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pasukiyo · 1 year

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𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. | tom riddle.

tom riddle x f!ravenclaw prefect reader 2,427 words warnings; smut, angst read part two here.

“i was wondering when you’d show up.”

she glanced around the top of the deserted astronomy tower, swiping loose strands of hair back behind her ear as her chest heaved, slightly winded from the venture up the staircase. her eyes, which had been narrowed all up until this point, softened as she drank in the sight of tom riddle— dark hair with eyes just as dark seemingly sparkling underneath the moonlight, his arms crossed over his chest, leaning back against the stone railing behind him. the head boy badge on his chest gleamed brilliantly beneath the moonlight too, her own prefect badge glittering just the same.

“i hope i haven’t kept you waiting long,” she murmured, her anger at the boy before her seemingly melting away, unable to resist his alluring charm. “caught two slytherin fourth years trying to sneak away into a broom closet,” she snickered as she joined him at his side, leaning back against the railing as well. “can i not rely on you to keep your own house in line?”

tom’s expression did not change, for it usually did not, but he emitted some sort of scoff, and she’d accept it as nearly a laugh. “doesn’t matter how many times you try to discipline them, children will still be children,” he replied, and he caught her eyes from the side of his sockets. she cocked an eyebrow, “slytherin children, in particular?” tom simply rolled his eyes, and her lips curved up into a smile to match the crescent up in the sky, giving him a slight push with her shoulder.

“you sound like a grandfather,” she teased, nestling in closer to his side as the breeze picked up, the chill littering her skin with goosebumps. “merlin, tom, you couldn’t have picked a warmer place to meet up?”

it was tom who cocked an eyebrow this time, “if you wish to leave, be my guest.” her lips pressed themselves together and she pouted with a huff, grumbling incoherent noises. “that’s not fair. i don’t even know if the reason you invited me up here tonight was important or not.”

something seemed to shift in tom’s behavior at the change of topic, he seemed more tense, almost uncomfortable. she blinked as she tried to catch his gaze, and he didn’t move, but seemed to be somewhere else all the same. “tom?” she called his name softly and he turned, leaning over the stone railing and resting his elbows against it. she rushed to do the same, her brow furrowing in concern. “i may be a ravenclaw, but that does not mean i’m able to read your mind.”

he shook his head, almost as if to brush her off. he pushed off of the railing and stared down at her, his height towering over her, his darkness eclipsing the light provided by the stars and the moon. “i’m sure you know by now that i am a blunt person,” he began, and she shivered, although she wasn’t sure if this time it was due to the breeze, or due to the coldness of his tone. “so the reason why i invited you here tonight, was to say goodbye.”

she blinked, clearly taken aback. she was sure she was numb, for the moment he had spoken those words, she felt like nothing. she couldn’t believe what he was saying, how could he say such things, as if everything they had been through together— everything they had done together— suddenly didn’t matter?

tom remained silent. he only gazed into her irises, awaiting her reply. she blinked again. and then she shook her head. “i— i’m afraid i do not understand,” she breathed at last, disbelief making her chest feel tight, and even doing just that— breathing— felt like an unnecessarily difficult task. “you’ve come to say goodbye? what— what does that mean?”

tom seemed to have expected this reaction, for he already had a reply waiting on the tip of his tongue. “i mean that after tonight, i do not wish to see you again.”

she blinked again. the familiar haze of tears blurred her vision.

so she blinked once more.

twice.

thrice.

she could feel her tears now slipping down her cheeks, and she wondered if tom longed to collect them on the pad of his thumb, as he had done before. if he did, he made no show of it, and he remained eerily still and silent.

“but i— i— you,” she couldn’t even form a coherent sentence, much less a coherent thought. her mind was a tempest, and every single one of her thoughts squeezed themselves together, her own head like an ancient rune with no cipher. her eyebrows knit together as she drew air into her chest, trying to will herself to breathe. “but i thought— you— tom, i love you.”

tom merely blinked, as if those three words meant absolutely nothing to him. she searched his face, desperate for something that would make him seem human again. she shook her head, “why? give me one good reason why i should walk away from you, why i should let go of you.”

her request seemed to take him aback, and tom straightened his posture, turning his head to instead gaze at the black of the sky. she watched as his eyes gleamed in the starlight, as if the stars held an answer. she watched the rise and fall of his chest, his own breathing pattern seeming to become irregular, and watched as the ball at the base of his throat bobbed when he swallowed.

could it be that for once, tom riddle was nervous?

“the way you make me feel,” he started, “frightens me.”

she blinked. tom riddle had certainly told her a lot of surprising things tonight, but this seemed to be the most shocking of all. the words should have held some sense of weakness in them, but as the stared back into the voids of his eyes, she could see no weakness at all. she even feared that she may have misheard him, blinking again, furrowing her eyebrows.

“what?”

“this fluttery feeling i get in my chest when you’re near, this feeling of my heart pounding so hard inside of me that i feel like i’m going to explode,” he said it almost so naturally, even though she knew it was anything but, “the feeling of.. dread.. panic that something is going to happen to you… it’s sickening.”

her expression softened, and she dared to step forward, trying to reach out for his hand, “tom.”

“no,” he said it so coldly, moving back away from her all in one motion. his jaw tensed but he willed his gaze to stay locked on her, as if he was afraid that a sliver of weakness would slip and fall through the cracks of his crumbling walls. “i cannot see you again. i cannot allow this.. this weakness to take over me.”

she stepped forward, grasping his hand in hers before he had the chance to recoil. “you’re not weak for feeling something,” she said in just barely above a whisper, “it’s alright to feel, tom. it’s what makes us human.”

he drew his hand away, slowly this time, almost as if he were unsure. she stepped closer again, this time reaching up to cup his cheek with her hand, the other grasping his forearm, as if anchoring him, tying him down to this moment.

“what are you so afraid of?” she asked. it was a simple question— but one tom wasn’t sure he was ready to admit.

but as he gazed down into the eyes of the girl before him, the girl who wanted him, was pleading for him to stay, he knew he didn’t have to say anything. his gaze flickered down to her lips, his heart pounding hard against his chest as if it desired to leap straight out of it, to rest in the palm of her hands.

he hated this feeling. hated feeling tethered to her, hated feeling. all he ever knew was the opposite— he was conceived under a love potion after all, and all his life, he was certain that he could never truly know what love was.

so maybe this wasn’t what love felt like after all. maybe he could convince himself that this was just infatuation— maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing to keep her around anyway. as long as his heart remained intact, surely nothing could go wrong.

she was like wine, alluring, addicting— everything that was dangerous for him. and yet, he couldn’t stay away.

it all happened at once— tom’s hand cradled her cheek, his longer fingers slithering around until the pads pressed against the middle of the back of her head, drawing her in closer and closer until their lips met. the kiss was like fire, their tongues the fuel as they danced along one another, desperate to drink each other in, to feel close, closer than they already were. her arms wrapped themselves around his neck to draw him in even closer to her body, his warmth canceling out the chill of the night’s breeze. tom peeled an eyelid open to check their surroundings before walking her back, back until she was pressed against the door of the exit in which she arched her back off as tom’s kisses trailed down her neck, his fingers like snakes as they slithered underneath her robes.

“t.. tom,” she gasped as his hands slid down, down, down until they reached the end of her skirt, making its slowly ascent back up, up, up, his palms resting on either of her hips. “shhh,” he breathed against her skin as he worked her underwear down her thighs, letting them slip down to her ankles. she pressed her lips together as his fingers, soft and gentle as they were, ghosted over her sex, the phantom of his touch making her shudder, her head banging against the door behind her.

she whimpered as he glanced down at her, her eyelids squeezed shut as the pads of his fingers rubbed against her clit, her hips bucking into his touch before he drew it away. the same hand he had used to touch her grabbed her chin and squeezed, her lids flying open as he forced her gaze to fall under his. “do not close your eyes,” he murmured, “look at me while i pleasure you.”

she felt as though she could melt right there, on top of the astronomy tower, by his warm words alone, never mind the cold. his fingers trailed back down the side of her body until they were yet again teasing the inside of her thighs, his hand not rubbing up and down against her clit gripping the back of her head, locking her gaze onto his heated one.

“please, tom,” she mewled as she bucked and writhed against his body, seeking more friction from his fingers, seeking more. “i want— i want..”

she trailed off as his fingers pressed just a little harder against her throbbing clit, his forehead falling down against hers. “what is it that you want, darling?” he murmured. “hm?”

“oh, tom,” she cried when he pressed down even harder against her clit, itching for her response. “you. please, i just want you.”

tom’s head rolled against hers, but their eye contact never once broke as he pulled his hands away from her to instead fumble with his trousers, sliding them down just enough to let his cock spring free. she didn’t dare look down, too entranced by him, his voids for eyes drawing her in, closer and closer until she was free-falling into them, into him.

she didn’t even break out of her trance when he pushed himself inside.

her arms tightened around his neck and she moaned, she moaned so loud, but he muffled her sounds with his lips, the kiss equally as pleasant. her kissing was sloppy, her brain unable to wrap around both their kiss and the way his cock felt inside of her, the way he was filling her up to the absolute brim. she melted like putty in the palms of his hands, free to be morphed in whichever way he pleased.

tom knew it all too well. in fact, he loved it.

tom’s lips were more controlled, his kiss careful, calculated. it was just like everything else in his life— exceptional, polished, perfect. perfection was what tom strived for— and he wouldn’t settle for anything less.

his thrusts were calculated too, his hips setting a regular but he brutal pace, hissing through his teeth at the way she squeezed him. it was unlike anything he’d ever felt before, this pleasure, and although he had tried to deny it before, he knew he would never be able to give this up.

his irises surged into hers, his thumb caressing the skin just beneath her bottom lashes, willing her to keep her eyes open, just a little bit longer. her eyelids were heavy over her eyes and threatened to fall any moment but she would not let them, no, because his eyes were so dark, so warm, so inviting. she wouldn’t mind if she got lost in them forever.

“tom.. i—“ she couldn’t even finish her sentence, her mind a murky slime, each thrust of his cock against the most sensitive spot inside her sending her deeper and further into submission. it was as if tom could sense this, and he reveled in it.

of course he loved knowing that he was in control, that she was willing to give herself up to be in his control. she was limp and pliant in his arms as if his touch alone was enough to tranquilize her— he almost couldn’t believe how easy it would be to manipulate her. and she belonged to ravenclaw house?

but the longer he stared at her, he felt that same fluttery feeling coming back to his chest, that same panic and dread he had mentioned earlier creeping its way into his heart, and it throbbed. no, no— this couldn’t be what love was. certainly, love wouldn’t make him so uncomfortable?

no, it couldn’t be. love couldn’t be this powerful, this out of control. that couldn’t be what it was.

and if it was, then tom riddle feared it.

but when he slammed his hips into her one final time, his release spilling inside of her, painting her insides white, marking her forever as his, he knew that even still, he would never be able to get enough of her.

a/n; not sure if anyone still reads tom riddle fics either but man he’s been on my mind so much lately 😭 i just finished rereading harry potter so that’s probably why lmao also not sure how i feel about this one but hey, it’s a thing and i actually finished it

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vintageshanny · 13 days

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Taste of the Ocean

Content: A somewhat dejected Elvis invites his girlfriend on a vacation to cheer him up after filming Blue Hawaii. Smut ensues. (Please suspend disbelief that some of these actions might not be practical in the ocean, and you will enjoy this a lot more 😉). Written in response to the request below. 18+

Hi. May I request an early 60s Elvis in which he is with female reader at Hawaii for vacation and he is like very horny for her, even though she doesn't provoke him. Very detailed and passionate smut please and thank you.

April 1961

“This was a nice idea, honey,” Elvis said as he stared up at the crescent moon casting a glow over the water. “I’m glad ya talked me into a midnight swim.”

“Me too,” you smiled. “It’s nice that you decided to stay a few days after filming for a vacation. Thanks for inviting me.”

Elvis turned his gaze from the moon back to your face, looking slightly surprised. “Of course, baby. Y-y-y’know how much I missed ya.”

You actually were never really sure how much he missed you, if at all. He always seemed to enjoy your time together in Memphis, and he said all the right things, things that you were fairly certain he believed in the moment when he said them. The first time you’d heard rumors of him and a co-star, he’d insisted that the studio put these stories out to get people talking about the movie. You wanted to believe that was true, but you weren’t so naive as to think he would never be tempted to seek the comfort of another woman when he was gone on these movie shoots. Especially after everything he’d been through these last few years. You’d made a conscious decision to trust his words to you over any rumors and give him all the comfort and support you could in the moments when you were together. He always gave so much of himself, it only seemed right that he deserved this in return.

In his uncanny way of reading your thoughts, Elvis smiled sheepishly as he brushed a wet lock of hair off your shoulder. “Thanks for always bein’ here when I need ya, baby. It’s been a really stressful shoot,” he added with a sigh. “Each movie I make seems ta get worse.”

“You know what helps with stress? Floating on your back,” you said with a smile.

“Is that right?” Elvis smirked. “This isn’t jus’ you tryin’ ta get a better view of me in these tiny swim shorts I swiped from the set?” he teased.

“What? I would never!” you giggled, feigning innocence, glad that your blushing face was at least partially obscured by the cover of night. “I’ll even demonstrate for you.” You leaned back, letting your body float on the water, rocked by its gentle movements. “See? All the stress is just melting away,” you announced with a grin.

Elvis looked down at the peaceful expression on your face, your beauty seeming to glow in the moonlight. His eyes moved down to where your breasts swayed up and down in time with the water, barely covered by your white bikini top, then continued over the curve of your hips to that spot he knew was just for him. He could feel his swim shorts growing even tighter as he took note of the curly little hairs escaping from your swimsuit bottom.

“This is a nice bathing suit, honey,” he murmured as he fiddled with the strings that tied at your hips, a warmth continuing to consume him.

“Thanks,” you whispered, smiling a little bit. You didn’t normally wear such a risque suit, but you’d wanted to make sure you’d get his attention back from…wherever it might have wandered in the last couple months. “Why don’t you try floating?”

“Baby, I’m floatin’ on cloud nine jus’ lookin’ at how beautiful you are.” Elvis slowly started to pull on the strings that he’d been playing with. “There’s really only one thing that could make me feel even better.”

Your eyes popped open as you realized that Elvis had deftly untied and removed your bikini bottom. “What are you doing? Elvis, someone might see!”

“Shh, honey, it’s dark and ain’t nobody out here but us.” He tucked your suit bottom into the front of his shorts, his hardened dick having created a convenient little tent for it. “Lemme show ya how much I’ve missed ya.” You shivered a little as Elvis’ fingertips ghosted over your fuzzy mound and pushed your legs open, letting the moonlight bathe your throbbing pussy. “Damn honey, look atcha all wet for me already,” he groaned, spreading your lips and running a finger through your soft folds.

“It’s, it’s cuz we’re in the ocean,” you sputtered out, trying your best to stay still and keep floating.

Elvis leaned down and licked right down your center with his thick tongue before pulling back with that big goofy grin. “Nah, baby, that ain’t the ocean, that’s the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted. Ya been savin’ that sweet cream for me?”

You nodded, moaning with pleasure as Elvis dove back between your thighs. As you started writhing with pleasure, he used one strong hand to support your back so you wouldn’t sink under the water. The other one wrapped around one of your thighs and kept you firmly pressed against his face, his tongue dancing over your clit, alternately flicking and sucking it. Elvis continued lapping at you, the saltiness of the ocean mixing with the sweet and tangy flavor of your arousal. By the time his tongue pushed its way into your tight little opening, his nose rubbing against your sensitive clit, you were ready to explode with desire. All you could do was hope that your intense moans didn’t carry too far through the warm Hawaiian breeze.

After licking up every last drop of you, Elvis gently released his hold on you, your legs sinking down onto somewhat solid ground, your toes burrowing into the sandy ocean floor.

“Is that the kind of stress relief ya had in mind while floatin’ on your back?” Elvis’ breath tickled your ear as he pulled you close. You could feel under the water that he desperately needed some relief of his own.

“Better than anything I could imagine,” you whispered back. “Now it’s your turn.” You reached for his waistband, letting your fingers trail over his bulge, his body giving an involuntary little shudder.

“Oh, honey, ya ain’t gotta do that out here,” he protested weakly.

“I want to,” you insisted softly. “I missed you too, y’know.”

“Oh yeah?” he smiled. “What did ya miss the most about me?”

“Well, for one thing, I had no one to make me laugh like you do.” You tugged the tiny swim shorts down his legs and helped him step out of them, gripping them in your hand so they wouldn’t float away.

“And seeing me naked is gonna help with that?” Elvis’ mouth twitched as he tried not to laugh at his own joke. He leaned back and allowed his body to float to the surface, his pulsing dick on full display.

“No baby,” you teased back, wrapping your hand around him. Your insides tingled at the way the brown hairs at his base seemed to float around in the water. “This is no laughing matter. You could injure someone with this. It’s dangerous.” Elvis’ loud burst of laughter quickly turned to a moan as you took him in your mouth, your tongue caressing every inch of him. You could feel his sensitive tip graze the back of your throat as you took him in as deep as you could. As his body started thrashing about from the pleasure, you tried to support his back the way he had done with you, but before you could get a good grip on him, the force of his movements had pulled you both under the water.

“Wh-wh-what are ya tryin’ ta do, mama? Drown me?” He came up spitting out water and laughing so hard he could barely breathe.

You giggled too and spit out the salty water that had filled your mouth. “I’m sorry, you were moving around too much!”

“Well what do ya expect honey? Ya takin’ me all the way to the base makes me feel some kinda way. I-I can’t control it.”

“Hmm, maybe we’ll have to find a different way to relieve your stress,” you purred in his ear, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“I think I know jus’ the thing, baby,” he growled softly, giving your ear a nibble as he reach down and lined himself up with you under the water.

“Oh, God,” you moaned out as he pushed inside of you, stretching your opening around his thickness.

“It’s jus me, baby, but ya ain’t been the first ta get us confused,” he teased as he held your body down on his cock.

“Ha,” you tried to laugh at his joke, but the feeling of him deep inside of you had you in some kind of alternate reality where all you could experience was pleasure.

“Ohh, baby,” Elvis groaned as he gently lifted you and brought you back down on him. He could feel his dick twitching inside of you, releasing all the tension and stress that had built up inside of him. “Oh, shit, uhh, that feels so good honey.” With one last thrust upward, he stilled his movements and just hugged you tightly to him, burying his face in your neck, his soft lips pressed against your skin.

“How do you feel now?” you whispered, stroking his wet hair, feeling his chest heave up and down with the release of emotion.

“The best back float I’ve ever done,” he said, looking up at you with a smile. He tried to ignore the thought that popped into his brain next. You’ve had your moment of freedom in the ocean. Now on to the next crappy movie. Instead he squeezed your hand and asked, “Ya ready ta go inside?” You nodded and held his swimsuit out to him. “Gonna be fun tryin’ ta put these wet shorts back on in the water,” he chuckled.

“Wait, where’s the bottom to my suit?” you asked in a panic.

“Uh oh, it was wrapped up in my shorts, honey, and it ain’t there no more.” You could see Elvis trying to stifle a laugh.

“It’s not funny! How am I supposed to get out now?” you yelped.

“Hmm, I guess we’re jus’ stuck out here forever,” he smiled, pulling you in for a hug. “But at least we have these flotation devices.” He sneakily started to untie your top as well. “Might as well take this off too,” he murmured as he flung it to the side and wrapped his lips around one of your bare nipples, grazing it gently with his teeth.

“Mmm,” you moaned, holding tightly to him. “I think I’d love being stuck here with you.” You could feel his arousal growing again.

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sakufilms · 8 months

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moon drops ; msk

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⌁ miyawaki sakura x gn!reader

⌁ sakura admires you under the moonlight. // fluff, romantic.

⌁ 0.3k words (drabble)

! : sakura calls r “beautiful”, kissing.

✐ just something short and sweet for my girl kkura

The softness of the blanket you lied on top of could never compare to the softness of Sakura's fingers trailing up and down your arm. It was comforting, and sweet. She held you close as you bathed under the moonlight.

Your eyes focused on the moon above—she was entranced by you. The curve of your jaw, your soft lips pulled into the faintest of smiles, and your eyes. They glinted under the moonlight, shining like they were pooling with moon drops. When they looked at her, however, all she'd ever see is adoration, filling them, and making her heart warm. She didn't need a photo taken to know that she looked at you the same.

“You're beautiful." Sakura said softly, giggling at the way you looked at her shocked, surprised at the sudden compliment. You were entranced by her, now—she had you in the palm of her hand. “I mean it." She said, her smile growing. A feline smile, rosy cheeks, and crescent eyes. You wished that you had told her how much of an art she was first. If she didn't belong in a museum, then she belonged in the stars. She shined like one, and you'd always admire her like one.

Sakura put her hand on your cheek, and the stars and the moon and the sounds of the night disappeared. All you had was her, and she had you, too.

"You're beautiful, too." You said. Sakura's smile grew softer, her lips coming back together, her eyes flickering down to your lips. Sakura made you feel more special than anyone else.

She leaned in closer, every centimetre ignited butterflies in your stomach. When her lips met yours, the butterflies were set free, and you felt that you were drowning in moon drops. The world around you came rushing back and you were nothing at all. You were nothing and you were everything. You were hers, until the moon drops ran dry.

@ sakufilms

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dilf-whore · 2 years

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my kind of girl (part 2)

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pairing: billy hargrove x f!reader

genre: friends to lovers! , fluff, mentions of Neil

summary: you grow closer and closer with the redhead you tutor... and maybe with her stepbrother too

A/N: hi! i’m so glad you guys liked the first part! i hope you enjoy this too. please do let me know if you want to be tagged to the next parts! 𓆩♡𓆪. send in you requests as well! also this is not proofread.

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requests are OPEN

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You park your car and walk towards Hawkins High, slinging your bag over your shoulders. The sun keeps you warm as you continue your way to the campus. When you almost reach your destination, you spot a group of people beside the entrance - laughing and talking obnoxiously over god knows what. The nearer you get, the easier it was for you to recognize the blonde boy with a girl clinging on her side who was already focused on you the moment he saw you make your way to school.

It’s Billy Hargrove and - not Carol you thought.

You felt uneasy once you noticed the pair of eyes looking at you. You weren't sure if he was checking you out or judging you, but you were certain he never looked away.

A flirty smile forms on Billy’s face, “Good morning Y/N”

You heart skipped a beat. Never would you have thought that Billy out of all people would greet you or remember your name.

“Hi Billy” you smile back.

“Are you teaching Max again later?”

“Yup”

You pace to your locker, still couldn't believe the small conversation you had with him. You felt your cheeks warm up and butterflies swarmed in your stomach. God he does have an effect on girls.

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“Alright boys that’s enough for today! Good job. And you, Hargrove keep your head on the game next time yeah?”

Billy nods and grabs his towel, heading to the shower room. He turns the water on - cold liquid pouring down his body as he gets lost in his thoughts.

He goes back to the interaction he had with you. He recalls how the sun light adorned your figure, how your eyes curve into crescent moon-like shape when you smile. He swore everything slowed down when he laid his eyes on you, his mind were even having a debate as to what to tell you this morning and Billy Hargrove never run out of words to say.

He felt different, it was weird to him.

“Dude are you gonna use the soap or what?” Tommy interrupts his thoughts.

“Oh yeah sorry, you can use it first” He reply.

“You okay? You’ve been out of it since the game, still stuck in fairyland?” Tommy teases.

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The bell rings and you start to pack your things. You grab your car keys from your pocket and made your way to your car outside.

You place your bag and books you’ll use for your session with Max on the passenger seat. As you turn your key, the car starts sputtering.

“Please not now” you tell yourself.

You try again a few times until finally, your car cooperated.

The ride to Max’s was quiet, your mind kept coming back from this morning. Blushing every time you think about the way Billy looked at you, and how his voice just sends a weird tingling feeling down your spine.

Stop it., He’s like that to every girl

You arrive to the house and knocked on the door. Max opens it, eyes twinkling with so much happiness. She quickly brings out a piece of paper that had a big B written with red ink on it. She lets out a small squeal, anticipating your reaction.

Your eyes grow wide and you bring Max in a huge embrace - jumping up and down. “Look at that! you did it Max! I told you”

“Thanks to you, hope to get an A+ next time”

“You will, I know you will”

As the both of you chatter in excitement, Billy watches from the kitchen as he gets a can of beer from the fridge. A small smile plastered on his face.

“Shall we start?” you ask Max.

“Let’s gooo!” she reply as she grabs your hand and pull you to her room.

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Max lets out a tired sigh. Today’s session was hard, it was all memorization of historic dates, names of people and definitions that just made her head explode.

You get your bag from under the table and took a bunch of index cards compiled by a metal ring. “Here, I made you flashcards so it’ll be easier to memorize them”

Max grabbed them and flipped through the cards - analyzing them with furrowed eyebrows.

“Take it easy okay? I had a hard time when I studied that too” You reassure.

Max nods her head and set aside the flashcards.

“I know it’s just that I don’t want to disappoint my mom you know? If I do good in all of these, she’ll be proud and when that happens Neil would be less of a jerk to me”

You look at her and rub her back, “Don’t say that, your mom is very proud of you. The way she looks at you? It’s like you’re the most precious thing in the world, her treasure. When she talks to me about you, her face lightens up and talks about how hardworking you are and how you’re so good with skateboarding”

“Really?”

“Yup. Really” You give her a small smile.

“Wow, uhm I guess, Neil is just a big asshole. I mean, he’s a jerk to his own son too” she shrugs.

“If you need someone, you can talk to me okay?” you say with a concerned tone.

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You open the driver’s seat and try starting your car but all it did was sputter like a coughing old man about to die. You check the gas and see that it was pretty well filled up. You try again and again but it won’t budge. Frustrated, you hit the steering wheel “stupid old fucking car”.

You get out and open your car’s hood, smoke coming out of it.

“Fuck!” you had no idea how to fix it, it seemed pretty bad - too bad for your car mending skills.

“Need help?” You hear from behind, the same voice that send those weird shivers to your body. You turn around and see Billy walking towards you.

“Y-yes please, I don’t know how to fix it”

He looks at the hood and examines it, “It’s pretty bad, it might take me a few days to fix it. Give or take 3-4 days maybe”

“What? That can’t be, how will I-”

“I’ll take you home with my car, and to school” he cuts in.

“Are you sure? I can just walk you know”

“I’m sure, don’t want you going out there alone” He says, giving you a playful smirk.

“Come on let’s go Y/N”

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adrift-in-thyme · 6 months

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Whumptober Day 31: Betrayal

Continuation of Day 29

Read it on Ao3

- First & the Chain

- Summary: The heroes are forced to fight First

CW for temporary character deaths (two to be exact), blood and injury, and possession

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Sky awakens to the sound of someone crying out.

He shoots upward, eyes wide, searching in the darkness for the disturbance. It is difficult to make out anything for a few long moments. His vision is blurred with the remnants of the deep slumber he had been drifting in, mind fuzzy with the pulsing panic of adrenaline. But then he turns toward where Time had lain down hours ago, a short ways from the others, and his heart stutters.

The hero is no longer sleeping peacefully on his bed mat. It lies in a crumpled mess of strewn blankets. And not far from it, Time has fallen flat on his back, arms spread out on either side of him. When Sky leans forward, he can make out what looks like a dagger embedded in the palm of each hand. The hero struggles against them, breath ragged with pain, eye bright.

He casts Sky a look that screams to run, to get far away. But Sky isn’t about to. Especially once his gaze drags upward to take in this new attacker.

A familiar figure looms just above Time, tall and lean and gripping a gleaming sword in his hand. His blonde hair is illuminated by the crimson glow of the fire, turning it the golden color of a rupee. His blue eyes are as dark as the night sky, glinting with a look Sky has never seen within them before. His prized red cape drapes over his shoulder to flow out behind him, softly lifted by the breeze.

Sky gasps.

“First?”

He croaks the name, almost unable to bring himself to speak it.

Those eyes flit to him, lips curving in a grin that looks nothing like the smiles Sky usually sees on his friend’s face.

(His brother’s face. His predecessor’s face.)

“Surprised, Knight of Skyloft?”

Sky pushes off his blankets, rising slowly. He feels as though he is moving through mud, trying and failing to comprehend what is happening.

First had shown up several months ago, stumbling into their camp severely wounded, weak, and confused. He was a hero, he had explained while Hyrule and Warriors had bandaged and healed his many injuries. The first of them all. After dying in a brutal war in his own time the Shadow had dragged him back to the land of the living.

“He meant to use me,” First had said, eyes flashing with bitter hatred. “He attempted to invade my mind to make me his pawn. That way, through me he could do all of you in.”

But Hylia had protected him, strengthened his mind and body long enough for him to escape, and make it here — to where his spirit had led his failing feet.

Since then, First had remained with them, healing and getting to know them. The heroes had come to trust him and he them. And Sky, Sky had been the closest to him of them all.

At last, he had someone with which to share the burden of being one of the first. At last, he had a mentor of his own, someone he shared a connection with like Legend and Hyrule or Twilight and Wild and Time.

And when he had broken down one night beneath the weight of the curse, First had comforted him, holding him close as he sobbed years worth of pain into his worn cape.

So, reconciling that man with a kind heart and a brave soul, reconciling someone he had come to admire with this…this monster is incredibly difficult.

“What are you doing?” He chokes, fists clenching at his sides.

First grins. In the dim glow of a crescent moon Sky can just make out a dark trail of blood trickling from his lips down to his chin.

“I am erasing you all from history. Just as he wanted me to.”

Sky’s hands itch for a weapon and he hates himself for it.

“The Shadow?”

“No.”

First lifts his sword. Time drags in a gasp, still struggling vainly, weakly against the bloodied knives pinning him and First’s foot pressing against his chest. Eyes wide, Sky snatches the Master Sword up from her place beside his bed mat and lunges.

He is too late.

First utters one word, one name Sky never thought he would have to hear again.

“Demise.”

And he plunges his sword into Time’s chest.

The hero gives a choked cry, blood bubbling from his lips. And abruptly, goes still.

Everyone is awake now, rubbing sleep from their eyes, asking questions in the slurred voices of those still half-asleep.

But Sky can’t reply to any of them. He stands there, sword in hand, mouth open in disbelief, tears beginning to well in his eyes. And Time gazes back. His stare is empty. His chest doesn’t rise or fall.

When First yanks his weapon out of him with a sickening sound, the hero doesn’t even twitch.

Sky blinks rapidly, fury and pain tearing his insides apart.

“Time!”

Wind’s heartbroken cry rends the air. Running footsteps sound and suddenly the heroes are all rushing forward, falling to their knees beside their fallen leader.

“He’s not gone,” the sailor chokes, even as Warriors’ trembling fingers find Time’s wrist, shoulders hunching with a brokenness Sky has never witnessed in the knight before. Even as Twilight looks up at First, face deathly pale and rage in his eyes.

“He can’t be.”

“He’s gone, sailor.” Warriors puts his arms around Wind, holding him close as he cries. “Sprite’s gone.”

“What’re we gonna tell Malon?” It’s Legend now, defeat practically emanating from him. Though he is trying to restrain himself, his eyes are red-rimmed and brimming over with tears.

A laugh rings out over the clearing, splitting through the thick haze of grief and anger and paralyzing disbelief. Though it emanates from First, it sounds nothing at all like him.

“Cry over him,” he growls. “Weep and wail like wandering wraiths. It won’t bring him back to you.”

“You did this.” Wild’s voice trembles with the weight of his anger. He rises, hands clenched into fists “Why? We trusted you, protected you, healed you. You’re our brother! A fellow hero! And-and yet…you kill him just like that?!”

First chuckles. Blood travels down his cheek in a grim line, strangely reminiscent of a tear trail.

“I killed him because it is what Demise wishes for me to do. Please, do not misunderstand. I have no desires of my own. Only his.”

Legend’s eyes narrow. “So what? You want us to believe this isn’t your fault? That – I don’t know – you’re still dead? Nothing more than a corpse for him to use?”

Twilight makes a choked noise. “He’s not dead. This…this Demise is inside of him. Inside his mind.”

He raises his eyes to First again and another emotion has joined the anger in their stormy gray depths. Sky can’t identify it. He can hardly bring his thoughts into submission as it is. Can hardly comprehend anything past the fury and sorrow breaking his heart into a million pieces.

“Isn’t he?” The rancher asks. “He’s possessed you? Made you his puppet?”

First’s eyes glint in the darkness. “Ah, you have seen it before, haven’t you, Hero of Twilight? It was Zelda, wasn’t it? Your precious princess. Have you told your friends how you had to plunge your sword into her?”

Sky’s eyes widen as a sudden realization hits him.

First is stalling, they all know it, waiting for the best moment to take them all out. But if he is telling the truth about Demise possessing him there might be a way to protect his brothers from a terrible fate. He looks down at the Master Sword, heart in his throat.

There might be a way to set First free.

“We don’t care what rancher did or didn’t do,” Wild snaps. “We care about what we just saw you do.” He draws a dagger from his belt and jabs it in First’s direction. His hand trembles. “You killed Time. You took him from us. I won’t let you touch anyone else.”

“Neither will I.”

Sky rushes forward just as First raises his sword, ready to strike Wild down. His weapon collides with First’s, sending searing pain through Sky’s palm.

Sorry, Fi. But I have to do this.

The hero’s eyes blow wide in surprise, then narrow. He laughs, darkly.

“Ah, you’re a quick one. I should have expected as much.” He parries Sky’s next blow, movements smooth and swift. “However, you cannot raise that against me. I am a hero remember? The pain will overcome you before you manage to land even a strike on my skin.”

Sky grits his teeth, lunging again, every swipe deadly and vicious. The hilt burns into his flesh and the acrid scent of it burning reaches his nose. He does his best to ignore it.

The others drag themselves up now, grabbing weapons and tools, and wiping away tears. They rush forward, determination in their movements, anger in their eyes.

There will be time for grief later. Now is the time to fight. For their lives. For the life Time lost.

First is every bit as fast and skilled as Sky had thought he was. But even he cannot hold out forever, especially not against multiple opponents. Opponents as experienced as him and one hundred times more driven.

He just has to bide his time, Sky thinks as First just barely dodges a skyward strike and nearly ends up skewered on Twilight’s sword. And endure the pain as best he can. An opening will present itself. Sooner rather than later, more than likely. It doesn’t take an experienced eye to tell that the hero is losing his advantage and fast.

And when finally, he stumbles, trying to evade a well-timed attack by Wind, and loses his balance Sky is ready for him.

Agony splitting through his hand, vision bleeding white, he brings the sword down. It goes against everything within him. His very soul cries out against it. But he solidifies the sight of Time lying limp and lifeless in his mind, and forces his arms to move.

With deadly accuracy, the Master Sword pierces First’s shoulder through.

First screams, a wretched sound that echoes in Sky’s ears and bounces around in his skull. Back arching, body trembling, his eyes go an unsettling pupil-less black. And in the next moment a cloud of smothering, soul-crushing darkness flees his body.

Sky leaps back just in time to evade its reach. It soars upward to dissipate into the sky.

The hero goes still. Everything is quiet, save for the sounds of the heroes sheathing their weapons. Slowly, Sky steps forward. Grasping the hilt, he drags the Master Sword out of his brother, feeling horribly ill.

I’m so sorry.

No sooner is the blade free, than First awakens with a gasp. Blue eyes flit about, searching for answers where there are none. Calloused hands grapple for purchase as he shoves himself upward. No one dares stop him, though Sky can’t help rushing to his side when he lets out a low groan.

“What…” First glances at him, then at the other heroes, who gaze down upon him with broken expressions. “What happened?”

His gaze lands on Time’s body, still lying there spread out like a fallen star, basking in a pool of blood and he chokes, face going white.

“What did I do?”

It’s a whisper, broken beyond belief. Sky closes his eyes. Reaching out, he lays a hand on the knight’s shoulder. He is trembling, violently, breath coming in haggard gasps.

“It wasn’t you,” Sky says with all the strength he can conjure. It isn’t much, but he believes it nonetheless. This is his brother, sitting before him, his true brother. And that cursed god had used him like a lifeless pawn.

“Demise possessed you,” Twilight pipes up. His voice is hoarse and there are tears in his eyes. But there is conviction in them too, now. None of them can deny what has happened. None of them can stand to pin the guilt on someone whose own hands had betrayed his very spirit.

Sky knows for a fact many of them have seen things like this before. And while he himself hasn’t, he has witnessed Demise’s cruelty and power. What horrors First must have endured at his hand to break him so completely… He doesn’t even want to imagine it.

“I killed him.” First’s voice is dull now, almost eerily emotionless. “Did I not? Though it was Demise who held my mind and soul captive, it was I who did the deed. That cannot be denied.”

“H-he used you,” Wind hiccups. “You…you can’t blame your-yourself.”

“Sprite wouldn’t want you to.” Warriors says it so low Sky can hardly catch the words. But First hears them. He looks up at the captain, expression a mask that is rapidly breaking.

“You do not deserve such pain.” Gently, he nudges Sky’s hand off and rises on shaky legs. “None of you do.”

“He’s dead, though,” Legend mumbles. There is no bite in his tone. Only sorrow. “Sorry, but nothing you do can change that.”

First smiles, small and sad. “That is not necessarily true.”

He walks to Time’s side and kneels down, heedless of the blood that seeps into his trousers. Slowly, he reaches out and lays a hand on the hero’s shoulder. Beneath his palm golden light begins to glow.

“I know a spell. I can bring him back.”

Hyrule raises his head, frowning. “But the only spells that can bring…bring back the dead are – ” His eyes widen. “First, no!”

The hero closes his eyes, that horrible smile still lifting his lips.

“Forgive me.”

The glow grows until it is blinding. Sky pushes through it anyway, panic eating away at him. Hyrule doesn’t even have to speak the words. He knows enough about magic to know nothing that deals in life and death ever ends well.

Just as he reaches his side, First crumples.

…and Time begins to breathe.

Sky falls to his knees. The others are talking in panicked tones around him, but he can’t hear their words. All he hears is an incessant ringing, mingled with the sound of his own breathing, too loud, much too loud. All he feels is First’s body, limp in his hands as he lifts it from the ground.

Why? He asks, in the form of the tears beginning to trickle down his cheeks, in the shaking of his hands, the defeated exhaustion creeping in to pull him down, down, down. We could’ve figured out another way. Why?

But even as he thinks it he knows. There was no other way. Fairies and potions are powerful. They cannot, however, revive the dead. Once your heart stops beating it is over. All that is left is to start over again or embrace endless rest.

Time would still be dead if not for First’s sacrifice. Sky only wishes that one brother had not been traded for another.

If he had been faster, stronger, perhaps he could have prevented all of this. But it is over now. Nothing more can be done.

So, as the sun peeks out over the horizon, Sky buries his face in First’s cape, just as he did what feels like an eternity ago. And he sobs. Sobs out the fury that eats him alive. Sobs out the anguish that tears him apart.

He doesn’t see it when First begins to glow. It is not until a voice murmurs on the wings of the wind that he looks up, breath hitching.

“Your time is not yet finished, hero. Rise and embrace those who call you one of their own.”

And in the next moment, First drags in a strangled gasp.

He blinks his eyes open, staring up at Sky with a dazed expression and Sky stares back. Then, Legend shouts, “hey, he’s alive!” and his world bursts back into light and color.

“You’re alive,” he chokes, and pulls the hero into a hug.

First goes rigid for a moment, then practically melts into him, releasing a shaky sigh.

“I am,” he whispers. “I’m here.”

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kyufessions · 2 years

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Parties

synopsis: you finally get the chance to talk to the handsome stranger you see at every party you attend

pairings: college boy! yangyang x plus size! g.n. reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: alcohol consumption

genre: fluff

a/n: just a small, shitty drabble

general taglist: @jwnghyuns @eaudenana

you sat on the kitchen counter with a half filled solo cup, taking occasional sips as you watched the sweat bodies on the dance floor swing to mainstream music. drinking always made you feel tired after a while, especially if you were dancing and socializing all night at another random party. you might be an extrovert, sure. but even extroverts’ social batteries run low sometimes. and right now was one of those times for you. your eyes adverted to the bright crescent moon outside, the stars dancing with one another in a tango as the deepening dark sky hid behind transparent clouds.

taking another swig of the peach flavored alcohol, you pulled down your tight white dress that showed off your curves just right. one thing about you is that you never let anyone shit on you for your size. you loved every part of you and loved wearing clothing that showed it off. if a dress was just a bit tight or a shirt showed a bit of your stretch marks, you automatically got giddy and appreciated them. growing up, you were taught to hate every aspect of being plus sized. but as you grew older, you realized there was nothing wrong with it at all. the issue had always been with others, not yourself. and now being twenty-two, you embraced the body you lived in.

another couple stumbled into the kitchen to grab another drink, not even bothering to grab a cup and just stealing a whole bottle as they stumbled down the hall into a random room. you rolled your eyes at the two, having just seen the woman with another man an hour and a half ago who was supposed to be her boyfriend. nonetheless, you stayed out of her personal business and took another sip from the near empty solo cup.

deep in thought, your head shot up at the sound of someone else entering the kitchen with a stumble. you had looked over just in time to catch his stare as he tripped over his own two feet, catching himself on the kitchen island that had half empty alcohol bottles sprawled across it’s marbled surface. you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, causing the tips of his ears to burn with embarrassment. he stood up fully to his feet, dusting off his white button down awkwardly.

“you okay?” you asked the man as your laughter died down, shifting in your comfortable spot on the counter of the kitchen. you instantly recognized him from other parties you attended throughout the semester. you didn’t know his name though since neither of you interacted with one another, but you secretly hoped tonight would change things since you found him extremely attractive.

his lips turned into a small smile, letting out a chuckle before responding. “yeah, just a bit drunk i guess.” he picks up a large bottle of hennessy, filling up the two cups he entered with.

“you seem a bit more than drunk.” you commented, finishing off your drink as you jump down the counter to pour yourself some more. you pulled down your dress to make sure you didn’t just flash the handsome stranger.

he watched you fill your cup, having just finished filling up his cup for his friend and himself. “no, i’m just clumsy to be honest.”

you nodded as you leaned back on the counter behind you, taking a small sip of the strong liquor that burned your throat. “what’s your name then, clumsy stranger?”

he looked up to meet your eyes, noticing how they sparkled in the dimly lit room. the man couldn’t help but smile at your beauty. “yangyang. what’s yours?”

you caught his eyes looking you up and down, feeling your cheeks rise in heat as he did so. yangyang noticed the color in your face rise, hoping it was from his obvious flirting and not the drinks you had been consuming. “i’m y/n.”

“pretty name for a pretty baby, i see.”

your laughter filled the room, your smile making his heart do back flips. he couldn’t help but laugh along as well, appreciating the slight crinkle at the corner of your eyes as he did so. as the laughter died down, another person came into the room calling his name. both of your eyes left one another’s and landed on the stranger, whose eyes gazed between the two of you. when his friend noticed you standing there, he took a double take.

yangyang’s friend smiled to himself, grabbing one of the cups in yangyang’s hand as he pat him on the shoulder. “about fucking time.” and just like that, he left the kitchen and walked back out into the party.

you cocked your head to the side, raising a brow in curiosity as he looked back at you. “what was that about?”

he took a quick swig of his drink before scratching the back of his neck. “that was my friend ten.”

you nodded, staying silent as you encouraged him to continue. “and what did he mean when he said, ‘about fucking time’?”

the color in his cheeks rose, making you smile at how adorable he was coming across. your fingers tapped at the side of the cup, waiting for his response. “you see, i’ve been seeing you at almost every single party and always get scared to talk to you.”

“why would you be scared?”

he took another encouraging sip of hennessy, hoping the liquor would help with his confidence. fun fact: it didn’t. “you’re really hot and seem a bit intimidating.”

another laugh of yours bounced off the walls, making yangyang feel embarrassed. as you calmed down, you leaned forward on the island and placed your head in your hand. you stared at him through your lashes, smiling at him happily. “you’re cute, yangyang.”

you stood up to your feet, adjusting your dress as you walked around the counter and put down your cup of alcohol. yangyang watched you take his cup as well and set it down in the sink, replacing the cup with your hand and dragging him out towards the back door of the house.

“where we going?” he asked you, curiosity stringing in his mind. should he be following a sexy stranger out of a party where all his friends are, where he would probably be safest? probably not, but he was too tipsy to care.

you opened the back door, walking through the backyard and stopping at the fenced door to turn back and smile at him. “waffle house. for a date.” you nonchalantly responded.

a scoff escaped his lips, a playful smile following suit. “waffle house for our first date? really?”

you rolled your eyes as you opened the door and walked through it, letting go of his hand as you did so. “listen, i find you attractive and have been wanting to talk to you too. i don’t want to

waste this opportunity. it’s also,” you pause, taking your phone out of your bra and checking the time. “it’s also almost two in the morning and nothing else is open.”

he chuckled, smiling happily as he walked up to you and snaked his arms around your waist. you turned your head to look at yangyang as his head propped up on your shoulder, smiling down at the tipsy man. “i’ll buy then.”

#kyufessions nct #kyufessions wayv #wayv #nct wayv #wayv yangyang #wayv fluff #yangyang #yangyang fluff #nct yangyang #nct fluff

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sacredsanguine · 1 year

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come gentle night, come loving black-brow'd night (joel x esme; joesme)

Neither Joel nor Esme keep particularly early nights, though it’s by occupational habit for one and occupational necessity for the other. Midnight is a fleeting moment; quiet, velvety darkness softens the first of its sixty seconds as Esme rolls to comb gentle fingers through Joel’s hair, thumb brushing tenderly over his forehead before her lips touch the spot where a few strands have rooted silver among rich deep brown.

“One.”

He stirs, dark eyes blinking up at her in the few precious seconds it takes for them to adjust to the low light, before a fond smile brings up the sides of Joel’s mouth, dimples warmly illuminated. One hand rises to brush softly against the side of Esme’s face and she leans into the familiar touch, a soft purring hum of contentment thrumming against warm calluses.

“It’s bedtime, love,” he hums, voice burred low and swirled with sleepy purple. “What are you doing?”

“Counting,” Esme answers. Her whisper slides into a soft giggle as Joel pulls her gently in for a kiss and she turns her head so his mouth lands on her cheek while she nuzzles into the side of his face instead. “Don’t make me lose my place! Or I’ll have to start over again…” The delighted, teasing sparkle in her eyes suggests she wouldn’t mind so much.

“Two,” she murmurs, as she turns to kiss the center of Joel’s palm, then each of his fingertips. “Three, four, five, six, seven.”

Esme nuzzles her face into the curve of Joel’s hand again before guiding it to rest on her back, warm through the chiffon of her chemise. “Eight,” she kisses softly into his left eyelid, followed by “Nine” into his right.

Her hands have been massaging his shoulders, thumbs working deep over trapezii to loosen the tension stored up there during the day, but as Esme adds to her counter with a trail of kisses and murmured numbers down Joel’s face, her hands glide up to cup his cheeks, tilting his head slightly to give her better access to every softly shadowed contour of his features.

“Thirty,” Esme whispers, a little teasing giggle curling over her voice as she leans in towards Joel’s lips, then swerves at the last second to kiss very deliberately at the corner of his mouth, then places the next over his dimples.

She pulls back just enough to look adoringly at him for a moment—thirty-three seconds of midnight taken so far, twenty-seven left to tick away—and smile, gold eyes curving into crescents like a summer moon hanging low and reflected in still water.

“Thirty-three.” A careful kiss over Joel’s freshly-shaven chin.

“Thirty-four.” Lips press soft to the cartilage at his throat and curve up sweetly when it bobs in response.

Esme’s smile brightens as she shifts her weight to lean over Joel’s face again, close enough to press their foreheads together. With twenty-three seconds of midnight left to slip between her fingers like unstrung pearls before she threads them between Joel’s, Esme’s lips brush against his. “Thirty-five. Happy birthday, my love.”

The kiss is tender, a celebration in its own quiet, precious trove of three seconds thrice over—not that Esme keeps a particularly faithful count beyond the first three, smiling into the kiss and losing herself in the feeling of something blooming warm and sweet like impossible sunshine between them.

Joel makes a soft sighing sound in the back of his throat when she pulls back, dark eyes bright and impossibly soft as Esme brushes a hand through his hair again. He cradles her face with one hand and tips her into another kiss, plush and deep as the dark night around them.

There’s an edge of mischief glinting over Esme’s reddened lower lip when she grins at Joel and traces a winding path down the column of his throat, touch lightening as her fingertip passes collarbone. “Still a few seconds left of midnight, and so much more of you to celebrate. I want to make sure you start today very happy.”

#some fluff for my faves was in order before i unleash the secret project i've been working on <3 #birthday cuties!!!#joesme #written in nectar #my pink rose faves forever and ever and ever

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rosaindomitus · 10 months

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🌾🍂

🌾 Describe your OC through the eyes of someone absolutely head-over-heels in love with them

She's soft when she thinks people aren't looking, her shoulders slumped in a combination of exhaustion and stress and her posture curved forward ever-so-slightly, weight on her elbows and forearms. The trick, as Daniel Sullivan learned early on, is to observe without watching. She can feel it in an instant if someone is watching her--especially him for some reason--and she tenses. Shoulders stiffen, posture straightens, her mouth smooths out to a grim line and her fidgeting movements become harsher, staccato, and the urge to get out from under someone's gaze drives her to move. When he takes her in as part of the scenery, though, she seems unaware and that's when he sees her.

It's easy to spot the strands of grey wending themselves through dark hair the color of rich earth, what's more surprising are the highlights of dark gold that come out only when the sun hits it just right. The nonsense-thought of silver and gold being fitting for her braided crown occurs to him and makes him smile to himself. There are flyaways, of course, giving her an almost-halo in the sunlight. The escaped strands near her face curl down almost to the base of her throat and much of her unconscious fidgeting is brushing them and her bangs off of her glasses frames, tucking them behind her ears almost shyly.

Her glasses are worn and serviceable, much like her clothing, with thick black frames that sit slightly askew. The lenses slightly scratched without doing anything to dim the thick-lashed luminous grey eyes behind them, or the concerning purple-grey bruising underneath. It's easy to see the exhaustion lines there, at her eyes, the slight frown lines between her eyebrows, the beginning of crows feet at the edges that seem like they'd be better suited for smiling, the tension lines that run from nearly the bridge of her slightly-upturned nose to the outside of her slightly-crooked mouth. He avoids the thought that her lips look so soft and avoids even harder wondering what it would be like to kiss her, to wrap his arms around her deceptively soft-looking frame to feel the muscle underneath and--and focuses on the small details.

There is sparkle among the dull grey and black of her clothing, small scatterings of things like the slight freckling along her cheeks and forehead. Bits of silver jewelry, dangling earrings in the shape of a crescent moon, a cuff on her right ear, a necklace with an star-shaped opal on it. There are bits of color in her clothing, deep blue and violet layers hidden underneath the grey cardigan that peek out occasionally when she moves.

There are scars too. Plenty that he wouldn't able to see if she were naked in front of him--and that's another thought he shoves away for later-- that are evident in the slump of her shoulders, but also physical ones that he can see. Deep ones trailing up the back of her neck only slightly obscured by her hair and clothing, a particularly distressing one across half of her throat near her jaw. Marks that show she survived being hurt badly in the most vulnerable of places and kept going.

He wonders if-- ah and there she goes. Something has caught her attention, and it's hard for Danny to tell if it's something she saw or felt, but her idle foot-bouncing and pinky-chewing fidgeting has turned into a smooth rise from the table she was sitting at and the transformation from the idle woman enjoying the atmosphere of the park to one with a laser-guided focus is complete.

She would make a lovely portrait. He hopes she'll let him draw her one day.

🍂 Does your OC enjoy hugs? What do they do as a show of affection for: their friends, their family, their significant other(s) or for strangers? Over all what are they like with receiving affection from others?

Aisling will not admit how much she likes touching and being touched even to herself, but she does and the pressure of hugs are a comforting thing to her when she's the one who initiates. She'll accept hugs as well, but it will be stiff for a couple of minutes before she relaxes, for this reason she tends to act first if she feels that someone's about to go for a hug anyway. She expresses her affection for people close to her in largely the same way: trying to take care of them in some way, shape, or form. Sometimes this will take the form of small crow gifts that will brighten their day, or taking care of an errand without telling them ahead of time if they're the type of person who isn't thrown off by that sort of thing. She tries to shape herself to meet other's needs and keeps mental notes on things they like. Danny and Ortega get cuddle rights because they need touch or else they'll explode apparently, but she'd do handholding or something similar for Angie, Chen, or Mortum if they needed it/were comfortable with it. Strangers get a listening ear, maybe a coffee or a snack if they seem like they need it, maybe a little mood pick-me-up if they need that to help them get through the day. I think receiving affection is difficult for her and leaves her feeling like she's on the back foot of the exchange (even though she knows relationships aren't transactional and would sooner cut her own throat then act as if something she did for someone made them owe her something) It's going to be a process getting her to accept basic affectionate actions without second-guessing it somewhere.

#aisling brown #sidestep #fhr #thank you for the ask

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pasukiyo · 1 year

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𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | sebastian sallow

sebastian sallow x f!prefect reader note; hogwarts house is entirely up to you except gryffindor oops, reader and sebastian are both in the seventh year 1,302 words warnings; a little bit of a suggestive ending

“perhaps, if you two are done arguing, it’s best if you return to your common room before i give you detention.”

the two second year gryffindors jumped and squealed at her presence, the boy on the left nearly toppling over the boy on the right, in which his lips pursed and his eyebrows knit together in a scowl. “damn, prefect,” one of them muttered, and a chuckle bubbled in her chest. “and with that language, you’re lucky i can’t take points from other houses,” she mused. “now, to your common room!” the corners of her own lips curved into an amused smile as the two boys scattered away towards their common room, muttering insults to one another the entire way, sneaking glances back over their shoulder at her, as if to make sure she were still watching.

she spun around on her heel and continued further through the corridor, softly humming to a tune she’d heard in london during summer break. the hallways were silent, as they usually were at this time of night, save from the chattering coming from the portraits on the walls. her own shoes clicked against the stone floors and echoed throughout the hallway with each step she took, seemingly the only thing truly alive in the corridors.

that was, until she caught a glimpse of a familiar head of brown hair.

she gasped and stepped backwards when she saw it, clutching the wall she hid behind and poked her head out just enough to be able to peek at the boy sneaking his way through one of hogwarts’ many hallways.

it was none other than sebastian sallow, of course, a slytherin boy in the seventh year, same as she. she pressed her lips together as they curved into an amused grin whilst he turned his head from side to side, making sure his coast was clear. he seemed to have been staring at the wall she had sought shelter behind a moment too long, but if the thought that she, or another prefect, could be behind it crossed his mind, he certainly didn’t act on it.

the corner of his lips curled into a small smirk as he deemed it safe to come out of hiding, sauntering away from her, his head a little higher than it was before. laughter bubbled in her chest, and her cheeks grew warm as she suppressed the urge to giggle. she, too, stepped out from her hiding place, an eyebrow cocked as she clasped her hands behind her back.

“you’re up well past curfew, sebastian,” her voice permeated the corridor and the slytherin boy halted at once, his shoulders slightly scrunching at the sound of her voice. for a moment, he didn’t move at all, everything silent save for her footsteps drawing closer towards him. at last, he spun around on his heel as she ambled up, her lips a crescent on her face, giving her skin a glow as if it really were the moon itself. “so, what is it this time, hm?” she inquired. “sneaking into the restricted section again?”

sebastian rolled his eyes at this, but his lips twitched upwards, as if he were suppressing his own urge to smile. “nothing that should concern you,” he replied, in which she cocked an eyebrow, glimpsing down to the prefect badge glimmering proudly on her robes. “nothing that concerns me? me, a prefect, whose job literally concerns what you are doing right now?” she tittered, and he emitted a breathy chuckle, nodding his head. she rolled her eyes, “i’m afraid that’s where you’re wrong, sebastian.”

sebastian threw his head back as he groaned, her name slipping past his lips, gazing back down at her with a more pleading look in his eyes. “oh come on, we like each other, don’t we? so can’t you just forget you ever saw me tonight and act like nothing ever happened?” he tried to reason, and she couldn’t help but feel her cheeks warm at the part where they liked each other.

she shuffled an inch closer towards him, her eyes narrowing in a teasing glare. “and risk getting on professor black’s bad side?” she scoffed. “yeah right. do you know how hard i’ve worked to be on his good side? or, at least, his not-so-bad side?”

sebastian cocked his own eyebrow, “what about me?” he whined, and her teeth caught her lip. how dare he be so adorable? “so if it came down between me or professor black, you’d choose black?”

she sighed, dramatically heaving her shoulders as she gazed up at the ceiling, as if deep in thought. “mmm,” she hummed, thinking. “well, one could definitely benefit from sucking up to the likes of professor black.”

sebastian fought his smile as he jut his bottom lip out into a pout, playfully giving her arm a slight push. “you are horrible. absolutely horrible.” her teeth slipped through the cracks of her smile, and sebastian shifted his feet beneath him, the lump at the base of his throat bobbing, his tongue swiping between his lips as his gaze flickered down to her own. she, too, watched his tongue as it wet the soft flesh, and she sunk her teeth into the inside of her cheek.

“well, i suppose i can’t let you off the hook,” she sighed. “you know, because i would be jeopardizing my reputation with professor black if i did,” she added, and he rolled his eyes. “yeah, i got that,” he grumbled. she hummed again, her gaze trailing down his body, and when she looked back up to meet his eyes, she could see the beginning of something new, his pupils becoming a backdrop behind the fires of anticipation, flames searing his freckled cheeks.

at that moment, their minds were on the same wavelength.

she stepped closer until he hovered over her, eclipsing the light emanating from the candelabras. he was close, dangerously close, and when she looked up at him, their lips and noses were almost touching, their breaths mingling with one another. she could hear her heartbeat in her ears and she wondered if sebastian could hear it, just as he wondered if she could hear his. she felt like she could melt in a pool of magma at his feet just by the warmth coming from his body alone.

“so perhaps, a detention of my own accord will suffice?” she whispered it, as if someone was nearby, listening in, which was entirely possible at hogwarts. who knew where peeves or any of the other ghosts could be lurking?

the flames in sebastian’s irises raged like a wildfire now, and it only took a few missed heartbeats before sebastian’s fingers were linked together with her own, and he was drawing her in even closer than before, his lips pressing against hers for a much anticipated kiss. he leaned back as if he intended to pull away but she wouldn’t let him, leaning herself forward to catch his lips again, and he smiled, in which she returned. sebastian tugged her even closer by the hand, his opposite arm slithering around her waist, his palm pressing against the small of her back to hold her even closer.

she kissed him hungrily, much to his satisfaction, as he drank her in as if he hadn’t touched water in weeks. they only pulled away when they needed air, their chests heaving up and down against one another as they drew air back into their chests. they both chuckled as they held each other’s gaze, and once again, sebastian was grasping her hand, backpedaling and dragging her along with him.

“i think i know the perfect place where we can have.. detention,” he winked, and she giggled as he turned, picking up his pace as he led her towards the entrance to the undercroft.

a/n; me? posting two days in a row?? have no idea how i’ve had this much motivation to write but hey, i’m writing!!!

#hogwarts legacy sebastian #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy imagine #hogwarts legacy x reader #wizarding world #harry potter imagine #harry potter #harry potter fandom #harry potter fic

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besaea · 1 year

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LOOKING BACK moon saea reflecting on practice and the performance

this time when she’s pulled away from everyone, she’s not as surprised as she was last time. her recovery is quick and she practically skips into the room, because she’s feeling pretty good about the performance that she had just done. she’s not even thinking about rankings right now, if only because she wants to focus on salute and how nice it had been to work with people who meshed so well together.

when asked about her thoughts on their performance this time, saea’s eyes brighten and curve into her signature crescents, her whisker dimples showing. “i think we did good, or i hope we did. it’s a concept i haven’t really had a chance to try out and, despite my team being all boys, i also really enjoyed the lyrics. ladies all across the world~” she’s amused but she hopes it comes across as sincere as she means it.

she’s asked how she felt about ranking second and getting center position for my turn and her eyes widen just slightly. “i really didn’t expect it! i thought i did well, but not well enough to get center since i was told i needed to work on my singing more? it really was an honour and it’s a memory i’ll treasure forever,” she adds, smiling.

it really will be. she doesn’t think she’ll ever forget being announced as center and then practicing the choreography with everyone there. it had been nervewracking at first, but at least dance was something she had confidence in herself in. even if she somehow fails and ends up getting eliminated or something, she thinks that she’ll keep the video of my turn on her phone to remind her that she had tried something and she had had fun even if it hadn’t worked out in the end.

“do i feel pressured about my rank?” she repeats the question, wanting to make sure she had heard correctly. she nods slowly and then ends up shrugging. while at first she had been feeling like she needed to work extra hard to make sure she didn’t disappoint people, she had felt that she was doing what she could to be the best version of herself that she could be on stage. and she assumes this question comes from the number of people who had ranked high originally, only to fall because of too much pressure. she doesn’t really think she’s felt extra pressure, if only maybe because her expectations of herself had already been so high.

“maybe a little? i feel like i need to work hard to maintain it, but i also think that if i work harder than i have, i’ll be acting like a robot. rest is as important as practice is, and i think we all need to find that balance to be able to do well. i hope i didn’t disappoint though!”

#( solo. )#BE:NGS1P3 #( wc _ 479 )

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upismediacenter · 1 year

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LITERARY: La Réponse de Lune (Part I)

Ri’s eyes shine with the gentle glimmer of the Moon—a pact to honor the grace of his muse. Not the sun that burns delusions into his vision nor the comets that he could never will himself to catch up to, and never the stars that sew illusions into their tapestries. Ri’s Moon is the one light in his heavens. But Ri’s is something that he, on still cloudless nights, could only wish his muse to be.

What his muse is, nevertheless, enchants him and tugs him in helpless swirl, far past the confines of the firmament of his grounded world. When the wind falls lifeless and his spirits follow, Her silver smile quells all worry and leads him to pastures green. Tender, he wallows in Her kindness; precious, he crowns Her import. These and countless constellations of honeyed latria does he lay upon the altar of her winsome name.

Night after night, Ri marvels at the Moon’s many faces of delight and gaiety, charity and regality, of the myriad manner of joy and warmth and majesty aglow in each of Her lighted meridians. What fascinates him more still is what may lie on the face She keeps in darkness. “If only She could spare me but a sliver of Her light,” he wishes, “that I may fathom the breadth of Her miracles, the depth of Her mysteries—”

Having watched those around him toil just for a moment in the sun, Ri cherishes the night, longs for the gentle light of his muse. Tantalized by the why’s and how’s of her grace and the spectrum of the untold possibilities behind her face, he quarries for clues to the nature of her radiance.

As rivers reach for the sea.

The sea that bears testimony to his prayers and on this night bears an answer.

The Moon a wrinkled picture on the ripples, an invitation comes tendered, scribbled in light bent by the waves: “Come Ri, your gift awaits.”

He steps into the surf in a trance; his footfalls turn splashes and his stride falls bogged to a wade, slowing yet unceasing. With the water at his lips he draws his lungs a final fill before vanishing into the moonlit sea. He trudges on the sand floor as his chest thumps to the waltz of ageless galaxies, each step spanning the space between stars; their pauses grow longer as if ever less likely to find their close.

Gasp

A swell of relief and a rush of air charges into Ri’s body as his head breaks the surface. Wiping the water off his face, he makes onward the sloping beach and falls down with a plop—heaving, disheveled, and dry. He sits up to find the night sky washing over his feet, constellations drifting in the waves. Not a single drop has soaked his clothes or remains to wet his skin, not even as the inky tide recedes past his toes. With eyes wide and hung jaw, he stands and surveys the cosmos around him. Blooming nebulae splash the abyss with rainbow stardust and a shower of hurtling asteroids heralds a Voice that rings through the night.

“Look around you to see within you, with the moon as your witness.”

In front of Ri, shadows coalesce into a solid globe the span of his hand, bobbing on the ether. A slim curve streaks the edge of it, a shining silver crescent. Ri scans for an acquainted sight to try and place himself amidst the limitless night and spies a familiar blue-green orb sweeping around a sun. The sun.

He jogs toward the beaming ball, feeling his steps dent the drenched star-sand and patter on pitch-dark puddles. Keeping his head down, he refrains from catching even a glimpse of the fever-made-light, lest his eyes be scarred with sore afterglows—delusions burned into his sight one too many times. Gauging the distance left by the vigor of the heat’s dance on his cheeks, Ri halts his advance when the pirouette of the fires threatens to twist off his skin.

He opens his eyes in hurried spells and finds himself at gates aflare, perhaps even past it for he sees nothing but light too where the night used to be. Desperate to find his bearing, he strains his eyelids apart and bares himself to the assault of fire. Ri could have never foretold, for he never wished for a re-encounter, that he would once again burn his pupils and his thoughts with the blaze of indignity.

Once he dared behold the sun to pay her earnest tribute only to be scalded in rebuke. “You are not fit to gaze upon me.” Ri’s first oblation was answered with curses to his worth and a blight to his vision, a warning to never set his lowly regard where unwelcome. Glowing even at the close of his eyes, it sneers at the shortfalls rooted within himself. His spirit has been torched since and the sun readies to rekindle the inferno.

Blots of greens, blues, and reds barrage Ri’s sight as he braves through the flames, trekking a path back into the night. The heat swells harsher still as he passes through the heart of the sun. At the center sits a globe not much larger than the miniature moon that Ri has had floating by his side. Its glow outshines the sun a hundredfold. Ri steels his irises, paying no heed to the ashen fate that certainly awaits them and him, and glares back at the core.

“My faults are mine and so is my gaze! I need not the light of your fire for I am my own; I am free!”

The sun blinks. It flickers. It bursts in a flash, a flower blossoming under the stars. Ri steps out into the cool sand of the night and falls down with a plop—heaving, disheveled, and unscathed.

His little moon also made it without so much as a char-mark, the crescent now a beaming quarter. The same Voice preceded by the volley of asteroids rang once again throughout the night:

“You have tread bravely. Save your rest for the next.”

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Read Part II here: https://at.tumblr.com/upismediacenter/literary-la-r%C3%A9ponse-de-lune-part-ii/1555dnp1o5w7

#MC2023 #MabaitCaba?#literary #english #optimist prime

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lonely-letters-from-xeria · 1 year

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A Letter of Danger

Well, THAT was terrifying.

Holy onion chips and cheese sticks. How are any of us alive? Did you see what just happened?

Oh. Duh, of course not. I’m writing in a journal for… our future selves? To publish when we get home? I’m not sure. Whatever— I’m gonna tell you what happened, because oh mother of chaos are we lucky to be okay—

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It happens just after they leave the cottage.

Maybe it’s karma for trespassing, maybe it’s fate they crossed paths, or maybe it’s luck that they haven’t run into something like this sooner.

Fyrus skips ahead, scampering over giant tree roots and moss-coated rocks. A week(?) in this place and his enthusiasm has yet to fail (or at least, that’s what he tells the others), a burning bright optimism that refuses to be extinguished.

Glenn and Avery are right behind him, the former peering into every bush and tree and the latter sticking close behind Fyrus to catch him if his leg catches on something.

“—so there I was,” Avery recounts, “staring down my old teammate across the field. All I can think of is the rampant betrayal I feel mirrored on her face.”

Sophia scoffs, shaking dirt from her jeans. “Betrayal? Someone’s been taking theatre class.”

Avery puffs out her chest with a grin. “I have, glad you noticed.”

Sophia rolls her eyes, but Fyrus spots a faint smile ghost across her face. Ever since deciding they would head to the coast, she’s been looking a bit happier, though she still kept her distance— physically and emotionally— from them.

But the one with the most distance is Adrien, lagging at the back of the group. Fyrus lets Glenn, Avery, and Sophia pass him, and falls into step with Adrien.

The umbrella-wielding teen startles from where he’d been staring unseeing at the ground and blinks at Fyrus.

Fyrus beams at him. “Hey! Mind if I hang out here for a bit?”

Adrien slowly shakes his head. His steps are soft, quiet as a shadow against the forest trail.

“So, you excited to see the coast?” Fyrus continues. “On one hand, I am, because I bet it looks amazing since the sky here is more of a cyan colour so the water colour must be breathtaking, but on the other hand, I can swim but I don’t like it. What about you? Excited or not really?”

Adrien shakes his head again. Fyrus nods. “Yeah, same. I mean, it’s exciting to get a chance of scenery— the forest is really pretty and all, but the noises are super spooky, especially at night. It always feels like we’re three seconds from some big wild animal storming out of the woods towards—“

There’s a loud crack in the bushes behind them.

Fyrus and Adrien stop and look at each other before slowly turning around.

A small bird flutters out of the bushes, curving sharply on four wings to weave through the branches and out off the canopy into the sky above.

Fyrus sighs in relief. “Oh my gosh, I thought I just jinxed us—“

The wind shifts, the forest quiets, and suddenly two sharp beastly eyes are staring at them from the undergrowth.

It’s vaguely wolf-like without a fluffy tail, fur ashen grey and deep green, with ridges of multicoloured crystals poking out of its back. Its claws are thick black nails shaped like crescent moons. When it snarls, Fyrus can see two rows of sharp teeth in its snout.

Honestly, Fyrus isn’t paying too much attention to details other than what could murder him. The creature is built like a car, and that’s all his brain really needs to process.

What is it adults say to do in this situation? Make yourself look big and scary, yell, throw rocks, don’t look them in the eyes or turn your back to run.

He’s pretty sure that doesn’t apply to big fantasy-like wolves, but hey, worth a shot. He takes his spare leg out of his bag with shaky hands, heart hammering, and waves it above his head to look scarier. Adrien does the same with his umbrella.

The “wolf” looks puzzled for a moment, as if it had been expecting them to just run and doesn’t quite know what to do now. That’s good; Fyrus doesn’t quite know what to do now either.

Can weird giant fantasy wolves smell fear? Fyrus can; it smells like sweat and salty tears of terror prickling the corners of his eyes. All his enthusiasm has whooshed out of him in one quick moment as if he’d been doused with an icy bucket of watery reality.

It’s still not moving. Neither is he, except to continue waving his leg and pretending to be a much bigger threat.

Maybe the beast would have actually turned and left them alone if this display had continued, but Sophia turns in this moment to see where Fyrus and Adrien are, sees the monster, and screams.

An understandable reaction, really.

Whatever spell the puzzled “wolf” had been under breaks, and it growls, stepping forward, no longer deterred by the odd human teens waving strange objects in the air. With no other options, the two turn their backs on it and run, joined by the other three.

The forest whips by them as the beast bounds through the shrubbery behind them, snarling with a snout frothing with saliva. Fyrus throws his bodyweight over logs and rocks, thankful he’s wearing the leg that isn’t attached by suction today; it surely would have slid off from the sweat as he races at full speed through the woods.

There’s a loud thud ahead as Sophia’s suddenly sent sprawling by a hidden root. She catches herself with barely a scratch but struggles to get herself free from the roots she’s managed to wedge her foot under. The beast howls, eyes training on her.

It bounds past Fyrus and Adrien and pounces at Sophia.

At once Avery stops and turns on her heel, grabbing her baseball bat as she learns into the swing. Her bat slams hard into the beast’s snout and it stumbles back, rubbing its wounded snout. Avery gestures for the others to keep going as she lifts Sophia free and pulls her back into the lung-heaving sprint for their lives.

“UP THERE!”

Glenn points to a hollow in a grand wide tree up ahead, the hole just out of range of the wolf. He makes it there first and turns with his back to the bark, linking his hands together as a footstool. Avery shoves Sophia forward and Glenn boosts her up the tree to the hollow. Adrien is boosted up next and turns, lowering his umbrella to help Fyrus up.

Fyrus grabs the smooth wooden handle, planting one foot in Glenn’s hand and using it to scramble up, dragging himself up and into the nook. He turns and helps Adrien lift Avery up, followed finally by Glenn.

The beast slams into the tree.

The five teens huddle together at the back. Avery’s grip is iron on her bat, waiting, while Sophia sits curled, hyperventilating. Adrien rests a hand gently on her back and draws a circle with his palm. Glenn pulls Fyrus behind him.

The sound of Claws scrambling against wood echoes from below, but the beast doesn’t rear its ugly snout into the hollow.

It can’t reach them.

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Can you BELIEVE IT? Oh I was terrified the whole time. I think all of us were, which is like, of course, we’re high schoolers, we could have died, holy mackerel—

We waited in the hollow for a while, and the beast left, and when it was safe to go, we helped each other down. I think everyone’s excited to make it to the coast after that.

Holy swiss cheese and cheddar slices.

- Fyrus

#Lonely Letters from Xeria #LLfX #ask characters #Writing #Writing Project #Tumblr Project #Fantasy #fantasy project #heroes

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nelapanela94 · 2 years

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When the stars fall asleep masterlist⭐Part 1 - The Jar of Stars guide⭐< Chapter 2 | Chapter 4 >

3. More stardust in my life.

The wood screeched against the floor, flooding the corridor with that ear-splitting noise, and you earned sullen glares. A vein popped out on your flushed, glossy neck and temple as you hauled your baggage to your designated room. More than a valise, it was an oaken chest, braced with metal straps at the corners, and the front covered in chip-carved stars and a crescent moon.

Panting, you made a strategic pause to sweep away the drops of sweat off your forehead in the least lady-like manner. Just a couple more stops, and you’d make it to half the way.

You hunched forward, palms resting on your knees.

The door was ajar when you finally reached your dorm. For a second, or less, the girls gazed indifferently at their new roommate, then resumed their activities and tittle-tattles.

You headed straight to the beds near the rear window, which, guessing by their bare mattresses, didn't seem to have an owner yet.

"I get the top one." A girl shouted from the door, startling you, and rushed towards the bunk bed, tossing up her luggage, a leather sack, and swarmed up the ladder.

“Uh?” Bewilderment dabbed your face; you blinked several times, then shrugged. "Okay," you uttered for yourself. The bottom one sounded nice.

You slipped the key chain over your head, kneeled before your ostentatious container, and inserted the key in the padlock. It clicked open, and you flipped the detachable lock off with a swift move of your wrist.

"I'm Eva."

You jolted and looked up, meeting a pair of round chocolate brown eyes, mouth curved into a wide smile. "Y/N." You smiled back. You could only see her face peeking over and her hands gripped at the edge of the bed.

"I didn't mean to startle you." She scratched her head, casting an apologetic smile. "I grew sharing a room with my older sister. I always wanted the top bed."

You shook the head. "I don't mind."

The hefty lid unhinged open with a soft shrill that indicated an urgent oil for the brackets, and you began to unpack on your bed.

The design of the barracks was incredibly plain. The room had simple interiors, with little more than two rows of bunk beds and five-foot-wide closets taking their pride of the place. At least, during the morning, it basked in the sunlight that slanted through the window and offered a nice view to the orchard behind the building.

Four out of the twenty slots were empty.

"I hope the little princess doesn't feel uneasy about sharing a room." You heard from behind and turned around, frowning, meeting a ginger-haired girl with green eyes and freckles, so many freckles daubing all her face. Her hands were resting on her hips. Her gaze coated with disdain.

"Leave her alone, Claire," Eva growled.

Claire folded her arms ever her chest, rolling her eyes. "Great, you found someone to stand up for you." She left her belongings on her bed and walked away, nostrils flaring up, fists hurled down and clenched by her sides.

"Her bark is worse than her bite." The brunette sighed. "We graduated together, North division. Though this is the last place I thought I'd see her. She graduated in the top ten, I bet she’d join the MP."

"Don't worry, I'm used to those things." You spun around and continued folding t-shirts and pants. "South division."

Her eyes bore on your back as you slid the hangers in the gowns, tugging at the sleeves and stacking them on your bed. You granted her time to shoot.

"Hey, uh… why…uh" You gazed up, rising a brow. Eva was scratching her temple and averted her eyes when they stumbled on yours.

“It’s alright, Eva” A chortle seeped out of your lips. "You want to know why I join the Military, don't you?"

"No…well, maybe." She rubbed the back of her neck. "Yes."

You chuckled and lifted a shoulder in half shrug. "I didn't want to live unhappily ever after trapped in an arranged marriage."

"Is that so?"

You nodded. “I’m not going to raise the children of some asshole who can’t make me come.”

“Y/N!” Eva shrieked, her cheeks sizzling pink. All heads turned to you.

You turned your face away, buffering with your arm her attack. You bent and grabbed the cushion and tossed it back to its owner’s bed. A touch of amusement burgeoned at the corners of your lips.

Eva sat down, her legs dangling over the edge of the hard mattress and patted a spot next to her. You climbed up and took a seat, turning to her. She put her hands on your shoulders and leaned in.

"Y/N, I want to be like you when I grow up."

You stared at her, shooting a brow heavenward before bursting into laughter. She laughed too and both flumped back onto the bed, wincing and hissing. Then rubbed your backs. Those mattresses were made of rock.

Something seized your sense of smell. “What do you have in your bag?”

“Oh!” Eva sat up and rummaged into her belongings, pulling out a jute bag. “Cookies, grandma packed them before I took my leave. She owns a bakery in Utopia.” You sat too, and she untied the lace of the container. “Not to brag, but grandma bakes the best cookies.”

“I must check if you’re telling the truth.”

You grabbed one and took a closer look at it. Not too flat, not too thick. Next second, your teeth clamped on it, crumbs fell on your lap, and you brushed them off, making sure they found their way to the floor and not on Eva’s bed. She was indisputably right. The perfect in between of crispiness and chewiness; sweet, but not cloying. They must’ve been sprinkled with coderoin, because you had found a new drug. If you ever happen to visit Utopia, Eva’s grandma’s bakery had to be a mandatory stop in your itinerary.

“Please, tell me you learned to make these.” You had another big bite.

“I worked with her in the summers.”

“Marry me,” you blurted, and hooked your arms around her, blowing raspberries in her hair.

When all the sugar rushed to your head, you descended the ladder.

“I forgot to ask you, what is that jar?” Your eyes drifted in the direction of her svelte finger pointing at the corner of your desk.

“Oh, this?” You grabbed it and unscrewed the lid, tilting it to the side so she could take a glimpse inside. “It’s a jar of stars. Each one each one represents a precious moment in my life. I cut out a star-shape of paper and scrawl on it anything that’d make a good memory.”

“weird.” She crinkled her nose.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Life was always better with friends. They’re like stars that collide with us and make more stardust. Friendship will always shing bright, in times of laughter and in times of sorrow.

Next morning, the new cadets gathered in the stables to choose their new loyal companions.

Humans don't choose horses; horses choose their human. That's what Max told you when you were kids, and the information was reliable; he used to play polo at the club. He's always been a horse expert.

You scrunched up your face when you felt a lick on your cheek. And it wasn't sexy.

“Hey.” You brushed its neck with your hand to stop the attack, rubbing off your face. You looked at him closely and smiled. He was the perfect horse for the girl who counted things. The Knabstrupper breed had an unusual range of coat coloration. He was white with dramatic brown spots swarming over him, like a dalmatian.

“You want me as your human?”

He replied with another lick.

“Carrot cake. That’s your name.” You drew out the carrot from your jacket and fed it to him. You had it with you in case your charm didn't attract any horse; a little help wouldn’t hurt anyone.

You combed his mane and tail and brushed the rest of his body. It was a good way to bond and built trust before mounting him. Then you tethered Carrot Cake to a wooden pillar and went in search of a saddle.

Before lifting the saddle on, you position the blanket on the horses back, making sure it was even on both sides, and rubbed off the wrinkles on the fabric.

You looked out into the main courtyard, and for a second, your eyes raveled with his. He was standing with his arms crossed, talking to Miche and Erwin under the shade of a tree. You took a deep breath and concentrated on your task. However, your conscience betrayed you, and your eyes went out in quest of him.

Levi was… well, something in his face was so intense and alluring. The first thing that struck you was his gaze. Those piercing steel gray eyes in which you would certainly be able to see constellations. Then his lips. Juicy. To kiss and to be kissed, and...

He hunted you staring at him.

“Oi!” Your eyes shot open wide as if they’d pop out and fall onto the horse shit. He was coming your way and your legs began to quiver.

“Didn’t they teach you how to saddle a horse?” He asked brusquely and pushed you aside. You could hear your heart drumming loud and clear.

Yes, they did.

“Probably skipped that lesson.” You managed to say as you reached for the hanging girth belt beneath Carrot Cake.

“Tch.”

And at that moment, as he grabbed the strap, his hand brushed yours and the ground quaked, though no one else was disturbed by the sudden natural disaster.

“I’ll check the other side,” you maffled and steered around your new best buddy to hide your scorching red blush from the ravenette.

“Better learn unless you want to become titan’s shit in your first expedition.” He spouted surlier that he expected as he finished fastening the cinch. Once done, he patted your stallion’s neck.

“I thought titans didn’t poo,” you jeered, earning another tch as he stalked off.

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writemekpop · 2 years

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Burn Baby | Lee Jeno

Summary: Jeno gets home from a night shift, and he can’t keep his hands off you...

Genre: Established relationship AU, Fireman!Jeno, Pregnant Y/n, domestic bliss tbh

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Sexual content, baby bump appreciation, dry humping, making out, general Nono cuteness

Request: Wholesome fireman Jeno :) he's just come back from the nightshift and Y/N can't stop smiling as she wakes up to him undressing and getting ready to wake her up for breakfast?

You woke up to see your boyfriend Jeno standing naked at the end of the bed.

Well, almost naked - a white fluffy towel was wrapped around his waist. You watched water stream down his muscled back, and your breath caught. Was this man really yours?

Jeno turned and smiled at you, his black eyes creasing into crescent moons. Without bothering to put on any clothes, he jumped onto the mattress and lay beside you.

"Get- away!" you giggled, as his wet body soaked your pyjamas through.

Jeno clasped you tight in his arms, kissing your face and neck feverishly - and spraying water everywhere in the process.

“I hope... I... didn't... wake... you," he said, between kisses.

You shook your head, lacing your fingers with his. You loved the way your hand fit perfectly into his, like they were made for each other. “How was the night shift? You must be exhausted.”

Jeno brought your fingers up to his lips and kissed them softly. “The usual… saved a cat from a tree, returned an old lady’s purse.” He grinned at you. "Life-saving work."

You laughed along with Jeno.

“Did the baby give you trouble last night?” Jeno asked.

You touched your swollen belly, sighing. “Couldn’t sleep. She’s a kicker. I reckon she could be a gymnast when she grows up.”

Jeno chuckled.

Suddenly, something in his mood shifted.

He stroked the hem of your T shirt, fingers grazing your skin. You knew he was turned on just from the flutter of his eyelashes.

The air grew heavy with desire.

“May I?” He whispered.

You bit your lip and nodded. Suddenly, you could feel things you never normally felt. The air brushing your skin... the tingling in your stomach... the rub of your t-shirt against your chest...

Keeping his eyes locked on yours, Jeno slowly pulled up your T shirt, revealing your bump. He pulled up further, exposing your chest, then he took it off completely and tossed it to the side.

The second Jeno's eyes met your naked body, his lips parted slightly in awe. His dark eyes were glued to your curves, as if they were magnetically attracted.

Though your body had changed a lot from pregnancy, you never felt insecure. Not when Jeno looked at you like you were the Mona Lisa.

Jeno touched his lips to your belly, making you sigh with pleasure.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna sleep?” you half-sighed, half-moaned.

Jeno’s plump lips curved into a smirk. “I'm much too excited to sleep right now."

Jeno moved his lips up your belly, leaving a trail of soft kisses over your skin. He kissed your breasts, then your neck, before finally reaching your lips.

You tangled your fingers into his soft black hair and pressed your mouth onto his. His wet tongue curled against yours, sending shivers down your spine.

Jeno grunted against your lips. His towel had fallen off, leaving him completely naked.

He rocked his hips against yours, thrusting softly. You could feel him against the thin cotton of your underwear.

He hooked two fingers around your panties. “Let’s get these off,” he said.

“That sounds-“

BEEP BEEP BEEP

You were cut off by a deafening beeping noise. You clamped your hands over your ears, wincing.

“What the hell is that?” You shouted at Jeno. “Is that the smoke alarm?”

Jeno was covering his ears with the pillow. His eyes went wide. “Oh my god, the pancakes!”

The sprinklers on the ceiling hissed. Suddenly, they started to spray water. Within seconds you, Jeno and your entire bedroom were completely drenched.

Jeno scrambled off the bed and sprinted towards the kitchen.

You giggled at his completely naked butt. You dangled his towel in the air. "Forgetting something?"

Jeno turned, and an adorable blush leapt to his cheeks. "Give me that-" he groaned, plucking it from your fingers before running off again.

—

An hour later…

You and Jeno were sitting in the kitchen, wrapped in your matching pink fluffy bath robes. You were munching on soggy, slightly charred pancakes - though, because Jeno made them, they were delicious.

“Jen, how could you leave the kitchen unattended? You’re a fireman! Isn’t that your most important rule?” You giggled, mouth full of Nutella.

You leaned in, your voice dropping to a whisper. "If I told anyone what happened today... I could ruin you, Lee Jeno."

Jeno stared fiercely at you, his lips only just betraying his smile. “You wouldn't."

You smiled, and kissed his cheek. “Hmm... it'll be our little secret. Just coz I like you."

Jeno wrapped his arms around you. He buried his head into the crook of your neck, breathing in your calming scent. “You’re the best, Y/n."

You stroked his muscled back, a naughty smile jumping to your face. "I know I am."

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daaydreamy · 2 years

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thigh highs

summary: harry likes wearing thigh highs and it drives y/n crazy.

warnings: coarse language, smut, degradation kink, humiliation kink, pegging, choking, overstimulation

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

•••

Y/N chuckled softly when Harry let out a shaky moan as she slowly pushed her strap-on into him. She moved slowly, letting him adjust the more she moved. She loved how Harry was already whimpery because the night was just starting. His little noises were so cute and pretty, she adored them.

“Does that feel nice?” She asked him as her lips curved up into a smile and he gulped, nodding quickly.

Her knees were digging into the soft mattress below her. Her one hand was on Harry’s hip while the other was around his neck. Harry’s back was arched a little bit, her gentle grip on his neck making him flustered. His hands were placed on his thighs, sometimes digging his nails into his skin and gripping the soft flesh there.

“Did you wear these just for me, hm?” She leaned in and spoke into his ear, her hand traveling down to his thigh. She gently gripped the soft fabric of the thigh highs he was wearing, also giving his neck a soft squeeze to make him answer verbally.

“Yes.” Harry breathed, letting his eyes fall shut. He let out a soft gasp when Y/N gently thrusted in and out of him, sinking his front teeth into his lower lip. He let out soft whimpers when she did that a couple more times, his cheeks burning in arousal. He eventually released his lower lip and let soft moans spill from his lips, tilting his head back to rest it against Y/N’s shoulder.

“Faster. Can take it.” Harry murmured and Y/N hummed, obliging. She thrusted into him faster and deeper, making him let out louder noises. She gripped his hip, digging her nails into the soft flesh there, leaving crescent moon-shaped indents onto his skin. She removed her hand from his neck and gently touched his bottom lip, admiring his features as she fucked him.

“Open.” She said and Harry parted his lips, allowing Y/N to slide her fingers between them. He closed his lips around her two fingers, whimpering softly. He sucked and licked them, making her moan softly.

“Gonna fuck you nice and good, yeah? And you’re gonna take it since you’re a little slut.” She groaned softly, thrusting into him hard and fast.

“Harder.” He choked out and Y/N wrapped her fingers around his neck once more, gripping softly.

“Where’s your manners?” She chuckled softly and Harry whimpered, his breaths coming out in soft pants.

“Please. Please fuck me harder.” He pleaded and Y/N fucked him harder, just like he wanted. She let out soft grunts and moans, relishing in the pretty sounds he would let out. She let filthy things roll off of her tongue just to see how flustered it would make him. She liked seeing his cheeks turn into a shade of pink and his eyes roll to the back of his head.

“You’re such a pretty little whore.”

“Just always begging to be fucked, aren’t you?”

“You’re so fucking filthy, I love it.”

The way she would degrade him would send Harry into a spiral, and when he would reach the very end it was just pleasure, pleasure, and pleasure. He liked being her “little slut” and her “little toy” because he liked pleasing her. He liked making her feel good. He thrived off of the pleasure she gave him and it was always so dirty, so sinful.

Her deep thrusts hit all the good spots in him, and he couldn’t resist the moans and whines he would let out. He was loud, high-pitched whines leaving his wet and bitten lips. His stomach was swirling with pleasure, his orgasm slowly building up. His mind was clouded with thoughts, euphoria in every single place on his brain. His eyes were struggling to stay open, his eyelashes fluttering.

“C-can I touch?” He stuttered out.

“No. You’re gonna come from me fucking you and that’s it, understand?” She said and Harry groaned softly, his cock hard and throbbing with the need to come. He tried his best to fight off the urge to just touch himself to come but he wanted to be good for Y/N. His tip was leaking precum and he was so hard it almost felt painful.

Harry’s thighs started to tremble a little as his high slowly came closer and closer, his moans getting shakier and whinier too. He struggled to get words out of his mouth and he could barely even think straight.

“Gonna come. ‘M gonna come.” He whimpered and Y/N smiled.

“Come for me, pretty boy.”

Harry’s eyes closed tightly as pleasure washed over him, making a mess all over his thighs and stomach. He let out soft cries and whines, the pleasure only building up more and more because Y/N kept fucking him hard and fast.

•••

Harry sighed as he buried his face in the pillows beneath him. He closed his eyes, coming back down from his orgasm. He was in a daze and his tummy was still swirling deliciously.

He let out a soft whine when Y/N slowly started thrusting into him from behind again, still sensitive.

“S-sensitive.” He gasped, gripping a pillow.

“I know, my love.” Y/N said, gripping his hips as she thrusted into him, wanting to make him come again. Her thrusts were slow and deep, pulling whines and moans from the boy beneath her. She liked overstimulating him because he would be so whiny and whimpery and pouty.

“Y/N.” Harry whimpered softly.

“Shh, it’s okay. Want you to come for me one more time, can you do that for me?” She asked and Harry only nodded, moaning softly from the feeling of her filling him up. He pushed back against her, wanting more even though sensitivity was running through his entire body. He just couldn’t get enough of the pleasure and he was chasing it as fast as he could.

Y/N leaned down and pressed her chest to Harry’s back, thrusting into him slowly. She brushed his curls away from his face, seeing his face contorted in pleasure.

“You’re just my dumb little whore, aren’t you? You always think with your dumb little cock.” She chuckled softly and Harry’s cheeks grew warm.

“Say it. Say you’re my dumb little whore.” She whispered softly.

“‘M your dumb little whore.” He mumbled and Y/N gripped his hair, making him whimper.

“Louder.”

“I’m your dumb little whore.” He said louder and Y/N’s lips tugged up at the corners.

“Good boy.” She said and leaned back onto her knees, thrusting into him faster, keeping her tight grip on his hair. Her grip made his scalp sting but he liked it, he always liked the pain. Her kind of pain felt so good and pleasurable. He spread his legs a little wider, starting to get loud again because he was getting close.

Y/N used her other hand to give Harry a firm spank, then gripping the soft flesh of his ass. She gripped his ass tightly, moaning softly as she fucked him. She watched the fake cock slide in and out of him with ease, her hips snapping against his ass, creating a repetitive sound that bounced off of bedroom walls.

“C’mon, baby, want you to come for me.” She moaned softly and Harry whined.

“‘M gonna come for you.” He breathed and she hummed.

•••

“You should wear thigh highs more.” Y/N said, out of breath. She laid down beside Harry and he giggled.

“I should.” Harry murmured softly.

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