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Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 7.3 K Warnings: Graphic descriptions of violence. (Reader discretion is advised). Prompt: It's the night of the prank This IS a wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it.

Chapter 28: If You Want BIood (You’ve Got It)

You were walking through the dark halls, wand raised with a lumus charm so you could see better. You already knew the path you had to follow, it was almost exactly the same one that you used to get to the fireworms but a little further and then 3 lefts and 2 rights.

You wouldn’t say you’d pride yourself on your sense of direction, you had gotten lost in the castle more than once, but you had been in the passageways so often, and you had explored them and gotten lost in them just as many times. You had already taken three lefts and were about to take a right when Sirius appeared in front of you.

“Oh hey–“ You started, but were cut off by the way he scooped you into his arms, hugging you tightly, he leaned his head on the crook of your neck.

“Missed you,” he whispered into your hair.

You frowned, what’s gotten into him? “I saw you in the morning.”

“But you sat far away,” he whined. You frowned but finally hugged him back. It’s not that you didn’t like when Sirius was clingy, in fact, you loved it. But most of the time he got clingy it was because something was up.

Could it be because of your wound? But he had known about it for a week, and he hadn’t been this clingy earlier. In fact, he’d been a lot more concerned and serious about it. Yeah worried, and definitely a little touchy when you fell asleep on his bed, but not clingy. You noticed he was still nozzled in your neck after a couple of minutes, and felt how he took a deep breath “Are you smelling me?” you asked in disbelief, a teasing smile slowly creeping up your mouth.

He pulled away, a sly little smile on his lip. Am I really the one that’s a fox? You wondered as his smile widened to a grin, “Got a problem with it trésor?”

You almost rolled your eyes, you had let it slip that you liked it when he spoke French to you and he was making a conscious effort to fluster you about it whenever he had the chance. “Non, mon coquin,” you replied with a little smirk.

He gasped “Take that back!”

“Is it not accurate?” you teased again.

“Oi! I swear if you–“

“Everything all right?” You heard Remus’ conciliating voice from behind.

“She called me coquin!” Sirius complained with a pout. Looking an awful lot like a small child.

He looks adorable, both you and Remus thought.

“So?” Remus asked, he did not speak much French.

You giggled and placed your hand on his shoulder, he leaned towards you “It means rascal, naughty or… mischief.”

Remus nodded and turned back to Sirius. “I’d say it’s accurate,” he said with a shrug.

You covered your mouth with your hands and attempted to hold back a laugh. “Moony!” Sirius complained, “don’t back her up! I was trying to be cute-“

You shook your head, “–he was trying to fluster me.”

Remus wasn’t sure what he was doing in the middle of such a silly discussion, but since both you and Sirius looked absolutely adorable, he wasn’t sure he cared too much “How come?”

“I called her trésor.” Remus looked at him expectantly. “It means treasure,” Sirius clarified.

Well, that one’s accurate as well, he thought before he spoke again “Well you’re both mo chailleachan àlainn.” He placed both arms over your and Sirius’ shoulders and prompted you to continue your way.

“Hold up! You’re back at it with the Gaelic?”

“That was Gaelic?” Sirius asked, “No wonder I understood shit.”

Remus shrugged and then with a cheeky little smile responded “You understood it perfectly then.”

Sirius gasped again, turning to Remus just a little, “You wouldn’t dare!”

“Wouldn’t I?” He asked again, pulling Sirius’ shoulder so he would turn back to the front. You just laughed.

“Yeah chachan àlain,” you mocked. Remus laughed at your miserable attempt to speak Gaelic.

“If I’m a chaillchan àlainn so are you!” Sirius argued. “He said it to the both of us.”

Remus sniggered “Indeed, you’re both my chailleachan àlainn,” the way the words rolled off his tongue made it sound as sexy as Sirius’ french.

You elbowed him, and he played hurt. But his fun lasted until the three of you fell into a comfortable silence and his mind started to wonder. Reprimanding himself for calling you what he had, had either of them actually understood, he thought. Of course, Remus knew neither spoke Gaelic, but sometimes words were similar and both you and Sirius spoke like 5 different languages in between each other. He had been stupid.

And more stupid than that, he was just casually hugging the two of you as you walked, not that either seemed to mind. Sirius had a bit of a frown but that was because he thought he’d been called a “shit”, you on the other hand, had a diverted look on your face as you leaned slightly into Remus’ shoulder, clearly pleased over the fact that he had sided with you. But he felt too content, too joyful, it felt –even if it was just for a second– like he could have the two of you, and that you’d be happy to have him as well.

He felt like it was the Halloween Party all over again and you both had your hands all over him, no restrictions attached, the three of you high to the heavens with that euphoric potion. Yes, it was delightful, but at the same time, it was torment. Torment because he knew he couldn’t just give in to his delusional fantasies, torment because he knew there was a limit to how close he could be to the two of you before either noticed, torment because his mind kept telling him to get away. Still, his body refused, refused to let go, refused to stop feeling your warmth. And he had been the one to place himself in that situation this time around. Perhaps, it was he who was the cailleachan in the end.

Either way, he didn’t step away, he knew it would be more suspicious if he did, so he kept his arms around yours and Sirius’ shoulders, careful not to touch the section he had scratched.

“Took you long enough,” the three of you heard Prongs’ voice once you arrived at the meeting point.

“They were having a domestic fight.”

You gasped at that, “It was a small quarrel.”

“No, it wasn’t! You called me a–“

“But you are a…“

“–Guys?” you heard Peter’s voice rise a little as he tried to gather everyone’s attention, interrupting the two of you “Can we discuss your quarrels later on? We don’t have all night.”

“It wasn’t a quarrel,” Sirius muttered to himself. Remus had already stepped away from the two as he went to talk to James and you closed the gap between you and your boyfriend, extending your hand to chase his.

“Hey mischief?” you said, trying to get his attention. He gave you a side look. You leaned your head on his shoulder. “You did hear what I said, right?” He turned his head to you, eyebrows raised like, telling you with his face that he most definitely had, “Yeah, but did you really listen?”

“Yes, it was very clear when you called me coquin.”

You shook your head and leaned into him, to be able to whisper in his ear “I called you mon coquin.”

He turned to you with agape, a silent scoff rolling off his pretty lips. “Oh, so now you’re claiming ownership over me,” he teased, a smile plastered on his face.

“Well, if the shoe fits…” you replied, mirroring his smile.

He pulled you closer to him, brushing his lips against your earlobe before he spoke “Est-ce que ça fait de toi mon trésor?”

Your mouth went dry and you shivered, bIood rushing through your cheeks so fast you weren’t sure you’d be able to play it cool afterwards. Regardless you tried, leaning in closer to his own ear and actually biting his earlobe before speaking again. “Je peux être tout ce que tu veux que je sois…”

“Love puppies, time to focus, please,” James said when he noticed the way Sirius’ eyes had shone. He may or may not have been afraid of what the two of you would have done if he hadn’t stopped you.

You turned to James with a smile and nodded. Remus had averted his gaze, your back was to him, so you didn’t notice, but Sirius did, and he almost felt a pang in his chest when he realised Remus’ slightly bitter reaction. Well, he had felt the pang, but he pretended like he hadn’t. It made no sense for it to be there. You were his girlfriend and Remus was just Remus. Same Remus he’d always been, except that he wasn’t making him feel the same way he always had. His hand settled on your back as the two of you walked closer to Peter, who had the map in a hold.

“So, I’ll get in first and eavesdrop on the password. That way we know what it is. Then the four of you will get in through the door with the cloak on.”

“We won’t fit,” Remus said, remembering how close he had stood to Sirius in the library the previous night.

“Yeah, we thought about that yesterday while you were making the potions,” James spoke and then turned to you “You’re gonna have to turn into Vixen and let us carry you.”

You looked at James for a second, blinking as you processed the information, and then shrugged. “Okay, just be careful when you pick me up.”

James nodded in response, and Peter continued speaking. “Great, once we’re in, we’ll just sneak into their dorms and we’ll help you and Remus with the hex bags.”

“We’re not going to get anyone that’s not on the list,” you said as you looked at them, it was something between a question and a statement. You just wanted them to confirm it. Everyone nodded, except for Sirius, who looked a bit vexed. You threw him a look. “I have friends in Slytherin, you have friends in Slytherin. We can’t punish them all just because of a few assholes are in the same house.”

“They’ve been messing with you since you got here, Starshine.”

“Yes!” you agreed. “A small little group of them have. Not every single one.”

He looked to the side but eventually nodded , “Fine then. Just them.”

“Such a good boy,” Peter teased, in the same tone you’d use for a dog and Sirius almost hexed him. Which just had you all laugh.

“Everyone’s against me tonight,” he complained.

“I’m not,” James said as he placed an arm over Sirius, you gave Remus a diverted little smile, and he returned it with a bit of a shrug. “You’re our best boy after all,” James said, using the same tone Peter had used earlier, and making the rest of you laugh.

Sirius looked at James shocked, like he had been betrayed by his friend. He then removed James’ arm from his shoulders and lagged behind until he was beside you, you leaned towards him a little. “It’s all right Puppy, I’ll make it up to you later.”

He gave you a coquettish little smirk, “You promise?”

You almost rolled your eyes at his lightning-fast change of behaviour, he had never even been actually upset, but decided to humour him instead “Oui, mon amour.”

“I understood that!” James said teasingly.

You just chuckled, “As if it were a secret.”

Sirius’s smile widened. Yes, that was right, he was your love.

Once you reached the end of the passage, just a few metres away from the entrance to the Slytherin Common Room Peter shrunk into Wormtail and disappeared through the door. You looked at him go, still fascinated by how the animgus transformation was so seamless. Yes, you were one yourself, but it’s not like you’d ever seen yourself transform. It had never even occurred to you that the process would be so interesting.

And you were also thinking of how different it was to Remus’ transformation. His was painful, at least you assumed that it was since it had seemed pretty bad when he transformed back in the shack. You still remembered the way he’d yelped and bawled as his skin ripped and gave away to the wolf. The memory caused a shiver to run down your spine.

“You cold?” you heard Remus whisper after he leaned towards you. You all had to be a lot more quiet now that you were close to the Slytherin common room. But the three of you had sat down in the hallway. You were on one side, with Sirius and Remus on each of your side, and James was in front of the three of you, Sirius had been leaning towards the front to be able to talk to him.

“Me?” you asked as you turned to Rem. “No, no. It was more of a… It was just… nervousness,” you lied in the end.

“You’re nervous?” he asked with a bit of a frown, emphasising the “you” as if he didn’t believe it was possible.

“Well, I’ve never sneaked into someone else's dorms to cause havoc,” you argued, digging yourself deeper into your lie. “It’s only natural that I would-“

He shook his head, “That’s not it. I know you, Miss Let’s Add The 100-year-old Veom Instead.”

Sometimes it was annoying how well Remus could read you. You sighed, “well, I’m not nervous, but I’m not cold either. Let’s leave it at that?” He tilted his head to the side as if analysing the situation before nodding, you pulled your feet towards your chest and rested your head over your knees. “You think he’ll take much longer?”

“He has to wait for most of them to be asleep. We can’t risk the door opening up and having no one get in.”

“We should have just gotten Slytherin ties and walked inside like we were part of them…” you huffed.

Remus chuckled “As if the entire school didn’t already know the faces and names of three of the Gryffindor Quidditch Players.”

“Polyjuice potion?”

“And you just have that one around?”

“Well, we made a pretty good one with Slughorn at the beginning of the year...”

“Maybe we should have kept some of it in a vase before handing it over.”

“I did,” you said casually.

Remus looked eyebrows shot upwards as he looked at you, trying to decide if you were joking or not, “You did?!?”

You nodded, “it’s safe and sound on my trunk, in case we ever need it.”

Remus had opened his mouth to speak again when you saw Wormtail returning through the small hole in the wall. He quickly turned, he was still crouching when he turned back, his teeth slowly shrinking to their normal size, which was already a little big for his face.

“It’s emerald enigma,” he whispered, loud enough for the four of you to listen.

You raised your eyebrow, “emerald enigma? really?!?”

“Slytherins aren’t ever particularly clever with their passwords,” James said.

“Once upon a time it was clever schemes,” Sirius said as he turned to you.

You looked at him even more shocked and Remus nodded beside the two of you.

“Time to go then,” James said. Peter was a rat in seconds, and then it was your turn. Just seconds afterwards, you had already turned into your own animagus form and walked towards Sirius’ lap. It’s not that you were certain he’d be the one carrying you, but it made sense.

“Hey Kit,” he said softly as he allowed you to climb over one of his legs and then wrapped his hand under your belly, picking you up as he stood, and then placing his other arm underneath so you felt more secure. You leaned your head on his chest and paid attention to the reaction of the boys. Remus was wrapping the cloak around James and Sirius, while James had leaned closer to you and was staring at you from the side.

James had never seen a fox up close, well he had seen you back at the full moon but it wasn’t the same thing. He seemed genuinely interested, but when he extended his hand to touch you, Sirius pulled back protectively, accidentally crashing into Remus. “Oi!” James complained as he stared.

“She’s still hurt,” Sirius said defensively.

“But she likes to be rubbed behind the ear,” offered Remus.

Sirius nodded, the fact that Remus knew, or how he knew, didn’t even cross his mind. James looked directly at you “May I?”

You didn’t hiss, or emit any other protest sound, so he leaned his hand again, staring at Sirius for permission. Your boyfriend nodded, a little apprehensive still and James pressed his hand onto your head. He was soft, like he was with cats, but then he scratched you the same way Padfoot liked being scratched and all of your hair stood on end.

Involuntarily you turned your head towards him and opened your mouth to bite, your snout was already around his wrist when you realised what you were doing and pulled back, being helped by Sirius who also pulled you back. You looked at James and he had an apologetic look in his face, you too looked like you were sorry for trying to bite him.

“Sorry,” the boy whispered, you nodded and that was that. James did not try to pet you again, at least not for a while, he’d seen how sharp your teeth were.

Remus finished arranging the cloak around the three of them Sirius and you had ended up in the middle, James and Remus on each side, they were all standing pretty close to each other as the three walked outside of the hideout and towards the dungeons. You saw the potions classroom, the boys passed by it as you stared around carefully, as a fox your senses were a lot better than theirs, except perhaps for Remus’ so you kept a close eye on the boy in case either you or him, heard something that would require you to warn them about something.

Eventually, you reached the bare wall that would lead you to the Slytherin Dorms, you felt excitement piling up in the form of a knot in your stomach. You’d wanted to see their dorm for a while now. You had already seen the Ravenclaw and yours, obviously, and for some reason, the goal to sneak into all the different common rooms prowled into your head.

“Emerald Enigma,” James whispered towards the door and slowly the bricks from the wall started moving and opening into a relatively long passageway. The four of you stared ahead, paying close attention to the way the bricks moved and stepped forward as soon as they could comfortably fit through the door. The passageway opened into a rather long room, the ceiling was clearly very high above you, making the place feel almost nothing like the dungeons. In fact, you’d go as far as to say that it felt more like a palace since it was rather regal. The windows were looking straight to the black lake, with a few water creatures passing swiftly through them every now and then, it looked rather peaceful, which you wouldn’t have ever imagined the dungeons to be.

The boys, who had to actually pay attention to where they were going, and who clearly had been there before, weren’t as awed as you were, in fact, they looked a lot more on edge, as they were checking all around the common room to make sure it was empty. Still, Remus and James continued to hold the cloak tightly, to make sure it wouldn’t fall, tumble or get caught into something.

Once they were sure it was mostly empty, Remus removed the cloak from atop of you, and Sirius laid you gently on the ground. You turned back in a matter of seconds. “The boy’s dorms are to the left,” Sirius informed. “Barty’s number 15, he’s with Regulus.”

“Evan, Snape and Mulciber are on the 24th,” you said. Sirius turned to you with a frown, as if asking how you knew, you shrugged, “I got it from Minho.”

Sirius’ frown deepened “You asked him?”

“Of course I didn’t straight up ask him, It’d be too suspicious, although I’m sure Minho wouldn’t rat us out.” On purpose, you thought, after all, he had been the reason you concluded Remus was probably bi, or maybe pan.

“So how?”

“A magician never reveals her secrets,” you said with a sly smile. It really hadn’t been a particularly smart conversation that you’d had. You just mentioned that Mary was telling you about the power of numbers and that she thought our room numbers had significance. It was partially true, at least she did talk to you about the power of numbers, after divination a couple of weeks ago. You then told Minho your room number and the boys and he started sharing all of the Slytherin ones you knew.

He hummed in response, “Fine then, we split.”

“That’s the worst idea ever.”

“No, it’d be faster,” James added.

“You’ve never seen a horror movie, have you?”

Remus smiled, he understood exactly what you were referring to, and then leaned a little closer to you. “Don’t worry, you’re already hanging out with the most dangerous monster in the castle,” he joked.

You turned to him, almost a little surprised by his statement, “Who knows, maybe there are vampires hidden somewhere, or acromantulas, or basilisks, or magical armours that want to cut you in half.”

“You need to tone it down with the fantasy books Vixen,” James said with a teasing smile, “you and Sirius go to Barty’s. We’ll go to Snivellus', Peter, look out. Deal?”

You huffed, but nodded, “Keep the cloak,” you said before casting a disillusionment over yourself and Sirius. Remus, who had heard from Sirius how good your charm was, was still somewhat shocked by it. It really was almost as good as James' invisibility cloak, unless he paid really, really close attention.

“Damn she’s–“

“Really fucking good, I know!” Sirius finished. You handed a small bag to Remus, who took it as it slowly became visible.

“I’ve kept what I’ll need, use the rest,” you told him, and finally split ways. You and Sirius moved to Barty’s room.

“Alohomora,” he whispered, along with a silencing charm so the door wouldn’t creak. Four boys were soundly sleeping on each of their beds. The first one you spotted was someone you instantly recognized and you gasped, covering your mouth when you realised you had been a bit too loud.

Sirius threw you a look and walked closer, “It’s Nox,” you whispered, the muffliato you had used earlier helping you be as stealthy as possible, “from the reading club, didn’t know he was Barty’s roommate. He hangs out with Neil and Todd most of the time.”

It’s not like Srius didn’t know you had friends other than your friend group, but it was sometimes weird that you knew people in the castle he barely even recognized. “Want me to add a ward around him?”

You thought about it for a second, and nodded “We really should,” you said “I don’t want the prank to affect him…”

“What about the rest?”

You turned around, there was a silver-blond haired boy who you didn’t actually recognize, Sirius leaned closer to you and pointed at the boy, “Solacis Gaunt, he’s close to Reg and Barty,” he said as he pointed.

“Gaunt as in…?” You turned to him, in disbelief.

“Yeah…”

You bit your lip, even if this Solacis was friends with Barty and his group, he hadn’t been there that night, and you had no idea how he would have reacted, and regarding his last name, well you refused to believe that was any sign of people’s character. After all, you being who you were and Sirius being who he was, had never actually altered your actual selves… What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, you remembered. “We’ll ward him too.”

“And Regulus?” he asked, you could see the apprehension in his voice. You turned to the boy, last time you saw him he had tried to approach you in a friendly manner and you’d blown him off. Being asleep he looked so unguarded, so little preoccupied as his chest rose up and down, you almost felt bad for the way you had treated him. But then you remembered what he had done and the anger boiled back up to your chest. He had knowingly betrayed you and Sirius, all those lost years…

You had two hex bags, you could easily slip one under his pillow as well, have him suffer the fright of his life, bring him down to desperate cries, overpowered, helpless. But Regulus had stayed on the sidelines, he had tried to stay out of your way since that time at the race when you basically told him to piss off. It was like he had been trying to make you less uncomfortable, even if it pained him, not that you knew. But you did notice that you saw him around a lot less, he avoided you, and even if he did stare at you and Sirius from the sidelines, he never even dared to accidentally cross paths. That you had noticed.

And laying there, his head resting on his pillow, his hair pulled back revealing his delicate features, he looked every bit a Black, every bit like his brother. You took a deep breath, it was in his graceful nose, in his long dark lashes, in his thin, pinky lips. All of those features that drew you to Sirius, the things that made your boyfriend as beguiling as a Siren’s call. They really are brothers, you thought. And how? How would you be able to hurt him? What he did had been years ago, and he had been a kid too, pressured by his parents. It’s not that you wanted to be friends again, but you didn’t want to cause him sorrow either. “He’ll too be warded off.”

Sirius frowned, “But after what…”

You turned to him, your dark expression clearly telling him you knew exactly what he had done, even if he could barely see it due to your spell. “He was not there that night. He didn’t do this to me,” you said, pointing to your wound, “this isn’t about some old grudge we have against him, this about Monday. This about what happened that night and the people that allowed this bastard to do it,” you said, giving Crouch a short glance “And Sirius, he is your brother.”

He swallowed, “He’s a Black.” Every bit a Black, you recalled your earlier thought. You also wondered how such a messed up gene pool could make such beautiful children.

“You are one too,” you whispered as you walked closer, “and I still, I lo- like you very much. Every bit of you,” you added in the end and pressed a few kisses to his face for good measure, perhaps he would have missed the slip of your tongue. Not that you didn’t mean it, but you wouldn’t expect Sirius to comprehend it, you’d barely been dating for a few months. “You’re still my Puppy, no matter what last name you have.”

Sirius gave you one long look and smiled when you kissed his nose, placing both hands around your face to bring your lips to his, he had heard the slip of your tongue, and it only made him want to kiss you even more. When you finally separated for air, he was the first one to speak. “I’m gonna have to kiss you again if you keep it up with the sappy stuff,” he joked.

You raised your eyebrows at that and then placed your finger over his lips, “You have a terrible habit of kissing me in the middle of stealth missions.”

“What do you mean I have the– You’re literally the one that starts it!” he added with an accusing finger.

“Yeah but you always kiss back,” you shrugged.

He gave you a diverted look as he bit his lip, and leaned in again, you leaned in as well, but he stopped right before your lips crashed against each other and smirked, “yeah, I’m not the only one who’s eager to kiss back.” You pushed his chest playfully as you narrowed your eyes at him, and then you heard Nox stir on his bed. The two of you leaned down and gave each other a look.

Both realising how stupid you had been by flirting –and making out– in the middle of the room where you were supposed to place the hex bags. You gave each other a look and almost chuckled. If Remus had been here, we would have stopped us, you thought, he’s the most reasonable of this bunch. And perhaps Remus would have, but only because he wasn’t able to join you.

When Nox finally stopped, you took a deep breath and both stood again. “Warding, I’ll place this.”

Sirius nodded and the two of you started with your tasks. You walked to Barty’s bed and smirked when you realised how easy this would be. You took a deep breath and leaned over the boy. Asleep, he didn’t look as wicked as he did on a daily basis. There was no sneer on his face and he almost looked peaceful. Not for long, you thought as you bit your lip to stop yourself from chuckling. You took a deep breath and raised his pillow slightly, placing the hex bag in its place. Then you looked at the leftover bag and decided to place it under his pillow as well. You shrugged, the more the merrier.

He instantly stirred on the bed, a small frown appearing on his face as his breath quickened. Let's see how you liked being scared, you thought and turned to Sirius. He was just finishing with his castings. He gave you a questioning look and you nodded, the two of you slid out of the bedroom as soon as possible. As you got out you spotted James and Remus just below the stairs, giving you questioning looks.

“What the hell took you so long?” James asked, “I thought there was only Barty there.”

“We had a bit of a pitfall, but we did it.” Sirius responded.

Yeah, making out is definitely a pitfall, you thought.

“We’re ready to go then?” Peter asked, he looked rather nervous.

Remus nodded, “We just have to make sure Jackdaw does his…”

At that moment, from all the different walls, ghosts started sliding in, you smiled, Richie had actually convinced them. He approached your group with a smile, “You owe them some rotten meat,” he informed.

“Rotten meat, that’s all it took? Should’ve told me sooner, I’ll take you all the rotten food you want,” you replied. He gave you a wink and flew towards the rest of the ghosts. Sirius frowned at the flirty wink from Jackdaw but didn’t say a thing.

“Job’s done kiddos,” James said, and Remus pulled the cloak out. All of you stifled inside and walked together until you were away from prying eyes. You all knew it wouldn’t be a good idea to turn into your animagus in front of the ghosts. The muggle saying “silent as the dеad” couldn’t be further from the truth.

Once you were in the hall that led to the inside of the common room, and that both Moony and Prongs made sure there was no one watching, you and Peter turned at once. Sirius picked you up and held you in his arms, while Moony adjusted the cloak to make sure it was covering everyone up and finally, you left the common room.

That’s where things went south. Just as the bricks opened themselves again someone was walking inside. The three boys took a step to the side as Slughorn walked in. The three leaned against the wall, Sirius carefully squeezed you, or Vixen, against his chest, so you occupied as little space as possible. You noticed Peter trying to distract Slughorn by walking near his feet, but he still seemed focused on walking in, the first thing he noticed was the ghosts making their own little mess, the main distraction.

Thankfully the headless hunt was not about to be deterred by one teacher, and they continued with their task as Slughorn called for help. This wasn’t meant to be now, it should’ve been later. You turned to look at the boys, they all had apprehensive stares, you could practically smell their stress as they finally unglued their backs from the wall and started walking towards the hallway. Once in the dungeons, and away from the havoc you had caused, you thought you were safe. And perhaps you would’ve been, had Evan not been coming back from the infirmary so late.

He pretty much bumped into the invisible wall that was your three friends, and all would have been fine, except for the fact that he straight-up stepped on James’ feet and he grunted in response.

“Potter?” Evan asked, instantly recognizing his voice.

Fuck.

Evan extended his hand to grab onto the front but the boys pulled back just in time. Regardless, Evan didn’t relent, “Potter I know it’s you. Either you come the fuck out or I’ll hex your stupid rat,” he said, pulling a screeching Peter out of his pocket. James swallowed and gave each Sirius and Remus a look; you tried to jump down from Sirius’s grasp, perhaps you could distract Evan by biting him while Peter escaped, but Sirius tightened his hold as you tried to squirm away. He knew what you were thinking, but he also knew Evan could just kick you out of the way, and he was not going to risk you being hurt by his hands again.

Evan pointed his long and thin wand towards Wormtail and you felt everyone tense even more. “Come on Jamesie, you wouldn’t allow me to kill your stupid rat, would you?” he added. “How much damage do you think a confringo like the one your stupid little friend used on me earlier today would cause? Hmmm… Perhaps I could use him as target practice…” Evan tilted his head, “No?” he asked again, “well then,” he added and adjusted his wand in his hand. Peter shrieked again, “We’ll see if your stupid rat ends up better or worse than your friend after the Shrieking Shack.”

To your surprise, it wasn’t James who jumped to protect Peter, but it was Sirius. He handed you over to James who barely managed to react and grab you before he left the cloak and planted his fist on Evan’s face. Peter fell from his hands and shrieked as his face crashed onto the floor just before running off.

Evan staggered back, reeling from the sheer force of Sirius’ punch but he retaliated, shoving Sirius with eager ferocity as if he had been longing for a challenge. One where he actually won. Evan was much taller and broader than Sirius, and you squirmed in James’ arms yearning to intervene but he held you firmly, casting down an impatient glance before turning his attention back to the boys.

Evan managed to land a solid on Sirius’ jaw, but the longer-haired boy didn’t even flinch, instead he used the momentum and the loss of balance from Evan to throw himself towards his opponent, effectively managing to throw the blonde on the ground. You winced as Evan turned the two of them around and started hitting Sirius’ defenceless face.

In response to the escalating violence, James panicked –handing you over to Remus who cradled you with a lot more consideration– and he too left the cloak, leaving only you and the werewolf inside. However, Sirius had already managed to turn things around, he had started to punch Evan repeatedly in the face. James lunged forward to intervene, but he got accidentally elbowed by Sirius, who, swivelling in concern, was met with another punch from Evan.

When you figured James wouldn’t be able to stop them, you started squirming again, a lot more intensely now but Remus’ hold didn’t budge. So instead you turned back, which surprised the boy only for a second as you ended up pretty much shoved against him. You were just about to leave the cloak too when you heard a voice.

“STOOOP!” Slughorn roared.

After looking at the man using his wand to pull Sirius and Evan apart, you were ready to jump out, but Remus’ strong arms tightened around you, not letting you out. You weren’t sure if it had been intentional or not, but somehow he hadn’t touched your wound while he did.

“Remus what–“ You started to complain, but he placed his hand over your mouth and started dragging you back and away from the upheaval.

You tried to fight it, but it was useless. Remus was much more stronger than you, once you were far away enough he whispered, “It’s okay, they’re okay.” You frowned, he must have felt how tense you were, because he continued talking, voice a lot more soothing now, “if I had let you out there, you would have achieved nothing other than getting punished along with them.”

You knew he was right, and yet that didn’t reduce the urge you had to bite him for talking your agency away. You jerked your shoulders in response, still angry, feeling a sharp pain in your arm that should have calmed you down, but Evan being such an ass to Peter had made you angry enough. Hitting your boyfriend in the face? You were actually considering hexing him again, intentionally this time around. You took a deep breath, you felt Remus’ hand brushing up and down over your good arm, still attempting to relieve your anger… And as much as you hated to admit it, it was distractingly relaxing.

You tried to shake him off one last time before completely relaxing into his arms. He leaned in closer to whisper again, “Remember I was telling you about not getting caught?” He asked. And waited for you to answer. His hand was still over your mouth, you raised your eyebrows at him. He gave you a look, not moving his hand away. And eventually, you just nodded. He was smart, he knew you well too, you could have screamed, you could still see Slughorn talking to Evan and the boys from where you stood.

You could have also bit him, force him to remove his hand from your face, but you had no intention of hurting Remus. Perhaps you didn’t want to get punished along them either, the more you thought about it, the more sense it made to try and stay in the sidelines and make sure the prank was completed, even if Prongs and Pads had gotten caught.

“Well, this is one of those moments in which staying behind, and in the quiet is best,” he said softly, vocalising your own thoughts. “James and Sirius are going to get detention regardless of whether you intervene or not. Trust me, I too wanted to punch Evan in the face after he said that about the Shrieking Shack but I knew it was best to hold back. I don’t think he would’ve hurt Peter.”

You wondered if Remus had seen or heard about the way his hands had dug into your skin that day in the Forbidden Forest, about the bruises Sirius later covered up with his kisses. Even then, some of the marks still fading in your skin, you didn’t think Evan would actually hurt Peter either, in fact, you weren’t even sure he had hurt you on purpose. That’s not something you would’ve said of Barty, he was completely unhinged.

Remus was still holding you flush against his body when he took a deep breath. He had felt how much more relaxed you were now, somehow his voice and his touch had gotten you to calm down.

He shouldn’t have been surprised, it wasn’t the first time it happened, but you had been so much more rilled up this time than back when the boys threw you and Sirius from your brooms that he wasn’t even sure if you’d forgive him for stopping you.

“I’m gonna take my hand away from your mouth, okay?” You nodded again, he did, and rested his forehead on your shoulder, sighing when he realised you really weren’t going to scream. “I’m sorry,” he added then, “shouldn’t have grabbed you like that.”

“It’s okay,” you said quietly, “I don’t mind it if you hold me Remus…” you mumbled. “I mean… Thank you.”

“What?!” he asked, baffled.

“You were right, it would have been stupid to join the fight. I wouldn’t have been able to do anything, I need to be more calm instead. Like I was in the library with the howler, like you. It’s just that Evan punching Sirius fucking vexed me.”

“I know…” he managed to say, me too, he thought. In fact, if you hadn’t been around, he might have actually been the person to throw punches after Sirius got the first one. Evan might have been taller and broader than your boyfriend, but he was no match against Remus, let alone if you factored in his werewolf strength.

You leaned back against him, the back of your head resting against his shoulder as you too sighed, “Does it always feel so terrible when a prank goes wrong?”

He hummed in response, “they’ll be all right, detention is just sitting in a classroom being bored or writing an essay most of the time… Don’t worry too much about them.”

“Feels bad that we’ll get out of this scots free but they won’t, though.”

“Survivors' guilt.”

You hummed, closing your eyes, “Thanks for holding me back,” you said again, “I don’t know what I’d do without you Rem.”

He stifled a laugh at that, you’d probably be more than fine without him. He, on the other hand… “Count on your good old werewolf friend to help you hold those murderous tendencies,” he joked. You actually laughed at that, and then covered your mouth with your hands, looking around.

“It’s all right, you can laugh, I cast a silencing spell,” he said, motioning to his hand with a small nod, he had his wand in a hold.

“Was that before or after you took your hand away from my mouth?” you asked. The guilty look on his face was hidden by your shoulder, but his lack of a straight answer gave him away regardless. “Dumbass, I wouldn’t have screamed, I’m not that reckless.”

“You literally left your wand on the floor with a werewolf in front of you. You ARE that reckless.”

“Well it wasn’t just any werewolf,” you said in self-defence, even if you were only digging yourself in a deeper hole. There was a comfortable silence and you sighed one last time, “We should finish up, the grand finale,” you said, finally separating from him, the lack of warmth almost made you shiver, “gotta make our boys proud, don’t we?”

He smiled, his eyes shimmering with mischief, “Let’s do it.”

Glossaire: Mo chailleachan àlainn: My beautiful fools Est-ce que ça fait de toi mon trésor?: Does that make you my treasure? Je peux être tout ce que tu veux que je sois: I can be whatever you wish me to be. Oui, mon amour: Yes my love

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i just wanted to come on here and talk about my experience with spirituality. warning: longggg post ahead.

basically ive been in the spiritual community for YEARS now. ive had existential crisis since the age of 11 and ive gone through many phases of many different spiritual trends. from law of attraction, to witchcraft, to religious devotion, to law of assumption and now finally non dualism. i read books, meditated for hours and hours, talked to spiritual ppl from all walks of life and watched all the episodes of ganga upanishad (a show i still highly recommend, you can watch on youtube). all this childhood trauma and mental illness made me crave for sweet relief. but nothing really made sense until law of assumption. i thought that that would be it yk. i thought i was done searching but i think that was when i was searching for things the most. i do know i have it in my 4d, when will i see it? i thought i would get all my desires but did not meet success. and then the non dualism trend began and i hopped onto it like pretty much everyone else. i was bewildered at the stuff teachers kept saying. what do you mean everything's an illusion? there's no way that's true. my very real surroundings are causing me VERY real pain and suffering. oh no no there must be a deeper meaning behind all this. and so i read all the books in 4dbarbies drive, but nothing clicked. yes it made sense intellectually, but i didnt want to believe it bc where is the materialisation satisfaction here? also i felt none of the euphoria that was supposed to come with self realisation. which means i must not be a realised being. and then i cried and cried and cried, isolated myself, literally stopped going to school and just lay in bed all day. but ofc, i continued to read the tumblr posts like i had been doing for the past several years. and yesterday i read 4dkelly's post about giving up. it made sense. by the time i had finished reading the post i had truly given up on everything. on wanting, hoping, fearing, striving etc etc. i was SO tired. so i gave up. fell asleep. i woke up really late as usual and missed the school bus. i ate breakfast in silence, switched the tv on and lied down on the couch like always. and like always out of compulsion and force of habit i reached for my phone and looked up non dualism on twitter. and then i came across a tweet that said a simple sentence only- "nothing is ever actually happening." woah. that kinda drove me to the edge of the cliff i desperately wanted to jump off. i turned on some dnb background music and turned the shower on. i stood under the boiling hot water like some dramatic bitch and started piecing together the "puzzle". it all made so much sense now. i got out of the shower and left the house for the first time in months with a cute outfit and makeup on and everything. i went to the mall, bought candles, stickers, eye masks, coffee, and a doughnut with absolutely no social anxiety at all. i sat by window, read some poetry on my e-reader, cried, peered down at the floor below me and cried some more at the sight of little kids sitting on santa's lap and taking pictures and marveled at all the christmas decorations around me. it was insane. i decided i was going to be neutral towards everything but im in love. maddeningly so. in love with this dream that i thought did not love me back. but love is all there is. I AM ALL THERE IS. and i need you to take this literally. there is nothing happening. there is nothing here except you. nothing to fear, nothing to desire. ik a lot of people are going to dismiss this post because it's not a "materialisation success story" but i honestly dont think i can ever want anything physically bc in all its true essence, what is there to materialise? i am already whole and complete. i am lying on this cold hard floor, but i have never felt warmer. also ik there may be a lot of things ive written you might not agree with but again, this is NOT REAL. I AM. i hope this post helps you.

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lots and lots of love (more than you can ever imagine), and good luck.

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upon-a-starry-night · 5 months

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Number Neighbors Pt.9

Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader

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Word Count: 745

Summary: When you catch sight of the newest trend going around you know you’re all but bound to at least try it, it was harmless anyway. What could possibly stem from something so little?

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You stirred your cup of freshly made coffee as you thought of how close you and Nat had gotten over the past few months. You’d just finished some mild cleaning and were taking a break to make your third cup of liquid energy. There was no way you’d normally have the energy to clean your apartment without caffeine, and honestly, you were considering switching to energy drinks, the taste of coffee was becoming too…bitter.

Although you had to admit at least the taste matched your mood. If your mother were here she would berate you for how much pacing you’ve been doing, but you couldn't help it. Every time you let yourself rest your thoughts drifted to Nat.

You were worried you may have overstepped after your last conversation.

You and Nat had been texting over the weekend as you usually would when Nat expressed to you that her work was probably going to consume her for a while again this week, you outwardly groaned at the information. You knew that meant she probably wasn’t going to be able to text you the entire time. It always made you upset when you couldn’t text her, you wouldn’t ever admit how dependent you’d become on her presence out loud.

This time though, as you lay on your bed under the covers as the city lit up with its usual Saturday night party-goers, you listened to the laughs of friend groups and couples outside of your window and you found yourself succumbing to your usual melancholy loneliness. It was that same hollow feeling and the thought of being virtually alone all week that led you to confess something you knew you probably shouldn’t have

Nat🔪:

Y/n🍦:

I wish I could hear your voice.

The thought occurred to you many times as your friendship progressed, along with other terribly intrusive thoughts about her appearance and whether or not she was as beautiful as you’d begun picturing her to be. Nat didn’t respond to your message for a while and it got to the point where you stopped staring at the gray “seen” on your phone and turned the TV on for some comfort. Anxiety began to creep into your blood and you realized after watching the credits roll on an episode that you’d not even been able to pay the TV any attention.

You began to nervously pick at your skin, refusing to acknowledge the lump threatening to form in your throat. You’d googled so many times if it was appropriate to be so forward with online friends- Google the lying bastard told you it was common for online friends to send each other voice messages and even Facetime from time to time.

You knew it would be different with Nat, everything was. But you guessed some stupid hopeful part of your brain thought maybe…

You’re forced out of your thoughts by the sound of your phone buzzing, you quickly grab it and unlock it, heart pounding in your ears as you stare at the new message

Nat🔪:

You know I can’t do that.

It was such a simple message but it still made you ache all the same. You typed out a blank response and shut off your phone for the night, you doubted she was going to respond anyway.

Y/n🍦:

Yeah.

You fell asleep soon after that, missing the sound of your phone buzzing once more as you turned in bed.

Nat🔪:

I’m sorry.

That was the last message you’d gotten from Nat, and while you were broken up about it you were also salty. You didn’t text her on Sunday when you realized that it had always been you who texted first, and maybe it was petty but you wanted to see if she would reach out first for once.

Your Sunday came and went without a single message.

You called your mom just to have someone to talk to. You loved your apartment but lately, the space felt too empty and cold, maybe you should go buy a plant and get emotionally attached to that instead, people were too unpredictable.

Especially your person

The rest of your week was quiet and boring, you knew Nat would be busy but you didn’t bother spamming her with memes and messages like you usually would. You looked around your clean apartment and sighed, downing the rest of your coffee. You picked up your keys, needing a distraction, at least you could go grocery shopping.

Pt.10

A/n: And now we get to the angsttt :(

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 10 months

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I don’t want to overwhelm you cause I know you have several requests on top of your stories, but if you don’t mind I’d like to store this request idea in your box for a future date otherwise I will forget it.

Occurs in season 4 episode 3 where Cnut takes Mercia. The reader is Sihtrics wife, pregnant but he doesn’t know that she is pregnant cause he hasn’t seen her in so long. She was residing in Mercia, welcome by Æthelfled because her mother outlawed her in Wessex since she’s like Uhtred a Saxon Dane, part heathen. Anyways when Cnut and his men savage Mercia, Brida finds her trying to flee and Brida let’s her go escape. Walking in the woods for hours the reader is in a lot of discomfort, sore, cold, wet, tired, and about to give up hope. Suddenly, she sees Hæston and “his kinsfolk” caravan and begs Hæston to help her, maybe offering the promise of a reward. He obliges, he’s always liked her anyways so it wasn’t difficult to deny her but he was disappointed to see Sihtric’s pip in her belly. She hops in the cart and they travel in the woods for awhile and run in to Uhtred and his men. Sihtric is surprised to see her, she hops out and he’s panicked to her appearance disheveled, thinking Hæston did something to her but she explains and it’s just a really fluffy, emotional reunion and pup announcement.

Warnings: mention of pregnancy and some distress as reader worries about baby's wellbeing for a moment.

Pairing: Sihtric x you (f)

Summary: see request!

Word count: 2.9k

Note: thank you for this request! I hope you enjoy it :)

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'I hope he hurries.'

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'You're Sihtric's woman,' Brida grinned as she held you at knifepoint, 'are you not?'

'Please,' you cried, 'don't do this.'

'You carry his pup?' she asked as you held your baby bump.

'I do,' you sniffled.

'Does he know?'

'He does not,' you let out a sob, 'please, spare me.'

'How far do you think you'll get in your state?' Brida laughed.

'I don't know, please, Brida,' you begged, 'please let me go.'

Brida looked amused at your begging. It was almost sweet, she thought. While Cnut was busy bringing havoc upon Mercia, Brida had seen you try and escape their wrath. But she had been quick to follow you when she thought she recognised you. She knew killing you would hurt Sihtric, which would in a way harm Uhtred. And that is all Brida wanted. To harm Uhtred as much as she could. As much as he had harmed her.

'Brida, please, for the sake of my child,' you cried on your knees, 'let me go.'

'Is this your first pup?' she asked.

You nodded as tears ran down your cheeks, 'I know you want to hurt Uhtred, but not through me and my child, please.'

Brida sighed, she did feel for you, knowing what it's like to desperately want to be a mother. And now, knowing she was pregnant herself, Brida too, would have begged as you did now.

'Fine,' she snapped, 'run. See how far you can get.'

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And you ran. You ran until the night fell, you ran until your body was hurting, you ran until you threw up. You eventually fell asleep against a large tree trunk, until the first rays of sunlight woke you up. And then you got back on your feet again. And you walked. You walked until your feet were bleeding and until you fell down to your knees. In pain, in tears and locked into the tight grip of fear. Fear for your pup's life, fear for your own life, fear for the lives of those you left behind in Mercia, and the fear for your husband's life, who had no idea you were pregnant. You wiped your dirty hair out of your sweaty face and then placed your hands onto your belly.

'We will find a way, I promise you, little love, I will see your face. I will. And so will your father.'

And you sobbed at the thought of Sihtric, your beautiful husband. Gods, you missed him. So much. He had been away for so many months and you would do anything to be with him now. To be in his arms, to feel his lips on your skin and his voice in your ear, telling you everything would be okay. That he would take care of you. That he would take care of everything. And you prayed to the gods for help. And almost immediately, as if you had been heard and your prayer was answered, you heard voices chatting in the distance. You looked up and saw a group of people further down in the woods, but they seemed to be approaching. You jumped up and ran again, as fast as you could, holding your baby bump as you sprinted through the forest.

'Help!' you called, 'please, help!'

You saw how the leading man ordered his group to halt. You quickly understood they had no idea if this was a trap, so you stopped running and approached slowly as you kept yelling.

'I wish no harm! Please, I need help. I am a woman in need!'

'A woman?' you heard their leader chuckle with an accent, and for a moment you worried you were yelling to Cnut and his men as they started their approach again, until the man continued, 'and how may I help this woman in need?'

That sounded like Haesten and, even in all your despair, you rolled your eyes at the thought of that man. You stopped and fell down to your knees.

'I- I need to rest. I…,' you hesitated, 'I- I am pregnant!'

And upon hearing those words Haesten jumped off his horse and walked over to you.

'Where is the father of your pup?' Haesten frowned and he crossed his arms as he closed in on you.

'He marched months ago, he is not aware,' you said as you kept your head down.

'And how did this woman in need end up here?'

'Cnut-,' you let out a sob, 'Cnut has taken Mercia. I ran. I've been in the woods all night.'

'On your own?'

'Yes. I have no one, please,' you finally looked up at him as he stood before you. And his eyes grew big when he saw your face and his arms dropped lifeless next to his body.

'You're Sihtric's woman,' he gasped, 'is he… is he the father?'

You nodded and gave him a weak smile. You worried this knowledge may not work in your favour. Haesten has always had a thing for you, which everyone knew, and you feared that he'd just leave you in the middle of the forest now, on your own.

Haesten sighed and looked down at you, 'we could have had beautiful pups together, lady,' he shook his head and then he helped you up, 'but come, you can travel with us. You can get onto the cart we carry with us, in the back.'

'Where are you heading to?' you asked, cautiously.

'Heading North, but nowhere in particular, lady,' Haesten grinned, 'I am a free man! I have no land anymore. Which reminds me,' he said and paused for a moment, 'your husband had some part in that.'

You were startled at his words and knew it was over for you. You took a step back and Haesten threw his hands up innocently when he saw your worried face.

'I- I promise if you help me, you will be rewarded once I find my husband.'

'Hey, I am not going to hurt you, I swear it, afterall,' he said and looked at your belly, 'I am a family man!' Haesten laughed and nodded towards the two boys a little further back. Cnut's sons.

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You don't know how long you've been laying in the cart, being a part of Haesten's travelling gang, but you have at least been able to get some rest. But that was the only thing you got. You still looked and felt dirty. Leaves stuck in your messy hair, dirt on your face, arms, hands and in your hair too. Your tunic, once beige, was now a dark grey colour and your shoes were falling apart, which is why you had blisters all over your feet in the first place, and when no one was looking, you tossed whatever was left of your shoes out of the cart into the bushes. And as you felt your pup kick inside your tummy, you dozed off again.

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You were woken up by the men murmuring among each other. You rubbed your eyes and opened them as you laid down, trying to hear what was so interesting that made the men all whisper. And then you heard Haesten.

'Uhtred Ragnarson!' he laughed, 'I thought I could smell something rotten on the air!'

You jumped up after hearing Uhtred's name, but you were too far in the back of the travelling company to see if he was actually there.

'We should kill him now, Lord,' Sihtric said, 'while we have the chance.'

'Sihtric,' you whispered with big eyes. You would recognize your husband's voice anywhere, no matter how far, and you quickly shuffled your way out of the cart, running barefoot past all the men and women you'd been travelling with for a few days.

'I've had enough of fighting Danes,' Uhtred said bored, 'even weasels like Haesten.'

You saw Uhtred mounted upon his horse as you pushed yourself past the others, making haste to your husband, who you hadn't seen yet.

'Uhtred and his pretty boys,' Haesten said, 'looking so sad and far from home. It seems fate has brought us together, again. Your men,' Haesten continued, 'look like ragged dogs in need of meat and we have plenty. Speaking of meat,' he turned to Sihtric, 'your wife has quite some on her.'

'My wife?' Sihtric snapped.

'She-,' Haesten started but was interrupted by your screaming.

'Sihtric!' you shouted when you finally saw him, 'Sihtric!'

Sihtric's eyes darted with panic and confusion over the crowd Haesten travelled with, until he finally laid eyes on you. Despite your worn out appearance, he recognised you immediately.

'My love!' he shouted, dismounting his horse as fast as he could and he ran towards you.

'Sihtric!' you cried. Your feet gave out under you and you fell to your knees, feeling twigs and pebbles cut into your skin.

'Darling,' Sihtric said, not able to hide his shock and concern when he crouched down in front of you and saw the state you were in, 'what- what happened?'

You tried to catch your breath and his eyes darted all over you, before he could bring himself to cup your cheeks, 'My love, tell me what happened! Did Haesten threaten you? Has he taken you with him by force?' he looked down at your belly, which was carrying his pup for 7 months already without his knowledge, 'has he touched you? Did he touch you!?' Sihtric almost yelled as tears filled his eyes, 'say something, my love, please!'

'Sihtric,' you whispered and looked up into his eyes, and the sight of his mismatched pair was enough to make you sob.

Without asking any more questions he wrapped you in his arms.

'It's okay,' he whispered as he held you tight, 'I'm here, sweetling. You're safe, I promise. Just take it easy. Talk when you are ready.'

Sihtric kissed your temple before he carefully picked you up in his arms, carrying you over to Uhtred, Finan, Osferth and Young Uhtred. And you don't remember, but it had only taken you seconds of being in your husband's arms before you fainted.

'What is she doing with you?' Uhtred asked, concerned, while everyone watched how Sihtric carried you in his arms as he tried to control his emotions.

'It's quite a story,' Haesten smiled, 'we camp here tonight. Join us! And I will tell you.'

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You felt a little dizzy when you opened your eyes. You found yourself laying on comfortable furs inside a tent, but the bright light of the sun was hurting your eyes, as it shone through the open entrance. You groaned at the bright light and immediately heard something fall over as Sihtric jumped up, knocking over the wooden stool he had been seated on, and rushed over to you.

'My love,' he whispered, kissing your chapped lips gently, 'are you okay, beautiful?'

'Y-yeah,' you sighed quietly, 'just a little dizzy.'

'Here,' Sihtric said as he took a cup and brought it to your lips, 'drink some water, you need it.'

You sipped from the water and had to admit it indeed made you feel a little better instantly. Sihtric put the cup down and quickly took your hands.

'M-my love,' he stammered, looking at your belly as he swallowed hard, 'w-who-,'

'Yours,' you interrupted your husband, 'Sihtric, it's yours.'

'What?' his eyes grew wide, 'a-are you sure? Haesten said he… he humped y-'

'No!' you yelled, in shock and disgust, 'he has not! By the gods!' you cupped Sihtric's cheeks as his lower lip trembled and his eyes filled with tears, 'darling, please listen,' you said, trying to not let your own tears get the best of you, 'Cnut and Brida attacked Mercia. As I tried to escape I was stopped by Brida. I feared she would take my life, but she spared me. And then I ran. I wandered the woods for one day and one night, until I crossed paths with Haesten. You know he always had a thing for me,' you chuckled lightly as a tear rolled down your cheek, 'he was disappointed to hear that you are the father of the pup in my belly. And he said that me and him would have made beautiful pups together. He probably just told you that he had humped me to fool you. Believe me, my darling, I only ran into Haesten a few days ago.'

Sihtric looked at you and sighed with relief, not knowing what to say. You understood he was overwhelmed and also feeling guilty that he hadn't been there to help you through your pregnancy, up until now, so you took his hands and placed them on your belly.

'Do you feel that?' you smiled as the pup in your belly kicked like crazy, like knowing that the father was finally there, and you looked at Sihtric's face to see his reaction.

'Gods,' Sihtric let out a soft sob as he smiled upon feeling his child in your belly, 'it's… it's ours?' he looked up at you with tears in his eyes.

'It is, Sihtric,' you smiled as tears rolled down your face again, 'you will be a father soon.'

'I will?' he said in disbelief, looking at you for confirmation once more.

'You will be the best father, I know it, my love,' you whispered.

Sihtric suddenly laughed and shook his head, finally understanding everything you just told him.

'I will be a father,' he chuckled lightly, and then he carefully grabbed your face and kissed you, 'I will be a father,' his eyes grew ever wider and he kissed you again. Then he ran out of the tent and threw his hands up as he shouted again.

'I will be a father! Lord!' Sihtric exclaimed as he ran to Uhtred, 'I will become a father! Finan! Osferth!' he ran over to the other man, 'I will be-'

'Aye! We heard ye,' Finan laughed, 'a father, yes! We'll drink to that tonight!'

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After Sihtric had shouted at everyone who would listen that he would become a father, he had made his way back to you. And he carefully cleaned you up as much as he could. Picking the leaves out of your hair and washing out the dirt with some fresh water. Then he went to find some rags, and a clean tunic for you, and he carefully cleaned your face, arms and your hands. When he removed your tunic to clean up your legs, and to get you into the fresh piece of clothing, he looked sad upon your bruised knees.

'Oh, my love,' Sihtric whispered sadly, carefully cleaning the bruises before he kissed both of your knees softly.

'I will survive,' you smiled at your husband's tenderness, which you loved so much.

'But you're surviving for two now,' he smiled and kissed your tummy, 'you need to be extra careful. Promise me.'

'I promise, darling.'

You couldn't help but blush, brushing your hand through his dark curls as he rested the shaved side of his head onto your belly, as if listening to the pup. You felt so blessed to be his wife and even more blessed to become a mother to his child.

'Sihtric,' you chuckled lightly after a moment, 'I am a little cold…'

'Oh, gods,' he blushed, I'm sorry.' Sihtric smiled shyly and quickly dressed you into the clean tunic he found. Well, found, he had to pay Haesten some sort of reward apparently, and Sihtric bargained for clean clothes to be thrown into the deal.

Your man was not always thinking everything through, but when it came to you, his mind was as sharp as ever.

After Sihtric had you dressed again, he grabbed a large fur and took your hand, walking you outside. It was already dark and a little chilly when you joined the men around the campfire. Sihtric sat down first and pulled you carefully down onto his lap. He pulled the warm fur over you and wrapped his arms around you, underneath the fur, and leaned his temple against yours, occasionally pecking your cheek as he listened to the men discuss their plan of attack to stop Cnut and Brida.

But Sihtric stopped listening rather quickly when he got distracted by his wife. You mindlessly trailed your fingers up and down his biceps as you heard the men around you speak.

'I've missed your strong arms, my love,' you whispered, 'nowhere I feel safer.'

Sihtric hummed softly in your ear and you heard him chuckle lightly, squeezing you gently in his arms before you felt his hands move up under your tunic.

'Sihtric,' you gasped quietly, feeling his rough fingertips trail up the inside of your thighs.

'Yes, my love?' you felt him smile as he kissed your cheek again.

'Don't,' you giggled when he traced his fingers lightly over your undergarments.

'Okay, darling,' he chuckled, 'I won't. But I've missed you too, my love.'

'And your time will come, dearest,' you teased and laced your fingers with his, moving his hands up along with yours onto your belly, 'but first we need to get your pup out,' you chuckled.

'I hope he hurries,' Sihtric grinned.

'He?' you frowned. Your husband didn't see it, but he knew you did so by the tone in your voice.

'Yes,' he smiled, feeling the pup kick again, 'can't you feel it by the way he kicks? Such force, like a warrior already. He will be a fighter!'

'Which a little girl can also do,' you reminded him of how he loved your bravery.

'Yes,' Sihtric chuckled in your ear, pausing to kiss your temple as he rubbed his warm hands softly up and down your bump, 'and I promise I will give you a girl, my love. After our boy is born.'

#sihtric x reader #sihtric x you #the last kingdom fic #sihtric fic #sihtric kjartansson #the last kingdom #sihtric #tlk

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bxddiebloss · 10 months

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✦ In which Nagi Seishiro can’t stop thinking about you when he joins Blue Lock.

✦ Fluff.

✦ Part one here. ✦ Part three here.

⟡ masterlist

⟡ A/N: Thank you for requesting another episode w/ Sei!! <;3 @nerdiel-has-no-braincells

After the argument between you and Reo, Sei apologized and took you out on the date he promised you.

When you got to his apartment, you noticed a letter mailed to him that was set on the front door of his apartment and got curious.

You asked him if you could open it and he shrugged, not really caring only because he was busy making the supper he promised.

As you opened the letter, your eyes widened when you read the letter.

“Sei! Congrats!” You said excitedly.

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“You got scouted to go to a soccer/football camp! It’s a great opportunity, you should go.”

“But that means I can’t be with you though…”

This warmed your heart.

“But you can always call me! You’ll make so many new friends. You need some anyway.”

“Hm. I’ll think about it. I’ll call you every night then. Foods ready, though. Can we eat while we play Mortal Combat, please?”

“Of course, this date is supposed to be fun.”

A week later, Sei found himself wrapping his arms and legs around your body, as you packed his things for Blue Lock.

“Nooo, I don’t wanna go,” he mumbled.

“Yes you do, I told you it’s going to be a great opportunity. Plus, Reo is going to be there. He told me that he was going to look after you.”

Silence. You try to look behind you but all you see is Sei’s head leaning on your shoulder.

He fell asleep, standing, and leaning on you for support.

That’s what you get for staying up so late playing video games, you think.

You set his things by the door and let him take a nap before he gets ready to go. As you wish him goodbye, he keeps on complaining until you give him a hug and kiss while ruffling his silky white hair.

A few days after Sei and Reo joined Blue Lock, they haven’t texted you once.

Understanding, you just came to the conclusion that they were training extra hard but just didn’t have the time to text you, even though you found it a little suspicious that Sei would’ve texted you back already, with him always playing video games and such. There also was a toll taking on you as well. Lack of sleep from worrying about the boys gave you eye bags and little to no patience with your classmates.

Little did you know that Sei actually couldn’t go a minute without thinking about you. It got to the point where he was playing with his food, thinking about how much he missed you. Even Reo had to carry him back to their room because of how exhausted he was from his lack of sleep (staying awake and thinking about you).

More days pass and you get more stressed out from the lack of messages from your brother and boyfriend. As you were about to fall asleep, you got a text notification. Picking your phone up, you see that it’s from Sei.

Sei <3

I just got my phone back. Such a hassle. :x

Smiling, you shoot a response back just as quickly.

(Name) <3

What happened?

As he texts you a reply, you both stay on the phone all night together and end up pulling an all nighter.

Of course, there was going to be consequences. The next day (more like a few hours later), Sei gets yelled at for being even lazier than usual meanwhile you fall asleep during class and get detention.

But you and Sei both realized one thing, you needed each other to survive.

#blue lock x reader #nagi seishiro x you #nagi seishiro x reader #nagi x reader #nagi seishiro #nagi fluff #nagi x you #bllk nagi #seishiro nagi x reader

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silent-stories · 2 years

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𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

Summary: Dean moved in with his new girlfriend, but all he does is think about you.

Pairing: Dean × F!Reader, Dean × OC

Warnings: Angst, a bit of fluff, nightmares, hint of panic attack, blood

Word count: 1974

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Four months ago

That night, you were sleeping in Dean's bed. You didn't do it on purpose, he invited you to his room to see some episodes of Dr. Sexy M.D with him but you both fell asleep in the middle of the fourth one.

When you heard Dean suddenly sit on the bed, you woke up, noticing that the TV had gone off and the bunker room was completely dark.

You turned on a lamp on Dean's bedside table, which let you to see Dean's chest rise and fall fast, too fast.

"Hey, what's up? Are you okay?" You asked sitting in front of him with your legs crossed and gently placing your hand on his shoulder.

When his gaze met yours, he stared at you for a few seconds before speaking.

"I'm... i'm fine, go back to sleep." He murmured but it seemed like he was having a hard time slowing down his breathing.

"That's not true." You said, starting to get worried.

"I need you to take some deep breaths, can you do that for me?" You asked taking one of his hands in yours, placing his palm in the center of your chest. His touch made you feel butterflies in your stomach, but you tried not to think about it too much.

After a few tries, he started following your breaths and a bit later, Dean's breathing returned to normal.

Slowly, he moved his hand away from you.

"Thank you." He muttered.

"Dean, what happened?" You asked as you already began to miss the warmth of his hand that you felt through the fabric of your t-shirt.

"I saw you die, whatever happened was because I saw you die." He whispered.

Only then you realized he had a nightmare.

"Was it the first time?" You asked. Dean just shook his head.

"I'm so sorry, De." You said. "I'm alive, if it makes you feel better." You added.

Dean's low laugh filled the room.

"Come here dumbass." He said as he opened his arms for a hug.

You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his neck and felt one of his hands brush your back.

"I'm here you know, you can talk to me or not talk to me, but I'm here." You whispered to his ear.

"I know." Dean said with a little smile as you left a quick, soft kiss on his cheek.

That night you slept with your back pressed to Dean's chest, his arm around your waist, as if he wanted to make sure you were not going to leave him.

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Now

Dean woke up in the middle of the night with a start, sitting abruptly on his bed. A nightmare, it was just a nightmare, so why was his heart pounding in his chest and he kept seeing those images pass him by?

He saw you dying again, even though it had been months since he had last seen you in real life.

In his nightmares, he could never save you, he tried, he screamed your name and asked you not to leave him, he begged you not to close your eyes. But in the end you always closed them, you always died in his arms, sometimes in a pool of your own blood, as tears began to fall on Dean's face.

Sometimes they kept falling even when he woke up.

He felt Ally move in bed, turning to him.

"Are you okay?" She asked in a sleepy voice, raising her head slightly from the pillow.

Dean stared ahead of him at an imprecise point in the dark room, almost expecting to see one of the many monsters that had killed you in his nightmares pop up.

Was he okay? What should he answer? No, he wasn't okay. He had just seen one of the people he cared about most in his entire life die, his hands were shaking incredibly and his breathing quickened.

He wasn't okay, he was tired, he was empty and he was terribly missing the one person who could make him feel better at a time like this.

He had made a mistake in letting you go, now he was starting to understand it.

"I'm fine, go back to sleep." He whispered, realizing that his voice was also shaking incredibly.

Dean remembered another time he had said those words, the time he had a nightmare, when you fell asleep in his bed. He remembered you hugged him and almost made him believe that everything would be okay. He remembered that your hug felt like home.

Glancing at his hands he almost winced when he saw blood on them, he quickly rubbed them on the grey sweatpants he was wearing. They didn't get dirty, there was nothing on his hands, he realized.

The problem wasn't in his hands, it was in his head, that was starting to play tricks on him.

God, it was one of those nights. A few words of comfort would have been really nice in that moment, even if he would never have admitted it.

Ally didn't answer and Dean turned around, trying to look at her through the darkness.

She had already fallen asleep.

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Four months ago

"Why did you even agree to help me make a pie?" You asked Dean as your laughter filled the bunker kitchen.

"Because I thought you knew how to do it!" He replied pretending to be mad at you.

"You eat it all the time, I thought you knew how to do it!" You exclaimed without stopping smiling and looking at a page of the cookbook open on the counter.

Dean rolled his eyes, shoving a spoon into the jam jar, bringing it to his mouth.

"You can't eat it! We need it later!" You said.

"And when do we need this?" Dean asked pointing to the open package of flour.

"We need this now but first ..." You started saying before being interrupted by Dean who, plunging his hand into the flour, threw a handful at you.

"Dean!" You yelled as he burst into laughter.

You ran a hand through your hair, shaking off the flour, which was also on your face and most of your clothes.

"Aw, you look cute in white." He laughed.

"Okay, you wanted that." You said as you grabbed the package and emptied it on him, without giving him time to run away.

You laughed heartily looking at Dean's completely white face, the flour was all his hair and all over the kitchen floor now.

"Oh come on!" Dean laughed, shaking off the flour of him like a dog in the rain.

"You look cute in white." You said, quoting him.

"I hate you." He laughed.

"That's not true!" You exclaimed.

"Yeah." He said looking at you smiling. "That's not true."

"Guys, what the hell?" Sam asked looking at you in shock as he entered the bunker kitchen, which had become a complete mess.

You and Dean glanced at each other before bursting out laughing as Sam left the room shaking his head in resignation.

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Now

A happy memory hit Dean as he was on the couch watching a movie with his ... his girlfriend.

"Hey, Ally, do you know how to make pie?" He asked the girl sitting next to him.

"I have no idea, why?" She said without taking her eyes off the TV.

"Do you think we could try to make one?" Dean asked as a nostalgic smile formed involuntarily on his lips.

"Dean, there's a supermarket a block from here." She replied.

"I know, I mean... it might be a good idea to do ... something fun together. Other than sex." Dean said, feeling the need to specify that, since most of the time they spent together was in the bedroom lately.

"Dean, you know I'm bad at cooking, I ..." she started saying before he interrupted her.

"You're right. It was a stupid idea. Forget it." He answered turning his gaze back to the TV.

It was never a stupid idea when he did something with you.

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Four months ago

"God, you have to start being more careful." You said as you wrapped Dean's arm with a bandage, after you finished disinfecting a still bleeding cut on his forehead.

"Believe me, I'm careful. Or you wouldn't be alive right now." Dean replied, sitting on the edge of the motel bed where you were staying for the night.

"I didn't ask you to save me. And I would have been able to handle it." You replied.

Dean shook his head without saying anything as you finished with his arm and placed the bandages you hadn't used on the nightstand.

You sat next to Dean and after a few moments of silence you spoke.

"Don't do it again, please." You said.

Dean looked at you with furrowed eyebrows.

"Don't risk your life for me, if something happens to you because of me I..." You froze without knowing how to continue the sentence, you couldn't even imagine that something bad could happen to Dean.

"Hey, I'm fine, you're fine. That's the important thing." He said surrounding you with his uninjured arm and pushing you closer to him. You rested your head on his shoulder.

"I love you." You murmured. It wasn't the first time you told him, he was your best friend after all.

You were hoping that one day it might have a different meaning, but for the moment it was okay like that.

"I love you too." He answered leaving a kiss between your hair.

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Now

Dean grunted as he stitched up a cut on his shoulder in the bathroom of what he started to call home some months before.

But then, was that really his home?

He had never had a real home in his life, he had had one that burned down, when he was a kid, he had Baby, he had the bunker, he had had you.

And now, at two in the morning, just back from a hunt with Sam, in the bathroom, he realized that he missed your gentle touch from when you bandaged his wounds, your fingers brushing his skin as you stitched him up, he missed the fact that you really cared for him.

And only now, staring at his face full of blood and bruises in the mirror, he realized that of the four houses he had, you were the one he missed the most and it was time to let you know, to make up for his mistake.

"Ally, we're done." Dean announced as he came out of the bathroom.

She stared at him for a moment in silence.

"Are you coming home in the middle of the night to tell me you're breaking up with me?" She asked, almost dramatically.

Dean stared at her. "Yup."

"I'm sorry?!" She blurted out as she jumped up from the couch she'd been sitting on for a good half hour when Dean came back covered in blood.

"There's nothing wrong with you, we are not meant to be together, you... you are not her, you are not Y/N." Dean said, putting on his jacket, ready to leave.

"Who is this Y/N now?" She yelled at him, following him out of the house as Dean walked into the garden.

"An important person. A very, very important person, and I should have told her that before." Dean replied reaching the impala.

"It was nice the first few weeks but I can't keep being with you pretending you are her. I can't keep saying I love you and pretend I'm telling her." Dean said as Ally looked at him, surprised.

Surprised, not hurt. They were never meant to be together.

"Because I... I think I love her." Dean said, more to himself than to Ally. He loved you and he let you go, he really was a fool.

"Now I really need to go." Dean said as he got into the Impala.

Only one thing was on Dean's mind as he started the engine and drove away.

"I hope she still wants me."

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Part two here

Tags: @eevvvaa @spn730015 @supernatural111222 @youcancallmelily @clairenovakanddeanwinchester @dads-on-a-hunting-trip @3amstillawake @supernaturalmess @marvelandsupernatural @agirlwatchingalotoftvshows @candy-coated-misery0731 @impalaslytherin @rudy-the-winged-wolf

#dean x reader #dean x y/n #dean winchester x reader #dean fic #dean winchester fic #spn fic #supernatural fic #supernatural fanfic #spn fanfic #dean fanfic #dean winchester fanfic #dean fanfiction #dean winchester fanfiction #spn fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester fluff #dean winchester angst

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liveforjeongin · 4 months

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this is my first time asking because I really like your writing, can I request lee Changbin.? It doesn’t matter who the Ler is, and go crazy with the prompts..I just need him, desperately. Thank you so much for doing what you do and have a great day ahead!

Just A Light Poke

I literally love you I LOVE lee!Changbin

I chose some prompts also, cuz I honestly didn't know what to write, but reading the prompts gave me some inspiration so I decided using some of them, I hope that's fine

And you're so sweet anon, thank youuu

Also thanks for the request<33

-tickle fic, if you don't like that you can keep scrolling

lee!Changbin ler!Jeongin

requested by: anon

warnings: threatens against the shoes (lol😭), raspberries, nibbles, swearing, kinda long

Prompt 23, list #1: “I thought that you said you weren’t ticklish.”

Prompt 36, list #1: “I didn’t tell you to stop…”

Prompt 47, list #1: “I think that i like this. Can you do it some more?”

Prompt 99, list #1: “You almost never swear! This must be a lot for you!”

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Skz had been on schedule the whole day. On interviews, recording some content for Stay, just like some episodes of 2Kids Show, and also practicing for the upcoming presentations on music awards there are between December and January.

The members, were tired but also happy and proud of themselves for how this era was doing, but one member, Changbin, woke up with extreme energy that day.

Changbin was being extremely loud and clingy, more than usual, especially with Jeongin, always hugging him and chasing him for hugs or to ask him for kisses (which are never given).

Jeongin normally wouldn't care, and actually, wasn't caring at the moment. He knows how Changbin is, and he might seem bothered by that, but he's actually not. In fact, Jeongin also woke up in a good, playful mood that day, so we can say their energies where matching together and they were having fun in between all the tiring things the were having to do across the day.

While they were playfully fooling around after and interview, Jeongin poked Changbin's side. It was a light poke, Jeongin didn't even think when he did it, but Changbin practically jumped at it. Jeongin just giggled a bit and decided to not think much about it.

But... How many times had Changbin wreck him after seeing his extremely ticklish reaction to the lightest touch? This was the perfect opportunity to get him back. So the maknae just kept that information for later, he was really going to destroy that guy...

Some hours later, it was already 9pm, the members were extremely tired, excepting for Changbin, who somehow kept some energy, so it was sure the members in the 3racha+Hyunjin dorm weren't going to sleep soon. Maybe our baby bread could help them with that...

It was a surprise for the whole group when Jeongin asked Chan if he could to go with them to their dorm, and he'd go to his later. It's not like Jeongin didn't like visit his hyungs from the other dorm, it's just that... Well, he wasn't likely to go after a long work day.

And definitely not at 9pm.

But 3racha and Hyunjin were happy to be visited by their maknae, despite the hour, so they accepted.

After being threatened by Minho about selling all his shoes if he wasn't at their dorm before 10:30pm, Jeongin entered the car where 3racha+Hyunjin were, and they went to their dorm.

Once in the 3racha+Hyunjin dorm, Jeongin sat on a living room's couch with Chan. They were going to see a movie cuz there was actually nothing much to do, while Changbin, Jisung and Hyunjin went each one to their own room.

Around minute 20, Jeongin decided to go complete his mission before the dwaekki fell asleep, so he confessed his plan to Chan, who understoond perfectly and paused the movie so the youngest wouldn't miss anything.

Jeongin stood up and walked towards Changbin's room "Hyung? You still awake?" He asked, making sure to not be too loud in case he was already asleep.

"Yup. Come in, Innie" Changbin said from the other side of the door.

Jeongin entered the older's room, closing the door behind him and sitting down next to him in his bed "What you doing, hyung?" He asked innocently, as if he waren't about to tickle the shit out of him.

Changbin was happy to have a time with his youngest, after all, he appreciated the members a lot and was happy when they were the ones looking for him, it felt good.

"Just scrolling through Instagram. Nothing new or interesting. What about you? Weren't you watching a movie with Chan hyung?"

"Oh, yes, but... You'll see, I've been thinking about something the whole day and now I need to do it, could you let me?" Jeongin asked, with that cute and infallible smile of his.

"Let you do... Exactly what?" The dwaekki asked, raising an eyebrow, now finding the youngest's behavior non usual from him.

"Can I tickle you, hyung? I won't be too mean, really"

Changbin was surprised and flustered by the maknae's question, he was expecting everything but that "T-Tickle me? Are you serious? Pfft, I'm... Not even ticklish, so it would be in vain if you tried. Sorry to disappoint you, baby bread" The older rushed to reply, the nervousness evident in his voice and a light pink blush spreading over his cheeks.

"If you're not ticklish then you wouldn't mind if I test it myself, right?" Jeongin grinned at the older, knowing he will win this fight

"U-Uhhhh... I-I..."

Without letting him say another word, Jeongin jumped over the rapper and sat on his thighs, also keeping his arms above his head.

It was so unexpected that Changbin couldn't even fight back, and at the moment he realized everything, he was already pinned down by the youngest.

Jeongin didn't lose any more time and immediately started squeezing the older's side, provoking loud, cute giggles out of him, and attempts of squirming, that failed since Jeongin had him immobilized.

"Oh? What's that, hyung? I thought you said you weren't ticklish" Innie teased, with a grin on his face.

"Shuhuhuhuhut up, Jeongihihihin!" Changbin blushed at the youngest's teases

Jeongin gasped dramatically "How dare you say such rude things to your dongsaeng, hyung? Channie hyung have told you multiple times that you have to respect your youngers!" The maknae went wild on Changbin's ribs, his worst spot from far

"N-NohohOHOHOHOHO INNIHIHIHIHIHIE! WAHAHAHAHAIT! INNIE, INNIHIHIHIE IT TICKLES SO MUHUHUHUHUCH. I CAN'T TAKE IHIHIHIHIT!"

After a few more seconds torturing the older, Jeongin stopped and got off of his hyung, leaving Changbin all blushed and breathing hard.

"I didn't tell you to stop..." Changbin said as turned his face to face (lol😭) Innie.

Jeongin looked at the dwaekki, a bit surprised at his words "What do you mean?" Asked, just to make sure he understood right.

"I mean that... I think that I like this. Can you do it some more?" Changbin asked shyly

Jeongin could only smile at the older's request, not having expected that, but finding it extremely cute, so sat back on Changbin thighs and started squeezing his hips, making him go crazy.

"WaHAHAHAHAIT JEONGIN, THAT'S BAHAHAHHAHAHAD! THAT'S REALLY BAHAHAHHAHAHAD!"

"Awwwww, you like this, hyungie?"

Changbin could barely talk, so answered as he could, not thinking twice before doing it "HAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAA YEHEHEHEHEHES, YEHEHEHEHHEHEHES!"

Jeongin smiled and lifted up the older's shirt, and without any warning, blew a raspberry close to his side, making Changbin kick his legs and move his head like crazy, while did his best to push Jeongin's head out of his belly, failing even though he's so strong, but strong people also become weak when tickled. Understand him.

"FUHUHUHUHUHUCK! FUCK, JEONGIHIHIHIHIN, THAT'S TOO BAHAHAHAD! THAT'S BAD, IT'S BAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAD, IT'S REALLY BAHAHAHHAD"

Jeongin giggled on the dwaekki's belly "You almost never swear! This must be a lot for you!" And then proceeded to nibble all over the other guy's midsection while scribbling his ribs, which drove the older totally insane.

"NOHOHOHOHOHOHO, JEONGIHIHIHIHIN! JEONGIN, FUHUHUHUHUCK, THIS IS TOO BAD! IT'S TOO BAD, I CAN'T TAKE IHIHIHIHIT! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA JEONGIN, JEONGIN STOP, STOP PLEHEHEHEHEASE!"

Jeongin finally stopped, getting off of his hyung for the second time, and stroking his hair a bit, as an aftercare.

"Was that too much, hyungie?" The younger asked softly, to what the older shook his head and blushed while answering "It was great, thank you, Innie"

Changbin then gave a small but tight hug to his dongsaeng, as another way of thanking him. Jeongin, even though he wasn't a great fan of skinship, accepted the hug with a slight smile, and even hugged Binnie back.

After pulling away from the hug, Binnie stared a the ceiling for some seconds, and then spoke up again "What time did Lee Know hyung said you had to be home or else he'd sell all your shoes?"

"SHIT, YOU'RE RIGHT" Jeongin quickly checked the hour: 10:23pm. He could make it to the dorm in seven minutes, right? He hoped so, or his shoes were going to pay the consequences.

Innie stood up from Changbin's bed in a rush, yelling a "Good night Changbin, Han, and Hyunjin hyungs" while running all over the dorm. Then arrived the living room and let a tired from running "Good night Channie hyung" out. Chan couldn't help but giggle at the youngest's hurry, but replied with a "Good night for you too Innie, and you better run cuz it's already 10:25", which only made the maknae even more worried, so he ran out of the dorm towards his, which fortunately was just a few streets away.

Changbin, meanwhile, was still staring at the ceiling, replaying the scene of Innie absolutely wrecking the total shit out of him. Damn, that felt so good and liberating.... Maybe he could ask him for more one day...

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AHHIE'S BACK AGAIN, HELLO😻

And I'm back with my long fics with an even longer introduction, this feels more me than ever

I love lee!Changbin so this was really fun and cute to write

I hope you guys like it, and lmk if you prefer long or short fics the most, I'm still having a crisis with that

Also, heavily thinking on doing a taglist for all of my fics, what do you think????

And please tell me you get the shoes thing I couldn't think of anything better but I really liked it😭 (Heavily thinking on writing a drabble or an os with that, help)

Anyway-

#skz tickle #kpop tickle #stray kids tickle #tickle #tickle content #ahhie's blog

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boydepartment · 8 months

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Why Couldn’t I Be- Jake Sim x Gn! Reader

a/n: hi guys i got really sad again and disappeared for 3 days. my bad ☺️

MASTERLIST

warnings- the reader is just kinda meh and here comes jake being insane ig??? also lowercase intended

wc- maybe like 500 words?? i’m writing this on my phone while my friends asleep next to me so lolz

taking a couple days off from everything and writing yourself off as “fine” to all your friends was a dumb move. because next thing you knew you were at your parents house in your childhood bedroom wondering what on earth you were even doing with your life. spending part of your summer at home was smart but it still didn’t stop the scary future thoughts from envading your brain.

you shivered at the thought of another existential crisis, you had too many of those this week and the next thing you needed was another reason to freak yourself out.

you got shaken out of your thoughts when you got a call, without even looking you answered it.

“did you finally pick up or is this your stupid joke voicemail?”

“it’s me…” you said softly. your voice tired from all the tears earlier.

“oh… i didn’t think you’d actually- well-“ jake was stumbling over his words and it confused you really badly.

“what..?” you asked, trying to rub your eyes .

“i’m outside.”

“you’re what.” frantically you stood up and looked out the window. low and behold there was jake sim waving at you from the driveway.

“you can’t be here someone is literally going to see you and then my ugly face is going to be all over dispatch!” you rushed over to the door as you watched him walk up to your house.

the next thing you knew you heard a knock, swinging open the door you pulled jake into your home.

“what are you doing here.” you demanded and shut the door behind him.

“you haven’t answered any of my calls. you usually do. so i showed up.” jake shrugged like it was the most simple thing in the world.

“you can’t just leave your abode in your little company world. i don’t want to be all over dispatch i already feel ugly enough!” you were pacing back and forth at this point. jake look confused and he stopped you.

you looked up at him and he started speaking, “what do you mean you feel ugly?”

“i- jake seriously this isn’t important…” you turned away from him and walked to your couch. you laid face down.

after a few seconds you felt a hand on your back, softly rubbing your back, “it is important. you said you were fine and you clearly aren’t.”

“it’s been a couple day-“

“it’s been a week.” jake said in a matter of fact tone. you looked up at him.

“you’re making my sad episode an ‘i told you so’ conversation..?” you asked.

jake shrugged, “okay and? you’re laughing.”

“oh! y/n i’m sorry i didn’t know you had your boyfriend over-“ your mom walked in after getting groceries.

“he’s no-“

“oh! miss l/n! sorry for the intrusion.” jake stood up and looked at your mom. quickly walking over and assisting her with whatever groceries.

your mom let him help, “it’s alright!”

“y/n just went off the radar for a bit so i got worried. as any boyfriend would.” he side eyed you before smiling to your mom.

what the hell was he on about? and why was this so amusing to him?

you shrugged and walked up to your room, if he had energy to talk to people then that’s good for him. but as for you, you were going to lay back down in your bed.

before you could get up the stairs all the way you heard someone running up the stairs, you turned around and saw jake practically sprinting up. almost instantly you started laughing and running too. you tried to turn the corner to get to your room but almost slipped and ran into the railing.

you fell to your knees, jake knelt by you laughing as well. you ended up falling over giggling and looking up at him.

“why did you lie to my mom?” you asked between giggles. he looked down at you.

“i didn’t lie. i never said we were dating. i said any boyfriend would be worried.” jake sat down fully next to you. you both sat in the loft in silence.

“do you want to talk about it?” he finally spoke up. you looked at him and sat up. he started to play with your hoodie strings.

taking a deep breath you shrugged, “i honestly don’t know what’s wrong. i’m always scared for the future so that’s normal, i’m always paranoid that’s normal, i don’t know i just feel like something’s wrong with me.”

jake tried to fix your hair as you talked, as it was sticking in all different directions, “sometimes that’ll happen… the only thing you can do is try to focus on other things. and not shut people out.” he lightly flicked your forehead. you shoved him lightly and rubbed where he flicked.

“i didn’t want you to deal with me like this.”

jake huffed, “i’m supposed to.”

“no you have a job. you’re supposed to do that and be cool and know what you want to do with your life.” you laid back down. this time he laid down next to you.

“it’s okay for you to not know…” he mumbled, “even if i know what i want to do right now, who knows what i’m gonna be doing in 10 years.”

you looked at him, he was just staring at the fan circulate on the ceiling, “you’re probably going to be like a rocket scientist or something.”

his brows furrowed and he looked at you laughing, “you overestimate me.”

“yeah, whatever rocket you build would blow up- you’re right.”

jake sat up now, “i could build a rocket!” now making the conversation a competition, “i’m supposed to be your boyfriend! you should be uplifting me!”

“yeah that’s what my mom thinks now. thanks to you.” you sat up and flicked his forehead this time.

“why couldn’t i be?” jake mumbled, you didn’t hear him though.

maybe another day you would, but as for right now, jake was content enough with distracting you from whatever was going on in your head.

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xo-lesserafim · 10 months

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FALLING FOR YOUR SMILE AND EYES

EPISODE 4. TGIF

authors note: Thank you to everyone who liked my post, since we made it to 50 likes<3. Anyways, enjoy episode 4

Bold: Korean

Italics: Over the phone

Both: Korean and over the phone

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“Minho! I actually didnt think you would call Campus Police! Plus why didn’t you call it or on me?” I asked “Because I told you, I wouldn’t call it on you, I didn’t say I wouldn’t call it on Kitty.” Minho replied. “UGH! Now I’m gonna be the only girl, thanks a lot Minnie Mouse.” “Welcome pup.”

It was time for Literature, I was sitting by Kitty when she fell asleep. “Kitty! Wake up.” I whispered. “Huh? Did something happened.” “No, but are you okay?” “No, but I’ll tell you after class, promise.” “Alright.”

“So, what’s going on?” I asked. “My new roommate sucks, she’s always gaming, and I can’t sleep or study.” “Oh my, that sucks. let’s go talk with Professor Finnerty.” “Professor Finnerty?” Kitty asked.

“Hi Kitty and Andrea. What the problem?” He asked. “Please you have to help me” Kitty pleads. “I understand that the living situation may be a little bit difficult.” “Professor Finnerty, have you ever seen a Jenga Tower of pizza boxes? Have you ever smelled a Jenga tower of pizza boxes?” Kitty asked. “Actually-“ He says before he’s cut of. “You’re our resident advisor. Isn’t there anything you can do?” Kitty asked. “Sorry, Kitty, but the girls’ dorm is full.” “I can’t sleep. I can’t study. I can’t get the mozzarella out of the carpet. And I’m gonna fail all of my classes.” Kitty says. “There’s always the library. I believe you can make it work. You’ve already survived your first week of junior year.” The school bell rings. “ I’m here if you need me. And let’s look on the bright side. This whole living situation, it could be a lot worse.” “How?” Kitty asked. “Could be blue cheese.”

TIME SKIP: AFTER SCHOOL

As Kitty, Q, and I were watching a Korean film, “I dont know.” Kitty said. “It’s a lot of bulging eyes and rotting flesh.” I said. “Drea, what? This is a classic” Q said. “You know who you should be watching this with?” Kitty asked. “Florian.” We both said. “You guys are vibing!” “I don’t know. I mean, I’ve been with plenty of guys before… but I’ve never liked anyone this much. It’s making me nervous.” Q said. “I have an idea. What if we got a group together tomorrow for a binge party?” I said. “We can invite Florian, he’ll love and get hooked on the show, and you, and start watching more episodes, with fewer people, at night time.” Kitty said. “Just take it at one step at a time.” “Yea. Right. Like how you flew across the world for Dae without telling him.” Q said. “Hey, if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have met you.” Kitty said. “Yea, same.” I said. “Plus we wouldn’t have discovered that we have a half-sibling somewhere in Korea.” “You got me there.” Q said. “ What sucks is that I can’t tell Dae anyone of this, because Yuri is always around. I miss my bestfriend.” Kitty said. “Excuse you?” I said jokingly. “After you, you’ll always be my bestfriend.” Kitty said. “Well, I might know one place Dae will be that Yuri definitely wont.” Q said. “Nature. That girl is not outdoorsy, and you guys are talking to the president of KISS’s outdoors club. First hike is tomorrow.”

“All right people, welcome to KISS’s outdoors club. First rule of Outdoor, please talk about Outdoors Club. That would be quite, no very helpful because we did lose a few members this summer. All right, let’s get started with some stretches.” Q said. I saw Dae come up to talk to Kitty, so I gave them space. Then Yuri came. How many more people are gonna magically come? Then I heard the one voice i never wanna hear. “All right, who’s ready to go on a hike?”

MINHO’S POV

“All right, who’s ready to go on a hike?” I asked. “Min Ho! What are you doing here?” Dae asked. “What!? I can’t hang out with my best friends?” I said. And I also happened to see Andrea. Those gorgeous golden-brown eyes are just so… Wait why an I thinking about her. “Min ho?” Andrea asked. “What?” “Why are even here? I thought Minnie Mouse doesn’t hike?” “Just shut up, Pup.” “Whatever.” “Make sure you guys stay hydrated. I hope you guys used the bathrooms because there are none.” Q said.

ANDREA(Y/N’s) POV

“Andrea.” Min ho said. “What?” “Stop for a second, your shoes are untied.” Minho ties my lace as he said that. “I could have perfectly tied themselves, but thank you.” I said running to catch up to Kitty. But the smirk he gave was so cute, wait… am I think about MIN HO? Gosh, someone help me. I was able to catch up to Kitty at-least. But she was in a race with Yuri. “KITTY WATCH UP.” I yelled. I have never ran as fast I as did, but I beat them somehow. “ I won, you guys both suck.” I said. When Kitty,Dae , and Yuri were up that, Kitty had taken a photo of Yuri and Dae. “Kitty! The baby bracelet has the same symbol as the one in the photo. Come on, let’s go!” I said as me and Kitty ran to the hospital.

As Kitty and I ran through the crowd of people to the hospital, we finally made it. “Hello.” The receptionist said.” “Hello. We’re looking for a information on somebody who was a patient here.” I said. “A current patient?” “No. In 1993.” “Sorry, all past records are strictly confidential.” “Okay, thank you.” I said bowing. “Kitty, all past records are strictly confidential.” I said whispering “Wait what? Really? Wait, I have a good idea.”

As we brought flowers to the maternity ward to cover our faces, Their was a women who had a pass to get into the record room. I had a great idea. “Excuse me ma’am. These flowers are from him.” I said. “Oh, my he likes me!” The women said. “Come on, Kitty.” I whispered. “Let’s go.”

As we sneaked into the records room, Kitty got to the computer, it was in korean. “Let it to me Kitty.” I said. “Found it!” I said. I searches up Eve Song. “Oh my gosh.” I said. “ We have a brother.” “Oh shoot the door opened. “Security!” A man said as security guards came running in. “Do we get a phone call?” Kitty said. Oh my gosh, Kitty.

When we got out, “Thank you so much for saving us at the hospital.” I said. “What were you guys even doing in there.” Professor Finnerty asked. “It’s a ling story.” Kitty said. “Well lucky I was there to sweet-talk the guards.” “Yes, but your Korean could work a bit.” I said. “And, your Korean was almost bad as mine.” Kitty said. “Hey, don’t judge. You’ve had a head start.” “A head start?” Kitty asked. “Well, one of your parents is Korean, right?” He asked. “Mine are both white.” “Really?” I asked. “Yeah, I’m adopted.” “Oh” Kitty said. “Cool.” “Yeah, it is pretty cool. I was adopted by some amazing people.” He said. “Have you every met your birth parents?” I asked. “No.” “ Are you curious? I feel like I would be curious .”I said. “ You certainly are very curious person.” “Have you always known you were adopted?” Kitty asked. “Uh, yeah. It was kind of obvious.” “Right. Duh.” Kitty said. “Do you ever see people on the street and think,like, “Oh my gosh, that person has the same shapes ears as me, maybe they’re my mom, or they could be my dad, or we could have the same ear shape?” I said. “We kinda do, huh.” “You ask a lot of questions, and I’m not an ear expert.” “Wait, Kitty, he was adopted my Australians.” I said. “Adopted by Australians. Twenty-nine-ish. When’s your birthday?” Kitty asked. “I think it’s gonna rain soon. Uh, we should hurry. I think the subway’s this way, Yup.” He said “Okay,” I said. “I think we found out who our half-brother could be.”

“Is Q here? I have 8 minutes until curfew.” Kitty said. “Yeah, in his room.” Okay, thanks, come on Drea.” Kitty said. “All right.” “Come in, “Q said. “And when were at the the hospital, look at we found.” I said as Kitty was showing him a photo. “Adopted by Australian parents, just like Professor Finnerty, and born around the same time.” Kitty said. “ He could totally be our half- brother.” I said. “Okay, what?” Q said. “ The facts add up.” Kitty said. “ I don’t you guys, This could be a huge coincidence. I mean, a lot it Korean Kids are adopted by Australians.” Q said. “But why else would he be at KISS? He probably looking for answers ” I said. “Answers we can find together as brother and sisters.” “Whoa. I think you need a little bit more bit evidence. I mean you guys will be dropping a lot of information on him, including the fact that his birth mom is, well not alive. “Yea, you may be right. But I just get the feeling that our mom kept the bracelet for a reason. I think she wanted to find the baby one day.” Kitty said.

As Min ho and Dae knocked on the door, “We need to show you something.” Dae said. “What?” I thought. “What?” Kitty said. “What the fuck is this?” I asked. “My roommate put on some weird website as I was sleeping?” Kitty said. “My gosh.” “I don’t see the appeal.” Min ho said. “Yea, totally as if you weren’t the one to call Campus Police.” I said in my head. “Yet, you found the site.” Q said. “Kitty, you should move.” Dae said. “You can’t live with that girl anymore.” “ Yea, I kind of agree with Dae. This is kind of sketchy.” Q said. “ I tries to move, but there are no other rooms available.” Kitty said. “Uhh, how about a hotel? My driver could take you right now,” Min ho said. “Cant afford that for an entire semester.” Kitty said. “I sure Dae could hook you up with a discount at Hans Hotel.” Min ho said. “Shut up Min ho.” Kitty said. “Move back in with us!” I said. “What! No, I called Campus Police for a reason.” Min ho said. “Whatever.” I replied. “Yea that could work.” Dae and Q said. “She can bunk with Drea and I, and Dae and Min ho will bunk.” Q said. “Yea!” I said. “Let the moving begin tomorrow!”

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quodekash · 6 months

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OKAYOKAYOKAYOKAYOKAYOKAYOKAY EPISODE 9 ITS TIME FOR EPISODE 9 LETS GOOOO

look, I knew they were rich, I just didnt realise HOW rich they were

OML NO WAY HE PULLED THE SUGAR DADDY CARD

AND SAILOM'S GOING ALONG WITH IT HOLY FRICK NUGGETS THIS IS HILARIOUS

guys you dont need that much food for two people, you're gonna be sick if you eat that much

AAAAAAAA THE SWINGS SCENE IS COMING

IVE BEEN ANTICIPATING THE SWINGS SCENE FOR WHAT FEELS LIKE MONTHS (but in reality is probably only like. a little over one month.)

HES SO WORRIED ABOUT HIS NONGGG

NO IM GONNA CRY

HE SAID HE WOULD LITERALLY DIE FOR SAILOM AND NOW SAILOM'S GONE MISSING

oh you bastard

this is worse than all the previous times

also: I wonder why this has happened several times before

maybe think about that for a bit

maybe actually TALK TO and CONNECT WITH your son for once rather than assuming you know him when you literally dont know ANYTHING about your OWN FREAKING SON

fhedsfhsdfdsfjsdhgjsdhgjfdhbjvdfhkgvber I love them so much

I CANT TAKE IT, THE SUGAR DADDY/BABY STUFF IS TOO FUNNY TO ME

bro fell asleep that quickly? we sure he didn't actually die on the spot?

GUYNAWATIMEGUYNAWATIMEGUYNAWATIMEGUYNAWATIMEGUYNAWATIMEAAAAAGPUIEWHSDGIOPEHSDOB

"its your friend" "its your friend" "its your friend" "its your friend" they're both so stupid and I love them

HE BOUGHT THE KIDS A NEW BALL THATS SO SWEET HOLY CHEESE CURDS IM GONNA CRY

KANG WITH CHILDREN IS SOMETHING I DIDNT KNOW I NEEDED

THIS IS SO PURE AND WHOLESOME AND LOVELY ITS TOO MUCH FOR MY SAD LITTLE HEART

THE CANS ARE SO BIG IN THEIR TINY LITTLE HANDS WHAT THE HELL

one of my favourite things is how aware kang is of sailom's ticklishness

he noticed it when he kissed sailom on the cheek for the first time

he always giggles and moves his head away slightly, and kang notices that and takes advantage of that by KISSING HIS BOYFRIEND ON THE CHEEK AND GIVING HIM AS MANY SNIFF-KISSES AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE WHENEVER HE POSSIBLY CAN because he thinks its cute

its so adorable and I love them

HES SO SILLYYYYYYYYYY

this kid in the yellow is my favourite

THE WAY HE DELIVERS HIS LINES

THE KID'S VOICE

IT'S ADORABLE

I dont think I have maternal or paternal instincts. I do not like kids, nor do I want to have children like ever.

HOWEVER. sometimes I wonder if maybe I do have parental instincts. this is one of those times.

another one of those times was with jigsaw in os2 of vice versa, you literally can't walk away from vvs os without COMPLETELY adoring jigsaw with your entire soul

WHY IS HE SO ADORABLE

THIS FREAKING CHILD

this kid is suddenly more important to me than my own life

protect this kid. let him be happy and then to grow all rich and famous, so that he can follow in the footsteps of the kind wealthy strangers who bought soccer materials for him and his friends so they could have even more fun

oh honey

im sorry, but no

unfortunately thats not how the world works

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

PLEASE PUT GUYNAWA IN THE SAME ROOM COACH, PLEASE

YEEEESS

YES

YES YES YES YES YES

THEIR RELATIONSHIP IS GOING TO PROGRESS FURTHER THIS EPISODE, I KNOW ITTTTT

im holding out hope for a guynawa kiss this episode but its probably not likely

bRO

AND WITH THAT EXPRESSION? sailom there's no hope for you buddy, im sorry, you're gonna be having a bath with him

sailom's face, I can't

hes so

OML PFFT

SORRY I KNOW ITS LIKE A SERIOUS SCENE OR WHATEVER BUT LIKE-

ITS SO FUNNY TO ME FOR NO REASON

anyway, my 30 images have been used up, time for a second post

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evita-shelby · 4 months

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Love's a State of Mind

Chapter 6

Cw: angst, sex, feelings

Taglist: @thegreatdragonfruta

Yes i did use the smuff-mas one-shot to make up the last part of the chapter lol

Feliz Navidad y'all

Every day begins and ends the same for the next week.

He calls in the morning to check up on her, the moment he leaves his office ---doing the work he would have done in Sydney--- he comes to spend the rest of the day with her and leaves, very reluctantly, at the end of the day.

They talk, he tells her about his day and both fight the urge to be more than friends like madmen.

It all changes the night before her procedure. They watch her comfort telenovela on the sofa that’s more comfortable to lay on than sit on, and she leans on his shoulder leading to him wrapping his arm around her, before the episode even ends they’re spooning as of nothing had ever changed between them.

“I should go, you need all the sleep you can get for tomorrow.” He said gently prying her off him before they do something they’ll regret.

Eva would usually agree and see him to the door where they’d stand there both secretly wishing for a kiss goodbye like before.

“Could you stay with me. Just for tonight?” she finds herself hating how vulnerable she sounds. Even worse she’s turning to look at him as she speaks and feels pathetic because he can see exactly why she wants him to stay.

But she’s scared, and she wants him and there was nothing more comforting in the world than him holding her as he does now.

“Yeah, if you want me to.” Robert agrees and adjusts himself as Eva buried her face in his chest. He’s stripped off his button-down shirt and despite the slight discomfort of his buckle and trousers, being like this felt like heaven.

“We could find the best in their field if you want.” He suggested and she shook her head. Robert tucked her under his chin and stroked her hair understanding exactly what she was afraid of.

“This one’s the best in California. It’s a stupid worry, I know.” She murmured into his chest. “Impossible for them to fuck up something they do so often.”

“Said the same thing when I had knee surgery, I think.” Rob points out, reminding her of how nervous he’d been after reading up all he could on the procedure and several horror stories of people who didn’t recover from it. “We should sleep, we, you, sorry, have long day tomorrow.”

It had been a bad idea.

In a moment of vulnerability, Eva had asked him to stay with her and he had.

Robert had offered to stay in the guest room or sleep on the floor, but Eva had shaken her head and asked him to sleep with her.

There was too much history between them for this to work. He couldn’t forget her no matter how much he tried, and she couldn’t move on because their last night together resulted in the worst-case scenario.

Had anyone told him he’d be here holding her because they’d have to see a doctor for an embryo that didn’t form, Robert would’ve siced security on them.

But here he was holding his ex-girlfriend who used him to keep her company above the water because tomorrow they’ll pretend nothing ever happened and go their separate ways.

“I was wondering where my pajamas went.” The Fischer Morrow heir comments as tried his best to remember they were over and the sex they had last week was merely a fluke.

“I had intended to give them back, but then I remembered you still have some of my panties and I thought they were worth about the same, in sentimental value at least.” The dark-haired woman moved slightly as she got comfortable, and he pretends he’s fine when her ass brushed against his dick.

“Sorry.” She said before moving away to prevent it from happening again, but it would once Eva fell asleep.

“Don’t apologize, remember when I was high on painkillers after my surgery?” Rob would be lying if he didn’t miss all those times they’d cuddle and end up fucking because the accidental stimulation was enough to drive him fucking insane.

So many times where she’d rub against him ---on purpose as well as in her sleep--- and he’d be waking up rock hard and wanting nothing more than to fuck her good morning.

But they can’t do that, because after tomorrow it is over for good.

Or so they’ve been telling themselves this past week.

“Oh, how could I? You were like a very horny puppy most of the week.” She answered bemused. She’d been on edge all evening, terrified about tomorrow even if the procedure was rather simple and the doctor the best in California. “Slept on my tits because you said your pillows were lumpy.”

It was good for her to regain her usual good humor. Even if it drudge up memories that had the both of them wanting to regain what they lost.

He wanted to, but he had agreed to her terms because he didn’t want to push. She’d used him and she didn’t feel worthy of him, and Robert has disappointed his father enough to know he’s a fucking dumbass when comes to love.

His father would never forgive Eva for making a fool out of his son, but Robert was never on the same page as his dear old man.

“Please, those six weeks without sex was a nightmare for you too, Evie.” Robert pointed out and fought the urge to rut against it like a horny teenager.

“I missed you.” Evie admits and does something worse than grinding against him, she seeks out his hand and holds it like she used to do when she was troubled.

“I missed you too.” Robert admits as he interlaced his fingers with hers and held her tightly.

“I know I said I didn’t want us to give us another try, but ---” she stops herself fighting with the proud part of her that thinks she knows what’s best for the both of them.

“A do over would be nice. Once you’re recovered, if you need time to come around to it.” He didn’t let her change her mind and once again considered not going to Sydney this week.

He didn’t need to think about it, he’s had plenty of time this week. Robert had wanted his pound of flesh that day at her office, but then he ended up looking forward to seeing her each evening. Even as ‘friends’ he couldn’t imagine a better person to share his life with.

“No dream sharing this time.” Eva sets a new boundary; one he doesn’t pretend to agree with…for now.

“Agreed.”

This time he is the one rubbing his growing erection against her ass and this time they don’t stop doing it. Between her presence and knowing there’s still hope for them, Robert can’t seem to get himself under control.

Never been good at self-control, anyways.

“Doctor didn’t say anything about not having sex before the procedure, you know.” She supplies as a sigh escapes her lips.

“We don’t have to do it, Evie.” He protests half embarrassed at their predicament. The other half of him is letting his ex-girlfriend ---or just girlfriend since its inevitable that they’ll be getting back together by morning--- take his hand under her shirt and very obediently playing with her tits.

That time last week in the dining room had been a frantic fuck, of thinking that just one last time would be enough. Right now, it was knowing that desire won’t go away and why the should they deny themselves something they desperately needed.

“What I wanted you to fuck me, Robert?” such a crude question she said as he slid his free hand past the waistband of her sleeping shorts. “What if I told you the mere knowledge of feeling you like this has me thinking about all those times we fucked until I couldn’t remember my own name?”

And she wasn’t lying, her pussy was wet and hot as his fingers toyed with it.

“Then I’d say your wish is my command.” His father was right in being disappointed with him, Robert could never live without Eva and this week had only proven it.

Robert’s hand leaves her chest and with ease he freed his aching cock from its confines as he entered her from behind with a groan.

No woman had been able to satisfy him like she did, and now he knows no one ever will.

He rocks against her, takes his time seeking ti make the night last as long as possible. Knowing Eva she may change her mind by the time the sun rose.

But for tonight, he is hers, she is his and nothing exists beyond the moment.

“Did you try to forget me like I did?” he asks thinking how she’d pretended not to care that his latest conquest had kept calling last week.

“No, didn’t want to.” She shook her head as he reminded her no other person could ever make feel like this.

They were made for each other, if such a thing existed. As if they had always been lifetimes ago.

He didn’t believe in soulmates, but she did.

“Then why fight it, why push me away, Evie?” he asks and clenched beautifully around his cock and Robert thanked his lucky stars there was no need for caution tonight.

“I don’t want to hurt you again.” The brunette answered as she lost herself to the pleasure.

As much as he wanted to make it last, it isn’t long before he takes her over the edge with him.

He hasn’t let go of her, not yet. “You won’t hurt me, I’m not as fragile as you think, sweetheart.”

#eva smith riley #robert fischer x oc #robert fischer smut #eva x robert #love's a state of mind fic

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harukadrawsthings · 1 year

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Japan (and many international viewers who watch the original audio) has just seen the end of an era that lasted a quarter of a century. I haven't watched the episode yet as I'm awaiting the release of the English subtitles tonight from the team responsible for the translation but I have no doubt I'll need a lot of tissues. But since the outcome is already known in the land of the rising sun I've decided to reveal my art tribute to Ash and Pikachu in T-Shirt format that I've been preparing for at least a month but was reserving it for today!

I vividly remember the moment when the Pokémon series premiered in Portugal in October 1999, when I was still at primary school, and introduced us to an ambitious 10 year old boy who fell asleep on the 1st day of his journey in pursuit of a dream and who at first did not get along well with his electric mouse partner. There wasn't a single child or teenager at that time that would be indifferent and wouldn't talk about that universe inhabited by hundreds of creatures with magical powers and how different that concept was in an animated series for that time (and in videogames too because there was also a rush to Nintendo's handheld consoles!).

I never imagined that 23 years later I would still be following this story of friendship and how remarkable the protagonist would be in my life after being with me almost the whole time. He was the one who introduced me to a franchise I'm a big fan of and that same exposure has influenced my artistic path. He decompressed me on the daily train journeys I had to make to college, making me laugh and go to class with determination and optimism. He has been my psychologist these past six years which have been particularly difficult for me and has been a major element in my emotional stability. I also owe thanks to Ash for several important life lessons he has given me along his journey by demonstrating his virtues such as kindness, honesty, helping and being tolerant of each other. I have very happy memories of waking up in the morning and watching his adventures on television before going to school, and of watching him in the evening on television in more recent years including the present time.

Portugal will still have Ash on the small screen until the end of this year and I will follow him to the end and wait for the local dubbing of the remaining episodes to be broadcast (and cry again with the disclosure of the Pokémon Ultimate Journeys and this special 11-episodes mini-series) and enjoy his company for a while longer. I will miss this duo that won my heart and of millions of viewers of several generations all over the world that we will certainly never forget and that their memory will be eternal. It was a privilege to watch this story as everything happened in the moment.

So this stamped illustration is a homage and a gesture of gratitude to one of the most influential and impactful characters ever in the history of Japanese animation and who leaves us a legacy that I hope future generations will come to know and recognise his cultural importance. You'll be forever a legend! 🧢⚡

Thank you, Ash Ketchum and Pikachu, and so long!

Do not repost. Do not modify. Always credit me!

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baby scarab || 43

@hutaos-gh0st - Omg wait if reader can’t swim and beach episode does that mean reader drowns and silly little shenanigans ensue

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anon - so what if in baby scarab, (probably) steven has the idea to go out swimming but y/n doesn’t actually no how to swim given the neglectful past but she agrees anyways cause she figures it’ll probably be fine until she somehow gets sucked into the deep end and one of the boys have to save her from like drowning

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anon - so what if in baby scarab, (probably) steven has the idea that they should all go swimming except y/n doesn’t actually know how to swim bc of like sad childhood neglect but she agrees and tries to keep it a secret until somehow she’s forced into the deep end and they have to save her then probably teach her how to swim in the sad little children’s pool (maybe they force a life jacket on her, who knows 🤷‍♀️)

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A/N : BEACH EPISODE

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : AND FOR THE MOMENT YOUVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR-

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, mentions of violence, fluff, let me know if i missed anything

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you’d waken up a whole hour earlier than you usually do.

even though you could barely sleep last night due to the excitement of marc, steven, and jake officially adopting you.

you still couldn’t believe that they really wanted you.

they chose you to be their kid.

so it definitely gave you full permission to balance anything and everything on marc’s forehead before he wakes up.

so far you’ve found half used post it notes, some more post it notes but in a different color, one of your empty medicine bottles, a bottle cap, some quarters, and now a couple pennies.

you were placing the last penny on top of the others, when marc’s finger twitches, making you freeze and stare down at him to see if he was waking up.

you didn’t hear his breathing quicken or his heartbeat pick up, so you took that as an okay to keep finding small objects to balance on the pennies.

“what are you doing, child?” khonshu asks as you quietly rummage through a drawer in the kitchen.

“trying to see what else i can balance on marc’s head” you whisper calmly, and he hums.

“did you try those mints?” he asks and you smile up at him, taking the container of mints and walking back to marc.

they were the icebreaker mints, maybe the size or smaller than a dime.

there are still about half a container left, so you could still have some fun at least trying to balance a bunch of mints on top of each other.

you carefully place the first one on top of the penny with a steady hand, looking down at marc to make sure he was still asleep.

“what do we do when he wakes up?” khonshu asks and you snort.

“run away” you smile, and he hums again.

“good luck then, child” he disappears, leaving you to hold your laughter in while balancing more mints on top of each other.

and it was at the fourth one that time seemed to move in slow motion.

one of the mints fell and you froze, preventing you from catching it.

it hit marc on the nose, making him jump up, all the objects falling down to his chest.

“what the hell- y/n!” he exclaims after you as you back up and run to your room, shutting the door and webbing it closed.

you hear marc sigh and get up to walk to the door, attempting to open it.

“y/n i’m not mad in the slightest but what the hell was that?” he asks from the other side of the door.

you chuckle and rip the webs off, opening the door only so you can stick your head out.

“i was seeing how many random items i could stack on your forehead before you woke up” you shortly explain, making marc crack a smile.

“did you see this on your tic tac?” steven asks and you snort.

“it’s tik tok- and no” you say and he hums in acknowledgment.

“so, kid” marc starts, so you open your door all the way to lean on the doorframe to listen better.

“layla and i talked last night, and we thought since it’s the middle of summer, we could all spend a day at the beach” he suggests and you feel yourself smile.

“that is if you can” he starts, and you tilt your head. “you know, because of.. your… just- you know” he stutters and you chuckle shortly.

“say it” you urge on, and marc makes a face.

“you know what i’m talking about, quit being mean” he whines.

“then say it”

“it’s your time of the month, okay?” he answers tensely, making you laugh, hanging onto the doorframe in support.

“yeah but-“

“leave the poor man alone, princesa” jake intervenes, and you snort.

“fine” you mutter, steven taking the silence to speak.

“so do you want to go?” he asks nervously and you make a face.

“of course i do, you really think i’ll say no?” you ask and you see him shake his head slowly in the reflection of the doorknob.

this makes you scoff lightly. “think positive, stevie” you smile down at the doorknob, then marc interrupts.

“okay, go get ready, i’ll come check on you in ten” he starts walking away when you call his name, making him turn back around.

you look down at the ground before looking back up at him. “i love you”

that makes him smile. “i love you too” he turns back around while you turn back to your room, going to get changed.

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marc didn’t tell you it was a half hour drive.

but it’s honestly whatever because you got to spend quality back seat time with layla.

she came over to the apartment first, then all of you left in the same car.

layla volunteered to sit in the back with you, leaving marc with jake and steven in the front.

sometimes khonshu would appear in the passenger seat and annoy marc while he was trying to drive.

you were wearing just a plain f/c swimsuit under a pair of shorts and a thin baggy sweater you found in marc’s closet.

you’re surprised he didn’t notice that you stole it from him.

i guess he’s just getting old.

layla was in the middle of showing you all her rings, and where she got them when the car stops, signaling that you’re at your destination.

you weren’t going to lie, you were nervous.

the thing is, you didn’t know how to swim.

and you haven’t told anyone because it’s embarrassing and weird for a teenager to not know how to swim.

but in your defense, you weren’t allowed to go anywhere as a kid, and nobody ever took you out anywhere.

so, it’s really not your fault.

when you would go to the beach by yourself, you would just sit on shore and let the water come to you rather than risk drowning.

“y/n y/n y/n- please put on sunscreen and drink water i don’t want you to get dehydrated” steven starts to rant as you all get out of the car, the bright sun beating down on you.

“let’s go set up” marc nods to the sandy area ahead.

it was packed sand and rocks where he parked, and closer to the water was loose sand.

it was just you guys there, so it must have been a spot him and layla found.

hopefully they didn’t fuck here too, or it would completely ruin it.

you must have been making a face, because marc elbowed you in the ribs as gently as he could.

“whatever you’re thinking, stop thinking it” he tells you, nudging you to walk a bit faster than you were.

layla had already sprinted towards the water, setting down her bags to go crouch down to feel it.

she stood up and came back to you and marc, who met her halfway and set all your stuff down next to hers.

“how is it?” marc asks, to which layla smiles wider.

“it’s perfect” she answers, taking her sweatshirt off to go run back in.

you chuckle and unzip your sweater, making marc gasp when he sees what you’re wearing.

“wait a damn minute- is that mine?” he asks, and you nod.

he gives you a look and shakes his head. “at least ask first”

“sorry” you mutter, and marc reaches a hand up to ruffle your hair.

“it’s alright, don’t beat yourself up” he smiles, and you take the sweater completely off.

over time since the spider bite, you’d noticed that you’d gotten toned compared to what you were before.

“woahhh when did you get ripped?” steven asks once he starts fronting and you feel your face turn red.

“ask the spider” you mumble, covering yourself with your arms.

steven of course was having none of that, and reached carefully to pull your arms away from yourself.

“don’t hide yourself, you’re with family” he starts. “and besides, i didn’t mean it in a bad way and i’m sorry if i-“

“no it’s okay, it’s just- i said that when i saw it too” you look back down.

“hey, let’s just try to have fun here, alright?” steven asks, letting go of your arms, and gesturing to the lake in front of you, layla running her hands throughout the water.

“yeah, alright” you say, and look nervously towards the lake.

“here goes nothing…” you mumble to yourself.

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it was already a couple of hours that had passed, and you still refused to go out past your shoulders.

marc was suspicious, and it didn’t cross anyones mind that you couldn’t swim.

“come on, it won’t be that bad” jake tried to convince you, holding a hand out as you shake your head.

“i can’t do it, i’m sorry” you tell him and he nods.

“don’t be sorry” he tells you, and you feel the waves start to get bigger and bigger.

you get a bit nervous and both layla and jake start guiding you a bit back to shore, and that was when a huge wave came and submerged you under the water.

it pulled you back and deeper, where you couldn’t touch the bottom, so you tried your hardest to get to the surface as your lungs started to burn.

you heard muffled yelling before you felt yourself being pulled up and out of the water, and basically dragged onto shore.

you were gasping for breath as jake checked over you, layla next to him doing the same and moving to hold your hand.

“what happened? are you okay?” she asks and you nod.

“i’m.. i’m alright” you say, and both of them nod, not seeing anything wrong other than your heavy breathing.

“listen, i probably should have told you guys this but…” you trail off after a minute, sitting up from the sand.

“..i can’t.. i can’t swim” you finish quietly, jake and layla exchanging glances before moving closer to you for comfort.

“you never learned to swim?” jake asks and you shake your head.

“nobody ever taught me. it’s not like i ever went to the beach as a kid”

“well you didn’t eat raspberries either”

“and that was a good thing, bone head” you raise an eyebrow at marc, layla sitting confused on what he had said.

“anyways, i didn’t think the waves would get that big” you shrug and layla sighs.

“you could’ve told us so that we could help you” she says and you look away from her.

“i know i just- it’s the most embarrassing thing about me” you tell her.

“no it’s not” marc says and you glare in jakes direction to get him to shut up.

“it’s not embarrassing, it’s not your fault” layla defends you and you smile at her.

“maybe if you want to go back in, we can try to teach you the basics” she smiles, making you do the same.

“yeah, i’d like that” you start. “thank you, mom” you mumble, making her smile impossibly wider.

“come on, sweetheart, let’s leave you father here to pout in the sand” layla pulls you up and leads you back to the water, leaving marc to front and gape at your backs as you leave him in the sand to pout.

“it’s alright mate, let them have their fun” steven starts. “and did you hear that? she called layla mom” he says happily.

“so do you” jake mumbles, making steven scoff.

“i do not you knob” he insults, making jake groan at him.

“girls girls, you’re both pretty now shut up” marc says, enjoying watching you and layla bond.

they watched layla teach you the basics on swimming with smiles on their faces.

your record was treading water for twenty three seconds.

overall, it went great.

not including when you almost drowned of course.

but overall great.

you were bonding with your mom, after all.

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A/N : sorry it’s late, i felt unmotivated and i had to work later than i thought. but hope you enjoy, and i’ll see you in three days with more!!

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