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anantaru · 10 months

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— calling him a petname for the first time

including kazuha, zhongli, kaveh, scaramouche x gn! reader

꒰ genre ꒱ — fluff, crack, very sweet n cute

— kazuha + "love"

"there you go."

kazuha proceeded slowly, carefully walking towards you with a cup of sakura bloom tea in his hand— although it was getting relatively hot around inazuma city, when the evenings shadow deepened into a blue and purple, a sudden cold breeze always pelted itself on your face.

you joyfully accept, pulling up the collar of your jacket to shelter your trembling body before taking the cup in your hand, "thank you love." and you certainly said your next sentence without thinking about anything and all.

in fairness, it tumbled out of you rather easily, but the following heat on your cheeks slammed you like a harsh blow when you realized.

"oh?"

kazuha makes himself comfortable next to you, and he looked absolutely beautiful when you face him directly— from the fierce humidity that had occurred earlier on, his upper garments were faintly plastered against his chest and showing a fine outline of his muscles, but the unexpected shade on his skin, the brilliant, blinding blush on his face was not the sun's fault, no, he cannot talk himself out of that one.

it's certain that while you were surprised by the sudden nickname bumbling past your tongue, he too found himself both dumbstruck and flustered by it, wondering why you never said anything like this before.

"I like the sound of that." he admits bluntly, both bracing yourself from a current of a cold breeze washing over your backs, bursting into the heat, his lowered eyebrows and squinted eyes illustrating a motion of both excitement and understanding.

"how should i call you?" oh, well, you didn't see that one coming, did you? but you laugh at his words, then realize he was actually being serious.

"however you want to." you lean close, resting your head against his shoulder as he slants against you as well, both fluttering your lashes open to watch how the sun still casted a faint yellow light through the sky, both awaiting the coldness of the night.

"I will think of something special."

he promises, because kazuha sees nothing but uniqueness and the extraordinary compassion you fueled him with, he's so desperately in love with you, he can barely manage to calm down his heightened breathing.

in his eyes, it's a sentiment not able to be characterized by words— that's how he'd personally describe it if he had to.

— zhongli + "darling"

black, deep branches that traced the blue black heavens overhead, cascading over the darkened night as zhongli finished the last couple tedious tasks he had left before being able to go home and most importantly— finally enclose you in his arms again.

but it was quite different this night, because in a sudden haste, he perceived the sound waves of footsteps nearby, undistinguished, progressively becoming louder until an unforeseen knock on his door.

"yes?"

the man adjusts his clothing before standing up, in pair with you voicelessly opening the door, yet with a smile, one zhongli had dreamed of all day long.

"hello darling." you joke around, being quick when you step towards a pair of open arms, welcoming you right away. "hello to you too."

as a matter of fact, there were a plethora of feelings being released right now, not from you, you were quite busy squishing your face into zhongli's chest, whereas he caught sudden wind of your welcoming words he, at first, didn't note as precisely as he should've.

at the same time, he was aware you were obviously joking around— which you would do more often than not but for some reason he found himself greatly enchanted by being called something else other than zhongli or morax— which, morax was a name you both agreed on not using anymore, despite his past being a pronounced part of him, he preferred to live a life with you, in the present and near future while leaving the past behind for good.

"darling."

in a trice, zhongli addresses you in the same way, but it sounds a little silly coming out of his mouth, maybe because of the certain manner of speaking he'd use on a daily. whilst, who were you to pass up on being called that as well?

with a giggle, you decide to lean into the flavorful gamble, "yes, darling?" and you're quick with your answer, finding it rather amusing how you were able to practically render your boyfriend speechless for a second.

"no wait!" you backtrack, "it fits you more." and point out with a flourish, placing both of your hands against his warm cheeks before puckering your lips out for a quick kiss, "so i figured why not use it on you tonight."

"very well." he accepts the compliment with a gravelly laugh— you cannot even blame zhongli for acting so awkward about it since he never really had something like this before, a genuine relationship with a human.

his gaze narrowed, your sights locked on like magnets, but his entire face sparkled, with the skin on his eyes a little wrinkled round and under them, and with the mouth a little drawn back at the corners he indicates a smile, voice low and ethereal.

it's almost as if with nothing but this, you managed to make his entire day all the more heavenly and fulfilled.

— kaveh + "sweetheart"

what were the specific chances of losing your house keys three damn times this passing week?

kaveh was truly embarrassed about it and wondered if someone else had been playing tricks on him but ultimately decided to brush it off for once in his life, because truthfully— he was tired, to a higher standard exhausted, of walking around sumeru city aimlessly to reach your home now, where he hoped he could stay the night.

to make things worse, it was pouring outside, violently raining and by the end of his designated route, kaveh was thoroughly swamped and so were a couple unfinished drawings he had originally tugged into an envelope, cursing underneath the gloominess of his breathing at the entire moment.

you open the door for your boyfriend, soused in worry, immediately being as understanding and careful as possible, you knew him after all and frankly, it was written all across his face on how awful his day must've went— his eyes lowed as he watched the ground when you took his hand to guide him into your bedroom, so he could change into the spare clothes he left behind at your place a couple weeks ago.

"i cannot do this anymore!" he curses, freeing himself from his drenched garments, the dramatic mannerism and tone was like written out of a dramatic book, fully illustrated and out in the open, and if you didn't know any better you certainly would've answered with a light hearted giggle.

"it's alright." you smile, "you're home now sweetheart."

and follow up your sentence with taking a warm, fuzzy blanket from a drawer, easily slipping it over his shaking body. but hold on— just a second if he may, did kaveh hear that correctly right now?

"what?" his eyes were glowing with a perception of both excitement and being utterly flustered, forgetting he was sad just a second ago.

"what did you just call me?"

it's done now, he can die a happy man after that encounter.

he was observing himself and noticed how this single word shoot an electric pulse through his bones and limbs, he was on fire, truly, already casting aside and putting away the awful day he had prior, it's like it never happened now.

"sweetheart?" you feign innocence, pulling yourself into your boyfriends chest before propping your chin up to face the blonde, the sweetness and compassion he desperately craved from you spiraling inwardly, "do you like how that sounds?"

"i do." kaveh wraps his arms around your body, sighing deeply in his chest, "i really really do."

and silently hopes you'd start calling him that now, because for some reason, hearing you address him in that way, with that familiar soft flutter and how it idly left your lips lingered in his thoughts, tranquilizing him tenderly.

— scaramouche + "baby"

"ugh."

"stop moving, kuni!"

bothersome, or quite tiresome, two words that would perfectly describe the situation you were a part of right now.

if anything would be said or done, scaramouche should be more than delighted, thankful to his very core, that you were gracefully helping him out with his eyeliner on this fine morning— well, if he wouldn't act like a little diva that is.

"i‘m not moving!" he frowns and rolls his eyes at you, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, "but you‘re poking my eye on purpose, admit it!"

"i'm not doing it on purpose!" you swiftly bark back and don't give him a single chance to actively engage in a rebuttal, silently inching a little into him until fully seated on his lap, "you're just making it very hard."

okay, he might've been a little too brass today, but you can't really blame him since he had just woken up, his sleepy image was daubed all over him— not just the low-toned shape of his eyes, it's also about the difficulty of staying awake while you're helping him out, because most definitely was sleeping in sounding a lot more appetizing then going to work right after you're done.

maybe, only maybe, dear scaramouche over there did it on purpose, sabotaging your ways of aid, to have you on his lap a little longer. but it's not his fault so don't even dare saying that, you're so comfy when you practically liquefy into his touch and he cannot stop inching you closer to him.

"i'm almost done." you remind him of his current, active fear and he attempts to yank his head to the other side when you swiftly pulled him back to where you wanted him to be.

you whine loudly, "baby!" and quickly lick your thumb to get rid of the expelled color on his face, "i almost messed it up completely!"

"uh—"

he glimmers a little at the name, but tries to keep it low-key if only his cheeks wouldn't decide to blush right now, in the most inconvenient time, "i— I'm sorry."

you laugh before raising a brow, "damn, i never heard you apologize before." and finish up the last line to his eyeliner, yet staying on his lap before sneakily running your hands over the back of his neck to slant yourself into him.

"i never heard you say baby before either." he admits with a giant smirk, but in his usual fashion, with a little snark on the side as well.

"you're right!" you say all giddy, placing a subdued kiss on his lips, "i should use it more often."

in accessory to your kiss, your eyes sparkled vividly before showing the kindness and benevolence he fell in love with.

now, you had suddenly understood what it was about, that in reality kuni only wanted to spend a little bit more time with you before it was impassable to leave for work.

straightaway, scaramouche can't wait for the next time you'll call him that, the little word he already seems to fancy.

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bloofinntoona · 1 year

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Open Arms

Word Count: 1.8k

Themes: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, A bit steamy at the end, fluff if you squint

Summary: (SPOILER FOR HOGWARTS LEGACY ENDING) Seb and you apologized after he lashed out on you working with goblins.

Author's Note: I wanted to say thank you for the love I’ve gotten from my first story. I had this one in mind for a while, so I went on a writing storm. Hope you like it!

You have never seen Sebastian Sallow this angry before. His thick eyebrows knitted, blazing eyes burning through your skull. "A friendly goblin? You know goblins cursed my sister to shut her up." Sebastian spat.

It was hard to breath and think straight when the tension between the two students were unbearably thick. "Sebastian, not all goblins-"

"Have you forgotten the mine we just went through? Feldcroft?" Obviously not, there were still dirt and spider web tangled all over your robes.

"No, Seb. I haven't. You're not listening to me!" You basically pleading at this point.

"Why would I listen to someone so ignorant?" He muttered.

"Take a breath for a moment. You don't know what you're saying!"

"Oh, I know precisely what I'm saying. Unbelievable." With that sentence, Sebastian stomped away from the Undercroft.

You didn't consider yourself soft, yet you felt the tears welling up in your eyes, cheeks burning up in anger. Thank Merlin that Sebastian has left the room as you screamed your frustation out. You didn't care even if Sebastian heard you. The way he scolded you made it seemed like you were daft, which in reality was far from that. You had the weight of the world on your shoulder, with Ranrok and Rookwood chasing after you — it's not like you've asked for this either. You would rather enjoy your youth studying normal magic like normal wizards. The keepers didn't help with providing concrete answers anyways, you had to go through tenous puzzles just to uncover pieces of information about your newfound ability to see ancient magic.

On top of that, you had grown fond of your peers in Hogwarts. You have the brilliant Natty, caring Poppy, cheeky Ominis, and smart Amit. But none of them came close to Sebastian Sallow. If anybody asked, you would deny that it was love at first sight. But you couldn't forget the way he showed you 'a proper Hogwarts welcome' in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. The fact that he covered you from detention also gave butterflies in your stomach. You took the Cruciatus Curse in the Slytherin's tomb, convincing yourself that you did it because you were in debt. In truth, you hated seeing the boy hurt. You wholeheartedly understand his desperation. Sebastian was clinging to the last member of his family. That was why you couldn't stop him from learning the Dark Arts. You thought you'd do the same in his position.

You sniffled, wiping your face using your sleeves.

It was hard enough to be in the same room with Sebastian, but what ticked you off more was that he pretended that everything was okay with other people. He helped Samantha with her potions, grabbed a book for Poppy, and even sneaked a Fwooper Feather for Garreth. You dismissed the twinge of jealousy that you felt. After all, you didn't even know if Sebastian still considered you as friends. Friends don't ignore each other for a week straight.

You quickly collected your stack of books and rushed to the library. Sitting down at one of the study table on the second floor, you burried your head in the Charms homework that you were assigned to. No use in mooning over the ungrateful Sebastian Sallow.

A red glow appeared in the corner of the page. You turned your head to the side to see Ominis, pointing his wand in your direction. "Thought we'd revise together." He smiled.

"O-oh, sure! please join me." You got up and pulled a chair for the blonde boy, guiding him to a spot in front of you.

Often times you'd wonder why Ominis and Sebastian were best of friends. Sebastian was brash, while Ominis always exuded a calming energy. Despite being a part of House Gaunt, Ominis was a gentle soul. You thought he would hate you after Sebastian showed you the Undercroft, but he quickly resolved it and considered you as a friend.

You were scribbling an essay about the usage of Silencing charm before Ominis cleared his throat, catching your attention. "Are you cross with Sebastian?"

You sighed, dipping your quill in the ink. "I think he is the one who is cross with me."

"I can sense that," he let out a light chuckle, "can't hide his emotions, that boy."

"Who cares anyways... He's better off without me." You kept writing down meaningless words before frustration took over as you slammed your quill. "Ominis, I had to do it. I was thrown into this world without any proper knowledge. I had to take any help that I can get. And I wanted to help Seb, I truly do!"

Ominis nodded, setting his palm on top of yours. "Look, I am thankful that you wanted to help Sebastian. He's my closest friend and the closest thing I have to a family," he paused, "Sebastian... is very vocal about his thoughts. I often remind him to properly think before speaking."

The Slytherin boy's face turned sour, he lowered his tone, "... and I told you about the consequences of using Dark Arts. It will corrupt you." He squeezed your hand, "He doesn't hate you. I can promise you that. The path that he is currently taking is corrupting him."

You nodded, flashing a weak smile. "Thank you, Ominis."

"You're welcome. Now, where were we?"

Threading through the hall back to your dormitory at night, you saw a shadow heading underneath the stairs. Soon after, you heard a faint click. Must be the undercroft, you'd wager. You debated for a while, yet you found yourself walking towards the clock. Raising your wand, the clock turned and opened the door towards the hidden room. You slowly walked downstairs, peeping through the gate.

There he was, Sebastian Sallow. Hair tussled, robes discarded on the empty barrel. He was wearing his shirt, the green Slytherin tie loosely tied around his neck. Sebastian rolled his sleeves as he gripped his wand and pointed it toward the battle dummy. “Incendio! Confringo! Bombarda!” shouted the boy. Fire and sparks flew everywhere, burning the wooden doll. He went for a while, releasing the pent-up anger he felt inside. Sebastian kept on going until his voice was coarse, out of breath. He backed against the nearest wall, slumping his body down.

“Sebastian?” you called up. His immediately perked up, seeing you shuffled closer to him. His breath hitched, looking away as he twirled his wand between his fingers.

The silence was awkward. You decided to break the ice, “I-“ “I wanted-“ he said at the same time. “Look, I-“ The two said in unison again. Sebastian cracked a chuckle as you giggled, feeling relieved that things are looking up.

“Let me start then,” he sighed, “I apologize for my behaviour before. You were right. I was being rude to you.” Sebastian patted the spot next to him. You obliged as you sat down. “You have been very helpful since the first time I’ve asked you to see Anne. You cheered me up when I was feeling distraught, you explored dodgy caves, and battled enemies for me,” he smiled softly, “Again, I am sorry. Not having you by my side is a torture for me.”

Warmth crept up your cheeks, thanking the universe that the Undercroft was dark enough so Sebastian couldn’t see how red your face was. “Sebastian…”

“Anne’s condition worsen by the day,” he held his wand, a faint glow flickered at the end, “I lost both of my parents. I knew from the start that my uncle didn’t like me. He called me, my father’s son, like it was a bad thing. I can’t imagine losing Anne too… I won’t have anyone else-“

Before he could finish his story, you wrapped your arms around his body, pulling him close to you. You could feel his body stiffen at first. It didn’t take long until Sebastian snaked his arms around your waist, his head resting on your chest. You rested your head on top of his, coarse strands of brunette hair tickling your chin. The smell of pines, ash, and smoke filled your nose. Sebastian closed his eyes, savouring the moment. He couldn’t remember when was the last time somebody held him so tender, so gentle. The boy started to sniffle, soft whimpers and cried escaped his lips. You didn’t care about the damp spot on your shirt, all you wanted was to assure that Sebastian that he had you, and he would always have you. You stroked his head as he held you tighter than ever.

As you heard his cries died down, reduced into small hiccups and sighs, you softly whispered, “Sebastian, I’m sorry too. I should have told you about my plans. I was scared of telling others about my secrets. I felt like I had to carry this burden myself even though you always offered to help me,” you trailed, “I hated seeing you sad. I wanted to help.”

Sebastian nodded before pulling back. Both students giggled as they saw how puffy their faces were. You cupped Sebastian’s face, wiping away his tears. “Are we okay?” you asked. He flashed a gentle smile as he rested his forehead against yours, “of course we are. Thank you.”

Everything was a blur as you felt warmth against your lips. Sebastian had closed the gap between the two of you, gently grasping your hands. Your mind went blank -- It was your first kiss. You pulled back, his half-lidded eyes searching for yours. You leaned in again, your arms found their way back around his neck. He tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss. Giggles escaped your lips as you bumped your nose against his. Well, your knowledge of courting was as limited as the romance books stashed in the corner of the library. Deep down, you were comforted seeing how clumsy Sebastian was too.

Sebastian slowly lifted your body, your legs now straddling his waist. His calloused hands ghosted over your legs, slipping underneath your skirt. You gasped, head spinning as you felt his hands eased their way under the curvature of your bottom, fingers slipping under your undergarment. He took this chance to swipe his tongue inside, exploring your mouth. The kiss was messy, but there was an endearing charm to it.

It was too much – your hand frantically roamed around his body before finding their rest on his hair, pulling it gently. Sebastian groaned into the kiss, which sent shivers down your spine. Your waist instinctively grinded against his, finding friction to ease the growing desire bubbling in your body. You whined as he pulled back, producing a string of saliva between the two. Sebastian’s face was flushed, eyes looking at you hungrily. He dived in again, lips trailing from your forehead, nose, lips, and down to your neck. He softly nibbed your skin, earning a mewl from you. “You’re mine.” He grunted, admiring the small red hickey now adoring the side of your neck.

Before you could continue, you both heard the bells tolling. Sebastian snorted and rested his head on your shoulder. You laughed, hugging him close. “We better get going.” You felt Sebastian pulled your sleeve as you stood up.

“Promise me,” Sebastian muttered, “promise me you will always be there for me.”

“I promise.”

#Sebastian Sallow #woot woot #Ominis Gaunt #Sebastian Sallow x reader #Sebastian Sallow x f!reader #Hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfic #i went on a ramble with this one #i sorri

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treason-and-plot · 9 months

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“I need to cut off all contact with you.”

This sentence burrows into Roy’s consciousness like a scabies mite under the surface of his skin. Only five seconds ago the day had been bright and fun and full of excitement and promise, but now that sentence has stolen all the light out of the world and irrevocably altered his DNA. The shadows around the rose bushes grown darker and darker, and the hole in his heart grows bigger. “I need to cut off all contact with you.”

“You’ll still see the kids, of course,” says Sonia. “That won’t change. Violet can drop them off to you, or you can come and get them from her. It shouldn’t be too hard to organise if we’re adult about it. I know that we’ll probably have to have a few meetings to iron out the details. But after that we really do have to have a clean break, Roy. I need time to heal and to mourn the end of my marriage. It’s the only way I can get better and move on. Do you understand? Do you understand how important this is for my wellbeing?"

Roy understands that the day is in danger of going to shit, and his skin is starting to feel grimy and his eyelids itchy. He bolsters himself by remembering the bag in his pants pocket. What is it Sonia’s saying? She needs time to heal and to mourn the end of her marriage. What the fuck does that mean? Their marriage is only ended on paper, they can all still live together as a happy family. That’s what he came here to tell her, she doesn’t have to mourn anything! He has the solution. He always has the solution. Sonia of all people should know that!

“Listen, hon, I’m really sorry that you feel….that you feel all those things,” he says. “But we don’t need to cut off contact with each other. You don’t need to mourn anything either! I still love you, hon, and I know you love me too. Sorry, Violet, that’s just the way it is. That’s the real reason Sonia’s had a breakdown, she couldn’t deal with the fact that I fell in love with someone else. Pure and simple. Don’t look at me like that honey, we both know it’s true. All that therapy jargon can go fuck itself. You’re jealous of Anya. End of story. But you don’t need to be, hon! Just listen to what I have to say. I had this brilliant idea that we all live together in the marital home. All of us. You and Violet and me and Anya and the kids. The house is big enough, and the kids would be ecstatic. And you could get to know Anya and you’d realise what a beautiful person she is, inside and out. We can do it! We can make it work, hon! What do you say? Are you in?"

#roy #Sonia #Violet #back to bridgeport #5 years later

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cowgurrrl · 9 months

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OKAY WAIT

late night talks with college!joel - how reader and him came to date. they were studying they got distracted talking about something and stayed up all night taking. now joel can get her off his mind. 😉

thank you harry styles <3

I’ll kiss you on the mouth dude I love this idea

UPDATE: I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO END IT AND IF IT WASNT FOR MY MELATONIN KICKING IN I WOULDVE CONTINUED IT

She’s got a book for every situation

Pairing: college!joel x fem!reader

Summary: this ask

Author’s note: typed in tumblr and not proofread so god speed slayers 🫡

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, Joel being The Biggest Flirt, June your BA in English is showing, I think that’s it??

Working at the writing center on campus has its perks. You get unlimited printing, editing experience, and free coffee. Granted, it’s from a pot that had been simmering for several days but it’s free nevertheless. You’ve even managed to get in good with a few professors who would recommend their students come to you if they need help. Normally, they don’t take the advice until finals week and they all scramble into your office all at once. So, when a tall guy with curly dark hair walks into your desolate lobby, you’re a little surprised. He looks lost with a stack of papers piled in his hands and visibly relaxes when he sees you peek your head out.

“Hey there. Can I help you?” You ask, approaching him.

“Maybe. ‘M from Dr. Phillips class and she said to come to the writing center and ask for…” He trails off as he glances down at his paper before saying your name. “Said she might be able to help me with my paper.”

“Yeah, I think she can help you with your paper.” You say and hold out your hand to grab the red inked paper. It’s a paper on Kerouac who’s never been your favorite. In fact, you wrote an entire paper about how pretentious and privileged Jack Kerouac actually was but that’s neither here nor there. The bottom line is that you know how to write a paper professors are looking for. You feel his eyes scanning your face as you read his thesis and try to ignore the blush creeping over your cheeks.

“I take it you’re the brilliant writer Dr. Phillips likes so much.” He says. You smile but don’t take your eyes off his words so you don’t get distracted by his presence.

“Dr. Phillips doesn’t like anyone.”

“She seemed to like you. Told me all about how smart you are,” he says. “Never mentioned the pretty part, though.” Finally, you look up and meet his gaze.

“Technically Dr. Phillips isn’t allowed to recommend one student editor over another. It’s against our policy and makes things a little fairer for everyone. So, can we keep this little secret between us…” you let your sentence end, realizing you never asked his name, and he holds out his free hand.

“Joel.” He says and you shake his hand.

“Well, Joel, I’ll tell you what. I’ll agree to help you get your paper in order if you agree to not get me fired. Fair deal?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He says politely.

You spend the rest of the day walking Joel through essay structures, grammar mistakes, and thesis issues. His argument is strong but it needs to be more concise and punchier. When you try to explain it to him in those terms, he looks at you like you’re from Mars. Eventually, after a little too much flirty small talk, he tells you about his dad’s construction company and you learn to put flowery, over dramatic writing advice into clean, neat boxes that he understands completely. Unfortunately, you don’t end up finishing the actual essay before the center closes.

“You’re free to come back tomorrow morning so we can finish this.” You say as you gather your things and stuff them in your backpack. Joel stretches in his chair, his shirt riding up just enough to reveal a gorgeous sliver of tan skin and you have to force your eyes away from the sight.

“D’you live far from here?” He asks, standing and throwing his own backpack over one shoulder. You waffle for a moment, unsure if you want to tell this almost perfect stranger where you live.

“Maybe a ten minute walk. It’s not bad for Austin.”

“Can I walk you home? Since I kept you so late,” he asks. Once again, you hesitate. Joel doesn’t seem like the typical frat guy you’ve come to fear since your time at school. He actually seems gentle and genuine. You turn the thought over a few more times before he throws his hands up. “‘S just an offer to make sure you get home safe. I’ll even carry your backpack for you if you want.” He offers and you smile. You take another second before handing him your heavy backpack. He slings it over his free shoulder and walks to the door to open it for you, keys jingling in your hand as you lock up the writing center for the night. The humid Texas night suffocates you the second you step out into the fading daylight.

“You always carry girls’ backpacks home?” You ask as you start walking in the direction of your apartment. Campus is mostly empty this time of night, everyone crawling home after class to pregame or cry or both. Squirrels patrol the sidewalks for any students who may want to hand them a piece from their bagel or sandwich. Someone honks their horn in distant standstill Austin traffic, and the sun slowly slides behind the Capitol. It’s peaceful.

“Only when I make ‘em read my shitty writing.” He says and you laugh.

“Your writing’s not bad, Joel. It’s actually very good. Essays are just the worst to write.”

“You like ‘em enough to work at the writing center.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean it’s what I actually care about,” you shrug. “At this point, I’m a warm body with a clicky pen.”

“Woah there, Kafka. I think you’re a little more than that,” Joel laughs and you have to laugh too. Not only for the perfectly on brand joke but for the tone in his voice. The playful lilt makes your head feel fuzzy. “Alright then, if you don’t like essays and you don’t like Kerouac, what do you like? What do you wanna write?” He asks and you take a deep breath. It’s a question you’ve fielded more than enough times in your college career to know that not many people like your answer.

“I’m not sure yet. I like a little bit of everything.”

“Have you written anythin’ I would’ve read?”

“No,” you laugh. “Probably not.”

“Why’s that funny?” He asks and you shake your head.

“Because nobody wants to publish my work. It’s too… rough.”

“Rough?” He raises his eyebrows at you.

“Yeah. Publishers either want the next Great American Novel or nothing at all, and I am not next Great American Novel material.”

“How do you know?”

“Because nobody’s publishing me.”

“Maybe, you’re not lookin’ in the right places,” he says. “‘M just sayin’ someone as smart as you has to have somethin’ someone will wanna take.”

“Yeah, well, don’t go holdin’ your breath on me, cowboy.”

“Why do you do that?” He asks suddenly and you stop to look at him.

“Do what?” You ask.

“Try and play it off whenever someone compliments you.” He says with glaring honesty. It sets you back in your heels but you quickly recover.

“You’ve only known me for a few hours. How do you know I’m not just incredibly humble?”

“I guess I don’t,” he says. “Could I buy you a drink and figure it out?” It could be the way he, somehow, sees right through you already or the way his brown eyes look in the sunlight but you can’t stop the butterflies in your stomach. You purse your lips together and dare a step closer to him.

“Tell you what, if you get an A on this paper, I’ll let you buy me a drink.” You say.

“And if I fail?” He asks and you shake your head.

“You won’t fail.”

“But what if I do?”

“If you do, you have to…” you search your brain. “Carry my backpack home for me for a week.”

“You drive a hard bargain, ma’am.”

“But I take it Joel Miller’s a bettin’ man.”

“See, smarter than you think.” He quips and you roll your eyes.

“One thing at a time, lover boy.”

Joel ends up getting the highest grade on his essay out of anyone in his class. Dr. Phillips commends his dedication to bettering his first draft and tells him to keep up the good work. “Whatever you did to change this, keep it up.” She says when she places his graded essay on his desk. When he presents the A to you at the writing center, all you can do is applaud him and smile.

“I told you you’d pass.” You say, poking at his firm chest.

“Yeah, yeah,” he rolls his eyes. “Maybe I just needed a little motivation.”

“Oh, yeah? What was that?”

“I think I was promised a date.” He says cheekily and you nod.

“You were, and my mama raised me to be a woman of my word,” you smile. “Jenny, do you mind closing up for me tonight?” You ask the receptionist and she shakes her head.

“Not at all, darlin’. Have a good night.” She winks at you when Joel turns his back and you stick your tongue out at her.

Say what you will about the writing center but you think a date with a broad, tall, handsome cowboy is the best thing that could’ve come out of that hell hole.

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You Just Put the Dick in Your Mouth - Part 1

Kim Seungmin x Yang Jeongin

Word Count: 5984

Contents: blow jobs, very awkward!innie, very sweet!seungmin, inexperienced!innie, best friends to lovers

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What a horrible thing. What a terrible question to ask. What a stupid thing to do.

Jeongin’s brain screamed at him for doing something so utterly idiotic. What had even gotten into him to think asking his best friend to teach him how to give head was a good idea? He could be dumb, he’d certainly had his moments that was for sure, but this was just something else.

Seungmin was staring at him, wide-eyed. He had been since the offending question had found its way into the air of the room. Even after the sound had dissipated he could feel it there, lingering. It had likely only been a smattering of seconds but to Jeongin it felt like an eternity. From the sounds leaving his lips to this very second it felt like the universe had unfolded from the beginning all over again.

The silence was nearly unbearable. Jeongin willed that newly formed supermassive blackhole at the center of the momentary universe to swallow him whole. To, in fact, swallow all of time itself so that this had never happened. Maybe ceasing to have ever existed would save him from the embarrassment that his own two traitorous feet absolutely refused to save him from.

“T-Teach you?” Seungmin sounded exactly as bewildered as he looked and Jeongin would have whined like a wounded puppy had he not been the one to put both of them into this predicament.

“I-I” Use real words, dumbass. It was so much easier to think a sentence than to say it out loud. And what else could he say? Did he just play it off as a prank? Did he simply run for it? Why did he decide to do this with no escape plan? Why did he even do this at all?

“I-I want- i-it I-I- learn.”

A single comprehensible word, he thought. Brilliant.

“I-I’ve never s-s-so I w-want and you-you’re so a-and I th-thought may-maybe it- we- i-i-if you want?”

Seungmin just blinked at him, clearly trying to understand the incomprehensible mess that was pouring from Jeongin’s lips.

“When you say teach…” Seungmin said slowly. “Do you mean like…”

Jeongin knew what he meant. He knew exactly what he was asking. You could laugh this off right now and save yourself, he thought.

“I-I mean-” He finally dropped his gaze. “I-I mean I know how it’s meant to work. Just… You know learning about something and d-doing it are… different.”

“So…” Seungmin processed the words slowly. “So you want me to…”

“I-I just-” Why are you digging yourself deeper?! “Y-You know what? It’s okay. I-I’ll just-” Jeongin tried to get up, set on making an exit like a puppy with its tail tucked between its legs and hiding in his room for approximately the rest of his life but Seungmin grabbed the sleeve of his sweater. Jeongin sunk back down onto the bed mirroring the sinking of his own stomach. He had no clue why Seungmin would want him to stay at this point. Just let me leave, he thought.

“Jeongin… What are you asking me?”

Jeongin could feel his face burning as he sat there, unable to meet Seungmin’s eye. Clearly there was no easy way out of this apparently bottomless pit he just kept falling deeper into. He gazed just barely in Seungmin’s direction, chewing nervously on his bottom lip as the silence dragged on. Seungmin didn’t say anything else, but he also didn’t let go of Jeongin’s sleeve either.

“I-I just-” His voice was terribly shaky now and he thought if this went on much longer he might just cry. For the sake of what’s left of your dignity, spit it out.

“I wanted- I wanted to know if you- o-or if I could try- um- d-doing that. W-With you.”

This silence was far worse. He thought Seungmin was already aware of what he was asking but maybe he wasn’t. Maybe he didn’t think Jeongin was a weird pervert until right this moment. Maybe he really should have run for it.

“I-It was a stupid suggestion.” Jeongin mumbled. He finally got up, though Seungmin’s hand was still on his sleeve, as if he’d forgotten it there. He froze in place as Seungmin spoke.

“You really want me to help you with that?” Seungmin asked quietly.

“I was being stupid. Can you just forget I said anything?”

“Jeongin, sit down.” Seungmin sighed. Jeongin steeled himself before settling again and turning to look at Seungmin. He was expecting disappointment, anger, disgust even. So he found himself flooded with shock when Seungmin’s expression was soft and understanding.

“I’m seriously asking, why did you ask me?” He said gently.

“I-I” Jeongin trained his eyes on the floor, feeling his stomach flip-flopping as if it was an acrobat in a three ring circus. “I just thought you- I…”

Seungmin simply waited. Jeongin could feel his gaze as he intently studied the pattern of the wood grain beneath his feet. He wondered if he never said another word if Seungmin would just let him leave. He was so caught off guard by his softness and he felt like his nerves were shot at this point, body all out of adrenaline and trying to come down from the stress despite his continued anxiety.

“I th-thought you would help. I mean I’m comfortable w-with you. And I want to learn, s-so…” Jeongin’s voice was barely audible as he mumbled out the answer. He couldn’t bear to look at Seungmin who was still holding onto his sleeve. He just fell silent, waiting.

“So… Did you want me to suck you off, or you wanted to suck me off?” Seungmin’s voice was so steady Jeongin almost met his eye. He stopped himself before doing so, his eyes landing on the lettering on his sweatshirt instead. He had thought about it. He had thought about both and he could feel his own skin burning at simply the reminder that he had.

“Um, I-I wanted to try sucking someone off, so…”

“Well…” Seungmin paused for a moment that felt far longer to Jeongin. “Did you want to do it now, or?”

At that Jeongin finally met Seungmin’s gaze with shock.

“Wh-What?!”

“Did you want to do it later?” Seungmin asked, cocking an eyebrow as he finally let go of Jeongin’s sleeve. He was entirely composed, save for the pink blush dusting his cheeks as he rested back against his pillows. “I just assumed if you were here now you might want to do it now.”

“Y-You’re saying yes?” Jeongin stammered.

“Yeah?” He said it like it was the easiest and more obvious thing in the world and it had Jeongin positively reeling.

“You’re just- just okay with it?”

Seungmin snorted. “If you really thought I wouldn’t be you never would have asked. Sure it’s not the most normal thing between friends but it’s not bad.” He gave Jeongin a smile that was reassuring and sweet and made his heart do horrible, terrible, no-good somersaults. “I mean the worst that happens is I get a bad blow job and we never talk about it ever again.”

Jeongin tried to process his shock. Sure he was hoping Seungmin wouldn’t throw him out of the room but he didn’t fully believe he would get this far. Seungmin was still staring at him, kindly but also expectantly. Jeongin spared a glance towards the door which was cracked slightly open. He bit down on his lip as he thought.

“If you want to give it some time-”

“No!” Jeongin’s response was too quick and he realized it the second it passed his lips. Seungmin snorted at him. At the very least he was amused.

“I mean- N-Now is fine. I wasn’t- I braced myself for a no…” His voice died a little as he spoke.

“Okay then.” If Jeongin didn’t know any better he would have said that Seungmin’s smile was shy. But he tried to push that thought from his mind as Seungmin got up from the bed. He crossed the room and pushed the door closed.

If Jeongin’s heart hadn’t been racing before it was now. He shifted nervously where he sat on the bed as Seungmin came back and sat next to him. He patted Jeongin’s arm awkwardly and Jeongin gave him a shy glance, trying to process the fact that this was indeed happening.

Jeongin took a shaky breath. Suddenly, despite never having done this before, he wanted to impress Seungmin. He bit down on his bottom lip as he slid off the bed and onto his knees. He shifted to face Seungmin, looking up at him and taking in the surprise painting his face along with the blush that was rising up his cheeks.

“Is this okay?” Jeongin asked nervously, doubting his decision.

“No that’s- it’s fine. I didn’t know if- Ah, don’t worry about it,” Seungmin mumbled.

“Wh-What were you thinking?” Jeongin asked, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

“Oh I just didn’t know if you wanted to jump right in. I wasn’t sure if you wanted to like, makeout first or something?” Seungmin scratched the back of his neck. “I guess that might be weird given the circumstances though?”

Jeongin opened his mouth to speak but no words actually came out. Instead, his gaze lingered on Seungmin’s plush lips as he thought for a little too long about what kissing him might feel like.

“Maybe-” The rest of the words caught in his throat, heart skipping a beat like a broken clock as Seungmin met his gaze.

“It- I- W-We could.” He managed. “May- I mean I’m a little nervous anyway s-so if- um-”

Seungmin extended a hand to him and Jeongin took it, moving back onto the bed to sit next to Seungmin again wondering if the butterflies had simply taken up permanent residence in his stomach. His breath hitched as Seungmin cupped his cheek, his hand nearly feeling cool against Jeongin’s own burning skin.

“Then let’s take it slow,” he said quietly in a way that had Jeongin’s whole heart melting. He let his eyes flutter closed as he leaned closer. Some small part of his brain wondered if this was all just a prank, a horrible joke. Maybe Seungmin was just fucking with him and now was the moment with Jeongin’s eyes closed and lips puckered that he’d start laughing.

The anxieties clawing at his brain were swept away the moment Seungmin’s plush lips pressed against his own. Only from his own breathing, from the fact that he was still sitting upright, did he know that his heart had not actually stopped beating. Otherwise he might have thought he had truly crossed over and this was some kind of afterlife. If this was heaven he’d surely take it.

He leaned into Seungmin’s touch a little more as his lips moved in time with Seungmin’s. Seungmin’s kisses were soft and slow in a way that had Jeongin want nothing more than to climb into his lap and wrap his arms around his neck and cling to him for the rest of the day. He wouldn’t, of course, he would never do that. This kiss was just to ease his own nerves about the whole thing. It had nothing to do with Seungmin or Jeongin’s own feelings.

He tried very hard to ignore the way that thought was making his heart drop.

He pressed a little closer to Seungmin. His lips parted more and he suppressed his sigh as Seungmin’s tongue slipped into the kisses. He was leaning more and more into Seungmin with each passing second though trying not to actually press weight into him. It really shouldn’t have surprised him when he started to fall, his hand landing high on Seungmin’s thigh, dangerously close to his crotch.

Jeongin pulled his hand back quickly, as if Seungmin’s jeans burned with the heat of a stovetop. His lack of balance had him falling past Seungmin’s lips and frantically grabbing onto his shoulders and he fell against his neck. He did his best to suppress his whine of embarrassment as he sat there, feeling the rumble in Seungmin’s chest as he chuckled.

“You know you can just get closer if you want to,” Seungmin laughed.

“Just lost my balance,” Jeongin mumbled, sitting back up properly, hoping Seungmin didn’t mention anything about his burning face.

“Right,” Seungmin snorted. “You can also touch me if you want to.”

At this Jeongin met Seungmin’s gaze with wide eyes, feeling a round of butterflies erupt in his stomach.

“H-Huh?”

“This involves touching me, in case you weren’t aware.”

“I-I know that,” Jeongin mumbled. “Just…”

“If you’re too nervous we don’t actually have to do this,” Seungmin tried to assure him.

“I’m not!” Jeongin nearly cringed at the tone of his own voice while Seungmin gave him an amused smile. “Not too nervous. Just-” He groaned before grabbing Seungmin’s face and kissing him hard.

After what seemed like a moment of surprise Seungmin returned the kiss. It was much more desperate and messy than the kisses Seungmin had initiated but he didn’t seem to be complaining. On the contrary his hand found Jeongin’s waist, pulling him just a bit closer.

It’s kind of pathetic, He thought. Just one touch has you so weak. His stomach was doing all manner of acrobatics and despite what he was about to do some part of him felt absolutely mortified that a simple touch and Seungmin’s lips moving against his was making warmth rush down his own body and straight to his cock. As much as he wanted to climb into Seungmin’s lap and hold him and didn’t want him to notice his own excitement.

As if he’s not going to notice at some point.

He willed his brain to shut up, quickly having something new to focus on as a moan made its way off his own lips, almost lost enough in them to not care.

Almost.

“Sorry,” Jeongin mumbled, feeling instantly that that simply made the moment even more embarrassing.

“It’s fine,” Seungmin assured him. He leaned in, seemingly enjoying the kisses enough to not want Jeongin to pull away nor let a dumb comment spoil the moment. That reassured Jeongin more than anything as he pressed just a little closer, careful not to lean too heavily and lose his balance again. Seungmin was leaning closer of his own accord as well, starting to lead the kisses again but just as messy as Jeongin had started them.

Jeongin was sure he could stay there all day, kissing his best friend as if it was something they did all the time, like it was normal for them. But the reminder of what he had asked to do was still sitting at the back of his mind, staring at him, keeping him from truly relaxing. He fretted over how to start, hoping his distraction didn’t become obvious to Seungmin. Maybe he should just move to the floor like he had before? Or was that too forward or abrupt? Should he kiss down Seungmin’s body? Was that too romantic or sensual? Didn’t he want to be a little sensual? But maybe that was too much? Should he start jerking him off? The thought made his heart race far too much. He at least knew how to do that though. So maybe that was a more natural way to start?

Jeongin knew his hand was shaking but he tried to ignore it as he brought his hand back to Seungmin’s thigh, this time deliberately. He swore he felt Seungmin smile slightly against his lips as he did so. Jeongin tried to focus on the kisses, hoping that that would give him something to think about and his hand would simply figure it out on its own. He squeezed Seungmin’s thigh, an action that somehow made him more excited and Seungmin sighed quietly against his lips.

He tried very hard not to let that one little sound get to him too much. He managed to catch the whimper that had been on its way out of his throat. His hand inched up Seungmin’s thigh as he tried to calm his own heart that was beating far too wildly. Seungmin didn’t show any signs of suddenly stopping him but he supposed he’d be expecting something by this point.

Jeongin choked back his own gasp as his hand finally reached Seungmin’s crotch. He could feel him, half hard, through his jeans. His hand froze for a moment before he gingerly started moving it, palming at his friend’s cock and drawing a much more audible sigh from his lips.

“Thought for a bit there this was only a ploy to kiss me,” Seungmin chuckled against his lips.

Jeongin chuckled nervously into the kiss. “Of course there’s more,” He mumbled. “Just…”

Enjoying myself? He couldn’t say that. Was Seungmin enjoying himself? Should he even be asking that question? Maybe once he actually started the blowjob that would matter more.

Maybe he should get on with that.

“Taking your time,” Seungmin finished the phrase that Jeongin had already forgotten about.

“Yes?” Jeongin didn’t sound too sure of himself but Seungmin didn’t seem to mind, capturing him in another kiss. Jeongin felt a little more bold at that. He moved his hand with a little more purpose, trying not to admit to himself how much he enjoyed it and instead listened for any little sounds that slipped past Seungmin’s lips.

Seungmin didn’t seem to hold anything back and Jeongin couldn’t help wondering if it was for his benefit. A few groans had made it past his lips, still muffled by Jeongin’s but it was causing his mind to wander to the thought of what his other sounds would be like, if he was usually loud or quiet, if he moaned or groaned or sighed or whined or-

It was the way Seungmin’s hand curled into the fabric of his shirt at his waist, tugging at it, that brought him back to reality, breaking him out of his thoughts. He pressed a little closer, into the kisses even more. Even though he was the one doing the work in all of this and the nerves wouldn’t quite leave him alone he was still feeling like it was time to move on.

He tried not to overthink it as he brought his other hand to Seungmin’s lap. He didn’t want to pull away from the kisses, opting to blindly search for the button and zipper on Seungmin’s jeans. It didn’t fully dawn on him that his hands were trembling let alone quite how much that contributed to his fumbling until Seungmin’s hands found his.

Jeongin was thankful Seungmin didn’t say a word about it, though he was smiling into the kisses. He moved Jeongin’s hands and undid his button and zipper himself before letting Jeongin take control of it again, settling his hands back onto the bed and leaning back just a little. Jeongin swallowed down the thoughts in his head about how desperate he must seem as he chased after Seungmin for more kisses. He asserted to himself that starting to feel needy from kisses was perfectly normal, just how a body reacts. It means nothing more than that.

Are you sure?

He beat back the thoughts in his brain as best he could as he summoned up his courage and reminded himself that Seungmin would tell him what to do so really there was nothing to worry about, as he pulled back from the kisses. His hands were steadied on Seungmin’s thighs as he shifted back to slide off the bed until he took in Seungmin’s face.

His eyes were just fluttering open, plush lips parted as he let out quiet puffs and slowly caught his breath. A red tint had bloomed on his cheeks and across his nose and his gaze was much more intense than it had been up until that point.

Jeongin wasn’t sure if anyone had ever looked at him so intensely. Short-lived relationships and flings had led to kissing and touching and nothing much else but even so they did get heated. And yet he found his heart racing and his dick twitching at the way Seungmin was staring at him now.

Luckily the burning in his thighs from hovering off the bed and partway to the ground reminded him of his mission and he continued to sink onto his knees until they hit the floor. He kept his gaze on Seungmin’s face, Seungmin watching him in return and - Jeongin was sure of it - biting the inside of his lip.

His hands slid up Seungmin’s thighs and he finally tore his eyes away to see what he was doing as he wrapped his fingers around the waist of Seungmin’s jeans and boxers. He spared another glance up at Seungmin who lifted his hips, a small grin tugging at his lips as he did so. Jeongin’s teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he tugged on the pants, pulling them off of him.

He knew what pulling off Seungmin’s jeans would entail and yet he was somehow not quite prepared for the sight of a dick in front of his face. He couldn’t help but stare, a strong thrill of arousal rushing through him. Dick twitching, probably leaking at this point as he took in the sight of Seungmin’s cock, fully hard and standing against his white shirt.

Only if someone had looked into the deepest crevices of Jeongin’s most hidden desires would they have perhaps had a glimpse at the fantasies where he wondered what his friend’s cock looked like. Never to be entertained for too long before being firmly shoved back down, hidden back in the corners they came from. But such a thing didn’t need to be wondered now. It almost seemed surreal and he tried very hard not to think about the way his mouth was watering.

It was enough to have him shifting forward, settling between Seungmin’s knees and hands squeezing his thighs before looking up at him and feeling his nerves catching up to him again.

Or rather, hitting him like a truck.

Jeongin met Seungmin’s gaze again, this time freezing as everything caught up to him and a cascade of anxieties overtook his mind. He stared up at Seungmin, wide-eyed as his heart beat wildly out of his chest. He had come so far and yet some part of his brain was still telling him there was no way Seungmin would actually want to do this with him.

He was met with a reassuring smile and Seungmin’s hand brushing through his hair soothingly for a moment before cupping his cheek. His stomach fluttered in a wonderfully horrible way at the contact and it somehow calmed him and excited him further.

Maybe he simply didn’t need to think too hard about his own reactions.

“S-So, um, just- just use my mouth…” Jeongin felt totally out of his depth, despite Seungmin’s gentleness.

“You can start slow,” He hummed.

“Is that what you like?”

Jeongin didn’t know why that question felt so intimate but as the words left his lips he felt his cheeks burning. It seemed Seungmin felt the same way though as a nervous chuckle huffed past his lips and he broke away from Jeongin’s gaze.

“Yep,” he mumbled. “I- uh- I like it slow.”

Seungmin threaded his fingers into Jeongin’s hair, gripping it gently in a way that made his cock twitch. His cheeks were burning red now as he bit down on his lip. Jeongin squirmed on his knees, bottom lip jutting out into a pout of its own accord.

“A-Are you still okay with this?” He asked, hating how his voice sounded a bit dejected at the idea.

“No no that’s not it,” Seungmin quickly glanced at Jeongin, chuckling shyly. “It’s just, it didn’t really occur to me that I would have to talk about how I like it.”

“Do you want to stop?” Jeongin asked quietly.

“No, don’t worry about it,” Seungmin grinned. “I guess cute boys on their knees make me a little shy.”

Jeongin was sure his face was two degrees shy of setting alight from the heat of his own emotions. The prospect of sucking off his best friend was something he could just barely handle, but flirting? He thought his heart might just beat right out of his chest.

“A-Ah?” Jeongin managed an eloquent response.

“Not used to being called cute?”

Jeongin was sure that was teasing. Did Seungmin actually mean it? Was it just for fun? To help set the mood? Did he just like seeing Jeongin flustered?

He wasn’t sure he could handle the answer.

“N-No well- just- uh-” Jeongin was both embarrassed and relieved when Seungmin hushed him, letting out a soft chuckle.

“Sorry,” he said softly. “I shouldn’t tease.”

“You can i-if you want.”

Why would you say that?? Jeongin didn’t have an answer for himself.

Seungmin’s lips twitch into a grin. “Noted.”

Jeongin broke his gaze away from Seungmin’s smiling nervously. At the very least that seemed to have broken the tension. Seungmin seemed more calm now, which was good. Jeongin thought that maybe if Seungmin was calm it would do the same for his own nerves.

“O-Okay,” Jeongin gazed back up at Seungmin. He took the bold choice to wrap his hand around the base of Seungmin’s cock, earning a small groan. Despite his nerves, Seungmin’s calming touch in his hair was helping and Jeongin leaned close enough that his lips were inches away.

Jeongin didn’t miss the way Seungmin’s gaze had darkened. The hand in his hair tightened its grip slightly. His heart hammered but he ignored it, lips parting and eyes watching Seungmin expectantly.

Seungmin let out a breath. “You don’t have to… you can start with something more teasing.”

“Teasing?” Jeongin’s voice was barely above a whisper.

Seungmin’s gaze flickered away as his cheeks tinted pink again. “With kisses or… licking.”

“Which…” Jeongin trailed off, deciding to muster what little confidence he could find and make the choice himself. He didn’t need Seungmin to tell him every single little step. His eyes flickered down, not sure if his heart could take looking Seungmin in the eye as he brought his lips to his cock.

He pressed a soft kiss to the underside of his cock. And then another. And then another. He kissed his way slowly down to the base of Seungmin’s cock, listening to his breathing get just a touch heavier. Jeongin let his kisses grow a little messier, a little wetter, as he made his way back up.

Jeongin let his gaze carry up to Seungmin’s face, feeling a rush of heat through his body as he took in his expression, lips parted in quiet huffs and eyes shut, chest rising and falling in deep breaths. His hand was still in Jeongin’s hair. His other hand supported him as he leaned back where he sat.

He looked beautiful. At least that’s what Jeongin thought. He was sure, if given the chance, he would just sit here all day, drinking in Seungmin’s expression. His lips could keep moving idly, just to keep him in some level of pleasure. But he also wondered what else he could do, how much more he could get Seungmin to feel.

He let his tongue come from between his lips, gaze trained on Seungmin as he left a soft lick along the underside of his cock, tasting him much more than he had up until then. He held back his own groan from the new sensory information as he left small licks on Seungmin’s cock.

Seungmin let a groan slip past his lips, gripping Jeongin’s hair a little tighter in a way that made his stomach do somersaults. He drew his tongue up with a little more purpose, running it over the tip of Seungmin’s cock. And there was no way Jeongin could miss the soft curse word Seungmin let out under his breath.

“That’s good,” he hummed, eyes still closed.

“Yeah?” Despite Seungmin’s reactions Jeongin’s voice was laced with insecurity.

“Mhm.” Seungmin finally opened his eyes and Jeongin squirmed at the intensity of his gaze, trying not to think about how hard he’d gotten purely from Seungmin’s reactions. He hesitated a little in his motions, feeling his cheeks burning as his gaze stayed locked with Seungmin’s. Jeongin ran his tongue slowly around the tip of his cock, squeezing the base of it just a little more in his hand.

“You like taking your time.” Seungmin’s voice was just the tiniest bit breathy and that alone made Jeongin’s head spin.

“O-Oh, do I need to- sh-should I-”

Seungmin chuckled. “If you weren’t so flustered I’d think you were doing it on purpose. You can go as fast or as slow as you want. I’m enjoying it either way.”

Jeongin’s face burned and his heart did a horrible little skip at the praise. He elected to not think about why.

“G-Good,” Jeongin mumbled, finally breaking Seungmin’s gaze. He hesitated for a moment or two and he felt Seungmin’s grip loosen, fingers massaging his scalp soothingly until he relaxed a little, tongue darting out again. He left a few more teasing licks, a little longer and slower than before and focusing on the spots that drew groans from Seungmin. When his grip tightened in Jeongin’s hair again, a sign that he was feeling good, Jeongin mustered up more courage to take it one step further.

He tilted Seungmin’s cock a little more towards himself with his hand before bringing the tip between his lips, tongue teasing as he explored the new sensation slowly.

“Just like that,” Seungmin’s voice came out a little lower and rougher. Jeongin was happy that he was kneeling on the floor and Seungmin couldn’t see how embarrassingly hard he’d gotten when he hadn’t even been touched.

He focused on sucking lightly on the tip of Seungmin’s cock, tongue swirling around him. His hand pumped Seungmin’s cock shallowly as he shifted his gaze up to drink in Seungmin’s expression.

Small groans fell off his lips as he spread his legs a little wider and Jeongin wondered if it was on purpose or instinctive. His lips were parted so prettily. Jeongin found himself sucking a little more, thinking again about how soft Seungmin’s lips had felt against his, how nice the kisses were, how good his lips would feel on his-

A moan made its way out of Jeongin, muffled by the cock in his mouth. He had no time to think about his own embarrassment from the sound he was sure Seungmin could hear, too shocked by Seungmin suddenly bucking deeper into his mouth. It wasn’t rough by any means, but it was enough to startle Jeongin, nearly choking. He felt Seungmin tug much harder on his hair, pulling him back off his cock. Jeongin coughed a few times, catching his breath as Seungmin brushed his fingers through Jeongin’s hair gently.

“Sorry,” Seungmin mumbled. “It felt a little too good.”

“Really?” Jeongin couldn’t help but smile at the compliment.

Seungmin seemed to think for a moment before biting his bottom lip between his teeth and simply nodding, whatever else he was going to say staying buried in his heart.

“I’m glad it’s good.” Jeongin hummed.

“I’ll try not to do that so suddenly again,” Seungmin assured him.

Jeongin bit his lip for a moment, feeling shy again under Seungmin’s gaze. “I-Is there anything else I should be doing?”

“You’re doing just fine,” Seungmin hummed.

“But is there anything you want that I’m not doing?”

Seungmin tightened his grip in Jeongin’s hair and his heart stumbled over itself trying to keep a steady beat.

“Let me guide you.”

Jeongin let his lips fall open, dick twitching at the way Seungmin groaned for him. He brought his lips around his cock and felt the hand in his hair urging him down, taking a little more of the cock than he had before.

Without lingering too long Seungmin tugged gently on his hair, urging him back up and almost off his cock. And then back down again, this time taking just a little more. Jeongin let him set the pace, trying to match it with the hand pumping the base of Seungmin’s cock as he was urged to take a steadier and faster pace than he had before.

Groans were steadily falling from Seungmin’s lips now. Jeongin looked up through his lashes, taking in his pretty lips parted, eyes closed, and brow furrowed before he let his head fall back fully. His thighs trembled right next to Jeongin as his cock pulsed in Jeongin’s mouth. Jeongin found himself shifting, trying his best to focus on the task at hand but his painfully hard cock was begging for attention at this point.

Carefully, Jeongin shifted his free hand into his lap. He spread his legs just a little before pressing the heel of his palm down against his cock. Even if through his pants, the sensation was enough to make him moan around Seungmin’s cock.

He could feel the shift in Seungmin’s hips as he fought to keep himself from bucking forwards again as Jeongin hollowed his cheeks and he pulled back. The hand in his hair urged him to move more quickly as a few curses slipped past Seungmin’s lips. His voice was breathy and the sounds of heavy breaths mixed with those of Seungmin’s voice in a way that only made Jeongin feel hotter.

He tried his best to match the pace of every movement. His hand around the pace of Seungmin’s cock followed his mouth as he moved. His hand palming desperately at his own cock fell in line too and all of it, his own hand, every sound Seungmin let out, and the taste of pre-cum that was on his tongue, had his head spinning.

“Fuck, a little faster.”

Seungmin didn’t even need to say it, Jeongin was already picking up the pace. He squeezed his hand around the base of Seungmin’s cock harder, though he had less space as he tried his hardest to take as much of Seungmin’s cock as he could. His own body was tensing and he couldn’t hold back his own moans, though they were muffled unless they came as he nearly came off of Seungmin’s cock. Even then, he was quick to come back down each time, wanting more and more, wanting Seungmin to cum in his mouth.

“That’s- god- fuck-”

Jeongin couldn’t help the swell of pride at Seungmin’s lack of words. It also built his own desire higher, he could feel his own release building in the pit of his stomach, thighs tensing and heart racing. Seungmin’s grip in his hair tightened once more, but he wasn’t guiding Jeongin this time. Instead, he was seemingly just grounding himself as his high approached.

“Fuck- Innie- I-”

Seungmin didn’t manage his whole warning before he let out a loud moan and his hand held Jeongin still as cum shot into his mouth. He felt each string of hot cum land at the top of his throat and tasted it on the back of his tongue. Seungmin’s thighs were trembling around him as more and more cum filled his mouth and he swallowed as best as he could around Seungmin’s cock, earning a moan that was nearly whiny.

Finally, Seungmin let go of Jeongin. He sat back on his heels, lips hanging open and panting almost as much as Seungmin was. His tongue darted out, catching the little bit of Seungmin's release that had escaped his mouth just as Seungmin's eyes fluttered open. Jeongin could feel the heat rising on his cheeks but he hardly cared as his heart raced at the intensity of Seungmin's gaze, his chest heaving and fingers slowly releasing their grip on the sheets as he spoke breathlessly.

"So, do you need me to teach you anything else?"

#i love the dynamic i have made #they are so cute #and naturally i got carried away and planned more #stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #i.n. imagines #i.n. smut #jeongin imagines #jeongin smut #yang jeongin smut #seungmin imagines #seungmin smut #kim seungmin smut

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meshlasolus · 2 years

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House Of Memories (2/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: bullying, jealousy, fluff (more of young Obi-Wan being sweet)

Summary: Some of the other younglings in the Temple have bullied you for your abilities, but the council never sees it. Obi-Wan takes matters into his own hands.

A/n: This has also been in my drafts a while, but I decided to make some changes to it and the next chapter to ensure that it will end up where I want it by the time we get to the good stuff...

Words: 2.3k (getting longer I promise)

Gifted. From a young age the only way people would describe you was with that word. Since Obi-Wan and Qui Gon brought you to Coruscant, you'd begun your training as a youngling, and everyone saw your gifts with the force. Such a brilliant young mind, and yet, people somehow forgot how young you actually were. It was horribly hard when Master Yoda decided to move you into a group with older younglings. You were but six years old, and though your force abilities were great, the social repercussions had not been thought about, and therefore took a toll on you instantly.

The older younglings, though instructed time and time again to be kind, were flooded with jealousy. They couldn't handle the idea that one youngling was above all the rest, above them. They were still children after all, and though they still held innocent minds, they also held very gray shadows in their heads of what was wrong and right. They showed cruelty, and selfishness between every lesson, when the Masters were not looking.

You had been shoved to the ground more times than you can count. You were made fun of and belittled by boys four years older, which seemed pitiful on their part, looking back. They never seemed to get caught, and whenever you retaliated, using your force abilities, you were always sent to Master Windu to either be reprimanded, or for punishment. Normally when you were sad about these things, you would try and escape supervision so you could go find Obi-Wan. He always talked with you and made it better. Sometimes he sang with you a little song you both made up in your first month here. He was off world last you were told, and you didn't know when he would be back.

Sitting with your back against the wall, a tired Master watched over you in the hallway, while a meeting was being held inside the council room to decide whether or not you would continue your training. You were oblivious to this fact, however. For all the things they threw at you, allowing you to know something this important was not on their list.

You wanted desperately to know what they were saying about you behind those walls. It had to be about you, or they wouldn't have brought you here in the first place. You thought maybe it was just going to be another reprimand, or lecture of how violence against other younglings is wrong, and you seem to have been doing a lot of it, despite the warnings to stop. Then they sat you down here, telling you to wait, and you couldn't bear it any longer. The Master assigned to look after you had begun nodding off, clearly having had a long day already. Her eyes were dropping steadily, and you knew she wasn't paying any attention to you.

You did your best to mask your signature, before letting it enter the room to hear the conversation. It was fuzzy at first, and you weren't sure what to make of it. Some of the words were big, and you didn't understand them. Then came a sentence from Master Malli that you understood very well.

"We could very well return her to the planet she came from."

Fear racked your brain when you heard that. It didn't settle your nerves any less to hear Windu's response.

"It is not in her best interest to return her to a slave camp, however, if she is to be placed somewhere, it should be where she can do no harm. It is clear she harbors anger and aggression. Those two things don't mix well with powers of the force."

You withdrew your signature from the room immediately, panic beginning to rise up. You didn't understand, you were too young. You didn't know what these feelings you had were. Emotions flood out of you all at once, uncontrolled and flailing about.

You felt like you couldn't breathe. Your tummy turned like you were sick, and your head became fuzzy. You needed to get out of here.

You jumped up from your place against the wall, running like your life depended on it. You ran from hallway to hallway, taking turns you didn't know existed until now. Though you had been here for nearly three years now, it was quite evident that you hadn't been in every part of the temple.

You started crying about a minute into your endeavor, trying your best to mask your tears as you went rapidly. No one seemed to notice you going by, probably for the guard you put around your signature, that you had yet to let down. You didn't want anyone to know how afraid you were. Jedi were not supposed to be afraid. It was one of the teachings you remembered the most. Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, and hate leads to destruction. You couldn't help but be afraid, though. It was a scary thing, to realize you might be stripped from your home, to be taken from a place you've become comfortable in. You may never see your Masters again. You may never see Obi-Wan again. Of all the people you'd ever met, which wasn't many, you liked him the most. He was always nice to you, looking after you and talking to you when you were sad, and sang you your song to make you feel better. He let you sit by him in the library while he read the Jedi texts, listening to the words through his head. You would certainly be sad to never see him again.

You finally rounded a familiar corner, finding your place of solitude, and entering it quickly, before anyone could see you. You kept the guard up around your force signature, so that no one could find you, or make you leave.

The first thing Obi-Wan saw when he returned to the temple was mild hysteria among his colleagues. Master Qui Gon had immediate business to tend to in the city upon arrival, so Obi-Wan was on his own in walking along the hallways, trying to figure out what on earth could possibly be going on.

"What's happened here?" He approached the council, which had congregated again in the hallway. His tone was firm, eyebrows furrowed, as he hadn't learned the seriousness of the situation.

"We seem to have lost track of the youngling you brought back," Master Windu said, his voice thrashed from all the arguing he had done today. He never used your name, which put a slight itch under Obi-Wan's skin.

"What do you mean 'lost track of?'" Obi-Wan was a bit more alarmed of the situation but knew that perhaps you were hiding from the council again. He knew whatever he said in your defense didn't make a difference to them, still he always knew of your troubles with them.

"Run away, she has," Master Yoda chimed in this time, allowing Obi-Wan to greet him with a bow. "Find her we cannot."

Obi-Wan sighed, dropping his head momentarily as he thought to himself. He already knew where you were and figured he should probably say something.

"Have you checked the west wing library?" He suggested, a slight chuckle in his voice this time.

"Young Kenobi, we have checked every room, nook, and crevice of this temple. If she is here, she is shielding her signature so we cannot detect her presence. We have search teams venturing into the neighboring areas outside, just in case she got out. If she were to harm any citizens, it would end poorly," Windu replied. Obi-Wan couldn't help but grin at his description of violence by your hand. Like you were some horrible Sith Lord, capable of bringing a city to their knees. A literal six-year-old.

"She's not dangerous," he let out. He knew there was little he could say that would help, but he still couldn't believe Mace Windu thought of you as he did. It was ridiculous really.

"She could be if we don't find her. You are more in tune with her force signature than anyone here, and she trusts you. You need to start looking for her if we are to have any chance of a restful night this evening." Master Windu was exasperated from all of today's events, and it was evident in his tone. Obi-Wan figured the man might be horribly angry with you if he were to find you, so he would keep your location a secret for now, only until he could ask you what this was all about.

He left with a nod and a bow, going the direction he came, turning down the hallway that would lead him into the west wing.

When he arrived at the library, he passed the old archive shelves, making his way to the very back, where his favorite desk sat. It was by an old, unkept wall, and had very few other desks around it. He knew he was at the right place when he heard soft sniffles coming from the area. He knelt down by the old creaky wall panel, knocking three times before receiving a soft 'go away' for an answer.

His heart dropped at how sad you sounded. What had the council done this time to make you cry? Clearly it was bad enough since you were still hiding.

"It's just me," he said, sitting down and crossing his legs to wait.

The panel slid open only enough for you to peak your eyes through and see that it was, in fact, just him.

"You're back," You opened the panel all the way, letting him see that you'd been sitting curled up like this for probably the last few hours. How pitiful.

"I'm back," he said, using his cloak to wipe some of the tears and snot from your face. Your eyes were red and puffy, and you looked in complete disarray. "What's wrong?"

You tried to curl back into yourself, but he branched his signature out to you, and it was always so comforting, so you let it in, letting it relax you to an extent.

"They're going to send me away."

As soon as you said the words, your eyes filled with tears again, and he wasn't going to have any of that. He tried getting you out of the vent and into the chair by the desk, and you barely cooperated, but eventually you sat like he wanted you to.

"No one's going to send you away, I'm sure of it," he said gently, trying his best to calm you down. "Who said they would send you away?"

"I heard Master Windu and Master Malli talking about it, because they think I'm being mean to the other younglings."

He hated the way tears kept coming down your face, but he had to ask you more questions if he was to in any way console you.

"Little one, have you told Master Yoda how the other younglings treat you?" It was a simple enough question, yet you could not for the life of you find an answer.

You shook your head rapidly, choking out sobs he could barely stand to hear. He again wiped your face with his cloak, removing the stuck strands of hair from your face.

"Please don't cry, little one, I won't let them send you away. I promise," he said, trying his best to let his force guide yours to a sense of relief and calm. "Why don't we take some deep breaths?"

"Okay," you said, sniffling away some tears that were still remaining. You tried to breath in the way he was, overexaggerated with his shoulders raising so that you could see the gentle rhythm. It took a few tries, but you were starting to calm down. He started to smile, seeing that he had helped you a bit.

"See? No need to worry. I will talk with Master Yoda and see if I can do anything to sort this out," he wiped away one last stray tear that had stuck to your cheek, this time with the tip of his thumb.

"Obi?" Your voice was hoarse by now, but still as small and sweet as before.

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry for hiding again."

He chuckled once and stood up, helping you off the chair and taking your small hand, ready to lead you back to your room for the night.

"It's okay little one, but you may need to find a new spot, I think I gave this one away."

After making sure you were settled in bed and tucked in properly, Obi-Wan walked out to the hallway, seeing Master Yoda waiting for him upon his exit.

"Young Kenobi, a word I need with you," he began, walking slowly down the corridor while leaning on his crutch. "About the young one it is."

"Of course, Master."

"Your conversation in the archives, I was listening to," he continued, glancing at Obi-Wan with a pride of sorts. "Understand her troubles, I do."

"I wasn't aware you had heard," Obi-Wan was being honest. He hadn't meant for anyone to hear those words except you.

"Hmm," Yoda smiled, nodding along as they came to an open hallway. "Much to teach her, you have. Your padawan, she will one day be."

Obi-Wan felt a swell of happiness at the words. He was already sure that one day he would train you, because you were practically the only child he could ever stand to be around for more than a few minutes. Not to say he was bad with children, he just didn't understand them very well.

"I hope to be granted a chance at the trials within a few years, Master Yoda. Hopefully then I can begin her training. The only thing I am concerned over is her current situation."

The small green being chuckled at his enthusiasm. He didn't believe he'd seen young Kenobi so eager for anything in his life,

"Place her in her old age group, I will. Help to avoid the trouble, I hope it does."

And with that, he was off, hobbling around the corner and leaving Obi-Wan to venture back to his apartment in the temple. When he stumbled into the split complex after his usual time, he had some explaining to do to Master Qui Gon.

Tags: @spencerrxids @sawendel

#obi wan x padawan #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan x reader #obi wan series #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker smut #hayden christensen #ewan mcgregor

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zodiactalks · 1 month

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These Zodiac Signs Won’t Stop INTERRUPTING OTHERS

Learning to make a pause and listen to other people’s opinions is not always an effortless task to pursuit. Not everyone is as diplomatic and understanding, and most of us want to make our point and move on with our lives.

That’s why some individuals keep interrupting others, as they don’t have the patience to keep up with the conversation. And then some are very absent-minded and decide to jump into the conversation without further notice, getting on everyone else's nerves.

If you feel related to this scenario, read on and find out if your zodiac signs are on the list of the people that won’t stop interrupting others during their conversations:

#1. Aries

These are the most anxious and restless signs of all. They just can’t wait for the other person to finish their sentence, mainly if engaged in a heated discussion or a passionate conversation! These individuals get so fired up when talking about something they love that they can't help but bring out their already aggressive nature and interrupt whoever is speaking until everyone listens.

#2. Pisces

Pisces are far from overpowering and usually don’t engage in arguments or discussions. But when spending time with their friends sometimes end up interrupting every conversation. They disconnect to what’s currently happening and spend long minutes wandering around their imaginative mind! And as soon as they come back to planet Earth, they are eager to share their thoughts with their loved ones, interrupting them when they are talking.

#3. Gemini

The mind of a Gemini is like an endless labyrinth with all kinds of exciting ideas, brilliant opinions, and facts about very different topics. That’s why they are constantly interrupting everyone, no matter the conversation or the context.

These signs are so knowledgeable that they are eager to share their opinions, and the faster they can do it, the better! This attitude sometimes makes other people uncomfortable as they feel less clever when hanging around with Gemini. But at least they end up learning a lot of new things at the end of the day.

#4. Virgo

Virgos are not impatient nor confrontative, but they have a very sharp tongue and are not afraid to use it if someone talks about a sensitive topic. These signs usually prefer to keep their distance and shy away from long arguments. But they also have a fast way of thinking that can quickly disarm others during a confrontation. As a result, they will interrupt others if they feel offended and give them a taste of their own medicine.

#5. Leo

And then we have Leo, the king of the jungle and the one who’s always right! Or at least, that’s how they think the world should be. They don’t like when others confront their way of thinking and will rudely interrupt them just to show who’s in charge.

Of course, this is not the best feature of our leonine friends, and they are not very proud of it either. But when it comes to protecting their pride, they will go to great lengths to do so.

#Zodiac #Zodiac Signs #Zodiacs #zodiac facts #zodiacsign #astrology #astrology signs #Aries #Aquarius #Cancer #Capricorn #leo #libra #Gemini #virgo #Pisces #Sagittarius #taurus #scorpio

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batrachised · 1 year

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I have another theory to add to why people don't remember/like/care about Teddy and Emily/Teddy much. The ending to Emily's Quest is so bad (imo) from both a literary and an emotional standpoint that no one has any time or motivation to form any sort of attachment to them as a couple or Teddy, who has been largely absent in the book, as an individual.

(I say knowledgeably having read this series exactly once as an adult.)

I FINISHED MY REREAD so I feel I can answer this question.

I think you've hit the nail on the head. I went into the remaining books of the series expecting Teddy to finally talk - in emily climbs we have the graveyard scene where they nearly kiss at the beginning- and it just...never happened. I didn't count the number of times he spoke, or even the number of times Emily and him interacted, but they seemed fairly few. In fact, if I were to rank Emily's love interests by the amount of attention they receive, it would be:

Emily's writing

Dean

Teddy

(Perry should be above Teddy but he doesn't really count)

The books consistently present Emily's ambitions/passion as a competitor to love. Dean will be about to kiss her, or she'll nearly cross some similar threshold--and then she'll think of a story (and I love that for her, she reminds me so much of Pat and I'm curious to know if this happened to LMM lmao). Dean also figures prominently in these books and actually has conversations (does anyone else straight up not believe he'd be content with a corner in Emily's house? Lmm was very vague about the number of years at the end of Emily's quest, but I can't imagine it to be decades) with Emily.

Regarding the ending, I feel like it felt...almost random. Emily's pride combined with Mrs Kent being insane (how many animals has this woman poisoned??) results in a mostly passive conflict. Emily and Teddy don't fight--they don't speak. This follows a relationship which mostly consists of thinking about each other. The sharpest conflict we get is when Teddy says he hated the star that represented Emily, and it's one of the most potent scenes in the book!

teddy seems a lot of tell and not show. We get told he's gentle, but that mostly consistent of him not doing something (IE, putting up with his mother). We get told he's a brilliant artist, but unfortunately this doesn't translate easily through text, unlike Perry's tenacity and Ilse's aggressive vibrancy. I do think the detail of him putting Emily into every girl he draws is a nice touch! But it's just a touch. We get told by Ilse, a potentially unreliable source, that Teddy is selfish, but we never really see that at length. To be fair, I am brushing over a lot of plot details here where Emily watches teddy do something or teddy makes a choice (ie staying in Europe so forth), but as always with our Teddy Kent--most of those occur from a distance.

Genuinely, I feel like we got more details about who MARK GREAVES is as a person than Teddy Kent (for all Emily looked down on him, well, he reminded me of her hahahaha). From what we do see, Teddy seems interesting. He can read Emily very well. He understands Emily's ambitions. He has a similar keen artistic sense. But again, a lot of these details are told to us, not shown.

That's what leads up to the ending of Teddy being left at the altar--which, again, we don't get to see his reaction on screen--then Emily basically being very depressed for years, and then him randomly returning. I don't know if you ever read the Pat series, but the ending here is actually very similar. A near absent hero returns after making his artistic name in far distant lands and BAM the couple is together, despite very little interaction in the book. Especially with Emily, I feel like there's a missing scene in between them not speaking for years and them basically immediately being like we do love each other. At the least, a sentence where Emily hesitates because of her pride would have added some texture. I'll end by saying all of this is obviously personal preference - I tend to not enjoy the dreamy artist love interests in the first place, so obviously I'm biased. But I do wish we had seen more of Teddy on screen, and Teddy engaging with Emily. I think the conflict of the third book was silence, and in being silence, it felt empty.

#emily of new moon #lm montgomery #Teddy kent

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aphroditelovesu · 2 months

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Part 1 of my thoughts:

In the first sentence alone I can tell you have a large knowledge of words, the use of “agitated” “pulsating” and “incessantly” reminds me of when I use to have to look up words to try and replace smaller more common words. The language you use in all of your writings (and I have read MANY of them) always makes yours stories so captivating. The story of king Nebuchadnezzar II and his wife is so cute! Him having an entire building made because she was homesick and he wanted to make her happy is so sweet! They’re really setting the standards high. I love how detailed you got when describing the hanging gardens too, I actually don’t know much about the hanging gardens and it was very interesting to learn a bit about the water system. The introduction of Darius made me know something crazy was going to happen. The relationship between Darius and Bessus is so entertaining. Darius calling Bessus detestable and Bessus clearly getting amusement from Darius’s stress really shows that they’re family, it just gives such sibling vibes in a way. Our introduction to Darius! I love getting praise from people who haven’t even met us❤️. Darius being so hesitant to kidnap us makes me think that he’s probably gonna have a somewhat civil maybe even nice relationship with us. Maybe he’ll kind of take us under his wing since we’re pregnant and a useful hostage. Also Darius telling Bessus not to hurt us was so hpwnwid and you adding “lethal” in there as a way to really make him sound serious was BRILLIANT! Darius calling his servant(I think it was a servant but it could have been a soldier or someone else sorry) to use him to calm down is so fun because we know Roman’s were not straight, especially when men had to go off for war. I really like how sympathetic you made us seem for the women but also not in a way that was stupid. We feel bad and wish it didn’t have to be like this but we also know what it’s the Roman age and certain things are inevitable BUT we also are willing to use the power that we have over Alexander (even if it isn’t much right now and if we aren’t even very aware of it) to help fellow women. You really make us seem like a relatable and genuinely good hearted person, we aren’t too good to where it’s unrealistic but also not bad to where we are a villain(tbh I haven’t seen anything so far that suggest we are or will be a bad person. Unless you count our whole situation with Perdicass I guess but to me that was just more unfortunate and sad) I LOVE the part where Sisygambis mistakes Hephaestion as the king and Hephaestion is just like 😳. I’m glad Alexander didn’t get upset, shows he has some humor and patience. I wonder what he meant when he said Hephaestion was also Alexander? Again I love the way we are introduced. This is our first time reading our girl being presented as queen and clearly Alexander isn’t shy about us which I love. I wonder if we told the women it wasn’t necessary to bow because we still feel like how we did in the other world? Maybe not physically and even a little mentally but mostly we still feel like a regular person and haven’t completely processed the fact that we have status now. I enjoyed her saying that though It really reminds me of shows where when someone gets a lot of power all of a sudden (like in reign for example) and their friends try to bow but they don’t let them because they want to be treated normal and as if they aren’t better than everybody by someone. We’ve hit the pregnancy arc! I can’t wait to read about not only ours but Alexander and the generals reactions to the news once it is confirmed. I feel sad for my girl that Perdicass is distancing himself from us. I understand why to be honest. It sounds like one of those situations where one person just can’t handle seeing the other being happy without them or really just seeing them at all while knowing they can’t be together. Us not willing to risk getting closer to Perdicass because we might be pregnant just reminded me that Alexander is going to get married to other women (obviously we will still be his favorite/#1)

I always look for new words, both in English and Portuguese, when writing so I don't repeat words so much. This was a tip I received from a teacher years ago. I'm glad you noticed that! :)

I love the story of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon! Even though there are no records that it actually existed, I find the story fascinating and wanted to share it with you! And talk a little about its engineering, why not? 🥰

Darius and Bessus have a complicated relationship. I kind of based it on what I have with one of my sisters, but we love each other. It will be explored further, especially Darius' future interactions with our girl! And yes, he will be kinder to her and treat her well. Not only is she a powerful hostage but she is pregnant and Darius doesn't want to hurt her.

Yes! Unfortunately that was the reality and although we can't change it, our girl can try to do something. This interaction between Hephaestion and Sisygambis is one of my favorite moments in the story! And the best thing is knowing that it really happened! It shows a fun side to Alexander and the extent of his relationship with Hephaestion.

Alexander is proud to show off his Queen and will do so to anyone if he gets the chance. She is still a normal girl, a Queen, but she still has her origins within her and finds it strange to have people bowing down to her.

Her relationship with Perdiccas has really changed, but maybe things will get better. Or maybe not... 👀

#ask #❤️

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hii after watching gose “ego” i got this cute idea of a wonwoo imagine where he and the reader go to a haunted maze at like horror nights or something, and the reader is terrified but wonwoo isn’t and takes the lead and protects the reader from the scare actors. lots of fluff thank uuuuu :3

complete | j. ww.

pairing: wonwoo x g.n. reader genre: fluff warnings: they go inside a haunted maze, but nothing descriptive word count: 730+

💌: hey anon! i apologize this took a while. i’m sorry as well if this doesn’t live up to your expectations :’( but as i have mentioned from a previous ask, we are going to try again! thank you for your continuous support! i hope you enjoy this <3

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“I’m going to make today perfect, I promise.”

Wonwoo is really sweet, meanwhile you, you’re terrified.

Your relationship with Wonwoo is pretty young and fresh, as they call it. The two of you only been going out for a few months. But, those few months have been nothing but warm and loving and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Even today, even though your willpower is being tested as he decided to go out on a date at the town’s fair. Nothing is wrong with his idea. In fact, it’s completely fine. It’s just that your boyfriend is absolutely fearless and he’s nothing but excited to go to the murder mystery solving maze with you. Nothing thrills him more than using his brains. His brain is brilliant and without a doubt, you love it as much as he does.

You could have said no, yes. But how could you when it’s everything he has been looking forward to. How could you when his eyes are so bright and smile so dashing when he promised to you. Just how!

That’s why you are here now, standing in front of the grim entrance of the maze as your loving boyfriend paid for the tickets. The design and the props hanging around are a sight to behold. It’s just red. Dark and deep red. The terrifying music is the cherry on top. You’re just going to hope he doesn’t get disappointed when all you can contribute to solving whatever crime is at the maze is your screams as you run away from the scary actors.

“Ready?” Wonwoo smiles, grasping your hands in his.

You swallow the lump at the back of your throat and try to mirror his smile. “Ready.”

The first few steps inside were oddly calm, although eerie. You grip Wonwoo’s hand like your life depended on it. Your senses are heightened at this moment and it’s taking everything in you to hold your screams. Screaming way too much is already embarrassing enough what more that you can’t concentrate and solve the mystery.

You stick close to Wonwoo like glue as he holds the flashlight and goes through the clues. You try reading them just like what he’s doing already, but you give up altogether as you don’t understand a single thing, your cohesive thoughts clouded by fear.

Meanwhile, your boyfriend just chuckles while holding the puzzle of clues together. “This is easy.”

“Really?” You ask, both impressed and disbelieving. “Then let’s solve this quickly and get out of he–”

You don’t finish your sentence and just immediately hide behind Wonwoo as the scary actors one by one come out unexpectedly, running after the two of you. It’s nothing for Wonwoo, only holding your hand again as he sprints. And yes, he didn’t forget about the clues. And yes, he has the audacity to giggle.

Giggle!

Wonwoo pulls you inside a vacant room as the actors retreat, finally done with their part as the two of you move to the next step. You’re panting and trying to catch your breath despite the fast thumping of your heart.

“You okay?” Wonwoo asks, concern lacing his tone. He holds your face up, gentle eyes searching yours. You could cry because of how sweet he really is.

“Would you get mad if I tell you right now that I can’t do this?” You ask and you’re not going to lie, your lips are trembling.

Wonwoo frowns. But, not the type of frown that’s showing he’s disappointed. Instead, his eyebrows are furrowed as if to tell you he’s worried and he’s sorry. He shouldn’t be! You’re the one who’s supposed to, ruining the fun and all.

“Oh baby,” he whispers and cradles your head to his firm chest. “You should have told me earlier.”

“I know,” you mumble, snuggling close to his warm chest. “I just wanted you to have fun.”

Wonwoo pulls away a little and smiles, finding you adorable. He pecks your forehead while his hands caresses your cheeks. “I can’t be the only one having fun, though?”

“Well,” you say, playing with the drawstrings of his hoodie. “I thought I could join in with your fun.”

Your boyfriend could only laugh before hugging you and kissing the top of your head.

“Uh, excuse me?” You flinch at the unfamiliar voice and bury your whole face against Wonwoo’s chest again. “Your time is up and unfortunately, you failed to solve the mystery.”

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valdomarx · 1 year

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Interlude. Tensimm, enforced domesticity.

Time is a strange thing to a Time Lord. It doesn’t pass unseen, or flow in one direction like a river. Rather it meanders and turns, twisting in deep wild eddies of what is and what once was and what could be. A Time Lord does not move through time but is submerged in it; like a grain of silt washed back and forth by ever-changing tides in the vastness of the ocean.

It’s hard to convey duration in a way that other species understand. The Doctor has been here, in this time bubble, for an amount of time that could be called weeks, but is more accurately measured in nanoseconds. Outside the bubble’s perimeter the Cybermen are advancing, dragging their metal chassis toward the cottage, but approaching so slowly that they appear immobile. Within the bubble, time stretches and pulls like toffee.

It was a fine plan, under the circumstances. The Cybermen had caught them by surprise, but the cottage had belonged to an engineer and there was a workshop with enough spare parts to build a defense. There just hadn’t been enough time — hence the time bubble. Time inside the bubble to design and construct and resist while outside, time slowed to a crawl.

It was a fine plan, but it had not been the Doctor’s plan. In the cottage’s basement workshop the Master has a pile of components and a tack welder, and the arching, sniping sound of electrical current pops through the air. It had been his plan, and he’d pulled the Doctor in to help him. The fact that the Cybermen only knew their location because the Master had been trying to manipulate them too was to be expected, frankly.

Recriminations are of no use, and whatever his many sins, the Master is an excellent engineer. If one must be trapped in a time bubble and need to come up with a technological defense against encroaching legions of cybernetic killing machines, then the Master was someone who could be relied upon to both be brilliant and to unscrupulously save his own skin.

The Doctor stares past the Cybermen and toward the Tardis, perched atop a nearby hill. She’s out of his reach for now, but it’s comforting to see her there all the same. She, at least, will always wait for him.

“Doctor!” The sharp sound of the Master’s voice carrying out of the basement makes him instinctively straighten up, bracing himself to fight or to run or to have his hearts broken once again. “Get down here and hold this regulator in place, will you?”

The basement workshop is dim and cramped but bustling with activity. As well as the Master with his welder, there’s a table of bubbling substances in test tubes heated by a burner and an array of tools on a wheeled cart which floats a few inches off the ground. More efficient that way, the Master had said with a wild grin.

Dealing with Cybermen is easy. They’re ruthless and cruel but not complicated, and their robotic components are vulnerable to strong pulses of electromagnetism. They just need to build an EMP to knock them out.

The complexity is getting the settings right. They need to find just the right wavelength to disable all the Cybermen at once, and they can’t test their work from within the time bubble. So it’s a slow, painstaking process of adjusting for different frequencies and testing the results on different compounds and materials.

It could take weeks, but the Doctor is quietly enjoying this. He’s always loved to watch the Master work, to see that remarkable mind fully trained on a problem, and it’s nice to have someone keep up with him for once.

When he’s working a circuit board he only needs to say, “Could you pass me the-” before the tool he needs is already in his hand. They bounce ideas off each other and finish each other’s sentences, and there’s a bubbling joy of shared excitement at a challenge coming in to focus.

One time, he’s concentrating on carefully striping a set of tiny wires when the Master needs to squeeze past him in the small space. “Scuse me,” he says, and puts his hands on the Doctor’s waist to gently move him aside, like he’s just another object in the workshop like that silly levitating trolley.

Being handled so casually makes heat crawl up the back of the Doctor's neck and he swears as he slips and cuts straight through the wires he was working on.

Each evening, the Doctor goes out to the hill next to the cottage and looks up at the sky. There’s work to be done here, but always there’s the itching urge to move on, to explore, to run. He’s pressed down with a kind of guilt about his absence from the world, even if no time is passing for people outside the bubble. Time is passing for him, and that feels like an unearned indulgence.

One night the Master comes to join him. He stands nearby, unspeaking. Something almost like peace settles between them.

The Doctor looks over. “You’re different here. Calmer. I envy you that.”

The Master flops down next to him in the grass. “There is something about this place.” He picks at a leaf of clover. “The drums are quieter here.” Here with you, he doesn’t say, but the Doctor hears it all the same.

He ends up lying in the grass, his head in the Doctor’s lap. The Doctor idly plays with his hair as they gaze up at the stars.

“Over there.” The Doctor points to a star just visible over the glow of the horizon. “That’s Thenestra. Beautiful place. There’s a planet orbiting so close to its star that carbon evaporates into clouds and it rains diamonds. Sparkling gems falling from the sky like a waterfall, and the light is refracted over and over so every surface is covered in rainbows.”

“That close to a star, the radiation must be off the charts.” The Master is smiling slightly.

“Well. Yeah. The place will kill you stone dead if you stay there for more than 20 seconds, even with the protection fields.” He winds a strand of the Master’s hair around one finger. “It’s still beautiful though.”

A pause. A soft breeze ruffles the grass.

“Up there,” the Master indicates a star overhead. “There’s a planet called Arcking. It’s in the middle of a war zone and the entire planet is a hospital. Death all around them, and yet people there spent their time healing others. Even if it’s futile. Even if they couldn't fix anything, they kept trying anyway." He frowns. "It was an interesting place.”

“Was? Why, what happened to it?”

The Master coughs. “Since we’re getting on so well, best not spoil the mood with too many questions, yeah?”

The Doctor sighs. This would be easier if he weren’t a little bit charmed every time. “Come on then. Let’s go to bed.”

The Master waggles his eyebrows and grins. “About time we got to that.”

“Oi! Cheeky.” The Doctor flicks his ear and fights back a blush. He’s 900 years old, and he is not going to be caught blushing. “I meant we should sleep.”

Sleep isn’t a strict necessity for Time Lords, but going without it too long is unpleasant. He brushes a thumb along the lines on the Master’s forehead. “You look exhausted.”

“Yeah, and you look like shit too.” It would be a more convincing insult if the Master wasn’t still nestled in his lap, gazing up at him with eyes crinkled softly around the edges.

They spend the night pressed together in the too-small bed, a mess of tangled limbs and matching heartsbeats, and the Doctor sleeps better than he has in years.

They've been living off the cottage's vegetable patch, but the interminable meals of stew are starting to wear thin.

One morning the Doctor walks into the kitchen and stops dead in his tracks. The Master is at the counter, surrounded by bowls and flour dust and jugs of water, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, kneading a lump of dough. It is such a staggeringly incongruous sight that he's struck dumb.

The Master glances over his shoulder and rolls his eyes. “Don’t gape. You look like an idiot.”

He shakes himself. “How do you know how to do that?”

The Master scoffs. “I’m one of the finest minds the Time Lords ever produced. I’m the scourge of time and space, feared across the known universe." He goes back to kneading. "I think I can handle bread.”

Drawn forward like a magnet, the Doctor puts his hands on the Master’s hips and rests his chin on his shoulder. He watches the way the dough is pulled and stretched, the way the Master’s hands press and fold and roll. He’s seen those hands inflict unimaginable cruelties, but he’s also seen them create things of staggering beauty. Perhaps this time, the outcome could be different.

There's a spot, just below the ear. On every regeneration, in every body, the Master has always been sensitive right there. The Doctor knows this from countless previous mistakes, each of which he had told himself would be the last.

Now, he turns his head to brush his lips across that patch of skin, soft as a whisper. The Master barely moves, all cool composed control, but the Doctor knows him well enough to notice the way his hands stutter fractionally and the way his breath hitches.

Time stretches further, even within this dilation field, like two possible outcomes are balancing on the blade of a knife.

The next thing he knows the Master has spun around and is yanking him closer still, hands in his hair, residue of dough from his fingertips smearing at his temples, kissing him with ravenous greed. He gets bent over the kitchen counter and while there’s a cursory voice in his head saying he shouldn’t be doing this, not again, he knows that in truth he was always ending up here, and that he will always end up back here in the future, that time won’t change this raging heat between them or ever dull it.

While he's getting fucked he scrabbles uselessly at the work surface and the Master leans forward, covers his hand with his own, and threads their fingers together. When the Doctor reaches out telepathically, their minds slot together just as neatly, and he's hit by a rush of heat and possessiveness and snarling hunger. In the cracks between the emotions, hints of something much bigger and deeper and nameless gleam through.

He ends up with flour smudged all over his chest and across his cheek, and gluey dough mixture under his fingernails which he can’t seem to get rid of no matter how much he picks at it.

It’s surprisingly easy to settle into a rhythm: they work, and they fuck, and the Doctor tends to the vegetable garden while the Master prepares their meals. The Doctor feels like he has never spent so long in one place, and while his itchy feet are calling him to travel onward there’s also a comfort in knowing what each day will hold.

He doesn’t have the chance to get bored before it’s over. They finish the EMP, and test it as best they can. It should knock out every Cyberman within half a mile, and they can just walk away. Neither of them acknowledges it out loud, but they both spend more time tweaking and fiddling and testing and re-testing the system than is necessary even after it’s clear that the work is complete.

Eventually, there are no more tests to run. They sit by the kitchen hearth with mugs of tea and plan out their escape down to the last detail.

“I suppose that’s it then.” The Doctor picks at the rim of his mug. “We’ll set off the EMP first thing tomorrow. It’ll shatter the time bubble and we can leave.”

The Master doesn’t look at him. “And then?”

He shrugs one shoulder. “And then we go our separate ways.” The Master has his own Tardis stashed somewhere nearby. He’ll be fine. It’s for the best.

The fire crackles and pops, loud in the quiet of the evening.

“We could stay.” The Master’s eyes flick over toward him before darting back to the flames. He’s furtive, almost guilty. “We could stay here, just for a while longer.”

A silence stretches for an uncomfortably long beat. Because the Doctor can picture it: this life, this placid haven, just the two of them. The cherries in the garden are almost ready to be harvested, and they could bake them in sticky sweet pies. There’s a stack of sketchbooks in the basement and he could draw while the Master tinkers in the workshop.

They could shut out the whole world and recede into each other.

But that’s not his life and it never could be. He needs to travel, to see the universe, to help people and to make himself useful where he can. (Just another word for running away, a voice in his head reminds him.) Because without that, what is he?

“We can’t,” he says eventually. I can’t, is what he means.

Something cold and hard like concrete slams down across the Master’s face, and the walls go back up. “I’d probably end up sick of your righteous carping and have to kill you anyway,” he snaps, as if that’s remotely convincing. Whatever it takes to salve his wounded pride.

The Doctor wants to reach out, but the distance between them seems too great now. He flexes his fingers around his mug instead. “It was something, though, wasn’t it? This place. The people we were here.” He stares into the fire. Consuming and unpredictable and dangerous, but luminous too.

“Yeah.” The Master slumps back in his seat. “It was something.”

#doctor who #thoschei #tensimm #my writing #fic amnesty #i am at my most self indulgent here and i make no apologies

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lily-janus · 10 months

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Brothers, am I right?

Summary: a classic fight between a hero and a villain takes a rather... interesting turn.

Pairings: platonic Loceit, platonic Analogical

Warnings: guns, weapons, death mentions, violence (not very destcrictive), rivalry, blood mention.

Word count: 3,185

For day 2 of @loceitweek Masks/Chalk.

This is a fun superhero AU I felt like writing^^ hope you enjoy!

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Logan has fought many villains ever since he decided to use his powers for the greater good, in order to honor the memory of his late father.

But Logan won't be exaggerating when he said that Deceit was the worse one by far.

It's not that he was more powerful or smarter than his past enemies. No, he met Deceit at his best for the most part in those regards. What made him the worse villain Logan ever fought was simple, he could figuratively get under Logan's skin with nothing more than a single sentence.

It drove Logan crazy! They don't even know anything about each other's true identity and personal lives! And yet, it always seems as though Deceit can read him like Logan would easily read a book.

But, this time, Logan was determined not to let his sneaky way with words distract him. This time, Logan can't afford the mess up.

Because Deceit has decided to mess with forces he doesn't seem to understand, and Logan was the only one who can stop him.

It all started when he got an emergency signal from his - what would movies like to call - 'man in the chair', his scientist friend, Virgil.

He always helped Logan with either, figuring out his rival's next moves, making him useful gadgets, or simply just being a good friend and company to be around.

Logan always had a great appreciation for his intelligence and the brilliant way he tackled problems which allowed him to create some of the most unique weapons Logan has ever seen.

…just don't tell him any of that, every time Logan does it makes him uncomfortable even though these were merely facts.

Logan tasked Virgil with figuring out Deceit's next move, hoping he could finally be a few steps ahead of the sneaky villain.

So, when he got the emergency signal from him, he wasted no time and rushed towards their secret base fo find out what Virgil discovered.

"I received your signal, what is he planning to do?" Logan asked as soon as he stepped out of the elevator and caught sight of his friend.

Virgil was pacing and fidgeting with his lab coat, all signs of his clear distress, it must be bad then.

Upon hearing Logan's voice, Virgil froze in place and turned to look at him, biting his bottom lip idly. "It's… it's bad Logan, really really bad. I… I don't think anyone even tried something like that before… there's no telling what-"

"Virgil." Logan cut him off gently when he noticed Virgil started mattering to himself and spiraling deeper into his panic. "Slow down and tell me what you learned."

Virgil nodded, taking a deep breath, "somehow… Deceit found a way to take away powers… you know, turn them off."

Logan took his time to process that, it was the last thing he'd expected to hear from Virgil… and he wasn't sure how to respond.

"...how exactly is he planning to do that?" Logan settled on at the end.

Virgil went to his computer and typed a bit before projecting an image through the projector.

It looked like plans for some sort of weapon. "A machine that turns off powers?" Logan asked, just to be sure.

Virgil nodded, "it seems to be some kind of laser ray that alters the neurons in your body." He explained.

"Do we know what will happen for someone with powers if those would get taken away like that?" Logan asked next, as he examined closely the plans Virgil was projecting onto the wall.

"Yes… in theory at least. As I said, it's never been so much as experimented, all we have are scientific assumptions." Virgil said, starting to pace again to burn some of his nervous energy. "People with powers, like you, Logan. Their bodies work differently than those without. Studies show that the very basics of functions in your bodies rely on the powers you were born with." He stopped for a bit, letting that sink in a little.

"So taking the powers away, or turning them off…" Logan pieced it together out loud

"Could very much have the same effect as losing blood, or a heart… it could mean death, Logan." Virgil finished for him, and the gravity of the situation was finally fully realized for Logan.

Logan swallowed, "I have to stop him, do we know if he completed the weapon yet?"

Virgil shook his head with a grimace, "we don't know for sure where he is in the process of making this weapon, but I did manage to find out where he's building it. You're gonna have to sneak in there and destroy it before he gets a chance to use it." He explained.

Logan nodded, he was fairly certain that Deceit didn't know… or didn't care about what kind of damage his machine can cause, and it was up to Logan alone to make sure it doesn't get used. He can do this… he has to.

"Okay, send me the coordinates and I'll be on my way-" he started saying, but Virgil cut him off with a light chuckle.

"Hold your horses there, mister Save-The-Day, you're not seriously about to go to the snake's lair unarmed, are you?" Virgil said with slight amusement.

Logan blushed in embarrassment, how could he forget something as basic as taking a weapon to a fight?

"...right, of course, that was… what I was about to say as well." Logan said in hopes of keeping his compuser.

Virgil rolled his eyes, "sure you did, Specs. Anyway, I prepared your usual weapon belt," Virgil walked to a table a few feet away from them with various devices and lifted a belt with Logan's most preferable choice of weapons and handed it to him. "And take this, my newest invention, it should paralyze anyone within 10 feet of the user for about 30 minutes. It should give you enough time to destroy the machine if you were to get caught."

Virgil threw him what looked like a clicker of some kind, he raised an eyebrow at Virgil, "should? Are you using me as your figurative lab rat again?"

Virgil shrugged, "how else am I going to test my newest weapons? You don't want me using innocent people and get arrested, do you?"

Logan knew by now that Virgil was just being sarcastic, but the mental image still bothered him a little. "Fair point, thank you, Virgil, I couldn't ask for a better friend." Logan offered him a slight smile.

Virgil fidgeted in place uncomfortably, blushing, "...just don't die, okay?"

"I don't think I would be given much choice in the matter-"

"Logan!" Virgil protested.

"Okay, sorry, I won't die today, I promise to do everything in my power to prevent that." Logan relented and he could see the relief in Virgil as his shoulders slumped and he nodded.

"Good… good luck out there… and punch that snake in the face for me!" Virgil called after him as he left.

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He arrived at the location Virgil sent him and saw an abandoned warehouse.

Cautiously, he moved inside, being wary of traps or cameras Deceit might have installed.

His powers allowed him to hear others thoughts as well as moving things with his mind and turning invisible, which was what he did now in case someone was watching the place.

There was nothing in the first floor, as far as Logan could tell, so he went up the stairs to the next. They were a bit squeaky, though, and Logan looked around frantically, hoping no one noticed.

When nothing happened, he continued on his way.

Now this floor looked more like Logan expected, different tools and machinery scattered about on tables, and when he reached the center, there was a large object covered in a white sheet.

Watching his steps and looking around carefully, Logan walked closer to what seemed to be the machine Virgil was telling him about.

Something felt off, though, it was too easy and obvious, it felt more like…

He stepped back at just the right moment before a net shot from the ground where he'd been standing and hang in the air.

A trap.

"Aww, you're no fun, I almost had you." He heard a familiar, sleek voice and turned around to find Deceit smirking at him.

He was wearing his usual yellow, snake skin, suit, with his mask that covered his entire face and only left the mouth, nose and eyes exposed. Half of the mask had scales in it, while the other was plain yellow.

"Deceit, this time you went too far." Logan hissed.

Deceit clicked his tongue, shaking his head, "oh Logic, Logic, Logic. That is what you always say. You really need to learn what fun means." He chuckled, walking slowly closer to Logan.

"I know what fun means, Deceit, it does not include hurting and killing people." Logan said angrily in response, "this machine that you're building can do irreversible damadge! Did you think about that? Or do you not really care?"

Deceit shrugged, "people die all the time anyway, so why aren't I allowed to have some fun out of it huh? Tell me." He smiled a sinister smile.

Logan growled in frustration, "you're not listening!"

"Well you're not captivating your audience." He rolled his eyes, "really, Teach, it's like you're not even trying to sound convincing."

Logan shook his, trying to get Deceit out of his head, trying to focus on his mission. Get in, destroy the machine, get out.

He turned invisible again and dashed towards the machine, pulling out his laser gun from his belt and preparing to shoot it at the device under the sheet.

But, as his first shot hit it… it vanished into smoke, together with the tables with tools.

An illusion.

But, by the time he turned around to face Deceit again, it was too late. Deceit had already pulled out his own gun and was pointing it directly at him.

"Surely you don't think I'm stupid enough to leave my toys laying around where every hero can walts in and ruin them?" Deceit said, amused.

Logan wanted to hit himself, of course he wouldn't… such a foolish oversight in his part, it was too obvious for someone as sneaky.

"Now, be a good boy and drop your gun if you please." Deceit drawled, sounding a lot more satisfied by the situation than Logan would have liked.

Gritting his teeth, Logan let go of his laser gun and kicked it towards Deceit, this was not looking good for him, he needs a new plan. But Deceit made it so hard for him to think!

"There we go, now that's much better, isn't it?" Deceit snikered, continuing to mock Logan.

Logan closed his eyes. This was it, he was about to break his promise to Virgil, he was going to die.

"Take off your mask." Deceit ordered instead of shooting.

Logan opened his eyes slowly to stare in surprise at the villain in front of him, "what?"

Deceit rolled his eyes, "I know you heard me, c'mon, you might not be the brightest but surely you're not deaf too?" He raised an eyebrow.

Logan swallowed, trying to figure out Deceit's objective here. "W-why?"

"I believe I'm the one with the gun here, I ask the questions, Logic. Take it off." Deceit said, sounding impatient.

Seeing no other choice, Logan grabbed the edges of his mask and slowly pulled it off, being careful around his glasses.

He didn't understand the situation, what could Deceit gain from this? Deceit never did anything if it wasn't in his own best interests. But only seeing Logan's face won't reveal his true identity. Not right away at least… unless they know each other without knowing it… could Deceit have found out something about Logan's true identity?

No… that's impossible… right?

Deceit drew a shaky breath as Logan tossed his mask aside.

"Impossible…" he mattered to himself, "how is this possible?" His hands started to shake around his gun, "L-Logan?" He asked with a sob.

Logan frowned, "do I… know you?" He tried hard to recognize Deceit's voice from his civilian life but nothing came to mind… What's going on here?

"You don't remember… of course you don't, they loved playing with our minds since we were kids…" Deceit continue to matter nonsense and Logan tried desperately to make sense of it.

Who's they? Play with our minds? His parents had mind manipulation powers but they'd never… would they?

"What are you talking about? W-who are you?" Logan asked, confused. Deceit was acting… strange, could this just be another one of his tricks? But for what? He already had Logan unarmed and unmasked, why would he need to trick him?

Deceit moved his hand and Logan flinched, thinking he's going to shoot him after all. But all he did was remove his own mask.

Underneath was a massive scar covering the left side of his face, one of his eyes were green while the other was chocolate brown, and he was looking at Logan with such longing and sadness that had Logan frozen to the spot.

"My name is Janus, I got kidnapped 15 years ago and was presumed dead ever since… I didn't think I had any family left… I barely escaped and have just been trying to survive ever since." Dece- Janus, explained, then lowered his gun with a sigh. "Logan… I'm your brother."

Logan shook his head frantically, "that's not possible, I'm an only child." He insisted, none of it made sense!

Janus let out an empty chuckle, shaking his head, "no, Logan, don't you get it? Our parents erased your memories of me." He countered, "they arranged for me to get kidnapped! They never approved of me, they thought my powers were too villainous, they were afraid of me…" he trailed off with another sigh, "who am I kidding? You're not going to believe a word I say…" he covered his face with his hand.

Logan thought briefly about escaping, Janus wasn't pointing his gun at him anymore and he was clearly deranged… but, a spark of curiosity at this strange behavior kept him where he was. Plus… there was something familiar about Janus… something he couldn't explain.

"...can you prove it?" Logan asked after a while of consideration.

Janus removed his hand from his face and stared at Logan with a spark of hope in his mismatched eyes, "what?"

"Can you prove we're related? …that you're my brother?" He couldn't believe he was asking that but, as crazy as Janus' story sounds… what kind of scientist would he be if he didn't at least test it out?

"Is our resemblance not enough?"

Ah, there's a familiar tone from the guy he's been fighting for the past few months, joking.

But Logan looked closely anyway, there wasn't anything he found to be very similar about their features and the massive scar on half of Janus' face wasn't helping…. But, his eyes.

One of them an earthy green, like Logan's… like his mother. And the other… the other a warm, chocolaty brown… like Logan's dad.

"No… it's a start though." Logan said as he continued to inspect the man in front of him, "anything more?"

Janus laughed lightly, shaking his head, "always so serious…" he thought for a moment, "well, I know you were always way too smart for your own good, you have a weird and pretty entertaining habit of taking things too literally, Agatha Christie is your favorite author… should I continue?"

Logan swallowed, shaking his head, "you could have learned that from Virgil somehow, tell me something only my brother would know and maybe I'll take your story into consideration." He tried desperately to keep his composure but the possibility of him having a long lost brother was… bothersome.

Janus sighed, "well, how about this then, I know that, deep down, you never wanted to be a hero."

The words seemed to hit Logan like a punch to his gut and he tensed, looking wide eyed at Janus. "N-no… you're wrong! I chose this path I-"

"Did you? Or did our parents make you think that this was the only path you can choose? I know you, Logan. We would often talk about it. You expressed to me your desire to simply live your life, instead of carrying the world's weight on your shoulders… you don't believe in heroes and villains, you never did." Janus insisted, walking slowly closer as he talked.

Logan was frozen to the spot… he never told anyone that… there's no way Janus could have found out… could he have simply guessed it? No, it's too accurate for a guess… but how?

"I… never told anyone… not even Virgil… how did you.." the words got stuck in his throat, this can't be true! But at the same time… it has to be true to make sense…

He didn't realize how close Janus got until he felt the light touch of his hand on his shoulder, Janus was smiling softly at him. "I missed you so much, Logan."

Logan pulled away slightly, just enough so he could feel like he could breathe again. "Hold on a moment… what about all this?" He gestured towards Janus' costume and where they were right now, "the damage you caused? The people you hurt?"

Janus raised an eyebrow, "name one person I actually killed or hurt beyond recovery. I told you, I'm just trying to survive, I'm supposed to be dead so can't really have a job, being a hero doesn't really pay and brings too much attention… The villain act was the only thing I could think of, it also helped a bit with the boredom." He laughed slightly, shrugging.

Logan narrowed his eyes, "and what about the weapon you're building?"

Janus waved dismissively, "a ruse to get you here, fed Virgil some incorrect information, wasn't hard. You were gaining on me too much and I just wanted to know who you are to get some advantage… didn't expect you to be my little brother though…" he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

"I see…" was all Logan can think of saying before he went quiet again.

"Does that mean… you believe me now?" Janus asked, looking hesitant but hopeful. "Can we stop fighting each other and go back to being brothers?"

Logan drew a shaky breath, "I… I don't know… I guess it's a start-" he was cut off by Janus crushing him with a hug, something Logan is not usually a fan of, but he found the embrace oddly familiar and found himself melting into it.

"I missed you… Logan, my little genius, I won't leave you again, I promise." Janus whispered softly in his ear, still refusing to let go.

"I think… I think I missed you too, in a way." Logan said, surprised at how true those words felt. My little genius… just like his father used to call him…

They stayed like that for a long while, neither wanting to let go ever again.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfic #loceitweek2023 #day 2 chalk/masks #Lily writes #cw gun mention #cw weapon #cw blood mention #tw death mention #cw violence #platonic loceit #platonic analogical #ts logan #ts janus #ts virgil

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Aaah, I'd meant to send you birthday wishes from work but that obviously failed, so here's a late-evening pop of the champagne cork for you, Danni my dear! I hope you've had the happiest of birthdays, and that you're feeling relaxed and cherished and totally indulged. And I hope you know you're cherished here as well; that you're a gift unto yourself and a delight to know! Also a brilliant author with a narrative voice that hurts the gut and breaks and illuminates the heart, while salvaging splendor from the materials of loss and ugliness. May this year bring you happiness upon happiness and much joy in your own creativity and sense of self!

I wanted to write you a Snarry snippet, but I'm pants at dashing things off in the moment, so it doesn't quite come off to my satisfaction. It doesn't really end; it's just there. But I'm dropping it here anyway because I don't have any other gifts to give you (and I'm still reeling from your latest tour de force).

Have a marvelous vacation! 🍾🎂💝😘💖

"I don't get it," Ron said. "I don't get how you can go from my sister to that awful, ugly git."

"An ugly git with a fanciable arse," Harry joked, fending off irritation at the fact that even his oldest friend refused to understand.

Ron had outgrown the juvenile impulse to mime sticking his finger down his throat, but he still grimaced in disgust as he said, "You're barking. Let's be honest, you of all people could have anyone you – "

Harry cut him off with a glare, and Ron caught himself before straying too far into rubbishy Boy Who Lived territory.

A few seats over, Charlie slanted Harry a speculative glance, as if intrigued by the topic of Snape's arse. Harry hid a smile but was canny enough not to oblige him.

He wanted to tell them You haven't a clue. Because it wasn't only about a nice arse. Severus did have his moments of beauty. Severus had his moments of belonging so completely to Harry that it blotted out everything else.

But those moments weren't meant for just anyone. They weren't meant for Ron or Charlie Weasley, for Hermione or Luna or Ginny. For all that Severus liked to insinuate their sexual compatibility into public places, there was a privacy to having a relationship with him, a sacrosanct quality that made everything five times more intense than Harry was used to.

Yes, Harry had been profoundly disturbed at first to discover it was Severus Snape's hard-faced respect, Snape's coal-black pessimism and tendency to bristle and stand his ground – even when his ground was patently wrong – that sent his cock and his temper soaring.

And Severus, after his initial recoil and ice-cold certainty that he was being pranked, had exploited that knowledge to the hilt.

Unfortunately, Ron couldn't just leave it. "It's not so much that it's a bloke, Harry. But why limit your, erm – " His discomfort smeared the words together into a smirk-worthy yerm, and the rest of the sentence proved what Harry had suspected, that he and Hermione were discussing Harry's love life behind his back. " – your erotic possibilities? No one in their right mind would call Snape sexy."

Exasperated, Harry almost shot back that no one had ever been concerned about how he was limiting himself when he was fucking a girl. But since that girl had been Ginny, it would be beastly to talk about her like that.

Then he considered mentioning the fact that, far from feeling limited, he didn't think he could take much more possibility in his sex life, as Severus would do anything he wanted.

It was true. Having bluffed his way through his own insecurity, braced every bloody time for Harry to mock him – because Severus hadn't yet got beyond his conviction that Harry was immensely more experienced than he, and that his own deprivation in this area made him, as a forty-something man, ridiculous – Severus would submerge completely in the 'erotic possibility' and take Harry with him.

PI!!!! My dear sweet friend. I am lost for words. 🥹 You are much too kind to me (which I fully appreciate.) I had the most lovely of birthdays, with much joy and indulgence! Sunny days, magical sights, and heaps of delicious food! But best of all was all the love sent my way. I am truly blessed to have so many generous, darling people in my life. 🥰

Now...ahem. [TW: fangirl shrieking ahead]

Truly, the Universe has smiled on me for my birthday! After all, imagine had this little snippet not existed???? When it's so very much everything I want and need from Snarry!!!!

Things I love:

Ron (and co.) not really "getting" Snarry? Biggest checkmark. Not enough of that out there!

Outright accusations of "ugly" [insert dreamy sigh here]

Snape's fanciable arse??? I know you've written that before and truly if any bit of Snape has to be stunning, if not his cock, then his arse will do! (But truly, both would be just fine by me!)

Severus did have his moments of beauty. Severus had his moments of belonging so completely to Harry that it blotted out everything else. -- I'm not sobbing, you're sobbing. But really, it's moments like these that make me LOVE the "ugly" word. It's why I LOVE honing in on other people's opinions and issues, and beauty standards, it's kicking them square in the balls! Yes, he's ugly in a sense. But that doesn't mean he's not beautiful. And really, isn't that the most perfect example of beauty? When it's everything within shining without? (Okay let me tuck my feelings back in there, sorry about that.)

More of Severus using personal details as weapons, as in: their sexual compatibility. To shock and horrify those around them. It feels quite petty on the surface, but also an almost defense mechanism deep down (even if he doesn't quite see it.) The whole "If I say it first, it won't hurt me if you say it" idea. Because if he's using it to shock/horrify people, then it won't matter when they're shocked/horrified. Or, even as punishment for being shocked/horrified. Truly, I'm obsessed. What a perfect bastard he is. (With quite the fanciable arse, I've heard.)

and stand his ground – even when his ground was patently wrong – hi yes it's me I'm in love.

Also Severus initially thinking the whole thing is a prank???? YES YES EXACTLY.

no one had ever been concerned about how he was limiting himself when he was fucking a girl. - and Harry too gentlemanly to speak of her like that, haha! Though in fairness, the dude he's fucking is SEVERUS FLIPPIN' SNAPE.

Severus would submerge completely in the 'erotic possibility' and take Harry with him. -- all the possibilities with these 2? 100% my favorite part. All of the passion and obsession and how I'm pretty sure they'll never get enough of each other. And not even just the erotic possibility, mind you, but....well, that erotic possibility sure is something!

Anyway um this was perfect and everything I could have ever wanted and I'm obsessed with it and if you wanted to put it on AO3 I would be in full support of that 👀 But as is I am forever grateful and like sobbing. Because these are my BOYS. 😭 And you do them such justice. You always remind me of why I fell in love with them (on the off chance I'd ever forget haha!)

#snarry #perverse_idyll #ficlet #birthday gift #i'm the luckiest gal alive i stg #fandom friends

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I love all of your brilliant analyses through the answers!

There’s not much information about the historical Targaryens, so could you please give us a check up for the Conquerors? Can you describe each of them in a few sentences? Especially Rhaenys, because she died young and beautiful per Lana del Rey, and didn’t have much time to show her personality. I would really love that because the book did all of them dirty

You're too kind, thank you so much!!!

How to describe my precious most beloved Conquerors (especially Rhaenys, my fave who, as you said wonderfully put it, did get Lana del Rey'd and did die young and beautiful)? Toughie, because there really isn't a whole lot of information about them that hasn't been warped via mythologization, either in a positive and negative direction, and also because it seems like they were particularly tight lipped about their personal lives in both words and actions. But I will endeavor to do my best because I love them. I also have a lot to say about their interpersonal relationships with each other and with other people, especially once the children start getting thrown into the mix, but for now, simple personality descriptions of Aegon, Visenya, and Rhaenys for me are as follows:

Aegon - Aegon, first and foremost, appeared to be an introverted and deeply private person. Likely not someone who relished solitude, but didn't necessarily have a need or want for a lot of people around him, choosing instead to intensely value the few that he had, like his siblings and his children or, well, at least Aenys. For all the talk of the dragon's temper and all that, Aegon also didn't appear to be someone with that tempestuous a personality, and certainly no fits of fury, as exhibited by the way he waged a very methodical conquest and the way he was willing to deal with the North peaceably, as well as his willingness to sit down and end the conflict with Dornish even after Rhaenys's death (really, the two years of the Dragon's Wroth appears to have been the exception to the rule, motivated by very understandable extenuating circumstances to allow for such a breach in character). And in spite of what appears to have been pretty consistent neglect of Maegor, Aegon also seems to have been a devoted family man, never proving unfaithful to either of his sisters, deeply loving towards his eldest son, and an almost constant babysitter to his grandchildren, all the signs of someone who valued family and, if my own theories about how he got around to conceiving Maegor are to be taken as fact, valued duty even in the face of his own wants. And lastly, between being willing to negotiate with Dorne and accepting peaceable Northern surrender and the fact that the dragondreaming thing was a piece of lore that came from GRRM himself, Aegon seems to be someone who always did what was best for the greater good of the people, things like ending wars he might not have personally wanted to end for the realm

Visenya - Some of the more pervasive perceptions of Visenya are actually right, in my view; she was a stern and unforgiving person who could be as implacable as a wall when she wanted someone to suffer, and never willing to take anyone's shit, whether it was an enemy defying her or a little sibling (most likely Aegon) being irritating when they were children. But Visenya was also a dragon, and she did have that classic dragon temperament, we know that she had a temper given how involved she was in the Dragon's Wroth, and her determination to continue the war even after it was clear it was exacting a heavy cost and the more pragmatic move, the one that Aegon saw, was to try to come to a peace. Visenya was passionate, clearly, not just from those examples but from the way she was willing to keep on keeping on through the force of her feelings alone, like pushing through injuries to keep on fighting, like at the Field of Fire. She also had a bit of a cruel/sadistic streak, though that didn't really come too much into play when things were serious, more like it was an outlet for some of her darker thoughts. Then, there's this part, which is vital to understand: like Aegon, Visenya was family oriented, but not in the way Aegon was. While Aegon was a family man who valued time with them and only showed his true self to those loved ones, Visenya's devotion to family was exhibited in the way that there was nothing she wouldn't do for her family. There was nothing she wouldn't entertain, no line she wouldn't cross; she would usurp rightful leaders, go to war happily, burn a country to the ground in revenge, engage in dark arts in order to keep her family secure, everything she did she would say was in the service of her family, without compunction. Also, Visenya was a lesbian.

Rhaenys - Most important thing to know is that Rhaenys was absolutely perfect, so jot that down quick. I do subscribe to the way that Rhaenys's personality is described in the book, that she was kind and curious and occasionally impulsive and had a wide imagination, the last of which is what helped inform her love of poetry and music. But I also firmly believe that she was quick witted, not just witty but genuinely fiercely intelligent , and because she was so personable and able to make people love her as quickly as she did (because I will always subscribe to the belief that Rhaenys was very well loved by most people), Rhaenys was also incredibly gifted at not just reading situations and finding out the best outcomes, but also at just reading people, at understanding them and their motivations even at just a glance. Rhaenys was also a fascinating political mind, she knew exactly what she was doing with the propaganda she was creating through singers and minstrels, and though I don't think she ever consummated any relationships outside of her marriage, she absolutely flirted in order to get more people fond of her and her family by extension and spread the Targaryen agenda throughout the land, an early precursor to what her grandson Jaehaerys would do with the Doctrine of Exceptionalism. Rhaenys, while kindhearted, was also both capable of holding long grudges, and absolutely not a pushover; she had a spine of steel and sometimes could just continue on a course out of sheer stubbornness, nothing else. But she was kind, and extraordinarily loving, and the most openly affectionate out of all her siblings, capable of bringing a smile to Visenya's face and getting Aegon out of his shell, and she was an attentive and loving mother to Aenys for the three years that he had her. And this emotional openness is what allowed her to also be more "spiritual" than her siblings, but not in a way that we typically see it, as ascribed to religion, but in the way she was able to bond so fiercely with Meraxes, to really love her and spend so much time with her and want to be free with her, to be the only one out of her siblings to really forge that "one heart, one mind" kind of dragon bond that they never did with Balerion or Vhagar.

I'm sticking to just what I extrapolated based on the book that I use to then flesh out some of the stuff that's pure speculation on my part (like Visenya's romantic feelings towards Rhaenys specifically, Rhaenys's dynastic ambitions when it came to her family with Aegon, or what I believe to be passive suicidal ideation from Aegon following Rhaenys's death) but these are basically the core personality traits of the three Conquerors as I've interpreted them.

#personal #answered #anonymous #aegon the conqueror #aegon targaryen #visenya the conqueror #visenya targaryen #rhaenys targaryen #rhaenys the conqueror #foolish anon wanting 'a few sentences' i am known for my run on sentences #so here have paragraphs that do technically fall under those parameters #i just have a lot of feelings #especially about eggo 1 considering how little we know about him and have to infer from tangible life events

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