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Here it is! Indigo part 2… even years later lol. after literal years... we are continuing with it. If you're unfamiliar, here is part one.

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warnings- mention of anxiety, tattoos, tooth rotting fluffy babies, miscommunication

WC- 4.2k

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Y/N stared nervously at her phone. Harry’s contact was up in the bubble, her first message to him sitting unsent on the screen.

He had actually given her his number. He said that he would talk to her about his tattoos and his shop and he had said she could call him H, which- Gah! She wanted to squeal when she had woken up and remembered it all. The headache had been gnarly, but she recalled most of the night very vividly. How Harry had taken charge and told the man bothering her off, how he had admitted that she intimidated her somehow because he thought she was pretty and his glaring wasn’t because of hatred- it was nerves, anxiety and trying to figure out how to talk to her.

He’d placed her number into his phone under a simple letter, H, and promised to text him later.

Did the next day qualify as later?

It was almost noon and she had sent off a few emails to her publisher that was working with her on one of her fashion articles, trying to waste time to not seem overly eager. Washing the dishes, switching her laundry, even taking her cat for a walk(unconventional but Nibbles had been a street kitten, he liked to go outside), even taking a full body shower with the shaving and the deep hair mask. Her headache had faded to an dull throb with the help of a tylenol, and she was now ready to bite the bullet.

Y/N: Hiiii :D It’s Y/N.

Y/N: Hope I’m not bugging you but I was thinking about finally getting a tattoo. I had some questions and I figured you’d be perfect to ask.

It wasn’t a lie. Y/N really had been considering a tattoo and asking Harry, though she had been planning on going to him anyway out of courtesy before she had gotten the whole ‘i think he hates me’ thing cleared up. She’d never go to a different artist if she could support someone in the friend group. Now it was an exciting thing for her, a giddiness in her stomach rising when she saw the three dots in the texting bubble showing that he was replying.

Hm. He didn’t have his read receipts on. Interesting.

A response popped up quite quickly after sending her message.

H: Hi. You aren’t bugging. Come down to the shop, it’s slow today.

Y/N nearly choked on her lemonade. He wanted her to come? Today?! Her bare foot tapped anxiously against the carpet as she blinked at her phone screen, trying to find the right words to respond. She didn’t want to bother him or annoy him, even though he had said she wasn't’ bugging', the girl was still a bit nervous. Last night she had called him super cool and said she wanted to spend time with him alone but she had to wonder if she was brave enough to do it so soon.

Y/N: Are you sure? I really don’t want to be a bother or anything.

His response came just as fast as the last. Did he have his phone screen open or something?

H: You aren’t. I’m doing paperwork so I don’t mind.

H: Can you bring me a coffee? I’ll venmo you.

She felt a laugh bubble from her throat as she looked at the messages. She hadn’t said yes but he was most definitely telling her to get her ass over there if she read between the lines. Considering it was a weekend, she had no excuse not to. Besides her nerves, she didn’t have one either. She liked Harry. She thought he was really cute and mysterious and he was polite when he spoke last night and something about him had her so intrigued. The girl knew she would kick herself if she didn’t go, so that’s how the decision was made.

Y/N: Sugar or cream? Do you do a latte or something fancy? Frappichino?

H: Black, please. Cold foam on top. Thanks xx

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Harry knew he was being awfully presumptuous but he also knew himself.

It was now or never.

Last night he had finally found his balls and spoken to the cute little thing. Granted, it took him standing up for her against a creep, but he had still done it. Y/N was coming to the nearly empty shop to talk about a tattoo, what he knew would be her very fucking first, and he was so nervous he could probably vomit if he thought about it too long.

He had always been known to be an intimidating man. He was littered with dark swirls of ink on his skin, piercings on his nose and eyebrow-and some other not so visible places-, he was pretty tall and broad shouldered and he was said to have what Niall loved to call a ‘bitch face’. His hair was longer, needing a cut as it was falling into his face, and he had his moody demeanor which tended to scare people off. Even as a teenager, pre tats and everything, he had sat quietly behind his friends while he observed and was able to keep prying people away with a simple quirk of the brow.

While that intimidating air worked wonders for getting annoyingly nosy people to fuck off and to get laid every once in a while by a girl who wanted a night with a ‘bad boy’, -words said by 2 of them, not himself- he sure as fuck didn’t want Y/N to think of him that way.

Y/N was just… She was his opposite in every way and he really, really liked it. Soft curved features as opposed to his own hard ones, a gentle glow to the eyes instead of his hardened glimmer. She had a sweet, bubbly voice that made him hang off her every damn word when he got the privilege to go out when she was there. She had called herself a fucking cinnamon roll, and she had been right. Sweet and fluffy and coated in sugar. Something he’d fucking love to taste, given the chance.

That would be a bit down the line considering Y/N wasn’t the type of girl he’d want to hook up with. She was the girl that he’d want his Mum to meet. She was the breakfast in bed, flowers every week, buy pretty dresses for type of girl. Every woman deserves that, but for him? Y/N was that exact type. He hooked up with girls that he knew he wouldn’t get attached to. Quick fucks at their place, bar bathrooms, cars. He didn’t let them inside his world because he knew what he wanted.

He’d dated before, had his heart broken a small handful of times to know what he wanted and what he didn’t. Hopefully he’d be able to sniff out some more about Y/N that he hadn’t found out through the social gatherings, grapevines and checking out her social media. She made cute little videos of her outfits almost every day on her instagram story that he watched when he had the chance. She had a cat as well. She liked pastel colors and drank a lot of tea and lemonade. She liked the pink starbursts best- he knew just from the exposure he’d gotten. The itch to gather more information had hit him hard.

Thankfully she was coming to see him today and he could stop being such a pussy. Face her alone and talk to her face to face. She was too nice to judge him if he stuttered or said the wrong thing, at least not outwardly.

He’d hoped she would text today, hoped he’d have an excuse to see her. His outfit had a bit more effort than his other ones. Sticking with all black because spilled ink was an absolute bitch to get out, if not impossible, he chose his favorite black jeans with the holes in the knees, frayed strings something to pick at when he was bored. On top he wore a black button up with little roses as buttons, left open down to his mid chest. Maybe it was slutty, but he liked to show off the ink he had. It was something he was proud of. His necklaces hung down mid chest, the silver chains and pendants slightly tangled now that he had taken a look, but it sort of worked.

He had been mid inspection when he heard the door bell jingle and the receptionist greet Y/N.

Y/N was a bit shocked at just how nice it was when she walked in. Outside she had seen the neon light in the window and the sign up above, already impressed, but it got better when she walked inside. The red and black tattoo shop had an edgy vibe. As she stepped inside, she was greeted by the checkered floors that give off a retro feel. On the left-hand side, there was a flash wall littered with a plethora of designs, featuring different what she assumed were the tattoo styles of each artist who worked out of the shop.

As she walked towards the reception desk, Y/N noticed it was made of thick dark wood and had a glossy finish and a smiling dark haired receptionist sitting behind the desk. Black frames on the side wall showed off their business license and framed newspaper articles about the shop. Obviously it had raving reviews. Y/N felt a bit guilty for not knowing, but proud of him. Obviously it was a well respected show.. Behind the desk, there was a glass cabinet displaying various jewelry for piercings and shop merchandise. She wondered if she could buy one of the hoodies or tee shirts to support him? Oh, maybe a tote bag. That was definitely something she would use. She’d always liked the little logo. It was a bit of a surprise to her that she’d never seen him wear any of it before, only on his instagram.

Maybe he didn’t want random people talking to him about tattoos when he was out?

Greeting the receptionist, she let her eyes wander around. There seemed to be rooms for tattooing and piercings down a long hallway, some thick black, crushed velvet curtains that can be drawn closed for privacy. Convenient. At least they cared about that. Some of the ones she had looked at online pre-Harry had the bare minimum.

“Hi! Did you have an appointment?” The girl behind the counter was dressed in what she could tell was retro clothing, a slightly off the shoulder red top and a string of chunky pearls around her neck. Her hair was done up so neatly that Y/N had been instantly jealous. She had never been good at doing updos, nor did she look good with that sort of poof, but she wished she did. Her bright red lipstick would be a lot during the day for someone else, but on her? It worked. Y/N was a little intimidated already. She seemed really cool just by looking at her.

“N-No, uh, Harry told me to come-”

“She’s here for me, Liz.” Harry’s voice interrupted her own. Y/N turned around, tray of coffee in hand and a brown paper bag in the other. “This is Y/N. She’s cool.”

Cool? He thought she was cool too. Y/N felt herself flush under her clothes, swallowing thickly as he sauntered over and took the tray from her hands. “Thanks for this, gorgeous. Forgot to get new coffee for the machine.”

Y/N felt like she was having a bit of an episode. Gorgeous? He had called her gorgeous and walked over to her so confidently, as if his nerves that had gotten him to make her think he hated her had disappeared. Perhaps it was because he was in his own domain, his element. Thankfully, Liz had kept her from having to respond right away.

“Oh, sick.” She smiled up at her from her swivel chair. “Harry never has his friends here. Besides the ones who work here and Niall, but he always leaves a mess in the break room. It’s nice to see a new face. You’re really pretty.”

Y/N had to admire the confidence she carried. She was so pretty and could easily talk to people, joking with her already as if they were friends for years. “Thank you, you are as well.” She replied, the compliment making her feel even more flustered. “Niall is very good at leaving messes, I’m afraid.” That’s something she knew first hand. “I don’t have any tattoos yet so uh, Harry offered to talk to me about it.”

“Virgin skin! How exciting.” Liz chirped, twirling her straw around. “Honestly, Harry’s a great artist, perfect for a first timer if you can ignore the mean mugging. He’s super gentle and has the best lines I’ve ever seen.”

Y/N had to smile. Of course he was good. A glance at him had her observing the slight pink in his cheeks as he narrowed his eyes at Liz, who to her credit, didn’t seem phased. He was slightly embarrassed at the attention on him but still happy that she had talked him up.

Harry would be heartbroken if he scared her off of tattoos, but he tried to be a good artist with everyone. Perhaps he wasn’t super talkative but most of his clients were veteran ink people with loads already on their skin. They knew to sit quietly or listen to the music, or bring a friend to chat with so he could do his damn job.

“Anyways.” Harry cleared his throat. “Mitch’s appointment just pulled into the lot. Y/N and I are going into the office, scream if you need me.” His nod to follow her was brief, Y/N holding on to her handbag for dear life as his long legs carried him down the hallway at a much faster pace that she usually did. Thankfully she was able to hide how winded the quickness of the long hallway had made her once he opened his office door.

The floors were hardwood in his office. He had his own black desk, a black leather couch with a red acrylic coffee table and a shelf full of books. Windows from behind the desk gave it decent lighting. It was clean in here, cleaner than Y/N had ever kept her own office.

“Sorry about that.” He murmured to her, setting the coffee down on the smooth red table. “She’s really overly friendly. Great for customers but a bit nosy.” He walked towards his desk to grab his iPad and stylus, slightly flustered when the white thing fell back on the desk. His nerves were most definitely showing. Turning around he was ready to keep talking, but he was met by her body halfway across the room to look at some of his old framed flash sheets he had on the far wall.

“These are so cool, Harry.” She said quietly, eyes scanning the designs. “And you just thought of all these off the top of your head?” Turning herself to face him, she watched as he gave her a tiny bit of a smile. Still pink in the cheeks, which soothed her own nerves a little. His confidence at first had made her a tad bit scared that she was the only one stressing out about it, but he was obviously affected just as much.

“Erm… some of them. I use some reference pictures, get inspired by other works and change it so it’s my own. A lot of it is things I randomly get ideas for, though.” He rubbed his knuckle over his chin. “I work with a lot of clients who already have ideas and wants so the perimeters are more strict, so with flash it’s more of what I want to do. People who get them have a say in color and size but usually it’s a pre-printed stencil.” He explained, crossing his arms as he approached her.

She smelled really good. Was that a weird thing to think? Maybe. But it was true. He was hyperaware of everything right now, trying his best to not put his leather boot into his mouth and fuck up. There was genuine approval on her face, getting closer to the frames to scope out details and truly admiring each one. “Are these the retired ones, your favorites? Why are they stuck back here instead of with the ones out front?” Inquisitive eyes met his own.

“These are ones I’ve already done. I don’t do a ton of flash anymore because I’m usually booked for customs.” His own eyes took in the old flash sheets. Each design was something he had loved creating, but the time for them had passed. That didn’t mean he didn’t want to remember them, though. “But all of these were claimed by people when we had flash events. I don’t think it’s bad to have similar tattoos as other people but I tend to not do the same thing twice. I had gotten really sick of doing the same infinity signs and hearts and roses when I was an apprentice at the first shop.” God, he was glad that trend was over. Mostly. “There’s nothing inherently wrong with hearts or roses, s’just repetitive and I like to do stuff that challenges me. Y’know?” He turned to look at her, finding her already staring up at him. That stupid flutter moved around his stomach again.

“Oh, I can imagine. I’m really glad I didn’t get the tattoos I had on my pinterest board. I had it growing from like… 2013 to 2017 and all of them now seem very…” She rolled her lips together as she tried to politely find the word for cringe. “Not me. It’s actually why I haven't gotten anything yet.” Arms wrapped around herself, feeling a bit insecure about it. Here was this beautiful tattoo artist, in talent and looks, and she was telling him about her pinterest board of tattoos. He must be internally rolling his eyes because he did a good job of keeping a soft smile on his lips. Was it even legal for men to have lips that pretty and deep pink? Maybe it was just unfair. “I wanted to wait until I felt ready.”

“That’s a really good thing to do.” Harry was proud of her for that. Smart girl. Leaning against the side of his desk, he kept his arms crossed as he continued to talk. “You don't know how many people get impulsive tattoos as their first and regret it later. Now.. m’not one to judge because I’m fuckin’ littered in dumb ones, but I always think of it as a memory. Even if its’ a memory of being a dumbass.” His heart fluttered when he got a giggle out of her. Fucks sake, he was pathetic. “Removal is possible but not at all fun. Got a few mates and some clients who got their old ink taken off and it isn’t pleasant. Waiting is the smartest thing to do if you’re someone who thinks you could possibly regret it.”

Y/N didn’t strike him as an impulsive person. Every time he had seen her, she had seemed pretty put together. Though she could seem a little chaotic, it was an organized chaos that he had always liked. Harry, despite his impulse with tattoos when he was young and tipsy in his partying stage, liked to be a controlled person. Sometimes it was too much, which led to the anxiety he had. It was part of the reason he had such a hard time talking to Y/N at first.

She was so cute and so sweet and Harry wanted their conversations to be perfect. He had a track record of saying dumb things or at the very least, not saying them how they were meant when he was nervous. Usually his anxiety was hidden very well. He didn’t get it when it came to clients or tattoos or anything work related, but in his personal and social life? It was rampant. That was part of the reason he had quit drinking. That was a story for a different time, though.

“Yeah, I really don’t want removal.” Her nose scrunched a bit like a bunny, making his heart stutter in his chest. Cute little thing, she was. “That’s why I wanted to come to you.” There was a slight pause. “I was going to come to you even when I thought you hated me. I’d never want to support a different shop when someone in my circle is talented and has their own business.”

That hurt him a little. Even when she was under the impression that she hated him and was glaring at her, that he had made her uncomfortable, she had planned on supporting him anyways? What sort of fucking angel was she? He winced visibly at the reminder of her original thoughts. He had massively fucked up with that. What an idiot he had been. His nerves had gotten the best of him yet again.

“Y/N, I truly am sorry that I came across that way. It’s not the case, nor has it even been.” He swallowed, looking down at her hands that were clasped together. She was rocking on her heels and he could tell she had probably not wanted to bring that up, but he was glad she did because it did need to be properly addressed while she was 100% sober. “What I said last night is the truth. You just… y’make me a little nervous and I don’t like that I had no idea what to say to you.” She had come into their little friend group and been so fucking adorable, so kind and ready to take someone home if they needed, buy them a drink, talk about her little fashion brand deals. Y/N listened to everything people said, she would find the eyes of a person who had been drowned out by other conversation and encourage them. The best sort of person. “I don’t do well with people I think are pretty, people I think are sweet. S’a little intimidating for me.”

Y/N still didn’t know how that worked, but she could imagine that it must have been weird for him. She couldn’t see how she of all people could be considered intimidating but it made her a little giddy that Harry had found her to be pretty and sweet. It had been the complete opposite of what she expected to be the reason. “Well, thank you. For thinking I’m pretty and sweet, that’s- that’s really nice.” Her eyes fell down while she couldn't keep the smile off her face. “I thought maybe I’d done something like… I dunno, I get kinda touchy and gooey when I’m drunk. I asked everyone if I had accidentally said something or hung on you the first night and didn’t remember meeting you but they’d said no.” That was one of the downfalls of Y/N drunk. She loved to spread love and give cuddles and hugs. Sometimes she didn’t think twice and that had caused her friends to keep her wrangled in their grasp.

“No, no. I wouldn’t have minded any of that.” Harry realized what he had said but continued talking. “It was just me being nervous. I just wanted to apologize again cause I hate to think that you were upset about it at all… n’then…” He rolled his head back to look at the ceiling for a moment. “I feel shitty that you were going to come to me for a tattoo even after I was a dick. Even if I didn’t realize it then. You’re just a really good person.” He looked back down to see Y/N giving him a tiny smile, stepping closer to him. “Fuck, I’m rambling. Sorry.”

“No! No, it’s okay. I uh..” Another pause was paired with a pink tongue peeking out to lick her lips that Harry paid a bit too much attention to for his own good. “It’s just nice to hear you talk. You’re always so quiet but you’ve got a nice speaking voice. I like it.”

Harry wanted to scream, actually. He wanted to groan and drop his head into her sweet smelling neck and do god knows what, because that compliment made him feel really flattered and flustered. Y/N just had that fucking thing about her, this weird trait that he couldn’t quite describe that made him feeling like he was a schoolboy all over again being paired up with his crush for an assignment. How lucky was he? She had wanted his art on her forever.

“Thanks.” His response was slightly shy, looking back up at her with the pink tint still on his cheeks. He knew the back of his neck was probably flushed too.

“No problem.” Another slight pause where neither of them knew how to proceed followed but, this time neither seemed to particularly mind. Deciding to move it on so he didn’t have to look uncomfortable anymore, Y/N shot him another one of those smiles before moving back towards the coffee table, grabbing her cup from the cardboard tray. “So. Let’s talk about designs.”

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Online Matchup 8

Summery: It’s Halloween and y/n’s hosting a party that she doesn’t even want. But not to fear, Jason’s there with an escape plan.

Warning: mistakes, alcohol, tipsy!reader, tired Jason, Ellie’s done with her siblings bullshit.

A/N: So sorry for the wait. I got overwhelmed with how many wips I have and stopped writing for a bit, and it doesn’t help that I don’t have internet. So, that’s fun. Hope you enjoy though! Chapter nine should be on its way soon.

Feedback is welcomed!

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October 31

Ellie (7:30 am)

YOU WENT TO A GALA

WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND

AND DIDN’T TELL ME

Y/N

Not my boyfriend

Shouldn’t you be in school?

Ellie

Not yet anyways

Don’t worry about it

So?

Y/N

It was two days ago, Ellie

It was a last minute decision

Didn’t really have time to tell you anything

Ellie

Could have told me after

Or yesterday

But no, I find out from Conner who found out from Clark

Y/N

Who?

Ellie

Clark Kent

Conner’s uncle

Also Bruce Wayne’s best friend but I have doubts

Y/N

How? You’ve never met Bruce

Ellie

True, but the stories Conner told me about

Anyways, we’re not talking about that

We’re talking about you and going out with Jason

Looking all fancy and rubbing elbows with the rich

Y/N

Did you have to word it like that?

Ellie

Did you meet his family?

Y/N

…

Ellie

YOU DID

Tell me, are they as intimidating as Conner makes them out to be?

Y/N

They’re all dorks and you would fit right in

Trust me

They’re very curious and protective of Jason

But they’re good people

I like them

Ellie

Don’t let Jason hear you say that

Or he might think you’ll leave him

Y/N

Ellie, what the fuck

Ellie

That wasn’t me I swear

Y/N

Fuck off conner

If you want to talk to me use your own phone

Ellie

This is the type of relationship you two have, isn't it?

Y/N

You’ll have no peace, sorry

Ellie

Damn

So, how'd it go?

Y/N

Fine

His brothers hounded me with questions

Bruce made a speech about jason

And then we left to get some burgers

Ellie

You’re the worst at telling stories

Y/N

I don’t know what you want me to say

Ellie

You’re feelings about how in love you are with Jason

Y/N

I’m not having this conversation with Conner reading over your shoulder

Ellie

Boo you’re no fun

Y/N

Suck it Ellie

Jason (1:39 pm)

How’s it going today?

Y/N

I am not the biggest fan of Halloween

I’ve had three different people scare me today on campus

Tripped over some decorations

And my friend is bugging me for a key so she can decorate my apartment once her last class is finished

I don’t know why she needs my key, she has her own

Jason

Yikes

Y/N

Yikes doesn’t even cover half of it

I’m half tempted to hide in the library and not go to the party

Jason

But it’s your apartment

Y/n

That’s the worst thing!

I shouldn’t have agreed to throwing it there

I want sleep

Jason

I don’t think I’ve seen you sleep at a normal time

Y/N

You’re one to talk

You’re up at the oddest hours

I’m not surprised anymore when you text me at like 2 in the morning

Jason

Fair

You can always come sleep with me when you’ve had enough

Y/n

Sir, I’m not that kind of person

Jason

That is not what I meant

You know that

Y/n

Do I though?

Jason

Y/n I swear to god

Y/n

They’re your words, Jason

Do better

Jason

Sometimes, I hate

Y/n

No you don’t

Jason

No I don’t

What I mean is, you can always stay the night at my place.

To sleep, can even have the couch since that’s were you sleep most of the time

Y/n

I want to be offended

But your right

Jason

Aren’t I always?

Y/n

With the party in full swing, and friends practically drunk, you hadn’t had the chance to look at your phone.

Now hiding in your room a few hours later, you grabbed it and went through your notifications. Nothing too important until you said Jason’s text asking to call you. But it was sent at five, and you were pretty sure he meant then instead of now.

But curiosity got the better of you, and you called.

“Hey Jason,” Barbara’s voice cut through the line, distracting Jason a little. He grunted in reply, and retreated behind the dumpster. “Someone named Y/N is calling. What do you want me to do?”

“Put it through,” Jason answered, looking around the dumpster to see how many were left. Three were left, shouldn’t be a problem.

“Are you sure?”

“It’ll be fine,” he said and Barbara hummed before connecting the call. “Hey Little Bird. What’s up?”

“I don’t know, you were the one who wanted me to call you,” you answered. Jason furrowed his eyebrows.

“I don’t think so,” he said, moving to shoot the one standing up. He winced at the sound and hoped you didn’t hear it.

“Mm, pretty sure you did,” you said, and he heard movement from your end. As if you moved the one on away from your face. “Yeah, seven-forty you said call me.”

“That was four hours ago,” he reminded, and smiled when you laughed.

“Yeah, well, I’ve been busy with a party and all,” you said and he can picture you shrugging. “This a bad time?”

He took a moment to answer as he ducked down when the other two started shooting. “Uh, don’t know.”

“Is that…is someone shooting at you?” you asked and he grimaced at the question. So much for keeping you out of this. “Jason, are you okay?”

“No, there’s no shooting. And I’m fine,” he grunted out, letting out a noise when he felt something hit his shoulder. When did he move? He faintly heard you saying something, but wasn’t quite sure. Ducking behind something else, he took a deep breath before saying, “you don’t do parties.”

“No, I don’t,” you agreed, “but, as I said, my friend is hosting the Halloween party at my place tonight.”

“It’s Halloween?” he found himself asking.

“It is. Jason, are you sure you're okay?” you asked, concern dripping in your voice.

“Peachy,” he said, staying down as the other two started shooting him. Where was the backup when you needed it? “So, how’s the party anyways? Sounds like you're having fun.”

He heard you sniff and could picture you sticking your nose in the air. “I am not having fun,” you said dryly.

“You sure? You sound drunk,” he said and laughed when you squawked.

“I don't get drunk.” Jason hummed and let the silence stretch out before you begrudgingly added, “okay. Maybe maybe I’m a little drunk.”

“Thought so,” he said, “just go to bed.”

“I can’t,” you grumble, and Jason can picture you looking at your bed longingly.

“Why the fuck not?”

“Jason, there’s a full blown party out there and I can’t sleep knowing people are trying to get in my room for a hookup.”

“Tell me you locked the doors.”

“I’m not an idiot, Jason. But that doesn’t stop them from trying to get in. Four tries since I called, and each time I tell them that the room is busy.”

“That’s not so bad.”

“Okay yeah, but I want to sleep. I’m tired.”

“If you give me twenty minutes I’ll come by to pick you up.”

“Mm, tempting. But I’m also tempted to sneak out and go to the cafe where we first met.”

“You’re not leaving the apartment alone this late at night.”

“You can’t stop me.”

“I sure as hell can try.”

“I don’t see how, given that you’re probably across town.”

“I swear to god.”

You could have sworn you heard someone laughing, but in your drunken state you weren’t sure. “Well, I mean I could make you swear for a different purpose.”

There was a choking noise coming from Jason and you smiled. “Who knew you were a flirty drunk.”

“Not drunk, tipsy,” you reminded, and slowly opened your window, hoping Jason couldn’t hear it.

“Same thing in my books,” he said. You swore when the window creaked and stilled. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” you said a little too quickly.

“That sounded like a window opening,” Jason claimed, “please tell me you aren’t escaping through the window.”

“How do you know what a window opening sounds like?”

“Really? That’s your takeaway from this?”

“I mean, it’s not everyday you learn that someone knows what a window sounds like when someone opens it.”

“Did you open the window?” Jason asked, and you stayed quiet but it was an answer all the same. “Why?”

“Well I mean, there’s a fire escape like right there,” you defended, holding your phone between your cheek and shoulder. With both hands, you pushed open the window. “Ha!”

“Y/N,” Jason sighed out and you could picture him pinching his nose. Kind of like a dad when he sees his child do something stupid and questioning why they are like this. You wonder if that’s what he’s thinking about you, but you don’t care too much about that right now. “If you're going to do something like this, then keep me on the phone.”

“But won’t I disturb your family movie night?” you ask as you giggle the window screen off and slide it into your room. Once placed on the ground, you grab your keys and wallet before climbing through the window.

“I’m not watching a movie,” Jason said, confused.

“But I heard gunshots,” you reminded him, “it sounded like some western film.”

“Oh,” he said like he had forgotten. You paused on the steps, and looked up in concern when he didn’t say anything else.

“So you were getting shot at,” you questioned. Jason made a noise and you continued down the fire escape.

“No, no one was shooting at me,” Jason said, “brothers were playing a game, guess it was too loud.” You hummed as you concentrated on walking down the steps. “So, did you escape?”

“Do you want me to answer that truthfully?”

“You are, aren’t you?” Jason asked, sighing deeply.

“It’s a lot sturdier than you’d expect.”

“You say that like you’ve done this multiple times.”

“I like to sit outside sometimes,” you defended, “and sometimes I am too tired to go to the roof.”

“Why not just open a window?”

“Not the same,” you replied and kept going down the stairs.

“There’s no stopping you, huh?” Jason voiced and you kept quiet. “Just keep me on the phone while you're out at least.”

“I can do that…as long as my phone doesn’t die.”

“Do you ever charge your phone?”

“…yes.”

“I don’t believe you,” Jason teased, and you stuck out your tongue even though he couldn’t see you. “I’ll meet you at the cafe as soon as I can.”

“Might want to hurry, I think I’m going to sleep there if they let me.”

“I have no doubt,” Jason said, laughing.

“Your confidence in me is astounding.”

Your phone ended up dying halfway to the cafe, and Jason wasn’t going to let you live it down. No matter, you were almost there Jason was sure of it.

Quickly tying up the thugs he’s been dealing with while on the phone with you, Jason sent a message to Barbara before leaving.

“What? Done already?” Her basics filtered through the earpiece, surprised. “You’re never done this early. Got a date or something?”

“Or something,” he answered, starting his bike.

“Oh, come Jason!” Barbara exclaimed, “everyone else practically met them. It’s only fair that I know more. I did help you with your dating profile,” she reminded him.

Jason groaned and hung his head in defeat. “Fine! Fine,” he sighed out, ignoring the cheering in his ear. “Yes, I’m going to meet up with them after I’ve changed.”

“But I thought you were going to be out all night,” she said, “given that Y/n’s busy too.”

“Yeah, well. Plans change.”

“Are they okay?”

“Just a little tipsy and isn’t much for party’s. They just left for a cafe near town. Even though they didn’t listen when I told them not to and to wait for me. They insisted they go. So I told them I’d meet them there. Happy?”

“Extremely,” she sang, “and I’ll be even more happy when I get to meet them.”

“I will bring it up. Promise.”

“So, what was it? The motorcycle picture or the puppy that did it for the ?” Barbara teased, and Jason rolled his eyes.

“No idea, but feel free to ask when you two finally meet.”

“I have every intention to and share some stories of my own,” Barbara said and laughed as Jason groaned.

“Oh no.”

“Have fun,” she sang before signing off. Jason shook his head, and rode off back to his apartment.

A short while later, after he dropped by his apartment, he made his way to the cafe.

Parking his bike near the entrance of the building, he got off and looked through the window to see if he could spot you. He didn’t, and frowned hoping you made it safe.

Taking his helmet off, he made his way inside.

“Was wondering when you’d show up,” one of the barista’s called when he walked in.

“Traffic,” he explained, looking around. “Is Y/N here?”

He heard a sigh, and a thump from behind the counter. He turned his head to see a barista when her head was on the counter. “You okay?”

“Don’t mind her,” her coworker answered, waving his hand. “She’s just had to sit and listen to Y/N complain about school and how you were taking so long.”

“Right,” he hummed and looked towards the talk he was directed at. And there you were, head down using your arms as a pillow.

“She’s so tired it’s unreal,” May, after a quick look at her nag tag, groaned. “I can’t wait for Christmas break. That way, they can take a fucking break and sleep he break away. Between school and working, it feels like they don’t sleep.”

Jason hummed and made his way towards your table. “Hey,” he whispered once he reached you and gently placed a hand on your head. You stirred, barely lifted your head up. “Come on, I’ll take you home.”

“But there’s still a party there,” you groaned out, nuzzling further into your arms. “I don’t want to go back.”

“Okay. Counter offer, come to my place. Sleep there, it looks like you need it.”

That had gotten your attention as you lifted your head to glare at him. “Sir, you know just what to say to sweep a girl off their feet.”

Jason laughed and helped you up. “Come on, you’ll feel better once you get some sleep. Promise.”

“Mm,” you hummed, clutching his hand as you followed him outside, waving at the two friends as you passed by. “Bike?”

“What else?”

“It’s cold out,” you pointed out, sticking your tongue out as he set the helmet onto your head.

“Yeah, it keeps you awake though.”

“But it’s cold.”

“Why didn’t you bring your jacket?”

“It was not in the room when I made my escape,” you said, watching as he climbed onto the bike. You followed once he sat, and snaked your arms around his waist, settling your chin on his shoulder.

“You make it sound like you were held against your will,” he said, chuckling when you made a noise, stating that you practically were. “Alright, hold on tight.” That was your last warning, before he started the bike and took off.

You watched the city lights as Jason drove, in awe. You found, since moving to Gotham, that Gotham nights were much more pretty and peaceful then Metropolis. Granted, It wasn’t really safe with all the fighting and toxic gas’s being dispelled by the villain of the week. But it had its charm you fell in love with.

You shivered slightly as the cold air blew past you and felt Jason pick up the speed a little. You couldn’t help but smile at the tiny gesture. He was right though, the cold air does keep you awake.

Watching the lights whiz by, letting your mind wonder. Mat wasn’t kidding when she said you don’t sleep. Between classes, work and your personal projects, you’ve kind of neglected sleep in order to focus on everything else.

Sure, you get a couple hours of sleep, and naps. But it isn’t enough and it’s starting to take its toll on you. Sighing deeply, you tightened your grip and closed your eyes. Christmas break couldn’t come sooner.

You felt the bike slow, causing you to open your eyes. You waited until he parked and shut it off before climbing off. “That was thrilling,” you mumble out through a yawn.

“Would you like another ride?” Jason asked, helping you take off the helmet.

“Definitely,” you answered with a nod, “though maybe when it’s warmer and I’m not prone to fall off your bike due to sleep deprivation.”

Jason laughed, and tugged you into the building. “That’s fair. Now, let’s get you something to drink and eat before getting you to bed.”

“Sounds nice,” you said sleepily. “Is your couch comfy? I feel like it might not be.”

“Now that’s just mean,” he said, stopping short in front of his door. You nearly bumped into him and groaned out his name. “Sorry, but you might need to stay out here for a bit.”

“Did you leave your dirty laundry out or something?” you asked, rubbing your nose. You stepped back all the same instead of pushing it.

“Something like that,” he answered and you watched him unlock the door and stepped in. He closed it quickly, not giving you a chance to look inside. You shrugged and looked around the dimly lit hallway before turning to lean your back on the wall beside the door.

You closed your eyes, letting your head fall back against the wall with a small thump. It was strange, being at Jason’s apartment for the first time. And to sleep instead of being awake and hanging out. But you were giddy all the same.

Yes, you trusted Jason not to do anything with you. And you liked him enough to be okay with sleeping over at his place. It’s not the first time you’ve slept in the same place. And just remembering how warm you felt with Jason’s arms around you sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

“Alright, it’s safe to come in,” Jason’s sudden voice beside you made you jump slightly. “Sorry. Didn’t realize you were sleeping.”

“Not sleeping,” you said, pushing him back in as you walked through the door. “Just resting my eyes.”

Jason hummed and put his hands on your shoulder and steered you into the kitchen. He gently made you sit, before setting a cup of water and a plate of toast in front of you. “Slowly. The. You can have a shower and change out of…whatever costume you have on.”

“You’re an angel.”

“Some would say I’m not.”

“Then they can fight me,” you said, taking a bite out. “And how dare you. Not recognizing the greatest hero of all.”

Jason looked you over slowly, and you tried not to flush. “Yeah, I'm still not getting it.”

“Wonder Women,” you said through another bite of toast. “Sure, it’s not the greatest costume. But it’s the thought that counts.”

“Would you like a change of clothes? I doubt it would be comfy to sleep in.”

“If you don’t mind,” you said with a smile. “I would appreciate it.”

“No problem,” he said, kissing the top of your head before leaving the room. You flushed slightly and finished the rest of your food. It felt all so normal, like you did this everyday. And that thought made you giddy.

“Okay, the sweatpants might be a little big and so is the shirt. But they should be fine.”

“Thanks Jason. That means a lot,” you said, getting up to hug him. He returned it with a smile and shooed you into the bathroom.

Once showered and dressed, you walked out of the bathroom feeling refreshed. “Jason?”

“In here,” he called and you followed the voice until you reached the bedroom. “This is your room for the night.”

“I thought I was taking the couch,” you question, leaning against the doorframe, watching as he was getting it ready.

Jason snorted and gave you a look. “Please, I would never do that to you. Besides, it’s not as comfortable as the bed.”

“So you’re going to take the couch?” Jason nodded, and you bit your lip in thought. And before you could change your mind, you bit out, “or, now hear me out. We could share the bed. It’s not like it’s happened before.” You're blaming the alcohol for it, and you can't regret it.

Jason looked up at you with raised eyebrows. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” you said with a nod. “I’m sure. We’re just sleeping right? The worst that can happen is cuddling in the middle of the night.”

“Okay,” he laughed and with that, the two of you climbed into bed. You were more tired than you thought, you fell asleep the minute your head hit the pillow.

For Jason, it took a lot longer for sleep to reach him. He turned over, and looked at you for a moment before slipping his arm underneath you. With his other, he wrapped it around your waist and pulled you closer. And only then he could fall asleep, but not with the thought of how dangerous this could be.

But he found that he didn’t care.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd gn!reader #online match up #jason todd #my writing #batman imagine #jason todd imagine

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sneezingfetishftw-fics · 1 month

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Guessed it on the nose

At last, the Kink!Husk fic is here! Angel tries to get Husk to admit he has the kink. Sequel to a previous fic of mine (https://www.tumblr.com/sneezingfetishftw-fics/744412486700285953/done-tagging-zensations35-since-you-were-like), but you can understand this one without reading that one.

Angel Dust had been warned there might be lingering aftereffects of the sneezing powder. So he couldn’t exactly be too surprised when he got back still a tad congested. “Husk, baby, I’b hobe!”

Husk greeted him at the door, concern flitting across his features. “Are you alright? You don’t sound too great.”

“Excuse you, by voice is egseedigly sultry,” he replied in a voice that was indeed lower than usual.

“You know what I mean,” Husk responded, feeling Angel’s forehead. Normal temperature, that was a relief.

“I’b fide,” he insisted, grabbing a tissue and blowing vigorously. “Just a little congested from work today.”

Husk raised an eyebrow. “What did they have you do, crawl around in a dusty closet?”

Angel laughed. “Something like that. Anyway, I’m back and…” he froze, breath hitching a little. He felt Husk’s eyes on him, perhaps just a bit more intently now. “Het’CHIEW!” Did Husk��s ears perk up? Maybe for a split second, but they were back to normal again. “I’ll be fine, I promise. How about we just relax with some cuddling on the couch?”

“That sounds great.” It barely took any time for Husk to begin purring. Usually it was a bit further into their cuddle session before he got that happy.

Wait a minute. Angel Dust thought back to earlier today and replayed Husk’s behavior for the last few minutes. Was it possible? Unlikely perhaps, but there were definitely signs. But then how hadn’t he noticed them before? To be fair, signs are much easier to find when you know to look for them. Angel hadn’t even heard of a sneezing kink until today, and now he was starting to suspect that Husk might be into it. But how would he know? There’s no way Husk would just outright confess - the man was far too guarded, especially about things this intimate and embarrassing.

Husk hadn’t woken up yet, so Angel took the opportunity to send a text to the person he saw earlier. “Thanks again for yesterday! Can you tell me a bit more about what you like about sneezing, and also what it’s like to be in public and try to keep your kink secret?”

“Sure! But there’s gotta be a reason you’re asking lol. What’s up?”

Angel sighed. He supposed that was a fair question. “I think my boyfriend might have the kink? Not sure though, I wanna test the waters.”

“If so then he’s a lucky man, your sneezes are incredible!”

Angel laughed. The idea of being someone else’s “type” for sneezing was so silly but hey, who was he to turn down free arousal?

After some discussion back and forth, Angel was armed with plenty of ideas. He put the first idea in action while making breakfast. Husk was in the bedroom getting dressed, and Angel was in the kitchen making eggs, using a bit more pepper than was really necessary. This suggestion had come with the caveat that pepper would probably just make his nose burn and no more, but Angel knew from his own experience how sensitive he was to spices. And sure enough, his nose was tickling. “Hah’TSCHHH! ITSSCHH! TCHIEW!”

Husk stumbled out of the other room, one leg still not in his pants yet. “You alright over there, Ange?”

“All good, Husk, just got a little carried away with the pepper. Sorry if I startled you.”

“Ah, don’t worry about it. Least I’m definitely awake now.”

If the angle had been better, Angel would have had an easy way to check if Husk was enjoying this, but unfortunately the pants were pulled up before Angel could get a good look. Still, the fact that Husk had practically come running from the other room had to count for something. And the way Husk kept glancing at Angel from the corner of his eye as if hoping for more.

Later, he felt a sneeze coming on and he tried stifling it, pinching his nose with two fingers. “Hhhh’gnxt!”

Husk looked at him like he had three heads. “What’d you do that for?“

“It’s pretty late and the bar can get kind of echoey - I was just trying to be quieter so I didn’t wake anyone up is all.”

“Screw the rest of them,” Husk replied fervently. “Take care of yourself. That looked like it hurt.”

“It did, yeah.” No more stifles, then. “Thanks, Hu-hu… huh… Huh’TCHIEW! Husk. Thanks, Husk.”

Husk smiled. “Much better.” Hmmm, yeah, Angel was adding that to the list of “evidence that Husk is totally into sneezing”.

His next opportunity was a fortuitous one. Charlie brought him hand soap as a gift, offering that “everyone deserves to smell nice, and I’m guessing your hands could get quite unpleasant after work.” It was a nice sentiment, but peppermint really didn’t agree with him. Specifically, with his nose. Normally he would have flat out refused, but this time he had a plan.

Right before he and Husk went to get intimate, he went to wash his hands as usual. But this time he pulled out the soap he’d been hiding for this occasion. It only took one good sniff and soon his hands were no longer clean. “Heh’ITSCHH! TCHHH! Hit’CHIEW! ATSCHHH! Heh’huh’hih’HitSCHIEW! Heh’IT’shue! Heh’it’SHUE! Hah’TCHH! Hetschh! Itschhhh! Snff….”

Husk made it to the bathroom just as the fit subsided. “Woah there Angel, what happened?”

“Ugh, id’s the soap,” he pointed weakly. All that sneezing had taken a bit more out of him than he expected. “Forgot I was allergic to peppermint.”

“Let’s get that off your hands, then,” Husk said gently, taking the soap. Angel didn’t catch where Husk put it, but it didn’t look like Husk was taking it to the trash. Another addition to the list then, for sure.

He came back a moment later, as Angel was washing the soap (and snot) off his hands. “Ugh, sorry I’m such a mess,” Angel said.

“You are not a mess, Angel. You are beautiful,” Husk said, gently lifting Angel’s chin.

“Thanks. But I did still make a mess…” He gestured toward the mirror coated in spray, and the wet patches on his own chest.

Husk chuckled. “I suppose you did. We can clean that later. How are you feeling?”

Angel rubbed his nose. “A little sniffly, but otherwise ok. Not sure how long it’ll take the effect of the peppermint to fully wear off.”

There was a pause, and Angel could see Husk’s mind working, probably doing a cost benefit analysis in his head. “No worries if you’re not up for it, but do you think you have the energy? You know, for what we were about to start?”

“Sure, but I should warn you… I can’t promise I won’t start sneezing again.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he replied. “I’ve dealt with worse,” he added, almost as an afterthought. Maybe to cover up his enjoyment? This whole incident was the strongest evidence of all.

Angel had thought that sneezing during sex would give him more proof that Husk was into it, but in reality it was impossible to distinguish moans of pleasure about sex from moans of pleasure about sneezing. What he did know was that the one time Angel had accidentally sneezed on Husk, the man had carried on enthusiastically as if nothing had happened. So that actually did count as more damning evidence, although all it proved for sure was that Husk wasn’t disgusted by Angel sneezing on him.

By now, Angel was quite convinced that Husk was into sneezing. The only problem now was how to get him to admit it. Right before sex would have been the obvious time, but Husk hadn’t said anything then. He could offer to dust the place? No, Nifty had that covered. What options were even left? He turned over the question in his mind, but nothing came up.

A few days later, Angel woke up with a raging head cold, and a plan emerged. After Husk had had plenty of time to fuss over his symptoms, he went into another room and placed a call, making sure Husk was still in earshot. “Yeah I’m free today. How about… Heh’ITCSCCH! Haha, yeah, you’re welcome. How about this afternoon? Ok perfect, see you then!”

“Going somewhere?” Husk asked, entering the room.

“Oh, yeah, just a quick work thing. I should be back pretty soon.”

Husk stared at him. “You are NOT working today.” It was not an observation, but a demand.

“I’ll be fine, I’m not even that sick.” A few stray sneezes immediately undercut that point.

“You are not working today. Whatever it is can wait until you’re feeling better.”

“Ok, but actually it can’t. That’s, um… kind of the whole point.”

“What?”

“This person has a sneezing kink. They want to see me when I’m all sick.”

Husk stared. “They want to see you… they want you to… what?”

It hadn’t escaped Angel’s notice that Husk had avoided saying the word “sneeze”. Twice in fact. Guilty! “It’s no big deal, I just have to hang out with the… he… heh… het’SCHH! Them and sneeze for a bit, then I can come back right home to you. Easy money, and I barely even have to do anything!” He grinned.

“You are not working today,” Husk insisted for the third time. Only this time, it sounded a little more like begging.

“I don’t see what the big deal is,” Angel continued, determined to wring the confession out of Husk through sheer stubbornness. “I won’t be gone long, and it’s not like I’m so sick I need bed rest.”

Husk frowned, trying to come up with a rebuttal. “Can’t I just want you to stay with me? Isn’t that enough?” The frustration was clear on his face.

Wow, an admission of feelings! Not quite the confession Angel was waiting for, but progress nonetheless. “Of course you can, Husk,” Angel said, taking his hand gently. “I’m just confused because you’ve literally never given me this much pushback about going out before. Is there something you want to tell me?”

“No,” Husk said a little too quickly. “There’s nothing.”

“Oh, but I think there is,” Angel replied, a smug grin forming. “Is it possible that you’re jealous?”

“Of what? I’ve never had a problem with your work before.”

“Therein lies the question,” Angel returned, pacing. “Whatever could have poor Husker all worked up?”

As luck would have it, Angel felt a sneeze coming on. He leaned into all the hitching breaths, taking note of Husk’s laser focus. And then, the urge faded away. “Ugh, the sneeze went away. Such a shame, isn’t it?” Husk remained motionless. “Hmmm, I know what to do. Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

“What? Where are you…”Angel returned with the soap, which he had found underneath the sink as he suspected. “Angel, what are you doing? No!” But it was too late. Angel took a deep sniff, maintaining firm eye contact.

The effects were as intense as they were predictable. Countless sneezes barreled their way out of Angel for what felt like eternity but was probably more like ten minutes.

“Now then,” Angel said, staring directly at the bulge that Husk could no longer hide. “Are you sure there’s nothing you want to tell me?”

Husk sighed, knowing there was no way he could prolong this. “Ok, fine. You win. I like it when you… when you… goddamnit why is this so hard to say? I like it when you sneeze. And that’s why I want you to stay home today. Happy now?”

“Of course! I believe I have an appointment to cancel then, since it’s been replaced by time with my won… wuh… uh… uh’TSCCHH! My wonderful partner.”

#my snezfic #snezbin hotel #the title is cringe but I tried lol #this was a lot of fun to write #just a lil humor and fluff is a nice change of pace from that angst I wrote last lol

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aleksa-sims · 3 months

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RL Story

CW: panic attack, disease

Sandra’s last chapter started... 🌼😞

The next day I went to Sandra to pick up Liam. S. was the middle of moving. She asked me to take care of her little one. Before I went to her, I was in the hospital. My doc called me. He wanted to examine me again. It was about my blood levels. My leukocytes were elevated and since I was pregnant, he was a bit worried.

Though this was nothing new to me (my elevated Leukos), I was still scared as hell, when I got the call from the hospital. I was so terrified, that I got a panic attack.

Sandra: Did you have enough money for the cab? Why didn’t you call your parents to get you, or Daniel?

Me: Daniel has an appointment. I called my Mom. But it would have taken too long to wait for her. She was on the phone with me during the whole ride to distract me. She was so worried, it made me even more nervous, so I called you. And of course I had money with me.

Sandra: Now you're here & safe. You don’t have to be afraid, A.! Everything will be fine! Just continue to take those deep breaths..... Come, lay down on the couch.

Me: ..... Sorry S., but now I just don't want to be hugged. Pls don’t stress me!!

Sandra: Okay, I leave you alone. I won’t touch you, A... Try to relax.

Me: Thanks S.... Tell me something. What’s Liam doing?

Sandra: He’s asleep, but he’ll wake up soon. Yk, if this gets too much for you today with Liam, I can ask my Mom, or I take him with me? I just thought it would be good for you and Daniel to spend a day alone with Liam. Kind of.... a test.

Me: Daniel is good with Babies. Liam loves him. But you’re right! Now that I’m pregnant.... Let’s see, if Daniel even wants to take care of a Baby with me.

Sandra: I trust Daniel and you anyway. Is everything ok with you two? He seemed so quiet the other day.

Me: I slept with him last night. But.... agh, Idk? He's been so cold to me, this morning. Anyway, I don't wanna talk about it.

Sandra: Okay then.... tell me how your check up was? Why do you worry sm?

Me: Same damn issue as always.... My doc wanted to examine me more closely. He did an ultrasound to see if any white blood cells had accumulated in my organs. They’ll call me as soon as they get the results. But my Baby's fine. He told me not to worry.

Sandra: I know you’re terrified of being seriously ill. But you’re fine, A.! Your Baby is fine too, you just have to do something about your panic attacks. Did you take your pills?

Me: Yes! But I know why I got a panic attack. I’ve been thinking too much about the shit Irma told me six months ago. Daniel saw her. And just this morning, I also got that call from my doc. Right after D. told me about Irma that weirdo. You know?

As Sandra and I kept talking, the doorbell rang. Sandra told me she met a nice guy. He was her new neighbor. They met in that building/house, where her new apartment was. She liked him. He offered to help Sandra with the move, so he came by today.

While Sandra opened the door to her new neighbor, I walked over to Liam’s nursery. The little one woke up, but was still a bit tired. I stroked his head and smiled at him. As soon as Liam noticed me, he stretched out his arms, to take him out of his crib. So cute. Together we went back to the living room, where I put Liam in his high chair. At that moment Sandra’s new neighbor entered her apartment.

As I turned around, I saw a tall, young man standing in front of Sandra. While I was waiting for S. to introduce me to him, I noticed how she looked at him. It was obvious, Sandra had a crush on that guy. Hm?... Ok, I got it! S. wanted to be alone with him. That’s why she needed me as a babysitter.

All right, then it's time for me to call Daniel to pick me & Liam up. I texted him. He’ll be there in a few minutes, but before Liam & I left, Sandra of course introduced me to her new... friend?

Sandra: That’s the...... nice guy, I told you about. Dario. He helps me with wallpapering and building up some furniture.

Me: Hey, D.! I'm Aleksa. Nice to meet you.

Dario: Hi!

Me: Um, well! You two are busy today. Can you please pack Liam’s things, S.? Daniel's already down there waiting for us.

Sandra: It's all done. I just have to get his sleeping bag. But we’ll help you carry his stuff in the car.

Me: C'mon sweetie! Uncle Danny’s waiting for you.

I didn’t talk much to Sandra’s new friend that day. From the first impression he seemed okay, but.....no! This guy’s gonna be S.’s worst nightmare, her..... end.😞 Some of you know what I’m talking about. Anyway, rn I don’t want to say more about him. At first everything seemed perfect. They were both in love and happy with each other, for almost 2 years. But unfortunately this guy was..... a psycho. 😔😢

And Daniel, he didn’t know Liam was gonna stay with us. But somehow D. knew, that I wanted to.... test him, to see if he could take care of a Baby with me. Well, let's see... 😬

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deathbyyoongx · 2 years

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everytime; chapter 4 — myg

╭ chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, ...

╭ word count: 5.3k

╭ summary: Everyone knew Min Yoongi as the guy who wouldn’t say no to a nice pair of tits. His cocky attitude and stunning looks made it hard for most girls to resist. And even though you would like to say you’re not like the others in that aspect, you unfortunately happened to be his ex. But even though you despised his guts for the last 3 years or so, he somehow managed to find himself a way between your legs on one semi-drunk night.

╭ pairing: fuckboy!yoongi x ex!reader

╭ genre: smut, angst, bit of fluff, more smut

╭ warnings: enemies to fwb, dom!yoongi, sub!reader, jealous ex!jungkook, bestfriend!jimin, hate sex, yoongi has a degrading kink but so does yn, brat taming, hair pulling, spitting, slapping, hickeys, choking, unprotected sex (STAY SAFE GUYS!), creampie, praise kink, hand kink, possessive yoongi, sexual content ofc, mentions of drinking, ...

╭ author’s note: this fic is inspired by the song everytime by ariana grande. I also recommend using the chrome extension InteractiveFics for a better reading experience ;)

Its been a while, woops

22/08/2022

The sound of your doorbell ringing caught you off guard as you were trying to find some milk for your cornflakes. You looked through the peephole, and the sight of Jimin send you into a frenzy. You cussed and cussed again as you were running towards your room. “I’ll be there, wait a minute.” You rummaged through your closet, finding the first turtleneck you could find before heading back to the front door. When you swung the door open, you saw Jimin waiting for you with a rather mad expression. “What are you doing here?” Was the first thing you asked, a sweat droplet running down your cheek.

“I came to help like you asked me too.” He nonchalantly answered.

You frowned your eyebrows. “Yeah, tomorrow, not today.”

He looked back at you with a puzzled expression, realising his confusion of the dates. “Oh, anyway. Where were you last night? You never came back we were so worried about you?!”

Jimin walked into your apartment, inviting himself to come in, closing the door behind him. “Uh, I-uh got sick.” You said, walking over to your couch before you placed yourself down onto it.

“Sick, huh?” He didn’t buy it.

What you also didn’t tell him was that last night, after your little rendezvous with Yoongi, you snuck out of Hoseok’s house as fast as possible. Not because you wanted to get away, but because your neck and chest were covered in hickeys that you couldn’t hide from anyone with what you were wearing that night. That’s why you had to wear a turtleneck right now, even though it was 30 degrees Celsius outside.

“Yeah…sick.” You smiled. “What, don’t you believe me?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to believe, but-” But before he could say anything further, another ring of the doorbell could be heard. This time though, Jimin decided to open up. “Oh, hey Jungkook.”

Jungkook looked a bit confused for a second, expecting it would be you opening the door. “Oh, hey.” He said before he noticed you behind Jimin sitting on the couch. “Jimin told me he was coming over so I wanted to do the same. Are you okay? I was worried sick yesterday! You didn’t respond to any of our texts.”

You could describe the feeling you were feeling now as standing on your tippy toes in a pool, keeping your head just above the water. You were suffocating yourself right now by your poor decision making from yesterday.

“I’m really sorry guys.” You desperately plead “I guess I drank too much and got distracted.”

Jimin pouted his lip with combination of squinting his eyes in doubt. “Distracted by what?”

“You also don’t seem to be so hungover.” Jungkook added to ruin your alibi even more.

“Aren’t you hot? It’s like 30 degrees outside?” Jimin spoke again, making you finally have enough.

You stood up and started hinting the two boys to leave your apartment. “No, very cold, very sick. So please, go I need some alone time like right now!”

By the way they’ve been looking you the entire time, you could tell they were very suspicious and confused about your secretive behaviour. But before they could say anything, you already closed the door in front of them, not answering their desperate pleads for you to open the door again.

You leaned against the door and sighed, quickly taking off that dreadful turtleneck.

Dumb. Dumb. Dumb. Y/n, you’re so dumb!

How could you be so stupid? Did you enjoy last night? Well of course…but it just made everything worse for you! You didn’t think about the consequences it would had. You didn’t really care about what Jimin or Taehyung would think, but it all boils down to protecting Jungkook’s feelings. You knew how much he hated him and how badly everything went down after the breakup of you and Yoongi. You knew he just wanted the best for you, but that led you to having the need to avoid even the slightest hint of Yoongi’s existent around Jungkook. He also was just fucking jealous of the guy too.

Beep beep

That’s when a small notification sound caught your attention, making you fish out your phone out of the sides of the couch.

[11:02] Jimin: Look, Idk with who, but I know you hooked up with someone last night

Your heart had sunken to your stomach and it felt as if you were really getting sick this time. Your blood started pumping from the sudden adrenaline rush since you couldn’t feel more stressed than in this moment. It couldn’t be right? Yoongi wasn’t the type to tell the others? Or was he? Did he change that much? Was he really just a cocky asshole? You couldn’t think straight, which led you to finding Yoongi’s account again and doing the dreadful thing you always wanted to do. So you pressed the button that you had been staring at for months.

Unblocked

[11:08] y/n:Did you tell Jimin about what happened yesterday?????

With biting nails you were waiting for a respond. With every passing second you started stressing even more. Maybe he wasn’t even home. Maybe he was with another girl. You shook your head. No, he couldn’t be with a girl. That guy is not the type to have fuck dates at this hour. He was probably working, which meant he would probably not read your message anytime soon, right? Maybe it’s better for you if he didn’t answer right away. But who were you kidding? You were in no state of mind to behave normally now. But before you could even think of putting your phone away, a text message popped onto the screen.

[11:12] Yoongi: Uhh…hey

[11:12] Yoongi:No I didn’t?

Your heart stopped. And all you could think was…wait ,what?

Were you really the idiot here or was he playing with you? Maybe you should’ve asked Jimin first how he got that information…

[11:13] y/n: Why do you think that???

You send to Jimin.

[11:13] Jimin: y/n, you were wearing a turtle neck in this weather…told me you were ‘distracted’ at the party…bit suspicious don’t you think?

You. Wanted. To. End. It. All.

[11:14] y/n: Heyy

[11:14] y/n: hahaha…

[11:14] y/n: Uhh…just forget I said anything

[11:14] y/n: Thank you!!!!!!

You quickly wrote to Yoongi, questioning your whole life existence in this very moment.

[11:15] Yoongi: …okay?

[11:16] Yoongi: Nice to see I’m unblocked again

[11:16] Yoongi: Can’t they know about what happened between us?

[11:16] y/n: No, they can’t

[11:16] Yoongi: Why not tho?

[11:17] Yoongi: We’ve fucked before, it’s not like they would care

[11:17] y/n: It’s complicated

[11:17] Yoongi: Right…

This was not how you wanted to spend your Sunday morning.

When work suddenly called to take over someone’s shift, you couldn’t be more than thrilled to go since you then had an excuse to ignore everyone’s text messages. And with everyone you meant Jungkook.

“Why didn’t you come and say hi to me yesterday?!”

What you didn’t know however, was that Jia was also working today.

Jia’s sudden question made you stop what you were doing. You awkwardly laughed as you turned yourself to her. “I-uh, thought you were busy.”

“Of course not! Yoongi wouldn’t mind you saying hi, you know.” His name alone made your heartbeat increase. “In fact, I didn’t see him for the rest of the night.” Memories of you and Yoongi that night flooded through your mind, making your cheeks unwillingly turn a subtle pink. “But he told me he’d make it up for me by taking me out for dinner.”

And with that, your increasing heartbeat got shattered. “How nice.”

“I know right?!” She beamed. “Oh, and I saw you with Jungkook yesterday. He got handsome didn’t he?” She teased, making me playfully roll my eyes.

“He has always been handsome.” You answer back, refilling the straws on the counter.

“Yeah, but like now he’s like a man and you can tell he had been going to the gym.” Thinking about Jungkook in the gym had made Jia a bit more excited than she should be. “Are you two back together?”

You chuckled. “No we're not.”

“Why not? Seems like a waste of a good guy, doesn’t it?”

“Maybe.”

“Then we could go on double dates!”

Ow yeah, great idea! A double date with two of your exes that hate each other and your obnoxious co-worker who doesn’t know you’re fucking the same guy. “With you and Yoongi?” She excitedly nodded to your question. “Jungkook doesn’t like Yoongi”

A quick pout appeared on her face. “Why not? They used to be quite close right?”

“Yeah, but something happened.” You turned to Jia, noticing she was waiting for you to add something to your sentence. “I don’t know the details.”

She sighed in dissatisfaction. “Yoongi’s also not the relationship type of guy though. So I guess that’ll never happen anyway.”

You mentally scoffed and decided to act dumb “He’s not?”

“No, I already talked about it with him before, but something in me says I can change him.” She said in full confidence.

“Good luck with that.” You said sarcastically, hoping she wouldn’t notice. And as you were refilling the milk, a thought popped in your head. “Are you in love with him?” You asked out of curiosity and out a bit of fear. You didn’t know which idea you hated more: her being Yoongi’s casual fuckbuddy or her being actually head over heels over him. But her answer made you sigh out of relief.

“Love is a big word.” She said after thinking about it for a second. “But I think he’s cute.” She smiled.

The hours passed, and happily for you without any mention of any guy named Min Yoongi or Jeon Jungkook. And even though you didn’t want to, but whenever you were eying down Jia, it reminded you of how Yoongi’s dick had been in her. A vile thought, but your jealousy had always gotten the worse of you. You really wanted to like her, but the thought of him doing all the things he did to you to her did something with you.

“Oh my god, he’s here!” Jia quickly took of her apron and took out her hairclip. “Tell him I’ll be right back. I’m going to get my stuff!” She beamed as she quickly hopped off to the backroom.

“Who’s here?” Asking was useless, cause you could see the man in question standing at the door, smirking at you. “Never mind.” You quickly looked away, acting as if you didn’t see him. You were searching something to make it look like you were busy, but luck wasn’t in your favour. Everything got restocked and cleaned for the next day, and worst of all, by you.

You felt his presence at the other side of the counter, which made you suddenly act if the cuticles of your nails were very interesting. “Not even a hello?” You suddenly heard.

Not looking up, you said “I don’t know you and you don’t know me, got it?”

A simple ‘tsk’ left his lips as he slightly shook his head. “Hoba found your panties by the way. He gave them to me.” He said, smirking as soon as he realised he got your attention.

With wide eyes you looked up at him. “Did you tell him?!”

“No, he just saw you leave the bathroom after me.” He said with a small laugh after that. “Anyways If you want them back, I guess you’ll have to come over.”

And all you could think was this bitch “You can keep them.”

He shrug his shoulders and looked back at the door of the backroom, which soon opened to reveal a dressed up Jia. He smiled at her, making your heart ache. “You look absolutely stunning.”

Jia giggled. “Oh, stop it you!” The way he put his arm around her…just how he used to do with you. Corners of his lips curling up, giving her a small smile. “See you next time, y/n!” She waved.

With pressed lips, you gave her a quick smile back. And the moment she turned her head away, that’s when you gave Yoongi one last look. This time he wasn’t looking at you. He gave Jia all of his attention from the moment they stepped out of the door. Whatever, you thought by yourself. Why should you care. It was a one time thing you kept telling yourself. Even though something in you really wanted your panties back.

Who would’ve thought that your little interaction would upset you as much as it did. Usually you would come home, filled with joy since another day of work was over. But when you finally sat down into your new bought couch, you couldn’t help but be filled with anger. Dinner wasn’t even on your mind. How could it be? Knowing Yoongi and Jia were going on another date, which would probably end in the same scenario you had with Yoongi the day before. You sighed out of frustration. There was only one logical thing to do now.

Text Yoongi.

[18:23] y/n: Hope you’re having fun

Your impulsiveness got the best of you again since the send button was pressed faster than you could comprehend. How dare he do all those things to you yesterday and then show up to work to pick up one of his other girls? No way. The nerve he had. And weirdly enough, you didn’t regret what happened yesterday. Your eyes suddenly sprung open of the thought of yesterday.

Oh no…

Was what Yoongi said true? Did Hoseok saw you leave the room after Yoongi? If yes, did he tell Jimin? Taehyung? Or worse, Jungkook?

[18:27] y/n: Hobi…

[18:27] y/n: Is what Yoongi said true…?

[18:27] y/n: Do you know what happened yesterday?

Fuck it, you thought as you walked over to your liquor cabinet. Since your stomach was filled with so much jealousy already, the only thing you could devour now was a nice glass of white wine. You popped open a new bottle and poured yourself a glass that suddenly got lit up by the light of your phone.

[18:32] Hobi: Yes and I think you guys are fucking disgusting

[18:32] Hobi: I invite you to my house for the first time

[18:33] Hobi: And the first thing you do is fuck my best friend in my bathroomㅠㅠ

“Shit.” You cursed out loud.

[18:33] y/n: I got carried away in the moment!!!!!! I’m sorry!!!!!!!

[18:33] y/n: Did you…tell anyone?

[18:34] Hobi: Of course not

[18:34] Hobi: Why would I tell other people if I didn’t even wanted to know

[18:34] Hobi: One good thing to came from that is you and Yoongi are back to talking

[18:34] y/n: I guess…

[18:35] y/n: I wouldn’t say back to talking…it’s complicated

[18:35] Hobi: I’m surprised…

You knew he meant that sarcastically

[18:36] y/n: Oh…and Hobi…

[18:36] y/n: Is it true that you found my panties…?

[18:38] Hobi: …

[18:38] Hobi: I did

[18:38] Hobi: But I gave them to Yoongi so…

[18:38] y/n: How did you even know they were mine?

[18:39] Hobi: Cause Yoongi told me…

[18:39] Hobi: He was helping with the clean up the day after

[18:39] Hobi: Then I found them…and I knew I saw you two leave the bathroom the night before so yeah

[18:39] Hobi: I just had to connect the dots

[18:39] Hobi: Yoongi also told me they were yours so yeah

[18:40] y/n: Well…thank you Hobi

[18:40] y/n: again…sorry

[18:40] y/n: ttyl

You took another sip to comprehend what just had happened. At least you got your answer, Hoseok did know. You were at least relieved that you could trust him enough that he wouldn’t tell anyone else.

But here you were again hours later, tossing and turning in your bed, thinking about the one and only Min Yoongi. His name kept lingering in your mind, no matter how hard you tried to think of something or someone else. Yoongi, Yoongi and more Yoongi. Reimagining how is hands felt on your body. How the petals of his lips pressed against your skin. The thought alone turned you on, which subconsciously led your right hand into your panties, mimicking the motions Yoongi did to you that night. And so you started fantasizing again. How his tongue circled around your sensitive nub, making you lose all sense of reality. Or how his husky breath against the nape of your neck made you shiver. Or how his growing bulge kept rubbing against your…

Beep beep

The sudden notification snapped you out of your trance.

It was him, which made you happier then you should be.

[01:16] Yoongi: Hope you realise how unsurprised I actually am that you texted me that

[01:16] Yoongi: Oh and don’t worry, she’s not the only one I had fun with tonight

His snarky little comment made your desire turn into full jealousy. And you knew damn well he said that just to piss you off.

[01:17] y/n: Min Yoongi fucking multiple girls? What surprise!

[01:18] Yoongi: Yeah and you’re one of them now

[01:18] y/n: That’s not true

[01:18] Yoongi: Oh, isn’t it?

[01:18] Yoongi: So we weren’t fucking when I was filling you up with my cum?

[01:19] y/n: Why you gotta say it like that????

[01:19] y/n: You’re fucking disgusting

[01:19] y/n: And that was a one time thing, it won’t happen again

[01:19] Yoongi: Oh? It won’t?

[01:20] y/n: No, it won’t

[01:20] y/n: I was just drunk and horny

[01:20] Yoongi: Why are you texting me then?

[01:20] y/n: What do you mean?

[01:20] Yoongi: Your basically telling me you want to go back to how it used to be

[01:20] Yoongi: Which is completely ignoring my existent

[01:20] Yoongi: But here you are

[01:20] Yoongi: unblocking me

[01:21] Yoongi: Texting me to ‘have fun’ cause that’s your way of telling me that you’re jealous

[01:21] Yoongi: Acting as if you don’t like me paying attention to you

[01:21] Yoongi: Cause if you didn’t, I assume you would’ve stopped responding a long time ago

[01:21] Yoongi: It’s almost cute how dumb you are

[01:22] y/n: I don’t know why I sent that, okay?

[01:22] y/n: Sometimes I do things without thinking twice

[01:22] Yoongi: How about you stop trying to convince me and yourself you don’t want me, and just send me something pretty to keep me busy?

You felt your cheeks turn red and your heart started pumping out of excitement. You shook your head, no. You shouldn’t let your sick desires for this man get the best of you…right?

[01:23] y/n: You got to be kidding me

[01:23] Yoongi: What? Its’ not like you haven’t done that before ;)

[01:24] y/n: Oh yeah, that’s right !

[01:24] y/n: Maybe you should think about those pics then instead huh

[01:24] Yoongi: But I’d like updated pictures

You bit your lip as you started to think if you should do it. Yoongi noticed it took you a while to respond in comparison to before, knowing you were having second thoughts.

[01:25] Yoongi: Look, you don’t have to send me anything but if you don’t want to

[01:25] Yoongi: But it sure is welcomed

You looked down at your sleepwear, finding your worn out shirt with holes far from sexy. Leaning over at your right, quickly reaching for your most presentable lingerie in your top drawer. As you hastily put it on your body, a part of you couldn’t believe you were doing this for him. So here you were, making mirror selfies in the most lustful way you possible could. Your hair messy and every curve visible just for him. And after being quite pleased about the results, it didn’t take you long to press send.

And no matter what you did or how much you tried to convince yourself you didn’t want him to fuck you senseless, he seemed to get exactly what he wants.

[01:29] Yoongi: You never disappoint

A very pleased grin appeared on your face after reading his message, feeling quite flattered he liked them. You laid down onto your bed, waiting for his next text, assuming this would be a lovely night of sexting. However, him suddenly calling you caught you off guard. “H-hey.” You stuttered as you picked up.

“Did you change into that just for me?” Was the first thing for him to ask, making you a bit embarrassed by his sudden call out.

So the only obvious thing you could do now, of course, was lie. “No, I-I just happened to have that on.”

You could hear him scoff on the other side of the line. “You’re such a bad liar. You looked absolutely stunning in it though.” Another smile came onto you as he said that. “Do you like pleasing me?”

You started playing with your hair. “Maybe.” You teased.

Yoongi smirked, finding your reaction cute. “Do you regret what happened yesterday?” He asked out of genuine concern.

“No.”

Your answer made some weight leave Yoongi’s shoulders. Even though he always loved testing your limits, in no circumstances would he want to take it on a level where you would feel uncomfortable. “Can’t believe how shy you are right now.” He teased.

“It’s just been a while since we talked okay”

“And who’s fault is that.” He scoffed.

“Not the point” You quickly added.

What you didn’t know was that Yoongi was being very smiley as well, reminiscing about the time you were still dating since you were acting the same now as you were back then. “Well, I didn’t mind seeing you again” You couldn’t control your smile after he said that.

“Of course you didn’t, but something like that won’t happen again”

“Why not?”

“Because I refuse to become one of your girls.”

“I don’t see a problem with that.” He said. “I’ll be nice.” The huskiness in his voice when he said that made you swoon. “Didn’t you like the way I made you feel?”

Memories from that night quickly flashed through your mind. “I did.”

“That’s what I thought.” That’s when Yoongi reminded himself why he called you in the first place. “Are you still wearing the same thing?”

“Yeah…”

“Still wearing the same black panties?”

“Uhu…”

“I want you to take them off.”

“W-what?”

“You heard me.”

A sudden excitement rushed down to your stomach, making you do as he told without thinking twice. Grabbing the hem of your blacked laced panties and sliding them off, throwing them to the side. “They’re off.”

“I want you to touch yourself and think its me between your legs” He asked with a smirk, feeling himself, literally, getting more excited. “Got it?”

“Yes, Yoongi.” His wish was your command. Sliding down your fingers, spreading your folds before you took some of your wetness to glide over your swollen nub. Subconsciously holding your breath as you were playing with it.

“Are you wet?” He asked in between the silence.

You bit your lip. “Of course I am” You reassured.

“Good girl.” He praised. “I wish I could see you right now.” Yoongi said, eyeing down his ever so growing bulge inside of his grey sweatpants as his right hand’s playing with the string of his joggers.

Your breathing became unsteady. “I wish you were here too.”

“What would you want me to do if I was there?”

“Hmh-“ Was all you could mouth. Even though this wasn’t the first time you guys did something like this, it still managed to make you timid.

“If you can’t tell me what you want, then you won’t get it.”

Oh god, those words had given you another round of sheer desperation for him. How you would love for him to come over now. This time, not a chance of anyone barging in. It would be just the two of you, accessible for one another for hours on end. With the amount of fantasies you had about him ever since that night, you were confident you two could go at it for hours. And you know he sure wouldn’t mind. A small moan escaped your lips “I’d want your fingers pleasing me instead of mine. I want you to make me come as you did yesterday.”

“You really enjoyed that, didn’t you?”

You hummed a ‘uhu’ in between your heavy breathing “I really did. I haven’t been able to control myself ever since.”

Your sudden confession had peeked his interest. “Oh, haven’t you now? I thought you didn’t want me?”

The combination of the white wine and your never ending horniness made you give in into Yoongi’s questions without second thought. “I think we both know what I really want since I’m finger fucking myself by the thought of you as we speak.”

“Ooh, there she is.” He responded as if he had found something. “The shy girl got replaced by the y/n I know. Gotten your confidence back, huh?”

Another moan slipped out as your grip around your phone tightened. “You don’t know how bad I want you right now, Yoongi.”

“Getting desperate there, huh? Just for me? I’m flattered.” Satisfaction took over Yoongi’s facial features as he realised he had been on your mind ever since last night. “You’d love for that to happen again, don’t you y/n?”

“Fuck-Yoongi, you don’t even know.”

His lips curled into a sadistic grin. “But yesterday was a one time thing, right?” Of course he said that. Of course he would use your own god forsaken words against you in this moment. And you knew he was enjoying every single bit of it. “I mean, it doesn’t have to be. But only if you make it very clear to me how much you want me.”

You started to have a hard time keeping your legs open. “I want you all to myself, Yoongi. I want to please you like no other girl would. I’d obey you like no other, just for your enjoyment.” Yoongi’s desire for you became hungrier as the minutes passed. Just the thought of you alone being so worked up about him made his imagination drive to unspeakable places. And you could tell by the size of the tent in his sweats. “I want you to fuck me senseless.”

You slipped out another moan without thinking much of it, but on the other side of the line you just flipped a switch for someone. “Fuck babe, I’d love to hear more of that. Just you moaning my name over and over again as I stretch you out.”

“I wish I had your dick inside of me instead of my fingers, Yoongi” You pleaded, as you started to pick up the pace of your fingers. “I need you so bad.”

“Of course you do, dirty girl.” Yoongi knew he wouldn’t be able to contain himself any longer by the way his dick was twitching. “My dick is rock hard for you baby.”

“Yeah?” You moaned, inserting both your middle and ring finger inside of you. “I wish I could help you to get rid of it.” Just thinking about Yoongi’s face while you’d suck him off made you even come closer to your orgasm. “I’d be on my knees begging for just a taste.”

“God just thinking about it makes me insane.” He groaned as he gave his clothed member a hard stroke. “You’d look real pretty sucking my cock.”

“I want you to grab my hair as you do it” You moaned. “You’ll be in full control of my motion, just the right pace for my Yoongi” Yoongi bit his lip as he eagerly grabbed his rock-hard cock out of his boxers, tip red burning full of desire, giving it a few slow strokes. “Looking up to you, watching you trying to hold in your moans as I suck you off.” Fuck, you wanted him so bad. “And when you cum, I want to lick everything up. Every last bit, I want to taste you.”

Wasting no time, He vigorously started stroking himself, unable to control his hormones any longer. The mere thought of you doing all those things made him sexually frustrated, making him rethink if he had should’ve spend the night with you instead of Jia.

He scoffed. “You’d do anything to please me, isn’t it?” He panted

“Anything.”

The grip around his cock tightened as a reflex to your words. “Come for me, baby. I want to hear your beautiful voice as I touch myself.”

“Yes Yoongi.” The more you started to focus on your orgasm, ,the louder you seemed to get. However, the louder you got, the heavier Yoongi’s breathing got. You started smirking, since now it felt as if the roles of the day before were reversed. It felt as you were more in control in this moment. And even if it didn’t felt like that for Yoongi, you sure were going to try. “You wish it was my mouth pleasing you instead of your hand, don’t you?”

A grin appeared on his face, knowing well enough what you were doing. “Of course I do, baby-fuck.” It was embarrassing for him how close he was already getting to come lose. “Then you’ll be able to show off your improvement, huh?” He teased.

Even though you wanted to scoff, a moan left your lips instead since you were almost at your climax. “I-I’m coming, babe.”

“Come for me, please.”

“Yeah- Yeah-“ Almost being unable to hold onto that damned phone as your whole body was clenching together when you finally reached your peek. Slammed thighs together and letting out deep breaths as you felt your body loosen up again. But the person on the other side was just getting to his orgasm with the helps of your messy moans. And the last thing you could hear was a deep groan and heavy panting on the other side, making you smile out of satisfaction. “Did you come too? That didn’t last very long.” You teased

Yoongi’s head was thrown back, his jet-black hair covering his eyes as he panted to come off his high. Cum dripping down his veiny hand, knuckles white from his grip. “fuck, y/n.” He needed a moment before he could respond to your snarky little comment. “As if you’re not a mess now.”

You scoffed. “I can handle more than this.”

“I bet.” He chuckled, grabbing the nearest tissue he could find to clean himself off. “Can’t wait to see your endurance next time I see you then.”

You suddenly got shy again. “N-Next time?”

“Come on, you can stop acting as if you don’t want to see me anymore, y/n.” He said slightly annoyed. “Besides, I would love to take you out again.”

“I doubt that.” You said, not because you didn’t believe him, but because you didn’t want to believe him.

Something in Yoongi’s tone had softened. “No really. How about tomorrow? I know your schedule. I can pick you up after work.”

“At work?? Jia would see us?”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah? So? Unlike you, I don’t care who sees us. Besides, it’s not like it’s a secret I’m seeing other women.”

Him mentioning the fact you weren’t the only girl in his life mad your heart ache. Was going out with Yoongi again a good idea? Probably not, but something in you had been waiting for this opportunity for so long that it would be cockblocking yourself a this point. “Other women, yeah. But she doesn’t know about…us, you know”

“Then I’ll guess you’ll have a new topic to talk about then” He couldn’t care less about what other people would think. He only cared about you right now and how he would love to spend time with you, no matter who was looking. “But if you don’t mind me, I’ll have to clean up the mess you made me make.” He heard you let out a little giggle, making him smile. “Goodnight babe.”

“Goodnight Yoongi.”

And with that, he hung up.

A part of you was dreading the idea. Were you really going back to being emotionally drained by no other than Min Yoongi? Or was this time going to be different. You scoffed at yourself as you shook your head. Of course it would be different. It would be even worse. Cause this time you weren’t his and he wasn’t yours.

Taglist; @flowerblu00, @brinda-9, @seokjinkismet, @sugainmybowl, @mxxxnshine

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starsunderwaterr · 11 months

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Comfort with the Idols + Agents! (pt. 1)

Hey guys! I really do apologize for the late posts. Trying to manage my time better. Not even gonna hold you all, my week's been pretty ass, and I think I can speak for all of us when I say that we could all use a little bit of comfort from our favorite cephalopods. Enjoy guys, love you ♡

I'll just be doing Squid Sisters for this part bc I am currently on a plane traveling home and I am off the extremely desired two hours bro

All characters are 18+

Minors DNI

Callie!

Welp

Girlie knows exactly when you’re upset

She can just read you that good because she’s the same way way herself

She can tell when you’re upset based on your body language, and she’ll do her best to be there for you

She’ll start by sending a few texts, but of course, it depends on the situation

‘Heyyy!! I noticed you were really off today and I just wanted to make sure you were feeling okay!!! (≧◡≦) ♡ let me know if there’s anything I can do to help!! ♡ ♡’

She doesn’t always want to press, but if you let her in, she’ll be all over you (in a good way)

Anything you need, she’ll get, and she means it

Water, candy, your favorite takeout place, a gun

In all seriousness, if you ask her to come over, she will bring a whole bunch of your favorite comfort things, go on a whole spending spree just for you so that you can feel better

She's definitely gonna make you something hot and warm, grab a blanket, and sit down with you on the couch to talk

Will take your hands and hold them with such gentle care omg>>>

Her hands are also super soft???? Like, girlie takes such good care of her skin

So she's holding your hands and she's just looking at you in your lil sad burrito

The softest voice, "Hey, it's gonna be alright. Tell me what's going on..."

You can't help but tell her, she's just so comfortable to be around

Halfway through telling her, you burst into a sob, and instantly her arms are around you

Will hold you gently but securely so that you feel safe

Will rub your back and kiss your head

Is like,,,, scarily calm but genuinely worried about you, especially because it's not every day that you break down in her arms

“It’s okay to cry, (Y/N). Just let it out. I’m here.”

Her voice is always so gentle and calming, and she’s surprisingly a good listener when things get serious

Holds you until you tire yourself out, and even then, she’s not going to let go unless you make the move or say so

And she’s really going out of her comfort zone for you, since she gets extremely antsy after sitting for long periods of time, so she really does care for you

Will stay with you for however long you need, grabs you anything you ask for

Will try to sympathize with you through her own stories and whatnot

“You don’t ever have to hide it from me because eventually I will figure it out anyways!”

Okay nah but like why is it actually cute when she threatens you like that

Causes your chest to swell just a tad

Will literally stare at you before saying like the sweetest/most adorable thing ever

"You know I'm really happy I met you. I know I don't say it enough but thank you for being my friend and so much more."

Will literally bring you to tears like-

You had a bad day but your girlfriend just swoops in and brings you a care package, cuddles, AND A HEARTFELT MESSAGE LIKE HUH??????

We fr love Callie, she a real one <3

Marie!

So, Marie is observant, but maybe not in the way you'd think

She will notice changes in your behavior, but she doesn't say anything until it concerns her (AKA when she can get enough evidence to tell that you are not normal HDSHHHD)

Will notice you get either really quiet or way too bubbly (even if you are naturally)

Eyes you suspiciously and will stare into your soul before then having her aha moment

“So there is something wrong, you just didn’t want to tell me.”

You can’t really keep a poker face after that, I’m afraid

She’ll stare into your soul and glare at you (lovingly, of course) with her arms crossed over her chest

“Come on, (Y/N). Can’t fool me with that crap.”

Will soften up though once you respond, especially if you try to push her away or get snappy

“You don’t have to tell me, of course, but… I am worried about you.”

If you want your space, she’ll leave you be, but she’ll check up on you after a few hours

She knows the importance of and loves her alone time, so if you want it, she will, by all means, give it to you

After a few hours, she stands in the doorway, knocking softly on the doorframe, “Hey (Y/N)?”

Marie is usually very dry and nonchalant, but she has some care in her voice

Will look at you with soft, saddened eyes as you’re in your little sad burrito, trying to remain as gentle as she can be

Walks over and just scoops you up, even if you're heavier than her, SHE'LL MAKE IT WORK OKAY-

Holds you in her lap and will cradle you close

and yes her face is bright red and she's embarrassed but she's doing this for you bro

Will gently stroke your head and kind of hum gently as she does

I see Marie as a sort of grandma type (I mean, Callie calls her one all the time-) so I can see her literally holding you and crotcheting or something while you just relax against her

Will occasionally mumble something about a stitch pattern and kiss your head, or she'll talk quietly with you as she does it and holds you

Might crack the occasional joke to try and cheer you up

Will be stitching you a little cat/bunny hat, will look back at it, then at you, then back at it again, then back at you and just-

"Yeah, you'll look reallll ugly in this.-"

LIKE MS. GOWRL-

Will give you a look like YOU DID SOMETHING LIKE WHAT-

It works tho bc girlie gets you giggling out of pure confusion and caught-off-guardness (yes, that's a word bc i said so)

She doesn't actually mean it tho, I mean, come on, you're her partner of course she thinks you're gorgeous

Obvi if you're really upset she won't say that, but her dry and emotionless humor is a love language she uses to try and cheer you up

She loves you fr fr <3

#splatoon #splatoon 2 #splatoon 3 #splatoon x reader #callie splatoon #callie x reader #callie x reader splatoon #marie splatoon #marie x reader #marie x reader splatoon #pls enjoy #shadow wizard money gang #we love casting spells #<3

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charmingpplincardigans · 10 months

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IT IS TIME...to make an old-fashioned embarrassing text post like those days of yore before my old therapist started doing CBT.

So, I started an OK Cupid account. It’s kind of a big step, and also something I’ve been joking about for more than a year. Just any time something funny or self-deprecating (or vaguely dirty) came up I’d be like ‘putting that on the OKC profile!’ In the end my OKC profile is pretty tame. Maybe too tame really. I should probably rewrite my bio so I sound nerdier and more romantic or something.

ANYWAY. The point is, it’s scary, knowing that in order to be loved you must submit to the ordeal of being known or whatever, but I took a tiny step which feels like a huge step after ten eleven years of singlehood and touch starvedness. Now I just need someone to message me so I can take another small terrifying step and meet them. And so on and so on. It’s just fear all the way down with me when it comes to intimacy. IT’S FINE. I EMAILED A POSSIBLE THERAPIST THIS EVENING.

Last weekend I met with a friend who just graduated library school and talked to her about how to find a job and such. It was cathartic, and also heartening. I really do have a lot of practical skills from the work I’ve been doing for fifteen years now. She said I have experience with things they didn’t even really learn in grad school, that she’s had to learn on the job. That makes me feel a little better. I still worry about how glutted the librarian market is up here, but there really are a ton of library jobs to apply for in all different industries, so I’ll probably find something that will pay me enough and not murder me eventually.

(My Indeed email today had a listing for a Digital Archivist for the MFA but the pay only went up to $49K??? THAT’S LESS THAN THE TOO LITTLE I’M MAKING NOW. God I’d love to work at the MFA though. CAN YOU IMAGINE? Do I just apply anyway and then be like, just kidding, I want $70K, thanks.)

I’ve also been using they/them pronouns at work with select people. Mostly with my boss and within the Queer ERG channels. And I guess with my grand boss, who guessed it all on her own through a series of slightly hilarious events. I’m not demanding anything, and I still have they/she in my signature because I hate rocking boats and know that I’m femme a lot of the time so I know how people will see me and I don’t want to fight with everyone ever about it and yada yada. Maeve says that’s stupid. She’s probably right, but like. Maybe if I find a new therapist they can help me work through that. I’ve been taking up more space lately, but still not as much as a person probably should.

Like I said, baby steps.

Anyway, my boss saw me list myself as they/them in an ERG meeting this morning and during our one-on-one later she said she was proud of me for all of the hard, scary stuff I’ve been doing lately. (Which she knows about because we talk about work approximately half the time when we talk.) It feels silly to be proud of it all, because most people do this at like, 20, right? All of it. Being able to date, knowing who you are, knowing what kind of job you want. But because she’s a good person she reminded me that when I was 15 and 20 I wasn’t in places where it was safe to make some of these decisions, or even if it was, I didn’t have the support for them. So yeah, I’m proud of it all.

In the last twenty-five years I’ve gone from suicidal to ambivalent to apathetic to super depressed to figuring it out to figuring it out to figuring it out. I’m still figuring it out. But I have an excellent support system. I have people who love me and want to know the whole me. Want me to know the whole me. I have tools to help myself emotionally. I have hope.

I can lament over the lost time, or I can look ahead with a mind to make use of all the time I have left. I maybe got here a little bit after everyone else. I may still be working toward it, but I’m here and I’m working. I’m doing hard, scary things, and that’s what being alive is all about, right?

#no one cares kl #kl has perfectly reasonable feelings actually #they just ummmmmm fluctuate

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py6oto · 9 months

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more hlvrai x yume nikki au stuff!!!

this post is gonna have a lot more text than my usual posts. so sorry if you don't want that.

so people seemed to really like my idea (which is really unexpected !! i didn't expect it to gain any attention at all!!! but its also super awesome and im so glad they do!!) so ive been brainstorming a little bit.

heads up i know yume nikki is a very ambiguous game but im pretty new to it so if i happen to get any established information wrong please let me know !? ty !!

anyways. before we do the effects. please take some sprites.

(body horror ((multiple eyes, messed up limbs, gunshot sounds)) under the cut!!! pls stay safe !!! ) (also a huge lore dump. sorry!)

id think this au takes place in a universe where the resonance cascade was real (aka not a game or simulation) and it'd be like, maybe a few months after it. gordon is traumatized as hell and it haunts his subconscious to the point he feels the need to isolate himself completely. he relives his trauma through eerily consistent dream worlds and then dies on a random tuesday. credits roll. audience cheers. wonderful story.

the vision for the sprites is that tommy functions as a "friendly" npc (like monoko and the other girl i forget the name of please forgive me) and benrey functions as poniko, uboa being "xenrey" or essentially messed up alien benrey (the weird...white...blood....world...room...uboa takes you to when you interact with it is simply replaced by xen. that's it. benreys house is a direct gateway to that time gordon fought god and won and isn't that amazing.)

i might remake the "uboa" sprite in the future because i don't really like it right now. im very new to pixel art and imitating YMNK's style is a little hard.

i like to think this imaginary game would have the teensiest tiny bit of dialogue, only when interacting with benrey. when you interact with his "regular" form, he says "you're not supposed to be here." and repeats it every time you interact, not saying anything else.

i know one of the biggest things that makes yume nikki stand out is its lack of dialogue, but listen, i think it would work well!!! seeing as this is the only time a character actually talks to gordon through understandable dialogue (unless i come up with something else!! haha) i think it would be confusing and throw players off because it breaks the pattern of being either ignored or silently acknowledged. someone talking directly to you after hours of isolation is confusing and unpredictable. which is what benrey is. confusing as hell!

im not sure what function tommy would offer, if any, i kinda want him to maybe give gordon an effect (soda effect could work?)

i dont think he'd bring any jumpscares or intentionally unsettling things to the table. seeing as he was the only one by gordon's side when the rest of the team proved itself to be a threat, i think it's logical he'd remember tommy in a warmer light than the others- which is reflected in how instead of unsettling or ignoring gordom, dream tommy simply smiles and gives him the ability to drink a soda any time. soda effect.

does this soda effect make you see faster like tommy said?

as much as i'd love to, no. probably not. because i have no idea what the hell seeing faster means.

maybe you can get a caffeine overdose. if you spam 1 enough times you will get very fast for as long as the soda effect is on. like the bycicle effect, but better, because you can taste it!

but no, it won't help you see faster. i don't know how to translate that sentence into understandable english.

now, coomer and bubby!!!! i apologize very deeply for i have not made sprites for them yet. i promise i will!!! it's just very late today and if i draw anything else i will actually just pass out.

im not very sure what i want for them yet. i think theyd be similar to tommy, but they'd have different functions. maybe they all give gordon different effects. or maybe they scare him! i dunno, i feel like there'd be a certain level of distrust from gordon to the old guys, like, of course he doesn't hate them but itd be hard to remember them super kindly and harmlessly when one of them ruthlessly tried to murder you with 300 clones of himself and the other tricked you into an ambush that cost you your arm, as much as you love them.

also!!! i completely forgot gordon lost an arm when i made his sprite. oops. it's okay its just a very realistic prosthetic

anyways. this post is getting too long so i think I'll save the boomer talk for when i actually post their sprites. its time for EFFECTS !!

i haven't been able to come up with many words yet. but i have some effects and a slight idea of how gordon would earn them.

concept art is beautiful

from left to right (because my handwriting is absolutely hideous!)

SODA - earned by interacting with TOMMY. wherever tommy is??? i dunno! pressing 1 will make gordon drink the soda and earn a temporary speed boost.

CAR??? - part of me really wants to rename this one but it's so funny to me i want to keep it. it's just a car. he literally just whips out a car and starts driving. what a legend. this effect lets him get across water areas faster (even faster than the soda!)

LONG HAIR - literally just gives him long hair. there is no practical use for this. nothing will happen. it just gives him long hair. isnt he beautiful.

ARM - earned by interacting with a dismembered arm found... somewhere.... probably some dark room. you know that effect where madotsuki literally just becomes a head? yeah. this is that but it's an arm because of course it is. this is an opportunity and i will not give it up. there is no use for this either. it just makes him a slow sad lonely arm.

MINIGUN - found by interacting with a certain object in POTION !! WORLD !! YEAHHH!! DARNOLD REFERENCE !!! pressing 1 will let you shoot the hell out of your enemies and make them pay for their sins

SWEET VOICE - found by interacting with any of the orbs in COLOR WORLD. 1 will allow gordon to song a beautiful, colorful song that will soothe any npcs he might have angered and make them stop trying to murder him.

POWERLEGS - MAYBE given by coomer npc? idk! this is all brainstorming and a work in progress! 1 makes gordon jump real high, allowing him to reach otherwise unaccessible areas

GHOST - ghost. he's a ghost. he's transparent. he flies. 1 makes him do a little ooooo noise and all the npcs run away from him because the place is haunted. ghost.

GLASSES - literally just pick up some glasses from the floor. putting them on will uncover a few hidden details across the map that may be necessary for progress ... like a very small and specific set of stairs

SMALL - makes gordon very small. i thought the original effect was super fun so i just kept it unchanged. small gordon. he can clone himself and make a gordon army. small. im thinking he finds it thru a coomer clone that is abnormally small. he interacts. small effect. small!

SHORT HAIR - literally just short hair. gordon can't seem to pick a haircut!

UMBRELLA - ...umbrella. makes it rain. shelters gordon from the rain at the same time. can be used for the same purpose it has in yume nikki which is putting out fires or stopping pre-existing rain.

there's supposed to be more effects and i still need to plan all the worlds and hidden rooms but ........ maybe when the sun is out and i have slept and i can think better !!! let me know whatever suggestions or ideas you guys have. i love hearing them a lot ^_^ thank you if you read all of this!! i promise hlvrai animations are not over this is just an au that has temporarily taken over its okay my content is not changing to yume nikki hlvrai only

gordon no

2023.07.27

#hlvrai #yume nikki #body horror tw #hlvrai tommy #hlvrai benrey #hlvrai gordon #hlvrai coomer #hlvrai bubby #the last 2 r only mentioned im so sorry #ask to tag #hlvrai au #lots of text!!!#srry!!!#i am thinking

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iameliseposts · 1 year

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Hiya! Mind if I ask for some angst w the tweels? Just something real painful but nothing like break ups or death or like the MC will leave'em but something thats just painful in relationship be it like misunderstanding, lack of communication or maybe something a bit... violent... or feeling like they dont rely on each others too much... like irrelevant(?)

Well.... just some real angst pls... cuz I want to feel so much angst pain~ XD

Why? - Jade x MC x Floyd

Thank you for requesting! Idk why but Octavinelle is for me, embarrassing hard to write for. I hope I did them justice! I hope the angst was enough!

Also, I’m really behind on headers, but they should be done soon. I hope you enjoy!

“Why?”

You wondered to yourself when you watched Floyd run off before you could arrive. You’ve been busy with assignments all week and you really wanted a squeeze right now. A squeeze from your boyfriend. A little crazy how the tweels ended up dating you, but here we are. And here he was, chasing after Riddle. Again.

You had texted him yesterday about how excited you were to see him today. This whole week was a mess. Mess, mess, mess. You wanted to spend the day with him and he was chasing after another man. It’s silly, but it somehow pissed you off.

Were your texts not clear that you really wanted to go on a date today? Was he being ignored? Was he doing it on purpose? Or was he bored of you? He sounded so happy when you called him this morning. Was he going through a mood swing again?

He was like this every so often. He’d just up and disappear until he was in a happy mood again. Was that what was happening? But it feels different now. He feels so distant. Why now?

“Why?”

You asked yourself as you walked out of Mostro Lounge. You left after you spoke to Jade. You spoke to him almost every day, but today… Today he seemed distant. You wanted to talk to him, even for just a while. But he declined. Coldly. He didn’t give any explanation other than being busy and simply brushed you off. Ouch.

It's not like he was too busy today. The lounge was past rush hour and a few employees were serving the remaining customers and cleaning the tables. Jade should have been free right now. He often was at this time. You would know, you’ve come to the lounge at least once a week at this time.

You both would get a V.I.P. table near the back and chat the night away. Your days, the crazy amounts of homework, mindless gossip. You weren’t ever bored in his presence and he didn’t seem bored. Even though you both were in the same establishment, Jade felt so far away.

When he disappeared in the backroom, you couldn’t help, but wonder why these things were happening. Was he actually busy or covering something up? Were they both avoiding you on purpose? The Leech twins were known for their manipulation, so is that what’s going on here? Were you being tricked? Was this whole relationship a trap and you walked straight onto it?

You could have waited for your boyfriends to return. You could send them a text, telling them you want to talk. You could. But you don’t want to. You felt your chest tighten with the possible situations spinning and spiraling in your head. You don’t want to face either of them right now. Instead, you beeline back to Ramshackle dorm. Your safespace and the closest thing you could call yours.

Floyd and Jade were both inside the backroom of Mostro Lounge. They were worried for a certain magicless prefect. “What’s up with Shrimpy?” Floyd asked, “They’ve been all pouty the past week.”

Jade pulls his phone out of his pocket and checks it. “They haven’t texted me today. However,” Jade puts the phone away, “they had come to the Lounge earlier. You had texted me at the same time, so I had to tell them I was busy.”

Floyd whined, “Why wouldn’t you ask them when they came?” “You had texted me, and I quote “SHRIMPY IS DROWNING. BACKROOM NOW.” Now, it could only make sense I’d be worried if you told me MC was drowning, even though they clearly weren’t.”

“Anyways, I accidentally skipped out on a date with MC earlier today because Azul asked for something, something Riddle. So yea, I needed to find Shrimpy so I texted you.” Floyd’s carefree attitude drops, “But you sent them away.”

“How cruel, you had asked me to enter the backroom. Plus, care to explain why you had told me they were drowning?”

The arguing continued into the night. As did the somber atmosphere inside Ramshackle dorm. One could only wonder ‘Why?’.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x mc #twst x reader #jade #jade leech #jade x mc #jade x reader #floyd #floyd leech #floyd x mc #floyd x reader #elise’s request

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octakiseronliker · 25 days

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super curious to see what you’d do with Them and cockwarming tbh 👀💖

Omg sorry this took so long to reply to! This is a FAVORITE of mine so I had about a million different ideas pop into my head before I went with this one. I also put it on ao3 here!

“Brother Colum,” Silas says severely. “If you cannot keep your attention on the passage at hand, perhaps we should move on to our chores for the day and reserve our study for the evening.”

“No,” Colum grinds out, “no, I don’t think that’s necessary, Brother Silas.”

“May I continue in peace, then, or is there something else that you require from me?”

“Nothing else.”

“Thank you. I trust you can maintain your silence and refrain from further commotion.”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

His eyes return to the text on the page. His well-loved personal copy of the Tome, riddled with annotations and re-bound twice, its spine having fallen apart with frequent use, rests flat open on Colum’s bare torso. Its worn white leather cover sticks somewhat to his chest hair.

Silas himself squirms, making himself more comfortable. Colum is entirely bare in the heat of the summer morning, sprawled across Silas’s yet-unmade bed, but Silas wears his modest cotton nightshirt, pushed up a little above his knees in his present position to reveal his pale, soft thighs. His long, fine hair, nearly as white as his clothing, hangs lovely and loose around his shoulders, pushed back from his face by the headband he often sleeps in. He is seated firmly on Colum’s cock, unmoving, holding him tight and hot inside himself. His lashes flutter as he adjusts. Colum fancies he hears him exhale.

Today is a sanctified day of rest, and though there are still those small domestic tasks to be done, there will be no chapel services until the evening: hence their slothfulness in rising. They had slept alongside one another as always, close and comfortable in the bed that is rightly for Silas’s use alone, and woken up tangled up together, sweating beneath the covers in the late morning sun. It had become immediately evident that they had both awoken hard, and after a slow and sleepy exchange of kisses they reached the conclusion that, while Silas could not under any circumstances abandon his morning study of the Tome before Colum began to clean, he could perhaps attempt to multitask.

“I have lost my place,” Silas chastises. His breath indeed comes a bit heavier. “At this rate, I will have to start again from the beginning of the chapter.”

Colum knows this chapter well. They are about two-thirds of the way through, and it’s been half an hour of Silas perched prettily in his lap, bearing down on his cock, looking like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth.

“Verse twenty-six,” he says thinly, trying to keep from rocking up into Silas. “And upon departing from the sacred temple of the Golden Arches, the hallowed palace of Macca, the Lord turned to the Saint of Joy and spake…”

“Thank you, Brother Colum,” Silas replies, trailing his finger down the page until he lands on the proper line. His hips roll, just a little, the movement small enough that it could be plausibly deniable from anyone else. From Silas, though, who plans his every move as deliberately as he can and ever seeks to avoid giving anything away, it’s a clear signal of the intensity of his arousal. His erection is shielded from view by the white cotton of his pajamas, but its outline is very clear beneath the thin fabric. “…the Lord turned to the Saint of Joy and spake, ‘We have come now to the long-prophesied time when vegetation grows scarce upon this barren land, as even venues so holy as these strike it from their offerings…wherefore would depart from here the Chicken Snack Wrap, else that the fruits of the soil have grown so dear?’ And so replied the Saint of Joy, ‘My Lord, O Kindly Prince and Master, I never thought they were that good anyway…’”

Colum has heard Silas sermonize on this portion of the Tome on multiple occasions. There are theological lessons to be had here on all manner of subjects — gratitude for the fleeting and ephemeral, the importance of conservation of natural resources, the contentedness without small indulgences demonstrated by the Saint of Joy and embodied by her most virtuous acolytes. Colum’s heard most of them at least twice, actually, as he has been Silas’s private test audience for every speech he has delivered since he was ten years old. This does, unfortunately, mean that the deep, solemn voice that Colum finds so desperately handsome fades into a pleasant drone in the background as Colum’s brain focuses insistently on the throbbing heat in his cock.

He tries focusing on Silas to keep himself from closing his eyes in pleasure, but that’s a failing strategy from the start, and a fool could have told him as much. Silas looks as though someone had breathed life into an angel carved from marble; a chapel monument with soft pale skin and pretty white hair and dark, serious eyes alight with the zeal of the Lord. And he’s so terribly, gorgeously tight around Colum, regardless of the number of times they’ve indulged in this particular sin — Silas, who had envisioned the Emperor’s response to his holy servant’s fall from grace the first time they’d touched each other and wept in grief, has since grown into the habit of asking Colum directly for what he wants in a charming, roundabout way that delicately skirts obscenity or explicit requests, and Colum regularly provides it. It’s never any less extraordinarily pleasurable than it was the first time.

As though he can read his mind, Silas tightens further, briefly, around him, though his expression doesn’t change in the slightest as he continues to read. Colum is successful in biting back a gasp where many men would not be. He shifts minutely in revenge and must nudge against Silas’s prostate, because his voice is knocked momentarily into his low, breathy upper register before he recovers himself —

“…a-and — and spake the Saint of Patience, ‘It was known to us from the beginning that such life would fade from this world, but I had hoped that the Glorious Revolution of Our Master O’er Death would fell the kingdoms of Shell and Exxon before the Chicken Snack Wrap became a casualty of such violence,’ and the Saint of Joy said unto him, ‘Sometimes it is very difficult for me to believe that you care for aught but your own pleasure and convenience, brother; and did not Macca, too, contribute mightily to the same circumstances in which we now find ourselves?’ And replied the Lord, ‘Bread and roses, Joy, bread and roses’ — C-Colum —”

“Do I disturb you, Uncle?” His own voice is rough and rasping, as it always is. He can think of nothing but fucking Silas properly, but intends to drag this out as long as Silas will insist upon it. “I do not intend to.”

“Do that — a-again.” The prim, virginal mask slips a little, impatient. Colum grinds slightly, subtly upward again, aiming for the same place, and Silas very nearly squeaks.

“Are you certain? You haven’t yet finished the chapter.”

“Colum!” There is a wet spot on his nightshirt where his demure little cock has begun to leak. He professes to hate when Colum causes him to make a mess of himself in this way.

“Alright, Si, alright,” Colum replies, gentle. His hands come up, finally, from where they have rested dutifully at his sides. He marks Silas’s page and slides the book out from under his hands, shutting it and pressing a perfunctory kiss to its cover before setting it respectfully on the nightstand. His hands slide up Silas’s thighs — Silas whining softly — and then, quicker than Silas can react, he sits up and flips Silas onto his back with his thighs curled to his chest, making him yelp. In this position, though it’ll be hell on Colum’s knees, it feels like he drives deeper into him; they both pant with it.

“Animal,” Silas scolds. “Colum, it’s obscene, I — oh, oh, there, please there —“ He arches and grinds down against Colum, rebuke forgotten as Colum begins to rut him into the mattress. His head falls back in pleasure; he clings to Colum’s shoulders, neatly-clipped nails still managing to dig into his bare skin. It’s incredible to fuck him for real after waiting hard inside him for nearly forty-five minutes — he’s not going to last long, but he suspects Silas won’t either.

“There you go,” Colum groans. “I have you, dove. We’ve got all the time in the world.”

“I intend to take it,” Silas breathes, and hooks his ankles around Colum’s waist to drag him in close enough to kiss.

#thanks!! <3 #tumblr fics

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alder-saan · 10 months

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The Path of Poisons. 12

Orchids

Larissa Weems x gn! oc

the path of poisons masterlist: <- previous chapter [...] next chapter ->

sorryyyyyy! I had no time to write, but here it is! I'll try to write the next for Saturday but not sure I'll manage to do it, and after that I'll be out for 2 weeks, sorry again.

TW: none for this one? Just Larissa being a bit depressed if you squint? And mention of poisoning.

Also, as always, I translate this one afterwards, so there might be little problems with the translation.

taglist: @giogwensversion @tanith-rhea

Rei stretched out in bed. They'd slept a lot. For most of the weekend, in fact. As her condition had already stabilised when she'd arrived at the hospital, they'd only kept her there for a day, just long enough to do a few tests. But that weakened her, and she still needed rest. That's why he was given a few days off work, which he happily spent sleeping and relaxing. Taking care of his plants, too. They also took the opportunity to reflect on their situation. They looked at their phone. A missed call from Larissa.

Rei called back, and put it on speakerphone while they got dressed.

*Hello, Rei?*

"Yes, Riss, I'm sorry, I was sleeping…" she laughed.

*At 3.30pm?* she laughed at the other end of the handset.

"Yes, do you mind?"

They were rummaging in their wardrobe when a little white fur ball jumped out and ran out of the room. Rei was startled into silence and watched the ferret run out of the room.

*Not in the least.*

"Nevertheless, I'm going to have to go back to normal hours…"

*Are you working on Monday?*

"Yes, I'm better. I've had enough rest as it is, my boss isn't going to be happy if I don't do my lessons, I've already ruined his evening…"

*You gave me such a fright… Don't ever do that again.*

They let out a small laugh as they pulled on a shirt.

*I'm not joking, Rei. I was really scared.*

"Don't worry about me. I know a thing or two about plants."

*mhmm.*

A few seconds passed, while Rei finished buttoning the cream shirt they were going to match with black trousers.

*Would you like to get together today?

They stared out of the window, looking for an excuse not to have to go out. But it was a nice day and they wanted to see Larissa.But the idea of going out, to a café or a park, was already exhausting him.

"Why not, but I don't really feel like leaving the house.You could come…"

*I've never been to your place.*

"Ah, do you mind?"

*No, not at all, what time do you want me to come over?*

Rei thought for a few seconds. They wanted to say "now", but they had to be realistic. She probably had work to do, so she wasn't going to be able to come straight away anyway.

"Whenever it suits you. I'm not planning to move. If you like, you can come round at the end of the afternoon and we can cook together?"

*That's fine, I'll come around 6pm, I've still got a bit of work to do.*

"See you then, Riss, I'll send you the address."

*See you then.*

They hung up and texted the address straight away. Now it was time to tidy things up a bit.It wasn't that Rei lived in a particularly dirty place, but sometimes things weren't tidy. A pile of leaves was piled up on the table in her living room, plants were piled up everywhere, and then there was Belial's mess to tidy up. They sighed, remembering that they didn't even know where he'd gone. But there was no need to despair. The egg technique always worked.

So they went down the small staircase, which only led to a bedroom and a bathroom, and into the kitchen.They opened the fridge door and took out a hard-boiled egg, which they began to peel. Before long, the smell of egg spread through the house, and the little white ferret climbed onto one of his legs.They laughed and grabbed the little beast, which wriggled in all directions."Come here, Belial.He put him in the big cage he used to keep him quiet when he welcomed people into his home. He opened his mouth in the most dramatic fashion and gave a little cry of displeasure.

"Sorry mate, but for the time being I'm putting you in here. Otherwise I'll forget about it and you'll be attacking my girlfriend. But if you're good and she's not too scared of you, which I don't doubt for a moment because you're still very cute, I'll leave you outside."

The animal ran around in circles in its cage, looking for a way to escape, and only seemed to calm down when Rei gave it little bits of egg.

They turned on their computer to put on some music and tidied up the mess in the house, before sweeping up.Soon the house was clean, and they slumped into an armchair with a sigh. Belial scratched at the bars of his cage.

"Yes, you'll get out, but be patient."

They looked at the clock. Almost 6 p.m. Well, she shouldn't be long now, they thought. And they watched Belial moaning in his cage for the next few minutes.

Someone rang the doorbell, and Rei jumped to her feet, then hurried to the door to open it. Larissa was there, in a light grey dress. Rei let her in.

"It's a bit of a mess, sorry, haha."

"Don't worry."

She swept her gaze around the room. The entrance opened onto a living room, with a sofa and a footstool, a television, and a large bay window overlooking a greenhouse. Belial made a little noise that drew her attention to the cage and the little white animal wriggling inside.

"You've got a… ferret?"

"Yes, he's called Belial and he's very keen to get out. If you don't mind I'll open the door, otherwise he can wait a few hours."

"No, go ahead, you can open it."

Rei went to open Belial's cage and he rushed out, then to Larissa. He sniffed her and went to hide under the sofa.

"I think you look good in a ferret."

"You do? Why?"

"I don't know, you… look a bit like a ferret… I suppose."

They laughed softly and helped her off with her jacket. But Larissa wasn't in the mood for laughter. She was worried. She'd nearly been poisoned to death, and she wouldn't wish that on anyone, least of all Rei. She took his hand and looked at him seriously.

"Are you all right?"

"Yes, I'm fine. Don't worry about me."

They knew what was bothering her and squeezed her hand gently.

"I was so scared… When I saw you unconscious, I… I thought I'd lost you."

"It takes more than that to get rid of me. Luckily Wednesday was there though. Besides, did she keep bugging you? I mean, she seemed convinced I meant you harm."

"She…" Larissa sighed, "She came to see me. She told me you were Avareïda Hydrurga, that she'd had a vision about it."

"And… you believed her?"

She looked towards the greenhouse and shook her head. She hadn't believed her. She already knew. Which wasn't the same thing. But she didn't want to talk about it. She wanted to wait for Rei to talk about it. She wanted to wait until they trusted her enough.

"No. Wednesday is a clever girl, but I can't know exactly what she saw. Besides, I know you're not my enemy, whoever you may be."

Rei squinted. Did Larissa know? Did she know that they were Avareïda Hydrurga? And if she knew, how had she guessed?

"But I don't want to talk about her," she smiled gently, "I don't want to talk about work, and even less about Wednesday. Let's just leave it all on the side for now, shall we?"

"All right. What do you want to eat?"

"Whatever you suggest."

And they prepared a large pizza, while Belial squealed hoping for a piece of cheese or meat. And although Rei had asked Larissa not to give her any, she couldn't resist the adorable look on the little animal's face for very long, and slipped it a piece of cheese on the sly.

"We could eat in the greenhouse," Rei suggested as they put the pizza in the oven.

"Yes, you could show me your plants!

"Er, yes, well, a lot of my plants are poisonous, so you'll have to be careful…"

A flicker of hesitation passed through the woman's eyes, but Rei took her hand.

"We won't be eating next to poisonous plants, don't worry. I've got a place with orchids and ferns, it'll be nice and safe."

She nodded gently, and Rei led her into the greenhouse to show her around. They opened the door. When she stepped inside, Larissa's eyes opened wide. The greenhouse was big, much bigger than she had imagined, bigger than the ground floor of the house itself. It was lit up by small lamps reflected in the glass in the ceiling and on the walls. A small path had been laid out in the middle, and a desk sat on one side, probably opposite a maple tree. A few steps further on, there was a small square in the middle of the path, with a table and three chairs. Around it were orchids, which had no flowers this time of year, but Larissa thought it must be beautiful in early summer.

"Settle down here, I'm going to get the pizza."

Larissa sat down in a chair and held her breath as Rei left. This place was so beautiful, she felt like she was in a dream. Her wide eyes passed over the tiles and the play of reflections on them. They were irregular glass, with little bubbles in them, and not quite straight.

"It's beautiful," she breathed.

"I'm glad you like it.

Rei had returned, a large tray in her hands, with pizza and two glasses of wine, as well as some cutlery.

"It's really beautiful, I love this place."

"Well, you'll be coming here more often."

"If I'm invited by the wonderful host here, I don't mind," she replied with a smile.

"I'll invite you as often as you like. I think you look good in my house."

Larissa let out a small laugh, and Rei handed her one of the wine glasses, which the principal smelled and then tasted.

"However, you'd do much better in my bed."

She nearly spat out her wine. She laughed softly.

"Don't make me laugh when I drink wine!"

"By the way, do you like it?"

"It's very good."

When they had finished eating, Rei accompanied Larissa to the centre of the greenhouse and switched off all the lights. Now plunged into darkness, they could see the stars through the tiles, like thousands of tiny holes in the sky.

"I'd love to see a shooting star…" they said.

"It's not in season at all," commented Rei.

"Is there a shooting star season?"

"Second week of August."

But Larissa scanned the sky anyway, hoping perhaps to see a latecomer from the previous season. But after nearly a minute, still seeing none, she turned away from the black sky.

"Mhm, you're probably right…"

"We'll go and watch the shooting stars together next August."

"I wanted to see one tonight. I wish I could have made a wish," Larissa gasped.

"What wish?"

"I can't tell you, or it won't come true."

Rei dipped her eyes into his, and then moved her gaze to his lips. They slowly moved closer and put their arms on either side of the principal's head, who placed her hands on her partner's hips.

"I want to kiss you," Rei murmured.

And Larissa tried to detect in her eyes whether it was the truth. If Rei, if Avareïda wanted to kiss her. But she couldn't see any lies. There was nothing but affection and desire in Rei's dark eyes. She suddenly realised that the person she would be holding in her arms was the same person she had so brutally hurt so many years before. She had known it before, but at that moment it hit her. And this person wanted her. She wanted to hold her close, to ask her forgiveness, to heal all the wounds she had inflicted.

But Rei hadn't told her yet. So she didn't, and she kissed them hard, and her kiss meant "I'm sorry".

She wasn't sure Avareïda understood.

When she opened her eyes, out of the corner of her eye she saw a manchineel tree.

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To learn how to control her visions, Wednesday took regular lessons from Miss Kinswelt. Once every fortnight, she came to her class on Monday mornings before lessons to take stock and ask any questions she wanted. This time, she had something specific to ask. She knocked and pushed open the classroom door. Elizabeth Kinswelt was sitting in her chair in front of her desk, and smiled towards the door.

"Wednesday, I presume? Make yourself comfortable."

"Good morning Miss Kinswelt."

She sat down opposite the teacher.

"Do you know if I can communicate my visions to anyone else?"

"It is possible to communicate them to someone who has the same gift, but not to a normie, or any other kind of outcast."

Wednesday sighed. Of course he did. It would have been too easy.

"So there's no way I can show Weems what I saw?"

The teacher shook her head.

"No way. What did you want to show him?"

"I discovered that Mx Asphodelus was not who he said he was."

"Indeed, he is Avareïda Hydrurga."

Wednesday frowned. Who else knew about this? Could Miss Elizabeth Kinswelt be allied with Avareïda Hydrurga and Laurel Gates, too?

"Who else knows about this? Why didn't you tell anyone? You know very well that Avareïda Hydrurga is linked to Laurel Gates."

"Right. Then we'll proceed with our first lesson. I'm going to teach you how to transmit a vision. Give me your hand."

Elizabeth stretched out her hand on the desk, and Wednesday placed it on it, a little wary.

"A vision is transmitted by contact, once contact has been established, you have to think about the vision, and how to transmit it. It's quite simple, but it requires concentration."

Wednesday's head tipped back as she found herself propelled into Elizabeth's vision.

Larissa Weems was lying on the floor and Wednesday recognised the moment. It must have been just after she left. She was about to leave when the door opened. Avareïda Hydrurga entered. They moved forward just before stopping in front of the main one and taking a breath.

"Atropa Belladona, lethal dose," she heard him whisper.

And then she took a syringe and a small vial out of her jacket. From a distance, Wednesday couldn't see what was written on it, so she went closer and managed to read "physostygma" before Rei put the vial back in her bag.

"Rissa, Rissa, why is it my job to save your ass?" mumbled the teacher before plunging the needle into Larissa Weems' neck.

Then Wednesday found herself back in the classroom. She could hardly understand what was going on.

"This is why I trust Avareïda Hydrurga. They saved Mrs Weems when she should have died if no one else had.They wouldn't have done it if they were on Laurel Gates' side. I don't know if he's some kind of double agent pretending to work with her, or if someone is pretending to be him, but I'm sure he's not an enemy."

That day, Wednesday seemed more pensive than on other days.She was going to have to have a chat with Avareïda Hydrurga.

#the path of poisons #larissa weems x oc #gwendoline christie #principal larissa weems #larissa x reader #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems

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paradoxcase · 9 months

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I picked up my sister and her friends from their week-and-a-half-long hike around Mount Rainier on Friday, and they were still staying with me for a bit until the last one left today, so I took a little break from the Locked Tomb. It's kind of hard to stay up late reading and writing out tumblr posts when someone wants to go to sleep in your living room at 9:30 PM every night

Anyway, on to the glossary

There's actually a lot of interesting worldbuilding info here that I would have loved to have heard about in the actual text of the story, like this isn't like the LOTR appendices where all that information really is extra stuff, or details that aren't important to the main story, or related stories that don't affect the main plot too much, this is just like, basic information about the premise of this universe, and I only found out about it in the glossary at the end of the book

Argh

Anyway

So, yes, this actually did make it into the text of the story, I remember Gideon talking about this. But then, at the end of this glossary, it says

So, if the reason necromancy normally doesn't work in space is that it doesn't have a thalergy anchor, which presumably has to be something that generates a lot of thalergy, is the reason that Lyctors can do necromancy in space that the Lyctor themself is a large enough source of thalergy to be a thalergy anchor? I remember that when Mayonnaise Uncle tried to siphon Ianthe she told him that he couldn't siphon her thalergy fast enough to outpace her generation of it, so that seems maybe accurate. But if that's the case, couldn't any necromancer in the presence of a Lyctor do necromancy in space as well? If the main point of Lyctors is to be able to do necromancy in space, couldn't the Emperor just have a large collection of regular necromancers hanging out with the Lyctors to do that? I also got the impression from the epilogue that the Emperor was more or less confined to his space ship and was not able to actually personally go down to the planet, and I'm curious to find out why that is

So, ok. All of our cavaliers are listed in the Dramatis Personae as being cavalier primaries to the various heirs. But, presumably, being the heir means there is a living ruling necromancer that they are the heir to (well, except in Harrow's case, and I gather that maybe Isaac was technically the ruling necromancer of the Fourth, but probably under some kind of regency arrangement with Magnus and Abigail), and those necromancers probably also had cavaliers, at least at one time, and wouldn't it make sense for the cavalier of the ruler to be the cavalier primary? Like, obviously when it comes to Harrow, her parents' cavalier was officially dead even if her parents were only unofficially dead, so that would pretty much make Ortus (and later Gideon) the cavalier primary, but is it just an accident that something similar happened with all the other houses, making all the other heirs' cavaliers the cavalier primary? Or do rulers sometimes decide to rank their heirs' cavaliers higher than their own cavaliers?

This is also the first information we have about what the Resurrection was. So, it's not just the resurrection of God, but of the entire system, which made all of the planets undead planets that radiate thanergy? I'm having trouble imagining what disaster could cause the destruction of the entire system. Even if the sun turned into a red giant, I think that would only destroy the inner planets, and the outer ones would be fine (just hotter). I'm guessing the reason that necromancers can't reliably reproduce on regular planets is that babies need to be exposed to thanergy in the womb to become necromancers, so that only happens with reasonable frequency on undead planets. Also, if the nine planets in their current state were recreated by God, why did he choose to make them just as uninhabitable as they were before the Resurrection? Surely if he can restore planets after they were destroyed, he can also do some terraforming while he's at it?

This is the first mention in the book of the River, which seems to be the afterlife (although I've also seen it in some comments here, and in some tumblr posts about Palamedes that probably contain spoilers that I haven't read enough of the books to get properly spoiled for yet). But I gather that getting Gideon back isn't going to involve this, since probably Gideon and the other cavaliers that were absorbed by their necromancers don't wind up in the River

So, this seems to discredit Mayonnaise Uncle's statement that the Ninth House was never meant to exist as merely something that some Houses believe to be the case. And indeed, the Emperor didn't seem to think that Harrow wasn't a proper heir, or wasn't mean to be called to become a Lyctor, or that he disapproved of the Ninth House in any way. It's interesting that it says the body in the Locked Tomb was "placed in the Ninth House in order to show it respect", so I kind of wonder if whoever it was was not actually an "unfathomable enemy of the Emperor" and in fact had some other kind of relationship with him

So, there is some development of means of FTL travel, but this doesn't really explain very much about it. I'm curious why they would use this within the main system itself, though - IIRC, I calculated they were going a max of like 5 or 6 times the speed of light to get from Pluto to Earth in an hour at their shortest distance, so at approaching light speed that would only take like six hours; if we make a probably bad and wrong estimate that the longest distance is like three times the shortest distance, that's still less than a day. People sit in economy seats on commercial airplanes for longer than that. Why set up a stele in the main solar system just to save less than a day on the longest possible trip you could make there? Or did they just not even bother to have ships that even go at approaching light speed, and just rely entirely on the stele system, whatever it is?

Also, this says there were "originally seven full Lyctors". We've been told repeatedly throughout the text of the story that there were eight original Lyctors. So does that mean that one of those eight was not a "full Lyctor" and was incomplete in some manner?

#the locked tomb #gideon the ninth

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dearlyanqels · 2 years

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The Boyfriend Series — High School Sweethearts

five years after graduating, they met in the most random places, but they glad they met and caught up on past memories. maybe they still had a fling.

Yoongi

"can you two quiet down, and let me think" he said looking at the pack of ramen, they were filming their regular season of Bon Voyage: Seoul Edition. yoongi, as the main cook, was trying to calculate somethings for the week, yet the producers do provide them food, he still wanted to make sure they had plenty.

he was accompanied by taehyung and namjoon, the two who talk more aloud than he does which usually doesn't bother him, but now he is trying to ask himself questions. "hyung? do you think we have enough for this?" namjoom point at some snacks from the bakery "yeah, ask the other team if they would like some" he said, yoongi end up throwing both packs into his cart and travel down the aisles. a sudden name calling made him stop, he look over the person, and seen that same smile, beautiful locks of hair and those eyes. "yoongi?" you called, his breath shorten as you walk closer to him and the camera crew felt like they needed to intervene. "ma'am, we're filming something" one of the producers said.

"no no, flim those two, ah --- its been so long" he said taking you in for a hug, it was warm and gentle, yoongi was always that gentle. "five years, wow you look, wow" you said adding a short chuckle, taking a step back to admire yoongi "don't bring up those years okay? anyways what are you doing here, instead of the obvious?" he ask as you two stroll down the aisles togther. "oh my sister's kids is having a birthday party tomorrow and coincidentally her boyfriend's is today as well, so we're buying 'adult' things" she said grabbing a stack of beef and some other meats. "oh yeah I forgot you had a sister" he said.

they walk along the to some ice cream, you study the ice cream, while he admire your face and scrunch nose when in thought. "oh yoongi hyung, I got you this" taehyung sing handing him a kids bracelet. "oh who's this?" he ask smirking as if namjoon told him to keep quiet but taehyung was always the nosy one of the group. "I'm ---, you must be taehyung. I remember you when you guys debut" you said grabbing a tub of ice cream.

"how'd you two know eachother?" taehyung wiggle his eyebrows, the two smiled "we- we um dated in high school" yoongi said gripping his cart. "oh really, so your the phantom of love. he always told us you were the one who encouraged him to try out" you've smiled at taehyung's little mirth voice and smile. "namjoon also ask if you're ready? he's got a cart full of things" taehyung ask "oh yeah, um --- nice meeting you again." yoongi turn, but taehyung was not done, not one bit "actually --- why don't you give me your number. I know yoongi hyung is a shy man, you probably know that as well." yoongi hiss at taehyung's comment but it was true he was a shy man when it comes to things like this.

in high school he was not the one to make the first move, it was you, he was confident but alone he was a shy guy. you practically push him to audition, you kiss him, you ask him out. you never push him past the limits though. "actaully --- next week we're having a concert, come, I'll save you some tickets" yoongi needed to be the confident. taehyung smirk and wiggled his eyebrows once more "oh yes of course I'll come, I been fighting for them" you chuckled.

"you'll get the best house seats, front row, I'll text you the details, flower" taehyung suck in his lips as he saw the two of you look at eachother. "you still remember?" you ask biting your bottom lip "of course, I'll see you there" before the camera crew came, the two parted ways after exchanging numbers.

"who was that?" your sister ask, she rub her belly and smirk "shut up, no he is not my future baby daddy, you remember my old boyfriend from high school? that's him" you watch your sister gasped and stutter which you nodded to "holy shit, you better keep him this time" she said nudging your shoulder.

"you better keep them this time yoongi hyung" taehyung said nudging his shoulder.

I will, this time. I promise

you both thought.

#bts x reader #bts fluff #bts fanfction #yoongi x reader #yoongi x yn #yoongi fanfic #bts x you #x reader #fanfic #suga x yn #suga x reader #suga x you #bts suga x you #bts suga x reader #bts suga x yn

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showfallmediacameracrew · 8 months

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[Showfall Media Speech to Text activated]

[ Input registered: Slow deliberate breathing, fabric shifting and shuffling on what sounds to be a couch as body weight moves on it. ]

J: ...Fuck. Hate today, damnit.

[ Input registered: pained groan, and a resigned quiet sounding chirp just barely picked up by receiver, as the couch makes a sound as though he’s flopped backwards onto it and leaned against the back heavily. ]

I: Oh my god you’re actually in the goddamn Hot Topic.

[ Input registered: light laughter mixed with an undertone of static. ]

J: Jesus christ! When the hell did you get there?

I: Well I got to the Mall a few minutes ago, but here specifically, I just showed up.

J: Apparently you're quiet as shit, where are your arms?

[ Input registered: quietly approaching footsteps ]

I: Eh, I’m still not quite at 100% and controlling a second pair of arms can get distracting. Plus I wanted to wear a jacket with sleeves so…

J: Okay... and why are you here? Do you have stuff to do at the mall again or?

[Input Registered: Jasprix shifting on the couch again, another ‘fwump’ noise as something else takes up residence on the couch. ]

I: Technically, I’m reviewing how well the Security upgrades are going in person, but honestly I just wanted to stop by in person now that I’m actually well enough to do so. Also I plan to scare the shit out of Marvvy Boy later.

[Input registered: Low grumble that sounds close to a growl before Jasprix coughs and sighs heavily. ]

J: Please don’t do that, I’d prefer to keep him in the same shape he’s in now.

I: Oh please, I won’t actually attack him, I’ll just give him a little--

[ Input registered: A series of small mechanical whirrs along with the sound of cables sliding against each other. ]

J: I think that’d give him a heart attack and he’d die and then I’d have to get you to revive him.

[ Input registered: cables shifting again and a series of mechanical clicks. ]

I: Aw what? You wouldn’t try to bring him back with a kiss of true love or whatever first?

J: I don’t kiss corpses, Iris. I’m not a shitty Disney movie Prince asshole. I don’t think a movie trope would actually work anyway.

I: You did not just mention Disney.

J: I did because what you suggested is basically Sleeping bloody Beauty.

I: God, that movie would be so much more interesting if the bloody part was actually part of the title.

J: ...Yeah, it would. It’d also be better if there wasn't some random dude kissing someone he thought was dead and never met before. That’s some bullshit storytelling.

I: Men are the worst.

J: They can be, yeah. Why do most non Showfall movies make them such dicks anyway?

[ Input registered: slight shifting on the couch like someone settling in a bit more after a few seconds of silence. ]

I: Riiight, you were raised here, and are also a man, so you don’t really have much real world experience. It’s cause they’re all projecting, they make the characters dicks cause they’re dicks.

J: Oh. That explains why characters in those movies seem to underestimate the main character ladies. Even though in my experience, they can be much more competent and intimidating and shit. Like you, sometimes. Others... Theres not a lot of characters in nearly enough of those shows that are nonbinary and hyper competent and intimidating.

I: Yup, fucking sucks, doesn’t it? Showfall can only do so much with “pushing boundaries” before it stops being profitable, but from what I understand, we do what we can.

J: I’d hope we’d be doing better then kissing a corpse and magically making it come to life again with true love that happens despite the two people not fucking knowing each other.

[ Input registered: A sudden snort. ]

I: Well the bar’s in the fucking ground if that’s what we have to do better than.

[ Input Registered: Quiet chuckle, then sigh, as skin rubs against skin quietly. ]

J: God, I hate meetings. Ugh, sorry for being boring or whatever. I guess it’s better than having to deal with the Doctor. Um. I need some advice actually, unrelated to that, but back to the Marvin topic.

I: Meetings are the worst, aren’t they? But really? Worse than a doctor? Or is that like, a specific person?

J: She’s a specific person, it sucks talking about. She’s basically why I have a tail and everything. Marvin though, please?

[ Input registered: a playfully annoyed groan. ]

I: Fineee, what’s up with Marvvy Boy? Is it about how you’re worried he’s going to reject you?

J: Yeah, and I don’t want him to, but he will, and it sucks!

[ Input tone indicated: distressed whine. ]

I: Ughhhhhhh this is worse than the soap operas Sammy makes me watch sometimes, dude, listen.

[ Input registered: Shifting fabric followed by two thumps. ]

I: If you go in ready for rejection, that’s all you’re going to get? M’kay? You’ve got to go in expecting at minimum a 50/50 chance, if not higher. Otherwise your confession is just gonna sound like you’re unsure of your own damn feelings like a little bitch.

J: But how do I tell him the truth, when this whole thing was because of some stupid fucking gay chicken game? It hardly seems like full truths and honesties are part of this stupid thing. I can be as confident as I want but he could still freak out and leave if he doesn’t like what I tell him.

[ Input registered: a long drawn out sigh that’s full of static. ]

I: Well then he’s an asshole and I’ll kill him. Specifically if he freaks out, if he calmly rejects you, I’ll only kill him if you ask. But anyways, isn’t that the whole point? To get away from the whole gay chicken thing?

J: That’s oddly comforting. Yeah, I’d like that obviously, but if he’d rather keep doing it and it’s the only way for me to be near him I don’t want to fuck that up.

I: He kept your fucking ripped off wings. And is like, using them as a blanket or something, I’ve seen him post about it. I don’t know how that isn’t a sign to you that its not just “gay chicken” for him anymore.

J: To be fair, the wings were warm even if they were heavy and unusable most of the time, they did make good covers when I was cold somewhere on set...

I: In case you can’t tell based on my single fake eye right now, I’m looking at you disappointedly right now. Marvin’s a relatively normal guy from the outside world, he wouldn’t keep a pair of wings that were attached to a living person, if he didn’t also like that person.

J: Okay, but they also weren’t real wings, they were made with wires and synthetic shit and shoved in my back instead of giving me a wing harness. I feel like that would make a difference in the whole, keeping detached wings, thing.

[ Input registered: A loud groan and the flump of someone falling back onto the couch. ]

I: Prixxy you are so fucking stupid. Stop looking for more reasons about why he “totally doesn’t like you” and start maybe reading into his other actions more. Jesus christ.

J: So should I like, ask him to come over and tell him the truth then, and let him decide if he wants to fuck off away from me or not?

I: I mean, not right now, I want to hang out with you more before you bring your little, what is it you call him, Songbird? Over. Actually let me leave before you call him over, despite how much I’m rooting for you guys, I do not want to see that.

J: I think I’d rather do it now, and if it goes to shit, I can just contact you and ask for you to hang out, make me feel better if it ends weird. Before I lose my nerve and decide not to do it later, anyway.

[ Input registered: someone pulling themself up from the couch, a few mechanical whirrs and clicks can be heard. ]

I: Alright fine, fine, I guess that makes sense. Plus I do actually have to look at the Security upgrades before leaving, so I guess I should go do that while you do your thing.

J: Thanks, Iris. Hopefully this doesn’t fuck anything up too much.

I: No problem Prixxy, just message me if I either need to come back or if I should actually avoid this area for a few hours. If you get what I mean.

[ Input registered: Someone standing up from the couch, more mechanical whirrs and clicks can be heard. ]

[ Input registered: Quiet scoff as the mechanical sounds have finally faded. A sigh that fades into a deep steadying breath.]

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