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Warnings: MDNI! professor!reader, student!Ellie, age gap, Top!Ellie, strap on (r!receiving), oral (r!receiving).

Forbidden Part 2!

Part 1!

“That cake is hilarious!” Dina, one of your long-time friends, sat back in her seat laughing. “Fucking brilliant!”

It was. You had initially wondered if it was too much for a public place, but divorce parties were supposedly all the rage these days. You were definitely telling everyone what you thought of your ex-wife.

Abby was the biggest prick to walk the earth.

“You don’t think the knife is too much?”

“If you’re going to say how you feel through a cake, then you have to say it properly, babe. I think it’s great.”

“I don’t suppose it’ll matter soon once people have helped themselves to it.” You finished your glass of wine, then refilled it.

“So, I had something I wanted to talk to you about. But it has to stay between us, Dina.”

You didn’t have anything to worry about. You could trust Dina with anything you said. Including this ‘thing’ with Ellie.

Still, Dina held up a hand. “Of course. Scout’s honour or whatever.”

“There’s…this student.” Your clit throbbed at the mere thought of Ellie. “She’s…intense.”

“Giving you grief?” Dina frowned. “Your uni students are usually mature by now.”

“No, no. Not grief in that sense. She’s…I think she’s attracted to me.”

“Well, obviously. Who isn’t?”

You rolled your eyes, slapping Dina on the arm. “Stop it. That’s not true.”

“Oh, I think it is.”

“My own wife couldn’t wait to fuck someone else, Dina. I find it hard to believe that I’m going to find anything meaningful any time soon.” You knew that with age…life changed. You knew that no matter how sexy you felt, things started to drop or dry or whatever else you would be faced with in the coming years. You weren’t stupid. But your thirty-year-old cousin? Really? After everything you’ve been through with Abby. twenty-four-year marriage. You sometimes found it hard to comprehend. “Not that she would be into that sort of thing anyway.”

Dina nodded slowly. “She wants to fuck you. I get it.”

Well, that was one way of getting straight to the point. “I guess so, yes.”

“And you want to fuck her.”

“God, no. I…couldn’t. It wouldn’t be right. I have a very good reputation at work. I’m not going to potentially sour that because a student wants a night of fantasy.”

“And that’s exactly all it would be. A fantasy. So why not humour her and get your kicks while it’s on offer?”

Fuck. Dina was supposed to tell you how wrong and forbidden it was. She was supposed to threaten you with the loss of your job or a reprimand from the powers that be. Not…encourage you. “That’s…I…why have you just said that?”

“Because it’s secretly what you wanted to hear.” Dina grinned. “You may not realise it, but I know when you’re thinking about doing something. I’ve been your best friend for twenty years, babe.”

“Dina..”

“Is it illegal?” Dina asked, a brow quirked.

“I…no.” You frowned. “It’s still not right.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake! Live a little. You’ve got a student fantasising about you. What more do you want?”

“For it to not be a student?”

“Ah. But that’s all part of the fantasy.” Dina winked. “You’re thinking about it. I’m not sure what else there is to say. If you were so concerned, you wouldn’t even be having this conversation with me.”

“It doesn’t help that she’s exactly my type.”

“Mmhmm. Let me guess. A little on the butch side. Tattooed. Has that something about them. One look, and you’d spread your legs. I get it.”

“Am I that predictable?”

“Nope. Not at all. As I say, I’ve known you a long time.”

“I’m going to the bar. You’re deluded.” You rose from your seat and took your phone from the table, slipping out of the booth and heading for the bar.

You phone buzzed.

“What are you wearing?”

Oh, God. No, not now. This couldn’t be happening.

“I’m busy. I can’t do this right now!”

“I know what you’re wearing. That sexy, strappy dress should be on my bedroom floor.”

You didn’t dare to turn around. Because you knew that when you did, Ellie would be there, those eyes piercing you.

“And would one of your shirts be lying on the floor beside it?”

You grinned, seeing the read receipt immediately.

“No. It would be hanging open on my body. That’s what you’d like, isn’t it? Me fucking you…half naked.”

“I’m not sure you could handle me, Ellie.”

“Wanna find out?”

You would love nothing more than to find out.

“The question is, do YOU want to find out? That confidence of yours is very sexy, but I don’t believe you really want to fuck me, Ellie. It’s all bravado.”

Now that was sure to really rile Ellie up.

“Oh, yeah? I know how wet I make you when I’m in class. I see it in your eyes. Do you go back to your office and touch yourself while you’re thinking of me? Do you taste yourself while imagining me?”

Before you could respond, Ellie started typing again.

“Do you think of me putting my strap in you while you’re bent over your desk? A personal favourite of mine is being on my knees under your desk. I’d love to have my face in your drenched pussy. And I know you’d love it too!”

The server snapped you out of your aroused thoughts. You took the bottles of wine, smiling when he added them to the open tab they had, and carefully made your way back to the table.

“Thanks, babe. What were you smirking at when you were at the bar?”

“Me? Nothing.”

“Something on your phone,” Dina said. “Your student, maybe?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Why would my student have my number?”

“Because the woman sitting in the window over there hasn’t taken her eyes off you since you left the table. Every time she lowers her phone, you pick yours up.”

“And in what way does that prove she’s my student?”

“She couldn’t be your type any more than she already is. Look at her. You’ll see.” You couldn’t look up at Ellie. Then Dina laughed. “Ah. You can’t. Because she’s just had some very…choice words for you, hasn’t she?”

“Dina.”

“I give it thirty minutes, and you’ll be out of that door with her.” Dina leaned in and sighed. “May I say…you’ve chosen really well. She’s hot.”

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“Ellie.”

Ellie lifted a brow and sipped her beer slowly. You looked divine tonight.

“What are you doing here?” You couldn’t help but lower your eyes to the open buttons on Ellies white shirt…to her chest piece tattoo.

“Drinking my beer. How is the celebration going?”

You lowered yourself to the leather seating, placing your wine on the table.

“Great. But how did you know I’d be here?”

“Fate.” Ellie winked. She received the smallest smile in return. “Joking. I’m here for you. And I may have overheard you on the phone when you were leaving your office earlier.”

“For me?” You took a large gulp from your wine glass. “Ellie, I’m your professor.”

“Mmhmm.” Was that supposed to concern Ellie? It probably should have, but it didn’t. Ellie could fuck who she wanted…when she wanted. She draped her arm across the back of the booth, her hand reaching your shoulder. “I…noticed none of the friends you’re with work at the university.”

“No. These are my close friends, not my work colleagues.”

“So, if you were to leave with me now, nobody at the university would know anything about it?” Ellie lowered her other hand beneath the table, stroking a fingertip across your knee. The university was a big place, so Ellie wasn’t overly concerned by the thought of being caught in this position. “I know you intentionally tease me during lectures.”

“Can you blame me?”

Ellie smirked. “I could never blame you for that.”

“It’s that confidence that makes me…”

You hesitated, your eyes closing when Ellie stroked her fingertips a little higher.

“Wet?” Ellie finished for you.

“Yes.”

Ellie leaned in closer and lowered her voice as she breathed against your ear, “Then why don’t you let me take care of you?”

For every second that you took to make a decision, Ellie was going to inch higher and higher. She felt you squeeze your thighs together. She grinned when you placed your hand on Ellie thigh, rubbing your palm against the denim. “Where do you want to go?”

“Depends how you want me to fuck you.” You squeezed Ellie’s thigh at those words, but Ellie only guided you higher. Your breath caught when your hand landed on the bulge at Ellie’s crotch. “Oh, fuck!”

“We could be. I wore this especially for you tonight.”

You lifted your glass and drained it, taking Ellie’s hand and guiding her out of the booth. You didn’t even bother to say goodbye to your friends. It was in that moment that Ellie knew she had your full attention.

You dragged her towards the end of the street. Ellie pulled you into an alleyway and pressed you to the wall. “How long have you wanted me?”

“Since the moment you walked into my lecture, Ellie.”

Ellie lifted the hem of your dress and forced her hand past the waistband of your underwear. “A whole three months, huh?”

You arched against Ellie when she pressed two fingers to your swollen clit. “Y-yes!”

“The times I’ve wanted to fuck you in your office. The way you sway that arse when you stroll the corridors. These tits,” Ellie said as she bit down on the swell of your breast.

“You’ve been teasing me for too long now. It’s about time I did something about it.”

“Mm. Are you going to punish me, Ellie?”

You stroked your palm up Ellie’s stomach and between her breasts. “I can’t wait to feel you on top of me. Taking everything you need from me.”

Fuck. I need her now. “We need to find a room right now.”

“I live on the next block. Can you keep your cock to yourself until then?”

Oh, she’s feisty. I like that. “Only if you promise to get on your knees and suck it for me.”

* * *

You fumbled around with your keys, trembling when Ellie’s hand smoothed over the curve of your arse. If Ellie had realised anything so far, it was that you loved your arse being touched. Good thing, really, because Ellie fucking loved it. It was firm, perfect for spanking. Every time Ellie felt it beneath her palm, you moaned.

“Ellie please…” You wriggled, but it only shifted Ellie’s hand between your legs. “Shit, please. You have to stop that.”

“Why?”

“Because if you keep touching me, I’m going to come.” Mmhmm. She’s not wrong.

Ellie breathed a sigh of relief when the door opened, and you pulled her inside. You dropped to your knees, looking up at Ellie with hooded eyes, and smirked as you popped the button on her jeans and lowered the zip. The toy sprang free when you tugged Ellie’s boxer shorts down, her jeans sitting low on her thighs. “Oh, Ellie.” You took hold of it, rolling your tongue around the tip. “You chose the perfect size.”

“You like being filled then, huh?” Ellie couldn’t take her eyes off you as you sucked on the length of the toy. “Fuck, you’re sexy.”

You lifted a brow and quickly slid the thin straps of your dress from your shoulders. Ellie’s mind…was blown. She knew you were gorgeous, but seeing you on your knees was something entirely different.

You slurped and sucked, pressing the base of the toy against Ellie’s clit. “F-fuck, yeah.” You pressed again, digging your nails into Ellie’s skin. “Oh, shit.”

As much as Ellie loved seeing you like this, she needed to fuck you. She leaned down and cradled your chin in her finger.

“Where do you want me?”

In every possible position, if I have my way, Ellie thought. “On your feet.”

You stood, the dress that had been pooled around your waist dropped to the floor. You stood before Ellie wearing nothing but a black lace thong and a pair of heels.

Ellie’s dream…was coming true.

She held your hips, forcing her jeans the rest of the way down. She kicked off her boots, followed by her jeans, and then guided you towards the back of the couch. Your lips met, tongues sliding against one another, and Ellie’s heart really started to pound now.

“Ellie, I’m dripping for you.”

Well, now, Ellie would have to check that you weren’t telling lies. She smirked. “Turn around and bend over.”

You did so, spreading your legs for Ellie without a second thought. She lowered herself, biting on the supple flesh of your arse. And then she came face to face with that delicious pussy from behind. Fuck! Even though Ellie knew she’d have you one day, she had to quickly question her confidence. You were dripping wet, just as you had claimed.

Ellie didn’t wait another second. She buried her face in your soaked lips and lapped up every drop you had to offer. Ellie slipped her tongue inside you. You immediately tightened around her tongue, your slick arousal covering Ellie’s chin.

You reached behind yourself and gripped the back of Ellie’s head, encouraging Ellie to give you more. Ellie pulled back, only to ease two fingers inside you.

“Fuck me harder, Ellie.”

Ellie obliged, adding a third finger and thrusting fast. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

“Mmm. You’ve had me on edge for a long time, baby.”

Baby? Oh, yeah. Ellie could definitely work with that. “If only you’d told me sooner, we could have been far more acquainted by now.”

You were close. Ellie felt your walls clenching, your knees trembling, your breath becoming more and more ragged.

“C-close.”

Ellie pulled out of you suddenly. She got to her feet, spanking your divine arse hard. You yelped, moaned, and then wiggled those smooth cheeks for Ellie. A private show.

“You wanted me, Ellie.” You bent further forward, bracing your forearms on the back of the couch. “So take me.”

Ellie spread your lips from behind and coated the toy with your wetness. she lined the head up and thrust hard.

“Oh, fuck!” You dropped your head on her shoulders, slamming back against Ellie. “Y-yes.”

“Tell me you want me.”

“O-oh, I want you. My pussy is craving you, Ellie.”

The way you said Ellie’s name had her gripping your hips and pounding furiously. “Fucking take it. All of it.”

“Ellie…” you gasped and moaned. Ellie was barely able to move inside you. “Fuck, I’m coming.” You forced Ellie out of you, gushing down your thighs and covering the hardwood flooring. “O-oh, I…”

Now that was something Ellie wanted to witness again in her lifetime. if Ellie was being honest, this was one of the moments she had fantasised about.

So, for the time Ellie could have with you, she was going to make the very most of it. She leant forward, dragged her nails up your back, and whispered, “Turn around. That pussy is mine for the rest of the night.”

By Melissa Tereze.

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What if… Part 2!

WLW book recommendations!

‘What if Ellie was character in my favourite lesbian books.’

Study You by Melissa Tereze.

‘It’s been months since Finn Ashton walked into Gillian Masters’s lecture and neither’s world was ever the same. Six weeks have passed since their last mind-blowing encounter, which was in Gillian’s office…on her desk, and both women know that a professor-student relationship is too risky, especially for Gillian who has worked for years to get where she is at her university job.’

@pick-me-up-im-scared

#ellie the last of us #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #ellie smut #lgbtq #wlw #the last of us

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alonetimelover · 8 months

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pairing: Harry Styles x physicist!reader

summary: The aftermath of the leak is hard on everybody in dr YN YSN's circle, but especially for her. The gossip, magazines, paparazzi and haters do not help the case.

warnings: hate speech, swearing

a/n: hi! so yes, this is a re-upload of the 3rd part of the physicist!reader. earlier this week tumblr wasn't working with me, not showing this on tags or even my own home page. and with that, i decided to post it again so maybe some more of you could know what's been happening in the world of physicist!reader. i hope you'll enjoy!

part 1 part 2 taglist

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The Sun

Oxford Is Firing The Famous 'Higgs Professor' and Harry Styles' Girlfriend Dr YN YSN

Written by John Addams

The infamous and TikTok sensation dr YN YSN, lecturer at Oxford University, is being fired after intimate photos of her and boyfriend, Harry Styles, saw the light of the day.

Starting at the beginning, the relationship between two became a fact over a year ago, when dr YSN went viral for her explanation of the Higgs mechanism based on Harry Styles' music. As we got to know from their joined street interview for meetcutesnyc on Instagram, the relationship florished after meeting at their mutual friend's (Christopher Nolan) party. Dr YN YSN was the science consultant for the director's latest movie, Oppenheimer, and Harry starred in one of his films, Dunkirk - making it happen.

Everything was going smoothly till the morning of three days ago. YN's iCloud was hacked, revealing personal and intimate information about not only the owner but her boyfriend as well.

'Dean is furious,' says our source. 'He cannot believe that the best lecturer could be this reckless'.' After the posed question on whether the decision of firing could be announced any time soon, they said, 'it's just the matter of time. But it's going to be sooner rather than later. Oxford is going to lose a fair and talented professor, but it is not its fault. Someone was the author of those, let's say information that was exposed. And it's going to be their fault entirely.'

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harrysmoustache

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harrysmoustache Harry and YN couldn't leave the restaurant safely because a bunch of paps and 'fans' showed up at the location. Not only was it physically dangerous, but the things that were spoken towards (mostly) YN were disgusting. Calling her names and ready to fire her on the spot because of the PRIVATE PHOTOS she took with her boyfriend, which then someone ILLIGALY POSTED ONLINE after HACKING HER ICLOUD. Did y'all forget about TREAT PEOPLE WITH KINDNESS?????

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harrysmoustache and don't make me start on that bullshit that the sun did... RIDICULOUS

harryupdates After all those years, and all those situations that he went through, I'm still surprised that people can be this cruel to him and people that he loves

hArrysbtch they hatin' my girl cause of some sexy photos... bastards

hArrysbtch why would they care what she does after Uni hours??? it's none of your business

scienceandharstyles it's heartbreaking to see a person that gives others the world and shares her knowledge and wears her heart on her sleeve being treated like garbage

harrymylove those were not harry fans

stylesbabie monstrosity

user56 why do y'all care for her this much??? jezz..

⤷ hArrysbtch maybe because she's a good human being treated like the worst person alive just because she snapped a few photos of her and her boyfriend

⤷ user56 wouldn't that be the consequences of her own actions?

⤷ hArrysbtch nope. her phone was hacked. how many times you take photos of yourself and think 'oh god, what if my gonna be hacked and this will be posted?'

⤷ harrysmoustache hArrysbtch ohhh, babes!!! you closed that haters mouth!!!!

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drynysn During one of my latest lectures one of the students asked about accuracy in Sci-Fi movies, so I decided to start a little series of: Is this SCIENCE or just FICTION? Firstly, we'd look into the scene from Spider-Man 2 (2004). The scene where Peter Parker (Spider-Man) is stopping the train from its eventual crash. he shot multiple web lines, then they stretched and didn't break. One would say it is not possible. But! From the way the scene is shown to us, we are able to estimate how strong the web needed to be for it to happen. After looking up the train's mass, you can estimate its initial velocity (how far it can go per hour, so km/h) by seeing exactly how long it takes to pass the city blocks. (1)

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drynysn (2) You can look up, measure, the distance over the webbing stretches, and then estimate its diameter . You can also count the number of web lines. NOW, we end up with a tensile (fancy way of saying elastic) strength for the webbing that has to be about 1 000 megapascals (mega meaning milion) which is equivalent to about 102 036 704 kilograms per square metre (which is 145 000 lbs/square inch - for you, my American friends on here).

drynysn (3) What is absolutely mind-blowing is the fact that actual spider silk has a tensile strength of 1 200 megapascals. So, if Spider-Man's webbing would be anyway that strong, that scene was very, very realistic. Rating it 9/10. What scene would you like to see next?

scienceandharstyles that is so informative and making this movie even more iconic!! Did you do all the equations by yourself, dr YSN?

⤷ drynysn Yes, I did! Took me some time to analyse the scene but it was worth it!

harryupdates oh, i need to rewatch this movie immediately!!!

harryismylife could the next scene be the one from The Avengers where Mjolnir after contacting Cap's shield makes that blue light? is that even possible?

⤷ drynysn that's a great scene! i'll look over it!

hArrysbtch i love the little explanations in brackets! i didn't need to look up the tensile thingy!

harrysmoustache you're telling me the scene i was 100% sure was as fake as my eyelashes is true???

user45 maybe you should try explaining showing of that body of yours

user75 is this the new way to make money after being fired?

user281 unemployment doesn't suit you but the consequences of your actions finally caught up with you

user374 i think you should start posting one of those photos the sun included in their article - you'll get more attention

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harryupdates

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harryupdates HARRY nad DR YN spotted in a small restaurant in Oxford (i'm disabling the comments cause i don't want to deal with the haters)

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hArrysbtch MY PARENTS!!!!!!!! ARE BACK AFTER THE WEEKS OF DRAUGHT!!!!!

hArrysbtch and they look goooood

harrysmoustache i missed them so much..

stylesbabie yn looks so tired and sad

⤷ hArrysbtch it's just one phot of one moment

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londoboyharry went to oxford to bump into harry. it's better! i met dr yn ysn, drank coffee with her, talked and laughed my ass off! she is the funniest, kindest and most down to earth person i've ever met. also, after i asked her about all the things that were happening around her, she just said 'what things?' WITH A SMIRK ON HER FACE, SIPPING HER LITTLE AMERICANO AND BEING UNBOTHERED

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harryupdates im so happy that she gives no damn to those people online

hArrysbtch I LOVE HER

harrymoustache the moment the legend the IT girl

stylesbabie happy for you!!!

harrysmylife who would want to meet harry when you can meet dr yn ysn?

scienceandharstyles best woman alive

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scienceandharstyles

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scienceandharstyles WE GRADUATED OXFORD!!! to anybody who said there was no way to incorporating pop culture with a biology degree? eat shit! i wrote the whole masters based on musicians' impact on fans' hormonal production. hehe. ALSO, it would not be possible withouth the best teacher, academic inspiration, and person I've ever met - dr YN YSN. thank you!

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drynysn MADELINE, I am so proud of you. It would be not possible without your persisatnce and will to find solutions and answers. This is all yours!

harrystyles Congratulations, Madeline! H, xx.

harryupdates congrats maddie!!

stylesbabie very very proud

harrysmoustache did you perhaps use harry as an example in your work?

⤷ scienceandharstyles YES, I did. Only positive affect of his voice, music and visuals...

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oxford_uni Acknowledging the upheaval around one of our lecturers - dr YN YSN, the Chancellor of Oxford University and the Dean of The Department of Physics decided to release the joined statement:

Refuting the words ans statements made by publishers not connected to our University, we would like to inform anybody in concern that one of our grates lecturers dr YN YSN is not decruited. The matter of private life is not concern of the University authority, even more when the said privacy was bridged. At this place, we would like to wish luck during dr YN YSN' s new path - becoming a professor.

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harrystyles <3

harryupdates I KNEW IT

hArrysbtch EAT SHIT THE SUN, EAT SHIT JOHN ADDAMS

harrysmoustache HAHHAHAHAHAHA I KNEW IT !!!!!! BABY THERE WAS NO WAY THEY WOULD FIRE HER

stylesbabie thank god! there is still hope for this world

scienceandharstyles Chancellor and Dean with the best decision ever made

harrysmylife now haters what??? ha??

harrysfan87 i believed in you guys i did

londonboyharry becoming a professor???? good luck yn!!!

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yourinstagram There was no better thing that happened to me than meeting you. You support means the world. I love you forever.

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harrystyles Loving you is the greatest honour of all time, my heart <3

annetwist My favourite girl in the world! (besides my daughter)

⤷ gemmastyles Thanks for clarifying, mum

gemmastyles My sister from another mister!

yourbestfriend We need to finally meet up!

⤷ yourinstagram yessss!

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harrystyles

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harrystyles You're just finishing one of your latest publications on the way to becoming a professor. I couldn't have been more proud and honoured to accompany you during this time.

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yourinstagram I love you I love you I love you

annetwist Our smart professor. <3

harryupdates ohhhhhh *melting*

hArrysbtch I'll never get over him posting her on here

harrysmoustache we are back to normal, baby!!!

scienceandharstyles professor YN YSN sounds amazing

harrysmylife BEST. COUPLE. EVER.

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a/n: did you like the way it turned out?

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honkthehenry · 3 months

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unnamed slime game - part 1

Masterlist

The way you suddenly snapped into awareness without realizing you drifted off at all was something akin to having a bucket of ice-cold water thrown into your face.

You... dozed off in class again. In hindsight, it was inevitable – the last time you got hours of sleep instead of something in-between nothing at all and a 2-hour-nap was last Saturday. You've been running on nothing but bitter, cheap coffee and sheer spite for almost a week now, it was high time you finally crashed.

Still, you should have woken up at Uni. You should have woken up to your professor huffing and puffing and glowering in your face about your terrible conduct, about how your generation had no respect for his generation, about how such a complicated and beautiful science like Robotics was not a place for slackers like you (which, fair, you had no idea what you were doing in Robotics either), not... alone and certaintly not in the middle of a forest.

You ran through a bunch of scenarios quickly, but none stuck.

Kidnapping? Far-fetched at best. You lived alone, only barely making ends meet by running yourself into the ground as you tried to marry working retail with being a full-time student, so ransom was out of the question and being kidnapped for the sake of doing bad things to you... Why bother? You didn't know anyone nearly well enough to be kidnapped due to personal feelings and you were neither good-looking enough (perpetually tired goblin that you were) nor famous-, connected- or skilled enough to be kidnapped randomly.

Besides, you were at the University, on the 5th floor, in the middle of the city that had no forests for miles! You were surrounded by 20-odd other people, there was no way someone would be able to kidnap you with so many witnesses around.

So, not kidnapping.

Dream then?

Also unlikely. Your dreams were few and far-between and when they did happen, it was either you being surrounded by characters from the show you happened to be fixated on at the time or it was you getting repeatedly chased and swallowed whole by a dinosaur on a loop, until the dream finally ended (probably Jurasic Park childhood trauma, now that you thought about it).

Still.

This was so weird, because you knew for a fact you were much too aware of everything to be dreaming and yet the things you saw didn't makes sense at all!

You didn't have any arms for one!

And your body was purple!

You could feel electricity zapping at your body and it didn't hurt, it was more like being swallowed in a blanket burrito and nursing a comforting mug of hot chocolate, while watching your favourite show with no worry for deadlines or money!

You weren't supposed to feel like that, you were supposed to be tired and grumpy and irritable and not nice and not toasty and certaintly not so comfortable!

Drugs? Hallucinations? You never partaked, you didn't drink alcohol either, so that was a no—

—A purple crystal you were under zapped at you again and you positively melted on the spot, basking in the feeling and letting the troublesome train of thought go like the wind, before it inevitably derailed and caused you undue anxiety as it always did.

...it was very nice actually.

Maybe losing opposable thumbs wasn't so bad if you got this in exchange.

You could live like this.

×•×•×•× Honk!!! Corner ×•×•×•×

You know that one post lurking on Tumblr where OP is turned into a frog by a witch as revenge? And just vibes? Basks in the sun without worrying about life? This is MC now.

I don't care how long or how short chapters are, they're just gonna vibe as they are because I am a goblin with a short attention span and no actual ability to write.

Something to get you thinking - MC is an electro slime for a reason and that reason is electro immunity.

I wonder why?

*smiling like a particularly smug cat*

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9/9 Peace in a Lifetime of War

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x F!OC

Tags: Explicit content, +18 audiences only. Smut, romantic angst, fluff. An unapologetic LOVE STORY. Sexual tension, mutual pining, banter, flirting, developing relationship, strangers to lovers. Simon Riley has a dark past (partly inspired by Modern Warfare 2: Ghost comics).

CW/TW: References to PTSD, depression, past torture and abuse in later chapters.

Summary: A uni student who pole dances at a strip club to pay her rent encounters a mysterious giant of a soldier seemingly incapable of falling in love.

He didn't call, didn't text, didn't explain himself.

She wrote dozens of texts, mostly with one sentence, Where'd you go?, Could we talk this through?, I'm sorry, would you please come back, but never sent them.

But she was also being ripped apart by the feeling that this simply couldn't be happening. It couldn't end like this. There was something real here. There had to be.

Pride got in the way. He didn't deserve her begging after leaving her like that without even an explanation as to why. He cared about his job more than her, and she would no longer beg for leftovers. She would not be the girl he could come and fuck in the dark when he had the time for it.

Let's make this work.

That's the sentence she wrote the most, to reverse the last words she had said. A nervous voice inside her told her that she had driven him away. That Simon was somewhere out there thinking she didn't want him in her life. After all, she had shouted that he should go and do his job… Practically, get out of her life.

But how could a few words spoken in anger drive him away? How could he just cut her off after everything? Player or not, she had thought him a better man than this.

He still had the key. He hadn't left it on the table or mailed it to her. He might still walk through that door when she least expected it.

But days turned into weeks, and somewhere in her heart, she knew a decision had been made. Simon never half-assed anything. If he had left, he had left. End of fucking story.

After three weeks, she threw away the shower gel. It reminded her of the time she had come from the shower to a dark room filled with him. When she had teased him, and he had sent her to heaven, when they had confessed their love to each other. It stared at her from the bin until she went and took out the trash with not much else but that single men's shower gel bottle in it.

He had left one of his hoodies in her apartment, and she almost threw it into the bin too. Then she crawled inside it like a child who had lost her parents.

It smelled of him, and it was so big that half of her disappeared inside it, and she felt warm, and safe, and devastated. That hoodie and her bedroom walls twisted the knife by whispering the words Marry me, laced with an echo of his laughter. Every day she decided to throw it away and start a new life, and every night she curled inside it to cry herself to sleep.

Bolognese was ruined for her. Motörhead was ruined, bourbon was ruined; the smell of tobacco brought tears to her eyes. She walked past springtime tulips like they carried the plague itself. Even Dürer was ruined.

How could a heartless, cocky 21st-century soldier ruin the genius of a Renaissance master?

Luckily, she hadn't told anyone who she had been dating for months now. She had never asked Simon to meet her parents. She hadn't even told them she was seeing someone… Her mother had made a remark on how nice it was to see her happy when she was visiting on holidays, and she had told her she had gotten good grades this semester. In her heart, she had perhaps always known that things with Simon wouldn't last. It all seemed like a dream. A beautiful, heated, fucked up pipe dream.

It was like the very oxygen from her life was gone. She didn't have the will to masturbate; the toy she had only reminded her of the embarrassing incident where she had forgotten it on the bedside table, and he had seen it and made her blush with a laugh and a comment; "That's the competition?" Such a small, pink thing compared to Simon, and even that reminded her of him.

Her workplace was a smoking rubble after a war. The pole choreographies had the atmosphere of Swan Lake rather than anything sultry and sexy — she flicked the pole to spin mode more often, started to do leg hangs and suicide spins and unicorn splits and chose music with lyrics about betrayal and other heartbroken, forlorn wailing.

Her gaze swept the audience before she grabbed the pole. Just in case. There were hungry eyes, but none belonged to the man with a winter-over stare, sleeve tattoo, and voice burnt from scotch, smoking, and sleepless nights.

The room spun, and her heart hurt, and she wondered if Simon had found another sweet girl or if he was bleeding in the blur too. Perhaps he was taking his pleasure with the women on his team, no strings attached. Fucking those tough army girls who were everything she was not. Making them moan with slow, heavy torture.

She wanted him to hurt. And then again, she did not. She wanted him to be safe, and for the first time in her life, she prayed even though she had never believed in God.

That forgotten oversized hoodie was her temple, and she wasn't sure who she was even praying to before falling asleep inside that black cotton. But she asked for Simon to stay safe, to not do anything stupid. She even prayed for his happiness, but then the prayers turned more selfish, and she asked that he would come back to her.

Just come back to her.

Her prayers were answered sooner than she would've thought. It was a frightening invocation, because when she finally caught him as a black, massive shadow against the darkness of the club, it was clear that he was in an even worse shape than she was.

He was still big, still menacing, a powerhouse of a man, but she saw that he had lost weight, the shade under his eyes was even darker than when they had first met. He was looking at her dance like he was attending a funeral: there was no smile, no hunger, only suffering in his eyes that followed her from inside a black hood.

She wanted to jump from the stage in the middle of her show, climb onto his lap, cry all the tears still uncried, although she had done nothing but bawled every night since he had left. Sweat made the pole slick, and she closed her eyes as she spun, hoping to be somewhere else entirely so he wouldn't see the hurt in her eyes. But the lights were pointing at the stage, and her face must've been a pale mask of fear and longing, and the dance turned into the ending act of her own personal Swan Lake.

It had been almost a month, and he barged back into her life like he would barge through a door into a room full of prisoners. The game was on again, and he was the fucking worst, and the relief and longing turned into red, blazing rage.

How dare he show up here? Still without warning, without a single message, when he knew how much it meant to her. Especially after what had gone down.

When she was done, she didn't go to him; she left the stage before the applause had even died, rushed to get her things, and stormed out the back door, half fearing that she would bump into him. He wasn't there, but when she walked past the entrance to get home, there was a man smoking outside. She wouldn't shed a look his way but knew from the aura of darkness and hellfire and silent leadership that it was him. There was no sound of footsteps, but she knew he was walking behind her, could almost smell the smoke, could feel his stare on her back as she rushed down the street like she was being hunted by a ravager.

And hadn't he, in a way, promised to haunt her, dead or alive?

She cried the whole way home while being followed by his ghost – silent tears of anger and relief and sorrow, jaw trembling and hiccups tickling her throat.

When she reached her apartment, she opened the door as quickly as possible, then slammed it shut behind her.

Would he use the key and force himself in? Would he take the closed door as a sign not to trespass? She almost went to open it to let him know that this area was actually a No Man's Land, not a threshold to her personal space, much less a fortress he needed to conquer.

But he had decided to pursue her, and a clear-cut knock sent her heart up her throat.

She had a choice not to open that door. Return to her old life without this fuckery. He wouldn't use the key she had given him, he was gentleman enough not to. Or perhaps not a gentleman: he simply knew when he was not welcome and would be too proud to force a connection.

But the decision had really been made a long time ago. It was made when she asked for that drink, when she accepted his flowers, when he pushed inside her the first time. Perhaps even on the moment she first laid eyes on him.

So, without having a grain of rational thought behind it, her heart walked her to that door and opened it.

He was leaning on the frame with one hand, and the hooded head rose from a heavy hang. He looked defeated for a moment, and she realized she had taken a while to come to the door… But then he squared his shoulders and raised his chin, bounced away from the frame, and the tiniest little smile played on his lips.

A look of I win.

It was something so Simon that it burned her heart, and the love returned – as if it had ever gone anywhere – and she was so angry that she slapped him to wipe off that stupid look that told her he could drop her like a toy and then come back and pick her up again.

Her palm met his chin, and it hurt her too: to hear that slap and know he allowed it to happen.

He allowed her to slap him. Again.

He reduced her to someone who hit people, like this was some trailer park romance where physical abuse was ok.

It was his fault, not hers.

It was his fault. It was.

His head was turned to the side from the force of her palm, the eyebrows rose in muted surprise. Then he slowly turned to look at her, and couldn't hide his smile anymore. He fucking got off on this.

Which was why she slapped him again – only, this time he caught her hand and finally forced himself inside, like it was an invitation that she tried to hit him. Her other hand shot out, rather impassively, and he caught that, too.

"That's quite enough."

That gruff, dark voice was probably what she had missed the most. Or those big, brown eyes full of promise. Or all that muscle wrapping around her in a crushing hug, those lips that smashed against hers in a starved kiss.

The door slammed shut behind him as he devoured her. The moment his hands let go of hers and enveloped her into that secure embrace, she dissolved and let him crush her mouth, her ribs, her everything — her hands reached for the hood and tore it down, clutched his back, his jacket, threatening to tear the clothes apart from how much she had missed him.

Tears gathered up her throat, and her eyes burned and squeezed shut, she held the black fabric in her fists and pulled, trying to get closer even when there was not a breath of air between them. His scent brought back so many memories that she threatened to drown in the flood.

The kiss left them both breathless and huffing when he drew her against him. She felt like a hostage when he closed one heavy palm around her head and simply forced her cheek to meet his chest. He had never closed her in a hug quite like this — like he was afraid that she would disappear into thin air if he didn't hold on tightly enough.

"Sweetheart." It was a rumble in her hair, a deep vibration in the solid wall she was smashed against.

"Don't you dare," she whispered through tears, but her hands told a different story as she clung to him like a drowning person.

"Sarah…" He only squeezed her harder, so hard that she feared he would soon break bones. "Love. I'm sorry that it took so long."

Her fingers flexed, then wrapped around that jet-black cotton again. The tears disappeared in his shirt, and she was glad he always wore black; otherwise, the mascara would've made a visible mess.

He smelled so good. She inhaled him like a drug — even after the desertion, his scent meant safety and home to her.

"What the fuck happened?" She sniffed, trying not to wail like a child against that firm wall of chest. "I thought you only went for a smoke."

He stroked her hair so gently that the shirt was soon soaked from her tears.

"I thought it would be best if I left you in peace," he muttered, sounding almost guilty. Her hand twitched in the folds of the hood from the utter folly of it all. She thanked the heavens that he hadn't. She had never exactly found peace with him, but being without him was even worse.

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard," she retorted.

"Yeah. I used to be a better man. But if ya think I'm cocky… Hah, you should've seen me back then. Feared nothing."

She had expected him to share a reason for leaving her like that, but she hadn't envisioned it to start with those words. The world was quaking again in her hallway, lit by a single, lone lamp.

"It didn't work. It got people killed. Even my brother's little kid." He was still talking to the crown of her head as if exposing the darkest of secrets, fearing that the walls were wired.

"I'm not really… alive, you know? Died with them about ten years ago."

From any other man's mouth, that trace of information, an explanation for his handicaps, would've felt melodramatic. When it came from Simon, it felt like a void was yawning before her.

"Swore that day I would never let it happen again."

How could she always forget that her judgment concerning Simon was flawed – no – distorted as hell? She knew he had lost everybody but didn't know how exactly. Of course there had been violence. She had never really understood just how important it was for him to protect people from getting too close.

I didn't mean for things to go this far suddenly stood for something completely different.

He wasn't playing or toying with her. He was being absolutely, vehemently, utterly serious.

Even… intimidated.

She felt even worse about not being there for him when he had been thin with his skin. She had made it all about her when he tried to share a deep fear.

"I tried to keep my hands off you as long as I could." He hummed, a sound of a distant, pleasant memory. "You were so… fuckin' graceful. Felt like you were dancing just for me."

The tears kept flowing, the world kept quaking.

"I was," she whispered. "Even when you weren't there."

"Thought you was just teasin' me. Seemed such a tough girl." He gave her one of those short laughs, a cynical scoff that said he wasn't easily caught off balance. "'N then you turned out to be sweet as a pie. So bloody sweet. Swept me right off my feet."

She pulled back a little and saw that his eyes were liquid too, the pale lashes fluttered over bloodshot, melted chocolate, but no tears came out. It was like he didn't quite know how to cry, like that skill had been tortured out of him, never to return.

"Nothing lasts. Especially if it's something good and pure." He ran a thumb over her cheek, catching a tear, like he was soothed by seeing someone crying the tears he could not. "Really wanted this to last."

Her lower lip trembled at that, and she had to fight back a whole bawl that threatened to erupt. He was stupidly eloquent when he wanted to. But he was also blind if he couldn't see that no one else but him had tried to end things this time. How could a man so mature and smart be so stupid?

"You're the one who walked out the door, Simon."

He blinked a few times. Yeah… He was that stupid, even if he was sharp and trained and brave. But it was also stupid of her to think there wouldn't be problems. He had built a wall, five-foot thick, since childhood. She had tried to penetrate it with a needle and had had a fit when it wouldn't budge.

"Look... You can't just come into my life and fuck around and fuck with my head — and fuck me… and then leave and say Darling, it's dangerous."

He huffed a laugh at her imitation of him. "You make me sound like a jerk."

"That's because you are."

A sigh. "Right."

She had expected him to return the quip, make some clever comeback, but their love had been on ice for weeks and weeks. Even if the warmth was there, and he was close, so close… Something was still wrong.

She pulled herself back to the solace of his chest. There were broken things inside, and she was a brittle vase herself, barely able to hold all the sorrow in.

"Why do you always have to be so dramatic?"

"Comes with the job."

"I hate your job," she mumbled in his shirt, and he chuckled humourlessly.

"Me too."

"No you don't. You love it." She sent another accusation in the air, and the penalty was an open prison, a slackening muscle around her.

"Guilty as charged."

"Why are you here, Simon?"

There was a pause, one, two breaths…

"Can't fuckin' live without you."

He had no doubt tried, tried to veritably leave her from fear of setting her in danger. Only Simon could leave a woman for fear of losing them…

"Even if I only get scraps and slaps. Phone's full of look at me's but you never call."

Her eyes flared wide open, her lungs ceased working for a second. Five months flashed backward, then forward, their shared moments twisting and turning, words finding new meanings.

Scraps…

You never call.

Jesus Christ.

It was bitter, and it was true. She had guarded her heart like a prisoner of war during a time of peace. Sent him thirsty selfies like they were the only thing he wanted from her, refused to call in fear of losing some game.

He wasn't the only one who was proud and dramatic. She had had a whole month in her hands. She could've called him, sent him those texts. She could've made it known that she hadn't meant her last words as a command for him to get out. But she had done none of those things. Instead, she slammed the door in his face and slapped him when he finally came back with his tail between his legs.

It was never about his job. She could deal with that. It was about the game.

They were both boneheaded, proud little creatures, and she realized she was the one who had been playing, playing for far too long…

"You said you'd rather call me," she whimpered, voice barely even a whisper.

He pulled her away by the shoulders and took a quick scan. There was patronization and pity, and she wondered whether he would take the blame for her failings too. But the pain was more profound than that.

"Sarah. Do ya even like me?"

Of all the things said that night, said ever, that was probably what hurt her the most.

"Yes," was all she managed to say to the man who was, in truth, the love of her life.

"Alright. Then I don't see what the problem is."

He was being reasonable, but there seemed to be a whole other problem she had never acknowledged. Had never even known existed.

And it was a rare, rare thing, that he chose to break first.

"Sarah, bloody fucking-... It kills me to imagine you with someone else."

All in.

As if she could ever find a man like him. As if she could even see other men. They had ceased to exist five months ago.

Just say it.

"I don't want someone else," she said, knowing that games like these should be illegal. But she was not playing anymore. "I only want you. Remember?"

The wall cracked, crumbled a little, exposed some softness in those chocolate eyes.

"Now that's what I like to hear."

Annoying, lovable, cocky bastard. This time, it was her turn to pull him in for a kiss.

He let her take some of his clothes off but then seized the reins from her again by hauling her to the bedroom like a doll. Everything happened right according to a script: she was undressed, tossed on the bed, and he was climbing on top of her before she could even say his name.

He just wouldn't allow her to touch him. She had given him one and a half blowjobs, one handjob, and slapped him two times. They cuddled every now and then. That was basically it.

He was always on top, had fucked her against this and that wall, fucked her with his clothes on half the time. He initiated everything, made her feel good, and so, so subtly prevented her from touching him. Did he even know he was doing it, or was it subconscious?

This would have to change.

Past torture or not, it would change now.

"Simon," she placed a hand on his chest when he was already inserting himself inside her.

"Hm?"

"Can I be on top?"

Something akin to worry flickered in his eyes, but it was only a brief glitch that soon changed into an intrigued look.

"Why not," he tried to hide the remnants of his bafflement, then crashed to the bed beside her. She flicked the table light on as if making it clear that this was the dawn of a new era. He gave it a hasty side eye, then turned his attention back to her.

"Have you ever heard of Adam's first wife?" She asked when she climbed on top of him. God, but he was wide, even though men were supposed to have narrower hips. Simon was a man in his prime, threatening, even when lying under her in a seemingly vulnerable position.

"You givin' me a history lesson too?"

"She was banished from Eden because she wanted to be on top during sex." She tried to seek support from his chest, knowing it would be of minimal help. If he would get too enthusiastic, she might be bucked off.

"I won't be so cruel," he said with a soft smile as he ran hands over her thighs, then up to her waist, hesitantly. Simon never hesitated.

From what she understood, he was far from a footsoldier. The people he killed never even heard he was coming for them with a thick, ugly blade. Perhaps he preferred to fuck like that, too: stealthy and intimate, in the darkness, keep his victim in a sturdy embrace so he could feel how they bled to death.

That light was a threat. Her stare was piercing awareness: also, a threat.

And it was only now, from this position, that she finally caught the wounds. Fresh, ugly holes that should've probably been under bandage still.

"What's this?"

There were not one, but two cavities surrounded by discolored skin, bruised dark purple, virtually black — gunshot wounds that had barely missed his liver. Had the bullets reached the internals, they would've likely been the end of him.

"That's the reason why it took so long."

Shallow breathing was a stupid response from a body already feeling faint. But the next few breaths were just that: an attempt to sustain the flow of oxygen and allow reality to sink in.

The last time Simon had gotten hit was years and years ago: a bullet to the arm, not nearly as severe as an abdominal wound. She thought they used bullet vests at work. Unless he had chosen not to wear it. Her brain was a horrid thing, pushing a clinical sentence out of a psychology journal to her mind.

"The root cause of self-destructive behavior can stem from a mental health condition such as depression: overwhelming sadness and loss of interest."

She had drowned herself in self-pity in her cozy little apartment and taken revenge on a shower gel bottle while Simon had gotten himself wounded, nearly killed. Probably spent the last few weeks in a hospital after the operation in whatever medical facility he had been brought to from the field. Without telling her, stubborn and proud as he was. Lying there, with no visitors, thinking it was better to leave her alone…

She knew he had a death wish, but this… This crushed her soul.

"Soap said I should ask you to marry me instead of trying to prove something by killin' myself."

Shit…

More edgy, dark humour — but her insides shuddered.

The axis of melancholia turned and turned. She hadn't told anyone about them, but Simon had. So that someone could deliver the message if need be. Even the thought of a Scottish jarhead appearing at her door and telling her how Lieutenant Simon Riley had been killed in action made her eyes sting.

Soap was a clever man. Much more intelligent than the one between her thighs.

"What am I to do with you," she whispered while placing the lightest, faintest touch on the stretched skin around the injury. The muscles rippled underneath her fingertips, and a soft hiss drew her attention back to his face, but the discomfort was hidden from view before she could decide whether it was caused by her words or her touch.

"A few ideas come to mind," he spoke with his everlasting cheek, even when healing from both gunshot wounds and a broken heart. "Wanna hear?"

"How about you shut your mouth for a change," she offered, gently enough to make it clear that some things should be fixed with another kind of communication.

When she reached to guide him inside her, he was uncommonly solemn. The dry spell had ended at the door already, but that drowsy, flaming rust of a stare caused the cup to overflow. She was slippery as hell, but he was patient, mostly having a ball watching how she went through trial and error to get him in. The intimacy made her flustered, and that stern expression soon turned into a smug one as she fucked up guiding him in smoothly and with finesse.

And it was wishful thinking that Simon would keep his mouth shut.

"Ya need help with that?"

"Shush," she said, knowing it was futile, a laugh bubbling in her chest as she tried to sound convincing with the command. As if she could order someone like Simon around.

He broke again when the thick of him finally pushed in, slow and steady like a reverie.

"Always so fuckin' tight 'n wet for me…"

"You can't just shut it for one minute, can you," she breathed while gliding down the cock that spread her wide — and God, she had longed for that familiar invasion.

"Not with you, sweetheart."

She had barely even started when she saw how his throat worked, then felt him tighten the grip on her waist.

"Did ya have others while I was away?"

"Don't be ridiculous."

The muscles on his jaw tensed, then unwound with a sigh, the heavy-lidded eyes making him look like a man about to pass out.

"Neither did I. Seat's already taken."

The jesting, his laugh, their togetherness — she had missed it so much that it physically hurt.

But at the same time, it felt like they were meeting for the first time. This time with more than just their clothes off. Everything was…amplified, and not just because the lights were on. This was not a lazy Sunday morning fuck under the sheets.

She had been squashed against his chest, but she had never traced the muscles with the tips of her fingers, watched how his nipples grew hard at the contact. She had never quite seen how his jaw clenched, how his abs pulled taut just from a slow roll of her hips. Her hands looked tiny, dainty, when they swept over him – a man made weapon – all corded muscle and uneven skin, tone changing with the map of old and new scars, fresh scratches here and there, ill-healed burn marks and whatnot coating a skin that had seen more than just rough weather. He didn't treat his body like a living, breathing thing; it was simply a tool.

Her past boyfriends had been just that. Boys compared to him. It wasn't just his size, that he was older than her. It wasn't even the map of scars spread over muscles built to withstand and wage war. It was just something so inherently him, a maturity, ripe survival, toughness that came from another age entirely.

She tried to be worthy of him, make love to him in return for all the favors he had so generously given her.

He appeared to enjoy it with the most laid-back attitude she had yet seen on him. She had prepared for intensity, as always, a bit of devilry, but not for that daydreamy stare. That absorbed, blissful look could only be compared to someone easing down on a divan, waiting to be served wine and grapes like they were some Roman deity. Or, in his case, on a lush sofa, waiting for his girl to bring him a scotch after a long day. Maybe take his boots off, and his pants too, kneel and take him in a warm, wet mouth…

God, she was fantasizing about blowing Simon while riding him. But she'd be damned if she didn't serve him that back rub with a happy ending as soon as she had ridden him to the finish line.

"Should do this more often," he noted evenly, echoing her thoughts – and trying to grasp some sliver of control by telling her he liked this. Liked being served.

"Enjoying yourself?"

"Can't complain."

And she realized now that she wasn't the one in charge, no. He was looking at her much in the same way as he did when she was up on that stage. Only, he was now both the stage and the pole… and the audience.

Fuck.

Every time she tried to get in control, he did that rear choke on her. Even this turned out to be another counter technique. He was simply enjoying her take her pleasure.

The notion didn't cause fires anymore, other than a flare of licking heat down to where they were joined. Her inner walls had decided that he was a keeper too, gripping him so violently that the tendons on his neck became visible. The callous of his hands traveled upwards to her ribs, and she caught a thought of how he could easily crush her if he wanted to — but he only proceeded to hug her waist with an iron grip to join in the show.

"Keep doin' that and there's gonna be a real mess," he said, voice thick, sending more heat trickle down her spine.

"Isn't that always the case with you?" She was on the brink of laughter now, because it felt stupid that it had taken her so long to enjoy this man to the full.

"Yeah… But you love it. Admit it." He wasn't bulldozing now. Just enticing, eyes glimmering from seeing her so evidently happy.

And she did admit it. She didn't hold back at all. She allowed him to see exactly how much she wanted and admired him, how good he made her feel.

The account started as a steaming, almost pissed-off checklist, a confession rather than a declaration of love. It contained pent-up love and hate, from how he fucked her in the dark to how he drove knives to a wall she didn't even own. But then it turned into a hymn. Nevermind ego; she wanted to stroke his heart and soul. He fucking deserved it.

She told him he was a good man, the best man she had ever known. How she had never loved anyone like this. How she was his, had been from the moment he came to that club. She even told him how big he was and how she had trouble concentrating in class because of it. That she had trouble focusing pretty much anywhere.

How she had cried herself to sleep in his sweatshirt every night after he had left… How she wanted him to never leave again — how she wanted to solve every argument they would have from now on with a hatefuck instead.

At first, he looked at her curiously, probably thinking she was joking. Then his expression turned to a choked-up stun.

“Sarah– Fuckin’ hell…"

Every secret thought from the past five months was laid out before them; every little thing she admired about him from body to soul.

It seemed to be a shock treatment, a little too much all at once, but he was true to his word and didn't complain.

"You're gonna make a grown man cry 'ere."

He didn't cry, but if there was still some invisible wall between them, every last brick was blown apart at this point.

The poker game was finally over, the whole table was cleared of cards and chips and bets.

"Do you even like me… Unbelievable, Simon," she said as a final notion. There was a soft smile, but it wasn't arrogant or vain in her eyes anymore. Just proud, pleased.

God, had she been stupid.

She descended to celebrate, to seal it all with a kiss. He welcomed her with fast allegiance: arms went around her as soon as her breasts pressed against his chest. It was all hunger, but ten times more tender than the starvation at the door. Slow, deliberate, and it went straight to her cunt, gripping him — and of course he responded with a groan, straight into her mouth.

His hips jerked up to meet her, and had she not been in the safe custody of freakishly strong arms, she would've fallen off her ride. And it was high time to investigate whether he had a vulnerable spot in his neck as well.

A sluggish, flat-tongued lick up the column of his throat and some open-mouthed, sloppy kisses sent him contracting from the middle, pushing in, balls deep. She risked a nib, even a soft bite, and eventually, went a bit feral on that neck. It was another jackpot for the both of them.

"I need-.. need you on your back," he had never stuttered like that, out of breath, trying to be polite with a raspy throat. But he wasn't really asking, and it wasn't really mannerly. It was actually a demand.

"Wanna fuck you hard," his voice was so low that it was almost a growl.

Yes.

Yes. Yes, please.

And she knew just the trick that would ensure that he did.

"Hmh. Denied," she said to his neck, and waited for the punishment that was brief and thorough.

"The hell it is."

He rolled over and switched their roles without even pulling out, and just like that, her feeble attempts to be the rebellious first woman turned to dust. But she didn't really mourn the loss. Her Eden resided right here.

"You're such an asshole," she was laughing from mirth and love and the joy of being pressed under that safe weight again.

"Would like to fuck that too someday."

Oh my God..-

She wasn't a blushing lady from Victorian times, but this was a little unexpected, even from him.

"Bet you're even tighter down there… I might just pass out."

Her jaw must've fallen an inch or two, her eyes no doubt shot full of shimmering glee because nothing, absolutely nothing escaped him, and her face was now more than that of a stupefied goldfish.

"I suggest you close that pretty mouth before I-"

She cut him short by sinking nails in his skin — more precisely, his ass. He arched his back with the following thrust, even exposed his throat with a satisfied grunt.

"Lil' wildcat… I could do this all night." It was a pleased chuckle, and her heart hurt — she was constantly calling him annoying, an asshole, a jerk, and he told her she was beautiful, sweet, his girl, or a little wildcat in return…

"Would ya like that?"

She could only nod, time and again, and the sex turned messy, noisy and unhinged, weeks and weeks of frustration and longing dissipating with fucking that spread her thighs wide and made the whole bed wail. Her head hit the frame once or twice before he moved her with an annoyed grunt while she was having a laugh about it, but then she remembered he was injured and that this was a bad idea.

"Your wounds-" she tried to stutter amidst a pounding that had certainly been held back for longer than five months, not to talk of a few weeks.

"I'll live."

She was close, but so was he, and it seemed it was the most difficult decision he had ever made: to choose whether to slow down and grit his teeth or just give into the temptation and spill. A split second, and he chose the latter, and she must've been gawking: all that muscle towering over her went tense, the halved slant between his pecs sheened with sweat.

He came with a long groan and a head rolled back, the tension leaving him in shivers before his head fell back down, chin to the chest. The stare behind those heavy lids was unfocused, heady, drugged.

"Fuck, you're a glorious sight," he said while sweeping a hand over her sternum and closing the giant palm around her throat — nothing brutal or rough, just a little bit of fun that probably shouldn't have made her tighten around him as furiously as it did. It felt like she was one of his victims, held in place by one hand only, as his gaze dropped down to marvel at how his cock disappeared in her and came out all wet. The thrusts were erratic and desperate, the ending throes of ecstasy — must've been a glorious sight indeed.

He wouldn't even pause to enjoy the trip back to earth to the full. He left her, eyes both determined and drunk, cock still half hard, so abruptly that a sad little whimper fled her. But he wasn't gone for long, just settled next to her and gathered her in his arms, wracked with purpose.

She gasped when not one, but two fingers dipped inside, then drove deep to the knuckle.

"Fuck…"

"Will do."

It was a scant substitute for his cock, even with two thick fingers. But he was good, so damn good that it didn't matter.

He did everything right, perfect, precise. Made a mess of the cum that joined the wreckage, played with it, slathered it all over her until she was sticky and wet and the noise was well-nigh filthy.

But even more unbearable was the intimacy, the way her hand found him, the bunching muscles on the forearm, the thumb brushing her clit, his fingers curling in a loose fist while two of them curled inside her…

She wanted to participate, feel the fierce connection that had gained a whole new level. There was a sense of belonging, merging — did he feel it too?

Yeah, he definitely did.

Their gazes were locked, but the depth in his eyes wasn't hunger or will to dominate or even meant for fishing cues, it was pure surrender, actually, it was… love.

"Please," she whispered while he made love to her with both his hand and those eyes, not knowing why she even said that. But he had told her he loved it when she begged, so that's what she did. She would give him every fucking thing he wanted.

The sweltering bronze of his eyes broke a little, his brow gave a minimal tug.

"Simon - Please," the words were a mouthed prayer rather than an audible whisper, and she knew her own gaze was fractured because the warmth in his eyes only spread.

"I got ya," he crushed her in a devout hug while spreading her open, breathed into her ear, all joking gone. It was a solemn pledge, a guarantee.

"Promise I got ya."

This wasn't affection anymore; it was bonding.

She came with a strained whimper in his neck, curled into the hug with thighs trembling and hands grabbing whatever she could: a sheet, a tight muscle. He was an absolute genius for not moving, just stayed inside as her muscles sucked him in with a long, hungry pull that turned into a shudder that went through her whole body.

"Uh, fuh-…" She was cursing, sobbing, coming apart by the seams, and he took it all in, breathing high and wide from witnessing what he was doing to her.

It was a slow and tense shattering but turned messier after: into sloppy writhing and moaning, and he moved gracefully to ride it out with her. An absolute ace at what he did.

He might've said something, cheering her on with That's it or Fuckin' beautiful or something like that. She couldn't hear it, and it didn't really matter anyway. The looting was sweet, and he was the perfect fit, so fulfilling, still inside her after the waves had passed. They were breathing into each other, holding the space, sustaining the present moment just by being entangled together, all limbs and breath and sweat on sweat. When he ultimately pulled out, the hand joined the one wrapped around her, holding her like the most precious thing in the universe.

Her depression was gone, the man supporting her being a better cure for her condition than any kind of antidepressant ever invented by Western medical professionals could ever be. There was no fear, only a terrible will to live, a hunger for love and life.

It felt too lame a thing to say: I love you, in that kind of a moment. But something needed to be said. It wanted to come out like a wild thing from a cage.

"You brought me back to life," she whispered to the pulse on his neck, tasting both their salt, feeling like crying again, but this time for a different reason. "When we met. And every day after."

He was calm and still, frozen in time, but she could feel his heart thundering underneath that chest. Fast and overwhelmed.

"You're good at so much more than just killing people. I hope you know that."

The world could use another flood, but he chose to be the floodgate, chose to fight back mass destruction and death and darkness while looking like it. A hero, if there ever was one.

Simon didn't just take lives. He saved them.

"You saved my life, Simon." She stirred a little to look at him, wholly stripped of all his masks.

"There.. Finally shut you up."

He swallowed, and a steady hand brushed the nape of her neck, dissolving the tension if there still was any left.

"Yeah."

The soft silence covered them like a blanket until he bore even deeper.

"I'm glad you could finally join us."

And she realized he was talking about the Game. Their game. The poker game.

She had been a player while he had been here all along with palms facing upwards, with no cards at all. Just waiting for her to catch on.

"Yeah. I'm here."

"'Atta girl."

The kiss was gentle and slow. He grunted in her mouth, and when she withdrew to look at what was wrong, he opened and closed his jaw, then rubbed the side of his chin that had begun to swell a little.

"You hit hard for a historian."

Oh God.

She felt bad, but not bad enough to suppress a chortle.

"Remarkably hard for a woman. Almost dislocated a jaw," he continued when he saw she was laughing at the whole situation.

"I hope it swells real bad," she chuckled. He cast her a look that said So much for sweetness.

"You're ruthless."

"Do you need ice?"

"A kiss'll do."

She didn't deny him that kiss. She wasn't that ruthless. But after that soft peck, she turned to whisper in his ear.

"You deserved it."

He scoffed lightly, gave her a squeeze. It was the middle of the night, but it felt like the midsummer sun was shining.

"You deserve the best."

"And you're the best?" She asked, while they both already knew he was.

"I try to be."

That was probably the most humble thing she had ever heard him say, but then again, when had his arrogance ever been ego? He had always delivered. He was a soldier, but he was not a killer. He was a protector.

But if he would protect her by leaving her in peace, she would start a war of her own.

"Then don't leave me."

"Never."

Her heart skipped a beat, then fluttered flush against her ribs like an overjoyed bird.

"Is that a promise?"

She caught a smile, cocky, but only because he knew he was the best man for the job. He was best at what he did, and it had nothing to do with games.

"It's a vow."

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katz-chow · 8 months

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Coming from puff puffs blog 🤧🤥 hope you don't mind 😝🙈🙉 ur also totally gaining a new follower..

WHAT ARE YOUR HEADCANONS ON SOAP? 🥰🥰🥰 unless you've already done this before then I am so sorry 😓

relationship with soap headcanons

warnings: sfw, fluff, some angst, relationship arguments, family trauma mentioned, religious trauma, homophobia, bad dad

a/n: my fav cod man is soap so this took my top priority!!! i think about this man a lot, 09 and reboot version. reboot is my fav though, realistically, he's who i would actually get with. here’s all the things i’ve thought about him, there’s probably more tbh… OK OK HERE :))

childhood hcs

johnny soap mactavish comes from a large family of 5 siblings, he's the second oldest. it's elsie, him, blair, callum, and olivia.

growing up in a family of mainly girls got him on that respect women juice. he would always have to make sure his younger siblings are ok and aren't you know, being bullied. his parents were adamant on 2 year age gaps between them all.

his cousin, jack, was an sas operator and that was what made him want to join. they had to call security forces to arrest him out at some point because he kept sneaking in to watch them do stuff lol

elsie left for uni with her bf to live in soho when johnny was 16, the same year he would talk to recruiters around his hometown, driving hours and then getting rejected the same day due to his age

9th grade (year 10) chemistry got him obsessed with stem and its *explosive* results. he aced chemistry and then took advanced chemistry and physics just because he loved it so much

after this, as soon as he turned 18, he went to sign his papers THEN graduated school (he's just like me fr). his mom was so worried for him, especially when her sister told her about the danger that jack would get himself into. in the end, he promised he'll always call her and his siblings

his dad's an ass, hes an alcoholic, a cheater, a *bitch*... he would always take the kids to church on sundays and twisted the religion into a reason for his behavior. claiming that johnny's mom being at home was just "their culture"

she makes a killer shepherd's pie though

always had had some sort of love-hate relationship with the catholic faith. on one hand, it was nice to know there's always at least someone watching out for him, but after hearing the constant belittlement from his father, claiming he wasn't "manly enough" for not willing to give his life up in the service, he started to resent the “all merciful”.

he ended up blaming god for all his faults, letting him take accountability. this especially happened when he got diagnosed with adhd when he was 17, his dad didn’t believe in mental health. his mom was only a bit better about it, they both refused meds for him.

he's bisexual, leans towards women though. found this out after a truth or dare game in junior year (year 12) and some beers in a closet

at one point, callum acccidently let it slip at dinner when johnny had first moved out that he had met a cute guy and their dad screamed and yelled at the whole family, especially their mom, about "raising a fucking whore of a son, dragging the family down to shite"

blair called and told johnny a few days later and johnny rushed his work as quickly as possible and begged his chain of command for a few days off to go back home to his family

his family gets loud…like really loud. there’s 7 people what do you expect?

it gets especially bad when it’s sunday morning and you gotta get 7 people awake and looking their church best for an hour and a half 😔

johnny is the quickest everything there is, which has its downsides too. he could run and swim the fastest in the family, but he was also the quickest eater…meaning he’s on dish washing duty. he’s quick at that too so by the time everyone’s finished, he’s washed all the other dishes that took to make dinner

broke his arm chasing a cat through someone’s yard (he was 14)

had a goat scream and kicked him because he wanted to give it a hug

he got a part time job at a local bakery in 10th grade (year 11). the pay wasn’t much but neither was the work really. olivia, who was 9 at the time, made him promise that he’ll get her a doll to have tea with. her tea set had 4 cups but only one of her, so she must get another one to join her! he kept his promise; he ended up getting three dolls for her

he can make amazing soda bread and brioche loafs now too, still keeps a starter from the owner of the bakery to this day

he had a mountain bicycle that he would take everywhere. had room behind his seat for packages and his backpack, which he would tie down. that thing had such a loud bell too, would ring constantly to “let people know hes coming and get ready”

was terrified of selkies for some reason, always had the window closed and made callum sleep by it while he slept by the door

wasn’t much of a troublemaker, but would get into trouble with his adventurous heart.

got lost in the woods once and after a while of fake courage, he sat down and cried until elsie found him. he was 20 yards (13 meters) away from the clearing 😭😭

laugh at that guys, mf was 15

personality & relationship hcs

johnny is such a fun lover. he’s handsome yeah, but what makes ppl flaunt over him is his humor. he’s what jessica rabbit said “he makes me laugh”

such a charismatic and charming person, gets it from his dad. he could talk about just about anything, also the type to strike up a conversation with a stranger at the grocery store. then end up with their number and a date or helping them dog sit

this isn’t always a good thing though, one time before he was medicated, he would talk on and on, his story becoming incoherent due to the amount of self-interruptions he made, that a group of guys got so annoyed at that pub, they punched him.

he was young, 19, and couldn’t fight, so he didn’t win and came back to the barracks with a nasty black eye

he likes to be the big spoon, has to hold something in order to sleep

feel like he’s the type to wrap his arms around a pillow and lay on his stomach to sleep

speaking of sleeping, he HATES sleeping with socks on. he tried it one day and he just shivered at the feel of it, woke up and his socks were missing (he found them under the bed)

i also feel like he sleeps like a log, unmoving once he finds his comfort, i also think it's because he had to sleep in the same bed as his siblings at one point and he didn't want to wake them by moving, so he got accustomed to being a still sleeper

one time he accidentally got into a fight at a bar when a guy kept being misogynistic and was arrested and kept in jail for the whole night until one of his civilian friends bailed him out

johnny's the type to race you in the rain to the car. again, he's quick so he's always ahead of you but then he slips from the rain and ends up all wet and muddy and in the car.

his favorite thing to do is hear you laugh. he'll do anything to hear you laugh.

whenever you're sad, he'll purposely stub his toe or trip down the stairs or make you kiss his "owie" (a papercut) to get you to cheer up. like yeah it hurts like a fucking bitch but seeing you sad hurts more than a silly tumble

number one date event is city exploring and hopping. like cafe hopping, pub hopping, museum hopping, restaurant hopping, anything that makes you get up and get going with time to sit and chill at the same time.

feels like he can eat a lot, he's the type to eat your food if you end up not liking it or being too full

when he gets home from missions and the initial excitement of seeing you dies down, he also dies down and nap for hours until it's the middle of the night and he gets up to eat something.

he loves naps. feels like he needs a nap time every day if it was possible

he's a very kind lover, he's easy going so its not hard that sometimes people take advantage of this and push his buttons until he can't take it anymore

causes a huge blowup because he can have a nasty temper whenever he bottles stuff up and pushes things aside

not a physical manifestation of anger, but definitely a verbal anger, will say things he doesn't really mean just to say it and realize right after the words leave his lips that he fucked up

but he'll stake out in front of the guest bedroom in which you've locked yourself in until you come out and he gets the chance to forgive you

the type to stand in the rain and hold a sign saying sorry right outside your window, a very cheesy romcom style (gaz made him watch them)

he loves you more than anything and loves you even more than you can keep up with him and laugh at his jokes, no matter how awful they are

he wants 4 kids by the way

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helionpegasus · 1 year

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ceilings part 2

azriel x reader

Part 1

summary: Reader always had lucid dreams, due to her Seer heritage. But everything changes when she stats dreaming with a misterious male she have never seen before.

warnings: mention of blood, mention of death, beginning of anxiety attack. i think that’s it. :)

words count: 1489

author’s note: this took quite some time, i’m sorry :’) uni have been wild these past days. but i really hope you like it! i guess we have a series now!!!

I couldn’t see anything. It was a dark place, like I was surrounded by mist and shadows. I don’t know how long I’ve been here, but it took me some time to become conscious in the dream.

The place was silent. But it was not a silence of bliss, it was a silence of awareness. Like the shadows trapped in my ankles were telling me to be careful.

I got the courage to start moving. Maybe there is an exit and I’m just in a dark room, there could be a door somewhere.

I only take 5 steps before being crushed by the voices. It came from everywhere, all of them saying at the same time, probably thousands of them. It was suffocating, getting too much information all at once, like my head was a hundred feet under water.

“Help him.”

It’s the only thing I understand. The voice is sore, like it’s strength is falling apart and this was the last try.

“Help who?” I asked. No answer.

The shadows had become a lot more aggressive. Twisting and turning around me like a storm. Almost like it was expelling me from the place.

“Who do I need to help?”

The voices only got louder. My head was not bearing it anymore, it was too much to handle.

I woke up in a blink, the sheets soaked with my sweat. My hair sticking everywhere they could. It was hard to breathe, like I’ve been holding my breath all of this time. The window in the room was closed, I remember closing it last night. I jumped outta bed going straight to open it, getting a full inhale of the fresh air. The day was cloudy, the rain coming anytime by now.

Once my heartbeat slows down I go downstairs in the shared apartment. Bryce was almost never here with all the things she’s been doing, and today was no different.

Deciding to make a tea to calm my nerves, I go directly to the stove and heat the water.

The sound of the boiling water was the last thing I heard before the silence. Complete silence involved the room, my fae ears not able to listen anything.

Then it came. The sound of a chord. A deep one like those that begins in orchestras. And everything went black again.

When I woke up in this unknown place, I don’t remember exactly what happened. I just remember feeling like I was in a free fall, and nothing more. I must have blacked out.

I looked around me and found myself in a forest. The sky was dark, a storm probably coming, a sign to find somewhere to hide.

My back hurts when I stand up. I try to not be anxious and think straight.

How to get out of this situation?

Where am I?

Was the only thing I could think about.

The smell of my fear must have gotten strong. Because I heard a screech from behind me. My eyes shot everywhere trying to find something that I could use as a weapon, but there were only trees everywhere.

“Fuck.” I curse under my breath, and start running.

I knew this was not the best choice considering that I had no idea where I was heading. But my body was reacting out of instinct at this point, hearing the loud steps behind me. I didn’t dare to look back and face the creature following me.

My legs and lungs were burning, Ruhn’s voice coming to my head saying that I should be more active and not just stay in labs and libraries, that I would need this sometime. His theory proved that when my legs fail me, my body collides with the ground.

That’s when I see the creature. With dark big eyes, slender figure and pale skin. Coming with their claws directly at me. I found a rock beside my arm but had no time to react before one of the creature’s hands met my ribs. The sharp pain sent an electric shot through my body.

I hit the rock with all my strength in the side of their head. They come off of me with a high shriek. I lose no time before hitting it again, now directly in the middle of his face. My arm in a constant move ‘til I be sure they’re unconscious, although it didn’t save me from multiple little cuts from their claws. I catch my breath, letting go of the rock. The cut in my ribcage hurt more than before.

There was a cave a few meters from me. I didn't know if it’s empty but the rain started to pour and I’m in no condition to deal with any more creatures.

I arrive in the cave soaked. The bleeding on my side with no show to be stopping any time soon, and I had nothing to put pressure on it. I was only in leggings and an old t-shirt, even barefoot.

My body was starting to feel tired from all the happenings and the blood loss.

“Not even breakfast.” I say to myself, clicking my tongue. “What a morning.”

The dream from earlier flashes my mind.

Help him.

“I guess I’m the one needing help now.” A weak smile appears on my face.

I couldn’t help the tears. Gods, what the fuck just happened?.

I was trying not to black out, but my body was so sore, my eyelids heavy.

Found myself in the dark space again. The voices were so much calmer now, nothing more than whispers.

“Where am I?” I asked to the emptiness in front of me. Met with no answers. Again.

“I cannot help if you also do not help me.”

“What do you need help with, traveler?” A dark voice says. My face twitched in confusion.

“Take me somewhere safe.” That’s all I thought to ask. I couldn’t help unalive.

A soft breeze brushes my face before I go unconscious again.

Azriel

The chaos of the River House was setting down. The High Lady and the Heir are no longer in danger.

I felt like I could finally breathe after holding it for too much time.

We were reunited in the living room, waiting for Madja news. Mor’s leg bouncin’ nonstop besides me.

“I’m sure they’re all okay.” I said to her. The golden eyes meet mine searching for comfort.

“Yeah, I know. But it’s been quite a night, I’m still on my nerves.” She says to me. I only nod agreeing.

We all stand up when we hear footsteps. Madja and her assistants finally leave the bedroom they’ve been stuck in the whole night.

“They’re completely fine.” It’s the first thing she says. The sighs of relief came from all of us instantly. “I’m gonna monitorate them for the week, but they seem perfectly fine. Like all those things didn’t happen at all. Nesta really made a miracle.”

The healer left, and everyone got to their own course slowly. Cassian, Nesta and I went back to the House of Wind right after.

I was drinking water in the kitchen when I received the barrier warning.

Someone got in.

Cassian appeared in the door seconds later.

“You got it too?” He asked me. I only nod.

When I open my mouth to say something, the shadows start to increase and I become agitated. Swirling around my shoulders and legs.

They all started saying at the same time. Cauldron, it’s been a long time since they acted that way, and I could only think the worst.

Help.

Bleeding.

Dying.

Was the only thing I could fully understand from them.

“She’s on the training ring.” One of them says.

“This blood smell doesn't come from you, right?” Cass asked. The wings going up, body going straight in alert.

I found myself mirroring him before heading straight to the balcony.

My hand finds the truth teller out of muscle memory. The warlord found a weapon in the way of the house. None of us in leather, just the hand siphons. Both of us were heading to bed.

“You got it?” Rhys spoke in our minds.

“Already on our way.” I answered.

Once we got to the training ring, the blood smell got so much stronger. The shadows detected no harm, so we got in straight to the edge.

I couldn’t hide to be surprised to see a body there. A female body.

But I was certainly shocked when I realized the shadows protecting her body. My shadows.

“Shit.” I heard Cassian curse under his breath.

“What in Mother’s sake is this?” I looked at the female. Hair messy, face pale for the blood loss, and shirt soaked by the open wound in her ribs. But she was beautiful.

“Somewhere safe.” The shadows said. But that didn’t answer anything.

“Rhys…” I said in my mind to him. “I think your ‘dad moment’ will need to wait a little more.”

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The worst of us (part 2)

Here's the second part. We gonna have a third part and maybe fourth amongst this week (I go to Uni) (let me know if you like the drama or less drama for next part)

"Hi, y/n" Leah said. "Hi capi how are we doing" I said in a shaky voice. "what's up y/n, are you crying?" Leah said concerned by my tone of voice. "it's just that i messed up in a way" you said with a shrinking voice. "what did you do y/n and why do I get the feeling it has something to do with Alexia" Leah said more seriously. I told her what I had heard in the locker room... "but that's ok innit" "she visualized with you in the long run" she said calmer. "yeah but you know how much I went through before I met her to have to deal with that" y/n she said calmer " "I thought you had everything under control y/n" Leah said flatly. "that's what i thought, everything was fine until a few months ago, she found the bottles in the dishwasher and didn't say anything. how the hell did she not say anything, being a footballer and drink without control" you said hysterically. "but you can go to therapy again, you can control it" said Leah. "I feel like all this pressure from marriage and kids, media, Giraldez, it's drowning me LEAH. Ahh fuck, I'm going crazy" "who do you think you are to cross the traffic light like that, fucking crazy" you said in a way that even you don't recognize yourself. "Y/N calm down now, I hope you're not driving" "Of course I'm driving Leah" "Alexia decided it was best for me to leave, it's all fucking over. I can't take it anymore" you said crying. "Don't do something crazy please, if you're going to drink, go home, it's safer" said Leah in a worried tone. "No tonti, I'm not going to do anything bad," you said more calmly. Yet another lie, I thought. Of course you spent the whole night drinking at the 24h market close to home. You'd be as dead as a doornail the next day at training

Next day at training

"Well girls, as we all know, we have the champions match day coming up, I want everyone to be plugged in and eager to win," said Jonatan. "Yes coach" we all answered in unison. Once on the court the group was divided by positions and it was my turn to play against Alexia. Not surprisingly, none of the girls spoke to me. They were clearly leaning towards the captain. That made me very angry, that I hadn't done anything wrong enough to be disowned. To say I felt bad was too little for everything that was crossing my mind at the time. One thing they tell you is not to mix work and home but when your home is your colleague it becomes impossible, let alone seeing her as beautiful as ever. In a different situation, the girls would be more supportive and condescending to me but no, today was the day to make my life a hell.

A couple of exercises later I felt like I was going to faint, the spring heat and the monumental hangover I'm carrying don't help. In one of those passes that I have to receive I get lost and my team yells at me in a way that is so fucking scary, those beasts are scary. Alexia looks at me with rage, I don't think I've ever seen her so upset with someone, not even with the fucking gals of real madrid. If these things happen to me because I'm stupid. To say that right now I was at my strongest mental point is a lie, but I was doing what I could. In one play we had to clear the ball and of course as my luck couldn't be worse today I had to receive in front of Alexia. Not having the physique today to give it my all, Alexia got there first and threw a missile in my face. "Ouch" I thought as I fell unconscious on the grass. Alexia approaches me and tells me in the most venomous way possible "let's see if you wake up and stop drinking. The example you set for the little ones. Very good, very good". At that moment I couldn't think of anything but pain and Alexia's words. I think if I had to compare it to anything it would be a stab in the back. Alexia knows my weak points and yet she uses them against me.

At the medical room they put ice packs and ointment on my face for the bruises. luckily nothing is broken beyond an eyebrow. I head home before and out of nowhere I get flashbacks of all those times I was told that I was not a good example, that I was not enough, that I should not spend my time in football, but what bothers me the most is that it reminds me of when my father told me that I was a bad example for my nephews, because of them I changed. Sometimes things do not turn out the way you want. And as I knew that this day was going to end worse I decided to take a flask of whiskey in my backpack. It was not a good idea.

As I go into the locker room to get my stuff I hear the girls laughing about something Alexia said. I let myself listen to her a little bit because I know that when I go in they will shut up and give me funny looks. I hear her say "maybe it wasn't the right time or she, all of a sudden her alcohol problem came back". But since she is so sneaky about telling my stuff to the others. "Alexia you can just shut up and stop telling my things, at least respect what I once in privacy told you" I said it in the most calm and broken way possible. Suddenly because of the alcohol I had already had. They all went quiet and went back to their things. Alexia looked at me and I grabbed my stuff and left. Bad idea, I couldn't drive with alcohol on me. Fucking alexia, fucking family club, fucking liquor. Angry, I got in the car to go to my special place.

In the locker room the English girls came in, joking about y/n had brought a flask of whiskey and hadn't hesitated to drink it during practice. All the girls reacted and started to worry. "What's up girls?" said Keira, still laughing. "What's going on here is that most of the people here have been making fun of y/n and her alcohol problems, thanks alexia, and now she has gone home in her car drunk" said Ana a little more upset. To tell the truth Ana has always been on my side, it has to do with the amount of years we have known each other, I consider her one of the family but with the alcohol recently, I have moved away a little.

Already in the car I'm a little dizzy, everything is spinning and the memories are killing me. To say that driving like this is ok is reckless, don't do it under any circumstances. A couple of hours later I find myself back in Alexia's neighborhood, wandering around like a fool, as if she was going to show up. I decide to go up the Tibidabo but in the vicinity I come across a curve which I try to maneuver as best I can but apparently it beats me. The only thing I remember is calling Alexia. "Hi y/n, what do you want" says Ale a little angry "Hi bonita, I want to hear you and I want you to know that I love you with all my heart" you say almost without air in your lungs because of the blow "and please forgive me for not being enough for you, I swear that everything makes sense, but there is nothing to do anymore. That you were always a family to me " "why are you saying that y/n, I'm getting worried ""where are you ""goodbye alexia, I love you" you said before you hung up and your whole world turned black.

#Alexia putellas #woso #fc barcelona femeni #fcb femeni #espwnt #lionesses #alexia putellas one shot #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine #woso imagine #woso imagines #woso x reader

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Pls tell me about oao for the wip ask game

HELLOOO EL my beloved mutual ... oao well.. it's just this silly little thing that i've been working for er ... nearly 2 years 😇 hehe allow me to share some lil deleted snippets with you <3333

from: tuscany part one

Sirius suddenly feels sad and furious all at once. He’s sad that this is a side of Regulus that he’s not allowed to see anymore. He’s furious at Regulus for maintaining this inexplicable distance that seems to have developed between them. Where had everything gone so wrong? Sirius doesn’t even want to answer that question. Where hadn’t it? At some point, they’d stopped talking to each other; Sirius self-destructed and tore through that house like a comet. Regulus retreated so far into himself that Sirius is certain that he left a part of himself behind in that house. Sirius doesn’t blame him. Sometimes he feels the same; that he’s permanently lost a vital part of himself. Perhaps that’s why Sirius is so desperate for love; to feel loved. To feel wanted. To fill the void he feels inside himself. To fill the gaping wound inside himself. And, if Sirius is honest with himself, he’s jealous. He’s horribly, dangerously jealous: he’s jealous that Regulus, who grew up in the same loveless environment as him, has found not just one but two people to spend his life with. Sirius couldn’t even hold down one. And if he’s honest with himself, what Alphard had said the day before had been completely right: the love had long worn off between him and Emmeline. He’d clung to her like a raft. The fear of being alone was worse than whatever hadn’t been working between them.

from: tuscany part two

Sirius remembers the way that Walburga’s face would ripple and contort, her mouth a tight, white line as she’d say, ‘Regulus is a good child, quiet. Not like you were.’ Her comments always perplexed Sirius. he doesn’t remember himself ever making much noise at all. In fact, most of Sirius’s childhood memories involve him trying to take up as little space as possible. He remembers the time that they passed Hamleys and he got a bit teary-eyed because Walburga always refused to let him go inside. He remembers her eyes flaring like quicksilver and the tight grasp of her hand around his wrist as she led him to a nearby restaurant bathroom. He remembers how the lemongrass soap had burned on his tongue for hours afterwards. He’s never liked lemon, since. He has plenty of other memories just like it, accompanied by all the others that he tries his best to forget. Even now, Regulus will make the odd comment about how Sirius rebelled, in ways both small and large, quiet and loud. Sirius doesn’t remember those moments. What he does remember is trying to make himself so small, so quiet and insignificant, that he constantly felt like he was bursting at the seams. Sirius remembers trying so hard, all the time. Regulus remembers Sirius not trying at all. He’s always found it strange how people remember the same events. He wonders how it felt when he was even younger and didn’t know any better than to throw himself down on the ground and scream. Sirius wonders if he’s ever really, truly screamed. He feels like he’s stuck there, sometimes. Stuck in that limbo, that precipice, between a child who screams because they don’t know better, and a child who no longer needs to scream because they’ve learnt how to process their emotions in other ways. Yet, Sirius doesn’t scream, and he doesn’t throw a tantrum. Instead, he slouches back in his seat and stares out the window.

from: berlin??? i think..

The pieces start to slot into place. He remembers their uni years, and how Remus would disappear every night for a few hours, always to reappear looking pink cheeked and messy haired. Even when their lives started to become more separate, their flats scattered across different London boroughs, Remus would always find his way back to Sirius’s flat at the end of the night. He remembers Emmeline the first few times it happened, face drawn and tired, answering the door at 4 am. “It’s Remus,” she’d say, tired and annoyed. “Isn’t there somewhere else he can stay? He has his own flat—“ Then, after the twentieth, fiftieth time, nothing. Remus would always be gone in the morning. They never talked about it. It never struck Sirius as odd until now.

#oao #el tag

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muckmage · 28 days

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ANOTHER RAPID FIRE QUESTION ROUND!!!!! on the condition that it cannot help you escape the deserted island, what is one thing you would take to a deserted island? what's a book that changed your life in high school? what's your ideal job? what's your favorite ice cream flavor? what's your favorite place you ever visited and where would you like to visit someday? what's your favorite video game? again i can't think of any more questions but if you have something you would like to say. well. you can say it. bye bye 💖💖💖

oouhh my god that's a tough question to start with. like the boring answer would be some sort of multi tool but i suppose anything that helps me survive would eventually also help me leave. it'd have to be like. a ball. or some other sort of small nicknack that i could easily keep on me to play around with, oH or my childhood plushy. or actually like a lil instrument like a harmonica to learn that'd be cool. yeaah so like a rubiks cube or a harmonica or my plushie ^^

The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy was like the only thing i read during middle/high school that wasn't required reading for a class it's fantastic. ok well it wasn't the only thing i read but it's the only thing i've reread like 5 times by now lmao. it definitely helped stoke my imagination and interest in physics with the dumbass sci-fi fkjdksjs

wuuuh i haven't thought too much about it but i think ideally i end up in some sort of pure mathematics research position; i imagine i'm also gonna end up teaching at a uni somewhere at the same time, which isn't bad honestly even though i'm an awful teacher ^^ i just love talking about and trying to explain that stuff. i don't know exactly where my passion comes from but it's just. sure i've always been good at it but more than that it's exciting! it's so exciting to learn about! maths isn't invented, it's discovered, and we're discovering it! and it's so complex and so stupid. it's embedded in everything and exists wholly outside of it. i also like philosophy lmao

ok ok, so. good. proper. vanilla icecream. like chocolate with fudgy bits and stuff is incredible, fruity/berry flavoured icecream is awesome too. but there's a reason vanilla became synonymous with default and it isn't because it's boring it's because it's the best. but yeah only if it's good, shitty vanilla icecream sucks ass. it's also incredibly close to be entirely honest i DO like a good berry icecream. but the simplicity and delicacy of vanilla just does it for me most of the time

i don't think i have a favourite place- i haven't traveled enough yet😭 the furthest i've been from home was just sydney and the gold coast and it was like. different but the same, all just australia still but somewhere else. but i've always wanted to tour through europe and japan and some bits in south africa and the americas and other places too though. i need to see everything

AHH terraria probably??!!!?! it's so hard to say but really terraria is probably the game i've played the most in my life. otherwise plazma burst is an old flash game that's close to my heart because of nostalgia. and cause it's fucking awesome still tbh. OHH and the henry stickmin games!!!! also nostalgia but they also fucking rock still. and then there's the basic answers like portal and skyrim because of course. i cried when i finally beat portal 2, it was literally one the first games i ever played on the xbox 360 we got when i was like 9-10 years old, and like, i'd get stuck at bits and not play for a while at a time so it ultimately took some two years to get through but when it happened it was just. ough.

#ooauuuagij i can't think of anything else it's like 3am i've been doing chores and statistics all today and haven't spent much time online #one more week until a small uni break tho!!#ouH and THANKS YOU for the very great ask!!! i enjoyed thinking about all such things ^^#hope you enjoy reading and i'm curious about some of your answers too if you wanna share also :>#02

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that's him, that's just who he is | tbz kevin moon

» PAIRING: tbz kevin moon x gn! reader (proofread but lmk if i missed anything!) » TROPE/AU: childhood friends 2 strangers, highschool and slight uni au!, non-idol au!, idol au! (just kevin towards the end) » GENRE: once again...angst, fluff and comfort from the flashbacks, kevin being an extremely supportive friend, you're also an extremely supportive friend!, platonic 'i love you's being said, you both met at church, choir and ensemble singing!, you both are shy introverts that are only chaotic with each other » WORD COUNT: 4179 (2k word limit who?) » ESTIMATED READING TIME: ~15 mins » WARNINGS (lmk if i missed anything!): mentions of Christianity (not sure if it's a 'warning' but i felt like it should be mentioned!), swearing (b-word), mentions stress relating to: academic (high school), music and performing » PLAYLIST: you never know - HSMTMTS, you better know - red velvet, reflection - christina aguilera, steal the show - lauv, try everything - shakira navi/masterlist!! 🤍 series introduction 🤍 series masterlist

my second story for my project! this may be my favourite story ever ❤️‍🩹

ahhhh this got so personal so quickly 🥹 performing has always been for leisure for me, and for the same reasons in this story, i got so burnt out last year. writing this really made me realise how much i miss the stage. going from about 7 performances a year to only about 1 is to put it simply, heartbreaking.

but i learnt that there are opportunities. i learnt that i'm satisfied with just getting my voice out to the world whether it be through choir, the internet or on the streets. i think things will work out; time does help sometimes 🫶

for those who may not know, kevin's representative number is 16 🌙 and the meaning of this number is explained in this video! i did some research and found that it's from 1 Peter 5:6.

to my readers who are followers of God: I pray that you will always be filled with hope and joy as you advance in your daily endeavours. Believe that God has the best plans for you and that He will never leave you behind, especially when you are at your lowest. Confide in Him and love Him as much as He loves you.

“Can I sing this part with Kevin?”

The question is new to everyone who heard it. Did you just ask to do a supposed solo with someone else? No, you were not a greedy performer though you understood why most people would think that. The choir conductor looks to the other side of the ensemble where the group of altos stood. Including the older woman, all the children including the said boy stood there surprised at the request you asked for.

You’ve been singing in the church youth choir since you were ten and you were incredibly gifted. For example, you landed most of the solos and smaller ensemble parts whenever there was a chance. At first, you didn’t want to be in this church because you were shy (incredibly shy) and you never made a lot of friends in school and most definitely, outside of school. Needless to say, your parents were pretty worried but at the very least, they found that when you were asked to go to church events, you were able to talk with people, smile, and laugh but then you would go back into your shell.

Your parents met at this church through singing and performing together as part of the choir and the band. The children were around your age but you found that your interests mainly conflicted with them and it was hard to keep up with their conversations.

So, when a certain Moon family moved into your area and started attending their local church, Kevin, who happens to be a boy who is incredibly gifted in music, joined the choir with that unique, radiant, excited smile on his face. With a simple and friendly “Hello everyone. My name is Kevin, I’m fifteen and am very excited to be here!” Contrasting to his introduction, you found that Kevin was just as introverted as you were and with your courage to finally approach someone, you made your first friend. School life became better as well when you found out that Kevin attended the same school as you.

Going back to the first dialogue though, the duet did happen and the church community knew that you both were the perfect musical partners for each other. Your softer soprano voice complimented Kevin’s deeper alto voice easily. You both found yourself auditioning, performing, and showcasing your team work together in a bunch of school, church, and even the larger community-based musical events.

Now, after eight years of joining the choir, three after meeting Kevin, you were both in a state of uncertainty, distress, and frustration with the piles of sheet music that scattered everywhere to the point where it was almost covering the surface of your room’s floor. Your hair strands were everywhere and you were sick with the school uniform that you’ve had on since seven in the morning. You both have been secluding yourselves in your room, going back and forth with the arrangement of your final high school piece that you are going to perform with Kevin within less than a week.

The current situation in one word: messy.

It’s all a mess. About a week ago out of nowhere, your voice decided to have its own mind and leave for about a week. Kevin had a sudden test that his teacher thought would be fun to assign at the last minute. You also had this assignment that you were going to do but you found a mistake in the written arrangement, a note that was about a tone and a half out of your range, and since Kevin was better at rhythm, arrangement, and using the composing software, you could only sit next to his left in the corner of your room as he groaned at how the app was not doing what you both wanted to do.

So yes…it’s a mess, and it’s been around three hours.

“This is impossible.” A few more of your tears manage to trickle down your already red, puffy cheeks, “Okay you know what, I’ll just sing it. It’s fine. It’s not even two tones above what I usually sing in AND I’ve done it befo—”

“Lost your voice and felt lightheaded after.” Kevin cuts off your panicked rambles. No doubt, he’s feeling all the things that you are feeling right now but the only reason why he’s still able to muster up a smile and just ‘inhale, exhale’ through it all is because at the very least, one of you should be able to stay grounded, “We’re not going to put out a performance that we’re not proud of, okay? Especially when this is our last high school performance together.”

“We also said that we wouldn’t do any performances that were out of our capabilities.” At these words, you were both reminded of the promise you made to each other in front of your melted ice creams. It was an ‘oath’ that was made when you both realised you would be standing on the same stage, at the same time more often:

We will finish every performance to the best of our capabilities. We will focus more on quality rather than quantity.

At the new educational path that you were about to embark on, automatically closing this one that you’ve been on for just about six years, you were both starting to get greedy, wanting more than anything now to be on stage. With you both turning eighteen, you both couldn’t sing with the youth choir anymore. Taking music as a subject in high school meant there was a certain prerequisite in terms of how many stages you would have to perform; you and Kevin always exceeded this regardless with solos, duets, or larger ensembles. With graduation, however, the granted opportunity to perform would be taken away from you both and you were getting restless.

You were both greedy, forgetting almost all the other priorities that you had set out, and raked the internet for any chances to perform on stage. For the last two months, both of you have been juggling between your heavy study load, auditioning, composing, arranging, practising, and bowing at the end of it all. To the untrained ear, they could have probably missed the way you were momentarily out of tune or the way that Kevin missed his entry due to his fatigue. The greed consumed you both and most of the stages that you performed were nowhere near satisfactory for any standards that you both set for yourself. After the first performance that you were bashing yourself over, you rationalised that you would need to do another one to make up for the ‘loss’ from the previous one. That you NEED to go to another stage to make up for the ‘loss’ from the previous one.

That cycle is deadly and it keeps going for a while.

“Kev…I’m tired.” It feels like after a whole three years of back-to-back, almost seemingly non-stop performances in addition to the sudden addition from the past two months, you have finally hit a wall that you never wanted to admit. Kevin didn’t need verbal words to know the reason behind the lack of enthusiasm and the way the lyrics sing are no longer as projected and emotionful as before; because it was the same way to him.

“I know…” Kevin sighs. He finally relieves the downward strain on his neck, pulling it back up to rest against the wall. Offering you both comfort, he wraps his arm around the back of your shoulder, his palm pulling your left forearm to get you closer to him, “I’m sorry, I can’t get this right.”

“No, don’t say that.” You finally give in, plopping your head on his left shoulder in defeat, “I’m sorry. You’re doing your best.”

You let most of the silence fill you both, the hints of the trackpad clicking and the way the note that Kevin clicked would play out of his laptop’s speaker to audibly confirm the note that he just readjusted on the musical lines. Kevin’s left hand is maneuvering on the trackpad while his hand pats on your head that rested on his left shoulder, humming comfortingly while you calm your racing thoughts.

“But hey.” Kevin finally speaks up, “I just wanted to say that I like how busy this is making me.” Nodding to his own words, “It makes me forget the other subjects for a while.”

You exhale, knowing how much Kevin has been having a hard time with the other core subjects but still wakes up every day and chooses to smile courageously, “But this isn’t the right way. To forget other things, I mean.”

“I know, I know.” The boy lets out a little ‘aha’ when he finally finds the rhythm that you both wanted, playing the bar again and again, tapping his index finger on his thigh as he follows the 4/4 count, “But hey, thanks for accepting this performance even with all the final year-end exams. Or else I would REALLY be overthinking that recent chemistry test.”

“Love you, bro.” Reminding him thoughtfully to calm the noise in his head, “I’m always here for you.”

“Love you too, sis.” Playfully, he makes a fist and gently taps your forehead with his knuckles, emitting a laugh from you, “Just take a rest, okay? I’ll just,” Kevin adjusts his slouching posture, straightening his back fully against the wall so that his shoulders are higher and more comfortable for you to lay on, “be on another war with this app. You would expect I know all the tricks after using it for a year but guess not.”

So yes, it was a bit of a mess but on the bright side, you are both extremely proud of that final stage together as high school students. It earned a huge round of applause from the audience and many thankful regards were given by all the teachers in the department of music. It was a bittersweet feeling to see the head of music cry at the realisation that he would never see his two best students attend his class anymore but he made you both promise to visit once in a while.

But the performance being an open event, neither of you realised the opportunities or the types of people that would attend the concert. And so here you both are in an educational setting but with casual clothing unlike the blazer, tie, and the one hundred percent cotton blouses that you were forced to wear.

“Gosh Kev, you’re so funny!” Kevin smiles nervously, biting on his bottom lip as he refuses to look at you at all. You continued to laugh a little bit more, the tears in your eyes and the stitch on your abdomen growing with each breath you took. It’s when Kevin doesn’t laugh along or show any indications of joining in that you raise your eyebrows, some sort of nervousness in your eyes, “Wait, you’re being serious?!”

“It’s crazy, I know!” You just stare at him in shock, your mouth hanging wide open at your best friend next to you, “I think I’ll take the chance and university can wait. People can apply to university anytime but this?” He is finally telling you his worries and thoughts that have been running endlessly after two months of keeping it in, “It’s kind of time crucial.”

"Yes,” You understood his worries, knowing that the life of being a celebrity or an idol is quite limited. It has never been said explicitly but at least for Korean companies, there is a reason why there is always a certain age limitation when auditioning, “I get that but Kevin, are you sure? I get that you've always been into music and you've always been good at it! Trust me, I know! But you've always wanted to be here as well! You never really wanted to be a musical artist."

"That's why life is crazy right?"

You just finished your last class of the day and surprisingly Kevin shows up, waiting for you, looking conflicted and stressed about a subject that you obviously did not know about. His tired smile told you everything, you being able to read him easily like an open book. Kevin realises this, his shoulder slumping in defeat with how you look at him in concern and he feels your hesitation to keep the conversation going.

“Your ‘passive-aggressive tiger parents’ are good with it?”

“Well,” Reminded of the day that Stella convinced their parents to let him go with his path and to support his desires, “I guess so? They let me do everything and introduced me to music so it ain't my fault!" He finally turns to you for the first time after the laughing fit, "You’ll support me right?"

"Of course I will!" You confirm incredulously, both your eyebrows raising and the volume of the sentence rising with each word, “Damn we only met a bit over three years ago but it really does feel like we’ve been friends since birth.”

Kevin shrugs, happy with your genuine response to his uncertainties, “I’m just cool in that way.”

A roll of your eyes is your only response to him, “So, when’s the last time that I’ll see your ‘slay’ful face?”

He grimaces at the way you worded the adjective, “Ew, what is that word?” But then the truth had to be dropped someday; that being right now, “Y-Yeah about that.”

“Kevin Moon.” You frown at the way he just whistles to avoid the subject, an obvious action to buy time, “Kevin.”

"Not too soon! Like…like five days…"

Comedically, the crows on the campus made their signature noise and you took in the information slowly.

"WHAT THE BLEEP DUDE?!"

"OKAY IN MY DEFENCE I REALLY DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO! YOU KNOW HOW INDECISIVE I AM!"

"OKAY BUT YOU NEVER BOTHERED TO TELL ME?!"

"I'M SORRY!"

Smiling at the obvious decrease in the stack of papers that needed to be marked, you decide to stretch your limbs and take a breath of fresh air before your energetic third graders arrive at school. You really left it to the last minute and you can’t wait to finish the last day of the week so that you can chill until another week starts. The weather was strangely gloomy, possibly due to the rainfall and the colder wind. You kind of regretted coming out, especially since the steam from your coffee no longer had that hypnotising white swirl in the air.

But you didn’t leave.

Instead, you even lean over the balcony’s metal railing. Even with the long sleeve covering your elbows, you enjoyed the contrast between your still-healthy body temperature and the icy surface. You weren’t sure why either but you just wanted to bask in the cold air and you can only pray that you weren’t going to get sick. The weather causes your shoulders to tense, bringing them towards the centre of your body to try and conserve some heat. It didn’t work that well but you were still feeling some sort of comfort with the morning weather.

You didn’t realise the time that passed by faster when you were practically doing nothing. The driveway, parking lots, and walkways eventually fill themselves with the diverse colours of school bags, shoes, and hair accessories. Mentally preparing yourself for the day ahead, you prepared your ‘teacher smile’, trying your best to hide your fatigue from the seemingly long week.

"Teacher, teacher!"

You finally lean away from the railing, giving a slight nod to the parent of your most energetic student, and the gesture is returned straight away. Crouching down to match his eye level, you put your palm out to him and he slaps his palm on yours, "Wow. Looks like someone had too much sugar."

"Teacher! Do you know K-Pop?" Your body froze just like the raindrops that didn’t make it to the floor, hanging solid on the rooftop’s overhang, "It's a huge thing right now!"

Oh, if only he knew…

"I can hear your rumbling thoughts like an open book." After his flustered state and a string of apologies that led you to put him in a joking headlock, Kevin grew quiet once again, letting his thoughts fill in the atmosphere between you both, "What's up? And don't lie because you know you suck at it."

The boy attempts to change the subject again, "If it's a book then wouldn't it be read instead of heard?"

"...ok smartass." You stare at him unimpressed with his attempt, "But no seriously, what's up? You know that it's okay not to be okay."

"It's just that…" He ponders, a sad smile on his face as he thinks about his current life situation, "My life is fine as it is right now. It's all great: I'm going to a good university, studying the course I want and I'm looking forward to being a teacher." An eyebrow slowly raised on your side, prompting him to continue, "Why is this happening now? Why is this happening when everything is going fine?" Kevin's facade finally breaks, his eyes pooling with tears with the many unanswered questions, "Why didn't this opportunity come earlier? Maybe when I wasn't in university? I can't even get a refund now…"

"Hey…" Kevin rarely cries in public. For one, you've only seen him cry twice and both times were because he dived in too deep with his plans, making him depressed and lost. You realised once again, with the tears that fell on his jeans that Kevin is not the happy-go-lucky guy who he displays himself to be most of the time. He's human above everything else and even though he always tries to see the best in every situation, it's moments like these that you see your best friend in a different light than the rest of the world, "Money is not all to life, you know? What's the point of stacking up money when you can't even do what you want?"

"But then why would people be so money-crazed then? People work for money…"

"To use it on what they love and need. Some people don't even feel like work is for money." Even though Kevin just stares down at the floor, swinging his legs in the air, you know that he's taking in everything you're saying, "But that's beside the point right now, okay? If making the stage your usual routine will lead you to happiness, then I want you to take it."

"But…why?" The clause can never be fully answered and Kevin knew that despite his multiple endeavours to rake for answers, "Why me? When everything is going well?"

"Because God has different plans for you." Inhaling the colder air, you told yourself to remember this moment between you and him, "I'm not saying you're pretending to be someone you're not. But the moment that you stop pretending, the moment you accept that something out there is better for you, I think will be the moment when you finally accept yourself."

"Are you positive that it'll come?" His voice decreased, along with the final bits of his self-confidence, "The journey of self-acceptance, I mean."

You both have been talking in hushed whispers, as gentle as the whistling wind. But you decide to finally add confidence into the conversation.

"Hey Kevin." The said boy looks up to you, "Humble yourselves, therefore, under God's mighty hand…"

"...that he may lift you in due time." He finishes the biblical passage that he has been fascinated with for the longest time.

Satisfied, you nod, proud of him, "I can't answer your 'whys', Kevin. To be honest, I don’t think anyone can." You finally voice your opinion, knowing now that your time with him is limited, "But just know that even though you would have strived here in university, one of God's greatest gifts for you is your musicality."

Your words relieve Kevin of his headache, heartache, and the shirt that he has been clamping since the start of the day. You chuckle when Kevin asks for a hug, opening your arms wide to offer him the best comfort that he will forever cherish and be thankful for. Soothingly, you sway your body side to side, humming the melody to the latest (and last) song that you performed together. Kevin joins in with his harmony which has always left people in awe and starstruck.

"Maybe you're just meant to be up there and twerk in front of the camera and not just to our friends." You comment when the song comes to an end.

"Wow, alright." His sniffles didn't cease even when he dragged the final 'w' and 't'.

"You'll be okay, Kevin." The light but secure taps on his back prove your reassuring words, "I know you will."

"Surely…right?" It's the final question that he would ever ask you about this subject, "As we know, not everything we see on the screen is real. I just feel like I'll lose myself because the idol world wants us to be a certain way."

"No, I don't think you will." You pull Kevin away, pouting at his flushed cheeks and tired face, "I know it's stressful to keep up with society but I hope you know that there will be people that will love and support you. And if you make a mistake? If you lose yourself in shape, way, or form? Then you fight. You fight for your rights and fight for them righteously. You’ll fight because like you always say: learn from relationships. You learn the do's and not do's and still keep the relationship genuine."

“You have that much faith in me?”

“I do.” You tilt your chin high in the air, confidence finally reaching him in the form of a bright smile, "And for those who don’t,” You shake your head, flipping your hair back sassily, “those bitches can walk out the door."

You remember the memory somewhat fondly. To be honest, you found it a bit funny because you lost your best friend over music. You would learn after his departure that you would never find a friend like him ever again. Ironically, it was music that brought you two together—yet it was the same thing that drifted you both apart.

It took a while for you to bounce back. You grew bitter about doing music especially when Kevin no longer answered any of your messages anymore out of nowhere. When you bumped into Stella while grocery shopping, you found out that it was because of his phone ban as a trainee. You remember going home that day, feeling guilty that you blamed him, not considering his external situation; especially when you knew that Kevin would never cut someone off without an explanation. Yes, it’s been lonely; you did lose your best friend after all. At first, you regretted letting him go, you resented him for not texting you back and you avoided the stage because it reminded you of him.

But God had a different plan for you too. Because when you accidentally clicked on one of the recommended videos on your page, the satisfied smile, the happy tears and the relieved exhale showed your real feelings that you were merely in a phase of confusion. All the hate, all the resentment, all faded as soon as you heard the slightly changed vocal timbre that you unfortunately are no longer used to. You found peace with the person who dances happily underneath the flashing, colourful lights with ten other boys.

“Teacher?” The boy’s innocent head tilt pulls you back to the present time and he seems pleased with the way you nod to his question, “I like K-Pop too! I found this group! They’re called THE BOYZ!”

You were amazed at the stars that the topic put to your student’s eyes and you nodded intently to his excited story. It’s not long after when the mother pushes her child in, sitting him down so that you can get on with your priorities. You straighten your knees, standing back up, pushing your hips out side to side to stretch from the unexpectedly long conversation.

“Damn, Kev…” Your shoulders and chest rise at the deep breath and your hands find their place on your hips, “And after all these years…you’re still able to make me smile?”

The starting bell rang just in time for your last student to arrive just before you closed the glass door to block out the outside background noise. With the final student ready and set up, you stand in front of the electronic board that displays the first class of the day. Your mind begins to wonder again, particularly about the boy that you once shared a dream with. Routinely, you rhythmically clap to grab everyone’s attention, and surely enough, the conversations between the students die down, and you give back the fond look that your students gave you.

“Shall we start music class?”

The enthusiastic response answers your wondering thoughts and the question you asked yourself outside the classroom.

“Guess that’s just you, Kevin. That’s just who you are, Kev.”

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Why CometCare is the best ending (AKA why the public knowing about SparkleCare isn’t possible)

Let’s say, by some insane leak from a government official mad about their paycheck, the events of SparkleCare got leaked to the public, with enough evidence to back all of it up. Hooray right? Everyone knows what the patients and staff went through. Now this is the best ending! Here’s several reasons why this happening would be AWFUL for the Comet family (and nearfamily)

-Staff would be arrested | Imagine that you hear that the hospital you thought was safe and caring for their patients was actually torturing and killing them instead, while siphoning money out of their insurance. What would be your first reaction? The likely answer is get everyone involved imprisoned! And the government, now having to clean up their mess, would likely follow through with this in an attempt to show that they’re not incompetent. Now who do we know that was involved? This does include immoral characters like Sunny and Cuddles, but this also includes ALL the staff, like Boxa, Lovella, and most importantly for the Comets, DOOM, Mood, and Rem. I don’t think I need to explain why DOOM being arrested would be devastating for the Comets.

-EVERYONE finds out | The only person we see in CometCare that knows anything about SparkleCare outside of those involved with it, is Faerie. Faerie has a strained relationship with their parents, ESPECIALLY Boxa, due to him knowing what she did to people. Now imagine how characters like Marco or Cream would react to finding out one of their parents tortured and killed people. It’s stated in DOOM’s Toyhouse page that Marco’s respect means the world to him, and he does everything he can to make sure he doesn’t lose that respect. And Cream is noted for latching onto a bad thing about someone and never being able to move on from it. Needless to say, if DOOM somehow got out of being arrested, this would devastate him just as much. And this also affects the other parents, Uni, Polly, and Barry. A lot of their kids definitely wouldn’t understand why they were lying to them about all of this, and this would harm their relationship with their kids greatly. While this does mainly affect DOOM, I’m pretty sure finding out that their parents kept something like that hidden from them would sour their relationship quite a bit.

-Internet being the internet | Now this is mostly unsupported information, but considering that NO ONE believed the patients that broke into the music festival, covered in their own blood and wounds, it wouldn’t shock me if there were still some Bwitter users that think all of it is a government coverup for something else. Personally I would prefer everyone having mostly forgotten about SparkleCare’s existence, over having a bunch of True Crime podcasts talking about my trauma for money, and seeing a bunch of morons try to prove how all of it was a coverup to raise gas prices by 2%. This would be horrible for all the patients and staff, as well as their kids having to see that. Uni is also somewhat of an influencer online, so I’m sure that info coming out would be very traumatizing to both her and her fans on KneeTube.

While it sucks that all the atrocities that Cuddles committed are locked down in a government database somewhere, forever hidden from the public eye, this is just how it has to be. CometCare is the “best case scenario” for a reason. It’s simply impossible for that info to be public, AND have the victims live normal lives.

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pairing: Harry Styles x physicist!reader

summary: The aftermath of the leak is hard on everybody from dr YN YSN's circle, but especially for her. The gossip, magazines, paparazzi, and haters do not help the case.

warnings: hate speech, swearing

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www.thesun.co.uk/the-higgs-professor-drama

Oxford Is Firing The Famous 'Higgs Professor' and Harry Styles' girlfriend Dr YN YSN

Written by John Addams

The infamous and TikTok sensation dr YN YSN, lecturer at Oxford University, is being fired after intimate photos of her and her boyfriend - Harry Styles, saw the light of the day.

Starting at the beginning, the relationship between two became a fact over a year ago, when dr YSN went viral for her explanation of the Higgs mechanism based on Harry Styles' music. As we got to know from their joined street interview by meetcutesnyc on Instagram, the relationship florished after meeting at their mutual friend's (Christopher Nolan) party. Dr YN YSN was the science consultant for the director's latest movie, Oppenheimer, and Harry started in one of the gratest war films, Dunkirk - making it happen.

Everything was going smoothly till the morning of three days ago. YN's iCloud was hacked, revealing personal and intimate information about not only the owner but her boyfriend as well.

'Dean is furious,' says our source. 'He cannot believe that the best lecturer could be this reckless.' After the posed question on whether the decision of firing could be announced any time soon, they said 'its just the matter of time. But it's going to be sooner rather than later. Oxford is going to lose a fair and talented professor, but it is not its fault. Someone was the author of those, let's say, information that was exposed. And it is going to be the payment for that foolishness.'

When will the statement from Oxford dean's office be released? And what stir will it cause? Be always on time with fresh news with us, The Sun.

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harrysmoustache Harry and YN couldn't leave a restaurant safely because a bunch of paps and 'fans' showed up at the location. Not only was it physically dangerous, but the things that were spoken towards (mostly) YN were disgusting. Calling her names and ready to fire her from the job on the stop because of the PRIVATE PHOTOS she took with her boyfriend, who someone then ILLIGALY POSTED ONLINE after HACKING HER iCloud. Did y'all forget about TREAT PEOPLE WITH KINDNESS????

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harrysmoustache and don't let me start on that bullshit article that The Sun did... RIDICULOUS

harryupdates After all those years, and all those situation that he went through, I'm still surprised that people can be this cruel to gim and people that he loves

hArrysbtch they hatin' my girl because of being sexy on photos... bastards

hArrysbtch why would they care what she does after Uni hours??? it's none of their business

scienceandharstyles it's heartbreaking to see a person that gives others the world and shares her knowledge and wears her heart on the sleeve being treated like garbage

harrymylove those were no harry fans

stylesbabie monstrosity

user65 why do y'all care for her this much?? jezz...

⤷ hArrysbtch maybe because she's a good human being treated like the worst person alive just because she snatched a few photos of her and her boyfriend

⤷ user65 wouldn't that be the consequences of her own actions?

⤷ hArrysbtch nope. her phone was hacked.how many times are you taking a photo on your phone and think 'what if I'm gonna be hacked and this will be posted?'

⤷ harrysmoustache hArrysbtch ohh, babes! you closed that haters mouth!!!

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drynysn During one of my latest lectures, one of the students asked about accuracy in Sci-Fi films, so I decided to start a little series of: Is this SCIENCE or just FICTION? Firstly, we'd look into the scene from Spider-Man 2 (2004). The scene where Peter Parker (Spider-Man) is stopping the train from its eventual crash. He shot multiple web lines, then they stretched and didn't break. One would say it is not possible. But! From the way the scene is shown to the audience, we are able to estimate how strong the web needed to be. After looking up the train's mass, you can estimate its initial velocity (how far it can go per hour, so km/h) by seeing exactly how long it takes to pass the city blocks. (1)

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drynysn (2) You can look up, measure, the distance over the webbing stretches, and then estimate its diameter. You can also count the number of web lines. NOW, we end up with a tensile (fancy way of saying elastic) strength for the webbing that has to be about 1 000 megapascals (mega meaning milion) which is equivalent to about 102 036 704 kilograms per square metre (which is 145 000 lbs/square inch for you, my American friends on here).

drynysn (3) What is absolutely mind-blowing is the fact that the real spider silk has a tensile strength of 1 200 megapascals. So, if Spider-Man's webbing would be anyway that strong, that scene was very, very realistic. Rating it 9/10. What scene would you like to see next?

scienceandharstyles that is so informative and making this movie even more iconic!!! Did you do all the equations yourself, dr YSN?

⤷ drynysn Yes, I did. Took me some time to analyse the scene but it was worth it!

harryupdates oh, i need to rewatch this movie immediately!!!!

harrysmylife could the next scene be the one from The Avengers where Mjolnir after contacting Cap's shield makes that blue light? is that even possible?

⤷ drynysn that's a great scene!

hArrysbtch i love the little explanations in brackets! i didn't need to look up the tensile thingy!!!

harrysmoustache you're telling me the scene i was 100% sure was fake as my eyelashes is true???

user45 maybe you should try explaining showing of that body of yours

user98 is this the way to make money after being fired?

user197 unemployment doesn't suit you but the consequences of your actions finally caught up with you

user348 i think you should start posting one of those photos the sun included in their article - you'll get more attention

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harryupdates

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harryupdates HARRY and DR YN spotted in a small restaurant in Oxford (I'm disabling the comments cause I don't want to deal with the haters)

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hArrysbtch MY PARENTS ARE BACK AFTER WEEKS OF DRAUGHT !!!!

hArrysbtch and they look good

harrysmoustache I missed them so much...

stylesbabie yn looks so tired and sad

⤷ hArrysbtch it's just on eohoto of one moment

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londonboyharry went to Oxford to bump into Harry. it's better! i met Dr yn ysn, drank coffee with her, talked, and laughed my ass off!!! she is the funniest, kindest, and most down to earth person i've ever met. also, after i asked her about all the things that were happening around her, she just said 'what things?' WITH A SMIRK ON HER FACE, SIPPING COFFEE AND BEING UNBOTHERED

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harryupdates im so happy that she gives no damn to those people online

hArrysbtch I LOVE HER

harrysmoustache the moment the legend the IT girl

stylesbabie happy for you!!!

harrysmylife who would want to meet harry when you can meet Dr ysn??

scienceandharstyles best woman alive

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scienceandharstyles WE GRADUATED OXFORD !!! to anybody who said there is no way of incorporating pop culture with a biology degree? eat shit! i wrote the whole masters based on musicians' impact on fans' hormonal production. hehe. ALSO, it would not have been possible without the best teacher, academic inspiration, and person I've ever met - dr YN YSN. thank you!

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drynysn MADELINE, I am so so proud of you. It would not be possible without your persistence and will to find solutions and answers. This is all yours!

harrystyles Congratulations, Madeline! H, xx.

harryupdates congrats maddie!!!!

stylesbabie very very proud

harrysmoustache did you perhaps use Harry as an example in your work?

⤷ scienceandharstyles YES, I did! Only positive affects of his voice, music and visual...

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oxford_uni

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oxford_uni Acknowledging the upheaval around one of our lectures - dr YN YSN, the Chancellor of Oxford Univeristy and the Dean of The Department of Physics decided to release the joined statement:

Refuting the words and statements made by publishers not connected to our University, we would like to inform anybody in concern that one of our gratest lecturers dr YN YSN is not decruited. The matter of private life is not concern of the Univeristy authority, even more when the said privacy was bridged. At this place, we would like to congratulate and wish luck during dr YSN's new path - becoming a professor.

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harrystyles ❤️

harryupdates I KNEW IT

hArrysbtch EAT SHIT THE SUN, EAT SHIT JOHN ADDAMS

harrysmoustache HAHAHHAHAHA I KNEW IT !!!! BABY THERE WAS NO WAY THEY WOULD FIRE HER

stylesbabie thank god! there is still hope for this world

scienceandharstyles Chancellor and Dean with the best decision ever made

harrysmylife now haters what??? ha??

harrysfan87 I believed in you guys I did

londonboyharry becoming a professor???? Good luck yn!!

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yourinstagram There was no better thing that happened to me than meeting you. Your support means the world. I love you forever.

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harrystyles Loving you is the greatest honour of all time, my heart ❤️

annetwist My favourite girl in the world (that is not my daughter)!

⤷ gemmastyles thank for clarifying, mum

gemmastyles My sister from another mister!!!

yourbestfriend We need to finally meet up!

⤷ yourinstagram Yessss!

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harrystyles

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harrystyles You're just finishing one of your latest publications on the way to becoming a professor. I couldn't have been more proud and honoured to accompany you during this time.

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yourinstagram I love you. I love you. I love you.

annetwist Our smart professor. ❤️

harryupdates ohhhhhhh 🫠

hArrysbtch I'll never get over him posting her on here

harrysmoustache we are back to normal, baby!!!!!

scienceandharstyles Professor YN YSN sounds amazing!

harrysmylife BEST. COUPLE. EVER.

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m-jelly · 1 year

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Learning to blossom - Chapter 3

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Pairing: Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Romance, fluff, modern AU, Uni AU, confessions, tattooed Levi, drama, flustered Levi, dates, meeting Kuchel, Levi's birthday, skin-to-skin grinding, first blowjob (for reader and Levi), meeting Kenny, protective Levi, protective reader, relationship development.

Concept: You go over to Levi's for the holidays and meet Kuchel. You and Kuchel get on, but she walks in on you and Levi making out and touching each other a little. Mortified, you think it's all over but Kuchel reassures you that she still loves you very much. You go on a date with Levi and bring Kuchel along. You enjoy the aquarium, but you meet a girl who is in love with Levi from high school. You fight the bad thoughts and give yourself confidence and Levi talks with you. It's Levi's birthday and you surprise him with a loving gift before the two of you do a few things in the bedroom before Kuchel comes to say hello and announces Kenny is here. You stand up to Kenny for your boyfriend and Kuchel earning you respect from Kenny and more love from Kuchel. Levi praises and thanks you.

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Levi glanced over at you as your fiddled with your coat. He gripped the wheel of his car and felt bad that he was driving you to his mother’s place to stay for a few days. He knew you were nervous as hell. He suggested you come over, it was his birthday on Christmas and he would love to have you over. He felt like he might have pressured you into saying yet and maybe used guilt.

You frowned when Levi pulled over. “Everything okay? Did something happen to the car?”

Levi sat back and sighed. “I feel like I might be forcing you into this.” He turned to you a little. “I can take you back to uni.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “You don’t need to meet my mum.”

You reached over and placed your hand on his thigh. “I want to and I want to be with you on your birthday. Yes, I’m nervous as fuck, but that’s normal. I love you so much and I want this to go well.”

Levi took your hand. “She will love you. I love you more than anything and you make me happy. She will see you for who you are, which is a sweet, kind, caring, smart, funny and wonderful woman.”

You cupped the side of Levi’s face and leaned over and kissed him. “I love you and I want to meet your mother. I’ll be okay, I just need to relax a bit.”

He smiled a little. “Are you sure you want to meet her? You don’t feel pressured?”

“I don’t feel pressured. I want to.”

He blushed as he smiled in delight. “Okay. I’m here for you whenever you need me. If you want to leave early, you can.”

You leaned over and kissed him again. You nibbled his lip and pushed your tongue into his mouth and moaned as he kissed you back with just as much passion and desire. You gripped his coat as you felt a tingle inside your body and your thoughts become dirty. You pulled back as a blush burned your cheeks at the thoughts that were racing through your head. You tapped your forehead against Levi’s and felt the sexual tension in the air.

Levi moved and kissed you a little. “I’ll start driving again.” He turned the keys and drove off. He sighed and tapped his thumbs against the wheel. He started to get a little nervous the closer he got to home. He knew his mother was going to make a massive deal over you. “Oh, just to warn you, my mother is a massive hugger.”

You hummed a laugh. “That’s okay.”

“I’m glad.” He pulled up and got out of the car before opening your door. “I’ll bring our bags in.”

You got out and put your bag on. “Are you sure?”

He nodded. “Yeah, don’t worry, okay? I’ve got this.” He opened the boot and grabbed two suitcases and two bags for you and him. “It’s not much.”

You smiled and got into the backseat and grabbed a big bouquet. “Okay, I’m ready.”

Levi moved the bags to the front door before fishing his keys out. He unlocked the door to the cute looking home with a well-loved garden out front. He pushed the door open causing a divine scent of home-cooked food and baking to be released. Levi hummed and smiled. “Smells delicious in here.”

You inhaled. “Mm, smells like soup dumplings and pecan pie.”

Levi smirked at you. “My mum is going all out for you. She must be just as nervous.” He closed the door behind you. “Hey ma!? Ma!”

Your eyes widened when you saw the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen hurry into the hall. Her raven hair was put into braids and up around her head like a stunning halo. Her eyes were bright and shined with love for the son before her. She was shorter than her son and looked so small compared to him due to his muscles. You were sure that she could easily become a model if she wanted to. She was so perfect and had a gentle and kind voice. You saw her wrap her arms around her son in a loving hug before both turned to you.

Levi smiled at you. “Ma, this is my girlfriend” he gave Kuchel your name. He called your name “this is my mother, Kuchel.”

You blushed and bowed to her. “It’s very lovely to meet you. Thank you for welcoming me into your home for the holidays.” You stood up and offered the bouquet to her.

Kuchel welled up as she gazed at you. “Oh…”

You lowered the flowers a little as your stomach dropped. “Levi?”

Levi took the bouquet from you. “Be prepared.”

“For what?” You squealed as Kuchel tackled you into a tight hug. You gasped as she squeezed you so hard your back clicked. “Ah!”

Kuchel snuggled against you. “You’re so cute! So kind! So pretty! So sweet! So adorable! Oh, I want to keep you!” She pulled back and cupped your face. “Welcome! My home is your home now.” She kissed your cheek. “Call me mum or ma while you’re here, okay?”

You blushed and nodded. “I-I will.”

She gasped when she saw you well up. “Oh, darling it’s okay.”

You rubbed your tears. “S-sorry, I j-just love your son s-so much. I j-just wanted y-you to li-like me.”

Kuchel hugged you tightly. “I like you so much! Levi has told me everything about you. He would not stop talking about you! He’s so madly in love.”

Levi blushed. “Ma…”

She winked at him. “It’s a good thing.”

You giggled and rubbed your tears away. “I’m glad he loves me as much as I love him.”

Levi handed Kuchel the bouquet. “Here,” he said your name and pulled you close “picked them out for you.”

Kuchel hugged them. “They are so beautiful! Thank you.”

You smiled softly. “I’m glad you like them.” You fiddled with your coat. “Do you need assistance in the kitchen?”

She kissed your cheek. “I’m okay, sweetheart. You go unpack with Levi. Levi? Show her around a bit, okay?”

Levi nodded. “I will.” Levi smiled at you. “Come on, bunny.”

You took your winter things off and boots before grabbing the bags. “Ready, bear.”

Levi took his things off and picked up the suitcases. He walked up the stairs and led you down the hall to a door. He blushed a little and pushed it open to show his room was perfectly clean and it was clear his mother had been in and changed the sheets on his double bed. He blushed bright red when he saw the box of condoms and some lube on the bed. Next to the items was a card that said be safe.

Levi dropped the suitcases and raced over to the gifts. He grabbed them and shoved them into his drawer before turning to you and saw you were looking around his room and didn’t notice. However, now Levi had sex in his head. He was a virgin and he knew you were because you had told him. You’d both been a couple for two and a half months now. He was nervous about making things intimate with you, mainly because he had no experience and didn’t want to hurt you or fuck up.

You giggled as you stood in front of his computer and gazed at the board hanging up covered in photos. You were laughing at a picture of him in high school with his two friends, Furlan and Isabel. You looked over at Levi and smiled. “You looked cute in high school.”

Levi walked over to you and looked at the photos. “I look pissed off.”

You frowned. “You look happy to me.”

Levi blushed at your words. He couldn’t believe how much you could read him and how you understood him. He was happy the day the picture was taken, but most told him he looked pissed off. He was so thankful you were in his life and you really got him. He put his arm around you and pulled you close to him. He kissed your temple and hummed against your skin.

You giggled. “What?”

He smiled at you. “You just get me. Most say I look annoyed, but you see me as happy and I was happy.”

You looked at the pictures and noticed a tall guy with long hair, facial hair and a grin. “Who is that? You look annoyed with him.”

Levi sighed. “My uncle Kenny. He’s mum’s brother. He pisses me off a lot. He runs in and out of our lives and it upsets my mum when he does. She thinks he’s coming back, but then he’d not and he runs off and is just out of our lives for a long time.” He let out a long sigh. “I don’t like that he does it to my mum, but at the same time my mum loves him a lot.”

“It’s hard.” You hugged Levi’s side. “You’re wonderful to look after her and stay close to her in life.”

Levi blushed. “I try my best for her.”

You kissed his neck. “You’re a good man.”

“You’re too kind.”

You let him go and turned to the cases. “We should unpack.” You walked up to your suitcase. “So, where is your spare room?”

Levi blushed a little. “W-Well, I was h-hopping you’d umm…sleep with me.” He gazed at you. “A-Ah, i-it’s cause I l-love c-cuddling with you.”

You smiled at him. “I’ll s-stay.”

“Th-thank you.” He flinched. “A-ah! Your clothes.” He cleared his throat and hurried to his drawers. “You could put some in my drawers as I emptied them for uni.”

You walked over to a drawer. “Sure.”

Levi looked over and gasped. “Wait!”

You opened the drawer and saw the condoms and lube Levi had shoved in there, along with the card written by his mother. “W-Wow.”

Levi slammed the drawer closed. “S-Sorry.”

You looked up at Levi. “W-Well, she’s right.” You gulped hard as you felt a tingle in your body. “We should stay safe.”

Levi locked eyes with you. “Y-yeah. You’re right.”

You took Levi’s hand and kissed him. “When we’re both ready, at least we know we are prepared, right?”

He nodded and squeezed your hand as his nerves washed away. He felt comforted by you and relaxed. “We are prepared and we’ll take our time.”

You kissed him and sighed through your nose. You moaned a little when Levi grabbed your hips and squeezed them a little. You wrapped your arms around his neck and hummed in happiness. You slowly walked backwards and sat on the bed. You lay back as you pulled Levi down to lie on you. You pulled at his shirt a little and moved it up. You revealed his abs a little and danced your fingers over his sensitive skin.

Levi tangled his fingers in your hair as his other hand moved up to your breasts. He gripped your right breast and squeezed a little before massaging. He smiled when you moaned at his touch, which meant he was doing well to make you feel good. He was a little scared of hurting you and was happy that he wasn’t causing you harm. He wanted you to feel special and loved. He was so excited that he was touching you like this, kissing you, moving against you and you were touching him up as well.

You leaned your head back causing Levi to kiss down your face to your neck. You panted and moaned as he sucked and nipped your delicate skin. You pushed his shirt up further and moved your hands over his pecs. You blushed as Levi shifted and let you take his shirt off. You gazed at his muscles and lightly touched him. You nibbled your lip before shifting and taking your shirt off. You blushed hard and pressed your arms against your breasts held behind your bra.

You whined a little. “Sorry, I’m not very pretty.”

Levi cupped the side of your face. “You’re stunning. I love you for you.”

You relaxed under him and moved your arms away from your chest so Levi could take in your breasts in a soft comfy bra. “I love you too.”

He reached towards your breasts before pausing. “May I?”

You took his hand and placed it on your breast. “You may.”

Levi massaged your chest slowly. He leaned down and kissed you and sighed through his nose. He lowered his weight against you again. He moved against you before kissing down your body. He nipped the skin between your breasts before sucking love bites all over them. Levi growled when you ran your fingers through his hair and tugged a little. He flicked his gaze up at you and smiled when you smiled at him showing you were comfortable and happy.

Kuchel shoved Levi’s door open. “Levi? Are you done showing…” She stopped a moment and stared at her shirtless son lying on top of his shirtless girlfriend. She stared at the lovebites on your chest and Levi’s hand on your breast. “Well, I didn’t expect you to start on those condoms yet, but as long as you’re being safe.”

You covered your face with your hands and turned away from Kuchel a bit. “Oh, my god.”

Levi climbed off you and hurried over to his mother. “Ma…”

Kuchel held her hand up and hummed a laugh. “It’s perfectly natural what you’re both doing.”

“Ma!”

She gazed at her son before looking over at you. “Go get some drinks ready, okay? I’ll talk to your girlfriend.” She approached you and picked up your shirt as you hugged yourself. She smiled at you when she saw you were close to tears. “Sweetheart, don’t cry, okay?”

You rubbed your tears away. “Sorry.”

She helped you put your shirt on. “What for?”

“Well, we just met today and I want you to like me, but here I am getting dressed by you covered in lovebites.”

Kuchel hummed a laugh. “Seeing you like this hasn’t changed how I see or think about you, okay?” She smiled. “I used to get up to all sorts of things as a young girl. I had Levi, so I know exactly what people do behind closed doors. Honestly, it’s my fault for running in.” She wiped your tears away. “Did you consent?”

You frowned. “Consent? Oh, you mean to what you caught us doing? Yes, yes I did.”

“Good.”

“Your son is a good man. He’s kind and caring in every way.” You blushed a little. “Plus, we’re the same.”

She frowned a little. “Same?” She gasped when it clicked. “Oh! So, you’ll be each other’s firsts in everything. That’s so adorable.” She hugged you tightly. “Please, take care of him. His muscles, scars and tattoos might look tough, but he is a soft and delicate boy.”

You giggled. “He’s a big softie. I call him my bear.”

“Oh, that’s so him! Does he call you something?”

“Bunny.”

She pinched your cheeks. “You are like one.”

Levi opened his room door. “Hey, so I have drinks ready.”

Kuchel kissed your cheek and walked over to her son. “I want to say I’m sorry I embarrassed you. I’ve had a word with your girlfriend and it’s all okay.”

You walked over to Levi. “It’s all good.” You smiled at Levi. “I’m excited to have that drink and delicious dinner.”

Kuchel put her arm around you. “I can’t wait for you to try my food!” She released you and hurried past. “I’ll dish it all out! We’ll be a big happy family.”

Levi released a sigh and looked over at you. “I’m sorry about what happened.”

You hugged Levi and pressed your face against his chest. “Don’t be sorry, okay? It was an accident she saw us. We’ll just have to be careful next time.”

Levi blushed bright red. “Next time? Y-Yes, next time.”

You wrapped up warm and smiled at Kuchel. “Come join us, please?”

Kuchel blushed a little. “I wouldn’t want to ruin your date my sweet.”

You and Kuchel had grown close over the past few days, to the point that you were always together, laughing, cooking, talking or sharing things. Levi was very happy about it and let you and his mother connect. He only reacted when the baby photos were brought out. He tried to hide them, but you ended up seeing them and adoring them so much. However, at the mention of babies you and Levi blushed hard.

So, on hearing you inviting his mother on the date, he understood. He would love to bring her along so she wasn’t left alone at home, but he knew why his mother was saying no. He had to give her a tiny push to get her to come with you both.

He smiled softly at her and grabbed her coat she wore a lot. “Come on, ma. Come with us.”

Kuchel blushed as you both fussed over her. “Oh, you two are too kind. Fine, fine, I’ll come with you.”

“Thank you.”

You grinned. “Thank you, mama Kuchel.”

She picked up her car keys. “But I’m driving. You two should snuggle in the back.”

Levi blushed. “Tch, sure.”

She grabbed her purse and hurried out the door. “Come on, my darlings. Let’s go on a little Ackerman outing.”

Levi opened the door for you before he got in the other side and shuffled up to you. He placed his hand on your thigh as he blushed a little. He squeezed the inside of your thigh as he looked out the window. He finally looked over at you when his mum started driving. He smiled a little before leaning over and kissing you. He blushed when you rested the side of your head against his shoulder as you hugged the arm of the hand that was holding your thigh.

Kuchel pulled up to the aquarium and smiled. “It’s been so long since I’ve been here.” She let out a long sigh. “I think the last time was with Levi when he was little.”

Levi blushed. “Yeah, it was fun.”

You smiled a little. “I’m glad I’m part of the revisit.”

Levi helped you out of the car. “We’re happy to have you along.” He held your hand tightly. “Now, don’t let go of my hand, okay? I don’t want to lose you. Someone could easily take you from me.”

You blushed a bit before laughing. “I doubt it.”

Kuchel smiled softly. “You really don’t understand how beautiful you are, do you?”

Your cheeks burned hot. “I-I’m not.”

Levi watched you pull your woolly hat down a bit further as you tried to hide. “Bunny, say one nice thing about yourself.”

You gripped his hand tightly. “Levi.”

“Come on, remember the technique we’ve been doing.” He pressed the end of your nose making you smile. “You can do it.”

“I uh…” You gulped hard as your mind went blank. This little technique Levi had you doing whenever you feel down or said something bad about yourself. So, you were trying hard to think of something. “I have nice cheeks?” You patted the cheeks on your face. “They’re cute.”

Levi purred at you. “They’re cute and biteable.”

You giggled as Levi kissed them. “Yes.”

“Well done.”

Kuchel welled up. “You two…” She flapped her arms. “So cute.”

Levi hugged you. “Proud of you. You’re doing so well with this.”

You squeezed him. “Thank you for helping me be more positive about myself.”

Kuchel hugged you from behind so you were squished between her and Levi. “I’m glad we’re creating positivity. You’re both perfect babies.” She released you and grinned. “Let’s go see the fish!”

You hummed a laugh as she charged ahead. “You’re mum is the best.”

Levi smiled. “She is.” He held your hand. “Now, remember to hold on, okay?”

You nodded before walking with Levi to the aquarium. You caught up with Kuchel and blushed as Kuchel got her purse out. “Oh, I’ll pay.”

She winked at you. “I’ve got this. Let me treat you both seeing as I tagged along.”

“Thank you.”

Levi blushed a little. “Thanks, ma.”

She grabbed the leaflet and led you both down the hall and into the first area. You walked together as a group and Levi made sure he held your hand. You moved from spot to spot and marvelled at all the fish they had. You were impressed with the range of life and how big some of the tanks were. Lights trickled through the water and danced in the observation rooms.

You looked up at Levi and smiled a little before kissing him. You giggled as he blushed hard. “You look really nice with the lights dancing off your skin. May I take a picture of you?”

He blushed hard. “Tch, only if you’re in it with me.”

You pulled your phone out and selected the camera. “S-Sure.” You cuddled up to Levi and took a selfie with him. You looked at the picture and smiled. “It’s nice. You look very handsome, but I don’t think…” You looked up at Levi. “I uh…how about another?”

Levi pulled you close and kissed your cheek for the next picture. He smiled for another and loved all the pictures you took because you looked adorable to him. “Can I have them?”

You nodded and sent them over to him. “There you go.”

Levi set the pictures as his home screen and his lock screen. “Perfect.”

Kuchel ran over and looked at the photos. “Send them to me! I want to show off my son’s perfect girlfriend!”

Levi sent them over to his mother. “There, they’re all yours.”

Kuchel squealed in delight. “I love them! Thank you.”

Levi watched his mother hurry off. “She’s funny.”

You giggled. “She’s just really happy for us.”

“She is.” He blushed a bit. “Do you want to sit down?”

You held Levi’s hand. “In the next room.” You kissed his hand. “I’m going to talk to your mum about something private. Can you manage without me?”

He whined. “Maybe.”

You hummed a laugh. “You’ll be okay.” You blew him a kiss before walking over to Kuchel to discuss a birthday present. “Ku…I mean mother? Could we talk about a present for Levi?”

She smiled brightly. “I’d love to!”

Levi walked a bit behind you and his mother. He wanted so badly to be with you, but he also knew you and his mother needed a moment. He was glad you were both getting on well, but he was beginning to miss you a lot. He couldn’t help but whine a little. He had changed so much as a person since meeting you. He used to be so independent before you and now he can’t do much without you. He needed you.

“Levi?”

He flinched at a voice, almost recoiled from it. He recognised the voice belonging to a woman who had adored him in high school. He only knew she liked him when he was graduating. She had confessed to him, but he rejected her simply because he was going off to university and she was going elsewhere. There was also the factor that he didn’t feel anything for her. He just couldn’t be with her. You were the first person he ever had romantic feelings for.

He turned to the young lady who was blushing hard. “Yeah?”

She shifted a little. “Do you remember me?”

“Wendy, right?”

She nodded. “Yes! I can’t believe you remember me.”

He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. “Yeah, so you here with someone?”

She looked over to her giggling friends. “That’s right. I’m here with my friends.” She looked back at Levi. “I saw you and wanted to come over.”

He hummed. “Right.”

She gulped. “So, you home for the holidays?”

“Tch, yeah.”

She moved closer to him. “Well, how about we go out on a date or something for your birthday?” She grabbed his hand in both of hers. “We can have so much fun together! We can catch up and you can tell me all about your time at university.”

Levi shook his head. “Sorry, I’m not interested.”

She pulled on his hand a little. “Oh, come on.”

“Bear?” You hurried over with the map of the aquarium with a twinkle in your eyes. “Bear!”

Levi yanked his hand from Wendy and saw you noticed it. “Bunny.”

You gripped the map a little as you gulped hard. You smiled at Levi and showed him the map. “They have a deep sea section. I can’t believe they managed to get the tank pressurised and managed to get the fish here.”

Levi took the map from you and smiled a little as he looked it over. “We’ll go there and have a look. They even have jellyfish.”

“They’re really pretty. Sorry I interrupted you two talking.”

Wendy smiled. “I’m Wendy. I went to high school with Levi.” She grinned as she gazed at Levi. “I asked him out on our last day, but he said no because of university.”

Levi sighed. “I uh…I need to talk to you about that.” He released a long sigh. “I said it was because of university, but it was mainly because I didn’t share the same feelings you had for me. I’m sorry.”

Wendy looked over at you. “Who is she?”

Levi took your hand and smiled. “My girlfriend and the love of my life.”

You blushed a little at his words. “Love you too, Levi.”

Wendy gripped her skirt as she fought emotions inside her. “So, she’s your type?”

Levi frowned a moment as he thought about what Wendy said. “Well, I don’t have a type. If you were to ask me what’s my type I’d just say this one’s name. My type is her, all of her, not women like her but her.” Levi pulled you along. “Come on, my mum is waiting for us. Sorry, again Wendy. I hope you find someone.” He walked with you for a bit before sighing. “Sorry.”

You kissed Levi’s shoulder. “Don’t be sorry, okay? Telling her you don’t love her must have been really hard for you. I know you mentioned uni to spare her feelings a bit.”

He hummed in response. “You’re right. I told her it was because of uni so I didn’t hurt her feelings too much, but I guess I should have been clearer because she held on.”

“I think being honest was good. I mean, I love honesty when it comes to feelings.” You stopped a moment as you watched Kuchel looking at the fish. “I don’t think much of myself so I often shoot myself down when it comes to people I have feelings for. So, honesty is something I value.” You looked at Levi in his beautiful blue eyes. “Thank you for being honest with how you feel about me often. You reassure me that this isn’t a dream and we really are together and you love me.”

Levi gripped your hips and kissed you. He smiled against your lips. “Thank you to you too. You telling me that you love me too is reassuring as well. I love you so much.”

“I love you too. I love you so much.”

Levi held you tightly. “Don’t ever leave me.”

You gripped Levi’s back. “Never. I’m stuck with you for life.”

He squeezed you tightly. “Good.” He let you go and held your hand as he walked with you over to his mother. “Let’s investigate these fish.”

“Yes.”

Levi looked down at you. “So, are there people like Wendy in your past?”

You hummed in thought. “I guess? I’ve had a small number of guys ask me out, but only small.”

Levi squeezed your hand. “Tch, assholes.”

You giggled at his response. “It was only a small number, okay?”

“Mine.”

You hugged his side. “Yes.”

You lay in bed next to Levi as he slept soundly. You smiled a little at how delicate and thick his lashes were. You reached over and ran your finger down the bridge of his adorable button nose. You blushed as loving steel-blue eyes gazed at you sleepily. You giggled as strong arms wrapped around you and dragged you close to a warm muscular body.

Levi nuzzled the crook of your neck and inhaled deeply. “You’re so soft, warm and you smell incredible.”

You closed your eyes a moment and enjoyed the embrace your boyfriend had on you. “You’re all that too. You’re so cuddly and warm.” You shuffled up causing your body to drag against Levi’s. You smiled and settled so you could gaze at Levi. “You smell wonderful.” You kissed him and hummed in happiness. “I have something important to say.”

“Oh yeah?”

You nodded and cupped his face. “Happy birthday.”

Levi blushed hard as he gazed at you. “Th-thank you.”

“I got you a nice gift.” You sat up and reached over to the bedside drawer you’d been using. You rummaged and picked up a little box. “Here.”

Levi sat up as he gazed at you in his shirt. He smiled a little as he sat before you in only PJ bottoms. He stared at the little gift in your hands and blushed. “Thank you.”

You handed it over to your blushing boyfriend. “I hope you like it.”

Levi pulled the ribbon off before unwrapping the little box. He blushed harder knowing it was a ring box. He opened it to see a black steel ring inside. “Wow.”

You blushed. “Th-the middle bit s-spins.”

Levi picked it up and turned the middle bit and noticed a circle cut out. He kept moving until it lined up with a little surprise underneath. He blushed at seeing a tiny white heart. “Cute.”

You smiled a little. “I just thought I’d get you a little something.”

Levi slipped the ring on his ring finger. “Perfect.”

You blushed hard and grabbed his left hand. “Le-Levi.”

He grabbed the back of your neck as his thumb soothingly rub against your skin. “It’s where it belongs.” He leaned closer and spoke against your lips. “Thank you.” He pressed his soft lips against yours and hummed in happiness. “You’re so sweet.”

You wrapped your arms around Levi’s neck and slowly pulled him down onto you. “I just want you to be happy.”

Levi looked down at you as you lay on his bed. His cheeks burned as his pupils widened. He had thoughts racing through his head and he was trying everything for his dick not to give those thoughts away. He leaned down again and kissed you as you clung to him. He was so happy with the ring because it made him feel like you’d fully claimed him. He was filled with so much joy that you were his and you gave him such a beautiful ring.

You pulled from Levi’s lips and placed your fingertips on them. “I have another idea, but only if you want to.”

Levi looked down at you. “S-Sure.”

You reached down and played with the hem of his PJ bottoms. “U-Um, well…h-how about s-some gr-grinding. S-So, you rub your d-dick along m-me.”

Levi whined a little as his cock twitched. “Will it feel good for you?”

You nodded. “Y-Yes, be-because you’ll rub against m-my umm…clit.”

Levi gulped hard and reached down. “Can…can I touch it?”

You parted your legs and touched your clit. You placed your fingers on either side of your clit and took Levi’s hand. “I-It’s here.”

Levi reached down and caressed you a little making you hum and blush. “You’re really wet.”

You turned your head in embarrassment. “D-Don’t say that.”

He ran his fingers from your pussy and up to your clit. “I’m sorry, was that embarrassing to say?”

You removed your hand from yourself and whined a little as Levi lightly played with your clit. “I-It’s just…I d-don’t know.” You moaned at Levi’s playful and slow touches. “Le-Levi. Mm.”

Levi blushed a little. “Does this make you feel really good?”

You nodded shyly. “Y-Yes.”

He moved his fingers a little faster. “Good. I want to make you feel good.” He blushed as he kissed you. “I’ll make sure to rub it a lot with my cock.”

You covered your face with both of your hands. “Y-Yes. I w-want that.”

Levi moved his hand from you and pulled out his boner. He gulped hard and pulled your underwear down a little allowing him to line his cock along your pussy lips. He shivered as he felt your wetness and heat on him. He shivered and whined a little. He’d touched himself before, but this was very different and he knew that when you both had sex, he was going to have to control his body to stop himself from cumming hard so quickly.

You shifted your legs a little. “You’re really thick.”

Levi blushed. “Th-That bad?”

You shook your head. “N-No, I think you’re perfect.”

“I’m glad.” He cupped the side of your face and began moving his hips. He hummed and whined as his hard cock slid backwards and forwards between your slit. “Ngh, s-so good.” He panted. “You feel good.”

You whined at him as you felt him rub your clit. “Y-You too.”

Levi pressed his lips against yours as he felt hungry for you. He bit your lip before pushing his tongue into your mouth. He moaned and moved his hips against you. His loving hand ran down your body to your hip. He angled them just a little making your moan change in pitch. Levi knew now that he was giving you a lot more pleasure than before. He felt excited as his body tingled in pleasure. You felt so good below him. He wanted you to shower you in love.

You gripped Levi’s thick muscular shoulders. You moaned and mewled into the kiss as you felt your coil tighten up slowly. Your body tingled in delight as your lover moved against you. You’d touched yourself before, but this was different. There was something in the way that Levi was moving, kissing and touching you that made your pleasure increase. You tangled your fingers in Levi’s hair and whined against his lips as your heart raced in your chest.

Levi pulled from your lips and kissed along your jawline. “I love you.” He panted against your sensitive skin making you shiver. “I love you.” He kissed your neck and bit you a little hard. “I love you.” He moved a little faster against you making you moan in delight. He panted and grunted against your ear making your spine tingle. “I love you.” He gripped your body hard as if he was being possessive with you. He kissed your neck a little and whimpered against your skin. “I love you.”

You whined. “I lo-love you too.” You gasped as you felt on the cusp. “Le-Levi.”

Levi moaned your name against your neck. “Mine.”

You clenched up and whimpered as you felt your coil snap. You covered your mouth with your hands and moaned as your legs shook. You blushed hard as Levi pulled from your neck and watched you as you came hard. You looked away from him. “Mm.”

Levi cupped the side of your face. “S-So beautiful.” He panted as he moved against you. “So pretty.” He grunted. “Ngh, ah, ha, ha.” He gripped the pillow hard as he felt himself cum all over your panties, thighs and slit. “Sh-shit.”

You gazed up at Levi with eyes wide at how incredibly beautiful Levi looked as he let go. You marvelled at his messy raven hair, the sweat rolling on his skin, the soft panting and the look of love in his eyes. “Handsome.”

Levi blushed before hugging you and hiding his face in the crook of your neck. “I’m sorry.”

You played with his hair. “For what?”

“I made you a mess. I’m sorry.” He shifted allowing you to feel he was still hard. “A-And for being h-hard.”

You turned your head and kissed the side of Levi’s head. “I ca-can help.” You moved Levi to lie on his back. You got off the bed and took off your cum covered panties. You wiggled them down before looking up at Levi. You smiled at him. “Just putting them in the wash basket for now.” You tossed them in the basket before crawling up the bed. You lay on your stomach between Levi’s legs. You gazed at Levi’s twitching cock. “Wow, I’ve never been this close to a dick before. It’s so thick and it’s twitching.” You ran a finger up and down his length. “There’s a thick vein on it and the tip is so pink.”

Levi threw his arms over his face. “I-It’s horrible.”

You took his erection into your hard and moved it a little as you observed him. “It’s pretty. You have a wonderful cock.”

He moved his arms and leaned up on his forearms as he watched you. “R-Really?”

You nodded before tucking your hair behind your ear. “I’ve never done this before, so I’m sorry if I’m not good. I’ll try my best.”

“W-Well, I’ve n-never had it done to me be-before. S-so I don’t know wh-what I’d like. I-I’ll try.” He cleared his throat. “A-Anyway, I know you’ll be perfect.”

You smiled a little. “Thank you.”

He clenched his fists. “T-Try focusing on m-my tip.”

You nodded and accepted his information. You slid closer and ran your tongue slowly up his cock making Levi whimper. You moved his cock a little but accidentally caused it to pat against your lips. “Ah, so heavy.”

Levi whined. “D-Do that again.”

You tapped his tip against your lips. “Like this?”

Levi moaned. “S-So cute.”

You smiled at him before kissing his tip. You moved your tongue against him and imagined Levi was a lollipop. You pushed his tip into your mouth and hummed against him. You massaged him with your tongue as you sucked. You gulped when you tasted something coming from Levi. You pulled back a little and blushed as it spread over your tongue. You eyed his slit to see it was precum. You smiled and sucked his tip again.

You flicked your gaze up to Levi and smiled at him. You watched the blush spread over his cheeks as he admired you sucking his cock. You pulled back and licked your lips. “Does it feel good?”

He whined and nodded. “Y-Yes, s-so good.” He panted as you sucked his tip again. “You’re incredible. S-So warm, s-so hot. Ngh.” He gritted his teeth as you sank your mouth down on him. “F-Fuck.” He watched your head bob up and down on him. “Bunny.”

You pulled your head back and panted. “Through the nose and remember the tongue.”

“Bunny?”

You looked up at him. “Yes?”

He reached over and rubbed your cheek. “You’re doing incredible. Don’t worry too much, okay?” He shivered. “You’re so good.”

You smiled at Levi. “I’m glad. This is the first time for me. I’ll get better.”

“You’re the best. Don’t change.”

You blushed a little before taking Levi’s cock into your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down and took as much of his cock as you could. You sucked and hummed causing vibrations to go through Levi. You looked up as he panted and moaned at you. You watched his chest heave with every pleasure-filled pant that came out of his plump and kissable lips.

Levi flopped back on his bed as he fought the urge to cum, but your mouth felt so good. He threw his arms over his face as he moaned and whimpered at your tongue pressing and massaging him. He squeezed his fists tightly and whined as he couldn’t hold back anymore. You felt incredible as your wet tongue moved against him. He loved feeling the outside of your pussy and your clit and he really liked your mouth, so he could only imagine how incredible your pussy was.

Levi shoved his fingers through his messy raven hair. He groaned. “Sh-shit.” He called your name as he came into your mouth. “A-Ah!”

You pulled back after gulping what you thought was all of his cum, but you were wrong. You flinched as some got on your face. You gasped. “Oh.”

Levi went bright red. “I-I’m s-so sorry!”

You sat up on your thighs. “It’s okay.”

He jumped off his bed and scooped you up into his arms. He ran with you to his private bathroom and sat you on the toilet. “I made you messy. I’m really sorry.” He tucked himself away and got a wet cloth and began cleaning your face. “Why is there so much?” He opened your legs and blushed bright red as he stared at your pussy covered in his cum. “A-Ah.”

You took the cloth. “I c-can do it i-if it’s too m-much for you.”

He shook his head and took it back. “I-I can.” He slowly cleaned you up before putting the cloth in the water-filled sink. He gripped your lower legs and gulped. “May I?”

You blushed bright red as Levi tugged your legs to open them. “O-Okay, y-yes.”

He opened your legs wide and looked at you. “S-Sorry if you don’t like it. I um…I’m like you, I’ve never seen in person.” He parted your lips and admired you. “Beautiful. So, these lips here are sensitive?”

You shivered as he touched you. “Y-Yes.”

He moved his fingers up to your clit. “So, this is your clit.” He smiled. “It looks like a cute little pearl.”

You blushed. “Thank you.”

He flicked his gaze down. “Your…your…” he gulped hard “your pussy.”

You gasped as Levi leaned closer with his tongue out. You grabbed his head and stopped him. “W-Wait.”

He looked up at you. “What’s wrong?”

You closed your legs and looked away as you blushed. “I just uh…you don’t have to do that.”

He frowned. “But I want to. I want to taste you.”

You leaned down and kissed Levi. “Only if you want it.”

“I really want it. I love you and seeing you cum this morning…” his cheeks burned “it was incredible.”

“I want it then.”

Levi smiled as he kissed the inside of your thigh. “I’ll try my best.”

You parted your legs but heard Kuchel’s voice getting louder. You shoved Levi back from you. “Your mum!”

Levi jumped to his feet. “I-I’ll have a shower. Umm.”

You ran to the door. “I’ll greet her.”

“You have no panties on.”

“I’ll get them on!” You ran to your clothes and yanked a pair on before Kuchel knocked. You hurried to the door and smiled at her. “Morning.”

Kuchel smiled brightly. “Good morning!” She spied the lovebite on your neck. “Looks like Levi is awake and in a great mood.”

You covered up the bite on your neck. “He is. He loved the present I got him.”

“So cute!”

You smiled softly. “He’s in the shower. I can help you sort out dinner.”

She clapped her hands. “Please! Oh, don’t tell Levi, but his uncle is here. Kenny wanted to surprise him! Isn’t that great?”

Your stomach dropped. You knew very well that Levi didn’t like his uncle much anymore because he would run in and out of Kuchel’s life. “Uh…well…”

“Please?”

Levi walked out of his bathroom with a towel around his hips. He rubbed his hair dry with another. “Morning ma.”

Kuchel waved. “Happy birthday!”

“Thank you.” He frowned when he saw you were a little white. “Everything okay?”

Kuchel hugged your arm. “It’s fantastic.”

Levi walked over to you. “You sure?”

“OI, OI! KUCHEL!? WHERE’S THE BEER?”

Levi narrowed his eyes at his mother. “Is that who I think it is?”

Kuchel smiled. “Levi, sweetheart, he just wanted to see you for your birthday.”

“I don’t want to see that son of a bitch!”

Kuchel whined. “He’s your uncle. He’s family.”

“Just because he’s family doesn’t mean I want to see him or be around him. He does nothing but hurt you! He’s a washed-up piece of shit. He killed a guy!”

Kuchel put her hands up. “Darling, it was self-defence, you know that and the courts and cops proved it.”

Levi pulled you against his chest. “I don’t want him anywhere near the woman I love.”

“Kuchel!” He stormed up the stairs and sighed. “Oi, sis?” He walked down the hall to Levi’s room. “The lad not coming out? Come on, it’s been five years!” Kenny stood next to his sister and grinned at his nephew. “Holy shit, look at you! All those muscles, tattoos and scars! You’ve grown up into a big lad!” Kenny eyed you. “Well, well, well, look at that! You have a girlfriend.”

Levi shoved you behind him. “Tch, fuck off you lowlife.”

“Come on lad.”

“Come on? Come on!? You keep hurting my mother! You come into our lives and promise us you’ll stay and you’ll be good, but then you walk out of our lives for years! I have to pick up the pieces of my mother’s heart and I have to get jobs to give my mother back the money you steal from her. I won’t let it happen again.”

Kuchel whimpered as Kenny turned. “Kenny, don’t go…”

Kenny wafted his hand. “I know when I’m not wanted.”

You whipped on a bra and trousers before you ran after Kenny leaving a confused Levi and Kuchel behind. “Excuse me? Kenny? Can we talk?”

He released the front door handle and turned to you. “Sure thing sugar. What have you got to say?”

“Do you really mean well? Do you really want to be back in their lives? Do you really mean what you say about being here?”

He nodded. “Yes, I do.”

You walked right up to him. “Swear it. Swear to me.”

“Little missy, I don’t know who you are but I swear I’ll be good this time.” He chuckled. “I mean, what are you going to do?”

You punched him in the nose making his head whip back and blood pour out. “I’ll cut your goddamn balls off, okay!? I love Levi more than anything in this whole fucking world. I adore his mother and see her as my second mother! If you so much as hurt them just a little, I will hunt you down and rain down a fiery fury as you’ve never seen before. I will unleash the ten plagues of vengeance upon you. Got it?”

Kenny clicked his nose. “Message received.” He looked behind you and smiled. “You’ve got a keeper here.”

You turned to see Kuchel and Levi were both on the verge of crying. “Oh, uh…sorry.”

Levi hurried over to you and inspected your hands. “Tch, his stupid face hurt your hand.”

Kuchel ran over to you. “Poor baby. You protected us so nicely.”

Kenny frowned. “Anyone gonna look after me?”

Kuchel glared at him. “You kind of deserve it. You can fix your own nose.”

“Thanks.”

Levi moved you into the kitchen. “You hit him hard.”

You smiled a little. “Well, I have a family I love to protect.” You watched Levi clean your hand. “I remembered the stories you told me about him, how he would hurt you both, the pictures of the two of you together and you being sad, how he took too much money once. I want to protect you, both of you.”

Levi cupped your face and kissed you. He bit your lip before pushing his tongue into your mouth and moaning as he kissed you passionately. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” You sighed. “Sorry that I did this on your birthday and after what we did.”

Levi nuzzled his nose against yours. “Best birthday gift ever. You stood up for me and my mother, you declared your love for me to my uncle, you broke my uncle’s nose, you defended us and made threats. I would say this is a perfect birthday.”

You giggled as Levi showered your face in kisses. “I’m glad.”

He pulled you closer and whispered to you. “About the bathroom and what I was going to do…could I try tonight? I want to.”

Your cheeks burned hot as you thought about Levi eating you out. You nodded shyly. “I would like that.”

“Great. M-Me too. I-I really want to.” He kissed you and sighed. “I’m kind of addicted to making you um…cum. You looked so hot and cute.” He growled a little. “I want to see it more. What does that make me? What does it mean if I’m addicted to seeing you in pleasure?”

You blushed. “I-I don’t know, b-but it sounds fun.”

“I guess with time, we’ll discover all our kinks, right?”

You nodded. “And we’ll communicate and be open about it all.”

He kissed you and smiled against your lips. “Exactly, bunny.”

You hummed a laugh. “Bear.”

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Can i send you a request? I’m a classical music student and the end of uni semester is hard 😪 what if Harry was y/n’s instrument teacher (individual classes) and they have a good relationship but he’s really a perfectionist and she’s putting a lot of pressure on herself and one day he tells her a criticism about her piece and she takes it the wrong way and starts crying and have a panic attack in her class ☹️

(Lets make it sweet and fluffy though 😂)

Of course! I actually majored in vocal performance my Freshman year and the pressure got to me and I switched majors lol. It was just so competitive and stressful and a lot of work outside of classes and lessons and sectionals and juries! ANYWAY! I know how hard end of term can be so I'm wishing you all the best! 🫶

After midterms everything just sort of becomes a blur in university, students are frantic to catch up or improve or maintain their grades, professors are suddenly starting to grade all assignments in bulk, and for Y/N particularly, this meant very inconvenient practice times for her end of the year jury practice. The practice rooms were constantly busy and it was hard to find a reasonable time between her other classes to put in some practice. She was really pushing herself to show fast improvement because during her last semester jury she was told that her nerves were coming through. She was only nervous because she was scared she would forget how to play or read music or count. Just normal thoughts from an anxious and panicked brain.

After that feedback though she brainstormed and decided that the only way none of those things would happen would be if she memorized her next jury piece. It had to be a piece that was at least 5 minutes in length, which wasn't a hard feat. She and her faculty advisor, who was also her assigned instrument teacher, Prof. Styles, well he liked to be called Harry, but they had chosen Chopin's Berceuse Op. 57. She had started to learn that piece the year before but for one reason or another they just stopped practicing it for her repertoire, but he suggested it was time to bring it back. It was an opportunity for her to be able to show off her technical skills while also showcasing how freely she could play. Chopin was all about movement and expression, it gave a lot of wiggle room for the pianist's own artistic expression and based on the previous semester's criticism, her own expression was severely lacking.

It was the week before juries now and due to the hectic schedules and end of term assignments Y/N was running on 4 hours of sleep, burnt coffee, and stale pop-tarts as she was rationing her meal points at this point. She was blazing through the campus to make it to her lesson on time and she just made it in, Harry hated tardiness more than anything.

"Just in time. How's it going." he asked as Y/N walked in panting.

"It's going." she huffed as she set her backpack down and dug out her sheet music, though by this point she really didn't need it.

"How's practice been going?" he asked as she settled herself onto the bench.

"Alright, been going 2 to 2 and half hours." she said as stretched her hands back and wiggled her fingers around. She was still breathing heavily, "I warmed up at my dorm before I came over, s'why I was rushing." she said, "I just need to your honest opinion on how this is sounding."

"S'why I'm here, my dear." he assured and she smiled, "Also, please take a minute to catch your breath." he chuckled and she swallowed down thickly and nodded. She closed her eyes and rolled her shoulders back before exhaling slowly, "There you go, nice and relaxed." he encouraged.

Harry was attractive, there was no denying that. He was practically a musical prodigy and his talent was extraordinary. He was the youngest faculty member, he actually started on her first year, so naturally, she got assigned to him for her lessons, a lot of the new kids did. He was stern and serious, but he also let his kindness seep through - he was just so balanced and it made her feel really comfortable around him. He was an excellent instructor and just within a year of them working together for individual lessons her abilities had improved to the point where she was made second chair to accompany the ensembles as her second year. Obviously, there was a senior as first chair, but her being that much younger and being offered second chair was a big deal. She was Harry's best student and that also came with it's own pressure. With him being who he was, it made people scrutinize his pupils even more as they were his living legacy! Y/N stared at the black and white keys before her for a moment before she put her hands in position and the piece took off.

Harry didn't interrupt her once, he let her play it how she had been rehearsing. But he noticed that her gaze was set down at the keys and her eyes were a bit narrowed. Her shoulders tense and it was causing her posture to worsen as time progressed. Yes, she was hitting all of the right notes but what she was displaying visually and emoting was not matching the easy and fluid feeling of the piece she was playing. As soon as she started to wrap up she relaxed a bit more and finished nicely, holding the last note for a few beats before slowly stepping off of the reverb petal.

Y/N exhaled d and turned to him with a big smile. This was the first time she had made it through the whole piece without a little mistake that she noticed or a feeling that her performance was lacking in some capacity. She couldn't really decipher the look on his face, but she just knew it had to be good feedback. She waited eagerly as he stood there, waiting for a few moments, taking it in. Usually speechless meant good - like there were no words.

"Well, I mean you certainly learned the piece." he said and she chuckled.

"I just wanted to make sure that I didn't miss anything. That I just knew when and where things are supposed to happen so that I'm not freaking out like last time." she explained and he hummed.

"How do you think you did?" he asked and she shrugged with some humility.

"I'd say maybe 8.9 or 9 out of 10." she said and his eyebrows raised.

"Oh, OK." he said with some surprise in his voice and immediately her stomach sank. It couldn't be good that he looked shocked at her self-evaluation.

"Was it not that good?" she asked and he licked over his lips.

"It was and it wasn't, technically you're perfect-"

"So then what?" she asked as she started to feel her hands prick with nerves. She swallowed down that awful burning in her chest, that kind when your breath is short.

"You're literally playing it exactly as it's written there in the sheet music. Where's the feeling?"

"Well I'm playing the dynamics like it says there to give it some movement!" she said and he shook his head and sighed.

"Y/N, you're so focused on making it perfect that you've completely thrown out the entire purpose of music. Yes, you would definitely impress any audience with your skill but if you just keep focusing on perfection you'll never be able to move an audience with your music." he said and she doesn't know why that hurt so much coming from him but it did, "Yes, the dynamics there are a guide for the overall tone of the piece, but you're not being vulnerable and showing us what this feels like for you." he critiqued, "The arpeggios should give me the visual of...let's say a butterfly, fluttering it's wings, right now they feel like a wounded bird, you're dragging the tempo and pressing the keys too hard in trying to ensure that you don't miss a note. And you're glissando is also dragged. You know how to do this, Y/N-" he stopped talking when he heard her gasp, almost as if she was about to cry, "Y/N?" he asked and she glanced up to him with tears rolling down her face and her mouth slightly parted and he could see her chest was rising and falling quickly with how shallow her breathing was. "Oh my god." he said grabbing her hands, "Y/N, it's alright." he said as her shallow breathing started to worsen.

"I-Ican'tbreathe." she slurred and he looked into her panicked and tearful eyes trying to decide how he could help.

"Fuck." he whispered as he took in her demeanor, "Y/N, I-i'm gonna hold you, OK." he warned before he just pulled her into his chest and nestled her face into his neck. Her tears and puffs of air were heating and dampening his skin and surely the collar of his shirt but he just wanted her to be OK. Harry had a huge soft spot for Y/N. He's known her since she started here and he'd been able to help her cultivate her gift and she had a talent that he admired. Maybe in wanting to make her the best he pushed her too far? "I'm sorry if I've been pressuring you too much. I just believe in you and your gift so much. I don't want to push you to the point where I'm taking away your feelings for the music. I'm sorry if I have." he said softly as he rubbed at her back. She was starting to calm down, "There you go, darling. Breathe in and out, it's alright." he comforted her, "Breathe with me." he said and she slowly started to sync up her breathing with his own, "That's it." He encouraged her until she had calmed down.

“I’m sorry.” She stammered as she hiccuped on her tears.

“Hey, it’s alright, you don’t have to apologize.” He assured.

“I’ve just been trying so hard and I don’t want to disappoint you or myself or anyone and-“

“Y/N, I’m not disappointed in you. I just want you to remember that being great at something doesn’t mean you have to stop showing your love for it. Show that you’re passionate about your playing! That’s what we want to see, that’s all.” He said with a soft smile and she nodded into his chest before he released her and reared back to look into her eyes, they were already fixed on his own. “You alright?” He asked and she nodded, “Good.” He smiled as he scooted down the bench to give her sufficient space, “I’ll be right here beside you. Again from the top.”

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