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starktonyx · 5 years

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Inexperienced (Peter Parker x reader)

Word count: 3k

Requested by anon: Teaching inexperienced Peter how to kiss and it escalates quickly.

Note: At first I didn’t know how to write this but I really like the way it turned out, I hope this is what you wanted! Also I hoped this to be short but whenever I write things get out of control so sorry lol. Anyway enjoy!

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Peter had a plan.

Ever since he knew about the science trip, Peter made a plan to confess his feelings for you. And it was perfect really, if things went the way he planned them, except they didn't.

Of course the first step failed when he had ended up sitting next to Mr. Harrington on the flight after Ned had claimed he had a perfume allergy. And of course you ended up sitting next to your ex, Brad Davis.

The Brad Davis. The once scrawny eleven year old boy, now ripped sixteen year old guy had dated you for around a year and half during the blip, since you both were part of the un dusted ones. And Peter wasn't the kind to feel intimidated by enemies, in fact he always ran in the direction of danger, but damn he felt embarrassingly intimidated by the six feet tall guy, thinking himself wouldn't be good enough for you.

Pushing those thoughts away, Peter still wanted to follow his plan and bought you a glass necklace of your favorite flower, which he was planning to give you on top of the Eiffel Tower when he confessed his feelings for you and then hopefully have his first kiss with you.

But fuck, Nick Fury had kidnapped his classmates and taken them to Prague so now he couldn't do that anymore. And not to mention how Brad was trying to get back with you, even though you had broken up almost a year ago.

He had a plan, and it didn't work.

Which brings us to Peter anxiously pacing back and forth in his fancy room, running a hand through his already messy hair every few minutes as he struggled to calm himself down.

"What am I going to do" He mumbled to himself, starting between the little box that contained the necklace and the black suit Fury had gave him on top of the bed.

Peter was about to have an existential crisis, because it doesn't matter how selfish he sounded at the moment, he didn't want to fight some monster in his vacations, he just wanted to be with you. And that was practically impossible, considering he had to confront a the fire elemental that night which meant Brad would try to get close to you.

He was startled when he heard an almost inaudible knock on his door, stopping his pacing to half open the door as to not reveal his suit on the bed, and was surprised when he found you on the other side of the door.

You nervously stood outside Peter's room, you noticed how he had been acting weird and paranoid the whole trip, and you were honestly concerned about his wellbeing. Not to mention, you haven't spent much time together and you were starting to miss him.

"Oh ... hi Y/n" Peter nervously greeted you, trying to act casual by leaning on the side of the door. "What brings you here?" He curiously asked, as he was genuinely not expecting you out of all people to look for him.

"I ... can I come in?" You slowly asked, preparing yourself to hear the rejection from him, when his eyes widened in what seemed to be ... excitement?

"Yeah s-sure" He immediately agreed, clearing his throat when he realized he sounded way too eager. "Just uhm, wait a second" He said before closing the door.

You were taken aback by the sudden move, unbeknownst to Peter behind the door webbing the suit and quickly hiding it behind the room's closet. He also webbed the box with the necklace and hid it in one of the drawers.

He opened the door again and moved to the side to let you in, and you took a deep breath as you walked inside his room. You awkwardly stood in front of each other after he softly closed the door behind him.

"I just ... I wanted to know if you were okay" You started, not being able to look into his eyes so you decided to look at your fidgeting hands instead. "You seem pretty stressed lately, and I wanted to remind you that I'm here if you need to talk to someone"

Peter was surprised again, never in a million years he would've thought you, his Y/n, would actually care so much about him. But of course you did, you had been in love with the boy ever since he came back from the blip.

Your sweet worried voice managed to calm him down a bit, but he took a deep breath as he couldn't exactly confess to you why he was stressed.

"Well I ... I just got mad because we didn't get to visit the Eiffel Tower" He shrugged his shoulders not exactly lying, as that was one of the reasons he was acting like that.

"Oh" You replied, sighing when you realized he wasn't telling you the whole story.

I mean what were you thinking? That he was going to open up to you just like that? You looked to the floor disappointed, realizing it was a bad idea coming to his room.

"Actually no, that's not the exact reason" He abruptly said when he noticed your sad expression.

Screw his plan.

"The thing is I like you, I like you so much it literally hurts right now because I can't do anything about it" Peter began ranting, pacing back and forth again, unable to meet your eyes while he confessed his feelings. "And I had this plan, this ... this stupid plan to take you to the Eiffel Tower to confess my feelings for you. But things didn't work out like I wanted them and know you're getting closer to Brad and I'll have no chance with you, I never really did, because look at him and then look at me! And to think I hoped you to like me back and then kiss you–"

"Peter stop!" You yelled to interrupt him, he finally stopped in his tracks looking wide-eyed at you.

He suddenly realized all of the things he said to you and covered his mouth regretting everything, but before he could say anything you walked closer to him until you were a few inches apart.

"Peter of course you're not like Brad, you're so different from him" You softly began, he just took a deep breath and looked to the floor with his head hanging low. "But that's why I like you too" You admitted as he quickly raised his head and met your eyes.

"You ... you do?" He couldn't contain the big smile growing in his face when he asked, to which you smiled back nodding.

"So why don't you kiss me now, that you know I feel the same way" You whispered leaning closer to his lips, moving your hands to meet his and intertwine your fingers.

Peter's eyes were literally shining, and his heart started beating faster for having you so close to him. He started leaning in too, so you closed your eyes yearning the feeling of his lips on top of yours, when he suddenly yanked his body back and your hands fell back to your side.

You frowned as you opened your eyes, noticing how he turned his back to you, inhaling deeply.

"Peter?" You gently called to him, resting a hand on his shoulders, but not even a second passed when he abruptly turned around, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Ihaveneverkissedanyonebefore" He hurriedly said, but you didn't understand a word. Peter noticed your confusion, and he took a deep breath before speaking again. "I have never kissed anyone before, like ever so I ... I don't know what to do" He embarrassingly confessed, blushing immediately.

You brought a hand to your mouth to cover a laugh that escaped your lips, and Peter just blushed even more.

"God, I shouldn't have said anything" Peter sighed, covering his face with both hands in regret. You softly laughed once more before gently uncovering his red face.

"Peter do you seriously think I care about that?" You playfully asked.

"But you laughed!" He whined, and you couldn't help but laugh once again. "See! you think it's ridiculous"

"I laughed because you're so adorable" You admitted and he hung his head back, sighing. "Peter it's not ridiculous, and if you care about it that much I can teach you" You offered shrugging your shoulders.

Peter looked back at you with different emotions on his face. Confusion ... excitement ... eagerness?

"Wouldn't that be ... weird?" He innocently asked.

"I don't know, you tell me" You lowered your tone as you walked closer to him, until you were just inches apart from his lips for the second time of the night. "I will forget about it if you don't want to" You whispered looking straight into his eyes.

"No! I mean y-yes I want to, please teach me" He nervously agreed, continuously nodding his head.

Alright, Peter Parker was definitely the most adorable human being on earth.

"Okay, but first you need to relax" You said, walking behind him and placing your hands on his shoulders to gently massage them. "You're so tense Pete"

"Uhum" He could only mumble closing his eyes, your hands were doing magic on his tense body.

He was enjoying it to much that he almost complained when your hands left his shoulders, he opened his eyes to find you in front of him again.

"Now you can place your hands here" You instructed, guiding his hands with yours to rest on your waist. "And I will place mine here" You lifted one your arms to the back of his head and began playing gently with his messy hair, while you laid the other hand flat on his face to caress his cheek. "Is this okay?" You asked, making sure he was comfortable with it.

Peter only nodded, he was too intoxicated with your sweet scent and excited by your actions that he was afraid if he spoke a single word his voice would be way too high pitched.

"I think we can start with a few soft pecks and work our way from there" You began, looking straight into his wide eyes.

Let's not deceive ourselves here, even though you were the one leading the way here, that didn't take your nervousness away. I mean, you were teaching your crush how to kiss, the closeness to his body was making your knees weak.

"So we just close our eyes" You instructed, smiling when Peter eagerly shut his eyes. "And I'll lean closer and closer until we meet our lips" You whispered doing as you said.

You softly landed your lips on his, lightly pecking them before retrieving back, when Peter leaned forward to peck your lips again, surprising you with his sudden move.

"I'm s-sorry, I wanted to try it again" Peter excused himself blushing.

"You don't need to apologize Pete, you can do it as many times you wan–" Peter interrupted kissing you again, and you laughed at his eagerness.

"God, I-like-you-so-much" Peter admitted admitted between light pecks, and you blushed this time.

"I like you too Peter, and I think we can move on to the next step so you can kiss me properly" You smirked and he nodded, now confidently tightening the grip on your waist.

"So now we're going to interlock our lips" You said, leaning your head a little to one side, and gently pushing Peter's to the other. "You're just gonna lightly part your lips, and I'll grab your bottom lip like this" You explained before crashing your lips on Peter's once again, this time locking your lips together.

You decided that instead of telling him what to do you would show him, so you began slowly moving your lips, to which Peter involuntarily moaned into the kiss, making you gently pull a strand of his hair. Peter followed your lead and began moving his lips too, almost immediately synchronizing with you.

It wasn't the most experienced kiss, your noses crashing a few times making you laugh into the kiss, but for someone who hadn't kiss anyone before, Peter was actually good at it. So yes, it was not the most experienced kiss, but it was perfect for you.

Peter honestly didn't know if he was doing it right but his lips kept moving along with yours, as if they somehow belonged together. He was enjoying it more than he thought he would that he never wanted to leave your lips, but his lungs begged for oxygen and he was forced to separate from you.

"I ... wow" You mumbled recovering your breath. "That was amazing Peter" You admitted looking admiringly at him.

"To be honest I was winging it the whole time" His nervous laugh was followed by yours.

"No but seriously, whatever you did do it again" You confidently ordered, and he immediately complied.

Your mouths crashed back together, and he seemed to be more confident now, leaving the grip on your waist to grab your face and deepen the kiss. You smirked and decided to play with him, slipping your tongue in the kiss. Peter was taken a back by the action, way to delighted by the way your tongue played with his.

You were driving him crazy.

In that moment Peter forgot about all of his problems and responsibilities and decided to focus only on you, because even though his plan failed, this outcome was so much better. You got lost into the kiss as well, and you began walking forward until Peter's legs hit the bed. He automatically sat down grabbing you by the waist, never separating from the kiss, this way you ended up sitting on his lap.

Your desperate hands stopped playing with his hair, as you brought them to his torso and slipped them under his shirt, feeling his surprisingly hard abdomen. You decided to break the kiss, to which he winced already missing your lips, but suddenly realized you had other plans for them.

He couldn't help the moan that escaped his lips when you focused on trailing wet kisses down his neck, his arms' hairs flying up from the unfamiliar pleasure.

"Umm yes Y/n, don't stop" The boy helplessly begged, and you smirked lightly nibbling his skin.

"I can - teach you - how to kiss - my neck too" You breathlessly said in between kisses, imitating his action from before. "You just ... do this" You began kissing his neck more intensely, sucking on his skin this time, making sure to leave some lovely marks.

"Fuck Y/n" Peter couldn't help but groan every time your lips touched his skin, a new side of him was awaken, as he felt his pants tighten around his crotch.

You separated from him a little and hung your head backwards to give him access to your neck, to which he immediately began leaving kisses on it. He ran his hands through your back as he worked his way on you, and boy he was doing a great job.

"That feels so good Peter, oh–" You moaned when he sucked right on your sweet spot, his ears delighted by the beautiful sounds you made.

You both continued making out, switching from neck kisses to french kisses, moaning into each other's mouths as you gave in your love.

When you woke up this morning you never thought you would be straddling your crush's lap in his hotel room, and to be honest you didn't even know how you ended up in this position, but you were so grateful.

Your thoughts and making out session were interrupted by a knock on the door, and Mr.Harrington's voice came from behind it.

"Peter, we're leaving to the opera now let's go!" He cheerfully announced, unbeknownst to the situation on the other side of the door.

"Yeah I ... I'll be right outside in a minute" Peter replied, trying to make his out of breath voice sound clear.

"Okay, we'll meet in the lobby" The teacher said before finally leaving.

You both stared at each other with wide eyes and blushed cheeks, realizing how everything had escalated so quickly. You cleared your throat as you got up from his lap, and stood awkwardly in front of him. Peter cleared his throat too, running a hand through his hair attempting to tame it, an inhaled deeply before speaking.

"That was ... really good" He admitted and you both smiled. "But I ... I think we should have a date now, right?"

"Are you inviting me on a date Parker?" You innocently asked biting your lip.

"Yeah, let's go on a date" He confidently said and you nodded, walking towards him to softly peck his lips.

"Alright, see you at the lobby then" You winked at him and turned around to leave the room.

Once you closed the door and were out of his vision range, you let out a silent squeal of happiness, this had been the best thing that happened on the trip so far. You happily made your way towards your room to get a better outfit to have your date with Peter, one that included a scarf to cover your fresh hickies.

Peter stood for a moment in the middle of his room, astonished by what just happened, replaying the scene over and over again in his head. Peter had planned to have his first kiss with you, not a full on make out session, so now he couldn't shake the stupid smile from his face.

He suddenly remembered the whole fire elemental situation and mentally slapped himself, he was not going to be able to have his date with you now. He sighed deeply as he got the suit out the closet, where he had previously thrown it before you came in.

He stared at the black suit in his hands, he had previously tried it on and it was already a little tight around his ol' web-shooter, and now after that hot make out session with you, it'll definitely be way too tight around it.

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iwrestlenow · 3 years

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Many More To Die

TITLE: Many More To Die

FANDOM: Sanders Sides (Necromancer AU)

SUMMARY: For over a thousand years, necromancy has been forbidden in the Kingdoms, the Necromata--its practitioners--feared, reviled, and punished for a power they never asked to wield. Those Necromata who are not killed in the cradle are taken from their families, stripped of their Name--the core of identity and memory--and imprisoned for the rest of their lives.

Logan was twelve when he entered the palace dungeons. Prince Roman was fourteen when he witnessed the young necromancer being brutalized, imprisoned, and left to suffer.

Roman only wanted to offer the other boy comfort, and perhaps a scrap of dignity. He didn't realize his kindness would follow both of them into adulthood--or that Logan would one day become the only person in all the realms that Roman would be able to trust with his life, his heart, and his very soul.

SHIPS: Logince (Logan/Roman), future Moceit (Patton/Janus) and Dukexiety (Remus/Virgil)

WARNINGS: lots of death because necromancy, slash, and more to come as I figure it out ‘cause it’s late and I’m tired. Also, no betas, we die like men.

NOTES: This is based on the gorgeous piece of art by @gretacticdraws that can be found here. I ended up writing a ficlet for it, and then my brain got swallowed up. Breathe at me wrong, and I’ll write more...hell, who am I kidding? I’ll write more anyway because this? Is self indulgent drivel. XD

Also located at AO3 over here.

1023, A.A.

Necromata.

Sitting in the middle of his cell, twelve year old Logan...Logan choked on tears as his shoulder screamed, his bones ached, and the flickering lights of his cell let his imagination run wild with all manner of monsters and omens of doom lurking within every shadow.

He knew he was lucky—many necromancers were caught in the cradle and killed. Very few survived as long as he had. He could be grateful to his family for that much, that he'd lived long enough to escape a death sentence.

He did have a family. He knew that much—remembered that much. Everything else, they had taken before throwing him into his cell. The prison mage's hand was still a ghost of cold fire against his forehead, worms of icy coal burning through his brain to wipe out every trace of the things that would make him what he was, allow him to be more safely contained.

The name spoken with fear and loathing was all that he had left.

Necromata. The legions of the Animator...the necromancers.

“Psst!”

The hiss echoed off the stone in the corridor, made his heart leap into his chest as he looked around for the source of it.

“Psst! Over here!”

Logan tried to scramble back from the door of his cell, and screamed when he forgot about his dislocated shoulder, collapsing as it gave way under his weight.

“No, don't—please, it's okay. I don't want to hurt you.”

Blinking, Logan squinted into the low light beyond the torches that barely lit his new home. Something bright green flickered there, an outline visible that was vaguely person-shaped.

“Who...who are you?” he asked, curling his injured arm as close to his body as he could so he wouldn't forget again as he got to his feet.

“I...I'm not supposed to say.”

Logan shuffled a little closer to the bars of his cell. “Then how do I know you don't want to hurt me?”

“The prison mage took your Name—you won't understand if I tell you. Just...”

The person-shape on the other side of the bars moved forward, an arm protruding through to set a bowl on the dirt floor of Logan's cell. Inside there was water, and sitting across the rim was a heavy piece of leather.

“I saw what the guard did when you came in. Your shoulder...it happened to me once when I snuck out to hunt for the Lazari.”

“The Lazari don't exist.” Logan replied, reaching up with his good hand to try and wipe some of the tears and snot off his face. “They're a fairy tale, like the Animata.”

“How do you know?”

Logan opened his mouth...then closed it after long moments.

“I...I don't know.” he admitted. “I must have lost it when the prison mage took my Name.”

“Then you could be wrong.” the person-shape insisted, those emerald flecks in the near shadow sparkling with determination. “I'll find a Lazari one day. Just you wait.”

“What does that have to do with my dislocated shoulder?”

“Oh! Sorry—uhm, I did it once. When I snuck out, I fell from a tree and mine popped out. My brother showed me how to use the bars on our window to pop it back in! I threw up, though—and he made me bite a belt so I wouldn't scream.”

The hand appeared between the bars again, nudging the bowl and the leather strap forward a little further.

“I can tell you how to do it.”

Logan shuffled forward a couple more steps, then shifted to kneel in front of the bowl of water.

“I...might know.” He replied, staring at the bowl for a long moment before he peered back into the dark, into the green spark that was his benefactor's eyes. “Thank you.”

The person-shape said nothing for a long moment...

“Berry.”

“What?”

“Berry! The guards called you Logan, right? They took your Name—maybe Berry can be your new one.”

Before Logan could comment, the person-shape grew less distinct, and the flicker of green was gone with the clatter of footsteps scurrying away into the dark.

It was a silly idea—a Name taken could not be restored so easily. Still, the word rattled around in his head along with the one that made his bones ache again.

Necromata. Berry. Necromata. Berry. Berry.

Logan Berry.

Something stirred in the middle of Logan's mind, in his marrow—in the place that magic had scoured out and rubbed raw within the pathways of his brain. Something stirred, settled...

Something slid into place, and all of a sudden the shadows were far less frightening.

Popping his shoulder back into the socket hurt far more than dislocating it had—and yet while he'd sobbed his soul out after being injured, after being robbed of all that made him a person, he shed not a single tear as he put the leather between his teeth, wrenched his joint back into place, and used the fresh water to clean up after he'd emptied his stomach into the corner of his cell.

He even managed to sleep on his pallet of straw, and dreamed of green embers in the dark, drifting into the shadows in his cell and transforming every monster into a friend.

**********

1033, A.A.

“I had the dream again.”

“A kinky one?”

“Sweet leaping gods, Remus!”

The high, strident cackle of his twin brother echoed through Prince Roman's bedchamber, making him wonder yet again why he thought he could talk to the crazy idiot about anything remotely meaningful. Yes, Remus was trustworthy—he gave Roman all manner of hell for the secrets he shared, but had suffered his fair share of indignities to keep his mouth shut—but sometimes he wondered if it was worth the teasing and the laughter to have such a steadfast confidant.

Remus had secrets of his own, after all—the numerous Anima that shared his bed, for one. Like Roman, Remus was fascinated by the Necromata, the true necromancers that all citizens of the Kingdoms were taught to hate and fear. The Anima were little more than pretenders, mages of other disciplines that toyed with the death magic that had been outlawed for over a thousand years.

Still, they had a lot to teach—and made good company, from the way Remus spoke of his dalliances.

“Oh, I'm just yanking your chain, big brother!” Remus assured him, crossing over to drape himself over Roman's back, chin settling on Roman's shoulder to read what his twin was writing as he hunched over his desk. “C'mon now—tell me about the dream, and I'll tell you about the Necromata I fucked last night.”

Roman straightened abruptly at that, unceremoniously sending Remus sprawling to the floor. Turning his chair, he gaped down at his brother and pointed an accusing finger at him.

“You did not sleep with a real necromancer, you lying sack of horse dung!” he hissed. “Why would you even say that in the palace of all places?!?”

“Because the sex was unbelievably good?” Remus offered, shrugging from his place on the floor, flat on his back. “Believe me, Ro Bro, a guy that can't actually feel human contact can keep it up for a nice, long, slow roll in the hay. It's pretty remarkable!”

Roman just huffed, standing from his seat—and promptly sinking to the floor to sprawl out right beside Remus.

“You're lying.” he said simply.

Remus was quiet a long time...then sighed.

“Of course I am. He was just another Animata.”

“Anima. The Animata are a myth, like the Lazari.”

“Since when did you turn into such a brainiac, Roro? We both know I've always been the smart one.”

Roman rolled his eyes with a grin, stretching his leg to kick Remus's ankle—but the truth of the matter was, Remus was right. Between the pair of them, Remus was smarter by leaps and bounds. He was studying the collegiate sciences when he was seventeen, and began his magic training before he'd even reached puberty. The fact that the only part of the sciences he enjoyed were anatomy and mortuary study were entirely besides the point, as was the fact that Remus wasn't actually capable of using magic at all.

He was, as their father lovingly put it, a rogue genius: in possession of an intellect so massive that the rules couldn't restrain him. He either knew too well how to circumnavigate them, or he simply didn't care enough to bother and did what he wanted—what he thought was right, no matter the consequence.

Roman might have been the elder of the twins—by one hour, eleven o'clock of one night where Remus came at midnight the next morning—but he aspired, every single day, to be the maverick that Remus was. He simply lacked the brains...and the courage.

Which was why today, it was Roman their father would be naming as his successor, and not Remus. Roman would be king, would rule by the law and the will of the gods, and Remus would...get to be Remus for the rest of his life, a crown prince without a care in the world.

“Tell me about the dream, Roro.”

Remus's voice was gentle this time, his fingers walking their way along Roman's arm until he could find his hand and weave it into his own.

Roman sighed, staring up at the mural on the ceiling of his bedchamber—a beautifully wrought depiction of the Fall of Death, the final battle between the Animator, the first of the Necromata, and their ancestor, King Thomas Andres, that had saved the Kingdoms over a thousand years ago.

“He was in it.”

“The boy from the dungeons?”

Roman nodded. He could feel Remus watching him...

Just like he could feel the boy from the dungeons watching him every time he had the dream... ********** “He was here again.”

“Jumpin' Jiminy, Lo—are you sure?”

Logan nodded, mostly to himself. Patton couldn't see him, not from the bathtub behind the partition that separated it from the rest of the room, but it hardly mattered—after eight years as cell mates, the two of them had become as close as brothers, as close as twins according to some of the guards that had met the king's identical twin sons.

They had grown so naturally into the relationship, it made Logan wonder sometimes if he'd had a brother before his Name had been taken.

Well...it made him wonder in the early days, at any rate. Logan had stopped wondering many years ago.

Suffice to say, Patton didn't need to see him nod to know that Logan had.

“Well? What'd he do?”

Logan let his mind wander back to the night before—the dream space that he so often occupied, the boy that had come to him in the dark ten years before with a bowl of water, a leather strap, and a name.

The boy he'd come to think of as the Green Man, with those eyes that the dark couldn't fully hide.

“The same thing he always does.” Logan managed to reply, setting down the pen he'd been using in favor of resting his elbows on his desk and steepling his fingers to press against his lips. Among those Necromata imprisoned in the palace dungeons, Logan was quite fortunate: he was allowed a cell mate, access to books and writing implements, even a small window sill garden consisting of plants that couldn't be used for magical purposes.

He was very lucky. Ten years of good behavior had given him an incredible amount of leeway and granted him creature comforts like access to regular bathing privileges. The guards even referred to him by his chosen name.

He was, for all intents and purposes, treated like he was truly human. A prisoner, always, but one the guards and prison mages shared a basic blood connection to, unlike the other Necromata.

“...Lo?...Logan!”

Shaking himself, Logan cleared his throat and tried to beat back the heat he could feel rising in his cheeks, having been caught wool gathering.

“Apologies, I didn't catch that.” he called over his shoulder.

“I said, did he say anything this time?”

Logan shook his head, knowing once again that his actions would be understood rather than seen. Patton asked the same thing every time Logan mentioned the visits, and every time it was the same.

If Patton really knew the content of the Green Man's visitations...

Pressing his fingertips to his mouth again, Logan shut his eyes and let himself remember.

The visits were always in a dream space—for years, before the visitations became more regular, Logan had assumed the Green Man was a guard's son, or the child of some member of the palace staff. Later, when the Green Man came to Logan in his sleep, he figured he was the son of a prison or court mage—who else could manage to dream walk in the mind of even a crippled necromancer like him?

Then again...Logan was different from many prisoners like himself.

In the dream, Logan still cannot see his face. Like those ephemeral dreams from his first few nights in the dungeons, he's little more than shadows with burning points of light the color of fresh shoots just springing from the soil. Over the years, he's become more distinct, but still nothing Logan can give any real definition.

He is a man made of darkness, his eyes reflecting what spark of magic lives within him. They never speak to each other—Logan never dares, secretly apprehensive that disturbing the quiet will somehow end this irregular communion they share.

All the Green Man does is extend a hand, the only part of him Logan can truly see. What was once small and slim fingered has changed over the years into a large hand, broad but lean, tendons standing out below each knuckle and tanned by exposure to the sun. Every time, he reaches out, and every time, Logan takes his hand and just...holds on.

In the dream space, Logan can feel his touch. It's likely a projection, something imagined, but there's strength and warmth in that hand—the pressure of fingers meshing with his own, the heat of palm sealed to palm. There's something under the skin, itchy and trembling, and it makes Logan want to pull away because it's just too much...

The Green Man never lets him. Gradually, the feeling passes, and Logan clings until the feeling returns, crashing over him and sliding back in waves beating the shore of his nervous system.

Logan is always the first to let go. The Green Man makes sure of it—and then he leaves.

“Are you okay, kiddo?”

Logan looked up sharply, twisting to see Patton over his shoulder. His mop of tawny curls is swept back from his face, still dark and wet from his bath, the chill of the cell raising gooseflesh on his bare torso.

He has one hand holding the towel around his waist, and the other resting on Logan's shoulder.

The pressure is barely there, that buzzing awareness of contact easily missed if not expected.

Patton hastily lifts his hand, face screwed up in silent apology. Logan dislikes physical contact, even if he cannot feel it—just like any of the Necromata, so divorced from the living, human populous that they cannot even connect to them through touch.

“Didn't mean to spook you, Lo. Just...you're real quiet. Usually, you got more to say after a visit from You Know Who.”

Logan nodded, then made a point of reaching out to squeeze Patton's hand briefly before letting it go just as quickly.

“Apologies. I suppose I'm just...distracted by today.”

“Yeah—hey, you think the prince'll come down here?” Patton asked hopefully, drawing back to go and find some clothes. “I mean, if he's gonna learn to be king after the ceremony...”

Logan let Patton continue to chatter about the potential for this new ruler to somehow see their plight, somehow be their salvation. He let the words, the hope, wash over him without making contact.

Patton could have hope, because he had no Name. No history, no memory, no past and therefore no future. He was a blank slate, for all intents and purposes, unable to access the power of the Necromata with no life of his own to bind it to.

Unlike Logan. Logan, who no longer wondered if he'd had a brother in his family.

Logan, who could share a dream space, something only mages were capable of.

Logan, who had been given a new name by his benefactor so many years ago, a name that others used daily.

Logan Berry, who even now could feel the essence of every rat behind the dungeon walls, every guard on patrol, every prisoner languishing beneath the lowest floors of the palace...and every noble, every royal, every peasant up above.

Logan Berry, who could not remember his family, but could remember that he once had a brother.

Because, despite the fact that a Name taken could not be restored so easily, Logan had taken a name freely given and made it his own.

A Name, freely given. A life, restored.

Logan could not have hope, because he had the power of the Necromata at his fingertips—and it was only a matter of time before good behavior would no longer be enough to earn him the leeway to stay alive.

#sanders sides #logan sanders #roman sanders #logince #ts logic #ts creativity #thomas sanders #fanfic #ts fanfic #necromancer au #this is all the artist's fault i'm just a hapless writer that stumbled across it #never trust me with nice things #my name is liz and i swear to god i will fic again

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writinginthedarkwood · 5 years

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Yandere Himiko Toga x Shy Fem Reader: Anything for You.

Honestly this is pretty soft compared to some yandere pieces I’ve seen, but it took me forever to write and I’m proud of it! My requests are open!!

Warning: Smut, yandere

You get your coffee from the same place every morning. You’ve been enjoying a morning brew here for a couple months, you wake up, get dressed and bring a stack of papers to grade while you sip happily on your dark roast. You shifted uncomfortably in your chair, the past two day’s someone had already payed for your order by the time you got to the little shop.

She’d been staring at you with those bright eyes all morning. The beautiful blonde stirred sugar into her tea, she chewed on her lip while slowly circling the silver spoon around the rim of her cup, a little clink ringing out with every turn. You wanted to say something to her, but she couldn’t possibly have been the one to purchase your coffee... why would such a gorgeous woman want your attention?

You looked over at her again out of the corner of your eyes, she licked her lips after taking a short sip of her drink. She pointed a finger at you and curled it, motioning you to come to her table. You swallow hard and point to your chest. “Me?” You mouth silently to her.

A big smile spread over her lips, her Cheshire like grin sent your heart beating heavily, trying to jump out of your chest. You stood up and straightened out your pencil skirt, she looked up and down your body with obvious desire.

“Hi there cutie. Why don’t you come and sit with me?” She had a thick sweater on that’s long sleeves covered the better portion of her hands. Her long and dainty finger tips cupped the sides of her face as she leaned on her elbows. “Oh, uhm. Sure, let me grab my things.” You tried to straighten out the mess you had left on your table quickly, stuffing your students lab reports into your leather brief case.

You sat down in front of her and gave her a soft smile. “Did you need something miss?” You asked sweetly.

“I’ve been hoping to get your attention for a little bit now, but it looks like I needed a more direct approach to get your eyes out of all those papers.” A light blush sprinkled her cheeks and she bat her eyelashes at you. A blush covered your face, a bit more harshly than hers. “What did you need my attention for miss?”

She reached one hand out to touch your hand, her cold palm resting on top of your fingers. “Oh please darling, call me Himiko.” Her thumb rubbed light circles on your sensitive wrist. “I just really want to get to know you better. You’re so cute it’s annoying.”

The two of you talked for a little while, she asked a lot of questions about all the things you like, your family, your work. “But you look too young to be a professor...Especially something so science-y!” Her eyebrow raised when you told her you taught at a regular, non hero related university. “I guess that’s thanks to my quirk. I have heightened intelligence.” You looked down embarrassed, talking about your quirk made you insecure. Some people thought it was cheating that you moved through your education so quickly because of your quirk, it’s not your fault. “Wow you’d have to be super smart to teach what was it? Rocket science?” You think it’s cute how interested she is in your work and smile. “I teach astrophysics to graduates. It’s boring to most people, kids want to grow up and be hero’s, not scientists.”

Himiko rolled her eyes and made a gagging sound. “Well fuck that, people like you are the real hero’s. Educators are so underappreciated.” She dripped her words with honey, never taking her eyes off your face. “Did you go to school Himiko? I feel like we’re only talking about me.” You said with a small, nervous giggle. Himiko just shook her head with a grin. “I like talking about you! You’re so interesting Y/N.”

A brief intrusive thought interrupted your happiness. Who really is this woman? Why does she want to know so much about me? Himiko must have sensed your sudden hesitation. “It’s a bit embarrassing, but I didn’t ever finish school. I dropped out when I was really young.” She said with a light pout. “You’re so smart and cool, you don’t think any less of me now do you?” You squeezed her hand. “Of course not, are you doing any kind of work now?” Something flashed behind her eyes for a moment, a spark of something. Not many people can notice sudden bodily changes in other people, but you pick up on things other people might not. “I do odd jobs here and there. I have a friend who runs his own... business and I help him with that.” She bobbed her head up and down, satisfied with that answer.

“Himiko I’m going to ask you this in the most polite way I can...” You thought about a possible solution to why this gorgeous woman was vying for your attention so hard. She looked slightly nervous for a moment. “Are you a... sex worker...?”

You make quite a bit of money, it wasn’t impossible she had seen that magazine article about you that published recently.

Himiko burst into a fit of giggles, covering her mouth with her long sleeve. “No you goof! I’m just a normal, super cute girl. Most people don’t get what I do, so it’s easier to just say I help out my friends.” Your face burned red, horrified you’d even think to ask something like that. “I’m so sorry, if I have to be honest I’m not sure why you’d like me for anything other than my money.” Himiko stopped laughing and furrowed her brows. “Don’t even say that Y/N. For a smart girl, you’re kind of dumb.” She leaned in all the way across the table, putting her face right in front of yours. “I don’t think you’ve noticed, but you’re insanely hot. I can’t get your pretty little body out of my head.” She practically purred, either unaware of the other occupants in the shop that are starting to stare, or she didn’t care.

You thought about leaning in and planting a kiss on her when your alarm on your watch went off, telling you it was time to head to the university for your first class.

“Can I take you on a date Himiko?” You blurted out while quickly grabbing all of your things. The blonde stood up and happily clapped her hands together. “Really Y/N? A date??” She beamed, clasping her hands together and holding them by her face, leaning her head to the side with big puppy dog eyes. “That would make me the happiest girl in the world!” She gushed. You couldn’t help but display a big goofy grin on your face. “Okay then... here.” You handed her your phone and Himiko put her phone number in it. “Send me your address and I can pick you up!”

Himiko was quick on her feet, she never faltered with her excuses. You didn’t think twice when she suggested you met her downtown so that you two could have a nice walk together. You thought it was sweet, that she was an angel. How did you ever get so lucky? You walked to the campus in a daze. Her face was burned in the back of your eyelids. You daydreamed about the restaurant you wanted to treat her too. There’s that really fancy Italian place with the expensive wine... Oh no how about that steak house where they always bring something to the table? Your train of thought went along uninterrupted, you felt like you were floating just above the pavement.

Himiko snickered to herself. “This is just too easy...” She muttered under her breath. You never even turned to see if anyone was following you, you never did. She’d been watching you for months, even going as far as to pick through your things in your office while you were teaching. She’d been tempted to leave you little love notes, but no. She had to be careful, you’re just so shy. She would never want you to mistake her for some kind of stalker. She loved sitting in your classroom watching you teach. It was such a turn on to see that pretty face talk about all of that nerd stuff. Who would she be today? That one bitch always talked to you too long. Visiting your office hours and interrupting your lunch. Was she trying to move in on her darling? Himiko wasn’t going to let that ruin her mood. It’s not your fault you’re so perfect. “That bitch is going to get it...” She pictured your students contorted face in her head. The way she would scream as Himiko’s knife cut through her neck. She might even cut her enough that stupid girl would die, it’s not like anyone would miss her pathetic ass. Himiko watched you fumble to put your reading glasses on, you dropped the frames and they hit the side walk. “Is it me that has you so distracted baby? You silly girl...” She purred under her breath. You bent down to pick them up, a man walking by did a double take, leering at your ass as you bent down. Himiko rolled her eyes. Men can be so disgusting, they always disappoint her. Not you though, no your the first girl you ever made her feel this way. You care about her, you had too. Nobody could see through her disguises, but the way you looked her in the way while you spoke, it was like you knew you were looking into the eyes of your soul mate.

That pig walked down the street, Himiko stuck her foot out and tripped him. He tumbled forward and looked around to see who had the nerve to bother him with a scowel.

No one was around.

You pulled up the wrong slide show for your lecture. You started teaching the wrong chapter before one of your more participating students chimed in. You apologized and the right thing loaded on the board. “Doctor Y/L/N, you seem distracted. Something on your mind?” You liked all of your students. This girl was always chatty, and asked plenty of questions. However, this sentence sort of struck a cord with you. It seemed a bit out of character, she was always very shy and stuttered often, only daring to ever talk about the topic. You were too happy to think too much about it. “Oh I just had a really pleasant morning is all. Let’s get back to chapter 49.”

You rushed home and showered, blow drying your hair and trying to apply some makeup that didn’t make it look like you were trying too hard, where the hell is that lip gloss that’s clear? Your thoughts felt frantic. A message popped up on your phone letting you know that the car was here to pick you up and take you downtown. You shot yourself another glance in the mirror and took a deep breath. Your outfit was pretty cute, you sported your favorite outfit. A plain gray pencil skirt and a white blouse. You spiced things up with a platform heel, you grabbed your jacket and purse and rushed out the door.

“Wow Y/N that’s a fancy car!” Himiko stole your breath. You hardly made it out of the car before she hooked onto your arm, giving your upper arm a side squeeze. She was wearing a tight, strapless blood red dress with matching lipstick and heels. She let her long blonde hair down and had drawn on eyeliner that matched her cat like iris’. “Himiko you look beautiful.” You managed to stammer out. She bat her long lashes at you and tipped her head up to kiss your cheek. She left just a light peck on you, you blushed and touched your face. “So where are you taking me, sugar?” She looked around the plaza. Bright lights bounced off of her eyes as she drank up the sights, busy people rushing to the different shops and restaurants.

It’s been awhile sense Himiko has been able to walk freely in public. She usually stuck to the shadows, wearing another persons face constantly has helped her hide over the years. The last thing she would need is for someone to interrupt phase one of her master plan.

“I have the worst time making decisions... there’s a pretty popular place called Aragawa... and a restaurant that serves French food too.” You wanted to impress her, but you didn’t want to look like a show off. “Those places sound expensive Y/N! Are you sure?” She looked at you with complete adoration. You wondered how no one has ever treated her to something like this before. “Of course I’m sure... there’s something about you I can’t put my finger on, but I know your special Himiko.”

If only you knew.

You two settled on a pricey Italian restaurant, Himiko had never tried pasta like this before. The waiter brought red wine to the table, Himiko swirled her glass around and looked at you with a haze over her eyes. She licked her teeth and shifted on her side of the leather booth. “Is the wine okay Miko?” You had thought of calling each other cutsie names, she lovingly has called you darling all night. Things were moving quickly between you two, somehow everything you said she agreed with and loved too. You had the same favorite movie and T.V. shows, she listened to some of your obscure music choices and even understood some of your more nerdy references. It was like you two were made for each other.

“Hold out your hand under the table, darling.” She purred through ruby lips. “Uh-uh okay. You’re so silly-”

Your face burned bright red. She handed you a small amount of cloth. You looked at your hands, it was her black lacy thong. Thin enough you wouldn’t even call this suitable underwear... what would this even cover?

“How fast can that driver of yours come pick us up?” She hooked your ankle with her own foot and uncrossed your legs. “Slip yours off. I want them.” She gently commanded you. “My car can get here through traffic in probably a half an hour...” You started to text your driver when she snatched your phone out of your hand. “That’s too long. Let’s just walk...” She bit her bottom lip and ran her nails along your arm. “Waiter! I’ll be taking the check now...” The waiter nodded politely and headed for your table. “Your panties darling...” She said a bit more stern, but with a wicked smile on her face. You looked at the wait staff around and the small intimate gathering of people. You nervously shimmied out of your own pair, pulling it off of your ankles and handing it to Himiko. She studied them for a second a bit too close to the the lip of the table where people could see. She opened her small clutch and folded them up, stuffing them inside with no intention of ever giving them back.

The two of you walked hand in hand down the street. You told a joke and Himiko laughed so hard she had to stop walking for a minute.

“Well well well...” A dark voice called from behind. You jumped, knocked out of your trance. Himiko’s body went rigid. You turned to see who had called out to the two of you. “What are you ladies walking around so late for?” The man was covered in scars. It seemed like the majority of his body was burned, deep purple scars sat under his eyes and covered half of face and all of his neck. He leaned against the wall.

Is this a villain? You wanted to move and protect Himiko, but you stood frozen on the sidewalk. “Leave us alone.” Himiko said with a sickeningly sweet tone. “Can’t you see we’re busy here?” She almost sang.

“I can see a lot of things. Pretty interesting what I’m looking at actually.” He smirked, Himiko still stood with her back to him. Her shoulders were tense and she clenched both her hands into her fist.

Was he following me? The league was working the next city over, why would he follow me after I explicitly said I was busy? Himiko seethed. He’s going to mess everything up!

“H-himiko we should j-ust go.” You couldn’t help but cower a bit. His eyes were startling, they pierced through you. He pushed himself off of the wall and approached you two. He kept his shoulders slack and opened his arms wide. “Go? Aw come on don’t go, you two are pretty cute. Why don’t we all go somewhere and have a chat...” He stuck out his hand to touch you, it was like time was moving slowly, yet everything happened within just a few seconds. Himiko spun her heel, revealing that she had been carrying a knife that was strapped to her thigh. She grabbed the mans arm and threw him against the wall, she pressed her knife to his neck and smiled. “I said that we’re not interested. Get. Lost.”

The man just sighed and shrugged. “Alright fine. Message received.” Himiko dropped her fighting stance and the man started to turn on his heel. “Would be a shame if anyone else found out about this. Not my problem though.”

You had tears welled in your eyes. Himiko put the knife back into it’s holster and cradled your face. “Oh baby, baby girl don’t cry I’m so sorry!” She wiped a stray tear away from your face.

“I didn’t mean to-” Himiko was terrified she had blown this. She had one shot to get this perfect and her line of work always had a way to worm itself into her personal business. Before she could even muster up a type of explanation, you interrupted. “Himiko do you think that man is going to try and twist this date around in the tabloids as something wrong? He said he was going to tell others...” You had a well respected position, you’ve been published multiple times. You didn’t think you were a celebrity by any means, but you didn’t want anything to happen to your job if someone were to spread a rumor about you.

Himiko almost sighed in relief. She thought for sure you would put together that she knew the “stranger” but you hadn’t. It was like you were the smartest person in the world, except when it came to her.

Even plugging in her first name “Himiko” to google her criminal profile might pop up. “Everything will be perfectly fine honey. Let’s go back to your place and watch a movie.”

Himiko gasped when you opened the door to your apartment. It was immaculately clean, but that wasn’t what impressed her. It was high rise, the window was huge and slid open to a gorgeous balcony. It was a sizeable space with luxury furniture.

She stepped inside and twirled around. “Wow darling, it’s beautiful.” She instantly started playing with your things, picking up the magazines on your coffee table. Touching your nick nacks and studying them. Himiko was ecstatic, she’d been in here so many times while you slept. She hadn’t been able to go through a lot of your things, she was worried you would get mad that she messed up your organization. Now that you two are so much closer, she can finally take a look at all of the things that keep you busy when you aren’t studying or teaching. “It’s nothing special, I’m sure your place is nice too Miko.” She was touching a daisy you had in a modern looking vase, her look got a little distant for a moment. “Are you alright?” You stepped towards her and she flashed you a smile. “Of course! I have to travel for work a lot so I’m between places.” She looked around at the nice space around her. “I guess I’m just looking for some stability you know? It was nice when I was younger but I think I’m ready to settle down, you know?” You nodded your head and kissed her forehead. “That’s really mature. Life goes by so fast doesn’t it? My job has aged me so much.” She snuggled into your chest. “I think I’ve even seen a grey hair on my head...” Himiko giggled.

You showed Himiko around your place room by room. She lingered in your bedroom for a minute, she was resisting the urge to tear into your dressers and go through all of your clothes. She stood politely by your side, and when you opened the master bathroom she followed a few steps behind.

“It looks like a spa in here!” She was astonished. Your few makeup products were scattered on a large sink counter. You had a stand alone shower and a jacuzzi bathtub. She turned around and grabbed the collar of your blouse. “I have a naughty idea...” You could still smell the wine on her breath. She placed a sweet kiss on you and you couldn’t help but close your eyes and enjoy it for a moment. She pulled away, nibbling on your lip. “We should take a bath together.”

Both of you laid back while the jets massaged your bodies. Himiko playfully dumped almost the whole bottle of bubble bath into the water. You had your eyes closed, looking relaxed but truthfully you’ve never been more nervous. Himiko squealed when she saw you undress, gushing about how cute you are.

Her hand touched your thigh and your eyes shot open. She was staring at you intently. She pushed herself closer to you, her breasts pressed against your own. Himiko kissed your neck and you whimpered. “Oh cutie I want to make you purr so bad~” She nipped at your jaw and pressed her fingers around your hardened nipple.

The water sloshed around the rim of the tub, Himiko had you pressed against the porcelain wall, she held your leg in the hook of her arm. She rubbed herself against your throbbing pussy. She relentlessly caused friction on your swollen clit, you held onto the edge of the jacuzzi for stability. Himiko laughed between her own moans. “Your face is so cute. Cum for me baby please- I want to see the face you make when you cum.” She gasped and moaned wildly, she almost screamed, her noises becoming manic. You could hardly move, you hadn’t felt this type of stimulation before, it was almost too much. “I- I’m going to cum M-miko I can’t take it!” She moved her hips frantically and you spilled over the edge. You called her name out and she slowed down a bit, both of you were slightly out of breath. Himiko let your leg go and kissed you softly.

Himiko and you watched a horror movie in your bed. You snuggled under the blankets, Himiko picked the movie. It was sort of gory, you didn’t really like this sort of thing but for some reason it was one of Himiko’s favorites.

It’d been about two months. At this point, you two were together every day now. You’d meet for coffee before you went to work, and she’d come by your apartment at night for dinner. On the weekends the two of you took little day trips, Himiko hadn’t seen a lot of the major tourist places in your area which surprised you. She visited you at work a few times, she added an intense spice to your life. She practically threw you into your office during your lunch hour and ravaged you, clawing at you desperately. Every time the two of you were intimate she acted like you would slip through her fingers, she was wild and a delicious lover.

Himiko couldn’t be happier with how things were turning out. This was following her plan almost exactly, but she was running out of time. Dabi had done her a kindness by not mentioning you to anyone else. But it was a matter of time before she couldn’t make any excuses anymore. Other members were catching on that she was disappearing for long periods of time, that her loyalties were fading.

It was time for phase two of her plan.

“Himiko we have to talk about something serious.” You were shaking you were so nervous. Things were getting serious between you too, you didn’t want this to end. “What’s wrong my darling?” Himiko knew exactly what you were about to say, she calculated this down to the exact sentence. She knew you so well she knew you would be terrified to bring this up. “I got a really crazy job offer outside of the country.” Himiko had been practicing in the mirror what face she would make. A face of concern, but not too sad. “I can’t take it, it’s a ton of money and it’s the job of a lifetime... but...”

Come on just say it baby... Himiko was great at masking her excitement.

“I can’t take it. I love you, I know it’s kind of early but I love you so much. I can’t imagine leaving you here.”

Jackpot.

She gave you a moment to finish your piece, but she didn’t hesitate to gush about how much she loves you too.

“Y/N... I think you should take it.” She took your hand and smiled.

“Wh-what? I can’t leave you.” You thought for a moment. “Himiko I think that maybe, we should go. Together.”

Finally, her ticket out. A life on the run, a life underground was fun while it lasted but finally. She could have a family, a new life across the ocean. Nobody would know her name, she would be your trophy wife. One you could parade proudly at high profile events. More importantly, more than anything.

You would be all hers, she could give you all of her time.

You’d buy first class tickets under your name, she had already a fake passport. It was easy to black mail that stupid scientist in Switzerland, he lost his job and she sent in your application at the perfect time. If they hadn’t offered you the job she’d just keep going down the line, taking out anyone who stood in your way.

The minute she first saw you, she knew you two were meant to be together at all costs. Nothing mattered, but you two.

You two packed up everything in your apartment that week. You and Himiko bought matching rings, and matching cozy clothes to wear on the plane. Himiko had a head ache that day, she wore sunglasses on the plane and an oversized beanie. Poor thing wasn’t feeling great and stayed quiet for the long trip. She laid on your shoulder and you two cuddled the entire ride.

“I’m so happy Y/N, this is everything I could have ever dreamed of.”

#yandere himiko toga #yandere toga #yandere bnha #yandere my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #himiko toga x reader #mha toga #himiko toga yandere #himiko toga #bnha lemon #bnha lemon au #bnha au #bnha fan fiction #bnha yandere fan fiction #bnha yandere x reader #shy reader

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twokinkybeans · 4 years

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Jar Of Dirt Chapter 5: Silk Rope [Starker Fanfiction NSFW/18+]

Kink/Sexual Warnings: Phone Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, First Time, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Name-calling, Verbal Humiliation, Shibari Other warnings: None

All Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10 ... Masterpost (More to come!)

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Chapter 5: Silk Rope Tony is pacing through his lab, biting down his lips harshly. He doesn’t understand why the new AI he’s developing won’t connect to F.R.I.D.A.Y. for him to run a test through it. It’s annoying as fuck, and he really doesn’t feel like dealing with this at all. “F.R.I.D.A.Y., what’s wrong?” Tony mutters as he looks through the data again. It should be working just fine. Both programs are fully operative, so it’s the connection between the two. That’s the issue here. Meaning it would take a long ass time to get it fixed. “There’s a dis- Incoming call from Peter Parker.” F.R.I.D.A.Y. announces, making Tony look up instantly. He grabs his phone from the desk and picks up.

“Hey, Peter, you alright?” He’s a little worried, his lover never calls him this time of the day. Not when he knows Tony is working.” “N-No? Not exactly? I can’t find it, Mr. Stark.” Tony gulps when he hears the soft, whining sounds falling from the boy’s lips. “Are you jerking off right now?” He sits down at the edge of the table, raising his eyebrows and enjoying the distraction. “I am, how did you know?” “Baby, you’re moaning.” “Oh- right. Uhm. Well. I can’t find it.” Peter says, this time a little quieter. Tony shakes his head. “Can’t find what, exactly?” “My, uh, prostate?” Tony’s eyes widen and he mentally curses at himself for getting hard at the image of Peter in his bed, naked, his fingers pushing inside his hole. Oh, if only he could see him right now. He shifts, trying to relieve some of the pressure of his pants straining around his now half-hard erection.

“And you need me to help you find it, is that why you’re calling, baby boy?” “Y-yes. Need your help.” Peter pants desperately. “Want to be ready for you, daddy. Want you to fuck me this weekend.” Tony sucks in a sharp breath and squeezes his eyes shut, a hot surge of arousal coursing through his veins. He’s been trying to ignore that exact desire, not wanting to force it onto Peter before the boy would be ready. Sure seems he’s ready for it now. God. His muscles clench, making his dick twitch. “Baby,” he breathes, “-I wanna fuck you so bad. You’re so perfect, such a good boy, opening yourself up for me. Tell me, what are you doing right now?” “I’m on my back, trying to finger myself, but I just can’t reach deep enough; it’s so frustrating!” “Okay, baby. First things first. Are you on speaker?” “N-No?” “Put me on speaker, want you to use both your hands to pleasure yourself,” Tony orders his lover, and he smiles fondly when he hears the boy shifting around, cursing and muttering that he can’t find his AirPods. “Alright, I’m back, I’m ready. Teach me how to do this right, Mr. Stark.”

“I want you to put your feet up the wall first, letting your knees fall down to your chest.” Tony waits a few seconds until he hears Peter stop moving around. “Now, I don’t care how much lube you used already, you’re gonna use more. Drop some down onto your hole and get your fingers wet and ready to go.” He hears the bottle of lube getting uncapped and the soft, shaky breaths leaving Peter’s mouth as he gets himself ready. “And now?” “Now, you’ll stroke your hard, pretty cock, slow and steady…” “Uh-huh,” Peter breathes out. “And sloooowly… You start pushing your first finger in. How’s that feel?” “G-good-” Peter pauses to take a few short, shaky breaths. “Wish it were you. My fingers are so small.” He groans, “Can I add a second one, please, daddy?” Peter’s voice leaks arousal and Tony can’t help himself as he unbuckles his belt so he can get access to his own cock. “Slowly, sweet thing…” Tony cups his own dick in his hands, feeling the precum trickle out of the tip. He holds back a moan as he orders Peter to add the third one too, stretching himself good. The boy’s whimpers go straight to his cock, as always. There’s just something about his voice, so angelic and sweet yet so filthy at the same time. Tony lazily strokes his shaft, leaning nonchalantly against his desk.

“Now, you’ll push your fingers in as deep as you can…” Tony smiles dreamily, head hanging back. “And then, once you’re there, you’ll curl them and slowly move the tips up and down until you find your spot.” Tony has his eyes closed, seeing Peter on his sad, tiny twin bed, feet against the wall, surrounded by posters of science and- and- Tony bites his tongue to hold back a moan when he remembers Peter has a poster of him on his wall. He wonders if Peter’s facing it. Legs on either side of the paper, displaying himself to Tony’s image. The idea makes him light-headed, his hand slowly increases its pumping. “I can’t find it,” Peter whines quietly. “It’s just… How do you even- Ooh!”

Tony can’t hold back anymore and moans out loud, wishing he could see it happening. He can see it in his head, though. Vividly. Peter’s so hot when he’s horny, and the pretty sounds he makes leave nothing to the imagination. “Did you find it, baby? You make yourself feel good?” Tony groans as he increases the speed of his hand around his cock. “Y-yeah, thank you, daddy, fuck, I wish it were you. I imagine it’s you. Will you jerk off too, please? I wanna hear you.” “Got good news for you, kid,” Tony pants as he increases the mic’s volume with a flick of his wrist. Peter moans obscenely in response. “Your pretty sighs and whines and moans had me hard since the start of this phone call, baby. You have no idea what you do to me.” Tony growls. His free hand roams up under his shirt to pinch his own nipple. His face contorts with pleasure. “D-daddy,” Peter moans. “Feels so good, am so close- Sound so hot-” “Hmmm,” Tony croaks. “You love my voice, don’t you, baby? Love the way I tell you what to do, love to let it make you hard, throbbing and leaking and desperate for release like the good little slut you are.” “A-a-ah!” Tony can hear Peter’s bed creaking in the background. “Yes, daddy, yes, yes, so good, sooo-nnnngh!” “Are you watching daddy now, sweet thing? His image staring down at you from the wall?” “Mhm-mhm-mhm!” Peter’s so drunk on lust he can’t stop chanting. “Bet you looked at the same poster on that night you accidentally called me,” Tony growls as he pinches his nipple hard, sending a surge of both pain and arousal through his entire body. “Wishing it was me right there with you, telling you all the filthy things I’m telling you now. How you’re such a good boy for me, a good little slut, my good little slut.” Peter cries with desperation and Tony can hear the lube squirting as Peter fucks himself harder and harder and faster and faster. “And then I picked up. Completely unaware of what you were doing to yourself. Completely oblivious to the fact that you liked me the way I liked you.” Peter pants erratically, every breath a short, filthy moan. He must be right on edge now, waiting for Tony’s last words to tip him over. “And when I said your name, what did you do? Tell me, sweet boy.” Peter seems to have stopped breathing. “I- I came-” he pushes out. “Good boy…” Tony coos as he bends forward, his pumps getting him right to the edge. “And again, now… Come for me, Peter.” His voice is dark. “Come for daddy.”

Peter wails, and the mental image of him spilling his hot cum all over himself tips Tony over the edge, ruining his clothes. He groans loudly and has to catch himself from falling, his knees buckling, eyes blown wide. Peter’s still panting on the other side of the line and Tony manages to stand up straight when he hears Peter scoff out one, high pitched, panicked laugh. “I-” Peter pauses. Tony looks at the floor, trying to collect himself from the orgasm that he just had when Peter says: “I just kicked a hole in the wall.”

Peter grins as he walks into the tower. It’s Friday, 3pm. He knows Tony will still be working, but since Peter’s last lecture got canceled, he figured he’d come in early. He knows his way around the place anyway. He can’t wait to see Tony’s face when he comes in later, realizing he’s here. Usually, he comes in after dinner on Friday. Which is why he decided to cook for Tony. He’s not a great cook, and he can’t say the dishes he makes at their dorm are very fancy, but it’s nutritious, at least. He does pay attention to it being healthy. He has to, to keep up physically. He just hopes Tony will like his burrito bowl.

Tony, about an hour later, looks up in confusion when the scent of freshly cooked food starts seeping into the lab. He frowns, wondering where it came from. As far as he knows, there’s no meetings or anything else that could explain why he should be smelling this scent. “F.R.I.D.A.Y., are there any guests?” “No, Mr. Stark. Just Peter Parker.” “What?” Tony’s eyes widen. “Where is he?” “In your private suite,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. answers, making Tony chuckle out loud. He looks at the pieces of tech in front of him. Those would be just fine laying there untouched for a couple days.

Once he walks into his suite, the smell gets even stronger. But what really gets to him is the way Peter is slightly moving along to the music he’s playing while stirring in the pan. “Hey, baby.” “Tony! You’re here!” Peter beams as he lets go of the wooden spoon, running towards Tony and wrapping his arms around the man tightly. “I missed you,” he whispers into his chest. Tony returns the embrace, holding the boy close and enjoying the calm enjoyment settling deep in his bones. Sometimes it scares him how much he cares for Peter. How much he truly, and utterly loves him. “Missed you more,” he whispers into the boy’s curls and kisses the top of his head. “What are you making?” “Burrito bowls. Is that okay?” “Hmmm, never had any, but sure sounds lovely. Smells amazing too. What did I do to deserve this treat?” Peter shrugs, looking up. “Just being you. You make me happy. You always treat me, so why not do something back?”

Once they finish their bowls, and Tony reassuring Peter a thousand times how much he loved it, Peter licks his lips and looks at Tony, his eyes sparkling mischievously. “I don’t want to sound like a horny college kid, I mean, I am-,” Peter chuckles, “-but, can we pick something from the jar again?” “I love my horny college kid, please, would love to try something new with you. Been thinking about your lovely moans all week.” “Oh, you’re so smooth, Mr. Stark.” Peter grins, but he can’t hide the blush creeping up his cheeks. Tony wiggles his eyebrows and spreads his arms. “That’s me, the one and only.” Peter huffs. “Hush, go get the jar,” Peter playfully pushes the man off “-and take that ego with you.” “Hmm, you know how to talk dirty, babe.” “Oh, you wish.” Tony laughs, kisses Peter’s cheek and walks off to get the jar. He loves the bright energy from Peter, especially now that he seems to start feeling more and more confident each and every day. Last week shook him to his very core, and he’s been working at it every day to let Peter know just how much pleasure he gives him. They’ve been texting, calling, at every opportunity. Some of those things have definitely put a bit of a strain on his comfort zone, but that’s a good thing, he figures. It’s incredible how Peter’s changed him for the better. He’s still scared shitless about the possibility that one of his kinks might come up today, but so far, Peter has shown him so much support. Peter’s brave, he tries the things he wants to. Tony wants to do the same.

“Alright, your turn to pick, boy.” Tony hands the jar to Peter, and he laughs at the excited look on Peter’s face. The boy sticks his hand inside and pulls it back out within a second, just grabbing the first piece he feels. Tony’s throat feels very dry all of a sudden when he sees that, as he feared, this is one of his own. For the love of God, please, let it not be one of his heavy kinks. He wants to try those with Peter, but he needs more time to accept that Peter wants him to enjoy those. Tony’s not quite there yet.

“Can I look, Mr. Stark?” “Hmmm,” Tony nods, trying to ignore the knot in his stomach, “-tell me what it says.” Peter turns the paper around and looks down in confusion. “Shi… Shibari? What’s that?” “Japanese rope bondage,” Tony answers slowly and watches Peter’s mouth go ‘oh,’ “-it’s an art form, actually. But used a lot for sexual bondage as well.” “I… have no idea how it works, but please, show me?” “You want to try it?” Peter nods at that and offers Tony a reassuring smile, he knows this is the first kink that Tony put in there and how insecure it can make the so put-together man feel. “I definitely do. I would love to feel what it’s like to be restrained. And, uh, if it’s art, I’ll be pretty too!” “You’re always pretty.” Peter waves his hand as if to shoo Tony away. “Oh, youuu.” Tony grins unapologetically and takes a step closer, bridging the gap between them. “You wanna choose the rope? I have to admit, I got quite a collection.”

“And then, if I pull the rope through this loop, you’ll have a knot that’s rather easy to untie for me. But you won’t be able to loosen it from your end of the rope.” Tony smiles and shows off what he’s trying to explain to Peter. The boy’s on his back on Tony’s - their - bed, his hands in front of his chest, elbows touching. He’s looking down at the fancy, intricate knots that tie his arms together. He can see why this is an art form, it’s gorgeous. It makes him feel pretty, too. He also really likes the feeling of the way the rope restrains his movement, immobilizing his arms entirely. In the weirdest way, it makes him feel safe. Perhaps because it’ll be easier to let go without the fear of him possibly hurting Tony. Maybe because it makes it easier to surrender into his submission. Probably a lot more things he can’t put into solid thoughts right now. He chose a fancy, silk-like deep red rope. It’s soft on his skin, tight around his arms. The color really sticks out against his pale skin. He listens as Tony explains more about the ropes, finishing up his last knot and then admiring his work. “How do I look?” Peter beams. Tony licks his lips. “Like you’re a fucking gift. My little present to explore.” “Oh.” Peter gulps, biting down the moan that’d been rising in his throat. “You’ll unpack me then?” “Not physically,” Tony answers, his voice low and rough. Last week, Peter had been asking for Tony to fuck him this weekend. Time to offer it to the boy now. “If you let me, I want to fuck you. Unpack each and every layer of your pleasure.” A soft whine escapes Peter’s lips. “Please.” “Please, what?” “Please, daddy.” “Good boy.”

Tony sits down on the bed, on his knees, placing Peter’s legs on either side of him. His hands softly trail up and down Peter’s skin, causing goosebumps to rise. Tony chuckles as he pets the thin hairs standing up straight, and Peter jolts slightly. “T-Tony.” “What is it, boy?” “Tickles,” Peter whines. Tony ignores Peter’s protests and continues to tease him. His hands glide up Peter’s legs towards his center, and Peter gasps when Tony nearly gives him the attention he yearns for but instead moves past it. Tony’s fingers walk up to Peter’s toned torso, his breath hot and slow on the boy’s sensitive skin. The billionaire skillfully evades the knots with each “step” he takes and Peter tries to arch his back, hoping to get more friction. He’s partially held back by the tight knots binding him together, and he shuts his eyes, a frustrated frown scrunching his face together. Tony’s teasing is symmetrical, just like the rope art he bound Peter in. Both hands giving only the slightest attention to either side of Peter’s body. “Is it growing, Peter?” Tony asks rhetorically. “Your need to be touched? Are you yearning for me yet, sweet thing?” “A-always yearning-” Peter breathes. “-For your touch, daddy. A-always.” Tony hums content, slipping his index fingers under the rope, rubbing Peter’s skin under it with slightly more pressure than he put on the boy’s body before. Peter twitches at the attention. “Such a good boy, always saying the right things to make daddy happy…” Peter nods, eyes still screwed shut. “Want you to be happy- want to be your good boy.” Peter forces out the words, trying not to whine too much. Tony smirks and brings his head down, closer to Peter’s chest. His fingers slip out from under the rope and trace circles on Peter’s skin, higher and higher until he hears the boy gasp.

“You like it when I touch you there, don’t you? Such sensitive little buds for me to tease.” Tony flicks Peter’s nipples at the same time, drinking in the lovely moans Peter makes. “You sound so pretty when I touch you…” Tony kisses Peter in the middle of his chest. Feathery light, tongue slipping out briefly to taste the salty sweat on Peter’s skin. His thumbs rub rhythmical circles over Peter’s nipples. “Makes me never want to let go.” “Don’t let go, daddy, please,” Peter pleads. Tony trails a wet kiss up all the way to Peter’s jawline until their lips meet. It’s hungry and passionate, and fuck, this kid tastes so good. Peter’s dick is painfully hard, Tony knows. His hands move away from the nipples, tugging at the ropes and knots as he makes his way down. His hands stop right above Peter’s soft bush, and the boy bucks his hips involuntarily. Tony glances down as he moves his kiss back over Peter’s neck, leaving the boy a gasping mess.

“Want me to touch you there, sweet thing?” Peter nods frantically, pulling at his restraints. “Please- please, daddy, please.” Tony takes one long breath through his nose. Peter is so good for him. Such a perfect little sub. So pretty, all bound and completely at Tony’s mercy. Daddy’s mercy. Without warning, both Tony’s hands glide over Peter’s shaft. Once. Hard. Fast. Peter gasps, eyes blown wide, trying to arch further into Tony’s touch, but he can’t. Tony has let go of him and Peter’s entire body is on fire. Screaming. He needs to be touched. “Oh…” Tony coos. “So beautiful, Peter. You really are a work of art.” Peter can only let out a soft whine as response as he closes his eyes again, feeling his aching cock twitch against his lower abdomen. If only he could reach down to relieve some of the pleasure. Tony spreads Peter’s legs a little further and marvels at the boy’s flexibility. “You’re going to make me lose my mind,” Tony growls, his hands tightening their grip on Peter’s legs and pulling him closer. Peter’s bucking his hips up, a pleading look on his face. Tears are streaming down his cheeks, he’s been already teased for so long. But Tony’s not done yet. No. Peter is going to have to wait just a bit longer. Tony wants to drag this out for as long as he can. He wants him to remember his first time forever.

“Do you like this, sweet boy? Being completely at my mercy? Bound in ropes and knots and ties almost as pretty as you are. You must be aching to touch yourself now, aren’t you? Or are you aching to touch me?” Peter whimpers at Tony’s words, nodding up and down desperately. “Well… You can’t.” Peter takes a sharp breath, the head of his dick red at the lack of attention. “Look at you, at your twitching cock, you’re leaking for me and I barely even touched you.” Tony throws his head back triumphantly. “Such a slut.” “D-daddy,” Peter whimpers. “Please-” “Please, what?” Tony repeats. “Fuck- fuck me.” Tony leans in towards Peter’s chest again, kissing one of his nipples. Softly at first, but when he licks the tip, the most beautiful moan falls off Peter’s lips. “In due time, pretty boy,” he coos. “I’m going to enjoy you first.” When Tony moves to Peter’s other nipple, his hands lift Peter’s legs over his shoulders. His kisses are wet and sloppy, eliciting the filthy noises from Peter that he loves so much. His hands tug at the ropes around Peter’s chest before moving down again, squeezing Peter’s ass once before slowly nearing where Peter wants him.

“Oh, god, feels so good-” Peter manages to get out. “Please, more, daddy, fuck!” Tony bites down slightly on Peter’s nipple, causing him to swear. The precum is leaking from his cock at a steady pace now, and Tony quickly wipes some from Peter’s abdomen before bringing his index finger to circle the boy’s hole. Peter’s a sweating, crying mess and by God, isn’t he absolutely divine. “Here I go,” Tony playfully raises an eyebrow, but his irises tell a different story. He purposefully ignores the growing wet spot in his own underwear, as always. How in the world could he put himself first if there is such a gorgeous boy on the bed? Whining and moaning and whimpering for Tony- for daddy, to give him pleasure. And boy, is Tony planning on giving his Peter Parker all the pleasure he deserves. He gently pushes in one finger, waiting for Peter to get used to the feeling. He unclenches around the billionaire relatively quickly, and Tony holds back a moan, thinking about how his little slut has been prepping his hole for Tony to destroy all week. Tony stops kissing the boy and leans back to sit up straight. He wants to see Peter fall apart for him before he fucks him. He wants to see the look on the boy’s face. Desperate. Tony starts to pump in and out of Peter agonizingly slowly. Enough for the boy to feel good, not enough to make him see stars. After about ten pumps, Peter’s breath turns ragged.

“Mzzr- Stark- Daddy-” Peter’s voice is slurred, eyes still closed. His mouth hangs open, and every so often, it curls into a pained smile. “What is it, Peter?” Tony replies nonchalantly. “Please, please, faster. Touch- mm-- g-spot.” Tony grins and has to admit he’s a bit taken back by Peter, referring to it as such. Would Peter like other feminine references too? Tony would have to find out some other time. Not today. Today he’s gonna focus on making the first fuck as mind-blowing as he can. The look on his face is near-evil when he continues his teasing. “Oh, I don’t think I can get to that right now, you see…” Tony pulls out to add a second finger. “I’m not going to touch you where you want me the most. Do you know why?” Peter shakes his head violently, and Tony kisses his leg. “Because you’re not desperate enough.” The vibrations of Tony’s voice shoot through Peter’s legs, up to his dick and it throbs in response. “Bu- daddy-!” “We both know what you’ve been prepping for, sweet thing. Do you really think I’m going to hit that spot with my fingers today?” Peter still has his eyes closed and doesn’t notice the lubed up dildo Tony grabs from the side of the bed. Without warning, he takes out his fingers and pushes the shaft in as far as he can. Peter’s eyes open wide, and another small spurt of precum trickles out of his cock when he realizes what Tony’s doing. Tony knows his stuff, though, and Peter whines when he notices Tony skillfully angles the fake dick away from Peter’s spot. Tony growls. “Tonight’s the night I will take you. I’m going to fuck your virgin ass until you’re screaming for me, Peter. Would you like that? Would you like to be mine and mine alone? You were already bound by me… Might as well get bound to me.” Peter can only chant in response. “Yes- yes- yes- yes!” “Tell me how you want me, Peter. Can you do that? Tell me how to take you and if your answer satisfies me, I might just do it. Replace this piece of junk with the real deal.”

Peter gasps, trying to buck his hips. The rope creaks, and for a brief second Tony fears Peter might snap them with his super strength. His boy is good for him though. He’ll hold out. For now. Something inside Tony wishes Peter would break the ropes. Gives him a good reason to get even prettier ones, and he could add it to the hidden pile of things that Peter broke because of the pleasure Tony gave him. Tony looks down at Peter, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead, his hair damp, sticking to his face. He’s red as a beet. His shade complimenting the red ropes around his body as Tony keeps pumping the dildo in and out of Peter’s pretty hole. “Daddy, wanna make you feel so good, please, fuck me, fuck me hard. Break me, daddy,” Peter gasps. “More,” Tony growls, pumping the fake cock faster and faster with each of Peter’s words. “F-fuck, daddy, please, fill my hole with your cock, I wanna feel you throb inside me- Come inside me.” “More.” “Daddy, please-please-please, I need your cock inside me, I need you to fuck me, please, fuck your cockslut, fuck, fuck, fuck!” “Good boy.”

Tony pulls out the dildo and swiftly pushes into Peter’s readied hole himself. Using the leftover lube from the dildo and his own precum to glide right into Peter, who gasps when his daddy immediately hits the right spot. The sensation renders both men speechless, panting, and moaning softly, and Tony can’t help but lean down as he watches the pleasure wash over Peter’s face. He rolls his hips slowly, relishing in the feeling of finally having his pretty Peter Parker clench around him. Tony pushes his hands through Peter’s hair, and he goes in for a soft and passionate kiss. No more words are exchanged. There’s nothing left of their dirty confidence. It startles them both, but this might be even better. Both overwhelmed by each other; they make love. Peter clenches and unclenches around Tony in a steady rhythm, gasping with each and every thrust hitting him right where he wants to. His restraints somehow forgotten, yet still there. He feels safe and warm and all he can do is moan into the sweet, tender kisses his lover peppers him with.

After a little bit, Tony takes his mouth off Peter’s, and with a shaky breath, he confesses. “I love you, Peter. I love you so much. I would give you the world, but I can’t cause you are the world.” New tears glide down Peter’s cheeks. Tears of happiness. Tears of love. Tears of feeling loved. Every part of his being is enveloped in Tony’s adoration for him and he lifts his head off the pillow to continue their soft and sweet kisses. “And if I were to give you the world?” Peter breathes against Tony’s lips, sticking with the symbolism. “I would cherish it.” Tony presses a kiss on the corner of Peter’s mouth. “Take care of it. Keep it warm and safe. Make sure it knows it is loved. That he is loved,” Tony sighs back. “You have me, Mr. Stark- Tony. You have me. I am yours.” Tony slowly increases his pace. “As I am yours.”

Their breathing goes faster and faster, their kissing giving them barely any chance to take in air. Peter’s seeing stars. The overstimulation on his skin, the wet, sloppy kisses, Tony thrusting into him in the exact right way. Tony moans into him and moves his free hand down Peter’s pretty restraints. The boy gasps when Tony’s long, rough fingers wrap around his shaft and start jerking him off at the same speed Tony’s pumping into him. It doesn’t take long for Peter to turn into a shaking mess. “Are you close?” Tony asks quietly. Peter nods slightly. “Yes, please, don’t stop,” he pants. “I won’t, baby boy…” Tony’s mouth moves to start sucking on the spot below Peter’s ear, where he knows Peter is very sensitive. Peter moans desperately in response. “Want you to come with me,” he whimpers. Tony smiles, his pacing becoming slightly erratic. “Well then, my sweet Peter…” Tony whispers in his ear before licking a long stripe along the shell. “Come.”

Peter gasps as he explodes all over his torso. The bottom few ropes being covered in cum. Tony hears a few cracks, and he knows Peter must’ve ripped a few of them. The way the boy clenches around him makes Tony freeze as he shoots his hot cum into Peter’s tight hole, filling him up. His face is scrunched up with his mouth open, jaw clenched. He rides down his high and slowly lowers himself to lay down on top of Peter. They’re entirely still for a moment, their fast-thumping hearts slowly pacing down. Peter’s slightly trembling, though, and when Tony looks up at him, he’s met with Peter’s teary puppy eyes. “Peter,” Tony whispers gently, wiping the tears off his cheeks. “You okay, sweetness?” “Y-Yeah,” Peter manages, soft pants still leaving his lips. He bends his knees to press Tony against him with a bit more force, needing to feel him. “I… Haven’t felt this loved by anyone. Ever. It’s so overwhelming and-” Peter sniffs, “-I never quite believe how much you say you love me, but now I could literally feel it.” “Oh, baby.” Tony breathes, tightening his embrace. His eyes are stinging too now. Fuck. “I got you. I’m always gonna be here for you. You’re, and I’m not exaggerating, the love of my fucking life.” He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, trying to keep his shit together. “Took me a long time to find you, but as long as you’ll have me, I’m not letting you go. You’re my baby boy. I love you.”

When he pulls out of Peter, the boy whimpers at the loss. “Shhh, I got you baby. Let me help you clean up. You’re one messy, pretty boy.” He unties the knots that are still intact, getting Peter out of his bindings. There are some slight marks in his skin, but after a quick check, it’s clear there are no rope burns. Good. He grabs the towel he put to his nightstand earlier and carefully wipes both their cum off the boy’s chest and legs. “How you feeling, you hurt anywhere?" “No, I mean, I guess I feel slightly sore, but… I like it?” Peter smiles happily, sticking his arms out to urge Tony to come cuddle him. “I’m okay, Tony. Thanks for checking up on me.” The older man lays down next to Peter and pulls him into his side, dragging the blankets over their blissed-out bodies. The boy snuggles against him, resting his head on Tony’s chest. Tony smiles, stroking the boy’s back, tracing the skin ever so lightly. Peter shifts a bit, getting more comfortable. Tony freezes when he feels Peter’s cock rubbing against his thigh, hot. Warm. And hard.

“Honey, you hard again already?” “Yeah, why?” Tony blinks, dropping his head to the side to stare the boy straight in his eyes. “Wait a minute. You don’t… Need time? Did it even… Soften up?” “No, it didn’t? I mean only a little at first, but- wait, time for what?” Peter furrows his eyebrows in confusion. Oh, God. He really doesn’t know what Tony’s talking about. “Tell me, Peter,” the man starts slowly. “-how often do you usually jerk off in one go?” “Oh, uhm. I guess five is usual? Eight or nine if I’m really feeling it.” Tony huffs out a surprised breath. Sure, Peter’s still young. Kids his age have less of a refractory period. But this is impressive. “What? What’s wrong?” “Nothing’s wrong, uhm, that spider bite may have enhanced more of your eh… Abilities, than you think.”

“You mean you’re not hard right now?” Peter’s hand creeps down Tony’s crotch without any shame. Tony bites his lips at the boy feeling him up, trying to tone down his own embarrassment. Sure, he’s old. He knows he needs more time. Peter’s just exploring. It’s okay. Peter’s eyes widen. “I’m not normal?” “I wouldn’t put it like that, but, yeah. Most people, not even people your age, would be able to do that. Sure there’s some, but it’s rather unheard of.” “Oh. Shit. How often can you come?” Tony laughs at that. “At my age, being a boring human man without superpowers? Once. Twice, if I’m lucky. But I definitely need time in between.” He shakes his head, grinning, the knowledge sinking in. This is gonna change things up so good. “Peter, I have a new idea for the jar.” “W-What?” “You’ll find out.” Tony presses a kiss on the top of Peter’s astonished face and ‘accidentally’ brushes his hand past Peter’s cock. “You’ll find out.”

--- More: Chapter 6 Masterpost

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Salutations, I saw your ask game thingamajig and how bout Logan as the flustered romantic type👌🏽

Ask and you shall receive! Da nerdy boi shall blush uwu. Hope you enjoy! - Minty

"Ok Patton, right this way." Logan said, smiling as he lead his boyfriend through the dense forest near the campsite. Though Logan was usually one for rules, curfew seemed like one he was always willing to break. Besides, it was worth it for him.

Logan couldn't believe how lucky he was - meeting Patton - his love, his soulmate - here. A summer romance that Logan had always dreamed of, watching every romantic movie he could get his hands on. He'd never really had a offical boyfriend before, of course - merely crushes. Crushes that would either let him down easy, or would twist and manipulate for homework and cheating and tests, then throw him aside when he wasn't useful anymore. Virgil always stood up for him during those times, and always said that they weren't worthy of him.

But, Logan knew in his heart, Patton was worth it.

They were assigned tents next to each other, and becane good friends throughout those first few weeks being CITs. Patton was kind, and paitent to the younger campers when they'd go a bit too far. He was funny, and made jokes when the mood was somber. He was... good at connecting with the campers, on a emotional level at least, a level that Logan couldn't. No amount of movies could ever teach Logan how to talk like Patton did, the way he'd hold your hand just enough to let you know he was there, and how he'd brush away your tears with the faintest touch.

He was... amazing.

Logan hadn't dared to even start to tell Patton his true feelings in fear of rejection, at least until Virgil and Roman had rallied the campers into getting them a moment alone.

"Rightttt... here!" Logan smiled, as he lead his boyfriend to a clearing that he had set up to the most romantic setting he could think of - a picnic with sweets and Patton's favorite soda, Fairy lights and flowers decorating the trees and dimly lighting the clearing. Logan took off his boyfriend's bandana blindfold as Patton gasped in shock and delight.

"Logan, it's beautiful!"

"Now you know how I feel when I look at you." Logan said, Patton's cheeks dusting a lovely shade of pink.

"Pfft-! Oh, Lo!"

Logan smiled, taking his boyfriend's hands and leading him to the picnic blanket. "That's not all, my love! The evening has just begun!" Logan said, pointing to the sky. "A meteor shower should happen tonight, and we've got the perfect view!"

Patton snuggled close to Logan as a cold breeze swept through the forest, and Logan took out a fluffy blanket to wrap around them, clearing his throat a bit as he began to blush. The wind through his hair, the hand on his chest - god, why is he so cute without even trying? Patton smirked. "Got a frog in your throat, Lo?" Patton asked. "Or is my cute little nerd getting flustered?"

"Nothing... it's just- you look beautiful tonight."

They both grabbed sodas and clinked in cheers as the meteor shower started, Patton nuzzling closer to Logan's chest as the shimmering stars passed across the dark sky. "Wow, they're beautiful."

"You know, they say that meteors are like shooting stars." Logan said. "Anything you want to wish for, my love?"

"One thing." Patton said, then silence for a few moments.

"Are you gonna tell me?" Logan asked.

Patton smiled. "A man of science such as yourself should know the secrecy rule of shooting stars, Logan."

"Aw, but can I at least get a hint?" Logan asked. "If you want something, say the word and it's yours."

"I can give you something better than a hint."

"Wha-MPH!"

Patton pulled Logan by the collar as they locked lips, the glimmering stars showering down behind them. Patton's lips were so soft, and the kiss so sweet. Logan's face went red as a tomato as the fact that they were kissing right now went through his brain, with the fact that it was his first kiss made his brain go in circles.

When Patton pulled away, Logan's glasses and shirt were awry, his words mumbled, and his face flushed as red as a firetruck. He could only mumble a few words, and they barely made sense. "Sorry for the sudden kiss like that, I... I was just wanting to do that for a while, and-"

"No, no, it's fine." Logan said, snapping out of his daze and fixing his glasses. "It was, quite enjoyable actually. I've... never really been kissed before." Logan said, his blush deepening.

"Oh?" Patton said. "Well, I'm glad. I promise - no more kissing without a warning, okay?"

"T-thank you." Logan said, getting his bearings back for a few moments, his mind still on the kiss. "Uhm... Pat?"

"Yes, Lo?"

"C-could you kiss me again?"

"Of course, my cute nerd."

Needless to say, that was not the last kiss they shared that night.

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serpent-squad · 6 years

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Mutual Attraction |Part 2| Fangs Fogarty

Part 1 | Part 3

Pairing: Fangs Fogarty x Reader

Summary: As the merger of the two high schools in Riverdale commence, the serpents are determined to take full advantage of this opportunity. Fangs in particular has decided to dive head first into a ‘normal’ lifestyle. As he sees Y/N around Riverdale High School, he’s instantly intrigued. Will she feel the same? Will it progress past glances in the hallway? Will their love be deemed star crossed before it even begins?

Word count: 4535. If this is too long, let me know?

A/N: I’m really loving writing this fic. I hope you all are loving it too. Any feedback or critique is welcomed. Please! I’m trying to grow as a writer so it’s all appreciated! @sweet-fogarty-topaz requested a prompt from this list and I turned it into a short fic. The prompt part is coming soon :) I promise.

*If anyone wants to be tagged in the other parts, let me know! Or if you just want to be added to a tag list in general, as I plan on writing other fics and such for Riverdale after I finish this one!

Fangs is working at Pop’s but why? What could this serpent possibly want to do at Pop’s? Y/N couldn’t wrap her mind around it, she was speechless. As Fangs emerged from the back in the white Pop’s uniform, Y/N couldn’t help but notice how devilishly handsome he looked. The white button up shirt hugged close to his toned body, causing his biceps to bulge around the too tight sleeves. Even that ridiculous hat couldn’t make him look bad, Y/N rolled her eyes as she laughed to herself at the thought.

“Enjoying the view, Princess?”, the lengthy serpent mocked with a smirk.

“Excuse m-”, Y/N was cut off before she could defend herself.

“I’m Sweet Pea. Fangs’ best friend.”, Sweet Pea extended a hand.

“Uhm one of his best friends”, coughed the pink haired serpent, “I’m Toni.”

“Do you guys need anything?”, Y/N asked obviously confused as to why they were speaking to her.

“Calm down Northie. We won’t hurt you.”, Sweet Pea replied knowing it would make her nervous.

“Don’t call me that!”, sneered Y/N shooting the lengthy serpent a glare.

“Well maybe if we knew your name we could call you something else?”, smiled Toni trying to make Sweet Pea back off.

“I’m Y/N. I’m sorry…. I don’t mean to come off rude. Just most people don’t care to get to know me”, Y/N stared blankly as Fangs approaches the group.

“Guys can you stop bugging my coworker please. Eat or leave.”, he explains.

Sweet Pea and Toni take the hint and head back to their booth.

“I’m really sorry about them. they mean well. I promise.”, he says.

“It’s okay. They weren’t bugging me,” Y/N smiles nervously.

Why does he do this to me? Just being near him makes my heart beat two times faster than normal. Pop Tate approaches the two.

“Alight. Fangs you will be training back in the kitchen for a while. You two will be working the same shift, mostly six pm to two am. So later tonight once we slow down, Y/N I want you to show Fangs the ropes for cleaning the tables and the lobby. He’s going to be your new bus boy, so you don’t have to wait tables and clean up afterwards by yourself. ”

Great. Just when you thought you were going to make it through this, Pop drops another bomb on you. Fangs would be the busboy assigned to help clean your tables. You would be alone with Fangs (along with one cook in the back) when things slowed down around one am. Your chest began to tighten at the thought of what could happen, but you shook those thoughts from your brain.

FANGS POV

First thing about Pop’s: these uniforms absolutely suck. I feel like a complete idiot and Sweet Pea didn’t miss the opportunity to make sure I knew it.

“Dude what the actual hell is that on your head?”, Pea stated before busting out laughing. Toni slaps Pea across the back of the head.

“Stop bothering him. He’s our working boy! He’s growing up, Pea!”, Toni stated over dramatizing the reaction.

“I thought I already told the both of you to leave?”, Fangs said before leaving his two best friends behind.

Sweet Pea and Toni had already bothered everyone in Pop’s enough, including Y/N. I apologized on behalf of my friends but she claims they didn’t bother her.

“But still, they’re my friends so I know how they can be.”, I tell her.

“No, they actually seemed nice.”, Y/N uttered under her breath.

“Nice? Sweet Pea? You sure you aren’t sick or something? You need to see a doctor?”, I explain as I lean the back of my hand on her forehead.

Y/N lets out a minuscule giggle as a genuine smile spreads across her lips and her nose crinkles in response. God that smile really takes my breath away.

Y/N seems to catch herself, and slips back into a more serious manner.

“No but really Fangs. Your friends were nothing but nice to me. You don’t have to go beat them up, no worries.”, Y/N smiled.

“Oh, I will. Anyone messes with you let me know! Even if it is that string bean.”, I joked hoping to see that smile again.

Y/N just laughs before walking away. I can tell Y/N still seems extremely uncomfortable, I know we’ve never hung out or aren’t what you’d call ‘friends’, but I hope she isn’t distressed or scared that I’ll be working here. I’ll have to show her I mean well.

Once I talked to Pop and figured out my schedule, I was elated to learn I’d be working the same shifts as Y/N. After adoringly glancing at her for months, I would truly get the chance to get to know her and I had an excuse to now. After going through the ropes in the kitchen, the cook instructed me that I was done for tonight. I checked my phone, 12:07 am and the diner was dead, before going to find Y/N. She was leaned against the diner’s windows, looking out into the dark streets.

“Waiting for your knight in shining armor to come sweep his princess off her feet?”, I chuckled at my joke. Y/N spun around and threw the dish towel she had been holding towards me before glaring in my direction.

“Hey! I’m only joking! Please have mercy your highness.” Y/N finally let a smile crack her glaring expression.

“No more or that’ll be off with your head!”, Y/N declared with a smirk spreading across her face.

I couldn’t contain myself and hunched over with laughter at the sight of her going along with my joke.

“Alright that’s enough. I’m supposed to be teaching you how to clean. Let’s get to it.”, Y/N explained.

Y/N’s POV

I’ve not even spent a whole shift with Fangs and he has me laughing and blabbering on like an idiot. Showing him how to bus a table and clean the lobby was nothing. Collectively it would probably take about thirty minutes, after all it’s not rocket science. Which only meant—we’d have at least two hours to kill together in this diner, with the few late-night stragglers that come in. Usually a certain dark-haired boy wearing a beanie, and as of lately a similar serpent jacket to Fangs’. Not many people would be out this late, seeing as Riverdale isn’t considered the safest place anymore. Trying to make small talk is painful for me to do usually, but with Fangs talking just comes so easy. After showing him what to do I went behind the counter to check my phone. 12:46 am. A few minutes later, I didn’t notice Fangs slip onto the stool across me.

“There’s no one in here. Is it usually this way after the rush?”, he asks.

“Yeah pretty much. We have our busy nights, the weekend, of course. But the weeks we only usually get the regular few.”

“So, we have a while until two. Tell me your story, Y/N.”, Fangs said.

“My story?”, I asked quizzically.

“Yeah. I want to know about you, I mean only if you’re comfortable telling me. We’re going to be coworkers and it seems like we’ll be spending a lot of time together… Here, how about you ask me anything you want to know first?”, Fangs crossed his arms and leaned forward on the counter top.

Why does he want to know about me? I’ve had questions about this mysterious serpent since the first day I saw him at school, but I never thought I’d get the opportunity to ask him.

“I have things I’m curious about…” I trailed off, “but I don’t want to offend you.”, I murmured

“Sweetheart. I doubt you could offend me. For you? I’m an open book. Ask away!”, Fangs smiled sweetly at me.

“Why’d you join the serpents?”, I blurt it out before I can even give it another thought. “If that questions off limits I understand, it might be too personal.”

“No! The more personal the questions the better. I told you I want to get to know you. Not just some superficial front you put on for everyone, the real you. So, it’s only fair you know the real me.”, Fangs smiled before he started.

How does he know that? We’re strangers, yet he can tell that I put on a front with everyone.

“It all started back in eighth grade, believe it or not. I moved to Riverdale that year and into Sunnyside trailer park. I was super bummed about a new school with new people. I was going to be ‘the new kid’ and I knew what that came with. And exactly what I expected happened. I was bullied on the regular just because I was a new kid, no one wanted to get to know me. I was alone…”, Fangs said through his downcast gaze.

“Don’t feel ashamed. You were just a kid and they were jerks. But what does that have to do with the serpents?”, I ask.

“It has everything to do with it. Being alone on the southside of town practically puts a target on your back. I’m embarrassed that I let myself be a victim of bullying, but it helped build me into who I am today. And I may not be perfect but I wouldn’t have my life any other way Y/N. The serpents are a gang yes, but they’re my family. One day I was ganged up on by a bunch of kids in an older grade. I didn’t know at the time but a certain tall string bean saw what happened that day, and he got a group of his friends to go find those guys. The next day at school Sweet Pea approached me and we’ve been best friends ever since. All he told me was that he got some friends to take care of those guys. Sweet pea couldn’t hide that he was in a gang, I knew but I didn’t want to assume. He told me about him being a part of the serpents and we talked about it, and he told me that they could provide me with what I was looking for.”, he said.

I just watched Fangs as he broke down and told me about his past. I could tell he felt vulnerable telling me this, although I was glad he trusted me to let his guard down.

“Sweet Pea? He has feelings? He cared about some innocent boy being bullied?” I mocked Fangs earlier expression of disbelief when I told him Sweet Pea was nice to me.

“Yeah yeah yeah, make all the fun you want. But Sweet Pea knew I wanted the sense of loyalty that came with the serpents. My family life at home has never been great, don’t get me wrong my parents are there, but they aren’t super invested in my life and they don’t even pretend to care.”, Fangs said, “The day before I started initiation Toni told me ‘You join us, you gotta be willing to die for us. Because we will for you.’ And I realized right there that’s what I wanted. This was going to be my life, this would be my family.”, Fangs finished nodding his head as he stared waiting for my reaction.

“Wow… I-I don’t know what to say Fangs”, was all I could say.

This guy had just poured so much heart and true feelings out in front of me. Maybe he wasn’t at all like what I expected.

“Disappointed that it’s not some badass fighting story?”, Fangs chuckled.

“No, not at all. I’m just surprised, that’s all. I wasn’t expecting you to reveal all this.”

“Like I said Y/N, I want to get to know you. It’s only fair you know the real me.”, Fangs said as he reached his hand across the table to grab mine. “But don’t go telling anyone, I have a bad ass reputation to keep up!”, Fangs smirked.

“Of course. Anything you tell me stays with me. My lips are sealed.”, I smiled as I zipped my lips shut.

I was utterly surprised. This guy who I saw to be this bad ass serpent had opened up to me and told me about his past.

“Well how about you?”, Fangs interrupted my thoughts.

“Compared to you, I’m boring. What you see is what you get mostly. I have my secrets and my demons just like any normal person.”, I shrugged.

“What about your family? What are they like?”, he asked.

I hesitated before deciding it was only right. I wanted to get to know him too whether I would admit it or not. And besides it was nice to have someone to talk to.

“They try, but most nights it’s constant fighting. Yelling, throwing things, and breaking stuff around the house. That’s actually why I prefer to work these shifts. By the time I’m home, they’re both usually asleep. And that’s the only time they aren’t at each other’s throats.”, I said. Before Fangs could reply I start again, “they like to act like everything is perfect to an outsider looking in. Just like most typical ‘northside’ families. It makes me sick to even be out in public with them and see them put on the act.”

And just like that I had told this practical stranger about something I’ve never told anyone else in Riverdale. But yet it felt good to tell him, it wasn’t forced. The words just flooded out.

“Damn. I’m sorry about them fighting and stuff. I know how it feels to be around all the time.”, he said.

“It was harder when I was younger. Now I try to avoid it mostly, and that’s working pretty well for me.”, I shrug.

“But what about friends? You’re from the northside, but I never see you with Betty or Cheryl or any of them..”

As I hear him say those names, I can’t help but laugh a little causing fangs puzzled expression.

“I try to steer clear of that crowd all together. I talk to Jughead from time to time here and we say hello in passing at school, but that’s pretty much it. I try to be cordial with everyone I come across though. And I may live on the northside but I prefer not to identify with sides. I’m just Y/N Y/L/N, an average girl that just blends into the background.”, I say.

“Don’t sell yourself short. From the first day I was at Riverdale I noticed you. You are anything but average Y/N”, Fangs smiles sheepishly.

I felt my face flush red. He noticed me and had remembered it. Was he flirting with me? No way. No way. He’s just being nice. Reaching out to the loner girl with no friends. Don’t get your hopes up Y/N.

The conversation pretty much winded down from there as it was almost time for us to leave. Both of you had revealed information about your past to each other. You felt a weight lifted off your shoulders. You had finally opened up to someone and it was a person you least expected, but you felt like you were on cloud nine.

Fangs and I started sharing more with each other as we got to spend additional time together. Weeks had past and I cherished our nights together and would look forward to them everyday at school. Watching the clock tick by until finally it was time to leave school and then shortly I could be heading towards Pop’s to see the guy I was falling head over heels for.

At first our communication started and ended at work, saying our goodbyes as we left the diner when the next shift came to release us, with an unspoken promise of seeing each other the next night. Until one day at school Fangs flashed me that striking smile as we exchanged glances and he started walking towards where I stood at my locker.

“You aren’t worried about what being seen with me would do for your bad boy reputation?”, I snicker.

“I couldn’t care less what these idiots think about me. I’ll still be a bad boy, just a bad boy that missed you Y/N.”, Fangs grinned as he leaned back against the locker next to mine.

Am I hearing correctly? Fangs just said he missed me. I’m freaking out on the inside, but I have to keep it together. Play it cool.

“You can’t resist me huh?”, I wiggled my eyebrows at the serpent while closing my locker.

“Not in the slightest bit.”

And with that I left Fangs leaning against the lockers in the hallway as I walked towards my next class. Looking over my shoulder I see Fangs seemingly beaming face with smiling eyes. Could I possible have this effect on him?

FANGS’ POV

Leaning against the lockers I caught myself smiling like an idiot. Man was I in deep with this one. Y/N isn’t like the other girls in Riverdale. These last few weeks we’ve really gotten a chance to get close and I love the nights we share together, just talking about any and everything. At first, I thought I was in control, I figured this was some stupid crush and it would pass. But as I sit here smiling to myself over the simple conversation we just shared I realized she was what I needed. Someone who could make me forget where I came from and someone who could make me love before I ever realized I was falling. I was interrupted from my reflection by a loud banging ringing through my ear.

“Holy shit Pea. What’s your problem?”, I shout.

“Nothing, just waking lover boy from his day dream.”, Pea laughed.

“Hey, knock it off Sweet pea. Don’t be jealous.”, Toni poked.

“Guys there’s nothing to be jealous of. I was just waiting for you and saw her, decided to say hello. It’s not a crime to talk to other people, ya know.”, I grimace.

“Okay cut the shit Fangs. We know you better than anyone in this school, hell better than anyone in this town. You’ve got it bad for Y/N.”, Toni states crossing her arms, “Why can’t you just admit it?”

“Seriously dude. We’ve seen the way you guys have looked at each other since day one at Pop’s. What are you waiting on? Better hurry fast, before one of these bulldogs finally pounce.”, Pea teased.

“She would never go for any of those imbeciles. “, I mutter in a hush tone as I twist my ring.

“Fangs we’re telling you because we care about you. And besides, we like Y/N. We’ve seen you two together at Pop’s and she’d be good for you. Anyone that’s good to our boy is a friend of ours.”, Toni reassures as she pats Pea on the back as if to get him to agree. He nods his head in agreement.

“Okay I’ll tell her tonight once things slow down. I just don’t want to scare her anyway. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a connection like this with someone and I don’t want to fuck shit up.”, I confess

“Take it from another girl, I’ve seen the way she looks at you. Besides you can’t hold this kind of stuff in, you’ll be left thinking ‘what if’ for the rest of your life, and that’s just not a way to live. And like Pea said, I know it would kill you to see Y/N with someone else.”, Toni stated.

“Plus, you’re a damn smoke show dude.”, Sweet Pea winked at me through laughter.

“Stop flirting with me you string bean. I’m flattered but I’m off the market.”, I said as we erupted with laughter and headed down the hallway to class.

This day seemed to drag on perpetually. I tried to pay attention in class but all I could think about was Y/N. I found myself daydreaming of her mesmerizing eyes, the way she bites her bottom lip when she’s nervous or confused, and the enticing curves of her body. But most importantly the way her nose wrinkles when she smiles or laughs, the way she even snorts sometimes when she laughs too hard, or how she can just blabber on for hours about the things she’s most passionate about. Never did I expect to fall so suddenly like this.

As the school day finally comes to an end, it was time to head over to Pop’s. I waited outside in the parking lot for Toni and Sweet Pea like I do every day as I saw Y/N walking towards me.

“Hey Fangs! Waiting on the other two parts of the trio?”, Y/N smiled as she held her notebook to her chest.

“Yep, waiting on my serpents in crime.”, I chimed as a smirk spread across my lips. Just then Sweet Pea and Toni come up behind Y/N.

“Hello loveb-”, Sweet Pea starts before Toni cuts him off, “Hey guys! How are you Y/N?”, Toni says as she stares daggers into Sweet Pea.

“Uh I’m okay.”, Y/N replies as she narrows her eyes towards me as if to ask what’s up with those two. “How about you guys?”, Y/N continues.

“We’re great.”, Toni smiles.

“Alright well I have to be going. Gotta get ready for work tonight. It was nice seeing you guys again. I’ll see you tonight Fangs!”, Y/N says as she walks towards her car.

“Oh yes you will!”, Sweet Pea calls out to her, luckily his words fell on deaf ears.

“Sweet Pea so help me, if you don’t drop it. I told you I’m telling her tonight and I’d like it if you didn’t tell her before I got the chance.”, I sneered.

“He’s done. Good luck tonight Fangs. You have to come see us tonight at the Whyte worm after your shift and tell us more about how in love you two are.”, Toni pats my back before heading to her motorcycle. Sweet Pea is making kissy faces at me as I got on my motorcycle to head home so I could get ready for tonight.

The night went by as usual, same customers, same food, and same dead diner by about one thirty. I decide now was time, we had thirty minutes left and I needed to suck it up and tell her. As I swallow the lump that had formed in my throat, I cough in attempt to clear it and get Y/N’s attention.

“Can I talk to you about something, Y/N?”, I asked fidgeting with the pen in my hand.

“Yeah! Of course. You should know by now you can talk to me about anything Fangs.”, Y/N replies with that warm inviting smile plastered on her lips as she continued cleaning the counter.

“It’s a little more complicated than that. Can we sit down?”, I asked shuffling over to her side and avoiding eye contact.

“Yeah, yeah of course.”, She nods before pointing me towards a booth in the empty diner.

We sit there in complete silence for a moment as I try to gather my words. Fidgeting with the ring on my finger as my gaze is fixed on anything but her. Being this nervous wasn’t me, I didn’t know how to deal with it. But telling Y/N how I truly feel terrifies me, because she has all the power to destroy me.

“Okay… I’m just going to start because if I don’t do this now, I’ll be a mess. Look I like you Y/N, and not in like a best friends’ way, in like a I want you to be mine way. You’re absolutely breathtakingly beautiful but it’s more than that. These last few weeks you’ve really showed me what it’s feels like to be alive. You ignite something inside of me that I’ve never felt, you give me these stupid butterflies that I’m not used to, and you just make happier than I’ve ever been. I love talking to you, spending long nights alone with you, and just being around you makes me feel like some giddy boy. I’ve thought of you to be something special since I saw you in the halls the first day of the merger, and these last few weeks have confirmed that. I just want you to know these feelings are real, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. I want this, I want us.”, I said as I stumbled over my words. Just hoping I could convey my feelings appropriately.

Y/N’s POV

As I ran my fingers through my hair, I tried to think of what to say. All I could come up with was a barely audible, “Fangs…”.

Fangs just told me what I had wanted for so long. For months I had been longingly admiring this gorgeous guy, and now he’s right in front of me confessing his feelings. I should be overwhelmed with happiness right now, but why does this feel wrong? The little demon inside my head screams ‘C'mon, this could never work. I mean sure, you can talk and be yourselves in Pop’s when no one’s around. But you two wouldn’t work. You’d be fine a few months tops, but then shortly meet your crippling doom. You’d be left heart broken and be all alone again’ As much as it breaks my heart too admit it, I think my insecurities and doubt in the back of my mind are right. I must protect this friendship if I want to keep Fangs in my life for the long run. No matter how much it hurts me to admit it, I’d rather him stay my friend if that meant I could keep him in my life.

“Fangs you really have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say that. I’ve been crushing over you since the day you stepped foot into Riverdale high, and these last few weeks have been incredible. I love spending time with you, and I’ve never had such a genuine connection with anyone. I’m really grateful for you… because if it wasn’t for you I’d still be alone. I was alone before you came into my life and now I finally have someone. Someone I can be myself around, someone I feel comfortable around, someone that knows all my darkness but likes me anyways. But we’d never work…”, I say struggling to get each word out.

“What do you mean?”, he asked through his now clenched jaw.

“Us. We can talk and be ourselves inside Pop’s when we’re alone, but that world out there would never accept us. We’re from two separate worlds and that would ultimately destroy any chance we had together. I want you more than anything, but I can’t lose you in the long run Fangs.”, I say blinking back tears.

“Y/N that’s not true. We would make it work, I want to do that, for you–”, I cut him off before he can finish.

“Fangs I’m sorry… I care about you too much to ever lose you. I’m doing this for our friendship…I-I’m sorry”, I struggle through the words before getting up and walking towards the back.

I couldn’t let him see me cry. I had to do this. I had to put our friendship before my selfish feelings. No matter how much I wanted to just wrap Fangs in my arms and kiss his lips after he confessed his feelings to me, I just couldn’t. As I heard the bell above the diner’s door ring, I peered out the kitchen window and into the lobby. I saw the door sway shut and scanned the lobby, no sign of Fangs. All that was left was his apron and hat placed on the booth.

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artful-mimicry · 2 years

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Walking up to Wes' tent, not even sure if he was asleep or not, not even sure if he was ready to do this, just unsure of everything at this point, he figured that he'd might as well wing it, and do what he did best as a scientist. Run into everything headfirst and hope you gather information on something you haven't done before. He cleared his throat and started his little ramble. "W..Wes? I.. I'm not entirely sure if you can. Hear me, but I have something to say." He stopped speaking for a second, avoiding to look at the tent flap and brushing a hand against the back of his neck. "I was simply curious if.. You'd accept this gift. I know how much you like flowers, and I certainly tried to pick the best ones I could find, I tried doing research but there's not much else other than Wickerbottom's books, and that more so studied the science aspect of plantation rather than it's meaning.. "

"...So, uhm.. Take this bouquet, however you will. And I will simply be on my way, if you.. Ever need me, of course, I'm either at my science corner or in my tent." Said bouquet in mention had a variety of red and pink roses, red and white chrysanthemums, although there were some rather.. Odd ones like a begonia and of course, a yellow chrysanthemum and two yellow carnations. [@cease-starvation]

Wes was sitting in his tent. He heard Wilson approach, and sure he really would've loved to come out and greet him, but the sound of the scientist's nerves refrained him from getting up and startling him. Of course, his gift was a little on the nose for Valentine's day, a bit more obvious than maybe he would have liked.

But he listened carefully, hearing the bouquet be rested outside the tent door. He found the sentiment sweet. Being versed in the language of flowers, it was a blessing, but he knew not everyone could have that.

Once Wilson had finished his rambling, he did step out of his tent, careful of the bouquet as he picked it up. Carefully examining the flowers in it, identifying each one almost methodically.... He wanted to laugh. As heartfelt as the bouquet was, he wanted to laugh! The flowers were lovely, they were vibrant in color, and many of his favorites... But the meanings, they didn't line up.

The mime knew Wilson didn't mean to offend, using flowers that symbolized rejection, warning, or sorrow. But it was a little funny to see in a bouquet that otherwise represented a confession of love. It wasn't something everyone knew... Maybe he could teach the scientist about that. It would be nice, wouldn't it?

#ic #wes: [silly goose.]

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welovekpopscenarios · 7 years

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Coincidence Pt. 2 (Jimin x Reader)

Admin: Mimi

Prompt/Ask: coincidence was so good jshdj i was wondering if you'll make a chapter 2

So, the guy you slept with is your new lecturer? Ok. This shouldn’t be awkward. At all. Nope.

Fandom: BTS

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Warnings: language, smut

Word Count: 7814 (WHOOPS)

Authors Note: HO BOI IT’S FINALLY DONE. I am so so sorry for the wait, and that I haven’t been putting out fics as fast as I used to, but I’ve spent ages on this one and I am drained lmao. And what makes this even more special, ‘Coincidence Pt. 1’ surpassed 500 notes! I’m so happy that many of you enjoyed my story and thankful to everyone who read it! So without further ado, here is the (long ass) sequel for Coincidence. As always, let me know if there are errors, and happy reading!

- PART 1 -

- PART 3 -

- BONUS -

It felt as if this hour long lecture would never fucking end.

That’s all it was. One hour. But it felt as if time suddenly slowed, moving at an agonising snail’s pace, and it slowed because of one individual in the class who entered with a smile that morphed into a devilish smirk as soon as he made eye contact with you.

Jimin – or Mr. Park, as he were to be called now, was now your new literature professor until Ms’ Abbot returned from her maternity leave, which most likely will be until next year, seeing as she left just at the start of the second half of the year.

In other circumstances, this wouldn’t have affected you. He was just a lecturer, doing his job. You were a student, studying to get a career. The usual.

The fact that you slept with said lecturer the night before was an interesting addition to the situation, certainly. Jimin didn’t help this fact back glancing at you occasionally with narrowed eyes and the corner of his lip turned up ever so slightly, ever so cockily. And you hated how each miniscule peek would not fail to let those annoying butterflies in your tummy go wild, would not fail at causing heat to rush to your face as you just wanted to bury your head in your bag like an ostrich to sand, would not fail at making you feel as giddy as a little girl on her birthday.

To further add to your torment, your friend would not stop looking back and forth between the two of you with knowing eyes and a humorous glint in her eyes, finding humour at your expense.

Poor you.

Finally, finally, the clock struck 12 and like Cinderella (without the dress, glass slippers and rodent helpers) you ran out of the lecture hall as fast as you could, nearly tripping over your shoelaces, ducking your head to avoid the looks your got from others as you rushed past them.

Especially the one who practically seared holes into your form as you left.

Your friend fought through the crowd to catch up with you and question exactly what the fuck was happening, because it was obvious from the way Mr. Park was looking at you that he was interested in nothing else but you.

Reaching the cafeteria in no time, you headed over to one of the quieter tables near the side of the floor to ceiling window overlooking the vast campus of the college. You sat down with a huff, rubbing at your temples as your friend plopped into the seat across from yours, laying her bag on the table and fixing you with a pointed stare – one that clearly said she wanted answers.

You sighed and folded your arms in front of you, returning her gaze wearily.

“Alright, where do I start?”

“Well,” she began, “you can start by telling me what the hell happened last night,” she advised. And so, you were quiet for a moment, recollecting your thoughts as to how you were going to explain what happened last night in the simplest way. Mistaking your silence for hesitance, she continued, “I mean, nothing bad could have happened, right? You’re not the type to sleep around or mess with people, so really, nothing crazy would have happened when I left you last night. You looked like you were having fun,” she reasoned.

If you could have somehow converted ‘: )))))’ into actual words, or even a proper expression on your face at that moment, you would have in a heartbeat. It would have been easier than explaining that you had a sudden change of personality last night for the only man who was capable of causing it. The one man who now happens to be teaching your literature class.

“Uh, well. Uhm,” you stammered, desperate to get out actual words than nonsensical sounds that seem to be the only thing your mouth can form at the moment. Your friend just stared at you as if you were performing some weird dance before her eyes, ready to get up and get you a bottle of water since you looked like you were struggling to even breathe let alone speak, until you groaned and slid further down your seat, hands covering your face as you mumbled something.

“I’m sorry, what? I didn’t hear you,” she apologised, and leaned over the table to hear you better.

You kept your face hidden, and tried again, slightly louder this time.

“I….with….” you repeated, but it still did not reach your friends ears.

“My god, Y/N, I really can’t hear you when you’re whispering like that. And it’s even worse since the cafeteria is full. Just tell me,” she implored, and you gave a miniscule sigh before shifting the hands on your face so that while your eyes were covered, your mouth wasn’t.

“I had sex with him,” you whispered, and awaited your friends reaction, world still in darkness thanks to the hands on your eyes, as if you could hide away from the embarrassment.

Silence.

An uncomfortable silence, your friend was always one to talk and be chatty and loud. So the silence was unexpected, and you peeked from behind your hands to catch a glimpse of her face.

She was frozen in shock, jaw hanging open and staring at you as if you grew an extra head in the time that passed since the conversation started.

She recovered after a few seconds, and in the worst way possible she broke the silence and returned to her boisterous personality.

“Oh my god, you fucked the new professor?!” she exclaimed and you sat up quickly with wide eyes, hands covering her mouth as you looked around, praying that no one heard her. Seeing no heads turn your way, you fixed her with a glare.

“Would you be quiet? I don’t want everyone to know, thank you very much!” you snapped, and she nodded frantically, prying your hands off her face.

“Oh wow, you actually had sex with him? With a stranger?” she questioned, and you had to keep from rolling your eyes. You weren’t that quiet, were you?

“Yes, I did,” you retorted, and scratched at your head. “I really enjoyed being with him and, I don’t know, I just…invited him in. He was interested, I was interested, and…”

“One thing lead to another?” she snorted in disbelief, and you gave a slight chuckle and the cliché phrase.

“Yeah. One thing lead to another,” you imitated, and the two of you sat in silence once more. She laughed after a while.

“What the hell happened to my best friend in a few hours?” she wondered and you scoffed in response, eyeing the table instead of her. A small smile made its way to your face as you recalled the events of last night, a smile your friend didn’t miss.

“So,” she announced, “you’re going to tell me everything. And I mean everything. Don’t leave out any gory details.”

You grimaced at that. “I’m going to leave some details out,” you said, and she gave a quick sigh before muttering ‘yeah, yeah, I’ll get those details someday’ before moving her hands in a ‘get on with it’ motion.

And so, you retold the tale of your night with Park Jimin, from start to finish, leaving out explicit details to stop any perverted comments, and finished the story at when you woke up that morning. Your friend said nothing when you concluded your story, instead, she stood up and stretched, gesturing for you to follow her outside.

Stepping out through the doors of the cafeteria, you take a deep breath, inhaling the sweet spring air. The leaves on the trees around you were regaining their colour, and the campus was becoming more colourful and lively in preparation for summer. You both walked in silence towards benches near the science buildings, taking a seat and just taking in the air around you.

She looks over in your direction and catches your eye when you turn your head towards her, a strange smile playing on her lips. Like she knows something you don’t.

“What,” you ask her, eyeing her wearily. She was definitely hiding something.

“Nothing!” she beams too innocently, “Just wondering, what are you gonna do now?”

“Uh…I don’t know. Avoid literature to save myself from repeated deaths from embarrassment?” you reply sarcastically. “Why? What do you think I should do?”

She hums. “Oh, I don’t know. I just figured you should think of a solution fast, since Mr. Park is walking over here now.” And with that, she gathers up her things, making to leave and let you face your doom alone. What are friends for?

Whipping your head around, you find she was telling the truth. Jimin was heading in your direction – actually, heading towards you, specifically, and you reached out to grasp at your friend’s wrist to beg her not to leave but she was out of reach at that point, sending a wink over her shoulder at you before walking away.

Passing by Jimin, she sent a polite ‘hello’, to which he replied with a nod and a small smile, before training his eyes directly on yours now (eyes which were nearly popping out of your skull).

Jimin strode up to you with a shy smile, a contrast to the man in the classroom when he had been in a superior position. You return a nervous smile of your own, nails scratching at the material of your jeans in your lap. You flush when he approaches, and you offer the seat next to you. He sits down, closer than one normally would, and the proximity is enough to make your head spin just like last night.

Jimin grins at you, those beautiful eyes of his lost as his lids form a crescent shape, and his smile is bright enough the blind you. He looks just as good as last night, dressed smart yet casually for work in a plain t shirt and jeans. A combo overlooked by most other, but one that almost makes you drool and wonder why he wasn’t a model instead of a teacher. But maybe that was the lovestruck girl inside you saying that.

Maybe.

“Hey Y/N,” he begins coolly (but it was fake, Jimin spent the better half of the lunch break working up the nerve to even text you, let alone seek you out, and he spent a further ten minutes psyching himself up and going through what he was going to say to you when he noticed you walking around campus).

“Hey, Jimin…” you return quietly, too nervous to look him in the eye so you settle for looking at your surroundings.

And then it’s quiet. And it’s awkward. So very awkward. It’s as though there’s a barrier between the two of you, one that definitely was not there last night. It felt horrible, but you didn’t know how to act now, especially with the knowledge that he is your lecturer for the next few months.

Likewise, Jimin had trouble coming up with something to say (again, but this time he didn’t have the luxury of freaking out in private). His mouth opened only to close once again, and he sighed through his nose, running a hand through his hair.

Finally, you spoke up, bringing to light the only thing running through your mind since Jimin entered that class this morning.

“So…you never told me you were a professor,” you commented, and saw Jimin wince out of the corner of your eye. He gave an awkward laugh, attempting to lighten the situation, before stopping when you didn’t follow suit.

“You never told me you were a student here,” he countered, and you looked at him at that. He had a slight furrow to his brows, but other than that, his face was relaxed, seemingly unbothered by the taboo situation at hand between the two of you.

You gaped, tongue heavy in your mouth before you choked out “how come education never came up in our conversation? Of all things?”

Jimin did laugh at that observation, offering a shrug in response.

“I don’t know, actually. I guess I was just too distracted getting to know the real you than the you that others see,” he admitted smoothly, and your face burned hotter than any sun in the galaxy. How could he just say things like that? And so effortlessly at that? (Ha. ‘Effortlessly.’ Pity you didn’t realise that when Jimin folded his arms across his chest, it was to hide his hands that were clammy and slightly shaky after that comment.)

“O-Oh, well,” you stuttered, at a loss for words. The man could simply breathe in your direction and it would be enough to make you weak at the knees while simultaneously firing up your body better than any drug. Just how could one man do this? You only knew him for a few hours, at best!

Jimin coughed and dropped his gaze to his lap, his nervous disposition appearing again, his cool front fraying at the edges because of one girl who made his whole existence brighter with just a look.

“I wanted to apologise for running out on you this morning,” he starts. You furrow your brow. You know why he did it, he had a job to get to (evidently).

“It’s fine, Jimin, don’t worry,” you reply, and his name sounds like honey dripping from your lips. No other girl has made his heart beat as fast as you, cause the nicest pain in his chest when he thinks of you. You could tell him ‘fuck off’ in this moment, and he would thank any gods above for gracing him with your presence. Please don’t tell him to fuck off, though. He doesn’t know if he could stand the rejection, and the thought sends a chill through him. He doesn’t understand his feelings properly, not at all. But he knows he wants more of these feelings that only you can bring. He’s raptured with you, and he wants you.

“I felt terrible though. I would never do that to someone, especially someone like you,” he objected, flickering his eyes up to meet yours. His breath hitched at the beauty of them, and he almost forgot what he was going to say before he mentally shook his head to get himself back on track. “So, I was hoping you could give me another chance,” he asked.

You stared at him, slightly confused, before replying “what did you have in mind?”

Jimin smiled slyly with a coating of sugary sweetness that left you both perplexed and excited.

“I was hoping to make good on my offer of taking you out for coffee,” he announces, and your tummy twists in thrill. “I meant what I wrote. I really enjoyed being with you last night. And…I was hoping that I could get to know you even more.” He really does. He can’t describe it, but there is this inexplicable pull towards you, and he can’t resist, as if you have him wrapped around your pinkie finger (which you do, you definitely do).

You bow your head to look at your fingers which are fidgeting in your lap. Your hair shrouds your face, which you are grateful for, not wanting Jimin to see the giant grin on your face. You’re pretty sure if you open your mouth something devastatingly embarrassing or weird will come out, so you settle for nodding your head and mumbling ‘sure’.

Jimin’s shoulders deflate in relief, and an amazed chuckle escapes his lips. He feels impossibly giddy, and can almost feel his body start to vibrate from excitement and nerves. He unfolds his arms and rubs his hands against his thighs, a grin so wide plastered on his face it’s possible his face could crack.

“That’s great!” he gushed, nodding to himself. This was better than great, he didn’t expect you to want more. He was about to say more when he noticed the time on his wrist watch, and shot straight to his feet with a curse.

“I’m sorry, but I have to get to my next class,” he grimaces, and you wave off his apologies with a small smile. “I’ll text you later?” he wonders, and it’s hard not to miss the hopeful gleam in his eyes.

“Yeah. I can’t wait,” you blurt out and want to smack yourself. Calm down Y/N. But Jimin doesn’t laugh at you, but gives you the most beautiful, blinding grin possible, and you were positive fairies were about to arrive and fly around him.

“Me either,” he agrees, and starts walking backwards, offering a small wave in parting. “See you, Y/N.”

“See you, Jimin,” you replied, watching as he turned around and jogged back towards the centre of the campus.

Your grin didn’t leave your face the entire bus ride home, nor when you were eating dinner, nor when you were settling into bed, feeling lighter than you ever had before.

And it just got wider when you received a simple ‘hello 😊’ text from Jimin, and it even didn’t fade when your awoke groggily and exhausted after a night full of texting.

After agreeing to meet up on Friday afternoon at one of the quieter coffee shops in the city, the panic began to settle in.

The other lectures you had with Jimin were both awkward but amazing, considering any chance you had to see more of him was not an opportunity wasted. You just wished your friend would stop with the snickering whenever she caught Jimin stealing glances at you or favouring your opinions it class. She said he always looks at you with the dreamiest, lovestruck look on his face, but you don’t believe that. Even though you want it to be true.

But as the days progressed closer and closer to Friday, you grew nervous. What if he doesn’t like you as much as he thought? What if he regrets it? You couldn’t bare be in the same room with him if that was the case, your heart would hurt too much. There were also plenty of girls (and guys) who were interested in Jimin. I mean who wouldn’t be? It was Jimin for crying out loud – he was beautiful, sweet, charismatic, caring, the list goes on. Why would he want you when there were plenty of other people prettier and more interesting than you?

Your friend nearly ate your face off when you voiced your concerns to her, calling you crazy. Her ‘tough love’ methods shone through, yelling compliment after compliment at you, reasons why Jimin chose you, etc. It was oddly endearing, if not intense, but you appreciated her words all the same.

On Friday, your nerves were worse than ever. You thanked god you had a day off college, so you had plenty of time to prepare. But that ended up being worse than being busy, left to drown in your thoughts and anxiety before it was time to leave. So you readied yourself, prepped yourself up, and headed out the door.

Jimin offered to pick you up, but you declined. You didn’t want him to go out of his way for you, and besides, you figured the walk could help you clear your mind (it didn’t, you were still nervous as hell).

When you made your way to the coffee shop you were surprised to see Jimin already standing outside of it, considering you were at least ten minutes early. He was fidgeting; hands moving from his pockets, to pulling down the sleeves of jumper to his hair, running through the strands.

He looked nervous, and that set you slightly at ease. At least you weren’t the only one.

You strolled over to him and greeted him with a ‘hello’ and he nearly jumped out of his skin in response.

“Y/N! You’re here! You’re early,” he chirped and laughed awkwardly while he shifted his weight.

“So are you,” you countered, eyebrow raised in amusement.

“Ah, well, I just got here,” he smirked. Wow, Jimin should really stop lying to you, but he supposes it’s better to act cool than to let you know he sat in his car for ten minutes making sure everything was going to go smoothly as possible, he wasn’t going to fuck up, or scare you, or anything else embarrassing like that. Before you could make a comment, Jimin interrupted you. “Let’s head in! The coffee here is the best.”

He placed a hand on the small of your back, just like the other night, and ushered you into the shop. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and sweet baked goods immediately hit you, filling you with a sense of comfort. The coffee shop was quaint; warm hues of brown an cremes along the walls, dark mahogany tables and chairs spread throughout the area. Jimin led you to a table in a secluded corner of the shop, pulling out your chair for you like a gentleman.

“What would you like? My treat, of course,” he beamed, positively proud of himself.

“Oh, you don’t have to Jimin,” you started, “I can pay for myself, don’t trouble yourself.”

“I want to treat you,” he insisted, and you would argue more but he looks set on his decision, so you look at the list of coffees and treats on offer before relaying your order. He sends a wink your way and says he’ll be back soon, well enough since you’re burying your face in your hands.

You look around the café in the meantime, admiring the little ornaments and artwork hung on shelves. It seems like a popular café but you’ve come in at one of its quieter moments, only a few customers in the in the room, most who appear to be students like you. You make a mental note to come here again to relax when college becomes too much.

Jimin returned shortly after and placed your drink in front of you along with a little chocolate cake for you.

“Something sweet for an even sweeter girl,” he chuckled, and you snorted unattractively in response, quickly covering your mouth and thanking him for the cake. Jimin only smiled some more, thinking it was one of the (oddly) nicest sounds he’s ever heard, and saves it in the back of his mind for a rainy day.

“So, how was your day so far?” he asks once you’ve taken sips of your drinks.

Absolutely nerve-wracking you want to say. But instead you settle for “it’s been good, pretty boring but now it’s better. You?”

Wow, was Jimin blushing?

“Ah, it was ok. Classes kinda dragged on, I just wanted to be here with you all day,” he admits, and you would have gawked at the comment but it was the former half that caught your interest.

“Ah, yeah. Classes, because you’re a professor. At my college. In my class. Professor Park,” you stammer, and Jimin drops his gaze to his fingers resting on the dark wood of the table. He looks uneasy, and you almost regret bringing it up (that was not a face you wanted to see on Jimin, ever), but you wanted answers that have been plaguing your mind since that first class, so you persist and stay determined.

“Yeah…I’m sorry I didn’t tell you anything. I just didn’t expect you to be in my class, or the same college, to be honest. And since it didn’t come up in conversation, I just left it. I didn’t see a point in bringing it up, you know? We were having so much fun, I didn’t want to interrupt you when you were talking. I honestly could listen to you talk for hours,” he prattled, catching himself and giving a cough of humiliation.

“You’re a bit young for a professor, aren’t you?” you quizzed. Jimin barked out a laugh, skimming his fingers over the edge of his mug.

“Yeah, well. The college was looking for a replacement for Ms’ Abbot, and I had a degree. The college decided to take me in in the meantime while they looked for a more qualified replacement. I need the money and experience, so I took it,” he explained, and everything was clearer to you know. Yeah, that made sense.

“Kinda funny how it happened to be my class,” you comment in wry amusement, and he bobs his head in agreement.

“Doesn’t hurt though. I get to see your beautiful face every day, don’t I?” he smirks and you purse your lips to keep from screaming. How can he just say these things so casually? Doesn’t he understand he’s killing you on the inside?

“Sure, Jimin, if that’s what makes you happy,” you reply sarcastically, and Jimin’s face fades from a smirk to a smile brimming with warmth, gazing at you with a gleam in his eye you can’t discern.

“Yeah,” he breathed softly, “it really does.”

All you can do is stare in awe at his confession. Keep it up, Jimin, and he might just be able to make you spontaneously combust. Those butterflies that haven’t left since Jimin arrived agree with you, for they themselves are ready to be set alight with Jimin’s honeyed words.

The date was just as good as the night at the bar, if not better, for there was no difficulty in trying to be heard by the other because of the lively crowd. Instead, this was quiet, intimate, and it made your heart soar. It felt like it was just you and Jimin in the café, in the world, and with how incredibly close he was paying attention to you, hanging off every word you said, you might as well have been the only person in the world.

For you were the only one that mattered to him.

You had him hooked, and he doesn’t even want to try to escape.

That date set off a string of others, of varying degrees of excitement. He would take you to places such as the museum, book readings, restaurants, the local carnival, the park, anywhere and everywhere. And you loved every single one of them. They were full of nothing but laughter and bliss, young love in the air, and ended in kisses and hugs that warmed you better than any fire ever could. Every second you spent with Jimin, you fell harder and harder, to the point you were certain you were buried underneath everything Jimin, your own personal grave that you didn’t mind staying in, for Jimin was with you at all times.

During class times and college, you kept a low profile, sparing secret smiles you kept only for each other and quick words before and after class. You managed to brush off most of the questions your friend barrages you with, your business is your own and you only tell her what you want to share. That doesn’t stop her teasing, though, or even her protective side. Jimin had been perplexed when she stalked up to him one day as you were talking with him, warning him that if he so much as breaks your heart she’ll break his nose in kind, and Jimin assured her wholeheartedly that he had no intention of doing that. Ever.

Your favourite moments with Jimin, if you had to choose out of the many wonderful moments you’ve had these past few weeks, would be the time you’ve spent with him in either his apartment or yours. Those moments were relaxing for the both of you – hours upon hours spent cuddling and talking, or watching movies or reading together, even cooking together. It was just so…domestic. And it made you yearn for more of that lifestyle with Jimin. He made your days brighter by just existing, and slowly but surely, he brought you out of your shell, while sticking to your boundaries. And you couldn’t be more grateful for him. He was a missing piece in your life, and you don’t want to get rid of him.

It was on one of these nights you find yourself on Jimin’s couch, resting between his legs while his hands play with your hair, not paying much attention to the movie on the screen. You have never felt more content in your life, you would stay in this position for the rest of your life if you could. But Jimin had other plans for the night.

Since your ‘one night stand’, and since your first date, neither of you have ventured farther from kisses and hugs. Honestly, you wanted more like that night, you just didn’t know how to bring it up. Jimin, ever the observant one, noticed how your lips would linger on his a bit longer than they should, how whenever he’d smirk at you, your legs would rub together to create fiction you sought after. And Jimin was a caring person, and he cared for you. So, whatever you wanted, Jimin would do for you.

You opened your eyes at the sensation of lips making their way to the spot behind your ear, sucking on it and causing a gasp to leave you.

“Jimin?” you questioned, but he shushed you, his hands that were resting on your torso moving underneath your breasts. Your hands flew to his knees around you and gripped hard, tensing as he nipped and sucked at your neck.

“I’m gonna make you feel good, baby,” he answered, and you moaned at the pet name. His hands cupped your breasts and he squeezed, listening to your breath hitch. “Do you want me to make you feel good?” he wondered, and you realised he was giving you an out if you weren’t comfortable. But you wanted this so badly, so you nodded, and could practically feel the smirk at the back of your neck.

“Good girl. Just leave it to me”

And with that, he snuck his hands under your top, fingers smoothing along the expanse of your stomach before moving under the cup of your bra, kneading the soft flesh with care. Your head rolled against his shoulder and you shuddered, feeling yourself already get wet.

Jimin rolled his hips into your backside, erection poking you through his jeans and he groaned, moving in a steady pace, seeking friction for his hard on. You rolled your hips into his as well, and he gave a low whine, lips returning to your neck with fervour.

“Take me to bed Jimin,” you asked, and he almost flew up from the couch, pulling you up with such a speed that you almost got whiplash. He tugged you into his bedroom and promptly shut the door, spinning around and pulling you in for a kiss that left both of you equally breathless. He moved until your knees hit the edge of his bed and you fell backwards, dragging him on top of you, hands tugging on his dark hair. He grunted and lifted (more like ripped) your top off along with your bra, head ducking back down to your chest where he swirled his tongue around your right nipple before nibbling lightly on it, other hand pinching the left nipple. You threw your head back against the bed, arching into his mouth as he switched his attention to your left breast.

“Oh, Jimin,” you moaned out, and Jimin nearly came at the sound. He loves when you say his name, always have, always will. But tonight, he wants to hear something else. He bit down on your nipple and you yelped, looking down at him.

“I want you to call me sir. I’m your professor, aren’t I? You should be treating me with respect, remember?” he commanded, smirking up at you from your bust.

Fuck. You opened your mouth to respond, but a high pitched whine escaped you instead. Jimin chuckled, and asked again.

“Are you going to call me sir?”

You nodded frantically, but Jimin wasn’t pleased. He tutted and moved to sit up, gripping your thighs and settling between them.

“I want an answer, baby girl,” he demanded, and narrowed his eyes at you, eyes that were darker than the night around you.

“Yes, s-sir,” you meekly responded, and he grinned devilishly, giving your thighs a squeeze that had you jolting in surprise. He slid his hands up to the waistband of your jeans and pulled both your pants and underwear off all at once, leaving you completely bare before him. Keeping his hands on your thighs, effectively stopping you from closing them, he gave a smirk.

“Good girl, I think you deserve a reward,” he declared, and with that, he bent down and you watched as his head nearly disappeared as he lowered himself to your sex, licking a long stripe up your folds which had you crying out, hands gripping onto his hair for dear life.

He licked up and down your pussy, circling your clit before flicking his tongue against it in rapid motions that had you seeing stars. He brought his tongue down to your entrance, hesitating a moment before plunging in, and you nearly screamed at the sensation. He pumped his tongue in and out of you, bringing a hand up to rub a thumb against your nub, and you could feel you end approaching. You bucked your hips in to face, hearing him chuckled before the pressure from his thumb got harder, and it became more difficult to stop your orgasm. You looked down at Jimin, and as you caught his heated gaze, watching as his tongue licked around your folds as he smirked, you came undone from the sight, mouth forming the perfect ‘o’ shape and a loud moan escaping from your chest. He licked you through your high, hands rubbing at your thighs for comfort. You tugged at his hair when it became too sensitive and he sat up, licking you essence of his lips, the taste of you making him shut his eyes in bliss.

“You taste so fucking good,” he breathed out, and you didn’t have it in you to blush at the crude comment, too focused on his erection straining against his jeans. Remembering his orders, you licked your lips, stuttering out “d-do you want to fuck me, sir?”.

Jimin growled out a “fuck yes” at your words and rushed to remove his clothing until he was as bare as you, hand pumping his cocking as he held a condom.

“Put it on for me,” he requested, and you complied, sitting up and grasping at his dick. You moved your hand up and down in his place, listening to his breathing get heavier, and on a whim, you leant down and pressed your lips to his tip. His reaction was immediate, hands gripping tightly onto your hair as he groaned. You gave a few kitten licks, gathering up the courage to eventually place your lips over his cock. You prepared yourself, taking a deep breath before sinking down until he hit the back of your throat. You raise your head again, before repeating the process. You bob your head up and down his dick, hearing his breathing hitch when you sucked on a particularly sensitive spot, but he pulled you up, wanting to cum inside you.

You lay on your back, waiting for Jimin to place the condom on, hands reaching out for him when he came closer, kissing you with a smile on his lips. You felt him poking at your entrance so you reached down, allowing him to push into you with a whine. You sighed as he filled you up so perfectly, hands clinging to his shoulders as he began to move his hips in and out of you. You gasped, pulling him in for a desperate kiss, feeling the knot in you steadily build up once more. Jimin sat upright, moving your legs over his shoulders, and the new position caused him to brush against that spot inside you repeatedly, making you near cross eyed at the feeling. His thrusts get faster, and when you feel his fingers rub at your clit you know you aren’t going to last long.

“Come for me,” he groans, rolling his hips into yours and you cum as if a switch was turned on inside of you, heat clouding every one of your senses. Jimin’s hips started to move at an erratic pace, seeking his high and he got it after a minute of plunging his cock into you, spilling his seed into the condom with a drawn-out moan. He pulled out after a few seconds, throwing the condom into a nearby bin and pulling you into his arms, wrapping the blanket around your forms and peppering kisses all over your face, leaving you a giggling mess.

He pulled back to smile the warmest smile at you, and you could have cried in that moment. You loved Park Jimin so much it hurt, but you couldn’t tell him that. Not yet.

For now, you’re content to stay in the warmth of his embrace, falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat and his lips on the crown of your head.

As the saying goes, nothing lasts forever, and all good things must come to an end.

You just wish you had spent more time with Jimin before you had to let go.

Your bliss came to an abrupt halt one day while sitting in the park with Jimin. He had guided you over to one of the many deck chairs and tables strewn about the park, sitting across from you as you both enjoyed the ice-cream you bought, soaking in the rays of the sun.

It had been a lovely day (as it usually was, any day with Jimin was amazing), and the two of you were simply enjoying each other’s company, the weekend spent with one another as always.

The more you spent with Jimin, the more you loved him, as if it was even possible at that point. You noticed and cherished the little things he’d do or say, small gestures of love and care that made your heart burst, keeping them locked away in your heart, those little things warming your bed at night when he wasn’t there to do it.

You wanted him all to yourself, but of course, life had other plans.

It came in the form of Jang-mi, another student in your class who you got on reasonably well with. You weren’t friends, exactly, but she would strike up a conversation with you whenever she saw you. And, of course, she saw you in the park. With Jimin. Who, you noticed, she also had a keen interest in since day one.

She walked over towards your table with a smile, eyeing Jimin carefully as she reached you. Jimin became tense once he recognised her, but offered her a polite smile all the same, if nothing but to keep up appearances. He didn’t want your day together to be ruined by seeming rude and causing a fuss.

“Y/N! We haven’t talked in forever! How are you? Out enjoying the sun,” she questioned, eyes flickering to Jimin every few seconds. And every few seconds, you felt your gut clench in discomfort. This was bad, and you couldn’t explain why exactly, but you knew it was just going to get worse.

“Hi, Jang-mi,” you greeted quietly, “I’m good. How are you?” you asked politely, but honestly you couldn’t care less in that moment. You just wanted her to leave along with the feeling of dread clawing at your chest. Jimin shifted awkwardly beside you, ice-cream long forgotten, and rubbed at his neck, a nervous tick you picked up on. He must feel as uncomfortable as you.

“I’m great, thanks! I was just out shopping,” she giggled, and shifted her focus to Jimin who stilled under her attention, strained smile plastered on his visage. “Mr. Park, it’s so nice to see you!” Oh, I’m sure it was so nice to see him. “What are you doing here? Are you two…together, or…” she trailed off and your blood ran cold. What could you tell her? Before you could panic any further, Jimin answered her for you.

“I was just helping her with some extra work. She asked me for help, and I could only do it today,” he lied, and you blessed him in that moment for being so quick.

“But…I don’t see any books around,” she observed, ready to say more before Jimin interrupted.

“That’s because we just finished, all our stuff is put away now. I wanted to come to the park to relax and asked if she wanted to tag along,” he smiled saccharinely at her, and she blushed a bright red.

She still looked unconvinced, however, but decided to drop it in favour of keeping Jimin’s attention on her.

“Ah, I understand. Maybe you could give me some extra lessons sometime, Mr. Park?” she inquired, coy smile playing at her lips. You wanted to roll your eyes but refrained from doing so, lest she saw. Were you jealous? No, that’s crazy. You aren’t a jealous person. (You weren’t, except when it involved Park Jimin).

Jimin coughed in surprise before reluctantly agreeing, giving the excuse that he had to check his schedule to see if it was free. Jang-mi giggled and batted her eyes at him, and the sight almost made you puke.

“For a second, it almost looked like the two of you were a couple,” she laughed, and you froze. “But that’s insane, isn’t it? I mean, that’s not allowed, and I don’t think many people would be happy if the two of you were together. He’s a teacher, you’re a student. That’s practically illegal,” she mused, tilting her pretty little head to the side and shrugging. “At least it’s not true. I’d hate to see a teacher as good as Mr. Park get fired over something like that. Anyway, I need to go. I’ll talk to you on Monday! See you Y/n! Bye Mr. Park!”

And with that, sending one last impish grin at the two of you, she walked off in the other direction. Jimin was deathly quiet beside you, and you hated it. All notion of finishing your now melted ice-cream was gone, so you picked up the tub to throw it in the nearest bin. Jimin followed suit, throwing his away too, and went to walk near you but you moved away from him at the last second.

You could feel the weight of his stare on the side of your face as you walked out of the park together. It was eerily silent and uneasy between you, a feeling you’ve never once experienced with him before. You hated this, couldn’t handle the flood of doubt and hurt clouding your mind, couldn’t handle the silence.

Without realising, you both had walked towards where his car was parked just outside the park. But instead of getting in, you went past it, and continued on in the direction of your apartment by foot. Jimin called out your name in confusion, and you came to a stop, turning around to face his troubled face; furrowed brows and down-turned lips and all. A face like his should never wear an expression like that, and you despised yourself for being the cause of it.

“What are you doing,” he asked in confusion. You stared at your feet, unable to look him in the eyes as you whispered out your reply.

“I’m walking home.”

“But…I’m giving you a ride,” he questioned, perplexed at your sudden change in demeanour. You took a deep breath, not feeling enough air get into your lungs, before replying:

“It’s kinda weird for professors to give their students rides home all the time, isn’t it?”

Jimin’s face dropped (along with his heart and his stomach). So, you were as freaked out about the encounter with Jang-mi as you seemed. He cleared his throat.

“Are you seriously going to listen to her Y/N? What she said was stupid, you shouldn’t listen to that. She’s probably just jealous. We’re fin-“

“But we’re not!” you snapped, eyes flying up to meet his and Jimin fell silent. “She’s right! We shouldn’t be doing this kind of thing! You could get fired, Jimin. I know you need the money and the job.”

“But it’s bullshit!” he argued back. “We have a good thing going, and in these past few weeks I can honestly say I’ve never been happier in my life than when I’m with you. Please, don’t listen to her.” Please don’t leave me.

“But how much longer are we going to sneak around? She’s gonna tell others about us, eventually they’ll see us, the college will hear about it,” you rambled, your throat constricting with each word. Fuck, you loved him too much. And this hurt the same as if someone was stabbing you repeatedly in the heart. But you don’t want Jimin to suffer because of this. Because of you. You don’t want his career to end before it begins.

“Jimin, we can’t do this anymore.”

Jimin was positive he was about to puke on the path where he stood, but he couldn’t even bend over to do it, standing stock still at your words. His heartbeat slowed until he was sure it stopped, and he felt pure panic take control of mouth as he spluttered out a mess of words, words like:

“No, no, no, please!”

“This can’t be happening.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

He felt the tell tale burn of tears in his eyes, and he knows blinking won’t will them away, especially since he sees some rolling down your cheeks, the most heart breaking sight he can imagine. You refuse to come any closer to him, afraid to break down even worse in his arms. You need to put distance between you. You need to get used to it. (You won’t, though, you won’t ever get used to the hole in your heart now.)

Jimins hands are shaking, and he so desperately wishes to cling onto you, to hold you and never let you go, but when he sees you walking backwards slowly, he hides them in his pockets, cursing himself for not being braver. Coward, his mind hisses at him, and he meekly agrees with it.

“I’m, so, so, sorry, Jimin,” you sobbed, and increased the space. “I love you, and I’m so sorry.”

And then you ran, out of sight as you rounded the corner, but certainly not out of Jimin’s mind, as you left him standing on the sidewalk, a sniffling mess as he tried to pick up the pieces of his heart after your admission and departure.

But he couldn’t. Those little pieces followed you as you ran, for you owned his heart. And he loved you too. But he couldn’t tell you that anymore.

The decision was made.

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*~ Believe in Magic ~* (ch.3)

- 3 - BY THE MAGIC OF... FRIENDSHIP?

Harry’s keys jiggle and clink together as he opens the small box where his mail arrives every Monday and Thursday. Bills, bills, coupons, bills. He lets his body rest against the wall of small lockers and opens up a small letter, it’s from his cousin Liam. He doesn’t get to read much of it when the peculiar voice he knows too well greets him. “ Morning Harry!” y/n says happily. Though Harry had learned many things since the day when Salem seemed to fall for her cat, Nina (one of them being that Salem and Nina really really liked each other), the one thing he didn’t learn was how to casually talk to y/n. Something about her always threw him for a loop, like he was suddenly floating or lost at sea, not knowing where he was going at all. That kind of loop. Not the one that gives you butterflies in your tummy and makes you flustered with sweaty palms. Definitively not that kind of loop. When she comes up all he can muster is awkwardness so he’s trained himself a bit. So he just nods and smiles shortly at her.

Y/N is left to sigh, as usual, she doesn’t understand why it’s so hard to talk to her neighbour but at least she’s making some progress… Not much, but progress nonetheless. She opens her small locker, looking for her mail.

She remembers after Salem and Nina met, how she went ahead and tried to convince him to have small cat play dates. A nerve wracking thing to ask due to the fact that Harry never seemed like he’d like to talk to her, but she braved up and went “Nina would love to play with another cat” to which Harry had meekly agreed. To him it was absurd. What were they? Dogs, or babies instead of cats? Who in their right mind settles cat play dates? Though Harry had to admit, it left Salem with little to no time to go annoying the rest of the world and getting Harry in trouble. That was the only plus.

Harry barely looked at her when she came over to his place, looking for Nina, or when he came, knocking so softly at her door she could barely hear it, asking if Salem had sneaked over because he hadn’t seen him in a bit, it was as if he wanted to interact with her the least amount of times possible. At least now he bares a small smile. She’ll call that progress.

Sometimes she worries for Harry. He seems to be always cooped up in his apartment, and she has yet to see him have people over. All he does is stay there and read and play with his cat… And cook. Y/N could sometimes tell when he was cooking, the smell drifting and hitting her apartment. She wishes she could cook. Baking? That she can do, but cooking is just a no. Sweets are her forte, but when it comes to savoury dishes, she could use some help. More than once has she found herself wishing Harry would teach her how to, or maybe share some nice leftovers, or having her over for a meal. But then again, Harry never has people over. Maybe he doesn’t have friends? No. That’s so sad. She can’t bare the thought, but everything unfortunately signals to Harry being a lone-wolf. She’d be his friend, in a heartbeat, but well, all he ever does is give her a tight smile.

It’s a bit of an awkward moment, that definitely carries on when both of them put their mail, read or not, inside the bags they had donned for the day, and walked towards the main building door. Harry found himself clearing his throat when he noticed they walked together, in silence. Awkward. He opened the door for her, letting her walk out first and shook his head taking in a deep breath. He was never ready to interact with y/n. Under any circumstance. He took his first steps onto the sidewalk and she’s there still. “Uhm just wanted to tell you that Salem went in my apartment before I left.” Harry groans, there he goes again. Y/N, surprisingly, gives him a smile “Don’t worry. Left enough food for both of them. And I’ll be back early today” she says wrapping a scarf around her neck and cozying up into her sweater. All Harry can do is smile and mumble a small “thank you” under his breath, turning on his heel to head towards his destination of the day. The library.

Stupid, he thinks to himself, she’s doing you a favour and you run. He finds himself huffing and kicking rocks at his incredible lack of social skills. It’s already bad enough to be a shitty witch, and then have his cat fall for the neighbour’s cat, and then the neighbour is really nice, but then again, Harry can’t deal with people. She’s something else, Harry thinks, which is exactly why he’s directed to his library.

Coming inside, he sighs. It’s nice to get rid of the coat and the scarf he had donned the whole walk through. It’s getting cold fast and he rolls his eyes at the thought of snow coming early this year. Stupid weather witch, getting her readings all wrong and promising late snow. Now all of the realm had no idea when it was coming and it was certainly the worst part. Although he liked winter, he didn’t want snow just yet, he needed the orange-tones of fall for a little longer. They were soothing, they helped him cope, and the leaves tasted great in his teas.

The library, one of Harry’s favourite places, seemed empty. Just how he liked it. You see, Harry really loves reading. If witches were measured by the amount of knowledge and books they’ve collected over the years, Harry wouldn’t be the clumsy beginner he is, wouldn’t need both Louis and Niall to look after him and teach him stuff. But unfortunately, his worth as a witch doesn’t relate to the expanse of his book collection. Where does he keep it? Right here. In the local library. It’s the first thing he scouts when he reaches a new town. A good library, big enough so he can hide behind shelves and make his own passage to his secret stash of books.

Reaching the science fiction aisle, he walks all the way to the back of the tall building, looking left and right over and over, making extra sure nobody was around to see him cast his spell. He mutters the words under his breath and quickly walks to the wall, phasing through it.

It’s a wonderful place, his library. His hidden paradise. He enjoys the smell of new books almost as much as the smell of his old books. The ones he’s carried since he was a baby witch, previously owned by his father, and his new catches. The shelves are full with witch and non-witch related things he just really enjoys reading. He takes a few steps and looks around him. For some reason the library seems bigger, though full with books as he knows it to be. Harry dashes through the stacks of pages in a quick search for his old talking books, and some about myths and legends of the witch world.

Wizardry volumes 1 through 20, Myths and Legends, The art of Hiding, Spells for the ill, Spells for the lost, The history of Spells.

Harry takes some of the books with him back to his place, for a bit of a night read, and some for the better understanding of mortal interaction. Harry sets them on his bedside table and lets himself flop down on his bed. It’s a bit dark out, just barely after sunset, when some rays are still shining through. He can hear Salem moving pots in the kitchen, maybe looking for his cat treats. He sighs and slowly falls asleep, with the distant thought of Y/N also falling asleep in what he imagines is a comfortable bed. Soft like her voice but all together firm like her ever so present smile. He hears the small roar of one of his ancient talking books, as if it’s humming, and lets himself completely go into dream land.

It’s awkward mail encounters with y/n all over again on Thursday. The tight smiles and shorter than a second small chats. Harry surprises both him and y/n, with her nice leather jacket and knit sweater, when he actually responds back with a “Good morning y/n”. She’s almost 100% sure she hasn’t heard him say her name ever, she could have sworn he forgot. The blush on her cheeks and the smile on her face are impossible to hide as she walks away after wishing Harry a nice day, and Harry can only stare. He’d done that. Successfully answered back to her. He pats himself on the back for reading so quickly through his book on mortal interaction - at least on the bits about being nice, not about hypnotising them to work for him - those parts he skipped.

It’s not like it pained him to admit but he was still wary of the fact that he was getting a bit more comfortable with y/n the more the days passed. Whenever she came by asking for Nina, he’d open the door fully and pet the small cat before it walked out. He also gave her more than just a tight smile, he started to actually say “Bye” or “Good night” to her as she walked the few steps to her apartment. It was a christmas miracle, before christmas of course. As days passed Harry found himself a bit more comfortable about seeing y/n every other day.

Mail days in, and mail days out, Harry’s and y/n’s schedules seemed to click to a point where this small interaction became their moment to talk about… anything really. Their days… “ Yeh’re going t’be gone long today?” “ Not really. The door will be open, Salem can come” “ Thank yeh”

Their preferences and hobbies… “ Wait. You get recipes on the mail?” “ Yeah. Yeh want some of’em?” “ Would love them, but I can’t cook for shit, Harry”

And any random thing… “ What yeh got there?” “ Bills. Times twenty. Going to be broke by the end of the month” “ I’ve started to consider selling Salem” “ Finally. He’s starting to piss me off” “ Hey!” “ Hey back!”

It’s a bit past six when Harry comes back after visiting Louis and Niall, a small smile on his face. It’s not always that he leaves their place with a such a happy mood, but after the small talk he had with them, there was no reason to be sad or angry or pissy. Halloween was coming, and Harry liked Halloween. He got the chance to leave for the day and get together with his family. You see to the witch world Halloween is like christmas. Time to get together and be mischievous and roam freely. A lot of dark spirits rose and took everything as a small vacation from having to hide in-between the mortals. Harry got to visit his family in their town full of other witches, a town where he didn’t have to put spells on his cauldron or sing old ancient magic songs really low so no one could hear. He did, otherwise, have to deal with his mother, which was always a bit of a fuss.

Though Harry loved his mother, and Anne was certainly a lovely witch, that’s precisely what she was. A witch above all else, and Harry was a clumsy witch, to a degree where Anne couldn’t really understand how it happened or what went wrong. Because Harry is not like Gemma, who’d apparently gotten all the good genes. Anne was also a bit demanding, treated him like a baby and… Well she didn’t care much for being discovered, for she could put a spell on anyone that they’d forget her face. Forever. She definitely didn’t skip the parts on hypnotising a mortal on the book. It was easy for her. She didn’t understand that it wasn’t easy for Harry. She’s like that high class mom who wants only the best for her children, and when they don’t get it, she judges and gets easily pissed. Demands only the best cause she believes her children can deliver something more, as if what they already do isn’t their 100%. It was like dealing with an uptight queen most of the times and sometimes, no matter how much he loves her, there was so much Harry could take of that.

Once again the warm water didn’t seem to work, and Harry found himself heating it up with a spell. The hot drops felt good against his skin as he let the shower consume him and his thoughts. He’d have to leave somethings prepared before he went to his family for the “holiday”, he’d have to come up with an excuse as to why he was leaving for just a day, to y/n. Salem was coming with him, so y/n and Nina would be alone for a day. He was surprised with the thought. First thing being he had never in his 5 years living here, had to explain to anyone why he left for a full on 30 hours. The second thought being that he cared that Y/N and Nina will be bored or something without them.

After stepping off the shower Harry was greeted with Nina running around his flat and between his legs. He chuckled covering his lower half with a towel and dripping wet still. “Salem. We’ve got to get ready fo’ Halloween” “ I know!” He heard the cat scream back at him. Harry stepped into the hallway of his apartment to find Salem on the counter top, eating his food. “ I put your bowl on the floor for a reason” “ Yes. So that your mortal human friend didn’t see me on the counter top” Harry rolled his eyes “ It’s just a matter of days before you treat me like a mortal cat” “ Mortal or not, you’re still my cat.” Harry grabs the bowl of food ready to place it on the ground. “ Cat companion!” “ Cat…” Salem is left to scoff. He wasn’t just a cat. He was a Magical cat, and he was a good one at that. He scoffed. “ Put my food back here before I scratch you. I am a cat after all.” Harry lets out a throaty laugh and pets Salem on the head, right as he hears the clank of pots hitting the ground. Nina. The small black cat, though Harry had also learned that she had a white underbelly, was running around the room, hissing and pawing at… was that a mouse? “ Oh my. Nina! No, stop it!” His legs took him to chasing after Nina as she chased down the small animal. Straight out of Tom and Jerry if you asked him. The small creature squeaked and hid in different places only to run out again, fearing for its life, when Nina came close, and Harry was afraid to reach out in case the mouse jumped at him, or Nina scratched at him in her hunt. “ I take it back, I’m not a cat” Salem says laughing and getting himself comfortable to watch the action that was taking place before him. As a magical cat, he had no interests in chasing mice. He had done it once or twice, for show, ending up completely out of breath right after, and telling Harry that never again will he chase a mouse. Not the way Nina was doing right now as she zoomed past Harry and through the small cat door on his front door. “Nina!” He said, curls shaking when he stomped towards the door and out to the hallway where he found her clawing at a corner. This was his chance to grab her. “ What happened?” the voice behind him said, the voice that belonged to none other than the owner of the cat he was holding close and trying to calm down. Harry turns towards y/n with Nina in his arms. She’s standing by the stairs with bags upon bags of… Items. Harry can’t quite tell exactly what yet. “ She was chasing a mouse” Harry answers and turns back to look around for any trace of where the small rodent could have gone. It takes a moment for y/n to answer. She had stumbled into a baffling discovery. Harry had tattoos… All over. Well, not all over, but from what she could see his arms had lots, and his chest, and the butterfly on his stomach. She breathes in deeply. The last thing she was expecting when she came back, was to find Harry slightly wet from an evident shower, and clad in a towel that’s just wrapped around his waist. It wasn’t what she had envisioned, not now, not ever, but for a second she told herself she had something to be thankful for this upcoming thanksgiving. The thought was there for only a brief moment and she chucked it away. No. Not happening. You’re not going to give this a second more of thought; she tried to tell herself as she let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. “ Oh lord. Don’t think we’ve had any mice over at mine. She must have gone insane. Where’s Salem?” “Oh, he, surprisingly doesn’t chase after mice” y/n nods opening her door balancing shopping bags however she can. Harry hurries along, holding Nina in one arm and taking a bit of the weight off y/n’s shoulder “Allow me” he says grabbing as many bags as he can so that she can comfortably open her door. Weird. Her cheeks are so extremely rosy… Harry wonders, and quickly deduces it must be the cold air outside. He manages to hold onto his towel as well. Y/N is grateful for that. “ Thank you” “ If… If yeh don’t mind me asking…” he motions to the bags he’s holding. “ Oh. Well Halloween’s coming up” is her response. Harry peeks inside the bag and finds what seem to be small ghost stickers, spider webs and basically the entirety of Target : Halloween edition. “ It’s one of my favourites and I’m always ready for it” If the bags where any indication, yes. She was really ready for it. Harry laughed at the excitement on her eyes as he carefully put down the bags inside her place without really going in. No way he’s risking a repeat of the Lavender issue, he was sniffling for 2 weeks after, that he’d very much not like to go through again. “ I can tell. Expecting some demons, are yeh?” he jokes with her and lets Nina go. Y/n laughs and nods. As he turns to go to his apartment, he quickly remembers something he used to hear a lot when he was younger, and in the good spirit of Halloween, smiles and turns back to y/n “Know… My mum always says those who are the most excited for Halloween, are the easiest prey for demons” Harry wiggles his fingers in her direction, jokingly scaring her and he can hear her laugh as he walks inside his apartment… And stops dead in his tracks. His face showing fear and worry. Oh fuck.

“Shit!” He hisses. The sudden realisation that indeed what his mom says is true. The ones that are the most excited for Halloween, are the easiest prey for dark spirits and black magic. They are basically calling it by its name. Harry pulls at his hair. Y/n is more than likely going to get attacked. “ Something wrong Harry?” he hears Salem murmur. “ I…“ the thought is quick. He can’t just leave her knowing she’s basically a magnet to any and every bad thing that happens during the holiday. And then it’s decided “ Salem, we can’t leave this Halloween” Harry says sighing. He’s also, more than likely going to get attacked.

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Witch!Harry continues! Halloween is getting quite close! Chapter 4 : Coming Monday, January 30th #BIM tag. || Intro Here. || Ch.1 * Ch.2 * Ch. 4 * || Schedule Here.

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Interview - In person

CE: How do you arrange your classroom seating to effectively compliment your lesson plan?

KF: We have new desks, we went under renovation like a year and a half ago, and we got these new desks which are very challenging to work with because they’re these really weird shapes. So I used to do rows, or a “U”, or all kinds of different arrangements throughout the year but the only thing that works with these desks are table groups. I have 21 kids this year instead of 30 that I had last year, so I have a lot more space this year where I am actually able to have a morning meeting area. I have kids groups that are very close to the front and I tend to put the kids who don’t need a lot of support in the every front, so that the kids who do need more of behavioral reminders are back here near me, and I teach from both places. I’ll teach back here from the carpet, we’ll use the board that’s over here, or we’ll go up front if we’re projecting something or teaching something from up there, so it really varies to where we’re going.

CE: What are some of your favorite classroom management strategies?

KF: I think having some overall signal for how to get their attention is important. There’s lots of different ways, I had a team mate a few years ago who used to say “who-dy-who?” and his class would have to call out “what-what!” So, uhm, we do “class-class” and they repeat “yes-yes!” or if its “classsss” they say “yesss” uhm or a lot of times I do “clap once if you can hear me” and “clap twice if youre listening” so I think that’s really important. The school does the silent hand-raising signal, but I prefer something that’s a little bit more vocal so that they can hear, and then you know if you’re having conversations with kids that need redirection kinds of stuff we do a lot of walking into the hallway to have those kinds of conversations quietly instead of in front of other kids.

CE: How do you format/accessorize the classroom in a way that facilitates the learning of all students?

KF: So I think that because I teach from multiple different places its really helpful. We also have the roger system, the microphone, is really helpful because of that sound field that makes it so that everyone can hear no matter what. I try to do as much teaching as I can when we’re all together clustered down here so we can use the board and be close together because when they are at their desk there are a lot of them that are away from the board, so it is nice to have them close together. Then you know just trying to arrange the rest of the furniture so that things are accessible to the kids. I’ve made the supplies in a place that they can easily get to them, I redid all of out computers because we had a computer cart that was just the biggest pain ever, so I came up with a new way to do that so that its much more efficient for the kids, so just making the things they use everyday really accessible to them.

CE: How do you manage student conduct?

KF: Well it begins at the beginning of the year with just setting extremely high expectations, and then you know practicing things, practicing what its supposed to look like, practicing what its supposed to sound like when we get in line, when we travel, and transition and just constantly having extremely high expectations of their behavior and reminding them when their not doing that.

CE: What is the most unexpected thing that has happened in your class and how did you handle the situation?

KF: I have had students that have had behavioral issues where they’ve thrown things, tipped over desks, things like that. I had a really sweet special needs student who was very close to my personal area once, so I think it all depends on the situation. In that case I had to redirect him to take a look at what we’re doing right here. In the case of the student who was throwing things, and in a place where he couldn’t quite control himself, it was getting everybody else out of the classroom and then finding the support for him that he needed.

CE: What are some of the most difficult aspects of planning and delivering an effective lesson?

KF: I think the hardest part is the amount of content we have to teach. We’re constantly talking about how much we have to shove at them, and the fact that we don’t have a lot of time to really go in depth with a lot of things. So I think timing is a big piece of it and even as much as we love our extra planning time with Spanish and steam, it’s really hard cause we miss that much more time for social studies and science so I think time is the biggest problem.

CE: How far in advance do you plan your lesson and what strategies do use to make them effective?

KF: I plan with my team almost every day, we like to plan a week or two out. Sometimes it’s just kind of an outline of you know here’s where we’re gonna go, even map out for the remainder of the quarter. Here are the different things we need to teach in math, you know, what’s that gonna look like over the various weeks, but we’re usually well planned out with lessons ahead of time of what we’re planning on doing. At least 3 or 4 days, and have a good plan of where were going for them during the month and during the quarter.

CE: How does your first lesson plan compare to your planning skills now?

KF: Well its dramatically different. When I started here, it was after thanksgiving, and I was the forth teacher in their classroom. I had just finished my student teaching, so looking at that, and I was in a wing of the school all the way over there, and my team mate was here, and my other team mate was outside in a trailer, it was really difficult. I think it was a lot of work sheets and things like that and so much about teaching has changed in the 12 years that I have been doing this that its dramatically different now. We try to do a lot more hands on experiences, we do a lot more things that involve movement, interactive read aloud, so I think we’ve gone from very worksheet things to problem based learning types of activities.

CE: How do you evaluate the effectiveness of your lesson at the end of the lesson?

KF: I do a lot of check ins to see where the kids are. I’ll do a zero to five where are you; zero im lost in the woods, I have no idea what you said, somebody come rescue me. Five I totally get this, I could absolutely do this independently, or somewhere in between. So I do a lot of that so that they can self reflect and we’ll do a lot of exit tickets as well to just kind of quickly check your knowledge. Did you pay attention? Did you hear the things that we were saying? If you walk away and nobody did well on that then you have to evaluate. It’s a combination of did you not hear me well or was that something that I did wrong and that we need to revisit this together.

CE: Have you had to revisit?

KF: Absolutely!

CE: What do you do when only a few students are struggling with the subject?

KF: We are fortunate enough to have something called jump-start time here where it’s a remediation and enrichment block. So its thirty minutes a day and we can use that time to pull those few students who are struggling with something. Another thing we do is if we’ve gone to the lesson part and we’re doing something independently, I’ll take those kids who are struggling to the table and we’ll do a small group review of whatever the concept was that they were having a hard time with.

CE: How often do you assign homework and how often to you typically assign?

KF: So we had a big debate about homework at the beginning of the year because there is all this research coming out that’s saying that homework isn’t effective and it’s a waste of time. My team mate felt very strongly that practicing math homework at home is really valuable, so we’ve revamped homework quite a bit. Three years ago we were giving homework every single night so it was a math review of whatever we did in class that day, everyday, and 20 minutes of reading. Then last year we went to where they got homework on a Monday it was turned back in on a Friday, and it was reviewing the concepts of the week. Then this year we’re reviewing the concepts previously taught so we’re sending something home on Monday its returned to school on Friday and its review of math concepts we taught the week before, so that way they’re not practiving a new skill but something we had a lot of time looking at, but its usually 10-15 math problems. It’s not a lot then their supposed to read 20 minutes every night.

CE: What is your favorite activity to do in order to encourage student engagement?

KF: So I think it depends on what’s happening. If I notice that a lot of kids are kind of zoned out it might be “alright kids stand up” we’re gonna move around a bit, we’re gonna stretch, were gonna do whatever. We’ve done little ice-breaker things where we put on music and do the bus driver kind of thing so one person is the middle doing something, and the others behind them have to follow along. So some times we break it up like that, other times you know it’s moving along, and sometimes it just a few students so a gentle reminder of lets you know refocus our attention on what we’re doing. I have one kid who can’t stop moving all day long. so I grabbed him a wiggle stool so that he can move about in his seat.

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