#I think the riding center near me only does English but

[theswiftieapple]

Hey I saw you do request and I was wondering if you could do a Phoebe x fem!reader and reader is a new member of the ghostbusters and Phoebe is the one training her

You have a pretty smile

Phoebe Spengler x she/her reader

Phoebe and reader's age; 17

Word count; 6447

Warning; some swearing, I haven't written any fanfiction since 2019 so my writing is rusty and english isn't my mother language.

I hope you like it. :)

Narrator’s POV;

The car ride to the Paranormal Research Center was one filled with excited chatter. Lucky was the one driving y/n, a new member of the Ghostbusters, to meet her new partners in crime. Lucky was the one to introduce y/n to Winston, they met when y/n moved with her family to the USA. Lucky was the one to help Y/n with a heavy box when she was moving in and they started talking. They decided to keep hanging out and Lucky thought y/n's personality would fit them great and she showed great interest in the paranormal. Winston at the time was already on the lookout for a new member, four may be the original number of the Ghostbusters but it's better to have too many than too few. 

Lucky introduced them and Winston got to know y/n, he could tell she had the potential and agreed. That’s how y/n got into this situation, walking to the  Paranormal Research Center, fiddling with her fingers, incredibly nervous. From what she heard the other members were nice people but that wouldn't stop the anxiety.

Lucky glanced at her friend sensing her fear, she put a hand on her shoulder to stop her from walking, the door only a few steps away. “Hey, don’t worry about this too much. You’ll do great and they’ll love you! If something does happen you can always come to me and Winston.”

Y/n turned to look at Lucky as she talked, some of her fear disappearing for a short moment. “We’ll stay friends right?” Lucky smiled reassuringly “Of course, would a hug help?” Y/N nodded to the question receiving a tight hug in return. They pulled apart and y/n sighed deeply turning to the door “Let's get the first meeting over with then” Playing confident she walked to the door, Lucky cheered and clapped her back, then she put her card near the scanner to open the large doors. 

—

“What do you mean by a new member?” Callie asked, confused. “Wait, does that mean one of us is getting fired?” Trevor asked worriedly.

“If so it’s probably you,” Phoebe said seriously, she was of course joking but her brother didn't know that. The little joke didn't calm Trevor who opened his mouth to protest but was cut off by Winston. 

“We have been looking for a new member for the Ghostbusters for months now, there are a few reasons why we wanted to expand the team. There are still many ghosts we need to re-catch even two years after they were all released again thanks to Garraka, another member would be able to help with that. I also think a new member would inject fresh energy and ideas. Someone with a different and new background would give us a new perspective on problems and help us solve things quicker. I genuinely do believe this could help the team.” he explained calmly, he seemed quite happy with his decision.

“Why didn’t you maybe warn us beforehand?” Gary asked, baffled at the information they had been kept in the dark from for months. “Well I didn't want to create any false hope, I wanted us to be sure that we found someone new that none of you know.”

“When are we meeting them?” Phoebe asked curious, there was a small part of her that was worried that the new member could betray them. She shuffled at the thought of Melody, she still has some trouble trusting new people. 

Footsteps were heard approaching the main doors including a small beep indicating someone was about to come in.

“Right now” Winston smiled as he turned to the door.

“Wait what” Trevor asked bewildered as he and his family turned to the door.

Lucky walked into the lab with a pretty girl next to her. Phoebe's eyes widened at the realization of what she just thought. 

“This is y/n! Y/n this is your new team” Phoebe's eyes stayed focused on her new team member as Winstron introduced them. “y/n this is Callie'' Callie smiled at Y/n shaking her hand gently. “This is Gary” Gary shot her a smile as well shaking her hand. “This is Trevor, Callies son,” 

“I’m the cool one of the group,” Trevor explained, shaking her hand while smiling proudly. 

Phoebe’s POV

“And this is Phoebe, Callies daughter”  My eyes met hers as we shook hands. I forgot for a second that we weren’t alone, so I let go and sent her an awkward smile, my hand still tingling from the feeling. Why am I feeling like this? Did I just call her pretty in my head? Why is my hand tingling like this?

I was so busy with these thoughts and observing the newcomer that I didn’t notice the glances my brother shared with Lucky, scheming glances.

“She’s new to this, so she is going to need someone to train her and I was hoping one of you could do it” Winston explained, “Phoebe could do it.” My head snapped to look at my brother, giving him a ‘what the fuck’ look. “Phoebe is the smartest one in our team” I could hear Dad whisper a small ouch, “she's the one who's been using our equipment the longest and they’re close in age! How old are you?” He asked y/n, “I’m seventeen-” She was cut off by Trevor clapping his hands, “perfect! What do you think sis?” Trevor teased, ignoring my glare as he put his arm on my shoulder. 

“I-uhm sure” I answered nervously, “Well that’s great then! She is going to be living with you, my men are already cleaning the empty room and assembling the furniture as we speak”

“What empty room?” Mom asked surprised, “There’s no empty room in the firehouse”, I could see y/n being confused like the rest of us except for Lucky and Winston. “The room behind the bookshelf next to Tevor and Phoebe's room of course”

“There’s been an empty room behind one of our bookshelves and you didn't tell us?” 

Winston shrugged at my dad, “I thought you all knew but didn’t use it” He said simply.

“What’s next, a second bathroom?” Trevor jokes, and the glance shared between Lucky and Winston speaks volumes. “ You’re kidding”

“Well then, that’s that, as I said my men are working right now and they should be done very soon. Y/n’s uniform and an extra proton pack and all the other things are being sorted as we speak. I’m just going to have a small talk with Callie and Gary about some things, you guys could get acquainted with each other during that time.” Winston signals my parents to follow him to another room.

Y/n POV;

“It’s an honour to finally meet you guys, I’ve heard a lot of fantastic things about you,” I tell them, the nerves still haven’t disappeared and neither has the excitement. I’m worried they won’t like me, I could feel Phoebe? I think her name was glancing at me. I have to admit she is quite attractive and cute. 

I feel warmth on my cheeks as I keep thinking about her. I can’t think like that about her right now, I just met her. Plus she’s going to be my teammate and that could complicate things. I’ll have to ignore this small..crush, if I can call it that, for now. 

“Thank you, I’m sure we’re going to have lots of fun together,” Trevor said with a small smirk on his face as he put his arm around me. I didn’t notice the teasing smirk he sent his sister or the glare she sent back. “So there is something I have to warn you about,” He said as he and Lucky led me to the famous Ectomobile with Phoebe following behind. “About what?” I ask, worried.

“It’s about a ghost called Slimer, he lives with us”

“What.” I state giving him a serious and worried look as we enter the car.

—

“I think I’ll stay clear of the attic then,” I say as we exit the car. The conversation did drift a lot in the car, I didn’t mind too much since it was nice observing and learning more about them. They all talked except for Phoebe who kept quiet for most of the ride. I could feel her glance at me a few times, she was clearly in thought the whole ride.

“Yeah that’s probably the smarter decision, you should have seen Trevor when he met Slimmer for the first time” Callie teased ruffling her son's hair.

“Mom!” 

“Well then as nice as it is talking with all of you, I am going to have to steal y/n here, I’m going to be the one helping her decorate and sort out her room. If you’ll excuse us” Lucky said, sending them a smile before dragging me away to my new room.

Narrator’s POV;

“What’s up with you?” 

Phoebe turned to look at her mom, acting oblivious. “What do you mean?” Callie came closer wearing a teasing look. “I mean that you’ve been very quiet since we met our new member, lost in thought.”

“And lost in her eyes” Trevor teased as he walked away snickering, Phoebe grabbed a random towel and threw it at him, hitting him in the back, and he scurried off after that. 

“Well your brother isn't completely wrong, everything okay?” Callie asked, her worry present in her eyes. Phoebe stared at her shoes, for a moment, “I’m alright, don’t worry about it Mom” She left with that, lost in her thoughts.

—

“So, you and Phoebe” Lucky started as she opened a box full of different books. “Don’t start” y/n warns, Lucky turns to her friend with a knowing look. 

“I have a very strong feeling you have a small crush on her.” 

“I don’t”

Lucky made a sound of disagreement while making a face, “Maybe not yet, but you feel something, I can tell” she sang the last part, dodging a small pencil case, her smirk not faltering.

“I know your type, remember you told me” 

“Yeah because we made a deal that you would tell me who you like in return, and that someone is in this building as we speak.” y/n teased back. Lucky opened her mouth to try and form words, her cheeks having a red hue to them. “This isn’t about me and that someone-”

“Trevor you mean”

Y/n snorted at the look she received. “As I was saying, this is about you and Phoebe and the small crush that's going to grow stronger with time, she is quite literally what you described your type to me, short hair, fluffy or curly, glasses, a nerd-”

“Yeah, I get it” Y/n grumbles as she puts her bed lining on, “can you help me with this?” She raises the comforter pleadingly. Lucky stands up and helps her even it out. “I just don't want to label these feelings since we just met, besides the chances of her liking me isn’t zero but it’s also unlikely right now”

Lucky put a hand on her friend's shoulder comfortingly, “As your friend it's my job to remind you that there is a good chance she may like you back” Y/n played with one of her pillows thoughtfully. “I don’t want to rush anything, maybe she will and maybe she won’t but thank you”Lucky smiled back at her friend, “Now where do you want me to put these CDs” 

Y/n smiled and showed her friend. 

—

Y/n’s POV;

Dinner went nicely, I mostly listened as the family shared a few recent stories about the ghosts they’ve captured lately. Phoebe was quiet through most of it. I could tell the way she was behaving wasn't normal, I noticed thanks to the small looks her family were giving her. 

I got comfortable in bed and stared outside the window, it was pouring. I hope I didn’t upset her with being here, if I did I could see why. I am a total stranger that just appeared today, she was then told I would live with her and her family at the same time. It’s a lot of new information and a lot of new changes. 

I turned on a show on my phone to fall asleep too. I lost consciousness In a matter of a few minutes, hoping tomorrow would go well.

—

I woke up to soft knocking, I turned around to look at the door, squinting to see who it was. “Good morning, breakfast is going to be ready in half an hour, I wanted to make sure you were awake.” I sent Gary a smile and muttered a small thank you and with that, he disappeared.

I sat up and stared at my lap thoughtfully. Today was my first official day as a Ghostbuster or at least a Ghostbuster in training. 

Phoebe was going to be the one training me, I’m already dreading the weight of the proton pack. With those thoughts I stand up and get ready for the day, dressing in something comfortable and doing my hair.

I walk out of my room and glance at the firefighter pole, it’s too early in the morning for that and I’m not in the mood to land in the hospital on my first day so I walk down the stairs. I was met with the sight of Gary cooking and Trevor stealing some of the fruit when he wasn't looking. 

“Good morning,” I say and sit down on one of the chairs at the kitchen island. “Good morning!” Gary smiled as he flipped a pancake, “Morning!” Trevor said with a mouth full of strawberries. “So how are you feeling about your first day?” Gary asked, trying to start a conversation.

“I’m a bit nervous, I’ve never done anything like this before but I am excited,” I explained fiddling with my fingers. “You’ll do great I’m sure! With Phoebe as your teacher, it’ll all go great.” 

I smiled and whispered a small thank you. “Do you need any help?” I ask, ready to stand up. “Nah, I’ve got this but thank you” Gary told me as he put the pan away, I could see him playfully swap Trevor's hand away from the cut fruit. 

“Where’s Phoebe?” Trevor asked, sitting next to me, he put his fist underneath his chin. “She woke up early, she’s visiting Podcast and Dr Ray, she had something to discuss with them. I don’t know what it is though” Gary explained as he put plates in front of me and Trevor, I took a sip out of the glass in front of me.

“So what do you guys usually do when there isn’t a ghost to bust?” I asked as I put some toppings on my pancake. 

—

Phoebe’s POV;

I opened the door to Dr Ray’s shop, “Morning Dr Ray” I said as I entered, he looked up at me surprised. “Morning Phoebe, you’re here earlier than usual”

“I wanted to talk with Podcast about something, is he here or?”

“I’m right here!” He said, his head poking out from the door behind Dr Ray, “ I'll see you later then” Dr Ray smiles and continues to read a book. I go in and walk after Podcast, “So what’s up?”

“There’s a new ghostbuster on the team” I blurted out. He stops in his tracks and turns to look at me. “There’s a new ghostbuster?” He asked excitedly, “Is that bad or?” He raised an eyebrow noticing my attitude.

I leaned against his desk before I continued speaking “It’s not bad, she seems...nice” I started, he did a hand signal telling me to continue “I’m the one who's going to be training her and well” I stopped talking not knowing how to continue. Podcast gave me a look.

“What?”

“You’re acting weird, does the idea of training her bother you or?” 

I shake my head “No, it doesn’t, I just feel..nervous” 

Podcast flings one of the Pufts that was bothering him as I speak before he responds “Why are you nervous? Are you worried she might betray us and release a great evil that we’re going to have to defeat?” He asks, I give him a deadpan look. “Listen if you are worried about that, that would be okay. I’m just trying to understand what the problem is here.” He reasons, sending me a concerned look.

I put a hand in my hair, messing with it. “That’s the problem, I don’t even know what's bothering me about this situation exactly. I met her yesterday and she’s staying with us now as well. She does seem nice, Winston and Lucky recruited her, I know they have good instincts but” I sigh deeply grimacing. “I don’t know, there’s some weird feeling in me and I’m worried about what it could be and what it could turn into.”

“You’re scared that you like her?” Podcasts asks bluntly, “I just met her, there’s no way I have feelings already.'' I protest, “But, the way I’m feeling right now, is similar to how I felt when meeting Melody, but it's also different. I don’t understand it and I hate not understanding things.”

There was silence for a moment until Podcast spoke, “Well I don’t think you’ll understand what that feeling is for a good while. You two just met, there could be special feelings involved but you won’t know for sure for a while. I suggest just letting those feelings take their course.”

“Why didn’t I think of that,” I say out loud, Podcast patted my shoulder “That’s what I’m here for, being the voice of reason”

—

I walked into the firehouse after having a long talk with Podcast. I still don’t like the idea of unknown feelings and I am worried about feeling something for someone again but there isn’t anything I can do about it. 

“Uno!” A collecting group of groaning was heard alongside a laugh. 

I walk into the room to see My family playing Uno with y/n and Lucky. “How do you win so much, this is the fifth time” Trevor whined, putting his head on the table. “Magic” y/n says jokingly doing jazz hands, “I have two other card games that I think you’d like” 

“Do you have ‘Frantic’ with you?” Lucky asked, but before she could answer the alarm went off, signalling there was a ghost loose causing havoc. “Hey Phoebs! Let’s go!”Mom said as she rushed off, Gary and Trevor following, “Hey y/n, we can start with the training when I get back” I called out to her, “Lucky and you could meet me at the Research Center after we bust this ghost” I say awkwardly shooting her some finger guns before turning around and walking away quickly, hoping the heat that I feel on my cheeks wasn’t what I thought it was and if it is then that they didn't notice.

Narrator’s POV;

Lucky and y/n cleaned up after themselves soon after and drove to the Paranormal Research Center. Y/n went to a changing room to put on her uniform. She walked out nervous, “Does it look okay?” She asked, Lucky turned around and gasped, “You look amazing!! Do a spin!” She asked excitedly while clapping. Y/n did as asked. 

“It suits you perfectly!” She said hugging her friend. “Thank you, you’re too nice”  Lucky pulled away, “I bet when Phoebe sees you in it, her jaw will drop” Y/n rolled her eyes playfully “We’ll see about that. So while we wait why don't you update me on that new ghost you’ve been studying on” 

Lucky’s smile widened, excited to share her new discoveries, she grabbed y/n’s wrist and dragged her to her working station.

Phoebe walked into the lab an hour later, fixing her hair from all the wind. She could see Lucky explaining something while y/n listened patiently, wearing her Ghostbusters uniform. Phoebe had to force herself to not stare for too long, so she walked up to the two of them. “And that’s why we had to make sure those two weren’t next to each other, I swear I couldn't focus properly the whole time” 

“Hey there, sorry to interrupt your conversation, but are you ready for your first training session?” Phoebe asks, standing in front of them.“Yeah, I am! We’ll continue with our talk later” Y/n told Lucky before turning to Phoebe again who led her to the small training room. “The uniform suits you, not many can pull it off”

Y/n turned to look at Phoebe surprised, a small blush on her cheeks, “thank you, you look great in it too” she says, hoping that wasn’t too straightforward. “So, Winston said you have no prior experience”

Y/n nodded, “I have never used any of this equipment, correct.”

Phoebe crossed her arms nodding, “alright then, first thing first is to put the proton pack on, you can put it on normally like a backpack.” Y/n did as told, she let out a little grunt at the weight.” I knew they would be heavy but wow, now what next?” she asked excitedly.

“You hold this part, the particle thrower, you can also call it a particle gun” The new member did as told before looking at Phoebe again nodding. “Wait, can I show you something?” Phoebe asked, she got a nod as a response. 

She stepped closer, only centimetres apart as she helped y/n hold it properly, putting her hands where they are supposed to be. “ See that ghost up there,” Phoebe asked, focusing on the task at hand, trying to ignore her own bubbling feelings. She was so busy that missed y/n staring at her face, a blush forming. “Yeah i-uh do” y/n responds, trying to focus as well.

She’s holding a dangerous weapon, she’s seen what they could do online, she needs to focus, she tells herself.  “Okay, I’m going to help you with this one and show you how to turn it on. Are you ready?” Phoebe asked, glancing at her, “Yes I am.”

“Okay you switch it on like this” Phoebe explained as she turned it on with y/n, “when you’re ready to shoot you press this button right here, on the count of three, ready?

Y/n took a deep breath in before answering “Ready”

“1” Phoebe starts, glancing at y/n.

“2,” She says tightening her grip, y/n tries to steady her breathing.

“3”

With that they shot at the ghost made out of wood, It falling apart in two. Y/n’s jaw dropped, “That’s how you’re going to practise, the actual thing takes longer and needs more strength but our priority is to perfect your aim for now, the charged particle accelerator is a weapon of science that can cause a lot of damage if used incorrectly and without proper practice.”

“First of all that was awesome” Y/n stated with a wide smile on her face, “two, I’ve heard of all of that, Lucky told me about some of your bigger damages. It’s impressive how something so dangerous can be something that helps so many people'' Y/n rambles, observing the damage with interest. While she was distracted Phoebe looked at all her features close up. She could feel her cheeks turning red from all the close proximity. She slowly pulled away crossing her arms, not knowing how to act.

“Well whenever you’re ready, you can start practising, I’ll be here the whole time, so if you need any help just tell me” Phoebe said while rubbing the back of her neck. Y/n nodded as another ghost came down, Phoebe didn't stray far, staying a few steps away just in case. 

Y/n took a deep breath before shooting, hitting the wooden ghost on the side, she stumbled backwards, and Phoebe caught her in time, holding the particle thrower with her. “Okay that was your first time on your own and it went better than expected.”

“Better than expected?” Y/n asked embarrassed, “Yeah, you’re doing okay, try again, I’ll stay closer to catch you if that happens again okay?” 

Outside of the training room, Lucky was observing their interactions with a small scheming smirk. “What are you smirking at?” Lars asked as he opened the spirit extractor, taking a spirit-free plushie out of it.

“No reason,” Lucky answered, ignoring the eyebrow raise of Lars, he shook his head and walked away to continue working. 

The training went on until 5 pm, y/n was exhausted after all the trying, her arms sore, but it was all worth it, the thought of capturing ghosts excited her. Phoebe opened the door of the training room letting her out first, y/n nodded and muttered a small thank you as she walked out. “Keep this up and I think you’ll be ready to go out with me- “ she cut herself off quickly, trying to correct herself “I mean go out with us on missions soon.” 

She tried not to look at y/n's face, she didn’t want to make it any more awkward.

As they were walking to the main doors, saying their goodbyes to the other workers, Lars called out “Y/n!”

The said person turned around to look at the scientist, “Lucky asked me to tell you that she’s going to come to visit and help out more with your room around 6 pm”

“Thank you, have a nice night!” 

Phoebe bit her lip for a second before continuing with their walk, Gary was picking them up today. She looked at Y/n who was walking beside her. Did..she and Lucky maybe have something going on? She turned around quickly when she met eyes with y/n.

“I hope not,” Phoebe whispers to herself, “What did you say?” Y/n asked curious, Phoebe straightened her back, she opened her mouth to respond but nothing came out. Luckily for her, Gary appeared with the Ectomobile, saving her for now.

“Hey there you two! Are you ready to go home?” He asked with a wide smile.

They both got in the car and put their seatbelts on, the car ride back was quiet, the only background noise being the music playing on the radio.

The evening wasn't much different than last night, Phoebe disappeared to her room and didn’t come out until morning, leaving y/n slightly confused and worried.

—

Phoebe sat on one of the chairs at the kitchen island, drinking some coffee while tapping her pencil on the island, thinking, trying to calm down. The idea of having to be so close to y/n made her giddy and scared her at the same time. 

She was worried she would make it awkward like last night if Gary didn’t appear when he did…

She sighed, putting her pencil and coffee down, putting her head in her hands, staring at the open notebook, full of scribbles, she couldn’t focus on her work. Her head was filled with images of last night, her heartbeat picking up remembering how close she was to y/n. She couldn’t lie, she missed the warmth of her hands underneath hers, they were soft. She let her mind wander, imagining how they would feel properly holding her hands.

“Phoebe, are you doing okay?”

Her hands slammed on the table making the coffee spill by accident, she turned to look at the newcomer. “Oh, hi,” Phoebe said brushing imaginary dust off of her shirt” Hi” she leaned on the island crossing her arms, sending y/n an awkward smile. “Hi”

In her head, Phoebe was cursing herself out, ‘three hi’s??’

Y/n glanced at the spilt coffee and then back to Phoebe, with a questioning look, before she could repeat the question, she got an answer.  “I’m doing okay, alright, doing great.” Phoebe cringed at her repetitive awner, Y/n walked closer, her face not changing. Phoebe put a hand underneath her chin, trying to act normal. “Are you sure about that? I called your name three times and you didn’t notice” 

“I was thinking,” she answered quickly. 

“May I ask what you were thinking about?”

“Science.”

Y/n blinked, staring at Phoebe, waiting for her to continue while Phoebe avoided her eyes at all costs. Deciding to change the subject, she pointed at the spilt coffee, “Do you maybe need help cleaning that or?”

Phoebe glanced at the spilt coffee before standing up and getting some paper towels to clean it up. “Right, right, you’re right”

“Alright then, I’ll go and..do a thing” Y/n said walking backwards before turning around to get ready for the day. “Oh good morning Trevor” and with that she disappeared up the stairs.

Phoebe cursed under her breath, “How much of that did you hear?”

“Oh you mean how much did I hear of your nervous rambling? Pretty much all of it” Trevor says casually, walking closer. “So, you and” he points his fingers behind him. “Ya know”

“There’s nothing going on” Phoebe defends throwing the paper towels away. “Nothing at all?”

“Nothing at all”

“Not even a smalllll thing” He pries, making his pointer finger and thumb almost touch. “Not even a small thing” Phoebe shrugs nonchalantly. Trevor nods, letting the silence settle before asking another question. “So, what science thing were you thinking about?”

Phoebe leans on the now clean island again trying to find the words, she sighed “I wasn’t actually thinking about science,”

“Then what?” Trevor interrupted. Phoebe sent him a glare before continuing “I was just thinking about all the things I could teach her today.”

“Y/n you mean?”

Phoebe nodded in response.

“Were you thinking about how close you’re going to be again today?” Trevor questions while picking out an apple from the bowl. Phoebe stood up straight but before she could retort, Trevor interrupted her “Lucky told me all about how close you were yesterday.” He informed Phoebe with a smirk on his face.

Steps were heard coming down the stairs, “We’ll continue this after your little date today” Trevor whispered. “Training” Phoebe corrected.

“Good Morning” Callie greeted, walking over to the coffee machine. “I need to get ready for the day,” Phoebe says, grabbing her pencil and notebook and heading off to her room. 

“Did I miss something?” Callie asked her son, pouring herself a coffee in her favourite mug. “Not much” Trevor shrugged, taking a bite out of his apple. 

—

The following days were filled with not only bettering y/n’s aim but awkward moments as well, or that’s what Phoebe thought, y/n thought her awkwardness was adorable. Phoebe also learned that Lucky, the traitor, was feeding her brother information daily about her and y/n’s interactions. Specifically the more ‘embarrassing’ ones. 

Phoebe crossed her arms thinking, watching y/n put away the proton pack, “I think you’re ready to train with real ghosts”

Y/n turned around “real ghosts?”

“Real ghosts,” Phoebe repeated.

A wide smile appeared on y/n’s face, excitement prominent on her face. 

The next day they were driven out to an open area. Trevor and Lucky stayed back in the car while they walked out. “The reason I want you to train with real ghosts before going on missions is so that you’ve trained with more than just a painted ghost made out of wood, some real experience. If anything happens I’ll be right here”

“I brought a few of the traps, they have different ghosts, you'll do one at a time of course. You’ll be the one busting it and I’ll be the one trapping it.” She explained as she put a trap on the ground, putting the foot pedal where they’ll be standing. “Are you ready?”

Y/n nodded confidently, raising the particle thrower, and turning it on.

In the blink of an eye, the ghost trap opened, and a big orange ghost appeared. Y/n cringed slightly at the look of it. When it noticed her she shot right at it, hitting it. She grimaced at the strength that was needed, it’s not as hard as she imagined but it’s not easy either. “Keep going, I'll wait a moment before trapping it, it usually takes a while for us to trap it after we caught it”

No response came back, y/n tried to focus on the ghost, and after a few seconds, the ghost was sucked into the trap.

“Good Job!” Phoebe sent a smile as she picked up the trap, “Oh my arms are going to be so sore tomorrow” y/n groaned.

“That’s the point of training, to improve your skills.” Phoebe reminds, “Oh really? I thought the point of all of this was to torture me” Y/n jokes, panting from what she just had to do. “I'll call it torture and you can call it training. Deal?

Y/n reached out to shake hands, Phoebe glanced at her hand before shaking it. “Alright then, deal.”

“Now this ghost is bigger, you ready?” Phoebe asked, putting a second trap down. 

“Ready.” The sound of the proton pack turning on again was heard. A giant ghost appeared. Y/n immediately shot at it, gritting her teeth as she held it back.

“So, a photon is checking into a hotel” Phoebe starts speaking, y/n turns her head to look at her confused. She let out a small yelp as the ghost pulled harder, luckily for her it didn't break free.

“What-”

“Keep going,” Phoebe tells her, “I’ll start again, a photon is checking into a hotel”

Y/n looked back at the ghost, it was a feisty one. “So the bellhop asks, ‘Do you need help with your luggage?’”

Y/n sighed deeply, focusing on the ghost, she shot Phoebe a few glances, ‘Is..she telling a joke right now??’ “Towards that, the photon responds ‘No thanks, I’m travelling light’” She winks at Y/n.

It was silent for a moment until a snort was heard, “alright that one was good” She says snickering, “Please catch it now my arms are hurting” Phoebe did as told, it being sucked into the trap. The sound of the proton pack turning off was heard, and she sighed in relief. “It’s one of my favourite jokes,”  she explains picking up the trap. “I can see why, it's good, but why were you telling me jokes right now? Not that I mind.”

“When we’re on missions, there’s always chatter happening between us, maybe some bystanders, and I wanted to test if you could focus while being told a great joke.”

“So does this mean you’ll keep telling jokes during training?” Y/n asks, stretching her head. “Would you consider that a bad thing?” 

Y/n looks at Phoebe, who is picking out a new trap, “I don’t think it's a bad thing, I like jokes and puns” she explains, she could feel a warmth creeping up her neck as she admired Phoebe underneath the sunlight. A small smile formed.

‘she’s so pretty’

“Well it’s good you don’t mind since I have many more” Phoebe says preparing for another ghost. Y/n looked away when Phoebe walked over. “Good to hear” 

—

“How long do you think it’ll take until they start dating?” Trevor thought for a second before answering Lucky, ”eight maybe nine months max”

“I give it..three weeks, ”

“That’s quick”

“Look at them” Lucky points at the two outside of the car, training. Y/n was laughing after a joke Phoebe made, Phoebe stared at her with a smile, saying something they couldn’t hear from inside the car, but it had to be something funny considering the laughing wasn't stopping. “I bet you five bucks Phoebes using her jokes and unknowingly winning y/n over.”

“Five bucks?” Trevor asked, raising an eyebrow, “What? Five bucks is a lot in this economy” Lucky shrugged before putting a chip in her mouth.

—

“I think you’re ready to go on your first mission” Phoebe says, breaking the silence while they put away their gear. 

“Really?” Y/n asks excitedly, “Yeah, you did very well.” Phoebe smiles softly, “Plus you think my jokes are funny, if you’re with us then it won't be just Gary laughing at them”

“Ah so my sucking up worked” Y/n jokes, “I don’t think that’s what happened, you seemed genuinely happy and were laughing quite a lot,” Phoebe tells her, leaning on the locker. “I am an amazing actor” Y/n explains, Phoebe leans closer so they're face to face, inches away from each other. “Oh no person is that good of an actor, you even turned red from laughing, come on admit it, my jokes are hilarious”

Y/n tried to act casual, a small part of her was happy that Phoebe didn't realise she was blushing because of her back there as well. Y/n hums, pretending to think, before answering “They were alright”

Phoebe raised an eyebrow making y/n put a hand on her mouth to not let a giggle out, “They were alright?”, Phoebe got a nod in return, “you’re lying” Phoebe reasons, “I’m not”

“You are”

“No”

“If you aren’t lying, then there shouldn’t be a smile behind that hand” 

Y/N shakes her head, “Come on, remove it” Phoebe teases, she gets another shake of the head as a response, she could see y/n shaking slightly from holding in laughs. “Come on, let me see” Phoebe asks, grabbing Y/ns wrist softly, removing her hand to reveal a wide smile. “So you agree I’m funny.”

“Okay maybe you are” Y/n shrugs, just then realising how close their faces were to each other, her breath hitched, her eyes drifting to Phoebe’s lips for a second before returning to look into her eyes. Her wrist, where Phoebe was holding her felt warm, she resisted the urge to properly hold her hand. “You have a pretty smile” Phoebe whispered, lost in thought. ”It’s all thanks to you, being around you makes me happy” Y/n whispered back. 

The only thing they could hear was the sounds of each other's breathing and their own heartbeats. They leaned it close, eyes trained on each other, lips almost touching but before anything could happen they heard the Ectomobile from outside. They pulled away quickly, realising what they almost did blushing.

Callie walked in backwards helping Gary park the Ectomobil. “Oh hey there, how was training?” Callie asked, curious. “It went great,” Phoebe answers, clearing her throat. Callie glanced between them both, noticing the tension, both of them were blushing, Phoebe rubbing the back of her neck and Y/n had her arms crossed, refusing to look at each other. Callie made an ‘oh’ face, realising what might have been happening before they came home.

“I have to go” Y/n says quickly, “so do I” Phoebe responds, they both try to go in the same direction, but they both stop before Y/n ushered Phoebe to go first, walking after her. “Lucky just might win that bet,” Trevor states, him and Gary entering as well. “What bet?” Callie questioned.

“Uhhh nothing” Trevor shrugs walking up to the apartment as well.

Part 2

#phoebe spengler x reader #phoebe spengler #ghostbusters #ghostbusters x reader #ghostbusters frozen empire

[missspringthyme]

February 8th, 2024

So before I explain today, I have to give a little context for last night. Due to not having a period in over a year, I missed the retrospectively obvious signs of what was about to happen and bled onto my sheets while I was blow drying my hair. Why was I blow drying my hair? Because I decided to make sure I showered before coming to my sister's because from what she's described, I'm not stepping foot in hers. This also meant that I didn't go to bed until past midnight even though I had an alarm set for 5am. Lovely.

Alarm goes off, I'm in hell. After a few too many snoozes, I get up and start to get ready. I've packed all my toiletries already, so I'm using my B list backup products. This includes a brand new tube of concealer that is allegedly the same shade as the one I've packed, but this is a lie. It looks clown white on my face. I decide that perhaps I could fix it with some bronzer, but I don't use it very often and the one I have in a palette I mostly use for my eyes. Now, I look like an orange. I try my best to fix what has gone wrong, but I look at my clock and see I'm running out of time. I drop third culture Australian's hairdryer in front of his door, skip breakfast, grab snacks and rush out the door. Google maps estimates that I will not get to the bus station by 7am, I still have to try.

I power walk through the cold, misty morning where the only signs of life are the bakeries. I press my feet into the ground again and again until my 30 minute walk becomes a 24 minute walk. I'm going to make it in just the nick of time. I get there and I wait and wait and wait before discovering the heist I've pulled off on myself. I put the time the bus leaves as 30 minutes earlier in my calendar so that I would get there on time. I only wish I had stopped to eat breakfast.

Bus ride is fine, I mostly sleep. Get off at Rotterdam to get my train to Utrecht and sit freezing for about an hour. I manage to get on an earlier train and sit next to a woman who smells like my grandma. Like a bathroom after someone's blowdryed their hair, a little perfumey. I haven't smelled that in a very long time and I think about it the entire train ride.

At the station I text my sister and tell her I arrived early. I lean against a railing near the turnstiles and wait for her to show up. I'm a little zoned out so she manages to scare me when she comes to say hello. She gives me options for lunch and we decide to find a restaurant in the city center because she never eats out and it's her birthday. We walk for a bit and pop into a store that I loved in Scotland. Inside, my sister finds one of those hats with a propeller on top and I take some pictures of her wearing it. She keeps saying she wants to go back and buy it. She also seems entranced by a geldautomaat that is just a yellow room filled with ATMs. She explains that it's because there's "no real banks here".

We find a little cafe that looks like it has good options, it's raining so we were looking for somewhere indoors but not too expensive. My sister doesn't like making decisions and she keeps telling me to do it for her because it's her birthday. She tries to order in dutch and doesnt do half bad, but eventually switches to english. I also find out she doesnt know what halloumi is, but we get fallafel pitas anyway, She does pay for my lunch, I'm guessing because she knows that I've not really had a ton of money because of the paying for family therapy thing, but I tell her that it's done. We talk about how and why that ended and about our family and speaking German and a bunch of other things.

We head back to go pick her bike up from the huge storage building. She's very excited to show me it, and she's talked about it repeatedly since moving here. The only empty spot we had found was a rack that was off the ground that seemed to be stuck, so I has helped her lift the bike up into it. Alas, when we retrieved the bike we discovered how to get it to slide out and down, you live and you learn

She has class today so we have to head to her campus quickly, and she offers for us to either take the tram or for me to ride on the back of her bike. I've never ridden on the back of a bike before so I go for that option. It's more difficult than I thought it would be (I was warned it was an ab work out but its actually my hip flexors that are burning), and I have to be careful with my legs because my sister keeps riding a little to close to the side of the road (she smacks me into a cone at one point). As she bikes, she point s out things we pass. Why this or that building is important or interesting, or the grocery stores that she likes best.

At her dorm, I drop off my stuff and meet the people she lives with before we go to pick up some flowers that are waiting for her at reception. The note says they're from my mom. Afterwards, she gives me a tour of her campus. I can see why she chose to go here, it suits her well, but it feels like a little bubble. Everyone here stays and lives on campus and everything she needs is a 5 minute walk away. Very American style. After she comes back from class we get ready to go out and eat dinner with a few of her friends. We go to a pizza place 15 minutes before the kitchen closes, but they still bring out a birthday tiramisu for her, which was incredibly delicious. We eat quickly and leave so that the restaurant can close. We stop and look and look at some tiles painted with chairs on the way back and I think of my insane AP lang and comp test that had the most batshit pieces of text i've ever read in my life including a long on essay on chairs and what they tell you about their owners.

Back on campus, my sister decided to take a running leap into a puddle and fell fully on her ass in the mud. Luckily, she was wearing her yellow raincoat, but her backside was still fully covered in mud. She decided the best course of action was to shower fully dressed in her concrete shower, but eventually I had to help her using the little hand held shower head. She was sad she couldn't wear her jeans anymore because she was counting on them to make a more basic top work, so I tried to help her find a different birthday outfit. Eventually she settled on something and her friends started arriving for the little get together she was having. She served chips and blue takis(?) And frantically washed cups and mugs so everyone would have a glass to drink out of. Their kitchen has a mouse so she doesn't trust any of the dishes in there.

They took photos and eventually everyone left to go to a reggaton night except for a few of her friends who brought out a cake covered in different photos of things that she likes/represent her. She thought for a moment and then blew out the candles, before begging everyone to please eat as much of the cake as they could. We then went to her campus bar, where we played some darts and danced. Initially my sister wasn't going to do this tradition where you stand on the bar and drink a cup full of shots while "its my birthday" plays in the background, but she caved and did it anyway. She also finally agreed to wear a paper party hat while we danced. Her friends kept trying to get her to dance with guy, but she was not having it. If she ever ends up dating anyone, I will be truly shocked.

We go to bed at 3 in the morning.

#sister #febuary #travel

[yaldabaoth]

Jon doing Western riding... 👀

#(gives him all my cowboy fantasies) #Western looks fun as fuck #I think the riding center near me only does English but #hhhhhhh

[lovelylusts]

Stop the World || Alex Turner || Request

Pairing: Post-TBHC!Alex x Virgin!Reader

Genre: fluff, smut

Warnings: first time/loss of virginity, vaginal fingering, cute lil petnames like doll, handjob, protected vaginal sex (wrap it before you tap it plz), where can i find a man like this?

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: pre-rona times obviously. thank you for your patience, my dear anon! i hope this was worth the wait!

In which your first sleepover with your boyfriend of 7 months leads to your first time.

There were no words in the English language that could really describe your past few months with Alex. All of your boyfriends before him were terrible - self-centered, only ever talked about themselves, cheaters - but Alex was so different from them that you were nearly convinced he wasn’t human. He was always a gentleman, always ensuring that he would respect whatever boundaries you set in place - whether it be discomfort with PDA, or having to tell him you were not yet ready to take the “next step” in your relationship, he was always respectful towards you.

And that brings you to your first time spending the night at Alex’s house, roughly seven months into dating. To say you were nervous would be an understatement - you knew that you were ready for whatever may happen once you two were under the covers of his queen-sized bed, but you couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming amount of butterflies arising in your stomach as you neared his house, your overnight bag sitting in the passenger seat beside you and you gripped your steering wheel. You took the familiar turn into the driveway to the gate that led to the high-class neighbourhood in which he lived, filled with white two-story houses that were a bit too close together for your liking, pressing the four-digit code into the keypad before driving into his neighbourhood towards his house. As the distance between his house and your car closed, the butterflies in your stomach fluttered more and more rapidly, until you parked your car in his driveway and your chest felt heavy.

It’s just one night, you thought to yourself. Everything will be ok.

You dragged yourself out of the driver’s seat of your car, walking around to gather your bag of belongings from the passenger’s side before trekking towards his front door. Your hands were shaking lightly, your head feeling a bit fuzzy, and you began to fear that your nerves would ruin your quality time with your beloved boyfriend. But when you saw him open the front door, presumably after hearing your car door be slammed shut, you felt your nerves begin to melt away - not all of them, but you definitely felt a lot better than you did during your car ride.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted as he neared you to take your bag from you, his long hair tied in a messy bun with a few loose hairs flowing in the cool breeze. “How was your day?”

You were relieved that he wasn’t bringing up any of the pressures you felt regarding your night with him, and that he was going about conversation in his regular manner - whether or not he could sense your tenseness, you weren’t sure, but you still appreciated the normalcy. You carried on the conversation as he led you inside his house, which you always thought was a bit too big for just one person, and smiled as he turned to face you and bring you into his arms. You were enveloped in his warmth and distinct cinnamon-like scent, nestling your face closer to him as if you were scared of losing grasp on this feeling.

He always made you feel so warm inside.

Your afternoon together went as per usual, with him listening to your gossip about co-workers, and you listening to new demos and song ideas that he had come up with in the gaps between visits. But as the night drew closer and closer, and you stood behind him with your arms wrapped around his torso as he prepared dinner, you felt your nerves come back. You prayed that he couldn’t sense the sudden tenseness in your body, or the mild shaking of your hands.

“What’s wrong, love? You feel tense,” he said, concern laced in his tone of voice.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you lied in response, hoping that he wouldn’t ask any further questions.

“You sure?” he asked, as if he could see right through your lie. He moved over to dump the pasta into the strainer that sat in the sink before turning to look at you as he spoke, leaning against the counter. “Seriously, what’s going on? Are you nervous to spend the night with me?”

“I…” You lowered your head in shame, staring at your minor scuffed boots. “Yeah. I am.”

“Love, you know I won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with, right? We don’t have to do anything like that if you don’t want to.”

“The thing is that I want to. I really want to. But I’m just scared, because, y’know, it’ll be my first time doing any of that stuff, and I don’t wanna mess it up,” you admitted, unable to look at your boyfriend as you feared his reaction to what you deemed an overreaction.

“It’s fine to be nervous. If you’re really ready to take that step, then I promise I’ll be gentle,” he said. He turned away from you to divide the pasta into two bowls and cover them with meat sauce before placing them at the table - again, the table was quite big for somebody who lived alone, but you figured it was because he had company over quite often. You two tried to move past the awkward conversation from the kitchen, instead going over your respective work affairs with laughter and smiles.

By the time the sun had completely set, you were both immersed in watching a random sci-fi movie that he picked from his extensive movie collection, though your mind was noticeably elsewhere, your eyes on the screen, though you were not processing a single thing that happened. You were weighing your options, going through each pro and each con of sleeping with Alex that night: you could either wait and just put off your nerves, or you could do it now and not have to worry about it in the future.

“Alex, love, I think I want to get it over with,” you said. You could feel him tense up beside you, though he quickly relaxed himself so as to not worry you.

“Are you 100% sure?” he asked. “I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

You swallowed, trying to breath slowly and deeply to calm your racing heart. “Yes. I want to do it.”

He reached forward to grab the tv remote from the coffee table, the screen going black at the push of a button, before he stood up and reached out his hand to assist you in standing beside him so he could walk with you towards his bedroom.

The room followed a neutral theme with paintings depicting a variety of different autumnal nature scenes, and a few fake plants littered the window sill. He had a king-sized bed with very simple beige bedding, a few throw pillows centered on the mattress decorated with various stitched patterns in varying colors to stand out against the monochromatic setting surrounding. Unsure as to what you were supposed to do, you turned to face him as he approached you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asked, his already thick Sheffield accent growing thicker and his voice had become a bit deeper, softer.

“I am,” you nodded, looking deep into his dark brown eyes, seeing that his pupils had blown out as your eye contact continued on, before you felt him walking you backwards towards the bed until your knees hit the mattress, causing you to fall backwards onto the thick comforter. 

You watched as he unbuttoned his off-white button up, untucking it from his chocolate brown trousers and tossing it off somewhere, followed by the plain white wife beater he wore beneath it. You assumed you should follow after him and began to remove your own clothes, unbuttoning your blouse and throwing it to the side, followed by your pants.

“You’re so beautiful, doll,” he awed, a small smirk forming on his lips as he dropped his trousers to his ankles before stepping out of them. You could see that he was hard beneath his black boxers, and evidently he was quite big, which made you feel a bit nervous, but you calmed yourself by reminding yourself that he would take care of you. “I promise I’ll be careful, ok?”

“Ok,” you sighed out, your voice a bit shaky as he climbed on top of your nearly bare figure, pressing a kiss to your lips as he trailed his right hand down to play with the hem of your underwear right next to your heat. You felt the familiar tingle of arousal between your thighs as his fingers neared your sex, until you felt the pads of his fingers rubbing against your sensitive clit over your black underwear. You whined, bucking your hips against his hand and begging for him to further. “Please, I want your fingers. Please, Alex.”

Alex smirked against your lips, his hand pushing past the top hem of your panties until he was met with your soaking core, running his fingers through your arousal before bringing them back up to your clit to begin rubbing small circles over it. He kissed your neck softly as he listened intently to your sweet moans, taking in how your hips slightly rocked against his hand and your chest heaved. You felt a finger prodding at your tight entrance before slowly pushing in, your walls contracting at the odd intrusion - it was only something you had experienced on your own, but this was the first time somebody else had touched you this way. You never wanted to forget the feeling of his long finger thrusting against the soft spot within your walls. Ever.

“How does that feel?” he asked in a husky voice.

“S-so good,” you moaned out. “M-more. Another finger. Please, Alex.”

A second finger slid into your tight hole, a slight burn accompanying the stretch, but it wasn’t something you were completely unfamiliar with due to your own exploration through late nights on your own. His thumb still toyed with your clit as he thrusted his middle and ring finger against the internal sweet spot, leaving open-mouthed kisses, and every so often a hickey, on the skin of your jaw, neck, and collar.

You finally felt comfortable moving your own hand towards his body, a moment of confusion evident in the way he faltered for a bit before he realized what your intentions were, letting out a low groan as he felt your hand wrap around his hard member.

The two of you lied there, wrapped in each other’s warmth as you worked in tandem to prepare for the main event. You both momentarily forgot that you would be losing your virginity that night, though you were shortly reminded when a third finger plunged into you. Your thighs were shaking, the familiar knot growing in your stomach (notable quicker than when you were on your own.

“Alex… I think I’m gonna cum,” you whisper, unable to raise your voice in fears of being embarrassingly loud.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he coaxed. “Cum around my fingers.”

He groaned as he felt your walls tighten around his fingers, the motions of your hand around his cock pausing as you cried out his name, shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body as you came harder than ever before.

“You look so beautiful when you cum,” he said, pulling his hand out of your underwear and removing your own hand from his. “It’s not too late to change your mind.”

“I want you, Alex. I’m ready, I promise,” you said, still breathless from your orgasm. Although you were weak, you were still able to remove your bra and underwear; now your bare body was on full display as he worked on removing his own underwear, his large cock springing out from the cloth confines. From jerking him off, you could already tell he was well endowed, but now that you could actually see the member, your worries came back.

Is he gonna fit? How badly is this gonna hurt? Should I still go through with this?

“Doll,” he calls out, interrupting your train of thought. “We don’t have to do this.”

“I-I want to. I’m just nervous it’ll hurt,” you admit, leaning on your elbows and looking up at him, trying not to be distracted by his bare state.

“I prepped you, but if you’re nervous, I can do some more,” he suggested as he walked over the the nightstand beside you, opening the singular drawer from the dark wooden table, grabbing a silver packet - obviously a condom - from the disorganized drawer, before looking at you with concern.

“No need. I’m just nervous. Were you nervous your first time?” you asked with curiosity.

“Of course I was. But, I was also a horny teenager who was desperate to knock boots, so… Are you sure?”

You nodded quickly, watching as he tore the condom wrapper over and placed the piece of latex over his member before he climbed on top of you, holding himself up on his forearms. His member was resting against your lower abdomen, his lips pressing soft kisses to your next as he tried to soothe your worries. Before you knew it, he was grabbing his cock and lining it up with your entrance, asking you once again if you were ready, before proceeding to push forward. You cringed at the intrusion, a whimper leaving your swollen lips upon feeling the burning stretch of your walls as he pushed his hips closer towards your own, his thick length filling the tight virgin canal.

“You doin’ ok, doll?” he asked through a grunt. It wasn’t necessarily an unfamiliar sensation for him; however, it had been a while since he had been intimate with somebody on this level, and he had not been with a virgin in quite some time. Your walls felt so warm around him, so tight, and in that moment he felt so lucky that he had the high amounts of self-control that he did, because the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you.

“Y-yeah,” you whisper with a tremble, and you could feel the sting of tears forming in your eyes; you attempted to blink them away, but they only hazed your vision and trickled down your temples onto the Egyptian cotton pillowcase. “Keep going.”

He nodded at your wish, kissing you gently to distract from the ever growing pain between your thighs, whispering to you to keep breathing and stopping every few pushes to make sure you were reading to continue. He eventually bottomed out, and you felt as if you were able to finally breathe normally, melting into his touch as he brought a hand to your face to wipe the tears off of your flushed face.

“You’re doing good,” he praised. “Let me know when you want me to move, ok?” He ran a large hand through your hair, kissing you all over your face as you calmed down.

“I’m ready, Alex. Make love to me,” you pleaded to him, grabbing his biceps to brace yourself for the upcoming main. He slowly began to pull his hips away from yours, steadily dragging his cock out of your sopping heat before he pushed forward again at a matching pace, intently watching your reactions to make sure he wasn’t hurting you too badly. The pain was unlike anything you had experienced before, but you welcomed it with open arms and the knowledge that it would soon fade into something more desirable. So you waited. You waited with tears until the pain subsided, whimpers and sobs of pain derailing into breathy moans and cries of his name as you held him so closely that he felt as if you feared letting him go.

You felt as if you had reached the ultimate euphoria as you felt him thrust into you, though you were certain he was not going as hard as he normally would in fear of harming you - he was always so gentle with you, and he wanted to take care of you now more than ever so as to not make your first time unpleasurable.

He felt as if you two were made for each other in every sense of the word - it was the way your hands fit perfectly together, the way your lips felt against his, the way your laughter made him feel as if his heart was going to grow so large it’d explode, the way your small sounds of pleasure filled his ears as he filled you in a way he hadn’t filled anyone else.

The familiar knot was slowly tying itself in your core as he began to speed up his thrusts, the burn had subsided completely and now you felt as if you were weightless and floating as he pleasured you. Then his fingers had once again made their way between your bodies to make contact with your clit, rubbing circles in the same manner as before. Many soft sounds filled the room, such as his low grunts, and your quiet whimpers, and the bed creaking ever-so-slightly as he rocked his body against yours.

“I’m close,” you whisper against his skin as you wrapped your legs around his lower torso, the knot now too noticeable to ignore. Your orgasm washed over you almost instantaneously, your body shaking as you came so hard that you swore you saw inverted stars against the white-hot flashes behind your closed eyes, a loud cry of his name leaving your hips as he overstimulated you.

“Fuck,” he moaned out, the constricting of your walls bringing him closer to the edge; and before he knew it, he too was finishing, filling the condom with his hot seed. He rolled off of you, collapsing on the bed beside you as he came down from the intense orgasm. “Well… how was that?” he asked after the brief moment of silence.

“It was… amazing. Thank you, Alex.”

“Why are you thanking me?”

“Because I can.”

#alex turner smut #arctic monkeys smut #the last shadow puppets smut #alex turner fan fiction #alex turner one shot #arctic monkeys imagine #arctic monkeys fan fiction #arctic monkeys fanfic #alex turner imagine #the last shadow puppets imagine #The Last Shadow Puppets One Shot #The Last Shadow Puppets #arctic monkeys #alex turner #og work

[smeeboswriting]

Hayloft | Johnny Joestar

❤️| Young lovers with their legs tied up in knots. 

Pairing: Johnny Joestar/Reader. (AFAB, Fem reader | She/Her) I use third person and did not use Y/N in this one-shot. I didn’t beta-read this and I do struggle with english, so I am sorry for any mistakes.(Edited because I got something wrong before I think, please tell me if I get terms wrong)

Warnings: 🔞Adult NSFW content under the cut, read at your own risk. More details below the cut.

Summary: Loosely based off Mother Mother’s hayloft, excluding the part about the gun though. Reader is left alone with Johnny in a hayloft. (Established Relationship, porn with feelings, following my personal headcannon that Johnny is touch starved due to his depression)

Word Count: 7631 words

Quick Note: I haven’t written in several months, and I do struggle with english as a whole so I am sorry if any of this is sloppy. I wanted to get back into writing and this is my first attempt, I’m not very confident, but I figured I’d post this anyway. 

Content Warnings: Risky Situations, Semi-Public Sex(Does Sex in a hayloft out in the open count?), Awkward situations, Use of vulgarity, Vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex (male and female receiving), handjobs, riding, cowgirl position, mentions of touch starved/depressive episodes. Please tell me if I missed anything that you would like me to tag. Or if I have done something wrong.

The ruthless sun peeked its head up above the horizon, standing just beyond the rolling fields of gold wheat and dry dirt until every inch of land was baked under unbearable heat. Johnny bowed his head, face peach pink and flushed with the sun’s burning kisses. He preferred the weather in Kentucky over the weather in Arizona. He huffed as he breathed in stale dry air that burned his lungs, raising his head to the front of his party and catching the tail end of Valkyrie trotting just a few paces in the forefront. 

Gyro sat atop of his saddle with his hat tilted forward, casting a band of shadow across his eyes. “We should set up camp soon,” Gyro announced from the head of the party, riding Valkyrie a few paces beyond the rest. Though he spoke clearly Johnny could tell fatigue and the heat was getting to him as well. He caught sight of the way Gyro grit his teeth and kept his head tilted down to the ground, his shirt becoming damp with sweat at the front until it stuck to his skin. They definitely needed to rest soon. “We’re ahead anyway, we can spare some time.” Johnny grunted in turn, gripping the collar on his hood and fanning himself. 

He checked the rear of the party, seeing her following loyally from the tail end as she sat atop her horse in all of her glory while her body rocked gently on the raised bump of her saddle. The girl caught sight of him and offered him a smile, before Johnny turned back around to face the dry cracked roar ahead of them. 

They tracked further along the dirt road until the horses bowed their heads and huffed with flared nostrils, Johnny briefly wondered if one of them might drop. He pressed a hand against Slow Dancer’s thick neck, even her fur felt hot beneath his palm. He blindly reached down beside his saddle bag, grappling for his canteen until he pried it from its holster and held it up to his ear, shaking it only to find it was hollow on the inside. He cursed, dropping his arm by his side with his throat feeling much drier than before.

“Here,” he heard her voice from behind him, spinning his head around to face her but quickly glancing down when he saw her arm extended out towards him with her half full canteen pressing into his side. He said her name in question, “Are you sure?” he asked her, and she smiled at him with those generous eyes staring back up at him. “I took a drink a while ago, so you can have the rest.” She shook it, the sound of water sloshing inside the leather bound bottle making Johnny’s mouth water. He took it and took a swig, tilting his head back and drinking two big mouthfuls until his dry throat screamed in relief. He wiped his mouth with the back of his palm and handed it back to her, giving her a nod as she grabbed the bottle from his hand. Their fingers brushed against the other, making shivers roll up Johnny’s arm all the way to his shoulder. She put her canteen back into its holster and slipped the cap back on, not minding that it sounded much emptier than before.

She was always kind and giving.

Her touch lingered on Johnny’s hand and he forced himself to focus on anything else but that ache in his fingers. Her name fell from his lips as he thanked her beneath his breath, she only hummed back. He wondered if she was bothered by the heat at all, from first glance she was chipper and bright, but he could see the telltale slack in her shoulders and the way she hunched over to the cap of her hat blocked her eyes from the sun’s rays as her chest rose and fell in large steady breaths. Though it wasn’t obvious she was also experiencing fatigue from the burning hot heat. 

“Look,” Gyro’s voice came from the front, Johnny turning back around and following his pointed digit out into the horizon line, eyes falling on the approaching figure of a large barn just a few yards ahead of them. It stood still in an open clearing where the fields of wheat halted beside a long dilapidated wooden fence. The doors on the withering gate nearly fallen off of its hinges and left wide open, leaving a clear entrance open to any weary traveler. The three came to a stop just beyond the picket and stared forward at the silent building that stood alone. “Wanna bet it’s abandoned?” Gyro hummed, snapping his reins against Valkyrie's back, the horse charging forward and stepping through the decaying fence, picking up pace just as he came to the barn’s near opened doorway. 

Johnny prayed the barn truly was abandoned. It had been so long since they'd slept with a roof over their heads, and he would give anything to have shelter to lay his head down. He stopped at the open gate with Slow Dancer coming to a steady halt. She stood beside him on her own horse, the two waiting just a few feet away as Gyro hopped off of Valkyrie's back and landed on his feet with a huff. He approached the long neglected doors of the barn and pushed the splintering doors open with his palm. Johnny watched as Gyro slipped his head just beyond the open doorway before disappearing inside, there was a moment where neither of them could see their third party before he stepped outside with his thumbs held up. “Ours for the taking, no one’s been in here for years.” He announced with his gold grin, “Lady Luck is shining on us today.” he cheered.

Johnny glanced at the neglected building that showed its age with forsaken wood and withering structure, a part of him wondered if it was safe at all, but beggars could not afford to be choosers. He said her name to catch her attention, gesturing that she follow him, the two waltzing their horses through the degraded fence and joining Gyro’s side. Gyro left the barn door open, Johnny using this to his advantage to explore the uninhibited building. He lead Slow Dancer through the open mouth of the barn, finding himself in a shriveled and abandoned room that hadn’t been cared for in years. There was a ladder by the south wall leading up to a platform where stacks of abandoned hay loomed above the ground floor, there were a few stacks clinging to the walls and corners but there were three bales in the center of the room left all alone. Johnny couldn’t help but to think they conveniently looked like a couch more than anything. 

“Oh, it’s a hayloft.” She said beside him, slipping her boots out of her saddle stirrups and hopping down to the floor. “I remember we had one of these back in Kentucky.” Johnny muttered, as she walked forward. She put her hands on her hips and looked around, “There’s so much, the place is covered in it.” She took three steps forward and kicked her foot out against the ground, bringing up dirt and stray pieces of what was supposed to be animal fodder. Single strands of hay covered the floor like dust. “I think it’s too old to give to the horses,” she sighed as she turned her nose up and sniffed the air, “It’s even lost its nose.” She explained as the scent of staleness filled her nose, unable to smell the sweet scent of hay fresh off the field. That was enough to tell her the age of the bales. 

“It’d be like feeding them dirt.” She walked further into the loft to investigate, finding nothing more than bales and an empty bucket parked beside a broom. She grabbed the broom, inspecting it before sweeping the hay covered floor in an attempt to clean an area for camping. Johnny focused on her striding figure, watching her flutter about the messy barn and sweep with her body slightly bent. His eyes went from her torso down to her waist, lingering a little too long on the curves of her hips. His hands twitched, remembering how her skin felt when she had handed him her canteen and their fingers brushed against the other. She faced him just as he turned his head, eyes shifting to the wall.

Gyro stayed just beyond the loft, eyes facing the horizon “Even if the horses can’t eat any of the hay they got plenty of other options.” he called out to them, “There’s tons of wheat around here, and lots of grass to graze.” He pointed at the rolling fields they had been touring. “If we’re lucky there’s a well somewhere nearby.” He rubbed his hands together before tethering Valkyrie to a fairly sturdy post a few paces away from the shed. “But we can’t pass up shelter like this.” 

Johnny knew Gyro was right, this was a blessing, a barn provided shelter with a roof and shade from the sun. He pressed his heel against Slow Dancer’s side, having the mare trot forward until she was at the edge of the three stacks of hay in the center of the room. Johnny untucked his legs from the saddle, rolling off of his horses back and slowly settling down on the bale below. The stack crunched beneath his weight, a few sticking him in the thighs but he couldn’t feel a thing. He rested his hands on the edge of the stack and found it uncomfortable at first, but the dried pile felt more comfortable than a saddle at the moment.

“Darling,” Her voice brought him back to her, she was standing in front of him with the broom held loosely in one hand and the other one pointing at Slow Dancer behind him. “Want me to tether your mare outside too?” she asked with a smile, “Until nightfall, that is.” Johnny nodded, “Alright.” he relented the reins over to her, letting her grab the leather harness from his hand. “I gotta tether my horse too, I bet they’re excited to get to grazing.” she hummed, tossing the broom aside and holding Slow Dancer’s reins in one hand and her own horses in the other. 

“Oi, you two.” Gyro called from the door, making both of their heads turn to the front. “I’m going to go find some firewood so we can hopefully cook something up for dinner,” he explained, pointing his thumb up and out towards the fields. “You two stay here and watch the horses, and clean the place up a little so we can set up for the night, got it?” He asked. “Yeah, sure.” Johnny replied, settling his weight further down on the stack he had made his seat. “You got it.” she said, pinching her index and thumb together in an “Okay,” gesture. “I won’t be long, unless there’s just no god damn wood out there.” Gyro grumbled, stepping out into the yard and trudging through the fields of tall grass that brushed against his calves. Johnny watched his figure retreat until he could no longer see his silhouette beyond the open barn doors. They were alone now.

Alone together in the hayloft. 

As she took ahold of their horses reins and brought them forward in her hands Johnny’s eyes returned to her figure, his skin itching as that heavy feeling settled into his chest, there was no denying the overwhelming feeling of need biting at his stomach. Suddenly the distance between them felt much greater than before, especially as she opened the barn doors ever so wider with their horses in tow. He felt deprived, yearning for touch now that it was mere inches from his grasp. Cautiously he glanced at her from beyond the open hayloft doors, shamefully imagining what she’d look like bent over a bale of hay with nothing but her shirt clinging to her arms, and he felt disgusted with himself for just a moment even if he was no stranger to her bedside.

He indulged himself a little more, remembering those lonely nights that turned warm and sweet in her arms, just the two of them tangled together in a tent with no one but the other. He wanted to be held by her again, his eyes locking on her soft arms that moved up and down with each knot she made in the leather straps until each horse was secure. He wanted those arms to hold him into her chest again.

She turned and met his eyes, making him tense, but she stared at him with total admiration. Admiration that he wasn’t sure he deserved.

She offered Johnny a smile, tethering their horses to a single post just beyond the barn beside Valkyrie. Johnny didn’t return it, glancing down at the floor with his hands balled into loose fists on his thighs. Would she sneer at him if she knew how badly he wanted to hold her on his lap?

 She tugged the horses reins with one strong pull until she heard the wood creak in protest. “That outta hold ‘em.” She said aloud, stepping back and admiring her work with her hands on her hips. Johnny eyed the way her fingers curled around her waist, until she turned to him with that grin still on her plump lips. The sun had tinted her skin rose red, and pebbles of sweat clung to her round cheeks. “I guess we’re gonna be waiting a while.” She said, though Johnny was hardly paying attention. Instead he favored watching the way her legs moved as she walked towards him, the curves of her thighs felt much more pronounced in those jeans. 

She sat beside Johnny, her thighs itching from the bale of hay sticking her through her chaps. Though it was oddly comfortable. She tilted her cap back and let her head fall forward, brushing the back of her palm against her brow. “Lord, it’s so god damn hot.” She said, reaching up and unfurling the top of her blouse, nimble fingers working on each button until more of her hot skin was exposed to the open air. Johnny swallowed, eyes quickly following the curve of her cleavage that peeked out from the open mouth of her blouse. He could nearly see the valley of her breasts.

He wanted to touch her.

He wrapped his arm around her waist, startling her as he tugged her into his side. She caught a glimpse of his hand just before it squeezed her hip, his fingers sinking into the hard fabric of her chaps. She was stunned before she was as pleased as Punch, leaning into his body with her head falling on his shoulder. He smelled like the sun, but she imagined she shared the same scent after hours of toiling on horseback, baking underneath the heat. “You feeling okay?” She asked, and Johnny felt the corners of his lips tug up into a grin. She was considerate, and kind. Something far too good for this world, and for him.

“Yeah,” He answered, drawing circles on her waist with the pads of his fingertips. “Just fine.” She lifted her head and offered him that sweet smile, and he took it with wide open arms as he hugged her tighter into his body. Now, he was glad that Gyro was nowhere near them, he knew the Italian would have teased him for the sudden display of affection. Yet alone in the hayloft he could freely hold her in his aching arms. She twisted her torso until she was chest to chest with him, her arms wrapping around his firm shoulders and locking behind the nape of his neck. Her fingers brushed against the exposed skin from the low line of his hood, leaving shivers rolling up Johnny’s back. A rush of blood ran down from his chest to the base of his stomach. That was when he glanced down, noticing the obvious bump in the front of his pants making an all too noticeable bump between his legs. 

He was damn near ashamed that all it took was her hands on him to get him this excited, back in the prime of his life he was no stranger to a woman’s touch, sharing his bed with many gorgeous ladies in his life that all eagerly threw themselves at his feet. Sometimes, his bed was open to multiple girls at once, constantly warm and filled. Then the accident happened, and he had grown far too used to cold nights in an empty bed, with no one even so much as batting an eye in his direction. Thinking back on it now any women he had trysts with were obscured, their faces long absent from his mind, he couldn’t even recall their names anymore. He never had deep connections with any of the women he’d slept with, they were only there for a short time, but he didn’t care. He thought he’d never be embraced so sweetly after everyone had abandoned him in the dust.

Until he met her, and she opened her arms to him despite everything that he hated about himself, and he found himself selfishly clinging to her. His grip on her tightened, fingers bunching around tightwads on her shirt. She hummed in response, pressing her cheek against his. “This is a real surprise, you’re never this affectionate.” she teased, making the bridge of his nose burn a brighter hue of red. He responded by shoving his face in between the crook of her neck and shoulders, hiding his bashful expression from her searching eyes. “Shut up.” he muttered, his mouth scraping against her skin. 

“I’m only teasing, but aren’t you hot?” She rubbed circles on his back, fingers dipping beneath the hemline of his shirt, sending blood rushing straight to in between his legs. Fuck, Johnny thought, it hadn’t even been too long since they’ve last had sex but he was acting as if he was a man who was starved. He didn’t answer her, instead favoring to use his maw differently. His lips scraped against her hot flushed skin, and he relished the way it felt against his mouth. He began to pepper hot kisses up and down the arch of her throat, pressing himself against her until the heat made it feel as if he’d melt into her body. She sighed in soft delight at the contact, tilting her head back instinctively and letting him run his soft lips over her arched throat while she tangled her fingers in his thick crop of soft hair. “Johnny,” She practically sang, encouraging him to sink his teeth into the side of her neck. She yelped, practically jumping out of her skin if not for Johnny grounding her by grabbing tight handfuls of her ass and bringing her forward until her thighs were practically draped over his lap. Her face quickly became red as Johnny’s hands slipped beneath the band of her blouse, greedily taking in the feel of her bare hips and back. “Gyro will be back soon, won’t he?” She asked, finally finding words after she caught her stolen breath. 

“Please?” Johnny mumbled, his voice falling into a lower pitch, much softer than before. He planted an especially wet kiss against her sun baked skin, running his fingers from her back to her front and pressing up until he felt his palms brush against her heavy breasts, and it was then he could feel her fall right into his hands. She chewed her bottom lip until it was tucked between her teeth, Johnny’s thumbs running circles over the hardening peaks of her nipples. “Only if we’re real quick,” she stuttered, “I don’t want Gyro catching us.” She moaned as Johnny cupped her through her chaps, palming her through the thick material. Johnny dragged them both to the floor, falling on the ground on his haunches while she sat right beside him. He leaned back against the hefty hay bale that was once their seat, while she scooted over until she was tucked firmly in between his legs. 

She first let her hands roam the slim but firm expanse of his chest, fingers dancing across his broad shoulders and ending at the vee of his stomach. His shirt rode up on his midriff, showing off more of his skin. “You’re so gorgeous, Johnny.” She praised beneath her breath, making the blonde shuffle beneath her and turn his head to the side. “I’m not.” he mumbled, which she responded with pecking his cheek, “You are.” she insisted. Johnny fell silent, closing his eyes and refusing to answer her but shivered and leaned into her touch as she palmed him through his pants. “I can already feel you through these,” she marveled. 

She had only been a virgin before he had gotten his hands on her, but with what little experience she had with him she used to the best of her ability. She wasn’t confident as she began to reach for his slacks. She gripped the hem of his pants and slipped them down the smooth curves of his waist until they wrapped around his slim thighs. His cock sprang forward instantly, half hard but not nearly at full mast. “You were already excited, huh?” She swallowed, wrapping her hand around the thick base and giving him a firm pump. “But we gotta get you ready before we can do anything.” She could feel him becoming bigger in her palm. Johnny gave a hiss, feeling her thumb roll over the weeping head though she wore the same bashful, uncertain gaze as before. 

“Does this feel good?” She asked meekly, jacking him off until he was fully erect in her hand. “Yes,” he tilted his head back into the bale of hay, groaning low in his throat while he admired her in between his lame legs. She had definitely improved since the last time they were intimate, his eyes running from her curled fingers and traveling up her arm, until he focused on her plump pair of lips that pressed down into a fine line with focus. He admired her mouth briefly, watching her gentle expressions as she pleasured him with her hands. He wanted to feel her lips wrapped around his cock. He wondered if he was being selfish, wanting more than what she was giving him now, but he wanted to greedily have every bit of her now that he had her and her alone.

He called her name, making her turn her head up to meet his eyes, still wearing that sweet face of hers as her hand came to a standstill leaving himself twitching in her fingers. “Yes?” she asked, scooting forward on her knees. It took him a moment to build enough courage to open his mouth, his tongue feeling dry as he spoke “Could you use your mouth,” he asked, his voice more timid than before, “On me?” 

If she wasn’t pink before she was now, but oh how he loved the way she looked at him when her face was painted red with blush. She had only pleasured him with her tongue once before, and as inexperienced as she was Johnny remembered how he melted into her mouth. She gave a slow nod, falling into his lap as she bent over and pressed her lips against the head of his length. He was full in her hands, the tip of his cock angry and red, leaking with precum as she cautiously ran her tongue down the throbbing column of flesh. He chewed the inside of lip as she took him into her mouth, giving him an especially hard suck at the head, earning an appreciative groan from Johnny. 

She had already improved from last time. “That feels so good.” He breathlessly said her name as he encouraged her, sweeping the back of his knuckles against her bangs. She hummed against his length, running her tongue over the heavy underside, before bobbing her head down and gagging as the head bumped against the back of her throat. Johnny was a good six inches, but lord was his cock fat. It was enough to fit him in her mouth until her lips were kissing the base of his waist with just the head scraping the back of her throat, but the girth made her tongue flatten against her jaw. She felt him throb, pulling her head up before going back down, coating him with her spit. 

It was sloppy, and inexperienced, but to Johnny it was enough to make him swoon. 

“That’s good, just like that, just like that.” He didn’t care that it was messy, he wanted whatever she gave him. She was learning as she went, bobbing her head and pumping his base all in an effort to please him. Yet he had to remember that time was short, and they had little of it to waste. He caressed her cheek and gently lifted her head off of him, his hard cock falling from her mouth with an especially wet pop. “We still have to get you ready,” He told her, brushing his thumb against her puffy bottom lip before sinking it into her mouth and pressing the pad of his finger against her tongue. “Otherwise it’ll hurt,” and he didn’t want her to bleed like she did when he broke her around his cock. She gave a nod, closing her lips around his thumb, making him shudder as he reached down with his free arm and unbuckled the loops of her belt, her chaps falling off of her hips and puddling around her knees. She sat beside him, giving him easier access as they both leaned their bodies against the hay bale. She kicked her boots off, the pair of shoes landing just a few feet away from them as he worked with the rest of her clothes. He grew annoyed with the pesky layers of her clothing, now having to remove her jeans once her rancher’s chaps were out of the way. She wriggled, kicking her legs out until the pairs of pants she wore joined her boots in a heap. 

He took a second to appreciate her now bare legs, running his palm down her smooth thighs and admiring any imperfections he found in her skin. He traced his fingers against the raised bumps of scratches from the wilderness or cuts from previous fights. Her chemise shorts were the only thing hugging her hips, blocking Johnny from the prize between her thighs, but it too joined their growing heap. He untied her wild rag around her throat, letting it fall to the ground before he quickly worked at the buttons of her blouse, splitting open the fabric all the way down until it opened wide around her chest. Her breasts fell free, not being held by anything else but her shirt prior to Johnny stripping her. He kept the sleeves clinging to her shoulders, the only thing on her back being her open button-down. He tipped her cap back until the hat landed on the hay covered floor, leaving her open and vulnerable beside him. He felt breathless every time he saw her like this, but his greedy hands already began to grab handfuls of her tender flesh, making her hum appreciatively and sigh in bliss as he explored her open body that was reserved for him alone.

“Spread your legs,” he told her, using his upper body strength to switch their positions so that she was pressed back against the bale with him in between her thighs. She looked flustered, with her sweat pebbled skin glistening in the sunlight that poured from the open slots in the roof, but god she was a sight for sore eyes. She glanced back cautiously, peeking over the hay to the still closed barn doors, checking for Gyro as Johnny began to grope the flushed mound of her cunt. Johnny furrowed her brows, he didn’t like that her eyes were anywhere else but him. He responded to this by tugging her down until she was on her back, making her gasp as he delivered an especially sharp bite to her inner thigh. She yelped, her legs twitching while Johnny gave her a pout in between her legs.

 “Look at me,” he muttered, using his thumb to pull her plump labia lips open, making her whimper as he turned his eyes down to her already slick core. He traced two fingers up her wet cunt, eyes narrowing as he gathered her slick “Damn, what made you this wet?” he asked her, rolling the hard button of her clit against his thumb. “Don’t tell me you got this excited while sucking me off,” He teased her, expressing slight vulgarity and making her hide her face in the crook of her arm with a whimper as he continued to toy with the pearl of her clit in gentle circles. He would give an especially hard rub every now and then to get her to buck her hips up into his hand when he wanted to see her squirm. He greedily took in the sight of her as she writhed with his hand pressed against her core. 

He leaned down, mouthing her thick lower lips before tracing his tongue over her puffy clit and making her hips jump. Rusty as Johnny was, he remembered what a lady might’ve liked once, giving her clit an especially hard suck as he slipped two fingers into her tight opening. She moaned into her sleeves, her twitching legs nearly closing on Johnny’s head if not for his free arm gripping one down to the floor. Though he knew he should be rushing he took his time opening her up on his fingers to prepare her, not wanting to repeat any past mistakes and being mindful of her lack of experience. 

As he scissored her open with his index and middle finger she was so soaked he briefly wondered if she even needed him to prepare her anymore, his two digits becoming drenched in her slick. He curled his fingers, searching for that tender spot at the roof of her walls until he bumped against it. She cried into her elbow, her tight walls pulsing around his digits. He relentlessly attacked that spot, with his index and middle finger working her from the inside while his thumb continued to torture her clit. As long as he got his hands on her, he was happy, and if he had the time he’d torture her until she came on his hand. He pulled off her clit with a wet pop, giving her a few tentative licks as she whined when he stopped altogether. He slipped his fingers from her wet core, rubbing her slick off on his cock. “Sorry,” He apologized, giving her an apologetic kiss above her navel for stopping so suddenly, “But you know it makes it easier.”

She gave a nod as she sat up, her thighs still trembling with the pleasant burn between them. She admired him with blown pupils and a smile on her lips, Johnny lifting himself off of the ground and out from the middle of her legs. “Come here,” Johnny said, dragging himself back against the bale of hay while sitting upright, before gingerly grabbing her wrist and tugging her forward. “I want you over me, like before.” She scooted over on her knees and swung one leg over his waist until she had each thigh on either side of his hips. She surmounted him, feeling his cock bump against her bare pussy as she sat on his lap. Johnny twirled a lock of her hair in between forefingers as she was perched on top of him. He continued to idly stroke her sensitive clit while she reached in between their bodies, gripping the base of his hard length and positioning him up until the head bumped against her wet opening. 

She seemed too eager to take him, to care for him like she knew he wanted. She cupped his cheek with her free hand, lifting his head up before taking his lips into a kiss. 

He welcomed the feeling with fervor, kissing her in return and scraping his teeth against her bottom lip. She sank down on his shaft with one smooth stroke of her hips, moaning into his mouth. She pulled off of his lips and separated their kiss with a huff, shifting on top him with the building pressure of being so full settling into her stomach. “I’m still not used to this, so tell me if I’m doing something wrong, alright?” She sweetly asked, Johnny giving her a nod before resting his cheek in the palm of her hand. She shifted back onto her haunches, using her thighs to lift her hips up and bring them down onto his lap with a whimper. The crown of his prick penetrated her, the wide head halting her in place as she huffed. Though Johnny had taken his time to make sure she was fairly prepared, even with their time restraints, he obviously had more girth below the belt than his fingers or tongue. He reassured her, fingers drawing gentle circles in her waist as she sank the rest of the way down until her soaking wet cunt swallowed him down from tip to base. She groaned, feeling full and heavy with him nestled deep inside of her. 

Johnny knew he’s had sex countless times before, but never this intimate, with love in step. Flings and trysts could never amount to the feeling of someone caring for you in bed, and Johnny realized he had never made love to someone before the girl happily sitting on his lap. Everything she did was in devotion to him, and it made him more eager than before. He sighed as her wet heat swallowed him whole, falling back into the bale of hay while she gripped his shoulders for leverage, using him for stability as she raised her hips only to let them fall back down on his lap. Bouncing down on his cock. 

“Does this feel okay?” She whimpered through a moan, rocking her body down as Johnny groaned a low, “Yes.” He only wished she didn’t have to deal with most of the work, if he had half the mobility he had in his prime he would throw her down on the barn floor and show her how badly he wanted her. He could only do with what little he had, such as saddling his hands on her waist and bringing her down to meet his hips. She writhed on top of him, letting him lift her up and down at his own pace. He chose a much rougher pace than hers, but she took it with little protest. She moaned and fell into him, wrapping her arms around his body and hugging him tight into her chest while he used all of his upper body strength to fuck her down onto his cock. Splitting her wide open on his shaft and having her take the shape of him. 

A gnawing, tingling feeling began to pool in her lower waist followed by the feeling of being perfectly full, her already hot skin burning even more so now. The occasional sharp gasp and moan fell from Johnny’s parted lips, mouth open as he gasped for air. The heat from the sun and her body burned his skin and overwhelmed him until he felt dizzy, but he kept his eyes trained on her bouncing body, her hips bobbing up and down while she rutted against him. He moaned her name in her ear, earning a breathless cry of his own in turn. “Johnny,” she stuttered, tossing her head back with an especially sharp inhale as the crying tip of his dick bumped against somewhere deep inside of her that made shocks run through her stomach. Johnny relentlessly targeted that spot, knowing he had found her sweetness.

Her nerves were on fire, fried from their previous foreplay, and Johnny did not let up as his thumb found the hard peak of her clit once more and stroked it in circles. She cried into his shoulder, moaning while getting a mouthful of fabric from his shirt. “Damn,” Johnny murmured, “I’m real close.” he whispered against the shell of her ear as she fell into him. Her bare skin practically melted into his clothes as her skin became tacky with sweat. “Me too,” She mewled, beginning to match Johnny’s pace as she began to ride him with further vigor. 

Johnny moaned with a sigh of fulfillment, feeding off of her excitement and titillation as he sunk his nails into her sides, leaving small crescent shaped craters in her once smooth skin. He leaned forward and scraped his teeth against the ridge of her collarbone, leaving heavy and wet kisses up and down her chest to her throat. Johnny was typically quiet during their love making, but he found himself chanting her name in small whispers that barely reached her ears. 

“Please,” He begged, falling apart in her arms. “Please, almost there. Please.” he babbled and nuzzled his head just above her breast, while he attacked her clit with newfound intensity. Rolling the hard button in circles and making her mouth fall open with a sharp inhale. He felt her squeeze down on his shaft, practically suffocating his cock in her tight heat. “Johnny, if you keep doing that I’m gonna-” She raked her nails down his back, his skin barely protected by the fabric of his hood. Her expression fell into a silent scream while she tossed her head back, arching her chest forward as she trembled with her orgasm. Her climax came swiftly, and he relented his hold on her now sore clit, but Johnny continued to pump her down on his hard length as she rode through her high. She babbled something akin to gratitude, thanking Johnny for making her feel so good, but he could hardly hear her from the blood rushing to his ears. She curled over him, pressing her cheek atop of his head and cradling his cheek, “I love you,” she moaned so tenderly that it made his heart leap into his throat.

It was enough for him to reach that peak and fall right over the edge, giving her a final hard pump and settling her on his hips as he came. He gasped, shoving his face in the crook of her neck while silencing himself with the skin of her throat. He wrapped his arms around her midriff and fully embraced her as he filled her to the brim with himself. His cum flooding her tight channel while they sat on the hayloft floor, a pair of young lovers with their legs tied up in knots. He didn’t think about the consequences of not pulling out, for now he was riding that high and soaking in her warmth until it became unbearable. He was suffocating in heat, evident by his blistering red face and sweat pebbling on his brow, but he didn’t dare move. 

Instead he clutched her, closing his eyes and pressing his lips into a fine line as he held her in place, effectively plugging her with his spunk as he remained fully seated inside her. Slowly the dizzying high fell and he was once again grounded, but he held still as she panted on top of him with her head bowed. He only sat in silence as the two of them caught their breath. He rested his cheek against her chest and turned his eyes up at her, admiring her as she basked in the afterglow of their end. 

“You feel better now?” she asked in that reposeful voice of hers, Johnny only grunting in response and nodding against her collar. She kissed the top of his head, smiling against his star spangled beanie. He reluctantly pried himself off of her, practically peeling himself off her body. She was a frazzled mess with the look of sex on her skin, he lifted her thigh and raised her up and off of his softening cock, watching as his length fell from her well-used cunt with a slick sound. He shivered, eyes falling on a trail of his cum running from her sore pussy and down her inner thigh. She whimpered at the loss of contact, the soreness quickly settling in between her hips. Riding horseback by tomorrow morning would be hell, but she could care less, evident by the bright smile she wore as she peppered Johnny’s hot face with kisses.

“We should get dressed.” She relented with a sigh, “Well, I should get dressed.” she corrected herself, knowing all Johnny had to do was tuck himself back into his pants while she was left mostly bare save for the shirt clinging to her shoulders. Johnny nodded though absentmindedly, instead favoring to hold her hand and fall in silence. He hummed, with one hand holding hers and the tracing stars and marks on her navel, he expected her to crawl off of him and get right to changing, but he should have known better as she soon leaned down and pursed her lips for another kiss. “One more?” she cooed, and he relented, succumbing to her affection and giving her a chaste peck on the lips.

That was when they heard the telltale sounds of Gyro grousing about outside. He called their names in a sharp tone, “Where are you two?” he called out, followed by his approaching footsteps. They both fell silent, heads turning towards the barn doors in panic as they could hear the jingling of Gyro’s spurs coming closer. “Shit, Gyro’s coming.” Johnny hissed beneath his breath, turning back to her and realizing she would have no time to fix herself and act as if nothing had happened. He should have stuck to just stripping her pants down. She bit her bottom lip anxiously, “Get down, behind the bale.” She whispered hastily, gripping his shoulders and pushing him down with Johnny assisting until he sank down to the point his head was hidden by hay. “You two in here?” Gyro called again, voice raising in pitch. 

She snatched her hat off the floor and tossed it back on, trying to put on as many layers as she could but realized it was pointless. Instead she favored to use the bale of hay to their advantage as she fixed her shirt, hastily and sloppily buttoning her blouse up until her cleavage was halfway hidden save for the skin that was exposed by her open collar. With The position of the hay Johnny was mostly hidden behind it, the face of the bale in front of the barn doors. She pressed her two arms down on the bale and covered Johnny’s body with her own, while he tried to sink into the floor but his head was crammed between her bust and the bale. They both fell silent with bated breath just as Gyro pushed open the heavy barn doors with his shoulder.

The tall blonde stood at the open mouth of the loft with a hand on his hip and the other resting on the wood egress, his eyes falling on the stacks of hay and noticing her sitting just behind one. He could barely see her head peeking over it. “The hell are you doing?” he asked, quirking a brow. An inquisitive frown settling on his lips. She offered an especially stiff smile to the italian, “I was changing.” she fibbed through her teeth, he took a step forward and she frantically stopped him, “Hold on, I’m not done!” she exclaimed. “I’m not decent.” She knew if he came closer he might see over the edge of the bale and see just what and who she was sitting on. 

Gyro froze, and took two steps back, much to her relief. “Sorry.” he apologized, glancing away from her now that he knew she was indecent. She swallowed the sigh of relief that was bubbling inside of her throat.

He looked around the loft, eyes searching around each wooden post. “Where’s Johnny?” he asked then, “He isn’t outside, Slow Dancer is still tethered to her post, and it’s not like he can just walk off.”  Johnny frowned against her stomached at that. “Oh, I don’t know.” She waved her hand, struggling to play it off as she sank down on Johnny to keep him down and hidden. Her hips straddling his stomach while he discreetly reached down and gripped the hem of his pants, lifting his slacks back up and over his waist without making a sound. On the off chance Gyro did come closer he didn’t want to be so exposed with his cum stained cock hanging out. “Maybe he just went out to the field to use the restroom?” she offered, trying to divert Gyro’s attention anywhere but the hayloft. “Could’ve just wandered out while I was sweeping.”

Gyro was silent, brows furrowed and lips pressed in a tight line before he shrugged. “I see.” He said, “I’m sure he’s around here somewhere.” He turned to his side, making relief flood into Johnny’s chest as he could hear his retreating footsteps. “I brought firewood, so when you’re done getting dressed you can help start up the fire.” His spurs jingled with every step he made. “You got it.” She said, and Johnny could practically feel her heart pounding in her chest as Gyro made his leave. He stood in the open doorway, pausing just for a second to turn back and look at her with a smirk on his green lips. “Oh, and Johnny?” he called out, making him become tenser than a wire underneath her. “When you get out from under her make sure to clean up.” Gyro said in a smug tone, “We’re supposed to be sleeping here, after all.” He closed the barn doors behind him and left the two in total mortified silence.

“God dammit.” Johnny groaned against her stomach.

#johnny joestar x reader #johnny x reader #johnny joestar imagine #jjba x reader #jojo x reader #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #steel ball run #jojo part seven #jojo part 7 #johnny joestar #Peach's writing #Peach's NOT SAFE writing #n/s/f/w

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Ain't Enough, Baby [English | BNHA]

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia (@Horikoshi Kohei) Character(s): Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Mitsuki, Bakugou Masaru Pairing(s): MitsuKatsuMasa Rating: E Word count: 2715 CWs: Pre-Canon, Shota, Mildly Dubious Consent, Consensual Incest, Incest, Parent/Child Incest, Dom/sub, Femdom, Pet Play, Handcuffs, Punishment, Spanking, Begging, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex, Piss Drinking, Aftercare, Rare Pairings, Threesome - F/M/M, Mommy Kink, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Summary: - He hadn't meant to break the window! He knew he couldn't use his quirk inside, and he hadn't; he'd bragged to his friends and Deku about his new move, promising to show them outside in the yard during lunch break. He'd just miscalculated the distance. He didn't explode the glass pane on purpose. -

The grip on the back of Katsuki's neck tightens a little when he and his mom step out of the school grounds.

He doesn't try to defend himself or even to catch her attention, but he does glance sideways up at her as they approach the car, trying to gouge how bad he messed up. Mitsuki doesn't meet his eyes, only staring straight ahead with the clacking of her high heels on the pavement being the background noise. She doesn't say anything either, not even when she opens the passenger door and points at him to get in.

The whole ride home is silent. The heavy kind, the one which makes his skin feel tight around his knuckles, makes him chew on his lip in anxiousness. That would be a dead give away of how angry she is, because the only times his mom is so quiet are when she's seriously pissed — and it's Katsuki's fault now.

He hadn't meant to break the window! He knew he couldn't use his quirk inside, and he hadn't; he'd bragged to his friends and Deku about his new move, promising to show them outside in the yard during lunch break. He'd just miscalculated the distance. He didn't explode the glass pane on purpose.

He'd already explained it to the principal and his teachers, Deku backing him up even, and they'd told his mom, so there's nothing more he can do.

Katsuki sits in the car, hands clutching his knees and a frown wrinkling his brows, sweat gathering at his nape.

[*]

Once at home, he gets out without prompting, following his mom to the front door. Inside he sets down his backpack, takes off both his shoes and his jacket alongside her, then they walk into the living room.

Katsuki stops when he sees his dad curled up on the couch, wearing nothing but a familiar collar, fake paws, knee pads and a tail — he remembers the first time he'd seen the set, Mitsuki calling it 'Daddy's doggie costume' —. Oh, he thinks, understanding and dismay dawning on him. His mom isn't angry just because of the broken window, but also because the call had interrupted their play time.

He watches his mom approach Masaru.

She pets his hair, scratches him behind the ears; she lets him nuzzle her face, press his nose into her neck as she coos and kisses him on the lips. She whispers an apology for leaving so suddenly. She sits next to his dad, reaching forward to gently trace the lines of his ribs, his stomach. She tells him «Good doggie, patiently waiting for me», her fingers caressing Masaru's stiff, red cock from base to leaking tip. He whines, hips pushing upward, searching for more friction.

«Ah, ah, not yet Masa,» his mom says, chiding. «I've got something to take care of first.» She turns to stare daggers right at Katsuki. Her red eyes burn a hole through his forehead.

Oh. Oh shit. He'd hoped she might have forgotten about him, but of course she hasn't.

«Come here, Katsuki.» Her voice is cold and commanding, in a way he only hears when she gets really upset with him, or her clients.

He has no choice but to obey.

He swallows down the lump in his throat, walking forward on slightly shaky legs. He looks over at his dad — calmly sitting on his haunches, his paws on his thighs while he ignores his neglected erection thanks to years of practice —, wordlessly asking for help yet knowing he won't get any. Not while he's playing dog.

His heart beats fast in his chest. He knows what's coming. He's been in this situation a lot, especially after his mom had given him the custom-made crimson leather bands he wears around his wrists; a gift for pulling off his first future, special hero move.

He fiddles with the wristbands, nervously thumbing the metal ring jutting out even as he halts in front of his mom. «Mo—»

«Shut up.»

Katsuki's teeth clack shut. She grabs him by the arm, yanking him onto her lap in a quick movement; he yelps, sprawled across her legs with his head near his dad's knees.

«Hands,» Mitsuki says and again, he can do nothing but follow the command.

He bites his lips but folds his arms behind his back, shaking fists resting at his waist. He knows better than to try to climb off, so he waits.

He sees his mom fish out a small lock from her pants' pockets; she hooks it into the hoops of his cuffs before closing it, sealing his hands in that position. Already, the tenseness in his muscles doubles and he has to make a conscious effort to try to relax. It's a pointless attempt, though, because his body goes rigid and his breath catches in his throat when his shorts are pulled down and off along with his underwear.

Katsuki feels his mom's hand settle on his bare ass. Her fingers lightly dig into his soft skin, squeezing his right butt cheek and massaging it, inching downward. She wriggles in-between, her palm now a bit damp, she probes along the cleft until she's tickling his balls with a manicured nail.

He sighs, can't help the way he melts under her ministrations — it's warm, tender, almost comforting in how it reminds him of all the times she touches him when he's been good, when she rewards him.

Mitsuki groans, shifting on her seat so she can bend down to lick and bite at his ass. «Count, Katsuki. To thirty,» she says. He doesn't need to look over to know she's licking her lips in anticipation.

It's the only warning he gets.

His mom's hand raises and descends on his ass with a resounding smack!, the stinging breaks out from the point of impact immediately. He cries out, jolting forward while his spine arches.

«O-one,» he says, voice quivering.

Mitsuki starts punishing him in earnest, rhythmically and repeatedly, the swishing of her hand cutting through the air as loud as the slap descending on Katsuki's soft cheeks. She's unrelenting. He can feel her anger radiate from her piercing stare; if he hesitates too long before calling the number, she grabs his hair and lifts his head up at an uncomfortable angle until he wheezes it out.

«How— many times— did I tell you,» Mitsuki snarls, uttering words that aren't orders for the first time since showing up at school earlier. «To be careful— how you use— your quirk— you fuckin' runt!»

Each short pause is accompanied by a sharp hit, each targeting one cheek, then the other.

Katsuki's body recoils, but he can't move; he doesn't even dare to think to do it—he doesn't want to think what the consequences would be. So he lays there on her lap and takes it, trembling and trying to keep his noises down and counting. His voice is nasal, strained; his face feels hot just like his ass and the pressure of tears on the verge of spilling prickle his eyes.

At the twelfth spank he can't hold back the sobs anymore. «P-pleaseee! N-no more...!»

Smack! «Count, ya ungrateful brat!»

Katsuki wails. «T-t-twen'-on-one…!»

His fists clench tighter, his shoulders are cramping up. Sweat gathers on his palms, between his shoulder-blades, behind his knees, between his thighs. «Mo… Mommy, pleeease!» His breath hitches on a wheeze.

Mitsuki doesn't stop or slow down. She expertly moves her legs just so, prompting Katsuki's own to part; she starts hitting his upper thighs, dangerously close to his balls and he can swear she lingers there for a second before bringing her hand up and down again.

«God,» Katsuki hears her moan through the furious pounding of his heart. «You make— such a— beautiful sight…! Fuck, I'm all wet!»

«Ple-please Mommy— AH! AH! T-t-t-wen'-four!» he pleads, hiding his face into the couch cushions.

He feels something brush his hair and finds his dad nosing at his flushed face in silence, Masaru looking at him with understanding. He lowers himself to Katsuki's level, licks up the tears streaming down his eyes, bumps their foreheads together. «D… Daddy…»

«Tch! Didn't say you could— comfort him Masa,» his mom grunts as she keeps smacking his ass. «This mutt— deserves a good— spanking!»

«Won't...  do— do it a-a-again…! P-pr-promise!» Katsuki sobs. His hair is yanked on forcefully in warning and he inhales. «T-twenty… s-s-s-seven!»

«Damn— right— you won't!» Mitsuki growls, delivering the last three strikes in rapid succession, harsh and aimed right at the center of his ass.

The living room goes quiet for the next several minutes.

Katsuki's whimpers and hiccups the only sounds loud enough to be heard.

He squirms on his mom's lap. His ass and thighs burn but are also numb, his face is no better; his body feels feverish and cold and kind of agitated, but in a good way. His dick is embarrassedly hard and tingly where it's trapped between his stomach and Mitsuki's pants. His mom slowly pulls him up and helps him straddle her legs, when he's regained control of his breathing, careful not to agitate his smarting ass.

She stares at him, her eyes dark with a certain kind of hunger he's become familiar with, but which softens somewhat as she takes in Katsuki's puffy eyes and reddened, wet cheeks.

Katsuki sniffs, bashful and wishing his hands were free to wipe at the snot leaking from his nose. «'M s-sorry, Mommy...»

She cradles his face in her hands, thumbs brushing away the stray tears escaping him. She leans in, kissing him square on the mouth. «I know, baby,» she whispers, sucking on his wobbling lip. «But you were a bad boy, and what do bad boys get?»

«… Punishment.»

«That's right,» Mitsuki says, honey sweet, petting his hair away from his sweaty forehead.

She kisses him again, laps at his bite-swollen lips and Katsuki opens up for her without coaxing, used to it, craving the touch after enduring her discipling. His breath still catches when her tongue slips inside. He does his best to reciprocate the kiss; he's rewarded with a gentle caress down his back.

He lets his eyes fall closed, quickly relaxing in her hold despite his bound hands and aching ass. He doesn't like the punishments, but this — the attention, the blissful feeling of calm that being cradled in Mommy's arms gives him, the pleasant buzzing in his veins —, he relishes in this.

It's incredibly reassuring.

«Here, baby.» Mitsuki whispers, pulling back and smiling at him, the pad of a finger tracing his spit-shiny mouth.

She unbuttons her dress shirt, pulls down her lacy bra and lets her breasts spill out.

Katsuki whines, falling toward her chest immediately; he latches onto a nipple, sucking and nipping it until it's stiff and swollen. Then switches to the other, repeating the process encouraged by Mitsuki's impassioned sighs of «good boy». He's too lost in pleasing his mom, in her warm skin against his and the weight of her tits on his tongue.

He barely notices her hands traveling down along his back, settle on his ass.

He whimpers around a pert nipple when she massages him gingerly, jolts of pain mixed with pleasure shoot up his body through her soothing touches and the fierce stinging. She pets his cheeks, squeezes them and runs her thumbs across the sensitive skin; she pulls them apart, her pointer fingers grazing his hole, lightly prodding as he shudders and whines.

«Such cute sounds you make, baby,» Mitsuki praises, her fingers sliding downward to skim at his balls and back up his taint.

«M-Mo— nnh— Mommy...» he moans, drunk on the addicting, syrupy taste of her sweat.

She indulges him, craning her neck downward to kiss him, to fill his mouth with her tongue over and over, stealing all of his breath and his needy mewls.

«Masa,» he hears her say to his dad when they separate. One of Mitsuki's hands leave him, the other still kneading his spank-red cheeks. «You've been such a good doggie today… you wanna cum?» Masaru grumbles a little, an affirmative. «You can hump our runt's ass.»

Through the haze in his mind, Katsuki hears his dad move, the couch shifting.

His mom shoves two fingers in his mouth, tells him to suck, keeps him busy while his dad crawls behind him. He jumps as he feels paws on his ass and a wet tongue lick a broad strip from below his sac all the way up his cleft.

«AH! Da-Da— nngghhh!» Katsuki moans, shivering.

Masaru sweeps his tongue over his hole again and again; he slobbers over it, the tip tracing his fluttering entrance before pressing on it tenderly, the warm wetness loosening the tight ring of muscles.

Katsuki arches his hips back, wanting more.

His dad pulls off for a moment — the muted sound of something falling on the carpet going unnoticed — only to mold himself flush to Katsuki soon after, panting loud in his ear. Masaru's hot, hard cock settles in between his ass cheeks, his paws at his sides. He starts rocking his hips back and forth, his leaking length gliding over his hole in quick, desperate thrusts. They both whine and moan, rocking together.

Mitsuki's hands are all over him; nails scratching his flushed skin, twisting his nipples, caressing his bound arms and hands. They sneak between their bodies and he feels her fumble with her pants, moans something nasty against his neck.

Katsuki's dick rubs against his mom's stomach, overstimulated and close to bursting. «AH! G-gotta p-pee…! I-I— M-mommy!»

His mom's free hand comes up to Katsuki's front, fingers closing around his twitching length. «Not on the couch you don't, mutt,» she says, her sharp tone ruined by the tremble of arousal in her voice.

He sobs. «Pl-pleaseee!! Mo… mmy!»

Mitsuki groans and pulls Katsuki to a stand in front of her, still preventing him from releasing. She sloppily shoves her pants down one-handed before barking out an order to Masaru. «Shit Masa… just fuck me, hurry up!»

The couch squeaks a bit when they shift to accommodate the new positions.

Katsuki feels his dad's hair prickle the back of his thighs; he sighs deep and long at the same time as his mom groans, her damp breath tickling his groin.

«Ah! Fuck— yes, God— faster, doggie!!»

«Momm— OH! Mmghn—!!» Katsuki's plea cuts into a cry.

Mitsuki's lips wrap around his dick, taking it all in with no effort and flicking the hard erection with an expert and teasing tongue. She sighs and mewls, sucking on him as his dad fucks her into the cushions—if he had a clearer mind, he'd be curious about how that is like—; he knows she feels good, he's heard her say it a lot all the times he'd caught them or he'd been made to watch.

His mom's hands are on his ass again, two fingers easily slipping inside him one at a time. They scissor his walls, curl downward and poke at his sweet spot — his prostate, a part of his brain supplies —, making him quake on unsteady legs and keen. He doesn't know whether to buck into her mouth or her fingers. He feels too good, too hot, too sensitive.

His dick is so hard it hurts. «Mom— nnh!— c-c-can I p— AH!— pee…? M-Mommy pl'ssee!!»

Mitsuki pops off of him, moaning and looking up at him with a flushed, lustful stare. «Yeah, pup— shit! Ah, Masa!— piss down your— ffuuck!— Mommy's throat…!»

She seals her mouth around him again while tormenting his sweet spot, and Katsuki can't hold back anymore.

«M-Mommmmy…!!»

His stomach muscles tense, then relax and he's releasing all the pent up piss on his mom's tongue with a garbled whine. Her hands squeeze his ass and keep him firmly planted against her face as she drinks and drinks and drinks.

Mitsuki's still bucking her hips up to meet his dad's thrusts until she stiffens, a breathy sigh puffing over Katsuki's stomach. Behind him, Masaru growls immediately after, halting all movement as well.

Katsuki's asleep before his mom frees his hands; he's only vaguely aware of the tender touches massaging his wrists, or the light kisses pressed to his temples, or the blanket draped over his shoulders.

«You did well, baby.»

#bakucest #mitsukatsu #masamitsu #Masakatsu #bakugou mitsuki #bakugou katsuki #bakugou masaru #GMiC!verse #rarepair #funkys fics

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Okay, so, first thing first. The second half of September and the whole October has been a wild ride.

Apparently this game blew up on TikTok (and probably some other platform or something?), and now I could see that there are tons of you who downloaded the game. That's just... so... unreal, at least to me. I didn't think this project would get so much attention. Even now, I’m still waiting to wake up from this dream 🙃

Anyway, if you’re new here: welcome! Sit back and relax, ‘cause this is gonna be a long ride!

I want to take this opportunity to say that due to the amount of comments, especially on itch.io page and my Tumblr, I won’t be always replying personally one by one to everyone anymore. I'll still try my best to answer questions and all, but I think by now everyone's common questions should already be answered in the FAQ page. So, moving forward, questions I have already answered inside that page will be ignored.

Still, I want you to know that I do read and treasure every single one of your comments. Thank you so much for your encouraging words, support, and suggestions! I'm sorry I can’t reply to those writing in languages other than English and Indonesian. While I can throw simple comments into Google Translate, every now and then the translator butchers long sentences and gives me garbled translation which I can't understand 😥

  ☕️ Special Thanks ☕️ 

I'd like to also take this chance to say, many, many thanks for the coffee, you all amazing, generous people:

M.L. | Dominique | Genki | Sara | 1 Anon

Even in this hard time, you’re all so kind. Again, I can’t really do much, but as my way of thanking you, your names will be put under Special Thanks in the game ♡ 

Alright, now, to the real essence of this post: progress update.

My work had been pretty demanding nearing the end of this month, and it made me get really sick of doing coding in general. Still, there is some progress on the game, and that’s good enough for me!

More details below ↓

Character Sheet: You / Player / Main Character

Before I get to anything else, let’s talk about ‘you’ first, shall we?

Although the main character's name is changeable, if you don’t wish to pick a name for them, ‘Suzuki Kaede’ is set as the default name.

Why Suzuki? I figured I would just take from one of the most common Japanese surnames.

Why Kaede? I chose it because I wanted a common Japanese unisex name, because the main character themselves is supposed to be gender neutral. So, the name came up as one of the results in Google, it has a somewhat nice and neutral meaning (maple), and I find that it sounds pretty nice, I decided to use it.

To reiterate, throughout the game, I try my best to not mention any physical characteristics and avoid elements which leans heavily to a specific gender in the story. All the characters in the game will also call you with your last name, and only neutral suffix (-san) is used at first. But you could get an event where you would be able to pick how the love interest will call the player, starting from that point in the story (on top of neutral options, there will be choices with gender-specific suffixes which you could pick if you want to). Other than that, all characters will always refer to the MC as ‘they/them’.

Now, moving on to the thing which people has asked about -- the player's Quirk. Here's a text version in case you couldn't see it in the image above for some reason:

What happens when a woman with Enhanced Learning quirk and a man with Camera Vision procreates? A child with exemplary learning ability and a pair of exceptionally observant eyes, apparently! The hereditary Vision you got from your father enables you to focus or scan an object or landscapes. With all the cues and information from your eyes, it seems that you're able to analyze and 'see' particular details of your object of interest in the form of numerical data. Due to the mainly passive nature of your quirk, you have to rely on the traditional weapons for offense, which might not be useful at all depending on your opponent's quirk. It's a plain and nonoffensive ability which isn’t so suited for a hero according to most people, but whatever - you’ll show those noobs the power of a gamer!

In other words, the information in 'Stats',  ' Weapon Proficiency', 'Special Moves', and even the 'Affection' meter, are actually part of the MC's Quirk. This also means, the more you hone your Quirk, the more it could affect your gameplay. I'll talk about that on the Gameplay section below.

There is one thing that’s kind of related to the MC's Quirk and I wanted to clarify. Bakugou did call you this in the demo, and yep, you might have guessed it: “crosshair eyes”. Reticle, crosshair, whatever you want to call it -- it’s that symbol you usually see in the center of your screen whenever you play FPS games. This is the only physical feature of the player's character that I specified (and yes, canonically, Hatsume has a pair of similar looking eyes in the original work). In relation to this, the icon for ‘activating’ your Quirk matches the same symbol.

Gameplay

Introducing: Stats, Special Moves, and Video Games!

Stats

There are 5 basic Stats for all of the characters in the game (brownie points if you recognize where they're taken from!): Speed, Technique, Power, Intelligence, Cooperativeness.

Your own Stats start off low, but you will be able to increase it by doing various activities, such as studying, playing games, winning on Heroics lessons, going to certain places, etc. Different activities raises different Stat, and you're free to choose which particular Stat you want to develop.

What are Stats being used for?

Certain Stat will increase a certain character’s affection, though it won’t be as much as if you hang out with that character.

There are certain places which you can only unlock when a specific Stat reaches a certain point. I’ll talk about hang out places and characters’ schedules in another post.

Weekly one-on-one training matches in Heroics lessons will test a specific Stat or Special Moves each time. Depending on who you chose to become your opponent, that specific Stat will determine the outcome of that match. On one hand, winning these matches can increase your Stat, but on the other hand, there are also special events you could possibly unlock when you lose. Again, I’ll probably talk more in detail about this in another post, since I still don't have the coding part down, so things might change.

Special Moves

Every hero has a Special Move in this universe, and so does the player’s character! While they might not be as flashy as All Might’s iconic United States of Smash, some of your Special Moves will have a direct effect on the gameplay. For example, a certain Special Move could unlock more answer choices for certain scenarios. Another Special Move could be activated to give you hints on how many affection points will be added to a character for the available choices.

You have a total of 5 unlockable Special Moves, and it will be up to you to use this feature: do you spend your time trying to unlock all of it in hope to make your gameplay easier, or ignore them completely in favor of balancing your Stats while pursuing the affection of your chosen love interest? It’s your choice!

(More brownie points for you if you got the reference in that picture lol)

Another use for Special Moves would be in the Heroics lessons, seeing as it might test how your Special Move fares against the opponent you picked.

Video Games

I would say that this particular element plays quite a big role in this game, since the MC learns and develops themselves by playing games. While you do have a set of games which you’ve owned, you’re able to purchase new games from the Video Game store. I would recommend doing this, as there are some neat ones which will help you greatly in your playthrough. But if you're not interested to explore them, that's fine too!

Each video game has a different effect, and it’s up to you to discover them! Or, perhaps, you could unlock a Special Move that allows you to know what effect each of the game has? 😉

What are Video Games being used for?

Most games will only increase specific Stat(s), but there are also others that can unlock Special Moves.

There is one game which helps you to unlock Stats or Special Moves of your classmates, which you can use in the Heroics lesson to pick a suitable opponent based on your current Stats.

In addition to all that, there are 2P games which require more than one person to play, and you could play them with your romance target when they’re available. On top of building your Cooperativeness, choosing the right answers during the gaming session will increase that character's affection.

Others

The basic functions behind some activities like studying, buying video games, and playing video games are done. I will probably move on to code the functions handling the Heroics lesson’s battles and the behind-the-scenes of when the player chooses to go to certain places.

I've also finished the two main custom screens, which is the Quirk and Games page. If I have time and the motivation, I'm guessing I'll be adding the two other additional screens I had thought of doing. We'll see.

Assets

This part is my nightmare, because I’m a perfectionist who’s far too picky when gathering resources…

But no assets = no game, so I did find several assets which I did like. This includes backgrounds, audios, background musics, and some sprites I was planning to use for developing the phone call function. I’m not going to list down all the things I found here, because I don’t think any of you would be interested in a long-ass list, but here’s an amazing background picture which I stumbled upon searching the dark abyss that is the internet:

Full credits to the artist: https://arsenixc.artstation.com/

Writing

I would have to say there isn't too much progress on this side yet, but I did decide on some story elements I want to insert into the game and scripted in a few scenes for the first day. I also managed to code in the dialogs for some common activities / places, like the video game store and a small part of school lunch time.

Honestly, I should probably create a sheet to identify how many scenes I would have to write? So all of us know the progress for this part of the development? ..... Let's see how it goes when my OCD flares up...

Disclaimers

All assets included in the devlogs are not mine, and credits to the asset owners / websites will be included in the game! My Hero Academia / Boku no Hero Academia ⓒ Horikoshi Kouhei

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #heroaka #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #todoroki shouto #wnha #devlog

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Coming together

Secret Santa for septicabzies for @codesecretsanta !!!! I saw you had ocs and I love writing ocs! I hope I did them justice! I wanted to get a few slice of life vignettes to get a few different interactions out! I hope you like it!

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“Why did I room those two together?” The headmistress whispered under her breath as two boys were led into the office. She smiled tersely and sighed. “Rafael, Antonio. What brings you in today?”

Antonio’s lips quirked up in a smile, despite his trying to avoid it. “Absolutely nothing, Miss Delmas. We were just minding our own business!”

“With backpacks full of homemade stink bombs,” Elisabeth Delmas raised an eyebrow and both boys hung their heads as she sighed. “Where were you planning on putting them?”

Both were silent for a long minute, and Sissi crossed her arms. “I’m waiting. You’re not leaving this office until you tell me where you were going to let off these stink bombs.”

Raphael sighed and lifted his head. “The second-floor boys’ bathroom. We were going to set them off above the ceiling at different times so no one could figure out where they were coming from or when they’d go off…”

“Thank you for being honest, Raphael,” Sissi smiled softly and nodded. “But your behavior still needs to be addressed. Both your parents will be receiving a call, and you have detention for three days. You’re dismissed.”

Antonio and Raphael quickly stood and took their now empty backpacks from the teacher that had brought them down. They headed for the dorms, and before Antonio could ask, Raphael slipped one singular stink bomb out of the pocket of his cargo pants and handed it to Antonio.

“Don’t ask questions, now we can get back at Geoff and Hanson for pouring spoiled milk on our carpet.”

Antonio cradled the last stink bomb and laughed. “You didn’t tell her that was the plan?”

Raphael made a face. “Of course not, didn’t you know? Their dads were like her best friends when our parents were in school. She wouldn’t take their side, but she’d have come down harder on us for not coming to her first.”

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“Carry the one, move that there, move that to the other side, simplify, and I should have… Tristan, can you look at this problem? I think I did it right, but I want someone smarter than me to double check before I commit to the answer.” Daniel looked up from his homework and slid the paper towards his roommate, who took it quickly.

Tristan’s eyes scanned the page quickly, and he smiled as he handed it back. “Looks perfect, Daniel. You’re really coming along with this, and soon you won’t even need me to look over your homework.”

“You really think so?” Daniel took the paper back with a smile.

“Yeah,” Tristan turned back to his laptop and let his fingers fly over the keys. “You’re smarter than you give yourself credit for.”

Daniel beamed and turned back to his homework with a hum. “I think that’s one of the nicest things anyone’s said to me in a while.”

“Well, you deserve it, and don’t let anyone or any subject make you think otherwise,” Tristan leaned into his computer. “A little work, and you could probably test into honors math for next year.”

Daniel smiled wider as he wrote out the next equation to solve. “Hey, do you mind if I put on some music to study to? It always helps me think.”

“Sure thing, I’ll probably tune it out, but that’s fine.”

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“Where did you manage to find scented nail polish? I thought no one sold it anymore,” Kimiko chuckled as she dipped the brush back into the literally bubblegum pink liquid. She pulled it back out, let the excess drip back into the bottle and gently brushed it onto Maya’s finger.

“The corner store had a few bottles of a few different scents! They had a black grape that I picked up for you if you want me to do yours next!” Maya grinned widely and watched as the pink spread and shimmered in the fluorescent lighting. “I love the shade! It’s so pretty!”

“It is really nice, and it’ll look better after a second coat,” Kimiko agreed before leaning in with a conspiratorial grin. “I’m sure Antonio will love it.”

Maya flushed and looked away with a yelp as Kimiko laughed.

“I’m sorry, I’m just teasing you,” Kimiko smiled. “Just a little joking between roommates, you know?”

“Yeah,” Maya sighed. “I guess I’m just not used to feeling so… silly when a boy walks by. Have you ever gotten that feeling?”

Kimiko shrugged. “A couple times, but I never let it bother me too much. Crushes come and go, but it’s not like my brother lets them anywhere near me anyway.”

“A tad overprotective?” Maya laughed

“That’s an understatement if I’ve ever heard one.” Kimiko laughed as well.

Maya looked at her finished hand as Kimiko started on her other hand. “Thank you for helping me with my nails. It’s something my mom and I always do together, and it never looks right when I do it by myself.”

“No problem, Maya,” Kimiko smiled. “You said you want to do mine when yours are dry?”

Maya grinned and nodded eagerly. “I would love to.”

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“Are you reading the Crimson Runes series?!” Daniel’s eyes lit up when he saw the book in Raphael’s hands. “I love the Crimson Runes!”

“Oh my god, don’t get him started, he won’t shut up about it,” Kimiko groaned. “It’s the only book he likes, but he’s obsessed.”

“I’m rereading it for an essay on a work of fiction that means a lot to me in English class,” Raphael slid into the empty seat across from Daniel. “I got the first book a few years ago with a gift card for my birthday and I couldn’t put it down! Read it in two days!”

“I have a signed copy of the first book,” Daniel smirked. “My dad took me to a comic con a few years ago because I saw he was on the guest list and I begged him to go to get my copy signed.”

“That is so cool!” Raphael put a napkin in his book to hold his place as he set his notebook aside, marked with pages and quotations. “I tried to go to that con, but we had a family thing we had to go to.”

“Bummer,” Daniel shook his head. “Maybe if he ever does a con again, you and I can go together and get your copy signed!”

Raphael smiled and nodded. “That’d be cool.”

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“Skateboards aren’t so hard once you get used to them, Maya,” Antonio smiled as he held the board out to his classmate. She looked warily at the plank of wood and took it hesitantly.

“Do I have to do this?”

“Of course not! Only if you want to!” Antonio held his hand back out to take the board back, but Maya held it to her chest.

“No, I want to try! But…I don’t have to try any ramps today, do I?”

“Nope! We can do all flat concrete today if you want,” Antonio smiled and reached to check her helmet, making sure it was on securely. “Ready, Miss Belpois?”

“No, but I want to be,” Maya set the board on the ground, and carefully went to stand on it. Antonio let her balance herself on his arms, and held her steady as she got her bearings.

“You’re doing great, Maya!” Antonio smiled and bit the inside of his lip. “Tell you what. You stay on the board, I’ll walk you forward a little, you focus on balancing while it’s moving, okay?”

Maya nodded, and Antonio started to walk, holding Maya’s arms carefully so she didn’t fall. As she found her center, she giggled and stood a little taller, making ANtonio grin.

“That a girl! You’ll be riding like a pro in no time!”

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Jeremie smiled at the letter from his daughter.

“Aelita! Maya sent a picture she took with the camera we got her for Christmas last year!”

Aelita came up behind Jeremie and kissed the side of his head as she looked at the picture. She saw the kids gathered around their two, and her eyes softened when she saw all the familiar features in the other children.

“They look…alive. Happy.”

“I think sending them to Kadic was the best decision we could have made,” Jeremie put his hands on hers and kissed her cheek softly. “Should we tell them they can invite their friends over sometime soon? I want to meet the kids they’re spending all their time with.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Aelita kissed his nose and sighed. “I miss them.”

“Me too.”

#code ss20 #codesecretsanta #code lyoko next gen #i really really hope it's okay #and the characters are... #in character

[no-dull-days]

Bogota, Colombia

Exploring Bogota's Misunderstood History

Three weeks in to Colombia, I headed to the infamous Bogota . As dawn approached, I arrived at the North Terminal. 14 hours had passed during the night bus from Popayan. The trek to Bogota took us through the Andes mountains, hairpin curves, and peculiar weather. I was suspicious as we drove by uneasy scenery. I’d researched every other destination prior to arrival. Bogota was the exception.

History: During the 1980’s & 90’s Bogota was the most dangerous city in the world. I'll bet you think it's danger emanated from drug cartels…More people were killed in Bogota by buses and cars than by military or political problems. Children feared being hit by a car, truck, or bus. Public transportation was a mafia run business. Buses would block traffic or run people over on the sidewalk. The people of Bogota were ashamed of the city. There was a lack of infrastructure coupled by low security and high safety concerns. Residents had zero faith in the future. Leaders didn’t know where to go or what to do. Bogota had no vision, no model and no money. It was known as the worst place in Latin America.

In 1998 Enrique Peñalosa was elected mayor of Bogota. During a visit to Europe, Peñalosa said, “as a fish needs to swim, we need to walk. Not in order to survive, but in order to be happy.” In regards to Bogota, Peñalosa was convinced, crime and poverty were connected to Bogota’s design — how the city was structured.

Something had to be done, considering Bogota’s population grew from 100k to 7 million in 100 years. Peñalosa created automobile restrictions. In the following ten years, Bogota’s murder rate fell a whopping 70%! From the highest in the world to less than that of Washington DC.

Bogota’s bus system was modeled after a Brazilian city. Today, Bogota has an internationally acclaimed bus system. Public transportation has brought the community together. Take Avenida el Dorado— there’s what seems to be endless miles of road dedicated solely to pedestrians. On Sundays, over a million people show up to ride, walk and socialize. It’s the safest place in the city. By way of urban design, a city for the people was created.

It changed beyond belief. We changed the city more for people than for cars.

— Enrique Peñalosa

As a statement of priorities, Avenida el Dorado was built to go through the poorest communities. It’s the longest pedestrian walkway on the continent. Buses and parks are all connected causing entire neighborhoods to interact. When communities know one another, crime rates fall and the quality of life improves. Locals even denounced those who violated the system.

Public transportation was a multi billion dollar industry. By placing mafia members on the board of directors and giving them stock options, the system evolved. A power play considering the mob could crush the city.

Bogota’s large sidewalks show people are equally or more valuable than automobiles. These and other changes made it more difficult for people to access businesses which led to a movement to impeach Peñalosa. People soon realized public interests come before private interests. This urban design proclaims a bicyclist is just as important as a $30,000 automobile. Bogota’s mayor, Peñalosa, left office with the highest approval rating of any mayor in history.

This is one iota of Bogota’s history. The powerful drug cartels of the 80s who ruled cities such as Medellin, Bogota, and Miami were historical times no doubt. Seeing the murals, sites, and stomping grounds of these tumultuous times was spine-tingling.

I explored the Halls of Justice where Supreme Court Justices were assassinated and many others were killed or held hostage. I’ve watched dozens of documentaries on Colombia and Pablo Escobar’s reign over Bogota. Walking around the city was like being in a history book.

The history was so thick, it almost rivaled The Lost City of Petra’s history! Escobar and the drug cartels pillaged Bogota and ran the city at some points. Escobar practically owned the police. He was both loved and hated by fellow Colombians. He also made the Forbes Top 10 List. Netflix’s, ‘Narcos’, does a great job of documenting what happened during this time. Both enthralling, and terrifying.

My Experience: Upon arrival, I had no plans. My Spanish had drastically improved. I was sociable, yet cautious. Violent crime still occurs at random. After Cartagena, I discovered it was tough finding a place to stay in advance. Taxis can be dangerous and I didn’t know how far I’d be from my destination. There were times I’d arrive in a new city, by plane or bus after dark. I didn’t think it was wise to take a bus or walk through unfamiliar neighborhoods. Speaking far from perfect Spanish and carrying thousands of dollars of electronics didn’t ease the situation.

All through Colombia, ATMs dispense pesos. Many of the bills are COL$50,000 and finding change can be difficult. Exchange rates and small bills was another barrier. If you’re traveling to Colombia, I’d recommend learning how to count to 100,000 in Spanish.

I rented a room in the common style five bedroom home for COL$50,000/24 hours. This gave me time to make plans, look at a map and figure out where I wanted to stay thereafter. I had a queen bed with a private bathroom. 15 minutes later, I was walking to another bus. I paid special attention to the landmarks because addresses were beyond my understanding. Getting lost was no fun.

Perhaps my favorite thing to do in Bogota was play tejo. Tejo can be played for fun with points or in professional tournaments. The object of the game is to throw fairly heavy discs at small triangle packets filled with gunpowder. Points are acquired when there’s a ferocious bang! They sound like revolvers firing at random. It’s fun playing in lanes with 30 people. It sounds like a fire fight. Only difference is, everyone’s drinking beers and smoking various substances. Players stand about 40 feet away and the gun powder packets are about 3 inches. They sit in a clay bay at a 45 degree angle.

Aside from tejo, sampling mouthwatering exotic fruits was a meal in itself. I sampled literally dozens of fruits I never knew existed. Fruits with vibrant colors and bizarre shapes with funky names. Outrageous natural flavors. I’d return to Bogota just for the fruits!

Though Bogota’s fruits were an enlightening experience, it made me sad and angry. I thought of Monsanto — the massive evil corporation based in the US that’s burned farmers in more ways than god intended. I thought of the politicians and lobbyists that support GMOs — special seeds created from the same corporation that developed Agent Orange in Vietnam.

Between fresh fruits in Bogota, godly organic produce in the rural Nicaraguan mountains and Panamanian islands, I practically had steam coming outta my ears. I drank water from a stream near Ecuador. It was the purest, most amazing water I’ve ever had. If you know what food and water should taste like, it should make you absolutely livid that corporations and politicians are taking control of our food supply and destroying our water for bigger profits.

La Candelaria: I made a friend at the bus stop who guided me to La Candelaria in Bogota. La Candelaria is a hipster neighborhood that reminded me of Berkeley and San Francisco. Graffiti on every corner, VW’s, head shops, music stores, and reggae music all flooded by local college students.

The nightlife here was unique. Hundreds of people mingled throughout the area on bicycles and mopeds. The energy was comforting and it was refreshing to meet a wide array of travelers in this area who spoke broken English.

The daunting feelings of massive Bogota subsided when I found a great hostel in this neighborhood. I got a private room and bathroom for COL$60,000/night. I met other international travelers. I had a solid internet connection, private living quarters, a hot shower, and food from all over the world in my neighborhood.

In the following days, I explored the city on bicycle — by guided tour and on my own. Two friends and I rode around for five hours with a Bogota local. We saw cemeteries, tasted the world’s finest coffee, learned about political graffiti, human rights, Pablo Escobar, terrorism, cocaine, Buddhism, the upper class, and people who lived in sewers. We learned about the Emerald Industry and agriculture.

Attractions: The city of Bogota, home to about 10 million people, is a massive city. It resides at 8,660 ft in the Andes Mountains. The air is a little thin, but I got used to it. You’d really need many months to see everything the city has to offer. I enjoyed the hike to the top of the Monserrate.

Monserrate is a mountain that dominates the city center of Bogota, the capital city of Colombia. It rises to 10,341 ft above the sea level, where there is a church built in the 17th century. — Wikipedia

Bolivar Square is a huge plaza with government buildings, tremendous history and usually the location of concerts and festivals. It’s a great place to socialize and take in the open air. I also enjoyed the Bogota Botanical Gardens. It too was a nice place to casually walk around, mingle, and learn something new.

However, I enjoyed Parque 93 moreso. It reminded me of Golden Gate Park in San Francisco where singles, families, couples, bikers, and dog walkers all come together for lunch, reading the newspaper, and snoozing in the sunshine. The bike tour was probably my favorite though. There’s a number of companies throughout the city. If you’re looking for nightlife in Bogota, I can vouch for that too. If you’re a social butterfly, workaholic, party animal, foodie, or entrepreneur, Bogota has plenty to offer.

[thedanceforpeace]

I prayed to god last night

To please help me sleep

Please help me get all the pain in my chest out and the pain in my brain out

I woke up and went to get my girlfriends moms dog and gave him lay in the room. We are watching him while she’s on a trip and he is staying in the bedroom at night. He was accidentally locked out today

My cat walked in too when I got the dog, and that made me happy.

I am instantly feeling a lot more comforted

I actually fall asleep

I have a few sex dreams involving my girlfriend who is right next to me, and they take place in our room now as if we were both actually awake

I eventually start dreaming of other things

Some type of fun sea adventure with lots of birds that is SO beautiful

Then lots of jumbled stuff.

Then, a car toy that I enjoy a lot and that I feel like Iv had before even though I don’t think I have

Then a dream about witnessing/riding alongside a music video. I am interrupted by my phone showing me a music video of adventures with dyl

I pass by old me with dyl at a football game or something sitting next to her when she identified as him. But I have long hair and am clearly anxious and uncomfortable. I never had long hair when I hung out with dyl in the earlier days. I don’t like what I’m looking at about myself.

Then a friend calls and invites me to hang out with her and one other person

I say yes and plan to do so, and on my way there I end up with one of those friends but one different person and they’re taking me to a concert

I feel nervous about not calling the other person to follow up on plans but they haven’t called me either and I justify going to this event that way and figure if anything I’ll leave early and then go hang out with them. At the event we check in, i am intrigued by the woman checking us in and she asks if I want to see her art project as one of my 3 person group head to the concert. I say yes, her art project is a room that I go and sit inside of on a couch. The room is pink. I feel like Iv seen the room before in another dream and I ask her if she’s ever had another art project with pink walls but she tells me no. My other friend in our group says to call her if I need to find her but then when I try to get her number doesn’t give it to me and says to just go yell her nickname in the crowd. I think that’s stupid and kind of give up on going into the concert at all.

Now I’m on a families property. In the front of their house. I’m sitting in a chair and there is a woman there sitting near me but on kind of an elevated platform. We talked but I don’t remember about what. She tells her kids “come here” into this big plastic car type toy for them and “it’s time for me to control you” I think to myself that that was weird but probably a difference in English and Spanish even though I haven’t heard her speak Spanish I start thinking about how Latin ways of saying things can translate harshly to English. Which Iv contemplated recently in my waking life. The woman sits back in her chair and now her husband is also here in a chair sitting directly across from me but also elevated like her. I realize I am shirtless. I am chatting very comfortably but I cover my breasts because I worry I’ll make others uncomfortable. So I put a shirt on. It’s my green buttondown shirt. A couple of things happen in the dream that make me feel dream deja vu again, like I already had this dream a long long time ago. And as I tell them, the man says yes you have and is very happy. He then says “oh I love it when they come back, they may leave but when they come back I LOVE it” I feel his own happiness and shining light inside me like it’s my own and something about this feeling has changed my shirt to a yellow button down I used to have that’s a bit tighter and I really loved. I like this shirt a lot better, and I feel like he is such a light and I am drawn to whatever he is trying to insinuate about me right now. It has to do with something deep inside me. He will not force it on me but if I come to him he will help me. I get up out of my chair to go to him and as I am walking up the steps I stumble and fall back down a few of them, I see flashes of rhe color of the old shirt on my shoes and the man says to me “yes people are talking about you, they will and they are now” and I use more strength to plant my feet while going back up the stairs, I still feel I was not firm on the ground but I made it up the stairs and won’t be knocked down. He looks at me and his wife is also on my left watching. He says “women, you don’t trust them.” He does not think this is a good thing but doesn’t condemn me for it and wants me to heal from it, he doesn’t say anything like that but he doesn’t need to I can feel it. I go on my knees close my eyes and try with my entire being to feel my own soul. My very center. He has gotten up to let me do that at the table in front of his chair. I feel my center. I am a man. I like the yellow shirt. And that is the only place inside me that feels good. I open my eyes again. More sure than I have ever been before about who I am inside, and when I look at him with absolute certainty in my eyes he goes “oh yes!” And dissappears while saying “time to cut that hair, I’m going to get the shears” I am left standing there, and his wife is there too. And I feel like I have more of an identity than ever, and I have support coming in from both a man and a woman. And I feel strong. And I wake up. Still feeling that way.

[writingmyselfout]

Because I Could Not Stop for Death - Chapter Five

Language: English

Rating: Teen+

Pairing: Hermione Granger/Harry Potter

Tags: AU - Canon Divergence, Reptilia28′s Don’t Fear the Reaper Challenge, Manipulative Dumbledore, Black Hermione Granger, Slight Ron Weasley Bashing

Prologue 1 2 3 4

Chapter 5: This Is My Now

Summary: Sorting Ceremony

THE ride to the castle is not as eventful as Draco predicted, despite the slight delay caused when Ron Weasley loudly complains that Draco took his spot and Hagrid, realizing that all other boats already have four students, redirects him to be the fifth in the next boat over. Harry is too busy admiring the sight of the giant castle before them, with what looks like every visible window lit up against the night sky, to pay Weasley much mind. He understands now what someone means when they say something is breathtaking, because he’s sure he stopped breathing for a moment when he first saw it, and isn’t sure he’s quite managed to catch his breath as the boats take off across the lake.  

   He’s not the only one fascinated. There is silence except for the sound of water lapping against the magically propelled boats as their journey starts, with whispers only starting up when they’re about halfway across. Their boat is in the lead, but the fleet of boats--which Hagrid informs them is nineteen out of the school’s total of thirty-six--are close enough that the voices of one carry over to the occupants of those closest. Granted, Harry thinks, it’s possible that it only seems that way because Ron Weasley, in the boat just behind theirs on the left, is loudly complaining about Draco Malfoy having shoved him out of the way when he was going to sit with Harry Potter. A blatant lie that Draco scoffs at, but doesn’t deem to try to refute from this distance.

    When they disembark on the other side of the lake, they are on a landing stage slightly sheltered by rock formations. Hagrid looks them over, making Draco smile at Harry knowingly when he picks Neville’s frog up from their boat and hands the animal back to him, reminding him to hold onto it this time. Then, when he’s sure that no student has been lost, he leads them up some stone steps. Harry thinks this must have been a cave at some point, rocky walls closing in slightly on either side with lanterns alternating from one side to the other to light their way, and he thinks it’s a good thing he’s not claustrophobic as the shadows they cast on the ceiling make it almost look like it’s moving down closer to them.

    At the top of the stairs is a stone landing, similar to the one below they’d stood on after getting out of the boats, but the bright lanterns on either side of the door make the design on it clearly visible. The stones are gray, with a darker one used to create a capital letter H. The door before them, a large, sturdy-looking wooden door with metal bands across it and a small little hatch in the door. When Hagrid pounds his fist heavily against the wood, Harry expects it to open and a face to peer out, but instead the door opens completely, light flooding out from inside, and standing there is none other than the dark-haired witch, Professor McGonagall, in emerald green robes.

    “Evenin’, Professor,” Hagrid greets. “Got yer first years here, all seventy-seven of ‘em.”

    “Thank you, Hagrid. Come along then.”

    They shuffle in after her and find themselves now in a brightly lit room. There’s a large rug covering most of the stone floor, and directly across the door they come in through is a large fireplace, with an equally large fire lit and blazing within. It makes the room pleasantly warm after the cool air they were just in. There are two long tapestries on either side of the fireplace, totaling four, each of them in different colors and with an animal displayed prominently in its center around a letter. To the left are some benches along the way, and some portraits of landscapes above them. To the right is a door, which is where McGonagall walks to as she waits for them to all come into the room.

    Harry goes over in her direction after a brief glance around the room. “Hello, Professor,” he greets, a little shy. He’s never really been close to a teacher before, but while he doesn’t want his new classmates to think he’s a teacher’s pet, he rather likes the woman who helped ensure he could attend school.

    “Mr. Potter.” She addresses him formally, but she gives him a small smile, which negates her stern tone and her previously stern demeanor. “I see you made it onto the train all right.”

    Harry nods, and almost goes on to tell her about being moved into the smallest bedroom upstairs, but Hagrid closes the door then, signaling that all the students are inside. The big man makes his way around the students and out of the room through the door they are near, and Harry realizes this conversation will have to wait as the older witch clears her throat to draw the attention of all the students. Once all eyes are on her, she speaks.

    “Welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,” she begins. “The term officially begins with a start-of-term banquet attended by the entire school, which you will be joining shortly over in the Great Hall. Before you can take your seats, however, you will be sorted into one of the four Hogwarts houses.” She gestures over towards the tapestries hanging on the wall by the fireplace.

    The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each has its own noble history and has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are students here, your house will be like your family within Hogwarts. You will sleep in your house dormitory, study and spend free time in your house common room, and most, if not all, of your classes will be with the rest of your housemates. You will also work together with your house to earn points for your house. Your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule-breaking will lose your house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house Cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to your house, whichever it may be.

    “Now, the Sorting Ceremony will take place in front of the whole school, so I suggest you all smarten yourselves up while you wait.” She runs a critical eye over them, pausing here and there on specific students. “Now wait quietly while I check to see if they are ready yet.”

    Without another word, she leaves through the same door Hagrid left, and voices erupt in her wake. Students asking each other what house they think they’ll join, and what the Sorting might entail.

    “Harry.” He turns to see Draco just off to the side with a group that seems to already know each other, waving him over. Harry goes over to the group, which consists of two girls and three boys besides Draco, assuming that these are the friends he previously mentioned. Sure enough, once he’s reached them, Draco says, “These are the friends I mentioned earlier. Theodore Nott, Vincent Crabb, Gregory Goyle, Pansy Parkinson, and Millicent Bulstrode. Guys, this is Harry Potter.”

    Others nearby hear the name and there’s a ripple effect through the room as it’s whispered back and forth. Harry tries to ignore it as he greets Draco’s friends. “Hi, nice to meet you.”

    Theodore Nott replies in kind, but he’s the only one. Pansy Parkinson leans into Millicent, saying in a loud whisper, “ The Harry Potter, huh? Somehow not as impressive as the stories would have us believe.”

    Harry feels his face grow warm while Draco scowls at her, but before either can respond, there’s a collection of gasps and a few screams. Looking around, they see what has startled some of the others, as a group of almost two dozen ghosts have come streaming through one wall. They’re just far enough that Harry can’t make out any conversations until a ghost in tights and ruff notices the students below them and asks what they’re all doing.

    “New students!” The answer comes from the ghost the first had been speaking with, a pleasant looking, chubby man dressed in a long corded tunic robe of some sort. Harry isn’t sure what it’s called, but he’s certain the man is a friar of some sort. “I believe they’re waiting to be Sorted, yes?”

    Various students nod. Harry looks over at Draco, and he hopes this isn’t a stupid question because it didn’t occur to him until now, but he wants to ask before McGonagall comes back. “How are they going to sort us?”

    “Honestly? Don’t know,” Draco admits with a shrug. “Mother and Father wouldn’t say. It’s tradition to go in not knowing.”

    “My brother Fred said it hurts.” They turn to see Ron Weasley, who’s clearly been eavesdropping.

    “H-Hurts?” Neville Longbottom, using one hand to try to fix his robe which is fastened under one ear, stares at Ron wide-eyed. His grip on his toad goes slack and he almost loses it before Hermione Granger nudges him.

    “I doubt it,” she responds once Nevile has regained hold on the toad. “It is a school, after all. They aren’t going to let us get hurt .”

    “Okay, Miss Know-It-All, what do you think it is?” Ron grumbles at her, glaring. “Since you know more than me.”

    She frowns at him. “I am just saying, it is highly unlikely that a school is going to purposely allow students to get hurt for, what, dorm assignments?” Neville next to her visibly relaxes, and there are a few murmurs of agreement. Ron’s face goes a little pink. “Now it doesn’t say in Hogwarts, A History what the Sorting entails, but I imagine it’s more likely a test of some sort.”

    “Oh, ‘it doesn’t say in Hogwarts, A History ’,” he mocks, pitching his voice higher and causing a few kids to snicker. “That’s not even one of our textbooks. What kind of nerd does extra reading before school?”

    Her darker skin doesn’t visibly change colors, but the way Hermione presses her lips together and crosses her arms reads to Harry clear as day as if she’s embarrassed. She doesn’t respond though, and Harry is annoyed with Ron Weasley all over again. He thinks of all the times he was bullied by Dudley in front of other students just before teachers came back, or in front of his aunt and uncle, leaving Harry unable to defend himself or talk back, and he decides he’s not putting up with it here. Even if the bullying isn’t directed at himself.

    “Just because you can’t read doesn’t mean the rest of us can’t enjoy it.” Both Hermione and Ron look over at him in surprise, though Ron’s face turns a shade of red that almost matches his hair.

    Then, to avoid getting caught in a confrontation on the first day by Professor McGonagall and because Neville was struggling one handed to fix his robe before he froze to watch the back and forth between Hermione and Ron, he goes over to him. “Want me to hold Trevor while you fix your robe?”

    “Oh, yes, please. Thank you.”

    Neville hands the toad over and adjusts his robes, just in time for McGonagall to return. She calls for them to get in a line and follow her, turning to lead them out. Hermione hurries to do as she’s told, very clearly trying to put distance between herself and Ron Weasley. Neville takes his toad back with another muttered thank you, hurrying to get in line as well. Harry follows suit so that Neville is in front of him, with Draco at his rear. They’re led across the large Entrance Hall, so big that he’s certain the entirety of the Dursleys’ house could fit in there, and the ceiling so far above that he can’t make it out despite the many flaming torches lighting up the room. They pass massive double doors to their right and a grand marble staircase to the left, towards another set of double doors.

    There’s the dull roar of hundreds of voices on the other side of those doors, which grows steadily louder as they approach, and Harry swallows nervously as his mouth suddenly goes dry. What if it is a test? He read through the books, but it’s not as if he could practice any of the spells, and he’s never been good at instantly memorizing stuff. He’s always been a hand on learner, needing to put whatever was being taught to him into practice to really grasp it. How embarrassing if he fails out of the school before he’s even started?

    The doors are thrown open and the voices die down to a silence as all eyes turn to look at the line of students being led inside. They walk between the center two out of four long tables, that start a few feet from the entrance and down across the large room almost towards the other end, from what Harry can see. He tries to not make eye contact with the students on either side of him, so instead he draws his attention up to the floating candles and the night sky above, half listening as Hermione explains to Neville that she’d read it’s enchanted to look like the sky outside. He thinks maybe he read that, but isn’t sure, and is tempted to ask how many times she’d read her books or if, unlike him, she has the kind of memory that allows her to read something once and just remember it.

    “What is that ?”

    Draco’s question makes Harry look down, and he sees that they’re approaching a platform that is shaped in a half circle. There’s a single step to get up onto the platform, and then there’s a stool set in the center, with a battered looking witches’ hat. Behind that is another two steps leading up onto a slightly higher platform where a table runs from Harry’s left to his right. There, a long line of adults are seated, and he realizes these must be the school’s teachers and staff. Before he can find Professor Snape to wave, he finds a pair of twinkling blue eyes staring at him, and he recognizes the face from his Chocolate Frog Cards. The headmaster is literally watching him.

    Unintendedly, he stops in the spot as he’s overwhelmed with the most powerful feeling of mistrust he’s ever felt, and a voice seems to scream in his mind, Do not trust Albus Dumbledore!

    Then Draco walks into him, not having noticed what he’d stopped, and they almost fall over. Harry quickly apologizes, face red, and hurries forward as McGonagall directs them all to line up between the professors’ table and the stool so they’re facing the rest of the school. Once they’re all lined up, they stand there for a moment, nothing happening until the hat suddenly begins to sing.

    Harry’s eyes go wide and he is able to momentarily forget the headmaster behind him, astonished at this turn of events. Getting Sorted by a magic hat is better than anything else he’d imagined, and he’s immensely relieved. He claps along with everyone else when it finishes, and then listens as the first couple of names are called and students begin being sorted into the different houses. It isn’t until after each house has received one student that Harry remembers that he and Draco might not be in the same houses.

    “Draco,” he whispers, turning to the other boy. Draco looks over at where McGonagall is standing, holding a long roll of parchment from which she is reading students’ names, and then back at Harry, a single eyebrow raised in question. “Remember, if we’re in different houses, we’ll still be friends, right?”

    Draco blinks at him surprised. Hadn’t Harry asked him that right after they met, when they were first discussing the houses? Draco still isn’t convinced that it’s possible for them to stay friends, but he figures it won’t hurt for them to try at least. So he nods. “Sure, but don’t be mad when my house gets more points than yours.”

    Harry just grins in response, looking back at the students being sorted in time to see Hermione Granger is still sitting on the stool. He wonders if it’s normal for it to take this longer before she finally gets sorted into Gryffindor. His parents’ house. It would be nice, he thinks for what must be the hundredth time, to be in the house they were in, and get to see some of the places they once spent time in. There probably weren’t any traces of them or anything, but it’d be one more thing he would have in common with them. Plus, he would already know his Head of House with Professor McGonagall, whom he already knew he could trust. The only other professor he felt that way about right now was Professor Snape. Granted, if he ended up in Snape’s house, Slytherin, that might not be so bad either. Draco was sure he’d be in that house, so at least he’d have a friend there.

    Neville Longbottom also ends up in Gryffindor house after slightly longer with the hat than most other students, and he grins happily as he goes to join them. When it is Draco’s turn, the hat is set on his head and there is a few seconds of silence before he is, as he’d predicted, announced as the next Slytherin. Harry is happy for him, knowing that is the house Draco wanted, though it’s tinged with a bit of disappointment that he wasn’t last minute put in Gryffindor, like he himself hopes to be. Then he waits for his own turn to come. He tries to ignore the irrational fear that he won’t be Sorted at all, thinking it is just his nerves, but it isn’t easy. He still thinks it’s been too many good things after another, so surely the other shoe will drop soon.

    When Professor McGonagall finally calls, “Harry Potter,” the room is overtaken by a deafening silence. He’s actually tempted to stick a finger in his ear to see if something is suddenly blocking all sound, because it’s such a drastic change. Instead, he takes a few slow steps forward, hoping he doesn’t do something embarrassing like fall flat on his face as he’s acutely aware of every eye in the room being directed in his direction.

    He’s actually a little relieved to finally reach the stool and have the hat placed on his head, as it falls down and covers his eyes so he can no longer see all those faces staring at him.

    Well, well, what do we have here? Harry startles, although after the singing, he’s not sure why the hat speaking comes as a surprise. Strange…

    Suddenly, Harry’s certain the hat is going to tell him he doesn’t belong, and he feels his heart drop. Great , he thinks. I really don’t belong here.

    Oh, but you do , the hat contradicts, surprising Harry again because of course it can read his mind. Plenty of talent here, good head on your shoulders, and quite a bit of courage, with such a thirst to prove yourself. Yes, no question, you belong here.

    Then what is strange? Harry asks, curious now that the hat has assuaged his fears.

    The hat is quiet for a moment, as if it’s searching or perhaps deciding how to explain. Then, it says, There is magic here unlike any I have seen in all my time, and I’m quite old. Yes, strange, varying magics are at work in you. How very intriguing you are, Mr. Potter. Harry wants to ask more, try to understand what the hat is telling him, but the hat moves on, asking, So where shall I put you?

    Harry frowns in response, wondering that question himself. He has no real feelings towards being put in Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw. Based on the hat’s song, he thinks he’s loyal enough for the former and maybe not smart enough for the latter, but he’s indifferent to either. He hasn’t met anyone interested in either, or made friends among those already sorted into it yet, so it’s hard to muster any enthusiasm besides it meaning he will remain at Hogwarts so long as he’s sorted somewhere . Gryffindor, though, has most of the few people he’s met and liked thus far, besides his emotional connection to it. But Draco is now in Slytherin.

    So Gryffindor or Slytherin, eh? Any of the Hogwarts houses could help you on your way to greatness, I’m sure, but these two especially.

    Then where are you putting me?

    I’m rather partial to Slytherin for you, but where would you like to be ? The hat counters.

    If those watching could see his face, they’d see Harry blinking in confusion and surprise. Instead, he blinks at the inside of the hat, not having expected the question. I’m not sure. I mean, Gryffindor, I think? It’s just, I’ve a friend in Slytherin. He said those houses are rivals.

    Hm . The hat is quiet for only a moment, before it says, Their founders Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin were rivals and friends, you know. For a very long time.

    Oh . If the founders themselves could be both rivals and friends, surely Harry and Draco could manage that too, right? Gryffindor then .

    You’re certain? Won’t have any regrets? Then off you go, to “GRYFFINDOR!”

    Professor McGonagall removes the hat, and Harry blinks at the brightness of the room as he stands. The table on the far left has erupted into cheers, with many of them standing and clapping, and the Weasley twins chanting, “We got Potter!” repeatedly.

    Harry makes his way over, noticing as he does that the rest of the hall is staring at him still as the next student is called to be Sorted. His face warms, and he wonders if he’ll ever get used to the attention as a boy with a badge comes over to shake his hand. His red hair is such a distinctive, familiar shade that he’s not at all surprised to learn this is another Weasley, and in fact the one he’d heard speaking with the woman at the station.

    “Harry Potter! Welcome to Gryffindor. I’m Percy Weasley, one of the Gryffindor prefects. Such a pleasure to have you join our house!”

    “We got Potter! We got Potter!”

    Percy lets out a long suffering sigh before he turns and hisses at the twins, “Stop it! Do you want us to be the first to lose house points?” He shakes his head, then motions for Harry to follow him back to where he’d been sitting.

    Harry sits to Percy’s right, returning Neville’s shy smile and wave with a nod. Hermione is sitting on Percy’s other side, shaking her head at the twins who were still chanting a few seats further down, although they’d brought their volume down. Presumably to avoid notice from the teachers.

    “I wish people would stop staring,” Harry mutters, noting as he takes a seat that people are still looking over in his direction.

    Neville, sitting across from him, replies, “Well, y-you’re Harry Potter . You’re famous, you know.”

    “Well, that, and you’re the first hatstall in years,” Percy adds, taking a seat to Harry’s left.

    “A what?”

    “Hatstall. It’s what it’s called when the hat takes a while to place you.” Percy motions towards the hat where someone is almost instantly sorted into Ravenclaw. “Most people only take a minute or two. You three,” he motions to Harry, Neville, and Hermione, “took longer than most, but it’s only a hatstall if it’s more than five minutes.”

    “Was it really that long?” Harry asks, surprised.

    “It doesn’t feel that long in the moment,” Hermione muses. Neville nods his head in agreement.

    They watch the rest of the students get sorted, cheering whenever another Gryffindor is added to their ranks. If Harry’s cheering is a little less enthusiastic when the youngest Weasley also becomes a Gryffindor, he doubts anyone notices over the brothers’ loud cheers. Percy gets up again specifically to congratulate him and then comes back, his brother in tow. Harry, seeing that the free seats are on either side of where he currently is, moves to his left to take the one Percy had previously been occupying. Hopefully, the older boy won’t think anything of it except that Harry is trying to be considerate, and not hoping to avoid sitting next to his younger brother.

    Luck is with him in that although he doesn’t know what Percy thinks about the switch, not only does he not bring it up, but he takes Harry’s previous seat, leaving Ron to take the second one on his other side, so at least they’re separated. It has the added bonus, Harry thinks, to put him farther away from Hermione, who Harry thinks likely doesn’t want to risk another confrontation over dinner.

    The room quieted as the old headmaster stood up to welcome them all, saying a few gibberish words and sitting back down to applause and cheers. Harry doesn’t pretend to join in this time, frowning at the old headmaster. He doesn’t see Draco across the hall giving him the same raised eyebrow he had on the train, curiosity piqued.

    In any case, soon his and all the other students’ attention is drawn down to the tables as the golden place settings magically fill with food. He’s astonished, having never seen so much food in one place in all his life. Best of all, for only the second time in his life, he could eat to his heart’s content and no one would stop him or take the best for themselves, as his cousin often had. He filled his food with some of nearly everything on offer, and Harry is sure after a few bites that he has never had anything so good before.

    While they eat, talk revolves around questions from younger students to the older regarding classes or when the first Quidditch match will take place. Some discuss how happy or surprised their parents will be about their Sorting, which draws attention to the three seated near each out who had taken the longest to be Sorted.

    “What took the Sorting Hat so long to place you?” Ron asked, leaning around Percy to address Harry.

    He shrugs but Neville responds with another question himself. “Was the hat trying to convince you too? Thought I’d end up in Hufflepuff, but it insisted. Gran will be really happy about it.”

    “It was between here and Ravenclaw for me,” Hermione informs them, though she doesn’t look over in Ron’s direction as she answers.

    “What about you, Harry?” Neville asks.

    “Slytherin.”

    Percy looks at him in surprise. “ Slytherin ? That, uh, well a bit of a surprise, really.”

    “How come?” Harry asks.

    “ You-Know-Who was a Slytherin, s’why,” Ron offers, mouth full of food. “So were a bunch of his followers.” Ron looks directly at Harry. “Including Malfoy’s dad.”

    “He was found to be innocent and under the Imperius Curse,” Percy reminds his brother.

    Ron gives him an incredulous look. “ Dad thinks that’s a lie.”

    “Yes, well, the Ministry doesn’t,” Percy rebutts, mouth a thin line of disapproval. “So you would do well not to spread rumors about the Malfoys."

    Harry puts away this bit of information, but refuses to give Ron the satisfaction of a reaction. Instead, he pointedly ignores him, turning back to his food. He’ll think about what he’s just learned and decide what, if any of it, to bring up with Draco later.

    Talk then turns to their families. Neville tells them all to laughter about his uncle trying to get him to do magic, although Hermione gasps when he tells them he was dropped out of a window. Seamus Finnegan takes over then, causing more laughter when he explains the shock his father received the first time his son performed accidental magic, as it led to finding out his wife had secretly been a witch the whole time. Many others have parents who are both witches and wizards, so they’d expected coming to Hogwarts, while others had been caught completely off-guard like Hermione, whose parents were both Muggle. Harry admits he was raised with Muggles himself, and therefore hadn’t a clue about being a wizard, much less famous, prior to receiving his Hogwarts letters.

    Many are surprised by this new and Harry, realizing he doesn’t want to answer any additional questions about his Muggle relatives or the parents he doesn’t remember, turns to Percy and asks about what they might expect from their first day. Percy is more than happy to tell them all about the things they’ll learn first year, his enthusiasm matched only by Hermione, so that Harry is drawn into talk of classes and schoolwork. It effectively makes everyone else lose interest in being a part of Harry’s conversation for the moment, and although he’s not nearly as keen on what Percy is telling them as Hermione clearly is, he nevertheless finds himself looking forward to getting to learn real magic for himself.

    It is while Percy is telling them about starting off small in Transfiguration with their Head of House, Professor McGonagall, that Harry happens to glance over towards the High Table. At some point, the stool and the Sorting Hat were removed. On the closest end is Hagrid, drinking from a goblet, with Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore speaking to each other somewhere around the middle. Further down he sees Professor Snape, speaking with a man wearing a purple turban, whose back is currently to Harry. He wonders if it might be the same turbaned gentleman from Diagon Alley he’d seen Snape speaking to, but he isn’t sure just how common turbans are in the wizarding world to say how likely that might be.

    Just then, Snape looks over and catches his eye. He nods his head towards Harry, who lifts a hand to wave when there’s a sudden pain in his forehead.

    “Ouch!” He presses his hand against his forehead, surprised.

    “Are you all right?” Percy asks while Hermione tilts her head to peer at Harry’s face.

    “Oh, uh, yes. Yes, I’m fine,” Harry assures them, the pain in his scar already fading.

    “Is it your scar? Does it often hurt?” Hermione’s gaze is curious as it runs over his forehead.

    “No, actually. Never,” Harry admits. Which is true. It’s never once, in all his life, bothered him. “Say Percy, who is that speaking with Professor Snape?”

    “You know Snape, do you? Let’s see.” Percy runs his gaze along the High Table until he spots the purple turban, just as the man turns allowing them to better see his face. “Ah, that man would be the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Quirrell.”

    The desserts disappear from the table then, and the room quiets as Professor Dumbledore stands up. He addresses the room to inform them of a few start-of-term notices, of which were included the information that the forests on the ground as well as the right side of the third floor corridor were forbidden to students, the latter coming with the warning of a gruesome death for any who did not heed the warning. Percy mutters about this being news to him, noting that the prefects should have been informed, just as the headmaster has them all sing the school song to whatever tune pleases them.

    At no point does the man ever directly look at him, as far as Harry can tell, but somehow, he’s sure that the man is still watching him. It’s an unnerving feeling, and he’s glad when the Weasley twins finally finish their funeral dirge version of the school song and they’re dismissed to go to their houses.

    Already, Harry has so much to think about, and classes haven’t even started yet. He thinks he’ll definitely need to get some sleep if he’s to be prepared for what tomorrow will bring.

Story Notes:

Chapter title is a Jordan Sparks song.

#Because I Could Not Stop for Death fic #BICNSFD #Harmony fanfic #HP fanfic #Harry Potter

[winterromanov]

College Bucky taking her home to meet the fam!!

pairing: bucky x reader (set in the same universe as this fic and this fic)

You’d never met Bucky’s parents and sister in the flesh before, but you might as well have done by this point. Ever since Bucky had told them he’d been dating someone they’d been dying to meet you--to the point where Bucky can’t Facetime home without his mother demanding to pull you into the frame and Becca Barnes regularly messages you on Facebook. 

So when Bucky finally invites you over to his family home for the weekend, you’re really not as nervous as you’d expect to be. Sure, there’s a vague sense of anxiety that stirs your stomach at the thought of how concrete and real this all is because, well. You’ve never had a proper boyfriend before. But Bucky’s mom has his smile and his dad has his eyes and Becca seems to be the best bits of all of them, so why shouldn’t this be anything but good?

“My mom is asking me if you like Mexican food,” Bucky says, phone in his right hand, sat cross legged on your bed. He’s supposed to be helping you pack. The most help he’s been was throwing one of his socks he’d found down the side of the bed right at your face. “I said yeah. We ate enchiladas once, right?”

“I’d use the term we loosely. I made the enchiladas and you ate them after you’d had practice.” You raise an eyebrow as he sheepishly looks up from his phone screen. “I don’t remember actually eating anything that night.”

“Well.” Bucky shrugs, smirking and deliberately looking away from you. “I had a great meal that night. Not just talking about the enchiladas, either.”

Okay, so now it’s your turn to throw a dirty sock at his features. You watch as he makes a show of spluttering and acting disgusted like you’ve just thrown a tonne of raw sewage all fucking over him. “You’re the worst.”

“I know you are,” he says, teasing, scrambling over to wrap the sock round your neck like a scarf. You squeal, giggling as you try and push him away--because his football socks are gross, come on--but he only laughs louder as you struggle, pulling you closer and closer. “But what am I?”

His face is just so damn kissable even when he’s being annoying beyond belief. You have clothes to pack away, dinner to assemble (well, he’s the one that’s supposed to be making the dinner) and Netflix to watch but you let your giggles subside, curl your fingers round his jaw, let your lips collide. 

“You’re still the worst,” you murmur against him. “But I seem to find that endearing, somehow.”

“Touche, sweetheart. Touche.”

-

It’s not exactly difficult to get to Bucky’s childhood home from university. He’s lived in Brooklyn his whole life so it’s just a matter of traveling there from Upper Manhattan on public transport. You have a feeling he’d not invited you sooner because he’d worried about whether you were ready--if things were going too fast, if you’d get intimidated standing in the front hall of the house he’d grown up in. But when he’d shyly suggested it walking through Central Park on the day of your fourth month anniversary, you’d squeezed his hand and let him know that yeah, you’re kind of okay with meeting the family he fucking adores.

The house itself lies in a fairly innocuous and relatively expensive looking neighbourhood, with tan brickwork and big windows and a bright red front door. A couple of cars sit in the driveway and flowers burst through borders trailing from the front yard into the back. You’d barely wheeled your suitcase up to the steps when the door flies open, two extremely excitable women rushing down to meet you.

“Oh, (Y/N)!” The older one--Bucky’s mom--gushes immediately, grabbing you into a hug before stepping back to take a proper look at you. “Oh, honey. You look just like all the pictures James has sent me. Becca, isn’t she just beautiful?”

“So beautiful!” Becca confirms, blue eyes glittering. She looks so much like Bucky it’s unreal. “Where did you get your boots from? I’ve been wanting a pair--”

“Hey!” Bucky jokingly breaks in between the three of you, running a hand across your waist. “Stop hassling my girl! I am here too, you know. You could show a little enthusiasm.”

Bucky’s mom slaps him on the arm in teasing and the two women fall under his arms, clutching his waist. His eyes close as he hugs them, squeezing them as tight as possible. Despite the closeness in distance it’s been a few weeks since they all last saw each other, and you can see it in the way he holds them. He’s home. 

“Miss me, then?” Bucky says, tongue poking out between his teeth. Becca responds by burrowing closer into his side, while his mom reaches out to clutch your hand.

“Of course we missed you. We miss you every day.” His mom looks at you with a gaze of gratification and what...what might be relief, so you smile and squeeze her hand back. “I am just glad that this one has clearly been looking after you.”

“He looks after me, too, Mrs Barnes.” Bucky’s expression is warm, loving, face slightly tilted to the side as he falls in love with you just a little more. 

“Please, call me Winifred.” She assures, before gesturing towards the open door. “Come on in. It’s freezing, and your dad can’t wait to embarrass you.”

Winifred lets go of your palm and trots up the stairs, Becca bounding excitedly behind her. Bucky rolls his eyes, picking up your suitcase, but it’s all done in jest. 

“They’re going to be like this all weekend, just so you know.” Bucky informs you, ushering you up the steps in front of him. “If it gets a bit much, just say. They’ll get it.”

“I’ll be fine. I’m more interested in all these photos you’ve been sending your mom of me.”

Bucky groans and you laugh, not so secretly pleased by it all. His heart is so full to bursting for you that he sends his mom photographs. It’s, as Sam would surely put it, absolutely sickening. 

-

Bucky’s dad is just as intrigued about you as his mom and sister are, but in a calmer, drier way shown through his bemused expressions and quietly funny comments round the dinner table. Where Winifred and Becca are thrumming with energy, he peacefully sits through the storm--exchanging measured conversation with his son and watching as you deal with Winifred and Becca’s near incessant questioning.

“(Y/N),” he says, quite suddenly, passing you a bowl of salad. “James says you’re the reason he passed Russian Literature last semester.”

You flush a little, not quite meeting his gaze as you pile lettuce onto your plate. “I wouldn’t go that far, Mr Barnes. Buck--I mean, James, is probably one of the smartest people I know.”

Becca snorts with laughter before masking it with a cough, and Bucky kicks her leg under the table, his mouth crammed full of enchilada. It’s funny, watching him interact with his younger sister. It’s like you’re getting a glimpse into the childhood they shared and you were never part of. The scuffed knees and pretend games and play fights that got out of hand.

“He works hard, and that’s all I ever ask of my children.” Bucky’s dad smiles warmly and proudly, eyes crinkling. There’s the blue, where it came from. Bucky’s dad has the same bright blue eyes, like the rough sea on the English coastline. Bucky’s cheeks burn pink and his hand finds your knee under the table, his fingers flexing over the fabric of his jeans. “And if he finds someone who works as hard as he does, well... I’m going to be a happy man.”

Bucky winks at you. “Good thing (Y/N) is the smartest gal I know, then.”

Winifred chooses that moment to bring out a pecan pie she’d made from scratch because Bucky said you’d like them and for half a moment you think you might burst into tears, because four months into loving their son and they’ve accepted you like you’re their own. There is no subtle (or unsubtle) judgement, no tripping up, no how can you possibly be good enough for our boy. 

He loves you, so they love you. It’s as simple as that.

-

Bucky’s childhood room only has a twin bed so you both curl into it like a tin of sardines, limbs entangled and breaths confused, cold feet pressed together under a red striped duvet. There are still teddy bears on top of wardrobes and piles of superhero figurines stacked in boxes, comic books and Star Wars memorabilia and posters of his favourite football stars. Photographs line his wall of him and Steve and Becca and old high school football teams, pinned up with flaking sellotape.

“I don’t think I have enough wall space,” he says, on the edge of sleep, face burrowed into your neck. You don’t turn but trail your hand up his arm until it meets the back of his head, fingers twisting round the hair that grows there.

“Enough wall space for what?”

“For you,” he hums gently, “You’d fill every centimeter of it like you fill every cell of my body.”

He falls asleep, like he often does after delirious muted declarations of love, but that’s okay. You don’t have to fill his wall. You’re happy existing merely in the thrumming, heady organ within his ribcage. It’s all you’ve ever wanted, and everything he’s always given.

-

In the morning Bucky shows you the sights of his home borough, Becca insisting on tagging along for the ride. You look over Brooklyn Bridge and eat hipster pizza and giggle amongst a crowd of serious tourists in Brooklyn Museum. Becca eventually meets a friend and disappears off into the city, so Bucky takes you to Prospect Park, beautiful and gloomy in the harsh January frost. It’s not long before you encounter the pop-up ice rink that appears for the winter season and, really, it would be a shame to skip the opportunity. It’s not half as busy as the rink at Rockefeller Center.

Weirdly, Bucky’s more erratic on the ice than you are. His long limbs stutter and stumble as he tries to regain his balance and you laugh, grabbing onto his gloved hands.

“This sure is a bonding experience,” Bucky’s voice wobbles as he almost takes out a small child with his right leg, “You trying to hold the weight of a six-foot tall football player while also on ice.”

“I’m stronger than I look,” you reply. You pull him violently so he, again, doesn’t knock a group of little schoolchildren like bowling pins. It gives him such a fright that both of you end up tumbling to the ground, frantically reaching out for each other’s hands to gain any semblance of balance.

It doesn’t work. You just end up lying on his chest, on view of the whole of fucking Brooklyn, and he has the nerve to fucking kiss you.

“What?” Bucky shrugs, not looking the least bit ashamed. “Wasn’t going to waste the opportunity.”

“It’s a good job you’re so cute.” You half-smile, trying to roll off him and onto the ice so you’re not holding up the rest of the skaters. He struggles to his feet, palms scraped but otherwise unhurt--but the pout on his lips says hot chocolate over another turn round the rink, and you’re not in a position to refuse.

-

On your last evening before reality resumes once again you and Bucky cook dinner. Well. You watch intently as Bucky throws the ingredients for a chilli in a pan, making sure he doesn’t accidentally do anything wacky (which he does an awful lot). He chases you round the kitchen with fresh chili on his fingers but Becca eventually teams up with you, whacking him with a spatula into submission. His laugh is so carefree it’s magical. You wish you could keep it forever, keep it like this.

(Your stomach swoops dramatically at the thoughts of what the future could hold if this--if this were to last forever.)

The food goes down well. Winifred gazes at you dreamily before gathering up the plates with Becca and Bucky, leaving you and his dad at the dinner table.

“I’ve...been worried about him,” Bucky’s dad admits in the quiet, the only noise faint giggling coming from the kitchen. “About James. About college. Because there have been times when he’s come home and there looks like there’s nothing left inside of him. But I look at him now, and...he’s not just living. He’s thriving. And I think that, at least in part, is because of you.”

You blink back at him, not sure what to say. There are not sufficient words in the English language to reply to that, the tenderness and gratefulness Mr Barnes shows in his expressive eyes and kind mouth. It clicks why Winifred looked at you with relief when you’d first met. They’d been so worried about him.

“You make him so happy, kid.” Bucky’s dad’s smile is crooked, just like Bucky’s own. “I’m just glad you found each other.”

You can only smile back. But sometimes expressions say all the words you need to, so. Bucky’s dad gets it.

-

You hold him a little tighter in the twin bed that night. Face to face rather than back to back. Watching Bucky Barnes breathe is a privilege, but loving him is a responsibility. He will never be empty or lonely while you can feel his skin beneath your fingertips. He will never be anything but him. 

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Summary: Just when you had thought that you were ready to move on, you were reminded that your heart would always belong to a certain flight surgeon. 

Word Count: 2100+

Pairing: OMC Tudor Hartland x Reader, Chris Beck x Reader (not much of him in this part, but it’s still relevant to the series...) 

Warnings: Heartbreak, Angst (just a little). 

A/N: The concept was inspired by @baezen​‘s It’s Time (seriously, go read it!). Dedicated to my darlings @nasabeck​ and @dramadreamer14​! This one shot came to be when I found myself thirsting over another man (who shall remain nameless) and felt as though I was cheating on Seb (who will always have a special place in my heart). I DON’T DO TAGLISTS! 

Your hands were clammy as you clutched tightly onto the steering wheel, feeling the brisk New England breeze that slipped through the rolled down windows of your car, trying but failing at calming your nerves. 

A part of you wanted to turn the car around and drive back to your apartment, but you knew that you would be in for a rather stern lecture from Amy. After all, she had spent the last two hours helping you get ready for this date when she could have been doing something much more worthwhile of her time. 

Besides, she would certainly give you a piece of her mind for having wasted her time like that, along with blatantly expressing how much you had disappointed her by not making it to your date on purpose. Even she had lost faith that a certain someone would ever return from his travels in space, and she hated to see you wallowing in your own loneliness. She believed that you deserved a second chance at love, even if it meant that it wouldn’t be with her brother. 

You owed it to her for going through with it. 

Not to mention having to face your own conscience for having texted this man for a few weeks before agreeing to meet him, only to stand him up at the very last minute. You could never forgive yourself for leading him on and not even having the common decency to go on one date. 

What the hell were you supposed to do anyways? Your mind was telling you that you were ready to move on, but your heart was telling you to keep waiting for the man whom you knew was never coming back. He was too far gone, a few million miles to be exact. 

Christopher Beck was the star crossed love of your life, the one that got away; you were never meant to be. He was definitely not the right one for you, and you knew that by now. You both wanted different things in life; you wanted to be confined in a lab and fight against deadly diseases, while he wanted to fly away. 

Sometimes things end up not working out for a reason, and you had to accept that. Or so, you had convinced yourself as you arrived at the Yale Center for British Art. 

You had met Dr. Tudor Hartland at a medical conference in Boston a few months ago. While you had taken the stage to present your research, he had watched you from the front row and approached you for what was meant to be a purely academic discussion - but it had turned out to be anything but. 

The conversation had started with you butchering one of his recent articles on neuroimmunology, but it had somehow ended with him recommending what kind of artisan chilli jam from Britain could go well with the vegan cashew cheese that they were serving at the conference. While your fellow medical scientists from Yale had claimed that there were sparks flying all around the two of you during that wine and cheese event, you had begged to differ. There was no such thing, right?

Okay, maybe that was a lie. You had found his British dialect and his keen intellect rather attractive. By the time the conference had come to an end, you had exchanged numbers and promised to keep in touch - a promise that had been kept since then. 

You had agreed to meet when he would be moving to New Haven in the near future - which happened to be last week. As his sixteen year old sister, apparently a prodigy of some sort, had been pursuing a Master’s Degree at Yale’s Graduate School of Art, he had ditched his position as Head of Neurosurgery at Massachusetts General Hospital to purchase a private practice in New Haven so that he could keep an eye on her. 

If the intelligence or the accent wasn’t as attractive as it was, the protective older brother part was definitely a selling point. 

“I almost thought you would stand me up.” Tudor remarked as he walked over to greet you with a soft kiss on your cheek, his hand resting at the small of your back before he pulled you into an embrace. “But I’m glad you made it, love.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at the way he spoke, his deep voice soothing your nerves and letting you accept his arm and enter the venue. “I could have let you chase me around for another month or two, but I couldn’t resist saying no to a night at the gallery.” 

“I’m sure Eleanor really appreciates that you could come.” He admitted, referring to his younger sister who was having her work featured in tonight’s exhibit. 

You knew that his sister had most of his attention for the night, but you could not complain about it at all. You adored the kind of relationship that he had with her, which certainly made you find him much more attractive. You liked a man who had strong ties with his family.

Once the exhibition had ended, Eleanor had requested that her brother take her home for the night. The rest of the artists who had been featured that night were going out for drinks to celebrate, but since she was only sixteen years old, she couldn’t really join them. Perhaps that was the downside of being a graduate student at her age, you had no idea how you would have coped if you had been in her place when you were sixteen. 

After a whole night of chatting about what art really meant for the two of you - which came as an interesting debate as you were both medical scientists by profession, Tudor had walked you back to your car to bid you farewell for the night. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to join Eleanor and I for our little movie night?” He asked you for the umpteenth time that night. “My place is not far from here and I hate to cut our date short like this.” 

You chuckled softly and shook your head. “No, it’s fine. I had a wonderful time tonight.” You admitted, leaning against your car as you crossed your arms against your chest. “Tudor, I really don’t mind. Your sister needs you for tonight, and you are going to be in town for a while, right? I’m sure we’ll see each other some other time.” 

“So… does that mean that I have a shot at scoring a second date?” He asked you, his lips curling into a smirk. “Or are you going to have me chasing after you for six more months again?” 

“I’ll call you.” You replied, grinning widely at him. “And maybe even visit you at work during your lunch hour, bring you some clam chowder to beat the cold.” 

“Hm… I do like the idea of that.” He whispered, leaning towards you. 

“Oh do you now?” You teased, your hand making its way to run your fingers through his curly hair. 

“Kiss her, you idiot!” You heard a rather high pitched English girl exclaim, causing you to laugh softly as you looked over the man’s head to see Eleanor groaning from his car on the other side of the parking lot. 

“I’m so sorry…” He apologized, looking over at his sister and shaking his head. “She may be an artistic genius, but she’s still a teenager.” 

“No need to apologize.” You reached down to grab his jaw and gently pressed your lips against his. “She’s not wrong.” 

Tudor looked a bit surprised that you had kissed him like that, but he chuckled softly as he leaned in for another kiss. “No, she’s not.” 

You felt your cheeks heat up once again as you pulled back. You had to cut it short, even though you did not want to. Damn this man and his British charm. “I should get going. I have an 8 am lecture in the morning.” 

“Oh that’s right, Professor. I shouldn’t keep you here too long.” He grinned, cheekily. 

“Goodnight, Tudor.” 

“Goodnight, Y/N.” 

You had been smiling from ear to ear during the car ride home, blasting an old Taylor Swift song from your college days in your car and singing along as though you were still that twenty-two year old girl. You could not wait to get home and tell Amy all about your date with Dr. Hartland, and you felt giddy just thinking about everything. 

But when you got home that night, you had been greeted by the aroma of Amy’s famous one pot pasta and her startled reaction to your return. 

“Uh… I wasn’t expecting you to be coming home tonight?” She kept her eyes on the pot, which she was stirring constantly. 

“Tudor had to take his sister home, so we decided to call it a night.” You responded with a shrug of your shoulders, slipping into one of the stools by the breakfast bar. “What’s got you cooking up a storm at this time of the night?” 

“Uh… no reason.” She replied, quickly, but it was way too obvious that she was lying. 

It took you a moment to hear the sound of running water, making you raise your eyebrow at your best friend. “Wait, I didn’t know you had company tonight. You know, I could get out of your hair if you want me to. I don’t want to be a bother.” 

“Oh no, it’s… not a bother at all.” She shook her head before biting down on her bottom lip. “Y/N, I’m… I’m so sorry.” 

Just then you heard the sound of running water come to a stop, and you looked over at Amy with a rather confused look on your face. “Amy, it’s fine… really, I can go if you want me to.” 

But it was too late, as it was Chris Beck who had gotten out of the shower and made his way towards the kitchen. 

“Man, I missed your cooking so much!” He called out to his sister as he dried his hair off with a towel, stopping suddenly as he came across you once he entered the kitchen. 

Your eyes glazed over at the sound of his voice that echoed through the corridor to reach your ears, and you found yourself looking over at Amy in utter shock. 

You knew that he had been back on earth after his second mission to space and was currently preparing for his third one - this one was to Mars as part of the Ares III crew. 

But you hadn’t been made aware of his sudden return to New Haven, which you had assumed was because he wanted to see his family before he left on this incredibly time-consuming mission. 

A part of you wanted to scold Amy for not telling you that Chris was here, but the look on her face had been enough for you to know that she didn’t know beforehand either. If she did, she would have at least warned you before you had left for your date with another man. 

Chris hadn’t seen you since that dreadful day, when he had bid you farewell the way that he had before he had left Hartford for good. He wondered if you remembered his last words to you, for you had been unconscious in a hospital room, barely aware of your own surroundings let alone his presence. 

He remembered Amy telling him that you hadn’t wanted him there, yet he had showed up because he had loved you as much as he loved the stars. But you would never know. 

Unbeknownst to him though, you had loved him just as much. You knew that you loved him, which was why being in his presence had now tugged at your heartstrings. A part of you felt guilty for ever convincing yourself to move on, for all it took was just the mere reminder of his existence to bring you back to the harsh reality. You could never move on from Christopher Beck, as your heart would always belong to him. 

That was probably why you wanted to curse the stars for playing with your heart like this. For a moment, you had been the happiest you could ever be since your break up with Chris. You had felt as though you could finally have a second chance at love. You were willing to take the chance on Tudor. You really did take a chance on. 

But your heart, it was still longing for Chris. It was longing for him to eventually return to earth for good, in hopes that the two of you could someday have the happy ending you so rightfully deserved. Perhaps that was why you never called Tudor back; you just knew that it would be unfair to him if you dated him, all the while still being in love with your beloved flight surgeon. 

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English is My Favorite Subject - 2

⤑ genre: smut, college au, enemies to lovers ⤑ pairing: Chan x Reader ⤑ warning: *ahem* smut, S I N, soft dom!Chan, rough sex, phone sex, sexting,  slight degradation, mention of alcohol, foul language ⤑ summary: After taking the English tutoring position at your university, hell comes to you in the form of Lee Chan. He needs help passing his exams and tutoring is his only option. As your time with him passes, you come to realize he’s not the cocky and arrogant asshole you previously assumed. He’s even worse than you thought when he finds out he isn’t the only student you’re tutoring. ⤑ word count: 11.6k

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A/N: This isn’t nearly as long as the previous part, but it’s still long on its own. I didn’t expect the feedback on this series. You guys really seem to love it so I’m glad I can deliver with three long parts.I also just hit 1.5k as well!!  Thank you guys so much for all the love and support you guys have shown me. When I started this blog, I really wasn’t expecting much but it took off and you guys are so supportive and wonderful! I hope you guys like this part and let me know what you think! ~K♡

Monday morning, you ran into Soonyoung near the coffee bar, Chan in tow. Soonyoung greeted you warmly with a kiss on the cheek while Chan didn’t bother acknowledging you. What the hell was his problem? “You look much better than you did Saturday,” Soonyoung said, smiling at you and you nodded in response. “Much better, yeah,” you replied as his hand found yours and he laced his fingers with yours.

“I got really worried when you left early that I couldn’t stop thinking about you. If you made it home safely, if you were feeling alright. I couldn’t even sleep that night i was so worried about you,” Soonyoung said, your cheeks flushing at his words. “You didn’t have to worry about me!” you said softly. Chan’s attention was caught and he looked at his friend curiously.

“What? You didn’t stay?” he asked looking at you. Soonyoung nodded. “Yeah, she wasn’t feeling well so she went home early,” he said looking at Chan before turning to you. “I felt so bad because I was having a good time with you,” he added. You smiled, looking down at your intertwined hands. How was he so sweet? Chan cleared his throat and you looked up. “We should probably get going. Class,” he said.

Soonyoung nodded before turning to you and pressing a short kiss to your forehead, making your heart flutter and your stomach do somersaults. Chan narrowed his eyes but looked away quickly before Soonyoung could see. “I’ll see you later,” Soonyoung said, giving you a warm smile and a wink. You nodded, not trusting your voice to say anything. You watched as Soonyoung and Chan left but not before Chan glanced over his shoulder at you. His face was expressionless but his eyes were something more. Something you couldn’t quite pin.

After grabbing your usual coffee and muffin, you made your way toward your first lecture. You were 45 minutes in when your phone buzzed and you discretely checked it. It was a text from Chan.

[2018/10/14] L.Chan [09:47]: why did you leave the party early? You [09:47]: i wasn’t feeling well. I got nauseous and so Soonyoung took me to Jeongguk so he could take me home. L.Chan [09:48]: … so you and Soonyoung didn’t hook up? You [09:48]: not that it’s any of your business, but no. we were going to but I didn’t feel good. You [09:48]: why does it matter? L.Chan [09:49]: … it doesn’t. I was just confused, that’s all. See you Wednesday.

To say you were now confused would be an understatement. Why was he so interested in whether you and Soonyoung had sex? He had gotten his dick wet from Mina, or whatever her name was. Why was he so invested in what you were doing or who you were hooking up with? You shook your head, returning your attention to your professor, but determined to find out Wednesday what Chan’s deal was.

You texted Chan to meet at your building as the student center hadn’t remedied the problem. You found out that a pipe had burst, spraying water and other nasty things all over the room you had been using to tutor in. So you would now have to tutor in your building, but seeing as the common room was overcrowded with students, you decided to, unfortunately, have the sessions in your room.

Chan sent you a text telling you he had arrived so you went downstairs to let him in. He followed you to the elevator, looking around as he went. The ride up to your floor was silent and once the doors opened, you were met with loud yelling and boisterous laughing. Chan followed you past the common room where the entire floor was having a movie night.

Pillows, blankets, and beanbag chairs were strewn all over. Nearly everyone was in their pajamas and taking up almost every flat surface as the RA made his way over to the entertainment system, a DVD in hand. He was yelling at everyone to shut up because he was gonna start the movie now. You rolled your eyes and told Chan to follow you. At the end of the hall, far from the common room, was your room.

You opened the door, allowing Chan in before shutting the door behind you. Chan stood in the center of your room, looking around at all your decor. “This is…” he started and you panicked, wondering what he was going to say about the most intimate part of your life. “Cozy,” he finally said and you relaxed a bit before moving to sit on your bed. Chan dropped his bag on the floor and took a seat at the end of your bed. “Let’s get started,” you said picking up the workbook you had lying on your bed.

The first hour passed without incident but unfortunately, as he missed the last lesson, you had to make up for that. This was going to be almost a four hour long session. Chan didn’t complain, surprisingly, as you made him go over the same points again and again until you took the book from him and made him do it from memory. He passed and you handed the book back to him.

After the second hour, you told him to take a 5 minute break while you got into your storage cubby and pulled out two cups of instant noodles. A gift from your parents had been a hotplate so you could boil water in your room. You filled the kettle with some water and turned on the hotplate.

While you were waiting for the water to boil, Chan excused himself to use the restroom. He shut the door behind him and turned to face the sink. What the hell is your problem? He asked himself. Why are you so nervous? You’ve been alone with her plenty of times! He stared at his reflection before another voice in his head spoke. You’ve never been alone in her room before.

Chan shook his head and moved to do his business. After relieving himself, he washed his hands before something caught his attention. The door he somehow hadn’t noticed before. He stepped toward it cautiously and pushed it open slowly. Light from the bathroom filtered into your closet and before he could think twice, he turned on the light and stepped inside.

You had a lot of black and grey clothes, he noticed. Lots of joggers and sweats. One entire side of the walk in closet was hoodies, sweats, joggers, and tee shirts. The other side was full of dresses, pastel sweaters, skirts, blouses, and jeans. Against the wall opposite the door was a chest of drawers and without thinking again, he walked over and opened the top drawer, regretting it immediately.

The drawer was split in half by a divider. One one side were all your bras. Some very plain in nudes, whites, and blacks, but the rest were lacy designs in blacks, reds, pinks, and purples. Some looked to be awfully low cut. On the other side of the drawer were all your panties, folded neatly so they all stood up like little files. They too were sorted by very plain basic ones to the lacy ones in the same colors as your bras. Matching sets? Chan didn’t know how to process this information so he shut the drawer.

Had he been smart, he would have turned around and walked out, but he figured since he was already here, might as well continue. He opened the second drawer down and found what looked to be old shirts and shorts. Pajamas, he told himself before shutting that one and opening the next drawer.

Lots of athletic brands met his eye and he knew instantly this was your workout clothing. The bottom drawer had been divided into many sections and contained all of your socks. He had never seen so many socks before. They were all sorted by color. Lots of whites, grays, and blacks, but also plenty of pastels. Lots of soft colors.

He kicked the drawer shut with his foot and exited, pulling the door closed to the position he found it but not before turning the light off. He unlocked the door, and stepped out into your room. You had made ramen and were already eating yours. You pointed to the other cup on the desk with a pair of chopsticks next to it and a bottle of water. Chan thanked you and grabbed the snack you had prepared for him.

The two of you ate in silence before he spoke up. “So… Soonyoung,” he said looking up cautiously at you as you slurped your noodles. “You must really like him?” he asked and you stopped to finish your food. “I do,” you admitted. Chan said nothing, thinking his next words carefully as to not make you mad. He heard your phone buzz and you picked it up to look at it.

A smile crossed your face as you read the text you had just gotten.

[2019/10/16] Soonyoung [19:03]: hey gorgeous, how about we go out tomorrow night? I still owe you that date and I’d like to cash in that raincheck you gave me (: You [19:04]: you got it, handsome. When and where? Soonyoung [19:05]: i’ll pick you up say… 7:30 tomorrow? I know a really good place not far from campus You [19:05]: it’s a date (: Soonyoung [19:05]: perfect 😍

Chan noticed the smile on your face and his heart sank. He knew who that was. He cleared his throat and caught your attention. “Is that Jeon?” he asked nonchalantly and you shook your head. “No, it’s Soonyoung,” you replied and his heart sank even further. Tell her the truth! He lowered the cup of noodles watching as your fingers tapped across your screen. He opened his mouth, hesitating. I can’t tell her.

He resumed eating as you set your phone down, a huge grin still plastered on your face. Instead of responding the way he wanted to, he scoffed and you looked up from your noodles. “What?” you asked and Chan looked up, suddenly aware that he had not been silent. “Nothing. It’s just…” he trailed off.

You waited, watching him with raised brows. “It’s just what?” you asked and Chan looked up, his eyes meeting yours. “It’s just Soonyoung isn’t as great as you think he is,” he said shrugging. “It’s cute that you think so highly of him, but there’s a reason he’s still single,” Chan said before taking another bite of noodles. You rolled your eyes. “Maybe he’s single because he chooses to be?” you suggested.

Chan shook his head. “Or maybe because he’s a terrible boyfriend?” he retorted and you narrowed your eyes at him. “I’ll learn for myself, thanks,” you said before downing the rest of the broth in your cup. Chan chuckled lowly. He didn’t mean for it to sound so cynical. He didn’t mean for it to come out that way. He didn’t want you to snap at him. “What is so damn funny?” you hissed.

“Your crush. It’s so admirable that you have so much faith in someone you don’t even know. I’m Soonyoung’s best friend. I think I know him better than you do. But by all means, keep pursuing him. You’re only going to end up getting hurt,” he said and you stood up. You swooped down and picked up his bag before shoving it into his arms. Chan looked up at you. Shit.

He could tell his words had affected you. Damn it, he did it again. He had said too much and hurt you again. “Get out,” you said in a calm, even tone. Chan hesitated. Were you really kicking him out? When you didn’t relent he sighed and stood up, slinging his bag over his shoulder and heading for the door.

“I’ll see you Sunday at the library where your lessons will be from now on,” you said as he stepped out into the hall. “(Y/N),” Chan began turning towards you but you didn’t let him get another word out before you slammed the door in his face and left him standing in the hall alone. When am I going to learn to keep my mouth shut? Chan thought as he headed for the elevator to see himself out.

The next day after your classes, you headed back to your room to shower and start getting ready for your date with Soonyoung that evening. Chan on the other hand was relaxing in his common room, dreading when Soonyoung would ask for his opinion on what he was wearing when he heard Seokmin, Jihoon, and Soonyoung talking as they came back from a late lecture.

“I still can’t believe you got her to agree to go on a date with you. I thought she was smarter than that, seeing as your reputation is all over the school,” Seokmin said from around the corner. Chan shut his eyes, pretending to be asleep on the couch he had been lazing on. “It’s her crush. She likes you too much that she can’t see or even listen to anyone talking sense into her,” Jihoon’s voice said. He sounded disappointed but Chan couldn’t tell if that was disappointment with Soonyoung or you.

“You’re taking her to that cafe, right? The little one you took what’s her name to?” Seokmin asked, their voices drawing closer. “Yeah. Dinner first and then maybe if I order some wine, it might loosen her up a bit. If I can get her to open up some, I should be able to bring her back to my room,” Chan heard Soonyoung say and he wrinkled his nose. He didn’t want his hands on or anywhere near you.

“I’m really hoping she says yes. I really wanted to fuck her at the party but I decided that letting her leave would paint me as a good guy and maybe the next time around, she’d be more willing to open her legs,” Soonyoung’s voice said as they rounded the corner. They didn’t seem to notice Chan on the couch, pretending to be asleep as they continued walking down the hall before going into their respective rooms. Chan’s eyes snapped open and he fumbled to pull his phone out. He had to stop you.

Your phone buzzed on the desk and you ran to check it, expecting a text from Soonyoung but instead you were greeted by a text from Chan.

[2019/10/17] L.Chan [19:24]: I’ve never asked you for anything, have I? You [19:24]: ...not really, no? You [19:24]: why? L.Chan [19:25]: please, do not go out with Soonyoung. You [19:25]: why are you so insistent on telling me what to do? L.Chan [19:26]: please! I’m telling you, no I’m begging you, don’t go out with him. L.Chan [19:26]: I overheard him just now talking to Jihoon and Seokmin about trying to get in you in bed L.Chan [19:26]: that’s literally all he wants! You [19:27]: Jesus Christ, Chan!! Knock it off already! You [19:27]: I like Soonyoung. I get that you don’t like me and that he’s your best friend but the world doesn’t revolve around you, Lee Chan so stay out of my business!!

Chan stared at the words ‘you don't like me’ in your text. That couldn't be further from the truth. He did like you. At least he thought he did. He cared enough about you to stop you from getting hurt, that had to mean something, right? He typed quickly across the keyboard on his screen to reply.

L.Chan [19:28]: (Y/N)!! Please!! Listen to me! I’m trying to save you the trouble! L.Chan [19:28]: Soonyoung just wants to get in your pants! Don’t let him. L.Chan [19:29]: He’s just going to drop you after he sleeps with you! He’s done it plenty of girls before! I know he looks nice and sounds nice but he’s really not a nice guy! Trust me, I’m his best friend!

You scoffed and turned off the notifications to his messages. I’m not gonna let him ruin my night. You returned to your closet, opting for a cute black dress that hit just above your knees. You pulled on your cardigan, hoping it would be enough for the night. Your makeup and hair done, you headed back to grab your phone and your small wristlet wallet. Soonyoung had texted you.

Soonyoung [19:30]: I’m outside (: You [19:30]: I’m on my way down!

Soonyoung had already left and no doubt already picked you up by now. Chan sat in his room playing video games on his desktop. He couldn’t focus on the raid he was currently on with his friends. He kept checking the clock and his phone. He hoped you would come to your senses and see that Soonyoung was only trying to get in your pants. He wanted you to be better than that. He needed you to be better than that.

An hour passed and he kept checking his phone, expecting a call or text from you any second though he didn’t know why. If something went wrong, she would call Jeon, Kim or Park long before she would call me. He shook his head, trying to get any images of Soonyoung taking advantage of you out of his head.

It wasn’t his business, like you said earlier. It didn’t concern him If that was true, why couldn’t he stop worrying about you? Why couldn’t he focus on anything else? He groaned, telling his friends he had to go. His head just wasn’t in the game. He was just bringing the team down.

Another 30 minutes passed while he waited, listening for his phone to vibrate and when it finally did, he jumped forward in his seat, snatching the device off the surface of his desk. He opened it and was greeted by a text from you.

(Y/N) [21:03]: S.O.S

Chan jumped to his feet, grabbing his jacket and car keys before he slipped on his shoes and rushed out down the hall, passing Jihoon and Seokmin who sat in the common room playing Xbox. He pressed the little green button next to your name and held his phone to his ear as he pressed the button for the elevator. You answered after 4 rings with a very shaky “h-hello?” Chan was relieved you answered him.

“Where are you?” he asked as the doors to the lift open and he got on, pressing the button for the lobby. The elevator started to move before you answered. “I’m at t-the restaurant. I-I think Soonyoung l-left,” you said in between hiccups. Oh no, he thought. Were you crying? What the hell happened? If Soonyoung did anything, Chan was going to kick his ass.

“Calm down (Y/N), I’m on my way. What restaurant are you at?” he asked as the doors opened to the lobby and he hurried outside, not bothering to put his jacket on. “The-” you said but stopped. Chan’s heart skipped a beat, thinking something had happened to you. “(Y/N)?! Are you there?” he asked and you took a shaky breath. “The same one you took me too,” you said in a small voice. Chan closed his eyes and sighed. That asshole.

Outside it had started raining. He hurried down the steps to the parking lot and ran to his car. “Don’t leave. Are you inside still?” he asked as he ran. “I’m in the bathroom,” you said and Chan thanked whatever deity was watching overhead. “Stay there. I’ll be there soon!” he said and you thanked him as your voice cracked before hanging up.

Once inside, he flung his jacket into the passenger seat and started the car. He took the familiar route to the cafe, pulling into a space he looked around and didn’t see Soonyoung’s car. He cut the engine and hurried inside, grabbing his jacket last minute. Once inside he pulled out his phone and dialed your number again.

You answered it. “C-Chan?” you whispered. “I’m here, (Y/N). Soonyoung isn’t here. Come out and I’ll take you home,” he said and you hung up. He put his phone back in his pocket and looked up in time to see you emerge from the bathroom. You made your way over to him.

You had definitely been crying. Your dress was also wet, meaning you had been outside recently. Chan took his jacket and put it around your shoulders. “Come on,” he said softly and led you outside where he did his best to shield you from the rain.

He led you to the car, opening the passenger for you and letting you into the car. Shutting the door before he ran around to the driver’s side, Chan got in and started the ignition, the engine purring. He pulled out of his parking space and made his way back toward your dorm.

He didn’t pry, but he threw glances at you, noticing the way tears slid down your cheeks and he felt his a tug at his heart in his chest, as if your pain squeezed it. Without thinking, he reached over and took your hand in his, lacing your fingers. You didn’t recoil from his touch or ask what he was doing. Instead you embraced it, seemingly finding comfort in his gesture.

The ride back was silent except for the patter of rain on the roof of the car. At a stoplight, Chan looked over. In that moment, you were quite possibly the most breathtakingly beautiful girl, bathed in the bright red from the light in front of you. Your tears had seemed to stop flowing at this point but on occasion, your shoulders lifted as you sniffled. Chan wouldn’t say it out loud, but you were stunning.

It wasn’t until Chan pulled into your building’s parking lot and cut the engine that you spoke.

“You were right,” your small voice said, cutting the silence like a hot knife. Chan looked over at you. You were staring out the windshield. He didn’t let go of your hand. Instead, he rubbed your knuckles soothingly with the pad of his thumb while you searched for the words to say. How he wished he hadn't been right. He would have given anything to be wrong, to save you from this.

“Aren’t you going to say something smug?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. Chan shook his head. “No,” he said hoarsely before clearing his throat. “I’m not. I didn’t want you to get hurt. I knew it would happen, which is why I tried to stop you from going,” he said, sticking his tongue out to lick his lips.

He looked around the car before continuing, “but I’m not that much of an asshole, despite what you think of me.” You turned to face him, your eyes still shining with unshed tears.

“I wish I listened to you,” you said and Chan shook his head. “You should have, I won’t sugar coat that, but at least things stopped before it went too far,” he said and you nodded. “I’m not going to ask what happened,” Chan said, looking down at your hands intertwined. “But if you want to tell me when you’re ready, I’ll listen,” he added and a small smile graced your lips. Finally.

“Thank you,” you whispered and Chan nodded, giving you a small encouraging smile. “Let’s get you back,” he said nodding toward your building. He got out, jogging around to your side to help you out and shield you again from the rain as he led you up the steps to the door.

You punched in the code and Chan followed you up to your door. When he was satisfied you had made it back safely, Chan turned to leave but your hand around his wrist stopped him in his tracks. He turned toward you. You looked up at him and in a shaky voice asked him, “w-will you stay with me?” If seeing you crying in the car earlier hadn’t broken his heart, the quiver in your voice and the look you gave him now completely shattered him. He turned and nodded.

You unlocked the door and let him in after you before shutting it and locking it. You excused yourself to your bathroom to change. Chan sat in the chair at your desk and waited. He pulled out his phone to check if he had any missed texts and saw that Jihoon had messaged him. It was a brief messaged asking where he was and telling him Soonyoung was mad. Chan shot a text back that he was hanging out with a friend, telling Jihoon he would be back in the morning.

In your bathroom, you removed your makeup with a wipe before washing your face and looking in the mirror. Before stripping your makeup, you had looked like hell. You turned away from the mirror and walked into your closet to change into your favorite shorts and hoodie. You hung your dress over the shower rod and stepped out into the room where Chan was waiting.

He perked up as you walked past, tucking his phone away as you sat on your bed. “I think I just want to sleep,” you said and he nodded. “Okay, lay down. I’ll be right here,” said and you nodded, laying back on the bed and pulling the covers over you. Chan pulled his phone out and sent a text back to Jihoon.

Woozi [21:54]: Is (Y/N) okay? Soonyoung is in his room, so he won’t read this over my shoulder. Chan [21:54]: she cried a lot after I picked her up. She hasn’t said anything but I’m staying with her. She asked me to stay Woozi [21:55]: she likes you Chan. Chan [21:55]: idk if that’s true Woozi [21:55]: come on. Why else would she ask you to stay the night with her? She could have easily asked Jeongguk or Taehyung or Jimin. Why ask you when she has three best friends?

Chan stared at his phone, uncertain how to respond. Jihoon was right. You could have called any one of your best friends. Why him? His thoughts were interrupted by your voice calling to him through the darkness. He put his phone down on the desk and looked up at your form under the blankets. “Yes?” he asked softly and you stirred, presumably to roll over and look at him.

“I don’t know how to ask this,” you whispered in the dark. “But will you lay with me?” you asked and Chan’s heart hammered against his ribcage, his breath sputtering and nearly causing him to choke. He took a calming breath and stood up, leaving his phone behind. He stopped by the edge of the bed and looked down at you wrapped in the blankets. “Are you sure?” he asked, not wanting to overstep the boundaries.

When you nodded he kicked his shoes off and removed his sweater, leaving him in a tee shirt before he climbed into the bed next to you as you scooted over, leaving him ample room. He laid down beside you and immediately, you rolled into him, pressing your body into his, feeling the warmth from his body transferring to yours and blanketing you.

Chan’s body tensed when you pressed against him and after a couple moments, he relaxed, his hand resting on your waist. He didn’t realize how tired he was and must have passed out soon after because he woke up to a partially lit room as the sun slowly made its ascent in the sky. He looked down at you, his arms wrapped around your blanketed burrito form, face barely peeking out at him as you slept.

He had never seen something so cute in his life. Chan lay there, watching the rise and fall of your shoulders as you slept peacefully. He brushed a lock of hair out of your face and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. He smiled against your skin before he heard the blaring of your alarm going off. He reached over to press the snooze button quickly and looked at the numbers that told him that it was 6:15 in the morning. He rolled back over, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you tight against his chest.

A small murmur left your lips as you woke up and Chan cursed the alarm for rousing you. He watched as you woke up slowly, eyelashes fluttering before your eyes opened and you looked up at him sleepily. “Good morning,” he said in a deep voice and you broke into a sleepy smile that made his heart melt. Damn, I'm screwed.

“Morning,” you said with a content sigh. Chan tightened his hold on you, pulling you against his chest again and burying his face in your hair. “What are you doing?” you laughed, muffled by his chest. “Just let me stay like this a little longer,” he replied. You said nothing, instead allowing him to hold you against him, relishing the warmth his body provided, despite being wrapped in a blanket.

The longer you stay wrapped up in linens and his arms, the later you would be to your first class so you cleared your throat before asking him, “you, uh, gonna let me go to class anytime soon?” and he chuckled, the deep sound coming from somewhere in his chest. “No,” he bemused and you wiggled around so you could look up at his face. He smiled at you sending your heart into a panic as you tried to control your breathing. Chan hadn’t been this close to you since he tried to kiss you.

That time you hadn’t wanted it. This time however, you found yourself more and more enamored by his lips. Before you could process what you were about to do, your lips brushed against his and as if waiting for this the whole time, Chan pulled you in, deepening the kiss as his lips moved against yours. Why hadn’t I done this sooner? You wondered. His lips were softer than you had imagined.

After a few moments, Chan pulled back and flashed you a stupid grin. “I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” he admitted softly and your cheeks flushed at his words. You knew that. You knew he wanted to kiss you. Hell, he tried to before. What you didn’t tell him was that you wanted to kiss him all night. A thank you for coming to get you and perhaps something more.

You pressed your lips to his once more, a quick peck before you started moving. “As much as I’d like to stay in bed all day and kiss you,” you started as you sat up. “We have classes in an hour,” you finished trying to climb over him. Chan grabbed your waist, holding you in place over him so you were straddling his hips. “Screw class, stay here with me. Who cares if we stay in bed all day?” he asked and you leaned over him, your lips inches from his. “Because,” you whispered teasing him with another kiss. “You’re failing English,” you whispered against his lips.

Chan groaned as you grabbed his hands and removed them, allowing you to get up. “Come on,” you said grabbing his arm and pulling him up into a sitting position. He laughed before jerking you towards him and wrapping his arms around you. “Come here,” he said kissing your cheek and then your neck. You giggled at the sensation, the night before but a distant memory to you now.

You wriggled out of his grasp and headed for the bathroom. “You need to go back to your room and get ready for class,” you reminded him before closing yourself in the bathroom. “I don’t want to!” he said sliding off the bed and grabbing his phone to check it. He had thirteen texts and 5 missed calls. All from Jihoon. He opened his messages quickly and read, his eyes scanning the screen.

Woozi [22:47]: Soonyoung keeps asking who you’re with. What should I tell him? Woozi [22:59]: please tell me you aren’t asleep Woozi [23:14]: shit. You have to be asleep. You wouldn’t purposely avoid my messages. Woozi [23:26]: Soonyoung is MAD. Woozi [23:32]: did you tell him you were with (Y/N)?? He seems to think you’re with her Woozi [23:41]: yeah. He knows. Idk how but he knows. Woozi [23:47]: god please see these messages Woozi [23:49]: he’s trying to call (Y/N). tell her to block his number. Woozi [23:51]: he left a really nasty voicemail. Woozi [23:54]: and he called back to apologize to her voicemail box. Woozi [00:01]: you better just be asleep and not fucking (Y/N) or i stg i’m gonna kick ur ass Woozi [00:23]: Soonyoung finally passed out but we’re scarred for life now Woozi [00:41]: if you care about (Y/N) protect her from him.

Chan was about to respond when he heard shouting from the bathroom. It sounded like it was coming from your phone. You cut the sound quickly. “(Y/N)?” Chan called and you opened the bathroom door, dressed in sweats and your hoodie. “Soonyoung called me last night…” you said softly. Chan nodded. “Jihoon warned me. Said he left you a voicemail,” he said and you nodded. “He called me some choice words and then left a follow up voicemail, apologizing.” Chan took your hand in his as you approached.

“Ignore him. He’s not worth it. He’s just mad. He’ll get over it and move on in a week or so. That’s how he works. Just ignore him now,” Chan said moving his hands to take your face gently between them and pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead. You nodded and sighed. “You should get going,” you said softly and he shook his head. “Nope. I live here now,” he joked and you prodded his shoulder.

“My RA would have a heart attack,” you laughed. Chan joining in before he groaned and let go of your face to put his shoes on and grab his sweater. “I’ll see you later,” he said taking your hand and bringing it up to his lips, pressed a couple kisses to your knuckles before he unlocked the door and stepped out into the hall. You waved to him before he disappeared down the hall.

Chan made his way down to the lobby before heading out to his car. He was elated. He’d never felt like this before. He’d been with girls before, sure, but none had made him this happy just with a few kisses. He was really screwed. He got into his car, throwing his sweater into the passenger seat and started the car, pulling out of the space and heading back toward his dorm.

Back in your room, you were staring out the window, fingers brushing your lips. The same lips that had been kissing Chan just moments earlier. Your heart thumped as you remembered the feeling of his lips against yours and your cheeks turned pink. He wasn’t even in the room but he still had an effect on you. Mustering up your self control, you took a few calming breaths before grabbing your bag and heading out for class.

As usual, you stopped by the student center, intent on ordering your usual coffee and muffin from Namjoon. When he saw the smile on your face he immediately leaned over the counter. “Spill,” he said and you looked at him confused. “What?” you asked and he shot you a sly grin. “I’ve never seen you this happy before. Clearly something has happened, so, spill!” he said and you shook your head. “I don’t want to jinx it!” you said.

Namjoon groaned before asking if you wanted your usual. You shook your head and his jaw dropped. “What is this? Who are you and what have you done with (Y/N)?” he asked and you chuckled, ordering a blended caramel frappuccino and a lemon poppy seed muffin. “I felt like changing it up,” you said with a shrug as he punched in your order and gave you his discount again. You paid the amount and waited at the pickup counter.

You felt the presence of someone close to you and looked up. Jeongguk wrapped an arm around your shoulder and smiled at you. “What’s up with that stupid grin?” he asked and you scoffed, shaking his arm off. “Rude,” you said as Taehyung and Jimin slid up next to him. “Hey guys!” Namjoon said as he completed your coffee, giving you a swirl of caramel over the whipped topping and put your muffin in a bag. Jimin, Taehyung, and Jeongguk exchanged looks with Namjoon who shrugged.

“What is going on?” Taehyung asked and you looked up innocently. “What?” you asked. Namjoon rolled his eyes. “Something happened but she won’t tell me!” he said before turning to help the next customer. Jeongguk grabbed you by the arm and dragged you away from the counter, Jimin and Taehyung in tow.

“Tell me,” he said and you shook your head. “Not until I know things aren’t going to blow up in my face. Just trust me on this, okay?” you asked and Jeongguk groaned exaggeratedly. “Fine,” he said, pointing at you. “But if something goes wrong, I am the first to hear about it, got it?” he asked and you nodded. “Yes, sir,” you stated and he smiled. “Ooh, I like when you call me sir,” he chortled. “Makes me all tingly.”

You pushed past them and headed for your class before calling out “you’re GROSS!”

You were halfway through your class when Chan texted you.

L.Chan [08:41]: you want to skip next class and go makeout in my car? You scoffed and glanced around before sending a text back. You [08:41]: what are we? 16? L.Chan [08:42]: no. you still wanna? 😜 You [08:42]: no lol you can’t afford to skip class L.Chan [08:42]: ): L.Chan [08:43]: but i wanna kiss u

You had to stifle your laughter as you read his texts.

You [08:43]: how about later tonight? You [08:43]: we can order takeout, drink some wine, maybe watch a movie in my room? L.Chan [0844]: okay! (: I’ll make sure to keep my lips moistened for you 😙 You [08:44]: ew. Not if you’re gonna use that word 🤢 L.Chan [08:45]: ): okay. I won’t use that word. You [08:45]: good 😊 L.Chan [08:46]: ...I’ll make something else moist though 👀 You [08:46]: OKAY GOODBYE L.Chan [08:47]: 😉 L.Chan [08:47]: you know, you could always shut me up L.Chan [08:48]: ...by sitting on my face? 👅 You [08:48]: I take it back. Don’t come over tonight L.Chan [08:49]: ):

You giggled to yourself and tucked your phone away to focus on your lesson. You could hardly focus with the vibrating against your stomach in your hoodie pocket. You did your best to ignore it until class ended. Once you were free, you pulled your phone out as your classmates packed up and started leaving the room. Chan wouldn’t stop.

L.Chan [08:52]: come on bby ): L.Chan [08:56]: don’t ignore me!! L.Chan [09:03]: ur so mean ): L.Chan [09:15]: jesus how long is your class? L.Chan [09:17]: i miss u~

He got sappy so fast, you thought as you texted him.

You [09:20]: class just ended lol

Chan was quick to text back as you packed up.

L.Chan [09:20]: I’m free too (: L.Chan [09:21]: meet me outside the humanities building~

You rolled your eyes but nonetheless, when you headed out the door, you made your way over to the humanities building, entering the courtyard outside the building. The courtyard was a decent size, a large fountain in the center, the sidewalk circling it before pathways branched off in different directions.

For benches were placed around the path, facing the fountain. You looked around as you entered the courtyard, noticing that it was rather busy with students bustling around meeting friends and hurrying to their next classes before quickly locating Chan.

He sat on one of the bench, arms resting on the back as he looked the opposite direction. His dark chocolate colored hair blowing gently in the cool breeze. He wore a white long sleeve shirt with blue thin stripes, another pair of black skinny jeans and white Converse. That boy sure loves his tight pants, you thought, though you weren’t complaining.

He must have sensed your presence because he looked your way, a huge smile pulling the corners of his lips up. You returned the smile before moving to sit next to him and were surprised he didn’t shy away, instead opting to drape his  arm over your shoulders and you felt your cheeks turn light pink at the contact.

Several people looked over, some murmuring to their friends while giving you a side glance. Your heart thudded in your chest and your cheeks turned pink as you felt a few pairs of eyes on you. God, why was everyone watching?

“Chan,” you murmured as he leaned in, his lips tickling your cheek. “People are watching,” you said and he took your chin in his hand, turning your head to look at him. “I don’t care who’s watching,” he said softly before kissing you. Your cheeks burned but you accepted his kiss without hesitation. When you parted, you felt as though all eyes were on you but in reality, no one was really watching. They passed by without a second glance. Chan smiled pulling you closer before looking up and his smile dropped.

You followed his line of sight where you saw Jihoon, Seungcheol, and -- “Soonyoung,” you whispered as he stared at you from across the courtyard. He was mad alright. If looks could kill. You looked away and felt Chan’s grip on your tighten protectively as he looked across the court at his best friend. He fucked up. Soonyoung was at fault, not Chan. It’s not like Soonyoung liked you like that. He made it plainly clear he was only interested in fucking you and Chan wanted more than that.

Soonyoung backed off, looking away from Chan’s glared and he turned and walked away, leaving Seungcheol and Jihoon behind. Jihoon looked from Soonyoung’s retreating back to Chan and gave a short nod of understanding, one that Chan returned. Jihoon and Seungcheol left the courtyard after Soonyoung. Chan sighed and looked at you as you looked down at the sidewalk. “He’s gone,” he whispered, leaning into you. You looked up and glanced around, visibly relaxing.

The two of you sat there for a few more minutes before you looked down at your watch and nearly jumped. “We’re gonna be late for class!” you said and Chan laughed as you got to your feet, taking his hands and pulling him to his feet. “Come on!” you urged and he got up, following you as you led him away from the courtyard.

You stopped when he pulled you back into him. “My class is this way,” he said nodding in a different direction. “Oh,” you remembered and he leaning in, kissing you quickly. “I’ll see you later tonight. I’ll bring the food,” he said and you brightened up. “Okay!” you leaned in, kissing him again before hurrying away to get to your class on time. Chan smiled as he watched you retreat, thinking how lucky he was.

Upon entering his class he took his usual seat and waited for the professor to begin the lesson. He heard the thump of someone sitting down heavily beside him and looked up to see Soonyoung had taken the seat beside him. He did his best to avoid the look Soonyoung was giving him before finally he couldn’t take it anymore. He rounded on his best friend. “What?” he demanded.

Soonyoung tilted his head. “How is (Y/N) doing? You guys looked pretty cozy earlier.” Chan scoffed and looked away. “She’s just fine, no thanks to you,” Chan said and Soonyoung nodded looking down at the table. “I don’t know what she told you, Chan --” he began but Chan cut him off. “Nothing. She didn’t tell me anything. I told her to tell me when she was ready,” Chan interjected. Soonyoung looked taken aback. “She really said nothing?” he asked and Chan nodded, his eyes landing on the teacher as he entered the room.

“Well, if you see her later, tell her I’m sorry if I made her feel uncomfortable. That wasn’t my intention,” Soonyoung said, his voice dropping to a whisper as the professor began the lesson. Chan didn’t know what he did to upset you, but he didn’t think it was important relaying the message from Soonyoung. He did his best to focus on the lesson but all he could think about was, what had Soonyoung done?

You hadn’t expected to talk to Soonyoung again, let alone see him waiting outside of your dorm when you returned after your lessons later that night. Yet there he was, sitting on the steps leading up to your building. You tensed up when he noticed you and froze when he stood up. He walked down the remainder of the steps and stopped a few paces away, hands in his pockets. “Hey,” he said.

You eyed him suspiciously before responding. “...hi?” you uttered. You were being cautious, and rightfully so after last night. Soonyoung hesitated before he went on. “I’m sorry about last night. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I didn’t want to hurt you. I must have misread the signals you were giving mean but I promise, I did not mean to hurt you.” You crossed your arms in front of your chest.

“I see,” you stated, unsure how to respond. Soonyoung took a step forward and you backed away. “Can we talk?” he asked and you nodded. “Just,... don’t move too quickly,” you answered and he nodded.

Chan left his dorm after finishing his assignments for his classes Monday. He made his way to his car, getting in and heading to pick up the food he ordered. He drove, listening to music on his phone, drumming on the steering wheel as he made his way to the his favorite Chinese place. He had sent you the menu earlier in class and asked you to pick what you wanted.

Pulling to a stop at the light, he called out, “hey Siri.” His phone screen lit up as the Siri screen came on with the familiar “What can I help you with?” Chan smiled as he opened his mouth to tell Siri, “call (Y/N).” The screen lit up with color voice wave before the screen changed. “Calling (Y/N).” The phone started ringing.

The light changed and Chan continued down the road, making his way toward the restaurant. Your phone continued to ring before it went to voicemail. Chan thought that was odd but left a message all the same.

“Hey, I'm on my way to the restaurant to pick up our food, I wanted to know if you needed any extra sauce but I'll get some just in case. I'm also gonna stop by the liquor store and grab something but I don't know what you want. Send me a text. I'll see you soon,” he said before hanging up.

He pulled into the parking lot as the clouds moved in. Ugh, more rain? He wondered as he got out of the car and dashed for the door. Once inside he paid for the food, adding extra sauce and grabbing napkins and utensils. He also bought two sodas before heading back out to his car to find you had answered him in a text.

You [19:43]: I like wine and ciders but I'll drink whatever you buy (:

He smiled and shot back a response.

L.Chan [19:49]: Idk what wine goes with Chinese lol You [19:50]: malbec. Get a malbec L.Chan [19:51]: …how the hell do you know that?? 😂 You [19:51]: I have my ways 😊 L.Chan [19:52]:

L.Chan [19:52]: wizard You [19:53]: 🧙‍♂️🔮

Chan smiled, laughing lightly as he placed his phone back in the holder on his dashboard. He started the car and pulled out of the parking space and headed for the nearby liquor store. He parked the car and ran into the store. It was a small store with aisles in the middle, an open cooler with shelves full of all different kinds of beer. The very back of the store was a huge walk-in cooler.

Once inside he started looking around when the store owner who had been previously sweeping stopped at the end of the aisle he was in. She was a short woman with her brown wavy hair pulled into a messy bun on top of her head. “Do you need any help?” she asked with a smile. Chan smiled and nodded at the wine selection.

“I’m trying to find something to pair with Chinese takeout, I was told to get Malbec?” he questioned as she came over and smiled. “What dishes?” she asked looking up at him. “Beef and broccoli,” Chan said with a grimace and she smiled wider. “Come on,” she mused nodding toward the walk-in. Chan followed her into the fridge, the cold air hitting him, a shiver working down his spine.

“If you’re eating takeout, you’re definitely going to want something cold,” she said reaching up and grabbing a bottle from the top of the rack. She turned and handed it to him. “Here. That should go with your beef and broccoli well,” she said with a wink. Chan smiled, taking the cold glass from her. “Anything else?” she asked and Chan shook his head. “Nope, this is all I needed,” he said.

“Alright,” the shopkeeper said. “I’ll ring you up.” Chan followed her out of the walk-in and to the cash register. “Can I see your ID?” she asked and he pulled it out of his wallet, handing it over. She checked it out and handed it back before ringing up the wine. “Your total is $32.48,” she said and Chan pulled out the change. He handed it over and she cashed him out before putting the wine in a paper bag.

Chan thanked her and headed for the door. Outside, it had started to rain. Chan got into his car, setting the wine next to the food and started the car before pulling out of the parking lot and onto the road heading for your dorm. He pulled into the parking lot where he cut the engine and looked up to see you standing on the stairs talking to -- “Soonyoung?” he whispered when he recognized his best friend.

He watched as you nodded and smiled. Soonyoung waved and started back down the stairs. You gave him a small wave as he jogged toward his car and got in. Chan grabbed the food and wine and got out only when Soonyoung pulled out of the parking lot. Chan headed up toward the door where you were waiting under the awning with a wide smile.

He reached the step and you wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face in his chest. “Everything alright?” he asked and you nodded. “Yeah. Soonyoung came by to apologize and we agreed to stay friends,” you replied and Chan nodded, relieved that Soonyoung hadn’t managed to toy with your emotions again. You turned to put the code in and opened the door. Chan followed you as the pair of you headed for the elevator, thunder rumbling in the distance.

Once the lift arrived, you lead Chan down the hall to your door and opened it, letting him in behind you. You shut the door and hopped on your bed as Chan set the food on the desk. “Did you want to watch a movie or something while we eat?” you asked and Chan nodded, as he untied the takeout bag. You slid off the bed and turned on your desktop, letting it boot up before logging in while Chan pulled out the to-go containers. “Do you have any glasses?” he asked turning to you.

You looked up from your computer as he pulled the wine out of the bag to show you. You pointed to a small storage cupboard and he opened it, pulling out a package of red solo cups. “These?” he asked to which you nodded, signing into your account and pulling up Netflix. Chan pulled two cups out of the package and opened the wine, thankful it was a screw on cap instead of a cork.

“What do you want to watch?” you asked and looked up at him. “I don’t mind. You pick,” he said as he poured wine into both cups. He turned to you as you were putting on a movie. “How do you feel about scary movies?” you asked, taking the cup he was holding out. He smiled, lifting the cup to his lips and taking a sip of the wine. It wasn’t what he expected but it was surprisingly smooth.

Chan turned to you and handed you one of the togo containers as you got up on the bed. You accepted it and settled into position making sure all the pillows were pushed up against the wall. Chan grabbed his own food and turned to you. “Do you need any sauces?” he asked and you shook your head. Chan got on the bed, scooting back until he was sitting beside you and once you were both comfortable, you dug into your food while the movie you picked started.

Halfway into the movie, you finished eating and set your to-go container to the side, preferring to lean against Chan, your eyes glued to the screen. Chan had set his container to the side and had one arm wrapped around your shoulders. He squeezed you gently, whispering, “you done eating?” You looked up at him and nodded. Chan moved, sliding off the bed and grabbing the to-go containers and setting them on your desk. “Do you want anymore?” he asked holding up the now half empty wine bottle.

You shook your head, stretching and he downed the rest of his glass before taking up his previous spot next to you. Once he was back on the bed, you wrapped your arms around his waist and hugged him closer, the alcohol in your system making you bolder. Chan laughed, pulling you onto his lap and hugged you closer, kissing the top of your head. “Are you sleepy?” he asked and you shook your head. “No,” you replied in a muffled voice.

Chan smiled, turning his head to look at the computer screen. Your shirt had ridden up a little and you sighed at the feeling of Chan’s fingers absentmindedly rubbing circles into your exposed hip. He must have noticed cause he asked if you were okay. Instead of answering him with your words, you answered him with a kiss, one he was surprised by but accepted gladly.

Your hand moved from around his waist and up to his chest as one of his hands cupped the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. Chan’s lips parted, your own following suit and his tongue slipped into your mouth. Your stomach flipped as you tasted the wine on his tongue. You moved, without breaking the kiss, to straddle him, snaking your arms around his neck. His hand on your back held you close as the two of you fought for dominance with Chan winning rather easily.

Your hips moved of their own accord, rolling against his slowly. Chan moaned, the sound muffled by your lips against his. You smirked, grinding down on him again, the friction felt amazing against your growing arousal. You could feel the affect you had on Chan in the bulge in his pants pressing hard against your core and growing harder and harder the more you grinded on him.

“Fuck, (Y/N),” he groaned when you pulled back for air. His head fell back against the wall while you moved against him, soft whimpers leaving your lips mixed with your pants. Chan grabbed your hips, stilling your movements. “Jesus, you’re going to kill me, woman,” he whispered, enjoying the way your lips worked down his neck, stopping at his shoulder as you tried to move your hips again.

“Stop. Moving,” Chan said trying not to laugh. “Please,” you whined. “I need you,” you said and with that, Chan pushed you back on the mattress, hovering over you before leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. “Do you want me that badly?” he asked and you nodded, biting your bottom lip. His hips moved, pressing his erection into your core, earning a moan from you.

“You want this?” he whispered against your ear and you moaned again. “Yes,” you breathed. Chan pulled away, pulling his hoodie off before reaching for the ties on your sweatpants. “These need to come off,” he whispered as he reached around to lift your hips and slide them down your thighs. He tossed your pants off to the side before moving between your thighs to kiss you again.

Your hands tangled in his soft hair as he moved his lips down, kissing to the collar of your shirt. And this too,” he said pulling you up so he could remove your shirt, leaving you in your bra and panties. You blushed but you were sure if it was because you were exposed or intoxicated. Chan resumed his ministrations, kissing down your chest. He stopped to look up at you before he smiled. You whined, running your fingers through his hair urging him to continue.

Chan went on, kissing down your stomach before stopping near the waistband of your panties. He took the fabric between his teeth and pulled back slightly before letting go, the elastic snapping softly against your skin, a soft cry leaving your lips. Chan moved back up, his hand sliding up the outside of your hip, stopping at your waist while his lips moved against your neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin.

You gasped, arching into him as his hand moved from your hip and ghosted over your breast stopping to cradle your neck. “God you’re so much more beautiful in person,” he breathed against your skin. His hand moved from your neck, sliding down your body before pressing his fingers against your heat, your arousal seeping through the think material of your panties. A whimper escaped your lips.

Chan moved, slipping his hand into the waistband of your panties. He hesitated before asking, “can I?” You nodded, biting into your lower lip as his hand slid further until his finger pressed past your folds finding your clit easily. You gasped, grabbing his wrist with one hand while he circled the sensitive nub slowly. “God,” he groaned. “I love how wet you get for me.” You moaned at his words, whimpering when he slowly pushed a finger inside you. He smiled against your neck. “You like that?” he asked.

You hummed in response as he moved his hand, sliding the digit in and out of you at a painstakingly slow pace. “Stop teasing me,” you whined, bucking your hips slightly. Chan chuckled, speeding up as you grew wetter and wetter. You moaned in his ear as he added a second finger, enjoying the feeling of being deliciously stretched. “Can I take these off?” Chan inquired of your panties and you nodded.

He withdrew his hand, bringing his fingers up to his mouth and cleaning your juices off of them. He groaned, his cock twitching in his pants. He reached down and pulled your panties down your legs, smearing your wetness down the inside of your thigh. Once he discarded the thin material, he pushed your thighs apart and laid down, settling between your thighs.

“What are you doing?” you asked but he only smiled, placing a few kisses on the insides of your thighs. He sank his teeth into the soft flesh, sucking a fresh mark in your skin on each side before kissing your sex. He ran his tongue up your folds, pushing your legs apart further, giving him better access. His tongue found your clit and slowly began circling it, toying with you.

“Don’t tease me,” you panted, your fingers knotting in his hair as you held him in place. He smiled against your sex before speeding up, flicking his tongue against your clit. You whimpered loudly as you felt your orgasm building. Chan wrapped his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves, sucking it softly. With one hand in his hair and the other gripping your sheets, your hips bucked and Chan moved his hands to hold you down as he continued his onslaught.

Just as your orgasm approached, he stopped, pulling away and you whined, your body reeling from the stolen climax. Chan smiled, kissing your thighs again. “What’s wrong, baby?” he cooed and you groaned trying to buck your hips but he held them firmly in place. “Please,” you begged and Chan chuckle, his hot breath fanning over you. “Please what baby? Use your words,” he repeated.

“I need your tongue, please, please,” you whimpered wiggling your hips. “My tongue?” Chan asked. “Where do you need my tongue baby?” he asked. You wiggled your hips again, hoping he would get the message. “Hmm?” he hummed. “Please,” you whined. Chan gave your sex another kitten lick. 

“Is that what you want?” he asked. “You want my tongue all over your pretty pussy?” he asked and you nodded quickly. “Yes!” you breathed. “Say it,” Chan answered. You whined when he flattened his tongue, licking a wide strip slowly up. “I want your tongue all over my pretty pussy,” you whimpered.

Pleased with your answer, Chan continued his torture, alternating between licks and sucking until you were shaking as your orgasm built up a second time. Again, Chan pulled away allowing your release to ebb away. You whined louder as he moved away from between your thighs and sat up. “Where do you keep your condoms?” Chan asked and you pointed at the bathroom. “Top left drawer,” you panted.

He hopped off the bed and hurried into the bathroom, pulling open the drawer you said and he found the pack of condoms. He grabbed on and returned to you on the bed after pulling off his shirt and pushing his pants down his thighs along with his underwear, allowing them to pool at his ankles. He stepped out of the material and got back on the bed.

He leaned over, kissing up your stomach and stopping at your chest. “Sit up for a second,” he murmured against your skin and you did as he asked, sitting up. Chan reached around behind you and undid the clasps of your bra, sliding the straps down your arms and pulling it off before throwing it somewhere in the darkness. His hand reached up, cupping your breast.

“Damn it, baby. How are you so fucking hot?” he asked kissing your shoulder. He gently pushed you back on the bed, kneeling between your thighs as he tore open the silver packet. “Wait,” you muttered trying to sit up. “I should reciprocate,” you said but he pushed you back with a chuckle. 

“As much as I would love to have those pretty lips around my cock, I’m plenty hard without it. I really just need to be inside you, (Y/N),” he said as he rolled the condom onto his length. Your tongue peeked out to wet your lips as he lined himself with your slit, teasing you through your folds. “Chan,” you whimpered.

He chuckled, pushing himself into you, hissing as he slid easily into your wet heat. He stopped, whether allowing you time to adjust or just focusing on the feeling of you slowly engulfing his cock, welcoming it into your warmth. He continued, pushed deeper into you, the sting of being stretch causing your lips to part in a silent cry until he bottomed out, fully sheathed inside you. “Holy shit,” he whispered.

You forced yourself to relax around him before he moved. He pulled out slowly before pushing back in. “God you feel amazing,” he said in a deep voice. “Fuck,” you choked out as the sting was replaced with a dull ache instead now. “Please,” you begged again. “Please move,” you whimpered. Chan pulled back again slowly, this time snapping his hips  into yours. A gasp ripped from your throat as he gained momentum, holding your hips as he thrust into you, hitting deep .

“Ah~” you moaned, gripping the sheets beneath you. Chan moved his hands, resting them on either side of your head as he leaned over, thrusting faster into you. “F-fuck,” he stammered. “You f-feel so fucking good, baby.” One of your hands moved, gripping his wrist as he pounded harder into you. “Chan,” you breathed and he hummed in response. “Harder,” you pleaded. Chan sat up, his hands moving to your hips as he slammed harder into you, earning a cry from you.

He stopped, looking down at you. “Are you okay?” he asked and you groaned, “yes, don’t stop, you idiot,” and he laughed, resuming his previous speed. “Ah, fuck!” you cried out, grabbing his wrist again. “You like that?” Chan asked and you nodded, whimpering as he pounded into you mercilessly. “Ah! There, right there,” you breathed when he hit your sweet spot.

“Yeah?” Chan asked breathlessly, continuing to hit the same spot with every thrust. “Yes!” you moaned, your voice bouncing off the walls. Chan reached forward, covering your mouth. “Do you want to wake the whole floor, baby?” he asked amused as he continued to fuck you, your incessant moaning muffled by his hand. “Goddamn,” he said thrusting into you. “Here,” he added pulling out of you and turning your over. He put a pillow under your hips before pushing into you again.

Chan pulled you back into him, his hips hitting your ass and his cock reaching a spot deep inside you. “Ah!” you let out a high pitched cry when you felt the palm of his hand hit your right asscheek. He ran his hand soothingly over the spot before leaning over you, his chest pressing against your back as he continued to thrust into you. “Ah~! Fuck, Chan!” you whimpered into the sheets. One of his arms wrapped around your upper chest, his thrusts growing more erratic as his high approached him.

“I don’t know how much longer I can hold back,” he panted in your ear. “I’m close too, you breathed as you felt the coil in your lower abdomen tightened, tension building in your body as you grew hotter and hotter with every thrust. Chan groaned, sinking his teeth in your shoulder, sending you over the edge as you came around him with a cry of his name. Chan continued, thrusting into to you chasing his own high, which came moments later as your walls convulsed around him and he came, releasing into the condom with a deep groan, muffled by your shoulder.

His hips faltered, coming to a stop still buried inside you. He kissed the bite mark he left on your shoulder, whispering an apology to the sensitive skin. After a few moments, he pulled out of you, rolling off onto his back, his chest heaving with labored breaths. He looked over at you when you turned your head to face him. A lopsided grin graced his features.

“Told you I would take care of you,” he said in a low voice. You rolled your eyes and rolled over on your back, looking up at the ceiling. Chan rolled off the bed, removing the condom and tying it off before tossing it in the waste bin by your desk. He stooped to grab his boxers, stepping into and sliding them on before he made his way to the bathroom. You watched him as he moved around in the bathroom before hearing the sound of running water.

A few moments later, he returned with a warm wet washcloth and started wiping you clean. Your body shuddered when he ran the cloth over your swollen sex. His eyes snapped to your face as he pulled back. “You okay, baby?” he asked and you nodded. Chan continued, wiping off your cum off your inner thighs. When he was certain he cleaned you thoroughly, he tossed the washcloth in the hamper and walked into the bathroom, passing into your closet to fetch you a clean pair of underwear.

When he returned, he helped you slip your panties on, before pulling you up into a sitting position. Chan reached down, grabbing his shirt from the floor. He pulled his shirt on you and laid you back down, getting under the covers beside you.

“Go to sleep baby,” he whispered, pulling you into him, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a kiss to your cheek. You fell asleep quickly, light snores filling the room as the movie had already ended, the computer going to sleep due to inactivity. Not long after you passed out, Chan followed suit.

P.S: *Jeongguk voice* FINALLYYYY~!!! I knew some of you were probaby waiting for this so I hope I delivered. I will try to have the final installment up Friday or Saturday! As always, thank you guys so much for reading and leave any feedback you deem necessary! ~K♡

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oh GOD guys…. You have no idea the crusade i had to went through just to be sitting here, with my dear computer working again, and enjoying the joy of 1.9 Mbps internet connection speed. First thing on the front page of my dash was three shitposts on a row, new niche memes, and good ‘ol fandom drama. god how I missed this hell site. 

In case anyone wants to know what happened, I will put behind a ‘read more’ the story of a missing computer part that quickly become a detective mission, that dragged me unwillingly into the wild ride I didn’t signed for when pressing ‘buy’ on an online store.

TL;DR at the end bc this is very long. English is not my first language so please bear with me! 

Okay, some of you may know a bit about me since apparently i don’t have a “dude shut up! Stop oversharing your woes!!!” button on me but hey here are some things to know about me in case you are curious: I live in Venezuela and not having internet is my personality trait, living in my country is very hard, hard like trying to play the Rainbow Road of Mario Kart but you have butter on your hands, your eyes are closed and you are running on the rain while there is a 8.0 earthquake happening. That hard. I work as a freelance graphic designer and make art commissions so me and my family can survive the economic crisis on my country, having internet and a working computer is a really big deal, like literally we eat thanks to it. Now you see how that would led me to spend a whole month chasing and stressing over a stupid part my computer needed.

Back in December, remember last season of “what’s troubling Sirene now?” where i spend almost a month without internet and then yay internet is back! for like two days? well, after Christmas there was a sudden power cut one night and i was on my computer working on a commission but since this is now a common occurrence i didn't think anything of it …until next day when i tried to switch my computer ON it didn't. I tried everything to revive it, grabbing anxiously my hair, walking on circles, and pressing continuously the power button, you know everything, but it was in vain. It’s dead, Jim. As you can imagine i had a breakdown when i realized i won’t be able to work anymore and needed to buy a new power supply since this one was toast…and was without internet friggin again. AGAIN. I survived till now using my crappy phone data but heavy apps hardly load, tumblr/ao3/twitter sometimes loaded if i refreshed them like a madman. 

My computer is a tiny model and has a power supply that apparently is made by beavers in Narnia, because is so uncommon that the only stores that sell them are on my Capital city two states away from where i live. Knowing this, there is not other alternative for me but to use a online store and shipping the package here, in theory sounds simple right? a reminder that this is a third world country, where everything is falling apart and barely holding it together with chewing gum and prayers, what are the odds of something going wrong hmm….

Okay, this happened in the week after Christmas and before New Year's Eve, so of course all stores in my country decided to go on vacation and return on January. I impatiently waited for two online stores to be back on business that have the power supply i need, they were physical stores too so i thought i would be safe. i liked one more than the other and, as i told my friends, i felt like a telenovela protagonist that was on a love triangle with two galanes but the hotter one was in coma and the other just had 3 episodes in, meaning that the better rated store was still offline and the other was online but only had like 3 products sold …not very reassuring but i desperately needed to start working again so i went with that one. Big mistake.

Everything started on Tuesday, January 14. 

Mercado Libre is a page where people sell things like Amazon, this is where the seller of the power supply was, after you click on buy, you can see the seller info and a chat to talk to them, i wrote but there was not immediate response so i called, i spoke to a woman and she told me to text her on WhatsApp, that should have been my first red flag, if the app had a perfect chat option there why text outside of it?? 

whatever, i went and text her, asked when would she send the package and she told me “tomorrow” the shipping company she was going to use is called “Zoom” (remember that name bc it will be mentioned a lot) when you send something they give the sender (the store) a tracking number the sender should give YOU in order for the shipping office (Zoom) in your city to give you the package. (this number is important)

this was my first time buying anything online so i didn’t know any of that just vaguely knew how it worked, so i asked her if she the next day would give me the tracking number or the shipping company would call me when my package was on the shipping center? and she told me “both, i will give you the number and they are going to call you” I said perfect, thank you very much and thought ‘hey that went well!’ 

Unknown to me, for the next 10 days i was going suffer a weird and painful skin reaction on both hands, and man…it was bad (tw graphic description of a skin condition ahead) the skin on the palm of my hands completely fell off, and it burned like i had scraped my hands on the sidewalk and someone was pouring lemon juice on them. Ouch. as you can imagine all my attention was on what was going on with my hands. I still don’t know what could have caused that severe reaction.

With difficulty texted the woman on Monday 20 i asked again for the tracking number but she said “i’m waiting for the bike delivery guy to give me the number but your package was sent” so she -the store seller- dont go personally to Zoom to send the packages and some else does, i tell the woman again to give me the number as soon as she has it, bc Zoom has an app you can check your package rute and status with that number, she said “okey amiga”.

That week, i could barely lift a fork i was suffering from whatever it was that happened to my hands until my mom found an Aloe Vera plant and i started to rub that gooey, viscose gel thingy on my hands and was slowly getting better, (seriously guys, Aloe Vera plants are a godsend keep one or 10 at home) by the time i suddenly remembered about the package it was Friday 24 the woman didn’t text me anything like she said would do and i didn’t receive any calls either all week, so friday i text her asking again for the tracking number and oh yes finally she has it! My happiness was short lived because……THE PACKAGE WAS RETURNED.

Something occurred and there was an error on the address or something (I triple checked all my personal info was in order before i gave it to her -thanks anxiety!- so i know it was not on me) i was so furious if only the woman had given me the friggin number sooner that week, i would have realized there was something wrong and would have gone to the Zoom on my city where the package was being held before it was returned to the capital. She told me she would send again my package that Friday BUT Zoom only works mon-fri not weekends. Now I need to wait till monday to receive my thing. great.

Monday 27 rolls in and that week i proceeded to text the woman EVERY SINGLE DAY asking if she had sent my package, i hated being a nuisance texting so much but it was necessary, money is getting short and we need food. 

On Wed 29 I even texted her a desperate plea, i told her please i need my power supply to start working again! and you know how she responded? BY LEAVING ME ON SEEN. i called her until she answered and she told me “oh i sent it today” she assured me, in the most unsure voice she could muster, that she totally did it.

So I went the next day to the Zoom office and surprise! it was a lie, she didn’t send anything, nada! again asked her for the new track.num. and she told me “amiga the thing is that …the package has not arrived here. is still in your State.“ [*record scratch*] hmm whAT?

I immediately called Zoom and asked them to tell me where my package is? Where is it!?, it’s still in my city or in the Capital?? So they gave me a number for the returned package to check on the app and…said it arrived at the Capital Fri. 24. Not only that but it was marked as "given to the client” aka the sender. 

Now I realize this woman has been lying to me. For a whole week. I text her screenshots of where the package was and she tells me that supposedly the package is not on Zoom there and insists it is here in my State. A friend knows someone that works on Zoom that checks their database and confirms that no, is not here anywhere and that definitely arrived in the Capital. even shows that a man named A. Rodriguez was the one that picked up the package. Who is this man?? what's going on?

here's a meme i sent my friends in the group chat while i was trying not to freak out about all this. 

This has become a "she-said, he-said" situation because the woman keeps insisting Zoom is the one at fault about the whereabouts of my missing package but Zoom says Hold it! And slaps continuous evidence that shows the places where the package has been at all times. 

Meanwhile I’m like “where the hell is my power supply??? All I want is to work. Why is this happening to me?” ;_;

So far what we know:

Package arrived in my city but was returned to the city of origin (the Capital) on Friday 24.

The following week the store seller lied to me and would everyday promise to send the package again to me. and never did.

On Thursday 30 the woman tells me that the package never arrived from my city and she’s waiting for it to “arrive” but the shipping office tells me the package was returned a week ago on Fri. 24 so it’s impossible that it has not arrived. not for nothing they are called ZOOM they deliver fast.

the app even says “given to the client”, and one thing I know for a fact, is that it is near impossible to pick up a package from there without the friggin tracking number, they won’t even give you info about it without it. so it’s very unlikely that a random person just walked away with it.

so we have two possibilities: 

1. Someone from Zoom stole it. Ok, feasible. Corrupt people working on this kind of service in my country steal things of value all the time. still i doubt this was the case, the company seemed really concerned and would try their best to help me find my package giving me all the info i requested, even the name of the person who took it. 

2. the store seller lied again and the man who took the package is the same bike delivery guy that transported it there in the first place. That's how they were able to take it from there so easily. She denied knowing anyone named A. Rodriguez but she has lied before so i don’t trust her word. To me, this is the more likely scenario for what happened to the package. 

February comes and still I have no idea where is my package and the woman keeps making excuses as to why she “hasn’t found it” she again leaves me on seen after I asked for information, next day I called her non stop because now I’m pissed and i want answers, she finally text me that she will send another power supply since she “couldn’t find the first one” no further explanation whatsoever, and tells me will send it on Friday, but remember that Zoom don’t work on weekends so the new package will be staying on the Zoom office until Monday, my friend tells me that is not good what if the thief works there and steals it again? so I asked the woman to send it on Monday and she tells me that only Tuesdays they send all their stuff to be delivered….now she tells me the store have a specific delivery day? Now? 

I’m not happy about waiting for more days but there is nothing i can do about it so February 11 is here and I send the woman a text telling her to take a photo of the receipt with the tracking number so the story of the first package won’t repeat, and guess what? The woman left me on seen!! you don’t know how that blue seen mark got me shook. that stressed me so bad that finally I had enough, my friends encouraged me to cancel the order and ask for a refund, I stopped texting her on WhatsApp and left a ultimatum on the Mercado Libre chat, that way I had proof on that page of the fraud this woman was pulling on me and could get her banned there. I should have done that before but the need to repair my computer blinded me and was what kept me trying so hard to get my power supply. Desperation can drive you to make foolish decisions. 

After my ultimatum, the woman changed her tune and was very solicitous, and replied super fast, even said on the chat “let it be noted we are a serious company and always answered all your messages” yes, she said THAT, can you believe the audacity, the nerve? I immediately reply “since you didn’t answer any of my texts yesterday, can’t fault me for expressing here my concern about my purchase.”  Then I said very politely but with finality that if she did not send me the photo of the receipt with the tracking number the next day I would not hesitate bitch to ask for a refund. And what do you know? Worked like a charm. The next day the first thing in the morning on my phone was a photo of the receipt.

 SO yes this unnecessary long story has an anticlimactic but happy end after all! Next morning I happily went to the Zoom office and after a whole month of countless lies, unanswered texts, blood, sweat, and tears, I picked up mypower supply. Reunited at long last! This happened on February 14. Valentine’s Day. Love -and being persistent af- always wins! 

TL;DR I bought online a new power supply, the seller tried to scam me or something bc lied about how my purchase was “lost” saying the shipping company was the culprit. Sending me on a wild goose chase trying to find my package. i had to threaten her with a refund to get her to send me finally my power supply.

#this is why i disappeared for a while #can't believe this drama lasted for a whole month #but im glad its finally over