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vastasynchronicity · 6 months
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Originally just a oneshot prompt response. This story has now metastasized into a multi-chapter ongoing narrative available on Scribblehub & Wattpad
What sat in front of me had uneven edges, straps in the wrong place, and was larger on one end than the other. It looked more like a child's idea of a chest than the actual physical item. I'd learned quick that the more a 'treasure chest' looked like a bad knockoff Picasso, the hungrier it was.
I hadn't been in this dungeon dimension for very many days— but it wasn't a hard lesson; avoid anything that even hinted at being a wonky chest, because it had a 100% probability of trying to kill and eat you.
This, though? This was such a pathetic attempt at a 'chest' that I actually felt a little bad for the thing. I'd been tricked by several very good fakes so far. Compared to those...
Man. This was an embarrassment.
As I'd come to expect by now, I felt the chest watching me after staring at it for a couple minutes. It was that feeling I kept getting in random encounters, like I'd forgotten something important that was going to get me in deep trouble.
Every mimic chest so far had felt the same, a deep-seated dread in my chest and stomach. This poor little guy felt like the Temu version of the Wish version of that.
I drained the last of my rabbit stew as I watched it. Every few minutes the smaller end— the one where none of the lines could quite square properly— shivered a bit, like it was cold and couldn't get warm. I knew it was an enemy. I knew it would kill me and eat me in the blink of an eye, if I let it. But, I mean, the thing was pathetic. It was the worst mimic I'd seen yet.
I realized I was full two bites into the sodden remains of my bread bowl. I kinda stared at it for a moment, then looked at the crappy excuse for a chest. "Hey." I said, addressing it directly like it was a person. "Chest. You hungry?"
It shivered hard, once, then went completely still.
I held up my mushy soup remains. "I'm not coming closer, but I'll toss this to you. It's not as tasty as me, but beggars can't be choosers." The wonky chest shivered again, harder this time. Then the lid cracked open to reveal a long red tongue and a set of carnivorous teeth. I took that as a yes and lobbed the bread bowl underhand. It sailed across and the chest leapt up, snapping it out of the air like a dog with a ball.
"Hah!" I said, surprised. "Good catch, mimic. You eat well now. No trying to devour me." It tilted forward twice as it chewed noisily. The movement was weirdly translatable as a nod.
I turned away and walked on, trying to find the way forward to better treasure and more powerful enemies. This particular dungeon hadn't yet yielded much loot, but from the state of it no adventurer had been through here in at least several years. That boded well for a real prize or three by the time I cleared it out.
I was in need of a better weapon— my water wand had slowly been developing cracks over the last week and I wasn't sure how long it would hold up. I had a backup air wand, but its stats and durability weren't nearly as good. From behind me came thumping. I looked back. The mimic had grown horrible appendages that looked like scaled-up chunky bird legs. It was following me. "Hey." I said. "What the fuck, man? I feed you and you stalk me? Uncool."
The chest sat down at once, legs folding up into nothing. It looked less like a joke now -- it had evened out its size from one end to the other and the woodgrain no longer looked like a mad child on crack had drawn it on.
Great. Smashing. I had just given one of my main predators better stats and a leg up on eating me. Fantastic.
It cracked its lid and belched loudly.
"Yeah, nice try, buddy." I hefted my wand. "I don't wanna have to, but I will use this." I sent a glob of magically-charged water spinning through the air to splash to its side to demonstrate. My wand promptly cracked in two.
"Fuck!" I exclaimed, dropping the pieces to the ground. "Mother of fuck, my good wand!" Frustrated, I stomped the useless remains. The mimic rumbled. I looked at it sharpish, wondering if I had time to dive into my bag for my shitty air wand before it attacked. Then it tipped forward, making sounds like a cat coughing up a hairball. I watched, perplexed, until--
It coughed and heaved one last time and spat a darkly glowing wand onto the ground. There was a delicate feminine hand still attached. Ragged bits of gangrenous skin hung off the wrist.
I started at the mimic. The mimic stared at me.
It stood up, its legs growing again out from underneath it. It pushed the hand holding the wand forward, then retreated and sat back down.
I stared at the wand in the dead hand. Sweat ran down my back. That was an arcane wand. Self-repairable. Infinite use, provided you took care of it and didn't get dead -- the problem its previous owner had obviously been unable to avoid.
I stooped down, keeping my eyes trained on the mimic the entire time, and picked it up, trying not to touch the severed hand around it more than I had to for prying the rigored fingers off.
I tossed the hand back and the damn mimic caught it again, just like my bread bowl.
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pairing(s): steve harrington x fem!reader x eddie munson
summary: steve decides to give eddie some lessons on being with a girl and eddie realizes he's a little too attached to the two of you.
warning(s): 18+ content, heavy makeouts, fingering (f rec), finger riding, inexperienced!eddie, slight dom/sub dynamics, dom!steve, eddie being a simp and steve giving orders and very unedited work.
a/n: aaah im so proud of this fic so i hope you enjoyed the fic, tell me what you think and feel free to request.
ALSO THIS IS NOT NO FREE USE SHIT YOU CANNOT PLAGIARIZE OR REPOST MY WORK ON THIRD PARTY SITES.
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Eddie felt absolutely breathless looking between you and Steve. You were kneeled beside him, a soft smile on your face as you played with the hem of your shirt that only covered the top of your panties.
Your lips looked slightly bruised from how rough Steve had kissed you just a few moments ago.
Eddie's eyes drifted to Steve who stood in front of you, a lazy smile on his face as he whispered something in your ear making you cover your face in embarrassment.
Eddie's mouth felt dry, he couldn't think straight and he was so incredibly hard right now.
"Are you backing out?" Steve asked him eyebrows furrowed. Eddie cleared his throat shifting in his seat "No!" He said a bit too quickly causing Steve to laugh.
Eddie didn't know what he was thinking when he asked Steve for help. Eddie was far from a virgin but he never said he was any good at sex, not that he was horrible but he wasn't the most experienced. He was aware of how Steve clearly had very much experience with you since you were very open about your sexual experiences with Steve.
You often couldn't keep your mouth shut constantly boosting Steve's ego.
Now what Eddie expected when he asked for help was some friendly advice but what he got was this.
Steve said it'd probably be better if he just tried it out with you and Steve gave him some good pointers.
"This isn't going to like ruin the friendship or anything right?" Eddie asked picking at a loose thread on the couch. All 3 of you were pretty good friends and he didn't want to ruin that. "No" Steve shook his head.
"If you want we can never speak about it again" You shrugged and Eddie nodded in response. If he does a bad job he does not want hear about it for days on end.
"Y/N's going to take it easy with you, isn't that right?" Steve looked towards you as you moved closer to Eddie "Yep" you smiled "Can I get in your lap?" You asked, your voice was like silk.
"Sure" he choked out, goosebumps appeared along Eddie's skin when your hand touched his bicep as you threw your leg over his lap sitting on his lap.
Steve leaned on the coffee table watching you.
"You're going start out just kissing alright? You've kissed before right?" Steve teased and Eddie glared at him.
"Shut up" He managed to get out as you leaned closer, your lips brushing against his. You were clearly hesitant, you didn't want to move too fast, afraid of making him uncomfortable.
Steve leaned forward lightly shoving your head, your lips pressed against Eddie's and Eddie melted into the kiss. "There we go" your lips moved against Eddie's.
Eddie knew it was wrong as his heart thumped in his chest, he liked this more than he should, he liked Steve's girlfriend more than he should.
Eddie hummed against your lips, he felt almost like he was on top of the world. You tasted like the vanilla ice cream the 3 of you had been eating earlier.
Eventually the two of you pulled away but Eddie found himself chasing after your lips and you giggled pecking his lips once more.
"That was amazing" he breathed out, truthfully no one had ever kissed him that fucking good before. "She's good, isn't she?"
Steve moved his seat beside the two of you "But you're too sweet with her" he hummed pushing some hair off your shoulder "You gotta kiss her like she's a slut, like this" Steve's hand slid to the back of your neck pulling you closer to him kissing you roughly.
Eddie could see that unlike when he kissed you, Steve was clearly in control. His tongue in your mouth as he cupped the back of your head and you moaned against his lips.
Steve pulled away a string of spit between the two of you "See? She likes it when you're a little rough with her" His question was directed towards Eddie but he could hardly focus as he watched Steve wipe his finger across your bottom lip. Steve smiled at you like he was in love which he so clearly was.
Oh, Eddie wanted something like that, he wanted something like the two of you had though he wasn't sure if he wanted something like it or if he simply wanted the two of you.
"Are you listening?" Steve nudged him with his elbow "Yeah" Eddie muttered nodding his head. "Now I want you to kiss her again this time take control"
You fixed yourself on his lap staring down at him, you could tell he wasn't quite sure "It's okay" you reassured him "You got this" He nodded, your words enough to get him going.
He kissed you again this time trying to memorize Steve's movements as he kissed you, pushing his tongue into your mouth, massaging his tongue against yours.
"Good" Steve praised both of you moaned at his words not quite sure who he was praising but happy with the way it made you feel nonetheless. You began to grind against Eddie's cock through his jeans.
He was surely going to cum in his jeans if you kept moving like that.
Eddie kept his hands to himself not wanting to overstep but with one hand Steve lifted your shirt holding it just above your breast and with the other Steve grabbed Eddie's hand and placed it on your breast.
With Steve's hand on top of Eddie's he began kneading your breast, a low whimper slipped from your lips though it was slightly muffled by Eddie's lips.
Your skin felt soft against Eddie's rough hands. Steve used Eddie's hand to squeeze your breast and you let out a breathy sigh pulling away from Eddie.
Eddie felt like he was heaven, he was wondering what he had done to experience something so beautiful.
That's when Steve noticed it, the glint in his eyes as he stared up at you, he seemed almost entranced by you. He seemed almost in love.
The strange thing was Steve didn't mind it, with other guys he'd get a bit jealous but with Eddie it was different. He couldn't explain why but it was
"Tease her tits" Steve told him "Tease her tits?" Steve playfully rolled his eyes moving Eddie's hand from your breast "Come here Y/N" Steve grabbed your hand helping you move from Eddie's lap to his.
Eddie couldn't help but miss the feeling of you on top of him.
He lifted your shirt off your body throwing it somewhere causing you to chuckle softly. Eddie's eyes roamed your upper body, he was sure he had never seen anything so hot.
"You're so pretty" Steve muttered in appreciation "Isn't she pretty Eddie?"
"So pretty" Eddie whispered like he was in a trance "I think you're both really pretty too" you joked and Steve chuckled causing Eddie to crack a smile and for a moment it felt like it was all 3 of you in a relationship just laughing together.
Eddie shook his head at himself trying to remind himself that he wasn't invited here to start a relationship.
Steve reached both his hands up cupping your breasts kneading them in his hand "You paying attention?"
"Yeah, of course" Eddie shifted in his seat before Steve pressed your breasts together taking his time to place kisses on both of them.
Eddie could almost cum just watching the way you stared at Steve with your pretty lust filled eyes.
"You gotta tease her a little bit" leaned up flicking his tongue on your hardened nipple. "She likes when you talk sweet to her and call her pretty, don't you my pretty girl?"
You wanted to deny it but I mean what person didn't like being called pretty? You cheeks heated up in embarrassment and Steve laughed placing light kisses on your breasts once more.
"My girl's an easy girl to please except when she's being a little brat" Steve commented pinching your thigh and you pouted "I'm not a brat, Steve's just mean to me sometimes" You told Eddie looking at for what felt to Eddie like the first time.
It felt strange to have your attention to on him. He almost felt butterflies "He's mean to you?" Eddie breathed out trying to get a hold of himself and you nodded.
Steve snorted rolling his eyes "Let's not pretend you're always a good girl"
"Oh come on look at this face" Eddie reached out touching your face, his thumb caressing your cheek. Steve smirked as he saw how comfortable Eddie was getting with you. "You're always a good girl right?"
"Always, Eddie" his name slipped from your lips and he could not describe the damage it had done to him.
It felt wrong to feel this way.
Steve looked over to Eddie who seemed fully engulfed in the sight of you, Steve could see how painfully hard he looked in his jeans.
Steve licked his lips "Give me your hand"
"What?" Eddie blinked his eyes in confusion "Give me your hand" Steve repeated and Eddie placed his hand in Steve's.
Steve's other hand pulled on the waist band on your panties leaving just enough space to slip Eddie's hand in. You gasped at the feeling of Eddie's cold fingers against your wet center.
Eddie slid his fingers experimentally through your soak folds, his ring bumping your clit causing you to jump a little bit.
"She's soaked, right? That's what you get when you tease her a little bit, you gotta wind her up" Steve said staring up at your pretty face "You gonna show Eddie how much of a good girl you are?" Steve asked and you nodded eagerly.
"Put two fingers inside her" Steve ordered and Eddie followed his orders, Eddie feeling somewhat turned on by Steve telling him what to do.
God, what was wrong with him? Here he was with his two friends, feeling incredibly turned on.
This had to be a crime.
Eddie went to thrust his fingers inside you when Steve gripped his wrist stopping him.
"No, she's such a good girl right? Let her do it herself"
You let out a whine at his words "No whining" Steve huffed causing you to sigh giving your best puppy dog eyes to Eddie and he wanted to give in the second you gave him your sweet little pout.
He will never understand how Steve can tell you no.
"Y/N" Steve warned and you rolled your eyes but still began to move your hips against his fingers. You raised your hips fucking yourself on his fingers. Sweet moans slipped from your lips as you soaked Eddie's fingers.
Eddie wasn't sure how he would ever get over this. Sure early he had said to forget about this but he wasn't sure he wanted to.
This lesson had turned into something completely different and Eddie wasn't mad about it. He was enjoying it, enjoying so, so much.
He wanted you forever, He wanted you and Steve forever.
He was so lost in thought that he didn't hear you moaning his name and begging for him to let you cum.
He mentally slapped himself for getting so wrapped up in his thoughts to miss this amazing moment. "Should I let her cum?" He asked Steve, reminding himself that he was not in control.
Steve was.
Eddie liked kinda liked it that way.
"Do you wanna see her cum?"
"Please say yes" You whimpered and Eddie couldn't deny you.
No words could describe how Eddie felt right now watching you cum on his fingers, amazing was too much of an understatement. You looked so hot with your head back while you fucked yourself through your orgasm on his fingers.
Steve grabbed Eddie's wrist pulling it away from your wet center. Steve began cooing at you telling you how much of a good girl you were, his fingers wiping the tears that had slipped from your eyes. He gave you soft reassuring kisses.
"We can work on more stuff tomorrow if you want" Steve glanced at Eddie who nodded.
Steve's words bringing Eddie back to the reality that it was just you and Steve.
Not you, him and Steve.
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coolyiooo · 9 months
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BSD Men Reacting To You saying "I fake my orgasms"
parings: Dazai, Ranpo, Fyodor, Atsushi, and Chuuya
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❗Warnings❗: begging, edging, praise, degrade, overstimulating, squirting and more
Summary:You two were in a bit of a small, stupid, argument. And for some reason you thought you'd get back at him if you said "I fake my orgasms" to him.
🖤DAZAI🖤
He looked a bit taken back, it was an out of the blue comment. He just stared at you with wide eyes
"So your telling me you were acting like you were dumb on my cock, to the point you couldn't even form sentences, or think about anything else but my name and my cock?"
You gulped a bit "yes"
He kept staring at you, then he smiled with his eyes closed. He looked very innocent looking
"Hm Then I guess I'm going to have to make it up to you for making you unsatisfied"
He then takes you to the bedroom and rails you like there's no tomorrow. Making you cum again and again. Orgasm after orgasm and he still hasn't stopped. The way this man kissed you, praise you, degrade you, moaned your name, and held you always put you over the edge. He put you in a state where all you could do was form small words and moan.
"Heh~ I knew you were lying bella~ your squeezing me so fucking tightly with your pretty little cunt ah~ mmn~ just tell me you were lying and I promise I'll stop~"
"MMMN~! I- I AAH~ w-was! MMPPH~ P-please AGH~! S-spare m-me!"
"Hmm~ I want a better apology bella~"
"SAMU~ y-your mmn-! The only one who's ever m-made me AGH~! Satisfied! MMM~ Please f-forgive me! Mmmn-! I'm sorry~!"
"Good girl~ as my reward mmn~ I'll bury my cum deep inside you ah~! You'll for sure cum again heh~ I'm sure you don't mind~"
💚RANPO💚
He looked at you with a bit of a worried expression.
"Are you trying to hurt my feelings?..because it's working"
When it comes to you, he cant handle any type of degrading, even if he knows it's not true.
"I know your lying but it still doesn't help that you hurt my feelings!" He said with a bit of tears in his eyes.
"I- I'm sorry! I wasn't thinking!"
"Then make it up to me!"
"H-huh? Well what can I do to make you forgive me?"
He thought for a second and then spoke "I want to see you dumb on my cock from how many times you'll cum on it" he said with a smile.
Later that night. You were jumping on his cock even after a couple orgasms. You and him were both hugging eachother even with you bouncing on his dick. All both of you could do was moan and whimper. He was also in the same state as you were in but he was just a tab bit more stable.
"Mmmn~! you feeling good on my cock, sugar? Ah~! Your so f-fucking wet mph~! from how much you came on my cock~"
You could only respond in whimpers and moans. "Heh~ I forgive you, sweetie~ mmmn~ now let me give you a little cream filling Mph~! as a token of my gratitude~"
💜FYODOR💜
He chuckled "is that your pathetic attempt of getting back at me? If your going to lie you have to make it believable, my love"
"I-"
He grabbed your chin and looked at you with dark eyes "You'll regret saying such a disgusting lie, my dear. I'll have to show you just how horribly wrong you are"
He drags you into the bedroom and makes love to you roughly. It felt so fucking good but Fyodor kept on edging you. No matter how many times you kept apologizing and begging for a release, he wouldn't grant you your wish.Its pathetic but you were crying at this point. You've never felt so desperate.
"P-please Fedya! MMM~! I want to cum! It hurts! AGH~! I need it~!"
He then pulled his cock outside of your quivering cunt. You whimpered loudly.
"Why should I let you have your release? You've misbehaved, and I have to teach you a lesson to never lie to me"
"I p-promise I'll never lie to you! I swear I've learned my lesson, I'll be better. Please just let me cum. I'm sorry, Fedya!" you said, crying from desperation.
Suddenly he kissed your cheek, that was wet from your tears, and began to ram into you, shaking the whole bed. You began moaning loudly, while gripping onto Fyodor's shoulders.
"Mmn~ Then what are you waiting for, my love? Let it all out~"
You didn't waste a single second and came, probably the best orgasm you ever had. You moaned so loud it was basically just screaming. It was such an amazing release, you squirted all over Fyodor. After you calmed down from your high, your body was basically knocked out. Fyodor then kissed your lips gently.
"Thank you, fedya" you whispered before you fell asleep.
💙ATSUSHI💙
His face turned pale like a ghost "a-are.. are you serious?" You could see a bit of tears in his eyes. How could he not? All he ever wanted to do was satisfy you, but knowing he's been failing, he feels useless
Oh no. What have you done? How could you do this to literally the nicest man on earth?
"I- I'm sorry I couldn't be a better man" he said, looking down, almost like a whimper. "I'm sorry I'm not good enough" You immediately hugged him
"NO! Atsushi I was lying! Your more than enough. Your literally perfect!"
He seemed confused "then why did you say that?"
"I just- wasn't thinking...I really was lying. If I'm being honest your the best man I've ever been with"
He felt relieved but he still felt like you were lying, his insecurities getting the better of him. You could tell he wasnt really believing what you were saying.
"How about... I show you just how much you satisfy me?"
You were soon both in the bed. You were being passionate and gentle, giving him so much praise he almost couldn't handle it. You were wrapped up in each other's arms, kissing every inch of the others body. You were both on your sides while facing each other, One of your legs held by his arm to put around his waist. His head on your shoulder being a whimpering mess.
"Mmn~ F-fuck! you make me feel so amazing, Atsushi~ mmnph~! i-im g-gonna cum again"
"Mmmn~! Me too ah! F-fuck! d-dont stop! Please~ I need to feel you cum on my dick again~ mph~! it feel so good~"
It's safe to say he forgives you and knows how much you love him.
🧡CHUUYA🧡
Our beloved man looks so offended. His eyes look so confused but he also looks a bit worried.
"Your kidding, right?"
"Well, what if I told u I wasn't?"
He looked at you with the same expression, then he started to smile, then began to full on laugh. You were confused.
"why are you laughing?"
"You said a joke so I laughed, dollface" he said with a slight smirk.
"Me and you both know I satisfy you very well. No offense darling, but if I didn't satisfy your needs then why do you always come to me, begging for my cock like a whore for a release?"
Now YOU were a bit offended, but it's because you know he's right."Do I really act like that?" You asked a bit embarrassed
He smirks "Hm? Well why don't I prove it to you, doll? So you can see for yourself"
You soon find yourself in your bed with Chuuya railing you, making the bed shake as if it's going to break any second. You were moaning loudly and so was he. Seeing how his hips moved into your pussy, desperate to reach the deepest parts of you to fill his cum into, was so hot.
"I-im gonna Mmmn~! Cum! "
"Then beg for it like you always do, doll~ Ah~! otherwise I won't allow you to~ Mnn~!"
"Please~ Mmn~ I need you to m-make me cum Mph~! it feels so good~ please don't s-stop! Ah~!" You whimpered, a bit embarrassed
"You always beg so beautifully Mph~! It makes me so fucking hard hah~ Go ahead and cum on my dick, darling"
You came on his dick, squeezing him with your pussy tightly. Your loud moaning was music to Chuuya's ears. The scene was so fucking unbearable for him he also came. You were both now breathing heavily, calming down from your highs. After a couple seconds, Chuuya started to pound you again.
"You didn't think we were actually done did you doll~?"
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dittanyinbloom · 1 year
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Ominis Gaunt x fem!MC (there is only one gendered term in the very last line). 1.8k. No specific house. Fluff and a bit of MC embarrassing themselves.
Based on this post I made about having HoM with Ominis.
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“In today’s lesson, we will cover a truly thrilling event. . .,” Professor Binns had just started class, but half the students were already dozing off.
It was widely accepted that History of Magic was merely used as a free period. Whether that meant catching up on sleep or doing last minute homework for another class, one thing was certain: no one paid attention. Attendance hardly mattered since Professor Binns rarely ever engaged with the class directly. In fact, you would bet he didn’t even know a single students name or even the exact year. Everyday he floated into class, discussed whatever curriculum he felt like, then drifted off through the wall to his office at the end of the period without so much as a goodbye.
To say the least, it was no one’s favorite subject, that is, except you. Every Tuesday and Thursday, you practically skipped to your afternoon slot of History of Magic. With all the extracurriculars other professors sent you on, and the adventures you went on without their knowledge, you were elated to have time set aside for assignments and catching up on some sleep. Those horrible demiguise statues Mr. Moon asked you to find were really taking a toll on you lately.
Perhaps the most exciting part of class was that you didn’t share it with Sebastian Sallow. Now, he was a very lovely boy for helping you out on multiple excursions, but his presence could be intense at times. This could be simply fixed by spending time with your other friends. Natty, Poppy, and even Amit were great company and just as, if not even more helpful than Sebastian. But that boy had one thing drawing you back every day to meet up. .
Ominis Gaunt, Sebastian’s right hand man and arguably his moral compass. Oh, how you would spend hours practicing spells with Sebastian in the Undercroft for the smallest chance that Ominis would walk in to study, or have a chat, or sometimes even join in on the dueling. That was the only time you ever saw him without his school robes. Neatly folding up his sleeves and grinning like a mad man when he landed a blow on Sebastian, who as of late, rather deserved a few jinxes thrown his way.
History of Magic was the only class Ominis sat beside you in. It was hardly the place to make conversation since even the softest of whispers would be heard by the extremely bored students around you. Nevertheless, you were content with just sitting beside him and admiring his lazy smile as he drifted off into what was probably his fourth nap of the day.
That was one of the first odd quirks you had noticed about the boy. While you ran around the castle from one fool’s errand to the next, you often passed by Ominis lounging about on benches, windowsills, and most often the floor. Sometimes he was snacking or working on revisions, but more often than not the boy was merely napping, just out in the open, where anyone could step on him. The first few times, you had gently woken him up and offered to help him to his common room, but he always acted as though you were the strange one for not letting him sleep in the middle of a hallway in the Defense Against the Dark Arts tower.
Now whenever you saw him, you hummed in endearment and graciously covered him with your scarf as a makeshift blanket. You used to have an array of scarves, but now half of them were likely stuffed in a trunk deep in the Slytherin boys’ dormitory, never to be seen again. It was a small price to pay, in your eyes.
“Seb told me to tell you to meet us in the library after classes,” Ominis said as he leaned forward on the desk, getting in a comfortable napping position.
“Does he think you’re an owl?” You teased.
“Something about you being more likely to say yes if it comes from me.”
“I see,” you whispered, hoping he didn’t hear how flustered you had become. “So he’s scheming again?”
“You say again as if he quit to begin with.”
“Well, you know I can’t say no to an adventure.”
“Exactly why the two of you will be the death of me. Wake me up if anything crazy happens?”
Nothing ever would, at least, not while all the other students that usually caused trouble were sleeping as well. You dated your parchment for notes then began doodling to stay awake. As of late, the professors had been elated with your progress and stopped giving you so much extra work. Not much catching up needed to be done since most other students couldn’t take on a troll alone and live to tell the tale.
Your eyes wandered to study the pretty moles Ominis had scattered about his face and neck. The unhinged, love stricken part of your brain desperately wanted to draw little love hearts or flowers around them. Your fingers twitched, but you controlled your urges and drew hearts all over your notes instead. This was turning into a common occurrence. Most of your history notes contained one or two key points from Binns, a few random drawings, and many iterations of your deskmate’s name scribbled about. At the top corner of every parchment you would even write your name with his last name along with the date. And oh, how the two went so well together.
The period flies by while you daydream of holding Ominis’ hand or kissing his beauty marks as the two of you part ways. The sound of students scuffing their chairs in the worn wood flooring brings you back to reality. You tap Ominis on the shoulder. For a moment your hand lingers, drifting between his shoulder blades.
“Ominis, class has ended.”
“Already?” His voice was almost a whine which was strange because most students jumped at the opportunity to leave history class.
“Don’t sound too disappointed. Binns might offer to go on for another hour if he knows a student is willing to stay.”
You had one more class before meeting the boys in the library. Sebastian seemed to be awaiting your arrival, spotting you the moment you walked in, and waving you up to join them on the second floor. As you greeted them, you set your scarf and robes on the back of the chair.
“You really do need to come by our room and grab your scarves,” Sebastian commented. “They’re taking over.”
“Hmm, yes. I am missing quite a few at this point.”
The culprit, though it wasn’t entirely his fault since you were the one always covering up his sleeping form, went pink at the mention of scarves. Despite looking as though he wanted to add to the conversation, he quickly went back to writing the twelve inches for Sharp’s latest assignment.
“So, Sallow, why have you dragged me here today? Are we going treasure hunting again?”
“Sorry, little adventurer, today’s request is rather boring in comparison. Thought it would be a good time to start revising for O.W.L.s, and I need help in History of Magic. I’ve managed to fall asleep every single period since the start of term. . Quite impressive if you ask me.”
“Don’t know why you thought to ask me. I hardly pay attention in that class.”
Sebastian tilted his head to the side, frowning in confusion. “But, Ominis said he can hear you writing notes all period.”
Your eyes flicker to Ominis almost in a look of betrayal. He seemed as focused as ever on writing, either exuding an excellent poker face or genuinely not showing any interest in being mentioned by Sebastian. Quickly, you swallowed down your own emotions and insisted, “Well, sorry. My notes for that class are very scattered. I mostly just draw to keep myself awake.”
“Anything would help. I honestly don’t even know what we’re meant to be learning about. Nellie heard there might be a quiz next week. My uncle can not hear about my grades slipping on top of everything else.”
Seeing the innocent look of terror on Sebastian’s face made you melt a bit. In his defense, he didn’t know you made a fool of yourself by doodling his best friends name across your parchment twice a week. He was just asking for notes, which was something the three of you often shared.
“I can. . read them to you?” You compromised.
Both boys gave you an odd look, but Sebastian agreed without much hesitation given how desperate he was.
“Suppose I should be writing this down too, if there really is a quiz coming up,” Ominis said with a grimace.
You unrolled your parchment and began to read. Both boys studiously jotted down every word. Hopefully you were explaining everything accurately. There were clearly periods in your notes where you had dozed off between key moments, but unless Binns was looking for his exact wording on the quiz, the three of should should be able to pass.
“It’s with an ‘A’, Grimbald, not Grimbold,” Ominis said out of the blue.
“Thanks,” Sebastian muttered as he went back to add a flick of ink to his ‘O’. He seemed unbothered but Ominis’ correction. You, however, were too tongue-tied to continue reading. Sebastian frowned at the silence and finally looked up at you. “Is there not more?”
“How. . ?”
“Oh!” Realizing your confusion, Sebastian was quick and rather proud to explain his best mate’s ability, “Ominis can hear the letters, or, dunno really. You explain it better, Ominis.”
Suddenly, Ominis went ridged like he had been caught in an act. “When the room is quiet enough, I can pick out the sounds of a quill or chalk on the board. Letters all have a distinct cadence to them. Some sound too similar to be distinct like ‘b’, ‘d’, and ‘p’, but I can make an educated guess.”
“So you can hear what people are writing?”
“Precisely!” Sebastian spoke up with a wide smile. “Brilliant, isn’t it?“
“It is. . quite the talent, Ominis.”
“Thank you.”
You cleared your throat and went on with the lesson. Just because Ominis knew Sebastian’s penmanship did not mean he had your memorized, or that he even listened in the first place. After all, he slept through every class, and you weren’t bold enough to write his name in such a way while he was awake.
Still, knowing of his ability left you wary. The next time you sat with Ominis in history class, you were meticulous with your note taking. No doodles, no love hearts, no childish name writing. Those days were over. They had to be because if Ominis somehow didn’t already know about your embarrassing crush, you were not going to give him the opportunity to find out.
This time when you wrote your name and the date at the top of the parchment, you used your own last name. After that was finished, you moved on to title it “The Goblin Rebellion of 1752”, but you hadn’t gotten past “The” when a hand landed on your knee.
Warmth spread across your thigh while chilling nerves sprinkled down your spine. You nearly fell out of your chair at the touch, causing Ominis to squeeze down harder, keeping you firmly in your seat.
“Ominis?”
He almost seemed angry, but he kept his voice a low whisper for only you to hear, “What do you think you are doing, Mrs. Gaunt? Title your notes appropriately.”
~You can find part two here~
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majeoeje · 8 days
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Counting days
Zuko x reader
I hope you never know how much i cried that day
"Just how long has it been??" You giggled as you twirled Zuko around in your arms. Something you had promised to do three years ago as you bid him goodbye.
Well much to his dismay at least.
"Only 3 years, 5 months and 4 days" he said, you could only laugh in response because you weren't actually expecting a definite answer
Zuko looked embarassed not knowing if he gave the right answer, his awkward demeanor still holds up even to this day making an odd sense of comfort wash over you seeing how some parts of him still remains the same.
You guessed it was 3 years, 2 months and 4 days ago that you bid him goodbye. It was before he set sail for his banishment to a search for the avatar, like it was just another short adventure, you smiled and greet him like it was just an ordinary day at the palace. Like it will be a short trip he'll have to endure not for long. How awfully positive you were being gave him a sense of hope that the nightmare he will go through would eventually come to an end.
Your encouragement only fueled the ambition in his heart to burn brighter.
And the light would dim in your eyes watching him go. He may not see himself as talented or gifted. He told you that hard work and effort had made him strong. Though he fails to notice how he was always your light without even trying.
You wished you yourself believed your own words you said to him.
Because much to his knowledge you broke down only minutes after he left.
"Well it felt longer than that..."
You reminiced, trying to take in the moment. You're here on a mission once again in inner rings of Ba Sing Se when you saw him. You thought you were hallucinating again but upon closer inspection, you were right.
It is him.
Zuko. The banished prince of the fire nation. The fugitive. The honorless coward...
...
..Your best friend.
The sentimentality of this moment bear weight heavier than you could ever hold. Though he knows you'd never admit that
"Really? Lee? You can't be more creative than that?" you try to tease him once more
"So? There's thousands of Lees here in Ba Sing Se"
"You look more like a Chen to me"
"Well you're 4 weeks too late to tell me that" he rolled his eyes, looking away slightly. But not enough to hide the smile that had adorned his face
It was more than meaningful to see him smile once more.
You thought after being scarred so horribly by his father. It would took you mountains of blood sweat and tears to see the corners of his lips turn upwards once more. But Zuko always proves you wrong
Because what you didn't realize and never would, you could always make him smile with just existing.
The chilling air blowed past the two of you, signalling for him to bring you somewhere else.
He took your hand leading you somewhere
"Come on, you have to meet uncle now that you're here"
"Did you and uncle Iroh actually opened a teashop??" You perked up, curious at the smell of jasmine tea that lingered from Zuko's apron.
You could always tell that it was one of uncle Iroh's dream to open his own teashop seeing how critical he always of every cup of tea you served to him. Saying how "every tea is to be brewed with perfection" Making those tea lectures that he would go on about much more yawning. But still, you always appreciate it knowing how those tea brewing lessons were how he kept you company in your visits everytime zuko's not around.
"I don't think it's that surprising"
Zuko then went on a rant on how some men who came in their previous workplace just started offering a job, a building AND an apartment in the inner rings of Ba Sing Se to uncle Iroh
The whole situation would only bring you to giggle at how silly it was. Silly, but a blessing nonetheless.
One thing of note was something has tremondously changed in Zuko, was it his more positive outlook? Or was it his more carefree demeanor. Lacking of the boiling desire to prove himself. Perhaps he has truly let go the way of only pleasing his father and just live?
It does bring contentment. But you can't help but feel sorrow washing you away. Because now you guessed he won't feel the need to come back. Come back home to his country....His rightful place as the heir to the thrown.....His coldblooded father.....His dead silent home...
Or perhaps you just wanted him to come back to you.
You were remembered the days at the palace where he'd eagerly lead you to take a look at something he had took intrest to. Whether it was baby turtleducks, a new gift by uncle Iroh or even a new firebending move he learnt.
"Heyyyy, slow down!" You'd whine, feeling him tug at your hand as he ran
"Come on! We're almost there." He'd say, you were always a little out of breath trying to catch up to him as his grip on your hand never faltered.
These detour wouldn't last long however knowing how people would look for him, cutting your moments short. But you never minded. No mattrr how frequent or how short these little quest last. You were just so happy being with him.
Though as you grew up you noticed these little detour would only lessen as years passed. It was understandable really you two were growing up after all and it wouldn't be appropriate for the prince of the fire nation to be holding hands with his childhood friend to show them daily mundane things.
And you yourself were far too prideful to ask him to do it again so you cherish the memories you already had in your heart.
Still.. you never thought you'd miss how the warm skin of his palm would brush again yours. The question along the lines of 'how long has it been' would echo once more in your head, feeling how rough his hand were now....Different to the smooth small hands of little Zuko.
But the warmth still remained the same.
You bit your lip and stayed silent hoping he doesn't notice the tears that was pooling in your eyes, blurring your vision as you heard him rant about his uncle's new teashop filling in the silence.
The cold air of the inner ring of Ba Sing Se suddenly felt warmer. The illuminated night was engulfed in a glaze of sunset hues as your steps on the concrete streets of Ba Sing Se would ring a sound akin to a smooth tiled floor
It was as if you were back at that damned palace again..
It's as if you were kids all over again.
Though this time you didn't have to worry about catching up to Zuko's pace.
(A/N:not an exact timeline bc i was too lazy to do research)
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blue-jisungs · 10 months
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okay imagine like with svt (either ot13 or minghao jihoon and seungkwan pls) you’re studying for some test in eng / a language other than korean and you go to them with like the tiniest handwriting, tons of notes, all on one page all proud and theyre just like “…now wtf does this say bro” love u axie (if i can call u that) take a rest and i love u sooo so much! u can dm me if my req is a little confusing <33
speaking your native language in their presence ♡
a/n. the way i RAN to write this!! it took a moment ngl but phew, i’m done!! thank you for requesting, hopefully you like it roxie!!! and ofc you can call me axie, it makes my heart melt ngl <3
also i had a race with time to finish it before you go on a hiatus i was STRESSING LMAO but i made it 😌
warnings. cursing >:T
oh and for anyone interested i also have enha && skz && bts versions of this!!
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┆彡 SEUNGCHEOL [ 승철 ]
mans so used to talking w you in korean that he kind of??? forgot??
so once you were talking with your mom over the phone and his mouth went ajar
like that man was ready to call the exorcist
and then it clicked and he was like oh ☺️
after the shock went away he swore he fell in love over n over again
loves hearing you talk in your native tongue :(
he’s so entertained by it too, like i swear he’s like a kid (affectionate)
you were laying in seungcheol’s arms, head nuzzled into his neck. his big arms held you tightly and he softly drew shapes onto your skin.
“and… seventeen?” his question made you smile. you translated how the number sounds in your native language.
and cheol started giggling.
“sev…enteen… it’s so.. rustly” he chuckled, attempting to say it “oh! what about our songs?”
“well… hot would be hot” you barely finished and seungcheol was giggling like a teenager. it was so contagious that you couldn’t help but start laughing too. but then he attempted to say it and failed horribly, causing a full on hysteric laughter from both of you.
maybe it was the late hour or his failed attempts. whatever it was, it felt so heartwarming.
he will learn with your help a couple of basic phrases!!
due to his busy schedule he can’t study on his own but once he has some free time he’s doing those duolingo lessons LIKE A FREAK
oh and also
if he’s pouting bc he’s in a bad mood, all it takes is a kiss and a nickname thrown at him in your native language ^_^
┆彡 JEONGHAN [ 정한 ]
he’s like a cat – curious but won’t let it show
shushes everyone in the room if you’re talking to your friends or parents in your native language through the phone :”)
obviously so they hear you better duh (not because he wants to listen, duh)
will learn some phrases on his own so you two can communicate (and cheat) while you’re playing games w his friends hehe
he absolutely fell in love with the kitchen of your home country like 😭😭😭
and and he absolutely adores the names of the dishes, esp when you pronounce them so effortlessly
it unlocked something in him….. sure he had a soft spot for you but now oh boy
“hannie…” you whined, tugging his sleeve.
you had a small fight, well… more of a disagreement: he wanted some ramyeon and you were craving (dish name). obviously he folded in half and knew he’s done for the second the dish name rolled off your tongue so satisfyingly.
“please? we didn’t have it in a while! we can order (dish name no2) too? pleasepleasepleaseee” you pouted. jeonghan sighed dramatically, raising his eyebrows.
“okay. but say it one more time” he grunted, a smile creeping on his face.
“you’re so weird” you mumbled amusingly in your native language and he frowned
“hey, i understood that!” jeonghan scoffed, causing you to chuckle.
he looks at you with literal hearts in his eyes whenever you speak your native language, just saying <\\3
when he’s feeling extremely soft, usually when you’re about to go to sleep cuddled n all, he’ll ask you to just whisper some random stories
it lulls him to sleep so fast
please also caress his hair he’ll melt on spot 🥹
┆彡 JOSHUA [ 조슈아 ]
he knows the struggles of feeling away from home so the second you start feeling homesick he’s there to make you feel better:”)
shua loves hearing you mutter some random words, for example when you’re counting or something
will also ask for music recommendations and he will learn some of the songs so he can sing them while playing the guitar
also he’s INVESTED
like,, shua will watch you scribble down in your mother tongue mesmerised
it’s not that fun, however, when you’re in a rush and you left him a note with a grocery list scribbled down
… and a couple of things in your native language…. messily written that even the translator doesn’t understand it…
“uhhh… y/n, darling?” joshua’s voice rung in your ears as you picked up the incoming face time call. you smiled upon seeing his cute but puzzled face.
“yes, baby? also good morning to you too” you hummed, fixing your earphones. his face lit up upon seeing you
“oh woah, you look good today. but i’m in a bit of a pickle…” he hesitated, the camera turning around. you noticed the note you left behind and your eyes widened upon realising that you wrote some of the items in (language name).
“oh” you giggled.
“oh indeed” he shook his head with a loving smile “and even the translator doesn’t–“
“it’s butter, flour and cucumbers” you explained and joshua let out a dramatic, relieved sigh
he notes down the words after such incidents so he doesn’t have to call you eveytime
and it’s safe to say that he’s build a quite big vocabulary so far
and he’s always so proud like
“hey y/n i bought the (cucumbers in your language) you wanted!” with the widest grin ever
┆彡 JUNHUI [ 文俊辉 ]
my mans woke up one day and decided to learn your language
bought books, textbooks, audiobooks, duolingo plus (or premium, however it’s called) and casually managed to learn A LOT
he just loves the way it sounds and aspires to talk so fluently like you
ofc he knows he still has a lot to learn but don’t underestimate him
and the main reason when he’s gonna use it it’s just… bothering you ^_^
“–and then he gave me flowers! yeah! he’s the sweetest!” you were gossiping with your bestie over the phone, peeking at jun calmly reading a book “ugh, i know! i know, i know, i know, shut up!”
jun just smirked, getting ready to say something.
“trust me, i’d drop on my knee right here right now if i weren’t such a chicken” you giggled and blush creeped on your cheeks when you met your boyfriend’s curious gaze
“i’d prefer to do it, to be honest, but you’re such a cutie” jun said calmly in (language name) and casually returned to his book. your mouth fell ajar as your bestie started squealing over the fact that he spoke (language name)… apparently.
jun just winked and you cleared your throat, hanging up quickly.
“what was that?!” you laughed and he just shook his head with a mischievous smile.
he’s such a gremlin >:(
so yeah, expect him to start spilling tea in your native language as an excuse to 1) spend more time w you 2) practice his skills
but as i said he’s??? like?? almost fluent??? his accent is so so adorable too <|\3
he’s so smug abt it as well
like if you ask him, he’ll pretend like he doesn’t know a thing in (language name)
but if he’s abt to bully you (affectionately) he’ll come up with the most creative nicknames known to a humankind
also, if you have siblings… he WILL gossip w them in your mother tongue too 😐
┆彡 SOONYOUNG [ 순영 ]
oh boy.
he’s so so curious to hear you say even one (1) thing in your language
but totally misses it when you actually say some words throughout the day
obviously knows one word: tiger (wow shocking?!!!)
and uses it sm 😭 he has your contact name written as my tiger but my is in korean and tiger in your native language 🥹
he calls you like that often, it’s like a new nickname for you
he may be not so invested into actually learning it but your culture tho!!! esp dancing n music… sigh <\\3
you stepped into your apartment, the weight of this tiring day on your shoulders. as you lazily took off your shoes and put the bag with groceries into the ground you realised something.
the song playing in the background was strangely similar. suddenly it clicked. it was a popular song by an artist from your country! just when you realised, the sound of shoes squeaking against the wooden floor stopped.
“are you dancing to… (song title)?” you breathed out as your boyfriend popped out from behind the corner.
“yeah! i love the vibe of the song!” he grinned and gave you a welcome kiss. after pulling away you could see the gears were turning in his head “could you translate the lyrics?”
as you made your way to the practice room, you hummed the song underneath your breath. and in this moment soonyoung’s heart skipped a beat.
since that moment it’s like a routine that you sing/hum him to sleep some songs in your native language
or just whisper some stories
he’s out like a baby fr
ALSO
a big enjoyer of the soap operas
he’ll binge them with you or alone and be actually invested in the drama
that’s how he also learned curse words ☺️☺️
┆彡 WONWOO [ 원우 ]
oh my precious nonu :((
he adores it sm when you speak your native language
when you’re shy abt it he just has to use all of his willpower to prevent himself from squealing like a teenage girl
will ask you to teach him and it’s just so so soft *screams*
you’ll be laying in bed, in his arms as you read through the textbook and explain the grammar of the sentence given
and he’ll repeat it in tiny 🥹
it’s so so wholesome
but.
you let out a sigh, the grasp on your mouse tightening. wonwoo noticed and let out a chuckle.
“what’s up?” he asked, peeking at your screen.
“the fucking skeleton won’t leave me alone” you grunted in your mother tongue, earning a gasp from him. suddenly the arrow that the minecraft skeleton shot hit you and you fell down from the tree at top of which were you hiding “fuck!”
“baby!” he laughed hysterically, his head thrown back. your eyes widened, realising the curse words
“sorry! why is this stupid block game making me emotional?! ignore me” you scoffed and he just shook his head, smiling proudly at the new knowledge he obtained.
he finds it so endearing when you swear in your native language 😭😭😭
and it’s such a bad habit, especially when you play games together, that he started doing it too???
wonwoo laughs that you’re a bad influence but secretly he loves the way the curses roll of tongue 😭😭
┆彡 JIHOON [ 지훈 ]
you could sneeze and you’re literally inspiring him to write 82837492 songs
so when he heard you talk in (language name) he was just like in another dimension
he’s smiling like an idiot fr his friends thought something was wrong but it was just you <3
uh however he kind of… never saw your handwriting in (language name)
and once you were studying for an important exam and mans had a heart attack
“hey y/nnie have you seen my…?” his voice died out in his throat upon seeing you and your notes. they were all scribbled in a tiny handwriting in some… letters he didn’t fully recognise. you had like five A4 pages of such notes.
jihoon blinked repeatedly, trying to think if he wasn’t in the sun for too long today – his eyes must be playing a trick on him.
“look! im so happy with the outcome, it looks so cute!” you grinned and turned around to see him almost hyperventilating “hoonie?”
“what–“ he frowned, pointing with his finger at one of the pages. what is going on?
“it’s in (language name), dumbass” you scoffed, everything suddenly making sense to him “it helps me understand stuff better”
“oh” he grunted, shifting his gaze to the page with little drawings “what does it say?”
“oh it’s the–“ you started explaining, throwing in some words in your mother tongue subconsciously. he just smiled and listened attentively.
lmao
regarding that, he enjoys just listening to you as you study and whisper some of the words/sentences in your mother tongue!
it really calms him down and usually puts to sleep to <\\\3
oh oh! and when you caress his hair while doing so… ah, he’s so whipped
he has tons of songs that are unreleased… and yes, you guessed correctly, with your consent he used some of your voice memos n all in the background
the songs are so cute :( he’s really proud of them too!! and it’s so sweet that it’s just… for the both of you <3
please leave in his studio some “i love you!” or “have a good day” sticky notes, preferably in (language name) or with translations?! he’ll melt :[
also another one that reaaaally likes the curse words >:T
┆彡 SEOKMIN [ 석민 ]
from the moment he met you he was always curious about your culture n native language but never pushed you to speak it n all
and gradually while dating him you started using it more and he started paying more attention
like he didn’t notice before that the funny sound you do while dropping something is actually cursing! 😀
what’s surprising, he understands a lot – maybe it’s the context or just some magical powers
but sometimes you can communicate like you say something in (language name) and he answers in korean bc he understood
and he’s so so in love with your accent and the way your face lights up when you speak it your mother of tongue
but for the love of god please – somehow – stop speaking it in your sleep, he’s gonna have a heart attack one day 🥰🥰
dokyeom stirred in his sleep, slowly waking up. he wasn’t sure why but suddenly he heard something.
it was definitely something. he sat straightly, narrowing his brows confused. what is that sound? is that a burglar? or…?
he looked over at you. no, you were sleeping peacefully. seokmin looked around the dark room, his heart speeding up. was this a nightmare? or was he just going insane?
then again. no, it must be someone saying something. something that he can’t understand.
then it clicked and he looked at you. your mouth was moving slightly, incoherent (language name) words being spoken.
he scoffed and went back to sleep, pulling you closer.
it took him so much time to get used to that but anyways 🏃‍♀️💨
and he’ll definitely make fun of you for that too (as if he didn’t have a whole ass jumpscare)
he absolutely adores ballads in (language name), it’s like his new obsession
and he tries to sing them, with the cutest accent ever :(
will occasionally twist some words but it’s okay, he’s enjoying himself 🫶
┆彡 MINGYU [ 민규 ]
this dork
he always acknowledged your native language n all but unlike dk he asks u to speak it 24/7
like, you don’t get it: he’s obsessed.
you could insult him in his face in (language name) and he’ll look at you with hearts in his eyes
he wants to learn it, he really does, but it’s just so frustrating when he fails :(
mingyu was sitting at the dinner table, his food long forgotten while he was biting at the end of the pencil. glasses sitting at the bridge of his nose, brows furrowed.
“gyu? you’re still here?” your voice snapped him back to reality, eyes widening. you rubbed your eyes.
“yeah i just don’t get it…” he whined, shoulders slumping “i understand the words but they don’t make a logical sentence in my head”
“baby…” you chuckled softly and stood behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso and resting your chin on his shoulder.
he grabbed his food, cold now, and slowly chewed on it as you explained everything.
“because look. this word, what does it mean?” you asked, noticing that he’s eating so you just scoffed and continued “girl, right? but this ending here added means girl’s. and this? old. but those letters here? they make it an adjective, so…?”
“older?” he asked, puppy eyes glaring at you with adoration. you nodded with encouragement and he tried again “so… the girl’s older brother had a dog?”
“yeah! good job baby! now let’s go to sleep, hm? i’m tired” you giggled and pecked his cheek. he nodded proudly.
kisses really motivate him btw >:)
he watches those yt videos of people teaching and giving tips but he loves when you give him private tutoring lessons 🫶
will often cook you some regional dishes in return
generally, he enjoys exploring your national cuisine ^_^
also would love to go to (country name) w you and take some pics…
… or propose there
so just go there w him already! 🙄
┆彡 MINGHAO [ 徐明浩 ]
shut up i want him
you’re each other’s private tour guides 😭
museum dates are such a must, and you’re just talking abt something that impacted a certain artwork (like cultural event in history or something) and he just listens genuinely interested!! and vice versa
loves when you read out loud poetry in your native language :(
started taking lessons?? like one day you woke up and he was just on a zoom call saying something like “my name is minghao” with the cutest smile ever
and you’re like?????
he’s such a fast learner 🥹 hao believes it’s because he truly wants to learn in order to communicate with you 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹
but that didn’t prepare you for what was about to come next…
don’t let him near your parents. he WILL gossip with them abt you.
“does she swear a lot?” your mom’s voice reached your ears as you walked into the your apartment, grocery bags in your hands. your parents were visiting you and minghao but…
“like a sailor! no, i’m joking. of course she doesn’t. she does snore a lot, though” your boyfriend giggled and you let out a dramatic gasp.
“hao!” you whined and they both looked at you, not really caring that you’re here now.
“i guess she has that after her father” your mom chuckled and minghao noticed her tea is almost finished, so he poured some more in “oh, you’re such a gentleman”
“it would be a crime if i wasn’t in a presence of such an beautiful lady” he hummed and sent you a playful look. you just rolled your eyes and started unpacking the groceries.
“gentleman my ass” you grunted quietly.
“y/n!” your mom frowned and suddenly you heard someone standing up. in no time minghao hugged you from behind, nuzzling his face into your neck
“i just told your mom you don’t swear, honey” he murmured in korean
“well, ass is not a swear word” you pouted. minghao chuckled and helped you unpack the bag.
“you’re right, it’s a part of human body but i am surely more than that” your boyfriend teased and you just nudged his arm, rolling your eyes once again.
i feel like it might take a while but he’ll actually manage to be fluent?
so when you sadly forget a bit of (language name) due to mostly using korean and make a mistake, it’s almost like that mingyu-joshua moment
and hao is the one correcting you 😭
and your just like?? excuse me?? it was just a mispronunciation🙄☝️
but he doesn’t let it go and teases you >:(
┆彡 SEUNGKWAN [ 승관 ]
he straight up asked you one day to teach him some (language name) bc he thought it sounded cute <|3
and you’re like 🥹 yeah 🥹
but uh, he’s not a very patient student and gives up quickly 😭😭
but it’s okay!! he tried n also has a busy schedule so it’s understandable
nevertheless, he still adores when you speak your mother tongue
esp when you call him nicknames sigh
however our lovely boo kind of forgot how the written letters vary from spoken words
“what are you doing?” seugkwan hummed intrigued upon seeing you scribble something on paper. you looked up and met his soft gaze.
“oh, this? this is a crossword! korean ones are still too difficult for me so my friend sent me a couple of those in (language name)” you explained and tapped the paper with the tip of your pencil. he frowned, looking at the letters in brackets
“what the fuck” kwan grunted confused. not only he didn’t recognise some of the letters but it was also the fact that they were going vertically. you scoffed and let out a sudden gasp, filling in a new word. seungkwan watched you amused, how swiftly you wrote down the letters on paper “what is it?”
“it’s umm, a historical reference. a surname of one guy, you know” you hummed. seungkwan sat down next to you and watched you fill the crossword, occasionally translating the questions and words you put in while you explained what they meant and why were they the answer.
in no time this turned into a couple activity: sometimes like this, sometimes he did a korean one and you watched, sometimes you solved them at the same time - him in korean, you in your mother tongue
he learned a lot of words thanks to this
and he has the cutest accent ever like i swear 🥹
seungkwan loves watching soap operas too like he lives for the drama
often repeats (shouts) what the characters are shouting too LMAO
so you’re chilling and suddenly you hear “get out of my house! now!” with his accent
also watches movies n animations in (language name) to learn some new words
he knows all the disney songs in (language) and majority of them he knows by a heart <\3
so you just sometimes blast let it go or under the sea in (language name) and sing along >_<
┆彡 VERNON [ 버논 ]
this menace
he’s so chill about it
secretly loves when you accidentally sneak some words in your language it’s just so adorable
or when you forget a word and try to describe it… n then you give up and say it in (language name) just to see him smile <\\\\3
he decided that he’ll learn some random words??? like for example he just likes how umbrella sounds in (language name) so he just?? learned how to spell and say it
and uses it in random moments too like he’s so goofy <\3
you were casually chatting with his members, a raging discussion about whether mint chocolate ice cream is such a controversial topic in your country as well.
“i wouldn’t say so? people don’t… really care? a lot of people i know like it, actually! a bigger dispute would rather be some casual stuff like, do you sleep in socks or not… or which goes first: cereal or milk” you explained, looking at vernon. you could almost hear gears turning in his head, knowing what’s about to come
“toothpick” he said in (language name) suddenly, causing everyone to look at him confused. you started laughing at how serious he was when he said it; he started laughing too, it was simply contagious.
his friends looked at you completely flabbergasted, not sure what happened.
“i think they officially lost it” minghao mumbled, a smile creeping on his lips as you and vernon laughed like maniacs.
he always finds the most unfunny memes funny, like it could be even a meme from 2015 and he’d laugh
sends them to you too
and surprisingly?? he’s on track with the newest memes in your country like??
will know the most basic phrases too but sometimes mixes them
do you hand him a piece of orange bc he asked you to and then he goes “goodbye”
and you’re like?? 😭
but he tried okay?!
┆彡 CHAN [ 찬 ]
chan is super hyped about hearing you talk in (language name), it just amazes him how easily you switch between languages
but he never asked u to speak to him bc he didn’t want to feel you pressured or something
but whenever at home you just forget a word he loves when you say it in (language name) even if he doesn’t understand shit
or when you’re just so excited and into a convo and you don’t notice that you sneaked a few foreign words :”)
he always repeats them after you quietly ^_^
one day though, he’s just feeling soft and tired and his brain shut off
“y/n… can you say something in (language name)?” chan whispered suddenly, forcing his eyes to open and peek at you. you hummed, pushing some stray strands of hair that fell onto his forehead. laying on your sides but facing each other, chan noticed how your cheeks flushed pink.
“well… you’re not going to understand me anyways but… i love you. so, so much. i’m so grateful to have you in my life, you make me feel at ease. i can’t imagine my life without you…” you hummed and he noticed how your voice broke when you started the next sentence “and it hurts me to see when you put too much pressure on yourself, baby. you think you’re not good enough but to me, your members and your fans… and literally everyone else, you are. you so are, channie…”
he panicked once you teared up, fully awake. chan pulled you closer, calming you down
“i’m sorry” he mumbled, heart breaking at the sound of your sobs. you just scoffed, shaking your head
“don’t apologise, i just love you so much” you mumbled into his shirt and he swore he was about to melt.
i feel like deep down he knew what you meant <\3
anyways,,
if he hears about one (1) event even slightly connected with (country name) he’ll drag you there so you can feel at home for a moment (as if he’s not your home) and also translate some stuff for him
absolutely loves when you call him nicknames in your mother tongue, like
you could call him the goofiest and cheesiest nickname and he’s squealing like a teenage girl
but then he calls you the same or finds some new nicknames on the internet
sometimes to make you laugh or confuse he’ll put a sentence or a question to google translate and it’ll just… translate it so bad
“what do you mean ‘where’s the broccoli dog??’” you frown and he just laughs his ass off bc 1) it mistranslated OR 2) he purposely put some silly stuff to make you puzzled
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staryukis · 3 months
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hell above. . . ⇢ satoru gojo
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˗ˏˋsummary: try as you might to convince yourself otherwise, but things haven’t been the same for any of you since the star plasma vessel’s death (and satoru’s subsequent rebirth)
˗ˏˋwc: 2.7k
˗ˏˋcontains: post-hidden inventory, mini dissection of satoru's enlightenment, implied reader x geto dynamic but nothing too major happens; this just sets up the vibe of the 'premature death' arc in the collection, also f!reader in mind but it can be read as gn!reader
˗ˏˋa/n: this is part of the collection bulletproof love, but can be read as a standalone!
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summer is officially your least favorite time of the year.
that in itself is a wildly unpopular opinion, and right now you can’t understand why. it’s hot, and the rays of sunlight beating down on your skin coupled with the sweat patches on your clothes are making it hard to focus on your outdoor training. combat isn’t supposed to be comfortable, and in the heat of the moment you would never be concerned about something as trivial and virtually unavoidable as sweating, but for some reason today it’s really bothering you. maybe you just woke up in a bad mood, it wouldn’t be anything new to you after the last few weeks you’ve had.
with a huff, you drop your fists to your side, eyeing the battered training dummy for a moment before turning on your heel to grab your water bottle from the ground behind you and taking a large swig. you grabbed the towel from around your neck, wiping off the beads of sweat on your forehead. it was so hot that you could visibly see the heat radiating off the concrete of the training grounds, waves distorting in the air the further out you looked. it was dizzying just to look at.
you normally trained with the others, but today you were on your own. shoko had been spending more and more time at the medical wing of the school, satoru’s been nonstop taking on solo missions, and suguru was pretty much out of commission for the time being. things haven’t been the same following the events of the star plasma vessel’s death, for neither of you — and you hadn’t heard from either of them in the two weeks since it happened. it’s not like you’d done much to reach out, though.
truthfully, it was hard to look them in the eyes again after having seen them so close to death. especially satoru… the image of his lifeless body was forever burned into your subconcious, the memory of the dull grey look in his otherwise bright blue eyes haunted you. to then witness him coming back from that mere moments later was equal parts relieving and unsettling.
satoru felt like a zombie to you right now. you couldn’t bring yourself to talk to him without this uncomfortable pang in your chest making itself known to you.
suguru seemed a little worse off, though. he’d been holed up in his dorm nearly every day, only coming out for the occasional in-class lessons before retreating back to solitude. satoru had made himself busier by contrast, and shoko practically lived in the infirmary, so you were the only one who’d noticed the changes in your friend.
it was heartbreaking to witness.
you’d been slowly growing to resent the school because of it, because of their complete disregard and lack of empathy towards their students after such a daunting mission that went horribly wrong. and to have the nerve to keep assigning missions without allowing so much as a break? it was simply appalling.
“suguru?” you were cut from your thoughts when your eye caught the sight of your friend sitting on the bleachers across the training zone. he was already looking in your direction, and he gave you a small smile and a wave, tilting his head a little bit to the side as he did. you smiled warmly then, jogging over to him and slowing to a stop as you approached him. “hey there, big guy.” you breathed out, your smile faltering a little bit when you saw the bags under his eyes.
“hey,” he murmured softly, leaning back in his seat when you approached him. “if i’d known you were training today i’d have joined you.”
“yeah, well,” you let out a small laugh, rubbing the back of your neck as you took a seat beside him. “i wasn’t sure if you’d be up for it, i didn’t wanna bother you.” you mumbled, glancing at him with a slightly narrowed look. he only hummed in response, holding your gaze for a moment before shifting his eyes up to the bright sky and squinting a little bit as he did.
you mirrored him, leaning back against the row of bleachers and glancing up at the partially cloudy sky. a soft sigh escaped your lips and you closed your eyes for a moment, the sun all too bright to look at for any length of time, even if it’s only through your peripheral.
“it’s a nice day out.”
“it’s hot is what it is.”
suguru chuckled softly, his eyes squinting a little bit with the brief smile that graced his features. “true, but it’s still nice.”
you hummed, glancing over at him again. “you seem chipper today,” you teased him lightly after noticing the significant shift in his mood, hoping some humor would do him good. “i’ve missed that from you.”
he smiled again, the smile a little wider as he glanced at you with a raised eyebrow. “yeah? i must have woken up on the right side of the bed then.”
“that sole reason makes it a nice day, indeed.” you chimed softly, smiling when he grinned a little sheepishly at your words.
silence befell you both for another extended moment, and then he stretched his legs out, his head lolling to the side as he looked at you once again. he observed the damp hand towel on your shoulders, his eyes trailing over the beads of sweat on your neck before he met your curious gaze again. “sounds like a cold shower is calling your name.”
“oh, shut up.” you scoffed playfully, swatting his knee with the towel which made him laugh with you. “sometimes i wish we had an indoor training area for this exact reason. training outside in this heat especially is so annoying. i feel so gross afterwards.” you wrinkled your nose in disgust, wiping your neck with the towel again. “this school could do with some changes.”
he tutted in response, glancing ahead with a raised eyebrow. “tell me about it.” he muttered, his tone half playful and half serious.
when he fell silent after that, you spared him another glance, your gaze softening significantly. “hey, suguru…” you murmured, nudging his side gently as you scooted closer to him. “how have- um, y’know… have you, uh, you been holding up okay?” you stammered a little bit, unsure how to approach the sensitive topic.
he seemed to tense a little bit with your question which almost made you regret asking at all, but when his eyes met yours he visibly relaxed and a sad smile appeared on his face. “i’ve been holding up.” is what he replied with, making you roll your eyes in a lighthearted manner.
“c’mon, y’know you can talk to me.” you tried again, not wanting to push too much but still wanting him to know that you were there for him. he just waved you off, shaking his head with a small but reassuring smile.
“it’s nothing, i promise. guess i’m still just a little winded from that last mission, but i’ll be fine. maybe by the next one we get assigned i’ll have forgotten all about it.” he said with a small chuckle, and you narrowed your eyes for another moment before nodding slowly.
“if you say so… but if you ever change your mind and need to get things off your chest, i’ll be there to lend you an ear, got it?”
he laughed softly then, his shoulders relaxing a little further. “i’ll keep that in mind.”
“and don’t you forget it.” you pointed an accusatory finger at him with a teasing grin, making him scoff and wave you off again with a smile that mirrored your own.
the two of you went quiet for a while then, only occasionally making small comments here and there before resuming the silence. it was a comfortable silence, one that you were both content to be in. you didn’t always need to fill in the stillness in conversations with words, and you appreciated that suguru was similar to you in that regard. you both always got along fairly well because of that.
just as you had started to reflect on the quiet, satoru’s voice cut through the air in a way that felt incredibly ironic to you. if you were ever silent around him, satoru was always the one to fill in that silence. satoru, contrary to you and suguru, appeared to hate the tranquility.
“you two look like you’re having the time of your lives.” satoru snickered sarcastically, hopping over the bleachers and standing in front of you both. when you looked up at him, he was just tall enough from the angle you were looking from that he blocked the searing sunlight. the rays that shone around him looked like a halo, making him appear to be glowing. you’d have thought it made him look nice, but it was an almost god-like aura that just made you frown when it reminded you of the circumstances surrounding his enlightenment.
it was as if everywhere he went lately the world seemed to bend around him, accommodating for the sheer size of his presence.
satoru eyed you for a moment, a soft gaze flashing over his eyes before he saw you frown, and he immediately drifted his gaze over to suguru and cleared his throat.
“i thought you had a mission today, satoru.” suguru chimed in, ignoring satoru's teasing remark. satoru snorted and waved a dismissive hand before stuffing them both in his pockets as he peered out across the training zone.
“i was in and out of there within 15 minutes,” satoru shrugged, pushing his sunglasses back up the bridge of his nose when he faced you both again. “these curses lately are stupidly easy to exorcise.”
“i’m sure they are.” you mumbled, leaning back against the bleachers once more and closing your eyes. “stay where you are, you’re blocking the sun.” you added, making him snort before he purposefully sidestepped so the sun would no longer be directly behind him from your perspective. feeling the bright light on your closed eyelids again made you groan and cover your face with your hand, and satoru’s mischievous laughter could be heard right in front of you.
“get your sweaty ass up and go shower, stinky.” satoru teased, gently nudging your foot with his own. “i could smell you all the way from shinjuku.”
you tutted in annoyance, and satoru snickered again before sparing a glance over at suguru, who had been silently watching the two of you bicker with a small grin on his face.
“you’re insufferable, satoru.” suguru mumbled, but there was no heat behind his voice as he spoke. satoru just laughed again, a cheeky grin breaking out over his face that shone brighter than the sunlight reflecting off the black sunglasses he wore. with a slow shake of his head, suguru glanced down at the watch on his wrist, and then he stood up and stretched his arms over his head with a small squeak.
“i’m gonna get going, yaga sensei mentioned wanting to talk to me soon.” suguru murmured, nudging your foot to get you to lift your head and pay attention to him. “i’ll see you two around. satoru, try not to be too annoying.” he added with a snort, making satoru grunt while feigning offense and lightly punch suguru’s shoulder. suguru just laughed at his reaction, giving you a small nod before he turned and walked away, leaving you and satoru on your own.
once suguru had left satoru’s eyes met your own again, and he awkwardly shifted his weight from one foot to the other for a moment before he took a seat beside you, right where suguru had been sitting moments prior. he seemed to want to say something, but he wasn’t sure how to start up the conversation again when you had leaned back against the bleachers and closed your eyes again, unintentionally making him feel like you were shutting him out.
he chewed on the inside of his cheek for a moment as he thought about what to say, and his leg subconsciously started to bounce as he looked out across the training area, mouth still opening and closing like a fish out of water. when he glanced at you again he let out a soft and barely audible exhale, his shoulders tensing a little bit.
“are you bouncing your leg?” you mumbled suddenly, opening one of your eyes as you looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “i can feel the bleachers shaking.”
satoru blinked, not having realized he was shaking it that hard, and he immediately stopped before sighing. “are you mad at me?” he blurted out before the words could register in his head, his brows furrowed in a way that truly made him look his age. like the young, pouty teenager he was.
“huh?” you lifted your head then, your eyes opening as you glanced at him. you thought he was joking for a moment, but then you saw the way he fiddled with his hands on his lap, either nervously picking at his nails or clutching the fabric of his pants. “what makes you think that?”
satoru’s shoulders slouch a little bit, his head ducking for a moment before he looks up at you from behind his frames. “you weren’t happy to see me when i got here.”
“i feel like that’s the case for most people whenever you walk into a room.”
you had meant it as a joke, but he just frowns in response, shaking his head vehemently. “no, i just— i mean,” he huffs in frustration, rubbing the back of his neck and looking ahead of him for a moment. “i haven’t… seen you much, in the last two weeks.” he starts, chewing on his lower lip for a moment before glancing at you again. “i just— i don’t want you to think…”
he trailed off, but you knew what he was trying to say anyway. i don’t want you to think i’ve changed. except, he has changed. you both know it.
“i don’t.” you lied.
he stared at you for another moment, debating what to make of your response before sighing defeatedly.
“okay.”
he’s pouting, and he’s making it incredibly obvious that he’s not in much of a good mood anymore. you narrowed your eyes at him for a moment, seeing how he sulked beside you, racking his mind for something to say to change the subject so he doesn’t have to feel weird around you any longer.
“you act like such a child, sometimes.”
he perked up at this, peeking at you from over his glasses before the corners of his lips curled upwards into a cheeky grin.
“i’m merely a 16 year old baby.” there he is.
you laughed at that, shaking your head at his antics. “of course you are.”
and just like that the atmosphere switched back to normal, and satoru was talking your ear off like always. you could practically see his imaginary tail wagging, his sulkiness from mere moments ago completely forgotten. you figured it was fine, it’s not like you two always had these serious conversations between you both, so it felt more natural to just ease back into a lighter subject than to dwell on the cloud floating above your heads.
and besides, what other choice did you have? it’s not like satoru would understand, anyway.
telling someone who can tap into the very essence of the universe that the same light of the stars outlining the shape of him are being outshone by his presence would serve to do nothing. you can’t tell a god to get on his knees for the people who live below him, you can only watch as he ascends further into a prophetic greatness while you sink further below the barrier that’s slowly but surely defining you both as two separate entities; rather than products of the same environment that brought him towards enlightenment (while everyone else discovered a new darkness behind it).
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slayfics · 17 days
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Explosive Tendencies a slow burn fan fiction about the readers developing relationship with Katsuki Bakugo.
Chapter twenty-one: Your class decides what to do for the School Festival.
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In class, you overheard that your classmates had decided to put on a concert for the school festival. After classes, everyone huddled around in the common room trying to decide what the show would look like. You weren't surprised to see Katsuki wasn't there yet again.
Mina eyed you as you walked past your classmates debating on what kind of show to have. You slipped by them and made your way to the elevator for the boy's side of the dorms.
Once you finally made it to the fourth floor and Katsuki's door, you were greeted with his typical furious "What!?" when you knocked.
"Oh, hey," he said when he opened the door and realized it was you.
"Hiding up here again?" You asked, as you made your way into his room sitting in your usual spot on his rolling chair.
"I was about to head down," he said, as he sat down on the edge of the bed.
"What really!? You were actually going to help with ideas for the show?" You asked surprised.
"Tch- I don't know... the whole thing is pointless anyway," he said irritated, although you noticed he had been much more in thought about it than before.
"Pointless hu?" You asked.
"Yeah... I overheard some dumbasses from general studies talking about our class. Saying it's our fault everyone had to move into the dorm. As if we fucking asked for some villains to come and ruin everything. Just- I don't know..." He trailed off.
You could tell it was bothering Katsuki more than he was saying. You knew he must feel partially responsible given he was the one that got kidnapped at summer camp. You decided changing the subject to get his mind off it was best.
"Whatever, forget those extras," You joked. "I never asked how your classes went this past weekend for your provisional licenses," you said.
You were hoping a change of subject would help, but this also seemed to activate Katsuki.
"Fucking dumb," he said dryly.
"Tell me about it," You encouraged.
Katsuki grunted and looked away as he decided if he wanted to talk about it or not. "The test was fucking stupid and those damn airheads from Shiketsu were there," He spoke.
"Airheads?" You asked clarifying.
"Yeah, that fucking wind guy and some blond bitch that was all over Icy Hot," Katsuki said as he averted his gaze to the ground.
Katsuki wasn't saying it but the fact that Inasa and Camie ignored him while they fawned over Shoto upset him.
You noticed the dejected look on his face and laughed, "Well sounds like that blond girl has some horrible taste then."
"Hu?" He exclaimed and looked back up at you.
"I just mean if I was her, it's not Todoroki I'd be looking at," You explained.
"No?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "Who would you be looking at then?"
"Uh-," You felt your face get hot. You hadn't expected Katsuki to call you out to clarify.
"Come on, say it," He pushed.
Just then Katsuki's door flew open, "Are you seriously not going to come down again and help Kacchan?" Denki asked entering the room unannounced. "Oh! Uh hey! Didn't expect to find you here too," Denki said looking at you. "Sorry, am I interrupting something?"
"Didn't anyone teach you to knock dunce face!" Katsuki yelled.
"Sorry!" Denki said throwing his hands up. "But come on- you two should be helping us!" He complained.
"Fine," Katsuki grunted standing up. "Let's go see what these idiots are planning." He said waving at you to follow.
Once you three made your way down to join the rest of your classmates a discussion about who knew how to play instruments ensued.
That was when Denki shouted excitedly at Katsuki, "Hey! Didn't you say your parents made you take drum lessons?!"
"HU?! No way I'm playing and making a fucking idiot of myself on stage!" Katsuki barked.
"Oh, we get it- it's too hard for you, hu?" Hanta said snickering. He was clearly trying to anger Katsuki into playing them.
"WHAT!? THEY AREN'T EVEN THAT HARD!" Katsuki yelled as he stomped over to play.
"Well, that was easy," Hanta whispered to Denki, and they both broke laughing.
Katsuki proceeded to play a short drum solo that left everyone shocked. Jiro quickly proclaimed that Katsuki should be the drummer for the school festival.
"NO!" Katsuki said and began to walk back to his dorm.
A symphony of your classmates broke out trying to persuade him.
"Don't you idiots get it!" He yelled. "All the other classes blame us for why things are so strict now. They are only going to come and watch us to hope we make fools of ourselves," Katsuki explained.
"What?! We're just trying to help everyone have a good time!" Trou yelled back.
"You didn't help decide what we were going to do so you can't complain," Shoto said.
Katsuki let out an annoyed grunt, "Whatever, but doesn't it piss you off? It's not like we wanted villains to show up and attack us, but now we're being blamed for it? I don't give a damn how those other weak classes feel about us let's just destroy them by having the best event at the stupid festival." Katsuki replied.
Most of the class erupted in excitement at Katsuki agreeing to play drums, but few exchanged glances having a different understanding about what he said.
Some of your classmates picked up on the subtly of what Katsuki was saying. He had been carrying around the guilt of being kidnapped and causing all the strict changes to the school.
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rayassecretlife · 9 months
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So this is love?
Pairing: Aged up!19 year old Neteyam sully x Fem!omaticaya!reader
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PLEASE READ PART 1, PART 2, AND PART 3 BEFORE READING THIS.
Summary: After the long loving night you shared with Neteyam, it was time to go back home to the clan and tell them the news, but you also had to deal with your father.
Warning(s): Mentions of ab*se, Self h*arm and death, mature language, mentions of pregnancy, mature content, choking
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“Neteyam?” You call as you walk further through the forest, listening to the trees blow in the dangerously silent wind. You had just woken up moments ago but it was still night, forest darker then it had been before you got there which was weird because the forest was anything but dark. “Neteyam!” You yell but receive no answer, calling to your Ikran but she was nowhere to be found.
A tall silhouette came into view making you sigh in relief, walking up to it slowly with one last call to his name. You smiled as he began to turn around, just a few feet away from his body.
“Nete-“ Your once love filled eyes turned into pure fear as the silhouette turned, gripping your neck in their hand as their face started to become clear to your eyes. “D-dad” You couldn’t breath, his hand was too tight against your neck and only got tighter, staring at you with the most hateful look you’d ever seen.
You choked out a cry as you clawed his hand, but he wouldn’t let you go—your breath getting caught in your throat quickly. “Y/N” a voice called faintly but it wasn’t your fathers, your mind not even processing it as you struggled to breath. “Y/N” the voice repeated, your vision starting to get foggy. “Y/N!”
With a blink of an eye you found yourself gasping for air in a whole new area, hand clasping at your chest with every shaky breath. “Y/N, look at me, Sweet girl” you jumped as you felt hands touch the small of your back, still gasping for air as you looked toward the figure. “It’s okay, I’m right here” you looked at your mate mortified, eyes widening at him without you even noticing. “Come here”
He pulled you into him and you soon began to cry, his hand grabbing yours to place against his heart. “Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that, Baby”
“I-I-“ he shushes you once more, hand stroking your hair gently as you continued to cry, holding onto him the hardest you ever could. “He almost killed me…”
“It was just a nightmare, Ma’Tìyawn. Nothing will happen to you while I’m here” His words are as true as Eywa herself, his comforting arms only tightening around you. Another day, another nightmare—this was nothing new to either of you. It hurt him horribly to see you so scared, feeling all the emotions you felt in your dream because your queues were still connected. “Don’t cry, beautiful girl. I’ve got you”
You wanted to apologize but you knew what he’d say so you bit your tongue, resting your head against his chest. You sigh as you felt his tail hook your leg, his hands roaming your hair as he kissed the top of your head.
“It felt so real… his hands—god, his hands, Nete” Neteyam didn’t want to hear of it any longer, shushing you once again in hopes you’d leave it alone. He was more worried about what was to come, how you two would soon walk home to the clan mated.
“As long as I’m still breathing, nothing will ever hurt you again, you hear me?” He lifts your face into his hands, eyes sincere with plead and you nod, wiping away your tears. “Let me deal with him when we get back, yeah?”
You remembered… the fact no one knew this had happened—that you had to explain it to them soon, just as you were to walk into high camp. You were nervous but you knew this is what everyone wanted, they wanted you to be Tsahìk. It was so much pressure. You didn’t know how to be Tsahìk, or even act like one—lessons with Neytiri and Mo’at we’re gonna be a long process.
“My love, your nervous” you look beside you and realize where you two had connected, head ducking down slightly once you realized he could feel everything you felt. His hand calmly rested in yours, thumb caressing over your skin. “Do you…have regrets?” He hesitantly asked and you quickly shook your head.
“No, of course not. I’m afraid I won’t be the Tsahìk they want me to be. I’ll fail…” He watches you closely as you reach down to your queues, thumb brushing over the root of them with a sigh. It was a terrifying feeling, falling in love and actually pursuing it. You had no idea how to give him what he needed, how to be the leader he needed you to be.
“I don’t want to worry about that now” His voice interrupts your thoughts and you look up, watching his lips peak into a small smile. “It’s gonna be okay, I promise” Eywa, how beautiful he was. His eyes always seemed to sooth you, always so sincere when he spoke to you. He wanted you to feel comfortable, safe whenever you touched. He would never let anyone lay a finger on you again.
“Can we stay here a little longer? Just… alone?” He smiles and nods his head, laying back onto the grass with his arm open to you which you happily accept. He can feel your nerves relax as soon as you lay your head against his chest. You didn’t want to think about the future either, just wanted to stay with him for as long as you could. His fingers began to stroke through your long hair and you couldn’t help but stare up at him, admiring his features without saying anything.
You swore you could fall back asleep just in his arms. You felt so weightless, like nothing could even get close to you as long as he was with you. You felt safe. “Your so pretty, Nete” The words slip from your mouth but before you could react he lets out a small chuckle, shaking his head.
“It still feels surreal. I’m mated to the most beautiful girl on pandora” You push his face with a laugh, hiding your head in his chest so he wouldn’t see your burning cheeks. You were laughing but he truly was being serious. He waited so long for this moment, spending so many days debating on whether it would come true or not. This was his dream. “Kids gonna be so pretty, I’m gonna have to fight off any boy that tries to fuck with our daughter”
Your laugh slowly dies down and he looks at you slightly worried he had taken it too far, his ears falling back against his head. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-“
“How many do you want?” You ask, fingertips tracing circling over his chest. You could tell he was still on edge, but he knew you meant it. You always wanted kids—always talked about how well you’d treat them because of how you had been treated growing up. You wanted to give them a good life, good parents.
“A lot” He lets out a nervous laugh but your indistinct giggle is enough for him to lighten up, your eyes meeting his with a smile. “Like… four? Five?” Neteyam was always a family man. He wanted to treat his children the same way you did, and had the motive to treat them better then his father treated him and his brother. He needed a big family—it’s where he belonged.
“Boys and girls?” He nods his head instantly. “So if we have five, how many girls do you want?”
“I want three girls and two boys, but I want the oldest to be a boy” You smile, he wants girls. you couldn’t help but look at him in awe—admiring how his eyes lit up when he talked about it. “I don’t want a lot of boys… stresses you out” He notices your eyes on him mid sentence, a small smile appearing on his lips with a laugh. “What?”
You shook your head. “Nothing. Your just so cute, wanting a family with me and all” You snuggle into him, heart full at the sentence you had just said. You and Neteyam… parents? Oh Eywa, it sounded so good. “I used to stay up all night dreaming of this. Just the two of us, you know?” His heart is doing backflips, stomach filling with butterflies at your words.
“Eywa, I’m so in love with you” You smile against his neck, pressing a small kiss against his jaw. You could cry just over your relationship. You’d never felt so safe, so calm in another’s arms. Your mate would admit his love for you in a heartbeat, over and over if you needed him to. “As much as I love being here with you, they have been paging me all night” You notice his pager against his necklace, letting out a small sigh before nodding.
“I’m just nervous… it’ll be okay” you reassure him but before you could get up, he cupped your face, pressing a soft but passionate kiss to your lips. It felt like his way of telling you it would be alright, and that he wouldn’t let anything ruin this day for you both.
“Don’t be nervous, Syulang. The people love you. Plus, we need to move into our own cave now, huh?” A smirk appeared across his lips and you rolled your eyes, pushing him. “All alone, every night… man, we’ll have 5 kids in no time-“
“Neteyam!” You cover his mouth and he only laughs, watching your face turn into a mug. “Not funny”
“Really? Cause with what happened last night…” His hand reaches down between you, pressing onto your stomach with a smile. “We’ve already started”
The two of you made it back to the village about 15 minutes after, Neteyam’s hand locked into yours just waiting for someone to see. You hoped it was Neytiri, knowing how badly she had been rooting for you guys. She would be the easiest.
“Neteyam!” Oh no. The little voice calls to your mate, running up to the two of you with the biggest smile on her face. You knew she’d draw so much attention, and now you were royally fucked.
“Tuk, did you see him-“ Neytiri’s eyes fall on the sight before her, her pupils lighting up with excitement. She made her way to you, pulling you into a tight hug with her hand soothing your back, whispering little reassuring things into your ear. “Great mother… you are mated?”
You nod and she almost shrieks out of excitement, the clan now coming to see what had been happening. Neteyam grabbed your hand and pulled you further, walking to the people who had been coming to you. Only one person stood out.
Mo’at.
“My sweet grandchild, I am never wrong!” She pulls you into a hug and you laugh, wrapping your arms tight around her. “I was hoping that’s where you went, boy. You’ve been ignoring us all night!” He laughs, hugging an arm around her while she still hugged you.
“Does this mean we have a Tsahìk?” Tuk’s little voice asks and the family all looks at each other, Neteyam’s hand squeezing your own. The simple nod of your head makes the clan cheer, and you couldn’t help but smile. You were nervous, but these were your people.
“You can’t keep me in here forever, sully! I’ll find my fucking daughter!” Your head turned at your fathers loud voice, almost jumping from your mates grasp. He placed a hand against the back of your head, squeezing your hand.
“Hey, hey” He soothes, turning your head to face him. “I’m right here, your safe. Your safe now” Neytiri smiles at you two, giving mo’at a slight look. Neytiri taught Neteyam to protect you growing up, but now? Great mother, nothing was getting passed him. “I’m going to deal with it, okay? I’ll be back”
He kisses your head before you could say anything, voice hesitant as you watched your mate walk toward the caves where the yelling came from. You hated that you felt so empty without him next to you, now biting your lip to try and stop your nerves from getting the best of you.
“Come, child” Mo’at grabs your hand and you turn to face her with slightly widening eyes, watching her face soften. “It is okay, he will handle everything” Neytiri’s hand cups the small of your back, giving you a reassuring look. “I will show you to your new cave—that is, if your looking to-“
“Yes. We are” Neytiri smiles, noticing how you’d lightened up when she soothed you. “I will follow you” And you did just that. Mo’at did you a solid giving you one of the more deserted Caves that happened to be bigger then most. Only the best for her grandchildren, right?
You enter the cave and almost instantly fall in love. It was a beautiful cave under the trees, and it had an opening on the back wall which looked out onto the waterfall behind your new home. You imagined it all here, the moment you’d bring home your first child.
“Do you like it?” Mo’at doesn’t miss how your eyes begin to water, her hand rubbing your shoulder with a small smile. “Sweet child, don’t cry” it was bittersweet. You grew up in a broken home with a broken family, The Sully’s being the only thing you ever had—and now, you were soon to become the Tsahìk of your clan and live a normal life with the boy you loved. You couldn’t believe it was real.
“I love it, Mo’at. I—oh, Eywa” You sniffle, wiping the tears that fell from your eyes. “Thank you… thank you both so much” you couldn’t help but stare at the beautiful water, remembering you still had to take a bath due to last nights events. Neytiri must’ve known what you were thinking because she almost instantly reassured you.
“We will give you time to get used to your new home. Let us know if you need help grabbing things from your old one, okay?” She combs your hair and you nod, giving her a small smile.
Soon enough, the two mother figures left the cave to go on about their day, most likely planning something much bigger for you and Neteyam later on. The only thing that had been holding Neteyam back from becoming Olo’Eyktan, was the fact he didn’t have a mate. Now that he did, you knew things would move fairly quick.
You let the water take you as you walk into the small waterfall stream, the loud crashes of the water somewhat soothing you in the fact you had been alone. You could still feel Neteyam’s hands against you, and his voice in your ear. You must’ve been losing it. This mate bond was far too strong.
Neteyam on the other hand, but standing right behind you with his eyes flush just taking in your perfect body. He was mesmerized by your looks, your voice, your hair, hell—even the way you smelled. You were so beautiful.
“Need some help with that?” He asks as you try to wet your back, body quickly turning toward the loving accent you were so fond of. Your eyes were big with excitement and he loved every second of it—pulling you into his arms so you’d wrap your legs around his waist. “I was only gone for 30 minutes”
“30 minutes too long, Mr. Sully” you tease, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pulled you into a kiss. You felt your queues connect, eyes squeezing shut at the still fairly new feeling. “Did you see the cave? It’s so beautiful, Tey. We have a waterfall and-“
Neteyam watched in awe as you continued to ramble about your new life, only imagining what things are gonna be like from now on, what it would soon be like once you two started a family. He imagined you would be even more beautiful then before, pregnant and carrying his child? After years of feelings hidden away, you two were finally one—and he couldn’t wait to start a family with you.
“I love you, Syulang” He blurts out and you stop talking, looking at him while your cheeks burned with heat. He lifted his head toward you, still holding you up with his hands—pressing a passionate kiss to your lips.
Everytime your lips touched, you’d get lost in yourself. You’d forget where you even were whenever he was with you. You don’t know what came over you, but one hand set on the back of his neck, pulling him closer into the kiss while your other hand roamed his chest.
“My love, Not right now but later” Fuck. He knew you so well. You whine against his lips, tugging his hair gently back, earning a small moan from his lips. “You make it real hard to stay on task, Pretty girl”
Just as you were about to reply, the sudden snap of a twig caught your attention quickly, and your head snapped toward the direction it came from, pulling away from Neteyam’s grasp. Was someone watching you?
“Let her go!” Your mother yells, your now bleeding body fallen onto the dirty under you. Your father continued to beat you, objects cutting you and leaving bruises
“Daddy…” you tried to wipe your tears, you tried to stay strong like your mother had told you, but you couldn’t when your body had been this destroyed. Your were 9, it wasn’t your fault.
It wasn’t your fault
It wasn’t your fault
At this point, he was trying to take in the many cuts and bruises along your back, placing a soothing hand against your body. Your ears stood tall as you searched for what made that noise, up until he engulfed your body against his.
“Can we check it out—what if-“
“It’s not him, baby. He’s locked away. He can’t hurt you” You didn’t believe him. You didn’t believe that your father would leave you alone because you knew he’d find a way. He always finds a way. “My love, you can’t stay this way forever”
His hand softly caressed your stomach under the water and you couldn’t help but close your eyes, letting a small tear roll down your cheeks. That fact only made you cry, the fact he could hurt your child if he got out… it terrified you.
“I’m sorry” He shushes you, turning you towards him and pulling you back into his chest, your head laying in the crook of his neck. You felt like such a burden. You didn’t want neteyam to have to deal with this, you wanted him to be able to love you easily.
But Neteyam didn’t care that you were harder to love. He didn’t care that you woke him up every night because of your nightmares, he didn’t care when you zoned out because of your memories—he loved you. His broken hearted girl, he loved you so much.
You were all he needed, and he wanted every part of you.
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Just a little cute ending to the series that started me off. Excuse the inactivity 🩵
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floatyflowers · 1 year
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Dark! Greek gods x Reader (Apollo/Ares/Hermes)
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Apollo
Delusional
The Sun deity promised himself to never fall in love again, after what happened with his love interests.
However, he broke that promise when he laid eyes on you.
A beautiful mortal with a carefree spirit who loves to play the flute.
But, Apollo knew that deep down you must have felt sorrow to live with such undeserving mortals, especially your husband who eyes every woman passing by.
Your place is by his side in Olympus.
That's his delusional point of view, never yours.
Because as soon as you saw the depicted head of your husband and Apollo holding it as if it's a trophy, a loud scream of terror escapes your lips.
"Why the screams? have I not come to save you from your miserable marriage, my dear"
Hermes
Thievery
It's no lie that Hermes enjoys stealing whatever he wants, but that only implies on objects.
What is new, is him stealing a mortal from their family.
You are a gentle human girl who caught his eyes as every morning you would go to the river near his temple to collect water.
What made him annoyed, is the fact that you are kind and social with the villagers.
He is the only one worthy of such interaction.
So, he takes you away from your family and friends locking inside his temple on Olympus.
You became a prominent part of his life.
"Don't worry, I will keep you safe, you are my property now"
Ares
Fury
You mocked him, called him 'the horrible god' simply because he is the reason for your people's sufferings due to war.
Even though the war god is attracted to you.
Yet, Ares doesn't let that slide and decides to capture you and lock you up.
He disconnects you from the outside world for two years, the only things you are allowed is the necessities to keep you alive, those necessities appear out of nowhere every day in your chambers.
But you were forbidden from seeing other humans or deities.
Ares didn't even show himself to you.
He wanted to teach a lesson just to show you that you only need him in your life.
So, when you see him after two year of isolation, you fall at his feet with tears streaming down your face, and apologies escaping your lips.
"Now that you have tasted my fury, how about I show you what my love is like"
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a-little-lostecho · 6 months
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Currently thinking abt Jingliu’s story quest, spoiler’s ahead beware —
I’m thinking about how much of an impact Jingliu’s torture had on Blade and how fucking devastated Jingliu must’ve been to go through with it. I’m thinking about how Yingxing must’ve still been reeling from the new effects of the abundance and his possible regret and grief for ending up as the very thing he hated and swore to fight against—
I’m thinking about the way Jingliu must have chased him down after hearing or- or seeing and experiencing them attempt that resurrection and feeling utterly betrayed by two of her closest friends— two people who were supposed to be Baiheng’s closest friends— (How could they do that, how could they do that, how could they do that?!) —and swinging her sword, the Shard Sword (the one he made— the one he gave to her), at him mindlessly and hurt, with the intent to make Yingxing feel the same way.
I’m thinking about how Yingxing must’ve first felt when he died — the first taste of nothingness to cleanse him of the utter agony of devastation and grief, and then the horrible feeling of everything when he was resurrected again. I think about the way Yingxing, so open and honest, feeling so deeply, must’ve ley out a sob when his chest began to heave again. I think about the way Jingliu must’ve watched with tears of frustration and agony shining in her own eyes. (You did this to yourself. I failed by not stopping you but you and Yinyue-jun were the ones who disgraced her memory first — you have no right to cry like that!)
I think about the way Jingliu must’ve made a conscious effort to destroy his hands— his pride and joy, the ones that made the Shard Sword she turned against its creator. I imagine her throwing it on the ground after the first— or one of the first few of his many deaths, telling him to “Rise” and “Stand” to face her, forcing him to fight over and over again living over a hundred deaths as punishment for what he did.
I think about the way ‘Yingxing’ must’ve slowly died in this process of hours or days of endless torture and punishment with his heart as an artist splayed out and destroyed, flesh bared and heart unbeating as the artist in his mind marvels at the beauty and fantastical agony that became his existence until he no longer thinks; mind rewritten with Jingliu’s preachings of “The three who must pay the price.” and her merciless sword techniques and lessons. I think of how Yingxing, the existence that he was, had truly been killed and warped in all the suffering Jingliu imparted on him — and I wonder how they could ever mend that bridge again.
I think about Jingliu stopping only after the hundredth death as now Blade stands on steady feet with muscle memory from the past nth deaths until Jingliu turns her back with her final lesson and parting words; satisfied, but not fulfilled, by the way she’s carved her presence and regrets into Blade’s mind and body irreversibly. I think about the way she spared ‘mercy’ to him by leaving him astray and to escape the Xianzhou and Luofu. I think about the effort it must’ve taken Blade to chose aimless wandering over eternal sentence… or maybe that too had been Jingliu’s choice.
I think about Jingliu, walking away with nothing but white noise and mara screams, echos of the past, filling her mind until her body gives out from restless days of fighting Blade, forcing onto him the punishment she so strongly believed he deserved — because she couldn’t rest until the lesson had finally set in, what kind of teacher would she have been if she had? I’m thinking about the way her body collapses to the ground like a puppet cut from its strings with no one to catch her and no one to see her at her weakest as she mourns for everything they once had but can never have again because of what they did. Because of what all of them have become.
And finally, I think about the reports that must eventually reach Jing Yuan at the divine seat of foresight. I think about the way he must feel; knowing one of his friends is irreversibly dead and the other three have torn each other apart in that grief. I think about how destroyed he must be, choosing between his duty and his lovers— but finding all too much fault in the choices they made and the suffering they have caused. I think about the decisions he would have to make and the punishment he’d have to invoke on Dan Feng becoming Dan Heng in spite of his emotions, because he is the last one left. And if no one else can remain on the Luofu then he must be the one to carry their memories.
I think that the High Cloud Quintet are irreversibly scarred by themselves and by each other, and I wonder how they’ll ever be able to mend things.
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fanficsforfun · 11 months
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Magic
Pairing: Severus Snape x female reader
Word count: 820
Warnings: age gap, teacher/student power dynamics but both are of age, mild humiliation, sexual content (clit rubbing, orgasm denial, masturbating)
Summary: you fantasize about Snape during his potions class and as a punishment, he casts a spell on you that makes the rest of the lesson a torturous and humiliating, yet pleasurable experience
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You had been glancing at Snape as often as you possibly dared. You couldn’t help but fantasize about the things he could do to you. The imagines got you hot, making it hard for you to focus. You thought maybe Snape wouldn’t notice anything but of course he did.
The lesson was nearing its end when you accidentally met Snape’s gaze. His dark eyes looked right into yours. Then you felt something between your legs, like fingers brushing over your privates. You flinched and looked down, seeing absolutely nothing unusual. You looked back at Snape and saw him smirk. Your cheeks heated up and your heart rate quickened when you realized what was happening - it was him who was doing this to you. Then you felt the brushing again, barely managing to hold back the moan.
The magical fingers kept rubbing you through the lesson. Heat boiled in your lower belly and your pussy was aching due to the slow teasing. It was getting harder and harder for you to not moan, and you had lost all of your ability to focus on anything except the feeling of Snape's magic between your legs. Just when you thought you couldn’t pretend nothing was going on any longer, the lesson ended.
But then the magical fingers started to unexpectedly rub you the way that got you almost seeing stars. You accidentally knocked over a bottle that spread its contents across the table and spilled onto the floor.
As the others left the classroom, you stayed to clean up the contents of the bottle from the floor where it had mostly drained while Snape's magic rubbed your pussy and something perfect slipped inside you, filling you up so wonderfully. Your face was burning hot and your hands were trembling as your pleasure, and at the same time your embarrassment, grew. You moaned out loud after hearing the classroom door close; it was just you and him there now.
“Hurry up with the cleaning, miss y/l/n”, Snape commanded.
You said nothing and tried your best, and when you were done, he ordered you to bring a sample of your potion to his desk. You did, painfully aware of the fact that you were dripping wet and your panties were soaked.
“This is your last year in Hogwarts, you should focus on learning, not on fantasizing about your professor”, Snape reproached.
You nodded, trembling and squeezing your thighs together. It was horrible for you to stand there under his intense gaze as his magic still stimulated your genitals so wonderfully.
“If this happens again, I won’t let you go this easy”, your professor warned. “Next time your classmates are going to notice what's going on.”
“No, please…”, you whined, shocked by the thought. 
The man's gaze locked into your eyes and you realized the stimulation was growing stronger. You felt lightheaded, shuddering even more and squirming in front of his eyes, very close to orgasm. You would have needed something to hold on to, but you had nothing: instead you squeezed your skirt in your fists. Then, just before you fell over the edge, he removed the magic. You cried out in protest, your eyes wide open and a tormented look on your face. The ache between your legs became unbearable and you rocked your hips desperately, contracting your muscles and trying to come.
"Professor, please!" You whimpered.
“It is not my style to reward students for bad behavior", Snape stated coldly. "Go now, I'm sure you have homework to do."
You had no choice, and so left the classroom with your heart pounding and rushed straight to the nearest girls' toilet. As soon as you got the door locked, you pulled your skirt and soaked panties down to your ankles and began to rub your needy, swollen pussy yourself. 
You'd been aroused for so long that you came almost immediately. A wonderful wave of relief washed over you as your pussy throbbed in the grip of a long-awaited orgasm. You had pressed a hand over your mouth to hold back your moans, but you didn't quite manage to keep quiet. Fortunately, there were no others in the toilet at the time.
After the orgasm, you sat on the toilet feeling exhausted, and it took you quite a while to gather the strength to get out of there. Your pussy was still hurting after the tortuously long tease and denial, your legs felt totally weak and you were still shaking a little. 
On your way to the dormitory, you couldn't help but think of Snape's cruelty. Hardly anything could have been a more terrible punishment than to bring you right to the edge, especially during a lesson, and then not give you any relief. You should have known how horrible Snape was, but you never expected him to do something like that. But the little voice in your head admitted that the magic had felt absolutely amazing, despite the inappropriateness of the situation.
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rubendiasatl · 1 year
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More Gavi (Pablo Gavi x Reader)
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**Another cute request. It was fun writing this one and adding a bit of Spanish. I never want to put too much because some people might find it annoying but it obviously makes sense here. Let me know your thoughts about that. And enjoy reading ❤️**
Word count: 2328
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"Hey".
"I need your help", he said, getting inside the house without looking back.
"Hello to you too, mister rude".
You walked to the living room right when Gavi turned to look at you, expression serious.
"What's going on?"
"I have to do an advert for Nike".
You couldn't help but hit his arm when he said that.
"Don't come into my house talking as if something horrible has happened and then say that, you idiot. You scared me!"
"I have to speak English!!", he said, raising his hands as if that explained everything.
"So?"
"I don't know how to. You do. So you need to help me".
“Alright then. First lesson. How do you say por favor in English? Easy one to warm up?”
But as much as you wanted to tease him, when you saw his worried face, you knew you would help him. Of course, you were going to. You’d do anything for him.
“I’ll help you”, you said, rolling your eyes.
“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”
When he hugged you, you sighed. You didn’t need to ask him how to say that you were the stupid girl who fell in love with her best friend and that kept getting friend zoned because you knew that one already.
“What do you need to say?”
“I’ll show you the script they gave me”.
You cleared the table you had been using for work and picked up a notebook just in case you needed it at some point.
“Here”.
A quick look at the list made you frown. “That’s it?”
“Yes”.
“Pablo, it’s just a couple of words that are almost the same as in Spanish”.
“But I pronounce them weirdly!”, he complained again.
“Because you’re Spanish!”
“So are you and you can speak English well”.
“I’m the exception”, you joked, flipping your hair.
Gavi groaned and hit his head against the table, making you laugh. He was so extra.
“How do you say mi amiga es insoportable? (My friend is unbearable)”
“My friend is the most beautiful girl in the world”.
“Hilarious!”
While he still looked at you, pouting, you picked up the notebook and wrote the words down.
“Ok. So we got intensity, which is intensidad”.
“Yeah”.
“So repeat: in-ten-si-ty”.
“In…tensi…ty”.
“You sound like you are afraid of the word when it describes you perfectly”.
“I’m afraid of saying it. Did I do well?”
“Could have been worse. Let’s just say it again but a bit faster”.
You kept practising until he felt confident and you could move to saying the whole sentences in one go.
“Ok, precision now”.
“What?”
His confused face made you laugh. He was so adorable…and you needed to stop thinking about him being adorable.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“The way you said it was funny”.
“Also, the correct way. It’s almost like precisión. Come on…”.
“It’s nothing like precisión”.
“We’ll go slowly with this one then”.
You wrote the syllables down and pointed at each one so he could repeat after you.
“Pre”.
“Pre”.
“Ci”.
“Ci.”
“Sion”.
“Sion”.
“Precision”.
“I can’t!”
This time, instead of putting his head against the table, he put it on your shoulder. One of his hands went to the back of your chair, but the other was on your thigh. You knew he’d always been like this but ever since you were aware of your feelings for him being so strong, it became hard to deal with him touching you so much.
“You know what this reminds me of?”, you said, moving so he could go back to his chair and changing the subject to distract yourself.
“Of what?”
“That episode of Friends in which Phoebe is trying to teach Joey French and she talks slowly and he’s doing fine. But then he has to say the whole thing and says some gibberish. That was you, literally”.
“I’ve never watched Friends. I don’t know”.
You were shocked. How could you have known him for so long and not know this dark secret?
“We can’t be friends, then”.
“Why?”
“I love Friends!”
“We can watch it later. I’m not leaving until I know how to do this so get the guest room ready. Or maybe I’ll fall asleep in your bed again if I convince you to keep teaching me until you literally fall asleep”.
Yeah…that wasn’t going to happen. That was something that happened “before”. Not now.
“You’re doing really well. We’ll be done soon”.
“Really?”, his happy face always made you smile. “How do you say eso es porque tengo la mejor profesora?”
“That’s because I have the best teacher. And yes, that's exactly why".
You continued working on his pronunciation until it was time for dinner. Teaching was exhausting and Gavi run from training straight to your house so you were both starving.
“You don’t have to cook after all you’ve helped me. Let me order something”.
Before you had time to move, Gavi was right behind you, hugging you and putting his chin on your shoulder to look at what you were preparing.
“It’s just pre-made stuff. Move back so I can put it in the oven”.
The way you took his arms off you made him frown. You’ve never reacted like that to him hugging you.
“Are you ok?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”, you asked, putting the food in the oven and avoiding looking at him. Too afraid he’d noticed the reason why you didn’t want him to touch you. “Should I make a salad too?”
“Sure”.
Once the food was ready, you took your plates to the sofa and you found online the episode of Friends you were talking about before. “The one where Joey speaks French”.
You loved screening movies and shows for people. You would look at them whenever you knew something interesting was about to happen and most were annoyed by the spoiler, but Gavi never minded. Especially with horror movies. You saved him from being scared so many times.
“I’m cold”, he said suddenly, and you took your blanket and gave it to him.
He moved closer to you so it could cover both of you and you tried to just focus on the show. No longer interested in looking at him because he was too close and your heart was beating fast enough already.
“I’m still cold”.
“I’m not turning the heating on in March”.
“Cuddle me, then”.
It was too dark, thankfully, for him to see your face at that moment. “I can get you a hot water bottle if you want”.
“Or you could just cuddle me like we have done a million times”.
“My back hurts. I’m comfortable in this position, sorry”.
“Really? Is that why you pulled away from my hug earlier?”
Now you did turn to look at him. Not only had he noticed but he was worrying about it.
“Yeah”.
“Do you need some medicine? Or I could buy some pomade and help you apply it”.
Why was he coming up with the worst ideas?
“I’ll take some paracetamol later, don’t worry. It’s nothing”.
Even though he wasn’t convinced, he didn’t talk about it more. At least he had an answer now for your weird reaction when he hugged you. It had hurt him so much to feel rejected by you…by the best friend he was in love with.
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Having Fridays off was a blessing. You got to sleep in after a week of early mornings…except for when you got calls at 8.30 am.
“Who on Earth is calling me…”, but then you say the name on the screen and answered immediately.
“I need you!”
Oh God…
“And I need sleep, Gavi”.
“You have to come to film the advert with me, please. I’ve forgotten everything you taught me”.
“No, you haven’t. You’re nervous. And I’m sure they have people there who can help you”.
“But I don’t want them. I want you”.
How you wished he was saying that in another context.
“I’ll be there. But you owe me one. Well…another one”.
“I love you!”
“Yeah yeah yeah”.
Getting out of your warm bed was hard but knowing you were going to spend the morning with Gavi made it a little easier. Even if it was getting harder and harder to just be his friend.
By the time you got there, everyone was getting a bit impatient about having to wait for “a friend”.
“Sorry, traffic was bad”.
“Can we start now?”, said one of the guys with the cameras.
“Yes”, told him Gavi, side-eyeing him. “She has to come with me so she can help me read the lines”.
“As long as we can start working, I don’t care if she wants to be your foot stunt double for the shoots”.
The guy’s grumpy tone made you laugh.
“You don’t want me to kick the ball”.
“I know”, laughed Gavi, kissing your cheek and telling you to follow him.
It was hard, but you managed to resist the urge to touch the area where he had kissed you. You could still feel his lips there. He was making it so difficult…
Gavi was actually way more nervous about speaking those few English words than you expected. He was criticised so much for his on-the-pitch behaviour that he didn’t want this to be another reason for people to make fun of him. So you took this even more seriously than back at your place.
Finally, after some struggling, he was done. And you could tell the crew was so happy to be done with this advert. Something so simple had taken so long.
“More Gavi, yeah…just what the world needs”, you joked when he was going back to where you waited for him.
“It’s what you need, don’t lie. How do you say cuanto más Gavi, mejor?”
“The more Gavi, the better. But that’s a lie so don’t say it to people. Your mum taught you better than that”.
He laughed and put his arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer to his side. And even if you knew this wasn’t helping, at all, you let him. Putting your arm around his waist, you let him hold you because it felt so good to be that close to him. Better than it should.
“How do you say…”, he wasn’t going to stop now, “te como la cara?”
You snorted at that. “I wouldn’t recommend you telling people you want to eat their face. It sounds weird”.
“It doesn’t sound weird in Spanish”.
“That’s because we are weird. So one weird cancels the other”.
“I want to do it anyway”, he said, pretending he was going to bite your cheek and making you move away from him.
“Stop that!”
“But I’m hungry!”
And you kept bickering on the way to your car, not realising once again that the feelings were mutual. That you moved away from him to protect your feelings or that he wanted to be always as close to you as possible because there was no one else that made him feel the way you did.
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Pablito ❤️: the ad is out. I posted on IG. Go see it!
You: compliment your teacher on my behalf. Brilliant job she did.
Pablito ❤️: I’m on my way.
You: I didn’t mean literally!
The doorbell alerted you that Gavi was already there. This boy…
“What is that?”
“Your favourite cupcakes as a thank you”.
“You still owe me but thank you for always enabling my sugar addiction”.
He stayed in the living room while you went to the kitchen to get some napkins and plates for the cupcakes.
“Ok, the one with all the fruit for you and the one with all the chocolate for me”.
“Can I have a bite of your one?”
“Sure”.
You watched the ad while you ate, laughing at all the moments you knew had to be redone more than 20 times.
“You really made that crew earn their salary that day, Pablito”.
“I don’t think they’ll ever want to work with me again”.
“Who could blame them?”
Seeing you laugh was always special for Gavi. It was while you were laughing at one of his jokes that he thought, for the first time, about how beautiful you really were. He always knew you were but…he fully noticed what that beauty meant to him. The sound you made when you laughed was music to his ears, but it was the way your face lit up that hypnotized him.
“What?”, you asked when you saw him staring at you. “I have chocolate on my face?”
But he couldn’t talk, so he just shook his head.
He was tired of hiding his feelings. Of pretending he wasn’t in love with you for fear of you turning him down. It could ruin your friendship and he knew that. He feared that could happen. But living in fear was painful too. He had to do this.
“Can we have another lesson?”
“Sure”.
You didn’t look very convinced because he was worrying you a bit.
“How do you say te quiero?”
You swallowed. He should know that. Why was he asking? “I love you”.
He nodded. “And how do you say te quiero pero no quiero quererte solo como un amigo?” (I love you but I don't want to just love you as a friend).
“Pablo…”.
“Or should I just say it in Spanish so nothing gets lost in translation?”
“Do you mean it?”, you asked, full of hope.
“I do”.
Seeing you’re reaction gave him the final push to get closer to you. He held your face with his hands and spoke quietly.
“You’re the best friend I could ask for. And a pretty good teacher too. But I want more. Do you want more?”
“More Gavi?”
You both laughed and then you kept leaning forward until your lips finally connected. Finally showing each other how much you really wanted this. And kisses had no language. Everyone could understand what they meant.
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A shitty morning - a wolfstar microfic
February 23 - sentimental - 899 words
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Sirius noticed the scornful smiles from the Slytherin table as soon as he entered the great hall. By the time he sat down and saw himself to a glass of pumpkin juice, he had realized that the increased interest was not limited to one table. People seemed to be staring and whispering all around the room. He buttered his toast while he carefully arranged his face in a nonchalant look. When a group of Ravenclaws passed by, he asked:
“I know I’m nice to look at, but what did I do to win the audience today?
The girls giggled, but he didn’t get any answer. Not until Frank spread The Daily Prophet out in front of him.
There was a moving picture of his father, stern and proper as always. The interview was mostly about finances and how he’d managed to be so successful (Sirius didn’t read it but imagined his father conveniently left out all the people he’d screwed over in the process). Under the question about the future, a quote was highlighted. “As far as I’m concerned, I only have one son. Naturally, Regulus will be head of the house of Black one day.”
Sirius closed his eyes. After running away to stay with the Potters he hadn’t expected anything else. But the whole school gossiping about it? What a nightmare.
He forced himself to smile sweetly again and roll his eyes. “Like I care.”
He gave the paper back without reading more and avoided the surrounding eyes eager for a reaction completely.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked James who had been reading over his shoulder.
“Sirius, this must be horrible.“
He sighed and turned away. Obviously, James wouldn’t understand the need to not share one's feelings with the world. Luckily Remus immediately caught on.
“Splendidly. Did you? Have you heard they are planning to rearrange the greenhouses, by the way?”
Sirius smiled meekly as he half-listened to the rest of the monologue. He always found comfort in listening to Remus' voice.
In Transfigurations, today’s task was transforming a wooden stick into a rose.
Sirius' first attempts just became puffs of smoke. He heard the Slytherins snicker behind him and gritted his teeth. He had to concentrate if they were not to think he cared what his father thought of him.
On the next try, Sirius' stick turned into a deformed cactus with giant spikes and Sirius immediately pricked himself. Gritting his teeth even harder, he clutched the bloody thumb in his other hand and didn’t make a sound. The pain forced tears to his eyes nevertheless. Remus grabbed his arm and muttered a basic healing spell and the pain disappeared just as Zabini leaned forward from his seat behind them.
“Sentimental tears, Black? Wish mommy and daddy hadn’t kicked you out?”
“I’ll kick your face out, see how sentimental you get!”
“Anger issues as well? Poor thing.” Zabini mocked as he leaned back and shared a laugh with his fellow Slytherins.
Sirius felt James' hands on his shoulders as he turned in his chair. “Easy, mate. He’s not worth it.”
“Don’t worry,” he said through clenched jaws, “I’m good.”
He tried to reassure James he wasn't going to do anything stupid. Slow his breathing. Relax his fists. He was going to be the better person James always expected him to be. Who he himself wanted to be, true, but that didn't make it less exhausting.
With all his willpower he cleared his head and focused on the task. Finally, a beautiful rose appeared. Despite all, he was among the first to do it and it earned him an approving nod from Professor McGonagall.
After the lesson, more than one of the boys behind them hit Sirius with their bags or bumped into his chair, supposedly by accident, on their way out. Sirius paced back and forward, ready to snap at anything. He was just about to ask Remus why he was taking so long collecting his things when he turned to Peter and James and suggested: “You go on, we'll catch up soon.”
Peter got the hint and dragged James with him.
“What are you doing?” Sirius demanded.
“Just making sure you get a pause to breathe if you need one.”
Sirius shrugged. “I’ve had a shitty morning. I'll get over it.”
“I'm sure you will.”
Remus' face was honest. No smile he had to live up to, no pity he had to deflect, just a concerned furrow between his brows. Like he understood.
Actually, being alone with Remus made it easier to breathe.
The sob coming out of Sirius' mouth startled even himself.
Remus opened his arms. Sirius let himself fall into the embrace. Let Remus' strong arms be his anchor as he cried for just a few moments. Then he stayed still. Rested his forehead on Remus' shoulder. Breathed in the comforting scent in his neck.
When did Remus become his go-to comfort? And what did that mean?
He straightened himself and cleared his throat.
“I'm so glad I have you. Don’t know how I’d get through this day any other way.”
“I’m glad I have you, too. You’re doing great.”
The smile Remus gave him was so warm and caring that his stomach flipped. He smiled back and saw it become even warmer. What did that mean? That he was glad he’d been able to help a friend? Or something else entirely?
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smoothielenny · 1 year
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ʟɪʟʏ ᴘᴀᴅ
Part Two
Ao’nung x Human!fem!reader
Summary: your mother finally allowed you to go outside and explore your new home. Your excited to meet some new friends, but that excitement died quickly when you are treated horribly.
Warning: bullying, teasing
[one•two•three•four•five•six•seven]
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It’s been two day since your mother permitted you to go outside. You’ve been having fun seeing the world around you. Playing with kids (who eventually be pulled away when their parents saw you.), watching Lo’ak fail his lesson (your very own entertainment) and just admiring the ocean. You’re not bum out like your siblings when moving here, in fact you’re excited to know about a new type of landscape in Pandora.
You went outside this afternoon after lunch wanting to make those sand castles you’ve saw from your late mother’s pictures. You found a great spot where it’s close to the water yet won’t wash away your sculptures. You happily pat your sand bump trying to remember those sand castles and copying them.
While enjoying your activity, two metkayina boys known their presence by kicking your sculpture. Your eye’s furrowed and look up at them, cheeky smirk on their faces. You pouted your lips looking back at your destroyed sand castle. The joy you had minutes ago gone because of these assholes.
“Hey, demon! Why don’t you go back to your marui so we don’t have to see you!” They snickered saying those words. Your face seems hurt from what they’ve said. You’ve never felt any sadness from someone treating you like crap, but this one, no one ever called you a demon, well except when you first arrived here (by the Tsahik.)
You stood up and look up at them, “what’s your deal!?” pushing them lightly showing your anger. All they did was giggle, what would a small mere human would do anyways? You look to weak to even beat them and that is true, Neytiri always treat you like a fragile glass, she never let you go out unless someone is with you, not being Lo’ak.
“We don’t want you here, leave!” They yelled. Your face drop from hearing that, you’ve been ignored or glared before because of you being a human, but not saying something like that. It’s just horrible. Your eyes started to water, lips trembling, body stiffened. You feel like breaking down in front of them and that’s the reaction they wanted from you. To cry before them.
“Hey! Leave her alone!” All of you turned around where those words came from. It was Ao’nung, the boys then fled not wanting to deal with him. You knew Ao’nung by Lo’ak, Neteyam, Kiri’s story and all of those stories combine lead to a conclusion: he’s a mean one.
You look down refusing to make eye contact. Is he also gonna bully you too? Like the way he did to your siblings? Well that wouldn’t be a surprise.
“You alright?” Your head lifted facing at him. His face is blank, you couldn’t tell what emotion he has on his face. As if he’s dead, but it might just be the lighting. You nodded backing away a little from him. Feeling a bit queasy near him.
“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.” He said and turn around going back to his own business. He doesn’t seem so bad from what you’ve heard. You tiptoed following him, but Ao’nung knows, your little feet making sounds with the sands is enough to know you’re behind him. He turned around staring down at you. You look up at his ocean eyes still looking dead.
“You should go back to your marui, or else they’ll be back again.” You shook your head and walked close to him, “but if you’re near me, you’ll defend me, right?” His cheeks warmed quickly. Well you are right, he won’t allow those skxawng bully you again. It hurts to see you like that taking those words from them fro some reason. You are pure to his eyes and he won’t let anyone dirtied you.
You both have been walking in silence, no idea to break it. You were too distracted on seeing a lot of new trees, ilus, and others. Ao’nung on the other hand is a nervous wreck, tho he hide it very well. He doesn’t know how to talk to you, if he open his mouth he thinks that words would be fumbled when they come out.
“What is that?” You pointed at the creature that has a wings yet can still swim. He looks at it and smiles, “it’s a skimwing, only the elders can ride it.” You nodded. You continued to watch it fly, it reminded you an ikran, you love riding on an ikran with Neytiri, if she has a free time she usually takes you out with Tuk to fly at night.
“I wanna ride one!” Your excited tone made Ao’nung’s heart warm. He likes seeing so excited. Few days earlier you were finding some good shells to use for accessories and you find a big one with pretty colors shine when sun hits it. Unbeknownst to you, Ao’nung was watching you a few yards away, not wanting to be caught by you and definitely not wanting to be caught by his sister.
“If I’m old enough to get one, we could ride it… together.” His last word was a whisper, but you heard it and turned around showing him your smile. His heart beating so fast seeing your beautiful smile. He was in paused for a bit until waving your hands cut it off.
“You alright there?” You asked with concern. He just nodded. You both continued to walk, now talking to each other with no hesitation. While walking you heard your brother, Neteyam, calling your name. You turn around to greet him with a smile, he also gave you a smile then it turn into a blank face when he saw Ao’nung.
“(y/n), mother is worried, you should go home.” He said as his eyes glare at Ao’nung. You just nodded and walked passed him. Before Neteyam follows you he gave Ao’nung a word, “try hurt her, your gone.” Then he left. Ao’nung didn’t know Neteyam could be this threatening, but he doesn’t plan to do that to you anyways. He just clicked his tongue and walk to his marui.
To be continued…
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My savior.
Heyoo! I come with some angsty thingies, hurr hurr. This is my first time doing something like this, so please excise if this is too amateur or whatever, lol.
Disclaimer, English is not my first language, and I think I still write a lot of mistakes, so do forgive that.
Cw: angst, undereating, being held captive, Toby is a manipulator, hhh...
Yeah, I think that's it. :)
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You had forgotten what the problem was at this point. The only thing you knew was that you were not at fault here.
You, however, felt bad, for your boyfriend was somehow guilt tripping you, manipulating you into thinking that it was your fault to be in this situation when you decided to laugh a little too much at Tim's jokes.
Toby was, by no means, a Saint. Even the other creeps knew not to mess with him, especially considering the fact that he was unpredictable. You never knew what his reaction would be, making him a ticking bomb ready to explode at any second.
He locked you in his room, which was as messy as ever. For whatever reason, Toby had nailed some boards to his window, making the room dark and reeking of humidity. It also did not help that the light bulb went out a long time ago, and Toby didn't want to fix it yet.
He decided that the best thing to do was to seclude you from everyone so that no one would take you away... So that you wouldn't dare cheat on him again with Tim.
He'd bring you some food every once in a while, but judging by what he served you, you only ate breakfast and dinner. The rest of the day you'd spend locked in the room, cold and dark, waiting for this punishment to be over.
It would be really hard to convince Toby that you were "ready" to go out again, since he thought that if you, by any chance, even dared to look a little too long to anyone else, you would be betraying him. Cheating on him with whomever that person were.
Days passed like this, still locked in his room.
At least you had his company, him toying with your hair as you sobbed in place, both of you sitting on his bed as he told you that this was for your own good, that you only had to learn to have eyes for him and him only. He would say that this would pass as long as you learned your lesson, but... at what cost?
By the time he let you out, it had been a month. You came to realize that Toby would tell the others that you were sick, how a horrible cold got to you, then you coincidentally started feeling dizzy and vomiting after you were "healed."
Of course, you looked emaciated. You weren't the person you used to be before.
This time, you made sure to stick close to Toby. To speak only to Toby.
There was no one else you needed, other than Toby.
He who gave you his love even when he locked you up, He who cherished you even when you were such a horrible person, He who loved you through think and thin even when you dared speak to others.
He gave you solace, company, love...
And isn't that what good boyfriends do?
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