#also I’m sorry this took so insanely long to respond to but I’m trying to clear out my inbox a bit today!

[capricioussun]

For the request you put up, can I request Copper’s favorite sleeping position(s) if that isn’t too strange an ask? Lol I tend to switch between fetal with a singular pillow under my head and between my knees to sleeping with one arm and the same leg straight and the other arm and knee bent with my elbow touching my knee. And if I sleep in my late grandmother’s recliner, I curl up in the seat with my head on one arm rest and my foot hanging off the other. Basically for me, being fully stretched out is a sin and it shan’t be done lol

Not too strange at all! Though in this case, Copper is essentially your polar opposite. He will simply flop down and sleep, sometimes posed in ways that don’t even conceivably seem comfortable at all. He’s tall and lanky, and his joints are chronically sore, so he prefers to be as lax as possible, stretched out and limp. Probably a blanket stealer, even though they inevitably end up on the floor anyway.

The position itself doesn’t matter so much, on his side, back, front, and he doesn’t usually move a lot in his sleep. He is just a floppy tangle of long limbs…

#tbh tho I’m w/ you I don’t understand people who sleep like Copper I must be snuggled up or I cannot rest… #also I’m sorry this took so insanely long to respond to but I’m trying to clear out my inbox a bit today! #will I make any real progress? who knows…….. #edit nevermind most of them are drawing responses this will take time to work through oof #sun spots #Swapfell metal #swapfell metal papyrus #sfm copper #sagittarian-solstice #clear sky sunset

[cranberryjuice-posts]

- this butch this butch -

Pairings - Butch Abby x housewife! Milf! reader

IMPORTANT - takes Place in the 40’s / Abby is referred to as Abby and is written with He/Him pronouns UNTIL reader finds out she’s a she

If ur currious what the Lingerie looked like

Tw - SHITTY SMUT‼️‼️ oral sex, fingering, erm that’s abt it guys it takes place in the 40’s idk 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

An - the smut is like kinda at the end and short bc idk

Rushing around the house you struggled to prepare dinner. Tonight was important, your father had decided to come by for dinner bringing along his understudy Andy Anderson, your husband was currently out in the living room entertaining your father and your baby girl June was currently playing on the kitchen floor with her blocks.

“Ok ok.. steak for main course and I’ll do lobster bisque for the appetizer” you mumbled while grabbing the ingredients you needed.

“Mama” your daughter asked from where she sat, walking over to your todler you crouched down to her smiling. “Yes baby?”

“Square” she held up a block. Letting out a content sigh you took the wooden toy from your daughter, setting it aside you kissed her forehead. “Yes baby that’s a square, now mommy has to take care of dinner ok so be a good girl and play with your toys” Getting back up you returned to your meal prep.

After an hour the door opened, stepping in John. As he entered the kitchen your dusted the flour off of your hands while he found his way over to you, bending down he placed a soft kiss on your lips before heading towards the liquor cabinet. “John.. common I’m making dinner and June is up, can’t you wait until later”

He didn’t respond. “John p—“

“I heard you the first time” he snapped. Your breath caught in your throat, being married to your husband for the past 6 years you’ve learned quickly about his temper. And his hand.

Nodding slowly you started baking again. Checking on your soup June started crying as she hit her hand on a chair. “Your daughter is crying” John spoke as he prepared two glasses. “Yes.. uh could you please get her I’m sorry I’m just busy with dinner”

John however ignored you, walking out while heading back towards the living room. “God..” you sighed with your daughter practically screaming, before you could walk over to her the door opened once again making you pause in your step, being faced to face with a long forgotten crush of yours.. Andy . “Oh my god Andy I— please you don’t-“ you stumbled against your words while you tried to clean yourself up some. Andy chuckled shaking his head while picking up June. “It’s ok, I don’t mind helping out”

“Thank you” giving him a grateful smile. Sitting down at the counter Andy started to watch as your Finshed your meal. Normally you preferred being in the kitchen alone, but Andy was different. Being around him made you happy, it also didn’t help that he was insanely attractive. His strong arms and short well kept Blonde hair, and for some reason being around him gave you this flustered feeling. It was a wonder how he hadn’t been swooped up by some lucky woman .“so how’s your marriage going” Andy asked drawing your attention.

“Hm? Me oh it’s going.. nothing to bad though” you chuckled trying to make light of the situation. “Oh by the way Andy could you please take June out and set her in her high chair? You’d be doing me a major favor” you pleadingly asked, he of coursed nodded leaving to do as you asked.

——

All you asked for was a normal dinner. Sitting across the table from you was Andy. You knew he liked you, you may of been younger than him by a couple years but you could tell how he tried to peek at your cleavage through your dress or how he appreciated your victory curls. Though you didn’t mind the attention as it was more than you received from your husband.

Cleaning up the now emptied plates, you smiled as your dad complimented your cooking skills. “Aw dad it’s nothing to write home about”

“Ha! As if im Gonna Need you to start cookin for me every night” he laughed pulling a cigar out his pocket. Going outside you expected your husband to follow him the same as Andy only this time he followed you to the kitchen. “Well I think tonight went gr—“ the next thing you knew your jaw hit the sink then you laid on the floor.

“First thing Sunday you will go to the priest and confess about how you practically eye fucked another man infront of me.” John simply spoke while adjusting his shirt sleeve. “What?” You quietly asked, your tears staining the floor bellow you.

He scoffed. “Don’t act suprised you knew what you were doing. I saw how you act with Andy. Clean yourself up and get this nasty kitchen cleaned as well” he harshly spoke before leaving.

———

“Annnd here’s mommy” Andy smiled as he brought June into the kitchen, your daughter laughing excitedly. Almost immediately Andy noticed your closed off stance. Setting your daughter down He mumbled “Go find your grandpa ok” making sure the young girl was gone he made his way towards you

“What’s wrong” he asked standing behind you. You both had known each-other for a few years at this point, thus a friendship had grown over time. “Nothing” you mumbled.

He knew. You knew he knew. It was obivous. A small stain of blood on the floor, the first aid kit open and your formerly perfect curls now distressed.

Letting out a deep sigh he moved to be Standing beside you at the sink, now rinsing off the dishes he stayed quiet. “I’ve got it Andy”

He shrugged his shoulders “I know.”

“Andy this is a woman’s job please” You tried to push him back only he didn’t move. Giving up you stepped back watching while Andy finished off the plates putting them now in the drying rack.

Turning around He dried his hands before gently grabbing your face, rubbing a thumb over your bruising cheek and jaw. His critical gaze felt as though he knew how you felt. Your pain. Your cheeks flushed somewhat from his touch. Without realizing it you leaned into Andy kissing him.

A moment later you pulled back realizing he hadn’t kiss you back. “I’m sorry” you covered the bottom half of your face while holding your head low. “No no.. it’s not you trust me” his tone shocked as he quickly tried to assure you— you were in the right by squeezing your arms. “Your absolutely perfect in every way it’s just that.. there’s some stuff about me that you wouldn’t approve of, that would make you reject me”

Looking up confused you tilted your head. “What is it..” keeping eye contact with him. You knew he wouldn’t tell you without you putting up a fight. “I swear on everything Andy that I won’t tell.. if I do then you can tell John how I kissed you…. So please what is it” debating for a moment he finally sighed giving into you. Taking his hands away from you but keeping your bodies close he untucked his shirt pulling it open.

That’s when you realized it. Andy wasn’t a man.. rather he was a woman. “Your..”

“Yeah..” she sighed, Closing her shirt. “My Name is Abigail— Abby for short, not Andy. Legally a few years ago I changed my name to Andy because I couldn’t stand the thought of being a mans wife. So I changed. I changed everything about me and I ended up landing a pretty good spot at your fathers company” she slightly chuckled.

You kept your hands towards your chest. Out of everything Andy actually being named Abigail and being a woman was not what you expected. Pulling your eyes away from Abby you finally reached out, softly touching her chest which was covered by a thin tanktop. You felt the woman’s breath falter.

Standing on your tippy toes once again you placed your lips onto Abby’s. It was a quick peck. “Your not disgusted” she asked quietly with her hands on the counter behind you. “No.. if anything you being a woman makes you even more attractive”

That was all it took before Abby quickly jerking you into her kissing you hungerily. Bringing your hands to the girls face and wrapping an arm around her neck you deepend the kiss with Abby’s hands finding that special spot in your back as if to say ‘she’s got you’.

You’ve heard of lesbians before. It was a new term but still far away from being a socially acceptable term. From an early age you knew you liked women. It was hard not to but you knew that it was either conform to society and marry a man, have a kid and a family or be an outcast and alone forever. However in this moment you were prepared to throw everything out of the window if it meant to be with her

Pulling back you panted keeping Abby close. “John’s gonna leave.. he says it’s because the office needs him but I know he’s going to fuck his secretary. Midnight come by at 12, I know he won’t be back til morning and June will be long asleep” stepping back from the woman you tried to fix your curls in the mirror on the liquor cabinet. “The back door will be unlocked for you”

“What are You saying” she chuckled fixing her shirt some, Abby’s cheeks were completely red. “You know what I’m saying..” looking back over at her, there was this unspoken agreement between you both.

“Ok. I’ll be back at 12:00am sharp” she gave a small smile, kissing you softly once again.

———

Just as You Said John had left soon after your father. Spending the next hour you put June to bed, now leaving you with three hours to get ready.

Once midnight came around Abby walked in through the back door of your house finding it unlocked like you promised. Making her way upstairs she stopped at your door. Hesitant like this was all some fucked up dream. After a small mental pep talk she softly knocked on the door before stepping in.

Stepping inside the woman paused. You stood by your bed wearing a black lingerie set. The simple black bra and silk shorts with fishnets underneath. A few candles were lit and your hair redone. Shyly standing fiddling with your hands.

“My god.” Abby spoke breathless as she closed the door. Walking to you she held your hips admiring your body. “I.. I tried, um.. I had originally got this for John and I’s sixth anniversary but I figured this was a much better occasion”

Abby leaned forward trailing soft kisses from your jaw to your lips. Her hands dragged up loving your skin while you kissed. Bitting your bottom lip you let out a soft moan allowing Abby to slip her tongue in.

The kiss repeating multiple times until she pushed you down onto the bed. Her knee finding itself between your legs. “Off” she whispered. “What?” You asked breathless. Abby hooked her finger under the bra strap pulling it down. Once realizing you quickly took the top off setting it aside.

The blonde kissed down your neck, finding her way to your breast. Licking over the sensitive nipple she smiled as you tried to hold back a moan. Sucking on your breast she showed the same love towards the other with her hand.

She rhymathically rubbed her knee against your aching core. Covering your mouth you tried your best to hide a loud cry. Feeling yourself grow wetter you couldn’t help but start to grind your hips against the woman’s leg.

“Abby..” you softly cried grabbing at her short mannish hair. “I know sweet girl I know” she whispered still kissing your chest. Switching her mouth to the second revelishing in the fact you never felt like this with your husband.

Letting go of your nipple with a pop like sound she stood up from where she previously was. Taking off her suspenders Abby made quick work of her button down and pants leaving her in her briefs and wife beater pleaser. Taking a moment to admire Abby’s muscular physique, you looked away embarrassed

Getting down into her knees she pulled you to the edge of the bed. Bringing your underwear and fishnet socks down Abby had to restrain herself from loosing control. After your daughter birth you never managed to loose all the pregnancy weight, your lower half of stomach having a noticeable pudge with dark stretch marks.

Feeling Abby’s eyes on you, you tried to hide your stomach with your hands however she forced them away. “Abby please it’s disgusting”

“Oh sweet sweet girl.. it’s the furthest thing from disgusting, baby I’m having to restrain myself even now from fucking your senseless. You are the most attractive woman I’ve ever laid eyes on”

Her words making you turn red. Embarrassed still you stopped resisting Abby’s gaze and let yourself relax. Watching as the woman positioned herself between you, she looked up asking for your permission. You nodded at first which she didn’t appreciate “common sweet girl I need you to give me a yes or I’m not doing anything”

“Yes damnit Abby” you whined. She grinned at your neediness, not wanting to make you wait any longer she leaned in kissing your clit.

A whole new feeling of pleasure courses through your body as you felt Abby start to suck on your sensitive bud. Lapping her tongue through your folds and even teasing your throbbing hole.

Trying to keep quiet you gave soft breathy moans while having a firm grip on her hair. Abby tightly held your thighs as she continued to sloppily lick at you, your juices running down her chin.

Abby looked up at you slapping your thigh to get your attention you looked down. Her free hand now running lines with her thumb over your sopping cunt. “You keep your eyes on me, if you don’t then I’ll stop” agreeing faster than you should of you kept your gaze down at the blonde

Abby knew she wasn’t one to deny you, almost immediately going back to what she had previously been doing.

After taking a few moments she slipped a finger into you. Moaning loud you covered your mouth worried your daughter might wake up. There was a momentarily pause where you both kept an ear out incase June had indeed woken up. You could feel Abby laughing against your leg making you softly hit you with your thigh.

She rolled her eyes before moving back down between your legs. Her thick finger moving in and out as she continued to suck on your clit you felt a long forgotten feeling building up. Abby knew you were close, by how your breath started to increase and how you started to grind yourself against her face wanting— needing more.

Before you realized it yourself you had came. Falling back as you had no strength to keep yourself up, Abby continued to lick at you until you were completely cleaned.

Coming back up she towered over you pinning you down to the bed capturing you in one final kiss.

———

Laying in your bed together both nude you laughed softly as abby held you close finding one of the dumb jokes she had told you amusing. Hiding your face in her neck you realized that this was where you always wanted to be. To be in her arms, to be in her bed, hearing her dumb jokes, To be her wife.

“Abby” you mumbled against her skin.

“Yeah” she Hummed while playing with one of your curls. “John’s gettin enlisted into the army for the war. He told me a week ago. He leaves in a few days.. while he’s gone if he comes back alive I’ll divorce him and if he dies it’ll make this next part easier.” You spoke with a gentle tone.

Pulling back from Abby you shifted around until you sat up looking down at her. “I’ve known you since I was 18.. the past 8 years I couldn’t of asked for a better friend and now I know what I want.. Abigail Anderson. I want you to be mine.. in public you will be my husband but behind closed doors, in the comfort of our home and in our bedroom away from prying eyes you will be my wife”

Abby stayed quiet for a moment. Trying to search her eyes for an answer you noticed as the strong woman started to cry. Worried you said something wrong you tried to speak but were quickly cut off by her sitting up to kiss you. “I would like nothing more then that.. my wife” she pulled you into her hugging you close.

#lesbian #wlw #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson smut #abby anderson tlou2 #abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby x reader #abby headcanons #abby anderson x reader #tlou smut #tlou2 #tlou fanfiction #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us

[ethical-cain-vinnel]

hear me out, you and anakin have been enemies for years like just constant head butting and competition, and one day y’all both are training and your both trying to show off competitively, and afterwards, just to piss him if you say your master is kind of attractive or something and what happens next happens 🤭 sorry i’m famished for enemies to lovers anakin stuff

RAHHHHHH I LOVE THIS IDEA THIS HAS ME LEGIT FOAMING AT THE MOUTH THANK YOU GIRLBOSS

SPOILED BITCH

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x reader

Teaser Trailer: Your Master, Obi-Wan Kenobi usually has you and Anakin separated when training. He’s worried that the animosity between you two could eventually lead to one of you getting hurt because you two don’t know when to stop. But today, on the rest day for training, he’s woken you two up and has decided that you two would hash out your differences and train together for the first (and probably last) time.

Tags/Warnings: Bickering, porn with plot, very little use of Y/N, no gendered terms (girl, she/her, etc) but AFAB anatomy (im sorry idk how to write AMAB anatomy), hatefucking, lowkey dubcon at the start but quickly turns consensual, mentions of Padme (they’re broken up in this), bath sex, rough sex, little to no prep (make sure to prep irl or that shit HURTS, coming from your local whore), unprotected p in v (don’t be silly, wrap ya willy), choking, fluff at the end

Notes: IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I LOWKEY HAD NO IDEA HOW TO START IT LMFAO but im really glad you sent this in cause I had a lot of fun writing this!! I did change it a little bit but it still has that enemies to lovers plot that you said you were jonesing for so I hope you like it! Also im so sorry if anakin is ooc i really tried to make him true to his character.

In the heart of the Jedi Temple, a place of serenity and wisdom, were two dickheads who couldn’t stop bickering and driving their master, Obi-Wan Kenobi, absolutely insane. Every word moved him more and more to the dark side (kidding, not kidding). “You’ll never be a true Jedi, Skywalker,” You taunted, your eyes flashing with defiance. “You let your emotions control you too easily.” “And you’re too focused on rules and regulations,” he shot back, his tone dripping with disdain. “The Jedi Code has made you blind to the real world.” You were about to respond when your master spoke. “Enough. Both of you.” He turns around and gives you both a sharp glare. This shuts you both right up. “Sorry, Master,” You both mumble like scolded children. Obi-Wan sighs and continues taking you to the training ground.

When you arrive at the grounds, you and Anakin shoot each other confused looks before Obi-Wan begins to speak. “In the past, I have not let you two train together. This is because I am afraid one, if not both of you, will have bad physical injuries by the end. But,” Flashes of annoyance and exhaustion from months of your constant bickering show in his eyes. “You two have officially worn me down. Today, you will train together. I will not be supervising because I feel you two should work this out by any means necessary. As long as you both come out of the training alive, I don’t care what happens here.” You begin to feel a bit guilty. You and Anakin have indeed pushed your master to his limits. But that’s quickly replaced by excitement and needing to beat Anakin.

Obi-Wan laid out the rules of the training before quickly leaving the grounds. With Obi-Wan's departure, you and Anakin found yourselves standing on the training ground, lightsabers in hand, the tension thick enough to slice through. Anakin couldn't resist taking the first jab, both verbally and physically. "Well, Y/N, let's see if you can back up all that talk." You smirked, your eyes glinting with determination. "Oh, Anakin, I've been waiting for this moment. Let's see if you can finally prove that you're not all bark and no bite." The clash of lightsabers rang out as the duel commenced, the blades creating sparks of energy that mirrored the sparks flying between you. "You're still too aggressive, Anakin," you taunted, sidestepping his lunge. "The Force doesn't respond well to blind rage, you know," Anakin grunted, his frustration evident. "And you're too busy following the rule book to see the big picture. Sometimes, you have to do what's necessary." Your retort came swiftly, "Sometimes, what's necessary isn't letting your emotions run rampant. That's how we fall to the dark side." The battle raged, each strike and parry accompanied by another biting remark. It was as if the Force itself reveled in your ongoing rivalry, fueling the intensity of the duel.

"You know, Anakin, maybe if you focused on your training more than your obsession with winning, you'd improve," you quipped, dodging a particularly aggressive swipe from his lightsaber. Anakin's eyes blazed with anger, and he pushed harder, but you deftly countered his every move. "And maybe if you let loose a bit, you'd discover there's more to the Force than ancient texts and lectures." Your movements became fluid, almost graceful, as you expertly parried Anakin's attacks. "I'll take wisdom over recklessness any day, Anakin." As the duel continued, your words stung as much as your strikes, and it was clear that Anakin was growing frustrated, his resolve wavering. He overextended himself in a moment of vulnerability, leaving an opening you quickly seized. With a swift maneuver, you disarmed him, sending his lightsaber flying out of his grasp. You held your lightsaber at his throat, a triumphant smile on your lips. "Checkmate," you declared, breathing heavily but victorious.

Later that night, you were getting ready for bed. The training with Anakin was rewarding but so fucking tiring. You had bruises and small cuts all over your body that stung as you entered the hot bath, the salts meant for relaxation causing your muscles to tense up and a small, involuntary whimper to leave your mouth. As you sunk deeper into the water, you relaxed more. Your cuts still stung, but it was all worth it to wipe that stupid smile off of your rival’s face. God, his stupid face. You had no idea what Padme sees in him. His stupid brooding blue eyes, his full lips that always turn into a scowl when he sees you. Fuck. Even you, his number one rival, can’t deny that he’s really hot. You’re snapped out of your thoughts when you hear someone enter the bathroom. You immediately make sure your entire body is below the water, the bubbles covering you. You look to see who it is and it’s Anakin. “Anakin, what the FUCK?? GET OUT!” you begin to scream when he covers your mouth, glaring down at you as he leans over the tub. Your voice got caught in your throat as his glare sent shivers down your spine and warmth down to your pussy. When he can tell you’ve officially shut up, he slowly takes his hand off of your mouth and for a moment, you two just stare at each other, a mix of hatred and lust. “You're a real spoiled bitch, you know that?” he seethes and you scoff. “Oh, I’m spoiled cause I was able to put you in your place?” His hand shoots to grab your neck, choking you slightly and you let out a small whimper, not expecting it. He smirks and pulls you into a rough kiss, your mind going a million miles an hour. You pull away and he lets you, not wanting to force you into anything you don’t want to do. “What is wrong with you??” You say, obviously bothered. “You’re dating Padme and you’re trying to kiss me and fuck me?? What is wrong with you??” You fume. He smirks a bit, thinking your reaction is a bit funny. “Padme and I broke up a month ago.” Those words make your jaw drop and your eyes practically bug out of your skull.

But he knows that all of your inhibitions were limited only to him not being single, as you immediately pull him into another heated kiss, tongue and teeth clashing as you help him hastily strip off his robes and you pull him into the tub with you. You lay back against the porcelain and he gets on top of you, his hand coming up to choke you slightly again. He begins to kiss down your neck and to your collarbone, his free hand coming to pinch your soapy tits and you whine. Your hand found his cock in the water and lined him up with your entrance. He quickly pushed in and gave you no time to adjust to his (massive) size as he began pounding you roughly. “Stupid spoiled bitch. Always a pain in my ass yet I’m dicking you down.” He mumbles breathily as his cock hits your g spot over and over again, leaving you breathless. “Say thank you.” He demands but you’re already too fucked out to hear. It isn’t until he slaps you across the face that you can listen. “I fucking said thank me. Do it and maybe I’ll let you cum tonight” “Thank you!! Thank you Anakin!!” You moan loudly and his hand comes back to your throat, a smirk on his face “Yea thats what I fuckin’ thought. Good fuckin slut f’me. So fuckin good” He pants as he fucks your pussy with reckless abandon. He can feel your cunt clenching on him, signaling that you’re close to cumming and if he wasn’t also on the brink, he woulda stopped right then and there and ruined your orgasm. “Cum f’me. Cum f’me, baby” He moans and the chord in your belly snaps, covering his cock with your juices as you moan his name. He whimpers softly and you feel as he fills you up with his cum. You’re both left panting and after a few moments you two start to laugh softly, looking at the mess you made. Water and bubbles all over the floor, the water in the tub left white and milky and your bodies sweaty and bruised. He looks at you in a way he never has before and he leans down to kiss you sweetly. “C’mon. Stand up and I’ll help you shower” He says with a sweet smile. You have a feeling things are going to be different from now on between you.

#anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker #star wars #star wars fanfiction #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker x reader smut #hayden christensen #hayden christensen x reader #hayden christensen x reader smut #hayden christensen smut #star wars x reader

[merlucide]

Crossdresser x BLLK (2nd) pt2

Notes: SHIDOOOUUU (I’m so sorry if he’s ooc)

warnings: reader is female, cursing, cringe lol

pt1pt2pt3pt4 pt5

ISAGI’S VER KARASU’S VER

2ND SELECTION(SHIDOU’S VER)

Y/N entered the room and looked around for any familiar faces.

Suddenly, a large arm draped over Y/N shoulders. ‘Aye your not ranked to low- join our team!’ A tall, tanned boy with fuchsia eyes asked. 

Y/N was rather put out of by his lack of understanding of personal space. 

Another trailed behind him, he was beefy, big, dark skinned dude and stared into Y/Ns soul.

‘Is thata yes?’ The fuchsia eyed boy peered. 

Apparently she took to long to answer so he did for her ‘perfect, perfect- ‘ her mouth agape, looking at him with pure confusion.

‘ m’ Shidou, he’s Shiguma-Chan and yer’? Shidou asked, sliding himself off of her.

She told him her name and they looked for their first opponent. 

Shidou walked over and pretty much demanded they play against them. 

They agreed and everyone headed to the field.

The opponents were Hiragi, Tanaka, and Haiji.

No one knew anything about each other or their weapons. 

Shidou wouldn’t shut up and Shiguma wouldn’t talk, so there’s that. 

‘You better not get in my way’ Shidou warned as he held to ball, ready to kick off. 

‘That was cocky’ Y/N thought, she rolled her eyes and took position. 

Shidou kicked off the ball rather high, Tanaka charged towards it and passed to Haiji.

They were at halfway mark when Y/N intercepted it and ran down the field. She passed to Shiguma and he shot the ball towards the goal. 

Hiragi dashed to the goal and saved it with a head butt. 

The ball was headed towards Haiji, Shidou was trailing behind him and was about to steal it. Haiji quickly passed to Tanaka, who was by the goal. Tanaka shot into the goal. 

1-0, the game had just start so Y/N tried not to stress to much.

Shidou grabbed onto Shiguma’s jersey. ‘Why’d the hell ya didn’t pass to me?? Hah?? I was fuckin’ open!’ Shidou yanked on him. 

Y/N trotted over towards them trying to pull them apart. Shiguma wasn’t doing anything about it, he just justified his actions by saying Shidou wouldn’t have been able to catch it- which added fire to the pot. 

She was ‘successfully’ able to pull Shidou off of him by reminding him it was just one point and the games not over. 

….

The game finished at 2-3

Shidou scored a goal and Shiguma scored some crazy long distance goal. 

Y/Ns team lost, and Shiguma was picked. She was frustrated, this wasn’t how she planned this to go.

Shidou was pissed. Pissed that he lost, pissed that he didn’t get picked, just overall pissed. 

Shidou snapped at Y/N saying she was ‘fuckin useless’ and ‘coulda passed to me more’.

She was not gonna deal with his bitching.

The both dragged their feet to the losers gate. 

Shidou demanded they have another match this instant. 

The door opened and revealed someone Y/N would never expect to find here.

Kunigami was sitting down rolling his thumb back and forth. His eyes darted to so who was entering the losers section. 

He was also surprised to see Y/N. Shidou peered down at Kunigami, with his hands shoved in his shorts. ‘Play against us’ Shidou demanded, rather boredly.

Kunigami agreed.

It was Kunigami and Reo vs Shidou and Y/N.

‘No hard feelings yeah?’ Y/N asked holding out her hand

‘None’ Kunigami responded and bro-fived her. 

Reo kicked off the game and and Kunigami was headed towards it- Shidou cut him off and kicked it straight into the goal. 

no one was expecting that. 

Y/N scored a goal and Shidou scored 2 more. 

Kunigami and Reo barely reacted to Shidous plays, he was insane. 

It came time to pick to was to join them. Y/N was set on Kunigami, Shidou then spoke up saying he scored more goals so he decides. 

He chose Reo- ignoring Y/Ns objections 

‘I’d rather have purple topknot…than a puny, naïve hero like you. People who can’t destroy themselves.. can never create explosions. Let’s go Y/N-chan.’ Shidou stated as he shuffled back to the winners gate. 

Y/N didn’t know what to say, she felt awful. Kunigami’s soccer career was over, and she part took in the ending of it. 

She whispered a sorry and followed behind shidou with Reo trailing her.

They headed to their new room and Shidou claimed the top bunk bed.

Reo offered to take the bottom bunk, Shidou and Reo headed to the bathroom to shower. Y/N showered when they finished.

Shidou apparently snooped around and got another team to play against them tomorrow, so that was settled.

Shidou got bored rather easily so he just asked Y/N a bunch of dumb questions, or tried to get her to spar against him- she declined. 

Reo just moped around, like a wet noodle.

She just went to bed and got good sleep. 

Next game they won with the score of 3-1, Y/N chose the player Kurona Ranze, he was pretty fast and scored a goal so he seemed pretty solid.

Kurona was low maintenance unlike Shidou and not in a depression like Reo, it was nice to have a normal guy around. It was really cute how he repeated his words.

Another match and they won again with the score of 3-0, Reo chose the player Sokura Testu, he’s chill.

Y/Ns team had all 5 players and were headed to go against the world 5. No one was able to score any goals. Shidou and Y/N got pretty close to scoring but it got blocked or it missed.

They had finished all stages.

Y/Ns team was the last team to finish.

They walked through the sliding doors and Y/N spotted her former teammates in Team Z (Isagi, Bachira, Chigiri, Gigamaru, Igaguri, Raichi)

She waved and smiled at them, happy to see that they made it.

ISAGI’S VER KARASU’S VER

NEXT PART ISNT OUT YET :>

made March 8th 2024

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[jayrlz]

STACY’S MOM PT. 2 – JAY

( but it’s actually her dad )

warnings : VERY explicit smut, dilf!jay x afab!reader, u fuck ur bff’s dad, virgin!reader, reader gets corrupted, jay pretends to be soft but he’s actually a really hard dom, dumbification, a little bit of perv!jay and perv!y/n, breast slapping, spitting, degrading, praising, there’s a lot more ok

read part 1 !

that very day at the pool, in order to barely function, you convinced yourself you had imagined it; that you were so into mr park that it got to your head.

yet, even if you had told yourself it was pure fiction, you couldn’t stop thinking about it.

as you were doing right now, for example.

you were laid on your bed on your back, wearing a small top with some random graphic design; thanks to the comfort of your own house, you happened to be braless. as bottoms, you were wearing some black panties and some shorts which could also be considered underwear if you took in mind their length.

as your mind played any imagine it had caught of jay for as long as you’d known him, your hand had travelled inside your shorts but not inside your panties.

something you’d told no one, not even stacy, was that not only were you a virgin, you also had never gone as far in masturbating as to finger yourself.

at some point, just some random replays of your mind weren’t enough, and so you in full of guilt grabbed your phone.

you opened mr park’s facebook account, and you, in full shame may we add, looked for a specific picture.

there he was, outside of some random fountains at some random expensive vacation, posing in front of them with just his wet swim shorts on.

fuck, his face, his abs, his muscular arms and then the clear outline of his dick. you zoomed in to see more clearly, and everything got too hot for you.

just touching the outside of your clitoris wasn’t enough anymore, and you almost let your fingers explore your hole.

that was of course, before the doorbell interrupted you.

who could it have been at 9 pm? your parents were coming back home tomorrow, and you had no plans with anyone.

you, with a very loud groan, tossed your phone to the side and got up to check on the door.

“ who is it? ” you asked in a clearly annoyed tone.

“ y/n? it’s jay, stacy’s dad. sorry, were you doing something? ”

you pulled the door open and couldn’t even look him in the eyes, considering what you were just doing.

“ m..mr park! what brings you here? ” you asked, trying to adjust your insanely revealing shorts, and somehow adjust so as not to show your very hard by now nipples.

“ your dad had told me to come check up the tv in your room, and he said that you should be home and awake now, so i dropped by after work. ah, you must’ve been busy, i’m sorry. i’ll get going. ” he said and almost turned to leave before you stopped him,

“ no no! it’s okay, ” you awkwardly chuckled, “ come in. ”

in all honesty, you had forgotten that the tv in your room was broken, and you definitely would rather keep at that than bring yourself in the current situation.

but, some twisted part of you got so horny at the thought of jay seeing you like this, that you couldn’t bring yourself to let him down.

“ oh, i also brought the screwdriver! you left it at ours the day you brought it, and i know your dad needs one so i’ll leave it here. ” he said as he held up a red screwdriver, god he was such a gentleman.

and so there you were! jay entering your room, you following behind him, and everything seeming to go smoothly.

emphasis on the seeming, since the second you stepped in, your eyes fell on the open phone screen lain on you bed.

and clearly, it wasn’t just you own eyes.

jay clearly recognised himself at the picture and in almost cocky way he picked up the phone.

“ care to give me some explanation as to why this is here, doll? ”

you could in no way form an actual sentence to respond to him, so you just looked down and gulped.

he grabbed you and pinned you down on the bed, before grabbing your face; forcing you to look him in the eye.

“ what happened baby, are you shying away now? you seemed to have no shame when you were zooming in to my pictures and touching your tight little pussy. ”

he kissed your lips softly and slowly, making sloppy sounds come from the collision.

“ jay, i.. ” you said as you pulled back for a second.

“ mr park. ” he corrected and your face fully flushed,

“ mr park.. i..i haven’t done this before, i’m a virgin.. ” you said in embarrassment, afraid that that’d be a turn off to him.

luckily - or in reality, unluckily for you - a smirk formed on his face as his eyes glowed with something, you couldn’t exactly tell what it was.

he tried to hide his body’s response to your words, “ i’ll totally understand if you don’t want to lose your virginity to me, darling. take your time and don’t push to yourself in anything you might regret. ”

“ n..no, that’s not it, i want to lose it to you mr park! i really really do! ” you desperately said, “ i’m just worried that it might throw you off! ”

“ baby.. ” he said as he caressed your cheeks softly, “ you couldn’t have been more wrong. ” he said in an almost lust full tone.

“ ever since you turned 19, you’ve grown so much, all i can think off is fucking you like the dumb little fuck doll you are, like i haven’t noticed how you behave around me.. ”

he went back to slowly and passionately kissing you with his tongue, as his hands roamed over your upper body, bringing your shirt up.

he pulled back and placed his hand softly under your head, raising it slightly so as to pull your top off.

you almost instinctively and in embarrassment tried to cover your breast with your hands, yet he almost aggressively pulled them off.

coming in contrast with that, he gently held them in his arms, as his fingers brushed up and down on your sensitive nipples, causing you to moan and uncomfortably squirm at the feeling.

he leaned in and took a breast in his mouth, his warm tongue running over your areas and earning back soft whimpers from you.

his hands grabbed onto your short’s and took your underwear along with them, and he then slid the both of them down; taking them completely off you.

he threw your shorts somewhere away and placed your panties in his pocket.

he placed a trace of kisses all along your stomach, reaching your pelvis area.

his hands held your thighs and whilst simultaneously caressing them, he opened your legs up.

“ you have the prettiest pussy i’ve ever fucking seen. ”

he said as he proceeded to place a kiss directly on your clitoris, causing you to moan and sit up.

he continued sucking, licking and placing wet kisses on your sensitive nerves, and he took your sounds as a sign to insert a finger in your hole.

“ j..jay! ” you said in a gasp, and you felt him smirk.

he proceeded to move his finger at a pace you didn’t know was humanly possible, causing you to cry out.

“ i said it’s mr park, sweetheart. ” he said, still keeping the amused look on his face as he added a second finger.

in a moan of messes and tears you fell on your back and grabbed your breast with your right hand.

the second he attempted to add a third finger, you felt your hole clench and your back arch as you experienced your first orgasm.

“ oh no baby, you’ve made daddy’s fingers all messy.. ” he spoke as you were still recovering from it.

he took his fingers off your hole and placed them right in your mouth aggressively, causing you to suck on it.

he lowered his pants just enough to pull his cock out, and you loudly gasped at the size.

after you struggled so much to take just his fingers, you’d definitely not be able to take such a big dick.

he saw the way you stared at it and let out a teasing chuckle.

“ what’s wrong y/n? scared it’s gonna be too big? ”

you moaned as he suddenly placed himself at your entrance.

“ m..mr park, w..wait! ”

he entered himself a little more in, and then softly kissed your lips.

“ are you okay, my love? ” he asked with concern.

you nodded and signalled for him to keep going.

he smiled at the confirmation that this wasn’t giving you unbearable amounts of discomfort, and he kept pushing in, up until it was halfway inside you.

you bit your lip and let out a muffled moan, as he held your arm next to your head.

“ it’s more than halfway in, doll. i know you can take it. ”

soon enough, he was fully inserted in your hole, and he gave you a few second to adjust to his size and the mix of pain, pleasure and stretch.

“ poor little girl, can’t take my cock as easy as you were thinking when you were touching yourself, hm? ”

he said as he slowly and steadily begun moving in and out, earning soft gasps and whimpers from you.

he was filling you up so well, opening your tight hole just enough to fit just his dick. every part of you was so swollen and sensitive, and that’s when he touched your clit.

your feelings and sensations were all getting too much for you, as you were beginning to feel hazy and light headed.

you were softly crying and moaning in repeats at his every movements, everything felf like a dream.

“ m..mr park… ” you barely stumbled out as he abused your swollen and sensitive clit with his hands, and your hole with his big cock.

you felt a knot tie in your lower stomach as you felt a warm liquid run across your chest, realising he had spat on you.

you shut your eyes tightly as you held onto his forearms, letting out a string of begs and his name.

he gave a slap to your tits, “ cum for me, my angel. ”

and so you did, you experienced a harder orgasm than you ever had. your pussy squirted all over jay’s front, and you simultaneously moaned and hiccuped.

you felt his warm cum on your face, adding even more to everything you were feeling, causing you to black out.

you opened your eyes, and found yourself tucked in your bed, completely cleared up and dressed, causing you to understand that this was an insanely realistic wet dream.

well of course, as if mr jay would pull up in your house and just fuck you!

you told yourself and then turned on your side, only to find a red screwdriver on your night stand.

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[jungkook97]

fling;; jjk

pairing: canon idol!jungkook x reporter!reader

word count: 4.6k

rating: ma

genre/warnings: romance, angst

summary: you were interviewing bangtan and couldn't help but felt a level of closeness to the youngest member. soon after, jungkook ended up taking a liking to you, proposing that you two should meet up throughout the week while he was in town for a little fun.

notes: this has been a fantasy of mine. it's angst as usual, but it's more so of lost connections that the boys may have upon going on these promo cycles overseas.

this also exists within the decision to leave jungkook fictional universe from the perspective of the reader.

© jungkook97 2023. do not repost or modify. please ask for permission to translate.

You were nervous. Very nervous. 

Your hands were shaking a bit, clammy as you wiped the sweat off on your dress as you checked your Apple Watch for the fifteenth time. It wouldn’t really change anything but more so of a tick that you had whenever you were nervous.

It was the first time you were assigned to interview with an A-list celebrity, or rather, an A-list group. You followed their careers from nearly the beginning, slowly becoming a major fan (minus the unhinged nature of being a stan, of course). It was as if you were living your dreams out in reality, something that you never thought in a hundred years or even this lifetime that you could do.

And so, you held your breath as the time ticked closer and closer to their arrival. The staff had arrived to go over some topics that you couldn’t talk about, the usual: dating, anything super personal, and anything that would be anti-capitalistic (although you had a feeling that some of the members wouldn’t have minded having such conversations). You knew the drill at that point as you zoned off, thinking about how you would be interviewing the biggest band in the world, talking to them and them actually responding back to you in real time. 

It was hard to grasp for you. Like everyone else, you always saw BTS as a group that meets a lot of people every single day, not really being able to distinguish faces or fully pay attention like operating on autopilot. The idea that they would be perceiving you drove you insane as your heart thumped ever so loudly in your eardrums, wondering who you saved in a past life to deserve interviewing a group you admired for so long.

Eventually, the time came to usher them in, and you held your breath in anticipation, continuing to self-soothe yourself by rubbing your hands on your thighs as they walked in one by one, looking exactly the same. You had seen them in concert in the press boxes, maybe a few times up close as a fan, but having them bow to you in greeting…it was a lot.

“H-hi,” you mustered all the courage to start the greeting, meeting eyes with every single member slowly, taking it all in. They responded, leaving your heart leaping for joy and also with an uncomfortable, but not uneasy feeling in your throat. You felt like it caught a mass while you were waiting for them, but you knew it was just simply nerves. “S-sorry if I’m too nervous around y’all–”

All of them started chuckling, with Namjoon putting his hands up in attempt to comfort you (it did a bit). 

“It is totally okay,” Namjoon spoke in his usual deep voice, perhaps an octave lower than you anticipated. “We get this pretty often, actually.”

You flushed in embarrassment, shifting in your seat trying to feel a bit more comfortable. You could feel the heat of all seven of them having their undivided attention to you, and the studio lights being as hot too. You weren’t sure if you were sweating everywhere else, if you smelled, if you shaved enough to get rid of any peach fuzz, or if you put enough makeup to look just as gorgeous as they were.

It didn’t matter anymore. You were in the moment. Too late to go back now.

You took a quick deep breath, exhaling slowly as you heard your cameraperson stating that they were ready to roll. 

“Let’s begin.”

It was easier than expected. Your nerves got the best of you at first as you stuttered the first few questions out before taking a five minute break. It was embarrassing, but the boys understood, trying to coax you and comfort you by stating that they get it often. 

“Yeah, but I didn’t want to be another young fan acting like a high school girl around their crush!” you laughed, wiping your tears away from the welling of tears as you were overstimulated (you had disclosed to them awkwardly about your neurodivergence, something that Yoongi immediately nodded and expressed his understanding much to your surprise). 

“You’d be surprised,” Namjoon reassured, smiling. “There was a male reporter earlier that kept freaking out about Jin-hyung.” 

“Really?” you chuckled as the members nodded in agreement, talking to their oldest in Korean, probably teasing him. You weren’t fluent in Korean, but you could tell from Jin’s red ears that they were making fun of the situation. 

“Yeah, it was funny,” Hoseok said, his light and bouncy voice filling up the room. He had become as fluent as Namjoon was over the past year after having spent a year in the U.S. after his enlistment. “Like, I think he got a…crush?”

“Ey, no~” Seokjin protested, you understand for him to disagree. He spoke some more, in which the interpreter from the earpiece all of you had translated, “He was a fan of all of us.”

“No, I’m pretty sure it was just you,” Hoseok pressed via interpreter. “I can tell he was one of us,” he pointed to him and Jimin (the both of them had come out to the public two weeks ago together as a part of the LGBTQ+ community). 

“A crush, huh? Worldwide Handsome getting everyone!” you laughed as the interpreter did as well, translating for the rest of the team. Everyone agreed, giggling as well. 

“Can we continue?” Namjoon piped in, his index finger imitating an old film camera rolling. You nodded, gesturing to the cameraman to continue.

You and BTS talked about a lot of things at length, questions that you never thought you would ever say to them. Surprisingly, a lot of the more “controversial” opinions got past the company, perhaps from all the work the boys had done to be as transparent to the fans as possible. Most of what you speculated the boys had felt during their hiatus were validated, and some were debunked to your surprise. You were shocked to learn that most of them had a lot of control over their solo activities, if not complete control despite what the conversation was at the time on Twitter. 

Eventually, the boys turned the mic back to you, asking something that caught you off guard.

“We heard you’re a huge fan of Jungkook’s,” Jimin beamed in mischief, nudging the youngest to pay attention. Jungkook had barely spoken at that point, but you had felt his eyes on you the entire time, getting you a bit flustered sometimes. 

Jimin wasn’t wrong. You were the biggest fan of Jungkook’s, mostly ever since his sudden glow-up with his tattoo sleeve. You had a soft spot for the kid (you were a few years older than him), and seeing him grow into this confident and sexy late-20 something was satisfying for you to see. 

“Y-yeah,” you stuttered out, your hands covering your mouth in shock. “How did you guys know?”

“Ah…” Jimin trailed off, looking towards his other members. “I think Namjoon-hyung found your Twitter fan account yesterday?”

Fuck.

“What?!” you exclaimed, standing up. The members cracked up as Namjoon began to protest, putting his hands up. “You stalked me?!” you asked teasingly.

“No! It’s just…” Namjoon started stuttering as well, caught in the act. “I heard from our translator that you were a big fan and so, I did some digging…”

“Well, you did a lot of digging!” you argued back, laughing and flushing madly. You didn’t want to look at Jungkook at this point, although you felt he was embarrassed based on how much he was shifting in his seat from the corner of your eye. 

You felt like you wanted to die. Die in a sense, you now knew that Namjoon saw your unhinged tweets about the group’s maknae. You wondered how far he scrolled down, if he saw your tweets crying about Jungkook’s sparkly ensemble at the last concert stop a few days ago that amassed to tens of thousands of tweets. You wondered how he even found it, considering that you didn’t even follow your fan account on your public one. Maybe you forgot to unlink it on your YouTube account, or maybe you had accidentally shared the numbers on your Instagram. It didn’t matter: Namjoon found it. 

It grew awkwardly quiet, and you could still feel the gaze from the youngest. You were too scared to even look at him. What if he thought you were insane or unhinged? Did Namjoon even show the tweets to him? You were mortified at the thought of him staring in disbelief. 

What was even worse is that he knew before you guys officially met, meaning he had been staring at you the entire time in silence, probably mortified that an obsessed, crazed fan of his was conducting the interview. In fact, it made sense as to why he was so quiet: he probably was judging you for being batshit nuts on your stan account about him. 

“Ah, I shouldn’t have said that,” Jimin sighed loudly, his words being translated. “Now it’s all awkward…” 

“N-no, it’s okay,” you lied, shuffling your interview cards. “I had a feeling you guys have your burner Twitter accounts just watching us,” you squinted your eyes at Namjoon. His cheeks turned red as you did the same, your heart fluttering. 

“It’s just Namjoon,” Hoseok emphasized, even though you knew that to be a lie. “He has too much time in his hands.” 

“Ey, shut up,” Namjoon said in Korean, chuckling. “Well…don’t you want to say something to Jungkook, maybe?”

You blinked.

“Say what?”

He shrugged, smiling. 

“I don’t know, I thought you guys would be the type to want to say something to someone you really admire. I’m sure Jungkook would like to hear from his biggest fan,” he teased. 

You blushed madly, laughing nervously. 

“I didn’t prepare or anything,” you began making excuses, your eyes slowly moving toward Jungkook’s direction to gauge his reaction. It took a few seconds, probably from the interpreter for him to understand what was going on before he sat up straight immediately, clearing his throat. 

“Yeah!” Jungkook exclaimed a bit too loudly, clearing his throat again. “I wanna…hear.” 

The rest of the members echoed the same sentiments. 

“Ah fuck,” you muttered. Not BTS putting you on the spot to confess your feelings. It wasn’t something you really wanted to do in front of the entire group and the crew, but the crew kept pressuring you to do it. After all, it would make great TikTok content. It was then you turned away from the group, just dying from embarrassment. 

“Come on, it would be so cute,” your PD encouraged you. 

“But it’s so embarrassing,” you whined as you flushed wildly, your back toward the group. “I have so much to say.”

“I’m sure Jungkook wants to hear all of it. He seems to really like you!”

Your heart skipped a beat from hearing that. That was true, the group and you kept having great laughs and teases throughout the entire interview. 

“Fine, fine.”

You took a deep breath, nodding towards Nicole, their interpreter. You could see Jungkook leaning in closer as you began. 

“You’ve always been my favorite,” you began. “And uh, I always admired that you always did what you wanted no matter how many people said you shouldn’t. You’re strong and rebellious, something that I admire because I wish I had half of that strength…”

You closed your eyes at this point, your eyes swirling in its eye sockets. You couldn’t believe you were saying this to Jungkook who was right in front of you. For a moment, you forgot that you were interviewing him, that it was a professional setting. You felt like you needed to say all of this, knowing full well how much Jungkook had felt insecure about his image change and how he was being perceived. He was pretty explicit about that in the recent lives you were able to catch, and you wanted to comfort him. 

“And I know that a lot of people have a lot to say about you, and as an older fan, I just want to say…not all of us are like that. I’m not, at least. I want you to be happy, to be loved, to be able to not be restricted by society’s standards. I want you to know that I will always love you no matter what, that you will always be my favorite person. I hope one day, you will find someone or something that will make you feel like home, Jungkook. I want…” 

You swallowed. 

“I want you to be comforted. And unconditionally loved.” 

You sighed deeply, shaking your head as you opened your eyes, looking right at Jungkook. You felt a bit confident after all of that as Nicole continued translating for him. He was listening intently, crossing his arms trying to digest all that you said. 

“Ah…” he vocalized a few times, nodding his head. His eyes grew glassy as he closed his eyes a bit. 

There was silence, this time more comfortable than before. You held your breath in anticipation, wondering how he reacted to that. Was it too much? Were you being a little too extra? 

Fuck, that was too much was it. 

“I’m sorry if that’s a lot,” you blubbered out, putting your hands up in defense. “I…kind of lost myself there.”

A moment of silence for the translations. 

Jungkook laughed. 

“Ah, it’s okay,” he said in Korean. “Uh…”

He smacked his lips together, his eyes looking at the floor sheepishly. He then looked up at you, his eyes sparkling with genuine happiness and joy. 

“Thank you,” his voice echoed in your skull as he thanked you in English. 

You looked away abruptly, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. It was a lot, and you felt like you could die at any moment. 

“Uh, let’s take a break, yeah?” Namjoon piped in. You agreed, taking your lavalier mic off and running straight to the bathroom. 

Or rather, let’s end this so I can die in a corner, probably. 

It wasn’t long until the interview was over, much to your dismay. While it felt like you were floating on clouds, it felt too short, too professional for your liking. 

Ever since your confession though, you felt a pair of eyes intently following your every movement, or so you thought anyways. You never once coded Jungkook’s stare to be intense, but he was quite attentive after your little spiel, nodding and laughing at your jokes (even though it was off by a few seconds for translations). You wished that you were native in your own tongue, but as the interview went on, you surprisingly knew more than you thought, laughing at the supposed inside jokes they had. You guys went briefly over the infamous dumpling incident, which, at this point, had its own lore. 

The boys felt approachable for once, although you knew for quite some time that they would be. You were similar in age with them after all, the same age as Namjoon give or take a few months. It felt like you were talking as friends rather than an actual interview that you were being paid to do. 

Nonetheless, the interview was a success, and you were packing your things up to go home. 

That was, until Namjoon approached you. 

“Hey,” he began, startling you. Your eyes widened at him coming up, being his normal self. 

“Hey,” you managed to say back, trying not to freak out. Is he about to do what I think he’s about to do? “What’s up?”

“Uh…” Namjoon put his hands in his pockets, smiling sheepishly. “I was wondering if you wanna get dinner with Jungkook and I. He told me he really liked your energy today, and was wondering if we could talk more over some food.”

Holy shit. Is this real?

“Uh….” was all your stupid self could say, gawking at him as if he said something completely unintelligible. “Um…”

Say yes, you asshole.  

“It’s fine if you have to like, uh, edit and shit,” he continued, his eyes averting away from you, his voice trailing off. 

Fuck, dude. Say something back. Say YES. 

“Um…” 

Then, you saw Jungkook at a distance, overwatching the whole conversation. His lips were pursed into a pout, his neck extending toward the direction of you two, perhaps trying to hear what was going on. There was no way you could be making this up. Jungkook seemed… interested in wanting to spend more time with you. 

Romantic? Unsure. But definitely interested. 

This wasn’t the first time a celebrity has asked you to dinner (in fact, you were a looker yourself, whether you liked it or not), but with BTS? They were more definitely out of your league. However, you felt like you had been friendly at this point, so why not? 

“Yeah, why not?”

Dinner was a blast. In fact, it was the most fun you ever had. 

While you and Namjoon exchanged even more funnier quips, teases and passionate arguments about life, you and Jungkook sat next to each other, just feeling rather comfortable. It wasn’t to say that you two were feeling each other up, but Jungkook, an avid fan of Namjoon’s, was taking your side the entire time, initiating contact here and there to definitely show more than just platonic interest. You were taken aback at first, recoiling your hand when he “accidentally” brushed his hands against yours, but after a while, you leaned into him, showing your desire to get closer too.

Jungkook wasn’t as shy as you thought he was, and by the time dinner was over, he was playing footsies with you, his shoulder leaning against your own but disguised as him getting a bit too drunk for everyone’s liking (well, Namjoon’s anyways). Namjoon showed signs of feeling like the major third wheel, but he was, after all, the wingman in all of this, awkwardly smiling his infamous smile when he felt out of place. 

“Ah, you guys look really comfortable, huh?” Namjoon pointed the obvious out in his native tongue as you laughed. Jungkook leaned into you as you cupped his face with the biggest grin ever seen. 

“He’s adorable,” you replied back. “Cuter off-camera, if you ask me.”

“Gag,” Namjoon teased. “You guys need a room?”

You were staring into Jungkook’s doe eyes at this point, the chocolate pools of wonder. He was deeply in love, or at least, enamored by your presence. It turned out he was feeling you as well throughout the interview, and something in the air felt right to him. Not per se, bells ringing in his ear (he was past the romanticism), but he wanted more. So much more than what you two could do in front of Namjoon. 

“Can we use yours, hyung?” 

It didn’t take long before you two fucked after Namjoon and the two of you parted ways. In fact, both of you leaped onto each other madly the moment the door closed behind you. Of course, it was met with the typical NDA the morning after, something that you were quite used to at this point. It was a given that your night with him would be done in secrecy and with a contract to never speak of it, but to be honest, you weren’t planning to do that anyways. Jungkook was yours, even if it was for a split second.

“You’re incredibly beautiful, you know,” Jungkook breathlessly said after some time had passed, your bodies entangled with each other under the pillowy white sheets. “I never felt like I could just connect with someone I just barely knew.”

You grinned back, kissing his lips and the rest of his face. 

“Call it karmic,” you replied back. 

Jungkook, not knowing what the word was, leaned back in confusion. 

“Kar…mic?”

“Uh…” you struggled to find the Korean word equivalent, trying to run through your shoddy vocabulary. “Um…it’s like…fate…?” 

You weren’t sure what the word was, although it seemed to be received well with Jungkook. His pupils grew dilated as his mouth relaxed into a comfortable smile. He closed his eyes, leaning against you. 

“Ah…fate, right?”

You blushed wildly. 

“Yeah…fate.”

For the next week, you two met up every night in between your guys’ respective craziest schedules. Thankfully, it was easy because you were able to attend their next show (at the request from the artist, of course). While the others were in the press box though, you were in the family and friends’ box in which Jungkook may or may not have secretly passed by to steal a kiss or a hug. The two of you had agreed that this would be a short thing, nothing too serious. After all, the language barrier was a bit rough, and you two were working professionals. 

However, you couldn’t help but to feel more of a connection besides a little fling because well, both of you were totally into each other. He eventually gave his personal cell (or at least, the U.S. one he used in the States) to text, something that Jungkook admitted he didn’t do often. Adoringly, he had his read receipts on, and it looked like he always checked to see what you wrote, even if it took a good hour or two to respond. 

“I’m getting better at it, okay? Heh,” he would write, sending butterflies in your stomach. He was making an effort, although you can never be sure if he was like this with other people. Not that it mattered, you knew what it was, and you weren’t going to be caught up in it. 

As the days went on, you and Jungkook started sharing intimate details about each other, something that you only had when it was a real relationship. This confused you, but maybe it was because you used to be the only one who did it as a part of the neurodivergence part of your personality. You found out more about his flings, how much he craved for more than just fucking around.

“I don’t know,” he said one night as you brushed your fingers through his hair, his face buried deep into your chest. “I feel like…you know, I want something more with all of these people. Like…I’m wasting my time whenever I do these things, but…I can’t help it. How can I find someone when I’m Jungkook of BTS?”

It was a lot to take in, but you took it on like a champ. There were thoughts that you wondered what Jungkook would think about, and it felt unreal that he could say all of these things to you in the comfort of his hotel room, away from all the lights and the glitz and the glamour. In this moment, in this scene in your guys’ story together, he was yours. 

“Do you want more?” you asked quietly. You weren’t sure as to what you were saying, but it felt right to ask. 

He shifted his head and moved it up to see yours, closing the gap between you two. 

“Always. I always want to be loved unconditionally.” 

It was getting complicated, fast. 

You weren’t sure how to end it. In fact, time was ending it for you. It was Jungkook’s last day in the States, and it seemed like Jungkook suggested you go on tour with him for the next stop, Central America. While you weren’t entirely opposed to it, you knew where this was going. Last time, a celebrity had suggested that you to do a documentary film on them, and while you were flattered, it was just another way to keep you around at their convenience. 

It wasn’t to say that Jungkook was being selfish. Rather, it was the circumstances that made him think this way. With how restrictive the industry was, and how incredibly famous Jungkook was as well, it was hard for him to see people besides those closest to him, which at this point, had began to warn you during your time in the family and friends’ box at the shows about Jungkook’s quick attachment to people. 

“I know he always says he doesn’t get attached, but he really does,” an ex-fling told you in confidence in between VCRs. “He told me he was going to keep it professional, but the guy lies.” 

You were dreading it. Although you felt great that you slept with your favorite, it wasn’t your intention to get anything more out of it because well, what is there left? You signed an NDA, the company regularly asked if you two used a condom…it was getting invasive, weird, and it was starting to turn you off.

And so, the last night came through and you two met up again. This time, you knew it was the last time, and to Jungkook, maybe the start of something new. 

As you began to pack up your things, Jungkook laid on the bed sprawled out underneath the sheets. 

“So…Mexico…” he began. You sighed, knowing it was coming. 

“No, Jungkook,” you replied, turning toward him. “As much as I liked this, I can’t travel with you.” 

“I’m not asking for you to travel with me,” he rebutted, sitting up and grabbing his shirt to put it back on in one hand. “I’m just saying, come with me to the next show! It would be great coverage for the magazine.”

“Jungkook-ah, that’s not how it works,” you doubled down, zipping up your weekend bag before putting your jacket on. “I have to get approval from my editor. Plus, people are starting to talk, and frankly, I started getting texts from your fans about us.”

There it was, what you had been hiding. Honestly, you were used to it from the last celebrity you hooked up with, but this time, his fans, or his stalkers to be exact, knew everything about you, threatening to ruin your life if you didn’t stop fucking him. It was getting emotionally taxing, but you wanted to hide that from him. After all, you were confident that wasn’t his first time hearing this. 

“They’re not my fans and you know this,” he argued, now getting up and putting on his Adidas track pants. “The real ones will know it’s a little fling.”

“Do they though? Do you though?” 

There it was, the hard truth. 

Silence enveloped between you two, and Jungkook stood there in the dark with his hands in his pockets. He was staring at you, his eyes clearly pleading for you to not leave. 

“Don’t leave,” Jungkook’s words came after. “I know this seems a lot, but I really like you. We can make it work.”

Make it work…as if that could ever be a thing. 

You walked toward Jungkook with your weekender bag slung over your shoulders. Slipping your shoes on as well, you came closer to him, his breath hitched as you leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. 

“I’m sorry, Jungkook,” you began. “We can’t keep doing this. This is our last night together.”

He exhaled sharply, his eyes closing slowly. 

“I know.”

It didn’t take long before you two blocked each other on everything, pretending that you two didn’t exist to each other. It took a few more weeks before the fans stopped bothering you, probably focusing on the next fling Jungkook had. 

And so there it was, you had a fling with one of the biggest stars in the world. 

If only you knew what would happen next.

END. 

#jungkook #jungkook angst #jungkook x reader #writing #mine #this jungkook has been haunting my dreams for ever tbh bc you know. i'm in media and i can't imagine being in this position kdlahglshg #he totally would be so in luv but knows it can't go any further than that you know #but yeah i figured i can make a bit of a wong kar wai universe thing for decision to leave jungkook to flesh him out better #and someone did request to make stories in the pov of the reader so here u go! #yes i left it like that on purpose haha #dtl

[perfectlovevn]

I made something to store my notes and endings for the game I was able to find most of these on my own, except for how to acess true ending and 2 other notes. it took me a VERY long time of putting in names to see if there would be any reaction, i was really hoping setting the nickname to "love bug" would have a interaction considering how Milo doesnt like bugs. I noticed in the true ending that there was a red light flickering in the top, I tried clicking it and it did nothing, does it hold any significance? i think it could be morse code but im not too sure. Simply cannot overstate how much I love this game, ive replayed it many times so far, i never played a visual novel before except for john Doe. I also never used tumblr but decided to just say how much I love your game! this is a masterpiece, good job on the sounds and music throughout it all, also, sorry if there are any grammar mistakes, english isnt my mother tongue. Love from portugal!! :)

Whoa?? That’s amazing?? I’ve looked at this list a couple of times after receiving this ask and I’m still in shock and awe that there are a lot of you guys who are willing to put in the time and effort to make lists and charts for my game.

Love bug is actually such a cute nickname that I’ll probably add it to the update as an Easter egg. Milo does respond to some other bug nicknames like moth and firefly though that is mostly because they’re tied with some of the yandere vn Easter eggs that you can get if you rename Eris after a yandere in one of those games. Thinking in on this, I might add some more bug related names as Easter eggs (both good and bad) to the update if possible.

Oh, haha, I’m flattered you thought of Morse code for that but it’s likely a sketch that I might have accidentally put in the background that I didn’t hide since I tend to sketch out my drawings in bright red or blue. I’ll see if I can fix that mistake in the update.

Thank you so much!! I think it’s amazing that so many people made or started accounts on tumblr and itchio just to interact with me or say how much they like my game (right now Perfect Love is floating around on the main itchio game page which is insane to me considering there are probably like hundreds of thousands of games on there. It’s also really cool that so many people around the world are having fun playing my game!

Also I think it’s kind of funny when people are like Milo means dear and beloved it must be deliberate when in actuality it was a happy accident and I was trying to find a name that was similar to the word Chameleon.

#perfectlovevn #male yandere #yandere #yandere boy #yandere vn #milo asks

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

hi there! im wondering if you have any fics recs for an au where peter doesnt get blipped? or also any OP/insanely strong peter fics you enjoy? i’m fairly new to reading spiderman fics and would love any recs! thanks!! 💖

Hi!! Sorry it took so long to respond. It's been a busy couple of weeks!! But I totally have a few BAMF Peter Parker fics in my bookmarks! And one very good fic where neither Tony nor Peter blipped.

🕸 to fear and to fly by idyllic_dae Rated T

“You’ll come to learn that there’s only one thing worse than having nothing.” Trying to hold onto his fight, Peter shoots back, “Yeah? And what’s that?” “To have nothing, after being able to believe you could have everything.”

The streets are dirty, crowded, and the jagged bumps in the asphalt are hardly comfortable to sleep on. They’re home, though.

Peter is just about finished with New York City. It’s gotten impossibly harder to find even a scrap of food, and what little belongings he does have are unlikely to keep him alive through the winter. And the memories. God, the painful memories here.

So he saves up. Makes a plan to get out of there.

Then, somehow, he accidentally saves Tony fucking Stark from a gang of eight mercenaries, and the majestic plan disintegrates into ash.

The worst part about it, he knows, isn’t even that he met Tony. It’s that Tony met him.

^^ This one is incomplete still but it is SO VERY GOOD.

🕸 Trojan Teenager by Sara (ctrsara) @ctrsara Rated T

Tony, Peter, Happy, and Daren make a trip to California during Peter's Spring Break, both to get some business done at SI-Malibu, and to look into another hotspot for the human trafficking ring they've been trying to break down. As it often does when self-sacrificial Spider-kids are involved, things go a little off the rails.

^^ This one is part of a series but can be read alone. However, I highly recommend the whole series! It's crazy creative and super well-written.

🕸 turn back the clock (and I'll try again in the morning) by madasthesea @madasthesea Rated T

Peter gets stuck in a time loop. In it, he lives through some of his worst nightmares, only to wake up that morning and have no one remember. He needs Tony to help him get through.

And if that isn't bad enough, his identity is revealed over and over, every day.

^^ This fic has me on the edge of my seat every time I read it, I swear

🕸 The Worst Field Trip by mak5258 Rated G

Peter's kidnapping (Before You Go, chapter 40) from other POVs.

^^ This is part of a much larger series but can be read alone. It's sooo good! If you're looking for a longer read, it's parent fic, Before You Go , is also great.

🕸Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spider by Bergen Rated T

“Tony fucking Stark,” Clint says, and he points at the black smoke. “Did you blow up that base, you piece of shit?” “Absolutely not. I almost got blown up with it.” Clint is not alone. A few yards behind him, a scrawny figure halts and squints at Tony from underneath a frayed baseball cap. Sunken eyes. Dressed in a black undershirt and cargo pants. Can’t be older than eighteen. “What are you doing here?” Clint jerks his head at the boy behind him. “SHIELD mission. Extracting a hostage.” Tony glances back at the teenager, whose face has now morphed into something entirely impassive. “He seems thrilled about his rescue.” — Tony is roped into a mission to transport a teenager to safety. But when things go south, it soon becomes more and more puzzling who the teenager is and what ‘safety’ means for him.

^^ Oh my goodness. This one has a super strong stoic Peter, who also manages to (eventually) be so super soft. I love everything by the writer, honestly.

🕸 Peter Protection Protocol by JAWorley Rated T

"The hell?" Knife guy breathes. He looks at Tony, and then back at the suit. Ned can hear the wheels spinning in his mind. If I have Iron Man, then who is in the suit?

There’s silence for a second, then another. Everyone waits with baited breath until Peter’s tinny voice comes out of the suit. “Give me back my Tony.”

OR

Peter’s class barely makes it in the door to Stark Industries for their field trip when they find themselves in a hostage situation. Peter and Ned know exactly what they have to do to save Mr. Stark from the bad guys. A short fic that’s supposed to be fun and easy to read. Not crack, just fun. Minor angst near the end.

^^ This author has SO MANY super fun and amazing fics, but this one definitely fits the BAMF Peter Parker bill.

Insane Mistakes Everybody Makes by Fluencca Rated T

The Avengers' kids are kidnapped for leverage and ransom. Tony tries to find them, while Peter--who somehow is part of this mess--tries to keep the kids safe.

^^ Love this one so much. It has all the amazing BAMF Peter.

🕸 Survivor's Guide to The Galaxy by fanfic1892 Rated T

Space rock crunched under Peter’s armor-clad feet and he dropped his hand from his eyes, turning to Tony. "Mister Stark," he said softly. "What do we do now?”

The question was entirely reasonable, Tony supposed, but being the one expected to answer it was like an infinity gauntlet punch to the gut. (Now there was a unit of measurement he could submit to the CGPM.)

Or: In a billion-to-one cosmic fluke, Tony and Peter both survive the snap and are left alone on Titan with an alien spaceship and no plan in sight. Peter’s presence brings Tony to make a tough call: diverting their course away from Earth in search of food and fuel. With the galaxy in shambles and no clear route home, the two survivors must carve out a path of their own somewhere in the great infinity.

^^ This is one of my favorite fics of all time.

As usual, I could go on for days with fics I love and would love to share with others. But we'll stop here for now. lol. And look! I didn't even self-promote this time! Thank you so much for asking. Don't forget to leave kudos and comments!!

#irondad fic rec #irondad fic recs #bamf peter parker #peter parker #tony stark #marvel #spider-man #iron man #mcu #irondad and spiderson #fic rec list #must read! #some o my favorite stories

[theultimatepumpkinpie]

I have always felt the Drifter and Tenno being the same person opened up a LOT of possibilities, and intresting ideas and want to know your thoughts on the two, because I think you have got some of the best views on these two one person duo ever

Because I've always felt both are incredibly intelligent but in different ways, the Operator knows all these Orokin mannerisms and ideals, they're calm, collected, they have emotional outbursts when in serious situations but are normally incredibly calm and they in the end never get so pissed it causes problems, they understand their weapons perfectly, they are probably more comfortable piloting a warframe then they are walking around themselves

The drifter while less intelligent in fields of study they make up for it in something the Operator does not have, being far more willing to take risks and being physically stronger and also extremely quick on their feet, still incredibly intelligent and even grasp many ideas the Operator cant, such as how Durviri works, how the Zariman can be a meeting point for the two, then theres also their ability to survive, they Survived Durviri and set up camp in the woods and Survived there for a long time, alone, outside of Ordis and a near dead Lotus, they crafted their own weapons, own gear, own tools, they didn't have magic void powers but they were absolutely going nuts and dropping grineer, corpus, even killed off two sentient prime warframe hybrids with a bow and arrow and their own wits to stay alive

The Operator is a more classic intelligence, this proper and well mannered void child and the Drifter is a more survival smarts person, sure they cant do all the fancy stuff or fully understand a warframe like the Operator but they don't need the Warframe to survive, they're a capable fighter without and with the warframe

Why thank you so much <3 I am absolutely not normal about these two and I’m always glad to hear that people enjoy that lol

You are absolutely right, they are both intelligent in those, different ways and yet still somewhat manage to seem like the same original person due to subtle personality ques. The reason behind the differences is likely due to their upbringing. Like the whole nature & nurture instead of the “or” argument.

Like you said the operator lends a lot of their calmness and manners to the orokin’s rule. Their training during the old war would have demanded them to be so as well as discipline towards combat. Their difficulties with managing their void powers as well as their youth could contribute to those outbursts you mentioned. The fact that they are more skilled and comfortable in the warframes is cause of the sheer amount of time they were in them as well as the time spent in the second dream after their re-awakening. And personally, I believe that part of it is also an escape from their trauma as well as someone to share and heal from the pain with (the warframes themselves as who they used to be).

As for the drifter, they were all alone with nothing more than books and videos and whatever was left on the zariman as they were never rescued. Without much to answer to discipline would take time to acquire and would have mostly been from their survival. They learned a lot of those skills you mentioned on the job and in a similar way it was their situation that demanded that of them. And they took of the mantle insanely well.

But without any real people to answer to, (only ever having people they brought to life from a book) they would not have needed to adopt the same manners. They could just be themselves in any situation and still get the job done which made them a lot more carefree in the end.

I absolutely love these characters more than I ever thought I would and I love trying to get inside their heads (and there is no short of subtleties to sort through for that) and based on what I’ve noticed from them, I think you got them down pact.  

(also sorry this took awhile to respond to, asks are unreadable on my phone and my brain is made of mice who don’t want to sit still)

#warframe #warframe spoilers #character thoughts

[oqlixsreads]

𝗜 𝗗𝗢𝗡’𝗧 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗔𝗡𝗬𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗖𝗵. 2

summary// y/n can see eddie drifting away so easily for someone else, how would he feel when he has to watch you go through what he saw with chrissy? or could he possibly prevent it?

warnings + content warning// angst, fluff, break ups, cursing, mentions of drugs, death, SPOILERS FOR s4, lmk if i missed some

a/n: i am so so sorry this took so long for me to post, also this isn’t an insanely long fanfic. sorry if your tag isn’t there for some reason usernames ain’t popping up🗿

y/n woke up to the max and dustin screaming in the walkie-talkie “y/n? this is a code red, wake up!” snatching it from the nightstand while groaning from the loud voices. “yeah, yeah. code red, what the fuck do you want?” they pushed off of the bed and walked over to the door.

the house was quiet. way too quiet for their liking. but there was eddie asleep, leaning on the wall. beside the bedroom y/n had previously been in. they cursed at their self, for dismissing everything he said last night. a part of them was hoping it was all a dream and the two of them went back to no contact.

he flinched awake from the noise, and rubbing the tiredness from his eyes. they just watched not knowing what move to take yet. but snapped back into reality when dustin said they’ve brought food for eddie and will be there in a bit. “doesn’t sound like a code red to me dustin”. y/n rolled their eyes making their way to the couch with eddie trailing behind.

“yeah, whatever we needed to get your attention somehow.” they stopped responding when eddie sat down next to them. “how was your sleep?” y/n’s eyebrows knitted together, but remembered how they didn’t have a nightmare this time. “it was fine?” “listen uh- about last night, i just-” “you don’t have to say anything eddie.” he placed his hand onto their thigh “no i do, i know i apologized. but that wasn’t enough, i should’ve said more. I really do love you, y/n. I..i’m aware that i was being a total jerk, and i know sorry won’t do anything to fix us but i need you to know how much i regret saying those words.”

y/n inhaled sharply. “i’m not going to forgive you so easily eddie, i wish you understood how bad i felt, when i noticed you were paying attention to her, not me. canceling on dates, never kissing me, you made me think i wasn’t good enough.” eddie’s grip on their thigh tightened making his knuckles go white. and y/n’s face scrunched up in pain.

“because you’re not good enough.” with every word that came out of his mouth his voice got deeper. the house got darker, and thunder could be heard in the distance. “eddie, let go that hurts.” they uttered trying to remove his arm however it only got tighter.

“you’re almost out of time y/n.” they looked up in horror seeing the thing harshly gripping their leg. that was not eddie. then that damn clock. it all just started out as nightmares but now? y/n was full on hallucinating. eddie was shaking them “y/n not you too.” his hands were cradling their face, this was too familiar to him. “fuck! please y/n wake up.”

the there it was again, except it was in front of them, there in person. not a dream, the noise that made their head start pounding, making it feel like the room was spinning. “let go of me!” y/n quickly got up from the couch only for the atmosphere to go back to its original state. “Y/N!”

at this point they were full on convinced that they were surely going insane. their heart was practically beating out of their chest, while eddie watched in concern but was just as equally terrified. y/n headed for the door, hyperventilating and shaking. eddie followed yelling after them down to the lake.

“hey, hey, hey it’s alright calm down.” he spoke with a shaking voice. “just go back inside i just need to be alone for a minute.” they brushed him off while they rubbed their temples attempting to sooth their headache, staring off into space “your eyes-they looked just like-chrissy’s eyes.” eddie whispered nervously “what?” they whipped around staring at him like he just killed their entire family.

just in time max and the others pulled up with bags for eddie.

“we need your help y/n.” max worded out hesitantly. “with what?” “well. we don’t exactly know yet.” steve scratched the back of his neck realizing they really aren’t exactly sure where to start at.

all of them except eddie of course walked back to the car, till he grabbed onto y/n’s arm. “what is it?” they said eyeing him up and down. “you’re-okay? right?” fear was written all over his face. “huh?” tears were beginning to form in his eyes threatening to stream down his face. “i was scared. that what happened to her was about to happen to you.” a tear rolled down to his cheek before they wiped it away.

“i can’t lose you again, not in the worst way possible.” “eddie, i’ll be fine. i swear, but i need to go now.” he sighed and pressed a kiss onto their forehead. he watched them get into the car and saw their friends staring in utter disbelief.

the care ride was silent. “so if no one’s gonna say it i will.” robin broke the quietness in the car. “what the fuck did we just see?” “i uh- don’t really know.”

meeting with nancy at her friends crime scene. another teenager, fred. who died the night prior when him and nance were gathering more in tell on the murder at the trailer park.

fred and chrissy. two every odd people to go missing, who which have no correlation. “why them?” “maybe wrong place wrong time? they were both at the game.” “and the trailer park.” y/n looked hesitant at first. “we’re at the trailer park.” making the six turn their heads scoping out their surroundings. “maybe we shouldn’t be here” they suggested.

until nancy spoke up remembering fred’s actions “there’s something about this place though. he started acting weird the moment we got here. like scared, on edge.” “max said chrissy was scared too.” directing their attention onto her. “yes but not here, in the bathroom at school”.

y/n brought up how serial killers would stalk their prey before actually killing their targets. “the vec-man whatever.” robin mumbled “um vec-NA.” dustin corrected. “whatever his damn name is guys, it doesn’t matter. if they saw a monster thing, i would’ve mentioned it to at least someone.” “maybe they did. i saw chrissy walk out of Ms. Kelly’s office. i mean if you go to the police about a monster they would never believe you. but a school counselor? maybe.”

they all headed towards the car with nancy going back to hers. all of them decided her and robin would split up so she could gather some information on a man who had similar things in the past. victor creel. while max had an idea.

steve, dustin, and y/n stared as max quickly ran out of Ms. Kelly’s house, with a key in her left hand into the car slamming the car door behind her. “drive.” and telling lucas he needs to meet them at the school.

the four of them walked through the empty, dark and quiet hallways until reaching the counselors office. rummaging through the file cabinet that had just been unlocked, searching for symptoms chrissy had experienced before some recent events..

y/n and max read it together while steve and dustin read the one on fred, these symptoms looked every familiar to y/n but not just them, max too. “not sure what we’re looking for here, they’re both mentally ill?” steve spoke scanning through the papers. “STEVE?” y/n looked at him with a ‘are you serious’ face. “alright jeez.” he muttered throwing his hands up in defense.

y/n noticed how max wasn’t moving or talking “max?”

“it was here. right here.” by this point nancy and robin had met up with the group, now they were all gathered in the hallway. “what was here?” “a grandfather clock.” y/n’s face scrunched your together. “you see it too?” their attention turned onto them now.

“so the two of you are just going insane or what?” dustin smacked the back of steve’s head “dude?” “it was like she was in a trance. just like eddie said happened to chrissy.” y/n thought of when they were back at the lake, we’re they going to die too? “that’s not even the worst part.” “fred, and chrissy were experiencing the same things.”

“headaches that just wouldn’t go away, nightmares, trouble sleeping, waking up in a cold sweat, then they were seeing things…bad things, from their past. visions that kept on getting worse and worse until. they ended.” “vecnas curse.” “the headaches started a week ago for chrissy, six days ago for fred.” max paused looking up at the group.

“i’ve been having them for four days.” then y/n spoke up “i’ve been having them for five.” their voice cracked “what happened to max, happened to me. earlier at reefer ricks house. eddie said i was acting how chrissy was.” they rolled their eyes when tears started to fall. “what if i’m next? i mean- i just saw that goddamn clock so how much time do i even have left? and max? how much time do we have.”

the air was thick. nobody knew what to say they all looked stressed. “looks like i’m gonna die tomorrow.”

something creaked from outside the room, walking closer to the sound quick steps were approaching them. while steve was ready to hit whatever was coming towards them with a lamp he snatched beforehand.

someone ran out from the opposite hallway and everyone screamed “ITS ME. ITS ME.” “lucas!?” “the hell sinclair? i could’ve taken you out with this lamp!” lucas was catching his breath and walking around a bit “sorry about that guys. i was hiking for- eight miles. but we have a code red. i’ve been with jason, patrick, and andy and they gone completely off the rails.”

“what are you talking about.” “they’re trying to find eddie and they think dustin knows where he is.” he swallowed “you are in terrible danger.” “yeah, yeah that definitely sucks but we got bigger problems than jason right now.” dustin said brushing it off and turned to y/n.

who was going to die tomorrow.

who as only worried about seeing eddie again.

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#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things smut #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson angst #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #steve harrington x reader #stranger things x reader #nancy stranger things #robin buckley

[one-idea]

HIII it's me again :D glad to hear you're doing well!! I hope life is being kind to you <3

of course, take your time to get to this part of the story!! I hope you end up liking sabo as well !! and get ready for the heartbreak of marineford... no really, get a few tissues because there are gonna be tears

coming back to the au, your ideas continue to amaze me, I swear I had this exact expression of shock 😲 reading everything, ITS SO GOOD !!! it's very in character for whitebeard to want to take responsability of blackbeard's actions and appear to help luffy, and of course shanks is going to help his boy (also, don't wanna spoil too much, but he gets there late for reasons and IMAGINE him seeing he failed to protect the sweet boy he was confident would become the new king of the pirates, that he passed his precious hat to... he'd be blaming himself so hard and I'm here for it!)

now that's pretty much what happens in canon, but throw in the revolutionary army in the mix?? PERFECTION !!! of course Dragon would want to save his son, so it'd make sense for him to send some people to help, and who better than the boy he trained himself, sabo? there's no way that could go wrong, right ^^ (it's going to go terribly!)

the idea of sabo meeting with his brothers but not recognizing them... acting like strangers... then gaining back his memories... being right there seeing with his own eyes when it all goes down and not being able to do anything about it, to save his little brother (who he's just starting to remember is his little brother at all)... and worse, thinking he lost BOTH of them at once, right when he got his memory of them back... I'm going insane just thinking about it !!! the guilt this boy feels in canon is already off the charts, imagine in this scenario in which he was THERE and still it didn't change a thing and his baby brother died right in front of him??? he's gonna be consumed by it, probably won't feel worthy of daring to show his face to ace after everything and trying to isolate himself to wallow on his guilt and self-hatred... we love emotionally unstable blorbos in this house!! god help koala and olivia who will have to deal with this mess. and then sabo and ace will have no choice but to meet in dressrosa and that's! gonna be fun! not for them... but for us it will!

THE KOBYFICATION OF DEUCE. YOUR BRAIN IS HUGE!!!! THIS IS GENIUS!!! deuce running his anti marine propaganda newspaper is so important to me... him joining the revolutionary army... it's everything I could ever ask for... and the acedeuce beloveds... with the added bonus of that awkward moment when your coworker/boss is your crush's brother AND your crush's mother figure is also your coworker and hears you gush about him

isuka mention !!! she's such a cutie, glad to see she's here too !! also her taking the role of ace's marine rival is just perfect

sorry I got way too excited with this but your au is just way too amazing <3 thank you once more for sharing your ideas!!

🐝

I’m so sorry I took so long to respond to this.

I’m very afraid of getting to Marineford. My mental health can’t deal with the stress at the moment.

But yes you get it. Sabo and Ace working together to save Luffy without realizing it.

Like Ace just wants to get Luffy out of Impel down and this masked loser is slowing him down. How dare he!

Meanwhile Sabo has the biggest headache (particularly from his memories trying to resurface) because Ace is the most reckless person to ever live. He’s going to get them caught! Stop attacking everyone!

These two just can’t work together because Ace is in panic mode and this person who is only here to save Luffy because Dragon sent him can’t possibly understand the stress Ace is under. How important Luffy is.

Sabo (at the time) doesn’t get it. He needs to get his bosses son out of here. He gets that his adopted older brother is emotional but just calm down and think!

Later Sabo, with all of his memories will look back at this time and wonder. If I had let Ace rush it. If we were both fighting desperately for our little brother, could we have gotten to Luffy in time?

Even later when the meet at Dressrosa and Ace puts together just who the Masked loser in impel down was. When he realizes it was Sabo who “slowed him down” (kept him alive!) he has no idea how to feel. Enraged (why didn’t Sabo care about Luffy) confused (this couldn’t be their brother) desperate (one of his brothers is here, he’s not alone) upset (where was Sabo the past two years? Past 12? Ace needed him! Luffy needed them!) and fury (Luffy will never get to be with both his big brothers every again. He died think Sabo was gone)

Needless to say Ace has a lot of BIG feelings the day Sabo walks back into his life.

Back to Deuce!

I love him so much. His anti-marine paper is so important to me to. Like his dream is to be a writer. Let him write. Let him tell the world exactly what the Marines and pirates do. Let him tell the world about liberated countries and the injustices of the world government.

People say he’s afraid to show his face and that’s why he wears a mask and uses a fake name. But Deuce has never been more himself. He’s never been truer to himself than when he goes by the name Ace gave him.

He tells everyone how amazing the reverse strawhats are. And you best believe when Ace’s lineage gets out he’s writing about not only Ace’s character (how he saves people because he wants to, how no man should be judged by who their father is) but he’s doing his research on the original pirate king and just destroying all the lies the world government circulated about him. The public conscious changes. Roger’s wasn’t a horrible person, in fact he helped a lot of people. And even if he wasn’t should they really hold a son accountable for his father?

(This is after Luffy’s death and you best believe Deuce dragged the Marines for filth over that. The public knows Luffy as a 16 almost 17 year old who never left his home island. Sure he was a bit wild but everyone liked him. He never hurt anyone. And yet the government killed him because of what his father, who he never met, had done. Deuce ran them over the coals. He couldn’t stop what happened at Marineford. The revs wouldn’t even let him go to fight (he was to important by then) but he’s not going to have the last picture Ace has of his little brother be the one the papers ran with Luffy dying in Ace’s arms. Every piece he writes about Luffy he tries to find an old photo from Dawn island or Dragon’s surveillance to attach to the article. It drives home that he was just a boy, while also giving Ace new picture of his precious brother to cherish.

Speaking of Acedeuce. Deuce suffers those two years Nico Olive is there. It’s already awkward enough that Sabo, who has heard him talk about how down bad he is for Ace for two years, turns out to be Ace’s brother. But Nico Olivia? He never knows peace.

On one hand it’s nice. She helps him write his pieces about Luffy. (Ace told a lot of stories during their 3 years together) in exchange she gets a nice copy of every picture they find of Luffy and Ace from Dragon’s surveillance (he definitely had people watching over his boy) she collects them to give to Ace when they reunite.

On the other hand, she is relentless. Constantly teasing Deuce about his crush. (She’s met him before. In the early days of his paper before he was recruited by the Revs.) constantly asking when he was going to ask her captain out? When the wedding would be? Should he be joining the crew once they were official?

Deuce thinks she’s just teasing him. And he could live with it, if she didn’t make it sound like Ace wanted him to. (Baby is in hard core denial that his feelings could be returned)

Nico Olivia does not see herself as cruel. She is asking honest questions. To her (and the crew) Ace’s crush on Deuce was obvious. The question was never Ace’s feelings but Deuce’s though Olivia knew from the way Deuce wrote about Ace that he must have feelings for her captain, it was nice to have it confirmed by the other Revs. (Koala makes fun of Deuces crush at all times, especially now that it makes Sabo squirm because that’s HIS big brother they are talking about!) to Olivia she can’t see why the two boys wouldn’t get together. (After Ace has had time to grieve and process his loss of course)

Her captain deserves good things. He early lets himself want, believing he does not deserve the goodness of the world. Olivia violently disagrees. She wants her boy happy. And Deuce is a great young man who would make her boy happy. Sure she might be a little pushy, but she’s not getting any younger. Excuse her for wanting to see her kids get married before she dies. (She’s not dying anytime soon, but she will use guilt to her advantage if it will make these two knuckle heads get it together sooner rather than later)

#one piece #monkey d. luffy #fire fist ace #portagas d. ace #one piece ace #reverse strawhat pirate au #masked deuce #revolutionary sabo #one piece sabo #nico olvia #acedeuce #Sabo remeber who Ace and Luffy are right as he watches one of them die is the coldest thing I’ve done in a while. and I stand by it #deuce deserves to have his own paper. spread the truth Deuce! #Nico Olivia watching the pinning mess that is Acedeuce form both sides: you need to get it together #i want to see my kid married! (with grandkids please)

[jessybarnes]

Scream

Title: Scream

Pairing: Vampire!Bucky Barnes x Human!Female!Reader

Rating: 18+ Only! Minors DNI!

Word Count: 624

Tags: Smut, daddy kink, restraints, choking, Bucky is a vampire, oral fixation, pet names, begging, breath play, possessive behavior, orgasm denial, implied edging, oral sex (female receiving), and I think that's it.

Written For: @kinktober2022, @anyfandomaubingo, and @buckybarnesbingo

Square(s) Filled: Daddy Kink for Kinktober // Human x Vampire for AFG AU Bingo // and Free Space for Bucky Barnes Bingo

Beta(s): None

“Well, well, well, sweetheart...I didn’t think you’d be able to hold out for this long…”

Bucky stalks up to you, his eyes traveling the length of your bound form. It had been almost two months since he’d become a vampire. Your heart longs to have your Bucky back. The conditioned, stealthy, partner who saved your ass too many times to count, but your body craves this new version of him. 

Most people would call you insane for making yourself this vulnerable to a creature of the night, but deep down, he’s still your Bucky. The one who took you in when you had nowhere else to go. The one who used to stay up late watching Disney movies and eating junk food with you, and the one who made love to you under the stars on summer nights. Most of all, he’s still the one you fell in love with. You know he’s still in there, he has to be, and that no matter how corrupted his soul is, you trust he’ll never intentionally harm you.

“Bucky… p-please…”

His eyes become perilous, narrowing to thin slits and his hand wraps dangerously around your throat. 

“What did you just call me, Y/N?”

Realization hits you like a freight train. When you’re with him like this, tied up and at his mercy, you’re only allowed to call him Daddy. You immediately try to backtrack, hoping to fix your slip-up. 

“I-I’m sorry, Daddy…”

Bucky’s hand tightens just the right amount to block your airway, his cock pushing against the fabric of your panties.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, and here I was about to reward you. You were doing so well, sweetheart.”

A whimper of frustration is all you can muster. You’ve been restrained to these boards for nearly forty minutes, and he hasn’t touched you where you desperately needed him to yet. You feel your arousal dampen the thin material as you try desperately to gain any sort of friction. Bucky knows how badly you need to cum, and he also knows he’s the only one who can make you do it. 

“Daddy… please I-I… need you.”

His menacing smirk nearly draws a moan from your lips, but you know better than to break any more of his rules. Before you can blink, he rips what little clothing you’re wearing off and sinks to his knees. His hooded eyes stare into yours, the deep stormy blue almost putting you in a trance when they suddenly flick to a deep, burgundy. He utters only one word, before devouring your pussy with his skilled tongue and sharp teeth. They don’t cut you, but the drag of them on your sensitive skin makes you shiver. 

“Mine.”

From the moment you met him, you knew he had an oral fixation. There wasn’t a time when he wasn’t either eating, licking his lips, or chewing on a pen cap. What you didn’t know, however, was how good he was at this. You’re right there, so close to falling over the edge when he pulls away, his red eyes piercing your own once again. 

“Oh no, princess, you don’t get to cum yet. Only good girls get to do that. Don’t you remember what you did? Hm? Calling me by my name? I’ve got the perfect punishment for you to learn your lesson though. I’m going to devour this sweet little cunt of yours, and you can’t cum until you’re loud enough for my liking. Do you understand?”

You can barely think straight, let alone respond. Your walls flutter around nothing at his words, but you somehow give him the answer he wants. 

“Y-Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Now, do me a favor, sweetheart, and let me hear how loud you can scream.”

#j snow writes #buckybarnesbingo2022 #buckybarnesbingo #anyfandomaubingo #kinktober2022 #kinktober 2022 #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader x steve rogers #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #james buchanan barnes x reader #james buchanan barnes x you #james buchanan barnes x y/n #james bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes x you #james bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x f!reader #bucky x female reader

[powermakar]

Just Not Enough - owen power

Ok so I know that I haven't posted anything in two months (which I am extremely sorry about) all of my classes have been kicking my ass this year and yeah :)

Summary: You open up to Owen about your struggles with everything.

Note: So basically 98% of this is based off of my personal experiences and what I have been struggling with mentally through this year or previous years. Also for the sake of this let's just pretend Owen still goes/plays for Umich.

Warnings: Like 2 swear words, talk of mental health, and struggles with eating. Please let me know if there is anything else I should add.

Words: 921

Overworked and exhausted. That's what you were. Trying to keep up with all of your classes, work your part-time job, maintain a normal sleep schedule, and make time for your boyfriend Owen was taking a major toll on your mental health. 

“Come on Y/n just take a break already, you’ve been working on this organic chem for hours now”, Owen says taking your pencil out of your hand. 

“Owen I really can’t I have an exam in two days and I have no clue what we are even doing. Not to mention I have a project due in anatomy next week, it is like I have no time for all of this”, you groan. Owen just looks at you knowingly. 

“You need a break you can’t just work on homework 24/7 and function normally”, he says picking you up from your chair. 

“Stop put me down, I weigh too much to carry!” You say trying to get out of his arms. 

Owen looks at you like you are insane and says, “What are you crazy? I can probably bench double your weight so don’t even worry about weighing too much”. You just nod and look away, playing with the bracelet on your right wrist. “I have to get to practice but promise me that you will not work on any school work while I’m gone”, Owen says looking you in the eye.

“Ok I won’t work on anything when you’re gone I promise”, you say reluctantly agreeing. It was true, you did not work on anything while Owen was gone but you took a deep dive reflecting on your life. 

This took you to staring at yourself in the mirror in your bathroom. You couldn’t help but notice the bags under your eyes from the lack of sleep and the pure look of exhaustion. You also couldn’t even remember the last time you ate because you were so consumed with everything else that it just slipped your mind. Moving back to your bedroom you try to fall asleep but you can’t. The fear of failure is racing through your veins keeping you up. 

You didn’t know how long you laid there but it must have been over two hours because Owen came back to your apartment. You could hear him calling your name but you didn’t have it in you to respond, he would find you eventually. “Babe, what's wrong?” Owen asks sitting at the end of your bed. You just mumble in response. “Y/n I know you, I know something is wrong. Can you please tell me what’s bothering you so I can help you?” He pleads. 

“Just lots of exams coming up that I don’t want to fail”, I mean that was some of it but not all. You couldn’t tell him how you actually feel. He would probably want to leave you. I mean a first-overall NHL draft pick with a girl who couldn’t even handle the pressure of a few college classes. 

“I know that’s not it. There's more to it and want you to tell me, please. You know I would never judge you on how you feel”, Owen says laying down next to you. 

Turning so your a facing him you finally tell him how you feel. “I’m just so tired of my job, my classes, pretty much everything Owen” you whisper. “I’m scared of failure, I feel like none of my friends even talk to me anymore, I’m jealous of my one friend because she’s just perfect. It is just so much pressure and it sounds so stupid”, you have to stop to prevent a sob from coming out. 

“Y/n… I want to help you in whatever way I can. I will help you study and if it's too much for you I think you should quit your job. I’ll support you if you’re worried about money”, He says pulling you closer. 

“No, I can’t let you do that, I don’t need help. I’ll quit my job so I have more time to focus on school and on eating better”, You tell him squeezing his hand reassuringly. 

“What was that about eating?” 

Of course, you had to let that slip out. You start to tear up again because you have always struggled with it. “It’s just that everyone that I’m surrounded by is just so pretty, skinny, and perfect. I just can’t help but compare myself to them which I know I should not but I just can’t stop. A lot of the time I’m drowning in work that I just forget to eat and I never want to fall down that hole again. I feel like I’m doing my best but it’s just not enough”, you cry. 

Owen starts to rub your arm up and down saying, “Y/n you are perfect just the way you are, and don’t think anything else besides you are so fucking perfect. I Love you just the way you are and there is no reason to change. Who cares how much your friends compare to you? I just want you to be the healthiest you can be. I will do anything in my power to help with this, whether it’s eating lunch together every day or meal planning. I will be with you every step of the way and that is a promise”. 

This just makes you cry even harder. Pulling him into a kiss you say, “Owen you have no idea how much this means to me. It means so, so much.”

#owen power blurb #hockey #umich hockey #umich wolverines #fiction #ice hockey #national hockey league #nhl hockey #owen power #nhl players #owen power imagine #owen power x reader #buffalo sabres #nhl imagine #nhl #nhl fic #nhl fanfiction

[vivvvy]

I know i’m not the only one.

harry potter x !fem reader

⚠️: not really any warnings, angst, cheating, slapping.

Summary: While getting ready for bed in her dorm, y/n receives news from a certain someone that harry is cheating on her. (also this is not proofread.)

this is my first post! (and angst) please tell me if this is good.

may or may have not added 2 euphoria references haha

today was a very long day. between OWLS, dealing with Umbridge, and having an insane amount of homework, I barely had time for myself. thanks to Hermione, i was able to get help with homework so i finished it earlier, but that was a couple of hours ago. after I finished everything, I went shopping for a bit to calm myself down before finally returning at my dorm. I grab my keys and I put it in the lock. when I had gotten in there, though, Cho and Hermione were in my room.

“merlin- what the hell are you doing here?” I say to the girls, both mad and concerned in why they had gotten into my dorm.

“We have something to tell you.. it’s quite serious actually,-“ hermione said before being cut off by cho

“you may want to sit down. it’s about me and harry.” cho responded in a guilty tone, like something bad had happened.

confused and filled with worry, i sat down. then i thought of the worst, harry and cho were dating? or maybe he had broken up with me?

“do you want to tell her or should i?” hermione whispers to cho, and she just nods.

“harry kissed me after our meeting in the room of requirement. he’s also been cheating on you with me.” cho told me, looking down at the floor.

at first, i laughed. then i took it seriously.

“you’ve got to be kidding me.” i said, my voice filled with anger, instead of sadness.

cho just stood there, still looking down.

“how long had this been going on?” i ask, my patience growing thin.

“since we first started the lessons with harry.”

i turned to hermione, now i was mad.

“and you knew about this and didn’t tell me?”

she stood there. all she did was stand there unresponsive.

cho was now crying. she was fucking crying.

“oh you’re fucking crying? you’re crying? you are the most idiotic person i have ever fucking met, you kissed my boyfriend and you’re fucking crying?”

i left the room. i could not be in the same room with a girl who knew that a boy was in a relationship, yet still ruined that relationship.

i made my way to the gryffindor tower. i was so angry that i was crying, yet i should not be crying over a boy who cheated on a girl simply because be was fooled. i will not let myself be embarrassed like this.

i finally got to the painting with the fat lady. i didn’t know the password since i was a hufflepuff, but i angrily knocked. to my surprise, someone opened the door. harry.

“oh, hi y/n! how are you?”

“don’t you dare act like everything is okay. i know about you and cho, i know you kissed her, i know you were messing with her. what the fuck is wrong with you? i treat you great, i try to be an amazing girlfriend, and this is what i get in return? you didn’t even tell me. cho and hermione had to tell me after i had gotten back from shopping.” i was getting close to him, tears were streaming down my face. these were not sad tears, however they were angry ones.

people in the common room overheard and were now watching. three of then i had recognized as the weasley twins and their little brother, ron. and boy were they shocked.

our relationship had seen like the most perfect thing. we would get each other gifts, call each other nicknames that were corny, watched movies, baked together, and did so much more. yet he chose to throw it all away for a girl who cries when she ruins someones relationship.

“y/n, i’m sorry.” that’s all he said. three words, and that was it.

“oh you’re sorry? you’re sorry? you think a lame ass apology is going to fix this?” i shout, the people around us watching as we fight.

“what more do you want me to say?”

“maybe saying sorry like you actually fucking mean it? and also, a sorry isn’t going to fix what we had. everything was perfect, we were a great couple! yet you threw that away.” i yell, but now i’m not crying. i’m yelling.

“can we still be together, though?”

that set me off. everyone was not watching us, more people coming down from their dorms. then i finally did it. i slapped him.

“oh shit!“ someone said. others gasped.

“i got to say, potter, i’ve had a lot if regrets, but meeting you is at the top of my list.”

he finally takes the hint. now he knows that we will no longer be seeing each other. that on saturdays, we won’t study together. on wednesday nights, we won’t bake chocolate chip cookies or sit by the fire drinking hot chocolate. and we most certainly will never, and i mean never, be back together again.

“i love you, y/n.”

i laugh, and turn to look at him one last time.

“don’t you dare say you love me.”

#harry potter #harry potter angst #harry potter x reader

[drawlfoy]

pink in the night P.3

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pairing: hufflepuffmuggleborn!reader x draco

summary: when y/n y/l/n starts having weird, recurring dreams about her long time unrequited crush in her 6th year, she begins to wonder where fantasies end and reality begins.

warnings: canon-typical violence, mature language, nsfw content, VERY dark themes of murder, grief, and coercion. i don’t know why i wrote this to be as dark as it was but i didn’t know how else to make it happen lol

a/n: hello my loves! long time no see! im so sorry for not really responding much to any messages/reblogs/replies/anons...work has been absolutely insane and i’ve had a lot on my plate. i’m also currently working on a dramione twilight au available on my ao3 and it updates weekly, so i’ve been placing more focus on that. 

nitty gritty: i am pushing this to be one more part, though it probably (?) won’t be as long as these first 3. and i promise a happy ending. all is not as it seems. if you’re a fan of our late evi’s turn, the ending of this particular part should remind you of something... 

wc: 10k

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enjoy! 

“Ok. So let me get this straight.” Susan was pacing the room, her arms folded over her chest and her brows furrowed.”Draco Malfoy has been your make-believe boyfriend since the beginning of term, except for he’s really not make-believe and he’s actually your boyfriend? But only when you fall asleep.”

“It sounds worse when you put it like that,” defended Y/N, though she was glad that Susan was being a little testy. Arguing made it easier to forget what was actually going on. “The book Trelawney assigned me explains it all. Apparently hairline cracks in crystal balls can seriously mess things up. One of the symptoms can be recurring trips into an alternate dimension. I was thinking about Draco when I used the crystal ball, so it took him with me. It’s described as being closer to the dream realm than it is to what we understand to be reality, but it doesn’t make it any less real. Draco has been having the same dreams, too. I’m almost positive.”

“Isn’t this a good thing?” asked Susan. 

Y/N wanted to scream. “No! Because he’s definitely just going along with it as a distraction from whatever else is going on with his life. He doesn’t actually like me. He’s told me that himself.”

“He doesn’t like you, but he’s still shagging you?”

“Because I’m there,” hissed Y/N. “And I’m available, and I probably stroke his ego. And plus, he doesn’t think it’s actually me. He thinks it's a product of his subconsciousness, too. Just like I thought.”

“And I thought my Slytherin situation was complicated,” muttered Susan. 

“I genuinely don’t know how I’m ever going to face him,” said Y/N. “When I wasn’t doing, er, things with him, I was spending the rest of our time spilling my guts and giving him a retelling of our real interactions. He would look so smug, too. God, Susan, I don’t know what to do.”

“Hey,” said Susan, firm. “We’re going to get through this. He clearly doesn’t hate you. Maybe this is a good thing, Maybe it’ll push you two together.”

“And maybe I’ll win the lottery and figure out that I’m the long lost child of the Queen, too.”

“Listen.” Susan sounded frustrated now. “This is a good thing. You’ve at least caught his interest. He stares at you in class, you know. I thought that I was imagining it at first, but now I know I wasn’t. This is your shot. When you see him tonight—”

“If I see him!”

“If you see him,” Susan amended, “You have to do something about this. If he really makes you happy. Don’t let this opportunity go.”

Y/N sunk onto her bed, letting her face fall into her hands. “I’m a muggleborn. He would never really see me like that. If I tell him that it’s really me and that what we’ve been experiencing aren’t really dreams, he’d be ruthless.”

“You don’t have any other option. Don’t try and tell me that you’re going to enjoy seeing him at night now that you know that it’s really him. I also feel like there’s a consent issue there too, right?” 

“I suppose.” Y/N chewed on her lip. “Maybe…maybe I’ll just say it and see what happens.”

To her relief, the Hospital Wing was entirely empty apart from Madame Pomfrey when she entered later that afternoon, her cheeks flushed and her hands clammy.

“Miss Y/L/N,” said Pomfrey, giving her a lingering look. “I’ve been expecting you. Broken crystal ball, eh?”

“Yes.” Y/N wasn’t quite sure what to do with her arms as she stood in front of the much older woman, opting to clasp her hands firmly behind her back as she stared at the floor.

“Tell me, dear,” began Madame Pomfrey, ”How have you been sleeping?”

She knew that the answer was written clear across her face as she met Madame Pomfrey’s gaze. 

“Who do you see?” the witch pried.

“Er—” Y/N thought her nails were sure to draw blood, considering how hard they were pressed into the pillowy flesh of her palm. “Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.”

Madame Pomfrey’s eyebrows shot to the sky for the briefest of moments before they were schooled into submission. “Well. That’s certainly a surprise. Aren’t you a Muggleborn, my dear?”

“Yes,” answered Y/N. Surprisingly, none of the traces of judgment or disgust that Y/N came to expect when discussing boys with older women could be found on Pomfrey’s face. “I don’t understand why it happened. Do you…do you know more about it?”

“Come sit in my office. We can have a chat.” 

Madame Pomfrey prepared tea as Y/N picked at the crimson cushions of a worn armchair, separated from the hospital walls by a few thick curtains. 

“You were thinking of him when you used the ball, yes?”

“Yes,” Y/N answered honestly. “Well—I probably was. I think about him all the time.”

Madame Pomfrey nodded gravely. Y/N was struck by the oddity that was a situation where she was discussing her love life with the school nurse.

“Madame Pomfrey,” she began, “When I first started having the dreams, he would always come to me in his Quidditch robes. Even if it didn’t make any sense. But then all of a sudden he started appearing in his normal school robes. I wasn’t sure what that meant.”

“I’m sure the books don’t mention that,” said Madame Pomfrey. “I think that phenomenon is rather rare. It’s uncommon that this whole dream scenario occurs, too. You’re a medical miracle.”

“But do you know?”

“Though those aren’t quite dreams, there is still an element of mental manipulation that is at play.” She paused to hand Y/N a steaming cup of tea, the delicate china filled with a delicious smelling golden color. “Forgive me for my crudeness. You see, your mind brought you the version of Draco that you thought about the most. Or at least what he was wearing then.”

“Oh.” Y/N felt the heat rush to her cheeks. In more straightforward terms, Madame Pomfrey had just told her that she dreamt of him in his Quidditch robes because she thought he looked hot in them. “Oh, Merlin. I’m sorry you had to spell that out for me.”

The smile that Madame Pomfrey sent her was amused. “That’s quite alright. I imagine that you’re very confused.”

“How do I stop it?” Horror washed over Y/N as something awful occurred to her. “Can I stop it?”

Madame Pomfrey turned around, the floral pattern of her robes swishing as she faced her desk. “Unfortunately,” she said, “The effects on your magical signatures can only be healed with time. But the ‘dreams’ will cease with this.”

She held out two vials.

“Why two?”

Madame Pomfrey gave her a knowing look.

“Oh, Merlin,” said Y/N, sure she was about to be sick. “Can’t you give it to him instead?”

“It would do you two good to work this out between yourselves,” said Madame Pomfrey. “Trust me.”

There was something in the gentle, maternal scrunch in the corner of the woman’s eyes that made Y/N trust her words. Even if she would rather eat dirt than talk to him about this in person.

“Does Trelawney know about the dreams? She only mentioned the magical signature to me.”

“I’m not sure,” admitted Pomfrey. “Like I said, it’s an uncommon occurrence.”

“Alright.” Y/N swallowed. “I’ll—I’ll be going then.”

That night, she tossed and turned in her bed for what felt like hours. Sleep just refused to take her as she rolled over on her mattress, repeatedly shoving her hands under the cooler parts of her pillow in an attempt to sooth her racing heart. Would she see him again?

“I don’t know where we are this time,” said a terrifyingly familiar voice, just when Y/N felt like she was going to drift off.

She shot to attention, clutching her duvet to her chest. Dream Draco sat next to her on her bed, his chin propped up on his palm as he watched her. 

Except for he wasn’t Dream Draco. The boy sitting mere inches away from her was Real Draco. He crept closer, his hands pressing into the bed on either side of her as he dipped his head down to kiss her jaw.

Real Draco was kissing her.

“This is my room,” Y/N blurted, hoping that Susan, who was sleeping soundly behind a curtain, would ignore her voice in this dimension. 

Draco’s lips detached from her neck as he sat back, his brows slightly furrowed. “What? How? I don’t know what your room looks like.” 

“I know,” said Y/N. The pounding of her heart pulsed in her ears. She wanted so, so badly to tell him, but she couldn’t do it. The words simply wouldn’t come out of her mouth. So she squeezed her eyes shut and kissed him properly. 

She would let herself have this, just this last time when she knew that it would never happen again. Once he knew she was real, that he had actually been involved with a muggleborn all this time, he would shun her.

When she finally pulled away from him, she studied his face, trying to find any traces of the Real Draco she’d come to know in Potions. His pupils were blown out, making his eyes an onyx black, and the porcelain pallor of his skin had been slightly sullied by a dusting of pink on his cheeks. 

He looked perfect.

“Is everything okay?” he murmured, his hand reaching out to brush away a lock of hair that had fallen across her face.

“Why are you doing this?” she countered. 

“What do you mean?” His eyes narrowed slightly.

“As in, why are you touching me?” she clarified. “I’m a muggleborn. I know you would never want me in real life. I know you don’t like me, either. So why are you doing it now?”

Draco seemed at a loss for words.

“You don’t have to answer.” Y/N found herself hoping that he would agree, move on, and kiss her senseless again. 

It was not her lucky day.

“Well…” Draco’s gaze cast upwards, and Y/N reminded herself that this was him, Real Draco, about to give her a real, honest answer. “I don’t know why I do, I suppose. Clearly the whole muggleborn thing hasn’t been too much of a hold up for me, especially since it’s hardly as if anyone knows about this.”

Y/N nodded. She desperately wished that he would correct her, tell her that no, he had developed feelings for her and wanted for her when he saw her every day.

“Wouldn’t you do the same?” he asked, suddenly meeting her eyes with a defensiveness that surprised her. “I know that’s bloody ridiculous of me to ask you, and I know it’s pathetic I keep having this dream, but truly. I’m—well, you know. I don’t have anyone who I can be like this around. Even if it’s all fake.”

Draco Malfoy was lonely. That much was obvious to Y/N. The revelation didn’t come without pain, though. Not only was Draco Malfoy lonely, but he was using her. And he wasn’t using her because he liked her. He was using her because she was there and she was convenient. 

“Did you mean it?” he asked. “When you said that you liked me?”

“Of course I meant it,” she said.

“Of course,” he echoed, and for some reason he looked like he was going to be ill. “I’m sorry. I know I’m not supposed to tell you this is a dream and that you’re not real. Sometimes I just wish you were.”

Her heart stopped. “R—really?”

“I’ve finally lost it,” he mumbled, running his hands through his hair with a frantic motion. “I can’t believe I’m telling a product of my imagination all of this. Fuck.”

“Well—funny story, actually—”

He was fading, his edges blending into the background as he began to become more transparent. Draco had just given her the best opportunity to confess, and he was waking up. If she hadn’t been so thrown off-kilter, she would’ve screamed in frustration. 

“Y/N? Are you alright?”

A steady hand laid on her shoulder, giving it a firm shake. Y/N felt her eyes open—really truly open in reality—and saw Susan staring down at her, still in pajamas. 

“Yes,” said Y/N, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. “Did I wake you up?”

“You were tossing and turning like crazy,” explained Susan. “I’ve been up anyways. I haven’t slept well since…well, you know. Were you having a nightmare?”

“Something like that,” she muttered. 

“You saw him again, didn’t you?”

“And I couldn’t tell him,” said Y/N, pulling the blanket up to her chin and hiding her face. “I chickened out. I’ll have to wait until tonight. If I even dream of him again.”

“That’s not true,” said Susan. She reached out, her sunflower colored nails pulling the duvet back. “Man up. Tell him this morning.”

“Merlin, no!” she moaned. “Are you mad?!”

“You should tell him in person today,” said Susan. “Just think about it. If he says he feels the same way, then you’re going to feel so silly for not telling him sooner.”

“But I don’t think he does.”

“You’re going to have to tell him anyway,” Susan pointed out. “Might as well rip off the bandaid. Start healing now so you’ll be ready for the real Prince Charming when he comes.”

Y/N got ready for class that day in a daze, her mind running calculations on every possible way the scenario could go poorly. He could laugh at her and tell every Slytherin that she was a whore and would give it up for anyone. He could tell everyone that she was pathetic and had no self respect. He could spit in her face, set Parkinson on her, slander her name…

He wishes I was real. The thought kept creeping its way into her mind, cropping up when she brushed her teeth, when she fluffed her lashes with her mascara wand, when she slid her feet into her oxfords. He said he wishes I was real.

Thinking about it for too long was making her head hurt until it felt like there was a black hole in her chest, sucking in any unrelated thought and tracing it back to Draco. It was getting exhausting.

It was rare to see Draco Malfoy walking around between classes without his Slytherin entourage. So when she saw him in the hall alone before Potions, she interpreted it as a sign from Merlin himself to go for it.

“Draco—I mean, Malfoy,” she said, stepping in front of him. “Can I speak to you for a second?”

He froze. The hand that wasn’t slipped into his pocket was clenched into a fist, and his jaw appeared tight. “What do you want?”

“Er…” When she looked up to meet his gaze, she was struck by just how much taller he was than her. He was already staring back, his silver eyes unwavering. “Can we go somewhere private?”

“No,” he said blandly. “I’m busy. Can’t this wait until class?”

This bothered her. He’d been shagging her for a week, and he couldn’t even look at her when she approached him in public. In fact, it bothered her so much that she was cured of her temporary tongue tied-ness. She wanted to shock him now; she wanted to witness his epiphany.

“It’s me.” She jutted her chin up further. “It’s me you’ve been dreaming about.”

He was completely still, his expression indecipherable. 

“You know how you said that you wish that all of this was real?” she continued, recruiting her hand to emphasize her words, her fingers splaying out. “Well. Surprise.”

“How?” The word was strangled, hoarse. He looked like he was about to be sick.

“Apparently my crystal ball was cracked when I used it in class,” said Y/N. “And I’d been thinking about you when I touched it, so…” Her voice trailed off. The temporary bravado that had kept her going through the beginning of the confession was waning, sapping away the longer he remained silent.

Then he grabbed her wrist and yanked her down the hall.

“Where are we going?” asked Y/N, breathless from the sudden jerk of motion. 

Draco didn’t even look back at her as he yanked her behind a tapestry, waved his wand to cast a silencing spell, and loomed over her. There was something brewing in his eyes, something that seemed almost…primal. She’d never seen him look at her like that before, and she wondered briefly if he would kiss her.

He didn’t. In fact, he was keeping a careful distance from her, despite the cramped nature of the space. The blood from his face had long since drained, leaving his skin a panicked gray.

“You can’t tell anyone,” he hissed, his low volume entirely unnecessary considering the silencing charm he’d cast. 

Oh. A pang of raw hurt rattled through her chest, though she had a feeling that he would react like this. “I haven’t exactly been bragging about it to the masses,” said Y/N, hardly managing to hide the pain in her voice. “It would’ve made me sound unhinged if I went around telling everyone how I had dream sex with you. Your dirty little secret is safe with me.”

His eyes narrowed. “Do you think this is a fucking joke?”

“You know it wasn’t a joke to me,” Y/N snapped. “I made it very clear. You, on the other hand…”

“I’m not talking about that,” he spat. 

“Then what else?” She had never heard him speak with so much venom in his tone. Part of her wondered how her Dream Draco could ever be the same person as the glowering Draco right in front of her. 

“You know what else,” he said stubbornly.

“I told you; I don’t,” said Y/N. What was she missing? “I won’t tell anyone that we had an accidental interdimensional friends with benefits arrangement. What else, pray tell, am I withholding from the general public?”

There was a vein in his neck that was protruding out of his ashen skin. “Are you really going to make me say it?”

“I guess,” she said, sullen. It was strange how quickly they’d gotten comfortable bantering with each other. The mystique around Draco had long since faded now that she knew that she was dealing with the Real him every night. 

“My mark,” he hissed.

“Oh,” gasped Y/N. “I forgot about that.”

“Oh my fucking god,” groaned Draco, his tapered fingers coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Are you joking? You forgot that? Are you dense?”

“I thought that wasn’t real!” exclaimed Y/N, panic rising. He’d just revealed to her that he was a Death Eater. Like, a real Death Eater with a mark and everything. And Voldemort had mentioned a task…”I thought that was just a nightmare.”

“I can’t believe you.” He huffed, air leaving his lungs with a sharp puff.

“In other news,” said Y/N, who was trying her Very Best not to lose it over the fact that her crush was actually a Bad Guy, “Pomfrey gave me the cure to stop the dreams. She wanted me to give you a vial. Drink it before you fall asleep tonight and you won’t see me again.”

He plucked the vial out of her outstretched hand, swirling the liquid around before downing it in front of her in one go. The speed in which he was willing to give her up just like that made her heart lurch.

“You can’t tell anyone what you saw,” he said once he swallowed. “No one will believe you, anyway.”

“I know,” said Y/N. “I’m not going to tell anyone. I promise.”

He gave her a look that was full of suspicion.

“I’m a Hufflepuff,” she said slowly. “Remember that conversation we had two nights ago? Loyal to a fault.”

“Loyal to your friends—”

“Loyal to you, too. Even if it’s stupid of me.” And that was the truth. Y/N could deny it all she wanted, but she knew that she would never turn him in. 

Draco muttered something unintelligible, but Y/N thought she caught a “no bloody self preservation” through the jumble of words. She hoped to hear more, but the commotion that was slowly growing in the hall told her that their time was running dry.

“I think we need to get to class soon,” she said. “I suppose…this is it, then?”

His hand twitched at his side. For a moment, it seemed like he was going to reach for her, but then his expression hardened and he stepped back. “Yes. Sorry if I got your hopes up.”

“That’s okay.” She smiled thinly.

The day dragged on. Y/N downed her own vial over lunch with Susan sitting next to her in the Great Hall, a hand on her shoulder as she told her that she was doing the right thing.

“I’m proud of you, Y/N,” said Susan, giving her shoulder a squeeze. “Look at us. Post Slytherin girls.”

Y/N laughed, but she certainly didn’t feel like she was making the correct choice. Instead, she felt like she wanted to mourn the version of Draco that existed in her head. Her Dream Draco had never been real—no matter how accurate his corporeal form, he was still fundamentally different when taking into consideration the social barriers between them.

He never liked her. He told her that himself, without a hint of remorse in his tone. And he was a Death Eater, too, with a task that he supposedly had to complete. That was something that she should probably think about more, she decided. He was literally playing for the team that advocated for her eradication.

The days began to blur, falling into the comfortable category of “normal school life”. Classes picked up, girls' nights plans were made, and the air began to cool. What didn’t change was her curiosity towards Draco. Slughorn had long since thankfully rearranged seating after Theo and Susan refused to speak to each other for a group activity, so she didn’t have to sit with him anymore. It was a small consolation, but it wasn’t enough to keep her eyes from wandering, landing on him and wondering what he was thinking.

It was frustrating, truly, to know that she had given so much of herself to someone that hadn’t even appreciated her. As she watched him through the tail end of summer and the beginning of fall, she noticed the spark in his eye dissipate, the bags under his eyes grow. There was a distinct greyness to his skin that made her concerned, and then made her angry that she was worried. He didn’t deserve her regard.

To keep her mind off it all, Y/N did something she never once imagined doing prior to 6th year—become a member of the Dueling Club. It was a formal group, entirely unattached to Dumbledore’s Army and school-sanctioned. The best wizards, generally just the 7th years, got to compete in tournaments. 

She hadn’t expected to like it so much. Defense Against the Dark Arts had always been one of her worst subjects. But there was something so satisfying about firing off spells in rapid succession, running the mental calculations for her shields, and eventually disarming her opponent. She liked the rawness of it all. The saltiness of her sweat was cleansing. When she was in the dueling circle, her blood and house didn’t matter. And, surprisingly, she was good. Like, really good. It had been a slow start, but if Hogwarts was invited to a tournament any time soon, she would be joining the 7th year Gryffindor boys in competing.

Dueling was a distraction, but it certainly didn’t solve The Draco Problem in its entirety. Sometimes, at night, she’d wonder if she’d manage to wake up next to him like before. But no luck—Trelawney had been religious in checking the integrity of all the crystal balls before she distributed them again. Y/N was not dream shagging anyone, no sir.

It was nearing December when he finally approached her.

“Y/N,” he said after class one day, catching up with her as she walked down the corridor. “Do you have a free period now?”

“Why?” She didn’t—she had Divination, obviously.

“I need a moment with you,” he said, his eyes darting to the group of Slytherins walking in front of them. “Alone.”

Her heat thudded. “Oh. Okay.” Who was she to say no to that? He led her down a side corridor, holding open the tapestry that they’d hid behind the last time they’d spoken directly.

“What is it?” she said, wincing at the sharpness in her voice. He blinked at her. 

“I found out what happened with Theo,” he said. Her heart dropped. This wasn’t about them after all. 

“What do you mean?”

“He didn’t cheat on Susan,” he said. “Pansy started that rumor. The girl he was with was his sister.”

“Theo has a sister?”

“An older one. She graduated a while ago.”

“Oh.” Y/N frowned, picking at her cuticles as she refused to meet his eyes. “Well, thanks for telling me.”

She had missed the sound of his voice. 

“Sure.” He cleared his throat. “Also—don’t go out with that Ravenclaw bloke, okay?”

“What?”

“Boot,” he clarified, waving his hand dismissively. “Don’t.”

“Why would I?”

“Because I told you to.”

Y/N blanched. “Draco, that was months ago. Believe it or not, I don’t do things just because you tell me to.”

He was silent for a few moments, but he didn’t make any motion to leave. Instead, his silver eyes scanned her face with an unreadable expression on his own.

“You still haven’t told anyone,” Draco said finally. It wasn’t phrased like a question. He stated it like it was a fact, like he was pointing out something to her of which she was otherwise unaware.

“I said I wouldn’t.” 

“I thought you were lying.”

“Well, I meant what I said.” She jutted her chin out, remembering how she had stubbornly, stupidly pledged her loyalty to him.

“All of it?”

She scowled. Was he this dead set on humiliating her? Again? “Have I not told you enough times already? Are you deliberately forgetting everything I tell you, or are you actually that dense?”

“Forget it. Whatever.” There was an air of sincerity in the sulky way in which he was regarding the ground. She let that be the excuse for her next action.

“Hey.” The single syllable falling from her lips had firm kindness to its delivery. Just as she’d hoped, he looked up, his grey eyes locking onto hers. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I thought you were going to make fun of me. I did mean everything I said. I still do, but I’m not going to fall over myself to involve you in my life when you’re so dismissive of me.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, looking genuinely apologetic.

“It’s fine,” she replied. Her voice was flat. “It’s not your fault you don’t have feelings for me.”

If anything, it felt like it was her fault. She’d had weeks of uninterrupted time to spend with him, and she still hadn’t been able to get him to have any semblance of feelings for her.

Draco didn’t respond to her statement, but he was staring at her with an intensity that made her feel uncomfortable, like he was trying to read her mind or something.

“What do you want?” he said, finally.

“What do you mean?”

“What do you want,” he said, looking mildly impatient, “in exchange for your silence?”

She flushed red, but this time it was in anger, not embarrassment. How dare he think that she could be bought!

“I can buy you anything you want,” Draco said before she had a chance to respond. “Even a—I don’t know. I can buy you a signed copy of Spencer’s autobiography. Or enchanted hair pins that’ll keep your hair from falling in your face when you brew. A thousand of them. Or a villa in Italy. You can have a key to my Gringotts vault. Anything.”

Though his offers to buy her a home or give her access to billions of galleons were attractive, they weren’t what shocked her. She was more surprised by the fact that he’d remembered that her favorite author was Adrina Spencer. And that her hair always fell into her face in Potions.

“Draco, stop,” she said gently. “I don’t need any of that. I don’t want anything.”

“You have to want something.”

Well, fucking obviously, she thought. No shit, Sherlock. I want you.

“What I want can’t really be bought,” was her vague way of saying just that. 

His eyes flickered to meet hers again, and her breath caught. He understood.

“Don’t get me wrong. Obviously if you start dating Pansy or something I’m not going to switch up,” she continued, though the thought of him with another witch made her sick. “I meant it when I said I knew that it was always a pipedream to expect anything from you. But I like you enough as a person, independent from what you are to me. I wouldn’t sell you out like that. Just because I want it doesn’t mean it’s a necessary condition.”

Her hand, that had otherwise been resting at her side, brushed up against something. It startled her, making her jump. Then she realized what it was.

Draco’s fingers tentatively brushed against her skin, pausing when they touched her palm. His touch was chillingly cold, just as it usually was when they first touched in her dreams. His skin would eventually warm, though. It always did. 

He nudged her fingers away from her palm, loosening the fist that had formed and slipping his fingers into hers. 

It wasn’t until she felt his breath fan over her face that she noticed how close he was. It wasn’t until she watched his eyes flutter shut as he bent down that she realized he was about to kiss her.

“No,” she gasped, pushing him away with both hands. “No. Don’t—don’t do that.”

There was that feral look in his eyes again, like he was a cornered animal. “What? Why?”

“That’s despicable,” she said, feeling nearly sick to her stomach. “You can’t.”

“You like me,” he said slowly. He was staring at her like she’d grown a third leg. “You want me.”

“But I don’t want you to whore yourself out to me! Merlin. That’s…that’s disgusting. That’s too far.” To her horror, she could feel tears cropping up in her eyes. Then something else struck her. “Draco…Is everything okay? Why are you doing this all of a sudden?”

“Everything’s fine.” The way his jaw clenched told her that everything was not, in fact, fine.

“You can tell me,” she said softly. “I won’t say anything.”

“The last thing I want to be is more indebted to someone.”

“You’re not indebted to me!” huffed Y/N, tossing her hands in the air. “This is what loyalty looks like. You owe me nothing.”

“But I dragged you into all of this.”

She frowned deeper. “No. I dragged us both into all of this by having a stupid crush and using the wrong crystal ball. But anyway. The point is that bad things happen, and they’re awful, and I wish they didn’t, but I’m here for you.”

“I don’t understand you,” he said, but there was no venom in his tone. 

“I need to go. I’m already late for Divination,” she said, feeling like she’d had her fair share of emotional devastation for the eon. “Don’t worry, okay? And…I know you won’t take me up on it or anything, but if you ever want to talk to someone about…whatever your task is, I’m here.”

24 hours later, Katie Bell was in critical condition as she was whisked away to St. Mungo’s. So Y/N heard, at least. She hadn’t seen it happen herself, and for that she was grateful. No one deserved to be Imperio-ed before being cursed by dark magic within an inch of their life, but out of all the undeserving souls, Katie was at the top. She had been nothing but incredibly kind to Y/N and all of her Hufflepuff friends. She would go as far as to say that Katie had no enemies at Hogwarts.

The excitement around the castle dulled in the days leading up to the holidays, dampened by the tragedy. Y/N was scared to walk around at night, even if she wasn’t alone. She suspected Susan felt the same way after she appeared out of breath after she came back from visiting Theo in the dungeons. They had miraculously made up since Y/N told her the news from Draco. Apparently Theo had been in a state all fall, wondering desperately what he had done to make Susan move on but being too prideful to ask. They were inseparable now, which Y/N had mixed feelings about. She was thrilled that her best friend was happy again, but she missed having a single partner in crime.

To make things worse, Justin Finch-Fletchley had developed a strange fascination with her, asking to study with her during free periods and bragging about the wealth of his muggle family. It was getting exhausting trying to find new corridors in the castle whenever she saw him spot her in the hall and begin to make his way towards her. If he started talking, he’d never shut up now, despite his initial sourness. Y/N didn’t mind being kind to him—she tried to be nice to everyone she met—but she drew a hard line at being made late for her next period because he wouldn’t stop telling her about his holiday in Monaco. 

It was especially bad once he learned about her participation in the Dueling Club. All of a sudden, he wanted to join and was wildly interested in being a gentleman by walking Y/N back to the Hufflepuff dorms. Coming up with an excuse was tough—they were both walking to the same place, after all—so she resorted to taking off a few minutes early and choosing the most incomprehensible, winding paths to keep him from following. Her fear of what happened to Katie Bell was largely overshadowed by the very real concern that she could be cornered by Justin and forced to hear about how all of his siblings attended Eton.

The Dueling Club had their last meeting the night before the Hogwarts Express arrived to take students back for the holidays. It had been a tough few days. The general malaise that had been present in the student body following the Katie Bell instance was piled on top of the pre-existing midterm exam stress, making the last week actual hell. Y/N had hardly slept, spending most of her time in the library. 

She was basically asleep on her feet as she stumbled out of the Dueling Club’s meeting room—a long, wide space by the Gryffindor Tower—and began her trek down to the Hufflepuff dorms. In fact, she was so exhausted that she thought she was hallucinating the Draco Malfoy that appeared in front of her at first. 

Then she blinked and found him still there, staring at her with an intensity that made her wonder if he was going to jump her.

“Y/N,” he said. “Are you busy? Can we talk?”

“Is everything okay?”

His silver eyes flicked to the space behind her, and Y/N heard footsteps begin to echo down the hall. Justin had guessed her path to the dorms correctly and was probably moments away. “Yes. Do you mind if we go somewhere else?”

When she agreed, he reached out, grabbing her hand and pulling her down a side corridor. This one didn’t have any torches, and the inky blackness would’ve startled her if it wasn’t for the warmth of his fingers laced through hers. Despite the fact that this wasn’t right—he didn’t like her, he didn’t see her like that, and he didn’t want her—it felt comfortable, reminding her of all the times that she’d anchored her hands into the spaces between his fingers. 

They finally stopped once the footsteps in the main corridor faded. Draco cast a silent Lumos.

“What’s wrong?” asked Y/N, because he had definitely been lying when he had said that everything was okay. He looked more frantic than usual, his pristine locks mussed and his frame deathly thin. 

“Nothing,” he clipped. His voice sounded raw, and it cracked in between the syllables.

“Don’t lie to me, Draco. I can tell you’re not well. What’s going o—”

“Do you still think about me?” he interrupted. The small white light glowing at the tip of his wand moved as his hand trembled, making his eye bags appear even more pronounced.

“Of course I do,” said Y/N, frowning.

“Do you—do you still want me?” 

Her first instinct was to be offended by the vulnerable position he was putting her in—once again—but he didn’t look like he was about to jeer at her, so she gave in. “Of course, Draco. I’m sure I always will, even if that’s a little silly.”

“Okay.” He gulped, then nodded, like he’d finally processed her words in their entirety. “Okay, that’s good.” 

“But you never answered my question,” said Y/N. “What’s the matter? I know you didn’t just come find me to chat.”

“No, I didn’t,” he agreed. Then he did something curious—he lifted his free hand from his side and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear, letting his fingers remain pressed to her jaw.

“What—” She froze, her voice dying as his thumb swiped across her bottom lip, the rest of his hand cupping her neck. The heat of him against her made her sleepy, and her drowsiness reminded her of how it felt to lie next to him after they were spent, listening to the rise and fall of his chest and reveling in the warmth of his bare skin. 

The pad of his thumb tugged gently at her bottom lip, opening her mouth just slightly. Then he leaned in and kissed her.

Y/N wasn’t sure what she’d been expecting. Maybe fireworks, maybe sparks, maybe the sensation of her heart beating out of her chest. But despite the fact that she’d never kissed Real Draco in real life, it felt no different than how he kissed her in their dreams. 

He pulled away for just a moment to cast a nonverbal Nox and tuck his wand into his pocket, plunging them into darkness. Not like that caused her any trouble in finding his lips again. At this point, she’d become so familiar with him that there was no need for light anymore, even if it had been a bit since she had touched him.

Y/N’s hands fisted into his black robes, pulling him impossibly closer as he pressed her into the wall, his arms surrounding her and caging her in an embrace that made her entire body thrum. 

Draco kissed her with a desperation that she’d never felt in their dreams. It was like he was drinking her in, savoring every part of her that he could touch. When she gasped at the feel of his hands fisting gently in her hair, he took the opportunity presented by her parted lips and kissed her deeper.

His hair was just as soft as it was in her dreams. He smelled the same, too—that crisp black tea and cedar scent that she had come to love. 

When their lips finally parted audibly, both gasping for breath, Draco busied himself with adjusting her robes, gently pulling her collar back into place and straightening her cloak with such casual affection that it made her heart skip. Though there was little natural light in the corridor, her eyes had adjusted enough to see his face.

“Oh, God, are you okay?” gasped Y/N. Even without him making eye contact with her, she could see the tears shining in his eyes. “Hey! What’s wrong?”

Draco opened his mouth, but instead of saying anything, he let out a shaky exhale and cast his eyes to the ceiling.

“Draco,” she admonished, putting both hands on each side of his face so he couldn’t move. “Tell me.”

He murmured something so quietly that she thought she had imagined it. “What was that?”

Draco shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Please,” said Y/N. “You can tell me anything, remember? Anything.”

“He’s going to kill me,” Draco whispered. “I’m going home tomorrow, and I think he’s going to kill me. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I had to—I had to have a real memory of you. Before…”

Y/N was sure she was going to be sick. The desperation and franticness in his actions suddenly made so much more sense, especially when considering how generally unwell he’d begun to look. He was going to die, and this was him saying goodbye to her.

“You can’t,” she heard herself say. “You can’t—I won’t let you—”

“I cursed Katie Bell,” said Draco. “That was me.”

She blanched. “No—”

“Yes,” he said, more stern this time despite the tears that were beginning to stream down his cheeks. “And it turned out to be a colossal failure. So you won’t be seeing me again.”

All this time, Draco had been the one behind the act that made her scared of walking at night. It was him who had nearly murdered Katie in cold blood and casted an Unforgivable. 

But he didn’t want this. He didn’t want any of it. She’d seen that much in his dream. He trembled and shook in front of his master, flinched when whoever that scary looking woman was appeared at his door. He was no murderer. He was a boy with no other option. 

That was the long winded justification Y/N’s mind would settle upon later, when she’d had time to process the events of the evening more. In that moment, she gave into her biggest impulse—she threw her arms around him.

Her hands weakly attempted to brush away the tears collecting on his face as he shook against her, his shoulders heaving with silent sobs. She wept, too, pressing her face into his shoulder and trying to commit to memory everything about him—the way he smelled, the way his hair felt, the texture of his skin. 

“There has to be another way,” whispered Y/N. 

“There isn’t.”

“But—”

“Y/N, I’m tired.” A hand wrapped around her right wrist and squeezed weakly. “I’m sorry, love. I’ve thought of it all. I can’t do anything without putting my mother in jeopardy.”

Then he collapsed in her arms and cried anew, his breath stuttering and hitching as his fingers twisted in her robes. She held him as close as she could, running her fingers soothingly through his hair and swallowing back her own sobs.

What a fucked up world, she realized, that a 16 year old was curled into a ball on the floor of a dark, abandoned corridor, prematurely mourning his own death. 

“In another life,” he whispered once he was breathing steadily again, “I would want things to be different. For us. I would have been better to you. I’m so sorry.”

Y/N didn’t know if she could trust herself to form words, so she just nodded instead, clutching his robes. 

In retrospect, she had no idea how long they spent clutching each other on the dusty floor of the 4th floor side corridor. She never felt like she had lost consciousness, but dawn came quickly, weak winter light filtering in through a small window ahead.

“I’m so sorry,” he said finally, extracting himself from her hold and standing up. She followed him, keeping her hands tangled in his robes. He bent down once more and pressed their lips together. It was a salty, sad kiss that lingered before he finally pulled away. “I’m so sorry for doing this to you.”

“You could come stay with my family,” suggested Y/N, her voice rising with hysteria. “You and your mother. I would make sure he wouldn’t find you.”

“He would. And that’s assuming I could get my mother out in the first place.” 

“But—”

“Y/N,” he said hoarsely. “If I don’t come home, I won’t be able to ever come back to Hogwarts.”

She let that sink in. He was right. She knew he was right. There was no way that he was going to be able to come back to school. Voldemort would come find him and figure out a way to punish him and his mother. “There has to be a way. This can’t be it. He surely can’t just kill you.” 

“I’ve tried everything,” he said, his voice softer. “I’m sorry. He might not. But it’s very possible he will when he learns about my lack of progress.”

The relief that washed over her was weak and brief in nature. “He might not” was hardly a promising claim to cling to, but it was all she had. There was nothing else she could say, nothing else she could suggest as they walked out of the corridor together, his fingers clutching hers tightly.

“I’m going to see you again,” said Y/N, her voice firmer than she was expecting. “I’m going to. You’re getting through this.”

Draco dropped a kiss on her forehead before letting go of her hand. “I’m so sorry. You, of all people, didn’t deserve this.”

The way he blew past her assurances, not even gracing them with a dissent, deeply disturbed her.

“I have to go now,” he said. 

“Okay.” She smiled thinly at him, reaching out to touch his wrist one last time. He let her, not pulling away as he watched her wrap her fingers around his pale skin, squeezing once with affection. “Promise me you’ll be okay.”

“Goodbye, Y/N.” And then he was gone, his long robes swishing in the castle draft as he disappeared around a corner.

To say she was devastated was an understatement. Y/N spent the rest of her morning trying to pack her things, but it felt so silly and trite for her to be folding her knickers when her not-boyfriend was about to meet his end. She wondered incessantly what he’d be doing, what he’d be thinking. He was scared, that much she knew. She’d never seen Draco look so terrified as he did in the corridor.

When she rode back on the Hogwarts Express, she had her head on a swivel, craning her neck for as much as a glance of Draco, but he was nowhere to be seen, not even when they unboarded at King’s Cross. She supposed that was a blessing. Her last memory of him—it wouldn’t be her last, she scolded herself, he would survive—was of the Draco she wanted to remember, the one that adored her and touched her softly. 

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Traditionally, Y/N had loved Christmas. Her grandmother, who lived in London, would come out and visit them and help them cook a marvelous Christmas Eve feast. Y/N would always bake cookies with her friends, exchange presents gleefully, and enjoy the holiday movies that were finally in season. The holiday break was a perfect length of time for her to catch up on everything in her old life without missing magic…too much.

But this time, all Y/N wanted was to go back to Hogwarts and see Draco alive. She did enjoy catching up with Iris and Dasha—Lucille was on holiday in Nice—but whenever she caught herself having too much fun, she was suddenly reminded of Draco. How was his break going? Had he already been…Was he…

She would suck in a deep, rattling breath and cast the thought from her mind. Nothing she could do would protect him from the dangers he was facing at the Manor. 

Though she didn’t dare break out her wand to use magic, she ran through her dueling positions, stretched, and went on jogs in her free time. When she would go for runs, she would sprint until her legs and lungs burnt so much that she couldn’t continue. She welcomed the way her breathing shortened and her trachea thickened. It made her feel alive, like she was shedding something.

At night, she dreamt of Draco. He was always just out of reach, wearing the stricken expression he’d had when they’d said goodbye. She tried to scream out to him, to beg him to stay with her, but he’d always fade into the mist, his body eventually disappearing. 

By the time that January came, she was very, very fit, the product of neurotic exercising. She felt like a wild animal, except instead of running from natural predators on the savannah, she was running from any thoughts that involved Draco and his well-being.

Her mother gave her an extra tight hug when she dropped her off at King’s Cross, brushing her hair over her shoulder and cupping her cheek in a way only mothers could.

“You write to me,” her mother said, her words firm. “I want to know how you’re doing, my darling girl. I’ll miss you.”

“Goodbye, mum,” Y/N said, tears pricking her eyes. She hadn’t felt the compulsion to cry when leaving her family for school since she’d boarded the train in first year, but all of a sudden she felt like a child all over again. A lump formed in her throat. She would dearly miss her mother and her father and her friends, the only remaining evidence she had that normal, average life could exist. “I love you.”

“I love you too, dove.” Mrs. Y/L/N kissed her cheeks before she waved for the last time and made her way across the parking lot. 

Y/N did not see a flash of bright blond hair as she waited on the platform, but she did see Terry Boot sitting alone on a bench, reading the Prophet.

“Terry!” she said. He looked up, beaming when he saw her. 

“Y/N!” He scooted over to make enough room for her on the bench. “Come sit. How was your break?”

“It was good,” she said. “Nothing exciting. What about yours?”

Terry launched into a story about how his little brother had had an episode of accidental magic and set their older, graduated sister’s hair on fire. For the first time in over a month, Y/N laughed heartily, feeling the affection for her dear friend warm her guarded heart. As all-consuming as her Draco thoughts had been, nothing could compare to the years of friendship and connection between her and Terry.

“Read anything interesting?” asked Y/N, motioning to the Prophet. She tried to say it casually, but there was an underlying stiffness in her words. If Draco had been killed…there would have been some kind of story. Right?

“Nah,” said Terry. “You want to read it? I always forget that they basically cut you off when you go back home. Bloody ridiculous, if you ask me. If you want to stay informed, why shouldn’t you, I say!”

“Sure!” said Y/N quickly. She narrowly held herself back from ripping open the pages and wildly flipping them to see if the name Malfoy appeared, but that would be a little Uncool and Abnormal. She would have to wait for the train ride.

Susan was apparently sitting with Theo, Terry told her when they eventually boarded. Y/N had just missed her. The Slytherins had managed to get onto the train first to secure the nicest compartments.

“Figures,” Y/N said, trying her best to deliver an unbothered snort. Hannah eventually joined them, and soon enough they were departing from King’s Cross. Y/N waited until the conversation died off before beginning her read.

There was nothing. No mention of the Malfoys. Just plenty of “How to Protect Your Family from Death Eater” articles and tragic stories about the ransacking of local magical businesses. 

She finally let herself breathe. Thank Merlin. There weren’t even any Purebloods in the obituaries except for an elder Prewett, who was, in the most delicate way possible, old as dirt anyway. What conversation she had with her friends didn’t imply that there was any new drama with the Sacred 28, at least none that was worth sharing publicly. 

He was okay, she thought, her heart beginning to flutter. He was okay, and he had kissed her before she had left. 

Even further, he had actually been attracted to her. When Madame Pomfrey had told her that she had seen Draco in his Quidditch uniform at first because that’s how she thought about him the most, she’d totally forgotten that that was a two way street. Draco had not just been thinking of her in her Slytherin party slip, he’d been fantasizing about how she’d look wearing it without tights. 

Before the events in the corridor, she wouldn��t let herself consider the possibilities. And directly following them, she had been too heartbroken to even think about his feelings towards her. But now that she was almost certain he was alright…

Was he going to find her again? Was she going to experience everything with him again—but this time, in this plane of existence? She couldn’t see why they couldn’t. It was a bit too much to hope for, she conceded, but following the events before they left, there wasn’t much reason for him to continue ignoring her.

She would be okay with a secret relationship. If anything, it would be mutually advantageous. If they snuck around, she wouldn’t have to worry about the wrath of Pansy or any of the other Slytherin girls who were betting on snagging Draco for their pureblood husband. She would clarify this when he found her again and snogged her senseless, this time without the overarching theme of doom and gloom.

Distantly, Y/N knew that this was all a pipe dream. She didn’t really expect Draco Malfoy to be her boyfriend. But she hoped, hoped, hoped that he would be her something. 

She was positively buzzing with energy as they walked into the Great Hall that evening. She still hadn’t seen any of the Slytherins, but Susan had appeared at the Hufflepuff table.

“Hey, Y/N,” said Susan. “How was your break?”

Something in Susan’s composure deeply disturbed Y/N. It reminded her greatly of when she had first told Y/N about Theo—the way she nervously fiddled with her braid and smiled too widely.

“It was good!” said Y/N. A pit was beginning to form in her stomach. “What about yours? Did you see Theo?”

“Er—yes,” said Susan. “We spent time together at his summer villa in Naples. It was lovely.”

“That’s great,” said Y/N, and she meant it. Susan deserved to have a boy that would take her on lavish vacations. And so did Y/N, obviously, but she was working on that. 

The Great Hall doors creaked open, and Y/N would have turned to see who had entered if it wasn’t for Susan grabbing her hand. 

“And he gave me this bracelet!” she said, shrilly. “Look!” 

She shoved it into Y/N’s eyesight. The gorgeous yellow gems caught in the light, glittering under the stars. 

“Very pretty,” said Y/N. “Are those diamonds?”

“All of them,” said Susan, and though there was a flicker of pride in her face, Y/N could tell her mind was elsewhere. “He had it specially made for me while we were in Italy. A family jeweler kept on retainer, I think.”

“On retainer” was such a rich person phrase, Y/N thought. She nodded, smiling brilliantly.

There was a flash of blond in the corner of her eye, and she whipped around.

There was Draco, alive and well and sitting down at the Slytherin table. He looked healthier, too, his robes clean and pressed, his hair shiny and his face relaxed.

Oh, he was alive. She let out a quiet sigh. 

Draco looked up from his conversation with one of the Greengrass sisters, and their eyes met, just briefly. Y/N couldn’t help but let a little smile of relief creep onto her lips. She could feel embarrassed by how obviously she was staring at him from across the room later—right now, she was riding the euphoria of knowing that he was okay. 

A flutter of satin green robes appeared by Draco as Pansy Parkinson came into view, sitting in the seat beside him. 

Susan’s nails dug into Y/N’s thigh. “Y/N,” she said, barely a whisper. “I’m so sorry. I was going to tell you, I swear. I just couldn’t find you on the platform.”

Y/N was about to turn to her friend and ask her cheerily what she was on about. There was nothing to be told. Draco was okay, he was alive, he liked her back—and he was also brushing the hair out of Pansy’s face and kissing her cheek, just a few tables away and right in her sight. 

Now she understood.

final a/n: i haven’t had a chance to start on p4 yet, but it might be a bit before i have it ready as that will ACTUALLY be the finale lol. things are kind of picking up in my life (i’m picking up some old hobbies, i have a research deadline, and i’ve got to move/get a visa) so i can’t promise much, but i love this story too much to stay away from it for long!

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Those were the two points that made me come to terms with the open ending you wrote. And it's glorious and painful both, at once. Your art moved me in a way no other story had done so far, it reached into my psyche and pulled a cord that is still taut and the snap it caused reverberated in me. You and me thinking about how love is always going to be complicated for them, about why an open ending left me in such an emotional place, about god and divinity and my own relationship to those concepts. Which talking about it would be another wall of text, so I'm gonna wrap it up. Thank you, thank you thank you so much sincerely. You gifted me a story that shook me, that has a personal meaning. And made me look at a couple issues about myself that I keep working on, topics of love, god, truth, the alchemy that is being loved by someone special and the possibility that letting go is the end of the road sometimes. But theirs is an open ending, as such I'll have to work hard to make my brain picture what could happen. To find the possibility under that bell curve that makes the most sense to who they are. I'm so sorry for clogging your ask box this way 😭 I could have written this dumb essay on ao3, but for some reason I do feel that reaching out through Tumblr is almost like knocking on the actual door of your house and drop by to say 'hello your art has touched me deeply, thank you' I sincerely hope none of the various parts of this ask are lost by Tumblr's system (it has happened to me sometimes) and lastly, your story moved me in a way that's made decide to try my hand at writing for them. Maybe I'll write my personal end to your story, if only for myself. I'm sure I will be bad at it, but they have taken hold of my brain and won't let go until I puke out whatever they want me to. Thanks for your story and your vision for it, you are insanely talented, this fandom is lucky to have you. If you want to publish all parts of my ask publicly it's ok, and if not that's ok too

This ask is in regards to my Avatrice Wings of desire AU (becasue i'm structuring this ask weirdly)

First off, thank you!! It took me a while to respond to this simply because I was figuring out just how exactly to respond. It'll probably be a bit unorthodox but I'm going to respond to your penultimate ask and paste your other ones in if anybody else wants to read through them and get a little context. 

To be frank, I’m pleased my fic gave you such a visceral reaction. I knew people were going to have mixed feelings over it, but I never intended for the ending to be easy, though I’d like to think it's not such a devastating open ending, but fairly hopeful. It’s so interesting to see people connect with my writing on a personal level (I also had a relationship that ended weirdly. The feelings were there but the circumstances were, quite frankly, dog shit. It didn’t work out, and you're right: those partings are always worse). 

Also, don’t apologise for sending me such a long ask! It was all so fascinating and really made me think. I had to read your comments a few times over to really appreciate the beautiful points you were making :) very interesting stuff.

In regards to this ask (which is long and wouldn't fit into one screen shot):

I’m so so so pleased because it seems like you’ve really grasped and understood the version of Ava and Beatrice I was angling for. This ask specifically… i think you really nailed what i was going for, and nailed Ava and Bea’s characterisations in general. This line particularly:

 “Ava did exactly what she was going to do. Keep trying to outrun her pain, with or without Bea. And Bea would stay behind because she's her own person, the person Ava helped to develop, and thanks to her she has the strength to say I cannot follow this time.”

And to answer this ask! All is not lost, an epilogue is still on the cards!

And in regards to your own endeavours, the first step to writing is just banging something out on a page and pushing through the discomfort of trying something new. I salute you on your journey :)

Thank you so much for such a thought out response to my work. It means so so much to me that I've written something that warrants this kind of response, truly I'm profoundly touched.

I really really appreciate people who not only comment on ao3, but also take the time to send me such thoughtful asks here on tumblr (you're right, it does sort of feel like knocking at my front door hehe)

Thank you, friend <3 I’m honoured that my work has touched you like this :’)

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