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Can we please have Earth 1610! Miles x reader where throughout their journey, the reader has been envious of Gwen because of Miles' feelings for her and he was completely oblivious about Y/N's feelings for him. Then comes the events and reveal of Earth 42! Miles, which he and Y/N were together but his Y/N ended up dying. As the story goes, both our Miles and Reader gets taken and when our Miles wakes up being tied against the punching bag, Y/N comes after him to save him but Earth 42! Miles is blinded with envy and was still in love with Y/N so he pins them on the ground in front of our Miles as he watched his other self trapped Y/N in his arms and praising their beauty. This makes Miles realize that seeing his other self worship Y/N makes his heart burn with Jealousy and realize that he has been in love with Y/N all along, not Gwen. Thank you so much!

Treasure to him.

(Earth 1610! Miles x F!Reader x Earth 42! Miles)

Warnings: Heavy angst, mention of gun, slight toxic, manipulation, very long story

Word count: 5.3K words (longest one fic i have ever write)

Ps: This is an apology piece from me for the delay of chapter five of Right person,Wrong time. I can't promise you guys when i would release it but i hope with this piece it would be something fun for yall to read. I appreciate every single reblogs and words of encouragement for me to write i love yall are so sweet. Enjoy spiders! <3<3

(In earth 1610, before the ATSV events)

You and Miles have known each other since he first step in the Vision Academy, you knew him by the tittle 'cop kid' since like half of the school witnessed Miles embarrassing moment of him and his dad. But you found out that the 'cop kid' is actually a sweet,charming yet awkward boy. You always wait with anticipation for him to walk in the class that you two had in the same time just so that you can see what’s new in his sketchbook, his graffiti sketches some of his portraits its so well drawn that you are mesmerized by it. You also hang out together either to study or you just want to sit together listening to music while you watch the master creating his masterpiece.

Day by day you just start to like his stupid corny jokes about science, his eyes that reminds you of the warm sun and that stupid sweet smile of his. It’s hard not to fall for him, whenever you hang out he would hold your hand to cross the road because he doesn’t want you to fall behind or trip. The little banter you both have when you both come up with a stupid question like “does pineapple belong on pizza”.

But it all changes when he met this ‘Gwanda’ girl or Gwen is her real name since you been in the same class as her after she got transferred here apparently. Ever since he met Gwen he has been weird, that’s when you know he is the new Spider-man of Brooklyn. How do you know? You walk into his room with Ganke one day to his dorm room to return his notes, you look up to see not only Miles on the ceiling but with Gwen and seems to be more spider people. Resulting to Ganke falling back pass out while you got web by one of them.

As the months pass by you and Miles grew closer, you been with him through thick and thin. He need notes? You lend him yours, need someone to dial cops on criminal or villain that he caught? Your phone is ready, need someone to let out some pent up frustration? You will listen to him and be there for him every time. You understand being a hero for the city and a student in such a prestige school in Brooklyn can be too much for him, not to mention he is a freaking teenager. You show him support and love to him hoping that he would notice you feelings for him, of course you did all of that not only because of love,but because you genuinely care for him. But the moment the two of you would just sit together and chatting away through the evening at the ‘Foam Part’ coffee shop, everything just feels right again.

Today is the day that you will admit your feeling for Miles,feet tapping nervously on wood tile with your drink have gone down half of the cup after you keep sipping on it. You been waiting for Miles for half an hour now,you have left him a few messages but he doesn’t respond to it. But he did promise to meet here today, but thanks to his delay you keep reciting the script in your head on how you going to confess to him. Maybe make it quick and straight to the point like “Hey miles look, I like you” or make it sentimental like “Miles,ever since I met you a year ago-” your train of though got interrupted by a ring of a bell from the entrance of the coffee shop.

There standing by the door, slightly out of breath stand Miles Morales. He look around the coffee shop trying to see a familiar face, when his eyes land on you a smile is send to your direction. He make his ways to you before sitting down with a big sigh “Finally! Im done dealing with that guy” he muster up the best puppy face that he can at you “Im sorry that im late (Y/N), as a sorry I’ll buy your (favorite dessert) what do you say?” he tilt his head to the side leaning forward.

Oh how can you be mad at him after that very tempting deal so you roll your eyes and smile at him “Alright alright apology accepted,but this will be the last okay?”. He laugh and nodding his head “Aigh I’ll make sure next time I won’t be late, I be right back” he give you a wink before walking to the counter to order his drink and getting your dessert. You sit there smilling to yourself,the butterfly fluttering in your stomach.

Few minutes later Miles return with the set items “here ya go! Enjoy” he put the small plate in front of you and keeping his hot coco to himself. “You don’t have to you know,a sorry would suffice” you insist while picking up the spoon. Miles shake his head waving his hand “Nah nah I feel bad keeping you hangin man, that’s the least I could do for you”. You just let out a chuckle and nod,it’s free food so.

Like always, you are curious as to what he have been drawing this week so as you feed yourself a spoonful of sweetness “So,anything new you been cooking up?”. Miles put down his cup before nodding “Yeah yeah I have a few new pieces, here” he turn his body slightly reach for his bag pulling out his black sketchbook that is decorated by stickers “Here,check it out” he slide the book to you.

You open up the book skipping few pages back until you see a new art have been drawn by him “Whoa, these are neat Miles” you smile wide as you take in the details and bright colors of the pieces he drawn. “I wanna put up that one up on a wall,I’ll let you know when though” he says as he watches you going through his precious book. You chuckle “can’t wait Miles” you flip to another page, seeing the familiar spider people like that particular black and white spider, Miles told you his name is Spider Noir.

Your eyes trail to another piece in the page, your smile fell slightly. It’s a drawing of the familiar blonde girl, Gwen. You can’t lie that Gwen is a beautiful girl and very talented, the drawing capture her smile and her cool shaved hair that gives her more personality. The envy feeling return but you swallow it down “Wow someone is having a crush huh” you said teasingly at Miles lifting your head to look at him,with a soft but pain smile. “What do you mean?” Miles says furrowed his eyebrows. You turn the book held it up towards him lifting one of your eyebrow “Come onn don’t lie,it’s pretty obvious Miles”. Miles eyes widened “What?! no no nahh you got it wrong im not pfff that’s funny nah nah” he says as he cross his arms over his chest after waving his hand side to side.

You roll your eyes snapping the book shut putting it down on the table “Please you been talking and drawing the same spider people these past months, and you been drawing Gwen a lot too” you give him a pointed look. Miles sigh and put his arms on the table “Look (N/N) whatever it is you’re thinking it’s not that I like her its just that I…I miss her,I miss them” he gesture his hand to the book “It’s, kind of lonely being the only spider-man you know”.

You purse your lips before sigh lightly “I hope one day you can meet them again Miles” you reach for his hand,holding it both in yours. “You’re not alone here Miles, you have Ganke…you have me”

Miles look into your eyes,he is stunned. For as long as they have been friends, Miles does have a tiny crush on her. Miles just like the sound of her laughter or when she scrunched her face at his corny joke makes him forget his problem for a while. He feel comfortable with her,he feel free to be himself with or without the mask. He knows that she’ll be there whenever he needed her help, he also put an extra work to his drawings because he wanted to show you only the best pieces of art from him. But when he met Gwen and to know that she is also a spider,it feels different to him. He know how much Gwen understands him, he doesn’t feel different of being the odd one. He is confuse, over his own feelings.

“Look Miles I been wanting to tell you something” your voice snap him out of his thoughts. “W-what is it (N/N)?” Miles look at you with anticipation.

You on the other hand is having a battle with yourself in your head going back and forth with ‘tell him you feel better’ or ‘Don’t tell him and pretend’. You squeeze his hand in your palm slightly, building up the courage. ‘this is it,if he won’t return my feelings at least I get it off my chest’ you blew out an air and open your mouth “Miles, I…” the word is stuck in your throat. ‘Just say it,say it!’ you mentally scolding yourself.

Just as you open your mouth a loud crash and a panic yelling come from outsdie of the cafe, you and Miles turn to look at scene to see few robbers went inside a car while the owner is screaming for help. ‘Wow…the universe hates me huh’ you look back at Miles to see him already looking at you with a clear ‘I gotta go sorry’ in his eyes. You just tilt your head to it with an understanding smile “Go get em spidey”. Miles smiles at you, and starts to stand up but be he stops “Wait,what is it that you want to tell me?”. You shake your head “No no it’s nothing important really,just school stuff”. But Miles know better and reassure you “Look i know its important, so tell me later okay?” he says as he start to walk backward to the door “Got it?”. You nod your head “got it now go!” watching him runs out of the cafe.

Well there goes your moment to confess, you sight as you take out your phone calling your best friend.

(In earth-42 before the ATSV event)

You climb up the fire escape to Miles hideout,where he and uncle Aaron would do their plans and fixing on his Prowler suit. You know this when the day his father died he sworn to keep the neighborhood safer,not only for his mom but for you too. He try his very best not to let two of his most beloved people in his life have the same fate as his dad.

You being a lovely partner support him and his ambition, you help him provide some of the material he needed. When he got hurt or beaten up, you would be there tending him on the couch, When some day comes the day where he is drown by guilt of not saving or do anything to save his dad, you will be there either holding him or be on the phone with a gentle voice to remind him that “It’s not your fault love”. You are his anchor that keep him grounded in the sea of his big responsibilities. He have to be the man of the house, helping his mom, be a student and survive in this dangerous city.

But the two of you are such a great couple, Miles would walk you to and back from school. Always walk together hand in hand through the school hallway, keeping you protected from anyone try to do anything. Secret kisses and sweet words exchange with a whisper, only a blind person could not see how in love these two couple are. The love and tenderness in his eyes whenever he look at you as you busy telling him about your day. One time the two of you spend the whole night dancing to uncle Aaron’s boombox that he borrowed, it ended with his arms around your waist while your arms around his neck gaze into one another swaying to the music.

That moment will always stuck with you, as you reach the window to his hideout. You heard music blast coming from inside, you pull the window up and crawl in making your way to your man. Miles seem busy with his claw sitting on the stool, so you gently wrap your arm around his waist from behind giving him a soft kiss on his neck “Hey love”. He hum lifting his head from hunching over the claw turning his head to give a kiss on your temple “Hey princesa” you smile at the nickname.

“You been so busy lately love, we spend little to no time together this week but on call for hours” you push yourself away from him leaning on the table beside him. Miles continue to temper with his claw “lo siento, princesa. Promise after I finish with this I’m yours for the night” he glance at you. You look over to the other side of the table to see his black sketchbook, you reach and open it to see few of his old drawings he made. He have less and less time to draw his heart out these past weeks, you keep turning the pages when you see a beautiful drawing of you. You graze your finger over it to see the details and pop out colors. Your hear swell to see he have been drawing you on the few pages back, he drawn you when you’re in class and when you were practicing volleyball he capture your smile every single one of it.

“Aigh im done now, you good mi amada?” Miles call out to you as he grabbing his signature green and purple jacket, he turn his head to see you looking at his sketchbook eyeing on the particular piece that he draw few days back. He knows you love it when he draws you, he wrap one of his arm around your waist leaning his head on yours “Mi amada come on, you can check em out later”. You put the book down chuckling “Okay okay Mr Morales im goingg” you broke out a grin as he drag you by the waist to the same window you came in.

You spend the night getting tacos and chatting together in the cafe you love to hang out at, Miles insist of paying the drinks and your favorite dessert as you two stand patiently at the line to order. Miles held you close to him both are oblivious as what will happen to them soon. A figure dress in all black with hoodie up and mask covering half of his face, he walks up to the cashier.

“Uhm sir you need to be in line to order please” the little waitress says a bit skeptical at the man. “I’m not here for that, the register. open it” the guys says making the waitress even more confuse “E-excuse me sir?”. The guy sudden reach for his back pulling out a gun pointing straight at her “I said open the register now!”

His voice caught the attention not only to the two of you but the few teens in the cafe, once it clicked in their head what is happening some reach for the phone to dial the police but the robber turn around keeping the gun up “If any of you even think of putting your phone up I’ll fucking shoot you!”

Miles already pulling you behind him, his mind is racking for any plans so that this situation won’t get out of hand. You on the other hand holding on to your phone already dialing the 911 but you let the operator listens to the whole commotion, You hand grips tightly on Miles arm, heart beats so fast that you can hear it in your ears. “Miles, what should we do?” you whisper to him. “It’s okay, I’ll handle this okay?” you held on to him with a frown, you know he can handle a simple robbery with his Prowler suit but right now he doesn't have anything to defend himself. “don’t be ridiculous you don’t have your suit” you hiss out through your teeth furrowing your brows at him.

Miles turn his head to his face hold a serious expression,his tone is stern “Just stay out of it, let the police know what happen okay?” before you could protest Miles already make his way to the robber grabbing on to his shoulder turning him around grabbing his arm twisting it. The robber yelp at the sudden attack from Miles, the pain from his twisted arm making him let go of the gun, the weapon fall to the floor as the two struggle accidentally kicking the gun to your direction. You look at the gun and look at the two, you quickly reach down to the gun holding on to it so that the robber won’t take it.

The robber look at the gun and then up to you, the look on that guy’s face strike fear in you, you hand starts to tremble holding the gun. The robber punch Miles straight to his face,this time without his mask the pain makes Miles stumble to the side making the robber charge towards his terrified partner. “Give that to me bitch!” He grab on to your arm so hard that it is starting to hurt, but you determine to keep holding on to the gun.

Miles shake his head to relieve the pain slightly to see his partner and the robber are fighting over the gun, in panic he rush over to them “(Y/N)!”. Suddenly everything turns slow mo, the robber tug the gun hard from your grasp turning it towards you and

BAM!! BAM!

Two shots have been released, a searing pain runs through your abdomen and chest. The blows making you stumble back on your feet a few time before your knees buckle underneath you, you body slammed on the floor. The sounds of people screams muffle and your vision starts to get blur.

Miles look at the scene eyes wide, ‘no,no this can’t be happening’. He rushes to your side in his head screaming ‘Please no, god no no not her too’ his hand hover over the gunshot before he softly says to you “Okay okay I'm going to turn you around baby” trying to reassure you and to himself. He carefully lift one of your side to look at the gunshot to see if it went all the way through, it does. You are bleeding out a lot, loosing blood by the second. He look back to your face to see you are crying and gasping, he hold your face with both of his face, he try his best to hold on to his tears as he choke out the words “Baby listen to me you’re gonna be alright, just hold on for a little longer baby please”.

The robber realized what he had done run out of the cafe, but Miles paid no mind as he is grasping on to you. You feel yourself is slowly slipping away, your eyes locked on to the beautiful brown eyes of your boyfriend. Struggle to breath you choke out the words “I-im scared Miles”. He held on to your hand bringing it to his cheek “Im here baby I’m here” he says as a tear runs down his cheek dripping on to your cold cheek. You know it be the last time you will ever see his honey brown eyes, with a last energy you mustered “M-Miles I-”

Then silent…to Miles everything around him is muffled, he is staring into your eyes as you pass to the other side. Your warm hand is now cold In his, he already misses your voice. He hold your limp body to his chest sobbing as he chant

“I’m sorry”

(Back to earth 1610 Miles and Reader)

For some reason everything went wrong so fast in one day, you and Miles barely survive the spider arm. One after another happened in a such pace you could barely catch up but now Miles have successfully got both of you home,or not. You are waiting patiently on the rooftop of his apartment to help him with the Spot but your eyes widened at the big graffiti on the wall of the other building, when did Mr Morales died? You remember that Miguel says his death will be in two days. The sinking feeling in your stomach is making you panic, you pieces together that you are in a wrong home, in a wrong dimension. The once lively and beautiful city turn into this dark and grimy city,the street that are always filled with people is now silence, you're in a completely different place. You run your fingers through your hair in frustration “Oh shit shit” then you walk towards the door leading to the staircase ‘I have to get Miles!’ as your hand was about to reach the door a voice came from behind the door.

Your eyes widened quickly pressing yourself to the wall blending into the shadow to see who walk out of the door, there walk out uncle Aaron and Miles. Miles on the other hand is scare and worry about you, he left you here for while and promise to come back but after he figure out he is in a different dimension he wanted to run out of his house to get to you but instead he stumble to his supposed dead uncle. “Look uncle Aaron, I gotta uh go” he try to get out of the situation “I gotta go find” his words trail as his eyes land on the same graffiti, his dad is dead in this dimension. Before he could do anything a figure jump from the other rooftop and sucker punch Miles making him pass out straight to the floor.

You cover your mouth as you witness everything play out in front of you, not believing this is really happening. For another dimension you would have thought that uncle Aaron will be the same as your dimension uncle Aaron but no, this guy is something else. You have to save Miles and go home ASAP, you watch as Aaron slung the limp body of Miles over his shoulder turning to the other figure seems to have an exchange of conversation before the figure leap away from the rooftop to another. Aaron on the other hand walk to the fire escape stairs making his way down to the dark alleyway.

You have no other choice, you have to save Miles. You have no one else to call for help. You’re on your own, so you follow behind a few feet away from Aaron. The quiet and empty street is dark enough for you to trail without raising any of his attention, heck the street is dark enough for people in their home not to question the limp body he is currently carrying.

After a few minutes you are in a familiar window of uncle Aaron’s house, you peek inside through the window from the fire escape stair that you once went with Miles to sneak out to visit his uncle. You wait patiently as Aaron have tied Miles to the punching bag with chains and wires, Aaron answers his phone call it seems to be urgent. ‘please go out please go out’ you chant in your head and your prayer is answered as Aaron walk out of the room after he shut his phone, huh that was easy.

You push the window up and goes in as quietly as you can, your eyes glance around the dark room, completely oblivious to a pair of eyes are watching your every move from the beginning. He hope the person that his other self is looking for will be you and you walk right in to him. He got a second chance to see you again,and he intended to keep you here all to himself.

As you walk right under him, the figure dangle himself down with one of his hand try not to make any sudden noise to startle you. Before you could reach to his counterpart, he reach his hand to your shoulder gently hold on to it. You startle by the sudden contact make you turn around to see a purple neon mask staring at you, you gasp out in surprise stumble back on your feet “W-wait!” you are scare of him. You used to love his mask, you thought it look ‘cool’.

Miles quickly hold on to both of your forearm pulling you gently to him, he unmask himself so that you can hear his voice. His voice is gentle “Shh shh calm down mi amada its me” he hold firmly at your forearms taking a few step closer to you. You are scare at this guy, the darkness of the room is making it hard for you to see his face but why is he talking to you like he known you before? And the voice sound so familiar. “W-who are you?”

Miles steps forward to you making you take every each step back until you are pin against the table and finally the light shine on to the person in front of you, that same honey eyes staring back at you. “M-Miles?” you stare at him eyes wide, this Miles looks different he have eye bags, slightly sunken cheek and his hair is shave and braided.

He look at you with a sad smile, you were too stun to do anything as he hold your cheek so gently “Hey mi amada, what happened to you?” his thumb grazing over a little scratch on your cheek cause by Miguel. “W-what did you just called me” you ask but this Miles pay no mind to your question “It’s alright I’m here now I won’t let anything happen to you,not this time”. Your mind is racing, why is he calling you my beloved? Why does he seem to miss you? Your other half is also here…well was here. Your eyes held sympathy at him now “Were you close?”

Miles saddened at your words “What are you saying mi vida, we are close” you shake your head at him taking his hand that is holding your cheek moving it away from your cheek “No no im not her Miles please” he grasp your hand pinning them to the table “We belong together mi amor, you belong to me” he lean closer to you, now chest to chest. You tremble slightly fear of this Miles behavior.

(1610 Miles POV)

Miles open his eyes, his head rings as he try to focus on his vision but as he open his eyes to see you are pinned down by somebody. Miles see your eyes make contact with his, your eyes are begging for him to help. But he can’t do anything but to dangle helplessly. The person pinning her to the table hold her chin turning her chin“Ah ah attention to me mi vida” Miles are even more confuse as to why this stranger is calling you endearing name that only use if you have an intimate relationship. “Please…you have to let me go, I-im not who you think I am” she whimper as you try to move away from the person but he shushed her “Shh mi princesa”

Miles heart burned slightly to see this person calling you different endearing names, its like he is talking to his lover and the tender touches is like he holding a treasure. Miles have been the few person that you trust and comfortable enough for physical touch, the warm hugs you share and the hand holding as you walk together. To see this complete stranger to just touch you it triggers his protectivenes and his, hidden feelings for you. “Hey! Let go of her man!”

(Back to third POV)

Miles lean back slightly a lopside smile tug on his lips before he lick his teeth “So, he’s awake” he still keep you pin to the table. “What so special about him hm? Tell me mi princesa” he reaches over to the side for one of his claw. “Base on the first name term you been calling him, you’re not even together,you’re not special to him” he hold his gaze onto you, hoping for you to understand his side and stay. Your heart squeeze painfully at his words, you two are nothing more than a friend.

“But to me, you’re my treasure, mi amor” his eyes is pleading at you, “He have all this fancy power but he can’t even get you home safe, mi princessa don’t you see? You’re here for a reason, to be here by my side together again”

Miles shake his head ‘no no no that’s not true (N/N) don’t listen to him’, he does care for her, he always have, you are special to him. You have been with him from the beginning, when you stand up to him to Miguel his heart swell to see you will always be by his side even when the others are againts him. He doesn’t want to lose you. “No don’t listen to him (Y/N)” Miles voice seems to annoy this other Miles.

“You’re so beautiful..I have miss your alluring voice talking to me, your soft touches” he put on his claw. “Why would you want to be with someone like him” his voice is lace with venom, he hate his other self to not cherish you like he would.

“Who are you..what do you want from her” Miles eyes glare at the back of this guy skull, he heard him chuckle “I’m” he pause before turn his head “I'm Miles Morales. But you,you can call me the Prowler” the other Miles says as he glare at the dangling spider.

Miles eyes widened to see himself with full on Prowler gear and a braided hair,he look much more mature here. Miles put the pieces of puzzle together in his head,In this dimension he too have his version of (Y/N), after hearing the names he have been calling it seems his other self is truly in love with not only earth 42 version of (Y/N) but from 1610 dimension too. “Look man…I know you have history with her but you can’t keep her here…you have to let us go”

The Prowler Miles walk up to near him “And let YOU keep her?” he raises his claws powering it up curling his claws into a fist “why would I do that” he put the fist beside his head.

You watch the two Miles, one is glaring to the other while the other is looking at the other with an eyes burning with determination. Determined to get you out of here…but the question is

Who will you choose?

(the end)

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Pretty Boy

: ̗̀➛ Jason Grace x clearsighted mortal!gn!reader

: ̗̀➛ In which you witness something horrible and wake up wishing it was just a dream, only to be met with the prettiest man you’ve ever laid your eyes on

: ̗̀➛ oh my gods??? hi??? yall absolutely ATE UP my percy fic??? i was actually SO nervous abt posting my writing, but the positive feedback made me so happy :,) also yes, this is set during HoH. do i care? no! piper is a gay icon and im sorry but i clocked in IMMEDIATELY that she wasn’t straight. my gaydar is just THAT good. also, i’m not entirely the biggest fan of this piece, but i believe in posting what i make. i use it as progress markers :)

: ̗̀➛ WARNINGS: probably out of character, near allusions to a panic attack (mr stapler eater thwarts it quickly 😌), jason being FINE.

‘oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!’ you think to yourself as you stare, unable to tear your eyes away from the Neptune statue that you frequently found yourself at this summer.

you watch as two weird furry things giggle and laugh at two boys. you don’t understand any of what’s happening right now, but you do know that whatever those weird ass creatures are, they stole the boys belongings.

you’ve never been the type to just let people get harassed, even if you don’t know them, or if their harassers are… four foot tall furry things… “hey! those don’t belong to you!” you growl at the creatures, stepping out of the shadows of the alleyway and approaching the broken fountain.

you let out a startled squeak as the shorter boy lights his hands on fire out of shock and defence when you approach. the sound that left your body as well as the EVERYTHING happening around you somehow distracted you from the telltale feeling of lightning preparing to strike on you.

in a flash, golden cords extend from Neptunes fingers, wrapping mostly around the blond boy. one of them misses the brunet, only to latch itself onto you.

just as you’re caught up in the tight golden cords, your body pressed tightly against the blond boy’s, a bolt of lightning strikes Neptunes trident, and suddenly the world went black.

vaguely, you can hear someone telling you to wake up, almost as if they were in a panic. thinking it was your mother trying to tell you that you’re going to be late for school, despite it being july, you curl yourself tighter into the nearest surface.

‘wait a damn minute…’ you think to yourself briefly. ‘this… this isn’t my pillow or my blanket…’

your eyes fly open, and are met with the clearest blue you’ve ever seen. theyre so blue that you weren’t sure if you were looking at the sky for a split second. and then it all comes rushing back.

“oh my god!” you cry, your voice shaking with confusion. it was real? why did it have to be real? why couldn’t this whole thing have just been a dream??

the pretty blond boy was clearly panicking a bit himself. “hey! hey! calm down, it’s okay!” he says over your panicky breathing. “my name is Jason. everything is oka— breathe, dude oh my gods calm down?!”

well that snapped you out of it.

“excuse me?!” you snap, your eyes narrowing with distaste. “don’t you tell me to calm down when i’m hanging upside down with some himbo lookin’ ass who’s acting like this is a regular ole thursday!”

the boy, Jason, bites his lip to stifle a laugh. if he wasn’t so damn attractive, you would’ve been incredibly offended. “sorry.” he giggles.

as you study his face, your own softens slightly. Jason didn’t portray it with his heart on his sleeve, but looking deeper into those mesmerizing clear blue eyes, you could see the horrors. something tells you that he doesn’t get to let loose very often.

“y/n.” you say, much softer than before. “my name is y/n.”

Jason smiles, and the small scar on his lip twitches. briefly, you wonder what the story behind it is. “it’s nice to meet you, y/n. i’m Jason. i wish it could’ve been under better circumstances.” he offers kindly.

you scoff and roll your eyes with a hint of fondness. “yea yea. you know how to get us out of this, Pretty Boy?” you ask with a small, slightly nervous smile.

Jason chokes, clearly not expecting the compliment. “er- yea. uh, just… don’t freak out when i pull out my sword.” he says sheepishly.

your eyes widen. sword?! before you even realize it, there’s a satisfying shrng! of metal in the air. Jason’s golden blade cuts through the cords that hold the two of you up and you tumble to the ground.

you wince and cradle your head. “ow…” you murmur, a frown on your lips.

despite you CLEARLY being in pain, Jason laughs at you softly. he offers you his hand to help you up, and with a shy smile, you take it. “these streets probably aren’t that safe right now… let me walk you back to… er… wherever you came from?” he offers kindly.

you can’t help but chuckle now yourself. “oh, sure, let’s walk to america.” you say with a snort as you begin to walk down the pretty streets of italy with an equally pretty boy. “won’t your friend need help, though?”

Jason shrugs your worry off. “nah, Leo’s fine. he’s as resourceful as they come.” he tells you with a smirk.

you nod and continue walking. “so i assume that there’s a reason i could see those weird things?” you ask softly, almost afraid of the answer.

Jason nods stiffly. he opens his mouth to answer you, but you don’t hear it. you’re too busy staring at him. at those clear, electric blue eyes that are shielded by a pair of glasses and hide so much pain. his soft looking pink lips and the scar along them. his windswept blond hair, as though he’d been flying through the sky without any protection. the way he talks and walks, as if he’s been trained his whole life to be a diplomat.

jesus christ, this boy is pretty as they come.

when you finally tear your eyes away from him, you frown. you’re somehow at the home your family has rented for the summer. already?

“thank you, for walking me back.” you say to him shyly as you look back into his gorgeous eyes.

Jason’s cheeks light pink, just barely, but enough that you can see. “of course. it’s no problem.” he responds as he rubs the back of his head nervously. “take care of yourself, okay, y/n?”

you nod and say your farewells, watching him as he turns and runs back the way you walked, intent on finding his friend. you wonder if you’ll ever see him again, if the fates will ever allow you to cross paths with such a beautiful person ever again.

your eyes fall as you watch him leave, but snap back up quickly. damn! he has a nice ass, too…

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hearts-4-vicky · 5 months

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ugh this girl shes so cute like… im actually so down BAD its not even funny

Hi my loves🫶🏼 this was supposed to be longer n come quicker but i forgot to save my draft n i was so fucking done UGHHHH.. I just wanted to put something out for you guys as a thank you for all the support my last post got❤️❤️❤️ I never thought id be postin on here but 😛

anyway, tall! bodyguard! fem reader x wonyoung has been taking over my mind lately yall dont even understand 😭🙏 (this isnt proofread cuz im so done, so sorry my loves if theres something wrong😔)

lets say ur a bit older than Yujin (like by a couple months) n ur first official job as a bodyguard is to make sure Ive makes it to a pop up event safely😝 Starship hired so many of u guys because sasaengs have been appearing more frequently than before. So here comes you and like nearly 3 dozen more guards though you stand out due to how tall u r😍😍😍(like taller than 6’4 cuz babygirl wony is already tall asf😔🙏) n your build (muscular women r so fine UGHHHH)

You and the rest of the squad were walking to the girls big ass dressing room, though you felt many eyes on you. Its something you’re used to, always being the tallest in the room (cant relate😭) Arriving at the dressing room door gets you a bit nervous since you know how big ive is as a group and how stunning they are😍😍😍 Once you guys were given the green light to enter, you need to lean down to fit through the door. seeing this, one of your colleagues snickers, making you roll your eyes.

Ive’s manager introduces you and the rest of your crew to the members, short n sweet. As their manager was just giving a brief run down abt whats gonna happen once you guys arrive, Wonyoung notices you. You were much taller than her and stronger too from what she can see😍 baby girl would be so shocked since most girls shes met have never been taller than her🥺 She was so focused on you that she didnt notice how one of her members eyes were also glued to you😛

ur bitch ass was zoning the fuck out but still kinda listening to the manager but you noticed how drop dead gorgeous the members were (same) though you were always drawn to the tallest member. Her beauty had you practically fawning over her that you didnt even notice the rest of the squad (ayeee pull up wit da gang😝😝😝😝 im so sorry) left to go to the vans you all arrived in😭 Flustered at this, you jog to the door to catch up, hitting your head on the doorframe in the process 🥺🥺🥺 You hear giggles after, but failing to notice how Wonyoung’s eyes were full with concern. Whimpering at the slight sting, you hold your head while still trying to catch up with the rest.🥺🥺🥺

Wonyoung watches as you disappear into the distance, pouting as she hears her members talk about how cute you were🙏 she starts paying attention after hearing yujin ask if they was a chance you were single😭 “Maybe, but not after im done talking with her..” Gaeul says proudly, though its short lived as Wonyoung hears Rei respond “Unnie, she’d have to go her her knees to kiss yo-“YAH!” The room fills with laughter as the eldest sulks in her spot, mumbling how unfair life is. Wonyoung’s mind goes back to you, not wanting to hear her members talk about how they want to get to know you more😜

timeskip to the event cuz im SICK AND TIRED OF THIS APP.

You and the other bodyguards line up behind each side of the rope safety barriers (is that what its called…) You were near entrance of the building and could already seen waves of people try to get a glimpse of the idols that were soon to arrive

As the van pulls up you can hear the crowd getting louder by the second. They only get louder as the girls start to come out, first with Yujin, then Gaeul, Rei, Wonyoung, Liz, and lastly Leeseo. Camera flashes and screams fill the air as the girls walk to the entrance of the building. They do their best to get there in a short amount of time while also interacting with fans

It was going smoothly, with the three eldest already at the door, waiting for the other members. Wonyoung was just a couple steps away from them before a man grips her wrist and pulls her closer to him. She tries to fight back but he is much stronger, tightening his already harsh grip. You act quickly, making the man let go and shoving him as hard as you can. He has a pissed off look on his face but it soon turns to fear as he sees you towering over him. The man nearly shits his pants after you bend your knees to be at eye level with him, hearing you call him the harshest words that come to mind.

After that, you let another bodyguard deal with the man as you turn your body to face the shaking girl. (babygirl was a bit scared cuz u seemed so pissed🥺🥺🥺) Your eyes soften at her state, shes frozen in her spot with widen eyes. Wonyoung focuses on you as you lean down to quietly talk to her. Her eyes are pretty is the first thing that comes to Wonyoung’s mind. She gazes upon your features for what feels like years, her admiration soon turning into attraction for you as she holds her now red wrist. You notice this, cursing the man in your head as you take a closer look at her wrist. holy fuck that shit is red, you meet her eyes once more, taking note on how hers seem to shine in the sunlight. “Are you feeling alright, Miss Jang?” you say in a sweet, soft tone. Wonyoung feels her heart start to race at how soft you are with her, a big contrast to how you acted to the man (duh)

“Oh-Yes! I’m okay, just a bit shaken up..” Wonyoung didnt respond right away since your warm aura made her start to relax. You nod, “Do you want me to escort you to the door?” She starts to nod, but is interrupted by her members rushing to her side asking her if shes okay. You step back, giving them their time but also waiting for her answer. After Wonyoung reassures them that shes fine she turn to you, nodding to your question from before. You failed to notice how her cheeks flushed a light pink as you walked behind her to the door🥺🥺🥺

time skip cuz its literally 1:30 am rn….

You didnt just walk her to the door but instead everywhere. You would only leave her side if she needed to take photos or use the restroom (though you were right outside the door just in case) You were following her around like a velcro puppy (clingy dog) 🥺🥺 Wonyoung thought you were so cuteee😭 she thought you were like a newfoundland puppy cuz ur so big UGH🥺 She watched as your eyes practically sparkled whenever you say something you liked or if someone brought up a topic you were interested in❤️❤️❤️ Babygirl was falling for you so hard rn

As the event was coming to an end, she wanted to go to the restroom before they left (it was an excuse to get you alone with her🫶🏼) She stopped right in front of the ladies door, making you confused. Wonyoung turns to you, leans toward you while slipping a piece of paper in your hand. She ran away shortly after to go to the rest of her members. It all happened so fast you were slow to comprehend what just happened. Reliving the moment for a few seconds you realizing she had kissed you on the cheek.

You place your empty hand over the cheek, now adored with a lipstick mark, as you smile like a dumbass😭 you hear your name being called to leave as well but before going over there, you read the note.

“Yn, I just wanted to thank you for making me feel safe and for getting to know me. I hope we meet again, as friends or maybe more?

XXX-XXX-XXXX

-Wonyoung <3”

You nearly fainted reading that last part.

OH MY GOD THIS TOOK SO LONG💀

guys if u ever write on this app MAKE SURE YOU SAVE PLEASE…. (my asks r open if u want this to be continued or if u wanna request something❤️)

kk love you guys🫶🏼 be safe, and have a good day❤️

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loaksbabyy · 1 year

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Ride wit it

warnings: p in v, oral (f receiving) face riding, riding, praise kink, creampie, and lmk if I missed anything. (MDNI++)

my note: Listen to the party & after party by The weekend. (Ik this is short but thank you all for 100! I love yall sm 🫶🏽

I understand, your body wants it.

I know your thoughts, oh you bout it’ bout it’

Lo’ak’s large veiny hands came in contact with her warm cheek, gently caressing them as he bore down at her with lustful eyes. She swallowed thickly not knowing what to expect from the boy whose eyes were undressing her as he licked his lips in hunger.

“you look so good, ‘wanna taste you right now.” He admitted running his thumb over her moist, plump lips. He pushed his thumb into the opening of her mouth, she immediately got the message and swirled her tongue around the padding of his finger as he pushed it back further, for the naive girl to suck harder.

He retrieved his thumb from her mouth, she didn’t want the dirty act to end, her tongue laid halfway out of her mouth as she leaned forward chasing his wet thumb. He chuckled at how thirsty she was, “so needy, be a good girl and come sit on my face.” He said in a low and demanding tone, a warm feeling was sent down to her core.

He smiled at how flustered he was getting her, he directed her to the bed for him to lay in and for her to lay on top of him.

You’re a big girl, and it’s your world

And i’ma let you do it how you wanna

The girl lowered herself over the greedy na’vi boy, her cunt immediately kissed his mouth. She let out the cutest little noise ever which made lo’ak go feral, his mouth moved accordingly to her grinding on his face. “O-oh Lo’ak..” she let out a breathy moan. He flicked and licked at her tiny clit which was so tempting for him to stick his sharp fangs in but he kept his composure.

“You taste— so fucking sweet.” He groaned locking his arms over her plushy thighs that laid on either side of his head. He admired how twisted up her face was from the amount of pleasure he was giving. Her breathing exceeded as his movements did as well.

He sucked on the small bundle of nerves like a piece of candy and explored every part of her sweet sweet pussy. “Shit! Right there—” she cried not being able to finish her sentence because of the amount of pleasure she felt once Lo’ak inserted two of his digits inside of her sopping hole.

“Right there? *kiss* Is that what my baby wants?” He teased leaving one wet kiss on her cunt while his long slender fingers curled inside of her brushing against the gummy walls of her cervix, so..so, softly. Her mind became foggy and all she could do was nod and spit out a strained moan.

He didn’t like that, he needed to hear her sweet voice. He spread her plump ass cheeks before slapping the thick flesh, which in result caused her to let out a sob of pain. She knew what he wanted and she was gonna give it to him. “Yes! Lo’ak! O-oh my god—” She whined as goosebumps arose on her body and her hips stuttered against Lo’ak’s mouth that was coated with her sweet nectar.

His fingers drilled inside of her while his mouth abused her clit—here and there he would kitty lick between her folds, the sound of her juices rang throughout the room. He caught how her abs tensed and her moans become louder, longer and more flowed out of her pretty mouth.

“You close mama?” He asked knowing it was impossible to get an answer from her, she was literally on the edge of cumming. Her face screwed shut as her breath became harder and her movements quicker. “I’m cumming! Lo— I’m!” She cried with a screech, lo’ak hummed in her pussy while keeping his mouth attached to her flimsy cunt as her orgasm washed over her. “Don’t let a single fucking droplet spill.”

Girl now ride wit it, ride wit it.

I know you know, I know you wanna (ride) wit it

“C'mon, use me.” Lo’ak nodded his head towards his throbbing cock that stood at attention. She obliged and lowered herself on his tip, well tried. She let out a shaky breath as she desperately tried to insert her boyfriend's cock inside of her gaping hole, her hand wrapped around his tip, keeping it still as she sank onto him.

“F-Fuck” He cursed, her tight hole suffocated him and he didn’t mind it one bit. He watched how she struggled to lower herself any further. “Let daddy h-help” He groaned placing his large hands on her skinny waist, a scar was bound to appear at how hard his fingernails dug into her pretty blue skin. She shuddered feeling his girthy cock inch in more and more inside of her.

The moans the two of them let out once Lo’ak was fully inside of her were breathtaking. He grunted at how she swallowed around him. “Don’t give up on me baby, make us both feel good.” He breathed out, leaning in to place a sloppy kiss on her swollen lips. She kissed back hungrily wanting the taste every bit of him, the girl went ‘up and down’ on his dick that slowly became covered with her white cream. She shuddered once again, a cry escaped from her tired throat as she rode him.

“Yep, j-just like that mama” He groaned throwing his head back in pleasure and she whined at his small praises. Her head hung low as she watched his veiny cock disappear then appear from being stuffed inside of her pussy, her small hand trembled as she reached for her clit—which would lightly tap the base of his cock, rubbing it in small circular motions.

“R-right there daddy, please don’t s-stop.” she sobbed really meaning everything thing she said. He let out a deep groan, teeth gritting as it took everything in him to hold himself back from grabbing getting ahold of his girlfriend, and fucking her senseless. His eyes landed on hers, noticing how they looked everywhere else except for his.

Don’t be shy wit it, I’ll supply with it.

“Keep your eyes on me, or I swear to— shit!” He grunted feeling her clench around him one too many times. A series of moans left his and her mouth, his hand reached out for her jaw, directing her gaze on him. Their eyes never left each other, lust filled their eyes, and pleasure was the only thing they knew and felt as of right now, nothing else.

“I-I love you so much.” She let out, a choked-up moan leaving her throat as she felt the coil in her stomach tighten. He growled not being able to hold back anymore, he planted both his feet up before thrusting into the girl above him. She gripped the sheets below her, shaking uncontrollably as her second orgasm came today.

“yes! yes! o-ohhh fuck!” She moaned letting all of her juices coat his dick and his lower abdomen. Her body fell forward, softly landing on lo’ak’s chest, who chased his orgasm. “Gonna f-fill you up so, so, fucking good.” He cursed slamming her bruised hips down onto him one last time before keeping them locked in place, then releasing his hot sticky load inside of her.

“Fuckkk, Oh my— mhmm.” He growled, fucking his seed all.. the way inside of her pussy as she twitched, sighing in relief.

I got you girl, Oh I got it girl

a/n: WHAT YALL THINK??

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serverusslaype · 9 months

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Shameless, pt. 3

snape x professor!reader fic

Shameless Masterpost

hey yall B) it's time for part 3.. i'm hoping i've done this chapter justice, though i am a little doubtful, only because this was sort of a filler chapter, it doesnt have muchhh plottt.... i just love the hateful/resentful relationship between the reader and snape at the moment, does that make me toxic lmao? :( </3

there is not much else to say, so i hope you enjoy this next part, honestly i have no idea how many parts there is going to be, i'm sort of writing it until i'm happy with what happens sort of thing.

anyway, it's lights out and away we goooo!! (if you get this reference i love u)

The chilly, biting air blew through you like a windstorm as you rushed to catch up with the strawberry-blonde author, the adrenaline that was pumping through you doing most of the work. Without a beat, you reached Lockhart, your hand colliding with his chest as you pushed him into a shadowed area; his back - once again - slamming against the wall with a thud.

A look of shock and complete, utter fear was spread on the Gilderoy's face as you pointed your wand in his sorry face. "As I was saying before, Lockhart," you growled, prodding the tip of your wand into his chest, "If you ever pull that shit again, I will not hesitate to have you removed from this school." You huffed, clenching your jaw. Gods, you could kill him, honestly! "What in the ever sweet-loving hell were you thinking? A student could have been harmed!" You hissed at the man, who had now composed himself. Honestly, you were holding back from hexing him. "Actually, Longbottom almost was!" You added, fire in your eyes.

"I'm sorry, truly, I am." Lockhart said guardedly, watching you with cautious eyes as you stepped back to give him some space. "It wasn't my intention, I promise you-"

"Incompetence is not tolerated at Hogwarts, Lockhart, believe me." You warned him, allowing yourself to calm down a little bit. You might've gotten a little carried away.

"Understandably." Lockhart replied, his eyes flicking between yours and your wand

"I'm glad we have an understanding." You said coldly and gestured for him to leave. If you looked at him again, you were worried you might lose your cool. You'd never gotten so angry with someone before, but placing students in harms way because of a stupid mistake truly pisses you off. It's shameful.

The crunch of Lockhart's boots against the ground faded out into the cold, bitter air as he scurried away. You stood still for a moment to gather yourself and your thoughts, running a stressed hand through your long hair.

"Feel better?" A sudden deep, husky voice came from behind you. You almost jumped out of your skin as you spun around to find Snape, equipped with an amused smirk on his white face as he relished in your fright.

"Bloody hell, Snape!" You scoffed, throwing a hand against your chest. Where did he come from, didn't he leave earlier? Was he following me? You wondered to yourself, a suspicious frown landing on your face. That familiar burning sensation began to creep up onto your cheeks and neck as you looked at him.

"For a Hufflepuff, you're certainly… fiery." The corner of his lips quirked upwards as he clasped his hands behind his back. You swallowed thickly as he stepped towards you, your heart beginning to pound again once more. "Perhaps the sorting hat made a grave mistake all those years ago." He added, articulating each word perfectly, tilting his head at you. You rolled your eyes at him, standing your ground. You refused to let him intimidate you again. You were equals now, and you wanted him to treat you like one. Snape's face twisted into a taunting sneer. "After witnessing your reckless yet, dare I say, impressive outburst, you would have made a fine Slytherin student."

"Oh, what an honour." You groaned sarcastically. What a backhanded… compliment? You weren't sure. Despite your confident facade, you could feel the walls you'd built crumbling as Snape leaned forwards at you, his lips curling into a face of disgust at your reply. "I am not selfish, nor arrogant. I would rather put others before myself." A rush of anxiety washed through you, like you'd just missed a step on the stairs.

"Ah yes, the most obvious downfall of Hufflepuffs. Selflessness." Snape smirked at you. He was clearly enjoying how easy it was to get under your skin and irritate you. Gods, he was driving you crazy, and you honestly didn't want to know whether it was the good or bad way.

Most definitely the latter, let's be serious here. "Ah yes, truly sorry that we also value people other than ourselves." You mocked the Potions Master, secretly desiring a reaction from him. Though, he didn't say anything, he only kept the smug smirk on his lips, his eyes narrowing at you as he studied you. It's like he knew what you wanted and he refused to give it to you.

The silence was deafening, and it was making you squirm underneath his nose. You hated the way he could command a moment perfectly.

"A brave little thing, aren't you?" Snape said. Little thing? Who did he think he was?

"Why did you follow me, Snape?" You questioned him, ignoring his demeaning insult. You were curious as to why he followed you, surely there were better things to do than pursue the Herbology professor. "I was merely curious as to why you took off at such speed." He answered matter-of-factly.

"Hm," You clenched your jaw, "and were you satisfied with your findings?" You asked tauntingly. Your breath hitched as he stepped towards you again, making you step backwards until your back hit the wall. Your chest was quite obviously heaving at this point, and you were doubtful it was to do with your frustration.

The wizard stared at you for a beat, observing your movements. "It doesn't bode well for you to be found reprimanding your colleagues, Professor L/N." Snape simply said, disregarding your previous question

"I believe you would think different, had you seen what I did, Snape." You replied with a frown. "Pixies were flying freely in his class, causing utter chaos and torment to the students- I mean, they'd hung Longbottom by the hood of his cloak on the chandelier!"

"Lockhart will not last here, we both know that, L/N." Snape declared, leaning back slightly, as if to back off from you. The hostility in him was still present, though. "As for Longbottom, I'm not surprised. That boy is always finding himself in perilous situations." He added, glancing to the right momentarily with a look of disgust. He looked back at you, sending your heart into a rapid beat once more. "I suggest you keep your nose out of things that don't concern you."

"Lockhart came to me." You laughed dryly, offended that he'd assumed you were drawn to the drama. "He came to me for help."

"Poor choice, clearly." Snape sneered. You opened your mouth to bite back at him. "However, possibly a smart move. Choosing the faculty fledgling. Easy to use. Though, evidently, Lockhart did not possess the foresight to see that it would backfire on him. He clearly misjudged your… spunky character." He continued, making you snort. He cocked a questioning brow at the noise. "Do not mistake me, I did take pleasure in watching you admonish that blundering fool."

You were shocked to say the least, to actually hear something positive fall from Snape's lips. Did he really just say that? You stood there, dumbfounded, staring up at him.

"You look startled, Professor L/N," The Potions Master smirked down at you. Understandably, you were speechless. "Is it such a foreign concept for you to hear me speak well of you?"

"I'm astounded that you're surprised by that. It's a rare occasion that you dish out positive feedback, let alone compliments. I thought you were more self-aware than this, Snape." You said, feigning confusion. Snape's smugness was soon wiped clean as another more familiar facial expression of his took residence upon his features - a stone-cold glare

You couldn't help the tiny smile that tugged at the corners of your lips, an unusual warmth blooming in your stomach. Yes, you were truly taking pride in successfully insulting Severus Snape - at this point, who wouldn't?

"Touché." Snape glared at you. Another moment of silence passed through you and Snape as you stared each other down. It was weirdly intimate, again. The two of you seemed to be forming a habit of this.

Snape was the first to break. You gasped softly as the Potions Master swiftly swept away from you, his cloak billowing out behind him like a wave that refused to break. You've come to understand that goodbyes are not in Snape's vocabulary.

Watching him walk down the hallway, you presumed to his quarters, you let your head fall back against the wall behind you. A quiet sigh of relief fell from your lips. You weren't sure how long you could keep up this hateful mask to hide your blooming affection for him. It was easier to pretend that you hated him, even though he sometimes did nearly push you to that extreme.

A week or so went by without another close encounter with Snape, and you were surprisingly content with that fact. It gave you time to process everything and most importantly - settle into your new position as the Herbology professor. You'd partially seen him in the Great Hall for breakfast, lunch and dinner, or whilst walking in the hallways but you never evoked a conversation with him. You acknowledged him with a polite nod, but that was it.

After that unorthodox interaction with him in the hallway that night, the hostility had simmered down between you two. Sure, he was bound to say something tongue-in-cheek soon enough, but you'd avoided him because of that risk, and also to do with the fact that your crush on him was truly growing out of your control. You were just hoping he didn't notice.

Today was a Saturday, and it was around ten o'clock or so in the morning. Since you had no classes today, you thought you'd complete an inventory check, to replace and monitor the levels of herbs and other plant bits and bobs you had. You'd just finished four classes worth of grading after starting at eight o'clock, so you were craving something practical, really. The constant repetitiveness of reading the same thing over and over again almost sent you into an eternal slumber. No Wiggenweld or Wideye potion could have saved you.

As you dug through your cabinets in your greenhouse, you noticed some things were missing. "Huh." You muttered to yourself, sitting back on your haunches, observing the storage unit. You leaned forwards and rummaged through it again, assuming you'd miscounted.

No, you weren't wrong. Things were missing.

Billywig stings, Chinese chomping cabbage, dandelion roots, dittany… Your nose scrunched up in slight annoyance as your mind immediately thought of Snape. McGonagall did mention at the beginning of the year that he might snoop through your cabinets and take some ingredients for his Potions classes. You just didn't expect him to take this much.

Luckily for him, you were in a pleasant mood, so you weren't inclined to scold him for stealing from you, but rather just have a word. Not that he'd care if you did choose to berate him.

You sighed as you stood up from kneeling, your hands brushing off your now dusty skirt. Off you go, to the damp and dingy dungeons - not particularly one of your favourite places at Hogwarts. The weather had really changed over the past few days, it was now nearing the end of September, and so the rain and clouds had really started to take hold. As of right now, it was quite dark and dingy outside, the clouds almost black, like a warning to stay inside. You groaned at the depressing sight. Spring was your favourite season of the year, of course, being a Herbologist.

Quickly scurrying out of your greenhouse, across the outside courtyards and towards an entrance to the castle, your hand rose up to protect your head as a drizzle of rain started to fall. Reluctantly making your way to where Professor Snape resided, a rush of anxiety and butterflies stirred in your stomach. Was this a bad idea? Probably. Were you going to turn back? Possibly.

As you neared the spiral staircase down to the dungeons, a sick feeling gathered within you. Almost like a gut feeling. Perhaps this was a bad idea. You stopped in your tracks for a moment, torn between the desire of running away back to your greenhouse, pretending like you had no clue that Snape had been in your greenhouse and taken some things, and the desire of giving him a piece of your mind, respectfully, of course.

You shook your head to yourself, as if to rid your mind of your doubts, and so you carried on downwards, the smell of damp earth and what seemed to be decaying stone, interwoven with fresh moss. It wasn't too pleasant, but it was bearable, and it reeled you back to your time at Hogwarts when you used to travel down here for your Potions classes with none other than the brooding Professor Snape himself.

Your nose scrunched up as you thought back to the amount of times he had berated you in class for messing up such simple instructions, but you just weren't cut out to be a potioneer; Herbology was your calling.

You hesitated on the last step of the stairs, suddenly regretting your idea of paying the Bat a visit. Fuck it, you thought. You needed to establish some sort of boundaries.

A voice pulled you from your thoughts as you halted your body.

"Professor L/N," Snape's recognisable deep baritone rang out in the dark, gloomy hallway of the dungeons. His tone was almost questioning. It was a given, considering you were not a common passer-by in the dungeons. Thinking about it, this was probably your first time down here in a long time. His lips just uttering your name sent a chill down your spine. You cursed yourself for that. You had to squint slightly to spot his tall, broad and black figure in the shadows, partially illuminated by the torchlights hung against the walls.

"Professor Snape," You greeted back awkwardly. He stood straight, face adorned with his usual cold stare, one hand falling from the knob of his classroom door and moving to clasp his other behind his back. He was clearly waiting for you to explain your reasoning as to why you were down here, but you were sure he had inkling as to why. He wasn't stupid. "Erm." Your mind went blank. This was fucking embarrassing.

You glanced up at Snape, watching him tilt his head at you. He was silent. He was obviously enjoying your squirming as you tried to think of something to say to him.

"I've noticed some things missing from my cabinets." You finally said, trying to push aside the waves of embarrassment that were currently flooding your body. "I'm presuming it's you taking the ingredients?" You questioned quietly, avoiding the risk of conflict with Snape again. As much as it's fun to push his buttons, you did not have the energy this morning.

"Good observation." Snape said blankly, stalking towards you slowly. You felt your heart pick up in speed as another rush of anxiety ran through you.

"I appreciate the fact that you need them for your lessons, but I'd also appreciate the fact if you'd at least tell me." You said politely, desperate to keep the conversation calm and somewhat civil, watching nervously as he walked closer to you. You forgot how intimidating he could be when you weren't fueled by adrenaline and rage.

Snape cocked a brow at you, his eyes narrowing a tad as he studied your face. Your eyes were partially widened, lips parted to some degree. It was a very drastic change from the angry one he'd witnessed in the hallway.

"Would you like me to leave you a poem, and a cookie, too?" Snape teased you with a haughty look, purposefully provoking you. A quiet sigh slipped your lips as you rolled your eyes. That familiar mixture of irritation and lust rushed through your body.

"And here I thought we could have a civil conversation." You said bitterly, looking up into his dark, almost black eyes. Your cheeks burned hotter as you stared up at him. Snape was silent for a moment as he watched you. There was that rage again, bubbling inside you.

"How foolish of you." He simply said, that common amused smirk tugging at his lips. You felt your fists ball again, your nails digging painfully into your palms. This was a mistake for sure, you were in such a good mood today, and one visit to Snape had unravelled that. Gods, he was such an ass.

"Clearly." You bit back, venom sizzling in your voice. Snape's brow quirked at your tone, his eyes flicking between yours, as if trying to read your thoughts.

"If you have come to lecture me on my habits, Professor L/N, then you have come in vain." Snape said, looking down at you, observing your restless movements.

"Why? Too far up your own ass to accommodate other people's wishes?" You challenged him, though, you slightly regretted your choice of words almost immediately. Sometimes, you wondered how this man made you lose your temper and the leash on your tongue so easily.

"You are way out of your depth here, L/N." Snape warned you, his voice darkening.

Yeah, you were fully aware of that. Though, being the stubborn person you were, you refused to back down from Snape. This also seemed to be becoming a habit.

"Perhaps," you noted, quirking your lip, "or am I just making a good observation?" The rush of adrenaline pumped through you again, prompting your brave and daring words. You did not want to make an enemy out of Snape, but his rude and unnecessary comments were starting to grate against your patience. A beat of silence passed over the two of you before he spoke again.

"Will that be all, Professor L/N?" Snape glared at you, his patience wearing thin with you. The wizard's voice was harsh, almost biting. Maybe you really did piss him off this time. As much as you wanted to continue throwing insults at him to satisfy your own selfish needs, you should really take this moment to leave. Avoid making things worse, no?

"In truth, no," You shook your head at him, prompting a roll of his eyes. You clenched your jaw at his reaction. "I'd like it if you did actually leave a note or something along those lines to let me know what you've taken and used." You said calmly, trying to avoid another bout of conflict with Snape. The two of you seemed to butt heads constantly, probably due to your rather obvious differences.

"Yes, yes. I'll be sure to do that the next time I require your herbs or plants." Snape replied curtly, seemingly a little tired of this conversation.

Your face quickly twisted into a contortion of shock and confusion.

"…Okay… thank you?" You stumbled, frowning suspiciously at him. So, he just accepts your demand? Like that? Is this what it's like to be treated as an equal? Whatever you could get, you were going to take it. Just bite the bullet and leave, you thought. This was it.

Or was this some sort of mind-fuck?

"Do not thank me." Snape scoffed, his hands still clasped behind his back menacingly. Ah, no, there it was, you thought. 'Thank you' did not exist in his vocabulary either, then?

"So close, yet so far." You muttered amusedly, tilting your head at Snape curiously. You waited for another glare from him for being a smart-arse, but instead, Snape's lips quirked up into a smirk - an amused one at that.

It was a weird interaction. But with Snape, things were going to be weird; he wasn't a normal person. You'd be beating a dead horse if you wanted him to act like an average human being.

In secret, over the past few encounters with you, he'd grown respect to you - albeit a little - but it was enough. Satisfactory. In regards to the tongue-in-cheek, bordering offensive comments that fell from his lips, he only tended to push your buttons because you made it so easy for him, he found it rather entertaining to get under your skin and irritate you. In fact, it was highly amusing to him. For all his time at Hogwarts, it was refreshing to have someone that could keep up with his remarks and keep him on his toes, however annoying you may become. Although, he would never admit that to you… unless poisoned with Veritaserum.

"I have some grading to do." Snape announced, breaking the silence and your train of thought, continuing to stare down at you, inferring that he was indeed leaving now. You swallowed, nodding. The air surrounding you two was… weird, you couldn't put your finger on it. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it also wasn't comfortable.

"Likewise, Snape."

"Severus," he corrected you, narrowing his eyes, "you may call me Severus. We are, after all… colleagues now." Severus said, hesitating like he was almost inclined to say equals. You felt your heart leap into your mouth at the correction and you blinked quickly, a little taken aback at how he had suddenly changed. It was like you'd finally broken through his first defences and possibly earned some sort of respect. Perhaps he was testing you those past times, seeing how far you'd go, seeing if you'd break down and leave Hogwarts because of his relentless and cruel remarks. Nonetheless, you persevered through it and came out on top, despite the probable heightened blood pressure caused by the frustration and stress he gave you.

Still speechless from what he'd said, you stared up at him with big, wide eyes. "I suppose you may call me Y/N." You said quietly, your cheeks beginning to tint pink again from the intense gaze the two of you were holding. There it is, you inwardly groaned as your body betrayed you in front of Severus once again. At this point, there was more chance of you becoming the Minister of Magic than hiding your feelings. It was only going to get worse, you thought helplessly.

Severus tilted his head at you for a moment, observing you before swiftly turning around with a dramatic twirl of his cloak and floating into his office, the door shutting behind him with a heavy thud.

What a start to the year this has been…

ok so there's part 3, i'm not quite sure if i like how it ended, but i'll keep it for now. i do like the part where they exchange first names, sort of like the first bit of them tolerating each other B)

-> next on the agenda, the dueling club scene because that is just too good not to include omg. might change it up a bit tho.. we shall see!

this was lowkey an unintentional enemies to lovers fic i wont lie lmfao

once again thank you for reading, if you enjoyed it please let me know!! 🩷

part 4

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hopelesslyromanticshark · 2 months

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Hi Ms. Covey (or Mrs. Valdez)!! I was wondering if you could do a love letter between Percy and maybe a naiad!reader? If you don’t know enough about them, I completely understand. If so, I was wondering if maybe the reader could be a daughter of Tyche?

P.S. I hope you are doing so so wonderful in life and wanted to know if the 🦋 emoji is taken? You’re so amazing :3 !!!

yall can only refer to me as mrs. valdez if you want anything from this point on frfr- also, i went wit the daughter of tyche one bc PUT SOME RESPECT ON MY LUCKY GIRL'S NAME OKAY- also, yes you are dubbed butterfly anon!!

𝜗𝜚 ‧₊˚ ⊹ LOVE LETTER W/ PERCY JACKSON

"i'm a lucky girl. i do lucky things. getting all my dreams. for what it's worth it seems that. i'm a lucky girl. and all good things come to me, flow to me, move through me," you hummed as you walked into your cabin, percy in tow. he rolled his eyes, wishing that song hadn't gone viral enough for you to stumble upon it. everyone knew you were a lucky girl, the epitome of lucky girl. the luckiest lucky girl to ever lucky girl. your mom wouldn't be your mom if you weren't.

"do you think im a lucky girl?" you asked with a glimmer in your eyes, looking up at percy, expectantly. like you always did when the damn song got stuck in your head. percy sighed but smiled nonetheless.

"obviously. my lucky girl," he flirted back with a wink, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your reddening cheeks. you shook your head, pretending to not be affected by his sweet words but it was to no avail.

"your lucky girl," you echoed, glancing back up at him with a soft smile before shoving him off you, "because you are in some desperate need of luck. one of the most unlucky people i've ever met."

"fair enough," percy shrugged before throwing his arms back around you're shoulders with a widening smirk that left you looking at him suspiciously.

"wanna be my good luck charm?"

"forever? dont need to ask me twice, percy jackson."

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mimiiis · 1 year

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El Mar (pt.2) (Namor x Latina!Reader)

(photos are not not mine)

Summary: Namor shows you something you never thought to be possible.

Warnings: All the Mayan used is from a translator, I apologize if anything is wrong. Cursing, mentions of fear, I think that’s abt it tbh !!Not Proofread!!

Series Masterlist. Prev. Next.

Word Count: around 9k

A/n: I am telling yall rn I was stressed the fuck OUT writing this 💀, not much happens but dw its all just leading to somewhere 🥹🙏

Words floated and spun in your head, an elaborate thread of language that you did your best to weave together as you wrote each word that crossed your path in the book before you. You wrote out each one in the English alphabet, translating the syllables you read aloud into a full word you could understand by connecting the pronunciation to its English counterpart. The process was absolutely time consuming, and it worked. Days passed since that night with Namor, and you had only thought of translating and learning the ancient language.

Something about that interaction seemed to have changed everything you had grown accustomed to. The women let you bathe on your own, you were given simple but still very elegant dresses, and they even smiled at you now. They may have been false but the faint welcoming energy made you feel.. happy? The young girl who had been previously frightened of you, now looked in your eyes and gave you a grin that felt like the warmth of the sun you missed.

You did your best to speak to them, writing and translating simple phrases like “how are you?” or “good morning/night” for whenever you saw them. You didn't know if your accent or pronunciation of words was correct, only going off of what you had heard those around you spoke like. Yucatec Mayan was very different from Spanish, though some words were alike. You delighted in glee when you translated a word and saw it was one you were familiar with.

The book you were given, Le Ujo’, was the main occupant of your time. You had only been able to translate a page or two, but even then you were able to make out the story within the papers. It focused around a girl, a girl who was like the moon. Her personality was described as cold but warm to those who saw past it, something about the few paragraphs you were able to read made it remind you of yourself. Her features were described almost identically like yours, you were half convinced it was written about you. But it couldn’t have been right? The pages were crinkled and worn, ink stains and blotches adorned it and so you believe it must’ve been a few decades old.

You did wonder where it came from, if the story was a part of the ancient Mayan culture that the world had long forgotten. If Namor and his people truly were still well preserved in time, they must’ve had a thousand stories to tell. The anticipation to quickly learn the language and demand to be told them all made your heart pound, it kept you going.

Being so busy now gave you less time to wander of the world you’d left behind, the subject still felt like a dagger in your heart when you did. It was only at night when you lay awake, causing a fit and moving every 3 seconds due to the unbearable thoughts of your mind, was when you’d wander back to your family and friends.

You came to think you understood Namors motives in keeping you hidden away here. Why he kept his people safe, their secrets and thriving life. These people were his own family, people he wanted to protect. The risk of a human running to the hills and telling everyone your secrets is not something you’d want to happen to you if you so graciously invited someone into your own home. You were so grateful to witness everything you had, but you still wondered why he hadn’t just left you on the beach. He explained his reasoning but it still irked you, how did he know about the men? About what they wanted to do to you? He said he felt connected to the sea, maybe the ocean called and told him. Maybe he felt what you did in your own bones, connected to that ancient spirit that resides in the depths of the waves.

The strangest thing was that when you thought of him, you felt that longing you always felt when looking at water. To urge to go to him and simply be there took a hold of you each time, it made you burn in either embarrassment or rage. You were unable to tell between the two.The resentment and the part of you that was simply human fought against each other day and night.

You tried not to dwell on that topic, the argument ringing bright and clear in your mind as you still tried to continue with your studies. But as much as you tried, you couldn’t ignore the pounding heart and rapid heating of your cheeks as your mind always managed to drift back into thinking of him.

~~~~

You sat in your chair, back and neck hurting as you craned your head into the book. Your wrist ached as you wrote down each letter without having to look back at the parchment paper made to help you. You managed to memorize each symbol, calculating the letters into place and quickly jotting them down as you got them. You’d make sure you were right when you finished.

The sound of a whistle and the sweet gentle call of your name broke your train of thought, making you shoot your head in its direction. There at the entrance of the room was the young girl, Nikté.

You learned her name when she first saw you reading the mayan book, eyes going wide as she suddenly began to talk frantically. You obviously hadn’t known how to tell her you didn’t know what she was saying, so you resulted in trying to write the word “learning” in her language. She nodded her head immediately after, that smile across her lips as she introduced herself properly at last. From then on, she visited you often, always coming into your room to tell you when food was ready, when the bath water was on its way. Though you mostly communicated by saying one word, it made you feel less alone. As if you had made a friend.

You stretch your arms, holding them above your head as you greet her, “Hola.” Smiles paint both your faces as she makes her way towards you. Her long black hair flowing behind her, the jingle of her jewelry is heard throughout the cavern as she appears in front of you. “Hola.” She replies, politely bowing her head to you.

You didn’t know what time it was, having gotten lost in your studies and skipped the time in which they brought the bath water to you. You stood up from the chair to stand at her height, bowing your own head to her as well as continuing to stretch by bending parts of your body you felt knots in.

Usually, she would sit down after you greeted her. Helping you with word accents and such but today she did not even look at the table.

“P'isib u janal?” You asked, ‘food time?

She shook her head, when she did you noticed the smile on her face. It was wider, happier, lovelier.

“Taal u.” She simply says, reaching her hand towards yours. The cold blue skin greeting your own made you shiver. She intertwined her fingers with yours, giving you a soft squeeze before nodding her head to the direction of the door.

“Taal u.” Come.

~~~

She led you through the halls, still walking hand in hand with you as you suddenly came to a stop before the room you had seen her and the two women weaving your dresses.

“Pa’atik.” She told you, Wait. She let your hand go, going inside of the dimly lit area and leaving you out in the hall.

The faint dripping of water, loud voices, and laughs were the constant noises you heard here. It had become second nature to block them out but you decided to listen to your surroundings as you waited for your friend. The rustle of fabric, the jingle of jewels, and what sounded like a hushed argument came from the place you waited outside of. You fidget with your fingers, wondering what you were even waiting for. The urge to walk back into the room and continue reading consumed your being, and it took everything in your body to stay planted where you were.

A minute or two passed when you were suddenly pulled inside the room. Your heart leaped out your chest and you let out a small scream as you were suddenly sat onto a plush chair in the middle of the room.

Nikté’s eyes greated your own, crinkled by the smile of her face. Her long fingers made their way through your hair, softly beginning to detangle it as you stared at her in confusion. You drifted your gaze as she made her way behind you, trying to take in your surroundings as this was your first time in this room.

You had only ever seen the guards, Nikté, and the two women during your stay here but the sight before you made you realize how you truly didn’t know the strange world you were in.

At least 10 women stood in the crowded space, all handling either jewelry or large amounts of fabric. Shining, glittering, or sheer, the yards of silk flowed off the tables around you and onto the floor like water. They flooded the room, a carpet of colors decorated the floor and your eyes went wide. You’d only ever seen such fabric of high quality in boutiques while shopping for dresses. Where did they even get these from?

You looked at the beautiful patterns and colors before you. White, black, and red colored dresses caught your attention. Each unique and with a personality of their own, all with different skirts and necklines. You wondered who or what they were for, enamored with the intricate details of them all. Patterns of flowers and ocean waves looked to be hand woven into the hems , rising up and up like flames and scattering across the bodice of each.

You couldn’t take your eyes off them, so entranced by their beauty you did not even notice the layering of beads upon your body. Heavy earrings were placed on your ears, pure jade decorated with gold and a matching necklace. The same type of jewelry they would dress you in to present you to Namor. You felt them, but didn’t truly notice until you looked away from those dresses and into a mirror. A large vanity style mirror was hung on the wall before you, you stared at your reflection.

Something about you changed. The last you had seen yourself in the mirror was the first day you were here, you could still feel that small piece in your hands as you flexed them. Back then you were scared, utterly frightened and confused of everything, but now you weren’t. Though still in the dark of several things, like where these beings around you even lived and came from, you seemed happier. The once deep bags of your eyes seemed to have filled out, you carried yourself taller, and the jewelry you once dreaded to see now made your stomach whirl in nervousness.

You were going to see him again. You swore to not think much of it but you kept remembering the book. You didn’t know if he picked out for you personally, but you wondered if he remembered reading about the girl who looked and acted just like you. You wondered if that's why he chose it. He even translated the symbols for you and wrote down their phonetic sounds. You began to think of that night and tending to his wounds. Reminding yourself of those things he said that made your heart skip a beat, stupid stupid man.

The anger you held for him kept you sane, or that’s what you’d like to believe. You didn’t know why you couldn’t stop fidgeting. Your knee bounced up and down, you bit your bottom lip, and you stared blankly at the mirror as you watched Nikté brush and place small pearls in your hair. She hummed softly, the water of her mask swishing with her as she moved her head side to side in the rhythm of the song she sang.

So sweet, so soft. Everything about her reminded you of the sun. The warmth of her voice and smile, the brightness of her eyes and laughs. She reminded you of Adeline. Though your friend on land was rather vulgar and half insane, she could be the nicest person you’d ever known when she wanted to. The sunset on the beach before you came here played through your mind, the way she looked at you with pure joy on her face made your heart ache. You got lost in the memory, going misty eyed before you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“Terminado.” Finished Nikté says, leaning over your shoulder to whisper it into your ear. You focus your gaze back to the mirror before you.

The front of your hair was covered in pearls appearing to look like a makeshift crown. The tiny beads reminded you of the fresh morning dew that coated the soft petals of flowers on that land you missed, small and delicate. The rest of it was loose and neatly pinned back so it stayed away from your face. All but two strands of hair poked out before your ears to frame your features.

You could almost die at the fact they made you look so pretty to only see him. Gave you such fine accessories and clothes for a man you didn’t even want to care to see. You recalled how he basically admitted he dressed you, the fact he might’ve wanted them to make you look beautiful made the skin on your cheeks burn.

How dare he make you feel this way after keeping you down here? What next, was he going to try to woo you in marriage?

The sudden thought made you burn even hotter, something inside you screamed in either delight or in fear. You couldn’t tell the difference. You quickly shook the thought away, simply looking back at the blue skinned girl behind you and smiling.

~~~~

Anxiety filled your gut as you were led down the now too familiar hall to Namors hut. The seconds felt like minutes as you attempted to work up something to say when you’d see him.

Do you thank him for the book? Pretend as if it meant nothing to you when in fact it meant everything? Do you ask him about the wounds, if they healed? Hell, why did you even care so much about what to say?

So many words, ideas, excuses came to your mind.

You were so captured by them that when you blinked you were suddenly in front of the curtain that separated him from you. There, just behind that flimsy piece of fabric, was the man you tried desperately not to think of day and night.

You felt as if your lungs were going to collapse from the air that had been sucked out. Fear, terror, anxiety, and a thousand more emotions shot through you as you made the decision to finally enter.

He was sitting lazily against the same chair he had sat in during your first meeting. His back was straight but his shoulders were slightly hunched as he held a pen in one hand and a piece of that same parchment paper you had in your room. He looked tense. A stern look rested on his features as he read what was before him.

Gold adorned his neck and shoulders with thick pauldron-like armor that sat atop them. Each layer was extremely detailed, either scaled or sharp edged swirls came together to resemble something that looked to be an ancient painting of a dragon. Hints of lapis lazuli coated the edges as a necklace of gold and shimmering pearls connected the two pieces of armor together, floating across his toned chest. Not a thing out of place. A white and red edged cape hung from him, flowing off and around like those fabrics you'd seen earlier. Smooth and soft like water.

You stared at the figure before you in absolute awe. Again, the only word you could even think of when you saw him was Ethereal.

He still hadn’t noticed you as you continued to take him in. So different from the last time you saw him, that weak and vulnerable air around him was once again powerful and tense. He never exactly told you what he was, you only found out he was a King through the people around you, but he really did look like a God.

You cough, placing your hands behind your back as you call for his attention. You straightened yourself as best as possible, trying to appear as unbothered as you could in the presence of him. Though if he started talking and you heard the voice that rang through your mind and made your knees weak, you didn’t know if it would’ve been possible to keep the act up. .

Namor looks up at you, his eyes scanning your body and face before that smile he always wore when he saw you appears.

He says your name. The thick and gruff accented voice made it sound so perfect, as if it were a piece of art specially made for him and only him to ever say. You braced yourself to feel your knees buckle, but instead the sound soothed you. It caressed a place deep down inside your gut and every tensed nerve inside you calmed. Every bad thought drifted away like smoke in the wind. How strange.

“You know, you never told me your name.” Were his first words to you after that.He lifted from his chair ever so gracefully, the fluid motion of his body drew you in as you stepped further into the room.

“I don’t think you ever asked.”You replied.

“No, I did not.” He chuckles. “It was actually Nikté who told me. It is nice to see you are making friends.” He gently nods his head, greeting you the way he always did.

“Did she now?” You nod your head in return as you stop behind the chair across from his. Your eyes met his, the dark of them swirled with a flurry of emotions. You didn’t look away this time. You didn’t roll your eyes and run away from him like you had before. No, how could you? You made it this far, why turn back now.

“How are your wounds?” You ask him, looking away and taking a seat on the chair in front of you. You grabbed a piece of melón that was gently set in the bowl of fruit on the table, realizing you hadn’t eaten at all this morning.

“Take a look for yourself.”

You look back up and into his direction too eagerly. He begins to pull away the fabric at his sides, the golden skin at his waist peaking out beneath. Smooth, unmarred skin was revealed to you and your eyes went wide.

“What?” You whisper to yourself. “But- that type of injury should have taken weeks to heal. There should be scabs, o-or at least a trace of scars— How did that even heal so quickly!” You question, brows furrowed in confusion as you stare at his waist. Impossible.

He simply laughs at you, hands falling away and the cape back into place. “That is actually the reason I called you here today.”

You looked back up at his face, seeing a playful grin set upon his lips. You lifted a brow, “Called me here? What? Like I’m your pet?”

Silence. The grin was wiped clean off his face, replaced with an emotion you could not quite read. You were going to ask if he was okay, worry spread through you as you realized you might’ve offended him. You considered apologizing for what you said, mouthing opening to say the words until he smiled.

His cheeks curved up until the crinkles at the corners of his eyes and the smile lines at his cheeks were on full display. He laughed, practically howling as he held his stomach.

You sank down and embarrassment filled your veins. That laugh would ring throughout your mind later, you knew it. It made your stomach do flips and your heart pound at the sound. He continued to shake with laughter as he set himself back down onto the chair before you. Slowly wiping away small tears that fell onto his skin.

“Pet! That’s funny.” He manages to say in between breaths, eyes open fully and set on you now.

“It wasn’t That funny..” You mumble before biting the fruit in your hands. You chewed as slowly as possible, savoring the bittersweet taste of the melón that soaked in your tongue. Its juice coated your fingers, the slippery texture almost had it falling from your hands.

It tasted like summer. Memories of your mother bringing you fruit after playing with friends on hot days rang through your mind. You did your best to focus on those times, doing and thinking of anything to ignore his gaze on you. It reminded you of why you even let yourself be here, your silly goal of somehow convincing him to let you go back to that life you missed. You won’t let your emotions keep you away from that. Or, at least you’ll try.

He snickered, clicking his tongue as the wide smile stayed. He shook his head as he did, the last few laughs falling away. “No, it was funny.”

You huff, rolling your eyes before taking an even bigger bite of fruit. “So, why am I here?” You ask, mouth half full. Juice spilled from the corner of your lips, seeping out and dripping down onto your chin. The orange colored sap slid down down down, onto your collarbones and the necklace you currently wore. You were too busy looking at him spitefully that you hadn’t noticed he was studying the way it that stuck to your skin.

You were about to say something, something snarky and no doubt stupid when you saw him staring at you. But it quickly faded from your mind as you saw his arm reach up. A strong calloused hand made its way towards your face, holding itself in a cupping position. Your body froze as you stared at the person it belonged to. His eyes were intense, set on not your own but rather your lips. His hand reached your face, cupping your chin softly. Much softer than anyone has ever held you. His thumb swiped across the corners of your lip, wiping away the stickiness on your chin with it as well.

“You are here because I have decided I need to show you something. A way of saying thank you for the other night.” Namor replies, his eyes slowly studying your face. You felt flushed as you watched him, your fingers dug deeper into the piece of fruit you held. The soft unbruised melón was now intended by your fingers, a darker orange where you held it than the rest of its untouched counterparts. He continued to hold your face a few seconds more, the warmth of him made you want to nuzzle into it. It took everything to resist.

Chills went down your spine, goosebumps spread across your skin when he gently brushed it away. Your mind was blank, everything you ever thought of was gone, it only focused on the lingering warmth on your cheek. His presence seemed to do that to you. Like if your mind was a compass and he was north.

You stared blankly at him, the unexpected action left you going crazy. Feelings bubbled in your gut, thoughts you didn’t even want to have about him all rushed and played in your mind.

God! What was he going to show you? Surely it wasn’t anything like.. that.. right?? This is only your third real conversation!

You tensed, blinking slowly as you finally gulped down the chewed fruit in your mouth. You forced yourself to breathe, slowly and steady.

His lips began to move, he was saying something. But you didn’t hear. Your ears rang as you slowly tried to pick up the scattered parts of your brain and put them back into place.

“Huh?” You managed to force out when you noticed that he was finished. Not having heard a single thing.

Whatever he said must have been very important because he suddenly stood. The action startled you, jumping slightly at it.

“I said to follow me. I need to show you something.” He says calmly, as if what he had done to do had no effect on him whatsoever. Well, why would it? He definitely knew what he was doing. Bastard.

“Oh okay.” You mumble in response, your voice faint as your eyes follow him. His strong back was turned to you as he walked out the hut, he didn’t even wait to hear your response. He was gone and you were left staring at the gentle swaying of the curtain before you.

You softly cursed him before taking the final bite of fruit in your hands. He really was going to be the death of you.

~~~~

“That’s absolutely hideous.” You say, voice painted in disgust.

A big metal suit stood before you. It was made of chunky metal, covered in wires and lamps and a large oxygen tank. Not only that but it was quite wide. No doubt that it had many layers residing inside of it, most likely designed to protect the person who wore it. It was rounded at the edges with a thick type of plexiglass helmet resting upon its top. It reminded you of a high tech space suit, the white paint of it like those you’d seen in movies.

“Ah, so now is when you care about something being attractive.” Namor says. You can’t see him but you could tell he had a shit eating grin on his face. You shook your head before turning to look at him. You glared, showing no amusement at his response.

You both stood outside his hut, near the body of water that surrounded the rocks of the cave. The glowing pools made the suit look blue, reflecting the light that showed upon it. You both were covered in the royal colors as well, the soft glow lit his eyes in a way that looked like they were swimming with stars. Though the shadows on his face made him look more menacing, his sculpted sharp features were more intense. The complete opposite to the softness of his eyes.

“What’s it even for?” You ask, tilting your head back to the strange thing before you. You tried to examine it even farther, attempting to figure out its intended use but instead more questions popped up inside your mind.

Where did it come from? Who made it? Why was it here? Where did they even keep it?

You placed a hand on the cold metal, smooth and slick. The suit looked new, as if no one had even dared touch it before you did.

“Deep sea exploration.” The male behind you says.

“Deep sea- what?” Your eyes went wide as you whipped your head to him. He chuckles, gently making his way towards you and the suit.

“I need you to get in it. Only if you want to see what I have to show you.” He sounded so calm, as if that request wasn’t something incredibly bizarre. You stared at him in disbelief. Your brows furrowed and you wanted to call him crazy.

“What would you have to show me that requires a deep sea exploration suit anyways?” You ask instead, emphasizing the words he used.

He gave you a sly look, mischief swirled in his eyes and smiled before looking away from you. “It’s not something I can really say, only show.”

You roll your eyes at him, sighing before backing up to take in the suit's entirety once more. You grimaced as you felt a tinge of fear inside you, it sent a chill down your back. You can’t imagine where he wants to take you in that. But, if his people lived in water, if they thrived there then, maybe… maybe you could trust him with this. He saved you once, let you heal him besides his protests, gave you a book you couldn’t be more grateful for. You had few reasons to trust him, but something told you they were a part of something grander than you knew.

‘Trust him..’ That call inside you roared at you.

If anything were to go wrong, he’d be there.

He’d be there, the words rang through your mind. They put you at ease, and you grabbed a hold onto that.

“I mean I guess but..” You begin. Even though calm soothed your mind, just agreeing to get in the suit made your bones cry out. Fear and excitement whirled inside of you, it made you want to crawl out of your skin and run from the leering unknown of what he was to show you.

You can trust him..’ You repeat to yourself, to your crying nerves as you turn to look at him.

“How am I going to get in?”

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The suit was not as heavy as you thought. Though hard to navigate in, the small light that it illuminated gave you a tiny sense of security in the dark of the ocean.

Namor helped you in, giving you a small lift as you climbed inside. Though he first insisted on flying you up, grabbing your waist before you began to protest. You trashed and pounded at his chest, demanding that he let you go, he merely laughed before bending his knee for you to step on.

You asked what he was going to wear, if you really were going to such a place where something of this sort was required surely he needed one too. He simply said “You’ll see.”

That was when you learned he could breathe underwater. You stared in shock as he led your metal arm through underwater caves, smiling and talking as if the fact he could do so was absolutely nothing.

You tried not to think about it, that night he saved you, but began to think you should have. You never acknowledged how he did it, the fact he simply had was enough for you. Though this would never have crossed your mind. You supposed it made sense, he was a King— a God—, to his people who could do the same. But even then it still puzzled you, they had blue skin and he did not. They had gills, he did not. His ears were pointed, theirs weren’t. He even had wings on his feet, hell. But perhaps it was seeing him in his natural habitat that surprised you. You’d only ever seen his people, never him.

There may have been a millisecond where you thought you understood him though, what he was. But in fact, you knew nothing even when you felt as if you knew everything. And maybe you did, maybe you just needed reassurance.Maybe you just needed him to say the words himself, to tell you. To soothe you. Because the way he spoke, the way words slid off his tongue and into your soul, made you feel as if a piece inside of you was missing. And his presence was the place they resided, so whenever you were near you felt whole. You felt as if you were home, as if you could trust him. Despite every nerve in your body and thought in your mind, the piece that called you to him was stronger than any force.

Even when the cold and incredible dark of the water surrounded you, even as it still sent a disgusting wave of fear over you, looking at him made all those feelings wash away. You did nothing but watch him lead you down into the depths the entire time. You watched him swim so gracefully it put the gentle swaying of the seaweed to shame.

You didn’t know how long the journey to your destination was, you didn’t even know where you were going. Only following Namor’s lead, you waited and waited to come to a stop. To see something that would indicate something was near.

You were about to ask, where he was leading you, how far and deep in the ocean were you going. That was until the gentle glow of blue lights illuminated him and your view. You watched his smile light up.

He swam faster, leaving you trailing behind as he seemed to perch atop something that looked like a building. You were going to cry out, tell him to come back but the water seemed to push you into his direction. You were beginning to drift away, the control of the suit slipping from you as fear took over once again. But he caught you, gently grabbing your hand before turning you around to see what he had been admiring.

What you saw then made everything come into place. You were so thankful for those fragments of culture that I saw in the cave, believing that was all he had to hide. But this… you now finally understood why he’s kept you there. If you even muttered a word about the cave, what you’d seen, someone might have come looking. Might have found this, you could never do that to them. No this… this was something pure, untouched and different from the world you knew. You would have given every life you could live if it meant to have seen this only once.

He called your name, but you couldn’t look away. A smile began to make its way onto your face, pure utter joy and wonder exploded inside your chest. It filled you, the cold around you seemed to fade and every worry was gone.

“Welcome to Talokan”

It was a city, an underwater city. Ancient mesoamerican architecture sprouted from every inch of the rocky walls and earth, carved carefully and beautifully. They were everywhere, on the seafloor and above. Round, squared, or sharp edged, those buildings covered every inch before you. Large natural plants decorated the surface of them, glowing in a natural blue light that seemed to come from their veins. Weeds swayed with the motions of the water, dancing to the harmonies of life around it. Fish and jellyfish carried that same blue glow as the plants. They floated like beautiful balls of light around you.

A grand pyramid was in the middle of it all, dyed red with hints of green. It loomed and towered over the city. But instead of being separated from everything else, it welcomed the surroundings. United rather than apart, it seemed to compliment the buildings around it rather than the other way around. It spread out, the structures bordering it were parts of it. You couldn’t tell where it ended and the rest started.

That was not the centerpiece though. No, how could it be?

It was the giant, beautiful ball of glowing light.

Huge and brighter than anything you’ve ever seen, it looked like the sun. Its light bounced off every surface, illuminating what you saw now. The glow filled your soul, your heart. That call you always felt when looking towards the ocean, it thrived there.

You hadn’t noticed the whales until one passed over you. A giant, beautiful creature whose song echoed around the walls of the city. So grand, so amazing. You’d never seen one so close.

Though there was something strange about it, you looked closely thinking that the spots scattered across their skin were abnormally large barnacles, but how wrong you were.

It was people. People who rode and grasped the back of those large magnificent creatures. People who could breathe underwater and had gills as well.

You hadn’t exactly caught a good glimpse of what they looked like in water, only having seen them as blurs in the shallow pools of the cave. But you saw now. They looked like any other person on land. Tan, pale, or dark skinned, they looked so human.

Maybe they once were, maybe their ancestors felt the gentle kiss of the sun on the land above. The feel of air filling their lungs and the crisp scent of spring flowers. You wondered what happened for them to end up here.

You once yearned for the water, for what resided in the depths of the unknown expanse. Being here made you think this was it. That this was the place that called and called you every time you set foot on the shore. Was this truly it?

You began to think the pressure of the water was getting to you, that the suit would give in and you’d suddenly wake up in that small hammock of your room. But no, this was real. You grasped the hand that held yours, grounding yourself as you felt like you were floating in absolute bliss.

He called your name again, so smooth and gentle even in the ripples of sound underwater. You responded this time, having to look away before your heart exploded out of your chest.

“Would you like to see more?”

“Yes.” You replied quickly and breathlessly, nodding your head. Tears fell on your cheeks, ones you didn’t even know had formed in the first place.

Namor saw them and gripped your hand tighter. The gentleness of his eyes spread to his face, a soft genuine smile appeared. Real. No sign or hint of wit or mischief. That tense look he constantly wore was gone, vanished like it had the night he was wounded. But it wasn’t vulnerability that took over, it was something you couldn’t quite place.

A longing inside you grew as you tried to figure it out. It consumed your soul and being as you looked at him. Then it clicked.

Fondness, that was it.

You’d been here no longer than a minute but you knew what you were to see would change every emotion you had towards him. Every sliver of stubbornness and anger melted away with that look he gave, gone never to return. It is so easy for humans to surrender to their emotions, so easily influenced by other memories. At least you can say you tried.

You looked back to the world before you, taking a small leap in the water. Soon after he led you further by the hand, beginning his swim once more.

~~~

There was no excuse you could make up to go back to the life you knew before this. Not a single thought or idea could compare to what he just showed you. Why would you even want to leave after experiencing that? Namor showed you the secrets of his world. How unfair and ungrateful would you have to be to deny what he offered you. It was all you wanted and more, a life in the ocean. To be with the water forever.

You believe that if he had shown you Talokan when you first arrived, if he had been honest about what he wants to protect instead of just saying you need to stay with him, you would have said yes without a second thought.

Your blood sang along with the song of the people you heard down there. That ancient voice that kept you awake for years and years came from Talokan. That was it’s home, you knew this now.

You recalled the city and its heart. That giant ball of light made of vibranium, he had explained to you.

“It brought the sun to my people.”

His people. People who lived and thrived in that ancient and forgotten world. You saw children and adults go about their day. All laughing, smiling, trading goods, or playing sports. It was no different than the land above, they were just like any other society. They had their love, lives, people to protect.

You marveled at it even now, seeing beings with gills and swimming skills that would put those who trained their whole lives to shame.

They greeted you and Namor like old friends, wide grins on each of their faces. They weren’t afraid of you, no. They went up to you, bowing and placing their left wrist upon their right, a salute of some sorts to their king before coming and gently touching your suit. They examined you as you did them, not a hint of malice or disgust in their faces. But rather joy and wonder, you tried to listen to what they told you. Syllables and words you didn't know or understand crowded your ears as when all began to talk at once. You tried your best to keep up, but you only understood the few words Nikté had said to you.

Regardless, they all looked so happy. So free.

In a world where all the rules from that up above never existed you begin to fantasize living there.

As yourself, as the person you always wanted to be. Unbound from the shackles of expectations from family and friends. All that you would get judged for around from those on the surface, your gut told you that they never would down in the ocean below.

But, you had family and friends like they did. You had people who missed you, who worried and cared. What would happen if one of those smiling beings you saw had been in the same situation as you? You’d want them to come back home. Why would you keep them away from everything they’ve known?

It had been a few minutes since you returned to the cave with Namor. You sat at the edge of the rocky floor, feet dipped into the water below. He sat next to you, covered in the cape he had previously worn now acting as a towel.

No words had been exchanged since he had told you it was time to come back. Your mind was still in that city, so was your heart. You kept your eyes closed, burning everything you had seen into your mind. Like the amber which once encased the bones of the past, like the way these people upheld and cherished their undiscovered lives.

You kicked your legs back and forth, the splish splash of the water filling the silence of the cave. You hummed to yourself, that same song Nikté sang earlier.

“I know that melody.” Namor suddenly spoke, voice no louder than a whisper. You turn your head to him, only to see he was already looking at you. He was so close, his shoulders nearly touching your own. His hand almost overlapped your own as well, his pinky looked as if it was reaching for your own.

You give him a smile, “Nikté said it was called K’iino’. That means sun right? Was- Is it about the vibranium sun?” You ask.

He nods, a smile grows on his own face at your words. You nod in return. Silence spread throughout the cave again.

You tensed, body stiff from containing all the questions building inside you. You did your best to not say anything, not wanting to pry at him and his reasoning. But you needed to hear him talk, to feel that warmth his voice brought throughout your body. You needed to know, to know why he showed you such a secret. He told you himself, he could not risk his people being compromised.

“Why did you show me Talokan? I don’t— I would have been fine in the cave you didn’t need to show me. I’m just a human from land. I highly doubt I have the right to be shown such a thing-“ The words you had been holding in finally burst, flowing freely before he cut you off.

“Why do you think I gave you the book?” He says.

You quieted. Why did he give you the book?

You blinked at him, mouth in an O shape as you considered the question. You’ve thought about it of course, but never came to a conclusion. Your mind would mostly drift off when thinking about him, about the girl in the book. You never tried to understand exactly why he gave it to you. You assumed it was for you to simply learn the language, obviously that was not just it.

He saw you pause, his brows furrowed and a troubled look flashed upon his face. He shook his head immediately after, brushing away whatever he had been thinking of. Namor finally looked back into your eyes, a flame burning bright in them as he stared intently.

“You had the right to know. I don’t want you to think that I am keeping you here as a prisoner. I don’t want you to feel like one. You are allowed to do what you like, what you please. I gave you the book so…” He paused, trying to find the right words to say. “If you read the whole thing, I had a feeling you would be able to understand why I am keeping you here. If I showed you Talokan, you’d understand even better. I needed you to see what I have to protect, what I am protecting. And that I could protect you too.”

A wave of emotions was sent over you as he spoke those last few words.

Protect you too.

But what was he protecting you from? You weren’t Talokanil, you had been exposed to the world above. You’d lived in it, you came from it. You were born from the dirt and ash unlike those he called his people. You thought of your own people actually.

How similar the lives of both civilizations live. How a mother or father of someone might go so far as to protect their children. Talokan was his, he was their King. Their God. But you had a mother of your own too, a father. Siblings, cousins, aunts and uncles who you know would worry for you as much as he would for a single one of them.

“What would you do if one of your own people got stolen? If the person who held them locked them away where you have no chance of finding them. what would you do?” You ask.

“I’d tear the world apart to find them.”

“And what is to say my family won’t do the same for me?”

He froze, the burning in his eyes stopped. A cold seized over him as he looked stunned. For just a split second, sadness flashed against those brown orbs and you didn't look away.

He said your name, softly and gently. It almost broke your heart to hear him say it. “You want to leave? After I showed you-“

You cut him off, “No! Never, I could not do that to you. To Nikté, to all those people down there. I would never.” You explain. “I just..I simply ask for a week on the surface every month. On land, I have no doubt people are looking for me. I just— I need to let them know I am safe. That I am cared for. I will not tell them anything about you or what I know. I just don’t want them to think I ran away forever.”

Namor tenses and he backs away from you. The close proximity you once shared now distanced. He sighs heavily, throwing his head back. He’s thinking, the lids of his eyes twitching as he knits his brows.

You bite your lip, fidgeting with your fingers as you anxiously wait for his response. The silence between you two is drawn out, the sound of your mingled breathing filling your ears. You do nothing but look at him, study him.

His jaw is clenched, tight and firm. It was so sharp and pointed. Perfectly complimenting his ears. He really was beautiful.

You considered telling him to forget your offer, that you’d be fine without it and quickly storm back to your room. Until he lifted his head, rolling it around his shoulders as a faint crack came from the tensed area.

He sighs again,”One day.”

“What?”

“One day, every month.”

You stare at him again, seems to be the only thing you can do around him. It took a few seconds for the words to truly process into your mind.

“Five days.” You respond, one day was absolutely nothing.

“One.”

“Four!”

He gave you a long look. Something told you he didn’t want to fight. And neither did you. You huff, glaring at him and slightly pouting.

“Three. Three days.” Namor says, voice gruff and somewhat defeated.

Three days. Three was good, right? Longer than one, shorter than a week. It was enough time for a weekend, a weekend with your family every month. Enough time to feel the real warmth and heat of the sun upon your skin. Enough time to feel the grass and dirt to last you until the next month.

“Fine.” You agree. You open your arms to stretch your own tense muscles. You could still feel the weight of the suit on your shoulders, the way it moved in the water.

A yawn escaped you, eyes suddenly growing heavy as you turn back to Namor. He never stopped looking away from you, that soft look from before was there. So gentle, so sweet.

He looked so happy in his city, with everyone. Though you cannot say you truly know him, a piece inside of you did. And it scared you, just how at ease he made he feel. You thought of today, of what he had shown you and how he looked at you. You could still feel his hand on your cheek. Though only the ghost of it, it was still there. Has it always been there?

“You’re tired.” He says, his voice like a lullaby. Sleep called you, he was its companion. That warmth and comfort he brought you doubled now in your drowsy state.

“Mhmm.” You hum in agreement, nodding as well. Your eyes looked down, upon the expanse of him. His tanned skin, the muscles of his body. Giddy feelings swelled inside you, heat grew in your cheeks as they drifted to his left abdomen.

No wound. No scars.You had forgotten about that, when it was the entire reason he even showed you his home.

“You never told me how you healed so quickly..” You begin, eyes looking back up to him. But the second you did, Namor had begun to move.

He swiftly stood up, leaving you staring at his knees. More strong muscles in your line of vision. You could drool.

“That.. Is a story for another time. You must sleep.” He tells you, reaching his hand out to you.

The golden cuffs on his wrist shone in the soft cave light. Glinting and glimmering, you grabbed it. His rough skin welcomed yours, and it almost burned to touch him.

He pulled, a low grunt leaving your lips as you hauled your tired self up. It still felt like you were in the water., arms and knees growing weak at the sudden weight of gravity. You went at the sudden change of position, steadying yourself by squeezing his hand. He squeezed back.

The action had you burning even hotter, rushing to look back into his eyes. Something, anything to ground yourself. To let you know this was real.

And it was. That look in his eyes didn't change, it didn’t waver not one bit. It made warmth spread across your chest. You wanted to hold onto it a bit longer, to never let go of the hand that held yours. But he did.

His hand left yours, leaving a brush of emptiness against it. You almost felt sad, until you saw it come into your line of vision.

He cupped your face as he had earlier. Your body came back to life at it, every ounce of sleep left as he pressed against you.

You could melt in his hands. Your heart pounded in your ears at the flame of his touch. You wanted to speak, to say something. Anything to not let the moment pass and keep it going. You could stay here forever.

But nothing came out, not even a whisper or gasp left you as you opened your mouth to him. You just stared as you had before.

“Rest.” He tells you. “We will talk tomorrow.”

No. You wanted to say.

Now, I want to talk now. I don’t want to leave , not right now.

But sleep washed over you as he pulled his hand away. You clung onto the remanentes of warmth on your cheek. Your tired to fight the sleep that overtook you, but it was too much. You eyes were closing, you couldn’t even think straight.

So you simply nodded, bowing slightly before sluggishly heading back to your room.

~~~

Nikté pulled each pearl from your hair, combing her long fingers carefully through every strand. She massaged your scalp as you kept your eyes closed. She continued humming her song, you almost fell asleep right there.

She kept going, the melody of her voice slowly send you drifting off in the chair of your room. The bed was so close, you wanted to tell her to leave you. To drift off into the world you saw each time you closed your eyes. But you don’t think you would’ve even have enough strength to lift yourself up. To wrap yourself in the blankets waiting for you.

You just knew you needed to go back, to Talokan and to him. Only in your dreams will you find them, and that was enough for you at that moment.

You couldn’t wait any longer, finally giving into the darkness. Knowing you’d be happy to greet what awaited you, you finally slipped into the unknown. Hoping to dream about the sea. The ocean.

El mar.

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Hi I so happy your open can you do the tfa team prime react to sentinel prime falling in love with a female cybertronian who came to life by an allspark fragment , she is a kind and a total sweetheart to everyone but is very oblivious to his feeling

TFA TEAM PRIME REACTION TO SENTINEL FALLING FOR FEM WHO CAME TO LIFE BY ALLSPARK FRAGMENT!!

IM BACKKKK!!!!!!!!!! HOORAYYYY

I know Sentinel is a jerk in the show. But he deserves love. Everyone does😢 (kinda)

ANYWAYS. TYSM FOR REQUESTING AND I LOVE THIS. 😍😍

ENJOY YALL!!<33

Warnings‼️: well, I’m using ‘Y/N’ tho. So for ppl that don’t like that being used I’m sorry, idk what else to use honestly 😢

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Optimus:

-he’s so cute. Love him sm🤞

-anyways.

-At first he was surprised. He was surprised Sentinel could ever even fall in love.😭

-he’s happy for him though, watching an old friend of his that was a jerk fall in love. Deep inside Optimus would think you can do way better. But your life yk!

-when he first witnessed you and sentinel talking he noticed Sentinels actions.

One day Y/N and Sentinel were just talking, that was until Optimus walked in and saw the two.

He noticed Sentinels stance and awkward look on his face, he then realized the stammering he’d do when replying back to you.

-it was obvious. Especially to Optimus, he’s never seen Sentinel like that.

-Sometimes when you’re gone Optimus would just smirk at Sentinel, obviously he’d deny his crush on you but it wasn’t believable.

-I feel like Optimus would be the type to like Tease Sentinel or try to help out ykyk.

-he’d sometimes randomly ask you abt how you and Sentinel are doing, and the oblivious person you are, you just say you’re both fine.😢

-Sentinel won’t stop crushing on you though. He’ll be patient (sometimes)

Ratchet:

-yeah he can still hear guys😒

-at first he don’t gaf. Sure he’d be a lil surprise, but like he don’t care.

-he also thinks you can do so much better, he’d even say it out loud once. Of course, you didn’t understand what he meant since you were oblivious about Sentinels love for you </3

“she can do so much better..” ratchet grumbled. You then turn your head to look at him and raise an eyebrow, wondering what he said.

-when he’d see you and Sentinel talking he’d see how sentinel looks at you. It’s like a puppy in love🤧

-sometimes when you company Ratchet when you’re bored he tries hinting to you how Sentinel is acting with you. But, you're oblivious about it. :(

Prowl:

-sentinel in love?? Impossible.

-he’s shocked, he never thought somebody like sentinel could fall in love with a fem so..much different then him

-just like ratchet, he thinks you can do better. Even if you and sentinel aren’t dating (bc you’re oblivious abt his feelings) he still thinks you can do so so so much better.

-he does watch the two of you though, romance is something that caught his eye since the bots arrival on earth.

“Fascinating..” prowl mumbled as he saw you and sentinel talk.

-he wouldn’t really intervene with your guys alone time, he just watches from afar like a lil weirdo.

-he’s just interested 😢

Bumblebee:

-😱🫵

-“SENTINEL COULD FALL IN LOVE?!?!” <- bees reaction.

-he’s surprised, and disgusted at the same time. He’s like a boy who saw his parents kiss😭

-he notices how sentinel stutters around you so he’d giggle to sentinel’s nervousness.

Y/N and Sentinel just talking, but Bee notices how shaky and stuttering Sentinel was.

“PFT. Scaredy cat.” Bee mumbled

-he wouldn’t intervene, he wouldn’t really care honestly. Just don’t kiss In front of him if y’all ever get together.

-butttt, if he’s ever bored he’d run to sentinel and give him advice. (His advice kinda sucks but🤷🏻‍♀️)

Bulkhead:

-same reaction as bee😭

-“HE FELL IN LOVE?!” <- his reaction

-he’s mostly similar to bee, and they’re buddies for a reason-

-Instead of snickering or anything while seeing sentinel struggle, he’d feel a little bad. This bulkhead is to sweet 🥹🤍

-I feel like he would definitely try to make sentinel feel better if he had the chance.

Sentinel grumbling in embarrassment after stuttering infront of Y/N

Bulkhead noticing and walking over to him, “Hey, don’t be upset! I’m sure she didn’t care you were stuttering”

Sentinel giving him a confused face, “you were watching us?-“

-he wouldn’t intervene as much, but if he does it won’t really affect you and Sentinels relationship.

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GUYSSSS…IM BACKKKKK‼️‼️

IM WORKING ON THE REQUESTS I GOT BEFORE SO PLS BE PATIENT!!

REQUESTS R NOW OPEN AGAIN!!!

#transformers #tfa #tfa bumblebee #tfa optimus prime #tfa prowl #tfa ratchet #tfa bulkhead #tfa sentinel prime #tfa sentinel prime x reader #oh #requests open

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Another Lifetime | Gojo Satoru x Fem! Reader

I caught up with the manga and I think I'm going insane.

I was gonna make him a yandere but i switched up in the middle lol

ig i write for jujutsu kaisen now to yippie

Yall ever have those fucked up dreams of having a child or taking care of them only to wake up and realize your child doesn't exist, and will never exist?

If you do, then you can understand how Gojo acts in this story.

If you don't...just imagine how it feels to lose the closest person or animal to you, and for the entire world ignore the fact that you lost them and expects you to pretend they never existed in the first place. Something like that.

Something is wrong. Very wrong. You can feel it in your bones. Everything's the same, but different.

This... Gojo Satoru is not your Satoru.

What had happened that day? If only you were there to witness it. It was the first time you heard that the Gojo Satoru had fainted.

When he wakes up, he smiles, like his usual cheery self. But something's different. There's a hint of grief.

Everyone else seems to think he's fine. But perhaps its because they don't know him how you know him.

But now, do you even know him?

Day by day, he starts to stick less and less to his morals. He feels empty, a terrifying attribute for a man deemed the strongest. You just hope this Gojo Satoru will stay on the 'good' side.

Or maybe you never knew him at all.

Maybe, he held a facade, even in front of you. Maybe he was that broken this whole time. You wonder what happened that day.

But that's the past. Now...You wondered if you would survive today. It was no longer comforting, being alone with...Gojo was now a frightening experience.

"[name]." He smiled at you, yet it felt cold. Cruel. Evil.

"Yes, Gojo?" You answer back. He pauses.

"...You no longer call me Satoru." He is very close to you. It's suffocating.

"I thought you'd like to be called more formally." His smile drops. It's eerily silent, his eye pierce into you, seemingly tearing you apart until nothing is left.

"I see. Well! That's not what I really wanted to tell you!" And just like that, Gojo is happy. You can no longer tell if he means it or not.

"I escaped! That day-I was set free." He's spouting nonsense again. What does that mean?

"[name]." He grabs your wrist tightly. "are you afraid? Do you not like...the real me?"

The real him?

"Gojo, what nonsense are you spouting. Of course I like you." He smiles again.

"Just wanted to make sure. ⁱ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ⁱ'ᵐ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᶜʳᵃᶻʸ."

You exchange a few more sentences, and part ways. As you walk away, you can feel his eyes boring into your back, looking into your soul.

It's chilling. Gojo isn't smiling. Blood...Blood everywhere. Is this the day humanity ends?

"Gojo! What are you doing!?" You shout at him.

He turns around to face you. "Ah! [name]!" A smile that could only be perceived in nightmares appears on his face. "I got rid of them. They were going to hurt our family!"

You freeze.

He sees your reaction, and only grins in response.

"That day, I died. I really died. I couldn't use reversed curse technique. It was scary. 'How am I here then?' you might wonder."

He looks deranged, hysterical.

"It wasn't Jujutsu. A whole entire third world opened up." His face contorts to agony. "I lived a whole entire new life [name]! Free from curses, free from Jujutsu! We got married! We had a child, [name], a child! I was so happy-and, and-" He sounds crazy. He grips his hair, almost to the verge of pulling it out. "in a single moment-it all disappeared when I somehow came back to life."

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I...had a child? No, no, this is just him trying to get into your head!

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"It's not real."

"BUT IT IS, [NAME]. OUR DAUGHTER-SHE WAS REAL. ⁱ⁻ⁱ ʲᵘˢᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵐʸ ᵇᵃᵇʸ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ…" He mumbles the last part. He crumbles to the ground, a sobbing mess.

This man...he is your Satoru. Just...broken.

But...if it's your Satoru, then you can accept it.

"Satoru..." You bend down. You're... crying.

He looks up at you, eyes red. "ʸᵒᵘ⁻ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃˡˡᵉᵈ ᵐᵉ ᵇʸ ᵐʸ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ…" His voice is weak.

"I'm sorry." You pull him into a tight hug. "I'm sorry I couldn't accept you and comfort being at your lowest point."

The two of you hug for a long time, until Satoru pulls out a glass orb of sorts which glows a faint gold color. "Satoru?...What...What is this?"

"My baby...Our baby. I can bring her back, [name]."

But nothing's ever free in this cursed world.

"What price...must be paid?..."

He starts to sniffle, and breaks out into tears again. "I have to kill people [name]. I hate this. I hate this so much."

You pause. "How many?..."

"A thousand lives."

It honestly wasn't a hard decision. You hold your daughter's soul securely, then standing up.

"[n-name]?" Satoru looks up at you, wiping his tears away, just as yours start to pour.

"Satoru. From this day on, I will become a curse user. I'll take the blame. You have never hurt an innocent person, and I will have claimed a thousand lives. One day we'll meet again. Let me do this for you, please."

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It was terrible. Satoru knew that one day, your fate's would intertwine again. And on that day, you'd take your last breath.

"Under Jujutsu Regulations, t-the curse user known as [n-name]-he choked out a sob-[l. name] must be executed."

It was the first time after the day you left him, that he had cried again.

You didn't put up a fight. You smiled as blood poured out of your mouth. You held a piece of paper in your hand when you died.

It read:

I ᴅɪᴅ ɪᴛ, Sᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ. Fʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴀs ʀᴇʙᴏʀɴ, I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴜɴᴄᴏɴᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ʟᴏᴠᴇ. [ᴅ. ɴᴀᴍᴇ] ɪs ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟʏ ɢɪʀʟ. I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ ɪɴ ᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʟɪꜰᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ.

I ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡɪsʜ I ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ.

Sᴛᴀʏ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɢɪʀʟ. I ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴛs.

⁻Yᴏᴜʀ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ [ɴᴀᴍᴇ].

He cried for hours, holding your dead body. You named her the same name you had given her in his other lifetime. He...never told you what you named her.

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"Daddy!" A girl shouts gleefully as she gets pushed forward on a swing.

"Wheeee! Isn't this fun, darling?" Satoru pushes his daughter carefully.

"Very! Hehe!" The little girl giggles.

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Satoru opened his eyes as he awakened on a grassy field. 'I fell asleep...where am I?' He looks around to see a faint figure on a hill, painting.

Walking closer, he sees, it's you. It's...you?... "[n-name]?"

He runs and hugs you so tight, you think you'd have died again from his hug.

"I can't stay long Satoru but... I wanted to check up on you. How is [d. name]?"

He smiled. "She's turning seven next month! She's also inherited your cursed technique."

"That's lovely. I'm so proud of you Satoru."

"Of course! I'm not the strongest sorcerer for nothing! It makes me the best father!"

You two talked for what seemed to be like an eternity.

"I have to go now, Satoru." You smiled softly.

"I know name. I love you. [l. name] [d. name.] loves you a lot too. She's never forgotten about you or what you look like, and I intend to keep it that way."

Your eyes widen in surprise. He gave her your last name.

"Goodbye. I love you, Satoru." You whispered as you faded away.

#angst #angst to comfort #jjk #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #satoru x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader angst #satoru gojo

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sssammich · 3 months

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collateral pt5

author's note: this part finishes this arc of the story. i'll post again until the next arc is finished. no eta on that, unfortunately. but outline has been written out so there's an end to this lol

this part is rated M for sexual content.

ao3 link (opens to part 5)

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

alright thx yall xo

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Kara stood right next to Andrea as she eyed both hotel doors.

“It seems we’re neighbors,” Andrea offered.

She glanced at the woman beside her. “Why do I get the feeling you knew that already?”

Andrea only shrugged, seemingly unaffected. “That’s why my hair’s so pretty. It’s full of secrets.”

Kara’s jaw dropped, not sure how to process the unexpected joke. “Did you just…quote Mean Girls to me?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that that movie was only for peasants.”

“Peasa—I have a Pulitzer!”

The other woman smirked and stepped forward, their face suddenly closer than Kara anticipated. “Oh, so now you accept that you have a Pulitzer.”

“I always accepted–! It was the nickname. It’s don’t like the nick—”

Yet before she could finish speaking, Andrea’s lips found their way on hers.

Kara’s first thought should have been to stop Andrea. To pull back, To immediately put a stop to whatever this was. Instead, her first thought was the softness and suppleness of Andrea’s lips as she kissed back. Her second thought was that Andrea tasted a little bit of alcohol and faintly of the cigarette she’d had earlier. Her third and most fleeting thought was how she hoped her own lips weren’t chapped—

“Whoa, wait…” she said, finally pulling back just as she placed some distance between them. Andrea carded her fingers through her hair and watched patiently as Kara tried to gather her wits about her, all of which were slipping through her fingers like water. “I don’t understand. You know I’m in love with someone else.”

“I’m aware.”

“So why would you…”

“Haven’t you ever heard that the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else?”

“Yeah, but…”

“Look, Kara,” Andrea started. It was weird to hear her name come out of Andrea’s mouth, but now that she had, Kara realized that it was the first time Andrea had said her name all night. “The way I see it is that if you want to get over Lena, you have to let her go. And what I’m offering can help with that, if you’re open to it. I just think that if you’re interested, an arrangement could be made that’s equally beneficial to the both of us.”

She furrowed her brows. “What’s in it for you?”

“Well, Pulitzer, if you’re not terrible, then an orgasm or two.”

Kara stepped up and placed a hand on Andrea. “Please, be serious.”

Andrea watched her, a moment passing between them. Kara tried not to squirm, her eyes focused on Andrea’s blue-green eyes roaming her face. Then, Andrea brought thumb up and tried to wipe something off around her mouth, Kara belatedly realizing it was probably the other woman’s lipstick. “It’s exactly as I said. This doesn’t have to mean more than what it is. You and I can have fun tonight and be back to normal in the morning. The walk of shame for you isn’t even that long.”

Finally, Andrea stepped back, taking out her keycard from her purse and tapping it against her door until they both heard the small chime of the door unlocking. The other woman pushed the door open into a darkened room before she shifted to face Kara, leaning against the door and looking directly in Kara’s eyes.

“You have until the door slams shut to make a decision.”

Kara watched as Andrea slowly walked into her room, pushing the door as far back as possible and walked away leaving the decision in Kara’s hands.

She didn’t know Andrea, didn’t know if the woman was genuine. But as she quickly rifled through their time together during the evening, she couldn’t deny that she had a fun time with the other woman. Whatever her reason was for helping Kara worked, because Kara came out of that wedding alive.

And, if she was being very honest, Kara couldn’t deny that Andrea was a very attractive woman.

Kara caught a glimpse of warm light filling the room, but the door was just about to slam in her face when—

The tip of her shoe wedged itself between the door and the jamb. She shut her eyes, wondering if she was really going to do this, before taking a deep breath. All she’d done tonight was think and overthink, her mind running rampant and her heart struggling to catch up. Whether there was more or less to Andrea’s offer, she’d run out of time to determine. And, at this point, she didn’t care anymore.

With a push, the door swung open and she rushed to where Andrea was standing by the edge of the bed, taking her earrings off.

Just as Andrea was about to make some comment—no doubt some testing quip of some sort, Kara surged forward and kissed her. She took Andrea’s face in her hands and held her there—a touch to ground her as she closed her eyes and kissed a woman who held no place in her heart.

Their kisses turned frantic, her hands relinquishing their hold of Andrea’s face as they roamed down Andrea’s shoulders and to the zipper on the back of her dress. Andrea, for her part, was all too eager to run her own hands all over Kara’s body, her hands lingering and squeezing her biceps. Kara would have teased her about focusing on her arms if she hadn’t been so distracted with the fine figure beneath her after she tugged at Andrea’s dress. She then pushed Andrea down on her now exposed back, brown hair fanning in contrast with the white comforter.

“This means nothing,” she insisted, even as she unzipped her own dress from the side and let it crumple on the ground. Andrea pushed herself up on her elbows and fully slid back to get to the center of the bed, her dress pooling by her ankles, kicking them out of the way until she was left in her matching red underwear.

“You’re not even my type, Pulitzer.”

“I thought you said you wouldn’t kick a girl while she’s down?” she asked with an arch of her brow, a teasing grin on her face.

Andrea shrugged and unclasped her strapless bra and let it fall to the side. “Surprise, I lied.”

Kara unclasped her bra and threw it somewhere behind her before she crawled between Andrea’s legs, excitement growing as she glanced down at Andrea’s red lace panties. It made sense, Kara mused, that this woman would match and accessorize accordingly. She almost wanted to make a joke of it, but when she saw the darkened patch at the center of the lace, her mind blanked a little.

Instead, carefully, she slid her hands starting from Andrea’s hips and slowly up those smooth long legs until her thumbs teased the inside of her “Anybody ever tell you that you have a bad habit of lying.”

“And you have a bad habit of stalling. So, if you don’t mind,” Andrea said, waving her hand for Kara to continue. She shook her head, amusement and arousal prickling her skin as she shoved all thoughts of Lena and the wedding and the grief of all the love she could not give freely out of the way for something that could tether her to this moment.

She dropped her head and kissed Andrea fully in the mouth, further encouraged by Andrea wrapping her legs around Kara’s middle. Kara then shifted to bring her body down, until their naked fronts touched, their nipples pressing into one another. She enjoyed the way Andrea’s nails scratched at the base of her neck and her shoulders in response to their bodies reacting to one another.

Entangled with each other, she rocked them back and forth as they kissed and nipped for control. Their rhythm was fast, hungry, unable to stay in any one place. Kara was more than fine with that, because they weren’t anything to each other but a means to an end. She groaned when Andrea managed to push her head to the side so she could suck purple a sensitive spot on Kara’s neck.

She caressed Andrea’s body as she slid down, her mouth traveling from the crook of Andrea’s neck and onto her chest until she was faced with Andrea’s tits in full display. She hoisted herself on her elbows as she palmed both of them, giving them a teasing squeeze before her mouth descended on a nipple. Andrea moaned underneath her and tightened her legs around Kara’s body.

Encouraged, Kara continued to play and tease Andrea with her tongue while a free hand made its way down to Andrea’s center, her knuckle rubbing against the lace fabric, worsening the wet patch as she pushed in to tease.

“You’re this turned on already?” she asked, pulling up slightly and looking up to see Andrea’s eyes remain closed.

Andrea huffed, her hand making its way to Kara’s hair. “Not for long if you don’t keep going.”

She rolled her eyes but nonetheless returned to her task at hand. Andrea seemed content with Kara’s decision to continue because her hand held Kara’s head in place. Kara pushed the lace fabric to the side and let her fingers finally touch Andrea’s wetness, the heat of her core affecting Kara as she slid her fingers back and forth between Andrea’s sensitive inner lips.

“Fuuuck—yeah keep doing that.”

Dutifully, she followed Andrea’s voice as she directed Kara to play her body to her specifications. Of course, Kara was more than happy to comply, her own underwear growing a wet patch at how gratifying it was to satisfy someone.

She pushed back up to kiss Andrea, her brain hazy with the feel of this woman beneath her just as her fingers pushed into Andrea’s depths. Meanwhile, Andrea’s fingers dug into her back, small delicious bites of those beautiful red nails against her skin.

Soon, Andrea was moving her hips in rhythm to Kara pumping her fingers in and out, her forearm straining slightly from the angle, but not wanting to disappoint the woman in front of her.

“Yes, yes—” Andrea groaned. “Almost…”

Kara brought their lips together once more, her tongue seeking entrance in Andrea’s mouth even as the other woman struggled to kiss back as she neared the precipice of her orgasm. Kara stayed quiet during the whole ordeal, though her eyes were laser-focused on Andrea’s features when shadows of their movements danced on her skin, sweat forcing her hair to stick on the edges of her face.

Finally, Andrea pulled Kara into a searing kiss just as she tightened her arms around Kara’s shoulders, her ankles crossed behind Kara’s back. Kara let her body move with the climaxing current that was Andrea as the woman underneath her came all around her fingers.

They held each other for a moment, their heavy pants slowing to loud exhales, until Andrea completely dropped her limbs to her side. The heat of their entangled bodies suddenly disappeared, Kara suddenly feeling all cold.

Silently, she watched in wonder and curiosity until Andrea opened her eyes and gave her a pleasant smile. “Not bad, Pulitzer,” she offered, her voice coming out rough. Kara found it hot, if she was being honest.

She laughed, despite herself, her body and mind feeling weightless at this particular moment. She carefully pulled her fingers out, wiggling them before touching the wetness from her fingers on Andrea’s breast. She was rewarded with a squeak escaping from Andrea’s mouth and an earned slap on the shoulder. “I can do better, if you’re so unhappy with my performance,” she reasoned as she bracketed her arms around Andrea’s frame.

Andrea placed an arm under her head and stared at Kara above her. She nodded exaggeratedly even as she pulled Kara down with her free hand. “Very unhappy. Try again.”

Kara still didn’t know what was going to happen after tonight. Maybe nothing, maybe something. But Andrea was here with her, and not the figment and fantasy of a life she wished she had. So she would take what she could get. And she would give the woman in front of her another orgasm.

So, as she tilted her head down until their lips touched and she pushed her thumb on Andrea’s clit, Kara tried again.

#samfic: collateral #superrojas #samfic #fanfiction #sc is still part of this overall fic but definitely not in this part so #posting superrojas in my supercorp sunday? it's more likely than you think

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detrahere-se · 2 months

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-ALEX KISTER…AGAIN.

this one is more so about donut, which i have FINALLY finished my notes and reading the entire thing.

first off, ALMOST ALL OF THIS HAD INACCURATE DEFINITIONS OF WORDS OR NO EVIDENCE AT ALL. a big portion of the doc is simply hearsay and ‘witnesses’ which donut provides nothing for. they hide the ‘witnesses’ by letters but only mentions having them in the beginning. no statements or screenshots about these witnesses during the section about the gender server.

secondly, EVERY conversation was suddenly interrupted by donut as ‘ill fouled’ ,meanwhile, if you were to look through every screenshot, like i did, none of them could have possibly been ill intended.

not to mention, donut was extremely inconsiderate and rude about alex’s mental health that was then criticized when made the right decision. apparently, alex had made a public insta story about how he was going to harm himself which concerned many people. alex cut off communication with a lot of people in the server, including donut, who is a minor at this time, before doing the right thing and saying that he didn’t want to talk with donut anymore. donut ever so clearly blames this on alex being panicked about ven almost busying his career. which is extremely disrespectful to automatically assume when someone is trying to do their best and you just think it’s a way to get out of responsibility. (my wording is a little shit, but you understand)

lastly, a LOT of these last few paragraphs are ‘woe is me’. mentioning things about them being hypersexual, revealing info that no one needed to know for any reason, and blaming their, ‘pain, despair’ and other shit i won’t bother to go back for.

so i’m about 90% sure this is to make alex look so much worse than it is and i have even seen donut hide comments about what is, supposedly, about how their faking this stuff. but hey, i don’t know! why? because it’s hidden and i can’t show it due to twitter!!

sorgy that this was long, kinda a rant.

(also i will try to out out more horror stories i swear yall😭)

#alex kister #the mandela catalogue #alex kister callout

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flying-bear-tv · 8 months

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Some stuff i noticed in the fionna and cake finale + betty theroy

# 1 Prismo's face glitch

This one is pretty self explanatory. for a frame prismos face glitches for no reason. I cant think of something we have seen that would explain this.

#2 After credits apple

After the credits there is a short animation of two shapes morphing into an apple. I thought this was a logo or something unrelated at first so I reversed image searched the apple but I couldn't find anything. So if its not related to a company it should be related to the show right? The shapes and bow for sure remind me of golbetty and apples have appeared multiple times (mostly use to shrink in size) This probably is important.

#3 Season One

The image on the left is a promotional poster for the show. On the bottom it gives the date episodes will start airing. Notice the lack of "Season One" near the top. The image on the right Is for the show's soundtrack which was released yesterday. All im gonna say is if I were producing a 10 episode miniseries I wouldn't want to specifically label it as season one if there was only one season.. And I definitely wouldn't only put that on promotional materials AFTER the season was done airing. I bet $72 there will be a season 2.

OKEY GUYS IT TIME TO TALK ABOUT BETTY1!!!!!!!!!!!!!11!!!!! :]

Adventure time season 6 episode 43. The Comet. yea im bringing this up.

I saw a post saying this means "comet". It has the same number of characters as the bus sign but I no idea where they found how to read this. I think it makes sense though and I'll tell you why

As Simon is flying away from golbetty he sees her do this .. Notice the color of the light (electricity?? fire?) I also think she changes shape a bit. the image on the left is her when she first electricitys herself and the image one the right is a few seconds later. I'm not gonna draw any conclusions on why this is right now.

Now back to Adventure Time ;]

In The Comet finn witnesses several of his reincarnations. The two shown are a comet and a butterfly.

Now IF the bus is saying golbettys destination is "comet" this HEAVILY implies reincarnation as comets are directly tied to this in adventure time. Also notice how the electricity golbetty is using is THE EXACT SAME FUCKING COLOR AS THE COMET. And what does simon wake up to after seeing golbetty do that.

A FUCKING BUTTERFLY I AM GOING TO LOSE IT. she is kissing him

I think what happened is by Simon and Betty both moving on from their toxic yuri relationship Betty's wish to keep simon safe was realized. Because tbh the thing that was mostly likely to hurt Simon was his own indifference to life and tendency to self sacrifice. I mean, he was completely ready to say goodbye to his sanity multiple times JUST that episode.

This allowed Betty to separate from golb because she no longer needed its power. She gave simon and kiss, and then fucked off to do butterfly shit.

Even if im wrong this show was so beautiful TvT I really needed it. I totally understand if yall are disappointed because simon and betty didn't get a happy ending together but. They really needed to move on. And who knows.. maybe we'll get a season two ;) bye

Oh and the scarab fight scene was way too long and bringing jay and little destiny back was weird and forced.

#fionna and cake #adventure time #golbetty #betty grof #simon petrikov #fionna and cake spoilers #fionna and cake theory #ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ.txt #someone has said this before but they have yet to bring adventure time episodes into it

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aaliyg · 1 year

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With You, It's Alright

Word Count: 3.6K (gets better n better each time)

Prompt: Rivals to Lovers

Warnings: ririxblack!fem!reader, hbcu!riri, hbcu!reader, rivals to friends to lovers, bottom!riri, top!reader, cursing, oral sex, clit rubbing, praise kink, first time, mirror sex, multiple orgasms, pet names, dirty talk

Dialogue Color Code: Riri, Reader

Very loosely based off of Waste My Time by Citizen Queen

I've been starving yall for a bit. I apologize.

You let your eyes warily glide over all of the people that were filtering into the classroom. The middle of the semester was approaching quickly, almost as if it had teleported its way into your schedule. For this database class in particular, that meant that all your future assignments would turn into never-ending group work, including the final project of the semester. To make things even worse, your professor was picking the groups, which meant that you would either be entirely screwed over or insanely lucky. You prayed to God that it would be the latter.

Eventually, your professor walked in and began her lecture. You tried your best to listen to what she was saying, but the daunting group work ahead was worrying you more than you'd like to admit. What if you got paired up with someone who didn't understand a thing about the class? Or someone who was overly confident about their input regarding your work? These thoughts clouded your mind for the entire class, which resulted in your notes looking quite empty. You sighed quietly as you packed up your belongings and made your way to the bulletin board that was surrounded by your classmates. You waited patiently for them to leave so that you could see who your partner was, taking note of the way some of them looked at you with annoyance, as if you didn't deserve who you got paired up with.

You rolled your eyes as you got closer to the board to look for your name. It didn't take you long to find it since the class was quite small, but when your eyes scanned over the name that was next to yours, "Riri Williams" was certainly not what you expected or wanted to be there. You held back your groan as you left the class, making a beeline towards the library to hopefully get some quiet time by yourself.

That quest got dashed on the rocks as soon as you sat down and started taking out your laptop to look at the PowerPoint that was taught today. You didn't even get to open the file before someone tapped on your shoulder. You looked at Riri in pure disdain, and it felt as if God himself was against you today, making you want to sprint to the nearest church to repent for your sins. She looked you up and down coldly, almost as if she was daring you to do something about the group arrangement that she wasn’t even aware of yet. After a beat of silence, she pulled up a chair, sat next to you, and began looking at the PowerPoint on your screen.

“I thought you didn’t need to study for this class since you ‘already knew everything’.”

The side eye you gave her was almost enough to make her stop fucking with you. Almost. She narrowed her eyes at you in thought as you made small annotations on the PowerPoint.

“That’s not how that operator works you know.”

You quickly slid over your laptop to her, pure annoyance printed painfully on your face.

“You do it, then. Since you know so fucking much.”

She blinked in mild shock at your response and gingerly placed the device on her lap. After a few minutes, she handed it back to you with her notes that were colored red, and she watched you smugly while you read what she had typed in. You sucked your teeth in frustration when you realized that her notes were correct, causing her to chuckle softly.

“Look at that. And I didn’t even come to today’s lecture.”

“I was wondering why the class was so quiet today.”

She deadpanned towards you as her phone sounded off. As she opened the email she received, you got a front-row seat to witness her face morphing from smugness, to concern, then to unfiltered dread when she realized that you two were paired up with each other. You smirked at her reaction and brought your attention back to your notes while Riri tried to grapple with the arrangement.

“If it makes you feel better, I didn’t want to be paired up with you either.”

“How in the hell would that make me feel better?”

You shrugged as you typed out the last bit of your notes and closed the file on your laptop. You looked back over at Riri, who seemed a lot calmer than before.

“If you don’t have anything else to do today, we could start brainstorming right now…”

"Yeah sure, why not."

You swiftly opened a google doc, shared it with Riri, and began to bounce ideas around. You'd hate to admit it, but working with her was…refreshing. There was no sense that you'd end up doing all of the work, and you could tell that that's how she felt about this session as well. Within two hours, you guys had slated up a description of your database, the names of your tables, and the information within those tables. It felt nice to be on the same playing field as someone else for once, even if the other person could be quite snarky about their intelligence at times.

All good things had to come to an end, though. You quickly realized that the sun was starting to set, and you still had assignments for other classes to take care of. Riri had come to the same realization as well as she looked at the time on her computer.

"Damn that's the time already? Yo, sorry to leave you hanging like this but I gotta go."

"Oh yeah no that's no problem. I'll see you around?"

"For sure."

She hurriedly made her way down the stairs as you began to pack up your belongings. You smiled softly to yourself as you walked to the dorms across campus. Maybe this group arrangement wasn't as bad as you thought it would be.

Two weeks later, you found yourself sitting on the floor of Riri’s dorm as you guys were struggling to get an assignment done for your class. The end goal was to pinpoint the limits of the example database given and try to come up with ways to go around those limits. This is what should have been said in the instructions, but your professor decided to throw away all the conventions of writing when making this assignment.

"These assignments wouldn’t be so hard if she could fucking write instructions properly. How the hell are you a college-level professor and can’t write properly?"

"Bold of you to assume she writes them herself. I’m bettin’ 20 bucks that she just copy n pasted em from quizlet or sum shit."

You groaned loudly as you reread the instructions for the seventh time, the words still looking as foreign as ever to you. Riri wasn’t doing any better. She had gone as far as to attempt to rewrite the instructions in a way that made sense, but nothing was clickling. At this point, you could tell that your collective irritation was getting the best of you two, so you decided to do something about it.

"You wanna take a break before this laptop gets thrown across the room?"

“It’s like you read my mind. Lemme order some food. What do you wanna eat?”

You blinked in mild surprise at her question, not exactly thinking food was an option when you came over here.

“We could get Chinese, Italian, Mexican-”“I’ll take Mexican. A burrito would be nice.”

She nodded as she placed the order and went to turn on some music in order to calm you guys down a bit more. After about thirty minutes, you guys sat quietly as you ate your takeout food. It was weird, but you found solace in the peaceful quiet of the space, causing you to zone out. Riri looked over at you, confusion written all over her face as you continued to stare into space.

“Aye, you good over there?”

Riri sighed softly and gently flung a shoe in your direction, which lightly hit your shoulder.

"Ah yes hit me with a shoe while I’m zoned out. Wonderful idea."

Riri shrugged at you, a smile playing on her lips.

“I’m not walkin over there. And the shoe was the softest thing near me soo.”

“...Fair enough.”

Riri looked at the clock on her nightstand, signaling that you two had spent an hour relaxing.

“You wanna get back to work now orr?”

You shuffled closer to her as you looked at the screen in front of you.

“Yeah let’s try to decipher these instructions again.”

It took you guys two more hours to get the work done, but you finally turned it in with thirty minutes to spare. You sighed in relief as you got the confirmation email of your submission, and slowly started to put your things away.

“Same time tomorrow? My dorm this time though.”

She nodded as she stood up to put her things back where they belonged.

“Definitely. Have a good night.”

“You too.”

Tomorrow couldn’t come any faster for you as you tried to fall asleep. Something about Riri had you hooked, and you’d hate to admit it, but you were genuinely starting to like her and her presence. Maybe because she was the first person who actually wanted to spend time working with you, instead of expecting you to do all the work by yourself. It didn’t help that she was a genuinely sweet person underneath all the attitude and ego that annoyed you when you first talked to her. Being around her made you feel warm inside, and you couldn’t wait to see her again the next day.

When your last class of the day had finished, you quickly strode over to the bookstore to buy some snacks for your dorm. You said a quick hello to the workers as you went to the back of the store where the snacks were. You quickly scooped up a couple of drinks, chips, and candies and walked to the cashier to check out your things. After purchasing your things, you strode over to your dorm and began to tidy up a bit. You felt a bit excited at the prospect of Riri coming over, as if you two hadn’t been doing so for the past two weeks now. You had just finished cleaning when a knock sounded at your door, and when you opened it, Riri slid right in underneath your arm.

“No hi, hello, how was your day?”

You slowly closed the door and watched as she took a seat on the chair next to your bed. You couldn’t quite put a finger on it, but something was off with her today.

“Sorry, I’m just not in the mood right now…”

You nodded sympathetically and sat on your bed with the gentle bass of your music playing in the background.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

She nodded softly, and you sat back and let her talk.

“I’m thinking about stopping my side hustle. You know, with me doing people’s work for them and all that.”

You tried your best to keep a straight face when your irritation rose a bit at the mention of her ‘business’.

“Ok, why do you want to stop?”

“Because it feels like I’m being run ragged, and I don’t know how long I can keep up with this. It’s like everyone just decided to not do their work at all, so I’m doing my work plus like thirty other people’s work at the same time.”

You squinted at her in slight distaste as she complained. Though her issues were completely valid, you felt as if she had dug her own grave, and now she was being forced to lie in it.

“Listen I don’t mean to be rude or anything, but if you had just joined the tutoring section, you could’ve still made some decent money. Instead of, you know, stealing all the students away from us.”

“It’s not like I meant to-”

“Yeah, but you did. And we would’ve loved to have you too you know.”

You bit your lip guiltily as Riri practically deflated at your words. You sighed softly and knelt in front of her, doing your best to maintain eye contact with her. She looked at you warily, waiting for you to dig into her again as you thought of the next thing to say.

“What if… you started tutoring instead of doing work for other people?”

She chuckled dryly at your statement.

“I doubt they’d want me to tutor after like what? Two semesters of me practically stealing their clients?”

“Well I mean…If you started tutoring, then students would kinda have to come back to my group no? Since no one is doing any of their work anymore. I feel like it’s a win-win. You get to relax more since the load is divided evenly among us, and I can help people out more.”

“...Yeah I guess that can work.”

You smiled softly at her and rubbed her knee in comfort.

“I know the flow of cash will be a lot lower than what you’re used to, but you won’t be as stressed. Trust me.”

She looked at you gratefully, and you beamed up at her in pride.“Okay. I'll trust you.”

You nodded and got up off the ground with your smile still intact.

“You wanna get some work done, or do you wanna chill a bit?”

“Let’s get some work done. We haven’t breathed on that project since the day that we got paired up for it.”

You chuckled and nodded in agreement, and you two got right to work. It was another session full of banter and jokes and before you knew it, you guys had gotten to the midpoint of the project, which wasn’t due until next week.

“Look at us getting shit done. That’s one less thing we gotta worry about now.”

“Thank God honestly. I needed a break from that damn class.”

You laughed in agreement as you closed your laptop and got up to get some snacks.

“By the way, thanks for talking some sense into me earlier. I know we got off on the wrong foot at the start of the semester, but thanks for not treating me like shit this whole time.”

You tossed her a bag of Lays and a Sprite, humming in acknowledgement.

“It’s no problem at all. Honestly I was expecting you to go to the professor about switching partners or something… I’m glad you didn’t though.”

Riri smirked at you playfully as she ate her chips.

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think of that.”

“Woww ok I see how it is then.”

Three weeks later, you found yourself on Riri’s dorm floor once again as you listened to her rant about her workload from her classes.

“Now listen. I know taking five classes at the same time was a dumbass idea but SHIT man. It’s like every time I get one thing done, something else gotta pop up. I can’t fucking breathe with all this work my God.”

“Well… which classes are giving you the most trouble? Maybe I can help?”

“Easy. Chem and Physics.”

“Who the fuck takes Chem and Physics at the same time?”

“Me apparently.”

“Riri I love you, but you a real dumb bitch sometimes.”

“Aww you love me pookie? Thank youu.”

“Shut the fuck up and get your textbooks out. Lemme see what I’m working with.”

You guys only got an hour of work done when Riri eventually threw in the towel, tears of frustration welling up in her eyes. You frowned at her demeanor and quickly pushed away the work.

“Come here sweets.”

You gently pulled her into your lap and glided your nails across her scalp tenderly. Riri hummed in appreciation at your actions, the stress of the day already melting off of her in waves.

“This feels nice. Thank you…”

“No problem.”

You continued to rub at her upper body, taking note of the way she shifted around every time you touched her neck.

“Would you like me to stop Ri?”

“Please don’t… this feels really nice.”

You shook your head softly as you went back to her scalp. Riri sighed gently and snuggled into your lap even more, causing you to smile down at her tenderly.

"How about I destress you a bit more hun?"

"This wasn't destressing me enough? Shii lemme see what else you can do then."

You smirked at her as your eyes hooded over to look at her.

"Get up on the bed and lemme show you."

You could practically see the blood rush to her ears as she looked up at you with wide eyes.

"Unless you don't want to, which is perfectly fine."

She bit her lip in thought and looked back up at you.

"I- I want to…"

You rubbed her cheek gently and tilted your head in the direction of her bed.

"Go ahead then babygirl."

Riri slowly made her way to her bed and sat down at the edge of it, clearly nervous. You stood in front of her and gently cupped her chin in your palm to look her in the eyes.

"Would you like me to stop sweetheart?"

"No… I wanna do this. I just-"

She sighed softly as she played with the strings on her hoodie, and you raised your brow in realization.

"This is your first time isn't it?"

"When you put it like that it sounds normal."

"Because it is sweets."

You glided your thumbs against the apples of her cheeks, trying your best to reassure her before anything got too heated.

"Don't worry I'll treat you well okay? Do you trust me?"

She looked back up at you with a small smile tugging at her lips and took a deep breath to calm herself down.

"Yeah… I trust you."

"Good. Now, lay back and lemme take care of you ok?"

She quickly did as she was told, causing you to chuckle softly at how obedient she had become.

"You're such a pretty little thing you know that?"

She whined softly at your praises, shuddering gently as your rubbed her inner thighs. As much as you wanted to tease her, you were dying to get a taste of her. You quickly pulled her shorts and panties off of her and cooed at how wet she had become. She panted softly as you pushed her puffy lips apart and got the pleasure of seeing her arousal ooze out of her.

“I see that someone is excited…”

Riri moaned softly and parted her legs a bit more, silently begging you to do something to her pussy, and you were certainly not one to disappoint. Wasting no time, you put her legs on your shoulders and placed your tongue flat against her cunt. Her sharp inhale was cut off with a loud and needy whine as you began to point your tongue out and make small circles around her clit, prodding at the sensitive bundle of nerves like your life depended on it.

“Ohh fuck- fuck yes right there!”

You groaned softly as you feasted on her cunt, barely registering the amount of slick and spit that was sliding down your chin. Your eyes rolled back at how good she tasted. Nothing you could’ve imagined would make up for her taste, and you found yourself getting lost in her.

You peeked your eyes open as she arched her back off the bed and moaned loudly, and you giggled as she began to push your head away from her. You propped yourself on your elbows and smiled at her. She looked at you and huffed gently as she closed her legs, feeling a bit shy about the way she acted.

“So how was it hun?”

“I liked it a lot. Would you…be willing to do it again?”

“Aww baby. You wanna go for round two already?”

You chuckled as she looked down in pure embarrassment, doing her best to hide her face from you. You shuffled around the bed until you were sitting behind of her with her back laid against your chest.

“I want you to look in that mirror over there mkay?”

“O-Okay..”

“Good girl. Come on, open up for me.”

You hummed in satisfaction as her legs fell apart once again, and you began to slowly trail your hand towards her goods, giving her ample time to back out whenever she felt like it. When nothing of the sort came out of her mouth, you gently pressed your fingers against her clit. You felt her stiffen at the contact, and you rubbed her shoulder gently.

“I’m not putting anything inside of you tonight, don’t worry. Just gonna play with your clit ok?”

“Alright. You can go ahead..”

“Thank you babes. I want you to keep looking at that mirror ok?”

She nodded at your request, and her breath hitched softly when you began to rub small circles on her bud.

“Does this feel good princess?”

“Feels so fucking good. Oh my God..”

You gently placed your legs over hers to keep them spread as you continued your movements, whistling lowly as you two watched her pussy gush out slick like it was nothing.

“Shit, beautiful you needed this so bad didn’t you? Needed someone to make you cum like this hm?”

You smirked when her hand created a vice grip around your wrist as she was nearing her climax. You pressed against her clit even more, and sped up your movements slightly, causing her to throw her head back in ecstasy.

“Yes, yes, yes. Oh God- FUCK yess..”

“There we go baby. Come on, let that shit out.”

You kissed along her jawline as she came for the second time that night, chuckling lightly when she pressed her face into your neck from embarrassment.

“Better than you thought it would be?”

“So much better than what I thought it would be. Thank you.”

vulnerable bottom riri go brr

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𝙁𝙄𝙍𝙎𝙏 𝙆𝙄𝙎𝙎. / 127

Okay ik that I said that I had a brain fart but..Idk y I saw these 3 pics and for some reason thought " first kiss with 127 mhm yup!" But it's obviously not gonna be just cute, fluffy, adorable WE OBVIOUSLY GONNA ADD SOME FUN TO IT. also maybe suggestive idk

Also Johnny might be used in this for other hcs of the members bc he's a very good emotional support I feel,so YAS!

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𝙏𝘼𝙀𝙄𝙇

I just feel taeil is so sweet that even if he liked you, he wouldn't initiate that he wanted to kiss you. I just feel like he's too sweet for his own good LIKE BABEEE STOP LOOKING AT OUR LIPS AND JUST GO FOR IT.

Speaking of looking at our lips, He does often find himself paying attention to them lips sometimes his friends catch him and tease him abt it.

BUT ANYWAYS ON TO THE KISS, since Taeil is too scared to communicate that he'd like to kiss you match maker johnny has to come through and gets the idea of the classic "lip balm challenge" which if you don't know it's like 2 ppl play and one of them put a flavored lip balm but they have to kiss the other person so the other person could guess the flavor.

NOW, Johnny is like "Dude, I have this idea so you could finally kiss the person of your dreams!" And Taeil is a little concerned since None of friends have good plans, More of Johnny, but he explains it to Taeil and now he has his bff in shambles. Taeil is like "but what abt you? I'm not kiss you just to kiss Y/n" Johnny answers with a quick, "oh no! I'm gonna be in charge of keeping up 'the scores' and seeing if yall get it right"

ON TO THE GAME HIDWVDUBWOS. It's all set up and your kinda innocent to this and you don't really think much of it except that you're KISSING ONE OF THE HOTTEST GUYS EVER but anywayssss, it starts blah blah you get orange flavored lip balm and TAEIL IS SO SCARED THIS MANS IS SWEATY, KNEES WEAK, ARMS ARE HEAVY. So yall kiss but like for a little to long that Johnny is like "OKAYYY THE TIMER WENT OFF 10 SECONDS AGO STOP KISSING LOVE BIRDS!!"

"So what was the flavor Mr.Moon Taeil?"

"I forgot we were doing a game-"

"Taeil you're a great kisser, I could get use to this without the lip balm to be honest"

"UHM—"

Taeil has died.

𝙅𝙊𝙃𝙉𝙉𝙔

Okay I see this man just going for it but like kinda subconsciously.

You're playing a game against haechan since that mf wanna talk shit how you only win against Johnny bc he let's you get away with it cause he likes you which is lowkey true BUT NOBODY GOTTA KNOW🤫

And win the match against haechan bc YO MAMA AINT RAISE NO LOSER🥱🥱!! And Johnny is happy for you and was on your side the entire time so like he grabs you into a hug a kisses your cheek.

SEE CAUSE PERSONALLY IF THAT WAS ME— GIRLLLLLL JFOW XHWKSLMS

Haechan wit his nosy ass notices and is like 🤨🤨🤨 "hyung did you just kiss Y/n?" And then FIRST TIME IN FOREVER JOHNNY GETS EMBARRASSED. You on the other hand you're just like "🧍🏾‍♀️🧍🏾‍♀️" but inside you're like "BXIWBDHWVSKSBXHWVAISN JOHNNY FUCKING SUH KISSED ME" which is understandable babes.

Later on, He apologizes and beats himself up for it and wants to make it up to by making you a "5 star meal" word from him, but you grab him down since hes kinda a giant and kiss him..ON THE LIPS THIS TIME.

It might've gotten a little heated BUT YOU AIN'T HEAR THAT FROM ME🤫

𝙏𝘼𝙀𝙔𝙊𝙉𝙂

Poor Taeyong, that's all I think when this man tries to be affectionate without the other person initiating it. He needs the ENTIRE 127 TO HELP HIM. How? What's the easiest way of getting someone to kiss their crush? Spin the bottle OFCC🤗🤗

Taeyong does tell Johnny first since he trusts him the most but then he tells everyone except you or not really tell bc it's kinda obvious, HONESTLY YOU KNOW AS WELL BUT YOU NEVER BRING IT UP BC YOU DONT WANNA SCARE HIM HXVSUDVAONAO

Yall are bored out of your minds until Jaehyun surprisingly requests a game of spin the bottle, you guys give him a questioning look though but go with it anyway.

Taeyong kinda gets nervous so he tries to run off with a "guys I'm kinda sleepy so-" Jaehyun interrupts him with a cheeky smile "nooo your not, especially now." Which momentarily confuses you and Taeyong until you both look down at the green tinted bottle that was faced both of you.

"Oh...." was all He could get out until Johnny pats his back with a loud encouraging "BRO YOU GOT THIS IT'S ONLY Y/N, THEY WON'T BITE."

"At least not that hard..." You muttered until you moved closer to taeyong.

You kinda felt sly and had a weird itch to see Taeyong feel as nervous around your present or maybe that's just your Dom self kicking in

You felt his bicep tense up under his oversized Grey sweater, you whispered a small "relax it's just me" GDUWZVISAKOMCS Before giving him a big cute smooch on his lips.

To Taeyong and you, the room felt alot more humid in that moment but it quickly went back to bright and clear after you backed up and gave him a innocent sweet smile.

the boys clowned him about it the next day bc he had his eyes open for a bit and closed them

YOU JUST COMMITED MURDER DOING ALL DAT TO MR.LEE TAEYONG🙄🙄

𝙔𝙐𝙏𝘼

He's not afraid to express his feelings I've notice, so he straight up is like "Yo, you're fine as fuck and I would definitely kiss you"

But this doesn't just come out randomly, you're just chilling late night with Yuta,Mark, and Haechan. Y'all just talking about random shit until, kissing techniques come up which is lowkey fucked up for mark bc we know our boy ain't really had a first kiss that he can remember BEOWVFUCBQO. But then our mans Yuta has had a few.

You already know that Yuta thinks you're good looking because almost everyday he says something positive about your looks so you kinda have a feeling where this convo is going.

Haechan kinda loudly asks, "is there anyone in mind you would like to kiss? Other than Mark, Yuta." I CAN HEAR MARK'S NERVOUS LAUGH HELPPPP— Yuta thinks which he honestly doesn't know why he needed to because as Haechan asked that the first person that popped up was none other than you.

His eyes lingered on you for a bit as you also gave him the same look while you drink the last bit of your cola, he sighs and pipes up, " If we're being honest, Y/n."

Mark is like "Bro fr?! [Laughs nervously]what— WAIT YOU'RE BEING SERIOUS?!—"

And you grin because you internally give yourself a round of a applause for guessing the unthinkable, you clear your throat before speaking and you say "well...what are you waiting for?" Leaning closer to him.

WOOO IS IT JUST ME OR IS IT GETTING HOT IN HERE???

But yeah yall lowkey make out—yes infront of Haechan and Mark's salad.

Mark is just like :0 the entire time while Haechan is like "OKAY CUUUT!"

"Wait so...are y'all like— dating? No? I'm confused!" Poor Markie just wanting some reassurance from this weird situation 😕 You and Yuta kinda just shrug it off for now.

𝘿𝙊𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙉𝙂

(SUGGESTIVE SO SUGGESTIVE YALL I— I MAYBE DRAMATIC BUT IDK)

Okay it happened so fast, one minute you're admiring your bf singing Shirt by SZA the next you're giving him sloppy toppy okay I'm joking abt that but it's in the same realm I guess you can say.

You kinda watch him look up songs to cover and you suggest one of your favs, and he immediately does it.

Now the thing is yall never really did much affection since it's still fresh, kisses on the forehead, cuddles, cheek kiss, temple kiss, and all that sweet jazz but never lip kisses OR EVEN HICKEYS😭

But you see your mans YES YOUR MANS over here in his chair looking good with a white tank top with his lean arms showing and some of his chest (I'm a hoe for doyoung's neck IM NO BETTER THAN A VAMPIRE BITCH—) What's not helping is that he rests his head back when he hits little highnotes

It lowkey looks like he's getting the best head right now which it lowkey turns you on, SO YOU TAKE YO CUTE ASS OVER TO HIM AND SIT ON HIS LAP. This is not abnormal for yall tho, BUT the vibe is tho.

He looks at you momentarily until BOOM yall lips are together, ngl it gets a lil..sloppy.

Getting carried away means love bites on the neck meaning doyoung's neck was COVERED (over exaggeration #2)

But it also leads to...fun in the playground which means his slender fingers in your pussy.

OKAY LEMME JUST SAY YALL WERE SHOCKED AT HOW FAR YOU GUYS WENT BC YALL NEVER TALKED ABT STUFF LIKE THAT BF4

"If you guys are gonna do that, at least be more quiet. Love, Everyone in this house<3" Doyoung read off the teared piece of paper swept under the door.

"Anyways what do you want for breakfast?"

"Our roommates just said they heard us last night, y/n-"

"My main concern is the grumble in my belly doyoung and it should be yours to"

"...sometimes you're too carefree-"

𝙅𝘼𝙀𝙃𝙔𝙐𝙉

See cause who doesn't wanna kiss jaehyun? Absolutely no one. But how many of those people get to actually do it? Very very slim! (Sorry Jaehyun stans, including myself)

But the thing that shocks him is not that people wanna kiss him its that YOU wanna kiss him, which everytime he thinks abt it his ears go red.

But the thing is you're only doing this so your ex could stay away from you. The guy has a weird habit of always trying to get close with you still after 5 months of the breakup when you clearly don't wanna deal with him, so you use you bestfriend!jaehyun as a fake boyfriend

Though you want him to actually be your bf BUT THAT'S ANOTHER CONVO.

Yall are at the mall and TO OUR SURPRISE you see your obsessive ex only 2 stores down standing out the store waiting for yall to get out of Bath and Body works. You get out of there with Jaehyuns hand in yours and you notice his hands are pretty classy.

" don't be nervous! He won't hurt you, trust me I'm alot stronger than him and so are you." You reassure while pinching his toned arm, he just flashes a unsure smile. You turn to your left to see your ex and you curse under your breath.

"He's here! Jaehyun kiss me"

"What?"

"Kiss me!"

"Why do I need to?"

"..you're my boyfriend right?"

"Well yeah fake tho"

" Just kiss me. You won't regret I swear"

He kisses you for a while, he grabs your waist until he realizes that this is just "fake"

"Jaehyun!"

"I'm sorry i-"

"Stupid why are you apologizing? Do it again."

"HUH?"

"You heard me Fool, You're pretty cute kiss me again."

WAIIIITTT THIS WAS CUTE UHM ANYWAYS- yall end up actually going on a date even tho yall are at the mall.

𝙅𝙐𝙉𝙂𝙒𝙊𝙊

Well, you see how he kisses his homies already? Yeah he does that with you as well. YALL BESTIES OR WHATEVA😋🤞🏾 or so you say...

You can be existing and he just pinches your cheek and says "awhhh cute!" And swiftly steals a kiss on your cheek. And you're just like "JUNGWOO LEAVE ME ALONE!" (You're like Mark 2.0)

As kiss on the lips wise, he's always thought abt what it would be like to kiss your plush lips but never brings it up. You catch him looking at your mouth and you just take it as him telling you there's something on there.

He catches himself and immediately starts smirking at you and you're like "BRUH STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT"

But then one time you actually had something on your mouth, he was like "fuck it" and used his thumb to wipe your lip. You stopped mid sentence but not bc jungwoo wiped his thumb over your lip but because he THEN leaned in and kissed you.

You kissed back after some shock washed over you. After yall stopped he kinda tilted his head with THAT FUCKING INNOCENT SMILE.

"Now...what if I slapped you afterwards what would you do?"

"I would moan."

"...ok well-"

"Do it."

"NO JUNGWOO"

"PLEASEEE"

"OH MY GOD NO—"

HELPPPP BDJBXUABAO IM SORRY.

𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙆

We already know Mr. No game ain't gon do shit so we gotta do it for him BFIWVDIQMWOG HELPPP NO MARK SLANDER I SWEAR I LOVE MARK

So I see this man talking about how he wants to kiss you and make sweet love to you. Which lowkey cringes you bc instead him saying I wanna have sex with you he says that but you still find it cute.

So he obviously tells all of this to johnny and Johnny is dying of cringe bc he never thought the person that he basically raised is talking about such things, Mark transfer this into a song though and Johnny is like "Dude you should totally sing it to her"

He's kinda scared at first bc he thinks you'll catch on way too quickly but gives in anyway, so you're chillin' while listening to Mark sing his song while playing the guitar.

But there's a lyric that he can't finish because it distinctively talks specifically about you and he mentally kicks himself because honestly he made the song to not show it to you unless yall get married and have 5 children.

"Why'd you stop?"

"Uhm...I don't think you wanna hear-"

"Why would I not? I like it so far!"

"I don't want you to think I'm weird-"

"C'mon it won't hurt me, is it about sex?"

"Not exactly"

"Then what's the issue?"

He sighs, and begins once he starts he looks at you momentarily to see your reaction and as he ends the lyric he looks up again to see you like :0

"MARK IS THIS ABOUT ME?"

"UHMMM YEAH- WAIT NO UHHH IS IT?"

"OH MY GOD. AWHHHH"

"WAIT YOU'RE NOT MAD?"

"NOOO IM HAPPY"

"YOU ARE?"

"YES...MARK DO YOU WANNA KISS ME?"

"UHM? YEA I GUESS? WAIT- ARE YOU FUCKING WITH ME?"

As he points at himself questioning you, you pull him by his neck and gives a big SMOOCH

He's malfunctions honestly, he's on glitch mode one may say🤭

He scratches the back of his head, "I feel so embarrassed though" tilting your head at him you answer with a simple 'why'

"Because I feel like I should've been more straight forward since I know you like blunt men-"

"Stop right there. Just cause I said that Yuta being so bold was attractive doesn't mean that's my type. I like dorky cute cringe men, meaning you."

"Wow thanks."

"I'm serious! I like you mark!"

"wAit[voice crack] you dO?[voice crack]"

"Yes stupid!"

"Oh my fucking god..:0"

Then he grabs with a second kiss from excitement 😭😭

𝙃𝘼𝙀𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙉

(Kinda suggestive)

Okay we all know haechan is flirtatious devil and you never take his flirty jabs to heart but very recently its been getting more bold. For example! He has placed his hand on your thigh, squeezing and kinda playing with it but never in a sexual manner. NOT KNOWING HOW MUCH EFFECT THAT GIVES YOU.

And everytime you help him with something he puckers his lips out but you never give in because WHO KISSES THEIR BFF AM I RIGHT?

His lips have been looking real kissable lately, every since he asked if he could borrow your chapstick bc he was "too broke to get some himself" which was a lame excuse to throw in everyone's face that he shares the same chapstick as you. Which should've been reason 1 that he likes you but that's just silly ole' haechan right? Right...?😧

But honestly that desire to kiss your "bff" grew quicker also when he got tomato sauce on his lips and licked it off making his plump small lips glossy and a little red.

SO haechan needed help with his computer since it was acting stupid, he had the perfect Idea to mess with it so he could call you in his room just to have you around.

You sleepily shuffled your way into his room with groggy 'what', he explained the situation and you stared at him so his request could register in your still half asleep brain.

"Haechan...do you ever think about figuring stuff out before calling me?"

"I DID! I told you I tried to restart my computer like 3 million times and the add won't budge."

"There's no way a browser add is just gonna be stuck there after you shut down your computer unless you're on pornhub."

"That's not the point, Just fix my computer pleaseeeeee"

"Ugh fine! You're repaying me though "

"Yeah yeah yeah just come sit on my lap"

"Okay I'm leaving"

"IM JOKINGGGG"

After turning back to enter his room you made your way over to him and his precious little computer, you bent down some so you could be eye level with it.

"Damnnnnnn!"

"I'm gonna fucking kill you haechan."

"Please do"

"...not if you get pleasure out of it"

"Oh so you like edging huh?"

"WHAT?"

"It's a genuine question."

"Lemme just fix this computer before I do the unthinkable in here"

"Kinky."

After huffing at his sly response, you took the cord out and plugged it back in. After the computer buffered a few, the screen turned on and the home screen popped up with you and him at the 2021 Halloween party (FYI you were guys went as vampires since it was a lot minute costume grab)

"Why do you still have this up?"

"We looked hot I don't know."

"[Chuckle] I have other hot photos you know?"

"Don't joke like that"

"Does it look like I'm joking?"

"Lowkey hope you are"

"Mhm as if you don't have me on your lap right now"

"Its a habit. BUT THANK YOU FOR HELPING MY COMPUTER BESTIE"

As he did his signature puckered lip thing, you look at them for a second and you think if you should go for it, "Fuck it" you muttered before grabbing the back of his neck and kissed him.

You felt him tense up guessing that he's shocked by this new gesture of yours, and when you broke the kiss he pants a bit before looking away.

"Oh....that's not haechan getting all flustered is it?"

"Give me a minute please."

"You never give me a minute"

"What does that mean?"

"[Sigh] when you touch my thigh you never give me time to regain myself"

"I didn't think it was making you all hot."

"Okay I didn't say that"

"But that's what you meant."

"Okay fine."

"But why did you kiss me?"

"Mmmm.. your lips looked nice and you look really cute right now."

"So all the other times I didn't?"

"It's not that, I was waiting for the right time."

"So me calling you in here to fix my computer and you sitting in my lap was the right time?"

"Yes."

"I'm not mad at it"

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Okay I'm kinda sorry on how long some of them are but I'm also not bc they're kinda cute if you ask me.

Also recently idk what it is but jungwoo lowkey is starting to grow on me I think it's bc I watched that relay cam of him and the one with mark which also has him in it and the taeil one starring him I think jungwoo might become a fav but WE'LL SEE🤭🤫

Anyways hope you enjoyed bestie boos and this is the end of YOU GUESSED IT The BGKSC BYEEEEEE😋🤞🏾❤

#nct 127 #nct scenarios #johnny suh #haechan #jung jaehyun #lowkey a mess #kim jungwoo #mark lee #nct #nct u #nct imagines #jungwoo might become a fav pt.1😋🤞🏾#follow me on this jungwoo journey 🤭#nakamoto yuta #taeil #lee taeyong #doyoung

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