#i knew about it already and i've always found it magical but i wanted to make sure i got my facts straight before writing about it

[raaorqtpbpdy]

Get Well Soon

Danny is sick and his powers are going crazy.

For the prompt: Danny comes down with a nasty, but totally regular cold. It's not the first time he's been sick since he got his powers, and normally, it's no big deal, but this time his powers are acting up, setting off randomly every so often. It's never very long, but it IS getting hard to hide, especially as he starts to recover. (AKA: sickfic with shenanigans) [from @gottacatchghosts]

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Danny was dying. He was definitely gonna die. He was already half dead, but this vile infection was going to do him in the rest of the way. He moaned in pain and distress.

"Stop being so dramatic, Danny," Sam told him, rolling her eyes. "It's just a regular cold. It's not even a ghost flu or anything like that. It's a perfectly normal, run-of-the-mill cold, and you're gonna be fine."

"Are you sure about that, Sam?" Danny asked. 

His voice was low and nasally, thanks to his stuffy nose and sore throat, and he promptly buried his face in his blankets and burst into a coughing fit. 

When he looked up again, Sam was staring at him, wide-eyed.

He looked down at himself curiously, wondering what she was looking so freaked about. White gloves and black sleeves met his swimming vision.

"Just a normal cold, huh?" He looked at her and raised an eyebrow—probably both actually. His muscle control wasn't the best at the moment.

"It is just a cold," she insisted. "We've already run the tests, and there's absolutely no chance at all that this virus is in any way ghost related. It's a regular cold, Danny. You're just gonna have to tough it out until it goes away."

Danny groaned in despair and agony.

"But Saaaammm."

"I don't know what you think I can do about it. I'm rich, not magic."

He groaned again, and Sam shuddered as the temperature in the room suddenly dropped to freezing, and a thin sheen of frost formed on Danny's window.

He'd had colds before since getting his powers, and normally, it wasn't that big a deal. It sucked, sure; being sick always sucked. But nothing like this had ever happened before. His powers had never acted up like this before, and he'd never lost control of his powers.

Sam walked over and opened his window to let the cold air escape.

"I've gotta get going," she told him apologetically. "You should change back before your parents come in to check on you. Fair warning, your mom was making soup when I came in."

"Thanks for the warning," he grumbled, and sniffed.

It took more concentration than usual to shift back into his Fenton form, but it seemed he hadn't completely lost control of his powers... yet, at least.

It was only a few minutes later that his mom came in, carrying a steaming mug full of chicken soup.

"Hi sweetie, how you feeling?" she asked, her voice dripping with sympathy.

"I feel half dead," Danny replied with a small smirk. 

He felt a sneeze coming on, but held it in. He knew what would happen.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she told him pouted. "Do you need anything? Cough syrup? Hot tea? Marshmallows? Oh!" 

She turned to look in her utility belt, and as she did so, Danny let loose a sneeze, and the accompanying ghost-ray that shot out from him and scorched the wall opposite his bed, only narrowly missing his mother.

"Your dad found his old Game Boy," she said, pulling out a device lat looked kind of like Tucker's PDA, but way more eighties. "You don't have to take it if you don't want, but since you're stuck in bed right now, it might be fun, just to pass the time."

Danny put his mug of soup down on his bedside table, wiped his sweaty hands off on his blankets, and took the device from his mom. Examining it to figure out how exactly it worked. The controls were fairly intuitive, but he couldn't find the 'on' button. His mother laughed softly.

Well if that keeps you entertained, then my work here is done. She patted her knees, stood up and walked out the door with a gentle, "Get well soon, sweetie."

As soon as the door closed, Danny sneezed again. A ghost ray shot out and his the door where his mother's head had been a moment before.

Yeah... he'd better get well soon.

The Game Boy only had Tetris, Pac-Man, and the Ghostbusters 2 video game, so Danny chose to play the one game that didn't have ghosts in it, only to discover rather quickly that he sucked ass at Tetris. That didn't stop him from trying, even though his record at this point was 16 lines.

He was starting to get chills now, but he remained steadfastly focused on his game until his dad came into the room.

"Ah, the old Game Boy," he said fondly, sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to Danny. "You know, I can get all the way to level two hundred and fifty-six on Pac-Man. Spent a whole summer trying to get a perfect score, but I never quite got there."

"I'm playing Tetris," Danny said.

A chill wracked his body and he saw his hands disappear and gasped softly. Thankfully his dad didn't notice, or the man might've turned around to look and seen empty air where his son had been a moment before. Danny quickly turned himself visible again.

"Oh... yeah, there was a deal going when I bought the Game Boy," his dad explained, oblivious as usual to the paranormal activity happening behind him. "It came with a free copy of Tetris. I tried it a few times, but the best score I ever got was twenty rows before I finally gave up."

"Yeah," Danny commiserated. "I've only gotten up to 16 so far."

He shuddered again with a chill and turned invisible once more. Then his dad started to turn toward him and Danny desperately snapped back into the visible spectrum.

"Well, as long as you're having fun, that's all that matters," his dad said.

Danny smiled in response, just relieved he'd managed to turn visible again before his dad saw—or rather, didn't see.

They didn't talk long before his dad left, and he was in his room alone again, free to turn invisible as much as he liked—whether he wanted to or not.

It was more-or-less fine when he was mostly left alone in his room with no one to see his powers acting up. He was still sick, and he still felt like death, but at least he didn't have to worry to much about his secret identity being found out.

But a few days later, he started to recover. He could get up and walk around the house, and people spent more time around him because they were less worried about catching his cold. The problem with that was, even though he was on the mend, his powers were still acting up.

Once, when he was microwaving some soup, he randomly went intangible and fell halfway through the kitchen floor. Thankfully Jazz had been the only one to see, and she'd helped pull him back up, but if his parents had been there, he'd have been screwed. 

When he was watching TV with his mom, he'd had a light cough and when he looked up, he saw that he'd accidentally made the coasters on the coffee table start floating. Thankfully, she'd been too focused on the drama they were watching together to notice, but it had been a close call.

His cold was almost gone, but he wasn't out of the woods yet.

Truly, he couldn't get well soon enough.

#dp #danny phantom #danny fenton #jack fenton #sam manson #maddie fenton #sickfic #fic #things i wrote #phic phight #phic phight 24

[fearandhatred]

oh hi. this did not in fact take only an hour to write but hey it's done! any support is so so appreciated <3

also thread of me lowkey liveblogging myself (not) writing this lmaoo

Summary:

A fun little side perk of being a demon is that Crowley only gets to see the world in shades of grey. That is, until that world is touched by one particular angel.

They say that it's not the fall that hurts, it's the landing. That's a partial truth, at least for him. The landing did hurt—his bones had shattered almost methodically, travelling through his legs and up his spine like a shiver; the whiplash from his head hitting the ground had felt like an explosion of guts in his mouth. But the fall had hurt, too. Because the wind had cut into his useless wings like knives, his skin and grace peeling away under the friction, and he had been looking right up at the multicoloured and unreachable expanse of sky just to see it fade from his eyes into dull greys. And that was that. For the indiscriminate time afterwards, he and all the other demons wandered Hell's corridors like strays, lost and trying to adjust to a new life where hope looked just as bleak as despair. They wore all black, because the identifiability of that darkest shade meant that they wouldn't have to worry about clashing colours. An inconsequential problem, maybe, almost laughable in its insignificance, but it was the one piece of self-dignity they could still control. Back then, that was everything.

#fearandhatred #fearandfics #fic: sunflower fingerprints #honestly i feel like i could do/have done so much more with this #but i don't wanna overthink it lol i didn't even have the time to write this fic #also one reason this took longer to write was because i did research!! into the hindu festival of colours #i knew about it already and i've always found it magical but i wanted to make sure i got my facts straight before writing about it #i hope i did it justice #honestly a coincidence that i remembered this festival existed while writing this lmao. and it turned out to be so significant to the story #so yay! #oh and if you saw my thread. update i'm not even going for the test lmfaooooo good riddance #good omens #good omens season 2 #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #crowley #aziraphale #good omens fanfiction #good omens fanfic #good omens fic #writing

[songsofadelaide]

cw/tw: sickfic, fluff, reader has she/her pronouns, gojo being a little silly. wc: 666

"She's down with a fever, so don't get any ideas, Gojo."

"Wh— You talk as if I'm going to do something nefarious to her, Shoko!"

"Nefarious, no, but idiotic, probably. Do all of us a favour and steer clear of her in the meantime. We don't want others catching this bug."

They say fever dreams are usually unpleasant, but why was this some kind of replay of one of your favourite high school memories instead? Favourite except for the fact that you were sick. 

"Y'know I've never really actually gotten sick before because of my infinity and all…"

A cool hand is pressed to your burning forehead, a sigh of relief leaving your lips as you come into contact with it. 

"Yikes, she's actually burning up!" 

"That's why I told you to stay away. If you or anyone else catches this, I am going to lock you all in the morgue for all I care."

"You'd do that to her?!"

"Not her, of course!"

Getting sick is probably one of the worst things that could ever happen to you. Some days, you can't seem to sweep your condition under the rug, no matter how hard you try to be normal about it. A cold was starkly different from being cursed and it was such a normal thing that Shoko had no other choice but to treat it normally— by telling you to drink your meds and get some rest. 

Nanami said he'd handle your pending mission, so rest you did. 

There was nothing at all restful about having to stay on campus, though, with Shoko saying she could keep a better eye on your condition there. You felt like the walls and the halls already knew so much. The happiness of your youth, the sadness and anguish of having friends perish before your very eyes, and the bittersweetness of your first love. 

"Pain, pain, go away…"

Your first love that seemed to stalk the halls of the magic college, for some reason. 

"Come again another day…"

The humming sounded far too real now to be a dream, even more so when the same cool touch was pressed to your forehead again. "Ah…"

"It's okay, you can sleep some more."

In fear you may be in delirium, you opened your eyes and found Satoru seated right by your bedside, a wet towel and a basin of water right next to him. "Satoru?…"

"Sorry. Did I wake ya?" He asked, though you couldn't get a read on his expression with that ridiculous blindfold over his eyes. "Heard from Shoko that you were sick, so…"

"Didn't she tell you not to come over?" You said with a sigh. 

"No need to be so worried about me. I've never really actually gotten sick before because of my infinity."

"I know, I know. You've always been too invincible."

He brushed his cold knuckles over your forehead once more, finally drawing out a tired smile from you. "Do you want me to grab you some ice water or something?"

"No, I'm good…" You told him, gently holding him back from moving away from you. When he realised what you meant, he placed his hand over your forehead again. "You're like a popsicle."

It was his turn to chuckle this time. "Ramune flavour?"

"Exactly."

Satoru slightly moved to reach for your hand, clammy as it was, his cold fingers curling around your warmer ones, and somehow, you can't really tell if all of this is real. 

"Satoru…"

"Yeah, sweets?"

"Can you pinch my hand or something? I feel like I'm in high school again and I'm dreaming all of this up. After all, I like you so much that I might even be hallucinating."

He squeezed your hand with just enough force as if asking, is it real enough yet?

"…Real," you sighed and nodded to yourself. "Sorry…"

"Whatever are you apologising for?" He grinned at you. "You think I don't like hearing about how much you like me, even from before?"

#songsofadelaidewrites💛 #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo fluff

[iamthat-iam]

Validation 🎬🥇

Lamar has been in the LOA community for years. It has always been a magical experience to read everyone's success stories, and to share some of his own. Everytime he successfully "manifested" something, he felt like "HIM." He felt like That Guy.

He couldn't wait to run to social media to brag about getting his SP back, and them moving into a beach house together. He couldn't wait to talk about how he met his favorite rapper, J Cole, and was invited to a party after one of his concerts.

"Wow that's insane!" People commented. "Congrats man! That's crazy!"

He didn't know what felt better, actually "experiencing" his manifestations, or the validation he got from sharing his success stories. Either way, he felt pretty damn good all the time.

Then, one day, he came across some ND/AV posts on Twitter that humbled him in ways he didn't think were possible. "Everyone and everything is you," "There's no manifestion, it's just an imaginary concept to explain how reality works," "All experiences are the same. No difference between physical and imagination," are all quotes that stood out to him.

This made him question everything he thought he knew about his own life, how reality works, and manifestation. If everyone was him, that means his girlfriend is also him, and everyone in his life? He's just been sharing his success stories with himself? If all experiences are the same, what was the point of waiting for everything to show up in the 3D? What's the point of it all? He needed to find answers soon before he drove himself crazy.

He found a NDtwt account that was willing to take DMs and sent a lengthy message about his concerns.

"Hi Lamar, thanks for messaging me!" The ND 'teacher' greeted him. "The first thing I want to explain is how 'everyone is you.' Everyone is not the PERSON you think you are, everyone is not Lamar. However, your true nature, the awareness behind everything that appears, is everyone and everything. You may have labelled the phone in your hand a "phone", but in reality it's just you. Same thing with the objects in the room you are in. Same thing with anything you can think of."

"Okay so I am one with everything, that makes sense," Lamar typed. "What about all experiences being the same? This whole time I've been waiting for things to show up in the 3D for nothing? Is it pointless to share success stories?"

"You got your GF back, you're living in a beach house and you met J Cole, I completely understand why you'd want to share that with others," the ND 'teacher' began. "However, once you've collapsed the duality between physical and imagination, you won't need that validation anymore. You know your true nature, you know that everything is you, so you know that no experience is seperate from you. That's the difference between LOA and ND. In LOA, there's someone here in lack to get something. In ND, there's nothing to get. You simply experience whatever you want without labelling it 'physical', 'imagination', 'dreams' because there's no such thing. No one can validate or invalidate your experiences because seeming others are also part of the illusion."

"Okay, I kinda get it, could you give me an example?" Lamar inquired.

"Suppose you were aware of being a famous rapper, and you had tons of fans. Then you open your eyes and everything appears to be the same. You try telling your family that you are a famous rapper, they all look at you like you're crazy. What happened here was you were perfectly aware of being this famous rapper, then switched to an illusion where you are not a famous rapper, and tried to get validation from people in the illusion where you aren't a famous rapper. Do you see where I'm going with this?" The ND 'teacher' asked.

"So it would be pointless to tell them I'm a famous rapper if I already experienced it myself, and them looking at me crazy doesn't really mean anything," Lamar guessed.

"Correct!" The ND 'teacher' replied. "Also, when you were aware of being a famous rapper, the old life and old you did not exist. This is because there's no objective reality here. There's actually nothing here, only your awareness of being, or " ."

This made Lamar feel better about this whole situation. There's no need for validation from seeming others when everyone and everything is you. Your success story is your ability to appear as anything or anyone.

#non dualism #nondualism #consciousness #awareness #self #self realization #advaita vedanta #advaita vendata

[hearttjason]

Please please please AKJason x reader where he's usually a big grump, but when his s/o starts to feel abdominal pain and can't keep food down, he gets all protective and caring. They spend the week together being all lovey dovey (reader even wears his clothes..) this can lead to smut or more fluff, writers choice!!

(also I've been having these bad stomach aches so that is why I ask.. thank you!! 😭)

AN: this is adorable😭 i hope your stomach feels better soon!! :( this is pretty much my first fic..feedback is greatly appreciated!!

I’ve got you.

pairing: jason todd x (gn) reader

warnings: none, pure fluff :)

you were lying in you and jason's shared bed in your tiny apartment. the stomach aches you'd been feeling for a few days haven't ceased and you had no idea what to do about them. pain medicine didn't seem to work so you resorted to lying in bed for most of the day. groaning, you buried yourself more underneath the covers, the blanket swallowing you whole.

the front door had opened and you already knew it was your grumpy boyfriend. his heavy foot steps were heard around the apartment as he groaned and muttered curses under his breath. he must've had a bad day, you can tell because he didn't shout an "i'm home!" like he usually does on a good day. stumbling into the room with half of his armor off, his eyes settle on you- or rather, the you shaped lump.

"babe" he grumbled, trying to get your attention. you only let out a "hnn" in response, trying to bury yourself impossibly more into the mattress. he sat down on the other side of the bed after he rid himself of the rest of his armor. 'hey, what's wrong? talk to me" he whispered. you loved this side of him that only you got to see the soft jason that would move mountains for you or go get your favorite snacks at 3 am. everyone else got the grumpy closed off militia leader jason, but you had a special place in his heart.

a whine was the only thing that left your mouth, it felt impossible to even speak with this goddamn stomach ache. he scooted closer to you, rubbing your back through the blankets you buried yourself in. "talk to me sweetheart, what's got you like this, hm?" your head peeked out from the covers and jason found himself smiling a little at the sight of you. "tummy aches. they've been hurting really bad, can't eat" you mumbled out.

"why didn't you tell me, baby? i could've gotten you medicine or something. how long has this been happening?" "didn't want to bother you, jay. medicine doesn't work and it's been going on for a few days". he hummed for a second, trying to think of what to do. "i have something that'll help. can you turn around for me?" he asks sweetly. you groaned and turned your body so that you were facing him. your eyes were dull, dark circles more prominent and hair messy.

even though you looked like this, he still thought you were absolutely perfect. he smiled and then laid down next to you, cuddling you as you put your face in his chest. "i think this might help, don't you?" he asked with a small giggle. you nodded and miraculously, your stomach was feeling better. "feels a little better, jay. thank you" you sighed out, placing a kiss to his shirt covered chest. he only hummed in response and you both drifted off to sleep peacefully.

the next morning, you stirred awake with a yawn and jason was already staring at you with a small smile. "sleep good?" he asked. you nodded with a smile and kissed his cheek. "you really know how to make me feel better. are you magical?" you teased with a small giggle. "hmm maybe i am..let's get you in the shower and then you can eat, yeah?"

jason would always take care of you, that's what you loved most about him.

divider by @cafekitsune

#jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd #dc x reader #dc fluff #jason todd fluff #hearttjason

[deramin2]

(Spoilers for Critical Role Campaign 1)

I don't have any expectations for wherever FCG will stay dead or come back somehow because I've spent 9 years watching Sam Riegel totally subvert my expectations in a narratively compelling way.

But I will say that "FCG shouldn't come back because it would lessen the impact of a narratively perfect death" is EXACTLY what people were saying about Percy's first death after C1 E68. (The first televised character death.) If he had to have an end, it was a fitting end that, while tragic, neatly tied up the thesis of the story. Would Taliesin even want him to come back? With Whitestone saved and Ripply killed, was there even much left to explore?

They found Percy's death letter telling them he loved them all but please bury him in a ditch with all his designs so he could be forgotten by history. He was so sorry for all he'd done and he could never make it up.

But they tried anyway, having to wrest Percy's soul away from Orthax. The players knew what they said in the resurrection ritual was meaningful along with their rolls. But they did not know they were also having to convince Taliesin. If they'd tried to appeal to Percy's soul in the wrong way, dice be damned, Percy was going to refuse. What we got was really meaningful and powerful roleplay (especially from Marisha and Laura) that did convince Percy along with successful rolls.

Being brought back did not at all weaken Percy's own sacrifice or the impact of his death. It forced him to confront everything he'd been running from. It forced him to see that there were people who loved him and would not let him throw himself away for them. They didn't want a martyr, they wanted their friend. It utterly changed the trajectory of his character.

There's only four ways I can think of on the table to bring FCG back:

True Resurrection — Incredibly expensive high level spell. They would have to find the materials as well as someone who both can and is willing to cast the spell in the middle of a war to stop a second Calamity. None of this would be easy. The ritual could still fail. FCG could decline to come back and the other players would not know that until they went to all the effort. The Raven Queen views True Resurrection as heresy which is why they didn't try it on Vax. How would a second chance change them?

Reincarnate — Lower level and cheaper spell. FCG would come back as a fleshy being instead of an Aeormaton. Would the experience live up to FCG's fantasies about it? How would it change them to realize they are truely alive, and always were, but are now also mortal? Reverse Veth story? Wild ass Pinocchio retelling? What does it mean to get a second chance but everything about you is different?

Wish — I think this would count as duplicating True Resurrection. High component cost and requires a high level magic user. (If it's duplicating a spiral there's no risk of no longer being able to cast Wish.)

Hag Deal — They do know a fatestitcher Hag who likes them and limes making deals even more. Orym may be able to just extend his existing deal. What are the consequences for the deal marker as well as FCG? Would the robit feel responsible for that person's fate? How would that affect how they feel about coming back and the meaning they need to make from it.

I don't think there's a right or best option because whatever we speculate on, the actual result will be full of meaning and very poignant. I can't imagine that Bell's Hells won't try to bring him back. They've lost so much already. They couldn't bring back Eshteross or Bertrand or Will & Derrig. They couldn't live with not even trying. Maybe their method works, maybe it doesn't. But at least they tried.

And if FCG does come back, they have to live with knowing that even though they saved their friends and put an end to Otohan, they also hurt their friends by treating themselves as disposable. They forced their friends to confront that each of them might have done the same and that's deeply unhealthy. It will change the character development tremendously.

My favorite film and play genre is where the protagonist dies (or nearly dies) (usually self-inflicted) at the beginning and has to journey through purgatory to find themselves again before they can return to the living. Films like Wristcutters: A Love Story (2006) or Castaway on the Moon (김씨 표류기 2009). Death matters because it reminds you to live. The journey is finding meaning in both life and death and coming back utterly changed.

#critical role #Critical Role Spoilers #critical role meta #critical role campaign 1 #critical role campaign 3 #vox machina #Bell's Hells #Percival de Rolo #Fresh Cut Grass #wristcutters a love story #Castaway on the Moon

[happy74827]

Loosing Control

[Gideon Graves x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Your love is a thing of magic. It's strong and apparently real and Gideon doesn't quite know how to deal with it.

WC: 2489

Category: Slight Lime/Spice {Gideon’s POV}

I’m actually surprised that so many people love my Gideon fics. The AMOUNT of anons I’ve suddenly started to receive this past week just because of this man is astronomical and I’m totally here for it!! (Also this gif got me feeling all types of things 🫣)

『••✎••』

Gideon Graves was at a loss for words. He didn't know what he had expected from this meeting, but it certainly wasn't this. He wasn't exactly in a position to be calling anyone out on the carpet, so to speak, but it had been at least an hour since you had burst into the office—pounding on the door, demanding to be let in—and Gideon had done nothing to stop you. Instead, he sat on his sofa, staring at you in silence. He'd already known you would be upset. He didn't need you to tell him that.

"Look," he said.

Gideon Graves was a genius. He knew that. His ability to multitask and think fast on his feet had gotten him far in his career and had garnered him numerous accolades and awards, from the Pulitzer to the Nobel Prize. And yet he hadn't expected you.

He wasn't sure what he had expected. You had been his assistant for nearly five years now. Gideon had made it clear from the beginning that he was not interested in anything more than a professional relationship between the two of you, but that didn't mean he hadn't thought about it. There was just something about you. The way your mouth moved when you were speaking. The way you stood so close to him in the mornings that he could smell the soap on your skin and the coffee on your breath.

"Just give me a minute," he said.

You blinked at him. "What?"

Gideon stood up and paced the room, adjusting his glasses and running his hands through his hair.

"There are so many things I want to say, but they all seem like the wrong things," he said. "I've never really been good with words."

You pressed your hand to your lips, shaking your head. "No, no, I get it. It's my fault. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come here like this."

"You're not making this any easier for me, you know."

"No, I—I know." You drew your hand away, and your face flushed. You sat on the edge of the sofa, pulling your knees to your chest. "You don't have to make excuses for me or anything. I know I just barged in here."

"You always do that," Gideon said. He leaned his hip against the edge of his desk, resting his weight on his elbow. "You've been my assistant for five years now and you never knock."

You smiled. "You told me not to. You said I was always allowed to come into your office without knocking."

Gideon shrugged. He had been trying to get you out of his hair, to be completely honest. You had been such a nuisance—so nosy and needy and persistent—and yet he found himself drawn to you. He never meant for things to go this far. He was a lot of things, but unprofessional was not one of them.

He wasn't sure why you had come here. What you had possibly thought you were going to accomplish. Gideon Graves did not feel. Not in the way other people did. He could love, sure, but it wasn't in the traditional way. He could want and need and desire. But he wasn't capable of love. He hadn't loved his mother. He hadn't loved his father, though he had always been fond of the man.

Gideon had not loved you. Not at first. In fact, you had been an irritation, a nuisance. And yet, as time went on and you had learned to read him better, to anticipate his needs and desires, your presence became comforting. He liked being with you. He enjoyed listening to your voice, the way you laughed and smiled, and how you always looked so pleased with yourself, no matter how small the task you had completed.

"You have to understand," he said, "I'm not..."

Gideon searched your eyes. You were beautiful, he realized. You were soft and warm and kind, and he had never really thought of you as anything more than an assistant, but there was something about you now, something that made you look different. He couldn't quite explain it.

You were staring at him, your gaze fixed on his face.

Gideon cleared his throat. "You need to know what you're getting yourself into before we go any further."

Your brows drew together. "What do you mean?"

"I'm a broken man," he said, holding his hand in front of his face. He ran his fingers through his hair, tugging at the ends. "I can't promise you anything; I'm not... I’m not good at this sort of thing. You have to know that."

You tilted your head to one side, studying his face. He could see the worry in your expression. Gideon had seen that look before so many times. His father had given him that same look when Gideon had first told him he wanted to go to college. His mother had given him that same look when he had decided to move to Toronto alone. Even his own reflection in the mirror had looked at him with that same worried expression when Ramona had left him.

You looked at him as though you were afraid of him, but you didn't speak. You just looked at him, waiting.

"I don't know what I'm doing," he said, "and I can't promise that this will end up working out. It never has before, and it probably won't this time, either."

"Is this about Ramona?" you asked, your voice soft. "Is that what this is about?"

"No," Gideon said quickly. "That's in the past. That was... I was young and foolish."

"You weren't young," you said with a laugh. "I was literally there when you made the whole league thing. Then you got your ass—no offense—kicked by Pilgrim and that girl with the beautiful scarf.”

Gideon had never talked to anyone about that moment. He didn't talk about his failures, at least not when they were that severe. Even he had to admit that getting his ass kicked had been a bit of an embarrassing moment for him.

"Yeah, let’s not talk about that,"

You laughed again. "You know what this sounds like to me? It sounds like you're trying to talk me out of being with you."

"Well..." Gideon frowned, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "I guess that's true."

Your expression softened. "That's because you think it's not going to work out, isn't it? Better not to try than fail, right?"

Gideon didn't speak.

You moved across the room, crossing the floor until you were standing in front of him. You placed your hands on his chest, sliding them up the sides of his neck and cradling his face in your hands. You were looking at him, searching his eyes.

"I know it's hard for you to trust people," you said, "but I've been by your side for five years, and you don’t need to use a chip for assurance that this will work."

“Wait a minute, hold on—”

You leaned into him, kissing his lips. You smiled against his mouth, giggling softly. You were kissing him. You were kissing him. You were actually kissing him, and Gideon didn't know what to do about it.

You pulled away and kissed him again, harder this time. You moved against him, pushing him back so that he fell against the edge of his desk. His heart was pounding in his chest. You had your hands on his shoulders now, pushing his coat from his body.

For once, Gideon didn’t have control, and he wasn't sure how he felt about that. He liked being in charge. It was what he was used to. He knew what he was doing and how to get things done. Yet, here he was, watching his jacket drop to the floor, feeling your hands on his body.

“Do you still think you need that chip of yours?” you asked, pressing your lips to his ear.

Gideon sighed, tilting his head back as you kissed his neck and his jaw. You were undoing his tie now, letting it drop to the floor.

“Listen, I had a perfectly good reason for that chip. Ramona, she was...I had a lot going on with her, and it just made sense at the time, but then—shit—I didn't mean—I didn't—this is—it's really complicated, okay?”

You were kissing him as he spoke. You kissed the corner of his mouth. You kissed his neck and collarbone. Gideon had to remind himself to breathe. He had to remind himself how to move. How to think. How to do anything.

"You really are all over the place," you murmured.

Gideon glanced at you, panting due to the lack of oxygen in his system. His eyes were full of you, the shape of your face, the sound of your voice. The curve of your nose. Your smile. Your lips.

You had your hands on his shoulders, that same soft, pleading look in your eyes. You looked at him as though you wanted something, and it was hard for him to deny you, but it wasn't that simple. It never was.

"I can't promise you anything," he said.

You nodded. "I know."

"I'm not the easiest person to be around. I don't even know how I'm supposed to...to..." He swallowed. "I just don't know how to do this."

You stepped away from him, taking your hands from his shoulders. You seemed to know the right thing to say. You always knew the right thing to say. "Don't worry about that right now."

Gideon turned from you. He needed to get a hold of himself. He couldn't be weak like this. He needed to be in control. He needed to focus.

"I need to get back to work," he said, rubbing his eyes with his hand. "We've been away for too long."

You stared at him for a moment. You seemed to be waiting for him to change his mind, but he didn't. He knew he needed to focus. He needed to do what he had always done. He needed to bury himself in work until it was all that consumed him, and there was nothing else to do but sleep and breathe.

"Okay," you said. “Okay, Gideon.”

He didn't look at you as you turned to go. You hadn't even given him a chance to ask you to stay. He couldn't look at you right now, so he didn't turn around as he heard you open the door, close it behind you, and leave.

You hadn't left him mentally, though. Not yet. He could still smell your perfume in the air. He could still see the shape of your body in the chair in front of his desk. He could hear the way you sighed, the way your voice had been soft when you had said his name.

Gideon needed to get back to work, but all he could think about was you. He didn't even know how he had managed to convince himself that it was a good idea to push you away. He did the opposite with Ramona, forcing her into his life until she was a part of him.

So why was it when you had actually wanted him, he had pushed you away?

It had never happened with anyone else, not like this.

Gideon reached up to his neck, touching the skin where your lips had been. It had only been a kiss, a simple touch, but he couldn't remember the last time someone had made him feel like this. You were so soft and kind and... beautiful.

He reached down for his fallen coat that you had tossed to the ground. He lifted it, carrying it to the back of the sofa. He picked up his tie, too, and placed it into the pocket of the jacket, folding it neatly.

There was so much he didn't understand about himself. There was so much he didn't know and would likely never know, but he knew how he felt about you. He could admit that to himself, at least, even if he couldn't admit it to you. Not yet.

“Idiot… Idiot.” Gideon groaned, burying his face in his hands. He sat down on the edge of the couch, falling onto his back. He stared up at the ceiling, his mind drifting back to you.

When Scott Pilgrim had won that battle against him, Gideon was left to wake up and realize that there was a whole world out there that he had no control over. It was a frightening thing for him to come to terms with, but there it was. The world was going on with or without him, and he couldn't change that.

You were there for him, though. You had always been there for him. You had been so soft and kind and gentle. His ego was completely shattered when Scott brought him to his knees, but you had been there for him, comforting him as he recovered emotionally.

And yet, that wasn't all you had done for him. You have helped him in so many ways since you started working with him. You were the perfect assistant—attentive, thorough, and never a bother. He could ask you to fetch anything for him, and you always had.

You also knew when he wanted to be left alone and respected his boundaries. He had to be very careful around people. If you use the wrong words or the wrong tone of voice, everything could fall apart. And it had—it was—with Ramona.

Ramona. It still hurt to think about her, but he could admit that what he felt for you was far different than what he had ever felt for Ramona. What he had felt for Ramona had been a sort of hyperfocus. That was what he told himself anyway. She made him feel things that no one else ever had, but it had never been real. And Gideon knew the difference. Ramona wasn’t love; it was obsession.

You were love. You made him feel so... so human. He didn't want to get into the nitty-gritty details of that, but you made him feel alive. You made him feel real.

Gideon sat up and crossed the room. When he was stressed, or upset, or upset because he was stressed, he found himself pacing. It was one of the few that helped him focus. As he paced, he glanced at the door, staring at the knob as he imagined you coming back through it.

That’s it, he thought. He needed to do something. He needed to go after you to make things right. Make sure that you knew he was serious. Make sure that you know what was at stake here.

Gideon wasn't good with words, but he knew that he would figure out a way. Figuring out ways to fix things had never been a problem for him.

He was the smartest man in the world. How hard could it be?

God, I need to learn how to write actual endings instead of leaving everything open 😭😭

Conclusions are the bane of my existence istg

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Lust we both share

◆Vampire!Seonghwa◆

TW: cursing, blood, suggestive

◆Read this before reading this one or else it won't make much sense, trust me◆

Word count: 6,1k

A/N: I have no idea what to call this lol, a drabble? I really don't know, but I swear to God ever since I've written that request for Halloween (@seonghwasbobaeyes repectfully this is your fault haha, so uhm, I hope you enjoy the short part 2?) this Seonghwa has been plaguing my mind and yesterday I decided, why not, I'll write some more and see what happens lol. I might write one more part like this one, short since I don't want to turn it into a full story. Lol, I hope y'all enjoy it! Feedback is appreciated!

1. Moroi-are born vampires, imbued with the magic to have power over the elements;

2. Dhampir-are half-human, half-vampires who are born to protect the Moroi. Don't have elemental magic, but have enhanced strength and senses making them the strongest protection against the Strigoi;

3. Strigoi- are the type of vampires that one would expect from an old horror classic

           Everything went back to normal after we returned from the one-week long test. Seonghwa continued being his usual self, arrogant, and awfully annoying. And I continued ignoring him as best as I could and making fun of his existence behind his back. Seeing him everywhere I went suddenly became even more infuriating compared to before the whole test, and I couldn’t decide whether I was paying more attention to Seonghwa now or if he was everywhere on purpose. His words held an unsaid promise, ‘One or two won’t, indeed’, and I couldn’t help but feel on edge almost all the time. For some unexplainable reason, I expected him to show up in the middle of the night and suck my blood dry, leaving me dead in my own bed, only to be found in the morning when Seonghwa has already had time to flee and cover his tracks. It didn’t help that I started having nightmares too with him showing up when I least expected it, when my guard was down, his eyes crimson red and face smeared with blood, face oddly pale. It looked like Seonghwa, yet at the same time it didn’t. He didn’t look like his usual self in the nightmares, and sometimes it made me ponder that, perhaps, I wasn’t seeing the Seonghwa I knew. The moroi Seonghwa, but a strigoi turned Seonghwa. That thought didn’t sit well with me and it also scared me. When did I start caring about his safety? Was that one week spent with him long enough to mess with the chemistry of my brain? Or was this the doing of his vampire venom? Was I already addicted? Was my body craving for more? I couldn’t decide, nor quite understand my own thoughts and wants, and that scared me. It’s not like I could go and talk to Kazuha about it, a moroi drinking from a dhampir was strictly forbidden, and no matter how tight and close our friendship with Kazuha was, I knew she’d snitch on me to the Principal the second she was out of my sight. I knew she loved me, but she followed the rules quite strictly and anything which went against them and she caught whiff of it would be reported immediately. And besides, I just simply couldn’t talk about it. A dhampir offering up their blood willingly was…something like prostitution. I would be called a blood-whore. Everyone would look down on me and cast me out. I wasn’t afraid of being on my own, but I couldn’t allow such thing happening in my last year at the Academy, right before graduation on top of it all. Three more months and I would be free. Three more months and I wouldn’t have to see Seonghwa’s face ever again. Or that’s what I thought.

As I walked down the fancy corridor, headed towards the Principal’s office, all kinds of thoughts ran through my mind. Perhaps he found out I was the one who pulled that prank yesterday in hand-to-hand combat class. Or perhaps Jennie finally told on me to the Principal that I always pick on her. Or perhaps someone spread another obnoxious rumor about me. Or perhaps…everything was fucked because the Principal somehow found out what Seonghwa and I had done while we were away. Did Seonghwa have it in him to tell anyone about it? I knew he liked to boast about anything he could, but this…this thing was serious. It would ruin my life, but it could taint his own reputation too. He wouldn’t say anything about it, right?

I sighed and stopped abruptly in front of the Principal’s office; door wide open. Great, I couldn’t even collect my thoughts before I stepped inside. He was a moroi, so he has already heard me approaching, he swiftly glanced up and beckoned me inside. I tried to remain calm, aware that he could hear my heartbeat and would instantly pick up on it. I didn’t want to give myself away if perhaps I wasn’t called here for facing the repercussions of my actions.

“Good evening, Miss Lee.” The Principal said with a smile and I nodded, sitting down across from him. His desk was huge and made of oak, it looked extremely expensive, but when the Academy had good funds, I guess he could afford it, “How have you been? Haven’t had to call you to the office in quite a while.”

I chuckled, rubbing my hands together to distract myself, suddenly my heartbeat picking up. Don’t panic, he seems to be in a good mood, “I have been behaving, Mr. Yoon. I’m doing quite fine lately, stressed about the graduation.”

The Principal hummed, rubbing his chin as if he was confused, “Good thing you brought that up. It’s why I called you here to talk.”

Fuck, what about it? I cleared my throat and my body suddenly tensed, but I leaned back in the chair, trying to look nonchalant about it.

“You know Park Seonghwa—it would be hard no to—” The Principal’s eyebrows suddenly rose as my heart somersaulted, and I cursed myself for reacting so quickly. I cleared my throat and looked away embarrassed, avoiding eye contact as the man grinned at me. Why was he bringing Seonghwa up? Did he know? Did he somehow find out? Did Seonghwa tell him?, “I see hearing his voice alone makes you quite—angry.”

For someone who could hear my heartbeat and pick up on body language, the Principal misread my reaction quite badly. It made me chuckle as I tried acting like I was angry, since that’s what the Principal thought I was feeling like, “Yes, well, everyone knows how I feel about Seonghwa.”

“Indeed,” The Principal chuckled and quickly became serious soon after, “well, you might have to work on your differences with Mr. Park, because he requested for you to be his guardian after graduation—”

“What?!” I nothing but shouted as I sprung up to my feet, feeling angry for real now, mouth hanging open, “He did what?!”

The Principal only looked amused as he stared at me, waiting for me to sit down, but I couldn’t. My blood was boiling and my muscles were tense, I couldn’t sit still. So, I walked behind the chair and started pacing up and down, chewing on my lower lip as the Principal chuckled again, way too amused by my dismay.

“I see you left a deep impression on him during that one week of testing, Miss Lee, it’s impressive.” The Principal started, face coated in surprise, “He came in very determined and confident today, formular about his request in his hands and already completed. He even kept a long speech about how serious you were about your duties and how safe he felt with you, never having to look over his shoulder or fear for his life. Everyone knows you’re an exceptional student at the Academy, Miss Lee, even if a little bit mischievous, but Mr. Park’s words were a rather pleasant surprise. I’m very pleased to see you evolve into a mature and responsible dhampir, and I can’t wait to forward the request to the Queen—”

“No!” I exclaimed, looking at the Principal wide-eyed, “What—what if I refuse his request?”

“You know you can’t do that.” The Principal reminded me of the protocol, I knew that, but I really didn’t want to become Seonghwa’s guardian. Spending one week with him was one thing, but spending who knows how many years with him would be pure torture, “At least not until you have guarded him for five years. After that you’re free to decide whether you want to continue guarding him or change to someone else.”

“Can’t I decide right now that I don’t want to guard him for the next five years, Mr. Yoon?” I asked defeated, closing my eyes and running my hands through my hair. This was really bad. It didn’t help that my hair was all knotted up from the wind and I pulled on the tangled strands painfully with my fingers, adding only fuel to my anger. I really couldn’t deal with anything right now.

“I’m afraid not, Miss Lee,” The Principal chuckled as if I had said the joke of the year, “Thank you for coming tonight, though, a special request like this hasn’t been done in decades at our Academy. The Queen will certainly be proud of you, there’s few female dhampirs and to have you so talented and dedicated is indeed something to be proud of.”

I couldn’t care less about the Queen and what she thought about me, this was horrible. Suddenly, I didn’t want to graduate anymore, “Am I dismissed?”

“Of course, go enjoy your night, Miss Lee—” I turned and basically sprinted towards the door, but the Principal called out, “Not too much, though, I know about the party!”

That was least of my problems right now as I stormed down the hallways, headed for my shared dorm with Kazuha. Perhaps getting called to the Principal’s office for misbehaving suddenly sounded so much better than for what I got called in just right now. I couldn’t believe Seonghwa followed through with his words just because I let him taste my sweet blood. God, I am such an idiot, if I never allowed him to drink from me this would’ve never happened. I did this to myself, and I couldn’t help but feel desperation crawl all over my body and rage fill my veins as I saw red, Seonghwa’s name like a chant echoing through my mind, wishing for nothing more than to put a dagger through his heart.

            Kazuha wasn’t in our room when I had returned, which made my state worsen as I threw everything off my desk, screaming and punching my least favorite pillow for five minutes straight. I wasn’t always good at managing my anger, that’s why I was so good at training classes. I channeled all the pent-up rage and frustration into fighting, beating everyone, even the largest and strongest dhampirs at our Academy. Despite wanting to scream for longer, our next-door neighbor banged on the shared wall and shouted for me to shut up and go for a walk, making me scream back a fuck you, before I stormed inside the bathroom and took a cold shower, wallowing in nothing but despair as I refused to cry. I wouldn’t cry about something like this, all I had to do was find a way to sabotage myself of being Seonghwa’s guardian, but not the point that I wouldn’t be able to guard anyone else. Perhaps if I incriminate him with something forbidden I could get rid of him, but these thoughts were currently pushed to the back of my mind as Kazuha and I were huddled together in a quieter corner of the room, with me retelling everything the Principal has said. She was tipsy, but she paid close attention, her eyes wide and mouth open as she ignored a guy who tried pulling her towards the drinks table. I cast him a glare before he hurried off, sending me nasty looks that I didn’t bother to care about.

“Are you serious about Seonghwa wanting you to be his guardian?” Kazuha repeated for the third time, and frankly, I was getting fed up.

“Yes! If you ask once more, I swear to God, I will punch you.” I threatened and Kazuha laughed.

“I’m just too shocked to accept reality—and perhaps tipsy too, but—this sounds like a nightmare for you, Y/N, I’m really sorry.” She said with a pout and patted my arm, feeling sympathetic for me. I scoffed and crossed my arms, my grip around the red cup tightening.

“Sounds like a nightmare for me? Doesn’t it for everyone?!” I exclaimed, but it went unnoticed as the music was blasting through the speakers loudly and everyone around us was busy with whatever they were doing.

“I hate to break it to you, sweetie, but the other dhampirs at our Academy would kill to get to be Seonghwa’s guardian. He’s filthy rich and will most likely inherit his father’s business, meaning you won’t ever have to overwork yourself as he will sit in a fucking office chair, doing nothing all day long. And on top of that, his family doesn’t live in a moroi community, so you won’t have to worry about seeing a strigoi too often, Y/N, you quite literally hit the jackpot with him.” Kazuha’s voice sounded slightly tinged with jealousy, but I knew it was the alcohol making her feel like that, “Imagine if you got paired up with San, who likes hiking, and lives in a remote area somewhere in the mountains! Y/N, that’s literally where nests of strigois live, I’d rather die than spend the next five years with San—or Wooyoung, for that matter! Jesus, that guy never shuts up—”

“Speaking of the devil!” I groaned as Wooyoung bounced over, two red cups in his hands.

“Here you two were!” Kazuha and I turned to look at Wooyoung quite unimpressed, his mouth pulled into a lazy smile, quite obvious that he was drunk off his ass.

“Wooyoung, I told you to leave me alone—” Kazuha started, but Wooyoung pressed one cup against her lips, making her cringe away from the strong smell of whatever alcohol he had mixed in there.

“Baby, did you forget about our bet?” Suddenly, Wooyoung’s lips pulled up into a smirk and a dangerous glint appeared in his eyes. I looked at Kazuha with a questioning glance, having not heard of this up until now. Kazuha looked uncomfortable for a second as she glanced back at me and then sighed.

“Fine, lead the way.” She muttered, but thanks to Wooyoung’s heightened senses, he heard her and chuckled, turning around to lead the way to wherever they were headed. I raised my eyebrows at Kazuha as she glanced back at me with a pout, but she only shook her head, meaning that she’d explain later. I watched as my best friend walked off with the moroi she had to protect during the week of testing, her shoulders pulled back and strut straight, signs of her tipsiness all gone. I shook my head and downed the rest of my drink, needing a refill immediately. I had to stop thinking about Seonghwa and the request.

            After some dancing and chit chatting with other dhampirs from my classes, somehow, I found myself involved into a truth or dare game. Ten of us sat in a circle and spun the bottle, daring each other stupid and outrageous things, hollering with laughter whenever someone said or did something stupid. I was positively drunk by now, but I was aware of what was happening around me and to me. It’s why I decided to be the boring one for the first time while playing this game, and opted to only take truths. My hyper senses were dim due to the alcohol, and it was hard to keep up with everyone around me, not as alert as I usually would be. It’s why I didn’t notice Seonghwa sneaking up behind me as I had stood up, ass numb from sitting for so long, stretching out my legs. The question I had to answer was, “Have you ever done something forbidden, and if yes, what was it?”

“Forbidden as in—school level forbidden or—by law forbidden?” I asked with a smirk and the guy who asked me previously shouted out that ‘law forbidden’. I hummed and shrugged, pretending to think about it for a moment.

“Nope, I might do stupid shit but I’m not that dumb—” The chuckle got caught in my throat as an arm sneaked around my middle and a chest was pressed against my back. I didn’t have time to freeze or to even throw the other person over my shoulder before a hot breath hit my neck, cold lips pressing lightly against my ear.

“Are you sure about that, love?” My body went rigid, breath catching in my throat. After Seonghwa drank my blood we haven’t spoken as I did everything I could to avoid him, and he seemed fine with that, not particularly fond of spending his time with me.

“Get off.” I snapped and wrestled myself out of his iron grip, heart beating franticly and throat dry all of a sudden. Silence settled upon the group I was playing with as they watched us curiously, expecting a fight as it often happened when Seonghwa and I talked to each other. He seemed so smug as he stared me down, pink hair slicked back, and white shirt unbuttoned until the middle of his chest, showing off his milky and flawless skin. I scowled at him, fighting the urge of punching the smirk off his face.

“Playing without me?” He suddenly addressed the group, looking at them boredly. I rolled my eyes and collected my cardigan from where I had been sitting, wearing it as I had no intention of continuing playing the game with Seonghwa here. With the alcohol in my system nobody could stop me from beating his ass up.

“Wanna join?” Someone very drunk called out from the group and Seonghwa shrugged one shoulder, not looking too interested as his eyes fell back on me.

“Leaving so soon?” He asked, taking in my attire as his eyes ran up and down my body. Despite being fully covered and dressed, I was wearing black jeans, a black crop top and now the velvety cardigan, I felt exposed under his gaze. I could’ve sworn his eyes flashed crimson for a second, but perhaps it was a trick of the party lights around us.

“I’m not in the mood to see your face tonight, Seonghwa—”

“Pity,” He hummed, fake pouting, “I really wanted to run over some clauses our contract will contain once we both graduate—”

“Fuck you, Seonghwa,” My blood was boiling again, and thanks to the alcohol, I found myself all up in his face, glaring up at him furiously, “I will do anything I can to stop it from happening.”

Seonghwa’s eyes slightly narrowed, his icy long fingers suddenly wrapped around my wrist. Why was he so cold? And why did the corner of his lips look slightly red? Like something was smudged. Did he—just come back from feeding? The sudden tinge of my cheeks made me curse myself, and I hated how my heart picked up just from the thought of it. I felt dirty.

“That’s a pity, Y/N, my mother already spoke to the Queen about it, and she was delighted to hear such amazing news.” My jaw clenched and I yanked my wrist out of his grip, storming past him as our shoulders crashed together, leaving me fuming.

            I did everything I could to avoid Seonghwa at the party, and so, that led me to dancing almost the whole time. I was feeling the music and the vibes as I moved to the beat of the music, even found some random dhampir to make out with. As long as we didn’t do anything stupid, it was fine. A dhampir shouldn’t mingle with a dhampir, but we were only enjoying ourselves, it wasn’t anything serious. But I started feeling tired after a while and decided to take a breather. I sauntered over to the bathroom to freshen up a little bit, only to talk to myself in the mirror when I saw my reflection. Drunk me was rather funny as I scolded myself for drinking too much, suddenly remembering that I hadn’t seen Kazuha since she walked off with Wooyoung. Did they even come back? Finding her became my next mission, and so I was walking around the place, looking for my best friend. My head was spinning and if I wanted to see the people’s faces clearly I had to lean in very close, getting weird looks and glares as I did so. Turns out finding Kazuha was harder than I thought. Then, I realized that I should probably peek inside some rooms around the place where the party was held, we were on the side of the campus which wasn’t used anymore. But my plan might’ve not been the smartest idea as I saw some unwanted things, but still no sight of Kazuha. There was one more room I had to check before I would head back to the party, and when I pushed the door open, I realized it must’ve once been a study room as it held three desks and chairs, the room coated in darkness. There was nobody inside. But before I could walk away, I was pushed forward and I stumbled inside the room, almost losing my footing as I gripped onto the chair, startled. I gasped and turned around sharply, having to squeeze my eyes shut for a few seconds from how badly my head started thumping. The person inside didn’t turn on the lights, and as I opened my eyes, I took in the man standing in front of me. I could see well in the dark, and I could recognize that silhouette anywhere. I groaned as I went to push Seonghwa out of the way and walk out the small room, but his arm shoot out, making me run into it. I threw him a glare, but he just looked down at me with an unreadable expression on his face.

“What are you doing?” I snapped, jaw clenching as Seonghwa leaned to the left, where his hand was, and narrowed his eyes at me.

“I saw you wandering around mindlessly—”

“I wasn’t wandering around mindlessly,” I scoffed, “I’m looking for Kazuha.”

“She’s busy with Wooyoung, no need to look for her.” Seonghwa said nonchalantly and I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Do you know what’s happening?” I asked accusingly and he shrugged, removing his hand from the wall and blocking my path with his body now.

“They are probably fucking, love, that’s what’s happening.” My face pulled up into disgust. I desperately hoped the bet didn’t have to do anything with that outcome.

“Great, you can fuck off then.” I muttered with a fake smile, but when I tried sidestepping Seonghwa, he blocked my path again.

“Not so fast, Y/N, we have some catching up to do.” Seonghwa said with a smirk, stepping closer, making me step back. My eyebrows furrowed as I looked at him, feeling unsure all of a sudden. What did he want? Why was he here?

“No, we don’t.” My voice was firm, but Seonghwa just chuckled as he reached out for me, holding me by the waist as he pulled me into his body. The breath caught in my throat as his body heat warmed me up, his sweet scent intoxicating. His eyes were rimmed with eyeliner and I gulped as they flashed crimson, red swirling in his irises. Could he…want something from me? At that thought my heartbeat picked up and Seonghwa inhaled deeply, closing his eyes momentarily, flustering me. His plush lips parted, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyes were a deep red, almost glowing in the darkness. I didn’t feel scared, even though I should’ve as his features turned hungry, menacing even.

“You smell so fucking sweet it makes me lose my mind.” He let out a long breath, leaning down and nuzzling his nose against my neck. I grew stiff, mouth parting as my breathing picked up, memories of that night returning. Seonghwa said nothing else as his hot breath fanned my neck, covering my skin in goosebumps as I gripped his bicep with my right hand.

“I don’t—you can’t—” I didn’t know what I wanted to say, I didn’t know what to do. My body felt hot and electrified by Seonghwa’s proximity, yearning for something more. But we couldn’t let that happen again. It was a mistake the first time too. Seonghwa hummed in understanding, perhaps thoughts straying in the same direction as mine, and instead, I felt his warm lips press feather like kisses up to my jaw. My grip tightened around his bicep as he pulled his head back, staring into my eyes as his own flashed between red and their usual brown.

“I know we can’t.” He whispered and then perhaps we both moved at the same time, but our lips were pressing against each other as I leaned up on my tiptoes, Seonghwa’s head ducked down to reach my height. My arms wrapped around his neck and his hands around my middle as he pulled me into himself, mouths hungry as they moved against each other passionately. I couldn’t help but breathe in his scent, nose pressed against his cheek as Seonghwa’s lips pressed bruisingly against mine, eager for more. He walked me backwards until my legs hit the desk and I was climbing up on it, Seonghwa’s hands guiding me. His hands gripped my cheeks and fingers dug into my skin painfully as he sucked on my lower lip, making me hiss when he wouldn’t release it. He was trying to draw blood and I yanked my head back, glaring at him. He stood between my legs and one of my finger’s hooked against his belt as Seonghwa pressed closer, lean body pushing against mine. He tilted my head back, biting my earlobe and slowly kissing down from there to my collarbone, making me let out long sighs, my grip on his hip tightening when he sucked harder on the juncture between my neck and shoulder, finding my sweet spot. I moaned quietly as Seonghwa’s tongue licked at the mark, his teeth suddenly biting down against my skin. I jumped and body tensed in reaction, ready to fling him off myself, but his fangs never shirked and no pain followed. He was probably fighting against his own urges, trying to control himself. I pulled his head back and Seonghwa’s jaw was clenched as we stared at each other, his breathing ragged as he looked like he hadn’t drunk blood in years. It didn’t bring as much dread as I expected it to, but my heartbeat picked up again and Seonghwa quickly crashed his lips against mine, kissing me hungrily as his tongue pushed past my lips and I sucked on it, making Seonghwa moan into my mouth, sending an electric shock through my body. I pulled his body closer as our tongues danced together, lapping at each other’s mouths, Seonghwa’s body just as affected by our actions as mine as my hand briefly brushed against his semi-hard on. I kissed him back more eagerly, more messily, making Seonghwa groan into my mouth as suddenly his hand was gripping my neck firmly, pushing me backwards. I allowed him to do so, my back arching as his free hand was placed on the small of my back, flushing our lower bodies together. My hips moved on its own as heat pooled up in my lower stomach, needing some friction as Seonghwa groaned, his own hips grinding down against mine, making me grip onto his pink locks tightly as he sucked on my lower lip harshly again.

“You have to stop doing that—” I panted out, words cut off as Seonghwa ground against me again, harsher this time. These clothes on us were getting frustrating and I felt Seonghwa’s grip on my throat tighten as I went to undo his belt.

“Not tonight,” He choked out, gripping my wrist harshly, making me hiss. But I didn’t listen to him as I palmed him through his pants, his grip around my neck close to cutting off my air, perhaps that would bruise by tomorrow, “Not tonight, love, I’m on the brink of losing control.”

My jaw was clenched as I allowed Seonghwa to take my hand away and pin it against the table, “Fuck, I hate you. Why would you start something you can’t finish—”

“If you want me to suck you dry while I fuck your brains out, then by all means, Y/N, let’s keep going.” His voice was hard as he snapped and I finally opened my eyes, looking up into his crimson red ones. I didn’t think his eyes could darken anymore further, but the look on his face made fear root deep into my bones. My senses kicked in, and suddenly, my hand was around his wrist which was holding my neck, muscles tense as I calculated the best way to free myself without doing much damage to him. Seonghwa sensed my change in demeanor and loosened his grip on me, but still didn’t let go.

“I don’t plan on killing you, you can relax.”

“Yeah, well it doesn’t feel like it right now.” I snapped, eyes narrowed as Seonghwa chuckled and the grip from my neck disappeared as he instead held my chin with his thumb and forefinger, raising my chin up. He stared down at me with a smirk, amusement twinkling in his eyes.

“Despite your body sensing danger you’re still here in my arms, enjoying whatever I’m doing to you, don’t you?” I couldn’t help but glare at him and slap his hand away, head clearing enough to realize I was just about to have sex with Seonghwa had he not stopped us. I felt even more hatred towards him as I yanked my other hand out from underneath his as pushed him back by his chest, but Seonghwa didn’t budge. How was I weaker than him? That was impossible. Seonghwa just chuckled and leaned down, resting his hands on both sides of my knees.

“I like to play the damsel in distress, love, but it doesn’t mean I’m actually one.” His words were mocking, and suddenly, I realized I had no idea who Seonghwa was. Well, who the real Seonghwa was. I gulped as I watched him reach out and pull a strand of hair behind my ear, tilting my head up as he leaned down and pressed a long kiss against my lips. I didn’t react at first, but when he deepened it, my mouth opened automatically and I was back to making out with him, the pace a lot slower this time and more sensual. My heart was racing and body jittery all over again, but this kiss didn’t last for long as he suddenly pulled back, eyebrows furrowed.

“Why did you let me drink your blood?” He suddenly whispered; voice strained. I gulped, but my mouth felt dry as I realized I didn’t have a real reason other than a very dumb one.

“I—I was curious—” When Seonghwa’s eyes opened, I felt ashamed of myself, “I was curious of what it felt like.”

Despite expecting him to call me names, his jaw just clenched and his eyes flashed red again, “I should have known better. We made a mistake, Y/N, I—I can’t feed off of humans like before anymore. Their blood isn’t enough—the taste, it’s terrible.”

My eyes widened as I gaped at Seonghwa, trying to understand what this meant. But I really couldn’t, I didn’t know how morois worked, I didn’t know what would happen next or what he was supposed to do to fix the situation. Despite knowing better, the words tumbled out of my mouth before I could think more, much like last time, “Are you hungry?”

Seonghwa froze for a second before he nodded his head rigidly, jaw clenching as his eyes fell onto my neck, “Starved.”

My breath caught in my throat and our eyes connected as I chewed on my bottom lip, body flaming at the memory of what his bite felt like. My mind was suddenly silenced and all I could think about was the feeling of his fangs as they started sucking my blood, making me gasp. I couldn’t be already addicted to his venom; it would be too soon. But was it possible that Seonghwa would get addicted to my blood? I’ve never read about such thing before. As Seonghwa let out a long sigh I pushed my hair behind my shoulders, and bared my neck for him. He huffed, but his finger ran along my skin, his eyes seemingly mesmerized by the action.

“Seonghwa—” His name came out in a throaty breath and before we could think more, his mouth parted and his fangs poked through, head leaning closer and closer to my neck. My body tensed when his breath hit my skin and I leaned my head further back as he pressed a soft kiss against my skin, much like last time, teeth clamping down on my skin, fangs pushing deep inside my flesh. I yelped and my grip on the table tightened until my knuckles turned white as the pain lasted longer this time, Seonghwa took his time before he started sucking, before his venom spread through my bloodstream. His cold fangs felt very uncomfortable and I whined as my neck went numb, on the verge of asking him to stop, but then suddenly, I felt him sucking on my blood, a hand coming up to hold the side of my face. Seonghwa moaned loudly when my blood entered his system and I sighed as suddenly my head felt fuzzy and mind empty, jitters all over my body as goosebumps covered my skin. The warmth was back in my body, heath pooling in my stomach, as Seonghwa drank more, pushing his fangs even down deeper, making my mouth open in a silent mewl, feeling like his fangs touched a nerve as pleasure exploded in my body, vision blurred and eyelids heavy as my brain felt fogged up. If it weren’t for Seonghwa holding my head, it would’ve fallen back, and his grip tightened when suddenly my body softened, momentarily having lost feeling of all of my muscles, dark spots covering my vision. He was drinking too much, my body wouldn’t hold on for too long as I went numb against him, unable to speak or pull away. But Seonghwa knew what he was doing and suddenly stopped, fangs still in my muscle, breathing hard against my skin. My head started spinning even worse than before as the dark spots very slowly cleared, and I hissed as he pulled back, cold fangs disappearing from my skin as his eyes glowed a light red in the darkness as he shook my head lightly.

“I’m—here.” I muttered, gulping multiple times, letting out a shaky breath as my body regained feeling, muscles tensing all of a sudden, brain on high alert as it pushed away the euphoric feeling. The crash from the high was worse this time as I felt nausea pool in my stomach and I gagged, slapping a hand against my mouth.

“Are you alright?” Seonghwa asked alarmed and I took a deep breath, fighting the urge of throwing up. I probably needed water. I have drank too much alcohol. I nodded wordlessly as Seonghwa helped me off the table, but supported my weight, “Alright, I’ll take you back to your dorm.”

“I can go on my own.” I muttered as my head spun harshly, forcing me to take deep breaths.

“No, you can’t.” Seonghwa rolled his eyes and suddenly I was up in the air and then secured in his arms, held bridal style. My eyebrows furrowed as I threw him a glare, but Seonghwa ignored me as he went to open the door, “I can’t decide if you’re about to fain or throw up, you clearly can’t walk.”

“You took too much this time.” I whispered as he hurried down the hallway, his longs legs allowing him to take long strides.

“I stopped in time.” Seonghwa’s jaw was clenched as he briefly glanced down at me, but I just shook my head.

“You still took too much.”

“The marks will be gone by noon.” He changed the subject as he walked out onto the courtyard, the crisp air of the early morning was refreshing and I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath.

“You have to fix your problem, because this won’t happen ever again.” I hoped Seonghwa understood, he had to. He could kill me anytime by accident. Or I could get addicted and then my whole life would be ruined. Or someone could find out and we’d be fucked, me, especially.

“I know, it won’t happen again.” Seonghwa was serious for once and we shared eye contact briefly before my body suddenly felt too exhausted, tried to even keep my eyes open as whispers of how this was a huge mistake lulled me a to dreamless and restless sleep.

Dread filled me as a voice whispered in my head that this wouldn’t be the last time this happened.

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[weird-is-life]

Hi I was wondering if you could do a steve harrington x reader where he asks reader to move in and its sweet as well as give her a promise ring

Hii lovely, ty for the request! I haven't written for Steve in a while now, which is a crime really😭. Hope you like it, warnings: use of pet names, fluff, (0.6k)

Steve's been saving up money for his own place for a while now. But finally, he has enough to find a nice, cosy place to call home.

And surprisingly, he finds one pretty easily and signs the papers straight away with a big big smile.

He can imagine his future life in there already, there's just one thing missing, you. But he plans on making it your home too, well If you agree to move in with him.

So as you guys walk hand in hand from your date, he says," I want to show you something.." He says it exactly right in front of the apartment complex. He intentionally chose restaurant close to the apartment.

"Okay?" you say, a bit confused by it, but you follow him inside as he navigates the building with his hand holding yours.

You get even more baffled, when you stop on one of the last floors and he magically brings out a key and opens the door.

You hesitately step inside the apartment behind Steve. It's open and big, enough space for a couple. Your first thought is that you like it, it looks very cosy. Even if there's no furniture yet.

"What do you think?" Steve smiles at you, tho there's a small flicker of uncertainty on his face.

"Steve, what's this?" you ask shyly. Of course, you've thought of the obvious answer, but you don't want to assume anything and then have your hopes crushed.

"Well...," he starts as he smiles at you nervously, " you know, I've been saving money for a while now. A-and I finally saved up enough for a proper apartment. I looked for a good place and found this one and i knew it was the one, so I....I got it. "

"You got it?" your eyes go wide, "it's really yours?"

"It's mine," he grins proudly," but it could be ours. I'd like for you to call it home, too" he adds.

Steve retrieves something from his pocket, as he extends the hand towards you, you recognise what's on it. There's a key and a ring, hanging on the chain.

"I know, it can be a lot, but I'd love it if you moved in with me, honey" you slowly accept the chain, eyes even wider then before.

Steve notices your panic as you look at the ring and reassures you," I'm not proposing," he chuckles," even if I really want to marry you someday, sweetheart. It's just a promise ring for now."

You are relieved immediately, because you don't think neither you or Steve are ready for marriage yet, but you love the idea of the promise ring. And you love the idea of living with your Steve full time much much more.

You suddenly throw yourself at Steve, hugging him tightly with a giggle. It catches him off guard for a second, but when he processes it, he squeezes you tightly, face burying into your neck. " Stevie, I'd love to move in with you, t-this place is perfect."

Now it's Steve's turn to be relieved, he is so so happy, that you agreed. Because he doesn't think he would survive it if you didn't.

"Really? Oh my god, you are the best, sweetheart. I promise, I'll take care of the cleaning, I'll cook, I'll do everything." He lifts you up in his arms and spins you around happily. Steve's a giver, always, so you have no doubt, that you and him will split the household chores equally.

"I know, Stevie. I love this place and I love you," you say with a happy smile.

"I love you more, you have no idea," he responds, lovesick look on his face (that's basically his normal look around you). He gives you quick kiss or two and gives you a tour of the apartment.

"We need to go to the stores tomorrow.....-" you instantly start planning the decorations as you leave the apartment. And Steve just nods, he is more than happy to let you decorate it however you want. He needs only one thing there, you. Nothing else about it matters to him.

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[042502]

Kiss Without Lips // C. Sturniolo x Reader.

SYNOPSIS: Chris went out to party and finds you attractive, he brings out all his knowledge of being a gallant... WARNINGS: Consumption of alcoholic beverages, appropriate language, dirty talk, sex in public, fast fingers, male receptive oral sex, etc. NOTES: My first language is not English, so if you find any grammatical errors you already know why :) so please avoid making offensive comments about it and if this is too much for you, go away. MASTERLIST!!

This was the situation, Dalma wanted to party as usual, I found myself dragged to crazy parties with her.

But today I especially didn't feel like being forced to go to these crazy parties. Especially since they always had the same ending...

"Hello? I'm sorry, have you seen a girl with blonde hair and a low-cut black dress?" He asked the third person at random.

"Girl, there are a thousand girls dressed like that here." The boy who seemed drunk answered me.

I walk a little further and ask another unknown person again.

"Hello? I'm sorry, have you seen a girl with blonde hair and a low-cut black dress?"

"I can't hear you bitch." He screams in my face, I could feel moisture on my face, thanks to the saliva he spat on me when he screamed.

I clean myself frustrated and continue my search, I was finally exhausted then I received a text message from Dalma.

Every party she takes me to ends in her sudden disappearance and after searching for her everywhere, that silly message arrives reminding me that she is abandoning me, again.

"I'm not going." "I respond determinedly.

"Damn girl! It's going to be one of the best parties in fucking history, you don't know how many cute guys will be there.It is truly an opportunity we cannot waste.”

"That you won't be able to waste, I'm not into hooking up with strangers."

"You're boring." He snorted, throwing himself on my bed.

We remained silent until he finally opened his mouth again.

"Maybe Emmett is there." My eyes met hers.

And like magic here we are, both at the crazy party that I didn't want to be at.

"Okay, listen." He took her by the shoulders. "I'm sorry to be harsh, but if you're not with me when it's time to leave, I'll leave without you."Deep down I knew she would leave first without me.

"That seems fine to me." He smiles and pulling my arm we enter the famous party.

The parties we attended weren't bad, we always started well, we drank, met people and danced a lot. The bitch was when Dalma disappeared and I was stupidly looking for her everywhere.

This party was looking good.

"Hey, Emmett must be where the drinks are, do me a favor and bring me a glass of vodka."

He hits my shoulder and walks away, I walk in the direction where Dalma told me the drinks are.

Emmett was a guy I met frequently at these parties and I admit we hooked up, we weren't complete strangers, I've seen him at several parties and we've talked enough not to consider him a stranger.

Since then, whenever we see each other at parties we hang out together there.

Emmett was where Dalma mentions, but he wasn't alone, he was running his hands over the tits of a blonde-haired girl.

Suppressing a feeling of pain and moving forward to grab one of the glasses near where he was standing. I had no intention of him noticing my presence... Or maybe he did.

"Oh, how are you?" He smiles at me when he sees me. "I didn't think you'd come today..."

The creep still keeps his hands on her, it's so disgusting.

I didn't answer him anything, he just raised the glass with my drink and shook it slightly and then guided it to my lips. He smiled and I became serious instantly and then turned my back on him and walked away from him.

"You look hot today!" He yells at me behind my back and gives him the middle finger without turning around.

I spent the rest of the night sitting drinking alone, because of course, Dalma is who knows where.

"Are you waiting for the love of your life?"

I turn slightly towards the new presence next to me, it is a boy with messy hair, a wide smile in a white t-shirt.

"Because if so, I have already arrived." Shows his teeth.

He smiled forcedly, I look ahead again to become serious and ignore him.

"Difficult public..."

"Get lost."

"In your eyes of course." She looked at him in disbelief, he still has that stupid smile on his face. “Why so fucking bitter? Didn’t your boy come?”

"He's with someone else."

Why am I telling you this?

"Auch.” He puts his hand to his chest, simulating non-existent pain. "Don't worry, it usually happens."

"As if it will happen to you."

"Yes, everything happens... Even for guys as handsome as me, you're lucky that today I'm fulfilling favors." I didn't understand what he was referring to. "Who is the bastard?"

Am I seriously going to tell this idiot who Emmett is?

"It's that guy who's sticking his fucking tongue down the blonde's throat." He gestured vaguely with my drink in his hands.

The boy next to me nods, looking in the direction I mentioned, then looks at me.

"I like brown hair girls better." Being an idiot again. "Please blondes are 95% oxygenated, it's not real."

"Good point." I thought of Dalma.

"Do you plan to stay here and watch that idiot have a good time?"

"Maybe."

"Oh please, let's do something fun."

"I hear you?" He laughs and walks closer to me.

"I bet you what you want that I can kiss you without my lips." I frowned in confusion.

"How would you do that?"

"Let's bet."

"What?" I laughed in his face.

"You close your eyes."

I hesitate for a moment but I close my eyes slowly and in an instant I feel lips on mine, I open my eyes instantly.

"Oops I lost ." Whisper close to me, you fucking idiot...

I drop my drink and hold his face with both hands and kiss him deeper. His hands travel to my waist, but they waste no time there as they quickly move to my butt, grabbing it tightly.

My device vibrates in my pocket, we separate and I see that it was Dalma saying that she had once again left with some handsome boy that she would later tell me.

"Do you want to go somewhere else?" I asked him and he gives me another smile.

I don't know if it was because of Emmett's spite for being with another girl and the fact that Dalma abandoned me again, but I really wanted to fuck with this boy.

My back hit the brick wall, his mouth was fused with mine, I felt like his tongue had usurped my mouth, completely dominating the situation.

His hands did not stop mercilessly massaging my butt, while my hands only clung to his hair, messing it up even more.

"Someone can see us." He managed to say when his mouth released me and he began to kiss my neck.

"It's an empty hallway, what if they see us?" He murmurs against my skin.

"Shit…" I let out when he lowered my neckline, exposing one of my breasts to put it in his mouth and suck on it as if he were a little child.

"Imagine that bastard seeing you like that right now." His hand caresses my cheek.“It would be fucking crazy… to see you making out with a stranger in a dark corner of a party.”  I could feel his other hand make its way between my legs, pulling aside my underwear to touch me. “Feeling his fingers inside you, your dripping pussy.”

His fingers buried themselves inside me and did not hesitate to penetrate me decisively. Damn, I felt like two of his long, bony fingers entered and left my entrance without mercy, my lips opened in a gasp.

"Do you want to say something?" He runs his tongue over my bottom lip and my hips move against his hand asking for more. "Do you want to shout it?"

"Fuck…"

His fingers stop and my thighs grip his hand. He laughs with his nose and brings our mouths together again while unbuttoning his pants.

I had the intention of leaning over, but he grabbed my arm and turned me around, trapped between him and the brick wall.

"Sorry pretty girl, but I can't handle a blowjob right now." He caresses my entrance with his member.

Shit, he was hard, and without further ado he penetrated me, his hands held onto my waist, the movements were rhythmic and precise, as if he knew exactly how to move.

"Don't stop, please." I moaned regardless of whether they could hear me, although I doubted it because the music was loud enough.

One of his hands leaves my waist and catches my neck, this was enough for my legs to fail me and my walls to close, squeezing his member, I could feel even more at this, a heartbreaking scream comes out of my mouth.

"Fuck!"

I had reached the climax point, he still penetrates me with the same intensity, when I felt that the abandonment inside me was going to come.

"Give it to me."

I asked and I leaned over opening my mouth in front of him, he seemed to resist, but when my tongue made contact with his length he couldn't take it anymore and gave in to my mouth.

I suck for a moment and then I shake it with my tongue out waiting for him, his eyes close and immediately I receive his messy shots.

Never in my life have I had a situation as hot as this. I stand up after cleaning his intimacy with my tongue.

We both put on our clothes and walked back to the party, when Emmett and the girl saw us, to my surprise the girl was running towards me...

He passes by my presence and shouts.

"¡Christopher!" He looked behind me and I see her addressing the boy. "What were you doing? “Hey, you didn’t mention you were coming.” She seems to be flirting with him, because she ran her hands over his shoulders almost in a sensual way.

"I was fucking her." He points at me and I widen my eyes. “You know, I like girls with brown hair.” He smiles cheekily and the blonde pushes him to walk away from our presence.

On the other hand, Emmett looked at us from a distance with suspicion.

"Was it necessary... Christopher?"

He approaches me, pressing his body against me, I could feel how they were attaching themselves to my rear.

"I prefer Chris."

"Well Chris, was it necessary?"

"So much for telling you that I'm a magician."

"Wizard? Like that cheap lipless kiss trick? Scoundrel."

"So much for telling you that I have your thong in my hands." He extends his hand in front of me and opens it, revealing my underwear in his hand.

I let out a surprised moan and hit his arm and tried to snatch the garment from him, but he is faster than me and hides it in his pocket.

"You'll have to come get them..."

Saying this, he began to walk away from me, I bit my lip and ran to catch up with him. He turned around and when he saw me running towards him, he smiled, putting his arm over my shoulders, sticking me close to him, to continue walking together.

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[cherryxcadbury]

Mbappe loving the relationship his girlfriend has with his family. His mom loves her, his brother coming to her for girl advice, his niece and nephew always wanting come over by Aunty Y/N

this is so so so cuteee

y/n: your name 

"I've been dying to see them again." You spoke to your boyfriend, Kylian on your way to his parents house.

"All those two ever talk about is seeing Auntie Y/N." Kylian chuckled, referring to his niece and nephew. 

“Now that I think about it, I think they like you more than me.” Kylian pondered.

You chuckled, “Can you blame them? You’re not exactly the most likable person in the world.” 

“Cherie everyone loves me.” Kylian scoffed, turning onto his parents’ street.

You mused at his response. 

“God the paparazzi again. Keep your head down Cherie.” Kylian advised you, as you both became blinded by the camera flashes. 

“What are they doing all the way out here in Bondy.” You muttered.

“They found out where my parents house was at the beginning of January. Been here ever since.” Kylian explained.

The flashes continued to blind the both of you. Kylian rested a hand on your thigh as a meaning of comfort. 

“Ease off the gas pedal slowly Kiks. Their driveway’s coming up.” You directed him as you both managed to pull into the gated home unscathed.

“I feel like one of these days you’re going to eventually go blind.” You sighed.

“That would be a true tragedy. Wouldn’t be able to see your beautiful face anymore.” Kylian winked at you, to which you just rolled your eyes despite a blush forming on your cheeks. 

Before you could respond, noise outside the car caught both of your attention. At the doorstep was Kylian’s mother, waiting with her grandkids, Kylian’s older brother’s children. 

The two were frantically jumping up and down, awaiting your arrival. 

You turned to share a knowing look with Kylian but he was already outside opening your door for you. 

“You go greet them while I get the bags from the back.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You smiled gratefully, walking to the door where the two little ones ran into your arms, covering you in hugs and kisses.

“Auntie Y/N! Bonjour!” They squealed.

The two of them were only fluent in French, but were rapidly learning English as they started school. You yourself didn’t speak French but you knew enough to communicate with them. 

“Bonjour [insert French word for children]! Are you being good for Mama and Papa?” You asked them, bright smiles on their faces.

They enthusiastically nodded, “Oui Oui! Of course!” 

“So you do love Auntie Y/N more than me!” Kylian feigned hurt. 

“You two best go show Uncle Kiks some love else he’ll start crying.” You whispered to them, to which they quickly complied, running to his arms.

“Y/N!” Kylian’s mom welcomed you with a warm hug.

She also did not speak much English and you didn’t speak French but you always found someway to communicate. 

“Comment allez-vous?” You asked, hoping your accent wasn’t too horrible.

You saw her eyes gleam with pride.

“Speaking French just for me! How sweet!” She exclaimed.

“Now come, come! They all want to see you!” His mom beckoned you into the house.

“Uh Mama!” Kylian complained, trying to make his mom remember he too was there.

His mom rolled her eyes muttering something sarcastically in French before hugging and kissing him on the cheeks. He was a huge Mama’s boy. They always jokingly fought with each other. 

You all went to the sitting room where the two little ones had magically teleported from Kylian’s arms back to their parents laps. 

Kylian’s father was the first to stand. He hugged Kylian first, who was physically closer to him before coming over to you.

“Y/N, cherie! Come over here!” He beamed with delight.

You and Wilfried Mbappe got along splendidly. He spoke a bit more English than the rest of his family and was someone you enjoyed talking with. You both loved facing each other in a game of cards and discussing your latest reads with each other. You’d even managed to get him to read cheesy rom coms, your guilty pleasures.

“Did you read the latest book I sent you?” He questioned, hugging you.

You nodded, “I did! It was a very quick read.”

“And?”

“It was really good! The historical setting was enthralling. But you and I both know you preferred reading The Cheat Sheet.” You replied knowingly, resulting in a laugh from Wilfried.

“Okay okay enough! I want, no need to talk to Y/N now!” Ethan plowed his dad out of the way. 

Ethan smiled at you cheekily before bring you to the kitchen.

“Someone seems excited.” You mused at Kylian’s younger brother.

He was only a few years younger than you, so you got on quite well.

“Do you remember the girl I was telling you about?” 

You furrowed your brows in remembrance. Of course you remembered. Ethan would not stop talking about her.

“Celine?” 

“Oui, oui. Her!” Ethan exclaimed, sharing the same bright smile Kylian did. 

“Her family supports Marseille.” He grimaced. 

“Yuck. That makes a messy Le Classique.” You responded. 

“Exactly! And we’re playing Marseille’s youth team next week and she’s going to be there because her brother plays for them. So what do I do on the pitch?” 

“Ethan, you do know not everything can be settled with football right?” You glanced at him with amusement.

“But if it had to be…” He tried to steer you in the direction he was headed in.

You rolled your eyes, “The maybe score and dedicate the goal to her. Or look at her during a celebration.” 

Ethan stroked his non existent beard. 

“That’s good! I like it! Maybe I’ll do one of Kylian’s celebrations. Because she’s in love with Kylian! Honestly I think she might even be into him.” Ethan rambled.

You laughed at his lovestruck expression, “How old is she again?” 

“19.” Ethan responded simply.

Your eyes bulged out. She was somewhat similar in age to you. Not at all suitable for 16 year old Ethan. 

You playfully nudged him.

“Do not try and get with her.” You warned.

“Why?” 

“Dummy! She’s 19 and you’re 16! So gross on so many levels. Also illegal. Also, not many 19 year olds are into 16 year olds. And if they are, they need to get their heads checked.” You explained.

“You have a point. She seemed kind of bossy anyways, not how I roll. Pretend this never happened!” Ethan exclaimed. 

“I promise.” You smiled, pinky swearing with him.

“Do you wanna know a secret?” He asked. 

“Always!” 

“I heard Mama and Kylian talking earlier. She was giving him a family ring she’d saved when she thought he’d found the one.” He whispered before running off. 

What? There was no way. 

You walked back into the sitting room only to see Kylian bent down on one knee, rose petals scattered everywhere, with a book bouquet behind him. 

It didn’t take you more than a second to say yes and find yourself wrapped in his arms. 

Kylian had always known that when he believed he’d found the one, his family would adore her too, unconditionally. And for him, you were exactly that. 

For Kylian, you were the sun, the moon, the stars, and the sky. You were his whole world. He couldn’t imagine living life without you. And luckily for him, you felt the exact same way. 

I will put this gif on every single post because I cannot with this man 🤩

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[waderwrites57]

Surprise - Adam Fantilli

We're Having a Baby

warnings : 18+, teen pregnancy, cursing, smut

Adam was the most supportive boy you had ever met even in his busiest or stressful times. But what would he think about this, what would he say, how would he react? These thoughts raced through your head as you sat in Adam and your ensuite bathroom. Looking between the tests in your hand and the symptoms you had jotted down in your notes app, you knew this wasn’t a false positive. 

3 weeks earlier

Feeling Adam wrap his arms around you after winning the Hobey Baker Award, you feel more in love. Adam had always said he would be with you no matter where his life took him or what it took to be with you. These past few months really proved that, and seeing his emotions come out as he looked through the crowd giving his speech, you knew you wouldn’t want it any other way. 

The night was magical, surrounded by all of your friends that had become family. You hadn’t left Adam’s side and he hadn’t left yours. As the night slowed and people began to disperse, Adam and you were left outside with only your closest of friends around a fire. Sitting on Adam’s lap he rubbed his hand up and down your thigh as you leaned your head closer and closer into his neck. Picking your head up you whispered into his ear “can’t we go inside yet, y’know celebrate your big day?” As he blushed from your words he moved his hands to your waist signaling for you to stand up. Rising from your seat you both said your goodnights and walked inside.

As Adam shut your bedroom door behind him, he looked you up and down. Rolling his eyes as you walked to his dresser to get a big t-shirt he spoke, “God, y/n, I just want to get that dress off of you already.” Walking back to him, you slowly pull one of the straps down over your shoulders whispering to him, “I've been waiting to get all of this off of you all day.” Pulling you in at the hips Adam pushed his lips into yours, placing his hands on your ass. As the kiss became more heated, you wrapped your arms around his neck. Pulling away you lifted his shirt off over his head, throwing it behind you. Sighing, he picked you up at your ass and walked you to your bed. Throwing you back, he climbed on top of you, pulling your dress down. 

Undoing his belt, you kissed his lips faster and faster, urging the night to continue. As you pulled his pants off, he unclasped your bra, taking one of your breasts into his hands. You pulled him down closer into you, begging him for more. As he pulled your panties down, you pulled his boxers, off fully feeling his hardness. Moans and uncontrollable breaths left both of your lips as he slipped into you effortlessly. Running his hands up and down your sides, he found a comfortable position on your hips. Pulling at the hairs at the nape of his neck, you moaned breathlessly, “Adam, please, please don’t stop.” Your begging pushed him closer to his high. Letting out breathless words, he reminded you, “Only for you, y/n.” With that, he thrusted into you harder and your hands moved to grip the sheets. Approaching your high, you looked up to Adam; “ba- bbbe, oh my, oh my God, I’m gonna cum, Aadaam please.” Dropping closer into you, Adam hit his high at the same time, “Oh my God, y/n, you’re fucking amazing.”

Pulling out of you, he rolled over and pulled you into him. Breathing him in, you reminded him how much you loved him; “Ads, you're my most favorite wolverine. You make me so proud watching you live your dream.” Planting a kiss to your forehead, he spoke gently, “You’re my dream, and one day, I'll make you my wife.”

Current Day

After remembering that day, you knew what happened. Adam couldn’t wait to get you out of your dress and you couldn’t wait to get Adam out of his–well–everything. You both were so ready to feel each other that you couldn’t wait to use protection. That wasn’t the first time that had happened, but it was the first time Adam hadn’t pulled out in time. You both wanted a family with each other, but, right now with Adam’s career just taking off? 

Pulling yourself together, you walked out into the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water. Sitting down on the couch, you mindlessly scrolled through your phone, waiting for Adam to get home. He had gone out with a few of the guys, but that was almost 3 hours ago. As your nerves took over, you sent Adam a text:

to - adam🤍🏒 hey babe when are you gonna be back i need to talk to you to - y/n😍 hey lovie girl everything ok? be back in like 10 to - adam🤍🏒 ehh its ok just need to talk to - y/n😍 ok?? literally around the corner

Hearing the door close, you look up from your phone to see Adam. Your nerves immediately take over, and you jump from your spot on the couch and rush towards Adam. Before he could get a word out or even take his shoes off, you began crying. Without hesitation, Adam pulled you into his arms, questioning, “Lovie, hey hey, look baby what's wrong?” Pushing yourself closer into his chest, you let out a sob, “Adam…I–” you weren’t able to get out the sentence as your tears flowed. Adam ran his hands through your hair as he stood, holding you helplessly. Moving his hands from your hair to your face, he pulled you to look at him, “Come here, lay on the couch with me; you’re okay, it's okay, I’m right here, baby.” 

As you settled on the couch, laying on Adam’s chest, your breathing evened out, and your tears became more controllable. Cupping your cheek, he moved his thumb to wipe away the few tears still falling. Turning your head, you looked up at Adam, giving him a light smile. Returning the smile, he questioned, “y/n what happened? What was all that? Are you sure everything is okay?” Sitting up next to him, you looked away, towards your room. “Adam, I don’t know.” Looking back at him, he sat up with a questioning look. Looking him in the eye, you began to tear up again, “Adam, remember the night you won the Hobey Baker?” Furrowing his eyebrows, he nodded his head, “Of course I remember that night. How could I even begin to forget?” Yous hook your head, “No, Ads, like that night. When we had sex.” He nodded again, “y/n I remember it all; I would not forget that.”

Sniffling, you blinked back tears. You grabbed his hands and stepped off the couch. Without question, he followed you back towards your bedroom. Walking into your bedroom, you dropped Adam’s hand and turned to look at him, finally letting your tears fall again. As you walked  back into the bathroom, Adam stood in his place, waiting for you to come back. As you came back, he reached for you, worried, but you pulled away. Wiping off tears, you began, “Adam, I love you more than anything in this world, and I don’t ever want to be without you.” Stopping you, Adam spoke, “y/n I love you, too, baby, and I promise you’re never going to be without me.” As he reached his hand out for yours, you spoke again, “Adam, please let me finish.” Nodding his head, you went on, “that night, we didn’t use protection and you - you didn’t pull out.” Taking the test out of your pocket, you handed them to him, “Adam, I’m pregnant, and I don’t know what to do. Your career is just about to start, and we’re only 19; there’s no way we can do this.” Tears began to fall faster from your eyes, and Adam’s eyes began to water. “Adam, I love you, and I don’t want to lose you, but we are so young, and you have your entire career ahead of you, and I…” You let out a sob, and Adam pulled you into a hug. Keeping you close to his chest, Adam spoke, “y/n I could never not love you, and I would put the entire world on hold for you. And, hey, who cares if we are young? It’s our life, not their’s.” 

Looking up into his eyes, you smiled softly, “Adam, you’re my person, there’s no one else.” Placing a soft kiss to your forehead, Adam pulled you in closer, “How the hell am I going to be a dad? How are we going to tell the world, my brother, fuck my parents?” Pulling away to look at him, you laugh, “Babe how the fuck am I supposed to know? We’ll be good, though, because we have each other.” 

#university of michigan #michigan wolverines #adam fantilli #adam fantilli x reader #umich wolverines #umich hockey #umich smut #umich blurbs #umich boys

[iamsherlocked1479]

Kinktober: Day Two, Tittfucking

Doctor Stephen Strange x fem Reader

Okay we're onto day two! its not piticually long because with these fics i've gone really for quality of fic than quantity so hope you enjoy :)

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Another pointless day was coming to an end in the sanctum, you had things to do, it's not like you were held against your will. It's just that without him everything just seemed pointless, the him in question was Doctor Stephen Strange, master of the mystic arts. You had somehow managed to chip away at what people assumed was the heartless self loving man. When in reality Stephen was one of the most caring people you knew. But the main thing you loved about him was the way he treated your body, to say he worshipped it was an understatement. Which is what made the long periods of time he was away on mission so difficult.

Which is why as soon as you heard the sounds of his boots echoing through the halls as he stepped from his portal, you practically threw yourself down the stairs and into his arms. He stumbled backwards slightly as he littered your face with kisses. He wasted no time in creating a portal into your bedroom.

“Shit” he mumbled through his kisses as he kicked off his clothes “Been thinking about you the whole time I was away.” he trailed his mouth down to the crook of your neck where he left marks and more kisses flicking one hand to instantly remove your clothes. His hand trailed to your soaking core.

“Wait, you paused

“What's wrong?” he asked, you’ve never refused his touch

You’ve been away so long, i thought i’d take a look through the red list.” he smiled at your words,

When you first began dating, you and Stephen wrote down a list of sexual fantasies you had always wanted to do and vowed to complete them only with each other. And so you found yourself scanning through it, finding something to treat him with when he came home, and your eyes had lit up at your selection. Tit-fucking, stephen loved your boobs so this wasn’t really a supprie, but you knew it would benefit you, your tits had always been sensitive to touch.

“I’m not going to say no to that, what do you have in mind?” he smirked eagerly as you lowered to your knees and pulled down his pants the rest of the way.

“You’ll see.” you smiled 

“What do you- shit” he hissed as you licked a striped up his veiny cock before placing the tip of him in your mouth you pulled it out with a pop smile at the way his whole body clenched. You pumped him in your hands as you spoke

“I know how much you like my tits.”

“Yeah” he sighed and bit his lip at the sensation of your hands running up and down him

“Why don’t you fuck them for me?” you looked up at him with your puppy dog eyes and he just couldn't refuse. He helped you kneel in a comfortable position that allowed you to squeeze your tits around his thick cock, they just about got around it. You began moving your tits up and down his length, moaning as the sensation sent tingles right down to your core, your nipples hardened and his cock twitched.

“Fuck thats it good girl show me how good it feels to have you tits around my cock, god feels good to me.” he grabbed onto your shoulders for support. You hummed in agreement and picked up the pace a little, you could tell he was already close.

“Shit, yes just like that baby, his grip tightened and he began to instinctively thrust his hips up as he grew closer. His cock was now painfully hard as you held your toits together as he fucked into them.

“You gonna cover them in your cum? Can you do that for me?” you asked as you watched the sweat begin to bead at his brow

“Fuck yes wanna cover them, wanna make them mine shit” he groaned and with one last thrust he came spewing thick ropes onto your chest, he thrusted frantically for a while releasing his load. “Haven’t cum since i left, was-shit- was saving it all for you. He panted as you stood up in front of him and kissed him passionately. He used his magic to summon a cloth to wipe your chest clean. He took your hand and led you to his bed. “And now it’s your turn.” he pushed you onto the bed with a giggle.

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[susitseart]

Yearning. Back to the childhood.

To the years when this time brought magic to our hearts.

Another year has passed, and we return to this moment. To this time which should be the most magical time of the year.

Should be. Because we found this special happiness sometime long ago.

We get to know this certain magic. This certain excitement and warmth. This certain joy that only this time of year was capable to bring us.

We knew this magic. At a time when the snow fell on us more beautiful and whiter than ever.

When we still looked at the world through children eyes.

Yes, should be. And that's why this special time of year may awake in us a lot of wishes. Expectations. About what we should feel. About what we want to feel. Because this special time of the year must feel like something. Without it it's not special nor magical. Just another gray day among all the other gray days.

Therefore, we may try to prepare ourselves for this special time. Perhaps by making it similar to what it once was a long time ago. Perhaps by just making it as happy as we can. But still dreaming and searching for that specific magic. Searching. Because we realize that at some point we lost that magic we once found.

We dream. We search.

Desiring to feel that magic once more as only a child can.

But dreaming and searching are not always able to refute the truth or reality. The fact that we have come a long way from those years of carelessness and lightness. The fact that the present is so very, very gray. Filled with worries, sorrows and burdens.

It stings. It hurts. When we understand the truth.

That in the end, we only have this painful present. This moment.

When past comes back no more.

It doesn't mean that we who have lost our childlike joy will never be happy. No. We just have to keep searching and look for something else.

Look for our own magic. Which would make the world even in this special time, even for a moment, a little bit happier place.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Do you also miss that magical joy of childhood?

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I miss it. At least once in a while. Anytime of the year when I feel like I can't be an adult in the right way. Not as happy as I imagined I would be after I've grown up.

But especially at Holidays, these feelings are accentuated. Because this time of year used to be the most magical of all. A time when the joy of childhood was perhaps at its greatest.

I'm not saying that everyone's childhood was the happiest. It wasn't for me either. But the joy and wonder at everything during that the time of childhood is something that was already like magic in itself.

But at some point it disappeared. When the pains and responsibilities of growing up took their place. Sorrows, from the wrong side of childhood or as if out of nowhere. And then, and because of that, there was no time to rejoice, so to speak, for nothing. When we learned to see in our sadness everything in the world why we have no any reason to rejoice.

That's why the joy of childhood can be hard to achieve. That's why we shouldn't be so disappointed when we notice that the joy of childhood is already far behind us. Because we are not alone in this feeling.

Many others are also alone with their adulthood. Without the ability to find happiness in the midst of sorrows.

That's why we could perhaps remember our childhood with warmth, without expectations that everything should be the way it was before.

Therefore, we could try to accept, especially this particular time, as just one period among others. Not in the same magical way as before. But at a time when we might get something good. Maybe our meal will be tastier for a moment. Maybe everything will be more beautiful for a moment. Maybe we get to spend some time with our loved ones.

Maybe we'll have everything just fine for a moment. As fine as we can have.

It's okay that we can't be happier than we are. It's enough that we try to get out of this time, and all other days, the moments of happiness that we only get. Even about small things. Because that's enough.

Because happy moments are not taken for granted. That's why we have to embrace every moment of happiness we get.

Happy and peaceful Holidays to everyone 🐺🌲❤️ I hope you have been well.

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[minty-mumbles]

LU Mermaid AU

I don't think I'll be finishing this, bc I'm not exactly sure where to take it. But I like the bit I've written so far, so here you guys go :) No idea if any of this makes sense, but whatever!

~~~

Wind wasn’t crying.

For one thing, Mers couldn’t cry. What was the point of leaking water from your eyes when you were already underwater? Wind thought Hylians were very strange for leaking water, even if they did live above the surface. They just wasted water when they did that. With the dry environment they lived in, it didn’t make sense to go about spilling water from their eyes whenever they were upset. But Hylians could be a little stupid sometimes. 

So no, Wind wasn’t crying. But he was releasing the semi-involuntary chirps and trills that accounted for the same thing, to Mers. It was meant to signal to his pod that he was in distress and needed comfort or help.

Wind was a big boy, though. He should be able to control his calls. It was especially necessary for him to learn how to do so. His pod was so small, and consisted of only pups and juveniles. They absolutely could not afford to attract predators. No matter how upset you were, nothing was more important than keeping yourself hidden.

Wind’s pod couldn’t afford to fight. They’d learned that a long time ago, and Wild had paid dearly for it. It was only by the grace of Hyrule’s healing magic that he’d survived, and even then he hadn’t come out of that encounter in one piece. 

So Wind knew how to be silent, even if he was upset. He knew how to muffle his chirps as well as any adult could. At least Wind had thought he could, but here he was, chirping desperately for his pod.

Wind wanted them, where were they? They wouldn’t leave him alone, would they? They said they would stick together for as long as they could. 

Wild and Hyrule’s species were usually solitary, but they had promised Wind that no matter how much they each wandered, they would always return. And usually, they made sure one of them stayed with him while the other went hunting to blow off steam.

Their species might typically be solitary, but Wind’s wasn’t, and he was only just shedding his pup fat. His scales along his ribs and the end of his tail were taking on the brighter colors of a juvenile of his species, but the rest of him was still firmly the dull orangey-brown of a pup. He was still too young to truly be alone. 

When Wild and Hyrule had found him, Wind had thought the universe had been kind to him. He’d thought he had found a replacement pod for the one he’s lost. But it’d been four days since Hyrule had last wandered off, and then Wild had gone hunting, but that was two days ago! 

Wind was hungry, but he didn’t want to leave to try and find something to eat, because what if his pod came back when he was gone and they couldn’t find him?

It would be better to stay in the little cave they’d been staying in. Wind was hungry, and it was getting colder at night, especially without anyone to cuddle with, but he had to stay. Wild had told him to stay, so he would stay. 

So he curled up on the cold floor, his tail coming up to drape over his neck protectively. Normally it would be one of his brother’s tails draped over him to keep away the chill, or an arm slung across his vulnerable neck. But they weren’t there, so he had to do it himself. He did his best to ignore the chirps and calls that escaped his mouth. There was no one to answer him anyways.

~~~

A familiar screech woke Wind the next day. Wind discovered he’d slept in late. The sun that filtered through the shallow water shone brightly into the cave entrance, and the water had warmed slightly while he slept. It only took a few moments for him to shake off the haze of sleep.

That was Wild’s call, and from the sound of it, he was fighting something. 

Wind was at the entrance of the cave in a flash. The relief he felt at hearing his podmate’s return was quickly squashed by the sight outside the cave. 

A good distance away, Wild was facing off against four other Mer. A spear of dread shot through Wind for a moment. Relief hit him when he released Wild wasn’t actually fighting them, at least not yet. Wild was a good fighter, but there was no way he could win against four Mers at once. 

Wild had stopped a good distance away from the cave entrance, evidently not wanting to lead the strangers directly to Wind. He faced off against them, but WInd could see it was hopeless.

One of the strange Mers looked like a pup at first glance, but his colorful scales revealed him to at least be a juvenile, despite his small size. A second Mer with a royal blue tail with orange markings hovered hear the back of the group, observing the going-ons on with a critical air.

The two that drew the most attention were the two that were closest to Wild. They were both large, especially compared to Wild. One of them practically towered over Wind’s podmate. He looked especially fierce, with scars criss-crossing his white scales. One long scar covered his eye, bisecting the red and blue marking he had on his face. 

Wind knew, logically, that Mers didn’t stop growing when they reached adulthood, but to see a Mer this large was still startling. He must be positively ancient. 

The fourth Mer had a seal’s pelt tied around his shoulders. He wasn’t nearly as large as the white one, but even from Wind’s distant view, he could tell the Mer was rippling with muscles under a healthy layer of fat. In fact, all four of these Mers looked incredibly well-fed. They looked better than any of Wind’s pod, who were all a bit too scrawny to be healthy. 

Wind could see Wild pressing himself down to the sea floor. His mouth was open in a silent hiss, fear stealing his voice from him for a split second. His silence only lasted a moment, before the Mer with the pelt made an aborted movement towards him.

His movement seemed to give Wild a bit of courage. The siren flung himself up, all his fins flaring out. 

Even with half his dorsal fin being a mess of scar tissue, Wild’s threat display was truly impressive. He still wasn’t fully grown, and his colors hadn’t come in all the way, but he was still a sight to behold. Wild’s bioluminescence didn’t add much to the display in the middle of the day like this, but Wind knew from experience that at night or in deeper waters, the eerie blue glow could make some fully grown Mer back off. 

These Mer remained mostly undeterred though. 

The large white Mer seemed utterly unphased. He flicked his tail, sending himself effortlessly through the water, closer to the Wild. Wild snapped his jaw threateningly, which finally caused the Mer to stop moving forward.

But he was much too close to Wild for Wind’s taste. Wind couldn’t stop the chirps from rising in his throat. 

Here, here! I’m here, I’m scared, I want you here!

The attention of all four of the Mer snapped towards Wind at the sound of his chirps. Wild screeched in anger at that, but no matter how he flared his fins, he wasn’t able to grab their attention away from Wind.

The small one with the colorful scales huffed when he saw Wind peeking out of the cave. “Exactly how many pups are we going to find swimming around in our territory?”

The royal blue Mer seemed to agree. There was a hint of amusement in his voice when he spoke. “It seems we have an infestation.” He agreed

The one with the seal skin around his shoulder was frowning at Wind. It would be rather intimidating, especially with the crooked fangs poking out of his upper lip, but Wind got the feeling that the Mer wasn’t frowning at him. 

“Is that a pup? He doesn’t look like he’s yours.” The question was directed at Wild.

“He is mine! Don’t you dare touch him!” Wild’s voice had risen to a fever pitch of stress and anger. Wind flattened his ear fins to his head at the sound. “You already took Hyrule from us. Go away! Go away, we don’t have anything for you!” Wind felt an icy chill shoot through him. These Mers took Hyrule? What did that mean? Was Hyrule… dead? 

Wind didn’t want to think of that possibility.

~~~

Wind is about 10, Hyrule is ~13, Wild is ~14/15, btw

This is all really just a big misunderstanding. The others are just concerned and confused at what three pups are doing alone in the middle of their territory. Meanwhile Wild/Wind/Hyrule are having the most stressful day of their lives, which is an achievement considering their lives have generally not been good.

Hyrule went exploring and ran into Legend, who tried to convince him to come back to the pod's camp willing, but Hyrule took it to mean that he didn't have a choice. Now Wild and Hyrule are under the impression that Hyrule has been kidnapped for his healing magic, which is a bit of a rarity.

Meanwhile, the others are just like... "Oh god oh fuck why are there suddenly children in our territory. We are not equipped for this."

The trio end up getting adopted into the pod in the end, obviously.

#yeah they end up getting adopted lol what did you expect #mint's fanfiction #linked universe #lu fanfiction #lu wind #lu wild #lu time #lu four #lu twilight #lu warriors

[daisyblog]

Back To You

When We Were Young Masterlist Summary: YN and Louis admit they want each other back.

Since their reconciliation a few months ago, Louis and YN had become practically attached to the hip. When they weren't together, grabbing a cuppa at the coffee shop or walking the streets of London together, they were texting, calling, or facetiming each other.

YN wasn't sure if this was just them being friends or if it would turn into something more, but she was happy again. It was easier to get up in the morning, she found herself smiling a lot more and she would find herself checking to see if that one name would appear when she checked her phone. Who are you, a teenage girl? She thought to herself but still continued with the behaviour.

She was currently at his home, sitting opposite him and she blushed as she caught herself admiring him from afar. Something she had found herself doing a lot of lately, she'd noticed how he changed from that teenage boy she met years ago, to a man with stubble, but was still that funny, witty and beautiful boy she fell in love with.

YN had been thinking about it for a while, she'd even written a song about it, but it never seemed like the right time. She wanted to give her and Louis another try, but the fear of rejection scared her so she pushed the idea to the back of her mind.

Louis coughed into his hand, breaking her from her thoughts "I..uh..I've written a song"

"Can I hear it or-"

Louis nodded, but he was nervous, YN could tell by the way his body and shoulders were stiff.

I know my friends they give me bad advice Like move on, get you out my mind But don't you think I haven't even tried? You got me cornered and my hands are tied

You got me so addicted to the drama I tell myself I'm done with wicked games But then I get so numb with all the laughter That I forget about the pain

Whoa, you stress me out, you kill me You drag me down, you fuck me up We're on the ground, we're screaming I don't know how to make it stop I love it, I hate it, and I can't take it But I keep on coming back to you 

YN didn't want to make an assumption that he was referring to her in the song but was this him saying he felt the same as her. When did this become so complicated?

"Uh..I..um" YN was taken back slightly, not expecting the lyrics to be so open and direct "That was amazing Lou..I really think you've got something there..I think it could even be made into a pop beat..if you-"

Louis chuckling interrupted her rambling "You've always rambled when you're nervous"

"It's funny how you still know me so well"

Louis hesitated slightly, not wanting to move too fast but he'd waited two years for this moment and he wasn't going to waste it "I want you back"

Louis didn't know what he expected her to do at his words, but roar with laughter was not it "W-why are you fookin' laughing..I'm being serious darlin'"

"You're not the only one who's written a song" YN began to explain "It's like you already knew the title of it"

"You can't tease me like..c'mon show me your magic" Louis moved closer to her side.

Why do I only remember the good? I tell myself we were just misunderstood When you never did a thing you know you should If I could just kiss you, I know that I would

I'll say it Yeah, I want you, I want you, I want you back Like, baby How can you be the worst and the best l've had? I need it I could tell you a lie, so I don't seem sad But it drives me mad 'Cause I want you, I want you, I want you back

YN didn't have a chance to sing any more of the song before fingers on the back of her neck pulled her forward and her lips met Louis's, his stubble tickling her lip. Two years of missing his touch, two years of wanting his love, two years and she was home.

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