#this does not sound like a problem but we also owned chairs before | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

Visit Blog

Explore Tumblr blogs with no restrictions, modern design and the best experience.

Fun Fact

In 2020, Tumblr had 29.4 million users in the US.

#this does not sound like a problem but we also owned chairs before

joelmillerisapunk · 2 months

Note

Bfd/dbf catches u showering and/or masterbating please 🤲

you got me thinkin' nonsense

Dbf!Joel Miller x F!reader

Masterlist

Wordcount: 2,478

Summary: Joel's asked to watch you and your parents' house while they're away, and boy, does he take watching you seriously.

Warnings: 18+, f!oral receiving, unprotected p in v, reader has pullable hair, implied age gap (make it your own) use of darlin, sweetheart, baby, a bit of Joel convincing you.

Notes: my first request! Thank you, thank you, sweet nonnie 🥰 I hope you enjoy. I love a good dbf catching you doing anything. Also about to hit a milestone with followers and I'm hoping to do a lil fun thing for it 🥰 thank you to everyone for being so amazing and kind and lovely and welcoming. My short time here has been so so warm 💚 tysm @saradika-graphics for the dividers

It had been a long day for Joel Miller. He just finished a grueling shift at the fire station and was looking forward to some much-needed rest and relaxation. But his plans were quickly dashed when he received a call from his best buddy, your dad.

"Hey, Joel. I hate to ask, but I need a favor," Al says, his voice sounds strained.

Joel sits up in his chair, immediately alert. "What's goin’ on?"

"Jen and I are taking a trip to the Bahamas for a week, and we were wondering if you could check up on the house and our daughter while we're gone.”

Joel sighs, running a hand through his greying hair. "Sure. But you know she’s not a little girl anymore, right? She's a grown woman now."

Your dad chuckles. "I know, I know. But she's still my little girl, and I just want to make sure she's okay while we're gone."

Joel smiles, feeling a surge of affection for his friend. "No problem. I'll keep an eye on her."

A week later Joel finds himself standing outside of his best friend Al's house, the keys jingling in his hand. He takes a deep breath and inserts the key into the lock, turning it until he hears the satisfying click of the door opening. Joel walks into the house, taking in the familiar sights and smells. He feels a pang of nostalgia as he looks around the living room, remembering all the times he and Al hung out here, watching football and drinking beer.

But there's no sight of you. so he makes his way down the hall, peeking into each room until he comes to your door.

But you're not in your room.

He frowns, wondering where you are. It's not like you to wander off without telling anyone. Even as a grown adult, you still always made sure someone knew your whereabouts. He checks his phone, but there are no messages or missed calls. As he turns back to the hall, he hears the faint sound of a voice coming from what sounds like the bathroom. So he decides to check just in case.

As he approaches, he hears the sound of water running and the faint sound of moaning. He pauses, his heart racing as he realises what's happening behind the closed door. He knows he shouldn't, but he can't help it. Without thinking, he reaches out and turns the doorknob, pushing the door open just a crack. He can see you through the foggy glass, your naked body glistening with water.

His eyes widen as he takes in the sight before him. You're standing under the pulsing stream of water, your hand between your legs as you bring yourself to climax. He knows he shouldn't be watching this, but he can't bring himself to look away. He feels a surge of desire course through his veins as he watches you pleasure yourself.

You tilt your head back, letting the water run down your neck and body, and he can't help but stare. His eyes are drawn to the way your hips move as you touch yourself. The way you're grasping the walls to get some leverage. He feels his own body responding, his cock growing painfully hard in his pants.

He reaches down and unzips his jeans, pulling out his thick, ready erection, filling his hand. He starts to stroke himself, his eyes never leaving your body. He can feel his balls tighten as he watches you get closer and closer to your own orgasm.

But just as you're about to come, your eyes widen in shock as you catch sight of Joel standing in the doorway, his jeans unzipped and his thick, hard cock in his hand. You gasp, your body freezing in surprise as you realize that he's been watching you.

"Joel, what the fuck are you doing here?" you demand, trying to cover yourself with your hands.

But Joel doesn't seem to hear you. His eyes are fixed on your body, his hand moving a little faster as he strokes himself.

"Don't stop on my account, sweetheart," he says, his voice low and husky. "You look so fuckin' hot, touchin' yourself like that."

You feel a surge of anger and embarrassment, but there's something else there too – something that makes your heart race and your body tingle. You've always had a bit of a crush on Joel, and now here he is, watching you pleasure yourself.

"Fuck you," you say, trying to sound angry. But your voice comes out breathless and shaky, betraying your arousal.

Joel chuckles, stepping into the bathroom and closing the door behind him. "Oh, I fully intend to fuck you, sweetheart," he says, his eyes blazing with desire. Joel advances towards you, his cock still in his hand. You back away, your heart pounding in your chest. You know you should be angry, but all you can feel is a deep, primal desire.

"Joel, this is wrong," you say, but your voice is weak and uncertain.

Joel reaches out and strokes your cheek, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "Sometimes, wrong can feel so right," he murmurs.

But you don't budge.

Joel's eyes soften as he looks at you. "Hey, hey," he says softly. "I'm not here to cause any trouble. Your dad asked me to check up on you while they're gone, that's all. I didn't mean to intrude." He pauses for a moment, then continues. "But I can't deny what I saw just now. You looked so beautiful, so alive. I'm not saying this is how things have to be, but I want you to know that I'm here for you, in whatever way you need me."

You can feel your heart racing as you look at Joel, your body trembling with a mixture of embarrassment, anger, and desire. You know that what he's suggesting is wrong, that it could ruin your relationship with your dad. But there's something about the way he's looking at you, that makes you want to throw caution to the wind.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. "Joel, I don't w -”

He takes a step back before you finish, putting his hands up like you're playing cops and robbers. You can see the disappointment in his eyes as he puts himself back into his jeans and turns to leave. But just as he reaches for the doorknob, you hear yourself say something unexpected.

"Wait," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "I - I do want this, Joel, please. I just, I really don't know -"

Joel's expression darkens as he turns back around and walks up to you. He reaches out to grab a handful of your hair, pulling your head back so that you're looking up at him. "You don't have to know, sweetheart," he growls. "You just have to feel." He leans down to kiss you, his lips crushing against yours as his tongue demands entry into your mouth. You moan softly, your body melting against his as you kiss him back, your hands reaching up to clutch at his shoulders.

When the kiss breaks, you see Joel smile, his eyes burning with desire. "Let's not waste any more time." He takes your hand, pulling you toward the bathtub. "Get on the edge, darlin’," he orders, his voice rough with desire.

You do as he says, your heart pounding in your chest as you watch him move around the bathtub, positioning himself between your legs. He looks at you, his eyes blazing with desire as he reaches out and touches you, his fingers sliding easily between your wet folds.

"You're so wet," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. "You want this as much as I do dont’cha?” Joel's fingers explore your body, teasing and tantalizing you as he strokes your slick folds. You moan softly, your hips bucking up to meet his touch as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. "Please, Joel," you gasp, your voice desperate with need. "Need more."

Joel smirks, his eyes glinting with mischief. "More, huh? Well, let's see if we can't take care of that for ya, baby." He leans down, his mouth replacing his fingers as he starts to lick and suck at your clit. You cry out, your hands reaching down to clutch at his head as he devours you with an intensity that takes your breath away.

"Fuck, Joel," you gasp, your body trembling with pleasure. "Don't stop, please, don't stop."

Joel chuckles, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. "I have no intention of stopping, sweetheart," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. "I'm going to make you come harder than you ever have before."

True to his word, Joel doesn't stop, his tongue works magic on your clit as his fingers plunge deep inside you, curling up to hit the sweetest spot. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your body tensing up as you approach your climax.

"Joel, I'm gonna come," you gasp.

Joel doesn't respond, his mouth and fingers continuing their relentless assault on your body. You can feel yourself spiraling out of control, your climax building up inside of you like a tidal wave.

"Joel, I'm coming!" You scream, your body convulsing with pleasure as you shatter into a thousand pieces. You grip onto Joel as hard as you can but doesn't let up, his tongue continues to lap at your clit as you ride out your orgasm, your body trembling with aftershocks.

When it's over, Joel pulls back, a satisfied smile on his face as he looks up at you. "See? Told you I'd make you come harder than you ever have."

You can't help but smile back, your body still tingling with pleasure. "You definitely did," you admit, your voice soft and dreamy.

Joel stands up, his cock hard and ready again beneath his jeans. "Good, I'm not done with you yet." He takes your hand leading you to your bed, instructing you to sit on the edge while he undresses. He steps closer, his body pressing against yours, you can feel his cock pressing against you too.

Joel's lips find yours, his tongue plunging deep into your mouth as he kisses you with a passion that takes your breath away again. You can feel the heat of his body against yours, and the sensation of his hard cock pressing against you sends a shiver down your spine.

"I want you, Joel," you gasp, your voice hoarse with desire as you break the kiss.

Joel smirks, "Then take me, sweetheart," he growls, his voice rough with lust.

You don't need any more encouragement. You reach down, grabbing his cock and guiding it to your entrance. Joel doesn't wait, his hips thrusting forward as he impales you on his thick, hard length. You cry out as Joel starts to thrust in and out of you, his hips moving with a rhythm that drives you wild. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to another climax, your body tensing up as you get close.

"Fuck, Joel," you gasp. "Harder, please."

Joel doesn't disappoint. His thrusts become more and more intense as he brings you closer. "Come for me, sweetheart," he growls, his voice rough with desire. "Come all over my cock, come on darlin I gotcha."

You can't help but obey, your climax building up inside you as Joel's thrusts become more and more intense. "Joel, m'gonna come again." You get out as your body convulses with pleasure as you shatter into a thousand pieces once again. Joel follows you over the edge, his cock twitching inside you as he comes with a low growl. When it's over, Joel pulls back, his cock slipping out of you with a wet sound. He looks down at you, his eyes softening as he takes in your dreamy state and disheveled hair.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" he asks, his voice gentle.

You can't help but smile up at him, your heart still racing with pleasure. "I'm more than okay," you admit, your voice soft and dreamy.

Joel chuckles, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. "I'm glad," he murmurs. "Because I have to admit, I've been wanting to do that for a long time."

You can feel your heart racing as you look up at him, your body trembling with a mixture of embarrassment and desire. "You have?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Joel nods, "I've always had a thing for you, sweetheart. But I never wanted to ruin your relationship with your dad or my friendship with your dad."

You can understand where he's coming from, but you can't deny the way you feel. You've always had a crush on Joel, and now that you've experienced the passion that burns between you, there's no going back.

"I want this, Joel," you say, your voice firm and determined. "I want you."

Joel's expression softens, and he reaches out to stroke your cheek, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "Are you sure, sweetheart?" he asks, his voice gentle. "I don't want you to do anything you're not ready for."

You nod, your heart racing with excitement and desire. "I'm sure, Joel," you say, your voice firm and determined. "I want you." You stroke his patchy beard, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you.

Joel's eyes light up, and he presses a gentle kiss to your lips. "I want to spend the rest of the week exploring every inch of your beautiful body."

And he does, taking you to heights of pleasure you never thought possible. By the time your dad and his wife come back from their trip, you and Joel have become inseparable, and you find yourself at his place more than not.

After a week of passion and exploration, you and Joel have grown even closer. You find yourself falling for him hard. You never thought you could feel this way about your dad's best friend, but here you are, head over heels for the man.

But you know that this is a secret that can never come out. You and Joel have talked about it at length, and you both know that the consequences would be disastrous. You're both aware of the potential fallout, and you're both committed to keeping your relationship a secret.

It's not easy to keep your relationship a secret from the world. But every time you're together, every time Joel touches you, every time he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, you know that it's all worth it.

You know that this was never meant to be, forged in the most unlikely of circumstances. But you also know that this is real and true and strong. And you're willing to do whatever it takes to protect it.

So you continue to see each other in secret, stealing moments of passion whenever you can. It's not perfect, but it's something. And for now, that's enough.

#joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x reader #joel miller #joel miller smut #pedro pascal #tlou fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction #joel miller x f!reader

723 notes · View notes

sinnersweets · 2 months

Text

DogDay x Reader part 10

<;-----part 9, part 11----->

A/N: Don't hate me for this...

One of the doctors stopped by my room and handed me some clothes and a towell that I could change into after I bathe myself. They offered to have someone help me out, but I kindly declined and told them that I could manage on my own. Once they left, I moved to the edge of the bed and crabbed onto the crutches. I take one step and DogDay comes into the room. “Hey Angel-woah hey whatcha doing?” “Hi, I’m just making my way to the bathtub.” DogDay closes the door and walks over to me. “Oh nonono Angel. I will not allow you to do that. I’ll carry you.” “It’s fine really-” Too late. He picked me up and set the crutches down. He carried me over to the bathroom. “Thank you.” “Of course, anything for my Angel.”

Now knowing that he liked me hearing him call me that made my heart flutter. Once we made it into the bathroom, he sat me down onto the chair that was in there. “There we go! Now I’ll go ahead and give you some privacy, but I’ll be right outside the door if you need anything Angel.” Before he stepped out, he placed a kiss on top of my head. Once he stepped out he closed the door but left a the door cracked open just a smidgen. “Uh-” “It’s just so I can hear you better Angel; cross my heart I will not peak.” I chuckled lightly and knew that he would be true to his word.

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

Removing this gown I was given took a little longer than I would like to admit but once I did, I carefully moved myself into the tub; making sure to keep my cast out so as not to get it wet. I turned on the faucet and let the tub fill up with nice steaming hot water. I also threw in some bubbles because why the heck not. Since I was just washing my body, it should've taken me maybe five to seven minutes, but it’s been so long since I got to relax in a bath that I decided to take advantage of this.

“You doing okay in there Angel?” “Yes.” I sighed before saying, “Just relaxing. The water feels great.” I continued to sit in the tub for maybe another forty-five minutes before the water started to get cold. “Seems like the fun is over now.” I heard DogDay chuckle from behind the door. I let the water drain and reached over for my towel-which was not here with me. Shoot. I left that and my clothes on the bed. “Hey DogDay?” “Yes Angel?” “I uh- haha, left my towel and clothes on the bed. You wouldn’t mind grabbing them would you?” I could hear that DogDay had stood up and walked over to the bed as his voice sounded further away than normal. “Not a problem at all Angel.”

When DogDay walked away I realized that I had made a grave mistake. He would have to come in here and set the clothes down and I had drained the water!! Frig. “I’m back Angel-” “Hey haha so little problem; I-um need you to come in and hand me the towel and clothes while also not looking. Please.” DogDay didn’t say anything but the bathroom door opened up more and I saw that he placed his ears over his eyes. “Does this help Angel?” “Haha yes, just be careful when you come in.” DogDay nodded and carefully came in and set the clothes down. The towel was still in his hand when he asked me, “Do you need any help getting out of the tub Angel?” I thought for a moment before saying, “No I think I got it.” He nodded and then placed the towel down for me. “I’ll be outside if you need anything else Angel.”

I reached over and wrapped the towel over myself. I placed my arms on the side of the tub and tried lifting my body out, but I couldn’t seem to do it. This was a lot harder than I thought. “Okay I need help.” “Haha okay; I’m coming back in.” He came back in with his ears covering his eyes again. “Oh, I wrapped myself up so you don’t need to cover your eyes anymore.” His ears fell but his eyes were still shut tight. “You sure it’s okay to look Angel?” I had the towel wrapped around myself pretty good and I could hold onto it if anything. “Yes, it’s fine.” DogDay opened his eyes and smiled down at me. “My my, never thought I’d get to see you like this Angel~” My jaw dropped as I felt myself blush. I was not expecting that at all. “Haha oh Angel, you are too easy to tease. It’s cute.” He leaned down and picked me up. “I-I was just caught off guard is all...” Though his comment gave me butterflies. He set me back down on the chair before leaving to let me get dressed. “Once you get dressed get ready Angel.” “Ready? Ready for what?” “The show silly!” Ah right. The show that I was in but no longer in because of Bobby.

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

I told DogDay that he didn’t need to carry me all the way down to the theater room and I was cable of using the crutches, but he just kept saying, “No no I wanna carry you. Plus who doesn’t want to be carried by a strong man or dog.” I couldn’t argue with that.

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

When we made it to the theater room I decided to tell DogDay that Bobby was the one who injured me but he said he already knew. “You knew?” “Yeah; CatNap told me. He tried to stop her but she started waving a cucumber in front of him and it scared him away. When he finally got enough courage to stand up to her you were already on the ground. But not to worry Angel; we’ve got something planned for her.” “We’ve?” “Yep.” I thought he would say something else, but he didn’t.

DogDay sat me down in the front row. “Alright Angel. I must go get ready.” “Wait- before you go-” I grabbed onto his arm and pulled him down and gave him a kiss on his nose. “Mwah. Okay now you can go.” I smiled while saying that. DogDays tail wagged and if this was a cartoon I swear there would be hearts over his head while his pupils take a form of a heart. “Now I don’t wanna go.” He pouted while speaking. “I’m sorry, but I promise to give you another kiss after the show.” This cheered him up instantly. “Til then, my Angel~” He kissed my hand before walking off behind the stage.

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

After thirty minutes the theatre started to fill up with the rest of the children and helpers. I then spotted this couple walking in. They headed up towards the front near me. “Pardon me dear but are these spots taken?” The lady asked me. “No ma’am.” She smiled before her and I’m guessing her husband took a seat. While she sat down, she glanced over me and saw the cast I was wearing. “Oh my, what happened to you dear?” “Hm? Oh- I had a little accident on stage. I was supposed to play Belle but then I fell.” I didn’t want to tell her about what happened because she likely wouldn’t understand it. “Oh, that’s just terrible. Pardon me for saying this dearie but I don’t see how this show can be well without you in it, haha.” Hearing her say that made me smile. “Thank you, ma’am, but I’m sure my understudy will do her best.” “I doubt it.” The lady said before turning her attention to her husband. She was nice and sweet. I liked her.”

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

Watching the show made my blood boil. We were at the part where Belle refuses to have dinner with Beast but that is not at all how it was going. Bobby kept agreeing to it which threw DogDay, Damian, Henry and Miss Delight off script. Though she kept throwing everyone off they all did a wonderful job of not breaking character.

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

It was now the part where Belle was tending to Beasts wounds, and I almost wanted to hop up on stage and fight her. “By the way~ I want to thank you for saving my life~” Bobby spoke while getting really and I mean really close to DogDays face. DogDay leaned back, clearly uncomfortable.

The curtains closed and the lights came on. “Alright everyone! We will now take a fifteen minute intermission.” The sound of Miss Delights voice echoed through the theater. “You know; it looks like that bear up there actually likes the dog.” The lady next to me spoke out. “Haha; you have no idea.” “I’m running to the ladies room sweetie I’ll be right back.” She spoke to her husband. He knodded and she got up and walked away.

Once she left he leaned over and said, “So which kid were you thinking of adopting?” That caugt me off guard. “Pardon?” “That’s why you’re here right? To see which kid you want?” I looked behind me and saw a few more couples out in the crowd talking to some of the kids. “No sir I actually work here.” “Oh I see, my mistake.” He then leaned back into his chair and twiddled his thumbs around. These couples were here to look at the kids? I leaned over and asked him, “Which kid were you thinking about?” He laughed before saying, “Oh no me and my wife already picked out a kid we want. He plays one of the furniture's.” My heart stopped. There were only three boys that played that role: Henry, Todd, and Damian. His wife came back after a while and I sat in my seat fearing that they had picked out Damian.

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

We were now at the part where Belle and Beast were getting ready for their dance. I couldn’t focus on the show anymore. I kept praying that maybe it was the other two boys but then I didn’t want either of them going away.

I leaned back in my seat and looked up at the ceiling and almost screamed. CatNap was up on the railings, and it looked like he was holding something with his tail. As I looked back at the stage, I saw DogDays head peak out from the curtain and winked at me before disappearing behind the curtains. What were they up to?

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

Watching DogDay and Bobby waltz killed me. Obviously, Bobby was enjoying herself while DogDay continued to look displeased but tried to stay in character.

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

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity the show was over. And thankfully; DogDay didn’t kiss Bobby at the end. He just gave her a high five which she clearly was not wanting. The curtains closed and everyone in the audience stood up and clapped. The curtains opened and everyone in the play was lined up holding hands and bowing. I gave a thumbs up to Damian and Hoppy while I blew DogDay a kiss. He pretended to catch it and placed it on his nose.

Everyone then let go of eachother and started walking backwards, everyone except for Bobby who was in her own head. “Oh thank you everyone! Thank you, thank y-” Splash! Bobby was soon covered in white paint. Everyone in the audience gasped but I laughed. Hoppy then hopped around her and threw some confetti on her. “The star of the show deserves some confetti!” Bobby was just looking out into the audience stunned. “Hey BB.” Bobby turned and looked at DogDay. “Never ever come near me or Angel again. KC! You know what to do!” Suddenly the trap door opened, and Bobby fell through. “Hope she had a nice fall haha!” I heard KickenChicken yell from off stage. I knew that it would be a pain in the ass for Edward; Bobbys helper to clean her off. The lady next to me leaned in and whispered, “I wonder who this ‘Angel’ person is because whoever they are it’s clear that he cares deeply for them.” Yeah, he does. “Oh look sweetie that’s him, the one dressed like a candle.” The women spoke out to her husband.

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

After a while the cast came down in their normal clothes and thanked everyone for coming. I didn’t have my crutches, so I was stuck in my spot while I saw the couple next to me walk over to Damian. “Hi Ange-” “Damians going to get adopted!” I didn’t mean to interrupt DogDay but I had to tell him. “Wait really?” “Yeah! I was next to the couple who want to adopt him.” I pointed over to where they were and DogDay followed to where I was pointing.

“They can’t take him DogDay, they just can’t!” “I know Angel, but doesn’t Damian deserve to get adopted and have a family?” “WE’RE his family!” DogDay took my hands and rubbed the top of them. “That may be true Angel, but he’s not legally mine or yours.” I wanted to cry but didn’t because I heard a familiar voice call out my name.

“Y/N!” Oh dear god no. I turned and saw my mother. Why was she here??! “Um Angel, who’s that?” “My mom...” DogDay swallowed hard. “Y/N oh finally I found you!” She walked up to me and gave me a tight hug. When she let go of me she looked over at DogDay. “And who are you?” “My name is DogDay, pleasure to meet you ma’am.” DogDay extended out a paw to give her a handshake, but my mother just pushed his paw away. “Y/N say goodbye to the dog because you’re coming home with me and your father until you’re all healed up.” “What?!” “What?!” My mom just looked at me and DogDay before saying, “Y/N sweetie you need to rest, and you need to be taken care of-” “I am!” “Nonsense sweetie. I bought a wheelchair for you; I left it in the back of the room. Let me go-” “Mom!” I yelled out to her. “I don’t want to go with you, I want to stay here with-” “Enough! You will not argue with me young lady. I am taking you home and that’s final! Now say goodbye to your...friend while I go get the wheelchair.”

When she walked away, I had tears in my eyes. DogDays paw touched my face and turned my head towards him. “Angel....” I started to cry and wrapped my arms around DogDay. “I-I don’t want to leave! And-and then Damian, he might get taken away by the time I get back! I-you-you need to make sure he doesn’t leave DogDay, please!” “Angel-” “PLEASE!” DogDay just stared at me before giving me a soft smile. “I’ll do everything I can Angel, you have my word.”

“I don’t want to leave you.... four weeks of not seeing you....” I continued to cry, and I could tell that DogDay started to get tears in his eyes. “I don’t want you to leave me either Angel; but your mom kinda scares me.” I chuckled and smiled. “Will you miss me?” DogDay then pulled back and held my face while saying, “Angel; I will miss you so much. Not being able to see you every day will break my heart.” Now he started to cry.

“Y/N! Time to go!” My mom was now next to me with the wheelchair. DogDay picked me up and placed me in the chair. He tried to let go but I held onto him. “Wait.” I grabbed his face, pulled him in and kissed him. Not on his nose, but his lips. It was fast but the few seconds that it happened was indescribable. I didn’t care that my mom just saw me kiss DogDay; it would be a while before I saw him again and I felt like it needed to be done.

“Tell Damian I’ll see him later, okay?” DogDay only nodded, clearly shocked by the kiss. My mom then started to wheel me away. I looked over and blew him one final kiss before saying, “Goodbye, DogDay.” He caught the kiss and placed it on his lips and said, “Goodbye, my Angel.”

A/N: As per requested by some of you I will take a break from writing (not really just a day off from this story) and will post part 11 in two days. Thank you for reading!! *runs away*

#sinnersweets #poppy playtime #x reader #dogday #dogday x reader #poppy playtime chapter 3 #bobby bearhug #kicken chicken #catnap #hoppy hopscotch

421 notes · View notes

puckbunnyera · 3 months

Text

Just Friends | Luke Hughes

• ──────────────♡────────────── •

genre: fluff

word count: 2.3k

warnings: none

notes: it's been less than 24 hours since i posted my first fic and i've already received a few asks for a part 2 so here it is. i'll link the first part here. thank you to everyone who has taken the time to read it, like it, reblog it, etc. i'm always really nervous to post my own writing so any type of interaction with it feels good to see.

also, i know the timelines of the games played in both fics don't align with the actual events in real time but we are just going to ignore that for the sake of the plot.

• ──────────────♡────────────── •

I sigh as I stand in front of my bedroom mirror, doing one last fit check before Luke arrives. I'm nervous. I come to this realization as I smooth out the nonexistent wrinkles in my shirt. Why? I couldn't tell you. It's been almost two months since the night I met Luke, and we've talked and texted almost every day since. We've even hung out multiple times since then, but I always seem to get all nervous and jittery anytime he presents the offer. My thoughts start to consume me to the point that I'm almost tempted to text him and ask for a rain check, but before I can fall too deeply into them, my attention is stolen by the two girls lying on my bed behind me.

"I still can't believe you're dating The Luke Hughes." One of my friends says causing me to turn my back towards the mirror to look at her.

"We aren't dating." I scoff. "We're-"

"Right, you're 'just friends'." My other friend interrupts, rolling her eyes and using her fingers to make air quotes as she says the words.

"We are." I shrug, moving to sit in my vanity chair so I can put on my shoes.

"You don't have to believe us if you don't want to, but he totally has the hots for you."

"It's so obvious. Any time he has the chance to get away from his job, he's calling, texting, or coming to see you. Even if it's only for a short amount of time. Those aren't typical behaviors of a guy who wants to be 'just friends'."

They continue to go on and on as if they're trying to convince a jury that they're innocent of a crime. The sound of my phone dinging from beside me on the table finally brings their rambling to an end. I pick up to find a text from Luke.

From Luke🏒: i'm here

To Luke🏒: omw

"I would love to stay and continue this conversation," I smile sarcastically as I stand up, "But my friend is waiting for me downstairs." I make sure to add extra emphasis on the word friend.

They both giggle and bid their goodbyes as I walk out of the room. When I make it downstairs to the lobby of my apartment building, Luke, in all of his handsome glory, is waiting patiently by the door.

"Ready to go?" He questions once I'm standing in front of him. I nod in confirmation and he opens the door for us, placing a gentle hand on my back to lead me out.

"What's the plan for today?" I ask once we're settled into the car.

"I need to drop off a couple of things at the dry cleaners since my brother forgot to do it," He gestures to the items in his backseat. "But then I figured we could go to dinner, catch a movie, and then maybe grab some dessert before I take you home."

"Sounds good!" I reply with a smile, with which he returns one of his own before putting the car in drive and pulling away from my apartment building.

Things are going well today. Really well. We're having fun and Luke is being as sweet as always. However, that's the only problem. Despite the stance I took in the argument with my friends, I can't help but let their words get to me. The whole evening, I've been reading too deeply into every little thing he does. Every door he holds open for me, every chair he pulls out for me, every accidental brush of our hands when we walk side-by-side. I'm trying not to let it show, but when Luke's voice rattles my thoughts and pulls me back down to Earth, I know I'm failing.

"Are you okay?" He asks as we sit in the car, waiting for the red light to turn green. "You've been pretty quiet today."

"Really?" I ask, genuinely confused because I hadn't noticed that change in my behavior. When he responds with a solemn nod, guilt rises in my chest. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was. It has nothing to do with you." Yet it has everything to do with him.

"Did something happen?" He pushes further.

"No, just have a lot on my mind with work and all, but I'm okay. Promise." I give him a soft smile in hopes that it will give him enough reassurance to drop the conversation. Thankfully he does, but the look in his eyes shows clearly that he doesn't believe me. "So my friends were telling me that you have a home game coming up in a couple of days against your oldest brother's team. Are you excited?" I change the subject quickly.

"Yeah," He nods, a smile gracing his features. "My parents are gonna be in town to watch us face off against each other. All three Hughes brothers on the same ice. I'm hoping it will be as exciting as everyone and the media are making it seem." He chuckles. "I'm also just really excited to see Quinn. We haven't gotten to see each other much since I moved out to Jersey and the season started. I think it'll be nice to have us all back together again, even if it's just for a couple of days."

"I bet it will be."

"I'm glad you brought this up because I've been meaning to ask you something."

"What is it?"

"Would you maybe want to come to the game?"

"Do you want me to come?" I'm praying the hopeful look in my eyes isn't obvious.

"Yeah," He nods. "I really do."

"Then I'll be there." I assure him. "The girls were talking about purchasing tickets anyways, so I'll tell them to make it three tickets instead of just the two."

"Don't worry about it. I got it covered."

"Luke, you don't have to do that." I shake my head, readying myself to argue.

"I know I don't have to, but I want to." The look he gives me makes me forget any rebuttal I had previously prepared. "Plus, I already got the tickets and the seating arrangements set up."

"And you just knew I was gonna say yes?" I reply, crossing my arms.

"No, but I was hoping you would."

"I guess some dreams really do come true." I joke.

"I guess so."

We continue to talk and joke around for the remainder of the drive. It goes by a little too quickly though, because before I know it, he's putting the car in park in front of my building. Being the gentleman that he is, he walks me all the way up to my apartment door. It's not until I have unlocked and opened the door that he finally says goodnight, placing a soft peck on my cheek before walking away. Once he has disappeared into the elevator and I'm sure he's gone, I close and lock the door.

As I'm getting ready for bed, I become aware of the slight ache in my cheeks from smiling so much. As soon as my head hits my pillow, the realization dawns on me. I am in love with Luke Hughes.

• ───────────────────────────── •

I'm still in shock at the fact that he really went all out with the tickets. My friends seem to be as well considering that they still haven't managed to pick their jaws up off the floor yet. Never in my life would I have ever expected to be seated in one of the arena's luxury suites. I feel a little bad the more I dwell on it. There are more deserving fans that could be sitting here, yet some girl who knew nothing about the sport two months ago had them handed to her at no cost.

"Hi, you must be Y/N." An unfamiliar woman's voice pulls me from my pity-party.

"Oh, hi." I greet her as I turn in her direction.

"I'm Luke's mom, Ellen." She smiles and pulls me into a quick but gentle embrace. "And this is my husband, Jim." She gestures to the man beside her.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N." He offers a hand for me to shake.

"You as well." I accept it before introducing them to my two friends, who are not-so-discreetly eavesdropping on the conversation.

We all find a seat and fall into casual conversation. Just getting to know each other and talking about this, that, and the other. Once the teams begin to make their way onto the ice, our attentions shift away from each other and onto the players.

Having admitted to my lack of knowledge of the sport before the game started, Jim and Ellen kindly explained the game to me so I would know what is going on. By the end of the first period, I'm clued in enough that I don't need it anymore and eventually, I become just as immersed in the game as the rest of them are.

It's in the second period that Luke scores a goal and we all stand up, cheering loudly with the crowd. The excitement is so high that I don't even shy away when Ellen happily pulls me into a tight hug before pulling away and continuing to cheer for her youngest son. Third period seems to go by in a flash and then the game is ending with a 6-5 win for the Devils, both Jack and Luke having contributed to the score with goals of their own.

Once the final buzzer goes off, my friends bid their farewells before heading out to go home. However, I hang back with Ellen and Jim upon the request of Luke. I follow the two down from the suite until we make it to where the locker rooms are located, waiting in the hall for the three brothers to emerge. We stand around conversing for about ten or so minutes before the men finally make their appearances.

They all embrace and greet each other as I stand back and watch with a smile. They really are a beautiful family. Once they all break away, Luke turns his attention towards me. He steps forward and reaches for me, pulling me into his arms.

"Congratulations." I speak softly as I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders, his wrapped around my waist.

"Thank you." I can hear the smile in his voice.

Time escapes me as I stand in his arms. I'm not even sure how long we've been holding onto each other. It's his brother's voice that finally has us separating.

"You must be the infamous Y/N." Quinn steps up, a smug grin on his face. "I've heard so much about you."

"I've heard a lot about you as well," I respond politely, despite the blush I'm sure I'm sporting due to his teasing tone. "It's nice to finally meet you."

"Will you be joining us for dinner?" Ellen asks from where she stands, now next to Quinn.

"Oh, um," I look to Luke for an answer. He nods, a pleading look in his eyes. "Yes, I would love to." I finally reply.

With that being said, we all begin to exit the arena and head to the parking lot. We're almost to the vehicles when Luke gently grabs my hand and pulls me to a stop. Once his family is out of earshot, he begins to speak.

"This might seem random and sudden, but I've been thinking about it for a while." He starts, looking away nervously and lifting a hand to scratch the back of his neck. "And feel free to say no because I don't want you to feel like you have to say yes just because I'm asking. Or if you feel like you need time to think it over, feel free to take all of the time you need. Actually, maybe I-"

"Luke," I say his name softly, placing my hands on his reddening cheeks and forcing his gaze back to mine. His rambling comes to a halt. "Breathe."

"Sorry." He inhales deeply before releasing his breath. "I was wondering, would you be my girlfriend?"

It's my turn to take a deep breath. Out of all the things he could have said, I was not expecting this. I take a moment to gather my thoughts as a smile begins to pull at my lips.

"I would love to." I nod, my smile growing larger resulting in his own.

"Well," He takes a step closer to me. "Since you're my girlfriend now, does that mean I can kiss you?" His question flusters me but I try hard not to show it.

"Do you want to kiss me?"

"Really fucking badly."

"Then kiss me, Luke."

And so he does. His lips crash into mine in a soft but passionate kiss. As if he has waited a lifetime to do it. It's gentle yet desperate. As we finally part, he pecks my lips a few more times before pulling away completely. He opens his mouth to say something but is stopped by Jack shouting from where his family is waiting by the cars, surely having seen the whole display.

"If you two lovebirds are done sucking faces in the middle of the parking lot, I would like to leave now. I'm fucking starving." He teases.

We both turn our gazes in time to see Quinn smack the middle brother in the back of the head and both parents shaking their heads at their son's antics. Luke chuckles at the scene as he intertwines his hand with mine and begins to walk to the car. My heart flutters as I finally admit the obvious to myself. Maybe we weren't ever just friends. I mentally roll my eyes as I climb into the back seat, already picturing the two squealing girls in my head and the endless amounts of I told you so's that I'm sure to hear when I fill them in. However, when Luke slides into the car next to me and interlocks our hands once again, I can't bring myself to care. I think I like this little life.

#luke hughes #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes x reader #new jersey devils #lh43 #luke hughes fluff #luke hughes fic #nj devils #nhl imagine #nhl fanfiction

505 notes · View notes

moonstruckme · 7 months

Note

You’re poly!marauders writings literally soothe my anxiety I love it so much. Could I please request poly!marauders comforting reader the night before a big presentation she’s super anxious for because she hates public speaking. I feel like they’d be so soft and encouraging when they realise how sad and anxious she is about it. You’re the best lovely 💗💖🩷

Thanks sweetheart!

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 957 words

James erupts in applause as you click to the final slide, and Sirius sticks his fingers in his mouth, whistling loudly.

“Fantastic job!” James gushes, fawning. “Never seen anything like it. Will this presentation be considered for a nobel prize?”

“It ought to be,” Remus agrees, also clapping, albeit more normally. “That was great, dove. They’re gonna love it.”

“Are you sure?” You look to the screen uncertainty. “The ‘thank you’ slide isn’t too informal?”

“No,” Remus confirms. “I think it’s the perfect way to signal that you’re done.”

“But did I talk too fast? I do that sometimes.”

He gives you an odd look. “Did you think you were talking too fast?”

You shrug, looking at your pajama bottoms like there’s something interesting down there. “I can’t always hear it myself. Maybe I should run it through one more time, and you can let me know?”

“Wait, again?” Sirius sounds slightly alarmed. “This is a very interesting topic, but I think six practice rounds is probably enough. What, are you gonna give us a test or something?”

You cringe. “Sorry, I don’t mean to keep you captive. I can practice it by myself.”

You close your laptop, thinking of going to your room, but James says, “Wait, sweetheart, why do you think you need to run through it so many times? It seems like you’ve got it.”

“I just need it to be, like, muscle memory,” you reply. “A lot of the time, once I get up there, I sort of…it’s almost like I can’t think anymore, and if I don’t know the presentation super well I won’t know what to say.”

“I don’t think you need to worry as much as you are.” James’ voice has gone soft in that way he does when he wants to be extra kind. “Every time you’ve run through it tonight, it’s been flawless.”

You scoff. “Yeah, because it’s just you guys.”

“Oi,” Sirius pipes up, faux indignant. “I’ll have you know we are the most critical audience you’ll ever meet. If you can do it in front of us, those dolts will be no problem.”

“Yeah, don’t be nervous.” James gives you a smile. “You’re going to do great.”

“That’s a lot easier said than done,” you sigh.

Remus pats the arm of his chair, and you abandon your laptop, letting him pull you into his lap. Your boyfriends have the ability to bring emotions you didn’t even know you had straight to the surface, and you feel unexpectedly teary as he kisses your temple. “Would it make you feel better if we came to watch tomorrow?” he asks lightly.

You give him a small, sad smile. “Thanks, but even if you did, everyone else would still be there. It’d be a pointless trip for you.”

“Not if you could have a hug afterwards.” He sets his chin atop your head like he’s going to make you a fortress out of his own body. “Or if you just want support in the audience, we don’t mind.”

“I appreciate it,” you reply, “but I’ll be okay. I just need to get it down so that I don’t mess up.”

“And what if you do mess up?” Sirius asks, characteristically blunt. “Would it really be the worst thing in the world?”

You blush, and Remus rubs your upper arm comfortingly. “No,” you admit. “It would just be embarrassing. It would kind of ruin my day, to be honest.”

Sirius nods, looking at you evenly. “But then you get to come home, and it’ll be over. Maybe we can get you a treat or something to have tomorrow evening after you get home. That way you get a reward no matter what.”

You fidget in Remus’ hold, and you know they’re not going to like what you’re thinking, but you say it anyway. “I won’t deserve a reward if I mess up, though.”

“That’s not true,” James fires back instantly. “The reward doesn’t have to be only for if you give your presentation without a single hitch. It could just be for trying.”

You’re quiet, pleading silently for a change in topic. Remus drops another kiss on the side of your head. “You’ve worked hard on this, dovey. It’s really good, and even if everything doesn’t go as planned tomorrow, you still put a lot into it,” he pauses, stooping his head so you’re looking at him. “You deserve to feel good about yourself.”

You try to shrink, but he won’t let you, trapping you with an immovable arm around your shoulders. Remus is strong when he wants to be. He raises his eyebrows, a tiny smirk playing on his lips, until you smile.

“Okay, you’re right,” you capitulate, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Thank you guys.”

“Maybe it’d help if you got the presentation off your mind and just relaxed for the rest of the night,” James suggests. “There’s no point in fixating on it anymore, you’ve done all you can.”

“Yeah, that sounds good,” you say, and then Sirius is squishing into you and Remus’ chair, sitting half on top of both of you.

“Our poor baby,” he whines, words muffled against your cheek. “I’m sorry I made fun of your practice, sweetpea. I didn’t know you were so nervous.”

You laugh as he moves down to your neck. “It’s okay, it’s—quit, that tickles!”

Sirius ignores you, pecking relentlessly up and down your neck as Remus struggles to keep the both of you from falling off the armchair. “You’re going to do so good,” he promises ardently. “You know that, right?”

“She doesn’t even have to know it,” James speaks for you as you gasp for breath between giggles. “We know well enough to make up for her.”

531 notes · View notes

forever1kay · 10 months

Text

WASH DAY !!

Summary: Miles hasn’t had time to care for himself lately, so you take the time to do that for him.

Pairing: Miles Morales x Fem!Black!Reader (Best Friends to lovers trope)

Notes: I did age up Miles slightly in this fic, he’s 17. Please be prepared for a lousy description of facial and hair care, I’m not a professional and I only know what works for me. ALSO, there’s a picture at the very end and it’s not a faceless pic bc I couldn’t find one😔

Warnings: Non-sexual nudity, breaking and entering, Miles was very crusty for a lot of this fic, slander of Jehovah’s Witnesses, profanity of course, clueless Miles, mentions of death, a few nsfw lines… let me know if I forgot anything

You had just finished detangling your hair and were three seconds away from stepping into the shower when you heard a knock at the front door. You debated answering but ultimately decided against it when you realized it was probably the Jehovah’s Witnesses for the third time today.

Stepping into the shower, you hear a thud against the floor in the other room and all you can do is pause and hope you'll be okay. A few seconds later, the bathroom door opened and all you could do was scream and grab the shower curtain for cover.

"Oh Lord!" You scream as your legs give out and force you to sit on the shower floor. "Lord, help me! I'm being attacked!”

“It's just me, Y/n/n!" Miles shouted while frantically waving his hands. “To think you’d recognize your best friend when you see him.”

You stop thrashing and peak your head out from behind the shower curtain, staring up at Miles. “Hi there!”

"Hey," He says, stooping to your level on the other side of the tub. “That was an interesting show you just put on.”

"I was going through something.” You replied, clearing your throat, “When exactly did you get back to this dimension? You smell like booty juice.”

Miles stands up and shyly scratches the back of his neck. "Yeah, about that," he starts. "I just got back and I haven't had time to shower or anything."

“Seriously? You left a week ago!" You cried out while standing up but keeping your body hidden behind the curtain. "Why didn't you go back home and take a shower?"

“Forgot my key at my friend Hobie's.”

“Of course.” Grabbing your shampoo, you sighed and started to shampoo your hair. “I’ll tell you what…”

Miles nods, waiting for you to continue.

"I'll wash your hair after I wash mine. That sound good?”

Miles hums in approval.

“Good! Go shower in my sister’s bathroom.”

"I can't just come in there with you?" He asks.

“Miles, be for real.”

"Okay, okay!" He chuckles and raises his arms in surrender. “Do I still have clothes here?"

“Of course! With how often you’re here, it’d be weird if you didn’t.”

Miles hums. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“I’ll leave your clothes outside of the door when I’m done. If you finish before me, just sit tight. It won’t kill you.”

He smiles and gives you a sincere thank you before leaving to take a shower of his own. You unexpectedly finished before him, so you made the decision to leave clean clothes outside the bathroom door for when he’s done.

You did your after-wash routine and wrapped your hair while you waited.

About 20 minutes later, he came back from the restroom wearing the clean clothes you had left for him and threw himself onto your bedroom floor.

“You ran all my momma hot water, Miles?” You asked him.

“Nah, I left some.”

You chuckled and got up, walking towards your room door. “Okay, come on.”

“Where are we going?” He asked, following closely behind you.

“To wash your hair.” You said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

He raised an eyebrow. "How does that make sense when I just got out of the shower?"

Rolling your eyes, you grab a seat from the kitchen table. "You know how to stick your head in the sink."

"My neck gets hurt that way." Miles pouts and takes the chair from you, setting it in front of the sink.

“Everyone has that problem.” You respond, gently pushing him into the chair as you experiment with the water temperature then rush to the bathroom to get the shampoo, conditioner, and treatment.

When you come back, Miles is staring blankly at you.

"Why are you staring at me like that?"

"I don't want my hair to be washed in the sink."

“It's either this or you wash your own hair.” You tell him. He shakes his head. “You sure? If you want your hair to be crusty, it’s up to you.”

Miles shakes his head again and takes his shirt off before leaning back in the seat and closing his eyes, wordlessly agreeing to get his hair washed in the sink.

“Alright!” You smile, starting to wash his hair.

Your arms eventually became worn out, and you briefly complained about it before choosing to sit on him.

He awkwardly cleared his throat. "What are you doing?"

"This lessens the stress on my arms."

“Oh.” He nods. "Yes, right. Okay, great. Cool.”

He suddenly started to draw shapes in your thighs with his eyes closed. You did your best to stay calm.

"How was your week?" He asked, his words starting to slur from fatigue.

“So good.”

“Yeah?” He challenged. "Tell me more about it."

Miles had stopped running his hands along your legs, but you were too busy telling him about your week-long college tour at UCF to notice.

You saw he had fallen asleep and was somewhat drooling when you reached up to rinse his hair. Before the moment was over, you immediately dried your hands and took a picture of him. After that, you washed his hair once more, rinsed it, and then used your preferred conditioner.

As soon as you were done, you cleaned your hands and tried to wake up Miles.

"Pssst,” You whispered, "I'm finished.”

"Five more minutes.” He said with his eyes still closed, gently pushing your face away.

“No, Miles.” You responded, "Come on.”

After hearing him snore in response, you reached for the sink faucet and extended it in his direction.

His eyes shot open before you could turn on the water, and he grabbed your wrist. “Alright! I’m up, I’m up.”

You pat his face and rise, placing the faucet in its proper place. “Good! Now stand up.”

“Where are we going?”

You place an oversized cotton towel on his head, grabbing his hand and pulling him behind you. “To the sofa so I can do your hair.”

“Do what to it exactly?” Miles asks, following behind you with your hand still in his.

You shrug as you sit on the sofa and set a pillow on the floor for Miles to sit on. “No idea. You have something in mind?”

Miles squishes into a comfy position between your legs. "Actually, yeah."

And after 45 minutes of Miles being tender-headed from his first set of braids, you finished.

"Calm down, you ass." You scolded. "We're finished. Go look at it.”

Miles went to look at his hair in the bathroom before excitedly running back to you and lifting you up.

"I love it!" He shouted, spinning y’all around. “How did you learn to braid like this? Thank you!”

When he became too dizzy and lost his balance, you squealed while wrapping your legs around his waist. Your back almost hit the floor, but Miles saved you by flipping over last minute.

"My bad…" He said apologetically.

After a few hours, your family came home and found you and miles sleeping on the couch. They asked you both to get up and move so that you wouldn't take up space.

You took this moment to your parents if he could stay the night and they pointed at the air mattress that you’d have to inflate for him.

About time the air mattress was inflated and the both of you laid down in your respective beds, neither of you were tired anymore.

“Miles.” You whispered.

“Y/n?” He replied.

"Wanna do a thing?” You asked, wiggling your eyebrows.

He sat up. “What thing?”

“Let me give you a facial.” You spoke, rolling over to face his bed.

Miles raised an eyebrow. "Doesn't the boy give the girl-"

You threw a pillow at him. "Nigga, not that kind of facial!"

He caught the pillow and threw it back, hitting your shiny ass forehead with it. “Then what are you talking about?”

You got up and walked toward him, reaching your hands out for his. “Cmonnnn, just trust me.”

Miles sighed and rolled his eyes, taking your hand. “Fine.”

He is then dragged into the bathroom where you force him to wash his face while you get all the supplies. Once he has finished cleaning his face, you lead him back into your room and give him a durag.

Miles sits on your bed, puts on the durag, and sends a worried glance your way.

“Don’t worry, I got this!” You reassure him, sensing his apprehension. “Now lay down.”

“Okay, okay.”

You straddle Miles when he lies down on your bed, pausing for a second before you do anything else.

“I would just like to let you know that i am not a professional and I have absolutely no clue what I’m doing.”

Miles smiles up at you. “It’s fine.”

You return his smile before picking up an under-eye mask for eye bags.

“What’s that?” He asks.

“An eye mask.” You reply.

“Where does it go?” He asks dumbly.

“Right under your eyes.” You chuckle. “Close them.”

As instructed, Miles closes his eyes. You place the eye mask under his eyes and then take the jade roller and massage the eye masks against his face.

After some time had passed, you threw the eye mask in the garbage next to your bed.

“Okay, you can open your eyes.”

Miles started to sit up. “We’re done? Already?”

“No, Miles.”

He laid back down.

“You can keep your eyes open for this one.” You told him, grabbing the lip scrub.

“What’s that one?”

“Lip scrub.” You tell him.

You take a scrub brush and generously cover it with lip scrub before placing it on Miles' lips and gently massaging it in. He stared up at the concentrated expression on your face.

About thirty seconds later, you went to get a damp towel to remove the lip scrub, but Miles beat you to it.

“This tastes good.”

“Miles no! Don’t eat it, the packaging says you could die!”

Miles gasps and shoots up, snatching the lip scrub container and knocking you to the floor in the process.

“Show me where it says that!”

“It doesn’t, I was just kidding.” You huff. “But now I should kill you myself for almost killing me.”

He shrugs. “It’s not my fault you told me I was going to have a premature teenage death.”

You roll your eyes and grab the warm rag, climbing back onto your bed. “Anyways, you can lay your head in my lap and I’ll finish this.”

Miles quickly lays down on your lap and looks up at you.

His lips are effectively damp after you wipe away the last of the lip scrub for you to be able to apply the desired lip serum. You apply a small amount, then rub it in. With a lovesick smile on his face, Miles looks up at you.

You raise an eyebrow.

“You’re so pretty.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“What?!” He counters. “I-I don’t know.”

You sigh and shake your head, applying a lip mask, then a jelly face mask, then facial serum, and lastly moisturizer on his skin.

By that point, Miles' eyes were closed, and you were unsure of whether he was asleep or not.

“Miles?” You speak softly.

“Yeah?”

“I’m all done, love.”

“Can we do another one?”

“No, sir. We cannot.”

“But I feel so relaxed.”

“We can go to sleep if you want?”

“No, let’s watch a movie.”

“Yes! I’ll go grab snacks.”

Ignoring the puzzled stares from your family, you run to the pantry to grab some snacks before returning to Miles, who had already decided on the movie.

“What did you pick?” You ask, setting the snacks down carefully onto the bed.

“Howl’s Moving Castle.” He replies, pulling out his phone and sitting at the foot of the bed. “Say cheese!”

While chuckling a little at Miles, you smile towards the camera while holding the straw's tip in your mouth.

“What are you laughing at, huh?”

“You’re adorable, Miles.”

“Thanks, I try.”

As the movie begins, you roll your eyes and set the drink down.

About halfway through the movie, Miles moves closer to you and lies in your lap, staring up at you.

You frown down at him. “You okay, Miles?”

“Yeah.” He replies, smiling a little before starting to watch the movie again.

About five minutes later, he breaks his silence by bringing up the facial you gave him earlier.

“You know, you should really try some of the lip scrub.”

“I will not eat the lip scrub that I paid money for.” You tell him, “So unless you have another way, then I won’t-“

Miles reaches out and pulls your face to his in the classic Spider-Man kiss, holding you there as long as you let him.

Six seconds later, you pull away from Miles and give him a confused look.

“I’m totally not complaining, but what was that for?”

Miles closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before looking back up at you. “I like you a lot, Y/n…”

“So your mom wasn’t trying to trick me?”

“SHE TOLD YOU I LIKE YOU?!”

“Yeah?”

“Ignore her from now on.”

“I did, that’s why we’re having this moment so late.”

“Does that mean you like me too?”

“Mhm.”

Miles smiles awkwardly. “Cool.”

You give him a pat on the cheek and resume watching the film.

He breaks the silence again a little while later.

“…That lip scrub tasted good, didn’t it?”

You giggle and peck his lips again. Before the movie was over, you both had fallen asleep.

BONUS:

The following morning when you woke up before Miles, you checked your Instagram and found a surprise waiting for you.

#lovekaia #kaiaxmarvel #mcu #marvel #miles morales #miles morales x reader #miles morales x black!reader #black coded reader #spiderman #spiderman into the spiderverse #itsv #spiderman across the spiderverse #atsv #smau #sony animation #prowler miles #atsv x reader

442 notes · View notes

vodika-vibes · 2 months

Note

*slides $100 in a monopoly money over*

You got any sub!crosshair and Dom!reader smut in the back?

We Could Be More pt II

Summary: Recently defected from the Empire, you and Crosshair struggle to make ends meet while you cross the galaxy looking for a safe place to call home. At least you have each other.

Pairing: TBB Crosshair x F!Reader

Word Count: 1766

Warnings: Smut, oral M!receiving, Dom/Sub dynamics, reader is a gentle dom, Crosshair swears when getting laid

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: *accepts the money and slides this fic across the table* So, I decided to make this request a sequel to We Could Be More, since it seems to fit. I hope you like it! So this story (which is probably going to have a third part) is basically Crosshair and Reader falling in love and finding their happy ending. Why do I keep doing this to myself with Crosshair?

“I can’t believe you managed to talk that hack into buying the tie fighter,” You say as you offer Crosshair half of the sandwich you bought from a nearby stand.

“I didn’t sell it,” Crosshair counters, taking the sandwich gratefully, “I traded it for a better ship.”

“Better how?” You ask, as you take a sip of your grape drink.

“Well it comes with a droid-”

You release a happy gasp.

“-a protocol droid.” Crosshair continues, a small grin crossing his face as you wilt, “It’s the ship's pilot. It also has a proper kitchen and a bedroom.”

“Oh thank kriff,” You mutter under your breath.

“What, you didn’t like sleeping in the chairs?”

You scrunch up your nose at him, “Not in the slightest.” You finish your half of the sandwich, “I suppose we need to buy food now?”

“Already taken care of. That guy was way too happy to get his hands on a TIE fighter.”

“Mm, probably part of the rebellion.” You muse thoughtfully.

“Not our problem.” Crosshair warns, “We’re not getting involved.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know.” You toss your trash into a nearby can, and fold your arms over your stomach, “So, how are we going to afford to keep this ship?”

“Bounty Hunting.”

“Cross.”

“I know, I know. But it’s what I’m good at. And at least this way I get to pick my targets.” He points out. Crosshair quickly finishes his sandwich and tosses his trash as well, “In any event, it’s time for us to get off this planet and move on.”

“Where to?”

“Salesman said Takodana. He said that we can get help there.”

“Help?”

“That’s what he said. I figure it won’t hurt to check it out.”

“Your call.” You shrug, “If you think it’s safe then it probably is.”

He smirks at you, before he kisses the tip of your nose, “You’re too trusting.”

“It’s you, Cross.” You counter with a roll of your eyes.

“Mm.” He glances at you, a sly smile on his lips, “I don’t suppose you want to spend one more night in the hotel? For a repeat of last night?”

“Maker, don’t you have an off switch?”

“Yeah, it’s located in my dick, you have to suck really hard-” You punch him in the shoulder and he laughs.

“You’re a pig.”

“You weren’t saying that last night.” He says smugly.

“I…don’t recall.”

“So my dick was so good that you have no memory of it. Sounds like you need a repeat.” Crosshair muses as he drapes his arm over your shoulder and directs you towards the port where the new ship is waiting.

“Sounds like wishful thinking on your part.”

“Ooh, I’m hurt.” His grip tightens around your shoulder.

“Cross-” You murmur, your gaze flickering to the Stormtroopers harassing a shopkeeper further down the street.

“I see them. Keep walking. They haven’t noticed us.”

“...so much for a repeat at the hotel,” You quip with a small smile as you lean against him.

“Eh, we have our own bed now.” Crosshair replies, he keeps the stormtroopers in his sights right up until you climb the ramp onto the new ship, and only then does he start to relax.

He heads into the cockpit to give directions to the droid, while you poke through the rest of the ship. The kitchen is fully stocked, and the bedroom is clean and the bed even has fresh linens on them. More surprisingly, the closet is full of clothes. Actual, properly fitting, clothes.

“Surprise.”

You blink at him, “What’s all this?”

“The Fighter was worth a lot more than this ship. So with the extra I got all of this.”

“...how do you know what size bra I wear?”

“I spend a lot of time staring at your tits, kitten.”

You grin at him, “Honestly, it’s almost like you’re only using me for my body or something.”

“Eh, the rest of you isn’t terrible. But I really like your tits. And your ass.” Crosshair tilts his head to look at you, “That bother you?”

“Nope. I do have an amazing chest after all.”

“Alright, little miss modest,” Crosshair says, sounding deeply amused, “We’re taking off in the next fifteen.”

You hum a response as you pick through the clothes to see what he picked out for you.

“Does it all meet your approval?” He asks sarcastically.

“It does! Well done.” You pause when Crosshair inhales sharply, and you turn your speculative gaze towards him.

“Right, well…I’m going to go make sure the clanker doesn’t kark up our departure-”

You cross the room and lightly pinch the material of his shirt between two fingers, and Crosshair doesn’t pull away from you. “Cross,” Your voice is light, and he seems to curl in around you, “I want you to take this off, please.”

“...and why should I do that, kitten?” Crosshair asks, his voice low and raspy.

Your smile is small and peaceful, “Because I asked you nicely.”

He leans in slightly, “Maybe don’t ask so nice next time?”

Your eyes glitter with mirth, “Cross, take it off.”

“Why?”

“Because good soldiers follow orders,” You tease, “And you are a good soldier, aren’t you?”

Crosshair groans, “That shouldn’t be half as hot as it is.”

He steps further into the room and allows the door to slam shut behind him, before he peels his shirt off and tosses it to the side. You smooth your hands across his chest, lightly tracing the scars and tattoos that cover his skin. “Lay down please?”

It’s a soft request. Gentle. Just like everything else about you, but you have a feeling that Crosshair will treat it as an order.

And you’re right.

Crosshair settles himself in the middle of the bed, with his head resting on the pillows. His dark gaze trails over your body, and he tucks his arms under his head. “What’s the plan, kitten?” He asks.

“I’m going to taste you,” You reply immediately, “And then I’ll go from there.” You settle yourself on the bed next to him, and slowly unfasten his pants, giving him the chance to refuse you.

“You gonna take any of your clothes off?” He asks, as you lower his pants enough that his half hard cock bounces free.

“Hm…maybe. If you’re good.”

Crosshair watches you with half lidded eyes, “You don’t have to be so gentle, kitten. You’re not going to break me.”

You duck your head, a small smile on your lips, “I like being gentle with you, Cross.” You drag a single finger down the side of his cock, hard now that you’re touching him. “You deserve a little gentle.” And then you wrap your hand around him fully and give him a lazy stroke.

“Kriff-” His hips twitch at your touch.

Gently, very gently, you press your free hand against his hip, “Lie still, Cross.” He releases a second curse but stills his hips. You favor him with a warm smile, “Good boy, you follow orders so well.”

His head falls back with a low groan, and you can see the muscle flexing in his arms, “Motherkarking…-how are you so good at this?” He demands.

You just smile at him, “Would you like me to stop?”

“No I do not want you to karking stop you-” He trails off when you slowly raise your eyebrows, “I’m not going to beg you, kitten.”

“I would never ask you to,” You continue to languidly pump your hand, “I just want you to feel good.”

He releases a shaky breath, “I assume there’s more to this than just ‘lie still’.”

“You don’t get to touch me until after I’ve made you cum. That’s the only other condition.”

“At all?”

“At all.”

He flashes a cocky smirk, “Easy.”

“Well, we’ll see won’t we?”

With that said, you turn your gaze back to his leaking cock. He’s long and thick, though you’re not sure how he’d compare to other men. Honestly, you don’t much care, because he’s perfect for you.

You lower your head and lightly lick the precum from the head of his cock. His groan sounds like music to your ears, and you decide that you want to hear as many noises as he can make.

You wrap your lips around him and slowly start bobbing your head.

There’s no need to rush, after all. Plus, you’re still new at this.

He’s warm and heavy in your mouth, with a taste that you’ve come to associate with Crosshair over the last couple of days. Slowly you ease more and more of him into your mouth, using your hands to massage the part that you can’t quite take yet.

Above you he’s groaning, and alternating curses and praises.

You can feel the muscles of his thighs flexing under you, and you’re touched. Crosshair is so much stronger than you, the fact that he’s willingly going along with this is…incredibly empowering.

And incredibly arousing.

You pull back slightly when Crosshair groans your name, though you keep him in your mouth as you work him over with your hands.

He groans low in the back of his throat as you push him over the edge. You make sure to swallow every drop, and you don’t pull away from him until he’s spent.

“How was that?” you ask, a little shyly.

Crosshair drops his arms from under his head as he starts to catch his breath, “Incredibly, incredibly hot.” He finally says.

You smile slightly proud, “You didn’t mind?”

“If I did, it wouldn’t have gotten as far as it did, kitten.” He shifts and kicks his pants off the bed, and then turns his gaze towards you, “Come here.”

You slide up the bed so that you’re closer, and then you squeak when he quickly tugs you across his chest, his lips crashing against yours. He quickly tugs your clothes off and tosses them to the side, before immediately sliding one of his hands down to massage your ass, pulling a startled squeak from your lips.

“Kitten,” He murmurs as he breaks the kiss, “I want you to sit on my face-”

Your face flames with flustered embarrassment, and Crosshair smirks.

“And then I’m going to fuck you into the mattress.”

You pull away to press your flaming face against his chest.

“And after that, I’m going to show you how to be a proper Dom, Princess.” He coos in your ear, “Your way is very hot, I want to show you my way.”

You peek up at him, a small smile on your lips, “Okay.”

His smirk grows into a grin, “Good girl.”

#star wars #tbb #tbb crosshair x reader #crosshair x reader #18+ fic #clone thirsting #smut #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic #answered asks

124 notes · View notes

friendship-ditch · 2 months

Note

Katniss x reader where r is coins daughter?

Anywhere

(Katniss Everdeen x Fem Reader) ❀

Summary: Being the daughter of President Coin herself, you have a bit more freedom than others to do what you want. And after meeting District 13's newcomer, Katniss Everdeen, you use that freedom to make her feel at home.

Warnings/Notes: None! Also, I loved this request, thanks for sending it!

Word Count: 3240

“Then you should’ve saved Peeta.”

You heard the unfamiliar, angry voice from far down the hall, echoing off the metallic walls. It was cut off by someone else speaking, and then the sound of a door slamming open.

Right when you reached the end of the hall, you collided with her.

She smacked into you and then jumped back, clearly just as startled as you were. She wasn’t from around here, that was for sure.

Her District 13 attire was new and hung loosely from her thin, underfed body. Her dark hair was borderline out of control and she had this distinct smell of forests and nature that you’d never known below ground.

She stared at you through eyes that were a grayish blue, teary, and hollow in a way, then she stalked off in the direction of the elevator. Boggs hurried out of the room on her trail seconds afterward.

Once they’d both disappeared down the hallway, you waited a moment and then stepped into the meeting room.

You saw Beetee off to the side, thinking over his own problems in his intelligent mind, and on the other side of the table were the man you’d come to know as Plutarch, and President Coin, who you would usually just call ‘Mom.’

“Who was that?” You asked, casting a side glance to the doorway and reimagining that girl.

“That–that was Katniss Everdeen.” Plutarch responded as he stood up. “Our Mockingjay.”

“She is not fit to be the Mockingjay,” snapped Coin as she turned in her chair to face you. She gave you a soft smile that didn’t meet her eyes and then looked over her shoulder at Plutarch. “That girl is broken. She does not feel at home here. She has nobody. She’s been destroyed by the games.”

You watched the two converse quietly. This had happened a lot in the past few days, you hadn’t seen this much activity down here in ages. Your mother, of course, denied letting you help, but Plutarch seemed to notice your willingness as he suddenly looked at you.

“Then let's make her feel at home.” He said, meeting your eyes with a smile. “Y/n?”

You blinked in surprise. “You want me to be her friend?”

“No.” Coin interrupted before any sort of plan could be made. “Y/n, I appreciate your willingness to help, but it’s not necessary. Katniss Everdeen, as brave as she may have been before, is a fire burnt out. We will find somebody capable to take the job.”

You scowled.

There were two sides to your mother; the kind, caring and gentle one that you’d come to know best as had the District, and the super controlling one that grew bitter when things spiraled in a direction that was not hers. You were the only thing that could roam wild without much more than a sigh, and you used that to your advantage, often.

“She’s my age.” You sat on the edge of the table. “I could be her friend, then maybe she’d trust us more.” You’d heard of Katniss, heard of what she’d done, and seen her multiple times on the TV, you just couldn’t recognize her now. But now that the idea was in your head… you wanted to get to know her. “You can’t just give up on her.”

“Your daughter is right, Madam President.” Plutarch flashed you a quick smile. “Katniss has built too many walls and her fire has no oxygen, we just need somebody to break them down, then we can reignite her.”

You silently rolled your eyes at the amount of analogies being used but turned to your mother with insistent eyes, silently begging her to agree. You could use a new friend, and it sure looked like Katniss could too.

Coin looked between the two of you with narrowed eyes, and then she heaved that heavy sigh that usually meant she had no choice but to agree.

“Okay.” She said slowly, reaching to grab your hand. “You’ll only have a few days, at least to convince her to work with us. We’re running out of time.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You assured her with a big grin. “How hard could it be?”

Coin just squeezed your hand and nodded with a tentative expression.

You found out a few hours later that it was much harder than you thought, even just to find this Katniss. She was elusive, as if she didn’t exist at all.

You eventually resorted to finding Primrose, her sister, who told you where she’d be: her living quarters. She hardly ever left them unless dragged out.

“Hello?” You peered into the room, scanning for some sort of dark shape, a body sunken into rough gray clothing, a face hidden behind untamed hair. When you finally saw her sitting in the corner, it was as if your heart skipped a beat.

Katniss stared at you like a cornered stray, nose wrinkled and eyes narrowed. She didn’t speak or move, almost like a rock.

“I’m uh, I’m Y/n.” You stammered. Had this been a mistake? You were too far in to back down now. “You’re Katniss, right?”

The rock of a girl stared back at you. “What does it matter?” Her voice was grave, grumpy. Adjusting to District 13 wasn’t very easy for anyone from the surface but she was clearly struggling harder than most.

“I’m your…” you bit your lip, thinking of something to say, “tour guide. Yeah, your tour guide, of District 13. Formally sent by President Coin herself.”

The lie, as stupid as it was, seemed to intrigue her ever so slightly as she sat up a little straighter.

“What?”

Okay, maybe she wasn’t that accepting of the idea yet.

“They figured that if you got to know the place a little bit better, you could maybe feel more at home here.” You explained, finally stepping fully into the room. “Boggs was going to do it, but they thought maybe if I, someone your age, did, you’d feel better.”

“Nothing will make me feel better. And nothing will make this feel like home.” Katniss muttered with a heavy sigh.

She seemed to regret the bitterness of her words though as she turned to look at you once more, her tone softer. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright.” You shrugged. Back still pressed into the wall, you took a step closer to her. “I’d.. probably be the same way if I was in your situation. I understand that District 13 is not the coziest place in the world, but once you get used to it, it’s not too bad.”

“Do you ever see the sun?” Katniss stiffly stood up as if her body really was made of rocks.

You paused. “I do, a lot more than the others do.”

Sneaking up to the surface was a forbidden practice but you’d found a way up and didn’t tell anyone else. It’s not like your mother would care anyway, she was often too busy to inflict any punishments on you.

“But sometimes we go up in big groups, when the weather is nice.” You add. “We’re not complete cave dwellers. Of course, there are some that are scared of the surface, but it’s not taboo.”

Katniss slowly approached you now. She towered over you by a few inches but her stature was uneasy. “They seem very strict down here.”

“They are.” You shrugged and opened the door for her. “But, you’re special, so that doesn’t matter.”

“Special?” She followed you into the hallway. “I’m not special… if anything, I'm taking up more space.”

This drew a spurt of laughter from your lips and a surprised expression on her face.

“You’re like a legend down here.” You chuckled. “Most citizens will probably ignore you, but everybody knows who you are. And then there are people like Plutarch and my mom who you’re really important to, even if they won’t admit it.”

“Your mom?” Katniss seemed surprised by this. “Who’s your mom?”

“That’s not important.”

She scrunched her nose. “Come on, tell me.”

The banter brought a small smile to your face. You were breaking through to her, slowly, but surely.

“I’ll give you a hint. You know her.”

“I know a lot of people.”

“But not a lot of people down here.”

Katniss groaned. She followed you into the elevator and leaned into the wall. “I hardly know anybody down here.”

You shrugged, smirking a little at her sudden annoyance. Once the two of you landed on the floor you wanted, you showed her the cafeteria, and then took a left down another seemingly endless hallway in this metallic maze.

“Think through the people you do know.”

“Are you sure I know her?”

“Very. She told me she met you.” Guiding her up a staircase tucked away to the side, you showed her some of the meeting rooms and offices in the government wing.

Katniss bit her lip and studied you, looking at your features intently and trying to piece it together. You didn’t look like anybody…

“One more hint.”

“The grayest person you’ve ever seen.”

Bingo. Katniss stopped and stared.

“President Coin?”

You grinned and whirled to face her. “No, I’m y/n Coin.”

If Katniss’s jaw wasn’t attached to her head, it would’ve fallen off. She stared at you for a few moments, then shook off the shock. She’d been friends with the Mayor's daughter back home, this wasn’t any different. But still…

“You seem shocked.” You observed teasingly.

Katniss’s pale face flushed a little and she quietly followed you down the hall once more. “Sorry. I just.. I don’t know, she doesn’t seem like the type of person to have children. At least… not ones around my age.”

You laughed softly. “Well, I’m not her.. biological daughter. She had one that was a few years older than me, but she died a little while back in an epidemic, so did my Dad.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Katniss’s shock softened into sympathy. “I couldn’t imagine losing my sister…”

“It’s alright. She was kind of an asshole.” You smiled weakly. “It hit my mother much harder than it hit me, though.”

Katniss solemnly nodded and the two of you walked in a gentle silence before she spoke again. “I lost my dad too.”

“It sucks, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

The two of you exchanged a knowing glance, both silently acknowledging the quiet bond that was forming between you. It was something both of you had been lacking for a while, but it felt good.

Maybe she could be your friend.

You just smiled gently at her and continued to walk. “Well, we’re still here.”

“Yeah…” Katniss’s voice trailed off as she nodded once more. She fiddled with a small black pearl as the two of you walked through the empty hall. “Where… are we going anyway?”

“Somewhere cool.”

“I don’t really like surprises.”

“You’ll like this one.” You assured her, approaching an old door. The lock had been busted years ago and was covered in rust. You flashed Katniss a grin and then nudged the door open and entered.

Inside was a huge, abandoned control room. There were rows of platforms and forgotten machines left behind. Half of the lights didn’t work but you’d been repairing them slowly, making them warmer, homier.

The room looked as if it went on forever through the darkness around the edges.

A few personal items were scattered around too, some cushions off to one side, some no-light flowers growing in some pots and some other little knick-knacks you preferred to hide rather than keep in your living quarters.

Katniss looked around in awe, her eyes chasing up the metal walls to the tall ceiling. District 13 was impressive in itself, but this was even better. This was a place that had been inhabited by humans, not the militaristic machines that roamed these halls.

“What is this place?” Her voice echoed through the quiet air.

“It was an old mission control room. The old president had most things run here, but after my mom took over, they moved closer to the center of the bunker.” You explained, turning on a few more scattered lights you’d set around to keep out the shadows. “But now, it’s my hideout.”

Katniss looked at you with the warmest smile you’d seen on her cold stone face yet, and you knew you were making progress.

The two of you spent hours in this hideout, talking, laughing, and seemingly forgetting about everything else that lay outside these walls. It was something you’d both desperately needed and when you left, you felt like real friends.

Even President Coin and Plutarch were surprised by the changes in Katniss. She was still a little uneasy about being the Mockingjay, but you’d convinced her and supported her through it.

After Katniss and her team went to District 12, you bid her goodbye and were going to work when your mother called you aside.

She looked at you, her gray eyes studying your face as if searching for an answer to a question nobody had ever asked, until she finally spoke.

“Katniss seems a lot happier.”

“Yeah, she does.” You smiled, sitting across from her. “I’m glad she is. She’s been through so much, and I know she misses Peeta, but–”

“You seem happier too.”

“I do?”

Coin nodded, leaning towards you a little. Her hand clasped yours gently and she tilted her head, long, perfect hair falling into her face a little.

“I haven’t seen you this happy in ages.” A rare smile softly spread across her lips. “I know I haven’t been around a lot for you either, but… I haven’t seen you this happy since your father died. It’s really nice.” She never said his name, nor the name of your sister, the words were too painful for her, made her feel weak. You would’ve yelled at her for that in the past but now it didn’t really matter. You understood in a way, you couldn’t imagine losing…

“I just don’t want you to get hurt.” Coin finally said after a long pause. “We don’t know how long this rebellion is going to last, how long she’s going to be here, what will happen after–”

“What are you talking about?” You frowned in confusion.

“I know you care about Katniss, a lot,” she said in a lower voice, “maybe you even love her…”

Love her? You hadn’t thought about it like that before… You didn’t love Katniss, you couldn’t.

But yet you thought about it anyway; how she’d sneak out past curfew and into your room after a nightmare so you could cuddle and lull her back to sleep, how during her propaganda filmings you were always right there and supporting her, how she told you everything, how dearly she missed her friend Peeta, stories from District 12, even the things she’d never spoken before… and you’d done the same.

Your mother watched the realization dawn on your expression with a calm face. She squeezed your hand gently and then reached to nudge hair out of your face.

“You knew? For… for how long?” You stammered.

She chuckled softly. “Of course I knew. I knew since you first agreed to be her friend.”

You blushed a little and looked away, embarrassed your mother had figured this out before you, but she gently turned your face back in her direction.

“I’m okay with it, if it makes you happy.” Coin whispered softly. “But I really don’t want you to get hurt. You have to understand that. I’ll do everything I can to make you happy, but… I don’t know, I’m just worried.”

Your heart swelled in your chest and you leaned into her hand with a smile. “I know. I know you’ll always worry about me… but I think it will be okay.”

“I do too.”

“Thank you.” You whispered softly. “Really, thank you.”

The stark president, and your loving mother, chuckled softly again and nodded. “Of course, y/n.” She murmured, then glanced at the clock on the wall. “I believe the team will have returned by now, if you want to talk to her.”

You were about to run off, then stopped. “Actually, I have an idea.”

Later that night, once the sun had set, you’d convinced Plutarch to send Katniss to the surface for… some sort of reason, you’d left that up to him.

And when Katniss arrived back in the soft dirt of the forest, she found a trail of your flowers. She picked each one up and followed the trail until she finally found the second surprise she’d ever love.

You’d set up a small little area in the middle of the forest; lights were strung from tree to tree, flowers were practically everywhere, and there was some actual edible looking food set out on a blanket for the both of you.

You were sitting at the edge of the shadows, watching softly.

When Katniss saw you, her new bouquet in her hands, she just stared at you. Her gray eyes were dark in the night but they were on you, waiting for you to say something.

“Hi.” You stuttered, meeting her in the middle of the clearing. “I uhm… I would’ve invited you here myself, but I was busy setting up and–”

“How did you do this?” Katniss looked around in awe, just as she had at your hideout. You kept pleasantly surprising her and she was more enthralled every time. “And… why..?”

“I’m the President's daughter, I can get away with a lot.” You grinned, fighting the stampede in your chest. “And because… I don’t know how long you’re going to be here, or how long this is going to last, so I have to say it now.” You took a shaky breath. “I love you, Katniss.. I really do. I know I sound insane and all but–”

Katniss cut you off with a soft kiss.

When she pulled away, she was smiling, and crying. Hot tears dribbled down her face and the hand not holding the bouquet was trying to wipe them away but it was futile.

“I love you too.” Katniss whispered softly, voice breaking. She’d never said those words before, not like this, but she wanted to say them forever and ever now.

And you would listen to every single one. You smiled and cupped her face gently.

“You’ve made me feel safe here, feel like… I’m not alone.” Katniss whispered through her tears. She smiled pathetically at her emotions and tried to wipe them away again. “I-I never thought anything would make me trust District 13, but you’re here and… and I love you, so much.”

“I don’t care where you are, or what you’re doing, I’m always going to love you too.” You whispered with the same teary smile. You pulled her into a tight hug, that once rock of a girl now human, and yours. She buried her face into your neck, gently dropping the flowers so she didn’t squish them.

“I don’t know what will happen after the war, but I want to be with you.” You continued softly into her ear, feeling her squeeze you tightly. “I’ll go anywhere with you.”

“I’d be… anywhere that you are.”

“Really..?”

“Of course.”

Katniss lifted her head back up, face red and streaked with salty tears, but her smile was beaming now. She looked into your loving eyes and then kissed you once more.

#I actually loved writing this one so much thank you for this request #the hunger games #catching fire #the mockingjay #katniss everdeen #katniss everdeen x reader #katniss everdeen x fem!reader #katniss everdeen x you #x reader #alma coin #I made coin nice because even if it was fake in the movie she was kind to katniss there for a bit and i feel like she'd actually really car #for her daughter

93 notes · View notes

rustingcat · 7 months

Text

Chapter 1 Wild

"It's here!"

Lena was not prepared for the sudden gust of wind that blew through her window. While Kara did drop to greet her through the big balcony on her foundation's office every once in a while, she would usually get a heads up and a quick knock on the glass before entering her space. That was not the case today. Kara simply burst in like a wild blur, as she continued to zip around the office with uncontrollable excitement.

"Kara! Kara please," she begged her friend to calm down. "What is here?"

"This!" Kara dropped a small piece of paper on her desk and stepped back. Her smile was too big to be contained, her body practically vibrating from excitement.

Lena picked up the paper to study it. She could see why Kara got so excited, her own wide smile spread across her face as she read the very formal invitation for the wedding of Nia Nal and Querl Dox.

Kara raised her hands in celebration while making an unintelligible happy sound, somehow biting both lips as she looked like a kid that just found a secret door to a land made of candy.

Lena found herself easily laughing from both the display and the excitement. She was truly happy for their friends, but there was also something just so contagious in Kara’s pure happiness.

"Kara, it's still a few months away," Lena chuckled, putting the invitation back on the table.

"Yeah but the gift is important. What did you bring to Kelly and Alex?"

"Money. They did not complain." Lena smiled back at her.

"That’s boring. With everything that they went through they deserve all the happiness. We need to figure out the best gift!" Kara announced as she dramatically fell onto Lena's office couch.

"We?" Lena asked with a raised brow.

"I mean, we can brainstorm together, and have the best gift out of everyone."

"It's not a competition, Kara." Lena chuckled. She rose up from her chair to join Kara on the couch.

"I know, but still." Kara's smile did that thing that Lena adored, where it squinted around the mouth as if she was trying and failing to contain it.

"You have something in mind, don't you?" Lena guessed.

"Sort of? Brainy chose to be with Nia. He made that choice, but he still worries about the future and the big brain." Kara started explaining.

"Do you have a solution for that?" Not that she had any doubts about her friend's intelligence, yet she couldn't really keep the astonishment out of her voice.

"Maybe? I thought about what we know of the big brain and the future and it reminded me of Nia's descendent. Suddenly, it was so obvious!"

"What did you figure out? And what does Nia's descendent have to do with it?"

"Have I ever told you about the Birthing Matrix?" Kara's face turned more focused, like the playfulness from before disappeared in an instant.

"No?" Lena couldn't say she heard the phrase before.

"It's the method Kryptonians used to procreate. All you need is a DNA sample for the machine and any couple can create an offspring. You could even tamper with the generic code to affect their appearance, natural affinities and so on."

"Sounds revolutionary. A machine like that could change everything. Every woman who's afraid or incapable of child birth, same sex couples who want a child of their own, and infertility problems or problematic genetic mutations. Kara, this could be huge!"

"I know. But it could also be dangerous if it’s not properly controlled." Kara said more seriously than before.

Lena nodded in understanding. Giving parents a potential way to control their child's life even before they are born in such a way could lead to terrible things, not to mention the potentially dangerous plans the military could have for such program. "You said tamper with the genetic code, do you want to use it on some of Brainy's DNA?"

"Essentially yes. To try to create something organic that is not really a person so it could be sent to be fused with the big brain. And also for both of them. I know they want children, they said it before, and with this machine we can create a biological child for them! So Nia could have someone to pass on her dreamer abilities to."

"That's amazing and incredibly thoughtful." Lena smiled proudly. "We can certainly try to solve Brainy's genetic code, but do you have access to the machine? Is it still operational?"

"I'm afraid not, we might have to build one." Kara bit her lips, phrasing her sentence almost like a question.

"It could be quite a challenge, do you have the plans?" Lena felt the scientist in her getting wild with anticipation, she understood Kara's excitement from the prospect. Or at least thought she might.

"No. But I know where to get them." Kara smiled.

"Oh?" Lena raised a playful eyebrow.

"Fancy a trip to space?"

Read it on ao3:)

#here we goooooo #supercorptober #supercorptober2023 #supercorp #supergirl #kara danvers #lena luthor #art #my art #my fic

157 notes · View notes

nyoomfruits · 5 months

Note

PLEASE ELLIE

du bist mein schultenbrau

Tell me!! 🤍😂

ITS SO DUMB ITS JUST THE WORKING TITLE for everyone super confused by the context, the title is from this banger of a dutch après ski hit the title has mostly nothing to do with the fic except lando and oscar go on a ski trip in the winter break because oscar was supposed to go with his gf but she broke up with him and lando's like 'i'll go with you' and they spend a whole week on a super romantic couples ski trip As Bros (who fall in love. obviously) anyway thats a terrible explanation here's the first two opening scenes that actually set up the plot perfectly lmao:

Max texts Lando on one of this last days in the MTC, right before winter break is supposed to start. Lando doesn’t even notice at first, spending most of his time in and out of meetings, filming a few last minute promo vids. When he does notice, he sighs, annoyed, a little disappointed.

“Hm?” Oscar says, from across the table, where he’s slouched down in one of the office chairs, scrolling through his own phone.

“Max cancelled our trip,” Lando says, dropping his phone down on his thigh and staring up at the ceiling as he contemplates his options. He could go visit his parents, maybe. Maybe other Max and Martijn wanted to hang out for a bit.

“Verstappen?” Oscar asks, without glancing up from his phone. He’s been quiet all day, more quiet than usual. There’s a downward pitch to his mouth, bags under his eyes. Lando gets it, maybe. It’s been a long season, and even though they ended on a high note, he can understand the exhaustion. He’s feeling it himself, the aftereffects of months of giving it his all. It’s why he’d been looking forward to this trip so much.

“Fewtrell. We were going to the Maldives. But now his girlfriend wants to go visit her family, so.” He tries not to sound bitter about it. He gets it. She hardly gets to see him as it is, and it’s not like Max owes him anything.

He’d just really been looking forward to it.

“Can you cancel?” Oscar asks. He’s put his phone down, and he’s looking at Lando now, the way he always does. Like there’s nothing else in the world more worth looking at than Lando. It had unnerved Lando a little, in the beginning, until he’d realized that’s just how Oscar looks at people. Or, well, he assumes that’s just how Oscar looks at people. He’s never really been able to test this theory, but it makes sense, so. It’s probably true.

“Yeah,” Lando says. “Full deposit back and everything. Still. Rather be on a beach.”

Oscar snorts. “Luckier than me, then.”

“Why?” Lando asks, frowning, wondering if he’s forgetting something.

“I was supposed to go to this ski resort with Lily. But now. Well.” He looks pained, and when Lando sends him a confused look, he adds. “We, uh. We broke up. So.”

“Ah,” Lando says. So maybe it hadn’t all been exhaustion, then. “I’m sorry.”

Oscar shrugs, but his mouth is still pitched down and he’s not looking at Lando, instead focusing on his hands, where he’s fiddling with his phone. “It’s okay. It just wasn’t working out anymore. For either of us. But uh. Yeah. Still sucks. Plus I can’t get my deposit back, so now I either go on this stupid ski trip alone, which is just sad, or I just lose the money.”

Technically, Oscar could probably afford to lose the money. He’s rich enough. But it’s the principal of the thing. Also, Oscar still has that sad puppy look on his face and it’s pulling at Lando’s heart a little bit. It’s the only excuse he has for blurting out. “I’ll go with you.”

“Oh,” Oscar says, looking up, surprised.

“Yeah,” Lando says, thinking about it a little more seriously. “Yeah, why not? Teammate bonding outside of the season. It’ll be good for us. Plus, it solves both of our problems. You don’t lose the money and you don’t look like a sad sack of shit in front of all those fancy ski people, and I get to go on a vacation after all. Win win.”

“I mean,” Oscar says, and he seems to actually consider it now. “It’s no beach.”

Lando shrugs. “Bet the gin and tonics still taste roughly the same,” he says, and Oscar laughs, one of those full body things where he folds in half with the force of it. The joke’s not that funny, but it’s the happiest he’s seen Oscar all day, so he’ll take it.

“Sure,” Oscar says. “Why not. Let’s go.”

It isn’t until Lando’s standing in the door opening of their little cabin for the weekend, backpack hanging off one shoulder and suitcase at his feet, that he realizes how intimate this is. He should’ve guessed, maybe. Oscar had said it was a trip he’d booked for him and his girlfriend, so. He doesn’t know what he was expecting, perse. But this is. It’s small. It’s cozy. There’s a fireplace.

“Lando, I don’t want to rush you, mate, but it’s like minus ten out here and I’m not wearing my ski jacket yet,” Oscar says, from somewhere behind him, a noticeable shiver in his voice.

“Right, yeah, sorry,” Lando says, moving further into the cabin, dragging his luggage with him. Lando had flown in from Monaco, fresh off celebrating New Year’s with his friends. Oscar had flown in from London, and Lando’s pretty sure he spend both Christmas and New Year’s alone. It shouldn’t tug at his heart strings as much as it does, probably.

Oscar makes his way inside, dumping his suitcase by the couch and looking around. “Quaint,” he settles on.

“All right, big fancy words man,” Lando says, rolling his eyes. “Please tell me you know how to make a fire, it’s fucking freezing in here.”

“I do, actually,” Oscar says, beelining for the fireplace while Lando wanders further into the cabin, darkly muttering ‘of course you do’.

The living room is massive, with a giant L shaped couch in front of the fireplace, and big open windows looking out over the beautiful snowy landscape outside. To the left, there’s an open archway to a kitchen and dining room, and to the right are two doors. One, upon opening it, turns out to lead to a pretty decently sized bathroom. The other-

“Oscar,” Lando says, frowning a little. “Are you aware there’s only one bed?”

“What?” Oscar says, looking up from where he’s fidgeting with something in the fireplace. Lando doesn’t say anything, just holds open the bedroom door and gestures at the frankly giant bed. “Oh, yeah,” he says, looking a little forlorn. “I mean. Yeah. When I booked it- Well. They didn’t have any cabins with single beds, so.” He shrugs a little bashfully. “I’ll uh, take the couch. It’s big enough.”

And he looks so small, and so sad, crouched in front of the fire, shoulders slightly hunched over, that tired, sad expression back on his face, and goddamnit. “Don’t be ridiculous,” Lando says, closing the door resolutely and going to grab his luggage. “We’ll share.”

“But-“ Oscar shares, and behind him, there seems to have appeared an actual fire in the fireplace. Lando raises an impressed eyebrow.

“No. We’ll share. It’s fine, the bed is giant. I think we’d be sleeping closer together if they had given us separate beds, that’s how big it is,” Lando says, grabbing his bags and making his way back to the bedroom.

“Okay,” Oscar says, but he doesn’t look so sad anymore, smiling a little at Lando’s dumb little joke, and that’s. Lando will take that, if anything.

“So,” Lando says, flopping down on the giant couch after he’s managed to ditch all of their luggage. “What’s the plan for tonight?”

#landoscar #twinklaren #mctwinks #will this ever see the light of day #probably not #i wasn't feeling The Dynamic #spend a whole week writing a restaurant scene that never felt quite right and then gave up #anyway #snippet

77 notes · View notes

jmojellybae · 2 years

Text

I Should Be So Lucky

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader x Nancy Wheeler (Established Robin x Reader relationship)

Word count: 10.9k (oops)

Summary: Nancy has been single for a while. You and Robin offer her something that she’s been missing.

CW: SMUT 18+. Threesome! Kissing. Making out. Pet names. Praising. Thigh riding. Robin watches. Masturbation. Overstimulation. Fingering (All receiving) Oral (all receiving) Robin is the ultimate giver.

AN: This was difficult to write so I apologize for any mistakes. The ending is rushed because I just wanted to finish I’m sorry. Also Barb is alive and well and dated Nancy for a while because I said so!

Masterlist

🎶enjoy my 80’s Robin playlist 🎶

🎶enjoy my 80’s Nancy playlist 🎶

“Holy hell. You guys really went overboard” A collection of various size shopping bags dangle from Robin’s hands. She trails behind you and Nancy as the three of you enter your house after a long day of shopping at Starcourt. “I feel like my arms are gonna fall off!”

You shake your head fondly and sigh. “Nobody told you to carry all of the bags babe.”

“Yea. You could have at least let me carry some of my own bags, Robin.” Nancy adds in with a teasing lilt.

“Ok first of all, I don’t mind, and second, I wasn’t gonna let you two carry these stupid things around the mall all day.” She grumbled, watching her feet as she makes her way up the stairs behind you.

“So chivalrous.” You swoon, and you and Nancy break out into giggles.

The three of you enter your room and Robin places the bags on your bed. Your bed sheets disappear under the huge haul. Maybe we did buy too much. You question yourself after seeing the spread before you.

“Thanks for doing the heavy lifting, Robin.” You lean up and kiss Robin’s cheek and she immediately goes red.

“S’no problem.” She mutters and rubs the back of her neck, her voice cracking a little at the end.

“Ugh you two are so cute it almost makes me sick.” Nancy says jokingly as she goes through the bags.

“Feeling left out, Wheeler?” Robin taunts. She takes a seat at your vanity and does a full body stretch against the back of the chair. Her shirt rises in the process and reveals her lower freckled stomach. You definitely don’t miss the way Nancy stared a little too long at Robin’s exposed skin. Interesting.

You keep any thoughts about that to yourself as you join Nancy at the bed to help her sort out the bags.

“W—well.” Nancy uncharacteristically stammers. “A little? I guess?”

You quirk an eyebrow at the admission. “If you wanted a kiss Nance, all you had to do was ask”. You cant help but continue the teasing. You’re too focused on Nancy’s growing blush and you find it amusing.

“Hey. Are we throwing around free kisses now?” Robin asks in her little corner of the room. She’s too preoccupied with rifling through all of your makeup to notice the way Nancy has turned crimson red.

“I—I didn’t mean it like that!” Nancy shakes her head and her tight, brunette curls bounce from the movement. “I meant…it’s just been a while since I’ve had anyone. You know? It sounds dumb actually.” She sounds embarrassed and you start to feel a little bad at your previous teasing.

“I get it, Nance. It’s been what? A year since you and Johnny boy called it quits?” You start to think about Nancy’s previous relationships. There was Barb, who Nancy dated for a while before Barb moved away to Oregon. Then there was Steve which ended amicably, and finally Jonathan, who moved away to California with his family. It’s the longest time you’ve seen Nancy single since you’ve known her.

“Sounds about right.” Nancy sighs and puts some of her shopping bags on the floor.

“So. Nobody has caught your eye yet?” You start to organize the bags too. You and Nancy work side by side separating your things.

Nancy snorts. “I mean sure, there’s been a couple of people but um. I guess sometimes I can come off a little—”

“Intimidating?” You and Robin speak at the same time. You look at Robin and grimace at each other. A silent conversation passes between you and your girlfriend. Why did we say that out loud?! You’re not trying to make Nancy feel bad but you aren’t helping either.

Nancy’s eyes go wide and she looks at you and then to Robin. Robin ducks her head and pretends to be extremely interested in a certain nail polish.

“Geez, you two really know how to cheer a girl up.” Nancy lets out a humorless laugh. She gets done separating her bags and puts them in a neat pile by your bedroom door, her shoulders sagging a bit.

“Sorry Nance, but it’s not a bad thing! You’re just… weeding out the weak!” You say trying to save face. It’s not entirely a lie though.

Nancy smiles sadly. “I guess that’s one way to look at it.”

Feeling like you desperately need to change the subject, you snatch a bag up from the bed and pull out a black blouse.

“Nancy, I need your help on this one.”

Nancy looks relieved at the topic change and walks over to you eyeing the blouse curiously.

“Oh. I didn’t see you try this one on.” She picks it up and smooths her hand over the material.

You shrug. “It was an impulse buy but I don’t think it suits me very well so I need your opinion. Robin isn’t any help because anything I put on she says I look great in.”

Robin, who’s taken the liberty of opening your red nail polish, is creating little doodles on her shoes. She’s sticking her tongue out slightly, hyper focused on her work. “What? You do look great in anything.” She says matter of fact.

You roll your eyes. “See?”

Nancy starts to laugh but it dies in her throat when you start taking off your shirt in front of her. Nancy stands frozen trying to look anywhere but your topless form. You toss your shirt on the bed and that gets the attention of Robin who starts to gawk at you. You take a mental note of Nancy visibly swallowing and of her wandering eyes.

You grab the blouse from Nancy’s still hands and slip it through your arms and turn away from her.

“Could you get the zipper?” You ask.

“Oh uh y—yea. Of course.” She shakes out of her trance.

Nancy’s fingers pinch the zipper and you feel her make contact with your skin. Her usual freezing cold hands are surprisingly warm. With your back turned, you’re now facing Robin. You give her a roguish wink and she returns the gesture with a dopey smile.

The room is so quiet that the sound of the zipper being pulled up is unnaturally loud. The tension that’s radiating from Nancy isn’t subtle anymore, and you wonder if Robin can sense it too.

“There!” Nancy retracts her hand quickly like the zipper was burning her.

You turn around and see that her face is flushed.

“Well?” You ask and step in the middle of the room giving a cute little twirl.

“You look great.” Robin says in a husky voice.

“I wasn’t asking you Robin.” You say playfully. You eye Nancy, expecting an answer. “Nance?”

“Oh! I mean— it looks amazing on you. It really shows off your— your features.” She gestures to your front. This time, she doesn’t attempt to hide her gaze. Her eyes drift to your chest. The material hugs your chest in just the right way.

“Yea. It isn’t too much?”

“Definitely not.” Nancy reassures, and gives you a smirk that makes your stomach do a little flip. What was that?

You hum and smile at Nancy’s approval. “I’ll keep it then.”

Nancy unzips you and you change back into your t-shirt. You gather the remainder of your bags and shove them in your closet, thinking that you can just deal with them later.

Robin taps a beat on the vanity table. Now that she’s done with her little art project and making a mess of your nail polish, she seems to be bored.

“So what’s next on the agenda ladies? Movie?” Robin proposes.

Nancy kicks off her kitten heels and makes herself comfortable on your bed. “As long as it’s not another horror movie. I couldn’t stand the last one you picked out, Robin.”

“What!?” Robin comically leaps from her chair. “Child’s Play was totally good!”

“I think I’m gonna agree with Nancy on this one.” You blurt out. Robin looks at you like you just committed the most heinous betrayal in history. “The doll was creepy!”

“That’s the point!” Robin says exasperated and sits back down with her arms crossed.

You and Nancy laugh and Robin deflates. You turn to Nancy and notice she’s pulling at the collar of her blouse, like she’s warm. It’s definitely not warm.

The wheels are turning in your brain as you attempt to recount the things you noticed from Nancy recently. Even before today, you’ve silently caught her looking at you and Robin in a flirtatious way. Robin was, of course, completely oblivious, but the stolen glances didn’t get past you. You didn’t think much of it. Nancy was your best friend and knew it was just harmless fun, but after hearing Nancy talk about how she feels lonely in the love department lately, it’s making more sense to you.

“Are you hot Nance?” You abruptly ask.

“Oh.” Nancy closes her eyes and has a look on her face like she has been caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to be doing. “Yea, a little I guess.” She attempts to smooth out her shirt.

“I’ll get you some water. Robin, wanna help me?” You turn to Robin’s who’s already picking at the drying nail polish on her shoe.

“Help you…get water?” She tilts her head like a confused puppy and you give her a lethal stare. Another silent conversation occurs between you two and her eyes go wide.

“Oh! Yea okay I’ll help you—” She chokes out. You’re already grabbing her arm before she can finish talking and drag her out of the room with you, leaving Nancy laying there on the bed blinking in confusion.

—

A few minutes later, you return with a glass of water for Nancy and put on the nightstand for her.

“One water with extra ice for table one.” You say amusingly. Nancy puts down the magazine she was reading and giggles.

“Why thank you.” Nancy picks up the glass and notices Robin rubbing her face nervously. “Is everything alright Robin?”

“Huh? Yea sure why wouldn’t it be?” Robin reclaims the vanity chair and leans back in it, her eyes wandering around the room.

Nancy looks like she wants to inquire further but is interrupted by you throwing yourself on the bed. Nancy bounces a little by the weight and almost spills her water.

“So. Nancy...” You start to say. You fiddle with a loose thread on the bed sheets thinking of how to phrase your next words. “Have you had any one night stands during your one year drought?”

Nancy almost spits out her water at the bluntness of your question. Yea, you could have definitely phrased that better. You and Robin can’t help but laugh at her reaction. She starts patting her chest in an attempt to keep from choking on the liquid.

“We’re back to this subject again?” Nancy clears her throat.

“Only if you want to be.” You smile reassuringly. You’re willing to back off immediately if Nancy said to.

“No. No I haven’t.” Nancy puts down her glass of water wary of whatever else you might throw at her. “I wouldn’t be like, super comfortable with the idea of sleeping with strangers anyway.” Her eyes dance between you and Robin.

“Yea? You lay down on your side with your elbow propped up supporting your head. Nancy curiously watches your every movement. “What about with friends?”

Nancy snorts in disbelief. She peeks a glance at Robin, who’s chewing on her lip and studying the two of you like a hawk. Nancy’s eyes go wide as she realizes the weight of your question.

“Wait, what are you asking?” Nancy’s voice starts to waver a little under your gaze.

You shrug your shoulders. “Just if you would sleep with your friends.” You answer nonchalantly.

Nancy gets more comfortable on the bed, mimicking your position and has that signature tiny smirk on her face. You can’t help but admire that little wrinkle that appears next to her mouth every time she smiles. “I don’t have many friends. So who, pray tell, are you referring to?” Nancy looks a little bit more relaxed than earlier and you smile at her playfulness.

“I don’t know Nance, you’ve got two pretty good looking friends right here in this room.” You gesture to yourself and then to Robin. Robin looks like she’s about to spontaneously combust at any second.

Nancy laughs incredulously. “Yea, my two friends who happen to be dating each other!” Nancy sighs and flops on her back. She groans and sinks further into the bed. You scoot closer to her, your bodies barely touching. You can instantly feel the heat coming off her.

“Nance.” Nancy turns to you and notices your close proximity. Her eyes flicker to your lips momentarily before looking at you. “Can I kiss you?” You ask in a gentle voice.

Nancy goes through about a hundred different emotions in a span of second. She looks to Robin expecting her to say something, intervene, anything, but she simply just sits there.

Robin shrugs. “Hey, if my girlfriend who’s like, the hottest girl on the planet, wants to kiss another hot girl, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to see it.”

Nancy hangs her mouth open in shock at Robin’s forwardness.

“I am no better than a man.” Robin admits and hangs her head down in mock shame. You grab one of your small stuffed animals that lay on the bed and throw it at her. Robin reacts way too late and it hits her right in the chest.

“So?” You turn your attention back to Nancy. She looks hesitant, like she’s waiting for you to say the punchline and laugh. “Look, Nance, I trust you, and so does Robin.” Robin furiously nods her head in agreement. “You’re my best friend, but if you don’t want to, it’s fine. There’s no hard feelings and we can forg—”

“Kiss me.” Nancy interrupts, barely a whisper. “I—I want you to.”

Your eyebrows raise in a pleasant surprise. You lean over her and trace her sharp jawline with your fingertips. Nancy’s breath hitches when you start to lean in agonizingly slow. You want to take your time just in case Nancy might change her mind. You only pause when your lips are millimeters apart. The scent of Nancy’s vanilla chapstick invades your senses. It smells warm, and sweet. Nancy impatiently whimpers and your brain short circuits for a bit. When Nancy’s objection never comes, you finally close the gap and press your lips against hers in a delicate kiss.

Nancy’s lips are soft. So soft. It’s a stark contrast compared to Robin’s that are typically chapped. You feel a hand snake its sway to the back of your neck, pulling you in closer.

“Holy shit.” Robin’s cracked voice fills the quiet room.

You break the kiss. Nancy’s eyes are still closed and her lips slightly parted like she was expecting the kiss to last longer. You brush her bangs from her face and when she opens her eyes, they’ve never been so blue before. It’s the brightest her eyes have been in a while.

“Wow.” Nancy lets out a wispy breath. “I didn’t realize how much I missed that.”

You both break out in giddy laughter. Nancy’s hand is still wrapped around the nape of your neck, twirling a thumb through your small hairs. You revel in the soothing motions.

“You alright?” The concern in your voice makes Nancy smile warmly.

“Absolutely, but um…” Nancy trails off. Her eyes flicker over to where Robin is sitting for a split second before landing to some random place in the room. “Can you kiss me again? Like, really kiss me?”

Your stomach does flips. You look over to Robin, who’s just surprised as you are. You tilt your head in a silent question and Robin reads you immediately. She nods her head once, a gesture that lets you know it’s okay. Robin reclines back and has a goofy, smug look on her face. She wants to enjoy this.

You return your attention to Nancy and she still isn’t looking at you. She almost looks ashamed of what she’s asked. You gently grab her chin and lock eyes with her. The sparkling blueness in them has faded, slowly being taken over by her pupils. You lean in, much quicker this time, and kiss Nancy again, but lacking any kind of carefulness like the first kiss. This kiss is scalding. Nancy whines into your mouth and her grip tightens around your the back of your neck. Your body reacts at the noises she’s making, sending a pool of heat straight to your lower abdomen.

“Holy shit. Holy shit.” Robin repeats.

You want to laugh, but Nancy starts to kiss you with more confidence and you effortlessly fall in line with her movements, like you’ve kissed her a million times before. For a moment, you question why this feels so easy. So right. You love Robin without a doubt. There’s nothing that’s going to change that, but there’s always been a small part of you that’s wanted this. Wanted to know what it was like to kiss the former, or perhaps still, most desirable girl in Hawkins.

You feel Nancy’s tongue swipe against your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You willingly part your lips for her, and her tongue slides into your mouth without pause. Each glide of her tongue against yours sends a buzzing, tingling sensation throughout your body and you can feel yourself starting to get lost in her. You know you should stop before this situation gets out of hand, but you just can’t, and apparently, neither can Robin.

Nancy kisses the corner of your mouth, then she starts to press feather light kisses down your jaw till she reaches your neck. Your body goes rigid when a particular slide of her tongue makes your eyes roll back in your head.

“Fuck, Nance.” You groan. Your stillness alerts Nancy and she stops immediately. She’s got a look of pure panic on her face when she realizes what she’s doing. She scrambles away from you and leaps off the bed panting.

“Shit! I am— I’m so sorry!” Nancy’s running her hands through her hair, thoroughly freaking out. She whips her body around in a blur and looks to Robin with apologetic eyes. “Robin I didn’t mean—I don’t know what came over me—”

“Whoa, Wheeler chill.” Robin gets up and gingerly puts her hands on Nancy’s shoulders, trying to calm her. “It’s okay. We would have said something if we weren’t comfortable.” All Nancy can do is blink up at the taller girl.

“It just caught me by surprise is all, Nance.” You say breathlessly.

Robin turns Nancy by her shoulders, forcing her to look at you. Robin stands extra close behind Nancy and leans down so her mouth is right by her ear.

“I get carried away with her too.” Robin says in a low and husky voice. Nancy twitches at Robin’s close proximity and you see Nancy’s ear go adorably red in real time.

“We can keep going if you want to Nance. However far you want to take it.” The implication of your statement makes Nancy blush even more. She’s biting her bottom lip, deep in thought about your invitation. She cranes her neck to look at Robin behind her. Robin looks at her and winks.

“Are you okay with me watching?” Robin asks, rubbing Nancy’s shoulders. It’s more of a question to Nancy than you. Nancy hesitates for a second before answering.

“Yes.” She says bluntly, and Robin smiles wickedly.

You snort. “Pervert.” You say teasingly to Robin, but she just shrugs at your jeering

“Are you kidding? This is like, the hottest thing ever.” Robin claims. Nancy laughs at that, and you sense a lot of her apprehension from earlier dissolve. “So now…go get her.”

Robin shoves Nancy. It wasn’t a hard shove in the slightest, but the unexpectedness of it causes Nancy to stumble toward the bed and land on top of you. You cradle an arm around her small waist to steady her. Robin snickers and walks over to the chair, pulling it a bit closer to the bed and reclines in it again.

You sit up a bit, leaning your back against the headboard and position Nancy to straddle your lap. You internally curse when you immediately feel the heat of her coming from under her skirt. You wonder if having a spectator caused her to get worked up so quickly.

“What do you want, Nance?” You ask softly, brushing a stray curl behind her ear. You move your hand that’s around her waist to her lower back and rub small circles with your thumb. She looks at you from under her lashes. Her exquisite blue eyes display a tinge of nervousness, but also trust.

“I want…I want everything.” She pauses before continuing and breaths out sharply through her nose. “If that’s okay.”

You definitely want to give Nancy everything. You smile warmly and place your forehead against hers. “We can stop whenever you want, okay? I’ll follow your lead.” You give her a small peck on the nose before leaning back against the headboard again.

Nancy nods shyly. She brings her delicate hands up to cup your flushed face and plants a kiss on your lips. You hum contently against her. Spurred on by your agreeable sounds, she kisses you more passionately, and just like before, you both fall into an easy rhythm.

Your hands find her waist and give her a light squeeze. Nancy moans into your mouth and wraps her arms around your neck and pulls herself tighter against your body. You groan when you feel her tits brush against yours. Your kisses turn frenzied and sloppy. Wet, smacking noises and breathy moans begin to fill your room.

Robin intensely watches you and Nancy hungrily make out in front of her. The noises filling the room are starting to make her extremely hot and bothered. She shifts uncomfortably in her chair with each passing second.

Nancy is starting to get more confident. She suddenly breaks up the fervent kissing and pulls your head to the side by your hair, exposing your neck to her. She leans down and latches onto your sensitive skin, licking and sucking in all the right places.

“Oh god.” You grunt out. Nancy starts to roll her hips and you quickly find yourself becoming drunk off the heat building between you. While Nancy mercilessly attacks your neck, you feel her grab one of your hands and bring it up to her chest in an unspoken plea to touch her. You indulge her, and grope her over her blouse. She whines against your neck and your hips buck into her involuntarily. You start palming her tit, kneading and squeezing. Nancy purrs above you.

You catch Robin’s eyes over Nancy’s shoulder and she’s staring right at you. Her mouth is agape and her chest is rising and falling quickly. A wicked idea occurs to you.

“Fuck Nance, that feels so good.” You gasp in a high pitched, whiny voice, staring right into Robin’s dark blue eyes. You say it a little bit exaggerated, but neither Nancy or Robin notice. You just wanted to get a reaction out of Robin, and by the twitch in her eyes, you got one. You’re not lying though, it does feel amazing. Nancy is sucking a fresh bruise into the skin below your ear and you bite your lip at how amazing it feels. You want Robin to see the look of ecstasy on your face. She’s not jealous or mad in any way. She’s just mesmerized at the scene happening before her.

“Damnit.” Robin croaks. She runs both her hands over her face and they fall to grip her knees. You can tell it’s taking every ounce of her willpower for her not to touch herself.

Nancy stops attacking your neck to look at you. You can feel the marks she’s left on you. Spots on your skin pulse and throb and don’t need a mirror to know where the bruises are. You return your attention to Nancy, her eyes are glassy and pupils so blown you can barely see the blue in them anymore.

“Take off my shirt.” She demands. You can hear Robin groan in the background. You always knew Nancy liked to be in control of things, and you come to the conclusion that the attitude carries over to the bedroom as well, and you’re definitely not going to complain. You happily oblige her and grab the hem of her blouse as she lifts her arms in the air to help you slide the piece of fabric off her. You haphazardly toss it somewhere in the room and you take a moment to admire her frilly pink bra that you’re now eye level with. Nancy reaches behind her and starts to unclasp the hooks of her bra. Your heart starts to thunder in your chest and you can feel it hammering in your ears. The reality of the situation starts to hit you like a ton of bricks. Guess we really are doing this, you think to yourself.

The straps of the bra start to fall loosely on her slender shoulders and Nancy discards it. You are greeted with Nancy’s beautiful small tits and flushed chest.

“You’re so stunning Nance.” You utter in a throaty voice. Nancy shyly ducks her head and smiles. You lightly scrape your nails over her bare back and she arches into it, pushing her tits further closer to your face. Nancy quivers and whimpers as your fingers dance over her impeccably soft skin. Goosebumps appear all over her body and her nipples form into hardened peeks. You lick your lips thinking about taking one in your mouth but you hold back, just barely.

“Oh.” Nancy breaths out shakily. Your fingers move to graze over her rib cage and she shudders and giggles above you, light and airy. “That tickles.” She grabs both of your wrist and guides your hands toward her chest. You stare at her with uncertainty but she gives you a quick nod, letting you know it’s okay. You palm both of her tits and give them a quick squeeze. She groans as you test what kind of pressure she likes best. You massage softly at first, thumbs gently brushing occasionally against her nipples.

“You don’t…have to be so gentle.” Nancy mewls. Fuck. Your brain is completely fried at this point, but at least you have enough sense left in you to honor her suggestion. You pinch her nipples, hard and she yelps. She leans down and gives you a messy, open mouthed kiss as you tug and roughly play with her nipples. She moans obscenely down your throat and you swallow it gleefully.

“I want Robin here.” Nancy orders. Robin is currently in another world, because she didn’t hear Nancy at all. She’s somehow still sitting on that damn chair with a foggy, far away look in her eyes. You look at Robin and it gets her attention.

“Robin, do you want to join us?” You ask. Robin just blinks, completely dumbfounded.

“Oh. Yes. God yes.” She replies, her voice scratchy and deep.

Robin stands up and wobbles over to the bed. She tries to take off her shoes but she’s extra uncoordinated in her current hazy state. She almost falls over in the process. You and Nancy both laugh at the way Robin curses at her shoes. Robin finally settles in next to you on the other side of the bed. She has a better view of the both of you now, and her mouth hangs open at the sight of a topless Nancy settled into your lap.

“Wow.” Robin says out of breath. She runs a hand through her hair trying to come to terms with the fact that this is really happening in front of her.

Nancy shifts her body so that she’s straddling one of your thighs. You feel her hot center through your jeans and you whine at the contact. Nancy smiles, thoroughly satisfied at your reaction.

“Can I ride you?” Nancy asks shakily.

“Please.” You breathe out. Your hands cautiously come to rest on her hips.

Nancy grips the head board above you with both hands, completely caging you in. She starts to roll her hips slowly against the length of your thigh. Her clothed core sliding against your jeans is already creating an intense, heated friction that burns deliciously throughout your entire body. Your hands grasp her hips a little tighter, and you encourage her to move a little faster against you. Nancy sighs above you as the friction gets more and more fiery.

Robin really can’t help herself this time. You tilt your head in her direction while Nancy is preoccupied with using your thigh. Robin is so mesmerized by the way Nancy is moving against you, she doesn’t even notice you looking at her. You watch as her hand slides down her body and stops at the button on her jeans, her hips bucking in time with Nancy’s slow rolling.

“God.” You groan. The room wasn’t hot before, but it definitely is now. Nancy starts to rut faster against your thigh and you can feel a wet spot on your jeans forming. You dig your fingers into Nancy’s hips and pull her down more against you.

“Shit.” Nancy’s gasps. The headboard creaks behind you as Nancy grips it harder.

“Nancy, baby can Robin touch herself?” You say, the pet name slipping out of you. Nancy breaks her concentration for just a second to look at Robin, who looks like she’s about to break in half trying to control herself.

“Yes. Yes.” She repeats. “You two can do whatever you want I don’t—fuck. I don’t care.” And with that, the last pillars of Nancy’s nervousness crumble around you.

Robin wastes no time. She hurriedly unbuttons her jeans and slips a hand under the waistband of her underwear, her eyes rolling back in relief as she finally gets to touch herself.

“You ride my girl so well, Nance.” Robin slurs. She lazily moves her fingers against herself and you can hear how wet Robin is despite the noises coming from Nancy above you. Hearing Robin’s praises ignites something in Nancy. Her hips thrust in a short, erratic rhythm against you.

“Just like that.” You breathe out. Your grip on Nancy’s hips ground her, keeping her movements limited to short, rough bucking. Nancy throws her head up to the ceiling when a loud moan escapes her, and you are in awe at the sight.

“Suck on her tits.” Robin blurts out. You don’t need to be told twice.

You briefly kiss the valley between Nancy’s breasts before taking a nipple into your mouth. Nancy’s high pitched cries fill the room as you swirl your tongue around her and Robin starts to grind against her own fingers quicker.

“Fuck, don’t stop.” Nancy keens. One of her hands lets go of the headboard and grabs the back of your head, keeping your face locked against her bouncing tits.

You harshly suck on her nipple before releasing it with a small pop and turn your attention to the other one, repeating the same motions. Nancy’s eyes have screwed tightly shut. The sensations of everything becoming too much. You can tell she’s close, her breathing is short and shallow and she ruts impossibly faster against your leg. She’s made a terrible mess of your jeans and you wonder how wet she really is.

“I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum.” Nancy slurs. Your teeth graze against her sensitive skin and that’s all it took for the dam to finally break. She throws her head back, mouth falling open and salacious moan escapes her as her climax wracks her body. The light of the setting sunlight leaks through your blinds and illuminates her body giving her a beautiful, golden glow. Her hips stutter against you, but your hands continue to move her hips up and down your thigh, prolonging her climax. Nancy starts to cry out and goes rigid. You can feel her cunt throb through your jeans.

Nancy falls against you and you wrap your arms around her to steady her. Her body twitches each time the aftershocks hit her. She’s breathing so hard against you. You run a hand along her back to soothe her, trying to calm her breathing. Nancy curls into your body, basking in the afterglow of her climax.

You gently pull back Nancy and she’s got a spaced out look in her eyes. A light sheen of sweat is on her forehead and the sides of her face. You brush back some of her hair that’s sticking to her forehead. She stares at you and smiles, all dopey and fucked out.

“Felt s’good.” She sputters.

“Oh, she is gone.” You chuckle, caressing her sculpted face.

“Hand her to me.” Robin says. Robin sits up a little and opens her arms invitingly.

“Go to Robin babe.” You coo and kiss her on top of her head.

Nancy hums and rolls off of you. She falls against Robin’s side. Robin pulls Nancy closer to her, wrapping her arm around her shoulder.

“Hand me that water.” Robin orders.

You grab the forgotten glass of water that sits on your nightstand. You quickly take a generous sip before handing it to Robin.

“Drink some water, Nance.” Robin says in a gentle voice.

Nancy parts her lips and Robin carefully maneuvers the glass to her mouth, tilting it ever so slightly. Nancy groans in appreciation as she takes a few small sips of the cold water. Some liquid dribbles out of the corner of Nancy’s mouth but Robin is quick to wipe it away.

“Good girl.” Robin murmurs and kisses the side of her head. “You were moving like crazy.” You stare lovingly at the pair. Robin is taking care of Nancy the same way she would take care of you when you get like that, and your heart almost bursts at the sight.

Robin hands the water back to you and you place it back on the nightstand.

“Mmm, thank you.” Nancy breaths out, still looking a little disoriented.

“No problem.” Robin gives a few pets to Nancy’s head. After a moment, she untangles Nancy from her embrace and gently lays her down on the pillows. “Now lay there and look pretty, so I can deal with this one.” She pointedly looks at you. You widen your eyes and stick out your tongue.

Robin carefully crawls over Nancy and pounces on you in a flourish. She quickly gets between your legs and you automatically wrap them around her waist

“Robin!” You laugh. Robin takes both of your hands and pins them above your head.

“Do you know how hot it was seeing another girl use you like that? Huh?” She bends down and gives you a searing kiss. You moan against her lips as she roughly works your mouth with her own. You try to wiggle away but it’s futile, Robin’s death grip on your wrists prevents you from going anywhere.

Nancy shifts in the bed. She turns over to watch the both of you through half lidded eyes.

Robin forces her tongue down your throat and your hips start to move against her. She lets go of your wrist to hold down your hips.

“None of that.” She growls, keeping your hips still. “Sit up.”

You obey. Robin makes quick work of your shirt, tossing it behind her. Robin can’t be bothered with unclasping the hooks on your bra, so instead she pulls down the straps over your shoulder and pulls your arms through them. She lifts it up over your head and discards it. You’ve never seen her move so fast.

“Don’t wanna go slow?” You tease.

Robin pushes you down and you hit the mattress with a soft thud. Nancy perks up a bit to look at your bare chest, her face heating up again.

“Slow went out the window when you happily sucked on another woman’s tits.” Robin retorts.

“You told me to!” You bite your lip and smile. You know there’s not an ounce of actual jealousy coming from Robin, but her rough playfulness is turning you on so much.

“Indeed I did.” Robin says. She starts undoing the buttons on your jeans and that white hot heat from earlier starts to build up inside you again.

You feel Nancy snuggle up closer to you. She nudges into your shoulder and kisses it softly. You can see in her face that she’s come down from her high, but her eyes still have that hungry look in them. You swing your arm around her to bring her closer into you, kissing her sweetly on the lips.

Robin pulls down your jeans to the floor and zeroes in on the wet patch on your underwear, but before she decides to tear the fragile fabric off of you, she turns her attention to Nancy.

“Nance?” Robin has her hands on Nancy’s skirt. Nancy nods her head giving Robin permission. Robin undoes the single button on the waistline of Nancy’s skirt and pulls it down her slender legs.

Robin sits on her knees and lets out a puff of air. She looks down at the two beautiful girls below her, eyes raking over each of your bodies. She tentatively explores Nancy’s unfamiliar curves and dips, but then admires yours she knows intimately well. She groans and rubs a hand down her face.

“I think we broke her.” Nancy says, and you both giggle. Robin’s face goes crimson red.

“Oh I’m sorry princesses. It’s not often I have two gorgeous naked women laying in front of me.” Robin pouts and puts her hands on her hips.

“Come on babe.” You console. You spread your legs open wide. You grab Nancy’s knee and pull her leg toward you, opening her up as well. “I think you know what to do.”

Robin licks her lips staring at yours and Nancy’s soaked underwear.

“This is going to be the death of me.” Robin says in a broken voice.

She gets herself together and hooks an arm around yours and Nancy’s thighs, pulling both of you toward the foot of the bed with ease. Robin stands tall, towering over the both of you. She dips her fingers in each of the waistbands of you and Nancy’s underwear and with a shuddering breath, pulls them down at the same time. She’s pulling them agonizingly slow, taking in the moment as it is. You and Nancy lift your legs up in assistance and with one final glide of fabric on skin, you both lay fully naked.

It takes herculean effort from Robin not to pass out right then and there. She places her left hand on Nancy and her right hand on you. She starts to caress her open palms over your stomachs, chest, and thighs, fervently touching as much skin as she can reach. You sink into the mattress at the soothing touches. Robin’s brain is overloaded. Her eyes dance between you and Nancy, not knowing where to look.

“So beautiful.” Robin sighed, completely in awe.

She slides her hands closer to your centers and glides her fingers through yours and Nancy’s wet slits. The two of you simultaneously whine as Robin runs her fingers up and down, generously coating her fingers in arousal.

“Fuck.” Robin grunts. “Both of you are so fucking wet.”

“Robin…” You whimper. Your hips twitch each time Robin brushes over your clit.

“We need more, please.” Nancy sobs out, finishing what you were about to say.

Robin chuckles darkly, smugness radiating off of her. “Who am I to deny what two pretty girls are begging for?”

Robin slips a finger into each of you. With how wet you are, it slides in with ease. She does a few experimental thrusts before deciding to add a second finger. You groan at the feeling of being stretched and filled by your girlfriend’s long fingers, and by the way Nancy opens her legs wider, knees bumping into yours, she’s feeling just as appreciative. You and Nancy’s combined throaty whines echoed around the room and Robin is almost dizzy from the sounds. Spurred on by the noises, Robin starts to pump faster into the both of you.

“Oh my god.” You gasp. Your back arches off the bed in a beautiful bend.

You still have your arm around Nancy, so you pull her closer into you. You hiss when her hot skin touches yours. You grab her face and kiss her. It’s a messy kiss. Both of you are moaning into each other’s mouth as Robin continues to fuck you two with her fingers. Nancy swings her arm over your torso and grabs a handful of one of your breasts, squeezing and massaging it while making out with you.

Robin can’t help but sigh heavily at the image unfolding in front of her. She watches her glistening fingers pump in and out of two different cunts, and her ears are ringing from all the high pitched, breathy moaning and obscene squelching noises. The indecent sounds and smell of everything have her knees shaking. It’s almost too much for her brain to take.

“Fucking hell.” Robin’s low tone of voice is almost unrecognizable. “Have to— taste both of you. Is that okay Nance?”

Nancy barks out a laugh. “Yes it’s okay. It’s more than okay. Just—please.”

Robin falls to her knees with her fingers still sheathed inside you. She regards the wet, needy cunts and can’t believe she has such a feast before her.

“Keep your legs raised for me princesses.” Robin orders. Both you and Nancy raise your legs higher, bending at the knees. Your angles reveal everything to Robin, and you can hear her hum deep in her throat, pleased at how the both of you quickly reacted to her words. “Good girls.”

Robin slips her fingers out of Nancy, and Nancy is about to complain until Robin plunges her tongue deep between her folds without warning.

“Fuck, Robin!” Nancy damn near screams as she spasms against you.

Robin delightfully groans into Nancy’s pussy, savoring the unfamiliar taste of her. She works her tongue in languid up and down motions, lapping up every drop of her arousal. She doesn’t forget about you though. She curls her fingers deep inside you and pumps in a steady rhythm, expertly rubbing the growing swollen spot inside you. Your hips grind against her fingers, meeting her thrust for thrust.

“Robin…” You say her name like a prayer. You’re honestly impressed she’s able to keep up with satisfying both you and Nancy, given how graceless she can be.

You untangle yourself from Nancy, reaching down to rub your aching clit as Robin fucks you with her fingers. You close your eyes, concentrating on the lewd sounds deafening the room. Robin is hungrily eating out Nancy next to you. You can hear every lick, suck and sharp sob. It’s strange how you feel about it. You don’t feel how you’re suppose to feel about your girlfriend worshiping another woman’s pussy. You love Robin, and you love Nancy. Somehow, it makes sense to you, and maybe it makes sense to all three of you, because you’ve never been so turned on in your life. The pleasure building deep within you is growing fast. Robin unlatches herself from Nancy’s cunt and turns her attention to yours. She pulls out her fingers and shoves her tongue inside your entrance unexpectedly.

“Oh fu—!” You cry out, and your hands fly to clutch the bedsheets.

You spread your legs impossibly wider for her, and you can feel the tip of her nose press against your clit as she tries to get as deep as she can. Her pointed tongue swirls inside you and the sensation has you seeing stars. She never breaks her concentration on Nancy either. Robin moves her fingers back to Nancy’s cunt and rubs small tight circles over her swollen, red clit. Robin is working overtime, making sure each girl gets the same attention.

Her tongue leaves your hole and swipes up to focus on your clit, wrapping her plush lips around it and lashes at the sensitive flesh with quick flicks of her tongue. You writhe wildly on the bed jerking your hips into Robin’s face, knuckles turning white as you grip the bed sheets tighter. You feel the muscles tighten in your lower abdomen, the white hot coil inside you is almost too much to bear, and it’s getting harder to keep your legs raised. You’re so close.

You feel a hand tighten over your wrist. You look over through squinted eyes, and see that Nancy is gazing at you. She’s breathing hard through parted lips, and she looks so beautifully blissed out. You flip your hand over, and entangle your fingers together.

“Make her cum Robin.” Nancy pleads, her eyes never leaving yours.

You feel Robin growl against you, and now you have her full attention. She’s got both of her hands on you now. Her right hand hooks under one of your knees, keeping you open and spread, her other hand goes to your cunt. She shoves two fingers into you roughly, and you cry out at being stretched again.

“Robin I’m so close-!” You yell, your voice turning into a desperate whine.

Robin brutally pumps her fingers into you, the base of her knobby knuckles pounding against your cunt. You can feel her many rings press up against you with each thrust. Her tongue swirls rapidly against your clit. The sounds around you start to fade away, reduced to muffled buzzing. You grip Nancy’s hand tighter, the touch is the only thing grounding you to this world. You can feel your walls clenching tighter around Robin’s fingers, and she must feel it too, because she moves her fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion against your inner walls and your breath hitches.

“Robin, y—you’re gonna make me cum—!” Your eyes roll back in your head when your orgasm rips through you. You let out a crying scream, unable to contain the intense pleasure bursting from within you. You squeeze Nancy’s hand tighter, fearing you might actually hurt her, but she squeezes back just as hard. Your body convulses as Robin’s continues to fuck you through your climax, your arousal flowing out of you with each lazy pump of her fingers and her mouth is still locked on your clit, sucking roughly. You try and recoil away, but Robin is relentless and continues her onslaught. Tears start flowing from your eyes at the overstimulation.

Nancy lets go of your hand and grabs the top of Robin’s head, yanking her by the hair away from you. You’re grateful for it, because any second longer and you might have been reduced to a lifeless puppet. Robin lets go with a gasp of breath, a string of spit and arousal falls from her lips. She’s breathing hard and her eyes are so blown she doesn’t even look like herself. A shadow of pure lust masks her once soft features, and god, it’s really hot to see her like that. Your limp legs fall over the edge of the mattress with a thud and your entire lower body twitches as the aftershocks of your powerful orgasm subside.

“My turn.” Nancy growls, and pulls Robin by the hair to her spread legs.

Robin, still hungry for more, happily lets her face be shoved back into Nancy’s waiting cunt. Nancy shudders and stretches her arms down to lock her fingers behind Robin’s head. Robin is trapped, and she loves it. She moans into a face full of pussy as Nancy starts to rock the length of her cunt into Robin’s face. Robin can only lay her tongue flat, letting Nancy use her.

After a few uneven breaths, you somehow find the strength to sit up. You lean back with your arms supporting you and watch as your loving girlfriend gets her face fucked with reckless abandon by your best friend. Robin locks eyes with you and she makes a whining noise when you give her a doting smile.

“You could do this for hours, couldn’t you babe?” You say affectionately. You reach over and brush her sweat covered bangs away from her face, Nancy never breaks her movements. “You love it.”

Robin responds with another whine and bucks her hips into nothing. You smile wickedly and continue to watch, transfixed at the way Nancy moves. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly and her thighs are quivering more and more.

“Fuck.” You hear Nancy huff out. “I don’t think—don’t think I can keep my legs up anymore.”

“Help her out baby.” You direct Robin.

Robin quickly resolves the issue, and plants her open palms on the underside of Nancy’s thighs, pressing down, helping her keep her legs raised and open. With this position, Robin gained a little bit more control, and Nancy lets her hands fall from the back of Robin’s head.

“Perfect.” You murmur. “Now please make her come.”

Robin grunts and sloppily works her tongue against Nancy’s cunt, moving her head up, down, and side to side. Nancy lets out a guttural moan at the fierce pace. You scoot closer to her, and take her hand like she did for you, dotting light kisses up and down her arm.

“Close. So close.” Nancy sputters.

Encouraged, Robin latches onto Nancy’s swollen clit licking and sucking the sensitive nub. Nancy’s eyes screw shut, and her mouth hangs open in a silent moan, and you watch as her stomach muscles become taut. She squeezes your hand so hard that her arms shakes. You wince a bit, but it doesn’t really bother you, you’re too distracted at the way her body moves against the sheets. She sucks in a sharp breath as her back arches off the bed.

And for the second time today, Nancy cums, hard. She makes an unrestrained, strangled noise when her orgasm shatters her body. Her small but strong thighs threaten to crush Robin’s head, but Robin makes no attempt to move. Robin can only flatten out her tongue as Nancy restricts her movements, and she lets Nancy ride out her climax for as long as she wants. It’s only when Nancy goes completely limp does Robin pull back. She sits on her knees with her head looking at the ceiling, gasping for breath. She hasn’t taken a moment to really breathe for a while. Not that she minded. If Robin succumbed to the fate of suffocating between a woman’s thighs, she would have died a happy woman.

Nancy twitches beside you, her eyes are glassy and half lidded.

“You alright, Nance?” You caress her heated cheeks with the back of your knuckles, and she nudges into the gentle touch.

“God yes. I’m so perfect.” She smiles, the corners of her mouth quirking up cutely.

You smile relieved, knowing that she’s still okay. You move in to give her a quick, soft kiss and she returns it, sighing contently.

While Nancy takes a moment to even out her breathing, you shakily sit up again. Robin is still sitting on the floor, breathing heavily. You groan at the sight of her. She is filthy. Her lips are red and puffy, and arousal and spit practically drip from her cheeks and chin. You even see a shimmering wet spot on her nose. She looks up at you through her lashes, eyes lighting up when she sees you staring at her.

“Do you need anything baby?” You ask her in a soothing voice.

Robin shakes her head and messily wipes at her face with the back of her hands. “I don’t think I need anything else ever in my life.” She jokes, her voice raspy and coarse.

Nancy sits up and scoots closer to you. She looks down at Robin, captivated.

“You sure you don’t need anything Robin?” Nancy tilts her head, her implication hanging in the air.

“Oh!” Robin’s voice cracks. “You guys don’t have—I don’t want Nance to do anything she doesn’t want to do. I’m fine—uh really. I mean, I wouldn’t mind, but I’ll just—.”

Robin goes on a ramble. You and Nancy slowly look at each other with an amused expression, giggling fondly.

“Robin.” Nancy gently interrupts her.

Robin closes her mouth with a click, cringing at herself for allowing her mouth to run wild at a time like this.

“Get on the bed.” You order.

Robin doesn’t say another word. She submits and stands up on shaky legs. Her already unbutton jeans hang slightly off her hips. You and Nancy scoot back and give and Robin space to crawl between both of you. She flops on her back and opens her arms, allowing you and Nancy to curl up on either side of her. You throw your legs over Robin, entangling your limbs with Nancy’s as she does the same.

“If this is a dream, please never wake me up.” Robin quips.

You roll your eyes affectionately and kiss her. She smiles broadly into the kiss. You immediately taste the arousal that lingers on her lips, a mixture of your own and Nancy’s. You moan deeply, wanting to taste more. She opens her mouth for you, and you slip your tongue inside. Robin’s velvety tongue swipes against yours, and you taste it more strongly. It’s intoxicating. Nancy tugs on Robin’s chin, breaking her kiss with you. Robin turns her head not wanting to let Nancy feel left out, but for a split second, you see a flash of nervousness on Robin’s face. She had no problem going down on another girl just minutes before, but the thought of actually kissing another girl has her shy. You find it so endearing, for some reason.

But just as quickly as it came, that nervousness vanishes. Robin kisses Nancy sweetly at first, but the smaller girl takes charge, and kisses her back more passionately. Nancy coaxes Robin to loosen up, allowing Nancy to guide her through the motions. You can see Robin visibly relax, thankful that Nancy took control in that moment.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes.” You say, tugging on Robin’s shirt.

You and Nancy start pawing at Robin clothes, pulling her back and forth. Robin is about to lose her mind, being manhandled by two pretty girls. Robin’s clothes are aimlessly thrown in every direction until she’s lying completely naked. There’s so much skin, every brush of Robin and Nancy’s hot skin on yours is overwhelming. Feather light touches suddenly feel like scorching pokers against your flesh.

Nancy is the first to move. She crawls closer to Robin’s legs and you can feel Robin go tense against you. Her eyes roam all over Robin’s body, fascinated by the abundant amount of freckles that litter her arms, stomach and thighs.

Nancy gently lays a hand on Robin’s knee and looks at her. “May I?” She asks in a gentle tone.

Robin, the sweet thing, looks at you for an answer. She looks apprehensive, more for you than herself. With everything that’s happened today, you’d think there wouldn’t be any more lines to cross, but you think it’s cute that Robin still doesn’t want to make either of you upset.

“It’s okay babe.” You smile reassuringly at her. “Let Nancy take care of you, if you want.”

Robin turns back to Nancy, and nods certainly. Nancy’s mouth falls open in a delighted smile, pleasantly surprised.

You sit up straight and lean back against the headboard opening your arms. Robin scoots and nestles between your legs, her back against your stomach. She rests her head on your between breasts and you wrap your arms around her, enveloping her in a comforting hold.

Nancy settles in between Robin’s legs, lowering herself flat against the bed. She eases her legs open, digging her fingers into the plushness of Robin’s inner thighs, and you can feel Robin shudder along your body. Nancy makes a sound of approval when Robin fully opens up to her. You rub soothing strokes along Robin’s arms.

Nancy experimentally licks through Robin’s wet folds, enjoying the taste of her, and Robin’s reaction is immediate. She whimpers and arches her back against you, opening her mouth and panting. You lean down and kiss the top of her head.

“I’m already so—fuck.” Robin struggles to say. Her hips buck involuntarily, Nancy constricts her arms around Robin’s thighs to keep her from moving. “I’m already so close it’s not even funny.” She finishes.

It is funny, you think. Robin’s been wound up for a while, and you know it’s because she was ravenously eating out you and Nancy like she hadn’t had a meal in days. It got her worked up more than anything you could actually do to her physically. Robin gets off on giving, and that didn’t change just because another person was involved.

Nancy starts to work faster after Robin’s admission, tongue expertly dancing over Robin’s already sensitive clit. You watch with hungry eyes as Nancy greedily laps at your girlfriend’s cunt. A wispy breath escapes you and you’re unable to control yourself. You glide your hands over Robin’s chest, groping both of her tits. She moans deep in her chest at the extra stimulation. You tweak and roll her nipples between your fingers and her head falls to the side at the amount of pleasure she’s receiving.

“Need—little more.” Robin cries out and closes her eyes tightly.

Nancy hums in acknowledgment against her and presses the tips of two fingers against her entrance, slowly stretching her to fit them. With Robin already so wet, it didn’t take long for Nancy to fully sheath two digits deep inside her. Nancy starts to gently pump her fingers into Robin and you feel a deep rumble against your front. Robin wiggles in your hold, clutching the bedsheets with a vice like grip, trying desperately not to cum too fast.

Nancy looks up through her lashes and watches as you leisurely toy with Robin’s tits. Inspired, Nancy curls her fingers and fucks Robin faster, licking tight, quick circles around her aching clit. Robin whines and starts to roll her hips in time with Nancy’s movements. Every touch sends a shiver through Robin. You find it amazing how sensitive she is given that neither you or Nancy have touched her till this point. The thought makes you absently squeeze Robin’s tits a little harder, and she yelps in response.

“Oh—oh fuck.” She whimpers, her breathing becoming uneven.

You move one hand away from her chest and grab her chin, forcing her to look up at you.

“Open your eyes babe.” You mewl, swiping your thumb across Robin’s bottom lip.

Robin lets out a high pitched whine before opening her deep blue eyes to look at you. Her eyes are glassy and unfocused, a film of hazy desire blanket them and she looks so out of it.

“Nancy’s doing such a good job isn’t she?” Your voice is warm and soft. Robin breaths raggedly through her nose and nods. You kiss Robin’s sweaty forehead and force her head to turn back to Nancy. “Tell her. Tell her how it feels.” You command. Robin’s breath hitches at the timbre of your voice.

Robin groans when she locks eyes with Nancy. “It feels amazing, Nance. You’re—fuck. You’re gonna make me cum so fast.” Robin chokes out, brows furrowing.

Nancy makes a whimpering muffled noise between Robin’s legs. Encouraged by the praises, she works double time against Robin’s cunt, focusing her efforts on reaching deep inside with faster thrusts, and her tongue continues its sloppy, erratic lashing on her clit.

You go back to fondling Robin’s tits again, using the pads of your thumbs to rub lazy circles over her hardened nipples. Robin’s eyebrows crease together as she tries to concentrate on the bombardment of sensations she’s receiving.

“Shit. Fuck. I’m—” Robin goes quiet and still against you, her back muscles spasm against your torso and her legs jut out straight becoming stiff as boards. Her long arm reaches down and grabs a fistful of Nancy’s hair and holds her still, hips bucking in a broken rhythm into her face. A guttural moan bursts from Robin as she arches off of you and cums on Nancy’s pretty face.

You run soothing strokes along Robin’s arms and whisper sweet nothing against her head as she rides out her climax. Nancy slows her movements, coaxing out as much pleasure as she can for Robin, only stopping when Robin starts to wince and squirm away from her.

Robin goes listless in your embrace, panting hard. Nancy pulls back and sits on her knees, licking her dripping lips, not wanting to waste any of Robin’s wetness. She stares at you and Robin and smiles endearingly.

“I’ve been out of practice for a while, I hope that was okay.” Nancy says, half joking.

Robin snorts. “Shut up, Wheeler. You know that was more than okay.”

The three of you laugh together, unbridled and joyous. It’s a surreal feeling, considering what you just did with your girlfriend and best friend. There’s no awkwardness hanging in the air, at least, there hasn’t been for a while, and the energy in the room can only be described as serene. You keep thinking to yourself that you should be feeling some kind of shame, or regret, but those feelings never come.

Nancy is smiling, wide and toothy, eyes crinkling at the corners. You rarely see Nancy with such an unrestrained smile.

Robin is laughing, in that high pitched, scratchy kind of way you only really hear when she’s too excited about something.

Seeing the two people you love most in the world be so happy and comfortable with each other after engaging in something extremely emotional and physically intense has you almost teary eyed. You can’t sense any regret from them either.

Suddenly, everything falls into place.

—

Half an hour passes by, and the three of you are in a tangled mess of sweaty limbs on the bed. Your bedsheets hang halfway off the mattress, and clothes are tossed all over the room. Robin lays sandwiched between you and Nancy, her arms around both of you. Nancy has her back against Robin’s left side, using her shoulder as a pillow and clutching the rest of arm. You’re snuggled up tightly on Robin’s right side, your arm around her torso and head on her chest. The room is too warm and reeks of sex. You know you should probably crack a window or something, but you can’t bring yourself to move, not when you’re this comfortable.

“She’s fast asleep.” You hear Robin whisper to you.

You sit up slightly and check on Nancy, who’s indeed fast asleep, breathing softly through parted lips. She looks so peaceful. You shift slightly in Robin’s hold, facing her closely.

“Robin…” you begin to say, keeping your voice low. “Are you okay?”

Robin notices your worried expression, and pulls you closer against her.

“Yeah. Yeah I’m okay. I promise.” She smiles genuinely, and you feel reassured.

She looks like she wants to say something else, and you wait to see if she does. Your stomach drops with more and more after each passing second of silence.

Robin takes in a huge breath, careful not to wake Nancy. “But, what happens now? I don’t think this is what you were expecting when we were talking in the kitchen.”

You think back to earlier when you were getting Nancy’s glass of water with Robin. The two of you had talked about seeing where it could possibly go with Nancy, and both you and Robin agreed that whatever happened, happened, and that the two of you would be okay with it, but neither of you could have predicted it going this far.

“Yea…it kinda just kept going huh?” You say, a little embarrassed and Robin fails to hold in a laugh.

Nancy stirs and you and Robin go still. She turns over in Robin’s embrace, and absently throws her arm around Robin’s front, her hand clutching around yours. Even though Nancy is still fast asleep, oblivious of what she just did, your heart flutters at the sweet gesture. The fact that she did it in her sleep makes it so much better.

“I don’t know what happens next but, maybe we can just enjoy whatever this is? At least for now.” You look at Robin, studying her reaction.

Robin purses her lips, deep in thought. She regards the sleeping girl on her chest and brings her hand up to run her fingers lightly through Nancy’s hair. Nancy makes a small, content noise in her sleeping state. Then, Robin does the same to you and you close your eyes enjoying the comforting motions.

“I think I can get behind that.” Robin says with a smile.

You can figure this all out later, but for now, you curl into your girlfriend and hold your best friend’s hand a little tighter. The light sounds of Robin and Nancy’s steady breathing lull you into a tiredness you didn’t know you were feeling, and before you know it, you fall fast asleep with a smile on your face.

#stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #robin buckley x reader #nancy wheeler x reader #robin buckley x nancy wheeler x reader #robin buckley smut #nancy wheeler smut #jmo writes

701 notes · View notes

borathae · 2 months

Text

“Being a sorcerer has always been Hoseok’s dream. So when a well-known and powerful sorceress sends out letters informing the young minds of the city of an upcoming position as her apprentice, Hoseok takes fate into his own hands and applies. The only problem is that learning the arts of magic is reserved for women. He is convinced however that hard work and effort can charm the sorceress’ heart and get him the position.”

Pairing: Magic Student!Hoseok x Magic Student!Reader

Genre: Fantasy!AU, Magic School!AU, s2f2potential lovers!AU, Romance

Warnings: lots of plot, 90% of this is written from Hoseok’s POV, Queendom!Tae being the bestest friend, they’re both so adorable, the students are mean to him at first :(, except for reader heheh she is a sweetheart <3, also idk if this is important but i got inspired by Elden Ring as far as some names are concerned istfg best game <3, this will have a second part where reader’s pov plays a bigger part and the romance is gonna be bigger as well <3, for now this story is very magic & Hobi’s journey to magic centered, but also some romantic tension is present as well hngngn, istfg i love this universe

Wordcount: 17.8k of 24.3k

✴ Part One of Two ✴

Hoseok stumbles into Taehyung’s room without knocking. The young prince startles slightly, gasping in surprise.

“Tae! Tae, I have news!” Hoseok calls out and stumbles to his friend.

“What is it? Are you feeling alright?” Taehyung asks.

He was in the midst of painting with some tea for sipping on the side, when Hoseok interrupted him. The latter lets himself fall down on the chair next to Taehyung, taking out a flyer from his chest pocket. He slams it on the table, looking at Taehyung excitedly.

Taehyung scans his eyes over his friend first. His long white hair is ruffled as if he ran quite some distance. His chest is heaving up and down quickly and his flushed face carries a thin layer of sweat. So he really must have been running.

Taehyung looks at the flyer next. It is of yellowish paper with purple ink soaking the fibres. The message is rather short. Short, but effective.

New Apprentices Wanted. Come to Sorceress Selen’s tower if interested.

“Oh? The sorceress seeks an apprentice?”

“Yes, indeed she does. Do you have an idea what that means?”

Taehyung furrows his brows in thought.

“Perhaps that there will be a new sorceress soon?”

“A new sorcerer you mean.”

Taehyung widens his eyes, gawking at Hoseok.

“Yes”, Hoseok says and nods his head excitedly, “I am going to become her apprentice.”

“Are you having a jest with me?”

“I am not. I will go to her tower and prove to her that I am fitting for a magical student.”

“But…you are a boy. No boy ever learned magic before.”

“This isn’t true. There are sorcerers.”

“Yes, perhaps in faraway lands but not here.”

“Well, then I am going to be the first one from these lands”, Hoseok says and grins.

Taehyung needs a few moments to regain his thoughts. Such news are of great surprise to him. He knew of Hoseok’s wishes to learn magic, but to truly have him act on them is shocking. No boy has ever tried what he wants to try. Oh, Taehyung is truly flabbergasted by his friend’s plan.

“But what about your life here? At court? As my lord-in-waiting?” Taehyung asks.

Hoseok falters.

“Do you not want to be my lord of court anymore?” Taehyung asks and pouts sadly.

Hoseok lowers his eyes, “but my dreams”, he whispers.

“Is it your really dream to become a sorcerer?”

“It always has been. You know that it has.”

“You always talked about moving the stars one day. Even when we were just little.”

“Exactly. Oh Tae”, Hoseok takes Taehyung’s hands, “I know I sound as if I have lost my mind, but I truly think that I could convince her to take me as her apprentice. I want to take this chance, perhaps there won’t ever be another like it.”

“And if you do and she agrees, you won’t forget me, will you?” Taehyung asks with great insecurity on his features.

“Of course I won’t. Oh Tae, why would you even worry about such things? You are my best friend. No, you are more than that. You are my brother and I won’t ever forget you.”

Taehyung smiles shyly, “that is so good to hear. I want you to accomplish your dreams. My dream has always been to paint and write poetry and sing songs and these days, I can do all these things and more. It would be unfair of me to stop you from achieving your dreams. Forgive me for my initial distaste.”

“No do not apologise, I understand your grievances. I will miss my life here. I love being your lord of court.”

“I love it as well. I love our conversations in the orange gardens and sharing chocolates after dinner”, Taehyung says and giggles.

Hoseok giggles as well, nodding his head in agreement.

“And swimming in the lagoons”, he says to which Taehyung agrees with a scrunch of his nose.

Their laughter dies down naturally. Hoseok lets out a loud sigh, sagging his shoulders.

“Maybe nothing will change in the end. Oh Tae, I am terribly nervous. What if the sorceress refuses to even hear me out?”

“I am sure that you will do great. We could practice your speech together.”

“You would really help me? I do not know where to start or what I need.”

“Yes, that is true. Me neither”, Taehyung says and tilts his head to the side. He scratches his chin. Suddenly his eyes light up.

“What did you think of?” Hoseok asks excitedly.

“Shall we look in the library? Perhaps we could ask Mistress Qela if she knows how to write applications”, Taehyung suggests.

“Yes, what a wonderful idea. We should go this instance.”

The two young men leave Taehyung’s recreation room, chatting about the endless possibilities once Hoseok mastered magic. They talk about making flowers with his fingers and giving oranges a sweeter taste. They dream about making pretty shells appear on shore and of Taehyung’s paints never running out again. All the great, revolutionary spells they do not speak for their minds never wandered there.

Mistress Qela is sitting by her desk, surrounded by scriptures and books and with her silver haired cat keeping her company.

“Mistress Qela?”

The elderly dwarf lifts her head upon being called. She fixes the reading glasses perched atop her nose and places her writing feather aside.

“Young prince Taehyung”, she says, standing up to bow at him.

“Please stay comfortable.”

Despite his words, she finishes her bow before sitting down again. She runs her eyes over the young prince first, then his young servant by his side.

“What brings you here, Sire?”

“Show him the letter, Hoseok.”

Hoseok takes out the flyer and places it on the table. Mistress Qela scoots to the edge of her seat and begins reading with a loud clear of her throat. She is running her fingers through her greying beard as she does, keeping her bushy brows furrowed.

“It seems that the sorceress Selen is seeking new apprentices”, she concludes.

“Yes indeed and Hoseok wants to fill the position, but we do not know how to write an application. Mistress Qela, could you help us?”

The dwarf runs her eyes over the two young men, carrying a stern expression on her face. Seconds pass like this where she stares and they allow her to do so nervously.

“Very well”, she says in the end and slides from her chair, “follow me, young ones. There are books in these halls which will help you”, she says and stomps away. She won’t comment on Hoseok’s dreams for it wasn’t her right to do so. She is aware how possible some impossible dreams are. She herself was called a foolish girl by her tribe for wanting to be become a librarian instead of a miner. She will always offer understanding for the dreams of young people even if others might call them foolish.

The books they seek are on the second floor in a high shelf where a window next to it allows sunlight to enter. Just a few shelves down, there is a desk with chairs and candles for light. It is currently empty.

Mistress Qela points at the shelves which are just out of reach for her.

“You will find what you are looking for here. Do not hesitate to ask me for help however. Have a good read, my young ones”, she says and turns to stomp back to her scriptures.

“Thank you, Mistress Qela!” Hoseok and Taehyung call after her.

Soon the dwarf disappears down the stairs.

“So, where shall we start? Shall we look for books each?” Taehyung suggests.

“Yes, that is a very good idea”, Hoseok agrees.

The young men spend the rest of their day in the library. They read books, scriptures and writings. They compose practice applications and note down new knowledge whenever they stumble upon it. They discuss the important parts and exchange possible phrases to use.

They are so lost in their research, that they do not hear the dinner bell, nor witness when Mistress Qela leaves for her bedchambers. They most definitely would have continued to be lost if Taehyung’s wife, the princess of the Sand Queendom, hadn’t looked for them.

“My darling one?”

Neither Taehyung nor Hoseok hear her and the princess has to try three more times before they finally lift their heads.

“Oh? My darling one”, Taehyung gasps, stumbling from his chair to hurry to her. He takes her hands, guiding them to his lips to kiss her knuckles.

Hoseok is standing as well, bowing his head deeply.

“What are you doing here?” Taehyung asks her.

“I could ask you the same thing. You were missed at dinner and it is way past our bedtime. I was worried.”

“Forgive me, my darling one but I am helping Hoseok with his application”, he says.

“Application?”

He guides her to the desk, showing her what they have been working on. The flyer of the sorceress is also on the desk.

“The sorceress is seeking a new apprentice and Hoseok wants to apply. We spent all day on perfecting his application”, Taehyung explains, “look. What do you think of it?”

The princess looks at Hoseok, ignoring the papers her husband is trying to show her.

“You want to leave your position as lord-in-waiting?” she asks.

“Yes, your highness”, he says, lowering his head in respect, “please forgive the sudden news. I planned on telling you and the Queen tomorrow. Please forgive me.”

“But men are forbidden from learning magic.”

“I know, your highness”, he lowers his head even more, “I thought that I could try. At least. Perhaps it could work.”

“I see”, she says and finally looks at the paper. She sits down where once Taehyung sat and picks up a writing feather, reading through the application. The two men watch her in silence. She nods her head sometimes and fixes mistakes, she also praises some parts whilst correcting others.

“It reads well”, she finishes the letter, “I shall ask mother to write you a letter of recommendation and I believe that with it and this application you will have good chances.”

“What?!” the two man exclaim at the same time.

“You have no problem with his plans?” Taehyung gets out.

“You aren’t angry at me?” Hoseok blurts out.

The princess chuckles, shaking her head.

“Why should I? I know that you dream of being a sorcerer and you are my friend as well. I want to support you”, she says.

“Oh my darling”, Taehyung says and pulls her up just to hug her tightly.

She laughs, accepting it with closed eyes.

“You are truly the most wonderful person”, he says and kisses her cheek.

“You are adorable”, she says.

“Thank you so much, your highness. You do not know how much this means to me”, Hoseok says, bowing so deeply he almost folds himself in half.

“Please do not thank me too soon. We will still have to get you through the part trickiest, which is getting her to even hear you out.”

“But with the Queen’s letter of recommendation it could work, couldn’t it? Oh! I could write one as well. So two people of power speak highly of him. You could write one as well, my darling one.”

“Fine, I shall write one as well. But first, you two need to have your dinner and then get your sleep. You have bodies to nourish besides your research”, she says and begins pushing them away from the desk gently.

The Queen agrees to the letter without hesitation. She is quite taken by the idea that the first sorcerer of these lands could be one of her servants. She tells the court on the same day and soon talk about Hoseok’s dream is heard in every corner of the castle. Excitement is grande. Young master Hoseok will be the first ever sorcerer and Castle Sandrock will be known as his once loving home. So the people talk. The Queen even lets her trusted dressmakers create a most elegant gown for him so he could look his best and offers one of her carriages for him to take to the tower so he didn’t have to sweat through his new dress. One week later, Hoseok has everything he needs for the most compelling application and the day of his attempt can no longer be postponed.

The courtyard is busy with life on his day of leaving – even if he will return by nightfall again, it is after all just a conversation – and the day has been good till now. There were celebrations in the servant wing during breakfast and good cheers in the court room during lunch. Hoseok accepted it with burning cheeks and constant confessions that he feels unworthy of such support. Nobody acknowledged him and the celebrations continued. The Queen and her husband are standing by the carriage. Taehyung and his wife are beside them.

“I shall pray for your success”, the Queen says.

“I believe that you will be successful”, her husband says.

“Thank you so much, your highness. I do not know how to be worthy of such support”, Hoseok says, bowing deeply.

“Just come home with good news.”

“I will, my Queen. At least, I hope I will.”

The Queen laughs fondly, “I am most certain that you will.”

The princess presses a piece of fresh cake into his hands. It is wrapped in a silken handkerchief and still warm from the stone ovens. The faint smell of butter and vanilla comes with it.

“Fresh pearl cake for you”, she says, “I find its sweet taste calms me down in nervous moments. Perhaps it can aid you as well.”

“Thank you, your highness”, Hoseok says, bowing in gratitude.

“May the goddesses be with you.”

“Thank you, your highness”, Hoseok says, bowing deeper.

Taehyung doesn’t say his goodbyes because he promised to come with Hoseok. The two friends get into the carriage together and accompanied by music and cheers, they leave the courtyard for the tower.

The drive through the city is calm. The day is still young, but life is already busy. The merchants are promoting their fresh goods with loud calls and chants, the seagulls fly high above the painted roofs in search of an easy snack and many people use the sunny morning to get their shopping done. Hoseok doesn’t feel his nerves in the city because he has something to look at and listen to.

The tower of the sorceress is in a calmer area of the city, passed the two inner most walls and at the end of a steep road. It is walled in, but its gates are always open, and consists of not only the high tower but two buildings as well, which are used as housing for magical students and work rooms, as well as a shop which sells magical goods made by the students. Behind the high walls, a luscious garden offers everything the eyes and nose desire. Fruit trees and vegetable beds are always rich with their bearings, offering nourishment to people who might struggle with hunger. Flowers are always in bloom, filling the air with their sweet scents. Old trees offer shade to anyone who might need it and the big fountains offer clear water, which never runs out.

The carriage comes to a stop. Big formations of purple crystal sticks out from the ground, glimmering in the light and on the shop porch cats are napping in the warmth. Glimmering clouds of purple magic traverse the air, giving everyone who might walk through such a cloud a sensation of clarity.

“It seems that we have arrived”, Taehyung says, studying the tower with wondrous eyes. Magic keeps the garden healthy and rich despite the hot weather and rainless days. The roof and window frames are coated with golden paint, reflecting the light and in the high above chambers purple curtains sway in the breeze.

“This looks beautiful”, he says, “you have windows here as well. Oh and they are so big.”

Hoseok can barely hear his friend’s excited words for he is too occupied with gawking at the stream of excited girls and young women flooding the tower gates with dreams of a brighter future. So many people came today.

Hoseok closes the curtain and gulps.

Taehyung reaches over to pat his knee.

“Nervous?” he asks.

“Frightened. Have you seen all these people? How should I even stand a chance?”

“You stand a chance because you are you and you deserve it.”

“Shall we turn around again? Let us turn around again.”

“No”, Taehyung shakes his head vigorously, “no, you have worked so hard for this. At least try. If it fails, you can say that you tried your best, otherwise you will already have failed.”

Hoseok gives in with a sigh, “you are right. Oh Taehyung, I am so nervous.”

“Don’t be, you will do wonderful in there”, Taehyung assures him and stands up to hug his best friend, “if you get too scared, think of me. I will wait right here outside these walls and think positive things about you.”

Hoseok smiles, “thank you. This makes me feel better.”

“Now go in there and show everyone why you deserve to study magic”, Taehyung says and smiles.

Hoseok frowns in dedication, “I will show everyone, yes I will.”

“That is the spirit! I am cheering for you”, Taehyung says and stays by the carriage while Hoseok leaves for the gates. He waves his friend until the masses swallow him. He releases a sigh of contentment, turning to his guard, “what say you? I saw a small shop filled with art down this road. Do you believe that we have time to visit it?”

“I believe we do, my lord.”

“Very well, then I want to go there.”

“Yes, my lord.”

Hoseok clutches his bag with both hands, trying not the look left and right in fear of seeing the judgemental eyes of others. He can feel them surround him, shrinking him more and more the closer to the tower he gets. He is aware that he is wrong here, but it still hurts to feel it so obviously. Most of the people are too busy with their own nervousness to care however.

“Leave me alone, you old hag!”

A loud voice calls Hoseok’s attention. An old, clearly weak woman tried to seek support on an arm of one of the women storming into the castle. The latter is slapping her hands away, calling her an “old hag” once again.

Hoseok stops in his steps. None else does. He watches for a few more moments to see if the situation resolves itself. The young woman storms off with her friends, leaving the old woman stranded by the wall. She looks helpless, trying so very hard to pick up herself up, but failing miserably as her own age betrays her. People pass her, but nobody helps.

Hoseok furrows his brows and runs to her.

“Forgive me, do you need help?” he asks, stretching out his hands to her.

The old woman lifts her head slowly, squinting her eyes to see better.

“Oh? Young boy, you come at my lowest times. I walked along these walls before I felt the sugar in my blood sink and now I have also dropped my bags. I cannot get up. Oh, these aren’t good times to see me, young boy.”

Hoseok squats down beside her

“Please, worry not”, he assures her, “may I place my hand on you to support you?”

“Yes, young boy.”

Hoseok does it gently and carefully, rubbing her arm slowly.

“Worry not, we will just sit here for a while until the drowsiness passes”, he says and offers her his waterskin, “please drink something. Clear water, collected just this morning.”

“Oh? Oh goddesses be pleased, thank you”, she accepts it.

Hoseok helps her drink from it. Next he offers her all his pearl cake.

“I couldn’t.”

“Pearl cake. It contains sugars. I wouldn’t want you to lose consciousness.”

“Are you certain, young boy? I have already robbed you of your water, I do not want to steal your food as well.”

“I wish to give this to you. You need it more than I do”, he says and smiles. When she still hesitates, he breaks off a small piece, offering it to her.

“Oh, young boy. You are too good to me”, she says and accepts it. She eats it, chewing it with the little amount of teeth she still has left, “oh it is wonderful. So sweet and very delicate on my teeth”, she says and smiles to show off her gums.

Hoseok laughs fondly, “you have a bright smile.”

“It was brighter in my youth”, she jokes, making him snicker.

“I am sure it was.”

“Thank you, young boy. You can go now if you wish to. I can manage on my own.”

Hoseok however dismisses her with a shake of his head, “I would feel terrible if I left you like this.”

“Oh, young boy you are too good to me.”

Hoseok and the old woman chat until she has finished the pearl cake and water. She tells him how she is on her way home from the market and that she bought all her food for the week. She looks ashamed when she tells him that she began to feel weak, but Hoseok assured her that there was no shame in it and that the days have been exhaustingly hot lately. She agreed with a nod of her head and a curse to the heavens for heating up the earth so much. Then she drifts off and begins telling stories from when she felt better and that she has a barely studied disease the doctors call diabetes. Hoseok asked for more information, but all she could tell him is that she can’t eat too many sweets as this could be dangerous, but also not too little as this would make her faint. He didn’t quite understand it, but she assured him that the doctors didn’t either yet. Then she asks if Hoseok had somewhere to be.

Hoseok looks over his shoulder. The roads are empty. His heart skips a panicked beat. How much time has passed? He looks back at the old woman and her innocent curiosity in her eyes.

“The sorceress’ tower”, he says and sighs in defeat, “I want to apply as her apprentice, but I do not know if this is even a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“Because I am a boy.”

“Well, you should still try.”

“You believe so?”

“Yes I really do”, she says and begins standing up with grunts.

“Wait! Let me help”, Hoseok says, stumbling to his feet hastily so he could support her.

“Oh, thank you young boy, thank you. Oh, my old bones aren’t what they used to be. Oh, aging is a curse”, she says and then tries to reach for her bags.

“Please, allow me”, he says, picking them up instead, “where is your home?”

“No, no I couldn’t. You need to go to the tower, not help an old woman carry her food.”

“I couldn’t leave you alone like this. What if the sugar in your blood sinks again?”

“Would you truly do this for an old hag?”

“You aren’t a hag. I wish to help you. Life is easier this way”, he says and offers her his arm to hold on to.

She takes it gladly, pointing west.

“My house is this way. It isn’t big, but it keeps the heat out. I couldn’t ask for more.”

“Then we shall walk there together. If you need to take a break, please let me know.”

They leave the tower gate behind in slow steps. Time still passes, but Hoseok can’t think about it right now. He really wants to help this woman, he doesn’t care how long it will take.

“Do you live close by as well, young man?”

“I live in this city, but I’m not from here.”

“You aren’t?”

“No, I come from the Snow Isles.”

“The Snow Isles? Oh this is so far away. What brings you so, so far away from home?”

“My best friend married a woman from here and I followed him.”

“A woman you say?”

“Yes, he was promised to her and I…” Hoseok falters. He doesn’t like to tell people who he really is because most people begin to feel inferior once they do. He doesn’t want people to feel as if they were less than him and so he lies, “…I came with him because he was scared to leave home. He is one year younger than me and we have been best friends since he was only eight months of age.”

“Eight months of age you say? And how old are you now?”

“I am twenty and three of age. He is still twenty and two. We have been here for more than two years now.”

“Oh, then you have known each other for a long time.”

“Yes, we have. He feels like a brother to me. He is still a little naïve sometimes, but his heart is at the right place. He supports me in my dream even if it is foolish.”

“And why is it foolish?”

“Because no boy was ever allowed in this school. We aren’t meant to learn magic.”

“Well, times can change. Don’t you think?”

“Yes, I do agree, but it is also a foolish thing to think.”

“No it isn’t. I do not know you, but I believe in you.”

“Thank you, this means a very lot to me.”

The woman lives quite far from the school. Hoseok doesn’t complain, supporting her until she is sitting safely in her own home. She talks about dizziness again and so Hoseok offers to cook something for her which will raise the sugar in her blood again. She refuses more times than not, talking about how she already stole too much of his time. But he didn’t care. He helped her. He put the food she bought aside and cooked a healthy meal for her. He stayed with her until she ate and then helped her relax her swollen feet. He would have also helped her in setting up her bed, but she managed to send him away before that, stuffing money into his hands for all he did.

“I couldn’t”, he refuses, shaking his head vigorously.

“Take it, please I insist.”

“But, this is your money. I couldn’t take it.”

“I wish to give this to you. The only thing I need from you is your name so I can include you in my prayers from now on.”

“Hoseok. My name is Hoseok, but please keep your money.”

“Hoseok”, she smiles, “I shall remember your name, Hoseok”, she says and pulls her hands away so he can’t attempt to place the money back into them.

Hoseok gives up with a sigh, bowing deeply.

“Thank you, I will spend the money well”, he lies, “perhaps we will see each other again. I will pray for your health as well.”

“Yes, I believe that we will see each other again”, she says and looks at him with a knowing glint in her eyes. Perhaps the light deceived him, but they looked purple for just a second. He shakes away the funny feeling and bows one last time.

Then he leaves, letting her think that he took the money. He slips it and one of his rings back under the door once he closed it, leaving before she could notice. He feels good about helping her until the hall of prayer close by reminds him of the time with loud calls of bells. Two hours. He spent two hours with this woman. The applications only last another hour.

Hoseok jumps into a full sprint, running back to the school even if the distance is grande. He has to be punctual! He has to get there in time! If he loses his chance because he didn’t run fast enough, he will forever blame himself! Quick! Run! Quick, quick, quick!

He arrives, heaving and panting. His clothes are soaked in his sweat, his head is just a little dizzy. The sun has never felt more punishing than it does right now.

He comes to a stop in a stumble, supporting himself by leaning his hands on his knees.

“What brings you here?” the guards ask him.

“I…am…here…for…the…appli…cations”, he is heaving out his words, barely managing to breathe.

“The doors are closed.”

“What?” he gasps, “no”, he shakes his head, “no, please allow me to enter. Please.”

The guards exchange an annoyed look.

“The doors are closed.”

Hoseok feels like crying. He came too late.

“Please”, he begs, “please I promise to be quiet, please.”

“Leave, boy. The doors are closed.”

Is it because he is a boy? Is that the reason?

“Is it because I am a boy?”

She curls her lips in distaste. The glimmer in her eyes lets him know that it truly was because he was a boy.

“No. You simply came too late.”

“But-”

“Leave before we make you”, she warns, flashing her eyes purple.

Hoseok takes a cautious step back. Anger, frustration, sadness, helplessness. He feels all of it. He is going to fail not because he came too late or didn’t impress the sorceress enough, but because the guards are cruel sexists.

“Please.”

“No. You-”

“Wait! Please wait!”, a girl stumbles next to Hoseok, coming to a stop with a squeak. She must have been running as well because sweat pearls have collected on her forehead, “forgive me, oh forgive me I arrived too late. Are the doors still open?”

The guards grind their teeth in annoyance. Hoseok stifles his victorious smile.

“Yes”, they press out and step aside.

“Thank you, oh thank you”, she says and hurries inside.

Hoseok follows her, looking over his shoulder to send the guards the smile he was hiding. He did it. Now nothing can stand in his way anymore.

There aren’t many people left in the waiting room. They all look at him as he passes the threshold. Whispers begin instantly, but Hoseok doesn’t care. He is too busy with recovering from the intense run. So much for taking a carriage so he wouldn’t ruin his new clothes. He looks as if he took a dive in the ocean. He reaches for his waterskin. Empty. He grunts, dropping his head against the wall in exhaustion. He is going to die in these halls.

Three other girls enter and leave the hearing room until Hoseok finally somehow recovers from his run. He scoots up the seats with the remaining girls, finally feeling ready to look around. They are staring at him. The girl which also arrived too late is missing. She must have already left.

One of them scrunches her nose at him in distaste.

“Why are you here?” she asks.

“The same as you”, he answers her snappishly because he recognises her. She was the one who abandoned the old woman.

“You aren’t allowed to be here.”

“Yes, I am.”

“No you’re not. This place is for girls only.”

“No, it is not.”

She scoffs in distaste. Others are chuckling quietly. Hoseok stands his ground, staring her down. She curls her lips.

“You are sweating, it’s revolting”, she says.

“That is because I just ran quite the distance and it is hot outside.”

“Well, I don’t like it. You look ugly.”

“Not as ugly as you.”

She gasps. The others around her do as well.

“Excuse me?” she hisses.

“I watched you abandon the old woman outside the walls. Your ugly soul makes you the ugliest here”, he says and turns his head away.

“How dare you! You come in here and insult me? Who do you think you are?”

Hoseok ignores her.

“I’m talking to you”, she hisses and reaches over to slap his arm harshly, “I said, I’m talking to you.”

Hoseok sends her a deathly glare and stands up to walk closer to the door.

“What’s your problem, why are you ignoring me?” she spits and jumps up to attack him again.

The door opens. The girl, who was just inside, stares as the scene unfolding. The guard by the door does as well and far in the back the sorceress is watching it happen. The rude woman with the ugly soul stops her attack on Hoseok and presses herself past the girl coming outside.

“It was about time, I was wait…” the door falls closed and silences her.

Hoseok finally releases the nervous breath he was holding in, rubbing the spot the rude girl hit multiple times. It hurts.

“Are you hurt?”

Hoseok looks at the girl who just came out of the hearing room. She was the one who also running late.

“I am fine. How did it go inside?” he asks her.

“Oh, I do not know. I felt so nervous that I kept messing up my words.”

“I understand you so well. I feel so nervous as well.”

“So you are also here to learn?”

“I am.”

“But you are a boy. Are boys allowed here?”

“I want to be the first sorcerer in this school.”

“Oh? I see. You must be so nervous then.”

“I am. I really am.”

“I can see that. You look very hot. Are you sure that you are fine?”

“I am. I ran and have no water left to drink”, he says and chuckles nervously, “I hope that my throat doesn’t constrict inside.”

“Do you want some of my water? I already drank from it, but if you don’t mind.”

“Would you really? I hate to beg, but I ran so far.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t mind. Please”, she says and offers her waterskin.

Hoseok accepts it with a deep bow, drinking from it almost greedily. Oh it feels so good to drink. He felt so close to his end.

He tries not to drink all of it, handing it back to the girl.

“I bless you. This truly saved me.”

“I am just glad that I could help”, she says and smiles, “I wish you luck. Maybe if you succeed, my brother could too one day.”

Hoseok feels warm in his chest. He is already inspiring people. He nods his head vigorously.

“Yes, yes indeed. I believe that he will.”

She bows her head at him, “perhaps we will see each other again at school.”

He bows his head at her, “perhaps we will.”

She leaves then, looking over her shoulder one last time before she crosses the corner.

Hoseok takes a deep breath. Now that he finally had some water to drink, his head feels clearer. He needs to prepare. He takes out his application from his bag and begins reading.

He doesn’t notice when the rude girl comes back out, neither does he notice her poisonous glances until she talks to him.

“You are still here”, she spits, making herself big in front of him.

Hoseok lowers his papers, looking down at her.

“I wasn’t in the hearing room yet, so yes I am.”

“You should leave now. You won’t ever stand a chance.”

“We will see about that.”

She scoffs and slaps the papers out of his hands.

“Hey!”

She turns and stomps away.

Hoseok squats down, picking up his papers with shaking hands. This hurt him. He is already nervous beyond recovery and now he was treated like garbage. He is too emotionally vulnerable to be bullied this way. The papers are out of order. Oh no, oh no, oh no. Everything is going wrong. His application is a mess.

“You.”

Hoseok lifts his head.

“You’re next.”

“I, I haven’t sorted my papers yet.”

“You can do it inside. Time’s ticking”, the guard says.

Hoseok feels dizzy, scrambling to pick up his papers.

“Hurry up.”

“I am, please.”

The sorceress Selen lifts her head at the noises by the door. Her guard is talking to one of the potential students. Like always, she has a harsh tone going on. Whoever she is rushing, seems to be quite upset about it. Second later he stumbles into the room. The sorceress Selen widens her eyes in surprise. A boy? This is new.

Said boy is busy with sorting papers. So busy in fact that he doesn’t even notice her presence until she greets him.

He lifts his head, “oh? Oh, heavens. Please fo-forgive me”, he bows deeply, dropping his papers again, “no! Oh no, my application! Not again!” he exclaims and falls to his knees to sort it out.

She stands up so she could see past her desk. His hands are trembling uncontrollably as he is picking up the papers.

“Are you alright?”

“Pl-please forgive me. I, I am sorry. I d-dropped my application. I- please forgive me, please”, he stutters, working hastily to fix it, “foolish Hoseok. You are foolish.”

He seems to be talking to himself. Poor boy.

With pity in her heart, she rounds the table to help him.

“No please you, you do not have to help I, I- oh god.”

“Don’t worry. I wish to help you. Life is easier this way.”

Hoseok falters. The words seem familiar to him, but he cannot remember where and if he heard them before. He lowers his head after meeting the sorceress’ purple eyes.

“Thank you. I-I am not usually that clumsy.”

“Worry not”, she assures him and hands him the finished papers, “there you go.”

“I thank you. My deepest gratitude, truly.”

She stands back up and rounds the table. She sits down, waiting until the young man sat down as well. He sits as straight as possible, holding his head high even if he can barely keep up eye contact. He looks very obviously hot. As if he ran quite the distance. She studies the papers he is clutching, then looks back into his eyes.

“Are you feeling alright? You look quite hot.”

“I had to run quite far.”

“Overslept?”

He shakes his head vigorously, “no, my lady sorceress, I have been awake with the first ray of sunlight, preparing for today.”

“Indeed?”

He nods his head.

“So why were you running?”

“I…” Hoseok could tell her about what he did, but he doesn’t want to come off as if he was boasting. He didn’t help this old woman because he wanted to boast, he helped her because he wanted to be kind. He decides against telling her, “…I had something important to do, which took me quite far from this school. So I had to run back again in order not to miss the hearing.”

“Mhm, something important you say. Very well then. Now, your name is Hoseok?”

“Yes, indeed. I am Hoseok.”

“And why are you here, Hoseok?”

“I want to become one of your students”, he says and slides over the papers, “I know I am not your usual candidate, but I am a hard worker and a diligent learner. I wrote an application and, and there are also letters of recommendation.”

“You wrote an application?” she asks, lifting up the papers with the help of magic.

“I did yes. I, I had no idea how to, so I spent all day reading books about it and practicing until it was as perfect as it could be.”

“You researched how to write applications?”

Hoseok’s cheeks light up, “I, I meant- I didn’t- I mean I did, but I- I wanted it to be perfect.”

“I see”, she says and looks into the papers. She skims her eyes over them, but does not begin reading them yet, “I shall read through them later”, she says and fixes the heap into one neat stack.

Hoseok gulps nervously, ogling the papers. He does not know what this means meant. Oh, his heart might give up in his chest.

“I thank you for coming here. You will hear from me soon.”

“You have no questions for me?” he gasps.

“I have everything I need to know.”

“But”, Hoseok stops his lower lip from trembling, “I truly want this position.”

“I am certain that you do. So do many other young women however.”

“I, I dreamt of being a sorcerer ever since I could think and, and I know that I-I am a man and that it, it isn’t tradition in these lands for boys to learn magic, but I know that I could do it. I, I want it and I will work so very hard for it. I will work so, so hard until my fingers are sore and my mind foggy. Please. You could count on me, my lady sorceress. I work hard and well and I do not break under pressure. I am also very cleanly and punctual and I fulfill each task to perfection. I, I can also read and write and I enjoy studying. Please my lady sorceress Selen, give me a chance. Please, I wouldn’t disappoint you.”

The sorceress Selen listened to his nervous babbling with a tinge of fondness in her heart. The passion burned in his eyes and the love for his dream was obvious in his voice.

“Thank you young master Hoseok, for your passionate words. I shall consider them.”

Hoseok panics. He said too much, came off as rude and obtrusive. He stands up quickly to apologise with a bow. He bows so vigorously that he hits his head on the desk. It is loud, forcing a squeak out of Hoseok as well. He stumbles back, touching his aching forehead.

“Oh! By Razula!” the sorceress exclaims, jumping up in shock, “are you hurt?” she gasps, reaching for him to hold him by his shoulders in case he loses his consciousness.

Yes, it hurts. He feels dizzy and his skull is pulsing, but nothing hurts more than the shame Hoseok feels. He made a fool of himself. Now the sorceress won’t ever consider him.

“I, I am not hurt”, he stutters, bowing again because the shame sits too deep, “please forgive me. I, I took too much of your time. Please forgive me.”

His face literally feels as if flames were melting off his skin. He is so ashamed that he wishes for the gates of Helva to swallow him whole. He feels tears in his eyes.

“Please forgive me, please”, he pleads and turns to run away.

“You-”, the sorceress does not get to finish her sentence because Hoseok left the room before that, slamming the door accidentally.

She allows the situation to sink in with her mouth open in shock and her body stiff in surprise. This was the most peculiar situation which has happened to her in a long time.

Hoseok almost throws himself into the carriage, falling around Taehyung’s neck before the young prince could even say his first word. He drops his sweet ice cream from the impact, grunting.

“Oh? Did it go so well?” he asks, hugging his best friend back.

Hoseok sobs heartbreakingly just as the carriage begins to move.

“Hoseok”, Taehyung gasps, tightening the hug, “what happened?”

“I made a fool of myself”, Hoseok chokes out and wails painfully.

“Why? What happened?”

Hoseok tells Taehyung how the sorceress didn’t even read his applications nor ask him questions and how he acted obtrusive only to completely embarrass himself by hitting his head on her table. He barely gets the words out as he cries as if he just lost every person dear to him. And Taehyung listens to him, trying to comfort him without any sign of success.

The castle welcomes him back with music and cheers, but that soon dies down when Hoseok leaves the carriage and runs straight to his chambers. Taehyung tells everyone what happened and no one truly knows how to behave once they know. A deep grieving is shared however.

Hoseok doesn’t leave his chambers for days. Taehyung is the one to make sure that he eats and drinks, but Hoseok never allows him to enter. The young prince has to put the tray of food in front of his door and come collect the empty one, hours later. He tries to talk to him, but the only thing he gets are mumbled “leave me alone”s or “go away”s. Hoseok is grieving, there is no denying that.

Taehyung huffs out air in frustration. He was painting in the orange gardens when he thought of his best friend again. He looks at his window. The curtains are drawn closed. Another huff of air shows how helpless Taehyung feels. He doesn’t know what to do to make Hoseok feel better again. His heart got shattered and Taehyung has no idea how he could glue it back together.

“Young prince Taehyung?”

Taehyung looks at his servant.

“Yes?”

“The letters of today.”

“Letters?” Taehyung stands up to get the heap of letters from the silver platter. The servant bows his head at him, watching the young prince sort through them.

Most are of royal duty, some are from his family back home and some are merchants attempting to advertise their expensive goods. Taehyung will read through them later. He reaches the end of the heap, widening his eyes.

A purple envelope with golden lettering spelling Hoseok’s name. The sorceress’ wax sigil keeps the letter closed. It is a dark purple colour.

“Is this…” his servant asks.

“It is”, Taehyung confirms, exchanging a shocked look with him.

“Your highness, did he do it?”

“Perhaps? Come, we have to give it to him.”

The young prince and his servant leave the orange garden, running to Hoseok’s chambers.

Taehyung doesn’t bother to knock, entering Hoseok’s room by calling his name.

The latter is lying in bed, lifting his tired head. He is squinting his eyes. His silver hair is messy. The air smells old.

“Hoseok! Hoseok, I have news!”

“I am not interested, just leave me alone”, Hoseok grumbles and buries his face in the pillow.

“You will want to know these news”, Taehyung says and jumps onto Hoseok’s bed, “Namgil, please open the curtains.”

“Yes, your highness.”

“No. No light. Just leave me alone”, Hoseok whines and pulls the blanket over his head.

Taehyung drags the blanket away. Hoseok fights him weakly, whining his name.

“Look. Hoseok, look”, Taehyung insists, waving the purple envelope in front of Hoseok’s face.

The heartbroken man peels his eyes open groggily.

“What?”

“Look.”

“Huh?”

Hoseok shoots up instantly, ripping the letter out of Taehyung’s hand. He moves it closer to his face, squinting his eyes to make sure that they aren’t deceiving him.

“What?” he presses out.

“It arrived earlier. Look, this is the sorceress’ sigil and, and this is your name”, Taehyung says, bouncing on the mattress as he points at them. He is so excited that he can barely contain himself.

“This can’t be”, Hoseok whispers and rips the sigil to unfold the latter.

Namgil sits down next to him, trying to steal a glance. He is just as excited as Taehyung.

“And? What does it say?” Taehyung stresses, “tell us please. We are dying in curiosity. What does it say?”

Hoseok lowers the letter, staring at Taehyung.

“What is it? Did you get the position?”

“I did”

“You did?!”

Hoseok nods his head.

“Yes! You did! Hoseok, you did!” Taehyung screams in excitement and falls around his best friend’s neck.

Hoseok is stiff and silent at first. The shock sits too deep. But as Taehyung’s laughs and sobs and cheers continue, the realisation of his situation begins to seep in. It isn’t long until Hoseok is sobbing and laughing as well, hugging Taehyung as if his life depended on it.

“I did it!”

“You did it! Hoseok, you did it!” Taehyung says and pulls Hoseok to his feet so they could jump on the bed together. Namgil joins as well. The three men hold hands and cheer loudly, so loudly in fact that soon guards peek inside the room asking if everything was fine.

“Tell everyone that Hoseok managed to get into the school”, Taehyung tells her with sparkling eyes.

“Oh! By the goddesses! Congratulation, Hoseok! I will tell everyone!” she exclaims and hurries away to spread the news in the castle.

The celebrations about Hoseok’s success last until the early morning hours. Dance is plenty, food delicious and wine most intoxicating. Hoseok, Lord of Court of Sandrock Castle will be the first sorcerer of these lands! Oh the news couldn’t be any sweeter.

But where sweetness lies, bitterness follows and only two days later, the moment of his goodbye has come. The court is excited for his future and yet terribly sad to part ways. His fellow servants already said their goodbyes to him with tears and a basket of fruits they saved up for together. The Queen and her husband said goodbye with white dresses he could wear at school and the promise that he will always be welcome at the castle. The princess is holding her husband, who has been sad ever since the morning.

The carriage is packed. There is no reason for Hoseok to stay any longer.

“So, I believe it is time for me to go”, Hoseok says.

“We wish you luck”, the Queen says.

“Thank you, your highness. Not only for your kind words, but also for your support. I am but a mere servant and you didn’t have to be so kind to me. So thank you”, Hoseok says, bowing until his chest touched his own thighs.

“We are all equal. You may have served my son in law, but you are also his dearest friend and his lord-in-waiting. Do not thank me for my kindness, I am happy to give it to you.”

“Thank you, your highness”, Hoseok says and straightens up. He looks at the princess, “you will have to take care of him for me.”

She laughs, “I will gladly do so. Good blessings, dear Hoseok.”

“Thank you, your highness”, Hoseok bows his head, then looks at Taehyung.

The latter pouts sadly, throwing himself around his neck in a tight hug.

“Please promise to write as often as you can”, he murmurs into him.

“I will. I hope that you write as well.”

Taehyung steps back, nodding his head vigorously.

“I will. Oh, you will get tired of me. I will write so many letters.”

The two men giggle, holding hands.

“And you have to visit on the weekends. Please, we need to talk in the orange gardens and swim in the blue lagoons.”

Hoseok nods his head vigorously, “I will visit whenever I can. I promise.”

“Good”, Taehyung says and falls around his neck, “I will miss you so much.”

“I will miss you too”, Hoseok says, closing his eyes as he enjoys his best friend’s hug before he can’t feel it for quite some time.

“Please be happy and successful. I will think of you each night.”

“Me too. Be happy as well and never stop painting.”

Taehyung laughs, but it sounds just a little like a sob. The two men hug each other tighter, laughing eventhough they are secretly crying.

“I won’t.”

“Good. That is good.”

The goodbye is bittersweet. The life they once knew and grew up with ends and a new one begins. It hurts. But they will each follow their dreams and will only be apart an hour by foot. It lessens the pain and gives both of them happiness. They will be apart, but still close. They won’t live their old lives anymore, but will finally follow their dreams. The goodbye is bittersweet. It truly is.

The streets in front of the school are calm today, which allows the carriage to drive all the way to the front steps of the student housing.

Hoseok steps out of the carriage, thanking the royal guard for helping him. He is conversing with her, blind to the shocked looks the magical guards send him. They are aware what the sigil on their armour meant and the realisation of who they were rude to just weeks ago sits heavy in their stomachs. And while Hoseok is talking to the guard, the servants he once commanded, carry his luggage to the student housing. They ask the guards where they must go and the latter tell them with nervousness in their voices.

“I wish you good blessings”, the guard says.

“Thank you Nepheli, I wish you good blessings as well”, Hoseok says, looking over his shoulder, “did Namgil disappear with the cases already?”

“It appears so.”

“Oh, well I see”, Hoseok gives Nepheli a smile, “we will see each other again.”

She bows her head, “most definitely we will.”

Once Namgil and two other servants return from Hoseok’s new chambers, it is time for the carriage to return to the castle. Hoseok waves to them until they disappear outside the walls. He lowers his arms and takes a deep breath. His heart is racing, but it isn’t for an uncomfortable reason.

He is excited.

His new life lies behind these doors.

He will finally study the arts of magic.

Hoseok contains the dance of happiness he wants to do and turns around. His eyes meet those of the guards. The judgment of once is gone. Nervousness replaced it.

They bow their heads at him, “my lord, I see that you were successful.”

Hoseok blinks his eyes in confusion. Why are they bowing their heads?

“May we help you with anything?”

“No, uh”, he clears his throat, “well, uh, where do I have to go?”

“Please, follow me, my lord.”

“Very well?” Hoseok follows her confusedly.

They have walked quite some time when he finally talks.

“Excuse me?”

“Yes, my lord?”

“Why are you calling me this way?”

“Well, are you not from the royal court?”

“Oh”, now he understands. They must have seen the royal crest and thought that he was of royal blood. Hoseok touches the side of his neck, flustering slightly, “some could say that I am.”

“My lord”, she bows her head, “I hope that our behaviour last time carries no consequences. You must know, we only followed our duties.”

Hoseok doesn’t like to feel superior. Again, he never tells people what his profession once was. But he also likes the sense of victory their apology gives him. They weren’t following duties last time, they were being sexist. Hoseok decides to let them boil in their misunderstanding a while longer.

“I understand. I had already feared that this school was guarded by a bunch of sexists.”

She laughs awkwardly, “no, my lord. Of course not. Everyone is welcome here.”

“Good. I hope it stays this way.”

“Yes, my lord”, she bows, then points at an open door, “the first lecture is here, my lord.”

“Thank you”, Hoseok says and walks off without bowing. His heart might actually fall out of his ribcage. He never felt more nervous before than he did right now. This was the first time he left a conversation without having to bow. Oh he is such a liar. This will have consequences for sure.

And while Hoseok thinks of his own actions, he scans his eyes over the classroom. It is high up in the tower with windows on six of the eight walls. Only the wall with the teaching board and the door have no windows. Two of the windows are facing into the hallways while the other four show the outside world. It is a sunny day, so the class room is flooded with natural light. Big chunks of purple crystal reflect the rays and on most wooden desks, young women were sitting. Small groups of chatting women have already formed. Their conversations die down when Hoseok enters the classroom. Whispers, which aren’t very secret, run through the room. Questions if “this” was a boy, wonders why he was here and rude comments about how he is wrong here all meet Hoseok’s ears.

He swallows down his nerves and lifts his hand to wave at the group of judging women.

“Good day, I am Hoseok. How are you all doing?”

All their heads turn away in sync and Hoseok is left without getting an answer. It stings, as much as it embarrasses him. He probably would have felt like crying when a sweet voice hadn’t called his name. He turns his head.

It is her. The girl, who also came too late and who saved his future back then. She is sitting with two other girls, waving her hand at him.

Hoseok jogs to her with a smile on his lips.

“You made it”, she says.

“You made it as well”, he says.

“I did. Oh, I am so happy to see you. Not only because I know nobody here, but because you made it.”

“I know nobody either. My name is Hoseok”, he says.

“I know, I heard. My name is ___.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you, ___.”

“The pleasure is all mine”, you say and continues with a shy gleam in your eyes, “do you want to sit together?”

“Yes, I would like that”, Hoseok says and sits down by the desk next to yours. His heart is fluttering. He is making friends. He doesn’t have to spend his entire academic career as an outsider. He turns his knees to you and gives you a smile.

You retort it.

“How are you doing?”

“Excited. I couldn’t sleep at all because I knew what today would bring. You?”

“Excited as well. And nervous”, Hoseok confesses, “I don’t think that I am very welcome here.”

You scan your eyes over the room. The conversations have become significantly quieter ever since Hoseok is in the room. Confused and judgemental looks meet his direction every now and then.

“It is the first time that a boy is learning magic. I believe that they are all just very confused.”

“I want to believe this as well”, Hoseok agrees and shifts his eyes to the two girls behind you, “nice to meet you.”

One of them has hair as red as fire, while the other has silver hair just like Hoseok. They both looked surprised to be addressed.

“Oh? Oh, uhm. Nice to meet you”, the silver haired girl says, “I’m Becca.”

“I’m Ash, nice to meet you”, the fire-haired girl says.

“Are you three friends?” Hoseok asks.

“No, we have only met today”, you say.

“I see, so we are all in the same boat.”

“We are”, Becca says, “are you really a boy?”

Hoseok nods his head.

“Are you actually allowed here?”

Hoseok shrugs his shoulders, “I managed to get in, so I must be”, he grins, “I am going to become the first sorcerer of these lands.”

“Woah”, Ash gasps, exchanging a look with Becca, “are you allowed to do that?” she is whispering the question as if it was a forbidden secret.

“I decided to rather ask for forgiveness than permission”, Hoseok whispers as well, making the girl snicker and hide their mouths behind their hands. A sense of excited glee washes over their faces. As if they are now part of a secret plan to change the world.

Hoseok smiles proudly, relaxing back into his seat. He feels relieved to know that he won’t be such an outsider here. That was truly his greatest fear.

Hoseok would have continued to chat with his new friends, hadn’t sorceress Selen entered the room, announcing herself with a clear of her throat. The classroom grows silent instantly.

A plethora of sorceresses enter the room behind her, lining up along the front of the classroom.

“Good morning, class”, sorceress Selen says loudly.

“Good morning, sorceress Selen”, the class answers back.

“As you all may know, you are the very few lucky ones who have impressed me. Some more than others”, she says, meeting Hoseok’s eyes long enough that the rest of the class notices. The jealous looks are instant. Hoseok feels hot under them, sinking deeper into his chair in hopes of hiding away.

Sorceress Selen breaks eye contact, scanning her eyes over the class as she talks.

“Remember that there has been a first for anything on earth. Someone had to take the first swim, the first run, someone had to taste sugar for the first time and someone had to have the first hangover. There will never stop being firsts and I ask of you to show the respect I see in every single one of you. Understood?”

It is obvious to all that she meant Hoseok’s presence in these halls. This is a first. Never before was there a boy studying magic in this school.

“Yes, Sorceress Selen”, the class answers hesitantly.

“Very good. Now, my name is, as you all know, Sorceress Selen. I am the headmistress of this school and I will also be your teacher of glintstone magic”, she says and steps back to allow another sorceress the spotlight.

“My name is Sorceress Zenith. I will be your teacher of magical potions.”

The next sorceress calls herself Ceva, introducing herself as the class’ teacher of magical literature.

Sorceress Ciri will be the teacher of magical history and Sorceress Cintra will teach the ways of magical transformation. The first year will only have five courses, but they promise that the students will have a lot of work to do and that five are very much enough.

“Now that we introduced ourselves, we would like you to do the same. Go on, stand up and introduce yourselves to the class. Be kind, you will spend a lot of time with each other.”

One by one the students stand up and introduce themselves. Hoseok listens intently to all of them, trying his hardest to memorise their names. The class is a good mixture of all social stands, races and nationalities. Hoseok is surprised at how many girls from other queendoms come to this school to learn. He likes it however. It makes his Snow Isles heart feel less alone in being so far from home. He feels his pulse increase the closer to his turn the introductions come and by the time it is finally his turn, his cheeks have started to heat up.

He stands up, looking around the room. All eyes are on him.

“My name is Hoseok, I come from the Snow Isles and I am here to learn magic just like all of you are, I believe, hah”, he says and laughs.

Nobody else laughs. Some even look at him angrily.

He clears his throat nervously, straightening his back.

“I know that you all must be very confused why I am here. A boy here in the school of magic, I know you must want to curse me and call me wrong. I do not blame you, but I want to say that if you need help, I am always willing to help”, he says and smiles, “I want all your very bests”, he says and bows, “thank you”, he says and sits back down.

The eyes linger on him just a little longer before you steal the attention by standing up loudly.

“I am ___. I was born and raised here and I live by the docks with my family. I am here to learn magic just like Hoseok already said”, you say, sending him a playful look, “that is all. Thank you.”

You sit back down, leaning closer to Hoseok to whisper. He leans in as well so he could listen better.

“You stole my joke”, you say and snicker.

“Forgive me, I panicked.”

“It’s alright. It was a good joke.”

Hoseok grins, agreeing with a nod of his head.

The students have free time for the rest of the day. Most use it to move into their chambers. Hoseok does as well. The chambers consist of one small shared room and two connecting bed chambers with a small washing chamber connecting as well. Hoseok arrives last at his shared room.

“Oh, it is you.”

Hoseok is greeted by you, Ash and Becca.

“Are you my new chamber mates?”

“Indeed we are. We were already wondering who might be our fourth chamber mate. Are all of these things yours?”

Hoseok looks at the heap of packages in the middle of the room. He wasn’t even aware of how much he packed.

Hoseok blushes shyly, “yes, they might be mine.”

“Forgive me for asking, but are you a prince?”

“A prince? Me?” Hoseok laughs, shaking his head, “oh goddesses no, I am no prince. I…” he stops himself. He almost exposed that he served Taehyung, prince of the Snow Isles and future queen consort of the Sand Queendom.

“But these are golden hinges. Only those of royalty can afford golden hinges on their travel cases.”

“Well”, Hoseok touches the side of his neck shyly, “I might have served a prince before coming here.”

“A prince?!” his chamber mates all gasp in unison, inching closer as excitement overtakes them.

“Who did you serve?”

“Do we know him?”

“Where is he now?”

“Who is it?”

“We can keep secrets.”

They bombard him with questions. Ash even grasps his lower arm to shake it in excitement.

Hoseok takes a careful step back, lifting his hands in defeat.

“Very well, very well I will tell you”, he gives in.

“Oh this is exciting.”

“I want to know everything.”

“Tell us, please.”

They babble and chat, sitting down on the shared seating to listen to Hoseok. He sits down as well, blushing heavily when they all gather around him with minimal space between their bodies. Their excited eyes are glued to his face.

He clears his throat, “I left the Snow Isles as a servant. The prince I served was promised to a princess and as his lord in waiting it was my duty to follow him and serve him in his new home.”

“But…when you served a prince and he was promised to a princess from these lands, that means…” Becca’s eyes widen as realisation sets in, “that means you are serving prince Taehyung! You were a servant at Queen Ranni’s court!”

They gasp loudly, throwing their hands over their mouths.

“Is it true?”

“Did you truly?”

Hoseok nods his head hesitantly, lowering his eyes shyly.

“By Frenya!”

“This can’t be!”

“Oh this is mindruining!”

You take his lower arm and shake it excitedly, “how is it living at court? Is the Queen as kind as it says she is? Is the princess truly beautiful beyond compare? And prince Taehyung, is he truly such a wonderful soul as everyone says?”

“Yes. Yes, I would say that all of these things are true. The Queen and her daughter supported me in my dream of becoming a sorcerer. They didn’t have to do so and yet they did. And Taehyung”, Hoseok smiles fondly, “Taehyung is my best friend. He didn’t have to support my silly dreams, but he was the first to dream with me. He is the kindest soul you will meet. He truly is.”

“So the sayings are true. The royal family is kind hearted.”

“Yes, they are. They are kind people”, Hoseok says and smiles, “that brings me to something to give me”, he says and stands up, “the princess insisted that I bring presents for my new chamber mates. She must have feared that I would be hated here, so she gave me something to bribe your hearts”, Hoseok explains, making his chamber mates laugh.

He feels good about it. People only laugh at jokes when they like the person telling it. The princess’ worries were useless. He still wants to give them their presents however.

“It isn’t much, but I hope that you will enjoy it nonetheless”, Hoseok says and hands each of his chamber mates a hand woven basket filled with oranges from the castle garden, chocolate from the castle’s kitchen and sweet wine from the royal vineyards.

“These are expensive things. I couldn’t take them”, you refuse, shaking your head.

“No please, the princess insisted that you each get something. It will rot otherwise, so please enjoy it.”

They each accept the gift with shy gleams in their eyes.

“And what about you? What have you done before coming here?” Hoseok asks.

“I worked in the mountains”, Ash says, “I never thought of coming here, but then I discovered my magic by accidentally lifting a stone and my mother encouraged me to seek education so that perhaps one day I can return to the village as a sorceress.”

“I also discovered my magic by sheer luck”, Becca says, “I live by the sea not far from here. One day I helped a fish come to life again. That is when I knew I had to seek help from sorceress Selen and now I am here.”

“Oh your stories are both wonderful, I discovered my magic through stubbornness”, you say with a chuckle on your lips, “each day after waking up, I tried to move my candle until one day I finally did. I told my family and days later sorceress Selen’s letter arrived. I knew I had to take the chance and here I am.”

The girls giggle, but Hoseok can’t find it in himself to laugh. They all know how to do magic already? He believed that all of them are like him, that this school is supposed to awake the magical powers within them.

“What about you? How did you discover your magic?” you ask him.

Hoseok gulps nervously, “I…uh….”

“You have discovered it, haven’t you?”

“Uh..I..uh..”

“You haven’t”, you gasp, exchanging a shocked look with Becca and Ash.

“But how do you know if you even have powers inside you?” Becca asks.

Hoseok touches the side of his neck in soothing. He never thought of that.

“What if you aren’t meant for magic? Not everyone is”, Ash gasps.

Hoseok feels his stomach twist. He never thought of that either. He believed that everyone can learn magic through hard work. He believed that magic slumbers in every person and that through hard work and proper education, they will awake.

“I thought that”, he begins, gulping down the nervous lump in his throat, “I thought that…that it would awake once I am at this school.”

“But how did you get through the application process?”

“What do you speak?”

“How did you manage to perform the spell without magic?”

“What spell?”

“The spell we had to perform to prove that we have magical abilities.”

“I, I didn’t have to perform a spell”, Hoseok stutters.

“So how did you get in?”

“M-maybe she saw something in me?” Hoseok says shyly.

“Alright”, Becca says and scrunches her nose.

Hoseok can see it in her eyes, her once friendly nature is gone. She looks at Ash and you. Ash’s face is cold as well.

“Shall we see if we can meet other people?” Becca asks.

“Yes we shall”, Ash says and stands up.

“That sounds like a good idea”, Hoseok says and stands up as well.

“Not you”, Becca says and drags Ash away from him.

“Oh”, Hoseok stops, feeling his chest sting.

They leave the room without looking back.

Hoseok lowers his head sadly, feeling a deep, deep pain in his heart.

“Well, that was just mean.”

Hoseok turns, studying you. You are frowning at the closed door.

“Are you feeling fine?” you ask him.

Hoseok shrugs his shoulders, pouting sadly.

“I am sorry they treated you this way. I’ve also only met them today, so this surprised me quite a lot.”

“You don’t have to be friendly with me if you don’t want to. I know I’m wrong here and that it seems as if sorceress Selen made a mistake.”

You furrow your brows, “but I want to be kind to you.”

“Oh.”

You pat the spot next to you. Hoseok hesitates at first, but takes it in the end. You turn your knees to him, giving him a sweet smile.

“The trick with magic is that you have to visualise it”, you say and lift one of the oranges Hoseok gifted you, “take this orange for example. Visualise how it floats from my palm”, you explain and demonstrate.

Hoseok gasps, staring at the floating orange in awe.

“It is floating”, he says, meeting your eyes. They changed to a purple colour, “your eyes”, he gasps.

“That means that I am using my magic”, you explain and drop the orange again. The purple glow fades away, revealing your natural eye colour.

“The glow stopped”, Hoseok says, “how did you do this?”

“I practiced a lot. I didn’t always have my magic either, so don’t beat yourself up too much. Not everyone discovers their magic as easily.”

“But how did you manage to discover it? You made an orange float, that is beyond impressive.”

You laugh softly, “it is barely a proper spell.”

“Well, it is more than I can do”, Hoseok says and huffs out air in impatience.

“Try it. Visualise how the orange floats.”

“Alright, alright I will try”, Hoseok says and focuses on the orange in your hand. He tries so very hard. He really, really does but the orange stays unmoving. He gives up after a few tries, sagging his shoulders in defeat, “I cannot do it.”

“Don’t give up already, practice each morning until it finally works”, you encourage him and peel the orange, “come, let us eat oranges for now. I have always wondered how royal oranges taste.”

You break it in the middle as best as possible, handing him the second half. You bite into your own half as if it was an apple, spilling juice down your hands. You slurp it up, humming loudly at the sweet taste.

“So sweet”, you exclaim, giving him a smile, “I love oranges so much. My mother grows an orange tree in our garden. I would like to argue that our oranges taste just as sweet.”

Hoseok feels good in his chest upon receiving your smile. It feels genuine.

“Do you like oranges?”

“Yes”, he says and finally bites into his orange as well, “I love them as well. We don’t have them on the Snow Isles.”

“I can imagine. Your home must be so cold.”

“It is, but I must confess that I miss it a lot.”

“Oh, I can imagine that as well. It must be hard to leave your home and your family.”

“Taehyung is my family, so it wasn’t that hard”, Hoseok says and sighs sadly, “I did leave him now however. I hope he is fine.”

“I am sure that he is. He is the prince, he must have everything that he wishes.”

“Yes, I do believe you are right”, Hoseok says and smiles, “thank you for being so kind to me.”

“Please, don’t thank me for that. Here, do you want to share the chocolate as well?”

The next day starts early, but Hoseok doesn’t mind. He is used to waking up earlier than other people. Work at the castle was always endless and it is the servants’ duties to prepare breakfast before the royal family wakes. Hoseok is used to early mornings, enjoying the calm morning hours. He washes himself in the washing chambers, then uses the hours before class to practice on an orange. Becca and Ash come out of their rooms as he practices.

“Why are you here?” Becca asks.

“Because this is my room as much as it is yours, so we can either make this comfortable for all of us by being grown-up enough to attempt to get along or make it uncomfortable by being childishly hostile. I know what I want to choose”, Hoseok throws back.

She doesn’t know what to say to that and so she drags Ash away to the washing chamber. Hoseok concentrates back on his orange. Visualise it. Visualise it. Come now Hoseok, visualise it.

Becca and Ash leave for breakfast soon, paying Hoseok no mind. Good. Complete neutrality to each other’s existence works for him as well.

“Good morrow.”

Hoseok looks over his shoulder, bowing his head at you.

“Good morrow.”

“You are practicing already? Oh, it is too early”, you grumble and drag your sleepy feet to the washing chambers.

Hoseok concentrates on his orange again, but with no results. You come out of the washing chambers before he could make it float.

“And?”

“I have been practicing for so long, but nothing”, Hoseok says, sighing defeated, “I think it won’t work today.”

“Then you will try again tomorrow”, you say and point at the door, “shall we leave for class?”

“Ah yes, the class”, Hoseok’s eyes light up, “can you believe that we will be taught magic?”

“No, it sounds surreal.”

“It truly does.”

Hoseok and you take the seats you took yesterday. Becca and Ash aren’t by their seats, spreading gossip with some girls in the front. Their chatter dies down when Hoseok enters the classroom and soon one of them walks up to him.

Hoseok lifts his head to look at her.

“I heard that you haven’t found your magic yet”, she says.

Hoseok sends a glare to Becca and Ash. They don’t dare to meet it, seeming oh so innocently shy all of a sudden. Gossiping wenches, Hoseok thinks and looks back at the girl in front of him. It is her. The rude girl from the application day.

“And if I haven’t?” he challenges her.

“Then you are wrong here.”

“Settle down, will you?” you warn, but the girl doesn’t listen.

“This is a school for women who know how to do magic, not spoiled boys who had the queen buy his way into it.”

Hoseok is a peaceful person and a slightly nervous person who doesn’t enjoy confrontation. Which is why it is quite surprising that he also cannot stand to be disrespected. He gets up from his chair, stepping closer to the rude girl until he towers over her.

“How about you tell me your name first before you go around insulting me for no reason whatsoever”, he hisses.

“Caria”, she says with confidence in her eyes.

“Caria”, Hoseok repeats calmly, “thank you, I will make sure to include it in my next letter to the Queen.”

Caria falters, “w-wait.”

“I jest”, Hoseok says and shows her an icy smile, “go back to your seat. Caria.”

Caria scurries off with panic in her eyes. Hoseok sends Becca and Ash a glare until they understand what he is implying, then sits back down again.

This is starting to properly anger him. He knows that he is the first boy attempting to learn magic, but these jealous girls are going too far.

“Don’t let them bring you down”, you whisper to him.

“I am not”, Hoseok says and shifts his eyes to the movement by the door.

He straightens up in shock, gawking at her with widened eyes. It is her. The old woman he helped outside the tower walls.

“Good morrow, class”, she says, dragging her old feet to the middle of the room, “go to your seats now, hop hop.”

Confused chatter goes through the room. Some seem to recognise the woman, while others are asking themselves who she could be. Hoseok is confused as well. Why is the old woman here? Why is she acting as if she was the one to teach?

She scans her eyes over the class, lingering on Hoseok just a little longer. She gives him a nod of her head and a knowing smile. It speaks to him, “I told you that we would see each other again.”

Hoseok feels himself bowing his head at her.

“Now very well, you are all seated”, she says, “how have you accommodated in your chambers? Is all well?”

Hesitant nods let her know the answer.

“That is good to hear. Ah yes, that is good”, she says and touches her lower back, “oh my old bones. Can one of you be so kind and get me a chair?”

Hoseok stands up instantly and hurries to get an empty chair. He carries it to her, helping her sit down by holding her hand gently.

“Oh thank you, dear Hoseok. Thank you.”

More whispering. He knows her? How does she know his name? She notices the whispers as well.

“I see that there is great confusion present in this room”, she says, “some may wonder where they have seen me before, some may wonder why I am here and some may wonder why I have addressed one of our worthy students by their name.”

She straightens her back. She seems healthier by the second.

“The secret is dear students, not all is always as the eyes tell us.”

Her spindly fingers age backwards, her once grey hair gains dark colour again.

“Not every person is simply a person one meets.”

Her once wrinkled face smoothes out. Her clothes, once of poor condition, change into that of obvious wealth.

“And not every test of worth is always based on skill.”

The once old, weak woman has morphed into sorceress Selen. Strong, healthy and with magical youth surrounding her. The girls, who noticed the old woman outside the castle walls gasp in horrid realisation that the old woman had been a test they all failed to pass. The girls, who didn’t notice her, gasp at the wonder of transformation unfolding in front of him. Hoseok doesn’t gasp. Hoseok gawks with widened eyes, unable to accept that this truly happened. This is why sorceress Selen’s words were familiar to him. It is because she said the words back to him he told her mere hours before as he helped her in her disguise. That is why the old woman’s eyes gleamed purple for but a moment. That is why he is here and why she didn’t ask him any questions. He had already passed the test without knowing that there was a test to pass.

“Now that the truth is out there, I assume that it is obvious to all why I kept you waiting for so long during the applications”, she chuckles mischievously, “I must apologise dear students, but I had to wait for the person worthy to pass my test and that person, my dear students, was Hoseok”, she says, pointing at him.

Hoseok gulps under the attention, feeling his cheeks heat up.

“Congratulations, Hoseok”, she says and gives him a nod of her head.

He bows his head shyly, keeping his eyes lowered because otherwise his cheeks would have been red as cherries.

“And as I have gathered from some of your shocked whispers”, she continues, “some have not passed my test. Caria, Becca, Heva and Toph I ask of you to go back to your chambers and pack your belongings.”

“What?!”

“Yes you have heard me. This was but a lesson for you. A lesson in kindness for I do not accept cruelty in my school.”

“But…what does this mean?”

“It means that you are not worthy of this school.”

“So why did we get in? Why did you send us this joke of a letter?”

“Why I told you. This was but a lesson for you”, sorceress Selene says, “take from it that you need to grow and work on yourselves. As for the rest of my students, take from it that your position in this school is not set in stone. Many have the potential to harbour magic, but not many are worthy of having it. And that this worth is not solely based on skill. Remember this, my young apprentices.”

“So why is Hoseok here? He doesn’t even know if he has magic inside”, Caria spits, making his heart race in panic.

Sorceress Selen’s features darken.

“Have you no functioning ears to listen? I just told you that worth is not only based on skill. Oh you disappoint me, child.”

Caria closes her mouth.

Sorceress Selen clears her throat and continues, “I get the feeling that Hoseok isn’t the only one who still needs to discover his magic. A barking dog often intimidates those more timid to silence”, she says and she looks at a few girls who seem incredibly shy all of a sudden. Almost as if they were scared to be found out that they neither know how to access their magic. Sorceress Selene looks at Caria and Becca, “wouldn’t you agree?”

“Sorceress Selene, I would like to apologise”, Becca says.

“Oh there is no need. Come back again once you are worthy”, Sorceress Selene says and with a snap of her fingers, makes the four girls she called out disappear.

Loud uproar goes through the room.

“Have no fear, they are just fine. I merely helped them with returning to their rooms. They will have all the time in the world to pack their belongings”, she says and stands up from the chair, “now let us truly begin the lesson. Who of you hasn’t mastered their access to magic yet?”

Hoseok lifts his hand, looking around the room. He is the only one. A deep pit of despair begins to open in his stomach until suddenly, very timidly a girl lifts her hand as well. Ash. She lied in fear of being found out. Another soon lifts her hand after her. Then a third and a fourth until six people including Hoseok and Ash have their hands raised.

“As I have figured”, Sorceress Selene says, “well done, my dear students. Honesty will bring you further than deception. Now, can any of you tell me what gives us our magical abilities?”

“The planets?”

“That is a good answer. Any other ideas?”

“The ocean?”

“Oh most definitely. The ocean can be a powerful source.”

“So many things can be used as a source?”

“Now you are asking the right questions. Indeed they can. However there is one thing which combines them all, which infuses them with magic so we could harbour it”, she says and lifts a purple crystal.

Whispering again.

“Yes, yes indeed. You recognise these crystals, they grow all over these grounds and are often found on our beaches. Glintstone. It is found all over this continent and has been here long before we came.”

You lift your hand.

“Yes dear ___?”

“Where does it come from? Did time form it?”

“Oh no. No, time merely preserved it and allowed the magic in it to become more potent. Long before the age of life, there were the dragons. Not dragons as we know these days, but dragons as big as entire continents. They were beings outside time and created the lands we walk on today. One of these dragons, Razula, was sick. While other dragons breathed ice, fire and molten earth, she breathed glintstone. With each breath she passed, new crystals formed and allowed her magical essence to crystallise. Her illness killed her in the end as the glintstone solidified her flesh. She died where, these days, our Glass Mountains range.”

Ash raises her hand.

“Yes, dear Ash?”

“Does this mean that the Glass Mountains are made out of her corpse?”

“Yes, indeed it does.”

Shared gasps of wonder go through the room.

“She must have been so big.”

“Indeed she was. Our very own mountain, the one catching the ocean and holding this very city secure is part of Razula. The very end of her tail to be more exact.”

Another round of shared gasps.

Hoseok lifts his hand.

“Yes, dear Hoseok?”

“Does that mean that the glintstone she breathed soaked our continent with magic, so we could harbour different elements for magic these days?”

“Very good, indeed it does.”

“So why can we harbour the planets?”

“That is a very good question. You see, our planet isn’t the only one formed by the dragons. Many more are children of them, which is why we have access to their powers.”

“So there were more dragons like Razula?”

“Why would you wonder this?”

“Because glintstone is what gives a source its magic. There must have been more dragons like Razula, otherwise we couldn’t harbour the planets.”

Sorceress Selen smiles proudly. She nods her head.

“It is not with certain proof, but yes it is said that there were more dragons like Razula, who infused the planets with their glintstone and who made it possible so that we can harbour them these days.”

You ask the next question, “why is it not with certain proof?”

“Because travelling between planets or even universes has not been achieved yet.”

Agreeable nods go through the room. This answer sounds logical to all. Sorceress Ciri, the teacher for magical history, enters the room then. She carries a flat wooden box.

“Oh, Ciri! The perfect time! Now dear students, I have a small present for each of you”, sorceress Selen says as sorceress Ciri begins handing out small glintstones, “your very own glintstone. Take great care of it, practice with it and feel its magical properties. That is my task for you.”

Ash lifts her hand.

“Yes, dear Ash?”

“How do we feel its magical property?”

“Oh that is a complicated question. How does one feel anything? Feelings must be felt, they cannot be conceptualised. But very well, to make it easier for you, my young students, magic gives the very tips of your fingers a warm tingle to it. Try to find this tingle and you will have taken yet another step into the right direction.”

A warm tingle. Hoseok looks down at the purple glintstone in his palm. He closes his finger around it. A warm tingle. That is what he needs to look out for. A warm tingle and then he will finally feel worthy of being here.

The weeks are spent practicing with the glintstone sorceress Selen gave each student. During the early hours, the students learn about magic, its history and what can be achieved with it and during the later hours, the students are meant to practice and study in the grande library. Hoseok enjoys his time. He wakes up excited each day, he pays utter attention in the lessons and practices until late into the night. The other students stopped avoiding him now that Caria and Becca weren’t present anymore. Ash and two other students even practice with him each day, exchanging frustrations when the warm tingle never comes.

Hoseok lifts his head upon hearing yet another cheerful exclaim of one his fellow students.

“Sorceress Selen! It is floating!”

“Very good, dear Ainar. Continue this connection”, the sorceress praises and continues her rounds through the classroom.

Hoseok looks at his fellow students. Ainar was one of the people who always practiced with him. Three other people also already learned how to connect to their inner magic. Only he and Ash are still struggling.

“Sorceress Selen! I am doing it!”

Hoseok looks at Ash and the floating glintstone before her.

“Very good, dear Ash. Keep practicing.”

“Good job Ash, you’re finally doing it”, Ainar encourages her with excitement in her eyes.

“You’re doing so well”, Hoseok tells her, earning himself a proud grin.

“Thank you, oh look at me.”

“You are like a proper sorceress now.”

“Yes, yes I am”, Ash giggles.

Hoseok breaks his eyes away from her, trying to hide his disappointment. He is happy for his fellow students for finally finding their powers, but he also can’t deny that he feels like an utter failure himself.

“Hoseok?”

He lifts his head upon being called, meeting sorceress Selen’s eyes.

“Yes?”

“Why are you not practicing?”

“Forgive me, I just took a quick break”, he says and looks at the stone.

“Don’t give up. Yes?”

Hoseok nods his head and takes a deep breath, lifting his hands to continue practicing. He will not be able to lift the stone during the lesson.

They have the weekend free this week and most students use it to finally visit their homes again. Hoseok does as well. He leaves in the early hours of the morning, cradling the glintstone in his pocket and with an orange from the tower gardens to give him energy. He feels happy at the thought of finally seeing Taehyung again, but also a sense of tread because he won’t return as a sorcerer already. He feels like a failure. Why is it so easy for anyone but him to find their magic? Was Caria right? Is he truly not meant to be a sorcerer?

“Hoseok!”

He stops in front the tower walls upon being called, looking over his shoulder. You are running to him, waving your hands.

“Wait up!”

He does. He waits until you reach his side.

“Are you visiting prince Taehyung?”

“I am. Are you visiting your family?”

“Indeed I am”, you say and point at the road, “do you have to walk this way as well?”

“I do.”

“Do you want to walk together?”

“Yes, I would like that”, he says and gives you a smile.

One you retort.

So you and he wander down the road side by side. You pull out two oranges from your pocket.

“I have oranges. Do you want one?”

“Oh?” Hoseok pulls out his own orange, “me too.”

“Oh? Look at us”, you say, having to laugh.

Hoseok laughs as well.

“These oranges are just too delicious.”

“Indeed they are.”

“Ah”, you sigh happily, lifting your head to look at the golden roofs above your head. The sun reflects off the colourful houses and paints the streets in lively colours. It will be a very hot day today, the air smells of it.

“I think I might swim in the ocean later”, you say.

“Yes, that sounds like a good time”, Hoseok says.

“And you? Are you going to practice even during your free time?”

“I am.”

“Oh, Hoseok you work too hard.”

“I am not. You have it easy, you even found your worth in magic already. I still haven’t found my connection to it. I am two steps behind”, Hoseok says and sighs in defeat.

“It will come one day. I promise.”

“Maybe”, he says and sighs again, “can we talk about something else?”

“Of course. What are your favourite beaches to go to?”

“The blue lagoons by the castle.”

“I should have figured. They must very beautiful.”

“They indeed are.”

“You know my brother really likes to swim.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, I am most certain that he will ask me the moment I come home. We always go swimming together.”

“That sounds like a special time for you and your brother.”

“Oh yes it is. He is already ten and three of age, but knows how to swim since only three of age.

“Truly?”

“Yes, I was the one who taught him. I was the age he is now when I taught him. I think that is why it is such a special time for us these days.”

“It sounds very special. I am glad that you have such a deep connection with your brother. I could never form such a deep bond with my sister.”

“You have a sister?”

“Yes, she is older than me by ten years. Just like you and your brother”, Hoseok says with a grin.

You retort it.

“We played a lot when we were younger but when she grew of marriage age, she wanted to spend her time socialising, instead of playing with her childish brother. She is already married and has children these days and I am happy for her. We write a lot of letters to each other, but I never had such special moments with my sister when I was in adolescence. Thank you for being such an older sister to your brother, he might not show it all the time, but those moments mean the world to him.”

“Thank you for saying this”, you say, feeling incredibly warm in your chest, “I truly love my brother. You know, he dreams of being a sorcerer.”

“I know.”

“How do you know?”

“You told me.”

“I did?”

Hoseok nods his head, “the day of the applications. You witnessed Caria slap my arm and then asked if I was hurt. You offered me your water skin and told me about your brother and his dreams.”

“I did, now I remember again. You remembered all this time?”

“I did. If I may be blunt, I remember you quite vividly from this day. You ran late as well and were sweating just as much as I did.”

You laugh.

“It is because of you that the guards even allowed me entrance.”

“Truly?”

“Yes, they refused at first because I am a boy.”

“No. Truly?”

“Yes, sadly.”

"Oh, how rude. This wasn’t their right to do.”

“Worry not, I already paid them back.”

“You did?”

“I pretended to be royalty on the first day because they saw the royal carriage I came in.”

“And they believed you?.”

“They even apologised.”

“Oh”, you let out and laugh loudly.

Hoseok laughs with you.

“Serves them right. Nobody should be refused access just because they are a boy.”

“Yes, I agree.”

You and Hoseok converse until the conjuncture where you have to go your separate ways.

“I have to go this way”, you tell him.

“I have to go this way”, Hoseok says and points in the opposite direction.

“So I believe that this is where we have to say our goodbyes.”

“Yes, I believe so.”

“Do you want to come with me for a bit? I would love to introduce you to my family.”

“I feel beyond honoured, but I truly have to go. Knowing Taehyung, he is already waiting impatiently.”

“I see”, you sag your shoulders in defeat but shake it off quickly, giving him a smile, “there will be a next time.”

“I believe so. I will bring chocolates then.”

“Oh, they would love them so much”, you say with sparkling eyes.

“Very well then. I will see you again next week”, Hoseok bows his head at you, “have a good weekend.”

“You too. See you soon”, you say and leave with a wave of your hand.

Hoseok watches you skip down the street. You turn when some distance is between you and him, searching for him. Your face lights up when you see him. You lift your arm to wave at him one last time, doing so until Hoseok finally waves back. You turn with a big smile on your face, skipping happily until the crowd swallows you and Hoseok cannot see you anymore. He smiles to himself and turns to take on the road to the castle. It isn’t far anymore.

Taehyung is waiting by the gates, jumping into a sprint the moment he notices Hoseok. He calls his best friend’s name, falling around his neck with such vigour that Hoseok stumbles from the impact. He even wraps his legs around his waist, knocking a belting laugh out of Hoseok, who is destined to carry his weight.

“You are such a rascal”, he laughs.

“I missed you. I missed you terribly!” Taehyung tells him in excited yelps.

“I missed you as well”, Hoseok says and drops him gently. He hugs him back as tightly as he can, “I was so excited for today.”

“Me too, oh me too.”

They hug for some time, breaking apart only because hugging for an entire day is rather frowned upon by the public for a prince and his servant to do.

“How have you been?”

“Good. You?”

“Good, just so incredibly bored without you. I keep rereading the letters you sent me and everything you describe sounds so interesting”, Taehyung babbles as the two men walk to Taehyung’s leisure room.

“The school is wonderful. I keep finding myself pinching my own skin because I cannot believe that it is real.”

“I can imagine. Is it really true that there is glintstone everywhere?”

“Yes, it is everywhere. Look”, Hoseok says and shows Taehyung the small glintstone.

Taehyung gasps, widening his eyes in curiosity.

“Sorceress Selen gave each of us a glintstone to practice magic on. It grows everywhere.”

“Is it true that it makes the faintest sound when you brush your hand against it?”

“It does. Even air makes it sing.”

“How wonderful”, Taehyung gasps, “can I touch it? Please?”

“Yes, once we are sitting down. I do not want to lose it.”

“I understand. It must be very precious, mustn’t it?”

“Yes. It is supposed to help me find my connection to magic.”

Taehyung and Hoseok have reached his room, sitting down by Taehyung’s painting table.

“Are still having troubles with it?”

“Sadly I do”, Hoseok says, “I do not know why it is so terribly hard for me, but it is.”

“Do not lose hope yet. I am certain that it will come to you very soon.”

Hoseok gives him a smile before lifting the stone into his vision.

“Do you want to hold the stone now?”

“Yes. May I truly?”

“Yes. Open your palm.”

Taehyung rests his hand palm side up on the table, watching with curious eyes as Hoseok places the stone into his palm carefully.

“It is cold.”

“It is. I have been carrying it in my pocket all day.”

“How is that possible? You should have warmed it.”

“Indeed, but glintstone never warms up unless its magic is channeled. Isn’t it wonderful? It stays cold no matter how much you warm it.”

“This is remarkable”, Taehyung whispers, caressing it gently, “and it is truly a dragon’s breath?”

“Yes. Razula. She existed long before our time with the other dragons.”

“I know. Her body makes up the Glass Mountains these days. Oh Hoseok, you have no idea how often I reread your letters. I learn so much about this continent because of you. It is so fascinating. We are walking on the creation of dragons. Dragons so big they form entire mountain ranges and countries. I cannot believe it, yet it is true.”

“It is beyond fascinating, isn’t it?”

“Yes. I feel so excited each time a new letter arrives. Your chamber mates sound so wonderful as well.”

“They are. We didn’t get along at first because they were weary of me because I am a boy, but we talk a lot these days.”

“That is so wonderful to hear. The girl you share a chamber with sounds very kind.”

“Yes ___, she is the kindest person. She paid me company when nobody else did. She is very kind”, Hoseok says and blinks his eyes dreamily.

“Beautiful as well?”

“Oh yes, quite beautiful actually”, Hoseok says. He sees no weirdness in Taehyung’s question as the young prince calls many people beautiful. He is an artist after all and sees beauty in all shapes and forms.

“Do I sense a hint of affection in your voice?” Taehyung asks, sending sudden nervousness to Hoseok’s chest. The mischief in Taehyung’s eyes only strengthen Hoseok’s coyness.

“What? No, not like this. Oh, I would never disrespect her in such ways”, Hoseok insists with flushed cheeks.

“You keep mentioning her in your letters.”

“Yes, well. Well, that is because…Taehyung no, I would never. She shows no signs of interest. How disrespectful would it be of me to see her in such a light? She is merely a very good friend.”

Taehyung grins knowingly, “very well, if you say so.”

Hoseok clears his throat loudly, wishing for his pulse to slow down again.

Taehyung places the glintstone on the table and scoots closer to Hoseok.

“Do you have more stories to tell? I want to know everything you learn and experience”, he ask.

“Mhm”, Hoseok thinks for a moment, “I do”, he exclaims.

“Tell me. I want to know”, Taehyung is practically sitting on the edge of his seat in utter curiosity.

“Long ago there was a sorcerer at this school.”

“A sorcerer? So boys can learn magic?”

“Yes, well”, Hoseok hesitates for a moment, “forget it. I just remembered that this is a rather sad story to tell.”

“No please. Now you must tell me. What happened to the sorcerer?”

“Well”, Hoseok begins with a saddened sigh, “we have entrance to a system of caves. The caves are filled with glintstone, their songs always fill the air.”

“Oh how wonderful.”

“The sorcerer always practiced his spells in these caves and because he was surrounded by their potent magic, his powers grew more and more each day.”

“Oh no, this doesn’t sound good. Did he hurt someone?”

Hoseok shakes his head, “do you know that the glintstone breath was Razula’s curse?”

Taehyung nods his head, “yes, it was a sickness which killed her in the end. She turned to glintstone and died this way.”

“The sorcerer suffered the same fate.”

Taehyung gasps.

“One day, the magic grew too powerful for him and turned him into glintstone. His crystallised body is still in the caves until this day.”

“Oh this terrible. I feel so sad for him”, Taehyung gasps, “what a gruesome way to die.”

“Indeed”, Hoseok agrees.

They share a moment of silence in respect of the cursed sorcerer.

“He is the reason why there aren’t boys allowed at school.”

“What say you?!”

“Yes”, Hoseok nods his head, “Sorceress Ciri, she teaches magical history, told us that because of him, the school decided not to take boys as students. She said that his greed for power would show in other boys as well and they did not want to risk it.”

“This is terribly unjust. This sorcerer was greedy, but it wasn’t because he was a boy.”

“Indeed. Some of my fellow students said the same thing. I felt very welcome when they said it.”

Taehyung smiles, “I think it is very good that they spoke up”, he caresses his friend’s arm, “and that you managed to get in.”

“Yes, me too. Now all I have to do is find my connection to magic. Oh Taehyung, I feel so helpless. Everyone in my class has already found their connection. Some even found their worth already, while still I haven’t found my connection yet.”

“Their worth?” Taehyung asks, tilting his head to the side in question.

“There is magic all around us and everyone can find a connection to it. However, only a few are worthy to truly wield magic. The worthy people are marked by the magic. Some grow purple markings on their skin, for some their eyes change into a purple shade and for others, their hair turns purple. It is a visual sign that the magic deemed this person worthy. It isn’t just enough to connect to it, the magic must accept the person.”

“So it isn’t truly the person’s decision to learn magic, but that of magic itself?”

“Yes”, Hoseok says and sighs in defeat, “and I even struggle to connect to it. How should it ever see me worthy?”

“Well”, Taehyung begins, “Sorceress Selen thinks you worthy and I believe that this must mean something.”

“What if she was wrong about me?”

“I truly do not think that she was. I also think that you are worthy.”

“I know. Thank you. At least one of us needs to believe.”

“Yes, I will continue to believe. I will believe with such passion that it will be enough for both of us.”

Hoseok smiles fondly at his best friend.

“You are truly such a light, Tae”, he says and reaches out to caress his hand, “I am grateful to have you as my best friend.”

31 notes · View notes

nicoline1998enilocin · 7 months

Note

I don't know about the other requests and your ideias about the "love of my life" storyline, but I can't stop think about marrying young tony and spend the rest of my life with him 🥺 I would like to ask you to add a proposal and wedding (honeymoon sex included 🤤) in your plans (in case you haven't thought about it yet) with bruce and natasha as their best man and maid of honor and very proud parents 🥺

''Hell yeah, I do!''

Pairing | Boyfriend!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Female!Reader

Word count | 6.3K

Summary | Life has been good to all of you the last few years, but Tony is preparing to take the next step in your relationship. He decides to propose on a beautiful vacation, and the wedding is an absolute dream, too. It's a perfect beginning to the rest of your lives together.

Warning(s) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Smut (unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), shower sex, slight breeding kink, slow, lazy lovemaking, oral (F&M receiving), face riding, fingering, dirty talk, aftercare).

A/n | Thank you so much for this sweet request, Nonnie! This ended up to be way longer than I anticipated, but I enjoyed every second of this, and I hope you will too! 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💚

Divider is made by @firefly-graphics | GIF-credit goes to @ccbsrmsf1

Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | AU Masterlist

A few years have passed, and you both have successfully gotten your Bachelor's degree in Dramatic Acting, though you have decided to go onto another path after graduation.

Tony has found his luck in acting and has been in a few small movies and commercials, but you've decided to become a real estate agent to care for your two little miracle kids.

''Hudson! Orion! Are you ready for dinner?'' you yell from the bottom of the stairs, and it doesn't take long to hear their footsteps upstairs and on the way down.

''Coming, Mommy!'' Orion says, and you wait at the bottom of the stairs to ensure nothing goes wrong, even though they're old enough to take the stairs by themselves.

''What will we be having for dinner tonight?'' Hudson asks, and he looks up at you expectingly for your answer.

''I've made your favorite today if that's okay with you,'' you say as you bend down to kiss him on his head. The two of them happily get ready for dinner when you receive a text from Tony.

< My Love 🩵 > Can we have our FaceTime call a little earlier tonight? I'm having dinner at 7:30 p.m. I'm sorry!

< Sunshine 💛 > No problem, the kids and I are just sitting down for dinner; we'll call you at 7 p.m.!

Tony was happy with your answer, albeit quite nervous. After all, he's having dinner with your Mom tonight because he must ask her something important.

Hudson and Orion sit in their own chairs, and you bring their dinner to them. Tonight is mac and cheese night with dino nuggets and a sweet treat for dessert.

You've also made some extra for yourself since you're used to eating dinner at the same time as them instead of later like you usually did before having them.

They both babble away happily about their day and what they were playing until Orion suddenly lets out a soft sniffle, and your attention is immediately on her.

''What's going on, Babygirl?'' you say as you walk over to her seat and get her out, hopping her softly up and down to calm her down.

''I miss Daddy,'' she says between more sniffles, and your heart breaks for her because you miss him too. He will be back in a few days, but it's always a little more difficult for all of you whenever he is away for extended periods.

''We're going to call Daddy a little earlier today. How does that sound? And after that, we can read a book together before bed,'' you say, but she doesn't want to eat anymore.

Her head falls against your shoulder, and her thumb is in her mouth to soothe herself, so you sit down with her in your lap while you eat your dinner, and it doesn't take long for her to fall asleep.

''Mommy? We talk to Daddy?'' Hudson asks, and you nod.

''Yes, Baby. We'll still talk to Daddy,'' you say reassuringly, but Hudson is also getting tired, so by the time it's 6:30 p.m., you have both of them in your lap, half awake for the FaceTime call.

You call him, and Tony is still getting ready for your call at 7 p.m., so his hair is still messy, and he can't find his glasses anywhere, but he picks up regardless.

''Hi Daddy!'' the twins say with small waves, and after a few short answers, they've both wholly fallen asleep in your arms.

''I'll call you right back, okay? I need to put these two to bed real quick,'' you say, and 20 minutes later, you're back, a cup of tea in hand. Tony is looking more decent, too, now that his hair is done and he's wearing his glasses.

''Can't believe you'll be back in 3 more days,'' you sigh with a smile, cradling the cup of tea in your hands as you look at the man you love.

''I know, I miss all three of you, but I know they've been the best babies for my best girl,'' he says, and you try to hide your flushed face behind your mug, but it's not working.

''There's no hiding from me, Sunshine! I'll always find you again, no matter what happens or where we are; I will find you,'' he says, and you get slight tears in your eyes from his words.

''I know, My Love. I love you,'' you say before wiping away tears, and the rest of the time is spent talking about the movie he's working on until he has to go and meet your Mom, though you don't know that.

''I'll talk to you later, Sunshine, and I'm gonna miss all three of you immensely until I'm back!'' he says before you say your last goodbyes, and you get situated on the couch to enjoy your evening with a good book.

Hudson and Orion are usually excellent sleepers, even without Tony being home, so you take full advantage of these hours alone, finally getting through your pile of books you still need to read.

~ Meanwhile, on the other side of the country ~

''Tony, hi!'' your Mom says as she opens the door for him, and he greets her with a beautiful bouquet of her favorite flowers because he has something important to discuss.

''Hi, Virginia, how are you today?'' he asks, stepping inside and taking off his shoes before walking into her small apartment. Since the divorce, she's been living much smaller, but she didn't want the house and opted to live in a small apartment in California instead.

''I'm doing good, even better now that you're here though. Dinner's almost ready, so please have a seat on the couch while I finish,'' she says, and the smell of cauliflower casserole is spreading, and Tony is getting increasingly hungry.

''How's filming going? You're working on a movie not far from here, right?'' Virginia asks, and Tony tells her about the movie; even though he has a relatively minor role, this could be his chance for something bigger.

''Even though I'm more than happy to be filming something like this, I still miss Y/N, Orion, and Hudson. I call them every night, but it's not the same, so I'll be happy to see them again,'' Tony says, and Virginia walks back into the living room with two plates, handing one to Tony.

She doesn't have a dining room, so eating on the couch is the only option, but Tony doesn't mind; he quite likes how cozy it is.

''Virginia, as you may have suspected, I came here for a reason, which is why I came by alone instead of with all four of us,'' he starts as he plays with his food, unsure how to continue as his heart starts beating against his ribcage.

''I did suspect something, yes. And before you ask whatever you want, please know that you can tell and ask me anything, okay?'' she says, and Tony nods before putting his plate down and grabbing something out of his backpack.

''I- uhm, I'm here to... well- I would like to ask for your blessing to marry your daughter,'' he stumbles, a deep red color spreading over his cheeks and throat. He opens a small box and shows her the ring he plans to propose to you if he has your Mom's blessing.

The day of Tony's proposal has arrived, and he's planned an entire week of vacation just for this moment. You're on a trip to Florida with the whole family, including Howard, Maria, and Virginia, to complete the entire family.

You're all having a beach day today and you are under the impression that you will all be having dinner together later, but nothing could be further from the truth.

All three grandparents are taking the kids for dinner in the hotel - a buffet with many different kinds of food - while you and Tony are going to a fancier restaurant with an ocean view for your proposal.

But that's all still far in the future because you're trying to find Orion's shoes, which seems impossible.

''Love? Have you seen Orion's slippers anywhere? I swear she just had them, and now they're gone!'' you say as you sit on your knees, looking under the bed.

''No, but I'm gonna ask my Mom if she's seen them, Sunshine,'' he says, and with that, he makes his way to his parents' hotel room, where he has 'hidden' her shoes as a cover.

''Is everything still on track for tonight?'' he asks his parents, and they let him know everything is ready for tonight, and you two will have the entire evening and night to yourselves because the kids will sleep in Viriginia's room tonight.

''Thank you so much, you're both real lifesavers,'' he sighs.

''No, Tony, we're just doing this because you deserve nothing but the best, and Y/N deserves to be treated like an absolute queen, especially after everything the last few years,'' Howard says, and Tony nods in agreement.

When he returns to your shared hotel room, he hears Orion crying, and you're soothing her.

''What happened here, Lovebug?'' Tony asks Orion as he runs into the room; she immediately makes grabby hands at her Dad, who gladly takes her into his arms.

''She stumbled over the small ledge from the bathroom to her, and she hit her knees pretty badly on the floor,'' you say. Tony hugs and soothes her tightly, allowing you to get Hudson ready for the beach.

When Orion has calmed down, and everyone is ready, you all make your way to the beach, ready for a day of playing and fun, but most of all, a day full of relaxation. For you, not Tony. The closer dinner gets, the more on edge he gets.

The afternoon flew by, and Hudson and Orion built many sandcastles and swam countless times in the ocean; you've read your book, and when all the others were in the water, you and Tony had a bit of alone time which was well spent with a small make-out session until your kids came running back.

''Alright, let's get ready to go back to the hotel for dinner!'' you say, and you start packing everything up with the help of your Mom while Tony and his parents get the kids ready.

''How are you enjoying your vacation so far, Buttercup?'' Virginia asks, and you let out a small sigh.

''I love it, but I also miss when it was just me and Tony, you know? It's not a nice thing to say because I love all of you dearly, but I need just some Tony time,'' you say with a small smile, and she nods.

''There's nothing wrong with wanting some alone time. I never had any, and you see where that got me, although I'm delighted I'm here with all of you because if I hadn't divorced your Dad, I wouldn't be here with all of you,'' she says, trying not to cry.

''Oh, Mom, c'mere,'' you say as you pull her in for a big hug, unable to keep your tears back this time.

''Don't cry, Mommy!'' your twins say in unison as they run over to you and your Mom. They wrap their arms around both of you simultaneously, and you can't help but laugh.

After that, everyone returns to the hotel, but Howard and Maria take the twins to their room so you two can get ready together.

''I asked them to take Orion and Hudson for now because I was hoping we could get ready together, maybe have an extra steamy shower together?'' Tony whispers in your ear as you close the door behind you, and you feel his arms wrap around your waist.

''Sounds perfect,'' you say, and before you know it, you are both naked and standing in the shower, kissing each other with nothing but pure lust and hands wandering everywhere.

''Tony, please, fuck me,'' you beg as his fingers make you fall apart, your arms wrapped around his neck, his lips giving sloppy kisses on your jaw and throat as he pulls one more orgasm for you.

''One more, Sunshine. After this, I'll fuck you so good you'll have trouble walking for the rest of the day,'' he says, and with those words, you're being pulled over the edge into your second orgasm of this shower.

With many loud moans and muffled screams, you let go, and Tony holds you up as he works through your orgasm; he picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he pushes you against the wall.

''You wanted to get fucked so badly by me; you better be prepared to be split open on my cock. Begging like the fucking cumslut you are for me,'' he groans as he thrusts into you smoothly, making you moan loudly.

You can't bring out a single word as he keeps thrusting into you relentlessly; all you can get out is whimpers and moans as he once more reduces you to a fuckdumb hole for him to use, just the way you like it.

''Hmm, going to fuck another baby into you; you want that? Want me to knock you up again?'' he says, and you nod, letting Tony use you for his pleasure.

After a few more well-angled thrusts, you cum again, and Tony doesn't wait any longer either as he shoots his white ropes of cum deep inside you and captures your lips in a few soft kisses.

''Did so perfect for me, Sunshine. Always such a good girl for me,'' he whispers among other sweet nothings while you come down from your high, and once you're back, he carefully washes you as he keeps showering you with love and praise.

''Are you almost ready to get the rest for dinner?'' you ask Tony as you put on your white floral maxi dress you got for this vacation. He's wearing light shorts and a dark shirt, which suits him well.

''Well, tonight will be just about me and you. I have arranged a dinner for the both of us because I thought we could use a night alone too, and it's a little thank you for taking care of our miracles the way you have the last few years,'' he says as you get up.

You're wearing a pair of white wedges that make you almost as tall as Tony, though he's still a few inches taller.

''A-are you- I mean- what? But I thought-'' and Tony cuts off your train of thought by capturing your lips in a soft kiss, catching you off-guard.

When he pulls away, he places his hands on your cheeks, and yours finds their place on his waist.

''Sunshine, these last few years have been nothing short of perfect, but it's also been hectic, and we've barely had any time alone since the twins were born. I love them to death, but tonight is just about you and me, okay? Our parents have them under control, and we can enjoy this evening without worrying for even a second,'' he says, and a tear escapes your eye, rolling slowly down your cheek.

''Okay,'' you whisper softly, and even though it's hard to leave without your two angels, you still do. Tony takes you to a small restaurant by the beach, and you two are seated outside at a table with a perfect ocean view.

Tony pulls out your chair so you can sit down, and after lifting your dress slightly, you sit down, and he places a small kiss on the crown of your head that has you smiling uncontrollably.

''I don't want to sound ungrateful or anything, but it feels good to be eating somewhere without the kids, even if it's just for one evening,'' you say, but you immediately regret it as soon as you say it.

''Sunshine, you're not ungrateful at all. I feel the same way; they are absolutely perfect, but it is important to have a date night with just the two of us for once, as well,'' he says as he holds your hands, and you nod in agreement.

''I love you and thank you for tonight. I really appreciate it,'' you say as you give Tony a big smile, and when he smiles back, it's almost like you're teleported back in time to when you were just partners in acting class, and neither of you knew anything about the other person.

''It's still unbelievable how far we've come, huh? From partners in acting class to a beautiful vacation in Florida with our family,'' you say, and Tony can't help but let out a little chuckle.

''Tell me about it. I still can't believe I didn't ask you out earlier,'' he says, and a waiter makes their way to your table just as you're about to respond.

''Welcome to the Beach Side Eatery. Can we get you started with a glass of champagne and a menu?'' the man asks, and his stare lingers on you a little too long for Tony's liking.

''Yes, that would be appreciated, thank you,'' Tony says with a sharp edge to his tone, and the waiter immediately takes his gaze off of you and towards Tony.

You can't help but chuckle as he walks away, though Tony doesn't share that sentiment with you as he keeps staring the waiter down on his way back inside the restaurant.

''I'm glad I'm still good-looking enough to get stared at by waiters,'' you joke, and Tony just shakes his head with a small smirk.

''I'd rather be the only person who will look at you like that for the rest of our lives, but it does feel good to know I have such a beautiful wife by my side,'' he says, but he seemingly doesn't notice the slip of his tongue, though you definitely do.

A light pink dusting creeps onto your cheeks at his words, but you decide not to mention it, although you like the way it sounds. Tony's wife. The thought has you smiling widely, and Tony notices.

''What's on your mind, Sunshine?'' Tony asks as he grabs your hand. You feel your stomach do a few flips, and a jolt of electricity pulses through your body at this touch. Everything feels meant to be.

''I was just thinking about us, about our future, more specifically,'' you say, and Tony gives a small smile in response, knowing he's sitting here with the ring in his pocket right now.

''Here's your champagne, ma'am,'' the waiter says just as Tony is about to respond, and he's getting increasingly more annoyed with his bad timing.

''And your champagne too, sir. I'll go and get your menus and be right back,'' he says before walking off again, leaving you two to your conversation.

''Hey, let's enjoy this night together. We don't get too many of these nowadays, although I wouldn't be opposed to a night out together more often,'' you confess, and Tony agrees.

Your menus are dropped off, and that's when you both grab your glass of champagne, toasting a beautiful evening together; you take a small sip, and it tastes divine.

''Oh, this is the best champagne I've ever had!'' you say, and Tony smirks as he already knew it would be since he decided to splurge a little on this evening and get you the best of the best.

''Everything looks so good on this menu... I can't decide what I want to get,'' you say as you tap your index finger against your lips, which is a habit you've picked up somewhere along the way, and Tony thinks it's one of the cutest things ever.

''Well, how about a seafood dish? We won't find anything fresher than right here,'' he says, and your eyes glide to the seafood section of the menu.

''Hmm, you might be right, My Love. I might go with shrimp pasta since we don't eat it at home anymore,'' you say, thinking back to the time you had to rush Hudson to the hospital and finding out he's highly allergic to every type of seafood.

''Oh, that sounds delicious, Sunshine. I'm going to get the same,'' Tony says, and you both put your menus down to notify them you're ready to order.

When the waiter arrives, he takes up both your orders and refills your champagne glasses, after which you happily take another sip.

The rest of dinner goes by smoothly, apart from a few too many glances from your waiter, but it only boosts your ego, so you don't say anything about it, though Tony does make it clear he doesn't appreciate it.

''Shall we ask for a menu for dessert?'' you offer, but Tony shakes his head and instead starts off a small speech when the music changes. You immediately recognize your song, and a small thought creeps into your brain, though you push it away for now.

''Sunshine, from the moment I met you, I knew you were special. You're kind, you're funny, you're beautiful. You're everything I've ever wanted in a woman and more. I love spending time with you, and I can't imagine my life without you. I promise to always make you laugh, to always be there for you when you need me, and to never take you for granted,'' Tony says, and your feeling was completely right.

It isn't until Tony gets up and pulls you up as well that the reality of the situation officially sinks in, and you can't stop the tears from flowing as Tony sinks down on one knee and opens the small velvet box with an engagement ring in it.

''Thank you for being by my side and sharing your life with me because I can't imagine my life without you. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?'' he says with tears in his eyes.

''Of course, I will!'' you shriek out from excitement and Tony quickly gets up before crashing his lips onto yours, pulling you flush with his body as your tongues dance together in a dance of love.

When you pull away, you rest your head on his shoulder, and you pull him as close to you as you can, and that's when you suddenly hear people clapping all around you.

''I love you so much, My Love,'' you whisper to Tony as he pulls away this time, ready to slip the ring on your finger.

''I love you more, Sunshine. Or I should say future Mrs. Stark,'' Tony says with a big smirk, and you couldn't be any happier.

After you two sat down, you got an amazing dessert that said ''congratulations,'' and you two fed each other bits of it, and you couldn't stop smiling for the rest of the evening.

When the two of you got back to the hotel room, you didn't waste any time being apart, and the two of you made love for almost the entire evening and night until the sun rose back up.

It was perfect and everything you could have wished for, but you were also very happy to see Hudson and Orion the next morning as they flew into your arms.

''Daddy and I have some amazing news for all of you,'' you say, and you show everyone the ring Tony got you.

''He asked me to marry him!'' you shriek out, and even though all the parents knew already, they're still very excited to see your reaction.

You give Tony one more big kiss as a thank you before you're caught up in a big mess of hugs and congratulations, ready to enjoy the rest of your vacation, but now, as the future Mrs. Stark.

You're ready to walk down the aisle in your white wedding dress. Not with your Dad by your side, because he doesn't even know you're getting married to being with.

Instead, Howard walks you down the aisle after you've explained everything to him, and he feels honored to do this for you. He's like the Dad you never had, and you are incredibly thankful for him.

''Are you ready to walk to the start of your new life?'' Howard asks, and you must try your hardest not to cry right now.

''I am,'' you say, and as if on cue, the music starts, and the doors in front of you open to show a beautiful aisle, all your guests seated on either side, the pathway adorned with white flower petals.

In the front is your Mom to officiate the wedding, and Tony is standing next to her in a beige tuxedo, and of course, his glasses that reflect beautifully in the sun.

Behind Tony is his best man, Bruce, and two other groomsmen; on the other side of your Mom is Natasha and two bridesmaids, ready to burst into tears at any second, just like you.

Maria, Hudson, and Orion are seated in the front row and are now standing up to get a good look at you. Maria is the one who walked Tony down the aisle after your twins made their debut first, and now all they have to do is wait for you.

''Wow,'' Tony blurts out at the sight of you, and you slowly stride your way forward, over the white flower petals, between your guests, and on your way to your future husband.

Tony has to wipe away a few tears as he sees you slowly walking over to him, and you have to try your hardest not to cry yourself. You two haven't seen each other since yesterday afternoon, and it has been the most challenging 24 hours without him.

The closer you get, the more butterflies you're getting, and it's hard not to fly around Tony's neck and kiss him senseless right here and right now.

When you reach the front of the aisle, Howard gives your hand to Tony with a promise.

''Promise me always to take care of her and your children. I know they are already your everything, but this will only grow with the years. Love them unconditionally, and you will receive it right back,'' Howard says, and with those words, he lets you go, and Tony guides you to your spot after you give your bouquet to Nat.

Your Mom has written an original speech, and you almost peed yourself from laughter, but now it's time for the ring exchange.

''Do you, Tony, take Y/N to be your wife, to cherish in friendship and love today, tomorrow, and for as long as the two of you live, to trust and honor her, to love her faithfully, through the best and the worst, whatever may come, and if you should ever doubt, to remember your love for each other and the reason why you came together with her this day?''

''I absolutely do.''

''Do you, Y/N, take Tony to be your husband, to cherish in friendship and love today, tomorrow, and for as long as the two of you live, to trust and honor him, to love him faithfully, through the best and the worst, whatever may come, and if you should ever doubt, to remember your love for each other and the reason why you came together with him this day?''

''Hell yeah, I do!''

The entire crowd bursts out in laughter at your exclamation, and when your Mom officially pronounces you two married, you lock lips in a sweet, tender kiss that knocks the air out of your lungs despite it being a slow and loving one.

For the rest of the evening, you're constantly surrounded by everyone you know, and Orion hasn't stopped telling you how beautiful your dress is.

''Mommy! I love your dress, and I can't wait to wear one just like it once I get married,'' she says, but you don't want to think about that yet.

''May I have this dance?'' Howard asks after you've calmed down a little from all the excitement.

''Of course, Howard,'' you say, and you get up, letting him lead the way to the middle of the dance floor as a bit of a slower song starts to play.

''Tony told me you were disappointed not to have a father-daughter dance at your wedding, so I'm fulfilling your wish. I see you as my daughter, after all, so I'd be more than happy to take that place,'' he says, and you hug him in the middle of your dance as a thank you and to hide your tears.

You look over to Tony and shoot him a kiss through the air, and he smiles in appreciation as you continue dancing.

''Thank you, Howard, for everything you and Maria have done all these years, not just for me and Tony but also for the twins. They love you and Maria so much, and I love you both deeply, too,'' you say, and Howard places a kiss on your temple in appreciation.

''Welcome to the family, Y/N,'' Howard says as the song ends and you're reunited with your husband.

''Thank you for telling him, Tony. It really means a lot to me, and I will be forever grateful,'' you say before pulling him in for a hug, and his lips find your forehead, as he's unable to talk right now.

When the evening is over, you and Tony get to the bridal suite of the hotel you're staying at, and you two have a passionate first night of lovemaking as husband and wife.

Tony can't stop telling you how beautiful you are and how much he loves you while you're unable to say anything, as he's reduced you to a moaning, whining mess underneath him for most of the night.

A few days later, you find yourself in a beautiful beachside hotel in Fiji, next to your husband, as you both just woke up. You've gotten out of bed and opened the big doors leading to your rooftop terrace, and a slight breeze blows through the room.

''Good morning, Sunshine,'' Tony says in a gruff voice as he turns over and pulls you into his side, wanting to have you as close as possible for every second.

This first week, you'll be here with just the two of you and the second week, your family will join you for a nice week-long vacation, after which life will return to normal again.

''Mornin', My Love,'' you say as you put your leg over Tony's thigh and scoot even closer. His hand ghosts over your back until it finds your ass, and without warning, he lands a spanking on it, making you squeal from surprise.

''Tony!'' you scold him as you sit up, but he doesn't give you much chance as he pulls you onto his chest, his member already poking at your entrance.

''Somebody's excited this morning, huh?'' you say, and your lips find each other, tongues immediately slipping in and fighting for dominance. You're both taking in every single second of this week while you're alone, having sex as much as you can.

This morning isn't any different, and as Tony pulls away from your kisses, he orders you to sit on his face so he can eat you out just the way you like.

You obey immediately, and as soon as his tongue licks a stripe from your entrance to your clit you're a complete goner on top of him.

Moans of his name fall off your lips as you rut against his face, his arms wrapped around your thighs as he keeps your legs apart for the best access.

''P-please, need to cum!'' you beg, and Tony listens to your pleas, making you cum on his face without much effort, and you grab the headboard to steady yourself as he works you through your orgasm.

''Tony, fuck! Feels good,'' you whimper as he's bordering on overstimulation, but he stops at the right moment and guides you back down, cradling you until you're coming down from your high with lots of praise.

Suddenly you reach out for his cock, and you stroke it leisurely a couple of times, and you whisper in his ear how badly you want to make him feel so good.

''Let me suck your cock until you cum down my throat, and after, I'll let you fuck another baby in me,'' you whisper, and Tony turns bright red at the idea.

You settle between his legs and start by licking a stripe from the base to the tip before taking it in your mouth and suckling softly.

''Oh, fuck, that's it, Sunshine,'' Tony breathes out, and you take more of him into your mouth with every bob of your head, one of your hands massaging his balls, the other interlaced with his.

''You like sucking this dick, huh? Such a good cockslut for me, sucking me like that, letting me use all your holes like a little fucktoy,'' Tony says, and his back arches and you take all of him in your mouth, gagging around his length, which only spurs him on.

''Fuck, that's it, choke on this dick until I cum,'' he grits out, and you do just that until he shoots it down your throat, forcing you to swallow every last drop, his free hand keeping your head down as it's fisted into your hair.

When you finally let up, you take in a couple of deep breaths as the oxygen rushes back into your lungs, but you would be lying if you said you aren't turned on beyond belief right now.

You crawl back up to Tony and let him taste himself on your tongue before he gently guides you onto your back, spreads your legs for him to fit right in between them, and lines up with your entrance.

''Hm, you're nice and wet for me, Sunshine. Might fuck a baby into you this time, would you like that? Want to be nice and round again for me?'' he asks, and you nod slowly; you would love nothing more than for him to give you another baby.

After sliding through your folds a couple of times, he slides into your soaking cunt, and the groans he lets out are beyond this world, and your moans are so delicious he has to try his hardest not to cum right away.

''So perfect for me, such a glorious pussy to fuck. It always feels so good when I slide home,'' and your nails leave red marks on his back as he slides in, the pleasure feeling so good.

''Oh, yes!'' you say as he starts moving.

''Fuck a baby into me, Tony, please,'' you say, but he keeps a nice, slow pace that makes you go crazy. You keep bucking up your hips for more friction, but you're stopped each time.

''Want to make love to you first, Sunshine. Want to make love to my gorgeous wife, and when you've cum a couple of times, I'll use you as my perfect fucktoy and pump you so full of my cum it'll be dripping out, and then I have to fuck it right back into you,'' Tony whispers in your ear, and that's all you need to cum for the first time.

Your moans are getting louder and louder, but neither of you cares; the entire world is allowed to know how good your husband makes you feel.

He keeps this pace until his thumb swipes over your sensitive clit a couple of times, and you squeeze his cock so good he almost cums right with you, but he manages to hold out long enough for now.

''Doing so perfect for me, Sunshine,'' he says as he slips out and puts you on your hands and knees, lining up behind you and thrusting in again with a sharp thrust, and it has you whining loudly as the pleasure courses through your veins.

''Such a gorgeous fucktoy for me right now, letting me fuck this pussy until it's wrecked and overflowing with my cum,'' Tony says as his hips thrust against your ass relentlessly, fucking you into the mattress.

This time it doesn't take long for him to cum, and he shoots it deep inside you with a loud groan before pulling out, and he falls beside you, quickly pulling you onto his chest as you both come down from it.

He keeps whispering endless praise as he rubs slow figures onto your back, letting you enjoy his warmth as you lie on his chest.

''Shall we take a bath together, Sunshine? You can relax those sore muscles a little bit there,'' he says, and you nod, so he leaves you in the bed as he prepares the bath with your favorite scented oil you got here in Fiji.

''Ready?'' he asks, and when you confirm, he picks you up and steps carefully into the bath, sitting down and placing you onto his lap, letting you lean into him.

He softly rubs every inch of your skin from your thighs to your hips, waist, and chest, paying a little more attention to your nipples before moving onto your shoulders and arms.

''I love you so much, Sunshine. And I can't wait to see our beautiful babies again in a few days,'' he says, to which you wholeheartedly agree. This week alone with Tony is absolute heaven, but having Hudson and Orion with you will make it perfect.

''I love you too, My Love,'' you say, and you turn your head to capture his lips in a soft, sweet kiss before snuggling into him again while he feeds you some strawberries and pieces of exotic fruit.

Life is perfect right now, and you can't wait to see how the rest of your life will turn out. Though it will be a lot more fun with Tony as your husband, that's for sure.

60 notes · View notes

statticscribbles · 1 year

Text

Stutter

Summary: Sweet Pea/Reader, Reader comforts Sweet Pea as he confronts a fear of public speaking

Sweet Pea has been in more near death experiences than he can count. He’ll always come away from it laughing a little, everyone chalks it up to shock and they make jokes once everyone is safe and the bruises or wounds have healed by a few days.

“Seriously guys, that was nothing compared to my one true fear.”

“Nah I would rather do that ten times again than face my real fear.”

“I can handle it, I fear way worse.”

He has an endless parade of comments and jokes to make and everyone teases that his biggest fear is losing you. He doesn’t comment back on that and everyone keeps teasing him about how hard and fast he’s fallen for you, considering you’ve only been dating for a shorter time.

“Sweet Pea are you okay?” You wave your hand in his face. He’d been staring at Pop’s wall and occasionally taking bites of his burger.

“Yeah, I just forgot about the presentation part we have to do.” He shrugs but you can see the way his hands shake, the same way they do when he thinks you’re in danger.

“You don’t like public speaking?” He chokes out a laugh and you don’t say anything else, you know he’ll just avoid talking about it, but you can also see how truly terrified he is.

“It’s, It’s fine Y/N you don’t, it’s fine you don’t need to bother, I ca-I can handle it on my own.” Sweet Pea’s smile does reach his eyes and you sigh through your nose at him and offer a reassuring smile.

“I Already did this last week, I know you’re nervous but try running through it a few times with me.”

“The problem is it isn’t you! When I think about talking in front of everyone, for class, they’ll, they’ll find out how stupid I am.”

“Didn’t you already get a ninety five on this project?”

“Yes but…”

“So you just have to tell everyone about it.” You smile and Sweet Pea does his best to look convinced, he’s actually a horrible liar.

“How about you just tell me what you want to say now, and I can write little notecards to help?”

“Yeah that sounds good.” He’s not looking you in the eyes and you know he’s just agreeing so you feel helpful but he points to the printed out slides he’s using for reference as he talks. You notice he only stutters twice, and even then it’s only over some of the more complicated scientific words.

“What if you pretend there’s other people here, would that make it worse? Just pretend it’s me and Toni.” He nods and closes his eyes before opening them and restarting the presentation; you notice he stutters four times, and backtracks over half of part of it he had no problem saying only moments ago.

“The notecards might help.” He sighs after he’s been quiet for a few moments, and you realize he’d forgotten what he wanted to say completely.

Sweet Pea grimaces but nods to the teacher who nods back.

“Good job. That’s all for today, we’ll get to the second half of the presentations tomorrow.” Sweet Pea can’t help but chuckle at how Reggie and Archie groan, thinking they had both gotten out of presenting.

“You did so well baby!!! I’m so proud of you!!!” You smile at him, fingers running through his hair as he slumps in the chair gathering his strength for a minute, you know having to do that presentation was terrifying for him, and you’d told everyone to meet at pop’s later. None of them had questioned it, as far as they knew you were the one that had a huge fear of public speaking and Sweet Pea was comforting you.

The class is empty now and you sit on his lap, hands curled in his hair.

“You did so well, I’m so proud of you.” You hum at him and he grins nodding slowly, you can see how tired he is.

“Did you pretend everyone was naked?” You laugh when he blushes.

“Don’t think I could picture you naked and talk at the same time.” He chuckles and then nods towards the door, assuring you he’s okay to go to Pop’s.

“I did just pretend I was talking to you in my trailer, like when we practiced.”

“I mean that did lead to me being naked.” You laugh when he blushes again.

Support My Writing?

#sweet pea #sweet pea x reader #sweet pea imagine #sweet pea reader insert #sweet pea x you #sweet pea x y/n #jordan connor #jordan connor imagine #riverdale #riverdale reader insert #riverdale request #riverdale imagine #stattic

151 notes · View notes

tojivu · 1 year

Text

PLEASE CALL ME [01]

a/n part 1 out of idk.. anyways this was so heavily inspired by phoebe bridger’s songs.. i’m so obsessed with her (=´∀｀) oh and also by a book i finished a long time ago but haven’t gotten over lol. i tried writing this in 3rd person pov but tbh it’s hard for me to display emotion in my writing if it’s 3rd person cus it’s like giving u instructions on how to feel 😭. I KNOW ITS 2023 OKAY I KNOW WE DONT LIKE 1ST PERSON ANYMORE BUT PLS LET ME HAVE MY MOMENT

warnings/tags barely proofread (i tried), if yall don’t like tis i’ll probably discontinue it LOL, childe x implied f!reader, sfw.

listen to chinese satellite by phoebe bridgers.

“Good morning.” Ajax is speaking to you, voice low. “It's a hot day.”

You were shivering, actually. Mornings were always cold no matter what the temperature was. Nevertheless, you nod and agree with him anyway. “Yup, isn’t it?”

You two were standing outside your house, waiting for the other to initiate the walking, to which you end up doing it. He follows behind, the path too narrow to fit the two of you—this was a familiar sound. Heavy footsteps you could only recognise to be Ajax’s only two metres behind you. You don’t need to turn around to know he’s staring at the back of your head.

Such a nostalgic feeling, you think. You and him have been passing by the same trees and the same brown-cream coloured houses for 5 years now.

“Can you believe that we’re graduating in two months?”

He doesn’t answer.

You repeat the question again and he finally responds. You turn around, curious as to what had gotten him so distracted; his phone is in his hand, he’s looking into it and it’s pointing at you—his bright yellow phone case pales in comparison to the smile he has on his face.

“Not even going to let me pose?”

“You don’t need to do that. Your morning face is enough.”

“What does that even mean?”

“You’re pretty when you wake up.”

It’s 6 in the morning. Ajax was never one to think before he speaks, especially when the sun had just risen 5 minutes prior. You ignore what he says, assuming he just couldn’t tell that isn’t something you say to friends.

“Sure.”

—

It’s 8:27 am. You’ve been sitting through an hour of English, and you swear you thought the subject couldn’t get any more boring than when it was in middle school. You’re spinning your blue MUJI 0.5 tip pen between your middle and index finger, ultimately failing after 5 seconds and letting it drop to the floor. It rolls away, farther than you could bend and reach for—a soft metal clinking sound is heard when you realise it’s hit someone’s chair.

The red and black coloured backpack on the floor next to the chair made it obvious where your pen had gone and who’s chair it hit.

You whisper-yell, “Hey, can you pick that up?”

Ajax turns around and looks at you and then the floor. You’re thankful as he picks up the pen, but then quickly confused as to why he just turns forward again—keeping your pen at his desk.

—

YOU: It feels as though the evening has been stretched, like time is in slow motion and not in a good way; because I’m looking at Ajax sitting across from me and we have not spoken. I have a cup of coffee in my right hand, much too sweet for my own taste; a cat drawn from the latte art I don’t remember requesting. I’m very sure I asked for a bunny. I’m very sure. I think I left my Math textbook in class. The trees look really lively or something like that, I don’t really know, I am making sure to look away from Ajax because I know he’s staring.

“What?”

“What what?” He acts like he wasn’t just staring at me for the past 5 minutes. “Is there a problem?”

“My problem is that you’re being weird today.”

His mouth is agape, too dramatic to be genuine. “That’s rude.”

I don’t know what to reply to him now, knowing that he’ll just continue acting stupid. My shoes squeak against the wooden flooring as I lean back in my chair, it’s evening now and I’m so exhausted. People from the high school three streets away from ours are filling the tiny place up, passing by our table and some stare at Ajax as they do. The oak tables that were empty just a half hour ago are now full of teenagers, this whole place is infested with us; behind, left and right.

It’s not weird for people to stare at Ajax when we’re out together. It’s not like he’s a celebrity or anything, but somehow every girl I know has heard of him or has heard of him from someone who has heard of him. It’s a big chain of people I find impossible to keep track of. If you mentioned his name anywhere, someone would definitely go “you know him too?”.

I’m drinking my tea slowly and quietly. A group of girls are laughing so loud my eardrums could burst. Another group of girls walk in and the familiar bell sound of the café entrance rings, and it’s no surprise they know Ajax too; he smiles at them, I can’t tell if out of politeness, when they walk by. They’re giggling to themselves and I can’t help but feel a bit lost.

“What’s wrong with you today?” He’s asking me as if multiple things aren’t wrong with him. Suddenly, I’m the one with the problems.

I don’t bother anymore, I think about that moment minutes ago over and over again and I have no idea what to make of it. That giggle wasn’t a “what a coincidence” giggle, more like a teasing sort, the kind your friends do when your crush talks to you.

“Nothing is wrong with me.” I’m lying. “I’m gonna go home.”

He is so clueless, so oblivious to everything it is paining me. Oblivious to the amount of girls that are looking his way in this very establishment, at this very moment in time. It makes me almost angry, somewhat, that he doesn’t know.

—

AJAX: It is 7 P.M. and dark out. I think she’s angry but she’s just slouching over, but I get some sort of sensing that she will explode if I try to talk to her.

“Helllooo.” I’m next to her now, and she doesn’t want to reply to me; her eyes are on mine, eyebrows furrowed and clearly sending a message: Don’t even say anything.

I feel myself smiling because she looks very adorable. She is much shorter than I am. When she’s angry, I’m never able to take her seriously. I don’t think I ever have. Oftentimes in her fits of anger I am caught admiring her, smiling because I think she is so dramatic. When we were 15 she once yelled at me for using her charger, and apparently ‘making her phone charge slower’. She is one of the angriest and most short tempered people I know, yet I think she pulls off the frustrated pout and narrowed eyes very well. It doesn’t matter much to me.

“I’m not gonna ask what’s up with you because you got mad when I did.”

She looks forward again and we are still walking. Her house is still a few blocks down. I think she’s getting tired, too. I shouldn’t have dragged her to get milk tea with me. This path is too narrow to fit the two of us.

I walk in front of her and I can hear her tongue clicking out of annoyance. I bend down and stretch my arms, “Get on my back”.

I feel weight shifting onto my upper back, her long hair is tickling my neck but I don’t mind. Her arms are tired, slow in their movements as they wrap around me too, her head on my right shoulder and she does not say a word in all of it.

“Thank you.” she is whispering to me a few minutes later, and I think I am getting tired too. My legs want to give out. They don’t because I don’t let them.

It’s another 10 minutes and I’m at her front door, unlocking it using the key in her wallet; her parents are on the couch and watching TV and I start to wonder what this would look like to them.

“Ajax?” Her mother turns her head around and is surprised to see me, considering I wasn’t calling to say I was coming over. I haven’t done that in months.

“Is she okay?”

“She’s just tired, that’s all.” I tell her and I try my best not to speak too loud in case the girl on my back wakes up. I can feel her breaths on my back, slow and controlled. I bring her upstairs to her room and I lay her on her bed. Her room has changed quite a bit since I had last been in it, her desk is much more organised than it was a few months ago.

I found myself rejecting her invitations to hang out in her room over the summer break.

I think if I were to be alone in a room with her for too long I would end up blurting it out. I would tell her I’ve loved her since we started being friends, and she’d kick me out of her house and never talk to me again. But now she’s sleeping and I think I’m okay, so I pull her blankets over her and whisper; “Goodnight, I love you”.

—

YOU: I have no idea what day it is. I feel sticky. I look around and after a few seconds I sigh out of relief, realising this is my house, and these are my bedsheets. I don’t remember how I got here, though, my uniform is still on and the last thing I can recall is me on Ajax’s back.

I reach for my phone but realise it’s dead. A post-it note is next to my nightstand, ‘You’re welcome for the ride back. Call me when you wake up You owe me’, and on the bottom right corner there is an ugly and disproportionate cat drawn.

He didn’t even have the courtesy to remove my socks for me, but I guess that’s fair because I don’t think I’d go anywhere near his feet either.

I plug my phone into my charger and wait. I don’t know if he wants me to call him, but I think I should, I want to.

28 days later and i’m back with this shitty fic — 130423

#genshin x reader #genshin impact #childe fluff #childe x reader #childe angst #childe x reader fluff #childe x reader angst #genshin angst #genshin fluff #genshin x reader fluff #genshin x reader angst #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia fluff #tartaglia angst

126 notes · View notes

kitthepurplepotato · 1 year

Text

New to the story? Start here! -> PART 1

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

Chapter 4 - “Dynadick” and the case of the heartbroken Chargebolt.

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

Warnings: Swear words, Bakugou being an asshole as always.

Summary: Bakugou does not appreciate flirting. Bakugou is also not fond of listening to the heartbroken Denki’s nonsense.

Special thank you to @sozainturpal for the lovely message, it made me so happy I “accidentally” wrote a full chapter after reading it 💜

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

This absolute shithead.

Screaming nonsense in the middle of the morning, ruining your precious coffee time.

And did he just call you a… dingbat? Who the actual fuck uses that word anyway?

What is a dingbat?! Is it a bat that… dings?

What is “dinging”?

Can a bat ding?

Holly shit, you definitely haven’t had enough coffee for this conversation. You are also a foreigner. You have no idea how offended you should be right now.

To be fair, we are talking about Dynamight here. This word sounds like a praise from his filthy mouth.

“So, this is the updated database.” You sigh into the silence and sit down by your laptop. Your place is in the far corner of Bakugou’s office, almost opposite his own fancy-pants desk.

As you concentrate on signing in, you can feel Bakugo’s breath on your neck. Can he not bring his bloody chair over and sit down next to you?!

“While in different circumstances I would be more than happy to have you so close to my face, I find your closeness quite unpleasant and slightly inappropriate right now, boss.”

Well… you shouldn’t have said that.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” Says the now tomato red faced explosive hero, clearly not having as much fun as you are right now. Fuck the coffee, making Bakugou uncomfortable is your new favorite part of your morning routine. “Do you have a crush on me or something?!”

“I mean, you actually look quite handsome when you like, shut up. But as that never happens, the answer is no, I do not have a crush on you, I’m afraid.”

For your surprise, he does not lash out on you. Instead, he rolls his eyes and squats next to you to give you some personal space. What have you done? Is Bakugo broken again? Will he play the fake dead card and hide from his embarrassment as he did the last time? Is this how he copes with things?

Where did you leave your coffee?!

“Yeah, I heard that line before.” He sighs and waits for you to start your demonstration, but fuck that, you are really curious right now.

Is he… self conscious about this? Is Bakugo actually capable of human feelings? Did you just tear open a barely mended wound from the past?

You might be the second biggest asshole after Katsuki, but even you can feel ashamed of your own words sometimes.

“Who… said that to you?”

And now you are stuttering. Great.

“Someone in High School. I haven’t shut up ever since.” Grins the blonde and you can’t help but roll your eyes. He was faking it. Of course he was. You were about to say sorry yet here he is, grinning like a wild animal, all calm and collected, like he wasn’t about to die of embarrassment 30 seconds ago. He won this fight and he got you good.

“You are such a dick.”

“Yep, that’s me. Get used to it.”

Haha. Dynadick.

Jesus, where is your coffee again?

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

“Haha. Dynadick.”

Loud laughter fills the room as Mr. Katsuki rolls on floor, hyperventilating.

The menace might be a pain in the ass, but her red face when she realized she said this out loud was worth waking up for.

“I didn’t mean to say this out loud, goddamit.” The menace squeaks and oh boy, Mr. Katsuki is having the time of his life.

The loud commotion made Kirishima appear in the door as well, and Katsuki can’t get over the pure dread on the Menace’s face so he decides to push it until there’s nothing left but pure mortification.

“She called me Dynadick, Eiji. Dynadick.” Whines the hero on the floor with tears in his eyes. Kirishima is puzzled, he clearly has no idea if he should laugh with his best friend or try his best to save his poor new colleague from her misery; she clearly spoke out loud again, just how she did on her interview.

Is there a way to do both? He kinda wants to laugh.

“I can’t be close to her face because it’s inappropriate but she can call me, her boss, Dynadick. She’s such a hypocrite.”

“IT WAS A FUCKING ACCIDENT, GODDAMMIT!”Stands up the Menace (what was her real name again? Mr. Katsuki has no idea and he definitely does not care enough to ask) and slams her tiny arms on the top of the desk. As the desk slowly shakes and breaks in half, she points at the laptop in the middle of the rumble on the floor. Well, at least the laptop will not need replacing. That can’t be said about the poor table. Rest in peace, brother. What a way to go. “GO AND CHECK THE DATABASE ALONE YOU MISERABLE FUCK, I’M GOING TO A PUB!”

“It’s 7:30, darling. AM.”

Oh, poor Kirishima.

“No shit, Sherlock!” Barks back the Menace and leaves the building, leaving poor Kirishima with a mentally unstable Bakugou who’s still laughing on the floor like a maniac.

“Can you guys at least try to not break something every day? Our budget might be big, but we will eventually run out of money.”

“It was so fucking worth it.” Cries the blonde, with no remorse in his trembling voice.

This will be a long day. Kirishima hopes Y/N will be back by the afternoon so he can make sure she’s fine and not resigning on her second day.

Bakugo has the same hopes, but for different reasons; he’s already plotting his next mischief, and a drunk Menace sounds like the perfect target to get his daily entertainment.

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

Later that day…

The whole office jumps in unison when the main door slams shut after you. You definitely owe Kirishima an apology and you certainly hope you still have a job and you won’t be asked to leave - you did run away without a warning and you did go to a pub; in broad daylight, in the middle of your shift. On a positive note tho, you already sobered up.

“Y/N! Are you okay? Do you want to talk?”

Of course he is all over you the moment you walk in. Of course HE feels bad while the main culprit is happily sitting in his office, probably drinking YOUR chai tea latte. Nevermind.

“I’m sorry. I’m really really sorry, boss. I just needed a breather. I’m fine. I’m back. I won’t cause any more trouble… well… today.” You blush and look away to the other direction. You might have hundreds of quirks under your sleeve, but somehow, non of them could cure your inability to lie.

Kirishima only snickers on your response and gives you a tiny hug. He’s so precious, goddamit!

“I appreciate your honestly and please, don’t worry about it. It will get easier as the time goes. I’m just happy you are still here and willing to take the responsibility for your actions.” With a tap on your shoulders he lets you make your way to your office.

You can hear chatter coming from the other side of the door. Is someone… crying? Well, it’s definitely not Dynamight as you can hear him grumbling aggressively in the background, clearly not happy about the sudden outburst of this man. Who’s stupid enough to go to Dynamight with his problems? This guy definitely has a death wish or he is an absolute idiot.

As you open the door to take a little look, you see a blondish-yellow haired guy in a leather jacket.

Oh.

He is indeed an absolute idiot, but in a really nice way.

You heard all about him from your bestie.

“Are you listening, BakuBro?! She dumped me! Again! How many times do I need to have my heart broken? What have I done to deserve this?” Cries the man, ignoring your now obvious presence in the room.

“First of all, I would dump you 100 times too if I would be forced to live with your annoying ass. Second of all, why the fuck do I need to listen to your nonsense? Don’t you have friends?!” Shouts the blonde, making the other blonde cry even more.

“You are my friend…”

Okay, you can’t listen to this shit anymore.

“Well, I’m sorry for eavesdropping on you two, but… Mr. Dynamight, you are an absolute asshole. This man is clearly depressed and heartbroken, can you at least listen to him?! He might be here because he has no one else to go to, did you think about that?! Don’t kick someone who’s already on the floor!” There is an almost silent “oh fuck off” coming Bakugou but you respectfully ignore it and you sit down next to the crying man on the sofa. “My name is Y/N darling, I’m the asshole’s new assistant. Please, don’t listen to him. You are always welcome in this office in the time of need. I can listen to you. What happened?” This is clearly a cry for help, bless his little broken heart. This poor yellow haired man just makes you want to protect him and talk to him about the magical powers of a silver shampoo.

Because this guy needs it.

So much.

Soooo so much.

Okay, that’s not important now.

“Hi, I’m Kaminari Denki.” Sniffles the guy. “I got dumped by my girlfriend Jirou for the twentieth time. I did nothing. Is my existence such a bother to everyone?”

“Yes, it is, now leave.” Comments the asshole of the century, and nope, you can’t do this anymore.

“If you say a single fucking word while I talk to this man, I’ll hang your virgin balls on the nearest lamp post and I’ll blow them up so well, not even the best cleaning brigade in Japan can get rid of them.” You give Bakugou a threatening look and start focusing on the now shaking man on the sofa.

“You are a lovely human being. You might be a bit louder than most, you might annoy some people, but you have all the rights to exist. You just need to find the right people to be with. Also, sometimes people don’t appreciate what they have until they loose it, so what I would do if I were you, I would go home, tell my girl that I’m okay with her decision and I would leave for a few days or weeks to give her some space. Trust me, if she loves you, she will come back to you. If not, there will be someone better who will appreciate you as you are. Don’t underestimate yourself, just because you are different. If Dynamight can exist, so can you.”

Needless to say, you managed to break this man with your words, but that’s fine. Sometimes, you need to completely fall apart to be able to put yourself together in the right way.

As this man you just met smears all his saliva and other disgusting bodily fluids all over your shirt, you sigh into the void. Your life is an absolute joke but if this little conversation did something to help another person, then you don’t mind it that much. At least you made a new friend today, a quite useful one at that. He might come in handy when your phone is out of fuel.

“That last part was unnecessary.” Scoffs your boss, but he can’t deny that even he was a bit moved by your kind words.

“I had to prove my point somehow.” You smile cheekily and stroke Kaminari’s hair to entertain yourself for the time being. “Well, this is definitely enough drama for one day, let’s bury the hatchet for today, Mr. Bakugou. I also told Kirishima I won’t cause any more problems today.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, weirdo.” Bakugou rolls his eyes but he indeed stays quiet for the rest of the day.

You might just be a bit sensitive after all this love drama, but you swear you can feel the change in the air around you two.

Will it stay this way? Probably not; but you can’t help but think back on your words from the morning; Bakugou is indeed quite handsome when he shuts the hell up.

-> Next Chapter!

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

Anyone remembers who said that line to Bakugo in high school? :P

Wow, this chapter is a bit different than usual, but I really wanted to give the story a bit of a push. And don’t worry; you guys still hate each other, we are really far from the end game! :D

Also, no pigeons in this chapter. I’m heartbroken.

Have a lovely weekend, guys 💜

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

Taglist:

(feel free to ask me to add you if you like this story btw 💜)

@ibkg @chuugarettes @lilmaimai @nonomesupposedto @sozainturpal

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

#bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugo x you #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x self insert #bnha x reader #mha x reader #shenanigansbypurplepotato #kirishima x reader #kaminari denki x reader

115 notes · View notes

Last Seen Blogs