#yes I’m aware of the fourth closet

[bluarlequinno]

You know … I think Elizabeth and Charlie would have understood each other pretty well ✨ shared trauma bonding✨

Also I added an extra Lizzy doodle

#five nights at freddy's #art #digital art #elizabeth afton #fnaf fanart #fanart #charlie emily #fnaf #fnaf the silver eyes #fnaf book trilogy #circus baby #elizabeth afton fnaf #they both have dAddY ISsUes #fnaf theodore #charlotte emily #charlie Emily fanart #book Charlie emily #elizabeth afton is best girl #yes I’m aware of the fourth closet #but i don’t agree with how they handled stuff #but kudos for actually acknowledging Elizabeth’s trauma #sort of #can’t except much really

[ensnapemysenses]

I Understand

Snape Fic SFW

Synopsis: Professor Snape notices you are failing his assignments all of a sudden and offers you accommodations to improve your grade before you graduate from Hogwarts.

Gender-neutral reader, unspecified student house association, student is of age, in their 7th year, and about to graduate

Warnings: mention of bullying, student x teacher interactions (nothing serious but I’m adding it just in case)

Word count: 1,629

Genre: Fluff

Masterlists

Professor Snape dismisses the class and you start to gather your things. It had been another awful day in your potions class and you had failed your assignment - yet again. This was the fourth assignment in a row you had miserably failed. You usually did exceptional in potions and it was your best subject.

As you finish packing up and turn to leave the classroom you hear Professor Snape say, “A word, (Y/L/N).”

You cringe and turn around to walk up to his desk. “Yes Professor?”, you say shyly.

“Would you care to tell me why you have been doing so poorly in your lessons lately?,” Professor Snape says with a slight growl and with a raised eyebrow.

You quickly look to the ground. “I have no idea Professor,” you manage to say in a very quiet voice.

You glance back up as Snape looks at you with a cold expression. “Now, (Y/L/N) I think you have some semblance of a brain in that head of yours. We can’t have you dismally failing my class near the end of term can we?,” Snape says with an annoyed hiss.

Professor Snape continues, “You happen to be one of my best students so I’m going to offer you a proposal.”

You remain silent and look at Professor Snape in confusion. Has he managed to figure out why your potions haven’t been up to par lately? There’s no way he would notice… right?

Professor Snape continues as he stares directly into your eyes as if trying to intimidate you, “I can offer you a one-on-one potions class with me every Saturday evening at seven o’clock in order for you to remake the potions you failed for an improved grade.”

You look at him with a shocked expression. The snarky and rude Professor Snape has offered you a way to improve your grade?

“T-thank you, Professor Snape,” you say with a stutter, “I will do my very best I promise.”

Snape takes a half step closer to you and stands with his hands behind his back. “I’m intrigued to hear that, (Y/L/N). Our first lesson will be this Saturday night. Don’t be late. I will see you at seven o’clock sharp.”

You nod your head in agreement and leave to head to your next class.

~~~~

You check the time as you finish up your dinner. It’s Saturday and you only have twenty minutes until your first one-on-one potions lesson with Professor Snape. You glance up at the professor's table to see that Professor Snape has already left the dining hall. With a groan, you bid your friends goodbye and stop by your dorm to grab your potion supplies. You then hurry down to the dungeons.

You arrive exactly at seven o’clock and take a seat at the front of the class. Professor Snape is seated at his desk reading a book. As you sit down, he closes his book.

Snape stands and begins speaking. “Today you will have the opportunity to improve upon your ghastly attempt at the draught of the living dead potion. I assume that you are aware that this is a very advanced potion that requires the utmost care in order to brew correctly. You have one hour and I would like you to use the ingredients in my supply closet,” he says gesturing towards the closet, “You may begin.” At the end of Snape’s sentence, he returns to his desk and continues to read his book.

You take a moment to compose yourself and reach into your bag for your potions book. You read over the list of the correct supplies and head to the supplies closet to gather what you need.

~

You glance down at the potion in your cauldron and it is now a pale lilac color. “Yes!,” you think, “now I just have one more ingredient to add.”

You add in the last ingredient just as Professor Snape tells you time is up. You glance down at your potion holding your breath and take a step back as you notice the color change to clear hasn’t occurred yet. You are very nervous as the Professor steps up to examine your potion.

“This potion is perhaps... the best I’ve seen from a student in a while. It is almost perfect.”

You glance at your potion in shock to see it is indeed the perfect clear color it is supposed to be. You look back up at Professor Snape with wide eyes. Did the dungeon bat Professor Snape really just praise your potion-making skills?

In a low voice Professor Snape continues speaking, “(Y/N), would you care to tell me exactly how you made this potion so well this time while using my personal supplies?”

You stare straight at the ground and mumble an answer. “Well?,” Professor Snape asks, “Miss Norris got your tongue? Please speak up so I can hear what you have to say.”

“W-well,” you stammer and look down at your shoes in embarrassment, “some of my classmates have recently started to steal my ingredients or tamper with them so I do my best using the ingredients they don’t mess with.” As you finally tell the Professor what has been going on, your eyes start to fill with tears.

Professor Snape takes a few steps until he is right in front of you. He opens his arms a bit and says “Come here, (Y/N).”

You step towards him closing the remaining space in between you. Professor Snape leads you into a hug and you bury your face into his chest. At this point, you have no more control over your tears and they start to flow out fast and heavy. Professor Snape gently caresses your hair and elbow as you continue to cry into his chest for a few moments.

When you finally have some composure back, you pull back from the embrace and apologize for getting your tears all over his robes. Professor Snape gently smiles in response. He takes a few steps away from you and begins to speak again.

“(Y/N), I’ve been noticing that you’ve been being bullied in my class for a few weeks now and it explains why my best student was all of a sudden failing assignments. Upon further inspection of your potions, I noticed a pattern in that the main ingredients always seemed to be missing. These were always things that I knew you would never forget.”

You nod and just keep silent. You really just don’t know what to say right now and you seem to have lost your ability to speak for the moment also.

Professor Snape continues speaking, “I understand how you are feeling and I will not stand for such nonsense, however I want to act in a way that will not draw too much attention to you as I would hate for the bullying to become harsher. I have already been discreetly taking points away from these student’s houses when I can.”

You think back to your recent lessons stunned to realize that Professor Snape really has been taking points from the students bullying you for the weirdest reasons. You don’t know how you haven’t noticed before.

“I have thought of several ways I can help you out further with these issues. I can either pull you from my class and we can do one-on-one classes twice a week so that you can keep up with your peers, or I can rearrange the seating chart and we can keep the one-on-one classes going just until you finish remaking the potions you have been making so dreadfully lately. Of course, I can also either continue to punish them as I have been or I can discuss punishments for them with their heads of houses.” Snape takes a breath and a small pause before continuing, “The choice is up to you and whatever you feel will be best.”

You nod and wipe your tears from your eyes. Knowing that Professor Snape understands what you are going through makes you feel a bit better about the whole situation.

With a soft understanding look in his eyes Professor Snape smiles slightly and offers you a cup of tea. He disappears into his office and reappears a few moments later with two cups of tea in hand. He holds one out to you and you accept it. Both of you sit in silence sipping on your tea.

After a few moments you begin to speak, “Professor?,” you hesitantly continue, “I would love to avoid the situation entirely and just do one-on-one lessons with you but… I feel as if that isn’t the best option. I’d like for you to try rearranging the seating chart first.”

“I figured as such,” Professor Snape says in a low voice. “In that case, be prepared on Monday to have a different seat in your potions class. I will rearrange everyone’s seats so it's not obvious I’m helping you out here.”

You thank him for everything he is doing to help you. Professor Snape looks at you with a look of compassion and just nods his head slightly indicating that he is accepting of your thanks. 

“(Y/N), do not tell anyone about what I’m doing here to help you out. I’d hate for rumors to start that I have a favored student or even worse that I actually have a heart,” Professor Snape says sarcastically rolling his eyes.

You agree to never speak of this encounter again as crying into your professors chest, Professor Snape’s no less, is highly embarrassing anyways.

With this silent agreement, you both finish up your tea, and Professor Snape bids you farewell. Full of hope for the first time in a while you happily gather your things and head back to your dorm room for the night.

~~~~

#snape x student #professor snape fic #professor snape #snapedom #snape fic #severus snape #severus snape fic #pro snape #pro severus snape #pro severus #sfw #severus snape fluff #snape fluff #snape x student fluff

[starweed]

today was the second meeting for the new dnd campaign, here are some character intro

acetaminophen wilelor - 21 year old half-elf, wizard, noble - neutral good

atomox etine - an elf just over the cusp of maturity, rogue - chaotic neutral

narqull - 29 year old dragonborn, paladin, ex-military - lawful good

i’m playing acetaminophen, yes i named him tylenol (the theme for elf names was medicine, atomox is a combination of anti-psychosis meds i’m pretty sure)

acetaminophen and narqull are traveling together, when the run into atomox. atomox is a sketching character by design, and neither of them really trust her. acetaminophen and narqull are traveling to get medication for narqull. acetaminophen craves creature comforts and insists on sleeping at an inn that night, atomox says that he knows a guy. the inn is creepy, with seemingly only own comfortable bed (in atomox’s room) that acetaminophen promptly passes out on (but not before hearing footsteps leaving the room from the closet). while acetaminophen is asleep narqull is guarding them, and he checks out the bookshelf in atomox’s room. there he finds a book with most of the pages ripped out, in it holds a knife. atomox invites narqull to go eat dinner, but narqull insists on staying to guard acetaminophen. acetaminophen briefly wakes up to insist that narqull go eat as it will help keep the medication down. while eating with atomox narqull brings up the knife, and they discuss why they would need such a thing. this is when acetaminophen hears the footsteps from the closet. hours later narqull is back to guarding acetaminophen when he wakes up. they fill each other in on the details, while atomox is elsewhere. they decide to snoop around, and when they find nothing in atomox’s room they head downstairs to look for atomox. they find her napping on a couch in the staff room. they begin lightly interrogating him.

and then that’s the end of the session.

some background information!!

narqull

narqull is acetaminophen’s bodyguard, he is only in it for the money. he gets weird vibes from the wilelor family, but they haven’t done anything outright illegal in front of him.

his relationship with acetaminophen is similar to that of an uncle & nephew relationship

he follows the law to a tee and doesn’t condone breaking it, this causes some tension between him and atomox

he breaks the fourth wall. the deity he pledged the oath to gave the ability to see into distant worlds (ours), but nobody understands the references he makes (besides us players, we all love narqull)

acetaminophen

acetaminophen is the second child of the wilelor house. a corrupt nobly house with lots and lots of money.

they are extremely loyal to his family, but he is not aware of the corruption within it. a big part of their story is going to be that they will renounce his family once the corruption is uncovered.

he is a bit of a polyglot, fluently speaking four languages (common, elvish, gnomish, and goblin). they can speak some very basic draconic due to lessons with narqull when he had time to teach him.

they worship the seldarine. he grew up with their elf father for the most part, and their father also follows tel’seldarine. it’s a big part of their identity because it makes him closer to his elvish roots. (also the wilelor family is matrilineal, acetaminophen’s father married in)

atomox

they give people nicknames. later in the campaign she will refer to acetaminophen as minnie (and will be referred to as moxxie in return).

creepy on purpose. if they’re being unsettling it is likely on purpose because they felt like it.

likes to tease narqull. thinks his reactions are funny and that his references to things she doesn’t know about are funnier. he also enjoys acetaminophen and narqull’s banter.

he gets mistaken for a prostitute quite frequently, and she thinks it’s hilarious

[eloise175]

So I saw your post about Reynold and Emily and thought about how Reynold is upset because he is now the only one single among his siblings and then Emily came by and wondering what's up with him

Head canon time y’all!

(Yes it’s finally back! I’m doing this because atm the fic is not cooperating and a part even got deleted. And I’ve also decided to do art for the fanfic, currently 2 separate pieces, the first one is already done I’m working on the second one!)

Ok- so, the process of Emily and Reynold coming together is a gradual one. It happens over time.

Reynold at first doesn’t even think about the fact that he’s the only one single amongst his siblings.

At some point he just realizes that he has feelings for Emily, after he ask Penelope about the ‘weird’ feeling that he gets every time he is with this specific person,(he doesn’t tell his sister who the person is tho), and Penelope tells him that she got that feeling at the beginning when her and Callisto sill weren’t together, and he may have feelings for this specific person.

He just panics and starts to overthink on the possible negative outcomes, fearing rejection.

Emily is actually pretty aware of her growing feelings for Reynold, but remains silent about it.

At one point, when the two are alone, Reynold just blurts out that he likes her, and the two stare at each other wide-eyed. Then with a sudden spurt of courage, Emily also tells him that she likes him. From there the two awkwardly hold hands, and decide to start dating.

Fast forward to some weeks later, Penelope finds them making out in a utility closet, and is basically dumbfounded, and just goes like “Reynold I thought you liked men!” , that makes Emily burst out laughing, while Reynold just goes on a tirade.

Technically Reynold and Emily are the last ones to get together, happening shortly after Thalia and Derrick are found out.

The order of the couples goes like this:

-Penelope and Callisto being the first ones to get together.

-Derrick and Thalia, who are second to become a couple, but are only found out after Yvonne and Vinter start dating

-Yvonne and Vinter if we want to be technical, are third to start dating, but second to ‘go public’

-Emily and Reynold are fourth in place to become a couple!

#El’s headcanons #penelope eckhart #callisto regulus #reynold eckart #emily #yvonne eckart #vinter verdandi #derrick eckart #thalia verdandi #penelope x callisto #yvonne x vinter #derrickxthalia #reynold x emily #vadd headcanon #vadd #villains are destined to die #death is the only ending for a villainess #death is the only ending for the villainess

[cursestothemoon]

All My Love, Dad

Requested: Yes

Fred Weasley x Sirius Black’s Daughter 

Warning: Death, alludes to sex, suggestive moments

Word Count: 3218

Summary: Fred Weasley is dating Azkaban escapee’s daughter Y/n Black. They are hiding their relationship form her ever fear inducing father, Snuffles. Though the unexpected happens leading Fred and Y/n to almost drown in guilt.

✧✧✧

“Wait, Fred-”

“No one’s up here, love, I checked.”

“No Fred, I think someo-”

“Hey!”

Fred let out a loud gasp before shoving you off of him. You stumbled back, both your hands shooting out to smooth out the wrinkles in your clothes hoping to Merlin it looked as innocent as you hoped.

The girlish giggle was what made you slump your shoulders realizing who it was, the bright pink hair a dead give away.

“Tonks! Merlin I thought y-”

She cut you off, “Thought I was your dad.”

You nodded sheepishly.

“This is cute,” She gestured between Fred and yourself. “Anyway, you’re not in the clear yet. He was coming up right behind me.”

Her words were enough to light a fire under you, making you stumble out of the closet and to the otherside of the room. Just in time too, seeing as your dad waltzed up the steps to the second floor.

“Sirius!” Fred said, hand coming up to pat down his hair that you ran your hand through just moments before.

Your dad looked at him, face creased with confusion, before mimicking his tone, “Fred!”

Fred gave a nervous laugh but kept quiet, your dad continued.

“Breakfast is going to be ready soon. I’d get in before anyone else, today we have pancakes.” He smiled before turning and leaving, the hall back to just you, Fred, and Tonks.

Fred let out a breath, shoulders slumping as he moved from in front of the closet to your side. He let his head fall to your shoulder, a loud groan coming from him as you laughed.

“Smooth, Fred.”

He winced, “Shut up.”

Fred and you had been dating for nearly five months now, having been friends for well over a year before. You were sorted into Gryffindor and both of you had been aware of the other but it wasn’t until your fourth year (his fifth) that you two became friends. He had fallen for you before you even thought about him any way other than platonically. The Yule Ball was what made you realize your feelings, he had asked Angelina Johnson to be his date and the little green monster bubbling inside of you at the sight of them dancing was too powerful to deny.

With all events following, it wasn’t until the near end of your fifth year when you decided to make a move. Luckily, he and Angelina were just good friends and nothing more came of it. You noticed his subtle hints and more than friendly gestures, all while being Sirius’ daughter you were well aware that you weren’t ugly by any means. You just hoped you weren't wrong.

You weren’t.

It had only been three months of dating at Hogsmeade, one month apart over summer, and since a week ago you have been living together until the start of term. This brings you to just twenty five minutes ago when you had been on your way to the kitchen when a mysterious force pulled you into a closet off the side of the hallway. The mysterious force turned out to be a very handsy Fred Weasley. He told you everyone was already down and it was just you two up there before he attacked your lips.

You two had to play innocent this past week, your ever protective father still unknowing of your relationship with the gentle giant. It definitely didn’t help that Fred was deathly afraid of what your father might say when he finds out that he had been romantically involved with his only daughter.

“He was in Azkaban, Y/n! Who knows what he's learned or seen in there!” Fred said, eyes wide.

You shook your head with a laugh, “Fred, he’s harmless really.”

“He’s got tattoos on his chest! And- and he was raised in a very well off household. He could kill me then scoop my eyes out with a spoon worth more than me and George combined!”

“You are overreacting just a tad, how scary could he be? He goes by Snuffles.”

Fred was adamant on keeping his eyes so he was very well behaved, that is until today when he felt as though if he didn’t kiss you soon he’d combust. Poor boy nearly had a heart attack, though, when the closet door opened.

You were now sitting at the kitchen table with Fred across from you. Breakfast had been finished and now everyone (members of the Order and such) were all in their own conversations. The only one not partaking in communicating being you and Fred, preferring to play footsie under the table whilst smirking at each other.

“You two make me sick. Enough I had to deal with it at school, now where I eat? Disgusting.” George teased from next to Fred making him shoot up immediately and look over to your dad who was, thankfully, still in the middle of a conversation with Remus and Harry.

“Don’t be so loud!” Fred whisper-yelled.

George laughed, “Your bedroom eyes were loud enough.”

That comment earned him a sharp kick to the shin from you. He sent you a playful glare before moving to stand up.

“Well, I’m going to work on some products. Fred, feel free to join.”

Fred watched as George left then turned to look at you with a smile, “You know if I don’t go one of us will end up with green hair.”

“Please, not again.” You begged with a smile playing on your lips as Fred started to walk out of the room, turning back to blow you a kiss just as he passed through the door and was hidden from Sirius

The rest of your time at Grimmauld Place went by in the same fashion. Fred and you had gotten a bit more confident with sneaking around right under your father’s nose. The day had finally come for you to return to Hogwarts and while you were excited, a part of you dreaded it. You weren’t allowed to send or receive letters from your father seeing as it would be far too risky considering everyone still saw him as an escaped murderer.

Sirius wasn’t allowed to go to King’s cross initially, but he found a loophole and was fed up with being cooped up at home so you got to say goodbye to him just before boarding the train. The shaggy haired black dog had led you into an empty room at the train station, luckily the area that seemed to be a lounge had been empty allowing your father to turn back into a man rather than bark out his farewell.

You were quick to wrap your arms around him, face nuzzling into his hair as he held you tightly.

“Be good, my girl. And take care of Harry, I can’t imagine the stress he’s under.”

He smiled as you nodded, your eyes welling with tears. His hands came up to cup your face, thumbs brushing away the few tears that had fallen.

“We’ll see each other again, don’t cry.”

“It’s just hard knowing I won’t be able to write to you.” You said looking down.

Sirius smiled gently, “Here, I've got something for you…”

His hand dipped into the pocket of his robe, pulling out a mirror.

“It’s charmed. If you say the name of the person who has the other mirror you can see them. There are three mirrors, I have one, now you, and I’m thinking of giving Harry the third one for Christmas.”

The smirk on your father’s face made you smile, he was a thoughtful man, confident, boisterous, and thoughtful.

Your farewells were short, needing not to miss the train back to school. It was with a final pat to the black dog that you boarded the train, stepping into a compartment with Fred, George, and Lee.

Fred pulled you toward him as you walked in, grumbling out, “Finally.”

--

Umbridge was revolting, classes were as mundane as ever with no OWLs to worry over, and Fred and George had told you their plans for after Christmas holiday. To say you were feeling rather ruddy would be an understatement. Of course you supported Fred and George, more than anything in the world, but you worried that if you couldn’t tell your father about your relationship with the older twin soon, the very relationship would crumble under the stress of not only distance but also paranoia.

“What are you thinking in that pretty little head of yours?” Fred asked, finger coming up to gently poke your forehead.

“You, of course.” You smirked, his expression mirroring yours.

You were in the train on your way back to Grimmauld Place for the Christmas holiday, and neither you nor Fred were feeling excited about having to start acting as good friends with each other.

“I knew it, you had a twinkle in your eye.”His voice was smug, making you roll your eyes.

“I did not you twat.”

Fred pulled you into his side with one arm, the other going to tickle your sides with vigor.

“Let go, you’ll ruin my hair!” You stated, words muffled by his sweater.

Fred stopped for a moment though his hold persisted, “Mmm… only if you promise me your New Years kiss.”

“Alright, I promise.”

“And say I’m the best and smoothest boyfriend in the whole wide world.”

“No.”

His fingers inched closer and closer back to your side.

“Fine! You’re the best and smoothest boyfriend in the whole wide world, please let me go, love.”

Fred smiled, letting you go from his grasp only letting you get far enough so he could pull you into a kiss making the other two people in your compartment groan.

“You think this is bad? I’ve got to live with them over holiday, and when I’m not seeing her I’m definitely hearing about her.”

George dodged Fred’s fist as he snickered, but wasn’t so lucky when his older twin stood up and tackled him. Lee yelped and made his way over to you on the other side, out of the way of flailing limbs and rowdy twins.

“Are they always like this?” Lee said in a low voice, leaning closer to you.

You nodded, “It’s worse when they are hungry.”

Lee laughed, starting to chant ‘fight’ as the twins smacked each other around andyou couldn’t help but chuckle along.

The house was the same as you left it, old and dusty, but your father had taken it upon himself to decorate almost every square inch of the house in handmade Christmas decorations, surely a product of his boredom.

Christmas had gone by far too quickly for anyone's liking and your dad’s once joyful caroling that could be heard throughout the house fizzled out, replaced by a more somber mood due to the impending solitude. He seemed to chiper up today, rightfully so, it was New Years eve.

Everyone had gathered around the fireworks in the main sitting room, the twins had conjured up sparkly gold fireworks that would countdown to midnight, they shimmered at eleven now.

“Ten!”

You smiled, hand going to grab hold of Harry’s and Ron’s forearms in excitement.

“Nine!”

The giddiness was undeniable.

“Eight!”

Sirius caught your eye and winked with a small smile.

“Seven!”

You looked around trying to find Fred.

“Six!”

He was standing with George and Ginny.

“Five!”

“Four!”

“Three!”

He looked at you, lips curling into a smile.

“Two!”

You moved to walk toward him, if this was how people found out then so be it.

“One! Happy New Year!”

Fred seemed to understand the look in your eye and maybe it was the way everyone else seemed to lean to a loved one for a kiss, or the adrenaline of a New Year and waiting war but he wasn’t going to back down. Instead he stood there, leaning his head back ever so slightly as his hands went to rest in his pockets and he gave you a look that said,

Come on. Do it.

And you were going to, really you were, but your father had gotten to you before you could reach Fred.

“Happy New Year, my girl.” Sirius smiled, leaning down to peck you forehead.

It seemed as though no one wanted you to kiss Fred for the New Year because you were then pulled into the kitchen by Molly and Tonks to help pass out the pastries. You looked to Fred with an apologetic look as you were being guided to the kitchen, but he just smiled and motioned for you to go do what you needed to do.

It wasn’t until everyone had gone to bed and you were putting away the last few dishes that Fred had found his way to you. You jumped at the feeling of hands wrapping around your waist from behind but relaxed once you felt the familiarly calloused hand slip under your shirt and rest on your bare hip.

“I believe you have a promise to fulfill.” Fred whispered, warm breath hitting the shell of your ear.

You decided to play coy, “I do? Shame I can’t remember what it was.”

Fred spun you around to face him, grabbing the plate out of your hand and placing it on the counter behind you.

“Guess I’ll just have to remind you.” Fred smirked.

His hands came up to cup your face, pulling your lips closer to his as you both closed your eyes. But he stopped just as your lips had brushed and you had to force yourself not to groan.

“Or maybe I’ll just wait until you remember.” His lips were so close you felt each word as he said them.

“Kiss me or I swear to Merlin Weasley I’ll scream.” You said, eyebrows raised and a devious smile on your lips.

Fred let out a breathy laugh before smashing his lips to yours, one hand sliding down your side to snake behind your waist to pull you closer, your body now completely against his as the kiss deepened. Your hands traveled up his torso before finding their way to his neck, thumbs gently caressing the soft skin. You could feel Fred start to smile into the kiss, inevitably making you start to do the same before he pulled away slowly.

His eyes sparkled with an emotion unknown as he grinned down at you, his thumb moving against your cheekbone.

“I love you, you know?” He said, voice soft.

Your breath hitched ever so slightly. Sure you knew you loved him and you only hoped he felt the same but your relationship was never heavy on verbal affirmations of love, both of you preferring to show each other your love rather than say it. So the proclamation of love was a bit shocking to you.

“This would be the time you said it back, Y/n.” He laughed, but the nervousness was now radiating off of him in waves as you realized you took a bit too long to respond.

“I love- I love you Freddie.” You stuttered, still shocked that by the words you were hearing.

Fred loved you.

It was with a few more kisses and quite a few more whispers of loving the other that you two tiptoed to your separate rooms, hand in hand. And maybe if you weren’t in such a lovesick haze you’d notice the silver lighter on the floor by the doorway.

--

The crowd that had gathered in the courtyard was electric, everyone was clapping as Fred and George rode off into the horizon on their brooms, a shimmering ‘W’ left in their wake. You could’ve only hoped that the day would’ve continued on just as light hearted.

Instead, you were now fitting death eaters in the department of mysteries at the Ministry. All hope seemingly being lost until the Order arrived, and you and your father fought in great synchronicity Harry even joining in exceptional smoothness. You guys were sure to win.

Right?

And suddenly…

A victory didn’t matter, not as you watched a spell hit your father in the chest sending him stumbling through the eerie veil. It was immediate, as he crossed through the silvery tendril of mist he was pulled away, almost like a handful of sand in the wind.

You pushed and shoved the arms that had found their way around you, he couldn’t have just...gone away.

“Y/n, no!” It was Tonks, her voice sounded like it was coming from inside a fishbowl.

Harry’s screams combined with yours as you were both held back by someone. You couldn’t help but feel the guilt rise in your belly, you didn’t even tell him…

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“Just a few more boxes!” You called down to Remus from your room.

You and Fred were packing your things to leave Grimmauld place. You were set to move in with Remus, your godfather, due to the passing of your father. Term had ended and both you and Fred had decided to let everyone know about your relationship. Fred felt insanely guilty about keeping you from telling your father, but you were quick to tell him that there was no way of knowing what would happen, he had no reason to be so hard on himself.

“Darling, here are your letters.” He said, passing you a stack of letters.

You looked at them quizzically, “These aren-”

The words were caught in your throat as you looked at the writing on the first letter, it was your name in your dad’s handwriting.

“They’re from my dad.” You muttered looking at Fred.

Fred walked over to you and placed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“I’ll give you a minute.” He smiled gently before leaving you alone in the room.

The next fifteen minutes was spent reading the letters, starting from the oldest. By the time you reached the last one, dated a week before he died and the only one written after Christmas holiday, you had already laughed and cried at your dad’s words. You never knew he’d write you letters he couldn’t send, the thought of him hunched over the parchment all alone in the house while you were at school made your heart ache.

You let out a sigh, ready to open the last letter.

Dear Y/N,

It’s been awfully lonely in the house since everyone has left but I’m managing, at least all the mirrors seem to have a very handsome man living in them. I do miss you, my girl, and count the days until we can see each other again. Kreacher has been very quiet lately, though the occasional grunts tell me he is still, unfortunately, alive.

I hope school is going well for you. It really is a shame that I won’t get a response to my letters, but I guess it is sort of therapeutic to write them to you. Merlin, your poor old father is starting to sound like a ninny. I’ll work on that before you get back, don’t worry.

Kreacher woke up your dear Granny again, so I apologize for such a short letter though you aren't going to receive it so I guess it won’t matter much, huh? Make sure you take care of Harry, you two really only have each other in these odd times.

Also, tell Mr. Weasley that him and I ought to have a chat if he is going to snog my daughter in my own kitchen.

All my love,

Dad

#Fred Weasley #Fred Weasley imagine #fred weasly x reader #fred weasley x sirius' daughter

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I'm going to get you if it takes me all night long (Spencer Reid/ Reader)

Requested: Nope

Category: Fluff

Warnings: I curse a lot.  

Summary: On their third date, (Y/N) takes Spencer to his first rock concert, and for the first time ever, Spencer Reid feels the power of hormones taking over him. 

A/N: Hey! I love Taking Back Sunday! I don't know if you've ever heard the band or the song mentioned in the story, so I'll leave the link to the video at the end. I hope you like it!

Word count:  2K

Masterlist

Spencer looked into his closet and sighed. He was sure nothing in there was suitable for the events that were going to take place that evening. Why should he bother looking for something, then? Because he wanted to look nice for (Y/N). And not embarrass her in front of her friends.

It was their third date, and she had picked the place.

On their first date, they were out for dinner after a case. On their second date, Spencer invited her to a Doctor Who convention. They even dressed like their favorite doctor. Spencer was the fourth Doctor and (Y/N) the tenth. That was when Spencer realized she was all he needed to be happy in life.

And tonight, on their third date, (Y/N) had gotten tickets to see one of her favorite bands live: "Taking Back Sunday." And not only that but her friends were coming along too.

Spencer didn't know what freaked him out the most, if going out on a date, knowing that it was his first rock concert, or meeting (Y/N)'s friends.

Maybe everything was a little overwhelming because he had to take a minute before actually getting dressed. He felt he was looking for an outfit to go undercover on a mission. Dr. Spencer Reid pretending to be a punk rocker. Or something like that. 

An old pair of jeans and a simple blue shirt Morgan had given him for Christmas years before did the trick. Plus his usual converse and mismatched socks.

Reid had never over-analyzed an outfit ever before in his entire life.

(Y/N) nearly jumped from the couch when she heard the knock on her door. She was so excited to go out with Spencer, and she couldn't hide the grin on her face.

- "Wow!"- that was all she could say when she saw Spencer standing at her door- "Who are you?"

Reid looked down at his shoes and bit his lips. His cheeks were blushing, and his hands sweating. He was nervous. He thought maybe that's what going to prom felt like.

- "I didn't want to look out of place... I've never been to a rock concert before,"- he whispered

- "You look incredible, Spencer,"- (Y/N) whispered, smiling- "But just so you to know, I don't care what you wear, as long as you are there with me."- she added, blushing too.

Yes, they were going out. Yes, they had already kissed (four times, Spencer kept count). Yes, they would hold hands and look at each other with puppy eyes. But, it was still embarrassing to be so openly cute and adorable with each other.

Going from friends to more than friends was a big step for them, so they were taking things slow. Baby steps.

- "My friends said they'd meet us outside- (Y/N) announced as they stepped out of the cab- "Are you excited?"

- "Yeah!"- Spencer smiled. He was nervous. Actually, he was freaking out- "I heard the band today. They are pretty good"- (Y/N) looked at him and raised an eyebrow, standing by his side and holding his hand.

- "Really? Any favorite song?"- Spencer thought about it. He didn't remember the lyrics specifically, so he hummed it.

- "A decade under the influence." It's one of my favorites too"- she smiled and bit her lip, staring into Spencer's eyes

- "If we are lucky and they play it, and if you pay enough attention, you could find out which one of their songs makes me think of you."

And just like that, the butterflies in Spencer's stomach woke up. If he was nervous before, now he was nothing but excited. There was a song that made her think of him. Just the thought of her, listening to that song, thinking about him, it was too much.

Spencer Reid had fallen in love before. He had dated twice in his life. But he had never felt the way he did that minute, staring at (Y/N)'s smile. No girl before had ever told him there was a song that made her think of him.

Those were the little things that made him fall deeply and crazy in love with (Y/N).

Her friends were waiting for them at the doors. They were two of them: Jane and Chriss. They were (Y/N)'s best friends since elementary school. Now, at twenty-seven, they were still best friends. Spencer thought it was amazing how you could keep someone close for so long. He was never good at making friends, only Ethan back in college and now his BAU family. The fact (Y/N) could keep in touch with her friends ever since they were eight years old was incredible.

The show was at a local bar, which meant it was crowded. (Y/N) held Spencer's hand tight as they walked through the bunch of people, trying to get an excellent spot to see the band. And when they finally did, (Y/N)'s friends started questioning Reid.

- "So, you are Spencer"- Chriss looked at Reid and raised an eyebrow- "You are taller than I thought"- and Reid had no idea how to answer that, so he just nodded and smiled.

- "(Y/N) has told us a lot about you. I can't believe we just met after like... five years?"- Janne added and looked at her friend with a mischievous smile- "So you are the guy that knows a lot of things."

(Y/N) was already embarrassed, and her friends were just getting started.

- "Stop it."- she demanded and punched Jane's arm, but she just smiled and continued.

- "She keeps giving us random facts ever since she started working with you."

- "Yeah! she made us watch this incredibly boring documentary about space just because of some random thing you had said, and she needed to..."- (Y/N) covered her friend's mouth and

- "I'm begging you, please stop"- (Y/N) whispered, but Spencer chuckled and held her hand tight.

- "She talks about you a lot too"- he said and looked at (Y/N) smiling. He didn't want her to freak out or feel embarrassed. Her friends weren't helping, though.

- "She was really excited about tonight 'cos she wanted our approval to date you"- Chriss smiled at (Y/N), enjoying how embarrassed she looked. She was usually the one making fun of them. Now the tables had turned. And she hated it.

- "I don't need your permission!"- (Y/N) argued- "I just..."- but Chriss interrupted her, laughing.

- "I'm just messing with you! Relax! So, Spencer, do you like the band?"- Reid stayed still and nodded.

- "Yeah"- (Y/N) chuckled and wrapped an arm around his torso- "He is a huge fan."

Spencer Reid had never been in a rock concert before. He had never been out there, in the middle of a crowd, being pushed side to side, jumping, covered in sweat.

Spencer Reid had never had that much fun before.

He jumped along with the rest of the crowd, and though he didn't really know most of the songs' lyrics, he did remember the ones (Y/N) sang all the time. And so, he sang along.

She looked at him and felt how her heart beat faster. He was happy, and he seemed so relaxed. After knowing him for five years, she thought she had never seen him like that. Acting his age, being in a concert. Not worried about a thing.

(Y/N) sang along and jumped until she couldn't sing and breathe at the same time. There weren't many things she could still do working at the BAU, 'cos there wasn't much free time. The fact she could spend a Saturday night with her friends and Spencer in a concert felt like a miracle.

(Y/N) turned to him and smiled. He was covered in sweat, his hair was a mess, and the grin on his face was so big, she could feel his happiness. (Y/N) moved closer and wrapped her arms around him, leaning in and kissing him. She couldn't help it anymore. She needed to kiss him. Over and over.

Spencer felt electricity run all over him at the sensation of her lips on her. And as she deepened the kiss, he felt the urge to hold her closer, feeling her whole body against him. His hands played with her hair at the back of her neck as time stopped. All Spencer could notice was how her lips felt against his, the way his tongue ran between them. And how he thought he was going to die when she moaned into the kiss.

I didn't know what I was looking for

And come to think I wasn't looking at all

I'm not the same man, not since you came in

I'm going to get you if it takes me all night long

The crowd kept jumping. The band continued playing. Everybody kept singing. But neither (Y/N) or Spencer care. He wasn't going to let her go. His hands held her closer, feeling how she shivered. She wasn't cold. She was still nervous to touch him like that. She had longed to kiss him for so long, and she still couldn't believe it was happening.

It wasn't even their first kiss, but it still felt that way. Why? she didn't care. She didn't want it to stop. She wanted to feel like that forever. Safe in his arms. Loved, desired. No one had ever kissed her the way Reid did. And it was addictive.

For years, (Y/N) had stared at Spencer's lips, wondering how it would be like to kiss them. Now she knew it was better than she had ever imagined.

Don't know how you did it other than you did

I was there beside myself in my own skin

Unfamiliar, I tried it on and liked the fit

I don't know how you did it other than you did

I'm going to get you if it takes me all night long

When they finally pulled apart, not because they wanted to, but because the people around them kept pushing them and jumping, they could only stare. Spencer looked at (Y/N) in adoration, aware that his heart inside his chest was beating harder than it had ever done. (Y/N) smiled, her cheeks were blushed, and Reid thought it was adorable how she could still fluster around him. The truth was, he would get just as nervous about being that close to her.

- "That was the song."

(Y/N) confessed, yelling to make sure he would hear her over the crowd, and kept looking at him. Her eyes kept moving from his lips to his eyes. All she could think of was kissing him again. And again.

Would it be too much to invite him over to her house after the show? She didn't feel like hanging out with her friends anymore. If Spencer was going to kiss her as he had just done, she was going to keep on kissing him forever.

- "I loved the song!"- Spencer smiled. He wanted to lean in and kiss her again, he was dying to bit her lips once more, but the crowd pushed them apart for a second.

- "Do you want to leave?"- (Y/N) simply asked, trying to sound as innocent as possible, even when her thoughts were far from that. Spencer nodded and smiled

- "Pizza? my place? We can listen to all the albums of the band."- she suggested. Reid held her hand and walked her out of the bar quickly. He had never felt his hormones taking over him as strongly as it was happening at that moment. They didn't even say goodbye to her friends. They needed to leave and be alone.

Suddenly, stepping from friends to more than friends seemed easier.  

#Spencer Reid #criminal minds #matthew gray gubler #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfic #criminal minds fanfiction #fluff #mgg #dr spencer reid #babymetaldoll writes

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The Closet | Jeongin x Reader

I DID IT!! I finally finished another piece. Once again it is 5am when I’m posting but that’s okay. Hopefully tomorrow I can get to another request :) Also, I did not expect to write something this long but here we are. 

Warnings: non!idol au, unprotected sex, fingering (f receiving) drinking, sex under the influence

Requested: Yes 

Word count: 3.9k 

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When your friend Felix had invited you to a party with all his friends, you were somewhat hesitant to go. Felix was your roommate and the two of you got along quite well, leading to you becoming good friends. Both of you sharing a major in dance also helped strengthen your friendship. When Felix first introduced you to his entire friend group, you were stunned. All of them were quite attractive. But there was one of his friends that caught your eye the most; Jeongin.

The more often you hung out with Felix and his friends, the more your crush on Jeongin intensified. Which is why you were hesitant to attend the party. Knowing you’ll be in an environment with both alcohol and Jeongin made you nervous. Alcohol tended to make you brave. Maybe even brave enough to make a move on Jeongin despite you being positive that he doesn’t like you back in that way.

What you didn’t realise, was that Felix and the others were well aware that you liked Jeongin. Except Jeongin himself, of course. They could also see how painfully obvious he was about liking you back, which you were oblivious to. They would watch as Jeongin made time out of his day to go visit the café where you worked despite it being across town from where his dorm was. You’d both known each other for a few months by now, and the others were reaching their breaking point. It was so painfully obvious that you liked each other and at first, they’d decided that they wouldn’t get involved in any way. But now, after watching you and Jeongin pining after each other for so long, they came up with a plan. Chan decided to throw a small party at his parent’s place while they were out of town and Felix was given the task of making sure you attended.

“I don’t know, Lix. I don’t know if I’m in a party mood, you know what I mean,” you said to the blond-haired boy. There was no way in hell that you were gonna tell him the real reason why you didn’t want to go.

“Come on, it’ll be fun. Besides, you don’t have to stay the whole time if you don’t want to.” He tried to convince you. “All the others are gonna be there. You haven’t had the chance to catch up with any of them for a couple of weeks.”

He was right. You’d been pretty busy the past couple of weeks. Your job had given you more hours because another worker quit, and they were left understaffed. Between the extra hours and your classes, you didn’t have any free time to hang out. But your job had just hired replacement, so you got to have some spare time again.

“Please? Everyone misses you. I swear sometimes that they like you more than they like me,” Felix continued, desperately trying to persuade you into attending the party. You take a deep breath before letting out a deep sigh. It was hard for you to say no to Felix when he was looking at you with pleading eyes. It was almost as if he had a power over you that could make you do anything he wanted.

“Fine, I’ll go. But I don’t want to be out too late. I have class in the morning.” 

And that was how you found yourself with Felix in the back of an Uber, heading towards Chan’s house. The ride there was filled with comfortable conversation between you and Felix as you try to ignore the nervous butterflies in your stomach.

Finally reaching your destination, you leave the Uber, making sure to thank the driver. You and Felix head towards the front door before entering the house. You can hear the music playing over Chan’s portable speaker in the living room as well as the sounds of everyone chattering away.

Rounding the corner and coming into view of the boys, they give you a warm welcome. A series of hellos and heys while Chan stands to give you a welcoming hug. You take a seat on the floor next to Changbin, grabbing one of the drinks you brought with you out of your bag. You open the beverage, taking a long drink from it, feeling the alcohol hit your stomach. You make eye contact with Jeongin across the coffee table and smile at him. He smiles back and you take another long drink, trying to calm your nerves.

“We should play truth or dare.” Hyunjin’s voice spoke up. You and the others nodded, agreeing to play the game.

The game goes pretty smoothly, the boys choosing a variety of truths and dares ranging from ‘what is something you’re keeping secret from your parents’ to ‘I dare you to let someone shave your leg’. And then it was your turn.

“Y/n, truth or dare?” Hyunjin asked.

“Truth,” you responded confidently. Knowing these boys, they’d come up with some god-awful dare if you chose to accept one.

“Alright, do you have a crush on anyone?” You almost choke on your own spit at the question. You hadn’t expected it at all, even though you probably should have. You weighed up in your mind whether or not you should say yes. On one hand, you didn’t want to admit you had a crush on Jeongin, but on the other hand, he’d only asked if you had a crush on anyone, not who you had a crush on. You take a deep breath before answering.

“Yes, I do.” You avoided making eye contact with any of them as you answered, meaning that you missed the flash of hurt in Jeongin’s eyes. It had never crossed his mind that he was your crush, so he assumed you liked someone else.

“Who is it?” Hyunjin continued.

“Nope, only one question per turn,” you countered, not wanting to answer.

The game continues, and before long it’s back to your turn again. You were going to choose dare, deciding you’d rather do whatever cruel dare they come up with, but you had just enough alcohol in your system that you didn’t think before answering when Felix asked you “truth or dare”.

“Truth,” you said, once again.

“Who do you have a crush on?” They were hoping you were brave enough (or drunk enough) to admit it out loud that you liked Jeongin. You had the rule for the game that if someone didn’t want to answer their truth question or do their dare then they could take a drink instead. And you utilised the rule when you finished half of your drink in one go.

“I’m not answering that,” you said, putting your drink down and grabbing another one from your bag. By this point you were on your fourth drink and luckily, you could handle your alcohol. The others had had about the same number of drinks as you, if not a couple more.

“Why don’t we play another game?” Jeongin asked, sensing your discomfort with the question.

“Sure. What should we play?” Jisung faced the younger boy.

“How about hide and seek? This is a decent sized house; it should be fun.”

Once again, everyone nodded in agreement, trying to decide who will ‘seek’ first.

“I’ll do it,” Chan offered, everyone else agreeing. “Seeing as we’re all kinda drunk, I’ll give you all 2 whole minutes to hide.”

Chan remains seated on the couch as you and the others frantically clamber to your feet. You all scatter around the house in search of good hiding spots. Luckily, it doesn’t take you too long to find a closet to hide in.  Unluckily, however, not long after you, Jeongin also clambers into the semi-spacious closet. He doesn’t notice you at first, mostly due to you not saying anything and pushing yourself up against the wall opposite the closet door. A few seconds pass before you do decide to speak up.

“Couldn’t find your own hiding spot?” you said. You can see him physically jump at the sound of your voice, not at all expecting someone else to already be in there.

“Holy shit, y/n. You scared the crap out of me,” he chuckled quietly.

“Sorry,” you laugh along with him. A silence falls between the two of you, not uncomfortable but not necessarily comfortable either.

It’s a few more minutes before either of you decide to break said silence.

“So, why didn’t you want to say who you have a crush on?” You stare blankly at Jeongin for a moment, the question taking you by surprise.

“Um, mostly because they’re my friend and I know that they don’t feel the same way about me as I do about them.” Jeongin nods along to your response before he pauses in thought.

“Wait. None of us really know your other friends, so there’s no harm in telling us. Unless-” he pauses. “Is it one of us? And by us I mean the other guys?” You hadn’t expected him to work it out that quickly. You hadn’t really expected him to work it out at all. But he can tell by the way you turn away from him, as well as the deep blush on your cheeks, that he’s right. He was hoping he was wrong, not wanting you, his crush, to have your own crush on one of his friends.

“Who is it? I promise I won’t tell.” You turn back to him, briefly looking him in the eye before looking down to the ground, shaking your head no.

“Why not? I pinkie promise.” He takes a few steps closer to you, holding out his pinkie. He doesn’t really want to know who it is, so he won’t push you if you truly won’t tell him. He at least wants you to trust him as a friend if you don’t like him. You’re sure that the alcohol flowing through your veins is making you brave, just like you feared it would, but you reach out and link your own pinkie with his.

“Say it.” He smiles at you shyly, admiring how soft your hand is against his. His eyes flicker down from your eyes to your lips for a fraction of a moment, wondering if they’re just as soft as your hands. But you don’t notice the way he admires you face in the low lighting of the closet because you’re still refusing to make eye contact with Jeongin.

“I promise that I won’t tell anyone.”

“And promise that you won’t get upset with me.” Your demand throws him off for a second, confused as to why he would be upset.

“Y/n, why would I get upset-”

“Just promise me.”

“Okay,” he whispers, his heart hammering in his chest. He could barely conceal his happiness that you were trusting him and confiding in him. “I promise.”

“It’s you,” you mumble quietly, somewhat hoping he wouldn’t hear you.

“What?” He couldn’t hide the smile growing on his face even as you still refuse to look at him. “Me? You like me?”

“Please don’t get upset. You promised you wouldn’t.” Your eyes were trained on the way yours and his pinkies were still entwined, waiting for him to pull away from you. But you’re surprised when he doesn’t.

“Please tell me you’re not joking, y/n.” You finally look him in the eye, not expecting his response.

“I mean it.”

Before you can even blink, his hands are cupping your face delicately, as he leans in closer to you. “Can I kiss you?”

You nod slowly, your mind still processing what’s happening. His lips press against yours and it’s everything you’ve every dreamed of. His lips are soft and sweet against yours and the kiss feels like it’s meant to be. It feels like he’s the only person in the world that you should be kissing, and your hands slide up to clasp the back of his neck. You’d never experienced a kiss as perfect as this one with Jeongin. But unfortunately, you are pulled back to reality by the sound of a voice shouting somewhere in the house.

“I give up! Jeongin! Y/n! You guys win! I can’t find you two! Come out and we’ll play something else!” Chan yells out.

You and Jeongin pull away from each other, slightly out of breath.

“We should probably head back to the others then,” you say, not really wanting to leave the closet.

“Yeah, probably.” Jeongin steps back from you, heading towards the closet door. He tries to turn the handle before turning back to face you again.  “Um, the door won’t open.”

You frown slightly in confusion, stepping past him to the door. Sure enough, when you turn the handle, it doesn’t open. “Well then. I guess we’ll just have to stay in here.”

You walk back towards him, a smile on your face. His smile hasn’t left his face since you told him that he was your crush. He reaches his hands out towards you, pulling you closer to him by your waist. “Yeah, I guess we will.”

His grip on you has butterflies erupting in your stomach as you both lean in for another kiss. It’s still just as perfect as the first one. The kiss deepens, but you aren’t sure if you or Jeongin are the culprit. Either way, it doesn’t matter. All that matters to you right now is Jeongin’s lips moving against yours as your hands return to their spot at the back of his neck, your fingers lacing through his soft hair. His hands slowly rub up and down your sides, occasionally stopping to play with the hem of your shirt before continuing on their path along your waist. His hands settle on your hips, his thumbs resting in the waistband of your pants. His hands roam your body again, unable to settle in once place for long. This time, they rub up and down your back, getting lower each time they head south. He gives your ass a small squeeze, resulting in a small gasp from you.

“Sorry, got a little carried away there,” he whispers against your lips, chuckling softly.

“It’s okay. I like it,” you giggle shyly.

“Oh, do you?” he teases. “So, you like it when I do this?”

You let out the quietest of moans when he grips your ass tighter than before, nodding your head in response. The feeling of his hands sends a wave of arousal to your core. His hands return to the hem of your shirt. He fiddles with the fabric, clutching it between his fingers. Your own fingers tug tighter at his hair. He groans at the pull, gripping your shirt tighter. You can tell he’s holding back, not wanting to make you uncomfortable but as much as you appreciate that, you want to get this moving.

You step back from him, and strip off your shirt, watching the way his eyes immediately go to your chest. Your hands reach behind you to unclasp your bra, but he stops you before you can. “May I?” he asks. You nod your head eagerly.

He himself unclasps your bra, tossing the clothing item on the floor alongside your discarded shirt. He groans lowly at the sight of your bare chest, nipples perking up at the cold air hitting them. In mere seconds, Jeongin has your back pressed up against the wall, his lips hungrily devouring your own. One of his hands come up to cup your right breast, rubbing his thumb over your sensitive bud, eliciting a soft moan from you. His lips detach from your own, trailing down under your jaw, down your collarbone, leaving a trail of love bites in his wake. You moan out a bit louder as his warm mouth finds your left bud, sucking on it harshly. He pulls his head away from your chest, looking you in the eye.

“You’ve gotta be quiet. I don’t want the others to hear the pretty sounds you make,” he whispers before his mouth continues its work against your nipple. Jeongin can’t help but feel giddy about the fact that he’s the reason you’re making those sounds, knowing that he’s the one making you feel good. And, hopefully, pretty shortly he’s going to make you feel even better.

Immediately, you bite your lip to quieten yourself, instinctively wanting to do whatever Jeongin tells you to do. Your hands reach out to toy with the hem of his own shirt, wanting him to remove it. Thankfully, he feels the tug of your hands and gets the message, stepping back to remove it before returning to your chest. His ministrations on your body only makes you more aroused, already soaking through your underwear.

“Jeongin, please touch me,” you whimper out, trying to get him to touch you where you needed him most.

“I am touching you, baby.” You relish in the nickname, loving the way it sounds coming from his mouth. “Or do you want me to touch you somewhere else?” Your face heats up in a blush, not wanting to say the words out loud. But you can tell that he won’t do it without you saying it to him.

“Somewhere else,” you reply.

“Where? Here? Or here?” His hands land on different parts of your body, from your waist to your hips to your ass, avoiding where you want him. You whine, too aroused to put up with his teasing.

“Here,” you say, grabbing one of his hands and bringing it to your clothed core. His middle finger begins to circle your clit through your clothes, earning another quiet moan from you. He pulls his hand away, placing his mouth back on yours as he undoes the button and zipper of your pants. He pulls them down your legs before you kick them off the rest of the way, along with your underwear. He pushes himself against you, your back still against the wall.

He rolls his hips against yours slowly, letting out a soft moan of his own at the sensation. You can feel his hardened member through his pants brush against you and it only continues to excite you. His hand snakes down between your bodies and he runs a finger through your slick folds.

“Shit, you’re so wet. And I’ve barely done anything,” Jeongin smirks.

“Please just fuck me already,” you plead, beyond ready to have his dick in you.

“Be patient, y/n. This is our first time together, there’s no need to rush.”

“The other’s will be wondering where we are,” you counter.

“Let them wonder. It’s none of their business.” All concern about the others disappears when he dips a finger into your entrance. He pumps the digit in and out a few times before adding a second, followed swiftly by a third. You dig you head into the crook of his neck, trying desperately to muffle your moans from the stretch he’s providing you.

Once he brings his other hand down to rub your clit while he continues to work his magic inside you, your legs begin to shake from the pleasure.

“Shit- Jeongin, I’m close,” you whimper, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten.

“Come on, baby. Cum for me.” His encouragement is all you need to come undone on his fingers and Jeongin can’t help but watch the way your face contorts in pleasure. “Good girl,” he praises once you come down from your high. You were surprised that you’d managed to stay quiet during your orgasm. You bring one your own hands down between the two of you, palming Jeongin through his pants, eager to make him feel good as well. He pulls his hands away from your pussy, opting instead to quickly remove his own pants.

Once they’re off, along with his own underwear, you can’t help but marvel at his length. You admire how he appears to be just the right size for you, and you reach out to stroke him again. He has to take a deep breath to ground himself when your thumb brushes over his slit.

“Jump,” he orders. You quickly oblige, wrapping your legs around him as he holds you up by your hips. He takes one hand and lines himself up with your entrance, using the wall to help him keep you up.

He pushes into you slowly, sinking into you inch by inch. You think he’s moving so slowly so as not to hurt you, but he’s actually doing so that he doesn’t cum right then and there. You both marvel at how perfectly he fits in you once he bottoms out. He pauses there, allowing you both a moment to catch your breath. You manage to get a hold of yourself, but he still doesn’t move, and you begin to squirm against him.

“Please move,” you whimper, your head falling back against the wall when he does. His thrusts are slow at first, still not wanting to cum too early on. But with all the teasing he was doing to you earlier, he was also getting himself worked up as well.

“Fuck. You feel so good,” Jeongin manages to say, his thrusts beginning to speed up. His lips reattach themselves to your throat, sucking more dark blemishes into the soft skin. You mewl at the added sensation, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten for the second time.

Jeongin can feel his own end coming too, but he’d determined to make you cum again before him. His hand finds your clit once again and he rubs quick circles against it, pushing you over the edge.

“Jeongin, I’m cumming-” You’re cut off by your orgasm washing over you, your body shaking in Jeongin’s hold. And he’s sure it’s a combination of your pussy clenching tightly around him and you moaning out his name that has him finishing with you, his cum shooting into you in hot bursts. His hips continue to roll into yours, riding out both of your highs. He pulls out of you, you both panting in an attempt to catch your breaths. He places you back on the ground, your legs shaky under you. You grab onto his shoulders to hold yourself up and he smiles at you.

He grabs your clothes and passes them to you before grabbing his own and getting redressed. You also get dressed and turn to face him once again. “So, does this mean you’ll be my girlfriend? Or should I take you on a date first?”

You break out into the biggest smile Jeongin has ever seen, giggling at his question. You lean into him, placing a chaste kiss against his lips. “Of course I’ll be your girlfriend, Jeongin. I’d be a bit upset if I wasn’t after this. But we should probably head out to the others now. We’ve kept them waiting long enough.”

Jeongin nods in agreement, following you towards the door. You reach for the handle and pull, forgetting that it wouldn’t open. “Shit, wait. I forgot. We’re stuck in here.”

Jeongin chuckled, reaching past you to turn the lock. “Nah, it was just me. I’d locked the door. You’d said we should go back out, but I didn’t want to yet.”

You turn around to face him, gawking at the gall of him. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” you giggle, playfully swatting him in the arm. He chuckles as you open the door, following you out and back towards the living room. Jeongin admires you as you walk, happy to finally be able to call you his.

#stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids jeongin smut #stray kids i.n smut #skz jeongin smut #skz i.n smut #skz i.n. smut #stray kids i.n. smut

[diaryofabeautyfiend]

* ⚠️ Warnings: A lot of angst. Mentions of sex. A little fluff. People drinking alcohol. ⚠️ This one shot was never meant to be a series. All of your love and appreciation spurred me in to write more. Hope you like this chapter. I cried while I was writing it. Part 5 is the finale.

Plain Gold Ring IV:

You Don’t Know What Love Is

“How could you know how lips hurt

'Till you've kissed and had to pay the cost

Baby, 'till you've flipped your heart and you have lost

You don't know what love is” Nina Simone

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Being on the board of your firm’s charity gala was a huge deal. On top of your normal duties you were in charge of the silent auction. The final auction items had all arrived and you had been busy categorizing everything and preparing for the night that you barely have time to focus on the Andy and Lori situation.

Not that it wasn’t grating on your last nerve. You were so short with everyone at work that it was becoming a problem. Stan had to have a talk with you. You just had to focus and get through this event.

Andy helped as much as he could. He was supportive when you were frustrated and quickly learned when to back off. Sometimes you were up until the wee hours he would literally drag you to bed. He knew how to keep your mind off of work for a while.

You were so busy that you hadn’t even purchased a dress. You and Liz went shopping after work. She was the only person to know about you and Andy.

“What do you think of this one? Think Andy will like it?” You wore a black long sleeved gown with a v that went down to right above your belly button and a slit up to your mid thigh.

“I mean, I’d fuck you.” she deadpanned. This was the dress. You would be comfortable in it all night. You also looked like a powerful bitch who would slit your throat.

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You had to be at the site earlier than the guests so you did your hair and most of your makeup at home. Andy had not seen your dress on purpose. You wanted him to see you when he walked in with Lori. Your petty brain was on overdrive.

“Well you look great” Andy said pointing to your sweats.

“Shush. I’m not putting on my dress and heels until the last second. I pressed your shirt it’s hanging in your closet. I also picked up your tux from the cleaners.”

He slid his arms around you and looked at you in the mirror. “Why are you so good to me?” His hands roamed your body and made contact with your bare skin under your tshirt.

“I am gonna be late.” You swatted his hands away.

“You have four hours. Didn’t you hire party planners?”

“Yes. I still need to get my nails done and set up the auction. You can have your way with me later.”

“But I want to now” he whined. “Please. I’ll be really quick.”

You giggled , “Sounds really fun for me. You know I would never ever miss an opportunity to cum all over your cock…” your face was so close to his your lips were nearly touching. Your hands were on his chest. His were on your hips pulling you closer. “But I have to go. Bye, baby.”

“Tease! You’ll pay for that.” he called after you.

You winked at him as you headed out of the door, “I certainly hope so.”

All Andy could do was laugh. He wished he could spend this evening whisking you around the dance floor. He couldn’t wait to see how beautiful you would look tonight.

In two days you would be on your way to Chicago. The movers were already on the way with your furniture. Your suitcase was in the process of being packed. He hated it. He was taking a long weekend to help you get settled. By Wednesday morning you would have to say goodbye. His heart broke a little every time he thought about it. Every single day he wanted to say he loved you. He was reluctant to ruin what you had knowing there was no way around the inevitable.

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Everything was set. The only thing left was for you to get dressed. You re-sprayed your hair and put on your jewelry. You spritzed Chanel over your wrists neck and cleavage. Last thing was to coat your lips in a matte oxblood to match your nails. You looked sleek and downright terrifying. Just as you planned.

“They just walked in.” Liz whispered from the doorway.

“How does she look?”

“Pretty and appropriate.”

“How do I look?”

“Like a bad bitch. Let’s go.”

You walked out with your shoulders back and your head high. You made sure the gown swished enough to expose your legs and the impossibly high heels you wore. Andy saw you from across the room and stopped dead in his tracks. You looked like you were walking in slow motion. He almost dropped his drink.

You made a b line for Stan and his wife Elaine who were standing directly behind the other couple. He smelled your perfume wafting off of you when you walked by. He almost lost it right there.

“Y/N! What a knockout. Elaine, isn’t she gorgeous?” You kissed his cheek with the side of your mouth careful not to smear your lipstick.

“Christ, Stan. Keep it in your pants. You look beautiful, honey.”

“Thank you, Elaine. So good to see you. Lovely as always.”

“Thank you, dear. Now how is it possible you are here without a date? Stan, you work the poor thing so much she can’t even find a man. That’s why she’s leaving you.”

“And for many other reasons” you joked. You were very much aware that Andy was behind you. “Elaine have you met Andy and Lori Barber?”

You took Lori’s hand and ushered them over. “No, I haven’t. So nice to finally meet you.”

“You get to know each other. I’m going to grab a drink. Can I get anyone anything?” Such a good hostess.

“I’d love a scotch. Elaine wine?” She nodded.

“Andy?”

“You won’t be able to carry all of those drinks. Let me come with you.” Andy patted Lori on the arm. “I’ll be right back.” When you were far enough away he took a long look at you. “How long til I get to rip that dress off of you?”

Your cheeks heated, “You won’t be ripping anything. This dress cost a fortune. It’s far too pretty to ruin especially with panty lines.”

“Fuck. I’m gonna ruin that pussy.”

“Promises promises, Mr. Barber.” He groaned and adjusted his pants.

“Such a tease.”

You delivered the drinks and excused yourself. For the rest of the night Andy only caught glimpses of you. He tried not to make it obvious but Lori could see. Once upon a time he looked at her like that. Except the way he looked at you was a look of complete adoration.

You tried avoiding the Barbers all night. The whole time Andy schmoozed and did his Andy thing, his arm was around her waist. She kept her hand on his chest. They were always finding little ways to touch each other. When he kissed her temple you nearly broke the clipboard you were holding.

Stan stood next to you draining his fourth drink, “You ok there, champ? Sweet couple aren’t they?”

“Yeah. They’re adorable.” You slammed the rest of your Old Fashion.

“Reminds me of me and Katherine . Remember Katherine?”

“Was she your second or third wife? I don’t remember.” Your words were dripping with sarcasm.

“Second. Every time we had one of these things Katherine was on my arm. She was great at this shit. She’d chat it up with the partner’s wives earning me brownie points while I fucked Elaine’s brains out in the John. Know why I married Elaine? She was the best goddamn litigator I’d ever seen. Gets my dick hard every time I think about it. She lit a fire in me that couldn’t be stoked. Kind of like you do for Andy.”

You blanched, “What do you mean?”

“Oh save it. I know you’re fucking. The whole office does. I see how he looks at you. But you can’t see how you look at him. Don’t let the act fool you. He’s stupid for you. Let me keep him for a couple of months before you move him to Chicago ok? He can make us some serious money.” He patted you on the ass and went back to Elaine. She was waiting for him with a big smile that he drunkenly devoured.

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The band started playing. When a slow song came on Lori took Andy’s hand. “Dance with me?”

For possibly the last time he held her. She closed her eyes, rested her head on his shoulder and let him lead her around the dance floor. He wasn’t reciprocating with the same tenderness. His eyes were held on you.

You watched him place his hand on the small of her back. The way he held her hand was a practiced action that he had perfected over sixteen years. When he let himself get lost for just a moment he was overcome with grief for himself and Lori. He pressed a kiss to her lips. Her heart fluttered and she kissed him back. You rushed out of the room when you saw them.

Lori felt her husband’s body stiffen. His hold on her loosened. It felt like he was forcing his body to stay with her. She understood why his mood shifted when she saw you leaving. She looked up at him. His eyebrows were knitted together with worry.

“How long have you been sleeping with her?” she asked quietly.

“A month. Maybe longer.” He couldn’t look at her. Couldn’t lie.

“So basically since you left.”

“My second day there. Lori, I’m so sorry. It just happened. I wasn’t looking for anything.”

“No, but you were open to something happening. Does everyone here know? Of course they do. I’m so humiliated. I think I’d like to go home.”

“I’ll get the car.”

“No. I can get myself home. This night is too important for you to leave early.”

“Lori…”

“I don’t want to be around you right now, Andy. I can’t.” She let go of his hand and left. She carried herself with poise and dignity but inside she was dying.

You were nowhere to be found. He spotted Liz who was chatting with some friends. “Where is she?”

“Auctions over. She left.”

“Shit. Thanks.”

“Andy, be gentle with her. Idiots.”

He ran to the valet and jumped in his car to race home. When he got out he noticed a suit case in the back of your car. The elevator was taking forever. He took the stairs two at a time to reach you before you got away.

He heard your heels clacking on the hardwood. Clothes were everywhere. “Y/N?”

“Bedroom.” You were still in your pretty dress. Still all made up throwing things in another suitcase.

“Going somewhere?”

“Hotel.”

“Mind telling me why?” His voice was hoarse like he had been screaming.

“The way you held her…you kissed her.” He grabbed your hands to make you look at him but you yanked them away. “This was stupid. I should have never gotten involved with you in the first place. Married men never leave. Please get out of my way, Andy. I have to go.”

“You think this was a mistake?” Slow tears rolled down his face. He undid his bow tie and sat down. “I don’t. I’m glad we met.”

“Why? Because I feel like my heart has been ripped from my chest. So why are you glad?”

“Because you reminded me what it felt like to be cared for. To feel loved. You showed me what I had been missing for a long time now.”

“Happy to have helped.” You continued emptying drawers.

“Please stop packing. Please.” You wouldn’t look at him. He tried grabbing you several times but you moved beyond his reach. “Damn it! Why? Why do you always run when things get hard?”

“I’m not running.”

“No? So Chicago just came up? Or did you put out your resume the second you heard I got the job you wanted?”

Your cheeks heated. “You know how this business works. If I got passed over this time, they’ll keep doing it.”

“Right. And tonight? The second things get weird you run.”

“You kissed her!” You were trying not to cry.

“I know. I was sad. We’ve been Andy and Lori for the majority of our lives. Tonight felt so final. I know we’ll always have Jacob but, there is nothing else there. Please. I am so in love with you. Please.” He dropped to his knees and hugged you tight around your waist.

“Andy, you have to let me go.” He pressed his face into your stomach and broke down. “Andy? Sweetie? Come on. Let go.”

“Tell me you don’t love me and I’ll let you walk out of that door. I’ll never contact you again. But I know you do.”

“Stop….”

“Aren’t you tired of running?” You were tired. You ran away from your family, former lovers, dead end jobs. You wanted to finally be settled. Leave with a clean break. There was nothing clean about this. If you said you loved him there was no going back. This would be at least three years of a long distance relationship because he won’t leave Jacob. You didn’t want him to leave his son. This would be you exhibiting a level of trust you weren’t sure you had. He fell in love with you so fast. In your absence, what would stop him from falling for someone else? You were so weak when it came to Andy. Fucking perfect at everything Andy fucking Barber. Why couldn’t you shake him? Why couldn’t you just walk away like you have been trying to do since the first time you had sex?

BECAUSE WE LOVE HIM YOU DUMB TWAT. Your brain screamed. You couldn’t make your mouth work. You ran your fingers through his hair, “I love you, Andy.”

He pulled you down onto the floor and kissed you with abandon. “Say that again.” he whispered against your mouth.

“I love you. I love you. God help me, I love you.” A smile was plastered on his face for the rest of the night. Packing could wait.

#andy barber smut #andy barber x y/n #andy barber angst #andy barber #defending jacob

[javajunkieao3]

Being Alive: Beth/Benny Fanfic

It’s six months after Russia and nearly that long since her last drink.  All those months ago, sitting across Borgov with her face tilted up to the paneled ceiling, she learned that she didn't need alcohol to quiet her mind.  The chess board still appeared, the pieces moving with a grace that Beth still hadn’t witnessed elsewhere.  But, it didn't mean she didn’t want the drink, and Beth had bore witness to a casual alcoholic for enough years to understand that both the need and want weren’t pre-requisites to addiction.  Because while she didn’t need a drink, she also knew that once she started she wouldn’t be able to stop.

She’s at the US Open Chess Championship in Chicago and she keeps walking past the bar, her pacing taking her steps closer to the wooden counter with each pass.  It was all because of damn Gorsky.  He was new.  An up and comer out of Bloomington, Indiana and he almost beat her.  She faced off against the giants in Russia, and yet somehow, this Midwest nobody threw her.  Dimly, somewhere between her fourth and fifth pass in front of the bar, she reminds herself that she had once been that nobody, but she quickly dismisses the thought.

At her sixth pass, she almost gives in, her mouth already anticipating the heady combination of the gin and vermouth tempered by a refined pearl onion (Mrs. Wheatley had been right about that part), but then a young girl recognizes her and asks for her autograph.  The girl holds out an old copy of Life magazine with Beth’s face on the cover.  The magazine was about two years old, and Beth thinks about how this girl must have seen the Open was taking place in the city and made a special trip just for her to sign the magazine.  Her face burns with shame as she recalls the one to three Gibsons she had been on her way to consume, and she makes a point to strike up a conversation with the young girl, trying to replace her guilt with a good deed.

When she's finished, she heads back up to her room, but she can already picture the room service menu and she can feel her finger moving the heavy dial of the rotary phone, and so she makes a detour, ending up at his room.  She doesn't know if he’ll be there, but he answers after one knock.  He’s shirtless, his striped pajama pants slung low on his hips, but it’s nothing she hasn't seen before.

“Hi Benny.”

“Beth Harmon, to what do I owe this honor?”

The tone of his voice reminds her of the distance between them.  While he helped her in Russia, she was well aware there was still damage between them to be repaired, but all the calls she meant to make didn’t happen, and then her phone didn’t ring, either.  She hasn’t seen him since before Russia.

“Can I come in?”

“If you’re here to take more of my money with speed chess, you’ll be disappointed.”

Attempting levity, she says, “Does that mean you got better, or we’re not playing?”

He smiles slightly and steps back to let her in.  Behind her, he flips open a suitcase and she turns around just as he’s pulling a worn grey t-shirt over his head.  “So, what are you doing here?”

She doesn’t answer, suddenly feeling foolish for going to him at all, and he says, “It’s Gorsky, isn’t it?”

“I still beat him,” she returns sharply.

“Yeah, well, you almost didn’t.”

She bites the inside of her cheek hard enough to draw blood and sits on the edge of the bed.  

“Do you want something to drink?”  Benny asks, and while she knows he doesn't mean alcohol, she says, “I want a Gibson.  I might as well, right?  You warned me that if I kept drinking like I was, I’d end up washed up by my twenties.  But, it looks like that may be happening, anyway.”

“Beth, you’re not washed up.”

“I didn’t see the move, Benny.”  

She had gone through various phases while analyzing the game previously.  Anger.  Blame.  But now, she is just tired.  She considers excusing herself to go back to her room, but if she were being honest with herself, she doesn’t trust herself alone.

“Sometimes you don’t, but then you’ll see it the next game.  Just because you’re good doesn’t mean you’re infallible.”

"I shouldn’t be this thrown by it.  I beat Luchenko, Borgov.  I beat you.”

“Thanks for the reminder,” he returns drily.

She rubs at her eyes irritably and when she opens them again, he’s walked toward her and he sits on the bed next to her.  There is still a sizable distance between them, but she takes comfort in the way the mattress dips.  It makes her feel less alone.

“You are not washed up,” Benny says for the second time that night.  “But, you’re going to have games you lose.  It doesn’t make you any less of a player.”  Beth scoffs at that and he continues with, “Did beating Borgov make you think any less of him?”  

“No,” she admits.  She looks over at him, “And it didn’t make me think any less of you.  Although, you could improve your endgame.”

Benny smiles slightly.  “I’m going to choose to ignore that last part.”

Beth looks down at her shoes.  “I came here because I wanted a drink.”

Benny is quiet for a moment.  “Do you still want one?”

“Yes,” she answers immediately.  “But it’ll pass.”  She looks over at him, her nerves pulled tight, and asks, “Can I-”

“Yes,” he says.  “You can stay here.  As long as you need.”

They order room service - burgers with extra pickles for him and cheese for her - and she tells him she’ll be going back to her room soon, but that doesn't happen.  Instead, they play a few games of chess and then she stretches out on the bed, ignoring his offer for her to change into one of his oversized shirts to sleep in, and he settles in the bed next to her.  He shuts off the light, and she turns onto her back.  The darkness emboldens her to say what she had never been brave enough to tell him in the light.

“I didn't choose drinking over you.”

He doesn’t answer for a long moment, and when he does his voice is gravelly.  “It sure seemed like you did.”

“I chose being numb.”

“Is that supposed to make it better?”

“No,” she says honestly.  “But, it’s the truth.”  Staring up at the blank ceiling she says, “When my mother killed herself, she told me to close my eyes.  I think, in  some way, I’ve been trying to do that ever since.”

She hears the rustle of his hair against the pillow as he turns his head to look at her.  “Shit, Beth-”

“But, I don’t want to be numb anymore.  I don’t want to close my eyes.”  She turns her face toward him.  In the pitch darkness of the room, she can just make out the outline of his face, but his eyes gleam bright.  

“I’m sorry that I hurt you,” she says.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t go with you to Russia.”

“You were still there when I needed you,” Beth returns, recalling the immense sense of relief when she heard his voice on the phone.  

“I couldn’t pass up an opportunity to beat the Russians.”

His voice is light and teasing, like it used to be, and she doesn’t know what to say next, but then he reaches forward and smooths her hair away from her face.  Without hesitation, she reaches up and grabs his hand, keeping it pressed against her cheek.  She doesn’t know if she leans in first, or him, but they meet in the middle, the kiss gentle and unhurried.  Her body yearns for more, but then he pulls away, pressing a kiss on her forehead as he says, “We should get some sleep.  We both have games at seven tomorrow.”

She knows that he’s right, because he’s an addiction in his own way, and if they started something she knew they would get little sleep. She turns on her side, her mind wonderfully blank as he blanketed her body with his.  She falls asleep within minutes.

The next morning, the twins catch Beth leaving Benny’s room to change for the day, and one of them does a low whistle while Beth jauntily responds with her middle finger.  She changes into one of her favorite dresses, a checkered number with a high neckline that dipped to a lower “v” in the back, and she proceeds to win all of her games, even achieving a new personal record for time.  Benny does the same, and then it’s just the two of them, facing off at the top table.  There’s a break before and he presses her against a wall in a back hallway, his mouth against hers.

“If you’re trying to distract me, it won’t work,” she says, fingers caught up in his hair.

“Don’t worry, I know better than that.”

Fifteen minutes later, they are seated opposite each other, attention finely tuned to the action on the board.  Benny has improved since Beth last played him, but then again, so has she.  Both of them nearly run out their clocks, but in the end, it is Benny who extends his hand across the board.  She knows how much he hates to lose, but there is not a trace of ill will on his face when she shakes his hand.  Instead, there is admiration, respect, and something else that she is hesitant to name.

Afterwards, they go directly to her room, and they don’t even make it to fully undressed before she takes him in, breathing a sigh of relief against his neck.  When they are finished, his fingers languidly run along her side and he says, “You should come to New York.”

“I can’t,” she says, looking up at him.  “I’m coaching at one of the high schools and they have a major tournament next week” 

“Okay,” he says.  “Then what if I come to Kentucky?”

While this isn’t exactly a surprise, it still thrills her to hear him say it.  “Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

“Okay,” she says, trying to keep an impending wide grin at bay.  She runs her hand along his chest and Innocently says, “I think I have an air mattress in the closet.” 

#the queen's gambit #fanfiction #Benny Watts #Beth Harmon #Beth Harmon x Benny Watts

[peterxwade24]

Safety Found in Red Sleeves

This is something I’ve been planning for a long time and I hope you all enjoy this story.

Also, what do you think of title of the fic? Should I change the title or is it good?

Prologue

Thana, all of two years old and already so smart, laid awake at night, every night, listening to her mother pry open her bedroom window and slip out into the night. Thana, a spry little slip of a girl, would lie awake all night waiting for her mother to come home.

Thana took several naps during the day, knowing she’d need to be awake to listen for her mom.

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Thana, all of three years old, stared up into the blue eyes of the man her mother claimed was her father. She took in his features, seeing only slight similarities between his face and her own. She saw her mother’s tense form hanging in the doorway, observing the interaction. She focused all of her attention on the man, Tetch. She narrowed her eyes and straightened her shoulders. “I don’t like you and I don’t like what you’ve been doing to my mom.”

Tetch’s face broke out in a face-splitting grin. “She’s definitely mine. Oh my dearest Alice,” he turned his attention to Thana's mother and made to take a step towards her but was stopped by Thana, “she’s just like you but just like me.”

Thana stared at the blue eyed man and continued to glare at him. “No I’m not. I’m my own person.”

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Thana, a few months past her third birthday, refused to let the tears fall over her rapidly bruising cheek. She held her head high, feeling blood trickle down over her lips, as she bared her teeth to the man who called himself her father. “You can hit me as many times as you want, you will not break my spirit. You will not make me into one of your Alices.”

Jervis Tetch’s face split into a manic grin. “Perfect.” His voice was full of a dark glee and would have sent shivers down Thana’s spine if she hadn’t already desensitized herself to his particular brand of dark glee.

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Thana, a few months shy of four years old, stood behind their apartment’s door her hand still raised to wave her mother off. Thana felt Tetch’s hand land on her shoulder, his grip tightening to an almost bruising hold.

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Thana, barely four years old, picked up her mother’s cell phone in her shaky, blood covered hands. She dialled the number for the GCPD and waited anxiously for someone to pick up the phone.

“Gotham City Police Department. This is Stacy. How may I direct your call?”

“My mommy’s dead. I don’t know, I didn’t know who else to call?”

“Oh sweetheart. Give me one second. Can you stay on the line while I connect your call to one of our detectives?”

Thana nodded before remembering that she was on the phone. “Yes ma’am.” Thana waited all of maybe a minute before a second voice sounded from the phone.

“Hi. I’m Detective Donald Peak. Can you tell me your name?���

“My mommy’s dead. Can you help?”

“Sweetheart, what’s your address?”

Thana rattled off her address, something her mother had made her memorize in case of any situation.

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Thana, a month past her fourth birthday, packed her belongings into a backpack she found in the back of her mother’s closet before she climbed out of her bedroom window. She clung to the side of her building as she slid her window closed before looking down at the alley under her feet.

Thana let go of the building and successfully landed in the, thankfully, full dumpster that had, conveniently, been left open. She scrambled out of the dumpster and flung herself at the pavement beside the dumpster. Thana glanced back up at her bedroom, remembering all of the days she spent playing with her mother in her bedroom, before she turned around and dashed into the night.

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Thana, eyes wide to what goes on in the world, knew there was someone following her as she ducked in and out of alleyways. Thana shrunk back into the shadows and waited for him to get close enough for her to control the situation.

The boy, because he couldn’t be too much older than she was, ducked into the alleyway she was hiding in and walked right in front of her. She stuck out one of her legs and tripped him, because he hadn’t been expecting it.

“Why have you been following me?” Thana planted her foot in the middle of his chest, fully aware that he could break out of her hold.

“You’re so small. How old are you?” He looked up at her with his eyes searching her face in the limited light streaming into the alley from an oddly placed window.

“Why. Have You. Been. Following. Me?” Thana growled out before her body froze and she hauled the boy to his feet and pushed him back into the shadows. Thana turned to glare at the boy when he made a noise.

“Oh Alice! My little Alice! Come out come out wherever you are! Daddy wants to play!” Tetch’s voice bounced around the alley, causing Thana to sink back deeper into the shadows, and unconsciously into the boy’s arms. “Wherever did my little Alice run off to?!”

Thana waited until she couldn’t hear his voice anymore before she grabbed the boy’s hand and ran out of the alley in the opposite direction that Tetch had walked in.

They ran the length of three city blocks before Thana turned and dragged them into a different alley.

Thana slumped against a wall beside a dumpster, pulling her knees up to her chest and forgetting the boy was there for a moment, until he opened his mouth.

“Your name is Alice?” The boy asked as he crouched in front of Thana. “And Mad Hatter is your dad?”

“My name is Thana, and Jervis Tetch is just the man who knocked up my mother.”

---

The boy, who Thana learned was named Jason, stuck around and helped her with her homework. He even shared his last name with her, Todd, and said he was okay with her using it as her own.

Thana walked the streets of Gotham unafraid with her brother at her side.

---

Thana smiled up at her big brother, happier than she’d been in a long time. She wrapped her arms around him, feeling him wrap his own arms, encased in the red sleeves of his hoodie, around her in return.

“I love you Jay-Jay.”

“I love you too Pixie.” Jason smiled and pulled back from his sister. He pulled out a bag from some hidey-hole and his smile grew as he handed the bag to his sister.

“Is this?” Thana opened the bag and looked up at her brother with tear-filled eyes. She gently lifted the red hoodie out of the bag and pressed it against her chest. “Jay-Jay?”

“Surprise.”

---

Thana walked out of the elementary building late one night, and was surprised when she didn’t find her brother. She simply shrugged, he had been missing the day before too, but startled when a boy in a cape landed beside her.

“A little birdie told me that you would need my assistance.”

She smiled and nodded. “Yeah, my brother usually walks with me but I’m not sure where he- you’re not Robin. Who’re you?”

The boy in the cape awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck with his green glove covered hand. “I’m Robin, just not the original. He decided to go out on his own.” He held out his hand and in the faint star light exposed the red sleeves covering his arms.

Thana looked from the red sleeves up into the face of the boy in th- Robin. “Jay-Jay?”

Robin’s eyes widened and he quickly looked around. “Pixie. You’re not supposed to be able to tell who I am.”

Thana smiled and wrapped her arm around his waist. “Only Jay-Jay knows that I trust people in red sleeves more willingly than people in sleeves of any other colour.”

---

Thana screamed and cried, punching and kicking the adults dragging her away from her brother.

“We’ve found a relative of your mother’s! Isn’t that exciting?!” The lady was overly cheerful, ignoring the heart-wrenching sobs pouring out of Thana’s tiny body.

“No! I want to stay with my brother!”

---

Thana stared up at the Asain woman who had introduced herself as Sabine Cheng, a cousin of her mother.

“My husband, Tom, and I run a bakery in Paris. We’d like you to come live with us. We’d like to take care of you.”

“I don’t get an option here, do I?” Thana looked from the Asain woman to her husband, a large man with a mustache. “Why’d you even drag me down here if you weren’t going to give me an option?”

---

Thana, now called Marinette by her French family, adjusted the straps on her book bag as she looked at herself in the mirror. Thana, dressed in clothes her new parents approved of, tried to smile. “Hi. My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng.” Thana let the false smile fall from her face and shook out of her hands.

Thana walked down the stairs, a smile on her face to appease her new parents, and grabbed the box of macarons Tom made so she could impress her new classmates. “Thanks.”

Thana walked out of the bakery, the box of macarons held in her arms like a precious package. She walked to the school and counted the sidewalk blocks as she walked. She let out a breath as she reached the entrance of the l’école élémentaire Tom and Sabine had enrolled her in.

Thana’s first impression of the school was that it was too big and scary. Her second impression of the school was that she was terrified that she was starting a new school and her brother wasn’t at her side.

“My name is Marinette now. I need to stop referring to myself as Thana.” Marinette thought to herself as she walked into the courtyard. She glanced around the courtyard, saw all of the kids, and felt her fear return full force. She gathered up her courage and walked into the courtyard and instantly felt all of the students’ eyes on her.

Marinette let it wash over her, pushing her fear back as far as it will go, and straightened her shoulders. She strode through the courtyard and into the building, hoping to find the principal’s office without having to ask anyone.

Marinette strode into the principal’s office and smiled at the man. “Hello. I’m Marinette Dupain-Cheng. I believe my parents Tom Dupain and Sabine Cheng called you and enrolled me in your school?”

---

Marinette didn’t make a lot of friends while enrolled in the l’école élémentaire, but the ones she did make were ones she was planning on keeping.

The first friend she made was a boy named Lê Chiến Kim. She only befriended him because he wore red sleeves and reminded her of her big brother.

The second friend was a boy named Nino Lahiffe. He played music that reminded her of home, the street music in Gotham was very similar to the music Nino played.

The third, and final, friend she made was a girl named Chloé Bourgeois. Chloé reminded Marinette of Robin, her brother’s alter ego, with the way she commanded respect.

---

The four ten year olds pushed through the glares directed at them by the other students, they didn’t care. They had each other and that was enough.

---

Marinette’s eleventh birthday came and went, and for the second year in a row she didn’t receive anything from her brother in Gotham. She put a smile on her face for the sake of her new parents and her new friends, despite the fact that she felt like she was dying.

---

Marinette had just turned thirteen, Jay-Jay was sixteen, and she searched the internet looking for anything that would let her know what her brother had been up to. Marinette shut down when the biggest trending news story was the death of “Billionaire Bruce Wayne’s sixteen year old son”, no one could get her out of her depressive state.

---

Chloé, Nino and Kim helped Marinette through it all, the arrival of Lila Rossi and the appearance of tiny gods called Kwamis.

It was the strength of that friendship which allowed the four of them to succeed in everything they set their minds to, the strength of the love they shared that allowed them to tackle any situation in front of them.

Taglist

@southamericangothamite @maribat-is-lifeblood @mystery-5-5 @our-preciousss

#new fic #Safety Found in Red Sleeves #mlb crossover #ml x dc #ml crossover #mlb x dc #gothamite!Marinette #platonic sibling jasonette #Chloé + Nino + Kim + Marinette are really good friends

[fbfh]

glowing - leo x reader

genre: fluffy mutual pining w quick (cute) resolution

word count: 1.6k

au: none??

pairing: Leo x Daughter of Apollo

requested: hell ye!! hope you enjoy it xo 

warnings: none?? yr half sibs n nico are all protective over you but nothing unhealthy lol

summary: You and Leo have been crushing on each other and cockblocked by your siblings for too long, so you decide to take matters into your own hands. 

reccomended songs: sunshine - atlas, musetta’s waltz - moonstruck soundtrack

a/n: not super edited but what’s new lol  i just forgot how to spell edit for a hot second lmao

requests r open babes xo

Between your siblings being ready to maul someone with arrows (and bad music) at a moment’s notice, and Nico - honorary brother and the Apollo cabin’s unofficial bodyguard, dating is… tricky. Even your uncoordinated eight year old half brother Kevin has offered to bang on a guitar and scream, making everyone’s ears bleed. A few weeks ago, an Ares kid made your little sister Sophie cry, and Nico found out. The entire Ares cabin spent two weeks getting all the skeletons out of their closets. Literally. More human bones would appear every time they cleared some out, rattling unsettlingly. People generally don’t mess with you, or other Apollo kids, which you usually don’t mind. You wouldn’t even give it a second thought.

But you did give it a second thought. And a third. And a fourth. And several others. All of them centered around Leo Valdez. You’ve been admiring him from afar for weeks. You didn’t know why his friends were so hard on him at times. You got the vibe that if he started dating someone, his friends would give him the ‘hurt them and we’ll kill you’ speech instead of the other way around. 

At first simply observing was cathartic, seeing him fix swords and laugh with his friends, but as time went on, it just became frustrating. You just want something to happen, you want to make him as happy as he makes you. The most frustrating part was that there had been so many missed opportunities. There was the time two weeks ago when you were flirting after picking up your harp bow from getting a few touch ups, the time after that you two lost track of time and watched the sunset on the docks, and just days ago when you stayed up late talking in Bunker 9 when neither of you could sleep. 

Every single time, one of your siblings either scared him off or dragged you away before you could leave. Most recently, it was Will and Nico. You could swear Nico was muttering to Will, something along the lines of “what is it with that guy and going after my little sisters?”  This wasn’t surprising, since they got together, the whole cabin has made Nico feel really welcome, resulting in him treating you all like sibling-figures. 

You shake your head, trying to focus on the sparring practice that starts in a few minutes. Camp Half Blood and Camp Jupiter are arranging the first inter-camp capture the flag match, and everyone’s really excited. And training like crazy. If it goes well, it might happen as frequently as once a month, but you have to get through this one, first. Most of the extra time at camp has been spent practicing sparring, battle strategy, and other tactics. Campers were encouraged to watch other fights closely, try to spot defensive weaknesses, and study technique. Right now, Leo and Jason are demonstrating some method of something or other. You’re watching Leo fight, and you’re just… awestruck. You don't even know what to do with yourself. He's agile and light on his feet, and he moves almost like a cat. His muscles flex as he strikes, and your heart lurches. It looks like he's losing. All of a sudden he smirks, and shoots out a blast of flame, sending Jason stumbling back. Campers applaud at the successful win, and he jokingly bows. 

"Thank you, thank you… I'm amazing, I know-" Jason shoves him jokingly, and clears his throat for the crowd's attention, while Leo gets a glass of water. 

"Okay guys, pair up to practice sparring. Don't be afraid to spar with someone new, the more fighting styles you know the better…" you turn towards the water cooler.  Watching him now, you could swear he's all god. He has a gold halo in the late afternoon sunshine, and a drop of water trickles down his face onto his neck. You make a small strangled noise and know this has gone far enough. You need to do something about this crush before it kills you. You walk over to him, and before you can chicken out, ask, “Hey Leo, want to spar?” He almost chokes on his water. He agrees, seeming pleasantly surprised that you asked him. You pull out your harp bow and he pulls out a large, flat hammer. 

‘Good for offense and defense,’ you think, ‘he’s smarter than he looks…’ 

You start off slowly, getting a feel for each other, and your fighting styles. You spar for hours, and end up tied for wins and losing track of time. He gets you off balance with a fancy move, and next thing you know, there’s a nail gun at your neck. 

“I win,” he pants, smirking. Your cheeks flush.

“Can you- show me how to do that?” you say, catching your breath. He agrees, and walks behind you, hands on yours. He shows you how to shift your weight, causing your opponent to lose theirs. His right hand moves to your thigh, readjusting your alignment. 

“...Keeping your center of gravity low,” he breathes, his lips dangerously close to your ear, “so you won’t fall.” Neither of you move away yet. You turn your face towards his, eyes on the ground.

“Can you… show me again…” you breathe. A smile twitches at his lips. He leans in, and-

“Apollo cabin, inspection time!” You jump away from each other.

“All Apollo campers back to cabin seven asap!” you flinch at your brother’s voice, which you know is directed at you. You sigh, turn towards him, and yell back, “I’m coming, just finishing this sparring match!” You see him retreat and turn back to Leo. Before he knows it, you have him pinned to the ground. 

“Gotcha,” you say with a smirk of your own. You lean further down, and whisper, “Meet me at the docks at midnight.” You pull away, and jog off toward your cabin, leaving Leo flustered and excited. 

Later that night when you finally reach the docks, Leo’s already there. “Hi,” he says when he sees you, “I know I’m a little bit early I just… got nervous…” You giggle and reassure him.

“I just hope I didn’t keep you waiting for too long,” 

“Don’t worry,” he replies, “it was worth the wait.” You blush. He looks around, and you realize he’s nervous.

“Don’t worry about the cleaning harpies,” you comfort him, “I left them some muddy armor to distract them, we should be good for a while,” you both laugh a little, and you realize he’s staring at you. You look at him inquisitively, a smile playing at your lips and a blush creeping up your cheeks.

“What?”

"You're glowing," he breathes the words softly, amazed by your presence. You look down at your arms, and blush. Your cheeks turn a soft, fluorescent shade of rose. Bioluminescence was a very rare, pretty useless power that some children of Apollo could have. It did, however, allow you to act as a nightlight for your cabin, which everyone (older kids included) enjoyed. No one in your cabin did well in the dark, so everyone slept a little better since you'd been claimed. 

“You are glowing, right? It’s not just me?” he asks, half joking. 

“Yeah, no,” you confirm, snapping out of your thoughts, “that’s a… thing that happens sometimes. It’s saved me a lot of bruised shins in the middle of the night.” As you both laugh, you decide enough is enough. 

“So, I’m taking the fact that you showed up here at all a good sign,” you say, knowing you have to start somewhere, “I don’t really know how to say this, so I’m just going to say it.” Your adrenaline is racing. Your limbs are tingly, and your heart is beating so fast. You know you have his full attention, which makes all of that worse. It’s now or never, you remind yourself, and I’m choosing now.

“I have a huge crush on you.” Visible surprise and excitement is all over his face and body language, and an involuntary smile starts on his mouth. You continue, partially aware that you’re nervous rambling at this point.

“I was hoping you might say it first, but my siblings and Nico are so intimidating and I was like forget that, I’m seizing the day, and…”

“And?” he asks, in a breathless smile.

“And… do you-”

“I like you too. A lot - just ask my friends, I never shut up about you-” You can’t hold back a giggle as you place your hands on his face and pull him in for a kiss. He’s stunned for a second before he kisses you back, gently resting his hands on your arms. You smile into the kiss, which makes him smile, and-

“What the hell, Valdez?!” 

You jump, pulling apart from him. 

“Will! What are you-” before you can finish the thought, darkness pools at his feet and suddenly Nico is standing in front of him. He greets Will with a mushy pet name and leans in to kiss him, but Will stops him before he can and clears his throat. 

“Wha-” Nico turns his head, “...oh…” 

You laugh in disbelief. Mr. High And Mighty was here for the exact same reason you were. You smile fades as you realize that even though you have dirt on him, he still has dirt on you. 

“You know,” you say, reaching for Leo’s hand, “I don’t know if I saw you here, or what…” 

Will wraps an arm around Nico, and starts in the opposite direction. “Funny, I don’t remember seeing you either,” he shrugs.

“Right,” you reply. 

“Right.”

You both drag your respective boyfriends in opposite, more private directions. Suffice it to say, there was a lot more kissing that night - and no more interruptions.

#leo valdez x reader #hoo x reader #leo valdez imagine #heroes of olympus x reader #Heroes of Olympus

[ayellowcurtain]

Could you do something sweet and soft where lucas had a bad day and eliott wants to spoil him so he makes him a nice romantic dinner?

Lucas tries to read the same sentence for the fourth or fifth time, his eyes always wandering to his left, the locked bedroom door. He looks around at the messy floor that he can barely see, mostly covered with all his and Eliott’s dirty clothes. He needs a break and he can't leave so he stands on the bed and jumps down, grabbing all the dirty clothes, pulling the basket from inside their closet, putting all their clothes inside to take to the laundry once he's free.

It's been over an hour and Eliott knows Lucas is not patient. Locking him inside one small room can only make him even less patient. But it's a fuzzy, feel-good type of anxiety this time.

It's not like Eliott locked him inside to have a fight later. He's planning something and if Lucas knows his boyfriend even a little bit, it's probably something big and extreme and so romantic and cheesy. And Lucas will love every second of it because Eliott is the one who made it.

Lucas laughs at himself for being so disgustingly in love after years of dating, the feeling exactly the same as it was when they met for the first time. It's easier now with no Chlóe or Lucille in the middle.

After cleaning up the floor, Lucas looks around, he makes their bed - doesn't change the sheets because it might need an actual change later, hopefully - but makes their bed all pretty and comfortable, even caring enough to put the extra pillows they keep inside the closet on top of their normal ones to make it look like they're in a fancy hotel.

Eliott left all his sketchbooks open in the small table they have set up in front of the bed, right under the window. It was a nightmare when they bought the table but Lucas thought it would be better to have a proper place for Eliott to draw whenever he wakes up a little too early and wants to keep himself busy.

He can't lie, Lucas loves when he wakes up to find a shirtless Eliott sitting on his chair, his pale skin still marked with wrinkles of their mattress and pillows. Eliott will always sense when he's waking up and he'll always look back over his shoulder and smile at Lucas. And Lucas will always ask him to come back to bed just for a quick good morning kiss before Lucas can leave him alone with his sketches while Lucas gets up to make them some breakfast.

Lucas closes the sketchbooks carefully and puts them in a pile on the windowsill, putting the pens and pencils inside the vintage cup Eliott bought over a year ago to organize his day-to-day favorite pencils. He cleans the table and puts the sketchbooks back in the middle.

He looks at the door again and whines, leaning against it to see if he can hear anything coming from the outside world.

“Eli?” He asks, almost shouts to make sure he's heard wherever Eliott is in the apartment.

“Yes?” Eliott answers after a second and Lucas rolls his eyes, feeling the smile in his voice. Lucas wants to punch him while kissing his whole face.

“Let me out…” He tries to use his softest voice and not laugh because he's the only one in the room, extremely aware of how stupid he sounds. Eliott would think it's cute but when he's alone, Lucas feels so dumb doing it.

“Wait a little more. Five more minutes. Ten if I run late.” Lucas carefully turns the door knob but it's still locked but he can still see the shadow under the door and by the way he can clearly hear Eliott this time, he's sure his boyfriend is just on the other side of the door.

“Five minutes it's a lot.”

“You should be studying. This is supposed to be a little something just to make you relax. So go study, Lucas!”

Lucas grunts, resting his forehead against the door before turning himself around to go back to his books still open on his pillow.

“Five minutes, Eliott! I'll put a timer on you.”

“Yes, sir!”

Lucas waits until the shadow under the door is gone and he sits down, trying to go back to that one line he was struggling with before. He has to finish this homework in the next five minutes too because there's no way he'll find the will to go back to it later or before tomorrow's class. Yann will kill him if he asks again to use his homework as a guide because he's done that a little too much. Yann keeps asking when their honeymoon phase will be over.

When Lucas puts all his mind to work in his books and before he can feel anxious again, he hears the door being unlocked and Eliott's head appears inside with a coy smile on his perfect lips.

“You ready?”

“Fuck yes!” Lucas slams his book closed and jumps to the floor again, waiting for Eliott to step back and open the door so he can go.

“I hope you like it, baby. It's just a little something.”

Lucas smiles, pressing his lips against Eliott's, smiling against his lips, “I'm sure it's something so far from little. Come on, let me out!”

He whines and pushes Eliott back and he finally opens the door completely. The very yellow hue is the first thing he notices, unable to unseen it because everything is so warm and yellow it feels like they're inside one of those pompous movies Eliott loves so much.

Lucas walks down the hall and notices the fairy lights all wrapped around their side lamps on the living room, going over their books on the shelf on top of their fireplace that doesn't work well, over their couch and wrapping every bowl on their island, a bunch of japanese food Eliott must have ordered for them. There are some candles on the coffee table and on the island and kitchen counter too.

It's not a special date, Lucas confirmed that over and over again on his calendar while he was waiting and it makes all of this extra special. Eliott didn't have to do all of this. The curtains are closed and there's a bouquet on the couch with a card in between the flowers.

“I was thinking about the days that I spent in the flat with you and I briefly remembered that you bought me flowers once and I never returned the favor or thanked you for those, so…”

“You didn't have to…” Lucas whispers as he feels Eliott hugging him from behind, his chin on Lucas’ shoulder.

“I wanted to. Thank you, my love, for the flowers. Sorry for being an asshole.”

“You're lucky you're an asshole and a cutie in the same ratio.” Lucas smiles and Eliott kisses his cheek over and over again.

“Lucky me.”

“Lucky us.” Lucas moves his head to the side so he can see Eliott better, “Thank you for tonight.”

“I hope you're hungry. Hopefully we can watch a movie after dinner.” Eliott lifts his eyebrows and Lucas imitates him, nodding his head while brushing their lips together again.

“We can definitely watch a movie after dinner.”

#skam france #lucas lallemant #eliott demaury #elu #elu fic #skamfr

[paperskinned-writing]

Took longer to get this out but here we are. Went through a couple reworks and since it's an in-between chapter(?) I kept it kinda short and to the point. Well, it's a bit longer than originally planned. Anyways, Kali x Ilia continued.

Enjoy.

Ilia hadn't meant to find the box obviously. The bed skirt was going to otherwise be eaten by the vacuum cleaner. It also was just close enough to the edge of the bed that, in spite of being under it, the vacuum still tapped it.

She wasn't really trying to look through the contents, even if the lid was crookedly placed atop. It was just all happenstance. Just mild curiosity over what she had bumped into.

Still, while Kali hadn't bothered to put it back in the closet since the last time she and Ghira used it, she found her maid fumbling through the boxes' delights. Some plugs, a couple blindfolds. A leash with a small bell. Differently shaped or sized toys. Eventually they all found themselves spread out on the bed. Amusingly, the maid was so wrapped up in her discovery that she neglected that her mistress had returned.

Well, not only returned, but had slipped in through the adjar doorway and was quietly watching from her comfy seat on the window sill. The view outward overlooking her prized garden. The view inward overlooking a petite figure handling some of her more intimate treasures.

She smiled a bit wider and cleared her throat softly. The sudden color palette swapping only made her quietly chuckle as the maid came to the realization without turning around. Ilia quickly slammed all the contents back into the box as fast as possible and tucked it back under. Completing her self-created task, she simply slumped her face into the bed as she sat on the floor. Not turning around to face the contents owner.

Kali wasn't mad at all. While the reaction was certainly cute, she was well aware that she could've done a better job hiding it at least. Unintentionally, she had set up her helper when she told her to clean up her room. But that was the fun part and she wasn't going to admit.

"See anything interesting?"

The little hands clenched her uniform's hem in her lap. Literal magenta on every inch of exposed skin.

"....sorry, Mistress," a smothered apology came across the room.

Kali tapped the lip of her grinning mouth. Not an evil grin, but certainly wicked.

"I didn't quite hear that one. You'll have to turn around if you want me to hear it," she said with feigned sternness.

The petite figure slowly shuffled around to face her, still sitting on the floor. Her head bowed, tears stinging her colorful cheeks.

"I'm sorry for prying, Mistress…. I-I'm not sure what I can say," she pouted.

"I don't know either," the feline laughed. "Since you were so enamored, I didn't stop you."

The magenta levels increased further yet.

"See anything interesting?"

Ilia slowly glanced up through her brow. Kali had shifted to a forward lean, one hand draped across her wide hips and the other propping up her chin. An intense focus gleamed across her eyes as she smirked.

Iliad hands unclenched from her dress and she twiddled her thumbs. Obviously trying to gauge the situation. She had been caught red-handed going through some rather private items. However, she wasn't being coddled like when she broke things. She was seemingly being handed a cryptic chance to get out of jail free.

"I-If you want to punish me, Mistress, I couldn't refuse…"

"Good answer."

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.

.

"Kiss it."

Ilia complied with the purred order. Pressed into her cheek, a short but girthy dildo filled her peripheral. Kissing the tip, it began to slowly push it's way past her pouty lips.

"Lick it…"

She complied.

"More...yes. Yes. Wrap it...Gods that tongue!"

Face down, ass up.

The maid lay and obeyed as the feline grabbed a few items from the box. The maid had stripped and been handcuffed behind her back, her rear on display. Light sweat beading on her tan skin ran down her arched spine, exciting her more.

Kali pulled the toy away from her mouth and traced it up the girl's spine. The spittle trailed as it went, til it firmly and gently, was pushed into the maid's love tunnel. The slobber acting as lube as this newest intruder filled the tight space.

Being the third one so far, Ilia took it well with little whimpering. The first was rather thin. The second a tad longer and now this one was stretching her.

Around her hips, Kali wore a strap. The ribbons of leather sank into her flesh as she leaned over the smaller girl. Occasionally, she gently pressed the enormous tip between Ilia's thighs for a few strokes but it was much, much too big for the maid. At least for now.

It was the pride and joy of her collection. Literally a cast of her husband's member made into her own for those longer spells without him. The familiar large, veiny silhouette bobbed under its own weight as she pumped the other toy into Ilia. The little one certainly needed some training to get to the same level as herself. Luckily, the afternoon was all theirs.

As Kali buried the dildo in far enough to kiss the womb, it suddenly wasn't possible to retrieve. Mewling leaked from the girl's throat as she came hard and she clamped down in a vice grip. It was about a full minute before Kali could pull it out. And it came out with an audible pop. The feline lapped at the slightly agape entrance. Her tongue may not have been as long as Ilia's but it was rougher. Especially when used on a girl who just climaxed.

She probed as deep as she could while tasting everything. She pulled back and attacked the maid's rosebud too, startling the girl but she didn't resist the new experience. It was only another minute before she shrieked out again, clamping down on Kali's fingers this time as her backdoor was continuously serviced.

Proud of her handy work, Kali sat back again and found the fourth and larger toy. But when she pushed it in, she pushed the smallest one into the maid's winking asshole. Clearly Ilia had not explored back here herself as she struggled and shuffled around. Her mind caught between the pleasure of her front while her rear was trying to reject any intrusion. Gasping in between mewls and moans as she took her mistress's affections. Finally, the smaller of the two sank to the hilt where Kali left it. There was still more training in the front before she could really have fun with the slab between her thighs.

.

.

After toy six, Kali had decided it was time to reward herself for her patience.

She withdrew the dildo from Ilia's womb, tossing it casually to the side as she licked and teased the spasming maid clean again. Toy number three was nestled in the rear, earning a small shiver from the girl when she tapped her nails on its base.

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Ilia was a sweaty mess on the covers. After so many orgasms, her legs had given out and Kali had taken advantage of her flexibility to drag her to the end of the bed to cuff each of her ankles to one of the bedposts. Her ass just barely hung off the edge leaving easy access for the feline. Her smooth tanned thighs taught while holding the splits.

The maid felt a slight panic as the next toy prodded her. While each of them were larger than the last, she could tell just from the broadness of this one, it was a bigger jump in size. She shivered as her mistress lightly rubbed it around her opening. The teasing was merely preparation for the task at hand.

Kali marveled at the sight of her member spreading Ilia's lower lips. It's girthy shape--a perfect copy of her husband's--bending slightly as she adjusted her hips to push it further into the gasping maid. Clenching and resisting, the pressure edged the feline closer to release as the insert of the strap-on ground deeper inside her own love tunnel.

Oh, Ghira!

Part of the fun of her beloved strap was her fantasizing what her massive husband must experience whenever he plowed her tanned ass. The subtle squirming of the woman beneath him as she tries to accommodate the meat stick filling whichever hole he pleased. However he desired.

She had to be a bit more lenient. Careful not to break her toy maid. Still, it excited her every time she broke in a new girl with this massive rod hung between her legs.

Hilted firmly at last, she pawed at the tan cheeks in front of her before testing her grip in the nook of Ilia's hip and thighs. Leaning over the restrained girl, Kali rocked her own hips side to side, gyrating them 'til the maid's squeals started to deafen her sensitive ears. Stirring the girls insides without withdrawing, she used her shaft to carve its shape into her. Sticky fluids from both of them slowly dripping to the floor as the grinding worked them both to screaming.

WUMPH.

Hips met ass meat in a sudden clash. Forcefully, Kali held her claws in their nooks and laid her naked chest on the girl's back to leverage herself better. Springing off the cuffed ankles, she rocked on her toes to pull back to just the head of the toy just to slam it back in. It was a slow, powerful fucking. The force of each blow sent shivers throughout the mistress's spine as the insert rattled inside her. The maid wheezed out every time she was filled up again, the toy seemingly so far in her gut she lost her breath. The small grind before Kali reeled back every time pushed the dildo in her ass further in, confusing and exciting Ilia's more feral needs. She lost track of time and place and solely waited for her mistress to fill her up again with her massive strap with every pump. To feel her hard nipples slide across her own sweaty back as they both approached blackout levels of ecstasy. The sticky dribble between their legs was now a stream that stained the side of the bedding and down to the floor. Wet slapping sounds filled the room on every stroke. The end drew closer for them both. They could feel it and it made them quiver.

Letting out a guttural roar that normally would have frightened the girl, Kali hilted herself one last time. Gnawing at the girl's neck and up to her blushed ear, she shook violently in her climax. The shivers translating through her hips, Ilia could only whimper and bite into the blanket in return. Her insides clamping and releasing over and over as she drifted in and out of consciousness. Kali slumped over her back as she struggled to breathe as well. Kissing the maid's reddened cheek and forehead, she couldn't help but let a wicked grin cross her face. It was too much fun.

.

.

.

Having cleaned and returned everything to its darkened container under the bed, the two snuggled it out on the sheets of the bed. The stained covers strewn on the floor, Kali stroked the curly ponytail as Ilia nuzzled her chest. Hands roamed both ways, groping and pinching softer bits of each other.

They were exhausted from their play but they knew they had to clean up the rest. The rest of the servants would probably check in soon and it'd be obvious what they were up to. And no one else knew about this. Yet.

#rwby #kali belladonna #ilia amitola #writing #smut

[zootopiathingz]

Between the Odds

Part Five: The Morning After

(A/N: I skipped the fourth chapter for reasons you can probably guess. This one also has some 18+ content but nothing too explicit)

Judy began to wake up at the crack of dawn like she was used to. Her eyes slowly fluttered open as the sunlight poking through the window hit her face. For the first few seconds of consciousness, she had forgotten where she was or what occurred last night that even brought her to the unfamiliar location. But as she sat up in the bed, she realized she was in Nick's room, and suddenly remember their "activities" from the night before.

She used the blanket to cover herself from the chest down, her eyes slowly averting over toward the fox that laid beside her. She was partly relieved she didn't wake him up, since she rather enjoyed watching him sleep, especially with the way the sunrise was shining on his red fur. Even when he was sleeping he still managed to bring a smile to her face.

Judy took a quick look around the room, spotting some of their clothes piled up either on the floor or at the foot of the bed. The memories of last night came flooding into her brain, causing her to blush and smile to herself. It was much better than she could have ever imagined, and the way he made her feel the entire time only made it better.

But then a question popped into her mind. What did this mean? Did Nick actually feel the same way about her or was he just caught up in the moment? Did he just feel like he had to make love because it was what she wanted? Judy would never forgive herself if she made him feel pressured or uncomfortable, so she prayed that wasn't the case. But then again, if Nick didn't want to then he wouldn't have done it. He would've stopped her before it got too far, and if anything he seemed quite into it.

But that didn't mean he felt attracted to her in a romantic way. For all Judy knew, this could've just been a one time thing to him. What would that mean for their friendship? Was this the thing she feared would jeopardize everything they had?

She wasn't given much time to ponder as she heard her friend beginning to move from his spot. She looked back over at him, seeing he was shifting to lay on his back while stretching his arms. Judy realized that whatever happened next could make or break their relationship, so she had to play it cool.

Nick eventually opened his eyes, immediately turning his head to face the bunny. "Hey, Carrots." He greeted in a quiet tone, clearly still tired from what happened. But hearing some movement next to him had woken him up, and now he was too alert to go back to sleep.

"Hey," She responded, surprisingly calm. "You sleep okay?"

"Meh, sorta. You?" He shrugged, reaching over to grab his phone from the nightstand to check the time. To his relief, they still had at least an hour before they had to be at work. But knowing Judy, she was going to rush him to get ready any minute now.

"It was fine." She nodded, biting the inside of her cheek. How was she supposed to bring up an awkward topic? Maybe it was only awkward to her, but either way she didn't know how to start the conversation. "So uh..last night, huh?"

"Yeah." He nodded, leaning back against the headboard. Even though he felt a little flustered remembering what happened, he tried not to let it show and instead did what he did best—be nonchalant. "So uh, how long have you been wanting to do that, hm?" He asked with a raised brow, deciding to lighten the mood before they had any kind of serious conversation.

Judy scoffed and rolled her eyes, subconsciously rubbing her arm up and down. "Honestly I didn't really mean to take it that far. I guess something just..came over me, you know?" She shrugged, feeling tortured by the jittery feeling in her stomach.

"Hey, we both got caught up. It's okay." He said to ease her nerves, since he didn't want her to blame herself.

"Yeah but..I was just trying to tell you that I..."

She paused, hesitating to say the next few words. She never explicitly stated it last night, and now she kind of wished she did to avoid the awkward tension now.

"That you what?" He asked intrigued, although he could already tell what she was going to say. But he desperately needed to hear her say it, he wanted it to be true.

She pulled the blanket up to cover her mouth and nose, closing her eyes to avoid making eye contact. "That I'm..in love with you."

Nick was silent for a moment, taking in those muffled words that made his heart skip a beat. So it was true, his best friend was actually in love with him. A small smile crept up onto his face as he reached his paw out to her, moving the blanket away so he could caress her cheek. "Well, what do ya know? Officer Hopps has fallen head over heels for a fox." He said playfully, though still in awe at her words. "How long have you felt this way?"

"I don't know." She answered timidly, scrunching up her shoulders. "I mean, I guess I've always had feelings for you, I just didn't really realize it until last night." She sighed, leaning her face against his paw. "Do you hate me?"

"What kind of question is that? Carrots, if I hated you, I wouldn't have slept with you." He chuckled, scooting closer to her. "Besides, I could never hate the adorable bunny that turned my world upside down."

Judy looked up at him with shimmering eyes, feeling like her heart could actually burst from her chest. "W-wait, are you saying what I think you're saying?" She asked, "You better not be messing with me, Nick."

"I'm not messing with you." He shook his head assuringly, kissing her forehead. "And if you think I'm saying that I love you, too, then yes."

"You do?" She asked, slowly beginning to smile. "So last night wasn't just a hookup?"

Nick laughed softly at her question, "Of course not. Everything that happened last night was 100% out of love."

She let out a small sigh of relief, feeling a massive weight being lifted off her shoulders. She honestly couldn't believe that all of this was true. Everything that happened since their kiss had felt like a dream to her, one she did not want to wake up from. "So does this make us..a couple?" She asked for clarification, eagerly hoping for a 'yes'.

"Nothing would make me happier." He responded, cupping her face to feel her cheeks warming up. He found it pretty cute how he made her blush like that, and he couldn't wait to see what else he could do to keep her face red.

Judy laughed excitedly and kissed his cheek, tackling him in a hug. He laid back down on the bed with her on top of him, allowing the bunny to shower him with love and affection. But he couldn't deny that he was quite excited himself and gladly reciprocated, squeezing her against him and giving her a brief kiss on her lips.

Unfortunately, they couldn't celebrate forever, since they were going to be late for work if they didn't get ready soon. They reluctantly pulled apart after a minute and stood up from the bed, gathering their clothes. While Judy was putting her underwear back on, Nick took notice to the bits of fur on her neck that were out of place, and it immediately occurred to him that if he could see it by just glancing at her, then so could anyone else.

"Uh, Carrots?" He said to get her attention, "You might wanna cover that up."

Judy was confused for a second, seeing him point at something in particular on her body. But she quickly realized what it was and instinctively put her paw on top of the hickey to cover it. "Oh, crap." She muttered, "Is it that noticeable?"

"A little bit, yeah." Nick nodded. He wasn't even aware of how big of a mark he left on her, and although it wasn't his intention, there wasn't much they could do now.

Judy sighed and shook her head, grabbing her uniform from his closet as she walked out of the room. "Remind me not to let you give me another hickey." She said from the hallway, making her way into the bathroom.

Nick smirked as he grabbed his uniform as well, rolling his eyes. "I make no promises, Carrot cake."

#zootopia #judy hopps #nick wilde #wildehopps #judy x nick #zootropolis #zootopia fanfiction #fanfic

[efrmellifer]

An Evening to Remember

Seven: Speculate (Cytus belongs to Dae)

Etien met Betula's eyes in the mirror as Betula finished applying a layer of subdued red to her lips.

“And where is your gentleman caller taking you tonight?” she asked, hoping it sounded lighthearted.

“The opera,” Betula answered. “It’s Tales of the East tonight.”

“They made that into an opera?”

Betula nodded, just before she felt her mother’s hand settle on her head, and the comb slipping through her hair soon after. “Cytus was very particular to get us tickets for tonight’s performance. In but a sennight, they’ll be changing to performing a historical piece. It’s… about Ala Mhigo, I think? He said he wouldn’t be able to watch that one quietly.”

Etien stifled her laugh, but only just barely. Betula still caught a glimpse of it in the mirror, though.

“Maman,” she protested, though she was laughing, too.

Etien continued combing Betula's hair, then clipped in the pin Betula had waiting next to her hand, an elegant V with a silver sheen.

When Etien stepped back and put down the comb, Betula rose, looking herself over again. She was pleased with her outfit—an Eastern dress (a gift from Yugiri for her 18th birthday that fit her even better now) leggings with a short skirt to make up for the dress’s high-cut slit, and shoes that matched her half-gloves, both of the same soft blue leather.

She wasn’t sure she had a coat that suited going out like this.

That is, she had a dress coat for more formal occasions, but this was… different. “More important” would be rude to all the times she had attended events and gotten praise for herself and her parents because she was so well-groomed and -behaved, but it was certainly more personal.

If she couldn’t admit it to herself, whom could she admit it to?She wanted to look good for Cytus. Simple as that.

“Oh, one moment!” Etien chirped, rushing to the closet (Betula heard its door, and her father having to help her mother) and returning with a lush fur-lined cloak. “If you don’t mind wearing something borrowed from your mother for a night.”

Betula took it in her hands, feeling the pelt and the warmth of the gesture as much as the garment. “This should be fine. Thank you.”

Etien nodded, eyes crinkling in a smile. Aymeric stepped into the room to drape the cloak over Betula’s shoulders, resting his hands there afterward.

“You look lovely, Betula. My dear little lady, not so little anymore.” She smiled, and he kissed her forehead. “But the young master Galvus should be here soon, I think. Enough sentimentalism from us, you have a date.”

She shrugged off the cloak while she waited, tail twitching and shaking in much the same way Etien’s always did when she was nervous.

“Nerves getting to you?” Aymeric asked, sidling up to her.

“A little bit.”

“You are a young woman of impeccable comportment, and more to the point, Cytus already likes you. Quite a lot, based on what I have seen.”

She blushed, recalling the kiss that Aymeric was referring to. “I suppose you’re right,” she mumbled.

He chuckled. “And he is a lucky young man, to be taking you to the opera tonight. I hope it is an evening to remember.”

There was a knock at the door then, getting stronger with the second and then third raps against the wood. Aymeric opened the door.

“Good evening, Cytus.”

He waved. “Good evening, Ser Aymeric. Is Betula ready?”

She threw the cloak back on, stepping around the door. “Ready!”

He took her hand, squeezing it in greeting. “Hello, Tula.”

“Have a good time, you two,” Aymeric said, gently scooting Betula out the door, though he did not close it behind the pair as they left, walking along the stone path.

“What time do you think they’ll be back tonight?” he asked Etien.

She laughed as she came to his side, wrapping her arms around his middle and resting her head against him. “It does no good to speculate. He’ll bring her home when they’re ready to come back.”

They closed the door with a light sigh from each.

The trip to the opera house was a quiet one. The quiet wasn’t too awkward in its tension, but Betula was hoping that the residual nerves and desire to impress Cytus weren’t too palpable. Still, she jumped slightly when he spoke.

“You look nice.”

“Oh! Thank you. You do, too. That’s a good color on you,” she said, rubbing the fabric of his sleeve. “It bring out your eyes.”

“You think so?”

She nodded.

Cytus laughed, a thought occurring to him. “Sparta was telling me to pick flowers for you.”

“Did he tell you to get them from the garden?”

“Not this time. He was suggesting I pull up half a bed of annuals, which I doubt the gardeners would have appreciated.”

Betula’s lips formed a small o. “Certainly not.”

When they arrived, Cytus presented their proofs of admission, and then laid a hand on the small of Betula's back to guide her inside the opera house.

She was all too aware that without the fur between them (though it was a typical night in Ishgard, there was no chance of the fur not being between them), his hand would have been pressed to the cutout in her dress’s back. Damn this weather for that.

They took their seats, and Betula began to read the summary of the opera written in the program. Some of these events were familiar to her, stories she had heard before and was eager to seen relayed in song.

Cytus looked over. “Something interesting?”

Betula pointed at the text. “I was looking at this part of the third act, the story of the sleeping princess.”

He scanned near her finger and nodded. “I doubt it will be like the faerie story we would be familiar with.”

She agreed with a hum. “But I’m curious about it.”

A hush went over the crowd as the lights dimmed, the curtain rising. Betula folded her program and turned her attention to the stage, where the overture was beginning.

Near the end of the fourth act, Betula let her hand leave her lap, creeping across to the seat next to her, curling around Cytus’ hand. Luckily for her, her gloves absorbed the sweat from her palms before he had to feel it, and he just turned his hand up, his thumb sticking through between her ring and little fingers.

They let go to clap as the players took their bows, then left the theatre hand in hand, Betula clutching the fur cloak closer, as the temperature had fallen further.

“Are you cold?” she asked Cytus, now holding his hand as much to keep it warm as to express her affection.

“Garlemald is hardly a temperate place to live,” he replied. “This coat is lined. I’m comfortable.”

She nodded her understanding. “Then can we walk around a little bit?”

“Lead the way.”

They wandered through the mostly-empty Jeweled Crozier, warming their hands on the currently-vacant little heater Elaisse used to boil water and keep herself warm, then continued walking, taking the long way up to the Hoplon, and then down through The Architects and The Last Vigil.

Standing at the bottom of the steps down from there, Betula sighed. “Nearly home.”

“Is that not a relief? Are those shoes comfortable?”

“Is it a relief?” she echoed, “yes and no. I don’t want this to be over just yet. I’m having a good time.”

“We can enjoy the local art again another time,” Cytus replied. “I would hate to draw the ire of your parents bringing you home at dawn.”

“It’s nowhere near dawn,” she scoffed.

“Yes, but I could stay out here with you until it was.”

She giggled. “Thank you. I suppose I should go home.”

Cytus offered his elbow. “It isn’t far, but I still want to walk you there.”

Betula looped her arm through his with a smile, and they strode past the Athenaeum and the airship landing, quiet again, more comfortably than before.

They ascended the steps to the house together, and then she sighed. “This is where it ends.”

“For tonight. Until next time.”

“Aye.” She met his eyes and smiled. “Give your mum and da my love?”

“I will,” Cytus told her. “But first”-- he took her hand, and drew her closer again. “Can I kiss you?”

She nodded.

His lips were warm, even despite how cold it was outside, making the good-night kiss even more pleasant, so much so it took away the sting of it even being a good-night.

He pulled away and let her settle again, smiling when she gave him a wide grin.

“Goodnight. Until next time, Tula.”

“Goodnight, Cytus. This was lovely.”

He descended the steps, and set off for the airship landing, with a little wave over his shoulder before he would be hard to spot.

Betula waved back, then slipped inside the house when she couldn’t see him anymore.

She would have to think of something Cytus would enjoy for next time.

#ffxivwrite2021 #ffxivwrite #fic #Cytula

[stiles-halee]

Kinkmas Day 2: Mating

This was so not where he wanted to be on a Friday night. He was finally in college, he should be living it up, at a party or getting drunk somewhere. Instead, he was huddled up in his dorm-room, nose pressed into his pillow as he palmed his crotch.

He was in heat.

Normally he was pretty regular, he knew when it was coming and planned accordingly. He had even made plans with Scott tonight, they were going to get drinks with a few people from Scott's work, but only minutes after he solidified their plans, he had to cancel.

The heat gripped him tight, making his entire body shiver. It was only a matter of time before the heat had taken over completely.

He promised himself when he moved into his dorm that he would never have a heat here. He had been completely successful, able to tract and sense his heat coming, able to leave the dorm and head home, he was only about an hour out from Beacon Hills.

The idea of having a heat inside a dorm room made his stomach role. Everyone would smell and hear everything that what was going on, thin walls and all. It was weird enough trying to squeeze in a jerk session in the communal showers.

Stiles groaned, rolling over and pulling his hand out from his pants. He knew that he couldn't will his heat away, it didn't work like that, but he still wanted to put it off as long as possible.

He laid there for a bit, in his tiny top bunk, trying to distract himself, messing around on his phone or picking at the fabric of his navy blue blanket.

Scott had sent him a text, "just checking in." Stiles snorted, but texted back that he was fine, apart from the extreme embarrassment of having a heat in a dorm. Scott sent back his sympathies, but he would never get it, he was a beta.

Of course, he was offered a variety of dorm choices, including Omega only, but opted for a mixed dorm, what a foolish decision it seemed like now. He wondered if the Alphas could smell him and what that meant. He didn't want to admit that turned him on further.

It wasn't like what the movies portrayed, Omegas and Alphas crazy out of their mind or anything, but it was like having a couple drinks. You could still make decisions, still in your right mind, but your judgement was slightly clouded.

A knock sounded at the door, startling Stiles slightly. He got up with a groan, his body slightly sore from the heat, though he had done literally nothing except lay in bed. He adjusted himself quickly, only half hard anyways, before going to answer the door, figuring it was Scott.

He opened his mouth at the same time he opened the door, prepared to tell Scott to go have fun without him, that he wanted to be miserable alone, and that Scott should go live it up in his place. What came out though, was a weird, sort of strangled sound that Stiles wished hadn't come out.

It wasn't Scott.

"Hey." It was Derek. He was in two of Stiles' classes, but Stiles only knew his name because he was a football player. Stiles wasn't really one for sports, but he knew some names that got tossed around in the dining hall or classrooms. Derek was a senior and on track to play in the NFL, everyone knew who he was. The question was why he was in this dorm, standing in front of Stiles.

"Are you lost?" Stiles asked. It was a stupid and pretty rude question to ask, or at least the way Stiles spat it out. Football players got their own special dorms. Stiles had never been in one, but he had seen the pictures, their dorms were dirty closets compared to their's.

"Uh, no?" Derek said, looking slightly offended. Stiles supposed that was fair.

Stiles cleared his throat, shifting to hide behind the door-frame slightly. He wasn't going to admit was was still happening downstairs.

"Sorry uh, Derek right? You're in my Victimology class?"

Derek nodded, looking at him oddly, eyebrow cocked. Even if Stiles didn't pay any attention to football, or for that matter was deaf, he would still know Derek Hale. The guy was gorgeous and sat second row in the classes they shared. He joked around with his friends loudly before class started, but as soon as it did, he never said a word, always attentive.

Stiles sat fourth row and on more than one occasion caught himself staring at the back of Derek's head, rather than the board.

Stiles waited for Derek to say something more, but he never did. "Um, did you need help on that paper? I haven't finished it myself, but-"

"Actually, I was wondering if you needed help." Derek cut him off quickly, speaking sternly.

Stiles gave him a look, a little taken aback. "Like I was saying, I haven't finished it, but I got a 98% on the first one, so-"

"I'm not talking about the paper, I finished it three days ago." Derek crossed his arms. So he finished the paper the day it was due? Jesus. Stiles was ambitious, but that was on another level.

"Okay, well-"

"I know you're in heat."

"Would you quit interrupting me- wait what?" Stiles shook his head.

"You're in heat." Derek spoke, raising his brows and motioning Stiles up and down, before refolding his arms across his chest.

Stiles' face burned a bright crimson, warming his ears. "Yes, thank you, I'm pretty sure half of campus is aware."

Derek smirked. "You don't usually stay for your heats do you?" He phrased it as a question, but the implication was clear, Derek knew that he didn't stay for heats.

"Now how the fuck is that any of your business?" Stiles took a step back. Heats were personal for Omegas, not something they really shared in great detail unless they were talking with their mate.

"I only meant I would have noticed." Derek shrugged.

"Once again, how is that any of your fucking business-"

"Your scent I mean, dumbass." Derek rolled his eyes. Oh. Was it that strong?

Stiles glared. "Sorry, asshole, not really something I can control you know."

The next thing he knew, Stiles was shoved in his room, Derek shutting the door behind him quickly. He began to walk around, not much to explore given the size of the room. He had his own dorm, a privilege of an honors student, but it was a dorm nonetheless, it was cramped.

"Yes, please, come on in." Stiles threw his hands up in the air, and kept himself in the corner.

Derek continued looking away, looking tense. He looked to Stiles and he could have sworn his eyes were slightly reddened around the iris's.

"Look, do you want my help or not?" Derek huffed, growing bored with the conversation.

"I'm sorry?" Stiles spat. "I don't need your help you absolute sack of donkey shit. Big surprise here, but I've gone through heats alone my entire life," okay, slightly embarrassing fact to admit to the insanely, super-hot Alpha jock that was standing before him. "so no, I don't need your help."

This time is was Stiles' turn to cross his arms and glare, though it wasn't half as menacing as Derek's gaze.

Derek shrugged, turning back towards the door. "Shame. You smell incredible and I would have given you the fuck of your lifetime."

"Jesus!" Stiles threw his hands up in the air. "You are the cockiest bastard I have ever met in my entire life."

"I'm not cocky, I'm honest." Derek smirked.

"Ah yes, Derek Hale, the oh so honest quarterback, best in the nation. What a title."

Derek made a face in amusement. "So you watch me play?"

"I've watched maybe four football games my entire life, don't seemed so pleased. I can see why the girls don't stop talking about you though."

Derek raised that stupid eyebrow again.

"You do indeed have a reputation." Stiles smiled.

"Is that so?" Derek took a step closer.

"Yeah, of being an absolute fucking asshole who fucks anything that looks like a hole." Stiles snapped, redirecting the conversation from where Derek thought it was going.

"Aw, that wasn't very nice." Derek pretended to pout, but it was clear he was amused by the banter. Too bad the conversation was actually pissing Stiles off, well, not entirely.

"Yes well, I guess we both know what it's like to overstep boundaries, now if you would please-"

"I'm not trying to overstep boundaries. I could smell you were in heat, it's the strongest I've ever smelt and according to you, I've been with my fair share of people, so I should know what the baseline is, right? I wasn't out and about, looking to fuck anything that looks like a hole, I was on my way to the library when I caught your scent. I was actually just going to check that your door was locked, but got wrapped into an oh so intriguing conversation."

"Make sure my door was locked? What are you the anti-rape police? Thanks buddy, really appreciate it." Stiles snorted.

If anyone ever asked, Stiles would refuse the fact that what Derek had said had made him feel something squishy inside of him. It was nice, something he didn't think Derek was. Sure it wasn't right to pass judgement on someone he didn't know but come on, he was a quarterback! An Alpha jock! A senior!

Derek looked away, seeming like he was about ready to leave. Maybe he was bored.

"Look," Stiles started. "Thank you, but like I said, I've spent a fair share of heats alone."

"Not here." Derek put simply, glancing at Stiles' unorganized desk, as though he was trying to understand all of the papers.

"How do you even know that- you know what, it doesn't matter, plenty of experience."

"Doesn't mean it's pleasant to go at it alone." Derek cocked his head, still reading a paper on Stiles' desk.

"Is this your way of trying to get into my pants?" Stiles smirked, leaning against the wall.

Derek shrugged. "If that's what you want."

"Wha-what?" Stiles sputtered, leaning up quickly. Stiles didn't even think Derek was into guys, all he ever heard was both squealing and complaining from girls. Those who wanted to be with him, and were with him, for a very brief period of time. Derek didn't seem to date, but fuck, yes Derek fucked.

"Do you want me to stay with you during your heat?" Derek asked.

Stiles snorted, trying to play off how nervous he was. It was true Stiles had plenty of experience with heats alone, but it was also true that Derek was right, they weren't pleasant. They hurt and were far less pleasurable than they should be.

Stiles didn't answer. The answer should probably be no. He didn't know Derek, not really, but maybe that made it better? He could do this and never have to deal with Derek again, or better yet, Derek would never have to deal with Stiles again.

"I could make you feel good." Derek took a step closer and Stiles swallowed, heat instantly shooting to his crotch.

"No more aches." He took another step.

"No more fevers." Another step.

"Only pleasure." They were only inches away. Derek cautiously placed a hand on Stiles' bicep, slowly taking his pain. It wasn't a huge amount, but Stiles always had aches during heat. And somehow, Derek knew that.

"I could make you feel good." Derek repeated.

"What's in it for you?" Stiles asked. It seemed like a stupid question to ask, but it also made sense. Why did Derek want to help him, some random kid in his class?

"I already told you, yours is the strongest scent I have ever smelled, it's pretty intoxicating. I want to see what it tastes like." Derek traced the tips of his fingers across Stiles' cheekbone, making him suck in a breath.

"Besides, I like helping people." Derek shrugged. What a mundane answer.

"Is that why you're going into Criminology?" Stiles asked, as Derek traced his fingers down his neck.

"Do you want to talk career paths, or do you want me to knot you?"

"Second option please." Stiles breathed out. Derek growled lowly, tucking his face into Stiles' collarbone gently, breathing in his scent.

"Thought so." Derek hummed.

#sterekkinkmas #sterekkinkmas2020

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27847538/chapters/68179390

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