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whorergal · 1 year

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SHE'S MINE (PART TWO)

summary: after you've been attacked, the group becomes cautious and confused, now being targeted as well. but you still can't get over the fact that ghostface had helped you and why you think you know who it may be. and maybe you wouldn't mind keeping a secret.

warnings: scream vi spoilers, language (cussing), blood, gore. it follows the plot loosely.

pairings: ethan landry x fem!reader

authors note: hiiii i really hope u enjoy :-) also i have no idea if mindy shared the apartment with tara, sam and quinn but if she didn’t, we're just going to pretend she does and i also altered ethan's motive a bit too for this (lowkey was inspired by don't blame me by taylor swift so if you like listening to music when reading, i recommend that song for this part)

❗️: you can find part one here and part three here if you need it :3

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The hospital visit wasn't as long as you anticipated. Two of the stabs you endured hadn't cut deep so they were able to stitch it upon your first visit and they closed up that same night—it still hurt like a bitch. Your previous stab wound was the worst one overall as the stitching process was a lot more painful because your skin was sensitive as it had been punctured once before.

When you were released, Sam took you under her care. She didn't feel safe having you and Anika alone in your apartment since the attack so she offered her, Tara, Mindy and Quinn's home to you two. It didn't really matter for Anika as she was always there in the first place but it bothered you.

You didn't mean to feel unappreciative but you hated being controlled by useless fear. Whether or not Ghostface attacked you in your home, he would find them someway or another; it didn't matter where you were. But, you agreed in order to clear her conscious.

They didn't ask much questions when you were in the hospital. After the second Ghostface left the apartment, you remembered blacking out and waking up in the hospital bed with Anika by your side. The doctor wouldn't let anyone come in since you were preparing for surgery but decided to let Anika stay since she was your roommate.

Her story was that your security system she had built when you two first moved in had went off when the second Ghostface broke in. Her and Mindy didn't tell everyone before leaving because they didn't want to risk not making it in time. The frat house was only a block down so they just ran their way to your building, ultimately finding your unconscious body on the kitchen floor.

Anika told you that they had met Ethan at the entrance of the building when the ambulance was called and said you called him, which was true but you wondered what took him so long. You were highly suspicious of him but you didn't want to be because he was your best-friend, you couldn't imagine him having anything to do with this.

Ever since that night, he was around, a lot. He even skipped his Econ classes to keep you company because Sam didn't want you to be alone and everyone else was busy.

You didn't ask him about what happened. You were afraid of what the outcome would be. But you knew you had to do something in order to understand. At least interrogating the truth out of him (because he couldn't lie to you) would give you peace of mind—well, depending on the answer.

"You don't have to be here, you know." You broke the silence, watching him write notes from the lecture he was missing.

"But I want to be," he told you honestly.

"E, you're missing Econ. You have an exam this week."

"I'll be fine, don't worry." He looked up from his notebook, putting the lecture video on pause to give you his full attention. "I don't want anything to happen to you again."

"Ghostface rarely attacks in the daytime," you joked.

"Still, Y/N/N." He was being serious. "Your stitches haven't even fully healed yet."

"This isn't the first time." You sighed. "Plus, Ghostface never attacks the same person twice."

"Says who?"

"Says Mindy."

Ethan rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well, I don't want to take any chances."

It went back to comfortable silence. You went back to reading your book for your English class while he continued to write his notes. After a couple more minutes, you decided to ask the question that had been eating you alive.

"What took you so long?" you asked randomly.

He furrowed his brows, turning to look at you. "What do you mean?"

"When I was attacked," you clarified. "I called you and you said you and Chad were on the way. Anika and Mindy beat you to it and Chad wasn't even with you when you arrived."

Ethan looked away, his face becoming pale. "Well, I went to go find Chad when you were on the call but I couldn't find him so I decided to leave. I didn't realize how much time I wasted until I saw police lights outside your building."

That was the first and final conversation you two had about it. You gathered what you knew from it but, again, you didn't want to believe he was Ghostface. Unless he wasn't and used the costume to throw the other one off. But where could he buy a replica of it that quickly and still be able to make it in time to save you? It didn't make sense.

You kept this realization to yourself. You felt guilty for it, especially because if he was apart of the plan in harming your friends, this smudge of proof could be enough to hold him accountable before it was taken too far. Of course, you didn't listen to yourself and decided to keep his secret that he wasn't even sure you knew because of how much you liked him.

On the third day of your recovery, your stitching was finally beginning to heal. It hurt to bend down and sometimes walk because it worked the muscles underneath the wound but you couldn't stand doing nothing anymore.

You made the excuse that you were planning to meet Ethan at his dorm for the night because you promised to help him with Econ. Sam wasn't exactly keen on the idea, wondering why he couldn't come to meet you here but you told her you were beginning to feel claustrophobic and wanted to get out. She didn't say much in defense and reluctantly agreed.

They all offered to walk you there just in case something were to happen but you brushed them off. If your assumption about Ethan was correct, he wouldn't let anything happen to you.

The subway was packed because it was nearing Halloween and it took you awhile to finally make it inside one. And the thirty minute ride to campus added onto the time. It was around twelve at night when you arrived at his dorm.

First, you decided to knock. Nobody answered. Then you remembered he had an Econ lecture to attend for the night and took out the extra key he had given you awhile ago and unlocked it yourself.

Honestly, you were glad he wasn't there because it would make your digging a lot more easier.

You searched through everything he owned. Through his drawers (which you highly regretted), under his bed, inside some of his unpacked bags—everywhere but you couldn't find anything that incriminated him.

It had been what felt like hours, but was really only thirty minutes, when you gave up. Your phone was going off but you didn't pay any mind to it because the group had consistently texted you ever since your attack; you just assumed it was them checking up on you and then getting paranoid because you weren't answering. Even if you knew you should've checked, you didn't bother as you were going to head back to the apartment anyway.

You quietly snuck out of the room, making sure the coast was clear until you turned your head to the left and saw Ghostface, waiting there for you. When you tried to scream, they grabbed your face with their hand, restricting your voice from releasing.

They were strong, being able to grab your entire body with their one arm and toss you carelessly back into the room.

You hit the floor, wincing at the impact because of your stitches. Ghostface shut the door behind them, looking down at you. They stalked toward you very slowly as you made sure to keep your distance from them.

Using the dresser that stood behind you, you lifted yourself up with your available arm as the other clutched your stitching instinctively to keep you balanced. It was a silent stare-down until they reached for their mask, untucking it from the behind. Then, they pulled it off.

You stared in shock. "…Ethan?"

"Y/N." He didn't have much expression on his face. He looked out of breath as you could see sweat shimmering on his face from the lighting.

"Oh, my god," You breathed out. Although you suspected him this whole time, finally being able to know it was the truth hurt you more than being stabbed. "You're Ghostface."

"What the hell are you doing here?" Ethan ignored your statement as he furrowed his brows.

"I knew it. I knew you were the one who saved me," you confessed. "That's why I'm here."

"You shouldn't be here," he told you, shaking his head.

"You're trying to kill me and our friends and you're telling me what I shouldn't be doing?!"

"Y/N, there's more to this than you know."

"That much is obvious," you snapped. He tried to step toward you but you backed up. "Stay away from me."

"Please, just listen to me," Ethan began to plead.

"You let them attack me!"

"No, I didn't!" he declared, lowering his voice when he saw it made you flinch. "They promised to leave you out of it. That was the only thing I told them to do."

"They?" you repeated in confusion.

He thought over his response for a second. "Look, what I'm doing—what I've done—is for a good reason. You have to understand."

You furrowed your brows. "What have you done, E?" You couldn't help but use his nickname; you couldn't help but try to hear him out.

"Y/N." He walked toward you slowly and this time, you didn't back away from him. "You're the only thing I care about. If it means I have to kill a thousand people to keep you safe, then I'd do it."

"I don't understand." Your voice was almost a mumble.

"I agreed to do this before I met you but when I did, it all changed. I-I tried to convince them to stop. I wanted to try and be good—for you but she found out and threatened to kill you if I didn't continue with the plan so I did with the exception that they would leave you out of it," he explained softly. "I did this…for you."

You looked at him like he was insane (he kind of was). "You'd kill our friends?"

"If it meant that you'd be safe."

His words didn't completely register but when they did, you couldn't help but feel guilty. You had a crush on him for so long and here he was, basically confessing his love for you in such a fucked up way. You hated yourself for finding him even more attractive after hearing him say those words.

"Ethan…" you whispered his name.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked. "Can I please kiss you?"

You didn't give him an answer as you closed the space between the two of you.

It seemed wrong—no, it was wrong. Kissing him while he still wore the Ghostface robe, one that he wore while taking someone's life.

You knew he wasn't wearing this costume for fun. They only ever wore it for a purpose. Even though your mind was totally blanked because of how dumb his lips made you, when you pulled apart, you began to think about where he had come from and who he had just killed and why you weren't more concerned about the matter.

He chased after your lips, kissing you again with more force this time, even pulling you closer by the waist. You only pulled away because you were receiving a call.

You pulled your phone out from your pocket, the reality setting in when you saw Sam's contact. He looked down with you, not doing much in keeping you from answering. It took you a couple more seconds of contemplating until you decided to click the green button, putting the phone to your ear.

You took a deep breath before answering. "Hello?"

"Y/N, what the hell?!" Sam hollered into the speaker, her voice mixed with relief and annoyance. "Why weren't you answering? Are you okay?!"

"Yeah, I'm fine," you replied rather nonchalantly. "I had my phone off. What's wrong, Sam?"

There was a short beat. "Ghostface attacked us."

You furrowed your brows, glancing at Ethan. "What?"

"Yeah, he killed Quinn and…"

"And?" you repeated instantly. "Who else, Sam?"

"Anika…" Sam's voice was barely above a whisper. "Y/N, I'm so sorry. I-I tried to help her."

You shut your eyes, feeling tears starting to build. There was silence on the line and you were sure it was because Sam didn't want to say anything knowing you would be taking her death as personal as Mindy did.

Suddenly, your stab wounds began to throb which made you let out a grunt. You knew better than to cry over Anika only because it would achieve nothing. Yes, it was messed up that you were now standing in the room with her murderer, watching him undress himself of his black robe that he wore while killing her but you realized nothing you could've said or done—whether you got to him before she died—could've changed her outcome.

You watched him pull out a hunting knife from his back pocket, the silver glistening with dried blood. That blood probably belonged to Anika and Quinn. It made your throat go dry.

"Sam," you blurted quietly.

"What, Y/N?"

You were going to say it; tell her the truth. It was the right thing to do. Ethan, even if you liked him a lot, had just murdered your best friend and one of Sam's. They deserved the justice of their murderer being caught.

But when he walked back over to you, his eyes scanning your expression, you had already picked your choice.

"Y/N, what? Are you okay?" Sam's voice echoed in your mind.

"Yeah, yeah, it's just…" You tried to find the words. "Is everyone else okay? Did you get hurt?"

"We're fine. Mindy got cut but she's fine," Sam answered softly. "Can you come down here? I'd feel a lot better if you were here with us. Plus, I'm sure you can comfort Mindy than the rest of us. She doesn't want to be anywhere near Tara or Chad."

You let out a shaky breath. "Yeah. Ethan and I are on our way."

"Ethan?" she questioned.

"Yeah. Remember I told you I was going to meet him at his dorm? I was with him the whole night," you lied.

"Oh, okay." Sam sighed into the speaker. "That's good to hear, actually. Mindy thinks Ethan was the one behind all of this but if you were with him then it checks him out."

"Don't worry, Sam," you said. "We'll be there shortly."

"Okay, see you soon. Be safe."

You nodded, even though she couldn't see you and then hung up.

"You kept my secret?" Ethan asked.

You shook your head. "I shouldn't have. You killed Anika and Quinn."

He bit his lip, nodding calmly. "I know, I know. It wasn't exactly my first choice. But I had to for saving you the other night."

"Yeah, I know," you mumbled. "But did you mean it?"

"Mean what?" He furrowed his brows.

"What you said about wanting to be good?" You repeated his words. "Because that's the only reason I saved your ass. I should hate you. You killed Anika."

"Y/N/N," he said softly, walking over to grab your hands. "I only did this to protect you. They made me think my original motive was right but it's actually fucked up. I realized that the moment I met you. So, yes, I do mean it. And I'm sorry about Anika. I didn't really want to do it either."

You mulled over his words, looking down at your connected hands until you finally spoke. "Okay. Then, I'll help you," you informed him. "But, in order for me to do that, I need to know everything."

Let's just say it was an interesting conversation.

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samiiy20 · 2 months

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𝖯𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: Song mingi x fem!reader 𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗲: Smut 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2.9k 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: masturbation,voyeurism, unprotected sex (don't do it), reader is older than Mingi (but only by a couple of years)

You were hoping to have a quiet night of relaxation with yourself, but an unexpected visitor knocks on your door and changes your plans.

N/A: I know I promised Yeosang's story, but I was thinking that maybe it will be some kind of series that connects with the other members, but rest assured I will do it. Just wait for it soon <3

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This content NOT is for minors!!!

This is merely entertainment, this does not represent any real person.

It is forbidden to copy or translate my work.

English NO is my first language.

The day had been a disaster. That morning when you finally woke up and noticed something unusual, you checked your phone, only to realize that the alarm didn't wake you up on time. You missed the first two classes at the university where you happened to see important topics for the exam, but everything got worse at work, where your boss came up with the brilliant idea of assigning you a difficult project for the weekend. And when you finally got to the room you were renting so you could eat something, you realized that you hadn't gone to the supermarket and there was nothing.

“This couldn't be worse,” you whispered to yourself as you lay down on the bed.

Maybe there was a way to get all the stress out of your body. Cheering up a little, you opened your closet drawer and took out a toy. You needed to distract yourself and forget your frustrations, you deserved it for surviving a shitty day.

You smiled, settling down on the bed and abandoning your shorts somewhere on the floor. You sighed, clearing your thoughts and spread your legs, turning on the toy. You rested your head on the pillows when you felt the contact of the toy on your core and you began to relax, but when you were starting to forget everything you heard a knock on the door.

You screamed inside, angry you got up looking for your shorts and hid the vibrator under the sheets. The doorbell wouldn't stop ringing and if it didn't stop you would greet whoever was waiting with a knock, but when you opened the door all your thoughts were erased.

“Mingi?” The anger disappeared and now you just felt confused, you didn't expect to see him here, especially so late "What are you doing here?"

“Hello, I didn't want to bother you but…” her words were suspended in the air when she noticed what you were wearing.

“Let me guess, Yunho?” He nodded, scratching his head awkwardly when he noticed your clothing, but you didn't notice his eyes running over your shoulders or focusing on the silhouette of your breasts. You sighed, cursing your brother, “That idiot.”

“I didn't know where to go… it's already late and” You sighed defeated and felt a little sorry for him, your night of pleasure could wait.

“Don't talk anymore, come in” you stepped aside letting him enter.

It wasn't the first time Mingi came to your house when Yunho decided to bring someone into the apartment they shared and even though he had promised not to do it he broke his promise too soon.

"I'm sorry"

“Leave the drama, it's not that big of a deal,” you responded, hitting him on the arm, “do you want to sleep?”

“I don't know” You noticed that he was more nervous than normal, but you didn't understand why and you stood in front of him, challenging him, putting your hands on your hips.

"What's the matter?" Mingi looked at you once and tried to just see your face, but since you opened the door he saw through your light pajamas (if you could call them that) and noticed that you weren't wearing a bra, plus the shorts. …well they were too short.

He didn't want to think about you that way, you were his friend's sister, plus you were older than him and he blamed himself for coming here, you were too kind to let a pervert like him pass that the only thing he thought about It was in your body.

“It's just that Yunho… worries me,” he said, trying to focus his attention on something else.

You sighed giving up and walking to the kitchen to make some tea thinking it would calm him down.

“Me too” Mingi stayed where he was resisting the urge to turn around to see your figure “that girl is just playing with him, I'm sure” you passed him the cup of tea and smiled when he took it, noticing that he calmed down a little "Besides, it's not fair that I leave you out"

Mingi nodded, tasting the hot drink as they passed into the small room. You sat on the couch in front of him without noticing that he became tense and you put your feet up on the table in front of you, settling down to pass the time.

They didn't talk much and Mingi forced himself to talk, but your bare legs distracted him for a while, imagining how soft your skin was and how it would feel if he kissed it, he wondered what face you would make if he ran his hands over your breasts and then kissed your breasts neck, he wondered how he would feel if he put his…

He put those thoughts out of his mind, it wasn't the first time he had them, but he had managed to contain himself well until now, he set limits and stopped thinking about you talking to other girls, but sometimes, certain nights, when the memory of you It tormented him, he couldn't resist massaging himself thinking about you.

He shifted in his seat, but he was already tense enough and having you around wasn't helping him.

“I'm dying of sleep,” he whispered, interrupting your conversation. “I think I better go.”

You looked at the clock and got up to stop him. It was too late, you were worried that he would leave in the middle of the night, plus you didn't want to accept it, but you enjoyed his company more than you should.

"Stay"

Mingi could have refused and stopped the trouble he had started having in his pants, but seeing the way your eyebrows furrowed and your lips curled he didn't find the courage to say no.

After leaving him a pillow and some blankets, Mingi prepared to get comfortable on the couch. The lights went out and he closed his eyes to avoid thinking about the smell you had left in the room.

You went to your room and lay down on the bed trying to fall asleep, but something kept you restless. You shifted on the bed until you felt something under you and you pulled it out, embarrassed for forgetting that you had the dildo hidden.

Suddenly the idea that you had had from the beginning came back, you still felt tense and you knew that you wouldn't be able to sleep well tonight, but a part of you was fighting to contain itself, you were not alone and you liked the idea that Mingi could hear you, but you liked it. You were sure that he wouldn't like someone older like you, plus he was your brother's friend.

You closed your eyes, everything was silent, it seemed as if no one was around. You bit your lip and without thinking much you opened your legs, moving your hand down your abdomen until you reached your clothed pussy. You ran your fingers gently over your clit, rubbing it in circles and sank further into the bed.

You slowly increased your movements as you felt your slickness seeping through the fabric. You bit your lips and closed your eyes imagining that your fingers were someone else's as you took off your shorts and directly touched your soaked pussy, forgetting a little that you were not alone and you moaned.

Mingi was restless and although he tried to sleep he was distracted when he heard a strange noise, at first he was scared thinking it was something but when he heard it repeated constantly, curiosity took over him. He got up and walked silently to your room where something could be heard on the other side. A ragged breath and moans reached his head causing him to freeze with his hand on the door.

He rubbed his eyes thinking that he was still dreaming, but when another moan was heard he couldn't do anything. His entire body tensed and he felt a slight pressure in his crotch that wanted to be addressed, his head was hallucinating and his senses had stopped working. It was wrong to stay and listen to you but he couldn't move. He sighed, running his hand over his pants as he pressed his ear to the door and held onto his cock.

It wasn't enough, he needed to see how you gave yourself pleasure, to see how you moaned and joined your fingers up to the knuckles in your pussy. He bit his lip, doubting whether he should turn the knob, but his instincts seemed to react first and he just peeked through the small crack.

Your back was arched and your legs were shaking as your fingers pumped your pussy over and over again, you moaned desperately, biting the sheets to try to silence yourself. Mingi stayed still recording that image in his head for later but when he saw your shiny pussy and your heavy breathing he couldn't contain himself and let out a loud moan.

You had been aware that you might wake Mingi up, but that was your plan and when you heard footsteps outside you moaned louder for him to open the door, you smiled when you heard the low squeak and arched your back sticking your fingers into your pussy, you were close and Knowing that he was watching you helped you elevate the sensation, letting your pleasure release with one last moan.

“Mingi…”

The boy stopped his movements holding his breath, had you moaned his name? What should he do? Have you seen it? Should he run away? but he couldn't answer any of that when he saw your silhouette moving on the bed.

“I know you're behind the door.” Mingi still didn't move, trying to process everything you said, but he wasn't expecting your words. “Are you going to watch or come help me?”

Mingi's head spun, he must have been dreaming, there were no more explanations. The way everything was being too good couldn't be true, but, if it wasn't true it didn't matter at all, right?

Mingi hesitated for a moment, fighting in his head and shouting that this was wrong, that you were his friend's sister, but he gathered his courage and opened the door completely. You smiled when you saw him, leaning on your elbows to notice how his eyes roamed around your naked body you opened your legs even more, letting him see every part of your pussy and you bit your mouth as you watched him run his tongue over his lips.

“Did you plan all this on purpose?” His voice became deep and his eyes darkened a little as they met yours as you closed your legs and stood up to walk to where he was.

His eyes didn't leave your body the entire time, he was fighting not to grab you and throw you onto the bed, but he remained calm when he felt your hand on his cheek. He squeezed his eyes shut as you ran your fingers over his lips giving him a small taste of your taste.

“You should apologize for invading my privacy darling” you saw him salivate and as he parted his lips to lick the tips of your fingers “you're a bad boy” you continued putting your fingers in his mouth when he started breathing harder and harder.

“I'm sorry,” he whispered, connecting his gaze with yours for a moment and moving away a little.

“Show me,” you said, standing on tiptoe to be at the height of his mouth. “Show how sorry you are.”

Mingi didn't wait any longer and he left all doubtful thoughts of him behind. He grabbed your waist and brought your bodies together while he kissed your mouth.

You moaned in surprise, letting him take you to the bed, letting his hands run over your butt and squeeze it hard.

You leaned your head back and arched your body as his mouth descended on your neck and you felt him mark your skin with soft bites. You ran your hands over his chest trying to get rid of his shirt but before you could do anything he threw you on the bed and placed himself on top of you.

His eyes were lost in yours for a moment before he placed short kisses on your breasts, sucking on the skin and passing his tongue over your nipples, making your skin crawl. You let yourself be carried away by the sensation of his mouth slowly going down your abdomen until it reached your thighs and you felt his hands caress the inside of your legs, playing a little with your pussy.

“Min…”

“I want to know every part of your splendid body” he whispered as he brought his mouth closer to the middle of your legs “I want to taste you and feel the pleasure through you” his words made you sigh, no one had ever spoken to you that way.

There was no time to respond when you let out a moan as you felt his tongue in your pussy, your back arched as he began to play with your clit and his fingers caressed your entrance. You felt like you were pressing against nothing and you were already feeling the rush inside you from the overstimulation. You grabbed his hair, urging him to continue licking your pussy and you felt his tongue go faster when he inserted a finger to add to your pleasure but it was not enough.

You closed your legs, crushing his head in between but Mingi didn't complain, he felt like he was in heaven when he felt your flesh crushing him at the same time he tasted your slick. His tongue was fast and his finger lightly touched your g-spot making it torture, tears gathered on your face as you felt so close to orgasm, but suddenly everything stopped.

Mingi withdrew knowing that he couldn't stand it any longer with his cock in his pants either. You saw him undress and you did not hide your astonishment when you saw his worked body, but what surprised you the most was his cock. The tip of it was red and leaking precum and you couldn't help but lick your lips, which he noticed making his cock even harder.

“Fuck me” Mingi smiled, leaning over you, taking the base of his cock and passing it over your clit. “Please…” he left the tip at your entrance and focused on your face while he grabbed your hips tightly and slowly introduced his thick cock inside you making you moan from feeling so full.

“Fuck… it feels so good” Mingi moaned when he saw their joined bodies. He leaned over you and wiped away a tear you had shed, pressing his lips together in a passionate kiss, feeling his tongue and your taste in your mouth.

His hands caressed the outside of your legs and lowered them to your thighs to raise one leg over his body and let it rest on one of his shoulders.

He grabbed your legs and smiled before starting to move his hips crashing against yours, you moaned into his mouth as you felt his cock throb through you. You placed your hands on his shoulders and dug your nails into his skin as he picked up a faster pace.

Mingi could die right now, he had dreamed about you so many times and now that he was buried deep inside your tight pussy he felt like he was in fucking hell. His body was burning and he could only focus on the image of your face while he watched your marked tits bounce with each thrust. He couldn't stand it for long if you continued to squeeze him like that.

“I'm close,” he whispered, feeling his cock throb.

You looked at his body for a moment, taking in his muscles and the small beads of sweat on his chest.

“Do it, I want all of you Min” your warm voice combined with the nickname made Mingi tremble and leave your legs, you received him in your chest as you felt the client liquid seeping inside you.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and stroked his hair, letting yourself be carried away by the feeling of his semen spilling down your thighs.

Silence took over the room for a moment, you kept your eyes closed feeling Mingi's body on yours and her breath on your neck. You weren't sure how this would change the relationship you had with him and how it would affect his relationship with your Yunho, but you didn't want to think about that now.

“Min…” the boy raised his head, resting his hands on the sides of your head.

“I know…” they both looked at each other sharing the blame for a moment until he caressed your cheek “we should go take a shower” he confessed making you laugh a little to cut the tension of the moment.

“Okay” you held hands as you walked, you stood on your tiptoes and pressed yourself against his lips “only if you promise to fuck me again pretty boy”

“You're corrupting me,” Mingi blurted out so seriously with red cheeks that you almost forgot the way he had just fucked you in bed.

They laughed on their way to the bathroom without hearing any of the forgotten ringing phones while Yunho sighed angrily at the missed calls they left him.

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goldsbitch · 4 months

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That one missed lecture

part 3 to That one Christmas flight

summary: After a missed moment, both parties are trying to contemplate what to do next.

warnings: crushing hard, cheesy af, swear words I guess, typos probably, slow burn let's just admit that

"A what?"

Surely she must have misheard Teresa. Yes. Lando has been on Y/N's mind so much these past few days that she has officially lost it.

"Sorry, not what. Who?"

"I dunno, apparently this like formula racer or something. I don't really understand it - so like we were at Al Bricco right, as usual. And there was this guy who seemed to be super into that sport and he totally freaked out. Like, the racer guy just went in and immediately left, kind of embarrassing. He like proper asked for a photo and shit. And after the racer guy left, this dude was so high off that he paid for everyone's drinks at the bar. Was nice! Shame you had the thing you had, or whatever."

Yes. Or whatever. Y/N made up some excuse for last evening, so mundane even she forgot what it was.

It was Monday afternoon after the Imola weekend. The philosophy lesson was about to start in few minutes. Y/N cursed Teresa for keeping this one tiny detail about yesterday. For fuck's sake, they'd already had two classes together today! Plenty of opportunity to mention this. Nobody famous ever came to Bologna. Y/N would expect Teresa to make it a bigger deal. But then again, usually it would not be a big deal for neither of you.

"Yeah, shame I didn't order a bottle instead of a glass," Teresa proclaimed.

"Did you see him? The racer guy?"

"Yeah. He looked like a guy, honestly nothing special about him."

"Do you know like his name or the team?"

"No, the fuck would I know that. You're focusing on the wrong thing - you missed a fun night with free drinks."

Y/N felt like her mind just got the DRS.

There were 20 drivers on the grid - the chances were low. Y/N overcame her initial shock and tried to focus on the lecture that was about to start.

For some reason Hegel's Lord-bondsman dialectic was not able to win in the battle for Y/N's attention today. Since Teresa was of little help, Y/N turned to social media. Surely, this fan must have shared his photo online. And then, once she finally discovers the photo of Ocon or Tsunoda, she will be abel to return back to her actual real problems instead of her schoolgirl crush.

They say if you need to find the "corpus delicti" these days, ask a woman to scan social media. Source more powerful than FBI.

Y/N had to excuse herself after staring at a photo of Lando's fake smile while standing in her favorite bar. Pacing around was required right now. After all, show us a problem that can't be fixed by maniacally walking around the block seven hundred times.

In her favorite bar. Lando was in her bar. In a bar, where she would have been, hadn't it been for her actually trying to track down Lando. Out of all the places on this gigantic planet. In. Her. Favorite. Bar. Must have been some random game of destiny. Y/N was getting real mad at destiny. She cursed the stupid Christmas tradition, she cursed ever getting herself involved with formula 1.

She cursed herself for missing him. In both meanings of the word.

Lando forgot when exactly had his burner account turned completely Bologna centered. But it was impossible to escape that city. So he decided to leave that account be for a while.

His fitness trainer must have been happy with him. Lando burned his the tension and confused mix of feelings in his session like his life depended on it. He went on to stream in his free time to check in on his friends, who seemed a bit confused on where his head had been lately. In the course of few days, life got back on track. Y/N slowly leaving his mind and he parting with it peacefully. Yet every was covered under a gray cloud of nothingness.

It was a simulator day for him. He was supposed be testing new configurations. Lando was never really good at simulators, it completely lacked the realness of it, so he had to push himself to stay professional and be a proper teammate.

"I'm just not sure about this breaking set up," he commented quietly, perhaps even more to himself than others after missing another turn. His engineer however picked up on it and started to get into super detailed explanation on why they wanted him to use this configuration and did not fail to mention how great it job it did for Oscar this morning. Lando simply nodded and did not bother to engage in eye contact. He was in no mood for this debate and kept staring at the screen. Just let it all flow by him. This engineer had been on the team for quite some time, so he did not hesitate to try and cheer him up.

"Come on, man. You can't just sit there. The car won't start if you don't go for it, you know?" he said as a joke. When Lando did not respond, he began to second guess his judgement. "Or we could just take a break, what ever suits you."

Lando took a deep breath. "No, you're right. I can't just sit here and do nothing." He turned to his engineer with a different more energetic look. "When I crash, we just start again next time, am I right?"

"That's my boy!"

Y/N woke up the next morning to suspiciously large amount of notifications on her Instagram account. Someone liked every single one of her pictures and few of those where she was tagged and commented on one of her selfies "nice". Curious to what this was about, she went and checked the profile out. The only thing present on it was a black and white photo with some random numbers and letters. Ok, so nothing. Just some random weirdo or a drunken joke of one the uni friends. Because for a single moment she allowed her intrusive thoughts in - and expected Lando's account to be the one liking it.

Contemplating breaking the rule and reaching out to him was the only thing occupying her yesterday's evening. But what good would that do, his account probably being run by some PR people who would dismiss it as just another fangirl trying her chances. She thought a photo might be more helpful, but it was just the same thing all over again. No, she missed her chance and it was time to start moving on.

Her usual morning brain fog breaking espresso at a coffee bar in the centre did it's job well. A lot of paragraphs she was due to write were waiting on her. Only one lecture in the afternoon. A nice calm day to spend in one of the libraries. She loved Bologna. Great food and ever-present history has cured many crushes through out the ages.

"also nice" -another notification from the same account. Y/N contemplated blocking it, but it just seemed rude, so she just silenced her phone.

When took her phone out to listen to some music on the way to her lecture, she had three more comment.

"very nice" -appeared under a photo from one of her dinner parties with the local students.

"why no smile?" -it was a selfie, so what?

"thought you were the smart one, but starting to doubt that" - written under a random photo of Bologna's stunning libraries. So what, she enjoyed aesthetics too.

The one comment questioning her brain capacity stuck in head whole the way to her lecture. What the fuck was that about. Why was anyone spending their time so uselessly. The only thing on that profile was picture with some JL043 mash of letters. She had more important things to do.

A loud ding of her comments notification interrupted the lecture in the middle of it. She gave an apologetic look to her already grumpy professor.

"check my followers"

She sighed. That's it, she'll have a look and then block this asshole out.

Her heart sank when she saw that the only account this one was following was the Japan Airlines. JL043. The Christmas flight.

Y/N has already left one lecture because of Lando this week, so she was not about to it for the second time. But she might have as well done that, seeing she would not have been able to repeat a single point from this lecture.

Lando was not a patient man. Especially not after he has decided on something. And he decided on contacting Y/N. With the newfound fire in his veins, another burner account was created - can't let her see he was following every single one of her friends, bit weird. Well, once you've started you might as well finish it. Lando was happy that he did not posses any serial killer tendencies.

He was also a cheeky boy, not about to make it easy for anyone. Had to be fun.

So he liked all her pictures and put few comments. When she did not respond immediately in the morning, he continued. And again, and again. In the later afternoon, Y/N's account followed his and smile on Lando's face followed after that.

A message appeared shortly after.

"Hey you..."

part 4

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Tagged all those who like to suffer: @prudyhoo @anuksunamon @sagestack @esquerkaren @ushygushybaby @ilove-tswizzle @thehufflepuffavenger1 @superlegend216

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thefiery-phoenix · 7 months

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YANDERE DRACO MALFOY HEADCANONS

Although Draco and Lucius are somewhat alike with their arrogant and pompous nature, he's a tad bit more softer to his lover and more.. understanding and caring than his dad

You won't even know he has an obsession with you and even he won't know it at first either. He hates the way you talk, laugh and smile since it always makes his heart race and stomach erupt with butterflies in a frenzy. And he despises it even more when you hang out with Harry, Ron and Hermione even more. He won't be too mean to you compared to them but you'll arrive at the conclusion that he hates you. But it's quite different actually

He'll be angry with himself for falling in love with you and even more so when he grows and becomes obsessed with you. He'll be staring at you during classes and during breakfast, lunch and dinner and he'll be showing off and bragging more around you to get your attention. You might be thinking that he's most probably planning to target someone to be their next victim of amusement or something but he's been watching you all along and noticing your every move. The way your graceful body moved and your long and lovely veela hair flowed around your shoulders and the way your eyes sparkled with joy when you were discussing about your favorite subject. Crabbe and Goyle might tease him about it till he tells them to shut TF up and Pansy might be a bit jealous of you but she'll move on. As for Zabini, well... he won't really care in any way

Draco is quite the stalker, no doubt about that. He'll be stalking you from the shadows or make other people stalk and follow you and tell him what you've been up to. He'll like tormenting and bullying you even more so but why does his throat clench and heart twist so much when he sees tears in your eyes or when you look and stare at him with a pained and hurt expression on your face?

Draco isn't one to show emotions and affection just yet. His way of showing love and affection towards his darling might raise a few eyebrows but that doesn't mean he doesn't care about you, of course he does! He just has a different way of showing it, that's all, but he'll stop after a while when he comes to know his feelings of love for you are really deep

He will do his best to make you think he's good and change your mind about him. You might think it's all a trick just for him to start tormenting you and bullying you all over again but it's not that at all, he just needs another chance to prove he's good and for you to love him! He might act like one god damn Tsundere but inside he'll literally be screaming 'NOTICE ME!!!!' Even if you look at him and give him some reaction be it good or bad, his day will be made like no joke. He LIVES for attention from you and that's also the reason why he keeps creating scenes where you're close just so you can witness the whole thing (I Don't know why this is making me laugh XD *WHEEZE*). Other people won't be so safe from not even his own people from his house! Be it Gryffindors, Ravenclaws or Hufflepuffs or even Slytherins for that matter, anyone else talks to you too long for his liking will be pulled aside by him for a little 'chat' till they run away crying or screaming or hexed

When you finally accept him, he'll be over the moon soaring in pleasure in joy and will make sure you become his lover in no time. He's selfish and will want MORE of your affection whether or not you're willing to give it. He might even ask someone turn him into a ferret just so you could pet him or laugh, he lives for such things. Draco will literally spoil you, taking you out frequently to the 3 broomsticks or Madam Puddifoot's teashop for some delicious warm Butterbeer, Honeydukes where you can enjoy that new candy they just got and he'll even buy you a quill from the quill shop there. He'll share his things with you when he gets parcels from his parents. He'll be really clingy to you and if you ask him to leave you alone for a while he will but he'll be back later. Oh, and as for Peeves, he doesn't dare to mess with you, not after Draco threatened him. I don't know what Peeves is scared of but whatever he did actually worked. And he'll also have Crabbe and Goyle carry your bags or things if you're feeling tired or he might do it himself to show you how strong and capable he is of taking care of you

Now when it comes to rivals, he'll just hex them and threaten them to stay TF away from you or he'll end up killing them. And he'll kidnap you later on but don't worry, he'll treat you really well. Unless you make him mad and call him a monster and all that. He'll be really sad and as much as he doesn't want to punish you, you have to be disciplined and so, he might lock you in a room and maybe mess with your dreams a bit that make you running back into his arms since he's skilled at Occlumency as well. He'll be smug inside that you're finally coming around and he'll stroke your hair and whisper how he'll always love you and nothing can ever separate the 2 of you. He'll be putty in your hands if you show hi affection and he'll give you anything and everything you could every want

As long as he has you by his side at the end of the day, that's all that matters. Anyone else doesn't matter in this world now, only YOU hold a special place in his heart

#yandere harry potter #yandere harry potter x reader #yandere harry potter characters x reader #yandere draco malfoy #yandere draco malfoy x reader #yandere draco malfoy scenarios #yandere draco malfoy oneshots #yandere draco malfoy headcanons #yandere draco malfoy imagines #yandere draco malfoy x reader scenarios #dark draco malfoy #dark draco malfoy x reader #dark draco malfoy imagines #dark draco malfoy headcanons

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tic-loud-tic-proud · 9 months

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10 Tips for people with klazomania (screaming tics)

1, and this is one that has changed my life: if you have very frequent shouting/screaming tics, DO VOCAL WARMUPS! I used to consistently lose my voice at the end of every day before I started doing this. There are plenty of short and simple warmup tutorials online- find one that works for you!

2, if you live in an apartment building, make sure to tell your neighbors. You don't need to explicitly tell them you have TS, but make sure they know you make loud sounds frequently so they're not concerned. Putting a sign on your door also works. Remember: in the USA it is illegal for landlords to evict someone solely because of a disability.

3, if you're heading off to college and plan on living in a dormitory you might want to request not having a roommate. If you are already diagnosed with a tic disorder, it should be easy to do this through your college's disability services office. If you would like to have a roommate make sure they understand your tics.

4, if you are planning on going out (to a restaurant, theme park, museum, etc.) you might want to call the staff of the location to inform them you have tics a few days before. I usually call ahead to restaurants to let them know about my klazomania and coprolalia tics and I've found that doing so makes it easier for both parties.

5, going off of 4, if you're going to a theme park or large museum and plan to suppress at least part of the time, get a map and mark off secluded places where you can safely let your tics out.

6, if you'd like you can bring a stuffed animal out in public with you: both for emotional support and to muffle the sound of loud tics.

7, if you're a middle or high school student, email your teachers to let them know about your tics. If you have moderate/severe tics it was very important to me that I gave a presentation to each of my classes at the beginning of each semester to teach them about my TS. Another accommodation that I got in high school was being allowed to zoom into my classes instead of attending in person: So on bad tic days I would stay home, and my teachers would broadcast the class over zoom for me.

8, drink lots of water and purchase a humidifier if possible. At the end of a long day drinking fluid and being in a more humid environment will help to soothe your voice. Herbal tea with honey or mild broths can also help soothe your voice!

9, have a good network of friends who understand and support you. This is no easy feat and can take years but it will have a huge impact on your quality of life. Join a support group (IRL or online) to talk to other people with tics who understand what you're going through, and find people who share your hobbies and interests!

10, remember that your tics don't define who you are! It is not your fault that you have tics, and you are not doing them on purpose. Don't feel guilty for something you have no control over. You deserve to live a happy and fulfilling life just like anyone else!

#as usual if you have more tips please add them #tourettes #tourette syndrome #actuallytourettes #tourettic #tic disorder #tics #neurodivergent #tic tips #tourettes support #klazomania #screaming tics #disability #functional neurological disorder #fnd #pans/pandas #pans/pandas/bge

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chrimsss · 8 months

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A Tall Manager -

Some teams and how they would be with a tall (betwen 175 to 180cm) beautiful manager.

The teams include: Karasuno, Aoba Johsai/Seijoh, Shiratorizawa and Fukurodani.

Note: This is another random idea i had and had a beautiful, amazing friend choose the teams for me :)) this was written at 3am and its rushed, I'm sorry.

Might have some grammatical mistakes or mispellings, sorry for those- LONG POST!

Pronouns: You, implied as female.

Karasuno (Height: 177cm) -

You're a 1st year, in Class 5.

Which also means you share a class with the one and only, Yachi Hitoka.

You both first talk was due to a project you two needed to do together and she was utterly scared about your height.

But you quickly surprised her with a friendly nature, almost like an older sister. Yachi grew close to you rather fast.

So it was no surprise when she asked you to come with her to the school gym, after class.

"Hum? Why, are you going to train for something?"

"NO, I TOLD A BEAUTY THAT I WOULD JOIN HER CLUB ACCIDENTALLY AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO, PLEASE (Y/N)!"

"A beauty? what..."

Despite that, you decided to follow her anyways.

Arriving at the gym, it was clear both you and Yachi gained the attention of almost all boys in the gym, which was somewhat understandable, since we have this 149cm cute girl and 177cm pretty girl.

Kiyoko was the first to walk towards you both, greeting Yachi before going to you with a friendly welcoming and asking if you were to join as a third manager. Now you understand how Yachi couldn't say no.

Daichi, Suga and Asahi were the next to introduce. They all were really sweet to you, although Suga were jokingly disappointed at you being taller than him while being a 1st year, which made you laugh a bit.

Ennoshita, Kinoshita and Narita were the next ones, all also very kind, but in a more quieter way. Kinoshite also joked a bit, asking what you did to get so tall, since you were taller than him. His only answer was a slap at the back of his head by Ennoshita.

Nishinoya and Tanaka, were... something else. When you first introduced yourself, they were both dead silent, almost as stones statues, that also scared the other 2nd years, before tears appeared in their eyes. They were just happy of having 3 different managers. You could also hear Tanaka commenting something about "School's Beauty" and "Nekoma", but you weren't too sure.

Hinata and Yamaguchi were both stunned by you, a small blush in their faces while you looked at both of them with a bright smile. Hinata started jumping up and down, greeting you and commenting about your height in a non-malicious way, to which you tried to answer truthfully. As for Yamaguchi, he let out a small compliment, shocking himself, but your only response was a compliment about his freckles.

Tsukishima and Kageyama were... Indifferent. Of course, Kageyama was surprised about your height for some time since you were almost his height, but it quickly drew away. Tsukishima knew about you, since you were in a College Prep Class as well, so he somewhat respected you, but he really didn't care about your height or anything.

After that day, you were now officially a Manager for the Crows. And, even though you were almost the same height or taller than most of them, they were still protective of you, just like they were towards the other 2 managers.

But, to be honest, you wouldn't have it any other way.

Aoba Johsai/Seijoh (Height: 179cm) -

You were a 2nd Year, in Class 6.

You sit right beside the sweet Libero for the Volleyball Team, Shinji Watari.

He was pretty surprised about your height, he wasn't short in anyway, being 171cm, but he could feel shorter beside your 179cm self.

You both were "seatmates" since the first day of 2nd year, and just clicked as friends.

After the volleyball team's practice match against Karasuno, Shinji constantly heard his captain commenting something about Karasuno's Manager and Seijoh's Lack of one.

So, one day, while both of you were quietly eating during lunch, he asked you the infamous question;

"(Y/N)-chan, do you have a club yet?"

"Hum? No, my last club was full this time."

"Would you like to join our club as a manager?"

To say you were surprised was an understatement, but you still agreed about it.

After school, you found yourself a bit nervous, you knew their volleyball team was strong and a powerhouse, so a small wave of anxiety filled you but Shinji was quick to calm down your nerves.

Arriving at the Gym, you took quick notice or the spacious place and all the players around, who seemed to be doing their own things.

The coaches already knew why you were there for, so he called out all of his team players, who were quick to notice the pretty girl standing besides their Libero.

The Third Years all had different reactions, and it kinda shocked you: Oikawa was the first one, greeting you with a sweet smile and also a wink, that took you by surprise, but a ball on his head was enough to make him drop the "flirtatious boy" act. Iwaizumi was the next one, the one who gave you a proper welcoming, glaring down at his captain. Matsukawa and Hanamaki, however, instead of introducing themselves first, their first reaction was compare you and the Ace height, while holding a bit of laugh, this making Iwaizumi angry and you a bit surprised.

Yahaba was another one who tried to flirt, but just looking at your sweet smile was enough to make the boy weak and stutter a bit before recovering his posture.

Kyotani completely ignored you, at first, but was forced by a certain Setter (read: Yahaba) to be kind and introduce himself. However, instead of the introduction, his first reaction was to ask how did you get this tall, boy was genuinely curious. Also, you were 0.2cm taller than him, he was insistent to know the "truth".

The First Year also had unique reactions: While Kindaichi was bit red on his face while staring at you, Kunimi were just staring uninterested and kinda tired from all his training, that didn't stop him from being kind to you when you first introduced yourself.

Needless to say, they all accepted you pretty fast as they first manager. Iwaizumi was quick to teach you how to throw a ball at your captain's head. Matsukawa and Hanamaki were also quick to put you in their group chat, where they would post random memes.

Now its a routine for you, Shinji and the other two 2nd years to have lunch together.

Also, the next time Seijoh went against Karasuno, Oikawa was fast to brag about you, as their manager, to his precious kouhai, who was utterly confused about the situation.

Shiratorizawa (Height: 175cm) -

You were a 2nd year, in class 5.

Now this one is a bit different, you and Taichi were close friends before High School, meeting each other in middle school and it kinda just clicked as best friends.

This one, instead of Taichi calling you, you were the one to initiate the conversation. The main problem was the coach, who highly believed you would be a distraction for the boys.

It took some while to convince the coach, to even have the thought of giving you a chance, but seeing how some of them were alreayd distracting themselves with filling bottles and other stuff, instead of training was enough to make him agree.

So, one day, after school you found yourself standing on the doors, staring a bit dreamily around the gym and noticing the team players.

Look, you aren't short in the slightest, but being around this team makes you feel tiny. Their shortest members are around 174cm, for god's sake.

Taichi was the first one to notice you, jogging, mid training, to talk to you, and this quickly caught the attention of his teammates.

"Could this be? Taichi's girlfriend?~"

"Tendou, I don't think we should be meddling with our kouhai's love life."

"Are you telling me you aren't also curious Semi-Semi?"

"..."

Be glad the Coach was busy that time.

Anyway, while the third years talked like you weren't there, Taichi was quick to introduce you to his teammates.

First person you met was Goshiki, he seemed a bit nervous and serious around you, but still did a fast introduction and talking about how he was going to be Shiratorizawa's Next Ace, to which you just smiled brightly and agreed with him. Kai and Yusho, the next ones, were a bit in the back, but you still greeted both of them in a friendly manner, making a small blue appear at their face.

Shirabu, seemed a bit annoyed since you were 0.2cm taller than him, but was quickly subdued since you were really friendly to him. He seemed indifferent, but having someone sweet yet not overwhelming was good for his soul.

Then, you get the 3rd years. Hayato was the first upperclasmen to greet you, making a small joke about you being taller to him, which made you giggle a bit. Reon were also really sweet with you and promised to help you around the gym whenever needed, although you couldn't take his offer.

Semi was a bit more quiet about it, but he was glad to have a manager to help with certain 'trivial' things, since he was one of the main 'workers' there. If you like music, he would be quick to recommend multiple songs for your playlist.

Tendou was the sweetest one, instead of just a normal greeting, he would go directly for a quick hug; If you were uncomfortable with the situation, he would be quick to break from the hug and apologize, giving a proper introduction. If you were to return his hug, you are now officially adopted by him, that's it.

Ushijima was a bit more complicated. While he was staring you down, he introduced himself and welcoming you to the team officially. He seemed a bit blunt, but you were quick to notice that this wasn't in a malicious way. So you took his encouragement and tips to heart whenever doing your managerial work.

In all fairness, this team would act like they didn't need a manager first but with you there, their tactics were more calculated and they stuff was more organized, so they were pretty happy with you there.

Also, when you first met Oikawa, he was exteemely annoyed at the fact that Shiratorizawa had a manager before him. Ushijima was quick to throw his famous infamous catchphrase, annoying the setter even more.

Fukurodani (Height: 180cm) -

You are a first year, but this time, you didn't share class with anyone else on the team.

You trial as Manager was one of an accident.

You were walking around the schoolz trying to evade as many people as possible, you accidentally bumped into one of the volleyball managers, who seemed to be in a hurry, with you both falling to the ground.

Before you could even say anything, she quickly got up and apologize, picking up some papers she scattered around and then running away. What she failed to notice was one last paper laying beside you.

"Volleyball Trial Manager Sheet".

While in class now, you stared at the paper, a bit curious about it. You knew the volleyball team had alreayd 2 managers, so they wouldn't really need another one right? But you also remembered that they were both 3rd years and this was their last year, what if the team doesn't have another manager?

These thought plagued in your mind for the entire day and took one of your parents to convince you to finally join it.

The next day, you decided to join during morning practice, rapidly noticing they were in a rally, so you just stayed at the door, trying not to disturb the team. But a hand on your shoulder made you turn around, noticing the Coach with a small smile.

He then entered the gym, clapling to get his students attention, which was a success but their attention was fast towards you. You introduced yourself kinda nervous about the sittuation but still holding your place.

Yukie and Kaori were the first to go to you. They were really happy to have another manager with them, and kept complimenting your height, which made you a bit bashed.

The first years were a bit in shock about your height. Anahori was a bit intimated but curious, but he also hold onto his comments to himself, scared that it could offend you in any way, to which you quickly denied, saying you didn't mind. Onaga was also surprised, he didn't have to look down too much to talk to you and that was a relief for his neck. He was also happy you didn't mess his name like his classmates.

Komi and Konoha were a bit in shock, their new manager was taller than them in unique levels, but they were really gentle with their greetings even joking a bit about stealing your height to play.

Sarukui was one of the calm ones, he was kinda surprised about looking at you in the eyes without bending his neck, but nonetheless he was happy about having another manager happy. He was also grateful about you not commenting on his mouth unnecessarily, that has happened way too much.

Washio was somewhat indifferent about it. He was surprised a bit but didn't have anything to comment much, since he knew height was something uncontrollable. As being a manager, he was glad to see the team would have someone trustworthy as their manager for two more years when the other 2 graduates.

Now, here comes the complicated part. Bokuto for you was an enigma, he was blunt about his question and commentaries about your height, but you knew there was no ill intent in his words. But after it cooled down, he was fast to ask you about volleyball and what you knew.

When you first found out about his Emo Modd, you were taken aback, since how could someone lively be so quiet?

Akasshi, the sweet boy he is, thanked you a lot almost daily, since your praises were quick to take Bokuto out of his Emo Mode, thus taking a lot of stress out of him. He was also the most helpful one, he would always take the boxes from you hand, yadda, yadda.

Overall, Fukurodani were pretty shocked about your height but these sweet boys were nothing but sweet.

Also, Bokuto bragged about you being a Manager to his cat friend, who at first thought was a lie but was quickly shut off by your tall stature cheering for Bokuto.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #karasuno x reader #seijoh x reader #aoba johsai x reader #shiratorizawa x reader #fukurodani x reader #my writing

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merakiui · 4 months

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mera i hope you don’t mind answering and giving us some tmdg lore but when did tmdg jade started falling in love with reader and how did it happen???

:D omg I don't mind sharing tmdg lore at all!! I'd love to! Thank you for asking! <3

I like to imagine Jade had a slight interest in you throughout the happenings of book three, but it eventually wanes once everything is resolved and the two of you go your separate ways. But then you're visiting the lounge nearly every day after class to admire Floyd, and Jade puts two and two together to ascertain your reasons for appearing so frequently. He's amused at first, but then there's that clinical side of him that needs to know why. And then there are also the times he catches you outside of the lounge. Keenly observant, Jade starts taking note of your habits and the people you often hang around. While you're busy chasing Floyd, Jade's doing his own little investigation to understand you. I imagine it looks something like this:

I think there isn't an exact moment to detail when Jade fell in love with you because it wasn't a "love at first sight" type of admiration. It developed over the course of his stalking and working out what type of person you are. Jade finds your obsessive passion so attractive because he's also obsessively passionate about the things he likes, so he's immediately whipped for that quality. He mostly pines from afar, though, which is why (at the beginning of the story) the both of you are mere acquaintances. But he does indeed fall even deeper for you as the story progresses, which you can see in his subtle actions. <3

Although it is fun to imagine your interactions with him before the events of tmdg! Thinking about you and Jade being lab partners..... T_T you are such a volatile duo. Jade probably had all of these headcanons for you in his mind, so when he actually interacts with you and realizes you're not the "shy, lovestruck, and submissive human" he headcanoned you as (but rather this fiery, passionate, determined human)....... he falls harder than he did when he was learning to walk on land for the first time. orz

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Sweet Venom | Heeseung

Fallen Angel! Heeseung x Reader | Oneshot

SYNOPSIS. Unbeknownst to you, one of your fellow classmates happens to be your guardian angel. He watches over you silently, as he is to never interfere with your life’s path. He was sent to protect you. Alas, Heeseung seems to have tabled his duties after your classmate Jay starts getting too close for comfort.

PAIRING. Fallen Angel Heeseung x Reader

GENRE. slight angst, possessive Heesung, strangers to friends to lovers

WARNINGS. Violence, Profanity, Implied/NSFW, Death, Religious Aspects (not really but)

WORD COUNT. 4.5k

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“I would give up heaven if I had to, just to get another taste of your sweet venom.”

"I really don't wanna go to this lecture," you whined, taking sloppy steps as your friend Gaeul pulled you behind her.

"We have an exam in this class soon! I don't wanna be responsible for helping you cram a day before." She shook her head, drawing her lips into a thin line.

The two of you hurried to your seats and set down your belongings. The professor hadn't arrived yet, so you both had time to take a breather.

"I hate this fucking class." you groaned, slumping back into your chair while holding your head in your hands. Gaeul nods in agreement, "Literally no one cares about statistics, but we need this class to graduate."

You exchanged a blunt look with Gaeul. She was right, but that didn't make you want to be here any more than you already did. As the professor made his way toward the front of the classroom, you noted a presence settling beside you.

"Oh! Hey Jay." Gaeul gave him a little smile, waving her hand in his direction.

“Ready to be bored to death for an hour?” Jay snickers, elbowing you softly. The class began and the three of you did your best to at least try to understand the professor. He might as well have been a broken record from how much information he repeated, you weren’t complaining though. Less to study, less to remember. The clock hit 11:00 and the students arose from their seats. You stretched out your arms above you, a small yawn escaping through your lips.

“Lunch?” Gaeul pointed toward you and Jay, motioning in the direction of the dining hall.

“Down,” You replied, settling your backpack strap onto your shoulder. Jay nodded along, following after you and Gaeul.

Most of the students had cleared the lecture hall at this point, however, Heeseung remained seated. His eyes trailed toward where you exited, and he let out a long sigh. His duty was quite simple. As your guardian angel, he must protect you. Granted, he cannot save you from the petty day-to-day interactions however, he does his best to try and steer you away from trouble. He’s already been reprimanded for interjecting himself a little too much in your life, but Heeseung ignored his superiors' comments. He had not broken the golden rule of all guardians: You shall not directly place yourself into your human’s life. Heeseung would never be able to talk to you, sit next to you, interact with you, or anything. He was bitter. As much as he loved being your angel, he wanted to be more to you. He had such a burning passion for you, and he doubted anyone else could match his efforts. You were perfect, in his eyes.

Heeseung decided to get up, trudging toward your dining area. His expression was anything but pleased. He couldn’t stand sitting afar, watching as you and Jay shared a conversation. Even from a distance, he could still see how your eyes twinkled with playful mischief. How you smiled so brightly, full of pure joy. The way the corners of your lips would curve upward before you laughed at something Gaeul said.

This was his life. Doomed to watch over you for the rest of his life, without being able to admire you for himself. He hated it. He hated to admit that he was jealous of some worthless human. A long sigh escaped his lungs as his fingers scrunched his hair into a messy fistful. He shook his head, eliminating these thoughts from his mind. He shouldn’t be thinking about this. He shouldn’t be thinking about you. He was your angel, and that was all he would ever be to you.

The day went on and you attended the rest of your usual classes. Luckily, a professor had cancelled your afternoon class due to roadwork. You silently pumped your fist beside you, thanking the universe that you could leave early.

Heeseung eyes crinkled into tiny crescents and chuckled to himself, you were just too cute.

You snacked on some food you brought on your way to the dorms, humming to yourself. Fortunately for you, your campus was on the smaller side. The walk was manageable, and you honestly enjoyed it. It was nice to get a breath of fresh air after being holed up in classrooms for hours.

You made it to the main campus crosswalk, impatiently waiting for the traffic light to change. When it finally did, you began to briskly walk. You just wanted to be in your bed doing nothing. You were halfway across the road when a car comes racing down the street. The putrid smell of gas floods your senses before you can even think to move.

I’m gonna fucking die.

It almost felt like slow motion. You saw the car coming toward you and yet, you couldn’t find strength in your legs to move. Even if you had attempted to dodge, you were simply not fast enough to compete with a speeding vehicle. Your eyes screwed shut, turning your back to the car as if to shield you from the damage it would inflict. When the car had passed and the roaring engine died down, you hesitantly opened your eyes. You were across the crosswalk, untouched. Safe. You stood there for a second, taking in your environment. This was impossible. You definitely did not imagine that car, nor did you believe you made it across the crosswalk in time.

“Are you okay? That was close," a voice questioned. You lifted your gaze up to meet the boy standing before you. He had fluffy blonde hair that framed his features. His gaze was soft, and a warmth seemed to radiate off of him. He looks like he walked out of a magazine, he’s gorgeous. You stop yourself from gawking and straighten your posture.

“Hi,” you looked him up and down. Where had he come from? “Uh, yeah I think I’m alright?” You pat down your clothes, as if checking to see that you’re in one piece.

“If you hadn’t ran last second that car would have seriously hit you! Watch where you’re going,” he scolded with a light and airy tone.

“I thought–” You paused. You definitely were not even close to the other side of the road, let alone outrun that car. “I’m sorry for worrying you,” you bowed your head awkwardly. “I don’t recognize you, what’s your name?”

He can’t help but feel a little giddy inside. Had he broken the rule that he swore to never break? Yes. Did he care? Not at all. His lips quirked up into a little smirk. “Heeseung. You’re (Y/N) right?”

Your eyes widened suspiciously. “How do you know my name?” Your brows knit together, looking at the boy with a stern gaze.

“We have a class together I’m pretty sure. I sit in the back so it makes sense why you wouldn’t have seen me around.” He explained.

“Ah, I guess you’re right.” You nodded, checking your phone for the time. “Well, I should get back to my dorm. It was nice meeting you Heeseung! I’ll see you in class.” You waved at him before you trekked your way to the dorms.

He returned your wave with a smile, hesitating to walk away to make sure you were alright. Heeseung was more worried about your well-being than the fact that he broke his oath to the Arch Angels. Surely they wouldn’t find out so quickly, right? There were millions of guardian angels occupying Earth with the same duties. He sucked in a breath, holding it in his lungs before exhaling. It was time to go ‘home’. He frowned, drawing what looked like a star in the air before vanishing.

“What were you thinking?” The Arch Angel gazed down upon Heeseung, her voice strained with concern. “You made an oath, Heeseung.” Another chimed in. Heeseung knelt before the Arch Council, his head hanging low.

“I couldn’t watch them die. You have to understand–!” He cried out.

“Silence.” The Arch Angels hushed the crowd.

“Heeseung,” she began. “You broke your oath to us, your brothers, and your assigned heavenly duties.” She paused, a look of disappointment flashing across her soft features.

“Come forward.” She gestured Heeseung to stand and come forth.

He stood from his knees, his hands folded in front of him.

“You will not return here. Ever” She declared. “You are to be stripped of your angelic features and sent to earth as a mortal.”

Heeseung nearly choked on air. “What do you mean–?”

She silenced him again, beginning to make her way down to where he stood. When she arrived, Heeseung was trembling. What was she going to do? She came face to face with Heeseung, pressing her thumb to his forehead. A searing pain ripped through his body and he nearly doubled over. He felt like his soul was being torn away from him.

“I’m sorry, Heeseung.” She embraced the quivering boy who now gargled sounds of pain. He had never felt physical pain before. Her hands made their way to his back, running down his shoulder blades before his face contorted in agony. She was stripping him of his wings. He couldn’t begin to process the burning sensation that erupted from his back. He couldn’t even speak. He dropped to his knees, barely catching himself with his hands. He couldn’t breathe. His entire body was trembling and burning. Is this really just punishment for offending the oath?

The Arch Angel stepped back from Heeseung. “Goodbye, Heeseung.”

Heeseung awoke in a daze. He couldn’t move. He didn’t know where he was. He was mutilated. He shut his eyes, rallying the strength to pull himself up and off the ground. His head was throbbing, not to mention his arms that were going numb from the pain. He appeared to be in some sort of school building. Doors lined the hallway with various name tags and decorations. What was this place? He stumbled around, doing his best to act as normal as he could. He wandered around until discovering a room with his name on it. He paused. After abusing him in heaven they were ‘gracious’ enough to give him someplace to stay? He scoffed to himself, rolling his eyes before he gripped the door handle and slowly swung it open. It was very bare, but he wasn’t complaining. Better than being left on the streets. He sprawled out onto the twin sized bed, sucking in a sharp breath.

“Fuck.” His eyes fluttered shut in frustration. He would explore his surroundings later. For now, he opted to lay on the dingy little mattress. Anything to slightly relieve him of the pain he had endured. Resting his body, Heesung drifted off into a slumber. Tomorrow, he hoped it would be better. He silently wished that this was some sort of sick prank his superiors were playing on him. To get him to abide by the rules. Despite knowing in the back of his mind that it was not the case, he entertained the thought.

The sun dripped over his features, a gentle reminder that the next day had come. He pulled himself up, wincing slightly but felt his arms regaining some of their strength. He only had one pair of clothes, and near zero essentials that humans typically have. He sighed. He had a bank account on earth just because, however, he never thought he’d actually have to use it. Money was a funny concept to him. He had never had to exchange paper for an item. He found it odd. Regardless, he gathered up his things and set out to explore.

It was a surprise to him when he exited the building to find himself on your campus. He was back here? He knit his brows together in confusion, then suddenly he was elated. He was on your campus. He didn’t have to abide by those stupid rules set for him. He could talk to you freely without consequence! He felt a sense of excitement rise in his chest. He had to find you somehow. He knew where your classes were, so maybe he could catch you in an afternoon class you had. He silently prayed he would get an opportunity to talk with you today.

The afternoon rolled around and you had just sat down at your afternoon lecture. You haphazardly yanked the notebook out from your back and smacked it onto your desk. This week had been too long. You needed this class to be over and done with. The door handle twists and a familiar face appears.

His eyes meet yours and he shoots you a grin, “mind if I sit with you?”

“Yeah that's fine with me,” you nodded your head, scooting over so that Heeseung would have a comfortable amount of space. “So this is the class where you sit all the way in the back, hmm?” You quirked an eyebrow toward the boy.

“Ah, yeah. I sat in the back row.” Heeseung sheepishly admitted, running a hand through his hair.

“Well, at least now we can sit together!” You beamed.

“Cute,” Heeseung whispers under his breath, his lips curling into a smile at your sentiment. “You better watch out and hope I don’t distract you during lecture,” he nudged her elbow.

“Honestly, I wouldn’t mind. This class bores me to death anyways.” You stretched your arms out in front of you, folding them into a pretzel and resting your head on them. “At least this is the last class for the day, or, at least for me.” You chirped.

Heeseung nodded. “Do you have any plans after class?” He wrung his hands together under the desk, praying you didn’t have any obligations.

“Yeah I do! I’m going to a really cute cafe with my friends Gaeul and Jay. Do you know them?”

Heeseung held himself back from cringing at the mention of Jay’s name. He shook his head, “No I don’t think I recognize those names, are they our year?”

You nodded, pulling out your phone to bring up the many pictures you had of the three of you. “I think you’d get along with them, they’re super fun and sweet. Actually, did you wanna come with us?” You looked at him expectantly.

Heeseung never said yes faster in his life. He coughed, catching his breath calming himself to avoid future embarrassment. “Yeah, I’d love to,” he grinned, meeting your gaze with a look of giddiness.

“Yay I’m glad! I’ll let them know you’re coming,” you began tapping on your phone, opening the group chat you had with Gaeul and Jay.

(Y/N): Hey!! I invited my friend Heeseung to come with us today after class, is that alright with you guys?? He doesn’t seem to have a lot of friends and I think you guys would really like him :)

Gaeul <;3: Yes omg!!! Please bring him we need more energy in this group,,

Jay: What’s that supposed to mean…

Gaeul <;3: Anyways, I’ll see you both later ! <3

Jay: Okay,, ╥ ╥

(Y/N): Love you both, see ya <3 !!

You slid your phone back into your pocket, looking back at Heeseung. “Ah, lecture’s gonna start now,” you pouted, fixing you’re posture and opening your notebook.

“At least we have something to look forward to after class,” Heeseung reminded you, which seemed to lift your spirits. The lecture went on as normal, the professor talking for a straight hour of bullshit. You really couldn’t comprehend how he managed to waste an hour of your day every time this class was scheduled. The time eventually hit where students began to prematurely pack their bags and put away their things so they could bolt out of this godforsaken room. You couldn’t blame them, you were the same.

“Heeseung,” you loosely grabbed his sleeve. It took Heesung by surprise, he flinched before his eyes landed on your hand.

“Uh. yeah what’s up?” He smiled, trying to suppress the large grin his face threatened to display.

“We’re gonna meet Gaeul and Jay at the main parking lot, lets walk together!”

The two of you walked side by side across the campus. He learned a bit more about you, granted, he saw you everyday of his life. You just didn’t know he existed until a day ago. He didn’t mind though. Being able to talk to you was more than enough to satisfy him.

“(Y/N)!” You heard Gaeul yell, her body jumping up and down while she waved her arms in the air. You giggled to yourself, beginning to quicken your pace toward your friend. “You excited? I can’t wait to try all the yummy pastries!” Gaeul pumped her arms next to her, a fire blazing in her eyes. She had a very bubbly persona at school, but when it came to food she was so serious. There was nothing more she enjoyed than a good sweet treat.

“Me too, I was looking at the menu earlier and I saw they have a lot of crepe flavors.” You licked your lips, imaging the sweet sugary dessert already.

“Alright alright, let’s get moving then shall we?” Jay interjected. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was really excited to try their cute drinks and little treats. Heeseung stood beside you, hands resting in his pockets. He really didn’t care about Gaeul or Jay. They didn’t concern him right now, at least. He tolerated them though, only because they were your friends.

Jay and Gaeul sat in the front while you and Heeseung sat next to one another in the back. The car ride was short, but the moments where your knees would accidentally touch made Heeseung crazy. He still couldn’t believe this was his reality. It was absolutely horrid that he was denounced as an angel, but he would give up heaven for you.

The four of you sat down at a circular table in the center of the cafe. A white table cloth was neatly draped over the wooden platform and gold rimmed plates and saucers decorated the table. Even the silverware was painted with dainty gold detailing.

Gaeul was absolutely going wild, taking pictures of literally anything and everything in this room. She was so in love. “If the place looks this good, I bet the food will be even better,” she squealed excitedly.

“Don’t eat the whole cafe, Gaeul.” Jay jokingly nudged her, shooting her a smug look.

“Hey, don’t yuck my yum.” She huffed, crossing her arms and turning away from Jay.

You couldn’t help but laugh. Being with them always made you feel safe. The three of you always shared such a carefree attitude that made your school days go by much quicker.

“So, what are you thinking about ordering?” You leaned over to see what Heeseung was investigating on the menu.

“I don’t know, do you have any recommendations? I haven’t really had many of these desserts before.” He spoke sheepishly, reading down the list of pastries and confectioneries.

“I really like crepes! I think they're sooo fluffy and sweet and–” You took in a breath, shutting your eyes. “They’re just so good you have to try them,” you placed your hand on Heeseungs. “Like, you have to try a crepe while we’re here.”

Heeseung grinned at your antics, he of course, ended up ordering a crepe like you suggested. The time at the cafe went well without a hitch. Although Heeseung didn’t really talk much, you sensed that he felt comfortable.

“Hey (Y/N), what kind of crepe did you get?” Jay tilted his head, eye-ing your dish from beside you.

“Oh! I got the honey mixed nut banana one. It’s honestly better than I thought,” your fork poked your crepe softly. “Did you wanna try some?” You began slicing at a small portion of your dessert.

“I mean, if you don’t mind,” Jay looked to the side, a small smile painting his lips.

“Yeah I don’t mind!” You beamed, setting the piece on Jay’s plate.

“Can I try it too?” Heeseung leaned toward you, almost to the point where you could feel his breath fanning across your face.

“A-ah yeah! Of course,” you shook your head to get yourself out of that trance. You were probably imagining things.

When you cut off the crepe piece, you were about to set it on his plate when he tilted his head. He looked up at you expectantly, touching his lips to your fork. You flushed, he wanted you to feed it to him? It felt more intimate than it should have when his lips nibbled at the fork, cleaning the utensil of any stray crumbs. You watched his expression change into a euphoric expression.

“Wow, that is really good.” He looked back toward you, his tongue swiping any honey tidbits that stuck to his lips. His gaze lingered on yours just for a moment longer before he pulled away from you, straightening himself and returning to lounging in his chair.

The entire time this scene is playing out Gaeul is watching Jay. He did not look pleased at all. She had a suspicion that Jay had liked you for some time, but this confirmed it for her. After all, what man would NOT be upset watching the girl feed another man. When she stole a glance toward Heeseung she could’ve swore he glared at Jay. Awkward. She knew they hadn’t met before, but the tension between them felt vicious already. Regardless, you didn’t seem to pick up on it so she opted to ignore her suspicions for now.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow!” You waved toward Gaeul and Jay. They lived in a different dorm complex than you, so you parted ways in the parking lot.

“Can I walk you home?” Heeseung offered, it almost came out as a whisper. Was he nervous?

“Y-yeah thats fine,” you nodded your head vigorously, unsure of what to say next.

The walk back to your dorm was quiet. Heeseung strode next to you comfortably. It wasn’t an awkward silence, but instead a mutually agreed upon atmosphere. The two of you would occasionally bump arms and mutter a string of apologies to one another before laughing. Despite not knowing Heesung for long, you could already tell you felt safe in his presence. It wasn’t something you could put into words, but whenever you were around him you just felt as if you were weightless.

“Well, this is my dorm building,” you stopped in front of a long stone building.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then?” Heeseung smiled, his eyes twinkling.

“Yeah for sure!” You nodded eagerly. You began to take a step back toward your dorm when you felt Heeseung loosely wrap his fingers around your forearm. Spinning around, you looked him up and down. Your heart was beating out of your chest, and you swore you could hear the blood rushing through your ears.

“Sorry if I startled you,” Heeseung released his grasp and hugged his arm back to his own chest. “I was just wondering if I could get your number? So we can maybe exchange notes or hang out if you want?” He internally cringed, hoping he wasn’t coming off as weird.

“Yeah!” You almost exclaimed a bit too loudly. “Um, yeah here’s my phone if you want to put in your contact info,” you fished your device out from your pocket and handed it to Heeseung. The tips of your fingers tingled as his hand brushed against yours in that moment. After he was done inputting his info, he handed your phone back to you.

You couldn’t help but grin when you saw he named his contact ‘Heeseungie <3’

“I’ll see you tomorrow then,” Heeseung smiled softly, lingering before walking further down the street.

Today couldn’t have been better. His head replayed the moment in the cafe with you on loop. He could tell Jay was furious with his actions, but he didn’t care. He was just ahead of the game compared to Jay. He didn’t stand a chance. And even if he did, Heeseung wouldn’t let Jay get any further.

“Oh my god (Y/N), is that what I think it is?” Gaeul’s eyes widened to the size of saucers as she eyed the small purple blotch sitting on your collarbone.

“Gaeul!” You hissed playfully, pulling your shirt collar up to try and hide the mark.

“No way…” She gaped at you. “(Y/N)? (Y/N) that has never even held hands with a man? Is this the real (Y/N)??” Gaeul kept asking questions, disbelief washed across her features.

“Okay Shh SHhh,” You shook Gaeul’s shoulders gently. Your lips curved into a sly smile before sucking in a deep breath. “Yes it is what you think it is,” the words spilled out of your mouth quickly.

“(Y/N) what the fuck! You didn’t tell me anything about this, I thought we were besties. Who was it?” Gaeul frowned dramatically, drawing a fake tear down her cheek.

“I just– I wasn’t planning on anything happening! But then y’know it just,” you flailed your hands in the air. “Please don’t tell anyone,” you clasped your hands together. “I don’t want rumors to start or have people get the wrong idea about me,” you pleaded.

“Who would I tell? You know I don’t really talk to anyone else except you guys. So, who was it!” Gaeul stated, referring to the group.

“Okay okay fine it was–” you stammered.

“Morning Gaeul, (Y/N).” Jay appeared from the turn in the hall. You both turned your heads to acknowledge his appearance and greet him.

“Hey Jay,” Gaeul shot him a sympathetic look, her lips tightening into a thin line. She had talked with Jay the night before about how he felt, and was actually planning on asking you out today; had it not been for the peculiar bruise on your chest. Your weight shifted uncomfortably from side to side. You had picked up that Jay wasn’t in the best mood, and looked between Gaeul and Jay.

“You guys wanna do anything after class? We could grab dinner at that new restaurant down the street,” you proposed.

“Yeah! That sounds yum,” Gaeul excitedly clapped her hands together. Jay opened his mouth to respond but was quickly gagged when a pair of arms wrapped around your shoulders lazily.

“Morning,” Heeseung pressed a kiss to your temple, settling his head atop your shoulder. “So, dinner tonight?”

“I’m good.” Jay remarked, hiking his backpack further up his shoulder. “Anyways, I’m gonna get to class early. Bye.”

The three of you watched Jay walk off, disappearing into the halls. Meanwhile, Gaeul was stupified.

”Oh my god, (Y/N).” She punched you in the arm.

“What??” You laughed, wrapping your hands around Heeseung’s arms.

“Ah, I guess I got you in trouble,” Heeseung looked to the side, a smirk toying with the edge of his lips. “Sorry baby,” he mumbled into the nape of your neck.

“Yeah yeah, whatever. You should be glad I’m not mad at you,” you lightly tapped him on the head.

He grinned, simply cuddling into you and savoring your scent. Although he hadn’t succeeded in the heavenly duties he was assigned, it no longer mattered to him. In his eyes, he would give up heaven for you anytime. Always.

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tigertales9 · 11 months

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QB1 - Part 3

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader

Warnings: 18+ / Smut / Fluff

Description: This is part 3 of QB1

(Part 1 = QB1 / Part 2 = QB1 - Part 2)

A/N: Buckle up, y'all! We're going to cover quite a bit of ground here. Part 3 of the QB1 series starts in the past and ends in the future. It's basically a highlight reel that spans 3 years, from spring 2023 to spring 2026.

I may eventually revisit this series. I have a couple of ideas for (shorter!) snapshots of their relationship.

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Spring/Summer 2023

Y'all meet as often as possible over the spring and summer, working in visits around his training schedule and your job (you got a part-time job doing payroll for a local car dealership in your hometown. Not exactly how you envisioned using your (almost) business degree, but decent pay for something that came really easy to you and didn't take up a ton of time).

Every time you saw him he looked more muscular, his dirty-blonde curls growing ever longer since you told him how much you love playing with his hair and pulling it, especially during sex.

You met his parents on your third visit to Cincinnati; they were instantly warm and welcoming, quieting the fears you had that they might think you weren't good enough for Joe.

Joe was even more nervous to meet your parents than you were to meet his; the first two times he visited you, your parents made him sleep in the guest bedroom instead of in your bedroom with you. Just before he visited for the third time, your parents sat you down and gave you the 'you're both adults and can share the same bed' talk. You remember the look of delight on Joe's face when you told him. Y'all didn't dare have sex in your squeaky-ass bed, but your oversized purple bean bag had definitely seen some action.

You eventually met lots of his friends and teammates, mostly hosting dinners together at his house since you were still leery about being seen with him in public, terrified that QB2 would find out and cause a big enough backlash that Joe would decide you weren't really worth it.

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You're lying in his bed one night after a vigorous lovemaking session that started in the jacuzzi tub and eventually moved to the bed. He pushes up on an elbow, gazing down at you with an intense look.

"Move in with me," he whispers.

"What?" you give him an incredulous look. "Like … right now?"

"Yes. You can live here with me and finish your bachelor's degree online instead of living with your parents and driving thirty minutes to get to campus. I know it seems crazy but …"

"It doesn't seem crazy it is crazy. We barely know each other." You feel your anxiety leveling up since this is exactly what happened with QB2, and he refused to take no for an answer.

Joe bites his lip and gives you a sheepish smile. "You're right. I'm rushing things. -- I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize," you whisper, your heart rate slowly returning to normal. "I just … I feel like I need to prove I can finish this degree on my own, then I'll be ready to move onto something else."

"Prove you can finish it?" he chortles. "You were knocking on a 4.0 before you dropped out. You only have four classes left. You can finish it easy." You stare at him for several seconds, watching his expression go from lighthearted to serious. "Oh," he mumbles. "It's not that simple is it?"

"No. QB2 told me I couldn't do it. I wasn't smart enough, wasn't good enough." You take a deep breath before continuing. "I need to do this on my terms okay?"

"I understand," he mutters. "Have you enrolled in your classes yet?"

"No. I thought I'd get your input on it before I make a final decision."

"Okay … listen … I'm gonna go heat up some leftover pizza; after that we can make a decision about your schedule. You have the final say, of course."

"Are you mad?"

"No, baby, I'm not mad," he sighs, kissing your forehead before striding from the room.

Fifteen minutes later you walk out of the bathroom, freshly showered and wearing a tiny pair of panties and one of his voluminous t-shirts. He smiles at you as you crawl onto the bed, handing you a paper plate with a large slice of pizza before nodding toward the laptop he's scrolling.

"Okay, you have four classes left," he says, taking a substantial bite of his pizza while scrolling with his free hand. "A Monday/Wednesday/Friday schedule makes the most sense, but hear me out, okay?" You nod as he continues. "Three of your classes are offered on Tuesday/Thursday. You'd have to take the other on Wednesday night." He makes a face. "Business Ethics & Law will be a major snoozefest as a night class, but it's not super difficult. You'll easily ace it." He gives you smile. "The best thing about the Tuesday/Wednesday/Thursday schedule is you'll be able to head to the airport on Thursday after your final class. You'll touch down at CVG about 6:00 pm. You can stay Thursday through Sunday before you fly back Monday morning." You give him a big smile as he continues. "You'll have plenty of time to study since I'll be at practice, but at least we'll get to spend nights together."

"Sounds great," you sigh, opening your mouth to tell him that's the exact schedule you were considering. Before you get the words out he forges ahead. "Once football season starts, you'll be able to come to most of my games." Your smile immediately turns to a grimace. "What is it?" he asks. "You don't wanna come to my games?"

"It's not that," you sigh. "I just … I'm afraid QB2 will find out and ruin everything."

Joe takes in your worried expression for several seconds before speaking. "There's nothing he could say or do that would change the way I feel about you, okay? If you don't wanna come to my games that's fine, but don't worry about …"

"I do wanna come!" you blurt, giggling when he raises an eyebrow and gives you a dirty grin. "I'm talking about your football games, you perv."

Y'all both laugh for a bit before he responds. "This schedule is not ideal. With the early start plus the night class -- not to mention all of the travel -- it's gonna be hard, but I know you can do it."

You give him a cheeky look. "How hard?" you purr, squealing in delight when he tosses the empty paper plates off the bed before pouncing on you.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Summer 2023 (June/July)

In the Bengals summer break before training camp, Joe tried to get you to go on a couple of vacations with him. After turning down a few ideas, you finally agreed to go on his family beach vacation to Florida after his mom called to invite you. You were still afraid to flaunt your relationship in public for fear QB2 would somehow ruin it, but thought it'd be fairly easy to blend in with a big group instead of just you two.

That trip was the first time Joe said 'I love you'. You called him over to rub extra sunscreen on his slightly-pink face and shoulders. He pressed his lips against your ear and said it almost casually, giving you a wink before he went back to playing catch. You hadn't said it back in the moment because you were stunned into silence, but later that night you returned the sentiment, both verbally and non-verbally, telling him and showing him just how much he meant to you.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

August 2023

Joe's first preseason game took place a week before your classes started. You had plans to attend, but you developed a nasty head cold a few days prior which caused you to stay home. Since his next two preseason games were on the road, you decided it would be best to just focus on your classes and getting settled into your routine. It was by far the longest y'all had gone without seeing each other in person since you met back in February. Joe was a little grumpy even though he was playing really well.

"I need you here with me," he grouched after his final preseason game.

"I'll be there Thursday," you soothed.

"Not soon enough," he muttered. "I haven't seen you in like five years."

"It hasn't been quite that long," you chuckled.

"Feels like twice that long," he grumped. "I miss you."

"Miss you too."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

About a month into fall semester, you start thinking about MBA options, bringing it up to Joe one night while eating leftover spicy lo mein while naked in bed.

"I'm mostly considering the two or three year options so I can work at least part time but hopefully full time. I'm leaning toward doing the entire thing online."

You take another bite of the spicy noodles while studying Joe's reaction. He nods his head before speaking. "What about an accelerated MBA? Twelve months, all online classes." He shrugs ."It'll be intense, but you can do it. You're smart as hell."

"I've looked into that, but I wouldn't have time to work as much if I went that route."

"You don't need to work since you'll be living here with me."

You're shaking your head no before he finishes his sentence. "You already pay for way too much, Joe. When we move in together, I wanna be able to pay my share. I don't want you to pay all of my bills."

"I get paid multi millions of dollars to throw a fucking football; let me spend some of that money on the woman I love, okay?"

You give him a sad smile. "I've heard that line before, and it was eventually used against me."

Joe studies your face for several seconds before responding. "I'm not him," he states.

"I'm sorry. I know you're not, but …"

"Then give me a chance to prove it."

And that's how you agreed to move in with Joe as soon as your fall semester ended. It felt like jumping out of an airplane not knowing if your parachute would open, but if anyone deserved a leap of faith from you, it was Joe.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Sunday, October 15, 2023 - Paycor Stadium - Seattle vs Cincinnati - 12:00 PM kickoff

You're walking out of Paycor Stadium with Joe's parents on a beautiful fall afternoon -- still buzzing from Joe's electric performance -- when you hear someone call your name; you turn your head in their direction, grimacing when you have a phone shoved in your face.

"See! I told you it was her," the girl filming you shouts excitedly. "QB2's ex at the game with Joe Burrow's parents. Are you dating Joe now? Did you cheat on QB2 with Joe?"

You feel your stomach turn as Robin steps in between you and the screeching girl. "Don't say anything," she whispers, smiling at the security guard who walks up to escort y'all the rest of the way to your car.

"What a disaster," you sniff as you slide into the car with Joe's parents. "I hope he doesn't get ambushed with this crap in the post-game presser."

Robin turns around and gives you a smile. "Don't worry about that. He can handle it. Frankly, I'm surprised it took this long for the rabid fangirls to figure things out since this is the third game you've been to, but … he can handle it."

They drop you off at Joe's house before heading back to Athens; you pace around the house, trying to calm your nerves while waiting for Joe to get home.

You finally hear the garage door open, your heart jumping into your throat when Joe walks into the room and gives you an enigmatic smile before pulling his phone out and loading the post-game presser, knowing you were avoiding it like the plague. "Look," he says, handing you the phone before stepping back. You chew on your lip while staring at the screen, straining to hear the question being asked before Joe's deep voice answers.

"You know I don't like to talk about my private life, but I'll answer this one time and one time only. Yes, we met in Phoenix at a Super Bowl party. QB2 left her alone in the club, and I offered to see her safely back to the hotel. I gave her my number just in case she needed anything and we parted ways." Joe shrugs and takes a quick swig from his water bottle as he continues. "She told me a little while later that she broke up with QB2 -- which she'd been wanting to do for a long time -- and was moving back home to finish her bachelor's degree." He takes another sip of water, dipping his agile tongue in the neck of the bottle in a fully sensual way before offering a cocky smirk. "One thing led to another and here we are."

A voice eventually cuts through the tense silence. "Some folks on social media are saying you stole QB2's girl. Is that a correct assessment?"

Joe levels an intimidating glare at the offending beat writer for several seconds before finally answering. "Stole his girl?" Joe rolls his eyes. "Women aren't possessions, you understand that right?"

"Y … yes, of course," the beat writer mutters, but …"

"That's all I have to say about it," Joe interrupts, flashing a 'don't try me' glance around the room. "Anybody wanna talk about football?"

And that was that. The rest of the presser focused on the upcoming bye week and what kind of adjustments the team would be making for the rest of the season.

"This is a disaster," you mumble, handing Joe his phone while shaking your head. "He's gonna freak out."

"He won't say shit."

"You don't know him like I do; he's super vindictive."

"Yep," Joe nods in agreement, "and he's also super image-conscious. He knows if he talks shit about you -- about us -- that I'll put him on blast."

"What do you mean?"

"I doubt if he wants the entire world to know how shitty he is. Let's count the reasons :

manipulated you into dropping out of college with only one semester left with the old "if you love me you'll do this for me" bullshit

threw a tantrum when you suggested finishing your degree online even though you only had four classes left

isolated you from friends and family

constantly negged you to make you think you couldn't do better than him

last but not least, treated you like a blow-up doll that existed merely for his pleasure; if word gets out that he only wanted head when he had access to this -- Joe slides a hand down to cup your crotch -- peeps will def be questioning his … uhhh … choices."

"He'll just say I'm bad in bed," you sigh.

"It'll be his word against mine. He won't risk it."

You shake your head. "You don't have to do that. I know you hate publicity."

"I wouldn't hate making him look like an ass, but believe me, he won't risk it." Joe leans down and gives you a quick kiss. "Don't worry about it, okay?"

"Okay," you mumble, your face giving away your negative thoughts.

"What are you thinking?"

"I just … I can't believe I let him have so much control over me for so long. I remember this one time I overheard him joking with a friend of his about girls with low self-esteem; he said they were the best girlfriends because they would accept less than bare minimum without any complaints. I should've left then, but of course he somehow made it all my fault when I confronted him about it. Can't believe I wasted so much time with him."

"You need to look at the silver lining."

"What do you mean?"

"Remember when my knee got blown out my rookie year in the NFL?"

"Yeah," you grimace. "That was awful."

"It seemed like a devastating setback at the time, but it eventually led to the Bengals having another really high draft pick which brought Ja'Marr to the team. If it wasn't for my knee injury, we wouldn't have Uno. If QB2 wasn't a raging shithead, you and I wouldn't be together. Silver lining. See?"

"You seriously need to be a motivational speaker."

"Maybe one of these days," he smiles.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

A couple days later y'all fly to your hometown together. Your birthday coincided with the Bengals bye week, so your parents are throwing a big bash for friends and family.

Once y'all arrive at your parents' house, your mom and dad make small talk for a bit before your dad stands up and levels a no-nonsense gaze at Joe.

"Joe, I could use a hand stringing lights on the patio. Come put some of that obnoxious height to good use."

"Yes, sir," Joe laughs, hopping up off the sofa to follow your dad outside.

They're 2/3 off the way done stringing lights along the top of the covered patio when your dad shoots a quick glance at Joe before speaking. "Saw that press conference where you got ambushed about your relationship with Y/n. I thought you handled it really well."

"Thanks," Joe says. "I knew I'd have to answer that question eventually so I was ready for it."

"Y/n is worried QB2 might talk shit about y'all."

Joe shakes his head. "That's not gonna happen. I called him just after the press conference." Joe shrugs as he continues. "Decided to get out in front of it."

"How'd it go?"

"Good as can be expected. I told him it was his own damn fault that she left him, and if he ever says a bad word about her, I'll let the world know what a selfish, manipulative piece of shit he is."

Your dad nods his approval. "You think that'll get him to keep his mouth shut?"

"Well …" Joe flashes a cocky grin. "I might have also threatened to beat the dogshit out of him if he says anything soooo…"

"Soooo, yeah, he ain't saying a word," your dad chuckles.

"Exactly," Joe laughs.

Your dad shakes his head. "I always told Y/n that QB2 was soft as baby shit, but you … you're tough as nails." He slaps Joe on the back before turning serious. "Listen … when Y/n told us she was leaving shithead and moving back home, I was ecstatic. Then she told us she was seeing another pro baller, another damn quarterback at that." He grimaces before continuing. "Can't say I was happy to hear it, but it didn't take long to realize you're nothing like him. -- And I mean that in the best way possible."

"Thank you," Joe states. "You're right; I'm nothing like him." Joe takes a deep breath. " I haven't told Y/n I talked to him yet. She gets tense and sad when he's mentioned, and I didn't want to ruin her birthday party tonight. I intend to tell her tomorrow morning."

"Good idea." Your dad smiles as he continues. "Why don't we tell her together just after breakfast tomorrow? I mean, you're practically family so we'll have a little family meeting. How does that sound?"

"Sounds great," Joe states, the 'practically family' putting a smile on his face and echoing in his head for the rest of the day.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Mid-December 2023

You'd slowly moved your things to Joe's house over the previous several weeks, making it easy to move in full time when your fall semester ends.

One of the first things y'all do as a cohabiting couple is decorate a Christmas tree, a blazing fire in the fireplace throwing cozy shadows on the walls as you laugh and sing Christmas carols off key.

The football schedule allows y'all to host Christmas in Cincinnati. It goes so well that both sets of parents are already asking for it to be a yearly tradition.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Mid-February 2024

By the time football season ends, you're fully settled-in living with Joe. You receive your bachelor's degree diploma (with honors!) in the mail in mid-February, and Joe's parents insist on driving to Cincinnati to take you out for dinner to celebrate.

You look at your reflection in the large floor length mirror in your closet, smiling at the way your wrap dress hugs your curves. It took a while for Joe to uninstall all of the negative thoughts QB2 put in your head, but he did it. With his words -- and more importantly his actions -- he made you feel like the most amazing, desirable woman on the planet.

You grab a jacket and walk into the bathroom, giving Joe a slow up and down look as he tries to tame his unruly curls while wearing nothing but an exasperated expression. "Looking hot, babe," you say, giving his plump ass a squeeze while meeting his gaze in the mirror. "Not as hot as you," he grins, turning to give you a kiss before scowling at his reflection. "I give up," he grumbles, hurrying into the closet to get dressed.

A few minutes later you're sitting at the dining table waiting for Joe's parents to arrive when your phone chirps. You read the text from your best friend then send a quick reply.

"Who was that?" Joe asks, dropping into a chair beside you.

"Gina."

"How's she doing?"

You shrug. "That new guy she's dating is already pushing for a threesome, even though she made it clear she's not interested."

"Yikes," Joe mutters. "Time to drop his ass."

You search his face for a bit before averting your gaze, hoping he won't notice your mood shift.

"What is it?" he immediately asks, reading your body language with consummate ease.

"Nothing. I don't want to ruin tonight by talking about … him."

"You're not ruining anything, baby. Look at me." He waits for you to comply before continuing. "It's best to get stuff out in the open instead of stewing on it."

"QB2 constantly pushed for a threesome with another girl. When I refused he made me feel guilty."

"Oh, he wanted to disappoint two women at once, huh?"

"Apparently so," you chuckle, your tone turning serious as you continue. "He said ALL men want threesomes. Like, it's just part of their DNA."

Joe heaves a sigh while shaking his head. "A raging fuck boy using the 'ALL men' argument to try and manipulate a woman. Tale as old as time."

You search his face for a bit before responding. "So you don't want threesomes?"

"Nope. You give me all I can handle. Don't want anything else. Is that okay with you?"

"Yes, sir," you purr, grinning when he hits you with a feral look.

"You trying to rile me up?"

"Maybe," you shrug, biting your lip and hiking your skirt up to show some extra thigh. "Too bad your parents are about to be here," you tease.

"I'm gonna give you ten seconds."

You raise an eyebrow. "Ten seconds? For what?"

"A head start." You furrow your brow as he continues, your pulse picking up at the shift in his demeanor. He leans close and nestles his lips against your ear, his hot breath sending a sizzle of heat down your spine. "Listen, unless you want me to bend you over this table and fuck you right here then you better get a move on."

You squirm in your chair as you flick a nervous glance at your watch. "Your parents are gonna be here in like 20 minutes!"

"Yep. Like I said, you better get a move on." He slowly licks his lips. "One."

"You're kidding, right?" you squeak, butterflies fluttering in your stomach at the look on his face.

"Two."

Your mouth drops open for a second, the reality of the situation making you lightheaded with arousal.

"Three."

"Holy shit," you whisper, quickly standing up and taking a couple steps toward the stairs.

"Four."

You snatch your high heels off and sprint for the stairs.

"Five."

You're 2/3 of the way up when you hear him behind you, his long legs closing the distance at an alarming pace.

"Six."

You reach the top of the stairs and hit the jets as you fly down the hallway toward the master bedroom, an excited squeal escaping your lips as he catches you from behind just as you make it to the doorway.

"Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten."

You toss the shoes you're still holding as he picks you up and carries you to the bed, dropping you face down and covering your body with his much larger frame.

"Don't mess up my hair and make-up, you big brute!" you laugh, squirming underneath him, making sure to grind your ass against his crotch. "I don't have time to redo them."

"Yes, ma'am," he purrs, sliding your panties off. "Get on your knees for me," he orders, making a noise deep in his throat when you get on all fours. He pushes your skirt up to your waist and you feel his breath on your core for several seconds before he grabs two handfuls of ass and spreads you open, his tongue licking a long stripe from your clit to your ass.

"Oh god," you whimper, dropping your forehead down against the mattress as he continues to devour your most sensitive flesh, plunging his tongue deep inside you for several heartbeats before pulling back to tease you with delicate licks and sucks. "I'm so close," you moan, every nerve ending in your body standing at attention when he quickly stands up and pushes his pants and underwear to mid-thigh. "Please," you beg, arching your back and gasping in pleasure when he runs the tip of his hard cock through your slick folds. "Need you inside me," you whisper, screaming against the mattress as he plunges deep inside, your core spasming at the delicious intrusion for several seconds while he holds himself completely still.

The noise you make when he starts to thrust is a little embarrassing for about two seconds before you lose yourself in the feel of his thick cock moving inside you. "Fuck me hard, daddy," you whine, throwing your ass back against him as he follows orders and sets a punishing pace.

The sound of your flesh slapping together provides a filthy backbeat for the praise spilling from Joe's lips; it's not long before you're close to the edge. "I'm close," you whimper, "don't stop!" Joe reaches a hand around to play with your clit, teasing you for a bit before giving you the perfect amount of pressure to pull the trigger. You moan his name as your climax hits; his pace picks up as he fucks you through your orgasm, his own climax hitting just as your knees collapse. He easily holds you up as he empties inside you, easing you down onto the bed when your spasming core has wrung him dry, still whispering praise as you both gasp for breath.

Joe eventually eases out of you, dropping a kiss on your cheek before walking into the bathroom; you hear water running for a couple minutes before feeling a warm, damp cloth between your legs. "Thanks," you sigh, immediately leaping off the bed when the doorbell rings. "They're here!" you hiss.

"Relax, babe," he soothes, giving you a smile while handing you your panties. "I'll entertain 'em while you freshen up."

"Thanks," you whisper, watching as he walks out of the room. You take a deep breath before heading toward the bathroom, stopping in your tracks when you notice that Joe has gathered up your shoes and neatly placed them just beside the door. Something about that thoughtful gesture almost makes you cry. You've been together for a year, but you're still blown away every time he does something like this. "Maybe one of these days I'll get used to it," you mutter, hurrying into the bathroom.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Summer 2025 (party at y'alls house in Cincinnati to celebrate the completion of your MBA)

You look around the backyard, at all of your friends and family mingling together -- eating, drinking, and laughing -- enjoying a beautiful night and a beautiful party hosted by your beautiful man.

He gave a brief speech earlier in the evening, saying how proud he was of you. By now you're used to him showering you with praise, but it still takes your breath away every time.

You turn your head looking for him, a thrill shooting through you when your gaze lands on him and he's looking right at you. You feel a blush rise in your cheeks. Will I ever get used to him looking at me like that? you think to yourself, biting your lip as he walks toward you.

"Hey," he smiles, resting a big hand on the small of your back.

"Hey," you return his smile. "You throw an amazing party, babe."

"I had plenty of help," he mutters, looking a little bashful in a way that makes you want to climb him like a tree. "Why are you over here by yourself?" he asks. You shrug and look down at your feet, swallowing hard when he places a finger under your chin to tilt your head back up. "What is it?"

"Nothing," you whisper, trying to keep a neutral expression. Don't fuck this up! you think to yourself.

He grabs your hand and pulls you farther into the shadows at the edge of the yard, leaning down to whisper in your ear. "I know that look, okay? That's not a 'nothing' look. Tell me what's wrong."

"It's stupid."

"Tell me."

You heave a sigh. "I wish you were my first instead of him," you mutter. "You deserved it."

He lets out the nervous breath he was holding, running a hand through his tousled curls before capturing your gaze. "Honey … listen … I wasn't your first, but I intend to be your last. That's way better, don't you think?" You smile as he continues. "When we're old farts, I'm still gonna be sneaking kisses with you and grossing our grandkids out."

"Promise?" you ask.

"I promise." He leans down and presses a kiss on your lips, sliding his tongue inside just long enough to make you want more before pulling back. "Ready to make the big announcement?"

"I'm ready."

"Good. Go grab what you need and I'll have the waiters pass out the Champagne."

"Yes, sir," you drawl, putting as much implied sex as possible into those two syllables. He slowly raises one impeccable eyebrow and gives you a look that goes straight to your core. "Hold that thought, daddy," you breathe, shying away as he makes a playful grab for you. "Damn right I will," he growls, his naughty laughter sending a sizzle of heat through you as you turn and head toward the house.

A few minutes later you're upstairs looking down into the backyard, at the twinkling lights and the waiters with trays of Champagne flutes weaving their way through the crowd. You smile when you see Joe and your dad talking, both wearing big grins. The fact that the two most important men in your life really like and respect each other feels like a dream sometimes. "My entire life feels like a dream," you whisper, thinking back to the week before.

You and Joe had spent the night in his basement bedroom at his parents' house in Athens, sleeping off all of the delicious food and adult beverages you'd consumed during a backyard BBQ. The next morning y'all had a quick breakfast then hit the road back to Cincinnati, taking a detour to his old high school football stadium.

You smile and close your eyes as you immerse yourself in the memory:

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"C'mon," he says, hopping out of the car and grabbing your hand while walking toward a locked entrance gate. "I wanna go out on the field for a bit." You give him a skeptical look. "No way I'm climbing that fence, Burrow." He gives you a cheeky grin before pulling a key out of his pocket. "Of course you have a key," you laugh. "The damn stadium is named after you."

He unlocks the padlock and opens the gate, grabbing your hand again as y'all walk out onto the field. "So this is where the legend of Joe Shiesty was born," you tease, giving him a smile as he leads you to midfield. You notice the look on his face is serious. "You okay, babe?" you whisper. "Yeah," he answers, turning the full force of his icy-blue gaze on you. "Never better."

"Good." You try to read his expression, wondering why he seems … nervous? Before you can contemplate it, he licks his lips and takes a deep breath before speaking.

"Of all the amazing memories I have in this stadium, I hope you're about to give me the best one of all." Your mouth drops open as he quickly reaches in his shorts pocket before dropping down on one knee. He flicks the black velvet box open and holds it out to you, your eyes going wide at the beautiful diamond as he clears his throat before continuing. "Y/n, will you marry me?"

You've never said yes to something so fast in your life; before you know it, you're wearing the gorgeous ring and hugging the gorgeous man who slipped it on your finger, delighted laughter spilling from your lips as he picks you up and spins you around.

After several minutes of kissing and hugging, you feel something cold and wet hit the back of your leg. Joe notices you jump when it happens again. "What is it?" he asks, his eyes going wide when he realizes the dilemma. "Oh shit, it's the sprinklers," he groans. "Run!"

You're almost crying with laughter as y'all finally make it back to the track that surrounds the field.

"Those damn things didn't use to come on this early," he gripes, giving you a bemused look as you try to get your laughter under control. "Not the most romantic proposal, I guess," he grimaces.

"Are you kidding me?" you wheeze, gulping in deep breaths. "That was the most romantic proposal ever!"

"Was not," he grumbles.

"Was too," you argue, sticking your tongue out at him then gasping when he quickly leans down and sucks it into his mouth. He gives you a very thorough kiss before finally leaning back. "Did you get wet?" he asks. You raise an eyebrow and give him a filthy grin. "I meant did the sprinklers get you wet, you perv," he chuckles. "Oh … yeah," you laugh. "Just a little on my legs." He squats down and runs his big hands over your bare legs. "Better?" he asks, wiping his damp hands on his slinky shorts. "Yeah, thanks," you mutter, holding your hand up to admire your ring. "How did you know the exact ring I wanted?"

"I asked your mom and your best friend. They both agreed."

"I can't believe they didn't tell me."

"I asked them not to. I really wanted it to be a surprise. Don't be mad at them, okay?"

"I'm not mad." You hold your hand up and wag the impressive diamond at him. "I mean, look at this. It's perfect."

"You're perfect," he states.

"No I'm not," you argue, your old self-esteem issues bubbling to the surface for a second. "Nobody's perfect."

He gives you a smile before leaning down to press his lips against your ear. "You're perfect for me," he clarifies, giving your earlobe a nip before stepping back. "Can't argue with that," he winks, grabbing your hand and heading for the car. "C'mon. I've got something else to show you."

Y'all get back in the car and drive for about fifteen minutes, eventually turning onto a narrow dirt road that's flanked on both sides by what looks like knee-deep weeds. "Where are we?" you ask, your eyes going wide as Joe stops the car and hops out. "It's some land a friend of mine owns," Joe answers, grabbing a duffle bag out of the trunk before ushering you toward the weeds. "Trust me," he says. "It'll look better in a minute."

You follow behind him as he strides ahead. "That bag looks heavy," you muse. "Nah, it's not bad," he says. "By the way, you don't have to worry about cowshit out here, but watch your step just in case there's some deer droppings."

"How romantic," you giggle, laughing even harder when he throws you a look over his shoulder.

"Give it time, woman. This is about to be romantic as hell."

"I'm just teasing," you laugh. "Having Joe Burrow propose to me in Joe Burrow Stadium was the most romantic thing ever. Anything else is just icing on the cake."

He stops so abruptly you almost crash into him. "Did you really like it?" he asks, turning to face you with a sweet smile on his face. "I loved it," you sigh, cradling a hand behind his neck to pull him down for a kiss; he leans into the kiss for several heartbeats before spinning around to continue the journey through the weeds. "We're almost there," he says. "It's just over this hill."

When you crest the hill your breath catches in your throat as you take in the vast array of wildflowers. "Oh my gosh," you breathe. "It's beautiful!"

"Told ya," he laughs, walking until he finds a small clearing in the wildflowers. He drops the duffle bag on the ground and unzips it before pulling a large blanket out. You help him spread it out, placing your shoes on two corners to weigh it down while he does the same. You drop down and sit cross-legged while he pulls more items from the bag: a small serving tray, two Champagne flutes, a few napkins and a small cooler. He smiles as he sits down beside you, dropping a quick kiss on your lips before opening the cooler to pull out a bottle of Champagne.

"Niiice," you purr, your gaze glued to his sinewy forearms and sensual hands as he easily uncorks the bottle. "Have I ever told you that you have the sexiest arms and hands I've ever seen?"

"Yep," he pours a glass of bubbly and hands it to you, accompanying it with a naughty wink. "Several of my body parts are 'the sexiest' according to you." He shrugs as he pours a second glass. "It evens out though since you're the sexiest woman I've ever seen."

"Am not," you snort, giving a bratty eyeroll.

"Am too," he states. "And I get to spend the rest of my life proving it to you. Lucky me." He holds his flute up. "To us."

"To us," you echo, clinking your glass against his before taking a sip.

"I got a little something else in my bag of tricks," he teases, pulling a box out and popping the lid off to reveal several chocolate-covered strawberries. "My favs!" you grin, opening your mouth to let him feed you one of the plump confections. "Your turn," you whisper, returning the favor before taking another hearty sip of your fizzy beverage. "This is amazing," you say, feeding Joe another strawberry before gesturing at your surroundings. "Champagne and chocolate-covered strawberries in a field of wildflowers? Super romantic."

"Glad you like it." He feeds you another berry, his eyes going dark with arousal when you suck melted chocolate off his finger.

You're just about to pounce on him when he reaches back into the bag. "I've got one more thing to give you," he mutters, digging around in the bag for a bit before handing you a small envelope. You open it and pull out a … hotel key card. "What's this?" you ask, flipping the card over, your eyes going wide when you realize he's written something in permanent marker. "February 11, 2023," you read out loud. "Phoenix, Arizona."

"It's the key card from my hotel suite in Phoenix. Where it all started for us." You try to draw air into your lungs as he continues. "I knew I'd never forget you, and I wanted to have a reminder of that night. I didn't dare dream that one day I'd have a much better reminder." He leans forward and wipes the tears as they spill down your cheeks. "I didn't mean to make you cry."

"They're happy tears," you whisper, crawling into his lap, burying your face in his fragrant neck while he holds you tight as you cry. "I love you," he states. "Love you, too," you sniff.

You eventually pull back, smiling when he hands you a napkin. "Thanks," you sigh, wiping your eyes and nose while shaking your head. "I'll never understand how I got so lucky, but from this day forward I'm gonna stop questioning it."

"Good." Joe hands you your glass before grabbing his. "Here's to gettin' lucky," he states, laughing along with you as y'all clink glasses and take long sips of the cool bubbly. "Seriously though," you giggle, "sometimes I feel like I need to pinch myself to make sure I'm not dreaming."

"Let me help you with that," he murmurs, sliding a hand under the hem of your cutoff shorts to pinch your butt. "Ow!" you yell dramatically, falling over on the blanket before pulling him down on top of you. He looks into your eyes for several heartbeats before capturing your lips in a slow-burn kiss, nipping and teasing before finally plunging his tongue inside, making a sound low in his throat when you arch up against him.

He eventually eases your shirt off followed by your bra; his tongue is cool from the Champagne as he pulls a hardened peak into his mouth, smiling against your sensitive skin when you moan his name. He sucks your nipples so good you can feel it between your legs. You bury a hand in his curls and murmur praise as he continues to tease you, taking his time before kissing a trail down your torso.

He quickly strips naked before sliding your cutoff denim shorts and panties off, giving you a loaded look before settling between your legs, his broad shoulders spreading you wide as he presses wet kisses up your inner thighs. He teases you for several minutes, pressing kisses everywhere but your aching core as you bite your full bottom lip and watch the cotton candy clouds dance by overhead. "Please," you beg, gasping when he finally puts his tongue right where you want it. You arch up against him, pulling his hair and grinding your hips as he works delicious magic with his tongue and fingers, edging you over and over, reading your body language like he's got a damn cheat code.

"Please," you say again several minutes later, your voice raspy from the whimpers and the low-throated moans he's expertly pulled from you. "Finish me, daddy," you whine, fisting your hand in his curls as he follows orders, massaging your sweet spot and fluttering his tongue over your clit as your climax hits; he makes an absolutely feral noise deep in his throat when he causes you to squirt, your entire body shaking at the intensity of the orgasm, a flock of birds taking flight when a scream of pure pleasure spills from your lips.

He eventually rises up on his knees and looks down at you, his eyes heavy with arousal, his lips and chin wet with your juices. He swipes a finger through your essence before sucking it, smiling when you push up onto an elbow and grab your half-full Champagne flute, taking a sip before handing it to him. He takes a sip and then another, holding the cool fizz in his mouth while leaning down, making that same low-throated growl when you part your lips as you read his intention. Your pulse reacts as he slowly feeds you the bubbles; you swallow his offering, sucking his cool tongue into your mouth just as he slides his cock deep inside you. He stares into your eyes as he starts to thrust, the intense intimacy of the moment taking your breath away …

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A loud burst of laughter snaps you back to the present. You take a deep breath and look down into the backyard, smiling when you see Joe holding a wireless mic. "He is SO ready to make this announcement," you giggle to yourself.

It was his idea to announce the engagement at the 'Yay! MBA!' party he was throwing for you, and you immediately agreed, teasing him about having a flair for the dramatic. "My dream woman agreed to marry me. I'm allowed to be dramatic about it, okay?" he'd laughed. "I promise I'll go back to being my usual boring self afterwards." Keeping the engagement secret for a week had been hard, both of you practically bubbling with excitement to share the news.

Another burst of laughter makes you focus on the task at hand; you quickly walk to your jewelry box and grab your engagement ring, slipping it on before heading back down to join the party.

Several minutes later a loud cheer erupts from your party guests as Joe makes the announcement, his arm tight around your waist, the huge smile on his face matching yours as he looks down at you, giving you a quick kiss before y'all are mobbed by the crowd.

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Spring 2026

You take a deep breath as you walk down the aisle, your mom holding one of your arms and your dad holding the other, Joe waiting at the end like a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. You lock eyes with him as you continue walking, relishing the way his gaze rakes over you in your curve-hugging wedding dress, making you feel like the goddess he always says you are.

Once you reach him, your parents fade into the background and the next several minutes feel like an out-of-body experience as you exchange vows and rings, making promises out loud in public that you'd already whispered to each other in private so many times.

Before you know it, the officiant is telling Joe to kiss his bride. To the delight of everyone present -- including you -- the first kiss you share as husband and wife is a real doozy, with Joe putting his PDA-shyness away for several heartbeats to give you a very thorough kiss before you turn and face the world as newlyweds.

"You ready for this?" he whispers.

"So ready," you answer, your heart melting at the look in his eyes as y'all walk back down the aisle with all of your friends and family cheering and clapping. He instinctively shortens his much-longer strides to match yours in a way that seems symbolic of your entire relationship; him always ready to rush ahead but also willing to wait for you to catch up, to be on equal footing.

You give him a lingering glance as you walk out into the gathering dusk, the sky shot through with coral and purple, fireflies twinkling in the air as he turns to face you. You open your mouth to speak but he beats you to it, rushing ahead in a way you'll never get tired of. "I love you," he breathes, leaning down to capture your lips but waiting … waiting patiently for your response. "I love you, too," you whisper, your heart soaring as his lips finally crash down on yours.

#joe burrow #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow fanfic #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow imagine

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misscammiedawn · 7 months

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"Your mind makes it real"

So I was watching the new Folding Ideas video on meme stock and how a cult formed around a number of ideologies regarding financial systems and short selling.

I like watching videos like this. Dan Olsen does a number of good videos on different online conspiracies such as Flat Earth and NFTs and then you have HBomb doing the same thing with anything from Colecovision to the war on christmas and alt right grifts.

And whenever I research these sociological trends I become uncomfortably aware of the fact that I exist within one of these little closed circles. (Well, more than one given the communities and support groups around psychology and mental health, but I'm here to talk about Kink today)

Hypnosis, especially within our community, is entirely held up by a series of beliefs with an internal language that creates a massive divide between those in the know and those out of the know and it literally only works because we believe it works.

In many ways what we do is as much sociology as it is psychology.

And I kind of that it's okay for that to be true so long as we all occasionally remind ourselves of that fact and never abuse the power we each possess as authors of that shared narrative, because much like under hypnosis our hypnotees are suggestible and need to have care in what we provide to their open mind, educators within the community have an eager and open audience that stretches further than we know and regardless of intent, our beliefs and teachings will become their facts and reality as surely as had we have programmed a hypnotee to believe them as they wake on the count of 1--2--3!

Okay. Let me break this up a little.

Does this mean I think hypnosis is fake and we're all just going along with it?

One of my partners and I have had conversations about subjectivity in both hypnosis and mental health spaces before and we hate that one of the most approachable quotes comes from an author that leaves a bad taste in our mouths.

"Of course it's all happening in your head [...] why on Earth should that mean it's not real?"

One of the big differences between the online erotic hypnosis community and the NGH (National Guild of Hypnotists) who rue our existence is that we do not require legitimacy to function when they themselves exist in a half-truth state where when receiving both of my certifications it was impressed that we needed to perform an uneasy dance of providing services without practicing medicine because hypnotherapy is not licensed psychology in the same was that chiropractors are not performing medicine.

Within *certain portions* of hypnokink we are perfectly okay with the idea of being wrong and of sharing ideas.

Wiseguy said it best in his class "The best induction is the one that works" and what works works because it is effective in that moment between that particular hypnotist and that particular hypnotee.

Likewise, the more educated a person becomes, the more effective hypnosis becomes. Understanding trance is a tool to achieve it faster. Even a cold hypnotee who is being introduced for the first time receives an education via pre-talk which we tend to believe is more important than the induction itself.

You know what I mean when I talk about pretalk, right?

"We all go in and out of hypnosis multiple times a day" "Highway hypnosis" "Flow state"

These are all real and observable things and we can view hypnosis impacting a mind on an EKG.

Hell even Oh No Ross and Carrie (a podcast where they join insular communities with intent to learn if they are cults/grifts) did an episode on hypnosis and conceded that the principals of suggestibility, hypnotic state and conditioning are all just... how the brain works... and that you can't really dive into fact/fiction when it's essentially telling a person to do something and they either do it or they don't.

It's not mind control. It's suggestion and even within our circles we all agree that mind control is a fantasy.

So I guess... it's as real as we all agree it to be.

The issue is that group agreement of all the little elements is held up by The Community as a whole and... maybe we should talk about the vulnerabilities at play there.

What do I mean when I talk about insular communities?

Recently I read a REALLY good line on a quote on Twitter that speaks to what I mean here:

And this is what I mean when I talk about belief systems inside and outside of the community. It's a good post as I firmly agree with what it communicates.

The Online Hypnosis Community is a term with no specific borders. In my reality it's the orbit that happens to take place around those who are known, trusted and teach at the primary US erotic hypnosis convention circuit.

However I know that in reality the online hypnosis community contains multiple pools and factions that I either strictly ignore, such as ones surrounding dangerous figures like NeuralNets and Nimja or ones I am not close to, like local kink scenes for cities across the world including those where English is not a first language or mlm communities where I do not really have a place, to niche pockets such as the furry hypnosis community, dronekink and even the tiny little subniches such as Empty Spaces and HDG which have splintered off into entire little separate universes with their own language and core beliefs.

For the most part this is a beautiful thing. What I'm describing is no less a divide between interests as being a member of the "Video game horror" scene and not visiting the niches of Indie Game Horror, Japanese Horror, creepypasta mods and such.

Every community has pockets like this.

But the more specific and tight a community becomes, the more "insular" it is. Language and widely held beliefs begin to gather in tighter pressurized windows. One need only look at how brainwashing and conditioning are viewed collectively in darker corners to see the difference and this is to make nothing of things like political and social beliefs in certain corners.

In those dark corners "You can't be hypnotized to do anything you don't want to do" is an essential lie WITHIN their insular community so that they can maintain a degree of plausible deniability and power over their people.

So what's your point?

That is the question, isn't it?

I guess the answer to that is... "always question what you believe, why you believe it and don't assume everyone around you does or should think the same thing."

When discussing red flags in the community on Discord and Twitter with other educators, I've always said the biggest red flag an educator can have is teaching that there is believing they have all the answers.

ALL OF US are working in this space from a belief system. An organic and living one which is impacted by our interactions with the kink, with one another and with the world around us.

No one individual in our community holds all the answers. Not me, not the authors of the manuals that we push, not Richard Nongard, Milton Erickson.

It also means we need not be defensive about our hobby and beliefs. Many will never accept what we do as actually having any basis in reality and that's okay. We're making spaces for play and some will just see us as overactive roleplayers who are tricking ourselves into believing things and to that I always say:

"You're dang right we are. That's the point."

It's not magic. It's not hard science. It's just belief, confidence and a willing to play along.

I could bust out the EKG studies or describe the altered states of consciousness and I will ALWAYS preach how suggestible a person is in and out of hypnosis and the dangers of what we do because those dangers are real and present. But at the end of the day, I want to take a moment and evaluate "what if I'm wrong?"

And the correct answer to that is "will I or someone else be hurt by my ignorance or misaction" and act accordingly.

But that's me. That's my belief system and I am aware of the fact that what we do is entirely built upon our belief that it works and that we are being safe and sane and fun.

That doesn't make me right. That doesn't mean I didn't learn some bad lessons.

It just means I want to keep doing better and I trust that the people around me are all doing the same. With hope of growing. Learning more about individuals and the community as a whole and trying to make this place better.

Because... if I stand in front of a room and teach a class that carries some bad ideas. They'll take seed.

And let me tell you something...

This community is FULL of bad ideas

I've been here since the early days. I was there when Warp My Mind and Wendi.com were the two sites that popped up when you went searching for files. I was there during the implosion of Inraptured and the transphobic meltdown of Isabella Valentine. I have witnessed hypnocon board after hypnocon board fall apart. I've seen scandals and dramas and chaos.

I was there when Bimbopolitic was outed as a CIA plant for fucks sake. Please don't ask follow-up questions. My head is still spinning from that saga of events.

and that inevitably means I have internalized some dumb shit in my day. I've been unlearning it as much as I can over the past 5-6 years. But it's there.

Likewise a lot of the books I read and grew up on are based on the beliefs of less than wonderful human beings. Milton Erickson is no rolemodel, but damned if his theories aren't worth looking at.

This is one thing I respect about sleepingirl's NLP Book. The conceit was to study what PUA instructors taught and see what could actually be used from an objective standpoint. Actually interrogate the beliefs of NLP from a "I don't know anything" standpoint.

If I have any point in my whole ramble of a post it's that. Approach learning things with the curiosity of someone who is willing to learn and doesn't know any better but with the wariness of someone who has been burned too many times and knows that there's bad actors all over and everything needs to be turned over a few times to examine.

At the end of the day I just want a safe community full of positive ideas and if there's one thing I've learned about hypnosis it is this "positive associations stick, negative suggestions are harder to ground"

Both in the good way and the bad. Unlearning things is hard.

Let's just be aware that we're all playing in the same sandbox. Share our tools and try to build something beautiful.

and never stop asking "...am I sure about this?"

*Shrug* Or don't. It's just a suggestion <3

#camden posting #hypnosis #hypnokink #community resources #this is mostly just a ramble #but something I wanted to air out #dunno how worthwhile it was to say anything #maybe it'll spark a discussion #hypnokink writings

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yourgaeyisshowing · 6 months

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Oh, baby... Chapter 5

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Wife!reader Fluff level 10000000%

Warnings: smut, mentions of TTC and pregnancy struggles, mentions of child abuse and trauma, mentions of eating disorders, food struggles,

Chapter 5: A bed of thorns

To you, the week passed in a hurry, and you had started making tentative plans for furniture to go in the guestroom/soon to hopefully be your 13 year old daughters. You were letting yourself hope just a bit. You had now met Amelia while dropping off some lunch to your wife, and your heart lurched. She was petite and had wavy blond hair a few shades darker than your wife's. Her eyes were a soft gray blue, and her skin was almost a rosy white like porcelain.

To Larissa, time couldn't move slower. Amelia had begun seeing her every day now for some time to decompress and honestly feel loved. Larissa had taken the day off from work Friday and let the other teachers know you would be joining her.

"Amelia, my love, come sit for a moment." Larissa cooed at her, joining her on her sofa. "Am I in trouble?" She asked, hesitation filling her voice. "No, my sweet, you aren't. I have relieved you from classes today so you can spend it with me and Y/N. You'll come home with me today, if that's alright." Her eyes widened, and she scooted a bit."Really?!" "Yes, my lovely, so why don't you pack an overnight bag and meet me back in 15 hmm?" Amelia left into Larissa's arms and darted out the door, leaving Larissa laughing on the sofa.

When the girl arrived back, she gratefully took Larissa's hand and walked with her to the car. They pulled into the driveway just as you were taking a cobbler out of the oven for tonight. "My love? We're back!" Larissa called out to you, taking Amelia's coat and her own to put them on the hooks. "Amelia shoes, sweetheart." The girl nodded and put her shoes by the door next to the white heels. "Welcome home, my dear, and hello to you, Amelia." You walked out from the kitchen and greeted your wife and the young girl. "Hello, Mrs Weems!" She stepped up and gave you a tight hug. You started a bit but hugged her back. "Are you two hungry? I just made cinnamon rolls?" Amelia's eyes went wide as dinner plates. "I…I've never had one…" she tentatively told you, shrinking in on herself. You looked up at your wife and had a short but silent conversation. ("She has been so sheltered" - "I know")

"We'll dear, there is a first for everything!" You guided her to the tables and served her a hot chocolate and a cinnamon roll. You also grabbed one for your wife and yourself. You noticed that she just looked at the plate and cup but didn't touch either. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?" Larissa asked, touching Amelia's arm softly. She just looked up with glassy eyes. "You didn't tell me I could eat it." Larissa and you shared a stoic look of horror. "My sweet, you don't need permission in this house to eat. If you see it and would like it, eat it. Food is never something to worry about here. You are safe." Amelia nodded and wordlessly picked up her fork and tasted a small bite of the confection. Here eyes lit up, and she followed it with another and a gulp of her hot chocolate. Larissa smiled at you and went about eating her own food.

"Amelia, my sweet. There is something we want to talk to you about. I promise you aren't in any trouble." Amelia's eyes shot up, and she lost control of her emotions. " I knew it! You are getting rid of me! It was all an act!" She started to run away from the table, but Larissa was quick and slid her chair back in time to catch the sobbing girl and pull her into a hug, resisting the girl fighting to get free. "Amelia, no! You don't understand. We want to help you!" Larissa held the girl in her lap and rocked her until the sobs turned into small whimpers. Larissa looked over to you, silently asking you to explain. You nodded to the living room and watched your wife scoop the girl up and carry her to the couch.

You came back in with 3 fresh poured hot chocolates and sat on the opposite of Larissa. Amelia was in the middle leaning on Larissa's chest, and you gently pulled your feet up and Amelia's into your lap. You reached behind you and covered her with a soft plush blanket that she immediately smiled at and snuggled into.

"Amelia, my friend Mary is coming over tonight. She is a social worker who works with kiddos like you. She is very kind and when I talked with her she had no reason that you couldn’t come stay with us. But she's going to ask a lot of questions, and we will be with you the entire time. I know it sounds scary, but I promise that as long as you tell the truth, it will all be ok." You gently rubbed circles on her calf and tried to keep your voice as calm as possible.

"Okay… but you promise you won't let her take me away? And you'll stay with me?!" Amelia was almost shaking with fear. "We promise sweet girl, we won't leave you." Larissa said with a soft kiss to her forehead.

After a bit, you turned on a movie called Ponyo, and the girl fell asleep with her head in Larissa's lap, and her legs curled up against you. Larissa scratched her head and soothingly ran her fingers through her hair. A few hours went by, and you got up to start fixing dinner. Just a simple pot roast, you had been slow cooking, potatoes and carrots, and baked mac n cheese. Hopefully, Amelia liked what you made. You normally weren't nervous about you cooking, but this was a touchy subject as you are now finding out.

A soft knock on the door alerted you, and you rushed to get it, holding a hand up to Larissa to not wake the sleeping girl on her lap. She gave you a silent smile of thanks, and you opened the door. "Mary! It's so good to see you. Please come in, shoes by the door if you don't mind. With my autoimmune, we try not to bring all of the outside in." You chuckled and gave her a hug. "Amelia is asleep in the living room holding Larissa hostage." You laughed and offered her a cup of tea.

Larissa managed to get up without disturbing the young girl and join you two at the table. "So tell me a bit about her," Mary asked gently, looking at Larissa, who had a death grip on your hand. "She doesn't trust anyone. She has eating issues. Not anorexia or anything like that, but she nearly broke into a million pieces this morning when we "hadn't told her she could eat yet."" it was awful. I now know why she often eats in her room and not in the cafeteria at the school." Larissa wiped away a single tear and held back many more. "Well, while she's sleeping, I wanted to tell you, her grandfather is not a good person. In fact, when I went to speak with him, he signed over custody to us. He said he didn't want a mongrel outcast anyway." Mary sighed, and both you and Larissa had trails of tears running down your face. "My goodness, what does that mean for her now?" Larissa quietly exclaimed. "Well, we have two options, but she will have to express her want in the matter. One she goes into state care. Two custody is signed over to you two. You both have the qualifications to take on an outcast child. The question is, do you want to?" Mary sighed. She knew this was a huge decision for them to make.

You looked at Larissa, and she looked back to you, but before you could say anything, Amelia came running in, and Larissa immediately scooted her chair back and let the girl climb in her lap "My sweet girl, what's wrong!" She softly spoke and cradled her. "You were gone! I thought you left me! I had a dream that you left me too!" Amelia sobbed into her chest, and you reached over to rub her back as Larissa rocked her gently, both of you trying to calm her down. Mary just sat back and smiled, watching the two of you love and sooth the girl. Once she had calmed and you dried her tears, she stayed sitting on Larissa's lap absentmindedly playing with a piece of her long hair. "Amelia, this is our friend Mary, she has a few questions to ask you. It's okay, love. we are right here and can take a break if you need it." Amelia nodded but still kept a hold of Larissa's hair, trying to soothe herself.

"Hi Amelia, can I ask you some questions?" Amelia nodded yes but didn't say anything. "I want to talk about your grandfather Arnold." Amelia immediately stiffened and pushed back into Larissa's chest. "Has he ever been mean or hurt you?" Mary watched Amelia's non-verbal cues and felt like she already knew the answer. Amelia nodded again, and Mary asked if she could elaborate. "He puts me in the chain room." You held your breath hearing her words. "What is the chain room?" Mary softly asked. "Umm… it's where bad girls like me go, that's what Grandad says. He says I don't get nice things because I'm different. He puts chains on my ankles and turns out the lights. And umm… if I'm quiet, I get a snack at night." Larissa had silent tears rolling down her cheeks, and your eyes were burning. "Amelia, my love, would you like some juice?" You asked, thankful she nodded so you could compose yourself for a moment. "Amelia, what does your snack include if you're quiet?" Mary asked, feeling her gut lurch at the sentence. "He says I can have a slice of bread. Sometimes it's moldy, but if I don't eat it, I can't have anything else because I'm selfish." Amelia tucked her head into the crook of Larissa's neck and twirled her hair again, trying to find comfort from the person who she thought was nice and warm and maybe even loved her.

You returned with the juice, hoping your cheeks weren't too red from the silent cry you had in the kitchen. As soon as you set down, Larissa spoke softly, saying she needed to use the restroom. To your surprise, Amelia nodded and came over to your lap and gave you a wordless ask if she could sit with you. You nodded and pulled her onto your lap. Larissa returned, and Amelia stayed on your lap, waiting for Mary wondering if she had any more questions. "Amelia, where is the chain room?" "In the cellar…" she spoke with barely a whisper. "Amelia, I don't think going back to your grandad is the best option. He's in a bit of trouble right now, but don't worry, you are safe. Would you like to stay with foster parents who have other kids your age, or would you prefer Larissa and Y/N to become your legal guardians?" Mary asked, and you and your wife held your breath, waiting for her answer. Amelia looked up at Larissa and asked, "Can I stay with you, Rissa? I…I promise I'll be good and i can sleep on the floor it's no problem!" She almost sounded like she was begging. You let out a sigh of relief, and Larissa smiled. "Yes, my peach, you can. You can stay forever, my darling. And you won't sleep on the floor, you will have your own room honey." Amelia jumped up and hugged Larissa as tight as she would, then turned to you and hugged you too. "Miss Mary? Umm… can I still stay here tonight, or do I have to go back to grandads for break?" She asked timidly, squeezing your hand a bit. "No, sweetheart, you don't have to ever see him again if you don't want to. Why don't you take your juice to the living room and watch some TV while I talk with Y/N and Larissa. Okay hun?" Amelia nodded and did as she was asked.

"I have enough here and her taped confession to grant you immediate emergency guardianship, and we can file for permanent motion as soon as an arrest is made." Mary spoke, pulling out a document to sign and sliding it over to you both. After you and your wife signed it, she used her notary stamp and signed herself. Pulling off the copy sheet to give to you both. "You are now her guardians, or well, her parents. I would say congratulations in any other situation, but it doesn't seem appropriate." You and Larissa both hugged and wiped away your tears.

The rest of the night went on, and the four of you enjoyed dinner together. You chuckled as Amelia ate, smiling at every bite like it was the best thing she had ever had. When Mary left you 3, you started settling for bed. "Amelia, would you like to take a shower before bed?" She nodded at Larissa's question, and you both led her up to the spare bathroom and made sure she had all she needed. After she was done, she got dressed and headed to the room you had shown her. "Would you like me to brush and braid your hair peach?" Larissa asked, and she nodded and hopped up on the bed, letting Larissa softly take care of her hair. By the time she was done, Amelia was yawning and looked like she was going to fall asleep sitting up. "Time for bed, little lady." You said and pulled back the covers for her to climb into. You pulled out a fluffy pink teddy bear you had purchased yesterday for her, and she happily latched onto it and snuggled down. It only took a few minutes for her to fall asleep before you and Larissa turned out the lights and closed the door a bit, leaving the hall light on for her.

After getting ready for bed, you both climbed in, and you laid your head on Larissa's chest. "We have a daughter." You said with slight disbelief in your voice. "I know… she's really ours. I want her to stay here, not the academy. She will get more support that way." Larissa softly spoke, and you nodded. After a few minutes, you both fell asleep, finally letting the day take over you both.

You woke up around 3am to your door creaking open and soft cries coming from Amelia. Shaking Larissa awake, you gently waved your hand for her to come up to you. "What's wrong, my love? Did you have a bad dream?" Amelia nodded, and Larissa pulled her up into the bed with the bear you had given her between you two, rocking her gently. "Shh, it's okay, peach, you're safe, nothing bad can get you here." Larissa cooed and stroked the sweat covered hair from her forehead. Amelia was already falling back asleep in her arms, and your wife gently laid her down with you two. In a sleepy haze, Amelia mumbled, letting sleep overtake her. "Love you, Mama." Larissa's eyes went wife as you just smiled at her and laid your hand on Amelia's back following suit.

#larissa weems #gwendoline christie #larissa weems x reader #larissa x wife!reader #larissa x y/n #gwendolineuniverse #principal weems #larissa x reader #jan stevens #wednesday

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eryiss · 3 months

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[Fraxus] Multifaceted - Part 1

Or: The 5 Times Laxus Learned of a New Skill Freed Possessed, & The 1 Time He Fell Victim To Them

Summary: For the rest of the world, it had been seven years. For the members of Fairy Tail it had all been in the blink of an eye. But, for Laxus, that was more than enough time for his closest friend to seem like an entirely new person. This self assured, competent Freed was something new to Laxus, and he found himself enjoying it. Perhaps a little too much… Note: I’m back, probably only for this and then I’ll slink away again. It should have a new chapter every other day. Hope you enjoy. Links: Ao3, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

1: Cooking

Laxus was practically a dead man walking as he approached his apartment building, and wanted nothing more than to collapse onto a bed and sleep for the rest of the week. He couldn't, of course. When he and Freed had been forced to move into an apartment with only enough space for one bed, they'd decided they'd alternate each night on who got to use it, and who had to make do with the armchair. Freed was generous, but he wasn't so generous to give up the bed for a whole week.

God, Laxus missed having a bedroom to himself.

But when you're wiped off the face of the planet for seven years, and your bank decides your dead and absorbs your assets, you don't get to be picky. The jobs coming into the new, barely surviving Fairy Tail were not good. Whereas previously its members had been comfortable financially, they now all had to scrimp and save. Hence, sharing a tiny apartment with Freed.

It could have been worse; a lot worse. He and Freed had always gotten along well, and after a long talk on the boat back to Magnolia's shores, they had an understanding. Things had changed a little between them; Laxus had been humbled after the harvest festival, and Freed had come into his own. He seemed comfortable in his skin in a way Laxus hadn't seen before. He'd always been in control and able to dominate the room the moment he walked in, but now he made it look effortless. Like he was walking with his head held high not because he felt the need to, but because he felt no need not to.

Living together was going well, that was all. Laxus did wish they could afford a better place, and as he trundled up the stairs, he wished they'd found a place on a lower floor.

He forced the door open - it was stiff on its hinges - and it took a second for the scent to hit him. Rich and indulgent meat, thick and butter ladened potatoes, a cluster of vegetables all with the char of a grill, and the slightest whiff of red wine filled the room. After a month of eating bread and the occasional piece of fruit on his mission, the hit of flavour could have made Laxus weep.

"Ah, you're here," said Freed, looking over his shoulder from where he stood at the kitchenette, stirring a pot of something. "I was hoping you'd be back soon. I was a little preemptive with the vegetables."

"You cooked?" Laxus asked, dumping his duffel bag on the floor.

"It seems so, yes," Freed nodded, raising a ladle of cabbage to prove it. "How did it go? Did you get paid this time?"

"I did," Laxus shoved the door closed, half tempted to collapse into the armchair. He stank, though, and if he remembered correctly it was Freed's turn to sleep in the chair. It'd be a dick move to make it reek before Freed had to deal with it. "The guy tried to negotiate the price down after it was over, but I think I scared him."

"Wonderful," Freed hummed slightly. "I can see why no other guild will take them."

The only worthwhile jobs that Fairy Tail had gotten recently were S-Class and A-Class jobs that the bigger guilds would not post. They saw Fairy Tail as desperate and willing to overlook certain issues, some of which consisted of underpayments from the job poster. They clearly had forgotten how Fairy Tail functioned; the guild had always been paid in full, even if they needed to throw a few punches to get it.

"Yeah, it's ridiculous," Laxus agreed, deciding to take a seat at the tiny, rickety dining room table that had come with the apartment. The chair was uncomfortable on a good day, but not being on his feet was too heavenly for him to care. He took a moment to sink into his chair, and watched as Freed opened the oven, taking a steaming dish out. God, the smell! "You seriously cooked?"

"Yes," Freed said as he placed the dish onto the counter. He looked at Laxus with amusement in his eyes. He was so much more open with his emotions now, it was nice. "Why does that shock you?"

"I never knew you could. You used to make Bix do all the cooking on missions."

"Yes, well," he reached for a spatula and broke the surface of whatever was in the dish. "I had always wanted to cook, but for some time I didn't allow myself to learn. I saw it as a frivolity, or something… indulgent. I had other things to deal with."

Other things being Laxus' stupid ego trip, no doubt. "You mean the harvest festival?"

"Among other things," Freed waved off. "When you were gone, I had time to spare, and eventually picked up a cookbook. I got rather good at it, I must say. Though admittedly I had a more generous budget then. But, I've quite enjoyed the challenge of stretching myself. Hence: cottage pie."

He scooped a large pile of meat, veg and potatoes onto a plate. The rich scent that filled the room was drool inducing. "It smells amazing. Don't know what exactly it is though."

"Minced beef, onion, carrots, peas, a few herbs, salt, pepper, a sauce which for the life of me I cannot pronounce the name of - don't you dare tell Bix or Ever, they'll be insufferable - and a dash of red wine. And mashed potatoes on top, obviously," Freed filled two plates with the food, bringing them both to the table. A bowl of mixed vegetables quickly followed, and the already opened bottle of red wine - the cheapest Laxus has ever seen Freed purchase - was placed between them before Freed sat down. "Enjoy."

"I will," Laxus promised, and it wouldn't be a difficult one to keep.

He forked a generous amount of the food and bit into it, a groan of pleasure slipping out before he could halt it. It was simple food, and would have been easy to turn your nose up at if you were a pretentious dick, but it was amazing. The flavours felt exaggerated and brought to life, thick and heavy and so rich.

Freed's eyes were clearly on him, waiting for a verbal confirmation as to the quality. Laxus felt like his partial moan should have told him, and as such didn't rush to swallow. It had been months since he'd had a good meal, and he intended to savour it.

"Oh for heaven's sake," Freed huffed when Laxus immediately went to take another bite. Laxus grinned.

"What?"

"You very well know what," Freed snapped, watching the forkful of food, daring Laxus to try and bite into it. Laxus didn't say anything, but cocked up a brow to prompt Freed. Freed complied. "Validate my ego, you tedious man."

"Hm," Laxus hummed. "I don't know if I've had enough of it yet to come to a fair judgement. Hold on."

As Laxus took a very performative mouthful of food, Freed watched him with a decidedly unimpressed expression. He took a bite of his own food, which he finished significantly quicker than Laxus had. He watched silently as Laxus finally swallowed his second forkful of food.

"Maybe one more bite."

"I think I might actually stab you."

Laxus laughed, slowly placed his fork down and leant back in his chair. Freed faux glared at him, waiting for him to speak.

"Honestly, it's amazing," Laxus said, dropping the joking tone. "I genuinely don't think I've eaten anything this good since I was kicked out of the guild."

"There's no need to exaggerate."

"I'm not, this is amazing," Laxus assured him, watching as Freed started to eat his own food properly. "I'm not gonna pretend that I ate well for any of that time, but this is still so much better. Honestly, after the last couple weeks, this feels like the best meal I've ever had."

"Well then," Freed sniffed slightly. "Don't let it go cold."

Laxus complied, and the two ate their dinner in silence. The food really was amazing, and as cheap as the wine was, it felt like a luxury. All thoughts of collapsing into bed when he got home had been forgotten; this food was a much greater indulgence. That was why Laxus had no qualms about running his finger over the plate, licking it clean.

Freed must have seen that, because he wordlessly took the plate off Laxus and walked back to the counter. As he piled another serving on, Laxus complained that he could have done that.

"As if I'm letting you near my cookware," Freed huffed. "It's the only thing worth a damn in this place."

"What about our friendship?" Laxus teased, leaning on his hand with a smirk.

"Oh don't be tedious," Freed rolled his eyes, but he was smiling.

In that moment, with Freed standing at the counter, serving the fruits of his labour, with a small smile on his face, with his sleeves rolled up and his hair tied back, Laxus realised something. Something he'd never considered before, but in that moment felt entirely obvious. Freed was a very handsome man.

Huh. That was something to think about.

But not at that moment. He had a second helping to devour, and he wasn't going to waste it on the weird fluttery feeling in his chest.

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