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w2soneshots · 3 months

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Can I request Harry x female reader smut based on the hide & seek sidemen challenge. Harry finds the reader and they think they can get a quickie in before anyone finds them but they get caught. Queue the funny hard launch and teases from everyone.

If you feel uncomfortable doing smut then Harry x female reader based on the holiday vs holiday vids. You’re invited to join them where a bond with Harry deepens, super cute moments that make it into the edit.

Hide & seek -W2S

Words: 0.8k+

Warnings: light smut, head (fem receiving).

In which the sidemen ask you to join their hide & seek video and you and Harry get up to no good.

a/n: I love this idea! (Also I know it’s not exactly like your request but I just started writing and sort of forgot lol)🤍

I've been with Harry for over three years now. We met during a YouTube event, exchanged numbers, went on a few dates, fucked, then he asked if I'd be his girlfriend, of course I said yes. Naturally I became good friends with the boys along with Talia, Faith and Freya. I've been in a few of there videos before and recently they asked if I'd be in a hide and seek, I immediately said yes.

Today is the day of the video. I woke up next to Harry. "Morning." I said groggily. "Good morning, sleep good?" He asked pulling me into his chest. I hummed "yea." We got up and out of bed soon after, got in the shower and got ready. I did my hair and makeup simple then walked into the kitchen to see Harry and grab some breakfast. He was fully ready, spreading butter over his toast. "Want some?" He asked over his shoulder. I nodded "yes please!"

Once we ate breakfast, we headed to the location of the shoot. When we arrived, after an hour and a half drive, Harry parked the car and we got out. "Oh my god, this place is crazy!" I said looking at the mansion. "Hey!" I said when I spotted JJ, me and him get along great, when I first started dating Harry he really made an effort to include me when we were at parties etc, which I really appreciated. "Hi, how are you?" He said pulling me into a friendly hug. "Good, good. You?" I responded. He smiled "Great!..." And went on to tell me all about some new music that he's been working on. Which I'm very excited to listen to.

They're filming "sidemen hide and seek in the most expensive house in London" so when everyone arrived the women who owned the house showed us around, also marking what areas were in and out of bounds. Then the camera men set up all of their cameras and filming began. "Ladies and gentlemen welcome to London's most expensive house, ever!" JJ began. "And we have a special guest, since we don't have Tobi we thought we'd invite someone else... y/n, since you loved her so much in the other videos!" JJ continued. The camera came up into my face, I smiled and waved. And everyone cheered. Then the video sprung straight into action, the boys immediately ran over to the massive zip line at the end of the hill below us. I stood next to JJ and laughed at their antics.

Soon everyone began hiding, I quickly found a spot in one of the rooms upstairs, it was small- a little bit like a wardrobe but could easily fit a few people. I sat on the floor, in the dark with my camera and waited. Soon I heard footsteps and stood up, then the door cracked open and I heard a gasp, "you scared the shit out of me!" Harry whispered. "Oh, it's you I thought you were JJ!" I said just as quietly. He stepped into the room. "You know... everyone's outside..." Harry said with a smirked. My mouth dropped into an O shape. "Harry!" I whisper, shouted and pushed my elbow into his chest. He slowly made his way down and onto his knees, then raised his eyebrows. I sighed then cheekily smiled "go on then." I whispered. His smirk grew bigger and he quickly pulled down my skirt along with my knickers. I gasped suddenly at the feeling of his tongue running through my folds. I grabbed his hair hard with my hand as he continued.

He stood up, smirk still plastered on his face. "Thank you, I'll remember that later." I said quietly into his ear and he groaned slightly. Suddenly the door swung open. Me and Harry both jumped back and our backs hit the wall. JJ along with Ethan and two camera men stood in front of us, thank god I'd already pulled my pants up. "Ha! Got ya!" JJ exclaimed. But Ethan looked at us with a funny face, "uh, what were you too doing in here?". I took in an unsteady breath "hiding?" I quickly replied. "You sure?" He said cocking a brow. "Yup." Harry said then moved past the boys and I quickly followed.

"Your hairs looking a little messy Harry." Ethan shouted after us with his signature laugh. After the video ended Ethan informed the rest of the group of what he'd seen and they immediately began teasing us. The teasing took a long time to die down but to be honest me and Harry both thought it was pretty hilarious.

#fanfic #image #oneshot #sidemen #harry lewis #harry w2s #w2s #w2s imagine #w2s x reader #w2s fic #wrotoshaw #wroetoshaw #smut #request #hide and seek #sidemen sunday

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sinkovia · 4 months

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Fluff idea!!!!!!

Hear me out:

Reader adopts two cats, Price has to deal with them :3

I jus think it'll be fun

I THINK PRICE WOULD HAVE SO MUCH BEEF WITH THE CATS LMAO. Only at first though, I feel like he would slowly start warming up to them after realizing they could be sweet and not act like giant New York street rats.

As you enter the pet store to grab some bird feed for your front porch hummingbird feeders, you find yourself drawn to the area near the adoption center. You heard the sound of soft mewing as you approached, and two feline faces peered out from a cage, their eyes reflecting a mixture of curiosity and wariness.

Reading the tag, you discovered that they were a girl and boy duo who had just arrived at the store yesterday. Found in a box outside, they looked a bit worse for wear, and the tag mentioned that they were the last ones left for adoption. Unable to resist the pull of compassion, you decided to get a closer look.

One of the cats, the more adventurous of the two, cautiously approached. You extended your hand through the bars, and the cat sniffed it curiously before rubbing the top of its head against your palm. A wave of affection swept over you as you felt the soft fur under your fingers.

The two kitties had tugged at your heartstrings, and you knew you couldn't leave them behind. Your excitement grew, and with a sense of purpose, you started looking for a store worker to inquire about the adoption process. The idea of providing a loving home for them made your trip to the pet store even more fulfilling than you had anticipated.

The front door creaked open, and you slipped inside with a cardboard box cradled carefully in your arms. John, engrossed in something on the TV, glanced your way as he heard the door but didn't pay it much mind until he saw you with the box.

"What's in the box?" curiosity etched on his face.

"Nothing," you replied with a sly smile, but just as you spoke, a soft meow emanated from the box. John raised an eyebrow, immediately skeptical.

"No, you didn't," he declared with a knowing look as the meows continued. You winced slightly, rubbing your stomach, and with a dramatic expression, "Ooo wow, must have been that food I ate earlier. I'm so gassy,"

The meows persisted, growing louder, and you paused. Caught in the act, you couldn't suppress your smile. John just shook his head, laughing at your attempt at secrecy. You kneeled down, letting them out of the box. They slowly peeked their heads out one after the other.

“You got two? love.” You quickly picked one up, holding him up in front of John’s face.

“Look how cute they are hun. This one is Chucky and that one is Tiff. It’s short for Tiffany.” He smiled seeing how excited you were.

As days passed, John's initial amusement turned into exasperation when he found himself facing the challenges that came with the new additions to the family. The first encounter was during a flea bath. Attempting to help, he found himself in a comical struggle as Chucky scratched him when he wriggled in his arms.

"You bloody spawn of the devil!" John exclaimed as he ran up his arm and scratched down his back. Losing his balance, he stumbled foward, ending up in the tub, now covered in cat hair.

You quickly put Tiff down, “Oh my god are you okay?” you helped him out of the tub and left to get a towel. He huffed, glaring at Chucky lick his paw on the bathroom counter as if nothing happened.

Nighttime snuggling became a distant memory as the cats took their positions on either side of you, leaving no room for John to join in. He would glare at them as they slept peacefully, snuggled and warm next to you, and all he could do was shake his head, muttering about "bloody spawns of the devil."

The next morning, as John stood in the kitchen, pouring coffee into a mug, he saw Chucky eyeing him from the counter. He scowled at him.

"You're like a rat, you know that?" he muttered, shooting a glare at him. "You think you can snuggle up next to my wife and kick me to the curb? You're a little devil spawn."

Your head peeked into the kitchen, eyebrows raised. "Did you say something?"

John casually took a step back from the cat, "No, love. Nothing at all." when you left he took a sip of his coffee glaring at Chucky who just slowly blinked at him.

One afternoon, during John's focused work, the duo darted through the house, leaving chaos in their wake as they knocked over his coffee mug. While John sighed in frustration, you got up chasing after them. Catching one of the troublemakers, you held him up to John's face.

"I'm sorry for spilling coffee on your paperwork, I promise it won't happen again," you voiced the imaginary apology on behalf of Chucky. John initially wore an unamused expression until you peeked your head from behind the feline, revealing an apologetic smile. The tension melted, and a reluctant grin spread across John's face.

In the days that followed, the cats, undeterred by John's attempts to shoo them away, found his legs to be irresistible scratching posts. Persistent and curious, they continued their mischief, extending their claws despite John's efforts to maintain a sense of composure.

On one particular night, as John lay on his back, Tiff decided to make herself comfortable. She stretched luxuriously before gracefully climbing onto his chest, kneading his stomach with her paws. After a few rounds of kneading, she curled into a ball, settling on his chest. John huffed out a sigh, feeling the weight of the feline on him. Her large, puffy tail occasionally swiped across his nose, prompting him to turn his head to the side. However, her tail still managed to find its way toward him, eliciting a sneeze or two and a touch of irritation to the otherwise peaceful night.

John couldn't deny the joy the cats brought to the household. John found himself growing attached to the mischievous pair. The initial resistance transformed into reluctant acceptance, and before long, he was reaching for them to scratch behind their ears and indulging them in their nightly cuddle sessions. The stray cats had not only found a home but had also carved out a special place in John's heart.

╭∩╮( •̀_•́ )╭∩╮ << Price to Chucky when reader isn't looking.

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teagballs · 4 months

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I just read your Dennis fic, and if you were going to write a part 2 would you be able to make it that Dennis doesn’t immediately tell reader he likes her? He just starts acting really weird when she’s around?

Like maybe, Dennis Charlie and Mac are insulting Dee and reader says something like “that it’s not nice” then Dennis goes, “yeah that’s seriously not nice guys.” And everyone’s just confused cause like he was saying mean stuff too.

If it’s to much trouble or if you don’t wanna write this please just ignore this 🧍🧍

"like no one else" | dennis reynolds x reader

read part one here

authors note: ur mind anon UR MIND BROOO. this prompt was amazing and i had to do it but also it took me a month cuz i was busy. OOPS. i hope i did it justice cuz i took it and ran LMAO

requests open as always!! looking to do some charlie kelly stuff, so if u have any ideas for him lmk!!

cw: fem reader, mentions of objectification of women and the D.E.N.N.I.S system ofc, lil smoochie smoo at the end but nothing nsfw, 1.4k words

Dennis stumbled out of the restaurant, abandoning his date and this old life of promiscuity behind, seemingly. He walked down the street, pulling out his phone. He entered your name into his contacts, ready to confess everything. Ready to tell you how much you mean to him. Ready to love you. But then he stopped. His finger hovered over the call button and he thought, "what am I doing?" It was the emotion of the situation that made him act with such heedlessness. He didn't even know if you felt that way about him, if you felt the same deep connection he did. For him, it was a feeling like no other. It felt like you got him in a way no one else did. With understanding and kindness too. But to you? Dennis could just be a good friend to you. And if that was the case, what was the point in risking it all? He took a deep breath, shoving his phone back in his pocket. No, he shouldn't act so incautiously.

In the following weeks, Dennis found himself falling deeper and deeper for you. Every action you took, every word you spoke. He found himself obsessing over it. He tried not to come off as creepy - although that was hard, this was Dennis. His still kept his distance as usual, but now with a growing infatuation. He believed he was portraying this neutrality to you well, but this facade was challenged today.

"Y'know what guys, I'm really excited for this date tonight," Dee began to explain as she sat at the bar with Dennis, Charlie, Mac, and you.

"Oh shut up, Dee, nobody cares about your stupid date," Mac barked. Degrading her as usual.

It was water off a duck's back for dee, "You're just jealous I have a date Mac." She rhymed off before taking another swig of her beer.

"How'd you get this one to go out with you, Dee?" Charlie began in defence of Mac, "What'd you do? Steal his dog?"

"What? God no, what the fuck are you talking about?" Dee said.

Dennis didn't involve himself in verbally bullying his sister as he usually would. Usually, he would come in with the worst, most grating jabs. Instead, he silently observed how you scrolled on your phone, occasionally taking a sip of your drink, noticing how your brows furrowed ever so slightly in frustration.

"Even if you do go on this date, Dee, the only way you'll get him to stay is if you steal his phone or something!" Mac snarled.

"Yeah, you stupid bird!" Charlie said, which resulted in loud laughter from the men.

"God, would you just leave her alone, you two? Do you have nothing better to do?" You snapped at them finally. Dennis noticed your frustration and wanting to support and comfort you, he responded;

"Yeah, guys, leave her alone. You're both so sad." Dennis said in his usual 'I'm not wrong about anything ever and you're stupid for being wrong' tone.

Silence. Everyone, including you, turns to face Dennis. Did he just defend Dee? The sister he swore he hated?

"Dennis, what did you just say?" Mac asked cautiously and filled with confusion.

"I said leave Dee alone."

Dennis didn't really care all that much about Dee. Really, all her cared about was proving to you he did. He wanted to be on your side, always. To have your approval.

"Thank you, Dennis," you agreed. Dennis's heart swelled. 'God, what's wrong with me?' he thought. He had never felt this many emotions ever. Never mind for one person.

"That was weird, right? Earlier? When Dennis, like, stood up for Dee?" Charlie asked Mac.

"Oh yeah! For sure! I have no clue why he did that. I mean, just yesterday me, you, Frank, and Dennis were ragging on her for being a failed actress." Mac replied, causing laughter between the pair at the thought of this previous discussion.

"So... what changed?" Charlie puzzled.

"Everyone was there, except.. except for her." Mac hypothesised that when you were there, Dennis avoided talking poorly of Dee.

"But why? What does she change?"

Mac shrugged, "Maybe he's trying to D.E.N.N.I.S her."

"Huh. Doesn't really seem like his usual type." Charlie said.

Dennis was definitely not trying to D.E.N.N.I.S you. He made that distinctly clear in his mind. He wasn't following the steps at all, going out of his way to avoid flirtation with you, actually, to avoid raising suspicions. And the final step, 'separate entirely,' was most certainly one he didn’t want to follow. He wanted to spend forever and ever with you. Why? He didn't understand it himself. He was Dennis Reynolds, the Golden God! How come he was acting so pathetic?

You were starting to notice his weird behaviour. You had known Dennis for years. He was never this.. clingy? Not that you minded, really. You had always thought he was attractive, sure - charismatic too - but his general objectification of woman and lack of interest in a stable and long-term relationship certainly deterred you. Still, though, you couldn't help but feel your heart shatter every time he would talk about the girl he was planning to go out with next. You had grown tougher over the years of knowing him, accepting that he would never change, and he would never see you like that. This new attention from his was definitely appreciated, but strange.

This all came to head a couple of weeks into this behaviour. You and Dennis sat in the bar together on a slow Tuesday. You had been testing him slightly. You were saying things to provoke him - small things. Things that would usually lead to a disagreement or argument or him going on a long Dennis rant. But he didn't budge. He didn’t roar obscenities or call you an idiot or react negatively at all. He would just nod and smile. And then he would agree. You couldn't take it. Was it some cruel joke? To get your hopes up or make you look stupid? You didn't get the punchline.

"Alright, Dennis, what's with you lately."

Dennis freezes. He feared you had picked up on his feelings towards you. He feared this would be the end of it all, and he had ruined it, and you would leave and he would never see you again.

"What do you mean?" Dennis replied. He was lucky he was such a good liar. He played coy well. But you didn't back down.

"You've been acting weird. You just agree with everything I say, and you're hanging around me a lot and like you keep not making fun of Dee when I'm here. You're always looking at me too. Is it some sort of joke I don't get? Are you making fun of me? That's mean."

Dennis felt emotions, oh god. He located that he felt regret and frustration and guilt and guilt and guilt. 'Mean'. He wasn't trying to be mean. She thought it was some sort of joke, but no. This was how he really felt. He really wanted to spend all his time admiring you, he wanted to agree with you on everything, that's all he could think about for the past month. And for once in his life, Dennis was at sea for words.

"I... I didn't..." Dennis attempted. But he couldn't convey his words in a safe manner. In a manner that meant if you didn't feel the same way it would be okay and you could keep being friends.

"I think I'm in love with you." Dennis sighed.

"It was after that date. With that chick. What was her name? Candy? Karen? Doesn't matter." Dennis rambled. "It was then when I realised I never want to be with anyone else, if not you. I don't think anyone had ever understood me the way you have. And I just spiralled after then? I haven't stopped thinking about you." That would be a creepy comment if it wasn't something you had always wanted to hear from him.

It was your turn to be speechless. Instead of saying anything your eyes scanned his face for any indication of falsehood. Nothing. You saw and expression on Dennis's face that you had never seen before. One that could be equated to not knowing the answer. Clueless. Maybe afraid? You open your mouth to speak again but Dennis cuts you off and speaks first. Like he's trying to drown out a negative response. Like covering your ears to block out the sound of a gunshot; the damage would still be done.

Dennis looked at you, waiting for the gunshot.

"Dennis.. I feel the same way. Of course I do, oh my God." You finally say. Your voice is small and hoarse, like you have never used it before. Quickly, before anyone can say anything else, Dennis envelops you in a kiss. A kiss that isn't filled with lust, something Dennis isn't used to. His lips lean into yours in a desperate attempt to convey his gratefulness and love and devotion to you. You grip at his sides. You understand.

#x reader #iasip x reader #its always sunny in philidelphia x reader #dennis reynolds x reader #dennis reynolds #fanfic

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 1 year

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Hello! Me again, I hope you have a wonderful day

If you don't have many requests, and if you have time and are interested in this one, how about a Wendigo reader? For more context it would be; It is a forest creature that takes human form to more easily attract its prey, and when it catches them, it changes to its original form and devours them.

So she was calm in her forest (since she had not died and she is also a supernatural creature, her soul was not in Valhalla) but she was brought by mistake and it turns out that she arrives at the combat arena where everyone mistakes her for a fighter , and feeling threatened, she shows her true form and kills her opponent.

I hope you like my request, I don't see much of this being romantic or platonic for anyone, but maybe you can write their reactions, again I don't have favorites so whoever you write I will love them 💕

-Your forest was soothing, calm, peaceful, and your, far from human civilizations, fresh water and plenty of game around to sink your teeth into. It was paradise.

-You normally explored your forest in your human form, looking unassuming to any creature that came across you.

-Some creatures knew what you were, a predator, mainly other predators, who could sense your strength, and most were wise enough not to challenge you, unless if they had a death wish.

-You had been raised in a normal home, but always felt a bit different from other humans, wanting to be in the forests, running free.

-When you first changed, in a fit of rage, you were just as stunned as the others around you, including the one you killed in self-defense.

-You ran and hid, deep within your forest, refusing to ever go back. The only time you did was to go to the library, to look up any information but everything came back as myths and legends, of a creature called a wendigo, a shape shifting creature. The second time you tried you were attacked, being called a monster and many hunters went after you, bent on taking your life as you were a threat.

-You were walking around, looking for berries, as you wanting something sweet to eat, the sun was shining and nothing seemed amiss.

-A deer shot by you, spooking you as you leapt back, seeing that it was running from a threat, but you could smell or even hear anything.

-You found a glowing ball of white light, just hovering in a small clearing of trees, doing nothing else but floating and glowing.

-You circled it a few times, trying to figure out what this was, as you had never seen anything like this before.

-You hesitated, only for a moment before you reached out and touched it. All your senses were immediately blinded as you got flash banged, everything going dark and quiet, for a moment or two.

-When your senses returned, the roaring cheers of the crowds were heard and you immediately looked around, finding yourself in a massive arena.

-Many were stunned by your sudden appearance, you weren’t the warrior scheduled to fight this round, while others were cheering, excited to see more carnage.

-You were frantic, scared, looking around before you heard a war cry, turning to see a man with a large sword leaping down at you.

-Your eyes widened, it felt like your heart almost stopped and immediately you shifted, clawed hands grabbing at his throat as you screamed out, but it sounded like the roar of a beast.

-The god didn’t stand a chance.

-Zeus shouted down that you weren’t a competitor, as he and a few others, strong gods or those who were attuned with magic, like Odin, realized you were transported to the stadium by an unknown magic.

-You fled through the door that opened behind you, looking for a place to hide, you were a predator, but even the strongest can get scared, and all you wanted to do was find a place to hide.

-Brunnhilde and some of the other human fighters found you in an empty waiting room, meant for fighters, curled up against the far corner, now back in your human form, your clothes shredded, hanging on by tatters.

-Goll reported to Zeus and Odin, after Brunnhilde managed to calm you down enough to approach, giving you a blanket, how you were transported to this unknown place and that you were a wendigo. Neither god had heard of a magic like this before and were quick to put the word out, inquiring if anyone knew of this transportation magic.

-Adam was weird, even for a human, you could sense he was immensely powerful, even more so than you, but at the same time, you weren’t afraid of him.

-He sat with you, giving you space, but he was so soothing, calming you down enough to think clearly, no longer putting anyone else at a potential risk, as you didn’t want to lash out at anyone accidentally.

-You were stunned to learn where you actually were, remembering hearing about Valhalla when you were a child, learning about it in school, but you were also really confused, as you weren’t technically dead.

-Your circumstances were very unique, and it raised a lot of questions, and when one was answered, two more cropped up.

-The tournament you were pulled into was called Ragnarok, a yearly fighting tournament, pitting gods against humans in fights to the death, but at the end, all those who had died would be returned to life, it was a tournament that happened every other year and was the biggest event of the year!

-You were cleaned up and given new clothes, being almost immediately adopted by the Valkyries and the human fighters, who sought to protect you, after learning how cruelly you had been treated.

-You weren’t an uncontrollable beast, only when you get scared or threatened, you could shift at will and be in complete control, putting nobody at risk.

-The ones you were closest to was Adam, Jack, and Buddha.

-Adam was like the father you had always wanted but never had, as your father was one of the hunters searching for you, he would praise you, even for something small, and never failed to make you feel fluffy.

-Jack was able to understand you, if you wanted space, he would give it to you, if you wanted comfort, his arms were open and ready.

-When you learned about his own abilities, you were amazed, asking all sorts of questions which did make him smile warmly.

-Buddha was like the personification of the best hugs in the world, he was warm, comforting, you felt safe around him, and he doted on you like you were his younger sibling, even sharing his snacks with you.

-With Buddha, you weren’t just a wendigo, a monster, a shapeshifter, or a still alive human in Valhalla, you were just Y/N, and that feeling, as simple as it may sound, was so beautiful to you.

-You never wanted to leave Valhalla, feeling so safe here, you had the freedom to interact with others without feeling scared or having to watch your back.

-You refused to go back, if they ever found a way to do so, hell no.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror adam #ror jack the ripper #ror buddha

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avenirdelight · 1 year

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Stories From The Past

Trent Alexander-Arnold

They have only known about each other from stories from the past when they were so little. Now they're reunited, learning about each other, and developing something more. [Requested]

She had left her coat in the taxi that she had taken to Anfield. So if she looked like she wasn’t too excited during the match, it was solely because she was freezing. It was a cold night in Liverpool and what made it worse was how this match felt like it was taking forever.

If Trent hadn’t personally invited her to the match, she’d probably would’ve left, or at least stayed inside at the lounge to warm herself up. But during the warm-up session earlier, Trent had found her in the stands and gave her a little wave and smile. He’d even taken the time to send her a text.

Thank you for coming. See you at the lounge after the match?

And honestly she really wanted to see Trent play again. So she tried to stay and bear the cold.

He was a family friend, Trent. They had moved back to Liverpool and their parents had recently gotten in touch again after losing contact for too many years, which had led to the both families having dinner over at the Alexander-Arnold’s by their invitation. That was the first time she’d met Trent again, the boy her parents had always talked about every time they caught a Liverpool or England match on TV. They said that Trent and her were inseparable when they were little but unfortunately, she didn’t remember much of that.

The Reds managed to get the win. To be fair, it had been a good game and she’d found herself enjoying it despite the cold. Though she immediately ran inside the lounge as soon as the referee blew the final whistle.

She patiently waited for Trent at the lounge. She’d picked a spot in the corner of the room, hoping that no one would notice her, because everyone seemed to know each other and she looked like she didn’t belong there. She’d finished a slice of cake and a cup of tea and Trent still hadn’t come; she was afraid he’d forgotten about her.

She felt the biggest relief when Trent appeared exactly five minutes after her last sip of her tea. He rushed to her with an apologetic smile and she welcomed him, standing up from her seat.

“Sorry for making you wait, the coaches needed to have a word with me.” It was the first thing that Trent said before they shared a slightly awkward hug.

“Oh. I hope you’re not in trouble?”

“Nah, nah.” He chuckled. “Just some advice and little instructions for recovery day tomorrow. Uh– Where’s your friend? I thought you came with a friend.”

“Yeah, she– Something urgent came up so she needed to leave mid-game.”

“I see. Glad you stay, though.”

“Glad I did, I got to see the winning goal. Though I have to admit that it was a real challenge to bear the cold. It’s absolutely freezing out there, how did you manage to play football in that weather?”

“You just get used to it…” Trent answered. He then scanned his eyes on her, from head to toe and back again. “You dress pretty lightly for this weather.”

Her heart skipped a bit from the brief eye-scan from Trent. She could feel her cheeks warming up from embarrassment. “I, uh– I’ve clumsily left my coat on the taxi I took here…”

Trent chuckled and shook his head. “I have a spare in my car. And uh— I can give you a lift if you don’t mind.”

—

“This is much better...”

Trent looked at her, who was comfortably seated on the passenger seat. She was now all warmed up wrapped in his coat. His scent, the scent of his aftershave was all over it, and for some reason it made her feel a little bit funny inside.

“I’m flattered, to be honest with you,” Trent said as he started driving. She glanced at him in question. “You stood out there in that weather, freezing, just to watch me play.”

“Well, this wasn’t the first time.”

“What do you mean?” Trent was the one who glanced at her in question this time.

“My mum was digging the old album photos yesterday and she found a picture of us. It was you and your brother having a kickabout in your backyard,” she said with a smile on her face. She’d had the exact same smile when she saw the picture yesterday. “There was a bit of snow on the ground. And I was sitting on the porch, hugging myself, probably because of the cold.”

“Really?” The surprise look on Trent’s face was impossible to be missed, and it just made her smile wider.

“Yeah, we were so little. She said you’d always had a ball at your feet and I liked to just watch you play. I actually remembered one moment— I think you were playing footie, in the park, with kids from the neighbourhood. I sat on the bench with my mum and cheered for you.”

“Does this mean you’ve been my fan all along?”

She couldn’t actually say no. She’d been casually watching football all this time and she couldn’t deny that the boy with the number sixty six from Liverpool had always caught her attention. It was always funny to think that she’d actually been there on his football journey, right when he’d just started kicking a ball.

“You can say that,” she said as she gave him a light shrug.

“So you are a fan now?” Trent playfully asked, then let out a chuckle when he caught the shy look on her face.

“Wouldn’t stand in the cold for ninety minutes if I wasn’t.”

Trent glanced at her again, giving her a certain look that she couldn’t quite decipher, like he was entertained with what she’d just said—a slightly raised eyebrows and suppressed, amused smile.

“What?”

“Nothing. Just flattered. Really flattered.” Trent got his eye back on the road, as he bit the bottom of his lips and let out a chuckle. Whatever that was, it was enough to make her stomach flip.

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“Thank you. For the tickets, for the lift, and… The jacket,” she said, tightening the jacket around her body. They’d just stopped in front of her house, and she actually wished that he’d taken the longer route to home. Or maybe she should’ve asked him to stop somewhere to get some coffee, because she still wanted to spend more time with him. “I’ll wash the jacket and maybe, uhh, drop it at your house?”

“Okay.”

“Okay…”

Trent nodded. Their eyes were locked onto each other’s and it seemed like none of them were willing to break the staring contest. It sounded stupid but it felt like she was getting lost in his eyes. She felt her heart skipping a beat, gripping the hem of Trent’s jacket without her even realising.

“Well, do you know what? I’ll just pick up the jacket,” Trent said suddenly, still not breaking his gaze. “Friday at seven. And if you’re free… Maybe we can go have dinner?”

The silence took over the car completely as Trent’s words floated in the air. Friday at seven…? Dinner…? The words slowly sunk in her mind. Friday at seven. Dinner. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears.

“What?” It came out as barely a whisper. “Sorry, are you…”

“Asking you on a date? Yes,” Trent finished her sentence.

“Why?”

Trent finally broke the gaze as he let out a little sigh. His eyes wandered and he nervously scratched his neck. He looked like he wasn’t prepared for the question ‘why?’. She dropped her gaze too, thinking that she probably should’ve asked a better question but, really, she was dying to know the reason.

Well, she wasn’t at all daft or blind, she knew that Trent had been approaching her in more than just a friendly manner. There were differences on how he was acting towards her and her sister, which her sister had noticed too. He had been dropping hints and flirting even in the most subtle ways. So it was obvious that Trent was into her, but she wanted to know why out of all girls, it was her that he was interested in.

“I like you. At this point it’s obvious, innit?” Trent gave her a small, nervous grin. “My mum kept telling me how sweet you were as a kid and I think you’re just the same now. And with you it feels easy, just natural. It’s like I’ve known you for a long time.”

“Like there weren't any twenty lost years?”

“Exactly.”

She let out a little giggle and it drew a smile from him. They both fell silent again and she took the moment to find the right words to say. Obviously, she was going to say yes for the date, but she also needed to confess that his feelings were reciprocated.

“I feel the same, really,” she started as she fiddled with her fingers. “I always rolled my eyes at my mum every time she said how I adored you when we were little, like how are you so sure of that? But it turns out that I adore you now, Alexander-Arnold.”

“I’m adorable? Admirable? That’s a huge compliment, that.” Trent chuckled. “So… What do you say?”

“I say we have dinner on Friday at seven.”

Trent’s smile that grew upon hearing her words was the widest and brightest she’d seen from him tonight, and it was infectious. He looked so relieved, randomly running a hand on his shoulder and arm, probably trying to convince himself that this was all really happening. He looked up to her and met her eyes, but she caught his gaze shift to her lips for a split second.

“You wouldn’t let me kiss you right now, would you?” Trent asked. Her heart jumped because she wasn’t ready at all for that question. Trent really needed to stop with these surprises or she wouldn’t be able to keep herself composed.

“I think we should save our first kiss for our first date,” she said.

But Trent furrowed his eyebrows and slowly tilted his head. “Nah, that wouldn’t be our first kiss.”

“What do you mean?”

“You haven’t got that photo, have you?”

She mimicked his gesture, furrowing her eyebrows and tilting her head. “What photo?”

“The one where you wore a princess dress? I dressed up like a prince— I don’t know what we were doing but it seemed like one of us stole a kiss.”

Her jaw dropped and she shook her head. “No, you’re lying.”

“Nah, I’m not! I’ll show you right away when I get home.”

She fell silent with a shy smile on her face. She tucked her lips between the teeth, trying to hold in the little butterflies in her stomach. Trent was the one who’d stolen her first kiss? They were only four but she’d still count that.

“Okay. Text me when you get home,” she said.

“I will. See you, then.”

They shared one last smile before she got out of his car. She waved a little goodbye and then hugged herself with Trent’s jacket as she walked into her house, protecting herself from the cold wind. She shook her head, realising how crazy this day had been. She’d left the house to see a football match and came home learning that she was Trent’s first fan and first kiss? It felt like there were so many stories from the past that they needed to unpack together. She would need a moment to process all of this, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to wait patiently until Friday for their first date.

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oldeazeroth · 1 year

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I was hearing a lot about the Hardcore WoW challenge & decided to give it a try. I wanted to share some of my thoughts here because I think some of the people who follow this blog might enjoy the experience as well! The post ended up being kind of long so please feel free to ignore if you’re not interested.

For those who don’t know, Hardcore Classic is a fan-made game mode in the same spirit as an ironman challenge. There are several rules but the main ones are 1) character death is permanent 2) you cannot ask for help or group with others (outside of very specific circumstances), and 3) you cannot trade, mail, or use the AH. Everything you use must be found in the world, crafted by you, or bought from a vendor. There is an addon that can be downloaded to verify your run. It can be played on any server, but many people chose to play on the public WoW servers that fans have adopted for the challenge, because you can only complete dungeons and raids with other HC players under the HC rules. More info can be found here - https://classichc.net/

At first I thought it sounded nuts, but gave it a shot because I had nothing to lose. I created a character with the exact same class/race as my first WoW character (I was even able to snag the same name), and as I spawned into Mulgore I almost immediately understood the appeal. There were so many other players around doing the same challenge. The game felt shockingly alive because of how active the server was. But what was really amazing was how the hardcore restrictions changed the way I experienced the game & took me back to the first time I ever played.

I have a distinct memory from my first character, a Tauren Druid, and leaving Mulgore for the first time to make the trek to Crossroads through Camp Taurajo. That walk felt so intimidating, seeing level ?? thunder lizards standing off the side of the road. I feel like I probably held my breath until I finally made it to Crossroads. Today, if I were to create a new Tauren on a classic era server, though I would have to make that same walk, I would not feel that fear because the game no longer has that same mystery for me . The thunder lizards are only level 20, and if I die, it’s no big deal to corpse run and try again. But under the Hardcore ruleset, that’s not an option. If I die, that’s it. I found myself making that run with the same level of caution that I gave it during my first ever playthrough, keeping my eyes peeled off both sides of the road. And feeling safe when I finally got to Crossroads. That alone was an amazing feeling to experience again!

As I started to level up in the Barrens, I reached a point where the quests were starting to out level me and decided to make the trek to Silverpine to continue. I was level 13, making my way to the Sepulcher. I was nearly there, and went off path to gather some herbs. Out of nowhere, a Son of Arugal, a level ?? elite, appeared. It was over before I could react and I felt so defeated.

A few days later, I got the motivation to delete the character and begin again. Another Tauren Druid. I leveled my way back to the same point where I left off in the Barrens and thought, either I can play it safe here and grind a level or two, or I can head to Silverpine again and be on my guard this time. I opted for Silverpine to prove to myself I could do it. I got there and completed some quests, constantly watching my back the whole time. As I walk towards a cave I saw him in the distance once again, the Son of Arugal. I noped out of there immediately, ran halfway across the zone and grinded out the few bars I had left to level. As soon as I dinged, I hearthed out of Silverpine for good. It left me excited though, that I was able to face Silverpine once again & learn from my mistake the first time. It was not only exciting to navigate around it, but it made the zones themselves feel like unique places once again, each with their own obstacles & traps.

I’m only level 14 now, and I’m realizing every zone from here on out will likely have it’s own Son of Arugal lurking in the shadows. I doubt I will make it to 60 because I don’t have a ton of underlying knowledge about the world, but for the time being the experience so far has been worth the time. It’ll be painful when my character inevitably dies but at that point I’ll feel okay putting away hardcore mode for a bit.

I don’t intend on writing posts like this in the future, but wanted to share because I know there are so many people who feel nostalgic about the game. This game mode really has the potential to bring some of those feelings back into the game, and at least for the time being, the servers are well populated and feel just as alive as they did back then. Anyway, thanks for reading!

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Glassy Eyes

This is where I start getting carried away.

Fanfic of a fanfic. Based on Sixteenthdays' "From the Archives" series. Supposedly takes place after their story Immersive Story Telling.

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Cross-posted on AO3 here: Glassy Eyes

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[Click]

[GRIAN]

Huh. Would you look at that? Did someone drop off another statement last night? Scar? Scar!

[Sound of door opening.]

[Scar]

What’s happening?

[Grian]

Did you leave this on my desk?

[Crinkling of paper.]

[Scar]

Hm? Oh, that wasn’t me. That was Impulse. He said Ren came in yesterday and dropped it off in a box at the front desk

[Grian]

(Indignantly) I was here yesterday too. Why didn’t he just come on in for an in-person statement like last time? It’s so much more satisfying when it’s in person.

[Scar]

He showed up after you left. And even then, it sounded like he was in a rush. Impulse seemed worried about him. It was like he just dropped off the box and ran out the door.

[Grian]

(Scoffs) Fine. Fine. I’ll have to talk to him about it later. Thank you for telling me.

[Scar]

Any time!

[Door squeaks closed]

[Grian]

I suppose a new statement is still better than a stale one. Statement of Ren D. Dog regarding an escape room experience. Original statement recorded yesterday, apparently, October 5, 2023. Statement begins.

[GRIAN (STATEMENT)]

Before I get to the important bits, I just want to apologize at the beginning for the handwriting ‘cause I’m going to write this in a rush. I probably shouldn’t be taking the time to write this at all, but you people listened and believed me when I told you about my escapades in the sewer and you’re the only ones I can think of who might know something about what I saw or have some sort of connection. I really hope so. I could really use some direction here.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. You’re going to want to know everything, so I’m going to start with the group chat. Er, ok not exactly the chat, but there’s a group I’m in where a bunch of friends plan out fun little outings. I’ve known most of them for years. Good people. We’ve had lots of fun times together. Sometimes we make a day of fun little games. Simple stuff like tag with Nerf guns and extra steps. Other times it’s a huge event that takes a lot of planning, organizing, and a venue.

Two days ago was our last meet-up. It was one of the bigger events we had planned for the year. Some of the fellas in our group had never been to an escape room before, so I figured we had to do something about that. I’ve been to a handful myself. Escape rooms are just good fun, honestly, and are great for big parties. The best places know how to break up big groups of people into littler groups and space them out so they can work through each room without catching up to the people who went first.

I took it upon myself to take charge of the planning. Nobody seemed to have any issue with me handling it this time around so as far as I was concerned it was up to me to throw the grooviest get-together of the year.

I found the place immediately. There was an ad that popped up in my “recommended” section on the forum I use to do research for my podcast. It was for a brand new escape room about to open up on the edge of town. There wasn’t much information available, but that made sense. It was a brand new business. There wouldn’t be any history on the company that a quick Google search would be able to provide. But there was a phone number on the ad, so I made a few calls. Talked to the owners about renting the place out for the day. It sounded like a good one. Cool concept. They were more than happy to set it up and stagger us out in groups as we went through the challenges. They sounded so excited to have so much interest this early into their launch. We got everything all squared away, and I let the fellas in the chat know the date and the time.

Everyone else seemed really into it, too. They pitched in their share of money to cover the costs. It didn’t come out to be that much per person since there were a lot of us and the company only charged a single lump sum for renting the place out for a day.

But the day before we were supposed to go, one of my friends had to back out of the arrangement. Poor thing fell sick and didn’t want to expose us to something nasty. I felt bad for the dude. The least I could do was offer them their money back. I could have covered their share on my own but they didn’t want it back. They just told me, “go ahead and take someone else in my place. I don’t mind.” At that point, everyone in our group chat who wanted to go was already going. Then someone suggested that, since I planned this one out, I should ask a friend of mine who wasn’t already part of the group to join in on the fun. Everyone was cool with it. Excited at the idea of a possible new addition to the group, even.

So I called up my good friend BigB. We used to hang out a lot back in university, but I hadn’t seen him in a while. This felt like a good opportunity to catch up. BigB said, “sure thing, man,” and we were set for fun times ahead.

So the big day rolls around and we get to this place and meet up with the others. Greetings and introductions go around, and we get ready to rumble. The host comes out to meet us. She explained the game and what we could expect. Our whole party would be divided up into groups of two. There would be timers running for pairs to try to solve all the puzzles in a room. Either they passed in the time limit, or the time limit would run out and they would be ushered to the next room. Either way, it would free the place up for the next pair to come in and try their hand at the reset puzzles. Then they walked us through the safety measures. Each room had a buzzer by the door that could be hit to let the workers know that you needed to get out. It would unlock the door and deactivate any machinery or whatever fancy doohickies they had in the place. Sometimes people get claustrophobic or anxious in a confined place. Especially when put under pressure.

It was all super chill and fun at first. A bunch of us hung out in the lobby while we waited for the first few pairs to go. When it was me and BigB’s turn, the host waved us over and we went in the door together.

BigB might not have been to an escape room before, but the man was absolutely brilliant. We made it through the first two rooms at lightning speed. The challenges weren’t too difficult, in retrospect, but they weren’t super easy either. It seemed like every time I got stuck in a rut, too caught up on a detail to figure things out, B would pat me on the shoulder and point out something I missed. We never went past the time limit. He was always a pretty observant guy when we hung out at the theater, but I never really stopped to appreciate it until now.

I kept marveling at how different it was compared to other places you see nowadays. It was honestly pretty clever. They modeled the inside like some big dollhouse. Fancy decorations and plastic furniture and all. There were mannequins set up to look like a setting with people. A few of the figures that were supposed to be little kids even had dolls of their own in their plastic arms.

It was in one of these rooms that B first pulled me aside. I had been trying to puzzle over a lock on the fake kitchen’s fridge. I’d assumed it would be like before, and that he’d blow my mind with some silly detail I had missed, but instead, he told me that the doll was looking at us. He pointed to this little glass doll in the lap of a mannequin kid. Its head was sort of tilted towards us. The glassy eyes glittered.

That creeped me right out. Sent a shiver right up my spine. But I also figured it was just a prop. Maybe even part of the puzzle. So I took what he said pretty seriously. I think that might have surprised him that I believed him so easily.

I tried waving my hand in front of the doll, moving around the room, I even picked the thing up. It didn’t seem to follow me as I moved, and there was nothing I could find that was off about the doll, so I shrugged it off and said maybe it was just a red herring. He didn’t look too convinced, but he didn’t argue. We ended up finding the key in a cake and moved on to the next room.

It was a bathroom. It was kind of small for the two of us, but we searched the place for the next set of clues. At some point, I opened a cupboard under the sink and nearly jumped out of my skin. There was another doll, sitting pretty on the shelf facing outwards to smile at some unsuspecting fool like me who opened the door. It spooked me so bad, that I bumped into the full-body mirror hanging against the wall and it came crashing down.

Broken glass got everywhere. I was ok. No cuts or anything. BigB was spooked something fierce. He looked me over to make sure I was ok. I mostly just felt bad about damaging the place's property. I was already rehearsing an apology and coming up with a payment plan to present the owners with when BigB got distracted. I asked him what was up, and he turned me around.

Behind where the mirror was hanging was a small door. Only a few feet wide. Maybe two feet tall. It reminded me of the house I grew up in, where my bedroom closet had a little door for easy access to the plumbing in the bathroom on the other side of the wall. It looked like those tiny maintenance doors. You couldn’t walk through it, but it was big enough for someone around our size to crawl through. There were no cobwebs like the one back in my old closet. This one looked nice and clean. Almost like it was well-used.

BigB thought we should hit the button near the last door. We could contact the hosts, let them know we broke the mirror. Our round would be forfeited, though. I wasn’t ready for that. We were only halfway through, and up until then, our rounds had been fantastic. The stuff of legends.

If I’m going to be honest, the little door also got me curious. We were in an escape room. How was I supposed to know it wasn’t part of the game? For all we knew, we had accidentally skipped a bunch of steps that would have eventually told us to move the mirror. I said as much to BigB. He seemed hesitant, but then I said that if the door ended up leading to nothing more than a bunch of pipes, we’d move on. I was at least hoping we could finish up with this room or go until our timer ran out before we contacted the hosts. Just to make things go a little bit longer. Beat one more riddle for the sake of my own satisfaction.

He actually agreed. So I kneeled down, brushed some of the broken glass bits out of the way, and he opened the door.

There was a whole tiny corridor on the other side! Like a mini hallway. BigB saw that and elbowed me in the side. “Looks like you were right. We just skipped an entire room.” He crawled in first, and I followed.

The hallway ceiling sloped upward almost immediately so we could stand back up and start walking again. This part of the building was noticeably different from the rest. Up until then, the rooms had been homely and tacky. Plastic and overstuffed. Full of dolls and cheap props. The walls and floor of this hall were grey concrete and hard edges.

The dolls were still around, though. Mostly the smaller ones. None of the mannequins. A mix of plastic and porcelain faces stared blankly out at the wall from lines of shelves.

The further we went, the less put-together the dolls seemed to be. There would be a cracked cheek here and a few missing strands of hair there, but before long entire swathes of shelves were full of doll bits. Not even entire dolls. Just their arms and legs and heads all lined up.

I had also noticed that the hallway seemed less well kept than the rest of the building. The door had seemed clean, and I suppose the hard floor did too, but clear strands of what looked like spider silk were hanging from the ceiling. Memories of what I saw with Doc were still pretty fresh in my mind, so when I started noticing doll parts tangled and left hanging in thicker knots of strands, I could feel myself losing my nerve.

I tried suggesting to BigB that we turn back. I’m pretty sure I made some excuse about how we must have accidentally found the storage rooms. We hadn’t seen anything that looked like a clue or puzzle since we came through the door. But by now BigB seemed hooked. He begged me to go just a little further with him. He just wanted to check the place out. If it was just storage, then as long as we didn’t mess with anything there was no harm in being there. We could always go back once we got to the end.

I couldn’t say no to him. I just couldn’t. His reasoning was sound, sure, but there was a spark in his eye that I just didn’t have it in me to douse. He was really curious about this place for some reason I could no longer fathom. But I was the one who suggested going through the door in the first place. I could ride this thing out a little longer.

I tried. I really did try.

We didn’t go very far when BigB took the lead. He mumbled something I didn’t hear. When I asked him to repeat, he called back a little louder, “The dolls are watching us again.”

Every hair on my body stood on end. I looked at the dolls hanging from the ceiling and at the ones lined up against the wall, and rows upon rows of eyes stared down at us. The plastic faces remained unchanged, but this time I could visibly see the painted marbles in the eye sockets moving to keep pace with us. Disembodied doll heads turned in place to continue staring.

But BigB kept going. Even as I tugged on his arm. I asked, no, demanded to know how he wasn’t freaked out, but he just shook me off. “We’re almost to the end of the hall,” he said. And he took my hand. “There’s something there. I can see it. Can’t you? Don’t you want to know what it is?”

I don’t know what came over me, but it was almost like the moment his hand touched mine his excitement sort of rubbed off on me. I don’t know how to fully explain it. It was like I was feeling what he was feeling. My fear was still there, but now there was also a burning curiosity. I couldn’t see what was at the end of the hall like he could. I didn’t see the end at all, but I didn’t run away. I let him drag me forward until we passed the threshold of another doorway. This one was normal-sized. There was no door, just the opening. I couldn’t see anything past the doorframe, but I trusted BigB. He seemed to be able to see ahead of us. So it came as a complete shock when I took a step forward and the ground was just gone!

The place had no floor. Both me and B dropped screaming into the black. I don’t know how deep it was or how far we fell, but if there wasn’t a bottom, there at least had to be a ceiling because a lot of those cobwebby strands hung down deep in clumps. They caught at us like vines, dragging at our limbs. My arms are still littered with tiny little crisscrossed cuts from falling through them and having them break across my skin, but they did manage to slow our fall. The two of us hit a point where there were so many little strings that they wrapped around us like a net and kept us from going any further.

I just hung there for a moment, catching my breath, trying to figure out what the hell had happened. BigB was hanging next to me, struggling for a handhold on the strings holding him up. And I think it was right then that I realized that this stuff wasn’t spider silk at all. It was too thick. Not stretchy enough. I think it might have been fishing line. It felt like that. Like thick, clear, plastic lines. They felt about as comfortable as you’d expect a fishing net to be.

We couldn’t see the bottom from where we hung. Couldn’t see the top where we came from either. I could see other things hanging above us and below us. Caught in suspension by the hanging strands. There were a few more dolls. And some rocks, curiously enough. Big rocks, little rocks, literal statues. I didn’t try to make sense of it. What was happening didn’t make sense. I also didn’t spot the human skeleton until BigB gasped and pointed it out.

It was hanging in front of him, maybe two yards away from him and even further from me. It had to have been there for years. The flesh had long rotten off its bones, making it impossible to tell if it was once a man or a woman. Only a few scraps of cloth hung from their arms and legs. It hung splayed out, supported by the plastic wires looped around its wrists and ankles. Another loop wrapped under its chin and around its neck like a noose. It kept the skull upright. Almost like it would be looking directly at BigB if it could, but there were no eyes in those sockets.

As silly as it sounds, the skeleton almost looked laughable hanging there. Sure, it probably spelled doom and gloom for the two of us if we stopped to think about how long they had been down here without anyone noticing. But the way it hung there suspended by its arms and legs, it was like a kid’s puppet. Tossed aside, limp and small and waiting.

“This is it. We’re going to die down here,” B wailed.

I tried to calm him down. Talk it out and come up with some sort of plan for both our sakes. I needed to believe it as much as he did. I started struggling. Some of the strings shifted as I pulled on them, which wasn’t very comforting. Still, the lines were sturdy enough to hold us. Maybe we could climb them? We could go back up and out the way we came. Or if we couldn’t get up, we could work our way down. There had to be a bottom. Once we got down there we could figure something else out.

BigB didn’t really like that second idea. “Don’t go down,” he begged. “Down is so much worse.” Frankly, I was inclined to believe him.

I managed to convince him to try climbing up. I was starting to make some progress myself. The strands weren’t the most sturdy things. I could feel some of them snap or give way above me as I dragged myself up a few inches, but there were tons of them. Even with a few breakages, I was still able to hold myself relatively steady. I think seeing that helped him calm down. He started pulling himself up after me. As he moved, the strings swung a little. He found himself shifting back and forth, swinging closer and closer to the skeleton. He didn’t seem too enthused about it. I tried suggesting he shift his weight a little to the other side. He did, but by then he already had momentum. He swung really close to the skeleton. Within a foot or two, and my stomach dropped as the strings holding its right hand began to quiver.

I thought maybe BigB had shifted something loose above us, and it was hitting the strings holding the skeleton, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. To my horror, the thing moved forward. It hung limp, but its limbs moved independently like a marionette under the skillful hand of a puppeteer. One dead hand lurched forward, wrapping around a clump of the strings holding BigB in a way that would have been downright painful if the thing had had any muscle or nerves left. And then the strings holding the skeleton’s other arm aloft twitched and swung forward to wrap around BigB’s shoulders. The head leaned in, the jaw opened, and somewhere above us a voice said, “What good timing. I’m always looking for good replacement parts.”

BigB screamed. I’m pretty sure I screamed too. Bones rattled as B tried to throw the skeleton away from him, but I could only watch in horror as the puppet strings controlling its arms twisted around B and wrapped him tight. He thrashed. I screamed at him to hang on. I wasn’t sure what I would do, just that I had to do something. The only thing I could think of was getting to BigB, so I climbed. I grabbed at strings and clumps and whatever else I could to drag myself over to him.

In my desperate desire to help, I stopped paying attention to how sturdy the strings were. They were giving out like crazy in my hands. Things above me shifted. I remember reaching out to BigB, but then B shoved the skeleton back and screamed at me to look out. I looked up and saw one of the sharp rocks that had been hanging above us start to fall. I watched as it came down at me. I felt it slam into my skull, and that was the last thing I remembered. It all went black after that.

When I opened my eyes, I was back in the fake little bathroom. I was lying on the tiled floor next to the broken bits of mirror with some dudes’ faces blocking out the light. My head hurt something crazy.

My friends and the hosts had come to get me and BigB when we didn’t respond to the buzzer signaling time had run out. They saw me on the ground next to some broken glass and a gash on my head and panicked. I felt bad. I must have been a sorry sight. They picked me up and started patching me up. And I was grateful for the help. But then one of them asked where BigB went.

I freaked out. I started to point at the wall, shouting that he was still behind the little door, but everyone just looked at me like they were confused. I tried explaining what had happened, how we went through the little door behind the mirror in the storage room, but as I started describing the hall, the owners of the establishment cut me off and told me there was no door there.

The really freaky thing was that there wasn’t. I went back to that bathroom and the space on the wall was empty. I even ran my hand along it, but there were no seams or edges that I could feel. The one owner was even nice enough to peel back the wall paper after we searched for BigB for an hour with no luck. There was nothing there. It was like the door had never been there. Maybe I had just hit my head when I broke the mirror and dreamed it all. But dream or not, we never did find BigB.

Everyone, me, my friends, even the owners, we all practically tore that place apart looking for him. And when we ran out of places to look inside the building, we started combing the area outside for him. We weren’t able to find anything. When it started to get dark, someone called the police. A few officers came out to check the place out. They asked us a few questions and took our numbers, but it’s not like they came up with anything we hadn’t already found. It was like B vanished without a trace.

I’ve been at my wit's end trying to track him down since then. I don’t think I’ve gotten any sleep these past two days. I’ve even started putting up posters asking if anyone’s seen him. Everyone else is pitching in, but I can’t help but feel responsible. I’m the one who asked him to come along on this trip, and I lost him when we were partnered up. If there’s a chance that my dream wasn’t actually a dream, then I even convinced him to go down that creepy hall with me. If anyone should have gotten got, it should have been me.

I know what you’re probably thinking. Doc already left because of something freaky we saw. And now BigB’s gone too. This is different from when Doc left. Doc can handle himself. He’s crazy strong and smart. Doc avoided me, but he didn’t completely vanish. People still saw him.

This isn’t Doc we’re talking about here. It’s BigB. BigB wouldn’t hurt a fly. BigB can stick to himself sometimes, but he doesn’t get lost in projects and vanish like Doc can. He’s just gone.

Well, most of him is. While we waited for the police to arrive, I stuck my hand in my pocket and found something that hadn’t been there before.

I didn’t know what to do with it or how they got there. It makes no sense. The police didn’t bother with them, so I’m leaving them with you on the off chance they might be some sort of clue.

I think they’re BigB’s eyes.

[Grian]

Statement ends.

[Increasingly panicked breathing.]

[Grian]

I… I can’t. I just- I have to go call-

[Click]

[Grian]

I tried calling BigB. I tried a lot. He’s not picking up. Despite Ren’s questionable honesty about his own name, he’s proven to provide accurate statements. At least as far as we have been able to tell. And as much as I wish it wasn’t true, much of what appears in this statement has been backed up with follow-up research.

An inquiry to the police station confirmed that Ren and a handful of others had reported BigB missing two days ago, and considering BigB is a fully grown adult with the right to come and go as he pleases without telling anyone, I wouldn’t be surprised if they continue to drag their feet on an investigation.

As for the escape room establishment, Ren had left an address and printout of the ad he had found online in the box he left at the front desk. I asked Scar to look into it and he managed to contact the owners. They claimed they have no clue how Ren and BigB managed to find the room with the dolls. The walls have been inspected, but no traces of a “small door” are to be found. The wall is solid. There’s no possible way they could have gone through, or that BigB might have ended up in the walls, though they have since reviewed the blueprints they received upon purchasing the building. Upon further inspection, they found that on the opposite side of the same wall where Ren described the door is an empty space. No room is indicated. Or anything, really. Just empty space. They’re currently looking into having a contractor take a look for signs of a boarded-up room. The sooner, the better.

They also provided a little information on the building’s history as it was told to them upon purchase of the premises. This information we later confirmed after searching through public records. Apparently, the building used to house the production of doll parts, which would explain a lot. It wasn’t a full production plant. Too small for that. Rather, it was a hub for touch up work and assembling the doll pieces before they could be sold to local toy shops. The new owners took it upon themselves to use some of the leftover products they found lying around as props in their escape rooms.

Pearl dug through a few newspaper articles in the archives and found that the previous owner had died in a very peculiar accident. I’ll, uh, spare you the details, but it appears they were caught in the wires used for assembling puppets. The place had been left to rot for almost twenty years before the current owners bought the property.

Oh yeah! As for the other gift Ren left for us in the box…

[Dull rattling]

He wasn’t lying. There were a pair of eyes in there.

They’re not really BigB’s eyes. They can’t be. They’re made of glass. They’re those freaky kinds of weighted marbles they use in porcelain dolls. The ones that are made to blink at you when you tilt the things back and forth. I can see why he said they were BigB’s eyes, though. They’re the same shade of brown as his. And have that same gradient effect at the edges where it gets a little darker all the way around his irises. The resemblance is kind of uncanny.

They were definitely made to look just like BigB’s.

I can’t find it in me to have Impulse take them to storage. I don’t like them looking at me, but it feels wrong, somehow, to have them locked away in a dark room. I’ll probably just keep them in one of my desk drawers until we find him.

[Sighs]

I’ll call Ren later if he can stop his search long enough to let me help.

Heh. We should keep a nickel jar for whenever one of us goes missing. Between me and my friends, we’d make a fortune.

[Click]

#whumptober 2023 #prompt no. 6 #recording #“It should have been me”#minecraft: hermitcraft #the magnus archives #creative writing #creepy dolls #missing persons #renthedog #bigbst4tz2 #grian #goodtimeswithscar #horror #the hermit archives #from the archives #escape room gone wrong #Human remains

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day-at-rhodes-island · 10 months

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Thoughts on closure? (Take this as an excuse to ramble to your hearts content)

You are too kind Hoa.

Unfortunately, despite quite a bit of somewhat recent Closure content, there hasn't been much to say about her that I haven't said already.

It was nice to see her in episodes 10 and 11, but for the most part her characterization is pretty much exactly what we already knew, just presented in a way that doesn't require you to have scoured every bit of lore that mentions her to put it together. This may mean she will be a more major character in later events, which could be fun (I would love an event that went into detail about the lifestyle of a "normal" vampire).

There is one scene in 10-14 before that I did really like though:

Closure: Your work environment is way too... Feist: Impoverished? You can speak your mind, the commander isn't here. Closure: ...Way too much of a challenge. *cough* *cough*... Feist: Miss Closure... Closure: What's up? Feist: D-Did you know, when you talk about being challenged, your eyes seem to... light up? Physically. Closure: Huh? Really? Must be because I'm getting excited... Is it scary? Feist: I-It's fine. Feist: To be honest, it wasn't until I met you that I found out... Uhh, that Sarkaz can do more than just fight. Closure: Oh... Uh, there are a lot of people who aren't fighters, like me. Closure: Naturally, I'm a vampire, so of course I was born with some handy talents. Feist: Huh? Y-You... what is this speed?! It'd take a week for me to do what you did in a single night! Closure: Why do you think the pillars of Rhodes Island are so good? Closure: Take a good look at my eyes. If the Rhodes Island landship was filled with vampires, working at night would be no problem, and we'd cut down big on the electricity bill. Feist: Are there... a lot of vampire engineers? Closure: Of course not! They... They all... Feist: Hey, why'd you start shuddering all of a sudden? Closure: Blame Londinium. It's been a long time since I last felt the fear of being this close to a den of evil. Look, my hands are totally frozen stiff! And I need these hands! Feist: Could it be... that Team 6 ran into...? Closure: I sure hope not. Closure: If so... For real, I need to give you guys a serious warning. Closure: Just in case... I mean, just in case—if you ever run into another vampire, run! Closure: No, it might already be too late by then.

Closure starts bragging about being a vampire, and then immediately has a physical reaction to just thinking about what most vampires are like. It's so good. She also gets to be a little scary (yay!).

I enjoyed this one too:

Closure: Not bad! For an instant back there, I thought I was gonna get my head painted over Londinium's walls! Amiya: It was Misery's Arts. He wouldn't see us hurt. Misery: Right... Kal'tsit told me your brain was an important asset to Rhodes Island. Closure: My hands don't come cheap either, c'mon! Closure: After that, I'm never asking to hitchhike with you again... Blaze carrying me everywhere is a way smoother ride than your Arts!

Blaze Express enjoyer Ada Church. Also, unless I've forgotten something, this is about as close as we get to Kal and Closure interacting during both episodes, which brings me to my next point:

I didn't like the treatment she got in the last scene of episode 11. They both: didn't really give her a reaction to Kal'tsit doing that and didn't make her punch out those mooks. Like, maybe she knew Kal would be okay, but it's weird Shining gets a reaction, while the person specifically stated to care about Kal'tsit in Kal'tsit's files doesn't, right? They were doing so well and they dropped the ball right at the end! Make Closure do a violence and feel sad about it!!

Oh, and I very much enjoyed Weedy's oprec, in which we learn that she smells of machine oil.

#arknights #closure #ramblings

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fareehaandspaniards · 9 months

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Hey Faree! I don't remember if you answer this before but how and when did you discover & play Bloodborne for the first time?

Ooooh, it's quite a story! ("What a story, Mark")

Until this summer, I had only heard about Bloodborne, seen art and sometimes read stuff, but since the console is a very expensive thing, I didn’t even think about having one. Although, remembering now, I always came across BB somewhere on the internet, and I quietly envied the owners of the PlayStation 4. Especially Gehrman and Maria fascinated me... I started shipping them back then, only relying on wiki info about them xd

Around last year, my husband and I plunged into Fromsoftware games, starting with DS 3 and beating Elden Ring 3 times (all with perfectly cleared map, seriously, we visited ALL places in game we could find). And then unexpectedly one of our friends lent us a console for a while - the opportunity arose to get acquainted with a very interesting game. Finally Bloodborne was so close!

First playthrough was tough, we were excited, confused, searching for lore (in-game notes were quite a something what I couldn't understand - I thought back then "I feel a good story, but still don't understand what is going on). I was screaming from excitement on a Micolash boss fight (Cut-scene was amazing, his voice and everything ooooof) while my husband tried to break the gamepad out of indignation xD Right before Orphan of Kos (Only Orphan, Gehrman and Moon Presence left to finish the game) the console showed a bug and deleted all the saves... And the characters. Well, that's all. I was shocked, because I loved my Guillermo with all my soul, I even wrote first fanfic about him and Micolash... And time came for the console had to be given back to friend.

The game became so dear that we took all the money and ran out in the evening to buy a console. We decided that it was better to eat instant noodles than live without BB (a family of gamers is a disaster). We got the console through resale (a little cheaper), so the instant noodles were served with mayonnaise! xd

There was euphoria. I recreated Guillermo 6 times, trying to replicate his face looking at the photo I made (Gehrman moment lmao) Q_Q I succeeded, it was my lovely good hunter again, and I even took a photo of all the settings of his appearance to not to lose him again. According to my old tradition, his class was Waste of Skin, but that's another story 😏

Then we went to earn platinum, and I got down to Chalice dungeons, which I had sworn not to go into before, because after Elden Ring I was already sick of dungeons. But the desire for platinum and then the desperation to find the Ring of Betrothal (we're playing offline, so no glyphs) made me beat Queen Yharnam, and go to a few more dungeons after that! (Everything for Micolash yeah) Local Amygdala was a challenge, and Guillermo died more than 80 times (not a single boss was that hard in BB I swear. Only Midir in DS3 made me suffer like that, he took 130 attemtps, making me cry), but surprisingly there was no anger or depression, although Laurence after 5th attempt made me flame up of anger xD

Bloodborne has sunk into my heart so much that I put it on a par with FF9 - the game of my childhood and probably my life.

It’s also funny that long time ago (maybe a few years) I have found a cool art on Pinterest and it depicted a character who immediately caught my attention. I just couldn’t understand what means the cage on his head and what fandom he is from. Pinterest didn’t help to identify who it was - it gave only errors and closed the page with art, leaving me without any explanations. So I met Micolash long before the game, and... Majestic™ captivated me even then xD

#ask #I'd put here actually another screenshot #but no Wi-Fi at the moment so I am sharing only what I have on my phone...#my hunter #my stuff #bloodborne #thanks fantomette for the ask #<3 #i was screaming taking a photo of Guillermo with Ring #I spent more than a week to find it

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kumeko · 11 months

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A/N: For the @chilumizine! My sister’s favourite ship and now she’s got me on board too.

…

Childe was tired. No, not tired, exhausted. Every muscle screamed as he blocked Lumine’s attack with a dagger, his other one rising up to pierce her in the chest. She grunted as she pulled back, the blow just nicking her. He dropped to the ground, abusing his body one last time as he kicked her feet out from under her.

“Shit,” she cursed as she fell, her head hitting the floor with a hard thwack.

Immediately, he pounced, pinning her arms as he straddled her. Childe smirked triumphantly. “Gotcha!”

Lumine struggled, trying and failing to escape his grip. It was surprising the amount of strength she packed into her small body. It also wasn’t enough. Her cheeks puffed in a pout as she surrendered. “This time.”

“This time,” he agreed, grinning. While Childe enjoyed their weekly fights win or lose, there was something special about getting one over her. “We’re tied now?”

“Please, I’m still two ahead.” Lumine wiggled her arms. When he didn’t release her, she glared at him pointedly. “You getting up or what?”

Now, that was a question. Childe smirked as he leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear. “I don’t know. I like the view.”

As expected, she barely reacted, her glare growing more pronounced. “You’ll like it a lot less in a few minutes.”

It was a challenge. A familiar thrill ran up his spine at the declaration. What would she do? What could she do? The possibilities were endless—one way or another, Lumine always found a way to surprise him.

Yet, Childe was tired. Exhausted. His body protested the very thought of another round after the last one, his bruises reminding him of their existence as his limbs throbbed. Lumine’s punch to the gut especially ached and he tried not to breathe in too deeply lest she’d broken something. He’d have a hard enough time recovering from all of this in a week and another tussle wasn’t worth missing next week’s session.

Especially when their weekly fights were one of the few bright spots about his prolonged stay in Liyue.

With a reluctant sigh, he rolled off and flopped on the ground beside her. “I’ll let you go this time.”

“Chicken,” Lumine teased good-naturedly, closing her eyes. She was sweaty and tired and utterly radiant; Childe watched her breathe from the corner of his eye. “You know you couldn’t take me.”

He didn’t deny or confirm it. “If that’s what you think. Same time next week?”

Lumine nodded. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

There was a familiar scent of lilies. Even above the mouth-watering smell of barbecued skewers, tantalizing sizzlers, and heady broths, Childe noticed that almost perfume-like odour. It cut through everything and he stood a little straighter as he looked around. He’d always been tall, even more so in Liyue, and it only took him minutes to spot blonde hair amongst the crowds.

Lumine was here.

Childe grinned, excited. Lumine was here. The Lantern Festival was suddenly interesting.

Immediately, he made a beeline for her. Closer now, he could see her talking to Paimon, their backs to him as they admired the various stalls. Or, in Paimon’s case, ogled. She clenched her little fists as she glanced from one stall to the next.

“It’s so hard to choose! Paimon wants everything,” Paimon complained.

“There’s no way you can eat that much,” Lumine replied dryly, looking up to watch the lanterns as they drifted into the sky. There was something awestruck about her expression, despite her taciturn voice. “I wonder if the show’s always this good.”

“It’s even better because we helped,” Paimon replied. She frowned and crossed her arms. “And Paimon could eat everything!”

“Even if that was true, there’s no way we could afford that.” Lumine tore her eyes from the sky. She gently flicked Paimon on the forehead. “Pick one.”

“And if I paid?” Childe cut in, slinging an arm around Lumine casually.

She started. Paimon yelped, surprised.

Childe chuckled. “Don’t make me feel too welcome.”

Recognizing him, Lumine relaxed, her shoulders slumping. She turned her head slightly to face him. “I try not to.”

Despite her words, she didn’t toss his arm off. She was also smiling. If there was a queen of mixed-messages, it was Lumine.

“Ouch, miss. What did I do to deserve that?” Childe clutched his chest in mock dramatics.

“It’s more like what you haven’t done,” Paimon grumbled, glaring at him. “You almost destroyed Liyue! Why are you enjoying their festival?”

He wondered what answer would make her the angriest. “Well, I wasn’t really enjoying it until I spotted you two.”

Lumine rolled her eyes. “You said you’d pay?” she asked, interrupting the argument.

Childe smiled innocently. “Of course.”

She eyed him suspiciously before sighing and nodding. “Alright, your funeral. One of everything, right Paimon?”

It was rare for Lumine to call him over, rarer still for her to give him anything. Childe stared at the red, pinwheel-like flower in her hands, then up at her increasingly growing flustered face. Well, he had never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Gingerly, he took the flower and teased “Miss me?”

“I definitely didn’t miss your battle-lust.” To his surprise, she didn’t entirely deny his words. “There was a festival in Mondstadt.”

“A festival?” Vaguely, he recalled hearing reports about it. While the Tsaritsa was no longer interested in Mondstadt, they still kept tabs on the country just in case. After all, no one wanted to tell their master ‘I don’t know’, should she ever suddenly change her mind and ask about Mondstadt’s affairs. “Is that where you’ve been all week? And here I thought you were scared and ran away from our fight.”

“Who’d run from you?” Lumine replied crossly, the red on her face from anger this time. With a sigh, she averted her gaze and rubbed her arm. “I had to help with the festival, so I couldn’t make the trek back.”

It was oddly relieving to hear. Childe didn’t know what to make of that feeling. “And now it’s over?”

“More or less.” Lumine shrugged. “Either way, I came back.”

“And gave me a gift.” Childe raised the flower to his nose. It smelled of the wind, of the open road. If he were free to follow that road, would they be able to walk down it together?

“It’s not just a gift. You’re supposed to give it to people you’re thankful for and—” Lumine flushed slightly and cut herself off. He made a note to look into this festival after. “Anyways, you’ve been helpful. So. Thanks.”

In the face of her honesty, something in him twinged again. “Careful miss, I might get the wrong idea.”

There were many ways Childe expected to spend the summer but being trapped on an archipelago due to the mechanisms of an overly affectionate mom was not one of them. When he’d followed Lumine to the islands, he had planned to sneak right back.

Instead, he’d gotten stranded and forced to reveal himself.

“What are you thinking about?” Lumine asked, sparing him a glance as she grabbed a conch shell from the sand.

If there was one perk to his situation, it was that Lumine was here too. It was a strange situation, to just walk along the shore with her, the sand shifting with each step. They weren’t fighting. They weren’t discussing anything important. Just walking, slowly, collecting conch shells as they went. In the bright sunlight, her usual white outfit was painful to look at.

Even in Liyue, she was never this unguarded.

“You?” Childe replied automatically. When she just stared at him expectantly, he chuckled. Somehow, she never did fall for any of his usual tricks. “This island adventure lasted longer than I expected.”

She studied him quietly before asking, “Will you get in trouble with the Tsaritsa?”

Was that concern he was hearing? “Well…not if I come home with a juicy secret or two.” Childe leaned closer and leered. “You have one to spare?”

“Not for you.” Lumine dropped the shell in the bucket he was carrying. “And the real answer?”

He wondered just when she’d learned to see through his lies. It made him an utterly useless spy. “Probably safe.”

“That’s good.” Lumine tucked a stray hair behind her ear, smudging sand on her cheek. “Not that you could leave anyways.”

There was only one boat off the islands, after all, and they couldn’t leave until everyone was ready. And unfortunately, everyone included one small, energetic girl.

The child was nothing like his brother but that didn’t make Childe wish he was here any less. He crouched, digging his fingers into the sand as he pried free another shell. “At least it’s not boring here. How long till we can fight that doll again?”

“Another day.” Lumine turned over a shell in her hands, holding it up to the sun as she examined it. “I don’t get why you’re so excited. You’re a better fight.”

He liked hearing that more than he’d ever admit. “I’m ready to fight now, miss.”

She gave him a scalding glance. “I didn’t say I wanted to fight.”

“Well, if you change your mind.” He held out his bucket. Her shell fell in with a satisfying clunk. Childe winked. “You’ll be glad I came when the doll bores you.”

“I’m already glad.” Lumine studied the sand for another shell. “Things are more fun when you’re around.”

“Same,” slipped out of his mouth before he could stop himself. “It’s the same for me.”

Childe knew they’d have to part one day, but he’d always pictured himself as the one leaving. Instead, Lumine was leaning against the treasury’s walls exhausted, her eyes closed as she told him that she wouldn’t be able to come anymore.

That she would be heading to Inazuma, leaving him behind.

“Inazuma?” he repeated, at a loss for words. For once, his usual flirts and taunts weren’t coming to mind.

“Yeah, I got passage on a ship.” Lumine tiredly opened her eyes, her chest heaving as she regained her breath. Her skin was red from exertion. “It’s the only way there and I can’t miss it.”

Her hands curled into tight fists, her eyes darkening at the thought. Was she thinking of her brother again? Of the god that separated them? Lumine spoke even less of her history than he did, but he knew enough to know just how dedicated she was to her mission.

That her time with him, as fun as it was, was just a detour to her real goals.

Not that he was any different. Childe smiled lopsidedly. “Maybe I’ll meet you there.”

Her head jerked up, her eyes wide in surprise. “You will?”

“Maybe, miss. That excited to see me again?” he teased, laughing when she swiped at him half-heartedly. “Ready for round two already?”

“Give me a moment to catch my breath.” Lumine inhaled deeply. Slowly, she released her breath. Her skin returned to its usual pallor. She stood on two shaky legs. “Alright, let’s go.”

“You sure?” He smirked. “You look like a baby deer.”

“Still have enough energy to kick your ass,” she gritted her teeth. “It’s our last session, have to end it in a bang.”

Last. The word sank into him like a rock. Childe pulled out his daggers. “Don’t come crying after.”

Inazuma was exactly like Lumine imagined: strict and overbearing. It was strange how each country in this world was so different from one another, as though each border demanded an entire change in culture. She’d seen what freedom and contracts looked like, now it was time to see what eternity meant.

And to see if her brother was trapped in this frozen land.

Paimon shivered beside her. “There’s so many guards!”

“We’ve faced more,” Lumine replied reassuringly as she strolled down the dock. Liyue had prepared her for this type of greeting.

Just as it had prepared her for the guide in front of her. Thomas smiled as he led them to the immigration booth, but his smile didn’t meet his eyes. Childe’s hadn’t either, when they’d first met. She wondered what sort of secrets the man in front of her hid.

“That wasn’t a good thing!” Paimon grumbled, floating beside her nonetheless. Despite her complaints, Paimon was a steadfast companion, and it was more reassuring than Lumine would ever admit having her along for the journey.

“Never said it was—” Lumine stumbled backwards as she bumped into Thomas.

A firm hand wrapped around her wrist, another around her waist, and Thomas laughed. “Careful, miss. If you tumbled in the water, who knows what Beidou would do to me.”

Miss.

Lumine looked away, nodding. “Right.”

“If you need any help, just let me know.” Thomas released her with a wink. “Despite what Beidou says, I’m a gentleman at heart.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Lumine rubbed her wrist, resisting the urge to retort, to argue, to banter. It was easy to fall into old patterns with Thomas, easy to see the man who was probably still stuck in Liyue, bored as he lounged around the treasury.

Miss me? Childe had asked her once.

Yes, she thought now. Yes.

#chilumi #tartaglia #genshin impact #lumine #childe x lumine #childe #please have less names dude #i don't know what to tag you with #fanfic

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babsvibes · 1 year

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Maybe a perspective flip from Logan’s perspective in the “His eyes followed the path, spending an inordinate amount of time at her navel…” section of already medjool dating

😭 so sorry for taking forever on this one!! Yes, and I’ll combine it with an ask I received from the lovely @percysburgers, requesting a scene from AMD as well! Even though the original excerpt is from the spicy chapter, I’ll keep it PG-13. As always, they’re in their twenties/thirties.

Already Medjool Dating - Louise is the last person to find out she’s already dating Logan.

If he was another man, he would say he was lucky.

Sitting back in his bed, he looked at this beautiful woman, who trusted him enough to let him see all of her. They were having fun, sexy fun even, and he knew too many people that would kill for an opportunity like this.

But Logan had waited and worked and suffered a very long, torturous time for this moment, so he considered it only his just deserts. (Never mind the dopey smile that he had to cough away every time he remembered they were really, actually together.)

After a nod from Louise, he let his fingers skirt across her soft skin and let his mind drift to the past. He traced her bellybutton and thought of food, which had started this all.

When he first reentered her family’s restaurant, he expected to be a jerk and have a laugh about how everything in the old joint was exactly the same: same layout, same menu, and same pun board despite nearly two decades having past since he last visited.

However, his waitress was decidedly not the same.

Oh sure, she was still a complete pain in his ass, immediately trying to run him out as soon as he sat down, devolving until she was challenging him on whether he knew the difference between a bread and butter pickle and a dill pickle (Why? He couldn’t remember. His answer? Probably the dill). But this Louise was another ballgame, with an even finer point to her sharp wit and a wider arsenal to combat him. And also the boobs. He did notice the boobs.

He had lit up while they were arguing, involuntarily but still excited all the same. No one liked to have fun like this anymore. Arguing over things that didn’t really matter just because. Everyone he knew found the game to be a waste of time, but not her. She was going to win, and he did love a challenge.

Little did he know what a damn challenge she would be.

As he skimmed his way down and over her hips, he moved slower, sure to commit the curves to memory just right.

Logan didn’t like to brag (yes he did) about his… prowess when it came to dating, but he never wanted for long. He was attractive, a smooth-talker, and he loved cheesy movies. A winning combination, some might say. Did the relationships last more than a month after they found out he could be kind of an egotistical ass? No, not really. But the getting there part? That had never been an issue.

Well, here was someone that already knew he was an ass, but she… kept talking to him. When he came for another burger, she beelined to his table just to slam down proof that she was right in their previous argument. When Bob came by to tell her she could take a break, she waved her dad off to keep talking in the booth. And when they ran out of subjects to tease each other about, they talked about things they agreed on and liked even. Pretty good signs, right?

Wrong. Turns out, Louise was a skilled debater, a genius strategist, and also a complete and utter moron. Specifically with anything romance related but he had caught her once trying to pet a dog through a window, so he couldn’t fully rule out other forms of moronic behavior.

He had assumed they both knew what they were building towards, especially with how often they cropped up in each other’s lives. “There’s this restaurant I want to try, but they don’t have single tables.” Boom, he was there. “I have to pick up a shelf from Gregslist, but I got weird vibes from the seller.” Boom, she was there. “I want to go to a concert, but none of my friends know the band.” Boom, they were there. Harmless at first but definitely foundational.

Then a stupid gimmick restaurant had opened up, Hide and Leek, that only served soup. No doubt the place would shut down in a few months or so, so they had to jump on it. It was fancier than either of them expected, candles, string music, multiple tiny courses… of soup. Thankfully, they dressed semi-appropriately and were let in. He remembered choking on his own tongue at the sight of her, looking exactly the same but wearing a slightly lower cut blouse.

His eyes moved back up, his hands following suit, cupping her boobs but not quite playing with them. He could do that later. Right now, he was on a mission. He thought back again to the soup place.

Between the ambience of the restaurant and the lure of his companion, the words felt pulled from his throat.

“I like doing this with you,” Logan said, spooning a bite of vegetable broth—the appetizer soup before the entrée soup—to distract him from getting in his own head. “We should just make it official. Less questions that way.”

She snorted and said why not. His heart jumped into his throat, but he stuck his spoon in his mouth to keep from saying something stupid. Neither mentioned it again.

In hindsight, probably not one of their better moments of communication.

Resisting a sigh, Logan traced up along her collarbone then down each of her arms, a little faster now.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t face facts that their relationship had… an unconventional beginning, but it did sting a little to remember when it finally clicked that he had been dating her but she was not dating him. At least not intentionally. It hurt his pride, and pride was a powerful thing.

Pride almost drove him, if only for a second, to cut himself off from her altogether.

The invitation to his cousin’s wedding put a pause on that idea. He refused to sit quietly at the same table as his mother and listen to her make snide comments all night. He refused. Maybe he wouldn’t have a date or a partner, but if Louise was there then he at least had an ally. A friend. God, she had been amazing. Every remark from Cynthia sent their way was swiftly returned, every nauseating wedding tradition was made tolerable by her jokes, and he remembered gazing at Louise in awe.

“This caviar covered veal simply doesn’t have enough baby animal death to satiate my need,” Louise said, pitching her voice to sound like his mother. “How will I ever achieve eternal youth if I can’t steal it away from everything around me?”

He laughed, glancing back at Cynthia having a harsh word with the caterers but too far away to hear what they actually said. She felt his eyes it seemed, her head snapping to him. He quieted as she looked down her nose at him, then Louise, then him again. His shoulders slumped.

A slight thump hit his forearm on the table, and he turned back to Louise, whose wrist still rested on his arm, fist clenched like she might start a fight.

“Are you letting her get to you?” She asked in what seemed like genuine concern. His mouth opened but no words came out. Still, she waited for him to give her an answer. Because she cared. About him. She really did. He shook his head.

Letting her hand fall off him, Logan looked at her wrist and wished nothing more than to put it back, to kiss it and let her know he was fine, to pull her to the dance floor so they could both embarrass themselves.

“It’s all good,” he offered simply. “Want to keep making fun of people together?”

While grazing that same wrist with his thumb, studying the veins, it hit him how alive he felt even while wading through dreamlike memories. He supposed the rush might have come from realizing that all their choices—the fumbled questions and the torturous patience—still led here. It could also have something to do with them both being naked.

With that, he finished observing her. Logan was ready for this memory to join all the others. A compilation of nonsense, of fun, and of affection that he couldn’t help but break the tension of by tickling her until she was slapping his hands away.

AMD Chapter 3:

The tips of his fingers traced over the entirety of her body, slowing down where he thought she might still be sensitive. His eyes followed the path, spending an inordinate amount of time at her navel, her breasts, and one of her wrists. Louise swore that he was memorizing her.

#babsbles #asks #louigan #my fic writing #already medjool dating #thank you for being interested in my writing and what this blond idiot was thinking during that scene!#I hope it’s what y’all were looking for 😭

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trixibebe · 9 months

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oc x canon

I have literally no excuse for this drabble and no excuse for the illustration except that I thought that the idea of bothering each other in public is fun

nothing too graphic, you know how vanilla I am

For her sex with him at times like these was like summer rain. Hot, quick while at the same time cooling her down for a moment. Sometimes it was as if a switch had gotten flipped in her brain by the need for him. It made her head spin and she found that even while he was inside of her, he still wasn't close enough. She wanted to be engulfed by him. And yet she never felt more free. She was bolder by his side. What an elevating feeling it was to know that she got him. And he got her; equally craving her presence. Not afraid to show it either, making her all the more confident.

He was vocal about it while strolling around town in the hopes of riling her up. Normally that got even more intense when they got home, telling her over and over how she makes him feel and what he'd want to do to her.

It would often get to this point after what usually starts off as an innocent walk in the evening. A joke here and there but before they knew it the conversation would turn steamy.

But she wouldn't let it be today as she felt exceptionally brave, tempting him over and over.

"If you keep talking like that I have to pull you into the nearest alley." he warned her, dragging his voice, still keeping up the playful attitude despite his patience running thin.

"Oh? And what would you do to me?" she asked innocently. When after a few moments the only answer she received was a low grumbling from him, possibly trying not to immediately act on impulse, she added nonchalantly:

"By the way I'm not wearing any panties today..." Under normal circumstances she would've almost felt ashamed by what she was saying. But not today for some reason. Over time she got too curious about how far he was willing to go. It brought her great fun and excitement, feeling like she could do anything.

"Liar." he began flatly after his gaze snapped to her face. "I'm not falling for that again." True, it wasn't the first time she fed this idea to him and his reaction made her chuckle a little.

"Do you wanna check?" she challenged and soon a grin would form on his lips. Panties or not he wouldn't miss a chance to feel her up.

Not stopping their leisure walk he inconspicuously looked behind them to see if anybody was in sight. When he noted that not a soul was near them he quickly slid his hand up her skirt, along the curve of her behind in search for any kind of underwear.

But he found nothing but smooth skin and he let out a low groan as the realization hit him.

"You can be a real beast sometimes, you know that?" She giggled again knowing that he got him hooked properly but before she could say anything, he continued with a voice that oozed with charm: "How about you let me touch you, hm? Just this once?"

She already ran the possibility through her mind. It was evening, dark enough so that they wouldn't be spotted right away. And most people were at home but not sleeping yet, probably watching TV, drowning out any sound that would come from them.

So she agreed.

And it made him switch gears almost instantly. He grabbed her hand, glancing around for a place that was suited for their spontaneous plans.

"I really wanna see if you'll keep being so bold while I finger you out in the open." he purred, turning the table on her as he took control over the situation.

Not even a minute later they found themselves between two buildings in a narrow alley, some distance away from the streets. If they were lucky nobody would come this way, maybe with the exception of some drunks. But even for that it was still a bit early.

Not that they really cared at this point. Her desire was already outweighing her potential nervousness of getting caught as he hooked one leg of hers, caging her between himself and the wall. Even though it was her that tempted him to do this. But once she felt the first stroke of his fingers between her legs she surrendered completely. The slender digits glided effortlessly through her wetness a few times, constating with a deep hum how needy she was.

Like he was any different. Her quiet moans which she was cautiously trying to hold back, rather letting out heavy breaths, were riling him up as well. His grip on her thigh got a little stronger and he tried to distract himself by kissing her neck. But it was a futile attempt and he knew it. The moment he carefully slid a finger inside her, slowly earning more and more quiet whimpers, he knew he wanted more.

"I want to feel you around me so badly. Please let me fuck you properly." He had already filled her senses so she wasn't going to deny him. Still, she appreciated him asking first. Like he always did. No matter how bossy or vulgar he could be, he didn't overstep her boundaries.

So it was just a matter of moments until she clung onto him as if hanging for dear life with her legs around his hips, an arm around his shoulder while he held her up, painfully pressing her against the wall.

#yay the outfit with the skirt makes a cameo :D #yakuza oc #rgg oc #yakuza oc x canon #obligatory zhao tag #myart #fuck it im making an oc tag: kornélia #i wrote this like back in april for no reason #you didnt see me post this #zhaori shippy tag

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goodtimingwithscar · 1 year

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I absolutely LOVE angst, so maybe if I..

HOTGUY/SCAR+CUTEGUY/GRIAN.

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It was an average enough day, as normal as it comes in this place. No mildly alarming alerts, yet.

Grian, once again, was bandaging scars arm.

' bud.. you have to be more careful! I get that’s it’s your job, but it’s still dangerous! ' Grian exclaimed, for probably the fiftieth time this week.

' I know, I’ll be fine. ' Scar drawled back, tired.

' you’ll be fine?, scar what if it comes to a point where it’s too late for you?, what if I can’t save you? What if nobody can? ' grian said, a worried tone in his voice.

' that’s the thing with you buddy, it’s always “oh what if this happens oh what if that happens” what if’s will never happen!! They are simply things in your feeble mind. ' scar chuckled, ruffling G’s hair.

Grian hissed, annoyed. ' don’t blame me when you die, HotGuy. '

Scar laughed, getting up to look at the view off of their balcony, but he spotted something out of the ordinary.

' Hey-.. Hey what’s that..? G.. buddy you might wanna come look at this.. ' scar said, pointing downwards to the city.

Sure enough, it was something out of the ordinary, it looked new, like it had just formed. It was a glass, pink, shiny portal, with redstone textured outside of it.

' looks like something Mumbo’d like, the amount of redstone. ' grian cleared his throat. 'what is it?'

' I don’t know, but we have to check this out. ' scar replied, grabbing his bow.

Grian nodded, grabbing his own bow. Feeling a bit excited that, for once, scar said We have to check this out, it’s like the old times.. us against the world.

Scar grabbed his elytra, flying down, grian did the same.

' it doesn’t look.. good, or safe. Maybe we turn back? ' grian yelled over the howling wind.

Scar laughed, ' turning back is for the weak! Now c’mon! '

Once they landed, grian pulled up a visor for his eyes, and walked around warily.

' come to think of it.. this has mumbo written all over it. '

' ..mhm.. hey-.. what’s that?.. ' grian asked, pointing at a shadow, of a person?

Scar immediately became alert, looking around, holding his shield out in front of both of them.

The figure moved, scar held out his bow at the ready.

' ah. You’ve found me already? I reckon it was cuteguy, eyes of an eagle! ' a familiar voice said.. mumbos voice.

' I-.. mumbo?.. ' cuteguy asked, worriedly.

' of course it is! ' the shadow stepped out, revealing a rather maniacal figure, tall, with a black and white suit. Definitely their own friend, MumboJumbo.

' what are you doing, you.. maniac. ' hotguy hissed.

' oh y’know, cuteguy always got the attention.. and little old me was ditched!. So I figured.. if cuteguy died.. you could take a new sidekick, and, tsk. I’m perfect for that!! ' Mumbo cackled, an evil glint.

' you want to.. kill me? ' cuteguy asked, hissing.

Mumbo laughed, nodding.

' alright listen here pal, you’re not gonna kill my best friend. ' hotguy snapped, aiming his arrow at mumbo.

Cuteguy grinned, ' a challenge! At last! '

Hotguy looked at cuteguy, confused.

' g? What // are // you doing? ' Hotguy whispered.

Mumbo acted quickly, grabbing cuteguy and pushing him against the wall.

Of course, cuteguy winced, groaning in pain.

' -AH!.. '

' now, // scar //. Choose, I let cuteguy go, and he lives, and // I // be your sidekick!.. Or, I don’t let him go, and force him to switch sides! ' Mumbo laughed, feeling powerful.

Cuteguy looked at scar, tears welling in his eyes.

' ..y- ' scar began, but got interrupted.

' you’re to vain to care about cuteguy, your own best friend. ' Mumbo snapped.

Tears ran down cuteguys cheeks, trembling.

' buddy-.. it was us a-against the world.. ' cuteguy said, crying at this point.

' take him. I can do this myself. ' scar muttered.

Yes, he gave up his best friend, the vain, vain man.

' I- SCAR PLEASE!.. ' cuteguy yelled, scared.

' I DON’T NEED YOUR OPINION GRIAN. ' hotguy yelled.

Even mumbo was shocked, but he released grian, holding him by his arm. No matter how much G tried to release himself, it didn’t work.

' you.. traitor.. ' grian sobbed.

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that was hard to write man. But anyway, What’s our opinions? Part 2?

#fanfic #cute guy grian #gtws hotguy #angst

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secretivemessenger · 2 years

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boss! kaeya who finds out his fav employee is a camboy and sends him to his office to have a talk ?? ok imma sleep now.. maybe

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Behind The Mask

Top kaeya x camboy male reader

Rating: NSFW

Warnings: Camboy reader! Sex toys! Windows?! Creempie! Sir kink! Dirty talk! Modern Times!

Note: ok this took longer than it’s supposed to but here ya go , also i was half asleep writing this so yah

You’re one of the many many employees in the infamous company , but you somehow became very close with the boss , you are very efficient with your job , but thats in the company on the outside you have your own private work

You work as a camboy with your very own private show big surprise , your not doing it for money or anything the only reason your doing it is for the fun of it

Now lets get to kaeya , Kaeya is know of being the boss of one of the biggest companies out there , all his employees are high-tear , and him being the boss he have to be more serious than anyone else , But that would never stop him from playing around

And thats how he got close to you actually , he ran away from his work dumping all his paperwork on his brother , and he just happen to have ran into you

Anyone who bombs into their boss would be automatically scared , but instead you just offered him a cigarette with a simple “want one” , And after that you started hanging out together (you got dragged by him) and you somehow got close

Now to the real deal , he probably found you out by one of his outside company friends , they told him about this new sexy camboy and he had to check it out

He entered the website and searched the name , the first thing he saw was the saved videos from previous streams

He managed to recognise you almost immediately even with the mask on because of your unique features , his first reaction was utter shock of seeing you there , completely freezing still while the video plays out

And in no time he is stroking his cock while watching you fuck yourself with a dildo , never in his life he thought he would see one of his favourite employee in this state , Fucked out with a dumb look on your face

For the next few days or so all he did in his free time was watch the saved videos of your streams , just you doing all kind of things to your body

From normal sex toys to straight up a fucking machine , strapping yourself onto the beds headboard and letting the machine ravage your inside for as long as the chat wants

When he actually get to see a real live stream he can’t help but get excited , he would donate a ton as an anonymous and would put the most challenging requests in it , and you would have no choice but to oblige

Put a vibrator inside of you and see how many times you can cum before breaking , wearing cat ears and a tail plug , or just a casual finger fucking yourself until your crying

And because of all of that all he can think about now is you , and the fact that he basically sees you everyday acting completely normal , not like you did anything yesterday is kinda funny to him

Seeing you in your streams is always arousing for him , but he can’t help but want a taste of the real thing , so he called you onto his office for a small talk

“You called me sir” you said “come on I thought we were close , why are ya still using the formalities” he said in a teasing tone “if thats why you called me here for then I’m leaving, i still have plenty of work to do” you spat out before turning ready to leave

But you were stopped by the moaning noise , you turned around to see your boss holding up his pc , you see yourself on the screen , jumping up and down on a silicone dildo thats seated on the ground , moans spilling out of you while tears fall under the mask too overstimulated

You recognised it as one of your latests streams , but whats left you speechless and confused is the fact that your boss have it “why do you have this” you said in a shaking sound “a friend” kaeya said with a smirk visible on his face

“What do you want to keep quite” you asked in a serious manner , you may have been doing all this for fun , but its definitely not fun having your coworkers know that the person they see everyday is into this kind of things

“Come on now im not that much of an asshole I wouldn’t snitch on my favourite employee” he said which made you raise and eyebrow at him “then why are you showing me this” you asked confused “i just wanna try the real thing , would you mind letting me” kaeya said as the smile in his face keeps growing

And thats how you found yourself pressed against the window , the very large window that lets you see everything’s happening down street , kaeya rocking his hips against yours , the loud mixture sound of skin slapping against each other and your loud shameless moans

“Aren’t you afraid the people outside are gonna see you like this” kaeya said between his groan’s , you would be if you didn’t know that its impossible to see through it from the outside , but it still managed to get you all worked up , as your moans got louder , which your thankful that the boss’s office is sound prof

“Your so lose , must’ve had plenty of fun yesterday” he whispered near your ears teasingly , you could only babble out random mixed words too dumb to think of anything else other than the cock inside of you , It gave kaeya the greatest ego boost knowing that he’s the one messing up your body like this

“Do you like it , being fucked by you boss like this” Kaeya said before grabbing your face and turning it around as he smashed his lips onto you droll covered one , kissing you measly , biting and sucking at your lips

Kaeya pulled his mouth away giving you the chance to respond “Yess..fuwah… like it so much sir” you said in a soft manner making him groan before kissing you again

Your hand suddenly slammed onto the window holding yourself up , as you can feel kaeya taking a hold of your thighs and raising them from the ground , you can fell your body press harder onto the cold window

With your legs spread open keaya have more access to your hole , thrusting even deeper hitting your sweet spot everytime while all you can do is cry out for him “OH God… please..anhgg.. sir im close” “me too” he breathed heavily biting your ear softly

You can feel your vision turn white as your cum splashed all over the window infront of you , with one more thrust kaeya emptied himself inside of you , filling you to the brim with his cum

When he pulled out and put you down you began to feel his cum dripping from your puffed hole down your thighs , you fell to the ground gently panting out

And before you can have a breather you felt a hard object touching you cheeks , turning your head you widen your eyes as you saw kaeya’s cock hard again

“Think you can go a second round”

#bottom male reader #male reader smut #x male reader #smut #anon reply #&🍮 — anon #genshin impact #kaeya headcanons #kaeya alberich #genshin impact kaeya #kaeya x reader #kaeya x male reader #1k notes

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mercy-burning · 3 years

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She’s An Angel

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Spencer discovers that Reader has a rather promiscuous personality behind closed doors, and he can’t help but give into her. Category: SMUT (18+), (there’s a lil fluff at the end, but it’s mostly filth lol) Warnings: Language, heavy flirting and sexual tension, female/male-receiving oral sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, innocence kink (kinda?), breeding kink, dirty talk Word Count: 10.8k

***EDITED: 7/23/2021***

MASTERLIST

NOTE: Hi, guys! This is my entry for @willowrose99 ‘s 1-Year Writing Challenge Celebration! My prompts were: Only Angel by Harry Styles (fun fact, this is my favorite Harry song! And the notes/texts that Reader sends to Spencer are lines from the song), stealing clothes, and the dialogue “You know, I kinda like it when you call me -pet name-” I hope you all enjoy it! I had SO MUCH FUN writing this!!!

Also! Little fun fact: sex and metaphors/references to religion is like... my favorite thing in the whole world, so I made a tiny playlist for you to give a listen if you’re interested! If you have song recs so I can add them, please let me know! I’m always on the lookout for new stuff :) Enjoy!!

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He didn't think much of it the first day she started working at the BAU. If anything, Spencer was glad that they had an intern— someone who could share some of their responsibilities without completely changing the dynamic of the work. She even became part of their family, going out with them after cases, attending every workplace gathering, whether it be a wedding for a co-worker they didn't see often, one of Rossi's dinner parties, or Henry's birthday party.

It wasn't until they were setting up for the BAU office Halloween party that he noticed something was... different.

Y/N and Spencer were put on decorating duty while everyone else brought food and music, and whatever else. They stopped by extra early to set up, meaning they would be there together, alone, for at least two hours before anyone showed up.

Normally that wouldn't have been anything to worry about, but Y/N showed up in costume, and it completely threw him for a loop.

Now, he wasn't one to really care whether or not people used Halloween as an outlet to dress like sexy nurses or cheerleaders or whatever else. Sure, he'd rather go with something on the scary side, something with a creepy mask or intricate makeup, but in the end the holiday was everyone's to enjoy how they wanted to. And one way or the other, he never saw anyone in a sexy Halloween costume and found himself tempted by them in the slightest. In fact, it was rare that he ever saw anyone in one at all.

So, when Y/N slowed up to the office wearing a very skin-tight, tiny schoolgirl costume, and his heart leapt out of his chest, mouth going dry and blood running hot at the sight of her?

He was a goner.

Her eyes lit up when she saw him, dropping the large bag she was carrying to run over and give him a hug, which he shakily returned, trying to snap out of his daze. Suddenly he felt a little underdressed, not wearing his costume yet, and truthfully, he wasn't sure if he wanted to wear one at all now, fearful that she'd think it was too immature.

Even more frightening than the holiday itself was the fact that Spencer found himself caring about what Y/N would think of his costume when a minute ago it hadn't even crossed his mind.

He cleared his throat and blinked rapidly before she released him from her hug, hoping to expel his fear and remember that she was his friend and she'd never actually say anything bad about his costume. Not that that'd even mattered in the first place. It shouldn't have mattered, right?

God, pull yourself together! She's just a pretty girl dressed in a suggestive costume, it's nothing you haven't seen before...

Though, he wasn't even sure he could call her a pretty girl right then.

Because when she pulled away from him, talking about some of the decorations she brought, he had ample opportunity to get a good look at her costume up close. And she wasn't pretty. She was downright sexy, all legs protruding underneath a short plaid skirt and adorning shiny black heels, curly hair tumbling down her shoulders in pigtails. Her shirt was so low, most of the buttons undone to reveal a black lacy bra underneath. She wore a pair of glasses that sat cutely on the tip of her nose and minimal makeup, the only noticeable thing being bright red lip color.

That wasn't what was different, though.

Sure, she'd never worn anything that scandalous around work or even on nights out, but it wasn't the fact that she'd done so now that felt strange. No, it was the way she looked up at him, her head hung low and her eyes looking up through eyelashes. When she got excited to tell him something, she pitched her voice higher. And often times, she'd put herself in compromising positions, and it seemed like it was on purpose.

At one point she stood right in front of him trying to hang a streamer on a beam she was most certainly not tall enough to reach. Her arms stretched high, all fabric on her body rising up and exposing more skin. Spencer quickly tried to avoid any problems, offering to help so she wouldn't hurt herself, first of all, but also so that he wouldn't find himself staring too long when he shouldn't have been staring at all.

The whole time they were decorating, she found excuses to drop things and pick them up, to stumble and hold onto his arm for steadiness, to accidentally brush past him... And that's what was so different about her.

He didn't want to assume she'd been drinking before coming to the office, and if he'd known any better he wouldn't have assumed it in the first place. But that was the one and only thing that crossed his mind that could have been the answer to her strange behavior, despite the lack of alcohol on her breath. (The only reason he knew her breath didn't smell of alcohol was because at one point, she hugged him again and pulled back to look in his eyes, brushing stray curls from his face and telling him they did a good job finishing up the room they'd been working on.)

Now they were in the conference room, and Spencer was hanging streamers as Y/N sat in one of the chairs, wheeled back to the middle of the room so she could observe everything. Well... observe Spencer was more correct. At least that's what he figured, anyway. It was like he could feel her eyes burning into the back of him. Or maybe he was just still unable to get over the fact that she and her stupidly hot costume had had that big of an effect on him.

He stood down from the chair and asked Y/N to hand him more tape, refusing to look at her.

"Spence, are you alright?" she asked sweetly, rolling her chair over to the table so she could reach the tape. The innocent concern in her voice had that same suspicious tone to it that wouldn't leave him alone, like it was nagging him and calling to him... begging to confront her.

He flicked his gaze down to meet hers for the briefest of seconds before looking back at the table. "N—Yeah, I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" She picked up the tape and toyed with it between her fingers, which were manicured a light pink color. He couldn't help but stare at them. "You seem a little... on edge."

With a swallow, an attempt to bring moisture back to his throat, Spencer shook his head. "I'm... No, I'm sure. Everything's fine."

Y/N sighed. "Well, I've been working with you profilers for some time now, and... I think I can tell when you're lying. Was it... something I did?"

There she went again, her voice high and soft. Innocent. Like she was in character.

Spencer looked at her face again, and then immediately he regretted it. She was half pouting at him, doe-eyed and head tilted to expose her neck. He swallowed again, trying to figure her out while also figuring out what to say.

"No," is what he settled on, audibly nervous.

She could tell, too, because he thought he saw her smirk for just a split second. But then it was gone, replaced once again by her pout. "Oh... Good. Because I thought for a second that you didn't like my costume."

She obviously had to be up to something, right? Was she... flirting with him? And more importantly, did he want her to flirt with him? He'd never really thought about Y/N in that context before, but she was single, beautiful, and... well, truthfully that's all he really knew about her. They'd been friends for about a year now, and he couldn't put together one single thought about her other than the stuttering, muddled confusion over the fact that she was in a sexy Halloween costume and most likely openly flirting with him.

What was that Emily said once about his IQ dropping in the presence of a pretty woman?

Y/N had rendered him utterly thoughtless.

And speechless, too, apparently, because he stood there, staring at her without saying a single word.

"Spencer," she called out softly, almost like a lullaby. Her chair rolled back, away from the table to give him a better view of her legs as she un-crossed them and very slightly opened her knees. "Do you think I'm pretty?"

As if he wasn't already practically burning inside-out since the moment she arrived at the office, now his blood ran hot, and he was suddenly very uncomfortably warm. "U—Um, y—yes, you're... You're beautiful, y—your costume... It's nice, it looks nice on you."

Her pout slowly turned into a smile as she patted her knees. "Thank you... I wore it just for you, you know."

Is this some sort of bizarre dream? he wondered, his knees almost buckling at her words, their tone, and the meaning of it all.

"Y—You did?" he whispered brokenly.

"Mnmm," she drawled as her fingers toyed with themselves. "You teach, right?"

"Sometimes."

Y/N hummed and nodded, her legs still closed enough that he couldn't see anything... extra promiscuous. "You know, I bet you have quite a few students who find you attractive... Tell me, do any of them dress like this?"

She leaned back in the chair and started to run her hands slowly up the inside of her thigh, just above her knee. "Do they ever... Sit in the front row and... spread their legs just enough for you to see the pretty panties they picked out... just for you..."

By now her hands were resting on the inside of her thighs, her legs spread in exactly the way she'd described. He couldn't help himself. There she was, offering herself to him, and in his line of vision was the faintest glimpse of baby pink fabric that matched the color of her fingernails.

He didn't even know how to verbally respond. By now he was sure his face was beet red, and his palms were sweating so badly and struggling to keep him upright as he leaned forward on the table. Ah, the table— the only thing separating him from her, a fact which he wasn't quite sure if he was thankful for or not.

The spell she had around her broke when her phone rang. And just like that, it was like she was... herself again. At least, the 'herself' Spencer had always known. She sat up and walked over to the other side of the room to grab her phone from her bag, reading the screen as he struggled to catch his breath.

"It's Penelope. She has a costume emergency I have to help with. Are you good putting the rest of these up?"

"U—Um, yeah. Yeah, go."

Y/N smiled and grabbed her bag, thanking him as she walked past and left him behind.

He heard her call back as her figure was etching itself into his brain, ready to remain there until the end of time. "Can't wait to see your costume!"

***

Luke and Tara were having a conversation that he was supposed to be paying attention to, but Spencer's mind was still occupied by Y/N and her... outward display of sensuality.

Her voice was echoing in his brain, replaying over and over how she'd dressed up for him. And the longer he tried to wrap his brain around everything, the more he wound up confused. Where had her forwardness even come from? Had she been actively interested in him this whole time and he just hadn't seen it until now? A possibility, but why had she chosen to go to that extreme rather than just tell him the truth? Maybe she'd just found being overtly sexual an easier tactic than others?

Or maybe, in the end, she was just messing with him. Even though Derek had moved away, it was entirely possible that he'd somehow concocted one of his ridiculous pranks and roped Y/N into helping him since he wasn't around to do it himself. A smart move, though it was highly unlikely.

Spencer just didn't know what to do. Depending on how the rest of the night went, he was probably just going to have to muster up the courage to ask her what her intentions were. And depending on what she says, he was going to have to figure out what he wanted from their relationship... Did she want just sex? Did he want just sex? Did she want to go out with him? Is that something he would want as well?

He was just about to mull it over when Penelope's boisterous laugh sounded from the other side of the room. Spencer looked up, eager to see if Y/N was with her, since she'd been called away on a costume emergency. Penelope was dressed as a devil, red sparkly horns on her red-streaked, curled hair. She was dressed head-to-toe in a red dress and shoes that felt very much like her, with feathers and sequins, and her makeup was also red and black and absolutely glittery.

And sure enough, behind her stood the woman who'd been occupying Spencer's mind for the past hour and a half. Though, she wasn't dressed as a schoolgirl anymore.

He found himself swearing under his breath as he took her in, shimmering where she stood, dressed in all white.

She was an angel.

An actual angel. Her hair fell loose around her, accessorized with a headband with a golden halo attached to it. Her dress was still pretty form-fitting, though nowhere near as scandalous as her previous outfit. It was long and flowed out at the bottom until it hit the floor, a ring of gold at the hem. The sleeves were also long and bell-bottomed, accented with gold at the end.

And from where Spencer stood, even that far away, he noticed the glitter that surrounded her eyes, gold to compliment the color on her dress. Her lips were still bright red, and her glasses were gone. And the wings... As small as they were—most likely to keep from taking up too much space—they stood out in any crowd, purely white and outlined in gold, just like the rest of her outfit.

Why had she changed? Did... she actually change at all? Had he truly only imagined their encounter hours ago?

"Any... specific angels crossing your mind?" Spencer heard Luke say, punctuated with a pat on the shoulder.

He blinked and looked at him. "What?"

"Y/N... She makes a pretty good angel, eh?"

"Uh, yeah, I—I guess so."

Luke and Tara laughed, obviously amused by all of this. But they hadn't seen her earlier. They hadn't been there to witness her seducing him and acting like she'd done it a million times over. They didn't know what she was doing to him, inhabiting every corner of his brain and driving him mad trying to figure it all out.

But it wasn't uncommon for his friends to tease him about the female attention he got sometimes. And when it was obvious that he was flustered, they kept the friendly teasing going. And every time, he settled on leaving it alone, because he knew it would pass and he wouldn't have to worry about it again, at least until the next woman hit on him in public.

And Y/N? She worked with them. As long as she was in his head, he was afraid he'd never stop being flustered in her presence.

So he had to know. He had to talk to her and see what was going on, no matter how awkward it might get.

For now though, it was Halloween, and he was going to spend the night with his friends while doing the very rare amount of drinking and the more frequent amount of laughter.

The night didn't come without a few looks in Y/N's direction, though. She never came up to him directly, though a few times he'd catch her looking at him. And each time, she'd wave and continue on her merry way, laughing with Emily or doing some silly dance with Penelope in their coupling costumes.

Honestly, if earlier hadn't happened, he would have thought nothing of it. She was being completely normal. Happy, friendly... Simply Y/N, as he'd known her for the past year and a half.

He just finished saying goodbye to JJ, who was leaving early to go trick-or-treating with her kids, when she finally approached him. At the sight of her getting closer, her otherworldliness making his blood go warm again, he tried to compose himself. After all, there was no way she'd do anything sensual in public like this, right?

"I didn't get a chance to compliment you on your costume yet," she said brightly, her voice not carrying that higher tone from before. "You make a very believable zombie."

He looked down at his tattered clothes, a small laugh escaping him. "Thank you... It's no high-level makeup job, but I tried my best."

When he looked back up to her, the shimmer of her makeup basked her in a glow that made it incredibly hard to breathe. She really was pretty. Still sexy, of course, but in an understated way this time.

And he couldn't help but bring up the difference. "You... changed."

Something sparkled in her eyes then, giving them a devious glint that inherently contradicted her costume, and the mere implications of that made him tremble, especially as she said, "Mhm... I figured the schoolgirl costume was a little too inappropriate for the workplace. And besides... I did say I wore it just... for you..."

So he hadn't imagined the whole thing... On the one hand he was relieved to know he wasn't freaking out over something that hadn't actually happened. But... on the other, what did that leave him with?

It left him with a woman who was standing in front of him, dressed like an angel while giving him all sorts of devilish feelings.

Once again she'd rendered him speechless, though now his thoughts were filled with images of those pretty, glimmering eyes above him, watching as he worshipped her between her legs... Of her hands twisted in his hair as he showed her just how much he wanted her, to show her how beautiful she was.

Those thoughts were interrupted when she got closer, toying with a stray curl that stuck out from his head. She twirled it around her finger and looked up at him, doe-eyed again as she purred, "Happy Halloween, Doctor Reid."

She was gone too quickly, whisked away by the throes of an office holiday party that, one way or another, served as the beginning to a long, tempestuous affair.

***

In the weeks that followed, Spencer went about his days as normally as he could, focusing on work, and getting ready for another month of teaching, where he'd be away from his friends and, therefore, also away from Y/N.

It's not that he necessarily wanted to be away from her... Yet, after constant flirting with no direction other than his dreams filling with filthy images of the two of them together and no actual outlet for it, he figured a break would do him some good. Of course, he wasn't sure what would await him when he came back—if she'd forget about all of it and give up or if she'd come at him stronger than before.

It was his final day before leave, and so naturally, Y/N had to make it hard on him. He was sure that's what she was doing.

Since it was getting colder, she strayed away from skirts, though occasionally she would show up to work in a longer dress or a shirt that hugged her in all the right places, especially on the days that he would be working with her more. She had the BAU's schedules on hand always, so she had to be using that as a way to get to him.

On those days, she often used her higher pitch when she spoke to him, and her eyes were always adventurous— they wandered over every part of his body and sometimes quickly blinked away when he caught her, accompanying an embarrassed smile. (Though, Spencer was convinced she really was absolutely not embarrassed.)

Other times she pulled the "Oops, I dropped something," trick, and "You know, it's almost Winter but it's still so warm in here, don't you think?" followed by a stretch of her body as she slowly put her hair up or dragged it over her shoulder.

His plan was to wait until he got back from leave, assess their situation from there after he'd cleared his head for a while, and then talk to her about what the hell was going on. Though the thought of confronting her scared him a little, he knew he couldn't let this go on any longer without some sort of conversation about what was next... What it all meant. It would drive him crazy otherwise.

With all the sensual, suggestive looks and actions she was throwing at him, though, it was a wonder he hadn't gotten to that point already.

As if she'd figured this out—because of course she would have found a way to get into his brain and know what he was thinking and feeling before he could even do so himself—Y/N stood by a storage closet with a clipboard. She pretended to write things down, when in reality she was looking up at him every so often, biting her lip and crossing her legs where she stood. She looked utterly desperate for something, almost like it was painful for her to be deprived of whatever it was she was looking for.

Spencer had a sneaking suspicion he knew what that was. And the thought sent a wave of electricity through his veins. All day she'd been going extra hard in attempts to catch his attention, and since it was his final day before leaving for a month, he knew that had to be the reason why.

If catching his attention was her goal, she'd definitely succeeded.

Across the room, and across a small sea of co-workers who were head-down, going through paperwork, he caught her eye and waited, his fingers twitching like they wanted to reach out to her. She tilted her head to the side and tucked her bottom lip between her teeth, staring back at him like she was in a daydream.

And sure enough, she was standing underneath a light, one singular beam that sat atop her head like a halo and bathed her in a soft glow.

Even without the costume, she was an angel... For a moment Spencer wondered if maybe she'd planed on it all from the start— making her move by dressing like an angel on Halloween for one night and then finding any way on purpose to replicate that presence without actually dressing up again. Was it a way to mess with his head, to make him believe that she was calling to him? That she would... save him somehow?

He had to know what she was doing.

So he gave in and stood up, his eyes keeping contact with hers as he got closer and closer. Before he could get to her, though, she winked and then turned around, entering the storage closet and disappearing before his eyes. Still, he followed her, desperately hoping that's what she wanted.

And with a silent prayer that felt ironic as he thought it, Spencer opened the door and entered the adventure that awaited him. Whether it would be heavenly or otherwise he wasn't sure, but either way he was ready to confront it.

Y/N had turned on a desk lamp, its orange glow the only source of light in an otherwise pitch-black space. She leaned back against a table, still standing with her legs crossed over each other, hands bracing themselves on the tabletop. "How's it going, Doctor Reid?"

"What are you doing?" he asked, almost immediately after she greeted him. Now that he was alone with her, away from unassuming eyes, he exhaled and visibly showed his confusion through pleading eyes. "Please, I need to know what you're doing..."

He barely saw the contours of her face through dim lighting as she smiled. "What do you mean?"

"Y/N... Don't do that." He took a step closer, even though the quick beating of his heart signaled that it might have been a dangerous move. "Tell me..."

"Isn't it obvious?" she cooed, her hands coming out to toy with the hem of her frilly skirt.

As he looked down at it, he had to wonder if there really was a God out there, some higher being that sent this angel down to destroy him. How else did it stand to happen that even though it was nearing the end of November, the one day it was warm enough for Y/N not to freeze while wearing a skirt was the final day he had before leaving for a whole moth?—Before it was inevitably snowy and she wouldn't have the luxury to tease him with her skin?

She must have caught his lingering gaze on her legs, because she laughed softly, spreading them to stand a bit further apart while her fingers very lightly pushed the fabric of her skirt up. "I've been trying to get your attention ever since I got here... But you never seemed to notice. So I figured... Why not be a little more... forthcoming..."

"Y—You could have... said something," he whispered, forcing himself to look at her face. But as he was learning, he couldn't look at any part of her without his whole body going up in flames.

By now she was walking closer to him, small, languid steps that perfectly showcased how her body could move. "Well... Truth is, I was scared... Every time I tried to talk to you, I got really nervous..." Her voice was demure, apologetic almost... Embarrassed. But it had to have just been part of the allure, right? Part of her show? "You're just so... intimidating."

Spencer swallowed, a small laugh coming from him as he tried not to collapse at her closeness. "I'm... I'm really not..."

But she laughed, finally close enough to reach out and grab his tie, which is what she did. She held the fabric in her hands for a few seconds before letting it drop, bringing her pointer finger to gently trace patterns on his chest. "Not in a mean way, silly... You're... incredibly smart, and you're good at your job... You're always so nice to everyone... And I bet you really know how to make a girl feel good..."

He found himself trembling under her touch again as she brought her hand down to meet his. She leaned up to nudge his chin with her nose as she moved his hand to the inside of her thigh. It was only the slightest of touches, nothing rushed or passionate about it. In fact, Y/N seemed more taken with the idea of using her touch to draw everything out— to make him pine for it, lose all semblance of sanity until he finally gave in and did whatever he wanted to her.

"Don't you wanna know what it feels like to touch me?" she whispered, her breath hot on his neck. Meanwhile her hand guided his own farther up her skirt, until he felt her skin getting warmer and warmer with each millimeter. His throat was dry, breath shaky as he fluttered his eyes closed and embraced the moment, embraced the guidance... "To feel how wet you make me?"

His heart practically leapt out of his chest once his hand was finally met with said wetness. Her panties were damp and oh so warm, and he couldn't stop the whine that left his throat as she pressed his fingers hard into her against the fabric. Her fingers covered his like a glove, guiding them in small circles over her clothed clit as she sighed into his neck.

"You feel that?" she asked, nuzzling into his skin. "That's what you do to me, Doctor. From the moment I saw you, I knew you'd ruin me..."

He breathed a laugh then, finding it utterly ironic how that's how she felt. She could have just been toying with him, but there was enough longing and desperation in her voice to let him know she really meant it. She'd been waiting for him to come along and whisk her away...

So that's what he was going to do.

Spencer removed his hand from her then, walking them over to the table and pulling her right to him by gripping the waistband of her panties and keeping her still. The gasp she let out fueled him in a way that would have wrecked him if the job hadn't already been done. As he looked down at her, her body was basked in the soft orange luminescence of the desk lamp, a sight that aesthetically added to his desire and farther fueled the heat that had been accumulating in his veins, waiting to be released.

"Is that what you want, angel?" he breathed, the words even taking him by surprise. His sexual experience was far from non-existent, but it was limited enough that he'd never acted this feral before. Never had a partner ever had this strong of a hold on him, so tight that he found it a struggle to breathe. Add on the fact that he wanted to embrace that struggle if it meant being this way with her, and you had a man who was completely unraveling under the allure of one single woman until she ultimately brought forth his demise. "You want me to ruin you?"

Though he was giving in, like he assumed she wanted in the first place, Y/N hummed, tilting her head again and blinking up at him. "You know, I kinda like it when you call me angel..."

Spencer gripped the fabric tighter, and she whined. "Is it what you want?" In other words, Do you want this?

Y/N nodded, and then he crashed his lips with hers as he tugged at her panties and let them drop to the floor in a pool around her feet. She flung her arms around his shoulders and pressed herself into him more, allowing his tongue to part her lips and explore her with liveliness. She was more than welcome to embracing it, verbally giving him praises in the form of whimpers and physical ones in the form of her hips rolling forward to get more friction.

As one of his hands found purchase under one of her thighs, he thought back to Halloween night, and how he'd imagined his head between her legs. The memory had his entire body tensing with pleasure, and without a second thought, he pulled away and dropped to his knees, looking up at her with what he hoped was the purest form of desire.

He looked up at her, admiring the way her face looked in the dim light, as he lifted one of her legs and placed it on his shoulder. Still keeping eye contact, he tilted his head and kissed the inside of her leg. But eventually he let his focus lean to immersing himself in her pleasure, tearing his eyes away from hers and completely shifting his head to face her leg. His lips trailed upwards, taking his time to remember the taste and the feel of her soft skin.

The higher he got, the heavier her breathing became, and it wasn't long before he fully had his head under her skirt. She tried to move the fabric so she could see him, but he gripped her wrists and pinned them at her sides, eliciting a laugh from her that quickly turned into a whimper once he brushed his nose over where she ached for him.

Without being able to stop himself, Spencer inhaled, breathing her in and letting out a shaky breath as he inched closer and involuntarily closed his eyes, completely wrapped up in her like he'd never felt before. He was intoxicated by her, even more so when his mouth finally made contact with her dripping cunt.

Feeling her shudder above him was almost as heavenly as the way she tasted, sweet and bitter and oh so delectable. He'd never craved anything more than her in that moment, his tongue lapping her up and making a point to taste all of her. He explored and worshipped and praised her just how he'd imagined he would, though now that it was actually happening and he'd really had a taste of her, he wasn't sure he could ever go back.

Not that he wanted to. Especially as she whined and rolled her hips against his face, seeking more pleasure as she tried to be quiet in the closet.

Spencer, though he knew the importance of keeping it quiet right then, couldn't say he was the same way. Since his head was hiked up her skirt, and his sounds were muffled by her skin, he was as loud as he wanted to be, groaning into her and mumbling praises in between while catching his breath. He reveled in the feeling of her wetness coating the lower half of his face and the sounds that both pairs of her lips were providing. It truly was better than any symphony or choir he'd ever heard, and if he could spend the rest of his life down there, worshipping at her altar and giving her everything she desired, he would have.

But they were at work, and if they were gone too long, it would get suspicious.

So, as much as he wanted to draw out her pleasure—and by association, his own—he focused on getting her to her peak, flicking his tongue out over her clit and letting her hips rock forward to get her exactly where she wanted to be.

He knew she was about to come when she stopped whining and whimpering altogether, the leg she had draped over his shoulder curling and tightening around him to keep herself steady.

His tongue was relentless, keeping at what it was doing while Spencer imagined what her face must have looked like. Were her eyes rolling to the back of her head or were they squeezed tight? And her mouth— was it hanging open? Was her bottom lip tucked between her teeth as she attempted to keep herself from yelling out? And as her hands struggled in his grasp, trying to escape most likely in favor of gripping his hair, he imagined them tied up above her head, attached to his bedframe as he took his time, drawing out every little sound she could have possibly made until she was just as unraveled as he was.

And then her grip loosened all around him, a whiny sigh escaping from her mouth, and Spencer reluctantly drew himself away from her. He dropped her leg from his shoulder and licked at his lips, tasting as much of her as he could before he had to return to work. And then, when he was moving to remove his head from under her skirt, he caught sight of her panties on the ground, picking them up and sliding the garment lightly up along her leg as he stood.

The only thing was, he wasn't putting them back on her.

No, they hung loose between his fingers as they tickled the inside of her legs, and when he finally stood tall enough to tower over her again, he got as close as he could to her, bringing the fabric up between her legs, right where he'd just been, and pressed them firmly to her sensitive pussy.

"Time to clean you up, angel," he whispered, swiping his hand forward and doing exactly that. Y/N whined against his mouth, faintly tasting herself on his lips as he cleaned her.

He kissed her then, gently, removing his hand from under her skirt and depositing the damp fabric right into his pocket.

If Spencer hadn't known already that he was done for, he would have figured it out right then, when he pulled back far enough to see the high, blissed out look in her pretty eyes. She blinked at him and sighed, telling him one final thing before she pushed past him and walked out into the office with no underwear and half-wobbly legs.

"I miss you already, Doctor..."

***

He missed her, too.

The month-long leave was supposed to assist in letting him clear his head, but the longer he was away from her, the more it drove him mad. Occasionally he'd still taste the sweet tanginess of her on his tongue, and no amount of coffee could rinse it out. Sometimes he'd be grading papers and daydream about hearing her whimper out his name as he took care of her.

It didn't help that she also sent him texts, little things that would have sounded innocent to anyone else but had a way more promiscuous meaning to the both of them. They mostly involved the discussion of angels, of course, as she left him with a quote or a song lyric, and other days with a fact about a specific angel.

Today, the morning before classes started, she sent him, She's gonna be an angel, just you wait and see... Spencer didn't know what it meant, what it was referencing, but it was innocent enough that he didn't think anything of it until lunch rolled around and he checked his phone to see another text.

...When it turns out she's a devil in between the sheets.

He couldn't stop thinking about it. All day, even as he was trying to distract himself by lecturing, all he could see in his mind was Y/N. Sometimes with her angel costume on, but mostly with nothing on, her body fitting into his like a puzzle piece as she sighed out his name like a prayer.

And to think, he had one more week until he would see her again.

But then he was looking through his students' quizzes, small sheets of paper with some terminology and matching definitions they needed to pair together. Since there were only about five minutes left until the class was over, he let his students spend the rest of the time how they chose, not really in the mood to burn himself out speaking when he knew it was only a matter of time before he slipped and said something about Y/N that he shouldn't.

The next quiz he grabbed was folded in half, unusual, but he opened it and was looking to go about his merry way regardless. But then he saw a post-it note right in the middle of the paper, reading She's an angel, my only angel, and punctuated with a pair of red lips.

The first thing he did was drop the pen that was in his hand. Not like he did it on purpose, though, he was pretty sure all joint and muscle function was lost upon reading the handwriting he knew so well, and a reference that only she could make.

And then he looked up, eyes scanning the sea of students to find her. She had to have been there, right? A few of the students found it odd that he was just looking through all of them, but all he was worried about was finding her.

And there she was.

Y/N had tucked herself all the way in the back, her eyes locked directly onto him. She winked then, when she knew she had his attention, and all Spencer could think about was how it must have been another dream. Her texts from earlier had gotten to him more than usual, and because of it, he was seeing her everywhere, seeing what he wanted to see.

Even though he wanted to keep looking at her, to try and figure out if she was really there or if she was just a figment of his devilish mind, he didn't want anyone to catch him. To anyone else it would look like he might have been staring at another student, and with the lust he knew was definitely swimming in them, the last thing he wanted to do was get in trouble like that.

So, to his dismay and reluctance, he slipped the note into the drawer beside him and quietly finished grading, even though he was longing to see how else he could let Y/N destroy him.

Even as the bell rang and everyone filtered out, Spencer kept his head low, refusing to look up until everyone was gone and only one person remained.

The quieter it got, the harder he could feel his heart beating. And then the only thing that cut through the silence was that unmistakable, angelic high pitch that would surely never fail to bring him to his knees.

"Did you get my note, Doctor?"

Only then did he allow himself to look up, and when he did, seeing her closer to him than she'd been in almost a month now, it was like the stars aligned. "Yes," he whispered, getting out of his seat and walking around the desk to be as close to her as possible.

She laughed and met him in the middle, nearly trapping him between herself and the desk. Her hands reached out to grab at his suit jacket and he wished that she'd touch him somewhere else. Anywhere else, just to feel the soft warmth of her skin.

"And my texts?" she cooed, taking another step and actually trapping him between her body and his desk.

"Y—Yeah, I got them."

"Oh, good. I've been thinking a lot about how you left me..." She slid her hands then, under his jacket and across his stomach until they reached his waist. "The second I got in my car to go home, you were already on your way here... And I couldn't help but wonder what you were doing with my panties..."

They were currently back in his hotel room, in the drawer and laying atop of his own clothes, a vision that had him reeling, wondering if she was wearing any now. So he asked. "Are... Um..."

Well, he tried to ask, anyway.

Y/N caught on, though, beaming at him as her hands removed herself from him and slipped up her skirt. "You wanna see the pair I'm wearing now?"

"Y/N... There's... Someone could come in, I..."

She clucked her tongue. "Oh, I wouldn't want to get you in trouble, don't worry. I'll just... Give you a quick peek."

She didn't wait for him to respond, lifting the hem of the skirt and stepping back so he could see the front of her underwear, which were white and printed with black cursive lettering.

Angel.

As soon as he exhaled, loud and obviously very turned on at the sight in front of him, she dropped the skirt and smiled. "You like them? I needed to buy a new pair since you felt the need to steal my others..."

Spencer really didn't know what to say. All he knew was that his body was on fire, and the tightening of his pants was extremely dangerous since he had another class in a half hour and there wasn't enough time to take care of it unless they did something right now. And even then, they were in a public area with hardly anywhere to go. His best bet would be to go to the bathroom and be as inconspicuous as possible to take care of it himself. Or, Y/N needed to leave immediately so he could settle down and just let it go away on its own.

Unfortunately, he seemed to have a hard time denying her of anything.

Which was why he didn't stop her when she sunk to her knees.

As she undid his belt, looking up at him with sparkling eyes, she spoke to him. "Honestly, I had every intention to just make out with you a little, just enough to satiate myself until I can see you again next week, but... Well, I'm wearing lipstick, and I wouldn't want to embarrass you."

He'd made out with a woman before, who'd worn lipstick, and surprisingly it was pretty easy to remove, so he knew she had to have been lying as some part of a bigger scheme, but... he couldn't quite figure out what that was. Obviously she had plans to take care of his erection for him, so why make up the story?

But then she kept talking, only slightly pulling down his pants and palming him through his underwear. "And then I thought about how pretty you'd look covered in lipstick kisses, and, well... It's always good to start somewhere, don't you think?"

Oh...

His stomach did flips when she traced his dick through the fabric covering it, gently with her middle finger. And then, looking into his eyes from below, she pulled it out and slowly stroked it with her hand, a low hum coming from her throat. "Mmm, I can't wait to mark up this pretty cock..."

That's when he lost all semblance of control, a strained groan falling from his lips, coming from the great depths of his chest, just from her words alone. And she took that moment to lean forward and press the gentlest of kisses to the base of his dick. She held her lips there for a second or wo before removing them and moving just a little higher, her eyes never leaving his face.

Her kisses trailed higher and higher, centimeter by centimeter until she reached his tip, where she ever so slightly flicked her tongue over the slit at the top, tasting his precum. And then gave him one final kiss—one final red mark.

The temptation to grab her hair and hold her there while he fucked her throat was strong, but as he looked down at her, she was examining her handiwork with a seductive hunger that made him realize that no matter how strong his urges got, she would always be the one in charge. Even if she acted all innocent and submissive, she was the one who held the key to his sexual desires, and therefore she was the only one who had the ability to unlock them.

So, he contained himself as she looked up at him, winked, and quickly tucked his hard dick back into the confines of his pants.

And when she stood up, she leaned up to his cheek and pressed another kiss there, leaving behind a red mark and all all his sanity with it, quickly turning away before he could catch her.

"See you later, Doctor," she called over her shoulder before she disappeared out the door.

Spencer let out a long, unsteady breath, debating on whether or not he should take care of his situation in the bathroom or right there in the classroom, behind his desk and into the trash can underneath it while he still had ample time to do so.

He sat in the chair about a minute later, his hand moving furiously under the desk as he breathed out hushed whispers of her name.

***

No matter how badly he wanted more alcohol in his system, he wasn't going to allow it. After one drink he was already starting to feel the affects, veins buzzing right along with the low hum of the music from inside. The single streetlight above him provided only the dimmest of lights as he took deep breaths in and out, focusing on the bitter cold from the December air and the soft pelting of snowflakes upon the skin of his cheeks.

Y/N's touch still burned him, right along his inner thigh where her hand had firmly rested while they and the rest of their friends ate dinner at the bar. All night so far, she'd been teasing him to no end, whether it was a brush of her hand against his crotch or a tiny kiss on the shoulder when no one was looking.

How no one had figured them out yet was a mystery.

Spencer rubbed his hands together, trying to keep them warm when he felt it. She was behind him.

"You've been out here for a while, Spence, is everything okay?" Even when she wasn't speaking to him in her angelic higher pitch, he still felt like succumbing to the sound her voice regardless.

He turned around to face her, and sighed. It figured that even surrounded by a street that was covered in brown-tainted snow, she wouldn't have let it taint her beauty. He was convinced that no matter where she was or what she looked like, she'd always be perfect— capable of knocking the breath out of him every time he looked at her. "Honestly, you've been driving me crazy."

"Oh," she said, her eyes slightly shifting to the ground. "Maybe I... did take it too far, I... I'm sorry." The slight tinge of embarrassment and maybe regret that filtered through her voice nearly ran him to the ground— How could she ever believe that he would feel overwhelmed by her? Sure, to some extent, he was extremely overwhelmed by her, but it was never a negative thing.

"Oh, angel, that's not what I meant," he explained softly, taking a few steps towards her.

She lifted her head, eyes doe-eyed and sparkling, though not as they usually were. This time they were swimming in a softness that made him yearn for her even more. "What?"

"I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm absolutely mesmerized by you... Y/N..." Spencer brought a hand to lightly caress her face, and when she leaned into his touch it made him so warm he thought it would melt all of the snow. "I can't get you out of my head, and I... I don't know if I ever want to. I mean that."

"Y—You're not... weirded out or anything?" she asked softly. "That I just... sprung all my feelings and my lust out onto you all at once? B—Because I know it was sudden, and I came on really strong so fast, I just... I thought you liked it, and so I just kept going, but really I should have stopped and... I don't know, asked if you were okay with it..."

He'd seen this softness in her before— When she watched over JJ's kids in the office sometimes, and when she helped Penelope set the table for their 'family dinners'. Every time, on the rare occasion that she actually went on cases with them, when she helped JJ comfort the families who'd lost their loved ones, he saw it. And even through all the lust, that sweetness in her soul was what truly made her an angel. Even though the lust is all he'd been swimming in since Halloween, deep down he really knew that it was only a small part of who she really was.

So, he said to her, "Y/N, I'm enchanted by all of you. I don't... I don't know what happened to make you want to come on strong to me, but... I'm glad you did. Believe me when I say, there is nothing about you that would scare me away."

He didn't know how she was feeling, but she practically visibly melted at his words, right in front of him. "You really mean that?"

With a smile, Spencer stepped even closer and brushed a thumb over her bottom lip. "Of course I mean it, my angel."

She laughed then, her hands wrapping themselves over his waist. "Your angel, huh?"

"Mhm... If you'd like to be..."

Y/N leaned up and pressed her lips to his in answer, firmly and with all the sweetness she had nestled inside her soul.

But the longer they stood there outside the bar, kisses growing warmer and hungrier with each passing second, Spencer realized that he didn't want her sweetness any longer, not tonight anyway. He cradled her face in his hands, feeling the fire in his veins come alive when she whined into his mouth and willed herself closer.

Before he could say fuck it and decide to take her right there outside, he pulled away, still needing her but not entirely willing to get themselves caught for public indecency.

Y/N spoke before he got a chance to, her higher pitch coming back and almost bringing him to his knees.

"What do you say you take your angel home and show her a good time?"

***

She didn't even get a chance to close the door to his apartment before he was on her, his hands tugging at her coat to get it off.

It was a frenzy, at least while they were stripping. Jackets and boots and scarves were strewn across the entryway and leading into the living room, until each of them only had two layers: their regular clothes and what they wore underneath. And that's when they finally allowed themselves the luxury of wrapping their limbs around each other.

Her legs wrapped around his waist as he grabbed ahold of her ass to keep her steady. For added support, she flung her arms around his neck and kissed him the whole way to his bedroom, but not without a few stumbles. Either way, they were so quite literally wrapped up in each other that the imperfections didn't matter.

Like she could ever come with imperfections... Spencer thought as he set her down, immediately bringing his hands to the back of her dress.

Meanwhile she unbuttoned his shirt, fumbling around so much that he thought she might choose to rip it open, and selfishly he wished she would have. But she got it open without tearing any buttons, and the fabric slid easily off his shoulders at the same time her dress slid off her own.

He was going to kiss her again, but once he caught a glimpse of what she'd been hiding under her dress, there was nothing he could physically do but rake his eyes over her figure and pray for forgiveness for all the devilish things he wanted to do to her.

It was a white set, all lace that was detailed to look like feathers as it hugged every curve of her body perfectly. She wore a set of garters that attached to the panties, which he was pretty sure were crotch-less and outlined in a pretty gold shimmer.

"I knew you'd like it," Y/N drawled sweetly. The pure innocence that dripped from her tongue would have thoroughly wrecked him had her appearance already not taken care of that. And she seemed to understand how immobile he'd become at the sight of her, because she moved of her own accord, gliding over to him and reaching her hand out to undo his belt. "I'm gonna take your silence as a good sign..."

"You're stunning," he breathed, just barely, and she gave him a smile through softly biting her bottom lip.

"You're too good to me..." Her hands pushed down his loosened slacks and waited until they fell to the floor. And then she hooked her fingers under the waistband of his underwear and leaned into his neck. "And I think your kindness deserves a reward..."

Her lips gently pressed to his neck before she dropped to her knees once again, and as she descended, her hands and his underwear did the same, leaving him completely bare and open for her to do whatever she wanted. No matter how badly he longed to throw her on the bed and get to showing her just how much she'd inhabited his every fiber of being, he didn't dare stop her as her tongue darted out and licked a featherlight line along the length of his hard cock.

He let out a sigh and twitched at her touch, a feat that must have pleased her, because she smiled and hummed happily as she repeated her action. Only, this time her tongue was more firm on him— not teasing anymore, but it brought him to damnation all the same.

And then she fully wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, slowly gliding herself down until he hit the back of her throat.

The sound he made was inhuman.

She wasted no time then, bobbing her head at a steady rhythm and moaning around him as she did so. It didn't take long for saliva to start gathering above her chin and dripping down onto the exposed area of her breasts, just above her bra. Occasionally she would hold him at the back of her throat and choke as she looked up at him with tears in her eyes, and the sight of his little angel happily crying with his dick in her mouth sent Spencer into a tailspin.

But as tempting as it was to paint the back of her throat white, he knew he'd prefer to take that action to a more interesting place. So he pulled away from her and breathed out, "Please, not yet..."

He looked down at her as she smiled, wetness coating her skin in the form of tears on cheeks and saliva on breasts. Her hands rested at the tops of her thighs, even as she stood up and blinked a final stream of tears down her left cheek. "Why, is there somewhere else you'd rather fill me up?"

"Please," was all he said, his breathing labored as he imagined what she would feel like.

Thankfully she seemed to take mercy on him— Y/N grabbed his hand and pulled him to the bed, where she laid him down at the headboard and straddled his thighs. "As much as I love spreading my legs for you, I think I'd much rather take a ride..."

"Anything you want," he told her, his eyes traveling up the length of her body as she got comfortable. She was, in fact, wearing crotch-less panties, and the feeling that coursed through him at the sight of her glistening pussy in decent lighting (AKA when he wasn't under her skirt in a storage closet) sent him straight to Hell all over again.

He sighed out as she played with herself, gliding her fingers delicately along the planes of her body, from her thighs to her clit, and eventually she gripped his dick to line it up, lifting her hips above him.

"Are you ready?" she asked gently, rolling her hips to slick him up with her arousal.

"Always ready for you, angel..."

The pet name sprung her into action. She sunk down slowly onto him, and he willed his eyes to stay open so he could watch as her mouth dropped open, eyes rolling back into her head as she moaned out deliciously. He let out a groan himself, the feeling of her tightly wrapping around him like velvet almost too much to handle.

"Ohhh, you fill me up so good," Y/N sighed, gently grinding her hips in slow circles as she finally had all of him inside her. "Just like I knew you would..."

Everything she was doing, between the gradual increase of the speed at which her hips rolled and the way she looked down at him with pure desire, had Spencer wondering what he'd ever done without her. What had he known before knowing the feeling of her nails gently digging into the skin of his stomach as she rode him, before knowing the sound of his name falling from her lips in a whisper? It couldn't have been anything good, because as far as he was concerned, she was as good as it would ever get.

But at some point it felt like he needed to take more. She was giving him her body, offering it to him like the most precious gift she had to offer, and yet he wanted to tear into it and leave nothing behind except her voice, calling out his name into the heavens above. He longed to give her something in return, something that would leave her just as ruined as she'd left him.

And, as always, she could tell.

Y/N laughed seductively as she leaned down, her hips still rocking into his. Her lips pressed a gentle kiss to his before she spoke. "Everything alright, baby?"

All he could do was let out a broken moan as she clenched around him on every upstroke.

"Aww... You want more? Huh, you wanna lay me down and give it to me good? Show your little angel what it feels like to be fucked so good she can't even speak?"

"Don't... tempt me," he was finally able to choke out, and she laughed.

"Aww, come on... Show me what you got..."

Spencer wasn't sure when he actually did it, but one second she was nipping at his bottom lip, challenging him to take control, and the next he was on top of her, her legs spread as wide as they could possibly get as he rocked his hips into her at a deep, bruising force.

She laughed amusedly through whimpers of pleasure, her hands spreading out at her sides like wings as he gave her everything he had. Looking down at her, head thrown back and hair fanned around her head like some sort of angelic crown, he soaked it all in and wondered if this was what Heaven was— the feeling of her succumbing to his lust, the sight of her lost in the throes of weeks of pent-up sexual tension that never entirely got released, the sound of her near-incoherently whining at how good he was...

If it wasn't Heaven, it was surely something pretty damn close.

He was almost there, tension stretching out inside the pit of his stomach, when Y/N grabbed one of his hands and brought it to her lower belly. He felt himself slamming into her at full force every time, the small bump against his hand bringing him further along the road of release.

"You feel that?" she whined, keeping his hand there. "You know what that means, don't you?"

It could have meant a lot of things, but his brain was too far gone, lost in in the fog of pleasure to even begin to think about what it was. But then she answered for him, and it was just about the hottest thing he'd ever heard come from her mouth.

"It means I'm all yours... to do whatever you want with... to fill me up with your cum as much as you want... maybe turn your little angel into a mommy..."

With a loud, guttural groan, Spencer held himself still, deep inside her, and gave her every last drop, his hand remained pressed firmly to her stomach. If he concentrated hard enough, he could almost feel his cum spilling out and filling her to the brim through the barrier. She pulsed and came around him at the same time, warmth spreading between the two of them like a drop of water would soak through fabric, until it completely enveloped them like a heavy blanket.

And then they'd given everything, their bodies clinging to each other for dear life as they settled into the gentle aftermath of such a heavy feeling of ardor. Their breaths slowed and their lips explored each other tenderly, hands doing the same until, finally, they felt themselves drifting off.

***

Spencer dreamt of Heaven that night, glimpses of a future he'd always longed for with other people, but that he would get to spend with her.

A wedding dress, white, but haloed by a gold fog as the woman wearing it glided along the aisle and made her way to him.

A house, small, but fenced in and just perfect enough for the two of them and the baby that was on the way.

A picnic table, damp, but drying out in the sun as it gradually became littered with plates of birthday cake and a little candle that was shaped into the number 3.

A woman, old, but beaming as she showed a photo album to her multitudes of grandchildren, telling them stories about the wonderful life she lived with her husband who always called her Angel.

And when he woke up, seeing that old woman as she was now, sleeping in his bed as the sun beamed through the curtains and basked her in a heavenly light, he knew what Heaven really was.

It was her.

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