#faye never disappoints
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TOUCH STARVED
PAIRING ➩ heeseung x reader
SUMMARY ➩ your bestfriend dyes his hair blonde and old feelings start to surface.
WC ➩ 6.7k
AUTHORS NOTE ➩ I recommended listening to I know by Faye Webster Short and simple but I’ve had writers block and just wanted to try to work through it with something easy and comfortable. Thank you for your patience and support NOT PROOFREAD
“Woah.”
“Woah? What kind of reaction is that?” The boy in you doorway had completed deflated after hearing your lifeless exclamation, shoulders dropping in a small sigh as his eyebrows turned downwards on his tired face to glare at you.
It wasn’t a strange sight to see Lee Heeseung standing in the hallway outside of your apartments doorway, even less strange that he was carrying two convenience store slushees, one in his hand and the other tucked neatly into the crease of his elbow. His free hand had just fallen to his side from pushing his hoodie off his head and revealing the only strange thing about this scene.
“When did you do that?” You were instinctively moving your arm up to reach out and touch his hair that he had freshly bleached blonde apparently, shocking you for just a second when he showcased it with an expectant look on his face.
You caught yourself before touching him but he didn’t seem to notice anyways, pushing past you with another sigh and dramatically flopping onto your couch with a grouchy expression.
“It looks nice Hee, just took me by surprise.” You were following behind him and sitting on the couch with a bit of distance between the two of you, watching him curiously and taking note of the ways his features changed underneath the new hair color.
Heeseung had been your best friend ever since you moved into the city a few years ago, frequently stopping at the comic book store he worked at to pick up gifts to send back home to your little brother and eventually, once he had quit for a better opportunity, he had rushed out of the store one day and asked if you wanted to exchange numbers so you didn’t lose touch.
It had become such a casual routine for you to see him, holding small conversations that over time turned into lengthy talks that accidentally held up the stores lines sometimes.
A handful of days contained you stopping by during your lunch break and eating with him behind the register. Heeseung made you laugh harder than anyone you’d ever met and you found that to be even more true once you started seeing him outside of his work.
Two years passed since he quit his job and you’d almost forgotten what it was like to not know him, easily blending into your life and becoming the first person on your call list at all times. Hence why it wasn’t exactly strange for him to be pouting on your couch, disappointed you hadn’t reacted more to the sudden change of his hair.
Heeseung was always the more impulsive one out of the two of you and he constantly seemed to be jumping from hobby to hobby, the perfectionist side of him never letting him stick to learning just one thing. His style and aesthetic had switched about a dozen times since you’d met him and he was never quite satisfied with the posters hanging in his apartment but the hair was definitely a big change, even for him.
“You think it looks nice?” He was looking at you from the side of his eye carefully, still fully attempting to keep up his upset facade but you didn’t miss the fact he was fishing for compliments.
You sighed and shifted on your knees so you were a touch closer to him on the couch, used to his dramatics by now but you figured you’d humor him slightly since he could be sensitive at times.
He didn’t say anything when you moved forward but he tensed a bit when your hand was coming up to touch the brightly dyed hair, your eyes widening in slight surprise considering it didn’t feel completely dead. You were running your hand through his thick hair and trying not to think about how unusual it was for you to be so touchy with him, never really being the type of friends who were overly affectionate with each other.
He hugged you on your birthdays and occasionally touched the small of your back when guiding you through a crowded party or event and you were extremely grateful for his lack of contact considering you definitely weren’t oblivious to how attractive your best friend was.
You’d even eventually came to terms with the fact you positively had a crush on him when you’d first met, something you denied to your friends and family back home whenever they picked up on the smile in your voice at the mention of your new friend and inquired for details.
Being friends with Heeseung was more important to you and it was easy to forget how much you had originally liked him if it meant keeping him in your life, even easier considering he never seemed to toe that line that you nearly crossed occasionally the first year or two.
The line you were carefully skating towards right now with your hand in his hair, close enough on the couch to where your knee touched his thigh for just a second before you were scooting your lower half away a bit to avoid the contact. You didn’t take your hand away however but it moved down to his eyebrows instead, smoothing them down with your thumb and remembering he had asked a question when it quirked up as he waited for a response.
“It makes you look more serious.” You mumbled and he still had an expectant look on his face, like he wasn’t quite satisfied with your answer. “Your eyes look more intense now with your dark eyebrows. It’s sort of sexy.”
He snorted a laugh at that and shook his head in denial, realizing you were teasing him and giving him the answers you figured he was looking for.
“Okay but I am serious about it looking nice.” You were smiling as you spoke and he was watching you closely considering you were still gently rubbing his eyebrow with your thumb, retracting your hand after a few seconds and clearing your throat before changing the topic.
The rest of the hangout went as usual, the two of you sitting on your comfortable couch and watching romance movies that were almost comedies when they got too cringy.
You didn’t notice anything different and Heeseung definitely didn’t offer up anymore surprises as big as his bleached hair but something subtly shifted after he left. It took you a few more times seeing him before you noticed he was acting different, lingering around you closer than normal and reaching out to touch the back of your arm whenever he needed to get your attention.
It was so small you barely registered he was doing it until he was back at your apartment the next weekend, coming in with his spare key like normal but instead of going over to your couch and playing on his phone, he was approaching you in the kitchen and watching you for a few seconds silently.
You raised an eyebrow in his direction when you noticed him staring, rolling up your sleeves midway on your arms before going back to cutting up the fruits you’d pulled out for a snack. “What’s up?”
He shrugged at your question and didn’t immediately answer, leaving a weird feeling of confusion in your chest when he was coming closer and touching his arm against yours from how close he was standing. It was much more difficult to ignore than his small casual touching he’d been increasing recently, a lot more intimate than tapping your knee or moving your hair out of your face.
You hurried up to finish cutting before he could do anything weirder and he still wasn’t speaking even when you were shoving the cut up fruits into a bowl and abandoning him near the counter, hurrying onto the couch and glancing back just in time to see him following behind you into the living room.
It was silent for a few more minutes as you started to flip through the explore page of Netflix and you were just starting to relax after his weird demeanor before he was fixing his position on the couch.
You tensed up when he flipped around so he was spread across the expanse of it, moving his body so his head was resting on your thigh and his arm was dangling off the sofa, fingers grazing the carpet gently as he turned to look up at you. “Can you touch my hair again?”
“What?” It slipped from your mouth faster than you even processed his question and he tensed a bit at the harshness of your tone, almost sounding disgusted underneath all of your shock. You felt a wave of guilt for accidentally being rude, taken completely off guard by his request and the fact he was casually laying on you like it was something the two of you did all the time. You relaxed your shoulders to try and show him you weren’t upset and just confused.
“It felt kind of nice when you touched it the other day… I don’t know you don’t have to never mind, forget it.” He was avoiding looking at you now but not taking his head off your lap, most likely too embarrassed to sit back up and rearrange himself again after just doing it a few seconds ago.
His cheek was pressed on your thigh as he stared at the TV despite the fact you weren’t scrolling down the options anymore and there was nothing for him to be looking at. You watched the side of his face for a few moments, following down his sharp jaw and the way the nearly white hairs fell almost over his eyes.
You were sucking in a breath and touching his hair before you could think about it any longer, feeling the way he tensed underneath your sudden touch before immediately relaxing and practically melting into your lap. You started to pick a movie again despite being completely distracted by how much the two of you were touching and if he noticed you were mindlessly clicking things, he didn’t say anything about it.
“Wait… he asked you to pet him?” Sunoo was jaw dropped from where he sat on your bed, watching you rummage through your closet as you ranted to him about the weird moments with Heeseung.
You sighed and shot him a glare because of his weird wording, not responding for a few seconds and squeezing your eyes shut tight when he was letting out a small gasp of shock and scooting forward on his knees.
Three days had passed since you’d last saw your best friend and you had done everything in your power to ignore your growing confusion about the situation, including not telling anybody about it or worsening the situation by getting a second opinion. That only lasted until you opened your front door to see Sunoo’s smiling face, immediately bursting out into confession and asking him for help.
“Okay not to freak you out but this is totally weird.” He was shaking his head now and watching you intensely, opening your eyes to see his equally perplexed expression. “I don’t know if I’ve ever even seen you guys high five before and how he’s practically a dog on your lap?”
“Can you cut that out?” You aggressively threw a shirt in his direction with furrowed eyebrows after his second rude joke slipped from his mouth. He caught the piece of clothing and raised his hands in surrender but you could tell he wasn’t sorry judging by the mischievous look on his face.
You didn’t say anything after that and you felt a deep disappointment in your chest considering Sunoo had left you feeling even more confused about the situation, confirming the fact that it was definitely strange and out of the ordinary.
It didn’t help that the two of you weren’t just looking through your clothes for fun but you were picking out outfits for a small party at a mutual friends house, a party that Heeseung would definitely be attending and looking for you at considering he’d been texting you all afternoon to check in and make sure you were still planning on being there.
Sunoo did his best to lighten the mood but dolling you up and being overly nice the entire way out of your apartment, taking selfies with you in the back of the Uber and purposely avoiding mentioning anything about your best friend.
He was following close behind you once you actually entered the party, feeling slightly anxious considering it was a bigger turn out than what you had been promised over text by the two boys throwing it. You let out a small sigh and scanned through the crowd, habitually looking for Heeseung even though you were still overthinking everything.
It didn’t take you long to find him considering he was one of the taller people there, laughing near the kitchen with some of your friends but you watched as he continuously spared looks towards the doorway like he was waiting for something. A weird warmth washed over you knowing that it was you he was looking for like always, missing you when you’d entered just a few minutes ago.
You tried to ignore the fact that it was completely normal for the two of you to instinctively find each other so there was no reason for the butterflies in your stomach at his attentiveness. Nothing had changed despite the addition of the small touches and you weren’t going to unbury any old feelings for him just because he was acting a bit clingier than usual.
Still, you made your way over to him swiftly, at some point losing Sunoo in the crowd. You weren’t too concerned considering he was the more social out of the two of you, grateful he had at least stuck with you long enough for you to find Heeseung.
You were approaching him and the other boys and they noticed you before he did, smiles on their faces as they started to greet you casually. This caught Heeseung’s attention and he was spinning around quickly to see you, eyes widened in relief and yours opened similarly in surprise when he hands were falling down onto your waist and squeezing softly.
“There you are, I was getting worried.” His words were casual and he didn’t seem to realize the fact you were completely frozen under his touch.
Sunoo had chosen an outfit that left your waist completely bare and although you were growing use to his simple and fleeting touches, you definitely weren’t prepared to feel his warm hands completely covering the expanse of your bare skin. He either didn’t think it was a big deal or he was doing a very good job at pretending, pulling you closer to him so you were standing in front and he was still holding onto you.
You could feel his chest rumbling against your back as he continued to talk with your friends, thumbs absentmindedly stroking your bare sides and squeezing occasionally whenever you slightly shifted.
You were starting to feel slightly crazy and dramatic, like you were the only one making a big deal out of nothing and overthinking stuff that had no meaning behind it. It wasn’t until you were meeting eyes with one of your friends Jake that you considered the opposite, seeing the way he was looking at curiously before his eyes were dropping down to the big hands holding onto you borderline possessively.
He met your gaze again before quirking up an eyebrow in question, eyes creasing into a small chuckle when you were shrugging and giving him a bewildered look to showcase you also thought it was strange.
Heeseung must have noticed the silent exchange because he was faltering in his words for a second before tugging you back tighter against his chest, clearing his throat over the surprised sound you let out at the sudden jerking movement.
You froze for a few seconds before you were taking a step or two out of his embrace. “I need to go to the bathroom really quick.”
“Do you want me to come with you?” He was rushing it out before he even seemed to realize he was saying it and the rest of the group paused awkwardly at the random offer, completely out of character for him.
You froze with them before quickly gathering yourself and shaking your head in denial, starting to stutter out a reason before giving up and turning around so you could rush away from the awkward situation.
Thankfully the bathroom down the hallway wasn’t occupied and you quickly entered it and locked the door, placing your hands on the cold countertop and taking deep breaths to try and calm your nerves down. You’d already been overthinking the situation and having it confirmed that it wasn’t just you noticing things were changing was positively freaking you out, wondering if he had somehow found out about your feelings for him.
You were glancing up at yourself in the mirror and sighing at the stressed out look on your face, splashing some cold water on your cheeks to bring you back to your senses before you were fixing your hair and opening the door.
You were stopped in your tracks considering somebody was standing directly outside of it, peering down at you with a slightly surprised expression because of the speed in which you swung the door open. He was taking a step back with a small smirk when he steadied himself, letting you pass but not making any moves to head into the bathroom himself.
“Is there a reason you followed me over here Jake or were you just creepily standing outside the door.” Your tone was exhausted when you turned back to look at him and he didn’t seem at all shocked that you spoke to him rather than walking away.
“Just wondering what’s going on with you and Heeseung.” He was shrugging casually but he had a mischievous look in his eyes that you didn’t really trust.
Being friends with Jake was fun and casual, he showed up to events and made them louder and looser but he’d also been there for you countless times when you needed help and weren’t sure who to call, not wanting to constantly bother Heeseung with your problems. Jake was particularly useful when your problems were about Heeseung, letting you drunkenly rant a handful of times about your past feelings for him.
But that didn’t make it any less annoying that he was clearly trying to meddle with the situation, whatever it was. You sighed and took a few steps in his direction, pointing a finger onto his chest and giving him your best attempt at a glare.
“Don’t say anything to him about it, whatever it is will pass and we will all forget about it.” You were trying to sound stern and intimidating but he was still looking down at you with slight amusement, eyes dropping down to your finger on his chest for a second before meeting your eyes again.
“If I told you that I knew, would you want to know?” He was saying suddenly with a raised eyebrow and you froze in place.
“Are you implying that you know why Heeseung is acting so weird towards me?” Your eyes turned down into a glare but he didn’t seem at all intimidated by the threatening tone you’d taken on, smiling down at you and shrugging again like he wasn’t holding crucial information to the most important friendship in your life.
“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t.” He was clearly teasing you and your frustration grew, making a small angry noise and pushing your palm against his chest instead of just the tip of your finger. “Okay okay fine. All I can say is maybe think about something you did that might have made him realize he-“
Your eyes were widening as you listened to him intensely, nodding to try and encourage him to continue once he slowly trailed off in his sentence. You weren’t sure why he stopped talking until you heard a throat clearing from the end of the hallway, turning your head swiftly to see Heeseung standing there and looking at the two of you.
He had a strange expression on his face, one you weren’t quite used to seeing and it took you a few seconds to realize it was anger. He rarely ever was angry, especially around you and you were completely thrown off by the dark way he was looking at you.
Jake seemed to understand the reason for it faster than you and he shifted back awkwardly, getting impossibly closer to the wall. He couldn’t really move away from you much but the slight movement was enough for you to realize what a compromise position the two of you looked like you were in. Your hand was still on his chest from your anger earlier and you were unusually close to him, staring up at him encouragingly.
Your mouth was parting to try and explain that it wasn’t what it looked like but there was no point considering Heeseung was shaking his head and turning to leave, the flashing lights of the party in the living room behind him illuminated his face just enough for you to see the upset clenching of his jaw.
You didn’t bother saying goodbye to Jake, following after your friend quickly even when he was pushing through the crowd and heading back outside.
By the time you managed to get out there he was stuffing his phone into his pocket and standing on the sidewalk near the road, shiny now from the rain that had fallen during the party. He was crossing his arms and you frowned slightly at how cold and annoyed he looked before you were taking a small breath and approaching him.
“Did you get a ride?” You asked him softly and he didn’t seem at all startled by the sound of your voice, barely sparing you a glance out of the side of his eye before giving a curt nod.
You mirrored the movement of his head in understanding awkwardly but you had a small pit in your stomach considering he wasn’t even looking at you, obviously upset about something you didn’t quite understand. It was rare you and Heeseung fought and even more rare that he was genuinely mad at you and not just bickering about something stupid.
He was keeping up his stony demeanor even when you sniffled slightly from the cold and rubbed your hands on your bare arms to try and warm them up a bit.
Eventually you were wobbling sideways while trying to adjust your standing position and you leaned onto him slightly for support, your skin brushing his for a few seconds before you were quickly standing upright and mumbling an apology into the tensed silence. He didn’t say anything still but you spared him another glance and tensed up seeing he was staring at you now, a weird expression on his face.
You were thinking about asking him if he was feeling okay until he was reaching over and touching your arm softly, ignoring the small surprised noise you made and tugging you over so you were stood in front of him again, the same position he had put you in back in the kitchen.
“What are you…” You trailed off when he was caging his arms around you and rubbing softly on your bare skin like you had been a few moments ago, warming you up immediately but also pressing you entirely against him.
Your next few breaths came out shaky and if he noticed he didn’t say anything, standing there like that with you held against him until the car was pulling up. He held the door open for you and scooted inside next to you until his thigh was pressed against yours, taking up the middle seat despite having plenty of room to sit on his own.
A guilty feeling was eating at you again for being so hyper aware of everything he was doing lately. Maybe he had always been this touchy and you just didn’t notice it because you were so preoccupied with denying your feelings for him and keeping your friendship as a priority.
You were watching the side of his face and thinking about this when you started to change your mind. He wasn’t exactly acting normal either despite being the one to start casually touching you.
Heeseung was avoiding looking at you most the time, almost like he knew you’d be giving him that confused stare you’d carried consistently the last few days. It didn’t help that your friend group had also seemed completely thrown off by the way he was acting and that wasn’t nearly as intimate as the way he treated you when you were alone together. He cleared his throat and snapped you out of your daze, diverting your eyes off of him and opting to stare out the front window instead.
You hoped your face didn’t flush too noticeably when he started to stare at you instead, feeling his gaze just as prominent as his leg pressed against yours.
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It wasn’t unusual for Heeseung to follow you out of the Uber, it wasn’t out of place for him to be standing behind you silently while you nervously dug your keys out of your bag and unlocked your front door.
All these typical things were only unnerving you because of the new added factor, the heavy tension sitting between the two of you now. You glanced behind you right before you turned the doorknob and met eyes with him for a few seconds, knowing he felt it too for sure now and having no more doubts about if he was purposefully acting different.
You pushed the door open and kicked off your shoes, the two of you going about your usual routine of changing into more comfortable clothes, him having his own section in your closest and drawer in your dresser. It was the same as always except for the thick silence, replacing the usual laughter and banter that filled the rooms.
You took a deep breath before leaving your room in shorts and one of Heeseung’s shirts now, pausing in the doorway when he left the bathroom across the hall at the exact same time.
“So-“
“Are you-“
The two of you froze up when you started to speak together. You gave him a small awkward smile before gesturing your hand in his direction to indicate you wanted him to go first, hugging your arms across your stomach when he nodded to try and calm down your nerves.
“Are you and Jake a thing now?” He was asking in a flat tone but you could tell he was still upset from the party, avoiding looking at you directly and clenching his jaw again.
“You’re seriously asking me that right now?” A disbelieving laugh slipped from your mouth at the end of the sentence and this seemed to frustrate him even more, looking at you finally with heat behind his eyes. You shook your head and touched your mouth softly in shock, realizing he genuinely thought that’s what he had seen.
You turned around to go back into your bedroom, assuming he’d follow even though you were clearly thrown off by what he was saying.
He did exactly that and he stood near your desk when you sat down on the bed carefully, watching you and waiting for you to offer an explanation. You didn’t like how intimidating he looked, something you’d never thought about him before, and you slightly felt like you were being interrogated even though he was the one being weird.
“Of course I’m not dating Jake.” You really stressed the words to make him understand but he gave you a disbelieving look, causing a scoff to be pulled from your lips. “I was only in the hallway with him because he was wondering why you were acting so weird.”
It slipped out before you even realized you were saying it and he tensed up at the same time you paused. His eyebrow quirked up in question and you stared at him in embarrassment, knowing you’d have no choice to explain what you had been noticing.
“How am I acting weird?” He proved you right by asking you that but his tone was stiff and it sounded like he already knew the answer without you even needing to say it.
“I don’t know you’re just…. you’re just being different.” You were playing with your hands anxiously and trying to avoid looking at him.
It didn’t help that he was still standing over you and seemed completely thrown off and distant now that you’d brought attention to his behavior. He must have figured you didn’t notice and he was getting away with it, letting out a deep sigh and shaking his head softly.
You stared at him now despite feeling overly awkward, watching the way his movement caused his bright bleached hair to fall into his face and cover his eyes again. Your mouth pulled into a frown softly and you were standing up before he had time to process it, reaching over and pushing his hair back with your hand.
He didn’t say anything as you touched him gently, revealing his forehead again and making sure he didn’t poke himself in the eyes with the ends of his hair.
It was making the situation ten times more confusing for the both of you but you’d already crossed those invisible boundaries multiple times already and you were sick of how high the frustrated tension was, figuring you might as well take this opportunity to be close to him in ways you hadn’t gotten a chance to before.
“I don’t want to fight with you.” He was whispering and your eyes fell from his hair down to hold his gaze, seeing how his hardened expression had practically melted into one of guilt and regret. “It makes me feel terrible, I hate it so much.”
“Then let’s not fight.” You mumbled back to him, keeping your volume low in the delicate air. Your hand was still touching his hair and you softly put some of the longer pieces behind his ear, letting it drop afterwards to land on his shoulder for a few seconds. You gave it a gentle reassuring squeeze before you were stepping away from him again in preparation to sit back on the bed.
His body automatically followed yours like you had a magnet connected to you, taking a step forward to match the one you took back. He didn’t even seem to realize he was doing it, just naturally trying to keep close to you.
You watched him for a few beats to see if he was going to back away and apologize, realize that he was acting strange considering you’d just had a conversation about it. Strangely, he seemed completely clueless to why you had paused and cocked his head to the side like he was asking for an explanation. You waited for a bit more, deciding between two ways you could handle this and eventually landing on the one that caused you to take a deep breath before speaking.
“Did you want to lay with me?” Your voice was coming out fast and strong but your stomach was almost hurting with how nervous you felt, not sure at all where the line had moved to and how far was too far.
His eyes widened at your question and for a moment he seemed to realize how close you were standing for no reason, weird enough that you were even standing in your room in the first place instead of casually lounging around your apartment.
“Like.. in your bed?” He was finally responding after what felt like ten years and you nodded before you changed your mind, shrugging bashfully after like it wasn’t a big deal to you despite the fact you felt almost dizzy at the idea of laying with him.
You took a step to the side so you could move without bumping into him and he watched as you climbed onto your bed awkwardly, scooting to the far left so the side closest to him was available and tucking yourself underneath your big blanket. He was just watching you in bewilderment and you felt a bit stupid suddenly, having just assumed he’d want to lay with you because how touchy he’d been.
“You don’t have to never mind, it’s stupid anyways.” You laughed softly at the end of your mumbled sentence but it didn’t come across as genuine at all, scooting awkwardly on your side more so you didn’t have to face him directly.
Before you were able to look away from him he was quickly snapping out of it at the sound of your retraction, shaking his head quickly and landing on the bed with his knees before you could shut him out further. You tensed as he climbed into the bed next to you and pulled the blanket up so he could get underneath, avoiding looking at your bare legs for the few seconds they were visible before he was lowering it.
The two of you laid side by side for a few minutes in silence and you were quickly regretting asking him to join you considering how awkward it was.
You could hear him breathing, heavily at first almost like he was winded and then calmer the longer you stayed like that. You’d rolled back over fully onto your back eventually and your shoulder bumped into his, settling down into a position that made it so your arms were touching.
It was hard not to wonder what he was thinking about, if he was thinking about anything. Your mind was overflowing with too much confusion but it was completely possible that he was just laying next to you because you had asked and he wasn’t putting as much meaning behind it as you did so instinctively.
Then you felt something pressing against your wrist, flinching away for a second thinking it was a bug or something before your brain registered the warmth of Heeseung’s fingers pressing against your skin softly. You lowered your arm back onto the bed and thankfully he didn’t seem to be deterred by your sudden movement, sliding his hand down your wrist until he could lace his fingers with yours.
A wave of relief washed over you suddenly, silent confirmation that this wasn’t just two friends laying in bed together.
You felt like your breath had caught in your throat and you absentmindedly squeezed his hand, a sigh of relief being heard from beside you. His thumb was rubbing over the back of your palm and you were fighting the urge to look over at him and see what his expression was like.
“You can say no but..” His voice was coming out low and your head snapped in his direction at the sound of it. He wasn’t looking at you, staring straight up at the ceiling with an almost pained expression. “Would it be weird if.. could I hold you maybe?”
His words lingered in the air and your mouth parted in shock, something he must’ve sensed considering his hand tensed in yours and immediate regret passed over his face.
You didn’t want him to pull away from you just yet so you were acting quickly before you’d fully processed what he was asking and how strange it was. You rolled back onto your side, facing completely away from him and for a second you wondered if his heart dropped thinning you were upset with him for asking you.
Then you were scooting backwards in his direction and glancing over your shoulder waiting for him to take the hint, meeting his gaze finally and watching as understanding passed through his eyes. You quickly looked away, face flushing almost uncomfortably hot and it only worsened when his arm was hesitantly draping over your waist.
He was slow at first, like he was testing to see if you’d push him off or change your mind but when he seemingly decided it was safe he got bolder.
A small surprised noise slipped out of you when he was tugging you back tighter against him, his front completely against you and you felt him tucking his head into the crook of your neck. He breathed in a low sigh of relief and tightened his arm that was around you, instinctively squeezing like he’d finally gotten a breath of fresh air.
You were thinking back to what Jake had said now for the first time since it had happen just a few hours ago, the boy hinting that you had done something that awoken a new side of your best friend.
You wrestled with the idea that Heeseung was potentially touched starved before you ran your fingers through his newly bleached hair so softly, recalling the way his eyes had widened as he absentmindedly leaned into your touched like he was mesmerized by it. It made more sense to you with every passing second now considering the way he was holding onto you so tightly, like he was afraid you’d slip away from him.
“Is it too weird?” He was muttering from behind you and you shivered at the feeling of his breath on your neck.
You were shaking your head and trying to clear your throat to respond to him but you found yourself unable to form any words, overly aware of how close you were and the fact his hand was fanned out against your side.
To make matters worse he started to move again, clearly not content with just holding you against him. His hand was shifting against you and pulling at the large tshirt you were wearing, pausing for a second when he realized it was his but not saying anything about it. At first you were confused with what he was attempting to do but he pulled it up so it was resting near your ribs, leaving your stomach exposed.
You could tell he was propping himself up slightly behind you considering his face wasn’t tucked into your neck anymore and you felt overwhelmingly shy knowing he was looking at your bare skin, his large hand tracing down the dip of your waist and watching the way goosebumps rose to the surface.
Heeseung had seen you in lots of states of undress, walking in on you changing a dozen times and seeing you in bathing suits more than you could count but it felt miles more intimate in your current situation.
You glanced behind your shoulder again at him to find him already looking at you, a look in his eyes that was too loaded for you to want to unpack it right now.
Thankfully he laid back down and shifted his position, tapping you so you could lift your body off the bed a bit and he could slide his arm underneath you. This made it so he was completely hugging you around the middle and because he had tugged your shirt up his hands were left resting on your bare stomach.
Despite the heavy touching and the way he was watching you a few seconds ago, it didn’t feel sexual at all. If anything you almost felt like you could cry from how innocent and intimate the whole situation was. You realized you’d been just as desperate to touch him despite instinctively running from him in fear of what it meant.
Or more realistically, what it didn’t mean for him.
Regardless if he felt the same way as you did, if his heart was beating out of his chest with love and longing that had been buried down deep since you’d first heard him laugh, it definitely meant something important to the both of you.
He was tucking his face back into your neck, moving your hair to the side so he could hook his chin over your shoulder and you could feel his heart beat against your back, anything but still. You placed your hands shakily over his that remained still and warm on your stomach, stroking his knuckles softly and letting yourself stop thinking just for a moment.
#enhypen#enhypen drabbles#enhypen fanfiction#heeseung#heeseung drabbles#heeseung x reader#enhypen fluff#heeseung enhypen#enhypen au#enhypen fanfic#enhypen fic#enha fluff#heeseung fluff#heeseung imagine#heeseung au#heeseung fanfic#heeseung fic
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it always leads to you, masterlist ; sae itoshi
sae itoshi has long since prepared himself for a lifetime of disappointment and crushed dreams ever since he stepped foot in spain and realized the world was bigger than just his hometown in japan. what he doesn't prepare for is being 27 and on the most uncomfortable plane ride to move back home. now, he has to adjust to living with his career-ending injury, licking his wounds, and having to face everything and everyone he's spent so hard trying to run away from.
including you, the girl whose heart he broke, and the mother of his child that he's never met.
pairing sae itoshi x f!reader
content contains/will contain timeskip/ex-pro athlete!sae x f!reader, strangers with a history, second chance (more like hundredth chance) romance, high school sweethearts to exes to toxic long distance situationship to awkward co-parents to lovers (relationship status: it's complicated), pregnancy, child plays a role in the fic, nsfw content/porn with plot, character study into sae, more to be added
word count tbd... (estimated to be ~50k at completion, subject to change)
prologue / one / two / three / four
track list !
renegade, big red machine ft. taylor swift / cardigan, taylor swift / betty, taylor swift / exile, taylor swift / two people, gracie abrams / the last time, taylor swift / tis the damn season, taylor swift / this is me trying, taylor swift / best, gracie abrams / right where you left me, taylor swift / you're losing me, taylor swift / i know you, faye webster / nobody gets me, sza / night shift, lucy dacus / always, daniel caesar / the alcott, the nation ft. taylor swift / keep that to yourself, tristan / things i wish you said, sabrina carpenter
#sae itoshi x you#sae itoshi x reader#itoshi sae x reader#blue lock headcanons#blue lock x reader#blue lock smut#sae itoshi smut#angst#fluff#bllk x reader#this fic is sooooo taylor coded#series: it always leads to you
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The Morning After
pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader
word count: 1.3k
warnings: mature, mentions of sex, foreplay, basically two horny newlyweds
a/n: here’s my first lil Benny snippet! There is a bigger, filthier one on the way but I saw this post by @lul and just had to write this- hope you enjoy! do get in touch to be added to my taglist🖤
tagging: @faye-tale
masterlist | fandoms | rules for requesting
The morning of your first full day as Mrs. Benedict Bridgerton, you awoke to the sun streaming through the window of your bedchambers and the sound of charcoal scratching against paper. Eyes still closed, you stretched your arms out, moaning softly at the sensation of your muscles waking up.
As your eyelashes fluttered open, you found your husband sitting in the corner of the room watching you, the grin on his face unbelievably bright and handsome as he noticed you’d finally awoken.
“Good morning, husband…” you said, sitting up slightly and holding the silky blanket up to your chest with a slight blush. You were still naked from last night, when you and Benedict made love for the very first time, and while you’d certainly crossed the boundary of being nude with each other, you weren’t quite so bold as to just sit there with your breasts out (much to Benedict’s vehement disappointment).
“Good morning, wife.” He responded, his morning voice huskier than you’d ever heard it. It caused your heart to race and a tension to make itself known right in the place Benedict showed you felt oh so good last night.
Your mind wandered to those moments, entangled with your husband so wickedly yet so lovingly at the same time. He’d been so gentle, made you feel things you didn’t know you were even capable of feeling. Thinking about all of it while watching a shirtless Benedict wipe the charcoal off his hands with a cloth caused your core to twitch in a way you’d never felt before.
You knew you wanted him.
“How did you sleep?” You asked, your eyes wandering the floor to find wherever Benedict discarded his shirt in your shared passionate frenzy. Luckily, it was right beside your side of the bed, so you could grab it and wrap it around your body as Benedict told you he slept fantastically with you beside him.
“And you, my love?” He responded, never once taking his eyes off you, his gaze intense and… hot? Yes, you felt very hot under his stare.
Bare feet touched the cold wood of the floor as you slipped out of bed. Benedict’s shirt was huge on you, falling to just underneath your dainty cheeks.
You walked towards his chair, trying to think of something as seductive and sexy as Benedict so effortlessly looked right now, but you weren’t so experienced as that and chickened out, telling him you slept wonderfully.
Your blush felt furious as you got closer to Benedict, fearlessly sitting yourself in his lap and draping your bare legs over the side of his chair. You weren’t wearing anything other than his shirt and could feel a moisture pooling between your legs that you tried not to get onto Ben’s breeches, not yet knowing how insane that would make him.
Your arms wrapped around his neck as Benedict’s hand landed on your back, fingers running up and down your spine.
“So, darling… what shall we do on our first day as man and wife? Promenade? I could take you out for a boat ride or we could have a picnic out in the garden or…” Benedict trailed off as he scanned your features. You tried so hard (in vain) to suppress the cheeky grin that was dominating your lips, but Benedict had noticed and tilted his head.
“And what has you so amused this fine morning, my dear wife?”
You bit down on your bottom lip, fluttering your eyelashes coyly as you tried your absolutely hardest to form the words. You had only been introduced to this world of pleasure and freedom for a few hours, most of which you were asleep for, you were hardly ready to beg for it.
“Nothing, I was merely thinking about how lucky I am to finally be your wife.” Not a complete lie, as you had been thinking that non-stop since the priest had pronounced it so, it just wasn’t at the forefront of your mind right now.
“As lovely as that is, I believe I am the lucky one. Just look at you, so beautiful… my beautiful wife…” Benedict never once looked away from you, the free hand not holding your back reaching up to cup your cheek. His thumb ran across your bottom lip, still wet from when you bit it
The two of you were so close you could smell him, feel his heart beating against you with the same ferocity you felt against your own chest. His thumb was on your lip, but you felt it everywhere, as if there was a rope tightening between your core and his touch. Your lips parted, your breath hot. You were practically panting, wanting so badly to find the courage to ask him to take you to the bed and fuck you until all you could do was scream his name.
Benedict had caught onto your desires. How could he not, with you almost drooling down his hand? You’d be surprised if he didn’t feel the wetness running down your leg onto the fabric of your trousers, despite your best efforts. He leaned closer to you, his thumb now the only thing between your lips and his.
“Tell me what you want, wife…” he whispered, seductive and demanding and quite possibly the sexiest thing you’d ever heard in your life. You ached for him to touch you, to grind against his hand chasing that crescendo you found three times last night.
You couldn’t seem to breathe, nevermind speak, nevermind beg, your tongue peeking out from behind your teeth to make contact with Benedict. He tasted metallic, probably the charcoal residue from the sketch but you didn’t care. Before you even knew what you were doing, you had slipped Benedict’s thumb into your mouth.
You saw his breath catch in his throat, clearly not expecting such an act of you. His lips parted and his eyes darkened, even more so than before as you started with a gentle suction. You weren’t even trying to be seductive, you honestly just needed to feel the pressure of him against your lips, even if just his thumb.
Against your hip, you felt Benedict harden, which he told you meant he wanted you- no, needed you, he had said. Knowing this sent you wild, suckling harder as he slipped a second finger into your mouth. Your hip bucked before you could stop yourself as you felt a jolt of need and borderline electricity travel down to your clit.
Benedict looked down briefly and you noticed the slick patch of wet on his breeches where you were sitting. Your blush turned crimson, but the delight in your husband's eyes at the sight of you reassured you that this was exactly what he wanted.
“My beautiful wife…” he repeated, his free hand snaking down your back and holding your hip, readjusting your stance so that you were riding his thigh, “my beautiful, wanton wife…”
Fingers gripped into your thigh and you felt the friction of Benedict’s breeches against you as he guided your hips up and down. You moaned, muffled by two fingers which then became three.
“Perhaps no promenade, then…” He removed his thumb from your mouth with a ‘pop’, while the two remaining fingers hooked around your bottom lip, opening your jaw enough that Benedict could replace his fingers with his tongue.
He scooped you up into his arms, taking only three long strides to get to the bed and lay you down, his whole length covering the whole of you as he started what would become the entire day's activities.
And the two of you didn’t promenade for three whole weeks.
#benedict bridgerton x reader#benedict bridgerton#benedict bridgerton smut#benedict bridgerton imagine#benedict bridgerton x you#bridgerton#bridgerton smut#bridgerton imagine#margofiore
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Birthday (Larissa Weems x Reader)
Notes: This is a random piece about Larissa and reader both being students at nevermore. Reader is popular, Larissa not so. (I know I’m so sorry it’s a bit sad.) I saw a prompt ages ago that inspired this so creds to them idk who.
Let me know if you want a part two! And pls don’t let this flop haha :0
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To say I was popular.. well yes, you'd be right. I'd worked hard for it, looking perfect, getting high grades. Of course my natural personality was a winner amongst my peers at Nevermore academy. It made me feel good, more than just for my ego. I liked to know that people liked me for me. I wasn't fake, I said things as they were, and luckily it wasn't rejected.
"Hello, earth to (Y/N)!" I jolted out of my personal monologue by my best friend, Cleo. When we'd met for the first time, we clicked instantly. She knew me better than anyone else, and I loved it. And I knew her the same way.
"Sorry, just daydreaming." I chuckled quietly and glanced around at the surroundings. We were sat on the freshly cut green grass in the courtyard. It was a warm day with a refreshing breeze. Perfect for lounging around. Just beyond me and Cleo were the rest of my friend group, who were all talking, laughing. I enjoyed the company.
Then something caught my eye, actually someone.
She had silvery blonde hair, and was much taller than any girl in the school, and not just because we were the oldest in the school (we were all in our last year). The school uniform brought out her deep crystal eyes, in a way that made me smile automatically. Larissa Weems was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. Cleo nudged me, a grin on her face.
"I don't know why you don't just ask her out. What's the worst that can happen?"
I rolled my eyes, a sigh escaping my lips. My eyes were still on Larissa, watching as she walked along the open corridor on the side of the grass. Her eyes were on the ground, probably watching where she was going because due to her height, she often bumped into the shorter students, forgetting her stride was bigger than others.
"She most likely will be straight. Then turn me down, laugh in my face, and leave me all alone forever." Groaning, I leaned back, laying down properly on the grass.
"You should invite her to your birthday party." Cleo suggested, taking a sip of her water bottle, which she'd slid in a few ice cubes to keep her cool in the summer heat.
"She doesn't go to parties." Well, that's just what I'd gathered from all the parties I'd been to, she'd never been there, much to my disappointment. Having drinks in our systems may have given me more courage to talk to her.
Before Cleo could reply, one of my friends approached us, causing my eyes to leave Larissa just as she disappeared through a door.
"Hi, Mary." A welcoming smile on my face, as usual. She smiled back, sitting closer, in front of Cleo.
"I was wondering if you could help me with the Math homework? It's totally okay if not." People often asked me for such favours, as it was no secret that I got top grades, and I was always happy to help.
"Yes, of course!"
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"Alright everyone, today we're moving to the greenhouse for the lesson." Mrs Faye called out to everyone before they could sit down. A faint groan was heard, because we all knew how hot it would be in there. But we didn't protest, mainly because we all loved Mrs Faye, and she always made our lessons fun.
There were desks already set up in front of tables with a plant pot on all of them. All of the students grouped together in twos, though I hung back, deciding which table I would go to with Cleo. But she nudged me, secretly gesturing to Larissa who hadn't partnered up yet. My eyes widened, knowing what she was suggesting.
"No!" I whispered, but Cleo had walked off with someone else, sending a wink my way. Internally I groaned, knowing I'd have to woman-up. So I approached Larissa, a faint smile on my lips, almost grinning as her eyes met with mine. I was lost for a moment, looking up at the girl I had the biggest crush on. And she had no idea, because I was secretly an awkward lesbian.
"Hey, wanna partner up?" I asked, cursing to myself because my tone didn't sound confident enough. She nodded, her expression softening. I felt a pang of sadness for her, because she was always the last one to be picked. It shouldn't be that way.
We walked to the last available bench and sat down, facing the front.
Mrs Faye talked us through the project, and soon we were left to our own devices, having to dissect a flower to see the roots and whatnot. At the same time, we grabbed the scalpel to start. A blush appeared on my cheeks, whereas Larissa just smiled that beautiful smile.
"Sorry." Mumbling, letting her take it and begin the work. My eyes watched her movements, wondering what her larger hands would feel like linked with mine. I was short, well not short in the grand scheme of things, but just smaller than the average nineteen year old. Did that make me and Larissa Weems less compatible? I hoped not.
The lesson went by in a blur, mostly me letting Larissa do all the work, something that was unlike me, but I was just very busy. By busy, I meant building up the courage to ask Larissa to my birthday party. It couldn't be that hard, just a few simple words. But the feeling of rejection was something I never wanted to feel. I'd always had an easy time when it came to dating. All boys though, much to my distaste, but that was the consequence of not coming out.
"Larissa?" My tone was even, not holding confidence or nervousness. She tilted her head to the side, making eye contact with me. I nearly ran out of oxygen, looking into those deep ocean blue eyes.
"Yes?" Her voice was smooth, velvety even.
"Would you.. would you like to come to my birthday party tomorrow?" Urgh, I hated the way my pathetic voice sounded so hopeful. I hoped she didn't detect it.
She didn't say anything for a full minute, seemingly lost in thought. Eventually she shook her head slowly. "Sorry, I'm busy tomorrow."
My heart sunk, hanging my head in despair. So this is what rejection felt like, a crushing feeling in my gut.
"Oh, that's totally okay." I forced a smile, staring at the now dissected plant as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. Damn this. Of course the prettiest girl in school wouldn't want to come to my party. Literally almost everyone in my year would be there, except for her.
Mrs Faye then called out to the class, dismissing us all as the hour was up. Time flew fast, it seemed.
Larissa left the class before me, grabbing her bag and exiting quickly. I tried not to stare, but I didn't really relax until she'd gone completely. Not in a negative way, but because I was so awkward and down.
"So how did it go?" Cleo grinned, her arm slung around my shoulders as we left the greenhouse. I didn't reply, just groaning in a way that I hoped verbalised the rejected feeling.
"Ah. Playing hard to get. Well, there are plenty more fish in the sea." She slapped my back in what seemed to be a comforting way, but it just added to the pain. Yes, I know I was just a nineteen year old student with a silly little crush, but Larissa seemed like so much more.
As we walked along the corridor, I spotted the very girl I was mooning over, talking to a small group of people. They all seemed to shake their head in response to something she said. Larissa seemed to smile, though it looked superficial, like something had upset her but she was trying to cover it up. They all dispersed, leaving me in a state of curiousness. I was tempted to go over to the people who were naturally my friends, to ask what that was all about, but we needed to get to our lesson.
And by the end of the day, it had slipped my mind.
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The next day rolled around, and I was walking out of the changing rooms, having just had track. I was alone, which was unusual, because I had decided to do a couple more laps, insisting my friends should go. They all wanted to get ready for my party anyway.
I slipped on my uniform, not bothering to tuck my shirt into my skirt. Bag on my shoulder, I moved towards the door, but I stopped in my tracks when I heard a muffled sound coming from the toilets. Frowning, I inspected further, walking into joining restroom. The sound happened again, and this time I figured out it was stifled crying. The sound tugged on my heartstrings, because the pain was clear in the tone.
"Hello?" I knocked on the cubicle door softly, and the crying abruptly stopped. The was a long silence before the door opened slowly. It revealed none other than Larissa Weems. My heart sunk further, who hurt my precious girl?
"Oh.. it's you." She mumbled, walking to the tissue dispenser, grabbing a few sheets to dab at her smudged mascara. "I'm fine."
"You don't sound fine." I followed her, about to place a hand on her arm, but stopped myself, in case she didn't like physical contact. She stared into the mirror, at herself, until her gaze shifted to my reflection.
"Don't you have friends to run off with?" She muttered, eyes now lowering to look at her hands.
"They're not important right now. Can you tell me what's wrong?" I tried my best to make my words as gentle as possible, and it seemed to work because fresh tears filled her eyes as she turned around to face me.
"We have the same birthday but everyone goes to your party, not mine." Her voice cracked, looking away in some type of shame.
It all clicked, the reason why she was 'busy', the reason those people were shaking their heads, as they weren't going to her celebration, they were going to mine. I didn't even know her birthday was on the same day as mine.
"Oh, Larissa.." I whispered, my arms opening to embrace her. She didn't move away, instead stiffening up. "I'm sorry." Though those two words didn't do much comfort.
"It's fine." She sounded cold, and suddenly pushed me away gently. Tears were in my eyes now, just like hers, except she had fiercely wiped them away.
"Have fun." She then left, her footsteps quick against the lino flooring, leaving me speechless. I wiped away one tear. I had caused her pain, and that I would never forgive myself for.
I had to make this right, I had to make her feel better, in whatever way possible.
So I furrowed my eyebrows to come up with some sort of plan.
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#larissa weems#princple weems#larissa weems x reader#gwendoline christie#wednesday the show#lgbt#lesbian#gay longing#gwendolineuniverse#wlw
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♥️ Fezco Masterlist 1 ♥️
This is strictly my Fezco Masterlist.
Before requesting, take a look at my Masterpost to gain more insight into my DNI and requesting guideline lists. Take a look at my Prompt List for some ideas regarding request too!
la vie en rose (completed)- masterlist
Dangerous Woman (Completed)- masterlist
Soft Place To Land (Complete)- masterlist
Friends With Benefits: Part 1; Part 2
My Boys: Part 1; Part 2
Caught Red Handed: Part 1; Part 2
Cocaine Jesus:
Summary/Request: "Reader and Fez met one day at his store, the girl drawn to him immediately. He would be lying if he said that he didn’t feel the same, the need to please and spoil her consuming him. She loved the attention too, just wanting to be held and praised by him."
The Accountant:
Summary/Request: "Reader is a successful accountant just like Fezco is a successful business man. He’s only been to her place of work a few times but he felt the need to go support her and catch her alone."
Tell Me It's Okay:
Summary/Request: "After Rue spent all day wandering around, trying to find someone to take her in, the reader witnesses a fight between the two friends. A fight that would have a longer lasting impact than his previous ones.
Safe and Sound:
Summary/Request: "After a big fight with her boyfriend, well, ex-boyfriend, the reader goes to the familiar corner store in need of support and help from her best friend."
Silent Treatment:
Summary/Request: "Fezco regretted to inform his girlfriend about Faye and her new living situation, which was now their home. She’s a bit pissed off and disappointed, Fez’s obvious disregard for her and Ash’s opinions making both of them equally upset."
Off The Deep End:
Summary/Request: "Reader’s having a difficult time with her mental health so her best friend Fez takes matters into his own hands."
Needy:
Summary/Request: "Just a few little instances where Fez was not able to keep his hands off of his girl."
We're Not Friends:
Summary/Request: "The reader has been friends with Fezco for years. She’s never really been bothered or jealous over the handsome man, until Faye enters the picture."
Fuck To Make Up:
Summary/Request: "Even though they had a child together, the reader and Fez have spent months away from one another. They were amicable when it came to their child and making sure she’s healthy, but their friendship dwindled. One night after their baby goes to sleep, the reader and Fez have an eye opening conversation. And a leg spreading one too."
Fake You Out:
Summary/Request: "Rue and Faye get the reader, Fezco and Ash into a sticky situation with the local gangbanger Laurie."
Little House:
Summary/Request: "Just a ramble of the reader and Fezco’s life stemming from the beginning of their relationship, to the present."
Overwhelming:
Summary/Request: "After a heated night after getting high, the reader uncovers a part of herself to Fezco."
Watch Your Man, Watch Your Mouth:
Summary/Request: "Could you do a Fez x reader imagine where it uses the “watch your man, you should watch your mouth”, like someone tells Y/N, “You should watch your man” n like a bad bitch she does the “you should watch your mouth”:)"
Polite Company:
Summary/Request: "Could you write a fez x reader where she gets jealous cause Lexi keeps hanging around hum and he gets mad at her before she admits that she likes him."
Daddy Dearest:
Summary/Request: "This tells a handful stories of the Reader and her household. Reader has been dating Fez for about a year or two, her being the only girl his daughters ever known."
Friends:
Summary/Request: "could you do about fez girlfriend actually getting along with faye while they're living together and fez being jealous of all the attention shes getting"
Saturday Nights:
Summary/Request: "could you write something for fezco inspired by saturday nights by khalid"
Scared:
Summary/Request: "pregnancy scare with fez?"
Truth or Dare:
Summary/Request: "reader x fezco imagine where they are playing truth and dare and then they start having fun (you know what I mean 😏 ahah). But during the game there is a sort of sexual tension"
Labor Pains:
Summary/Request: "If you have time, I was wondering if I could please have one with fez? The reader is pregnant and goes into labor and he gets to hold and meet his baby girl for the first time? 🥺"
Clean Up:
Summary/Request: "would you mind writing a fez fluff where like the reader is his gf and she’s like doing skincare"
Understood:
Summary/Request: "Can you write fez+reader where the reader is maddy's sister and is pregnant (boy or girl which ever you prefer) and maddy and ash are fighting about whose going to buy what for the baby?"
Everywhere:
Summary/Request: "one of my previous asks about the fez x reader to everywhere by niall horan lowkey doesnt make sense when theyre best friends, so if u wanna make them exes or like they have feelings & tried to get together but didnt last long/didnt even start bc timing was off so they pushed it down & stayed friends idk but still friendly w each other & ash & her still love each other & hang"
Princess:
Summary/Request "fezco is so whipped he treats reader like a princess and everyone teases him about it but he doesn’t care bc in the bedroom 🥵"
Ocean Eyes:
Summary/Request "Fez is sick and needs taken care of."
Rest and Recover:
Summary/Request "Just some headcannons about how a lazy day with Ash and Fez is like."
Sing a Song:
Summary/Request "These are some headcannons for Fez dating a singer."
Cruising:
Summary/Request "Just some headcannons about Fezco dating a skater girl."
Innocence Is Bliss:
Summary/Request "Just some headcannons of how Fez might be with an innocent reader."
Suit Shopping:
Summary/Request "Fez suit shopping for lexis play."
Leading Hand:
Summary/Request "Fez with a dominant girlfriend that like to hold his waist and rub his thighs while driving and stuff"
Sleepwalker:
Summary/Request "Is there anyway you could something where Fez’s girlfriend is a sleep walker? and just the moments him and ash have to deal with when she stays the night"
Tatted:
Summary/Request "what if Fez has a gf who usually wears pants and hoodies but one day is in a tank top and shorts, revealing almost her entire body is covered in bright and colorful tattoos."
Puppy Dog Eyes:
Summary/Request "Could you do nsfw Fezco with prompts 17 and 22?"
Missed:
Summary/Request "anyway can you write a fix about fez and his girlfriend being a celebrity actress/singer and she spends a lot of time away from him but when they are together they are both so so happy and maybe like little blurbs of them missing eachother or blurbs of them together and really happy? thank you!!!!"
Force Feed:
Summary/Request " fezco x reader where the reader has a fainting problem"
Fezco NSFW Alphabet
Fezco Fluff Alphabet
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kliff and the friends
last minute submission for day two of @fe-aspec-week 2024!! this one is a little thrown together because i had an idea at the last minute but! here goes!!
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Kliff has never been particularly fond of other people.
He used to think he just got unlucky, stuck in a tiny village where no one understood the concept of personal space. He dreamed of the day he’d escape them, get out, go anywhere but here, and meet people who were actually decent.
Then he started going to school in the next town over, and with each new person he met, that dream died in front of him. Each and every one of them—over-familiar like Gray, clumsy like Tobin, naive like Alm, or disgustingly romantic like Faye. He hated it. He came back to Ram Village with a disappointed letter from his teacher and a new will to tolerate these idiots so he could safely ignore the rest. He might not fit in, but at least they know him well enough to leave him alone while he’s reading.
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The war comes on suddenly, like a storm rolling in overnight, and things change. Kliff learns what fire spells can do to a human being, and Gray stops joking about hitting Tobin with his sword, and Faye picks up a lance for the first time, insisting she’ll do whatever it takes to protect her friends. Tolerable acquaintances become battle-allies, people you can trust to have your back. People who could die beside you, any day. There’s no room out here for petty bickering, but sometimes it also feels like there’s no room to get attached.
When the war is over, Kliff thinks, they’ll go their separate ways. He probably won’t even miss them.
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Tobin flags him down at camp one day. “Hey, Kliff!”
He rolls his eyes. “Tobin. I thought you knew not to interrupt me while I’m studying.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. But I have questions about magic! That counts as study time, right?”
Now Kliff is intrigued, though he refuses to give Tobin the satisfaction. “Since when do you care about magic? I thought it was too complicated for you.”
Tobin settles beside him, keeping a safe distance, but not bothering to ask whether he minds the company. “Well, I don’t really get it. But I want to learn. You know—for the war.”
He sighs. “I don’t know what Alm or Gray did this time, but you’re better with a bow than you’re ever going to be with magic. Focus on getting better at that.”
“Healing magic,” Tobin corrects. “I want to learn healing.”
“What? Why?”
“C’mon, seriously? I’m worried about you guys! I want us to go back to Ram when this is all over—all of us, together. Even if we’re not all planning to stay.”
“…All right, then. I can try to teach you.” Kliff grins. “Though I wouldn’t count on your ability to learn it.”
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Faye catches him off guard in the middle of an overcrowded mess hall. She’s saying something, but he can’t understand her over the din of too many hungry soldiers. Eventually, she gives up and beckons to the door.
Kliff follows her, plate in hand, out to the cool night air. “What was that for?”
She shrugs. “You looked like you wanted to go outside.”
“I—” He pauses. Mess hall never used to bother him more than any other time around camp, but now that they’ve been getting more recruits, it has been getting louder and louder. He’s never liked loud noises, either. “I guess I did.”
Faye walks a little farther away from the tent, towards the woods. He follows her, and they settle together at the forest’s edge—still in earshot of the camp, but safely away from the clamor of the mess hall.
“I miss Ram,” Faye says quietly, after they’ve been eating for a bit. “Seeing this many people in one place reminds me how far we are from home.”
Kliff snorts. “It just reminds me of school. They always crammed too many people into the common areas for lunch.”
“So you didn’t like leaving then, either?”
“I liked going to school,” he answers. “I didn’t like the people there.”
“What kind of people do you like?”
He thinks on this. “The quiet kind.”
Faye smiles and nods. They eat the rest of their meal in silence.
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Gray looks out for him during fights.
At first he’s convinced Gray is just showing off, jumping in dramatically and kicking down a mage in mid-chant before they can fire another spell at Kliff. But then it happens a second time, and a third time, and Kliff is more than certain that it’s intentional.
“You don’t have to do that, you know,” Kliff says, the next time Gray takes a blow for him.
“Do what?” Gray asks. “Look super cool while I’m saving the day?”
Kliff regrets that Gray is too focused on the battle to see him roll his eyes. “Protect me. I can look out for myself.”
“Oh, that? I’m just practicing for next time one of the girls needs saving.” Gray pauses to skewer another incoming mage. “Gotta keep my skills sharp and all that!”
“Gray, I’m serious. Can you stop joking around?” Kliff fires off another spell, stopping an approaching cavalier in their tracks. Now there are no more distractions—Gray will have to talk to him.
Gray turns to face him. “Look, I know you can take it, okay? But that’s not your job. If you’re up in the front lines taking hits, you won’t have the energy to cast your spells. So you do your job, and I’ll do mine, yeah?”
He sighs. “Fine.”
“Great! Now how about a ‘thank you’ for saving your ass?”
“In your dreams.”
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Alm brings him a book from town.
“Here,” he says, unloading it off a pile of rations and weapons. “They had this on sale at one of the booths. I thought you might get some use out of it.”
Kliff inspects it. It’s a neatly-bound red tome, with gold embossing on the front. It looks well-used, but it’s holding together nevertheless. He flips it open, skimming the table of contents, and frowns.
“I hate to break it to you, but this is a book on magical theory. It’s not going to teach me anything I don’t already know about battle casting.”
Alm looks a little offended. “I know,” he says. “I just figured you would like it. You liked learning about magic at school, didn’t you?”
“I did, but—” He frowns again, turning the book over anxiously in his hands. “We’re in the middle of a war. Did you spend army funds on this?”
“Don’t worry, I spent my own money on it. No funds wasted.”
“But—” Kliff stammers. “Why? What’s the point? What do you get out of this?”
Alm sighs. “It’s just a gift. We may be at war, but we’re still people. I want you guys to be happy—at least, when we’re not having to kill people.”
“Oh,” Kliff says. “Uh. Thanks.”
Alm smiles, bright as ever. “Any time.”
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The war continues, and Kliff keeps dreaming about the places he’ll go once he’s free to travel as he pleases. He’s not sure what kind of people he’ll meet out there, but—he thinks—if they’re anything like the ones he met in Ram Village, he hasn’t got anything to worry about. Other people may be unpleasant—clumsy, naive, romantic, and over-familiar—but they’re still worth knowing, every once in a while.
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I think if I had any issues with GOW:Ragnarok is 5 things.
No mention that Thor killed his mother. In GOW 2018, Mimir tells the tale of Fjörgyn, Thor's mother and one of Odin's great loves. It is implied that Thor killed her. It would give depth to why Odin is abusive towards Thor, his hatred of Atreus, self-loathing(aside from failing his sons) and explain why Faye went nuclear against Thor. Also? This would give context to why Thor is the way he is.
Odin doesn't use Kratos actions of murdering his family in turning Atreus against Kratos. I'm sure Kratos tells Atreus off screen, but does he? You'd think he would've told Atreus in the last game's ending or somewhere in Ragnarok. As far as we know all he told Atreus is killing Zeus and "I've killed many who were deserving and many who were not" implied, but never said. Kratos telling Freya was an important moment for them to understand each other. I don't think Kratos told him and considering how much of an abusive manipulative gaslighting prick that Odin is, it just felt like a missed opportunity not to have Odin use that to turn Atreus against his father and also a missed opportunity to have Kratos struggle to tell Atreus from his perspective on what he did.
Atreus darker personality never returned. I had this theory that Atreus "We're gods, we can do anything we want" phase would return as his Loki personality. Atreus quest to prevent Kratos' death would lead him down a dark path and lead his Loki personality to return. He would play both sides only to let Asgard burn in Ragnarok. There would be a boss battle between Atreus and his Loki side and Atreus personality would win and remain dominant. What we got was great, but I feel like Atreus' darker personality returning was a missed opportunity.
Kratos and Thor's final fight seemed tame. When I envisioned Kratos and Thor's final battle. I imagined this bombastic battle that would realm shift throughout the Nine Realms and would be the climax of Ragnarok. What we got was great. but I strongly feel like their final fight was underwhelming and it could've been more. I get the game was trying to show Thor is more than what the lore of the Norse saga and Ragnarok as a whole is showing us, but Kratos and Thor's final fight SHOULD HAVE been more.
Killing off Thor and Odin too soon. To me it's unsatisfying that Odin and Thor are killed off so soon. Thor has this great character arc and Odin was built up as this master manipulator and schemer and they die in the second game in this trilogy. Imagine how unsatisfying it would be if Luke Skywalker killed Darth Vader in Empire Strikes Back and the Rebels killed the Emperor in the second act of the trilogy. Yeah that would've been so disappointing, wouldn't it? The story they told was great and I trust SMS. But it still feels like to me that they should have done a sort of cliffhanger ending. After Brok is killed, Kratos follows Odin, Thor and Odin kills Kratos. Kratos is sent into the realm into the tear, basically the realm where the dead gods go who cannot come back. He'd see Magni and Modi and Baulder and finally Faye and Faye sends Kratos back. Then it ends with Kratos pledging to lead Ragnarok and burn Asgard. For more in depth to this idea, watch the video down below. Point is I strongly feel like it was a mistake to kill off Odin and Thor in the second act of the Norse trilogy.
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Bonus 1:Atreus not even looking into the tear with the mask was just bad. All they had to do was Atreus sees into the void, one minute later he takes the mask off, breaks it and tosses it into the void
Bonus 2. Odin's design. Thor's design is perfect, but part of me feels like he should have had armor
Compared to the stories Mimir told, I imagined Odin looking something like this down below. The story for Odin is great, but imo the final fight should have been more. Like, King of the Aesir should have been more. The contrast between him and Zeus is he is the master manipulator, but Odin in Norse Mythology is the strongest of the gods and this game didn't show it. He had powerful magic to display but it didn't feel like this grand final boss of the Norse saga, like Thor it could have been more.
Bonus 3. The Ragnarok itself is disappointing. Ragnarok was so built up to, but it honestly felt like the mission to actually get Surtr on-side was longer than the mission for Ragnarok. We saw nothing of the actual battle, Fenrir wasn’t there, and we didn’t even see the Army of the Dead! We could've gotten the Elves, army of the dead, the Dwarves lead by Sindri & Durlin, Vanir and even an army of Vikings/Raiders to represent Midgard. But we didn't. Plus in myth, Ragnarok was largely a battle between the Gods and the Jotnar - and yet the latter weren’t even present. I was fully expecting after heading to Muspel that Atreus would tell Kratos about the secret giants with Angrboda; that would have been an element of surprise that Odin didn’t know about! I’d been hoping to fight Thor on the back of Jormungandr or something, and for Fenrir to be involved in fighting Odin. So yeah. The Ragnarok in the game called God Of War:Ragnarok is disappointing.
#God Of War#God Of War Ragnarok#Kratos#Atreus#Odin#Odin Allfather#Thor#Thor Odinson#GOW Thor#GOW Odin#Youtube
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The Pet Tiger, #6 [nsfwhump AU]
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CW: Dehumanization, treated as a pet, threats of/references to violence and/or noncon, forced nudity, humiliation, pet whump, pet training, mention of starvation, medical exam, restraints, emotional abuse, more of Ozmund's bullshit and mind games
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6: Healthy
It takes a few days for Ash to return to full strength, and Ozmund is keen to remind him of this fact at every opportunity.
“If only you had just done as you were told,” he laments at dinner, feeding Ash scraps off his plate. “You could have a nice, hot plate all to yourself.”
“Poor, useless thing. Can’t even stand on your own,” he sighs as Ash stumbles behind him yet again, still unsteady on his sore legs.
“Don’t expect this level of patience for every infraction, pet.” he warns before locking Ash’s cage. His sneering smile glints in the candlelight. “It’s just no fun to break you if you can’t at least try to fight back. And the anticipation . . . ” He hooks Ash’s collar through the bars, pulling him till their lips nearly meet. “Ah! That’s the best part of all.”
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Though his belly still aches from hunger pangs, Ash can tell his body has recovered. And while he’s grateful the muscle pains and dizziness have abated, he knows what his good health means for him: now, there’s no escaping Ozmund’s sadistic games.
Ozmund, too, must be able to see the difference—at Ash’s next bath, he’s subjected once again to the humiliating cleansing Ozmund requires of him. Faye decorates his skin just as beautifully as before, this time smearing a layer of tinted balm over his lips as well. She artfully arranges his hair so the black waves frame his face and delicately brush his cheekbones.
He hates it. Not his appearance—in fact, he appreciates the way the eyeliner sharpens his round, green eyes; the contrast of the gold shadow on his tan skin; the gentle fall of his hair in a style he’d never considered. No, he hates that Ozmund is the one to see it. He hates that Ozmund is the one who will enjoy it. Ozmund is the one who will streak mascara down his cheeks. Ozmund is the one who will taste the balm on his lips. He wants to be this beautiful, so much like a real human being, and he wants it to be for himself. He wants it to be for someone he loves . . . for Evius.
The clattering of the chain leash against his collar startles him back to reality. Evius isn’t here. And if he ever wants to see him again, he has to survive this. When all this is over, when he’s back home, he’ll paint his eyes even more beautifully, he’ll make himself more alluring than Ozmund will ever see, he’ll—
“Are you finished yet, Faye? We’ve got work to do.”
Faye spins around to meet Ozmund’s entrance. “Nearly done, sir! Shall we meet you in the lab?”
He waves her off. “No need. I’ve got a few minutes to spare. I’ll wait here until you’re finished.” At that, he leans against the door frame as Faye continues her work, his arms crossed and eyes fixed on Ash. “You look well, little cat. I daresay Fay has outdone herself.”
“Thank you, sir!” From the mirror, Ash can see Faye’s cheeks offer a soft flush at the praise before she turns him around to show off her work. “I’d hoped I could make him presentable for you. And look—he almost looks like a human, don’t you think?” She pinches his ear and wiggles it playfully.
Ozmund steps closer, lifting Ash’s chin for a better view. “Quite.” His sharp teeth emerge from behind his glossy lips, the smile somehow both menacing and relieving. At least he’s not disappointed. Ash cringes internally at the thought. “Yes, this should do nicely. Come along, then.”
Ash is hoisted from the chair by his manacles and led through the winding halls. He’s become somewhat accustomed to this marching pattern, finding his footing more quickly than before as the three descend a narrow staircase. When they reach the bottom, Faye ushers him through the heavy, metal door.
This must be the lab, he realizes. Magic light illuminates the room as bright as daylight, despite the lack of windows; it gleams off the shiny stone and metal surfaces. Cabinets line the walls, filled with potions and tools, and a large slab table stands in the middle of the floor.
Another tug at his manacles, and Ash is pulled to the table. It’s only hip height—far too short to work on for a tall race like a human or an elf. If it’s not a workbench, then . . .
Ash freezes, his jaw clenched tight and his muscles solid ice. At each corner of the table, he notices sturdy metal rings and thick leather straps. A workbench wouldn’t need restraints. Nor would it need a channel that lines the perimeter, funneling into a drain in the floor. It almost reminds Ash of Krumgus’ cutting board.
This isn’t a workbench. It’s an operating table.
“Hop on up, sweetie,” Faye chirps behind him, pressing him forward. At the touch, his nerves jolt back to life—you’re not dead yet, he reminds himself. Stay alert.
He angles onto the cold stone table, his thighs sinking uncomfortably into the divot along the edge. Every inch he scoots back, his feet lift farther and farther from the ground—farther and farther from safety. Between the chill of the slab and the fear swelling in his gut, his muscles begin to shiver.
Ozmund’s shrewd gaze doesn’t miss the change. “Oh, pet,” he coos, his voice dripping with condescension. “Don’t be frightened. I’ve no intention to harm you right now—I simply want to make sure you’re healthy again. A check-up, if you will.” He pats Ash’s head, careful not to disturb the not-too-perfect coif Faye had made. “Besides, it wouldn’t do for my new pet to be bruised and marked so soon.”
So that’s what this is about, Ash thinks. Why does he care about my health, anyway—he’s the one who starved me and shoved me in a cage. Then again, what did he say before?
“It’s no fun if you can’t fight back . . . ”
Before another wave of shudders has a chance to roll through Ash’s body, hands are on him. A low growl forms in his chest, but he bites it down—it’s hard to protest when he’s so cold, and the hands are so warm. Warm on his belly, on his back, on his neck . . . For a moment, he’s lost in the sensation, his eyes unfocused and his thoughts numbed.
“Are you feeling well, dear?” Faye’s voice breaks his dreamlike state, snapping him back to the present. He stiffens his posture. “Any pains? Dizziness?”
He almost wants to laugh. Of course he’s not well—how could he be? He’s still dehydrated and hungry; he’s yet to have a full meal since he’s been captured. His head still aches off and on, and the twist of his empty gut disrupts his focus just as much.
But he’d never admit to any of it. Not to them, at least.
“I’m fine,” he mutters in response. He feels her fingertips brush his thigh and corrects himself. “I’m well, ma’am.”
At that, she pats his thigh instead and smiles. “Good. Shall we continue, then?”
Neither wait for Ash to answer—not that he expected his protests to matter, anyway.
Ozmund summons a wave of shimmering green magic. “Be still, now. This won’t be pleasant,” he warns Ash with the same casual detachment as always. But as he presses the magic forward to engulf Ash’s body, he smirks. “Don’t worry—it won’t leave any marks.”
The shimmering swirl consumes Ash’s vision. His skin buzzes; the vibration sinks deeper and deeper until it seems to jostle his bones. Unpleasant is an understatement—Ash is reminded of the warm tingle in the air before lightning strikes, when his hair would stand on end and his nerves overflowed with stimulation.
When it finally dissipates, his lungs desperately expand, and he sucks in panting breaths. His skin feels raw and inflamed as if he’s been sunburned, but—just like Ozmund said—he is perfectly unmarred.
“What the hell wa—?”
His breathy demand is cut short as Ozmund cups his cheek and lifts his face.
“As I told you, just a check-up.” Ozmund’s narrowed eyes betray his cool exterior, and Ash pulls against his grip to look away. “You can’t lie to me, you know. You don’t even have to say a word—I know you inside and out. I know your hunger, your pain, your panicked little thoughts. You can’t hide it from me, little cat.” Though his voice is soft—almost gentle—Ash can feel the threat lurking beneath.
“Don’t.” His throat is tight, his teeth gnashed together as he finally meets Ozmund’s eyes. A challenge. A plea.
Ozmund only smiles. “I know you don’t want me probing around your thoughts, pet. Your memories. All those special little moments you think you’ve locked up tight. Especially with—”
“No!” Ash snarls, low in his throat. “You don’t get to say his name.”
The shock on Faye’s face is satisfaction enough for Ash; he screws his eyes tight to brace for the inevitable strike he’ll receive.
Ozmund laughs.
Ash flinches at the sound, but no pain follows. What is he playing at?
“Good to see you have your fight back. You know, pet, while you’re under my charge, I should like to study you. I’m sure it could be . . . educational for us both.” He turns to Faye, ignoring the sneer forming on Ash’s lips. “Don’t you think so, Faye?”
Forced to keep his head help up, Ash can’t look away from the manic shine in Faye’s eyes. “Oh, absolutely, sir! So unique—so fascinating! Oh, we can, can’t we? Please?”
Ozmund chuckles. “Well, we’d need our subject’s cooperation, of course.” His hypnotic gaze falls back upon Ash, a nauseating grin playing at his lips. “What do you think, Ash?”
Ash’s stomach twists, his teeth grinding beneath the grip on his chin. “Fuck you,” he spits. “I’m not your science experiment.”
Faye’s excitement falters, but Ozmund’s grin mellows into something Ash assumes is meant to be comforting. “Don’t worry, Faye—I’m sure he’ll come around in time.” Like hell I will. “Besides, he’s not going anywhere; we can pick right up when he’s ready.” Ozmund pats his cheek dismissively.
“However,” he continues, “I do think he’s quite healthy enough to return to our scheduled activities. And just in time, too—we have guests tonight, pet.”
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She's so beautiful. And yeah, I got her the Blood of Lethander, despite it taking ages, cause I couldn't find a battleaxe until someone told me there was one in front of the guardian. I had Gale use mage hand to grab it. Got the mace, left, remembered we'd used Shadowheart's mace to solve the puzzle and had to go back and retrieve it. I play BG3 like I play minecraft; constantly forgetting to pick up shit.
That gdilf dragonrider gith showed up again, and then a genuine celebrity, Elminster! In a rare moment of unity, I truly love how the entire party's reaction is 'fuck that,' to Mystra's plan. Even Asterion, which is a relief. Faye doesn't need him to like her, she's content with him making friends. Everybody loves Gale. I suspect he's been giving everyone magic lessons, and good for him. Although, does he offer to do so if you're a wizard too? That would be very condescending.
We went to the shadowlands and Asterion said he wanted to make a deal with the devil. I left him at camp and when I came back to fetch him, having located said devil, he'd come up with another brilliant idea; to rule on high as tadpole monarchs. He does raise a good point about the sheer number of potential infected, and Faye will accept living with it in her head is preferable to dying or tentacles, so she'll humour his wild theory for now. He clearly finds this atmosphere intellectually stimulating, but I kind of wish he didn't as each idea seems worse than the last. If he mentions crypto I'm kicking him out of camp.
He disapproved (of course) of humouring the half-spectre kid in the abandoned house. Just shut up and bear with it; we're lucky no one got possessed or followed back to camp. Not that we could avoid it forever; now we have a new-minted orphan hanging around, although Withers seems to be taking care of her? I guess he never leaves.
Speaking of failing to avoid awkward situations, Wyll invited Faye to dance, and she had to disappoint him. He apologised the next day, using almost the exact same words as Faye did to Halsin. They're good now and Faye can go back to spending hours trying to figure out he dream-friend. He's so chill and relaxed and wants hugs now, but she knows she wears her heart on her sleeve; you can literally read her oath in a book. Saying the right things to her is pretty easy and she knows it.
So. The artifact is gith, if it's an illithid inside, why didn't they just say so? The implication from the gdilf is it's someone else, probably the prince. Is the dream visitor not in the artifact at all, and just taking credit for it? but if that was the case surely we wouldn't have been sent right to it by whatsherface? It makes our heads hurt. What has Shar got to do with this? Maybe it is a weapon against the Absolute, which seems to be the biggest threat here. Illithids = Absolute? Divinity doesn't seem their thing.
Halsin finally joined us, and Thaniel isn't actually a real kid, so he can hang around camp for a while. The party seems to be divided into two camps on our newest recruit: woof he big, and Shadowheart. Maybe he ate her cheese or something.
He's so nice? So calm? Doesn't guilt-trip you when you leave him in camp. Polite and grateful for all you've done. I need to get him some gear though, and figure out how to druid. Faye is very happy to have him around.
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From the Beginning
Sindri x gn!reader pt1
Ask: I have an idea with our love Sindri, maybe the reader is a daughter/relative of kratos. I just love family drama, something with to much fluff
RAAAAAH I GOT ALL A’S AND B’S ON MY MIDTERMS AAAHHHHH
The reader is implied to be in their middle twenties and tall, Brok is himself, Sindri is anxious all the time, some angst in the at the end, and mentions of cheating. Probably a lot of misspellings and grammar errors, can’t ‘English isn’t my first language’ my way out of this either.
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Being the child of Kratos and Faye wasn’t easy and particularly lonely, especially after your mothers death.
Your father became colder and harsher, never showing any emotion rather than disappointment and rage. This took a large toll on you and your brother, becoming so emotionally constipated it was clinical.
But it wasn’t all bad. The people you met along your adventures were the highlight of all of them… probably because it was the most ‘friendly’ you’ve been with someone in months that wasn’t your brother.
So it was a breathe of fresh air when you encountered Sindri on the dock with your father and brother. Even though y’all’s first interaction was particularly tense because of his history with leviathan but he soon became a constant in your life.
Shortly after encountering him you met his brother, Brok. They were so different you thought it was a joke at first, I mean it’s reasonable since one of them is blue but who cares it was the least of the weirdest thing you’ve encountered.
After reuniting them, which was a larger hurdle than you expected because you couldn’t imagine hating your sibling so. In hindsight, your thinking was pretty ironic cause you almost disowned Atreus when he sneaks off to Asgard in the following years.
When they reunite their relationship and their company you visit them frequently because you had a bad habit of breaking your axe, to your fathers dismay.
The weird thing was that Sindri was never around when you would visit them, even if you thought you saw a glimpse of him. His small work shops just always seem to be empty and Brok would appear a few minutes later looking rather disgruntled. You’ve only been able to catch what he mumbles to himself and it’s always how someone’s being a little bitch. You always assumed it was an asshole customer that had the same habit of breaking things.
The same thing would happen when you’d catch Atreus or your father with Sindri except he always had an excuse on him but most were rather questionable, ranging from “you know how busy it is being a renowned smithing company and all” to “uh… I’ve gotta go walk Brok… you know how he is”.
A couple times you’ve asked your brother what his problem was but all he’d say is that Sindri would kill him if he said anything
That made you nervous cause what the Hel does that even imply. You’d rack your brain and harass Brok but he was quiet too, which scared you even more.
So you made a plan to make Atreus rough up his bow a little and make Sindri fix it and while he’s distracted youd corner him and ask him what his deal was.
With constant complaining from Atreus how your plan is practically see through with how many holes there are and that he didn’t want to put his bow in the mix, he eventually gave in and hit it up against a tree a couple tries but that didn’t do jack shit so you just cut the string. Your father thought you were bullying him for a couple seconds until you both gave each other a nod after examining the damages.
So you two hiked all the way up the mountain to his nearest workshop and you stayed behind some yards behind a rock while Atreus went up to the kiln. Sindri popped up secound a later with his cheery attitude until he saw the bow. Sindri shot the boy a annoyed look before searching for a new string. All the while chatting away.
While his back was turned Atreus waved his hand towards himself telling you to come closer but when you were about to come right behind the dwarf he ushered you away and pointed to the nearest tree. Confused you did it anyways. Why would he do that you had the clearest opening?
As you hid behind for another minute or so you were about to give up until they started a new topic.
“How did you even damage your bow so bad? Whatever it was must have been as sturdy as a tree.”
Sindri said. Atreus looked like was going to explode with anxiety while you hid behind a tree trying not to laugh out loud.
“Just training with [reader]. Their axe snagged it.”
With the mention of your name Sindris head shot up but what you didn’t expect was the dopey smile on his face.
“They did did they? How are they doing anyways?”
“How about you ask them yourself for once?”
Atreus pouted at the man who looked aback and petrified.
“Are you crazy?? I’ll embarrass myself like when I showed them my home in between the realms! You remember what Brok said to them!”
The memory made you chuckle. You had visited with your family to their house and when you asked Brok how they made one of the swords on the wall he told the story of how Sindri thought he could take on the monster that was protecting the material that they needed to craft it and got his ass handed to him so bad he hid in his bedroom for a week in embarrassment. You remember how Sindri had thrown a piece of medal at him and had the cutest blush while he stared at him in shock.
“Well it will be just as embarrassing when you actually talk to them because it will creep them out about how you know everything about them?!”
“Give me a week-“
“YOU SAID THAT LAST YEAR BUT LOOK WHERE WE ARE! YOU KNOW WHAT THEY HAVE BEEN BEHIND THAT TREE THIS WHOLE TIME BECAUSE THEY WANTED TO CONFRONT YOU FOR WHY YOU HATE THEM SO MUCH AND IM SICK OF YOU ONLY TALKING ABOUT THEM WHEN WE HANG OUT!”
Everything went silent as Atreus finished his rant. His hand that pointed to the tree you hid behind stayed up until you walked out. You gave Sindri a little wave and that awkward smile that he loved. Sindri looked like he was pure shock as he whipped his head between you and Atreus.
“w..wh…. WHAT!”
Before you knew it the dwarf had passed out on the ground and the two of you rushed to him.
“ATREUS!”
“What?! This was your plan!”
“This was not my plan?! I didn’t intend for you to have that outburst and I surly didn’t intend for him to pass out!”
“He would have passed out anyways!”
You let put a frustrated groan as you hoisted the dwarf onto your back. It was like carrying a couple grapes but you dreaded the confrontation you and the man will have once you get him someplace warm.
You stopped at a near by abandoned cottage because you wanted to avoid going back home and explaining why his best blacksmith had passed out.
As you started a fire you told Atreus to go back to the house because you didn’t want him to have to watch the awkward confrontation you were going to have. Atreus thanked you and left without a word.
Sindri woke up a few minutes later not seeming to notice you as he shoved his head into his hands and groaned in frustration. He couldn’t believe he embarrassed himself AGAIN. He swung his feet around the bed you placed him in and was meet with your siting form staring at him like how a wolf stares at its prey when they’ve known they won. In these moments he truly sees your father in you, from your towering for to your sharp eyes. In spite of that he sees your mothers caring personality when you weren’t ripping someone’s head from their shoulders. What surprised him the most when he met you and what caused him to fall was the goofy lightheartedness you brought everywhere. To him your side mission was making everyone in a room smile.
“Don’t you dare feint again. We have to talk.”
He felt himself sweat and his mouth dry up. He froze up, not a single word left his mouth. This angered you as he seemed to love talking about you from what you heard from Atreus a while ago.
“You know I don’t like getting made fun of.”
This confused him I mean didn’t you just hear him and Atreus blab about you some time ago. His confused face made you stand up and bring him with you… by his collar. His feet dangled a couple feet from the ground. Alarm and fear spread across his face but he still said nothing.
“You know I don’t like my feeling played with.”
It finally dawned on him. You had thought him and Atreus were pulling a prank on you. He knew that this must have to hurt to think because he remembered how around a year and a half ago you had entered a relationship with someone from a village you had frequented. It was the reason he stopped talking to you, it hurt him too much to watch you be happy with someone else. It hurt him even more when you found out they had cheated on you with another close friend of yours in the same village. He watched as you cried to your brother about it and how Atreus didn’t know how to handle your emotions. So he took it upon himself to tell Atreus what to do and what to say that would comfort you best. He knew you wouldn’t want to see him after a couple months of no show from him and how your father would just grumble to you about harnessing your sadness into rage or whatever awful advice he gave about emotions.
“no no no No NO! I swear it’s not like that!”
“THEN WHATS IT LIKE!”
“I LOVE YOU.”
There goes the awful silence again. You dropped him with embarrassment and confusion on your face. He grabbed your hands which caused you to jump, you know how he is about germs so you were about to question him until he said.
“I really do and don’t think anything else. I have since I first fixed up your axe and how hard it was because you kept making me laugh. AND I know you probably do t feel the same so I’ll just leave and you will only have to talk to Brok if it’s too awkward for yo-“
He was lifted up again and when he expect death he was met with your chest and a warm presence on his hair line. He could only dream of this situation, being in your arms infront of a firplace with no one in sight.
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I really like this one and it took me forever.
Tag list: @alondrashultz , @simpforjesus , @novidiadarkmagic , @resident-sindri-fucker (honestly I just put people who I think would like this lol)
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[SVT Imprinted] Wonwoo: Perfect (Prequel)
Anonymous asked: could you do an imprinted prequel where wonwoo first met faye? i know it was mentioned that she was shy at first and i think wonwoo with his shy mate would be cute. thank you!
Characters: Wonwoo x female reader
Genre/warnings: werewolf au, college au, fluff!!!, shy wonwoo and shy reader just bein cute, there’s no warnings that’s literally it
Word count: 2,578
Summary: Nobody in the pack had imprinted yet, and Wonwoo definitely didn’t think he’d be the first. But he found himself in the place he hung out the most, staring at the new library assistant instead of the books.
a/n: please keep in mind that reader is written to be 5′10″ and not native to south korea!! this also comes before the other wonwoo prequel, so this is a prequel prequel lmao
Tags: @psshwa @uglyratlmao @brokenbutchocolate @shra-vasti @killcomet
Unable to tag: @junuoyi
Wonwoo prequel headcanon | Imprinted Masterlist
Wonwoo looked up from the book he was thumbing through as he leaned against the wall beside the two chairs Mingyu and Jihoon were seated at. It wasn’t the best read he’d ever seen so he decided to put it back, looking up to try to remember which part of the library he’d gotten in from
That was when he saw her, and the pull instantly hit him like a truck.
You were easily only a couple inches shy of him with the longest legs he’d ever seen in person. He could tell you were an exchange student by your features – it made sense you were an exchange student considering how tall you were but where were you from? What country made girls that tall, and when could he move there?
He never really saw many girls as tall as he was, so he was actually taken aback. He wasn’t afraid of you, but he was in awe of you. He never really thought he’d be into a girl so tall but hey, it would save him back problems down the road, right?
‘Wait, am I already thinking about the future?’ he wondered to himself, ‘I don’t even know her!’
But he knew in the back of his head why he was already thinking so far ahead: it was in his instincts. He never really pictured himself imprinting so suddenly, and in a place he visited everyday, but now that it happened, what was he supposed to do?
You walked past him like he wasn’t completely drooling over you -- in fact, you didn’t even notice him. Your height made you seem confident even though you were staring at the floor while you walked, doing your best to avoid any and all eye contact. Your pastel-pink sweater was pulled down to cover half of your hands, but that only exposed your collarbones since your sleeves were too short for your long limbs.
Meanwhile, fear was stricken into Mingyu’s soul once he looked up and noticed you – how couldn’t someone notice you, you were the tallest girl in the room! He was used to most girls approaching him being maybe to his shoulders at most, so seeing you, that was a few inches shy of being level with the top of his head, was very scary to him. Don’t get him wrong, it wasn’t genuine terror; it was more like intimidation.
Jihoon glanced up seeing you walk by and his eyes widened. His mind was screaming, ‘fuck all of that,’ while Wonwoo’s mind was screaming the same thing but in a very different context. Jihoon knew he was short – he’d accepted it and moved on, even if his pack wouldn’t let him – but this was a whole other level for him; literally. The last thing he wanted to do was mess with a girl that was almost half a foot taller than him.
They could tell from your lanyard hanging around your neck -- to Wonwoo’s disappointment, your nametag that was hooked to the end was hidden by the stack of books you were carrying -- that you were working in the library, which would explain the insane amount of books you were balancing in her arms. You went down an isle of books, only being seen through the tiny spaces between books on the shelves. Wonwoo’s eyes continued to stay on you, though.
“Did you see her?” Mingyu asked quietly, his eyebrows raised. “How is she that tall in sneakers?”
“I’m going to try to forget I did,” Jihoon grumbled, looking back down at his textbook. “It’s bad enough I have to hang out with you two.”
“It’s not our fault you didn’t eat your vegetables.”
They heard the soft clatter of books hitting the carpeted floor, and without a word, Wonwoo was swiftly walking toward the aisle you had gone. With his hearing, he could hear his two friends whispering how he must’ve caught the love bug, but he just ignored them and kept walking.
He found you on your hands knees as you restacked the books you had previously held in your arms, a frown on your face. He got down opposite of you and started a pile of his own.
You glanced up at him through round glasses, your cheeks turning pinker than your sweater, “Oh! Thank you…”
Wonwoo gave you a warm smile as he saw your face up close. His inner wolf was more than happy, and it took everything in him to resist the urge to reach out for you, “Don’t worry about it. Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I just tripped. It’s a good thing nobody saw; it was pretty embarrassing.”
“Happens to my friend, Mingyu a lot,” he nodded, trying to make conversation. “His legs are really long so sometimes, it’s like watching Bambi learn how to walk.”
You let out a soft laugh that made his heart swell, and a soft whine rumbled in his chest – thankfully, you didn’t seem to hear. How were you so cute? He thought a girl so tall would be hot or sexy or badass but you were just…adorable. He wanted nothing more than to reach over and hold you.
“Him and I have that in common,” you smiled as Wonwoo put his stack of books on top of yours and picked all of the books up in his arms. He stayed beside you so he could hold the books and you could pick them up one by one and place them on the shelves. “Thank you for helping me, I owe you one. …I’m…_____, by the way.”
“I’m Wonwoo,” he replied before he softly cleared his throat. “That was a pass to ask you out to coffee without coming across as creepy, right?”
‘Alright, that’s one way to ask her out…’
Wonwoo was far from the bold type, but he’d never felt an attraction so intense before, so he thought he’d explode if he didn’t shoot his shot now.
”O-oh, u-um,” he felt fear strike him as he saw your shocked expression, eyes widening as your hands shaky from nerves of talking to someone new almost dropped the book you were putting away. But then his heart soared as you began to smile and a giggle passed your lips, paired with a nod, “Y-yeah, I’m always free for coffee. Are you free tomorrow?”
“I am! I’ll meet you at the coffee shop just outside campus? Around 10?”
“Yeah! Sounds perfect!”
“Perfect.”
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Fear hit him as soon as he got home. How was he supposed to explain to a human girl – one that wasn’t even from here, no less – that he was a werewolf? Wouldn’t you run away screaming? And then he’d have to go after you because you’re his mate and he can’t resist his instincts.
He knew you probably felt the draw to him because that’s what he was always told about imprinting. Obviously, the feeling was a lot more intense for him, but his mate was supposed to feel it too. So maybe telling you wouldn’t be so awful?
It definitely wasn’t going to be fun, though.
“Why do you have that look on your face?” Junhui asked, appearing from the kitchen with his mouth half full just as Wonwoo walked through the door. “It’s like you just saw Soonyoung naked…again.”
Seungcheol appeared behind the younger boy, studying Wonwoo carefully, “You do look kind of freaked out. Did you…do something?”
Wonwoo knew what Seungcheol was trying to ask: did he shift at all? Wonwoo quickly shook his head, “No, no. Everything’s fine.”
“Doesn’t look like it.”
Mingyu finally entered behind him, placing a strong hand on Wonwoo’s shoulder, “One of us has finally imprinted.”
Junhui coughed up whatever was in his mouth while Seungcheol’s eyes widened in surprise. They knew mating happened for every werewolf eventually, they just didn’t think Wonwoo would be the first one in their large pack. They especially didn’t think it would happen so suddenly. He went to school as always, and suddenly came home in love?
“On who?!” Seguncehol questioned, looking between the two boys.
Junhui pounded a fist on his chest and cleared his throat before speaking, “This is a joke, right?”
Wonwoo sighed and shook his head, almost looking sad about it, even though his heart couldn’t be happier, “It’s true. There’s a new library assistant and she’s a foreign student.”
“She’s cute but…scary,” Mingyu admitted. “She’s a lot taller than most girls…”
Junhui raised an eyebrow, “So she must be some recluse book nerd like you too, huh?”
Seungcheol lightly hit the younger’s chest, “C’mon, don’t tease him that much. I’m happy for you, Wonwoo!”
Wonwoo smiled sheepishly, a soft blush coming to his face, “Thanks, Cheol. But now we have a date and I’m kinda…freaking out.”
“You don’t have to tell her right away,” Mingyu shrugged. “As far as anyone knows, you’re just a normal human student.”
“But she’s the one I’m destined to spend the rest of my life with,” he sighed, dropping his head into his hands and letting out a soft groan. “If I fuck this up, I’ll be sad and alone forever; like Junhui.”
“Hey!” the Chinese boy whined, huffing and stomping back to the kitchen.
“I’m sure you’ll be fine as long as you don’t shift,” Seungcheol chuckled, shaking his head at how worked up Wonwoo already was about his date with this girl. “Just act as you always do.”
That was easier said than done. Being around you made him want to do stupid things like hold you in his arms and kiss you until your lips were swollen and the two of you were out of breath. Even just controlling the urge to make weird, content grumbles and growls was hard for him because you just affected him that much. How was he supposed to act normal?
He just sighed and carried on past the oldest and up the stairs, going to his room to panic in peace. Knowing they couldn’t do much to help, Seungcheol and Mingyu just watched him go, hoping things worked out for him.
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You weren’t hard to miss. You were one of the tallest people standing in line. Wonwoo strolled up to her, fixing his denim jacket and pushing up his glasses before he actually approached her.
“Hey, _____,” he said quietly with a soft smile.
You turned your head to look at him and grinned from ear to ear, ”Hello.”
Your smile in his dreams last night weren’t nearly as bright and wonderful as your real smile. He couldn’t help the happy grumble deep in his chest, but he did manage to stop himself from wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you to him.
“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting long. I’m…pretty nervous,” he admitted with a chuckle, scratching the back of his head. “How are you, though?”
You giggled, your shoulders lifting as you stretched your arms down at your side, balling up your hands since you didn’t know what to do with them, “Don’t worry, I’ve never even been on a date before. I think I’m the bigger nervous wreck between the two of us.”
Just hearing you call it a date instead of him assuming it was made his heart beat so loudly he was sure everyone in the café could hear it. He blushed red and opted to look at his shoes instead of you. Him breaking eye contact relieved you because he couldn’t see the look of horror when you realized you’d slipped up and called this a date, but seeing his shy smile brought relief to you.
A giggle passed your lips when you looked at him because you thought he just looked so damn cute -- when you first saw him, you thought he was handsome, but god, did he also look intimidating -- which pushed his instincts to nag at him more. Thankfully, Wonwoo seemed overall harmless, and very very cute.
You stepped forward in line to the counter to order. You both ordered your drinks – to go because you suggested a walk in the park just down the street from campus – and Wonwoo pulled out his wallet to pay for both drinks. You placed a hand over his, making his hand twitch to hold it before remembering he had to control himself.
“You don’t have to pay for me,” you told him softly, as if you were scared to go against him.
You were definitely a shy one, that was for sure. But he found it endearing.
He just shrugged, handing over the money anyway, “I want to.”
When he got the change back, he placed it in the cup for tips before he went to stand off to the side with you, subconsciously placing a hand in the middle of your back to guide you. You didn’t protest, though, and just moved with him. Still not realizing his hand was on you, he began rubbing your back over your jacket with his thumb, his wolf rumbling with content.
He finally realized what he was doing when your body moved into his side to get out of the way of the incoming morning rush, and your head tilted down as you stared at your phone, messaging someone on some app in a language he couldn’t read -- he did recognize it was English, though. He suddenly stiffened – you didn’t notice since you stayed where you were – and processed the situation. However, despite telling himself he’d give you personal space, he didn’t make a move to stop the closeness. You seemed comfortable with it, after all, so why stop? He assumed you were feeling the connection too.
Your orders were called and the two of you went to retrieve them, thanking the barista before leaving the café. Wonwoo held the door for you, earning a smile and a shy, “thank you,” before you were outside and making your way toward the park.
It was a sunny autumn day outside, so it was really warm in the sunlight, but cooler in the shade. Looking at your outfit that consisted of black leggings that hugged her long legs perfectly, and a loosely fitted t-shirt, he was a bit worried you’d start to feel colder.
‘Give her your jacket, idiot,’ he thought to himself, internally rolling his eyes at how oblivious he was.
“So what’re you majoring in?” you asked him, looking around at the foliage before turning to him.
Since you didn’t seem to be cold yet, he just carried on with the conversation instead of offering you his jacket, “Um, I’m trying to become a literature teacher.”
“I can see you being a lit teacher,” you admitted with a laugh, looking him over. “Seeing you in the library, you kinda looked like you belonged there.”
“I am there almost every day,” he shrugged with a grin of his own, not realizing he had reached for your hand until your fingers were laced together, sending his heart into a racing frenzy.
He looked over at you, looking for any traces of you being uncomfortable. When he saw none except for the smile you tried to conceal with your hair, he continued to hold your hand in his, squeezing it every now and again because he was just so happy. He never wanted his time with you to end.
So he decided he would tell you, just not today.
#ficscafe#seventeen#wonwoo#wonwoo au#seventeen au#wonwoo imagine#wonwoo scenario#wonwoo series#wonwoo fanfic#wonwoo x reader#werewolf!wonwoo#seventeen imagine#seventeen scenario#seventeen series#seventeen fanfic#seventeen x reader#werewolf!seventeen
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Hi Faye! (人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ+ Congrats on finally being free for the summer, I hope you'll enjoy your break to your heart's content ♡
Kissing the RFA event sounds super fun, can't wait to read about our favorite gang getting the smooches they deserve lolol
Anyways, may I request the ''neither of us know what we're doing'' kisses for Ray? This promt is so cute, and it made me think of him instantly 🥺
Hi Mia! I hope you’re doing well! I’ve definitely been enjoying my break, it was needed 😅
Thank you for the request! I really liked this combination, it was super fun to write! I hope you enjoy <3
Ray - "Neither of us know what we're doing" kisses
Ray knows a lot. He taught himself everything he knows (everything that the Saviour didn’t, at least). He studied tirelessly until his skills rivalled his brother’s. He’s incredibly smart, though he wouldn’t often admit it. He was used to living his life under the belief that nothing was more powerful than his devotion to Mint Eye. To the Saviour.
That was until he saw you for the first time. Being led to him, blindfolded, reaching one hand out to the sound of his voice. That’s all it took for his entire world to shift.
He quickly brought you inside, into your room. The faster you were inside, the faster he could take off your blindfold. He wanted you to see him too, to fall the same way he was falling now. He needed you to feel it too, so that he wouldn’t be alone.
Ray knows a lot. Yet, when you look at him for the first time, eyes wide and earnest, he finds that all his knowledge fails him. He can’t find the words to tell you how you make him feel, can’t make his body move the way he wants it to. All his movements are a bit jerky, his words stilted. He says too much, not enough.
It doesn’t seem to matter, though. As the days go on, you never stop greeting him with that warm smile, never stop telling him that you were thinking about him, never stop worrying for him.
He’s seeing you off at your room again, heart aching at the idea of having to leave you, when you reach for his hand. You intertwine your fingers with his and pull him back to you, a determined look on your face.
“Ray, before you go...just one thing...”
Your hand against the back of his neck, his breath coming in quick gasps. You’re suddenly closer to him than you have ever been, and his knees go weak. You look into his eyes, trying to find any hesitation. You won’t find any there, his whole body is begging you to come closer.
“I’ve never done anything like this before,” he says, barely a whisper.
He expects you to be disappointed, but your smile doesn’t waver. “It’s okay. Neither have I.”
He should already know this. He knows everything about you. Yet, the confession makes him giddy.
You kiss him for the first time and it’s soft, your tentative lips pressed against his.
And oh, he knows nothing at all.
When he takes the elixir, he feels like his senses are amplified. He becomes more sensitive to sounds, lights, colours. The saviour always told him that it was the true beauty of the world being revealed to him.
It can’t be true. The world has never been brighter than it is now, even with his eyes closed. His skin has never burned like this. Your scent envelops him, and the world spins under his feet. Nothing could be more beautiful than you in this moment, kissing him so tenderly that he might melt.
It’s over too fast. You pull away to gauge his reaction, cheeks flushed and giggling, but he doesn’t let you go far. He moves his hand to mirror yours, his fingertips against the back of your neck, his thumb resting against your cheekbone. Your skin is soft against his and he’s thrilled to see the blush on your cheeks.
He may not know much, but he’s a fast learner. He pulls you back to him with a newfound confidence, his free hand cupping the other side of your face. Your hand slips up the back of his head and tangles into his hair as he kisses you again, deeper this time.
For you, he’s willing to learn everything again.
#kissing the rfa#mystic messenger#mystic messenger ray#mysme ray#mystic messenger saeran choi#mysme saeran choi#saeran choi#my writing
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Hi!
I don’t know if you are taking requests but a fluffy/smutty second part to the anthony gala fic would be absolutely lovely
Hello Nonny!
Thank you so much for reading Gala, I'm so glad you liked it! It was born out of silliness and everyone's intense thirst at seeing JB's Met Gala photos 😅 I should never say never, but I don't currently have plans for a sequel. I'll add it to the prompt pile and maybe inspiration will strike but it's not on the docket right now.
However, you are in luck that there are a TON of hot Business Anthony smut fics by some talented friends of mine. I highly recommend reading:
Lord Bridgerton's List Day 27 by @colettebronte and really just her entire catalog of work. She is the Anthony smut Queen!
Powerful by @thebabblingbrookenook and the rest of her Anthony stories too: all x Reader with modern, corporate Anthony. They are absolute 🔥
Are We Friends and its sequel More Than Friends by @fayes-fics and once again - just read all her Anthony stories, they won't disappoint
Thank you again for reaching out. It means a lot! 💙
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But Not Forgotten
ship: Spike x Reader
tags: Death and greiving, unhealthy greiving, Jet is the best Mom Friend™
summary:In the months following Spike's death, Reader finally comes to terms with what happened.
word count: 1201
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
a/n: Depression trigiloy go brrrrrrrr, also part 3 to the “Not Coming Back” series
“A hunt well ended,” Jet said with a smile, raising his bottle, and I reluctantly returned the gesture.
“Sure is,” I said with a sigh, looking around.
The Bebop is awful empty these days.
Ed and Ein were happily on Earth, Faye had gone who knows where, and… Well it was just Jet and myself left.
We still hunted bounties all the same. Granted, with fewer numbers, we had to take the small fry and were hardly making enough to get by ourselves, never mind the endless list of maintenance the Bebop needed.
But today we bagged a big one. The leader of a gang on Mars that was attempting to take power now that the Syndicate was decimated.
Jet and I helped ourselves to some food and for once, not bottom-shelf beers.
Speaking of the beers, I had just finished off my third.
“Well, I guess I should head to bed. Can’t drink away all our money,” Jet chuckled at that, “Night.”
“Night kid, rest easy.” He said as I left the living room.
“No promises,” I called, entering the hallway.
It’s always so quiet now.
The sound of my footsteps seemed to echo endlessly, no matter where on the ship I was.
When I stopped walking, I was in front of a familiar shut door.
Spike’s room.
We hadn’t cleared it out, not in the few months, it had been since… Everything happened. It was essentially a time capsule. All that was left of Spike was in there.
I stood there, staring at the metal that blocked my way.
I meant to go to my room, how did I end up here?
Options weighed in my head. Do I go in? Do I go to my room?
While I mentally debated with myself, my body seemingly acted on its own, and the next thing I knew, I was inside Spike's room, the door sliding closed behind me.
I had seen his room before on a few separate occasions.
Once when Faye dragged me in there to poke through his stuff while he was out. She was disappointed with how little he owned.
Another time was when I had to wake Spike up for a bounty. He was obviously awake, just pretending to be asleep and ignoring me. So I pushed him out of his bed. He was pissed off to say the least, but awake, so it was a job well done.
The last time was when Ein was in his room and apparently he can’t fall asleep with the corgi in there, so I was tasked with removing him. But I knew he was lying, since the day before I caught him sleeping with the dog on his chest.
But now, the room was empty.
A layer of dust had formed on Spike’s few belongings, giving the room a duller appearance. His bed was well made, as it always was.
I found myself frozen in the center of his room, slowly looking around.
Then a feeling of exhaustion took me over. I hadn’t felt this tired in a while.
Maybe I hadn’t fully processed my emotions since that day?
Maybe I hadn’t realized that Spike was gone. Never to return. He would only live in my memories.
Maybe, somewhere in the back of my brain, some strange optimistic part of myself thought he’d come back.
Even though I knew he had died.
He died in my arms after all.
Tears pricked in the corners of my eyes.
That moment replayed in my head, again and again, tens, hundreds, possibly even thousands of times in a matter of seconds.
Tears rolled down my cheeks, to my chin, gathering there before falling to the floor.
And there I stood, silently sobbing, finally feeling something other than the numb dream-like state I had been in for the past few months.
I moved to the nearest surface, Spike’s bed, and sat, hands over my face, palms growing wet with tears, hunched over.
I have no idea how long I sat there, how long I cried. My eyes were stinging from the salt of my tears, my throat ached from all the held-in sobs, and my back hurt from my posture.
I wiped my hands off on my pants, sniffling slightly, and clearing my throat.
“God I’m a mess,” I said to myself, chuckling dryly.
My voice of reason, which had slowly turned into Spike’s voice, spoke in my head.
“What’s got you like this?”
“You,” I spoke aloud.
“Oh. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. It’s just my stupid emotions getting the better of me. I’ll be fine.”
“You’re allowed to have emotions.”
“Not in this profession. Not on this ship.” I murmured.
“That’s exactly what got us into this mess you know.”
“What do you mean?”
“I didn’t… I should’ve talked to you. To Jet. To anyone.”
“Shut up.”
“What?”
“You’re not the real Spike. You’re my stupid idealization of him. He did what he did because he’s a stubborn idiot who’d prefer to suffer in his own mind than talk to any of us.”
“Kinda like you’re doing now?”
“It’s not the same.”
“Oh really? So what are you doing then?”
“I… I don’t know.”
“Then figure it out.”
He stopped talking.
God, I knew it was just me, just my own brain using Spike against me, to finally do something for myself other than wallow in self-pity. But it really felt like I was talking to him, at least for a moment there.
“I’m going crazy, aren’t I?’
Nothing.
Too tired to get up, I kicked my shoes off and laid down on Spike's bed, sleep quickly taking me.
~
The feeling of the foot of the bed dipping down woke me up.
With bleary eyes, I saw Jet sitting there, looking at me, worried.
“What are you doing in here kid?” He asked, and I slowly sat up.
“It’s… It’s a long story.” I spoke, my voice quieter than I expected.
“I’m willing to listen,” Jet said, and I looked at him.
Not-Spike’s words replayed in my head, “Kinda like you’re doing now?”
“Well…” I started, and we talked.
The whole morning we talked, going from Spike’s room to the kitchen, where we both made ourselves breakfast. We talked while we ate, even though Jet insisted I don’t talk with a mouthful of food, which I ignored. We went to the hangar and talked there while Jet tuned up Hammerhead. And finally, we were done.
“I’m glad we did this. It feels good to finally get all this out of my system.” I said, a small weight off of my shoulders.
“Me too, but this isn’t gonna fix everything, you know that, right?”
“Yeah… but it’s a step in the right direction. Communication is good.” I countered.
“It is, and you’re right. This was healthy. How about we do this again? And it doesn't have to just be about Spike. It can be anything.” He offered, and I nodded.
“Same time next week?”
“You got it.”
He went back to work on the Hammerhead, and I left the hangar, for the first time in a while, genuinely content.
Spike may be gone, that’s true.
He is gone, but not forgotten.
#spike spiegel x reader#cowboy bebop#spike x reader#death#i wrote a fuckin trilogy#i blame my friend for this#fuckin trilogy bitch
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Moments
This is a work done together with @03patrickstar ^^
Chapter 1 – Never-Ending Night
⚠️Warning: Violence , Blood , Death
⚠️ This story takes after the final episode of Duskwood. So if you haven't finished the game first, this story contains heavy spoilers.
Summary: It has been almost three years since Jake disappeared without a trace. Everyone went back to their normal lives, and so did Faye. She did her best to forget about him, forget her love for him. But it all changes when Jake comes back. How was he suddenly able to come back to her? What secrets was he keeping from her?
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Another normal, boring day. Faye would go to work and would come back home, entirely exhausted. She took one last look at her phone. Nothing, as usual. Her stomach churned, “Maybe I should just move on,” she muttered to herself.
As if she could.
It's been exactly two years, ten months and thirteen days since Jake disappeared. She was still counting days, contrary to her decision of moving on. Morning passed and noon arrived. She checked her phone habitually, only to be disappointed.
Faye recalled her ex-boyfriend asking every time they fought, "For whom are you so eagerly waiting? You don't have anything to do besides checking your phone every damn minute!" He was a good man. She was a bad woman; his girlfriend who was in love with another man.
She just couldn't help it.
The sense of loneliness that chased her persistently throughout her life, was still after her. Maybe that was the reason she fell so deeply for him. When she learned about Jake's painful past, it wasn't sympathy that ran through her, but empathy.
Always be rational. Don't let useless emotions get in the way. Bewildered of herself, going against her own life motto, Faye clicked her tongue.
She did wait for him, for about one year. Moving on, Faye had several flings, though none could satisfy her. Was that because she had already experienced what love was?
“Love. What a joke. It's not like I really care anyway. Such delusions can't bring me anywhere. If I relied on such foolish thoughts I wouldn't have survived.”
Deceased parents, greedy relatives, hellish life in a rotting orphanage, being chased for insurance money. What a life she lived…
Amidst such sentiments, Faye checked her phone screen in a daze. Again. “I should put an end to this folly.” Scoffing, she noticed a text. Faye halted, her eyes trembling.
An unknown number.
Only one message.
Hello Faye :)
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Numerous men wearing black suits were everywhere. Faye could see everyone clearly as she was on the top of a hill. Everything was clear, akin to a painting. Though it was night, she could spot every single man, who was hiding here and there. Agents surrounded the entire mine. Hannah and Alan nor Richy were nowhere to be seen. They might have gone already, she thought.
Faye noticed a hooded figure. Crawling through the back of the cave, the man seemed wary. Not making a sound. She looked around in a hurry. The men in black suits were hiding, observing his every move. She wanted to let him know.
The figure would never be able to spot every hiding person. Only thanks to where she stood, Faye could catch every detail. Everything would be useless if she took no advantage. Faye grasped her phone, typing in a hurry. Trembling fingers caused numerous typos she never noticed.
The hooded figure didn't seem to care enough to check his phone at the moment. Her feet were cold, her petite body shaking hard, and fear invaded her deepest parts. Still, Faye was desperate. She jumped on her feet and ran hard. She deliberately let the agents see her, hoping that would distract them. But none of them seemed to notice her. Then that was all good, she chanted, shaking off the uneasiness crawling inside her. Faye was just about to catch the hooded man, calling his name…
'Jake!'
Moments passed.
"..."
Faye was back on the hill, but the scenery was different.
Jake was knocked to his knees, a gun pointing at his ebony hair. She screamed. Nothing came out of her lips. No sound at all.
Faye ran towards the mine again. Just when she was about to reach him, she was dragged to the top once more. Nevertheless, Faye kept running, again and again, and every single time was dragged away by an unknowing force. Faye was back at the top of the hill, again.
Her heart sank. Faye couched down, not caring about the damp, dirty ground.
A gunshot induced chaos in the calm and quiet forest.
Through blurry vision, she jerked her head, back to the scene. She had to watch it. At least she should remember him.
A gentle man with a sad soul.
His name was Jake.
His hair was black.
He would call people by their full names and can be really stubborn at times.
Used outdated emojis.
Would get jealous if Phil talked to her.
He would decide everything one-handed if it concerned her safety. Would be slightly annoyed at her sometimes. Would blush at her flirty words from the other side of the screen.
After hesitating for so long, he finally confessed. Said that he was at her mercy.
He loved her dearly.
She was loved…was loved immensely.
His love for her was so immense that it was heartbreaking.
She wept, staring at the bloody mess. Her voice rang throughout the quiet forest.
What use did it have now?
She lost him anyway…
A familiar ceiling welcomed her, as the burning eyes opened. Faye raised her stiffened body up and roughly wiped away the teary mess with trembling hands.
Sighing, Faye checked her phone. 3.37 am. What an idle time to wake up from a horrible nightmare…
Checking on the date, Faye counted, still in a daze from the shock. It has been two years, ten months and thirteen days since that day.
But Jake didn't die.
Faye was sure of it.
Jake promised that they won't be separated. And she believed him.
Honestly. How foolish Faye was…
-To be Continued.
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Oh while I’m here
Cowboy Bebop live action and Yu Yu Hakusho live action
I watched Bebop when it came out. I actually really loved most of it. I was very disappointed with Spike and Faye though, and I realized later it was probably because they never watched the original. I feel like there was nuance lost. If not the fault of “not doing your homework” then the directing should have at least tried to help. It felt like the ennui was completely lost on them. I get having your own approach and all and don’t want or think a 1:1 is necessary or possible but wow. They were sadly not good. Jet, however, I loved him, Mustafa did a great job and I liked his story the most, even and especially the additional backstory they gave him. I got very disappointed towards the end. I think maybe Julia and Vicious Could have worked if it wasn’t over the top soap opera.
The sets design, the staging, it was all so beautiful. You could tell the people involved with the set design LOVED the show. I just wish John Cho and Daniella Pineda were either directed better or bothered to watch the show prior. Could also have just been….. the script… idk why but the overarching episode plots felt good and Jet was phenomenal but everything else was….. not.
The Mad Pierrot episode I was nervous about it being too cheesy but they pulled it off genuinely well. It’s probably my favorite in both the anime and the live.
As for YYH I liked it. It felt interesting while still familiar. I do Not recommend it to anyone who has Not seen the anime. It felt very very reliant on the audience being a fan of the show. But they put a lot of good care into it. The character differences weren’t too bad, Yusuke is a little more aloof than his hot headed anime counterpart, but I got over it quickly in the second or third episode. Kuwabara’s actir was so fun, and the English dub of him did a good job without overtly copying Christopher Sabat.
I was a tiny bit disappointed in Kurama’s hair choice, I think all of the cast could have benefitted a little from taking hairstyle and makeup advice from Old School Visual Kei, but their outfits were nice. I actually really loved that Kurama’s uniform was a rose brocade. A beautiful detail that helped prevent it from being boring. The special effects were pretty good, a tiny bit cheesy but not off putting.
I LOVED the Toguro brothers though holy shit. And Karasu my BELOVED. I thought Sakyo’s actor was such a handsome choice. I usually picture Sakyo as more Pretty Boy / Clsssic Bishounen but Inagaki is a great actor and soooo handsome. And Gonzo. All the villains were actually so fucking good. But I LOVED the Toguro brothers especially older the most. Vile little shit head bastard. I love him.
Seeing. Koenma. As a real life adult human. With a pacifier. Really puts how silly his character design is to perspective. I loved it.
Honestly not bad. Cheesy, but fun.
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