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hongjoongsslvt · 3 months

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ITS YOU -CHOI SAN (MDNI)

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WC: 1.6k

Pairing: Roommate San X Roommate Reader Genre:University AU, childhood close friemds to lovers, Common best friends, Wooyoung and Yeosang, Reader is taller than San

Warnings: fem! Bodied reader, mild cursing, suggestive, reader is referred as kitten, MDNI

That's all i can think about ≽^•༚•^≼

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I have everything I wanted, university's top student in academics, enviously good at both physical and E-sports, basically you name it and I am either too good at it to be called a beginner or I have already learnt about it in my life more than anything I had my childhood best friend and rival who is equally good at stuff.

For as long as I can remember, San and I have been together. We went to the same middle school, high school, and university, so it made sense for us to move into the apartment together. But I had a big problem because of this rooming together.

I've had a major crush on Choi San for a long time. I've had it since we first met, but I made the decision to keep it a secret and carry it into death out of concern that if I ever made a move on him, I would lose our friendship.

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"Ayo Mate! Hurry up! I'm eager to test out this new mouse and write a review". In our shared game room, I yell while reclined in my comfortable gaming chair.

We have saved up enough money to furnish a comfortable apartment with the newest gaming equipment thanks to our accomplishments in hackathons, martial arts competitions, and streaming.

"Dude-c'mere and help me get this!" He seemed to be shouting, but it was barely audible. I moved out of the room to assist him with whatever it was, and as I did, I noticed that the man was in the storage room. He was wearing gray satin pajamas with the top two buttons undone, exposing his muscular pecs, a face mask, and a head band on. He was also tiptoeing to get his new keyboard, which was high on the shelf. "So adorable," I thought.

He jolted forward as I inadvertently brushed my breasts against him as I walked behind him and tiptoed to grab the keyboard. For a brief minute, I swear it felt amazing not having to wear a bra because the dark-colored, slightly baggy pajamas I was wearing nicely covered up my breasts. However, I chose to act like nothing had occurred.

"Having a Giantess in the dungeon is mad handy!" He patted my shoulder in appreciation and said, "Let's review your mouse and keyboard before he leaves the room like a cat jumping."

Yes, I am taller than my crush, but it doesn't really worry me because my 180 cm height got me hired as a model for several local magazines, which helped me be paid for new electronics and gaming accessories. However, I doubt San, who prides himself on being powerful, domineering, and manly, will ever consider dating a woman who is taller than him.

I sighed as I entered the room and saw two familiar faces: Kang Yeosang and Jung Wooyoung, our lads next door. The first had jet black hair, a gorgeous birthmark at the corner of his eye, and a deep, honey voice. The other had brilliant red hair and laughed like a witch.

"Wasssap Female Titan!" Wooyoung said as he got off my gaming chair to dab me up while yeosang nodded and gave me a fist bump and wacked the red haired boy. At the start of the year, the four of us really clicked because they were both excellent game designers. We are currently working together to design and build an independent game.

As I posted the schedule for the weekend in our group chat, I added, "Let's hit the library and the gym after the stream ends." We all four gathered together and began to stream information on products and collaborations, with Wooyoung constantly dropping spoilers and Yeosang and San, as always, delighting viewers with their distinct brand of deadpan humor. and San's sporadic, for reasons I'm not interested in knowing, staring.

By the time we finished streaming, it was close to 5 o'clock, and Wooyoung and Yeosang had to leave me and San alone since they had to pass our study session at the library and attend a significant lecture. It was expected since they both frequently went to seminars to get ideas for their game designs.

As I go into my own room to change and get ready for the night, I playfully tell him, "You better choose your outfit quickly before I barge in and break your kneecaps." We unintentionally became identical in black tank tops and sweatpants, but it didn't bother either of us. Even though I was dressed the same, I felt quite different. His large biceps, slim waist, and broad shoulders were all well-represented by the attire.

I got the other person to laugh as I flexed my biceps, triceps, and lats in front of a mirror, saying, "Oh boy, look at my guns and wings," hoping to release some of the tension building up inside of me. I had the perfect amount of muscle and curves to my body, luckily.

"Bet" he said, flexing his muscles and standing directly in front of me. God, he looks so ethereal and Greek god coded that I've temporarily lost my ability to process things. The doorbell ringing was one of them. San moved back to confront the person at the door, forgetting that I was right behind him. I again felt him brush against my breasts accidently, jerking and acting as if he hadn't touched before continuing.

We have done whatever we had planned for the day, without much convos outside the work, and without knowing a week has already passed already, with the tormenting "accidental" brushing against my breasts and ass, cooking food, cleaning room, doing laundry and other chores despite it being my turn to do. All these felt as if he had some hidden intentions behind them, but i decided to play it dumb till he comes out clear.

I made the decision this Sunday to give Wooyoung a call and tell him about my predicament making it the perfect time as Yeosang had piano lessons to attend and San was preoccupied with grocery shopping.

"HE'S 100% INTO YOU TITAN, TRUST ME" Wooyoung screams making me instantly whack his head.

"What was that for?" Wooyoung snarled and rubbed his head as I struck him. "Do you really suppose San rubs against every girl's ass and tits, remaining courteous and refusing to accept confessions?"-" I could almost see his wolfy, naughty smirk as he was ready to continue when his phone went off. wondering why he did this.

"Titan! Do you have anything sexy to wear? I realize I sound strange but trust me eh?" His hands are already enthusiastically going through my clothes in the closet mid way of the question.

"I don't think I do?" I said "Mate, why all of a sudden?"

He was too preoccupied digging through my closet to respond. A few minutes later, his witchy chuckle took me completely by surprise.

"BITCH- YOU NEVER TOLD YOU OWNED A BUNNY COSTUME?" he screamed, making me go deaf almost.

"It's not that I'm insecure about my height; it's just that I've never tried stuff like that," I remarked, leaning onto the door. "I got that as a gift from a stupid friend of mine," I said.

"let me cook" He said.

After what seemed like an eternity, he made me wear a costume of a bunny, but with cat ears in place of the bunny ears. He also lightly styled my hair, applied smeared lipstick, and made me wear Yeosang's fishnet tights. Upon seeing my progress, Wooyoung seemed happy and led me into the living room, where the lights were dimmed a bit.

"Damn! dude, i thought you were flatboard-" Wooyoung was about to start talking when an obviously irate San stormed into the home, dropped groceries at the door, and came right toward us. I swear, in my twenty years of living, I have never seen San look so upset.

"Too bad, Mate!, too late" Wooyoung said as he gave San's shoulder a pat before leaving the our house.

"San-"

"Is it true that you are sending semi nudes to mr.Lee?" He inquired, obviously furious

I was so perplexed for a moment that I just stood there.

"Yeosang said that Wooyoung was helping you take pics"

Now that it was all coming together, it was clear to me why they were rushing to a lecture on Sunday in the first place—they never go to seminars on Sundays!

"I love you, It have always been you and only you,I loved you since the moment we met in the school"San said in a voice that seemed shattered."Why Mr.Lee? is it because he is taller and much more appealing than me, because he is caring and kind?, I swear atleast I never thought height was a thing to be considered to love a person"

My mind went blank listening to those words, is it for real? or am i tweaking? this must definitely be a dream, there's no way San loves me, but soon i was brought back to reality from my thoughts by the sudden hug.

"Dude, that's why you were fucking brushing against my breasts and ass the entire past week, coz you thought imma date Mr.Lee?" I questioned him "Bitch, no shit my nips were crazy sensitive"

He replied, his tone falling several octaves as he crept nearer and eye-fucked me till I hit the wall. "It's your fault for being irresistibly cute and sexy." He grabbed my neck, held me to the wall, and bent me slightly so he could plant a kiss.

"Kitten you are merely 4 to 5 cm taller, that doesn't mean that i can't lift you up, bend you over and fuck you senseless"

Oh boy, I hope i will make it out alive by tomorrow morning.

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softwiingz · 9 months

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𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑬 𝑻𝑶 𝑭𝑰𝑽𝑬 ♥︎

𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲… mr. o’hara is always ready to help you when stuff gets too hard around the office, he’s just waiting for his sweet pup to return the favor…

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠!: o’hara. m, chubby! fem! reader ♡

𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝!: my first post >< very excited, might be a bit rusty but i hope you enjoy! please heed the content warnings -3- (power dynamics and abuse of power, groping, reader is a bit ditzy and clueless n is also wearing make up n a skirt!, spanking, sex in the work place, miguel calls reader puppy and other names such as sweetheart and princess, fingering, clothes ripping, minors this is not for you dni <3) i might make a part 2 we shall see :3 wc is a lil over 2k!!

the copier isn’t working again, your freshly manicured nail taps at the screen frantically as if that would make the gears start turning as they should within the machine, at least that’s how you think it should be. you have things to do, emails to write back to. but you’re stuck at the copier machine, the error button flashing a fluorescent red that just plucks your nerves. “come on, stupid thing!” you pout, ready to just give up and ask for help until you feel a presence approaching from behind, the familiar scent of musk with notes of blueberry becoming stronger and helping you pin point exactly who’s coming from behind.

“is everything alright here?” the man questions. miguel o’hara, business operations supervisor, your supervisor. his voice is a low, deep timbre that you could feel, startling the butterflies that rested within you, causing you to forget your initial problem. “um it’s the copier again… it’s never really liked me, always jamming up when i need to copy a few things it’s so-“ you take a minute to remember where you are “so very frustrating… mr. o’hara. i know you helped me before, do you think you could help me again? i promise i’ll remember next time.” your mascara coated lashes flutter as you peer up at him, waiting eagerly as always for him to save you.

he can’t help but chuckle to himself, a glimpse of his canine peeks through his smile as he starts to speak. “you’ll have to write this down, what if there’s a day where i can’t help you, hm?” he teases, there being a slight condescending tone that’s smothered in a sweetness you aren’t able to catch. you hang on to every word that leaves his lips, and he knows that. he revels in it actually, the way you nod and “uh huh” with every step or instruction he gives you, the way those sugary, plump lips part when the gears in your brain start to turn. the lost puppy trope suits you, he thinks to himself, it's rather amusing observing you try to navigate things just to turn around and ask for him to rescue you. mr. o’hara, what does this email mean? mr. o’hara, this report isn’t pulling up! could you take a look, please? it's the whine in your voice, the small whimper when you don’t get your way initially that sets him off in the best way possible.

after a few trial runs, the light of the copier flashes, indicating that it’s now back to it's normal functionings. it spits out your needed papers and you can’t help but express your happiness, gleefully cheering as sparkles waltz in your eyes “oh mr. o’hara you’re a life saver! thank you, thank you!” skipping away in your own little world you don’t feel the way your superior looks at you, observing the way your tight little skirt hugs your curves. delicious supple thighs pudging where the skirt ends, the slight jiggle of your ass that causes his cock to fatten, slacks growing uncomfortably tight.

he also can’t help but observe the way your other colleagues are looking at you. at his puppy, practically undressing you with their eyes and eye fucking you senseless. he can’t help the twitch in his eye, tension building in his jaw as it tightens and constricts with agitation. he’ll have to correct this somehow…

he can’t have this.

5:27pm

you stare at the 27 with anticipation, nails click clacking at the lettered keys as you hope for 5:30pm to hit. you can’t wait to go home to your kitty, pepper, to catch up on that one popular kdrama lyla recommended about the attorney, to have some sweets your neighbor baked for you yesterday! you just can’t wait to unwind and be in the comfort of your home, not at a stuffy poorly lit office, home.

5:29pm

you’re packing up your things and tidying up your scattered documents into neat piles for tomorrow, sending one last email before your inbox flashes, indicating an incoming message that could wait until tomorrow… that is until you read who sent the email.

inbox (1): miguel o’hara. and it’s marked with high importance…

it’s a little after 5:30pm, 5:36pm to be exact. there’s a silence and energy in the room that feels…different. usually the atmosphere here is normal, flashes of you peeking your head in to ask for help come to mind, his familiar smile greeting you. it’s not an uncomfortable feeling you’re experiencing, it’s just…different. it’s not until miguel starts to speak that you feel an abundance of heat ignite in your chest. “just to preference this, you aren’t in any kind of trouble, okay? i wanted to speak with you about one small little thing. is that okay?” you nod slowly, trying to think what you could have done to be called to his office.

he stands up from his desk, the chair legs scratching at the integrity of the wooden floor beneath. in his hand is a black, metal standard ruler, the ones you remember from elementary school. he walks over to you slowly, painfully slow, until he’s behind the chair you’re seated in. “m-mr. o’ha-“ you're cut off, his heavy calloused hands rest on your shoulders, taking in the way you jump slightly at his touch. “stand up for me?” he instructs in almost a whisper, tapping the ruler on the outer part of your right thigh. “oh! um, okay sir.” doing as you’re told like always, you rise from your seat, tugging at the hem of your skirt as to prevent miguel from seeing the baby blue lace underneath.

“you’re familiar with the dress code, correct?” he questions, his tone baritone as he steps closer, the ruler now placed at your thigh. miguel’s cologne has grown pungent now, his musky scent overwhelming your senses as you answer honestly. “um…a little. is it my skirt, mr. o’hara?” he quirks up a brow. you’re playing coy, knowing full well you’re in his office because of this little number you chose to wear this morning. “i thought wearing tights with it would make it more acceptable, m’sorry.” oh you’re sorry? he thought. his jaw clenches slightly as he focuses on the fullness of your hips, watching as your thighs rub together nervously in that little skirt. yeah, he wanted to see just how sorry you really were…

“m-mr. o’hara!”

you can’t really help the squeak that leaves your glossy lips, the whine of his name fattening miguel’s cock as you’re pushed over his desk, your breasts squished against the glossy wooden surface. you can’t see what he’s doing but you can feel him, the warm air that’s exhaled fanning against your ass, coarse hands kneading your doughy thighs. you aren’t able to see the hunger in this man’s eyes, pupils slightly blown as he takes in your sweet natural scent. “my my, this is a short skirt,” he tsks, reprimanding you condescendingly as his fingertips dimple your skin, small crescents making their mark. “go ahead and spread those legs for me, hm? show mr. o’hara just how sorry you are.”

you can’t help the tension that coils and contorts deep in your core, thighs hugging together as your ass squirms in the air. is this…allowed? what he’s doing? you know it’s not, this is definitely a fireable offense and a definite abuse of power. but…it felt good…the way he’s groping and grabbing at your ass, the pressure from the weight of his body on yours, the tight grip he had on your wrists moments ago. it’s why you’ve been hugging your legs together, trying to subside that want and desire that’s rapidly starting to awaken.

slowly your legs spread apart, aromas of your favorite body butter and sweet natural scent lure him to the soft, supple skin of your inner thighs. miguel swears he’s been granted the key to glory, your glory. “like this, mr. miguel?” god the way you mewl his name has him gripping at the fabric of your nylon tights, the threads ripping and snapping as he tears it from your shape. he palms at your ass, smacking it and watching as it jiggles. “mhm, just like that and keep them spread.” he commands in a deep growl like groan, earning a small whimper from you as you nod. you haven’t been touched like this in so long, your last fling barely able to make you wet let alone find your clit. but miguel has you writhing for his touch, your hips shifting in anticipation for what he’s going to do.

the calloused pads of his thumb caress the seat of your panties, toying with the damp stain slick with your arousal. “mm you were getting wet this whole time, sweetheart? should have said something and i would have taken care of this sooner.” you whine as his thumb presses into the lacey fabric, the pressure applied to your sensitive clit. the want and need turns into ache as he continues to play with your cunt, his thick fingers massaging and spreading your slick coated lips apart just to push them together again. his mouth latched on to your thigh, suckling and licking at the skin. you were soaking wet, practically dripping as miguel’s digits were saturated in your lust. “i’m sorry if i’m teasing, i’ve just dreamt of having the honor to make this sweet pussy drip for me. i know she needs a lot of attention, just like you, no?” he rasps breathlessly as he places a small kiss to your ass.

your fingers frantically pull the baby blue lace to the side, you’re embarrassed at just how soaked your panties were from just teasing, what were you gonna be like if this went any further? “please…no more teasing mr. miguel… i- i can’t take it anymore…” your voice was dripping with desperation as you looked over your shoulder, catching the hunger in miguel’s eyes through your peripheral.

you start to run your fingers through your folds slick with your sweetness, tapping at your buzzy clit before whimpering for your superior. “make me cum, sir…i need to…” before another word leaves your lips you feel two thick fingers prod at you before slowly delving into your sloppy heat. you can’t help but flutter around him as he starts to pump them in and out, curling his fingers and letting the pads of them massage the spongy rings of muscle sucking him in. your moans were like a symphony to miguel, the saccharine flutter of your cries for him were almost enough for him to stuff you full of his cock, pounding into you just as he’s imagined when fisting his cock to the thought of you. but for now he’ll have to settle.

his mouth latches onto your aching clit, letting the tip of his tongue work the sensitive bud as you wail from the stimulation. “oh! m-miguel i’m gonna! if you-!!” he doesn’t head your warnings as his tongue flicks at it, suckling as his fingers continue to pump you full. he almost dared to add a third. “if i what? tell me, princess,” he taunts, smacking your ass with the ruler and getting off to the way you clench around him with each impact. “fuck! i’m gonna-!” you wail, tears bubbling in your lash line as they trickle down the apples of your cheeks, muddied with mascara. your mind was hazy from the pleasure and pain, nothing but sweet babblings fell from your lips as miguel continued to toy with your pussy.

“i think she’s ready to cum, it’s what you wanted after all.” he sneers, his fingers brushed against a spot within you that sent you right over the edge, your legs beginning to shake uncontrollably as your pleasure reached the peak. miguel’s hand rubbed over the fullness of your ass, massaging the marks left from the impact of the ruler, even kissing a few. he pulled his fingers out of your dripping heat, a string of your slick connecting them to you until it dissipated. his finger were coated down to the knuckle, some of it daring to dribble down his forearm before he licks it away, savoring your flavor.

you were left in a daze, your mind still fuzzy as your cunt fluttered around nothing. you wished it didn’t have to end, the desire to be fucked dumb on his desk another want of yours. you try to voice that but talking isn’t coming to you easy right now, and miguel picks up on that. he shushes you before fixing your clothes and hair for you, wiping your face of smeared make up so that the evening cleaning staff doesn’t jump to accurate conclusions. “let’s get you home, then we can discuss… future mandatory meetings.” you can’t help but nod dumbly, to be expected of his sweet puppy, you hug onto his forearm while you remain in your dream like state, your mind clouded with bliss thanks to mr. o’hara’s help.

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nomizombie · 5 months

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(2) Fanboy!König x Rockstar!GN!Reader 🎸🎤🎶

[SFW/Wholesome] ; more rocking out!!!! Mutual pining, gender neutral, no usage of y/n!!! Author has never been to a concert or been a rockstar, not proofread…

[A/N] ; ty for all the nice comments on my last post! my face is gonna be sore from all that smiling 😭😭 heres a continuation from the last part, hope you enjoy!!! :)))

Part 1

Your hand hovered over the call button. Would it be so bad to call him? I mean, he did write his number down. The least you could do is call it. Thats normal. Yeah, that’s completely normal.

You tapped the call button and waited (for 3 seconds) until you heard the familiar click.

Silence.

“Hello?” You called out.

More silence.

“This is König right?”

Even more silence. Unbeknownst to you, König was a trembling mess on the other end. He parted his lips and no sound came out.

“Ah, I’ll just hang up then. Must’ve been a wrong number-“

“The albums. Thank you for signing them.” A meek voice spoke.

“So you are there after all!”

You hear nervous laughter on the other end.

“Sorry. Um. Whats the word? Starstruck?”

You couldn’t help but giggle.

“‘s alright, König.” His name was getting easier to say the more you said it.

More silence.

“Your singing. It was great.” He spoke again. This time a bit more confident.

“Well, I would assume so since you have so much merch of me.”

“Ah. Right.”

More silence. He was a lot more awkward over the phone.

“So… do you like the band or do you like me?”

Even more silence. Maybe you pushed too far. Maybe a guy like him doesn’t like teasing-

“You. You’re a good singer.“

You chuckled as you heard his response. Nevermind that, teasing him was fun. You could imagine the shaky hands as he held his phone, the pink tips of his ears, and the quietness as he thought of a response. How cute.

“Only good?

You pushed further.

More silence.

“It’s amazing. I’m in a trance when I listen to you.”

Now it was your turn to blush from your cheeks to your neck. Such simple words but it felt so good coming from him.

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You had never texted with someone so much. Especially not someone as kind as him.

Every waking second, you spent tapping away on your phone. Before you fell asleep, in between shows, even during a meal with your bandmates.

It started off simple. You sent him a quick thank you message for the necklace and he responded with an also simple thanks for the handshake. Then, he followed up with another message complimenting your performance, and that might've been when you started expecting his texts.

Weeks later, you two continued to talk nearly everyday. Obviously, people began to notice. Your small smiles and giggles were frequent enough that even your manager got suspicious.

“Got someone special?” She snickered as she gripped the steering wheel. You couldn’t see her face but you just knew that she was raising a brow at the rapid screen smacking of your phone.

“Huh?- No! Its just a friend…” you quickly clarified.

Her eyebrow climbed a little higher as she gave you the look in the rear view mirror.

“Doesn’t seem like just a friend.” She laughed again, noticing your red cheeks, "Hey, I won’t get mad, I promise.”

Your cheeks continued to burn as she tilted her head to the side, silver earrings dangling and clinking as she waited.

“Okay, fine. He’s a fan from our December show.” You sighed. You really couldn’t hide anything from her, could you?

She gasped, “A fan?! Gasp! Our lead singer is into groupies!”

“He’s not a groupie! Its just- How do I explain this… He’s really fun to talk to.” This time your entire face burned.

“Fun, huh? Well I will warn you, dating a fan never goes well. Be careful alright? Can’t have our star vocalist getting heart broken now, can we?” She tutted her finger at you. Surely an experienced warning.

Before long you had arrived at the concert hall. This gig was probably the biggest youve had in months. Hundreds- no, thousands would be here tonight, watching you play. But, you could care less about the numbers, you only needed one person to come, the massive fanboy that you’ve been texting everyday the last few weeks.

You hands reach for your phone.

- im here at the venue. you almost here?

- Yes. Almost. Good luck with your show.

You two had been texting for weeks now, nearly everyday (or more accurately every hour) but he was still super formal with you. It was almost a little adorable that he still felt nervous interacting with you.

- awesome!! see ya :D

The typing animation played for a long time, disappearing and reappearing a few times before he finally responded.

- See you soon. 👍

An emoji. That's new. You grinned at the thought of him struggling to text you but that was quickly forgotten when you felt a cold hand on your shoulder.

"Stop texting your friend and start your warm ups! People are starting to come inside!" Your manager growled before quickly ushering you into your changing room.

By the time you stepped onto the stage, you were still struggling to rid your mind of thoughts of him. It's funny how much this boy has completely taken over your brain. But nevertheless, you greeted the crowd, strummed your electric guitar and started off with a new song. This one about your most recent obsession.

As you sang, walking from stage end-to-end you found yourself scanning the crowd for your favorite fan. But, oddly enough, he was nowhere to be found.

"That's odd." You muttered under your breath. Seriously. You have a massive audience tonight and the only thing on your mind right now is König? Get your head in the game.

Sweat beads dripped down your neck as you jumped up and down on stage, hyping up the crowd as you continued to hit ever note. The music was the only thing you could think about. You soon fell into the groove of the song, but yet, he still remained at the back of your mind.

With one final strum, you sank to your knees, panting. When's the last time you had really felt the rhythm? You smiled. Your new obsession was your muse.

As you trudged off stage, a damp mess dragging your feet behind you, you suddenly hit a wall. A very tall and solid wall.

You hissed, rubbing your sore nose as you opened your eyes. Once again, the worn out logo of your band crowded your vision. Your gaze travelled upwards as you finally realized that this wall, is in fact, not a wall.

A pair of beady eyes in a balaclava stared down at you.

"Hi." He said quietly.

"K-König! What are you doing offstage?!" You suddenly remembered how sticky and dewy your skin was, how damp your shirt was and the crazed, frizzy hair. You smoothed your hair out and wiped your face on the sleeve of your shirt frantically.

"Why are you here?" You asked a bit more calmer this time.

His ears turned a light red as he averted his gaze.

"Well... I wanted to watch you from here... and your manager… let me in." He breathed. Pausing in between words as he grew a little redder.

"My manager- her?!" Your calmness had left just as fast as it appeared.

He blinked at you. A few seconds of silence before nodding his head and rubbing his neck nervously.

"Ja, that's right."

"Holy shit- wait, how'd she know who you are..?" You asked curiously. You had never once mentioned his name or described him to her.

"Oh, uh..." He thought for a moment, finding the words in English.

"She's my... How do I say, like- aunt but not, kind of like my mother's friend." He muttered the last part quickly.

That explained the collection of exclusive merch.

Noticing your confusion, he continued, "Ah, it's not important. Your voice, lovely as always."

"Thank you, König." You grinned at him, your eyes squinting as you smiled.

His eyes widened before squinting as well. The way you said his name always made his heart jump in his chest. Meanwhile, you just couldn't get enough of his eye-smile.

The conversation was silent again. He stared anxiously at you before lowering his head.

“Can I… ask you something?”

“Of course, shoot away.”

He went quiet, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, before continuing.

"Well- do you, um..." His signature stuttering and stumbling over his words.

You hummed curiously.

"Do you want to get a-a drink together? Later? I'll wait for your autograph session and then I was wondering if you wanted to go out perhaps, of course you don't have to it was a stupid question, wasn't it? Excuse me then, I shouldn't have asked-"

"Of course. I would love to," you cut him off. His rambling was strangely... endearing?

Shock filled his eyes before he chuckled nervously.

"Ah. Sorry- I got a little anxious."

"It's okay!" You laughed. How was this behemoth man so cute? “What time?"

"I'll text you." He smiled and you noticed how his eyes crinkled when he did. That was never going to leave your memory, was it?

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littlefanficprincess · 3 months

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I want to see your pretty face

Oneshot

Pair: Tord (post end) x reader

Song: One woman Army (Porcelain Black)

Part 2

(A/n): Tord doesn't appear yet, but I want to first bridge the gap between meetings.

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How long has it been since I've seen Tord? 2...3 years, maybe 4?

It doesn't really matter to me, I just hope that he is alright. To keep my mind off things, I began to work out. Run around the block a few times every morning, do some yoga and going to the gym atleast twice a week.

I never got the answer on why Tord was on that wanted poster, there were more wanted posters everyday. Makes me wonder what he did to be wanted for that much money.

It was currently morning, I was on my morning run when I noticed a flyer on the ground. I grab it from the concrete floor and let me gaze glide across it. It seemed old, it had small tears and faded colors.

Red Army

+47 12345678

'Red Army? I don't think I've ever heard of it. It wouldn't hurt giving it a call, I'm kinda curious' I fold the flyer and stuff it into my pocket.

Once I had finished my jog, I enter my house and sits down on the couch. I pull put my phone and the flyer. I carefully type in the number into my phone.

Ring...Ring..."Hello, this is Senna Akuna from the Red Army. How may I help you?" A woman voice was on the other side, she sound like she was in her mid-thirties.

"My name is (Y/n) (L/n). I found a flyer on the street about the red army, I was curious on what the Red Army is" I chimes, fiddling with end of my shirt.

The woman on the other side lets a groan "Paul said he got rid of them all. Well the Red Army is an organisation which has the goal to change the world. It has existed for many years"

"Is there anyway to join it?"

"There is indeed ons, I could set up an appointment to see if you're fit. It's alright if you refuse. I will warn you that if you leak this information, you will be assassinated" She informs.

"Well, isn't that just comforting. I am intrested in joining"

"Ofcourse. I have a spot for you on Monday the 27th at 2:30, Is that a good time for you?"

"Yes, where should I go?"

"Go to the abandoned walnut factory outside town, there you will be picked up by a car. Which will bring you the base, you will be escorted to my office. I will see you then, have a nice day"

"You too" I press on the hang up button, and let out a huff. The idea of being in an army sounds thrilling and also exciting. I'd say I'm pretty fit and thanks to all those times where me and Tord went to the shooting range. Even if I was rusty, I still knew how to use a gun.

┏━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━┓

Timeskip

┗━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━┛

(Y/n) taps her foot against the concrete. She has been waiting for a few minutes, feeling the breeze blow past her.

A car pulls up, the windows were too dark to see inside. The window of it slightly lowers, just enough to hear what is going on inside, but not see inside.

"(Y/n) (L/n)?" A voice inside questions.

"That's me" (Y/n) answers, nodding.The back door opens, inviting her in. She enters the car, sitting down on the seat. She closes the door as the car takes off.

┏━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━┓

Timeskip

┗━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━┛

She was dropped off at a big building, it was black and red. She carefully the approaches the enterance, noticing a red button next to the door.

Reaching out, she presses it. A click could heard and the door opens. (Y/n) enters, cautiously, looking around.

"You must be (Y/n)" A voice says. Making (Y/n) turn towards the source finding a man. He was wearing a red sweater, with a blue overcoat over it. He had brown hair with split bangs.

"The one and only" The girl responds. She eyes the name tag on his uniform 'Patryck'.

"Follow me" Patryck turns his back, using his hand to motion for the girl to follow. He leads her to an office, it was a silent between them. Patryck found the girl familiar but couldn't place his finger on where he saw her. He knocks on the door.

"Who is it?" (Y/n) hears the same voice she spoke to on the phone.

"It's Patryck, I have (Y/n) (L/n) with me" Patryck speaks."Right, Patryck, you can leave. (L/n), please enter"

Patryck gives a small wave, before walking off to somewhere. (Y/n) turns to the door, opening it and walking through it.

There was a desk with a woman sitting behind it. She had dark colored hair and a suit with a red tie. She motions for the girl to take a seat infront of the desk, which she does.

"I have looked at your portfolio, I'm quite impressed. I heard that you often visited a shooting ranch, is that correct?" Senna explains, looking at the person on the other side of the desk.

"Oh yeah, like...6 years I think. It was mostly with my friend Tord, I haven't seen him in a long time, so I stopped visiting" (Y/n) replies, scratching her cheek.

Senna hums "interesting" she writes something on a paper next to, she puts the pen down "Your future will be discussed, I'll give you a call next week"

#fanfic #x reader #eddsworld #eddsworld x reader #tord x reader #ew tord #red leader #oneshot #ew patryck

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iamcautiouslyoptimistic · 3 months

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Do You Remember? ~ Bell & the Safe-house Crew

{Author's Note} Been thinking about my Bell lately and listening to The Beach Boys gave me an idea. Nothing too long but I thought it'd be fun to explore a little bit of the relationships between MACV-SOG and Bell. The song title just happened to fit perfectly with the idea so I went with it. I may post more like this in the future cuz I'm having fun with my OCs lol🤭 hope you guys like it and let me know what you think❤️

‼️Content Warning: none ❌

Lazar had been the one to gift her the Walkman. To Bell, it looked like nothing more than a simple rectangle made of sleek aluminum. She turned it over in her hands, eyes wide as she took in every detail of the rather strange contraption.

"It's a nifty new gadget," Lazar said with a smile. "Plays music through these when you plug 'em in." He handed her the headphones, gesturing for her to put them over her ears as he plugged them into the correct port. He quickly popped a random cassette in and pressed the play button. Faint music echoed from the headphones' cushioned speakers and the sudden noise made Bell smile.

"Neat, huh?"

Bell nodded as she let the headphones dangle around her neck. "Where did you get it?"

Lazar chuckled rather nervously. "Park and I saw it at that store we were hiding in when you went searching through Kraus' place. Thought you would enjoy it since you're always decrypting the evidence we find. It'll keep you from getting bored."

"For me?" Bell wondered in surprise and Lazar dipped his head. Another smile touched her lips. "Thank you. That's very kind of you."

"Don't worry about it," he told her and placed a bag of cassettes on the desk before her. "Courtesy of Mason and Woods. They picked out some classics for you."

Bell immediately began to rifle through the bag as Lazar walked off, eventually settling on a Beach Boys cassette as she'd heard the name mentioned on the safe-house radio at one point. Lazar shared a glance and a smile with Park and the pair left Bell to her own devices.

Popping in the cassette just as she'd seen Lazar do it, she pressed down on the play button again and music began to drift through the speakers into her ears.

"Well now do you remember

All the guys that gave us rock 'n' roll?"

Blue eyes fluttered closed as Bell let her thoughts follow the song's rhythm, offering a brief escape from the risk and occasional monotony that came with her role in MACV-SOG.

"Yeah the critics kept a-knocking

But the stars kept a-rocking

And the choppin' didn't get very far"

She bobbed her head to the beat, mouthing the lyrics as they began to become more and more familiar.

"Let's hear the high voice wail,

And hear the voice down low"

She didn't hear Adler approach, only noticing his presence when he clicked the stop button on the Walkman. Bell slid the headphones off her ears and met his steely gaze, his eyes forever hidden behind those shades of his.

"We've got a job to do, Bell."

She straightened at his words, feeling her mind clear of the sleep that had been lingering at the edges of her thoughts.

"We need these decrypted by tomorrow," Adler told her as he tapped a finger on the folders beside her. Bell simply nodded and turned her attention back to the evidence they'd gathered. Lyrics danced on her tongue as she focused on her work, newfound energy spurring her onward despite her exhaustion.

"Well now, do you remember

Do you remember, do you remember?"

#Ren's writing #mine mine mine #my oc: helina bell soldatova #my oc #original character #oc #bell oc #bell #call of duty oc #cod oc #call of duty #cod #call of duty black ops cold war #cod bocw #eleazar azoulay #helen park #russell adler

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chaoticloving · 2 years

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aftermath

harry styles x actress!reader

summary: harry and y/n not only deal with being hungover, but their personal lives not being so personal anymore. harry feels guilty--and a little in love too. (see masterlist for universe summary <3)

w/c: 3k

w: hungoverness (?), spelling errors (sorry english isn't my first language), like two suggestive jokes--smut in future chapters

a/n: first of all 1k notes on the first installment?!?! thank you all so much, that's crazy!! also you do not need to read the previous 'chapter' to understand this, but it would make more sense if you do (and I would also appreciate it)!

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Feb 2012…still

Harry slept like he never did before. He can’t quite remember his dreams when he gets violently woken up by Niall, but he remembers what he felt during his sleep. He had his own little theories of what he was dreaming about, more like who he was dreaming of, but he doesn't have to tell Niall that–who has a shit-faced smirk on his face.

“Why the fuck did you have to wake me like that?” Harry groans, looking at his surroundings and realizing they are in what appears to be in Zayn’s hotel room, judging from the amount of his clothing littered throughout the room. “What’s your problem, huh?”

“I was just curious about who your little friend is from last night.” The blond chided, practically tearing the raggedy blanket that was on its last leg off from Harry. “You have to give me the details.”

“H-how do you know about her?” Harry’s voice littered with sleep as his eyes just got accustomed to the light.

“I went on Instagram like everyone else and saw your post–”

Harry practically jumped off from the cold hardwood hotel floor and searched the large room for his phone. When he finally found it, his hands were shaking as he typed in his password and clicked the little instagram app icon. His notifications were flooded more than usual, but he checked his account and saw he had one post, and it was all too familiar.

Harry isn’t that active on social media from a posting standpoint, he only really consumes. Occasionally, he will steal one of his friends' phones and type some random stuff and post it but that was mainly on Twitter and nothing personal would be shown; just some random words that made the victim of one of his pranks seem drunk. But he never posted from his account.

Until now, apparently.

He clicked on the photo and it was the same photo that he took of him and Y/n last night. Y/n had a growing smile on her face while Harry’s smile completely showed all of his teeth–it was a silly photo of just friends, hopefully that's what the media would think; but Harry wasn't so optimistic.

Harry was still getting used to the fame and all of the attention. It could be positive, or more times than not it would be negative, and as scared as he is to go on online to see what people are saying, he is more concerned with Y/n.

He clicked on her profile, and it was nice. A little hectic yet somehow professional–clearly used by Y/n. He clicked the follow button, but figured that's not as dramatic as the photo.

He did an ass move and posted a photo of them together–he knows that she knows what people would think, nothing could stir up more drama then that; especially with that being the first and only photo he’s ever posted on his very public account that is gaining new followers this second.

The new wave of followers seemed to be fan accounts of her. A significant portion had Y/n’s name in the username and the others seemed to be fan accounts of The Hunger Games and Les Miserable–most of which had her as the main focus of their account. But what surprised him the most were accounts with both of her name and his name together. It made him blush and almost forget Niall was in the room with him.

“Are you lookin’ at the photo of you two?” Nail asked, peering over Harry’s shoulder to instead find him creeping on accounts that weren’t just fan pages of one of them, but of both of them together. “They’re makin’ edits of you guys already, Jesus, do these people ever sleep?”

“Shut up.” Was all Harry could say in his embarrassed voice.

“Sad thing is you didn’t even introduce us.” Niall tutted. “Can’t wait to tell her about that sock I found--”

“I didn’t mean to post this.” Harry admitted, going to his contacts to text her after it really sunk in what he had done.

“Well obviously.” Naill laughed. “That's what's great about it–”

“No seriously, she’s gonna hate me.” Harry started panicking, writing out this long apology text to Y/n, explaining how he didn’t mean to post that photo of you two and how he is so sorry for all of the hell breaking loose. He couldn’t even imagine what she was going through right now.

“I just met her last night and we just talked. I didn’t ask her to date or anything–”

“Get your asses up! We gotta leave in thirty!” They heard Liam shout through the door. Harry was terrified as he pushed send without reading the text over beforehand. And of course he embarrassed himself further by finding at least five typos within the first third of the message.

“She’s going to hate me forever, Niall.” Harry whined, genuinely on the verge of crying which would only make his hangover worse and cause him to spiral. He leaned into his friend and Niall had to hold back a laugh.

“It’s cool man. I’m sure she completely understands that it’s a harmless photo–”

“But it’s not!” He groans. Niall, having enough of Harry’s behavior, snatches his phone away. “Give it back.”

“No. You need to focus.” Naill says. “I know you and you’ll end up being all whiney and not being able to work today.” Naill heads towards the door, keeping Harry’s phone out of reach.

“But–”

“Go cry in the bathroom and get changed. I’m not letting you have this back until you’ve gotten out of this.”

Y/n woke up completely hungover from the night before, not to mention she barely got any sleep last night. As she snuck back to her hotel and nearly collapsed when she saw her bed, not bothering to charge her phone, causing it to be dead by the time she woke up. Luckly, her manual alarm woke her up for wardrobe

She changed into comfy clothes that she knew she would be changing out of soon enough, and left for the set. The hotel was rented out for the cast and crew of Les Miserable as it was right on set and such a convenience for everyone, but that meant that everyone could see Y/n making her way out to set if they were up.

She got a couple of glances as she was on her way out, she assumed it was because they knew she snuck out. There was no rule saying that cast and crew members couldn’t leave site, but what ever they did couldn't infringe on their contract; Y/n still made an effort to not make her leave too noticeable out of guilt and knowing that it could possibly lead to an unpleasant rumor about herself. But she was on time and normal, just hungover.

She was relieved to find a dear friend of hers, Helena Bonham Carter, in wardrobe as well. She was like an on-set mother to Y/n, always so caring and nice to her but gave her tips and advice for where she could improve–they were given with all of the kindness in the world so Y/n never minded.

Helena smiled when she saw Y/n walk in. “Hello lovely.” She quickly engulfed Y/n in a hug then pulled back, slightly frowning. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, just tired and I have this headache–”

“From that party right?” Y/n sighed as Helena said that. She didn’t know how she–and what seemed like everyone–found out, but Y/n wasn't surprised.

“How do you know I went out?” Y/n asked her eyes scanning the room incase of any listening ears.

“Your little boyfriends post–”

“What boyfriend?” Y/n nervously laughed. She was nervous as first of all, whoever this boyfriend was, and second, what did they post of her. A part of Y/n thought Liam had posted something, not that she remembered being with him or his phone pointed towards her. The old time she knew that there was a photo of her taken was with Harry.

“The singing guy in the boy band. The one with the sideswept lego hair–”

“Harry?”

“Yes, and you two make a cute couple. Don’t know why you were curling his hair though, it seemed curly enough.”

“Does everyone here know?” Y/n asked Helena and she thought about it then nodded. “God.”

“Lots of online articles have been circulating, hun. Especially since you have the Hunger Games movie coming out next month which makes you more relevant and your boyfriends going on tour–”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” She sighed. “Can I see your phone? Mines dead.”

Helena nodded and gave it to the nervous girl infront of her. She placed her arm on Y/n’s shoulder in support as Y/n typed in her name along with Harry Styles. So much came up.

The first article said that they’re now dating, but apparently for the past few years. Another said they were engaged and so did the following one. A bunch of stereotypical rumors–some included pregnancy, which she was not looking forward to denying it to her parents and having that conversation–but there was one in particular that caught her eye.

Wanna-be star Y/n is now dating One direction heartthrob Harry Styles as a weak attempt to rise to fame!

That pissed Y/n off. If anything, Harry would be using her for fame, because as of right now, she is worth way more as he is. But even that was beside the point, she looked at the photo again and they both seemed to be happy, and maybe sort of in love–how could that one interaction prove that she is using him for fame?

“Maybe I should take that back…” Helena pried her phone away from Y/n’s hand as the young girl stared off into space, lost in thought. “Sweetie, you should go get into costume and practice your lines.”

Helena ushered Y/n off to the waiting crew member to get her into costume as she just went along, too stunned to do much.

Like usual, the day was long. So long in fact, she hasn't been able to sneak away to her room and charge her phone. A part of her didn’t want to see all of her notifications on her phone though. She didn’t want to talk to her friends and family about it, quite frankly she just wanted to sit with Marmalade and Sugar in her flat in London, maybe have a chat with her close friend Alex who is currently pet-sitting them--some ice cream would be nice too.

But she pushes through the day looking like she’s been dragged through the dirt–while presumably being dragged online for a harmless photo. When she finally can leave, she practically sprints up to the room. She opens the door then slams it shut behind her. She plugs her phone in and then goes into the bathroom to have a shower and try to destress.

It was late, and she must’ve yawned hundreds of times in the shower as she rubbed all of the prosthetic dirt off of her face and body. She reluctantly left the warmth of the shower, dried her body and hair then did her face routine. It all went quicker than she would’ve liked, because she knew that she had to go on her phone and that would be a problem of itself.

She settles in the comfort of her home away from home bed and preps for the worst.

Her phone is charged and she is terrified.

The first thing she sees is an alarming amount of missed calls along with her voicemail overflowing from calls from her siblings and parents. Her messages were the same. But she procrastinated going through those, instead she went to instagram. Of course she looked up Harry and saw that he was following her so she followed back–she does hope they are friends after all, although Y/n would understand that this situation wouldn’t make the best start. She clicked on the photo and smiled; he did look pretty, she would like to see him smile like that again–in person.

She made the mistake of looking at the comments. Some were in shock, others were compliments, and of course, the rest were plain rude. She did what was best for her and closed out of the app, now moving onto the next challenge.

She got back to her PR team first, all who said that the photo was really harmless and they could make a statement if that was what Y/n wanted. She thanked Vivian, the head of the team, and texted that if it didn’t die down within the next week then she would consider it. She then texted Alex, who she assured that it meant nothing and would call when she felt like she could breathe.

Y/n reluctantly texted her family in a groupchat, saying that she was not seeing anyone and all rumors are false–she just made a friend and took a funny photo with them. She also ignored their individual messages, not bothering to read them.

The last thing she saw were messages from an unknown number. They had awful spelling and were incoherent but so clearly from the boy who got them into this mess.

She was stopped when a call came through. She answered when she saw the familiar number.

“Y/n?”

“Harry?”

“Oh my god, I am so so sorry for gettin’ you in this drama. I completely understand if you don’t want to talk or be near me again–”

“Harry, calm down. I am not mad at you.” Y/n interrupted him when sense rambling coming.

Harry whined on the other end of the call. “But I posted the photo, a-and now some magazine thinks we’re having fucking twins–”

“That isn’t your fault.” She reminded him, then sighed. “Look, I am not happy about this at all. I don’t like being called a gold digger and having these rumors circulate; but there is nothing we can do.”

“I can take the photo down, Louis might have to help me though because apparently I keep fucking everything up.” He groaned, pushing his head into his pillow on the bed; currently on his way to the next site for practice in northern England. “What can I do to make you feel better?”

Y/n didn’t really know what to say. Honestly, she would like his company and everyone to forget about the photo, but there was nothing realistic he had to offer. She did appreciate the sentiment though.

“Maybe you can just talk.” She asked, albeit, in a softer voice than before. “Talking helped me sleep last time, and–I think we just need a distraction.”

Harry was a little stunned, but that didn’t stop the smile on his face. “Yeah, so today I woke up with the worst hangover ever. Then proceeded to go to rehearsals and then get shimmed into the tour bus with Niall who conveniently forgot to shower after dancing for like two hours straight–swear I can smell him from here.”

“Are you on the bus now?”

“Yeah, think we’re goin to some studio in Manchester–”

“That’s close to where you grew up right?”

“Yeah, wait, how did you know?” He smiled when she said that–did she look him up? He thought it would make it even since he looked up Y/n.

“No, just from your accent. Got Sugar from up there.” She chuckled.

"Sugar is the cat, right?"

"Yup."

"Knew it." He chided. “I gotta admit; I'm a little sad you didn't look me up.”

“Have you looked me up?” She asked charmingly, and of course, it made Harry’s face turn red.

“Uh, no?” He was tired, but Y/n hummed an okay that got Harry to crack. “Okay, so I might have looked you up on instagram and might have creeped on your page.”

“Anything else?”

“Might’ve watched a few clips of you actin’.” He tried to shrug it off, but he really didn’t want to end up confessing he read her whole wiki page–grant it, it’s not super long, but he was curious and truly fascinated by her; he couldn’t wait to get to know more about her.

“Well, what did you think?” Y/n thinks she knows what clips he’s talking about. Most likely leaked scenes from Les Mis that she knew were circulating, or it was the trailers for the movies–either way she’s flattered.

“Enough to know you deserve a Grammy.”

“You mean an Oscar?” She laughed and Harry just sighed and internally yelled at himself.

“If you have music on the brain you can focus on that if you wa–”

“No! I really like this little late night talkin sesh. Very nice to talk to you.” He admits, sweat now starting to form on his forehead. This was being bold, even for him. “I also just want to make you happy. I know everything is going to be shit for the next couple of days.”

“Ugh, we just need to wait till some other celebrity posts nudes or something.” She groaned, making Harry smile. “But you’re right, this just needs to blow over.”

“Wish I was around to make you feel better.” He sighed, rubbing his eyes, but that’s when an idea popped into his head. “Hey, um, I don't know if this is too soon but when are you done filming?” He asks, biting his lip.

“I think in March, why?”

“You should come to one of our concerts in April then, we’re taking a break from touring till then but I’m gonna be doin all of this work but I would like to see you soon, if you’re okay with that.”

Harry's heart stoped while he waited for an answer.

“Definitely, we are just starting reshoots and Tom doesn’t think there will be much to do.” She told him excitedly. “Where is it?”

“Sydney…”

She paused. “As in Sydney, Australia?”

“Yup.”

Another pause. “Y’know what, sure.”

“Really? I can send travel plans now if you want–”

“That can wait for tomorrow. Just tell me I’m not going to regret flying out there for a One Direction concert.”

“Thought you were flying out for me?” Harry said with faux sadness.

“What do you mean? I've always been a die hard Directioner.”

"Really?"

"Yeah." She smiles. "Ever since I saw they had this really cute member with curly hair, I've been obsessed."

Harry blushed, his cheeks feeling warm. "As someone who is in One Direction, can I tell you something?"

"Sure."

"The one with curly hair thinks you're cute too."

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wip · 1 year

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Hi! I like what you guys have been doing with the place.

I have a bit of a strange issue. Every couple of days, I find my account following random blogs that I'm sure I didn't deliberately follow. Sometimes the names are familiar -- maybe I've seen one of their recent original posts or reblogs, for example -- and some I have no impression of at all.

I've turned off XKit, but it hasn't seemed to have helped. I do have a couple of other Firefox extensions that can read and change website data, but they shouldn't be clicking any buttons or links and I haven't tried turning those off.

I was wondering, have you heard of anyone else experiencing this issue, and do you have a clue how to start debugging it?

Answer: Hello there @circumference-pie.

This can be related to a bug with the follow button in the reblog trail on iOS. We have a fix on the way, so it should be solved soon! Keep an eye out here, or at @changes, and don’t hesitate to open a Support ticket if the issue still happens! Thank you for reaching out!

Best,

—Julia

#bugs #following #backend

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necroneos · 2 months

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How to use shaders on Maruki's battle model to fix shading issues

DISCLAIMER: I am in no way, shape or form obligated to do this. However, I write this so that anybody who wants to use Maruki’s model has the knowledge to do so. I know that a lot of people with custom models of their OCs primarily use MMD and instead of keeping the wall of ‘experience’ up between MMD users and those familiar enough with Blender, I decided to write this of my own volition so everybody can enjoy him.

Please, please, please read part 1 before you jump in because I will not be providing screenshots for some of the steps I already covered in part 1.

I'm just gonna say this now: Maruki's metaverse battle outfit is a pain.

It's not difficult, but it just requires an extra step and once or twice you might run into a 'huh? What did I do wrong?'

Let me explain:

Completely untouched, Maruki looks likes this (I hid the cloak for visibility of his golden outfit):

For this part of his outfit, it's fine to use C_Default

But then you get to this

The metal parts of his outfit. Instead of using C_Default, we have to use C_Complex. It already looks shiny like metal, right? Well Maruki has a texture, that when applied, mimics the appearance of reflection. And C_Default only has three options: base color, highlights, and shadows. And this texture doesn't fall under any of those categories. It's a visual effect. But thankfully a Twitter user I shall not name in respect for their privacy has showed me how to properly apply it.

Right here I've only used the shader and proper textures for the cloth part of his outfit (the golden parts)

Untouched, his plating shading looks like this:

It has a box for reflection, which I assume means that yeah it has to reflect. Now this is what the C_Complex looks like

looks a whole more complicated, huh? Well, thankfully I know how to fix that, thanks to the aforementioned Twitter user. (Note: Just like the highlight texture with C_SkinFace, you can skip the texture called 'normal' in this. The only thing to do, in order to properly obtain the reflective effect, is to get rid of whatever texture it's trying to use and leave it with nothing. If you don't want the reflective look, keep the dummy texture there.)

First, zoom in and stop here

See the box that says 'a copy so that the original texture still has UV0'? Inside is another box that's called 'Texture Coordinate'. Click and hold down on the circle labeled 'Reflection'. Then drag it and connect it to the circle labeled 'Vector' on the 'Reflection Texture'. It should look like this:

After that, click and hold down on the circle labeled 'Color' on that same 'Reflection Texture' box. Drag it to this box and connect it to 'B'.

Doing this makes it so that when that reflection texture is applied that it will reflect how it's supposed to. These settings apply to both the metal parts on his body and the mask he wears.

Without the reflection texture added to the metal, he looks like this:

The texture in question that will make the metal reflect is this pic

when applied, Maruki will look like this:

You may wonder 'what the hell is up with the white? Did I do it wrong?'. Nope, you did not. That's just the light reflecting. When you turn him around in a circle, you'll notice that the appearance will change depending on the angle you're viewing him.

One thing to note, however:

See these on his chest?

Unlike the metal chest-belt disaster that's his outfit, you can't use the textures for his body suit on these button things. For these, I suggest using C_Default instead or else they won't be visible. Contrary to what may make sense, you instead use the texture for his mask for these chest buttons.

If you use his full body texture:

when you use his mask texture instead:

And that's it! My final post will just be on observations I've made regarding his model.

#takuto maruki #tutorial #mmd #tagged mmd because this is meant for people who primarily use mmd but want to work with maruki's model #and maruki's model just doesn't work in mmd #persona 5 #persona 5 royal

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gummybugg · 11 months

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Do you have any favorites among your characters? If so, where do they live and what kind of house do they have (if they have a house)? Also, what does "home" mean to them?

It is under my impression I did not click the "post" button! So here's a late reply!

Sorry for the late answer, but thanks for the ask! Answering this for Blair (from Crater City), because why not?

He lives in in a rather Sketchy part of the titular city where the apartments are relatively affordable (due in part because he doesn't know how to manage his own cash). Inside, it's relatively average and not something to brag about, necessarily.

Blair tends to leave things in places where he'd find them best. So that means clothes strewn around his bedroom, an entire junk bin under his bed, books/notepads laying in areas he uses them most, and hundreds of disregarded sticky notes piling on the wall near the entryway. And a black mold problem! (The mold thrives in the small spare room, so no one really goes in there. Its name is probably Venom or something like that. But without all the cool powers.) I'd like to think his apartment is 2 bed 2 bath, not sure why that detail is important.

What does "Home" mean to Blair? Home is a place he can kick of his shoes and be himself Unapologetically. He doesn't have to worry about being called a freak (due to his saying inappropriate things, fidgeting, yelling, running from the law, etc.). It's the place he and his best friends (Rose + Elijah) can hang out and not have to worry about the impending doom of the post-apocalypse. No scary dentists, no pushy cultists, and no homicidal rude uncles.

Home is where Blair can take off his heroic mask and have the space to be scared without worrying others. For him, home can be found surrounded in familiar objects or people!

...

🚗 Want to rot your brain with each sporadic Crater City post? Join the taglist! Maybe I'll finish this wip someday, who knows! (ask to be added/removed):

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#thanks for the ask!#crater city wip #answered asks #my wip #my oc #blair #home is also in elijah's arms bc he gives the best hugs I'm sure #I promise I'm alive #Just slightly to the left

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kingsuckjin · 3 years

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Company Policy -JJK

- Pairing: coworker Jungkook x reader

- Genre: established relationship? Sort of

- Rating:18+

- Words: 5k

- Summary: Eight months. Eight months you have regretted breaking off being fuck buddies with your hot coworker. You were so afraid of being caught with him but now that you’ve had time to think, would it really be so bad as long as you could have him all to yourself again? Does he even like you anymore? Has he moved on? All you know is it’s been eight months since you’ve had sex, he’s been all you could think about. Now he’s looking pretty hot at this office party.

- Warnings: pining, explicit content, public sex, they fuck on a coworker’s desk, public sex, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, heavy dirty talk, brief mention of oral sex and a ton of other past sexual acts like thigh riding and hair pulling, kind of jealous tattooed kook, not voyurism but someone else is there at some point, and finally a dash of fluff.

- A/n: This post is a commission for the ARMY for AAPI Justice and Advocacy Event. Please click >here< to find more resources and consider donating to the cause! Thank you so incredibly much to the donor @lcksndkys for donating and commissioning this, you are an absolute angel, I hope you know that. I might’ve gotten a bit carried away and wrote a few thousand more words than planned, but you deserve it.

“Morning,”

“Morning.” Was the greeting between you and Jungkook every morning when you stepped into the elevator, coffee in hand.

That was it, that was all you ever said to each other anymore. His smell always floated around the confined space making your mind flashback to what once was before you quickly pushed it away from your brain.

Neither of you ever said anything about it, it was like it had never even happened and sometimes you wonder if it even had or if your brain had made up everything that had happened eight months ago from your frequent dirty thoughts of your coworker. It felt like a lifetime ago. The familiarity of him, his smell, his smile, his voice along with the cold distance, avoidance to even look at you, and the constant wonder of him having someone else made you a little sick at your stomach.

You had decided to break things off… as if either of you were any more than fuck buddies. You knew that if anyone at work had ever found out about the two of you, you’d most likely both be fired. No banging other employees was a pretty strict policy there and you remembered the two nice ladies that were fired last year for it, you remembered it because your boss had made such an example of it.

You had been more than paranoid when you and Jungkook were boning for a whole month, you both had been so secretive even going as far as to have each other park down the street from your houses when the other came over. It didn’t help that you lived with your sister and didn’t want her to know you were sneaking someone in the house and screwing them. It also didn’t help that his roommate worked there too and didn’t get along at times. It didn’t seem like all the effort to sneak around was worth it at the time, but now you felt like you had a mistake.

As you took your seat behind the reception desk and began to put away your things for the morning, you just kept stealing glimpses of him doing the same at his cubicle. Every morning he would put his black messenger bag under his desk, turn on his computer, and roll the sleeves of his white button-up shirt up to reveal one very tattooed arm. His wavy hair was usually put back into a half ponytail for professionalism and probably so he could see, but there were always strands that managed to escape his hair elastic throughout the day. It was painful mentally at times having a view of him but trying not to look, it was painful knowing he wouldn’t look back at you anymore. You could still feel what it was like when he had glanced at you and smiled at you, your heart sped up at just the thought.

“Ugh why are you always here so early, you leave before I even wake up.” his roommate,Jimin, had walked in, looking great as usual but a bit tired in the face. He was lingering around Jungkook’s desk with his things still in hand.

“I like to be prepared, unlike you.” Jungkook joked back with a smile but you knew it was just more than a joke, Jungkook really didn't care for Jimin, he was a bit too spiteful towards him sometimes.

He had always come in early, you both were typically the first ones here besides the janitor. You had to be, your boss liked you here nice and early to greet everyone as they walked in.

“You coming to the thing tonight? The boss is letting us have booze.” Jimin asked him.

You felt like you really shouldn’t be paying attention to the conversation so you went back to sipping your coffee and getting ready to start the day.

“Hey.”

It nearly scared you to death as you rummaged through your bag under the desk for your chapstick. Your body jolted up to see Jimin leaning one arm on the reception counter.

“What?” you asked in confusion, wondering what he was now doing hanging around you with such a sly smirk.

“Well good morning to you too. Are you going to the party tonight? Boss is having a thing to celebrate meeting our yearly product sales goal.”

“I… haven’t thought about it, why?” you were honest, it didn’t mean anything to you.

“I know we have this policy, but you should think about going with me.” he gave you a wink that made you raise your eyebrows in surprise. “We could come here and have a few drinks and a good time, then we could go back to my place and-”

“How about we don’t? We could just not do that.” you gave him a very fake smile.

Sudden loud coughing erupted through the room making you both look over at the source.

Jungkook was doubled over with his coffee still in his hand.

“You good?” Jimin asked him casually and Jungkook gave a thumbs up to show he was fine, even though his big eyes were slightly teary before holding up his coffee cup to signify he had strangled on his coffee.

“Anyway, if you’re worried about someone saying something about us, you could just come separately and we could just see what happens…”

“I’m not worried because there is no us, Jimin. I’ll come, but let’s not see what happens, and let’s not even speak.”

“Your loss. At least I’ll have Jungkook there with me.” Jimin responded along with a shrug to your savage words before walking away.

You looked over to Jungkook to make sure he hadn’t died because he was no longer choking, you just wanted to make sure he was still breathing but your eyes were met with his. He was giving you this gaze before he raised his eyebrows at you with a slight momentary smirk, it all only lasted less than a split second before he adjusted his black tie and turned back around to face his desk.

How could he be so casual with a look like that at you? How could he be so casual with everything that had happened between you? You had no idea what that look was about but it had your brain so frazzled. It could’ve been nothing, but it was the most interaction you’ve had with him in so long, all it had done was remind you how starved for him you were.

You looked down at your desk feeling your face get a little warm.

Images of that very shirt he was wearing right now, being unbuttoned rapidly with those tattooed fingers in some dark, sketchy hotel room ran through your mind.

“I wish you knew how much I’d go through to be this close to you, to be inside of you.” The memory of his words and hushed voice into your skin gave you goosebumps.

The same man who had said that now sat right over there, not even having tried to flirt with you in the past eight months as you sat here and wondered why you do this to yourself.

Did he still feel that way or had he just meant it at the moment? There were plenty at the moment things that he had said that would flood into your mind just to hurt you when you saw him.

You glanced at him throughout the day as you often did.

You avoided each other on your lunch break, stepping around each other to get to the vending machines in the break room.

You ate at your desk alone while he ate with Jimin in the break room.

Things were the same as they had been, the look he had given you earlier meant nothing, maybe nothing that had happened in the past meant nothing to him too.

Maybe it was all just fun like you both had planned for it to be, if so, why were you still so stuck on it? Why were you stuck on him? You told yourself it was just because he was attractive, the most gorgeous man in the office, but there were just these little things about him you couldn’t get over. The way he stretched and grunted in the morning, you knew the way he liked his coffee, you knew his parents’ names. You had both shared so much of your lives for an entire month almost constantly until you ripped it away from yourself so stupidly. You had both agreed to delete each other’s numbers, but the truth was, you still kept his name in your phone with little hearts by his name. You needed this to end, you needed to stop being so hung up on him because he wasn’t with you. You decided to go to this thing tonight and at least hope for some answers, if you failed to get any you would do your best to stop thinking about him.

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You had talked yourself out of this more than five times already, but you had gotten dressed and ready and made the drive over.

You now sat in the office parking lot just picking lint off of your black dress, not looking forward to how awkward this might be. In your years of working there, you had mostly just kept to yourself… until the thing with Jungkook happened.

“Are you nervous? You look nervous” he gave you a little smile from across the table from the coffee shop. He had asked you to get coffee after work and he could see right through you

“A little.” You had admitted.

“Don’t be shy, it’s just me. It’s just Jungkook, we work together every day.”

“Don’t be nervous.” You found yourself saying out loud to yourself as you gazed out your windshield at the building. “I shouldn’t be. I work with him every day and nothings going to happen anyway.” You hurt yourself a little with the last part. You put a lot more care into how you looked tonight than you wanted to admit.

“It’s just a stupid office party,” you grumbled to yourself before unbuckling your seatbelt and getting out of the car, if it was horrible or boring then you could just go home.

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You didn’t know what you had expected, but it wasn’t this. You had followed the signs to the floor that had held a large meeting room, but it didn’t look like a meeting room now.

It was just a room full of people with a snack table and alcohol. The room was dimmed but there were some cheap party effects lighting things happening. People were laughing and talking over some pop music that wasn’t eardrum-bustlingly loud but you still had to strain to hear over. You spotted a lot of coworkers you saw every day, more that you didn’t know from different departments though. You kind of just went and stood by a wall with your eyes searching faces, not stopping too long on any just in case they might think you were staring at them. Before you had left you wondered if you had been too dressed up, but now you were glad for your little black dress as you saw what the others were wearing. Everyone looked so nice and not at all what you were used to them wearing.

While your eyes were going over who was talking to who, you found him.

In the corner of the room on the opposite end, talking to some girl you had only seen a handful of times. She was touching her hair and smiling at him. He looked so dressed down in his ripped black jeans and a black t-shirt. His tattoos were freed as you had always liked seeing and his hair wasn’t being held back. You had seen him like this multiple times, but had anyone else? He had always looked so good like this, so himself.

Just seeing his hair down reminded you of all the times you had grabbed at it while moaning his name. Seeing him in those black ripped jeans reminded you of all the times he has made you ride his chiseled, hard thighs until you came multiple times.

You felt like you had been kicked in the heart as your brain went back to the present moment and saw her placing a hand on his shoulder.

He laughed at something she had said but took a step back out of her grasp smoothly before giving her a small wave. A few more words were exchanged before she apprehensively walked away from him, heaving him alone to stand at the wall on the other side of the room.

Your eyes darted away from him and over to the snack and drink table, you weren’t planning on getting any, but you wanted to make it look that way.

You felt nervous, he looked good and at least one other person had noticed. You told yourself that the lady who had just spoken to him didn’t know him as you did, she probably just saw a hot guy dressed in black with tattoos… just like you had when you both had started whatever happened. He was more than all of that, to you especially now after you had a lot of time to think about it all.

Although you didn’t want your eyes to, they had darted to him for a split second to see he had his phone out… until he looked up from it at you.

He had seen you, he had seen you looking at him from across the room, but he didn’t react. Instead, his eyes went back down to his phone, and yours went back to the table.

Your phone buzzed in your bag and you decided to fish it out thinking it could help you look busy.

“Hey, it’s Jungkook. I see you :)”

Your heart nearly jumped out of your mouth as you read the text.

He hadn’t deleted your number just like you hadn’t his.

You felt his eyes watching you but you didn’t look up. He was waiting for your reply, but you just stood there dumbfounded that he had just sent you a text from across the room.

“I know.” you had nervously typed different versions of this reply over and over only to erase each time before settling on the most simple reply.

“You look good.” it had taken him no time to reply in comparison to you. You stood there in shock and lost as to what to say to him. You were taking too long because he sent a second text.

“I know that dress. I remember it.”

You had been hoping he would. You had worn this dress on the first night you both had ever done anything. You made out in his car after your coffee date. He had just kept telling you how pretty you looked even with his hand in your underwear. It was hard to resist him from even the first date, you had no idea how you had made it eight months now.

“You look nice too, you always have.” You typed and sent it quickly before you could change your mind.

You watched him run his inked fingers through his hair as he read the text. You could swear you saw a flash of a smile on his face before his thumbs went to work on his phone.

“I miss you.” Popped up on your screen.

Part of you felt like crying a little. You felt his eyes on you once again and you looked up away from your phone to see that your feeling had been correct. You were sure your mouth was open as you locked eyes from across the room. Your phone vibrated again in your hand.

“We should talk.”

“Hey, gorgeous!” Jimin stepped in front of you making you lock your phone. “I know you said let’s not talk but-“

“Then why are you talking to me?”

“How could I not? You’re the prettiest one here.” He smirked but you could smell the alcohol on his breath. You couldn’t help the roll of your eyes.

“Oh hey! I’ve been looking for you!” Jungkook now walked up with a smile at you. “You found her for me and didn’t even know I was looking, thanks, man.” Jungkook seemed to be thanking an equally confused as you Jimin.

“Sorry to bother you about work stuff at a party, but I forgot to earlier. I need the contact info to a client I’ve been working on to sell more products to. It’s wild, it’s like I went to the bathroom one day and the info to this big buyer just kinda… disappeared I guess. So weird, almost like someone has it out for me.” Jungkook gave the fakest joking laugh you had ever seen and Jimin looked a bit wide-eyed. “Anyway, You’re the receptionist so I know you have the contact info for everyone anyway so I was wondering if you could maybe help me out and get it for me? It’s kind of really important and I need it ASAP. Already asked the boss and he said it was cool.”

Jimin had just kind of slinked off silently, but you knew what Jungkook was doing.

“Yeah, Uh of course.” You nodded.

He tilted his head in the direction of the door before you followed him out.

He led you towards the elevator in absolute silence and even as he pushed the button for the floor you both worked on he said nothing.

You were beginning to think he was wanting your help. And then you thought about it more in the silent ride and you felt so stupid. Of course he was wanting your help, he had never said he actually didn’t, not even when Jimin had walked away.

“I can’t believe that asshole sabotaged me like that. My roommate sabotaged my sale.” He mumbled before scoffing as the elevator door opened.

“I-I’ll help.” You said but he passed right by your desk.

“I’m glad you said that.” He replied as he walked over to Jimin’s cubicle.

“What are we doing?” You finally asked.

“Depends…” he raised an eyebrow as he looked back at you. “What do you want me to do?”

You swallowed the lump of nervousness in your throat to speak as you looked into his mischievous-looking dark eyes.

“Whatever you want I guess.”

He lifted you in almost an instant and sat you on Jimin’s desk.

“You know he’s always liked you, right? He would tell on us if he ever found out. You were willing to risk it, right here right now?” He dared.

Instead of speaking you grabbed a fist full of his t-shirt and tugged him down until his lips met yours.

God did you want it. You have wanted for eight long months. You were willing to risk everything after so long without his lips on yours.

You were still nervous but his kiss brought it all back for you and how natural it felt.

“Fuck me.” You pleaded against his lips.

“You need it? Tell me you need it.” His lips moved to your neck as he ran a hand through the back of your hair.

“Ah, fuck I need it. I haven’t fucked anyone since you.” It slipped out of your mouth and got a second your body went rigid.

“Me neither.” He nipped at your neck.

The second thing he had done tonight that had stunned you.

“Wait.” You stopped him and he backed up to look at you.

“I missed you too. Not just… not just this, I missed you. I don’t know if you feel the same but-“

“What did you think I meant by I missed you? I didn’t just mean the sex or your body. I meant you as a person.”

“I-why didn’t you just say?” You wondered out loud.

He dropped to the floor on his knees between your legs.

“Cause you dumped me.” He let out a snort “you told me to delete your number, which surprise, I didn’t. You wouldn’t look at me. Plus this went two ways you know. You didn’t contact me either.” He stated as he looked up at you while ghosting his fingers over the skin of your thighs as he spoke.

“I dumped you?” You were surprised by this news. You know neither of you had had the relationship talk before.

“I mean, I like to think we were together.”

“Then we should be again,” you decided. You were tired of wanting him and not having him and something told you that he felt the same.

“I think so too,” he whispered, inching his lips closer and closer to yours before smashing into them.

His hands squeezed at the meat of your thighs before trailing them up the sides, up under your skirt, and hooking them in your panties. Your tongues whipped together in each other’s mouths. You managed to move so that he could get your panties down, but he only pulled them to your knees. He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to the edge of the table, so close you thought you might fall off if he wasn’t right there between your legs.

His fingers now slowly ran from your inner thighs to your folds. As soon as he touched you, you unlocked your lips from his and let out a shaky breathed whine.

“I can tell you missed me. You're so wet for me,” he whispered so quietly just for you to hear even though no one else was in the room.

You did your best to stay quiet as his fingers teasingly and slowly ran over your clit and back down to your cunt.

He lifted his slick fingers to his mouth and you watched with a slightly open mouth as he let them slide past his lips and then out of his mouth altogether, coming out more glossy from his spit.

“I missed the way you taste”

His even more wet fingers that now teased at your pussy were making you want to grab his hand and force it to do something more. You were practically shaking under even the slightest of his touches. You were nervous for someone to walk in at any given moment and all he was doing was drawing things out and letting his fingers kill precious time playing in your folds.

“I'd love to make you cum right now with my mouth” he pressed a kiss onto your neck where his face had been camping out while his fingers tortured you. “But I know how that makes you scream and we have to be very…” another kiss to your neck “very” his fingers finally slowly slipped into your cunt “very quiet.” his whispers tapered off to quieter and quieter, so much so that your shaking breaths felt loud between the both of you.

You were doing your best not to break out into full-blown moans so that maybe if someone walked in you could play it off as just talking or something else, as long as no one heard your moans on the way up the both of you could have time to look normal.

His fingers curled inside of you with his palm grinding down onto your clit slowly.

“Oh God.” you breathed not knowing how you were supposed to survive this. He was all you wanted for months upon months and now that you had him here, tattooed hand knuckle deep in your pussy, his lips on your skin saying nothing but filth, you felt like you couldn't even let go as much as you wanted to, but you were trying.

His hand sped up its movements as you could feel how hard he was now in his jeans against the inside of your thigh.

Your lips squeezed together but it couldn’t stop the small whimpers he forced out of you. You could hear him breathing in your ear along with the wet sounds of your pussy. You were close but so scared. Doing this out in the open was such a thrill but it also made you paranoid.

“Cum for me. I hear the way you’re whining, you’re so close I know it. Just cum for me. Cum around my fingers, no one will know.”

You couldn’t stop it now.

You grabbed a hold of his shirt and forced his chest harder against yours, you wanted him closer, impossibly close as you came undone, clenching around his fingers rhythmically as each wave of pleasure pulsed through your body.

He let out a little moan at the sound and feel of you coming.

“I missed that too.” He whispered to himself before pulling his fingers out of you slowly.

He reached between you and you felt him quickly yet nervously fiddling with his button and zipper with his hand that wasn’t soaked in your wetness.

He made a show about taking his thick, veiny cock out of his pants and rubbing your juices from his hand over it.

In seconds he was back in your ear.

“Can I fuck your brains out?” The whisper was soft, his voice was sweet but the words themselves were as hard as his dick he still stroked in his hand.

“You're always allowed brains out.” You whispered back “just do it.”

You felt his head run over your folds teasingly as he continued to play with you and himself.

“Do you still think about me fucking your brains out?” He asked. You could hear how much wetness had spread from you to his cock with each pump of his hand.

“Every time I need to get off.” You admitted. “So give it to me so I don’t have to keep wishing anymore.”

He pushed into you slowly, letting out a deep sigh and throwing his head back for a moment so you could see his perfectly sculpted throat.

You missed how full he made you feel while he was inside of you.

He pulled out almost entirely, the head of his cock was the only thing left inside of you, pushing on your g-spot before the thrust back in hard. This was the way he fucked, pulling out almost entirely so his head hit where you needed it. You had experienced guys that just flopped around, but he knew you, he knew your body, he paid attention, he had a very special handcrafted way to get you off over and over until you were shaking.

One of his hands grabbed your hip while the other went to your clit to play with using his thumb.

“You miss this, baby?” You miss my dick between your legs?” His lips brushed with your parted and panting ones as he spoke.

You let out a whimper as you focused on your second orgasm, his hips were not letting up and neither was his lips that whispered pure filth.

“Want me to cum inside of you, make you not want to forget me and who you belong to? Right here on Jimin's desk.��

Your eyes squeezed shut and you clutched at the fabric of his shirt as you were once again thrown into pure pleasure.

You couldn’t help it this time. The way he touched you, the way he felt inside of you, his grunts and words were all too much.

“Please, fucking cum inside of me, I want it all fuck you feel so good.” You cried out way too loudly.

“Oh my god, fuck.” He breathed through pants as his hips pounded into yours. You felt him release inside of you. Your walls clenched around him upon hearing his long deep guttural moan.

“I haven’t cum like that in…” he panted before letting out a little chortle of laughter “well in eight months.”

“So,” there was a loud voice in the room making your heads turn and your stomach’s sink. “You fucked on my desk.” Jimin looked beyond angry as he sat in an office chair across the room with his phone in his hand, pointing it at the both of you. You had no idea when or how he had come in, but you knew you were both beyond physically fucked.

Jungkook had already scrambled to pull out of you and zip his pants back up as you jumped off the desk, pulled your underwear up, and smoothed out your dress.

“That's fine, I have you both on video. I really liked you y/n. Jungkook, Looks like I’m moving out.” he stood from the chair and headed towards the direction of the elevator. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to speak to our boss about this. He probably won't be too happy to see you two are breaking company policy.”

“Fuck company policy and fuck you! You were an awful friend, roommate and you've always been jealous of me!” Jungkook yelled at him back.

“Not anymore, jobless.” Jimin turned back to give Jungkook a smirk before he stepped into the elevator.

With that, you were both just left there.

“I… I am so so sorry…” Jungkook began apologetically and just as stunned as you were.

“Don’t be, we’re too good for this job anyway, we can find new ones. It looks like you need a new roommate now though.”

You watched his face as a small smile grew on it.

“Yeah, looking for someone prettier and nicer, maybe someone willing to be my girlfriend? I don't know though, I don’t want to make too many demands.”

“Well I could meet all of those demands.” you played along. “We won't have to sneak around anymore.”

“Yes, please, yes. I uh- don't want to ruin the cute moment, but I think we should get out of here before Jimin brings the boss up.”

“Oh fuck, right. Uhh, we should probably just never come back too. Let’s just grab our stuff from our desks and make a run for it.”

“Let's go. You know, this is simultaneously the best, worst, most exciting, and most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to me,” he said and you couldn't help but laugh and agree.

Maybe the both of you had made a big mistake, but perhaps there could be good that came from it. You had him back and honestly you didn’t feel too bad about trading your dumb job with its dumb company policy for him.

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poptod · 3 years

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Cyber Security (Elliot Alderson)

Description: An online ad leads him to you, though in reality he has little interest in your ad. What interests him is how you accidentally doxxed yourself and how oblivious you are to that fact.

Notes: idrk what to say about this one its one of those things that i wrote at midnight after almost falling asleep to a fantasy and then realizing it could work as a fic. like i did this same thing with ‘close your eyes’ that one was also a before-bed-to-get-to-sleep fantasy. this is also not a particularly romantic interaction, though it can be read as such WC: 2.2k

Sweat drenched his sheets, bathing him in the cold wind that breezed past his only air conditioner lodged in a nearby window. He stared blankly upwards, half shivering and half overheated, as he once again found himself in a familiar predicament—the practice of sleep.

It was no secret he had trouble calming himself down, and that aspect of himself reached into the evening, as well. He already downed three melatonin pills hours earlier, along with smoking a joint that should’ve put him to bed. Unsurprisingly, that did not work.

“Xanax,” he mumbled to himself, hearing it bounce back from empty walls. “Need to get xanax.”

In the meantime he raised himself to his feet, padding across freezing floors to his computer. With a click of a button the white screen buzzed to life, shining bright onto his sleep-heavy eyes, that did their best to acclimatize to the sudden change.

Hypnotization—strange as it might’ve been—had worked a couple times before. Not all the time, but decently enough to give it a try. He had work in the morning and he didn’t need to be more miserable than usual, especially since he hadn’t slept almost the entire weekend.

sleep hypnosis

The blinker flickered for a moment before his fourth finger slammed down on enter, the last step in calculated movements. What popped up first was a video titled [ SLEEP HYPNOSIS ] 8 Hour Loop with a screencap of a spinning black and white screen. Below that, however, was something he hadn’t seen before—a YouTube video titled exactly what he��d typed, lacking the caps just as he had. The title screen appeared to be some sort of poorly-drawn painting.

Curiosity overcame his hazy, aching head, and he clicked, finding a playlist of videos containing what could be the titles of songs, along with several different poorly-drawn title screens.

The first video began to play before he could realize it. What he first noticed was it was bereft of ads—that meant the publisher made no money off the album.

Sat in the presence of God

whose name means filthy old fraud

Captions had been manually added by, he assumed, you. The author. There were three views on the video, no comments, and no likes, leaving few other options.

Maybe it was the melody—maybe the lyrics, who talked of a world plagued by aristocrats. But he found his eyelids heavy, dropping dark eyelashes in his vision that blurred the screen. By the third song, reciting verses of an Islamic poem, he was slouched in his seat.

He slid down to the floor, crawling his way back to flop onto his bed. The music continued to play till the first ad popped up, at which time he opened his eyes, seeing a music video from Katy Perry, at which time he promptly reached over and unplugged his computer. He wasn’t sure which cord he pulled out, but the screen still went black. With that, he just barely sneaked into his covers, dozing until the morning.

It was far too easy to get information on you. Your full name was stated clearly in your youtube bio, alongside several different social media tags leading to instagram, tumblr, and facebook.

Facebook alone provided him the means to your address, and he didn’t even have to go looking for it. Your most recent post was an ad, searching for someone good with computers to aid you in your recording process, which you noted as ‘dismal’.

Are you fucking kidding me? He thought to himself, reading the ad once more.

Your address, your real, physical address was stated as the place you wanted to meet those interested in helping you. On the internet. You had doxxed yourself after less than a year of being online.

Okay, he thought, clicking on your listed email. Someone needs to be taught a lesson.

Three days later—after about two weeks of listening to your echoing voice every night—you replied, sending a cheerful email detailing when you would be available to meet him. After shooting a short message back, the date was organized.

Two more days and he was standing at your doorstep, his neck craned upwards as he scanned your tall, narrow home squished between two other apartments. He just barely knocked before the black door swung open, revealing a familiar face belonging to a stranger. Elliot was dressed in his black hoodie and jeans, a stark difference to your long, colorful robes, coming out of a sort of fantasy world.

“Hi,” he said, his voice grating with how low and quiet he kept it.

“Hello,” you said with a smile that did not match his hunched posture. “Are you Mr. Alderson?”

“Elliot,” he corrected, his chin just barely raising to meet you. “Elliot Alderson. Elliot works.”

“Alright,” you said, nodding. “Come inside? I was just making tea. Do you like tea? Or do you prefer coffee?”

“I... I’m fine, thanks,” he said softly, scooting past you when you opened the door wide enough for him to enter. He sucked in a breath as his chest brushed yours.

Your home was modern—far fancier than Elliot’s own apartment, with large windows flanked by soft grey curtains. A small, upright piano was in the corner of the living room, set upon a reed mat lined with Korean symbols. The couch was clinical, made of a sort of black plastic leather that matched the grey skies beyond the window panes.

He sat down, shifting his feet closer together as his fingers dug into his palms, continuing to scan the room in its’ entirety until you returned with your own tea.

“What kind of experience do you have? School counts,” you said, setting your cup down on a tiny plate whose decorations matched your teacup.

“I’ve been... experimenting, with computers, since I was around 9,” he said, mumbling the words out as his shoulders hunched awkwardly down. “Have a job at a cyber security firm. Started a while back.”

“You still have that job?”

“Yeah,” he said with a small nod. “Jus’ thought this would be... fun.”

The dead look on his face indicated no humor whatsoever, but you took his word as it was.

“How’d you find the ad I put out?”

“I... I listened to your music,” he answered honestly for once. “Helps me fall asleep.”

“Oh,” you said, clearly taken aback. Your face grew warm as you glanced away with wide eyes. “I’m glad I could help.”

“You’re not very good with technology, though,” he said in his usual low, grating voice.

“Not really,” you chuckled sheepishly. “That’s why I put out the ad -“

“No, not that,” he interrupted you. “You put your physical address on the internet. You doxxed yourself. Do you even know how dangerous that is?”

The lyrics of your songs pointed towards a kind of brilliance, balanced against emotions felt thoroughly on pages and screens. It didn’t match your actions at all.

“What’s doxxing?” You asked.

Elliot had to physically stop himself from sighing and leaving.

“You want everyone to know where you, a minor celebrity, live?”

“I’d hardly call myself a -“

“I could’ve been a murderer,” he said, reaching into his bag.

He looked you in the eye as he pulled out a gun, clicking on the safety before he pointed it at you.

“This is how easy it would be to kill you.”

As expected, you stiffened at the sight of the iron barrel, your fingers withdrawing to your chest. Your lips pursed as you met his gaze once more.

“Please put the gun down,” you whispered, your voice cracking.

He did as you said, resting the gun on the table.

“That’s a hell of a way to start an interview, Mr. Alderson,” you said quietly. “Please get out of my house.”

His heart sank. What had he expected? For you to fall to your knees and sing to him as he desired you to do? He threatened you with a gun to teach you a lesson, and you reacted accordingly. Calmer than others would.

Elliot stood on shaky legs, sliding the pistol into his backpack before he zipped it up. Throwing the pack over his shoulder, he swallowed through a tight throat, shuffling as he delayed his departure.

“Keep safe from people like me,” he said in a strained mumble. “Take that ad down. Meet people from the internet only in inhabited, public areas.”

You tapped your fingernails on the table for a moment, chewing on your bottom lip. Suddenly you stood, tugging on his sweatshirt sleeve to get him to face you, instead of staring at his feet.

“Alright. If you’re really so good at the internet -“

He ignored your incorrect grammar.

“- and... if you actually do want to help me with my songs,” your tone softened, “then you’ll be able to find my real name, not my stage name. If you do.. I’ll hire you.”

“Alright,” he said monotone, knowing the battle was already won.

Even though he knew your name already, he turned away and left to his apartment, immediately going to work on figuring out everything he could about you. If you willingly still offered him the job after that, he knew it would take a lot to scare you off. He could impress you.

It was, after all, the only thing he was good at.

Two days later he showed up at your apartment again, quietly thanking you when you let him in. The clean floors and walls remained unchanged since his last visit, and you led him to the same table, sitting him down on the same seat.

“Your name is (Y/N) (L/N),” he started with. You already appeared to be surprise. “You grew up near LA and you’ve had a chronic illness all your life. At eleven you saw your first therapist.. that must’ve been when you first got diagnosed with depression... and anxiety.”

“Killer duo,” you muttered.

“Your parents split when you were thirteen, which came at the same time as your dog, Penelope, died. Or... sometime that year. When was that... 1997?”

“1999,” you said quietly.

“Your mom homeschooled you,” he continued. “That’s probably why you don’t know how computers work. Rather eclectic, in a.. boring way... an ex-Amish, right?”

You nodded and his heartbeat tripled. Everything was right thus far despite a two year difference in his guesstimate of your life’s timeline.

“Then there was your dad... logger in the Redwood forests. Burly guy. Not a great man, from what I saw,” he said.

“He was fine,” you said with a small shrug as you looked away. “Didn’t ever hurt me, or anything.”

“Abuse isn’t always physical,” he said faster than he could think, dizzied by his own memories playing behind his eyes.

“I know,” you murmured.

You went silent, so he continued, hoping to pry more precious words from you.

“Your favorite color is yellow,” he said, leaning closer to you. “On Valentine’s you get chocolate strawberries, and on easter you get kinder eggs.”

Nothing.

“You studied mythology as a kid, and you made paintings of the forest you lived in with your mom. Santa Cruz mountains, I think.”

“Yeah,” you said. “I miss the forests.”

“I know. You want to visit Ireland again because it’s a land of faeries and moss, it’s a breeding ground for your song lyrics.”

“How did you find all this out?” You finally asked.

“You use the same password on everything,” he said, though that was far from the actual answer. “Your web browser tracks all your movements and you don’t try to stop it, or hide ads, or stay away from sketchy websites. Your parents aren’t much better, either.”

You chuckled, shaking your head as you brought your hand to massage your brow.

“You’re way too smart to be helping me,” you said with soft laughter, blushing with your smile.

“It’s better than working for E Corp,” he said, huffing out a laugh that was hardly humored.

“E corp?”

“My.. uh, place of work,” he brushed off his slip. “My point is... I’d rather work with you and do easy work than work with my current fucking coworkers.”

You laughed, truly and fully this time, curling into a little ball that shook with the force of it. Your feet tucked into your tiny chair, making you even smaller.

“Bad people or just annoying?”

“Stupid,” he chuckled. “Don’t let me wear my sweatshirt.”

“Ooh, now it’s my turn,” you suddenly interrupted him, earning a strange look. “I’ve noticed things about you, too. I couldn’t learn anything off the computer, but you, you have anxiety too. Probably some childhood trauma.. maybe a dissociative disorder of sorts or a form of PTSD. Your jacket is like your home, and... you have sensory issues. Few types of fabric, don’t like to be touched, if I had to guess I’d say you might be autistic.”

“Blunt,” he said after a full minute’s silence.

“Do you mind?” You asked.

“No, not really.”

“Good. Then you’re hired,” you said with a smile, extending your hand for him to shake. “If you still want the job, of course.”

He watched you with evident apprehension, but took your hand after much thought, shaking with a firm grip.

“When do I start?”

#elliot alderson x reader #Elliot Alderson #mr robot #rami malek

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jackie-shitposts · 3 years

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I Thought Thieves Love Jules!

Carmen strolled out of the elevator, feeling pretty beat after her workout with Shadowsan. Not that she would ever admit that- she had wanted to keep going, but it had only been two days since she got electrocuted in Egypt, so Shadowsan made her cut her workout short while he continued. Carmen sauntered over to the counter, taking a long drink from her water bottle, just as Player’s image appeared on her laptop screen. “Check it out, Red. Julia just posted a new entry on her blog, about a recent find in Columbia.” Player said, ”But it totally digresses into fun facts about fair trade coffee, including a “Red Blend.” Carmen leaned onto the counter. “Could be another riddle to solve?” “Good thing I learned a thing or two about code-breaking from Julia.” Player smirked, clearly excited to show off his new skills. “Every paragraph ends with a number. If you line ‘em up like they're a date and time, it’s tomorrow at 8am.” “Seems Chief wants an opportunity to thank me over coffee.” Carmen quirked an eyebrow. Seems as though she’d be seeing her favorite agent-turned-historian-turned-agent-again in the field, per Chief’s request. “How can you be sure it’s not a trap?” Player asked apprehensively. “If it were, Jules would’ve worded it differently.”

“OoOoO, are we talking about Jules?” Zack asked, peeking his head out from the doorway.

“That ACME gal Carm has a crush on?” Ivy chimed in, peeking her own head out from under her brother.

Carmen rolled her eyes at the sibling’s cartoonish antics. “Jules and I are just friends, you two.”

Ivy scoffed, entering the room and flopping onto the couch. “Yeah right- then why did you specifically go to her when you needed help decoding the relics?”

Carmen casually took a sip of her water before answering. “Jules was already familiar with VILE- getting a stranger involved would’ve only made things more complicated and dangerous than it already was.” Zack hopped onto the couch opposite of Ivy, resting his feet up on her knees. He pointedly ignored Ivy’s protests of, “Zack, gross!” and smirked at Carmen. “Oh? Then why did you ask Devineaux where she was in Louisiana?” “Hey, you never told me about that one!” Ivy gasped, feigning betrayal. “I was just surprised ACME let that driving disaster use a car,” Carmen quipped. Player laughed on his side of the screen. “Don’t act like you’re any better, Red. Don’t you remember your first caper?”

Carmen gasped, pretending to be insulted. “Says the 17 year old without a learners permit.”

“Not like I have anywhere to go.” Player laughed, before refocusing on Carmen’s interrogation. “Speaking of firsts, how about when you first met Julia? I listened in, and it totally sounded like you were flirting with her. You called her “Jules” on your first meeting!” Carmen narrowed her eyes at Player in defiance. “I was just sitting across from Jules so I could blend in while keeping an eye on Paper Star. And what’s wrong with nicknames? I called Crackle “Gray” and Ivy “Ives”. I don’t see what the difference is.” “The difference is that you and Cracker used to be best friends, and now we are best friends. However, you and Jules were not friends at the time.” Ivy said, emphasizing the nickname. “His name is Crackle now.” “He went and rejoined VILE, I think I get to call Gary whatever I want.” Player chimed back into the conversation. “Why did you leave the Magna Cartas with Julia, anyway? You had one conversation with her, what made you think leaving them with her meant they were in “good hands?” “While sitting next to her, I noticed Devineaux’s briefcase, and she said they were travel partners on business. I figured that meant they were law enforcement also trying to recover the documents. Leaving them with Jules simply saved me the hassle of returning the documents myself.” Carmen explained casually. “What about the fashion show in Milan, Carm? Why’d you have Julia help us then?” Zack asked, a shit-eating grin plastered onto his face. Carmen sighed in annoyance. Why won’t they just get off her back about this already? “Jules was the only ACME agent around, and I knew that ACME would be able to get the gowns to safety. And before you ask,” Carmen pointed at Ivy, whose mouth was already open with some smug retort, “I put her in charge instead of you because she would know where the gowns could be put for ACME to return.” At that, Ivy simply leaned back onto the couch and mirrored her brother’s smug grin. “Yeah, that was a fun night.” She smirked, and Zack tried to hold back his laugh that came out as more of a snort. Carmen raised her brow at the untold story, but she decided not to press. For the sake of her sanity.

“Well, what about Stockholm?” Zack blurted. Ivy and Player’s eyes snapped to Carmen, looking for any hint of discomfort, and Zack immediately tried to rectify the situation. “I-I mean, yknow, you just were gonna go try to get her help before-”

Carmen cut off his anxious rambling, smiling warmly. “Don’t worry about it Zack, I know what you mean. I wanted to talk to Jules to see if she could get ACME to back off. While that obviously didn’t happen, I know Jules didn’t try to betray me.” Carmen glanced out the window for a moment, whispering quietly to herself. “I don’t think I could be angry at her if I tried.” Carmen turned back to her friends and smiled. “Plus, she helped me out in Monaco and Ile De L'oleron afterwards, so-” Player practically leapt up from his chair, causing a loud crash as he knocked the fidget spinners off his desk and dropped the rubix cute he was playing with. “Yeah, let's talk about Monaco! You can’t tell me you guys weren’t flirting at the party. She was so confident you were going to deliver the goods to her door, and you trusted her not to stop you when you stole the eggs. Come on, Red, you know she was flirting with you!” Carmen felt Zack and Ivy’s eyes on her expectantly, and she chuckled at Player’s exasperation. “Player, I’m pretty good at reading people, and I’m fairly certain she wasn’t flirting with me. Even if she was, I was not flirting ba-” “Then what about the roses?”

Carmen’s eyes widened almost imperceptibly. How did Zack, of all people, know about the roses?

“Oh my god, the roses! Carm, why the fuck didn’t you tell us about the roses?” Ivy exclaimed, springing up from her relaxed position on the couch.

Carmen bit her lip before answering. “They were just flowers, as a thank you gift for the help. How do you know about them, anyway? I didn’t buy them until after you guys left.”

At that, Player piped up once again. “So Red, you know how at the end of each month, I look through our funds and see how much we spend on capers, to set our budget for the next month? Well, it was pretty interesting for me to see that you used our encrypted card to buy a bouquet of red roses from the flower shop across the street from Julia’s apartment, on the same day we left her the goods.”

Fuck. Carmen needed to shut this down, now. “They were just a thank you gift guys, nothing more. Just something Jules could keep for herself. And red is my color, so the roses seemed like a good gift. Now if you’ll excuse me,” Carmen glared at the redheads sternly, daring them to stop her, before looking down at Player with the same forbidding look. ”I’m going to take a shower. Player, let me know when you’ve got a red eye to Seattle ready.” Carmen closed the laptop, tucked it under her arm and walked out of the room without looking back. ~~~

The video call flickered to black, and Player leaned back into his chair, sighing. Red can be so thick-headed sometimes. As he booked her flight, he thought back to their teasing and banter from moments before.

Red seemed pretty genuine- maybe we were wrong after all.

Player took a deep breath- he didn’t want to call Carmen back so soon, especially when she seemed pretty pissed at the end of their last call- but he had booked her flight for a short two hours from now. So, Player reconnected to Carmen’s laptop, still looking at the red eye information on his other monitor, before hearing a loud, exasperated groan coming from his speakers.

“Holy fuck that was such a mess!”

Player’s head snapped towards his other monitor. The laptop had been set on the dresser across from Carmen’s bed, where she was laying sprawled out in agony. Player quickly hit his mute button and sat back to watch.

Carmen’s arms raised up to cover her face- though Player couldn’t see it, he was sure her face was covered in her signature color. “God, and the roses- why did I use the card for the roses? That’s a basic credit card slip, how am I so stupid!”

Carmen sat up, hands still over her flushed face. “I’m so fucking lucky they didn’t hear us on the ferry or at her office, there’s no way they would’ve ever let that go- I thought I wasn’t being obvious about this stupid crush-

That was all the confirmation Player needed. He clicked unmute and nearly shouted, “So you do have a crush on Julia! I knew it!”

Carmen’s head snapped up to the source of the sound, her face as red as her coat hanging on the wall’s hook. “Player! What the fuck are you-” Carmen froze as she watched Player pick up his cell phone. “Player, if you do what I think you’re about to-”

“Then what? You’re two thousand miles away Red, I'm practically untouchable.” He laughed and grinned smugly at the webcam as he dialed a number.

“Player, you are so dead next time I visit Ontario!” Carmen yelled before she threw her door open, barrelling down the hall to the stairway.

~~~

Zack and Ivy watched in silence as Carmen walked out of the room. When they heard the door to the stairway close, they looked at each other, before they couldn’t take it anymore and burst into laughter.

“Holy shit she looked so mad!” Ivy wheezed through her laughing fit.

“I know! Do you think that means she was telling the truth?” Zack questioned as he tried (and failed) to calm his giggles.

“No way.”

“But she seemed pretty-”

“What are you two laughing about?” Shadowsan’s stern voice stopped the twin’s giggling dead in its tracks. Just as Ivy opened her mouth to make an excuse, since she doubted Carmen wanted Shadowsan involved in her love life, (he is like her father, isnt he?) Zack spoke up.

“We tried to get Carm to confess that she likes Julia, but she kept on telling us she just likes Julia as a friend. Maybe she wasn’t lying, most of her reasons were pretty solid.” Ivy would’ve smacked him then and there if Shadowsan hadn’t interrupted her train of thought with a small chuckle. Since when did Shadowsan chuckle? “On VILE Island, Carmen was trained to be a master of deception. Do you not realize that she was also trained to survive any interrogation?” Shadowsan said, with…humor in his voice? Zack and Ivy were silent for a moment. “Wait, does that mean she actually does like Ju-” The moment was interrupted with a call on Ivy’s phone. When she looked at the caller ID, her eyes widened as she answered it and put the device on speaker. “Carmen does have a crush on Julia!” Player shouted from the phone, just as the Crimson Gay Ghost herself burst into the room and crashed into Ivy. “Dammit!” Carmen yelled, taking the phone from Ivy who was now on the floor with Carmen and laughing. “Player, I’m going to fly to Ontario and kick your ass!” Player’s laughing from the phone was almost drowned out by Zack and Ivy’s. “Oh no you’re not, you’ve got a flight to catch in two hours!” “OoOh where to? To go see your “favorite ACME agent”?” Ivy teased through her laughter. “Yeah Carm, I thought thieves love Jules!” Zack said as he laughed. Carmen jumped off of Ivy, her voice a noticeably higher pitch and her face extremely red as she shouted, “No! I mean- well, that is- I just-” As Zack, Ivy and Player continued to tease an extremely red-faced and stammering Carmen, Shadowsan smiled and quietly walked out of the room. It seems the war may be coming to a close with ACME on their side, but that doesn’t mean Carmen has to stop chasing someone.

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0925priv · 2 years

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enchanted to meet you.

pairing: idol!mark lee x youtuber! fem reader

genre: strangers to lovers, fluff

word count: 684 words

prompt: in which choi yuna, a youtuber who goes by the channel name: luna loves you, catches mark lee’s attention.

a/n: an alternate reality in which idols dating is normalized in south korea.

chapter one. chapter two. chapter three.

[2:01 am] “time check, it’s two in the morning.”, i angled the camera in front of me. i hummed softy as my fingers danced along the strings of my guitar.

i twirled the pencil in my left hand then erased a few words and made adjustments to the lyrics. there, all set.

“ehem.” i cleared my throat. i flipped the pages on the notebook in front of me. “the words just came to me out of nowhere.”

“uhh let’s see…” i bit my lip in concentration as i strummed my guitar setting a soft melody.

[3:28 am] i stretched my arms and yawned. who knew editing the three-minute video would take me this long? i usually work fast, but i got pulled into the rabbit hole that is twitter. stupid bird app.

luna loves you posted a new video:

“sooo its 3 am and i wrote a new song ..? (underwater tears demo)”

@lunalovesyou tweeted:

NEW VID UP!!!! check out my new song: underwater tears <3 lmk what u think hehe >< http://youtube/watch.jcu17

[4:37 pm] “yah donghyuck! did you steal my earphones again?” i shouted at the boy five feet from me.

“no, of course i didn’t!” i shot him a dirty look. “ok fine i borrowed it! it’s in the drawer back in our room.”

i sighed heavily in exasperation. my legs feel like jelly. i’m too tired to go back to the dorms and find my earphones.

“here.” jaemin handed me something. “i have another pair back in the dorm, you can have this.” he smiled at me.

i thanked him and sat at the far left corner of the practice room. i opened the youtube app and searched for her name. she tweeted about a new song—underwater tears.

i clicked on the video. the background was familiar. she was in her room. fairy lights adorned the canopy of her bed. a few plushies were on the ground. multiple albums sat on her shelf.

“…i’ve been exhausted my whole life

it’s a never ending cycle

of trying to swim upwards

but my feet are anchored to the ground

chains of steel held me down

lungs full of salt water

i tried to fight the waves and swim upshore

but they wouldn’t let me

no they wouldn’t

so if you can see me

come save me

please reach for my hand and pull me back up…”

the screen turned black signaling the end of the video. “wow.” i exclaimed in shock. i’ve always known she had a lovely voice. but this? i’m lost for words.

“what’s that?” i jumped in surprise. i looked to my left and saw the familiar silverish white mop of hair. “don’t you mean who’s that?” renjun said.

“ahh…luna noona.” jisung nodded in acknowledgment.

“tsk tsk.” haechan clicked his tongue in disapproval. “why don’t you just approach her?”

“hyung you know he’d rather eat a spoonful of ketchup than talk to a pretty girl.” chenle laughed.

“i’m going to!” i said in defense.

“when?” jaemin asked.

“i said i’m going to!” a chorus of laughter echoed in the room.

i first saw her while i was going through videos of people covering my song, child. her small smile on the thumbnail caught my attention. she was hunched over her guitar. her dark hair was roughly tied into a ponytail, a few stray strands covering her face. but even then, i could tell that she was absolutely beautiful.

the next thing i new, i was watching all her videos and stalking both her twitter and instagram. my finger hovered the screen, accidentally clicking the follow button. good thing i was using my private account, or else the press would have a field day.

i found myself waiting every saturday for her new upload on youtube. during my free time, i would watch her instagram live as she narrates her day. her eyes would shine brightly as she talks about the most random stuff, like how her pet dog bit her in the butt when she was younger, so she bit it back.

as andrew garfield said, she was like a shot of espresso—and i’ve just become highly addicted to caffeine.

next chapter.

#mark lee #mark lee au #mark lee fic #idol au #nct #mark nct #nct scenarios #kpop fic #kpop au #nct dream

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what-i-call-men · 3 years

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Jiggle physics

Jeff Pfister x female!reader

Warnings: SMUT, dominant reader, sub Jeff, some degradation towards Jeff, a bit of voyeurism at the end (reader finds out mutt saw the whole thing)

Request: My fic thought for the night (up for grabs) but it’s Jeff pfister. Reader is a dancer/instructor and Jeff studies her for “jiggle physics”. Thought is definitely a smut

One again I am stealing a picture from @copy-of-a-cheeto because I love the icons they make. Thank you!!

Also thank you to @divineruler for proof reading

It was another day for you to begin with. You were working at a small gym in town after your other job hadn't really worked out. You were freshly graduated from college and needed somewhere to work while you looked for other opportunities, a gym was your best option. Now you weren't an avid gym person, but you did enjoy dancing so you ended up instructing a Zumba class. It was more of a hip hop class because your gym was right near a college town, and early 00s Spanish didn't reach college kids as much as hip hop and rap music.

This week you had specifically scheduled a dirty Thursday class, uncensored music and a lot of confidence boosting music. You were doing your last few songs, pushing everyone to their "sexy limits" as you put it. You had stripped off your tank top, now just in your sports bra and leggings. When you were stripping off your top, you had a few of your regulars whistle or cheer, some even joining you as they knew the choreography. You ended your last high energy song and started your cool downs, opting to leave the shirt off as you were definitely sweating right now.

The slow sounds of Just the two of Us by Grover Washington jr played through the speakers as you instructed your class to stretch out. As you faced them, you couldn't help but catch a glance of blonde hair from outside the glass doors to the room. It looked familiar but you couldn't put your finger on it as you continued your instruction. After you finished your cool down, you moved to gather your things as some of the students chatted with you. One of your best friends had walked out to run to the locker room and came back, running up to you and pinching your arm a bit. "You'll never guess who is outside looking for you." She whispered so others wouldn't hear.

Turning to her you rubbed the now pained part of your arm and raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Um I don't know, Ryan Reynolds ready to sweep me off my feet?" You asked and reached down to pick up your gym bag and tank top, choosing to toss it in the bag rather than putting it on. Your friend followed you out of the classroom with the rest of the remaining class. "No, it's fucking Jeff and Mutt from high school." She whispered and nodded to the front desk where they stood, talking to a receptionist. You looked at them for a second.

"And they have those same dumb haircuts from when they were 12." You choked back a quiet laugh as you approached the front desk. Mutt saw you first and then elbowed Jeff to look up at you. "Hey boys, long time no see." You said and walked up to the pair, holding out your membership card to the front desk people to clock you out. "What warrants such an abrupt visit from the resident horny weeb club." You said and led the boys out, your friend keeping a close distance behind the group.

"Hey y/n, can we talk to you alone? We have a job offer for you?" Mutt said and glanced at your friend. You stopped outside the gym and nodded to your friend to go to the car you shared. "What job could you two possibly have for me? Last I heard you guys were just trolling random people online and spam liking my Instagram pictures." You said and crossed your arms. You weren't really friends with the two in high school, but you did have a friendly teasing relationship with them, rather than really making fun of them like others did. You were really only nice because you never knew who'd end up going crazy, and you'd rather not be on someone's shit list.

"We recently ran into... a lot of money. And we wanted to hire you at our robotics company." Jeff said and gestured excitedly at you. He definitely was on something from the way he had a shake to his hands. "Uh... you two know I majored in archeology? I don't know the first thing past how to google." You said and looked mainly at Jeff. God if he didn't have that stupid haircut still, you'd be tempted to say he got hot. He's got a pretty good body and he looked pretty good in comparison to Mutt. It would help him a lot if he didn't still dress and look like he was 12.

"We're aware. It has nothing to do with your degree. Here, this is what you'd make if you come to work for us." Mutt grabbed a card from his pocket and a pen that hung from your bag pocket. When he handed you the paper you had to blink at the numbers for a second. "Annually?" "Weekly" Jeff corrected your question. You stared at the paper for a second. "How do I know you guys aren't just high or something? How'd you even find me?" You asked and Mutt and Jeff looked at each other before Jeff grabbed his keys from his pocket. He clicked the unlock button and a Rolls Royce beeped from where it was parked only a few spots away from where you stood. "If you're interested come pay us a visit." Mutt pointed at the business card he had handed you and the two walked to the car before you could say anything.

When you got home of course you researched the company name on the card. Kineros Robotics had made actual headlines and pictures of the men were on different sites about their sudden influx of money to their company from a generous anonymous donation. You glanced at the card and pursed your lips before pulling up Instagram, going to Jeff's page, glancing at the pictures he's posted and biting your lip. God you could really tell he was either still a virgin or very submissive in some sense. He wasn't like any of the gym bros that hit on you or messaged you. With a small surge of courage, you hit the 'message' button and typed out a quick text.

After messaging back and forth about the job opportunity for about two days, you found yourself standing outside the main entrance to the robotics lab. You walked down the hall to see glass doors and just a buzzer. You buzzed and were quickly let in. "You guys should get a receptionist or someth-" your words were cut off when you saw what was really in the room. There were humanoid robot figures and a lot of latex parts just laying around. A lot of these parts were tits or asses, all different shapes and sizes but there seemed to be something off with all of them.

"Hey I'm glad you made it. You can set yourself up in the room over there." Mutt said as he stared down at his computer. The room was all white, some windows around but pretty much all of them had shade covering them with little to no light peeking through. There was a pile of white powder sitting at each desk. Oh so they were coked out and making sex dolls. What the actual fuck did this have to do with you? "Set my stuff up...?" You asked softly and Jeff stood from his desk to lead you to the room.

"I didn't tell you what you were here for?" He asked as he opened the door to the next room. You shook your head and looked at the hardwood floor and speaker set up. "We need you to be a model. See... our last few latex prints came out... less than desirable- jiggle wise. Our math was way off and we need these to be as real as possible." Jeff said and walked to a small cabinet in the corner of the room. "I need you to put this on so we can monitor your motions to make our robots more realistic." He said and handed you what was barely any cloth. It looked like those dotted suits superheroes wore so their suits could be cgi but instead of a suit it was a bikini top and what is pretty much a skimpy pair of bottoms that were basically bathing suit bottoms with how little they covered.

"Jeff, you didn't mention this." You said and took the clothes slowly as he headed back out to the door. "Just put those on and I'll be back in a few." He said and glanced over your body again quickly before closing the door. You decided to send a quick text to your best friend- just a "here's what I'm doing in case I get murdered" text. After that you slipped the clothes on and stared at yourself in the mirror beside the little cabinet. You could tell this was a makeshift dance room. That was probably what they were looking for. Good thing jiggle physics was your thing in class.

Jeff came back a couple minutes later with a laptop in his hands. He stopped and gulped when he looked over your body in the skimpy outfit, quickly opting to sit on the ground as he monitored the points on the laptop. "Go ahead." He said and positioned the laptop on his lap, having to adjust himself a bit a couple of times. "Jeff... I need music." You said and moved to grab your phone, nodding to the speaker system, him shrugging and letting you do so. As you leaned over the speaker you glanced in the mirror beside you and he was very much staring right at your ass. God if he wasn't such a virgin you'd probably be disgusted. That was probably why they didn't know the right jiggle physics for a woman's body.

You started playing some of your best twerk music, trying to shake off how weird it was to have just Jeff staring at his computer then back to you as you danced. You tried to just close your eyes and get into the choreography as you ignored the awkwardness of Jeff obviously having a boner and you just twerking for him to collect data. You did a few hip swirls and then some quick shakes, glancing at yourself in the mirror. Honestly as you looked you didn't realize you had given Jeff a perfect look of your ass. He ran a hand through his hair as the song began to wrap up. You went to your phone to change the song and decided to strike up a small conversation.

"So… are you getting good data?" You asked and just got a simple nod from Jeff, his stupidly cute bowl cut bobbing back and forth as he nodded. "So you're making sex robots huh?" You asked as you looked through your playlist nonchalantly bending over a bit to give Jeff a good view of your chest. He once again responded with a nod as you started the next song. It was a bit more sexy than the last one. "Why don't you monitor the jiggle physics of sex then?" You asked as you lowered the volume of the song, starting your choreography, which included some moves where you're on the ground, shaking and bouncing as if you were riding someone. "I'm sure they are more accurate than me dancing." You said as you pushed yourself down to the ground chest first with your ass up and facing Jeff.

He adjusted a bit and you moved yourself a bit closer to where he was seated as he chose not to answer you. "If you want more accurate results Jeff, you need the jiggle physics of sex." You stated and gently moved the computer off his lap, placing it on the ground as you gently moved to straddle his legs. "The reason you and Mutt can't get the math right is because you need to really experience a woman's body during sex and neither of you could rope in a girl to fuck you for science. Am I right?" You asked Jeff as you leaned into him, settling yourself on his lap. His face was so red as his eyes kept flicking from your chest to your face. He just nodded silently to your question.

"Jeff, I'm gonna need you to verbally respond to me. I want to hear you say it." You said and ran your hands from his shoulders and down his chest. He took a deep shaky breath. "Fu- I need you to fuck me for science." He said softly and looked up to you as you tutted at him.

"No honey, the other thing." You said and pushed your fingers under the hem of his shirt. He gulped and took in another breath. "I can't get anyone to fuck me. Please y/n I need you." He pretty much whimpered under you as you pushed up to the balls of your feet, leaning forward and beginning to shake your ass a bit from where you sat on his lap. You rolled your hips slowly forwards and pushed your chest against his, leaning up next to his ear. "That's better." You whispered and then left a small wet kiss under his ear. Slowly working down his neck in small wet kisses and sucks.

You could feel his body tense as you reached down between you and gently palmed at him. God you could tell how hard he was without looking. You smirked a bit and continued to suck small hickies on his neck and under his ear as you quickly undid his button and fly, grabbing his dick from his boxers. Wow if you would've known he was packing you probably would've slept with him in high school, but everyone just assumed he wasn't and that was why he didn't get girls. You pumped him slowly and you could hear him let out small moans and whimpers, wanting to stay quiet on the off chance Mutt heard over the music.

As you pumped him you gently bit his earlobe to get his attention. "If you wanna get inside me baby, you gotta help me out." You said quietly and he nodded and willingly let you take his hands and place them on your ass. He gave a small gentle squeeze and you smirked as you felt him twitch in your hand. "God... fuck... holy shit..." he muttered as you rolled your hips against his thighs, wanting to at least stimulate yourself a little bit.

"You wanna make sure my monitoring is ok baby?" You whispered and he glanced over at the laptop, still reading the outfit you wore. You grabbed his cock again, now moving yourself to push your bottoms to the side. Slowly sinking down on to him, you could've sworn Jeff came right then. And he did. But that wasn't going to stop you from helping him out for the 'sake of science'. You grabbed his hands and placed them on your waist so as to not interfere with his readings. Slowly you began to bounce on him, feeling all parts of your body begin to bounce. Jeff was letting out the most sinful noises. Honestly it sounded like he only knew what moaning was from women in porn, but you didn't mind- honestly it was hot to have him be so responsive.

"Oh baby you're gonna be too loud, Mutt might interrupt us and you wouldn't want that would you? Don't want him to find you moaning like a whore for me." You said lowly as you reached up to gently squeeze his throat. He closed his mouth and nodded at you as you continued to bounce on him. God you could tell how close he was to coming again, but lord knows you weren't done with him. His moans got quieter but he still let out small whines from below you. You reached down to rub your own clit as you bounced on top of him. "Fuck baby, you wanna fuck me so bad? How about you get that data you need by pounding me from behind?" You muttered and climbed off of him.

He barely questioned you when you did so, only whining a little at the loss of contact. As you turned around and got on your knees, pushing your ass up in the air, he quickly moved to his own knees, pushing into you and beginning to thrust at a rapid pace. You could definitely tell his knowledge of sex is from video games and porn because he kinda went wild. He pounded hard and you couldn't help but moan out as he grabbed your waist with a tight grip. After he got a hang on his speed, he reached forwards and pulled you up, pushing you against the mirrored wall he had been leaning against, he paused momentarily to undo the bikini top, and as soon as it dropped to the ground he was grabbing your tits from behind.

You pushed back against him, your face now pushed against the foggy mirror as he thrusted into you hard. "Fuck.... fuck y/n." He grunted out quietly as his thrust became more sporadic and sloppy. You could tell he was gonna come again, so you reached behind your head and grabbed his hair firmly. "You're not coming again until I cum. You fucking hear me?" You groaned as he continued to thrust into you. He nodded and reached around in front of you, fumbling for your clit for a moment before you corrected his hand placement and showed him the correct movement. He rubbed quickly and in pace with his thrusts, you could tell from his look in the mirror that he was trying so hard not to cum.

As soon as you finally reached the edge, you let out a loud and pretty pornographic moan of his name mixed with some swearing and praises. "God... fuck Jeff you feel so good in me. I want you to cum baby. I want you to cum in me baby." You thrusted back on him and kept your hand firmly tugging at his hair. It was only seconds before he was coming in you, his own face twisted in pleasure as you looked at him through the mirror. He slowed to a stop and slowly removed himself from you. You only caught your breath for a couple moments before there was a knock on the door.

"Hey those were good readings, we're gonna need you here again tomorrow so we can get some other position readings." Mutt called through the door. You looked at Jeff. "Could he see the reading the whole time?" You asked Jeff quietly. He bit his lips and nodded. "I assumed you knew because you saw this room through the glass when you walked in." Jeff said and pointed to the mirror which was in fact a one way mirror you had seen walking in from the lab, which you falsely assumed was a window because of the shade. "So mutt saw the whole thing?" You asked softly, slowly piecing everything together. Jeff nodded, scared you were gonna be upset. You only shrugged and reached over to gently grab his throat again. "Guess now he knows how good of a whore you are for me then." And god if he hadn't just come, Jeff probably would've come again from that action alone. Damn you were gonna have fun working here.

#jeff pfister #jeff pfister x reader #ahs apocalypse #Jeff pfister smut #fic thoughts fulfilled

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"Can you hear me?" and/or "What was I supposed to do?" for my lovely celestial prince Florian 🥺

Feel free to tear my heart out, dear 😊🥰💞

My imagination's been going absolutely haywire ever since I played the demo and found out MC dies AND comes back. Y'know, as you do. 😂

Thank you for writing such a fascinating story and giving us such a wonderful older brother, I adore him and would not hesitate to die for him–

Good luck with Chapter One and don't forget to take care of yourself!!!💕💕💕💕

"Can you hear me?" and "What was I supposed to do?" for Florian.

(This is a scenario in which Florian and the MC had a less-than-stellar relationship pre-resurrection but Flor had a crush on MC and MC was dating E but is falling for Flor post-resurrection.)

(Their relationship can be very nuanced depending on your choices in-game.)

Also, I'm so glad you enjoyed the prologue! This ask really made my whole week 10x better!

Florian's footsteps were quiet, but the click of his boots still echoed in the near-silent room. He approached you cautiously, and you could feel his hesitance from all the way across the office.

Your office. Your old office, at least.

"You came back." His voice was quiet, the remark less a question and more a statement.

"I did." You sigh, running your fingertips over the hardwood of the desk.

Emil took this office after you were banished. Your heart twists at the thought of him, but you couldn't forgive and forget. Not this time.

Not after all he did, everything he took advantage of. Your eyes meet Florian's again, and he frowns slightly, a concerned pinch between his brows.

His concern is so genuine, so pure. So different than anything you'd experienced before; people who hid behind layers of intrigue and masks so brilliant you never saw their true faces until it was too late.

You'd been unpleasant to him before. You thought he was perhaps foolish, to rebel so needlessly. Too emotional, too attached. He cared too much.

You realize now these are not his faults, but instead his virtues.

"I almost didn't think you would." He gives a nervous smile, lips tilting up ever so slightly.

The words hurt, but you know they aren't unfounded. You'd never been fond of him; why would you leave the opportunities you'd found beyond and return to his side?

You look at his eyes, brilliant and golden, and wondered why indeed. You remember that, even when you dismissed him out of hand, he used to look at you like you hung the moon. He'd gaze at you when he thought you wouldn't notice, but you always did.

Never before had you sought that look from him, but you did now. You are left wondering if you'd ever see it again, wondering if this prince turned king still holds the same affection for you.

A bitter smile twists your lips, "I don't blame you for thinking so."

"Not to say I think you're disloyal." He rushes to say, "You aren't. You never were, and you paid the price for our mistakes. That is why I'm surprised you came back."

"What was I supposed to do?" You shrug, "Leave Ebia? Never return to my home? The prospect is just as gut-wrenching as it was years ago."

He's quiet for a moment, "Emil is still out there. You could go to him."

The words are sour in his mouth, even though he tries to hide it.

Blood roars in your ears for a split second and you close your eyes. Pain and relief are at war in your chest; regret over what you lost so cruelly and relief that Florian still cares enough to be upset.

You open your eyes to his concerned face, and everything snaps back into perspective.

"Can you hear me?" He asks, looking seconds away from snapping his fingers in front of your face to startle you from your melancholy.

"I can." You assure him, sparing him a small smile.

He freezes for a moment before returning the gesture.

"I returned because I wanted to." You gaze at the office, "You were excited when your mother named me your advisor. Why?"

"You're brilliant." The words seem to slip out before he realizes he's said them.

You open your mouth to respond, but no words escape. His face flushes a deep red, but he carries on regardless.

"You're second to none when it comes to magic. The way you navigated the court even made the nobility envious. You were suited for the position in every way." He pauses, "You still are."

There's an awkward pause that hangs in the air until-

"You still haven't named a new advisor." You note, "Not after Emil."

"None have lived up to the precedence set." He responds.

The precedence set. Your precedence.

"Is that so?" You muse quietly, looking out the large window behind the desk.

The wind makes the flowers of the royal garden sway in the wind. You had seen the white lilies dedicated in your name, the brass bell to invoke your spirit. Far beyond any honor given to a mere advisor before, let alone one as apathetic to their monarch as you.

"The position is yours." He speaks into the silence, "If you so desire."

"I do." You say, "Desire."

And you do desire. You don't long for intrigue anymore; you have no want for shadows and politics, rivalry and struggle, any longer. You have seen death, you've been subjected to the abyss that comes after, and you're cold.

You still wake up shivering, fingers brushing over the scar just beneath your belly button, exhaling ice and death as you sob your way back to the land of the living.

You're so tired of the cold.

His hand brushes against your shoulder, the touch just short of shy. He gives you plenty of time to withdraw if you want, to pull away. You don't.

He's warm, and you're so tired of the cold.

You do desire, despite the fact that you shouldn't. You don't deserve him, never have, but he still sees fit to hold you in his heart. Maybe you can work to earn your place there.

Perhaps you don't need to work for it, you realize as you meet his gaze. It might be the most reliving and confusing thing you've confronted yet; Florian's affection is freely given, nothing needed in return.

You don't have to be anything other than yourself for him, and it's a scary thought.

He smiles again, the expression becoming increasingly familiar, and this one is much wider than the others.

"Then, advisor, you should get some rest." He motions to the quarters attached to the office through the double doors, "I'll send for you in the morning."

He pauses to dismiss the mage light by the door but glances back at you and refrains.

After all this time, he remembers you fear the dark. He knows instinctively it's worse after what you've been through. He also knows you'd never admit either of those things, so he doesn't make you.

The relief you feel at the gesture is overwhelming and the flickering gold light illuminates him as he leaves.

Maybe you do deserve happiness after all, and even if you don't, maybe that doesn't matter.

#Fallen Lights #Florian Vasil #short story #he loves the mc so much #literally no matter what he has a crush #unless you're like cruel to him obviously #but frenemies to lovers #is an emotional roller-coaster

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