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tallymonster · 6 months

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Memories of Us Chapter 2 || Masterlist

Literally posting the first two parts and then passing out lol, same tags as last time, same inspiration from this art by @cheesy-cryptid , same everything basically.

Summary: Octavia goes to a place in the Upper City to meet her boss. Turns out it's extremely secretive.

Oh one thing I forgot to mention. The chapter titles are based on the song "I Caught Fire" by The Used.

Thanks again to my babe @micropoe10 for being my beta reader and best friend ❤️

also tagging @satanicspinosaurus because they're the first person to ask to be tagged (!!!!) Thanks for the support guys, it means A LOT.

Chapter 2

Could stay a while

Gale gave Octavia the very secret directions to the restaurant she was due to meet her boss in. It was a fancy place in the Upper City, secluded enough for only those who knew where it was could find it. Looking down at the piece of paper with the code to enter, she knocks on the door. A voice comes out of nowhere, loudly asking, "PASSWORD?" Nervously she speaks the phrase on the paper, instantly the door opens and the piece of paper is gone. "Wow, they really don't want people to know about this place huh?" "I would assume not, some of us do pay quite a bit of gold for the exclusivity." A haughty voice speaks out from behind her, a blush quickly develops on her cheeks as the realization crosses that she was not alone.

She quickly stammers "Oh it's my first time here, I was more surprised than anything." She chuckles at her own expense. The man behind her is cloaked in the light of a street lantern directly behind them. "Well, I hope you enjoy it, they say the first time is incredibly memorable..." The last word spills out with a sultry drawl, he walks past her and into the hallway, eventually fading into the darkness of the restaurant. The blush on her cheeks has definitely covered her entire face now.

Octavia takes a few breaths. Then steps into the dark restaurant. The interior of the establishment is lowly lit, almost completely dark, save for the candles on the tables and sconces on the walls. She looks around to the other patrons, all impeccably dressed in clothes that look like they would cost at least 5 months pay.

"This way, miss." Octavia is led to a private room towards the back, the waitress knocks on the red wooden door in front of them, a voice that sounds like Gale's calls out "I think she's here, let me go greet her!"

Gale comes out in a much nicer suit than his usual one, slightly fitted for a guy who you only see in cardigans and loose sweaters. "Okay, now I definitely feel underdressed, is there a dress code here that someone forgot to inform me about?" Octavia jokes, "Because if I had a reason to go buy a new wardrobe with my graduation money, it would've been good to know."

Gale looks at her slightly confused until he notices her wearing practically the same outfit she wore to work, the only exception was her blazer, it wasn't the one he accidentally spilled ink on when they were restoring some letters together earlier in the day.

He sucks his teeth and apologizes "I absolutely did, and I'm not sure how to make up for it yet, but I promise you look wonderful. You have your talents and expertise to speak for themselves! No amount of lavish clothing can eclipse that. Besides, Mr. Ancunin trusts me much more than anyone else. He and I have talked at great lengths about your impressive knowledge of the Heroes of Baldur's Gate. He's made remarks about it, seeming like you've been there yourself!" He laughs as he leads her into the room, would this be the time to tell him her family history?

As she approaches the table, a shadow becomes clear and his form begins to take shape. His hands are the first thing she sees come out from behind the cloak around his shoulders; slender fingers with a spider like length, lustrous skin like pearls, one reaches out and takes hers in a handshake. "My my..Made your way over from outside, darling?" That voice sounded like the man from outside."How was the walk over? Not too far in the back are we? I wanted to make sure our meeting was nice and private."

The waitress who led her down to this room lights a few more candles, replacing some that had apparently gone out. The barely lit room fills with warm yellow light and her boss becomes more illuminated by each one.

Octavia notices his hair first, a mop of silver and white styled into a messy tousle of curls. His ears were pointed, the few rings of hair that fell on them perfectly encircled around as if on purpose. She noticed something particular though, he was wearing sunglasses inside? In this dark place?

Before she even knew, she asked "Why are you wearing sunglasses inside at night?" Taken aback, her boss laughs loudly as he looks towards Gale, "You were right, cheeky little pup, isn't she?"

His grin grows mischievously. Gale shrugs and pulls the chair out in front of him, he motions Octavia to sit. She makes her way over and takes her spot, Gale sitting to her right. "Miss Octavia, I would be honored to finally introduce you to our esteemed head curator of the Baldur's Gate Museum of History, Mr. Astarion Ancunin."

Gale flourishes the last bit by extending his arm out to his right, Astarion dips his head in a small bow. "I do apologize for the last minute absence, my dear" he sips his wine and places the glass down.

"I believe you're both reaping the benefits of that excursion in the hard work you've been doing. Which is the cause of this little outing I've set up for the three of us. Obviously, I wanted to meet you beforehand, Octavia, but some things have to be sacrificed for the good of preservation. I take this work very seriously, I want to ensure these priceless artifacts don't get lost to time, as some things have before." He takes a slow sip of his wine, "I believe Gale has told you about his little interest in our Szarr art collection?"

Astarion playfully asks Octavia, as he turns to Gale, a devilish smile on his face, sipping more wine. "He has, actually, but I asked." she answers "Really? And what do you make of this mystery subject? You must have a theory, yes?" He places a hand under his chin, turning to look at her behind those dark lenses.

Octavia feels the same chill she felt when she first looked at the painting on the wall. She gulps,"Uh not yet, but I'm curious as well...the subject looks like a male elf, maybe about 40? No more than 100 it seems..."

She trails off a little, looking down at the table. "Whomever they were, they seem important somehow, like they were a favorite or something? A favored consort, possibly? I'm hoping that after Gale and I are done with this project, we may be able to find out?" She fidgets with her fingers a little under the table, hearing a pleased hum she straightens up and looks to Gale. He has a giant smile on his face, and gives her a reassuring nod.

A silence falls on the table as they turn to look at Astarion, his eyebrows come together.. he seems angry, perhaps annoyed, was he upset at her speculation? Her heart was in her throat, where was the waitress? She needed water and quick- "Why do you think that?" Astarion asks pointedly, taking a more prominent drink of his wine. "Why do you think that one is favored?"

Octavia feels a lump at her throat, she swallows and answers "They're in a lot of paintings in the gallery...I noticed them in at least a dozen...in the forefront of four, the background of 6...the main subject of two..it's quite a lot for someone who doesn't matter.." She hears a soft huff, not annoyed this time. "Interesting. Most people say that he's pretty or gorgeous or go on about his beautiful body, but you focused on the importance of the subject. I admire your insight, Octavia. I see why Gale tipped the scales for you."

#bg3 #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #astarion ancunin #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 astarion #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #astarion bg3 #fanfic #bg3 fanfic #astarion x reader #astarion x oc #fic tag: au #fic tag: headcanon #fic tag: slow burn #fic: memories of us

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queermentaldisaster · 3 months

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“The Hunt Is My Muse”

Chapter fourrrrr baby! Next chapter, we'll finally get into a very specific mission from Ghost's POV (and then THE mission from his POV) so WAHOOO!!! I'm genuinely so fuckin excited. I doubt I'll ever let this AU go. I promise I'll start working on my other WIPs soon too!

Tags: @forestshadow-wolf @bringinsexybackk69 @sans-chara @spicyspicyliving @meowmeowriley (if you wanna be added or removed, lemme know!)

Chapter under the cut, no cws

Chapter Four: I'm On The Edge

After breakfast, Ghost was sitting in the lounge, reading a book. He was surprised how much more relaxed the Vaqueros were, compared to a main military faction. It was nice, but also weird. He was consistently on guard, because it felt like the good would be spoiled at any moment. He looked up as Soap came running in, in fox form, being chased by a smaller grey fox.

He arched an eyebrow. “Graves?” He asked, going off of Rudy's information. The grey fox lifted his head and hopped onto the couch, tilting his head. Ghost chuckled. “Just checking-” He was interrupted by Soap stealing his spare gloves. Ghost gasped, setting down the book and standing up. Graves took one of the gloves and ran left, whereas Soap ran right. “Oh you motherfuckers-” Ghost cursed, and chased after Soap, weaving around the Vaqueros.

Soap kept running through the crowd, letting out a high pitched ‘wow wow wow’ sound. Ghost huffed, as they ran outside. Soap would have the advantage in the wide open, but there were plenty of obstacles Ghost could use to propel himself. Ghost saw Graves run towards Soap, handing him the other glove before taking off. Ghost narrowed his eyes and propelled himself over a crate, grabbing onto a horizontal pole, and launching off it, landing in a run. He heard the whistles, but paid no attention to them.

He hadn’t done this in years. The thrill of the hunt filled his veins, as his legs churned, keeping him moving, until he got close enough to scoop up Soap. Soap yipped, dropping the gloves. Ghost caught them with his free hand, and chuckled. “Really, Soap? You really tried that?” Soap sheepishly shifted back, and now Ghost was holding onto his waist. “Ah was bored, lt! Ye know us fox shifters ‘ave lots o’ energy that we need tae get oot of our systems!” He protested. Ghost huffed, clipping his gloves back on his belt.

“That doesn’t mean you get to steal my gloves and leave your scent all over them, sergeant.” Soap’s eyes widened at that statement. “Excuse me?” Soap asked. Ghost leaned in a little, his hand tightening on Soap’s waist. “You heard me, Soap.” Soap’s mouth fell open slightly. “I-” He tried to protest, but Ghost put a finger to his lips. “Just be quiet.” Soap nodded, and Ghost let go, stepping back, but not before ruffling Soap’s hair.

He turned around and walked off, mentally scolding himself. ‘Stupid, stupid, why did you do that?! You know he’ll just end up getting hurt if you let him in! God dammit Ghost, pull yourself together.’ But he did switch out his current gloves for the ones that held Soap’s scent.

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Later that day, in the evening, as they were all sitting in the lounge, playing Uno, Ghost found himself constantly distracted by Soap’s entire existence. Anytime Soap laughed when he made Graves draw two, or let loose a snarky comment when someone made him draw more cards, or proudly called out Uno, Ghost damn near lost his mind. He couldn’t think straight around Soap, and often found himself biting the gloves on his hands. He kept his mask rolled up to his nose, so he could drink without having to constantly set his cards down.

Soap cackled as he laid down his last card, causing Graves to huff in annoyance. “You cheated.” He mumbled, and Soap leaned on the table. “Ah didnae, maybe ye just suck.” Graves gasped and playfully shoved Soap, who cackled again. Alejandro rolled his eyes, and Rudy chuckled, before he looked over at Ghost. “Ghost, you good?” He asked, and Ghost looked up. “Huh? Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Just zoned out.”

Alejandro chuckled. “Yeah, well not many people zone out while staring at their sergeant.” He quipped, and Ghost shot him a glare. “You do.” That made Alejandro look away from Ghost. “That’s different.” he retorted, and Graves looked up. “Hey, we all see the way you and Rodolfo look at each other. Y’all’s like two peaches that fell from the same rotten tree.” He stated, before sitting up straight. Soap sat up, chuckling. “Aye, the American is right. Ye two are made for each other.” He teased, causing Rudy to bury his hands in his face. Ghost chuffed, causing Soap to look at him weird.

Ghost brushed it off, leaning towards the table. “Seriously, we can all see it. The way you two look at each other? It’s obvious you’re both interested in each other.” He said, and Soap nodded. “Aye, ye two just need tae talk ta each other.” Graves snorted, just as his phone went off. He pulled it out and hissed through his teeth. “Shit.”

Soap’s head snapped to Graves. “What?” Ghost’s eyes narrowed. Graves looked up. “Laswell’s been captured. Price and Gaz are going off the record to rescue her. Shepard will update us more when he has more information.” He murmured, putting his phone back in his pocket. Ghost hissed. “Damnit…”

Soap huffed. “Of course something had to go wrong.” He muttered. Alejandro patted Soap’s shoulder. “Your friends are strong. They’ll make it out of this.” He reassured Soap, and for some reason, seeing Alejandro that close to Soap made a strong feeling of jealousy spike up in Ghost. Ghost huffed. “Soap, can you come here?” He asked.

Soap looked up. “Huh? Oh, aye, comin’.” He stood up and went over to the couch, sitting next to Ghost. “Wha’s up, Lt?” He asked. Ghost shook his head. “Just…want you close to me.” He muttered under his breath. Soap chuckled, and lightly elbowed Ghost. “Aye, ye got it. Ah’ll stay here then. Another game?” He offered, and Ghost nodded. “Yeah…that’s good.” He smiled, and his heart swelled.

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love-islike-abomb · 6 months

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Renegade: part 4

Roman reigns x OC Scarlet

Gif credit: @romanreigns

Warnings: angst, scifi, errors I may have missed

Tag list: @angelreigns444 @acknowledge-reigns

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A few days later

Joe's POV

I hadn't yet told my cousins about the woman who's caught my attention. "uce, Woman will only lead them to you faster!" I could just hear them say.

I barely knew her And I was already falling for her. She was beautiful! Her personality was to die for and those eyes! Such beautiful dark brown eyes!!

"Uce! You with us?" I heard Josh say and I snapped out of my trance.

"Oh yeah sorry! Just lost in thought" I said

"About what?" He said crossing his arms "don't tell me it's a woman cause you know better! We can't have attachments! It makes us easily found!" He warned

"Josh how are they gonna find us?! We've been on the run for nearly 300 years! The should have found us by now!" I said

"I knew it! It's a woman!" Josh said rolling his eyes.

"Stop acting like my father Josh!" I glared at him

"Bout time someone does before you get us all killed" I heard him mumbled.

I felt my teeth sharpen and Tried to hide the anger that boiled up in me but it was no use. I ran and punched Josh across the face breaking his jaw only for it to instantly fix itself. He ran back at me and pushed me causing me to fly across the yard. I stood up ready to fight again but Jonathon stepped in between us. "that's enough! Uce maybe him finding a woman is what he needs! Perhaps you should to! You may not be so grouchy if you got some!"

Jonathon looked at me "does she know uce?"

"No she doesn't" i said shaking my head.

"Keep it that way for now!" He said

I nodded. "I like her a lot!"

"That's fine uce! Just keep yourself and her safe. No one in this town knows who or what we are! Let's stay that way!"

"I'm gonna go see her again later this week" I said.

"Just bring her here!" Jonathan said

"Are you sure? Hot head over there may not like that to much"

"Stop! Just bring her over for dinner! Nothing to crazy" he said.

"You 2 better behave yourselves and not be the horn dogs I know you can be!" I said crossing my arms.

"I won't" Jonathon said. Josh seemed to be off in his own little world until his brother nudged him "what?" He whisper yelled "oh yeah me either uce!"

I sighed "fine I'll ask her but if she says no I'm not pushing her. I don't wanna make her uncomfortable"

"Alright just let us know" Jonathon said patting me on the shoulder.

"I will"

Scarlet's POV

It had been a few days since I heard from Joe. I figured he was busy so I didn't think anything of it. I was folding laundry when my phone rang "talk about timing" I smiled.

"Hey!" I smiled into the phone

"Hey beautiful! How are you?"

"I'm alright! Just doing some laundry. Gotta have clean clothes" I said

"I get it" he chuckled "hey I wanted to ask you if you wanted to come meet my cousins one day this week for dinner?"

"Your cousins?" I asked

"Yeah I mean if you don't want to you don't have to" he stammered

"What are y'all planning on doing?" I asked

"Oh just a cook out" he said

"I'd like to come" I smiled

"Awesome!" He smiled "well as far as I know it's gonna be Saturday but since it's only Tuesday I'd love to see you before then!" He said

"It's still early in the day so if you wanna come over tonight you can" I smiled.

"I'd like that. maybe 6?"

"Sounds good"

"See you then" he said

After our phone conversation I finished a few things around the house. And around 4 started getting dressed. I picked out a red dress.

After getting my shower and getting dressed I did a few last things before putting my shoes on. I had somehow managed 15 minutes to spare before he got here. Soon there was a knock on the door.

I took a deep breath and went to the door. "Hey scarl- wow!!" He smiled.

I blushed "you don't look to bad yourself!"

"Is that heart I hear?" He asked

"Oh yeah that's barracuda!" I said

"Nice! You've got taste!" He smiled.

After barracuda was over a song I was somewhat hoping would come in while he was here came on. "Lady in red?" His eyebrow perked up. "I um.... "

"You do look beautiful in that dress!" He smiled. "Come ere" he said reaching his hand out and leading me to the open part of my living room. Putting his hand on my hip and gently pulling me close to him we slowly swayed to music. Grabbing my hand he raised my arm over the back of his neck. "The song isnt lying. You do look gorgeous!" He smiled.

I blushed. I started to say something but he started singing along with the song. "Lady I. Red" he smiled down at me "is dancing with me" his smile started to slowly fade. "You look absolutely beautiful in that dress!" He said.

I smiled "it's been sitting in my closet for almost a year and I never had reason to wear it"

"I'm glad you wore it tonight" he smiled slowly leaning in to kiss me as the song ended. Hia soft lips connecting with Mine had my heart racing as I slowly pulled away and laid my head on his chest A few minutes later I realized we had been dancing with no music "I've never done that before" I said lifting my head up.

"What's that?"

"Danced with no music! I guess the song was still in my head" I smiled.

"Or you're comfortable and relaxed and you didn't need it" he said.

I smiled "I know we just met a few days ago but I feel drawn to you already and I don't know why"

"I don't know either but I'm glad" he said

Slowly leaning in, our lips met again. A soft gentle kiss yet needy enough to leave me wanting more. A soft moan escaping my lips making me smile "you're a good kisser"

"Glad to know" he smiled "have I told you how beautiful you look?"

"Only hundreds of times" I smiled

Grabbing my hand in his and bringing it to his lips to kiss it again... I'be always wanted someone to do that and him doing it without me having to say made it even more romantic. His phone chimed randomly and he looked over at it "it's probably my cousin's wondering where I am. Let them wonder" he said leaning back in to give me another kiss only to stop a few seconds later with his phone ringing.

"Hello" he said sounding irritated

"Are you sure" his attitude towards the person suddenly changed, almost as if he was hiding what they just told him. He hung his head "alright" he said, hanging up his phone. He started to walk away but I grabbed his arm to stop him..

"What's wrong" i asked confused

"I have to go" he said, His facial expression sad.

"That's it no explanation?" I said

"I can't have you involved in this!" He said

"Involved in what? Joe what are you talking about?"

"I'm not who you think I am Scarlet!" He said

"Great... just as I start to like a guy he pulls the "I'm not who you think is am" card! Typical" I said rolling my eyes "let me guess your married and have kids already right?" I yelled.

"Scarlet it's not like that at all" he said

"Then what is it like Joe? You come in here sweep me off my feet with your romance and because I won't jump into bed with you... no you know what just go! Get out! Gone with your wife and kids or whoever else you have! I'm such an idiot!" I said putting my head in my hands.

"Scarlet I -"

"OUT!!"

He turned to walk out the door and turned around "I'll always be here"

#Spotify #Roman reigns #wwe fanfiction #roman reigns x oc #wwe x oc #roman reigns fanfiction #scifi

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shannankle · 3 months

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My Running Thoughts on DFF (Episodes 1-4)

Just started and caught up with DFF, thoughts from my watch for episodes 1-4 are below

Episode 1

Okay but people not hearing from someone is kind of the definition of disappeared

"Don't over think it he probably just moved" lol very comforting

Okay why are you smoking with asthma--I assume this will be related to how he dies, you better keep your inhaler on you at all times when the horrors start

Hmmm some relationship red flags from this guy

Lol our killer getting a bit handsy lol, but what are the actual logistics of that?

Throws cigarette over the railing, starts a fire, end of show--it's all a PSA: only YOU can prevent forest fires

Lol did he just bite his dick to make a point 😂 That's right stand your ground, bite his dick!

Okay so is this a real person or supernatural? Cause the hand and now only one person is hearing weird things. I wonder if there will be a trend of the newbies not hearing or seeing things for a while

Owww. Well the murder got right to the point--the stick kind

I don't know anatomy that well but why is there blood in his mouth? I mean I'll let it slide since it's a trope but I'm still wondering

I think we should split up 😅

Poor guy hasn't even started lessons yet and now he has to deal with tree impalement. Oh good, yeah he's right don't pull it out

Some good delegation from Phee (? still learning names)

Okay that's so not where you're going to find jumper cables ...Okay I was wrong but it certainly wouldn't be where I'd look

Maybe one of you just take the motorcycle? Seems like less of a waste of time, cause it'll take at least 10 minutes to jump that truck...

Oh good, but they should've done that before wasting time finding cables

Oh walkie talkies or radio smart

Who keeps a saw in their kitchen?

Team bike is not doing well lol

Wait so the murderer did try something, enough to cut his arms, crazy that they figured that out just like that though

Okay so it is supernatural maybe cause they aren't seeing it at the same time. I guess it could be hallucinations but it's so consistent

Oh brave to try and bring the bike back still

Wait are they holding off on what they saw in the video till next week or did I just miss it, I'm very good at missing more subtle jump scares but then jumping at stuff that wasn't supposed to be scary

Oh wow they actually used a busted bike for shooting, love that, truly delightful

Love that they give us these behind the scenes it's a nice reprieve from the spooky spooky. It reminds me of something I read on tumblr about how blooper reels serve a similar role to curtain calls for tragedies, they let us know that the actors are okay after all and it's all a show. I will now take all horror with bloopers please! sincerely, a resident scaredy cat

Alright I enjoyed that even if I won't sleep tonight, that mask is so well done and I'm starting to get a feel for the characters

Episode 2

Wait does iqiyi only have this tagged as romance 😳

Ah yes separate from the group that's smart

This is why you don't go off on your own in a horror show, and your even one of the ones convinced it's supernatural man

The masked man: Can you give me directions please, I seem to be lost

Oh wait I'm bad at faces it's the other guy, but also still stupidly alone

I know you're alone but maybe try and fight back

So will the axe be gone and no one believes him or will someone find it later in horror?

Lol he's seeking revenge cause he's upset you tried to film a sequel, don't mess with a writer 🤣

"Thai ghosts can do anything"...Oh interesting that they're making that explicit distinction. If my understanding is right, thai phee can be physical and there's less of a distinction between corporeal vs incorporeal, ghost vs monster. So they're setting the possible stakes and genre. This is a western style slasher but if it is supernatural we'll likely be operating on thai rules for that not western ghost stories. Heck it might mean that this is both physical and supernatural.

Guys, I don't think getting rid of evidence is going to make a ghost move on from its attachments

Ooof that's more than a little rash ouch. Oh not real. So if they're hallucinating it's not just the old group

Interesting to phrase it as "beat him"--so was it self defense in the past or maybe they see it as justified?

Ouch is right my poor ears

Okay physical knife but hallucinated choking. I like that they're playing with whether this is a person or supernatural. It totally fits with the emphasis on this potentially being a thai ghost. Cause it's hard not to waver back and forth.

Is it still not noon yet? Like I assume that'll fall through anyway but still, will the plot all happen in like two days? Interesting if so

All he said was he heard a sound, why are you asking if he saw someone? Suspicious me thinks

Ah really un-suspicious doc

Okay but 2 guys there were also around 3 years ago, you just gave your plan to find the drive first away...

I'm confused why Jin doesn't want it destroyed

Oooh punchout, fight fight fight

Well I knew the uncle wouldn't make it but goodness gracious 🤣

Okay I know it's supposed to be scary but I laughed when he was still handing them the bags

Wow seriously just abandon everyone including your boyfriend, you're on my shit list now

Also you didn't check that you were past the wire when you rode off

Okay Top, but you and Tee literally have encountered the thing before why are you acting like Tee is ridiculous for saying he saw and heard someone

Oh good job you do care a little even if you're going to lie your ass off about it--you're still on my shit list, Tee

Ghosts don't use wire, but like Thai ones could technically, but I guess that's a lot of extra work when you could do anything else as a ghost. I'm really liking how it's playing that line. Is this supernatural? Is it a slasher? What type of horror is this? We don't know yet, the characters certainly don't either.

Did the uncle's body just move?

The end song is very pretty, not what I'd choose for a horror show but it is a nice safe wind down from the scary

Episode 3

Really liking Ta's acting here, it's obviously a bigger role but he's standing out way more to me than in KinnPorsche

Okay I know we are upset about trust issues, but saying Top shouldn't go alone is smart actually you dumb asses

Sure you can set up the walkie talkies to communicate but then anyone can listen in if they know what channel you tune it to, so watch out

Oh yes let White go get the other walkie talkie alone

Ummm shouldn't you still have it tuned to the outside and try it as you drive out to see if you can reach anyone

I feel bad for the guys who are new. Unless they're in on it. Tan is pretty persistent

I do like that we as the audience are as curious as the newbies about what the heck happened in the past, it's a nice way to draw us in and give that past stakes beyond just a motivation reveal

Okay thank you, no touching or concealing bodies thank you. But good point about attracting animals

Okay yeah his body did move

I don't know why that attack felt so cartoonish, not in a bad way just visually it read that way to my brain

Oh Top is gone...dramatic!

Nice that they want to go after him but also how do they expect to catch up with a bike

Wait weren't they leaving, how'd he get back so fast?

Okay so only Top saw it, so is it supernatural or are more people in on it. Tan, I have my eye on you

Lol that's a big temple to just be hiding, spooky though

I want to know more about this Janta. Is it supposed to be a buddhist sect or older practices? Feels like it fits a trend I've noticed of older folk practices being framed as spooky in thai horror but my sample size is small and my context still pretty limited

Duuude great doctor over here, trying to shut up the dying guy. Have you killed before Fluke? Huh?

Interesting how their desire to hide the past keeps making them go against what would be best for survival, like telling white to go somewhere else

Yay white being smart and polite to the deceased! He best live

I think this is the first time I've seen them carrying weapons/defense of any kind. Hope they use it

Oh God how bad is this going to be? That is a lot of blood

Well he's not on the ceiling. After watching both Shutter and Nang Nak the possibility is totally there

I wonder what the writing says

Wait was that a statue or a mummy

Lol aware of the genre now, let's not split up, a little late, but good job guys

Wait one of them is named Phee, I'm guessing it's intonated differently but still an interesting choice

Ah here comes smoking with asthma, still betting that fucks him over when his inhaler is stolen or something

Wait who asked about the smell, cause White doesn't seem to be sniffing or anything

White being a little princess and the pea over here, good for him, I'm putting my bet on him for final girl. White for final girl 2024!

Oh boy what they absolutely don't need is a gun in this situation, I see it helping for defense but also being ripe for so much to go wrong

Lol the sudden flash back scared me more than the axe throwing scare earlier. My ability to miss jump scares but jump at random shit instead prevails

Okay good hide that sucker, no one needs to know you have a gun until the pivotal moment you use it to save yourself

Okay it was the dudes at the shrine who asked about the smell

Wow these guys are so unobservant pffff, let's all pay no attention while the axe guy just walks right up to us

Okay they all see it this time, so unless it's Top in there the rest are accounted for I think

Glad they're fighting back physically this time

I mean maybe try a few more swings before running, 4 on 1 you could maybe get the mask off

Maybe wait on opening the drive, White, cause I feel like doc is going to come looking for you soon

Oh doc is scary, hope White hid that in time

I don't feel like hiding in a confined axeable space is the smartest choice

Ah saved by another idiot

Locked in a casket by your own stupidity. I think they should kiss about it.

Oh did he already sew the wound? Not sure the logistics on that when it's a stab wound

Okay these two are stupid, like there was so much time to run while axe guy just slowly walks

Okay but axe guy on the motor bike is such a funny image...WEEEEEEE

Interesting, so does axe guy not want the disk shown or is he after doc now

So not abandoning White this time, how gallant

No but White is right you best sterilize things

Doc is losing it

And the gun comes out at the worst time

Okay so mask reveal, interesting

Will we actually get to know so early?! It's got to be a twist. Cause if it's Top under there then there's definitely more to it

Episode 4

Fluke's lost it

Is he going to force white to do the sewing?!

Boy you better sanitize that needle

Oof did not want to see the stitching, but at least doc did it himself

He's bleeding in his abdominal cavity AND you just used unsanitized equipment so he's probably going to get a nasty infection

Ah the romance of being locked in a box. I think the oxygen problem could be resolved by kissing actually

Again? Did he dislocated his arm in the past or something

Not going to try and snap it back in, probably smart I guess

What ghost or human could lift a person like that, well it's got to be one or the other guys

Wait I'm pretty sure those were the pants Top was wearing

Yeah okay kind of suspected but how does that work?

And does that mean he's headed to help or harm White

Oh now a ghost? And not in a mask so a real spirit this time, unless it's hallucinations? So I'm guessing multiple things are happening at once in terms of the attackers.

Again only one person seeing it

Omg did this fool just pull a "I'm not lost the woods are just cursed" 😂 going to pull that one out next time I don't want to admit I'm lost. Not all who wander are lost, some are just stuck in cursed woods where they shot a horror film and are now being hunted down for real.

They literally went a foot before spotting the house

I see they brought the supplies the uncle bled all over inside

Why is a random newspaper with tee's uncle sitting there, seems very planted. Did Fluke put it there?

Oh God is that foreshadowing is there something in his stomach

Did Top poison himself or was he forced?

He probably shouldn't become a doctor if he's complaining over two patients

Looks like some clay can but that's cursory search. Oh he learned it from detective conan how cute if this wasn't life or death

Bleeding eyes seems to be a thing

Why are they using a hair dryer on the clay and not like the oven

Hmmm maybe try the oven before waiting till the sun comes out!

Dun dun dun

Possession? Or has Top just lost it?

Oh no! Friend on friend violence! We're one man down now

Okay but why now? Por has been dying just fine until now. And the killer seems pretty well planned. So I don't think Top is the actual one behind anything. I mean I guess he could've faked the poisoning but again why kill him now? Cause wouldn't it be better to go after White who saw the tape?

I mean no one checked it was loaded so I guess it makes sense it wouldn't be shooting bullets

I'm not convinced it's just Top being a maniac, I still think there's a supernatural component or at least more going on

Ruh roh it is loaded after all what did I say about bad things happening if you throw a gun into the mix

White love you bud but you are being super unhelpful right now

It looked more like he was trying to shoot himself

Good job White atta boy!

Oh fluke looks so sad...

And then there were 7 (or 8 I guess if we have an extra person running around after all)

I do like that because this is a show and not a film we get their moment of grief and that's given space 😔

Now doc has no patients (too soon?)

Ahhh poor doc, that's a lot before you've even had your training, wouldn't blame him if he switched majors (allowing he stays alive and all)

Yes for goodness sake tie him up, though I'm guessing he'll be back to normal and it's not the end, that or he's gone already

How'd these idiots get locked in the shrine, you were outside before, go around

Wait who was on the walkie?

Dude I think getting out is way more important than your resume, though I guess if you think it's over

The comparison and contrast between Top losing it supernaturally (or hallucinating idk) and fluke losing it cause of the past and his anxiety over the future

Ah the joys of youth, friendship, and threatening each other with a gun in a cabin

Dang dude

Once again fear of the past is making them choose to screw themselves over, mostly Fluke here, but yeah

Dude you have alibis and CCTV footage, you'll be fine (i mean you won't cause it's definitely not over but yeah)

Top making a hilariously dramatic re-entrance

And then there were 6? 7 I guess if we still assume there's an extra person. If the shot actually landed. Maybe doc just got himself a new patient instead

Oh looking forward to seeing Non and a non-passed-out Por next week!

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 11 months

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A Voice Through the Nothingness Part 5

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"I'm not an early bird or a night owl, I'm a permanently exhausted pigeon." - Unknown

Rehab day one

Lizabeth rolled Billy down the hall and into the elevator, her foot tapping all the way down. Apparently, the first day was a big thing and Billy didn't know if he was excited about it or scared to death.

The doors dinged and Billy finally understood the hype around the room, which was more like an entire floor. It was amazing, the first thing that caught his eye was the fish tank along one wall, it looked like it had been pulled right out of a river. The walls were a light green, the colour of new growth. The floor was darker, like olive leaves and pine. There were plants dotted around the room and hanging from the ceiling and the back wall was all windows, framed with silver. The machines fit perfectly, a mix of light and dark wood with grey mats and beds, it stood up to the hype.

"Wow, this place is fancy." Another thing he noticed was the smell, or lack thereof and under the voices of the people around him, all he could hear was the fish tank bubbling.

"Yeah, don't ask us how much it cost us. There's one more just like this at the other end that's almost the same, a smaller one in the general section that sky themed and a smaller one that's desert themed. Each takes care of different levels of need but they all have the same, doctors, nurses, mental health professionals, families and patients all work with our rebab staff for a US leading rehab process." Billy didn't need the hard sell but he appreciated it.

"Are we going to get into it or are we just going to talk about it." Billy was ready to get better and get out of there, the rest of the group that had come on the elevator had already made their way into the room.

"Alright then, your session starts in ten minutes. Hazel will be here soon with her group, you better be ready because I'm winning and I'm want to keep my streak going."

Billy blinked, "winning what?"

Lizzy smirked, "oh, you're going to find out soon enough."

The wait was enough to set his teeth on edge, ten minutes felt like ten hours. Nevertheless, the doors opened and Hazel and her patients stepped out, she was wearing parrot scrubs today and her perfect hair was twisted into a bun with a few curls framing her face.

She waved at him as he waved back as he looked over her group, she had six kids with her of various ages. One of the older girls was pushing a little boy in a wheelchair and if Billy was to guess, he was her young brother. The kid that really struck out to him was to child Hazel was pushing, a teenage boy with burn scars covering half of his face.

"You ready to start?" Hazel had a tone to her voice that Billy loved.

"Hell yeah, I think we better let Billy in on our game." Liz and Hazel shared a look as Liz spoke and Billy was on the edge of his chair.

"Well as you know, your group's win is my group's win but Lizzy and I like a bit of friendly competition so at the end of every session, everyone votes on which nurse did the best and at the end of the week, the winner gets an extra doughnut." Billy liked that, it's something he and Frank would do.

"Oh yeah, we all get doughnuts at the end of every week, it's our shout." Billy was very fond of Lizabeth, underneath her tired of everything attitude, she was very sweet.

"I like the sound of that, when do we start?" Billy noticed that the rehab staff were coming closer.

"Now." In a flash, he was being wheeled to one of the machines and one of Hazel's patients and Alex, one of the rehab staff, followed.

"So you get Alex today and Lilly here is your buddy, depending you get a new one every day but it's not unusual for buddies to become friends and then you can pair with them every day. Hazel and I will be around and once you have your routine down, we'll leave you alone a bit more. Good luck, Lilly here is a hard one." He looked over the girl, she was about ten and looked like she had been tossed in a washing machine.

"Thank Liz." Lizabeth gave a smile and walked off, leaving him with Alex and Lilly.

"You need any help Pirate?" Billy blinked, he wasn't expecting that.

Lilly shook her head, "nah, help the newbie." The smile she gave him was almost sadistic, "you're in for dude."

****

"So what happened it you?" Billy wanted to cry and Lilly looked like she had just taken a walk in the park.

"I got blown up, what happened to you?" Something had happened, she still had pins on her arms.

"Car wreck, mum, dad and little sis are fine but I got crushed by a power pole." She sounded like one of the guys at the VA, just the right mix of bitter and determined.

"That sucks, why did Alex call you Pirate?" She gave him a bitter smile, kicked off her shoes and stuck out her foot.

"I lost half my foot, they thought I was going to lose the whole leg so I'm happy with this. Sadly I'll never be a ballerina." Her tone didn't portray any sadness

"Did you want to be?" He knew the answer was no.

"Fuck no, why would I want to do that. I'm going to become a dog trainer, they don't care if I've got no toes." Billy smiled, if this was what the next few months were going to be like, he would be ok.

One week later

Up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down.

Billy loved and hated the repetitive nature of getting strong enough to stand up. He loved it because it was another step closer to getting back to the way he was before but it caused him so much pain.

"Mr Russo, go slow." His buddy today was Fred, a six year old who got hit by a motorcycle.

"Hey I wanna win for Lizzy, she loves doughnuts." The little boy wasn't buying it.

"You don't win if you hurt yourself, I'll get Sara over here, she'll be mad at you." Sara was another one of the rehab staff, he didn't need her yelling at him.

"Ok Freddie, I'll go slow."

****

"Who gets the extra doughnut this week?" Billy still didn't understand how any of this worked but he liked it. Hazel and Lizzy were looking at the group expectantly for their answer and Billy smiled as Lilly whispered in his ear.

"I think your lady friend won this week." Lilly was a marine in the body of a ten year old girl but she was right, the hands going up were for Hazel.

"My lady friend? Say what you want to say, little girl." Billy had to admit there was an honesty to his peds companions that he appreciated

"I think you've got a bit of crush, just a little one." She sounded like she was holding back laughter.

"You're seeing things." Billy wasn't going to admit that she might be right.

"I lost my toes not my eyes. Who knows, she might share her doughnut with you, then you can buy her flowers and tell her you think she's real pretty." Billy couldn't stop himself from chuckling.

"Like I said, you're seeing things." Billy wasn't going to admit that she was right.

Two weeks later

There was a charge in the air as Billy approached the bars, he had been building up to this since the day he was wheeled onto the floor and he was ready. Frank and Curt were standing at each side while Lizzy stood behind him with her hands on the handles on his chair. Hazel was a few steps away with a smile on her face and her hands outstretched, "you ready?"

Billy nodded and pushed himself up, locking his hands onto the bar as he took his first step forward. His foot planted on the ground, all be it shakily and he readily himself to take another step, "what do I get if I make it to you?"

Hazel was only five steps away but it felt like a mile, any incentive would help, "what do you want?"

"You and Liz to go to Sunday Dinner at the Lieberman's." Hazel looked him over, her eyes pausing on his shaking claves then took a few steps back.

"We will, if you can make it all the way to the end." It wasn't that far away, four feet at most but he didn't know if he could do it, "hey, there's always next week."

Billy exhaled and rolled his head, "don't let me fall on me face."

Hazel smiled, "never." She stepped closer, extending her hands until they almost touched him and smiled, "I'm right here." With each step he took, Hazel took one backwards, staying close to him as Lizzy kept the chair right behind him.

Halfway there, he felt a burn in his legs and paused for a moment, standing might have been hard but standing was better than sitting. He gathered himself then took more steps, the smile on Hazel's face spurring him on. Just as it got unbearably, his hand slid hit dead space, he had reached the end. Hazel grabbed his upper arms and helped him down and the room erupted into claps.

"Good work Bill." Hazel looked so proud of him and he felt his chest swell.

"I guess we'll see you both on Sunday?" Frank's face was split into a grin.

"Of course, we're women of our word." Billy's happiness outweighed his pain.

"You want us to bring anything?" Lizzy was smiling too, her hand rubbing the cramp from Billy's shoulder.

"Bring whatever you want, I'll text Sarah." Curt was looking at Billy funny, like he was trying to decipher something.

"Thanks Curt, we'll talk about it more tomorrow." Curt was looking at Hazel funny too, Billy didn't want to think about it too much, he knew his friend wouldn't wait before bringing it up anyway.

****

"You sure work is ok with this?"

Hazel nodded, "of course Sarah, we cleared it with our bosses. Despite what the ethics board might think, this happens all the time."

"Yeah, we have a form, we fill it out and then no one cares." Lizzy's reassurances helped.

"So just like the military?" Frank's voice was a mix of humour and bitterness.

"From what Billy has told me? Yes, bureaucracy is bureaucracy no matter where you go." It was Hazel's turn to sound bitter.

"Well thank you for bringing the pie and the cake. We can always use more food." David sounded ravenous.

"Mum, can we eat now?" Leo was looking at the beef and onion pie on the table like she hadn't eaten in years.

Sarah smiled and ruffled her hair, "of course. Thank you ladies for coming and everything you've done for Bill, we're all very happy he fell into your laps."

Frank and Curt exchanged a look, "I'm sure Bill is too."

Curt kicked Frank under the table and Frank glared at him, "what Frank is trying to say is that he's sure Billy is happy he's getting the best of care."

It was Lizzy and Hazel's turn to exchange looks, something was going on and Hazel had a feeling she knew what, she just didn't want to think about it.

Karen took a bite of the chocolate cake and turned to Hazel, "so, are you ladies single?"

Hazel huffed, "you think I got time for someone with my job. I'm quite single and right now I'm happy about it."

"Me too. I don't have time for another person's." Liz glanced at the kids, "another person's mess."

"Really, you're both very pretty, there's no one waiting in the wings?" Frank raised his eyebrows at Karen but she didn't back down.

"Nope just me and my fish." It was awkward but Karen was clearly fishing for something.

"I heard from Billy that Zack got full marks on his biology test, good for you dude." Hazel was grateful Liz changed the subject.

"Yeah, it's wasn't hard so it doesn't really count." Zack beaming nonetheless.

"What about you Leo, didn't you have that robotics project, Billy told me you did it on plant energy?" Billy spoke about the Lieberman's often so it was easy to continue with the subject change.

"I did, I got the top price." She turned to her mother, "Can I go get it?"

David smiled, "of course, I'm sure the ladies would love to hear about it."

Hazel nodded, "hell yeah we would."

The night went fast, by the time everyone was saying goodbye, Billy's family were well and truly fond of the two women.

Curt pulled Hazel aside just as they got to the cab, "sorry about Karen, she never turns off the journalist."

Hazel waved her hand, "don't worry about it, it wasn't the first time I've been asked about my dating life and it won't be the last. I'll see you tomorrow?"

Curt smiled, "of course, wouldn't miss it for the world."

One week later

"I heard you're leaving this Friday?" Billy was over the moon for Lilly.

"Fuck yeah I am, I can't wait." Her mum tutted at her language, "what mum, it's not like you and dad don't swear."

Her mother turned to Billy, "We couldn't be more thankful that you set her up with that prosthetic artist, she was wonderful."

Billy smiled, "it's the least I can do, everyone here has been so nice."

Lilly's mother rubbed her shoulder, "well sweetie, I'll leave to you it, don't give Billy a hard time."

Lilly chuckled, "of course, mother."

Billy settled into his routine, it had gotten easier as time went on even if he was doing more, "Hey Dr C."

Billy followed Lilly's voice, Dr Charles flashed her a smile and a wave and walked over to Hazel who was struggling with the teenagers with the burns, before walking over to them, "Hello Lilly, I was wondering if you could swap with Thomas today?"

Lilly shrugged, "no skin off my toes, you know, because they're plastic."

Dr Charles shook his head and waved Hazel and the boy over, "thank you Lilly."

Billy would see the tiredness is Hazel's face as Dr Charles made introductions, "Billy this is Thomas, Thomas, this is Billy. I don't believe you two have met yet?"

The boy didn't say anything but from what Billy had seen, all he had done for the last three weeks was sulk, "no we haven't. Hey Thomas, I guess we were going to end up buddies eventually."

Thomas snarled, "I'm not your fucking buddy."

Hazel blinked and went to speak but Dr Charles stopped her, "well, he is now. I'll be just over there if anyone needs anything."

He walked away and Hazel took a deep breath, "do you remember what you need to do?"

Thomas glared at her, "of course I do, can't you go over there and help someone else?"

She shook her head, "no, if you want to get this next surgery, you need to hit this milestone. Please just try." She sounded so worn out.

"Listen lady, I don't.."

Billy cut him off, "don't talk to her like that. All she's done for the last three weeks is try with you and all you've done is sit in that chair and whine. You think I want to be here? I don't rehab fucking sucks but I'm here and I'm doing it and I'm not being mean to the people who want to help me. Grow up."

Hazel's eyes went wide but before she could tell Billy off, Thomas spoke up, "what the fuck do you know about what I'm going through? You're fine."

Hazel shot Dr Charles a look but he was already watching a gave her a soft shake of his head, "I know that I only started showering alone two days ago. You gotta cut this shit out or you'll be stuck in that chair for the rest of your life having someone else wipe your ass."

Thomas blinked and turned to Hazel, "are you going to help me or just stand there."

Hazel sighed, "of course Thomas."

Billy raised his hand, "don't help him until he starts being nice to you. You don't deserve to be talked to like that." He turned back to Thomas, "dude, you're not going to get anywhere being mean to the nurses, you think they want to be bitched at? Say sorry."

Thomas swallowed, "I'm sorry." He turned to Billy, "are you happy?"

Billy huffed, "I will be when you put in some work."

"How about we try something small?" Hazel sounded hopeful

Thomas waved his hand at her, "fine."

Hazel walked him through the exercises the rehab staff had already given him then settled on a chair, "I'll be here when you're ready to do something different."

"Why don't you go help Dr C, Thomas and I can handle this, isn't that right Thomas?" Billy was speaking like a leader

Thomas grunted, "Yeah, we're good."

****

The end of the session was very different to how it started, by the time Hazel came to collect Thomas, he was covered in sweat and his chest was heaving, "it looks like you had a good day today?"

He went to respond with something nasty but Billy shot him a pointed look, "yeah, I did. I'm sorry I've been so shitty. I know you work hard."

Hazel smiled gently at him, "it's alright. These things are hard. All is forgiven. But I'm guessing Billy is going to be your buddy for a while after you did so well."

"Yeah, well, we can't get everything we want." He paused, "can you send that shrink to my room, I figure I better do what I'm told so you'll let me leave." There was resignation, not anger in his voice.

"Of course." Hazel turned to Billy, "good work today, we'll be back tomorrow."

Billy smiled, "looking forward to it."

One week later

"So what happened to you anyway, one of your girlfriends got pissed you slept with her friend?" Despite Thomas' complaining and the occasional nasty comment, he was finally doing his rehab.

"I got blown up, you know, by a bomb. What happened to you?" Billy didn't regret the look of shame on the boy's face.

"It's it obvious, I got burned to a crisp." There was more than anger in his voice.

"Yeah, that's obvious. How did it happen?" Dr Charles had been stopping by but Thomas never said much to Billy about the fire, even with promoting.

"And don't give me some shitty answer, you're only getting out of here if you deal with what happened to you." He was happy to admit that his session with Dr Charles was doing him wonders.

The boy stopped and choked up and Billy dropped the weights he was lifted and sat by him, "my shit box of a house caught fire. Everyone got out in time but I'd been saving for months to help mum and dad buy a new place so I went back in to get the cash. Now we're even worse off because of me."

Billy understood why Thomas was the was he was now, he didn't feel like he deserved to get better, "how were you making the money?"

"Computer shit, graphic design and social media so local businesses could get kids my age in the doors." While he might have been trying to come off as uncaring, Billy could tell differently.

"Shit, you got samples of your work?" Billy liked the kid, all he needed was some direction and Billy knew he would go far.

"Some, why?" There was hope in his voice.

"Because the people that hire me have adults children who never grew up, I could use the help someone who knows their way around the stuff young people are using. I'm guessing it was all cash under the table, if I like your stuff and your parents give you the go ahead, I can get you a real job, with real pay and real benefits."

Thomas blinked, "what's your angle?"

Billy huffed, at least he had his head on his shoulders, "getting a job done by someone I know."

"I'll talk to my parents but I'm way behind in school so I don't think they'll say yes." Bily wasn't shocked by that.

"That's fine, I'm sure you can do both. If your parents say yes, you keep up with rehab and start school again the job is yours, if I like your work of course." Billy held back his smile as he saw the resolve come over Thomas's face.

"Alright, but I want the going wage and good insurance, my parents need all the help they can get." Billy wasn't going to let Thomas get down on himself again.

"Fine with me, I look forward to seeing your work."

****

Knock knock

"Mr Russo, your nurse said you were free to talk?" Billy looked at the people at his door, they must have been Thomas' parents, he had seen them stop by rehab but he had always waved them away.

"Please come in, I hope I didn't step on any toes offering your son a job." Being able to do office work from his hospital room was saving his sanity but he never thought it would go this far.

"No, no not at all. Thomas told us about the job and the conditions you gave him. We just wanted to meet you before we told him yes." Billy waved them in and they sat down at the table next to him.

"I see no problems with that. Please, ask me any questions you have." They sounded desperate, he'd have to get to the bottom of that before giving Thomas the job.

"Why are you doing this? You don't know us, you don't know him and if we're being honest he has been the best person to be around since the fire." Billy understood what the boy was going through, he was having his moments too.

"I spent my whole day helping people who needed me, that was my job and now I can't. I can tell Thomas is talented and I like going into business with people I know and while I don't know your son well. We have been talking. I just want to give him a job where he'll be safe and he can keep getting the help he needs."

His mother looked close to tears, "you have no idea how grateful we are that you're doing this and for all the time you spent with our son. He's gotten so much better since he was paired with you. We're happy for him to work with you, I'm sure it will help him get over how guilty he's been feeling about all this."

"Mr and Mrs.."

She waved her hand, "please, Patricia and James."

Billy smiled softly, "Patricia and James, I can see a great deal of potential in your son and I don't let that go when I see it. Thomas can come and see me with his work and his laptop and we'll go over a few things, once I'm satisfied with that I'll have his contract sent to you. I'm more than happy to pay for the lawyer of your choice to look over it if you wish."

James blinked, "you'd do that?"

Billy nodded, "yes, it's in my best interest to make sure you don't sue me if you change your minds."

"Great, we'll send him up after we talk to him." Billy could feel the relief coming off them.

"Let's hope this is the beginning of Thomas' successful career." With a smile and another thank you, they left and Billy relaxed in his chair as a weight lifted off his shoulder, it felt good to be doing good.

Five days later

Hazel walked up to Billy and Thomas with a smile a mile wide and plopped down on a chair, "I bring good news. Your new insurance has paid your bill in full. Congratulations of your job Thomas, you should be proud of yourself."

The boy smiled and bumped his fist will Billy's, "what did my parents say?"

"They've gone out for a good meal. They love you very much, job or not you've made them very proud." Billy's chest filled with warmth, Hazel was amazing at her job.

"Can I stop by the cafe and get something to celebrate? I'll be back in ten." Hazel stood up and waved her hand towards to door, "thank you."

Thomas rushed away and Hazel looked into Billy's face like she was trying to read his mind, "we both know it wouldn't clear that fast and anyone would have the devil's own time getting them to pay back bills. You did a very decent thing William."

William his name coming out of her mouth felt so different, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

She smiled at him and placed her hand on his shoulder, "your secret is safe with me. Thank you, for being such a good person, the world needs more of that."

"Nah, I'm just helping some good people out." He felt something nasty catch in his throat, if she only knew.

"Whatever's monster's just popped into your head isn't worth listening to. You probably saved his life Billy and you gave his parents a reason to keep going. What's in the past is in the past and I'm sure whatever you did over there, you had to do it and nothing could convince me otherwise, no matter how bad it was." She was telling the truth, he could tell.

"You mean that?" He saw a twitch in her fingers as if she wanted to reach out and touch him.

"I do, with all my heart."

Billy smiled, "you really know how to make someone feel better about themselves, don't you?"

She let out an affectionate huff, "of course I do silly. I became a nurse for a reason."

Billy let her words sink in, she didn't make people feel better because it was her job, she did her job because she enjoyed helping people. Something else struck Billy in that moment too, but maybe not, maybe it started the moment he laid eyes on her when he woke up.

Oh fuck

Part 6

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I wanted to say that your fics are really cute and well-written! Could you do one where Kate is new at the compound and kinda have a hard time adjusting even if everyone is kind to her. Basically she talks to everyone but is kinda intimidated by Wanda because of her powers but at the same time she really wants to get to know her because they haven't really discussed before and also because Kate was a fan of Wanda when she was younger? With fluff tickles ?

Hi anon! Thanks so much, I'm glad you like them! I'm so sorry this took so long to get to, but I hope you enjoy! I changed it a little bit since there were other similar fics!

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Although Kate was new to the compound, she was able to make new friends and become more comfortable with the other Avengers. At first, she mostly stayed near Clint and Natasha, while tagging along next to Yelena every so often. What she didn’t expect was for her to become friends with a witch with insane powers.

Kate had been a little scared of Wanda at first. Partly due to the fact that she was new, but also because Wanda was so powerful. However, Kate admired the witch ever since she was young, wanting to be as skilled and powerful as she was.

While Kate and Wanda were already past the stage of becoming friends, Kate still wanted to learn so much from the witch. Specifically, she wanted to experience what it was like to fly, but was too shy and scared to ask the witch.

Meanwhile, Wanda was relaxing on the couch in the living room, watching TV. Kate nervously walked over, taking a seat next to the witch.

“Oh hey Kate! Nice to see you!” Wanda said cheerfully.

“Hey Wanda, it’s nice to see you too!” Kate replied, as her mind was still racing to find a way to bring up the topic of flying.

Wanda was currently watching a show where tourists went around trying different foods. They were now flying in a helicopter to a secluded island to try a secret restaurant that not many people knew about.

“Wow, that view looks amazing,” Kate said in awe.

“Tell me about it. The views from up where I’m flying are incredible!” Wanda exclaimed, as she caught the sparkle that lit up Kate’s eyes.

Kate looked around sheepishly, knowing that this was the perfect time to ask the witch to teach her how to fly. Or at least experience what it’s like.

Wanda ended up reading her mind anyway, a fond smile growing on her face.

“Why didn’t you just ask me if you wanted to experience what flying was like?” Wanda questioned, now sitting up to face the young girl.

“Oh, well, I wasn’t sure if we were on that level of friendship where I could ask that,” Kate replied.

“Kate, I know you had a hard time adjusting at first, but trust me, we are definitely friends,” Wanda reassured the archer.

“So, you want to know what it’s like to fly?” Wanda asked, while using her powers to lift the brunette into the air.

“Woah, this is so cool! I can’t believe you get to do this all the time!” Kate exclaimed, taking in her surroundings. Even though there wasn't much scenery since it was just the compound, it was interesting to see it from a different point of view.

“You’re not afraid of heights, are you?” Wanda questioned, while lifting the girl higher.

Kate didn’t respond, but just grinned like a little kid, fascinated by her experience of flying.

“Okay, I think that’s enough flying for now, but thank you for the experience!” Kate said happily. However, her grin slowly faded away, as a grin was now forming on Wanda’s face.

“You know Kate, I think there’s also another thing that you would like to experience as well,” Wanda commented with a smirk.

Before Kate could ask any questions, she felt herself still floating in the air, yet she couldn’t move her arms or legs.

Kate now looked down at the witch with a worried expression on her face.

“I don’t think you’ve ever experienced being tickled while flying,” Wanda commented, now flying up herself to meet the younger girl at eye-level.

“Wait what?” Kate cried, trying to free her arms and legs to no avail.

Wanda wiggled her fingers threateningly at the young girl, causing her to try and squirm, all while giggling in anticipation.

“No! Please don’t tickle me!” Kate cried, as panic built up inside of her.

“Oh but Kate, isn’t that what friends do to each other?” Wanda teased, as she began to wiggle her fingers into Kate’s armpits.

“NOHOHOHOHO STAHAHAHAP IHIHIT,” Kate laughed out, unable to lower her arms to protect herself.

“Awww, Kate you’re so ticklish! Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” Wanda questioned teasingly.

“BEHEHECAUSE YOHOHOHOU WOHOHOULD TIHIHCKLE MEHEHE,” Kate squealed out, as Wanda wiggled her nails against her ribs softly.

“Ah, I see I found another good spot,” Wanda commented, while adding some of her magic that caused a ticklish sensation on Kate’s stomach.

“AHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO IHIHIH CAHAHAN’T STAHAHAHAND IHIHIHIT,” Kate screamed, as Wanda lowered herself to tickle Kate’s feet.

The brunette desperately tried to kick her legs, but all she felt was Wanda’s long nails raking over her sensitive soles.

“YOHOHOU AHAHAHRE SUHUHCH AHAHAHAH JEHEHEHERK,” Kate shouted, trying to sound threatening.

Wanda didn’t say anything in response. Instead, she just increased the ticklish sensation that was currently on Kate’s stomach, causing the young girl to lose her mind.

“NOHOHOHO OHOHOKAY IHIHIHM SOHOHORRY IHIHI DIHIHIDNT MEHEHEHEAN THAHAHAT,” Kate screamed out, desperate to escape.

“Oh Kate, you’re just too ticklish for your own good,” Wanda sighed, as she began to knead at her hips.

“PLEHEHEHASE STAHAHAHAP IHIHI’LL DOHOHOHO ANYTHIHIHING,” Kate pleaded.

“Anything?” Wanda questioned, still tickling the girl to pieces.

“YEHEHEHEHES PLEHEHEHASE STAHAHAP,” Kate screamed, as her cheeks were fully flushed red from all the tickling.

“Okay, I’ll stop tickling you if you promise to not be scared of asking me questions and if you fully accept that we’re friends,” Wanda said with a grin.

“FIHIHIHINE OHOHKAY STAHAHAHP,” Kate cried, as the torturous sensations finally stopped, and she was freed from Wanda’s powers.

“How was that flying experience?” Wanda asked teasingly, as the brunette was now on the couch, lying down and trying to catch her breath.

“It was good until you ruined it,” Kate said, while rolling her eyes.

“Oh really?” Wanda asked, reaching down to wiggle a single finger into Kate’s belly button.

“WAHAHAIT IHIHI TAHAHAKE IHIHIT BAHAHACK,” Kate immediately surrendered.

“Good. That’s what I thought,” Wanda said in response.

The witch came over towards Kate, this time not to tickle her, but to wrap her in a warm, friendly hug.

Kate leaned into her embrace, happy that she could say she was friends with a witch that she admired from a young age.

Wanda felt her heart swell with pride, as she was so proud of how far the young archer had come. Adjusting to a new group of people was never easy, but she was impressed by how Kate had handled all the pressure and new experiences.

The two of them both knew that this had brought them closer together, and that there were many more memories full of laughter to be made in the future.

#wanda maximoff #kate bishop #marvel tickle #mcu tickle #marvel tickle fic #ler!wanda #ticklish!kate #tickle fic #avengers tickle #marvel #marvel fluff #fluff #wanda and kate #marvel fanfiction #scarlet witch #hawkeye

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essentiallykpopandbl · 1 year

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Getting to know your BL mutuals

I was tagged by the wonderful @wanderlust-in-my-soul! Thanks!

rules: answer the questions and @ some people. Include the tag 'g2ky BL mutuals 2022' on your post so we can find everyone's answer.

What have been the BLs that took you by surprise this year? (How many of these am I allowed to do?)

180 Degree Longitude Passes Through Us - do I need to bring up the person I was during this time? I would not shut up about this show. There was so much to unpack. And I still find it impressive how invested I was into a BL that mostly was just talking in various rooms in a random mansion in the woods, which I know is taking away all the nuances that were happening in the show by describing it like that but that is really what was going on...... and here I go again.

DNA Says Love You- what can I say, this show changed me.

Triage - this show was so hard to get ahold of when it was airing but it was so good I couldn't stop watching. The angry doctor had to rescue the rich brat and both changed because of falling in love. Seriously sign me up!

Star in My Mind - I had no expectations, I feel in love with Dunk before the show started, I am now biased, I loved this show.

Cherry Blossoms After Winter - adopted brothers and a marriage proposal at the end. Of course I loved it.

Secret Crush On You - I watched the first episode *cringe* and stopped watching, I kept seeing the show talked about and by episode 5 I started over to get caught up and I am so glad I did.

Semantic Error - let's be real, this show blew most people that watched it out of the water. It had no right to be so good yet it was, and I loved it.

Mr. Unlucky Has No Choice But To Kiss - it was ridiculous, but so sweet and I loved every moment of it.

What have been the BLs that you felt a bit disappointed with this year?

Check Out - wow it was so bad

Enchante - I watched it all, I'm not sure why (no hate to ForceBook)

Plus and Minus - it was going soooo well, then it derailed with the random breakup and I got pretty mad about it on Tumblr. I didn't really forgive it even though it ends happy.

Unforgotten night - oh boy

Kinnporsche - yes, I realize by putting this people might be angry. But I was disappointed. It wasn't the actors, the chemistry, VegasPete, or anything related to Vegas, I just had such a problem with the clearly different directors and random tone changes throughout. It was inconsistent.

What has been your favorite BL this year?

Does Bad Buddy count as this year? I know it was mostly last year. But I lost my marbles over that show. If it doesn't, then maybe Not Me. Or honestly Triage. I loved shows this year that were very story driven.

Favorite BL couples (not just of 2022)?

There are so many! But I will just go with my list of problematic couples that I love so much.

Hirakioyi

Danyok

Vegaspete

Payurain (yeah I know who I am)

Oh and PatPran who are not problematic

What's your non-BL favorite this year?

Kind of depends.... are we talking movie? Top Gun: Maverick. American TV show? Stranger Things season 4 (yeah yeah I'm one of those stranger things fans). Non-american TV show? It didn't come out this year, but I watched it this year and it was so good that im going to use it, Extracurricular. It's a kdrama about a boy in high school who runs a "security service" for prostitutes in order to make money to pay for college. It's dark, and messed up, and honestly kind of brutal, but it was so gripping I couldn't look away. The main character is played by Kim Dong Hee who is able to play the character with so much heart and understanding that you are siding with him and the decisions he is making even though it is very illegal. I can't say enough good things about this show.

I'll tag @pro-xy @silverquillsideas @blueberries1234 @asdfghjklmpff (sorry if you have already done it)

#g2ky bl mutuals 2022 #180 degree longitude passes through us #dna says love you #triage the series #star in my mind #cherry blossoms after winter #mr unlucky has no choice but to kiss #secret crush on you #semantic error #enchante #check out #plus and minus #unforgotten night #bad buddy #not me #my beautiful man #vegaspete #everyone should watch extracurricular #so many bls

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fruitoftheweek · 3 years

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Little Cherry Book:

Chapter 4:Showered in Sin

Chapter 1 Here / Chapter 2 Here / Chapter 3 Here

Hey guys! I'm sorry that it has taken so long for me to update this. I had an idea of what I was going to write but I had a super hectic week so I wasn't able to write this till now. In order to make up for it, I have given you a treat. A 6,502 word chapter. It kinda beat my ass but I had so much fun writing it. It's sweet, it's spicy, it's all the goodness you guys deserve. I was listening to Duvet by Boa while writing this and I think you should too for two reasons. One, it helps set the mood, but also oh my fucking god it's such a good song. Also, Boa is just a fucking great band. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and message me if you would like to be added to the tag list! Love you guys

Pairing: Spencer Reid X reader

Chapter Plot: After a game of drunk never have I ever after a long case, Morgan locks Spencer out of their shared room. Shenanigans ensue and you and Spencer share a couple of firsts.

Series TW: 18+, smut, degradation, piercing, choking, knife play, mommy/daddy kinks, spanking, exhibitionism, Will update as time goes on

Chapter TW: smut, slight mommy kink, having body piercings, choking, slight blood kink (not really, it's just hard to explain), Shared masturbation (male and female receiving), pleading, multiple orgasms, cumming in pants, shower sexiness, aftercare

Word Count: 6,502

Your deep cherry lipstick painted the white seal of the wine bottle you held in your hand as you laughed at something Elle said. Spencer couldn't help but let a small smile pass his lips as he took in your form, hot from the day's work, small strands of your hair sticking to your forehead, a dewy glow illuminating your rosy cheeks.

After a long week, they had found Carl Arnold before he had been able to kill the Dunken family and even coerced a confession out of him. With spirits running high, Elle had suggested some much-needed relaxation before taking off the next day. Since you were rooming alone, you volunteered to host in your room. Morgan had arrived at your hotel room with two bottles of some sort of liquor, one clear and one amber, JJ trailing in toe with your bottle of red wine you had asked for. You pulled out your little corkscrew with the face of an old man on it, knowing she hated his weird little face. You brought it with you on trips, just in case the occasion arose.

And it did arise as Elle suggested a drinking game. Hotch had retired early after calling Hailey to get an update on his very pregnant wife, while Gideon preferred the solitude of a good book late at night. The rest of you sat on the floor surrounded by drinks and snacks. With the supervision gone, it almost felt like a high school party with no parents. You all had all settled on a classic, never have I ever. "We haven't played this in a long time because we already know so much about each other, but it's fun when we have a newbie around," Morgan said giving you a cheeky smile and bumping your shoulder. Already pliable after the couple of drinks you had while Elle explained the game, you nodded before tipping your lips to the cusp of Spencer's ear. "I'll try not to make it too hard for you, pretty boy," you said. The small puffs of air that left your mouth made Spencer's hair stand on end and his feet curl.

He knew you were teasing him that night and he loved it. He decided to keep his knees tucked to his chest for the rest of the night as to not expose the predicament in his pants. He watched the way you lightly sucked on the wine bottle as you tipped it back, a thin river of cabernet leaking from the corner of your lips and trailing down your neck. Spencer wanted nothing more than to lean over and lap it off of you just to see how you would react, but he knew it was the drinks talking. Despite your earlier comment, it was quite obvious that you were targeting him as his head started to spin gently.

"Never have I ever had sex with someone much older than me," Garcia said through her video feed with a cheeky smirk. Derek had insisted on including her even though she wasn't physically present. She sat bundled up in a comfy blanket in her office with a mug of some sort of alcoholic beverage. "HEY! No targeting! Plus, I told you that in confidence at ladies night. How much is much older?" You said, swaying your bottle towards the computer set up on the floor."You know how much older I mean sweetheart." Garcia said with a giggle as you groaned and took a sip."How much older is much older?" Morgan said with a cocked eyebrow, somewhere between impressed and surprised." I was a college student, experimenting with my professor. Not like an old man, but he was 20 years older than me. Definitely not my style anymore though." You said with a grimace remembering him.

Spencer had learned a lot about your sex life during that game, but some part inside of him smirked, knowing that the rest of the team would never know you as he knew you, not unless they too had read your journal. It was the only thing keeping his head clear of the idea of you with anyone else. Not that you were with him in any capacity, but the idea still made him feel something in his stomach. Not the sweet butterflies that came with your smile, but something more like idiotic hornets dangerously bumping against the walls of his stomach.

Spencer hadn't even noticed the uproar of everyone else around the circle at your comment and the second revelation that Morgan had drunk too. He was too busy watching how you had shyly tucked your hair behind your ear, finally letting it down out of your clips for once. You were wearing your pajamas, just a tank top, slouchy sweater, and flannel pajama pants, but somehow you looked more radiant than ever. He had come back down to earth after hearing someone call his name."Y-Yes?" He sputtered out, realizing you had been trying to get his attention."It's Morgan's turn, pay attention." You said, gently smacking your hand down on his thigh.

If he was riled up before, he was unbelievably undone at the slight sting from where your palm had just been. Light enough that it wasn't noticeable, but hard enough that it erupted a Shockwave through his body, centered on the location of the contact. He bit back the whimper threatening to escape his lips as he turned towards Morgan, trying desperately to not watch you from the corner of his eye.

"Never have I been a virgin at 24," Morgan said, beaming in his direction. Spencer took a big gulp from his glass of whiskey."You always do that one, I don't know why you think it's so funny, you're just trying to get me to drink" he said abashedly. He looked over at you, nervous for your reaction, but you seemed unfazed. "Hey, that's a wonderful gift to have, there's something so special about virgins. Maybe it's the idea that everything is new, but I like it. I love virgins." You said, taking a sip from your bottle, gently swaying. You had given up on never have I ever and just decided to drink whenever you felt like it. Maybe it was because you were tipsy, maybe it was the warm flush that decorated Spencer's cheeks, maybe it was the way he was looking at you with sultry, half-lidded eyes. You couldn't tell, but something made you want to find an excuse for you two to be alone.

"Geese, we seemed to have caught a succubus tonight." Morgan quipped."A suck-you-what now?" You said, cocking an eyebrow at him. " A succubus, it's a demon or supernatural entity in folklore, in female form, that appears in dreams to seduce men, usually through sexual activity. According to religious traditions, repeated sexual activity with a succubus can cause poor physical or mental health, even death. In modern representations, a succubus is often depicted as a beautiful seductress or enchantress, rather than as demonic or frightening." Spencer shot out. "Wow, even when you're drunk, your big brain keeps chuggin' along," you said, sloppily ruffling his hair "A beautiful seductress or enchantress, huh?" That time it came out low, inaudible to the others, but it pierced Spencer like a knife."Do you think that's accurate bout me?" you asked, staring up into his eyes, closer than you have been before. Spencer let a cartoonish gulping noise escape his lips as he held back his urge to lean into your touch.

"Ah, it's my turn," you said, leaning back into your spot in the circle and sadly, away from Spencer." Never have I ever done something naughty at our work," you said, looking straight at Spencer "I'll know if you're lying, I can sniff out a liar from a mile away," your cocky smirk leaking out of your mouth. Everyone except you and JJ took a shot."Wow, really you guys? Even you Spence? " JJ said in disbelief, looking around the circle."Never have I ever, my ass" Spencer mumbled under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear, looking over at you, thinking about your pantieless escapades.

"Look at that, Doctor Reid, you need another drink, let me go fix you one," You said as you grabbed his glass in one hand, leaning and gripping hard into his shoulder with the other. It wasn't seen by the others, but between that and the fiery look in your eyes, it sent an obvious message,' keep your mouth shut or I'll shut it for you.' You used him as leverage to get up, nearly pushing him over as you gracefully stumbled to the hotel fridge. He knew what you meant, but he didn't care, your grip on him went straight into his imagination as he envisioned what that grip would feel like in other places. He kind of wanted to push his luck, just so he could see what he had in store.

And push it he did as you handed him the glass, reminding him that it was indeed his turn to play never have I ever. "Never have I ever slept with my professor," He said, obviously targeting you with a glint of mischief in his eyes."Oh yeah, well never have I ever been a virgin at 24." You said, swaying as you sat down."Morgan already said that, dummy. Never have I ever worn stupid dark red lipstick" He retorted, equally as drunk as you. At this point everyone else had zoned you two out and were focused on other things, refreshing their drinks, counting the ceiling tiles, humming a sloppy rendition of My My Miss American Pie, or in Penelope's case, all three."Yeah, well never have I ever been a complete and utter mommas boy!" You continued, the statement turning Spencer beet red. You watched him clench and unclench his hands, you had obviously struck a nerve. Just as you were about to apologize, he cut you off. "Never have I ever had nipple piercings!" He shouted, pointing at your chest, now drawing attention to the obvious balls framing your nipples that you had once been covered by your long-forgotten sweater.

As he said it, it felt like the world went in slow motion. You could see the instant regret on his face as you dropped your bottle in surprise. It had landed on Spencers discarded whiskey glass and both shattered, wine and whiskey mixing with glass to create a slurry on the ground between them. "Fuck! You Guys!" Morgan said, "You got it all over my clothes." "Me too," Echoed Elle as they both stood up in their soaked clothes. "I think that calls it a night." JJ said, closing the laptop on the image of an already sleeping Garcia." Bye you guys, sleep well," you called after them as you and Spencer rushed around looking for towels to clean up the alcohol with.

"Ow! Son of a bitch!" Spencer cried as you dropped the last of the glass in the garbage can. As you rounded the corner, you saw Spencer pulling a rather large shard of glass that you must have missed out of his thumb, blood pooling at the tip. Without thinking, you crouched down and sucked his thumb into your mouth." A-ah! What... What are you doing!?" Spencer asked breathlessly, looking down at you with a deep hunger in his eyes. You pop off his thumb and squeeze it at the base, slowing the blood flow."Shut up," You said," This helps slow the bleeding. The sucking applies pressure. My mom used to do this for me... And no, do not psychoanalyze that." You said, wrapping your mouth around his finger, sucking to provide some pressure to slow the blood flow. You could taste the iron in your mouth, but you didn't mind, knowing you were helping your friend.

You were helping alright, helping in more ways than you would ever understand. "Yeah, like I'm the only one here with mommy issues," he said distractedly, too busy surveying your lips wrapped around him. You slapped your hand down on his thigh once more, eliciting a small whimper from him. He couldn't help it, you were a sight of beauty, you always were, but looking down on you right then, Spencer wanted to bottle that moment forever. The tops of your breasts peeking out from the top of your tank top, your eyes filled with a hazy glow, looking up at him to make sure he was ok, and your cheeks hollowing out around his thumb as you delicately sucked on his wound. It was as close as Spencer had ever gotten to anything sexual. He could feel your tongue swirling around the cut, lapping up the last couple drops of blood. He couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if it was another appendage and not his thumb. You sucked on his thumb one last time, harder than you had previously, and before he even knew what he was doing, his hips bucked up, rubbing his hard cock against his pajama pants, finally relieving his mounting orgasm.

You let go of his finger with a pop as your tongue trailed off of the underside of his thumb. Spencer looked anywhere but you, as a wet patch formed through his thin underwear and pajama pants. He hurried to cover it with his sweater, shooting up from his seated position."Um, Um, I'm g-gonna go shower and go to bed." He said, hurriedly scurrying over to where he had left his room key." Sorry partner, I saw Morgan accidentally grab both of your keys on the way out. He's probably asleep by now." You said languidly, leaning back to take in the sight of the soft boy in front of you. Totally flushed with heat, small beads of sweat peppering his forehead, his hands twiddling suspiciously into his sweater in an attempt to conceal crotch, trying and failing miserably to hide his rapidly cooling cum.

He whined a little, lighting a fire in you. He looked so thoroughly fucked out, and all you had done was suck his finger. You knew that you just had to play with him some more. "You know, you can use my shower, doctor." You said, and he let out a small sigh of relief, heading towards the bathroom. "There is one condition, though," You smirked coyly as he halted his motions, his body facing away from you. It was almost as if he was ready to run away at any moment. You walked over to him, slowly, taking your time to tease him. The silence hung heavy in the air as you looked up into his eyes questioningly, waiting for him to ask. "Wh-what is the condition." He said, unable to return your gaze, hands fisted in the hem of his sweater, pulling it down even further. You smirked, dipping your hands up and under his sweater, nearly brushing his spent cock before gently placing them on his bare stomach, just above his waistband. He sucked in a tight breath as you gently swirled your fingers in the short hair that lead from his belly button down to happier places." Before I ask, do you know about the color scale?" you said, fingers smoothing out over his little stomach." Um, k-kinda?" He said, heat flushing his cheeks."Green means good keep going, yellow means slow down, and red means stop right now, ok?" You said, looking up at him as he nods."Come on pretty boy, I need verbal confirmation. I need to know that you understand, got it." You said with a little pinch to his tummy. "Y-Yes, I understand!" He blurted out, standing stiff as a board." Good boy. Now, for my condition. You can shower if you show me what you're hiding." You said, leaning close enough that if Spencer breathed, your chests would meet each other. "What color, Spencer?" you said, languidly drawing lines up and down his torso with your nails."G-Green, Very green." He sputtered out, finally meeting your eyes."That's what I like to hear, sweet boy." You said before your fingers danced below his waistline, now somewhat crusty from his cum."W-wait!" He says, just as you were about to take him in your hand. You instantly stopped and looked up at him gently."We can stop here baby, it's not a problem." You said, beginning to remove your hand from his pants. He grabbed your hand through his pants, stopping your movement."It-It's not that. I don't want to stop, I just want... well..." He said and looked down shyly. "What do you want baby, anything," You smiled up at him. "Um, I haven't had my first kiss yet and I kinda... Well... I kinda..." He said, shuffling his feet, face beet red. Your eyebrows shot up quickly in surprise before letting out a gentle smile."Do you want a kiss, pretty boy?" You said, gently brushing the hair out of his face. He nodded, and you grabbed his chin, bringing him close. "Use your words, pretty boy. What do you want?" You whispered, breath gently ghosting Spencer's lips as he took you in up close. He could see every little pore and dimple of your skin and every color hidden in the depth of your eyes and he knew he needed to have you.

He shakily leaned forward, lips gently meeting yours, so light that if you hadn't seen his actions, you wouldn't have even known if you had touched. You moved your hand down to his throat, giving a light squeeze."Come on genius, use your words," you said as he whimpered. "Please, can I kiss you, please, please?" He begged, leaning into your touch, pleading for you to squeeze again. His efforts shoot straight to your heart. You indulged him in a kiss, not as spicy as the situation would permit, more of a sweet heat. He came in too hot and heavy at first, but you kissed him languidly, gently stroking his cheek to get him in the rhythm. His arms were straight out at his sides, hands clenched as if he was willing every muscle in his body to not touch you.

You let out a small laugh as you melted into his kiss, soft, puffy lips dancing across yours. "You know you can touch me," You said, pulling back, smiling at the smear of your lipstick, now staining his lips, and the endearing puppy dog eyes he was giving you. "Where can I touch you?" He whispered out as if he were telling a secret. "Wherever you want, baby. Wherever your heart desires." You replied, bringing your arms up to wrap loosely around his neck, pulling your bodies closer. He was as stiff as a board as his hands flitted around trying to find a good place to land. He finally settled on weaving his arms around your waist and up to cradle your neck, gently carding his fingers through the hair that fell at the nape of your neck. There was something so sweet in the way he cradled your body with feather-light touches as if you would disappear like smoke if he lingered too long. You reveled in the feeling of you two pressed together, slightly uncomfortable at the stiff material of his pajama pants on your stomach.

"Hey sweetheart," You said, pulling away as he chased after your lips, "I'm feeling kinda sweaty from the day, would you like to join me in the shower? What color?" "G-green, yes please." He said, tentatively pressing a kiss to your collarbone, exposed as the strap of your tank top had fallen down. You unwound from him, taking his hand delicately in your own, instantly missing the warmth his body provided.

You lead him into the bathroom, carefully stepping over the wine-soaked towels discarded on the floor before shutting the door and turning to face him. "I don't want to take this too fast for you because I know it's all very new so always tell me how you are feeling and if everything is ok. I want this to be good for you baby, ok?" You said, squeezing his hand that was still intertwined with yours. "Ok, th-thank you," He said shyly.

"Now, what do you want to do first? You're probably pretty uncomfortable in those pants, do you want me to take them off you?" You said, hooking one of your fingers into his waistband, pulling on in slightly creating a much-needed separation between his sticky cock and his uncomfortable pants."Y-Yes please" He said as you turned on the shower, allowing it to warm up in preparation for cleaning him off before turning back to him. You gently grabbed the hem of his sweater and pulled it over his head, leaving him shirtless in front of you.

Lean muscles were hidden under a layer of peachy soft skin highlighting the gentle trail of dark curly hair leading from his belly button down past his pants. His arms curled around himself as he watched your eyes carefully, ready for some sort of judgment. "I know I'm not really that s-strong or anything but I can work on it-" You cut him off with a gentle kiss right above his belly button, startling him. You looked up sweetly into his eyes and gave him a soft smile, saying "You are so beautiful, Spencer. Morgan calls you pretty boy, but he truly has no idea. I would have you no other way than you are right now."

You gently peppered his chest with feather-light kisses, making him blush. He finally understood why people liked hickeys because as you trailed down his chest, the little wine red lipstick you had left on your lips left marks trailing down his chest. Some part of him wished they were permanent, showing off to all that could see, and they would know exactly who he belonged to. You dipped your hand into his waistband, asking, "What color?" "Green, very green," he choked out as your breath ghosted across his abdomen. You looked so beautiful, kneeled on the floor in front of him, taking care of him so gently and treating him so sweetly that he could feel his cock begin to harden again.

You looked up into his eyes as you pulled his pants down. He let out a soft sigh of relief as he was uncaged from his unfortunate trouser situation. His cock flipped down out of his pants, nearly smacking you in the forehead as you looked up at it in awe. Even though it was only semi-hard, it was bigger than any you had ever seen before. Spencer looked down at you shyly "it's not that much, I-I know but I've been researching techniques to make up for it in order to give sufficient pleasure for you- I mean for whatever partners I may have, not that I am saying that I won't please you, I dream of pleasuring you! ... I'm digging myself a hole aren't I."He rambled, rubbing the back of his neck worriedly. "Spencer, you are huge. Way more than I have ever had before. See?" You said, standing up, gently lifting his cock in your hand, measuring it against your stomach.

Maybe Spencer hadn't noticed because it was proportionate to his body and his big hands, but being held in your petite hands and measured against your stomach, he finally did see how much he would fill you up. The tip of his dick just barely reached past the gems that decorated your belly button piercing. "W-Woah." He said growing harder at the thought of pushing so deep into you. He looked up to your face, which was preoccupied with looking down at how far he would reach up in you.

Tearing your eyes away from him and up to his own, you flushed, knowing that he had caught you staring. "What would you like me to do next?" You spoke softly. Despite being the only two in the room, you two both talked in hushed tones, worrying that anything more than that would burst the delicate bubble you two had created. "Can we match?" He said, and you instantly understood him, despite the odd vernacular. You began to slip off your shirt, but he stopped you with an arm on your shoulder. "C-Can I do it?" He said shyly. "Of course, pretty baby," you barely get out before he drifted his hands under your tank.

He slowly lifted your top over your head as he took in the soft smooth feeling of your skin against his, goosebumps pricking up wherever his fingers trailed. You stood in front of him, shirtless as he took in your form. He had imagined what your breasts would look like. Nipples always hard due to your piercings, what your jewelry would look like, but nothing could prepare him for the glimmering moonstone gems that adorned your nipples and navel. Everything matched exactly, including the delicate necklace you wore around your neck.

The only thing he liked more than the perfection of your body was the features that made you, you. Some might call them imperfections, but to Spencer, all he could see in you was beauty. The gentle bruises on your skin from tangles with unsubs, the soft stretch marks that adorned your hips like little valleys and winding rivers, the slight blemishes, and hairs. He loved it because you were the embodiment of the confidence he wished for in himself. While he was always nervous about his body and how others perceived him, you loved yourself for exactly who you were, and you loved him for exactly who he was.

He pulled down your pants, gently following the twist and turn of the stretch marks as they winded down your hips, making sure to kneel down to pull them all the way off of you as you delicately stepped out, gently grabbing onto his hair to keep your balance as you swayed. He moaned softly at the gentle tug of your fingers while he stared up at you in awe. You took his hand in yours, coaxing him to stand.

You both stood there, taking in each other's forms for a moment, hands still connected as if by a thread at the pinky before you spoke. "We shouldn't waste water. Let me clean you off, sweetheart." He nodded before following after you into the gentle spray of the shower, steam now filling the room. He marveled at the way that the water droplets cascaded down your body, gently running down your curves. "Come here," you said, pulling him into a gentle embrace under the hot water.

Your two bodies pressed gently together, and Spencer couldn't help but think that you were molded for each other. Not in the way that a sculptor may stick two unmatched pieces of clay together with slip, more like one rock that had been split by the earth finally returning together. Something about your touch felt like home as you gently cradled him under the water.

He was so enthralled in your being that he didn't notice you gently scrubbing him with a washcloth until the scent of your body wash permeated the air. You gently scrubbed his back, washing off the sweat of the day and replacing it with you. He melted into you as your hands reached up, lathering his hair with shampoo. He wasn't sure if it was because he realized you should probably be getting washed too or because he desperately wanted to ride his hands along the planes of your body, but he decided to lather up his hands and wash you as well. "You are such a good boy. Thank you for cleaning me up" You said, resting your head gently on his chest, softly swirling the soap around his back, now finished scrubbing all you could from that angle, waiting to turn him around.

He moved carefully, avoiding your butt, still too nervous to touch. "Make sure you get everything, sweet boy. I like to be clean when I go to bed." You said, gently grabbing his hand and pulling it down to cup your butt. He inhales a sharp breath as he indulged in a gentle squeeze, continuing to wash you. He washed your back but his hands would occasionally drift down to your ass, growing more confident as he unknowingly rocked into you slightly with every squeeze, letting out soft keening noises.

You peeled yourself off of him as he rutted into the air, whining at the loss of friction. "Slow down, naughty boy. Bad boys don't get to touch. Are you a bad boy?" you asked as you placed a finger on the tip of his cock, swirling it in the precum pooling there despite the water's efforts to wash it off. "No, no! I'm a good boy! You're just so pretty, and you feel so good, and you smell so nice, and I wanna touch you, and I want you to touch me, please." He blurted out, looking at you with hungry eyes, begging for more friction. "Where do you want to touch me baby?" you asked as his eyes raked over your body, taking in all of his options. "I want to touch your boobies and your- your-" "My what? You can say it, naughty boy." You cut him off in his stammering. "Your pussy, I want to touch your pussy." He said, the hot water spreading the blush from his cheeks down his chest, tingeing his cock with a pretty pink hue. "What naughty words from such a pretty boy. You can touch-" he cut you off, lunging towards your body before you grabbed him by the throat, squeezing experimentally. Not too hard, not too soft. He moaned, and you felt the vibrations traveling up your hands."Let me finish what I was saying. Naughty boys don't get to touch. They get spanked." You said as he mewled." What I was going to say before I was so rudely interrupted was that you can touch, AFTER I wash you and after you finish washing me. Only after, you got it?" you said, squeezing a little tighter. "Y-yes." he croaked out. "Good boy," you replied.

You washed out the shampoo in his hair, replacing it with conditioner as he did the same for you. You squirted more soap onto your washcloth, preparing to test him. You took the washcloth in your hand, slowly working over his legs, arms, and chest, teasingly brushing over his overspent cock before returning to cleaning him. He washed you thoroughly, taking care to wash your legs before making sure your stomach and belly button piercing were thoroughly cleaned. Finally, he reached up to wash the leftover makeup off of your face. He touched you like a porcelain doll, worried that you would crack under even the slightest pressure, making you giggle. He flinched, thinking he hurt you, but you grabbed his face in your hands, delivering him a kiss that covered his face in soap.

You both stood there, laughing for a second, relishing the moment before you let out a shy smile. "You can touch my chest now, but make sure you clean my piercings carefully." He looked down at your chest, and now that he'd been given permission, he didn't really know what to do. You could see the puzzled look on his face so you grabbed one of his soapy hands in yours and brought it to your breast. He squeezed experimentally, and you let out a gentle moan. You had been keeping in your arousal to draw out his teasing, but you couldn't hold yourself back as you felt his large hands grasp around your chest and roll your nipple in his fingers.

There was a sweet dichotomy in the harshness of his grasp on your boob, coupled with the gentle twist of your nipple. It was as if he was worried to hurt your piercings, so he made up for it in his grasp. You brought the washcloth down to his cock, hard against his stomach, and began to work him. He whined at the harsh material. "I need to clean you up, baby. You still have a cummy cock. If you beg hard enough when I'm done, I will touch you." You said into his ear as he rested his head on your shoulder.

He was overstimulated, and you could tell, so you decided you wouldn't take as long as you wanted to tease him. But you would still draw it out for your own pleasure. He was bucking and mewling into you as you roughly got him off. It shot you straight to your core, the heat from the shower mixed with his grasp on you, physically and visually, had you closer than you wanted, and deep down you just wanted him to touch you.

When you deemed him clean enough you let the rag drop to the floor. "Beg" you moaned out. "Please, please touch me, I want your hand on me, that's all I want." He whined, bucking into the air. You took pity on him, grasping him with your soap-covered hand. He hissed as your soft touch replaced the rough rag and you could tell he was close. "Touch me, Spencer." You said and his hand shot to your core. His tentative moves giving way to a natural confidence. As he slipped a hand between your folds he could feel you dripping with desire. "O-Oh my god," was all he could stammer out before sinking two of his fingers into your depths, thumb circling your clit. You knew his fingers were long, and you had even fantasized about this exact moment, but nothing could prepare you for his actual length. He had said he did research but that was proven by how quickly he found your g spot and clit. You doubled over in pleasure as his fingers thoroughly fucked you out.

"Spencer, I'm so close, baby. Be a good boy and make me cum." You said, slumping against his shoulder, rubbing yourself against his hand. "Mommy, I'm cumming." He said, looking into your eyes as his body shuttered. His words ricochetted around in your brain, sending you over the edge as you cum all down his hand. You bit into his shoulder to muffle your scream, just as he matched you, cumming down your hand.

You came down from your high as Spencer nearly collapsed onto you. You took extra care in making sure he was all clean before helping him out of the shower and into a towel. He leaned against you the whole time as you got him ready for bed. You forced him to brush his teeth before dragging him to bed.

He sat at the edge, eyes bleary with sleep, taking in the events of the day. You sat behind him, gently toweling off his hair before brushing it and putting lotion on his body. He leaned into your touch, appreciating being cared for, feeling as if everything had been a dream. "C-Can I sleep here? I mean Morgan locked me out and I don't have pants and-" You cut him off with a gentle kiss."Of course, sweetheart, do you want to cuddle? It's ok if you don't or if you want this to be a one-time thing, it's all up to you, baby." You said, gently sweeping his hair out of his face as he looked up with eyes the size of dinner plates. "We can do this more than once? You'll let me? For real?" He asked. "Only if you want to sweetheart. This is all about you." You said, giving him a small smile tinged with a slight sadness. "That's not very fair, I want it to be about you too. What do you want?"

The question knocked you off guard. You're not used to people asking what you want. Usually, people just take and give none in return. The fact that Spencer Reid, your adorable virgin coworker was asking you what you wanted with such a sincere look, caused tears to prick into your eyes. "No one has asked me that in a long time," you smiled, "I would love to do this, and more again with you Spencer. Whenever you want." He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you down so you were lying next to each other on the bed. "Whenever we want" He corrected, cuddling into you.

You surveyed the bite make you left on his shoulder, running your hand over it. "Sorry for marking you up, I didn't mean to hurt you." You said softly as he blushed. "I-I was actually wondering... well... could you maybe give me a hickey? I like that you marked me." He said. You obliged him, giving him long kisses and sucks, gradually working up your force until a large purple bruise had formed on his collar bone. He was gently moaning the whole time, but you didn't want to work him up again as he had already cum twice that night and you didn't think he could handle more. He looked down at it as you pulled away, and you could see a question lingering on his mind.

"What's up?" you asked, smoothing his hair with your hand. "You said you hadn't been asked what you want in a long time, and I was wondering, well... who gave you your piercings?" he asked tentatively and you laughed." You have been reading my book too much, how many chapters have you read?" You said and he looked up at you surprised."You knew? and... well... only 3 chapters. I didn't want to pry into your private life." He said. "You just pried enough to know I want to get pierced by someone?" You asked raising an eyebrow. Before he could get an excuse out, you cut him off. "Well for a genius, you obviously didn't read it that carefully. I said I WOULD like to be pierced during sex, meaning I have not before. These are just standard piercings from a piercing shop, not a big deal, I just like the way they look." You said and he let out a sigh of relief. "Why? d'you get jealous?" you questioned him. He looked down and nodded shyly.

"I can be a lot of firsts for you but if you play your cards right, you can be a lot of firsts for me too. You already gave me a first tonight. You called me mommy. No one's done that before but it was really hot. I liked it a lot." You said matter of factly. "But that is a conversation for another day. It is 2 am and we need to be on a flight at 7:30, so let's get some sleep." You said, turning off the lights and cuddling up close to him. In a matter of seconds, you both were asleep, tangled into each other's arms, both of you feeling, for once, safe and sound.

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born-to-lose · 2 years

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Christmas Market Date

Pairing: Tommi Lalli x reader

Requested by @bitterwitchhh

Summary: Tommi takes you on a Christmas market date.

Tags: fluff, Christmas

Words: 750

A/N: This is the result of gushing over Tommi with the bestie 🥰

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You loved Christmas markets, especially when you were visiting them with Tommi. Even if there were many people around, it felt so peaceful and relaxing and you always found nice things there you couldn't buy anywhere else, including gifts for your loved ones. It was snowing and the fairy lights above you were illuminating the market place, creating the perfect atmosphere for your date.

Arm in arm, the two of you walked by the numerous artisans' stalls, taking your time to look at all the decoration and jewelry they had to offer. Tommi loved to spoil you and every time you looked at something a little too long, he knew he had to buy it for you, even if you didn't ask him to. He had been doing this since you had started dating and although you should be used to it by now, you were still surprised every time.

It wasn't any different with this gold necklace with a moonstone drop pendant you were staring at. Of course, Tommi noticed you liked it, but as usual, you wouldn't tell him, especially because this one wasn't cheap either and you didn't want to milk him.

As the ornate paper stars that were displayed at another stall caught your eye, you left his side to get a closer look at them and his eyes followed you until you were far away enough. Then he got his wallet out of his pocket and turned to the woman who sold the jewelry. "Hello, can I help you?"

"Yes, I'd like to buy this necklace with the moonstone drop pendant."

She put the necklace in a box and handed it over. He paid and put it away just before you returned. "Did you find something you like, love?" he asked, wrapping an arm around you.

"No, did you?"

He shook his head and you made your way through the crowd towards the food area of the market. "Wait, let me buy you a gingerbread heart," he said, squeezing your hand as he stood still.

"Here, take my heart. Again," he grinned as he handed you the gingerbread heart with 'Merry Christmas' written on it with icing.

Your smile widened and you looked down, not knowing what to say, so you just took his hand and resumed your walk towards the glögi booth.

"It's so pretty here," you pointed out after taking a sip of your drink.

"Just like you," Tommi replied right away, being as cheesy as he could be tonight.

"You're the sweetest," you said sincerely.

"I'm trying."

There was a pause. He placed his cup on the bar table, fumbling with the handle a bit before saying softly but loudly enough for you to understand, "I want to ask you something…"

"Oh?" You tilted your head in surprise. Besides the look in his eyes that told you not to worry about anything, the day had gone well, so you weren't nervous about what he had to say. He got down on one knee and you realized what he meant.

The idea came to him rather spontaneously. Well actually, he had everything exactly planned out for another day, but this moment was just too perfect to pass the opportunity up. He had contemplated if maybe he should wait until you were in private, but he was pretty confident of your answer, which basically ruled out the possibility of him being publicly rejected. Also, the atmosphere was ideal for asking you the most important question.

However, he had to propose to you without a ring because he had chosen not to bring it with him since he was afraid of losing it in the crowd and preponing the proposal hadn't been planned anyway. Instead, he would just give you the necklace he had secretly bought you earlier for now.

"You know what's coming," he chuckled deeply as he got the box with the necklace out of his pocket and opened it, holding it up. Despite having studied his speech for over a month, he didn't know what to say at this moment, but maybe it was best to keep it simple. "I wanted to ask you another time, so I don't have the ring with me now, but will you marry me?"

You hunched your shoulders to hide behind your fluffy scarf, a huge smile on your face, and nodded excitedly. "Yes! Yes, of course!"

Tommi stood up and cupped your cheeks, leaning down to kiss you. "I really am the luckiest man alive."

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yostressmininggirl · 2 years

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Even if I'm very new to this fandom, the experience has been great with all of you! Thank you for enjoying my work and I hope I can continue to give you the content you deserve c:

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That Ranboo highschool fic was so cute! That’s exactly what I look for in Ranboo x readers :) could you do one where Ranboo and reader are really close friends (but sometimes they harmlessly flirt) and reader goes to Ranboo’s house to do hw after school like normal but they end up cuddling and watching TV later on? If this is too much or you just don’t want to do this I totally understand. Have a good day/night :) <3

Why thank you very much anon! This is the first time I'm answering a normal ask wow- and although I flirt with my friends, somehow I blanked out on the memories when I needed reference for this damn it ahahah. I was tempted to add this to my College AU thing going on but this shall be stand alone! I hope this is up to your standards, anon!

Comfort Zone

Pairing -> Ranboo x Reader

Words -> 1410 Words

Themes -> Platonic, Highschool Setting, Tired Streamer, the best of friends are the ones you can flirt with

The discussion at the front about the Communist Manifesto would have kept you up for as long as the duration of the class if not for the fact that you ended up sleeping late that day, the drawl of your classmate's reporting slowly but surely lawling you to sleep.

Your head was about to roll off from being held upright by your hand when you suddenly jolted awake from feeling something pull at the other, forcing you to turn your head to your right, the seat next to you occupied by the person that disturbed your almost-sleep.

"Stay awake, Miss Flemings is looking at the class," large hands cradled yours, poking at your palm for a bit before intertwining your fingers, giving it a soft squeeze before Ranboo fixed his gaze back on the projector screen, "Just a few minutes left before class ends anyways."

"Is that just an excuse so you can steal my hand?" Now on high alert, you sent a smug look at your seatmate as he gives you a sideway glance. Thinly pressed lips copying a coy smile.

Either way you didn't make a move to pull your hand back, the thought eased your companion. "Oh please, you know I like holding your hand. Actually, just as much as you probably." Defeated with that response, you turn your gaze straight ahead too, feeling the vibrations of his muted laugh from your conjoined hands.

You squeeze again just a little bit harder.

The last class of the day (English) always had you yawning and almost headbutting the floor when the learning plan shifted to purely listening to reportings of your classmates, an hour worth felt like three, and you've found yourself realizing you learn more of the lessons from reading your books than listening to the anxious rambling of others.

Perhaps the fact that you've presented long ago amplified your sleepiness and lax attitude for the class, but your best friend would always stick up for you to make sure that you don't get caught. Either by distracting you with a carefully hidden airpod or just using your hand as a fidget toy, more often than not playing around with you through jokes to let the time fly even just a millisecond faster.

Usually these jokes come out smooth flirty, because what are friends if you're not comfortable enough to platonically flirt with each other? Sometimes you feel Ranboo's romantic hopelessness seep out from his person to test his lines on you, taking your flustered reaction as a success or your genius quips back as further challenge.

"You know you can tell me anything, right? If there's something you need rant out, someone to vent to, I'll be here."

The way you slightly curl in on yourself as if to make yourself small and evade the world around you, it was an indicator Ranboo has mastered and didn't like. Usually it means something is bothering you. "Yeah, I know, Ran," you felt him slightly bump his shoulder to yours that one day during lunch, "I guess I'm just too used to being the person people vent to."

"I know, that's one of the things I admire about you. And that's why..." you don't fully remember the full extent of your friend's lecture after that, brain too busy short circuiting at the first instance of his smoothness to comprehend what other motivational stuff he had to say.

When he realized the effect he had on you, the teasing in your friendship became frequent.

When you realized that you've reached this level of comfort in your friendship, your retaliation started.

You bring to him the comfort of being himself without worrying for some kind of out-of-the-blue rejection over his misunderstood actions, a recent story you've heard from him not too long ago and laughed your heart's out while he banged his head on his desk (hypothetically) out of frustration and unadulterated confusion.

Switching out of the Twitch app in your phone, Discord replaced your screen with your desired friend's message thread already displayed for your purpose. "Hey, I'm on the way to your house, we still g on the homework thing?" You sent before quickly going back to tuning in on Ranboo's stream, recognizing the exact moment he'd received the message in his phone (it's a facecam stream today) as he sent out a reply after a pause.

"of course, will be ending stream soon too :)"

And you walked the rest of the way, listening to your friend's story sharing to his viewers about an amusing thing that happened during his class, one in which you weren't present in and likely haven't heard of.

When you arrived at his block, you packed your phone and earphones to be polite when greeted by his mother, making sure to clean your shoes before putting it on the rack by the entrance. It’s not the first time you’ve been here, and not just for school purposes; with how frequent and close you are to her son, you’ve been forced to call Ranboo’s mom auntie and offers her home with full trust.

“Hello, sweetie! He should still be streaming, but is there anything you need?”

“Nice to see you again, auntie,” the two of you proceeded to exchange welcoming hugs, “I’m just here to work on homework with him, and stay before dinner.” Taking the first step up the staircase, auntie’s nod became your signal to continue up as she goes back to the kitchen to prepare the food.

“You can stay over to eat dinner if you’d like! I’ve made some nice casserole for tonight!” You called over your approval before finally excusing yourself to the second level, heading straight to your classmate’s door before whipping out your phone, catching the last of his goodbye’s and thank you’s to the viewers as he ends the stream a few seconds later.

Ranboo pulled his head back from his hands upon hearing the creak of his bedroom door, almost startled but regaining himself upon realizing it was just you. Confused, you closed the door and watched as he beckons you over, arms spread open in expectation.

When you made it next to where he sat on his gaming chair, Ranboo’s shoulder sag with a defeated sigh, forehead laying against your chest as his arms loosely hang around your waist. Your hand immediately went to his hair, “You good, My Beloved?” A minute passes with nothing but another sigh and you know something’s wrong, usually he quips something back when you call him that.

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323 notes • Posted 2021-08-14 22:01:36 GMT

hey idk if requests are open or not so if they arent pls ignore this but may i request a ranboo fic (platonic obviously) with a reader whose love language is physical touch? and maybe theyre just hanging out and listening to music idkk

You guys are really obsessed with Ranboo, gosh I really hope I'm doing well with writing the funky genderman. There’s no indicator if this was for C or CC Ranboo so I settled with a similar setting like the previous ones, hope you like it!

Ranboo's Unfinished Guide to a Physically Affectionate Friend (RUG-PAF)

PART TWO

Pairing -> Ranboo x Reader

Words -> 981 Words

Themes -> School setting, a bit crack-ish, love language (physical touch - Reader side)

1. You must be tough enough to take on tactical tackle hugs. If you are not tough enough to take on tactical tackle hugs, shame on you, you are a failure of a friend.

Hiding is the absolute weakness of a man so big as Ranboo. Towering over the sea of people and easily spotted despite his 'normal' features, he's as - or even more obvious than a fire exit sign hanging on the ceiling.

The last bell rings for the day and everyone packs their things to leave their respective classrooms. Ranboo had been one of the last ones to leave, having to duck down to not kiss the doorway, when the hallways had trickled down to a healthy amount of human obstacles he can manage to maneuver through.

"Ranboo!" Before his head even turned to where the shout came from, by instinct and Pavlovian conditioning the muscles in his body tensed up, center of gravity and posture aligned like a player in a football match. "There you are!”

And there you are, approaching from the left hallway with a speed breaking your previous record once you’ve confirmed that the tall stick walking around was your friend. Quickly he adjusted his stance as his arms spread open in invitation, invitation you quickly accepted as you leapt into his arms without a care on the world.

Your lurch almost sends him tumbling back if not for his right leg staggering back to skid against the concrete floor, rubber shoes squeaking from the force. “(Y/N)! Hey there!”

The giddy laughter near his ear makes him sigh in relief knowing that there were no harm done this time. A few seconds later it was time to bring you back to the ground, arms around one another loosening as you finally stabilized yourself on your own, “I haven’t seen you all day, I really thought you skipped today!”

“I had to sulk in the library - you know I told you we have a battery exam today? That’s why, yeah, sorry about that.”

The bystanders only shook their head before continuing on their own business. Realizing the stares they caught, Ranboo rubbed the back of his neck before concentrating on your beaming face that reminisced on today’s funny shenanigans.

Yeah, to hell with everybody else.

They’re not the one dealing with your hugs anyways.

2. It's not about the distance! Do not question the distance, you are only gonna make a fool of yourself.

Ranboo’s taste in music is... unique. But that’s okay, with a lil bit of exposure therapy and even your own Youtube recommendations spicing up your playlist, he had acquired a companion that appreciates his choices.

Now he didn’t have to panic and hurriedly try to skip the playlist every time Two Trucks played as the next song.

With the company of his earphones and a good friend, the day always significantly brighten despite its rough start.

Whether it be in class, while eating in the cafeteria, or even just chilling at home you always have the right earphone stuck on your ear. But because of his height and the limited length of the buds, you’re always practically glued to his side if you wanted to listen comfortably.

You don’t mind it tho. Head sometimes leaning on his arm as your own wraps around his elbow.

But he does. Gosh, what if you were actually having a hard time? Yet you’re too shy or considerate to say anything.

When he tries to lean down or slide his back down the seat to accommodate - well he just accomplished looking ridiculous, ending with you laughing at his form as he’s forced to straighten his posture. He’s stopped trying this method after his back started aching and your guffaws grew louder that he aimed for a better alternative.

“Auntie and uncle aren’t here yet?”

“They actually just left to get groceries so we have the house for ourselves for about...” Dropping his bag next to the couch, Ranboo sat himself on the far left while unlocking his phone, “45 minutes.”

Sweet, he heard you from the entrance, carefully storing your shoes at the rack near it to avoid dirtying the floors. While you were on that, he busied himself with his Spotify playlists. “Not going upstairs?” Looking up you appeared standing before him, he shakes his head in response. “Alright, music time it is.”

Ranboo practically smothered himself against the couch’s arm rest just to make sure you have a huge part of the couch to yourself, as the guest. Taking out the newly bought airpods he offered you the other one, attention more focused on scrolling through his liked songs now.

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Handholding = T®ust

Pairing ××> Ranboo x Reader

Count ××> 2345 words

Theme ××> Highschool setting, Ambiguous relationship

Your friendship with Ranboo had always revolved around the sacred ritual of holding hands. And honestly? You're not at all complaining.

The handholding that occurs when you're being guided through a busy hallway.

The first instance of the hand holding experience ironically (or should it be un-?) coexisted with many other firsts. The first time you met Ranboo happened at the first day of school before first period, which all-in-all equaled to four firsts in the equation. Fantastic.

There was no telling at all why your English professor thought it was idea to require so many books to use especially on the first day of classes, but here you are in front of your locker, trying to bundle all the requested materials for first period. You didn't bring a big enough bag for all of these - well of course you wouldn't, because it's the first freaking day!

"You sure you got this?" Your friend said as she stepped back from her own locker, cautiously eyeing the amount of books in your arms that's obviously more than the ones she's carrying. Lucky her, Miss Johnson isn't so reliant on book references and focused in making the class more fun to not sleep to.

"Not like I can do anything," you both shared a shrug before saying your goodbyes and promise to eat together in break time. And you dread this part of your high school days the most when you turned towards the hall to your first class; there stood between you and your books is a sea of students rushing to reach their classes with a good minute or two left before the bell.

The clock turned 7:58 om the screen of your phone of which laid on top of the books you're carrying. In your desperate attempt, you tried to squeeze against the current of students going the opposite direction, mumbling your sorries as you popped out of the other side.

Almost bumping against another student who instinctively stepped back upon your appearance. Why is this school overpopulated? You can barely see the end of the hallway from all the heads blocking your view. But you pulled up your books closer to your chest once again, determined not to be late for your first day -

"You have Mrs. Cindy for first period too?" Startled from your game planning, you turned back to the student you almost encountered - only to crane your head back upon realizing the torso that blocked your view - and saw a bashful giant looking between you and your arms.

There were no three thick books in his arms, but you can clearly see an oversized bag slung over his back. You really should have been more prepared.

"Yeah, I assume you're a classmate?" A curt nod. You both turned towards the crowded hallways. "We might be running late at this rate."

There was an audible hum his way before your classmate offered a hand towards your bundle, nodding towards the hallway to the stairs when you gave him a confused glance. "Let me get that for you, it would be harder to navigate with that on the way," you would have protested more if not for the obvious soreness of carrying said books in the short time you've carried them - and yet he carried it with ease with just one arm.

The other signed for you to walk behind him, as you followed his shadow while the sea of students seem to part from his imposing figure. It reminded you of cars following close behind an ambulance. But this isn't as easy as cruising a straight road, something you've realized as more students started pushing against your sides, almost tripping you in the process.

That little nuance in your steps was enough to force a distance between your classmate with how easily long his strides are, your path once again blocked by fellow students. Cursing yourself from the mishap, you desperately tried to push past people as you watched the brown hair (your only indicator) go farther from view.

"Wait!" You don't even know his name to call out, the panic starts to sink in and your desperation comes in the form of ducking and forcefully slipping past any break in the formation of students. This gained you lots of angry glares and reactive shouts, but you could care less.

Seeing a break towards the stairs, you squeezed through the row and almost made out with the steps if not for a hand pulling you to stability.

"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry! I didn't realize you weren't behind me from the pace I was going," but you only shook your head in response as the bell finally signalled the inevitable. The brunette cursed in front of you before adjusting his hold to your hand, looking you in the eye for acceptance. A nod was enough to convince him it was fine. "Just to make sure you don't get lost again. Now come on, Mrs. Cindy's very strict over attendance."

It was then that you've found out about your 'savior's' name and when you properly introduced yourself to each other outside of class, he asked you to call him by the nickname Ranboo instead. You couldn't even judge or question him about it, knowing full well you owed him for all the trouble he had to go through.

What was perceived as trouble then turned into unspoken routine of Ranboo just showing up and helping you navigate through first period rush each time, not missing a day unless he wasn't at school. That small window time of hand holding solidified the foundation of your friendship and you wouldn't have anyone else pull you through a hallway by the hand besides him.

The hand holding that occurs on special occasions where dances are commonplace.

Your opinion on school dances is iffy, more so when it comes to the topic of senior prom. What's stopping you from enjoying your night just chilling in your comfy clothes while tuning in to a stream by your favorite gamers? Apparently that came in the form of parents that want you to end your highschool experience with an unforgettable night out.

You don't even have a date. It was obvious at the troubled (sour) look on your face as you arrived at the venue, such were the observation of your dear friend Ranboo who was pleasantly surprised that you pushed through with attending senior prom. He had the same hesitation to skip senior prom, landing him in the same situation as you.

Shaking his head from the stunned daze he had upon inspecting how good you cleaned up, dare he say the most stunning he'd seen you, Ranboo watched as you pushed through the double doors into the events area.

Senior prom should be memorable in the best way possible, Ranboo tightened his tie with newfound purpose and determination.

"As we approach the end of our night, students, you may now enjoy the rest of prom dancing to your heart's content!" The ambient music ended as the DJ switched to slow dance songs, the lights around the place dimming as it is centered towards the dance floor, "Faculty members will be on the lookout for prom king and queen, so be on your best behavior!"

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367 notes • Posted 2021-08-08 22:01:04 GMT

Hii! I’m back yet again to request a Ranboo fic lmao. So we all know that sadly Ranboo has to come back to the US soon so how about reader is irl friends with him and when he gets home they see each other for the first time in a while and the just ✨hug✨ and hang out the rest of the day. Also if you don’t want to do this request or just can’t feel free to ignore this. Anyway hope u have a good day/night! :D

Anon!! Nice to see you again, loyal Ranboo enthusiast! I actually had a draft similar to this however it’s too romantic and that’s a no-no, so here’s my new attempt on this prompt. Also yes I am still alive, thank you for waiting, I didn’t realize how long I was gone!

We’re Satisfied

˖۪⸙͎ Platonic Ranboo x Reader

✧ ཻུ۪۪ 1, 500+ Words

✧ ۪۪Ranboo has been away in the UK for too long, and he knows he has to pay for all that lost time. Somehow your reunion went opposite of what you expected it to be.

ཻུ۪۪Art by Mayloony in YT!

As Ranboo’s long time friend, and the best one honestly (unofficial title but you know Ranboo is just too much of a wuss to admit it), you two have always done things together. Which is why this whole event is such a painful change for the both of you.

You would have joined him, but you are broke. And Ranboo is too broke to afford two airplane tickets just so you can stick together. That would have been the perfect arrangement but not all things go your way even if it was meant to be.

So with a tearful, dramatic airport send off, and the promises of nightly updates and souvenirs, your inseparable duo goes its separate ways.

That was almost five months ago. Four months+ of watching your friend through the screen and talking only through calls, sometimes with how frequent he updates you, it almost felt like you were never that faraway from each other. ALMOST, at least. At the end of the day you couldn’t comfort your friend as much as you could when he felt under the weather when he first arrived in the European country, couldn’t smack his arm when he made an awful joke. But most importantly-

You COULDN’T celebrate his BIRTHDAY TOGETHER.

“I’m glad you had fun on your birthday,” it was almost midnight for him and the sun is on its way to set for you.

“Mhmm, you don’t sound too happy tho,” you sputtered protests at your friend’s accusation which he silenced after continuing his speech. “What’s wrong? I know what you sound like when you’re repressing something, come on, tell me.”

“Sometimes I despise that you know me so well,” you heard his breathy chuckles at your defeat, held back as to respect the sleeping housemate in his vicinity. Ranboo always made it a point to call you at the dead of night when Toby is likely to rest, so as to respect the privacy of your conversation. Despite the fact that it’s mostly him that’s the topic. “I’m just sad we didn’t get to celebrate your 18th birthday together. You know, like we planned before?”

I almost forgot about that! You heard Ranboo’s distant voice failing to mask his surprise and forgetfulness at the other end of the line, squinting despite him not being able to see it. “I remember, we were gonna buy the ride-all-you-can pass for that one amusement park - ” Six Flags, you mumbled to yourself. “ - and spend the whole day together until we’re dead tired to go on...”

Silence permeated the call.

“I miss you so much, ‘Boo.”

“I miss you more. Hey, at least I’ll be coming back there very soon. Then I’ll do my best to make up for the four?” Almost five. “Almost five months that I’ve been gone until you’ve forgotten that I was away in the first place. How’s that sound?”

Well it sounded good on paper. BUT NOT IN PRACTICE.

Before Ranboo even boarded the plane to America, he’d specifically instructed you to not come into contact with him since he wanted to quarantine himself to make sure you don’t get infected if he did somehow contract the virus. Which was BULLSHIT, he didn’t have to do that (it wasn’t mandatory now) but if there was anyone more stubborn than you, it was Ranboo. But sometimes there are instances where you out-stubborn the oreo man.

So when Ranboo finally got out of the car and saw you standing mighty and proud in front of his house, you expected him to scold you for doing the exact opposite of what he wanted. Or even kick you out of his lawn to enforce his distance (even though you got explicit approval from his parents that you can come over). But no, none of that happened, in fact the opposite of your predictions happened.

The sound of his backpack dropping on the sidewalk pulled you out of your challenging stare, and next thing you knew a Ranboo-sized teddy bear is draped on you for a hug - oh, no, wait, that’s actually just Ranboo himself. Confused yet happy about winning, you wrapped your arms around your friend.

His whole body sagged more at the returned hug.

“What happened to quarantining - ?”

“Shut up.” You gladly did so.

You’ve thought the miraculously tearless reunion would have ended after screaming about haunted canned beans and helping him unpack his four luggage filled with his setup. You even got some of the prizes he won from that one carnival they visited in Tommy’s vlog (a stuffed toy of your favorite animal! Although in your least liked color, eh beggars can’t be choosers) but it seems surprises didn’t stop there.

Ranboo announced his arrival in the room with a jingle of keys, distracting you from reading the words on the box of his Youtooz (oh yeah he gave you three of those) to see him leaning against his room’s doorway in a fresh set of clothes. When you didn’t budge and only gave him a confused stare, your friend shook his head and raised the keys again - car keys. “Let’s go.”

“Go?” You followed his footsteps when he made his way towards the front door. “Oh, go home.”

“What? No, you dummy, we’re going out to eat. If there’s anything I missed in the UK, it’s American fast food.” You elbowed his side sharply, making him almost keel over. “Ow - and you too, I guess.” You elbowed him harsher this time.

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373 notes • Posted 2021-11-15 22:02:27 GMT

Menestheus

Pair ¦ Syndicate x Reader (All Canon; Technoblade, Philza, Niki, Ranboo)

Count ¦ 3700+ words

Warning ¦ Blood and war mention, out of canon for obvious reasons, there is a prologue for this.

Summary ¦ The newest member of the Syndicate is supposed to be a fearsome friend of Technoblade. You’re no monster, not a feared fighter in combat, but somehow next to them seems like the most natural place to be in. At least in the eyes of everyone else.

Despite being an obvious fact, it seems to have passed everyone’s heads that Technoblade had been somewhere far before being called on to the lands of the Dream SMP. But it was a topic seldom spoken about for many reasons that everyone had come up with, tho if you were to ask the half piglin man himself, he would answer as simple and concise:

“Because no one asked?”

The existence of Philza and the demeanor of Technoblade felt like enough of an answer for anyone. And besides, Philza never really said any other detail that would say anything else about Techno, not knowing the fact that even the immortal had limited knowledge over the topic either.

So when Techno talked about recruiting outside help for the Syndicate, an honorary member that hails from a background of actual anarchy, everyone calmly lost their shit.

“HOW COME YOU NEVER TOLD US ABOUT THIS BEFORE?!”

“HEH?! Because it just came up???”

Fair enough. And the meeting goes as usual, except everyone else on the table are preoccupied with thoughts and theories in their heads of this inbound newcomer to their little gang and ultimately, the server.

The trust and respect that drips off from Technoblade’s words made them picture a more intimidating version of the Blood God, drenched in blood and parading with hundreds- no, thousands! - of withers in their entry. Lands of anarchy are full of chaos, griefs and explosions, right? What if the current state of L’Manberg were magnified to happen to the whole SMP?

Safe to say that Technoblade was the only one present in mind during the duration of the meeting, something about the updates regarding the Egg. Ranboo in particular was more aware of everything else going on outside of the things Techno was talking about, how Philza and Niki were staring with a thousand year stare, and something akin to falling rocks somewhere in the stronghold.

So when the ceiling directly above the table suddenly collapsed and a figure fell with the dust from the fallen debris, everyone stumbled over themselves with frantic shouts of confusion, trying not to fumble with their weapons and equipment to confront the intruder. “Technoblade!” The Syndicate members froze at the unfamiliar voice, said figure leaping off the table to tackle the man in question, “You didn’t give me the proper directions, you idiot!”

“Heh?! Wait, wait, you’re here already? I haven’t even done the mysterious introduction for your arrival yet!”

“Stop stalling and just hug me already, nerd!”

Menestheus, the sixth member of the Syndicate.

The things Technoblade, Protesilaus, spoke to everyone about the new recruit was nothing like the real deal. Perhaps it was due to their imaginations sparking about the anarchaic reinforcement that seems to have earned the Blood God’s respect overestimated your true form, because not a drip of intimidation comes from you as everyone else watched you chatting next to Technoblade.

You donned simple, casual clothes with no hint of armor on you, just a hint of freshly made iron tools that you used to mine your way to the meeting room. The smile on your face as you caught up with your old pal felt too carefree. And the way you had to crane your head to look up to the Piglin hybrid felt cuter to look at than anything else.

Soon enough after the initial incident, the rest of the group introduced themselves to you and it went smooth sailing from there. As you were new to the server, there were a lot of things you lacked before you can fully settle in so the rest of the meeting ended up being an informative talk and planning of your settlement for now.

Given the basic directions of where the things are beyond the tundra such as the village area and where the spawn area was, the older man couldn’t help but be amused of how easy you settled into the routine. Watching you flee from your house at the start of the day, coming back from your foraging and mining with plenty of items from the overworld and nether.

Or he had assumed you’d done that seeing as your trusted friend lived in the area.

The snowy tundra was a harsh environment that lacks the necessities a simple plains or forest could give, so it was a huge surprise to Philza that you chose to hang around their ‘retirement’ area for a permanent home.

The avian hybrid wanted to offer help, he really did, but it felt obtrusive and belittling considering your status to think that you couldn’t live by yourself.

What really sold Phil came from a random night out, when his curiosity gave him more than an answer.

Your sunny routine turned into after dark rendezvous, and he always caught a whiff of gunpowder every time you two would greet each other for the day. TNT probably? Explosions are after all a usual in the world you lived in as well as tied to their ideals.

Yet when you stood a few miles away from the snowy plain, past the snowy hills that crowned the houses, the curious bird cautiously followed as sneakily as he could. He was a good distance away and out of sight when catching up, an invisibility potion in his hand in case he needs to go for that measure.

Why was he so paranoid when he trusted you in the first place? Philza was really just into the unknown more than he cared to admit.

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Hi, sorry if I'm overwhelming you with Requests, but I had an idea for an Imagine that I'd really love to see you write!! Could you please write some Headcanons for how Link, Zelda, Sidon and Revali (Age of Calamity timeline for Sidon btw) would react to a young woman who has a very strong connection to the Spirits being sent to teach Zelda how to unlock her power? Like it's a young woman, around 18 years old, who has a natural ability to communicate with all manner of Spirits, maybe even is part Spirit in some way, so she gets appointed by the King of Hyrule to teach Zelda how to do the same? And maybe she's super nice and excited too? Thanks so much, I really appreciate it!!

oh darling you're totally fine i really appreciate it :D

i hope i did this justice! it's a really neat concept

i also made it an x reader with those attributes if that's okay :)

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Hylia's Guide

[BOTW x fem!Reader]

Headcanons (Link, Zelda, Revali, Sidon)

warnings: none

takes place during Age of Calamity!

also for headcanon's sake,,,,,being a descendant of hylia in this case doesnt mean that you're of the same family? if that makes sense? okay so like reader is descended from hylia and technically so is zelda but they aren't blood related in any way HAHA hope that makes sense

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Let's set the scene, yeah?

You were one of the descendants of Hylia from centuries past, now a ghost in the afterlife as part of the universe itself.

Naturally, you would be surprised when you became sentient once more and blinked open your eyes in the middle of Hyrule Field. In your head rang a soothing voice that you both heard in your head and felt in your bones. In an instant, you knew it was Hylia communicating with your physical form again after years of dormant sleep.

The voice instructed that you were to aid Zelda in her studies of connecting to her powers. Hylia could not intervene directly with Zelda, of course, but the most the Goddess could do was send someone in her place. And that was you: a descendant of Hylia's own bloodline resurrected from the dead come to help the princess in her efforts. Easy enough, right?

Convincing the King and his guards of the situation was difficult, let alone trying to get him to allow you to assist his precious daughter with her practice. The only proof that you had of any story that you told were the markings on your hands and chest.

Three distinct triangles etched themselves on your body: one on the back of each hand and the third on your chest. Your powers had long since been passed on to the next descendant of Hylia, but you were still full of the knowledge of how to use Hylia's gift and how to communicate with the spirits.

•••

Link

Link was wary of you at first, being the princess's appointed knight and all, but he soon figured that you weren't as much of a threat as he initially thought

You were kind and excited to meet someone else who also held Hylia's gift (albeit not necessarily awakened, but still) and Link knew that Zelda would be safe in your hands

While going on spiritual treks with Zelda and Link, you almost always made the meals because both Zelda and Link can't really cook lmao

Coming from an entirely different era, you had a big book of recipes in your head that you brought into reality with every meal you made, and Link definitely wasn't complaining

He appreciated your wide breadth of knowledge of different foods, plants, and wildlife that you might encounter on your travels

It made planning protective measures for the princess all the easier

Sometimes the ventures to connect to Hylia didn't bear any fruit (and that's okay because the gift takes plenty of patience!) and the mood could become solemn quickly

But you were always determined to lift the mood and lighten everyone's attitude, and it always worked!

You would excitedly ramble off stories about where you grew up or what you liked to do on your own travels back in the day, and it would always make Link feel warm that you had such fond memories you were willing to share with him

When Zelda needed time to herself to try to connect to the spirits and Hylia, you and Link would hang around each other and bond

Link would listen attentively as you talked about the cultural and time differences between your world and this one, sharing sympathy when you expressed nostalgia over your time lost

But you would quickly turn it around to the positives, which is what Link thought was a wonderful quality that you had

If you ever got caught off guard while on ventures by the Yiga Clan or rogue animals, Link would fight just as hard as he would in larger battles to keep you safe

Over the time you spent together, Link grew very fond of you and always was at your side if he wasn't immediately attending to the princess

Once your guidance and knowledge finally broke through to Zelda and her power awakened, Link was so proud of you for fulfilling your duty

He was worried that you would disappear from his life once you completed Hylia's task, but you connected to the spirits after the fact and bargained with them

At the end of it all, you were able to live your life through again with Link by your side :)

•••

Zelda

Goddess was Zelda relieved when she found out that she would be having a guide to help her unlock her powers

Upon meeting you, she was absolutely floored with your kindness and willingness to help her with her problems

You were a wonderful mentor to Zelda, teaching her things about the different spirits and how to harness the power that she never would have dreamed of researching on her own

And wow there was a lot of information HAHA

Zelda was also transfixed with the fact that you came from another lifetime, and you were more than happy to tell her all about your life before this one

She would also take very detailed notes about everything you said, enamored with the way you spoke and how excited you got about things you loved

Quiet study time in Zelda's room would often turn into challenges of you trying to make her laugh with small tidbits of stupid stunts you would pull

Of course Zelda couldn't hold back a smile when you were around, so the challenges would fall short but with you falling into fits of laughter

You always brightened Zelda's mood whenever she was down about a failed connection attempt, urging her to try more and be patient with herself

Zelda was thankful to Hylia for sending you because honestly she wouldn't know what to do without someone that was as kind and generous as you were with spreading knowledge about your gifts

And when they finally awakened, Zelda couldn't be more happy!

Hyrule was now safe with Zelda's power awakened and Ganon on the edge of being sealed away

She pleaded that you find a way to stay in her time and teach her more about the spirits and Hylia herself

Your heart warmed at the thought that someone wanted you to stay, and it warmed even more at the fact that someone loved you enough to want to keep you forever :)

•••

Sidon

Sidon met you when he was summoned with the other Champion successors

You were the first to greet him and explain what had happened with the time jumping and all that, and you helped to put his nerves at ease

His own excitable and boisterous personality bounced off of your own energy and buzz!

Fighting side by side with you, Sidon admired how you always had a strategy and were looking out for Zelda as if she was your own sister

He was surprised upon learning your story: never had he known that Hylia had the power like that to bring someone back to help those in the present

Sidon tried his best to stay by your side whenever he could, wanting to keep your blind spots covered just in case

In your time, you had known the Zora and actually knew King Dorephan when he was a young little guppy, and your stories of Dorephan never failed to make Sidon laugh

Sidon in turn shared his own tales of the evolved Zora Domain, and you found his storytelling absolutely captivating

Sidon felt a pull to you like he had to no one else before, and he nurtured that pull with his own heart

He made sure you had enough supplies, checked in on you immediately when you came back from a far off mission

Just an all around softie I think! Sidon has always been caring like that :)

When it was time for him to go back, you discovered a way that you could jump with him back to his own time

After all, your mission with Zelda from Hylia was over. Why shouldn't you be able to live your life through again?

You jumped back with Sidon to a world vastly different than the one you had just been in, and even more different than the one you were born into

But with Sidon, it always felt like home!

•••

Revali

Revali didn't want to be impressed, but he was Definitely Impressed

Your composure about the whole situation was amazing, and you handled all the questions everyone had with grace

And your kindness was overwhelming (in a good way) with the fact that you opened your mind to such possibilities of even being resurrected like that

Revali admired you through and through

He would be incessantly curious about what the afterlife was like, how the spirits communicated with you, what Hylia was like

You, of course, couldn't accurately answer most questions because, well, you couldn't remember, but you appreciated his desire to learn

You loved the way that he fought: with purpose and intent. There was little to no hesitation with Revali, he always had a plan

When you would go to treks with Zelda and Link to try to summon Zelda's power, Revali would make comments here and there insisting that he tag along just in case

Poor Rito really just wanted to spend more time with you, that's all!

If he did tag along, it would be to Lanayru with his knowledge of the cold weather

He would rattle off safety facts of mountain weather and gear you would need, and you would be happy to listen as long as he was talking to you

Revali would also love to hear about your old life, and since you could go on for hours about it all, he would sit and absorb everything that came out of your mouth

He was smitten in a matter of weeks!

He could see the care and sympathy you had for Zelda as she struggled and triumphed in her process of opening her powers, and he appreciated that you could care so much for someone like that

Revali subconsciously protected you even if there was a leaf that fell in the way of your path, as he was always on alert in case someone caught you off guard

As your time came to a close and Zelda awakened her powers, Revali demanded that you stay (with love, of course)

And stay you did, making a bargain with the spirits and living the rest of your second life in the company of the Rito warrior :)

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hope i got this good!! i thought the concept was really neat and i kinda wished they did something like that actually :/ zelda didn't deserve that angst

requests are welcome :)

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SINCERELY, YOURS.

hanta sero x fem!reader

WARNING(S): none

word count: 3.0k

song: sincerely, yours // nohidea

note(s): i just think that he'd be the perfect hubby tbh (EDIT: I'M SO DUMB I POSTED W/O TAGS PFAHAHHA)

Hanta finally managed to force open the door to the log cabin that had long been awaiting your arrival, the wooden structure welcoming the approaching warmth and laughter of the newly wedded couple. The ravenette smirked joyously and let out a triumphant 'hoorah', your laughter only adding to the display of ego on his face.

"And you said I'd drop you," Hanta mocked your earlier words, looking down at you with that very same smirk. If not for your arms wrapped around his neck and entire weight held in his arms, you most likely would have pushed his face away by the cheek. To avoid that shit-eating, joking smirk that rarely left his dumb and lovable face. The face you fell for so undoubtedly swift and heavy.

"I didn't say you would I said you may drop me," Was your response. "It's not every day we walk through so much snow!"

"Hush now, that was nothing to me," Hanta lifted the arm that supported your back, planting his lips on your forehead in a sweet welcoming kiss. Your lips curled in approval, accepting the gesture as Hanta used his foot to close the door behind you both, driving away the cold breeze from outside as warmth replaced it. "Now would you look at this place!"

Heeding Hanta's words, your eyes averted from his addicting gaze to the bonnie log cabin interior set out before you two. From left to right the cabin maintained an earthy theme, consistent in wooden textures excluding that of the supple beige sofas in the centre of the room. They were accompanied with ripening red cushions, as well as a few other pieces of furniture containing the same colour to maintain an advertising aesthetic no doubt. Lengthy beams stretched from one end of the walls to the other, set out in rows. The deepest wall (opposite to the entrance) was made mostly out of glass and onlooking a gorgeous snowy forest scene, small golden lights lit up outside to only add to the aura already presented. Built-up by red bricks and extending up toward the ceiling was a great open fireplace, already sparked alight and sensing a contrasting warmth to the bitter cold outdoors. In the corner of the room were a set of stairs most likely directing themselves off to the bedroom, though you and Hanta were so taken by the bottom floor's interior neither of you even processed there were more rooms to see.

"Wow... this place is gorgeous!" You said through a whisper, face lighting up at the sight. Never had you thought a place could be so beautifully arranged and so beautiful in general, and the two of you had this place to yourselves for an entire two weeks... it made you feel like the luckiest person alive! That you were really, as you'd just tied the knot the love of your life and were starting an entirely new journey with him. From the very moment you'd both uttered 'I do' in front of all your friends and family - the paths you lead became one that you would waltz down together.

"So you like it then?" Hanta asked, ebony eyes trailing away from the open fire and down to your own E/C irises. His smirk slowly transitioned to an endearing grin upon seeing your face of wonder, heart skipping a beat as your gaze met his and your expression mirrored.

"Of course! It's just how I imagined it - even more stunning than the pictures online," Your hand grazed Hanta's gloved one, though the barricade of wool and cotton did nothing to prevent the love and desire sent through the tips of your fingers. The ravenette admired your beauty in that lingering stare shared between you, exhaling a content sigh. You never failed to astound him with your beauty, the way your eyes glowed whenever you looked at him. How your hair fell perfectly into place no matter the circumstance (even on your worst of hair days you somehow managed to make it work). Not to mention your smile and laugh - those specific factors alone making Hanta fall for you over and over and exceeding limits of love and admiration he didn't even think he possessed.

Just before Hanta was to fall into daydream you shook him out his thoughts, the shifting of weight in his arms struck him to shake out of it, realising that you were attempting to shuffle out his arms in order to stand. So he let you down, grip loosening and reluctantly allowing you to step away.

"I'm glad," He quickly uttered, his hand lifting to his head to remove the woolly hat resting there. Then he proceeded to unbutton his winter coat as did you, the pair of you making light work of it due to the excitement of exploring your temporary home.

"So our suitcases are already here?" You asked Hanta, straightening out your knitted turtleneck jumper which was a soft pink shade. Usually something you wouldn't wear, but it was well-suited for the weather and didn't irritate your skin. So you took advantage of the purchase. From your left Hanta hummed softly, turning towards you once he was done hanging his coat on the rack. He too had a turtleneck on, but his donned a collect of abstract patterns and stuck to more neutral colours than yours.

"Yep, they should be upstairs," Hanta replied, running a hand through his hair as he looked over at you. He shifted over to your side, hugging you from behind with a mischievous chuckle. "But we can unpack tomorrow,"

"I like the idea of that, I just wanna snuggle," You responded with a giggle, leaning back into your husband's hold. After a few seconds Hanta stepped forwards, forcing your feet to follow suit. The ravenette guided you both to the nearest sofa, where he messily fell back against the ruby red cushions and you alongside him.

"That's because you procrastinate more than you've ever been willing to admit," Hanta turned you over so you sat atop his middle, hands settled on your hips like they were structured to hold them. There was a smirk on his face as you rolled your eyes at his last comment.

"I procrastinate because you distract me," You corrected, poking his chest with a prominent finger.

"Ah well, what can I say? I'm just that pretty aren't I?" He replied, laughing joyously. You couldn't help but echo with your own form of a chuckle, shaking your head as the smile on your face sent Hanta all kinds of elated emotions through his veins.

"You're not wrong there, Tiger," You grinned ear to ear, staring lovingly in his direction. Words weren't enough to express how much you loved him, your mind struggling to form sentences most of the time with just how much he took your breath away. In truth, you would have allowed yourself to remain gazing into Hanta's eyes the entire night. But you were due to catch sight of an envelope on the coffee table next to you both, drawing your attention away from him as fast as it came. The item too out of the ordinary to ignore. Peculiarly you leaned over to grab it, tilting your head at the item.

"What's that?"

"I don't know," Was your answer. Your fingers proceeded to slit open the top, discovering a smaller, folded piece of paper inside. Curiously you opened it up, voice filling the room as you discovered golden ink was printed on one side and intended to read it out.

" Dear Mr and Mrs Sero,

We are beyond pleased that you chose to stay with us for your honeymoon. Have a wonderful and splendid time at the start of your journey together and we wish you nothing but happiness and joy during your stay.

Kindest regards,

[resort/name] "

"Mr and Mrs Sero," Hanta repeated with a thoughtful stare to the wooden beams above. "I'm still not used to hearing that and we've already been married a week," A smile formed on his lips, releasing a chuckle from the depths of his chest. Almost like he couldn't believe the words he had just uttered. Tilting your head, you pondered on what he meant.

"How do you mean?" You didn't receive an answer straight away, the man you called your husband gently sighed, almost with the case of the lovesick. Somewhere during the exhale Hanta's eyes fell from the beamed ceiling and onto you, gratitude threaded in his expression as he stared at you.

"I just don't know how I got so lucky to marry someone like you," His hand extended to cup your cheek, cradling the slightly chilled part of your face (thanks to the cold air and wind from outside) as his thumb stroked the surface of your skin. Your eyes widened, all too used to the gesture but rarely ever prepared for it whenever Hanta committed to it. You smiled, nuzzling into his warm hold as your eyes closed.

"Me too," You hummed, sighing out yourself as your heart fluttered higher and higher with each passing second. A short silence ensued, ending as you abruptly let out a little laugh. It caught Hanta's attention, his head cosying into the cushion behind him as his brows raised.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about the night you proposed. That's all," Another laugh escaped, humour striking you as you recalled how it had played out. From the manner your lover rolled his eyes, he clearly still hadn't emotionally recovered from it.

"That stupid fire pit," He groaned, eyes closing in annoyance. "I can't believe I let it ruin the moment,"

"I don't think that was the fire's intention, Hants,"

Despite being blatantly confident and bold, when it came to more... intimacy-related things, Hanta Sero's expertise dwindled dangerously. It had taken him months of knowing you to actually ask you out on a date, and when you finally got together? Well, it took him four years before he began to think about popping the question - three months more to actually pop it. Whilst you did say yes once he got down on one knee on the balcony of your holiday home for your fourth anniversary together, the events that proceeded after were what truly traumatised the poor ravenette.

Your holiday was spent somewhere in the Caribbean at a beachside residence that locals rented out for tourists. You and Hanta had always been big on travelling, hence your honeymoon location being such an unconventional place. Or as far as you knew, you didn't have an exact number on how many honeymoons were spent in remote mountain ranges surrounded by blustering winds and snow. It was a nice change of pace to the intense heats nearer the Equator.

During that vacation in particular though, that was the year Hanta finally decided to propose. After a long day on the beach, swimming in the ocean and feeling the sand between your toes as evening approached, you watched the sunset on the balcony of the second floor, neighbouring your bedroom. To set the mood the firepit in the centre had been lit, creating a stunning orange glow in Hanta's eyes as he held you close to his chest.

You noticed he was quite fidgety in his seat, wondering what was wrong with your lover as he gripped his knee tight. Like he was uncomfortable or nervous. Like he needed to get something off of his chest. It was only when you pointed out your concern and his odd behaviour that Hanta managed to shift his stance. Moving from his stiff position to wobbling on one knee, then came the heartfelt speech that gave you a sense of where he was going. A subtle reach into his pocket and before you knew it, you were shouting yes into the night sky and your eyes foggy with tears of complete and utter joy.

Hanta placed the ring on your finger, the realisation hitting him at that moment that you and he were engaged. His excitement got the better of him, the male sweeping you in his arms and swinging you around as he babbled sweet nothings into your ear. The speed wavered his balance, his leg knocking into the table holding a bottle of wine he had ordered specifically for the occasion. Much to both of your bad luck, it all collapsed against the firepit and tipped it over - and one can only imagine what happened next. A rather chaotic ruckus erupted between you as Hanta grabbed you by the waist and flung you both out of the building via the balcony to ensure your safety. Then he 'thwipped' straight back up to the fire and frantically searched for the fire extinguisher to put it out, all whilst you sat on the sandy ground outside, frozen to how drastically the mood had changed.

Luckily the fire didn't spread too far. If not for Hanta's efficiency in dealing with it upfront, it could have spread to the bedroom and the rest of the house. It did not, however, the most damage being the balcony sofas that were scorched no thanks to their wooden frame and white cushioning.

Despite having just been engaged, there wasn't much you and Hanta could do to celebrate. So the night ended with you and he falling to slumber in the early hours of the morning, too exhausted after dealing with the owners' wrath after the slight mishap of nearly setting their building ablaze.

"At least you didn't burn the entire house down," You tried after a few seconds of quiet, earning a scoff on Hanta's part as he ran a hand through his hair.

"It felt like it when I called the owner's to tell them what happened," Hanta answered, softly frowning at the shrieking yells he heard during that call ringing their way through his mind again. Long after he'd shut them out based on the humiliation of being on the receiving end. You giggled, recalling how you were able to hear them despite the phone not being on speaker.

"I'm surprised they let us stay for the rest of the week,"

"That's because I paid the money for the damage caused within six hours of them demanding it," Hanta reminded you, dragging his hands down his face as he groaned out. Probably expelling his inner cringe at his foolishness that night. "Times like that make me relieved I'm a top ten pro, helps out with emergencies a great fucking deal,"

"Are you sure that didn't play any part in their generosity? That you're a top ten pro?"

"No way," He said and sat up to meet your height, hands looping to cradle the small of your back. He held back continuing to briefly peck you on the lips. "The bill they gave me was the complete opposite of generous,"

"How much was it again?" You asked, memory not serving you the answer. The ebony-haired male leaned forwards to kiss you again before he moved his lips up to your ear. His voice became a whisper, telling the sum in Yen which made your eyes widen in astonishment.

"Wow," Was your instinctive reply, Hanta scoffing a laugh in agreement based on your tone of surprise. It was there he nuzzled into your neck, inhaling through his nose to catch a whiff of your scent. The aroma acting as a sedative to wipe the memory from his mind permanently. All he wished to remember of that night was the way your face lit up as he asked you to take his hand in marriage. How your tears formed and how your lips uttered the words he had oh, so desperately wanted to hear after months and months of worry of being rejected.

And look at you both now; husband and wife and on your honeymoon. Holding each other as close as close can be with no doubt or hesitancy in your minds at all. Why he had worried so much was something he would never be able to figure out. As looking back, all of it felt like the easiest thing he had ever had to do.

Due to that, Hanta smiled into your neck. The change could have been missed, but you were far too attentive to not notice. The feeling of his cheeks shaping his smile made you smile as well, your arms wrapping around Hanta's neck in a desperate need to pull him closer. Your fingers ghosted the back of his neck, tickling the hairs that attached with care like no other. You rested your chin on his head, eyes closed gently in comfort. In response, Hanta hummed lowly, hands starting to rub up and down your back like he was giving you a massage.

Silence passed, the two of you simply enjoying the other's company and the intimate moment you had welded together. The proximity created a warmth that could fight any cold, the fireplace behind you both unneeded to fight the swirling snow outside. Your eyes peaked open as the faint crackle of the fire nearby caught your attention. You watched the flames dance for a second or so before you plucked up the confidence to speak.

"Just... let's not set fire to this place. Alright?" You mused, holding your breath as you waited for Hanta's response. Luckily he didn't dismiss it, actually finding the comment quite funny. He voiced a blurt of a laugh, head shaking as much as he could make it whilst it buried into the depths of your neck. Hanta's mouth opened to make his reply, quickly hushing up again to return to the peaceful silence of before, not at all ready to let it go just yet.

"Agreed,"

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𝑆𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝐶𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑢𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛-Final

Pairings: jaemin x reader

Genre: smut, fluff (mostly at the end but it's short 🤠)

Warnings: dom!jaemin, brat!reader, brat taming, punishment, overstimulation, edging, face slapping (literally slaps her once), choking (wOw iM sO sHocKeD), hair grabbing, degradation, jaemins gets angrier throughout the story, fingering, finger sucking, praising, unprotected sex, soft sex, y/ns pretty dumb but I think we knew that by now, once again jaemin calls himself nana because shut up

Tag list: @ahgastayzen @allykookiez @wooyugta @dreamlesswonder86 @taetaeismy @nanaysa @patchi-chi @simplicitysbabe @sweetjaemss @huangvibez @kaitherring @xxjaemchenct

It was obvious how tense and awkward jaemin was the entire time you stayed at his house, which lasted longer than you thought. You stayed for two days, per jaemins request, and you thought what if he's finally angry and decides to break. No, it was the complete and utter opposite. Jaemin was sweet, something you've barely seen when he used to bully or make fun of you before all this happened. He made sure you were okay staying with him another night and took care of you when you weren't hungover.

Did anything special happen though? Nope, just you and jaemin cuddling every so often while binge watching Netflix shows while he sometimes cracked jokes here and there.

It was definitely a sight to see. Even made you wonder if this is what its like to date him.

"Nana," you spoke, jaemin lifting his head off your shoulders to give you his attention, "Get up, we need to go to school."

Jaemin groaned, putting his head down on your pillow like chest and began, "Can't we just skip school?" He whined, "Maybe play a bit too?" Jaemin lifted his chin up, placing it on top of your breasts as he pouted, waiting for you to give into his cuteness.

Wouldn't that be nice- but you weren't going to miss school to mess around with jaemin. No way. You weren't even his girlfriend yet and you were sure his little play thing, seulgi, wouldn't be too happy, shes been calling him since he brought you here.

"No." You grabbed him by his hair and peeled him off your body. Jaemin wasn't very amused by the action.

"Oh i get it." He mumbled, "You want to see jeno, right?"

The question caught you off guard. But jaemin being jealous wasn't unknown to you anymore. He was possessive, that much you knew, and he always found a way to guilt trip you about it.

"I mean, we have been talking a lot more so a lil bit." You smiled, earning an eye roll from jaemin as he got up with nothing else to say and stalked his closet for something to wear. You glanced at your clothes which were actually his. And since you never went back to your apartment to get another outfit, you had to wear what you wore at the party.

Eyes stared into your bare back after you threw off the shirt that covered your body. They lingered, but didn't settle on staying until you slipped the bralette on.

Jaemin was going to comment about it, yet kept his mouth shut because there was no use saying he could give you a t-shirt instead, youd just complain about how it didn't match.

But the skirt was a different story. It was a party skirt, something way too short for school. No wonder jeno liked it. And to be honest, jaemin didn't hate it himself, he'd just rather not have people like jeno staring at you and your thighs. You were his. At least in his head you were.

"Fuck!" You screamed, "My bags at home." Softening your voice, jaemin just about wanted to smack you for scaring the shit out of him. He actually thanked the heavens your bag wasn't here, it gave you a reason to change.

"Let's go to your place quickly before school starts." Jaemin grabbed his things and you nodded, following behind him almost speed walking because of how long his strides were. "And change when we get there too."

You looked down at your fit and hummed, stepping into the car ready for jaemin to go.

"I don't think I can handle trig anymore." You bit your lip at the paper in hand. Jaemin looked down over your shoulder and almost scoffed. It was the homework due today, of course it was also one of the hardest pages the professor had given the class too, making it ten times harder for you to finish.

"If you had come over these past few nights, you wouldn't be so stressed." Jaemin shrugged.

It was like you knew he would say that with the way you rolled your eyes and crumpled the paper up, "Im actually thinking of dropping that class." You stated.

"Dont." He rested a hand on your shoulder, "Come over later and I'll help you." It wasn't even a question, in fact it was him telling you to do something. Its clear jaemins had enough of you ignoring him and hes also fed up with your complaining. Even wondered why you held out this long.

"But-"

"I'm not taking no for an answer anymore." Jaemin stated sternly as he sighed, stopping in front of your classroom and put his hands in his pocket. "Stop trying to ignore me," he leaned forward, just inches away from your face, "its not working."

"Just because you think its not working doesn't mean its not working...." You tilted your head to the side questioning your own words, "Anyway, you're jealous." Crossing your arms and leaning against the wall, your ego fed off of jaemins glaring eyes.

"Bullshit," jaemin tsked, "why would I be jealous?"

You smirked despite knowing you were playing a dangerous game with him. And jaemins good at playing games, he's done it to you for years.

You took a step forward, ultimately getting closer to his still leaned over figure and said, "You kept staring at jeno and I at the cafe and you had an attitude the entire time. Its obvious you know." Slithering a hand up his cheek, you pinched his smooth skin, "Nanas jealous."

It was an understatement to say jaemin didn't feel shivers go up his spine from your low voice. For once jaemin didn't have anything to come up with. Nothing crossed his mind to tell you that what you saw of him wasn't him being jealous, but that would be the dumbest of lies.

"Quiet for once? That's a first." You snickered at the small shade of red on his cheeks. It was either anger or him actually getting flustered. Either way you still claimed victory for keeping him surprisingly quiet.

Jaemin pulled your hand away from his face and opened his mouth, "Admit that you're purposely doing it then. There's no way you and jeno are magically good friends now. You hate him just as much as you hated me."

"Im not purposely making you jealous," you lied, "And I never hated jeno, just strongly disliked him for being friends with you."

The older almost laughed in your face from how stupid your lie was. "If you want my attention, say it." He smirked, proceeding to push you against the wall behind you without a second thought making you uncross your arms, "Its not hard y/n."

His hands trailed down to your waist, intensly watching your face as you looked around him, afraid that what he'd do will go too far and some students will see a not so innocent sight.

"Youre full of yourself." You inhaled sharply as he leaned forward ever so closely, just barely brushing his lips over yours.

"And you'll be full of nana soon." Jaemin almost closed the space between you with his lips, but someone stopped him.

"Jaemin!!!" Seulgi came running up to jaemin in her cute high heeled shoes. Her hair bouncing perfectly against her back as she pulled him away from you and into a hug, not before she planted a kiss to his lips as if you weren't standing right there, "I haven't seen you in so long, babe. You didn't call." She pouted with more puppy eyes than normal.

You missed the way jaemin growled at her, almost throwing seulgi off him since you were so focused on them kissing. Never did you think you'd witness it either. Something about it made your stomach churn and you couldnt bare stand there for long before walking away, taking zero notice of the way jaemin called out for you.

"Let's get some coffee before the bell rings." Seulgi pulled jaemin, but his eyes still lingered on the door you entered.

You couldnt stop your mind from racing in class. It was like your mind was playing games on you, telling you that jaemin wasn't in the slightest interested in you and thats why he never answered you, because he was too embarrassed to be seen with someone like you.

But that was only you overthinking.

Obviously jaemin cared for you, he wouldnt have let you stay over his house, tutored you, or be possessive when it came to you. So why did he kiss her back? In front of you too? Was he actually dating her for real?

These questions ran through your head, giving you a mini headache from thinking too hard about it.

It was like you were in high school all over again where everything was dramatic for no reason, well in some aspects you made it this way, but your point still stands.

"Y/n," someone tapped the table repeatedly, bringing you back to reality, "Class is over." jeno looked at you with suspicion but brushed it off thinking you were probably tired.

You glanced around the empty room before looking back at jeno, "Oh...yeah."

"Well uh," he scratched the back of his head, "You should probably get to your next class."

That's the last thing you wanted to do. Jaemin would be there and so was one of seulgis minions that always kept an eye out for anything he did. As annoying as it was, you weren't surprised anymore.

"Im gonna skip."

Jeno grimaced as you stood up and grabbed your things, walking towards the rooms exit as he followed close behind, "You? Skip? What the fuck??"

You stopped in your tracks, jeno almost bumbing into you in the process, "Do I need to spell it out for you or something? S-k-"

"No shut up. Its just shocking that your skipping." Jeno half grinned at the way you stared at him stoically.

"What are you getting at?"

The man before you chuckled, "Im saying youre a goody two shoes and you've never done a bad thing in your life."

You can't say he was wrong, but you also have to admit that you have stepped out of your shell recently and maybe for the better.

"Everyone changes some time in their lives." You pointed out, strolling out of the class to nowhere specific. "Better run to class jeno, dont want the teacher calling you put again."

"Yeah yeah." He eye smiled, giving you a quick pat on the back before saying bye and walking to his class.

You couldnt help but smile at him as he moved further and further away. You had to admit, jeno wasn't as bad as you thought. Not anymore anyway. But as jeno soon disappeared around a corner, you sighed and sauntered to the library where you were going to do your work until class ended.

Students were scattered everywhere in the library, some typing away at their laptops or school computers while others had papers and books sprawled out in front of them. Unfortunately for you, you were going to be the ones with almost any school supply in front of them. And with a sigh and slouched shoulders, you sat at an empty desk near the front of the library, taking your homework out as well as some books.

Normally it wouldn't be a problem for you to focus, but it was stressful with so many things laid out for you. Face palming and groaning quietly at your trig paper, you attempted the first problem which honestly didn't seem too bad, but you weren't always so sure of yourself when doing these kinds of things. Mostly because you second guessed yourself making you pick the wrong answer when you were originally right.

"This is so fucking stupid." You threw your head into your hands, giving up on trying since it was useless anyway. You needed jaemin. He was the only reason you started getting some good grades on your work.

"Whats stupid?"

Speak of the devil.

"The trig home- wait why aren't you in class?" You gazed at him before averting your eyes, not trying to let them linger too long.

Jaemin pulled a chair out and sat closely beside you, raising a brow as you inched away from him. "I could ask you the same thing." He tipped the chair back a little, keeping his eyes locked on the side of your stoic face.

"Im doing something if you can't tell." You snapped, instantly regretting the way your voice raised once you noticed jaemin clenching his jaw out the corner of your eye. But you couldnt help it, you were still frustrated, embarrassed, and jealous from earlier.

"Whats wrong?" Jaemin calmed himself, not wanting to blow up at you.

"Nothing." You ignored his eyes that watched you do out the problem. Probably silently telling you that it was all wrong but you weren't trying to pay attention to him.

"Youre doing it again."

"Doing what? I'm just trying to do my work." After writing your answer down, you checked over tbe work before you smiled to yourself. This had to be the right answer.

"Stop playing dumb." he grabbed your chin, "You know what you're doing."

Wiggling out of his grasp was no use, jaemin managed to move his hand to your jaw to keep you still.

You winced at the sudden squeeze, "I dont know what you're talking about."

Jaemin had enough of this bullshit, now grabbing your neck instead. Your eyes wondered the room hoping no one was paying attention, "Im not playing games with you. Why are you ignoring me again?"

"That's a good question." You looked away and though jaemims grip was starting to hurt more each second, you still found a way to show your disinterest.

Jaemin sighed, letting his hand drop and you inhaled deeply without a second thought. "Whats wrong then?"

"I told you its nothing."

"Bullshit." Jaemin took the pencil out of your hand just as you were about to write, your hand flying up to try and take it back but he pulled away.

"You really wanna know then?" You asked sharply to which jaemin nodded, "You kissed seulgi. Happy now?"

Jaemins mouth fell at your confession. Yes he figured that upset you a bit, but he never thought it was enough for you to ignore him.

"I never even went that far with jeno."

"Never went that far, huh?" He snapped back, shaking his head in disbelief as his face once again was steaming with anger. "Need i remind you how you made out with him at the party. Or were you that wasted and cant remember?"

The new found anger overlapped the previous one with more than just anger, but annoyance. There was no way jaemin was telling the truth, you would never kiss jeno.

"No i didnt."

"Dont tell me you didn't, I fucking saw it." His hand found its way on the table creating a loud bam that startled not only you, but a few kids that even lifted their heads to see what caused the noise. "You were the first one to go that far, so blame yourself before you blame me."

Taking a deep breath, you had to calm down before you said something you'd regret. Knowing jaemin too, you already had something waiting for you at his house.

"I believe you." Jaemin was ready to open his mouth but you were quick and responded, "because i remember." The problem with this answer was because it was untruthful. You already dug yourself a whole from the beginning yet you knew what you were getting yourself into. There was something about playing with jaemins anger that made you go wild.

Determined with your lie, you kept the straightest face like it was proof you recalled that night. Jaemin too was focused only on your face, his hand balling into a fist ever so slowly.

"I remember....he was a really good kisser," you whispered, "And you looked so mad." Snickering away at your words, you placed a hand on jaemins lap and watched his expression go from anger to almost frothing at the mouth.

Bingo. He was too far gone to see through you at this point and this is where you smirked to yourself.

"You're unbelievable." He scoffed, rolling his eyes thinking about how fed up he was, "Lets go."

Despite being told what to do, you sat looking between jaemin and your sprawled out homework. "I have things to do."

Jaemin literally shoved all your papers into your bag, not caring how they crumpled in the small space as you complained and swatted at his arm. Of course though, jaemin payed no mind to it, grabbing your hand and bag before dragging you out of the library.

You fought and struggled to get out of his grip. From the start you knew what you were getting into, that's why you did what you did. Now being dragged to his house it dawned on you that it was time to suffer whatever he had in mind.

"When we get to my house," jaemin locked his eyes with yours as he led you to his car, "We'll study trig, and depending on my mood and your attitude after, I might go easy with the punishment later."

"Im not going over to study and then be punished afterwards." Your voice faltered as you saw a familiar someone walking towards you and jaemin.

Jenos eyes lit up sadistically, smiling at you, telling you to smile back for one reason: to set jaemin off.

You did without hesitation, jaemins hold getting tighter and tighter as he glared at his best friend who walked by, holding the proudest grin on his face.

Once at the car, jaemin shoved you inside the passenger seat, slamming the door before he situated himself in the drivers side. Your eyes watched in annoyance yet you were intrigued. Maybe because you haven't had any action with jaemin since about a week ago.

Resting your head against the headrest, you stared outside the window. There wasn't any way you could hold another conversation with the man, it would only drive your hormones insane.

Its been thirty minutes and to say you were paying attention would be the stupidest thing ever. every word that jaemin said went in one ear and out the other. Some part of you was purposely choosing to ignore him, but your attention span was almost non existent in the first place. So listening to jaemin talk about trigonometry was only boring you.

You tapped out, playing with your pencil or doodling on the paper. Each time you weren't paying attention, jaemin would ask you to write down the answer or a land a slap right on your thigh. It stung and made up jump with shock in your eyes as jaemin told you the same thing each time: "pay attention." But did you? God no. It was impossible. With the thought of a punishment too, it made your mind run like it was in a marathon.

"Little girl," jaemins voice once again brought you back to reality, "what did nana just say?" You shrugged your shoulders slightly, keeping your head down like you were shy yet you were far from it, holding a small grin on your innocent face.

"I dont know, nor do I care." You finally looked up. Jaemin was none too happy, letting his chest fall.

Shaking his head, he said once more to listen and pay attention.

Jaemin took your pencil so he could write out the problem for you, deciding to be nice even though you weren't returning it. You watched the way his pretty hands flexed with every number or letter he wrote. The subtle veins showing every so often too made you almost drool at the sight. Oh what you would do to have him wrap his hands around your neck again.

"Solve it." Jaemin threw the pencil down in front of you, resting his head in his hand to watch you. But you didn't move, not even a simple budge.

"No."

"Y/n its not that fucking hard, just solve it."

You glanced at the paper then the pencil that laid on the table before grabbing it and snapping it in half.

"Im not doing it." You faked a smile, ready for jaemin to snap just like the pencil.

"You need to pass this class, y/n. Stop messing around and pay attention."

You shot up from your seat, "I. Dont. Care. I'm going home."

It wasn't long before he suddenly stood up too, grabbing you by the hair and threw you on his bed, "Okay you wanna act up?" He hovered over you, pinning your arms down on the soft bed as he straddled your lower half. "I dont get why you continue to act like a brat when you know you're going to be punished. Unless you want it?" Jaemins face was merely inches in front of yours not until you blew into his face and smirked when he flinched and pulled away.

"Ever wonder why I act this way? Your easy to push, I can get in your head and make you get mad so I get exactly what I want." You snickered, "Not to mention its to make you suffer for not answering my question." A hand was placed on his covered chest, rubbing small circles on the fabric of the shirt.

Suddenly, jaemin laughed. Though, it wasn't a joyful one. It was more sadistic and filled with amusement, "How is it making me suffer if you're the one about to be punished?"

"Cuz i still get what I want in the end."

"My dick or my attention?"

"Both."

Jaemnn chuckled dryly, quickly sitting back and tearing your clothes off without a second thought.

You were ready to protest about your clothes until jaemin took matters in his own hands and shoved his fingers nearly down your throat to shut you up.

"Im tired of your voice." He spat, "All you talk is shit."

Whimpering around his fingers, you tried anything in your power to try and pry them out. He never moved back, sticking his fingers deeper and deeper until he heard you gag and whine the best you could. Your throat felt so tight and it was getting harder to breathe. Jaemin didn't care, deciding to just fuck your mouth with his fingers as he started pulling your pants and panties down, lifting his hips up so he can take them off all the way.

"It would be so much nicer if you weren't a brat you know." Jaemin began, easily shoving two fingers inside your dripping cunt, "Nana could've stuffed you full of his cock, made love to you, and made you happy. Instead," his fingers that were buried in your heat, curled and pushed in a certain way that made your eyes roll, "You wanted to be a little bitch."

You drew out a long hum, the pleasure felt so good after pushing jaemin for so long. All his anger was going to this one punishment and you should've felt scared, but you weren't. You were excited and loved every bit of it.

The way he fingered you was almost too surreal. It made your body crumple against his will and he wasn't even fucking you yet.

It was getting harder to breathe being filled by his two fingers. Just barely becoming too overwhelming so you tapped his hand to signal you needed to breathe. Jaemin took his hand out, watching your face to make sure you were okay as you gasped for air.

"Are y-you try-trying to kill me or s-something?" You moaned at one particular hard thrust that made your breath hitch.

"Oh shut up, I know you liked it. Probably imagined my cock down your throat." He bit his lip, taking in the thought of what you would look like on your knees for him before shaking it off.

"I-i was n-not."

Jaemin smirked devishly, scissoring his fingers to stretch you out more, but you kept clenching around him. Your hand grabbed his wrists in a death grip, moans fell from your open mouth and jaemin ate that all up. Loving how your body shook, knowing you were so close.

Right when you felt your orgasm coming, jaemin ripped his fingers out of you, essentially letting your juices flow out. But you didn't cum, no you were just that wet.

Your hips lifted up like you would get friction but there was nothing to get friction from, you looked dumb and pathetic.

"Not fair..." you mumbled, frowning at the annoying smirk on jaemins face.

"Punishments aren't supposed to be fair," he said a matter of factly, pushing your hips back down on your bed as he grazed his fingers over your wetness before pushing back in again.

This time setting a ruthless pace, taking in your fucked out expression.

"Jaemin- please im s-so close." Fidgeting and clawing at his wrists, the orgasm built back up. It got closer, closer, closer. Right there, it was right there, but jaemin took it away from you again.

"God, I love this way more than I should. Breaking a brat is so much fun." His fingers dripped with your arousal. He stared at the strand connecting his fingers. It was so much and so lewd, it should've been embarrassing to you yet it made him want more from you. "How many times should nana edge his pretty girl? Maybe-"

"Fuck you." You cried, ready to take this into your own hands and finish yourself off.

Jaemins hand made a perfect necklace on your neck, tightening his grip on the sides so you felt all his anger, "Thats the last thing I would say if I were you."

"W-what are y-you gonna do? Spank me?" Thinking he actually would if you said that, you were slapped across the face, eyes not staring at jaemin anymore but the wall next to the bed.

"Dont test me anymore, your already in for it." He growled into your ear. Leaving his hand wrapped around your neck, he slipped back inside, this time fucking his fingers into you at an antagonizing slow pace.

You wanted to scream and push him away for being a tease, but you reminded yourself that this is what you wanted, this was what you'll get. You had no idea how long this pain will continue though. All you could think about was cumming. In fact, that was the only thing on your mind as he fingered your tight pussy. The pain of not being able to orgasm was so unbearable, it just about made your eyes tear up. Were you that desperate that you'd cry over it?

"I wanna...c-cum so bad..."

The man above you stared at you in disbelief. He basically just started and you were already a mess.

"You really want to cum that badly?" You nodded hastily, tears at the brink of falling, you couldnt hold it in anymore, "Then apologize for all the shit you put us through. Starting with you ignoring me, fake dating jeno, and purposely pissing me off for the hell of it." Jaemin said with his whole chest. Being able to say it out loud reminded him of everything. From the time you started this crap, to now.

"I-im sorry- I'm so f-fucking sorry, jaemin." You forced yourself to look into his eyes, his angry red eyes that tore into your soul to find any lie, yet you had none. You meant what you said with full honesty, "Please nana, l-let me cum."

Jaemin simply gave you a nod and thats when you let everything out. You came all over his fingers but jaemin didn't stop nor slow down. He kept the same rough pace as before and you could only scream and cry from the sensitivity.

Then jaemin started rubbing and pinching your sensitive clit before giving your cunt a slap that made you jolt and cry out.

"Ahh- w-wait jae-mmm....s-so sensitive."

Jaemin rolled his eyes, "thought you wanted to cum? I'm giving you what you want, babe."

Your legs closed around his fingers though it didn't stop him from curling and fucking them inside. He could just easily push them open yet he found your sensitivity amusing which led you to cum again without warning.

"What a pathetic little fucking brat you are." He gathered the white substance that leaked from your clentching hole and shoved it back in, "Making such a mess of yourself."

Your back arched, even more sensitive than before.

The hand on your neck moved down to your breast, squeezing at your nipples and playing with everything he could get his hand on. Your nipples were so sensitive that that alone could make you cry and moan just from a simple touch.

His fingers brushed against your sweet spot where you screamed his name. Being over sensitive made everything feel more pleasurable and painful. Every small touch on your pussy brought you to a shaking pleasure that you couldnt control. It was becoming too much and too overwhelming.

"Fuck, are you gonna cum again? It hasn't even been five minutes." He watched, eyes filled with amazement as you shook and once again, came on his sheets and fingers.

Your shaking didn't stop though, it was like the kind of shake you get when your cold, though you were far from it. The intensity of this orgasm was just too much where even jaemin had to pull his fingers out and let you breathe for a moment.

"You okay, baby?" He asked quietly, kissing your temple as you nodded your head, "Can you give nana one more then?" Not wanting to stop, you nodded without a thought causing jaemin to smile and lean back.

Jaemin finally got rid of his clothing, crawling back on the bed before giving you a kiss so you wouldn't notice how he slipped his cock inside.

Surprisingly jaemin took his time pushing in, savoring your sweet little moans that drove him crazy. He started and kept a slow pace that made the overwhelming feeling dissolve away. Now you were wrapping your legs around his waist and staring into the soft eyes of jaemins that were just red a second ago.

Every vein against your walls made you feel ecstasy. Jaemin was careful with each thrust and it felt like pure love. They were passionate and he didn't fail to show it.

"Taking nanas cock so well, just like the good girl you are." Jaemin smiled at your beautiful face that contorted into pleasure. Both of your moans filled the room. More cuss words were thrown from you like it was the only thing in your dictionary.

The lewd sounds of your bodys bounced off the walls as jaemin fucked you slow and steady, grabbing your hips gently as he kissed all over your face, neck, and breasts. He sucked on your skin here and there, creating small bruises that looked like a tattoo as you grabbed the back of his head, lifting him up by the hair to bring his face to yours so you could place a kiss to his red lips.

The kiss was sloppy and slow. Neither of you cared though, both focused on your orgasms that kept coming closer.

Jaemins thrusts stuttered and his cock twitched inside you. The hand in jaemins hair pulled and messed up his locks, sure to create a messy sight later on.

" 'm gon-gonna cum." You moaned, lifting your hips up to meet his along the way.

"Cum, princess."

The final orgasm left your body feeling like it was on a cloud while all you saw were stars making jaemin coo at your fucked out face.

Pulling out, jaemin finished on your stomach before letting his body fall next to yours, wrapping an arm around your hips and pulling you into him..

You both panted out of tiredness, neither one bothering to move as you were both spent.

"Did I hurt you, princess? Are you feeling okay?"

You smiled into his chest, "no you didn't hurt me and I feel fine."

"Good." Jaemin smiled, petting your hair before laying his head on top of yours, "Wanna go on a date?"

You swear your heart stopped as your face heated up, "Jaemin, you're doing everything backwards."

"So is that a yes or no?"

"Of course its a yes!"

It was a peaceful restaurant that jaemin brought you to, saying it was supposed to be a place a lot of couples went to which you thought was absolutely sweet of him.

"So...uh." jaemin looked anywhere but your face like he didn't just have sex with you for the second time.

You snickered and sipped the drink in your hand, "Why are you so awkward all of a sudden? Its just me."

"I know it's just- I feel like I can't say what I wanna say because I'm afraid." Jaemin sighed.

"Of what exactly?" You placed the drink down, watching as jaemin fumbled with the menu before he covered his mouth and mumbled something you coulsnt quite grasp, "What did you say?"

"...nothing."

"Jaemin."

His doe eyes stared into yours like it was some sort of contest, wanting you to look away first but you and he did, "Alright fine. I said I'm a bit nervous if I were to ask you out."

Tilting your head to the side, you puffed your cheeks out in confusion, "Why?"

"The last relationship I had, the girl cheated on me. Afterwards she said it was because i wasn't good enough." He frowned, returning his attention back to the menu where you presumed was his hiding place for the time being.

"Well she's a bitch and is missing out on an amazing person." You pushed the menu down, "Is that why you acted that way when you saw jeno and I at the cafe? Did you think I thought you weren't good enough?"

Jaemin nodded slowly, "Kind of. I didn't want to lose someone I loved again."

"Loved? Na jaemin-"

"Dont say it." He groaned.

"You've gotten soft! Does this mean what I think it means?" You quirked a suggestive brow at him causing him to put his head in his hand.

"Yes, ill be your boyfriend." He said in his hand before you took it away and grabbed his face to kiss him. "I- princess when did you become do confident?"

"When did you become so shy?"

"Fair point."

Everything felt right all of a sudden. No more of jaemin being your bully. No more coffee being poured on your head. No more stupid high school drama that wasn't even drama in the first place. It was all right for once. And you couldnt say you could complain. After weeks, you got what you struggled to have before; na jaemin.

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Eden was unable to contain her laughter as she watched Yaz try to lift the barbell. The personal trainer wanted to test out a new pre-workout supplement that promised the ability to easily lift more than her personal record. Eden cackled as Yaz’s overly determined face started turning red, her arms straining against the bar that was not moving despite the girl putting her all into deadlifting it.

“Oi! Stop that before you pull something!” Eden heard before she saw Luca marching over, a look of amusement on his face.

Yaz immediately stopped, chest heaving as she stood straight and turned towards him. “I was just testing something out,” she sassed. “For science.”

The corner of Luca’s mouth twitched into a small smile as he shook his head in amusement. “Was it the shit Harry gave you?”

As if the mention of his name summoned him, Harry was already making his way towards them, close enough to hear Luca’s response. “I paid seventy for that stuff.”

Eden scoffed. “You got ripped off.”

Harry looked and narrowed his eyes playfully. She bit her lip as her smile grew, always feeling annoyingly giddy whenever he looked at her. Eden had been working out with Yaz for a week at the new gym. She didn’t think she would ever admit that she loved weightlifting yet, she loved the feeling of empowerment it gave her and she could already spot newbie gains along her figure. Yaz reassured her that over time and with an increase in the weight she was lifting, she would start noticing even more progress.

“She’s right,” panted Yaz, still catching her breath.

“Come on,” Luca chuckled, putting an arm around her. “Let’s get you some water.”

Eden watched as her trainer and the receptionist walked away, leaving her and Harry alone.

She not only became friends with Yaz, but she got to know Luca and Harry even more after discovering they were best friends. Before her sessions with Yaz, she would stay at the front and talk to Luca, and sometimes Harry would join them on his breaks. They were childhood friends who grew even closer when Luca’s parents decided to go back to their home country, leaving the then eighteen year old to look for a new roommate who subsequently became Harry.

Movement caught her eye and she looked over to find Harry crouched and unloading the bar Yaz had been using. Not wanting to feel useless, she bent over and started pulling the plates off from the other end, the two of them working in silence.

Harry finished his side and watched as she struggled to remove the last one—the heaviest one. He waited for her to ask for help, but she never did. He looked on in amusement as she struggled to remove it, arms tugging at the plate that would not budge. Finally, he said, “Need help?”

Eden sighed, arms sagging in defeat. “Yeah,” she grumbled.

Harry chuckled and she took a step back as he took her place and easily slid the plate off the bar. Eden would be lying if she said her eyes didn’t linger on the way his biceps strained against the t-shirt as he heaved the weight and racked it without breaking a sweat.

“You’ve been training with Yaz for a week,” he smiled. “Don’t beat yourself up too much. You’ll be able to do that within a month, trust me,” he winked.

Eden raised an eyebrow. “Don’t act like you didn’t need the help of that seventy dollar supplement to lift it.”

Harry’s jaw comically dropped. “Take that back.”

Crossing her arms, Eden smirked, refusing to entertain his request.

He took a step forward, close enough that she had to crane her neck to keep eye contact. “Take that back,” he repeated.

Eden forced her face to stay neutral, not wanting to give away the effect his proximity had on her body.

“Did I bruise your gym bro ego?”

Harry’s head fell back, exposing his throat as he laughed, amusement written all over his face when he looked at her again. “So thats how it is, huh.”

She grinned and took a step away from him. “Not sure what you mean.”

“Where are you going?”

“To get changed,” she said. “I’m going home.”

Harry ran a hand through his hair as he followed her. “I’m clocking out, let me walk you.”

Eden reigned in her smile. “Meet me outside in five?”

Harry offered her that smirk that had her swooning anytime it was directed at her. “Deal.”

...

Eden hugged Yaz goodbye with a promise to see her the next day and high fived Luca on her way out of the gym. She really loved her new friends. They had a lot in common and talking to Yaz felt like talking to a friend she’d known her entire life.

They’d even planned to go on a shopping trip the next week. Eden let her love for fashion slip and Yaz didn’t hesitate to ask for help in choosing a dress for her cousin’s wedding. Of course, Eden happily agreed. She looked forward to growing her friendship with her personal trainer.

Upon exiting the gym, she was hit with an unexpected chill and zipped up her coat to protect herself from the winter cold. She spotted Harry waiting to the side and smiled when he waved her over as she slipped on her mittens. Shouldering her bag, they started walking down the road towards her neighbourhood.

“Let me hold your bag.”

“No.”

“Eden…”

“Harry…”

“I can’t let you walk around with that mammoth.”

“I’m more than capable of—”

“I know you are,” he stressed. “But let me be a gentleman.”

Eden’s eyes narrowed at him but they softened upon seeing the look on his face.

“Please?”

She sighed and handed him her bag, doing her best to hide how her body relaxed from being relieved of the weight. If Harry’s smirk was anything to go by as he looped the strap up his arm, she knew he caught it.

“You didn’t drive?”

Harry shook his head. “No, I also live in student housing.”

She peered at him in shock. “You go to uni?”

“Why is that so surprising?” He smiled.

“It’s not,” she said quickly. “I just thought you worked at the gym full time.”

He shook his head, waving in thanks to a driver who let them cross the street. “That’s just to pay for tuition, I’m in my fourth year of computer science.”

“Wow.”

He chuckled. “Surprised I’m smart?”

Her eyes widened, redness blooming along her cheeks. “No, I...”

“I’m joking, Eden,” he laughed.

Her heart leaped in her chest when he rested a hand on her lower back, gesturing for her to walk in front of him as they passed a couple walking their dog.

Clearing her throat, she paused to let him catch up to her before she started walking again. “So, why personal training?”

He didn’t answer for a few seconds and when she looked at him, he had a contemplative look on his face.

“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to...”

Harry nudged her shoulder with his, throwing her a smile. “I’m just trying to figure out how to say this but, well, I was pretty insecure about the way I looked when my flatmate stole my girlfriend and—”

She gasped, “Luca?!”

“No!” Harry laughed. “There was three of us at the time, but then the asshole moved out.”

“Oh…” Her shock deflated. “Well, that would have been awkward.”

He threw her a pained look, nodding his head slowly.

“What happened?”

“That’s it really. She said he’s better looking, ghosted me, never talked to me again.”

“What a bitch!”

“He said they’d been hooking up throughout our relationship.”

“What a dick!”

Harry barked out a laugh, amused at her obvious dislike to the faceless strangers she just found out about. “Like many eighteen year olds, I got insecure. Started asking myself what he had that I didn’t. So, I started working out and…”

“Revenge body,” Eden nodded.

He chuckled. “Sure, you can say that. And like all cliches, she saw me a couple years later with my…” He lifted his arms up to flex his biceps, and although they were covered by his thick coat sleeves, Eden had an idea of what they looked like at that moment.

She rolled her eyes and playfully shoved his shoulders. They both laughed at his ridiculousness. “Please. Don’t tell me you took her back.”

He scoffed. “You think so low of me? I politely told her to go fuck herself.”

It was Eden’s turn to chuckle. “Poor girl. Actually, no, she deserved it. She never deserved you.” They stopped at an intersection, waiting for the light to turn green.

When Harry didn’t say anything, Eden looked at him and was taken aback by his eyes already on her, studying her face. She lifted a mitten-covered hand to the corner of her mouth, suddenly insecure. “What? Do I have something on my face?”

He cracked a smile. “No,” he said. “I’m just happy I met you.”

She bit her lip, unable to tear her eyes away. “I'm happy I met you too.” She couldn’t breathe as his smile widened at her words, then the traffic light beeped, indicating it was their turn to cross the street.

After a minute, she said, “So you decided to get certified and help others with their revenge bodies?”

“I just fell in love with training and I thought, why not make money while doing something I love?”

“And here I was thinking you were trying to be Khloe Kardashian.”

Harry shook his head in amusement. “Still working on my arse,” he said, making her laugh.

They walked in comfortable silence the rest of the way until Eden stopped in front of an old student house with a beat up Honda in the drive way. “This is me,” she said, rocking back and forth on her heels. “Thank you for tagging along. This was… nice.”

Harry’s eyes lit up. “Yeah, nice.”

“Okay well, I’m just going to…” She pointed to the front door behind her.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asked, holding her bag out for her to take.

“Ye—”

She stepped forward to grab her things and slipped on the icy concrete, bracing herself with a yelp for impact with the ground. With eyes shut, she felt warmth envelop her as strong arms wrapped around her form, saving her from the embarrassing fall.

Wide eyes met wide eyes as they looked at each other, and she chuckled, breathless. “I didn’t see that.”

Harry breathed a laugh, but didn’t let her go. Her heart raced when she saw the look in his eyes, and it was then that she took in the proximity of their faces. Even under all the layers, she could have sworn she felt the heat of his body against hers. When his head moved, just a fraction, it was enough for her to notice.

She closed her eyes, wanting nothing more than to feel his mouth on hers. She waited, and when he was close enough to feel his breath on her lips, alarm bells went off in her head and her mind suddenly went into overdrive. Her eyes shot open, and she put a hand on his chest as a silent request for him to stop. What was she thinking?

Harry cleared his throat and slowly let her go, backing away and giving her the space he knew she was asking for.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, eyes intently trying to make out what she was feeling by the look on her face.

She panicked. “No, Harry, I…” Eden didn’t know what to say or how to fix whatever had happened. She didn’t want to upset him and—

Harry braced his hands on her shoulders, stopping her imminent panic. “Hey,” he smiled. “It’s okay. Nothing to feel bad about.”

She exhaled loudly, forcing herself to look him in the eyes. “Thank you,” she said sincerely. She grabbed her bag from the ground and took a step away from him. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” She asked quickly, repeating his earlier question.

“Bye, Eden” he smiled again, but it didn’t meet his eyes.

She felt her shoulders deflate as he tapped her arm once and started walking away. That night, she didn’t get the best sleep.

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