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bluecollarmcandtf · 4 months

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I'm so annoyed, my best friend has such an asshole for a husband. He basically never pays attention to her, all he cares about sport, beer and his friends. He never helps around the house and he's a lazy slob! He's always at the gym or going to the game with his bros. He's such a prick, maybe he should just be date his bros since he's so obsessed with them. He's always complaining about his wife "bothering him". Plus who would want to marry a slob anyway, as a husband he should be devoted to cleaning his house and caring about who he is married to.

I think I found the guy you're talking about, and you're totally right about him being an asshole. Your friend deserves better than an uncaring, selfish, pig-of-a-husband. That girl has tolerated him for too long! She won't be seeing him or his sexist buddies ever again when I'm done here...

Just look at him! The first thing he does when he gets home is grab a beer and park that fat ass of his on the couch. Sure, he might hit the gym later on his way to the bar, but he's not planning on helping his wife out with dinner. He's not really planning on talking to her at all until he needs a blow job later tonight.

You mentioned his name was Brett, I think?

Well, Brett can barely hold a job. He's lucky you gave him a chance and got him a gig as a delivery man. I think he's been doing this for a month now, but he absolutely resents the work. Brett can't really enjoy anything unless he has a beer in his hand, and he absolutely hates wearing that stuffy little uniform.

Nevertheless, he's been consistently showing up so far; probably because his wife is waking him up, washing his clothes, and feeding him breakfast. Brett essentially only uses her as a maid and sex toy!

It's a good thing I've got something planned for Brett today as he starts his delivery rounds. He doesn't notice me following as he grumpily carries a package out of his truck, and he doesn't have time to react when I reach out and grab the back of his head.

"You're not going to move," I command, sinking my fingers into the soft parts of his skull, "You're going to let me in."

A deep sigh blows out of Brett's mouth, and I know his willpower is gone. "I'm not going to move. I'll let you in..." he repeats numbly.

With permission, I shoot inside his mind, discovering much of what I expected. His thoughts revolve around meeting up with his bros after work. He hasn't genuinely cared to think about his wife in ages. His mind is just as simple and unlikeable as he is.

Good thing I'm here to change it!

"Brett, I'm changing your thoughts. You like that. You want me to rewrite you."

"You're..." he struggles to form words, "You're changing my thoughts. I like that. I want you to rewrite me..."

"Good," I grin maliciously.

Bringing my lips closer to his ear, I begin to fill his head with his new personality. He accepts all his new goals and dreams wholeheartedly. I imagine, you will like them. They're the ones you asked for...

Done for now, I pull out of his mind, whipping Brett back into consciousness! He gasps for air as he regains his senses, but then something overtakes him. He's taken off running down the street!

I follow behind, knowing exactly where he'll end up. I must say that I enjoy watching his thick ass jogging away in those tight brown shorts. He's a lot more muscular than I gave him credit for.

I'm sure his new husband will enjoy that body of his too.

Brett sprints several blocks and runs straight up to a house at the end of the street. It's the home of one of his football buddies. I think his name might be Axel or Alex or something. I'm not sure.

Anyways, Brett bangs on the door, panting like a dog. When the door is finally opened, he wastes no time. Brett pulls his bro in for the long passionate kiss he's been waiting for.

"Dude?" his friend mumbles as their lips part, "What are you doing?"

Little does he know that I already hypnotized him, too. He's going to accept everything Brett does like it's what he's wanted all along.

"Axel! Man, I love you!" Brett moans, pulling his football buddy in closer, "I want you to marry me. I'll quit my job and be your housewife. I'll be better at that! And you can boss me around and use me however you want, bro! I mean everything; cooking, cleaning, everything!"

"Woah, dude! That's a lot to take in," he hesitates, but already his mind is giving in, "But yeah. I like the sound of that. Being my wife means more than just cooking and cleaning though."

Brett looks at his new love earnestly. Meanwhile, Axel straightens up and crosses his arms to look rough.

"It means pleasure, whenever I want it and wherever I want it. It means you only get to watch the football games in between you serving me and my friends. By the way, they're just my friends now. Got it, dude?"

"Yeah," Brett whines, "Just let me start now!"

Axel smirks and pulls his new house husband into the house, giving him a possessive slap on the butt as they pass over the threshold.

"Alright, bitch. I'm gonna treat you just as bad as you did that old girl of yours."

"Who?" Brett asks out of genuine confusion, but he's already brushed off the comment and dropped to his knees.

"I don't know. Don't care either," Axel sneers, "Just get started. Haven't blown a load all day."

The faint sound of repetitive gagging echoes out of the house as the front door slams shut. It seems like my work here is done.

The football gang will enjoy having a very willing bro to take care of all their needs, and Brett will do it with a genuine smile on his face. That friend of yours is a free woman, so I suggest she find something fulfilling to do with her life. Brett may be trapped in another marriage, but she sure as hell isn't!

Hope you liked how I handled your problem!

#gay hypnosis #hypno story #male mind control

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beskarandblasters · 8 months

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A Good Friend to Have

Sub!Din Djarin x Dom/F!Reader

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Author's note: So this fic was actually written by my boyfriend! (& edited by me) This is the first fic he's ever written and it's honestly so fucking good. @wannab-urs and @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin can attest to that! He came up with the plot all by himself!! I'm so proud of him!! He let me post his for y'all during my little break🖤

Summary: You and your friend work at a brothel on Coruscant, while work is slow she reveals that she owes a debt to a loan shark who is willing to pay out a bounty to anyone who brings her in. When a Mandalorian shows up at the brothel you do everything you can think of to distract the bounty hunter and buy her time to escape.

Word count: 4k

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, canon divergent, sex work, edging, orgasm denial, dom/sub dynamic, masturbation, vaginal sex, helmet stays on, helmet riding, disrespect of the creed, no use of y/n

It’s a cold, rainy night on Coruscant and you've been working with your friend, a twi'lek named Sorrana, at the brothel since sundown. Work has been slow tonight, you don’t think much of it, chalking it up to customers warming themselves with drinks at the local cantinas. To kill some time you exit your chambers and check in with Sorrana, who you find in her chamber acting nervous. You catch her holding the tips of her cones resting on her shoulders while she paces the room.

“Hey I just wanted to stop by and maybe see if you wanted to make plans for after work… Is everything okay?” you ask.

“Uhhh…not really, I don’t think I can go out tonight, sorry.” she replies.

“I understand, is there something wrong?” you ask, concern laced in your voice.

“Yeah I'm pretty stressed out, but you don’t need to worry.” she says, still racked with a nervousness that’s impossible to miss.

“We’re friends! You can tell me anything.”

After a short pause for consideration she utters, “I needed credits a couple weeks ago and I got a loan, but with how slow work has been I haven't been able to pay it back.”

“Oh no,” you interrupt, “If you needed credits you could’ve asked me. I understand how stressful debt can be.” you tell her.

“I wouldn’t want to be a burden on you, but between us, that’s not all… I borrowed the credits from a shark on one of the lower levels because nobody else would consider lending them to me,” she chokes out.

Tears well up in her eyes and her voice cracks. You’re heartbroken for her but you choose to stay silent to let her continue.

“Earlier today some of the shark's thugs told me that I better have the credits together by the end of the night or they’d be sending someone after me” she cries, no longer able to hold back her tears.

“Oh no, Sorrana! I’m so sorry. You must be terrified... Is there some way I can help? How many credits do you owe this guy anyway?” you ask, searching for a way to console her.

“It started at five thousand but each week he’s been raising the balance higher and higher. I hoped to pay it back that first week… but with the interest he’s charging it’s impossible. I only came in to work tonight because I have no way to get off the planet and his thugs know where I live… I was going to sleep here.” she sobs, burying her face in her hands.

Suddenly you hear a knock, the two of you shift your eyes to the source of the noise and hear your boss speaking through the door.

“Sorrana? Are you in there? I’ve got a customer that requested to see you. It’s someone new, a Mandalorian, shall I send him in?” she calls.

You and Sorrana exchange glances with the understanding that this Mandalorian was probably hired by the shark, who must have sent for him to take her in for a bounty. You make a split-second decision.

You make a motion for her to come closer and in a rushed whisper you say, “Take my keys and some credits. Get a taxi back to my place, okay? I’ll handle this. Hide in the closet and when we leave, go out the back.”

She opens her mouth to protest but you hold your hand up and motion for her to go. She nods and whispers, “Thank you so much” while hugging you tightly before another knock at the door echoes in the room.

“Be safe,” you urge her before she hides.

“She's not here right now,” you tell your boss as the door opens.

“Then what are you doing in Sorrana’s chamber?” she pries.

“Nothing, I just ran out of perfume and I know Sorana doesn’t mind sharing so I just came here to freshen up… You said there’s a customer here?” you say quickly.

“Oh, yes. A Mandalorian is here asking for Sorrana but I suppose I’ll have to tell him to return another time since she’s gone for the night,” she says, still slightly suspicious of you.

“Let me talk to him. Maybe I can be of service to him tonight, since he’s already made the trip here,” you suggest.

Your boss shrugs her shoulders and waves for you to follow her back into the main lobby of the brothel. You see the Mandalorian clad in shining armor under an earthen toned cape, hands placed on his hips as he waits for your boss to return with Sorrana.

“I'm sorry sir, I've been mistaken, Sorrana isn’t here tonight. However, this lovely lady has assured me that she can take care of whatever you may need,” she explains, gesturing to you.

He turns to you as he examines you through the black visor of his helmet.

“Do you know where I can find Sorrana?” he asks.

“We can discuss that and anything else you want back in my private chambers,” you reply, dancing a fine line between appearing like the flirt your boss expects you to be while still tempting the Mandalorian with the promise of information.

He pauses for a minute before following you to the back of the brothel to your room. You spend the short stroll to the back of the building with your mind racing, trying to think of ways to lead him on and buy as much time for Sorrana as you can. This man is on a mission, and just from his demeanor in the lobby you can tell he’s only here for that purpose– so simply trying to have sex with him probably won’t be enough to distract him. He'd just lose interest the moment he believes that there’s no information to be gained from talking with you and write you off as a sex worker angling for a payday.

The two of you enter your room and you instruct him to take a seat in the bed while you press the button and close the door. When you turn around he’s still standing in the center of the room.

“Where's Sorrana?” he asks, getting straight to the point just as you predicted.

“Take your cock out” trying to throw him off by getting straight to your point.

“Excuse me? No, I won't be doing that. I’m here because you told me we could speak in private,” he replies before adding, “If you have nothing to help me find her, I’ll be on my way.”

“I can give you the information you need, but first I want you to take your cock out. I’ve never seen a Mandalorian’s cock. Satisfy my curiosity and I’ll satisfy yours,” you tease.

There's a long silence before he utters, “It’s easier than a shootout I suppose,” before unzipping the fly of his flight suit, revealing his cock. You spend the next few moments taking in the sight, you didn’t expect him to actually do it; let alone so quickly.

“Satisfied?” he asks as he begins to put it away.

“Not yet. I want to see it hard,” you snap back.

He stops reaching for his fly and gazes up at you before replying with, “I want information”.

“Sorrana was here earlier but she left. There’s some information for you. If you want more, get it hard.” you say, trying to string him further along.

You can’t help but notice how broad he is, and truthfully, you had never seen a mandalorian’s cock before. It’s a sight to behold but you remind yourself of your goal to prevent yourself from getting distracted.

“Fine, but I'll want something more specific than that in exchange” he sighs, before reaching down to slowly stroke himself hard for you.

A silence fills the room for a few moments before you hear him let out a low, muffled, groan and see his cock begin to rise. You notice his dark visor fixated on you, taking in your form to help himself get hard quicker.

“Does staring at me like that help you out?” you tease.

“Yes… It does,” he says, almost moaning the words out.

“How adorable,” you play, before instructing him further, “Hands off.”

“I'm only half hard though?” he replies, letting his hands fall to his sides. “I thought you wanted to see it hard?” he says, seeming almost frustrated with the missing sensation.

“I do, but I want to watch it get hard and with your hand on it I won't get the whole view,” you explain to him.

“Humor me, I want to watch your cock rise and you said that looking at me is getting you there,” you continue.

“So? …You want me to get hard just looking at you?” he asks

“Exactly, hands behind your back now. I don’t want anything in the way, let me see that cock get hard with a clear view,” you say, taking a more dominant tone.

This will buy Sorrana more time as well, you assure yourself.

He follows your instructions and takes the stance you described, “Like this?” he asks, with his cock hanging in the air. You can sense a slight feeling of nervousness or maybe even embarrassment coming from the Mandalorian in his exposed state.

“Exactly, stay just like that for me,” you say as you stroll to the other side of the room before taking a seat on the edge of the bed and crossing your legs.

He stands there, in the center of the room with his cock out, and hands behind his hips with his erection growing as his visor scans you from top to bottom, and back up again. You lean back, placing your hands on the bed and notice the visor is fixated on your cleavage. You stand up in front of him, and slip off the rest of your clothes before sitting back on the edge of the bed, this time you spread your legs and expose your cunt to him. His cock twitches more with the new visual stimulation. As you begin gently touching your clit with one hand, and lightly tug your nipple with the other, his cock grows even harder in front of you. When he achieves a full erection a few drops of precum leak from the tip.

“There, are you satisfied yet? Where is Sorrana?” he groans.

“Alright, don't get so… worked up,” you reply in a sultry tone.

As you finish your sentence you notice the head of his cock is wet with precum, the dim light of the room reflects off of his glistening tip, as well as his metallic chestplate and helmet, illuminating his thick shaft.

“She was nervous when I saw her, that was maybe an hour ago?” you add, attempting to mislead his investigation by giving him a false timeline.

“Did she say where she was going?” he asks.

“Stroke it,” you tell him. “Stroke it for me and I’ll tell you more.”

“This is ridiculous,” he begins, reaching down for his fly once more before adding, “I’ll find her myself.”

As he bends to cover himself, you extend your bare leg forward, tapping the tip of his member with your foot, causing him to freeze.

“Just stroke it for me. Trust me, it’ll be so much easier than starting your search from scratch… And I’ve kept my word so far, haven't I? Besides, wouldn’t it feel nice to stroke yourself to my naked body?” you say with a smirk.

He silently grasps his cock once again, and begins stroking the length of it while holding back quiet moans beneath his helmet.

After a few minutes of obeying your latest set of commands, he asks “How long do you want me to continue this for?”

“Until I tell you to stop of course… Now stroke it a little slower for me. I don't want to miss anything,” you tell him.

At this point you begin to pick up that he’s building up toward climax, which is perfect for you because you need his focus on that instead of continuing his line of questioning. You can’t deny that this situation has you turned on, too. You admit to yourself that you’d like to feel him inside of you, but you shouldn’t. You have to stay focused on buying time, by keeping him horny and distracted.

He slows his pace just as you told him to, his cock now dripping precum onto his pants. This pace must be so frustrating for him, his hips begin pushing forward into his stroke as his hand meets his base.

You cut the silence, “Did I say you could fuck your fist?”

He stammers for a few seconds, realizing what he had been doing in his aroused state.

“I-I… No, you didn’t.”

“That’s right, I didn’t. So why did you start? Getting a little carried away? Follow my instructions to the word, or I won’t be sharing any other details with you. Understood?“ you snap at him.

“Yes, I understand,” he replies in a soft tone.

“What do you understand?” you ask him.

“I will follow your instructions to the word, and you’ll give me the details I need to find Sorrana,” he says with shaky breaths.

“Good, I’m so glad we’re finally on the same page, now stroke it faster for me,” you demand.

“Yes, of course,” he submits.

He begins pumping his fist up and down his hardened cock, his visor shifting from your eyes to your chest, and down to your legs, but never averting from you. You stand up from the bed and tell him to drop to his knees. He hesitates for a second, as if processing everything that’s happened so far and how he got in this situation, but drops down in compliance.

“I hear that you’re not allowed to remove that helmet, is that true?” you ask.

“It is. It’s part of my creed,” he answers, looking up at you still stroking himself at a quickened pace.

“That's a shame,” you tease, stepping toward him. You lean forward and press your chest against the mandalorian’s dark visor, wrapping a hand around the back of his head to press him further into you.

“I’ve noticed that you’ve taken a liking to my chest. Too bad this is the best you can hope for with your creed holding you back.”

You hear him almost growling from within his helmet.

“So close, yet so far away,” you continue teasing.

His growls turn to moans and his pace increases even faster, he’s desperate. You can only imagine the frustration he must be feeling at this moment. You pull away from him and turn around, pausing with your ass in front of him.

“Well we know how you feel about the view of my chest, what do you think of this?” you playfully ask.

“I…enjoy this, too.” he admits.

“Oh you can do better than that, what do you enjoy so much about it?” you tease.

“I…think you have a nice… backside,” he says, feeling a bit embarrassed.

“Oh yeah?” you chuckle, “Come on, what do you like about my backside?” trying to hold back your laughter at the formal term he used for your ass.

“You have a nice waist, and I like the curve of your hips,” he pants, stroking quicker than before.

“Is that all?” you reply.

“No… You have nice legs too. I think the shape of them is… attractive,” he answers.

His praises make you tingle with excitement. And the unique sense of power you wield over him in this moment is almost intoxicating. You can feel yourself getting wetter with each command he obeys. You’ve had submissive clients in the past from time to time who’d pay for a kinky night out with you, but this is something different. Not only because you promised information he urgently needs, but because he needs this; he’s starving for it.

“Hands off. Now,” you tell him, glancing over your shoulder. He’s panting, his chest rapidly rising and falling as his cock twitches for you.

“Such a good listener, I want you to get on the bed. Lay on your back with your arms above your head.”

He obeys your instructions once again. As he situates himself you tiptoe over to him and take his cock in your hand.

“Fuck it,” you order.

He pauses for a moment, as if trying to think of a snappy way to respond to you but his mind is blank. Then, he begins thrusting in the palm of your hand, moaning as you tease him by changing between a more firm, satisfying grip and a much lighter, looser, almost feather-light touch. His orgasm is building up as you relentlessly tease him and his mind becomes lost in a fog.

“How does that feel?” you ask, already sure of his answer.

“It’s frustrating, but at the same time…the building tension is unbelievable,” he admits.

“I could tell. Be a good boy and keep fucking my hand. Show me how much you enjoy it,” you say, becoming more amused as you pull out this Mandalorian’s submissive side.

He follows your orders and continues sliding his cock against your palm. It’s thick, and long, too. He’s so turned on by you, thrusting into your hand and panting beneath you.

“I’m going to cum,” he tells you.

“No, you’re not,” you say, letting go of his cock completely, “Not yet, at least,” you add.

“Why?” he almost cries out, “Why did you stop?” he asks, gripping the sheets in with fingers as his cock pulses on the brink of orgasm.

“Hold it. Control yourself if you want to hear any more information,” you hiss.

He calms himself, regaining control of his breathing and transitioning from desperate panting to drawing slow shaky breaths. You see his hands relax as he releases his grip on the sheets.

“Very good. Now, let’s see how you handle this.”

You then crawl over him, positioning yourself above his cock. You touch your cunt gathering some of your own wetness and spreading it over his length before touching the tip to your entrance.

“Please,” begs.

“Please, what?” you tease, rubbing his tip back and forth against your wet cunt.

“Please, sit on it,” he whimpers.

You lower yourself onto him, sensation is intense as you stretch to fit him inside. He moans in frustration as you sit still on his eager cock. He begins making short thrusts up into your cunt before remembering he must only do as you say and forcing himself to stop.

“Good boy,” you giggle, “I bet you want to cum so bad,” you whisper to him.

“Yes…I do,” he moans, no longer able to feign any sort of self-control.

“Then wait for instructions, if you feel yourself getting close to the edge you need to tell me. Understood?” you say, as you place your hands on his cool metallic chestplate and begin rocking back and forth.

“Understood... and then you’ll tell me what I need to know?... Right?” he pleads.

You give him silence, leaving his mind racing in as you look down at him and continue rocking your hips. You feel your orgasm building up as you’re hit with wave after wave of pleasure, each one more intense than the last. You lean forward on your hands, giving him a clear view of your chest as you pick up your pace. The feeling of being full is beyond belief. Your cunt feels like it’s melting around his cock and you come undone. You ride the high out until you sit still on him, catching your breath as he twitches inside you.

“I’m on the edge… Can I cum now?” he asks with anticipation in his voice.

“Not so fast... I’m not finished with you yet. Beg me for it.” you reply, with a devilish grin on your face.

“Seems a little… unfair,” he points out, still throbbing inside you, fighting to hold himself back as your release runs down his shaft onto his balls.

“Do you want my pity?” you ask, as you reach back and take his balls in your hand, gently fondling them to keep him right on the edge.

“So big and full, been a while, hasn’t it?” you say, adding. “Beg me to let you cum,” with a serious tone underlining your command.

“Is it that obvious?…I travel a lot for work. It’s not often I get the chance to be physical with someone,” he says between breaths, struggling to hold himself back as you play and tease his balls

“Sounds lonely,” you say, almost feeling bad for him at the moment.

“It can be,” he says, letting out a sigh.

“What can I call you? I know we’re well past introductions, but you must have a name,” you ask.

“Mando is fine,” he replies in a monotone voice, as you roll his balls in your fingers.

You feel his balls tighten and his cock throbbing even more and he breaks, “Please… May I please cum now?” he begins begging.

His serious demeanor fading away entirely as he turns to putty in your hands.

“How bad do you want it?” you question.

“I…need it...please…give me permission to cum,” he begs, even more desperate than before.

You raise your satisfied cunt off of him, and the vexed Mandalorian lets out what can only be described as a whimper in the absence of the feeling you gave him just moments ago. Then you crawl forward and hover your soaked cunt over the dark tinted visor of his helmet.

“So close, but so far away, it must be so aggravating for you, Mando. Stroke yourself to the sight of my cunt pressed against your helmet until you cum. Then thank me,” you command.

“Yes, of course, thank you,” he replies, thankful to hear that command but wishing he could have filled you with his release.

He begins reaching for his cock, just as you ordered, but you interrupt him when he wraps his hand around his cock to issue one final instruction.

“One more thing, Mando. I want to hear you say something, I want to hear you telling me that my cunt is your creed as you stroke yourself over the edge,” you declare in a cold tone, before lowering yourself against his visor.

He almost shivers with anticipation at the sight before replying with a whining, “Do I have to?”

“This is the way,” you say, mocking his creed.

“Okay, fine… Anything else?”

“No, you can go ahead, you’ve earned it,” you say, finally permitting him his climax.

Then he begins stroking himself, slow at first building up speed and rhythmically thrusting his hips into his hand as his grip meets the base, over and over again until you hear him moaning beneath you.

“Your cunt is my creed,” he whispers.

“Again, louder, or I’ll have you stop,” you threaten.

“Your cunt is my creed,” he quickly moans out, this time projecting his voice to avoid being denied by you any more.

“Now cum for me,” you order, as his release shoots out, covering his hand, cock, and lap in a glistening mess.

“Thank you,” he pants, repeating the phrase over and over again in total gratitude, still stroking his throbbing length as his high comes to a close and he catches his breath.

You climb off of him and step off the edge of the bed, quickly slipping into your clothes and darting for the door. Before you make your exit, you take one look back at the scene of what just happened. The sheets bunched, Mando’s cock out, the trail of his precum leading to the bed, his cum stained flight suit, and your release smeared across his visor.

As the door seals behind you, you hear the muffled sound of Mando calling out for you after the realization clicks.

“Wait a minute, you still haven’t told me where Sorrana is!” he shouts.

You don’t respond, you’re already long gone, having quickly made your way out of the back of the brothel while he puts himself back together. You sneak into a taxi, leaving him behind.

You’re such a good friend to have.

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melanieph321 · 4 months

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Ruben Dias x Reader - Fake Love Part 7

Reader is a kindergarten teacher. Nothing more nothing less. But following an accident whistle vacation in Dubai she somehow makes her boyfriend believe that she does somthing else for a living, something that earns her way more money than she has. Her boyfriend, Ruben, is just happy to have found someone who understands him so well, someone who doesn't want him for his money since money isn't an issue for neither reader or himself. Or so thinks. Would finding out the truth ruin their newfound relationship? Readers thinks so, and does everything to keep up the lie, although it has some bad people from the middle east looking for her.

Enjoy!

"Okay, how much is that?"

"About 7 000 total."

"Ugh, we're still 13 000 pounds short." You groaned, falling back against your couch.

You and Alicia agreed to sell all the things that she had bought, in order to pay Mr Siddiq back. You managed to sell most of her designer items online, and some of the items that she hadn't even worn yet were returned to the store for a refund. You spent all week living like savages, glued to the computer, making phone calls to meet up with potential buyers.

"I don't understand why we can't eat, though? Or have heat?" Alicia asked, wrapping her body up in a blanket.

"Eating costs." You muttered. "So does heat. All of our money is going to paying back Mr Siddiq. I've told you this."

"Yes, but like you said, we're still 13 000 pounds short. I don't think we will be making that much money in 24 hours and I'm starting to get hungry."

You rolled your eyes. You really couldn't with Alicia. How could her financial judgment have been so poorly? I mean, her mother is an accountant for God's sake. However, it might have been her dad who used to spoil her as a child. The thrill of a man paying for everything she pointed to must be her aspiration in life. But today Alicia's aspirations had gotten you in a lot of debt.

"Would you please pick up your phone, my ass doesn't want to vibrate forever, and I'm pretty sure your boyfriend is calling me now."

It was true, you recognized Ruben's number on Alicia's screen. You stood up to take the call, disappearing into your bedroom.

"Ruben?"

He had been calling all week. But with everything going you weren't in the right head space to talk to him, let alone be honest with him.

"Hey, baby. Is everything alright?" He sounded concern, probably because you were talking to him through someone else's phone.

"Everything is fine. Life is just pretty hectic right now."

"Oh, sorry if I'm disturbing you..."

"It's fine Ruben. Hearing your voice is really what I needed."

"Good." He shriped and you imagined the dimples that came with his smile.

"I've actually got some news that might cheer you up?"

"Really? A man named Mr Siddiq and his entire family sadly passed away in a plane crash?

"Yeah, I'll be in London this weekend for our away game against Chelsea."

"Oh"

"Oh?"

You perked up. "I mean, that's...that's really nice Ruben. But I'm not in London this week?"

"No? Where are you then?"

Don't lie, don't lie, don't lie.

"Stevenage!" You blurred out, immediately regretting it.

"Stevenage? What is that?"

"Um, it's a city. Where I grew up actually. Where my parents live."

"Oh, you're visiting your parents?"

"Yes, so I'm pretty busy."

"I'd love to meet them someday."

"You do?" You paused, Ruben's answer suprised you.

"Of course. Wouldn't you like for me to meet them?"

You had just gotten comfortable calling Ruben your boyfriend, him meeting your parents would mean another milstone reached before you had told Ruben who you really are.

"Sure." You mumbled.

"Let's make it happen someday." He said, sounding happy about the fact.

"Um, I've got to get back to work..."

"Of course. It was nice to hear your voice too. Can I call you again later tonight?"

"Um, sure."

"Alright, talk to you later then. I love you."

"Bye Ruben."

The room fell silent as you ended the call, however the guilt and shame inside you was louder than ever. You dragged yourself back to the living room, handing Alicia back her phone.

"You good? What did he say?"

"He said he loved me." You plotted down on the couch, eyes staring blankly into space.

"Oh my god, really? What did you say."

"I said, bye Ruben."

Alicia frowned.

You turned to her with tears in your eyes. "He's never gonna talk to me again when he finds out."

"Finds out what?" She cought you as you slumped into her embrace. "That you're nothing but a gold digger?"

You sat back up. "That's not funny Alicia."

Her shoulders shrugged when she laughed.

"I am not a gold digger. You on the other hand...."

"Okay, okay. I get, I messed up. I'm the bad guy in all of this. But speaking of gold diggers...." She said, with that look that often haunted your dreams. "Wouldn't it be easiest to just ask Ruben for the remaining money? I mean surely he's good for it, and if he really loves you..."

You batted your eyes. Baffled by what was coming out of Alicia's big mouth. Surley anyone would agree that now would be the only right time to slap your best friend in the face. "Alicia." You said, with the lowest most calmest tone you could extract from yourself. You were convinced that this was the only way that she would understand you, if you were babying her.

"Yes, Y/N?" She said, with that naive twinkle in her eyes.

"Have...you...learned...nothing. You are NOT. I repeat NOT, borrowing money from anyone ever again, especially not Ruben."

"Then how are we gonna pay the last 13 000 back?"

"I'm...." You said, getting up and walking over to grab your coat. "I'm going to talk to someone I trust and know will lend me the money, with a promise that I'll pay him back with interest."

Alicia looked over to where you stood. "It's not Byron is it?"

"That's none of your business." You hissed, slamming the door on your way out.

Byron agreed to hear you out over a beer. You met in a small pub in town and to your suprise Byron agreed to lend you the money.

"And don't worry, you won't have to give me all of it until June."

"It's okay." He said.

"It is?" 13 000 punds was alot of money. However, there was something else on Byron's mind, a question.

"Is this you?" He asked, showing something off his IPhone.

Heat rose to your face seeing a photo of you in the club with Ruben and his friends, Ruben's arm waying over your shoulder as you sat next to him.

"Um..."

You had seen it before, the photo, going around the internet, with the caption talking about Ruben and his new boe. It was first posted on Lauren's Instagram. Lauren who was Ruben's teammates girlfriend.

"Yes, yes that's me." You sighed.

Byron nodded. Of course it was you in the photo, he wasn't blind. People in Stevenage watched Football and knew of the hype around it. You only belong to the few people who didn't.

"How do you know Jack Grealish and Ruben Dias ?" He followed up, in a way that sounded more like you were being accused of a crime rather than asked a simple question.

"I um....met them during a night out with friends." You lied. He wasn't Ruben, you had no problem lying to Byron.

"And so the two of you...?" He was reffering to Ruben.

"Took a photo and then went our separate ways." You nodded. "Yeah, that's pretty much what happened."

Byron didn't look to believe you, but proceeded. "It's obvious that you're seeing someone Y/N, I mean you never come over for game nights anymore and I've seen you texting someone when you should be paying attention to your class."

You chuckled. "Byron I have no idea what you're point is, but if this is you criticizing the way I teach my kindergarten class then..."

He shook his head. "No, it's not that."

"Then what is it?" You really didn't have the time. You should get back to the apartment, help Alicia sell her clothes. And Ruben would want to facetime soon.

"I like you Y/N."

"There it is." You sighed.

"And I'm not lending you the money so that you'll finally agree to be my girlfriend, but...."

"But?" You frowned. "There is no but in this Byron. Either you lend me the money out of the kindness of your heart, or you don't. This is not an exchange of services."

"Then, no." He said, fixing his posture as he sat across from you.

"No? What do you mean, no?"

He got up to leave, grabbing his jacket. He looked down on you with pitty on his face. "Life is about choices Y/N, and you seem to keep making the wrong ones."

With that he left.

You got back to your apartment, pretty sure that smoke was coming out of your ears.

"Y/N, there is something you should..."

"Not now Alicia."

You stomped across the living room.

"But you should really..."

"God, not now Alicia." You hissed, not meant to take your anger out on her. Nevertheless the damage was already done as Alicia crumbled where she sat on the couch. "I'm sorry I..." You ran a hand down your tired face. "I just got to facetime Ruben first. I have to tell him that I love..." The handle to your bedroom door pressed down just as you were about to do it. The door opened and he appeared in the frame.

"Ruben?"

He grinned. "You sounded down over the phone so I brought something that might cheer you up."

"W...what?"

He stretched out his arms. "Me!"

Warmth erupted inside you. You stumble forwards, melting into his giant embrace. Although this was a bad thing, a really bad thing that he was here, you really needed to be held right now.

#fanfiction #football imagine #ruben dias #man city #manchester city #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias imagine #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #football angst

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itsmealaiah · 5 months

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Torn into pieces

A/n: Thank you so much to @ilovehueningbahiyyih for this request ❤️ 🫶 love you 😘

2023 Bill x fem reader

Synopsis: after a breakup with your boyfriend of two years, you get drunk trying to forget at the twin's birthday party, to which Bill ends up having to take care of you.

(Angst)

warnings/ tags: none really, just intoxication

Your POV:

"You're a bitch!" He screamed at me. "Why can't I just ever have a night out without you fucking harassing me?!" I trembled as he neared closer to me, throwing his hands up in pure, unbridled rage. I was sobbing, tears running down my face as he continued his incessant shouting.

"I'm leaving, we're done," He remarked, walking away from me. I gasped in shock. "No! Please! I need you!" I clutched onto him, to which he pushed me off. "Get off, I never want to see you again" He opened the door, slamming it shut once he left. I was crying, screaming, throwing everything around in sight.

That was nearly two months ago, and my pitiful ass still hadn't gotten over it. I tried everything, retreats, therapy, long, late-night talks with friends, and even apologizing to him through multiple texts and calls, which probably didn't help in my case.

Tonight though, I was going to try my best. Bill, one of my closest friends since I met him by accident in twenty-fourteen, was throwing a huge party for him and his twin brother's birthday party. I had to look presentable, even though I felt like complete and utter shit on the inside.

I hadn't told Bill, nor had I planned on telling him at all. I didn't have the heart to tell him another relationship failed, all because of me. I was perusing through the fancy clothing I had, trying to find something that was good enough for a party such as this.

"Yes!" I exclaimed, taking one of the dresses off the rack. It was a beautiful, elegant silky green short dress that hugged and showed my curves, leaving positively nothing to the imagination. I was surprised I even had such a gorgeous item.

(for reference 😍)

I rushed to grab my keys, phone, a hair tie in case I needed it, and the twins' gift. I opened my car door, starting the engine. Thrill, a tiny bit of fear, and joy were coursing through my veins.

I pulled up the directions on my GPS that Bill gave me, and pulled out of my driveway. It was their thirty-fourth birthday, and I was so happy for them. Maybe this night by itself would be enough for me finally to forget.

I know my ex had most likely already forgotten long ago. I arrived at the party, turning off my car. I had a huge smile plastered across my face, carrying the gift in my petite hands. I walked into the venue, greeted by loud music, the smell of sweat, and a huge whiff of alcohol. They always knew how to throw a bash, though.

I placed my gift at the table where all the others were and made a beeline for the bar. I just wanted to drink, not socialize, and go home. "Hey, can I get a Cuban breeze?" I queried, looking straight at the bartender. "Coming right up miss" He answered. "Thanks," I noticed someone approaching me. It looked like.. Bill? "Hey, you came! Thought you were gonna be a no-show"

He laughed, nudging me in the side gently. I chuckled. "Made a special appearance just for you Billy" I tapped his nose. "Happy thirty-fourth." I hugged him. "Thank you" I pulled away and saw him with a huge grin on his face.

"So, did you guys do anything big and extravagant today? Go to a club, get McDonalds, nails done, anything?" He pondered for a second before he said anything. "Ooh!" He spoke up. "I did get my nails done" He beamed and I gasped. "Let me see! I bet they look just as fabulous as you"

"Oh stop, you're gonna make me blush" He held out his hand for me to see the nailwork. As expected, they look simply stunning. "You need to refer me to your nail tech, they look incredible." I gushed, admiring them. "Thank you y/n" He beamed, taking his hand back. "So, what's the plan for tonight?" I asked, noticing my drink was ready.

I grabbed it and took a sip. "Well," He began. "Mingle with the guests for a little, have some drinks, later on, make a toast, and finally have the cake I've been waiting for all day long" He answered with a huge grin on his face. "Sounds like a great plan" I declared. "I gotta go talk with some more guests, it was great seeing you!" He shouted walking away.

I downed the rest of my drink, ordering more. I needed to get blackout drunk, it would get my mind off of him.

slight time skip

I was about to pass out, I had consumed an ungodly amount of drinks in the past hour. My head felt weak, and my legs were on the verge of giving out as I stepped outside the venue, trying to reach my car. My eyeline of sight went black.

Bill's POV:

It was almost time for me to make the special toast I had been waiting for all night. I was over the moon, until I saw a shaky figure walking out. They looked to be shitfaced entirely, and I became concerned. They managed to get outside, taking a few paces before passing out. "Oh God" I muttered to myself, rushing over to help them.

Pushing my way through the extensive sea of people was not an easy feat. Some forced me to pull them apart as they were so caught up in each other. I finally reached the person who fell, immediately noticing that it was y/n. "Holy shit" I gasped, trying to wake her up. I gently slapped her face. "hey hey hey, wake up" I said worriedly, beginning to try and shake her awake.

Her eyes began to flutter open, and she woke up. I sighed with relief. "You okay?" I asked, holding her in my arms. "I'm so sorry" She whined, burying herself into my chest. "For what?" I questioned, confused. "For getting this drunk" I frowned. "Oh honey it's okay, we all do stupid things sometimes, no need to get upset," I reassured her soothingly, softly rubbing her back.

"Do you know where your car is?" I stood up, pulling her with me. She shook her head. "That's okay. Do you have your keys?" She held her hand up, the keys in her palm. "That's good," I said, taking them and pressing the unlock button. A car beeped in the distance, and I held her under my arm, walking her there.

She stumbled a few times, to which I had to hold her with a firm grip. I finally got to her car, opening the door for her, and placing her in the passenger seat. She fell asleep almost instantly, leaving me to my own devices. I started the drive back to her apartment, I knew the way by heart. I was going to have to call Tom and tell him I was spending the night at y/n's place, but I needed her passcode, and she was in a state of shittiness.

I reached the apartment complex, parked the car, and shut it off. I walked around her side, unbuckling her seatbelt. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her face nuzzling into my neck. I sighed and wobbled up the stairs leading to the small apartment. Luckily, her key to the place was on the chain for her car keys. I fumbled with them for a second, getting the door open.

I laid her body on the couch, going to the kitchen to grab water and some Advil. "Hey you're awake, I got you some medicine and a drink," I said, walking over to her. She mumbled a small 'thanks'. I nodded. "I can sleep on the couch if you want, there's really no point in me going back to the party," I stated. "Yeah that's okay," She said, getting up. "Can I ask why you got so drunk?"

Y/n's POV:

I froze, trying to come up with a half-decent lie. "Well?" He demanded, voice more stern now. I began to fiddle with my fingers, turning so my back was facing him. "I just wanted to get drunk" I blurted out. "That's not the reason, and you know it" I sighed. "Fine, it was because of my boyfriend, happy?" I was angry now, he had no reason to force something out of me that caused me an immense amount of trouble.

"Don't be like that" He scoffed. "Oh please, you asked and I answered. I don't need your shit Bill" I hissed. "Fuck you," He remarked. "I have done nothing but help your sorry ass, and this is how you treat me? Pitiful." Tears began to cloud my eyes. "I'm staying here until the morning, then I'll get out of your life." He uttered. "Bill, wait I didn't mean that-" He cut me off. "No, I'm pretty sure you did, so I'm doing you a favor. Night" He uttered, flopping onto my couch.

I huffed, walking to my room. I felt a tear slip down my face as I curled into my bed. I got too pissed off, and I hurt Bill in the process. It was the alcohol talking, my head was currently still pounding even after I swallowed the pills. I had made him upset on his birthday, of all days.

I loved our friendship, and I'm certain he did too. So I wasn't going to let it die. "Bill?" I called out, walking to the couch. "What?" He murmured. "I'm sorry, I was mad, I shouldn't have said those things to you. I really appreciate you always taking care of me, and making sure I'm safe." I explained. He smiled softly. "Thank you, but what happened with your boyfriend?" He asked, eyebrows furrowing.

"He wouldn't tell me where he was, said I was a bitch for saying something, and that I should leave him alone. Haven't seen em' since." I shrugged. He looked somber. "Aw y/n, that sucks, but he probably wasn't good enough for you" He teased and laughed. I joined, a faint smile pulling at the edges of my mouth.

"Yeah, you're right." I walked over to the kitchen. "But since I pulled you away from your party, how about we have a little toast to ourselves?" I grabbed two glasses and Bill quickly rose from the couch. "Yay!" He exclaimed, rushing over. I poured some champagne in both of them. "To our friendship." I raised my glass. "To new relationships" He did the same, and kissed my lips.

A/n: I'm so sorry yall I pulled this out of nowhere, I've been exhausted these past few days.

#bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz fanfic #bill kaulitz #tokio hotel x you #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz imagines #itsmealaiah

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ssuperficialspacecadett · 1 year

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Friday Fight Night

Chapter Four of the Through the Scope series | Chapter Five

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 3.4K

Chapter Overview: You help Benny and the guys get ready for FFN.

Notes: this chapter is just a bit shorter than what i usually like to post, but i didn't have a lot of time to write this week & i'm actually content with where i ended it ! sometimes u just have to stop a little short so u don't just start typing random shit to meet a bullshit word count u give urself u know? i updated the tag list so if i missed u PLZ LET ME KNOW & i will add u asap !! well as usual...my asks are always open & happy reading <3

*no use of y/n & female presenting reader*

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Why is this so difficult? It's just like every other day at work, except for the fact that it's not. You have been standing in front of your closet for a good 10 minutes now just looking at your clothes. Suddenly nothing seems good enough to wear. Maybe something would be good enough if you knew how to dress for a fight. Should you wear workout gear? No, you weren’t the one fighting. Should you wear a tank top and a tennis skirt? Probably not if it gets as rowdy as Benny says it will.

“Just pick a fucking outfit, you idiot.” You chastise.

After yet another once over of your closet you pick out a worn, white t-shirt with an image of Speed Racer on it. It had definitely seen its glory days years ago when you were still in college. If it worked then, it should work now. You take it off its hanger, along with some jeans, and put it all on. You’re tying your shoes when your phone chimes next to you.

???: Hey, we will be getting to the gym around closing time. Are you staying to help Benny set up?

???: Oh, this is Frankie BTW

Seeing his name on your screen makes your chest tighten with excitement. You obviously gave him your number so he could text you, but now it feels so real. Something about Frankie texting ‘BTW’ makes you giggle to yourself as you sit on the floor.

You: Yes, I figured I would make myself useful. No point in going home since the fights start at 10:00 P.M. and I might lose my parking spot.

You have to set your phone down before you overthink the most basic text you have ever sent in your life. Just for good measure, you leave it on your bed while you go into the bathroom. Despite your best efforts to remain nonchalant about the whole situation, you find yourself putting on a little more makeup than usual. By the time you have wrapped up and returned to your room an unread text is waiting for you.

Frankie: Good thinking. See you tonight then.

The rest of your morning has a bit more pep in it than before.

***

Your day at the gym passes by as usual. The only two exceptions were a truck load of last minute Friday Fight Night tickets sales and then compliments on how the gym was smelling. You made a mental note to smack Benny upside the head for throwing such a temper tantrum about it. In between customers you found yourself checking your phone more than you regularly do. You told yourself that it was just because you were excited about the fights and were counting down the minutes and not because you were hoping to receive another text from Frankie. Unfortunately, lying to yourself never really works out.

In an effort to keep yourself occupied, you answer emails from people that are applying for a gym membership, make laps around the gym to see if you need to replace any of the wipes used to clean the machines, and collect all of the dirty towels for a load of laundry. Much to your dismay, these tasks don’t take very long to complete. By 3:30 P.M. you reluctantly slink back to the front desk where the single most unwanted guest is waiting.

“There she is! My favorite receptionist! I’m still interested in knowing your name, darlin’.”

“Good afternoon, Brunson.” You plop yourself down in your chair and pull up the schedule on the computer. “Just working out today? I don’t see that you’re with Benny.”

“You caught me. I want to make sure that I’m in good shape when I fight in a few weeks time.”

For a few blissful seconds you allow yourself to indulge in the idea of Brunson getting clocked, hard, right in the jaw.

“Well, enjoy yourself.” You scan his card quickly in an attempt to move him on his way.

“I always do so when you’re here.” He clicks his tongue at you while he walks past your desk.

“God, he’s insufferable.” You mumble to yourself.

It’s 4:00 P.M. when Benny finally ventures up to the front lobby with you.

“Where have you been? I feel like I haven’t seen you all day, man.”

“Because you haven’t,” He covers his face with his hands and whines into them before coming back up for air. “At first I couldn’t find where the white board I used to write out the fightin’ pairs was. Then there was somethin’ wrong with the beer delivery and they kept me out back for fuckin’ ever. That isn’t even coverin’ all the one on one sessions I've had today or the ones I’m still goin’ to have.”

It’s breaking your heart to see how stressed out he’s getting with all of the things he has to juggle today. You get out of your chair, walk over to him, and rub on his shoulder comfortingly.

“It’s going to be alright, Benny. I’m staying after work to help you set up and Frankie told me that the guys are coming to help around closing too. You won't be in this alone for much longer.”

He places both of his hands on his hips and exhales deeply.

“Thank you,” You can see the earnestness in his eyes. “I really appreciate it.”

“Of course. That’s what friends are for, right?”

He smiles down at you from his 6’2 frame and before you can move he pulls you in for a deadly tight hug.

“Benny!” You can’t stop laughing. “Let me go this fucking instant!”

“Friends like hugs from other friends, right?” He yells over your incessant protesting.

“I’m going to kill you, you know that?!” Your tone of voice doesn’t even sound remotely serious.

Eventually you get him to unlatch himself from you so the two of you can finish up the work day in order to prepare for this evening.

***

You stand back proudly and admire all of your handiwork. Benny put you in charge of setting up the beer table, so set up the beer table you did. You designed a poster to hang on the wall above the table so people would be able to clearly see their options and their respective prices. You set a long, metal tub in the center of the table and filled it halfway with ice. Then you made a little arrangement out of the beer and poured the last half of the ice on it to keep it cold. The cash box was fully stocked and set to the side. All in all, you did a pretty good job. Thankfully, one of Benny’s regulars volunteered to work it this evening.

“All done over here!” You call over to Benny. “How’s the sign coming?”

You watch in horror as he stands up to reveal a barely legible fighting roster. He must have seen your face flounder when you looked at it because he just tosses the dry erase marker over to you and crosses his arms.

“Oh, Benny I-”

“I know it looks bad. I’ve never had a knack for all this creative shit.”

You squeeze his hand as you pass him while heading to the white board. He slides over the roster that has been printed on paper for you to use as your guide. You’re so engrossed with your new task that you don’t notice when the guys come in around 8:30 P.M..

“You sure are givin’ Benny a run for his money this evenin’. The place hasn’t looked this put together in…well ever.” That sugary, sweet southern drawl could only belong to one man.

“Thank you, Will!” You toss over your shoulder.

“Aw screw you, dude. Maybe it would have been if y’all had gotten here when y’all said you would.” Benny notes.

“Blame Fish.” Pope snickers. “He couldn’t find the perfect outfit.”

That got your interest peaked. You turn around to look at what Frankie is wearing. Regular work boots, soft looking denim jeans, a black undershirt, a worn blue button up with the top few buttons left undone, and finally his cap- oh god he’s looking at you. If you had been a smarter woman, you would have noticed that two thirds of the group standing behind you were looking at your sign. That damned one third of the group was watching you trail your way up his whole body. He’s like an oak; completely unwavering as you take him in.

“Well, I like it. ” You squeak out as you turn your attention back to the roster. “Now why don’t you guys go make yourselves useful and help Benny?”

You hear a unified ‘yes ma’am’ come from behind you followed by the scattering of three pairs of feet. There truly isn't anything more sexy than men who can follow orders.

All five of y’all work tirelessly for the next hour to get everything finished before the doors open to the public. When you cross off the last item on your to-do list, you decide that you have earned a drink. You sneak over to the beer table and open one of the coolers that you set up behind it that contains the excess bottles. Much to your dismay, the bottle caps don't twist off like you originally thought. You’re on your knees looking around in the extra bags and praying that Benny had the foresight to get a bottle opener when Frankie walks up next to you.

“Lose something?”

“Just my dignity trying to locate the stupid fucking bottle opener.”

He laughs jovially as he extends his hand to help you up. You take it and sheepishly hand him your bottle when he motions for it. The two of you walk around to the front of the table and you watch as he easily takes out his keys and pops the cap open with a bottle opener he had attached to them. You notice that instead of tossing the cap in the trash he places it back in his pocket along with his keys. Right when he starts to hand the drink back to you he pulls it back towards him.

“Hey! What gives?”

“I have to test it to make sure it isn’t poisonous or something.”

“Oh my god, you dick.” You lean back on the table behind you.

“You won’t be saying that when I save your life.” He takes a small sip and passes it over to you. “Nope. It’s not poison. You’re in the clear.”

Now it’s your turn. You turn to look out at the gym while you take a drink of your well deserved reward.

“Wait,” You look over at Frankie. “What if it's a slow acting poison and now we are both infected? I guess you have to stay here and finish this with me so we can go out together.”

He leisurely reclines next to you on the table and takes the bottle in his hand when you offer it to him. “That's some pretty sound logic. I can’t argue with that.”

You try to stop yourself, but you watch as he brings the frosty glass to his pouty lips. They look more pink than usual against the dark color of the bottle. His hands make the beer bottle look so much smaller than it really is. Your eyes wander to that nose you’re so fond of. God, what would it feel like on your clit as he ate his fill of you? Now that you’re closer to him you’re able to see the gray that's intricately woven into his beard and hair. Would it tickle the inside of your thighs when he buried his face in your pussy? Feelings you haven’t had for a man in a long time rock through your body the further you sink into your fantasy. Drifting even further, his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows the chilled liquid. You want to decorate the sensitive skin with blossoming purple marks.

“What?” He’s looking at you now. “Do I have something on my face?”

“No,” You say almost breathlessly. “I just wanted to make sure you didn’t hog it all.”

“I would never.” The low baritone of his voice reverberates through you.

Benny, thankfully, yells from across the gym at the both of y’all before you do something questionable.

“Hey, lazy asses! It’s showtime!”

You and Frankie both let out a breath neither of y’all realized you were holding. He looks down at his watch and then faces his friend with a mild look of annoyance.

“It’s 9:30, man. It’s just the boxers and the ring girls coming in right now.”

You notice that Frankie’s body immediately tenses up after he says this. Confused, you look over at Benny who has eyes as bright as the sun and is making a beeline towards you.

“I’m sorry.” Frankie whispers down to you. “I’m so sorry.”

“Benny? What are you-?”

“I have a proposition for you.” He says while gripping both sides of your arms. “Do you wanna hear it?”

“I don’t think I have a choice by the look of things.”

“Please be my ring girl.” He gasps.

“Oh my god.” You let your head roll back. “Benny, are you serious right now?”

“Don’t say no yet. Just think about it before you decide.”

You roll your head over to face Frankie and raise your eyebrows. You’re met with a shrug that is just as innocent as his grin.

“Does this offer have an expiration date?” You inquire shifting your focus back to the man that currently has you in a vice grip.

“Just think about it.” He pleads.

“Fine, but I’m pretty sure I’m gonna say n-”

“La-la-la! I can’t hear you! La-la-la!”

“Don’t you have fighters to go hype up in the locker room?” Frankie cuts in.

“Nothin’ I hate more than when you’re right, Fish. Catch y’all in between the matches!”

With one final ‘think about it’, he bounds off into the locker rooms. All you can do is laugh hysterically at what just transpired. Frankie probably thinks you have lost your mind with the way you are doubled over right now.

“Hey let us in on the joke, why don’t you?” Pope sits next to you on the table.

“I could use a good laugh as well.” Will adds blithely.

“What you two could use is a reality check.” you walk around the table and grab a beer for each of them. “God, I can’t believe him.”

You hand Will and Pope their drinks completely forgetting about taking the tops off. Fortunately, that didn’t stop them. Will snatches Pope’s beer out of his hand and positions the bottles where one has its cap resting just barely on the edge of the other's cap. Then he slams them down on his knee and Pope’s opens with ease. After he hands the open one off, he pops his own with a thick ring he’s wearing.

“I’m thoroughly impressed, Will. What the hell was that?”

“You just gotta learn to make due sometimes.”

Frankie and Pope both mutter ‘show-off’ under their breaths as Will explains to you the physics behind his little trick.

“Okay, now back to what Benny was talking about.” You adjust your stance so you can better face the group. “Are y’all in on this? This ‘ring girl’ shit?”

“Can’t say it wouldn’t be fun though.” Pope prods his finger at you.

“Oh, yes I can.” You say swatting at him.

“You know, Benny. Once he sets his mind to somethin’ he’s pretty determined to see it through.”

“That doesn’t even begin to answer my question, Will.” You groan as you take the beer from Frankie’s hand.

The movements between y’all are so natural, so fluid that it feels like something you have been doing for years. You see Pope, almost in shock, watch you as you take a drink.

“Can I get some of that?”

“No way, man.” You shelter the bottle against your body. “Three is a crowd and you literally have an open one in your hand.”

“Will’s right,” Frankie reasons with you. “Benny is as one track minded as they come.”

“Tell him to get on another track then.”

“How about this?” Pope counters. “You go into the locker room with Benny and see what it takes to be a ring girl. Then and only then will he accept your answer of ‘no’ if that’s still what you want.”

“If that will get him off my case then that's fine with me.”

You start to turn towards the locker room doors when a blue sleeved arm reaches over your shoulder and plucks the beer from you.

“Hey, give that back!”

“I just want to make sure you don’t hog it all.” Frankie’s tone is thick with sarcasm.

“I would never.” You grin.

Pope waits until you have cleared the locker room doors before he whacks Frankie in the shoulder. Unfortunately, Frankie doesn’t see it coming because he is too busy hoping to catch one more glimpse of you.

“If that's how you act around women you think are ‘just cool’ then I’m terrified to see how you act around women you actually like.”

“The fuck was that for? And the fuck are you talking about, man?” He massages the spot where Pope smacked him.

“Will, please tell me you aren’t as blind as he is?”

“Sorry, Fish. I see it too.”

“See what?”

“That you look like a goddamn catfish whenever you look at her! Eyes all big and mouth agape.”

“I do not.” Frankie mutters.

“Come on.” Pope folds his arms across his chest. “You think she’s cute.”

“What are we in middle school? You’re being ridiculous. Will?”

“I’ll be honest, I wanna know too.” He flashes that signature boyish Miller smile.

All Frankie can do is laugh nervously while he removes his cap and runs his fingers through his hair. He knows that he’s in the middle of a losing battle and that he’ll have to concede. They are going to be ecstatic that a woman other than Rochelle has caught his eye. Especially when it's a woman that meshes so naturally with their group. No, what’s stopping him is that a part of himself wants to keep it a secret. To have something that is just his. No prying eyes, no unwanted advice, no consequences, and no one else has to get hurt but him. As soon as the acknowledgement of his affection for you falls from his lips, it's real. As selfish as it sounds, he wants to keep you at arms length. He feels like everything he touches breaks and he doesn’t want you to become the next casualty. You wouldn’t want him if you knew the truth about the things he has done. But then you smile or laugh and he can feel himself falling deeper and deeper into his delusions of grandeur.

“Well, if you don’t like her then maybe I’ll ask her out.”

“No, you won't because,” Frankie puts his cap back on. “I think she’s cute. Are y’all happy? I like her.”

“Atta boy, Fish!” Will cheers.

“I knew it!” Pope says as he pulls Frankie in for a hug. “She’s a good one, man.”

“I know she is. I just don’t know if I’m going to do anything about it right now.”

Will’s hand comes to rest on his shoulder. “Why’s that?”

“I don’t want to fuck it up. To drag her into the shit show that is my life. I don’t even know if she feels the same way either!”

The two other men nod in understanding. Frankie takes a sip of the drink he stole from you and sighs as he looks up at the ceiling.

“All I know is…is that I like her.”

“Shh!”

“Pope, you were the one that wanted to talk about this!”

“Shut the fuck up! She's coming!”

“Y’all ready? I’m going to open the doors for everyone!”

The three of them use the time it takes you to unlock the doors and arrive back in order to regroup from their previous conversation.

“Did you,” Will clears his throat. “Did you like the view back there? See a future in being Benny’s ring girl?”

“I like the view from right here, thank you very much.”

“So,” Pope rubs his hands together. “Who ready to see some dudes get the shit beat out of them?”

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dear-nabii · 7 months

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Gojo Satoru x f!reader

Genre: Smut, college, romance

Warnings: 18+, noncon , creampie, breeding, alcohol consumption, house party setting.

Words: 2.0k

Notes: My first language is not English, bear with me :(( I still don't know exactly how many chapters the story will have, but I hope you like it!

Chapter 1

You blinked your eyes as you looked in the mirror once again, Taylor Swift playing on your Spotify as you sang along to the song. Your makeup was done, your hair was done, you looked cute after getting ready for tonight's party. Looking over your clothes, you adjusted the pleated skirt you were wearing again, making sure everything was in the right place, you had put on a good dose of your favorite perfume, a small smile adorned your lips.

You didn't usually go to parties like this, not that you weren't social for these types of things, but you just didn't really enjoy the somewhat chaotic atmosphere that these parties usually had, but you didn't refuse to go when an opportunity arose.

Applying another layer of lip gloss one last time, you were satisfied with your appearance, taking the small shoulder bag from the bed and putting on some makeup in case you needed to touch up later. The handful of keys and the cell phone ended up inside said bag that was fighting for its life not to burst after filling it so much.

Leaving your dorm, you could hear other people talking loudly and excitedly, some probably heading to the same place as you. You smiled widely when you saw Shoko and Utahime coming towards you, as they had agreed in class; taking a bouncy jump towards them, then intertwining yours arms with theirs, standing in the middle of them both. Ieiri was her long-time friend, they had entered college at the same time, so they shared good times and bad times because of the common course they were taking. Ieiri was Utahime's friend and introduced her to you and since then the three of you shared a precious friendship.

— I still can't believe we're actually going to this silly party. – Utahime murmured with a small pout on his lips.

— Come on, once in a while having fun like this won't hurt you. – You murmured back with the same childish pose.

— I'm sure that something will happen in our lives today after so many trials frying our brains. – Shoko said, jumping the same way you did.

— I hope so, I'm using that special lip gloss of mine today. – You said between giggles.

It was good to be in the company of both of them and the entire journey to where the party would take place at one of the fraternities was pleasant with light and funny conversations. The three of you entered the noisy environment, loud music playing in an electrifying beat, several people spread out everywhere with their plastic cups in hand with drinks that you thought were strong.

The truth is that after you talked to your ex last week (yes, maintain a "friendly" relationship with your ex) you felt a little low. He had said he was dating and that it was the longest relationship he had had and you were together for 1 year and 6 months. You no longer had a boyfriend after breaking up with him and even though you no longer had those affectionate feelings that were once there, it still stirred something inside you. Maybe because they had been through so much together, realizing that he had moved on was a little difficult and confusing. So here you were now, wanting to forget about that bitter taste that had been in your mouth for the rest of the week.

You heard a female voice calling out to you, snapping you out of those intrusive thoughts and as soon as you turned around, you recognized Mei Mei. You gave your friend a hug, smiling because it had been a while since you had been able to meet due to exams and work deadlines.

— You guys look so beautiful tonight. – Mei Mei commented while playfully spinning you around like a princess.

— We need to look like we're not freaking out all the time. – Shoko commented in a joking tone.

— You look amazing today too. Your hair is still impeccable. – You commented with the same excitement, your fingers running through the woman’s silver hair.

— How helpful you are today. – Shoko said in a laughing tone.

Your eyes swept over some people who were in the room, dispersing from the conversation, recognizing some faces, others from vague memories. Until your eyes fell on a figure that certainly attracted attention. It was like a solar system where everything felt right. He was the star in the middle of it all, everyone surrounding him like that was how it was supposed to be. The white hair, the pale skin and his eyes. Those eyes were definitely the most beautiful thing you had seen in a while. Playful smiles, girls seeming to beg for his attention as they chatted. Everything about him screamed womanizing and yet it was difficult to look away from his figure. And you hated men like that. You hated the types of relationships that escalated quickly and couldn't last.

You blinked and looked away from that man, your hands playing with your hair and adjusting some strands behind your ear. Suddenly you were aware of more about yourself, that weird feeling of sudden discomfort. You decided to focus on your friends' conversation again, determined to forget that feeling that came over you just by locking eyes with that guy.

— Wow, it makes me thirsty now. Doesn't anyone want anything else to drink? – You ask, interjecting into the conversation, kind of cutting off the subject.

— I'll go with you to the kitchen. – Utahime offered with a light smile on his lips.

The two of you walked together, bumping into some very drunk people along the way, until you finally reached the room. You sat on the counter, swinging your legs as Utahime walked over to the fridge.

It was when you felt something brush against your arm that you turned your face to see what had touched you; coming across that deep blue and pale skin. You blinked once, twice, a little unresponsive to the small smile the other gave you.

— Oops, I was just trying to reach the disposable cups. – He spoke with that melodious voice and in a loud tone. And speaking tall, he was very, very tall. He shook the cups as if to emphasize what he was saying.

— Uh, ah, no problem. – You said back without wanting to seem particularly affected by the guy's beauty. You were sure that men like him already had a high enough ego and massaging that ego was what you least wanted.

— Are you Getou's friend? – He asked, resting his forearm on the counter, next to where you were sitting, speaking loud enough for his voice to be heard through the music.

— Getou? I don't know who it is. – You wanted to shorten the conversation, not wanting to like how he approached you so naturally.

— I thought you knew him. He is one of the party's hosts. – He had such a carefree aura, as if you already knew each other.

— What are you studying? – He asked, seeming very interested in you.

Utahime appeared with a bottle of some drink that you couldn't identify what it was from the label, you took advantage of her arrival to avoid any more of that dialogue.

- Your Friend? – She asked as you got down from the counter, giving her space so she could pour the drinks into the glass.

— We understand each other. – The stranger smiled and gave you a wink. — Satoru, by the way.

You murmured his name to him and Utahime did the same, you moved your fingers to fix a strand of your hair that wasn't even messed up in the first place.

— I hope to bump into you again tonight. And oh, cool earrings. – The tall guy nodded as he walked away.

You waited a safe distance and murmured in a funny voice accompanied by a grimace — I hope to bump into you again tonight. – Making Utahime laugh while you fought fervently not to blush that he had noticed such a small detail as your earrings. Although of all the things he could have praised, he had chosen just something insignificant. This made you a little angry.

The two of you walked back to where Mei Mei and Shoko were, with glasses stocked for everyone, the color a pretty pink. It was hard not to let your eyes dart between the people, your attention feeling like a magnet being pulled towards the tall guy surrounded by people, where he was talking animatedly in the center of them.

You were denying with all your might the attraction you felt for him because by heaven, he really was handsome, but everything screamed heartache around you and you didn't want that. Between one of those glances where his eyes betrayed you, he seemed to magically notice and looked exactly in his direction, analyzing you from top to bottom shamelessly while that smile hung on his lips. You crossed your arms and raised your eyebrows slightly and when his gaze fell on your face again, a laugh escaped him, giving you an amused wink.

— I think Gojo has a crush on you. – Mei Mei commented between giggles, her hand in front of her mouth, a smile on her lips.

— Just like he has a crush on 95% of the girls here. – You grumbled, uncrossing your arms and taking a big sip of your drink. You didn't want to be grumpy tonight.

—But he's so handsome, isn't he? – It was Shoko's turn to bother you, her elbow poking your sides.

— Stop talking about this guy or he'll realize we're talking about him and think there's someone here who likes him. – You positioned yourself with your back to him, facing the girls.

— And there isn't? – Mei Mei asked with false surprise in her voice, making Utahime and Shoko laugh and you roll your eyes.

- Hey guys! Let's play 7 minutes in paradise! Come on, come on, come on. – You recognized Itadori Yuji speaking with that usual loud voice he had, dragging some people with him to the center of the room, where some people were already starting to gather.

— Come on, let's go there for a bit. Just to see what will happen! – Mei Mei said, pulling you and Utahime with her. It would be a good distraction to take your thoughts off him.

You sat in the circle of people that were forming and to your displeasure (or not) the said Satoru sat in front of you. You ignored your friends' smiles, finishing your drink in one go, wanting to use an excuse to go out, you were sure that none of them were going to change places with you. Before you could get up, you felt a weight on your shoulder and then someone came between you and Shoko, with her brown hair, recognizing it to be Nobara.

— Great, let's get started with this. – The girl smiled widely as she passed her arm through hers excitedly.

The bottle began to spin and excited squeals began, loud chatter and laughter erupted as the first "couple" was chosen by the bottle. You could already predict that your good luck would mess with you that night. The two strangers got up and went to a kind of closet in the room.

You avoided looking in Satoru's direction at all costs, deciding to glance at the other guys who were sitting there. In particular, a blonde with a frown and a guy with earrings caught your attention. That was definitely your type. You gave him a small smile when he looked your way. You definitely wanted the bottle to stop at him.

— It was just Maki for me, it was just Maki. – You heard an excited Nobara next to her, lightly pulling your arm back and forth as the "couple" returned from the game, a little blushing.

But it was when you heard a whistle and screams accompanied by snorts of discontent from girls you didn't know that your eyes fell on the bottle, indicating that it was your turn.

And Gojo's.

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zoeykallus · 1 year

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY QUEEN! I know it's your birthday and you will probably not write anything today, but let me suggest something topic related for another time maybe? You said you are having a bad time recently and I thought, why not make a one-shot with your fave clone, some birthday hurt and comfort? Maybe it helps you to feel better about what's going on? Love and best wishes!

Aaawww, Thank you! Oh wow, you are really calling me out right here 😅 But you know what? You might be right about this. Sorry to everyone else who have to wait a bit longer for their requests. Today is my day after all, right? 😅 Okay, here goes nothing...

Thank you for giving me the opportunity to indulge myself 😅

The Bad Batch (Tech) x F!Reader - The Birthday Misery

Stress/Comfort/Generic Happy Ending/Fluff

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The last weeks were exhausting, many things went wrong, things broke that had to be replaced quickly. Everything that can go wrong is going wrong to your left and right. Your salary is practically gone at the beginning of the month. Today is your birthday, and you haven't said anything to anyone, at least not to your new colleagues. Your old ones live way too far away anyway. You can't invite anyone, there's no money. You don't even have a cake or anything decent to eat in the house, no drinks to toast with, not even coffee. With a heavy sigh, you look at the clock and drink the tea you just brewed, because you don't feel like drinking tap water anymore. You hate these months when it feels like you're working for nothing, because you're getting absolutely nothing from the credits you earned, not even on your birthday. You hope Wrecker is kind enough to offer you some of his rations again, what you have in the house has to last at least two more weeks and is actually not even enough for one, if at all. But it's not just the money or the fact that you didn't eat properly in a week, it's the stress that makes you lose sleep, all the things that go sideways, and it feels you are alone with all that's on your mind. Putting on your gear, you make your way to the hangar where the Marauder is. You don't talk to Cid about a raise, that didn't work last time. When you see Tech standing by the ship, you smile, you are always happy to see him. You try to suppress your stomach growl with sheer willpower, you are embarrassed and don't want Tech to hear it. When he looks up and looks at you, you feel warm, but then your stomach growls again, and you fake a cough to drown it out. "Hi Tech." "Hello, dear. Are you not feeling well?" You blink, then realize he's referring to the cough. "No, I'm fine, just a dry throat." You almost jump out of your boots in shock when Hunter suddenly addresses you from the side, you didn't even see him before. "Have you had breakfast?" Several cogs mesh in your head. You know Hunter has very good hearing, and the coughing probably didn't fool him.

„Um, didn't have time, I'm afraid I overslept". Tech frowns and says, "You shouldn't go to work on an empty stomach" "I um-" Before you can reply anything, you hear Cid's voice, "There's the birthday girl." The next moment, her hand falls heavily on your shoulder. You want to sink into the ground, you don't need this attention right now, you can't celebrate either, you don't even have credits for a decent meal. "Birthday?" asks Tech quietly, looking confused. Hunter grins at you and pats you on the shoulder as well. "Happy birthday, ad'ika!" You feel uncomfortable, but force yourself to smile and thank him, before hastily distracting yourself by starting to load the Marauders with the goods that need to be delivered. Tech joins you and lends a hand. More or less casually, he asks, "Are you celebrating your birthday?" This is not a conversation you really wanted to engage in. "Um, no, not this year" "Why not? This would be the first year you've celebrated with us" Evasively, you say, "But I have to work today." "But tonight is your night off" he remarks matter-of-factly. With a sigh, you say, "I'll probably be tired." For a brief moment, Tech thinks and is silent, but then he says, "I'm sure my brothers would love to toast you as much as I would. Isn't that what people do?" His question is innocent and perfectly legitimate, but you feel pressured and retort, "I can't do that" "Why not?"

You set the box you were about to pick up back down with a deep sigh and say, "Please don't tell the others, but I can't even afford the breakfast caf right now. So I can't buy a round on my birthday" Tech blinks again, then reaches into a pocket on his belt. "I could-" "No, Tech, that's sweet of you, but you don't have to" "I know but-" You put your hand on his to stop him from getting credits out of the pocket, gently but firmly. You kiss his cheek and say softly, "That's incredibly sweet of you, but I'd just rather we forget about it, okay?" Tech hesitates, his cheeks blushing a little. You realize you've never been this close to him before. "Well, if that's your wish," he finally says, giving in to you. A little unsure, you say, "Sorry about the kiss, I didn't mean to cross any lines I-" "It's okay, it didn't bother me.... on the contrary" You smile shyly at each other before you both dive back into work to distract yourselves.

You are shaky and tired as you make your way to your apartment in the evening. You're shaky because you're lacking nutrients, you haven't eaten anything all day except for a protein bar, and yet you've been working hard. When the batch had already finished work, you did a few small errands for Cid, today of all days. Outside your apartment, however, you encounter something unexpected. Tech, Hunter, Wrecker, Echo and Crosshair are standing there, each of them having filled bags which contents you can't immediately recognize. "Hey ad'ika!" exclaims Wrecker with a laugh, "You're slow today!" Puzzled, you ask, "What are you all doing here?" "We came to celebrate your birthday," Echo says, holding up one of the bags, "We brought drinks and food. We thought that you would be happy about it" Your heart does a little leap, you get all warm and a little dizzy too. You look from one to the other. "You brought things?" "Of course, the birthday girl is getting spoiled today," Hunter says with a grin. Crosshair grumbles, "Don't look at me, I was forced to come here". You can't help but laugh at his dry comment. "I actually believe you," you say, amused, but with a reproving look at Tech you say, "Didn't I ask you not to tell anyone?" As your stomach growls loudly again, Tech says, "We should go inside and eat something" "Yeah, let's make a base for the Spotchka," Wrecker rumbles happily. Tech has come up with something nice, a tabletop grill on which everyone can make their own food while sitting around it in a convivial circle. Fish, meat, vegetables and fruit, the guys have brought of course also dips and sauces. Echo and Tech shoo you out of your own kitchen to prepare the ingredients for the table grill and distribute them in bowls. As you're about to at least set the table, Wrecker grabs you by the shoulders and gently but firmly shoves you into a chair. "You wait here until everything is ready," he says with a wink. "Um... okay, cool." You grin inanely to yourself the whole time, you can't quite grasp what's happening here yet, but it feels great. The guys are just wonderful. What you thought was going to be the worst birthday in a long time turns into the best birthday of your life so far.

You all eat together, you have not been so full for a long time. After that, plenty of Spotchka flows, dirty jokes are told and board games and card games are unpacked. You haven't laughed so much in a long time.

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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neyswxrld · 5 months

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moments like these (fireworks)

Wrecker x fem!reader

summary: You really, really like Wrecker, but you're a little unsure if he likes you back. The New Year's Eve party you're hosting seems to be a great opportunity to find out about his feelings.

warnings/vibe: pining, reader is a bit insecure about feelings, reader is very in love with wrecker, reader likes to touch wrecker, like they're touching each other constantly (consensual), a small kiss at the end, some fireworks, new year's eve, slight misunderstanding, some tears

words: ~4500

a/n: since i was left behind again, this time on new year's eve, i need some comfort for myself. 👉🏻👈🏻 i am still very in my wrecker feelings, and this is me compensating my touch starvation. also, there are so many cringy clichés in that fic again but well, what else are you here for? what else did you expect from me? xD aaand i wish you a happy new year!

Nervously, you look into the mirror, smoothing out your clothes.

You tried to look nice today.

Well, you always try to look good when you're expecting visitors, but today was a little bit different.

Wrecker and his family are coming over for New Year's Eve.

Since they were living here on Pabu, you met all of them here and there, and soon, the boys became your best friends. So it wasn't a surprise for you to host a small gathering at your place today, inviting them and their little sister over.

Especially since Wrecker has a special place in your heart, and you really want to spend this special occasion together with him.

It didn't take you long to realize that he is the reason for the butterflies in your stomach, the warm feeling in your chest, and your rosy cheeks every time his smile is directed at you.

And even though you know you really like Wrecker, you never dared to say a word.

You kept your feelings as a secret, too scared that he wouldn't return your feelings. Too scared of losing him and his brothers.

Nevertheless, you want to impress him. Of course, you want to. Because even though you are scared, there's still a little spark in your chest that makes you hope he likes you back.

You smile at yourself in the mirror and nod once. You look good tonight.

Just at that moment, the doorbell rings.

Immediately, your heart rate increases for a short moment. Your fingers start to tingle and excited, you open the door.

"Come in!" you smile and step to the side, letting all of them in.

They greet you with quiet words and happy smiles - except for Wrecker.

When it's his turn, he grins widely and lays his arms around you, hugging you close to his warm chest, and yell-whispers a small "Hi!" in your ear.

"Hey, Wrecker," you greet him too, hugging him back.

His typical scent rises to your nose, and it takes all of your strength to stop yourself from inhaling deeply and embarrassing yourself. There's a hint of the salty ocean breeze and some sunscreen in it. Together with his mild shower gel, it makes you wish to never smell something else again.

After a few seconds, which were probably too long but felt way too short, you parted again, still smiling at each other like idiots.

It were moments like this that sparked the hope within you.

"Where should I put the desert?" Crosshair suddenly asks, ruining the moment.

"Oh! Oh, yes. The kitchen," you say, startled, and guide him to said room.

"You can take a seat! Do you want to start eating already?" you ask the others, pointing at the table where different kind of foods found their place. While the brothers volunteered to make something sweet for after the dinner, you decided to take out your dusty, old pizza maker.

With that, everyone could make some tiny pizzas with their own toppings. It would take some time to feed everyone, but that was the perfect food for a long evening like this.

"I'm starving, can we start eating?" Omega asks and looks at Hunter expectantly.

With a small nod, all of you agree and settle down. Of course, you are seated next to Wrecker.

With some sweet small talk, funny jokes and hearty laughs, you enjoy dinner together. The atmosphere is relaxed, easy, and you're sure no one has to feel excluded.

Here and there, your and Wrecker's hands brush, and while you're a little bit jittery in the beginning, you soon find yourself enjoying the feeling of his warm fingers against yours, and as time passes on, you find yourselves touching each other quite frequently and way more often than necessary. For example, when you hand over a bowl, or when there's a plate a little too far on one side, and you have to lean into each other's space to reach it. Neither you nor Wrecker minds about it.

It were moments like this that made you think that maybe, just maybe, Wrecker likes your touch too. Otherwise, he would tell you to stop, right? Or he wouldn't initiate those touches by himself, right?

After a delicious and filling dinner, everyone helps to clean the table and the kitchen, and while Crosshair completes his dessert with some finishing details, Omega rummages through your cupboard that is full of different board games.

When all of you settle down again, ready to eat the fruity sweets and play the card game Omega found, you notice how Wrecker and you seem to sit a little closer to each other this time.

Would you have been sitting on the couch, watching a movie, you maybe would have considered giving it a try - but now, at the table with all of Wreckers brothers around you? No. You don't dare to make a move.

While you already were close next to each other in the beginning, now your arm is almost touching his arm with every movement. You would just need to tilt your head a little bit, and you would be able to lay your head onto his shoulder.

You soon find out that Wrecker is an awful player, at least concerning this game. His hands are full of cards, and even though they are huge, he struggles to hold them in an organized position.

Secretly, you try to help him and show him what to do under the table, and while he tries to act inconspicuous and follows your instructions with a big smile, he cheers for you for every move you make and laughs with you, every time you're the reason one of his brothers has to draw a few cards.

When the game is over, you're able to make the first place, carrying Wrecker to the second.

Smiling, he throws his one arm around you and presses you into his side.

"That's my girl! You did so well!" he grins proudly. In addition to his body heat that spends you some warmth, you notice your hot face that has to look like a tomato by the time he squeezes you into his side one last time, before pulling his arm back again.

But not entirely: he leaves his elbow resting on the back of your chair, so his heat still reaches your body.

You turn your head to the side, look at his side profile, and memorize all of his features.

His kind eyes that sparkle with happiness. Even his cybernetic one with the grayish tint.

His big nose that looks so adorable and sweet at the same time.

His full lips that seem to be both rough and soft.

His web-like scar that covers his face and makes it not only so unique and hard but also complete.

When Wrecker turns his head in your direction again, the hardness of his face melts into softness. His lips curl upwards, and he smiles at you again, eyes still sparkling.

Around fifteen minutes before the big firework begins, all of you start to dress yourself for outside. Omega is one of the most excited today, and you smile at her nervous nose crinkles. It's one of her first fireworks to see, and you can absolutely understand her excitement, especially because it's rare to see some fireworks here on Pabu. Even though you know it's not the best thing for your environment, you can't do anything other than stare at the beautiful play of different colors and sparkling lights in awe whenever someone decides to put a show on.

It were moments like this that make you think of a future together. With him. Your older selves sitting together somewhere, it doesn't even matter where, and just tell whole stories of lovely memories that formed the two of you, smiling and giggling with each other.

You sigh quietly, trying to ignore the thought.

Another very excited person is Wrecker.

He told you so many times how much he loved to blow things up and enjoy the sight of the wild flames or the smell of burned black powder of old weapons. Since the day he heard about fireworks, he wanted to try to make some by himself. In the span of a few days, he could explain to you how the little, colorful explosions work in detail. He knew which chemicals make which colors, how to make them sparkle, how to spread their projectiles in a certain way, and what he would need to make some of that firework of his own.

Sadly for him, he realized that not everything he would need was planet side. Since then, he was looking forward to every supply run he and his brothers would make, ready to bring home everything he'd find that would be helpful.

When the clock finally hits 00:00 o'clock, the first few colors start to brighten the sky.

Everyone falls into each other's arms, happy to be here together. You walk through the boys one by one, wishing them a happy new year. You give Omega, who is settled on Echo's hip and looking up with big eyes, a small boop on the nose, making her giggle. Because of her, you hug said man in an awkward angle, and he returns the gesture with a small pat on your shoulder.

Hunter and Crosshair each receive one after him. Then you gently pat Tech's shoulder, knowing he dislikes hugs.

Last, but not least, there's Wrecker.

You stand in front of each other for a few silent moments, smiling at each other in a shy way.

For a short moment, you even debate to just throw all cautions in the wind and just go for a kiss, but then you decide against it.

He gives you hope. A lot. And sometimes you feel like he likes you too. But then you just don't want, can't, take the risk of losing him. He means so much to you. So, so much.

"Come here," he breaks the silence between the two of you and pulls you closer.

Chuckling, you let yourself be pulled into his strong arms and enjoy his sudden closeness. You put your arms around his neck and hide your face in it, savoring his smell again. Wrecker presses you tightly against his chest.

"I wish you a very happy new year," you whisper into his ear after a while, still not pulling away from his tight embrace.

"Thank you. I wish you a very happy new year, too," he almost yells, excited, making you smile.

You part after another few seconds and stand next to each other, looking up into the sky. You're not holding hands, but you feel the back of his hand brushing against yours again. And again: while you would love nothing more than to just take his hand into yours, you're too shy to finally do it.

Despite her excitement, Omega already fell asleep in Echo's arms, and Echo himself is fighting with the goosebumps that start to spread over his cold body. Hunter looks as unhappy as Crosshair, holding his hands onto his ears, while the sniper presses his eyes together in an unpleasant looking way. And while Tech seems to be mostly unfazed, Hunter drags him inside with them.

After some time, almost everyone goes inside again.

Which leaves only you and Wrecker, also very unfazed, to stare at the night sky that is still highlighted with some single, late fireworks.

"You wanna go inside, too?" he asks quietly, looking at you from the side.

"No. I want to enjoy the quiet for a few moments," you explain, "What about you?"

"No. Can't miss a single little explosion," he grins at you and makes you laugh lightly.

"Understandable," you smile again, before adding: "Do you want to sit down?"

Wrecker turns his head a bit until he sees the small, wooden steps that lead up to the porch again.

"Yeah, come on," he nods and takes your hand, pulling you with him slightly. With a small smile, you follow him and sit down right next to him.

"Are you cold?" he asks suddenly, as he sees how you put your arms around yourself.

"Mh-hm. Yeah a little, but no worries, I can go inside and take-" you begin, but Wrecker seems to be faster.

Hastily, he pulls his jacket off and drapes if over your shoulders, tugging it around you securely.

"You can take my jacket," he says, almost proudly.

"But aren't you cold?" you ask, already snuggling into the fabric. It wasn't the first time he gave you the jacket and even though you know what he would say, you just want to be sure.

"No, I'm pretty warm. Keep it," he says, the familiar words. Smiling, you nod but decide to lean into his side a bit. Of course, just so you could spend him some warmth.

He still surprises you with his next words: "Besides, I really like how the jacket smells after you wear it."

You look at him with big eyes, almost unable to answer. You swallow a few times. The heat in your face indicates how red it has to be, and in the end, you simply decide to just smile, say a small thank you, and lean your head onto his shoulder.

"So, how was your day?" you ask after a few moments of quietly looking into the night.

"Well, it was very long because I was so excited and couldn't wait to come over," he answers with a bright smile.

It was so difficult not to smile when he was around. You felt like the corners of your mouth were glued upwards today.

"Yeah?" you ask in a playful tone. "Mh-hm, and when I saw you the first time today, I just could think about how pretty you are."

Your face turns red all over again, and with a shy smile, you hide it in his shoulder again. He just has given you another incredibly sweet compliment. You felt like your heart grows bigger and bigger by the minute, and only for him.

"Thank you, Wrecker. You look pretty amazing, too, today," you whisper, looking up into his face, that also has a rosy tint on the cheeks.

It were moments like this that seriously made you question your insecurities about his feelings for you. Wrecker wouldn't act around you like that when he felt nothing at all. He wouldn't make you compliments, touch you with those feathery and smooth movements, and he wouldn't have that burning face when you complimented him back. Right?

You swallow, and slowly but surely make a decision. You are going to tell him how you feel.

Now.

"Have you any new year resolutions?" you ask him, playing with your fingers and try to ignore your nervous heartbeat. You're trying to be smooth and not go like a bull at a gate.

Wrecker nods and looks over at you with kind eyes.

"What are they?" you want to know, genuinely interested.

"Oh, not so many. I want to train some more again because I feel a little lost sometimes without my routines. And... And I want to be a little bit braver. What about you?" he explains and asks you a question all the same.

"Be braver?" you ask, ignoring his question for now. "But Wrecker, you're one of the bravest people I know," you try to assure him, but he just smiles, looking a little bit nervous.

"Yeah, sometimes. But not all the time. Sometimes I feel really shy when it comes to... feelings and people and stuff," he says, and even though he just sounds so timid at the moment, you can't really imagine him like that.

"Shy? You? Wrecker, you're one of the most open and lovely people I know. I've never had the feeling you're not brave," you try to assure him, putting a hand on his arm.

"But well... I met this girl and I really like her. And sometimes I get really dorky around that special person because everything gets warm and wobbly inside me. And I feel my heart in my chest beating so fast, suddenly," he says again.

Your cheeks start to burn again. Sweat pours out of your skin, you get hot and cold at the same time, and your hands start to shake.

Is he... Is he talking about you?

But he said he met someone... Why didn't he tell you that?

"She has to be lucky to have a guy like you by her side.", you murmur, already ready to bring some space in between you. When he likes another person, you shouldn't be that close. It isn't right. Did he play games with you? Why was he acting so kind and lovingly, when he met someone else? Why did he say those lovely things around and about you?

"Oh, that sounds like you really like that person," you try to hide your fear and your disappointment and notice how your heart hammers in your chest. At the same time, you realize how the corners of your lips sink down. You know you can't hide your feelings.

"Oh yeah, she's the best person I know," he agrees, grinning widely.

On one side, you're hurt. You feel so hurt like never before in your entire life. But on the other side, you don't know what to do. You're so confused and overwhelmed and not sure about how to act. Should you run away crying? Should you scream at him for bringing your hopes up? Should you act like there isn't a problem?

Wrecker is your best friend and at the moment he is telling you, what is going on. How he feels about a certain girl. He is showing you a vulnerable side of him. You can't just run away, even though you want to.

And despite all the chaos in your head and your heart, you still cling to that little hope that maybe, just maybe, he's still talking about you.

Why would he act like he did when he didn't like you? Why would he hurt you like that? It is Wrecker. He is the kindest person you know. You couldn't believe he was able to hurt a fly. You couldn't believe he would play around with your feelings like that. You know him. You know him!

"You think?" he asks quietly.

"Of course," you swallow, "you're kind and lovely. There for me when I need you. There for your brothers and Omega when they need you. You're such a good listener and give great advice. You're empathetic and funny, and you always make me smile. You're strong and help people where you can. I feel like your heart is bigger than your whole body. And you're one of the prettiest people I know," you continue telling him how you view him.

This time, Wrecker gets red around his nose. He looks at you with a hint of embarrassment, but at the same time, he looks touched, even honored by your words.

"I think you should take your shot," you say, and even though it breaks your heart, you know you want him to be happy. If that isn't with you, then it is how it is. He still deserves to be happy.

Wrecker looks into your eyes for a few seconds longer.

You feel like he's going to reject you. You're almost bracing yourself for him telling you that he will go now and visit his special person.

You notice how they slowly start to gather some tears in them. You look away from him, not able to face him directly.

You try to swallow the tears. He doesn't need to feel bad about it. It is just unfortunate for you that he doesn't reciprocate your feelings. It's not his fault. The only thing he is to blame for, is for playing with your emotions like that.

"Okay," he whispers and nods slightly.

He tilts his head to look into your eyes again, but when he finally sees them, he stops. His gaze turns into a concerned one.

"Hey, what is it?" he asks quietly, just as one single tear slips over and travels down your cheek.

"I-It's nothing," you stutter and stop his hand from wiping away the tear.

"If it's nothing, you wouldn't cry," he says worried, but keeps his hands to himself.

"It's... well, it's... You made me feel like a precious and loved person. Like I mean something to you. Like you would like me back. And... well, I really appreciated that. I really like you, Wrecker. But knowing that you're in love with another girl? It hurts. So, so much. It's kind of hard for me to be glad for you at the moment. I really want you to be happy, and I'll come around and will be, I promise, but I just can't at the moment," you whisper, and with every word, you feel like the dam is crumbling.

You see how realization hits him. He blinks at you with wide eyes, opens and closes his mouth a few times, before he finally finds his words again.

"Oh- oh no, I didn't mean to-," Wrecker stutters a bit helpless, and despite your struggles, he pulls you into his arms and pushes your face to his chest.

"Hey, hey. I didn't mean to. I-I wasn't talking about another girl. I'm so sorry about that misunderstanding," he says hastily, and gently strokes through your hair.

You breathe frantically for a few times, before you suddenly stop, picking up on his words.

"You weren't talking about another girl?" you ask, voice shaking slightly, just to be sure.

"Yes. I was talking 'bout you. Of course, I was!" Wrecker says, somewhat upset, and pushes you a bit away from him, so he can look you into your eyes one more time.

Carefully, he wipes the tears off your cheeks and dries them on his shirt, before laying hus hands on your cheeks affectionately. You let him.

Tenderly, he strokes them with his thumbs. His gaze is soft, lovingly.

"I never met someone like you. I feel like you're the first person that really gets me. You understand how I think. You know what I like and what makes me happy. You make me laugh. And I, I really hope I can be all that for you too," he murmurs and doesn't take his eyes off yours once.

His eyes are holding so much love, and appreciation, just for you.

"Oh." Now overwhelmed by all his honesty, you can't stop another wave of tears that start to roll down your face.

Just like before, he wipes them away, not bothered by them.

"I'm sorry," you whisper after a few moments. You try to stop them and after a few minutes, you have some success.

"For what?" he asks.

"Uh, for crying and all," you sniffle quietly. "For being upset and thinking of the worst."

"Don't be sorry about that. It's me who needs to apologize. I didn't mean to scare you. I approached the subject in the wrong way. Do you think... you can forgive me?" he says, still not moving an inch.

But to be honest, you don't really want him to anymore.

You're almost on top of him, almost straddling his thighs. His big hands on your face and yours on his forearms. You can feel every muscle he moves.

"It's okay," you whisper and don't dare to move.

Your eyes are still locked, and suddenly, your seemingly too loud emotions quiet down. In the next few seconds, you feel like in trance.

Wrecker's finger are still moving over your cheeks slightly, comforting you in a way no one else could.

Slowly, he starts to come closer again and puts his face right in front of you. Your breath hitches, and with much anticipation and hope, you observe what he's doing.

He looks deeply into your eyes. This time, instead of hitching unevenly, your breath picks up.

Your fingers start to shake out of excitement, and your heart seems to beat out of your throat.

Wrecker slowly closes his eyes and comes even closer. You do the same, tilting your head to the side, ready to welcome his lips on yours.

You can feel his tense but excited breath on your face. Yours isn't much better. You really want to do this.

Now.

With him.

Just before your lips touch his, he stops for another second.

"Is that okay?" he asks one last time.

Touched, you feel your heart swell even more. Even in this intimate situation, he considers how you feel and wants to know if you're okay with his actions.

A happy exhalation leaves your lips, and you hum a quiet "Yes, of course it's okay," before you take the lead and finally close the gap between you.

As soon as your lips touch, you feel like a firework explodes inside of you.

For the first time, you feel like you really know what people mean when they talk about the butterflies in their tummies.

You're excited, and the adrenaline pumps in your body. You can feel it in your throat, your fingers. Anywhere. For the first time in a while, you feel whole and alive again. Like a new person.

Wrecker's lips are soft and warm. You can feel some uneven bumps where his scars end just above his mouth, and his light stubble tickles your skin.

Both of you keep the kiss sweet and simple, and as soon as you part again, you miss the feelings of his lips already.

"You okay?" Wrecker asks after a few seconds of silence.

"Absolutely," you say, and can't stop the wide smile on your lips. "You?"

When you look at him, you see the same facial expression. He nods, seemingly more than happy.

You settle down next to him again, and snuggle up right into his side, as he immediately puts his arm around your shoulders again.

You smile content, still a bit unbelieving about what happened just moments before.

Wrecker really likes you back.

Together, you keep sitting on the small stairs and watch over the sky, still enjoying a few lonely but colorful explosions in the distance.

When you're not whispering, smiling, or laughing together, you're sharing some sweet kisses and slight touches, letting the evening fade out together, right at each other's side.

Happy new year, you think to yourself.

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mimisempai · 7 months

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I'll always give you what you are craving for

Summary

"Mmm, good job."

"Oh, you really think so?"

Crowley has always known Aziraphale's need for praise. Moreover, he understands it.

All that remains is for his angel to learn that he is entitled to it, and that Crowley is more than willing to give him what he needs.

Notes

It's time for our angel to voice his need.

Day 19 : Praise

On Ao3

Rating G - 1346 words

Aziraphale was mentally tired that night as he walked toward the bookstore, and the sight of the lit windows gave him the energy he needed to take the last few steps home, knowing that Crowley was there.

It had been a trying evening.

Now that he'd hosted not one, but two shopkeepers' meetings, there was no escaping the next one.

Tonight it had been at Mr. Brown's, and while Aziraphale really liked most of the people there tonight, it seemed to him that everyone was in a bad mood. Every topic had been discussed at great length and to little avail.

The only result was that Aziraphale felt he'd had enough socializing for the month.

Arriving at the bookshop, he closed the door behind him, left his briefcase on the floor, and went straight to the corner where the couch was. And there, just the sight of Crowley on it was enough to relieve some of the tension that had built up during the meeting and peaked at the end.

Seeing the demon gave him such a sense of comfort that all he wanted to do was join him right away.

Crowley watched him approach with a smile and said softly, as if he'd already sensed his state of mind, "Welcome home, Angel."

Without Aziraphale having to make a single gesture, he simply opened his arms and added, "From the look on your face, I'm guessing the meeting was awful, right?"

Aziraphale nodded and explained as he moved forward, "The way that meeting went is exactly why I've avoided them all these years. They were all in a bad mood. Lashing out at each other over little things like one's stall protruding a millimeter over the other's sidewalk. Nothing but trivial things."

Aziraphale sat down next to Crowley and immediately snuggled up to him.

Crowley closed his arms around him as the angel, sighing with relief, buried his face in his neck. The demon's hands gently caressed Aziraphale's back and neck in soothing circles, causing Aziraphale to snuggle up even more as his arms wrapped around Crowley's waist.

The demon said softly against the angel's hair, "Looks like someone's needy tonight."

Aziraphale started to pull away and apologized, "Sorry, I..."

But Crowley would have none of it, pulling the angel against him, preventing him from moving away and saying gently, "I didn't say that because I didn't like it, quite the opposite."

Relieved, Aziraphale leaned back against Crowley, who resumed his soothing caresses.

After a few minutes, Crowley tilted his head slightly and whispered in Aziraphale's ear, "I'm sure you did a good job today, Angel."

Aziraphale couldn't contain the shiver of pleasure that ran through his body and the heat that flooded his cheeks at Crowley's words.

Crowley was well aware of this.

He had long known of the angel's need to be praised for what he had done. And even more, his need for it to be sincere.

Even if it was the most trivial thing.

Probably the result of the way Heaven had treated him. Brushing him aside and ignoring him most of the time when he said something, or even worse, making fun of him.

"I think I found some clues."

Crowley almost laughed at the mysterious tone in which the angel said this, while on the other end of the phone, Aziraphale continued, "And do you remember the statue of Gabriel in the graveyard in Edinburgh?"

He finished by whispering, as Crowley had the real Gabriel in front of him, "I'm looking at it now."

Crowley casually replied, "Mmm, good job."

Aziraphale asked in a delighted voice, "Oh, you really think so?"

Crowley did not answer, but the angel's reaction had not gone unnoticed.

Perhaps today he could indulge his angel a little more than usual.

He kissed his temple and continued in the same soft voice, "I'm sure you're the only one who didn't get carried away, you were probably absolutely kind to everyone, even those you would have liked to send packing. You're very good at that."

Feeling himself blush even more, Aziraphale pressed his face even harder against Crowley's neck, determined to hide his flushed cheeks from him. He couldn't ignore the warm feeling that came over him at the demon's words, and most of all, the craving he felt. He wanted more, he didn't want it to end. But there was no way he was going to say it.

"Aziraphale?" Crowley asked softly, well aware of the Angel's inner turmoil.

Aziraphale shook his head against Crowley's neck, his throat tight, torn between the desire and the shame of expressing what he wanted.

Crowley kissed his temple again and whispered, "I know exactly what you want. But you'll see, it'll be even better if you tell me. Don't be ashamed or afraid. I'll always give you whatever you need. You only have to say the word."

Aziraphale's throat tightened even more at Crowley's soft, understanding tone. The demon continued, reassuring and insistent: "All you have to do is tell me, angel."

Aziraphale breathed into Crowley's neck, "I can't."

Crowley's arms tightened around his shoulders as his ever tender voice soothed, "I know it's hard, angel, I know, but just say the word and I'll do it. I promise. You trust me, don't you?”

Obviously, Aziraphale could not resist after such a question. His trust in Crowley was infinite and deep-rooted. So in that moment he realized it was like being in Job's burning house or on the stage of the West End Theatre, it was like telling Crowley to shoot and surrender.

He swallowed, took a deep breath and, raising his head, said in a barely audible voice, "I want more, please. I want you to... keep... praising me."

Burning with shame, he wanted to bury his face in Crowley's chest again, but the demon wouldn't let him. Taking his face between his hands, he gave him a long kiss on the forehead and said tenderly, "I'm so proud of you, angel, I know it's been hard, but don't be afraid. I'll always give you what you need, you just have to ask. I will never refuse."

With his face between Crowley's hands, Aziraphale felt his cheeks redden again and wanted to pull away, but the demon soothed him, stroking his burning cheeks with his thumbs, "Shh, it's okay, Angel. I've got you."

Aziraphale couldn't help but breathe a small sigh of relief.

Crowley knew and understood.

Crowley got him.

All he had to do was to let go.

With his eyes in Crowley's, Aziraphale slowly let go of the feeling of self-consciousness and concentrated solely on the feeling of comfort and well-being that Crowley's caring words and gestures gave him.

The demon continued to gaze tenderly at him and then, holding the angel against him, moved them until Aziraphale was lying on top of him, his head on his shoulder.

Comfortable and safe in the demon's arms, Aziraphale let himself go against him as Crowley began to speak again, giving him what he needed with every word.

The demon's words enveloped him like a warm blanket and after a few moments, overwhelmed by emotion, Aziraphale couldn't hold back the words that left his lips. He murmured, "I love you," then pressed a kiss to Crowley's chest before resting his head on his shoulder.

Crowley murmured into the angel's hair, "I love you too, my angel." Then, after a gentle kiss on Aziraphale's head, he continued, "Let go, Angel. I got you."

And Aziraphale let go.

Because he knew deep down that Crowley wouldn't let him down.

Because he knew that he would always give him what he wanted.

As he snuggled up against Crowley's chest, the demon felt extremely fulfilled and grateful because Aziraphale was showing him the part of himself he'd never shown anyone else.

The fact that Aziraphale had chosen to witness his vulnerability was a precious gift that would humble him forever.

Crowley wrapped his arms around the angel and continued to whisper all the beautiful things his beloved deserved to hear about himself.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable Growing Love series : here (After season 2)

Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here (Before season 2)

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ouroboros-hideout · 3 months

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WIP WHENEVER, WHEREVER

(we are meant to be together shakira shakira)

@olath124 tagged me for this, thanks friend!

Still rather low on content or WIPs I can show but it's something

ART

Don't know if I would call it art actually but I am currently making myself some Discord emojis of Aon aka Knife Queen aka Blorbo Girl.

That's the first one I got done. Because smirking is very important 👆 will do 3 or 4 more I guess. Laughing, something sad, angery and what ever inspiration brings along the way.

The Dogtown Noir pics where fun to do but I noticed real quick that I need a lot of focus to get some good shots. And I don't have that most of the time. I heard there is actually a city outside of Dogtown KEK maybe I will go there next and do some photos 💫

WRITING

Putting this last so no one is forced to read the wall of txt. I still have a lot of unfinished ramblings but nothing that would make sense to show. I started to write some small bits for my own amusement and positive vibes based upon a soft OTP promt list (or what ever it was called). It's only stupid conversations and I think it's nothing for AO3, so probably just throw it here whenever I finished one.

Write about your ship getting dressed up in fancy outfits together:

"Oh my god I hate this so much..."

Aon pulled on his black bolero jacket and looked at herself in the mirror next to the large closet in Kurt's apartment on the top floor of the Sapphire with an unimpressed expression.

"You don't like what I've chosen for you?" Kurt asked, still beeing busy in the bathroom.

"No... yes. I mean. No, I don't like all of this." She grimaced a little more and turned around to look at the elegant suit trousers and expensive shoes she would be wearing tonight.

"Fancy clothes, putting up with brainless snobs at glamorous parties. Pretending to care about what they do and who they are. I really don't know why you like that so much."

"You'll have fun, I'm sure of it." Kurt came back to the main room and took his leather harness, which was still lying on the bed, and put it around his shoulders. He chose a more elegant garment than usual for tonight aswell, as Alyona had demanded, but he wasn't going to abandon all of his military habits.

"I'll have fun at the bar. I know that for sure."

She was still tugging at the jacket, as if she was trying to minimize the revealing neckline of the top.

"And you had to pick something so provocative, didn't you? Well, at least it's not a glittery cocktail dress. You could have worn that yourself."

Kurt laughed heartily at the last comment, took a few steps over to her and fastened the last buttons on the collar of his black shirt.

"You look fantastic."

That didn't really convince her.

"Oh, shut the fuck up. I feel like I'm playing dress-up."

Kurt was now standing behind her, looking in the mirror with her, still smiling.

"Well, in a way, we do, don't we? If you want to get close to your prey, you have to wrap yourself in it´s fur."

Aon let out an amused snort. "You're such a poet Kurt, it's almost unbelievable," she replied sarcastically.

"Still, I'm glad you decided to come along. I don't think it will do you any harm to see something other than the workshop." He put his hands on her hips and leaned forward a little. At least he liked the sight of the two of them in the mirror.

"Hmmm, what I wouldn't give to spend all night fixing that Chimera-Junk gathering dust in your warehouse...", she replied with a playfully dreamy tone.

"You enjoyed the evening at the Totentanz. You can't deny that."

"You're seriously comparing your fancy-pants party to the thing at the Totentanz?"

"It was a party, you didn't want to go and you ended up enjoying it."

"Maybe because even the smallest circute in Maelstrom is a more interesting conversation partner than everyone you've invited today."

Kurt leaned a little closer to her.

"If you decide to stay here after all, I want you to come to every party. Not because I like to see you suffer, but because then I would finally have something to look forward to in the evening. Pleasant company and someone I can rely on."

"Don't get too excited. I might already have a plan to ruin everything."

"That doesn't matter. It would definitely still be a night to remember because you were with me."

Her face twisted into a grimace.

"Damn, you're such a suck-up. No wonder you've got all these snobs eating out of your hand."

"But the difference is that I mean my compliments to you seriously."

Kurt couldn't help but laugh again when he noticed Aon blushing and quickly turning away from the mirror so he wouldn't notice.

"Okay, let's get going. The sooner we get there, the sooner I can say I've tried long enough."

She hastily disengaged from his embrace and walked straight towards the door.

He followerd her right away.

"You stay until the end. I'll tell the bartender to keep you 'entertained'."

Think most of the ppl I would tag have already shown their awesome stuff lately so I will skip this time. See you next time!

#wip whenever #writing stuff #art stuff #ouroboros talks #OTP: Like Napalm

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kanmom51 · 1 year

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JM Like crazy - my crazy thoughts

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First of all, stream stream stream.

Now, let's talk about Like crazy a little.

I'm trying to soak it all in, so I will probably miss some stuff, but I'll give it a try.

The visuals are incredible, no doubt.

And the message is there, a little hidden, a little double twisted, so to speak, because I see what people are throwing out there. All heteronormative and all.

But peeps (gosh, I've been loving using that word lately), I see so much more than a man and a woman, that don't interact, did you notice that part all of you that are saying he's going in to kiss her. Like where the hell did you get that idea from?

I'm not going to do a second by second breakdown of the clip but I'm going to leave you with a few of my thoughts.

Oh, and so fucking what if he starts it out with "she"...does that mean the song is about a her? I really really don't think so. But I'll get to that.

This is a good explanation about the she:

Dropping this pic here too...

Oh, and I don't remember, did I say the English lyrics are different than the Korean. Imma gonna talk about the Korean, cause they're the ones that are on the clip, not to mention they are more telling, in my opinion.

Ok then, let's get going...

JM in the club.

Standing alone.

Zoom in on the eye then zoom out, flashback Serendipity. And why do I say Serendipity you ask? Well, because, you'll see ya'll. Stop being so impatient.

When he's singing:

"She's saying: Baby, don't think about it There's not a bad thing here tonight..."

The room is clean.

It goes on:

"baby it's fine if you leave, stay with me just for today" - room turns muddy, dirty.

That's where I feel the quote ends.

The she explained above makes so much sense in this context.

He continues with

"watch me go keep me drenched all night (away), so that morning gets drunk and never comes..."

I'm getting used to it

Did I come too far to find the me you used to know?

Yeah I know

You know

I know

I'd rather be...

Something look familiar?

Perhaps certain "I know you know I know" lyrics?

He is running into that bar/club and he's alone, he's drinking, he's 'having fun', but at the same time he's not, and when he's dancing and making contact with another, he has his arm around another guy.

This

Him walking against the stream, looked at, perhaps judged, and singing

I'd rather be lost in the lights I'm outta my mind

Please hold onto the end of the night...

walls closing in on him (hallway narrower than it was a second ago).

Now this part in the lyrics.

Nah, I will not accept any other interpretation (though I know there are hundreds of them), but nope, this is mine and I'm sticking with it:

Each night

you spin me up high

(psss...the dirt again people)

the moon embraces you

Let me have a taste

Give me a good ride

Ooh, surprise a queer couple...

Oh, and the colours...do we have gold/yellow and purple?

We have people making out, not JM. JM is by himself. It adds to the feeling of loneliness.

He's singing

forever you and I', but he's standing alone...

Then the bathroom scene.

Again he's alone.

I'm going endlessly crazy

I'd rather be lost in the lights

I'm outta my mind

(bathroom walls coming apart, leaving him standing alone...

Each night

You spin me up high

The moon embraces me

Let me have a taste

All while he's here:

Yes, he's 'showcasing' a hetero couple, but once again he's standing or sitting on that screen alone.

We have a hetero couple shown all while he's singing about what he'd rather be doing...

Then again, repeats the "give me a good ride", again standing alone in the crowd.

It's gonna be a good night

(oh I'm falling)

Forever you and I

No don't you wake me

I wanna stay in this dream, don't save me

I need a way we

I need a way we can dream on

Euphoria vibes much?

"Won't you please stay in my dreams, yeah...

Even if the earth crumbles No matter who shakes this world Don't let go of my hand Please don't wake me up from this dream"

Pausing one second here, crying a little.

Moving on...

He walks back into the room, on the way he's leaving muddy footprints, the room is dirty, muddy, his hands smeared with mud, which he spreads on the screen.

Yeah, every single work I say here can be total crap.

But it can also be all true. I certainly feel like it is.

There are too many references. Coincidences once again?

I don't think so.

Oh, and there's this:

That's it for now folks.

If I have more thoughts on the matter, I'll definitley come back.

This is me writing a few crazy thoughts after watching Like crazy a few times.

Go stream!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#Jimin #JM #JM Like crazy

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khaotunq · 7 months

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trick or treat!

HI LIZ!!! AkkAyan college for u~

This fic lies abandoned in my folder because there were too many things I couldn't decide on (like where Ayan ended up going for uni. Mostly where Ayan ended up going for uni.) but here is a snippet!

Ayan had sent his flight tracking number before boarding and had sent him a sleepy selfie before take off, but it had been radio silence ever since, probably because he was sleeping to try and escape the worst of the jet lag.

The flight landing had been delayed and Akk had resorted to braiding the leaves of a plant in the lounge just to keep himself busy, so he was caught off guard when the doors slid open. He shoved up from his seat and was almost immediately bowled back into it by a warm, familiar weight. Ayan was home. He was used to these airport reunions by that point, so Akk wasn't shy about wrapping his arms around him in front of Ayan's entire flight, most of whom didn't appear to have sprinted past the gate the way Ayan must have.

He probably felt like hours of travel, but he smelled like home. Akk pressed his face into his shoulder and squeezed, hard. Something he hadn't noticed before that moment settled somewhere behind his sternum.

"Hi," Ayan said, content to be squished. His bag had been abandoned on the floor several feet back, but he made no move to retrieve it, apparently trying to fit himself into Akk's lap. "You smell good. I missed how you smell."

"You're ridiculous. No suitcase?"

He shook his head. "Got everything I need right here."

He said it with both hands curled into the material of Akk's t-shirt. He wasn't talking about his bag. Akk smiled. "Ready to go home?"

Ayan's expression, when Akk lifted his head, said he was thinking something cheesy so Akk kissed him gently to cut him off. He tasted faintly of toothpaste and Akk had to pull away to snicker.

"You'd have complained if I tasted like the fact I've been dead to the world for several hours."

"I wouldn't have. Not today." And it was true: he was so elated to just have Ayan back in his arms after months that he wouldn't have cared if Ayan had been doing wasabi shots immediately prior to arrival.

Ayan didn't respond, but he looked pleased. He let Akk tumble him off his lap and brightened even more when Akk went to retrieve his bag and offered his hand to Ayan rather than making him carry it.

"Tell me my mum's out of town for a week."

Akk snorted. "She's making you lunch as we speak. We'll stay with her tonight but tomorrow I'm going back to mine, and you're welcome to join me."

He was yanked to a halt because Ayan stopped dead and pulled him around. "I love you so much." He looked deadly serious, and if this conversation was anything other than Ayan not so subtly telling him they weren't leaving the bedroom for a week, Akk would have melted.

Instead, he smiled and leaned down for a kiss, squeezing his hand. "I love you too. Now come on. The car's going to be unbearable."

It was Ayan's car – he'd insisted on Akk taking over its paperwork because it would just sit and rot in a driveway otherwise, and Akk had a funny feeling Ayan would find some excuse to not officially take it back. He was going back to university after the summer and it would just be a hassle to keep changing it around, Akk thought he'd say.

They exited the airport and were hit with a wall of heat that had Ayan whining in protest the way he did every time he forgot he was from Thailand.

"Did you not park in the shade?"

"Your flight was late – it was in the shade when I got here three hours ago."

"We were only delayed by maybe 45 minutes."

Akk just smiled at him.

Ayan lit up. "You missed me! You got here early? I thought you were at work this morning? Did you call in sick just to wait for me at an airport? Look at you – you did!"

"Don't be ridiculous," Akk said, letting Ayan hip check him to absolutely no effect whatsoever as they crossed to the section where Akk had parked. "I had holiday hours to use."

He waited a moment, smiling. "I've taken the rest of the week off."

Ayan dragged him around again and all but jumped on him. They were in the middle of the car park with the sun beating down, but Ayan's mouth was on his properly for the first time in months and there wasn't a force on earth that could have kept Akk from dropping the bag and wrapping both arms around Ayan to kiss him back properly, almost lifting him completely.

Ayan settled back onto his feet and grinned at him, a little more flushed than the travel and sun could account for.

"Can we stop at your place first?" He asked, a little breathless and toying with the hem of Akk's shirt. "Maybe you forgot something."

Akk laughed and shook his head, beeping the car open and heading around to the driver's side, letting Ayan shove his own bag into the back.

They stopped at Akk's.

They were late to lunch.

#suppaloscurse #ask post #so it is decreed #tuserhidden #akkayan #the eclipse #ficwit #halloween 23 #i have 3k of this but it's abandoned forever unless inspiration strikes #where do i put a fictional character for his fictional education these are the things that truly matter #i'm gonna have to start posting shorter snippets but kdsfkjsdg #i wanna share my nonsense with u alllll

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piecesofeden11 · 9 months

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Prompt Ficlet - Ahsoka realizes something

Another prompt by the lovely @wibzenadarksiderwithasoftheart, by ask this time <3 The prompt was: How about when Ahsoka realises/discovers that her masters are more than... I went a bit more comedic this time around, maybe to counter all the pain of the last few Ficlets :D As always, I hope you like it! <3

Note: Twiwi is @cal-tastrophe's Jedi OC and I love her dearly! :D

Ahsoka jogs along the walkway that crosses the great entrance hall of the Jedi Temple, glancing at the chrono on her wrist. Kriff, I'm late. Skyguy will give me an earful again.

She scoffs a bit at the thought, given that her Master's track record of being on time was not exactly stellar either, but still hastens her steps. No need to push her luck, after all.

As usual, she feels a weird mix of annoyance and gratitude at the fact that Anakin chose to schedule their saber training for relatively late in the day. It keeps her from being able to join Barris and the others for holonet night's most of the time, but it also means that the salles are nice and empty, especially compared to the mornings, when the Younglings are let loose.

She makes use of the empty hallway to warm up, sprinting and jumping and somersaulting in small bursts, which would have earned her more than one stern warning from superiors if done during the day.

Feeling nice and lose by the time she arrives at the salle, she wastes no time knocking, bursting into the room with a cheerful "Good evening, Master!".

She is more than surprised to find Master Kenobi present tonight. While it is not exactly unusual for him to be close to where her own Master usually is (those two were, after all, former Master and Padawan AND what the Holonet had dubbed the Team, the most famous Jedi Duo in the galaxy). However, Master Kenobi usually spend the evenings during his leave at the archives, getting his, and probably Anakin's, paperwork done.

Ahsoka slips into a more formal demeanor, bowing slightly to the other Master.

"Good evening to you, too, Master Kenobi. I did not expect you to join us today."

Master Kenobi coughs once, clearing his throat.

"Thank you, Padawan. I'm afraid I won't be. I was just..."

He hesitates, glances back at Anakin, then smiles at Ahsoka.

"Anakin had to fill me in on a few details of our last mission. I shall leave you to your training. Good evening, Ahsoka. Anakin, find me at my quarters later for the rest of the... report."

Ahsoka catches the end of a wink as Master Kenobi turns to leave, but she dismisses the detail in favor of giving her own Master a proper greeting and a closer look.

"Are you well, Skyguy?"

Now that they are alone, she slips back into the informal tone she and him have agreed upon. The concern in her voice is genuine, because he looks flushed, his hair slightly messed up and a bit sweaty. His tunic, she also notices, is rumpled and one of his tabbarts hangs off his shoulders.

"Should we rather cancel training...?"

"Don't be silly, Snips. I'm fine, all fine. Let's go, common! Form I, defending. Begin!"

He was distracting her, she could tell immediately, but she complies and goes into position, easily flowing through the form.

"Good, now Form II", he calls, sounding absent. When she glances over, she finds him fiddling with the com on his arm. Frowning, she goes through the second form, sloppy but still correctly.

"Excellent", he calls out and, predictably, adds: "Now Form III, go."

This time, Ahsoka deliberately botches the form, messing it up to the point where she feels herself almost recoil from the errors.

Landing close to him, she shuts her saber off and waits in silence for a moment, until Anakin looks at her. He smiles, nods and says: "Well done Padawan."

Ahsoka clips her saber to her belt and crosses her arms.

"You know, you could at least tell me if you're not in a mood. I can do drills on my own, or find something else to do for the evening."

She expects him to argue and is surprised when he simply sighs and hangs his head a bit.

"Sorry, Snips. You're right. I am distracted and that wasn't fair to you. I'll give you the evening off and I promise to be less absent tomorrow, okay? Feel free to train on your own but you have my permission to go out, if you need it!"

She narrows her eyes, giving him another onceover. Something is off about him.

Nevertheless, she bows and then smiles softly.

"Thank you, and please, get some sleep. You do look pretty winded and you have a rash coming up, too!"

She points at her own neck to imply the same on his and his hand creeps up to the spot, covering it with widening eyes.

"Oh, uhm, yeah. I'll have Kix have a look! See you in the morning, Snips!"

They part ways and Ahsoka makes it back to the Padawan quarters just in time for the newest episode of Attachment in the Airlock, their favorite Holo-Drama about two Jedi Generals secretly in love, hiding in supply closets and behind crates to live out their secret romance. It is hilariously bad and the Padawans have a great time tearing it apart for inaccuracies and hyperbole.

"I think my Master is coming down with a fever", Ahsoka says during a commercial break, causing several heads to swivel her ways.

"Oh no", says Twiwi Aanta in her distinct nasal voice, the small-ish Rodian girl perpetually afraid of germs.

"What makes you say that?", Barris adds, returning from the kitchen with a new bowl of fluffkernels.

"Well, when I arrived for training today, he was all red and flushed, kinda sweaty too. He also has this rash on his neck." Ahsoka points at the spot again. The others crinkle their noses in disgust and she nods in agreement. "Yeah, I hope it's nothing serious. But Master Kenobi was there already when I got there, I'm sure he will check up on Skyguy."

There is a beat of silence, before several of the Padawans begin to laugh and even Barris hides her mouth behind a hand. Ahsoka blinks, staring at them all in confusion.

"What? What's so funny? My Master might be sick!"

"Ahsoka...", Barris says between chuckles.

"I think you Master might be playing Attachment in the Airlock with Master Kenobi."

The laughter in the room gets louder, while Ahsoka ponders that thought. Her eyes widened, several other instances flashing in her mind of situations between her Master and his own.

"You mean..."

"Pretty sure, yeah." "Stars.", says Ahsoka. "Oh no", says Twiwi.

"I mean, they do look very good together", says Barris and hands Ahsoka the snack bowl.

#eden rambles #my writing #prompt ficlet #star wars #anakin skywalker #obi-wan kenobi #obikin #ahsoka tano

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naoknowswhat · 5 months

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I made a Clover sketch tonight, look at him I love him (and i also really like how it turned out wth)

and IT IS IMPOSSIBLE FOR ME TO EXPLAIN HOW MUCH I FUCKING LOVE THIS ITTY BITTY TINY MAN. i would NOT hesitate to die for him in a situation where such methods are needed.

Now before you continue I warn you the following is basically me rambling about how much I fucking love undertale yellow heheheh (Also a lot of spoilers ahead).

I have spent the whole day playing this stupid (fantastic, amazing, marvelous) game, I kid you not that I went from the end of the ruins to the fucking steamworks, which said out loud doesn't sound like a lot of time but uhhh for me it was if you consider that I've investigated EVERY FUCKING INCH OF THE MAP.

I'm not complaining, oh ho ho (merry Xmas) I'm not complaining because its been the most fun I've had playing a game in a WHILE, its made my life better and now im gonna spend the rest of the year (and probably more) obsessed over all the characters and their stories (mostly Clover and Martlet ngl).

But I gotta admit that even if I find the Ut yellow's characters a lot different than the ones from the original game, I can't help but love them the same. Look, I'm no expert on character design but I smile every time I see Martlet comment something or simply being on screen, I start laughing whenever I see a hint of Mo on any frame, heck you mention any of the characters and I immediately start smiling like an idiot, and the whole scene with North Star? The Feisty Five?? CEROBA?? I died, the moment I stepped on the town I fucking died.

I remember being really, REALLY into undertale when I was like 10-11 years old, and suddenly opening yt one day and watching my favourite YouTuber play the demo of this fan game, and i remember thinking "oh wow that game looks really cool!" Simply because of the concept of watching how it was like for any of the other souls to go through the underground, instead of Frisk. AND NOW, YEARS LATER I GET TO PLAY IT BY MYSELF, you don't know how special this game is for me.

For me it isn't only a fan game, or the story of another fallen human, for me it's getting an opportunity to enjoy the main thing that inspired me back the from zero, getting to learn about new characters, about new stories, and new perspectives. For me it's also getting an opportunity to meet them all, to be their "friend" and to live an adventure all by myself because back then i could only sit and watch everyone else do all the things i wanted to do, because back then i could only look at them all having fun, laughing with the good things and crying with the bad memories while separated through a screen.

Today I got to meet them all and to laugh with the unexpected dialogue, while learning that even in a fictional story not everything is painted in bright pink, I saw them get into trouble and also helped them overcome it, and it was amazing.

I also got to die and die and die again and again because I realised at the beginning of the game that I'm really bad at it (i cant blame the controller, I know it :( ), but it also made me promise myself that i would keep going no matter what, because i really wanted to see what's next. Heck you could say I kept going because of my determination ;).

I haven't finished the game yet, but I already know I'm gonna replay it over and over, I wanna catch every detail, investigate and discover every mystery, and i wanna make so many theories already, I CAN'T WAIT TO LOVE THIS GAME.

So for now have a not-so-quick sketch of Clover, the bearer of the yellow soul, the one who has quickly made way into my heart, and it seems the little shit is now living there rent free.

If you've read all the way to the end wth is wrong with you, and also thanks a lot for the attention, I was really excited to talk about this game to someone but didn't know how to do it, so I figured tumblr was the place pla to write for an hour, so the short-drawing post is now my review of the game hehehehe.

Anyway thanks for reading to the very end, I hope you have an amazing rest of the year, and most importantly a great begining of the new one <3.

#undertale #ut yellow #amazing game 10000000/10 #ut Clover #im so excited to finish the game #but im gonna take my time to do it hehehe #my art shit

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sea-owl · 6 months

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So continuation on my hunter x witch polin au. I just kinda wanted to world build a bit.

"Colin!"

Colin jumped at the sound of his name. He had only just stepped through the door after leaving the witch's home, and three of his siblings were waiting for him.

Anthony and Benedict were still in their gentleman's clothing. Daphne, who was also with them, had yet to change out of her hunting dress with the removable skirt.

"Are you alright Colin?"

Colin nodded. "Yes, I'm fine. I just had to rest for a bit after tha fight with the gorgon."

Colin knows he should have told his family, or at least Anthony, about their new neighbors. He knows he should have, but damn it, he was curious.

Magical creatures don't just blend themselves around humans like this, especially humans of high society. Not since before the dark ages when the last of the ancient kingdoms fell. A time when humans were not only fighting wars amongst them but with magical creatures too. After that, magical creatures mainly kept to themselves in isolated areas. From Colin's experience, witches prefer the natural world and would be more likely found on the edges of coasts or hidden by the trees of forests. They don't end up in Mayfair!

Colin was also curious about that mind witch. He's almost positive she has put some sort of spell on him because why won't he stop thinking about her? And why would she heal him? Yeah, witches typically aren't on the hunters' radars, but that more has to do with them keeping to themselves, not that they like one another. If it was any other witch she probably would have left in the street for fate to decide what happened to him. That baby witch with that shotgun seemed to agree with that sentiment.

"You know you don't look like you've been in a fight with a gorgon," Daphne will tell him later as she looks him over for injuries. "Which is peculiar since I know that that gorgon managed to cut you with her claws right here." Daphne pinched Colin's side which had no signs of being injured at all.

Colin had to admit that mind witch did good work.

"Daph!" Colin exclaimed when Daphne pinched him again.

Daphne sat across from Colin. "Colin, what really happened after we were seprated?"

Colin paused. He knows he should tell at least one of his siblings about their new neighbors but he found he wanted to keep the witches across the square his secret for the moment. Or at least until he can satisfy his curiosity.

Damn what spell did that mind witch put on him?

"Felicity, do you need anything while I'm out?" Penelope asked as she adjusted her cloak and hood.

"Where are you going?" Felicity asked. The young witch was practicing her potions work. Particularly measuring out her ingredients.

"Mama asked me to get a few ingredients today. I'll be in Cambridge for a little bit."

Felicity let out an excited noise. "A papaya! If you're going to Cambridge, can you see if Phillip has a papaya!"

A papaya? Penelope turned to look back at her sister. No one in their coven here in England or in Ireland has never used a papaya in their potions or spellwork before.

Maybe Felicity was trying something new? She did make friends with that witch from the Americas recently.

Penelope found herself nodding. "I can see if Phillip has a papaya."

Felicity grinned brightly. Excitement in her eyes. "Thank you!"

Penelope adjusted her hood and walked into the library. Pulling out an atlas, she turned the pages until she found one of England. From there, she pulls out a moonstone and malachite compass and sets it over Cambridge. Leaking her magic into the compass the witch pictures the university town. Whispering in a language forgotten by mortals, she whispered, "Allow me to voyage on the beams of light."

A tug on her magic and Penelope has found herself in Cambridge.

"Now where is my favorite vampire," Penelope said as she tuned into the thoughts around her.

We shall celebrate with drinks tonight!

Mr. Hawthorne would be a good candidate to approach . . .but how to get his attention? All her cares about are drink and women

If I crossbreed plant A and plant C then should produce a bigger crop and a sweeter fruit.

"There he is," Penelope said as she made her way into one of the University's churches. Walking inside she let her hood drop.

But combining plant B and plant D could make the fruit ripe faster if crossbred.

Penelope glanced to her left. Sitting if the rear pew was a brown haired vampire. She took a seat next to him.

A vampire and a witch walk into a church. Penelope giggled in thought, sending the message from her mind to Phillip's. Penelope giggled.

And the hunters lost their minds. Phillip replied in his mind.

Penelope giggled again.

Phillip looked over at Penelope. Another pickup Penny?

Penelope nodded. With the season starting soon, Mama wanted to stockpile on roses for beauty potions.

Phillip nodded. Getting up, Penelope readjusted her hood over her head. Phillip made sure the brim of his top hat was low enough so the shadow would protect his sensitive eyes along with his tinted spectacles.

The two made their way to Phillip's rented home, which also doubled as his greenhouse thanks to spells he traded with the Featherington coven.

Every available surface was covered in some sort of plant. Phillip organized each room by the conditions each plant needed to survive.

Penelope took a deep breath as they entered. It always smells so lovely in here. One would never guess a vampire owned all this.

Phillip rolled his eyes. "I'm not exactly a normal vampire."

"No, you're not Pip," Penelope agreed smiling at her friend. "At least not like the ones they tell in stories around here. Who would have thought if you traveled further south, you would find vampires similar to fruit bats. And that they can produce offspring with blood sucking vampires."

"No one from around here would," Phillip said as he popped a raspberry into his mouth to suck on. "So what are we getting today?"

Penelope pulled out a list. "Mama requested a dozen red roses, a dozen white roses, raspberries, strawberries, and Felicity wants a papaya if you have one."

Phillip paused his gathering of the order. "A papaya?"

Penelope nodded. "That's what she requested."

"For spellwork or potions?" Phillip asked.

"I'm not sure," Penelope said. "Felicity made a new friend in the Americas recently and they've been writing to one another. I don't know if she wants to use it as an ingredient though or if she wants to eat it."

Phillip shrugged his shoulders and the two made their way into the tropical room. A flash of humidity hit Penelope when the door opened. The fruit Phillip picked up reminded Penelope of a squash in shape, the color green with a some yellow. Phillip then picked up two other fruits. One of them was rounder, the coloring being red and green. The other was a very dark green

"Here's the papaya," Phillip said handing Penelope the squash shaped fruit. "Both the seeds and the meat inside the fruit are edible. And if Felicity is interested in more tropical ingredients mangos and avacods are also popular ingredients. Don't eat the seeds for these those."

"Thank you Pip," Penelope said, placing all the new ingredients in her bag. "Do any of the spells need to be updated while I'm here?"

"The cold snap room could use a little bit of attention."

Penelope nodded. "Of course."

The cold snap room was a special area of the greenhouse that was mainly used as rest area for plants that go dormant during the winter months. Or if a plant benefits having some time in a colder environment. Stepping into the room Penelope could tell what Phillip meant. The temperature was a little warmer than what it should be. She'll have to adjust it.

They both took a seat at a nearby table Phillip took notes at. Penelope worked her magic on the spell around her.

"How is your new home? You recently moved to London correct?" Phillip asked.

"It is a new experience," Penelope answered. Her thoughts wandered back to the hunter. There was something about him that reminded her of the fay she grew up with. Hidden meanings in his words, like a puzzle or a secret to learn. Penelope always did like learning what those hidden meanings were. "I actually met an interesting neighbor the other day. He was a hunter."

Phillip looked up, concern washing over his pale features. "A hunter."

"He lives across the square from us actually," Penelope continued.

Phillip shook his head. "Your mama is gonna have a fit."

"Oh most defiantly," Penelope agreed. "Felicity actually almost shot him with sunshine."

Phillip couldn't help the laugh that came out.

#bridgerton #hunter x witch #colin bridgerton #penelope featherington #slight polin #besties phillip and penelope #phillip crane #hunter colin #witch penelope #vampire phillip

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