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𝜗ৎ MIDNIGHT SHENANIGANS! (enhypen)

⌕ it's midnight, and you both can't catch any sleep, what to do now?

𖦹 pairing. bf!enhypen x f!reader w.c. 2.1k tw/cw. skinship, nicknames genre. fluff ( CATALOGUE!? ) sru's note procrastinated big time on this one :) hope y'all enjoy this!

heeseung (이희성) 、 both of you are bored, your favourite tv show no longer being able to keep you both entertained or make you laugh till your stomachs ached. it fades into the background, slowly becoming a faint backdrop noise for your half tedious and half weary bodies tangled with each other on the couch.

"'this season just got boring", you yawn, pushing yourself closer to heeseung's broad and warm chest while his hand strokes your back, "i wonder if the next season would be bett—"

"right now the only thing you should wonder about is to get some sleep", heeseung's bored interruption causes he formation of a small frown on your face as you sit up beside him.

"you know im a night owl, hee", you sigh, angling your neck up to meet his eyes looking softly down at yours, "hmm, why don't you serenade me? pretty boy?"

heeseung reciprocates your smirk and clears his throat to sing his lover to sleep, before he can get some himself.

or so he thought. his serenade attempt soon turned to a session of singing competition after you sang the next line to a song heeseung didn't really like.

the silent living room soon gets filled with heesung's serene voice and your attempts at singing, and every time heeseung has a voice crack you mock him, laughing and falling onto his lap. your silly little singing competition continues until you both fall asleep in each other's embrace in the couch.

but nobody thanks the tv show, which still runs in the background and serenades both of you to sleep.

jay (박종성) 、 you thought your boyfriend jay wouldn't notice your absence or the slow sink and rise of the soft bed mattress beside him, and you would slip away from his loose hold and stand idly in front of the open fridge in the dark, totally forgetting your initial plan.

but then a sudden husky, sleepy, familiar voice startles you, "what are you doing there, love?"

the orange light emerging from inside the fridge illuminates your dull white tee, and accentuates jay's hands around the waistline of your joggers soon enough.

jay presses soft kisses along your neck, whispering, "are you hungry?"

"and bored", you huff.

"then let's cook something together yeah?", jay suggests before putting on his cooking apron and helping you with yours.

you have absolutely no idea on how to prepare the apple pie 'cause after all you're jay's girlfriend! he pampers you too much and cooks everything you like for you, so naturally you stood still in the middle of the kitchen, your time passing by yapping to your boyfriend and handing him the ingredients.

jay adds to your little rants, whilst single-handedly baking the apple pie, but with your little necessary helps tho <3

and when the apple pie is finally done, jay cuts the biggest portion for you, letting you taste it first.

the clock ticks by and the dull kitchen is filled by your hungry munching mouths and lovelorn eyes, jay and you enjoying each other's presence even in the boring hour at midnight.

this is bound to become a memory.

jake (심자연) 、 "but i didn't watch la la land!" "but i did!"

you guys were supposed to select a movie to watch like an hour ago now, but obviously it can't go smoothly without your usual bickering.

the night grows darker and your usual bedtime is in the long past, it's almost 1 o'clock, and both of you just wanted the movie marathon night to be over already, but not without selecting a movie you both would enjoy. and that seems impossible at this rate.

"be so for real right now, what do you really wanna watch jake?", you are losing your patience by the minute now, you only ever call him by his name when you are either annoyed or fed up by him. your eyes are threatening to close any second and you want to either a) watch a movie and cuddle to sleep with your boyfriend or b) just give everything up and sleep already.

"whichever you wanna watch", hearing this from your boyfriend makes your temper rise even more. and alas, you both agreed on something you both hate— horror movies.

ah yes, bodies huddling together with eyelids dropping to make your visions blurry and indefinite, as if it would make the movie any less scary. jake's arms pull you into a close hug as he whispers, "i t-think we should skip this part babe", to the most important part of the story.

both of you flinch at the low growl from the monster like entity in the movie. and to even make the atmosphere scarier, y'all jumped and screamed— almost waking up the neighbours —when both of you mistook layla's bark as some monster.

"babe, i think we should sleep", and that marks the end of your movie night, not even 30 minutes into the movie and your bodies are covered by the white duvet, cuddling close to each other.

such bravehearts, eh?

sunghoon (박성훈) 、 as soon as you step back after pressing the record button on your phone, sunghoon comes sprinting and sweeps you by your feet and twirls you out of the recording frame.

"ugh, hoonie!", you whine with upturned lips and kicking feet, with your boyfriend holding you up with his strong arms, "you entered at the wrong moment!"

"did i?", sunghoon was confused at first, but that expression soon wipes off his face when his eyes fall upon your pouty one. he smirks, "i don't think there's any wrong or right moment for me to pick you up in my arms, darling."

your twitching lips betray you. it opposes your expressions and matches your feelings, you couldn't help but smile down at your boyfriend who's already having heart eyes for you, and you feel blood rushing up to the tip of your ears.

"ok but do it properly this time hoon", you giggle. sunghoon lets you down to your feet, watching you run over to your phone again, resetting the tiktok recording.

this time you had to do it right, after all this can't go on till the sun peeks over the horizon and decides to wish you a good morning.

but as they say, third times the charm. this time the tiktok came out perfectly, just as you wanted to; with you looking over to the side before getting snatched away by your boyfriend in a lightening speed, and off the camera sunghoon presses soft kisses on your cheeks, soft hushed giggles filling the otherwise serene room. little affectionate moments meant only for you <3

and now the clock's almost hitting 1 am, hanged above your heads, under which the both of you scrolled past all the numerous, silly tiktoks you filmed. some with choreographies and planned lip syncs, and others just crack videos of you two, which the tiktok community will probably not see.

the night grows deeper and so does your love, but alongside the bag under your eyes </3

sunoo (김선우) 、 the pink clay mask feels cold on your skin, as you srunch up your face while sunoo applies it on you.

"don't do that, it can leave wrinkles!",sunoo exclaims although he moves his whole face a little too much with the half dry clay mask sitting cold on his own skin.

"oh, so i see how it is," you sigh, making a face full of faux melancholy, "you will not love me anymore once im all wrinkly and old."

"you know that's not true", with a clink sunoo keeps down the applicator on the washroom marble top, he swears he would pull you in the most endearing kiss if you two didn't have this pink moist layer on your faces, "and to answer your question, yes. i would still love you if you were a worm."

"but i didn't ask that question?!" "i know you would eventually."

you smile ear to ear, small wrinkles forming on the corners of your eyes as they squint and curve. sunoo's previous suggestion is completely ignored by you, and he himself doesn't abide by it, striking you a bright grin.

this little skincare session could've waited till the sunrise but what to say, your boredom took over and the next thing you know is doing each other's skincare routine.

"i love this face mask. it's pink and lavender scented", you mumbled to yourself, picking up the container sunoo just put down.

"but i don't smell lavender?", a frown forms on sunoo's face quickly as he scrunched up his nose, smelling the container lid again. and when he snatches the container from you and reads all over it, his eyes circle into horror.

"wait", he whispers, his face falling, "....is this expired?!"

jungwon (장정원) 、 "I can't sleep", you whisper while rolling over and practically letting all your body weight on your boyfriend laying next to you.

"me too", he sighs, tackling your body to his side of the bed and holding you close.

but the next thing you know is that you have your boyfriends blue and white hoodie on, standing in the middle of a random aisle in the 24/7 supermarket. you watch jungwon surf through the different snacks showcased in the aisle, and no matter how much he would compliment a different snack he would still buy the same chocolate strawberries.

"so what are we here for again?", sighing, you stand next to jungwon as he carefully reads the ingredients on the back of a cookie box, which you don't think will eventually make it's way to the empty shopping basket.

"weren't we bored? plus we can't sleep", jungwon mumbles and surprises you as he tosses the vanilla cookie box into the shopping basket.

"woah", your mouth forms an 'o' shape along with your eyebrows moving up, "what happed to the regular chocolate strawberries?"

"well i guess it's time for a change!", jungwon puts on a smug smile, knowing you despise vanilla cookies. but you are no better. you nod your head and your hands find their way to the mint chocolate ice cream box soon enough, "if you want vanilla cookies then i want mint choco."

"oh that's not happening", jungwon rolls his eyes, chasing after you down the aisle. "if you don't want it to happen then put down the cookies!", you give back an even meaner eye roll.

the supermarket total had six people inside it, including half asleep cashier and a punk teenager trio. they watched you enter and now they stood watching you both bickering, with jungwon insisting on the getting the cookies and you not letting go of the mint chocolate tub.

but at the end the basket is indeed carrying the chocolate strawberries to the counter, with your scowls turned into happy, content faces and bodies clinging to each other in the cold night.

riki (니시무라니키) 、 you have been urging riki for as long as forever, to go on a painting date in one of those aesthetic eat and draw cafés.

but our guy riki is efficient. he agrees yes, but on a random thursday. at quater to 1 am. in your house. on the already messy floor. instead of preparing for your final terms next weeks, you are busy painting each other in the most hilarious way possible.

"this is gonna be the bestest portrait of you, ever", riki chortles as he gathers his knees upto his chest, hiding his canvas behind them.

"uhh nobody has ever drawn a portrait of me?"

"that's why i'm the best boyfriend", he says proudly.

you already know what's going on on his canvas. last time he drew you, you could hardly recognize yourself except your outfit. you expect quite the same outcome for this time as well.

"ta-daaa~", riki finally reveals his long awaited portrait of you. you giggle at it and crawl your way to sit beside him. this one melts your heart, on the canvas riki doodled you and all your favourite stuff— from sanrio characters to ramen bowls, cats, skirts, coffee cups to even a small nishimura riki at the corner. he chirps, "how is it?"

you reply to him by pressing a kiss to his cheeks, watching them turn redder by the second. "cutest thing ever", you mumble, resting your head on his shoulders.

riki ruffles your hair and presses his cheek on top of your head.

but of course, this beautiful moment had to be ruined because you can't catch a breathe. your phone rings with a notification beside you and when you take a look at it, your back is straightened and a scowl takes upon your face.

"really now?! they preponded the exam!"

"o-oh no baby when is it?", a worried riki asks.

"tomorrow is my calculus paper!"

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requiemforthepoets · 7 months ago

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en garde! 𖦹 CL16

PAIRINGS: charles leclerc x fencer!leclerc!reader , f1 grid x fencer!leclerc!reader

SUMMARY: charles had been asking you to teach him fencing, and you finally did.

REMINDERS: this is purely fiction, the way how the character is portrayed in my story does not reflect the person that is portraying my character in real life. always separate fiction from reality, and do not repost or copy my work in any way.

WARNINGS: smau mixed with narrations, inconsistent photos, typos, not proofread, cursing, no use of y/n on the narrations, poorly google translated italian, and all photos are taken from pinterest

FACE CLAIMS: all from pinterest

WORD COUNT: 4.5k

AUTHOR’S NOTE: it’s been a long time since i added a new fic to my leclerc!sister series, so here it is hehe sorry, i’ve yapped a LOT about fencing on the narration part, so pls forgive me 😭 i hope i didn’t bore you a lot with fencing stuff 😭 i’m also accepting request for this series (i’m running out on ideas lmao 🥲) but i hope that you’ll enjoy this one!

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MONACO

The sound of clashing blades echoed through the halls of the Club d’Escrime, a backdrop to your training session with Marco, your Italian coach. Fully suited in your white fencing uniform, mask tucked under your arm, you watched the double doors open, revealing your brother, Charles and his videographer, Antoine. The latter already had his camera rolling, and Charles, in his usual casual style—jeans, a dark hoodie, and white sneakers, looking like he had just stepped off a magazine cover.

“Finally!” You said, walking towards them with a smile. “Thought you’d never make it.”

Charles chuckled, spreading his arms in mock exasperation. “Don’t start! You’re the one who’s always impossible to catch. What is it this week? Tokyo? Budapest?”

“Home, for once,” you replied with a laugh, gesturing around the salle. “But that’s rare, as you know.”

“The place is very stunning,” Charles said, as he marveled the interior of the salle. “So this is where gold medals are made?” He teased.

“Something like that,” you replied, your voice light with pride. “Though Marco here deserves half the credit.”

“Ah, Charles! Finalmente ci incontriamo,” Marco greeted, shaking Charles’ hand firmly. His thick Italian accent added a charm to his words. “Your sister talks about you a lot.”

“È un piacere finalmente conoscerti. Lei non parla mai di me quando vinco, però.” He joked, shooting a playful look your way.

“Not true, and you know it.” You rolled your eyes at the comment.

Marco laughed, patting Charles on the shoulder. “Well today, we’ll see if athletic talent runs in the family, sì?”

“Okay, so here we are at the Club d’Escrime in Monaco. This is where my sister trains—when she’s not winning Olympic gold, of course,” he said grinning at you and turning towards the camera.

“We’ve been planning this fencing lesson for many months now, but with her busy training schedule and my racing calendar, it’s been almost impossible to find a day that worked for both of us. So finally, today is the day!” Charles added.

“Did you mention how excited you’ve been?” You quipped, folding your arms.

Charles smirked. “I may have. But, let’s be honest, you’re probably more nervous than I am.”

“Nervous?” You scoffed. “Why would I be nervous? You’re the one holding a weapon for the first time.”

“Ah, but I’ve seen the movies,” he countered, mimicking a clumsy lunge. “How hard can it be?”

You laughed at his theatrics, shaking your head. “We’ll see how long that confidence lasts when Marco puts you through the warm-up.”

“Speaking of which,” Marco interjected, “shall we start soon? Time is short, and I want to see if he can last more than five minutes.”

“You’re in for a workout.” You teased and smiled.

Charles gave an exaggerated sigh but could not hide his amusement. “Great. I love being underestimated.”

“You’re about to learn that fencing isn't as easy as people make it look on TV.” You smiled at the camera.

“Or tiktok.” Charles quipped, earning a chuckle from Marco.

You gestured towards the piste. “Alright, let’s get you geared up. I don’t want to hear any excuses later.”

Once Charles was all suited up, he stepped onto the piste, fully suited in his borrowed fencing gear, and you couldn’t help but pause. There was something striking about the way the jacket, breeches, and long socks suited him. The silver sheen of the lamé, a metallic vest worn over the jacket for scoring, added an almost regal touch. You smirked as you took in the sight of your brother adjusting his gloves.

“Oh my god. I’ve never looked so good.” Charles said as he came out all suited up.

“Would you look at that,” you began, folding your arms. “Hate to admit it, but you look good. Maybe too good.”

Charles glanced up, clearly amused. “Oh? Surprised your brother cleans up well?”

“I’m just saying, if this racing thing doesn’t work out, you might have a future as a fencer. Imagine, Charles Leclerc, Olympic Champion.” You gave him an exaggerated once-over. “The gear suits you.”

“I mean, I do look the part.” He smiled, striking a mock fencing pose, which was more comedic than impressive.

“You do,” you admitted with a laugh. “But let’s see if you can move like a fencer before you start planning your second career.”

“Basta con i complimenti. Time for the warm-up! No excuses later when your legs start complaining.” Marco smiled.

Charles groaned playfully, shooting you a mock glare. “Leg day already gets me in the gym. Don’t let him overdo it.”

“Stop whining,” you teased, motioning for him to follow Marco. “You’ll thank him when you’re not limping tomorrow.”

“We begin easy,” he said, demonstrating a forward bend. “Touch your toes, Charles. Keep your legs straight.”

“Easy for you to say,” he muttered, glancing at Marco, who was effortlessly folding himself in half.

“Come on, Charlie. You can’t lose to a guy twenty years older than you.” You chuckled from the sidelines, standing near Antoine, who was filming the entire thing.

“Thanks for the encouragement,” Charles quipped, finally managing to graze his toes. “I see you’re enjoying this too much.”

“I am.” You admitted, voice light with laughter.

Next were lunges, which Charles did with ease, his form surprisingly precise. “Now these, I can handle. We do this in the gym all the time.”

“Good. Now arm extensions, long and controlled. Think of reaching for the target.” Charles mirrored Marco’s movements, extending his arms fluidly.

You couldn’t resist teasing, “not bad, Charles. Maybe you’re a natural after all.”

“Maybe I am,” he replied, smirking. “See? I’ve got this.”

“Next is jumping jacks,” Marco interrupted, clearly amused by your banter.

Charles transitioned smoothly into the exercise, his movements energetic and practiced. As he worked through the routine, Charles suddenly turned to you, his tone curious.

“Why don’t we ever train together? Seems like it could be fun.” Charles glanced at you.

“Because you’d complain the whole time.” You laughed, shaking your head.

“Hey, I don’t complain that much.” He argued, clearly offended.

You just laughed at him, waving a hand dismissively. “Fencing is my thing, Charlie. I need to focus when I’m training, it’s not all fun and games.”

“And today isn’t serious?” Charles raised a brow, pausing mid-jumping jack.

“Not really,” you admitted with a shrug. “Today’s more about proving to you that fencing isn’t as easy as it looks.”

“Good luck with that,” he said, clearly amused. “You forget who you’re talking to.”

“Charles,” Marco interjected, a mischievous glint in his eye, “your sister has a gold medal, she might surprise you.”

“I don’t doubt that,” he said sincerely, before his grin returned. “But I’m still confident I can keep up.”

“That’s the spirit!” You smiled.

”The floor is yours, campionessa.” Marco smiled as he stepped back, and gestured for you to take over.

“Alright,” you turned to Charles. “Let’s start with the basics. This is going to be your crash course in fencing, everything you need to know before you touch the blade.”

Antoine, still filming, zoomed in on Charles’ face as he nodded, looking serious. “I’m ready, let’s hear it.”

“Fencing is one of the oldest sports in the world. It dates back centuries, originally used in dueling and combat training, but over time, it became more of a sport.” You explained. “In fact, fencing has been part of the Olympics since the very first modern games in 1896.”

“1896?” Charles repeated, very intrigued. “So, it’s been around forever.”

“Pretty much,” you confirmed with a smile. “Since then, it’s evolved into three distinct disciplines—foil, sabre, and epee. Each had different rules, strategies, and weapons. That’s what makes fencing so fascinating, you’re not just swinging a sword around. It’s a mind game as much as a physical one, that’s why some call it physical chess.”

Charles tilted his head, clearly interested. “What’s the difference between the three?”

“Come on, let me show you guys.” You walked over to a nearby rack, where several swords were neatly displayed, each one gleaming under the salle’s lights.

“This is a foil.” You picked up a foil, you held it up for him and the viewers to see. “It is the lightest of the three weapons, weighing about 500 grams, and the one I use. Foil fencing focuses on precision and technique, the target area is only the torso, and points are scored with the tip of the blade.”

Charles reached out, and you handed him the foil. He tested the weight of the blade, lifting and lowering it.

“It’s lighter than I thought.” He admitted, giving it a small swing.

“Foils are meant for agility and speed,” you explained. You then picked up a sabre, slightly heavier with a distinct curved guard. “This is a sabre. It’s a bit heavier, and the rules are very different. In sabre, you can score with the edge of the blade, not just the tip, and target area is the upper body—above the waist, including arms and head.”

“Sounds aggressive,” Charles remarked, running his hand along the blade’s flat edge.

“Oh, it is,” you chuckled. “Sabre is all about speed and attack. It’s fast-paced, almost like a sprint compared to foil’s more calculated, chess-like style.”

“And the last one?” Charles asked, pointing to the remaining weapon.

“This is the epee,” you said as you picked up the epee, handing it to him. “It’s the heaviest of the three, about 775 grams, and the target area is the entire body, head to toe. But in epee, there’s no right of way, whoever hits first, scores.”

Charles tested the epee in his grip, nodding thoughtfully. “So it’s more…straightforward?”

“In a way, yes,” you said, setting the sabre and foil back on the rack. “But it can also lead to longer matches since there’s no restriction on who can attack when, you need all the patience you can get when playing epee.”

The camera panned as you gestured for Charles to follow you back to the piste. “Now, let’s talk about the rules. In foil, which is what we’ll be learning today, the target area is just the torso. No arms, legs, and head. If you hit anywhere else, it doesn’t count.”

“Got it,” Charles said. “What about the scoring?”

“In foil, we use something called right of way. It means that the fencer who initiates the attack has priority. If the other fencer wants to score, they have to defend or parry first, and then counterattack.”

You picked up a foil and demonstrated, lunging forward in a quick, fluid motion. “For example, if I attack you like this, you can’t just hit me back. You’d need to block my blade first.”

“So, it’s not just about being faster, it’s about timing.” Charles frowned slightly, absorbing the information.

“Yup,” you said, impressed. “It’s about strategy and reading your opponent’s moves. Now, there are also some practical rules. The piste, the one we are standing on right now, is 14 meters long and 1.5 to 2 meters wide. If you step off, you lose ground or even a point, and you can’t use your off-hand to block, and obviously, no overly aggressive moves like charging into your opponent.”

Charles raised a brow. “No tackling allowed? Shame.”

“Not unless you want to get a penalty.” You laughed, shaking your head. “Lastly, to win a match, you have to reach a predetermined number of points, usually 15, or have the highest score by the end of the time limit.”

“Okay, I’ll give you a quick demonstration of how right of way works in a tournament.” You gestured for Marco to join you, and he grabbed another foil, stepping into position, as Antoine adjusted his camera as you stepped back onto the piste.

“Watch closely,” you instructed as you and Marco faced off. “Marco will attack, and I’ll defend and counter.”

Marco lunged forward with a smooth attack, and you parried, your blades clashing with a satisfying ring before you swiftly riposted, your blade landing lightly on his torso.

Turning to Charles, you explained. “Since I defended first and then countered, I get the point. Make sense?”

Charles nodded slowly, his brows furrowed in thought. “So, if I just swing wildly, it’s useless unless I have priority.”

“Yes,” you said smiling. “Fencing isn’t about brute force, it’s about control, precision, and strategy.”

“This all felt like a masterclass,” Charles chuckled. “This is very incredible stuff.”

Once Charles had a solid grasp of the basic rules and ths purpose of fencing, you decided it was time to get into the technical aspects.

“Alrighty,” you began, pacing in front of him, foil in hand. “Before you can start attacking, you need to learn how to defend yourself. So, let’s talk about parrying.”

“There are four primary parries in fencing, and each one is important for blocking and setting yourself up for a counterattack.” You added.

Charles nodded, gripping the foil in his hand as if ready to jump in. “Alright, I’m listening. Hit me with it.”

“Not literally,” you teased, pointing your foil at him briefly before continuing. “First is parry four. This is your standard parry, used to block attacks aimed at your torso. You bring the blade across your body like this.”

You demonstrated, twisting your wrist and angling your blade so that the imaginary opponent’s strike would be deflected away. Charles mimicked the movement, though his hand was stiff, and his blade angle slightly off.

You leaned in, using the tip of your foil to adjust his blade position. “Loosen your wrist a bit, it’s all about control, not brute strength. The goal is to guide their blade away, not smack it out of their hands.”

“Okay, okay. Got it.” Charles said, trying again. This time, his movement was smoother.

“Better,” you said, stepping back. “Next is parry six. The one is similar to parry four, but instead of protecting the inside of your body, it covers the outside. Like this.” You executed the parry with ease, your blade moving in a fluid arc.

Charles tried to copy the movement, his blade wobbling slightly as he adjusted his wrist.

“Close,” you said, stepping closer. “But watch your wrist, it needs to stay firm, or you’ll lose control of your blade.” You tapped the back of his hand with your foil, and he adjusted accordingly.

“Parry eight is for low attacks to the outside of your body.” You continued, moving on, and crouching slightly, angling your blade downward to demonstrate. “This one is a little tricky because it requires good reflexes. You’re aiming to protect your lower torso and legs.” Charles gave it a go, though his stance was a bit too wide.

“Too much space,” you said, tapping his knee lightly with your blade. “Keep your movements controlled. The smaller the motion, the quicker you can recover.”

“This is harder than it looks.” Charles exhaled, looking at the camera as he adjusted his stance.

“That’s fencing for you,” you said with a grin. “Last one, parry seven. This one is similar to parry eight, but it protects the inside of your body instead of the ourside.”

You demonstrated the motion, and Charles followed suit, this time managing a relatively smooth movement.

“Good,” you said, stepping back. “Now, key things to remember when parrying—keep your blade pointed at your opponent at all times. It’s not just about blocking, it’s about setting yourself up for a counterattack. As soon as you’ve parried, you need to riposte, counterattack, immediately. If you wait too long, you’ll lose your advantage.”

Marco stepped forward, foil in hand, and you turned to Charles. “I’ll show you how it’s done.”

You squared off with Marco, and as he lunged forward with a mock attack, you parried effortlessly, your blade gliding against his and redirecting it away. In the same motion, you extended your arm, blade tip landing lightly on Marco’s torso.

“See how quick that was?” You said, turning to Charles. “It’s a fluid motion—parry and riposte, all in one go. No wasted movements.”

Charles nodded, his brows furrowed in concentration. “Alright, let me try.”

You stepped aside, letting Marco face Charles. As Marco slowly lunged, Charles attempted a parry, though his movement was slightly delayed, and his riposte lacked precision.

“Not bad,” you said encouragingly. “But don’t overthink it. The more natural it feels, the faster you’ll be.”

“Okay, let’s talk about stance,” you said, planting your feet firmly on the piste. “Your stance is your foundation, if it’s wrong, everything else falls apart.”

You demonstrated, keeping your feet shoulder-width apart, one foot pointing forward and the other at a slight angle.

“Your dominant hand is the one holding the foil. The non-dominant hand stays behind you, raised slightly for balance. So, which hand are you using?” You asked.

“Right.” Charles said, switching the foil to his dominant hand.

“Good,” you said. “Now, copy my stance.”

Charles mirrored your position, though his back foot was slightly out of place.

“Close, but—” you tapoed his leg lightly with your foil. “Your back foot needs to be at an angle, like this. Don’t forget to bend your knees slightly. You need to stay low for balance and quick movement.”

“Not bad,” you said, nodding approvingly when Charles adjusted his stance. “Now let’s work on movement. When you’re in your stance, you need to be able to move forward, backward, and side-to-side quickly withou losing your balance.”

You demonstrated, gliding forward and backward with small, controlled steps. “Notice how my feet stay the same distance apart, no matter where I go. That keeps me balanced and ready to attack or defend.”

Charles followed your lead, though his movements were a bit stiff.

“Relax,” you said, smiling. “You’re not marching in the military. It’s more like a dance, fluid and controlled.” He tried again, this time loosening up slightly.

“Better,” you said. “Now let’s add a lunge, the lunge is your main attacking move. From your stance, you push off your back leg and extend your front leg forward, like this.” You demonstrated, your movement smooth and precise. Charles attempted the motion, but his lunge was too short.

“Bigger step,” you said, tapping his front leg with your foil. “You want fo cover as much ground as possjble without overextending.” After a few tries, he managed a decent lunge.

“Not bad,” you said, stepping back. “You’re getting there. Now, let’s put it all together—stance, movement, parries, and lunges. You ready?”

Charles grinned, gripping his foil. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Alright,” you said, picking up the body cord, “before we start, we need to get you all hooked up.”

Charles tilted his head, examining the cord. “What’s that for?”

“This is a body cord,” you explained, stepping closer to attach it to his fencing jacket. “It connects your weapon to the scoring system. When you land a valid touch, the electrical circuit completes, and the scoreboard registers the point.”

“So no sneaky hits?” He joked, watching closely as you secured it to his back and guided it through the sleeves of his jacket to attach to the foil.

“Not unless you want the referee to see it light up,” you quipped, making sure everything was in place before handing him a fencing mask. “Here, put this on.”

“For this first round, we’re keeping it simple, call it a trial run,” you said, rolling your shoulders and flexing your foil. “Marco will referee and keep things light. Just focus on getting comfortable.”

“Got it. Don’t go easy on me, though.” Charles raised his foil slightly, his excitement evident in his stance.

You laughed. “Trut me, Charles, I won’t.”

Marco stepped onto the side of the piste, holding a referee’s clicked in one hand. “Alright, trial run. I’ll call the touches. En garde!”

You and Charles took your positions at opposite ends of the piste, foils raised in salite before dropping into the en garde stance.

“Prêt? Allez!” Marco called, signaling the start of the bout.

Charles moved hesitant at first, testing his footing as he advanced. You let him come forward, observing his movements.

“Don’t forget your stance,” you reminded him, stepping back slightly. “Stay balanced.”

He nodded, adjusting his feet, and made a tentative lunge. Charles’ foil grazed your blade, missing the target area entirely.

“Close,” you said, countering with a light touch to his torso. Marco raised his hand. “Touch!”

Charles shook his head, laughing. “Okay, that was fast. Was that even one second?”

“Welcome to fencing,” you said with a grin. “It’s all about timing. Relax, though you’re doing fine.”

As the trial run continued, Charles began finding his rhythm. He landed his first touch on your shoulder, earing a quick ‘touch!’ from Marco.

“How does it feel?” You asked, stepping back for a brief pause.

Charles grinned under his mask. “Not bad! Are you nervous yet?”

“Me? Nervous?” You teased. “Cute. Let’s see how you handle the next round round.”

The second round began, and Charles was much more deliberate in his movements. He used the parries you had taught him, successfully blocking two of your attacks and landing another touch on your shoulder.

“Not bad, Lord Perceval,” you said, nodding as you reset your stance. “You’re learning quickly.”

“Of course,” he replied, his voice light with mock arrogance. “I’m a Leclerc. We adapt fast.”

By the end of the round, Marco called for a pause. “Alright, let’s use the scoreboard for the next one.”

“See this?” Marco said, pointing to the display. “Every valid touch will light up here with a beep. First to fifteen points wins.”

Charles noticed the screen, which displayed yor names, complete with small Monaco flags next to them.

“Wait, you personalized it?” He asked, laughing. “Now I feel like I’m in the Olympics.”

“Of course,” you said with a grin. “Nothing but the best for my big brother.”

Charles chuckled, lifting his foil again. As you adjusted your own, you bent the blade slightly, an action that caught his attention.

“Why are you doing that?” He asked.

“It’s something all fencers do,” you explained, holding the blade up for him to see. “Foils are flexible, and bending them ensures they’re in good condition and won’t snap. It also helps make the touches more accurate and less painful.”

“Huh,” Charles said, mimicking the motion with his own foil. “Interesting.”

“Alright, this is it,” you said, lowering your mask. “First to fifteen.”

Marco raised his hand. “En garde! Prêt? Allez!”

The boug began, and Charles quickly demonstrated his growing confidence. He moved fluidly, landing a few clean touches on your torso and arm. You could see his competitiveness kicking in, and you responded with sharper attacks, forcing him to parry and riposte.

Halfway through, the score was tied at 7-7, and the beeping sound of the scoreboard filled the room with each touch.

“You’re doing great.” You said during a brief pause.

“Thanks,” Charles replied, panting slightly. “But I’m not letting you win.”

“Good,” you said, resetting your stance. “Because I’m not letting you win, either.”

The intensity ramped up in the final stretch. Charles managed to land three more touches, bringing his total to ten, but you quickly countered with a series of precise attacks, pushing your score to fifteen.

Marco raised his hand as the final beep sounded. “Touché! Match for her—15 to 10!”

“Lifting your mask, you grinned at Charles, who pulled off his own mask, shaking his head in disbelief.

“That was incredible,” he said, still catching his breath. “I actually thought I had you for a moment there.”

“Well fought, champ! Ten points is impressive for a first timer, you did really great.” You said, resting your foil on your shoulder. “But I told you, fencing isn’t easy as it looks.”

Charles laughed, running a hand through his sweaty hair. “Yeah, no kidding. I think I’ll stick to racing.”

Marco, who had been observing with a smile, stepped in. “You were actually good for a beginner. You’re a fast learner, Charles. I’ve work with a lot of first-timers, and not many can pick up that quickly.”

“That’s true,” you chimed in nodding. “You were way better than I expected. Usually, people take ages to figure out how to lunge properly or keep their stance balanced.”

Charles’ grin widened. “Well, what can I say? It’s in my blood to be competitive.”

Marco laughed, clapping Charles on the shoulder. “You should come by more often during her trainings. You’d make a good parry partner.”

“Oh stop feeding his ego,” you said, rolling your eyes playfully. “It’s already huge.”

Charles gave a mock bow. “Keep it coming, Marco. I’m soaking it all in.”

Marco just smiled as the camera zoomed in on you both as he continued. “Not, really, Charles. If you’re free diring off-season, you should consider it. You’d give her a good challenge, and it would keep her on her toes.”

“Hmm…” Charles leaned on his foil again, pretending to consider the offer. “Fencing during off-season. I might actually think about that.”

You laughed. “Sure, if you can handle beaten every time.”

“Bold words. But we’ll see.” Charles grinned. “So, what’s next for you? You’ve already won the Olympics. Where do you go from here?”

“Next up is the Fencing World Cup. It’s coming up in a few months, so I’m focused on preparing for that.” You smiled, feeling the excitement bubbling inside of you.

Charles nodded. “If people want fo follow your journey, where can they find you?”

“Everywhere.” You said with a laugh, then added, “but seriously, you guys can follow me on my social media. If you are curious about up coming tournaments, you can check out Team Monaco’s offical instagram. They post all of the updates there.”

Charles turned to the camera. “There you have it, guys.” He then faced you and Marco. “I just want to say thank you, for real. I know your schedules are crazy, and you took time to teach me something completely out of my comfort zone. I really had fun.”

“You’re welcome here anytime, Charles.” Marco smiled warmly. “You’re a natural. Who knows? Maybe one day, you’ll be on the piste at a tournament.”

Charles laughed, shaking his head. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, but I appreciate the vote of confidence.”

“You did great today,” you grinned, nudging him lightly with your elbow. “Who knows? Maybe we’ll see you fencing for Monaco one day.”

Charles smiled. “Only if you promise not to embarrass me in front of everyone.”

“No promises.” You teased.

Marco gestured toward the camera. “Alright, shall we wrap this up?”

You, Charles, and Marco all faced the lens. “Thanks for watching!” You said with a wave. “Remember, fencing is cooler than you think.”

“And harder than it looks!” Charles added. “Thank you both for taking the time to teach me, I had a blast today. It’s always fun learning new things.”

“Of course, Charlie!” You replied warmly. “We’ll be waiting for your next fencing session.”

“You’re always welcome, Charles.” Marco smiled. “Just don’t take too long to return, alright? We might have to recruit you into the team at this rate!”

All of you laughed as you said your goodbyes, and with that, the video came to a close, screen fading into black.

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pearlsvie · 4 months ago

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there aren't many things i wouldn't let him do to me, honestly

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pmeri · 10 days ago

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Hi! I'm also an sbg writer and I'm looking for some new moots and all that. So like who is you favorite SBG character, Aiden? And why? What's your favorite SBG ship if you have one?

I'll go first! My favorite character is Logan Fields I just like nerds and well he has good character development from being a shy nervous wreck to an ass kicking sassy boy. Second my favorite ship is probably Taylor x Ben they just fit together to well.

( author's note: i am gonna crash out because i wrote a 500+ words reply and it got lost because my mom told me to call my sister and the moment i got back from it MY REPLY WAS GONE. TUMBLR IS MY ENEMY. )

hi !! welcome to my blog !! seeing you in my inbox made me so happy, and i am so glad that we are moots !! i love your fics / writing style, and i hope you are having an amazing day !! 𖹭

( author's note: sorry for the late reply, my digitals were taken away from me ): i only saw this just now )

— starting with the first question !!

YES, MY FAV IS AIDEN !! and really, thank you so much for asking this question. i LOVE ranting about my boy !! prepare for oversharing & yapping session !!

( spoilers : i got embarrassed halfway )

reasons to love aiden clark , pomeri's edition :

he reminds me a lot of myself — he is someone quiet inside & loud outside , someone who would not prefer to be alone but would not blame anyone if he were to left alone either , and if i were to describe him i would go with "the feeling you get when you walk back home / wait at the bus stop alone in the middle of the night whereas in the daytime you met with people unwillingly and laughed a lot with them to the point you even made yourself believe you had fun at that moment ; only to feel the emptiness of it when you are left alone." melancholic and verrryyy depressing. literally me last year, lmao

his character development — in my opinion his character development is mostly resolving around 'love' ; his way of learning how to love people or himself, how to show his love to people or himself, how to accept love from people or himself and finally — learning to love life itself. very very very touching when i think about it, HE IS MY SHAYLA.

he is someone i want in my life — i will not go into details 😖😖 ( i actually did go into details in my first reply but my mind is not minding so i feel like i might say things that do not make any sense. ) BUT I MEAN WHO DOES NOT NEED AN AIDEN CLARK IN THEIR LIFE COME ONNNN !!

the list obviously goes on — but i feel rather embarrassed when i talk too much, so let's finish it with;

+ many more.

— second question !!

i am a multi shipper ! BUT BENLOR IS ONE OF MY FAVS !! their dynamic and scenes are absolutely so cute and beautifully portrayed !! i am looking forward to their relationship's development 100% 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

— extra : thoughts about logan fields !!

I SEE YOU. TASTE. PEAK TASTE.

logan is someone who IS STILL HAVING LOTS OF CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT. his character also has lots of depth to it — it is the way he learned how to stand up for himself for me !! like YESS THAT IS MY BOY !! POP OFFFFF !! also, sassy logan is SO underrated KEDJWKJDJD

and the moment red dropped the bomb about his grandparents ?? hello ?? absolute cinema.

i am waiting for his ( also aiden's, can not leave my boy out of anything ) backstory to be completely revealed 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ s3 will be AWESOME. MARK MY WORDS WE WILL GET THOSE BACKSTORIES. WE WILL. 777. MANIFESTING. ( red pls pls pls )

again, thank you for this ask because it genuinely made my day 🤍 hoping to interact with you more in the future !! take care 𖹭

#⠀𖦹⠀yapping session #⠀𖦹⠀interactions : logan-fields-official #please do not mind the typos / grammatical errors if there is any #wrote this so quick because i was devastated after losing my first reply </3

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pearlsvie · 5 months ago

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WHY I ONLY LISTENED TO BASIC BEING BASIC TODAY??? IT'S SO GOOD BYEE

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bluegumballmf · 7 months ago

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Quick ivory twins headcanon edit

Ramble about their headcanons below:

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SECTION ONE: YUGO⋆｡𖦹°‧★

i headcanon yugo to be a lightskin (adamai is a black albino girl) and he has curly hair, but he puts it in braids/ dreads around season 3. He’s cisgender (he/they) and bisexual, as well as polyromantic . He has central heterochromia that develops once phaeris unlocks his powers in the crimson claws archipelago as a side effect of an overwhelm of wakfu, and he has a lot of freckles from being outside so often. Yugo’s allergic to lemon grass and dust, and when he gets an allergic reaction, his wings flare up, and singe his hat, which he sometimes has to repair, so he learns how to sew when young. An example of his hair styles will be below.

(Season one and two)

(Manga-season four part one. Chibi, grougal and alibert helped/made him the accessories)

(Season 4 and onward)

some of yugo’s style influences are like. I dont even know how to describe them honestly, it’s a blend between casual and comfy/ fantasy and like. Formal????

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SECTION TWO: ADAMAÏ𓆉°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Adamai’s changes are so drastic because i want him to look more like his mom; thus he has her markings. I headcanon him as a water/ice dragon, and as a trans woman (she/he). Adamai is allergic to lemongrass as well, and she also has heterochromia, but only in her human form, in which it’s sectoral heterochromia and split between blue and brown. She’s capable of using stasis, but prefers to use wakfu or brute force, and she secretly likes baking more than cooking because yugo is more gifted in the latter. Her pigmentation changes with the environment/season she’s in, going from blonde or darker blue to silver/platinum blonde or lighter blues come winter or snow. In her human form, i headcanon her to be a black albino, and she dies the ends of her hair blue, because she thinks it’s pretty.

some examples of her hair (hair color will be separate) below

(Season 1-2. Not dyed yet)

(Mangas to season 4. Chibi, grougal and alibert helped her with the accessories and she switches them out sometimes with others that she’s been gifted from oropo or others.)

an alternate design for her hair is to be curly and natural but pulled into a bun, like how i normally draw her.

here’s an estimate of her hair dye color.

Her draconic scent is that of blueberries and lemons, as well as the ocean breeze, and she loves collecting seashells, sea glass, anything like that. She’s very tropical, and dresses in a light, island-like style, which is flowy for easier movement. (Examples below)

I dont have an isolated design for her dragon form yet, so these two (the one above and the one below) are what i have so far.

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but uh yeah yap session over can you tell which twin i like more

#wakfu #wakfu adamai #Wakfu yugo #yugo #adamai #adamai headcanon #yugo the eliatrope #my rambles #wakfu fanart #islands of wakfu #dofus #i guess #All the art used in this post that ISNT of adamai and yugo is not mine #Black headcanon #Trans headcanon #wakfu season 4

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pearlsvie · 5 months ago

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MY SHAYLAAA!! you deserve it and so much more! you're gonna go far, babie <3

ꢾ 1.6K ︎ LOVELY ︎ MESSAGE ♡ !!

⠀ from ﹫ my heart to ﹫ my dear followers and moots.

first of all: thank you so much! i kinda didn't think that one day i'd have so many followers and mutuals here, y’know? i mean, people who really like me and follow me. this still feels a little odd to me to this day, but i'm not complaining about it, i don't think i've ever felt so welcomed, seen and validated in a place as i do here, so i just have to thank you.

i met incredible people here even with the language barrier, friendships that i truly want to keep for life and kind people that i am, absurdly, happy to meet. if we're mutuals, you can be sure that you're already a dear person to me and i'll always be right here if you need me. ♡ also, here's a little list of mutuals i'd like to personally thank, both for being by my side all this time and for being a great inspiration to me since then:

𖹭 @eepwtf @voidsuites @bnecaz @mportality @g0th4m @soaraes @userhotd @faistology @notingsnew @turnerrst @bluestrd @s0ftcobra @castiwls @deansbeer @dearapril @carpenfaist @heavnly-snt @piedrita-azul @sweetpupii @ryvkkr @artyandink @popcorntales @inspiredangel @dollishvie @dulcescorderitas @natashasluvrrr @cherrygirlfriend @chapqellroan @b4tlvrs thank you for supporting me! ❤️‍🩹

#. ⚝ faiszt .ᐟ 𖹭 .#. ⋆ yapping sessions 𖦹 ｡#. 𓏲 ﹒lovies﹒✿

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bbettygroff · 28 days ago

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✦ intro ✦

⠀:¨ ·.· ¨:⠀

⠀ `· . simon 〃 finnegan ❄

𓉸 HE ⌑ HIM ✚ TRANSMAN ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ)

៸៸៸ bisexual 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 💎

꒰ dyacalculia ♡ S.A.D ♡ memory loss ꒱

ㅤ𓏴 multishipper ⊹ artist ⊹ born: sep 26th

━╋ dni: 𓆩♱𓆪 proship, maga, zionists, MSI defenders, mm defenders, basic dni

𓏴 multishipper ✚ simon petrikov kinnie ┆ art tag is #simon's doodles ┆ yap tag is #simon's yap sessions !

⋆. 𐙚 ˚fandoms 𖦹 🪲 𖦹

𖦹 adventure time / f&c

𖦹 regretevator

𖦹 mlp

𖦹 cookie run kingdom

𖦹 spooky month

( and more that i 4got (lll⚆ᗜ⚆) )

⋆·˚ ༘ * socials / other platforms u can find me !

pin ; @ 𖦹 bbettygroff ( mostly I post pfp & meme stuff there )

ytube ; @ 𖦹 fforgetmen0tss ( I may post animations and other videos there someday, )

insta ; @ 𖦹 f0rgetmen0tss ( partially active, I post art there and it's where u can dm me , )

tiktok ; @ 𖦹 forgetfulmoonnerd ( where I'm most active, post-wise and with talks & updates and such )

#simon's intro #digital artist

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rockstarhaechan · 5 months ago

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｡˚ 𖦹 SELLING MY MUTUALS

saw @polarisjisung do it and it seemed fun so i’m hopping on the game!

@babbymochiiii

!Pros!

- will yap about everything with you

-almost immediately replies

- tiktok spams at the finest (knows exactly what type of video you’re craving)

-most amazing person you could possibly think about

!CONS!

-not for the girls….

-laughs in inappropriate situations

-supports your delusions more than someone should

-time zone is a big problem

-thirst traps.

?COST? - dinner with choi taeyang, and maybe an nda.

@johnnysuhbmarine

!PROS!

-feeds your delusions better than anything else

-will have you kicking your feet and blush

-hypes you up in any situation

-you’ll get the pretty, clever & funny pack in one

!CONS!

-randomly dips sometimes

-time zone again…

-makes me wanna fight intak

?COST? signed album, needs to be theo, jongseob or intak at least!!!!

@diorcities

!PROS!

-best haechan stan

-writes stuff that makes you drop on your knees

-will also feed your delusions

-random compliments

!CONS!

-will steal haechan from you.

-don’t know what a send button is sometimes

-yap sessions result into either one not replying

?COST? entire haechan pc collection

@neosexuals

!PROS!

-will bark/meow for you

-always will hype you up

-random yap sessions

-makes u blush

!CONS!

-doesn’t know how to use a keyboard on the phone

-will probably fall for u

?COST? anything choi taeyang related atp…. even a piece of hair is okay…

@ohmytyong

!PROS!

-such a sweet and nice soul, makes me wanna cry

-will be as delusional as you are and hype u up for it

-gives you great opinions and good ideas

!CONS!

-forgets to meet up with u

-randomly dips for days

-comes back like nothing happened

?COST? a meeting with chenle so i can fight him

@fullsunstrawberry

!PROS!

-will be with you till the end of times

-will make u wanna bxoandidbsi

-plays imessage games with u

-amazing person

!CONS!

-also forgets how to text

-you will fall, fall deep.

-funnier than me.

?COST? want my sanity back

this is just for fun, i wouldn’t sell my moots for anything (if theo is involved hmu….) IM JOKING, well maybe not? ;-;

#anns moots #anns pookies #rockstarhaechan

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urfavluvergirl · 1 month ago

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What I would’ve done - all of the girls you loved before au

AU masterlist - you can find other stuff under #🪼opheliajones

Ryan lets his mouth slip.

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so, this ones really steamy, I'm so sorry 😭, genuinely have no clue what possessed me to make this. Also I know this is a longer fic like piece but I'm gonna classify this as a blurb just because it's not really that important to the story.

wc: 1.1k

things to look out for: mentions of sex, swearing

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

The days slowly got shorter and shorter, and the weather had a distinct Boston bite to it.

It was only a couple days out from Thanksgiving break, and Ophelia was starting to get restless.

At first there were midterms, which kind of freaked her out a little since it was nothing like high school. It called for long late night study sessions, and at most 4 hours of sleep.

But there was one positive that came out of it: Ryan.

Ryan was also very serious about his grades, something she knew from childhood but still oddly impressed that he’d kept up with it. But that was Ryan, never one to give up something that quickly. And she and Ryan had spent countless hours in libraries, each other's dorms and just random places around campus.

But there was one difference between them, Ryan took breaks to actually recharge and Ophelia could work herself to the bone without any prevention. Which led to a lot of fighting. . .

“You have to take a break Phia, you look exhausted.” Ryan said for the millionth time, trying to reason with her.

“No, I have so much more shit to do I physically can’t–” She rambled, not even bothering to look up at him.

Ryan huffed, but his eyes widened a little with an idea.

Suspicious from the lack of a comeback, she looked up, taking her hands off her computer for a split second, but just enough for Ryan to grab the device and move it away from her.

“Ryan–what the fuck–” She stuttered, reaching out to grab the device.

Ryan just gave her a devilish smile, reaching to grab her, lifting her up with his arms.

“Ryan..? Ryan what–”

He carried her to his bed, where he dropped her and flopped on top of her.

“You’re impossible.” She huffed, brushing a piece of hair out of her face.

Ryan just smiled, tucking his face into her neck, his fingers going to hold her locket,”You’re taking a 30 minute nap or else I’m not gonna let you get up.”

“This is so fucking stupid–”

His hand slapped over her mouth,”Stop yapping and start sleeping.”

She debated on spitting into his hand.

Instead she just turned her head to the side, his hand losing grip and flopping into her hair.

A nap did sound nice, maybe she should just take one.

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She ended up sleeping more than 30 minutes, but was thankful that Ryan made her do it anyway.

It was now the day before Thanksgiving, and Pam couldn’t pick her up from school that night after her exams. Which was fine, she wanted to go home but it meant hanging out more with Ryan, as really none of the guys were leaving for Thanksgiving due to practice.

She was hanging out in Ryan’s room, per usual, trying to ignore the war between her head and her heart as his hand crept lower and lower at her back.

She sat up quickly.

“Woah, you okay?” Ryan asked, also sitting up, concerned.

Ophelia opened her mouth and then closed it, before finally turning to him.

“If I was at the draft, and you got to me after you were drafted, what would you have done?”

Ryan’s face turned pink, and Ophelia almost took it back until he said something.

“I would have hugged you..like I did with everyone else…” He gulped, a dark look in his eyes. “I would have kissed you on the cheek.”

Ophelia’s eyes widened a bit.

“And then when we were alone we would’ve—celebrated.” He bit his lip.

“Celebrated?”

He looked directly at her, his eyes dark and hazy, “Yeah…I would’ve…you would’ve been so good for me–”

“Ryan! You ready?” Drew’s voice called out from the door. They both jumped apart, Ophelia stood up from the bed, ignoring the way Ryan’s hand reached out to grab her wrist.

“Um…just–” Ryan stuttered, watching as Ophelia backed herself to the other side of the room, opening the door to see an impatient Drew.

“Oh, shit, hi Ophie…didn’t expect to–”

“Yeah, sorry. I’m leaving now, have fun.” She sped past him and down the hall.

“Um.” Drew stood there in the doorway, looking back at Ryan, whose head was in his hands. “Holy fuck dude, what happened?”

Ryan groaned, “I fucked up.”

Drew stepped into their room, standing by his desk, “I can see that, wanna tell me what you said?”

Ryan removed his hands from his face, revealing a heavy shame, “I told her…stuff about draft night.”

Drew’s eyebrows furrowed,”Nothing…happened..?”

“No I–I told her what I’d do to her if she were at the draft too..” He stuttered.

“Uh…what would you have done?”

Ryan gave him a look.

“OH! oh…what the hell? You told her that?” Drew was shocked. “How graphic did you–”

“I was about to get really graphic…that’s the problem.” Ryan groaned again, his cheeks turning a little pink

Drew’s mouth was almost on the floor. “You’re joking.”

“I wish I was…she’s gonna forgive me…right?” He murmured.

“I hope. For your sake. I can’t imagine having to tell your parents you lost her again because of some sex ta—”

“Alright! Alright! I fucked up, I know.” He groaned, flopping back onto his bed.

Drew shrugged, “I mean yeah but…you’ll never know until you talk to her again.”

“I think I should…give her a break. When she comes back then I’ll talk to her but, I think I’ve done enough.” Ryan sighed, pushing his hair back.

Drew nodded. “Now uh…I would love to give you some time to grovel about this but I’m hungry.”

Ryan sat up and sighed,”Yeah, let’s go.”

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Ophelia slammed the door, pressing her back up against it. Her heart beating in her chest.

It didn’t help that she was wearing his sweatshirt, cracked USA hockey lettering on the front, a small number nine on the sleeves, big and warm and it smelled so distinctly like him–

Stop.

It’s not like she could talk to someone about this, her mom was off the table, and if she told Luna and Nathan they would hate him.

Because she didn’t want to admit that she liked the way he talked about her.

Ryan was extremely attractive. And yeah, she’s watched his shirt lift up everytime he stretches, and maybe if he pushed her against the wall–

Stop. It.

She shook her head, trying to clear the thoughts out.

She flopped back onto her bed, her eyes staring at the ceiling.

Maybe she shouldn’t have ran out of his dorm room like that…but what was she gonna say?

I feel the same, now pucker up?

A chill ran down her spine, maybe if Drew hadn’t interrupted something else would’ve happened. Maybe they both would have finally given in and actually done something.

Both.

Ryan felt the same way.

She sat up suddenly, the words echoing into her head.

He probably thought the same way. Why else would he admit that?

Her heart hammered in her chest. She was so close.

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