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The Comment Section (pt.2)

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Pairing: Spencer Agnew x gn!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: Commenters are starting to get more and more worked up the longer you and Spencer grow apart.

─ · · TAGS: gender-neutral pronouns, angst, attempt at comedy, more angst, light swearing, fluff, mutual pinning.

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | PART ONE | PART THREE | PART 3.5

─ · · A/N: thank you all seriously for the comments and support on the first part, hope you all enjoy this next one equally as much :)

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Super Smash Bros: Battle of the Chosen's

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username97 2 weeks ago Dear Diary, its day 14 and there are still no videos of Spencer and (name) together. username05 2 weeks ago Always love the Shayne and Spencer duo, but can they go back to their partners now? username39 6 days ago When's the next episode of Bored AF?? username22 6 days ago Okay, but why haven't I seen (name) in any gaming channel videos lately? I haven't watched in a while, can someone get me caught up? ▼ 12 replies ↳ username66 5 days ago So Spencer didn't exactly explain to (name) that FNAF was not the simulation-type game or party/table-top that they are used to playing but a horror-simulation. (name) got really scared and then super annoyed at him and they haven't been seen together in videos since then. ↳ username69 2 days ago They're overreacting, has to be doing this for views or attention. No other explanation. ↳ username66 1 day ago (edited) (name) is their own person with their own emotions and friendships. In the field they work it intermingles with life and the lives of so many others in ways that people like us will never get to experience correctly. They are entitled to their own feelings and if they think Spencer broke their trust somehow- they can act however they want however right or wrong that appears to others. ↳ username69 1 days ago Well maybe you both should just grow the eff up and shut the h*ll up. ↳ username01 1 day ago Maybe you should do the same username69? Can't even swear like a real fucking adult. username51 just now And so the Chosen Universe Lore expands... username81 just now first.

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Guess That Smosh Skit!

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⚲ Pinned by Creator SmoshGames ✓ 2 weeks ago Both new and old shows are coming soon, what are you hoping to see next? ▼ 765 replies ↳ username01 2 weeks ago Tell Spencer to buy (name) flowers, on theirs hands and knees begging, or write them a card- anything!!! ↳ username33 1 hour ago Spencer and (name) recreate famous ********** scenes. * [this comment has been censored for interfering with Youtube's Community Guidelines; for more information press HERE] ↳ username39 6 days ago BORED AF PLEASEEEEE. username20 1 hour ago Please, please, please bring Olivia back more, her small mutterings always have me rolling on the floor XD username24 3 hour ago I 100% forgot about the Every [Blank] Ever series! So good to see bits of it again! username55 2 weeks ago Anyone else keep rewatching old videos and fan-edits of (yourshipname)? I'm gonna keep acting like nothing ever happened like some other people...

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my favorite (name) and spencer moments :)

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⚲ Pinned by Creator (yourshipname)updates ✓ 2 weeks ago Thank you for all the support on this video recently! I wish it didn't have to come from this though... P-P username55 2 weeks ago Even before they both appeared on camera officially, there are so many background clips of them sitting together, sharing food and vacations in pictures, even pet-sitting?? Like c'mon, theres only so much a girl can take (╥﹏╥) username11 30 minutes ago This comment section is for our collective tears ಥ_ಥ username09 just now 19:45 My favorite clip ever of them, its so soft. Spencer with his eyes closed as (name) fixes their hair in the background of TNTL behind the screen. They're so effortless with one another... username03 1 week ago Lets make a thread! Post your favourite (yourshipname) moments underneath this comment! ▼ 173 replies ↳ username97 1 hour ago Spencer and (name) sharing a kickstart during DND sessions. Spencer and (name) sharing a kickstart during DND sessions. Spencer and (name) sharing a kickstart during DND sessions. Spencer and (name) sharing a kickstart during DND sessions. ↳ username66 2 days ago (name) being so excited over beating an Elden Ring Boss on stream that she runs and kisses Spencer on the cheek before brake dancing in the background while Spencer stares blankly at the camera, cheeks red and eyes wide. MWAHAHHAHA ↳ username04 just now Would have to be (name) dropping the burrito under the table and Spencer placing his hand above their head so they don't hurt themselves 𓏗ᵕ𓏗 ↳ username02 3 days ago 2022 Truck Simulator: Spencer, hand on their knee driving. It is my kryptonite. ↳ username15 1 hour ago (name) dancing with and twirling Spencer after Smosh the Sitcom. I want it as a GIF and framed. ↳ username11 4 days ago Has anyone mentioned their San Diego panel together? That whole hour is surreal, the head resting on shoulders, gripping one another in laughter, holding hands- speaking into the mic at the same time. OR HOW THEY WERE WALKING THE FLOOR TOGETHER IN MATCHING COSPLAY AFTER. ↳ username06 1 hour ago Darts and how they acted like one another. ↳ username32 30 minutes ago 27:49 Chosen Spencer pinning (name) to the wall during that interrogation bit changed my brain chemistry. ↳ username03 just now Wow, this is most responses I've ever received- thank you everyone!! ↳ username17 15 minutes ago 17:12 Them taking a power nap together at the same desk. username33 just now How have we entered a new era of how every "Where's Anthony?" is now a "Where's Spencer/(name)???"

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It's Awkward... (Who Meme'd It?)

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username08 1 hour ago That meme coming from Ian was wild! ▼ 199 replies ↳ username87 30 minutes ago 16:16 Dog in Burning House: "Spencer when (name) doesn't want to play games with him - "this is fine, I am fine"" XDDD ↳ username02 20 minutes ago I would have never expected Ian to make that meme out of the list. ↳ username44 5 minutes ago IKR!? Like up against Alex, Courtney, and Trevor? No wonder no one picked him for it. ↳ username87 just now But we all are forgetting the best clip after: 17:12 Spencer proceeded to slip off his chair and hide underneath the table while Amanda was screaming defence and pointing fingers at the crowd. Has to be in the top 50 moments of all time. ↳ username44 just now YES! I love how the whole cast was AFTER THEM. They live for their relationship just like us. <3 username24 3 hour ago The editing team needs to be spotlighted more, BC all their memes were straight fire!!! username08 1 week ago You know when Shayne is hosting that its gonna be a good video ▼ 8 replies ↳ username97 5 days ago Doesn't Shayne already host most of the videos? ↳ username08 5 days ago That was the point- all the videos are good...

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─ · · A/N: want a part 3 anyone? what do you want to see happen next?

#smosh #smosh games #smosh fanfic #smosh fanfiction #spencer agnew #spencer x reader #spencer agnew x reader #spencer agnew fanfic #spencer agnew fanfiction #spencer agnew imagine #fanfic #fanfiction #simp-ly #simp-ly-writes #smosh x reader #social media au #youtube au #au #the comments section

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internetscenarios · 1 year ago

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tgc brainrot,, new group video AND isaac video was very funny

i am on a roll

ok streamer!reader x all tgc members 😆 no grunk obviously but he will be mentioned

tgc x streamer!reader/ cc! reader ≽ܫ≼

isaac ♡︎

- playing minecraft on stream together 🫶🫶

- american truck simulator oh lord

- he would slightly lean ur door open being like “ru streaming :3?”

- in the old house they used to throw basketballs against the wall of tanners room whenever he was streaming

- so if isaac needed ur attention or u werent replying bcs u were streaming he would do something like that LOL

- would jus pop up in ur streams sometimes, like if ur in a vc by urself he would join and scare u

- if u were streaming and focused sometimes he may just come in ur room and shake u while screaming help

- feel like u would place ur hands on his face if he was too in frame

- bro wants to be faceless forever

- u would defo pop up in his streams like u would walk in ask him something and chat would just spam ur name

- would be in most of his videos

- like that one clip where nick is like “where is grunk when you need him”

- im finding it hold on 😐

makes me giggle sm

- but he would be like “where is y/n when u need them”

“they do NOT care”

yumi ︎ ♡︎

- he would LOVEE having u in his streams

- csgo brainrot with him oh god

- he would be screaming at everyone else then be super calm and nice to u if u mess something up LOL

- beating horror games with him, ur there for moral support

- the other way round as well, if ur trying to beat the horror game hes there for support but also constantly trying to tell u what to do while focusing 😐

- brainrot streams where u just watch daily dose of internet or funny tiktoks

- feel like hes not super into physical touch but if ur getting up from ur seat or something he has a hand on your back or waist to make sure you dont lose balance or stuff

- defo sweet tho like

“ok im going to sleep now”

“okayy goodnight love you”

- chat is screaming

- chat constantly asking you both to do a cute pose or smthn for an edit

- ok this is with all tgc boys but if ur public with ur relationship there are SO many edits

nick ♡︎

- ugh nick my love

- lets say hypothetically u live in bento house (sorry thats the only way i refer it as LOL) and u both have separate setups and he is ALWAYS needing help with something

- that one time he had ZERO mods in his chat and had to have chat to help him

- silly bf

- if ur streaming and he comes home from like tgc house he always comes in the room and says hello

- he is always doing something stupid in the background or just being embarrassing

- that one clip in ltlvc3 where larry was standing in yumis doorway, that is him LOL

- feel like he would jus appear and everyone spamming his name in ur chat

- being in his vlogs omg

- defo has at least a few (so many) vlogs of him spoiling u

- ok but if u were moving to austin he would vlog it all like he did with helping yumi move in

- those cute little “meeting my long distance bf” videos and u run up and hug eachother is u and nick :33

- if u were both open abt the relationship and were just in public people would want pictures with both of u,, not just either of u by urself

- his music is always on ur stream playlist

- and if u mention it hes like “omg hehehe”

- always going places like twitchcon w him

- bento is always on stream,, its not an option for him to not have a couple minutes of fame

- i saw someone do this with sapnap so creds to them but like,, imagine there was an edit on ur stream of a celebrity or someone and u we’re giggling and blushing then nick just calls u being like

“u have a boyfriend you know?”

big t ♡︎

- omfg roblox streams with him and larry

- there would be a cute compilation of you two on the vajeesh channel

is that his channel or no???

- in new isaac video he did the intro pretending to sound like isaac, he would get u to do that or the other way round LOL

- ive said this so many times b4 but if u lived separately from tgc house he would pull up to urs and just pretend ur streaming setup was his LOL

- if ur streaming he always comes and says hello

- imagine u were like a family friendly cc,, he would say the most outta pocket things and u would be lecturing him

- same w yumi omfg

- definitely puts some of ur fav songs on his stream playlist, and u do the same!!

- feel like he picks up little things u do in ur videos/streams

- like if u welcome saying like haii guys he does the same

- if hes streaming and u come into his room he forces u to have screentime bcs u deserve it 🫶🫶

- like nick he is always doing the most embarrassing stuff ever

“tanner its not that i dont wanna see you do a backflip, but last time you broke my entire desk.”

- hell naw

- defo always brings u a drink or food if ur hungry

also isaac defo does that. malewife

- if u got matching clothes ur both showing it off on stream

- matching wolf shirts HELP

larry ♡︎

- ROBLOXX STREAM

- if ur not in the stream or streaming u are sat on his bed with him occasionally telling u to say hello leaning his camera towards u

- god u have to put up with the most random shit ever

STUFF LIKE THIS

- also kendrick and drake being in that title did not age well

- if ur streaming he always asks to request a song 🙏🙏

- if ur ever doing a pretty chill stream he always makes it a bit more chaotic oh my god

- like youll be playing minecraft peacefully and talking to chat then larry comes in blasting music

- silly pictures of you two EVERYWHERE

- worlds most loved couple 🫶🫶

IM SORRY LARRYS IS SO SJORT I CANT THINK OF ANY i got lazy 😢😢

i hope these r cool 😆

#the group chat #the group x reader #tgc x reader #isaacwhy #isaacwhy x reader #softwilly x you #softwilly x reader #softwilly #larry croft #larry croft x reader #yumi x you #yumi x reader #yumi #bigt #bigt x reader

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bookishgalaxies · 1 year ago

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Hellooooo I saw that ur requests are opened so I tried to make my head work and think about something interesting

What about Wanderer x Reader (I know you don't like writing a male reader, but still I'd like to request it <3 if u don't feel comfortable doing it you can just go by gn reader) But the reader has a scarameow plush and he always hug his plush when he wants attention. LIKE he doesn't hug Wanderer to not bother him or something (bros so insecure ew (jk)

WELL AGAIN if you don't want to write a male reader you can go by gn <3 tysm if u write that request. Have a good day/night!!

(I actually tried to think about something to request cause I can't take trying to read smt with him and this app having mostly smut fics with him <//3 LIKE WHY ARE THERE SO MANY SMUT FICS...)

Hug Me Instead, Idiot

summary: you just want some cuddles but are too scared to ask, so you hug your plushie instead. Not realizing that Wanderer had caught on to this habit of your’s.

type: oneshot, not proofread

character: wanderer x gn!reader

warnings: reader being insecure, wanderer being wanderer (affectionately ofc)

a/n: thank you bunches for this request! I’m sorry I couldn’t do a make reader for you. I just always feel more comfortable writing for a gender neutral reader. That said, always let me know if there are any pronoun slips or mistakes. I really enjoyed this request even though I’m not much of a Wanderer fan myself.

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The day had been long and seemed to have taken a lot out of you. You enjoyed your job and found great pleasure in what you did but right now you were exhausted. Halfway between sitting and lying on the comfy sofa.

You heard the sound of pencil scratching on paper as Wanderer made revisions to one of his colleague’s essays. He sat in a chair across the room next to a lamp emitting warm light and a small table.

You admired his features, even if they were scrunched up in annoyance at what he was reading. His indigo eyes may have possessed a sharp glare but they were mesmerizing all the same. The way his lip quirked up slightly in a devious smirk as he marked on the essay. Indicating he was obviously looking forward to badgering the scholar about the error later. His navy hair fell over his forehead and right now looked like it would be quite soft to the touch.

You two had been together for a while now much to both of your liking. Sure Wanderer could be a bit….rough around the edges sometimes, but he cared. You could see it in his actions even if he wasn’t a fan of always saying that he cared for you.

Admittedly, you hugged your cat plush closer. The stuffed animal gifted to you by Wanderer after he saw you admiring it in a shop window. You had told him that you weee admiring it because reminded you of him. Of course he was quick to scoff, telling you that your idea of similarity was ridiculous.

He regretted to inform you about the warm feeling that had spread throughout him when you mentioned thinking of him.

You didn’t notice how tightly you were holding the plush. Hugging it as if it were a real thing. You could tell you were getting tired and right now in particular wanted to cuddle with someone. That someone being Wanderer.

He was busy though, engrossed in editing the essays. You didn’t want to bother him over something so silly. He would probably find the request bothersome or annoying and you were already too scared of being perceived that way.

Fidgeting with the plush cat’s ears you started to spiral a bit. Thinking of all the times you had asked for a hug or a kiss and cringing at yourself for doing so. Honestly, you didn’t know why Wanderer stayed with you this long.

Looking out of the window next to the couch, you hear a voice from behind you.

“Move over.” Wanderer said, now standing by the sofa with a hardcover book and his now smaller stack of essays.

“Don’t you want to stay in the chair where there’s more light?”

“If I did I’d still be over there.” He replied, motioning again for you to scoot over.

He sat beside you, continuing to write vigilantly on the papers. It only took a few minutes before his sharp glare drifted over to you and he said.

“You’re lucky I’m not an idiot.” He’d say, setting the book and papers aside as he pulled you into a warm embrace.

You were stunned for a moment at how he knew that was exactly what you had wanted from him. Yes he was intelligent but….

“How did you-“

“I’m not an idiot.”

He’d look at you with pretty indigo eyes, his expression stoic as always.

“You could always just ask me.”

You knew he was right.

“I didn’t want to bother you.”

He’d scoff and roll his eyes.

“The scholars at the Akademiya bother me, not you. “

You’d smile warmly at him knowing that this was as sappy as he was going to get. It felt nice breathing in his clean and airy scent as you slowly drifted off into sleep. Finally able to let your brain drift into unconsciousness.

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thank you so much for reading !!

stay hydrated and have a nice day/night !!

#wanderer x you #genshin impact wanderer #wanderer x reader #wanderer #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader #genshin scara #scaramouche #scarameow #genshin x you #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n

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sof1eee · 5 months ago

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What i think the squid game character's sexuality are:

1. Thanos: Bisexual

To be honest i feel like he could also be pansexual because i don't think he would care who he dates as long as they're hot and match his freak 🤷🏻‍♂️

2. Nam-Gyu: Gay

Idk man do I really need to elaborate further-more..?

3. Se-mi: Lesbian

This is just the same like Nam-Gyu, i can't really explain it but in what world do u see Se-mi and think "oh yeah she's straight" ? 😬

4. Gi-Hun: Bisexual

The tension he had with In-Ho and Sang-woo made me believe that this man is NOT straight. He's literally pulling all of the toxic man in the series 🔥😹

5. Sang-woo: Gay

Speaking of Gi-Hun..., Sang-woo is definitely gay bro, HOW DID HE NOT HAVE A GIRLFRIEND WHILE HAVING THAT FACE CARD? Also the tension with him and Gi-Hun?? Homosexuals. I feel like whenever people ask his sexuality he'll reply with "I'm straight" but deep down in his hearts... 👨‍❤️‍👨

6. In-Ho/Frontman: Bisexual

I don't understand why alot of people say he's gay when he LITERALLY HAD A WIFE??? He's definitely the same as Sang-woo, saying that he's straight, but unlike Sang-woo i think he would just say that he's straight because he doesn't want people to ask a million questions, not because of denial 🗣️

7. Dae-Ho: Straight

I haven't seen any signs of homosexualness from him in the series so I'm just gonna say he's straight. I've seen people ship him with Myung-Gi/Mg Coin and I don't really mind the ship but I don't think that would really fit his character (i do love the funny edits of them though 😋)

8. Hyun-Ju: Bisexual

Is it just me or am i seeing ALOT of bisexuals here..... , anyways she's definitely Bi, the characters that she get shipped with the most is literally Gyeong-Seok/246 and Young-Mi 😭. Personally i like 246 x 120 more because i see her and Young-Mi's relationship as big sis and lil sis, but I don't hate any of the ships. Also idk i feel like she gives Bisexual energy so bad 🙏🏻

9. Min-Su/125: ???

I ACTUALLY don't know his sexuality, like I can't figure it out. Genuinely. Many people hc him as gay but i don't think he only likes men, but i don't think he only likes women either. But i also don't think he's bisexual... SOMEONE HELP ME IN THE COMMENTS I CAN'T FIGURE HIM OUT 💔💔

10. Sae-Byeok: Lesbian

Genuinely, do i NEED to explain this???? Have u seen her with Ji-Yeong????? Idk what to say other then i miss her, she's in lesbian with Ji-Yeong and she's so hot 💕

11. Ji-Yeong: Lesbian

Speaking of Sae-Byeok! Her girlfriend are heree 💓💓💓, yeah no she's gay 10000%. I feel like we should've gotten more of her tbh, i feel like no one even remembers her backstory and her backstory ARE SO FUCKING SAD. Everytime anyone mentions her, it's always gotta be with Sae-Byeok. People don't really care about her character if Sae-Byeok is not involved 🫠

12. Ali Abdul: Straight

OKAY ALIWOO SHIPPERS PLEASE DON'T COME AT ME FOR THIS ONE 🙁🙁🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻, but like personally i always see Ali and Sang-woo as like big bro and lil bro, or just a platonic friendship. NOW LET ME REPEAT, I DON'T HATE THE ALIWOO SHIP, I JUST DONT SHIP IT. Also i miss Ali #bringbackmyman 😖

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Okay i think that's all of the characters that I remember from the top of my head, comment if i forgot any important characters 😋

#squid game #cho sang woo #cho sangwoo #seong gihun #ali abdul #thanos squid game #nam gyu #se mi squid game #min su squid game #sae byeok #ji yeong #hwang inho #front man #hyun ju squid game #kang dae ho #homosexuals #🙄

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sturn1olo-ffics · 2 years ago

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- VIOLET -

- Matt Sturniolo x Fem Reader (she/her pronouns used)

- Warnings: making out, pining, profanity, use of y/n; NOT PROOFREAD

- About: Reader has a huge crush on Matt but figures the feelings weren’t mutual due to a caption of his on Instagram. That is, until he shows up to her apartment and those thoughts are turned around.

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(Y/N’s POV):

I’ve liked Matt for as long as I can remember. And the only person who knows that is Nick. Partially because I told him and partially because he could tell. I mean everyone could tell, right? There were edits of us all over social media shipping us… he had to have known… right?

Wrong.

Matt was the most oblivious person I have ever met in my entire life. You could outright tell him you love him and he still wouldn’t pick up that you have a crush on him.

Matt was my best friend and we told each other everything. Well maybe not everything since I still hadn’t told him about my crush on him.

It was a chilly Friday night in October and I was scrolling through my Instagram feed. I come across a post from a super gorgeous girl that Matt follows with the caption: “The after party”

I didn’t think too much about it, it was just a normal Instagram post. That is, until I came across Matt’s recent post with the caption: “Was on Wilson and 73rd”

The Color Violet by Tory Lanez. One of my favorite songs. Why was he matching captions with this gorgeous girl on Instagram?? Why didn’t he tell me he was talking to someone?? My heart sank into the floor.

“Nick-” I called him, tears slipping out of my eyes on the other side of the phone.

“Hey y/n- what’s wrong??” He could tell by my voice that I was upset.

“Can you just come over?” I replied quickly.

“Let me ask Matt if he can take me. I’ll text you babe.” He ended the call.

I winced a little when Matt’s name left his mouth. Why was I hurting this much? Was this just a crush or something more?

(NICK’s POV):

“Matt! Can you take me to y/n’s house right now? She seems upset and wants me to come over.” I asked Matt.

“Is she okay?? What’s wrong?? What’s going on??” Matt threw way too many questions on me all at once.

“Why the fuck are you questioning so much? With the amount of care you have for her you’d think you were like in love with her or some shit.” I joked.

“Shut the fuck up Nick.” He snapped.

“Woah- Mattitude. You don’t have to get mad, it’s not like you like her or anything.” I stepped back before he could shove me.

“I-” Matt started, but everything clicked in my head.

“WOAHHH WAITTTT DO YOU LIKE HER?” I excitedly raised my voice.

“NICK SHUT UP BRO HOLY FUCK” Matt screamed at me.

“You should tell her.” I giggled.

“Tell her what?” Matt questioned.

“That you like her? What else dumb fuck?” I started grabbing my things.

“Nick it’s not like that- okay maybe it is a little bit but I’m not telling her. Go get in the car.” Matt replied.

I grabbed my stuff and headed towards the car before me and Matt got in and drove to y/n’s.

(Y/N’s POV):

I heard a car pull up and immediately knew it was Nick.

“The front door’s unlocked.” I text him.

After seeing Matt pull off, I hear Nick make his way up the stairs and down the hall to my room.

“What’s wrong? You good?” Nick questioned upon entering my room.

“Dude I literally just saw Matt have a matching Instagram caption with this really really pretty girl and I’m having an anxiety attack which I don’t even know why because it’s not like he even would like me back anyway-” Nick cut me off before I could continue.

“Ok first, breathe exercise, remember? Second, what?” Nick asked, obviously concerned.

I showed him the posts.

“Y/n, babe, her post was an entire day after his was posted. He doesn’t even know her in real life. She probably just copied his caption to make it look like that.” He laughed.

The weight on my chest instantly lifted.

“There is no way I got that worked up over a misunderstanding.” I laughed along with him.

“Also, what makes you think Matt doesn’t like you?” He started interrogating me.

“Girl be for real.” I ran my hands through my hair.

“I am being for real.” He stated.

“He just wouldn’t, I know.” I laughed.

The conversation soon drifted to what our Halloween plans were and what we should do for a Thanksgiving video, ending with Nick leaving my apartment when Laura came to pick him up for a meeting.

That conversation with Nick honestly made me feel relieved, even though it didn’t get rid of my crush on Matt, which I wish would’ve happened.

I had just finished dinner, turned the LED lights in my apartment to a violet color, and pressed play on a Halloween movie when I heard a knock at my door.

“Hey” Matt said breathlessly as I opened the door.

“Matt?” I was so confused.

“Can I come in?” He asked.

“Yeah, of course. It’s chilly out there.” I giggled.

We sat down on the couch before continuing the conversation.

“Y/n I’m gonna get straight to the point. I love you. It’s you. It’s always been you. It always will be. And I know you don’t feel the same but-” I didn’t even let him finished before I spoke.

“Can I kiss you?” The words fell out of my mouth and I was almost embarrassed.

“Please.” Matt responded with a deep breath.

The kiss was passionate and hungry, like we had been parted for years.

His hands made their way to my waist, guiding me closer to him, while my hands roamed his hair.

Breaking away from the kiss, I responded: “I love you too” before tilting my head and deepening it.

After a few minutes, we pulled away and leaned back on the couch.

“Please be my girlfriend.” He begged.

“I thought you’d never ask.” I responded, smiling.

“Wow these purple lights are a really good touch in your apartment.” He laughed.

“Bro I know they’re so cool.” I giggled along with him.

I think I’m gonna keep my LED lights on violet more often.

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A/N: On a real note guys I’m so tired so I’m sorry if that was ass. Anyway, thought I’d feed y’all another fic. Peace and love 😗

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madockisser · 11 days ago

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if you’ve noticed from reading the modern faerie tales or the darkest part of the forest, redcaps are pretty much stereotyped as being sorta dumb and murderous. if i recall correctly, someone in tmft outright mentions that redcaps weren’t known for being strategists or smart at all.

now looking at madoc in tcp, he sees his daughters are heavily discriminated against for simply being human. i think in his own way he related to this.

in, i believe the prisoners throne- madoc says that he allowed the greenbriar line to pretty much treat him like garbage, and i can totally imagine them doing so, chalking him up to a “dumb, uncivilized redcap” and walking his ass like a dog. “making” him leave his wife at home for ages on end, fighting the wars that the privileged high court started. i can picture him blaming the royal family in part for Eva leaving. that would make it easier than feeling completely to blame for the death of his wife, though imo, out of character. (Just bc he seems to shoulder the weight of raising his wife’s affair babies pretty well.)

obviously he intended to help oak by getting him the throne, and by becoming regent, (in his eyes this was not done to hurt oak but to give him the gift of power, ignorant to how this would negatively affect him) but also to crown his human daughters as princesses, so they’d no longer be treated so poorly. (they probably would be treated poorly- but in his mind, his position as grand general protected them (to an extent), so he’d prob also think that them being princesses would pretty much make everyone finally treat them well)

he truly thought his daughters were being treated well, which makes me so sad, but also irritates me sm bc HOW DO U NOT NOTICE. Madoc cannot lie, so when he says “i didn’t know” when Jude calls him out for allowing ppl working for him to hurt her, he truly didn’t.

Edit; bro didn’t notice his daughter was missing a finger #fatheroftheyear (or ig he was too busy to care, i can imagine he just came back from war and Jude’s finger had already been long gone by then)

Then Jude replies “you didn’t want to know.” UGH. Heartbreak. can totally picture him neglecting Eva in the same way. Just pretending to not notice their pains from being human.

makes me want to sympathize with him maybe feeling similarly and also ignoring it? atleast he ignored it until he realized the greenbriars were treating him like garbage and he took matters into his own hands. maybe this was also his way of paying his daughters back. no more allowing bullshit to happen to him AND his children.?

anyway i just think that madoc related to the mistreatment (atleast in his own way- bc there’s no chance that anyone was pushing his big green ass into rivers) and rly tried to have them be treated well, but he sorta failed horribly.

all he could really do to protect them was teach them how to protect themselves, and jude did it so well, that she did it better than him LOL.

almost makes me feel bad for him. like how many times does this guy try and FAIL MISERABLY at getting what he wants LMAOO. and it’s sad bc they are usually to benefit his family, but he was born in bloodshed so bro knows no other way except thru violence and atrocities to get what he wants. hate to love that moron

Sorry for the madoc glaze, probably reaching but wtv 💔 it’s all i do atp. Anyway happy late Father’s Day! had to post something abt my fav dilf- also feel free to add your thoughts 🫶

#tfota #the cruel prince #jude duarte #taryn duarte #vivienne tfota #madoc tfota #madoc #Madoc throwaway #the folk of the air #tcp #the wicked king

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zeninprincess · 9 months ago

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pastries and documents; n. kento

wc: 2.8k | nanami kento x reader | office au

warnings: drinking 🍸, the use of 'name', no beta we die like kento

office romance au where nanami is your boss who is secretly in love with you, and you're pining him so bad. reader gets sick and nanami took care of her

a/n: this was supposed to be aizen but i feel like nanami would fit this better than aizen 🤭 also if there's still "aizen" or "grimmjow" in it my bad bro im writing this at 3 in the morning I haven't edited shit.

“good morning mr. nanami”

“morning ms. lastname”

nanami was a man who couldn't care less about feelings, love, or carnal desires. a man like him is someone whose calculated, precise, and self-sufficient. so, when a liability like you exist in his life, nanami could not stand the fact you light up his world, he needs to have you. you two were nothing alike, nanami being the calmer individu while you're a ray of sunshine, a bomb of glitter.

you see, despite you two being a co-worker, for nearly a year or so, you two had never interacted much, and when you do it's limited to “good morning mr. nanami” or when you bump into him in the middle of the day you'd say “good afternoon” “good evening” and when departing from office you’d say “see you tomorrow”

just because nanami is someone who prefers being a lone wolf doesnt mean hes a cruel boss to you, he was neither cold nor tough. matter of fact, contrary to popular beliefs, he was warm and approachable, he's easy to talk to. almost each time you say greetings or farewell he'd flash you a closed smile, or a on a rare occassion he would reply back depending on how he feels that day.

so when you find yourself for almost a year only interacting formally, what was the straw that finally made you decide to make a move first? there was no easy answer to this however, what really prompted you to pine him was the fact that you were drunk at a your co-worker’s celebration party.

that evening a fellow co-worker, had gotten the promotion to become the branch manager. satoru decided to throw a drinking party at a bar in which your boss, nanami was invited as well. after a few too many drinks you're left in a state half conscious. and even though the night is still young, and you know that, you were never a big drinker. even before this you have never really drank much. knowing this, satoru made fun of you for being a goody two shoes and you were having none of that so you tried your best to prove it to satoru's face.

‘tried’ being the keyword because after 3 glass of beer you're tipsy already, stuttering and blubbering anything that comes to your mind. little did you know, nanami watched you from across the table. observing silently, like a wolf stalking it's prey. back to you whose now on your fourth glass of beer you chug it all down gaining cheers from people hyping you up. you wipe the foam of beer that sat just right at the corner of your lip, and just when you thought it was over they ordered one more glass of beer. feeling peer pressured, you laughed and chug down the fifth, and then the sixth all in under half an hour.

then, there you are tipsy and disorganised. perhaps feeling bad, nanami interfered before satoru could coax you into drinking your seventh glass. “alright thats enough” he said as he adjusts his glass, walking over to your seat. and just when hes about to reach you, everything turned black. your body went into shock from alcohol poisoning.

waking up in the er, you found yourself dishevelled, missing one of your stocking and your black sweater. lucky youre covered in duvet, because people could see whats under your mini pencil skirt that you wear everyday to the office. you look around and found nanami sitting beside you, reading something you cannot quite make out. you try to sit up only to fall back into the not-so-comfortable hospital bed.

nanami turns his head to you, “easy, you could break that pretty little skull of yours” he chuckles as he helps you adjust your position. “w-what happened?” you ask, your voice raspy from dehydration. but before nanami could reply, a nurse and a certain white haired individual walks in.

“thank god… you could have a permanent brain damage. its because mr. nanami youre still alive!!” satoru said as he hugs you, his face shows guilt and especially concern about your wellbeing. “you see, you could have died, but thank god mr. nanami took you to the hospital as soon as you pass out. doctors had to pump your stomach to get the alcohol out of your system” satoru mansplained while you writhe in pain as you feel your head spinning around.

the nurse who was adjusting your iv, gave you a glass of water to reduce your migraine. nanami, whose sitting again now scolds satoru for pressuring you to drink more than what you can drink. you shot a weak smile as you thanked the nurse before she departed from the room.

thank god it was friday, you had saturday and sunday to rest. as nanami drove you home the next day, you couldn't stop thanking him for his action that saved your life and the fact that he paid for all your hospital bills.

“are you sure it's okay mr. nanami? i could send you back the-”

he cuts you off

“dont worry name, its my obligation to watch over other co-workers. besides, whats more important is youre alive and well” nanami replied followed with a smile. his eyes watched the road intently.

“i mean i know you would do the same to me name. im just returning the favor early”

you don't know why but that moved something inside of you. the way he articulate those words makes you feel a certain way. maybe its the fact hes so charming, or maybe how eloquent he is, dancing with words as if its his usual routine, it might also be the fact that he just have that natural charm, i mean the guy is enchanting, elegant, and articulate. but you would blame it to the fact that it's the first time you heard him talks about something other than stupid company stuff he usually discussed during meetings.

“right name?” he asks

“in a heartbeat mr. nanami” you replied. he clicks his tongue, the way his name rolls on your tongue sounds like songs of praises in his ears.

“call me nanami, or kento when it's just the two of us” you look at him, surprised by his request. you were surprised since you aren't even close to him hell, it's the first time you guys ever talk to these extent, somehow it felt like you knew each other for eternity.

that’s when you decided to return the favor by making him an apple pie on sunday morning. baking has always been your forte since you were young. with a family of chefs and bakers, you were taught how to bake sweets and pastries as soon as you could walk. and it grows on you because every time you have the opportunity to bake, you will do it and this one of the instances where you actually got a chance to do so.

monday comes, you walk into the office with files on your left hand, bag on your shoulder, and a freshly baked apple pie on your right hand. you knocked on his door with one of your elbow, then you opened the door. there he is, basking in all his glory with documents and files mounting all over his desk. he looks up to you. smiling, his eyes flicks into your right hand.

“i hope im not interrupting you, mr. nanami. i baked you a pie as a thank you gift” and with that you place the pie on his desk.

“oh you don't need to do this, but I guess thank you” he smiles. “uhhh its such a shame it's bigger than my stomach. if you dont mind, should we eat this together later?” he offered.

your words stumbled, your breath quickened, and your face turned red. “um, absolutely! but won't I upset your girlfriend?” you asked hoping he would say something like…

“i dont have a girlfriend”

oh… relief washes over you kmowing that nanami isnt taken, not yet atleast. well it's set then, you two are going to have lunch together.

this process repeats again and again. some day you found yourself wasting your break time to come to him, you even picked up his habits of staying up late in the office. and it was not unnoticed by your colleagues, especially satoru. he wonders if you got alcohol poisoning was a blessing in disguise. his boss who's now turning 35 finally found himself a girlfriend, or so he hoped.

despite the contrasting differences between you and nanami, you found yourself drawn to him like a moth to a flame, engaging into him more and more. each day you found yourself developing a crush on your boss. you even began to boldly flirt with him.

nanami on the other hand he's not really playing hard to get nor did he reciprocate, he was just there deflecting your sweet talks and your attempts to seduce him. although, deep inside nanami loves to see you try and pine him. he loves your attention and the pastry you bake him as an attempt to get him to fall in love with you.

he was a silent lover, he loves you from afar watching to his heart content, he loves when you do small things only he noticed. for example, when you're anxious you'd bite the nail of your thumbs, or how your fingers curls around your locks when thinking. he found all of that cute, it just fits you so perfectly. he also plays favourite with you, and it really stirred up your dynamic with your co-workers.

he would do things like extending your deadline, dismissing you whenever you're late, even giving you extra day off whenever he saw you depraved of your sleep. he would praise you here and there but he never really show how much he likes you, unless you really look into it.

your mother taught you that a way to a man's heart is through his stomach, and it's true because after weeks of baking him pastries, cake, sweets, spending lunchtime with him, he felt empty the day you didn't come to work and brought him his pastries as usual. your mom taught you well and nanami is the proof.

you never skipped a day working, even when he insists on giving you extra time off, you would deny the offer “i want to see you you know” you gave him the same excuse each time. until today, where you were nowhere to be found, not in the office kitchen, not in the cafeteria, and ofcourse your cubicle is empty.

nanami was alarmed by your absence from work, as you had never skipped a day before. he was also troubled by the fact that you didn't pick up his calls. He inquired about your location to satoru, who was smoking a cigarette outside the building while they both sipped their coffee. satoru then provided nanami with your information.

you were sick, you had high fever from getting wet when walking to the train station last night and now it made sense. nanami quickly called his secretary and told her to clear his schedule for the day. after that, he hurriedly drive himself to your house. he wanted to see you, he needed to see you. with a basket of fruit and a few medicine on his left hands and his briefcase on his right hand.

standing infront of your apartment door, a 6’1 man ringing the bell with each second he grew impatient, and he decided after the third time ringing your bell that he would invite himself in, but before he could do that he was met with a clicking sound of the white door.

looking up, your eyes met nanami’s. you were taken aback at the sudden appearance of nanami. sharp features adorned his already perfect visage. his suit is always neat with no signs of crinkles or stains. it's a stark contrast to your appearance now, with your hair tangled, covering yourself in your warm blanket, face pale as a ghost.

“can i come in?” he asks.

you took a step behind, letting him in.

“sorry if it's messy” you muttered under your breath, your voice has a hint of raspiness from lack of hydration, it was the same raspiness nanami once heard in the hospital. you invited him to your living room, setting down the medicine and fruits.

“tis for me?” you eyed the fruits and the meds. he nodded his head.

coughing non stop, he leads you down to your beige sofa. he put a palm on your forehead. you were burning up and nanami couldn't help but pray for god to just transfer all the pain you feel right now to him. he couldn't bear seeing you like this. then, he heard your stomach grumble loudly, and nanami couldn't ignore that.

“you haven't eaten yet? see, this is why young people these days get sick easily, they skip breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and- bla bla bla bla… you couldnt really process his scolding as you're too sick to argue back. seeing you rolled up in your duvet, trying not to fall asleep on the couch melts his heart.

-and the way you younglings live, my god you guys would rather stay up late to procrastinate more” his scolding came to an abrupt end when he felt your hand holding his. you didn't spoke any words but nanami understood.

“sorry, i'm just concerned for you” he paused “it's just, i don't want anything to happen to you” he elaborate further.

now nanami found himself pacing to your kitchen, taking off his blazer, loosening his tie, rolling up his sleeves. see, the thing about nanami is that he'd do anything for his loved ones, he may not be the best at cooking but he'll try and definitely succeed at that. he's planning to make you an egg porridge.

you desperately crawl to the kitchen trying to stop nanami from burdening himself but to no use, he carries you back to the living room and pins you on the couch.

“be a good girl for me, yeah? the porridge is already done so wait here” and you just nod. he smiles and paces himself to the kitchen once more before coming back with a tray of porridge and tea. “here, i know i'm not the best at cooking but atleast eat up for me” he said as he set the tray down to the table.

you eagerly sat up, ready to taste his food. he sat beside you and fed you with a spoon. “hey! im not a child. i can feed myself!' you protested, but nanami didn't give in. now you were being fed by your own boss whom you'd never have thought would do things to this extent for the sake of his ‘co-worker’

after a while the bowl is empty and you've taken your meds, the one that nanami bought you. he praised you for being good.

“so you do care about me nanami” you smiled as you teased him. expecting no response as usual, you were surprised when he replied back to your teasing. you followed him to the kitchen, he's doing your dishes while you sat on the kitchen island.

“of course i do. i'm worried sick for you!!” he exclaimed. “day and night I think of you, your wellbeing, your whereabouts. i sleep and the first thing i think about after opening my lids are you. when i see pastries i couldn't help but missing you, i breath for you, i want you no, i need you name” he confessed.

“ever since you started working here i-” he paused. “i was waiting for the chance to talk to you” he sighed. glancing at you.

your face reddened, the confession took you aback. he looked at you with loving eyes, it was as if nanami were drunk in love. “im not a man of many words but I always try” he continues his rambling while soaping up spoons “nanami… all these times i thought you're just being nice to me. i didn't know that you like me back”

“like?” he scoffed, not in a cocky way “no, no, you're wrong. i not only like you but I fell in love with you name” he continues to express his deep feelings for you.

“so…”

“be mine name, please. i can't stand the thought of you- mmph!!” he was cut with a deep kiss.

he didn't hesitate to kiss you back, deeper, more aggressive, it was full of desire yet gentle. you pull back and he's already missing your lips. “yes! yes i do!!”

“let me take you on a date, please” he begs. you chuckled and nodded to his request. “come here and kiss me already” he smiled as your lips dominate each other.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

bonus:

satoru cursed under his breath as he look at the clock, it was 11pm he found himself juggling between his works and your unfinished documents that nanami had forced him to finish during the days you were sick.

“god damn it. he better gave me a raise after this!!”

©️ zeninprincess 2024. reposting, plagiarizing, translating or claiming my works are strictly forbidden.

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pap1llonbleu · 2 months ago

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A Well Needed Break

(A little drabble based on an edit I made on my channel recently with Mario and Luigi!! This is the first time in a while I've written something, so I hope you all enjoy qwq)

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Mario closed his eyes as he leaned against the fence, feeling the calming ocean breeze pass him by. He listened to the waves as they hit the shore, finally having a chance to relax and enjoy nature. No quests, no adventures, and no shenanigans.

Just peace.

Luigi was close by, his eyes open as he watched the waves. He and his brother decided to take a break from everything, a break from the chaos of their world. Especially with the crazy adventure in Concordia several months ago, as pretty as some of the places were, the brothers never got to properly take their time enjoying the sights. They just focused on trying to help fix Concordia and get back home.

Now that everything was over and their injuries were healed, they had a chance to sit back and enjoy the scenery.

"Mario, look," Luigi called out.

Mario opened his eyes, turning around and facing the ocean to see what Luigi was pointing at.

The sun was setting in the distance.

Mario couldn't help but gasp in awe; it was beautiful. Nothing blocked the view of the sun; it looked as though the giant star was slowly sinking into the water. The pinks, reds and oranges of the sunset were amazing to see. Luigi wished he had brought his camera.

"I wish it was this easy to see sunsets all the time," said Luigi. "They're so hard to see with all the hills back home."

"Yeah," Mario replied quietly. The peaceful environment started to make him feel tired.

Luigi looked at the ocean, seeing how quiet the water seemed. The waves didn't seem too powerful now. He began to think.

"Mario?"

"Hm?" Mario hummed.

"How did you learn to swim so well?" Luigi asked.

"Trial and error," Mario answered simply. "Though after having to go to so many places around the world, I just...kinda had to. I had to figure out how to get better at swimming or else I'd risk losing too much air."

Luigi listened quietly to Mario's answer, looking back at the waves with a serious look on his face. He wasn't the best at swimming; he could survive in it, but he can only stay afloat for so long.

"Why do you ask?" replied Mario.

"Well...I was wondering..." Luigi began, "Could you teach me a few things?"

"About swimming?" Mario asked.

"Yeah," Luigi nodded. "You're really good at it, and...I want to get better."

"Of course, bro," Mario agreed. "I'd be happy to help you."

"Really?" Luigi muttered.

"Yeah!" Mario cheered. "I don't mind at all. It'll be fun! I can show you everything I know. But we can take it slow. We don't have to rush through it, okay?"

Luigi smiled.

"Thanks, big bro," Luigi chuckled. "You're the best."

Another breeze from the ocean came by, this one much colder, making Luigi shiver a little. It was getting late.

"Come on, Lu," Mario guided. "Let's head back to our room. It's getting dark."

"Y-Yeah," Luigi shivered. "Okay."

The two then made their way away from the fence, heading back to their hotel room where they could be warm and cozy while also watching the ocean's waves from their window.

END

#mario #luigi #mario & luigi #pap bleu au #pap bleu post

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shawnxstyles · 2 years ago

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free session

DATE: AUGUST 8, 2023

summary: tom hurts himself a little at the gym, but luckily, you’re there to reassure him that everything’s fine. when he finally comes back, you decide to show him what a free session is all about.

request: yup!!

words: 7k

warnings: SMUT (slight praise kink, protected sex, dirty talking), language. this was a quick one

note: okay so i don’t do threesomes lmao, but i didn’t state that until after i got this request (this request is 8 months old i’m sorry). i chose to do tom, but i changed a lot, so i’m sorry if this isn’t even what you asked for at all… i hope someone likes it | NOT EDITED

gym!tom x trainer!reader

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Tom had a steady routine; he went to the gym in the morning, ate, did his day plans or work, ate again, and then went to the gym at night again. Some people thought he was insane for going to the gym so much, but it felt like his second home. Mainly because the gym was his brother’s, Harry.

Harry and Tom were unbelievably close; out of all their siblings, they were definitely the tightest. Tom assisted Harry with renting, paperwork, and anything he needed for his little business, which wasn’t so little anymore. Once he got popular in town, Tom let his brother handle himself after all his constant nagging. Then Tom was off doing his own thing, worrying about his own life and job. It got consistent, tedious, and boring to say the least.

But on a random summer day when Harry called Tom to deliver the bad news, Tom regrets ever thinking that his simple routine was boring.

“Tom, I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to find a new gym.”

“What? Harry, what are you talking about?” Tom drops his gym bag on the floor of his apartment, stopping short with Harry’s words. He presses the phone up to his ear, teeth nibbling on his bottom lip.

“I didn’t tell you before, but all my “loyal” customers have fled to the new fitness center down the street. You know, the one by the café?”

“Yeah…”

“It’s only temporary. I need to refurbish and find some more sponsors, and then hopefully, I can reopen.”

Tom sighs slowly into the empty air of his home, looking up at the ceiling in distress.

“I was trying to figure out how to tell you—”

“It’s alright, Harry. I’m glad you told me now. I’ll just… find a new gym.”

“If you go to my competitor, I won’t blame you.”

Tom replies with a hefty laugh.

“It’ll only be temporary.”

So, that’s what Tom has been doing—going to his brother's competitor. However, it was only supposed to be for a few weeks. But it ended up being a few months. Tom’s adjusted to the new gym quite nicely. He likes the wide variety of machinery and how many options he has. When he first came in, he was using machines he’d never even seen before.

Even though his gym was switched up on him, Tom is a routine kind of guy. It only took him a week to adapt to his new environment and get comfortable with everything. He developed a new schedule for his morning workouts since he can no longer go to the gym in the evening. He wasn’t necessarily a morning person, but for the gym-induced high, he would do it.

He had a specific day for arms, legs, chest, back, shoulders—everything. Over the years, he’s done his research on the body, and even took anatomy in high school.

Did that even help him?

To say he’s gym-obsessed isn’t too much of an overstatement, even if Tom disagrees. He would say he’s obsessed with his dog, but not the gym. He refuses to put himself in the category of “gym-bros” and dumbasses that live off protein shakes. Yeah, he likes those shakes too, but he wouldn’t die if he had more than one cheat day in a week. Tom likes to live his life outside of the gym, unlike those people.

Tom worked an average job with a good salary, and relatively lived an average life with good people. He didn’t go out much because he didn’t have many people to hang out with besides his brothers. Harrison has been his best mate since high school, but with both of their work schedules colliding, it’s hard to find the time. Plus, he’s been way too busy planning his wedding.

Yeah, a wedding.

Tom’s not surprised by the fact that Harrison’s getting married. In fact, he’s not surprised at all. Of course he’s happy for his best friend. He’s just… envious in a subtle way. Both Tom and him are 28 years old, and while Harrison met the love of his life and is starting a future with her, Tom is yet to even date a girl for longer than a few weeks.

He’s been on dates here and there, even had a few one-night stands in the past year, but after some time, he just gave up completely. Sometimes, a girl will smile at him or look him up and down, but he doesn’t even try to pursue them like he used to. For the few times that he is out with his friends or brothers and a girl is all over him, he’ll take the opportunity and bring her home.

But it never goes farther than that. And Tom is afraid he’ll never have more than that.

Shaking off the terrible thoughts to start his morning, Tom walks through the glass doors of the gym. He passes the front desk and towards the clean machines that are practically calling his name. The barely rising sun can be seen through the huge window panes along the entire building, making the scene look peaceful.

There were a couple of bodies in the area, but besides the delicate music seeping through the speakers, it was quiet. To Tom, this was tranquil.

After a few simple stretches, Tom snatches the jump ropes. He jumps until his muscles are loose and warm and they’re just itching to be challenged. Today, he decided to do legs with an additional ab workout just because. He was a little extra energized, and he craved for his body to be sore. He doesn’t do this often, but he needs to change it up once in a while, right?

Tom goes straight towards the leg press, knowing that that machine will fire his legs up immediately. When he starts his reps, he already feels the burn. He knows today is going to push his limits, but he’s ready.

—

About halfway through his workout, he wants to give up. But he knows that’s exactly when you need to keep going.

He’s struggling with his squats, really trying to lift these three plates that are taunting him. He can do two easily, which means he has to add weight if he wants to actually gain and keep his muscles. He takes a deep breath before trying to squat for the second time. He slides the padded bar over his ready shoulders. The weight is dawning and plummeting his own body to the ground.

As he lowers his legs, squatting with the best of his abilities, his lower back aches immensely before he drops the bar onto the matted floor. The plates clang against each other in the relatively quiet gym

“Fuck,” he groans and chucks off his headphones, clutching his lower back near his tailbone. This is now the second time he’s failed, but the first time he’s felt this pain. It wasn’t a shooting, sharp pain, but it was aching enough to warn him that he was positioning himself wrongly.

“Are you okay?” A woman’s voice asks concerningly a few feet behind him. Tom turns around too quickly, making his back hurt a little more. He tries to hide his hiss behind clenched teeth when he sees you.

Your eyes were wide with worry and your head was slightly tilted. You were sporting a tight sports bra with matching shapely leggings. You had a towel dangling in your hand and a black shirt in the other. Maybe it was because of his small pain, but Tom couldn’t help dragging his eyes down your body in awe. He hisses at the sight unconsciously.

“I’m assuming that’s a no,” You squint your eyes with a slight tease as you walk up to him. Tom nods while also fixating in the present. He had a tendency to drift off into his head if his imagination wandered enough.

“Yeah, I think I hurt my bad a bit,” he smiles while trying to stretch by twisting left and right.

“Maybe I can help? If you’d like me to,” You offer as Tom stares at you. Your eyelashes are fluttering almost innocently, and Tom is beyond intrigued. He nods with a charming smile, one that you just had to reflect back. It was easily one of the most gorgeous smiles Tom has ever seen.

“Just so you know, I kind of work here. Well—I mean—I do work here. I’m just new,” You rambled. You were a bit nervous. You were a certified trainer, but you’ve never trained someone outside of your schooling. Yes, you’ve done family and friends, but not a stranger. A random stranger who actually needs your experience. You’re not sure how you landed a job at this seemingly high-end gym, but you never question the good things that happen anymore; you just let them happen.

“Good to know. Since you offered, I assume you know what you’re doing,” Tom teases and you roll your eyes playfully. He eased some of your nerves.

When you ask how he was squatting, he explains what he was doing and when and where the pain was occurring. You nodded along to his words, collecting all of it and connecting it to your knowledge. You come to a conclusion long before he’s done and gaze at his body. You know a lot about anatomy and you’ve seen a bunch of bodies throughout your life.

But staring at his ripped and sweaty body has you feeling all warm and tingly. The morning sunlight seems to shine perfectly over his perspiration, twinkling as a few drops slide between his rigid muscles.

“I think you strained your back,” You say simply without blinking right as he finished talking. You shake your head as if you weren’t just ogling his muscles. What is wrong with you? You were supposed to be a professional.

“Oh,” Tom finally says with a slight frown to his face.

“Does it hurt when you turn as well or just when squatting?”

“Mainly just squatting,” he answers.

“Okay,” You give him a once-over as if analyzing him. You were analyzing him, just not in a very professional way. There was nothing professional about how your eyes turned hungry as they gazed at his blessed figure. “The best thing to do is to not sit. Or stop what you’re doing basically. I would say no more squats for a while or anything that strikes pain. But don’t terminate all your exercise. That will actually make it worse.”

Tom nods along to all that you’re saying with understanding. Everything that you’re telling him makes perfect sense, so there was a good minute where he zoned out and just stared at you. Your matching set makes your skin look smooth and defines every curve of your body. The way your hands moved as you spoke had him mesmerized like he was under hypnosis.

“Got it?” You ask as a heat floods up your neck. Tom blinks rapidly and mumbles a yes, but he looks all too distracted. He didn’t hide well that he was staring at you, but he didn’t seem like he was trying to either.

“Is there anything else?” Tom questions as the air between you two gets tense, voice lower than before. Panting and echoing machines are all that are heard in the space around you. You swallow your sudden nervousness that was about to cough up a whine. You wondered if he wanted you to say something else.

Maybe he wanted you to confess. Confess something that you were both thinking, but you both didn’t know.

“N-No,” You slightly stutter out when you answer, smiling to try to cover this feeling that’s bubbling up inside of you.

“Well, I guess I’ll just do the treadmill before I head out.”

“Right. Sounds good. Have fun!” You ramble as he walks away, chuckling with each step he takes. You turn away and your smile instantly falls as you groan to yourself, “Have fun? Why did I say that?”

You run your hand over your face as you try to regain your lost pride. When you walk back into the coach’s area, you slip on your uniform shirt, so people are aware you actually work there. You take a deep breath and mentally slap yourself in the head for being so unprofessional. You barely just started working here and you’re already breaking rules! You’re not allowed to have relationships with your clients. Wait, that’s a rule, right? Now, that doesn’t make much sense…

But you know for certain that thinking about someone sexually after just meeting them, rule or not, client or not, it’s inappropriate. You’ve never looked at someone and just completely melted at the sight of them. You can’t stop picturing the way his leg muscles flexed as he carried the heavy weight of the squat bar. Or the way his cheeks reddened and hollowed out air as he pushed himself to stand up straight.

Although you watch and help people work out for a living, you’ve never found it entertaining. But for some reason, your mind is just so utterly fucked over by this random guy that you’ve never seen before. He looks like he’s been doing it a long time, especially with that figure. Has he been at this gym for a long time? He seems like he has.

Your mind likes to wander and wander as you do busy work and wait for the day to end. From your area, you weren’t able to see the front doors, so you never saw the stranger again that day. You assume he left soon after your departure, but you wish that you saw him just once more. Maybe you’d get the confidence to catch his name and even offer a session. Free of charge, you imagine yourself saying accidentally because you’d be so distracted.

Throughout your shift you helped a few people and even assisted in the group exercise class. Though, you loved when you had one on one trainings the most because you got to see your client grow their strengths and their weaknesses.

As your shift came to an end, you collected your bag with a heavy sigh. It was only the afternoon, but of course you didn’t have any plans. You had spent a year working to become a certified trainer, but brought no one with you along the way. You took a gap year when high school ended to try to figure out what you wanted to do, and then you discovered training and you felt comfortable. You had some friends, but none were strong enough to stay with you. It was really just you, with the occasional hangout with your older sister who lectured you sometimes.

You felt lonely sometimes, but it’s not like you really tried to fix it either. You went out every blue moon, waiting for some magical miracle to occur. Nothing sprouts; no love, sex, relationship, or friendship spawned at your feet when you’re out late at night in a bar or club. So, you kind of just stopped going. Was it sad to say you kind of lost hope in dating and sex?

Besides the point, when you entered your apartment, you were alone. Just like most days when you weren’t busy researching ways to start a business.

Oh, was that mentioned?

You wanted to start your own business with your certification. However, it was hard because you had little to no experience in business. Your dad knew good tips and tricks, but he wasn’t experienced enough either. And since you were quite lonely, you hadn’t made many connections to people that might have loads of talent in the field.

One day, you would actually talk to someone, you swore. And they would help make your dreams of a business come to life. It’s not that you didn’t believe in yourself to make it happen; it was more than a reasonable goal. It’s just that you’re so unmotivated right now because of your lack of connections.

Ugh, why does life have to be so difficult?

—

Tom wakes up early with groggy eyes and a sore back. He had done some research online last night on how to sleep with a strained back. He was told to lay on his side with a pillow stuffed between his knees. But of course when he woke up in the morning, his body was flailed across his mattress like an eagle, pillows completely disregarded from him.

When he tried to sit up too quickly, a sharp pain erupted in his back, making him sit right back in the bed. Maybe he should just take his time like the woman at the gym said…

You were slightly disappointed you didn’t see the good-looking stranger again on your shift. You shamelessly glanced around the machinery, hoping to recognize his bulky shoulders and defined muscles, but they were nowhere to be found.

You got to see a few good bodies, but there was something about that stranger that just made your insides tingle.

Again, so unprofessional. This is why you can’t start a damn business!

—

Tom didn’t go to the gym for a week. A week!

His back was just in too much pain and lifting heavy weights sounded tortuous. He still went to work and went on evening walks with his dog, but he felt pretty lazy. He forced himself to take a week off of the gym to heal, and thankfully it worked. His mind kept lingering to the pretty woman who talked to him, but he kept excusing it with his pain. He must only be thinking of you because you gave advice he needs to remember, right?

By the next week, Tom was already back in the gym. He walked through those glass doors again, quickly checked in, and headed towards the machinery. He moved slowly as his eyes subconsciously tried to find you again. Tom had this… need to tell you that he’s okay and that your advice worked. Again, it was just an excuse, so he could talk to you again. Maybe he would see your name tag this time, or just ask for it blatantly.

He makes a quick once-over of the area, and is a bit disappointed when he doesn’t see you lingering. He goes straight towards the jump rope to refresh his muscles that have been resting for one of the longest times since high school.

Tom jumps and jumps and jumps… and then nearly falls over when he sees you turn around after doing a squat. The curve of your ass in those leggings made his mouth water and your charming smile made him crazy.

Before he knows it, you’re approaching him while he’s completely phased.

“Hey, I see that you made it back. How is your… back?” You ask, squeezing the towel in your hand with an intense grip. Your heart started fluttering a little from just the sight of him, and you wondered why you were getting so worked up over a stranger.

“It’s all good now! I think,” Tom chuckles while rubbing his neck. He nervously twists the rope between his fingers, trying to think of a way to keep the conversation going. “I, uh, never caught your name.”

Your heart skips a beat and a smile threatens to take over your face. It was such a little thing, but you’ve been wondering what his name was for the past week. A name to a face to fit your fantasies.

“Y/N,” You smile, but your eyes struggle to meet his face. He was just so gorgeous you felt like you might be blinded if you looked too long. “And you?”

“Tom,” he surely answered with a nod.

“That fits you very well.”

“What do you mean?” he questions and your eyes go a little wide. You hadn’t meant to say that. It sounds creepy and weird; to say that his name fits him… as if you were thinking about him.

“Well—like—I was wondering what your name was when I first talked to you and now that you said it, it makes sense. Not that I was thinking about you all week or something… that’s just creepy!” You awkwardly laugh after your ramble, thinking of the fastest way to leave this conversation so you can regroup. This is why your dating life is so shallow. You can’t hold a conversation for a second without rambling out nonsense or making a fool of yourself. It’s typical, really.

You thought he was going to laugh at you like a bully and walk away from your weirdness. But instead, he softly chuckles at your antics while staring at your face. Noticing that he’s still standing in front of you, you slowly drag your eyes up his body until you finally meet his eyes.

They’re that perfectly golden brown color that looks like oozing honey when reflected off the sun. Since you were only a foot away, you could see his nose was a little crooked and he had an uneven eyebrow. His hair seemed a bit unruly, but all you wanted to do was run your hands through it.

“I’ve been wondering what your name was, too,” he finally admits when the air around you feels like it’s closing in. Your heart was beating as if something was going to happen, but you knew nothing would. Nothing was going to happen in front of all of these people.

“Really?”

“Mhm,” Tom hums as he watches your pupils dilate and eyes struggle to look at him. He’s been thinking about you all week, he can admit that, but now you can’t even look at him? He wanted to see your pretty eyes. “I’ve been wondering about a few other things as well.”

“Oh? Like what?” Your voice was slightly breathless and you felt the need to check over your shoulder every second. You felt like you were breaking some rule and you were able to be fired on the spot. It felt so wrong, but you wanted to see where this goes. You were all too intrigued by this glorious man before you.

“Like why you can’t look at me.”

“What? I’m looking at you!”

“Not longer than a blink.”

“S-So? Do you want to have a staring contest or something?” You bite your tongue when you stutter.

“Maybe. I just want to see your pretty eyes,” Tom didn’t plan on calling your eyes pretty right off the bat, but his bluntness is what made you finally look up at him. He saw innocence as well as desire laced within your irises. And he wondered if you really had been thinking about him all week. If you had, that would confirm that you want more. It would confirm that Tom isn’t crazy, and that there is some type of spark in between you too.

Will a one-time thing, like sex, dull the craving spark, or ignite it?

“We can’t here,” You say barely above a whisper.

“Do what? A staring contest?” Tom begins to smirk causing you to groan. He’s got to be one of the cockiest people you’ve ever met, but he has every right to be. Usually, you hate men that know they’re attractive because their cockiness just makes them an asshole. But Tom is the funny type, who pretends to be cocky, but he’s actually really humble.

How did you get all of that from only two conversations with him? And they were barely conversations!

“You know what I mean.”

“I don’t, actually. Care to tell?”

“You want…” You can see the way he tries to hide his growing smirk and it tells you all you needed to know. The air thickened between you both, heavy with tension and heat. Your heart was racing and your stomach burned in a way that pushed your courage over the edge. You’ve needed something like this for a long time, you just never knew how long you actually needed it. “You want me to give you a session!”

Tom clicked his tongue at your teasing, slightly chuckling. You blinked your eyes as you flashed your fraud innocence at him.

“What does the session include?” His voice was low and deep. There was a certain rumble in his tone that made your legs feel like jelly and your mind go blank.

“I-I can show you. Let’s go in the back,” You try to remain as playful as possible, but you were absolutely losing it. You just wanted him to take control and kiss you as hard as possible; to do the unimaginable. Of course, the horniest you’ve ever been in your whole life is at work of all places. There’s no way there isn’t a rule about having sex in the gym. You’re sure people have done it before, but never employees. That had to have been prohibited.

But your desire is taking control of all your actions right now as you lead Tom through the gym and into your miniature office. Since you were relatively new, your office was in the back of the gym in a little room. The other offices for the more experienced trainers were near the front and were wide open to the public. You didn’t like how your space was so far away from everything because it made you feel disconnected, but right now, you’ve never been more grateful.

As you guide him into your office, you shut the door and push in the lock. You had a small wooden desk with a single picture frame and a laptop. A few different papers lie across, but you’re quick to stack them and slot them in the first drawer. When you stand back up, Tom is closer to you than ever, hovering right over you.

Your heart rate increases exponentially as his hungry eyes pierce your soul. Your impulses want to rip his shirt dramatically off of his torso, so you can run your hands all along his sweaty, ripped stomach. You’d make sure to kiss every centimeter of skin before landing on your knees for him. You’re almost positive you’d do anything he’d ask. Before you can even blink, he’s leaning in, cutting the distance and inching closer to your weekly fantasy.

“So what do I get?” His voice was breathy as his eyes flicked from your eyes to your lips. You couldn’t help but do the same.

“Anything. Anything you want,” You respond way too quickly, your desperation spilling out from you. Out of instinct, you took a step back from him, making your back bump into the wall. He was crowding your space as much as he could without actually touching you. And it was utterly killing you.

“What a generous trainer,” he placed his hand delicately on the wall next to your head. “Do you do this with all of your clients?”

“Only the fittest,” Your lustfulness made you brutally honest as if you had chugged truth serum. “But no, I’ve never… brought anyone back here before.”

“The first and the fittest. I might just have to book a session.”

“Luckily, a spot just opened. You can have it,” Your eyes meet him again. The second he sees your eyelashes flutter up, there’s nothing stopping him from kissing you. Not the tension, not the voices in his head, not the fear of someone knocking on the door asking for you.

Tom’s lips crash against yours in an eager kiss, lips melting together from the heat you’ve built up. It’s sweet and it’s salty, but it’s fulfilling that nagging ache you’ve wanted cured all week long. Your hands immediately find their way to his luscious curls, lacing your fingers through them just like you imagined. His rough-textured hand cups your jaw, angling you directing into his mouth when he slots a bit of his tongue inside.

His body presses forward against yours, rock-hard, stiff, and hot. The feeling of his heaviness and warmth was even better than you had conjured up in your crazy, little head. His rhythm was easy to rock with, and your body gravitated towards his. You whimpered into his mouth when his growing bulge poked the bottom of your tummy. Tom took that as a sign and popped off of your mouth. He trailed his wondrous mouth down your pulsing neck, causing you to stab your teeth into your lip to keep quiet.

Tom kissed and nibbled your skin without a care of who might see the marks. He didn’t know what would happen after all of this, but he wanted you to have at least one memory when it was all over. When reached your collarbone, he forced himself off of you.

“What do you want?” he grumbled.

“W-What? I don’t know! Anything, just do something, please.”

“You’re the trainer. You’re supposed to tell me what to do, no?” Tom’s teasing sends a tingle down your stomach that hits you straight in between your legs. “Do y’want me to fuck–”

“God, yes. Do anything, please,” You groaned, trying not to sound too desperate, but it was difficult when that’s all you were.

“Alright, alright, don’t worry.”

Tom pushed himself off of your body to remove his shirt. His glorious body was perfectly defined by his packed muscles wrapped in his tan skin. His skin looked so smooth, like a silky blanket. Your impulses got the best of you and before you could even think, they were roaming his god-like figure with curiosity.

“How are you so fit? Who is your trainer and how can I learn from them?” You question both jokingly and seriously. When he laughs, you can feel it vibrate through your fingertips and it makes you feel all fuzzy.

“I train myself, but I know some great cardio exercises I’d be willin’ to show you,” he winks as his hand lands on your hip. It was your turn to laugh now, your voice breaking the tight tension.

“Please,” You begged, tugging both of his hands toward you. It was your way of saying that he could do whatever he wanted now. “Go ahead.”

So he did. You removed your tennis shoes and then he yanked down your leggings. You were so needy at this point you didn’t even bother to discard your snug bra. If anything, you’re going to need its security with all the movement you’re about to do (hopefully).

His hands grabbed the hem of your leggings until they were completely off of your legs. You’re left in your soaking thong while he’s still in his loose gym shorts. Tom doesn’t waste another second because he’s growing just as impatient as you. He can feel himself twitching in his briefs, craving for a satisfaction that only you can seem to sedate.

Without a warning, Tom cups your mound with delicacy, fingers pressing against your aching hole. The gasp you let out is unwavering as your cunt clenches around nothing but your own desperation. He scrunches his palm, rubbing your underwear as you soaked through the fabric.

“Can feel that you’re soaking, darling,” Tom husks beside your ear, sending shocks of heat down your spine. You’ve never been so turned on in your life from someone, especially because of a deep, sensual accent like his. “Did I do this?”

“Yes, yes. All for you,” You nearly whined, but you withheld it with a strain. “Please just fuck me already.”

“What’s the rush, love? Got somewhere to be?” he taunted. You didn’t have anywhere to be and he seemed to know that. He was lucky you didn’t have any clients today or have any appointments. It was like the perfect coincidence that this occurred on this day. You’re grateful for the fate of the universe as he slips his hand into your panties to lace his fingers within your wetness.

“So fucking wet, love,” he grumbled so low you could barley hear it.

“I need it, please,” This is the most submissive you’ve ever been. You can’t recall a time where you have ever been this wet or needy for another man. There’s just something incredibly alluring about the man about you, rock-hard body and all.

“What do you need? Do you need me to put my finger in your tight, little hole? I bet it would just slide right in.”

“Fuck, Tom,” You growled in sexual frustration. His mouth spilled utter filth, but you were loving it. You felt the very tip of his finger nudging inside of you, causing your walls to clutch tightly. “I need you to fuck me. Please. No teasing.”

With an ever-growing smirk, Tom slips his hand out of your underwear and glides the material down your jelly-like legs. Your eyes never leave his hands, too scared to meet his intimidating eyes. You watch him with curiosity and desire as he tucks his thumbs in the waistband. His briefs come into your view and your eyes widen when you see the impressive bulge outline.

You swallow, intimidated by his size, especially since you haven’t had sex in a decent amount of time. He hasn’t even pulled down his underwear yet and you’re already frothing at the mouth.

“Do you have a condom?”

“I, um,” Your eyes wander around to your purse on the floor by your desk and you quickly bend down to pop it open. In one of your secret pockets, there is a nicely wrapped condom. “Here. I hope it fits.”

Tom laughs as he tugs his briefs down with ease. “You’re not good for my ego.”

You wanted to laugh in response, but you were too distracted by his cock. Mesmerizingly, you gaze at his hand stroking his veiny length, seemingly as desperate as you with pre-cum leaking at the tip.

Instead of grabbing the condom from your hand, Tom says, way too gravelly, “I want you to do it.”

So, with shaky hands and doe-eyes, you rip open the package and slide on the latex. The look on your face can easily make it seem like you’ve never even seen a dick before. But now looking at Tom’s, it feels like all the others are down the drain.

Within seconds, Tom has you back against the wall, one hand resuming beside your head and the other on your hip. Your heart jumped and pussy throbbed, waiting for him to break the lustful barrier in between you two.

“Ready?”

“Y-Yes,” You whimper as the head of his cock glides along your thighs before sliding in between them. Your arousal soaks the condom as he grips one of your legs, hoisting you up and around his waist. Your arms instantly wrap around his neck for security as your leg connects to him like a koala.

With one leg on the floor, you try to maintain your balance as he finally thrusts into you. You both collectively groan in sexual satisfaction, finally having your craving fulfilled. When you thought he had pushed all the way in, Tom pumps deeper inside of you, causing you to squeal.

“Shh, darling. Don’t want anyone to hear us fucking in your office, do you?” Your moans contradict his request, but you can’t help it. His hips were flicking up into you so fucking deliciously, and you couldn’t stop yourself from bucking right back into him. “Or maybe you do. You want someone to walk in and see one of their trainers getting their brains fucked out?”

“M-Maybe,” You couldn’t lie, the idea was enthralling. The idea and his dirty words made your toes curl and eyes roll to the back of your head. He knew exactly what to say and when to say it, almost as if he’d studied this.

“But I don’t want to get fired,” You whined a little too loudly.

“Well, then you better be a good girl and quiet down.”

In order to obey his demand, you brought one of your hands to cover your mouth. You allowed yourself to moan in your palm when his pace increased and he bottomed out completely. You could feel yourself fluttering around his cock as he rammed into you like no tomorrow.

His free hand traveled down to your clit and circled the throbbing bud with roughness. You shrieked against yourself, clenching tightly around his thick cock to compensate. Blindly, you are clawing at the skin on his neck and chest. Still, even when he was deep inside of you, you were terrified to look into his dark eyes.

With every thrust, you felt the way his muscles contracted against you. You felt and heard the way you drenched his cock even more with the sight. His muscles and body were the first thing that caught your eye about him to begin with, so you’re not totally surprised that you’re dripping from that.

He looks like a model. A statue. A god.

Small beads of sweat began to form on his abdomen, glazing down his chunks of muscle as he jammed harder into you. Your head hit the wall hard in ecstasy when he lowered himself to your neck and nibbled right below your ear. Every breath and groan that slipped from his mouth just sent you into overdrive and made you insane.

“I’m close,” You breathily warned, squeezing your leg tightly around him to push him even deeper. Tom groaned loudly on accident, too overpowered by the feeling of you.

“Wish I could hear your sweet sounds,” Tom mumbles as he pinches the top of your thighs to make you squeal. He resumes his attention on your clit, so he can distract himself from coming, because he knows he’s milliseconds away from absolutely losing it. “I know you’d sound so pretty screaming my name.”

“Tom,” You whimpered instead, eyes screwing closed. Your back began arching towards his buff chest and your breathing was becoming more rapid, indicating that your release was right around the corner. “I’m coming, shit.”

“Let go, love. C’mon, know you need it,” his lovely accent guided you through it with gravel encouragement. With another skillful rock of his cock, you were coming until you saw stars. Literally. Your eyes were closed so tightly that you saw little white specks in your vision. “There you go.”

Tom took that as his sign to finally relieve himself. As his thrust got sloppier, he helped you through it. With a fist to the wall and head in your shoulder, he came harshly in the condom.

Your body squirmed in his hold, already too sensitive. He gently let you stand on both feet, keeping you steady as you regained your balance. He removed the condom, tied it, and tossed it in the garbage.

“I can take out y’trash if you want me to,” Tom offered as you both slipped on your clothes. The humidity in the room seemed higher than ever, and then to put your clothes back on was just torturous.

“It’s alright, it’s not like anyone will go through it,” You reassured as you struggled to pull up your sticky leggings.

There was a moment of silence that made your heart rate pick up.You were both fully dressed and there was nothing stopping him from walking out. What was he thinking? Was he trying to find the best way to leave without being mean?

“I—” You both spoke at the same time, a flush burning your skins.

“Go ahead,” You insisted, too nervous and impatient for his response. He probably never wanted to see you again and that was fine, this was just a one-time thing that you will be thinking about occasionally. Or every day.

“Okay,” Now, Tom couldn’t seem to meet your eyes. He felt a tad nervous all of sudden as if he’d never talked to a girl before. He’s done this stuff loads of times, but he can’t help but get flustered like a school boy. “Can I… have your number? You can totally say no—”

“Yes,” You probably responded way too quickly, but you didn’t care. He wanted your number and you weren’t going to waste a second pretending to think about it. A smile grows on his face that was even bigger than his devilish smirk from earlier. “What does this mean?”

If you didn’t ask him, you would’ve been regretting it forever. You knew you wouldn't have had the courage to text him that question. What if he never even texted you, and he was just asking for your number to be nice?

“It means I’m going to text you.”

“Okay, well, thanks for clearing that up for me,” You rolled your eyes, but at least he was honest.

“Maybe ask you out too.”

“Really?” Your heart jumped on a trampoline in your chest, excitement bubbling up within you. You have been on a date in about a year, and Tom seems like a wet dream come true. You thought that maybe he wanted a friends with benefits arrangement, but a date? Is this real life?

“Yeah, if that’s something you want—”

“Yes,” You probably responded way too quickly, but you didn’t care. He wanted to take you on a freaking date and you weren’t going to waste a second pretending to think about it.

You did give him a free cardio session. The least he can do is take you out, right? What’s better than a free cardio session? Free food!

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thanks for reading, this isn’t my favorite thing i’ve ever written because it felt a bit forced… so sorry about that 😭

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meet-the-coffee · 1 year ago

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Tf2 McDonalds Headcanons: Coffee edition...

So, somebody posted a template thingy and I replied to that post. Here's my full thing with my own template made lmao,,

Link to inspiriational and original post here

So, my headcanons are like this:

Heavy:

I view Heavy as a pretty serious guy so I think he can go a little further up with Medic, yet not all the way still. He can once in a while "oke oke. Heavy could go for burger. Let's eat burger." And then chuckle. But he's very much born and raised with responsibility with his mom and sisters. He's responsible and nurturing. That is his nature behind that solid mountain of a man. (Read: official comics) This man starts ordering and he doesn't stop ordering /hj,, no but fr I think like, he, alone, orders for 3 people to eat for himself. The rest stares in horror and/or awe.

Medic:

Medic is peak "ve havf food at home. Quiet down nowv, QUIEEET."

Engie:

Engie should be middle between "we have food at home" and the chanting. I think he's the mom of the group a lot of the times (cooks and bakes for the team in my hc) but I think he would very much also like to bring the "kids" to mcdonalds sometimes because why not!! So mid right it is. Probably orders some burger and a coffee. Sometimes a water or sooometimes some soda.

Demoman:

Demoman is a drunk. Drunks love fat food. Him and Soldier are dumbasses and I view them as being quite child-like like this. Demo and Soldier are absolutely chanting for burgers. But also, I think Demo is just a sliiight bit more responsible (he's mama's boy!!) Demo orders a wholeass meal ok. Something with lots of meat and bacon and cheese. Drink? Bro drinks beer. He tries to order a beer. He does not get a beer. He shrugs and chugs the beer in his hand.

Soldier:

On that note, I see Soldier as a sliiight bit more possible to go HELL YEA BURGERS, drive the fking bus in via drive-through and go "FIVE CHEESEBURGERS AND A COKE. A REEAAL AMERICAN COKE... YEAHAH." And then eat all of the burgers for himself. He's not rude he's just oblivious lmao,, not many braincells scrambling around in there.

Pyro:

Scout and Pyro are absolutely screaming for mcDonk. Pyro wants happy meal. He fucking loves the toys. He collects them, even. Keeps him occupied in the car lmao... he always orders a milkshake. Maybe strawberry flavour.

Scout:

Scout orders a 20-box of chicken nuggets (like me!!) Or the big McShare-box with different stuff like chili cheese tops, nuggets and chicken clubs, (also like me. We both audhd as hell ok) and always a coke and/or a milkshake. (Sometimes he wants both!!)

Spy:

Spy doesn't give a fuck, he gets a coffee. He just needs a coffee to be able to withstand the drive home with the bunch of toddlers in the backseat. Only chance they get to order something is if Scout bounces in (after experience from first or second time) to go "AAAND AY UHHHHHH--". Spy scoffs in annoyance and tells him to sit down and shut up. Scout does neither. He wants chicken nuggets. But first few times, Spy really just sighs at the chanting, throws his finished cig out of the crack in the window, and exits the highway for mcdonalds. And then he just goes "one black coffee please." And they go "anything else?" And he just goes "Mercí, that'll be all." And start driving for the next window before they even tell him to (more to do so before anyone interrupts and protests).

Sniper:

Sniper is below middle on the left line - between . On occasion he's like "fk sake." And goes for a coffee and probably elbows Scout in his possessions before he can do what he does to Spy. And then after paying and driving off with his coffee, he just coldly goes "Like I said. We have food at home." Like Spy, he just needs a coffee to survive the drive home. And not get an impulse to drive straight off the road into the cliffside.

[Bows bows]

Thankuthanku, that'll be all !!

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 comics #tf2 memes #tf2 heavy #tf2 medic #tf2 engineer #tf2 demoman #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro #tf2 scout #tf2 spy #tf2 sniper #tf2 mercs #coffee talks shit again

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songofamazon · 4 months ago

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A Circle Unbroken

This was inspired by a prompt from @thedissonantverses Challenge Weekend: "A Circle Unbroken." That was begging to be a later scene in "Iron and Ice," my new-ish Neve Gallus x Vivienne de Fer fic.

It will definitely be edited to reflect whatever happens between chapter 1 and this once I get there, but I had fun imagining this bit today.

(1612 words)

Vivienne gazed down from her balcony near the peak of the White Spire of Orlais. The imperial palace had fallen, and soon after the Grand Cathedral. Smoke, Blight, and chaos wreathed the streets below, but somehow, the Circle still stood.

Somehow?

No.

Vivienne knew exactly how. She had seen to it that the White Spire would hold against the torrents of terror and violence outside its walls.

Leveraging Divine Victoria’s influence and her own authority over the Circle’s mages and templars, Vivienne transformed the fortified tower as a place of refuge for all who wanted it and were willing to leave any conflict at the gates.

Now, hundreds of clerics and other chantry staff tended hundreds more refugees from all races and walks of life right alongside the Circle’s mages. Templars and mages from more remote loyalist Circles, and even some from the so-called College of Enchanters, joined to their numbers. Living quarters were cramped. Blankets and curtains made temporary living spaces in the dungeons for those who wanted more privacy.

Mages healed the sick and renewed the wards against the threats outside. Templars guarded the gates and more precious storerooms, now that their duty of collecting and tagging refugee weapons was complete. There would be no fighting in this tower. The Divine’s most trusted clerics worked alongside Vivienne’s most level-headed templars to insure that. Existing Spire staff as well as capable refugees saw to food, sanitation, and cleaning in the tight spaces. And a single Gray Warden who had been traveling through Val Royeaux when chaos struck offered her services in ensuring that no Blight found its way inside.

Their operation was carefully monitored and adjusted at each level, and, so far, it worked. Sealing the gates five days earlier had been both the most important and most soul-wrenching act under Vivienne’s command.

Could they have fit a few more? Perhaps.

Would allowing entry to more have reunited more families and brought more supplies? Also perhaps.

But it could have just as likely brought conflict and Blight into their midst.

Vivienne already had too many in her care. She owed those charges security and well-being. She could not risk it.

She gazed past the smoky haze to the east. There had been no reply to her missives to Halamshiral in too many days. Fair few of her messenger birds from anywhere returned. Could the awakened Blight snatch a raven out of the sky? She shuddered at the thought.

And to the north? The horrible red light of the weeks-long eclipse cast shadows of blood.

Only divine-like power could have moved the moon and held it in such perfect, obscuring orbit—divine like magic already demonstrated by the unleashed Evanuris.

Vivienne would not speak those suspicions aloud. She left interpretation of the signs to the sermons of the Divine and her clerics. It was better that way. Let people have hope in their Maker.

As for her?

The Maker and his Bride felt more distant now than ever, with the earthly presence of the two ancient elven gods claiming divinity, power, and dominion for themselves.

Even Solas’ awakened power far out-stripped her own.

While Elgar’nan and Ghilan’nain took their seat of power in the North, it would not be long before they cast their blighted gazes South. Neve and her Veilguard would need all the power they could get to hold it back—without Vivienne.

Nothing good moved on that northern horizon. No messenger birds there, either. Only blood, fire, and death.

“Worrying about your allies?” the Divine observed as she approached.

Vivienne’s fingers went to the intricately worked though false gold and brocade collar necklace that Neve had bought off a hawker in Minrathous what seemed like an age ago. Vivienne had changed back into proper Orlesian fashion upon her return to the Spire weeks ago, but she couldn't seem to bring herself to put away the trinket.

Fine robes rustled at the doorway between her suite and the adjoining suite she had lent to the Divine.

“Always, your Radiance,” Vivienne admitted, “And my charges, the refugees, and the state of the world.”

“Vivienne! How often must I tell you? It’s Leliana in private,” she chided. “But as you say, it falls to all of us to worry, to pray, and to serve those who need us.”

“As we do here.” What did Leliana want from her today? Or rather, what need had the clerics—or her spies—identified within the Spire? Neither woman had the luxury of idle chatter these days.

Leliana smiled knowingly at her. “You express more than you think, Madame de Fer. And I was once an accomplished player of the Game.”

“But I think,” Leliana started impishly as she joined Vivienne at the balcony railing, “You are missing your lady love most of all.”

Vivienne jerked her hand away from the necklace. “I have uttered no such—“

“You never stopped, my dear.” Vivienne favored her with a weary smile.

“Just don’t tell my clerics. But you’re deflecting,” Leliana teased, then sobered, “But there is never anything wrong with worrying for those you love—or in loving at all.”

“My dear Leliana, you know as well as I do that women of our responsibility have naught the time nor the risk of vulnerability for love.”

“So you say,” Leliana hummed to herself. “Don’t fear. I hold secrets close. But, you haven’t heard from them recently?” She shifted subjects so quickly, Vivienne had not time to protest. Leliana had that infuriating knack, which she deployed so cheerfully.

“No,” Vivienne admitted with a sigh, her gaze tracing north again, in some desperate, frivolous hope of a messenger bird. “Not since the eclipse started. All of us—those of us mages with sufficient skill to sense it—are certain the power that wrenched the moon from its place came from the north. Likely Tevinter.”

“Where your Scout Harding and the rest of her team have been working,” Leliana nodded solemnly. “I have heard nothing from her or any of my people outside of Orlais either. I don’t think my birds can get past the miasma.”

Vivienne forced herself to turn away from the balcony edge. “And so we focus on what is here, and try to plan for a future past this ruin, do we not?”

“One day at a time,” Leliana agreed, then drifted back towards her suite’s door. She paused suddenly, half-way across the common room. “Vivienne? I believe your closet is knocking.”

“What?” Vivienne strode towards her, hearing the polite knocking of a hand against wood as well. The eluvian! Her fingers shook as she pulled the keys from her belt and rushed to the doors. Drawing them open, her heart sank.

A young woman with Dalish tattoos not unlike the Inquisitor had once worn stood silhouetted in the dreamy shimmer of the elven mirror. She wore the colorful, gilded leathers that Vivienne had come to recognize as one of the Veil Jumpers.

Looking only a little shaken, the Veil Jumper announced, “Correspondence for Grand Enchanter Vivienne de Fer.”

Masking a disappointment that she would not name, Vivienne replied coolly, “I am she.”

“Then this is for you,” she produced a folded letter addressed to Vivienne with a shaky, childish penmanship.

Rook.

Vivienne broke the seal and skimmed the note. There was no mention of Neve, but the child who called herself the leader of the Veilguard yet lived, and the ‘god’ Ghilan’nain was dead. There was hope.

“What is it?” Leliana asked, drawing nearer.

“A council of allies is being called to the Lighthouse in the crossroads,” Vivienne replied, “To plan a final assault on Elgar’nan’s seat of power, to which I have been invited, as Grand Enchanter of the southern Circles.”

“Do you wish to send a reply,” the Veil Jumper asked, adding an awkward, “My Lady.” This one had obviously only ever heard of court.

“You will go, obviously,” Leliana said.

“You assume much, your Radiance,” Vivienne countered, “My people need me, here.”

“Your allies up north are going to assault the throne of a god,” Leliana stepped closer. Her playful lilt had been replaced by the steel of a spymaster. “They need you! Maker, Thedas needs you! They need us, the whole White Spire.”

“But—“

“I will not be interrupted, Grand Enchanter,” Leliana’s hair fell freely around her face in the privacy of their rooms, but all the regality of the sunburst throne hung on her countenance. “Your system of care for the refugees here can practically run itself, and what cannot, I will see to. The mages, templars, and any others who would wish to fight this new world order deserve a chance to do so. Your eluvian crossroads and ‘council of allies’ provide the chance to do so. Would we not regret giving all we could to save this world we love—who we love—if our help could tip the balance from defeat to victory?”

Breathless, Vivienne’s heart raced. She pushed away the memory of a Tevinter woman’s wry smile, those lips on hers.

“If that is what the Most Holy decrees,” Vivienne dipped her head in a bow. It was a show for their visitor, of course, but perhaps just the reminder she needed.

“It is.”

“Then,” Vivienne turned back to the messenger, “Please inform dear Rook that she can expect my presence as soon as I assess our resources and settle matters here.”

The Dalish woman gave a shaky smile of relief. “I will convey your reply.”

“And we will make ready.” Vivienne waited until the messenger retreated back into the Eluvian to lock it up again.

There was much to do, but—

I’m coming. Neve, I’m coming.

#dragon age #datv #datv spoilers #veilguard #vivienne de fer #neve gallus #divine victoria #leliana #writing challenge weekend

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gayfanservice · 1 year ago

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Dylan Lenivy x Male Reader

Reader teaches kids archery bcuz I want to learn it and think it’s cool (edited lol)

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Putting chairs in place, art supplies in the right area, filling up the towel bin or praying the radio turns on for just one more year, picking up garbage that somehow got there and cleaning away cobwebs. Except Jacob, who refused to go into the cabins until the spiders were gone. Whatever needed to be done to prepare for the kids’ arrival.

There wasn’t much that needed to be prepared at the archery corner of the camp, just a little shack cleaning and inspecting the arrows and testing the bows to make sure they wouldn’t break on a kid. There was one bow in particular that the kids were not allowed to touch, and that bow belonged to (Y/N). It looked like every other bow, only having a different color scheme and being slighter bigger than the others. He even had his full name carved into the wood in case the children can read.

“I’m sure Mr. H. wouldn’t mind if I take a few practice shots. Probably. Hopefully… meh.” (Y/N) shrugged, Mr. H. wouldn’t come this way anyway, and there was still half an hour before the counselors had to meet at the lodge to greet the campers.

He grabbed arrows, not counting the exact amount and dropping them on the ground beside him, disobeying his own rules that he will make the children follow. No one’s here to witness his crimes, so it’s fine. (Y/N) snickered at himself, loading the bow and straightening his stance, taking a deep breath to steady his hands, I wish I ate breakfast. his stomach growled. His hand stretched back, the familiar faint burning creeping up his muscles as he aimed towards the round target.

(Y/N) took another sharp breath, straightening his arms and legs as he pulled back the string. The chirping of birds and rustling of the wind drowning into the background, focusing on nothing but the target in front of him.

With one swift movement, his fingers left the arrow and away it flew into the target, hitting the red inner circle but not smack-dab in the middle. So close to being a cool movie character. He sulked, picking up another arrow from the ground and equipping it to the bow’s string.

“Whoa, good job!” Clapping ensued behind him, the sudden noises making (Y/N) literally jump and land on an arrow he left on the ground with a SNAP.

“Fuck!” From both being startled and breaking an arrow.

The guy, Dylan as (Y/N) saw when he turned, wore a guilty expression has he nervously smiled, “Oh shit, sorry, man,” (Y/N) picked up the broken arrow pieces, groaning and thanking god that was the only damage done.

“Mother- fuck me, man.” He picked up the other two arrows, finally counting how many he had.

“Whoa, you want to fuck your mother?” (Y/N) stopped, staring into the void of dumbass-ness (Dylan).

“I- what- huh? Dude,” He stammered, completely dumbfounded at what Dylan just fucking said him after causing him to break camp equipment, even though it was his fault. Dylan still had that goofy smile on his face, obviously trying to make the mood lighter. A smile broke onto (Y/N) face, then cackling as he gave up trying to stone-face Dylan, “Dude, what the fuck?” He laughed, suddenly remembering how Dylan made him quite literally jump and laughing harder, wheezing almost. Dylan joined in, his dorky grin growing. “Bro, why’d you do that? I could’ve hurt myself!” (Y/N) playfully scolded, walking towards the target and ripping the arrow out of it.

“I just wanted to come see how the others were doing, I didn’t know you were a wuss,” he followed (Y/N) to the shack, “besides, isn’t it, like, your number one rule to not put equipment on the ground?” Dylan held the door open as (Y/N) put his bow and arrows away, deciding to hide the broken one and hopefully blame it on a kid later.

“Three, actually,” (Y/N) replied, walking out and locking the shack with the keys Chris gave him. “No one was supposed to see; no witnesses, no crime.” He shrugged, “I would’ve gotten away with it too if it wasn’t for you meddling kids,” He joked as he walked towards the lodge, Dylan following behind, hands in a surrendered pose, “I won’t tell if you won’t,” (Y/N) rolled his eyes, “Sure, buddy,”

“So,” Dylan started, eyes glancing around the trees and trail, “you arch?”

“Huh?” (Y/N)’s face contorted in confusion, wondering what the fuck is going through his head.

“Archery, you arch, y’know?”

“… uh, yea-s?” (Y/N)’s favorite, socially awkward boys. Cute, socially awkward boys.

“Cool, cool,” He trailed off, “So, how long have you been into it?”

“Oh, uh, well, did it on a school field trip once, like, eight years ago maybe? I don’t know, but I liked it so I begged to do lessons and now I’m here.” Good story telling skills.

Dylan hummed, keeping his eyes to the ground in front of him as they talked. “So, is it fun?” He paused for a moment, “Like, just shooting stuff?”

(Y/N) snorted, Just shooting stuff. Sure. “Well, it’s more than ‘just shooting stuff,” he quoted with his fingers, “It’s, uh… it’s kinda just nice, I guess. Feeling the arrow zoom away and hearing it hit what you were aiming for. It could also be a good stress relief.” (Y/N) shrugged, kicking a tiny rock in his path.

“Cool. I’ve always thought about trying it, seems interesting.” His eyes scavenged the area around them, feeling heat rise up his neck and into his face. Probably the heat.

“Well,” (Y/N) started, sheepishly, “If you want, maybe one of these days I can show you the ropes.”

“Don’t you mean ‘string’? Heh, get it? ‘Cause-” (Y/N) interrupted Dylan with a soft punch to his arm, a grin on both of their faces.

“Yes, Dylan. I get it.” Dylan’s goofy smile stayed on his face as he rubbed his arm in fake pain, “So, you in?”

He pretended to be in deep thought, crossing his arm and rubbing his chin as he hummed, “Y’know what? Sure, it’s a date!”

(Y/N) coughed, suddenly forgetting how to breathe as he felt his face become warmer, “Yeah, okay then, it’s a date.”

Dylan’s face began to hurt from smiling so much, but it was worth it when (Y/N) was the cause of it.

“Fuck, what time is it?” The two panicked, not having phones to check the time didn’t help. “Fuck, run?”

“Run.”

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It’s short, its bad, i dont care hope someone likes it and maybe request some quarry

#the quarry x reader #the quarry x male reader #dylan lenivy x male reader #dylan lenivy x reader #im back in the quarry again lmao

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jaggedwolf · 14 days ago

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TSCOSI Ficlets #6

Being gay and petty

Arkady is completely fine with this. Liu and Park have played married couple before, and this time Arkady has eyes and ears on the con.

"My wife has always wanted to see an exhibit of the latest fossils imported from Rosalind," scoffed Park. "After I was so long away from the war, I was certain this was the least I could do. But if this museum can't handle-"

"Of course not," rushed a nervous usher, "I'm sure you can find your way inside, no need to worry about our scanner failures at all."

"We really appreciate it," said Violet, voice pitched at least an octave higher than her normal one, which made Arkady's reaction to this even more stupid. She's fine. It's fine. The security camera caught Violet clutching onto Park's arm, craning her head up to shoot him a sweet smile. "We haven't had a night out together in so long, right, Harry?"

"Indeed," replied Park, an arm around Violet's shoulder. As the two of them entered the museum, Arkady resisted the urge to edit the Iris's crew roster to saddle Park with more chores.

At the very least, she wasn't going to laugh at his next few jokes, no matter how funny they were, thought Arkady, as she switched her screen over to an overview of the museum's security systems.

"How many fingers am I holding up?"

As a gunshot rang out, Krejjh asked, “How many fingers am I holding up?”

Arkady grinned, lips slick with blood. Trick question. “Four. But you only have three to a hand, so you’re holding another hand behind this one. Nice tr—” A coughing fit racked through Arkady’s throbbing ribs, and oh, one of them was definitely broken. Liu would be pissed about that. Probably already pissed about the rest of it.

Krejjh’s grip on Arkady’s shoulder tightened. They forced a grin on their face. Seemed pointless. Not like Krejjh did the cons. Krejjh said, “Great guess. Sharpshooter McCabe?”

“Clear. Still no signal on the comms, and I’m out of ammo. I don’t think the next merc will be chased off with an empty gun. Can she stand?”

When Arkady squinted, she made out the hazy outline of McCabe’s lanky figure, behind where Krejjh crouched in front of her. McCabe had their back pressed against the wall next to the open door. Only a sliver of them visible to anyone walking by, their feet in that position Arkady had corrected them on the other day. The other week.

Arkady shot up to her feet, jerking out of Krejjh’s grasp. She made to take a step forward through the blurred room in front of her, but her right foot gave way as soon as it made contact with the floor.

“That’s a no,” said Krejjh, voice as breezy as ever as they looped their lower left arm around her waist. They leant down their shoulder and pulled Arkady’s arm across it.

“Sharpshooter McCabe,” said Krejjh, “lead us out of here.”

When Arkady looked up, Krejjh was holding out their gun with one of their right arms. McCabe obeyed with a swiftness of movement that they only seemed capable of with a gun in their hand.

“Are you sure?” McCabe’s hand hovered over Krejjh’s gun.

Krejjh jerked their head towards Arkady. “I have her. The vanguard is yours.”

“Shit.” McCabe blanched as their eyes swept over Arkady. “We need to get her to the ship.” They glided to the doorway, calling back. “Coast is clear. Let’s go.”

“I’m fine,” said Arkady, as Krejjh supported her limping. She coughed, clutching at her ribs with her free arm. She spat a mouthful of blood as they passed through the doorway.

“Stop talking,” muttered McCabe, taking them further down a dark hallway. Couldn’t make out specifics, and squinting was hurting more and more.

Krejjh didn’t say anything, but Arkady didn’t like their expression as they continued supporting her weight, or the now-empty holster on their right side.

“C’mon, don’t be like the others about this.” Arkady tapped their knuckles against Krejjh’s shoulder. “They weren’t even trying to kill me, just rough me up a bit.”

“That isn’t much better, First Mate Patel.” Krejjh frowned, a movement that brought all four of their eyes further down their face.

“It is,” said McCabe, darting around a corner to clear it. Stupid risk. No gunshots rang out.

“What?” said Krejjh.

McCabe came back around the corner, gesturing impatiently. “Can you move her faster?” They continued, “It is much better. If they wanted to kill her, she’d have been dead before we got to her.”

“See?” said Arkady, equal parts smug and dizzy.

Krejjh pulled Arkady along harder, a low trill of dissatisfaction warbling in their throat. “Next time we split up the crew, I call dibs on the other three.”

Journalism

Violet pushed her reading glasses up the bridge of her nose, resisting the temptation to sigh. It wasn't the first time she'd squinted at one of Juniper's creations. A crayon drawing from a five year old, a scrawled out report about the state of family dinners from an eight year old, school notes from an eleven year old who needed to be quizzed. More.

Forty years of her younger sister thrusting her work at her and going "Look at it, Vi, look at it!"

The Juniper across her desk scrolled through her tablet in silence. She had a grey streak in her hair, one she sometimes dyed, sometimes didn't. The only betrayal of her perfect composure was the occasional twitch of her pen, or the glances stolen when she thought Violet wasn't looking.

"Seriously?" said Violet.

Juniper's head jerked up.

"The Voice Heard Around The Galaxy," read out Violet from the notebook in her hands. "Isn't that a tad...dramatic?"

"You've lived a dramatic life."

"Lots of people did."

Juniper narrowed her eyes. "You haven't said no."

"I'm really busy these days. The semester started two weeks ago, I've brought on a new-"

"No, none of that, Professor Liu," interrupted Juniper. God did Juniper love annoying her with that title. "If you don't want to do this profile, say so, and I won't bring it up again."

Violet placed the notebook on her desk. "Why do I sense there's a 'but' coming?"

The corner of Juniper's mouth twitched. "But I'd like to know why. I think this could be good. Really good. So many people still don't know the story."

"I guess," said Violet slowly, "I don't understand why your magazine would pick-"

"Me?"

"What? No?" Violet would've laughed, if it weren't for the expression on Juniper's face. Theirs had never been a sentimental sisterhood. They'd grown closer after the Iris, yes, but Violet supposed a sentimental older sister would've had a scrapbook or some other old-fashioned way of collecting all of Juniper's articles and awards over the decades.

Violet had an alert on Juniper's name, read every article, and occasionally messaged her about them. Violet shook her head. "Anyone else wouldn't even make it into my office. You know that."

"Then what don't you understand?"

"Why me?" asked Violet.

Juniper looked as confused as she had when she was nine and Violet had made the mistake of trying to explain imaginary numbers to her. Like Violet had said something incompatible with reality.

"Even if you limited yourself to the crew of the Iris 2," said Violet. "Brian and Krejjh have a story for the ages. Park's done so much work within the government, Sana even more outside of it. McCabe - okay, McCabe would run away screaming from an article about them. So would Arkady, which is a factor here."

At that last comment Juniper raised both her hands in acknowledgement. Violet suspected Juniper had already accounted for that.

"I've been a biology professor," continued Violet. "Why me?"

"Since the restoration, that's all you've been doing? Teaching and research? Either way, it doesn't matter." Juniper leaned forward, tapping her pen on the open notebook. Right on that dramatic title.

"You're correct," said Juniper, "everyone you've mentioned has a great story. But it's your voice on that first report." Her gaze shifted up from the notebook to meet Violet's. "You almost dying. Somehow surviving. The rest of it. That's the story I want to tell. If you'd let me."

"I'll need to think about it. And talk it over," decided Violet.

"Good." Juniper's eyes twinkled. Did she already know which way Violet was leaning? "Hold on to the notebook."

Startled, Violet asked, "Are you sure?"

"It only matters if you say yes." Juniper stood. "And I have a copy."

Of course she did. Violet stood as well, brushing her hair behind her ears, and walked Juniper to the door.

"Oh," said Juniper, a sharp smile on her lips. She nodded towards the direction of Violet's window. "Tell the missus I said hello."

"Please don't call her that at lunch next week."

"No promises," said Juniper, and she was off.

Violet sighed. She looked in the same direction Juniper had as she walked back to her desk. On the windowsill was a potted mint plant, two metal discs hovering above it. One for light. One for water.

She picked up the notebook, her thumb pressed against its spine.

Tonight would be an interesting conversation.

Uniforms

"Look alive, Liu." Ali slammed shut the cab door of the ambulance, back in far less time than his smoke breaks usually took. He gripped the wheel. "New war reject's poking around."

Not another call, then. Violet's nose twitched. She wouldn't have used Ali's name for the injured soldiers who'd recently made up the bulk of new guards around here. It made sense that the IGR would fill roles this way during the war, humanity was tight on manpower as it was. But it wasn't only Ali calling them that. And sometimes even Violet wished that those guards would—she'd have appreciated a little more—she'd hoped for—

Three sharp knocks on the open back doors of the ambulance interrupted Violet's thoughts, followed by a gruff "Inspection."

"Come in," said Violet. Ali may have been the one who drove the ambulance, but when it came to the patient compartment, Violet reigned. (Or as Ali had put it to her one day over lunch: If anything's wrong there, they'll blame you first.) She forced herself to complete the last finishing touches to the gurney before turning around to face the new guard.

Ali had guessed right. Guard's haircut was prototypical military, she certainly had the musculature for it and she looked very comfortable with that holstered gun. The oddity in her balance wasn't from that but from an injury, Violet surmised. The left knee, probably.

The guard coughed. Shit, had Violet been caught staring?

"Well, we just finished up a call," said Violet. Another mistake. She could hear Ali's wince.

"What kind of call?" asked the guard.

"Heart attack," said Violet. There'd been much worse calls for the guard to ask about. This one had been standard, and she reported as much. Man in his late sixties, wife called the ambulance, he’d died en-route despite all the usual attempts to save him.

“I see,” said the guard, dark eyes ominously sweeping through the patient compartment. Drug check was next, Violet went over the supplies in her head even though she’d already checked them less than half an hour ago.

“Well, this all looks good.” The guard awkwardly nodded, turned on her heel and strode off.

What. Violet stared blankly after her.

More limped off, really. Must have been a bad injury for her to be limping and still get posted as a guard. Or the IGR was really tight on manpower. Or both. Ugh.

“Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth,” said Ali. “It might bite you.”

“Don’t think that’s how that saying goes,” said Violet, but she let herself sit back on the bench seat to relax. Must have been the guard's very first day on the job. She hadn’t even introduced herself.

Though Violet had caught sight of her nametag on the uniform. Officer Patel. Hm. Never knew which of those guards were repeats and which would get circulated all over the city.

They could do a lot worse than have Office Patel as the regular guard assigned to them, that was for sure.

Tied To A Chair

“Are you sure about this?” asks Captain Tripathi.

“No.” Park grips the chair arms before forcing his muscles to relax. The lights of the Iris’s mess hall are blindingly bright. A strategy deployed in Zone Z to some effectiveness. He files away a suggestion to leave them on tonight, but he first needs to ensure the captain doesn’t delay this initial step. “But you should be.”

“I don’t-”

“He’s right.” From the captain’s side, Arkady keeps her gun on him as Brian finishes up with his legs. “Jeeter, check that the cables are locked before you move on to his arms.”

“On it.” Brian glances up at Park’s face with an apologetic expression.

Arkady continues, “Either Park’s telling the truth, and some unknown IGR mind-control bullshit is the reason he shot McCabe, or-”

“I’m lying, and a double agent,” finishes Park. “Or triple agent, I suppose.”

Brian starts locking Park’s right arm to the chair. “I really don’t like those options.”

“I don’t think any of us do,” says Captain Tripathi.

Park turns his gaze away from her and the other two. He is conscious of his entire body, and senses no sign that he’s about to attack, but that hardly mattered with McCabe.

He heard the gunshot before he registered his finger pulling the trigger. His single eye sufficed to take in the red streaking across their arm, the guilelessness of McCabe’s eyes even as their body reacted to protect them - they moved on instinct and whipped out their own gun before dropping it from shock.

Their Academy record is well-earned. Park takes a measured breath. “McCabe is a trained agent.”

Captain Tripathi flinches. “That doesn’t make it better, Park. Violet’s confirmed it’s only a graze wound on their arm, but-”

“If they hadn’t moved,” says Park, “my shot would have hit them in the chest.”

Judging from the changing expressions on everyone’s faces, left unspoken but understood is the knowledge that they’re lucky his target wasn’t Brian, Violet or even the captain.

“Shit,” says Arkady. “What the hell did they put in you?”

“I honestly don’t know.”

“I know this must bring back painful memories,” says Captain Tripathi, dark eyes searching his, “but if there’s anything at all you can remember, that could be really useful. And give us a better strategy than tying you to a chair.”

“Uh, all done with that by the way,” says Brian, giving the cables a final tug. Arkady holsters her gun.

“With all due respect, Captain, a mind-control chip would have been very memorable.” Park had gotten information on McCabe’s state without directly asking for it, which meant sharing his next concern wouldn’t reflect suspicion back to him. “My arm clearly didn’t point the gun at random, either.”

“So whatever’s in you also has your eyes-uh, eye,” says Arkady. “If you’re telling the truth.”

“And possibly my other senses.”

“That doesn’t make sense, though,” says Brian, “Wouldn’t the IGR have known to intercept us at Telemachus or New Jupiter then, if they can see whatever Park sees, or hear whatever he hears?”

“Maybe the tech’s intermittent,” suggests Arkady, “or has to be within range of a base station.”

“There’s too many unknowns here,” says Captain Tripathi. “Arkady, when Violet’s done with McCabe, I want the two of you to brainstorm how we can find out what’s in Park.”

“Yeah.”

“In the meantime,” Park says, “it’d probably be best to say as little as possible in front of me, until we know more.”

The captain nods. “Is it alright if we step out for a bit to discuss things then? One of us could stay, keep you company.”

“That’s really not necessary.” Between a better chance of figuring out what was wrong with him and the company, he’d pick the former any time. “And…”

“And?” asks the captain.

None of them would suggest it themselves. He doesn’t feel like some absurd super-soldier from the vids. Yet.

He felt no different this morning. If McCabe’s file is accurate, today is the first time McCabe has ever been shot. Their first injury since starting at the Academy. To deprive the IGR of even one more possible source, no matter how small-

”Brian, could you move my eyepatch to my other eye?”

“Dude. Isn’t that like, kind of excessive?”

“Makes sense,” says Arkady. The captain suspiciously says nothing.

“Don’t worry,” says Park, “They didn’t take my eyelid, so it’s not too horrendous under there.”

“Small mercies, huh.” Brian’s fingers fumble with the strap before he figures it out. The eyepatch descends over Park's good eye. “There we go.” Darkness surrounds Park.

No. Words crowd his throat, his tongue, his lips. Don’t leave me alone in the dark again, I’ll tell you anything you want, here is every flaw in every report I’ve ever written, here is every battle I fought in during the war, here is every planet I ever lived on, here is-

“Park?” The captain’s voice rips him back to reality.

He swallows down the words, grateful that he learned long ago how to blank his face on pure instinct. Don’t be a problem. “Yes, I can’t see anything. You can go on, I might even take a nap.”

“Alright,” said the captain, something undecipherable in her tone, “we’ll be back soon.” There’s the sound of what sounds like murmured agreement from Arkady and Brian, or perhaps his other senses are imagining things once more.

It’s not till after he hears the door slide shut that he digs his nails into the chair, arms flexing against the cables trapping them. He isn’t a goddamn child. This isn��t Zone Z. At least a portion of the crew will return within a few hours.

This isn’t Zone Z. He isn’t going to let them break him again.

#dug through some old stuff in honor of tscosi s3 and can i say i truly forgot i ever wrote the uniform au meeting one #hopefully I will catch up on the minisodes and s3e1 over the weekend #mine #tscosi #ficlets #what even did I tag these

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