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[wonryllis]

✶ 𝟭𝟳𝟳𝟱 (𝓥 ) SATAN'S IMAGINATION, AGENT ENHYPEN.

╰ 𝖠𝖫𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖭𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖵𝖤𝖫𝖸, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗋.

THE ATELIER. agent!enhypen hanging on that line between act and reality with agent!reader. word count 1261 CONTAINS— fluff, suggestive, fem!reader. ( ARCHIVE? ) pls reblog!!

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 he feels his breath caught in a dangerously thin line between staying professional and kissing the hell out of you, your body pressed against him between the narrow shelves.

he's probably at fault for blowing your cover earlier but all he can think about right now is the way the light through the windows make your glossed lips glow and your messy hair look sensual.

each inhale and exhale a battle against his self-control.

"do you think they noticed?" your voice sounds more tempting than ever in the low whisper you let out against his chest and heeseung swears he's fighting demons right now. "i hope not," he sighs heavy, feeling himself leaning into you, getting carried away as his conscience slowly slips and cracks.

lips almost brushing when you suddenly look up, wide eyes boring into his,"i think they just walked past," unaware and painfully oblivious of what your partner was about to do to you. of how he was ready to devour you.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆 with the biggest lovesick smile ever, jay watches you act coy in your character, gently excusing yourself to the washroom.

"act like you want me, but more like you love me," your soft words tingle his ear as you discreetly whisper to him just before you leave the dinner table. are you dense or are you just too professional? there is no way you think the look on his face isn't already giving away his feelings to all these people around the table you're supposed to fool.

he chuckles deep and smitten as he stands seconds after,"i apologize gentlemen, but my love needs my help," excusing himself as well.

with each step he takes towards you, he realizes the wicked idea you have in your wicked little brain.

his heart skipping beats and blood rushing everywhere when you throw yourself at him, dragging him to bathroom with your lips hovering over his making sure the targeted people get a glimpse of it and get the wrong idea.

𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐔𝐍 jake grins wider as your palm presses flat against his chest first and then fingers curl to mimic a gun, your tips emulating a spark of electricity through his veins, feeling the blood pump harder in his heart.

"you better not take advantage of our cover to steal kisses, sim," it is crazy how he feels disappointed yet amused at the same time, you doing this right now is the hottest thing ever but you refusing to let him kiss you later is a tad bit upsetting plus you knowing he loves to do that has him dazed.

"can't promis—" his breath gets knocked out mid sentence as you grab him by his tie and smash your lips together in a sloppy and short kiss.

"that's is all you can have for the night, focus on the mission agent three,"

now that was hotter than the hottest thing you could have ever done to him, and you decide to do it right before work. oh how he wishes he had kissed back harder and show you just what you'd be missing out on later.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 his eyes scan across your rather overly feminine dressed figure amble over to him, stance seductive and alluring in the red cocktail gown he helped you pick hours ago.

"that was disgusting," he says as soon as you stop beside him.

he was glad the mission was successful and he was so glad he picked this dress for you. feeling a sense of pride that he has always been the first one to see you dolled up and that he has always been your date and that he has always been gotten to take you home at the end of night.

the only thing he feels jealous about right now is that while he has always been all that, it has always been the targets who get to feel you all up and who get to see your siren side showing them how it would be if you were interested in them.

"well it wasn't for you anyway, mr hotshot," you bite back and sunghoon almost breaks on the verge of exposing that he'd die for it to him, for you to seduce the heck out of him.

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐖𝐎𝐎 the hawk-like focus sunoo had on you seemed so normal to you both, you didn't even realize when it turned into something possesive and unfitting for agents just working together.

perhaps it was for the reason that you two had been paired up together for couple missions, or perhaps it was because you both trained together everyday. there was this sense of belonging you had developed, unaware of how it was changing things in your work dynamics.

"your gaze is so fake, come on baby i know you can give a more sultry one, remember our practice?" sunoo speaks through the in-ears, his eyes locked with yours across the other end of the vip club, watching you try to seduce the target.

the sparkle of tension crackling in the air as you held the eye contact, sunoo's ego blasting at the back of his mind knowing he's the only one who's seen the real thing.

"just imagine it's me, and finish it up so you can actually come back to me,"

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍 his gaze is envious and bitter, feeling his blood boil over the revelation you just made. "so you know him well?" the tone being one of grudge and spite, he continues to watch you strap on the weapons around you body. places under your dress where one would probably not have the chance to touch, unless it's him.

which amplifies his jealousy to a staggering height at the realization that the target you are chasing this time probably has touched you in those places before. maybe even more than he has.

the dismissive nod you respond with, makes jungwon's impatience fly through the roof, walking closer to trap you against the table where the weapons laid. "better than me?"

the air thickens with implication of his words, jungwon himself is unaware what the undertone of it means.

if it's how well you know him or if it's something entirely different, something that makes him want to leave kisses down your neck like he did the last time.

𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈 his breath is laboured as he helps you rush out the pool, your fancy dress drenched and heavy weighing you down more than he'd anticipated. quickly you both find a spot in the showers to hide, squeezing into a single booth.

he's brisk and sharp, giving you a hand in stepping out your wet dress into the latex suit underneath. letting you put your weight on him, your hands holding onto his body while you undo the strings and sleeves. the possibilities of getting caught are on high alert yet riki can't find it in him to focus on anything besides you.

the way you look so hot in your agent attire, your hair wet and sticking to the sides of your face making you appear so cute in contrast to you getting ready to fight men a step outside the door.

he has always found it so attractive, and the thought of admitting it openly just makes him more dazed.

his fingers reach out to push away the strands around your eyes and lips, thumb brushing a second longer on your lips, "i really wanna kiss you right now," he whispers into your ears, lips grazing against it softly.

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[haikyu-mp4]

Catching feelings

word count; 1261 – f!reader

The metro is so disgusting, why can’t everyone just practice basic hygiene and then it wouldn’t be such a terrible place-

Why is that woman staring at me?

You’re not subtle at all, glancing over at the black-haired volleyball player every three seconds before quickly looking away when you see that he’s looking. As he raises an eyebrow at you, it makes you hesitate, not turning away from him this time.

You were wearing a mask and seemed to pull it over your cheeks properly before shyly pointing at him. No, not at him, he realised. You were pointing behind him.

Sakusa slowly turned to look over his shoulder, only to take in a sharp breath as he realised he was sitting right in front of a huge poster from his most recent skincare commercial, one of the few he agreed to do for the extra paycheck.

He awkwardly swivelled back towards you, where he could read the wrinkled corners of your eyes as a smile. Your shoulders were shaking slightly and he sighed deeply at the realisation that you were laughing.

Sakusa was, undoubtedly, feeling a sense of embarrassment. Luckily, your attention seemed to catch onto the incoming train instead, and you only glanced briefly over at him before getting on it.

For the most part, he forgot about that incident in the following weeks. There was nothing to remind him, no reason to take the disgusting metro again.

Until a couple of weeks later when he once again had no other choice. He descended the stairs and glanced over to see if the poster was still hanging there but stuttered in his steps.

You sat in the seat beside where he sat last time, looking around quite awkwardly.

Sakusa stopped walking when you found his gaze but frowned as your eyes seemed to light up. Quite the contrast in your expressions.

Sakusa looked away. He did not want to see you laugh at him again.

Except he didn’t look away, he kept glancing back at you because he had to admit, only to himself, that you were quite pretty.

Why do his cheeks feel hot and why hasn’t he thought more about how disgusting the metro is?

When he didn’t walk away, you got up and acted quite coy as you walked over to him. “That sunscreen can’t be very good, you look a bit red,” you teased, pointing over your shoulder at the ad.

Sakusa eyed you cautiously, huffing sharply. “You’re imagining things.”

“Okay,” you agreed, saving him from more embarrassment. “Are you a model?”

Sakusa sighed, hoping he didn’t seem too pleased that you were talking to him. “No.”

You smiled more at the short answer, bumping your elbow into his arm. “Actor? I don’t think I’ve seen you in anything. I would’ve remembered.”

A little sound of victory went off in your head when he looked back at you with that glare and those sweet red cheeks. At least the little parts you could see of them. He took a second to answer as if debating how to approach it. “Volleyball player.”

“Volleyball?” you repeated. “I never met a volleyball player before.”

“Meet a lot of professional athletes?” he asked.

You chuckled softly. “No, I suppose I don’t.”

The two of you fell into silence, and just as you wanted to ask something else, your train rolled into the station.

“That’s me. See you around, Sakusa.”

He only lifted his hand to wave briefly, letting you walk away.

Sakusa looked over at where his poster was still up on the wall, albeit a bit more torn than last time, and saw his name written at the bottom in fancy lettering. He didn’t ask for your name.

Sakusa couldn’t fathom this. He couldn’t fathom the fact that he told Hinata not to pick him up this morning, choosing the metro instead. He couldn’t fathom the fact that he was hoping to see you again.

And he couldn’t fathom the fact that you weren’t even there.

All hope is lost, there’s no use ever taking on another love interest and he has no prospects for friends outside of the volleyball world-

“Hey there, stranger!”

He nearly jumped out of his skin and then awkwardly nudged your hand off his shoulder before meeting your eyes. You wore a mask again, of course, and he was thankful he wore his too so you wouldn’t see the slight smile on his lips. “Hi.”

“Going to work?” you asked, gathering your hands behind your back to show you understood he didn’t like touching.

He relaxed his shoulders for just a second until someone brushed past him and he was made painfully aware of where he was.

But he was there to talk to you.

By choice.

“I am.” He seemed to think hard. “Are you?”

“I am,” you copied, leaning just a tad closer so he could hear you. “Are you preparing for any games in particular?”

Sakusa huffed out a short ‘heh’ at how unsure you sounded, like you weren’t sure if they would be doing such a thing. “There’s a game this weekend.”

“Cool! Do you feel prepared?”

Sakusa thought about how Atsumu had forced him into late practices in exchange for driving him home the last few weeks, pushing him to try some new sets or receive his different serves. “I do.”

“Good, good.”

You almost fell into an awkward silence when he broke it first, catching you slightly off guard. “What’s your name?” he asked, making you feel silly for never telling him.

So you told him now, and he seemed to need a moment to process it as he nodded his head silently and you got distracted by his gorgeous curls, so you fell into another short silence.

“I haven’t gone to a volleyball game before,” you suddenly said, glancing sideways at him and rolling on the balls of your feet.

He knew what you were doing. It was obvious and it shouldn’t make him so happy that you were. “You should come to this one,” he said, and it didn’t hold any particular tone of excitement but made you blush nonetheless.

“Are there still available seats?” you asked, making Sakusa fish out his phone and a small bottle of disinfectant from his pocket.

“Just a moment, please.” Your eyes followed his movements curiously.

He held out the disinfectant and you put your hands under it, never one to deny free sanitiser but mentally questioning the timing. “My train is almost here-“ After you had properly distributed the disinfectant, Sakusa handed over his unlocked phone with an open ‘new contact‘ page, and you looked between him and the phone in a fluster.

“Put your number in, I can get you a ticket.”

You put in your number, trying to act so very cool about it despite the way he was staring as you did it. “Text me, then?” you confirmed, hearing your train arrive.

He gave you a thumbs up, trying to move out of the way of people running to catch their train. “I will.” And as you turned to walk away, he gathered up one last ounce of guts. “Dinner after the game?”

Even while hurrying onto the metro, you managed to look over your shoulder and nod, giving him a thumbs up back. “You got it!”

Sakusa took off his mask when he got to work and Atsumu did a double take that made him trip over Hinata.

“Something is seriously wrong,” Atsumu said. “Sakusa is kinda smiling and it’s 8 in the morning.”

PART 2 / masterlist

[alexander-arcturus-black-lupin]

Insecure...

Spencer Reid x Y/N

Content Warning: Coarse language, panic, fear of embarrassment, restraints, Spencer laughs and teases reader, Switch Spencer but he's mostly dom, insecure reader, breeding fetish, praising, degradation, orgasm denial, oral (both receiving), vaginal sex, backshot(sex from behind), unprotected sex(Condoms don't exist babes).

Summary: You feel insecure about being Spencer's girlfriend and he decided to do something about it.

These gifs of him are too perfect likeee 🤧 it's just a 29 year age gap it's not that much really

Spencer Reid x Y/N

Genre: smutt

Word Count : 1261

Content Warning: Coarse language,restraints, Spencer worships and cares for the reader, dom behaviour in terms of him mostly being in control and giving the orders,  insecure reader, breeding fetish, praising, degradation, oral (both receiving), vaginal sex, backshot(sex from behind), unprotected sex(Condoms don't exist babes).

Summary: You feel insecure about being Spencer's girlfriend after Maeve calls and he decided to do something about it.

Reid was on the phone with Maeve and you know they were officially ending their relationship, but there was some part of you that felt...insecure. You didn't even notice when he slipped onto the bed beside you. He wrapped his arms around your neck. 

"Hey baby,"

“Hi” you flinched as Spencer pulled you onto him and held you close, peppering your neck and shoulder. 

“Baby why are you being cold,”

“I’m not being cold Spencer, leave me alone please,”

Spencer gets off the bed and leaves the room and you feel yourself shrink in yourself. 

Oh

Would he do this if-

But then he comes back in with a tub of ice-cream. Oreo flavoured my favourite.

“Y/n, I’m gonna give you a spoonful of ice-cream for a sentence,”

“Are you trying to bribe me, Dr. Reid?” I feel a slight smile tug at my lips,

“That depends on whether you consider this a bribe” I gesture to the ice cream.

“Yes, that is a bribe,” He frowns a little.

“But I’m open to it” you say despite yourself.

He smiles and resumes his position behind me. 

“Baby what’s wrong?”

I stay silent.

“Baby,”

“Why do you love me Spence, why me?”

“What do you mean, why me?"

“I mean why me as if you could have any girl in the world, yet you choose me?”

“Yeah”

“Why”

“Because I love you”

“Why do you love me?”

“What brought this on?”

“Spencer please, Maeve and you-"

"I'll stop you right there, Maeve and me are history alright, I won't lie to you yes I loved her but she's not the one I wanna marry, she's not the one I want to have a family with, she's not the one I wanna die with" he continues.

“Y/n Y/L/N you are a beautiful, sexy, intelligent, courageous, hard working woman who has my heart. You are the reason I wanna wake up sometimes or the reason I got to bed too because I get to see you in my bed or me in your bed, either way I get to see you, I get to see you as the moon outlines every curve of your beautiful body. I love how your eyes shimmer and shine when you talk about something you’re excited about. "I feel tears in my eyes.

“Baby,” Spencer sets the ice-cream down and holds onto me. “Baby don’t cry,”

“I’m not crying, um I’m sorry Spence I-,” I directed my attention out the window. 

“What is it?”

“I just got a little, it’s stupid,”

“Y/N”

“I got a little insecure,” I mumbled. Spencer sits in front of me and looks at me like he’s analysing me. 

“Don’t look at me like that,”

“Like what,”

“Like a some sa-”

“Baby, I’m looking at you and wondering why a goddess is insecure,”

“Spence-”

“Baby you are a goddess,” a smirk appears on his face. “And I’m going to show you how much of a goddess you really are.

Spencer kisses you and pulls you onto his lap, kissing you hard. He his hand moves to your neck and he holds you in place. He lets go only to remove your shirt and your pants.

He pushes you onto your back with his neck and kisses you. You wrap your legs around him grinding against him.

"You're wet already," Spencer chuckles against your skin sending vibrations all the way down.

“Spence-”

“Oh baby, you want me?"

"Mmm"

"To fill you up baby huh?” Spencer’s lips burn deliciously down my neck towards the dip between my breasts, he take one of nipple between his fingers and takes the other in his mouth driving me mad

“Oh Dr. Reid,” I feel him curse against my skin. 

“You calling me Dr. Reid,” He chuckles against my breast. “I like it,”

"Oh baby," Spencer moves down and places his head between your thighs. He kisses your inner thigh sending shivers up your spine, just when you think he's going to go down on you he stops.

"Reid?" He gets off you and pulls you by your thighs towards the end of bed. He then sits behind you. "Wha-?"

"Look in the mirror" he moves one of his hand and holds up her chin.

"Spence," There we a standing mirror in the bedroom. In the reflection, y/n finally saw how she looked. Her hair was a mess, her lips were swollen.

"What do you see," Spencer kissed along your shoulder blade. Spencer pried open your legs showcasing your throbbing pussy. He started rubbing and pulling your nub.

"Mmh," fuck

"Words baby, words"

"I-i see, oh oh Spencer, fuck I see you and me,"

"Do you know what I see?"

"Fuck, Spencer,"

"I see, a goddess, a goddess I'd worship any day, a goddess whos forgotten she's a goddess"

"Spence," Spencer's fingers sped up and started to ram in and out of you. Heat started to build up in my core.

"Look at yourself," In the mirror, my eyes are glazed, "So high on me, look at my fingers, fucking you"

"Spencer, please"

"Come," I feel myself let go.

Your legs felt numb, Spencer however pulls you onto the bed and leans over your pussy, you try to undo his pants.

"Patience, Patience,"

Spencer's tongue flicks over the swollen nub and sends shivers up your spine. He holds down your hips, he digs in and when your about to burst again he bits down on the nub.

"Spencer please," Spencer finally oblidges and and undoes his pants. He slowly eases into you gasping and he grunting

"You are so warm and tight fuck" Spencer normally slow, he always does but today it's different. He rams hard into you, your hips jolt upwards to meey his but he holds you down.

You free your legs from his hold and wrap them around his waist angling yourself in a gratifying position. You clench around his dick which is enough to make him come.

"You look so fucking good with my cum in you, you'd look better swollen with my children" you blush. Spencer stays in you for a while before removing himself and getting up to take you both to the bathroom.

He cleans you up (After giving you like multiple orgasms in the shower) and you both get dressed.

"Y/n"

"Yeah Spence,"

"Don't ever beat yourself up or compare yourself to somebody ever again, you aren't perfect but neither am I. I'm a genuis yet it took me years to ask a really pretty girl out," you chuckle.

"That pretty girl liked ice-cream but i took her to a bar instead, even though neither of us drink, that's not really genuis is it?"

You shake you head a smile on your face, you lay down on the bed as Reid picks up the ice-cream container

"I also didn't take a certain tube of ice-cream and put it back in the freezer did I?"

"To be honest Reid you were a little pre-occupied," Spencer quickly puts it back and comes back to spoon you in the bed. "Thank you Reid,"

"You never have to thank me for that," He whispers into your shoulder blade placing a light kiss.

"Goodnight y/n"

"Goodnight Spencer,"

[toska-writes]

“Where the stars can shine”

Summary: the fighting never stops, and it never will so it’s in everyone’s best interest to find the calm moments when you can.

Pairing: The Bad Batch x padawan!reader (OF COURSE THIS IS PLATONIC)

Warning: none just so much fluff!

Word count: 1261 (not proof read but what did you expect)

Notes: IM WATCHING THE NEW BAD BATCH SEASON AFTER THIS! So this is my way of manifesting everyone being alright to end the show 🥲

The war never ended, nor would it for anyone who has endured it and its intensity.

One fight always rolled into another and nothing could be done to stop it. The only way to get through it was to find the little cracks in all the bad. The place where the sun could shine and the flowers could grow.

Or in this case, the stars could twinkle.

"This is already too high for me." Wrecker stated loudly hauling himself up the side of the Marauder.

Crosshair, who was currently under Wreck scoffed to himself before clambering up the side like it was nothing. "You never seem to have that problem when we're in the air." He quipped.

"Well I'm inside then." He whined finally being assisted by Hunter who had the small hands of Omega making sure he didn't fall.

You could only laugh at the scene, leaning back on Echo you could feel him laugh too.

"Who do you think's falling off first?" You ask with a smile that was masked by the moonlight.

"The real question is," Echo leaned forward, surprised a little bit that the top of the marauders could fit 5 fully grown clones plus omega and the Jedi padawan. "Who's going to be pushed off first."

You looked back towards him and in an instant you spoke the same word together. "Tech."

Speaking of the devil, Tech's voice rang out as you looked over to where he had an arm pointing something out beyond the horizon.

"-and if you look there you'll be able to see Endor"

Omega's eyes lit up brighter than they have been in the past few days, nothing seemed to be going right for that bad batch no matter how much they tried.

"Have you guys been there?" Omegas eyes scanned the rest of her family that sat gazing with her. The sky on this backwater planet was surprisingly clear, clearer than you thought it would be.

"Eh once or twice." Hunter shrugged it off with a smile as all that Omega could do was gawk up at her big brother.

"Thats an understatement." Crosshair added quietly from beside you. With a nudge to your shoulder he added. "That meat-head over there blew up more than half the forest and got us kicked out. For life."

"Hey!" Wrecker let go of his strong grip of the Marauder with one hand to wave it at the sniper.

Omega giggled giving you a glance as you could help but laugh at the exchange. "Have you?"

You could only smile at the found memories the question brought you. Landing with your Master on a planet you've never even heard of at that time. The trees the towered over you and the abundant shades of green that you didn't even know existed. The faint sound of your master laughing as you stared up from the base of the tall trees fathomed by the hight.

"Yeah I went once I think during the Clone Wars. It was beautiful there." You spoke, the smiles spread from Omegas face to Hunters as he watched you retell the fond memories.

"Well I also did kinda crash into a tree there but other than that the rest was beautiful." Echo hide his laugh behind you as you told the more embarrassing part of the trip.

"I think I did hear about that one." The ex arc trooper spoke out. You shoved him back slightly as your gaze returned to the stars above.

"Now if you all turn your gazes eastward you can spot the Orion constellation which should also mean the Canis Major is pretty close." Tech pointed upward now, his own eyes locked tightly on the stars.

"That one has the brightest star in the whole galaxy right?" Omega filled in, whether Tech wanted to continue himself or not he could only beam down at the girl, who clearly heard this from him before.'

You smiled also recounting when Tech probably told the group for the first time.

The bounty hunters came from nowhere that day, Omega gripped on the back of Echo's armor plate  with tears streaking down her face clearly scared.

Tech stood above you the, a data pad scanned over you as Hunter tried to apply some pressure to a wound you sustained on your side. Wrecker and Cross stood around the group, the sniper's gaze fixed on the darken horizon beyond.

Panicked breath sounded out and flown into the barren night, as much as you didn't want to scare Omega more you really could help it. You were scared yourself.

"Do you see that over there." Tech took your free arm in his hand and pointed up to the looming sky with it. "That really bright star?"

You were pulled back from your thoughts with the slightest nudge from Crosshair who spared you a glance, nobody else seemed to notice his movements

"I want to go to all of those planets one day." The words were light from Omega, a smile still evident in her voice.

"You'll definitely need to learn to fly then." You added shooting a look at Tech who finally spared a glance at someone else and was immersed in taking pictures of the different planets and constellations.

"If you can find another ship." Tech said mater-o-factly with a finger in the air.

"Aweeee Tech." Omega did the only thing she could think of, huge tooka eyes found Tech and with the pout of her bottom lip you could almost see the moment Tech cracked.

"More contemplation will be needed for that"

Though Omega wasn't disappointed for long as Crosshair whispered to her. "That's practically a yes."

Hunter laughed now shoving Crosshair back into a lying down position. He noted that his brother looked quite different without his armor, but it was a sight he could get used to.

Opening his mouth Tech was about to defend himself before a snore racked through the air. 

"Put someone else to sleep too Techy." Crosshair jabbed a finger at wrecker who still seemed to gripped the ship tightly.

You couldn't blame him though, and is wasn't just because of Tech talking, but you did insist the stars and planets were best to see in the late night. A yawn stifled through you, Echo wasn't the warmest person but the arms that wrapped around you from the clone seemed to do it.

"It's not even that late." Omega protested but her heavy eyelids seemed to contradict her own words.

"No no, we all can't fall asleep up here or it's going to be a pain getting down." Omega curled up into Hunters chest as he spoke. He slowly started to get up.

"One of us should get Wreck." Your own eyelids battled against you as you fought to sit up.

"On it." Crosshair was the last person who you thought would offer but as his leg extended you watched Wrecker rolled over the side.

His startled yell was masked by the thud of him hitting the soft grass below. 

"See it wasn't even that far." The skipper shrugged pushing himself over the edge and landing gracefully with even using the side to get down.

You chuckled as you rolled your eyes at the brothers were up to their old antics.

The chill air was a good contrast to the heated days that came before, so much fighting it seemed that it would never end.

Moments like these would always be cherished, and surprisingly Tech wasn't the one to get pushed off the Marauder.

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[gragrace]

Unraveling Minds 

Summary: In this BAU investigation, Dr. Y/n Y/l/n, a forensic anthropologist, is called in to assist with a series of murders in a small town. The genius profiler, Dr. Spencer Reid, becomes fascinated by her intelligence and kindness. As they work together, solving the case and sharing banter in the forensic lab, a connection forms between them. Despite Gideon's suggestion of joining the FBI, Y/n prefers her expertise in bones. As the investigation progresses, Reid and Y/n's bond deepens, culminating in a moment of shared understanding and a longing for a continued connection, even beyond the confines of the case. 

Word Count: 1261 

AN: Rewatching Bones... defo was inspired! <33 also i wrote this on the bus so apologies for errors/ cringe, let a girl live!!

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The BAU team had been called to a small town in Pennsylvania to investigate a series of gruesome murders that seemed to have stumped the local authorities. Dr. Y/n Y/l/n, a renowned forensic anthropologist, had been summoned to assist the team in understanding the ritualistic nature of the killings. 

As she entered the BAU headquarters, Y/n was met with curious glances from the team. Dr. Spencer Reid, the genius profiler with an eidetic memory, couldn't help but be fascinated by her presence. She exuded intelligence, and her reputation preceded her. 

"Dr. Y/l/n, welcome," Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner greeted her with a firm handshake. "We appreciate your expertise on this case." 

"Thank you, Agent Hotchner. I'm eager to help in any way I can," Y/n replied with a warm smile. 

Dr. Jason Gideon, the seasoned profiler, approached her with admiration in his eyes. "I've read your work. Impressive stuff. Ever thought about joining the FBI?" 

Y/n chuckled modestly. "I appreciate the offer, but I find my passion lies in analyzing bones and solving puzzles in a different way." 

Gideon nodded, seemingly understanding. Meanwhile, Spencer Reid observed the exchange, his curiosity growing with each passing moment. 

As the investigation progressed, Y/n worked closely with the BAU team, examining the crime scenes and providing invaluable insights into the killer's methodology. Her ability to piece together the puzzle of the victims' bones left the team in awe. 

One evening, in the BAU conference room, Y/n presented her findings to the team. Hotchner, Gideon, Reid, and the others listened intently as she explained the ritualistic significance behind the arrangement of the victims' bones. 

"You've got a brilliant mind, Dr. Y/l/n. Your observations have been invaluable to us," Gideon praised. 

Y/n's cheeks flushed slightly. "Thank you, Dr. Gideon. It's been a pleasure working with all of you." 

After the meeting, Reid found himself lingering behind as the others dispersed. He couldn't shake the fascination he felt for Y/n, not just for her intellect but also for the kindness that radiated from her. 

"Dr. Y/l/n, your work is truly remarkable," Reid complimented, his words stumbling over each other in his eagerness. 

Y/n smiled, appreciating the genuine admiration in Reid's eyes. "Thank you, Dr. Reid. Coming from someone with your intelligence, that means a lot." 

As the days passed, the team grew closer to solving the case. Y/n and Reid spent more time together, discussing their respective fields and finding common ground in their shared passion for solving puzzles. The air between them was charged with unspoken tension, and it wasn't just Reid who felt it. 

One day, as they gathered in the bullpen, Gideon couldn't help but voice what everyone seemed to sense. "Y/n, have you ever considered joining the FBI? You're a natural at this." 

Y/n looked thoughtful for a moment before replying, "I'm honored, Dr. Gideon, but my expertise lies in the bones. I'll leave profiling to the experts like Dr. Reid and the rest of the BAU team." 

Gideon nodded, accepting her decision. However, Reid couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have Y/n as a permanent member of their team. 

Late one evening, after a productive day of unraveling the case details, Spencer Reid and Y/n Y/l/n found themselves in the forensic lab once again. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the overhead lights as they continued to work side by side, surrounded by the skeletal remains of the victims. 

Reid, unable to resist sharing some trivia, looked up from his notes and said, "Did you know that the first dinosaur fossils were discovered in the early 19th century? George Washington never knew about dinosaurs." 

Y/n chuckled at the unexpected historical twist. "Yes, I'm aware. Dinosaurs and George Washington didn't exactly coexist. It's fascinating how our understanding of the world has evolved over time." 

Reid smiled, his eyes lighting up with enthusiasm. "Exactly! The field of forensic anthropology has its own set of intriguing statistics. Like, did you know the average time it takes for a body to decompose in a temperate climate is about four months? Factors like temperature, humidity, and soil composition play a significant role." 

Y/n couldn't help but be charmed by Reid's passion for knowledge. "Well, Dr. Reid, your fun facts never fail to amaze me. It's like you have a whole library of fascinating information stored in that brilliant mind of yours." 

Reid blushed slightly at the compliment. "I try my best. Knowledge is a powerful tool, and sharing it with someone as brilliant as you makes it even more enjoyable." 

As they continued to exchange lighthearted banter and delve into their respective fields, the lab echoed with the sound of their laughter. The air between them felt comfortable, a blend of camaraderie and something deeper. The cases they worked on together were more than just investigations; they were a shared journey, a dance of intellect and connection. 

In the midst of their conversation, Reid couldn't help but sneak a glance at Y/n. "You know, Y/n, working with you has been one of the highlights of my career. Your brilliance, your kindness—it's truly inspiring." 

Y/n met his gaze, her heart fluttering at his words. "Spencer, the feeling is mutual. I never expected to find someone who not only appreciates the intricacies of forensic anthropology but also understands the complexities of the human mind." 

Their eyes locked, and for a moment, the lab seemed to fade away. The unsaid words lingered in the air, creating a silent understanding between them. It wasn't just about bones and statistics; it was about the connection they had forged, a bond that transcended the confines of their professional lives. 

As they continued their work side by side, the unspoken tension between Reid and Y/n deepened. The lab, filled with the echoes of their laughter and shared knowledge, became a space where two brilliant minds discovered something even more extraordinary—the undeniable chemistry that existed between them. 

"Spencer," Y/n began, her voice soft but filled with sincerity, "working with you and the team has been an incredible experience." 

Reid looked into her eyes, his own filled with a mix of admiration and something more profound. "Y/n, I... I find myself drawn to you, not just for your intelligence but for who you are. Your kindness, your passion—it's captivating." 

Y/n's heart skipped a beat. "Spencer, I feel the same way." 

Reid glanced at Y/n, a hopeful spark in his eyes. The future was uncertain, but as they stood together, surrounded by their colleagues, it was clear that their connection had the potential to unravel into something more profound—a partnership that extended beyond the confines of a single case. 

In the quiet moments that followed, Y/n and Reid found themselves alone in the dimly lit lab. There was an unspoken understanding between them, a longing that lingered in the air. 

"I don't know what the future holds," Reid admitted, his gaze never leaving Y/n's. "But I hope we can continue working together, even if it's not on a case." 

Y/n nodded, her heart echoing the sentiment. "I'd like that, Spencer." 

As they left the lab together, their shoulders brushed in a subtle yet intimate gesture. The connection they had forged wasn't just about solving crimes—it was about finding someone who understood the intricacies of their minds and hearts. The BAU may have solved the case, but for Reid and Y/n, the puzzle of their own emotions was just beginning. 

"Who knows, Spencer? Maybe we'll see Dr. Y/l/n again on another case," Gideon remarked with a knowing smile. 

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In The Eyrie P2

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Jacaerys Velaryon Couple - Jacaerys X Reader Reader - Sharra Arynn (OC - Dark Hair / Plus Sized / Pale Skin) Rating - Sweet Word Count - 1261

Plus size OC described as 'Chubby' not meant in a derogatory way

Part One

As the guard led him out of the throne room and through the halls, Jace felt himself with mixed emotions at what was to come. When they reached the door to his betrothed, he was given a look by the guard. A silent warning to be on his best behaviour. The door was opened and Jacaerys moved inside the door slamming shut behind him, he found the chamber to be very beautiful, the grey Vale stone with curtains of blue and white, many windows and sweet stains and silks, furniture of dark wood and blue fabric, two balconies one to the courtyard and he thought of the woman who he had seen looking down at him, to think that may have been her and another balcony to the outside of the castle. He looked around and saw no one but he heard singing like a sweet songbird from the open balcony door. Jacaery’s eyes were drawn to the balcony he stepped out curious about the sight he might see.

The sight in front of him was not a surprise but the voice and melody were one he could not resist, he was stunned. He saw the grey stone balcony that overlooked the Vales rolling hills, birds came to a birdhouse built into the balcony walls, birds settling in before the storm took hold, and on the balcony stood a woman. She looked his age, with long dark brown hair, pale skin, and a beautiful gown of blue velvet and silver embroidery, She had a voice like an angel, but immediately he noticed she was chubby, she had wide hips, broad shoulders but she had freckles she wasn't a Westeros standard of beautiful by any means.

Jacaerys knew in the moment that this was his betrothed. After a long stare, he felt a knot fill his stomach at her curves. She was chubby, he didn’t know how to feel about this, it wasn’t like terrible but mildly disappointing to him, but he felt bad immediately for thinking that, she was still a beauty in that as well. She possessed a charm and a comfort that he had never seen before. As he stared at her, his eyes wandered over her form, from head to toe. She was not what he pictured as his wife but she was a welcome change of pace from the typical beauty of the realm. He took a deep breath and tried to settle the nerves in his stomach as he finally spoke. He didn't want to appear rude or disrespectful to his betrothed, there could be a chance that their romance could bloom. He took a step forward to the woman.

"My Lady." Jace bowed his head formally, He tried his best to ignore it and appear respectful.

She gasped as he spoke as she hadn't heard him arrive, "My prince," she bowed her head as she kissed the head of a baby bird before helping it into the birdhouse and closing the small doors, she turned to him her hands Infront of her stomach picking at her nails as she can barely met eyes with him,

Jace would chuckle gently to himself at the sight before him. The way she took care of the birds and how she fiddled with her fingers. It reminded him of his mother in a way, she had a delicate manner about her. He had not expected this girl to be his wife, but she had captured his attention. The way she looked at him was what caught him most. "You care deeply for those birds don't you?"

"I do, I have watched over them in my room now for six generations. I make sure to take them in before each storm," she answered "I'm - forgive me but... Please do not feel you need to make small talk with me,” she said which stopped him a moment, “I understand that the meer sight of me is likely enough for you to make your decision please do not feel you need to be polite to me. You may just go,"

Jacaery’s heart skipped a beat at the words. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was she really allowing him to back out if this arrangement made him uncomfortable? That moment was all it took for him to understand what kind of person she was. A kind, sweet, generous woman who was undeserving of anything but the best. At that moment, Jace knew he had to try and make this one work. "I won't be leaving, my Lady."

"why ever not?"

Jace's smile grew upon his face as he looked her in the eyes. "Because just from what you have shown me, I can already see that you are more than what I ever could have hoped for in a wife. I have never had the opportunity to choose my bride, and you were not in my mind as what I sought after, but you seem to be exactly what I need."

"Please... Do not toy and tease me Prince Jacaerys"

Jacaerys paused at her words. She seemed very guarded and he thought he could fix that. He took a few steps toward her, she had a beauty about her that was much more than looks. "I do not toy or tease, my lady. You have captured my eye, my heart, and my interest. I have no desire to joke in this matter."

she stepped back widening the space between them "I offer this to you now. You may go. Now. And I will think no ill of you, you have my permission to go, to leave, and I will not argue with you. Please go. I could not bear another jest..."

The Prince's smile faded as he saw the terror in her eyes. She truly believed that she was unlovable, he could see it in her eyes like she was damaged from previous rejections. He could see a part of himself in her. A part that hurt, felt unwanted, unloved by the realm and even his own blood had called him a bastard, and he felt somewhat unwanted becuase of it. "I do not joke in this, nor do I wish to mock you as some cruel jape. I came here and I saw you, the sight before me was all I needed to see. A beauty that makes everything appear dim by comparison." he explained, "I came here to wed you and I'll be damned if I leave without you by my side as my wife. Let the world mock and laugh at us, but I would rather have someone sweet, and kind, that I can love by my side instead of one who fits their mould of beauty with no way of kindness of conversation. I see a beauty and a strength in you that others may not. I would marry you tomorrow if I could. But I beg of you, give me a chance."

she nodded and after a moment offered her arm to lead them both inside

Jace was stunned when she accepted, taking her arm as he followed her inside. He could feel his heart beating out of his chest, she had offered him the chance he had been looking for his entire life. She wasn't beautiful by Westerosi's standards but that didn't matter, she was beautiful to him. He glanced at her as he walked beside her, noticing her hands once more. They were soft, feminine, and full of beauty. Once inside, he couldn't help but notice the smell of the chamber itself and how it mixed with her sweet perfume. Everything about her was perfect.

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Winchester's Folly

Summary: When Dean gets into trouble John decides to hide the truth for his family

Pairing: Alpha Dean x Omega!Reader x Alpha Sam

Word Count: 1261

*Dark! Fic-don't continue if you are disturbed by the subject matter

Warnings: A/B/O, non/con elements , dub/con elements, enslavement, pandemic, non/con drug use, collaring/leashing, forced mating, forced breeding, BDSM elements, show-level violence

*Additional warnings to be added

*Square filled: @spnabobingo -Rut Suppressant @spnaubingo -Sub!Dean @anyfandomdarkbingo - Voyeurism

A/N: * UPDATED 3/24 They say the third time is the charm, this will be the last rework of the Prologue.

A/N II: Still working on reigning myself in, keeping each part reader-friendly length, and have no clue how many parts this will end up being.

A/N III: a few notes about designations in A/O sub-genders for this story.

Alphas-Dominant (head of the pack/family) Subordinate (obey Dominant) Breeders (rare & highly coveted by the government. Can challenge Dominant for pack/family leadership)

Omegas -Domestic (mostly wiped out by plague, few natural born left) Feral (government-supplied breeders sold commonly called O's) House O’s (3rd generation+ Feral/Dominant breed. Used as servants/sex workers) Pack (rare & highly coveted by the government)

*Divider by @firefly-graphics

*No Beta-all mistakes are mine

PART I

Five weeks ago 

John had grown tired of Sam’s constant complaining about finishing his sophomore year in one place, so he found a case out west and left his sons in this backwater town. The little money he’d left was running out, and when Dean couldn’t hustle anymore, he took a job at a local garage. 

It wasn’t long after another problem arose.

Dean ran out of suppressants in one of the few states requiring a doctor's prescription. He was unsuccessful in obtaining them through less-than-legal channels. Out of options, Dean made sure his brother had everything needed for a few days before taking off to find someone to sink his knot into. He was chatting up a pretty brunette Beta in one of the low-end bars when their irate Alpha showed, and a rut-induced fight ensued. 

When the local sheriff showed up at the ER, a doctor informed him the Alpha had died from exsanguination by canine perforation of the carotid artery. Dean, because he was now in full rut, was on IV sedatives, and the sheriff ordered him handcuffed to the hospital bed and posted a twenty-four-hour guard so he couldn’t escape. When Sam could not reach their dad, he called Bobby Singer, even though they were forbidden to contact the Beta after their Alpha fell out with the grumpy hunter. 

The young Alphas' words spilled out in a jumble of profuse apologies and explanations, making Bobby’s temper flare. He always considered the brothers to be his kids, and upon hearing Dean’s going to jail and Sam was in North Dakota’s CYF custody, he wanted another shot at the elder Winchester with something more potent than rock salt. Reassuring Sam he’d be there by nightfall, Bobby pulled out his hunter contacts and started dialing, asking everyone in the vicinity to track John down ASAP.

When hitting town, Bobby’s first stop was the CYF holding facility. He presented the fake documentation verifying he was the brother's blood uncle and allowed temporary custody of Sam. Then, to find out what was happening with Dean, they headed to the police station, where Bobby flashed his FBI credentials to the officer in charge, whose response was that information would only be released when his Alpha arrived. He wasn’t allowed visitors except the public defender assigned to the case but slipped them a paper saying that Dean was charged with voluntary manslaughter. 

Unable to do anything else and unwilling to sit around the rental while waiting for their pack Alpha, Sam went to the local library to research the state’s laws on his brother's case. At the same time, Bobby interviewed the witnesses from the bar that night, ensuring no unnatural forces seeking revenge against John had a hand in Dean's predicament. 

Several days later, John rolled into town and went directly to the police station, where they informed him of the situation and then allowed a brief visit with his eldest. His fuming turned into a boiling rage as he walked towards the interrogation room. Out of all the shit Dean had done over the years, this proved what John always considered his subordinate offspring to be, a worthless fuck-up who was only good at taking orders, and John no longer wanted to deal with him. 

Entering the interrogation room, he sees Dean seated at the table, tethered to it by his shackled ankles. The ruddy cast in John’s eyes that'd begun when Caleb found him envelopes his irises, and Dean suddenly found himself airborne, legs flailing as far as the chain aloud, kicks over the chair, then is slammed onto the table, the back of his head impacts the table with a sicking crack, trapped under the weight of his Alpha, his dad, whose hands that used to carry him as a young pup now are wrapped around his throat strangulating him.

Dean flashed back to the night his dad laid baby Sammy in his arms and ordered take your brother outside as fast as you can! And not look back! Over the next sixteen years, John’s mantra, watch out for Sammy, was burned into his psyche, but before he’d even been born, Dean already knew Sam was his in every sense of the word. He was about to lose consciousness when the door burst open, and three deputies barreled and tasered John, shocking the raging Alpha into unconsciousness.

Sam maneuvers around the chaos, drops to his knees next to Dean on the floor and rolls him onto his back, helplessly watches him gasping for air between bluish lips. Sam can sense that dark, angry thing that’s always there, slithering through his veins at the finger-shaped bruising developing around his brother’s neck makes his canines elongate and releases a bloodcurdling wrawl. 

Silence fills the air except for Dean’s rasping breath as he watches his brother slowly stand up, appearing confused as to why everything is tinted a strange color. Sam, scanning the room with his glowing, extraordinary shade of red eyes, finally landed on John, feeling the deep-seat anger that while Dean’s lower status didn’t interfere with hunting, it’d never allow him to stand up to their Alpha about to explode.

 “Son, don’t.” 

Sam finds Bobby’s voice absurdly loud and agitating but heeds the Beta’s advice as the deputies drag the eldest Winchester out of the room.

Twenty-seven days later

At Dean Winchester's arraignment, the assistant DA said that due to the extenuating circumstances, him being on the cusp of a rut, and the Beta’s signed confession of deception in retribution for their deceased Alpha purchasing a House O, their office was willing to offer a plea deal. The Public Defender asked for a brief recess to discuss the terms when John stood up and said, “Your honor, there’s no need for a recess. I accept the deal.”

 The court clerk read the agreement out loud for the record.

 “Alpha John Winchester agrees to procure an Omega for the defendant, Subordinate Alpha Dean Winchester, within ten days from this date and time, and will present them before this court with the proper documentation. If he fails, the defendant will serve the mandatory five-year imprisonment per the state law of North Dakota. At that time, Alpha Winchester must also surrender custody of his other minor Alpha son, Samuel Winchester, who will be taken to foster care and placed in a court-sanctioned home until he is of age.” 

T-Minus forty hours                     

Shouting and loud banging at the far end of the warehouse drew the attention of several patrons and suddenly stopped just as it started.

 “Dean, go wait by the entrance.” 

“What?” Dean snapped without thinking, and John grabbed his leather jacket collar, “Don’t you take that tone with me, boy,” he snarled in a low voice. “I’m having to clean up your fucking mess so your brother doesn’t end up in the system.”  Dean submissively replied, ”Yes, sir,” and walked away with Sam automatically following.

“No, Sam, you’re staying with me.” 

Dean felt terrible for getting his brother mixed up in his mistake, noticing after they’d entered the warehouse, Sam kept trying to hide his natural, recently presented Alpha reaction to the scent of the O’s under his too-short hoodie, now forced by their Alpha to stay in the thick of it, so to speak. He watched Sam reluctantly fell behind his elder. “Let's get down to brass tacks, shall we?” The dealer gestures around. “Is there a specific type your son prefers?”

“Dean's preference of type doesn’t matter, but I want one under eighteen.”

Part II

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Hi. I love your fanfic's, especially Star Wars. ♥️ Can you write something with Tech with the prompt: "Forgive my unkindness, but you are very pleasant to look at." Where Tech sees the reader who just got out of the bath in her room in just her panties, singing a dance song. She sees him and maybe this could end in a make out session? xoxo

Author's Note: Aww thank you, I'm glad you enjoy my stuff! It's been awhile since I've written for Tech, so let's give this a shot, I hope this is close enough to your prompt :3

Summary: Tech accidentally walks in on you putting on a show for one in the refresher, and decides to stay for a minute.

Relationships: Tech/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Lewd but not full NSFW, Making out, Tech is a suave nerd,

Word Count: 1261

It's a miracle in the first place that Tech managed to get the hot water working for the Marauder's refresher again, considering circumstances. He has so many repairs to work on at any one time and with hot water not being necessary for life, the lot of you have been used to bathing in frigid water for a decent bit now.

Getting another mechanic in GAR to fix it would be completely fruitless; For the previous reason, as well as that GAR's rare amount of mechanics are always either off base or trying to solving any myriad of other technical issues. Many of them wouldn't even look at a submitted request like that unless they were bored and just off lunch break.

Needless to say you're eager to get use out of it, having dipped into the refresher once the Batch all left for some mandatory training drills. They don't need them, but it's entertainment you guess, as well as the fact that GAR considers them mandatory for every clone.

It's not as if you don't trust them to be in the ship while you shower, it's more so that bathing is your one time to really relax and unwind; So you're eager to do so without various clanking and shouting in the background.

Your datapad on the tiny counter plays some random music you've collected over the years, the words just barely audible above the noise of the water spraying onto your body and the metal walls of the shower stall. You'd love to use your much larger shower at home, but you're stuck with this for the time being. It could be worse, all things considered. With no one around there's no concerns about anyone hearing your enthusiastic singing, belting along to lyrics and mumbling the words you can't remember fast enough. It's fun; You really needed this after all of the high-wire stress that's been going on.

With your hair finally clean however there isn't much reason to remain in the shower any longer lest you waste water, so you turn it off and step out. You had set out some fresh clothes to change into before getting in, grabbing a towel and drying off before slipping on your top and underwear. Your hair is still slopping wet even after giving it a quick tussle with the towel, and you elect to let it air dry while you work on drying off your legs.

The entire time you sing along to the next song that pops on, distracted by the much more easily heard music now that the water is turned off. You shuffle along with the music the best you can while trying not to slip,

It's at this point you realize you hadn't locked the door, as it slides open while you're half bent over. The music is still playing as Tech looks up from the datapad in his hands, realizing you're barely clothed; Hair still dripping water. Judging by the quiet he's the only one back from drills. He doesn't say anything for a moment, lips closed but eyebrows raised in the slightest hint of surprise.

Standing back upright you lean your hip into the small counter, looking up at Tech standing in the doorway.

"Need something?"

Tech is tall enough to the point that his head is almost brushing against the top of the door at his full height, though it's not as if the Marauder's core shell was designed with premium comfort and stretching room in mind. He pushes up the left side of his goggles with his hand before finally speaking up. Your foot is still tapping to the beat as he does.

"Forgive my leering, but you are very pleasant to look at. I, hadn't expected to find you here."

You'd perhaps be a bit more miffed about him walking in, if he wasn't so fucking cute.

Taking a step to fully enter the refresher he still holds his datapad in his right hand, while the left reaches up and cups gently around your jaw. You can feel the rough fabric of his glove against your skin, thumb gently brushing against your cheek. Your eyes gently close in anticipation of what's to come. Tilting your head upward he quickly leans in to press his lips against yours, googles pressing awkwardly into your skin. You don't mind, but Tech uses his other hand to push them onto his forehead anyways; Just to make things easier.

It allows you to kiss him even more deeply, arms wrapping around his shoulders- fingers tangling in the short hair at the nape of his neck. His free hand lays in the dip of the middle of your back, fingers brushing against the top of your ass. It pushes your hips against his own, as his tongue brushes against your bottom lip.

You moan into his mouth as he takes the tiniest step closer to you, feeling his breath against your face as he only parts to take the shortest, quickest breath.

To think only a short while ago he'd confessed to not really knowing how to kiss- How quick a learner he is.

Pulling away from your lips with a soft pop you can feel the heat on his skin, hand still just above your ass.

"I do have to return to the others."

You pull back and glare at him, kiss swollen lips the main focus of his eyes as you scold him.

"You come in here and kiss me like that only to tell me you're leaving again?" Tech's face is his normal neutral expression, though from so long of being near him you can see the smug satisfaction in his eyes and coating his voice.

This isn't the first time he's left you high and not dry, so to speak. He seems to find the idea of you pining for him while he's unattainable to be enjoyable. The both of you haven't even been in a relationship for that long, and you can already count multiple times he's grasped your thigh or waist, leaning over your shoulder to help you, knowing that those sorts of things turn you on- only to walk off.

Infuriating bastard.

You're suddenly well aware of your half dressed state again, as Tech pulls his goggles back into place and covering the marks they always leave. He leans down to press a bit more chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth, your eyes fluttering closed; But when you attempt to deepen it, he pulls away and you whine.

"I am assuming since you've finished with your shower, you're going to join us?" You cross your arms.

"I don't know. Maybe." It's hard not to smile, while being a bit of a brat that he won't shrug off his brothers just for a moment after riling you up like that. He can see right through it either way.

"That's not going to get me to stay, if that is your plan." You roll your eyes, and pick your pants up off the counter.

"I'll be there in a minute. Right behind you." Gently removing his hand from you back, it brushes along your side in a way you don't know if intentional or not. He then walks off with little fanfare, leaving you to start slipping on your pants with the door still open. With one hand you to turn off the music that had been playing the entire time. You don't know if he's still in the ship when you mumble while tugging on your pants:

"Fucking tease..."

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The Envelope (Part 2) (NSFW) Dazai x Reader 1261 words

Cold morning. A tentative blue threaded with pale clouds. Mist had gathered in the corners of the windows. The double doors remained closed for now; you still had time to unload the gleaming cups and saucers from the dishwasher. Your manager - Uzumaki’s renowned, veteran barista - passed by the counter. His mouth was pulled to the side as though he was suppressing an uncomfortable smile.

“I, ah… think someone is trying to call you.”

With a wave of his hand he gestured to the lit smartphone which lay, singing idly to itself, nestled between a tray of glasses and the petty cash tin. A leaden weight had settled in the pit of your stomach. You didn’t need to check to know who it was.

As you continued stacking the cups within a wall-mounted cupboard the phone’s melody ceased, only to be followed by the sound of a chime. One insistent ping followed another; a flurry of notifications without pause. With a pained sigh, you retrieved your phone. Refusing to scroll back and read the long reel of previous messages, your eyes settled on the most recent.

Not that I want you to rush back of course! It’s only a small fire after all.

There came the rapid tap of your thumbs in reply.

I told you this morning that I’m not coming back until after my shift.

Dropping the device down with a thud, you continued to put cups, glasses and cutlery away, all the while ignoring the series of shrill sounds which rang impatiently from your phone.

“Sounds like someone wants to talk to you,” the café owner observed, unlatching the double doors and releasing a flood of warm light into the long room. Rather than answer, you pretended to search for something in the dishwasher’s cutlery basket.

“Perhaps you ought to answer him?”

“What makes you think it’s a him?” you countered, looking up at just the wrong moment. The café manager’s smile was all-knowing. He was a people watcher; an inadvertent gatherer of secrets. He had held his position with quiet pride for many years, unobtrusively pouring coffee as the lives of his customers played out around him.

Lifting a small bag of sugar cubes, you began to refill the ceramic containers on the tables.

“...in any case, if you don’t answer, he might come up here.”

Hesitating, sugar tongs still in hand, you managed a derisive snort. It did not take long for your false bravado to cower upon itself. Thinking better of it, you stalked back to the counter to seize your phone.

I won’t be back til 6. Grab a shower or a coffee or some fresh bandages if you have indeed set fire to yourself - whatever you need, but don’t wait for me to get back. Spare key in the teapot.

The device had hardly touched the surface when its screen glowed in response.

Good to know there’s another spare. I took the key you hid in the sconce. Think I’ll hang onto it ;)

You do that. Think I’ll have the locks changed.

Ah! You’re driving me insane! <3

“Miss?”

“Coming!” you called, relieved by the distraction. A steady queue of customers had formed from the cash register, snaking out into the hallway beyond. Stifling a yawn, you poured coffee into paper cups, adding a dash of milk here; a shot of syrup there. Plastic lids were fastened on in succession. You stretched your arms and arched your aching back. Names were penned on cardboard. The morning rush was always this busy, only to be followed by… silence. There was the respite after the madness. The calm before the storm. Only a visit from your rather irregular regulars could break up the monotony now. The Armed Detectives from the fourth floor, with their wild antics and raucous laughter… You ground your teeth. Not that you were thinking about him though. Not that you were, even now, considering checking your phone for his messages. Too often you had witnessed those poor souls who fell for his superficial charms. They would weep, helpless, struggling to comprehend the reason for his sudden absence. How ignorant they were, never knowing he had already moved on to his next person of interest…

Even as you stood, reasoning so calmly with yourself, your hand was inciting a mutiny against your mind and body. You reached for your phone again.

Ditch work. Tell the boss you have a headache and need to stay in bed ;)

I think he might see through that brilliant scheme?

Cruel mistress! Don’t make me beg :(

This is on you. I’m not making you do anything.

Three little dots danced, taunting, as he crafted his reply. You set the device to one side each time the café owner strode past. It was more than your job’s worth to be caught sending messages to one of your regular customers.

As the manager stooped to clear one of the tables, your phone buzzed irritably.

Don’t pretend. And for the record, I hate being made to wait.

Wait for what exactly? You smiled; it wasn’t like you to behave so coyly but, somehow, his persistence had reeled you in like a spider’s silk.

Seriously? Don’t forget that I’d been trapped behind bars for WEEKS. You know I couldn’t stop thinking about you in there. I thought last night was all I needed but holy fuck, I already miss your pussy…

The weight in your stomach shifted. Something sparked, like flint on stone.

It’s 9:28 am! We’ve only just opened.

Well what time does your pussy open? Cause I’m

Heat flooded your cheeks. You felt your pulse beating in your throat; blood roared thunderously in your ears. You looked up - another poorly-timed gesture - to witness Ranpo glance away thoughtfully, his finger tapping his chin. The detective who saw through everything.

You dropped your phone with a clatter.

“I thought the temperature was mild today,” he observed dryly, such was his way of small talk. “Is it hot in here?”

“Yes,” you answered automatically, placing your phone face down before you could read the rest of Dazai’s message. Given the brief glimpse of the words hard scream beg and gag you could only assume it contained some tangible threats. You dusted down your black skirt self-consciously and reached to tighten the fastening in your hair, remembering that you had been forced to wear it loose today. Only its dark curtain, as it swung about the white frill of your collar, could hide the blemishes he had left upon your skin the night before. Incriminating marks which had branded you as his.

“Sorry, I uh- Let me pass you a menu-”

“Sweet curry,” Ranpo declared without pause. “And, not that it’s any of my business, but Dazai thrives on dysfunction. Nothing bores him more than having his own schemes go smoothly. I wouldn’t be so quick to give him the replies he wants.”

You gaped in astonishment. “That’s not- that’s-”

“One doesn’t need ultra deduction to read it in your distracted demeanour; the way you’re repeatedly picking your phone up, cursing to yourself… we’ve seen it all before. It’s the Dazai effect. Not to mention the circles under your eyes, your constant yawning…”

“Plus those hickeys speak for themselves.” Yosano had appeared behind him. “Pour us both a coffee - you look like you need it.”

Ruefully brushing your hair down against your neck, you turned away, poured out two cups and grabbed a blue Ramune from the fridge. What had ever made you think that sleeping with Osamu Dazai would have gone unnoticed by a group of professional detectives?

Part 1 (tw)

[haihaihaitani]

Bad Boy/Good Girl ~ *Keisuke Baji*

Summary: Everyone assumes Keisuke is a bad boy, with his motorcycle and leather jacket. But little do they know, it's the opposite in your relationship...

Pairing: Keisuke Baji X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Oneshot

Word Count: 1261

Warning: N/A

Masterlist

A/N: This is actually garbage.

The unmistakable roar of a motorcycle could be heard throughout the campus parking lot. However everyone knew exactly who it was without having to look. Even if they did have to look to see who was here, there was no mistaking that signature black leather jacket, slicked back black hair and captivating eyes that could make any girl swoon. But Keisuke didn’t want to make just any girl swoon. He only had eyes on one girl in particular.

After entering the campus parking lot, he perched on his bike, watching with mild curiosity at the people coming in and out of the building before him. He was currently waiting for a certain person to leave said building. Of course, no one around here knew that. This was the first time he was ever seen on the university campus, much less the Communications Department building, so everyone who was meandering about automatically assumed he was up to no good.

The reason for his visit to this university came soon enough, with a scowl on her face as she marched over to him. Immediately, Keisuke perked up at the sight of her, standing up quickly as the pleasant look on his face turned into a frown. She didn’t say anything, just leaned her head against his chest and sighed dramatically.

“What’s wrong?” He mumbled, his deep voice reverberating against the top of her head. In her position, she couldn’t see the light blush on his cheeks. He didn’t really like PDA as it usually left him flustered, but he didn’t have the heart to tell her to get off of him.

“I hate tests.”

“Did you get your final score back already?” Her audible wince told him all that he needed to know about how it went. He instantly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a warm embrace. Yeah, so much for Keisuke not liking PDA. “It’s okay, baby. I'm sure you did your best! And I know if I was taking that class, you would've scored higher than me!”

“No, it’s not okay, but it's whatever.” She sighed, standing up straighter. “I suppose I just wasn’t meant to have a good life.”

It was his turn to scowl at her words, holding her at an arm’s length away so that he could scold her properly. “Don’t say that! You have me, you know! Am I really that bad that you think your life isn't good just because I'm in it?”

She burst out laughing at his reaction before lightly punching him in the shoulder. “It was just a joke, Kei, baby! Man, you should have seen the look on your face! You looked so terrified! I know I shouldn’t laugh but you’re so funny, baby! Seriously! I’m going to die, you’re so funny!”

“I didn’t think it was all that funny, babe.” Keisuke grumbled, looking away from her and trying not to get too upset with her laughter.

Pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, she giggled at his dark blush. “Don’t look so glum, Kei. It’s Friday and you know what that means. It’s the weekend and you promised to take me to the movies this weekend! So let’s get going! I don’t want to miss anything!”

He nodded. “You’re right, I did promise you. But I don’t know if I want to take you anymore.”

She started to pout. “Why not?”

“Because you were making fun of me!” Keisuke whined with a teasing smile.

Chuckling, she pressed a couple more kisses to his cheeks. “I’m sorry, Kei, baby. I didn’t mean to laugh so hard at you. You know I love you right?”

“Yeah, I know.” He mumbled before clearing his throat, trying to get rid of his embarrassment. “Alright, I guess we can go now."

She was about to climb onto his motorcycle when he lifted up his helmet to her, making her groan. “Aww, c’mon! Do I have to? I trust you to be a safe driver!”

“Y/n, I’m just trying to protect you, like a good boyfriend. I don’t want you getting hurt! You’re too special to me.”

Scrunching up her nose, she replied. “You’re too protective of me, Kei! And you're so damn cheesy! It’s almost sickening how cute you are. And you’re always saying you don’t like being cute when you’re the epitome of adorable!”

Keisuke blushed darker before muttering, “Please, everyone knows you’re the cute one in the relationship. I’m the big, scary, bad boy. You’ve heard what people have said about me. I’m always up to no good and all of that.”

“Oh, a bad boy! Is that what you are?” She loudly laughed at his words. “Says the man who always makes me wear a helmet when we go riding on his bike because he’s afraid of me getting hurt when we both know I won’t. Says the man who always calls me his precious baby. Says the man who bought me this sweater because he was afraid I’d get too cold this fall and didn’t want me to get sick!”

“But,” Keisuke attempted to argue with her, “I thought you liked being called my precious baby? Also you look really pretty in that color and I really don’t want you to get sick! Then I have to take care of you and we both know you shouldn’t be missing any more classes than you already do.”

She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “You know, I could always return this sweater and get a different boyfriend, one who understands me better.”

Pouting some more, Keisuke sniffed, not looking at you. “Y/n, don’t make me sad.”

“I was just kidding again.” She teased, patting his cheek gently before letting her hand trail down his neck and rubbing his arm. She bit her lip as her imagination went wild. “You know, if you’re such a “bad boy”, I say you get some more tattoos to prove it. A sleeve would look really nice. I could even help you pick some out and I have a cousin who can do them for a reduced charge.”

He rolled his eyes with a scoff. “We’re not having this conversation again, babe.”

Leaning in, she whispered seductively in his ear, “But it would be super hot.” 

“Y/n!” Keisuke squeaked, his breath hitching in his throat.

Laughing at his bright red blush, she climbed onto his bike. “C’mon! Let’s go! The movie I want to see starts in fifteen minutes and I don’t want to miss it!”

He held up the helmet again, before saying, “Helmet on or we’re not going anywhere.”

She took it begrudgingly, grumbling under her breath. As she snapped it into place, she mumbled. “You’re lucky I look good in this.”

“You always look adorable, my precious baby.” Keisuke cooed with a smirk before getting on his bike as well. He felt his heart flutter when she wrapped her arms around him. He quickly started it up and revved the engine because he knew how much she liked it.

Giggling, she shouted over the engine, “Floor it, Kei, baby! I love the feeling of the wind through my hair, even if it is covered by this ridiculous helmet.”

“No way. I don’t want you falling off or getting hurt, babe.”

With a smirk, she leaned in closer, her lips brushing his ear again, making him shiver. “I guess I’ll just have to hold on to you tighter.”

Right before they took off, he muttered, “And they say I’m the bad boy. Leave it to me to fall for a bad girl.”

[arc852]

24. Western

Definition: a film, television drama, or novel about cowboys

Summary: No one has seen Jimmy in a few days and he hasn't answered anyone's messages either, so Joel takes a trip to Tumble Town to try and see what's going on.

G/t: Joel is 11 feet tall, Jimmy is a foot tall

Warnings: bit being pushed too far and thinking that you are hated by everyone

Word Count: 1261

AO3 Link

This is the first and only fic that is exclusively Empires SMP related. Specifically season 2, which is my favorite season. Probably because it was the one I ended up watching live. Anyway, when I saw western on the list of prompts, I had to bring back Tumble Town and the Sheriff for it.

Also, not enough people talk about the G/t potential for season 2 of Empires? I mean, canonically Joel was an 11 foot tall god and Jimmy was shrunk down using a special lore potion. Why did I not do more things with this? Anyway, both of those things are relevant to this fic.

I hope you guys enjoy!

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 Joel flew over Tumble Town, trying to see if he could spot the tiny sheriff. Normally, from this height, it would be impossible to see someone that small, but thanks to the power of Lore, Joel’s eyesight was better than the average players.

 As he flew over the town, he couldn’t help but think of how well it was coming together. Jimmy was actually becoming a pretty decent builder and that was seen in every new build he made. Joel would go so far as to say he was even proud of him.

 He shook his head, now was not the time to be thinking about that though. The reason he was here, looking for Jimmy in the first place was because he wasn’t answering his messages. From anybody. It wasn’t just Joel who had tried but Lizzie, Gem, Scott, Fwhip…everyone on the server had tried to contact the man but no one had received anything back.

 So, after days of this, Joel finally took it upon himself to find Jimmy and figure out what was going on.

 He landed in the center of the crater, nearby the first building Jimmy had built here. This was where he usually stayed if he was in. He crouched down, still in his godly 11 foot form, and knocked on the door.

 Silence.

 Joel frowned. “Jimmy, it’s Joel. I came by because you haven’t been messaging anyone back.” Joel called into the building. He waited for a few seconds but still nothing. “Come on Jimmy, I know you’re in there!” He didn’t. “If you don’t come out and talk to me, I’ll break your door down.”

 After nothing again, Joel reared back with the intent to break the door when his comm dinged. He paused and grabbed it, looking at what had come through. Surprisingly, it was from Jimmy.

[SolidarityGaming whispers to you: Leave me alone Joel.]

 Joel frowned. Well that was out of character. If anything, he was at least expecting an exclamation point at the end. Something seemed off.

 At least he knew Jimmy really was in there though.

 “I’m not leaving until you come out and talk to me!” Joel exclaimed. “And I’m still very willing to break your door down.” He reared back again only for the door to suddenly swing open.

 Joel froze and looked down. Jimmy was about a foot tall thanks to the lore magic Joel had splashed on him. But with Joel himself being 11 feet tall, the size difference was even more noticeable between the two of them. Jimmy could comfortably fit in his palm if he really wanted to. Which, by the way Jimmy was glaring at him, he probably didn’t.

 That was the other thing. Joel has seen Jimmy annoyed and angry multiple times. That was their whole bit this season. But that’s all it was. A bit. Joel knew Jimmy was never really angry with him and Jimmy knew Joel didn’t really mean it.

 At least, that’s what he had thought.

 But looking down at Jimmy now, he was starting to question it. He had never seen such a genuinely angry and pained look on the sheriff’s face before.

 Joel’s face softened. “Jimmy, I-”

 “I told you to leave me alone!” Jimmy yelled, cutting him off. “I don’t-I don’t want to see you or anybody else, okay?! I just need to be alone right now.” Jimmy turned around and tried to go back inside.

 Joel, panicking at how Jimmy was acting, stopped him by reaching down and grabbing him.

 “Hey! Let go!” Jimmy yelled, and Joel’s heart dropped at the genuine distress in his voice.

 Joel moved away from the house, standing to his full height and holding Jimmy carefully in his hand, lifting him up a bit more to see him better. Jimmy was struggling against his grip, trying to free himself. But it was fruitless and Joel’s hands didn’t so much as budge. 

 “Jimmy, it’s just me. Please just talk to me or something! We’re all worried about you.” Joel said, trying to calm the tiny sheriff down. 

 Jimmy paused in his struggles and looked down, not making eye contact with Joel. “...Are you really?” Jimmy asked, a biting tone to his words which caught Joel off guard.

 “What? Of course! We’re your friends.” Joel exclaimed, looking at Jimmy still wrapped up in his hand. He looked a lot more vulnerable than Joel had ever seen him like this.

 Finally, Jimmy looked up and met his eyes and Joel was surprised, and a bit horrified, to see tears there. “...Are you really?” Jimmy repeated, this time his tone was defeated and sad, no hint of any bite left.

 Joel felt his heart break a little.

 “Of course we are. Jimmy, you’re one of my best friends.” Joel said, his voice going quiet. Joel licked his dried lips. “Is this…is this because of the bit we’ve been doing? I don’t actually hate you. Nobody does!”

 Jimmy was silent for a long moment. “...I-I know it’s a bit. But lately it’s just seemed like…too real?” Jimmy shook his head and turned away, face now hot. “This is why I needed some time to be alone…”

 “Jimmy.” Joel said and opened his hand so he was now cupping Jimmy in both hands before bringing him up to eye level. Jimmy looked him in the eye, a bit surprised at his tone. “I’m so sorry I didn’t see you hurting sooner. We can stop the bit and I can grow you back to normal.”

 Jimmy’s eyes widened and then, shockingly, he shook his head. “No, no! The bit is funny and being small like this isn’t too bad.”

 Joel’s eyes narrowed. “Jimmy, the bit is the whole reason you think we hate you.”

 “I…” Jimmy trailed off. “But the viewers-”

 Joel shook his head. “Your mental health comes first, Jim.” Joel thought for a moment. “Maybe we can progress the bit. To where we come to an understanding and become friends? And if you don’t mind being small too much we can keep that bit going?” Joel suggested, trying to make this work.

 Jimmy thought about it, going over the details in his head. “I…I guess that would work.” He looked up once more to meet Joel’s eyes. “Sorry, I just…It was really getting to me for some reason this season.”

 Joel’s eyes softened. “You don’t have to be sorry. I think some of us do take it too far sometimes. I…take it too far sometimes.” Joel admitted feeling guilty for causing Jimmy this much pain. “But please, next time just say something? You had us all worried when you weren’t answering our messages or coming out of Tumble Town.”

 Jimmy hesitated briefly but nodded. “I’ll…I’ll try.”

 Joel nodded, that was all he could ask of him. And now Joel knew to do better as well. He’d have to tell the others eventually but that could wait for later. “Now come on. It’s been too long since I’ve hung out with my best bud. How about a movie night back at my place?”

 Jimmy’s eyes widened and for the first time since coming here, Jimmy smiled. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

 Joel grinned. “Alright, then hang on.”

 Jimmy’s face turned to confusion. “Wait, what-?

 Before Jimmy could finish, Joel cupped him closer to his chest and took off using his wings. Jimmy let out a small shriek. “Joel!” Jimmy yelled but it was said playfully and with a slight laugh behind it. Joel grinned and continued back towards Stratos.

 They were going to be okay.

[miaountainmama]

silent

characters: tecchou, gn!reader contains: suicide mention but things turn out alright for both of you

wc: 1261

a/n: inspired by radiohead's exit music (for a film) and that one time during lockdown when i got really depressed and realized i understood why people kill themselves. was going through it

If there was one thing you did and did well, it was sing.

Tecchou was used to it by now— coming home at night to hear you blasting your favorites and singing along, whether it was to oldies like Frank Sinatra or some random ass TikTok sound you couldn’t get out of your head.

But the house had been worryingly silent as of recently, and Tecchou was starting to take notice.

He could sense the change in you, ever since you told him the meds weren’t quite working yet. You were singing less and less, and when you did sing along to something, it was something worryingly depressing, something with lyrics that scared the living shit out of him. He tried to ignore it, he really did. He told himself you were just venting your frustrations, that it was just words someone else had written down. Still, he could hear the melody replaying over and over again in his head, your haunting voice sending chills down his spine. If this is what your voice held in store for him, he didn’t want to hear it.

He didn’t want to hear you talk about killing yourself ever again, even in song.

There was a chill in the air tonight, and, while Tecchou normally welcomed the colder air, this time it bit to the bone. It was an unnatural kind of cold, the same kind of cold that reached into the night and froze anything, the same kind that ushered the living indiscriminately down the Styx. His footsteps quickened against the freezing concrete sidewalk— he would be glad to escape the bleak conditions. He turned the corner and welcomed the sight of the familiar house up the way, already eager to see you again.

He got about halfway up the driveway before he realized the lights weren’t on.

This wasn’t entirely uncommon. A lot of times you fell asleep early, or you just felt like chilling in the dark when you were alone. Today? It felt like a premonition. As excited as he was to get home, he now suddenly felt very, very hesitant to open the door.

He lingered for a little while longer on the doorstep, heart beating out of his chest for reasons he couldn’t quite discern. Perhaps he was overreacting. It was just the lights… this was normal, right?

Right.

He inserted the key into the lock and twisted, almost wincing as the creak of the door cut into the quiet air.

“…My love?” he called into the stillness, faltering as he stepped through the threshold and heard no response. You were always home at this hour, so why?

Tecchou moved further into the house, flipping the lights on and setting his hat down on the kitchen counter. He called out again, the festering dread in his stomach churning. No response. Maybe you were in the bedroom…?

As he approached the room, the first signs of life hit his ears— the sound of music! The dread began to fade, though he frowned in distaste as he realized what song was playing. It was the end of that accursed song you were always listening to about suicide. He sighed minutely, reaching out to enter the room so he could kiss you better and tell you to change the music.

The door swung inward, catching on an empty bottle of pills that spun and rolled away upon impact. The song, finally ended, began to replay, having been set on loop.

It took a second for Tecchou to realize exactly what that could mean. The moment it hit him, he immediately tore his widened eyes from the pill bottle, panic clawing through his veins, and strode in two strong steps towards the side of the bed, where your figure lay covered in blankets, tearing them aside and revealing where you lay curled in a ball, eyes closed.

Your eyes sprung open as the warmth was torn from you, cursing under your breath as you turned away from the wall to face Tecchou.

“What the hell—“ you began, ready to hiss at your boyfriend for interrupting your brooding, before you took in the expression on his face. 

For the first time ever since you had met him, Tecchou looked terrified.

Your lips parted slightly in surprise, and you blinked at him stupidly for a moment, wondering what on earth had him so worked up. Then, he was on you, hands cupping your face, turning your wrists up towards him, checking every inch of you despite your sputtered protests, and you connected the dots. The empty pill bottle you had knocked over earlier and were too lazy to pick up. The depressing music. Your lack of response and limp body.

God, your boyfriend had thought you tried to kill yourself.

“Tecchou,” you managed, suddenly feeling extraordinarily guilty, and the feeling only increased as he looked up at you with worried amber eyes. “I’m fine. I just ran out of meds today. I need to pick new ones up tomorrow.”

He stared at you for a moment, you staring back, before he let out a shaky breath, scooping you up into his arms. You didn’t fight it, clinging tightly to him back, and you muttered out apologies, trying to soothe his anxieties.

“I… thought you had…” Tecchou spoke, and you shook your head from where it was buried in the crook of his neck. You vaguely took in the fact that his hands were slightly shaking around you.

“‘m sorry, Tecchou… I was just… really going through it today,” you managed meekly, one hand going up to thread through his hair. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

He didn’t answer for a long while, just holding you, and you listened to his breath finally stabilize. You toyed with the ends of his locks as you waited for his hands to stop shaking, pressing a kiss to his jaw to reassure him further. Somewhere down the line the depressing song you had been listening to looped for the umpteenth time and you hastily turned it off, electing to sit with him in silence and not worry him further.

Eventually, he pulled back from you, an unusually serious glimmer in his eyes as he looked into yours. 

“Promise me,” he said suddenly, and you shifted a little as the words sunk in, looking away. Promises were hard to keep in times like these.

“Promise me you’ll keep trying,” he modified his words, and you slowly nodded through your hesitation. This… this was something you could do.

“Okay,” you breathed, hands moving back to sit in your lap, where you fidgeted with them quietly. “I promise.” You reached up then, holding your hand out to him, and extended your pinky towards him. He looked down at it quizzically before glancing back up at you, and the most minute of smiles graced your features.

“I pinky swear,” you said solemnly, and he stared for a second before smiling slightly back, interlocking his finger with yours.

“I’ll hold you to that,” he warned, and you pulled him close again, resting in his arms with a newfound sense of satisfaction. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head in response, and you smiled a real, genuine smile, the first in what felt like days.

“Of course,” you replied, and nestled closer to him. He wrapped an arm around your waist, and you laid your head on his chest, feeling his heartbeat by your ear. You would do it. You would overcome this.

If not for you, then for him.

[nikisgirl15]

𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓞𝓷 𝓘𝓬𝓮

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑- What starts as an awkward first-time skating experience turns into a heartwarming journey of love and discovery. join the reader as they navigate falling-both on the ice and for a charming figure skater named Sunghoon.

gender neutral reader/ park sunghoon x reader/ fluff/ romance/ non-idol AU/ ENHYPEN/ ENHA/ park sunghoon

word count: 1261

~ @nikisgirl15 ｜𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬｜𝑅𝒰𝐿𝐸𝒮 𝒜𝒩𝒟 𝒢𝒰𝐼𝒟𝐸𝐿𝐼𝒩𝐸𝒮｜𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘｜𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ~

Your POV

The winter chill nipped at your cheeks as you made your way to the local skating rink with your friends, Grace and Camila. The idea of spending an afternoon skating seemed magical, even though you had never set foot on ice before. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" you asked, nervously eyeing the entrance.

Grace laughed and patted your back. "Don't worry, it'll be fun! And if you fall, we'll be there to catch you."

Camila grinned. "Or laugh at you. But mostly catch you."

You rolled your eyes, but their enthusiasm was contagious. You rented a pair of skates, laced them up, and carefully stepped onto the ice. The moment your feet touched the slippery surface, you felt like a newborn fawn—wobbly and uncertain.

Your friends glided away, leaving you clinging to the side for dear life. Determined to join them, you took a deep breath and pushed off the wall. A few shaky strides later, you lost your balance and tumbled onto the ice with a thud.

"Are you alright?" a gentle voice asked. You looked up to see a tall, handsome stranger with a kind smile. He extended a hand to help you up.

Blushing, you took his hand. "Thanks. I'm not very good at this."

He chuckled softly. "Everyone starts somewhere. My name's Sunghoon, by the way."

"Nice to meet you, Sunghoon. I'm reader."

He nodded. "Do you mind if I help you out a bit? I've been skating for years."

You hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "I'd appreciate that."

With Sunghoon's guidance, you gradually felt more confident on the ice. He was patient, showing you how to glide smoothly and maintain your balance. His gentle encouragement made all the difference.

After an hour of practice and laughter, you were able to skate a short distance without falling. "You're doing great," Sunghoon said, smiling at your progress.

"Thanks to you," you replied. "I couldn't have done it without your help."

Sunghoon hesitated for a moment, then said, "Hey, would it be alright if I got your number? Maybe we could go out for coffee sometime?"

Your heart skipped a beat. "I'd like that," you said, smiling as you exchanged numbers.

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Sunghoon's POV

Later that evening, Sunghoon sat in his cozy apartment, a smile lingering on his lips as he remembered meeting you. He picked up his phone and dialed Jake's number. It rang a few times before Jake answered.

"Hey, Sunghoon! What's up?"

"Hey, Jake. You won't believe what happened today at the rink," Sunghoon said, excitement bubbling in his voice.

"Tell me everything," Jake replied, intrigued.

Sunghoon recounted the story of how he met you, from your initial fall to teaching you how to skate. "And then, I asked for her number, and she said yes. We're going out for coffee soon."

Jake laughed. "Look at you, Mr. Smooth. I'm happy for you, man. She sounds great."

"She is," Sunghoon said, a bit shyly. "I'm really looking forward to getting to know her better."

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Your POV

The day of your date arrived, and you found yourself nervously pacing your room. You picked up your phone and Facetimed Grace and Camila for advice. "Hey guys, I need help. What should I wear for my date with Sunghoon?"

Grace immediately perked up. "Ooh, a date! How exciting! Show us your options."

You held up a few outfits to the camera, and the girls debated each choice. After much discussion, you settled on a cozy sweater and jeans—casual but cute. "Perfect," Camila declared. "You'll look great!"

Feeling more confident, you thanked your friends and headed to the coffee shop. Sunghoon was already there, waiting with a smile as you walked in. "Hey, Reader. You look great," he said, standing to greet you.

"Thanks, Sunghoon. You do too," you replied, taking a seat.

The coffee shop was warm and inviting, a perfect contrast to the chilly weather outside. As you sipped your drinks, the conversation flowed easily. Sunghoon shared stories about his love for skating and his introverted nature. He opened up about how skating had always been a way for him to express himself.

"I'm usually pretty reserved," he admitted, "but when I'm on the ice, I feel free. It's like everything else just fades away."

You listened intently, fascinated by his passion. "I can see that. You looked so graceful out there, like you were in your element."

Sunghoon blushed slightly, smiling at your compliment. "Thanks. What about you? What do you enjoy doing?"

You shared your interests and hobbies, finding common ground in your love for reading and exploring new places. As the date went on, you felt more comfortable with Sunghoon, drawn to his quiet confidence and gentle demeanor.

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Sunghoon's POV

Later that night, Sunghoon lay in bed, replaying the date in his mind. He couldn't help but smile at how well things had gone. Picking up his phone, he sent you a goodnight message, hoping to keep the connection going.

"Goodnight, Reader. I had a great time today. Looking forward to seeing you again soon."

He hit send and put the phone down, feeling a sense of contentment. Meeting you had been unexpected, but it felt like a serendipitous twist of fate.

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Your POV

The next morning, you woke up to a sweet message from Sunghoon. "Good morning! Did you sleep well?"

Smiling, you replied, "Good morning, Sunghoon. I did, thank you. How about you?"

As the days turned into weeks, your bond with Sunghoon grew stronger. You met up often, whether it was for skating sessions or quiet afternoons in cozy cafes. His introverted nature contrasted with his lively spirit, creating a balance that you found endearing.

One evening, as you skated side by side, Sunghoon looked over at you, his eyes reflecting the rink's twinkling lights. "You know," he said softly, "meeting you has been the best thing that's happened to me in a long time."

Your heart swelled with warmth. "I feel the same way, Sunghoon."

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Sunghoon's POV

Sunghoon couldn't believe how quickly you had become an important part of his life. Each day with you was filled with laughter, discovery, and a growing affection that he couldn't ignore. He talked to Jake often, sharing his happiness and excitement.

"She's amazing, Jake," Sunghoon said during one of their Facetime calls. "I never thought I'd meet someone like her."

Jake grinned. "You deserve it, man. I'm glad you found someone who makes you happy."

Sunghoon nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude. He knew that his life had taken a beautiful turn the day he met you, and he was excited to see where this journey would lead.

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Your POV

As the seasons changed, so did your relationship with Sunghoon. You cherished every moment spent together, whether it was gliding across the ice or sharing stories over steaming cups of coffee. One winter evening, after a particularly fun skating session, Sunghoon walked you home.

Standing on your doorstep, you turned to face him. "Thanks for tonight, Sunghoon. I had a great time."

He smiled, taking your hand in his. "So did I, Reader. Every time we're together, I feel like I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be."

Before you could respond, he leaned in and kissed you softly, his lips warm against the cold night air. It was a kiss filled with promise and the beginning of something beautiful.

As you watched him walk away, you couldn't help but smile, knowing that this strangers-to-lovers story was only just beginning.

Your journey with Sunghoon had started with a simple fall on the ice, but it had blossomed into a love story that neither of you had anticipated. And as you looked forward to the future, you knew that every moment with him would be filled with the same magic and wonder that had brought you together in the first place.

[medusapelagia]

Learning to Love 3

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4,..)

Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve /Billy Tags: enemies to lovers, Steve has migrains, Tommy being an assh*le, homophobic language Words: 1261

The next day he parks his beloved Camaro close to Steve’s car, and everyone at school stares at him, waiting to see if he will slash the other boy’s tires or something, but he gets out of the car and goes to Mrs. Johnson's class and glares at the girl sitting at Steve’s side.

“I think this is my seat.”

“It isn’t… you sit in the back…” The girl squeaks but when he leans on the her table she takes her things and quickly leaves, moving toward Billy’s old place.

“What are you doing?” Steve asks, staring suspiciously at Billy.

“We are partners now, aren’t we?”

Billy usually doesn’t take notes during classes, for him it is enough listening to the lesson and doing some exercise at home, but this time he writes down everything in his neat handwriting. When class ends, he tears off the pages and gives them to Steve.

“I’ll come tomorrow to your place, try to read my notes and make a list of the questions you might have, ok?”

Steve nods, confused, but thanks him as he takes the notes and goes to his next class. 

Hagan gets closer to Billy while they walk together in the corridors “What are you doing? I thought you hated him. Are you planning a prank on him?”

Billy shakes his head, annoyed, “Mrs. Johnson asked me to tutor him and that’s what I’m going to do. I need it for my college application.”

“Since when?” Tommy insists “You have straight As in every subject, why do you need to babysit Harrington?”

“Because it will look good on my transcript, ok? Do you have a problem with that? Would you rather prefer I babysit you? Or maybe you would like to be the one babysitting Harrington?” Billy snarls and Tommy lifts his hands in surrender.

“Calm down! You are fucking crazy, you know that, right? I know Steve, we were best friends, did you forget that? But you two have nothing in common and I’m just wondering what you can talk about. Girls? Sex?”

“Math.” Billy replies, leaving Hagan staring at his back.

Why the fuck did he care what they talk about? He is just tutoring Steve, that’s all.

***

“That’s not bad. You got the first part of the exercise, you just got a little bit confused here.” Billy says, making a red circle on Steve’s exercise “You see? You forgot to multiply those two.”

Steve curses and closes the book with anger “I will never pass the final, ok? I should just give up!”

“You are doing so much better. You just need to concentrate a little more…”

“Concentrate a little more? My head is going to explode, I have a migraine that is killing me and you want me to do more? I can’t, I really can't, ok?” Steve yells, covering his eyes with one arm.

“Do you have a headache?” Billy whispers in a soft tone of voice.

“It was a headache when you got here. Now is a fucking migraine. I think I’ll just lie on the bed for a bit. You can leave if you want, I don’t think I’ll be able to do any other exercise.” Steve sighs, wobbling toward his bed.

“There is anything I can do? Do you need a cold compress? Some water?”

“A cold compress would be great. And if you could turn off the lights please.”

Billy hums, turns off the lights, and goes into the bathroom to get a wet towel and then he gently cleanses Steve’s sweaty face with it.

“You don’t have to do it. I can do it on my own.” Steve protests weakly.

Billy doesn’t reply and gives Steve the cold compress “Did you book an appointment at the eye doctor?” Billy whispers in the semi darkness.

“You know I didn’t.”

“I could book it for you,” Billy proposes. “You won’t even know when it is and you won’t get anxious about it.”

“This is stupid.” Steve sighs, still covering his eyes with an arm “I should be able to get my shit together. I’m not a kid!”

“I’m your tutor, I can tutor you through this.”

Steve chuckles, cursing because laughing makes his migraine even worse, then he finally agrees. “Book me a fucking appointment with an eye doctor.”

Billy nods, even if Steve can’t see, and goes down to the kitchen, he calls Susan, asks her for the doctor's number, and books an appointment for Steve, it feels a strange kind of warmth inside thinking that he is taking care of someone else because he wants to, because he offered to. Maybe there is still hope. Maybe Billy’s destiny is not to become like his father.

***

On the day of the doctor's appointment, Billy drives Steve and stays with him all the time. To anyone who asks why he is there, the California boy replies that he is the designated driver, and when Steve comes out with a glass prescription he drives him to the nearest shop to buy a pair of glasses. After having some fun trying some very strange pair of glasses and almost buying a pair of matching heart-shaped glasses just to piss off the owner of the shop, Steve chooses a simple model of golden rounded glasses. Afterwards, they go celebrate with burgers and milkshakes, Steve’s treat. 

But the pretty boy feels too self-conscious about the glasses. He tells Billy that he looks like a dork, even if mBilly disagrees strongly. He almost tells Steve that he looks cute, but he learned in California that telling another boy that he is cute is not something you can do, so he just says that he looks like a librarian, which somehow Steve takes as an insult. In the end they agree that Steve will wear the glasses only at home when they study together.

The glasses help Steve a lot and, without an impending headache or migraine, he can concentrate more easily, and when Mrs. Johnson gives them the final test results Billy is not surprised to see a big B+ on Steve’s test.

“So it’s true. You really do work miracles, Hargrove.” Tommy says, snatching Steve’s test from his hands “How did you do it? Did you hit him with the math book until some of it got into Steve’s thick head?” Hagan laughs, but Steve doesn’t reply, he gets his test back and leaves the classroom without even looking at him.

“What the fuck, Hagan?” Billy growls, pushing him against the wall “What do you want from my fucking life? Don’t you have a girlfriend to piss off?”

“What I want to know is what are you up to, Hargrove! I mean, the boys told me but I said, ‘Hargrove? No fucking way!’ Now I’m wondering if I was wrong all along.”

Billy glares at Tommy with his cold blue eyes “What are you implying, Hagan?”

Tommy gets closer and whispers “The boys were saying that you moved to Hawkins after your father saw you fucking another boy. Or maybe it was him who was fucking you?”

“How dare you say something like that to me.” He yells, lifting Tommy by his collar.

Hagan trembles, trying to free himself “I’m sorry. That’s what the boys said! And you are always with Harrington these days so we assumed…”

“You assumed wrong.” Billy snarls, pushing Hagan so hard against the wall that his head hits the wall with a loud thump. “And the next time you want to assume something about me I will not be so generous.”

[sirenyizuo]

the space in between; jennie ruby jane

actress!reader x idol!jennie

jennie knows that privacy isn’t something easily rewarded to those loved by many. y/n knows that with fame always comes with a price. finding love in the spotlight isn’t easy, but they just might be perfect for each other.

tw: implied sexual content

word count: 1261

previous

cool air twisted around the tall trees surrounding the bleak, gray building in front of jennie. if someone told her that the flashes from the cameras played a part in feeling like everything around her was twisting as well, she wouldn’t doubt it. the red eye flights to make all of their comeback stages that had been so unfortunately scattered amongst their tour dates weren’t exactly kind to her. a gentle touch to the small of her back was the only thing that commanded her attention more than the constant clicking and snapping coming from the media pit directly in front of her. turning quickly, she was faced with a soft smile coming from a taller, blonder woman.

“you okay?” rosé chirped, placing jennie’s left hand into one of her own. they locked eyes, and the trembling in the other girl’s fingers was an answer enough to rosé. jennie leaned into the gentle touch and rested her head on rosé’s shoulder. she could hear the clicks of the cameras increase. her eyes smiled as she giggled to herself, ‘the blinks will love it’, she thought.

these moments were the ones she held onto when things got hard. on the outside, things were perfect; worldwide it girl, chanel’s princess, goddess of the online world - what more could she ask for? she couldn’t lie, the attention felt amazing. for a while, of course. after “the idol” debuted, it felt like the slut-shaming hate train had returned in full force. god forbid a girl wants to expand her horizons.

she could remember the comments after the first two episodes premiered at sundance like it was yesterday. it was baffling how cruel people could be when their words were coming through a screen - whore, slut, and bitch had become the common tongue once again. the late night talks with lisa became more frequent, the two of them joking to help jennie cope. she found herself thinking, ‘they could at least be more creative.’ the ‘lazy jennie’ jokes were completely overdone - questioning the validity of her health issues was one of her anti’s most favorite activities.

her manager’s voice broke her train of thought as she beckoned her into the SBS building. turning her back, she heard the clicking come to a roar once again.

after exchanging her usual pleasantries with the music show staff, jennie made her way towards their dressing room. a familiar sight that meant at least an hour of peace and quiet while her makeup artist and hairdresser created the cool girl persona the public had grown to know her by oh so well. she could feel her shoulders drop back down and her headache start to clear at the thought of it. rushing to put her bag down, she grabbed her purse and phone and made her way to the restroom a couple paces down the hall.

her boots clinked sharply against the linoleum tile as she stationed herself in front of the mirror. sitting her things down, she turned the cold water on full blast. gathering the liquid into her hands, she splashed it across her cheeks and forehead; finally - relief. she sighed, her eyes resting shut. she almost felt a smile reach her face until the sound of a door opening shattered her bubble of tranquility. she jumped up slightly, an anxious habit. she felt some of her worry ease when a soft voice breached the silence,

“i’m so sorry, i didn’t know anyone else was in here,” the stranger across from her grinned softly, her eyes apologetic.

“it’s alright, i mean, i don’t own the bathroom.” jennie mused, a flush lighting up her face.

the two women shared a laugh that fell into only a somewhat awkward silence. jennie watched shyly through the mirror as the other woman leaned over the marble to wash her hands. her eyes darted away as soon as the other women straightened up to walk towards the hand dryer. she left jennie with a small wave as she exited the bathroom. jennie felt her breath force its way out of her mouth. ‘what about that interaction was so nerve racking?’ her thoughts were racing, her heart was pounding. she quickly wrapped up what was supposed to be a moment for relaxation and timidly walked back to the dressing room.

something about her demeanor immediately peaked the interest of jisoo. “jennie-ah, what’s on your mind?”

“nothing much, just a little jet lagged.” she knew she wasn’t the best liar, but how could she explain how she was feeling when she wasn’t even sure herself.

she could tell jisoo knew it was a lie. however, she knew that when jennie felt ready, she would come to her to talk. sending a sympathetic smile jennie’s way, jisoo set her attention back to her phone.

jennie finally sat down and let her team get to work. usually this silence was comforting, a moment for her brain to rest. today, however, her thoughts wouldn’t stop racing about the woman she’d only seen so briefly. she could even recall the scent of musky bergamot in the air from her perfume as she walked past. the way her skin reflected when the fluorescent lights connected to her. was she a staff member? had they just not met before? surely she would remember.

jennie had a penchant for getting to know the beautiful women she crossed paths with. this time was different, though. the meetings usually occurred somewhere dark, loud, sweaty or sleazy. she’d find two hands wrapping around her waist, feel warm breath touch the back of her neck, enticing her to a bathroom just off the dance floor. she couldn’t lie, there were times she would indulge. it’s hard to resist letting yourself enjoy something so tempting, so fully. all those girls felt the same, though. it was meaningless, fleeting and done for the cause of chasing a high she couldn’t reach. never once had she felt nervous.

had she just been taken off guard in a private moment? or was this something more? she didn’t give herself a chance to ponder on something as trivial as actually wanting to engage further with someone. emotions weren’t practical with a life like hers. she pushed the heart flutter aside and shut her eyes tight. she was on stage in less than a hour, she had a job to do.

as her hairstylist curled the last strand of hair, she smelled the familiar scent of berry hair spray - her quiet time has concluded, it’s time to get back to work.

she followed closely behind her three band-sisters and worked her way onto her place onstage. sauntering, her eyes low in a seductive gaze. this was where she was born to be, nothing could take her out of her zone now.

the show returned from commercial and the spotlights went up on the MC’s once again. she smiled, knowing the familiar sound of, “welcome, blackpink!” was about to ring in her ears once again. what she didn’t expect was the words coming from a honeyed voice she had heard not so far in the past. her heart dropped in her stomach.

“hello, it’s y/n l/n bringing you back to SBS Inkigayo; please welcome, blackpink!”

the crowd roared at the sight of the princess of korea’s acting scene and jennie realized why the stranger from the bathroom was so captivating.

the pink venom intro began to seep from the speakers, and jennie felt her heart drop into her stomach.

like she thought before, feelings don’t work in a job like hers.

[vodika-vibes]

„What’s your ideal type?“ „you“ + Prudii pretty please with a cherry on top 🥹🙏🏻

Come With Me

Summary: You’ve been crushing on Prudii for an embarrassingly long time. And you’ve finally decided to do something about it.

Pairing: Prudii Skirata x Reader

Word Count: 1261

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: This is another request that's been sitting in my inbox since before christmas! I'm so sorry it took me so long to get to, and I hope you're still around, nonny!

“Long day?” You ask as you peek around Prudii’s shoulder with a small grin on your face, “You look exhausted.”

Prudii flashes a small smile as he leans back against the bench, “It has been a long day. So many things to do. So much paperwork.” He shakes his head and pats the bench next to him, to invite you to sit down, “How about you? I haven’t seen you in a couple of days.”

“Oh, well. You know how it is.” You shrug as you drop onto the bench next to him, “I had to make all of the arrangements for my grandparents to get moved into that new Nursing Home, because you know my parents weren’t going to do it-”

“Ah, so that’s where you’ve been.”

You hold you hands out to the side as you shake your head, “Honestly, I had to go through the court system to get power of attorney for them, good thing that my family hasn’t been subtle in how they’ve been taking advantage of my grandparents.”

“I still think that you should have just thrown me and my brothers at the problem.”

“Honestly, you and your brothers do so much for me already, I couldn’t put this on you. Besides, my family, my responsibility.” You grin at him, “At this point, I’m pretty sure I already owe Kal my first born for all the help he’s given me in dealing with this.”

Prudii laughs, “Kal-Buir has been a great help to you, hasn’t he?”

“That lawyer he got for me is a shark. I’ve never been so impressed in my life.”

Prudii laughs again, and a small smile lifts your lips. It’s nice to talk to him, after all of the stress of the last couple of months. “Anyway,” You say after a moment, before you do something foolish like confess your love for him, “What are you up to today?”

“Well, I was thinking of hitting the hiking trail.” Prudii admits, “but hiking alone is no fun, and none of my brothers are available.”

“I’m free.” You offer, probably too quickly, given the fact that you hate hiking and nature.

Prudii shifts and throws his arm over the back of the bench as he turns to look at you, “You?”

“Yeah.”

“You hate hiking. And nature. And being outside.”

“Maybe I’ve grown as a person.”

“Uh-huh.” He replies doubtfully.

“I could have!”

“You’re going to be miserable. It’s hot, and there are spiders-”

“Well….well, I’m wearing shorts,” You counter defensively, “And you can protect me from the spiders.”

A sly smile crosses his face and he leans in so that his face is a lot closer to yours, pulling a startled squeak from your lips, “You know, you can just say that you want to spend time with me. I won’t judge you.”

You narrow your eyes at him, “That’s very arrogant of you, Prudii Skirata.”

He smirks, “I’m waiting~” Prudii says in a sing-song voice.

A huff falls from your lips and you fold your arms, “Fine. I would like to spent time with you, Prudii.”

“There we go, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“It was as painful as pulling teeth.” You sniff.

He laughs and tosses his arm over your shoulder, tugging you into his side, “You’re so dramatic.”

“Dramatic? Me? I would never-”

“Sure, sure.” He grins down at your face, “So, since we’re going to be spending time together, I got a question for you.”

“Oh?”

He pauses, “Eh, I’ll ask you later.”

You sputter at him, “I...you...You’re impossible! You can’t just say that and then change your mind!”

“Can and did! Come on, angel. We’re going hiking! With spiders. And Wasps! Isn’t that exciting?” He gets to his feet, dragging you with him.

“See, now I think you’re doing this on purpose.”

“Oh, absolutely.” He keeps his arm thrown over your shoulder, “But, you already agreed. So, no take-backs.”

“Ugh, what are you, five?”

“Thirteen, actually.”

You sigh, “That joke is never funny.”

“That joke is hilarious.” Prudii corrects as he starts walking you away from the park and towards the hiking trail, “You just don’t have a sense of humor.”

“I have a sense of humor, you just aren’t funny.”

“Ooh. Ouch. You’re not pulling your punches today, are you angel?” He looks amused though.

“Do you need me to?”

“Nah, I can take whatever you can dish.”

You glance at him for a moment, and then avert your gaze. Damn him and his stupid charm and his even more stupid smile-

“Well that’s good. I’d hate to hurt your feelings.” You murmur lightly.

“Ah, you could never.” His arm tightens around your shoulders, as he brings you to the sign board that indicates the various trails. “Lets see...we want...Ah, this one.”

“That hiking trail is 10 miles long.” You say flatly.

“It’s good exercise.”

“There isn’t even a path for half of it!”

“Don’t worry, angel. I won’t let you get hurt. And I won’t let us get lost.” Prudii downloads the map to his comm, and then tugs you to the start of the path, “Trust me.” He adds with a grin.

“I do trust you. Just, this is going to take forever.”

“It’ll be great. There’s a stop about a mile in where we can buy water and food, so you won’t have to worry about that.” He flashes a small grin at you, “Regretting your decision yet?

You scowl at him, “No.”

“Good.”

It’s about an hour later, when the pair of you are well on the path that Prudii picked, that he picks up the line of conversation that he started well before you started the hike, “So, angel,” He says as he helps you down off a large rock, “Got a boyfriend yet?”

“Please. As if I had the time for that.” You set your hands on his shoulders as he lifts you down from the rock and sets you on your feet next to him, “Besides, I’m undatable, remember?”

“Yeah, the opinions of assholes are worthless, angel.” Prudii counters with a roll of his eyes, “You definitely shouldn’t take the words of your ex as fact.”

“It’s not like I have a line of potential suitors, Prudii.” You say with your own eye roll.

“Well then, what’s your ideal type?”

You hesitate, just for a moment, before you throw all caution to the wind, “You.” Your answer is a little hesitant, not sure that he’d appreciate your answer.

Prudii blinks at you. Once, twice, three times. “Me?”

“Please don’t make this a thing-” You start, but you’re not able to finish as his lips crash against yours. His kiss is so forceful that you nearly topple backwards, though his arms settle securely around you.

“Oh thank Kriff, I thought you had a thing for Ordo.” Prudii breathes out against your lips, “And I was planning on telling you all of the horrible things I know about him-”

You blink at him, “I...were you jealous?” You ask, incredulously.

“Yes. Kriff yes. So kriffing jealous.” He kisses you again, and again.

“...and now?” You ask softly.

“Now, I’m so happy I think I might burst…and I owe Ordo an apology for blackening his eye.”

“You...what?”

He smiles sheepishly, “I was a lot jealous. I’ll talk to him about it.”

“He’s going to break your nose.”

“...yeah. Oh well, worth it! Because I can do this now.” His lips are on yours again in a matter of moments, and you melt against him. This is all you’ve ever wanted, after all.