#SORRY SCRATCH SORRY LIA

[candycryptids]

10. Does your OC have a type? Have they ever been surprised by their feelings for someone who doesn't fit this?

So we got Mochiie covered over in [This Ask] but that just means I get to spin the wheel and pick someone else~

Lev will say his type is busty lasses, Nophica's blessed with bountiful, huge... tracts of land. Yeah. Buxom beauties and Men lean with muscle and battle scars a plenty on either of em, yknow. Storied adventurers. A soft lap to lay his head in. A strong hand to grip his jaw and- (now, Lev, you are just quoting from a romance novella, I'm sure.)

This is also probably technically not a lie, but his ideal would be someone who was only around fleetingly, ships passing in the night to maximize pining for each other and to minimize awkward romantic conversations. A midnight meeting before they leave on the next ship, yknow.

I can't say he's ever been shocked by someone not fitting this strange set of ideals- especially since, for all his bluster, he's equal opportunity, and a bit of a masochist.

[Inquiries of Love]

[sungbeam]

𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐢 𝐝𝐨!

nonidol!jung wooyoung x f!reader

the one where you're stuck in denial and wooyoung's determined to not be stuck in the friend zone.

7.7k words, fluff, f2l, they've kinda got a banter thing going on, he's in a frat cuz i said so, college au, swearing, kissing, mentions of alcohol and food, pining, obliviousness, jealousy/insecurity if you squint...? (sorry mark), barely proofread, overall pretty wholesome

a/n: okay... wooyo brainrot going hard lately, but anyways, hope u enjoy <3

The horizon glittered like a sea of molten gold when you stepped onto the sandy shores of the beach. Seagulls squawked overhead, riding the setting sky like your friends currently in the surf. You smiled to yourself, inhaling the briny air and slipping the shades off your nose and up onto your head. Your sandals hung limp in your hand as grains of sand embedded themselves into the soles of your bare feet while you jogged down the hill toward the bonfire and crowd of people.

The last week of summer before the fall semester brought your friends to convince you to come to their last bonfire at the beach. It wasn't difficult to persuade you.

“Oy, Yn! Head's up!"

Your eyes shot open and your head whipped up. Sandals fell from your hand as they came up to grab the frisbee out of the sky. It was plastic and blue, with scratches engraved into its surface from thorough use.

Hoots of approval erupted from further down the bank. "Nice catch!" Yeonjun praised as he jogged to meet you in the middle. A light blue Hawaiian shirt hung loose off his lean frame, unbuttoned to display the glorious, toned muscles of his chest.

You grinned, handing him the frisbee before picking your sandals back up. The two of you walked together back towards the group. "Thanks. How're you, Jun?"

He pulled you into a brief, yet affectionate side hug. "I'm great! You?"

"Same here." You had been itching for an outing—and dreading the first day back to class—so this would be good for you. “Who's here today?”

“Ah, y'know, the usuals.” He grinned at you then, sending you a teasing wink. “Your lover boy's here for sure. He wouldn't miss this for the world.”

Your skin warmed at the playful comment and you were failing to pretend it was just because it was hot out here. You rolled your eyes. “He is not my lover boy.”

“Based on the fact you knew who I was talking about though,” he drawled with a singsong tone. He let out a loud guffaw at your less than gruntled expression. “You know, he ditched his frat's annual pool party to be here.”

“That's his prerogative—I don't know how that relates to me,” you said with your palms raised up helplessly.

As you turned around to walk in front of him, Yeonjun wrinkled his nose with a grin. “It's cute when you're in denial.”

You scoffed, backpedaling in the opposite direction to where Changbin was hollering for him to hurry up with the frisbee. “Denial, as if.”

“Whatever you say, Cher,” he snickered, then raised his hand up in goodbye to jog across the sands to the game of frisbee.

You huffed a laugh and shook your head. The sun glared in your eyes as you trudged through the sand toward the sounds of your other friends hollering at you from the barbeque and speaker system set up. You flicked your shades back over your eyes, an easy smile coming to your face. “Hi everyone! Smells delicious over here.”

Chan was stationed at the small, portable barbeque with a bottle of beer in his hand. He smiled as you neared, digging his hand into the cooler beside him to pass you a fresh bottle of hard lemonade. “You're right on time, Yn. Dinner is almost ready.”

“I do believe I have impeccable timing,” you mused, thanking him while accepting the bottle. You dropped your sandals to the sand by your feet so you could free your hands and twist the bottle cap off.

“So glad you could make it, Yn!” Lia chimed in from her spot beneath the beach tent. She and Chaeryeong were lying on their stomachs with books splayed out before them for a light beach read.

“Hey guys! Glad I could make it, too—”

“Oh my god, is that Yn Ln?”

Your head whipped around in the direction of the new voice, and you watched as Felix trudged up the sandy bank with his surfboard under his arm, his free hand brushing back his strands of damp hair.

“Felix Lee, you've been chickening out on me all summer.”

He gave a lazy smile back at you as the two of you clasped hands in greeting, his being cold and wet from the waves and yours dry and gritty with sand. “You say that like you haven't been working all summer. Anyways, there's someone who's been dying to see you even more than me.”

You could spot the impish mischief in the blond's eyes from a mile away. “I feel like everyone's been telling me the same thing, but I haven't seen Wooyoung anywhere.”

“First time she says my name, and it's not even to my face,” came a dramatic sigh from somewhere behind you.

The organ in your chest kicked into action and you turned to face the newcomer bounding toward the group from up the hill where the parking lot was. He was clad in a pair of board shorts and a tank top, his skin glowing in the golden afternoon light. “Speak of the Devil,” you jested, poking your tongue into your cheek as you smiled.

Jung Wooyoung peered at you from over the rim of his sunglasses as they slipped down the slope of his nose, then pushed them up to nestle in his locks of dark brown hair. “That nickname's a new one.”

“It's an expression, Jung,” you said, eyebrow arched.

He gave yet another melodramatic sigh. “And she's back to the last name-calling. Would it kill you to try a 'sweetheart’ or a 'darling’ one of these days?”

“I think Yn would rather go into cardiac arrest before calling you by your first name, mate,” Felix gave a warm laugh as he sidled up beside his friend, propping his arm up onto Wooyoung's shoulder.

You lifted your bottle of lemonade in salute. “Lix, you are not wrong. Where've you been anyways, Jung?”

“Did you hear that? She cares about my whereabouts,” he gasped in giddy delight, palm over his mouth as if he and Felix were co conspirators. “I'll have you know, Ln, that Hyunjin and I were scouting for ice cream carts, but he had a phone call to take so I came back here.”

You gave a pleasant hum, knocking back a sip of the spiked lemonade. “An ice cream cart? A man after my own heart.”

“Took you that long to notice?”

You weren't given much time to ponder on that statement before everyone's attention turned to Chan, who announced that it was finally time to eat. By some miraculous force of nature, Hyunjin heard Chan's call, too, and came barreling down the hill toward base camp a few moments later. The frisbee was laid to rest, the books were marked for later, and the bonfire was set ablaze.

With delicious eats and favored company, the lot of you gathered around with one another to have dinner and watch the sun slowly sink into the horizon line. It was the perfect cap to a long and warm summer.

A few hours later, when the sun had only just disappeared from view to leave the sky a lingering shade of hazy orange, you settled beside Lia, Chaeryeong, and Yeonjun on one side of the fire pit while Chan sat on his stool with a ukulele he kept in his backseat. (You were pretty sure that ukulele lived in his backseat at this rate. Once, you saw him buckle the thing with its own seatbelt. To each their own, you supposed.)

“So Wooyoung-ah,” drawled Changbin from his perch beside Hyunjin, as the two of them plucked chips out of the same bag, “did Hongjoong say if movie night was confirmed for next Friday?”

All eyes flickered over to Wooyoung expectantly, and you found yourself meeting his gaze as his own flitted from your eyes and back to Changbin. “I’m pretty sure we're still on for Friday, yeah. All of you better be there,” he said pointedly, his finger drawing over the group.

“What time is it again?” Yeonjun asked as he shoved a marshmallow into his cheek. You smiled to yourself and poked at it, making him send an adorable scowl your way.

Wooyoung pursed his lips. “Ah… it should start around nine o'clock. But make sure you guys text me first so I can let you in. Sometimes the pledges don't care to ask before collecting fees at the door.”

Nods and murmurs of agreement resounded from around the group. Each one of you had your own experience with getting hassled for entry fee at the ATZ fraternity door before Wooyoung or one of his frat brothers came to collect you. You remembered Felix once joking about having all of your names on a list or something.

“Ln, you're coming, aren't you?” Wooyoung nodded at you from across the bonfire. He leaned his elbows onto his knees, his fine features illuminated by the fires.

Your pulse skipped. “Hm? Oh, uhm, yeah I'm pretty sure.”

A smile curled onto his lips. “Good.”

From beside you, Yeonjun lightly smacked the back of his hand against your shoulder. “Hey, you should totally invite that guy from our Econ class—y’know from last quarter—?”

Your eyebrows creased. “Mark?”

“Who's Mark?” The question Wooyoung posed was innocent, but you couldn't help hyperfixate on the way he tilted his head and pressed his lips together.

And for some reason, you wanted to clear this up. “Mark from Econ,” you said. “He, Jun, and I used to sit with each other during class. I dunno if he'd wanna come with…” You somewhat kept in touch with Mark over the summer, but it wasn't like the two of you hung out solo or anything.

Yeonjun shoved another marshmallow into his mouth, but still spoke through it, “Mawk's cool doe. I fink he iked you.”

“Ooh, someone had a crush on you, Yn?” Hyunjin snickered.

You wrinkled your nose at him. “He did not have a crush on me; he was just nice.”

“You should invite him anyway!” Chaeryeong piped up as she leaned over you and Lia to steal a marshmallow from Yeonjun's bag. The owner of said bag watched the stolen marshmallow get swallowed whole with wide eyes. “More the merrier.”

“As long as Woo lets him in,” Felix muttered into his plastic cup so his words were slightly muffled. You didn't hear what he said, but you saw Wooyoung whack him and induce a Felix-standard fairy giggle.

You reached into Yeonjun's marshmallow bag, pretending he wasn't gawking at you with even wider eyes to guilt you into not taking his precious. “Okay, I will ask, but no promises.”

“Who the fuck is Mark from Econ?”

San barely glanced up from what he was reading and he flipped the page to the tune of Wooyoung's rapid pacing of their shared room. “He's from Econ, I'm guessing.”

Wooyoung stopped in the middle of the open space between their beds, hands braced on their hips. He had just gotten home from the bonfire after having dropped off Hyunjin, Yeonjun, and Changbin at their apartment. When he'd arrived home to the ATZ fraternity on Greek Row, he had not been surprised to find nearly everyone still awake, even at one in the morning.

San, as always, had his nose buried in a bout of nightly reading. He claimed it helped him sleep better, but how could it if he sometimes stayed up until five in the morning because he was so invested?

“That's very helpful, thanks,” Wooyoung deadpanned.

His friend spared him a glance from over the book's edge. Then after one peak at his sorry state, San sighed and stuck an old receipt into the book to mark it for later. “Did they mention a last name? Mark who?”

Wooyoung waved his hand around. “Agh, I dunno. Yeonjun said in the car ride home something about a Mark Lee…”

San blinked, head tilting to the side in thought. “Mark Lee? Like the Mark Lee from NCT down the street?”

For a moment, Wooyoung only stared with furrowed brows, allowing the information presented to process through his brain. When it hit him, it was clear as day. He groaned, dragging his palms down his face as he plopped down on the edge of his bed. “We can't let him into Friday's movie night, Sannie.”

“And why not? He's a nice dude.”

“That is exactly why we can't let him in!” At the way San's face arranged itself into the epitome of confusion, Wooyoung waved his hands around in a manic craze. “If he gets cozy with Yn, my chances are ruined.”

San gave up; he picked up his book again. “Sounds like a skill issue.”

“Movie night? Dark setting? Sharing blankets? Fairy lights overhead?” Wooyoung flopped onto his back and glared at the ceiling. It was the perfect way to get closer to you if he could somehow make it not weird since you were almost always with one of your other friends. This could arguably be his big breakthrough with you; it had all of the makings of a romantic night… as long as everything went right.

He just needed to be absolutely sure that your feelings and his feelings were on the same page.

San sighed, the book flopping onto his lap. “Why can't you just—I don't know—insert yourself?” He made a motion with his arm, his dimples digging into his cheeks as he pressed his lips together in a deadpan, arm jutting straightforward. “Insert. Like… insert.”

Wooyoung craned his head up from his position. “Like—insert?”

“Insert,” San affirmed. “She sits down, and you sit down next to her before anyone else can. Easy.”

“So you want me to be a parasite?”

San scoffed and fixed Wooyoung with a pointed look. “If you're not going to tell her to her face that you like her—”

“Parasitism, it is!”

As the days grew closer to the ATZ frat's annual fall movie night, you had to admit that you might have been severely procrastinating on extending an invitation to Mark. Mark was, by all counts, a nice guy. He was a good guy, in fact. But it wasn't like the two of you were buddy-buddy with each other, as Yeonjun made it sound like to everyone else. It was the equivalent of your mom asking you to invite your neighbor to your birthday party—they were nice enough, but you weren't close enough to ensure this wouldn't be awkward.

Plus, you couldn't get this sticky feeling out of the back of your mind about Yeonjun claiming Mark liked you. There was no problem, per se, with a guy liking you. It was just that… you weren't interested in him like that. You also didn't want other people thinking that you were interested in him either, and getting the wrong idea.

You tried to convince yourself that you weren't interested in anyone at the moment, but you knew, deep in your heart of hearts, that wasn't true. You just didn't want to admit it. (A tragedy, indeed.)

When the first Friday night of the university term rolled around, you and your friends pulled up outside the ATZ frat house without Mark Lee. You'd admitted to them that it was awkward, so the subject was easily brushed away. There was nothing they could do about it now, anyway.

When they strolled up to the entryway, Yeonjun told the pledges at the front that they were with Wooyoung. As per protocol, they forced you all to wait outside until Wooyoung could get there from wherever he was within the house. You could hear the music thumping from the backyard, along with chatter and laughter, all from people waiting for the movie night to start.

You shivered as you hugged your arms around your body, a cool autumn breeze blowing past. “Damn, I should've brought a jacket,” you laughed, hopping around from foot to foot to stay warm. Or maybe you should've worn a sweater rather than a T-shirt over your pajama shorts.

Lia perked up. “Oh! I think I have o—”

Felix's eyes widened as he interjected, “No, you don't!”

Everyone passed Felix a strange look, especially you and Lia. Curiously, you watched as Felix seemingly communicated with Lia in silent, urgent facial expressions before smiling at you like his regular, ray-of-sunshine self.

You blinked. What in the world…?

Lia turned back toward you with an apologetic wince on her face. “I think I took my jacket out of the backseat before I left the house. Sorry, Yn.”

“Oh, that's okay,” you assured her. “I'll, uh, probably steal Chan's blanket or something once we get settled.”

Wooyoung appeared at the door moments later, a lollipop stick between his teeth and a cozy dark blue hoodie on his frame. Like many others here tonight, he was in a pair of pajama pants and fluffy slippers. “Hey guys! Come on in.”

Thankful for the excellent timing, you all slipped inside the front doors of the frat to get to the backyard. The movie night was usually held in the backyard space just because it could hold more people. The movie was then projected against the back of the house with an old projector that was apparently passed down from generation to generation of the frat. There was oftentimes a table to the side that was stocked with snacks and booze for all those attending.

Wooyoung led the group of you out into the backyard, specifically to a spot with a decent view, already laid out with picnic blankets and regular blankets. “Tada!” He exclaimed with jazz hands, catching the amused gaze of others nearby. “I reserved a spot for all of us!”

“Without permission!” Somebody—you recognized Yunho's teasing grin from over by the snack table—yelled.

“Seonghwa hyung said I could!” Wooyoung shot back in proper little sibling fashion. He stuck one of his hands into his pockets and took his lollipop out. “Anyways, help yourselves!”

“This is really cool of you, dude,” Changbin said as he bumped Wooyoung's fist and settled on one corner of the setup.

Chan hobbled over toward Changbin. “Yeah, man. We really appreciate it.”

You murmured your own thanks to Wooyoung as you passed by him to decide on where to sit.

His eyes flickered over your form, noting the way you used your palms to keep your arms warm. “Hey, Ln.”

“Jung,” you mused back.

“You didn't bring a jacket?” He asked incredulously. “It's gonna get colder tonight.”

Sheepishness washed over you and you scratched your head with an embarrassed smile. “I'll be fine under the blankets.”

He shook his head, dissatisfaction clear on his face, as he stuck his lollipop back into his mouth and began shouldering off his jacket.

Your eyes widened when you realized what he was doing. “Hey, wait—I’ll be fine—”

Wooyoung held out the jacket to you, eyebrows lifting in silent communication. 'Put it on.’

You pursed your lips and considered it for a moment. You knew that he was right and it was going to get colder later tonight. You could only bring the blanket up so far… Slowly, you slipped into it with his help, and your upper body was immediately grateful for the warmth.

Wooyoung spun you around to face him again, swiftly reaching for the zipper at the bottom to zip you up.

“Oh, you don't have to—” You shut up with one look from him. You could feel your skin begin to warm, not just because of the residual heat from Wooyoung's body heat on the jacket. You weren't exactly used to this, but you also weren't going to complain. This article of clothing smelled sinfully good—was that his cologne or how he always smelled?

When you were all zipped up, his lips pressed into a content smile. “I'm gonna go grab another jacket. I'll be right back,” he said, throwing a thumb back in the direction of the house.

Based on the fact he was only wearing a tank top underneath the jacket you now wore, you nodded vigorously. “Yeah, of course,” you stammered. “Thanks.”

His smile widened. “No problem, Yn. You look good in it.”

You didn't get another word in because he was darting across the backyard and disappearing inside the house before you could. You were sure you looked as flustered as you felt, and you slowly sank onto the blanket set up beside Chaeryeong and Lia.

From down the line, you could feel your friends’ eyes and wagging brows.

“Don't say anything,” you said to them, pulling your knees to your chest and pretending you weren't in heaven from how nice the jacket felt and smelled. (Oh god, were you being weird about this?)

A snort from Hyunjin.

Felix giggled. “Not a single word.”

By the time Wooyoung returned, Hongjoong was beginning to fire up the movie of choice tonight (Parasite—how fitting) and the backyard had been substantially populated.

Though there was no Mark Lee tonight to be a parasite about, Wooyoung settled on the other side of Chaeryeong who was right beside you. There was a bucket of popcorn per every three or so of you. You dipped into the bucket closest to you, which was the one in front of Chaeryeong.

At some point during the movie, Chaeryeong raised her head from where she was resting against your shoulder and searched the area around you. “Hey,” she whispered to you, “my friend from the Delta sorority is over there and I'm gonna go say hi.”

You nodded. “Sounds good.”

As she clambered to her feet, you met Wooyoung's eyes from her other side. He had tugged his own hood over his head, so only his bangs hung out of it. He nodded toward Chaeryeong in question: ‘Where’s she going?’

“Just a friend,” you answered quietly.

From your other side, you heard Lia make a small gasping sound. “Ooh, I'm gonna say hi, too!”

When both of them had cleared out, you craned your head around to see if you recognized the Delta they went to greet. You did not, and so you stayed put.

It didn't take long for you to realize that you were pretty sure Lia and Chaeryeong were over there for much more than a hello, which was completely fine—you were simply going to hog all of their blanket space—

A throat cleared on your left side, and you watched Wooyoung take the shared popcorn bucket and scoot over into where Chaeryeong was sitting next to you. “So we can reach easier,” he reasoned, shoveling a handful of buttered kernels into his mouth.

You couldn't and didn't argue with that. Though, you were unsure of how fast your heart was beating now that you and he were shoulder to shoulder, leg to leg.

But you turned your attention back to the movie because obviously there was nothing wrong with this. There was absolutely nothing about sitting this close to Wooyoung that was making you flustered—

You jolted when your hand touched his in the popcorn bucket, both of you having blindly reached in.

Your eyes met in the dark again, and you hoped he couldn't see just how affected you were by the touch. “Sorry,” you whispered, withdrawing your hand swiftly.

“No, it's okay,” he murmured back, a small lift in the corner of his lips. “Nothing to be sorry about.”

When the movie reached its inevitable conclusion, it was nearing midnight. Though the projector was turned off, there were plenty of people still lingering to chat and drink. You wiped your hands on a napkin and smeared on a dollop of hand sanitizer that Chan usually kept in his pocket. (The crazy man was always prepared.)

Lia and Chaeryeong eventually came back to the group, but you and Wooyoung scooted over so they could sit next to each other on your right. Your arm was still pressed to his arm, and you still kept his jacket on. It had done a brilliant job at keeping you warm tonight; you were dreading parting with it.

“Can we help you guys clean up or anything?” You asked him as you passed him Chan's bottle of hand sanitizer to use.

He hummed, “Uh, I think we should be okay. We'll probably just end up leaving half of it out to clean up in the morning anyway.”

You nodded, taking the hand sanitizer back from him so you could pass it down the assembly line to Chan.

“Oh, by the way,” Wooyoung piped up. “Whatever happened to that Mark guy you were gonna invite?”

You paused, cupping the back of your neck. “Ah… yeah, I didn't actually invite him,” you admitted. “I just thought it would be awkward 'cause we're not really that close.”

He bobbed his head in understanding. “I see, I see. So what Yeonjun said about him…?”

“Your first mistake was listening to Yeonjun.”

Two people down, you heard a squawk of indignation. “Hey! I heard that!”

A chuckle rang out amongst your group. Changbin and Chan's end of the blanket mass suddenly began standing up, the former of which was propping up a half-conscious Felix, citing needs to get the blond to bed. The rest of you wholeheartedly agreed and joined them, empty popcorn buckets in hand to deposit back at the snack table.

As soon as your bare legs hit the cold night air, you gazed forlornly at the blanket you'd been using before. “Jung, let me give you back your jacket,” you said, catching his attention before he wandered off.

But instead of waiting for you to take off the garment, he placed a hand over yours to stop you from unzipping it. “Keep it,” he said.

“Keep it?” You parroted back dumbly.

He broke into a smile. “Yeah, it'll keep you warm until you get home.”

For a moment, you could only stare. Was he always this pretty? Or was it just the fairy lights that were turned on overhead? You swallowed, your lips curling into a small smile back. “Oh okay—thanks. I'll get it back to you as soon as possible.”

“Whatever you say,” he chuckled and reached over to pat your head. The action made a jolt of warmth run down your spine from your head to your toes. Maybe you were just tired.

Saturday night, you found yourself jostling around in the crowd of all the other late night snackers at the fast food chain a few blocks from the stadium. The first college football game of the season had just ended, and all of your friends who had gone agreed to get a bite to eat afterward. It seemed, however, that nearly everyone else at the game had the same idea.

The establishment was packed to the brim, at least the ordering area was. Your friends had gone outside to score one of the picnic benches for your group, while you, Changbin, and Felix were stuck here to order. (It was all because the three of you sorely lost a game of rock, paper, scissors, and now your wallet would pay, quite literally.) Servers behind the counter hollered out order numbers, and plastic trays of burgers, fries, milkshakes, and grease passed hands.

Your mouth was already watering; cheering and screaming for three hours was a good way to make yourself famished. “Do we have everyone's orders?” You asked your friends, sticking your head in the open space between their shoulders.

Changbin flashed you the group text. “If it's not here, they're starving.”

“Amen to that,” Felix grunted, shaking his bangs out of his eyes and scrolling through his social media fees. “I think Hyunjin and Yeonjun purposely ordered the triple cheeseburger and loaded fries to break our banks.”

“We need to watch that WikiHow video on winning rock, paper, scissors,” you said. The three of you sighed altogether—next time, you wouldn't rely on just luck to get you through something so high stakes.

“You guys look like we just lost the actual game,” mused a familiar voice behind you.

Wooyoung appeared at your side, elbow propped onto your shoulder, accompanied by a couple of his frat brothers, San and Jongho. Wooyoung had a university branded cap over his head with a pair of cherry red heart glasses seated up on the bill, a bit of school spirit in the form of black and red. “I see you lost rock, paper, scissors, Ln.”

You scowled. Of course he knew how you ended up here. After all, he was subjected to it whenever he hung out with your group of friends. “Do you wanna take over my share of the bill, Jung?”

“Do I get something in return?”

“I don't know, your jacket?”

He grinned. “Oh, so you weren't planning on just giving it back to me?”

“I will gladly keep it if you don't want it. She's in the dryer right now,” you shot back. At some point, your heart had kicked up in your chest again, perhaps at the proximity of Wooyoung to you. There wasn't much space in here as it was.

The line scooted up about two centimeters, and Wooyoung's eyebrows shot up in amusement. “You’re washing it after wearing it once? Or maybe you've been wearing it for the past twelve hours and you're just not telling me.”

You ignored the warmth creeping up your neck. “It's called being courteous.”

“It's called wasting water,” he teased, the elbow on your shoulder shifting to an arm slung around both of your shoulders.

“Oh please. It's being washed with the rest of my clothes!” You exclaimed in your defense as you grew more flustered.

Something giddy lit up on his face as the group of you moved up closer to the register. “So that jacket's gonna smell like you? I might not ever wash it again, Ln.”

It was an unholy amount of time later that you, your friends, and the frat trio finally made it out of the stuffy fast food restaurant with your massive order. Instead of a picnic bench, however, it seemed that both your friends and Wooyoung's were exiled to the curb by the street. The sight was rather laughable—around fifteen or so people seated on the firelane like a line of abandoned ducklings.

Everyone practically swarmed the to-go bags that you and your friends deposited in the grass. You picked up one of the cartons of fries for yourself, standing just outside the circle that had formed.

Mingi was recalling one of the plays from tonight's game with vivid acting when you heard your name being called from down the road.

Curious, your eyes tracked the sound, only to see a group of fraternity guys making their way towards you from the direction of Greek Row. Among them, it was Mark Lee that you recognized first in a red bomber jacket and backwards cap. His cheeks were flushed and eyes twinkled like a pair of diamond earrings.

“YN LN! IS THAT YOU?” He giggled, and you just knew that the poor guy was drunk off his face.

One of his friends with a bunny-looking face grappled onto his arm with a groan. “Sorry! He was double-dared to take one too many shots by this bastard,” he said when they neared and cut a glare to one of the tall boys behind him. Said tall boy whistled, pretending not to hear him.

Yunho cupped his hands around his mouth and gave a loud holler. “Aye, N-City! Jungwoo, where the hell have you been, man?"

“It’s called the engineering program, bro,” the one you assumed to be Jungwoo grumbled. He hobbled over to where Yunho was seated in the circle and knocked his fist against the latter's. “Oh my god, can I steal a fry? That line over there looks awful.”

Mingi lifted his tray of fries up for Jungwoo to pluck a few.

Mark, with the supervision of his bunny friend, scuttled over toward you. “Fries sound so good, dude. Like bro. BRO. I am so hungry.” He giggled again as you extended your fries out to him in amusement. “Thanks, Yn. Do I still owe you for coffee that one time?” He slurred, shoving the slices of potato into his mouth.

You chuckled, offering his friend some fries, but was quietly rejected. “Coffee? That was like, once, Mark. Don't worry about it.”

“I know, but like—like, I keep thinking about it, y'know,” he confessed. In the streetlight, you could see his cherry red cheekbones… almost the color of Wooyoung's glas—what. Where did that thought come from?

Absent-mindedly, your eyes flickered across the circle to where you knew Wooyoung was seated with his brothers. To your surprise, you found him already staring your way.

“—it’d be cool to get coffee again sometime, and be friends! I almost took the next econ class in the series 'cause of you.”

“Oh, really?” You asked, forcing yourself back to the people in front of you and being unable to suppress a giggle. You were touched by the sentiment, and frankly, relieved to hear that you and he were pretty much on the same page about being friends. “The next class in the series is kind of ass though, so I'm glad you aren't gonna have to suffer through it.”

“Aw, but we're all in this together!” He chirped.

His friend gave Mark a small pat on his arm. “We should get a move on before the crowds get worse.”

Mark's eyes widened and he gasped. “You're right, hyung!”

“See you, guys,” you said with a small wave. The two boys threw a similarly warm goodbye to you as they slipped past you and toward the jam-packed fast food joint you had braved just earlier.

Across the wide social circle, Wooyoung couldn't hear exactly what yours and Mark's conversation entailed because of all the chatter. Sue him for being caught staring at you, but he couldn't keep his eyes off you, as per usual. There was a familiar pang in his chest as he watched you bid Mark and Doyoung from the NCT fraternity goodbye, and he mindlessly finished off the tray of fries in front of him.

Although you technically implied to him last night that there was nothing between you and Mark, there was undoubtedly a part of him that still felt jittery at the thought.

There was a nudge against his arm. “Glare even harder, and Mark might wake up with a pair of holes in the back of his head.”

Wooyoung moved his scowl to San beside him, a snicker falling from his best friend's mouth. “I'm not glaring,” Wooyoung protested and reached for a napkin in the middle of the circle.

“Oh, right,” San drawled, “you're staring at Yn.”

“Yes, and?” He shot back. “What'd'you think they were talking about?” He could practically hear the sound of your giggles in his ears after Mark said something. Wooyoung didn't like the way that made his stomach churn—the fact that this other guy was making you laugh. Did he make you laugh like that? Did you look that radiant when you were with him? God, why did you have to be so gobsmackingly gorgeou—

San considered him for a moment as he chewed on the bite of his burger. “Why don't you ask her yourself?” He muttered with a vague gesture of his aioli-covered fingers, “I dunno, go offer to drive her home or something.”

“That's the first good idea I've heard all night.” Wooyoung hopped to his feet, a misshapen plan (of sorts) manifesting in his head. Hopefully it would work out better than the movie night one. (But by some metrics, he could consider movie night a success…)

San exhaled under his breath as his friend went to go find a trash can first. “Can't believe he actually went with that,” he said with a shake of his head. He could only hope now that his friend would finally put himself out of his misery.

Having finished your post-game snack, drowsiness was slowly seeping into your joints and the corners of your eyes. It was bound to be nearing midnight at this time, and with all of the excitement within the past two days, you were about ready to head back.

You swept your eyes over the group to gauge if any of your other friends looked about ready to go home, too, when you felt someone tap your shoulder.

“Can I give you a lift home?” Wooyoung asked as he stood there, cap and glasses hanging from his hand while the other carded through his hair.

Well. “It's like you read my mind, Jung,” you mused. “Do you and your brothers not usually carpool though?”

“Eh, Hongjoong hyung brought the minivan.”

You didn't know why that comment made you laugh—perhaps it was the image of a bunch of ATZ frat members shoved into a soccer mom minivan with Hongjoong at its helm—but a laugh most definitely tumbled from your lips. The sound and sight reflected in Wooyoung's expression, a boyish grin coming to his face and reaching his eyes. “Alright, fine. As long as by taking me home, you aren't abandoning them on the streets.”

The two of you began walking side by side to where he would lead you back toward wherever his car was parked. “Nah,” he reassured you with a shake of his head. He took his cherry heart glasses and slid them up into his hair. “A nice walk home might keep them humble, y'know?”

“And who's to say you don't need humbling, Jung?” You joked.

A smirk curled up on his mouth like a cat's tail. “What? Are you going to humble me, Ln?”

You gave a nonchalant shrug to cover up the rapid pulse hammering away in your veins. “I could finesse your keys, you never know.”

He motioned to the left where his sedan was parked along the side of the street. “I'll have you know that you already have one of my keys,” he said as he rounded his car to reach the driver's seat.

You crinkled your brows together, your hand lingering on the door to the passenger's seat as he fished his keys out to unlock the car. “What key?”

“The key to my heart,” he winked, smile widening.

You glanced away, tongue jamming into your cheek to suppress your flustered smile, but by the sounds of Wooyoung's glee from the other side of the car, you were unsuccessful. “You tell that to all the girls?” You finally said when the car chirped and you slipped into the passenger's seat.

Your car doors slammed in tandem.

“Nope, that one's just for you,” he said, tossing his hat in the back and starting the engine.

The fluttery feeling in your chest was making it difficult for you to sit still. If you were so enraptured by his scent clinging to the fabric of his jacket, then his car must have been level two. Your body melted into the car seat, and you turned your head to watch the world pass through the window with a content expression on your face.

There had been something gnawing at you for a while now. You knew Wooyoung boasted a rather flirty personality; he had always been pretty outgoing and teasing ever since you met. There were so many signs that pointed to him liking you more than just a friend, but you didn't want to jump to conclusions. (Denial? What was that?)

Was this different from when Yeonjun suggested that Mark liked you? Well, yes. This was different because you… it was different because this was Wooyoung, not Mark. It was different because you were suddenly marinating on the idea of him liking you, and not dismissing it like you had with Mark.

You were growing giddy at the idea, in fact. And maybe that made you nervous.

A thought appeared in your head. “Oh, I guess it's a good thing you're taking me home, because now I can give you back your jacket.” For a moment, you deeply considered casually “forgetting” to return the garment, but your integrity won out.

You saw him glance over at you before returning his eyes to the road. “Right, right. Good idea,” he murmured. He ran his teeth over his bottom lip then. “Hey, uhm, weird question.”

“Uh oh,” you joked.

He chuckled. “Yah, it's not an 'uh oh!’ I was just wondering what Mark came to talk to you about.”

Oh. That wasn't exactly what you had in mind when he said he had a weird question.

Your eyes flickered over to him for a second. “You seem awfully interested in me and Mark,” you drawled, uncertain of where this was going.

“I mean—I know you said last night that you guys aren't that close,” he supplemented, tongue swiping over his lip as he turned the corner onto your street, “but he seemed pretty friendly tonight.”

“Mark’s always friendly,” you pointed out. Part of it was just so you could prod a little and figure out why Wooyoung was pursuing this.

“You're not wrong.”

Your head tilted to the side. “So?”

“So?”

You let out a small laugh. “Hey, Jung, what's going on? You're usually not so antsy about these things, especially not with me.” You chewed on the inside of your cheek and your fingers drummed mindlessly against your thigh in anticipation.

Wooyoung glanced over at you again, his lips pressing together. He was entering your apartment complex street now and carefully pulled up along the curb outside. “I would argue that it's the complete opposite.”

“Huh?”

“You can't possibly think that this whole time I haven't been head over heels for you?” He blurted.

Even if the car had stopped, your heart rate most definitely hadn't.

At your loss for words, he killed the engine. “Like, you think I stare at you for fun? No, actually, I stare at you because I'm literally just so attracted to you, it's survival.”

You sucked in a breath. “Jung…”

“And you know, I try to be as obvious as I can, but maybe I'm not? And I'm—I’m trying to be as loud about my feelings as possible,” he continued on, adding in an accompaniment of sweeping hand gestures. “Without actually admitting to my feelings, as stupid as it sounds.”

“Jung. Jung, wait—”

“This wasn't supposed to turn into a ramble, but what I'm trying to say is—”

“Wooyoung.”

He screeched to a halt, eyes widened as if you'd just grown two heads.

Oh, you were so endeared by this man. In this snapshot of time, there was nothing other than utter adoration in your heart for him. “You were probably being very loud, but I'm also hard of hearing sometimes.”

“Extremely,” he agreed with his mouth pressed into a line.

“Hey!”

He broke into a grin that was soft at the corners and tender at the eyes. “Just so you know, I don't treat anyone else like you. You're probably the only person I will ever address by their last name as a term of endearment.”

You laughed, skin warming to the touch. “I'll admit—same here.” A jolt of electricity warmed down your spine at the admission.

“I can't persuade you to even try a 'honey’ or a ‘baby?’ Not even a 'sweetie pie?’”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Maybe you'll unlock some of them as time goes on. It has to feel right.”

He leaned forward onto the center console, a small, happy sigh falling from his mouth. “Okay,” he said quietly. “I can deal with that.”

In reply, you twisted around in your seat to face him, your head leaned against the car seat. “Just so we're clear though…”

“I like you—I do.”

“Good.” Your lips curled into a smile. “I like you, too.”

In the low light of the car, the sky darkened and the only light coming from the streetlight a few cars away, you and Wooyoung shared a soft moment together. The thing that had been needling at the back of your mind was finally subsiding.

Swallowing, you reached forward to brush a strand of hair out of his eyes, and his eyes seemed to shudder. “Yeonjun once called you my lover boy.”

“I'm pretty sure all of our friends knew how I felt,” he snorted.

You made a small gesture with your shoulder, wincing. “Except for me?”

“Except for you,” he sighed jokingly. “Utter pain. But you know what?”

“What's that?”

“I think I like being your lover boy.”

You slowly nodded. “It has a nice ring to it.” You couldn't help another smile as you rolled it over and over in your mind. Your lover boy, your lover boy, your lover boy… “My lover boy.”

Wooyoung pressed his palms together like he was praying, his hands touching his lips. “Give me the strength—I can't not kiss you after hearing that come out of your mouth.”

Your heart gave an aggressive palpitation. “Well… I wouldn't be opposed.”

“Hey, lover girl,” he said, mouth split open with a pretty grin, “can I kiss you?”

How could you refuse?

He leaned forward and cradled one side of your face with one hand so he could press his lips against your own. If there was any doubt left in your mind about how you felt for him, it was all dashed away once he kissed you.

When your eyes fluttered open, you met his gaze.

“I think,” he murmured, thumb drawing over your bottom lip, “I just fell for you all over again.

God, how could you compete with that line? You ducked your head, unabashedly flustered. He only cooed at your reaction and came forward to smack a long kiss to your cheek.

When it was determined that you would finally head up to your apartment for the evening, you reluctantly clambered out of his vehicle. He rolled down his window so he could drape himself out of it like a damsel in a tower, his eyes shaped like hearts.

“Is it safe to say that I can keep your jacket?” You jested, stopping in front of his window.

He huffed a laugh. “You know, I thought you'd never ask. But you'll have to trade me for something of yours.”

“Deal, Jung.” You were certain you could think of something.

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[in1-nutshell]

Can I please have TFA Ironhold, Ophelia and Fearless get yeeted into Jasper Nevada and go on misadventures with the kids. Team Prime is generally perturbed when they realise that these three stooges are megatrons kids from another universe. Ironholds general face of disgust when she meets tfp Megatron, Ophelia desperately trying to cover Fearless’s mouth before they say something that’ll dig their grave even deeper. Tfa megatron just generally having a bad time because WHY DO PORTALS KEEP KIDNAPING HIS FAMILY? FIRST HIS WIFE AND NOW HIS KIDS.

plus

Fearless - WHERE’S SILVER AID

Megatron - WHO?????

Fearless - oh this explains a lot actually.

TFA Meg's is going to file a restraining order on the portals if they take his family without notice again...

Hope you enjoy!

TFA Ironhold, Ophelia and Fearless meet TFP Team Prime

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Cybertronian reader, Human reader

TFA/TFP

Ratchet and Wheeljack were just trying to fix the groundbridge.

Next thing they know, two bot’s come flinging out and Ratchet nearly throws out his backstruts diving in after a screaming human from hitting the floor.

The bots are unconscious and led to the medbay.

They both had hit their helms hard on the floor and had the Decepticon badge.

These Con’s probably kidnapped the human and the groundbrigde picked up on their energy signatures and brought them here.

The good news was that the Cons were securely restrained.

Bad news was that the human was not unconscious.

They were… a bit of a handful to say it in a nice way.

Fearless: “WHO ARE YOU!? WHERE AM I?! WHERE’S MY FAMILY!?” Wheeljack: “Hey, hey, relax kid. You’re safe now.” Fearless ignores this and tries to squirm around until they see Ironhold and Ophelia restrained on the medbay. Fearless: “IRONHOLD! OPHELIA! WHAT DID YOU DO TO THEM!? I’LL KICK YOUR SORRY TIN CAN IF YOU SO MUCH AS SCRATCHED THEIR PAINTJOB!” Ratchet: “What? These Decepticon’s clearly kidnapped you.” Fearless goes to argue but then glares at Ratchet. Fearless: “Hey, are you related to that Ratchet bot from Team Prime? I mean like an ugly cousin or something?” Wheeljack snorts a bit as Ratchet scoffs. Ratchet: “I am Ratchet. How do you know my designation?” Fearless laughs a bit before quieting down seeing the bots not laughing. Fearless: “Wait, so if your Ratchet… and the portal… and you’re not tiny anymore… oh…oh great we’re in another dimension aren’t we.” Ratchet and Wheeljack: “What?” Fearless: “Hush! I need to calm down and think—" Optimus walks in. Optimus: “Ratchet there was yelling, what happened?” Fearless: “IS THAT PRIME?!”

There was a bit to explain on Fearless’s end as well as the rest of team Prime who soon filed in.

They recounted the story of how they and their siblings got sucked into a random portal on the way to get groceries.

They sat leaning on the smaller minibots side, occasionally looking at her and the larger bot with a concerned look on their face.

It wouldn’t be long until the Cons started waking up. Ironhold groans in pain and goes to grip their helm. Their servos are restrained. Ironhold: “What the… what’s with the restraints!” The commotion wakes Ophelia up who is also restrained. Fearless gets up and hugs Ophelia’s helm. Fearless: “Lia! Oh, thank the Allspark! I do not want to have to explain this alone.” Ophelia: “Fearless? Wait where are—” She catches sight of much larger Autobots. Ophelia: “Since when did the bots get that big!?” Ironhold moves their helm and spots the bots too. Except with a much bigger response. Ironhold: “Fearless! Ophelia!” They are trying to snap the thick restraints. Ironhold: “TOUCH THEM AND I WILL END YOU!”

So that took another while to calm down the Cons.

Well, mainly Ironhold from trying to throw servos with any bot who looked at their siblings in any way.

Even in a completely different universe, Ironhold still held themselves tall… even though they barely came up to a few inches above TFP Bumblebee.

The TFP crew is stunned to hear that these three visitors were Megatron’s kids.

Just… just how?!

HOW!?

Ironhold they could see being Megatron’s child.

But Ophelia?

Fearless?!

That was something different.

Ironhold and Fearless shot back that seeing this new Team Prime was weird to them.

And where was everyone?

Surely this rinky dinky team had their tech and communications hidden around somewhere and weren’t relying on human technology.

…

…

Oh, Primus they WERE!?

On finding out about this base being the current living place of the Autobots, Team Prime notices a shift in the visitors.

It was almost like they were in disbelief… maybe a bit disturbed as well.

The complete shift happens when talks about Megatron and the Decepticons are made.

Ironhold, Ophelia and Fearless are looking at the screen. It shows videos of the Decepticons ravaging the planet and some close calls. One particular video of Raf nearly dying makes Ophelia and Ironhold unconsciously move closer to Fearless. The human’s eyes burn into the screen, not making any objections to their siblings moving closer. Ironhold turns to Optimus with a grim face. Ironhold: “And you say your Megatron was at fault for this?” Optimus: “Yes.” Ironhold looks disgusted at Megatron’s face. Ironhold: “For the time we are here, I will help your team.” Ophelia: “And I.” Fearless: “What am I a roach? Sign me up!” Ratchet: “And how can we trust you?” Ironhold: “We may be aligned with the Decepticons, but this.” They point at Megatron. Ironhold: “We do not follow him. So, trust us or not, we will not stand a mech like that running around.” Fearless: “Plus he’s kinda ugly.” Ophelia: “Fearless.” Fearless: “Oh come one! He looks like he is on space rocks!” Bulkhead: “Well…” Fearless: “…Say sike right now.” Bumblebee: “Beep bep (It’s called Dark Energon)” Fearless: “Say sike right now!”

Things with the new visitors goes smoothly at first.

Until the inevitable comes…

The kids meet the cons and Fearless.

Arcee, Bumblebee and Bulkhead are a bit wary of leaving their kids with the visitors.

But it turns out that they had nothing to worry about.

Fearless obviously is the first one they warm up to.

Followed by Ophelia and then Ironhold.

Ophelia likes observing and answering questions the kids have.

Ironhold is very still when the kids start to use them as a jungle gym when Fearless shows how ‘harmless’ they are.

Miko and Fearless are not allowed to be alone in the same room.

And both are not allowed near the groundbrigde without supervision after they ran into it one time.

…And were transported near the bots battle.

Fearless grabs a rock and chucks it at Megatron. Fearless: “HEY UGLY!” Megatron turns their way. They live up to their name and stand firm. Miko is looking from afar at her new role model. Miko: “Wow…” Fearless: “WHAT WOULD SIVLER AID THINK OF THIS!?” Megatron: “Who?” Fearless: “… You know what, that makes sense. You don’t even DESERVE to know who she is you slimy bucket head son of a—” Ironhold and Ophelia feel their energon run cold seeing Fearless bad mouthing this pointy and much larger Megatron. Ironhold and Ophelia: “FEARLESS!” The taller con grabs Ophelia and throws her at Megatron’s helm and tackles his side. Ophelia is covering his optics with her frame. Ironhold is doing their best to restrain the warlord. Fearless is cheering in the background. Fearless: “GET’EM!” Ironhold: “RUN!”

Fearless is threatened to by put on a leash if they ever pulled a stunt like that again.

Ophelia is now the official ‘human babysitter’, making sure that NO human is allowed 30 feet from the groundbrigde, the door, or any exit in the base.

Ironhold helps fight Con’s with Team Prime.

It wasn’t as hard as they thought it would be.

This wasn’t their family, and they didn’t have to worry about hurting Silver Aid which was a plus.

They couldn’t imagine their mother being with a mech like TFP Megatron.

Miko: “So what’s it like with Megs as a dad?” Fearless shrugs. Fearless: “he’s just my dad, nothing special.” Jack: “You have the leader of the Decepticons as your dad and your saying it like its something normal.” Raf: “Does he do things like a regular human dad would?” Fearless: “…He likes to take me flying and keep me on his shoulder while he reads or walks around the base. Silver is trying to get him to get me to walk more, something about me being healthy or something.” Jack: “Silver?” Fearless: “Oh yeah! I forgot you guys don’t have her in this universe. Well, she’s Elita One’s twin sister who’s a techno organic spider and is kinda our spiderwoman mom.” Miko: “…” Jack: “…” Raf: “…” Optimus: “…” Ratchet: “…” Bulkhead: “…” Bumblebee: “…” Arcee: “…” Wheeljack: “…” Fearless: “…What?” Meanwhile in TFA… Megatron is standing in front of Team Prime. Optimus: “Megatron. Why did you call us here?” Megatron: “I offer a temporary truce.” Optimus: “…What for?” Megatron: “My children are missing.” Optimus: “What?” Megatron: “Listen little Prime, it pains me to ask you of this already… The children have been gone for more than a week and Silver Aid just fought Lugnut because he tried to take her off the security monitor.” Lugnut has noticeable dents on his servos and chassis. Lugnut: “I believe her fighting skills are getting better Lord Megatron.” Optimus: “If she is that bad… do swear that no Autobot be harmed if we help you?” Bumblebee: “Boss bot—” Megatron: “For the children, yes.” Optimus and Megatron shake servos. Megatron: “…But as her Amica, get her to recharge.” Optimus: “No.” Megatron: “What? Why?” Optimus has flashbacks to Silver Aid socking Sentinel in the face for disturbing her studying time. Optimus: “Out of safety.”

[reminiscingtonight]

What She Doesn't Know Won't Hurt

Lia Wälti x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Fully inspired by all of the team pics with Myles

[WOSO Masterlist]

She’s gone. 

Despite nearly spending all your time joined at the hip, Lia’s not here. 

While normally heartbreaking and unbearable, today it’s exactly what you were hoping for. 

“Make sure to be quiet.”

The sound of something instantly crashing to the ground has you shooting a withering glare at the younger girl by your side. 

“What did I just say?” you sigh, knowing very well you’re going to have to clean up whatever just spilt later.

Alessia gives you a sheepish smile. “Sorry, hazard that comes from having long limbs.”

You ignore the dig at your height. “Do you want to see the surprise or not?”

She perks up at that, quickly scrambling to keep up with your pace. 

When you push open the door to the guest room, there’s a quiet whine before a sharp nose pokes out. 

You’re instantly plowed over by a brown blur, wet tongue dragging all over your face. Laughing, you have to fight to get back to a seated position, fingers digging through short fur. 

Next to you Alessia’s staring, barely able to hide her excitement at the sight of your new puppy. “Oh my god, he’s gorgeous,” she gasps. 

“You want to pet him? Bear doesn’t bite.”

Alessia reaches out without hesitation. Bear takes one look at the striker before his mouth closes around her fingers, lightly nipping at her digits. 

“Much,” you grin as Alessia yelps in surprise. 

She shoots your dog a dirty look as he sits down next to you with a proud look. “Aw, don’t be mad, Lessi. He’s just a baby.”

Whatever Alessia’s going to say is interrupted when he tilts his head at her, beady eyes trained on her face. You can practically hear her gulp, the blonde stiffening in front of you. 

Scooching forward, he gives Alessia an exploratory sniff. 

Whatever Bear finds next must satisfy him because suddenly he’s rolling over, offering up his stomach for some scratches. 

Alessia hesitantly reaches forward, smile breaking out on her face when he wiggles around in excitement at first contact.

For the next hour or so the two of you give Bear all the cuddles and love he could want. He’s all tuckered out, curled up in his dog bed with a new toy when Alessia finally gets up to grab her jacket, ready to leave for the day. 

“Remember, we have to keep this a secret.”

Alessia’s just slipped on her shoes when you remind her of the promise you made her make before taking her to your place after practice today. Lia had gone out with Leah for some light shopping, giving you all the time you needed to sneak Alessia in to see the new addition to your family. 

Something you and Lia agreed on when you first adopted Bear was keeping him a secret for the time-being. Of course there was no worry of the girls treating him poorly, all of your teammates being such dog-lovers, but what worried you guys was the possibility of not having another moment of peace and time alone once they all found out about him. 

So for the past two weeks both of you keep quiet about Bear. What the girls don’t know about won’t hurt them. 

But then there was Alessia. Ever since her move from Manchester she’s just seemed a little off, a little sad. She’s been spending a lot of time with Steph and Calvin to keep her spirits up, so when you adopted Bear it was a no-brainer who your first guest would be. 

So yes, maybe you lied through your teeth when you promised your girlfriend to wait a month before introducing anyone to him. But a month was a long time and you were just dying to confide in someone about your new son.

Alessia nods, pinky hooking around yours. “Just between you and me.”

---

It is decidedly not kept just between you and her.

Alessia’s got an apologetic look on her face when you run into her and a very gleeful Victoria after practice the next day. The way they’re standing by your spot in the nearly empty locker room makes you think they’ve been waiting for you to finish up.

You eye the two of them with suspicion. “Lessi. Vic. What can I do for you?”

Alessia does a quick scan of the room before deciding it’s empty enough to have this conversation. She leans in close to you, lowering her voice.

“I know you said it was just between us,” she starts, hands nervously wringing together.

“Alessia,” you groan, knowing exactly what she’s going to tell you before she does.

“The Dutch can be very convincing!” Alessia looks absolutely terrified. Of you or Victoria, you’re not really sure.

“I can be very convincing,” Victoria echos, not looking ashamed in the slightest. She gives you a wide grin before hooking an arm through yours. “Now what’s this I hear about a new addition to your family?”

You thank the stars that Lia’s gone to get her nails done with some of the other girls. 

You sigh. “Do you want to go in my car or yours?”

---

You’re not quite sure how you got here. Here being your living room, surrounded by most of the younger players on the team, superseded only by the likes of Kim, Cloé, and Jen. 

Alessia and Kyra are engaging Bear in a game of tug-o-war, Victoria egging them on while the rest of you, the older players and Lotte, are chilling with a couple of drinks. The air is light as you quietly joke around, basking in the feel of a small team get-together. 

You don’t really remember why Lia couldn’t be home today, but you ran with it, quickly inviting Alessia over. Only inviting Alessia apparently meant inviting Victoria which meant inviting Kyra which meant… well you get the point. Suddenly you were housing seven football players when you initially only intended for one. The only upside was that the girls all brought over food and drinks so who were you to turn them away?

You’re so caught up in conversations and laughs that you don’t hear the sound of the key turning in the lock. Nor the opening of said door. Or the confused murmur at all of the shoes by the door. 

What you do hear is your full name coming out of a voice you’ve come to associate with love and warmth. Only the sound of her voice tonight is followed by your heart sinking to the bottom of your gut. 

Spinning around you come face to face with an unamused Lia, arms crossed as she looks on at the sight of the living room. Alessia instantly lets go of the rope, sending Kyra flying when Bear pulls with all of his might. The Australian grumbles out some swear words as Bear sits up proudly, toy hanging loosely in his jaws. He trots over to Lia, tail thumping in excitement at the sight of her. 

“Lia, babe, it’s not what it looks like.”

Your girlfriend raises an eyebrow at you. “It looks like you invited people over to see Bear when we agreed not to.”

“Okay. It's exactly what it looks like.” There’s no point in denying what you both know is true. But that doesn’t mean you don’t try to deflect. “But it’s all Lessi’s fault!”

Alessia lets out a cry of dismay. “Is not! You’re the one who invited me over!”

“I wasn’t the one who invited everyone else now was I?”

The striker looks ready to argue, but whatever she’s going to say is interrupted when another familiar but unexpected figure comes flying in behind Lia. 

“I’m ready to see my favorite little pookie bea--” Leah breaks off when she sees the crowd of women already in your living room. Her feet come to a skidding stop, eyes darting between you and your girlfriend. 

“Oh hey, (Y/N). I didn’t realize you were going to be here…” Her eyes sweep the room. “Or half the team either.”

“Right.” Your lip pinches into a line, a sinking suspicion that you’re being played by your girlfriend. “And what pray tell are you doing here, Leah?” Though the question is directed towards your vice captain, your eyes never leave your girlfriend’s. 

Leah’s eyes also dart towards Lia, the defender not quite sure what to say or do. 

Your girlfriend on the other hand has suddenly found your dog very interesting, hands planted firmly in his fur as she avoids all eye-contact. 

“You’re such a hypocrite!” you laugh, pulling your girlfriend into your arms. Leave it up to Lia to try to sneak people in to see Bear just like you have been. Between you sneaking girls in when Lia’s gone and Lia sneaking in others while you’ve been out, there’s no telling how many Arsenal girls have already been by to see him. 

It isn’t until nearly thirty minutes later, when you and Lia have already laughed off your apparent inability to keep Bear to yourselves that Leah breaks the peace. 

“So I shouldn’t tell Beth to come over?” Leah whispers to the Swiss girl, albeit a bit too loudly. 

An offended sounding gasp escapes your lips, tilting your head to meet Lia’s embarrassed gaze. 

“You told me you only told Leah!”

[archangeldyke-all]

cuddles with sev!! idk i’ve been super emotional lately and i just wanna curl up with sev in a pile of fluffy blankets with her arms round me and scratch her head while she gives me forehead kisses and i give her forehead kisses back :(

idk if that’s weird sorry, this is my first ask idk how tumblr works :/ anyway i love ur writing you’ve kind of fuelled my obsession with sev <33

not weird, i totally fucking agree

men and minors dni

sevika's an introvert, and touch is her love language, so at the end of a long day her absolute favorite way to recharge is to just... cuddle.

sometimes you guys chat, you combing your hands through sevika's hair as she tells you corny jokes, reveling in the sound of your little giggles.

sometimes she just needs to be quiet, her nose pressed to the base of your neck, breathing you in as she lays on top of you and you scratch her back.

and sometimes, when she's had a really shitty week, you'll make a little blanket fort in your living room-- plush cushions and blankets strung up and piled around for you and sevika to spend the entire day curled up in.

she cried the first time she came home to the fort in her apartment. then took a six hour nap on your tits, cuddled under the blankets and twinkling fairy lights you'd hung.

sometimes your cuddles get a little steamy. the gentle, loving pecks on cheeks and foreheads turns into biting kisses on lips, and snuggles and nuzzles turn into grinds and humps.

but most of the time, sevika keeps her cuddle time p-g. she just genuinely loves being in your arms.

taglist!

@fyeahnix @lavendersgirl @half-of-a-gay @thesevi0lentdelights @sexysapphicshopowner @shimtarofstupidity @chuucanchuucan @badbye666 @femme-historian @lia-winther @gr0ssz0mbi3 @ellsss @sevikaspillowprincess @leomatsuzaki @emiliabby @sevikasbeloved @hellorai @vikasub @glass-apothecary @m0numents @macaroni676 @vixel352 @artinvain

[itzyjinnie]

Kinktober Day 20 (🔞)

Chaeryeong × Yuna - Ruin Me

"I'm so sick of you right now" Chaeryeong let out frustratedly raising her voice slightly at the younger girl who was getting madder by the second

"You cannot be serious right now Chaeryeong, you're the one that keeps getting the steps wrong" Yuna raised her voice matching Chaeryeongs tone

"Maybe if you tried actually listening to me for once rather than whatever the fuck you've been doing all day maybe then we'd get somewhere" Chaeryeong spat reaching her boiling point

"You want me to listen to you huh" Yuna said cornering the blonde, backing her up against the wall of the practice room blocking her in with her hands just above Chaeryeong's shoulders on the wall "go ahead....and call me useless again while you're at it because that'll definitely help ...idiot"

Chaeryeong didn't know what to say, the second Yuna had pushed her against the wall her mind was blank, she had completely forgotten why they were fighting, all she could focus on were the younger girls lips, so close to her own she could literally smell the toothpaste lingering on her breath, The Yuna was looking at her, filled with rage, ignited something in her

They spent a few seconds just staring at eachother before Yuna spoke up "I fucking hate when you make me feel like this" then crashing her lips against Chaeryeong's, the tension between them dissipating the second their tongues collided quickly being replaced with lust

After a few minutes both girls separated panting for air "I can't believe you made me do that, this could ruin everything" Yuna said sounding annoyed but Chaeryeong just smiled at the red head before placing her arms around the back of her neck pulling her in closer and whispering "and I'll make you do it again, come here, I want you to ruin me"

Neither of them could control their actions after that, Yuna practically ripping off Chaeryeong's clothes and carrying her over to the sofa before laying down and instructing the older girl to sit on her face and she did, Yuna practically suffocating in her pillowy thighs as Chaeryeong started to grind down on Yuna's face feeling as her wetness coated her mouth

Yuna moaned at the taste of her as her hands absentmindedly caused scratches on the elders pale thighs making Chaeryeong moan out her name in a mix of pleasure and pain, at that Yuna moved her hand around the slap Chaeryeong's ass harshly, leaving a handprint that would probably turn into a bruise and Chaeryeong loved it, thinking about the younger girl marking her up turned her on more than she cared to admit, as if reading her mind Yuna reached up blindly putting her hand around Chaeryeong's neck making the blonde clench around her tongue

Yuna parted from Chaeryeong's pussy looking up at her to speak "you like when I choke you, don't you, little slut" then going back to Chaeryeong's clit and biting it harshly, watching as Chaeryeong nodded at her previous question before she started cumming, her legs trembling around Yuna's head trapping her there until she had came down from her high, Yuna licked her clean before sitting up and leaning back against the sofa pulling Chaeryeong on top of her, guiding her head to rest on her chest as Yuna played with her golden strands of hair before saying "I'm sorry I was a bitch" and she felt Chaeryeong shake her head "You weren't....but for the record if every day ends like that you can be a bitch whenever you want" making both of them laugh only stopping when the door opened revealing Ryujin who walked in obliviously until she realised they weren't wearing hardly any clothes

Ryujin turned on the spot closing her eyes not looking at the younger 2 and starting to walk out the door but not before saying "I'm glad you guys made up or whatever since this morning but damn Chaeryeong put some clothes on and learn to lock the door PLEASE" then walking out and waiting outside making sure Yeji or Lia didn't also walk in on them until they were a bit more decent

Both girls laughing at the whole situation while they got dressed before letting Ryujin back in the room and shortly being joined by the others and having to sit through Ryujin's dramatised retelling of what she walked in on

[kamotecue]

a start of something great ✮ l. walti

pairing: lia walti x fem!reader

summary: another accidental encounter, could things end bad? or is it the start of something great.

part one, two, three, four and five.

after that encounter with a certain swiss player, you couldn’t help but find yourself thinking at her. maybe, it was the way you felt her trace your face, you had felt it as you were slowly waking up.

you had just finished training, a certain brit swung their arms over your shoulder as you walked back to the locker room.

“any plans, n/n?” niamh asked, as jessie fleming hummed—after you had met the chelsea duo, they had adopted you into their duo, making it a trio.

“i was planning on getting a puppy, my apartment is a bit quiet.” you replied, as niamh hummed at your words.

“what breed?” jessie asked, as niamh dropped her arm from your shoulder to her side. the three of you had just entered the locker room, proceeding to your own locker.

“a golden.” you gave her a small smile, before heading to the showers, the towel was over your shoulder, as you held the two bottles, shampoo and conditioner.

after you finished showering, you wore a black turtleneck, with black plaid pants. bidding goodbye to jessie and niamh who gave you a small smile, you rushed to your car—not wanting to be late to meet the puppy.

you named her, hestia after the greek goddess of the hearth, home and fire. frankly, you thought she was an underrated goddess and fought strongly that she is still the 12th olympian.

hestia had already gotten her shots that were needed, the anti rabies vaccine and others. you already prepped the bowls, dog food, and toys.

you strolled through the park, the grey leash was already with its collar, as hestia kept pulling you somewhere—the leash ended up slipping from your grasp, as she ran forward.

your eyes widened as you chased after her, she didn’t go to far—as she sat, behind her ears were getting scratched.

“are you lost?” the familiar voice asked, as she analyzed the dog tag.

“hestia, i wonder who named you.” you cleared your throat as the brunette looked up to you, her face flushing as she realized it was you.

“i’m sorry if she disturbed you. the leash had slipped.” you explained, as lia hummed at your actions. she held out the leash, as you grabbed it, wrapping it a few times around a finger.

“she didn’t, don’t worry. so, why hestia?” lia asked, as she stood up—looking into your eyes, to which you avoided looking at the sky. if you didn’t do that, you would’ve seen how she blushed, how her eyes landed on your physique, and how she loved how the turtle neck suited you.

“i named her after my favorite greek goddess, hestia who is the goddess of hearth.” you said, before picking up the puppy. she cuddled into your arms, as you chuckled at the hestia’s behavior.

you didn’t know it but that was the start of something great. you two had spent the day talking about random things, mainly about life outside of football.

as you rested your head against the headboard, you felt your phone vibrate as it was held in your hands—quickly looking at the screen, you saw an instagram notification.

liawaelti has started following you.

a soft yet wide smile appeared, as you hummed. it took you a while to follow back, locking your phone as you turned to fall asleep.

y/nleon has started following you.

if only you could imagine how bright her smile was, or how you’d occupy her thoughts—ever since the world cup. the little misunderstanding, to her apology, and your unexpected transfer—not to mention her drunken mistake.

[magics-neptunes-things]

Friends or Lover

Hello there!

This is a lovely request that you can find here. Again it's a fiction so I'm not claiming that I know the truth about anything. Also this is a sweet wonderful world where ACL are unbreakable.

Enjoy ♥

TW : None

PART 1 | PART 3

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"When will you stop hiding?"

Leah’s question, asked to Katie make the woman raise a surprised look on her friend. Both in practice before tonight’s game, they were stretching when Leah spoke in a thoughtful and curious tone.

"What?" Katie raises her eyebrows.

"Caitlin and you"

Katie’s eyes automatically fall on Caitlin, who is also busy warming up with Kyra and Steph. The Irishwoman then shifts her attention to Leah, who naturally saw where Katie’s eyes had turned.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about" Katie grumbles as she resumes her exercises.

"Yeah right" Leah chuckles with a mischievous smile.

A few seconds of silence pass between the two young women, Katie preferring not to respond to Leah’s provocation. Obviously, Leah noticed the glances exchanged and the flirty smiles between Katie and Caitlin, for a very long time now. Katie and Leah have known each other for many years and the blonde knows her friend like the back of her hand.

"Is it because of Lia?" asks Leah soon after, more serious this time

Katie sighs and scratch the back of her head. There is no need to denied more if her friend knows already right?

"Kind of. We don't want people assume that Caitlin and Lia broke up because of that. All happened after the break up, the falling into the other and all, and after my break up too. We don't want to hurt Lia in anyway, she's my friend and I love her. And I don't want Ruesha to know too."

"Why that?"

"You know how she is" Katie shrugs

Leah hums, looking at Lia for some seconds. Both women didn't realize that Caitlin is looking at them now, clearly asking herself what the hell they are talking about.

"I don't think you have to worry about Lia, she will be fine. And for Ruesha even if some Arsenal's girls would know, no one will talk to her about it. Sorry to tell you that, but no one really liked your ex."

"How do you know for Lia?" Katie asks, frowning and skipping the last part of the sentence.

"I just know" Leah answers, trying to suppress a smile on her lips.

She failed and Katie notice immediately. The Irish woman drop whatever she was doing, eyes wild.

"Leah Cathrine Williamson, don't tell me..."

"What? Can you really blame me? Plus you can happily live your love with Caitlin now"

"I never said it's love"

"What is it then?"

"... friends? Who cares a lot for each others and... who... give... each others attention and, well, kind of... wild sex?"

Leah almost choke while laughing and Katie rolls her eyes while smiling. Jonas call them soon after, informing them of some last minute tactical changes. Taking advantage that everyone is gathered, Caitlin discreetly approaches Katie. Positioned slightly behind her, Katie must turn a little to look at the Australian when she whispers in her ear.

"What were you and Leah talking about?"

Their faces are only a few centimeters apart and Caitlin momentarily forgets that she asked a question, her eyes sliding on the lips of her interlocutor. Bowing an amused eyebrow when seeing Caitlin’s gaze, Katie gives her a playful hip shot before answering her.

"Not here. Later, okay?"

Seeing Caitlin’s inquisitive and worried gaze, Katie uncross the arms she had crossed on her chest to place a reassuring hand on the Australian’s arm.

"Nothing serious Sweet, don’t worry"

Caitlin watches Katie for a few more seconds before nodding. Katie lets her hand slid along Caitlin's arm to take her hand in hers. The two young women had already shifted their attention back to Jonas when Leah, appearing magically alongside Katie, whispers in her ear.

"Friend’s don’t do things like that."

********

"Leah knows"

Busy tidying up her things after the football game, Caitlin turns abruptly towards Katie who is herself getting rid of her hoodie, leaving her in bra. They came to Caitlin’s home after the game, with both of her cars, not to attract suspicion.

"What? How?"

Katie simply shrugs as she looks at the Australian over her shoulder after throwing her hoodie on the bed. Detaching her hair, she looks at Caitlin through the mirror.

"She knows, that’s all. And I guess it’s just an assemblage of things, she was so sure when she talked to me about it that it was useless for me to denied it."

Caitlin answers nothing to this, mechanically playing with one of her football boots.

"Does that make any difference to you?" asks the Irish woman, gently frowning.

"No, nothing. I just hope it doesn’t cause drama"

"We can trust Leah, I’m sure she won’t tell anyone. And if it’s about Lia, it seems she’s moved on too"

This seems to draw Caitlin's attention, who reports her eyes on Katie’s back. The latter observes her carefully, still through the mirror, and therefore doesn't miss the change in behavior of the brunette.

"Oh? With whom?"

"Leah" answers Katie before waiting a few seconds to ask her the question burning her lips. "Does it bother you?"

"No, not at all. I mean, even if we’re not together I care for her and she deserves to be happy. I'm glad if it's with Leah, I know she will treat her right."

Katie nods thoughtfully and begins to untangle her hair. Which she already did when she got out of the shower earlier, but because of the London wind, they’re already full of knots. A few seconds later, Caitlin is behind her to take the brush from her hands and do it herself. The Australian realized early in their relationship how much Katie appreciated when she plays with her hair.

"That leaves us Ruesha anyway" Caitlin says, after minutes of silence.

"I don’t think anyone from Arsenal will tell her" Katie says, taking Leah's words "And when she will know, I can handle her. And I won't let her to come near you"

"Sur thing, Rambo" Caitlin smirks. "Now can you please put a shirt on or something? I can't stay focus on anything when you're half naked"

"I know" Katie smirk back, before turning around to face Caitlin.

She pass her arms around Caitlin neck, playing with her baby hair before kissing her. Caitlin’s hands find their place on her hips, dragging the other girl more against her. They kiss for some minutes, before Caitlin's lips are finding her way along Katie's neck.

"Leah said something else" Katie whispers before holding her breath when Caitlin bite her.

"What did Leah say?" Caitlin mumble against her skin.

"Friend's don't do things like that" Katie answers, mimicking Leah's accent.

That made the Aussie laughs, and before she can do anything against it, Katie push her on her back in the bed to straddle her. Still smiling, Caitlin let her hands embrace Katie's ass before leaning for another kiss. Katie give it to her, but Caitlin realize there is something else.

"What is it Katie?"

"Leah said..." begin Katie while Caitlin rolls her eyes.

"Leah said a lot of things today. Go on" she adds, seeing the other girl biting her lips.

"She asks me what we are and I didn't know what to answer"

"What did you said?"

Caitlin tilted her head, really curious of Katie's answer. But the Irish woman blush when she remembers what she said. That thing alone intrigues Caitlin, Katie isn't the kind of person who blushes, she's the one who usually makes others blush.

"Is it that bad?" Caitlin laughs

"Kinda" mumble Katie, now sitting on Caitlin's legs, her hands on Caitlin's hips.

"Just tell me"

Rising on her elbows to better observe the youngest, Caitlin looks closely at Katie’s face. The Irish girl seems to find her fingers and nails very interesting at the moment.

"Dunno. I answer something like we are friends who take care of each other, something like that"

Caitlin stay silence for a long moment, at least in Katie's opinion, before burst into laughter.

"Taking care of each others? Is it how you talk about sex now?"

"I mention sex too" Katie answer while rolling her eyes. "But I don't know, I had the feeling that it was more than that. At least, it is for me"

Caitlin's laughter finally stopped after that and she's looking at Katie with a smile and tenderness. They have never talk about the agreements of their relationship, to be fair to Katie. The latter seems to be kind of embarrassed, looking at everything in the room until it's not Caitlin.

"Hey" Caitlin says, taking Katie's chin between her thumb and her index "Of course it's more than sex, for me too."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah" confirms Caitlin, still smiling.

"Amazing sex" smirks Katie

"Amazing sex" Caitlin confirms, before Katie lay on top of her to kiss her properly.

[howi99]

A saint in Beacon Extra 4

Jeanne: My brother is supposed to arrive today.

Lia: So? My brother will be in his team and i don't really care about it.

Jeanne: Yeah, but last time you saw your brother was during lunch, last time i saw mine, he ran away from home to go train with my aunt. And all because of me!

Pyrrha: *the only one who doesn't have a brother or sister* I'm sure it will be fine.

___

Jaune: *finally getting out of the bullhead* I hate vehicles. God damn devil invention. *See the people waiting for him* Yo, you must all ve my new team?

Weiss: *about to speak but being cut by Ruby*

Ruby: Hello! My name's Ruby and that's Weiss and Ren! Oooooh i'm so excited! What's your weapon? Your fighting style? Your favorite game!

Jaune: Woah! Calm down! *Laugh* i just arrived and you're already doing an interview?

Ruby: Oh, i'm sorry

Jaune: Nah, it's fine. You remind me of one of my sisters.

Weiss: *cough* Like Ruby said, my name is Weiss Schnee, nice to meet you.

Jaune: Ah! My older sister works with your own older sister i think. Winter, if my memory isn't to bad.

Weiss: *surprised* Your sister is a specialist?

Jaune: No, my sister is one of the Vale's knights. Though i guess they are indeed akin to the specialist of Atlas. They work closely together.

Weiss: I see.

Ren: And as you know, my name is Ren. Lie Ren.

Jaune: nice to meet you Ren.

Ruby: *fidgeting*

Jaune: *sigh while smiling* I principally use martial arts, my weapons are many and i like Street of Vale 3.

Ruby: *glowing*

Jaune: *scratching the back of his head* Should we go to the dorms? Or are we supposed to see the headmaster? Or Glynda?

Glynda: *arriving* It's professor Goodwitch when in school, young man.

Jaune: But we aren't? At least not for until the next 50 steps.

Glynda: You sound like Morg- i mean Vivianne.

Jaune: Well, i'm expecting Jeanne to sound like you, after you trained her. Maybe she's a bit more serious?

Glynda: *roll her eyes* Not at all.

Jaune: *shrug* Shame. Speaking of, i need to see her.

Glynda: *sigh* You will see her when we arrive at the dorms.

Jaune: Good.

[lonewolflink]

your enthusiasm for itzy has reignited my interest in listening to kpop i MISSED this… like wow it’s just. really bright and fun!! <3 i love seeing gifs of the girls on my dash! i was a hyper casual fan who was never too into them outside of liking the music, but they seem lovely 💙

what are they up to lately? do you have any listening recs? :3

- puckpocketed on main 🦈

puck!! hello friend!!!! (trying out puck as a shortened name a la link but you lmk if something else is better)

i am so pleased that you are being infected with my itzy brainrot. maybe i should be more sorry about about it but alas, i love them, so i cannot find it in myself to be sorry. more under the cut!

i would say that not only are my girls lovely, they are Freaks (affectionate). tbh it is what led me to stan. they are so weird and i love them so much. i once answered an ask (also here) about how i got into itzy that i think scratches some of the surface of what i enjoy about them.

what has itzy been up to lately? well the last couple years have been a bit of a rollercoaster for the team. after a pretty serious kpop social media hate train following one of their comebacks (though evidence suggests the hate train started earlier), things were a bit rough. the company seemed to be simultaneously creatively mismanaging/poorly promoting the group while also overworking them—a recipe for disaster that culminated in main vocalist lia going on indefinite hiatus for anxiety issues in september 2023 (or as i like to call it, LTIR).

in her absence, as a foursome, itzy recorded a 10 track album called "Born to Be" and then went on a global tour for it, but with a twist! five of the 10 songs would be the first SOLO songs written by each member and performed individually (sans lia on tour of course). lia's song might honestly be the best of the five (though i probably listen to chaeryeong's the most). they're all quite different and i would STRONGLY recommend them:

-Crown on My Head (Yeji) -Blossom (Lia) -Run Away (Ryujin) -Mine (Chaeryeong) -Yet, But (Yuna)

the solo songs for the active members at the time also have like partial/mini-music videos that are up on youtube and are pretty cool (ryujin's or yuna's are probably my favorite? but it's hard to choose. yeji and chaeryeong also ate). you can, of course, listen to the other songs on that album...but i wouldn't. and that's because with lia now activated off LTIR, the other 5 songs that were recorded with the four active members have been RE-RECORDED WITH LIA and will be dropping as part of their new album coming out next week (oct 15th!). all those songs are good but "mr. vampire" is the one to look out for. the beat is weird, the vibes are excellent, and lia's voice is going to sound amazing on it.

in general, the new comeback feels...different, at least in its rollout so far. above i mentioned mismanagement and poor promotion by the company, and rumor has it that after the last album the division in charge of itzy got like. fired. wholly. and replaced with new employees (GM FIRED AFTER TOO MANY SEASONS OF NOT MAKING THE PLAYOFFS kinda vibes). the new look JYP Division 2 is like...kinda doing great??? there's clearly an actual cohesive (if bizarre) creative direction for this upcoming album, which feels new and fresh, there's been a lot of thought clearly put into Aesthetic rather than just "green screen something flashy and uh. the girls always look hot so just put them in some fashionable clothes i guess".

in sum: this is kind of an exciting time to be following itzy. it feels like we're on the precipice of a bit of a rebirth, which is quite rare with kpop girl groups in particular, who tend to rise and fall with the extremely fickle general public opinion of koreans.

some song recommendations/partial guide to itzy's discography!

let's start with their title tracks/singles:

—girl crush/dark/gym playlist music (aka cuntzy) -dalla dalla (debut single) -wannabe (biggest hit) -mafia in the morning (my personal favorite mv of theirs) -ringo (japanese track, low key sick mv. or maybe it's just yeji w a sword for me...idk) -voltage (japanese track, i LOVE this song, even more than ringo) -blah blah blah (japanese track)

—cute/fun/femme/doing your thing (aka funzy)

-icy (bop) -sneakers (supposed start of their demise, but it's fun and cute? people are haters) -boys like you (your mileage may vary, people love/hate this) -cake (UNDERAPPRECIATED BOP) -algorhythm (japanese track, the dance break in the mv is sick)

—hard to categorize bc they're not dark/girl crush but they are gym playlist (to me) -not shy (ITZYYYYYYY) -loco (this song just slaps idk man) -cheshire (justice for cheshire i love this song)

in no particular order, top 10 standout b-sides (in my opinion...though i should say most of their b-sides are really fucking good): 1. none of my business (the way i need itzy to do more r&b u have no idea. also the mv with the matching fits is SO 90s early 00s r&b groups i love it so much) 2. cherry (girl crush perfection, gym playlist staple) 3. bet on me (this song got me through my phd. mv is imo outstanding. meaningful song generally, but to itzy in particular after the hate train) 4. kidding me/shoot/sorry not sorry (i'm cheating by putting three songs here but they're all from the same EP and go SO well together) 5. snowy (this is MY christmas song) 6. kill shot (i want shin ryujin to decapitate me. women in suits??) 7. nobody like you (quintessential early itzy) 8. bratty (they invented being a brat, charlie xcx who) 9. psychic lover (fan favorite, just a great song, they smile so fucking hard when they perform it live it's so cute) 10. weapon (not even a song from an album, they recorded it for some dance competition show to use. STAPLE on my gym playlist) honorable japanese discography mentions:

-no biggie (japanese) -sugarholic (japanese) -spice (japanese)

OK THAT'S WHAT I'VE GOT FOR YOU SORRY IT'S SO LONG

I WILL ALSO STRONGLY RECOMMEND LISTENING TO NMIXX'S LAST TWO EPS THEY ARE REALLY GOOD AND THEIR VOCALS ARE CRAZY

[wasteful-sam]

Worthy [Part 2, Chapter 9]

Tags:

Slow burn, romantic, ongoing, F/M, Rolan/female drow.

Notes:

Listen, I'm so sorry for taking this long, but the end-of-the-year reports and work tasks got me by the throat. On a positive note, this chapter is on the longer side and contains snippets of what we all wait for and love. Happy upcoming holidays :) .

[Part 1, completed]

[Part 2, Chapter 5]

[Part 2, Chapter 6]

[Part 2, Chapter 7]

[Part 2, Chapter 8]

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Worthy

Part 2 | Chapter 9

Conversations in the Shadows

He froze. A bewildered owlbear cub curiously stared up at him. Staring right back, Rolan wondered what other oddities this day would throw his way.

Haunted by nightmares, the tiefling only managed to wake up by noon. His ruined routine left him irritable, and the lingering pain from the cuts made getting dressed slow and exasperating.

The first good news came when the tiefling finally reached the inn's common room. Cal and Lia were there, weary but safe. At that very moment, his siblings were pestered by none other than Gale. The wizard of Waterdeep was very keen to know everything about their captivity.

Understanding this was for a good cause, Rolan didn't intervene and just stood by. It wasn't exactly riveting listening — a prison chamber is rarely a place where important matters are discussed.

One thing that piqued Gale's interest was the necromancer, whose disgusting plans involved experimenting on the prisoners. Despite never meeting him in person, this necromancer made a terrifying impression on Cal and Lia.

Once the talk was over, Gale turned to Rolan and somewhat cheekily asked if he needed a special invitation. Noticing the tiefling's confused expression, the wizard clarified: "Your wounds still need healing, I assume?"

...And so, Rolan ended up at their camp, pondering about the massive beaked ball of fur who was already sniffing his boot.

"Easy now, Acorn," came Gale's calm, measured voice. The cub perked up, attention drawn immediately. "Friend, not food."

The wizard knelt beside the owlbear, scratching behind its ear. Satisfied, the little one closed his eyes.

"Not my first choice for a pet, but Acorn here is very precious," Gale noted cheerfully, looking at the little fellow.

Rolan offered a skeptical grunt, sidestepping the owlbear with care. "M-hm," was all he could manage. Knowing this strange group, it wouldn't surprise him if the next time he visited, there would be a spectator roaming.

Keeping their tradition alive, the party made camp by the river, just a few minutes away from the Last Light Inn. Their safe harbor sat nestled beside slow-moving waters, the banks lined with reeds and wildflowers swaying gently in the breeze. You wouldn't believe they only arrived yesterday - the place felt so lived-in, perhaps thanks to the scattered clutter.

A small fire crackled in the center, its flames licking at a makeshift spit where a pair of skewers held chunks of meat and vegetables. Their aroma mingled with the earthy scent of the riverbank. Shadowheart was right beside it, watching over the food intently.

And on the right, nearing the cliffs, Lae'zel and Nimriel furiously fought one another with training swords. Their grunts and yelps were the only thing disrupting the peaceful scenery. Other party members were nowhere to be seen.

Gesturing Rolan to follow him, Gale leisurely approached the cleric. "Doesn't smell burnt, which is progress," he noted, looking at the meat.

"Finally," Shadowheart breathed in relief, turning to him, "Took you long enough to find spices."

"Sorry about that. I seized the opportunity to scout for information," the wizard replied apologetically, "I also brought you a patient," he pointed at the tiefling, who, in turn, nodded politely.

"Anything to be rid of cooking duties," Shadowheart said, readily passing a big fork to the wizard of Waterdeep.

"I'm sorry to trouble you," Rolan mumbled.

The cleric waved his apology aside, "Does it hurt still?" she asked matter-of-factly while unbinding the tiefling's palms.

"Yes. I struggle to do anything, let alone cast," he replied, watching the process.

"Just as I thought," she was looking closely at the cuts, stretching out the skin, "Same as with Nim's – their weapons were coated with something. The wounds don't heal properly, and the infection spreads. We need some quick remedy for future battles, Gale. I won't have time to heal all of us mid-fight."

"Necrotic?" the man inquired about the type of damage wounds caused.

"Most likely. Mix up a couple of variants," Shadowheart turned back to Rolan. "Do you have time? It will take a while."

"Of course," the tiefling lingered, "Is it…curable?"

"I wouldn't waste time if it wasn't," the cleric gestured for him to sit down at the makeshift log table, "Scars will remain, but you're lucky enough to only have these."

Gale, meanwhile, dampened the fire and glanced toward his sparring companions. "Ladies, we have a guest," he shouted at them, frustrated by their lack of tact.

Alas, Nim and Lae'zel were too absorbed in their training to pay him any mind. To them, these sparring sessions were often the highlight of the day. They bonded on this makeshift battlefield like two sisters locked in a fierce playground tussle, neither willing to concede an inch.

Shaking his head, Gale added, "Supper in 20 minutes," which also didn't reach the desired effect.

"I see she recovered fairly quickly," Rolan nodded towards Nimriel. He was watching the fight as well. The githyanki was clearly a superior opponent, pummeling the drow strike after strike. Nimriel deflected as best she could, aiming swift counters at Lae'zel's exposed weak points.

"She's used to getting hit on the head, in case you haven't noticed," Shadowheart quipped while healing his right palm, "And still, her recklessness prevails. Yesterday's little escapade proves that much."

"It is not on Nimriel entirely," the tiefling quickly replied, feeling guilty, "I should have told you what she was up to before we embarked. I was careless as well, and her arguments sounded convincing at the time."

Gale's calm, contemplative voice cut in. "It wouldn't have mattered. She'd have gone alone regardless. And, in the end, it was for the best."

"Don't excuse her behavior. It was irresponsible," although Shadowheart sounded irate, there was a faint softness in her eyes, betraying a conflicted emotion.

"Well," Gale said, meeting her gaze with a knowing look and a hint of melancholy in his voice. "We all have our moments. It was a long time coming for Nimriel."

Shadowheart kept quiet for a moment, contemplating something unpleasant, judging by her expression, "You'd do better using your wisdom to prepare remedies," she shut the conversation.

Gale shrugged, knowing he was right about the situation. He emptied the pouch, looking at numerous ingredients for potions and coatings, "One good thing about this gods-forsaken place is the abundance of rare ingredients." 

"You picked this one too soon," Rolan observed, nodding towards one of the shadowroot sacs.

"Oh?" Gale looked closely at the sac.

"There is no characteristic stench," the tiefling explained, "No use for the coating," he paused, thinking, "Unless you ignore the rule of three, of course. But it can be daunting to measure it all correctly."

Gale nodded knowingly, "You dabble in alchemy, then?"

"About as much as a cook enjoys scrubbing pots after a feast," Rolan replied with a shrug. "Tedious, but necessary."

"Tell me about it," Gale chuckled, sifting through the rest of the stash. "I dread crafting days. Ever since Blackstaff -"

"Blackstaff?" Rolan interrupted, raising an eyebrow. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "You're a fancy wizard, then?"

"If by 'fancy' you mean 'well-educated,'" Gale replied, his voice laced with dry amusement, "then yes."

"And yet, somehow, you have got a tadpole stuck in your well-educated brain," the tiefling thought, feeling bitter that he would never get a chance to enroll. To distract himself, he looked around the camp. The atmosphere of the place was warm yet melancholic. Like a room of an old man filled with countless memorabilia of the good all days. A room of a man who anticipates his death. 

Inevitably, his gaze returned to the drow-githyanki fight: the duo now abandoned their training swords and went full-out, punching and kicking each other. The sheer brutality of the exchange was unsettling, but neither Gale nor Shadowheart seemed concerned — such clashes were clearly routine.

He heard the githyanki shouting, "Quit throwing dirt. You fight without honor!"

"As if cultists will face you with honor, Lae," Nimriel shot back, breathless, as she dodged another blow. Dirt covered her, but there was a spark of defiance and cheer in her eyes.

Seeing her so determined and full of life brought a faint, unspoken smile to Rolan's heart. But the sight also stirred his thoughts. He glanced back at Shadowheart and Gale, both absorbed in their tasks. The tiefling's keen eyes didn't miss the subtle changes in them. These were not the same people he had met at the grove. Something fundamental had shifted— a part of them seemed locked away as if hidden on another Plane. How much of a burden it must have been to drift in search of the cure. And all the while engaging enemies left and right. 

"Say, Gale," Rolan began suddenly, his voice breaking through his own reflections, "you must be busy these days?"

Gale looked up, mildly surprised by the question. He set down the herbs he'd been sorting, tilting his head in curiosity. "A tad, as you might imagine," he replied, his tone light but weary.

"Perhaps I could help," Rolan offered, his voice steady. "With remedies, potions — whatever you need. It's the least I can do after what you've done for me."

Gale raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Oh?" he said, considering the proposition. The idea seemed to lift some small weight from his shoulders. "You'd do that?"

Rolan smirked faintly. "I may not rival your Blackstaff friends, but my skills are not to be disregarded."

Gale's lips curved into a genuine smile, the tension in his face easing. "That would be very kind of you," he said with a nod. "To be frank, my hands are rather full these days." 

"How charming, two wizards reunited at last," seemingly out of nowhere, Astarion appeared behind Gale, making the latter flinch.

Shadowheart quickly looked him over, searching for any indication he was injured, "Where are the others?" she asked, concentrating on the tiefling's wounds again.

"Good afternoon to you too," the elf snarked at her, "Wyll went to see if Halsin has figured out something about the curse. And Karlach…," his lips curved into a sly grin, "…is getting her heart fixed."

A barely visible smile appeared on the cleric’s face as well, as she murmured, “Good for her.”

“Everything went smoothly, I trust?” Gale interjected, the anticipation in his voice barely masked.

“You need to stop doubting my skills, darling,” Astarion replied playfully, taking a handful of papers out of his backpack and shoving them into the wizard’s hands, “The party is safe, the information is acquired, all under my sensible leadership.”

“You mean under Wyll’s, who was leading the party?” Shadowheart intervened starkly.

“A mere technicality,” Astarion waved her off breezily. “Wyll didn’t lockpick his way through the Towers, did he?”

“I agree, it is impressive how much you’d managed to gather,” Gale noted, looking through the papers, “So there IS a necromancer involved in Ketheric Thorm’s resurrection, just as we suspected.”

“Oh yes,” Astarion quipped, “and Thorm’s the liveliest of all the living dead. Shall we discuss this now, or…?” His crimson gaze darted pointedly toward Rolan.

Getting the hint, the tiefling spoke up, “I can come later if you mind.”

“I’m almost done here,” Shadowheart shook her head, “I won’t rush this for your lot’s sake. Healing isn’t a roast you can serve half-baked.”

“There’s no point discussing with half of the party absent anyway,” Gale added absentmindedly, far more interested in the necromancer’s notes.

A squelching sound interrupted their monotonous discussion. It was Nimriel, plummeting face-first into the mud not more than 2 meters away from their table.

Lae'zel slowly hobbled towards her, saying, "K'chakhi. I told you — fighting with honor means being so mighty you don't need to resort to tricks."

"Ghfine, fine," Nim guggled patiently, feeling the githyanki approaching. She laid steadily on her stomach, face still in the mud. "Ur wish wz grantd. M'nose is smallr now," the drow added as Lae'zel towered over her.

"Really?" githyanki asked.

Hearing where the voice was coming from, Nim swiftly moved her right leg backward, tripping the opponent. Caught off guard, the githyanki stumbled and toppled to the ground, landing in an undignified sprawl beside the drow. Still sprawled on the ground, Nimriel turned her head towards her, checking if her friend was alright. Seeing githyanki's bewildered face made the drow laugh, "Sorry, I had to. Otherwise, my defeat would be too embarrassing."

Lae'zel blinked, momentarily stunned. Then, a sly grin curled her lips. "It is a decisive defeat," she said, her voice tinged with amusement. With a deliberate motion, she pressed her hand onto Nimriel's head, pushing her face gently back into the dirt.

Satisfied, she rose to her feet and extended a hand to help Nimriel up. Both women dusted themselves off — or tried to. Lae'zel stretched, her sharp gaze scanning the camp. "We have an audience," she remarked, noting the curious stares directed their way.

Nimriel was vigorously scrubbing her face with her hands and elbows, trying to remove the mix of dirt and blood. "Oh, yeah? The others are back?" she asked, her voice light with curiosity as she glanced sideways. Sure enough, there they were: Astarion, grinning like a cat that had gotten into the cream; Gale, lost in his own thoughts; Shadowheart, looking as unimpressed as ever; and… a slightly concerned tiefling.

Trying to appear unfazed, the drow casually adjusted her hair. "Glad to see you're getting healed, Rolan. Thank you, Shadowheart — I owe you one."

"I'll hold you to that," the cleric replied, not missing a beat as she continued her work.

Rolan gave a meek nod. "Yes, thank you, both of you." He hesitated for a moment, eyeing the muddied drow warily. "And you… well, you're doing fine, I suppose?"

Nim shrugged nonchalantly, feigning confidence. "Never been better." She turned to Astarion, "So? How was it?"

The elf waved his hand dismissively, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I'm sorry, my dear, but I can't take you seriously when you look like a swamp monster. Shadowheart, please, deliver us from this vision."

Without much effort or care, the cleric quickly created water, pouring it down on Lae'zel and Nimriel. The two didn't look amused, but it got the job done. Muttering something incoherent under her breath, the githyanki sat down at the table and started polishing her dagger. The water dripping from her wet hair didn't seem to bother her at all.

"Happy now?" Nim rolled her eyes at her rogue friend, "Unroll the map, I'll change, and we will get to it."

“Have you seen the enemy forces?” Lae’zel asked.

“Absolute’s fanatics, mostly newcomers,” Astarion sighed, remembering, “Drow, goblins, orcs…”

“The numbers,” she interrupted unceremoniously.

Astarion shot her a sharp look, irritation creeping into his voice. “Am I supposed to count every drop of water in a river?” Despite the sarcasm, his words painted a grim picture. “They come and go, wandering around, waiting for something.”

“Are they well-equipped?” Lae’zel continued inquiring.

The elf thought for a moment, “Depends…I think I’ve only seen good armor on the guards and those of higher rank. You’d do better to ask Wyll.”

The githyanki scratched her face, eyes closed as she considered the situation. “I should have gone with you. But it is clear for now: they gather scum from any tribe they can find, untrained, unequipped. If they are to be used as cannon fodder, the cultists will need more. It buys us time, but it also means their forces will grow the longer we wait.”

While their discussion was unfolding, Shadowheart signaled quietly to Rolan that she was done. The tiefling nodded to her gratefully, although he wasn’t ready to leave yet. The conversation about the cult was weighing heavily on his mind, fueling his concerns.

Lae’zel, meanwhile, continued, “We need to strike them down while they’re still weak, unsuspecting. To cut the Ketheric Thorm’s snake head.”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Gale interjected, his voice heavier now, tinged with fatigue. “I haven’t gotten through all the papers yet.”

"Gale's right," Nim agreed, leaving the tent after getting changed. She approached the table, looking at the map Astarion had unrolled.

With a quill in hand, Nim glanced up at the elf. “Show me the route your party took this morning.” As Astarion indicated the path, the drow marked it on the map, then pulled out her pipe and started smoking. “You mostly followed the same route we took yesterday, except for veering northeast here. Anything of note?”

“Just a few measly shadows,” Astarion replied, his head tilting slightly. “But I wouldn’t count on every encounter being so... mundane. It’s like we’re constantly being watched. Even now.” He glanced across the river, where gnarled, dead trees swayed in the gusty wind.

“We’re in Ketheric’s domain now,” Nimriel murmured, circling six places on the map. “There must be locations that could give us clues on how to defeat him. Maybe even manipulate him into making a mistake.”

“That was my thought as well,” Shadowheart chimed in. “He’s been changing alliances as quickly as he changes his gloves—drastically so. One has to be deranged to leave the Lady of Loss without understanding the repercussions.”

“Or maybe he was offered something so tempting he couldn’t resist.” Nimriel shrugged, her gaze still on the map as she counted distances. “Either way, we might be able to exploit it. But we can deal with that after supper.” Her tone lightened, and she shot a greedy glance at the meat. “Where’s Karlach and Wyll?”

“At the inn somewhere,” Astarion replied, pausing as a thought crossed his mind. He glanced over at Shadowheart, wondering if she was finished with the tiefling. “If you’re that hungry, why don’t you bring them back? And, dearest commander, I’m all out of lockpicks.”

Nimriel sighed. “You know, with how fast we run out of these, it would be cheaper to just break the doors down.”

“Rude,” Astarion replied, crossing his arms playfully.

“Fine, fine.” Nimriel slung a scabbard over her shoulder.

“I should be going too,” Rolan said, realizing he had been eavesdropping for far too long. “Gale, are we settled on the potions?”

“Oh! Right.” Gale raised an index finger, remembering their earlier conversation. He quickly placed some ingredients into a pouch and handed it to Rolan. “Do you need the list, or...?”

“The ingredients will speak for themselves.” Rolan’s tone was slightly condescending, though he quickly softened it. “You can count on me.”

“M-hm. Some shady dealings going on behind my back,” Nimriel remarked, watching the scene unfold with amusement.

“You were literally standing right here, ignoring everything I said,” Gale retorted, raising an eyebrow, recalling how the drow had been distracted by her training with Lae’zel.

“Alright, alright, no need for a lecture. I’m in a hurry,” Nim mumbled, heading out of camp with Rolan at her side.

+++

As they were slowly walking up to the inn from the party’s camp, Rolan found himself clenching and unclenching his fists. The sharp, biting pain of his cuts — the kind that had once seemed unbearable — was gone. Only a faint, unpleasant tingling remained, a shadow of this morning’s agony. Relief blossomed in his chest, bringing a smile to his lips that revealed his sharp, gleaming teeth. He could cast again. The stress of yesterday, the cult, and his worries – all were wiped out from his mind for a couple of short moments. Unwilling to contain himself, Rolan cast a small firebolt and started effortlessly joggling it from one hand to the other like a ball.

From the corner of her eye, Nimriel watched him, her gaze softening as she caught the unguarded happiness in his expression. Seeing Rolan like this — so alive, so unburdened — stirred something in her. Astarion was right: she was growing fonder of the tiefling with every passing day. But the thought made her chest tighten. She couldn’t let herself feel this way, not after what had happened the last time she had dared to open that door.

“Told you Shadowheart could fix it,” Nimriel blabbered, masking her uncertainties under a cheerful demeanor.

“That she certainly did,” Rolan replied, his voice more confident now that they were alone.

“How did it go? Were you impressed by our humble river abode?” the drow asked jokingly.

The tiefling thought back to his small encounters at the camp earlier. All these people, some of the unlikeliest connections to be formed, gathered by chance, a dreadful coincidence even. And yet, despite everything, they had found a fragile sort of harmony. Some of them were quite pleasant even – a realization he would have scoffed at only a month ago.

“Better than I expected,” Rolan finally admitted, “Although I liked it more when your dog was smaller and white,” he added sarcastically.

Nimriel blinked, confused for a moment before realization dawned. She laughed, her voice light and melodic. “What, Acorn? You were scared of that cute little furball?”

Rolan frowned, his pride bristling. “Startled,” he corrected, his tone defensive. “Just a little startled.”

"What is it with you and Gale passing around the ingredients, by the way?"

"Oh, we agreed I will mix some potions for you. You know," the tiefling turned his palms upwards, "to thank you properly. I can bring them by your camp once they're finished."

Nim nodded, "That's good to hear. Gale has a lot on his plate as is right now," she promptly stopped herself. No one outside the party's circle knew that the mother of magic gave one of her most devoted followers an unspeakably cruel task, "As we all do, of course," Nimriel swiftly turned the topic aside.

They were nearing the inn now, approaching the stone bridge near the two-story building where Dammon was forging armor and weapons. Faint conversations and louder voices of tiefling children could be heard not too far ahead.  

"No need to bring them to camp, though," Nim continued after a short pause. "We'll be on the road for the next couple of days. Just keep them handy, and we'll grab them when we can."

Camping amidst the Shadow-Cursed Lands. The thought sent a chill down Rolan's spine. They're in a hurry, he realized. The danger must be greater than the tiefling could imagine. Is this why Nimriel carries her sword around, even though they're just crossing from the camp to the inn?

"What's that face?" Nim's voice cut through his thoughts, snapping him back to the present. She was watching him, one brow raised.

Embarrassed to admit his recently-found paranoid thoughts, the tiefling just mastered, "Staying amidst the Shadow-Cursed Lands seems a little intense, don't you think?"

Nimriel stopped and theatrically threw her hands up, intending to capture all of his attention, "Come on, Rolan, cheer up. Are you doubting your favorite hero?"

Her playful tone pulled a reluctant smirk from the tiefling, "I'm far from doubting my favorite hero. Or you, for that matter."

Feigning mock heartbreak, Nim pressed a hand to her chest, her voice rising dramatically, "How cruel! Straight through the heart!"

Rolan watched her closely, trying to determine whether her theatrics were simply a distraction or an earnest attempt to lighten his mood. Beneath her laughter and exaggerated gestures, he glimpsed something fleeting — an unease that seemed to linger in her eyes, barely hidden.

"Don't take this the wrong way," he said cautiously, "but aren't you being a little too cheerful, considering the situation?"

Nim shrugged, her demeanor unbothered. "What's not to be cheerful about? I spent all day lazing around camp, I'm about to eat some delicious meat, and I'll be getting free explosives for saving the gnomes. Sure, some colossal shit might go down tomorrow, but today? Today's been perfect."

Rolan shook his head, unconvinced. "I get your point, but I can't say I agree. Things seem grim, judging by the talks going around at your camp."

Nimriel's eyes narrowed, but she still kept her unbothered demeanor. Rolan was spot on, but she wouldn't want to discuss their slim chances of winning. And not for his peace of mind's sake. As far as she was concerned, it was always out of sight - out of mind. This conversation needed to be shut down as soon as possible.

"Rolan," Nim said, her voice sounding smooth like butter as she came closer to him, "My friends simply have other concerns on their mind, that is all," she explained, looking straight into the tiefling's eyes.

Her gaze was so steady, so mesmerizing, that Rolan struggled to find his words. "It's not just them," he said finally. "I can feel it. The shadows grow closer with every passing day."

Without breaking eye contact, Nim took his hands in hers, turning them palms up. "You have nothing to worry about. Your family's back, and you are in the place guarded by the Harpers," she murmured, gently guiding her big fingers along the cuts, "I'm sorry about the scars, though."

Rolan figured their talk wasn't going anywhere, as the drow was trying to change the subject. Besides, this little moment of intimacy between them was too alluring to let go. "They were worth it," he said quietly, his gaze lowering to meet hers. "If I had to do it again, I would."

Nim's brows arched in a mix of reprimand and embarrassment. "I appreciate the sentiment, but please don't. I could've managed without your hands getting sliced open and leaving you defenseless."

"I know you could've," Rolan replied, shrugging off her scolding. "Doesn't mean I'd want to watch you get stabbed instead."

"That time, we were lucky the fight was over," Nim retorted. "Imagine if I'd turned into a mind flayer on the way back to the inn. Your brain would've been an easy snack."

"Oddly specific," Rolan noted, the tingling sensation of Nim's fingers brushing his scars stirring a playful mood. He let his gaze sweep over her with exaggerated slowness. "But to snatch my brain, you'd have to reach it first. And you're about one and a half heads too short. Plus, the horns? Good luck with those."

Nim's eyes narrowed, her lips curving into a sly grin. "Oh, you want me to prove a point? Alright." She stepped to the side, her posture straightening as if preparing for a duel.

"The solution's simple," she declared. "I hit you in the knees, and down you go." She lightly tapped his knees with her shin, a deliberate motion meant to tease rather than hurt. "See? On your knees in no time."

Rolan couldn't hold back a smirk as he sank to his knees, playing along. "Your wish is my command," he said, his tone dripping with mock deference.

"Good," Nim continued smugly, circling behind him. "And while you scream in pain and agony…"

"You need a demonstration for that, too?" Rolan interrupted, his voice laced with amusement.

Nim grimaced at him but didn't miss a beat. She moved closer, placing a hand on his nape and gently guiding his head downward. "… I'd lower your head like so, and the outcome would be obvious." Her voice carried the triumphant tone of someone thoroughly enjoying her imagined victory.

Then, with a flourish, Nim crouched to her knees in front of him, her expression filled with exaggerated arrogance. "See? Easy," she concluded, her confidence as sharp as her grin.

Rolan glanced at her, tilting his head, "This is all rather entertaining, but you forgot one thing. The tail."

As he spoke, his tail slid forward, its tip curling just above Nim's neck, teasingly close but not quite touching. Watching Nimriel's pondering reaction, the tiefling added, matching her arrogance, "I know I'd probably be doomed either way, but I am not going down without a fight."

The drow exhaled as an intrigued smile appeared on her face. The kind of smile that made Rolan consider throwing all standards of decency to the wind.

"That was bold. I like it," she murmured, her voice dipping into a velvety tone as her fingers reached out to stroke his tail, coaxing it to unwind, "I'll keep your tail moves in mind for my next battle strategy."

Her touch sent a jolt through him, "Careful now," Rolan warned, his voice low, "This tail sometimes has a mind of its own."

As if to prove the point, his tail slipped behind Nim, gently pressing against her back and urging her closer. She played along, leaning in until her palms came to rest against his chest. Her breath hitched as her eyes locked on the flickering yellow flames dancing in his gaze, and a faint blush colored her cheeks.

"I think you enjoy being on your knees far too much," she teased, her voice dipping into a sultry cadence as her fingers instinctively curled into his robe.

"Depends on the occasion," Rolan whispered, his gaze dropping to her half-parted lips.

"Hm…" Nim's blush deepened, her mind racing at the implication. "And what exactly do you have in mind?" she asked, her voice softer now.

"It's faster to show you than explain," he replied, leaning closer, his breath brushing against her skin.

Before their lips could meet, a sudden, loud crash jolted them both back to reality. The moment shattered, leaving them wide-eyed and on edge as they scrambled to their feet.  

They quickly realized the source of the crashing sound - a ball had tumbled from a rocky height, landing with a sharp puncture before deflating in a sad hiss. Moments later, the culprits - three tiefling children - appeared, sprinting toward them.

The ever-cheerful Mirkon arrived first, his face lighting up as he spotted Nimriel. “You found our ball! Thank you!” he exclaimed with wide-eyed adoration.

Nim let out an awkward laugh, still trying to steady her nerves. “Hey there! Well, that was easy - it kind of fell on us.”

Rolan simply watched the scene unfazed, face stern, contemplating if saving the children back then was a good idea after all.

“Look what you’ve done, Umi!” Ide screamed as they approached, “The ball is ruined! I told you not to kick it down the road!”

“It’s Mirkon’s fault! He shoulda caught it!” the boy screamed right back at her.

“You shouldn’t wander too far from the yard, anyway,” Nimriel interjected with a light scolding, her tone firm but kind. “Always play where adults can see you, especially here. Understood?”

“Yes!” Mirkon chirped enthusiastically while the other two gave reluctant nods.

Ide’s gaze then shifted to Rolan, her eyes big and pleading. “Maybe you can fix our ball? Magically? Please?”

Rolan crossed his arms, “Can I? Absolutely. Should I, for a trio of ill-mannered brats? Highly debatable.”

“Pleeease, we will be careful, I promise!” Ide continued.

Rolling his eyes, Rolan uttered, “I am a residential child-carer, apparently. Pass me the damn ball.”

As Rolan begrudgingly turned his attention to the task, Nim fell quiet. She realized what a mess she had created by letting her feelings take over her common sense. No matter how much she wanted to, the drow still had her reservations about getting close to anyone.

“I should be going,” she mumbled, “Remember what I told you about playing close to the inn, kids.”

The children nodded, but Rolan’s focus snapped to her. Something in her voice didn’t sit right. “Nim… I -” He stopped himself, the words failing him. He didn’t know what to say.

She turned back to him with a faint, bittersweet smile, “See you sometime soon, Rolan. Take care now,” were her final words.

Watching her leave, the tiefling sighed, scratching his forehead irritably.

“Why are you sad?” unaware Mirkon asked earnestly.

The wizard scoffed, “You’ll understand in fifteen years, kid.” He paused, glancing down at the boy. “Then again… maybe not.”

[ghoulsbeard]

The evening is crisp and cold with the first frost of winter, and heavy with woodsmoke all around. The dogs lope happily after his heels, whining and dancing to be petted. Sev catches each of them, one by one, to scratch between their ears and let them lick his hands.

From dawn to dusk it had all passed like a bad dream.

Insultingly fair weather, after weeks of Fereldan rain: pale undrowned sunlight, streams filled with fish. A ringing in his bones, blight between his teeth, fire seeping under the skin. Thirty years, give or take, Alistair had said, if he was lucky. It's barely been ten.

Maybe, he'd thought at noonday, knee-deep in river water, I won't tell him.

When he'd first drunk the cup there came a clawing and a ravening that Alistair said would never leave him. Now he was ravenous again, as badly as the Roads where he'd drained every living reserve he had, and felt the second pulse thrumming counterpoint to his heartbeat. He'd had his breakfast that morning and stared at the empty bowl and thought for the first time in years of Old souls, and the deep places, and the song under the world calling him almost by name.

Like lyrium-madness, he'd once thought, many years ago; a Circler who had nothing worse to compare.

The dogs snuffle sadly at his feet. He scratches each of their heads again and picks past the garden to the front of the house, where his husband is sat on their stoop, grinding duileasc in the pestle.

His heart catches in his throat. That, too, hasn't happened in years. But out of nowhere he recalls the first time he taught Niall to peel parsnips-- what a bloody butchery he'd made of it-- how pleased he'd been to do something with his hands besides spells and wards. They'd been foraging at the edge of Síomhaith's land, then, and mucked after her cows for bed and board.

Niall's humming under his breath, but lets off when Sev lowers himself down on the stoop to stretch his legs and grumble at his joints. "You haven't been hexing young Sean again."

"Hmm?"

One finger pushes gently at his brow. Sev hadn't realized he'd been scowling. "Ah."

He looks down the hills to the farmholds in the river valley, fires and lantern-lights. The wind is rising through the trees. He can hear the blight singing in their branches.

"Today I've heard it."

"Heard what?"

"The-"

"You mean," says Niall. His mortar clatters into the pestle. "You-- wasn't--"

"I don't know," says Sev, hating each word.

"I thought-"

"Yes." Blood was blood. Curses were curses. An archdemon might call and be ignored. It was tedious to peel back blight poisoning, but it wasn't impossible. He'd made the Peak his life for the better part of a decade, read as widely as the Collective provided; hoped to find another maleficar who knew blight as he did. Gambled on having a little more time, is what he'd done. Got comfortable playing house.

Niall is staring at him like he's seen a ghast. He looks oddly young, or more likely Sev is feeling his age. He puts a hand to Sev's face, and makes an awful noise when Sev leans into it.

"I am sorry."

"No, no. It..." He sighs a long grumbling bit of nothing. Ah, he's angry-- his hands shake when he's really angry, and he loses a few words, like he's lost them now. "It isn't any doing of yours."

Sev slouches down the stoop to put his head on his husband's shoulder and feel his arm around his neck. The little red circle of sun plunges past the dark mantle of the wilderlands. Posy comes up, nudging his knee, to curl between his legs like she's still a puppy. He shuts his eyes and listens to three hearts beating.

"Surana must've felt it, then," says Niall, after the night air has turned from brisk to properly cold, and their breath's puffing out in white clouds. "She took the oath the same year."

Not his Lia. Brave and clever and full of plans; too young to die, certainly not to the damned taint. He wants to be furious on her behalf; he used to be excellent at fury. All he can summon is the marching song of the 'spawn and a bleakness as wide as the world.

He could be harsh, easily; he's goaded himself for years, he could be cruel if he pleased— take the form of a loping hound, run the highlands to Jader; but his husband wouldn’t like it. Wearily he steps outside of his head and forces the bleakness back ell by ell. Marvels, a moment, that he can bear to do it at all.

"If she walks tonight, I'll ask."

"You'll stay with me until she does."

The worst of it is there are weeks of the Fifth Blight that he cannot clearly recall. Long stretches of unlife, undeath, dreams he dreamed in the company of the horde. He recalls the maggoty taste of blight-essence as fed by Ferelden, and blood-thick arteries beginning to cool, and Liathari's mind melting into his own. The calling is the last piece. Like those who died in the gangue of the fallen Roads. Join us, shadows; be remembered here... sleep in the vein of the world.

Precious few set foot inside the Weisshaupt libraries; they'd never admit a deserter, and he never learned to sneak. Liathari went north. She never breathed a word of it, but he knows she went north. Perhaps...

"Yes," he startles out of his thoughts; Niall has a death grip on his hand. "Yes. Until she walks."

"And I won't be slitting your throat, unless we come to that."

"...Very well." He had been thinking of his will. The perils of being a predictable old fool. He lifts his head; the lantern at their door beams warmly over Niall's worried face. He is the most beautiful thing in the world. Sev touches his chin. "There's grey in your beard."

"There is not." Niall lurches to his feet, pattering inside for the tiny shaving-glass they keep above the hearth. Sev bites his cheek against laughter.

"Very handsome," he says to Posy, who heaves a long dog-sigh, and licks his pants.

Niall swears just below a screech. "Flaming Maker, I've gone grey."

"Beautiful man," Sev thunders over his shoulder. "Come back and be kissed."

"I won't let you kiss this face. Where are the shears?"

"What a curse is vanity."

"Go to the Void. Where did we put them?"

Sev laughs past the lump in his throat. Milly and Barley come trotting out of the house to lick his hands and whine, woundedly, for their supper. "The shears are for sheep, and you are more handsome than you have ever been, Niallán."

Another string of curses. Barley pelts off after a rustling in the brush. Four decades living and breathing; nearly three of them spent with the man who is presently butchering his beard on a pair of sheep-shears. You're a fool, he thinks, you've become weak and stupid, and you think you're owed something for it. He buries his face in Posy's short fur and cries.

[reminiscingtonight]

Everything Has Changed

Ana-Maria Crnogorčević x reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Love You More (Part Two)

[WOSO Masterlist]

Finishing your fourth ice cube, you look at the clock again. It’s the fifth time you’ve looked at it in the past couple minutes, impatiently awaiting the return of your wife. 

Lia had all but dragged Ana out after practice, saying something about how she needed the blonde to go shopping with her for some new furniture in her apartment. So pouting and feigning annoyance, you returned home alone. 

While you were slightly peeved at Lia for depriving you of some quality time with your wife, there’s a part of you that appreciated it all the same. It left you plenty of time to finally wrap up the gift that you had been waiting to give Ana. 

It’s been sitting in a spare duffle of yours, tucked between a couple old shirts and stolen hoodies. You bought it earlier in the week, immediately after you went to the doctor’s office to confirm the result of your at home test. 

It isn’t until you’re nearly all the way done with your next ice cube that you hear some muffled words through the door. Like a puppy to a bone, you perk up at the sound of keys in the lock.

This is something you don’t think you’ll ever get used to. Up until last year, you and Ana have never played for the same club team. Lia’s the one who introduced the two of you to each other all those years ago. Having taken a quick liking to the Swiss when she first joined Arsenal, Lia took it upon herself to be your wingwoman until it became apparent that the blonde was the one for you. Countless blind dates set up by the brunette all seemed for naught when you vacationed with Lia and a couple of mutual football friends and instantly hit it off with Ana. Dating was superseded by an engagement, and a wedding came not long after.

So yes, most of your relationship was spent balancing long distance, but after her contract in Spain ended, Ana decided to come to Arsenal to be with you. You had already decided a while back that you’d play out your last couple years in England at a club that’s become so dear to you, and Ana took it as a win to go play for a club where her wife and best friend both played at.

So now you get to wake up to the love of your life, pull faces at each other as you scramble to make it out the door to trainings on time, dance around the kitchen as you try to make dinner (which will inevitably result in Ana stepping in when you burn it), and bask in all that domestic bliss the two of you missed out on in those early years of your relationship. 

“Honey, I’m home!” Ana shouts, a goofy grin on her face as she rounds the corner to the living room. 

You have a similar smile on your face, tilting your head up to receive the kiss Ana presses to your lips in greeting. Letting out a relieved sigh, Ana all but collapses onto the seat next to you. Chuckling, you give her head a couple scratches as she launches into a rant about Lia’s indecisiveness.

“After my fourth sigh Lia nearly shoved me over and said all I wanted to do was go home and cuddle with you, which of course was what I wanted to do, but I couldn't let Lia of all people be correct, you know? So I had to walk a couple more laps with her around the store until she decided she didn’t want anything from that place.”

“Number one best friend right here,” you chuckle, expertly slapping away Ana’s hands as she tries to tickle you for your jest. “Hey, hey! I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Huffing, she rolls her eyes good heartedly at you. Though the pout on her face becomes real when you move to get out of her arms. “Where are you going?” she whines, hands scrambling to pull you back into her side. 

“Calm down, Ana. I’m coming right back,” you shout over your shoulder, quickly running to the closet to grab your gift. It takes some digging, but eventually you find it. 

With a skip in your step, you return to a sullen looking wife. Ana perks up at your return, hands instantly making a grabby motion towards you. 

“To reward your patience, I got you a gift.”

Ana blinks in surprise, mouth dropping open into an ‘o’ at the sight of the wrapped box in your hands. “A gift? For me?”

You laugh at her dumbfounded look. “Yes, I’ve got a present for you,” you repeat.

Eyebrows scrunching up, you can almost see the gears turning in Ana’s head. “I didn’t forget anything did I?”

Laughing, you press a kiss against your wife’s head. “No, babe, you didn’t. I just wanted to spoil you today.”

Settling into her side, you watch as Ana begins her careful work of unfolding your gift. Unlike you, Ana treats all wrapping paper with care. You’re the opposite, much more likely to tear and rip at anything placed in your hands. Now the impatient one, you start tapping your foot on the ground. You really hope Ana’s going to like your gift, but when it comes down to it, you can’t really predict the way she’s going to react. 

Finally finished unfolding, Ana pulls out a tiny jersey, eyebrows furrowing as she takes in the Arsenal logo on the front. You can tell she’s still confused as she flips it over to see the name on the back.  

There are so many letters there that the font is smaller than it normally is, the letters still nearly curling their way to the front. The two of you had hyphenated your last names after marriage, but professionally you still wore your own. When given the choice between which jersey to get, it wasn’t really a competition.

Wracking her mind, Ana tries to think why you got her this shirt. The last shirt you got your cat led to hours of glaring and hissing, even after you took it off her and gave her cuddles, so Ana knew it wasn’t for her. And the dog you shared was definitely too big to fit into something this size.

It’s at this moment Ana realizes the shape of the jersey. Or more specifically the way the ends meet together with a click, giving way to two tiny leg holes.

“Is this…” Ana trails off, fingers absentmindedly tracing her last name as she tries to calm her racing mind.

“I wanted to get one of my jerseys for the baby but for right now I’m more than happy to give them a jersey of the best player I know.”

Ana whips her head around, eyes darting between your face and your stomach. It’s obvious she doesn’t really know where to look, eyes a little wild. “Baby? Are you… is it… did it work?”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you nod. “I’m pregnant.”

It’s silent for a minute as Ana takes in your words. Her eyes have started watering, bottom lip quivering with the beginning of a sob. 

This is something the two of you have been waiting for for years. Of course your careers are important to you, but you both agreed that a successful career meant nothing without a family to share it with. After an injury took you out for the majority of last season, the two of you decided there was no time like the present and began looking into IVF treatments. However, despite all of your hardwork and prayers, nothing took. 

The two of you had just begun discussing alternative methods for expanding your family when you took your last pregnancy test. 

And it was positive.

Ana’s still trying hard not to cry when she cups your face, pressing her forehead against yours. “You’re pregnant?”

Nodding, you gently grasp Ana’s hands before directing them onto your abdomen. It’s this action that causes the dam to break, and Ana begins sobbing, quickly pressing her face into the side of your neck to muffle her cries. 

Soothingly rubbing your hands up and down her back, you whisper how much you love her and how amazing of a mom she’ll be. It takes a couple minutes before her cries die down, the blonde overwhelmed by the news of your expanding family. Eventually she pulls her head up, allowing you to wipe the tears from her face. 

“We’re having a baby,” she wetly laughs, pressing a kiss to your fingertips when they brush past. 

Grinning, you murmur those words back. Ana lets her eyes drop back down to her hands, to where they are still pressed against your stomach. Her eyes are full of wonder and love as she takes in all in. 

The two of you are having a baby. 

You’re going to be parents.

“I love you,” she whispers, voice full of emotion as she presses a kiss to your lips. Giving your hand a light squeeze, Ana leans down, lifting your shirt so she can press a light kiss against your bare abdomen. “And I love you too, my little dove. Your mama and I can’t wait to meet you.”

You don’t think anything can beat this moment--

(You didn’t think anything could beat your first date.

Or your first anniversary.

Or your second.

Or Ana asking you to marry her.

Or your wedding.

Or Ana moving to London to be with you.)

--at least until you see your precious daughter staring up at you with wide eyes, dressed in her little Crnogorčević jersey.

[archangeldyke-all]

hi! how do you think sevika would be with a reader who has a phobia of sick when she’s ill?

I’ve been throwing up all morning and i’m home alone which sucks😜🤞🏼

poor bb :( i hope u feel better soon love

men and minors dni

she'd be right there next to you the entire time.

she knows how much you hate getting sick. so the second she hears you retching in the bathroom, she pulls out her phone and calls off for the day, knowing you'll need her by your side.

she feels a little useless, just sitting there and rubbing your back, telling you "just let it out baby. just like that."

but for you, it's so comforting.

if you have longer hair, she'll hold it back for you, gently scratching your scalp while you wait between bouts of nausea.

she'll even start burping you like a baby, firm pats on your back to help your stomach settle. you manage to chuckle between your tears, and sevika kisses your shoulder.

"'m so sorry, baby." she mumbles. "wish i could be sick for you."

"'m sorry 'm so gross." you mumble.

sevika just kisses your forehead, wiping your face clean with some toilet paper. "nah. just as beautiful as the day we met." she lies.

you giggle, leaning into her chest and listeining to the gentle thump of her heartbeat.

your stomach lurches, and you groan, leaning back over the toilet bowl.

it's absolutely fucking miserable.

but, with sevika's hands on you and her sympathetic sighs in your ear-- it's a little more tolerable.

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[threerattsinatrenchcoat]

I must know more about Going Fezzerk!

Holy cannoli I missed this, sorry! I already answered it once but I'll copy/paste :)

Going Fezzerk a comedic, consensual and spicy Barcus Wroot/Fezzerk fic. Yeah, the goblin who ties him to the windmill. It'll be out around June 23rd and part of the Wroots of Romance collab (I actually have 3 in there, a sweet Lia, Cal and Barcus out June 9 and a spicy Nym/Barcus and Sorn/Barcus out June 16!)

The spice is set after the game, and involves Fezzerk making good on a comment to Barcus that Wulbren sounded so awful even Fezzerk would treat him better. SFW excerpt (rough draft, so beware) below!

The goblin dragged a dry, rough tongue over his lip, watching the windmill spin. A lone figure was tied to one of the fins (or whatever), staring out at the spinning world in sullen stubbornness.

"Oughta' be dead now, shouldn't he?" mumbled one of the grunts.

"If he was oversized, yeah. But he's normal. He can take more."

Still, it was boring. Fezzerk dug his shit armor out of his shit crack and ambled over to the windmill.

"Hey, er, listen. You need to die soon, right?" he said.

"I will—" a pause as the gnome left polite talking distance, then he restarted when the mill brought him back around. "—not! I've—" Ugh. Fezzerk scratched his ankle with a toe. What he wouldn't give for a proper bath. If goblins could catch vermin, he would have. "—got things to—" Do, Fezzerk predicted. Probably killing them all, right? That's what he would do. "—handle.Ineedto—" the gnome was wisening up. Impressive for a stupid who got hisself caught by goblins in what was clearly goblin lands. "—findWulbren!"

"Who?"

And when the gnome completed the loop, he said, "Wulbren!"

"And once you find him, you'll die proper?"

"Icoulddiehappy!"

Fezzerk scratched his head. "Right. Oy, maggots! You know a Wilburn?"

"Wulbren!" said the gnome.

"Oh, right. Sorry. Wilbren?"

The goblins shook their heads.

"What's he like?" Fezzerk asked.

"Oh, clever—" and for the sake of his sanity, Fezzerk decided to commit this to his memory with spaces and without the long pauses "—and ambitious. So smart. He never lets anything stand in his way."

"Then we oughta' be scared, ahhhahaheh." The gnome looked a bit sad at that. Which pissed him off. He oughta' be the only reason that gnome was sad.

[delfiore]

You've been gone for weeks :((( we miss you :(((

i'm so sorry 😭 i've been stuck writing this one idea for my peach princess lia wälti but i think i've been dragging it out too long and i don't like it anymore :') i'm like 3k words in but i think i'm going to rewrite it from scratch 🧍🏻‍♀️

i'm also working on a quick aitana one to get me back in the groove and a fluffy leah one (i know, fluffy on delfiore?? crazy!!)

school starts again on monday for me so i honestly don’t know how it’s going to go but i hope i can get at least one of these out soon!