#and i know i’m improving but it really feels like it’s absolutely minute. like. i was going to send my boss an update but then i realised it

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Me earlier: oh actually I don’t think my PMS has been that bad this time around?? Maybe microgynon is stabilising my mood

Me just now: *reading people’s stories about knee sprains and sobbing from sympathy*

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ahh yay !! okay sooo… vamp!Tomas x fem!reader where tomas and the reader both like each other but never really said anything because they are both shyyy but after tomas gets turned by nitara tomas becomes a lot more cockier and confident causing him to cockily confess his feelings !! (smut? 🤍)

ty lovely and ofc have a good day/night <3

I love this request! I have written far more for it than I initially thought I was going to, I got carried away and couldn’t stop writing. I hope you like it anon! Thank you for gracing my inbox <333 sorry it took me so long to fulfil this request. I wish you a lovely day/night and I hope this lives up to your expectations :)

Dearest

Wc: 6k

Pairing: Vamp!Tomas x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, angsty for like a minute, thigh grinding, cunnilingus (over the panties 🤭), p in v sex, creampie, spanking (1), I think that is all :)

Harbouring an unrequited crush for a man that you would describe as one of your closest friends is one of the most difficult things you’ve had to do in your adult life, and you have not had an easy life. So, it feels a little bit ridiculous how trying this has been for you.

Tomas is someone you hold in high regard, his skills, his generosity, his kindness in spite of his losses, you could ramble on about him and all the reasons you like him forever. Unlucky for his brother Kuai Liang, that means you torture him with your seemingly endless growing affections.

“He brought me back my favourite–”

“–Yes, I know, I was there with him.” Kuai Liang sighs, this is the third time you’ve brought up Tomas in the last ten minutes.

Tomas had brought you back your favourite baked goods on his last trip into town, it made your chest feel full with how kind the action was. He remembered your favourite treat, and he went out of his way to get it. He thinks about you, even when you aren’t with him.

“I’m sorry Kuai, I’m just really happy.” You feel embarrassed about how much you’re gushing, but you can’t help it. There is no one else you can talk to about this, and you need to talk about it with someone.

“It’s fine, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad,” he smiles apologetically at you, “but you know, you should just tell him how much you like him.”

“I can’t do that! What if he doesn’t like me back? And then I’ve ruined our friendship over my silly feelings.” There’s too much for you to lose if you confess to him.

Kuai Liang refrains from a deep eye roll, he’s about to say something but Tomas walks up to you both.

“Hey guys, what’s going on?” He’s just finished some training with Hanzo, he looks tired.

Kuai sits and says nothing, waiting for you to answer him, “We’re just hanging out, drinking tea.” You motion the teacup up at him to see.

He nods his head, smiling at you, “Got enough for me?”

Kuai pours him a cup before getting up, “I’ve got to go meet with Harumi, thanks for the tea.” He nods his head down at you and pats Tomas on the shoulder as he walks away.

“Thank you,” you tell him in reference to the gift he brought back.

He moves to sit down next to you on the bench, “No thanks necessary, I knew it was your favourite, and I was in the area.”

He lied just now, Kuai had told you that they would’ve been home an hour earlier, but he went out of his way to find your favourite bakery.

You take a sip of your tea, smiling into the cup and humming your reply to him.

You ask, “How did training go?”

“Well, Hanzo is improving fast, I am sure it won’t take him long to beat me in a fight,” he chuckles, his pride in Hanzo displayed in it.  

“I am sure he could, though I am sure I could beat you in a fight too.” You’re teasing, you are capable but not on par with Tomas.

He smiles at you, “You probably would win but I think that’s because you would play dirty.”

“Absolutely,” he knows you too well, any way to win.

You both sit and drink tea while talking, until you run out of tea, and then you’re both just talking. It gets late quickly but you both never seem to run out of things to say, and even when you do, you’ll say anything just to be able to talk to him for a little bit longer.  

“I should probably head to bed now, it’s getting late,” you tell Tomas, hours have passed since he sat down.

He looks into your eyes, like he has something pressing to tell you but eventually settles on saying, “Okay, thank you for tea.”

“Thank you for my treats,” you lean into his side, and he holds you there. Both engaged in a side hug.

“You are most welcome, dearest.”

The way he calls you dearest makes your heart rate spike; he makes you feel like you are genuinely dear to him, and it makes you giddy.

You move past it, “I will see you tomorrow?” you ask him, mouth muffled in his shirt.

He replies, “Yes but it might be late, Kuai and I both have to help Lui Kang with something.”

So vague with his missions, trying to shield you from the truth you suppose. You always end up asking Kuai about them anyways, and he tells you, so there isn’t really any point in keeping it from you. It’s sweet that he cares to try though.

“Be safe.” You tell him.

“Always.”

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That was the last time you saw Tomas, he left for his mission and Kuai came back alone. It’s something that haunts you, you remember how distraught you were. You were told he was turned by Nitara, which means he’s out there somewhere, you just don’t know where. Don’t know what he’s doing. But your home feels empty and lifeless these days.

All you do is spend the days waiting for the next, an endless, mind-numbing cycle. Kuai and Harumi visit you often, checking in on you, making tea. They’re worried about you, you know that. But you’re worried about Tomas.

Lui Kang and Kuai Liang have been putting a copious amount of effort into finding Tomas, wanting to help him, but Tomas doesn’t want to be found. And he’s making it abundantly clear. Leaving a trail of half dead people, that have messages from him, telling them to stop looking.

This isn’t something you learnt from Kuai; you’ve heard the whispers in the village about it though. Kuai has now picked up Tomas’ old habit of not telling you the extent of things, but you can read between the lines. Tomas is moving closer to the Shirai Ryu’s village, for what reason you don’t know but you feel conflicted about it. You want to see him, but he is not Tomas anymore, not really. Not the man you…

…The bond between yourself and Tomas had always been unbreakable, at least you thought it had been. With the way things are now, you don’t know who will be standing in front of you, if you ever see him again.

Due to Tomas’ movements getting closer to the village people have been assigned to keep tabs on you. Kuai hasn’t said anything, but people roam outside your house now, frequently. All hours, they will stroll by, you think they aren’t meant to be noticed but when you live with ninja’s long enough, you start to notice them. You appreciate the consideration, but it’s not needed, even if he does show, you’ll handle it yourself.

There’s a knock on your door, three polite raps against the solid wood. Right on time, 3pm in the afternoon. Every day, you get visited by Kuai, sometimes with Harumi, sometimes with Hanzo, but more often than not, alone.

Sighing you move from your couch to the door and pull it open, “Afternoon, Kuai.”

You pull it open the whole way, allowing his large frame to move past you. He walks into the kitchen and starts boiling some water.

“Good afternoon,” he replies.

The afternoon with him carries out the same way it has for the past couple months, he talks to you, trying to get you to open up. You turn it on him and try to get him to talk, about how he’s feeling, about Tomas’ last sighting, his plans for if they find him. But just like yourself, he doesn’t disclose anything. So, you both end up drinking tea in silence, mention the weather and then part ways.

Some days he is more stubborn than others, he stays longer, pushing you harder, he’s feeling that way this afternoon.

“I know you must be upset and missing him; you can talk to me about him, it might help.” He presses you; he’d love to hear you talk about Tomas the way you used to.

It makes you sad to talk about him though, “I don’t have anything to say Kuai, you know that.”

“That is a little hard to believe,” there is humour in his voice, it pulls a small smile from you.

It is rather ironic, going from never being able to shut up about him, to never talking about him.

“I appreciate the concern, but I am fine,” you lie.

He knows and he looks at you, eyebrow raised, “You are not.”

“No… I’m not but neither are you.”

“I suppose not.” He sighs and takes a sip of his tea.

You think now is your time to mention, “Could you stop sending people to watch my house, it’s annoying and unnecessary.”

“I think it necessary,” he shoots back, but he caves a little, “I will send less and less frequently, but they will still watch out for you.”

You go to argue further, “I really don’t think it’s–”

“–I am not willing to compromise further on this matter.” He cuts you off.

“Fine.” You concede, too tired to argue with him. Always too tired.

He seems pleased with the progress he’s made with you though, finally getting you to budge the slightest bit. Admitting that you are not fine is enough for him today. He leaves with no argument, and you sit back on your couch, enjoying your solidarity.

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You’re in the shower when you hear someone rummaging around your living room, annoying, you think to yourself. It’s probably someone checking on you, though it’s odd they’re inside your house.

Wrapping yourself in a towel, you move through the ensuite and into your bedroom. Locating the sword you keep hung on the wall, if it’s not someone checking up on you, you may need protection. You pull it down, keeping it sheathed. Slowly you move towards the living area where the noise is coming from.

You sneak through the house as quietly as possible and come up behind the intruder, hands on the sword, ready to unsheathe it and strike if necessary. But then you realise the silhouette of the intruder is very familiar.

He turns around and faces you, a faux shocked look on his face, pretending to be frightened by you holding a sword.

Your voice comes out far more timid than you would’ve liked, “Tomas?”

“Ah, you caught me.” He holds his arms up in surrender, sly grin plastered on his face.

“What are you doing here?”

“Well, I came to visit you, dearest.” He says it like it’s the most obvious thing, as if he’s questioning you questioning his presence.

Your eyes squint at him, “Don’t call me that.”

“You never use to mind it,” his face twists into a fake sad expression.

You’re still in an attack stance, “That was then, I don’t know who you are now.”

“Please put the sword down, it really isn’t frightening, especially since you’re in nothing but a towel.” His eyes look you up and down, appreciating your scantily clad body in a fluffy towel.

Your lip pulls up into a grimace, “Don’t look at me, turn around.”

He waves a hand at you dismissively, “Chill out, I’m not here to hurt you.”

“Why are you here?” You’re quick to reply.

His presence is genuinely confusing, he didn’t want to be found by his own brother, but he came back here to break into your house and look at your living room furnishings?

“Like I said, I’m here to see you, I’ve missed you dearly… dearest.” He flashes you a cheeky smile.

He’s different, not right, not… himself. It’s uncanny and off putting to you. He is not the same kind man you called your best friend.

“I don’t believe you.”

His smile drops, “I know, but I’m not lying.”

He moves towards you, but you take a step back, hand pulling on the handle of the sword, ready to unsheathe it. He stops at your reaction; and rolls his eyes dramatically.

“I really am not going to hurt you, I wanted to give you that,” his head motions towards your side table, your favourite baked goods sitting atop it.

Your eyes round in shock, why would he go to the effort? You stop your thoughts before they get too hopeful, he could be trying to lure you into a false sense of security, and it might work. He looks mostly the same, not quite right but his likeness is there. He’s pale, bloody, an odd marking on his forehead, and fangs you can spot when he speaks, but the same.

It’s confusing you; you want to be happy to see him, but you don’t want to let yourself feel it if he isn’t quite right. If he’s going to hurt you or worse. You are happy he’s alive though, there might be a way to help him.

“Why did you bring me that?” You ask, also motioning towards the treats on the table.

“Because they’re you’re favourite,” he shrugs, “can you please put the sword down, this is getting a bit ridiculous.”

You have a baffled look on you face, “You’re the one breaking and entering??”

“Hey! I didn’t break anything.” He looks offended, hand on his chest. He sighs and rolls his eyes again, “I don’t know what to offer you here to make you feel better, dear.”

“I don’t really know either.” You consider what would make you feel better about him, other than him leaving. “Getting dressed… would make me feel better.”

“I don’t mind if you don’t.” He’s flirting with you, brazenly.

“Stay here… or leave… but don’t follow me.”

He has a bored look on his face, but he shrugs in agreeance.

At his reaction you begin backing away slowly, watching him as you leave the room. He tilts his head curiously at you as you do.  When you can no longer see him, you shuffle quickly to your room.

You rustle through drawers to find clothes, settling on pants and a t-shirt. Something you can move around in if you end up having to defend yourself. You pick up your sword and exit your bedroom.

As you come back into the living area you see him sitting on an armchair in the corner, the one facing your larger couch. You move around the furniture to sit on said couch facing him. Your posture a stark contrast to his, you’re sitting up straight and alert. While he is lounging, legs spread wide, spine reclined against the back of the armchair. He’s fully relaxed and you’re… not.

“Still have the sword I see,” he notes.

Your grip tightens on the hilt, “I am not ready to trust you.”

“No, I wouldn’t think you would be.” His head rolls to the side quickly, listening, “are you expecting guests?”

You know what he’s hearing, your friendly watchers must be coming by to check on you.

“Kuai Liang started assigning people to come by my house, I didn’t understand why previously, I do now.” You reply casually with a wave of your hand.

“Mmm, he is taking care of you?” His question seems loaded, like he might be simultaneously pleased and displeased at the same time, no matter your response.

“Yes, he comes by regularly to check on me, he is worried.” You answer honestly, based on his hearing he’d probably be able to tell if you lied to him.

His eyes squint slightly, his reaction telling you nothing about his thoughts or feelings, “You going to alert them of my presence?”

“I wasn’t planning to.”

He seems a little confused, “Why not?”

“I’m not getting any information from Kuai anymore, he tells me nothing. If I let them take you, I doubt I’ll be updated of anything.”

“Very serious like this, you used to be much kinder to me.”

Your eyebrows raise at him, “I could say the same to you.”

“Fair enough,” he smiles at you, still eyeing you even though you are nowhere near as undressed as earlier.

“Stop it,” you tell him.

His gaze climbs up your body and then back onto your eyes, “Stop what?”

“Stop that,” your hand waves in circles around his face, referencing the way he’s been looking at you.

His head leans to the side, “Why?”

Your eyebrows pinch together, “Because I don’t know what it means.”

“I like you, is what it means.” His smile is as sweet as he can muster, it’d be sweeter if he didn’t have fangs.

Huh? Huh? What the hell? He likes you, is that possible? You must have the most bewildered expression on your face because he begins chuckling at you.

“Don’t laugh!” You’re frowning at him now.

“Sorry, sorry…” He waves his hand at you, “I didn’t think you’d look so confused, you’ve just made a very cute face.”

You sigh deeply, he’s making your heart rate pick up, you need to control it, “I don’t believe you.” You say in reference to his declaration.

“Yeah, you keep saying that, but it’s the truth. I came back to see you because I miss you and I miss you because I like you. I always have.” His confession is making you feel flushed. He’s saying things you would’ve liked to have heard ages ago.

“Why? Why tell me this now?”

“Was too scared to tell you before, now it doesn’t matter as much, our friendship isn’t exactly in a great place, no?” He gestures to his whole being with his hands, as if to demonstrate the reason for that.

“I don’t see myself trusting you, I hope you know that.” Honestly, mutual trust isn’t something you can foresee in both your futures.

But that’s obviously the opposite for Tomas, “I am pretty confident that I can change your mind, I got your heart rate to rise earlier. My confession bring up some hidden feelings?”

You’re interested, “How do you plan on changing my mind?” You ignore the second part of his sentence.

“I will come by as often as I have to, for as long as I have to, until you trust me again.” He seems earnest at least, but you don’t know if you have rose tinted glasses on when it comes to him.

“Do as you please, I have a feeling you’re going to anyways.” You huff at him, spine becoming less rigid.

He smiles at you, eyes bright, “I appreciate the permission, anyhow.”

His visit ends quickly after that last conversation, having made headway with you made him pleased enough to leave. He did promise he would be back the next night, and the night after that, and so on, and so forth. The promise thrills you, much to your contention.

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Tomas stayed true to his promise, he comes by, every night without fail and has been doing so for the last few months. He never stopped flirting with you the whole time, making his affection for you perfectly clear. There are only so many ways you can brush him off and change topics though.

He sniffs the air, “I hate how much Kuai comes around, always smells like him in here, ruins your scent.”

Your eyes roll at him, “Well, he’s about as stubborn as you are about visiting. Must run in the family.”

You stopped holding your sword every time he came round about a month into his visits, believing he probably wasn’t going to bodily harm you. It was never far from you though, now it stays in the lounge, not close but not far. He has succeeded in slowly building some trust between the two of you.

In the kitchen you’re waiting for the kettle to boil, Tomas comes up behind you. Leaning down he inhales your scent, not so close to touch but close enough to have your heart pounding in your chest.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

“Smelling you.”

“Yeah, I can see that, why are you sniffing me?”

“You smell nice,” he’s still standing close to you, chest brushing your back.

You turn around and place a palm on his chest, aiming to push him back but he doesn’t budge. His hand comes up and he places it over top of your own. His eyes looking intently into yours, as you’re looking up at him, you’re struck with the realisation that your feelings for him haven’t left you. He’s changed and so have your feelings, but you still like him.

His eyes flit down to your lips, he begins moving in closer to you. Giving you ample time to pull away if you don’t want him to kiss you. You don’t know if kissing him is a good idea, but it doesn’t matter anyways, the kettle starts squealing, alerting you of its boiled status.

His hand lets go of yours, the moment ruined. You turn quickly, feeling like your face is on fire. Happy to be able to hide your face from him, though you know he can definitely hear your beating heart working overtime.

You take the kettle off the stove and make a cup of tea for both you and Tomas, he never drinks it, but he asks for it every time and holds it for the entirety of his visit.

Later, after tea, as you’re washing up Tomas stands beside you. Ever since your guard dropped enough to let him get this close to you, he stays as close as you’ll allow. Always right by you, flirting, joking, watching.

“Do you want me to wash up?” He offers.

“No, thank you.” You continue, scrubbing at your dishware.

When you’re done you go to wipe your hands off, drying them. Tomas grabs you and spins you abruptly, a shocked gasp pulling from you at his speed and strength.

“I like you.” Is all he says.

Your eyes are wide with shock, “You’ve already said so.”

“I just had to tell you again, so you know.”

“You tell me every day, and you relentlessly flirt with me,” you remind him.

“Just checking you haven’t forgotten.”

“You don’t make that possible,” you raise a brow at him.

“That’s the idea,” he smiles cheekily at you.

His eyes dip to your lips again, the moment from earlier being recreated. You turn your head to the side, feeling shy under his watchful gaze.

“Your heart is racing,” he comments, moving his hand to tuck a stray hair behind your ear.

“I know, it is my heart.” You feel flush in the face.

He leans a bit closer, “And how does your heart feel about me?”

Ah, he’s fishing today. He has been very patient, not asking you your feelings towards him but he is curious. Especially since he can tell you enjoy his advances, or at least react to them viscerally.

“I reserve the right to not answer that.” You feel as though you’re being interrogated.

He finds your answer entertaining, “I think… you like me too, but you’re still not convinced you can trust me.”

Yep, he’s pretty much hit the nail on the head, and he knows it. You go to answer him, try to cover for yourself but he’s quicker with his words.

Tone growing glib, he taunts, “Mmm, yeah, that was dead on, huh?”

His large hand come up and pulls your face back to his, holding you by your chin, between his thumb and forefinger. He tilts your face up, looking you directly in the eyes.

“Look at me and tell me, that you don’t like me.”

“I don’t like you,” you reply simply.

He scoffs, “Liar, I’ve grown on you.”

“Like a tumour, maybe,” you retort back.

He has a small smile on his face, “Now who is being stubborn?”

“Somehow, still you.” Your expression is one of defiance.

He rolls his eyes at you and groans, before grabbing your head on either side and pulling you into a kiss. It’s full and profound, and as he moves his head to the side, he licks into your mouth, deepening the kiss. A shocked mewl coming from you, one that he swallows down greedily.

Your heart feels like it might explode in your chest, and as he pulls away, he makes a note of it.

His forehead rests against yours, smiling cockily he asks, “Still don’t like me?”

“No,” you shake your head against him.

He captures your lips in another lustful kiss, devouring you whole, consuming the noises that escape you. Common sense eludes you, his kisses making you dizzy and unable to think properly. He walks you back into the corner of the kitchen bench, still cradling your face. Your hands coming up behind you, resting on the bench top. As a result, your chest presses further into him.

One of his knees slots between your legs, pinning you to the spot. His kisses take your breath away and you have to pull back to breathe. Huffing slightly at his insistent manner of kissing.

“Seems to me, that you like me.” He states.

“You’re mistaken.” You retort.

His head moves to your neck, inhaling the length of it, “it smells like you like me.”

Low blow on his behalf, his observation of your growing arousal for him makes your skin set alight. An embarrassing observation for him to make and he knows it. His thigh slots higher, resting up against your cunt. The contact makes you jump lightly, your teeth biting your lip to stifle your audible reaction.

His hands move to your hips as he leans down and kisses you again. His lips serving as a distraction so he can use the grip he has on your hips to encourage you to grind down on his thigh. You get lost in the feeling, the stimulation sending jolts of pleasure up your spine, the sounds you make spilling from you freely.

He rips his mouth away from you suddenly, before you can complain he pulls your pants down, you step out of them. Standing in front of him in nothing but your shirt and panties. He drops to his knees in front of you, pulling your thighs apart, just enough so his face can fit between your legs. His nose resting up against your pussy over your panties, he inhales deeply.

You gasp out at him, “Tomas!”

“Mmmsorry, you smell so fucken good.” He speaks against your cunt, muffling his words.

This display is mortifying to you and also serving to fuel your arousal. He hums pleasantly at your reaction. His mouth opens, sucking over your underwear, wetting them further. His thumbs pull your pussy lips apart, giving himself more access to your arousal. He’s lapping at your hole over your underwear, nose rubbing up against your clit as he licks at you.

You’re squirming above him, gasping for air at the pleasure he’s giving you. He grows more fervent against you, your cunt leaking from the pleasure. The smell and taste of you sending him into a frenzy. He doesn’t stop making out with your cunt over your underwear. Your legs are borderline shaking with your building orgasm.

“Tomas – ngh,” you’re trying to warn him of your impending orgasm.

One of your hands reaches for his hair, grabbing on, your hips beginning to faintly grind against his face. He doesn’t pull away to acknowledge your words, just continues slurping at your cunt, humming at you in confirmation.

The noises spilling from you reach a higher pitch, coming closer together. Your eyes are wet as they close tight against the intensity of your orgasm. When you cum it’s with a bite of his name followed by a large inhale of breath. Legs shaking, if he had not been gripping your thighs, you would’ve fallen to the floor in front of him.

He doesn’t stop as you cum, or even after, continuing to lick at you enthusiastically, aftershocks running through your veins. You twitch at the continued stimulation he provides. He growls against you, an inhuman sound that spikes your heart rate, and your excitement.

The sight of him between your legs, gripping your thighs open and feasting on your wet cunt could have you passing out. He huffs frustrated against you, and he rips your underwear off, actually tearing them off your body. You can’t even complain because he’s put his mouth back on your bare cunt. Drinking up all of the slick and cum from your cunt, he’s licking you clean, you might actually faint.

Tugging at his hair harsher, you push him back, “mm sensitive, stop.” You gasp out at him, words slurred together slightly.

Thankfully, he pulls away but stays on his knees, watching you quiver in front of him. His mouth finished eating you, but his eyes haven’t. He inhales one last time before standing up in front of you.

Cocky smile plastered on his face, “Divine, let me continue?”

You shake your head at him, “No, I will actually faint.”

He preens at that, delighted by your answer, “Are you ready to admit you like me?”

“No,” stubborn for no reason at this point. It’s clear to the both of you, you definitely like him.

He chuckles dryly at you, and then he’s spinning you around and pushing your upper half against the bench top. His hands run over your body, down your back and over your ass cheeks, he pulls them back to stare at your cunt, he whistles at the sight of it. And you struggle against him, humiliated by his actions.

“Will you let me fuck your tight pussy?”

You feel red and raw, his direct question mortifying you, mortifying you because, “yes.” You will let him.

He lets out an amused sound that turns into a growl at the sight of you bent over and waiting for him. Rustling can be heard from behind you as he pulls out his cock. He runs it through your folds, using your cunts prior orgasm to lube it. You rock back against him, rutting down on his dick. It sends shudders down your spine, the pleasure already plenty and he’s not inside you.

“Hold still,” he holds his hand on your back firmly, keeping you in place.

His other hand on his cock, running his tip through your folds before notching it at your hole. Slowly splitting you in two.

All he lets out is, “fffff–”

You clench at the stretch, clamping down on his cock.

“–UCK!” He lets out at your tightening pussy, “gotta relax, or I’ll never – nghf – make it inside.”

You’re mewling and barely the tip is inside you, his hand reaches down and around to rub at your clit, trying to get you to relax.

“Thasss it, dear, fucken perfect… jus. like. that,” he sighs as you relax a bit.

He’s able to have his whole tip enter you, and then he starts rocking back and forth slowly, trying to fuck you open on the tip of his dick. Your legs already shaking and he’s not even close to halfway inside you.

He begins fucking his cock into you more, incrementally, it has pleasure wracking your body. Taking his time, rocking in and then out, slightly more in and then out, rinse and repeat. Until he’s finally fully seated inside you. The full feeling overwhelming you, you grind back against him, wanting more of the feeling.

“Tomas–”

“Hold still, and if it’s – hah – too much, tap me, okay?” He asks.

You nod your head at him, but he slaps your ass and says, “Words, dearest.”

“I will tap you if it’s too much – jus please – mmmmove.” You’re wiggling back against him, trying to gain some friction.

Both his hands pull your ass cheeks apart again, gazing down at the way you’re wrapped around him. A deep growl coming from inside his chest at the sight. Pulling back almost all the way out, he slams back into you, jolting your body forward against the counter. You have a feeling you’re going to have all kinds of bruises tomorrow morning.

He’s fucking you in earnest, roughly, inhuman and pleased noises coming from him. A wet slapping filling your kitchen along with your mewls and whines. You brace yourself on the counter and begin fucking yourself back on his cock.

His hand moves up your body and grabs at the back of your neck, he pulls you up, holding you flush against his chest. Your head resting back against his shoulder. He’s fucking up into you, the change in position sliding you further down his dick.

The hand that pulled you up goes to the front of your neck, applying no pressure but holding you steady. His free arm moves from your hip to the front of your body, holding you against him, hand groping at your tit. His fingers pinch and play with your nipple, your cunt squeezing down on him at the sensation.

“Tell me, do you like mmme – ngh – now?” He whispers it against your ear, lips brushing the shell of it. It sends a shiver down your spine, goosebumps breaking out across your skin.

“Mmmmaybe – mmph – a little…” You confess.

He laughs and licks your ear, his thrusts never stopping or slowing. Your cunt starts to rhythmically pulse around his cock, you’re so close to cumming on just his cock, a sensation you’ve not felt before. Previously always cumming with the help of stimulation on your clit.

He taunts you, “Go on, cream all over – mmph – me, can feel you squeezing mmme.”

“Hah – Mm gonna–” You’re cumming, hard, on his dick. Your release creating a white ring around the base of his cock.

His hands move to push you back against the bench top again, he needs to see the way you came all over him. He spreads your cheeks again to watch himself fuck you, to see the way you creamed all over him. Mesmerised by your cunt and the way it takes him; he’s chasing his own high now.

He’s fucking you harshly, aiming to topple headfirst into his own pleasure. You clamp down on him, pulling his own orgasm from him suddenly. He cums with a shout of your name and a string of profanities. Filling your cunt to the brim with his release, he continues thrusting, stuffing all his cum back into your pussy. He groans at the sight, dick twitching inside you.

He pulls out of you slowly; he tugs his pants back on before spinning you around and placing you up on the bench. He wets some napkins from your kitchen with warm water and gently wipes your thighs clean.

His fingers push some of the cum leaking out of your cunt back inside, “Keep that there.” He tells you.

You hold your hand over your pussy, as he runs down the hall and comes back with a fresh pair of underwear. He slides them up your legs and uses them to help keep his cum inside you. Your legs are shaking from the come down, eyes wet and dazed. You’d let him do almost anything to you right now, with the way he’s given you the two best orgasms of your life, you think he might’ve earned it.

You watch him move around your kitchen, he finds your previous pair of underwear and stuffs them inside his pocket. He looks back at you and smiles deviously. Then he moves to get you a glass of water.

He presents it to you, “Drink.”

You accept it gratefully, feeling parched, you drink it all. It dribbles down your chin with how you gulp it down. He smiles at you and wipes your chin clean.

“I don’t think I can walk,” you tell him.

He’s smug, “Need me to carry you to bed, dearest?”

“If you’d be so kind.”

He obliges and carries you to bed, tucking you in. He won’t stay and he shouldn’t stay, though you find yourself hoping he would.

“I’ll stay until you fall asleep,” he says, practically reading your mind. He crawls into bed beside you, on top of the covers.

“Thank you, Tomas.”

He smiles kindly at you, “No thanks necessary.”

You fall asleep quickly that night. Fully trusting him and even feeling safe with him beside you. When you wake the next morning, he is gone but he’s left a note.

It reads, “I’ll be back tonight, dearest.”

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

A/N: This is not my best writing, but I find myself a bit fond of it, maybe because it’s a different character, a bit of a change up is nice. I did write almost an extra 3k than what I initially planned lmao. I find the need to add more plot in my stories. Anyways, thank you for reading! I hope you all enjoyed, my requests are open if you want a story like this one or if you want to share any thoughts, feelings, anything really, I am open for asks!! <333

[tazzertopia]

phantom troupe negative traits/habits hcs

*i’m aware that being thieves and murderers are already pretty negative traits but this is more related to their personality 😊😊😊

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chrollo

-unintentionally can sound super sarcastic and condescending

-like if he’s explaining something the cadence of his voice might sound like he’s mocking you, when in reality he just sounds like that

-if you’re in a pissy mood and he’ll ask what’s wrong it kinda sounds sarcastic ?????

-he’ll see you crying and be like:

“are you okay? what’s up?”

and you’ll kinda just be like 🤨🤨🤨 i’m literally crying ???????? what do you MEAN “what’s up?”

-he’ll apologise for sounding sarcastic but he was genuinely asking

-the troupe knows that’s just how he sounds but anyone who doesn’t know him that well just thinks he’s being a prick

shalnark

-literally has zero social awareness

-considering he sees other people as toys, he doesn’t give a single fuck about randos in public

-he’s the type to have a loud conversation on speakerphone on a busy, crowded train filled to the brim with tired people who just got off their 9-5 and want to go home 💔

“hello? yeah, of course i can talk! so today i was-“

“SHUT THE FUCK UP”

“…..anyways so-“

-is always confused as to why people are glaring at him but like i said, he really couldn’t give one

-he also probably sees someone who’s about to doze off or looks visibly irritated and will make it his mission to piss them off as much as possible and strike up a conversation with them

phinks

-extremely sore loser

-if you’re playing a game with him (like mario kart) and he’s about to lose, he will walk away right then and there and quit

-will claim the game is rigged and that’s why he was about to lose (if he wins, he will rub it in and tell you to just improve at the game)

-the troupe audibly groans whenever he asks to join in when they play video games

-one time he unplugged the tv when he lost a game against feitan and shalnark (if he doesn’t win, NOBODY gets to win)

-will claim the other person cheated if he loses

“COME ON!! SHALNARK PROBABLY HACKED THE GAME OR SOMETHING, MAKING ME LOSE!”

“…have you ever considered that maybe you just suck at the game?”

*throws remote at tv*

-just let him win if you want to have a easy breezy life

uvogin

-absolutely zero volume control

-he’s loud in public, but he’s completely unaware how loud he’s being

-this also makes him the worst person to tell secrets to

*pspspspswhisperwhisperwhisper*

“YOU THINK HIS HAIRLINE LOOKS LIKE THE MCDONALDS SYMBOL?”

everyone is staring. the man with the weird hairline you tried to whisper to uvo about is staring. you are extremely embarrassed. you want the ground to swallow you whole.

-to add insult to injury, he also points.

-because of this, it’s super easy to tell when he’s talking about you because he will yell AND point

-he doesn’t gaf who hears

shizuku

-the most brutally honest person you’ll ever meet

-doesn’t sugarcoat anything

-it’s not like she wants to hurt your feelings, but she just doesn’t see the point in beating around the bush or lying

-if she thinks you look fat in something, she’ll tell you. if she thinks you don’t suit a certain colour, she’ll tell you. if she thinks your cooking tastes like actual dookie left out to cook in the desert sun, she will not hesitate to tell you.

-she also will not apologise if she hurts your feelings

-“why do i need to apologise for being honest?”

-she is winning the idgaf war 100%

-will probably forget what she said as well, which makes it worse

feitan

-rather than ask to borrow something of yours like a normal person, he will steal it and then proceed to gaslight you when you confront him about it

-makes sense for him due to his ‘thieves take what they want’ mentality

-will have you convinced that your memory is patchy

“feitan where the fuck are are my scissors?”

“beats me.”

“i know you took them.”

“did not.”

“they were on the counter like five minutes ago and you’re the only one in here”

“no they weren’t.”

-this will carry on until you admit you were wrong for accusing him, or you just drop it

-occasionally he will start drama with the other troupe members by stealing their shit (usually phinks) and making it seem like someone else did it

nobunaga

-quite possibly the most indecisive man you’ll ever meet

-you’d much rather prefer to get sentenced to eternal torture at guantanamo bay than have to ask nobunaga what restaurant he wants to go to later tonight

-“my mind will be made up by tonight, i swear!”

-it wasn’t.

-he’s one of those annoying indecisive people who will insist that you choose, but will get mad if you don’t choose the option he secretly sorta preferred

“i can’t decide between place a or b, you choose!”

“place b”

“really? place a looks much more classy”

“THEN WHY DIDN’T YOU PICK PLACE A?!”

-you’re convinced he’s only acting like this to piss you off, but he’s just like that

-in the end, you have to force him to flip a coin or else he wouldn’t get anywhere decision-wise

pakunoda

-she often gets lost in thought and zones out, which results in her unintentionally staring at people for a little too long

-because of her stern resting face (or rbf), it usually comes across as her glaring at you, which feels a lil uneasy, especially if you’re not close with her

-she will apologise profusely when she comes to, but before she does she will just be looking at you like

👁️_👁️

-as well as this, she will sometimes try and touch you to purposefully see your memories if she’s a bit suspicious of you for whatever reason

-if she thinks you’re lying about something for example, she will intrude your thoughts

-she’s not a particularly touchy-feely person so it’s quite amusing to see her try and touch you for seemingly no reason out of the blue

-a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do 🤷‍♀️

machi

-despite being one of the more upfront and mature members of the troupe, she’s also the worst one for holding grudges

-like she will hold a grudge for literal ages

-there are many she’s had for so long that she can’t even remember why she was mad in the first place

-at this point it’s more about keeping a streak than actually being mad

-best case scenario is that she forgets about it altogether or else best believe she will NOT be forgiving you. ever.

-she’s still pissed at the old guy who stepped on her toes by accident two years ago. and the waiter who tripped and dropped the tray on her eight months ago. or the questionable comment hisoka made last week.

-talks about getting vengeance on those she holds grudges against but can’t even remember who they are or what they did

“i swear i will find them, wherever they are, so they will get what’s coming to them.”

“that’s nice and all, but WHO are they and what did they do?”

“….. it’ll come to me soon hold on..”

-feels incomplete without holding a grudge against someone

franklin

-his big ass does NOT look where he’s walking and will bump into anything and anyone

-don’t expect him to apologise tho

-“apologise? maybe you should watch where you’re going.”

-don’t even try to fight him on this

-doesn’t see it as his duty to move out the way, but the duty of those around him

-the absolute NERVE

-the only reason why no one confronts him about it is because he’s tall and big as hell

-don’t die for getting bumped into

bonolenov

-one thing about him is that when he’s mad, he’ll give people the SILENT treatment

-heavy on silent

-could go for centuries if he wanted to

-and trust he’s a pro at keeping it up

-he doesn’t gaf if you’re in danger, he’ll keep on giving you the cold shoulder

-he won’t stop because he feels bad, but because he just can’t be bothered to keep ignoring you

-he will randomly just start talking to you again one day and will act confused if you question why he’s taking to you again after so long

-he won’t apologise for it tho 💯

kortopi

-his minuscule ass is always stepping on everyone’s trotters

-honestly sometimes he does it out of spite and will give look at you like 👁️ if you confront him

-there’s not much to say about him except he will sometimes accidentally sometimes not step on your feet

i fear i’m missing more members but irdgaf rn so enjoy !!!!! also these are fun to write to pls pls pls give me suggestions xoxoxo

[charmedreincarnation]

I’m kind of in a similar situation to your college indecisiveness post bc I want to shift but never have the time cuz all this studying. I’m really hating life rn. I’ve tried shifting a few times and managed to detach my awareness from this reality for a few minutes at a time, so i know what works for me, but I never have time to do it. I feel kind of drained that I could be achieving so much but I’m stuck not even having the time cuz I’m not smart enough to get done with all this HW fast enough

TLDR how do I be cool like you and too smart for school to be a big concern? Do I just say f**k it and do a shifting attempt when I’m supposed to be studying?

This was such a sweet ask 😭😭💖 I'm overwhelmed by the sweetness of your words, and I assure you, I'm far from being as cool as you think. In fact, I found myself facing the very same dilemma in the past! Now, I'm not sure if you're looking for some wisdom from Loa or valuable studying tips, so ill share a little bit of both? Also college-related questions/asks have been pouring in lately, so I've decided to address them all right here. I should probably just make it a post but I’ll use this ask as a reference.

Pre law perspective:

So my senior year, was when I really started my journey. It was during this time that I learned about shifting and manifesting (kind of law of attraction) so I naturally attempted everyday and had my focus to that. However, I basically spiraled into burnout and indifference towards school. Tbh It's still a mystery to me how I managed to do fine in school when I basically stopped attending classes mentally and barely did my work.

I've always had ADHD, anxiety, and procrastination issues throughout my high school years, But senior year took it to a whole new level. The boredom and disconnection from my studies were unbearable. I went through the motions, completing my homework, but for classes I didn't enjoy, I mindlessly attended without caring or understanding the material. It was a year filled with academic mediocrity, and certain subjects like AP Calculus and AP Biology, which I didn't even need for my future plans, were absolute torture.

And at the time I didn’t even fully understand what shifting was, But I clung to the notion that school no longer mattered in the grand scheme of things. Looking back, I realize it was a detrimental mentality to have for my well being. If there's one piece of advice I can offer, it's this - find a balance. Avoid burning yourself out completely, but don't neglect your mental well-being either. You are still here, whether you're shifting or not, whether you’re god or not, and whether you're actively manifesting or not. Diving deeper into a negative mental well will not benefit you in any way. Trust me, I learned this the hard way.

As my burnout intensified, I reached a point where I no longer wanted to be alive in this boring ass reality. It became so severe that I almost didn't apply to college. My entire focus was consumed by shifting, and I simply didn't care about anything else. It was my friends who came to my rescue, pushing me to apply and offering unwavering support. Without their guidance and nurturing, I honestly don't know where I would be today.

Eventually, I grew tired of being tired. I began diving into my subliminal journey, creating playlists that combined affirmations for school,success, and luck. I learned the importance of dividing my time wisely. During the second semester, I continued this approach, focusing on school-related practices during the day and dedicating my evenings to shifting attempts.

Affirmations and scripting became the root of my routine too. Miraculously, my grades improved, even when I skipped classes for an entire month or neglected to read the lectures.

I was able to graduate high school with honors, which in itself proves that success or whatever isn’t even just about being naturally "good at school." I worked smarter, not harder and knowing about manifesting really helped with that!

So I really advice you to find a balance in your journey. Don't pour all your energy into just school or just manifesting. Embrace the plethora of easy methods available - scripting, subliminals, binaural beats - and integrate them into your study routine. Make it work in your favor. Treat shifting like a cherished hobby, something that complements your academic pursuits rather than overshadowing them.

Also, set realistic standards for yourself. In high school, I used to obsess over achieving straight A's, disregarding any grade below perfection. Looking back, I realize how misplaced my priorities were. As long as you maintain a mix of A's, B's, and even a few C's, you'll be absolutely fine. Set a goal of achieving a GPA of 3.0 or whatever scale your institution uses, and celebrate every success along the way.

Loa perspective

Ok, now let's talk about the power of the Law of Assumption!

Now that I'm in a place where I give only about 20% of my time and effort to school and still do very well, I can help and reflect on my journey properly. Back in high school, like said I struggled with anxiety and ADHD, and I thought these challenges would hold me back.

Test-taking, deadlines, remembering information it all seemed overwhelming. But you know what helped me? Subliminals.

Listening to subliminals for intelligence and confidence made a significant difference in my life. They boosted my abilities and gave me the belief that I could excel academically. And that belief was everything.

As you probably know the Law of Assumption states that whatever we expect and assume to be true will become our reality. So, I decided to apply this principle to my studies. I assumed that I was capable of achieving great grades with ease. I assumed that school life would be manageable, and I would continuously improve my skills throughout the semester. I always visualized seeing As, revised my past grades, teacher giving me the grade I know I deserve no matter what.

And guess what? It worked! My mindset shifted towards greater productivity, and I started using my time more efficiently. As a result, my grades improved, and I had more time to focus on the things I genuinely enjoyed. It was a game-changer, and it accounted for about 70% of my success. Just imagine that - simply switching my mindset and accepting the positive results from my previous subliminal experiences.

I understand that college can be more stressful and demanding than high school. But it's still the same principle at play. You don't have to drastically change your study habits if you don't want to. Instead, use general resources during the day to aid your studying. And while you're at it, listen to subliminals that align with your goals. Instead of imagining and affirming to yourself that you're a failure and worrying about all the things that could go wrong, shift your focus. Imagine the grade you want, affirm and visualize that no matter what happens on your test, you'll still pass the class with flying colors. Remember, it's just one test, one assignment, and there are so many more opportunities ahead.

General school tips

* Stop checking your grades every day. Seriously, it's only stressing you out. Grades can fluctuate randomly, especially in college (and honestly, even in high school). Instead of obsessing over the numbers, focus on staying on top of your assignments. Keep up with your work, put in your best effort, and trust that alone will reflect in your grades.

* Say no to all-nighters. Trust me, reading the same material for 12 hours straight won't magically make you understand it. If something isn't clicking, it's probably an internal issue. There's no need to spend an entire night alone trying to grasp a single concept. Look for alternative resources like recap lessons on YouTube or seek help from a tutor or classmate. Remember, it's okay to acknowledge what doesn't come naturally to you and instead focus on your strengths.

* Realistically, doing your homework and attending class means you're probably not failing. Even if you're not getting the grade you want, it doesn't mean you're headed for failure. Those big tests that carry a significant weight in your grade may impact your GPA, but they don't define the trajectory of your life. Take a moment to reflect on all the times you thought a single grade would ruin everything, yet here you are, still alive and thriving. You've been through challenges before, and you're stronger than you think. Breathe, remind yourself that you're not alone in these thoughts and stresses, and keep pushing forward.

* Make friends and join class group chats. Trust me, these connections are gold. Joining group chats on platforms like GroupMe or Snapchat allows you to ask questions, collaborate on study guides, and realize that you're not alone in this journey. Even if they're not your closest friends, having a support system within your classes can make all the difference.

* Use EFT tapping for anxiety, especially before tests. Emotional Freedom Technique (EFT) tapping is not only useful for Law purposes, but it can also work wonders for managing anxiety. Check out my pinned guide on how to use EFT tapping. It has personally helped me immensely, and I hope it does the same for you.

* Work smarter, not harder. The truth is, those who seem to breeze through school while partying every night still manage to graduate and pass just like everyone else. The key is finding shortcuts, utilizing the vast resources available on the internet, and working smarter, not harder. Embrace technology, explore online study tools, and leverage the power of the internet as your greatest friend in this journey.

Here are some free recourses:

Math and Science

1. MathMagic Lite: This app lets you write any mathematical expressions and various scientific symbols easily

2. Equatio: A powerful equation editor that makes it easy to create digital, accessible maths

3. Microsoft Mathematics: Can be used to write mathematical expressions, solve equations, and plot graphs

4. Desmos Scientific Calculator & Graphing Calculator: Utility apps for students and teachers for calculations and graph plotting

5. WolframAlpha: A computational search engine that can solve a wide variety of problems, especially useful for math and science

Article/Video Summarization

6. Smmry: A website that summarizes articles for you

7. TLDR This: A browser extension for quick article summarization

8. Inshorts: An app providing news in 60 words or less

9. Listenable: Converts articles into short audio files

Note-Taking

10. Evernote: A note-taking app where you can jot down thoughts, save things you find online, and even scan physical documents with your phone's camera

11. Microsoft OneNote: Allows for free-form information gathering and multi-user collaboration

12. Notion: An all-in-one workspace where you can write, plan, collaborate, and get organized

Concept Explanation

13. Khan Academy: Offers practice exercises, instructional videos, and a personalized learning dashboard that empower learners to study at their own pace in and outside of the classroom

14. Coursera: Provides universal access to the world’s best education, partnering with top universities and organizations to offer courses online

15. Complexly: A YouTube channel that produces a variety of educational content, including the series Crash Course which covers many different subjects in depth

16. citation machine: you never have to make source citations by yourself. This gives your both in test and citations for your essays and research.

Lastly I’m gonna put all the free resources most colleges offer for free!

Academic Resources

* Online Study Platforms: Websites such as Khan Academy, Coursera, and edX offer free or low-cost courses on a variety of subjects that can supplement your coursework.

* Academic Advising Centers: Most colleges have an academic advising center where students can get guidance on course selection, degree requirements, and academic planning.

* Writing Centers: Writing centers provide assistance with writing assignments, including proofreading, editing, and helping with citations.

* Library Research Databases: Your college library likely subscribes to a number of research databases (like JSTOR, EBSCO, and ProQuest) that can provide access to academic journals, books, and other resources.

2. Career Resources

* Career Centers: These centers offer career counseling, resume reviews, interview preparation, and job search assistance.

* Internship and Co-op Programs: Many colleges have programs that help students find internships or co-op positions in their field of interest.

* LinkedIn Learning: This platform offers courses on a variety of career-related topics, including networking, resume writing, and job interviewing.

3. Mental Health and Wellness Resources

* Counseling Centers: Most colleges offer free or low-cost mental health services to students, including individual therapy, group sessions, and workshops.

* Fitness Centers: Regular exercise is important for both physical and mental health. Most colleges have fitness centers that offer a variety of workout options.

* Mindfulness and Meditation Apps: Apps like Headspace and Calm offer guided meditations that can help reduce stress and improve mental health.

4. Financial Aid Resources

* Financial Aid Office: Your college's financial aid office can provide information on scholarships, grants, work-study opportunities, and student loans.

* FAFSA: The Free Application for Federal Student Aid (FAFSA) is the key to accessing federal financial aid, including grants, work-https://www.tumblr.com/charmedreincarnation/712878654521262080/everything-eft-tapping?source=share funds, and loans.

* Scholarship Search Engines: Websites like Fastweb and Scholarships.com can help you find scholarships that you may be eligible for.

Other questions I got

Q: How did you manifest graduating early?

A: Graduating early was always a desire deep within me. I didn't realize it was on track to manifest until I had a meeting with my advisor. Interestingly, when I found out it was happening, I wasn't as ecstatic as I thought I would be. It made me realize that desires can change as we grow and evolve. So, if something you once desired doesn't bring you the same joy anymore, it's perfectly okay. Life is all about evolving and embracing new desires.

Q: What affirmations do you use?

A: Since I had a multitude of desires in various aspects of my life, I found it tiring to have a separate affirmation for each one. So, I opted for general affirmations that encompassed all areas of my life. For example, I would affirm statements like "I am the luckiest person alive," "Everything works out my way," and "I always get my desires." These affirmations can be applied to all aspects of life, including school. The key is to find affirmations that resonate with you and create a positive mindset.

Q: How do you manage the law/shifting and school?

A: As I mentioned earlier, integration is the key! You don't have to view manifestation or shifting as something separate from your school life. Instead, incorporate these practices seamlessly into your daily routine. The goal is to make it a part of your lifestyle without feeling like it's an extra burden or sacrifice. For example, if a certain method, like wbtb lucid dreaming, is disrupting your sleep schedule, consider switching to other methods like subliminals or reality checks. You can still set intentions before going to bed, which will be effective without compromising your sleep. Find what works best for you and strike a balance between school, manifestation, and your mental health

Q: What to do if affirmations don’t work:

A:maybe you don’t think with words. I’m more of a visual person and will always believe and like images more than words. I would just imagine my grades always being an A. No matter what, no matter if I failed a test or forgot to submit a homework even if I failed everything I still got an A! If you don’t like to visualize then change your wording to how you naturally speak. Maybe you don’t even like affirmations, it’s really different for everyone.

Q:I don’t want to go to this college but I still have to apply, is that affecting living in the end:

A: nope I don’t think taking action or not taking action affects anything If you’re living in the end. Just because you apply doesn’t mean you’ll get in simply because you took the action. Do what you have to do it doesn’t matter if you’re living your 3D life but know imagination is your true reality. If you’re a billionaire and sleep in a homeless shelter that doesn’t take away from the fact you’re a billionaire. Who knows why you’re at a homeless shelter and who knows why you’re applying for college. It doesn’t dictate anything.

Q:I needed to get into the void before college but now I’m here without my dream life and I hate it. What do I do:

A: well it’s happened so take a deep breath. You can still master the void, in fact you already have you’re just being silly and want a funny humbling story. There is no better time than now to be delulu. When you’re trying to escape something and it passes accept it and make it your bitch tbh. honestly keeping busy definitely helped me in my journey anyways, but I did provide tips above so you have free time because you shouldn’t just be immersed in school. For example when I was poor, it was because I needed a humbling back story because no one likes people born into wealth. I’m assuming you still want to be in college, and yea, it’s just cool to have started from the bottom before you become that It girl. That’s your choice and your truth but now you’re done with being humble so go tap into the void.

Q: what’s your perspective on manifesting a perfect life. like nothing bad ever happens but also having a good life with just minor challenges (nothing too big) and I don’t wanna normalize suffering bc who wants to suffer?

A: ok this had a school ask but that was just the gist of it. anyways not that my opinion matters first and foremost. But I think that’s great. Who wants to suffer… exactly. You know I like being human, but I did not like my human experience before Loa. I do like challenges, I like growth, I like not being perfect, and I like being happy and getting what I want too! you can still have all those human aspects and manifest everything you desire. Mary Sues do don’t exist because humanity exists. Don’t worry about it. Your life won’t feel stagnant or unreal or something, I promise

Ok sorry this came out longer than I expected but I had a lot to say. I hope that answers all the asks I’ve been getting ! You all got this, college, your manifesting journey, your anxiety, all of it. All of your dreams & desires are within your reach (right in front of you !!!) so go for it and still live your best life <3!

[saylor-twift]

“Don’t tell me you’re one of those people…”

genshin characters i feel would be swifties!!

if you think i’m wrong, i do not care. 🩷

warnings: none (idk how this tag stuff works)

#1: Navia (obviously)

• One of my favorite parts of Fontaine’s release is how everyone went nuts when she came out especially on tiktok bc she gives such Taylor vibes. Navia Swift fr.

• The type of girlie who stays up till midnight whenever a new album is released so she can listen the second it comes out

• She def gives fearless and 1989 vibes, i firmly believe they are her favorite

• Her favorite songs are Style and You Belong With Me. You cannot tell me she doesn’t freak tf out whenever they play on the radio.

• She would absolutely have a taylor baking playlist for while she makes her signature macarons

#2: Nilou

• Listen to me when I say all dancers are inherently swifties (i’m joking plz calm down)

• As a former competitive dancer:

taylor swift across the floor is >>>

• She absolutely loves dancing to taylor!!

• I feel like she’s be a speak now and 1989 girlie. also definitely appreciates midnights! (i might only feel this way because she was released roughly the same time as midnights was and i just associate two and two together?? anyways..)

• If they went, I just know her and Navia would have the most gorgeous fits for the eras tour

• the type of girl to stay in the studio after rehearsal is over, just practicing and dancing for fun. she loves to improv and make combos, especially to taylor. (imagine her dancing to epiphany??? like?? absolutely stunning)

#3: Xingqiu

• just stay with me now- i don’t feel like he listens to her a ton, but since he’s such a little bookworm i feel like he loves her songs and lyrics with deeper meaning to them

• 100% a folklore/evermore/tortured poets kinda guy

• he’s the type of person who hyper analyzes the lyrics and deciphers all of the hidden meanings.

• he is no singer, but he has definitely tried his hand at writing taylor-esque lyrics in his free time.

• HUUUUGE fan of the folklore teenage love triangle

• #1 john mayer hater

• also definitely stans any songs that make fun of her exes

#4: Barbara

• now i would just be crazy if i didn’t put her here

• taylor was definitely one of her big inspirations for starting to sing

• makes covers of her favorite songs and likes to perform them along with her own originals

• i feel like she’d really be a fan of taylor’s older albums, specifically fearless and red (her fav song is 100% all too well 10 minute version)

• imagine jean and barbara sister bonding time while they do each others hair and listen to their favorite songs together! ughhhh so cute

• i also feel like jean is a taylor appreciator, but doesn’t talk about it much because she feels as the acting grand master she doesn’t really have the time for things like that

#5: Ayaka

• Similar to Xingqiu, I don’t feel like she’s an avid listener, but we know that Ayaka also enjoys poetry so i feel like she would really enjoy taylor’s lyricism

• loves songs like the archer and this is me trying (probably doesn’t tell anyone because sweetie is embarrassed, but i think she really likes some of the songs that are a little more sultry or flirtatious like dress and false god)

• after a long day of wearing her mask and presenting herself as inazuma’s noble lady like everyone expects, she loves to just relax in her room and listen to her faves :)

• yk those tiktok’s that are like: you’re pretty, pretty like (insert song)? she gives me that vibe but wildest dreams

Bonus: Itto

hard to say if he’s actually a swiftie or not, but i just think it’s funny because he reminds me of those videos of post malone dancing on stage with guilty as sin? in the background and he would totally do that 💀 i have a whole collection saved they are so funny to me

[sleepyspudbrainrot]

Carry You Home (Pt. 3)

Roman Reigns x Lale (OC) | 18+, NSFW, eventual smut, fluff | 2281 words

Pt. 3 of that fluff piece... hopefully y'all enjoy this part as much as the other two.

This is based off of the August 11, 2023 Episode of Smackdown (I absolutely had to go back and watch it recently in order to get my brain back together.)

And let me not forget to tag ... @southerngirl41 & @tshepisho❤️️

“Deuces Uces!”

Lale’s hands clasped over her mouth, her shock not nearly as audible as the rest of the stadium that surrounded her.  A sea of signs that had once blocked out the led screens that encircled the stadium, were now crumpled at the feet of the frantic crowd.  Some frantic to reach their hands out to the departing Uso, other’s looking between themselves and the dazed form of Roman Reigns in the ring below.  Lale couldn’t figure out where to look.  At Jey Uso, a friend to her and cousin to Roman, or to the fallen man in the ring.  

The vibrating of her phone was nearly not enough to bring her out of her daze.  Even now, she still held one hand clasped over parted lips, her other hand thumbing open the screen.  A text scrolled across her screen from Kayla Braxton, the main backstage correspondent for Smackdown and one of her closest friends.  An invitation backstage, to get a feel for the chaos seemed to be spreading through the Scotiabank Saddledome.  It was almost as if someone else had control of her limbs.  She’d grabbed Cathy Kelley’s hand at some point, mumbling something about backstage.  Thankfully she didn’t seem to question it.

By the time they made it backstage, Kayla was nowhere to be found.  In her place stood the three people she’d least expected to find lingering in Gorilla.  Joe, Paul, and last but not least Sefa.  “I can’t believe those two.  This is what they’ve been hiding from us all week?”  The trio were deep in conversation, clearly just as thrown by the events that had unfolded in the stadium as the rest of the crowd was.  Lale hung back, fingers brushing the black curtains that marked the hallway that led out to the main stadium.  

“You’re not going to go say hi?”

Lale blinked over at Cathy, who stood beside her with a knowing grin.  “Kayla didn’t summon me back here to meet up with her did she…”  Cathy shrugged, not giving any indication one way or the other, which was an answer in and of itself.  “He looks busy… I don’t want to get in the middle of all - -” She gestured vaguely at the trio, who were now turned to look at her.  Joe’s face had quickly shifted from the storm of frustration, to something that could’ve been easily misconstrued as… amusement? Nope there was no misconstruing that. He was amused.

“Never knew you to be the type to crash backstage ma.”  

Lale rolled her eyes.  “I normally don’t unless invited and since you clearly weren’t about to, Kayla did.” She sighed softly, running a hand through her tousled hair.  “Thanks for the tickets by the way, you really didn’t need to send those.  I was half expecting another car to sweep me away for another private dinner.”  Cathy’s eyes widened beside her.  “Or was that supposed to be our secret?”

“Looks like you got your bite back… I’m surprised after tonight.  Thought your jaw would never come up off the floor after what Jey pulled…”

Lale blinked up at Joe, seeing a flash of the earlier frustration cloud his features.  “So I take it creative didn’t exactly - -” Sefa was quick to cut her off.  “They fuckin’ didn’t tell us anything.  All these last minute changes, it’d be nice to know about some of them so we’re not having to improv as much.”  Paul didn’t say much, but Joe’s features shifted.  “It makes for a better story, you and I both know that.  It wouldn’t make sense for the betrayal to have come from such… superficial reasons.  No one ever does anything just for the tribal chief.”

There it was, that flash of Roman Reigns who’d been out there on that stage.  The persona that filled rooms and turned the normally eloquent and put together Paul Heyman into a quivering mess.  “I’ll have to have a talk with creative.  I understand not telling you guys, so that the reactions are genuine but not telling me?” Paul clicked his tongue.  “Anyway, since it seems you guys have plans and I do not want to be the one to keep you from them.  So I’ll see you guys tomorrow? Hopefully I’ll have better news.”

Paul’s departure left a gap in the conversation, one that Sefa struggled to fill.  Thankfully Cathy seemed to pick up on that and offered to walk with him back towards the lockers in the hopes that she could track down Kayla.  Which then left Lale all alone with Joe.  While she’d been big talk when Cathy was beside her, something about not having back up had left her feeling vulnerable.  She’d been joking about the private dinners.  Joe and she hadn’t been truly alone in months.  They’d been texting consistently, the older man sending her food on days he knew were rough, but outside of that, their interactions had been limited to just that.

“So what was that about a private dinner?”

Lale settled into the plush leather of the Escalade beside Joe, a comfortable silence filling the luxurious blacked out vehicle that he’d summoned to take them away from the Scotiabank Saddledome and towards their destination for the night.  Somehow, even with last minute notice Joe had managed to get them a table at an upscale italian place downtown.  She’d had to resist the urge to check the menu, and honestly see what the actual hours were because she had a feeling that he’d called in a favor or two.

“Am I over or under dressed?”

Joe had been lost to his thoughts, blinking slowly at the woman beside him inquisitively.  “What?”

“Am I over or under dressed for where we’re going?”  Lale would’ve normally been annoyed at having to repeat herself, however given what had just went down at the stadium.  Regardless of the reality. She could almost sense the moments playing out in his head and knew he deserved a little bit of grace.

“You look perfect.  It’s after hours, so I can guarantee that they’re not going to give a fuck about a dress code.”

It was something that she herself should’ve realized.  The man beside her was clad in a pair of gym shorts and a tshirt that clung to his well defined muscles.  Compared to her crop top and jean shorts, they were about evenly match in terms of potentially violating a dress code.  Silence fell between them once more.  The smooth ride of the Escalade allowing to watch the world outside of them with very little interruption.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Lale was surprised to see a few cars sprinkled throughout the parking lot.  Joe seemed to sense her confusion, resting a casual hand on her back as they made their way inside.  “Couple of friends were already planning on joining us ma, nothing to worry about.  We’ll still have our privacy.”  A sly wink as he held the door open for her, her eyes wandering across the elegantly decorated space.  Tables with plenty of room between them, alcoves that seemed to hold a table for two, then others with tables that seemed to be able to accommodate a whole party. The floors beneath her feet were a deep mahogany, the walls adorned with very little to allow emphasis on the wall to wall floor to ceiling windows.  The same windows that allowed for a gorgeous view of the city as well as the stars that flickered in the night sky.

“Too much?”

Lale could only hope that her mouth hadn’t been hanging open for too long.  “It’s stunning Joe… and I absolutely feel under dressed.”  Too much skin exposed, not enough elegance, and yet somehow they weren’t looked at any differently than the few patrons who remained in suits and dresses.  

“Order anything you’d like, my treat.”

He’d been treating her so often lately and yet she still felt like she was taking advantage of his kindness.  Perhaps it was payment for all the times he’d teased her and given her a hard time.  Even tho… did he really owe her for any of that?  She sighed softly, settling into the chair across from Joe, smoothing the napkin on her lap.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about mama? I know that look.  You tend to get that look any time an interview doesn’t go your way.”

There it was, the jabs she’d been expecting.  Somehow that actually brought a sense of comfort, to a night that had absolutely thrown her for a loop.  “Trying to figure out what all this means?” It was out of her mouth before she could stop herself.  “Between Kayla texting me and meeting up with you instead.  This private dinner, when they’d really been limited to texting ever since that night a couple of months ago…

“You’re wondering why tonight.  Why after all the drama, why I’m not out with the boys, or giving the twins an earful.  And I’m instead out here with you, wining and dining you in a way that doesn’t quite line up with anything we’ve been doing.  Sound about right?”

“Please remove yourself from my brain, thanks.”

The laugh that escaped Joe shook his shoulders, his head shaking along with it and his hair falling into his face from where it had fallen from his hair tie.  “Have you ever considered that your thoughts are practically broadcast on your face ma? Or at the very least… I know what the texts and the food deliveries and everything else have felt like the last two months?  Friendly support and this…”  He gestured to the intimate setting, the alcove that protected them from prying eyes while still leaving them a perfect view of the floor to ceiling windows. “This is more.  Though I would’ve thought we crossed that more threshold that first night.  But again, that’s just me.”

His teasing wink sent color spreading across her cheeks.  “I honestly… I don’t know how to count that night.  It was appreciated and… unexpected… considering how much trouble you’d given me in the past.  I… thank you Joe.”  She realized as the words left her mouth, that this was the first time she’d properly thanked him for the emotional support he’d provided.  From saving her from herself that night.

“So this is something that’s been in the works for a while hasn’t it.”

Joe raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching upwards in what Lale could only assume was a smirk.  “Certainly cutting to the chase aren’t you.  Yes I’ve thought about this for a while, no it’s not exactly been in the works.  I didn’t want to put pressure on you with everything else that’s going on in your life.” He reached across the table to rest his hand on hers.  “But tonight wasn’t exactly in the cards.  I was just so frustrated with creative not sharing these last minute changes, with the improv that Sefa brought to the table… that seeing you…”  He shrugged, shifting in his chair, his gaze moving away from hers.  “Seeing you was exactly what I needed.  And I owe Kayla big time for getting you back there.”

Her suspicions confirmed, Lale released a breath she hadn’t intended on holding. “I think… I also owe her big time for this.”  She turned her hand under his, her fingers curling around his.  It was a gesture that Joe returned with a soft squeeze, his expression softening as they held on to one another across the table.  

A few hours later, the pair stumbled out of the restaurant.  Joe’s arm comfortably around Lale’s shoulder, her hand resting against his chest as they headed back towards the waiting Escalade.  The dinner had flown by with conversation, laughter, and at least a bottle and a half of wine between them.  Lale was lost in the warmth and presence of the man beside her and, if she was being honest with herself, didn’t want this night to end.

The car sat idling beside them and both were hesitant to open the door.  To start the journey back to their hotel that would signify the end to their night.  Joe was looking down at her now, large calloused palm brushing hair out of her face, grazing her cheek on it’s way by.  “Lale…” He leaned in close, strong arms framing her against the vehicle.  “Joe?” She looked up at him through her eyelashes, tongue wetting her lip, letting her hands rest comfortably against his chest.  

“Can I?”

She knew exactly what he was asking and nodded.  His lips descended upon hers.  A gentle gesture given the size of the man, as well as the character he played for the masses.  Her eyes drifted closed, arms wrapping around his shoulders.  His arms moved from the car, one arm wrapping around her waist, the other reaching up to cup her jaw and deepen the kiss.  Her lips parted eagerly, his tongue sliding between to claim hers.  Fireworks went off from somewhere. Or if she’d been paying attention, the light of a camera flash. Either way, she was too lost in the moment for any of it to matter.

He pulled away after a moment, resting his forehead against hers, his chest heaving.  “Come back to my room with me?”  

Lale was not quite that tipsy.  She looked up at him once more, an eyebrow raised as she met his gaze.  

“Okay, not like that… like that first night yeah? Just… this time don’t go hiding in the shower first?”

Lale snorted, teeth worrying at her bottom lip as she considered.  “Alright, as long as you’re good with stopping by my room first.  I would like to actually shower this time… deal?”

“Deal.”

[cokoweee]

okay, I've been following your account and loving your art since the Mikey vape comic days-- probably about a year or so now? and. holy shit. your art improvement has been absolutely INSANE.

can I ask if there was anything specific you did to improve so much and so quickly? was it, like, a quantity thing-- just drawing a TON very rapidly, doing lots of little sketches, going insane over an au and knocking out like thirty comic panels in a few days, etc etc-- or a quality thing, like doing a lot of specific studies in anatomy and environment or genuinely practicing at some particular skill? I feel like I've been very stuck in terms of improving my art lately, and I'm trying to figure out the best way to get myself out of the rut. Just curious to know how it's worked out for you!

if you have any specific advice for how to improve in making comics, that would be super helpful too. i feel like you're very good at posing/rough anatomy (as in, you draw forms from a lot of different angles and with very slight variations that really sell the poses for me), and that's something I would LOVE to get better at. also, the way you draw environments!! i've never been good at background or situating characters in a particular frame, but it always looks so natural whenever I'm reading your comics-- the layouts make sense, they're never under or over detailed, they feel appropriately cluttered or clean, etc etc. Any advice for something like that? or, more relevantly, any recommendations on how to get better at something like that?

thanks! love your work <33

I’m still not here

Uhhh I didn’t do anything real fancy? I looked at a lot of homies art along with actually using references for bodies to understand them better. Not entirely sure what I did other than I draw a LOT

I spend any minute I have at work and home pretty much drawing. It’s actually a lil unhealthy with how much I do. I ignore what my body wants/needs 90% of the time

Uhmmm read some comics. Use references? Oh I stopped using a pencil so much which somehow works?

I know you u want like an actual answer but I’m pretty terrible at that. Best I got is just expand ur noggin on stuff. Use references, read different kind of comics and get a feel of them. Chomp out the things you like. Be goofy with what u doodle even if it don’t look right.

Don’t try to make a masterpiece every time. It’s okay to be a lil sloppy

[plantoyoon]

Proud

Pairing: Yoongi x reader Genre: fluff, coworkers au, short story

This small word carries so much weight in your core. You run around, deal with stuff, try your best, and do your best, only to be met with more expectations. Back to stage one... But with him, you don’t fear the pressure. He looks at you as if you’re solving world problems, as if every step you take is something extraordinary. You know him as being inexpressive, not very involved in social activities, which makes it even more precious.

One day, you feel so out of place and anxious that you just stare into the distance outside. He comes next to you, handing you a cup of hot tea, slightly brushing your fingers. He sighs, looking at the grey city in front of you.

“Seems like today is perfect for being in our thoughts, right?!” He says this with so much understanding that you instantly feel comforted by his words.

“You’re right, perfect for simmering in the soup of feelings with this weather,” you reply, giving a soft nudge on his shoulder.

Then you see some white spots, more and more falling... big snowflakes. “What? It's spring, how could it snow?!”

“I don’t know, but they look pretty,” he says, slightly turning to you.

You hide your blush at this cliché of a situation and recall, “You know, I was born in spring... and it snowed that day. It stopped a few minutes after I was born.”

“Really?!” You nod in agreement and see him place the cup on the window sash and leave the room. He comes back with your jackets.

“We should see them closer.” And again he is looking at you with that fondness you haven’t seen anywhere besides in his eyes.

Yoongi and you were friends for less than ten years. You met in college, always admired him for his drive, but that was all. He was also a bit arrogant and intense in his work. Until one day you found yourself in a team project with him and other friends of yours, because one of them had a small crush on him and you wanted to be a good wingman. That team stayed almost the same throughout your years of university until the last year, when all of you got separated into teams of two by your teacher. Working closely with him, you got to understand him better, talking about all sorts of nonsense besides your work. That was the moment you realized how soft-hearted he was, how caring and empathetic, despite his usual cold demeanor. You stayed friends after that, not talking much or seeing each other consistently. Until recently, when you started working in the same office.

“Alright, let’s go outside then.” You put on your jacket and open the door, feeling the coolness. Yoongi stands behind you, zipping his outerwear.

You take a walk around your office building, enjoying the snow and the silent comfort between you two. “You know what, this was nice, this really improved my mood. I was feeling so low and dissatisfied with myself today and this moment just reminded me not to get so lost in what I’m feeling or thinking.”

Yoongi looks at you, not saying anything, just making his usual purring sound, that low "mmm" that you absolutely adore. So, being silly and trying to avoid the tension you felt building up, you raise your hand for a high five. He responds by keeping your hand there and intertwining his long fingers with your smaller ones.

He closes the distance between you, pulling at the material of your jacket with his free hand. Looking into his dark eyes, filled with sparkles of emotion, you close yours, overwhelmed by your tingling body. You feel his soft lips on yours, a small peck, and he stays like this, feeling your soft lips for a moment before you start to move and kiss him back. And this was all he needed to know he could go further.

The kiss becomes more intense with every touch of your lips, creating a new story. Each spark sends shivers down your spine. The world around you fades, leaving only the closeness of your bodies and the warmth of your breaths.

Your lips move in a tender, yet quickly paced rhythm, exploring, tasting, and savoring each other.

But you need air, remember where you are, and start feeling more conscious about your surroundings. He pulls back, putting some distance between your faces but still holding you in his embrace. He looks at you so tenderly with a shy smile that you can’t do anything but blush and feel hot.

You give him another peck and look up at the sky. The snow has stopped.

[tgmsunmontue]

More than movie magic... 8/24

Hangster AU. Explicit (eventually). Jake is a Hollywood actor and Bradley is a stunt coordinator. Jake's about to make a few self-discoveries. So is Bradley.

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN

PART EIGHT

                He hadn’t recognized him.

                Until Jake had said his name and Bradley had looked at him properly, he’d not been paying attention, just seen another man dressed like every other cowhand, his attention focused on Machado and Bassett working with Rueben and Natasha. Except then he’d looked, and of course Jake looks comfortable on a horse, relaxed even, but he’d also looked tired. He’d felt a flare of concern, wondering whether Jake should be up and riding before reminding himself that Jake is by far the more experienced one in regards to his riding ability and he’d kept his mouth shut. Mostly. Except for the terrible sounding innuendo about Buttercup being a smooth ride. Which he hadn’t meant as an innuendo but it had sure as hell sounded like one to his ears after he’d said them out loud.

                Ah well.

                Too late to worry about it now and he can avoid Jake Seresin and maybe prevent making a further idiot of himself. He doesn’t know when Jake got in, because there hadn’t been any sign of life at his trailer last night. Not that he had been looking. He groans. Okay. He’s being an idiot. Just because his mind has decided to set up camp in the gutter and give every turn of phrase an absolutely filthy innuendo. Of course, watching Jake ride, his legs spread over the back of the horse, thigh muscles visible under the denim of his worn jeans makes him think of Jake straddling him and this is not an appropriate train of thought.

                Fuck.

                It’s going to be a long couple of months.

…            …            …

                He’d hoped, apparently in vain, that seeing Bradley be good at something that Jake was better at would hopefully dampen his fascination with the other man. Except as he watches Bradley ride, as he talks with the others about the planned falls. drags and jumps, his hands gently brushing the velvety soft noses of the horses as he talks to them, it’s the same as before. He had really thought that maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as last time.

                He continues riding around the arena, Blitzen clearly wanting to keep moving and he just lets her go, lets his body’s muscles memory take over, glad for it because his eyes are fixed on Bradley and his team, working with Javy and Callie so he can at least pretend he’s watching them all rather than focusing almost solely on Bradley Bradshaw. He hears his name being called and mentally shakes himself, shifting slightly and Blitzen follows the lead and he’s guessing his dad has been working with her for her to respond so easily.

                “Hi.”

                “Jake, hi. I’m Anna, one of the executive assistants. Jennifer sent me to check in on Javy and Callie’s progress. What do you think?”

                “They’re looking good, especially considering Javy hasn’t ridden a horse before a couple of months ago. Bradley and his team have obviously been working a lot with them.”

                “Yeah, you’re right, they’ve definitely been building up their skills. Javy and Callie are looking and feeling pretty good about riding now, huge improvement from a couple of months ago. What about you? You going to need more time in the saddle, as it were?”

                “Give me a couple of days, but I should be fine. I rode every day last time I was home, I’m not that out of practice,” he says, gesturing at Blitzen who snorts at the sound of her name.

                “Good to know. Look forward to seeing you in action. You let me know if there’s anything I can help you with.”

                And there it is, a definitely flirtatious line thrown out and he smiles tightly and shakes his head minutely, because even if he’s not got any immediate plans to act on his attraction to Bradley, he’s not going to enter into anything with anyone else. That just wouldn’t be fair.

…            …            …

                He finds himself watching him, eyes tracking him, and he becomes aware that he’s being watched right back. He’s not imagining it at all, even Natasha and Bob and Rueben have given him knowing looks and fuck working with friends who know you too well, because they’re all far too amused for his liking.

                He doesn’t sleep with people, not fast and dirty flings, not anymore. He’s grown out of that. Actually, now that he thinks about it, he doesn’t really recall Jake Seresin ever being known as a serial dater. He’s… either happily single or happily in a relationship, no being seen around with a different person from week to week. Huh. He hadn’t really thought of that when he’d been doing his little dive into his past. Of course, he’d been focusing on his past, not his current dating life, except it’s usually the gossip he hears without even trying. And yet he’s still heard nothing.

                It’s later, after lunch and he’s heading back into the stables, needs to get ready for an afternoon of working through the actual stunts with Natasha and Rueben while all the actors go and read through together, now that everyone is actually here, filming can start in earnest. The stables are almost empty, one cowhand sitting in the corner reading a book, hat tipped down over his face enough that Bradley can’t make out who it is. He knows one person has been tasked with brushing down the horses between the morning and afternoon riding so that the job is done properly, and he’s glad that the care of the animals is paramount. He’s taking Buttercup out again, having gotten used to riding her in the last couple of weeks.

                “Aren’t you a beautiful princess hmm? Still as gorgeous as the day you were born…”

                It’s a low Texan drawl and his skin prickles at the sound, which is ridiculous because over half the people around him in the last two weeks have got the same accent. Then he looks and Bradley trips over absolutely nothing as he realizes that it’s Jake. Jake with the low drawl. He hadn’t ever heard Jake with anything but a standard Californian accent. Hadn’t realized while talking to everyone around him here that Jake might have the same accent as them. None of the videos he watched actually had him talking, and all the films he’s been in have been the same sanitized Californian accent people seem to get from living in LA and needing to get speech coaches to make themselves as appealing as possible to the wider market. But Jake is of course Texan and he’s in his home state surrounded by people with the same accent… the movie is set in Texas and he knows Callie and Javy have been working with voice coaches to get their accents right, but Jake just needs to… revert to his roots.

                Bradley’s never had a thing for accents before. Not that he's noticed anyway. It’s going to be awkward if it becomes a thing for everyone who has a Texan accent. He’s already got a thing for Jake, piling another on top of that is like adding a cup of sand to a beach so he hopes like hell that it’s solely Jake’s accent that he finds appealing. Jake in general he’s already dealing with. Or not dealing with, depending on who he asks.

                “You okay there Bradley?” Freddie asks, and he’s looking up from his book and Bradley can recognize him now he can see a face and he nods.

                “Yeah, uh, just wasn’t paying attention.”

                Freddie just gives him a nod and goes back to his book. Bradley looks back to Buttercup to find Jake watching him and he realizes he’s not going to be able to avoid him, not on a movie set that they’re both working and living on. Okay then. Avoidance is out, so ignoring it as best he can, is in.

PART NINE

[imkylotrash]

Hi if your still taking requests please could u write a Hardin Scott x sick reader. Just really fluffy. I’ve been sick for the past week and it’s killing me lol.

Thanks <3

I know I received this request a while back, so I hope you're feeling better now! 💛

It is embarrassing just how many tissues you've filled with snot. Absolutely abominable. You're not entirely sure how a person can keep that amount of snot in their body. The fever is the worst though. You’re constantly removing your sweater because you’re too warm only to put it back on five minutes later, because you start shaking from the cold. In short, you’re miserable. And you wish Hardin was here to make you feel better, but he has an interview in Seattle for his book, and you’re not about to get him sick the day before. Instead, you settle for a phone call. 

“Hi, sweetheart.” 

“God, you sound rough. How are you doing?” Hardin laughs on the other end. 

“Not so good,” you reply, voice shaking. You’ve hardly spoken a word for the past few days as you hid in your apartment with nothing but rom-com movies to keep you company. 

“I wish you’d let me come over. I bet I could make you feel better in an instant.” It’s true. Cuddling with Hardin would definitely improve your mood if nothing else. But you don’t want him to get sick before his big day. His second novel is a big deal. It’s the book that can make or break his career as a writer. 

“You can stop by after your meeting,” you manage to propose right before a coughing fit takes over. 

“By the time I get back from meeting you’ll be asleep,” he sighs. You know it’s difficult for him to just leave you alone when you’re not feeling good, but you just can’t say yes even though you crave the feeling of his arms around you. 

“Then I’ll just see you tomorrow. Really, Hardin. I’ll be fine.” Begrudgingly, he agrees to stay away until after his meeting, so when you find yourself awaken from your nap on the couch by a knock on the door a few hours later, you’re very confused. You open the door to find Hardin with a face mask and gloves on. 

“I even brought hand sanitizer,” he says with mischievous eyes. Before you have time to protest, he’s slipped into the apartment. He heads right for the kitchen where he starts heating up some soup. 

“I’m guessing you haven’t fed yourself today.” You know better than to try and deny. 

“I haven’t really been hungry.” This time, he’s the one that keeps quiet as he stirs the soup. You know it bothers him to see you sick and not eating. 

“You really shouldn’t be here, Hardin.” 

“Please, I haven’t been sick for the past four years. I think I’ll survive. Besides, you look like shit. I’m not letting you stay here alone.” He’s nothing if not brutally honest. When you catch a glimpse of yourself in the reflection of the window, you have to admit that he’s right. You resemble a ghost. 

“Eat,” he commands, handing you a bowl of soup. Taking a whiff, you recognize it as pumpkin soup. 

“Very seasonal of you,” you joke as you eat the first spoonful. It’s hot, but pretty darn good.

“Eat. And then we’ll take a shower.” Fed and bathed, Hardin tucks you into a little burrito, wrapped in the duvet. You feel just about ready to fall asleep when you feel the weight shift on the bed. Looking to your side, you spot Hardin with a book. No face mask, no nothing. God, you’ve missed his face. Just as you’re about to protest, he gives you a look that tells you this isn’t up for discussion. To be honest, you just don’t have it in you to argue with him. It’s nice having him here. He makes you feel better. 

“You might as well cuddle me if you’re refusing to listen to sound advice,” you mumble as if you’re annoyed when really every fiber of you is screaming for him to just wrap his arms around you. He doesn’t even attempt to hide his grin as he places his book on the nightstand and lies down proper. 

“You’re a stubborn one, you know that?” Your silence makes him laugh. But you’re happy he’s here. You really needed him even if you were trying to pretend that you didn’t. 

“Thank you for coming over.” 

“I told you already, I’ll always be here.”

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A bonding trip, Part 1 (Mason Mount x Reader)

*I wrote this little enemies to lovers story for a friend who’s a big Mason fan and she has allowed me to share it with all of you now. I hope you like it as much as she did ❤️*

Part 2

Word count: 2956

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“We don’t want to let you go, but we have to. There isn’t that much money invested in the women’s team and this transfer will fund half a season. I’m so sorry”.

Hearing my coach's words, I feel like crying. Why is this happening to me? I don’t want to leave Arsenal. I love this team and always have. And I certainly don’t want to go to play for Chelsea.

But I also understand the team has to sell me. I just wish a miracle could happen to prevent this transfer.

“It’s ok. Thank you for everything. I’ll miss you all”, I tell him, genuinely meaning it.

“Well, we are still in the same city. Don’t be a stranger”.

                               **

“Turn to the left…perfect. Now one smiling”.

I have been doing press stuff for Chelsea for the last hour and I’m so done with it. But I still need to do more interviews and videos for social media. 

“Oh, look who it is!”, I hear someone say so I turn to see them. “The new superstar!”

Of course, it’s Mason Mount. God, I hate him. 

“Well, the team clearly needed one. It’s not as if you could fit in that category”.

“Always a pleasure to see you”, he says, flicking my nose and making me move back.

“What are you doing here? I’m busy”.

I then notice everyone has stopped working to look at our interaction. 

“You have to do a photoshoot together”, says one of the media people.

“Why? It’s my presentation”.

Why does he have to be part of everything I do?

Mason and I have been “enemies” for a while. Both of us have always been the poster boy/girl for our clubs and national teams, which means we’ve had to spend a lot of time together in events for brands and whatnot. 

And it was on our very first event together that I realized what a douche he was. He spent the whole time ignoring me and making the whole thing about himself. And to think I had a crush on him before that…my taste needed to improve and it thankfully did.

“It’s not for your presentation, silly”, he says, laughing at me. “It’s for a few campaigns and interviews that’ll come out in a couple of weeks”.

“Amazing”, I say, making the sarcasm very clear.

A few minutes later, I’m standing next to Mason posing for more photos. 

“Blue looks good on you”, he whispers, making me frown.

“Shut up!”

And he does, shaking his head.

                           **

“So, is it nice to come to a team where you already have friends? It must be hard leaving Arsenal after so many years”, asks the journalist.

If only you knew how hard it is.

“Yes, absolutely. Some of the girls have played with me for the national team and were making sure I felt welcomed from the minute I stepped foot in Cobham. It’s really nice of them. But it will take a while to get used to picking the blue shirt instead of the red one”, I try to joke. 

“And you have Mason too”, she says.

I look at Mason, who is staring at me with a big smile on his face. He’s loving this.

“Actually, he’s really annoying but thankfully I don’t play with him so I’ll be alright”.

The journalist thinks I’m joking and starts laughing. She’s joined by Mason, but I can tell how fake his laugh is. 

By the time we are done with the interview, I’m desperate to just leave. Today has been way too long. 

“Hey, wait”, I hear Mason say when I’m about to leave to get changed.

“What?”

“That, exactly that”.

“You make zero sense once again, Mount”.

“Why do you always have to be like this with me?”, he asks, as if he didn’t know. “You’re so nice to everyone but so rude to me. Even during an interview”.

“You were rude to me first”.

“Are you 5?”, he says, rolling his eyes.

Instead of answering, I just leave. It’s impossible to reason with someone like him.

                               **

“We are leaving on Monday at 8 am. Please be on time. The boys will hopefully be there by then so we can leave”, tells us Emma, after explaining the trip we’ll be doing alongside the men’s team.

“Why do we have to be on time but for them it’s hoping they are on time?”, I say. I don’t like double standards.

“Oh, they’ve actually been told we leave at 7. That’s why we’re hopeful they’ll be there by the real leaving time”.

Literal children. And…a bonding trip? Why do we behave like it’s summer camp? I just want to train.

“Stop frowning”, says Fran.

“Tell me you also find this trip ridiculous. And if it’s bonding we need to do, why are the men there?”

“I don’t know. It’s always done like this”, she shrugs. “Just don’t make it too obvious how much you hate Mount so you two aren’t paired together for literally every activity”.

“What?”

The look she gives me says it all. Of course, they’ve all noticed.

                              **

8.20 am on Monday and we’re all waiting for Mount and Havertz. What a surprise!

Well, actually Havertz being late is surprising. Aren’t Germans supposed to be very punctual? I guess it’s Mason’s bad influence.

“There they are”, I hear someone say and we all lift our eyes to see the car approaching. 

I just shake my head and roll my eyes. They are still taking their time leaving the car and approaching our bus.

“Hurry up, Mount!”, I tell him when he finally makes it to the bus.

“Good morning to you too, beautiful”.

“It’d be good if I didn’t have to spend it with you”.

The coaches are coming closer to us and I see Mason smiling at me as if he has just listened to the little demon on his shoulder.

“You want to sit with me on the plane? I don’t know. I usually sit with Kai but since we’re supposed to be bonding…”.

“What are you talking…”.

“Oh, that sounds brilliant”, says Potter. Should I tell him I’m a Slytherin?

“No, he’s joking”, I say with a fake laugh. “You know our Mounty. He’s a comedian. But he wants to sit with his bestie, of course. I’ll sit with one of the girls”.

“No no no”, says Mason, putting his arm around my shoulder and making me feel very uncomfortable. “I’ll do anything to make the new star of the team feel at home”.

Will they send me back to Arsenal if I punch him?

                                   **

“You are going to spend the whole camp fighting, aren’t you?”, asks Pernille when we’re on the bus. But she doesn’t look annoyed. She looks amused.

“I’ll ignore him and hope he ignores me too”.

“I think he likes you”, she says.

“Well, even if he did”, which he doesn’t, “...not interested”.

Thankfully, the conversation is interrupted by others players asking if we want to play Uno to kill some time. And so that’s what we do.

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Mason sitting next to Kai and looking at something on their iPad. They keep on laughing every couple of seconds. God knows what childish thing they are watching.

                                    **

“Emma, honestly. I rather sit with the girls”.

I’m trying really hard to avoid sitting with Mason for two whole hours, but nothing I say is convincing her.

“It’s a bonding trip. If someone needs to bond, it’s you two”.

I guess they all have really noticed what’s going on. Great.

“Hello, travel buddy”.

I close my eyes and sigh when I hear his voice.

“I want a coffee”, I say.

“No one is stopping you from having one”, answers Mason, confused.

“Get me a coffee. If you want to sit next to me, get me a coffee. And a toastie. And a muffin. And maybe a smoothie. Check if they have any with blueberries”.

“You’re serious”.

“I don’t joke when muffins are involved, Mount”, I say, giving him a 20-pound note. “Get yourself some sweeties too”.

I can see him staring at the money in his hand and then he just leaves and walks to the nearest Starbucks. I actually can’t believe he’s going to buy me food. I was just trying to make him uncomfortable so he would leave me alone.

“We’re going to board now. You coming?”

But I don’t know whether I should wait for Mason or not. I can’t believe I feel bad about leaving him behind. 

“Here you go, bestie”, he says, passing me the cup of coffee and putting a bag on the floor next to me.

“Thanks”.

And because I don’t really know how I’m feeling right now but I do know he’s making me uncomfortable again, I just take the bag and start eating. Even though I’m not really hungry.

After taking a couple of bites of my toastie, I hear a weird noise. What was that?

And then I hear it again.

“Mount? Is that your stomach?”

“Eh…yeah. I didn’t have breakfast today”.

“Why didn’t you get something for you when you were at the coffee place?”

“I don’t know”, he shrugs.

“Here”, I tell him, cutting the toastie in half and giving him the bit I didn’t bite on.

“You don’t have to. It’s your breakfast”.

“I’m not even that hungry”.

“Then why did you make me buy all of that for you?”, he asks.

“I don’t know”, I say, shrugging and copying his expression from before, which makes him smile.

He takes the toastie and devours it in no time. He really was hungry.

So when I take the muffin, I do the same.

"You don't…".

"Just take it", I say, eating my half of the muffin quickly so I can get my Kindle out and do some reading.

Mason eats the muffin just as fast as he ate the toastie and starts to look at what I'm doing.

"What kind of iPad is that?", he asks, moving closer so he can read what's on my screen.

"It's not an iPad, it's a Kindle. You know? To read books".

"I don't read".

"I'm not surprised by that fact", I say under my breath.

"Maybe you can read to me so I fall asleep. You have such a soothing voice".

That makes me choke on the coffee I'm trying to finish.

"I have a what?"

My voice can be described by many adjectives but I don't think soothing is one most people will use.

"Yes", he says, feigning seriousness. "I love it. But I'm still wondering when it's that I like it better. When you call me an asshole or when you order me around?"

I have to turn around so he doesn't see my smile.

"I never called you an asshole", I say.

"You said it with your eyes".

"Oh yeah? Were my eyes soothing too?"

"No, they are just beautiful".

This…I don't know how to do this. Whatever this is.

"Well, I'll use them to read now".

And the conversation is over.

                                   **

By the time we are about to land in Scotland, I've managed to make a lot of progress with my book. I love a good thriller.

And Mason…well, he did fall asleep. But didn't need me to read to him in order to do that. 

Every time I turned to look to the left, I saw his head getting closer to my shoulder. Until it found its destination. 

I couldn't help but look at him. He was definitely prettier when he was asleep. The less he talks, the better. 

"Sir, we are going to land", tells him a flight attendant and that finally wakes him up.

"Oh, yes. Sorry".

It's then he notices me.

"Sorry".

"It's ok. At least you didn't drool".

He laughs and keeps staring at me. I'm not usually a fan of people doing that. And it's especially weirder when Mason does it. The way he looks at people is so…intense.

"You need to fasten your seatbelt", I say and turn to busy myself putting everything back in my bag.

                                   **

When we reach the place we'll be staying at, I'm lost for words. It really is a camp.

"Is this a joke?", I ask, not being able to stop my shock.

"What? It's fun!", says Azpilicueta.

"I'm actually shocked that you primadonnas can stay in this type of place without throwing a tantrum. I love camping".

“You aren’t worried about Jason coming out of the woods to murder us all?”, laughs Fran.

“No, she’s got enough dealing with Mason. No need for a Jason”, jokes Kai, making everyone laugh.

Everyone but me. I just leave them there and go find my cabin. I’m tired and I want to get changed.

“Ignore them. They just love to always take the piss out of each other”, tells me Emma while she walks towards the cabin with me.

“Oh, I don’t care. I’ll just stay with the girls most of the time anyways, since Connor isn’t here”.

“Are you friends with him? I didn’t know”.

“I am. We actually met years ago and became quite close”.

I was actually hoping to be able to do a bit of catching up with him, but he’s nowhere to be seen.

“He’ll be here in a couple of days”.

“Really?”, I say, happy to know that. “I thought he was missing the whole camp because of his injury”.

“No, he’ll join you soon”.

                                 **

Once we leave our cabins, I feel the need to explore right away. But the team is allowing some free time for everyone to settle here and no one wants to come with me. So I go by myself.

I don’t dare go inside the woods, since I’m not familiar with this place yet but I go around it, enjoying the stunning views. Wifi doesn’t seem to work well here, or at all, but the camera doesn’t need any Internet to take photos. So that’s what I do. The place is truly breathtaking.

While I’m focusing on getting the right angle for a photo, I notice something moving. Was that an animal? They didn’t tell us about dangerous animals being around but one can never be too sure.

But then the animal gets closer and I see it’s a very dangerous one. One called Mason Mount.

“Are you following me?”, I ask.

“You think too highly of yourself. Why would I follow you?”

“To murder me?”

“It’s should be me who worries”, he says, sitting next to me. “I don’t hate you. You hate me”.

“I don’t…hate you”.

“You do a pretty good hating me impersonation then”.

I sigh and shake my head. He just doesn’t get it.

“Mason. I just don’t like people like you. When we first met you were so arrogant. Every question we both got was answered by you. You ignored me completely”.

“I did?”, and when he turns to look at him, he seems genuinely confused.

“You don’t remember that day?”

“No, I do remember that day. But I didn’t ignore you. I was…intimidated by you”.

“I was intimidated by you”, I say, annoyed at the misunderstanding that took place.

“Then we are both stupid”.

“Yes, but you are more stupid than me”.

I get up to look at one of the trees in front of us. The leaves are so beautiful.

“Do you want me to take a picture of you?”, asks Mason.

“What?”

“With the tree. I can take pretty good photos you know”.

“Sure”.

I give him my phone and go back to the tree.

“Smile”, he says, and I do. “Look at you smiling at me. Miracles in Scotland!”

                                   **

When we are walking back to the camp, I feel…strange. It’s nice to sort of have fixed things with Mason but it also confuses me. I’ve always felt conflicted by the mixed feelings I have whenever he is around. 

And even though our attitude has definitely changed, we still are paired together for every single activity, which doesn’t help.

We are taught how to shoot an arrow and I end up pretending I don’t already know how to do it. Mason, of course, thinks he already knows how to because he is Mason Mount and he knows how to do everything. But instead of being snarky, I let him think that. And I let him “teach” me because I guess it’s quite nice to have him so close to me.

When it rains, we are taken inside to do a painting class. And we have to paint a portrait of our partner. My one is actually pretty decent but Mason’s is…it’s a portrait. Of me? I’m not sure. The face he did doesn’t look particularly human but maybe he’s an abstract artist.

What I do know is that by the time I go back to my cabin, I have smudges of paint all over my chin from the times he touched it to move my face and get a better look at it. Judging by the final result, it wasn’t very helpful. But I also let him do it because I guess it was quite nice to feel his fingers caressing my face.

On day 2, we are finally going to the woods. I cannot wait!

Mason is my partner, again. And the girls won’t stop joking during breakfast about how friendly we looked yesterday. 

“Didn’t you want us to get on well? Well, I’m trying”.

“Yes”, says Fran, “you seem to be suffering a lot with the effort made”.

But I just ignore them and get ready for the day, making sure I have my camera with me. Today is going to be such a great day.

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Murder Drones Episode 8 Blind Reaction Part 2

Contains spoilers

Cyntessa’s “kay” feels like her version of “I love doing anything.” so cocky and up for anything, but that might just be her downfall.

Guys, the nightcore song is called “BiteMe!” Can this get any better?

It actually has some motifs similar to “Uzi the Drone Killer”, arguably one of the main music themes of the series, so yes, it can.

NOOO! Not Uzi stabbing N! It’s probably a trap or a trick, but still.

Bye J

I mean, yes, but no. Or like a number of blinks and winks

Not using N’s love of dogs against him. or more like the good memories they had before this whole thing

Guys pay attention! V is fighting the abomination alone!

I like the “Let them swallow you” lyric to represent the solver’s insatiable hunger

How you like it now Cyn?

Bit of a callback to the fact they are vampires, or vampire adjacent. The burning in the sun just felt like an appropriate ending for the abomination that’s been haunting everything

Is it over?

The solver has gotten eaten. And their reaction is priceless

But won’t that corrupt/take over Uzi now? or even kill her? that’d be a tragic way to go. Destroyed the monster but you destroyed yourself in the process.

Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, e-

Oh no, she’s dead!

Nvm, we’re good. but is it over? Truly?

We really needed more Thad, honestly. So much characterization gone to waste

Heh, like mother, like daughter.

You could say their hearts are connected. Hope there’s a proper reunion. Please. Please. PLEASE! They’re literally soulmates.

OMG girl, seriously, OC?

But in all seriousness, the battle scars for what she’s gone through is such a nice touch. Her half toned eyes are there to show what happened happened, and she came out alive

And we all know everyone is going to have at least one oc with this new canon trait

It really is a hero’s journey. It came full circle. Now she’s more assured of herself, has friends, and the colony is safe.

We stan a supportive Khan. Character growth.

Not Doll’s corpse!

She’s still a chaos gremlin

Also can we just take a minute to appreciate how far the animation has come from the first episode to now? everyone at Glitch should be proud of their improvement. This series is a testament to their efforts and skills and it’s absolutely wonderful.

I really like how the end credits show everything that’s happened and how it’s changed. Like the partial solver symbol over the planet, Khan and Nori did get a reunion (YEEEEESSSS!) and N finally getting his rummy game.

DOLL?!?!?!?!

Liam Vickers 2D animation, nice touch

The funeral for Doll deserved

And the kids can be kids now. also deserved.

Honestly, everyone who’s worked on this should get a round of applause and a big ol’ “Thank You!” From the production to the voice acting, to the animation, to the sound and music, to the crazy ideas in general that happen to work so well. Thank you so much for making this series a reality. I may have gotten into it later than some others, but I love this show as much as those who’s been there day one. It is a little sad to see it’s done, but I’m also glad it ended as well as it did.

Cyn lives in Uzi’s mind now

F O R E V E R

first part

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Ahh make me write!!! I know the following is a lot so if you can’t do them all it’s fine. I know I normally don’t put this many but I have had a tough week and figured why not. However just one line from any fic will make me happy and seriously don’t feel pressured or anything to write them all (or any at all). I appreciate all you do write.

🦮 🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮 (I’m really excited about Cranberry!!!!!!)

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Oh no! I hope your weekend has improved things. Sending love.

I can absolutely do all of this. In fact, it's my pleasure.

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“It’s fine. I can do it.”

He rises out of his chair stiffly, leg still aching, and pushes his chair back. His stomach twists with apprehension as he looks at how far his phone has slid under the table. 

“Buck, really,” Maddie says. “I don’t mind.”

“Just let me!” Buck insists, tone a bit short. 

Everyone at the table is watching them, he realizes. Buck’s cheeks burn. 

“Fuck,” he grumbles under his breath. 

Buck lowers his sore body onto the hard tile floor, carefully, putting pressure on his knees. His left thigh trembles a little. He crawls forward a foot or two, head under the table, and slowly reaches his arm forward until he can grab the awkwardly located phone, wedged between two legs of tables the restaurant pushed together to accommodate their party size. Stuck in such a way no one could use their foot to kick it to him. 

Phone secured, Buck reaches back, pockets it, and retreats out from under the table. He moves a little too quickly, desperate for this to be over, and his prosthetic obviously doesn’t react with him. It’s awkward and clunky and he stumbles a little as he climbs to his feet. His head hits off the underside of the table, sending more pain shooting across the backside of his skull.

In the back of his mind, Buck can see Cranberry’s face, phone resting gently in her mouth, tail wagging. Like, look how easy this could have been. 

Maddie reaches to help him and he shirks away from her. He straightens up, brushes the grime from the floor off his pant legs, and then plunks heavily back into his chair. All the while, the table watches with quiet discomfort. Pity, probably. They probably fucking pity him. Buck wants to disappear. 

“I’m fine,” Buck insists. “Keep eating, guys.”

Another beat of silence. 

Bobby, who seems to be reading Buck’s brain and needs, turns to Hen and Karen. 

“So, tell me about IVF. How’s that going?”

Conversation resumes. 

Buck tries to release some of the tension he’s holding in his jaw, but he just can’t shake it. He tries to take another bite of seabass, but finds his tongue unreceptive to taste. Which is a real shame, given the quality of the food here. His fork is shaking a little in his hand. 

Fuck. 

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“The bar?” Maddie scoffs. “Evan, it’s a building. I want you to be safe!”

Buck doesn’t answer. He looks wild with indecision and hurt. There are just as volatile storms swirling behind his eyes as the one outside the door. 

My brother… He’s had a lonelier life than is fair for someone as loving as he is. He deserves someone who chooses him.

Eddie hurt him badly. And entirely by accident. This is on Eddie to fix.

“Maddie, can B- can Evan and I talk for a minute?” He asks. “I’ll drive you and Genevieve to the station right after.”

Maddie looks between Buck and Eddie. 

“Evan?” She asks. 

“Yeah. Fine.” Buck grumbles. “Whatever.”

“Okay,” Maddie sighs. She walks off towards the back office and calls out for her daughter. “Genni? Change of plans, baby.”

The moment she’s gone, Eddie launches into another attempt. 

“Please, just choose safety, okay?” Eddie asks. “You can hate me there if you want to.”

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The kid thing is more complicated. Or, less? Eddie doesn’t know. To be honest, he’s confused. 

See, he thinks he wants one after all. One. Not like an armada of them. Buck seemed comfortable with any number, zero or upwards, so he thinks this boundary will be fine. He also thinks that before he asks Buck to marry him, he should probably tell him this tiny detail. It’s sort of relevant. However, he also doesn’t want it to seem like marrying Buck is contingent on his reaction to this. Or that he only wants the kid to marry Buck. So he has to plan both individual conversations in a way that conveys this. 

Conversation. Is that the wrong way to think of it? Probably, right? His proposal to Shannon had been more or less of a steam roll. Telling her how they would navigate the future.

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THE FOLLOWING IS NSFW AND SPOILERY

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He’s in a vacuum of pure, unblemished bliss. Naked, wrapped in Eddie and duvet, and still feeling light and fuzzy from multiple orgasms the night before. What a world. 

The best part is, Buck is fairly certain this was not intended to be a one time affair. He’s fairly certain he’s been given something good - something great - that he gets to keep. At least, for as long as Eddie will allow him. And Eddie doesn’t seem like he’s in a rush to let go. 

In fact, he’s tucked into Buck, pressing slow, soft kisses to Buck’s chest. His hand is sliding lower down Buck’s body, rousing him in more ways than one. Eddie is very handsy, it turns out. No slouch with his mouth, either. 

Again, what a world.

“Goodmorning,” Buck mumbles, as Eddie’s hand finds exactly where Buck’s body would most like it to be. 

“Goodmorning,” Eddie whispers into Buck’s collarbone. His grip tightens, and Buck’s hips jut a little. 

“You’re really something,” Buck rasps. 

“Should I stop?”

“God no.”

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“You lied to the police,” Eddie echoes.

Buck nods. “Gave them an account of things that threw them off the trail of what really happened. Made it seem like they were looking for your body, not…”

“Not a killer,” Eddie whispers.

“You didn’t kill me.” Buck reminds him.

“I killed Captain Gerrard,” Eddie admits. 

Sophia inhales sharply through her teeth.

Buck doesn’t twitch. 

“Well, that doesn’t need to leave this kitchen table, right?”

“Right,” Sophia agrees. “In fact, I hear he was more or less a total cunt.”

Eddie’s eyes widen. “You say Hail Marys with that mouth?”

“Been a long time since I went to mass, Eddie.”

“Point is, you’re a mystery,” Buck says. “People all have their theories."

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Bobby’s head starts to rush. It sort of comes out of nowhere. At first, he thinks it’s some sort of panic attack. Wouldn’t be surprising, given what’s happened. 

He drops his elbows onto the table and rests his head in his hands. He thinks he can just ride it out, focus on his breathing.

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3 for 📚:

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Ravi thinks of the sheer ferocity with which Eddie loves his son. Never allows anyone to doubt him or think less of him. Of course Anil trying to weaponize a disorder against Ravi would piss him off.

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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 54- Rekindle

Chapter Summary: Jungkook finds the perfect way to ask Jennie for forgiveness as each member of BTS help out. Jen starts getting jealous for a change. JenKook finally get the members back for taking photos of them while sleeping on the plane by a Nerf War with Jungkook dressed as Captain America.

Words: 11,000+

Genre: Absolute CHEESE AND FLUFF with all members with MAJOR Jungkook fluff! :)

Author's Note:  CHEESE. Absolute CHEESE. This is a straight-up CHEESE fluff fest with 3 gallons of randomness I added. I switched some things up and added some stuff for this one! I LOVE this chapter soooo much! We got wrestling, we got Jennie slowly showing feelings, we got TONS of cute fluff! This was so random but one of my favsss. I always thought of this one as one of my best chapters. It's so cute and I love rereading it. I hope you feel the same as you read. Enjoy and have a wonderful day! :)

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It took Jennie five minutes to walk to the destination. Walking to the court, she noticed Yoongi dribbling and practicing shooting hoops.

“Check!” She heard his deep voice and immediately caught the ball he threw at her. “First one to get 10 points wins. If you win, you get the next note. If you lose, well, we’ll just have to go a couple of rounds until you finally beat me.” 

Jennie stood there baffled. “What? Are you kidding me? I’m not even in my gear!”

“I don’t care, Smartie. Let’s go.” He got in position with an amused grin.

Looks like Yoongi wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

“Fine. You asked for it.” She checked the ball and he threw it back. 

As she began to travel while dribbling, she watched how he moved, going on a defensive route.

“I wonder what the kid has in store for you, today. Gotta beat me to find out.” He tried to grab the ball while she dribbled but she spun around and jumped to make a shot. 

The rapper watched, impressed as the ball made it through the basket.

A small smirk came across his face as he said, “Looks like you really want that note. Win for the kid. I know he’ll be happy to see you. And I know you’ll be happy to see him, too.”

“Thanks for the motivation.” She managed to defend her side and block his shot.

“You improved, smartie. But I wonder how the kid would react if he found out you kept losing to me and couldn’t beat me to go on to the next destination.” He taunted to rile her up more.

His taunting provoked her as she became more competitive, stealing the ball and jumping up high to shoot. They watched as the ball soared through the air and went through the basket.

Yoongi started to become genuinely astonished at how her skills had progressed. “All right, I let you get that point.”

“I dunno ‘bout that, Suga.” She teased.

As the game went on, the two tirelessly aimed to get shot after shot, determined to win. Yoongi had the ball, and turned around, making Jen trip on her feet and fall on her behind. She watched with disappointment as he made the shot.

“Gosh darn it!” She fussed.

“You’re getting slow on your footwork. Don’t be sloppy. You all right?” He helped her up. 

“Yeah, I just want to win.”

“You and the kid are the same.” He shook his head with a low chuckle.

“Where is Jungkook? Do you know?” She asked as she stayed on him while he dribbled.

“Now, why in the world would I tell you?”

“Because you love me and I’m one of your great friends?”

“I never said that.” He bluntly responded.

Taken aback, she stood there, deadpanning while he took advantage and easily got another shot. “Well, damn, Yoongi! That was foul!”

He began to laugh wholeheartedly. “I hope you know that I was just fuckin’ with you. I just wanted to get another shot. And you fell for it.” 

He began dancing around goofily which caused her to laugh out loud.

“Stop! This is supposed to be serious! I want to win!” She playfully pushed him away. 

She got a giggle in response as she got a glimpse of his gummy smile.

“Hey. Of course, I love you, smartie. You’re family,” He shrugged as he saw another smile come across her face. “Now less talking, more winning for me.” He tossed her the ball.

“You wish. Today, you’ll be the one taking the L for a change.”

“I love your persistence.”

As they continued to play, they were tied and were going for the last point. Both with nine points, they just needed to get one more shot. Yoongi felt confident that he could catch her with his strong offense and make an easy shot. Jennie, on the other hand, felt like if she could stay on her defense, she could win this match and catch him off guard. One thing is for sure, they both needed to keep an eye on the ball. 

Jennie made sure to never let the ball out of her sight as she hurriedly followed Yoongi who dribbled across the court. The Daegu rapper had tried to confuse her by jumping up to shoot but she noticed that the ball didn’t leave his hands and turned back around.

“Game over.” He finally shot the ball.

Defeat was evident in her eyes as Miss Bangtan watched the ball fly in the air. But thankfully for her, the ball hit the backboard instead and bounced down into her arms.

“Tough luck!” She called out, dribbling quickly to the other side of the court.

Yoongi muttered out a curse in surprise and ran after her, trying everything he could to stop her, but it was too late as she jumped as high as she could and shot the ball with all her strength. The ball went straight into the basket, giving Jennie the W for this basketball game.

She sighed out of relief and curtsied in front of him while he let out a laugh. 

“I believe you have something for me.” She happily requested. Her smile got so big as she watched him accept his defeat.

“Congratulations, smartie. Here.” He took Jungkook’s note out of his basketball shorts pocket and handed it to her.

“Thank you. Good game, Yoongi.” She bumped fists with him and took a seat on the bench with him to rest up.

Yoongi took out a bottle of water and a small towel for Jen from his gym bag before taking out his own. After wiping the sweat from her face, she took a big gulp of water, to quench her thirst after the workout she just dealt with. Yoongi always pushed her to her limit when it came to basketball.

Opening the note, she began to read

All right!! You did it! I had a feeling you’d finally beat Hyung! It must feel good to finally beat him. I know how hard you try when you two play against each other.

More reasons why I cherish you:

You keep me on my feet when it comes to pranking and gaming. (I still need to get you back!)

You always know what’s bothering me even if I say that I’m not bothered. Being the Golden Maknae and lead vocalist can be hard. But you always encourage me and hold me down.

You accept people at their worst. (You never judge anyone when they’re down)

Your thoughtfulness. (I watched you saving whatever money we receive from Big Hit to help your sisters’ college tuition. The smile on your face, when you kept putting money in the jar, made it clear to me that you enjoy doing things like that. You have a good heart.)

His words made her smile again. He really must’ve been watching her. She thought she kept herself hidden as she saved money for her sisters. She noticed two words that needed to be unscrambled.

Kbie raitl

“Bike Trail.” She confirmed as he texted her the address. “Let me guess, Taehyung is there?”

“You would think,” he said and opened the camera app. "Let's take a picture,"

The two happily smile for the camera while Yoongi tweets with the caption, ‘Wow. She FINALLY beat me one on one in basketball. Brings back Rookie King vibes. Good game, smartie. #SUGA’

“Thanks, Yoongi.” She kissed his cheek and stood up.

“Yeah, yeah.” He struggled to stop smiling at her affection.

Heading over to the bike trail, passing pedestrians who were jogging and riding their bikes, she saw Namjoon waiting for her, with two bikes against the railing he was leaning against.

Her eyes lit up as she approached him with a big smile. “Oh wow, I thought it’d be Tae.”

“Nah, he really wanted bubble tea,” Namjoon responded with a chuckle and embraced her.

“I’m happy to see you, Namjoon. So, what’s the task?” She pulled away.

“No task. I just want you to free your mind and unwind. Let’s just ride some bikes together. It’s a nice day.”

“Really? I like that. Okay.”

“We are so busy that we never take time to notice the scenery in front of us. How beautiful the day is. So, let’s enjoy the day and clear our minds from the idol life.”

“I love that idea.” She took one of the bikes.

“Wait. Safety first.” He placed a helmet over her head and secured it for her. “Is it secure enough?”

“Yep.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Ladies first," he smiled and got on his bike.

Getting on her bike, she rode along the trail while he followed from behind. As they rode around, following the trail, they felt the warm breeze around them as they admired the landscape. From the clear, blue skies, to the random pedestrians they would pass. It was a nice, humid, summer day.

Namjoon was right. They really don’t take the time to see the beauty around them and how peaceful things can be.

After biking, they sat on a bench to rest, taking off their helmets. “How are those rap lessons with Yoongi?” He asked as they relaxed and watched the sky.

“They’re getting better and better. I’m really happy with my progress,” she answered confidently.

“Good. Yoongi is truly happy about you getting better at rapping. He speaks highly of you when he’s with me and J-Hope.”

“Aw, really?”

“Don’t tell him I said that. He’ll kill me. You know how he is.”

“I’ll keep it to myself. I still can’t get over your mixtape. You worked so hard on it.”

Namjoon smiled at her praise. It made him feel good that she enjoyed it.

“Do You is my favorite. I listen to the song when I’m working out. It’s on my workout playlist. It gets me so hyped. I’m patiently waiting for the next mixtape you do.” She added.

“I'm glad you’re so supportive of me.”

“Of course, this was a big accomplishment for you! I love watching the members branch out and do their own thing while still being together in the group. I hope to see the other members do their own thing soon.”

“Anything that you have in mind? Solo stuff?”

“I would like to when my vocals get better. I do have a lot of stuff on my computer that I work on from time to time. It'll happen when it happens. Hey, can you rap for me? A little bit of Do You?”

Namjoon shyly laughed and covered his face. “Really? Now?”

She nodded and started patting her thighs to mimic the beat of Do You, waiting for him to rap a verse. “Haters gon’ hate and players gon’ play!”

“Mufuckas keep mufuckin’ all day!” He rapped with her. “Follow my shit, my friend and I’ll pay. Naega neo daesin chim baeteojulge twe. Do you, do you, do you, do you, do the fuck you want, do you, do you, do you, do you.”

The two shared a laugh as she leaned her head against his shoulder.

“Here.” He took Jungkook’s next note out of his pocket and handed it to her as she pulled away from his shoulder.

Taking the note, she looked at the folded paper before turning back to her leader. “Hey, Joon?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you. You are always so kind and make me feel at peace.”

“Always.”

Opening the note, another smile came across her face as she read what Jungkook had written.

I hope you enjoyed your time riding bikes with Hyung! It's a wonderful day, isn't it? 

Reasons why I cherish you:

You tolerate my memes and actually send me memes back

Seeing you happy on succeeding in the smallest things makes me happy

I didn’t want to say anything but, remember you talking to that Shin guy, who disrespected you? I saw everything and had a talk with him, too.

“You did?” She murmured in surprise as she kept reading. She was curious about what he said to Shin since she thought she handled the situation quite well.

I still hope to this day that he isn’t bothering you and I hope you know that I’ll always protect you. All of Bangtan.

‘YMG’ was the scrambled word

“Gym.” She confirmed.

Namjoon stood up and stretched. “Let’s go together. I’ll take you there. I want to get a front row seat for this.”

“Whatchu mean?”

“You’ll see.”

His big smile was all that she needed to see, to figure out that something big was going to happen.

As soon as NamJen headed over to the gym, they noticed that no one else was in there. It seemed like someone rented the place for a little while so they wouldn’t be disturbed. As they kept walking, they saw a wrestling ring, while Jin, Jimin, Hobi, Taehyung and Yoongi were talking among themselves, sitting on chairs near the ring.

“Wait, why are all of you here?” Jennie’s question made the members turn to her.

“Finally!” Jimin rejoiced, clapping his hands together. 

He looked pleased the finally see her.

“We’ve been waiting for you!” Jin added.

“I wanted a front row seat for this. There was no way I wanted to miss this.” Yoongi remarked.

“And I’m recording!” Hobi grinned, gesturing to the video camera in his hands. “Bangtan Bomb~!”

“So...what do I have to do?” She crossed her arms.

“You, missy, are going to be wrestling today,” Namjoon revealed while Yoongi handed him a referee shirt. “And I’m going to be the ref.”

Jennie raised her eyebrows in surprise. “E-excuse me? Wrestling? This ain’t WWE!”

“It will be today!” Jimin giggled.

“Pretend that you’re Goldberg!” Taehyung called out.

“Nah. I’d rather be Jazz. She was badass in the WWE Ring and wasn’t called the baddest bitch for nothing.” She shrugged. “So...who am I going up against?”

“Gotta find out. Go change!” Jimin handed her a gym bag and gestured for her to change in the locker room. 

It looked like Diana had gathered some gym clothes for her to wrestle in.

After choosing her entrance theme, which was Sasha Banks’ Sky’s the Limit, to play along with this randomness occurring, she walked out through the curtain they put up by the door. Strutting out with swagger and sunglasses on her eyes, she decided to portray Sasha Banks, performing her trademark taunt as the members continued their loud cheers.

“This match is set for one fall! And it is for Jungkook’s next note and the K-Pop Championship! Introducing first! From America, she is our beloved, extraordinary Miss Bangtan, Jennie!" Jimin announced, holding a toy WWE Championship that was brought from a local Target. 

Jennie outstretched her arms and spun around, nodding confidently. “The BOSS is here!" she placed the sunglasses on top of her head and strutted down to the ring, flipping her hair.

“WOOOOO!” Yoongi cheered, clapping loudly, jumping up and down.

“Ahhhhhhh~, that’s my munchkin! I raised her!” Hobi shouted. 

“WE raised her!” Yoongi shouted back.

“Ennie! Ennie! Ennie!” Jimin and Taehyung chant.

They were so hyped up, it caused her to laugh as she got inside the ring. This was completely random but it was nice to do something goofy for a change. This was fun and the match didn't even begin yet.

Getting on top of the middle ropes, she outstretched her arms before patting her chest. 

“The next K-Pop champion, right here! The boss!” she shouted to the crowd.

Jumping off the ropes, she stood in a corner of the ring, patiently waiting to see who she would be wrestling.

“And introducing her opponent...!” Jimin announced.

Shawn Michaels’ theme song came on the portable speaker, which caused Jen’s interest to intensify instantly as she listened to the familiar lyrics.

I think I’m cute

I know I’m sexy

I’ve got the looks that drive the girls wild

I’ve got the moves that really move ‘em

As soon as she saw who walked out of the curtain, she dropped her jaw while the boys immediately started booing. Namjoon, standing in the middle of the ring, covered his face and shook his head, feeling second-hand embarrassment while everyone observed Jin strutting out, blowing kisses in a feather boa with a T-shirt and shorts on.

“Oh, my God...no he didn’t.” She covered her mouth.

Jin???

What the hell is going on???

“From South Korea, built with handsome shoulders and a handsome face, handsome Jin!” Jimin announced in giggles while the members continued to boo him.

“You can boo me all you want but I’m still flawless and handsome! No one can compare! I'm a sexy boy! I'm not your boy toy!” Jin blew a kiss right in front of the members before heading inside the ring and taking off the boa.

After his entrance theme song faded out, he faced off with Jennie in the middle of the ring.

“Sweetie, you are wrestling me, today! Gotta beat me to win the next note and the title.” Jin smiled.

Was this an early birthday gift?

“Oh my gosh, I get to beat up Jin!?” Jennie’s eyes widened with glee, turning to Namjoon who nodded in response. “Are you serious?! This is great! Let’s do this!”

In the background, she could hear the members cackle hysterically from her reaction. Jin was startled that she was so excited to fight him.

“H-hey!” Jin’s ears began to get red. “This isn’t supposed to be something you’re proud of! I raised you! I watched you bloom into a beautiful young woman and all you can say is how happy you are to beat me up!?”

“I mean...” She grinned sheepishly and shrugged. “I always wanted to.”

“I see how it is. Well, listen up little girl!” He poked her chest.

“Oooooohhhhhhhhhh!” The members looked on at the sudden gesture.

This was not going to end well.

“That is no way to treat the oldest member!” he went on. “But you are no match for Handsome Jin! I’m bigger than you and stronger than you! I will teach you some respect little girl! Do you know who I am!?”

“I’m sorry, what?” She brought her attention back to him which made him fume even more since she wasn’t listening to any of what he was saying.

“She just ignored me!” He sputtered. “How dare you!?”

“How dare you!?” Miss Bangtan mocked in a high voice.

“Don’t mock me!”

“Don’t mock me!” She mocked again.

“All right, all right. Enough. I want a clean fight. Either win by pinfall or submission.” Namjoon announced. “Ring the bell!”

DING DING DING

Jennie and Jin circle around each other in the ring.

“Well, well, well, short little Miss Bangtan,” Jin quipped, taunting her with their height difference. “How’s the weather down there? Don’t you wish you could be as flawless as me?”

Looks like Jin was playing the “Heel” aka the bad guy for this match and she was the “Face” aka the good guy. To add to the bad guy persona, Jin continued to trash talk while she rolled her eyes and put a hand in front of his face.

“Excuse me! I am talking to you! You dare place your hand in front of this handsome face!?” He pushed her hand away and shoved her lightly, making her take a few steps back.

“Hey!” Taehyung stood up and called him out. “How dare you touch Jennie like that? Don’t push her!”

“Yeah!” Hobi yelled as he continued to film. “Meanie!”

“Hush!” Jin turned his attention to the crowd, yelling at them for their commentary.

As soon as he turned around, she ran and jumped right on top of him, making him stumble backward. The assault knocked him over his back while she repeatedly gave him strikes to the face.

“Ahhhhhh! Watch the face! Watch the face! Get her off!” He yelled over the members’ cheering, desperately covering his face.

“All right, get off before you get disqualified,” Namjoon warned as she finally got off him.

“What was that for!?” Jin exclaimed, backing up to sit by the corner.

“Sorry.” She giggled. “We’re still friends after this, right?”

“Depends on how hard you hit me!” He stood back on his feet but was assaulted again when she attacked with a backhand chop to the chest. 

Yelling out in pain, he rubbed his chest, staring at her, baffled.

Provoked, he decided to give her a backhand chop to the chest in return, causing her to yell, “Ow!”

“You hurt me, too-ahhh!” He yelped when she slammed him back down to his back. "Why did I agree to this? I need a moment!" he groaned and rolled out of the ring, resuming his bad guy persona.

“Oh, come on!” Jennie complained.

“Boo! Get back in the ring!” Yoongi remarked with annoyance. “You suck! You suck! You suck!”

"You suck! You suck!" Jimin joined in.

“I said I need a minute! I’m going to win anyway-ahhh!” Jin yelled when Jennie grabbed a hold of his hair, pulling him back so he could crawl back into the ring. 

He tried to beg for mercy after she released him but then caught her by grabbing her leg to make her fall down. Getting behind her, the oldest member wrapped an arm around her neck, placing her in a headlock submission while the members chant for her to not tap out.

“Do you submit?!” Namjoon asked, watching closely.

“No!” She yelled as she placed her hands on the arm that was tightly squeezing her neck.

She couldn’t give up right here, there was someone special to her, waiting for her and she couldn’t let him down. She was eager to see him and refused to let Jin stand in her way.

The members start clapping to motivate her. It looks like the guys watched a few wrestling matches to understand how the crowd reacted as she slowly got to her feet with Jin. She dropped down on her rear, making her head hit his jaw as he released the hold and stumbled back.

Getting back on her feet, she tried to kick him in the stomach but he caught it and shoved her back, causing her to fall on her butt, again. The oldest member started laughing at her and turned to the members who were booing him.

“You are looking at your new champion!” He gloated, blowing kisses.

When he turned around, his eyes widened when he saw Jennie diving off the top rope, landing right on top of him as he fell on his back. Adding insult to injury, she got back on the top rope and dropped an elbow on his chest before pinning him.

Namjoon went down for the pin. “One! Two! Kick out at two!”

“AHHHHHHHHHH~! Why did I agree to this!?” Jin screamed over the guys’ laughter when he was placed in an armbar. 

She had a tight grip and he was not going anywhere as they were in the middle of the ring.

“Tap! Tap!” she yelled, using all her strength in the submission.

“Break his arm!” Yoongi yelled.

“We have a concert and a comeback soon! We need his arm!” Namjoon exclaimed.

Poor Jin was dying. If only he hadn’t lost that rock, paper, scissors game against the members, he wouldn’t be wrestling her, today. He thought this would be easy. But she really wanted that next note.

“Call the match! Call the match!” Jin yelled when he finally tapped out. “Call it! Call it!”

“Is he tapping?” Namjoon pretended not to notice.

“NAMJOON~!” he started kicking his legs, frequently tapping out. “CALL THE MATCH!”

Namjoon laughed and gestured to Jennie to release him. “All right, that’s enough. He tapped out. Winner!” He raised Jennie’s arm up in the air.

“Here is your winner! And the new K-Pop Champion! Jennie!” Jimin announced as the members cheered happily and jumped up and down, hugging each other in celebration. 

Namjoon handed her the title and she raised it up in the air, in victory.

“Ayeeeee! That is what I’m talking about! You knew how this was gonna go! The Boss always wins!” She celebrated. 

The members ran into the ring and Taehyung picked her up to sit on his shoulders while she raised the title up in the air.

“Handsome Jin! How do you feel about being defeated by Miss Bangtan?” Hobi asked behind his camera.

“Okay, I could have beaten her. I just went easy on her. She had luck on her side.” Jin tried to explain, getting back to his feet.

“Um, if I remember correctly, you don’t need luck when you’re the boss. So, no. You just couldn’t handle The Boss.” Jen quipped

“Jungkook owes me paid meals for a year after this.” He took out the note from his pocket and handed it to her. “Good job, sweetie.”

“Hahah, hope I didn’t hurt you, too much.” She got set down by Taehyung.

“Let’s...not...talk about that.” He rubbed his poor arm.

“And I got it all on film!” Hobi gleefully chimed in.

“You love seeing me like this, don’t you?” Jin tried to hit Hobi, who screamed in fear.

Before she read the note, the members wanted her to take a couple of photos to post on Twitter. First, she posed alone with the title, then she posed over a defeated Jin who pretended to look knocked out on the wrestling mat, and then a group selfie with all the members.

After taking a shower in the women’s locker room and changing into a grey sports bra, snug white hoodie, dark blue jeans, and grey Nikes, she opened up Jungkook’s note while sitting on the locker room bench.

Looks like you had fun beating up Hyung. I can't wait to watch it on film.

Reasons why I cherish you:

You come before all the girls I know in my life. (Well, except my mom, kekeke)

That made her chuckle softly. “And you come before all the guys except my dad.” She said softly.

You look at me for who I am. Not as an idol. But as a human being. As Jeon Jungkook on stage. You make me want to become a better person.

Go right outside the gym. There’s a red envelope on the bench. It’ll have the rest of what I wrote.

After the members offered to bring her new title and bag of clothes back to the hotel, she made her way outside of the gym to see the red envelope that Jimin had placed a few moments ago. 

She took a seat and opened it, exhaling sharply as she took out the friendship ring. She examined the black ring and began to space out.

She remembered the time they were in class together in SOPA. He noticed that she was wearing the black friendship ring on her right index finger.

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“You’re...you’re wearing it.” He whispered happily to himself.

“Huh?” Looking at what he was staring at, the realization hit her. “Oh, the ring! Yeah, of course. I wear it every day, actually...ever since you told me you cherished me and our friendship, it got me thinking. I couldn’t help but wear it every day. I guess...it’s because I’m really lucky to have a

friend like you in my life.” She blurted out. 

Widening her eyes, she covered her mouth.

“Sorry, sorry, too much? I can take it off if you want.” She took her hand back and was about to take it off her right index finger but his warm hands stopped her.

“No. Don’t.” He said softly, pushing the ring back on her finger. “It-it makes me...very happy to see you wearing it. I wear my ring every day, too. Let’s continue wearing our rings every day.” He showed her his ring on his right index finger.

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Snapping back to reality, her eyes began to sting and her chest tightened.

Come to think of it, Jungkook still wore his friendship ring despite the fight. She never saw him without it these past few days. It was still on his finger. Her heart pounded as she braced herself for what he had written next.

‘You said give it to someone else but I can’t because this ring was specifically made for you and you are the only Golden Girl I see wearing this...not Hayoon or Eunha.

Nothing can ever replace you and no one can make me as happy as you. I made a promise to cherish you. Let me keep it. You are so precious to me, I’m scared to lose you. I’m pretty darn proud to announce you as my Golden Best Friend. And I hope you are too...I can write more but there are too many reasons why I cherish you.

This is my last note. I think you know where I’m waiting for you...I hope you come. If you don’t and if you’re still mad at me...I understand.’

On the bottom of the note, he wrote turn over, and once she turned it over, she recognized that he drew cute comics of him and her together.

The first comic had her approaching him in his room, asking him about Iron Man. When their friendship kicked off.

The second was when he had given her the friendship ring.

The third was singing War of Hormone together.

The fourth was the scene of them eating lamb skewers after school 

The last one was them holding hands with the caption Golden Duo.

It all began to be too much for her as the tears started to fall. She couldn’t handle this anymore and wanted to see him immediately. 

How could she not come to see him after all of this?

She missed him.

She quickly wiped her tears and reread the last part of the note.

‘I think you know where I’m waiting for you.’ 

“Yeah...” She sniffed. “I know exactly where you are, you big bunny.” 

She stood up and placed the ring back on her right index finger

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Seated on a big towel, with his knees to his chest and arms crossed on top of his knees, the Golden Maknae watched the sky. It was almost time for the sun to set and the salty ocean air filled his nose.

He enjoyed checking the Twitter updates, smiling to himself as the warm breeze relaxed him. He giggled once he saw the wrestling pictures.

She looked so happy.

But he was still nervous.

Was she still mad at him?

Maybe his note was too vague and she didn’t know where he was.

He glanced at the strawberry pocky box on the towel, next to him and exhaled as he softly sang Nothing Like Us.

“Lately I’ve been thinking, thinking about what we had. I know it’s hard, it was all that we knew, yeah. Have you been drinking to take all the pain away? I wish that I could give you what you deserve. Cause nothing can ever, ever replace you. Nothing can make me feel like you do. Yeah, you know there’s no one, I can relate to. I know we won’t find a love that’s so true. There’s nothing like us, there’s nothing like you and me. Together through the storm.”

Abruptly, he felt a back lean up against him as he stopped singing. He lifted up his head once he heard a delicate voice behind him,

“There’s nothing like us, there’s nothing like you and me. Together.”

He began to smile softly, feeling his anxiousness go away. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too,” Jennie answered. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too...”

“Glad to hear.”

“I’ve been asking myself how I got so lucky to have a friend like you.”

“The feeling is mutual, Jungkook.”

“When I...think about you crying and hurting, it hurts me...a lot. And I can’t undo what I said to you.”

She shook her head. “It’s...it’s fine-“

“No. No, it’s not Jennie.” He turned around and sat behind her, wrapping his arms around her in a back hug. He began tearing up and his voice got shaky. “These past few days just haven’t been the same. I’m not happy because you’re not happy. All those things I said...that’s not cherishing. Forgive me. I know I hurt you-“

“Well, I hurt you, too.” She turned to sit in front of him. “I hurt you, too. I’m wrong about what I said, too. Not everything is your fault. You didn’t deserve all those things I said, either. I wish I could’ve handled the situation better, and spoken to you more calmly. I could’ve used my words differently, and calmly heard your point of view but, my emotions just got the best of me. It was petty.”

“I miss you,” she said softly. “A lot. I miss talking with you and hanging out with you. I miss how things used to be before we fought. It was selfish of me to say that hanging out with you isn’t a big deal. You’re a huge deal to me, Jungkook. Always. I’m sorry, too. When I’m in a rut, you’re there. No matter what, you always take time out of your day to help me with anything. Even if it’s something simple. Lamb skewers are very delicious, and I want to get some more with you after school when we go back. Just...thank you. For everything. What you did today, really boosted my mood and made me realize even more how lucky I am to have you in my life. All of Bangtan. You, seven guys, are a piece of work but you’re my family and welcomed me into your lives.”

He smiled as they sat beside each other, turning back to look at the ocean. Grabbing the box of pocky, he handed it to her with the package already opened and said, “I can’t eat these without you.”

She happily took a stick and leaned her head against his shoulder. “Let’s work on making sure this doesn’t happen again.”

“Right. Let’s make sure whenever we disagree, it won’t be as bad as this one.”

Leaning forward she pressed her lips against his cheek as Jungkook felt his face warm up. 

“This was really sweet. And here.” she took out a banana milk bottle and handed it to him. “I know how much you like banana milk...so I picked up a bottle before I came here.”

He happily accepted it and helped himself to the drink. “I was actually craving one of these.”

“Golden Best Friends know best.” She nudged him as they shared a laugh, eating pocky and watching the ocean. “Today has been a long ass day. You had me all over the place. But it was so fun and worth it.”

“What was your favorite part?”

“Come on, a chance to wrestle Jin in the ring? We need to do that, again. That was so fun.”

“How’d you defeat him?”

“Ronda Rousey Armbar.”

Jungkook laughed loudly. “I cannot wait for hyung to show the film. We should watch it on the big screen when we’re back home.”

“Good idea. So you really meant all those things you said in those notes?”

“That and more.”

“What are the other reasons?”

“I’ll tell you when I’m ready.”

“Well, don’t keep a girl waiting, too long.”

“I won’t. I promise. I just need some time to get all my thoughts together.”

After they finished snacking, she stood up. "Come on! The sun is setting and I want to take some photos!"

Jungkook laughed and began filming her run down near the water as she jumped around happily. His laugh made it to the video and once he posted it, ARMY began to ask questions.

‘I was wondering where Jungkook was! That was him, right?’

‘Omg was that Jungkook in the background? They’re talking again!?’

‘That was definitely Jungkook!’

‘Finally! No more fighting.’

When Jennie took out her phone and started filming the ocean, suddenly Jungkook ran in front of the camera and she turned to film him goofily running away like a ninja from Naruto.

“ARMY, what are we going to do with him?” She asked on camera

After posting the video, she approached him. “Gosh, Kookie, you’re a mess.” 

Once she realized what she had said, she felt her face warm up. "Ah, I forgot you don’t want me to call you that.”

His ears perked up from the nickname. He missed her calling him that.

“You can call me Kookie but on one condition.” He requested.

“What?”

He grinned playfully and raised his eyebrows. “You admit that Iron Man is better than Captain America.”

“Oh, there is no way in hell.” She walked past him as he started to laugh.

“I guess you won’t be calling me Kookie anymore, then.” He shrugged.

Turning around she exclaimed, “Jungkook, you know Steve Rogers is way better than your little Tony STANK.”

“Hey! You take that back!”

“Tony Stank Ass!”

He narrowed his eyes. ”It’s STARK! Tony’s suit is the best, too! Not that stupid CAPSICLE!”

“HEY! You wish! Steve Rogers is the best. And he’s not stupid!”

“Guess no more Kookie for you.” 

“Fine! Iron man...is...better than Captain America. Happy?” She grumbled, crossing her arms.

“I got that on film, too.” He giggled.

“Hey!” She tried to grab his phone while he held it to his chest, leaning back. “Give it! Delete that!” Jumping on his back, she tried to snatch it away but to no avail.

“No way! This is staying forever! Let go or I’ll post it on Twitter.”

Jen immediately jumped off. He wasn’t bluffing either. “I swear, one of these days...”

“One of these days what?” He teased.

“I might just kick your ass, that’s what.”

“I doubt that, baby girl.” He covered his mouth.

“Ah!” She called him out, pointing at him. “I didn’t give you permission to call me that, yet.”

“Fine. What do you want?”

“Hm...” She pretended to think.

“What? You want a video of me saying Captain America is better than Iron Man?”

“Nah, I have something better. I want you to agree to wear something for me.”

“I agree. Now, what is it?”

“Yes, you’ll fit it quite nicely. There’s a local costume shop around here. Let’s go there. I’ve been wanting you to wear this certain costume for a while.”

“Pssh, all I need to do is wear a costume? Fine. Let’s go.”

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Walking around the streets of LA, Jennie periodically looked at her phone on the map app to make sure they were going the right way. “All right. It’s down this street. Follow me.” She mentioned as they crossed the street.

Once they walked into the huge costume shop, Jungkook wandered around to check out the various costumes. 

“Do they have any Iron Man costumes?” He asked which caused Jennie to snort.

While she went to look for the section of the specific costume, Jungkook continued to browse around, thinking of Halloween costume ideas. 

Noticing Jungkook wasn’t with her after a while, Jen decided to go find him and saw him looking awkward in front of two girls in their late teens. One with brown hair and another with raven hair. They immediately took a liking to his good looks and decided to boldly approach him. 

The two looked like tourists who had no idea who BTS was. Just browsing around, and having fun for the summer.

He looked uncomfortable with the girls. And the language barrier didn’t help. 

Jennie’s jaw clenched as she watched them. The raven-haired girl placed a hand on his shoulder, getting a feel of his muscles and the brunette had a flirty smile on her face, trying to subtly show how big her chest was.

They were trying too hard and it was cringeworthy.

And it lowkey started to piss Jennie off.

No.

It high key started to piss Jennie off.

And that fake ass giggle coming from the brunette made her even more irked.

“Ugh, really?” Jennie rolled her eyes.

The way they were up in his personal space as he shyly averted his eyes with a forced smile and tried to respond in any type of English he could, made Jen exhale sharply through her nose. The two girls were too forward.

But two can play at that game.

Time to act petty.

“So, you around here?” The raven-haired girl leaned in close.

“I think he’s a little shy.” The brunette mentioned.

“That’s so cute. Has anyone ever told you that you have such a cute smile?”

‘Keep it classy, Jennie. Don’t be rowdy. Don’t make a scene. You’re representing BTS. Keep it as classy as possible.’ She thought to herself as she walked up to them, standing behind Jungkook.

Clearing her throat, she grabbed Jungkook by the arm, forcefully pulling him away from the raven-haired girl, to make him stand next to her instead. 

“Babe! There you are! I was looking for you!” She spoke in English, wrapping her arms around his arm and turned to the girls with a smile, “I see you met my boyfriend.”

Jungkook snapped his head to her in shock, looking Jungshooked.

Boyfriend?

Babe?

The girls, on the other hand, looked displeased. One because Jennie had interfered in their mission to target Jungkook and two because he was apparently taken.

“Boyfriend?” The raven-haired girl asked with disappointment.

“Yes, ma’am. Long distance relationships are tough but we’re doing just fine. He’s visiting for a while.” Jen glanced at them up and down with an intense stare which caused the brunette to take a step back.

This was really petty of Jennie but she couldn’t help it. She lowkey enjoyed it.

The raven-haired girl sighed and turned to her friend, murmuring, “It’s always the ugly girls that get the hottest guys. I just don’t get it.”

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Jen raised a brow. “You want to say it to my face instead of mumbling under your breath?”

“She said ugly girls like you always get the hottest guys,” The brunette spoke up. “Look at him and look at you. There is just no way. You’re not even good enough for him. How much did you pay him?”

Jennie shook her head at her statement, releasing Jungkook. It was sad people were like this in the world. “You know, it’s a shame to see beautiful women like you have such bitter, ugly personalities. Ever think that everything isn’t about looks? That people look deep in the personality department? You say I’m not good enough but he thinks I am. And I know I am.”

She stared them down, standing in front of Jungkook as he continued to look at them back and forth, trying to understand what they were saying in English. 

“We’re happy. I’m not leaving, he’s not leaving. I am his and he is mine. So, do me a favor and back off my man.” Jennie demanded calmly.

Both girls were shocked at her explanation and chose the wrong guy to flirt with today. Their faces got red with embarrassment and they couldn’t even say anything back.

“I’m sorry that you don’t have someone that loves you like my boyfriend but don’t take it out on me.” Miss Bangtan frowned. “I’ll be praying for you. I hope that your life gets better and you find happiness within yourselves and then find yourselves a good man. But this man right here is taken and we’re both very lucky to have each other. So please, respect our relationship and back off.”

Jungkook only got bits and pieces of what Jennie was saying in her foreign language, but he got a clear idea of what she meant by the word “boyfriend.”

Both girls quickly apologized with their egos hurt and left the store to think about their lives after Jen’s statement.

Jennie huffed and rolled her eyes while walking deep into the costume shop and Jungkook followed her. She was still feeling some type of way watching them all up on him like that.

“I hate people.” She grumbled.

Jungkook on the other hand, couldn’t help but smile at the fact that she called him her boyfriend and her man. It sounded so genuine even if she was trying to get him out of that uncomfortable situation.

He kept staring at her as he followed her around. It felt nice to see her like this. So defensive and protective.

‘Is she jealous?’ He pondered.

It sounded too good to be true since he was always the one to get jealous of guys so close to her.

“What?” She asked with annoyance when she caught him staring.

'Yeah...she's jealous. Cute...' he thought, amused.

“You okay?” He asked calmly.

“Yep.” She answered briskly.

“You sure?”

“Yep.”

“Are you mad?”

“Just a little irritation.” She grumbled.

She shouldn’t be surprised. Jungkook is a handsome guy. Heck, all those posts she sees on Tumblr of fangirls swooning over how hot he is, she had to admit that they weren’t lying. She shouldn’t be thinking of her best friend in that type of way but as they were getting older, she was starting to realize just how handsome he was and it was a little overwhelming because they’d been friends for so long.

But what stood out to her most wasn’t his looks. It was who he was as a person. How sweet he could be. His angelic vocals, his respectfulness. Even his adorable smile. She enjoyed seeing him laugh and his funny faces are one of many icings on the cake.

Seeing all these girls swooning over him, it was bound to happen.

She should be happy he’s getting the attention from women but...for some unknown reason, she felt a sense of jealousy. She had no idea where it was coming from and she couldn’t control how felt a few moments ago.

Jen noticed that some other girls around the store were occasionally glancing at him, checking him out, too. But clearly, they were looking at him like a piece of meat. But he was worth more than just someone to fool around with.

Next, she began to wonder how she’d feel if he started dating someone. Maybe a female idol or something.

Would she be sad? Happy?

The main concerns she had were, would they spend less time together because his girlfriend is his top priority? 

Will there be no more movie nights and game nights because he wants to go on dates with his girlfriend and spend the night with her instead? 

Will there be no more sleeping on beds together when going to each others’ rooms?

She didn’t want to think about that. It was something she was so used to that it became a routine and she didn't want it to stop.

“Lots of girls staring at you.” She unintentionally mentioned in a blunt tone as she walked around to search for the costume, she had in mind. 

That came out harsher than she anticipated. She didn’t mean to say it like that. 

Jungkook didn’t pay the women any mind and kept his eyes on Jennie as he followed her. “Oh really? I didn't notice.”

She turned around and lightly punched him on his hard chest. "Really? Jungkook, almost every girl in this store is staring at you. You don’t see that? Mister International Playboy?” She turned back around to browse.

“I guess because I’m just looking at you.” He whispered to himself, looking at her back. When he saw her turn around, he spoke up, “Those girls make it too easy. I like the chase and I know the chase will be worth it in the end with the girl I want.”

She looked at him and something in her heart fluttered at his intense gaze. It was like he was talking directly to her. She shook her head and let out a chuckle, getting that ridiculous thought out of her head.

“Well, whoever that girl will be, I hope she’s prepared for you and your nonsense.” 

'You are,'  he thought.

“I’m pretty sure she will be.” He spoke up and grinned.

“Ah ha! Here it is.” Jen’s mood was boosted when she found the costume. She took it off the shelf and revealed it to be Captain America’s costume from The Winter Soldier movie. “This bad boy.” She showed it off with a smirk.

Jungkook widened his eyes. “No. Absolutely no way, I could never betray Iron Man like this. Just let me say that Steve Rogers is better.”

“Oh. I guess I’ll just let the others call me baby girl then. Maybe Jimin and Tae will like to call me that.” She teased.

“I-I’ll delete the video so we’re even.”

“Nope.”

“Please!” He pleaded.

“Nah.”

Jungkook groaned and snatched the costume. He looked at it and exhaled. “...only for you.”

“Yay! Try it on. There’s a dressing room in here.”

After waiting five minutes, Jennie started laughing as she recorded him walking out with a playfully annoyed look.

“Oh yes, this is very nice, ahahaha!” She giggled. “Give ARMY a full look at the costume. Turn around, show it off.”

“I am going to kill you,” Jungkook grumbled. “You’re not getting away with this.”

“Ahahaha, I think I already did!”

After buying the costume, she made him wear it while they made their way back to the hotel. Taking out her phone, she tried not to laugh while she secretly filmed him. When he looked down at her phone he tried to take it from her as she broke out in laughter.

‘Captain Jungkook reporting for duty!’ She posted on Twitter and her post got various comments from ARMY on how funny JenKook was together and caused shippers to ship them more for how cute their friendship is.

Back at the hotel, Jennie went on her Instagram and checked out the recent comments. Some asked if she was okay and was glad that she and Jungkook were talking again. 

She decided to respond with a quick selfie of her relaxing on her hotel bed with the caption, ‘Idol life is exhausting. So please remember that we are not machines and that we have feelings too. I try my best to eat when I can. I’m doing just fine, don’t worry. Your Bangtan Girl is A-OK. I’m happy and content.’   Which pleased many fans around the world.

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After taking a trip to Target, Jennie made her way to Jungkook's room with a large bag of Nerf guns. He quickly let her in, still in the Captain America costume.

“Okay, I have an idea.” She grinned mischievously.

“I like that look. What’s that?” He pointed to the bag.

“I went out to buy Nerf guns. I'm ready to continue the prank war," she showed them off as his eyes sparkled in delight.

"This is awesome! Why'd you wait this long to do something so cool like this?"

She looked at him with a smile and lightly quoted the Captain America movie, "I guess I was just waiting for the right partner,"

His eyes softened as he let out a laugh. "I'm honored you chose me to do this with Agent Carter,"

"I'm sure you won't let me down, Rogers. So, do you remember the guys taking photos of us sleeping on the plane? You want to get them back?"

Jungkook smirked softly. "Definitely," 

“Great! Let’s do this.”

Putting a hand Nerf gun in her pocket, she held a big one while Jungkook placed two handguns in his pockets and held a big one. 

“Who is our first target?” He asked while putting the ammo in the big gun.

“Let’s start with Tae.”

“Fine by me.”

“One more thing, Rogers," she took out Captain America’s Shield from the bag.

“Are you kidding me?” He deadpanned, glancing at the shield and then back at her.

“Come on. You gotta look the part.” She giggled

"Only for you," he replied as she placed the shield on his back. “One of these days, I’m going to make you wear one of those Iron Man costumes.”

“Ha! That’ll be the day. Are we ready to proceed?"

Getting into character, Jungkook nodded. "Yes, ma'am,"

"Good. Come on. We got a mission.”

Walking out of the room, they headed over to the room Taehyung shared with Namjoon. Knocking on the door, Jennie and Jungkook pressed their backs against the wall, out of sight, waiting for the door to open. 

Once Namjoon opened up the door, he looked to the left and didn’t see anyone.

“Charge!” Jennie shouted and ran into the room with Jungkook, firing away, causing their leader to fall on the floor. “Take care of Tae, I got him!” She jumped on top of Namjoon, to keep him from escaping

“What the hell!? What is going on!? Get off!” He started laughing.

If it was a war they wanted, then they would get one. Because ever since that wrestling match at the gym, Namjoon had been in a playful mood. He tried to steal Jen’s gun as she tried to pull it away from him.

Meanwhile, Jungkook, ran into the bathroom to see Taehyung in a towel. The Golden Maknae attacked him with the Nerf darts, causing Tae to try to run away from the assault but ended up stumbling back into the shower. Taehyung’s laughter was heard loudly as Jungkook ran out of the bathroom, grabbing Jennie to escape the room.

Namjoon got back on his feet to see Tae quickly changing so he could get in all the action. “Prepare yourself, Taehyung. They’re going to get it. That was a preemptive strike. But it will not happen again on my watch.”

Back with JenKook, they dashed to Jin and Hobi’s room, stifling their laughter. Knocking on the door, Hobi answered it and started screaming when Jennie started shooting him.

“AHHHHH!” He ran back into the room with her running after him, jumping right on top of him

“Ahhhh! What is going on!?” Jin hid under the bed to try to avoid being shot at.

“Nerf war!” Jungkook announced, dragging him out of the bed.

Loud screams, laughter and shooting sounds were heard around the room. After the assault, the troublemakers ran out of the room to go after Suga and Jimin last.

"We need to buy some Nerf guns. Let's go! They can't get away with this," Jin said, getting ready with Hobi.

With Jennie and Jungkook, they walked towards Yoongi and Jimin's room.

“This may be a little hard because Yoongi may retaliate,” Jen warned.

“I’m sure we’ll be fine.” He reassured and knocked on the door. 

Jimin answered it and was delighted to see JenKook together. It looked like the plan worked.

“Hey, guys-ahh!” He yelped when he was shot, running away to try to find some cover. “What is this?!” He laughed in confusion.

Jennie turned to the bed to see Yoongi napping, unaware of what was happening. 

“Time to prepare my funeral.” She announced and began shooting at him.

He quickly woke up, bothered, and then got hit on the forehead with one of the Nerf darts.

“Son of a b-“ He dashed off the bed.

“Oh shit!” Jennie quickly opened the door and dashed away with Jungkook.

An angry Yoongi ran after them with Jimin trailing behind. 

“Get the fuck back here!” Yoongi yelled. The Daegu rapper was running faster than usual and it made Jennie start to panic.

“Fall back! Fall back!” Jungkook yelled.

Jen tripped and fell, rolling over the floor a couple of times before quickly getting back on her feet.

“Keep running! Keep running, I’m fine! I’m fine!” She shouted before Jungkook could stop and ask.

“Hyung! Wait! I have a plan!” Jimin managed to calm Yoongi down. “Come back to the room, I got something to get them back. Don’t worry. Let’s gather the other members. They may have Nerf guns but let's go buy some too! We need to get them back."

20 minutes later with JenKook, they hid around the floor and tried to remain alert if any members would try to find them.

“You think they’re coming for us?” She asked with anticipation.

“I think so. They’re probably going to be sly about it. Keep on your toes.” He warned as they walked around the hallway, cautiously.

Jennie stopped walking and placed an arm in front of Jungkook to stop him. “Kook...” She alerted as they saw Jimin and Yoongi with huge Nerf guns.

“Jungkookie! Ennie! Thanks for that sneak attack. But now we’d like our revenge now, hehehehe.” Jimin waved.

“You have a plan?” She whispered to him.

“Yes. I do have a plan.” He announced.

“What’s that?”

“Attack.” The Golden Maknae started shooting at them. 

He made use of the Captain America Shield, kneeling with Jennie, to block their shots. The battle was intense as both teams continued the assault. Jungkook moved forward while she watched his back.

Jennie yelped when she was suddenly grabbed by Taehyung from behind as he tried to yank the gun out of her hands.

Quickly, she escaped his hold and shot him right in the chest.

“I’ve been shot!” He dramatically fell to the ground. 

The Golden Maknae turned around to see the commotion behind him, impressed by Miss Bangtan’s offense.

Turning around, Jennie saw Namjoon aiming to shoot Jungkook from behind. 

“Kook, duck!” She yelled and quickly shot Namjoon, who dramatically fell down.

“All right, time to go!” Jungkook scooped her up in his arms, bridal style. 

He started running, aiming to head to the elevator while Jen wrapped her arms around his neck, continuing to shoot at the members who tried to run after them. Jimin went down when he was shot but she couldn’t manage to hit Yoongi at all. 

Running right into the elevator, Jungkook set her down and quickly pressed the top floor button while Jen mashed the close door button.

“Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up!” She exclaimed as the door finally started closing.

Once it shut just in time before Yoongi could get inside, they sighed out of relief and relaxed. Jungkook took off the Captain America helmet and ruffled his hair.

“That was close.” he huffed as his chest rose and fell at a rapid rate. “You okay, Agent Carter?”

"All thanks to you. I'm fine,"

“Thanks for saving me out there.”

“Always. I got you,”

"I got you, first," he quoted Iron Man with a smile.

The elevator stopped and they noticed that it was not on the top floor yet as they saw Jin and Hobi once the doors opened. They all widened their eyes and yelled in shock. Jin and Hobi quickly tried to get inside while JenKook desperately tried to push them out the door.

Once they managed to get in, the door closed and continued its route to the top floor. Jennie jumped on Hobi’s back, putting him in a headlock as he screamed and tried to get her off. And Jungkook managed to playfully beat down Jin with no mercy.

“I raised you two! This is not how you treat the oldest member!” Jin exclaimed as he tried to block Jungkook’s hits.

When the elevator opened again, thanks to Hobi pressing one of the floors, Jin stumbled out of the elevator. Jennie, off of Hobi’s back while Jungkook went after him, got her leg grabbed by Jin as he tried to pull her out of the elevator.

Miss Bangtan started laughing and desperately tried to hold onto the elevator while Jin continued to drag her out. 

“Kook!” She yelled for help

“I got you!” Jungkook grabbed her hands and started to pull her back inside the elevator. 

Hobi started pushing the Golden Maknae out of the elevator next while Jin released Jennie as she went back in. The oldest member grabbed onto Jungkook instead. This time, Jennie tried to grab a hold of Jungkook, making sure he didn't stumble out of the elevator.

This was exhausting. They just won’t quit and leave the 97 Liners alone. All they wanted was a little revenge.

Jennie shoved Hobi out of the elevator and thankfully it closed so it could be a two on one assault against Jin. JenKook beat him down and he stayed on the floor, exhausted.

“You win! You win! I can’t do this anymore.” He gave up.

Once the elevator opened again, unfortunately, Namjoon happened to be on the floor and he quickly helped Jin while JenKook tried to wrestle him. Their guns were taken away by Hobi, so they were defenseless and had to use their hands instead.

“H-hey!” Jennie exclaimed when Jin managed to drag her out of the elevator to separate her from Jungkook. 

Namjoon continued to block Jungkook's way from going after her while Jin started dragging her away. 

“Jungkook!” She yelled but the elevator door closed with him still inside with Namjoon.

Jungkook felt a sense of annoyance. Of course, they would want to separate them. And now he had to deal with Namjoon as he tried to wrestle him. When the door opened again on the next floor, he made a run for it while the leader ran after him.

The Golden Maknae bumped into Taehyung and Jimin and he thought that he was done for but they went on to gang up on Namjoon instead.

“Find Ennie! I got this, Jungkookie. Go with Tae.” Jimin giggled, wanting Jennie and Jungkook to spend more time together.

To Jennie, she was over Jin’s shoulder while she tried to kick and squirm her way out but to no avail. She was already exhausted from running away and wrestling the members. After five minutes, she saw Jungkook nearby and he signaled her to remain quiet.

She watches as he and Taehyung snuck up on Jin. Taehyung decided to distract Jin and convince him to give Jennie to him instead. Once he set her down, he got attacked by him and Jungkook as Jin yelled about how much of a traitor Taehyung was.

Taehyung gestured for Jennie and Jungkook to hurry up and leave as they ran to the elevator and watched the doors close.

“Okay...” Jennie huffed. “This isn’t going to work. Take off the costume.”

“What?”

“This is too noticeable. As much as I love you in that costume, if we’re going to be stealthy, you can’t wear it. It’s too much exposure.” She began taking off the brown leather suspender.

Unzipping the top for him, she let him take over as he took the entire costume off, leaving him in his street clothes.

“So glad this is a reversible hoodie.” She unzipped her white hoodie and took it off her, turning it inside out so it was black. Putting it back on, she leaves it unzipped while she places her hair in a ponytail. It looked like a new outfit, already.

Jungkook averted his eyes when he caught a glimpse of her chest and his face turned pink. 

As she zipped up the hoodie, she placed the hood over her head. She turned to him and placed his hood over his head since he was wearing a light hoodie under the costume.

Once the elevator stopped back on the floor they stayed on, they walked out. 

“All right. Move now. Move fast. Put your arm around me.” She said as they kept their heads down, walking hastily. 

Walking through the hallway, their mission was to be able to escape everyone by going back to Jennie’s room. However, it seemed like that wouldn’t be happening because she could hear Namjoon and Hobi nearby.

“Crap...” She grumbled. “Stay there. I have a plan. I hope this works and they can walk the other way.” 

With Jungkook staying behind, he watched as she walked down the hallway with her phone against her ear. Her back was turned away from where Namjoon was walking.

Changing her voice, she ended up letting out a sob in English, "What!? What do you mean you're breaking up with me!?"

This caused Namjoon to quickly turn and go the other way, not wanting to be near the commotion.

“How dare you break up with me over the phone!? Excuse me!?" she went on, dramatically crying, while Jungkook tried his best not to laugh at her antics.

Once Jen managed to see Namjoon going the other way with Hobi, she dropped her act and sighed out of relief. Turning to Jungkook, she grinned. "Mission accomplished. Come on, maybe we can find Diana’s hotel room and hide out in there for the rest of the night. The members aren’t going to stop until they find us.”

“Good idea.”

They soon heard more members around the area, most likely Yoongi and Jin near the end of the hall. Hearing their voices getting closer, Jen backed Jungkook up against the nearest wall.

“I have another idea. This can go either good or bad. And I’m hoping for the good. And only if you’re comfortable with it.” She explained.

“What’s the idea?”

“Okay. Wrap your arms around me.”

“What?”

“Like Natasha Romanoff said to Steve Rogers, public displays of affection always make people uncomfortable.” She reminded, thinking about the movie. “You need to get touchy with me. So...can you act like we’re dating?” 

He blinked at her. “Act like we’re dating?”

“Yeah and maybe look at me like you would look at someone you love? Like...IU. You’re always fanboying about her, which I always think is cute. Pretend I’m IU.”

After a moment, she began to rethink her plan. Looking down, she nodded to herself. "Is that too much to ask? Okay then let's-"

She was cut off when her chin was suddenly lifted up to meet his gaze. She couldn't take her eyes off his mesmerizing stare as her stomach flipped once again. 

Jungkook made them switch places so she was now against the wall, maintaining eye contact.

There was that feeling again. Her body felt warm and her heart was starting to feel weird. Feeling his strong arms around her waist, she averted her eyes as he pulled her closer. 

"This okay?" he asked softly.

"Yeah. That’s good. Re-ally good.” she stuttered.

'She's nervous again...cute...' he thought.

“I don’t think couples are supposed to be nervous around each other.” He teased, making her stomach flip again.

How obvious was she?

“I’m not nervous,” she affirmed

“Then look at your boyfriend, honey.” He responded softly, playing the part with his confidence growing.

With those words, she couldn’t fight that broad smile on her face. Looking up, she held his stare and saw that adorable smile up close. A sense of joy came over her and she decided to wrap her arms around his neck. Standing on his toes, she leaned up close to him, pulling him down closer to her face as he pressed his forehead against hers.

“Your girlfriend is looking at you. Happy, Jungkook-ah?” She said his name affectionally, smiling sweetly.

Jungkook’s pupils dilated. “Don’t do that...” 

“Why not?” She teased. “Am I making you nervous, now?”

‘It’s because I can get used to you saying my name like that and it’s getting harder to resist kissing you.’ He thought to himself as he glanced at her lips.

Before he could say anything out loud, they heard Jin’s voice get louder. From the position they were in, it looked like they were about to kiss. They were playing the part of a couple showing affection in public well.

Jin walked around. “Let’s try this way-” He said but then began to back away once he saw them. “A-actually let’s go this way instead.” 

He turned away uncomfortably and left with Yoongi.

Even after the members left, Jennie and Jungkook stayed where they were, looking into each other's eyes. 

After a little while, she spoke up, "Kookie?"

"Yeah?"

"...I think they left,"

"...Sorry, I didn't notice," 

It seemed like they both reluctantly pulled away and Jungkook took a step back.

Suddenly, they noticed a maid near them with her cleaning equipment. And Jennie recognized the woman as Miss Joyce who she had seen before when she left Jungkook's room.

"Good evening," Miss Joyce greeted, glancing at the two. She gave Jennie a knowing look, smiling sweetly, pleased to see that they made up.

She definitely heard and saw all of that and Jen remembered the conversation she had with her about Jungkook not being her boyfriend and how they had a fight. And it looked like Miss Joyce's prediction of them making up came true.

The Golden Duo greeted her kindly in response.

'Not your boyfriend, huh? Adorable kids...' Miss Joyce chuckled to herself and walked down the hall.

Letting out a sigh, Jennie began to walk in the direction of Diana's room with him.

"Okay, to Diana's room we go," she announced. 

"Yes, ma'am," Jungkook replied with a grin.

"So, you still uncomfortable?” she asked, quoting Natasha.

He let out a chuckle, playing along, "Uncomfortable isn’t even the word to describe what I’m feeling.”

They shared a laugh and before they knew it they arrived at Diana's door. Jennie knocked a few times until she opened it, shaking her head.

"You two are going to be the death of me, do you hear? I know y'all got noise complaints from your Nerf battle. I heard a lot of yelling," Diana teased.

"Ah, we'll take the blame. It was worth it," Jennie chuckled as she walked in with Jungkook. "Can we hang here until the heat dies down?"

"By all means. I'm headed out anyway to go to the gym downstairs. Make yourselves comfortable," 

[corrodedbisexual]

A comparative study of dating dudes vs. chicks

Steddie | T | ~11.3k | AO3 link | now complete!

Featuring: Misunderstandings, Fake/Pretend Relationship (but not really), Mutual Pining, First Dates, Getting Together, Light Angst, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Humor, Confessions, First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Boys Kissing, Dorks In Love, Happy Ending

Eddie takes Steve on a date. For research, of course; or at least that's what he assumes from the start. He's just satisfying his straight friend's strange curiosity about gay dating, nothing more. The only problem is, Eddie's never been on an actual date in his life. And the guy he's taking is someone he's been pining after for months.

And yet now he thinks about today, about picking up the guy who’ll probably be wearing a polo shirt with a pristinely pressed collar, and having holes in his own shirt suddenly makes him feel even more inadequate than he did all week.

***

Eddie stares at his reflection in the mirror, spots a hole at the side of his T-shirt, groans and pulls it off over his head, throwing it in a corner with such a force as if the shirt has personally offended him. This is the third time he's changed shirts in ten minutes. It’s so fucking stupid; he's never cared about that sort of thing before. He didn't have much stuff, and he got used to wearing his shirts until they were threadbare; but it never bothered him, it felt like part of his whole metal, anarchical look. Why buy new stuff, when the old is still perfectly usable? Fuck consumer culture, giving money to companies who keep trying to convince you you absolutely need new things all the time.

Subconsciously, Eddie knows it’s not about the shirt. It’s a little too late to be thinking first impressions when someone’s seen you at your worst, with holes not just in your clothes but in your actual body. Covered in blood, your own as well as multiple otherworldly creatures’, and several days old grime, and some disgusting contents of your stomach that couldn’t handle the agonizing pain. Probably smelling like a fucking landfill site, too.

So yeah, really, it’s not about the state of his shirts. He’s just so out of his depth he’s spiraling. That’s why everything feels wrong, even his own clothes.

He never should have agreed to this. But what was he supposed to do, when Steve Harrington batted his pretty long lashes at him and suggested Eddie took him out?

***

It really was Eddie’s own fault. After listening to both his friends for several minutes - Robin gushing about how she and Vickie finally kissed, Steve about some girl he went out with, who was nice but they haven’t really clicked, apparently - when they asked him how his own weekend went, the devil on his shoulder prompted him to blurt out, “Actually, I was on a date too.” Was it jealously? Trying to belong? A stupid hope for some reaction from Steve? Who the fuck knows.

After guiltily coming up with some bullshit to answer Robin’s excited questions - yeah it was fine, yeah they did kiss, no they didn’t know the guy (at least he didn’t have to lie about that part and invent a girl; it was still a bit surreal, having friends he could be open with in that way) - a customer came in, and Robin, having lost a silent game of rock-paper-scissors with Steve, headed over to help him look for a movie. Eddie was left alone with Steve, who’d just been silently looking at him until that moment, an unreadable expression on his face. 

“So, like… You didn’t really say, what did you guys do? Where did you go for your date?” Steve asked, leaning forward on his elbows against the counter, something like genuine curiosity in his voice. 

“Uhm.” Eddie blinked, eyes darting around the store for something, anything, like an idea. With all of his dungeon master improv storytelling experience, his mind was suddenly blank.

Steve, thankfully, interpreted his silence in his own way.

“Shit. Sorry, dude, like, I didn’t mean to pry. I guess I’m just…” He rubbed the back of his neck, shrugging sheepishly. “I don’t know, just wondering. If it’s any different. From going on a date with a girl, I mean.” 

Good question, Steve. Wish I knew, because I’ve never actually been on a date, and it’s kind of pathetic, which, in hindsight, is probably why I lied to you guys.   

Thankfully, Steve’s last sentence gave him another bullshit excuse idea. He quickly compensated his inner turmoil with a huge grin. 

“Well, I wouldn’t know the difference, Stevie. Never romanced a lady myself,” he said, pressing a head to his chest.

Steve laughed, a little awkwardly. 

“Right. Good point. Sorry.”

Despite still grinning on the outside, Eddie felt terrible. As if it weren’t enough, the guilt of lying to his friends, now he was making fun of Steve for asking a genuine question. Something he should be fucking grateful for. He was very aware of the fact that few straight guys in this world would be such close friends with a dude they knew was gay, much less try and engage in an earnest conversation about the queer part of his life.

But what else was he supposed to say? Admit that his dating life was actually a fucking joke? So of course he hid behind the familiar shield of humor and teasing. 

“You’re the one with some background for comparison, though.” Eddie tilts his head, tongue peeking through the teeth in his playful grin. “Maybe you should get a guy to ask you out. For research, you know. Write a paper about it someday. A comparative study of dating dudes vs. chicks, by Steven Harrington, PhD.” 

Steve laughed at that, his cheeks suddenly tinted a pretty pink. And then, he looked up and all but stopped Eddie’s heart with his response. 

“Huh. Yeah, maybe I should.”

Eddie must have been silently gaping at him for way too long, his brain struggling to process the words, because Steve hurried to add with a teasing smile, “For research, of course.”

“Of course,” Eddie replied dumbly. 

“Lucky for me,” Steve continued, dropping his gaze down to the store keys he was fiddling with, “I actually know a certain someone who dates guys. Unless, I mean, he’s committed to seeing the mystery man from this weekend.”

Right. Super committed to dating an imaginary dude. Eddie dropped his head, trying hard not to laugh at the absurdity of it all. When he finally looked up, Steve was still looking at him expectantly, getting visibly nervous by the minute, like he was worried he crossed a line in their friendship, or something. 

“Just to clarify, Steve,” Eddie spoke, trying his best to sound casual. “You’re suggesting that I should take you out.”

Steve looked down for a moment, biting his lip, then back up to Eddie.

“Yup. You should.”

“On a… date.”

“Uh-huh.”

“For research.” 

“Uh.” Steve looked taken aback for a moment, but then, he chuckled. “Right, for research. It’s not like they make movies about that sort of thing. How else am I supposed to write my paper?” He grinned.

Eddie regarded him for another moment. It was a terrible idea. It was bad enough he was having more and more trouble keeping a proper distance from Steve, never letting his occasional flirting falter outside the somewhat acceptable appearance of friendly teasing. His brain screamed at him to shut this whole insane plan down, but his heart was screaming louder. 

Actually getting to experience a date? With Steve, of all the guys? Even if it wasn’t the real deal? Yeah, there’s no way he could turn that down.

“You’re a really weird dude, Steve Harrington.” Eddie shook his head, a resigned sigh escaping his lips. “Pick you up next Saturday? Around, say, three o’clock?”

“A daytime date?” Steve raised his eyebrows, and Eddie panicked for a moment. Had he fucked up already? Did people only do dates in the evenings? 

But Steve smiled and added, “Cool. I’m excited for whatever you’ve got planned.”

“Get ready to get your mind blown, Harrington!” Eddie called out, backing towards the door in a way he hoped didn’t look like running away.

***

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[breninarthur]

almost - an'da/kallian

rated g, 1048 words. awkwardness, embarrassment, sickfic (kinda).

for oc kiss week! an'da eolasa belongs to @about2dance - i hope you like it <3

It had been almost three weeks since Kallian fell ill. Almost three weeks of nobody knowing what exactly was wrong with her. 

She’d been bedridden, delirious, experiencing hot and cold flashes, waking up in cold sweats and screaming from pernicious nightmares… and the pain. Each day was a countdown to when her next migraine would hit, or her knee would lock up, or her skin felt as though it had been sunburned twice over.

And each day, An’da would come.

She tried every remedy she knew, and when they ran out, she invented new ones. Though they hadn’t gotten to the bottom of Kallian’s illness yet, An’da always knew how to alleviate the pain. Spindleweed for the intermittent fevers, Prophet’s Laurel leaves for the headaches, an elfroot salve for the skin, heat for the joints when ice didn’t work… it was endless, but the only thing that felt like a chore was the not knowing. It was frustrating, caring for someone without being able to make the hurt go away permanently.

But she was working on it.

“An’da,” Kallian grinned as the healer walked into the room that would likely have a permanent medicinal scent to it after all the herbs she’d used.

“How are you feeling?” she asked with a warm smile. Her friend looked much better than she had. Pale, but lucid and not screaming crying, which was an incredible improvement.

“Better,” Kallian said, sighing happily. “A little bored, maybe. I was thinking I could probably pop down to the training grounds, help the newer recruits with—”

“Absolutely not,” An’da cut across, raising an eyebrow. There was no heat to her words, just as there had been no sincerity in Kallian’s. She was merely pushing her luck, as usual.

“Fine.” Kallian sighed dramatically, slumping back and rolling her eyes, a faint smile still tugging at her lips. “I suppose you’ll just have to keep me entertained, then.”

An’da chuckled. “And how should I do that?”

Kallian seemed to falter at that. Her eyes flicked back and widened just a fraction. She looked as though she wanted to say something, but changed her mind at the last minute.

“Oh, it looks like your flush is back,” An’da muttered, leaning closer to inspect the red in her cheeks and gently touch her forehead.

“No, it’s just…” Kallian laughed weakly, trailing off. Her eyes darted between An’da’s for a moment, wide and panicking for some reason.

“Are you alright?” An’da asked her quietly, furrowing her brow as she searched Kallian’s face.

“Yes!” she yelped, brushing her hand away suddenly and bolting upright. “You know what, I think I just need to get moving. Could you help me up, please?”

An’da tried to protest, but Kallian was already on the move, swinging her legs out of bed with grunts of effort and gritted teeth. An’da’s hands shot out to hold her steady, cupping her elbows as Kallian swayed on her feet and clutched at her friend’s shoulders.

“Maker…” Kallian whispered, squeezing her eyes shut. “I’m sorry.”

“What? What for?”

“I was just trying to get away from you,” she muttered, shaking her head.

An’da blinked in surprise and hurt, taking a step back. Had she done something wrong? Was she being too overbearing? Maybe the Warden wanted to heal on her own terms, or—

“Not like that!” Kallian blurted out, her eyes snapping open again. “It’s… I just… I’m… ugh!”

She held An’da tighter, and looked into her eyes as if that was enough, as if the words wouldn’t come any other way. But An’da looked lost. Kallian sighed.

“These past few weeks… well, before that, really, this just sort of… look, I’m just trying to say… I-I think you’re amazing, An’da. You’re kind, and talented, and beautiful, and…”

An’da’s mind went blank. Her cheeks flooded with heat and her mouth opened wordlessly. When she’d decided to take care of Kallian, she’d considered the possible outcomes. The Grey Warden was notoriously stubborn, she seemed the type to refuse treatment and bedrest. People said she was grumpy, and not the type to follow orders, especially when those orders were to do nothing.

This had never been on the cards.

“Am I mental?” she continued. “Or do you… I don’t know, see something in me too?”

Did she? Memories rapidly flicked through An’da’s mind. Kallian laughing hysterically at one of Varric’s jokes, tears streaming down her cheeks. Kallian crying, helplessly clinging to An’da as her body was wracked with pain. Kallian’s ferocity on the battlefield, grinning with blood on her teeth. Kallian and the softness she’d only showed her dog, until recently.

“I…”

What was she supposed to say? Yes? Was that even the truth?

Kallian nudged forwards, ever so slightly.

An’da was frozen.

Kallian’s eyes darted down to her lips and back. She waited, as though she were asking permission but hadn’t the bravery to voice her intentions.

An’da didn’t know what to say, couldn’t say anything, but found herself paying attention to how Kallian’s tongue darted out for a split second before she was leaning in again.

Closer, closer, and An’da’s eyes fluttered shut.

Their noses brushed, and that was enough.

This was wrong.

“I can’t,” An’da said sternly, stepping back while making sure the other elf wasn’t about to topple over. “You aren’t well, Kallian. It… wouldn’t be appropriate.”

To say the least.

Kallian nodded weakly. “Right… sorry.”

“It’s—”

“No, you’re right, you’re right. Creators, that was bold, wasn’t it?” she laughed, feeble and forced. She wouldn’t meet her eyes. “Maybe I really do need rest.”

An’da smiled gently as Kallian nervously twisted the ring on her finger. “We can talk properly when you’re feeling better.”

She helped the Warden back into bed, who kept apologising profusely despite An’da’s assurances that it was alright.

“I’ll see you later,” the healer murmured, as she shut the door behind her.

She paused for a minute as she processed everything that happened. It was… confusing, and too much to think about all in one go. Besides, though Kallian seemed better, there was no guarantee that whatever had been ailing her was gone. There was still work to do.

As An’da set off towards the herb gardens, she couldn’t help but smile at the muffled groan of embarrassment that came from Kallian’s room.

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