#and if i do find a roommate what if its just going to affect me mentally if their horrible???

[yongseungkim]

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[t-lostinworlds]

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[h0ck3yl0v3r]

sparks fly

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lh43 x childhood!bestfriend

warnings: none?!?!

she missed him, and he missed her. with hockey season starting he was a mess. they had gotten paired together for a project in their english class. it was awkward, none of them knowing what to say.

The way you move is like a full-on rainstorm

And I'm a house of cards

they sat in class trying to figure out the topic they should research about. still no words spoken, luke couldn’t help but admire her as she worked. the way her hair kept falling in front of her face, and how she bit the top of her pen from nerves, and the way her eyes were so beautiful.

And you stood there in front of me

Just close enough to touch

Close enough to hope you couldn't see

What I was thinking of

after an hour right before class ended, the two finally found a topic to research on. they settled on how miscommunication can affect ones life. ironic isnt it he thought.

“hey y/n” luke said trying to catch up the girl in a hurry to get back to her dorm.

“what do you want luke.” she said turning to look at the youngest hughes.

“i was wondering if maybe you’d wanna meet after my game, you don’t have to go to it but i figured itd be best if we talk and clear the air since we got paired together.” he said in one breath looking down at her looking for a response.

“okay.” thats all she said. “okay, ill text you after the game, bye y/n.” he said softly, “bye luke” she whispered softly watching him leave.

Drop everything now

Meet me in the pouring rain

Kiss me on the sidewalk

Take away the pain

tonight was a big game, the game against msu. yost was packed, luke was in the locker rooms trying to prepare himself for the game but all he could think about was the one girl who truly made him happy that he hurt. as for her, she was finding her way through yost being dragged out of her dorm by her roommate who was dating one of the players.

as the team skated out for warm ups all the girl could think about was when she’d always attend lukes games, how cute he was in his element, how passionate and focused he is once he hits the ice. she couldnt help but notice how the lighting brought out his green eyes, and how his small smile still has a hold on her.

'Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down

Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around

the game ended well, umich winning and luke scoring a hat trick, during his third goal in the third period he finally saw you, pointing at you during his celly. your heart melted at that, almost forgetting entirely about why you were mad at him.

My mind forgets to remind me

You're a bad idea

luke quickly finished changing back into his normal attire as you waited for him outside the locker rooms.

once he came out he gave you a small smile which you did the same back.

“care to go for a little walk m’lady?” he said and you couldn’t help but laugh and nod.

you guys walked in a comfortable silence before taking a break on a bench near his dorm.

“congrats by the way, you did amazing tonight.” you said looking up at him a d he smiled whispering a soft thank you.

“i know i said i wanted to talk to clear the air because of the project but it’s more than that.” he said and you nodded for him to continue “im sorry for everything, truly. i miss you so much it physically hurts and i know its not fair the way i treated you, i don’t expect you to forgive me but i just want you to hear my side of the story. i pushed you away because i thought you deserved someone better, someone who could be there all the time, and to have someone you wont have to worry about having to leave one day and do long distance. but in reality i did it to protect myself, because im in love with you, and i didnt want to have to face losing my best friend, or the heartbreak of when i have to leave for the pro’s but i realize now all i want is you, my whole life, its been you.” his voice cracking and leg bouncing from anxiety. you placed your hand on his knee softly rubbing it to comfort him. “lu, i thought you didn’t like me because you became so distant and went after so many other girls, so i never said anything to protect myself, i was so in love with you, the night i left i had cried to quinny, i thought i never had a chance so i pushed myself away too. but im still so in love with you, no matter how much i try to push it away” you said softly as he cupped your face caressing it softly, “i thought you knew, i gave so many hints” and you looked at him confused, “remember all times in high school when guys tried to hit on you and i immediately scared him away, or whenever id call you after a bad game, or when all i ever wanted was to be with you so i came over for like three days, holding your hand or cuddling watching movies that it came to a point my mom had to drag me back home. i thought you knew.” he said tears now falling softly down both of your faces. “im so sorry lu, i never picked up on any of that, i thought it was just because we were best friends.” he wiped your tears away “we were always more than best friends, so much for miscommunication huh? we better get an A on that project” he joked and you couldn’t help but crack a smile and laugh. and as the clouds began crying too, for the first time luke hughes kissed you. the most soft passionate kiss ever. “i love you.” he said pulling away resting his forehead on yours “i love you luke hughes.”

And the sparks fly

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[moonpascaltoo]

POE DAMERON    

╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all poe dameron stories i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, let me know <3) some will have summaries if provided <3

MASTERLIST • OSCAR ISAAC CHARACTERS • 09/01/24

poe dameron one

@the-little-ewok ☼ a sincere apology Poe Dameron simply can’t just get drunk and pass out, can he? Oh no. He has to go one better; full throttle and put himself into yet another dangerous situation. And while he offers an apology you want him to show you just how sorry he is. ☼ im scared Poe teases you after your first experience with a sandstorm. ☼ stay Poe is scared to love you... and about to make the biggest mistake of his life... does he have time to get you back before you leave forever?

@writingsoftheloser ☼ deflection, deflection Poe's back from a mission but he can't find you.

@never--doubt ☼ full-time problem In a universe where everyone has timers that freeze when they meet their soulmates, it’s hard to focus on that when a war is brewing. What will Rey and Finn do when they figure out that Poe has already found his soulmate? ☼ ruin the friendship     Poe Dameron has been your best friend since you can remember, and your roommate for years now. When Rey says something about your dating life in reference to Poe, will that change how you view him? Is there more between you both than just friendship? [Modern AU!]

@light-yaers  ☼ sweet escape Being a Resistance newbie was always going to have its challenges, but you’d never expected them in the form of Poe Dameron; Black Leader, heart-throb of the fucking Resistance; being your bunkmate from day one. You realise he isn’t someone you want to indulge in early on, but the more you treat him coldly, the more he latches onto you.

@reallyrallyauthor  ☼ first loves Rekindling the romance you’d had with Poe as teenagers takes a backseat to the war and the Resistance. But when he convinces you to join up, you have no idea if you can finally be together, or if you should find someone who puts you first.

@campingwiththecharmings   ☼ birthday It's Poe's birthday and all he wants is to spend it with you.

@ramblers-lets-get-ramblin ☼ let’s get physical When Commander Dameron enters the base gym during your workout, you find yourself distracted.

@eyelessfaces ☼ i don’t love you like i did yesterday it’s not because he, poe dameron, gives you more attention and affection than your own boyfriend ever will that you are in love with him. ☼ just in case while fiddling with bb–8's memory, you stumble onto an audio message– poe's prerecorded goodbyes.

@freelancearsonist         ☼ what now

@spctrsgf ☼ rocks and faulty plans you and poe make an unexpected stop to a rocky planet. with a broken ship.

[a-polite-melody]

I’m not going to do this directly on the post that inspired this one, because there is some legitimate venting about how difficult a situation it becomes to live in and whatnot and I guarantee bringing this up there would only go negatively for me instead of actually helping people to dismantle internalized ableist mentalities they have, so here’s its own post:

It is definitely necessary to bring up the issues that arise from allowing lack-of-cleaning to get to having health hazards around.

What’s not necessary is saying that anyone who is in a state where they are unable to clean and have black mold now acting as a health hazard is just “people so deep into the online buzzword salad of ‘the leftism leaving people’s bodies when mental illness affects your hygiene’ that they’re simply choosing not to care about cleaning and should just get off their lazy asses and actually clean because it’s okay to skip brushing your teeth or showering once in a while but it’s not okay to live with black mold because that makes your quality of life worse.”

Like… I mean first of all, how do you manage to acknowledge that black mold is a health hazard and not understand that the symptoms of black mold actively make it then even harder to deal with that black mold, and then just say “just clean” as the answer and not understand there’s some ableism you’re holding onto.

No, I don’t think it’s okay to be living in filth. But the answer isn’t to lecture people on why it’s bad to be living in filth. And that—the mentality on display—is hilariously exactly the leftism leaving you because you personally can Just Push Yourself to clean and not end up in conditions with mold and so Everyone Else in that situation is being Lazy or Making Excuses and not actually in need of Serious Aid.

I’m not saying you personally need to be that aid. If you have a roommate, for example, who is not cleaning, it’s not even your job to find out why. You don’t have to personally live with someone who cannot clean or chip in to clean the living space. But the solution isn’t to say that Everyone Can clean their living space fine actually and some people are just Choosing Not To because they’re lazy lefties using their mood disorders as excuses.

There are people who require full-time carers who currently do not have them, just for a start, and they will look pretty indistinguishable from someone ~simply choosing~ to not clean their living spaces if all you’re looking at is the fact they’ve let the space get that gross and saying “this is the whole ‘the leftism leaving people’s bodies when mental illness affects your hygiene’ taken Too Far!!”

(The fact you think there’s a Too Far there is literally the problem. And the fact that the solution is shunning someone out of laziness instead of looking for what caused the problem to get so bad and figuring out ways to prevent that.)

[andreafmn]

Collision | Chapter 27

Word Count: 3.2K

Story Description: (Y/N) Uley is back home after being away for four years. Her life is at its first standstill and she is taking this time to find out who she is without school. But she never thought that coming back to the reservation would turn her whole life around. In the midst of secrets and mystery, a man crashes into (Y/N)’s and her life will never be the same.

A/N: omg, this one is also coming to an end very soon 🫣🫣

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The longer (Y/N) remained in the Cullen house, the more she felt the walls closing in on her. For a moment, she couldn't distinguish the difference between dreams and reality. It all seemed like a horrible nightmare she couldn't shock herself awake from.

As soon as the tickets were bought and a plan was laid out, the girl ran outside. The smell of pine and wet dirt filled her nose, and for the first time in hours, she felt like she could breathe. The house taunted her as she leaned against her truck, trying to fill her lungs with air, tears burning the back of her eyes.

(Y/N) wanted to be strong. She wanted the vampires in the house to believe nothing they had done had affected her. Her heart had been shattered, but she had persevered. In fact, she had come out of the other end better than she had been left.

But she had been strong for long enough. She had swallowed her tears, and she had slipped on a mask. She had been pretending to be strong long before she knew that's what she was doing. Pretending to be okay had become her second nature.

Yet, everything breaks at some point. All the pressure—years and years of suppression—is bound to make even the strongest diamond break.

A tightness spread through (Y/N)'s chest, stopping her lungs from receiving oxygen. It had her gasping for air, taking as many breaths as her body allowed her. But it hazed her sight and numbed her limbs, pulling her to the ground as she tried to regain her composure. Still, try as she might, her body betrayed her. It raced her heart and forced tears to fall from her eyes, making her ache for air like a fish out of water.

"Hey, hey, (Y/N)," she heard distantly. "You need to focus on your breathing, okay?"

"I-I-I c-can't," the girl stammered.

"Yes, you can, (Y/N)," Theo said as she placed her cold hand on her cheeks, snapping her eyes to the vampire. "Focus on me. Copy what I'm doing."

Though she didn't need it, Theo took in deep breaths through her nose and exhaled through her mouth, keeping her gaze firmly on (Y/N). She took her friend's hands in hers and tried her best to keep her focus. She spoke slowly and calmly, instructing the girl's breaths and pulling her attention from the attack.

It was almost a play-by-play of the day the two had met.

(Y/N) hadn't realized just how scary it would be to find herself alone in a new school with faces she didn't recognize. The moment Sam and her mother moved her into her room, she found herself so alone. Her roommate had not shown up, and she'd been informed moments after that she had been unenrolled from the school. Without a roommate and without her family for the first time, the girl felt truly and completely alone.

She had been able to go on for almost a month. Classes kept her distracted enough during the day, and all students were forced to eat breakfast together, but at night, she still had to go back to an empty room, and she still sat by herself every lunchtime and dinnertime. The only thing that kept her sane was the picture of Sam and Allison on her last birthday by her bed. She didn't want to call and worry them. She'd already written to them every two weeks like she had promised, and even then, she felt she was bothering them too much.

The girl had just finished an English class when suddenly, her books flew everywhere, and her knees scraped against the hardwood floor. People around her laughed at their teenage insensitivity, but it was the words of one particular girl that struck her the hardest.

"I think it's better that you go back where you came from," she had spat. "Although I guess some scholarship girl should be used to being at our feet."

(Y/N) hadn't been able to look into the girl's eyes before she felt her chest wrenching from lack of air. Students lost interest in her seconds later, leaving her to scramble for her things as she fought against her own body. One more minute, and she was left alone in the seemingly never-ending hallway.

The lockers around inched closer to her as the seconds ticked by, taking over the little air that remained for her. Her eyes blurred, and her skin pebbled with sweat, all while her lungs screamed at her to breathe.

The tingling started at the tops of her fingers, like ants eating at her veins, and spread to her legs. She was numb and oversensitive all at once, yet she had no control over it. Her body was going crazy, and she had no control over it.

"Hey, hey," she heard a voice call out from a distance. "You need to focus on your breathing, okay? You're having a panic attack."

(Y/N) felt cold hands against her arms, and her eyes snapped back into focus. Before her stood a black-haired girl with striking blue eyes. She wore a burgundy polo, letting her know she was a junior.

"I-I-I c-can't b-breathe."

"I know, honey," the girl said. "Just do what I do, alright? Focus on me."

The older girl took deep breaths through her nose and exhaled through her mouth, telling (Y/N) to do the same. She didn't let go of her hands at any moment, instead keeping her centered with her touch and soft words. Her voice lulled her into a rare sense of calm she had not felt in a while and helped even out her racing heartbeat.

(Y/N) couldn't understand how this girl who knew nothing about her had stopped to help her, even after the tardy bell had rung. Unlike the peers she had shared for four weeks who had laughed at her and walked away without sparing her a second glance.

What she hadn't known was that those few minutes had been excruciating for the girl helping her. (Y/N)'s knees had been spilling small droplets of blood and had been testing the vampire's resolve. It had taken everything in her not to pounce on the girl's neck and expose her identity. But for some reason, she hadn't been able to just walk away.

"How're you feeling now?" the girl asked as (Y/N)'s breathing evened out. "Any better?"

"Y-yes," (Y/N) croaked. "Thank you."

"No need to thank me. Some kids here don't understand common decency," she chuckled. "I'm Theo, by the way. Well, Theodora, but my friends call me Theo."

"I'm (Y/N)," the young girl responded.

"Well, nice to meet you, (Y/N)," Theo smiled. "How are you finding Greenfield?"

"Lonelier than I was expecting," she admitted with a dry chuckle. "I don't even have a roommate, and clearly, I'm not doing good at making friends."

"Then consider me your first official friend."

"Don't take this in a bad way, but why?" (Y/N)questioned. "I mean, you're a junior. I'm just a freshman."

"Eh, I don't really care about those things," she shrugged. "We all need someone, (Y/N). I'm good with being someone for you."

Theo had become the someone (Y/N) had needed for the next two years. She'd encouraged her to meet new people, she guided her in the direction of a few internships. Theo had even been the one to guide her through a dual-enrollment and started her on her path to medicine. She had been everything she had ever wanted in a friend. Except honest.

As the girl calmed, that realization dawned upon her. The Theo she had met in Greenfield had only been the vampire's mask. The girl that was standing before her was the real one, all golden eyes and perfect skin. She had pretended to be her friend for years, but she had disappeared the moment she needed her the most.

Everyone needs someone. That much she knew was true. However, Theo clearly was not the right person for (Y/N).

"How are you feeling?" Theo asked. "Any better?"

"I'm fine," she croaked, pulling her hand from the girl's grasp. "I can handle things by myself."

"I don't doubt that, (Y/N)," the vampire said. "But we all need someone, (Y/N)."

"Why do you care?" she spat. "After all this time of silence and no contact, why do you care now?"

Theo's expression twisted in confusion, clearly unaware of what the Uley girl spoke of. "What do you mean, (Y/N)?" she questioned. "Did you not get my letters?"

"What letters?"

"I've been sending letters to your home since I left for New York, (Y/N). Since I never heard back, I assumed you just didn't want to talk to me anymore," Theo confessed. "I stopped for some time, trying to give you some space. But when I saw what you were going through after... well, you know, I couldn't help but reach out. And yet again, I never got a response."

"I... I've never gotten a letter from you, Theo," the girl muttered. "Are you sure you sent them to the correct address?"

"I didn't break into the school and look at your personal file to get things wrong," she chuckled. "I'm a hundred percent sure I sent them to your mom's house. And I never got a return to sender post, so I just assumed you threw them away."

Suddenly, a thought popped into (Y/N)'s head. "Sam always gets the mail for mom and I," she mumbled under her breath. "And when he didn't, Paul was the one that got it. But... no. They wouldn't..."

"I don't know what they would or wouldn't do, but I did send those letters," Theo said. "I wished there was more that I could have done for you, but I couldn't without revealing what I really am and crossing into enemy territory. I tried to reach out the only way I thought I could."

"I just thought you'd forgotten about me after you left for New York," she muttered. "I even tried to email you, but the school deactivated your school email after you graduated. I felt like an idiot for trying to contact you when I thought you didn't want anything to do with me. I mean, you were a college student, and I was just a junior in high school."

"Well, a junior in high school and college," Theo teased as she bumped her shoulder softly into (Y/N)'s. "I didn't want to lose contact with you, (Y/N). But I always knew it was something that had to happen at some point—back when you didn't know everything, of course. Humans and vampires, it's just something that isn't meant to last."

"Yeah," (Y/N) scoffed defeatedly. "That's something I learned the hard way."

Theo remained quiet for a second, pondering over her next words carefully. "Would you have allowed him to turn you, then?" she asked tentatively. "Would you really have become one of us?"

"If he had asked me, I think I would have," (Y/N) admitted. "Now, I'm not even sure I want to be in the same state as him."

"You still love him, don't you?"

"I don't want to."

"But you do," Theo stated. "Which is why you agreed to get him home. Which is why you're helping him and his family even after all they did. But you must know you don't have to do this if you don't want to."

"W-what?" (Y/N) questioned in disbelief. "After all that begging, you're telling me there's another way?"

"Not exactly another way, but Esme and I will find a way to get him back," she said. "I didn't want to mention anything in front of her because she's already so distraught from losing her best friend, but you have a choice here, (Y/N). You don't owe them anything, okay? Not even me."

(Y/N) took a moment to ruminate on Theo's words. She'd known deep inside that she could deny them help, but she hadn't felt like it was a real option. The guilt alone would have consumed her, taking her body hostage from the inside out. Even if Carlisle couldn't die, he was doing the closest thing to it. "No, I want to help," she replied. "Regardless of everything that has happened, I want to help."

"Only if you're sure, (Y/N)."

"I am," she smiled. "I'll see you tonight, Theo."

"(Y/N)..."

"I'm okay, Theo," she said. "I'll see you soon."

The ride back home filled (Y/N) with anger and uncertainty. She had carried some buried resentment toward Theo since the girl had left the boarding school. The one girl that had gone out of her way to build her up into who she was had disappeared as quickly as she had come to her life. And she never got a reason why.

She had spent years thinking she was disposable, that she had lost the only friend she had made at school to distance and disinterest. Instead, someone had decided to try their hand at playing god and had believed they knew more than the universe's will. The only culprits he could think that would do that were the very ones who had been tasked to keep others like Theo away from their land. But she couldn't believe they would do something like that for years. Not to her.

Still, she had no time to ponder over the betrayal as she searched her room for a duffel bag to fill with the first clothes she could find. The girl ran from corner to corner, packing essentials and some non-essentials as well. It was her first time flying across the country to save her vampire ex-boyfriend from eternal hunger and punishment after he had shattered her heart—she didn't know what to pack.

All she knew was that she had very little time before she had to drive all the way back to the Cullen's land.

"What are you doing?" Paul's voice suddenly filled her room. "You smell like them."

"I'm going to New York with Esme and a friend to save Carlisle," she responded without taking her gaze off the clothes she was folding. "We leave as soon as I'm done here."

"So you decided to help," Sam interjected. "I thought seeing the bloodsuckers again would make you hate them. Serves me right for believing their charms wouldn't work again on my sister."

The spite in her brother's voice pierced her heart with calculated precision. He had only spoken with kind and supportive words while the vampires were away, and there was no sign they would come back. He had stood by his sister's side and told her what she wanted to hear, except when she needed him the most—except when she had finally made a decision he did not like. "You always knew there was a possibility I would go," she said through gritted teeth. "And they didn't work any charms on me. My mind had been made up before I even got there."

"We have enough with the ones that came back," Sam said. "Why do you have to bring another one?"

"Because his family deserves to have him here. He's not just your enemy, Sam. He's also a father and a friend, and they miss him. It is not my place to keep him away."

"After all we did to keep them from you," Paul mumbled under his breath, thinking she couldn't hear him.

But she did. "Oh, I know all about what you've done," (Y/N) spat. "Like keeping letters from me sent by the only friend I had in school. Where are they, huh, Sam? Did you chase the mailman until you got them?"

"How did you...?"

"That friend I'm going to New York with? Turns out she's a vampire, and she's the one that had sent those letters," she said. "Letters I didn't even catch a glance of since you and Paul had always been so kind to bring our mail in."

"I was trying to protect you, (Y/N)," her brother argued. "Those things have no place here."

"They are your enemies, Sam! Not mine," she exclaimed. "I thought she hated me. I thought the one friend I had made outside of the reservation hated me because she hadn't reached out. Come to find out, it was you that had been keeping her away."

"Those letters reeked of leech," he scoffed. "I was doing you a favor. Those things are poison, (Y/N)."

"That should be my decision to make! You took that from me, Sam. Both of you," she fumed. "People have always looked down on me. Whether it be for where I was born, how much money I have, or who my father is. I can count on one hand the people who wanted to be my friends without you intervening. Theo was the only person in that school who saw me as a person. I wasn't Sam's little sister or the smartest person in class. I was simply a person. And you made me think all of that had been a lie. You made me feel unlovable, replaceable."

"She's a vampire."

"She's my friend!" (Y/N) yelled. "Look, I don't need to explain why or why those letters mattered to me. What I care about is that you took away my choice to decide on the matter. I'm not a child anymore, Sam. I do not need you to make decisions for me."

"Are you sure about that, (Y/N)?" Sam fumed. "You fall for one leech, he breaks your heart, and you turn into a depressed alcoholic. I missed one delivery from those bloodsuckers on your birthday, and it sent you down a spiral that had you in bed for days. From where I'm standing, I did you a favor by burning those letters."

Tears threatened to spill from the girl's eyes as anger bubbled inside her. She wanted to believe her brother's ire was misdirected, that his poignant words were jabbing at marble skin. But it was her he was speaking them to, and she wasn't made of impenetrable skin. "If that's what you believe," she said in a scary and calm tone. "But we'll need to table discussion for later. I can't be late."

(Y/N) walked past her brother and her friend, her bag in tow and her anger boiling in her veins. She knew the longer she stayed, the more likely she'd say something she regretted. Unlike the wolves, she couldn't let her ire consume her—there was no telling when she'd come out once she allowed the darkness to take over.

She was in her truck and ready to go when a knock at her side startled her. "What do you want, Paul?"

"Don't go, (Y/N)," he said. "He's not good for you."

"No one will ever be. Not to you. Not to Sam," she scoffed. "But it doesn't matter because I'm not getting back together with him. I'm only returning him where he belongs—to his family."

"We have enough leeches across the pond. We don't need one more."

"This is not about you or the wolves, Paul," she argued. "This is about a family that is shattered."

"They didn't care when you were the one that was broken."

"Lucky I'm not them," she said. "Now, go away unless you want me to run you over."

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[piratefalls]

“You are", he says, "the absolute worst idea I've ever had.” - me @ ao3 after watching the movie and thinking "there's probably fic for this."

i like lists. i've lost sleep reading fic like it's gonna disappear the second i look away. i'm making my problem yours. i'm sure a lot of these won't be new to people since they pre-date the movie and it's far from comprehensive but. i'm late to this party. i also can't make gifs, so enjoy the basic canva header.

(baby) don't make me spell it out by extasiswings

One night near the end of first semester 1L finals, just a few weeks before the two-year anniversary of their first kiss, Alex finds himself looking up from his desk with its messy piles of color-coded notes and tabbed textbooks to see Henry asleep on the couch, clearly having dozed off waiting for him to come to bed, and unbidden he thinks, God, I’m going to marry this man. It startles him, the spike of adrenaline that floods through him waking him up and bringing the parts of his brain turning over concepts like proximate cause and strict liability to a standstill as he stares at Henry. I want to marry this man.

God Save the Blessed American President Mom by zipadeea

["June stopped by at lunch; she showed me a delightful channel called Hallmark, which repeats the same story every hour after they swap one round of white, straight, small-town conventionally beautiful actors for another. It was entertaining.” “June and I used to play a drinking game with those. Take a shot every time someone goes ice skating, sledding, or leaves the big city for their tiny hometown.” “Good lord, you must’ve been sloshed in the first ten minutes.”] -- On December 4, 2021, an attempt is made on President Ellen Claremont's life. Alex gets shot instead.

Familiar Gravity by cmere

“Yeah,” Alex breathes, and he pulls back to look Henry in the eyes. “I’ve been fantasizing about you fucking me in this chair for, like, weeks. Every time you sit down here with your stupid book.”   Henry likes it when Alex speaks Spanish and Alex has a request.

Am I the Asshole? by everwitch

AITA for spending Valentine’s Day with my roommate instead of my boyfriend? It’s well past midnight on a Saturday and hardly the first time Alex has scrolled aimlessly on his phone instead of trying to sleep, but it’s definitely the first goddamn time Alex has discovered his roommate has made a lengthy post about last night’s curry debacle to r/AmItheAsshole — a post that’s apparently gone fucking viral. -- In which Alex and Henry are college roommates, and a few thousand strangers think they should fuck.

Everybody needs good neighbours by railmedaddy

To nora(9.37pm): So a funny thing happened My hot neighbour brought me the mcflurry i ordered and we fucked From nora (9.38pm): WHAT DETAILS NOW Which neighbour? Wait, you only have one hot neighbour. Alex, did you fuck a guy?!?!?! ALEX Or Alex meets a hot new neighbour. Shenanigans ensue.

A Picture on Your Corkboard by bleedingballroomfloor

It happens on a random morning in May when Alex, age fourteen, pads into the kitchen to greet his mother and steal a waffle from June's plate and sees a man sitting at their breakfast counter, reading a newspaper, a cup of coffee raised to his lips. Like he belongs. Like it's the most natural thing in the world. June doesn't seem to give the man a second thought. She merely flicks Alex on the forehead and takes back the waffle. Ellen isn't worrying, either. In fact, she's talking to him. Asking what his schedule is like. Making plans for dinner. Alex has never seen this man before in his life.

this is the worthwhile fight by dearhappy

It's not that Henry's scared of their future, he's never been more sure of anything in his life. The thing is they're still trying to figure out how that future is going to look. And he worries about how it'll affect Alex's career in politics.

Déjame Ver Cómo Es Que Floreces by 14carrotgold

Oscar gets in close and bluntly asks, “Earlier. In the bathroom. Did you do it?” Alex scoffs, “No. Don't be a perv. Why would you wanna know that anyway?” Oscar rolls his eyes. “Mind out of the gutter, chamaco. Did you propose?” Ah.  - Henry is introduced to the extended Diaz side of the family at their matriarch's birthday. Shenanigans (and romance and feelings) ensue.

Please Don't Let Me Be So Understood by chamel

“I’m glad you both see it that way,” Dr. Chen says. Then she closes her notebook and folds her hands on top of it. “I think I’m starting to get a sense of where the issues lie. The good news is that you’re both here, and you’re both willing to work on this relationship. That’s promising. Not all of the couples I see are even at that point.” “Sorry, what?” Henry says, voicing Alex’s stuttering thoughts as well. (After one too many fights at work, Henry and Alex are assigned mandatory reconciliation therapy by their boss. Except the therapist thinks they're there for couples therapy... and surely, a bet on who will break first makes more sense than actually correcting her, right?)

Such a Burden, This Flame on My Chest by allmylovesatonce

Alex Claremont-Diaz is relocating back to Austin to join his dad's firehouse. His days as a firefighter in Washington D.C. ended badly, but no one knows that, or knows why. And he plans to keep that close to his chest. He has to shove it back down if he wants to seem like a normal person, if he wants to do the job, if he wants to get along with his new crew, and most of all, if he wants to get to know the hot British firefighter on the squad. No one can know what really happened.

thinking (about last night) by rhosyn_du

“I hope you know that I am literally never going to stop reminding you that you said that. I’m going to, like, take out an ad in the student paper. Maybe hire a skywriter or something. I am definitely telling Pez." "I hate you," Henry tells him. "Lies," Alex says, still laughing. "You know you love me." Henry lets out a heavy sigh. "Well," he says softly, "that's rather the problem, isn't it?" “What, you think we’d be better off if we still hated each other?” “I think," Henry says slowly, "I’d be better off if I could figure out how to stop being so stupidly in love with you.” It takes a few seconds for the words to really register, as distracted as Alex is by the heat of Henry’s breath and wondering how much it would cost to actually hire a skywriter. Once they do, it takes a full minute before Alex can move. Can breathe. Can think. Finally, he forces out a whispered, “What?” When that gets no response, he tries again. This time, his voice actually cooperates. “Wait, what?” The only response he gets is a soft snore and Alex realizes that Henry, the utter fucking asshole, has passed out on his shoulder.

you're the reason i let myself fall by perfect-porcelain (tedddylupin)

Alex doesn't quite know what to expect when he walks into a room with a glowing screen separating him from the person in the other pod. The entire experience makes him skeptical. How can you fall in love with someone you've never met? Or: Love is Blind AU

Sharper Head, Wilder Heart by Dawg1515

"This could work out,” Henry offers. “It could,” Alex replies. “That’s good, then. Someone’s going to have to walk me through the brilliance of Empire Strikes Back, after all.” “Sweetheart, if we’re legitimately dating now, I’m forcing you to watch every movie that has Harrison Ford in it.” “Duly noted.” Or: When the Queen decides it’s time for Henry to settle down with a woman, she arranges a courtship between him and Alex Claremont-Diaz, closeted political powerhouse. Alex secretly tells Henry he’s trans, and Henry tells Alex that he’s gay. To say they become an amazing couple would be an understatement—but nothing is ever that easy for a prince and a president’s son.

every version of you (i love) by coffeecatsme

“So,” the voice narrates as the man squishes the dog’s cheeks and laughs at himself. “There’s this guy that lives next to me with the cutest beagle in the world and this little guy climbs to the fence every day to drop his toys off at, like, 5:30 on the dot, I’m not kidding.” The camera shows the man boop the dog’s nose and press a little kiss to his forehead. There’s a ball in his hands that he hands to the dog, but it slips from his mouth all over again, making the man reach down to grab it. He glares at the dog, but even then he’s still smiling. “And this guy always walks by and picks up the stuff and it’s the cutest fucking thing ever you have no idea.” The camera zooms in farther into the man’s smile, genuine and wild, as he pushes his wild curls away from his face. His eyes flicker up when another figure walks into the frame, his blonde hair falling over his forehead in waves. The man’s smile, impossibly, widens. “Oh. I’m also pretty sure he has a crush on my neighbor.” Or, 5 times David greets Alex with something that belongs to Henry, and 1 time he greets Alex with something that belongs to both of them.

The Duke Who Loved Me by annesbonny, Inareskai, schmulte

This Author knows as well as anyone how much you, gentle readers, enjoy a scandal and a love story. And what could bring more delight that two young gentlemen who bring both of those wherever they go? Join the Duke of Mountchristen and the, untitled, Mr Claremont-Diaz as they attempt to find a Love Match amongst the gossip of the ton.

The Edge of Glory by politics_and_prose

Subject: CD-10 To: Alex Claremont-Diaz (acd@cdlaw.com) From: Natasha Wallace (nwallace@txdems.com) Alex - You know how you jokingly told me to let you know when Mayfield was vulnerable and/or not seeking re-election? Tash

lying in the low light by smc_27

The thing about having a one night stand with the guy your sister is close friends with and gatekept from you is that it becomes really fucking important that she never knows. Or, Alex and Henry have a one year stand. Or, Alex and Henry are in a relationship, only they’re the only ones who don’t know it.

what we might do (if we stop keeping a secret) by indomitablelove

'This isn't how I wanted to tell people. I thought we'd get the chance to do it right.' - Red, White and Royal Blue, Casey McQuiston, p.327 --- or, in another world, Alex and Henry get to do it right.

Who Could Love You The Same as I by MariaDmitrievnaLikesSundays

Inside was exactly what Alex had found himself dreaming about ever since that night at Kensington. The kind of dreams that he forced himself to forget once he woke up, but dreams all the same. A gold band, simple and smooth, with a single square diamond embedded on top. It was small, modest, exactly to Alex’s taste. ”Holy shit,” he said again. “Holy shit.” That was a ring. That was, unmistakably, an engagement ring. Hidden in his boyfriend’s coat. And he had just found it.

—— Or, Alex finds the engagement ring that Henry had hidden, and does exactly what you’d expect him to.

As the World Falls Down by 3bowtruckles

So while we all knew that the 2020 written in the book would be glorious fiction, we didn’t realize that reality would throw us something to take 2020 even further away from the book’s events. This story is where I attempt to merge our 2020 reality and the fiction of RWRB, using research (a LOT of research) to try to figure out what the trajectory of reality might have been. The story starts picking up the timeline after their late-February trip to Paris. After that, it's strictly AU, but I try to keep a lot of the intents of the events in the book (for instance, Alex's trip to confront Henry in Britain after the lake) while still making them fit the narrative I've created.

We'll Change the World Yet to our Dessire [sic] by cresswells

Alex and Henry are engaged and ready to share their announcement with the world, but after the media circus surrounding their forced outing Queen Mary wants them to do things properly this time. To Alex’s surprise, ‘properly’ apparently means taking a Royal Tour around Europe as an official couple. Ten days, five countries and lots of unnecessary wardrobe changes. What could possibly go wrong?

where clouds look like mountains by weather_stained

Four months after the election, while still learning to navigate the complexities of being in a public relationship, Alex finally has the chance to show Henry around Austin.

We'll Invite Something In by smc_27

Alex is grinning a little too hard.  This is absolutely idiotic and pointless and fun.  The cover of Hello UK with a photo of him pulled out and a photo of His Royal Highness Prince Henry Fox-Mountchristen whatever the hell the rest of his names are (Alex knows; he being a dick) with the admittedly stupid but flattering headline which reads: His Royal Highness: He’s just like us and crushes on Pres ACD.

Henry's Cold, Empty Tower by DracoWillHearAboutThis

“I want you,” Henry said, slowly but clearly, “to leave.” When Alex storms Kensington Palace, Henry sends him away. Then, their relationship gets leaked, and it's Henry's turn to fight for Alex.

behind the diamond-shaped glass by Celaestis

Five times Alex and Henry used tea and biscuits to communicate, and one time they don't need to.

The Byline by rosetintednerdglasses

Press Secretary Alex Claremont-Diaz serves at the pleasure of the President, and he does it excellently until a new White House correspondent darkens his press room: Henry Fox, The Guardian.

we've been here forever (here's the frozen proof) by r_holland

Objectively, I am aware that you – a stranger – cannot tell me my own sexuality any better than I can, however... Can you, please? Tell me? It’s 4am and I have been thinking about this for hours, and I can’t sleep. Warmest regards, ACD *** It’s four in the morning, and Alex Claremont-Diaz has managed to follow a research spiral straight down into a personal crisis. It isn’t the first time.

words on the tip of your tongue (but please don't say them) by viciouslyqueer

So close. He was so close to saying those words that have lived inside him for so long, and now it's gone, a moment that slipped right between his fingertips before he could grasp it. Now he’s floating in the middle of the lake alone, the ghost of Henry’s touch still lingering on his skin and an unknown, heartbreaking feeling in his chest. — Or: canon-divergence where Henry doesn't leave the lake house.

The Grand Tour by lucky (revolutionbarbie)

When Henry returned from an audience with Queen Mary looking stony faced and grim, Alex had immediately feared the worst. She had requested to see Henry – and Henry alone – the moment their plane had landed at Heathrow on a visit to Pez’s new shelter in London.  Alex had suggested that they go to see her together just to spite the old hag, but Henry wanted to keep the peace. Since moving to Brooklyn, they had entered into an uncomfortable détente with Queen Mary and Henry was loathe to be the one to break it.  “She wants us to go to Australia. It would be an unofficial Royal Tour, of sorts, with stops in several cities and a short visit to New Zealand. Three and a half weeks in total.”  “She wants to send us on an all-expenses paid Australian getaway? Count me in.”

come and get me by rizcriz

The email arrives 8 days after Henry left the lake house. He contemplates deleting it without reading, but it sits in his Alex inbox, where there are over seventy emails favourited, and somehow it feels wrong and weirdly impersonal. As if leaving without a note were any different. He stares at the from line with an aching longing that seeps into his veins. It settles on his heart like a tangible thing; something warranted and cruel that casts shackles around the aorta and locks them tight so that he might never love again. -- or, alex sends an email instead of flying to KP.

Never Did Run Smooth by clottedcreamfudge

"You and me? Best friends. Stellar. Love that for us. But we could absolutely fake being in love. Dating. Whatever. I know literally everything about you—" (No you don't, Henry thinks firmly) "—and you know everything about me. We would absolutely fucking annihilate the other contestants.” "You're too drunk to apply," Henry points out, like he himself isn't about as wasted as it's possible for him to be without curling up and going immediately to sleep. "I doubt you could spell your own name right on the application. Or mine." Alex grins and pulls something up on his phone; it looks like it takes him a few tries. "Wanna fucking bet?" *** Or: Henry's life is a comedy of errors; a patchwork of oopsie-daisies; a quilt stitched together with hauntingly terrible mistakes. And at the centre of it all is his best friend, Alex Claremont-Diaz; director of said comedy, threading together his oopsie-daisies into a flower crown, rolling around in the quilt of his own making, and this analogy is going to shit because Henry's so in love with him he wants to die.

idk I'll do a part two if anyone wants.

[rosyrosethings]

KIng Harry and The Nanny p2

this is part 2 of Harry and the nanny. you don't have to read part 1. This is just another part of the story.

Warning: smut, fluff, blow job,

Harry's heart raced like a teenage boy's when he was near her. Every afternoon, as the children drifted off to sleep, his desire for her became overwhelming and irresistible. He would quietly slip away from his duties as king and pull her into any vacant space they could find - a closet, an unoccupied room - just to indulge in her sweet taste. Even just a simple kiss from her was enough to satisfy his longing. It had been so long since he had felt genuine affection from anyone, and he craved her attention more than anything else. When they were alone, she would always tenderly kiss his head before returning to their daily routines. Harry lived for those moments, cherishing every kiss on his forehead from her. Y/n was well aware of the nature of their relationship; after all, he was the married king and she was only the nanny. But she couldn't deny the intense craving she felt for his touch, his love, anything that came from him.

On this particular Saturday night, Y/n relished in having the day off from her duties and lounged at home with her roommate Bri, unable to shake off thoughts of Harry. Her and Bri set there enjoying there second bottle of wine and each other company.

"Bri its all he doess, doesn't do anything else. He won't even let me touch him." She said, resting on the couch looking at her roomate Bri.

"Maybe he’s like really into pleasing you." She said looking up at her offering her comfort.

"Yea he is but He wants more I could tell. Maybe he just doesn't want me in that way." She said sadly.

"No he wants you. Everyone who sees you wants you in that way." She said looking at her up and down. Y/n laughed

"I am serious bri.." she said laughing

"Maybe hes gay." Bri said, Y/n laughed harder

"Oh please, Bri. He's definitely not gay," Y/n said, rolling her eyes. "You should see the way he looks at me sometimes. It's like he wants to devour me whole."

Bri waggled her eyebrows suggestively. "Ooh, sounds steamy. So why don't you make a move then? Take control for once?"

Y/n sighed, running a hand through her hair. "It's not that simple. He's the king, remember? And married. I can't just throw myself at him."

"Why not? Sounds like he's already throwing himself at you every chance he gets," Bri pointed out.

Y/n bit her lip, considering. "I don't know... What if I'm reading too much into it? What if he rejects me?"

Just then, Y/n's phone buzzed with a text.

‘I know it’s your day off but I need to see you.’ -Harry

‘Is everything okay?’ -Y/n

‘I’m just missing you. I’m coming over now.’- Harry

The text threw her for a loop. Y/n immediately shot up and started straightening up the apartment

“Are you okay?” Bri asked watching her jump from place to place erratic cleaning.

“He’s coming over! Bri go to your room. I didn’t tell him i told you. I was supposed to keep the affair a secret.” She said,

Bri's eyes widened in surprise, her mouth forming a perfect O shape. "Wait, what? He's coming here? Now?" She jumped up from the plush couch, scattering scattered items as she grabbed her phone and hastily stuffed them into her bag. "Okay, okay, I'm going." Her voice was strained with excitement and urgency. "But you better tell me everything later!"

As Bri hurried off into her room, Y/n's heart raced with anticipation and nerves. She quickly smoothed down her hair, checking herself in the mirror and straightening her clothes. The doorbell rang just moments later, startling her.

As Y/n's heart raced with anticipation, she reached for the door handle and took a deep breath to steady her nerves. She swung the door open to reveal Harry standing there, his tall frame shrouded in an all-black ensemble. A dark hoodie was pulled up over his head, casting shadows over his face, while large, opaque sunglasses shielded his eyes from view. Despite the darkness surrounding him, Y/n could still feel the intensity of his gaze on her as she stood before him,

"Y/n," he breathed out, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. As soon as he entered, he shed his hood and shades, revealing his mesmerizing green eyes that seemed to intensify upon locking onto hers. In an instant, he had her pressed against the wall, his body flush against hers. His lips crashed onto hers in a passionate kiss that took her breath away. "I couldn't wait to do that," he whispered huskily as he pulled away, leaving Y/n feeling weak at the knees.

"Maybe we should go to my room, don't want to wake my roommate." She said looking up at him. He smiled

"Lead the way love." She smiled at him grabbing his hand leading him to her bedroom.  She opened the door to her room quickly closing the door behind him. She immediately started to kiss him again. Softly leading him to her bed. She pushed him down on the mattress. Her standing over him.

"Hoodie off." She demanded, he smiled at her attitude. She wanted to please him for once. He obliged taking off his hoodie. Revealing his bare chest. Y/n sat on his lap straddling him.

"I can't wait to have you in my mouth." He said looking up at her. She kissed his lips.

"Not today I will have you in mines." She said kissing his lips again. She felt him stiffening up at her response. Harry was scared. She pushed him down on her mattress as she kissed his neck.

"What wrong? You don't want me to please you." She asked looking at him propped up on both of her hands. Ge saw the disappointment in her eyes.

"No baby, I just haven't had sex in a long time. I don't want to cum to fast. Just looking at you makes me dick hard. I bust just eating you out. I could imagine how it would be inside you." He said, looking up at her. She pressed down her hips to his. Grinding against his dick which was hard already.

"I don't care if you cum quick. I want you inside me I want to see your face while you're deep in my pussy." She said leaning down to kiss him. His dick twitched at her words. There lips moved against one another her hands made her way down his chest. She sat up taking off her shirt.

She slowly slid off of him, her fingers hooking around the waistband of his black joggers as she helped him remove them. Her hands moved effortlessly, unfastening his pants and revealing a pair of gray briefs underneath. In the dim light, she could see the outline of his strong hips and toned muscles, causing a wave of desire to wash over her. She couldn't resist running her hands along his defined abdomen, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. It was as if she couldn't get enough of him, wanting to explore every inch of his body with her touch.

“Gotta get these off.” A mischievous smile played on her lips as she reached for the waistband of his gray briefs. With a teasing tug, she pulled them down, revealing his eager arousal that pressed against his stomach. She gazed at it with a lust in her eyes, knowing that she was in full control of his pleasure. Her hand went him. Harry sighed in relief. Its been so long since he's been pleasured. Especially like this. Her hands went up and down his shaft.

“I’m gonna put you in my mouth now.” Her words dripped seductively from her lips as she looked up at Harry, her hand wrapped tightly around him. A feeling of pure ecstasy coursed through his body at the mere touch of her fingers. She placed a soft kiss on the tip before swirling her tongue around it, sending shivers down his spine. He struggled to hold back, determined not to reach his peak too soon in this blissful moment. But every sensation she created was like fire, filling him with an overwhelming desire for more. Every part of him wanted to surrender to her and fully give into this pleasure that she so expertly provided.

Y/n continued to pleasure Harry with expertise, her lips and tongue working in perfect harmony to bring him to the edge of ecstasy. She could feel his body tensing beneath her touch, his breath hitching with each movement she made. As she continued to take him deeper into her mouth, she could hear Harry's ragged breathing turning into soft moans of pleasure.

"Oh god, Y/n," Harry groaned, his voice husky with desire. "You're so good at this."

She hummed in response, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine. Encouraged by his praise, she increased the intensity of her movements, determined to make him lose control.

Harry's fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her rhythm as he whispered, "Faster, baby. I need more of you."

Y/n complied eagerly, taking him as deep as she could as she quickened her pace. The sounds of their passion filled the room, mingling with the creak of the bed and Harry's increasingly urgent pleas for more.

"I can't hold back much longer," Harry gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily.

Y/n pulled back slightly, her gaze locking with his before she teased, "Do you want to cum in my mouth, Harry?" Her hand still moving up and down his dick.

His eyes darkened with desire as he nodded eagerly. "Yes, please, Y/n.”

“Do it then.” She said, With a sultry smile before she took him back in fully, using every trick and movement she knew to push him closer to the edge. His dick fully down her throat.

As their connection intensified, Harry's moans grew louder and more desperate, echoing off the walls of the room. Y/n eagerly took him in her mouth, feeling his fingers tightly gripping her hair. With one final deep thrust into her mouth and a guttural groan of euphoria, Harry reached his peak. Y/n greedily swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of him on her tongue. He came with such force that it almost overwhelmed her, but she eagerly lapped up every last bit of his pleasure.

As he came down from his high, Harry gazed up at Y/n with a mix of awe and gratitude. "That was… incredible," he panted, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

Y/n grinned triumphantly before leaning in to press a lingering kiss on his lips. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," she whispered softly against his skin.

Harry wrapped his arms around her. Pulling her close to him. He placed a kiss on her forehead. She looked up him as his hand traced her back

“When was the last time someone pleased you?” Y/n asked, looking up at him.

“Well charlotte is the only woman i have been with and I haven’t did anything with her since…”he said trailing off.

“Wait you’ve only been with charlotte?” She asked a bit shock. Feeling a bit like she took something away from him.

"And you." He said with nonchalant ease, his gaze steady and unwavering. Y/n sat up, her heart racing as she looked down at him. His face was a mixture of vulnerability and strength, making her heart ache for him. "But Charlottes more of a just a duty to my kingdom," he continued, his voice tinged with sadness. "My parents died when I was young, and Charlotte was one of the women they had approved of before their tragic accident. I had to marry quickly because of my impending kingship. But Charlotte was never my true love."

He reached out and gently took her hand, bringing it to his lips for a soft kiss. Y/n felt her cheeks flush with warmth at his touch and words.

"But then I saw you," he said softly, his eyes shining with fondness. "You took my breath away. You were wearing a black turtleneck sweater with white trousers and black boots, and a black hat to top it off. It was snowing but you were determined to get a picture of the palace for our social media. I happened to look out the window and saw you, and I couldn't help but ask William who the crazy lady outside was."

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he remembered that day. "William told me you were American and that you worked on the royal social media team. And then I came downstairs shortly after, and there you were - standing in front of the fireplace in Buckingham Palace. Your hands were clasped in front of you, trying to warm them by the fire. Snowflakes were melting off your coat, but I could see your fingers were freezing cold."

His eyes softened as he recalled his actions that day. "I couldn't resist approaching you with a blanket to wrap around your shoulders. And then you turned and looked at me for the first time - our eyes met and I felt something I had never felt for anyone else.” He said, his green eyes meeting hers.

Y/n felt her heart swell with emotion at Harry's words. She remembered that day vividly - how nervous she had been on her first day working at the palace, how cold she had been after taking photos outside in the snow. And then how her breath had caught in her throat when she turned to see the handsome king offering her a blanket, his green eyes warm with concern.

"I remember," she said softly. "I was so flustered I could barely speak. You were so kind to me."

Harry's thumb stroked her hand gently. "From that moment on, I found myself looking for excuses to be near you. I'd walk through rooms I knew you'd be working in, hoping to catch a glimpse. When the nanny position opened up, I immediately thought of you - selfishly wanting you to be around more often."

Y/n's mind whirled with this newfound knowledge. The pieces of the puzzle were finally starting to come together. "So you're the one who recommended me for the job," she exclaimed, a playful giggle escaping her lips.

A warm smile spread across his face as he replied, "Yes, the best decision I ever made."

[homesickformb]

Roommate hamzah! You guys live together as flirty friends but one night break and hookup

im a minor so im not comfortable writing any smut about anyone! 😭 so i won't be writing anything smut ever!! if you request something with anything sexual in it, i won't be mad, but ill turn it into something sfw! so sorry if that's what yall wanted to see!!

btw can someone tell me the difference between hc, blurbs, etc. just wanna use the correct wording!!

(okay last p.s., still working on a format. if anyone has any tips, suggestions, or anything like that, please tell me i need help figuring everything out on here. i'm fairly new to tumblr!!)

PART 1 / idfk how many parts this is gonna be 😭

you and hamzah have been friends for a while now.

you were both on 4freakshow (pretend it had 5 people) but we all know that came to an end. you and hamzah are th eonly two people who stayed friends after the podcast ended.

you lived in NY and were visting hamzah so much it was costing you so much money.

one time you were vistng, you guys got high, and hamzah threw out the idea

"y/n, why dont you just move in with me?" he said while looking out at the streets form his balcony

you released your hit and waited a moment. you had never thought of that.

you guys sat in silence for a little while you thought about everything, from how you guys were gonna split the rent and bills to how it would affect your guys friendship.

would you guys argue? would you guys get in such a bad argument that it ended your friendship?

that was the last thing that you wouldve wanted to happen. but you didnt know why you didnt want that to happen.

you tried to convince yourself thta it was because hamzah had been your friend for the longest, and who would want to give that up?!

but you knew deep down, that there was another reason.

you always though hamzah was fine. but you tried to push those feelings down by saying that maybe he was a catfish on zoom for the podcast.

but once you finally saw him in person, you immediatly knew he was not a catfish.

for a while it was just physical attration, until you found yourself practically crying when you left his apartment for the airpoart when you had to go home.

hamzah had snapped you out of your thoughts.

" you okay? sorry if that made you uncomfortable "

you were not aware of how deep in thought you were. what the fuck is in this weed?

" no no, it didnt make me uncomfortable. just thinking about it. "

" okay. " he waited a second. "you know you can think about it for a few days. its a big decision. "

" i dont need to think about it any longer, im gonna do it. "

you saw hamzahs eyes light up

you guys spent the rest of the night planning everything out

you guys knew that the pets werent gonna be an issue, as peter and your dog got along great all the time.

hamzah planned to move all his stuff out of the office and have you move in there.

you guys were so fixated on it, that you guys pulled an all nighter finding stuff for your room and planning

when you guys saw that there was daylight outside, you decided to put on a movie, hopping it would keep you two awake for the remainder of the time until you could go get energy drinks and breakfast,

around 20 minutes in, hamzah fell asleep on your shoulder.

you only lasted about 10 more minutes and then you were alseep too

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i hope you guys liked it!! this is my second time writing anything in about 2 years so i might need to do some brushing up.

let me know if you want to see anything specific in the next part (hamzah helping you move in, or straight into you and hamzah starting to flirt and catch feelings for eachother)

[fakescenariosbeforesleepblog]

Happy Valentine's day Y/N 2.

Y/n x Pick your character.

You're not a huge fan of festivities, especially Valentine's day, but your best friend is more than ready to make you change your mind and maybe he's also ready to confess to you something you have been waiting for so long.

📢 Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Ghost.

You and him have been friends since you were children, you've seen the worst and the best of Simon Riley and still you adore and support him, you are roommates now, but everybody would say you're more of a husband - wife relationship, you like that thought, you will not say that loud of course, Simon is at home for Valentine's, you welcomed him and put his laundry on the washer, he also brought a strange box with him, you don't like to ask, but you felt your curiosity taking control of your mouth.

- what's that box? Can I see?

- Sorry love, that's... Personal.

-oh... Well, it's okay, take a shower big boy, I'll go to the supermarket quickly! Do u need something?

- Will you bring me a bottle of...

- whiskey? got it, that's already on the shopping list, something else?

- you know me so well love, no, I think that's all, if you need help call me, alright?

- Yes Lt. I'll be right back!

You left the house wondering what that box was, Simon doesn't hide anything from you but this time it looks like he wants to keep a secret.

Ghost opened the box and started his mission, packed a lot of gifts, put some balloons around, oh this poor man doesn't know how to show affection, but his team gave him some ideas, he really wants you to know how he feels for you. He doesn't know how long it will take you your little trip to the supermarket but he tries to get ready as soon as possible.

You ran through the supermarket, you don't want to waste time when Simon is at home, you want to spend as much time as possible with him, you were putting your bags in your car when the sound of barking caught your attention, an old woman is selling puppies, you don't even know if that's still allowed but no one would judge you if you go to see the poor puppies, to your surprise there's just one «this is the last one» you heard the woman said, a little boy came to see it too, you were leaving until you heard the little boy talking to his mother. «Mom! Look! This puppy has a ghost face in his back!!! Can we take it with us?» «No honey, there's no space enough for puppies at home, let's go».

A ghost face in the back of the puppy? You looked at the dog carefully, indeed, there's a huge spot in the back that looks like a ghost, you remembered how much Simon wanted a dog a few months ago, the puppy looks perfect for him, also it's Valentine's day, friends can also surprise each other with presents, no?.

- How much for the dog?

- Do you want him? It's the last one... If you want it, take it for free.

- Oh! Really? Is there a problem with it or something?

- No, it's healthy, it has its vaccines and all, I just wanna go home, so do you want it or not?

You looked at the woman trying to find out if she was lying, after a moment you took the puppy in your arms, thanked the woman and went home.

- Simon! I'm home! I need help with the bags!

- Get it! I'll go in a minute.

He was nervous, he was watching himself in the mirror, everything looked nice, he smelled good and looked good, he had to admit he looked very handsome, he went to help and you were melting at the view, how this man can look so good all the time?.

- Si... Are you using perfume? You're not wearing sports clothes... Do you have a date or something?

- What? No, I just... took a shower, you told me to do it.

- oh yeah, sure, so... I have a surprise for you! Close your eyes, please!

- How will I help with the bags if I have to close my eyes?

- Forget about the bags! Please close your eyes!

He did and extended his arms, while you put the puppy in his arms, the puppy fell for Simon very quickly, he started to lick his finger.

- alright, open them!

- seriously?

You never saw him so excited for something, there he was, a perfect picture, Simon and... The still unnamed dog!

- Yes, do you like it? Consider it as a Valentine's gift! How would you like to name it?

- love, this is a wonderful present, thanks... And i don't know, we accept suggestions.

- I'm glad you liked it, it looks like he likes you too, and I was actually thinking about 'Riley' or 'ghost' since the spot In his back looks like your mask and your baklava...

He laughed, he was laughing, something that only you can do, he kept looking at the dog who was now trying to bite his fingers and then he looked at you, there's something different on his eyes, there's something else, a stranger spark.

- I think Riley is perfect. Y/N?

- Yes?

- I, I also have something for you, is... In the kitchen, Would you like to see it?

- Seriously? You didn't need to ask! Let's go!

You ran to the kitchen and the first thing you saw was a lot of balloons and small boxes and paper bags.

- What's all of this? All those are for me?

Simon put the dog on the floor to let it explore and walked to you.

- Yes, all are yours, I buy souvenirs or things that remind me of you every time I have a mission and write small notes to not forget why I bought it.

You started to open every box and bag and read every note «i saw this lipstick in the mall, I think it matches your skin tone» «these gloves reminded me of your small hands, it will keep them warm in my absence» «if you were a gem, I think you would be a sapphire» «I found it in the Market, maybe you will use it for your sketches» «I know how much you like to take photos, fill this album».

After a while you took a moment to see Ghost who's standing at the doorframe, there's no need to speak, you walked and kissed him softly, both have been feeling in the same way for so long.

- Happy Valentine's Simon.

- Happy Valentine's my love.

Price.

John and you were neighbors, you noticed he was a very busy man and you also noticed the food delivery service knocking at his door when he was around. That's how it started, you decided you wanted to give the poor man a proper meal when he's at home.

Eventually, you and him started to hangout and spend time together, it was clear for you the age difference between you and him, but who cares? The heart wants what it wants, but you know Price thinks differently, he told you about how insecure he feels when you're together and people of your Age approach to ask you for your number.

- You're a Sweetheart but people always think I'm your dad, have fun with people of your age, don't worry about me.

- John it'll be a Valentine's party! I won't go alone, I want to go with you but if you don't feel comfortable we can do something different, I don't mind.

In fact, you're so sweet, John doesn't know when or how exactly happened but he fell hard for you, you're younger than him but you talk as if you have the same experience as him, you are funny, you cook delicious, you're perfect for him, but he feels like he would be selfish for drag you to his way to live, he's not sure if you would be comfortable with something else than a friendship, he even talked about his dilemma with his boys.

- Cap, you're better than any man of her age, we're in a new era, Age is not a problem anymore.

- Gaz is right Captain, also if she prefers to spend time with you every time you're at home and cook for you doesn't make you think she probably feels the same way for you? Maybe love is in the air cap.

- I hate to say this, but maybe they're right Captain. Take the risk.

And that was all, that conversation made Price reconsider his options, and now here he is, cooking dinner for you, putting fresh flowers on the table and getting ready to confess what he has been feeling lately.

* knock, knock *

You look amazing, that blue outfit and the light make up definitely will make him fall at your feet, you also bring a very expensive but small present for him, today is the day, you will risk it all.

- Hey y/n, happy Valentine's, you are stunning today! Come in.

- Thanks John, you look very handsome too. oh! Before I forget, this is for you, I hope you like it

He opened the small box and oh my god, where did you get all the money you pay for that gorgeous watch? You're making very difficult for him to stop the urgency to kiss you.

- fuckin hell, is amazing, you didn't have to, I bet it costs a fortune...

- of course I needed, i couldn't stop to imagine it on your wrist! It's a classic!

He put the watch on his wrist, indeed you have a wonderful taste, it looks good on him.

- Doll, you didn't have to, I love it.

He couldn't contain himself, he hugged you, you tried to smell and retain in your lungs the perfume he was using, this man is so handsome, strong, elegant, he is perfect for you.

- come on sweetie, dinner is ready, do u want a drink?

- Sure, do you need help with something?

- Oh no, it's okay, all is under control, what do you want to drink? I have... Fuck, uh, I have water, sparkling water, juice, soda or whiskey, but if you want something else I can go to the store quickly.

You laughed, why is he so... Nervous?.

- John, it's fine, a Whiskey is perfect!

- alright love, a whiskey is on the way.

The meal was delicious, the conversation was funny and interesting, he taught you to dance a little, the drinks were also helping both of you to be brave.

- I have to sit, I'm getting older sweetie, you're a good dancer, I also have to give you your present, wait here...

He left the room and you sat on the table waiting impatiently, he was fast, he went back with a box with a pink big ribbon adorning it.

- Here it is, I... I spent a whole week looking for the perfect ones, I hope you like it.

You looked like a little kid on Christmas, you broke the paper, untied the ribbon and when you opened the box you found the most beautiful jewelry, the necklace was made of pearls and emeralds, the earrings were two small emeralds to match the necklace and a silver bracelet, you screamed with excitement, you stood up from your chair and gave small jumps.

- Jesus Christ! John... There's no way I can't accept all this, is amazing, is perfect, and I bet it's also fuckin' expensive!

- Doll, please accept it, you've been doing a lot for me since we met, it's the least I can do... And...

He took the bracelet and put it on your wrist, he held your hand carefully and put your hand under the light of a lamp.

- there's a secret message on the bracelet...

Indeed the bracelet had a message engraved. «To my one and only, I love you.»

You looked at him and he smiled at you nervously and before he could try to break eye contact you held his face with your free hand and kissed him.

- I love you too John Price, I love you too.

[anxmone]

❤️--Heart.m4a

Word count: 4.6k+ Rating: !Mature (it's 18+ so please MDNI) Pairings: San x f!character / Wooyoung x f!character a/n: I finally decided to put one of thie things I last wrote here, I'm still green in this shit so please bear with me You can also read it here and the tags are included there

Synopsis: Wooyoung has an issue and San can help, but it was not the help that he needed and a single audio file completely changed the dynamics of their friendship

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This was a bad idea from the beginning.

"Yeosang, have you seen Wooyoung?" "Yeah, he said he wasn't feeling well and told me to go ahead. He went to the bathroom," Yeosang replied, trying to sound casual.

San’s brow furrowed. Why the bathroom? It didn't add up.

Privacy. Of course.

"Alright, I’ll go find him. Need to ask him something, anyway," San said, forcing a smile. "Do you... know which one did he go to?" Yeosang only shrugged at the question, he truly wasn't sure where Wooyoung went after they arrived.

Meanwhile, Wooyoung locked the door to the most secluded bathroom in their villa—the one by the garage. It was the only place where he could be sure no one would bother him. His hand trembled as he stared at his phone. The notification blinked at him, in their encrypted chat, an audio file waited. It has no title, just a single heart emoji: "❤️.m4a."

He became nervous and connected his AirPods for double privacy. With a few taps, the file began to download, the progress bar inching forward. It felt agonizingly slow.

While waiting for the audio file to finish downloading, Wooyoung found himself thinking about how this whole idea even began. Why did San think this was a good idea? He could have gone back to his teenager years but he knew exactly where to pin point it out, this whole thing began when they were first roommates at university. The idea was simple, they were already friends and were studying a similar degree so why not- but he knew this whole idea started from there.

I.

It was one of those mornings when Wooyoung returned to the dorm that he shared with San. It was still pretty early, where the morning sun would make its presence known, its warm light filtering through the curtains. San was probably still knocked out, so Wooyoung moved as quietly as possible, easing the door shut and tiptoeing across the floor. San was a light sleeper—one creak, one wrong step, and he’d stir.

Wooyoung went to grab a textbook from his room and leave, nothing more

But as he neared his bedroom, a faint sound broke the silence in the dorm. He froze mid-step, his breath catching. The sound came again, this time clearer—a soft creak. It was coming from San’s room, the kind of noise a bed makes when it shifts.

Wooyoung’s brows furrowed. What was that?

He stood there, listening, and then heard it once more. The creaking came back with a rhythm now, slow and deliberate. He moved closer to San’s door, and as he did, other noises became more recognizable. Sheets rustling, shifting in tandem with the movement. The sound of skin slapping against skin. His stomach twisted. It felt intrusive to keep listening, but his feet didn’t move. He heard another noise drifting through the door. It was soft, muffled... but definitely a moan. A woman’s moan.

Shock coursed through him, his mind racing to catch up with what he was hearing. Was San really...?

He wanted to leave the dorm, go on with his day like nothing happened but his entire body was betraying him, freezing by San's door and bearing witness to the entire scenario that was playing in front of him. He can visualize it clearly thanks to the fact that the noises were becoming more and more blunt, like more moans and slapping of skin. His body was reacting to it, he felt a strange warmth creeping over him, it was making his skin. tingle and his chest tightening up. He didn't want the sounds affecting him. But they did, unfortunately. Was he... turned on by this?

No, this was wrong. But as much as he tried to convince himself to move away, the sensations in his body told a different story. His face burned with shame, and before he knew it, he was retreating. Quickly. Quietly. Backing away from the door, he turned and rushed to his own room. Once inside, he locked the door, leaning his back against it as he slid down to the floor. His heart was still pounding, his body tense. What the hell just happened? He had no idea how to process what he was feeling.

But he knew that skipping classes seemed like the only option now.

II.

He spent the morning in his room, and when it became midday, Wooyoung finally had the courage to finally leave his room. He made his way into the bathroom they shared in the dorm, hoping to see if by taking a hot shower it can clear his mind. When reaching the door to the bathroom, he saw the mystery woman leaving, her eyes widened up the moment she saw Wooyoung. She looked startled, almost embarrassed. Maybe San told her no one was home.

Before Wooyoung could make sense of it, she rushed out the door without a word. He stood there for a moment, confused. Why was she so shocked? I heard all of it. He shook his head, deciding not to dwell on it, and stepped into the bathroom to shower.

The steam filled up the bathroom, causing the mirrors and any other metal surface to fog up. Wooyoung was scrubbing away the confusion of the morning but no matter how hard he tried, the memories of the sound and the sensation in his body kept replaying on his mind. He felt embarrassed just by the sheer thought that he really did hear all that. When he finally stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist, San was waiting for him—leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, with a calm, almost amused look on his face.

"I knew you'd be here," San said smoothly.

Wooyoung nearly jumped. His breath hitched, and he forced out a nervous laugh, trying to shake off the spook. "Oh! Oh, you’re up..." He trailed off, his face burning—half from the steam, half from the memory of what he’d overheard.

Just say it. But the words wouldn’t come out.

"Uh, hey... uh..." Wooyoung pointed awkwardly toward the door, still stammering. "I just saw some... girl leave—" He was about to ask what that was all about when San cut him off.

"Oh, her?" San shrugged. "She’s not my girlfriend, if that’s what you were thinking."

Wooyoung was confused by how casual San was by it. What the hell--?! San just brushed it off. He didn’t know what bothered him more—the fact that San was so nonchalant about it, or the fact that he couldn’t stop replaying the morning’s events in his head.

"You know I take some night classes right?" San started explaining, leaning casually against the doorframe as if he were explaining something as mundane as what he had for lunch. "Well, she's a classmate and I guess she got bored because after class she hit me up asking if I wanted to grab some drinks at that bar near campus, and well-- one thing led to the other--" He shrugged, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

Wooyoung shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting toward the door, as though planning his escape. But San noticed. The smirk that tugged at his lips was almost predatory as he leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. "How long have you been here?"

Wooyoung froze, his stomach knotting. San tilted his head, his gaze sharp and curious. "Normally, you're in class by now, finishing up before heading to your part-time shift. This is the first time I’ve seen you skip," he said, the words hanging between them.

There was a pause—heavy, deliberate—before San dropped the question he’d been holding back, his tone teasing but firm. "Was she too loud for you?"

Wooyoung’s heart raced, his stomach sinking further. He felt his legs stiffen, but somehow forced himself to move. Does he know? The thought buzzed in his head like static. Without another word, Wooyoung brushed past him, his face flushed, his breathing shallow, and disappeared into his room, shutting the door behind him with a soft thud.

He leaned against it, exhaling shakily. His mind replayed the sounds from earlier—the creaking bed, the moans, the slap of skin. It all flooded back in a rush, and he hated how his body had reacted to it. A knot of shame twisted in his gut, but beneath it, something else lingered. Something he couldn’t quite push away.

On the other side of the door, San stood for a moment, just staring at the closed bedroom door. His brow furrowed slightly as if piecing together a puzzle he’d only half completed. He knew something was different about Wooyoung. He always had. But now... now, it was starting to make sense.

He turned and headed toward the shower to clean up from his one-night stand. As the water ran, his mind drifted back to a night when the semester began. It was a stupid joke—he’d pulled up some random porn videos, just messing around to see how Wooyoung would react. But Wooyoung didn't flinch. No laugh, no awkward glances—just a blank stare at the screen, completely unaffected. At the time, San shrugged it off. But later that night, something happened.

San had gotten up to use the bathroom when he heard it—muffled grunts and shallow, hitched breaths. Curious, he paused by Wooyoung’s room. The door was slightly ajar, and through the crack, he saw Wooyoung at his bed, headphones on, lost in his own world. But it wasn’t the screen that had him hooked—there was no video playing. Just the sounds. The unmistakable sounds of skin, breath, and moans.

San watched for a moment, the realization hitting him like a slow wave. Wooyoung wasn���t interested in the visual—he was drawn to the noise. He’d heard of auralism before, but seeing it... seeing it in his roommate was something else entirely.

A small smirk tugged at San’s lips as he recalled the scene. So that’s how it is, he thought, stepping out of the shower. Drying off, a plan started to form in his mind.

III.

It was during winter break when San and Wooyoung were packing up to visit their families for the holidays. Before they left, San had casually invited Wooyoung to join an encrypted chat—just the two of them. At first, Wooyoung didn’t think much of it, assuming they’d use it to send vacation photos or random updates. But what struck him as odd was that their mutual friend, Yeosang, wasn’t included in the group.

Christmas Eve rolled around, and after a quiet evening with his family, Wooyoung finally got a notification from the elusive chat. It was from San.

A single file. No text. No caption.

Curiosity flickered in Wooyoung as he pressed the download button. The file loaded quickly, and he opened it with a single tap, thinking it might be a voice memo or even a joke San had recorded. But as soon as he hit play, the unmistakable sounds of sex blared through his phone—loud and clear.

His heart nearly stopped as he scrambled to pause it, glancing around the room in a panic. His family, thankfully, seemed occupied with their own conversations. But his younger brother shot him a suspicious look, and Wooyoung quickly shoved the phone into his pocket before any awkward questions could follow.

Breathless and flushed, Wooyoung tried to shake the scene from his mind, but the sound of it... those sounds... lingered. He locked himself in the bathroom, heart pounding, fingers shaking as he stared at the screen. The audio file wasn't titled, but it had a Christmas tree emoji (🎄) and a few droplets (💦). Just from that, he knew.

San had sent him an audio of him... fucking someone. His stomach lurched as he opened the chat to send an angry message.

[MSG - 5:45 PM] Wooyoung: WHAT THE FUCK!? [MSG - 5:46 PM] San: Merry Christmas? 🤷🏻

Wooyoung pinched the bridge of his nose, groaning in frustration. San's casual response only made it worse. It wasn’t until hours later, with curiosity gnawing at him, that Wooyoung finally listened to the file in private.

[MSG - 11:50 PM] Wooyoung: Can you not sound like a drunk frat guy having sex at a party? The exaggerated moaning was pretty annoying

"PFTT!" San burst out laughing at the single response Wooyoung had sent. He was sitting in his bedroom when a woman standing in front of him raised an eyebrow, curious about his late-night laughter. "What is it?" she asked, her voice soft with intrigue. Still chuckling, San looked up, shaking his head. "Oh, it's my roommate," he said, setting his phone down on the bedside table. "I sent him something, and now he’s giving me feedback. I can't believe it—he's actually criticizing me."

The woman didn’t seem too interested in the details. Instead, she straddled his lap, her hands slipping around his shoulders. San smirked, knowing exactly what she was up to. "Now," she whispered, leaning closer, "where were we?"

After Christmas break, the audio files that San would sent became a little secret between them in their friendship. Every time San hooked up with someone he would send an audio file to Wooyoung, although a strange arrangement he welcomed it, most of the time he wouldn't listen to them immediately-- or in fact never listen to them at all but in the deepest parts of his mind, Wooyoung appreciated that San gave him "material"

But back to the present, the ❤️.m4a file finished downloading

Wooyoung hesitated before pressing play, settling himself on the toilet seat. This file was longer than usual, and for some reason, that made him more curious.

The recording started like the others: the creak of furniture, the soft rustle of someone shifting to get comfortable. Then came the muffled sounds of heavy breathing, like someone was trying not to be heard. Suddenly, a sharp gasp broke through, the sound unmistakably feminine, drawing Wooyoung's full attention. More creaking followed, but there was no familiar rhythm of skin against skin—just the sound of the woman bucking against the furniture. Wooyoung caught a faint whisper—San’s voice, soft and distant, cooing something to her, the words too quiet to make out. It was far more intimate than usual, the dynamic between them felt different, unsettlingly close. "Fuck-- is it because of when we were at the pool earlier that you're like this, so fucking wet for me?"

Pool?

Wooyoung knew the villa they were staying in for their summer vacation was part of a cul-de-sac that surrounded a shared pool. Most of their neighbors were families or retirees— the quiet types. Then there was him, San, and Yeosang. Wooyoung started to replay the day in his mind. Earlier that day, him and Yeosang had gone out to explore the town—see what it had to offer in the day time, not just its nightlife. San, on the other hand, had chosen to stay behind, saying he wanted to "chill" and sleep in. Yeosang had shrugged it off, and they left without him.

Now, as the sounds of the recording continued, a question hung in Wooyoung's mind: Was there someone else of interest around the cul-de-sac today? And then he heard her—her breathing quickened, voice rising in pitch, as if she was on the verge of climax. "W-Wait-- Fuck San!" was followed by a sharp gasp, her moans becoming unrestrained, as if she'd finally removed whatever she was using to muffle herself. The sound was louder now, raw and uninhibited. Then came the unmistakable noise of a grunt by San, adding to the charged atmosphere of the recording. Wooyoung's stomach started to have that familiar feeling of a knot getting tighter inside of him.

The longer he listened, the more the woman's voice tugged at something in the back of his mind. Her pitch, her cadence—there was something achingly familiar about it. It made him tense. His gut churned as what he was suspecting started to take shape. She whispered something, but the words blurred into the background of San’s noises, frustratingly just out of reach. But the voice—her voice—was unmistakable.

The realization hit him like a punch to the chest. It was the voice that had lingered in his mind for weeks after their brief, fleeting conversations. That casual, almost effortless summer flirtation that never quite crossed the line.

It was her.

A wave of heat shot through him, from the pit of his stomach to his fingertips. His pulse quickened, and suddenly his body didn’t know what to do with itself. How—? His hands were gripping the phone too tightly, and for a second, it felt like it might crack under the pressure. San—out of all people—with her.

Then, a second wave hit—it was arousal. He despised himself for it, but human nature made it impossible to ignore. The sounds of sex, the jealousy and desire twisting into something far too potent. Wooyoung's breath grew shallow as the audio continued, now reaching the unmistakable point in the recordings where it began to sound as the other recordings, the grunting noises of San, the rhythm of skin meeting skin. He didn’t want to imagine it— her with him. He didn't want to imagine their bodies intertwining, how her soft skin would be like under his hands. Her reactions. Wooyoung had fantasized about these same things for weeks since they first met— only now, it wasn’t him.

"Why her?" The thought echoed endlessly, tangled in a web of frustration and lust. Her gasps and moans filled his ears, drowning out reason, morality, everything that should have made him stop. He knew it was messed up. But knowing wasn’t enough to make him pause. His heart raced, his breath coming in shallow gasps as the truth crashed over him—San and her. Together. His best friend with his summer crush. The strain in his pants became unbearable, the tension pulling him in two directions, both impossible to resist.

He paused the recording, trying to catch his breath. The images in his head wouldn’t stop. He couldn’t keep pretending this wasn’t affecting him. The tightness in his boxers was proof enough. Begrudgingly, he removed his pants along with his boxers, noticing his all too evident arousal. He swallowed hard as he stared down at himself, pre-cum slicking his length.

His hand hovered above himself, he was debating if to continue or not. Part of him wanted to stop and throw the phone against the wall and forgot this ever happened but he wanted a release, it was something that somewhere deep inside of him craved, he wanted to lose himself in the sounds he heard in that damn audio file.

His fingers curled around his length, a low groan escaping his lips as his body gave in to the inevitable. He hated this—hated himself for it. But the desire, the heat pooling in his gut, was too much to resist. With each slow, deliberate stroke, he could hear her more clearly in his mind. Her breathy moans, the soft way she gasped when San touched her, her body reacting to every movement. His grip tightened as the rhythm of the audio replayed in his head, San's deep, guttural grunts mingling with her soft whimpers. It wasn’t him making her feel like that—it was San—but his mind refused to let that be the only truth. His frustration turned into something raw, something that felt dangerously close to envy.

With each stroke, he was imagining himself with her instead, trying not to let San win and being with her. His imagination ran wild and caused him to hitch his breath, he imagined how her skin might feel in his touch, how she smelled, how soft her lips would be with his own. But no matter how hard he tried to replace San in his imagination, it was hard, his presence was loud and undeniable.

Unfortunately his mind kept flickering back to reality-- her with San and their bodies entangled in the fantasies he'd spent weeks thinking about and despite everything-- despite the jealousy, the anger-- his body responded to it, his climax building with every passing second.

A strained moan escaped him as his hand moved faster, chasing after the release he both craved and despised. The tension in his chest tightened, his breaths becoming ragged as he felt himself getting closer. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the guilt, the frustration, everything that told him to stop. But it was useless.

With a shuddering breath, his body gave in, the pleasure flooding through him in a rush so intense it left him shaking. His release was bitter, tainted by the knowledge of what had driven him there. For a long moment, he just sat there, panting, the aftermath of his climax leaving a hollow pit in his stomach. The phone was still in his hand, the screen dark, the audio paused right where he had left it.

And now the third wave-- guilt was rushing in, settling like a weight on his chest. He knew he hated what he did, he hated that he let himself succumb to pleasure, falling into the trap. Hated how powerless he felt afterwards. "Fuck- I'm the fucking worst" he said to himself, watching the release that was still in his hand.

1A.

Once the clarity settled in, Wooyoung stood up, rinsing his hands and splashing cold water on his face. If he was going to leave the bathroom, he couldn’t let it show—couldn’t let San see what he’d just done. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down before stepping out.

But the moment he opened the door, San was there, right in front of him. His expression was weirdly concerned, like he’d been searching the entire villa for Wooyoung.

“Oh, hey, I found you!” San said, his voice slightly breathless, as if he had been running around.

Wooyoung didn’t respond. He couldn’t even look at San properly. His mind was still replaying the audio, the realization, the anger. All he wanted was to get as far away from him as possible. He made a move to leave, but San grabbed his wrist, halting him in his tracks. “Hey! I wanted to ask you something—” San began, but before he could finish, Wooyoung turned and threw him a glare of sheer anger. He jerked his wrist free from San’s grasp.

“Are you alright?” San asked, his tone softening, genuine concern creeping into his voice.

"Shut up. Shut up..." The anger crept in more, boiling over as Wooyoung glared at San, hating how he was once again so nonchalant.

“Well anyway, now that I found you, I wanted to ask you away from Yeosang—” San began, but Wooyoung already had an idea of where this was going.

“It’s about the audio file. Was it too long? I usually edit them for you, but—”

“Shut up!” Wooyoung snapped, shoving San into the bathroom. The door slammed shut behind them, the small space suddenly feeling suffocating. San blinked in shock, rubbing his neck where Wooyoung had grabbed him, confusion flickering across his face.

"What the hell is your problem!?" San asked, catching his breath. "My problem- is that you--" Wooyoung's voice was thick with disbelief. He paced for a moment, trying to rein in the whirlwind of anger and frustration that had been building since he heard the audio file. "Why-- did you DO THAT! you--" He cut himself off, shaking his head. "You sent me that file. Do you even care who she is?"

San was clearly confused, he started frown because he wasn't getting why Wooyoung was frustrated "Look I don't get what's happening just tell me-"

"Why did you send me THAT-- You did it with her!” Wooyoung spat, his voice trembling, barely containing his rage. “Of all people, her!” San froze, his expression shifting as realization dawned. His cocky demeanor faltered, but only for a second.

“Wait, you're mad because I—?” he started, but Wooyoung didn’t let him finish.

“Yeah, you!” Wooyoung spat, his hands balling into fists. “I liked her and you knew I liked her and even still—” He choked on the words, the jealousy and anger twisting in his gut. “Do you have any idea how fucked up that is? And then you sent it to me like it was some kind of joke. Like I’m supposed to just... what? Enjoy it?"

"Look I--" San wanted to say that he truly didn't know, he didn't know that Wooyoung liked her that way, but he never made a move on her, San thought that they were friendly that was it, he wanted to apologize but Wooyoung just stared at him, his breathing still labored, anger and confusion swirling inside. "You don’t know her," Wooyoung muttered, his voice almost pleading, but San just shrugged, clearly unbothered. "Look, let me just say this but, maybe you’ve been thinking of her in this whole different way, putting her up on this pedestal. What if she’s not what you think she is? What if she just wanted to have a little fun and I just so happened to be there? You don’t know her like you think you do."

Wooyoung clenched his fists, his jaw tight. He was done with this conversation—done with San. "I don’t want to see you. Not now, not tomorrow." He turned sharply on his heel, ready to leave this behind him but San wasn’t finished. "By the way," he called out casually, his tone maddeningly light, "she’s a good kisser. Like, really good. You know I almost... you know, just from that."

And that was the final straw. Wooyoung stormed out, slamming the door behind him, his anger boiling over. It wasn’t just about her anymore. It was everything—San's smugness, the way he treated everything like a game. The sound of the door echoed through the villa as Wooyoung moved quickly, heading up the stairs and locking himself in the room they shared. No one noticed him, his footsteps heavy and fast, his heart racing.

Minutes passed, and soon San followed. He took a deep breath before entering the living room, where the shared pool from the cul-de-sac was in clear view. Yeosang and she were chatting casually, her laughter carrying lightly in the air. They paused as San walked in, clearly upset but trying to mask it.

"What are you guys talking about?" he asked, his tone a little forced.

"Oh, just about the town. How me and Wooyoung went to get some food and checked out a few shops..." Yeosang trailed off, noticing his mood. "Wait, did you manage to find him?" San shrugged, playing it off. "Yeah. He locked himself in the bathroom for a while, but I found him. He didn’t look great—probably just needs to sleep it off."

Since the audio files were a secret between them, San kept quiet about the real reason. Yeosang looked concerned, unaware of the tension simmering beneath the surface.

"Will he be coming down later?" she asked, oblivious to what had really happened.

San glanced away for a second before responding. "Not today... maybe tomorrow."

[desswright29]

CLASS 58 (Co-Captain)

Pairing: CopShuri X Cop reader

Contains: Reader Crushing hard, hints at cheating (that’s about it)

You pull into the parking lot, in your all black 1967 Mustang, 5:30 am on the dot. The sky was still pitch black and there were only two other cars in the parking lot that you assumed belonged to the instructors. You turn off your car, get out and sit on the hood, taking a deep breath, staring into the sky. Early morning was your favorite. The still and quietness of the morning had always helped you start your day off right. Popping your airpods in, you lay back and stare into the sky waiting for the sun to rise.

 Your mind wondered as “Angel numbers/10 toes” poured into your ears. You could only hope that this was the new beginning you needed. This offer from the FBI came at the perfect time. Right in time to give you a new beginning after you and your wife of 5 years divorced. You had the need to get away. Especially, after she’d taken the son you’d adopted together. Going through this would give you an outlet during the nasty custody battle you found yourself in. You didn't want to take him from her, just for the two of you to be able to co-parent cordially. But, she was making it so unnecessarily difficult.

“Get the fuck out y/n!”

“Baby please. Listen to me please!” You sat on your knees infront Riri, begging to be heard.

“What am I listening to? I saw everything I needed to see!”

“I was lonely, Ri! You're not even affectionate with me anymore! We hardly see eachother. Don't act like you haven't checked out of this relationship!”

“And who’s fault is that? How dare you!? How dare you turn this shit around on me to cover your ass. At least I was trying! I never even entertained the thought of cheating!”

The look in her eyes broke you. The tears spilling out of her big pretty brown eyes, onto her beautiful face. Since you were teens you’d worked hard to keep those eyes sparkling, to make her smile so hard that the dimples in her cheeks would show up. Now she was broken by you.

“I’m sorry.”

“Y/n, just go.” She seemed exhausted with the conversation.

“What about Amari?” You say in tears. A look of disgust came over Riri’s face.

“You should have thought of that shit before you placed your face between another bitches legs. Right now I don't want you around me or my child. Get out.” She spoke softly, walking away as though it took all her strength to hold her body upright.

You huffed, rubbing a hand over your face. To stop the tears from escaping. You had to shake it off, push the memory back into its space on the back of your mind, and prepare yourself for the day. 

“Today you will have your first P.T. test! It’s purely to gauge where you are physically right now and will not affect your grade. But, if I were you I'd give it a hundred percent! I suggest you don't waste our time or yours. When I release you all, you’ll head from the training building over to the gym and prepare for the push up and sit up segment of your test.” Mr. Kaufman looked over the class as they stood at attention, stern, serious. Making sure he got his point across.

“FALL OUT!”

The class fell out of formation, grabbing the belongings they would need to head to the gym when a voice called out to you.

“Aye yo Y/l/n wait up!” Benson scuffled, catching up to you. “What’s up, boss lady. We get assigned to dorms today. You think we’ll be roommates?”

“Prayerfully, my luck isn't that bad.” You continue on your way trying to avoid conversation not in the mood, however she doesn't take the hint.

“Ahh man you do me so bad. You're gonna love me when this is all over.” The two of you walk inside of the gym and find a weight bench to sit on, waiting for instruction.

“You’re very confident. You should direct that towards someone who won’t ruin that for you.”

“Loosen up, pretty lady. You can't be stuck up the entire six months.” You shot daggers at her and she finally took her cue. Laughter erupted from the other side of the gym, and you peered over seeing Shuri and a group of the guys from the class entering the gym. Damnit was she fine! When she walked into a room everyone had to sit up and take note, and you had to admit it had you intrigued. The girl that everyone would soon find to be the class whore, lingered closely pretending to be interested in whatever was being talked about. Laughing and twirling one of her cornrows around her finger.

“You could look a lil less disgusted by the sight.” You look back over at Benson’s amused face.

“What are you talking about?” You say defensively.

“You look like you wanna snatch Auguste up by them thick ass cornrows for being all up on Udaku.”

“I dont give a fuck about that girl. I don't know her.”

“Yea. Well you look like you want to.”

“Whatever.” You stood to your feet, rolling your eyes, and walking away with Bensons chuckle trailing behind you.

Mr. Kaufman entered the gym instructing you all to place out the green mats assigning you all to your respective lines. You were all called up by three’s for the push-up portion of the test. The class captain being one of the first up. She walked up confidently placing herself in a push up position. Sgt. Sanders called start and you watched Shuri work. Biceps protruding from her short sleeve compression shirt, and veins popping from her forearms and neck. She moved so effortlessly, even with her weighted vest on. You found yourself in a slight trance. She must have felt your stare, because her eyes found yours, her bottom lip curling into her mouth as she pushed them out faster. Your mouth fell open slightly as your mind traveled to places it shouldn't, her eyes never left yours as she put on a show.

“TIME! Damn good job Udaku! You knocked that out of the park!” The sergeant called out. Snapping you back into reality. You finally let out the breath that you never realized you were holding. What kind of spell did that woman have you under?

“I’d pay money to be the mat underneath that woman.” Auguste said from behind you.

You swallowed to ignore the way your body had gotten hot under Shuri’s gaze. A smug smile sat on her lips as she walked past you.

“Good luck, battle.” (Military jargon to acknowledge other military personnel. short for “battle buddy”)

She knew who you were.

“Y/l/n, you're up!”

You sat on your knees on the mat looking ahead seeing Shuri standing in between the lines arms crossed, focused directly on you. You got in position and when start was called, you looked straight forward, avoiding Shuri’s eyes that burned a hole through you. You knocked out your two minutes effortlessly.

“TIME! Udaku’s got some competition! Great job y/l/n!” You found Shuri once again, as you stood to your feet. She stood in the same position she was in before. A small smile plastered on her face as she gave a slight nod in your direction, before walking over to her group of friends.

The rest of the test breezed by. You and Shuri taking the lead the entire day. She left you in the dust on the running portion. She was Olympic level fast. And you were impressed.

“Alright everyone! Settle down. Get to your seats! Great job today. We’re gonna go ahead and release you all so that you can get settled in the dorms. Good news. You all will be the first class to use the new dorms. So only two to a room. You’ll share a a kitchen and bathroom. The bedrooms are seperate.”

The class began to cheer.

“Dont get too excited you dont get to choose your roommate. The list is on the board in the hall. Check it out. Get settled, curfew is at 9 pm. That means toe to line for count at 8:59! Get out of here.”

The class stood to their feet, the chairs squeaking against the floors as they rushed into the hall to find out who they would be spending the next six months with. You stayed behind, pushing in chairs waiting for the crowd to clear out. You pulled out your phone turning it on, checking to see if there was any word from Riri. Once again nothing.

You shot her a quick message before placing your phone back into your pocket and walking out into the hallway. 

You were met with Bensons smiling face at the end of the hallway. 

“Whaddup roomie!” Her face lit up with a smile and her arms spread wide. Your eyes widened.

“No way!” You rushed over to the list, your finger roaming over the paper until you found your name; low and behold your name was listed below Bensons in room 306. 

Your head dropped as you let out a sigh. 

“Don’t act like you don’t love the idea of being alone with me 24/7” You let out a groan. 

“We’re gonna have to set some clear boundaries. Atleast I know what to expect from you.” Benson pumped her fist yelling. “This is gonna be a fucking blast!”

“No yelling in the halls!” Sgt. Sanders yelled from the office. 

“My bad sarg!” She yelled back. You shook your head and started walking out of the building.

“I’ll meet you at the dorm Benson.”

As you walked to your car, you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand at attention, you felt someone quietly approaching, your guard went up and you turned quickly ready to strike when you came face to face with Udaku herself. Your hand went up to your chest as you let out a breath. 

“Shit!”

“I apologize. I didn't mean to startle you. Wasn’t trying to sneak up, I'm just naturally stealthy…..Like a cat.” She stood in front of you, her smirk showing just a sliver of her perfect teeth, today her hair was braided back, and she had changed into a simple black sweat suit, she made it look like she’d just stepped out of vogue, and It made your body visibly tremble.

She noticed your reaction as her gaze traveled over your body, “Cold?”

“Uh yea. It is pretty chilly.” You say once again avoiding her eyes. 

“Yes it is.” She stuck her hands into the pockets of her jacket. “Y/l/n right? I noticed you didn't come get my information after class yesterday.”

“I think I'm capable of listening and getting the same information you receive. I won’t be needing it.” You say, and she smirks.

“The other Army recruit, huh?”

“How’d you know?”

“Kind of my job, and I can tell you’re very strong willed, competitive, and prepared.”

“Competitive?” One of your brows shot up, your arms crossing in defense. 

“Yes, I saw your attempt at beating my scores, and though I admire your resolve, you can’t beat me.”  A smirk spread across your face. 

“Is that so?” She nodded very sure of herself.

“It is very much so.”

“Riiiiight Captain. We’ll see.” You say with a salute. She gave a chuckle, the soft sound made your ears perk up, you could listen to that forever, my God was everything about this woman attractive!

“But since you can’t beat me. I was thinking you would consider joining me.” You cocked your head to the side waiting for her to continue.

“You see I need a Co-Captain. And turns out I get to choose. I’ve watched you and think you would be the perfect partner.”

“Oh do you?”

“I haven’t seen anyone more qualified than you.”

“Co-Captain?” She placed prayer hands in front of her, before putting on her best pleading face.

“Pretty pretty pleeeease?” Those intense eyes focusing on your own, paired with her sexy accent had you looking away quickly trying to avoid the blush from rising on your cheeks. 

“Your one hell of a negotiator. Where’d

 you learn?”

“I’d say it was my military training, but that one in particular seems to work best outside of work.” This time you couldn’t escape the blush.

“I’ll do it.”

“Yes!” She said pumping her fist just like Benson had earlier. She held out her hand and you firmly grasp it; The two of you shook on it. “I look forward to doing business with you.”

“Same.” The handshake lingered a bit before the two of you let go.

“That yours?” She said her head nodding towards your car. Your face lit up. Not going unnoticed by Shuri.

“ ‘67 Reborn. My dad passed it down to me. His dad passed it down to him. She’s my baby.”Shuri nodded her head, cocking it to the side, her smile getting bigger.

“Cute.” She said, Your head snapped towards her. “The car. She’s beautiful.” Her gaze lingered on you, and the two of you stared at each other for what felt like minutes. In reality it was only a few seconds. She turned towards the building, throwing a “See you at the dorms partner,” over her shoulder before walking away.

You stared as she swaggered her way into the building. Leaving you with her clean scent lingering and your heart racing.

This was going to be a long 6 months.

Once inside your car you check your phone again. Heading straight to you and Riri’s text thread. The only thing ther was the several read text messages you’d sent over the past few weeks. Including the one you’d just sent.

Ri, I’m sorry. Just let me see him

Shuri watched from the window inside of the training building, as you hit the steering wheel in frustration. You sat back staring at the sky for awhile before you finally placed your key in the ignition and headed towards the dorms.

[thatonebirdwrites]

I feel like this chapter isn't up to my usual caliber. I usually use more immersive details, but I just have been so ill that editing and cleaning this up for posting has taken up more energy than expected.

One more chapter to end Act 2, and then we're in Act 3.

EXCERPT:

Lena wakes to the scent of coffee brewing. She stretches in bed, not wanting to leave its warmth and the smell of Kara on the pillow she hugged. Humming echoes in harmony with the taps of a spatula and an almost purring noise that undercut it all. Intrigued, Lena slips out of bed, grabs her robe, and walks into Kara’s kitchen. 

Kara stands at the stove making pancakes again, and the purring is definitely from her. It’s not the first time she’s heard the deeper tones in Kara’s humming, but it’s almost like throat singing and yet not at the same time. 

She’s not entirely sure how to ask Kara about it or if it is rude, but she’s curious about their anatomical differences, not just from a scientific standpoint but also because she wants to map those differences with her hands and tongue. Which is a bit too heated a thought for a soon to be busy day.

After a cold shower, she walks into the kitchen, kisses Kara's cheek, and takes Kara’s offered plate. “So what is your plans for today?”

Kara sighs and pours the syrup until her plate is basically pancake soup with syrup as the broth. “Nia and I are checking on our contacts in San Jose Barrio, and we’re trying to get a more accurate number of afflicted. Nia says her roommate isn’t feeling well, and most of her drag friends are also ill. So it’s hitting humans now too.” 

Lena frowns. “It’s spreading faster than we thought. Do you know how many in total affected? I will check the clinics today with Sam, and I'll see if I can drum up a solution with Florence in our lesson.” She uses her portal watch for the hour lesson, timed for eight am so it's two pm for Florence. Just in time to help tend the garden before the magic drills. 

Kara shakes her head. “They don’t trust me yet, so I can't get accurate numbers. Supergirl hasn’t earned back the trust of the alien community, and as Kara Danvers, I’m too close to Supergirl.” She grumbles and takes a large bite of her soupy concoction. Syrup drips off her fork to splatter over the top of the second pancake.

“What if you go as your alien self?” Lena takes a small bite.

“That could expose me?” Kara tilts her head.

“No, I mean.” Lena cuts another piece of her pancake and arranges her thoughts in a more coherent manner. “Kara Danvers is human to them. But a reporter than is an alien? Nia’s half-alien, and they trust her.” 

“But I can’t say I’m alien as Danvers—”

“Hey,” Lena reaches over to gently lay her hand over Kara’s restless fingers, “I understand, okay? That needs to stay a secret. Be strategic on who you talk to, don’t name where exactly you’re from, maybe avoid your last name. I can do a glamour charm to make your face harder to remember.” 

Kara raises her eyebrows. “Huh. Well, that's an idea. Glamour?”

“What Florence calls illusions. She’s having me read an old tome about various magical styles, so I can derive their origins.” She slices into her second pancake with the edge of her fork. “Since, as she put it, ‘Yuh too curious for yer own good. So here, be safe about it.’” Lena mimics the accent with a roll of her eyes. “I’m simply trying to be accurate. There must be rules governing all this.”

“It’s magic, Lena. And can you really do a spell like that?” Kara’s eyes shine with wonder. 

“It can’t be that hard.” Lena wipes her hands on her napkin, stands, and picks up the book from the coffee table. It’s a thick tome with a brown cover with leave etchings on it. She flips through the yellow-stained pages, until she finds the right one. She taps the page. “Ingredients rather simple. Will need to enchant an item near your face. Scarf and hat best. I don’t recommend glasses since you use that for your human self. This needs to be an item you don’t associate with Kara Danvers.” She reads through the incantation, which is a mixture of Irish with the last line in Latin. 

[streaminn]

oh i had totally forgot about joel lmao x) he is so inexistant for me, but happy for Enid to chew on him like a toy. lol

But, as i said in the comment, I propose:

Stalker au

Wednesday was on edge, she needed to blow up some steam. Her stalker had been slipping away from her grasps every time she had tried to trap them.

But the Seer had an idea. Each time she had Fencing class and even her club session with the competitive team, Wednesday could feel, on the back of her neck, the lense of her stalker watching her, capturing her duels. Especially when the Addams was fighting her rival, Bianca Barclay.

So, her plan was simple. To rile up her stalker so that they would make a mistake. Wednesday had asked Bianca for another private training session, something they did before tournaments. She had let the information slip to her roommate. The Raven was suspicious ... hopeful ... that her wolf was the stalker, but even if she wasn't, Enid's loose lips might end up sharing the news to her prey.

Wednesday and Bianca had been getting closer, after the events of last year. A sense of mutual respect growing around their antagonism. Frenemies Enid had called them. Still, it wasn't enough to dissipate all the tension between the siren and the seer.

A tension that could become something else, Wednesday had read. In the Addams library, a younger girl learned amongst overly romantic autobiographical novels and journal diaries, with some disdain, that a worthy opponent could eventually become a worthy lover.

Now, of course, the Seer had no such aspiration for Bianca (not in this universe atleast) . But, she was more than willing to use her in this stratagem. The siren was none the wiser as it could spoil it all.

---

Here they were both, in the fencing hall, trading blows with their masks off, as it was usual for them. Each meeting the other as an equal between their blades. Wednesday wasn't pulling punches, she couldn't afford it with Bianca, but she was waiting for the perfect opportunity, as she felt the hairs on the back of neck raised.

There it was, the moment. The sabers against one another, as they were inches from each others. Bianca was smiling recklessly, enjoying herself greatly in this bout. About to taunt her opponent, she was shocked when suddenly Wednesday surged forward (and up) and kissed the siren. At first, the girl was paralyzed, until she regained her countenance and grabbed the black attire of her adversary, to press them together and answer back to the kiss.

After barely a handful of seconds of making out, they were interrupted by crash through the window's glass of the room. Wednesday rushed immediately to it, seeking to see who was the culprit, but no one was there. Meanwhile, Barclay was catching her breath, she touched a lips, still feeling the ghost of a sensation. "Wha... what the fuck, Addams."

---

"Oh. My. Goddess !" Enid was running. She was furious, enraged even ! Her wolf was thrashing inside her, trying to burst through her own skin.

"WHAT THE FUCK !!! Wednesday would never ! She can't ! This doesn't make any sense !" The young wolf blew through the door of her dorm, their dorm. She jumped on her bed, grab a pillow and started screaming into it.

You did NOT have to do enid dirty with that kiss 😭

Fuck, she'd be absolutely pissed at that. Just angry and so -

She cant explain it. The moment she dares put it into words, she doesnt know what she'll do. Its the ripping of her pillow that snaps her into focus and she clenches her jaw so hard, it makes her head ache. She cant stay here. If she does, she's just going to fuck herself over even more by showing how affected she was.

Wednesday would find out then. See how absolutely pathetic she is and-

Enid flips her pillow over and slams the door on the way out.

There's whispers clawing under her skin, agonized whimpers of pain betrayal and why whywHy.

She tries not to pay attention to it but its hard not too. Not when the scene is so vivid, so painstakenly clear. It feels like a sign. No, an insult. Wednesday knows, she knows she exists and oh, it should make her swoon but not when it leads to this. Leads to her being hurt again and again.

(ungrateful.

After everything they've been through.)

It wouldve hurt less if it was the fish that started it but no. It almost felt like she was dying again when it happened and she couldnt help it. One moment she was peering into the glass and the next- well, it simply got so loud.

(she's mine, mine mine miNeMInemInE)

Enid kicked her door open, glaring into the red room and hating the way wednesday looks back. Theyre gorgeous photos, absolutely breathtaking. It wouldve filled her with such adoration but now? When she remembers what happened? It leaves her tearing through them like an animal gone insane. She may aswell be, with how much wednesday insists she drive her crazy with her stupidity.

(maybe this is what she wants... For enid to be driven to this state

How cruel, how sadistic

Enid would let her, she'd do anything for wednesday

Anything.)

She could forgive the first time. It was a silly mistake, wednesday didnt know better, she didnt know that she was-

Enid took a deep breath when the chaos was over and couldnt help but lean over her sink, claws digging into the marble where familiar yet old clawmarks laid.

Why does wednesday keep doing this? Kissing all the wrong people and for what?

Information?

Pleasure?

(I could do better

Let me do better please

pLeASe)

Theres something floating in the lake the next day. A beautiful fish, large in size and obviously a rare find. It wouldve been a lovely thing to eat.

How unfortunate that it lay gutted and ruined for all too see instead. It smelt putrid, the organs ripped wide open and left to spoil such well loved meat.

Wednesday stares and she understands.

Enid simply sits in her room, picking blood out from under nails.

Its not enough, she thinks.

Its never enough.

[libraford]

Your roommate was really an abusive, narcissistic, gaslighting piece of shit huh? Every story you tell just reeks of parallels to people who have escaped abusive relationships and it makes me very glad for you that the bitch is gone

It's a little hard to say how I feel because every person that I've had a falling out with I've gotten to be friends with again once we got out of the cohabitation situation.

But the thing is that I was never really... friends with her? Pock was friends with A through a discord server and we met twice before deciding that we both needed more space. And I like... knew that we were going to butt heads. Because she said she was 'tidy' and I expressed that I typically piss off roommates that are 'tidy' because I run a crafting business and it takes up a lot of space and sometimes I leave in the middle of a project because I didn't plan my time well.

And she was like 'well maybe you'll learn how to clean by living with me.'

And I was like 'and maybe you'll learn to loosen up.'

And she didn't like that and I knew it was gonna be a problem.

Spoiler alert: she never learned to loosen up.

So you can see how I might be the house heel at this point, right? I'm not anyone's direct friend, I leave messes sometimes, and I already told her to back off before we started.

And like... I started thinking about cycles of abuse really early on in the relationship because we met her mother on two separate occasions and hooooo boy you can see where she gets it. The part of me that was trying to advocate for myself was fighting with the part of me that wants to advocate for others and its really hard to do that when she'd open her mouth and her mom's voice would come out.

Like sometimes she'd say some anti-semitic shit in front of me and then at my stunned silence say something like 'ugh, so glad I can talk to you about this' and the reason she can't talk about it with anyone else is because her partner... is Jewish. Like umm... no? You can't talk to me about this? What the fuck???? And its like I couldn't go to her partner about it because she'd find out I told her and we'd have another three days where her mood affects the entire house so I just sat on that for like four years and I'd thinking about it every time she was invited to Passover or Hannukah or if there was a thing at the synagogue and she'd refuse to go with her partner even though this was something very important to her-

...sorry, that's not important. I'm still like processing a lot of the shit that came out of her mouth because honestly it was four years of dear gods, what's going to happen next?

Point is.

If we could have left sooner, we probably would. But our lease expired mid-pandemic and we were not about to go looking for a new place, so we stayed.

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 18

welcome to the eighteenth fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

1. A Kind Of Cosmic Joke by @eatdirt

And it's not like it's a big deal. It's decidedly not a big deal. Really it's hardly a deal at all. It's just that, maybe, in the trick of the light, if you squint and turn your head just so, Keith is…

Keith is big.

nothing in the entire history of voltron legendary defender, nay the history of voltron entirely, is funnier than the moment where lance called keith grizzled. he absolutely deserves to be clowned on for that for eternity, even in modern aus, like this fic. lance freaking out about keith getting bigger is funny in every universe in every way and this fic nails it lol

2. only a hippopotamus will do by perfchan

Lance walks into the kitchen and stops. Physically stops, the cup in his hand that’s in need of a refill completely forgotten.

He turns, slowly. Raises an eyebrow. Are those...cookies? He blinks.

Yep. He leans in closer to inspect. Sugar cookies in the shape of pine trees. Green icing, mostly, with the stars on top slathered on in yellow. Well. They’re sort of messy, more like green and yellow blobs, actually. But that’s clearly the intention. Sprinkles for ornaments.

Christmas cookies.

There’s a whole plate of them---a paper plate, stacked high with handmade cookies, wrapped in plastic wrap---and they just randomly appeared. Right here on his kitchen counter.

Lance huffs out little sigh and shakes his head. Maybe mutters something under his breath. But he doesn’t give it much thought once he’s left the kitchen. Afterall, his perpetually cranky, sourfaced roommate basically lives to do weird shit to annoy him. Or something. Lance has found that living with Keith means one thing: expect the unexpected.

And everything tends to get a little crazier when the holidays roll around.

sweetheart keith! overdramatic lance! yes yes yes! and i mean overdramatic lance in this fic lmfao he is epitome dramaqueen bisexual. this fic kills me tho bc for starters its a modern au, and i fckn love modern aus, but further still it is an au wherein lance gets keith as a roommate entirely bc he finds keith hot and his smile breathtaking. what a dumbass nerd. love him

3. Trying Times by @shyfoxes

Keith comes back Hot and Lance has a crisis on the bottom bunk.

u know those fics that make u fan ur face a little? not necessarily bc it’s explicit or anything but bc its just so swoony and romantic and shit and ur embarrassed about how affected u are?? that’s this fic.

4. As If by @surveycorpsjean

The five times Lance was his impulse control, and the one time he wasn't.

y’all know me with 5+1s. i love this one in particular tho bc keith is such a prick lmao. i love when keith is rough and scowly and doesnt handle other people well and can’t emote to save his life. i love when he loves deeply and endlessly with his whole heart but in the least conventional possible way, and i love fics where lance slowly learns to recognise the strange ways in which keith says i-love-you and this fic kills that

5. A Human Thing by @xirayn

Lance comes through a wormhole as a woman. It doesn't change much. aka Lance is gender fluid so getting gender bent by space magic only presents one problem, which turns out not to be Keith.

“Lance, can we just talk? After that you can go back to avoiding me.” Lance scoffed even as her eyes remained stubbornly forward. “I’m not avoiding you.” “Then what are you doing?” That earned him a glare, which would have been annoying if not for how happy Keith was to have her looking at him again. “I’m being a good partner and giving you space while I'm not your type.” Keith crossed his arms and met her eyes with a glare of his own, brow furrowed and lips a tight line. “Not my type?” Lance let out a long sigh of exasperation. “Female, Keith. I don't want you to feel like you have to force yourself to be attracted to women just because your boyfriend currently is one.”

genderfluid lance loml! this fic explores that entire concept so so well, even with the complications of extablished klance and team dynamics and UGH this fic is genuinely one of my faves. the slow trickle to the reveal near the end was planted there the whole time, but i was so caught up that i didnt realise it so when it finally came to light i was gagged!!

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!