#going to pull for whoever's first ig

[rubys-domain]

sooooooooo, now that the stream spilled the deets, let's talk 4.0 banners shall we?

1st half: Lyney, Yelan; Lynette

2nd half: Childe, Zhongli; Freminet

pulling plans below cuz this is gonna be a long one

so, on my main account. i don't know if i want to pull zhongli this rerun tbh. i already have layla and she's serving me pretty well already. maybe after i get the other 5 stars i really want. yelan though......

see. on my main account, i already have xingqiu. and i probably won't need a team where i'll be using both of them anytime soon. originally i wanted her because i thought i would need xingqiu in both teams in the abyss. but 1) i still can't be bothered to do the abyss, and probably won't be for a good long while, and 2) i'm not even gonna need him for my chongyun team in the abyss since i'd be going the melt route. my cyno team would benefit from having her instead of xingqiu, sure. i just broke my back pulling for kokomi though, and i don't fancy doing that again in literally the next round of banners. therefore, yelan will have to wait until her next rerun.

so, new characters. i am kinda curious about lyney. but i know nothing about him except that he's a pyro bow user. so i'm gonna do it like this: if i want cons of the other 4 stars on the banner, i'll casually pull (i.e. not being on a mad dash to grind primos like i'd been for the past week or so). if i don't, my primo wallet can finally take a breather.

for the second half, despite me giving freminet the massive side-eye back when he was leaked, i'm a sucker for cryo in general so i might be tempted to get a copy of him. if i do then i'll pull on the zhongli side. if i get a zhongli along the way, that's cool too. but honestly i'd rather i lose the 50/50 (and get tighnari, fingers crossed), which would make me a little more ready if venti or anyone else of personal interest gets a rerun soon after

okay, time to talk about the alt.

this is a bit of a tough one tbh. since yelan is getting a rerun before xingqiu comes back to the starglitter shop, i am incentivized to pull for her since i don't have xingqiu there yet and it doesn't feel good in the slightest. but i still haven't gotten kokomi there yet, and she would also be a godsend to have. so i need to figure out whether or not i should keep pulling for kokomi or wait until yelan's banner.

and i'm probably gonna skip zhongli's banner there honestly. even though i still haven't gotten her shield strength up to snuff, the bottleland event did give me a free layla. and even though he would be a massive upgrade in the shield department, i'm gonna be exhausted as all hell after grinding primos for kokomi/yelan.

actually... how about this. a few days before the current banner ends, hoyo releases a notice for the next half's banners. so what i'm gonna do is this: i'm gonna hold off on pulling in the alt until then. if xingqiu turns out to be one of the 4 stars featured with yelan and lyney, then i'm gonna keep waiting until 4.0 to pull. (still gonna keep my starglitter tho in case i get super unlucky and don't get either of them). if he's not one of the featured 4 stars, i'm dumping all my primos into kokomi's banner. and then it's all up to luck — if i win the 50/50 i get kokomi, and if i lose the 50/50 i get yelan. or at least a higher chance of getting yelan depending on how many primos i can grind. i'll still pull even if i get kokomi though. at least until i get a rosaria or the banner ends. i won't pull on yelan's banner until the 2nd half banner notices drop. then, if there's still no sign of xingqiu and there aren't any 4 stars i want in the next banner besides freminet, i'll dump all my remaining primos into yelan's banner. if i get her, yay. i just really need to grind up starglitter to get xingqiu cuz i want to get him either way. if i still don't have enough starglitter by the time yelan's banner ends, i'll wait for the 4.1 stream and 1st half banner notices before deciding whether or not to pull on the zhongli banner. if there's a 5 star i really need or a 4 star i really want cons on, then i'll continue pulling for starglitter on the 4.1 banners. if none of the 4.1 banners sound useful then i'm pulling on the zhongli banner. getting freminet or zhongli along the way would be a happy bonus.

sigh i do hope i don't have to get yelan though... i'm not confident that my alt can farm the ruin serpent without everyone being on life support after every single fight. farming the aeonblight drake for layla was painful enough.

[pyromore]

microdosing on upheaving my life by destroying all my current genshin builds to center my entire account around scara

[auroraksr]

LATINAS DO IT BETTER [ LANDO NORRIS ]

synopsis: lando started dating a latina woman: you

warnings: HC! fem!reader, i'm latina so don't come after me this is literally my dream, +18, this is shaped in a brazilian latina vibes but ig could also work for others coutries, brazil special in the end

⚕ when you first started dating, the culture shock was literally shocking, he would almost always ask about your home country and how you would do this or that based on how you grew up

⚕ the day he met your parents he was a bundle of nerves cause he talked to carlos about it and he said that latinos are very intense - he already knew, he dated you - and that there were this common culture of "scaring the daughter's boyfriend"

⚕ he loves hearing you speak in your native language and says it's "sexy"

⚕ when he first slept in your house he was mega confused about you taking 2/3 showers per day cause his european ass do not do this

⚕ he loves and praise your body in every chance he has and says it's the "latinos genes"

⚕ he was more of a tits guy before meeting you, but after he discovered the latinos fascination with ass - bundas, as he says himself -, he started appreciating it a lot more and eventually grew into a ass guy

⚕ when he first visited your home country, he was all in for the culture, he went to the beach as a proper latino, drank every alcohol drink he found - and got very drunk -, ate every food he was offered - and barely passed out cause he was not used to the spiceness and seasoning - and even learned a bit of your native lauguage so he could communicate

⚕ he gets really turned on by you talking dirty in your native language and always asks for it

⚕ he always have the best fun comparing brands names with you and how you would say it in your country

⚕ if your country has a gp, when the race was there he would definitively ask you to go with him and would make the most of the time there. he would also act like a native to his gridmates and throw useless info at them simply cause he knows

⚕ he would brag about having a hot latina girl by his side 24/7, to whoever it is, you, his friends and even some stranger complementing you on the street

⚕ everytime there is a latina character in a show or movie he would say that she is "so you"

⚕ the first time he tasted your country's food, he never went back and always asks you to cook for him cause he loves it

⚕ he studied a bit of your country's history and everytime something like a national holiday come up, he would always remind you throught the day and celebrate - even the dumbest dates

⚕ he would binge watch shows from your country with you, especially the ones from your childhood cause he wanted a taste of how you grew up like

⚕ he learned a bit of your language and everytime you're both alone he would ask you to teach him some more or show off with his "skills"

⚕ he would beg carlos to help him out pre-relationship/in the very start

⚕ sometimes he's convinced you're too much for him and say that "no way a guy like me could pull out such a hot woman like you"

brazil special

⚕ he would always ask you about how it was growning up so close to senna's legacy and think it's crazy how the whole country idolizes him even after his death

⚕ he would always wear his palmeiras shirt cause he know it was a team from brazil - you being a palmeirense or not

⚕ everytime you're reunited with max and pietra, him and max like to pay attention to you and pietra speaking portuguese

⚕ he loves the country's love for soccer and learned to play a bit just so he could play with you and your family

⚕ when he first found out what "funk" is he was shocked, but of course he grew to like it and loves watching you dance

[nina-ya]

Hello hello nina-chwan! I have this idea that I would love to read from you if it’s interesting enough? It’s about the female crush or s/o (either way is fine🤗) of law and/or marco, and whoever you want to add, who has really long hair (it reaches past her hips/butt) but she always has it in an updo.

So I’d like to know how it will go when they see it down for the first time while she was taking care of it one day. I’m trying to grow my hair out and have always wanted to have it super long so… one piece men + long hair hyperfixation got me wondering ig? 😅

I’m sorry I’m being so awkward but thanks in advance lovely 😅🧡

A/N: HIIII I got to write for the sexy doctors omgggg I also added Zoro too cause why not THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING I HOPE YOU ENJOYYY Pairings: Law x Reader, Marco x Reader, Zoro x Reader (separately) CW: None for Law and Marcos parts. References to sex and hair pulling in Zoros part. WC: 982

Law had not intended to intrude on your privacy, but as fate would have it, he found himself needing something from you soon after you had stepped out of the shower. The encounter gave him a view he had not witnessed before- your hair down, still glistening from the shower.

You were absorbed in the act of brushing out your hair when Law entered. The room smelled of your shampoo, and the sight of you taking care of your hair captivated him. Law couldn’t help but stare. He took in the soft scene unfolding before him, and it only fueled his growing infatuation for you.

You caught movement in the corner of your eyes, and turned to see Law. Surprise filled your features as you took in the sight of him leaning against the doorway with a small smirk on his face. “Didn’t mean to catch you at a bad time,” he said, his voice filled with amusement. Your face heated up, and before you got a chance to chastise him, he spoke up again, catching you off guard. “Your hair down suits you.” It was a simple statement, but it was enough to make you stumble over your words.

“Haha, thanks… I, uh...” you started, trailing off as you failed to find the words to respond. Law's gaze lingered onto you as he stepped towards you, stopping just by your side. He didn’t say anything at first; rather he just reached out to lightly touch your hair. A shiver ran down your spine at the feeling, and you watched as he twirled the damp lock of hair in his fingers for a moment. 

A small smile played on his lips as he continued, “You know, you should wear it down more often.” His words left you in a flustered gratitude.

Clearing your throat, you spoke up, “Um, did you need something?” you asked, changing the subject.

He looked at you and an air of realization crossed him that he indeed did come to you initially for a purpose, but it seemed inconsequential now, “I did, but that's not important anymore.” He dropped the piece of hair he was holding and took a step back and looked at you with a smirk as he said, “what’s important now is that you have to start showing me this more often, okay?” 

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Marco had known your hair was long, judging by the intricacies of the hair styles you usually held it up in, but he did not know just how long your hair was. At least until he stumbled across you sitting on the edge of your bed, in the process of tying it up to protect it from what the day may hold. 

There you were, your hair falling down your sides, reflecting the light that shone through the window. Parting your hair and preparing to put it up, you looked up and saw Marcos' expression, sensing something was off. You spoke up, “What's wrong?” dropping your hands to your sides as you let go of your hair, opting to pay attention to him instead.

Marco snapped out of his trance and walked up to you as he responded, “Oh it’s nothing.” He took a seat on the bed next to you as he continued, “You just caught me off guard," he reached out and ran his hand through your hair as he continued, “I knew your hair was long, I guess I just never realized how long it was.”

A smile spread across your lips as you felt his fingers run through your hair. “Surprise” you teased. Marco chuckled, his free hand finding its way to yours, interlacing your fingers.

“I like it,” Marco said, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. “But then again, I like everything about you.” He stopped running his fingers through your hair, and he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Leave it down for a bit,” he suggested, his eyes lingering on your hair.

“Why?” you asked.

He simply responded with, “I just want to admire the view.” 

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Zoro had stumbled into your room unexpectedly, his horrific sense of direction failing him once again. As he entered, he noticed you sitting by a mirror untangling your hair. Without much of a reaction, Zoro glanced in your direction and muttered a nonchalant, “This isn’t the men's quarters,” 

You looked at him in slight surprise at the abrupt entrance and rolled his eyes at the comment. “Zoro, how the hell did you get lost on the ship? It's not even that big,” you asked, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

He grunted in acknowledgement, eyes glancing around the room before he decided to settle on your bed. You continued detangling your hair as Zoro struck up a conversation with you. He leaned against the headboard, seemingly absorbed in the conversation. Every now and then, his gaze would linger on you a moment more than usual, his expression suggesting that the conversation was not the only thing he had on his mind. But you never noticed, as you were too caught up in your own actions. 

Soon, he left the room, seemingly unbothered by the new sight of seeing your hair down, but you would soon realize that he was thinking long and hard about it. Ever since that moment, his hands always found a place in your hair. Fingers delicately threading through the strands to lull you to sleep. Gripping firmly to angle your head, seeking better access to plant kisses and bites along the length of your neck. His touch became purposeful– pulling it away from your face into a makeshift ponytail to reveal your teary-eyed expression as you worked to please him with your mouth. Intertwining and tugging hard as he is buried deep within you coaxing the sweetest moans from your throat. Maybe, just maybe, you should have let your hair down sooner.

[misscinnamonroll16]

More brozone headcanons

Some of these are a little more mature than others, read at your own risk ig

John Dory drinks his coffee black

Bruce likes his coffee sweet with a little cream

Clay prefers a little sugar, a little cream

Floyd doesn't really like coffee, says it makes him jittery. He drinks tea with honey and a little milk. Ironically tea can have more caffeine than coffee

John Dory is bisexual/bi curious. Floyd catches him checking out some dude and calls him out on it

Bruce flirts with every girl he meets but in such a way that makes them wish he wasn't married

Each of the bros have caught Clay crying his eyes out bc of a book. JD instantly goes to comfort him and he accepts it. Bruce tried to understand what he's babbling about and comfort him. Floyd hugs him and cries with him. Branch is a little unsure and just kind of awkwardly pats him on the back

Clay curses in Spanish, but incorrectly.

Jd can sew

Bruce and JD have an unspoken competitions for who can come up with the worse dad joke

Floyd's favorite show was (and still is) SpongeBob

John swears so much

Clay was a clumsy kid, so JD always had bandaids on hand and he still does.

John Dory has a sixth sense for when his brothers are about to do something bad

When they were younger, JD did that annoying sibling thing of flicking their ears over and over again.

John tried to use the preschool rope method for keeping track of his brothers, especially at concerts

Branch, Clay and John have so many scars

Clay likes origami

JD can handle his alcohol, most of the time

The rest of the brothers have a harder time handing their alcohol

Someone calls Bruce a dilf and only Floyd knows what it means, he starts wheezing

Each of the brothers reactions to finding out that they're going to be a big brother (for the first time). John was so excited and happy, planning out everything him and his new sibling were gonna do (as much planning as a toddler can do). Spruce was intrigued, staring at Clay's bright yellow egg, trying to figure out if he was gonna like what came out. Clay was NOT HAPPY about being a big brother, he liked being the baby. Him and Floyd did not get along for like the first week until Floyd puked on John, then Clay was like "you're not so bad kid". Floyd was absolutely excited to be a big brother, like John but more, he had his older brothers to ask about how to be the best big brother he could.

Clay tried to get rid of Floyd and Branch by throwing them away and flushing down the toilet, luckily he didn't get very far.

When they were younger, John Dory used his height to his advantage, holding things out of reach and using heads as arm rests

John Dory has given himself stitches, set his broken bones and dislocated joints. After a particularly rough adventure, Branch comes to him asking for help with his wounds. John is suddenly a trained medical professional, giving him wonderful stitches and setting his dislocated shoulder.

All the younger bros still look up to JD but you'll never hear them say it.

Floyd was (and still is) scared of the dark

John teases Bruce, saying he never got to walk him down the aisle at his wedding

Floyd becomes the biggest whore if left unattended and drunk, flirting dirty with every man he encounters. He's half naked dancing on a bar to some raunchy song. JD or Bruce prompting throw him over their shoulder and try and sober him up

Clay is a funny drunk. He's telling dumb jokes to whoever will listen, most of the time they don't make sense. Non stop giggling. But if motivated will do stupid shit

Clay accidentally hurts himself and as JD is patching him up, he jokingly asks JD to "kiss and make it feel better." John knows he's joking but does it anyway. "Does it feel better Clay?" "yes."

Bruce has called some of his kids by his brothers' names. The older ones have been called 'john', 'john Dory', and 'jd'. When they pull pranks (the most frequent one) they're called Clay. When they're crying for no reason they're called Floyd. The younger ones have been called branch. For a little while they didn't know who those guys were but after a while their dad opened up to them

Bruce's kids were so excited to get to know their uncles. Bruce didn't talk about them much so when they showed up the kids were eager but they were a little distracted

[vanesycho]

Hiiii!

Idk if ur open to this request, but can you write part. 2 of the toxic jaemin ff where the reader gets with jeno(his bsf) in a relationship and jaemin is jealous but the reader doesn't want him back at all? No getting back w jaemin at the end PLS🩷

Thank you to the person who wrote the first request in my account, I hope it was as you wanted🤍🤍 cuz I realized that I gave very little space to Jaemin while writing Jeno and the reader's relationship development...

f!reader x jaemin(ft. jeno(ig))

You can read part 1 here

wc: 4,8k

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"What have you done?"

"Look, what I do is none of your business, okay buddy? Why don't you mind your own business instead of sticking your nose into other people's lives?"

Jeno and Jaemin had been arguing in the kitchen for the last few minutes, it all started when Jaemin brought 'that girl', your best friend, to the house he shared with Jeno. Before Jeno could even question what was going on, he caught their attention with a fake cough as the two began to get closer.

“Jaemin, come with me to the kitchen, now.”

That was all he said and they had been arguing ever since he said it.

“She loved you and you used her? You’re a rotten bastard Jaemin, you don’t deserve shit. When are you going to throw that girl in your trash bin huh? When you get enough of the attention you want?”

Jaemin rolled his eyes and let out a deep breath, this was only making his head hurt. He licked his dry lips and walked towards Jeno. Spoke in a deep voice without even trying to shout.

"What the fuck I do is none of your business I'm telling you again. If you don't like it, get the fuck out of this house. I don't care about Y/n, or you."

The sound of the door opening made both of them turn their heads, the girl was waiting in front of the door and looking at Jaemin. Jaemin glanced at Jeno briefly before walking towards the girl and giving her a small kiss on the lips. This only made Jeno laugh nervously.

He left the kitchen without waiting, only grabbing his phone and leaving the house without even changing. His feet headed towards your house.

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It was your second week without your phone and Jaemin. After that message, you hadn’t had the courage to look at your phone again.You were very confused during this process, you had lost your only friend. You had thought you were loved for the first time and you had made a fool of yourself.You couldn't even eat properly, you couldn't even find the strength to get out of bed... Until there was a knock on the door.

You lazily lifted your head from the bed, the person knocking on the door was insistent. You let out a whimpering and shuffled towards the door.

"Whoever knocks on my door better give me a good reason."

You mumbled to yourself and opened the door. The person you saw made you widen your eyes in surprise, it was Jaemin's close friend Jeno.Why did he come? Did he want something from you? Was he going to trick you like Jaemin?

"Y/n...Can I come in? Please.

You looked at the voice that interrupted your thoughts, paused for a moment, not knowing what to do, but you gave up.You had nothing to lose so you stepped back and let him in.

Jeno mumbled a 'thank you' and walked in. You led him into the living room. When Jeno sat down on one of the couches, you walked a little further away from him and sat down.

Neither of you said a word, you just tapped your foot nervously and bit your lip.

"I don't know if you're ready to talk about this but...Don't do this to yourself because of that bastard."

When you realized what the matter was, you closed your eyes for a while, one of your hands involuntarily clenched into a tight fist on the couch. You opened your eyes when you felt a warm sensation and looked down at your hand. Jeno’s fingertips were resting on your fist, not quite touching it.He didn't seem to want to scare you, but you quickly pulled your hand away from him anyway.

"Jeno... Thanks for your thought, if you really mean it. But this isn't something I can get over that easily, those two..."

You felt a lump in your throat towards the end. You didn't even want to remember the video.When you opened it, you couldn't find the strength to close it, you were locked in place, the moaning sounds from the video filling the room as you stared blankly at the screen.And it wouldn't come out of your head.

"Let me help you. I can't let you continue like this Y/n, no matter what you say. Hm? What good will it do you to fall into this situation for that bastard?"

"It's not that easy.."

After these words, tears started to flow down your cheeks. You didn't even have the strength to cry in these two weeks, you couldn't console yourself.And now that you have someone you finally let yourself go.

As your sobs and cries filled the room, Jeno let you vent. He didn’t comfort you by telling you not to cry, he didn’t silence you.Carefully, he placed his hands on your shoulders and pulled you closer to him.He laid his head on top of yours while your head was on his chest.You started to cry more as you felt the warmth you hadn't felt in a long time.

"Cry all you want, until you feel better. I promise I won't leave you alone. I promise to make him pay for this, I promise to make you feel good."

After whispering into your ear, he placed a light kiss on the top of your head.

After a while, you felt your eyes getting heavy as your crying stopped.As your breathing slowed down, you fell asleep, in Jeno's arms.

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You opened your eyes and closed them in an instant. You groaned in pain as a deep headache took over you.

"Good morning, sleepyhead."

You got up in fear at the sound and turned around. Jeno was sitting on the chair in front of the window of your room. He gave you a sweet smile and got up and sat on the edge of your bed. You looked at him in confusion.

"I'm sure I didn't fall asleep in the bedroom."

The questioning expression on your face made Jeno laugh. You continued to look at him and after a while he stopped and fixed your messy hair.

"I'm sorry, your facial expression was so cute and yes, you fell asleep in the living room but I thought you wouldn't be able to sleep comfortably there so I carried you here."

As he spoke, he stood up and walked to the small table next to your bed. You thought about what he said for a while, then looked at the medicine as he handed you a glass and medicine.

"I'm sure you have a headache, you've been crying for hours."

You mumbled a small thank you and took the medicine and then drank the water before handing him the empty glass.

"You haven't left, how long have I been sleeping?"

He glanced at his wristwatch and frowned in thought.

"4 hours? It's already evening, it's currently 11:24 pm. actually."

You looked outside and it was really dark outside, and he had been waiting here all this time? For 4 hours? You looked at him shyly, knowing you was going to say something, he waited for you with his arms folded. He still had a smile on his face.

"You didn't have to wait this long, thank you for what you did Jeno. I can handle the rest myself."

He raised an eyebrow and took a deep breath, then spoke as he walked towards the door of the room.

"I don't think so, I'll be with you until you recover fully Y/n."

As he was about to open the door and leave, he turned around and looked at you.

"Besides, I didn't just sit here for 4 hours, take a shower and come to the kitchen, I'm sure you haven't eaten properly in a long time."

He left the room and closed the door, it took a few seconds to realize what had happened. He had made you dinner? Even the thought of food was enough to make your stomach growl, so you quickly ran into the bathroom.You hadn't looked at yourself in the mirror for a long time, and when you did, you let out a loud whimper.

"God I look disgusting!!"

You spoke out loud, looking at yourself, trying to figure out what Jeno found cute about this image.Is it your hair that has gotten tangled because you haven't washed it in a long time? Is it your mascara that you haven't washed properly and that still leaves a dark stain in your eyes?

"You're amazing Y/n..."

You turned on the water while continuing to talk to yourself. You hadn’t looked at yourself because you didn’t think someone would check on you, and Jeno had completely caught you off guard.

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You walked into the kitchen with a head towel over your shoulder, smiling as the beautiful scent filled the kitchen.Jeno turned to you and chuckled.

“Are you feeling better?”

You nodded and averted your eyes, sitting at the table. You were still embarrassed to appear before him like that, and he hadn’t even said anything about your appearance. Well… other than saying you were cute.

He placed your plate and drink on the table and sat across from you.You started eating without waiting too long as you looked at the food with appetite, Jeno starting to look at you with his head resting on his palm.

"We'll go out tomorrow."

You stopped while taking a sip of your drink, placed the glass on the table and looked at Jeno.

"We?"

He nodded his head as he looked at you with concern.

"If you lock yourself up at home, it'll get worse. Life can't be lived within four walls Y/n, I want you to trust me. Please, rest assured that it'll be okay."

You thought, every time you thought about stepping out, the fear of seeing 'him' took over you and you gave up. Jeno lightly touched your hand on the table, doing the same thing again, not quite holding your hand. Your eyes locked onto your hands as the feeling made you hold your breath for a moment.

"I'm not forcing you to do anything, I'm sure it's hard trying to trust someone again after that...person. Please think about it though, hm?"

You nodded and continued eating, the rest of the time was spent in silence.

Now you were sitting in the living room, Jeno hadn't let you wash the dishes so you were just staring blankly at the TV. Jeno came in and placed your favorite snack in front of you, you looked at him excitedly.

"Where did this come from, I'm sure this wasn't in the house."

"There wasn't anyway."

This only brought one thing to mind, right, you didn't even have the ingredients to make those meals at home. You were only eating ramen, so he had even done the shopping for the house.

"I don't know what to say, I don't want to be a burden to-"

"Shut up and eat your snack Y/n, because I know what you're going to say and I refuse to listen."

He took the snack for you and unwrapped it, placing it on your lap for you to eat. You looked at the snack in your lap and then at Jeno, smiling sadly. After feeling like shit for so long, you suppressed the urge to cry with his help.

You took a piece of the snack and handed it to him. He looked at the snack in your hand and then at you.

"At least let me do this as a thank you, since you won't listen to me talk about this."

He smiled and without taking the snack in your hand, he reached out and took it with his mouth and started chewing, you stood there as he ate it and chuckled in embarrassment at his action.You looked at the clock, it was already past midnight. He realized you was looking at the clock and sat up straight.

"I'd better get going. Are you going to be okay?"

You turned to him and nodded, you actually thought about trying to convince him to stay home but you thought it would be too much so you kept quiet.

"I promise, and Jeno...I thought about what you said, about going out tomorrow. I guess I have to start somewhere."

His smile grew bigger with what you said and when he was about to reach your face, he held himself back, stood up with a fake cough, you stood up with him.

"I'm glad to hear that, call me whenever you're ready okay? I'll come get you."

You accompanied him out of the house, and when he left, you went back to the living room. There was the number he had left on the table from earlier, you had just noticed it. You took the paper in your hand and went up to your room, opening the drawer and looking at your phone. You were afraid to open it, the last thing open was that 'video'. You looked at your phone's lock screen and frowned.

"It's fully charged, Jeno must have charged it."

You didn’t even have a password on your phone so you were worried that Jeno had gone through your phone, the last thing you wanted was for him to see the video. With your heart beating rapidly, you opened your phone and went straight to Jaemin's conversation, but there was no video or previous conversations. You went to Jaemin's profile and gulped nervously at the text you saw.

'Tap to unblock this person.'

Had Jeno blocked him? You didn’t know how to react, getting angry at him for accessing your phone was the last thing on your mind.He had seen the video and deleted everything with Jaemin because he didn’t want you to experience that again. With confused, you quickly saved Jeno's number and texted him.

Y/n: Heyyy hello, I'm Y/n.

Without waiting too long, you looked at your phone again with the message tone.

Jeno:Okayy I saved it.

He hadn’t said anything about hacking into your phone, he hadn’t even let you know he had seen the video. You laid on your bed as Jeno created mixed feelings in you. You found yourself thinking about him,his little touches, his care for you and many more things. You quickly sat up in bed and put your head in your hands.

"Don't be stupid Y/n, you can't be attracted to someone because of the attention you get, pull yourself together. You can't end up in the same situation again."

You quickly decided to go to sleep to get your mind off it, tomorrow was a new day and you were eagerly waiting to see what would happen.

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You've been trying to decide what to wear for the last two hours, when you finally found something to wear, and after you finished your makeup and hair, you looked at your phone when you saw a message.

Jeno:I am here.

You took a deep breath and took one last look at yourself in the mirror before leaving the house. You looked at Jeno when you left the house, even though what he was wearing was casual, it looked really nice on him. You walked towards him, when Jeno noticed you, he thought he was out of breath for a moment. You stood in front of him and chuckled as he still didn't say a word.

"Do I look that bad?"

You spoke jokingly and he immediately shook his head negatively, which made you laugh even harder.

"No, I just...I don't know, if I said you looked breathtaking, would I be exaggerating and get beaten up by you?"

You looked away, embarrassed, despite all the disgusting things you said to yourself, he was thinking the exact opposite.

"No, I wouldn't do that.Thank you, you look...nice too."

When the situation got awkward for both of you, Jeno spoke before extending his hand towards the road, signaling you to go ahead.

"Shall we go? I know a nice cafe you'll like."

You curiously did as he said and started to walk forward.

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"Oh my God!!! You brought me to the cat cafe?"

You hadn't even gone inside yet and what you saw from outside was enough to get you excited, you loved cats.

"So...What are you waiting for then?"

You entered with excitement, your smile increasing as little kittens wandered around the cafe. You went to a corner that Jeno had arranged, and as soon as you sat down, a cat jumped onto your lap, giving it your full attention.

"Oh my goddd!! You are such a sweet thing."

You picked up the cat and brought it closer to your face and started petting it, then you looked at Jeno as the camera sound came. He was looking at you innocently.

"Did you just take my picture?"

Jeno handed you his phone without saying anything, you put the cat on your lap and looked at the phone, then looked at Jeno. You held yourself back from laughing as you raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

"If you want me to delete it I will, I just thought it was nice, I mean the photo, I mean you, you were so cute with the cat."

You lowered your eyes back to the photo, staring at it for a while before handing it to Jeno and continuing to play with the cat.

"Please don't forget to send me the photo."

Jeno let out a deep breath when he realized you weren't angry.

"However you like lady Y/n."

The rest of the day was spent with cats, coffee and laughter, you had never felt better and to be honest you were grateful to Jeno for that. Now you were just sitting idly in the park watching the sunset. Jeno turned his head to you, thinking how beautiful you were as the sun hit your face. Your eyelashes, your nose, your lips, your hair that caught the breeze, everything about you was perfect. He cursed Jaemin again for making someone as perfect as you go through this.

Jeno hadn't spoken a single word to him even though they lived in the same house, but Jaemin didn't care and continued to bring that girl home and have fun with her.

He pushed it out of his mind and wanted to focus on you, the important person right now was you, not Jaemin. He looked at your hands in your lap, god he couldn't continue because of the feeling he got every time he touched your hand.He was afraid of falling in love with you, but god knew it was too late for both of them.

This time he stopped being a coward, he reached out your hand and intertwined your fingers. You turned to him, You didn't know how to react. Was this right? Jeno was supposed to be just helping you, you couldn't get carried away. But damn if it was wrong you wanted it, maybe you were being stupid again but you didn't care.

You intertwined your fingers with his and you both smiled at your joined hands.

"I don't want to think about what if this is wrong Jeno, but..."

"I know."

He didn't let you finish the sentence, he knew what was on your mind and he obviously thought it too.

"Right now...Can we not think about anything? Just the two of us, stay like this."

You moved closer to him and laid your head on his shoulder, Jeno started to caress your hand with his thumb, it was new and strange for both of you but you knew you could handle it.

The two of you continued to watch the sunset in silence, accompanied by Jeno’s occasional compliments and whispers.

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"Ooh, Who do I see?"

Jeno went into the living room and sat down without saying a word. Jaemin followed him and stood in front of him. Jaemin's annoying attitude made Jeno angry and he raised his head.

"What do you want?"

"I'm just wondering why my friend has been out so much lately and coming in so late."

Jeno leaned back and didn't break eye contact, he knew what he was trying to do and he wasn't going to let him.

"I have a life too Jaemin, what happened to not meddling in other people's lives?"

Jaemin smiled annoyingly, turned around and said as he walked towards his room.

"Oh, I was just asking out of curiosity, don't get too carried away though."

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09:45 am

You woke up from your sleep with a knock on the door, you stood up and walked towards the door while you could barely open your eyes. You opened the door and the person you saw made your stomach clench with anger and your eyes fill with tears. You were about to close the door on Jaemin's face without saying a word when his hand stopped the door. He looked at you, his eyes were sad. You knew it was fake, you couldn't let him fool you.

“Please go Jaemin, go while I’m telling you properly.”

"Please Y/n, I'm begging you, let me talk to you one last time, hm? Then decide for yourself whether you want to talk to me or not."

You paused, just seeing his face made you sick to your stomach, you knew Jaemin was stubborn. And if you had to confront him, you would. You opened the door and motioned for him to come in with your head, not even bothering to open your mouth.

Jaemin went inside and waited for you to come in, neither of you were sitting down, you were standing and looking at each other.

"You woke me up from my sleep, you better have a good excuse."

Jaemin was about to approach and hold your hand but you quickly pulled back.

"Okay, whatever you want. Jeno. You're seeing him, right?"

You crossed your arms and kept your eyes on him, knowing that if he noticed you were weak he would come after you.

"So how does this concern you?"

Jaemin's face tightened with anger, and his anger was reflected in his voice.

"You can't be with him Y/n, don't you think he's using you?"

You laughed hysterically, trying to stay calm as anger took over you.

"Don't think everyone is you Jaemin, if there's anyone here who plays with people's emotions, it's you. You don't know what kind of a time I've been through because of you!! You can't play with me and then tell me what to do!"

Towards the end, as he succumbed to his emotions and raised his voice, a tear or two fell from his eyes. Jaemin looked at you with concern and you reached out and wiped a tear away with that, you pushed his hand away quickly.

"Don't you dare touch me with the same hand you touched that girl."

Jaemin didn't say a word as he watched the tears wet his cheeks, all he could say was.

“I’m so sorry Y/n, I beg you to forgive me. But I can’t stand you being with Jeno, I promise I’ll make you happier than him. I-”

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

You looked into his eyes, was he kidding you?

"I'm not one of your toys that you can have whenever you want.You can't stand seeing me with Jeno, is that it? Because what you want is for me to suffer thinking about you forever, right? You can't stand it because I'm trying to forget you."

"Y/n..."

"Get out of my house Jaemin and never show up in front of me again."

Jaemin quickly grabbed both of your hands and you looked at him without doing anything.

"Please don't do this to us, I swear I can change. I- I don't even talk to that girl anymore, please Y/n, I...I love-"

"Don't even bother finishing that sentence. There was never an "us" Jaemin, and it's a good thing there wasn't, now go away, okay? I'm telling you for the last time."

The sound of the doorbell made you both look in that direction.

"Fuck, Jeno."

You quickly ran to the door and opened it, Jeno walked in smiling at you, but the worried look on your face made him worry too. He was about to ask what was going on when someone else came into his line of sight, so he took his eyes off you and looked at Jaemin. He clenched his fists in anger, you put your hand on his fist and whispered.

"He said he wanted to talk to me one last time and that he was sorry, I swear nothing else happened-"

"I know Y/n, I trust you, but I don't trust that bastard."

He stepped in front of Jaemin.

“I know what you’re trying to do, but Y/n isn’t stupid to let it happen again, and neither am I, Jaemin.”

Jaemin looked into Jeno's eyes with anger.

"Do you think you can take Y/n from me that easily? Just because you were there for her when she was sad doesn't make you a perfect person."

"I'm not taking Y/n away from anyone, if you love her that much you wouldn't have done those disgusting things."

You felt yourself tense up as Jaemin walked towards Jeno, the last thing you wanted right now was for a fight to break out.

"Jaemin, get out of my house already. I won't repeat myself, I'm sure it won't be hard to find a new toy for yourself."

As Jaemin was about to approach you, Jeno grabbed his arm roughly, Jaemin pulled his arm away from him and walked towards the door.

"Know that I won't give up, Y/n. Be assured that this won't be the last time you see me."

You took a deep breath when you heard the door closed.

"Finally..."

You looked at Jeno and when your eyes met, he wasted no time in coming to you and taking you in his arms. You felt relaxed as you hugged him tightly, you stayed like that for a while and when he pulled away you looked up at him.

"I shouldn't have even let him in."

He put both hands on your cheek and as he caressed your cheek, you felt embarrassed.

"Please don't think about it, I hope he didn't do anything to upset you."

You shook your head in a negative way, you didn't even want to think about him. Jeno tucked your hair behind your ear and when his eyes looked into yours and landed on your lips, you involuntarily licked your lips.

His hands went to your waist and you felt your heart race as he gently pulled you closer to him.As you both stared at each other's lips, Jeno whispered.

“I know this is complicated, and I don’t want to force you into anything unless you want to, Y/n. But...I still want you to be with me, you know?”

You smiled and whispered as you placed your hands on his shoulders.

"Are you going to keep talking or...?"

His smile widened at what you said and he closed the distance between you. The warmth and softness on his lips was enough to make you forget what happened.The gentleness of his touch seemed to carry over into his kiss; he didn’t want to scare you or take things to the next level without you asking for it. All he wanted was for you to feel good and safe, and that was definitely among the things you felt around Jeno.

He pulled back before you could catch your breath, the smile still on his face.

"I hate that bastard Jaemin but I guess I should thank him for bringing us together."

His smile turned serious with what you said and you looked at him curiously.

"Ah about that...Living in the same house with Jaemin will bring a lot of trouble."

"Stay with me."

Jeno opened his eyes in surprise and looked at you.

"No Y/n, I can't do that. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable and-"

"Shut up Jeno, I know what you're going to say and I'll refuse to listen."

He laughed while raising one eyebrow.

"Are you stealing my words?"

You laughed and held his hands.

"I'm sure it'll be better than living with him, besides... I'm sure you'll cause trouble and I don't want that, what we have doesn't have a name yet but we don't know what will happen in the future, do we? So let us get to know each other. Please?"

He laughed as you looked at him with lips pursed.

"Okay, okay whatever you want. I couldn't bear to leave you alone at home after this anyway."

You happily approached him and kissed his cheek. He held you in his arms and you stayed like that while listening to the beat of his heart.

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I'm so bad at doing final help😭😭😭 I hope it was as the anonymous wanted because I'm honestly not so sure about it, anywayyy🤍🤍🤍

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Pub golf Forfeit // ArthurTV

🙏 xLoving mr ATV eternally 🙏 Content: kinda fluffy ig, extra-long 5k+ wordcount CWs: Alcohol

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‼️READ THIS IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT PUB GOLF IS‼️ (if you do, skip this bold writing and move onto the main story)

Pub golf is a game where you visit a set amount of pubs and get different drinks at each one- and you need to try and finish these drinks without having to lower it, as many times as possible. 

TheBurntChip has used this concept with Harry W2S, ReevHD, Theo Baker, ArthurTV, ChrisMD, George Clarkey, and more- and that is what this oneshot is based around.

KEY TERMS: "Hole" -> the name of the pub. e.g. Hole 3 is the third pub that's been visited "Par" -> Number of sips/gulps it took to finish the drink Forfeit -> self explanatory but whenever the rules are breached/smth bad happens, a forfeit card is pulled and needs to be done. 

Reminder to always drink responsibly as per usual, only drink when you're legally allowed to do so and stay safe when going drinking.

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"ArthurTV and Maddie!"

I turned to look across the line, my eyes meeting Arthur's.

It was my first time doing a pub golf on the TheBurntChip channel and I was somewhat terrified. Sure, I'd known all the other boys ranging from years to just a few months- but I'd grown just as close with George Clarkey, who I had only met a few months ago, to Harry, who I'd known for years, having first met him when big brother Chris and Harry filmed their football videos together.

But one thing that all of the boys knew for certain, was that I had developed a little online crush on ArthurTV. Of all of Chris' friends, I'd never had the pleasure of meeting Mr TV in real life until that moment, when Harry had let it slip to Freezy who'd let it slip to Chip that I liked Arthur... thus Chip DMed an invite to for a pub golf video alongside Harry, Reev, Chris, George Clarkey, Theo Baker, and of course, Arthur.

Oh and as if it wasn't bad enough, Chris, my very own half-brother, knew I had a crush on Arthur.

"That's quite a interesting pairing isn't it, Maddie?" Chris snickered from the side with a grin I knew meant that he was going to have the time of his life teasing me for the next few hours. 

"Bit of a coincidence if you ask me, Chrissy." Harry sneered from besides Chris, making my insides churn.

I wasn't so much a YouTuber as the rest of the boys- I was originally Chris's one and only member of the camera crew and production. In that small bedroom in Jersey, Chris and I would sit together on a desk and make lists of ideas for football challenges, ways to execute them, different shots to make the video dramatic... Then, we would hit the pitches and try to film without the older boys telling us to bugger off so they could play on the pitches.

Then, people started noticing the voice behind the camera, leading to me making a BROTHER VS SISTER  video for the channel, which was only the start of coming in front of the camera more. As Chris hired professional camera men and got set production budgets from serious producers, I was pushed more in front of the camera, making videos with Harry and Chris before lurching into the British YouTube scene, initially gravitating towards the e-boys content, before relocating moreso to reaction content with George Clarkey and Cam Kirkham. 

And we don't talk about that Stephen Tries sketch I attempted.

The fans were pleased with my occasional cameos in videos on the British YouTube channels, always finding new ship names for whoever I collaborated with, or new clips to edit, or rumours to spread... but overall, I couldn't be happier with where I've ended up. 

Well, not where I'd ended up whilst filmed pub golf- right in the middle of Chris and Harry's teasing. 

"How's it a coincidence?" Arthur asked, wide brown eyes swivelling between Harry, Chris and I like a deer caught in headlights.

"Oh, just because I said I uhm..." I started. Shit, quickly Maddie, think of something quickly... My thoughts began racing. Of course Chris would begin hinting towards the fact I had a crush on Arthur not even five minutes into the recording."Chris pointed out on the way here that us two were the only ones that have never collaborated together before... Like, you know... on a video..."

Yes he knows you meant on a video, genius. Great, you sound as thick as a brick now. 

"Oh yeah, that is true actually," Arthur realised, his face lighting up as the thought seemed to land in his head. He was so expressive with his voice- like an animated Pixar character, seemingly straight out of the movie. His voice was so calm, and slightly husky, and somehow matched his face perfectly. "You should come onto the channel if you like watching those 90 day fiancée type of programmes-"

"Arthur's playing the 9 minute fiancée game right now, by the looks of it-" George giggled, nudging me from behind which only made my cheeks burn red, Arthur simply laughing it off before responding.

"Is it working though, Maddie?" Arthur flashed a grin with a quick wink, myself pretending to fall into George's arms and fan myself with my hands, jokefully pretending I was falling for it. 

The real joke was that I wasn't just pretending to fall for it.

Arthur's biggest asset were those fucking eyes. They had me melting with how wide and doe-like they were- his eyes seeming to light up whenever he started a topic that interested him. 

"You're not chatting her up are you, Arthur?" Reev raised his brow and crossed his arms to ask. Out of all of the boys, Reev was the most like a brother in the fact he was so protective- always trying to make sure I was safe. The others were more like brothers in the fact they'd just tease me and get under my skin at every opportunity. 

I watched as Arthur's eyes widened, as he assumed Reev was trying to intimidate him.

"Give him a break, Reev, he's just having a laugh," I defended Arthur, not letting him respond to the allegation in fear that Arthur would shake his head or say that he really wasn't interested in me. That could wait until a few more holes, when I was too peppered to care.

"Well, listen to this you two, for your couples outfit, you two will be going as... The prisoner and the policeman...! or woman!" Chip exclaimed, throwing the outfits to us. 

I looked a the policewoman outfit he had handed to me- the costume coming with a short skirt, unscrupulous tie and lopsided police hat.

This was gonna be a long video...

...

"Hole one, the rule on his hole is that you must drink it with your left hand!"

Hole one was easy. Arthur sent his pint down in one and after Harry and Reev, it was my turn to have my pint of lager. 

"You want me to hold your hair back?" He offered. I searched for a band on my wrist and almost facepalmed as I realised I hadn't thought to bring one.

"Yes please, I completely forgot to get a hairband... Just come up behind me and grab my hair, while I do it" I said, scrunching my face up with realisation of what I'd said only once it had come out of my mouth.

"What was that?" Harry asked, bursting into laughter.

"Get in, Mr TV-"

"Please, not at that at the drinking table-"

"Not on the Chippo YouTube channel, you won't, but I can think of another site where you could-"

"Shut up I didn't mean it like that..." I groaned and put my head in my hands. "Look, I'm just going to send off the pint-"

Arthur's hand wrapped around my hair, the other one on my shoulder, rubbing it and giving soft words of encouragement. I let the drink tip down my throat easily as I felt the face heat up, his words landing hot on the back of my neck and making me want to shiver, despite the fact I was holding the drink. I could feel my face burning when I dropped the glass back down, grinning with the fact I had done it in one...

"That was really good- I didn't think you could finish it in two." Harry commented, nodding his head in surprise.

"I did it in one though?"

"Counted as two points though- you drank it with your right hand." Chip explained with a devious grin. 

Of course I had been stupid enough as to forget the rule- too fixated on gorgeous bloody Arthur instead of what I was actually meant to be doing. Drinking.

"That one's Arthur's fault- Maddie was too distracted by waiting for you to come up behind her-"

"SHUT UP, GEORGE!" Arthur's face went into his hands this time, both of us clearly a blushing mess from all the comments the boys were making. 

...

"What does your forfeit card say?" Arthur asked as we travelled to the next hole, not downcast despite my mess-ups, as we were still in joint second. 

"Sing a song with your partner at one of the holes." I read it off. "Sorry for getting you roped into it..."

"No, no, that's actually one of the only one's I'd happily be roped into," Arthur shook his head. "I suppose we just need to think of a song to sing... You a fan of Harry Potter?"

"Am I?!" I repeated enthusiastically. "You have no idea how much I used to love those books, movies... Even the Cursed Child I went and saw."

"Seriously? I just get called a nerd whenever I say I like Harry Potter," Arthur gawked. "Do you have a wand?"

"Yep, Ginny's wand- black and fourteen inches." I proudly nodded. "You could see those fourteen inches later ya know..."

"Only if you're trying to see a rather bendy, sixteen inch one with waterproofing." Arthur retaliated with confidence. 

"You got Hagrid's wand?"

"Duh, it came with an umbrella."

"Of course that's why you'd get it."

"This is hole two to the left, here!" Chip bellowed from behind. I lagged behind slightly to walk with Chris and Harry- catch up with them for a moment.

"You and Arthur getting cozy, eh?" Chris wiggled his brows, looking forwards to Arthur who was petting a dog with Reev- the both of them looking completely out of place, dressed in a bright orange prisoner jumpsuit and Reev as ketchup bottle (with a hat for a lid)- though the dog seemed pleased nonetheless. 

"Just don't let me catch you two snogging after a few more drinks." Harry put bluntly, making my eyes go wide.

"Just because you guys know I like him doesn't mean he likes me back, unfortunately." I reminded them, though I could feel my heart melting as Arthur scratched the back of the dog's ear and tickled his chin, the dog happily wagging his tail with his tongue lolling out as Arthur pet him. 

"Seems to like you enough." Harry shrugged. "Like you enough to come up behind you and-"

"Seriously shut up... Did I sound that stupid when I said that?"

"Yeah."

"No"

Chris and Harry responded simultaneously.

"Okay you sounded a little flustered when you said it, but then Arthur was blushing and looked shy as well- and everyone knows he's a bit awkward around women he likes," Harry pat my back comfortingly. "If anything he looked like more of a tit than you."

"Great, thanks Harry." I responded, somewhat flatly and yet somewhat happily. 

"Maddie, your team's getting another forfeit because Arthur scared the dog away." Chip addressed me as we neared the bar.

"Like hell he did, that dog loved him!" I exclaimed, head swivelling to find Arthur guiltily wavering his eye contact.

"Theo tried to take the dog away from me by offering it something so I tried to bash him with his wheelchair but the dog got scared and ran off." Arthur explained, kicking at a pebble on the ground. 

"Did you hit Theo?"

"Yes-"

"Well then... At least you hit him."

"What the fuck, Maddie." Theo deadpanned. 

"Don't try steal Arthur's bitches I guess." I shrugged, watching as Arthur withdrew a forfeit card, his face dropping as he read it. 

"What does it say?" I asked, leaning over to try and read it. He smacked it against his chest before shoving it into a pocket, eyes wide as they met my own.

"Uhh- nothing." Arthur spluttered. "We can sort it out when we get to hole five when forfeits are actually activated... What did you say the rule for this hole was, Chip?"

"Drink with your partner holding the glass." Chip responded. 

I looked at Arthur.

"You're quite a bit taller- you're gonna have to crouch down for me to hold it." I realised, picking up the bloody mary and wrinkling my nose. "They really couldn't have picked a worse drink."

"They're foul aren't they." Arthur gave a dirty look to the glass. 

Each pair began seeing their drinks off, using a variety of methods to check whether it was too much or they needed a break.

"Do we need to do the hand-squeeze method to indicate whether it's too much?" Arthur asked, looking distastefully as Reev squeezed Harry's hand, signalling for Harry to tilt more. 

"I'm thinking we just raw-dog it." I shrugged, looking up for Arthur's reaction. He nodded in tasteful agreement.

"That's how I usually do it, anyways."

He picked one glass up. "You first," He stated instead of asking. "And open wide."

Reev gave him a neck-slap and a "Watch it, Arthur..." before I opened my mouth and tilted my head back, finishing it in one. 

"Alright, sit down so you're lower down, Arthur." I spoke through a shudder, the bitterness of the bloody mary giving me a whole-body shiver. 

Picking up a glass, I stood to the side of Arthur and held it up to his face, leaning over slightly due to the awkward angle I stood at. 

"Just come 'ere-" He reached out, steadfastly placing his hands on my hips and manspreading- pulling me between his legs so that I was closer and presumably so that he had a better angle to drink from. I felt my body react to his touch, cheeks warming and knees feeling a bit wobbly as he held his hands there for a moment longer, his grip firm but not forceful. I tried to maintain composure and stop myself from running my hands through his fluffy hair and kissing him right then and there.

"You watch your bloody hands, Arthur." Chris warned, causing Arthur to hold them up by his head as if pleading innocence. As he finally released his hold, I couldn't help but notice how the closeness between us left a lingering sensation, like an electric current still pulsating through my skin. His presence was intoxicating, and I struggled to steadily hold the glass for Arthur to down. I turned to death-glare Chris as I placed the glass back onto the table once Arthur had finished it. 

"Why would anyone voluntarily order that, that's awful... I feel like I've lost my soul after drinking that..." Arthur shivered at the bitterness. "Who knew dementors could be put in drinks..."

Laughing, I sat down besides him and leaned my head against his shoulder as if it were second nature. It felt so natural and cosy against the crook of his neck, and I felt warmed even more as he put his arm around my shoulders, watching in a comfortable silence as Chip choked on his drink from across the table. 

"You're so cute..." I murmured, and only once the words had been said did I regret them slightly. I facepalmed internally as Arthur struggled to reply for a moment, myself wondering why I had to be such a lightweight; only 2 drinks down and already I was making careless comments.

"Am I really cute?" Arthur asked after a moment, and I pulled away from his shoulder to dopily smile at him. 

"Of course you are, you have a cute little smile." I grinned, causing his lips to stretch out into a smile as he laughed slightly, eyes curving into happy little crescents as he did. "See? Cutest smile I've even seen." I giggled, and Arthur looked down with such domestic happiness in his glowing chocolate eyes I felt as though my heart were melting, simply so infatuated with him.

"Hope I'm not interrupting anything here-" Harry planted himself between Arthur and I on the bench, forcing Arthur's arm away and my head from his neck. Arthur cleared his throat and looked at the ground whilst Harry looked between Arthur and I. "What, something wrong?" Harry responded to my blank face, before grinning and giving a wink which Arthur couldn't see. 

"Prick," I hissed as I passed Harry on the walk to the third hole, causing Harry to burst into laughs and start explaining to Chris what he's done- only making Chris laugh alongside him. 

Pricks.

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Hole three was easy- just a glass of wine and pub quiz Arthur and I managed to lose a point at for winning the quiz. 

As the smallest person there, I was also the least able to handle large amounts of alcoholic units- and it had begun showing, from the moment I went to stand up and almost fell back down. 

Arthur had to walk with his arm around me to the next pub, though I wasn't complaining- instead holding his hand and making him skip with me to hole four. 

"Long Island iced teas on this one," Chip explained. "And the rule here is that one member of the team must drink it blindfolded."

"I think I'm more sober than you at the minute," Arthur stated the obvious, as if I hadn't just made him skip to this hole. "I'll wear the blindfold for this one."

"You sure? I'm not completely gone right now, just a bit...Well..." It was a pointless proposition from myself. Arthur just shook his head, handing me the blindfold.

I slipped the material over his eyes, placing the drink on a separate table to that the boys wouldn't dump ice into his drink (which had just happened to Theo's drink), and directing him to the glass- though Chip had better ideas. 

"Maddie, could you please regulated the hand-" Arthur spoke waveringly, and I noticed that Chip had a hand on Arthur's arse.

"Oi, chip-" I reached over for the space hopper which was besides the bag, whacking Chip with it before being hit in the face with it myself.

"Fuck!" We both exclaimed. Arthur had found his glass and drank it in one towards the side, meanwhile Chip found Theo's wheelchair and he began fighting against me and my space hopper. "Chip, I don't think you're gonna win this one," I huffed as the space hopper bounced off of his side, making him stumble slightly. 

"Like shit won't I win- I've been going gym you know-" I cut off his rambles by throwing the hopper at him, causing him to stumble back and trip slightly over the curb so that he was sat on the pavement- allowing me to put my arm around his neck, squeezing only slightly.

"Tap out already, Chip..." I groaned whilst Chip shook his head whilst struggling.

"Chip isn't used to tapping out, he usually passes out before he gets the chance." Theo sneered from the side. That seemed to be enough to make Chip tap out. 

We finished our drinks after that before agreeing on a short grace period, where we sat around and chattered for a few minutes.

"The blindfold makes you feel like, ten times more drunk than you actually are." George said, the other who had worn the blindfold agreeing. 

"You should try it, Maddie- you're by far the most off your head right now- it'll be funny to see how you react to it."

That's how I ended up on the pavement, blindfold on and hands outstretched as Arthur directed me, his fingers occasionally brushing against mine as he'd insisted on walking beside me to make sure I didn't get a concussion from falling over anything.

"Watch the curb here, it's quite difficult navigating- WHOA" As soon as Arthur had said that, I stumbled, almost falling but Arthur held me up from behind whilst the others laughed from the table at my stagger. "You sure you wanna continue? I don't think it's safe, Maddie..."

"It'll be okay, I'm just gonna get back to the table and pull it off..."

I took a few more staggered steps, Arthur holding my hand to guide me whilst I was blinded, his hand warm and reassuring, and I felt confident with Arthur's unwavering presence by my side. His touch sent a gentle electrical ripples down my spine, igniting a spark that brought butterflies to life in my stomach as I focussed less on walking and more on Arthur.

But then I felt a blow to my head- not painful- but extremely forceful.

Some voices screamed "CHIP!" whilst another shouted "Maddie!" as I staggered, waiting to fall- before feeling hands on my back and the crook of my knees, gravity seeming to turn upside down for a moment, before the blindfold was ripped off. 

Arthur's face was above my own, looking forwards as he walked- his two strong arms holding me flush to his body as he carried me in what I assumed was bridal style- having prevented my fall. He looked gorgeous from this angle- his chiselled features accentuated by the soft glow of the sunshine through the dull English clouds- and his eyes, like pools of warm honey, never not making me melt.

"You okay, Maddie?" He looked down and questioned, eyes full of concern and yet also alighting sparks within me as they met my own.

"What? Of course I am... What even happened?" I asked in confusion as I looked back and saw the boys with open mouths looking between myself and Chip, who had a look of upmost guilt on his face. Arthur sat down on one of the seats surrounding the table and lowering me onto that same seat before replying. Nevermind- I was actually sat on his lap, and was NOT going to complain about it.

Chris was going to instead.

"She can sit on her own seat, Arthur-"

"She's almost been bloody ran over, she's sticking with me for now." Arthur huffed resolutely, wrapping his arms around my waist as he spoke to make his point. I felt my head go fuzzy from the touch, leaning back into his touch and resting my head onto his shoulder where it felt like it belonged... Before pulling it back off quickly as I digested his words again.

"Hang on, almost ran over? What the Hell just happened?"

"Chip thought it'd be a good idea to whack you with the space hopper whilst you were blindfolded and he knocked you off balance- you would've fallen into the road if Arthur hadn't got you." Harry explained, a small smile playing on his face. 

"Good man, Arthur." Reev nodded his head approvingly before turning to Chip. "And you, you're no better at handling your drink than her- what if she had gotten run over?"

"Good riddance, in that case." Chip sipped his water calmly, making me throw an ice cube at him.

In the end, Chip made a formal apology (which was of course easily accepted), and drew another forfeit card, having to take 3 shots to make up for almost brutally murdering me- which I thought was very fair. 

Hole five happened so quickly I didn't even register it- though that may have been also due to the knock to the head Chip had delivered. 

However on the walk between hole five to hole six, the alcohol began taking its effect on more people. 

Namely, Chris and Chip.

Chip had found the space hopper once more and began hammering Chris with it whilst Chris balled up onto the ground. "YOU STUPID BOY-" Chip was yelling between blows, Harry and Reev slapping each other between laughs. 

Then, Harry set off on his bike to the next hole as Chip let Chris get up- before we all slung our arms over each other and began the journey to hole 6, singing Backstreet Boys all the way there. 

Arthur lagged behind slightly, and though I was busy singing with Chris and Chip, I did notice they were having quite a hushed conversation, and looking our way every so often.

"Hole six- forfeits are now activated!"

"Can I know your forfeit yet?" I whispered to Arthur, and he simply shook his head with a small smile. 

"I know what it is, Maddie," Reev giggled to the side, rubbing his hands together with a look of glee on his face. 

"Is that what you two were talking about whilst we walked here?" I gasped at the realisation, looking between the two as they shrugged with all-knowing smiles on their faces. 

Hole six was easy- sambuca shots with no hands. I managed mine, though I almost choked it and chipped it when it clattered onto the table- whereas Arthur was found out for trying to dilute his drink, and was made to do two shots instead. 

Still, he didn't seem to be off his head at all.

"Arthurrr," I sang I skipped up to him, on the journey to hole seven.

"Madelyn." He nodded cordially, saying my full name before smirking as he saw my face wrinkle in disgust. "Not a fan of your full name?"

"Not when it's bloody Madelyn, I'm not," I responded, shuddering at the thought.

"Maddie sounds like you're mad," Arthur pondered. "You should just go with... Lyn."

"...Lyn." I repeated, trying to hold a laugh.

"Yeah, it's cute- just like you." Arthur grinned down, making me turn away so he wouldn't see the stupid blush that began spreading across my cheeks.

"Suddenly I quite like that name." I smiled bashfully back, and Arthur just laughed, sliding an arm around me casually and allowing me to rest my head against his shoulder as we walked in a comfortable silence.

"You're so fine, Arthur." I said after a while. "You know I like you?"

"I like you too, Lyn." He patted my head and pulled his arm away, instead slipping his hand into mine as we walked. I didn't feel satisfied with his reaction. Did he not realise I meant that I liked him romantically?

"No, I meant that like- I really like-"

"AND HERE IS HOLE SEVEN!" 

Trust Chip to ruin a romantic moment. 

just an fyi im swapping the order of the holes- everything that happened in the vid at hole 8 is now assumed to have happened at hole 7, and vice versa

"Lyn I don't think I an do another pint," Arthur put down two drinks onto the table before sitting on my lap instead of the bench, allowing me to plop my policeman hat onto his head and hug him from behind, shaking my head.

"I've been finished since hole three, Arthur- I don't care what happens now, you can just sip the whole thing and I'll be fine with that." I groaned. "I'm definitely doing this in at least three different pars..."

I did exactly that. Arthur managed his in five, alongside my words of encouragement which made Chip awhhh.

"I love how everyone hates each other and is beating each other with the space hopper between holes whilst Arthur and Maddie are too busy holding hands and being wholesome with each other, walking alone to each hole." Chip said with a disoriented smile at one of the cameras, louder than he thought he was being as both myself and Arthur watched him say it to the camera.

"Bit early to be holding hands isn't it?" Chris asked, dopily swinging his head back to Arthur and I, only just registering Arthur was also sat on my lap. "Naughty, don't be sitting on each others laps like I have no idea what's going in where when someone sits on someone's lap-"

"That's enough from you, Chris." I shushed my brother, pressing a hand to his mouth which weakly attempted to paw away from his mouth.

"On to hole eight, final hole?" Chip proposed and everyone nodded in agreement- all too ready to get this over and done with.

"I don't think I've ever been this drunk before." I admitted to Arthur as we exited the pub, hands clasped together and swinging joyfully back and forth as we walked, as though we were kids. "I feel like I'm not even walking."

"And now you really aren't even walking," Arthur said as he placed his arms on my legs and back, scooping me back into his arms, carrying me as though I were nothing. I wrapped my arms around his neck and stared up at his face I'd grown so fond of over these past few hours. 

"What song d'you wanna sing for my forfeit at the next hole?" I questioned, myself also wondering what we could sing. 

"Oh it'll come to us when we get there..." Arthur spoke lazily, jumping me up to readjust my grip causing me to let out a squeak before relaxing against his body. Did he have abs under that shirt? It felt like it. He is so fine. 

My thoughts died out as I realised this was the final hole and after this it would be all over. Thank God. 

We all clinked our jaeger bombs together, the lightweight drink easily going down in one for everyone before Chip reminded Arthur and I that we still had forfeits we had to complete.

"What is your forfeit Arthur?" Harry asked inquisitively- somehow looking as though he hadn't had a single drink, although he had in fact had the most, having ordered an extra pint for good measure.

"That's what I'm asking- he still hasn't told me, either!" I exclaimed, looking for Arthur to give his game up and show the card. "C'mon, surely you can reveal it now that it's the last hole-"

"Not before you do your forfeit-song to the bar- look- they have a karaoke machine nobody's using there, go use it before someone else takes it!" Arthur rushed, pointing at the TV screen connected to a microphone and speakers. The other boys began clamouring their agreement before pushing me up to the stage, a bundle of nerves as I stumbled up the stairs, slotting a coin into the machine and waiting for the next song to come on. 

"ArthurTV this is a GROUP FORFEIT- GET UP ONTO THE STAGE!" I shouted and held a hand out to Arthur, causing him to take my hand and get onto the stage with the help of the boys, as they cheered upon hearing the first few chords of the infamous song we were only singing a few hours ago.

I Want it That Way, by the Backstreet Boys. Of course. 

I held the mic out for Arthur to hold with me as we sang the first line.

You are... My fi-ire, the one... desi-ire

I opened my eyes and faced Arthur, the look of joy melted into his caramel eyes and making me feel soft and gentle hearted as we went to sing the next line.

Believe... When I say... THAT I WANT IT THAT WAY

I looked out to the crowd and saw that some tables had turned to face us, singing alongside the tune- and all the other boys had huddled together, arms around each other and swaying back and forth as they joined us for the chorus. 

Tell me why Ain't nothin' but a heartache

Arthur closed his eyes as he virtually shouted the lyrics into the microphone, getting so into the song I had to pause to laugh before continuing

Tell me why Ain't nothin' but a mistake Tell me why I never wanna hear you say

Arthur and I leaned it to sing the final bit of the song, heartily enjoying as the rest of the bar joined us to finish it.

I want it that way

I looked at Arthur, his own eyes meeting me own- full of a tender sort of love I had only ever seen in the movies...

Cause I want it that way...

The song ended with whistles and claps from the rest of the bar, before I dropped the microphone to the ground, wheeling around to face Arthur with a squeal and outstretched arms, as my arms wrapped around his neck, his arms found my waist, pulling me right off of the floor as he hugged me, spinning me around once before I pulled my head off of his chest and looked up at his glowing face.

My eyes only flickered down to his lips for a milisecond before I felt his on top of my own, a billion tiny fireflies lighting up and racing around my stomach as I closed my eyes, relaxing into his hands which were positioned lazily around my waist, holding me lovingly as his lips caressed my own, tuning out the world around us as I focussed on just him and I- together - his lips perfectly top of mine.

...

"What was your forfeit in the end, Arthur?" I asked, eyebrows scrunched as I sat on his lap at the table- arms around his neck and my police hat and tie around Arthur's neck. 

Theo was close to nodding off whilst Chip besides him already had. Chris had taken to the stage, wowing the bar with his drunk dancing and (not) killer vocals. Harry, George and Reev still seemed alright however, and were sat making warm conversation around the table, laughing and joking like there was nothing wrong. And truly- there was nothing wrong.

Arthur smiled slightly at my question before tugging at his pocket and pulling out the card, sharpie pen scrawled across it saying:

Give a kiss to the fittest person in the group xoxo (Doesn't have to be on the lips, Chip- we know you will anyways, but everyone else- just know you don't need to go that deep)

I laughed at the bracketed side-note before looking up to Arthur who smiled goofily down at me, looking so pleased- as though he wouldn't rather have anyone else in his arms.

My hand found the side of his face, thumb tracing his jawline and running up his cheeks before padding at his lips. Closing my eyes, I leaned it, finding his lips as we kissed once more, still with the afterglow of embers burning in my heart as I realised I couldn't be happier in anyone else's arms. 

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oh my god please do 71 on the smut prompts!!!!!!

spencer reid x bau!gn!reader

cw suggestive ig? little bit of swearing

71 : whoever gets horny/turned on first loses

you smirked as you felt spencer’s eyes on you from across the room as you worked on your reports. you were going to win this easily.

-

“who ever gets turned on first looses.”

“seriously!?” spencer exclaimed, his eyebrows shooting up.

you giggled at his shocked expression,“yeah. seriously spence. what, you don’t think you can handle it?”

“i can handle it! i can do this. i can! you’re on.” he replied, nodding at you.

“are you trying to convince me or yourself spencer..”

-

spencer gulped as you turned your head to shoot him a smirk before looking back at your work.

he desperately tried to pull his mind back to his paperwork but he couldn’t stop thinking of you. your beautiful smile, your hair, your eyes, your lips. your lips. pressing against his, your voice whispering in his ear, telling him he’s your good boy, your hands touching his, going lower and lower and...

fuck.

spencer shot out of his desk leaving his chair spinning as sped towards the bathroom.

you giggled to yourself as you watched him rush away before getting up out of your chair and following him.

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Enemies to friends with benefits to lovers with hazel.

LOVE ME

Summary : hazel and reader have a weird relationship from fucking to hating each others guts but what happens when they start to develop something more for each other

Warning ⚠️: hinting at smut? , angst ?? Ig

A/n : to whoever sent this ma bad wrote the first half like an hour after they sent this in and forgot/ got busy but here it is more prouder of the second half rather than first but enjoy

“Hey get up it’s already almost 8:30” you said shoving ,the person next to you, leg and grabbing a random shirt to pull over your half naked torso

“Whats the exact time” groaned Hazel while slightly shoving off your hand off her calf

You roll your eyes, standing up and collect your things getting ready to leave “ just hurry the hell up I don’t need you blaming me for you being late to school” as you grab both of your shoes getting ready to put them on and turn around seeing Hazel putting on a button up and stop

“You wore that yesterdy” she looks at u confused and a slightly annoyed “and?” You scoff and roll your eyes again “AND if someone sees u in the same outfit they’ll question it I don’t want them somehow connecting me and you and this” you motion to you both

She shakes her head as she gets up and moves across the room and starts getting ready

You get up and start heading to the door but stop and turn around “remember don’t tell anyone about this you understand”

She turns while buttoning up her shirt “trust me wouldn’t dream about it”

You nod in approval and turn around to walk away but feel a presence on you back and hear close to you ear “got something on you skirt let me” and feel a soft pat on your bottom skirt but jerk away and continue to walk downstairs and out the door

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“Hey you hear about that really cool club after school we were thinking of joining after school if u wanna come with?” Isabel asked you in the cafeteria

“Hello?” She waved her hand if you face trying to break the zoning out

“Huh yea sure” she looks and follows where you were looking at and smiles brightly “oh great so you’ve met the three girls who run it then?”

You look at her confused and tilt you head “why would you say that?” She furrowed her eyebrows and gestured in the direction of Hazel “just assumed since you were looking at the one with short hair” she turns to Brittany “Hazel right” Brittany opens her mouth to say something “yea” you cut her off and panic “I mean I least I think so I’m not sure”

“Yea well we were wondering if u want to go it’s for empowering woman” you cut her off with a scoff “what’s the matter “ you shrug ur shoulder and shake your head with an amused smile on your face “nothing just them three even just Hazel empowering woman?”

“They seem nice let’s all go after school yea?” You and Brittany both turn and slowly nod

“Okay after school” you bring out your phone and text someone

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Hazel looks down at her phone with the words ‘meet me at the usual in 20’ and sighs while walking up to the broom closet that’s towards the back of the school.

She knocks three times and hears a muffled voice ask who is it. She rolls her eyes and scoffs “it’s spider man who else would it b-” the door opening in the middle of her sentence and a hand yanking her into the closet. In a matter of seconds the doors closed , locked and she feels your lips running sloppily up and down her neck

“Is this what you called me here for?” You groan against her neck and slightly shake your head yes against her neck “duh what else would I call you here for ?” She chuckles mockingly and shakes her head “thought we couldn’t risk getting caught at school”

You pull away and she looks at your face your lips swollen “just shut up and take off your shirt” you said tugging up her shirt and she laughs and helps you with it “eager are we?”

You ignore her and pull your shirt off and wrap your arm around her back fiddling with her bra to unhook it “so empowering woman eh?” You look at her as you unhook her bra and kiss around her exposed chest

She stops and looks down you looking up at her with a hint of amusement in your eye “you heard about that?” She scratches the back of her head. You pull away and nod with a teasing smile on your face. “You bet your ass I heard about that. Hazel Callahan empowering woman” “hey I love woman” “I’m sure you do” you go back to nipping at her chest “y-you can come to the club if you want” she says looking elsewhere but your direction.

You slow down and look up at her a faint blush on your cheeks “I-I mean pj and Josie want enough members to join so we can be qualified as a club” your shoulders slump and you pull away “I’ll see , now take your pants off.”

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“I don’t know if I want to go anymore “ you groan stopping a few feet away from the gym door “oh come on it’ll be a great experience” Isabel said while hooking her arm around yours and Brittany on your other “besides it’ll give u a chance to get closer to Hazel” you go to object to that statement but they open the door and practically drag you into the gym.

You walked in on pj talking to the other girls and what looks to be Mr. G? “Is this the right place ?” Asked Isabel as all the girls looked at you three but your eyes for some reason finding a certain brunette but catching yourself and quickly looking away when her eyes met yours.

Suddenly you guys were in a circle to fight each other after Josie punched pj right in the nose and basically breaking her nose. “Okay bitches let’s have our first fighters” pj looks around and smiles and points at hazel “how about you hazel” she looks around to pick hazels partner, you smile and spring up your hand and see hazel rolling her eyes and scoffing in disbelief with a hint of what might be a smile “I’ll go against her” pj looks back at you suprised but smiles. “Okay let’s get this going”

You both start to circle each other neither one willing to throw the first punch after a good couple of seconds “cmon one of you guys throw a punch this is a FIGHTING practice” you hear pj yell your eyes not tearing away from Hazel until pj says fighting. Hazel taking that moment to throw a sloppy right hook against your jaw.

You look at her in disbelief, Hazel standing up straight with what might be worry in her eyes but are wiped away once you land a hard smack against her cheek. You both go back and forth sock after slap after tackle until you wind up with you on your back and hazel on top “seem familiar” she whispers you roll your eyes and land a sharp punch to hazel right in the center of her face. She falls back with a thud and you quickly scurry to her as everyone gasps and start to walk to you guys.

You start to stand her up with the help of Sylvie “here I’ll go clean her up in the locker room “ you lean her against you and you both slowly walk past the gym doors into the locker room and into the bathroom sitting her against the sink and grabbing a paper towel and dampening it with water and start to bring it to her face “I…..can do it” she goes to reach for the towel out of her hand and you move it away “no I got it, it’s my fault anyway” you start to get closer your face a good couple of inches away from her face and slowly stop dapping her nose as you both connect eyes. You feel yourself slowly leaning in. Hazel panicks and swiped the paper towel out of your hand and pulls away turning and facing away from you towards the mirror starting to clean herself up. “I got it”

“Here let me help” you say taking a step closer your chest almost against her side “i said I got it!” She shouts “gosh just trying to help” she looks away from you through the mirror and shakes her head “We’ll don’t stop acting like you care” your shoulders slump and you look hurt “i-i do car-“ “i don’t want to have sex with you no more” your cut off by her statement and your eyes widen your hands falling to your side “in fact I think it’s best if we just leave each other alone” she continues to say not being able to make eye contact

“You don’t mean that” you try to reason “i don’t like you y/n!” She turns to you making eye contact but loosing it a second later “i hate you” she says in such a low tone you wouldn’t be able to hear it if anyone else was in the room. You turn your head eyes tearing up and shake your head “your an asshole Hazel” you throw the paper towel at her chest and go to walk out the bathroom and back to the gym hazel quickly shaking her head and going on your trail “wait - “

You walk into the gym and head straight to your backpack and grab it on. Isabel and Brittany walking up to you , looking worried and start asking you what happened “nothing just remember I have a huge project for chemistry “ they nod and say bye and to call if anything happens. You make it to the door when you can hear the girls asking Hazel if she is okay as you walk out the door and your school and to your car , tears running down your cheek as you drive home.

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“Do I really have to be here?” You whine to Isabel and Brittany as you prepare your cheer for the big game. “Yes you do your part of the team”

After everything you still haven’t talked to Hazel and you’ve really wanted to especially after the whole tucker incident but she made it clear she wanted nothing to do it you.

You pick up your pompoms and start to do the routine when pj , Josie and the other girls from the fight club come over yelling about how they need our help. “If your dreams pj” says Isabel “ which you don’t deserve to have it should be ,like …… total darkeness” you cringe and continue with the routine wondering why they are so panicked

Suddenly they start to scream for the cheerleaders to kiss and I look up and see hazel on the bleachers screaming for us to kiss “maybe we should help them” I suggest turning to Isabel and Brittany “no they lied about everything to everyone” you look around and see them continue to panic and yell “screw this” you throw your pompoms on the ground running towards the bleacher stairs hearing faint “wait don’t” and “they’re just lying about this too” from Isabel and Brittany and rush up to Hazel yelling to get her attention.

“Hazel!” “What-“ you cut her off by grabbing her by the face and smashing your lips against hers not feeling her kiss back you go to move away but are soon pulled back in. “Can we cut this gay shit and get this show on the road” you hear someone say and pull away from Hazel

You say holding onto her face. Her hands on your face “I want to keep having sex with you” you drop your face “no! I want to keep having sex with you but together” you see a faint tint of blush flush her cheeks and tip of her ears “sorry that came out wrong…what I mean if I want-“ you cut her off with a another kiss and pull away “is hazel Callahan asking me to be her girlfriend? The girl she hates ?” You mock with a fake sad face. She laughs softly and lays a small kiss on the tip of your nose “I could never hate you” you hum and close your eyes “say that again” she smiles and leans in closer her lips grazing yours “I could never hate you no matter what” she whispers on your lips” you hum in pleasure “good” you end it off with a kiss.

[undrrcxxt]

Chocolates

james potter x reader

summary: so idk if you guys have seen these chocolates things going around on tiktok, it’s like chocolates that make you horny ig?? and i was thinking like.. what if reader and james were to share the chocolate… so that’s what i wrote ahah

tw: smut(18+ please!!) chocolates that make you horny, oral (both m and f receiving), fingering, if you really really squint there could possibly be a breeding kink. unprotected sex(wrap before u tap) very rushed ending i’m sorry, no aftercare but only bc i was too lazy to write it.

authors note: this is my first full length fic😝 any tips are greatly appreciated! (gif is not mine)

wc: 1327

You ran back to where James was sitting, the box of chocolates in your hands. The boy was giggling and you had a big smile on your face. “What game do we play while we wait for it to kick in?” You asked, getting a piece of the chocolate out.

“Uhhh, how about battleship?” James suggested, getting up to go get the game. “Works for me,” you agreed and broke the chocolate apart. You grinned, not knowing the exact outcome of this little chocolate, but knowing enough from your research.

James came back with battleship in his hands and began setting it up while you slid over the other half of the chocolate. When he was done setting up he gave you the infamous James Potter smirk. You giggled and held up your half of the chocolate, “Cheers.” you both said and ate the sugary treat.

“How long does it take to kick in?” The boy asked, still chewing. You swallowed your piece before answering, “not sure? 15-20 minutes i think?” He nodded and took a swig of the water next to him. “Okay okay, set up your ships then! we probably don’t have a long time to play,” he finished with a wink that had you blushing and rolling your eyes.

You sat there putting your ships in different places before you got the best idea, “James, let’s make in a challenge.” He perched up, “sorry?” you chuckled, “the chocolates, whoever gives in first loses.” James Potter, who loves a good challenge, obviously agreed.

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20 minutes have passed and a certain bespectacled boy was flushed in the face. And a certain girls panties were absolutely soaked, but you let out a laugh. “You okay, Jamie? you look a little red..” “F-fine!” the boy huffed out, his cockiness somehow gone. “how many ships have you got left?” he asked, trying to distract himself. “All of them baby,” you giggled, “how about you?” James frowned, “three..”

You smirked, thinking he’s about to loose the challenge, “do you wanna stop?” James lifts his head up, but when he catches your gaze he shakes his head. “I’m going to win this challenge y/n,” he said, his cocky demeanor coming back out. You nodded and called out another spot, taking yet another one of his ships.

He groaned and ran his hands through his hair, “i’m about to call quits, honestly. This is bloody hard.” You take a sip of the water, “what? battleship or how bad you want me?” you flirted, batting your eyelashes. James breathed out heavily, “both??” “You can always lose,” you said in a sing-sing voice.

And that’s exactly what the boy did. “Yeah, fuck this.” you let out a giggle, but before you could say anything James was on your side of the table kissing you and trying to rip your shirt off. “J-jamie wait, let’s go to the bed room first,” you said, pulling away.

He shook his head, diving back in for another kiss. “Can’t wait dove, i need ya so bad. m’aching.” he whined, kissing down your jawline. You breathed heavily, “okay okay. take your shirt off baby, i wanna see you.” The Potter didn’t waste a second, after he ripped his shirt off, he made quick work with your own.

While he was massaging and kissing your tits, you were fumbling with his belt, “can’t seem-“ you huffed out, James biting on your nipple. “Can’t seem to get it off.” you whined at James chuckle. “Need some help dove?” you nodded, eyeing his hands when he was undoing his belt, and pulling down his jeans.

The man didn’t have time to touch you again before you were spitting on your hand and making work with his already hard cock. He grunted, his hips thrusting themselves into your hand. “Get on your knees baby,” he said, backing up to give you room.

You slowly crawled down from your chair, giving James a little show of your tits. “Fuck dove..” he groaned, grabbing your hair into a makeshift ponytail. You smirked up at him before licking kitten strips up his length. He hissed, his hips once again having a mind of their own and bucking into your face.

You giggled, taking his tip into your mouth and sucking. “merlin..” james groaned, and threw his head back. That only spurred you on more, and you took as much of his cock as you could. you moaned around the boys length, sending vibrations up his spine.

James pulled your hair, telling you to get back on your feet. “my turn,” he smirked and pushed you back on the chair, getting down on his knees himself. he dragged your underwear down to your ankles and started kissing your thighs. “Jamie-“ you whined, loosing patience. “what dove? you want my tongue?” you huffed out, nodding.

James quickly flattened his tongue over your cunt, and you drew in a quick breath. He licked all the way up until his lips latched on to your clit and he started sucking, “oh, shit..” you huffed, slouching down in the chair. He soon added his fingers to the godly mixture, starting with his middle finger. He fucked your hole slowly, sending shivers up your spine. “James,” you moaned, “faster. oh my god faster, please.” James isn’t a man to deny his love, so he did what you asked, and added a second finger.

In a matter of seconds you were coming around james fingers with a high pitched moan. James chuckled, slowly easing his fingers out of you. Before he could say anything, you leaned forward and tugged on his hair, bringing him up to kiss you. He groaned into the kiss, slowly tugging on his now painful cock. “Jamie, i need you inside me.” His eyes rolled back to his head, “fuck.. okay darling, anything you want.”

He lined his cock up to your cunt, and slowly thrusted in. You both drew in a short breath, you leaning your head back into the chair. James bottomed out and waited for you to give him the go ahead. “okay jamie, you can move.” you said, in lightly high pitched voice. He slowly started thrusting in and out of you. “faster, baby” you moaned and the boy wasted no time fucking you into oblivion.

“God baby, i didn’t know how much longer i could last. I don’t know how that chocolate did all this, but fuck..” he let out a short breath, “but fuck am i grateful.” he finished. You just moaned in response, the work he was doing with his cock made you unable to form complete sentences.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” you let out, when james hit a particular spongy spot inside of you. “Yeah, you like that sweetheart?” He chuckled, but faltering into a moan of his own when you squeezed around his cock.

“James.. i’m close..” you squeezed your eyes shut, your legs starting to shake. “mmm okay baby, wanna come with me? wanna squeeze that cunt around my cock while i fill you up?” he said, all huskily, right in your ear. “Oh fuck yes,” your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and when james started circling your clit with his fingers, you were done for.

“Cmon baby, come on my cock.” Those words alone could’ve made you come, and they did. Your eyes flew open and you started rocking against the chair, trying to meet james’s thrusts. The boys mouth flew open, a very pornagraphic moan escaping his lips from the look on your face. His hips stuttered and he came not long after you.

“Holy shit,” you laughed, James following along in your laughter. “That’s some intense chocolate,” he said, slowly pulling out of you. You both winced. You tugged on his hair, bringing his lips down to yours. “love you,” you said breaking from the kiss. “love you too darling.” James pecked your lips once more, “now.. i’m gonna go find a rag.”

[genericpuff]

I WANNA TALK ABOUT THE FUCKING EISNERS-

i've been finding lately that there are so many topics i still wanna talk about concerning LO and its development and they just don't happen because i get distracted or busy and my brain is like "ok we're just gonna pretend we've already talked about it even though we haven't" JFKDLSAJFDASKLFJSLKA

Let's talk about the Eisners and LO's recent 'win'.

I've already briefly mentioned in previous posts that LO has had a lot of its awards and accolades bought for it. This is especially true for both the NYT Bestseller label (seriously, none of those labels are ever earned, it's not some top 100 list that you compete on, it goes to whoever is willing to pay for it or whoever an editorial column wants to highlight) and, of course, the Eisner Award, which is not exactly an award judged by the industry's finest (the judges this year were made up of largely comic book shop owners and librarians).

But we're not here to talk about that. I wanna talk about what happened after LO won its second Eisner.

First off, the fact that it can be nominated at all when it doesn't even really fit the criteria for their submissions is sketchy at best:

see: "new, professionally produced long-form original comics work posted online in 2022." LO is not 'new'. Sure, it has new episodes, but I don't think that really follows the spirit of what they meant by 'new'. The Eisner doesn't seem like an award that should be granted to the same series twice, is my point, and that's one of the many complaints brought up in the absolute dressing down that LO got in its announcement post on the Webtoons Official IG page.

Of course, you can see for yourself right here.

But for the sake of fun, let's share some of the excerpts here.

(and yes I'm sharing a LOT of these because frankly I don't trust WT to not delete them in an attempt to hide all the shit that's being thrown at their precious "baby")

While names have been censored to protect the users involve, I will say one thing - this isn't some attempt from antiLO/ULO members to brigade the series' win, there are other comic creators in this discussion as well from the Canvas section who aren't pleased with seeing LO win another Eisner when there are multiple new series from this past year alone which deserve more attention than they're getting. Again, see for yourself if you click on the link above, the vast majority of comments on this post are expressing their disappointment and you can tell from how they've been sitting at the top while all the positive comments are being 'pushed' to the bottom - the like counts say it all.

All of this, paired with the fact that LO didn't win a SINGLE user-voted award during the Webtoonies, goes to show that the Webtoons audience is over LO. They're done with it. It's not relevant anymore, the only ones who still keep up with it are the stans and those holding on in the hopes that the story gets around to resolving the SA plotline and gets its TV show (which I've also mentioned has a real possibility of not happening, at least not now when it would count the most LMAO)

It still gets more likes than any other series on the platform (for now) but you can tell during its current hiatus that when LO is out of sight, it's out of people's minds - despite many of these episodes now being weeks old, their like counts aren't going up, no new readers are being pulled in. And the fact that a series with over 6 million subscribers can barely scratch 100k likes nowadays is... really something.

And that's on its free to read episodes, it's FP episodes - where views count the most because it's where LO makes its money and initial views - aren't even a fraction of what the free episodes often take well over a week to gain at this point.

Episode 252:

And the midseason finale, 253:

Compare it to Down to Earth which gets 70k likes on average on its free episodes (though its current new FP is sitting at the 1k mark), is LO still bringing in higher numbers than other series? Yes. But it's clearly falling to a point where it's going to be on par with every other comic on the platform in no time. I can't even imagine what it's going to be like after it comes back from this poorly-timed hiatus, when all of its official fan groups have also been shuttered preventing people from staying in touch within their own fandom.

Awards like the Webtoonies are, while largely just for street cred, still audience-based, and I really hope the fact that the people have spoken not once, but twice through their engagement with the platform - both through the comment section on LO's Eisner win and the votes in favor of other series in the Webtoonies - will be a major wake-up call to WT that they can't keep trying the same things over and over again expecting different results. They can't keep stuffing money into LO as if advertising or awards are the reason LO isn't pulling in the numbers it used to. They can't keep pretending that LO still has the merit and credibility that it once had 5 years ago.

It's like that comparison from Super Eyepatch Wolf talking about why you shouldn't take advice on how to be "successful" from Youtubers who got famous 5+ years ago:

"Say you decide you want to become a carpenter, and particularly, how to build a nice chair. Think about the kind of person you'd want to learn that skill from. Would it be from someone who has built nice chairs every day for 20 years? Or would it be the guy who built one nice chair five years ago out of a special kind of wood that doesn't exist anymore, who has no experience with the kind of wood available to you now?"

LO is a byproduct of a version of Webtoons that no longer exists. It was fortunate enough to join the Canvas section when the Canvas section was still only lightly populated, before WT started trying to sell the idea that anyone could become "rich" on their platform (an idea largely perpetuated by creators LIKE RACHEL who only became big because WT threw all of their money at them), before Greek myth comics became commonplace (again, something that's a consequence of Rachel/Lore Olympus) and before the romance genre became largely filled with problematic "dark" romances (again, see Lore Olympus).

Do you see the pattern of what I'm talking about here? A lot of what Webtoons became known for was a byproduct of Lore Olympus and series like it, because those series did phenomenally well, due to being in the right place at the right time, so WT went "hey, cool, this makes us lots of money! Let's do more of that!" Obviously this isn't to say that Lore Olympus is the root of all evil here OR that it didn't have its own merit back in the day, but if you make a series that blows every other series out of the water in stats, it's only natural for a company to want to pursue more series and story tropes like it in the hopes that it'll replicate exactly what comics like LO did, completely misunderstanding why LO did well in the first place. At the time, LO's art was unique for the platform, and it was tackling a story that was extremely popular on platforms like Tumblr so it naturally gained a crowd.

But that was five years ago. Since then, the WT audience climate has changed dramatically, as it always does every few years; and LO and WT haven't kept up. We went through a phase of BL, isekai, and now WT seems to be in an odd limbo because it's still clinging to a series from three whole lifetimes ago, especially now with so many of its other signature series either finally ending (True Beauty) or walking away from the platform entirely (Let's Play).

At this point, Lore Olympus is a chair that was nice five years ago, but has since started to fall apart - its paint is chipping, and its legs don't stand up so well anymore - and WT is still trying to sell it you as the exact same chair - with cheap new paint and a few bits and bobs attached to try and convince you that the chair is new - but it's long past its prime. This isn't to say that the chair itself doesn't deserve to exist, just that it shouldn't be given so much proprietary advertising and attention when there are so many other works on the platform that deserve to be uplifted and seen.

LO was good for its era, it was successful for a reason, but we're halfway through 2023 and it's painfully obvious that the comic and the platform's audience is ready to move on to new territories. Webtoons just needs to learn to let go.

[desafinado]

♡❀˖⁺. welcoming you home

wings on my back if you wanna fly away

°｡⋆ domestic fluff, a bit suggestive, malewife agenda-ish, maybe ooc xiao but this is my hc of him so

°｡⋆ diluc, kaveh, xiao, zhongli x reader (wc: 600)

note: so like i think im hanging out with my supposed crush alone tomorrow, so ig romance gods idk whoever is out there, im offering this for a not too awkward and productive exchange ;-;

running to you the moment he hears the door creak open, diluc doesn’t miss a beat welcoming you home. even after all these years, he never gets tired of showering you with soft kisses; oftentimes he’ll even pick you up and embrace you in his warmth, the faint aroma of wine and birch filling your lungs. “hello, my beloved.” he whispers loud enough for just the both of you to hear. he never feels like he needs to try when he’s around you, and he definitely does not feel the need to hide his abundant adoration for you. 

he knows that his eyes look exceptionally glassy. he knows that knows that you can feel him getting warmer by the second. he knows he looks like nothing but a fool in love, but he’s not afraid to feel such when you’re next to him.

“thank you for coming home to me.” 

“in the kitchen, dear.”

kaveh makes it a point to always welcome you home with a sense of comfort, him being the centerpiece, of course. whether it be cooking you a meal, preparing you a warm bath, offering to massage your shoulders, he does his best in making you forget about the stresses of the day. he loves having these intimate moments with you and only you, pretending as if the universe was made for only the two of you to wholly indulge in.

you leaned against the kitchen door frame, watching his pretty face so focused on whatever he was creating. you can’t stop the amused giggle that slips between your lips; he finally looks up at you with a raised eyebrow.

“mhm. you laugh now, but i’ll be taking my payment later in the form of kisses… and i’ll tell you now it isn’t going to be cheap.”

if we’re being honest, xiao had already checked up on you multiple times throughout the day, watching you from afar, but welcoming you home was still the best part of his day. you’d think he hadn’t seen you in years by the way he clings to you.

“you were gone for far too long.”

he would never admit such a weakness to anyone, but you. he allowed himself your warmth, and you were no better, honestly. none of you would dare be the first to pull away. “i agree, don’t let me leave the bed next time, okay?” his lips curve upwards at your little joke; it’s an offer he’d definitely take you up on if you weren’t careful.

“i know you’re joking, but i seriously just wish i could spend every waking moment with you. i know it’s cheesy, but–”

“but nothing. it’s perfect, xiao. i love you too.”

“welcome home, darling.”

ever the gentleman, zhongli welcomes you home with a kiss to your knuckles, your cheek, and lastly, your lips. he’d like to get straight to the point; that being how much he missed you. you’d think that after all his years on teyvat, he’d get used to the apathy of time, but you’re the exception that proves the rule.

“zhongli… i–” “it’s just you and me, don’t tell me you still get embarrassed?”

his face softened with a kind smile as he took in the image of you; your eyes were looking deep into his, hand squeezing his shoulder a bit too tight, and lips hesitating to move. his fingers stroke your cheek, before he moves to leave another kiss against your lips.

and you can finally ease into his touch, trusting him with whatever’s left of your heart.

“you’re alright, darling, you’re alright. i’ve got you.”

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[p-redux]

Didn’t take much to pull you out of retirement huh? Btw, you didn’t get a scoop - another blog best you to it. Also, you took a huge leap assuming Sam was flying with someone. His buddy Marina flew in today - possible he could have been picking her up and therefore didn’t have luggage? They have spent NYE together in the past, you know. you are a self-proclaimed truther - maybe do a little research before you suggest you know he’s with “a broad”? Thirsty, thirsty. Rest your eyes!

Didn't take much for you to crawl out of the woodwork to spew hate huh? Btw, I didn't say I got the scoop, I said this was a NEW pic of Sam--and I didn't see any blog beat me to it. Even BellaOutlander on IG, who gets everything right away, and many others, posted AFTER me. So, I was def one of the first blogs to post the new pic of Sam with a fan at Glasgow airport. Also, I NEVER said Sam was flying with anyone. I said he could be flying OUT of Glasgow go be with a lady friend because he has done that for New Year's Eve on more than one occasion. That's not me taking "a huge leap," that's me going on proven past behavior aka facts. Yes, I saw that his friend, Marina Campbell flew into Glasgow yesterday. Would Sam himself go to the airport to pick her up? At this stage in his career, I would think he would have sent a car service to pick her up. But who knows, Sam is down to earth, and a good friend, so he may have picked her up. The jury is still out on that one. Marina has since posted pics on her IG hanging out in Glasgow. It looks like she's with a group of friends...let's see if any pics come out of Sam being among them. As for them spending New Year's Eve together in the past, I don't think that's happened very often. On January 3, 2022, Marina posted from a Chargers American football game in Los Angeles with Sam and Alex, so I guess they could have spent that New Year's together. I've been here almost 10 years, and I don't remember that happening very often though. They've definitely hung out together a lot: worked out together, traveled together, climbed munros together, but I don't remember many New Year's Eve together, but it could have happened. And maybe this year, Sam felt like staying in Glasgow, and they'll hang out for New Year's Eve. No sweat off my back. Whatever Sam wants to do and whoever he wants to do it with is fine by me...and always has been. As for my play on words he's going abroad to be with a broad, it was OBVIOUSLY a joke, tongue-in-cheek, haha. Anon, maybe if you pulled the stick out of your ass, you might find a sense of humor. Bitter, bitter. Rest up, bitch! I'm here for the duration...

PS. For those "worried" about my eyes, I'm writing this on my desktop, which obviously strains them less than my cell phone does. There, I saved you the inevitable, "I thought you had eye pain, how are you writing such a looong post with eye pain?!" *eyeroll*

PPS. For the haters who were happy to see me semi retire, I never said completely retire, the fastest way to get me to post again is to piss me the f*ck off. So, keep sending me Anons like this, and you will ensure I will post more often. Besides getting the inside scoop, there's nothing I relish more than handing people their asses. Up to you...

[uniquevoidflowers]

Ehehe, Chapter 2 of the Royal Links AU that I haven't talked about in awhile.

Link to the first chapter:

CW: Mild Blood, Stabbing, Kidnapping

Word count: 4,241

“Come forth, Warrior,” Sun ordered and Warrior obeyed, standing up from a bowed position, blue eyes flickering with someone unreadable.

“What is it, Mom?” Legend asked.

“I have gotten word that the Servants of Demise have begun to run amuck, that they were not truly killed in our last encounter,” Sun informed them. “I also heard you had gone to Castletown, Legend.”

Well, shit.

“I’m not mad. I just simply wish to know what you were doing out there.”

“I have friends...I was visiting,” Legend said, biting his lip. “I trust them with my life, and they have no malicious intentions.”

No point in lying.

“Friends, you say?” Sun looked lost in thought for a moment. “I’m curious, how long have you been visiting them?”

“Um, a couple of years now? I think?” Legend swallowed a feeling of nervousness.

“Hey, I’m not mad, remember? I think it’s great you have a life outside all this castle business. Last thing I want is for you to be alone,” Sun reassured, stepping off of her throne and hugging the prince.

Legend hugged her back. “I just wish you would’ve told me, because it’s not safe if I can’t find you,” Sun murmured. “Especially with what’s happening right now.”

“I’m sorry,” Legend murmured.

Sun pulled back with a reassuring smile. “I forgive you. Now,” Sun sat back down, curiosity sparking in her eyes. “What are your friends like?”

“Well, there’s six of them and they all live in the same house. Um, there’s the owners of the house, and they’re nice.”

“Six? Does it get chaotic?”

“Yeah.”

“I can imagine,” Sun chuckled, and then the smile fell from her face. “Oh, but I’m getting off track again. Warrior, please describe what happened to my son earlier.”

The knight obeyed, explaining what had happened. “His arm should be fine, Your Majesty. I was able to get it stitched up in time. I apologize for not getting there in time to stop him from harm.”

“I’m just glad you both survived. It seems the Servants of Demise have stepped out of hiding, though. Which means the ball tonight could be left alone, or could turn out disastrous. I’ll have to add more protective measures.”

Warrior stepped back, bowing. “Would you mind go getting your father, Legend? I imagine he’s in his office or bedroom,” Sun asked.

“Yeah,” Legend nodded.

Warrior stood up and followed the prince out of the throne room. Legend knocked on Sky’s office. “Come in!” Sky’s voice came from inside the room.

Legend stepped through. “Hi, Dad.”

“Oh, Legend!” Sky greeted with a smile. “How are you?”

“Fine. Mom wants to talk to you.”

“Alright. I’ll be there in a minute.”

With that, the prince waited until Sky finished whatever he was doing and followed him out. “Thank you, Ledge. You can still sneak out if you want to, but you have to come back a couple of hours before the ball. And...be careful please,” Sun said.

Legend gave a nod, brightening. The prince and the knight left, and Legend grabbed a big cloak this time to hide his identity. Warrior followed him outside once more. They headed inside to Vio and Green’s house, where Green and Blue had left for work and Vio had left for school. “Hi, Ledge,” Wind called. “Do you want to see what I’ve been practicing?”

“Sure,” Legend responded, sitting down on a wooly chair.

Wind cleared his throat, pulling on armour, and Red walked over. Wind started to pace back and forth, looking stressed. “Sir Mayor, what will we do?”

Red looked contemplative. “Well, not many people are going to be there...”

“Let’s just call it off. It’s too dangerous to hold it on the third day,” Wind insisted, an undertone of urgency in his voice.

“But the other townsfolk want to hold it,” Red mumbled. “You know what, the festival shall continue for whoever wants to stay!”

Wind grew visibly angry. “Do you want all these people to be crushed by the falling moon?!”

“They won’t be,” Red waved his hand around dismissively. “It’s decided then. The festival will continue.”

Wind crossed his arms, and left the spot where he was before. Then he rushed over to Legend. “What did you think?”

“I think it was good. Is this a retelling of the plight of Termina?”

“Mhm! Our instructor said it’s tradition to do it around the time of a festival or event.”

“You’ll do great, then squirt,” Legend ruffled Wind’s hair.

Wind squawked indignantly and knocked the prince’s hand off his hair. Warrior smiled slightly. Soon, Hyrule came around the corner, and he gasped. “You’re back!”

“You think I wouldn’t be?”

“Well...I dunno.”

Legend rolled his eyes and hugged Hyrule. Hyrule returned the hug after a moment. “Well, what should we do now?” Red asked.

“Games? We have cards,” Wind suggested.

“Ledge?” Hyrule gave a look to the prince who gave a nod and a shrug.

They sat down and played cards for a few hours, Warrior winning once and Hyrule winning another. After that Wind went back to practicing his acting, while Red went to bake something in the kitchen. “Your Highness, you have two hours left before the ball,” Warrior informed.

“I guess I’ll head back in an hour then,” Legend grumbled. “Are you guys coming?”

“We’ll try!” Hyrule promised.

“I’m sure we’ll be able to convince Green and Vio to go,” Red called, with a grin.

Legend really hoped they’d be there. He needed someone to hang out with.

~~~~~~~~~~~

“There you are! All dressed up, I see?” Sun greeted, smiling.

Legend shrugged, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. “Will I get to meet those friends of yours?” Sun asked.

“They said they’d try to make it.”

“Hm. Hopefully they do.”

Soon, Sky came through with a tired sigh, “Hello, love.”

“Hello,” Sun wrapped an arm around him. “Need a nap, sleepyhead?”

Sky huffed with a slight smile, “I would take one if I could.”

The doors opened and an influx of guests came through in the ballroom. “Have fun!” Sun called cheerfully and walked away.

“Ready to meet the princess you’ve been told about?” Sky said with a teasing lilt to his tone.

“Sure,” Legend said, humming.

“She doesn’t seem to be here yet, but her name is Marin,” Sky told him. “I’ll point to her when I see her.”

“Marin, huh?” Legend said.

The name rolled off his tongue nicely. The name reminded him of the beaches, and the salty ocean waves. Warrior nudged him with a small smirk. “Now, just what are you thinking of?”

Legend made a rude gesture and Sky sighed with a smile. “Not in front of the guests, Ledge.”

The prince sent a glare to the knight beside him who merely chuckled. “Oh! There she is,” Sky said after a moment, and pointed to a lady in a light blue gown. “You should go introduce yourself.”

Legend shrugged his shoulders and walked away to greet the princess who was just entering the ballroom. He bowed, formally. “Welcome to Hyrule, Princess Marin.”

The girl looked to be the same age as him as she looked over at him. Her eyes were a magnificent hazel and her hair was long, wavy and red. She smiled politely. “Thank you, kind sir. Who might you be?”

“Prince Legend, of Hyrule. Nice to meet you.”

She gasped slightly and then her smile seemed more genuine then the tight, forced smile he had seen before. “I’ve heard you’d be here. My father said something about meeting the prince today.”

“Really?” Legend tilted his head. “My father sent me over here as well. Perhaps they’ve set us up.”

Marin giggled, the joyous sound bright with a bit of curiosity, “Knowing my father, it’s no surprise.”

“Which kingdom are you from?” The prince asked after her giggles had faded.

“Koholint. It’s not too far from here, actually.”

Legend didn’t know too much about the kingdom other than its affinity for music and instruments. He smiled brightly, eager to hear more. “Tell me about it.”

“Well, most of us learn some type of instrument as the kingdom has a festival of music each year. I choose to sing, usually. There’s a lot of variety in the instruments that our people play, though. The festival consists of playing a few songs together, as a way to unite ourselves. People may choose to play a solo, depending on which song they request to play but the rules are loose around that. After all the music, there’s a feast for everyone. Usually it’s seafood, since our kingdom is more like a tropical island than anything. We conclude the festival with one final song and it’s always the same one each year. Visitors are also welcome to watch.”

“Wow. I might have to go one time then.”

“You won’t be disappointed, trust me. My favourite of the songs we play, is called the Ballad of the Wind-fish. The Wind-fish is our deity, and our protector. I started singing it, when I was only a child, and it’s quite the upbringing melody. I also know it on the ocarina.”

“Oh, I know how to play the ocarina too!”

No, Legend didn’t know the ocarina. At all. He was sure he could learn it quickly if necessary, though. It was worth it to see stars dance in Marin’s hazel eyes, and her smile turn into a broad grin. “I must teach you then!”

“Yeah.”

“Do you know any other instruments?”

“Yeah. I know the piano, the harp, the ocarina of course, and few percussion instruments.” That was mostly true, the exception being the ocarina.

“Oh, wow. You should tell me about Hyrule. It’s my first time here,” Marin tucked a strand of her luscious red hair behind her ear, and it was wonderful to be able to talk to someone who was truly curious. Though he had his friends and Wars of course, they already knew enough to never hear anything that would spark that much curiosity.

“Hyrule? Well, it’s the biggest country. We have several ‘villages’ branching off of Hyrule making it so large. Like, Skyloft, for example. Castletown is the most popular since it houses this castle, and it has the most markets. Each culture is different depending on where you are, but here? Events like this ball are the most common, and we have an annual festival to honour the heroes that saved this land hundreds and thousands of years ago. It consists of different games and contests, and sometimes there’s food sold.”

Marin nodded along, looking at the prince with wonder. “What kinds of games and contests?”

“For games, there’s tag for the little ones. For older individuals it’s usually intellectual games or dancing games. The contests range from woodcarving to sword fighting.”

“Any music themed ones?” Marin smirked a little.

“Usually there’s at least one,” Legend cocked his head, wondering why she was asking, before it clicked and he stifled a laugh.

“Perhaps I’ll have to come when the festival arrives.”

It had been their first meeting, yet Legend already wanted to be at least friends with her. They basked in comfortable silence. Her eyes shined with many, many thoughts but he could tell they were good ones. He heard a shout of his name and familiar voices and spun around, greeted with the faces of his friends. “You made it!”

“Of course we did! You think we’re liars?” Blue rolled his eyes.

Princess Marin began to slink away but Wind noticed, exclaiming, “Who’s that?”

Marin gained an unsure look and Legend hurried to placate her. “This is Princess Marin,” He introduced, clearing his throat and giving his friends a look.

Wind understood, making an ‘o’ with his mouth. “Where’s Warrior?”

“Oh, hell if I know. He’s very good at disappearing,” He shrugged, wincing when he realized he cursed in front of everyone.

“And this would be?” Marin asked cautiously, like if she said one wrong thing the world would fall beneath her feet.

Legend would try to be there to hold her hand so she never fell, to reassure her that she wouldn’t. He chuckled, “He’s a knight assigned to me by my father. He’s uh, annoying to say the least.”

“Oh, we know you don’t mean that,” Vio drawled, mirth in his violet eyes.

“You can’t base that off of nothing, Sir—Viowhothinksheknowseverything,” Legend retorted.

“I can list all of my sources,” Vio smirked a little. “Let’s see...there’s the fondness in your tone when you speak about him—”

“Shut up!” The prince hissed with no real venom and he heard Marin stifle a giggle, under gloved hands.

“I’m hungry,” Wind decided, glancing over at the decorated tables standing at the sides of the ballroom.

“Anyone else, hungry?” Red asked. “We can probably bring over stuff if you guys want.”

When no one responded Wind grasped Red’s sleeve and ran off to the tables. “I can leave if you guys want, I don’t mean to intrude,” Marin spoke up softly, though her eyes told of disappointment.

He shook his head with a smile and put a steady hand on her shoulder. “If you were intruding we would’ve spoken up already. Which, you’re not. Right, guys?”

“Right!” Came the choruses of the others, boisterous and genuine.

Marin’s eyes sparkled with something similar to awe as the disappointment vanished from hazel. “Okay.”

“So, Princess, where exactly do you come from?” Hyrule asked shyly, “I’m from Calatia, myself.”

“Calatia! I’ve heard such great things about that place,” Marin replied brightly. “I’m from Koholint. What brought you here from Calatia of all places, if that’s not too sensitive of a question?”

“Oh, uh, apologies princess, but it’s a vulnerable topic that I’d rather not talk about so openly. I live here now though, and I must say, it’s way more casual than Calatia ever was. Everything was formal back there, and I can’t say I ever miss it.”

“I tend to avoid formal stuff too, as much as I can for being who I am. It tires the shit out of me.”

Legend blinked, a little surprised that Marin would swear but he guessed he shouldn’t really assume such things about people. He couldn’t resist a snort. “Ain’t that the truth.”

Suddenly a voice rang throughout the ballroom, echoing with order and warmth at the same time. “We want to welcome all who came here, from most likely busy lives, to feast, converse, and dance with us. Tonight’s a special night, one to be remembered, as it’s a time to celebrate this kingdom and recognize’s it’s thriving,” The King’s voice was the one he heard, strong and filled with pride and joy, like everyone in this room and gained his approval, by merely attending the ball.

Sun stood beside him, arms locked with his and a smile stretched across her face. Legend wished the moment had lasted longer. He wished that wasn’t the last time the couple smiled, truly feeling happy. The moment ending, was inevitable though. Just as his mother had said earlier, opening up the ball was a risky endeavour for what they had recently learned.

There was a flash of silver, the whirl of flying steel and Legend saw it aimed directly at Sun. He hurried, ignoring the frantic cries around him trying to push his mother out of the way, but he stumbled and was way too late. He saw the blade hit it’s target, sinking through Sun’s white gown. The Queen’s eyes went wide as her shaking hands went to the dagger. Blood started to seep through the white, staining it a permanent red. “SUN!” Sky screamed, and the prince felt his breath hitch.

No-nononono! Why did he have to trip? Why couldn’t he just make it there in time?!

Then cackles came out of nowhere and two of the people standing in the crowd, ripped off disguises, revealing an ugly, red suit and a white mask with an inverted eye. Wild’s face could only ever be described as guilty, as he had also been, too late. In a flash of orange, glowing light and thin paper, the pair that had ripped of the disguises appeared behind Sun. Wild launched his sword at them, many more knights following in suit but they only hit one of them as the other latched onto her and disappeared in the blink of an eye. The ballroom went to chaos as the crowd murmured about what had just occurred while Warrior came over to protect Marin and Legend from any other hidden dangers, and the knights arrested the remaining red suited-traitor and took him away, leaving Wild to stand guard for the King who looked grief-stricken.

Legend watched Marin’s hand intertwine with this, a sympathetic and horrified expression written across her face. He blinked, surprised and squeezed it tighter, tears starting to build at the corner of his eyes. Briefly, she looked she was about to let go, a blush spreading across her face but she didn’t, seeing how comforted he was by the gesture. He heard his friends footsteps, approaching quicker towards him but Warrior stopped them, raising up his sword in defence, saying, “My priority is to protect these two, and we don’t know who all could be disguised.”

The prince felt unease as his eyes lingered at the blade that could slit someone’s throat if they stepped closer and he knew the reasoning behind it, the reasoning behind the coldness that cut through any protests, yet it didn’t ease the churning inside his stomach. Sky, though looking pale and stricken, still took order, thundering, “STOP! It is clear that this area is no longer safe for anyone. I instruct you all to leave back to your homes for the time being, and wait for further information. Go!”

The crowd ceased their murmurs and left, until eventually, The King of Koholint, Princess Marin and her bodyguard left too, taking a quick route to a ship that would allow them back home. The ballroom remained silent and empty where people were once united, and where people once basked in the thrill of it all. Legend and Warrior, were the last ones, the former finding himself stuck, feet glued to the ground.

How could this happen?

“Ledge, don’t get stuck in your thoughts,” Warrior spoke softly, like he was speaking to a wild animal, ready to run at slightest movement.

“I apologize for keeping you here,” He told him, words coming off bitterly on his tongue, “I must head to the King now.”

He missed Warrior’s concerned shimmer in blue eyes, as he wiped away tears, bottling up anything that was trying to come out, and he pushed forward to his Father’s office.

~~~~~~~~~~~

The prince crawled into his bed, reluctantly, and his closed his eyes, snuggling into soft sheets, but even though this would’ve been enough to allow him sleep, he found himself lying there for far too long, unable to succumb to comfort. When he opened his eyes to darkness, he adjusted to it with the help of a bit of moonlight shining through the window, and saw that his knight was asleep. He sighed quietly, standing up to grab a book to read, hopefully helping him but when he turned back to climb into bed, he heard a mystical chime, ringing loud in his ears. He startled, dropping his book on the ground and winced when Warrior’s eyes fluttered open at the loud noise.

Master. The time has arrived for you to find me. Follow my chimes, seek me out. It is your destiny, Master. Seek me out.

He heard the sound of Warrior’s heavy metal boots pounding against the floor and wondered if he should really follow this monotonic voice’s guidance, or if he should be really concerned.

And how should I trust you? He thought, hoping somehow it would reach the mysterious voice.

I am the key to rescuing your mother. Come alone, follow the chimes.

Okay, that was enough convincing. “Legend? What are you doing awake, bud?” Warrior asked, rubbing at his eyes sluggishly.

“Couldn’t sleep, but it’s okay. I’ll just head back to bed now.””

“Alright.”

Warrior went back to where he was before, and Legend pretended to be asleep until he was sure it had been long enough. When he opened his eyes, his knight was fast asleep, and he crept out of bed once more. He opened the door, and left, walking and trusting the repeated chimes. He was led to a locked room, one which he had been forbidden in by his parents and he started to doubt this voice. The chimes were loud and true, inside but he couldn’t get in.

“Do not worry, Your Highness,” A familiar voice murmured in his ear.

He jumped and looked to see Fi, one of his father’s most trusted advisors there, a key in her hands. Before he could utter a word she jabbed the key and opened the locked door for him. “What? Why? How did you know I wanted inside?” Legend asked.

“I was merely wandering by when I caught sight of you gazing at this door. I...also heard faint sounds of chimes,” Fi admitted. “As for why I shall explain to you once you have proven yourself worthy of such secured information. Go ahead and look around, Highness.”

Legend obliged, stepping through and saw pedestals, each having important looking swords in them, lying there. The chimes were almost obnoxious as they grew louder in his ear and he looked to see that one of the swords were glowing. It was one with a hilt that was royal blue, and the colour of the blade looked orange. He walked closer, unsure as Fi followed him wordlessly.

Pull me from my pedestal, Master, and raise me high.

He couldn’t contain his curiosity, so he gripped the sword’s hilt tightly and pulled as hard as he could. It started to budge but it wasn’t moving. Something resonated within him, igniting a spark, and he pulled with all his might. The sword glowed brighter, almost blinding him as it slid out of the pedestal and into his grasp.

Raise me high!

Legend ignored the stinging of his palms and pointed the tip of the blade up at the ceiling, watching in awe as it drew in more light. For a moment he saw the faces of people he’d never met, people who oddly resembled his friends and family. Then when their faces disappeared he was met with the brilliant blade and he turned it over in his hands, examining it with wonder.

“Only one person can wield that sword. It chooses its wielder, determining who is worthy of pulling it from the pedestal,” Fi spoke up.

“It chose...me?” Legend asked, surprised.

“Yes, Your Highness. I waited to explain but it seems you are worthy of the information passed down through secret in the Royal Family. All of these swords are powerful weapons created by Goddesses and Heroes, enriched with magic to repel evil. Back, millenniums ago, the Goddesses chose Heroes to defeat evil and each had to prove their worth, gaining these blades. Ever since, The Royal Family has taken these swords and keeping them safe and locked away, taking care of them so that if evil arises once more, their wielders will be able to save the Kingdom swiftly, and also because of a prophecy. A prophecy that Demise, an ancient, evil God would remerge with his servants and heroes would appear to strike them down. You are one of them.”

“A hero? I’m not a hero.”

“This sword chose you for a reason, Highness. Even if are not a hero now, I can determine that you will become one. I would advise that your next step be informing the King immediately, and in the morning, receive training to hone your skills. Shall I escort you?”

The prince thought for a moment. “Escort me to my bedroom, please. I don’t want to alarm my guard if he finds out I’ve left and doesn’t know where I am.”

“Understood,” Fi nodded, and followed Legend as he left, blade in hand.

He went back to his bedroom and shook Warrior awake, explaining the situation, who, aptly, was very confused and surprised. With a lit lantern this time, they headed to Dad’s bedroom. “Are you sure this can’t wait until morning? My father deserves whatever rest he can obtain,” Legend asked, turning to Fi.

“Yes, Your Highness. If it reassures you, I doubt His Majesty is asleep after the recent events,” Fi replied.

Sure enough, Dad was awake, peering groggily at a piece of paper, wet stains on his pillow, likely tears. “Dad?” Legend called.

Dad looked over and sighed with a forced smile. “Hey, kiddo. What do you need?”

“I—um...have one of the sacred blades? It called out to me and I went through the room you forbid me from...I’m sorry...but I pulled this sword from one of the pedestals and...” Legend stammered, holding up his sword.

Dad’s eyes widened, and he turned to Fi. “This might be how we rescue Sun. Legend, I need you to uncover the other heroes, give them their blades. I will do as much as I can here to gain information for your mother’s whereabouts. We might be able to do this.”

Legend gave a nod slowly, overwhelmed.

We might actually be able to do this. I might see Mom again...

[artoodeetootired]

how you get the girl (11)

🌌 and that's how it works- that's how you got the girl. 🌌

part i

it is widely known that anakin skywalker excels at nearly everything- except one: how to get the girl of his dreams.

words: ~5.4k (warning: also did not proofread)

aotc anakin skywalker x padawan!ofc (+ besties padme & artoo)

best friends to lovers, miscommunication, a little angst ig?, fluff, whiny emo teenager padawans

Evelyn found herself meditating more aggressively than usual the next morning... with a lightsaber.

After she had finished her perimeter check in just an hour, she resorted to whipping her weapon around in a never-ending storm.

Her mind was too scattered, too dark. It was consumed by feelings she had suppressed for far too long, even though they were inevitable.

The vibrations hummed in the air. and she danced along with it. As she fought the enemy in her mind, she lost herself to the flow of it, letting the Force embody her, and she the Force.

Twirling and thrusting and concentrating, Evelyn reached the peak of her combination and went for the blowing swing.

Only to find resistance on the other end.

Opening her eyes in alarm, she was welcomed with the plague himself, his saber connected ferociously to hers.

Sparks sprouted around them, their blue rays challenging each other as they pushed one another.

"I knew I'd find you here," Anakin smirked, never faltering in his engagement to her saber.

From the intersection of their blades, Evelyn couldn't help but feel a little lost at the sight of his azure eyes, seeing how it matched their twined lightsabers.

She's always subtly complimented him about it, but never in the way she thought at that very moment.

"Oh yeah?" she dared to push against him a little harder, partly as a way to scold herself, "Is that what you told yourself running 'round the past few days?"

At this she ducked underneath his arm, freeing the both of them to circle around each other.

He chuckled deeply, "So you own up to actively avoiding me?"

Evelyn tilted her head, smiling behind the spinning blur of her lightsaber.

"You know I never lie."

"Well then if you're so honest," Anakin edged on, pointing the tip of his saber towards her, "Then what say you a bet?"

Despite herself and the events of the last few days (or the lack thereof), she was open to the idea.

She did admit that she found his composed demeanor quite strange, knowing Anakin extremely well as impatient. She expected harsh questioning, annoyed monologues, nosy tendencies; instead, he was acting as anything but that. Well, to an extent-he was still his cocky self this early in the morning.

Padme's rubbing off on him, I guess.

"Go on."

"We duel." Anakin states strongly, "It's been a while, so it’s even ground. And whoever wins, gets to make the other do something."

Evelyn scoffed, "Well, that's what a bet is. I meant, what's at stake?"

"If I win, you stop acting like a hellion and join us today. No questions asked," he gazed down at her.

Huh?

"And if I win?" she stopped walking, keeping her weapon by her side.

"I leave you alone," Anakin said simply, face unreadable.

Curious.

They regarded one another for a while, eyeing the other for any foul intentions. Taking it to the next level, their reach out to each other through the Force was wide open, unlike how Evelyn had closed herself off from him for days.

And so she rushed forward, swinging the first strike.

He met her by his head, admittedly a little shocked she would go straight for his neck.

He forced her to his right, then pulled her towards him so she would spin away, allowing for him to regroup. Anakin lunged for her legs, leaving a path of light in the wake of her fast feet, backing up on her toes as preparation to jump over his head.

She landed facing his back, and snatched his defenseless side as an opportunity. But as she expected, he had blocked her, his arms twisted to cover him, and his face turned over his shoulder to peek at her determined face.

He smiled, missing this.

A battling blur of blue and white ensued, dangerously similar to lightspeed; their movement rocked back and forth, bringing balance to their battle as they danced a tango they've danced before.

Both were swift, sure and strong in their steps, and it was painfully clear that they were each other's equals as they showed no falter.

Behind her followed her streak of dark hair, as sharp as her eyes; ever following Anakin's movements, discerning, calculating, deciding. She tried to ignore how his eyes never left hers if he could help it, and how she couldn't leave his. Evelyn didn't know what made this spar so different, but it intoxicated her senses.

She blamed the heat she was feeling on their lightsabers.

On the other side of their ferocious frolic, Anakin watched her fight as his body responded naturally, for they always did a thousand times. Her eyes narrowed, her teeth gnawing on her lip, her hair falling into place; he could fight her over and over again, win over and over again, lose over and over again, if it meant he got to witness this.

Unsurprisingly, Anakin maneuvered his saber in a way that always confused his opponents. Rarely Evelyn, however, as she had seen his signature move enough to handle it. He spun it impossibly fast twice behind and in front of him, meaning to draw her attention everywhere.

He was unsuccessful.

But he was counting on that.

Her perfect-on-paper tactic to strike his legs the split second his momentum drove him upwards was met with a jump. Anakin tucked his knees up to her surprise, then scooped her lightsaber in to turn against her.

He had caged her in: her own vertically challenging the side of her face, and his horizontally threatening her throat. Yet all she could feel was his racing heartbeat behind her as he pressed her back into his chest.

She silently hoped he couldn't feel hers.

"And one more thing." she barely stopped herself from shivering when his breath tingled her ear, practically feeling his ear-to-ear grin, “You've gotta wear the dress."

•〰️•

It's shorter than I thought.

Evelyn expected as much. Padme was almost 4 inches shorter than her with a much daintier physique- of course, she would need less tightening of the soft corset attached, and it would stop above her ankles rather than her feet.

Though, the Padawan wasn't going to lie- the dress was beautiful.

Padme deserved credit for her fashion sense, for she knew well enough that Evelyn preferred simplicity and comfort, and gifted her a dress she was in genuine admiration of.

Like everything here, it was soft; lace hugging her skin as if it knew it belonged to be on her. She wasn't sure how Padme had come to know of her favourite colour, but the wispy layers of the dress were of a midnight blue, the same one would see if they looked up at the sky in the latest hours of the night.

Yes, it may have been odd given that all of her life was spent in space- one would think she would be tired of such a shade. But the night had been her friend since before she was plucked out of Canto Bight's fathier farm, always reassuring her that it was okay not to sleep, always staying with her as she told it her hopes and dreams until the sun came to ruin it all.

The straps on each side intertwined with one another, deceiving all to believe they were dark vines crawling up from the gently layered skirt, up her soft corset, across her shoulders. It wrapped her in all the right places, and she couldn't stop feeling anxious about wearing it in front of other people. Angling herself around multiple times to ensure nothing was more awkward, she scrutinised herself in the mirror.

"So this is what Padme feels like everyday," she said to herself, “Not in the same robes everyday, feeling pretty and strong.”

An all too familiar series of robotic chirps muffled through the door, and she knew R2 had come to escort her; unsurprisingly, Anakin and Padme had gone ahead.

She took a deep breath, still slightly upset she had lost the duel, and headed for the door.

"Where did you say?" Evelyn asked her companion.

They had just crossed a riverbank, encircled by large, majestic waterfalls that kissed her lightly with its teardrops.

"We're almost there! Just up ahead in the field," R2 beeped, letting out a surprised yelp as Evelyn placed him safely down on the bank.

"Hey, watch your language, Artoo," Evelyn frowned, Anakin's been talking to him too much, “Plus, I thought you could swim?"

He zoomed through the grass at the implication, afraid he'd be sent swimming back to the villa.

"Seems a bit extra for me to wear a dress like this out here, no?"

She watched her step, careful not to stain the dress.

He whirred and tittered in response, and it made Evelyn beam bashfully.

"Thank you, R2. And you look pretty, too."

It was a bright, ever sunny day, but Evelyn supposed the giant waterfalls provided them with a dew that brightened the whole field up.

She didn't know whether to be surprised or not anymore, for the flowers scattering the scene were breathtaking.

Just up ahead, was the pair sitting on a small clearing, where blades of grass turned outwards as if accommodating them.

"Evelyn," Padme gasped, cupping her face as she stood to meet the approaching Padawan, "Oh, it's so much better than I imagined!"

Padme squealed softly and held her at arms-length, observing her.

"You look amazing as well, Padme."

Indeed she did, in a floral dress that spelled out her elegance, the sun making it almost golden to the eye.

Anakin’s got one lucky ass.

"I do apologise, I didn't have anything that was longer for your height and less formal for the occasion.”

"No, please don't!" grasping her hands in return, "I can't thank you enough for your kindness. It truly is beautiful.”

"Well, it is even more so now," Padme smiled, dragging her towards Anakin, the droid and a noticeable basket in the middle, "Come! We haven't started eating yet."

"Good, Anakin wouldn't have left anything,” she joked, earning Padme's laugh.

The close attention from his gaze was not lost to her, and she couldn't bring herself to look straight at him.

But his aura forced her to. So, she looked to where he was sitting, already seeing him scan her every detail, every inch of her new look.

"So, where's your dress?" Evelyn snipped to break the ice. They sat down, and Padme began to offload the food in front of them.

"Oh, I would've worn it," he broke out of his trance and reached for a sandwich, "But I wouldn't've looked as pretty as you do right now"

Evelyn almost choked on nothing, refusing to let them see the profuse blush colouring her cheeks as she glanced down.

What lovely grass.

In all of their time together, Anakin had never called her 'pretty' out of nowhere. And even when he did, it was in the most unserious of contexts.

It wasn't to say that Evelyn never thought of Anakin as... attractive. Because he was.

It would be a crime to try and lie about that. Girls in and out of the temple would gawk and giggle as he walked past, and Evelyn would be there to watch all of it, trying her best not to let it influence her perspective.

"So, Ani," Padme brought up quickly as she sensed Evelyn's discomfort, "How did you draw our mission leader away from her duties?"

A pang of guilt rang in Evelyn's chest.

"An aggressive negotiation" they said at the same time. Though, Anakin had his mouth half-full.

"Aggressive negotiation?" Padme asked, "What's that?"

Evelyn waved a hand for Anakin to proceed, who laughed as he swallowed his food, "It's, well, a negotiation with a lightsaber.

"You guys did what now?" Padme asked astounded.

They burst into laughter, and that was the start of an afternoon that surprised even Evelyn. As if nothing had happened, the three of them bonded- talking of both surface and deeper topics, and getting up to explore the field when they found sitting tiresome.

"Careful!" came Evelyn's shriek.

The two women watched as the rebel was thrown around on a wild shaak's (as Evelyn had learned the creature was called) back, trying to maintain his balance as they unsteadily shot down the hill.

"Anakin Skywalker, you are not going to die on an animal's back on my mission!"

She assured Padme that she would retrieve him, telling her to stay put with R2. Evelyn removed her sandals, hiked up her dress and ran as fast as she could until she found a falter in the shaak’s prance.

"Then join me!" he yelled down at her. Anakin's big hand shot out, albeit bouncing up and down, and stayed there until she skeptically decided to take it.

A yelp escaped her mouth as she was tugged up, and she clung on to him for dear life when she had realised what she had done.

"Oh my word, I shouldn't be condoning this behaviour."

"Aw, c'mon, we used to do more reckless thing before this." he threw over his shoulder.

"Yes, but imagine how this would look if I had to report this back to the Council!"

"Then it'll stay a secret!" Anakin whooped, appreciating the feeling of Evelyn's arms wrapped around him.

He swerved them to the left, tightening her hold around his waist. They were both laughing to the point where their stomachs hurt, and she didn't find it so bad after all.

As they galloped towards the river, where a waterfall awaited them, Anakin tried to halt.

To no avail. His smile slowly faded. He tried again.

The shaak only seemed to gain speed, and it viciously dashed through the green and towards the roar of water.

30 meters.

"Anakin?" Evelyn's frantic call rang in his ears.

10 meters.

"Anakin!"

"Shit," he muttered. Anakin turned on his heels, taking her up into his arms and braced himself.

And just as the shaak feigned to head straight into the river, Anakin used the Force in panic to push it a sharp right, throwing them off its back and deep into the river.

The pressure hit them hard, water seizing their figures into its clutches. Evelyn felt herself wrapped against someone, and managed to open her eyes to see Anakin’s blurry figure inches away from her; strong arms wrapped around her, as if a protective shell from the impact.

Her heart dropped.

She took him with her as she rushed to the surface, ears popping to the angry bellow of the stream.

To her relief, and her wheezing composure, Anakin's blue eyes took her in, desperately surveying her, reflexively reaching for her.

"Are you okay?" he gasped nervously before she could ask. The two Padawans floated there, Evelyn's dress billowing around them.

Then she slapped him on the chest.

"Ow!"

"Why did you do that?!"

“What do you mean why did I-"

“You could've gotten yourself killed!"

"I'm sorry, are you really scolding me for prote-

"You don't need to protect me! We're both Jedi, Anakin!"

"I'm sorry, I just thought-”

"Well, don't!" she huffed. Her eyes were full of fear, and so was her Force signature- a mixture of colours that she would be ashamed to have. Colours of the dark.

Anakin saw it, and tried bringing her back to him. They held onto each other for what seemed like forever, brown meeting blue, chests heaving underwater. Her hair had come undone out of its tie, her lashes laced with droplets- he had never seen such beauty as he did then.

"Okay, I'm sorry," he said carefully, eyes shifting down to her lips dangerously. Just a split second.

She noticed how close they were, and she couldn't resist roaming her stare to his wet hair, his strong jaw, his eyes.

"But you have to admit that was fun,” he quietly said in between them, and it bled the red out of her mind, turning into soothing blue and starlight, like he always managed to do.

“Yeah," her eyes flickered down too, a smile creeping up her own, "It was."

Evelyn welcomed his scent to wash over her, mixing with the smell of fresh water and wind blown grass.

Anakin couldn't believe he had always had the privilege of being this close to her all his life, but only noticed how much he couldn't bear to be without it now.

Did she perhaps feel as tortured as he did?

Was this it?

Was this the moment he had been waiting for?

Surfacing from the depths out of nowhere, her lightsaber caught her attention.

And so she decided not.

The young Jedi pulled away, blinking rapidly as she kicked to the shore, a confused Anakin just on her toes.

The red fog was back, and this time it was consuming both of their hearts.

"Now can you just tell me what's wrong?" he asked frustratedly, trudging out onto the bank.

She angrily hauled the wet dress that weighed her down, now dead from its wistful life just moments before.

"What?" she asked stiffly, her back remained turned to him.

He who couldn't care less about how cold he felt from the water, ridding himself of his leather vest and outer robe to catch up to her.

"Seriously? You've avoided me since we got here, and it's been annoying the shit out of me."

"There's nothing wrong," she turned to him, wet waves accompanying her rigid features, "And even if there was, why would I necessarily need to tell you?"

"Because you always have no matter what" his feet automatically followed her traipse up the bank, long strides getting him next to her in no time, "We always have."

She visibly struggled to walk away faster in her sopping dress.

"Well, you don't need to know everything about me."

"But I do!"

"Well we're just friends, Anakin!" she did not stop, one expressive hand flinging in the air, "Sometimes, I wanna have my own mind to think with, and sometimes you'll have to deal with things yourself, too!"

At that, his anger flared. He grabbed her wrist and turned her equally enraged face to him.

"What is going on with you?" he exclaimed.

"Nothing!"

She yanked her wrist away from him, and they were face to face, having an almost-screaming match.

"Bullshit.”

"Look, you have every opportunity to talk to someone you genuinely care about, someone you’ve really liked since we were kids," she swung her arm behind her, implying Padme, "Her door is right next to yours, and I'm giving you a chance to do what you can't when we leave."

Anakin swallowed. He'll take the chance.

"Are you... jealous?"

"What? Why would I be jealous?"

He shook the sinking feeling off.

"Well, I am worried about you, Eve," his voice rose.

She turned back around, striding once more; he followed.

"There's no need, nothing is wrong."

"You're lying through your teeth." he heatedly said to her as they walked, "And you told me you never lie."

"And because that's so, maybe this is a reflection of your inability to trust me or be wrong,” she hollered back.

"No, Eve! I know you better than anyone else in the world- in the whole goddamn galaxy," he pointed an accusatory finger at her, "You're acting just like how you used to when we first met."

"No, I'm not! I'm just making sure you and Padme get all the time you can!" her strong voice wavered.

He stopped in his tracks, breathing heavy, looking at her longingly.

"But why does that have to come at such a steep cost?"

"What?" she whipped around, not quite believing what she heard.

"I feel like I'm losing you, Eve. It feels like you're making me choose when at the end of the day- at the end of it all- you are my best friend. And I refuse to let you go that easy."

"Ani-” she shook her head.

Breathe, trying her best not to let tears fall. Not here, not now.

"You're stuck with me, like you were 10 years ago, whether you like it or not.”

Both of them panted at the speed they had been playing chase, and they stood there planted, gouging out what was next to come.

She took a deep breath, letting go of her skirt and tucking her wet hair behind her ears out of habit.

"Ani, I am making you choose. Because the two of us, we, break the Code everyday, every mission, every second we serve under the Order."

"Well, then-"

"But you and Padme can hide this with the distance as horrible as it sounds. You guys can survive through it," Evelyn pushed past his urge to interrupt, "We have and will always be looked down on for being... best friends."

She couldn't stop it anymore; her voice broke as she looked away from him, suddenly cursing the sky for setting into the night that she loved.

"…What are you saying?" he croaked. The world had never been quieter.

“Maybe I'm telling you to make the right choice.

And it isn't me."

•〰️•

Traveling back was painful. Dinner was painful. Going to bed was painful.

It tormented Anakin to know that this was what heartbreak felt like, and he didn't know whether he would be able to mend it.

He didn't need to go to sleep to face a possible nightmare, for he felt he was already living in one.

The stars cried for him, pouring out compassion through their twinkling lights. There, in his bed with the moonlight bathing him, did his sorrows lie. Fear, anger, hate lead to the dark side; but every time he was scared, it drove him to fight harder. To fight harder for her. And why was that so bad?

But when has he ever liked losing? When had he ever been obedient?

Never. Especially not with her. But ultimately, she had chosen him over herself, prioritising him over whatever she may or may not have felt; it saddened him even more.

Anakin swung the duvet out of his way, leaning his elbows into his knees. Taking his loose, camel-coloured shirt from a chair, he slipped it on and treaded for the balcony with a tired rub of his eyes.

Stepping out into the cool midnight air, he looked to his right, a small twinge of hope to see Evelyn on her own balcony, melancholy dripping off of her.

But she wasn't there.

Of course she isn't.

She was the one who found solitude in her self-control. When she made up her mind, it was often too hard to change it.

He knew she was right deep down; he just couldn’t believe that he had lost her in the snap of his fingers, when he spent so long to even get close to her.

The cool stone ledge under his hands comforted him in a strange way, in a manner that even the stars couldn't; it grounde him back to reality, back to his present, back to the light of the Force-

Evelyn?

In the distance, just about to detach from the dock, was Evelyn's undeniable silhouette aboard a gondola.

Alarm rang throughout his body, and he stumbled around in a rush to get her.

No doubt, he would go after her.

Anakin pushed off from the balustrade, and ran faster than he ever had- through the dark corridor, down the grand staircase, and towards the docks.

"Eve!" he bellowed, running down countless steps, not keeping in mind who could've heard him.

For once, he thanked the years of rigorous training for his stamina. One foot in front of the other, he raced time to see Evelyn drifting further and further away from the shore- from him.

"Eve!" he cupped his hands over his mouth, heaving from the rush while he dreadfully stood at the very edge of the wood.

She didn't turn. She was painfully still, too; he feared the worst.

Was she leaving them? Was she under some sort of trick? Did someone get to her? Was she-

No.

Like always, Anakin acted impulsively, this time fuelled by an intoxicating amount of adrenaline.

He jumped.

He dove through the water less gracefully than he'd hoped, and swam until his whole body burned.

Don't go. Don't go. Don't go.

In time, the cold sting of the water motivated him to keep going.

Stroke by stroke, he could feel her presence intensify, and he had never been so glad to bask in it.

Seeing the tail of the gondola in the short moment he went up for air, Anakin stopped, grabbing onto it.

"Anakin?" he heard through muffled ears.

Thank the Maker.

Her startled face was illuminated by the blue glow of her lightsaber, but he didn't care, pulling himself up to join her from the loud splashing he had caused.

"What are you doing out here?" he gasped in confrontation.

"What are you doing out here?" she retaliated; no bags, not even properly dressed, nothing. He suddenly felt a little stupid; she’s had her fair share of sleepless nights, too.

Even after the ridiculous ordeal, as he shivered, he soaked in her perfect hair blanketing her shoulders, her sharp eyes softened just for him, and her in just her nightgown and robe.

Have mercy on me.

"Anakin Skywalker, are you insane?!" she tucked her lightsaber behind her, rushing to remove her robe to leave her arms and legs exposed to the cold air. She wrapped him in it, even though it was too short on him.

"Yes," he blurted out, "Deeply. For you. You've driven me mad. Crazy. Deranged."

He realised she was only half-listening, too preoccupied with drying him off.

"Clearly," she continued to pat him down- trying to ignore his nearly translucent shirt displaying the contours of his muscles- scowling through concentration, “What were you thinking? I could've sliced you in half! And you scared the shit out of me!"

“Please just listen to me," he implored, trying to catch her eye.

So, this is what she looks like in a nightgown.

He could definitely get used to it.

"What the hell are you talking about?" she sat back down across from him, boat rocking back and forth,"You could get sick!"

"Listen-"

"I can't take care of both Padme and you. You must be out of your mind to have just done that!"

"Can I just-"

"You've been acting half out of your mind since we got here," she harshly told him off.

"Evie."

She shut up from the urgency in his voice. Her face in that upset pout Anakin loved whenever he annoyed her, she waited.

'Then you tell her what you've always wanted to. And don't. Hold. Back.'

"Eve," he gulped, "You've been my best friend for, well, for a long time. It's been a long 10 years."

"Yeah, no shit."

"And I was too afraid, too cowardly," Gods, he was really doing this, "To tell you what I wanted."

He could tell she was still mad at him, especially given that she had completely closed her mind off from him.

"I want you," he whispered so softly, as if it might break them apart, "For worse or for better."

He kept his eyes on her, her increasingly surprised self. The more he spoke, the more he betrayed the Code.

To hell with it.

"I would wait for you, forever, no matter how long it takes. And I- I know I've broken your heart... but I want to be the one to put it back together. And to protect it, cherish it, love it."

He reached out to take her hand, pleased to find that she didn't pull back.

"If you will have me, the way I want you."

Something so wrong had never felt so right, and he was so addicted. Now, he didn't hold himself back from staring at her- his best friend.

Love may be forbidden in the Order, and both Padawans have continuously disagreed with it. To bring 'peace' meant to protect, to protect meant to love, and to love meant to fight. It didn't mean they were drawn to the Dark Side, but rather that they embraced the challenges, to know how to fight it, to beat it.

"But..." she finally sniffed out, the gleam glossing her eyes looking majestic to her partner in crime, “What about Padme?"

Anakin couldn't help but laugh, even though the face she made told him it was wrong.

"Eve," he held onto both of her hands now, "She helped us get together, helped me even get to this point. I was so lost, and when we finally saw her again, I knew I needed help from someone I could trust.”

At that, a tear finally rolled down her smooth cheek; Anakin gently wiped it away. She rarely cried, and he vowed the first time she did years ago to wipe it all away.

“I'm sorry if I made you think otherwise," he sincerely apologised, tucking her loose strands behind her ear, "I was too scared of our duty. Only to realise that I only did this- do this- duty because of you. It's always been you, even when I told you about Padme when we were kids. Even when Damon dared to challenge me in the courtyard."

I think I'm doing pretty alright with this.

“But what about the Code? And Master Kenobi and Gallia? And the rest of the Order? Ani, it's already been hard living everyday with the thought that something might happen to you, and now-"

She slapped his chest in the midst of her rant; it was a normal occurrence for them.

“You fucking sociopath!" she seethed through her flowing tears now, "Could've told me earlier!"

His laugh reverberated through his chest. He pulled her close to him, and pressed a tender, loving kiss on her forehead; so full of his caged emotions.

And so he realised, she, too, was betraying her whole life's purpose for this. For them.

“We'll figure it out. And, I mean, judging by your reaction," he pulled away, playing with her Padawan braid, "You feel the same way?"

She glared up at him, aggressively wiping her cheeks, "Yes, you dumbass! You should've told me before I looked like a fool, running around to get you two together for the past month!"

"I know," he sheepishly said, "I really wasn't good at the whole love thing. But what Jedi is, right?"

Her bottom lip quivered ever so slightly, and she sniffed, "Lo- you... love me?"

He smirked at her.

"I mean... I could not, I guess."

"Yeah? We’ll see how that goes waterboy," she threatened, giggling at his embarrassment.

Gods, he wanted to kiss her.

“You’ve always been and are so beautiful,” he cupped her warm cheek in his hand, “Almost lost my shit when I saw you in that dress.”

They both chortled, reminding themselves of the unpredictable day they had had.

“And we have got to sneak some of those nightgowns back,” Anakin’s smirk grew twice the size when she hid her face from him.

He realised he was wrong.

He believed now that in every universe they existed in, he would always find his way to her, he would always choose her, and he would always love her. Always.

"I love you," he confirmed.

Her eyes came up to flash in between his.

"Okay"

Huh?

Anakin's eyes bulged out.

"What-"

"I'm just kidding," she chuckled.

Her hands small compared to his own, though to him fitting perfectly, tugged him closer by her robe around his broad shoulders.

A canvas of colours blurred their visions, the pair allowing the paints of their passion taint the Force flowing between them.

She dared to creep closer, their knees brushing against one another, and she said with the most depth as she could, drawing straight from her heart,

"I love you."

“You promise?" he loved her smile, even if it was tinted with tears and her natural blush; he mirrored it unconsciously.

Evelyn tilted her head playfully, "I never lie to you, remember?"

With Padme and R2 cheering from their balcony as faithful witnesses, with the night sky ceremoniously hosting them as a mutual friend, and with the stars gifting them their blessing-

They kissed.

•〰️•

“You just lied to me again."

"…Yeah...we have a lot to talk about…”

•〰️•

a/n: got a bit carried away... i had more written, and with more detail, but i decided i couldnt possibly put everything in. anyways, one can imagine the aftermath- teasing, questioning each other, them going thru and talking out all of their feelings n miscommunications haha. hope whoever reads this enjoys! Imk if u have suggestions, prompts or just comments :)

[sweetmoonstorm]

Uhm I had a one-shot request ;3; because I don't see anything about Caine from TADC it's almost always Jax and I don't mind Jax! But I had an idea for a one-shot with Caine where the reader appears in the digital circus and they look similar to Caine because I adore his design but I was wondering if you could please do a one-shot like that ;v;

-🫧anon

*puts this here and skitters away*

Ofc I can do that dear bubble anon! For quick reference, you mention you want the reader to appear similar to Caine, so here's a quick lil idea-

Reader has a head similar to Caine's, with a mostly humanoid body, but the teeth are more like fangs

Edit during writing : There isn't too much romance(I promise there's a bit) as this is when reader first arrives in the digital circus (I'm more a slow burn person w a couple of exceptions yk?)

(Pic below for reference)

(They can be semi transparent or solid whatever is preferred)

And I imagine reader's eyes to be on top of the mouth like :

(No feet-(unless u want ig but it wont be mentioned in oneshot-))

(May I add they glow in the dark?)

For the ACTUAL oneshot here ya go

It was.... rather dark.

One moment you'd put on a headset, and the next you'd been enveloped in a strange darkness, which pulled, or pushed you to somewhere. You couldn't tell whether it was a pull or a push, and frankly, you weren't quite sure if you actually wanted to anyways.

Around you, you could hear music playing. A feminine voice singing with a soundtrack that likely belonged to a circus of some sort. Whoever was singing was also listing out names, though you couldn't quite hear the names.

Though, the music grew louder and louder until you eventually figured- you were falling. Falling, falling, falling until you landed on something.

The music suddenly stopped, and as you squinted your eyes open, you saw an array of people hovering over you, who seemed really off.

A... periwinkle rabbit man, a.. ragdoll? A jester who seemed panicked, a... person, who was an array of shapes, a chess piece, a king perhaps, and a person in the air with a chattermouth(you thought it was something like that), with eyes in their mouth.

You could hear new voices- likely theirs, chattering over the over, perhaps talking about you. It was mostly confusion and curiosity among the group, with a few annoyed faces that could be seen.

Among the group, there was someone that'd said something along the lines of "A new human arrival!"

All of a sudden, one of the people there got a lil too close for your own comfort, his eyes being different colors and being right in his mouth. You were about to say something, but something else was... off. You felt weird.

Something was very, very wrong.

In a panic, you scrambled away from the onlookers, nearly falling over into.. something.

"Oh no, can't have the new arrival dropping into the cellar so soon!" The one with the chatterteeth for a head exclaimed, gliding... flying? He'd come over to pick you up, lifting you into the air.

You were about to say something, but stopped when you noticed. In this thing he called the 'cellar', there was a multitude of eyes. Neon colored eyes surrounded by black, all staring up at you.

You felt that; if they could attack you- they would've done so by now.

"What the @$#%??" You cursed under your breath- or at least attempted to. In the profanity's stead, some sort of... honking noise came out of your mouth. What type of censor technique was this??

"No foul words allowed in this fine circus, good person!" The man with the chatterteeth for a head added. "This place is meant for people of ALL ages!"

Well, at least he was thinking of the kids out there. Not like getting kidnapped or whatever was 'kid-friendly'.

"Well, isn't there some sorta.... way of getting out of here?" You questioned the man, tapping your foot. The music from before had resumed, being rather faint background noise. If you were to talk loud enough, surely you'd be able to block it out.

The others looked at your awkwardly, one in particular taking a step forward. It was the rag-doll. "Er.... well-" She seemed nervous in a way that screamed "You aren't gonna like this one." Unfortunately, she was right.

Just then, the rabbit had stepped in and shrugged. "Nope." He said, as if he'd been asked a casual question rather than one regarding escape. It seemed as if he couldn't open his mouth, or at least didn't have to in order to talk.

"Jax!" The rag doll hissed. "Don't do what you did with Pomni!"

So, the rabbit was Jax and someone here was Pomni. Alright then. Two names down.

"I, uh..." You started, planning to introduce yourself. You... couldn't.

"Uh...."

Oh, this was very, very bad.

In an attempt to regain your memories, you averted your gaze only to see a mirror, with... something in it. Was... was that... you? Sure you didn't remember what you looked like; but surely you didn't look.... like, that.

Your appearance was akin to the man with the chatterteeth for a head, though your eyes were positioned differently and your teeth were... a bit sharper.

Pretty sharp actually; you were sure you could prick yourself on one of them if you weren't careful enough.

The man with the chatterteeth(that was getting kinda exhausting to repeatedly think) didn't quite acknowledge your appearance being similar to his, though he did have some sort of excitement in those eyes of his. They were two different colors, one green, one blue. Pretty bright too.

"Is..... something wrong?"

The ragdoll asked, seeming concerned for you. Just now(for some reason), you noticed that one of her eyes was replaced with a large blue button. Fit the whole "doll" thing you supposed.

That wasn't exactly the biggest of your worries though.

"I..... why can't I......"

You tried to rack your brain to think of what your name was, and even what you looked like before... this.

You knew you didn't usually look like this, and yet your brain couldn't think up anything else.

"Looks like it's time to pick out a new name for our new arrival!" The man w- Ehem, the man you looked similar to rushed over to you, picking you up and placing you next to a large.... thing.

Sort of like one of those things where if you got three in a row, you'd win the game-

How come you could remember those things but not yourself???

"Who even are you?" You pulled away, looking at the man with confusion.

The man looked at you, his eyes... somehow, getting even brighter. Or maybe it was just you. But something about his eyes, or more like how he seemed very..... fun, to say the least interested you.

Interested you in a way that... er.... these kinda thoughts probably weren't appropriate for the current situation, but he did look.... nice. In a sense.

"I, my dear, am Caine, the ringmaster of this fine circus! Now we shall spin the wheel for your new name!"

"I- what do you mean new na-"

You had started to question th- Caine, but you didn't get an answer as the machine had been started. Apparently you were going to be given a 'new name'?

A little while went by, and maybe two or three names that were terrible or just didn't suit you went by, but at the last spin a name popped up on the thing that you thought would fit you. Caine thought the same as well apparently.

"Hm..... Y/N.... that seems like a suitable name for a fine person as yourself! What do you think, new arrival? Hm?" He curiously questioned, waiting to see if you approved of the name. Well, he was respectful- as in letting you decide your new name.

A green fl-

No let's not right now-

You thoughtfully nodded, with a shrug. "Yea sure, Y/N works well for me."

"Wonderful!" Caine exclaimed, rushing over to you. "Now, allow me to show you over to your room!" He added as he got closer to guide you.

"I, uh, sure, sure." You responded, just going along with the man.

-- -- --

"That's kinda weird." Ragatha murmured, watching as you and Caine explored and talked with each other.

Jax leaned down to be roughly around her shoulder, although she really wasn't that much shorter than he was. "What do you mean, dollface?" Jax asked the ragdoll, knowing she wasn't exactly the biggest fan of that nickname.

"Caine's never really 'guided' anyone through the circus before. It was always usually just us being guided by the people before u- And could you refrain from calling me that?" Ragatha responded, having a delayed reaction to Jax's nickname for her.

Jax was fully aware of what she meant, though.

Caine had always kinda left the responsibility up to the others to guide the newcomers around, rather than helping them out. Perhaps the ringmaster had an... interest in you. That info would be helpful in the future for when he'd mess with you.

"Sure, whatever." Jax said, rather than saying anything about the Caine and Y/N situation. He stretched out his arms, then relaxed back to make another comment.

"Dollface."

"JAX!"

-- -- --

That's it for this oneshot-

Bai-

(Also i just wanna add ik this might be a bit out of character, but I had fun with this one bc silly ringmaster heheh)

~ Sweet