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itzsana-kiddingmenow · 5 months ago

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Thank you! Okay here’s my idea. It’s kinda like a slowburn fic but tickling? So imagine it’s a Ler in a Ler mood (maybe Chan?) but is trying to hold back from acting on it cuz he doesn’t wanna make the others uncomfortable. But the members notice and decide to tease the Ler by doing little things near him but not close enough to let him participate. So like poking each other, short quick tickle, stretching and showing off weak spots but hiding them too fast. Just really making the Ler mood for him worse trying to break him but he keeps holding back until finally one of the Lees just flat out invites him to tickle them cuz you know you want to hyung. Basically a flustered shy Ler fic! I hope I explained it right. I think it’d be fun for it to be a longer fic so you can play up the flustery parts. That’s my idea! I love ur writing so I hope you like this idea and feel inspired to write it! If not, maybe one day I will post my version of it. Thank youuu!! ☀️

𝗻𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗼𝘂𝘀 — 𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗮’𝘀 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 3.5k

𝙖/𝙣: happy birthday to me!! i’m so happy i got to post this fic on time hehe :3 i hope you all enjoy this!!

𝒍𝒆𝒆: skz

𝙡𝙚𝙧: chan

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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s🖤

Ler mood: 9/10

Chan was this close to losing it. He felt the overwhelming guilt flood his system, like the feeling of sticky fingers after eating ice cream, that annoyingly clammy feeling that spreads through the body with no end in sight.

Jisung’s gentle snoring filled the studio, and Channie watched, laptop forgotten and bottom lip between his teeth, as the smaller boy shifted, his shirt rising just a bit more to reveal his tiny belly button.

The urge to stick a finger in there, to hear the high pitched squeal and chaotic, unhinged laughter that would ensue was catastrophic. Chan fidnt know how he’s still holding back.

But he was asleep, and what if it irritated him?

Chan felt the guilt rise again, and he nearly groaned out loud. His ler mood was killing him, and he needed one of the members right now or else he might actually explode.

Okay…so maybe he became a bit dramatic when his mood hits. But who could blame him?

Listening to Jisung complain about how sleep deprived he had been lately, Chan knew it would be horrible to just disturb him like that.

Ler mood: 8/10

Wandering around the dorm in search of a potential lee, a sinking feeling began to emerge in Chan’s gut. Am I too overbearing? Is this crossing the line? And worst of all, Am I…weird for doing this?

Chan froze mid-step, vision going slightly blurry as tears welled up in his eyes. He felt absolutely horrible, hunting his members down to tickle them just because he was feeling a certain way.

Even if Changbin’s tummy looked too sweet not to be tickled, and even if Seungmin called him old one too many times, Chan wondered if the members hated the spontaneous tickling sessions he threw at them, whether it made them nervous, or even worse, scared of the leader.

Dinner time was a chaotic time as normal, all the members chatting as they devoured the scrumptious cooking, courtesy of Minho. Except for one.

Chan moved around the food on his plate with his fork and spoon, feeling squeamish and uncomfortable with the prospect of eating. He felt nervous as he felt seven pairs of eyes stare him down, like a flight of hawks.

“You haven’t eaten a thing, hyung… are you okay?” Hyunjin’s tone dripped of suspicion, like honey, sweet and sultry at the same time.

Channie gulped. “Yes, I’m fine,” He chuckled, trying to act normal even if he knew it wouldn’t work. His thoughts were confirmed when Minho narrowed his eyes at him across the room.

Chan excused himself, trying his hardest to ignore how the others stared holes into the back of his head as he set his plate in the sink and left.

Ler mood: 10/10

Hearing the sound of screaming laughter, Chan shot up from his studio table, turning his head to see the rest of the members immersed in playful banter, and poor m was getting it, dozens of fingers attacking as he squealed out, face red.

Chan fought the itch to join in, instead trying to block out the sound of the maknae’s joyful hysterics by slamming his headphones onto his head, pressing them against his ears in a hope that they’d drown out the laughter that made him wanna cry.

It did nothing, and Chan felt his eyes well up with tears again as he was forced to listen to the one sound that he wanted to elicit the most.

He watched in slight sadness as Changbin showed off the progress on his muscles, pointedly looking at Chan to signify his point, and Chan felt horribly guilty for not being able to focus on anything other how exposed Changbin’s armpit was, and how easy it’s be to pin him down and tickle him silly.

It happened later again with Minho too. His feet were in Chan’s lap while the leader massaged, and Minho kept giving him hard looks, almost as if to try and egg him on as Channie’s brain filled with thoughts on how simply he could just skim his fingers along Minho’s soles and have the younger go ballistic beneath his tickling fingers.

Then with Jeongin too. The maknae kept poking Channie’s sides, at this point he was just asking for it, telling Chan fo get him back fast because “You know you want to, hyung.”

Chan wondered if it was all on purpose and the members knew, or if the universe was conspiring against him to make his ler mood worse.

Ler mood: 10/10

After two grueling days of drowning in his own thoughts, Chan was dragged into the living room by Minho, and there awaited the one sight that he’d been dreading.

All of the members were seated around the couch, eyes sad and expressions concerned. Chan felt a knot form in his throat, and he felt so bad for making them feel upset.

“Hyung, seriously, what’s going on?” Minho asked, his tone gentle as he took both of Channie’s hands. “Did someone hurt you? Do you feel sick? You’ve been off lately, we’ve all been worried.”

“Please,” Felix joined in. “Please just tell us. You can trust us, hyung.”

“Yeah,” Jisung added. “We know you love to tickle us, and we love to be tickled, hyung. You can do what you want when you’re in a ler mood. Don’t hold it back and don’t overthink it. You’re destroying your own happiness.”

Chan sank into the nearby couch section, and his mind felt like it was exploding, and it was unbearable.

“I just want…to make you laugh. I want to make you all happy…” He started, sniffling as he felt many pairs of arms wrap around him. “It’s stupid…that I’m overthinking a ler mood, but I don’t want to…make you all uncomfortable.”

Jisung giggled, sinking to his knees in front of Chan, hands reaching out to cup the leader’s cheeks and jaw, wiping away the stray tears with his thumbs. “So you were watching me sleep because you wanted to tickle me?”

The leader sputtered, cheeks going red as the whole group laughed. “Well—hey!”

“So hyung’s in a ler mood. So why don’t we let him tickle us? You know you want to, hyung,” Seungmin announced nonchalantly, although his red ears and pink cheeks told another story.

“Mmm…how about two minutes each in whatever spot he wants?” Hyunjin joined in, teasingly poking a reddening Jeongin’s cheek.

After some time discussing, the members all gathered on the carpet in a circle, staring up at Chan as the eldest gleefully sat in the center.

“Everyone has to try not to move their arms a lot, so that he’ll be able to do what he wants.” Minho announced.

“Easy for you to say, remember how many times you nearly killed hyung by slapping him while he tried to tickle you?” Jisung laughed, screaming when Minho made claws at his face.

“First, Seungmin!” Felix screeched, and all of the members jumped into action, dragging the protesting puppy into the center of the circle, and restraining him to the floor.

Biting his lip, Seung could feel his cheeks heat up as Chan stepped over him, then lowered to pin his hips to the floor. The leader’s slightly shy gaze was too much, and Seungmin squeezed his eyes shut, feeling flustered.

He felt his shirt being untucked and pulled away, and he let out a helpless whine as his tummy was exposed to the cool air.

Then, Seung felt a pair of lips attach to his belly, and his eyes shot open in horror, but far too late.

“Oh my—GAHAHAHAHAHAA!!” Seungmin shrieked as he tried to curl in on himself to protect his tummy from the endless raspberries being peppered onto it.

Chan smiled, albeit shyly, holding Seungmin’s sides while he blew a long one right into the boy’s navel. “NO—NOHOHOHOHOOO!! Ihihihit tihihihickles!!” Seungmin whined, unable to shield himself in any way.

He endured more and more, feeling like he was gonna burst from how hard he was laughing. He even heard himself snort—how embarrassing. “STAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! Pleheheheheheaseee!!”

Before he even knew it, his time was up, and he was released. Panting, Seungmin ran towards Felix and dragged him to the center of the circle.

Now, Felix was a giggling mess, pinned on his back in the middle of the living room floor. His arms were stretched above his head, held firmly by Hyunjin, whose long fingers were occasionally scribbled along Felix’s forearms to keep him squirming.

Seungmin, seeking revenge, and Jeongin, had each grabbed one of his legs, keeping them still despite Lixie’s half-hearted attempts to kick free. The boy whined and kicked, but he was unable to break free.

Chan hovered near his waist, fingers poised hesitantly, but his expression was gleeful and joyful.

Lixie let out a helpless wheeze, eyes fearful hesitatingly Changbin scooted to his torso, holding down his hips. “Please…Channie hyung, go easy!”

Chan grinned, confidence regained, and his fingers descended happily onto Felix’s waist. Lix’s reaction was immediate: his body arched off the floor, a burst of uncontrollable laughter spilling out of him.

“Gotcha~” Chan said smugly, his fingers moving with accuracy as he targeted Felix’s ribs.

Felix twisted and squirmed, his laughter growing louder and more desperate. “HYUHUHUHUHUNG!! THAHAHAHAHAT’S CHEEHHEHEHEATING!!”

“How?” Chan asks, digging deeper to hear the brownie boy squeal, his body arching a little bit unable to go far.

“Youhuhuhu knohohow that’s my wohohohOHOHORST SPOHOHOHOHOHOT!!” Felix howled, body bucking as he felt more fingers spider along his sensitive skin.

“Times up!” Changbin called, and Chan groaned.

“IHIHIHITS OKAHAHAHAAY!! Gohhohohoh on ihihihits fihihine!!” Felix squealed, wanting Chan to have as much time as he wanted to tickle the members until his ler mood was satisfied.

Chan smiled gently at that, continuing to tickle for about another minute with joy, loving the way his sunshine squirmed beneath him, laughing so happily at something so simple as some ticklish touches.

Chan finally leaned back, giving Felix a moment to catch his breath. Felix panted, his voice hoarse but still tinged with residual giggles.

Hyunjin and Seungmin finally released him, and Felix immediately curled into a ball, hugging his sides protectively.

Hyunjin had been laughing way too hard during Felix’s ticklish ordeal. He’d been the first to volunteer to pin Felix’s arms, the loudest to chime in with teasing remarks, and the most smug about his role in the chaos.

So when Felix finally caught his breath, wiping away tears of laughter, he turned toward Hyunjin with a look that could only be described as pure vengeance.

“Come here!” He shouted, grabbing Hyune’s arms and dragging him to the center, much to the others’ delight as they pinned him down.

“No, no, NO!” Hyunjin shrieked, scrambling to his feet as Felix grabbed his arms to pin. The rest of the group erupted into cheers, their laughter filling the living room as Lixie tackled Hyunjin to the floor with surprising speed.

Hyunjin’s legs kicked wildly, but Chan was quick to sit on them, his grin smug as he held Hyunjin’s ankles down. “Oh, no, you’re not going anywhere,” Chan said, his tone playful as he grabbed at Hyunjin’s waist, motioning Lix to keep his arms steady as he dug deep into the boy’s armpits.

Hyunjin shrieked, laughter tumbling out of him as Chan’s thumbs massaged torturous circles into his sensitive skin, even slipping under his shirt to access the bare skin.

“NOHOHOHOHOHO NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!” The ferret screamed dramatically, bucking up and down as Chan dug even deeper, grinning maniacally as Hyune squealed in response.

Hyunjin’s laughter was frantic now, unable to get enough air between the bursts of giggles. His feet twitched and jerked, but no matter how much he squirmed, Felix and Seungmin kept him firmly in place.

“YOUHUHU AHAHAHAALLL SUHUHUHUHUCK!!” The laughter that spilled from Hyunjin was near non-stop, and the sound was contagious. His whole body shook with helpless giggles, making it hard for him to catch his breath as Chan’s relentless poking continued at his armpits.

Changbin raised a single arm to signify the time completed, and Chan released the red faced boy instantly, laughing as Hyune practically scrambled to hide behind a very amused Jisung.

Hyunjin, still flushed with laughter and completely winded, shot them all a glare, though it was hard to stay mad when his grin was just as wide as everyone else’s.

Changbin had been watching the chaos unfold with a mixture of amusement and caution. Being the self-proclaimed strongest member, he was confident that he wouldn’t fall victim to the tickle onslaught that had already claimed three of the members.

But when the others turned their attention to him, his confidence started to waver.

“No! Not me!” He stumbled backwards as five of the members began to approach to help Chan—Minho, Seungmin, Jisung, Hyunjin, and Felix.

“Careful boys,” Chan called out. “He won’t go down without a fight.” He proclaimed dramatically.

It ended up taking all seven of them to bring a wailing Changbin to the floor.

“NOOOOO!!” He cried out as each member sat on one of his limbs to finally pin him down, and he squeaked in fear as the leader sat triumphantly on his thighs.

“Ready, Binnie?~” Chan cooed, but he didn’t wait for an answer. He shot his hands to Changbin’s hips, and much to the poor boy’s horror, dug in deep with his thumbs.

“AAAHAHAHAHAHAA!! NOHOHOHOT THE HIPS, NOTTHEHIPS—AAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Chan grinned in amusement as Changbin flopped around, laughing his head off as the leader targeted one of the worst spots on his body.

“Not so strong now, huh?” Minho crooned, laughing as Changbin let out an adorable snort of laughter before devolving into frantic cackles yet again.

“ENOUGH—EHEHEHEHENOUGHHHH!! IHIHIHU GIVE UHUHUHUHUP!!”

The timer rang faintly in the background, so Chan gave Binnie’s hips one last squeeze before letting the boy go, relishing in how red the rapper’s face had become, combined with how teary eyed he seemed.

Changbin groaned, burying his face in his hands. “I’m never living this down, am I?”

“Nope,” the others said in unison, laughing as they watched their strongest member reduced to a giggling, embarrassed mess.

Jeongin had been watching from the sidelines with a mix of amusement and dread. Sure, he’d laughed along with the others as Seungmin, Felix, Hyunjin, and Changbin were respectfully reduced to ticklish messes, but the way everyone slowly turned their attention toward him made his stomach drop.

“No. Nope. Not happening,” Jeongin said, backing up quickly, his hands raised in a defensive gesture.

“Oh, it’s definitely happening,” Chan said, his smile far too innocent to be reassuring.

“You’ve been way too smug over there,” Seungmin added, cracking his knuckles as he stepped forward. “Time to see how well you can handle it, maknae.”

Innie darted a glance around the room, trying to find an escape route, but the others had already spread out, blocking any possible exit. “Guys, come on,” He said, his voice pitching slightly as he tried to reason with them. “I’m the youngest! You can’t do this to me!”

Felix snorted. “That’s exactly why we can do this to you.”

Before Jeongin could make a break for it, Hyunjin and Changbin lunged forward, grabbing him by the arms. Innie let out a startled yelp, thrashing wildly as they dragged him toward the center of the circle.

“NOO!!” He shrieked as high pitched as he could, causing one of the members to groan loudly in the background. Innie was very quickly shut up by the feeling of feathers gliding along his neck.

“WAHAIT!! Nohohohohobody sahahahaid toohohohohools!!” Jeongin squealed as Chan cooed, cupping the maknae’s chin with one hand and tilting his head up to expose his neck, grinning down at the youngest’s giggly expression while the others used whatever feathers they found, tracing and fluttering along his sensitive neck.

“I know, I know,” Chan pouted down at the maknae. “But you’re too cute not to use them on~”

Innie giggled, eyes tearing up as the tickles continued without an end in sight. More feathers fluttered along the shell of his ears, and Jeongin exploded into giggles, his face scrunching up as he squirmed helplessly.

“Oh, baby, I love you so much,” Chan smiled, brushing Innie’s hair out of his face. “You’re so cute~”

The timer rang loudly, disrupting the vibe, but Jeongin was too dazed to really care. The members made sure to slow to a stop, however.

“Look who’s so cute being tickled,” Jisung chuckled.

“Good, because you’re next, and boy am I not gonna let you off easy~” Chan laughed, and Jisung gulped hard.

“This is a bad idea,” Jisung said quickly, his words tumbling over each other as he was dragged to the center. “You really don’t want to do this. I’ll scream. The neighbors will call the cops.”

“Let them,” Chan replied smoothly, kneeling beside him with a devilish grin. “We’ll just explain that our dear Han Jisung couldn’t handle a little tickling.”

Chan didn’t wait for him to finish. His hands dove straight for Jisung’s ribs, digging in with a devilish intent, and the effect was immediate.

“NOOHOHOHO!! AAAAAHHH!!” Jisung shrieked, his body jerking violently as he tried to escape the relentless fingers.

“Oh, he’s loud,” Felix noted with a grin, poking at Jisung’s sides to add to the chaos.

“I CAHAHAHANT HEHEHELP IHIHIHIT!!” Sung howled as Chan scribbled deep into the crevices.

“Reeeaallly had to go for the death spot, huh?” Minho winced as Sungie let out a particularly long scream of laughter.

“LET ME GO LET ME GO—AHAHAHAHAGH STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” Jisung screeched, a laughing, flailing mess as Chan really used the tips of his fingers to taser at the skin.

“THEHEHEHE TIHIHIHIMERRR!!” Jisung wailed as a last resort, and the second Chan stopped, the sound of the ringing became clear.

“Whoops…sorry Sung,” Chan grinned sheepishly as everyone released the quokka’s limbs.

“You’re all…soho evil…” Sungie panted.

Minho had been quietly observing the chaos from the corner of the room, his arms crossed and his face set in a neutral expression, though his sharp eyes betrayed a hint of amusement.

He’d been smart enough to stay out of the fray while everyone else fell victim one by one, but as the group’s focus began to shift in his direction, his confidence faltered.

“What about Minho hyung?” Jeongin said suddenly, an impish grin spreading across his face as he wiped at the tears still clinging to his cheeks. “He’s been awfully quiet over there.”

Minho’s eyes darted to the grinning maknae, and he was already planning exactly where he’s wreck him until the boy was a giggling, howling mess.

“Yes, I saved the best for last.” Chan grinned, cracking his knuckles. Minho felt a spike of nervousness spread through his system.

He let himself be dragged to the center. What? He was already gonna be wrecked anyway, might as well save the energy fighting to actially survive the wrecking.

Minho groaned as Jisung cleared his throat. “I have a very special announcement for you, Channie hyung.”

Minho shot his head up, pleading with his eyes to Jisung to not tell him. Don’t tell him. Please—

“Minho hyung has this really adorable habit of flapping his hand whenever he gets overwhelmed while being tickled.” Sungie blabbed joyfully.

Screw you, Han Jisung.

“Oh, really?” Chan smiled down at Minho, who frantically shook his head, biting his lip to seal his mouth closed as the leader directed the others to pull the dancer’s knees away from each other.

“Such ticklish thighs, aren’t they?”

Minho nearly screeched in response, and he’s never felt so much fear in one moment. Laughter exploded out of him the minute Chan’s hands clamped down on the firm muscle of his thighs.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOTT THEHEHEHEHEERE!!” Minho screeched as Chan squeezed, and the leader watched as Min’s fists clenched in a desperate attempt to alleviate the ticklish sensations. And to possibly hide that flapping of his.

Channie cooed, slipping his fingers under the capri pant leg to truly access that sensitive area right above Minho’s knee with his nails. The poor boy went absolutely ballistic, thrashing as laughter poured out of him endlessly.

Then it happened.

Minho’s fingers splayed free and his hands began to flap erratically in a desperate, frantic motion as he cackled in the background.

Chan felt his heart nearly explode with how much it swelled. “Awwww…you’re so cute, Minho-yah…”

Minho kicked his legs out, a mess of laughter and adorable squeals as his hands continued to flap in tiny, fluttering motions, fingers closing and opening in frantic desperation.

“IHIHIHIM NOHOHOHOT CUUHUHUHUHUTE!!” Minho wailed, tears spilling down his cheeks as Channie’s nails teased at his sensitive thighs, massaging circles deep into the firm skin and sending Minho into a screaming, thrashing frenzy of laughter.

The timer rang faintly, but Chan continued going until he was satisfied at how much he had tickled the fight out of Minho.

“That habit of yours,” Chan chuckled. “Cutest fucking thing ever.”

Minho blushed a deep red at the ears, shoving at Chan’s arm as he panted, gasping for air. “You’re welcome I didn’t put up a fight, dipshit,” Minho melted as Chan hugged him tight.

Ler mood: 0/10 — Satiated.

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prettygirl-gabi · 5 months ago

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Chapter 27: Ghosted and Launched

Rating: General Audiences

Warning: none

Paring: Paige Bueckers x !photographer fem reader

Fandom: Women's basketball

Summary: All's fair in love and basketball, right....

Welcome to the chapter 27 of Through The Lens. I hope you all enjoy and there is more to come...stay tuned my loveies!! 🏀💕📸

Reader's POV

The aftermath of KK’s Instagram live was overwhelming. My notifications were flooded with DMs, tags, and edits from fans trying to piece together whether Paige and I were actually dating. Between that and the teasing from the team, I decided to take a break.

I logged off all my peesonal social media platforms, only leaving the uconn account up so I could do team posts and such. Paige wasn’t thrilled about it, but understood why.

“So, you’re just going to leave me out here to fend off the crazies alone?” she joked, sprawled out on my bed, hair still wet from her post practice shower.

“You’ll be fine,” I said, rolling my eyes. “You’re Paige Bueckers. You’ve survived worse.”

She laughed. “True. But still, I’ll miss seeing your name pop up in my DMs.”

“Text me like a normal person, P. Like be for real” I teased, throwing a pillow at her. She caught it with ease and tucking it up her arm before turing her head to speak to me. “Baby, I'm the most normal person you'll ever meet.”

Paige’s POV

While Y/N went ghost, I became more active on social media, well more than I already was. It wasn’t on purpose at first, but then KK, started teasing me about it.

“Paige is soft-launching her relationship like she’s in a rom-com,” she said during one of her many Instagram lives.

Aubrey and Ice giving a knowing look to each other before bursting out in a laugh in all the way from the kitchen.

“Am not!” I argued, though I knew she was right.

It started with a blurry picture of Y/N’s camera sitting on the coffee table, captioned, "She’s been busy 💕."

Then there was the photo of her hand holding a bowl of popcorn during movie night, the caption reading, "Movie nights hit different with the right company."

The comments were wild.

@uconngossip: “WHO IS IT, PAIGE?!”

@teamhuskyforever: “The hand looks like Y/N’s 👀.”

@paigebucketsfan: “Nah, it’s gotta be Azzi. They hang out all the time.”

KK wasn’t helping. Every time she went live, she found a way to tease Y/N and me.

“Y’all want to know who Paige is soft-launching?” she’d say, zooming in on me.

“Ignore her,” I’d groan, covering my face.

One time, Ice “accidentally” shoved Y/N onto my lap during a live. I turned bright red as the comments exploded.

@paigebucketsfan: “CONFIRMED!!!”

@courtqueens: “This is the content we deserve.”

@icebradyysmuse: OK, but Aubs, and Ice laughing in the back though....

@wbbwhore: it's Ice pushing her into Paige’s lap for me...

Reader’s POV

By the time movie night rolled around, I was over the speculation. Paige and I had been talking about going public, but I wasn’t sure if I was ready.

“I think it’s time,” Paige said, sitting beside me on the couch.

“Time for what?” I asked, though I already knew.

“To post. For real this time.”

I hesitated, biting my lip. “You think people will be cool about it?”

“Most will,” she said, taking my hand. “And the ones who aren’t? We’ll deal with them together.”

I smiled, squeezing her hand. “Okay. Let’s do it.”

Paige’s POV

We agreed to post at the same time. I picked a picture of her from the first I was with her back in Georgia, but she chose a picture of me asleep in her bed after the family BBQ.

Her caption:"double or nothing, Superstar 🏀💕"

Mine: "All's fair in love and basketball, photographer extraordinaire 📸💕"

The comments came flooding in almost immediately.

@ice.bradyy: great now KK can shutttt up

@kamoreaarnold: girl boo @ice.bradyy

@uconngossip: “KK WAS RIGHT ALL ALONG.”

@teamhuskyforever: “Granny really started this whole thing.”

@paigebucketsfan: “We love to see it! Y/N and Paige = endgame.”

@ballerjade_23: Not the Love and Basketball quotes @yourusername

@yourusername: @ballerjade_23 bestie, pookie it's really fitting if you asked me... now call so I can spill the teaaaa

Reader’s POV

The team was thrilled when they saw our posts. KK, of course, was the loudest.

“FINALLY!” she shouted, throwing her arms around both of us. “Y’all had me carrying this secret for too long.”

“Secret?” Aubrey teased. “You’ve been dropping hints every chance you got.”

Paige laughed, wrapping an arm around my waist. “She’s not wrong.”

Paige’s POV

The next day, during the post-game press conference, the inevitable question came up.

“Paige, your Instagram post last night caused quite a stir. Can you confirm your relationship status?”

I smiled, glancing at the reporter. “Yeah, I can confirm. Y/N and I are dating, and I’m really lucky to have her in my life.”

Reader’s POV

That night, I called Granny to thank her—for the unintended push and for always believing in me.

“You’re welcome, baby,” she said, her voice warm. “But don’t thank me too much. KK’s the one who really made it happen.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “I know, she won'tlet us live it down.”

Granny chuckled. “Oh, dear she reminds me of my dearest friend Avión, Kk...she's good people keep her in your life.”

Before I could react, KK’s voice came through the dorm as she walking in the room.

“Nanna! Let me tell you about all the chaos you missed while she was ghosting you nanna!”

I groaned, but I couldn’t help smiling. Life with this team—and with Paige—was never boring.

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-Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

-prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

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bbcphile · 4 months ago

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WIP Wednesday (at long last!)

After over six months of not posting any new writing due to my life exploding dramatically--moving twice, being poisoned by our apartments, and losing almost all our possessions (0/10 stars, do not recommend)--I am FINALLY able to write again, and am excited to share this passage from my MLC long fic with you! (You can find all previous excerpts here.)

I'm rewriting an earlier chapter than the last few excerpts, so, this is from right after DFS fled Lotus Tower, about to have a qi deviation, and FDB and LLH are arguing about what to do.

Enjoy!

Fang Duobing dropped his arm and took a step back, horror splashed across his face. “No. Don’t you dare give him the last of your Yangzhouman! It will kill you!”

“It won’t! Don’t be ridiculous!” Li Lianhua said, frantically searching his mind for an appropriately convincing lie. “I . . . meditated while you drove. I’ll have enough left over.”

“Li Lianhua!” Xiaobao yelled, stomping forward and shoving his finger in his face. “Do not lie to me! Not about this!”

“We can argue about it on the way.” Li Lianhua grabbed Xiaobao’s finger and used it to pull himself to his feet. “Just bring me to him first,” he managed, his voice strained from the effort.

“No!” Xiaobao wrenched his finger free and clamped his hands on Li Lianhua’s shoulders with an almost punishing grip. “I’m not letting you die for him. Neither will he.”

The world started to go gray around the edges of his already blurry vision. “Brat, this isn’t up for negotiation. He needs me!”

“He needs you alive!” Xiaobao’s hands tightened on his shoulders and shook him. “Don’t you know what your death would do to him? Find another way!”

“We don’t have time for this!” Li Lianhua wheezed, his breath coming in shorter and shorter bursts. “Bring me to him or get out of my way.” He shoved at Xiaobao and tried to push past him to take a step toward the door.

“Xiaohua’er!” Xiaobao yelled, “Don’t–”

–His legs buckled. Xiaobao caught him in his arms before he could hit the ground.

“Will you stop trying to–” Xiaobao cut himself off with a hiss, his eyes fixed on Li Lianhua’s neck. “How do I help? What do you need?”

“I told you,” Li Lianhua ground out through an ever-tightening throat, “take me to hi–”

“–Not that,” Xiaobao snapped, lowering him back to the bed. “For Bicha. Your veins are turning black. Can’t you feel it? What should I do? Can your Yangzhouman stop it?”

Oh. Of course. Li Lianhua swallowed down a laugh that had more in common with a sob.

The floor creaked as Xiaobao knelt at his feet. “Do you not have enough? Here, take mine. As much as you need. Tell me when to stop.”

Li Lianhua felt the air currents shift as Xiaobao brought a hand, index finger extended, toward his neck.

Forgive me, Xiaobao. “Stop,” Li Lianhua rasped.

Xiaobao stopped, his finger hovering a hair’s breadth away from the veins. “Not there? Alright, where do you need it? Tell me.”

Slowly, Li Lianhua turned to look at Xiaobao, to take in his earnest, loving gaze for the last time. Then he steeled his heart. “Take me to him, first.”

Those beautiful eyes blinked, narrowed, then went wide and watery with abject horror. “No. No! Don’t you dare. ”

Li Lianhua managed his best attempt at a crooked smile. “Ah, but I do. Bring me to a-Fei, and I’ll accept your qi. Otherwise”–he shrugged, forcing down a rising cough–“I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed.”

“Xiaohua’er!” Xiaobao yelled, the name ripped from his throat.

Li Lianhua closed his eyes so he wouldn’t have to see the tortured look on Xiaobao’s face.

It was cruel, and Xiaobao would never forgive him, but perhaps that was for the best. Xiaobao might mourn him less if he hated him. A-Fei as well.

All it would take was a few more moments of waiting, and Xiaobao’s stubbornness would crumble. The fear of losing him now would triumph over the possibility of losing him later. He swallowed back another cough that tried to burst free.

“No,” Xiaobao said, his voice shaky but sure.

Had he misheard? Eyes shooting open, Li Lianhua looked up at Xiaobao. Xiaobao stared defiantly back, his chin jutting out with a terrified confidence that was only part bluster. Li Lianhua shook his head to try to make his ears work properly and tried to focus his eyes enough to lip read. “What?”

“You’re going to stop the flare yourself or let me give you qi. Then you’re going to teach me how to heal a-Fei, and I’m going to find him and bring him home. I will. Not you. You’re going to stay here and rest.”

Li Lianhua snorted and raised an eyebrow. “Oh am I?”

“Yes. You are,” Fang Duobing snapped. “Because you need me to save him, and I’m going to”–he swallowed hard–“to leave him there, alone, if you don’t let me help you first.”

Li Lianhua grabbed Xiaobao’s collar. “Fang Xiaobao,” he hissed, yanking him closer. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Fang Duobing jutted out his jaw further. “Holding his life hostage.”

“You’re bluffing,” Li Lianhua managed, fear choking him as much as the blood rising in his throat. “You–you care for him. You wouldn’t let him die. You couldn’t.”

“Of course I care for him!” Fang Duobing shouted in his face. “Of course I want to help him! I hate everything about this! But if you’re going to threaten me with your life, then I’m going to threaten you with his!”

“This isn’t a–a game, brat!” Li Lianhua managed, his shaking hands tugging hard on Fang Duobing’s collar. “He could die! Don’t you understand?”

“Do you think I don’t know that?” Fang Duobing yelled, flinging his arms up and breaking free of Li Lianhua’s grip. “Do you think I want that? I want him home, Xiaohua’er, safe, and healed, with us! So we can take care of him, and show him he’s safe and won’t let anyone hurt him again, and try to undo the damage she and you caused!” His finger jabbed angrily into Li Lianhua’s chest. “But you keep trying to die and I can’t think of another way to stop you, so I’m going to do what a-Fei and you taught me, and threaten the person you love most!”

Fang Duobing took a slow, trembling breath, squared his jaw, and leveled a glare at Li Lianhua that very nearly hid the roiling panic underneath. “Teach me how to heal him and I will bring a-Fei home safely. But only if you stay alive. So please,” he begged, taking Li Lianhua’s hand and holding it tightly, “let me help you first.”

#mysterious lotus casebook #WIP Wednesday #Li Lianhua #Fang Duobing #my fic #The knives are strong in this one #And boy is LLH NOT HAPPY that FDB has learned how to do this #also: yay I'm posting again!#Hopefully the universe will let me keep doing this #and not try to make me its punching bag again #Did you know it's easier to write when you're not being poisoned? it's true!

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spiritmadeofstars · 1 year ago

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Something to live for, someone to die for (Lokixfem!Reader) CH 1 [on-going]

Summary: Loki is looking for a powerful artifact. When he’s just in reach, one silly little Midgardian decides to fuck up his plans.

(female reader, nondescript appearance, non-specific timeline, tags will be added)

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader

NO use of Y/N, instead "you" and using a nickname

Words: 4,309

Warnings: violence, blood, adult themes in later chapters, 18+ (warnings and tags to be added)

Chapter 1 - A bird in a cage, of course (originally posted on my AO3)

chapter 2

Hey guys, so I am a sucker for enemies to lovers, but often find myself unhappy with the ratio being like 5% enemies - 95% lovers, so I decided to give it a try myself. You know what the French say “soo la voo or whatever”.

This is very loose in terms of the movies, I usually do not care much about sticking to the plot/timeline and this is my first Marvel fic, so I’m gonna do this free form. The reader is female, a part of the Avengers, appearance not really described (if I slip up I apologize in advance, I hope you can imagine yourself in there).

You were pressed against Loki’s chest and his dagger was pressed against your throat. Too bad your hands were tied and secured to your waist, otherwise you would have punched him right in his stupid smirk. In this situation, being tied up and all, blood trickling from your forehead and down your cheek, you managed to struggle a little against him, only causing the dagger to knick you.

“If I knew you were so eager to throw yourself on a blade I would have spared you the beating.” Loki said next to your ear, his warm breath tickling your skin, it made you want to vomit. Either that or your concussion.

“If it’s a certain death and being this close to you the choice is obvious.” You managed to get out, though your speech was slurry.

“You wound me, woman. I am the best company you could ever dream of.” He turned the knife so the flat side of the blade pressed against your skin. Then he turned you around and pressed you against a wall, the point of the blade under your jaw. You could feel the sharp sting of yet another wound. “Tell me where you hid the artifact and I might consider granting your wish of escaping.”

“The artifact.” You said, confused. “What artifact?” Looking up, you focused on Loki’s face. A little blurry, but you could see the fury and blood thirst, his eyes filled with madness. You tried to think, but the thoughts kept slipping away like fish in a river.

“You don’t want to play this game with me.” He almost shouted, his left hand pressed against the base of your throat. Holding you steady rather than trying to choke you.

“This is awkward, but I don’t remember having anything of yours in my possession.” You said in a daze.

The feeling of his wet, sweaty palm pressed against your skin was too much, his closeness was too much. You were going to vomit if he did not let go of you soon. It was a relief when he did pull his hand away, along with the blade. You breathed out slowly, only to be struck by him, causing you to lose your balance and fall to the ground. Alas, you finally vomited, the spin of the fall sealing the deal. At least you did not get vomit on yourself. When you finished and managed to look up at Loki, you noticed the blood dripping from his left hand and a thought occurred to you. Maybe his palm wasn’t sweaty at all.

“You are the God of Lies, can’t you tell I’m not lying?” You whispered sarcastically, slightly offended that he was not clever enough to realise it on his own. His frustrated “fuck” let you know, that he, in fact, did know you were telling the truth. Content, you lowered your head to the floor. It felt like it was about to explode, and the cold touch of stone made it a little more bearable.

“Fuck!” Loki screamed and something shattered. “Fuck. Fuck you and your stupid weak little Midgardian head.” You closed your eyes, feeling at peace now that the man from your nightmares left your personal space. “No matter.” You heard a bit too close for your liking. You were being pulled up again, your feet struggling to find ground.

You were being dragged by the collar of your suit, two cold fingers found their way underneath the fabric, and though you tried your hardest, the back of your neck could not escape the touch. You were not sure if you were glad that the zipper on the front was slightly undone. If it wasn’t, maybe you would have been strangled before Loki brought you on his ship and took you with him.

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4 hours earlier

….

“Can you hear me, Birdie?”

“Tony, this isn’t funny.” You whispered into your intercom.

“Oh, come on, kid. It’s not my fault Peter chose you a new superhero name.”

“In my defence, I called her Robin.” Peter said quickly.

“Eh, a bird is a bird.”

You shook your head, annoyed and offended. You did not care for superhero names. Thought your name would be enough, but apparently no. Just because you could fly and your uniform happened to be brownish with red details, did not mean you looked like a robin in the slightest. That was low even for Peter. At least he did not call you a bird-woman.

“At least Birdie is cute.” You said more to yourself, but the mic picked your voice.

“Hah, knew it!” Tony said triumphantly and Peter grumbled something you did not quite catch. You were trying to focus on the scene before you. The reason you were actually hiding up in the tree, (like a fucking bird!) in the first place. You have nothing against birds, actually, but the topic of your superhero name has been too popular for your liking today.

You blocked the intercom out and watched the men standing around near a space craft. Your Stark(TM) goggles adjusted the image for you and you could see the cargo hold was empty – you came in time. Just did not know in time for what exactly – is it just a robbery? There has been some stirring, happenings, around Earth but also on other planets, and it made everyone paranoid. There were countless theories, and that only made things worse, because everything was regarded as if it could lead to another event.

So almost every day, majority of Avengers were running around, patrolling. Today, you were called to a newer museum that opened in Prague, they acquired some previously personal pieces a.k.a. stolen and displayed in someone’s mansion. Looks like some families felt like they could share. All the items were already inside the building for at least a week, so it was suspicious that a disguised space ship showed up in the backyard.

It felt funny to you, that some space pirates came to rob a museum on Earth. But you’ve been watching them for the past 10 minutes and nothing was loaded into the cargo. Just 4 men, standing around, though you guessed someone already entered the museum before you came. It was all a little fishy, so you waited and observed. The deal with these patrols was – give it a moment and see. You started getting restless, so you slipped from the tree and made your way inside the museum.

Sticking to the high ceilings, you made your way to the hushed voices and found them in a storage area. Boxes with priceless artifacts and art opened and made into a mess on the ground. So they weren’t really robbing the place. They were looking for something specific. The five men were quick in their work, but actually did not break anything. Weird. Maybe they were enthusiasts and just looking for a souvenir to take home.

You were too curious about what they were searching for, so you decided to wait a little longer and see. The storage space, which was actually just another two story room with empty display cases and full of wooden boxes, allowed you to stay above them on the upper balcony floor. You noticed some boxes near you, unopened – they would probably come to check upstairs, too. You wondered why they left so many men outside, when they could have used the hands.

Suddenly there were steps that sounded like they were going upstairs, so you flew across the room and hid behind a case.

“It’s here, I can feel it.” A muffled voice said. “Find it.” It commanded.

You were lucky that they only had headlamps and hand held lights, but you did not have where to go, really. Oh well, time to call backup and – just as you were about to type a message on your Stark (TM) watch, something caught your eye.

In front of you, a box just like the others was open, filled to the brim with protective packaging material. Without thinking, you pushed your goggle up onto your forehead, so you could see it with your own eyes. A beautiful gold necklace with an ornate pendant just happened to catch some moonlight. Suddenly it was in your palm, the chain coiling itself around your fingers and hand like a snake, and a light shone straight at you. You sprung up to your feet and ran.

“Catch her! She has it!” The voice commanded again, and just like that, all lights were on you. You thought to yourself – Almost as if I was a displayed piece behind glass.

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At least the glass walls of your little cage were cold. Freezing, actually, but your breath did not seem to fog it at all. You were on a ship, a space ship, with a small crew and their leader – Loki. They were all preoccupied.

“Tony.” You whispered. “Tony, I am in space, Loki is -”

“Right here.” Loki was right next to you, holding something in his palm. Your eyes took a moment to focus and then you realized he was holding your intercom, all bloody, and your watch, completely broken. “It’s not the first time I met one of you, you know.” He said, offended. You scoffed.

“Oh, I know.”

“Good, then you know what to expect unless you give me what I want.” He threw your Stark gear into the air where it vanished. You took a deep breath, knowing you still had the tracker behind your ear. You just hoped Tony had figured out the long distance tracking. Very long.

“Then please tell me what’s gonna happen if I do give you what you want.” You challenged.

“I’ll kill you, of course.” You rolled your eyes and Loki chuckled. “Was I supposed to say I’m going to return the lost puppy and ask for a reward?”

“That would have actually made me feel a little bit better, but now you ruined it.” You tsked.

“If you won’t cooperate I’ll have to torture it out of you. Works for me.” He shrugged and leaned back against the wall. You turned yourself a little, wanting to keep an eye on him. Your hands were still tied tightly and secured to your waist, but now your feet were tied, too. They probably did not know how your flying worked and wanted to be sure you weren’t going anywhere. Your started looking around when Loki suddenly leaned forward and looked straight at you.

“Oh, I almost forgot. You lost this.” He held up his hand again, and between his thumb and pointer finger was your tracker. You gulped. “We’re stopping in a moment and I just wanted you to know I’m going to toss it somewhere, just so your friends can go on a little trip. What do you think?”

You banged your head back against the glass. “Fuck you. Did you just rip it out of me?!” Loki smiled brightly.

“I am quite skilled with a knife, actually.” He walked away from you. You closed your eyes and tried to remember what actually happened. The last thing you remember was lights and running, flying, and then you were suddenly tied up, and beaten, and held by Loki. He mentioned an artifact… yes, you were at the museum surrounded by boxes. There were probably many valuable things around you, but you did not remember taking anything. You were fucked.

#loki series #loki laufeyson #fanfic #loki x reader smut #slow burn #enemies to lovers #loki x female reader #loki x f!reader #loki x you #smut #my fanfic

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misterdabura · 1 month ago

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HEAR YE, HEAR YE, THE DOWN THE MINE PILOT IS COMING!! SPREAD THE NEWS!!!

OH MY GOD, IT'S ACTUALLY HAPPENING, I'M GONNA FUCKING EXPLODE!!! 🤯

Seriously, when I woke up yesterday, I was not expecting to learn that we'd be getting the 1983 pilot version of Down the Mine! Don't believe me? Take a look at this article: https://www.readingchronicle.co.uk/leisure/national/25149467.unseen-thomas-friends-footage-ringo-starr-narration-airs-first-time/

And if you still don't believe me? Okay. Watch this. Credit to wilbertlad for capturing this! https://x.com/wilbertlad/status/1920728442506522688

I've been a Thomas & Friends fan since I was a little kid; I watched episodes of the show both on PBS Kids and YouTube, I saw different fan-made series based on the show, I got TOMY and Trackmaster merch, which I still have to this day, just stored away in a container (really wish I had an Edward... 😅), and I even got to go to a Day Out With Thomas event in Minnesota! And it was when I got older that I learned about the pilot's existence, and I've known about it for years, from the recycled shots used in the final Season 1 version, to the prop pictures, to the leaked script, to this blurry set picture.

And I'll be honest, when speculating if the pilot would ever come out, I thought that if the footage was found, then it was something they would save for the 100th anniversary of The Railway Series, when I'd be pushing 45. But for us to get it as part of the 80th anniversary while I'm 22?! I'M SO HYPED FOR THIS!!

*ahem* Sorry about that, just really excited.

So, for anyone who's curious on when to watch it, the full Down the Mine pilot will be posted at 6 PM British Summer Time (BST), which is 1 PM Eastern Standard Time (EST), 12 PM Central Standard Time (CST), 10 AM Pacific Standard Time (PST), etc. Check this website to see what 6 PM BST translates to in your time zone. timeanddate.com/worldclock/converter.html

As for where? It's going to be uploaded to the official Thomas & Friends YouTube channel. https://youtube.com/@thomasandfriends

Anyway, I'm gonna try, keyword try, and get some sleep. Like, I'm posting this a little bit after 3:30 in the morning and I need to catch those Z's. So to the people reading this, wherever you are, good morning, good afternoon, good evening, or good night. And I'll leave y'all with this meme by DukeOfBenreBay (check out their Tumblr blog @ https://www.tumblr.com/dukeofbenrebay):

#thomas and friends #ttte #thomas the tank engine #THIS IS NOT A DRILL #I REPEAT NOT A DRILL #I'M ACTUALLY LOSING SLEEP AND MY MIND ABOUT THIS 🤣#DOWN THE MINE PILOT IS COMING WOOHOO 🥳🚂

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captorcorp · 2 months ago

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fun behind the scenes posts from the dream machine facebook page i was browsing :3 (another katya interest internet deep dive bc i like a chance to ramble about my interests. for the video game the dream machine this time not the dream tech stuff i was looking at last time lol)

they post so many 'chapter planning stickynotes' pics but they're all too blurry to zoom in on and half of them aren't in english T-T some of them i can like. almost see words but barely. might look more in depth later to see if i can get anything lol

when i saw this i was like 'woah dream machine pronouns reveal????' (because this is meant to be the machine's human-frankenstein'd-form from ch5) but in retrospect i think they're doing the thing where people don't want to use singular they and are just using multiple for spoiler-free ambiguity 😔diversity loss

(i might keep it as a headcanon tbh. i mean its constructed body has one boob one flat breast in one of the design iterations, and both a phallus and a uterus from the diagram in-game; it can have new creative ways to be multigender :p)

the game and some of its development materials were featured in a video game art exhibit in 2015 :o can't get much detail from the sketches but can read the summary at least

the machine development progress album!!! i haven't seen this before on their other social medias so was excited to find some previous iterations of it - i found the commentary here really neat too, i noticed that its cables looked like spider legs earlier so it's nice to see that was intentional.

also in another image they mention that the red color is from an anti-rusting paint they found because they thought it'd be accurate to the setting which is a cool detail ^^ taking notes for if/when i make my own figures of the characters...

hell yeah we get more organic components lore >:3 there's potentially a whole brain in there... which i honestly am not that surprised about given the consciousness.

one of the concept arts that also has spinal columns mixed into the cords, that's where the one on the blueprint came from probably ^^ yayyy fleshware (i looked up what that meant and it wasn't what i thought it was so then i looked up what a machine with organic components would be and apparently it qualifies as a cyborg)

i didn't get screenshots of them and i'm worried facebook will explode my computer if i go back for them but they have like. so much development progress pics for some of the chapters?? mostly alicia's boat from ch3 (they had a bunch of pics of the lifeboat like 'oh haha we spent so much time on making this and never used it in her dream, what a shame' but then ended up using it in ch6 so lol)

but they also have like, inspo boards and such for some of the other dreams like edie's and martin's which is fun. i hope they post some of them elsewhere too...

also shame half the external links to like interviews and such no longer work because they're from a decade or longer ago </3

i'm assuming this is a development sketch on the right too(?) but they didn't elaborate in the post besides this being a google images screenshot, and then the facebook page started lagging/freezing too much to continue scrolling ^^;; felix morton has died badly. if they have any more of these 2d concept arts they should post them though

anyway. yippee new content :) very excited for the definitive edition still and anything new they put on patreon

(i just realized this is like 70% infodumping about the machine and then 30% of 'yeah they showed other characters too' at the end. spot katya's favorite character challenge hjkdfs)

OH WAIT i almost forgot. they linked this youtube video and i thought someone had already done my idea of explaining dream science using dream-based video games (an idea i was having but have barely started lol). but then it was just 5 minutes and focused more on emotional content in dreams and stuff and not most of the stuff i wanted to cover

#the dream machine #kcat talks #im so normal about obscure indie games from a decade ago. i think the devs should give me all of their development notes/code/etc #just so i can look through them and be like 'woagh lore' :D

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itzsyds · 7 hours ago

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Eric Garcia x Reader

Under the Radar🤫

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Tehehe I had to write another one for Eric🤭 also ft. Ferran🙂‍↔️

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FLUFF- Your relationship with Eric has always been a secret— a quiet, sacred thing kept away from the public eye. The fans have theories, of course. Matching bracelets, similar vacation spots, a single blurry reflection in his Instagram but no one has proof. Until Ferran accidental slips, revealing way more than anyone was supposed to see…

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You and Eric are good at being invisible.

It wasn’t intentional at first— just cautious smiles, stolen glances, the way his hand would brush your lower back when no one was watching. But the world isn’t kind to private lives.

Especially not when the man you’re dating plays for one of the most-watched clubs in Europe.

So you stayed low. No tagged photos. No matching posts. The same place at the same time, but never in the same frame. Your friends called it stressful. You called it safety. He called it yours.

Eric never needed the world to know. He just needed you.

“You know I’d go public if you wanted to,” he’d said once, brushing your hair behind your ear as you lay on his chest in a hotel room in Seville. “But I like it like this. Quiet. Just us.”

You did too.

But quiet things can still be loud if you look closely. And the fans— God, the fans look.

Your nails in a blurry photo. His phone lock screen flashing in a press conference. A background laugh in your IG story that sounds a hell of a lot like his.

Clues. Always clues.

But no proof.

Until him.

Ferran Torres. The walking spoiler. A best friend with a loose filter and a love for going live without warning.

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It happened on a lazy Sunday afternoon. You were at Eric’s apartment, curled up on the couch, your legs tangled over his lap as he scrolls through Netflix and you’re quietly teasing him for never being able to choose a show.

You’re both in sweats, his hoodie swallowing your frame, your hair a beautiful mess from the nap you took on his chest twenty minutes ago.

The calm is everything.

Then the door bursts open.

“¡Hermano!” Ferran’s voice cuts through the quiet like a knife, grinning like he owns the place. “Bro, are you really skipping the game for— oh. Ohhh.”

You freeze. Eric flinches like he’s been caught shoplifting.

You try to sit up, but it’s too late.

Ferran’s phone is already up.

Live.

LIVE.

And you're in frame.

You— half in his lap, Eric’s hand on your bare thigh, your fingers tangled in his hair.

It’s intimate. Way too intimate to play off as a joke.

“Ferran,” Eric hisses, lunging forward. “Turn it off.”

But Ferran is frozen for a full second, eyes wide.

Then the panic hits. “Shit. SHIT.” He fumbles the phone, laughs nervously, fakes a cough. “Sorry, guys, technical— I— uh, bye!” Click.

The silence afterward is deafening.

Eric’s hand is still on your leg. Your heart is still in your throat.

“Did that just—”

“Yeah,” you whisper. “It did.”

—

It took all of ten minutes for Twitter to explode.

“WHO IS THAT GIRL ON ERIC’S LAP?”

“Wait. Is that the same girl from the bracelet post??”

“Not Ferran accidentally leaking the soft launch of the year.”

“Her LAUGH. It’s the same as the audio from Eric’s story in March. I KNEW IT.”

You cover your face with both hands. “I’m going to die.”

Eric pulls you in closer instead. “No, I am. I’m going to kill Ferran first, then I’ll die.”

You want to laugh. But you can’t. Because everything— all your careful steps, your hidden dates, the fear and the thrill of being invisible together— is now undone.

And weirdly… it feels kind of freeing.

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Later that night, Ferran sends a text:

Ferran:

okay so maybe i accidentally made you both go viral but… the comments are cute? they ship you. HARD.

Ferran (again):

also please don’t block me. love u both lol

You throw your phone on the couch.

Eric chuckles. “You’re not mad?”

You look at him. At the way his curls fall over his eyes, at the way he’s been holding your hand since it happened. And for once, there’s nothing to hide.

“No,” you say. “I think I’m kind of relieved.”

He leans in, kisses your forehead softly. “Then maybe we stop hiding.”

You pause. Smile. “Just a little?”

He grins.

“Just enough.”

—

The next day:

Eric posts a photo. No caption. Just his hand holding yours— same bracelet, same hoodie sleeve, same couch.

Ferran comments:

About time🙄🔥

And with that the internet full broke.

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Hello new followers I do see all of you so HUGE big welcome to all who are new & recent!🤗

Thank you for taking the time to read & interact with my stories. It really means the world to me💓 Do also write to me about anything & also requests as idm x

#eric garcia #eric garcia x reader #eric garcia fluff #fc barcelona #football imagine #espanol #spain

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sexchangedotcom · 3 days ago

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i hope you were feeling the fun and delighted and excited energy i was sending your way thinking abt you during the concert... you would have loved it and I would also have loved to have you there i would have loved to go with a friend because i love my aunt and my mother but they are not pulpheads like i am... i had the best time i hope you enjoy my posts here's a very blurry jarvie from the beginning of this is hardcore just for you & your inbox

aww thank you. i wouldve loved it i think if i saw this is hardcore live id have exploded of my disorder(s). does he have an armchair on stage whatever. my favourite pulp songs are bar italia seconds happy endings the day after the revolution and uhhh like a friend probably. i hope they played some of those. cocaine socialism too it's like common people but about people i know. thank u for the picture i hope you had a great night #cockheads forever

#mailbox #ethan

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loulooser · 1 year ago

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Hi wife!!(ilysm mwah)(you are so handsome by the by)

Could you inform me bit more about this new TØP album perhaps???

Im genuinely going to explode.

OKAY STRAP IN MOTHER FUCKERS IM ABOUT TO BRAIN DUMP

1) the theme.

So, as always, the boys changed their hair. It happens every era and i love it. Now from some screenshots from the Super Bowl where they where wearing hats, the fan base figured that Josh went red again and Tyler shaved his hair. Now from Josh’s pfp on instagram, we can see that we were right:

And I’m very happy about it.

Also, people have been calling it the ‘fire era’ or variants of that and I’m digging it icl it sounds AMAZING. The theme is- obviously- mostly red but I’m guessing its red+black. Funny thing is, there’s a few MASSIVE ties to their other album Trench (my favourite, which we will get into) and the trench theme was yellow+black. Yellow (in the lore so far) has always been a sign of the good guys or the banditos if you like to name them, and red has always been the bad guys (Dema, blurry face/nico, the bishops etc). The contrast is FABULOUS.

2) Release date.

So BBC radio 1 has leaked that they will be playing ‘the new hottest record’ from said album on the 29th of February 2024 at 6pm English time. Obviously this means that it will release the same day, being two days away from the making of this post (I am going FERAL.)

3) Details

Sadly I have no details along the lines of album title, song titles, how many songs are on it etc, but I think it’s only going to make the first listen better imo.

4) Trench links

There are a few main links, one of them being in the actual music as Paulmeany, who had a VERY big influence on the sound and contents of trench, posted a mildly cryptic photo on Instagram not too long ago.

As we can see, the people’s eyes in the photo are covered up with red (tape) which has already been seen in the teasers leading up to release covering the eyes of those on the main album covers. This is an obvious hint that he’s come back to collaborate with TØP for this new album, and also that it may sound as if ‘returning to trench’. This is important for reasons in my next point.

Aside from the tape, the letters, and the social media changes, the big way we found out a new album was on the way was through the Instagram video. This video basically gave us a run down on all of the lore up until now, confirmed that Tyler is Clancy, and also mentions at the very end that Clancy (the main character of the lore) will be ‘returning to trench’. This is said in the last few seconds of the video where he states:

“I am a citizen. I am an escapee. I am an exception. I am returning to trench. I am Clancy.”

This. Is. MASSIVE. I’ll leave the link to the video at the end of the post so you can see why, but mostly it’s that this is likely to lead to a massive showdown/rebellion and a huge turning point in the lore. This could literally go any which way and I- like every other fan- am hyped beyond words. (Get it? The Hype is a song in Trench hehe)

That’s all I have to say at the moment, but as soon as I find out more you already KNOW I’ll be posting about it for days.

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#twenty one pilots #spotify #pun very much intended #tyler joseph #josh dun #Paulmeany #trench #new album #answered

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thisliminalspacedaydreams · 1 year ago

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GIMME ASEXUAL JEGGY SNIPPET!!!! please <3

You know how sometimes things happen and you need to externalise them and write it out or your head will explode? Or you have an experience and you think “damn, what could have happened if the other person hadn’t been a tool?”

This is my trauma dumping self healing fic that I might never post because if anyone ever says anything mean I might actually become a horrible, mean villain.

You can have an excerpt though 😶 (it’s very bare bones because I can’t really look at it too much)

Regulus is looking at James, sitting on his couch, sipping an infusion.

Confused.

James gives him a knowing smile, although what he knows is yet to be seen. “I am derailing your plan, aren’t I?”

“Yes.”

James sits more comfortably. “Tell me how.”

“…I said I wasn’t going to sleep with you.”

“Mhm yes, I heard you.”

“So what are you doing here?”

“Do you want me to leave?”

It takes Regulus longer than he would like to speak the truth, pulling him in different directions. What’s safe, and what he actually wants. "No.”

James nods, ever so calm. "I see. But you are afraid that my presence is conditional to something you must give me.”

“Maybe.”

“Has anyone ever not taken you up on your offer to leave?”

“No. People generally don’t love being rejected.”

“Ah.” James takes a sip from his infusion, while Regulus stands there, unsure. Awkward. "Why don’t you sit down.”

Regulus looks around, where he won’t be close to James, but the flat is small.

“I promise you can sit next to me, I won’t attack you.”

“Yeah, okay.” It’s so sudden and comes from the heart. Disbelief coloring all of Regulus’ letters.

And suddenly, James isn’t in a laughing mood anymore. “Oh,” he says.

Regulus shrugs. “Consent gets apparently blurry when you bring people home.”

#asexual Regulus #asexual #Asexuality #trauma #tw : implied past assault #fanfiction #jegulus #regulus black #on consent

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indigosunsetao3 · 1 year ago

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Keeping Lines Blurry

Chapter 9 - Under the Overpass

Masterlist of Chapters

Warnings: 18+ - No minors Please read the tags on A03 for any of your triggers

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick X Original FMC 7.1k words - AO3 Link.

When they pulled into the main drive the rain had not relented in the least but that didn’t stop Price from storming to the carriage house as Gaz backed in. Olivia had woken up when they had stopped at a light and was sitting in the backseat blinking a bit confusedly, the alcohol still strong in her veins as she gripped Kyle’s jacket in her lap. Gaz watched her for a second in the rearview mirror before Price came around to the driver’s side door and pulled it open hard and fast enough that it bounced off a support pillar.

“Head inside,” Gaz said quietly to Olivia who was staring at the situation with a look of shock. She didn’t need to be told twice though, she quickly scooted to the door and climbed out, not stopping for her dress or shoes and just opting to run barefoot in the rain to the house. Gaz and Price watched her go in silence, his Captain at least giving him the dignity to not dress him down in front of someone else. But Gaz had a feeling that’s where the niceties were going to end.

“You better have a really good fucking explanation, Sergeant,” Price snapped as he stepped back for Gaz to get out. “Because I’ve spent the better half of my evening trying to keep the peace and I’m tired of not knowing the reason why.” He crossed his arms over his chest and gave Kyle a quick once over, noting that he was shirtless and soaking wet. “If you took this as a chance to get her alone, we have several problems.”

“She called me,” Gaz snapped back as he matched Price’s stance, knowing he was really pushing his limits. “It was my night off. I didn’t miss a check-in, nor desert my post,” he continued and raised an eyebrow. “So, I don’t see why this is a problem.” He knew exactly why it was a problem and Price looked like he was going to explode.

“Don’t be fucking cute,” Price answered. “She’s a job, we don’t get friendly with the jobs,” he snarled before spotting the bright red dress on the seat which was also soaking wet. “Or fuck them,” Price said the last words were laced with heavy accusation and Gaz shifted once on his feet.

“You knew my history with her. Yet you still stuck me on this job. I asked for anything else but you said no. That we had to do stupid fucking rotations. You put me here, I didn’t choose it,” Gaz answered and he knew that the blowup from Price was coming. He was poking for a fight, for a punishment, for something to concentrate his anger on that he had been stewing with after everything Olivia had, and hadn’t, told him. “And I didn’t fuck her,” he tacked on after a second to clarify that. “She snuck away from her friends and security. She called me and I went on my off time to find her, she was in the pouring rain drunk and alone. Then she asked to talk.”

“Watch your tone,” Price answered, his voice leveling into an eerie calm. That was always when people went running or cowed down to him. “Your history should have no impact on the job, you’re a better soldier than that. Or so I thought,” he continued and saw the tick of irritation in Gaz’s jaw at that. “Do you know what this looks like? Her ex sweeping her away into the night with little more than a text saying you found her. Showing up a few hours later with her in your clothes? And you half-naked yourself?”

“I thought you trusted me,” Gaz answered simply. “I know what I am doing,” he continued though really, he was so mixed up in his own thoughts at the moment he had no idea if he truly did. “She wanted to talk about what happened with us, to clear the air and maybe make this easier for everyone,” he looked at the house as a light upstairs flicked on and caught his attention. Olivia’s bathroom judging by the location. “And in her half-drunk state, she told me things that I’m sure she didn’t mean to. She’s terrified of Henry; says he knows people and would make her family disappear. She admitted he hits her and,” he clenched his teeth together for a second, “and then some.” He let the words hang in the air for Price to fill in the blanks.

“It’s not a matter if I trust you,” Price answered. “It matters that we are on a high-profile, high risk, job and you’re letting your feelings get in the way. When you know Alex is working his ass off for information for you, that I’m giving you the freedom to dig,” he paused giving Gaz a chance to interrupt him, and effectively hang himself by a rope even more. Gaz knew better and stayed silent but the look on his face was full of rebuttals that he was biting back.

“You want off this job? Fine,” he gestured to the house, “get packed up. You’ll be on rotation elsewhere. Take some time to get your head back on straight and out of her ass,” he smirked, though it didn’t meet his eyes. “I don’t want to hear any shit from you. You want to be babied; I’ll baby you.” Gaz opened his mouth to fight back and Price held his hand up. “That’s an order Sergeant. You’re taking my spot at the Prime Minister's tonight since you’re the reason I was dragged here. I’ll let Ghost know about the changes. You have ten minutes and don’t fucking wander.”

Gaz shut his mouth at the order but let his displeasure be known as he slammed the SUV door shut and stormed to the house. He all but kicked in the backdoor to find Soap standing there attempting to look like he wasn’t trying to snoop but failing miserably. He gave up the pretense and raised an eyebrow as Gaz snatched up a pile of laundry off the washing machine a few feet away and started wiping down his arms.

“You going to tell me what happened?” Soap asked simply as he walked over and looked out the window to see Price was still in the carriage house on the phone. “I tried to warn you, he’s in a fucking state. All but ran me over on my rounds when he pulled in and demanded to know if I knew where you were.” He saw Gaz give him a questioning look as he moved to kick off his shoes that were squishing with each step. “Heavy rain is messing with the cameras and I couldn’t see shit so I did a walk around,” Soap answered, “would be the time for someone to try something.” He shrugged, “it’s what I would do anyway.”

“Nothing happened,” Gaz lied by omission.

“No?” Soap laughed a bit, “that why she ran in here in nothing but your shirt after you were gone for a few hours?” He raised his hands up a bit in surrender as Gaz turned on him. “I’m just saying what everyone is going to see and know by morning. Henry’s been all in a twist about it, calling Price, calling the security team, demanding we track your phone,” he shook his head. “I’m not going to tell you what to do but every time this woman is involved you get screwed over, are you sure this is what you want to do?”

“I didn’t want to do any of this to fucking start with. I was put here against my choice if everyone remembers,” Gaz answered as he let out a frustrated sigh. “It doesn’t matter anyway. Price is pulling me off, says I’m getting too close. I’ll be working with the Prime Minister and whatever else he decides I need to do for penance,” Gaz explained with a small grumble. “Keep an eye on things here,” he stated, the words heavily implying something else aside from the obvious job. Soap merely nodded and watched Gaz disappear upstairs to change and pack.

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Henry was returning home from his trip early, which was never a good omen. Olivia had sat in the small library and watched him return with his group of staffers in the late morning two days after her drive with Kyle. The night was still a bit of a blur, some things coming in and out of focus in her memory as she tried to remember it all. One thing she knew for sure was that he had held her in the backseat while she cried, and soothed her to sleep as they just sat in silence listening to the radio and rain. She had laundered Gaz’s shirt herself and deposited it in the bedroom where he had been staying when no one was around. The Captain had returned her dress the day before without a word and Olivia hung it to dry before putting it back in her closet along with her freshly cleaned shoes. She was being careful to try and rid all evidence of the crimes Henry would accuse her of, knowing there was no way around the cameras but she needed to at least try.

She was gripping her teacup tight between her fingers as she watched Henry walk toward the house. His eyes were downcast looking at his phone until the last moment before he stepped inside, his gaze found her with pinpoint precision. There was anger and violent promises behind the gaze and Olivia felt her hands shake, splashing the cold tea on her front before she set the cup down and attempted to take a deep breath. When the maid stepped in to dust a few minutes later Olivia nearly jumped out of her skin thinking it was Henry, her body was wound tight waiting for the inevitable.

He didn’t come to the library though; he didn’t even attempt to seek her out the rest of the day for that matter. He was holed up in his office working and Olivia finally left her sanctuary of the library when the sun started to set, giving the man in the Ghost mask a small polite smile as she passed him in the hall. Kyle hadn’t returned since he left two nights ago and she found she was seeing the man they called Ghost when it should have been his shift. Did he ask to get moved? She thought after their talk they were going to turn a corner and maybe begin repairing the past but maybe Kyle decided against it. He got the confession from her and was just going to close the chapter of his life and move on. That would be better, safer for everyone, but the ache deep in her chest disagreed.

“Liv,” came Henry’s voice as she passed by his office. Shit. She had been avoiding going anywhere near his office or the bedroom. That’s where he liked to dole out his worst, where he could cut the cameras and have no witnesses. “Come in here a moment,” he stated politely but she knew it was a command. She debated just running, just head back down the hall and pretend like she hadn’t heard him but Olivia knew better.

“Coming,” Olivia answered putting a small little smile on her face before turning to face him to see he was leaning in the doorway. He was still in his suit but his tie was undone hanging from his neck and the top few buttons of his shirt were undone. If he had been a normal husband, the one she thought she was marrying, it would have been a sight to see him looking at her like this. But Olivia knew the predatory possessive gaze he was giving her was anything but loving. “How was your trip? You’re home early,” she mused as she walked up to the door and did her best not to flinch away as he grabbed her by the arm and led her inside.

The office was empty, all the staffers gone for the day, and Olivia’s eyes darted up to the camera in the room to find the red light was off. He was already setting the scene and she swallowed once as he shut the door behind them with a snap and she heard the telltale click of the lock being turned. If she had been braver she would have asked him to unlock it again and walked out, but instead, she walked out of his grasp and further into the office. She stopped when she made it to his desk and gazed at the papers scattered all over, her fingers tracing the intricate carvings on the oak. She opened her mouth to ask him something, anything to keep him talking, but he was already behind her with a vice grip on the back of her neck.

“Drop the act,” Henry snapped as he slammed her forward over the desk, barely giving her a chance to catch herself with her hands before she fell face-first on the paperwork. “You know why I am home early,” he continued as he pressed her harder until her hands gave out and slid over the desk knocking things over. He ignored the pained whimpers she gave as he pressed her cheek hard into the wood. “Did you think it was cute Olivia? Did you think yourself amusing to behave that way while I was gone? I was nice, I let you go out with your trashy little friends,” he chuckled a bit, “let you have a girl’s night. But that wasn’t enough, no, you needed more,” he chuckled darkly.

“No, Henry,” Olivia tried, preparing to tell the story she had concocted and recited to herself hundreds of times over the past few days. She had come up with a story of fighting with her friends, that they had dumped her and she had no idea where she was. She didn’t have her security team’s number in her phone but she had Kyle’s because she had all of the task forces numbers in her phone, just like him. “I was lost and I didn’t want to worry you. I called Kyle because I knew he was with his girlfriend, she lives in downtown London and I thought,” she whined as she felt Henry make a grab for her pants. She was hoping using the term girlfriend Henry would realize that Kyle had no interest in her, that he wasn’t a threat.

“You thought what?” Henry asked as his fingers found the button of her pants and flicked them open. “That he’d come to your rescue? He can’t like his girlfriend too much if he ditched her and came looking for you,” he answered as he shoved her down hard again when she attempted to stand up. “If that was true why didn’t you come right home? Surely, he wanted to get back to his,” he paused to wrench her pants down to her knees, “girlfriend.”

“I asked him to take me for a drive,” Olivia said her voice taking a pleading tone as she twisted, “I was feeling sick. I wanted fresh air. That’s it, Henry, I promise. Please let’s talk,” she twisted hard and managed to get out of his grasp for a brief second, which was enough for her to fold down to her knees on the ground and try to scramble out of his grasp. He didn’t let her get far though, his hand shooting out to grab her by the throat this time and raise her up to her feet and then some, so she was on her tiptoes. “Henry, please. I promise, nothing happened,” her words were a bit strained at the grip and she scratched at his still sleeved arm. Bastard knew this would be a fight and was already preemptively covering his bases.

“You have one more chance to tell me the truth Olivia,” Henry answered as he freed the tie from around his neck and wound it around his free hand in a threatening gesture. “So, I would choose your words very carefully,” he let go of her throat with a shove and smirked as Olivia stumbled over the pants at her knees and grabbed onto one of the high-backed chairs.

“I don’t know what you’re asking,” Olivia tried before Henry took a step toward her. “I told you what happened, that’s everything. I swear, please,” she tried begging though that never worked.

“Oh darling,” he said with a small laugh, “you should make sure you have your whole story covered before you make things up.” He twisted the tie between both of his hands now, holding it like he was going to choke her with it. “You went to the dance club he used to take you to and asked him to pick you up. You knew exactly where you were, you weren’t lost,” he was backing her up against the wall. “I followed your phone GPS, I watched the drive. Saw where you stopped and sat for a very long time. Then suddenly you left when I texted you? When you ignored my phone call? And you show up in his shirt?” He tsked, “and him naked from the waist up? It’s not hard to figure it out.”

“No, I swear Henry,” Olivia pleaded, “nothing happened. He didn’t touch me. I was standing in the rain and he gave me his shirt because I was frozen,” she felt the wall hit her back and she darted her eyes around the room for an escape. She didn’t remember sending those messages, that part of her memory a blur when she begged Kyle to come get her. She had been scared to look back at them afraid Henry would see her poking about in her phone and know she was up to something. “It won’t happen again. I won’t go out again. And he’s gone anyway, they moved him to another assignment. He isn’t around anymore and we can go back to how it was before,” she tried as Henry silently grabbed her hands and wrapped the tie around one wrist before the other pulling it so tight she instantly felt her fingers go numb.

“He’s not gone yet,” Henry answered as he grabbed her tied hands and roughly pulled her forward and down, using her imbalance against her so she fell forward into the carpet right on her face. “I’m still working on that part,” he smirked as he shrugged off his jacket tossed it onto a chair, and started work on his button-down. She had twisted to look up at him and moved to try to get up on her elbows but he merely pressed her back down with his still-shoed feet, knowing the heel would dig into her lower back. “It’ll be a shame when the Sergeant’s body is found in the Thames,” he laughed a bit, “all the work you did to keep him safe and you still fucked it up. Maybe I’ll let you go to the funeral,” he started work on his pants, “get a few pictures of you grieving over a soldier killed. It’ll do wonders in the press.”

Olivia felt her blood run cold and she stopped squirming, feeling the fight leave her body as Henry’s words fell heavily on her. Everything she had done to keep him safe, keep her family safe, and she had thrown it all away after a drunk mistake. A stupid drunk mistake because she was so broken and alone, she had sought out an ounce of comfort. Like she tried telling Kyle that night Henry always, won. Always. She had to warn Kyle, warn his team, somehow if it wasn’t already too late. She felt the silent tears fall as Henry finished undressing and she slammed her eyes shut as his hands found her again doing her best to disassociate from the situation and instead come up with a plan.

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Despite the fact that Gaz was actively working it still felt like he had been shunted to the sidelines by Price. He had been given his weekly rotation schedule the night he had left Henry and Olivia’s house and as Price had promised, he was not going back there. He was to rotate between the Prime Minister the Deputy Prime Minister, and some other officials with MI6 and given a few hours of downtime. Gaz knew better than to try and reach out to Olivia but he still dared to ask Soap how things were going, and Soap stated it was all quiet. He wasn’t sure if he liked that answer, quiet was unnerving especially if Henry was as bad as Olivia made him out to be. Then of course the summit was in a week, one week and they still weren’t any closer to finding out who did it.

When Gaz’s phone rang and he saw it was Price he sat up quickly from where he had been lounging on the back patio of the minister’s house. It was a sunny, albeit cold, day and he had taken the opportunity between events to try and soak up the sun. He had some downtime coming to him that night and had arranged to meet Abby for a proper date. Gaz was hoping the distraction would help him not linger and wonder what was going on with Olivia, it was keeping him up every night and he was going mad with questions.

“Sir,” Gaz said into the phone. It was the first time they had spoken in over a week and while Gaz was still not happy, he knew he deserved what Price gave him, worse really.

“We have credible intel,” Price said in way of a hello. “Alex has been tracking it down and the source is legit,” he paused, the sound of footsteps on gravel telling Gaz he was walking to somewhere more private to talk.

“Intel on what, Sir?” Gaz asked as he patted down his jacket to try and find his little notebook and pen he kept in it. When he pulled it out, he stared at the wavy paper where it had obviously been soaked and dried, pushing away the thought that it was Olivia who had caused it when she slept on his jacket in the backseat.

“The Russians who orchestrated the attack in Belarus,” Price answered. “We think they’ve got a safe house here in London. Alex found a log of shipments buried in legal drabble showing items going in and out from one of Henry’s warehouses in unmarked black vans, few of them went there,” he continued.

“Henry? Are you moving on him? What do you need from me?” Gaz asked instantly as he wrote it all down feeling that excitement build in him that he was going to be able to do something. “Olivia was trying to tell me something but she was too afraid, maybe this was it,” he muttered.

“You are going to be pulling doubles,” Price replied, his voice flat as he cut across Gaz’s musings. “Ghost and Soap are going to work the lead,” he explained. “I’ll need you with the ministers taking Ghost’s rotations and I’ll be taking Soap’s. Alex is going to set up shop in MI6 to continue work.”

“Let me work the leads,” Gaz tried as he slumped a bit defeated in his chair. “I’m doing nothing but sitting around all day, going from meeting to meeting all day,” he groused. “I am good at recon, I can blend in a bit better with civilians than Ghost,” he tried to reason.

“You wanted off the Henry patrol, you got what you wanted,” Price answered knowing that it would grind on Gaz’s nerves. He still wasn’t letting him back into the swing of things yet, he needed to learn what happened when he did what he wanted and didn’t listen to his Captain. Gaz had gotten a little too comfortable pushing his boundaries as of late. “Enjoy your time off tonight because you’ll be working around the clock.”

Gaz snarled and shut his phone shut with a click before looking at the time on his watch. It was time to move again and he rose from the chair and headed inside. He would have to let Abby know tonight would be the last time they saw one another for a while. Shooting her a quick text to confirm their dinner he headed to the waiting town car to go to another meeting about who knew what.

He watched the clock slowly creep for the rest of the day, standing at attention at a door or escorting a large group of stuffy suits to and from the car. The unknown number had been silent for days, not answering any questions Gaz threw at them. Still, he checked the phone, opened the messages, and glared at the lack of response for a bit before putting it away. He even found himself looking at the string of messages from Olivia that night and found his fingers hovering over sending her a message before knowing better and closing it out as well. The only people that were actively talking to him were Abby and Soap when he could get away, it seemed Ghost was joining in on the silent treatment from Price. Though that could just be Ghost in general, he wasn’t one for many words. Alex was head down in intel work and since Gaz had nothing new for him, he had nothing new for Gaz.

“See you in the morning,” Gaz called to the team he had been with all day before heading out into the bitter cold. The restaurant was within walking distance to where he was so he opted to just leg it instead of taking the SUV and trying to find parking. He’d just catch a ride with Abby back to her place and taxi back in the morning if needed. Flipping his coat collar up Gaz shoved his hands into his pockets and headed west toward the river, wondering if the twenty-minute walk was worth not dealing with traffic.

As he exited out of the Whitehall Gardens and neared the overpass of the Hungerford Bridge Gaz knew something was off. He had sensed someone had been watching him the second he made it to Horse Guards Ave but he shook the idea off. He didn’t see anyone in his peripherals or in shop windows as he walked and he had even made a fake pitstop at one of the sculptures in the park but no one appeared. It still felt odd though and the minute he got to the underpass he knew for sure someone was watching and following.

He watched as two men appeared from behind a large utility box as if they just melted out of the shadows. They were burly, dressed in all black with baseball caps pulled low over their faces to try and obscure their identity as much as possible. Gaz glanced over his shoulder in time to see three other people appear on the sidewalk the way he had come effectively blocking his retreat. Knowing he only had moments Gaz quickly assessed the area he was in to see what he could use to his advantage, if anything. The one and only light pole had one light out and the other the bulb was barely alive giving off hardly any light. There were no bikes tied to the racks, not that he would expect a bike to last five minutes here with or without a lock. And there was no one around, on foot or in a car to witness what was about to happen.

Gaz could either go for his pistol or his phone, and ever the person not wanting to risk putting civilians in danger Gaz went for the phone. He looked down for just a second and selected who to call before slipping the phone back into his breast pocket as he continued to size up his odds. He hoped they would pick up, that they weren’t busy, and would figure out what was happening just by the sounds coming from Gaz’s side. One of the men didn’t seem to care about possible innocent casualties as he raised a gun while the man beside him let a metal bar of some sort slide down their arm so they could grip it better. Next choice Gaz had to make was who to go for; the gun or the lethal looking pipe. He still didn’t know what the men behind him had yet but he needed to work this down one at a time.

Darting down quickly Gaz pushed hard with his legs to rugby tackle the man with the gun, barely flinching as the guy fired a shot that echoed loudly and ricocheted off the brick. Gaz’s ears were ringing slightly at the closeness of the sound but he still managed to get the guy down on his back. His knees stung as the slacks he wore tore against the concrete but he kept moving, making a grab for the gun. He grabbed the guy’s wrist and slammed it hard against the curb to get him to drop the pistol, once, twice, three times. Gaz felt the pop of the guy’s thick wrist before the pistol fell away into the road and somehow toward the drain but Gaz only had a second to enjoy his small victory as something hard nailed in him the back.

The air was forced out of Gaz’s lungs as he rolled to avoid another hit, he coughed and spluttered as he pushed up onto his hands and knees to get back on his feet. The man with the metal bar took another swing and Gaz quickly stepped back, twisting to avoid the hit but it still caught his arm. It hurt like hell, the shock of the hit vibrating up his arm and making his teeth rattle. The rest of the men had joined them now, having hung back for a moment as gunfire had gone off. Gaz gazed between all of them, looking for his best option to get out of the situation; if there was a way out. Something he learned long ago was to know when you were outnumbered and it was time to fall back.

“Any more coming or is five it?” Gaz asked in a taunt but also as a way to convey information to the person that was hopefully on the other end of the call he made. One of the people laughed for a second as they all just stared at one another waiting for someone to make the first move. Gaz curled his hands into fists and let his eyes dart back and forth, he wasn’t going to attack first because that would make him vulnerable. He would lure them in and then do his best to disarm, disable, and run though he knew the odds of getting out of this one without help were low.

Three seconds of silent watching then all hell broke loose. Gaz felt each hit as they landed on him but he didn’t stop to truly let the pain settle in. He landed hits of his own, kicking out hard enough that he felt someone’s knee snap backward followed by a bellow of pain and a man went down. Bolstered by the fact it was three on one for the time being Gaz continued to scuffle, dodging hits when he could and only grunting for any sign of pain so as to not show these men weakness. He took a cheap shot elbow to the face that sent him sideways, stunning him for a brief second as blood flooded his mouth but that was enough for them to get the upper hand. The man he had knocked to the ground with the gun wrapped his arm around Gaz’s neck and squeezed. When Gaz quickly headbutted backward toward him he hit only hit his chin as they hefted him up.

Gaz tried to shift his legs back to sweep the guys out but the bastard with the metal pipe took a swing that landed right across his knees. The pain exploded in Gaz’s legs and he briefly saw black in his vision as he cried out and scrambled to get his feet back under him. His legs still worked but they fucking hurt. Something was busted in his right knee so even if he got out of this there would be no running. But there was no time to focus on that as the hits just started coming, one right after the other without letting up. They were aiming to incapacitate him now; the fight had been more than they bargained for and they weren’t looking to draw it out any longer. The arm around his neck was getting tighter and Gaz pulled on it with his hands, giving up trying to protect himself because if he couldn’t breathe it didn’t matter.

“Smile for the camera fuckwad,” came a heavy voice in Gaz’s ear as he was wrenched standing again, his legs no longer supporting him properly after seconds, minutes, of being hit and kicked. Someone grabbed his jaw and forcefully turned him somewhere, the left they turned him left he realized. Gaz couldn’t see what he was supposed to be looking at though, his vision was a haze after all the hits and he was sure he had blood in his eyes. “He wants to make sure the Missus gets a good shot,” he laughed before Gaz shook his head to the side to get out of the grip.

“Go to hell,” Gaz muttered, spitting out drool and blood. He knew exactly what the man was saying, who the missus was, and what she was about to be forced to see. Gaz didn’t want that, didn’t need Olivia to live with that thought, which was enough to give him a bit of steam back.

Lifting his arm up he drove his elbow back hard into the man’s diaphragm and the grip loosened around him just slightly. It was just enough for Gaz to grab the man’s thumb and bend it back hard and fast enough it snapped loudly. Gaz stumbled one step before righting himself and turning back to the fight, despite the fact he could barely see or think straight. He wasn’t running out of there, he just needed to keep buying time. Someone was bound to come around, a car, a pedestrian, fuck a little old lady walking her dog. He knew any sort of witness would scare them off and London was always full of people, it was just a matter of time before someone happened upon them.

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“Please not tonight,” Olivia begged as Henry grabbed her by the elbow and bodily dragged her from the library toward his office. She had been on pins and needles since Henry had last had her in the office, trying to figure out what to do. She knew Henry always lived up to his threats and promises but he had been quiet since that night. Not giving her a hint of what he was thinking or going to do, had even been sweet and bought her flowers which had unnerved her even more. “Henry I’m exhausted and frankly still sore,” she tried as she winced as he sat her down in his office chair.

“You’ll want to see this darling,” Henry nearly purred as he walked back to the office door and flicked the lock. “I did it for you,” he smirked as he saw the confusion on her face. He leaned around her in the chair and quickly typed in the password on the laptop there before moving back to stand with his hands on her shoulders. He had pulled up a live video feed and waited for Olivia to figure out what she was looking at.

“What?” She asked leaning forward a bit to try and figure out what this was all about. It was a dimly lit area; a street or tunnel of some sort and she squinted to try and make out where this was. “What is this Henry?” Olivia asked, feeling unease settle over her but she wasn’t sure exactly what for because it was just an empty street.

Henry looked at his phone for a second before smirking and looking up at the laptop again, “just wait a moment. Patience my love,” he was practically oozing smugness and delight and he looked down at Olivia who turned her head to watch him. None too gently he grabbed the back of her head and turned it back to the screen. “You’re going to miss it; I doubt it’ll last very long. Though I’ll keep the recording just for you. For when you need to remember.”

Goosebumps erupted on Olivia’s skin as she looked back at the screen and spotted someone walk into the frame. He was moving quickly with his coat collar turned up but then the man stopped and turned to look behind him and Olivia saw his face. It was grainy footage but she knew Kyle’s face anywhere. She gasped and attempted to turn to look at Henry but he held her head fast. “Henry, what are you doing?” Olivia asked, her hands moving to grip the desk as men closed in around Kyle and he stuffed his cell phone back into his jacket pocket. “Henry stop this,” Olivia said after a moment before the gunshot went off as Gaz tackled one of them. There was no sound on the video but Olivia saw the flash, watched all the men flinch and she screamed.

“Quiet,” Henry instructed as his eyes darted to the office door to make sure no one was nearby and came knocking. “Don’t ruin this for me,” he grinned as he moved around the chair to hover near Olivia’s shoulder, his face pressed close to hers to take in the scene on the laptop but also her face. “I warned you. I told you to leave it alone, but you didn’t listen and now he gets to pay the price. I honestly thought you would have tried to tell him, tried to help him,” he chuckled as Gaz took the hit to the knees and lost his footing. “But self-preservation has always been your downfall. Keep yourself alive and well and fuck everyone else, isn’t that right love? Isn’t that why you chose me? Keep that cushy little life, keep your family from going under, or be exposed for all their illegal dealings? Can’t ruin that family name or let daddy go to jail.”

Olivia was crying, her hands pressed against her mouth as she watched Kyle take hit after hit, unable to outdo the five men who had trapped him. She attempted to close her eyes and look away but Henry shook her and forced her to keep watching, keep seeing Kyle attempt to hold it together as he was beaten mercilessly with fists and weapons. He couldn’t take much more and she whimpered as one of the men yanked his head around to fully face the camera and Henry pressed a few buttons on the keyboard and zoomed in a bit. He looked awful, he was badly battered and there was blood all over his face and mouth. He was dazed but then she saw Kyle say something and he broke free of the hold, deftly getting the man off his back and stumbling to the side before straightening preparing to fight again.

“Don’t get your hopes up,” Henry mused as he saw Olivia widen her eyes and sit up straighter watching. Gaz was barely able to stand up straight but Henry would give him the fact that he wasn’t going to go down on his knees, he was a good little soldier. “Ah, there, see?” Henry added with a laugh after a small fight ensued and Gaz took a final hit across the chest with the metal pipe and he fell down winded before taking a kick to the face and falling to the ground limp. “Makes the job easier to look like a mugging. More bruises and all that,” he mused as he quickly sent a message on his phone.

Olivia was leaning over the laptop, her knuckles white as she gripped the wood and silently willed Kyle to get up. He wasn’t moving and she flinched herself as one of the men kicked him over onto his back and started rooting around in his pockets and pulled out what looked to be his phone and wallet, along with a pistol that was tucked into his back waistband. “Get up,” Olivia whispered silently, “please.”

“He had a gun this whole time and never used it?” Henry laughed, actually sounding genuinely amused, “good people are always so noble. He probably would have lived if he took the risk,” he grinned as Olivia quickly jerked in the chair to face him. “Oh. You thought this was just a beatdown? A warning shot of sort?” He smirked as Olivia turned a delicate shade of green and he saw her chest rapidly rise and fall. “I already told you how this was going to end, remember? Come now you remember,” he prodded before gesturing for her to look at the screen again.

Olivia watched as the men smashed Kyle’s phone on the ground and pulled items out of his wallet before throwing it down next to the phone. One of them took the pistol and tucked it into their own pants before two of them bent down and lifted Kyle’s still unconscious form up and started to walk him out of what Olivia figured out was an overpass and down the sidewalk a bit.

“Stop this,” Olivia shrieked as Henry switched cameras to follow where they were moving. London was covered in cameras and Olivia was certain while she could see this now this footage would miraculously disappear overnight or be corrupted. “Stop this,” she tried again, her voice getting even higher as she watched another man come to assist in hefting Kyle’s body up onto the railing. “Please Henry, I’ll do anything. Please!”

“See, you say that but then you just do as you want. I think it’s time you learned from your mistakes. Really understand that there are consequences to your actions. That while you are my wife you will do as I say. If you don’t, then you’ll see what happens when you disobey or disappoint me. Be grateful it was only him this time and not your mother or father,” he grinned as Olivia glanced at him for a moment, taking in the look of fear on her face, before he pushed her cheek to force her to watch what was happening.

It was over in a second. If Olivia had blinked she would have missed it, but she didn’t. She stared horrified as the men pushed Kyle’s limp body over the railing and into the rushing Thames river below.

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