#it was after i gave a presentation so idk if that's what prompted it

[mariesoliver]

This man fr just passed me a note saying "if alah was a woman it would be you". Will never get over that

[torialefay]

Hey!! Can I request prompt #5 with chan? Where he hates you for some reason but later find out he was just avoiding you because he actually likes you?? And fem!reader decides to tease him by riling him up and he tries to act like a dom but really he is just a subby puppy? Idk why I can definitely see Chris as someone who tries to act dominant but when it comes to actually doing the deed he gets so shy and can’t even say full sentences because of how intense the pleasure is 😩

didn't mean for it to get this long, but i present to you:

I Think You're Really Pretty Too 🤭

bangchan x reader (f); sub-ish!shy!chan SMUT

• knock. knock. knock. "chris? can I have a word with you?"

• you waited patiently outside of chris's studio door.

• it wasn't long before the heavy door opened up, a confused-looking chris on the other side.

• "oh... hey," he said, looking down awkwardly.

• "care if i come in?" you said, annoyed.

• he didn't say anything, just stepped back a bit, moving the door with him.

• you barged in, almost frantic. you were acting off of your adrenaline high, but still trying to calm yourself down.

• you paced to the other side of his body, waiting for the door to close behind you.

• as soon as the door shut, you came right in front of him, only inches from his chest.

• "listen," you started. "i get it that you don't like me or whatever- that's not a secret. but i'd really appreciate it if you could keep your eye rolling when i'm talking at a minimum," you huffed at him.

• he looked taken aback. like out of all things that could be happening, it couldn't be this.

• his eyes shot up, offering no verbal response.

• "really? i've been trying to be the mature one but i'm serious, you can't keep acting like this. i don't even know what i did to you in the first place." you sized him up and down.

• "y/n, i didn't mean it like that," he breathed out, looking off to the side. anywhere but at you.

• "oh yeah, then what did you mean it like? because the last time i checked, you're either always ignoring me, being mean to me, or making fun of me. at a certain point, there has to be a line."

• you were upset now. couldn't he see that you were trying to have an ACTUAL conversation about this? but nooo, he's just gonna put on a sad face and pretend like he doesn't know what's going on. but not this time.

• "what have i ever done to you? i've always tried to be nice to you! in the beginning i did everything right just to try to ammend whatever it was that was wrong. but nothing pleases you, does it? you just can't be happy or satisfied with anything i do? if you hated me so much, why didn't you just talk to jyp and get me kicked out?"

• you were heated at this point. and apparently so was chan. his cheeks were flustered and he was trying his best to make eye contact, but gave up after a half second.

• "i don't hate you, y/n," he let out in a small voice. it made you laugh.

• "you don't hate me? then what do you call it? because you sure as hell don't like me."

• again, no response. his ears were red now too as he stared at the floor. his mouth curled up into a tight half-grin, like he was trying to get something out, but couldn't. you could see his hands turn into fists, balling up the extra fabric at the ends of his hoodie sleeves, nervously wriggling.

• that's when it dawned on you. maybe chan didn't hate you at all. maybe it was quite the opposite. maybe that's why he never would leave you alone. never would stop taunting you. you had just chalked it up to him being an asshole, especially when he was around his friends. he just always had to be the "alpha male" in the room. not so alpha now though, is he?

• you took a slight step back, running your tongue across your teeth and rolling your mouth into a smile. you eyed him up and down. "christopher, do you have anything you'd like to tell me?" you teased.

• he knew he was in for it now. he couldn't escape.

• "no, i don't know what you're talking about," he tried to lie.

• "i think you know quite well what i'm talking about," you smirked and crossed your arms.

• he looked up at you with questioning eyes, but you stared right back with interrogating ones. you wouldn't let up.

• "fine, fine. maybe i don't dislike you. i guess i kind of like you..." he trailed off. you couldn't force his face to look up to you if you tried.

• he looked so cute like this, you thought. he's not the big bad chan everyone made him out to be. no... he was just a little channie with a big crush on you. you decided to see how far you could take it. how cute he could get with that blush over his face.

• "oh really?" you smiled at him, flirting. "tell me what you like about me." you were going to toy with him like a cat with a mouse.

• "oh my gosh..."

• "come on channie, use your words for me."

• he froze when he heard you call him by his nickname. it made him feel so tiny. but something in him also felt so seen.

• "i guess i like that you are..." he slowly brought his eyes back up to yours. "so pretty... and nice... and smart... and talented. and-" you cut him off.

• "you think i'm pretty, channie?" you batted your eyelashes.

• "well uhm- yeah- i mean i think you're... beautiful. but i know that's weird to say and i know you probably don't feel the same and that's okay, but that's just how i feel and i guess that's why i act the way that i do around you because i just dont know how to act normal and.. i'm sorry, this is really embarrassing," you let him ramble until he brought his hands up to hide his face. he smiled into them, squeezing his eyes shut like he could just squeeze away all of his discomfort.

• you took his hands off of his face and held them in your own.

• "i think you're really pretty too," you smiled at him, rubbing a small circle into his hand. he felt his heart leap out of his chest. you decided to push him further.

• "you know, i never really thought about it before, but maybe we could try this out? me and you?" you teased.

• you moved his hands that were still resting in yours to move along to your hips, when they were situated on you, you guided his hands down until they were resting over your ass.

• he couldn't even move, too flabbergasted at what you were doing to him. he felt himself instantly get hard in his shorts.

• "how does that feel, handsome?"

• "it feels good," he choked out.

• "yeah?" you moved your body until it was pressed up against his. you let one free hand walk its way up his chest until it reached the collar of his shirt. you gave a quick tug, pulling his face closer to yours.

• "and how do you think it would feel if i kissed you?"

• he let out a small moan, closing his eyes. that's all the confirmation you needed.

• you pressed your lips to his, wasting no time being gentle. your one goal was to show him what he'd been messing with this whole time.

• as you deepened the kiss, throwing your tongue into his mouth and biting at his lips, he finally got comfortable enough to run his hands along the outline of your ass. he gave a few good squeezes and let out another moan into the kiss.

• "feels good?" you asked as you pulled back. you could see the bliss in his eyes as you spoke.

• "mmm yes," he gave a half smile.

• "and what if i did this?" you kept the one hand pulling taut on his collar, while the other made it's way down his chest, to his abdomen, and finally down to rest right over his bulge.

• he gulped.

• "what? channie doesn't want it?" you almost giggled.

• "no, no! please. please do it."

• "please do what? remember how i said use your words?" you had the biggest bullying smirk on your face.

• "please touch me," he breathed out, closing his eyes.

• you let your hand grasp onto him, feeling how hard he already was under his shorts.

• he let out a soft hiss at your touch. it just made you smile bigger.

• "mmm so you do like it. what if i moved my fingers like this?" you made a grappling motion, putting fingers on each side of his dick and jerking slowly up and down, as much as the fabric would allow.

• he lost his breath for a moment. "mmm yes. more please."

• "more? you want me to go harder?" you flashed your teeth in a big smile and started quickening the pace of your hand. you watched as he whined and rutted against it, trying to get any friction he could.

• he suddenly pushed your hips down closer onto him to that his dick could make contact with the fabric of your skirt as he thrust.

• "you're gonna make me horny if you don't stop," you said, threateningly. it made him want to agg you on even more. he reached a hand down to start thumbing at your clit, getting a newfound confidence.

• "mmmm good boy," you cooed, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "just like that."

• he kept rubbing up and down with just enough pressure until you started to not be able to handle it anymore.

• "keep going. harder," you instructed, now rutting your own hips into his hand.

• your clit was now engorged and hot. you could feel yourself seeping out of your underwear. you knew chan could feel it too.

• "ah fuckkkk, just like that," you instructed, as he followed your commands. "don't stop rutting up into me either. keep going as hard as you can."

• he kept moving his hips, but a few whimpers were coming out with each stroke. you didn't dare let the tension off of your hand around his dick as he moved.

• "y/n... i think i'm gonna cum. i think i'm gonna cum," he whined.

• "yeah? mmm look at you, gonna cum so hard for me in your own fucking pants." you teased.

• he could only cry out a small moan in response.

• "don't fucking stop. don't you dare stop until i cum. keep rubbing me. harder. make me fucking cum christopher."

• his eyes shut tight as he pressed his entire weight into his hand, making sure to keep the same steady rhythm onto you, but giving you the heavy amount of pressure you needed to feel every little movement. it all got overwhelming so quickly. in a matter of seconds, you felt it hit you. it rushed over your body like a wave.

• "fuck fuck fuck. keep going. keep going. you're doing so fucking good," you instructed him. you rode out your high, gripping onto his hand for dear life.

• chan thought he was going to burst. he couldn't help himself any longer.

• "please can i cum? i can't hold on-" he cried, the feeling of your hand and your hips getting too much for him.

• "you can cum now, channie," you said, panting. "be a good boy and cum all over your pants for me. show me what you were hiding this whole time."

[kuromochimi]

Pros and Cons

Rin Itoshi x F!Reader

If you’ve seen friends or if you want to see where I got the prompt from, it’s from when ross had to choose between two girls and made a pros and cons list to help him decide.

Content: angst to fluff, aged up characters (18+), not proof read

Rin didn’t think he’d ever end up in such a situation. See, despite there being a long line of women willing to climb mountains just to have a chance at being with rin, he very rarely entertained any of them… mostly because he already had his eyes set on someone else. You. But life’s circumstances never really gave you two any way to work on what you both knew could happen. He was mostly having away games or training and you were too busy with a blooming career somewhere far from where he usually wad. “It’s not the time”. The line rin would always tell himself. The right time just never seemed to present itself.

Unfortunately, time won’t always be friendly to continuously missed chances. After years of not having anything happen, rin came to the conclusion that maybe it just wasn’t meant to be. Besides, you’ve had a few boyfriends and situationships here and there and rin, being surrounded by his team mates and their stories about how good it feels to have someone supporting them from the stands, he got impatient so he decided to give someone a try. Mai. One of the team’s PR managers. She always was nice to rin, pretty, soft spoken, understanding, basically what most men would want. Fortunately for rin, she also seemed to harbor some sort of attraction towards him. Nothing serious at the moment but definitely something to start with. A few dates here and there. Hang outs at home and all. Mai was aware that rin couldn’t commit yet and neither was she. The arrangement they had worked for both. But boy, was timing a bitch to rin. Roughly 3 months into dating mai, rin was rendered frozen in place when he received a message from you.

You: Rin! I’ve been assigned to work near your home stadium. Did I get that right? idk if that’s what you call it but yeah. I just moved in yesterday. Want to meet up? :)

As rin was mindlessly staring and repeatedly reading your message, reo passed by and “accidentally” saw the message. “dude, who’s that? isn’t mai going to get jealous?” Rin snapped back into reality after realizing his friends had seen what was going on. Isagi looked as well and as he read the contact name, a bulb went up his head “oh wait isn’t that the girl you used to like before you started dating mai?” A few banters here and there about the team invading rin’s privacy, shidou chimed in out of nowhere “Know what? Why don’t you make a pros and cons list for the girls? I know damn well you still like that one but you also seem smitten as fuck for mai so.. pros and cons man” and most of the time, only bullshit comes out of shidou’s mouth but god, rin was at such a crossroads, he gave in. With the help of his teammates, a list was made.

Later that day, rin agreed to meet with you. It’s not that he had already decided or that he was confident you still had feelings for him but he thought it wouldn’t hurt. Besides, he had already asked mai about it and she was more than okay with it. She even half joked half meant said that if things work out between you and rin, she should at least be invited to the wedding. When rin arrived at the meet up place and he saw you sitting and looking around, there was no doubt in his heart. It was still you and he was a big fool for ever thinking that dating someone else would ever work. Not to deny that mai was a great girl and that they matched pretty well.. it’s just that you were it for him. At that moment, he thanked the heavens that his arrangement with mai wasn’t serious yet. He felt bad having to end or because the relationship had its fair share of ups but, god, seeing you again just locked him in and it would feel wrong dating anyone else when he was this crazy for you. Rin walked up to you and gently tapped your shoulder. You immediately looked back to see him and as if on instinct, you jumped up to hug him. “Rin! How have you been?!” You exclaimed while still hugging him. “Hello to you too, yn” he calmly replied back while hugging back, cradling your head gently in his hand.

The meet up went as well as you had hoped. Lots of catching up, rin touring you around, trying out different food places. It was a fun welcome to the city. In the evening, as rin was about to drive you home, he realized that he left his phone at the restaurant. “Sorry yn, can you wait a bit, I think I left my phone” you gave him a gentle nod as he left the car. You let out a heavy sigh because god were you nervous. You wanted to finally try it out with rin since you were close by and distance wouldn’t be an issue anymore. As you were thinking of ways to tell him what you wanted to do, a piece of paper with your name on it caught your attention. It was at the little compartment in between the driver’s seat and your seat. Not meaning to be nosy but also being extremely curious, you picked it up and unfolded. You were half expecting a cute note but you were met with a pros and cons list. Specifically the cons list which had “unstable” and “needs career” which you immediately interpreted as him conveying that you looked to have no stability and that you had a career he deemed insufficient to consider as a relevant enough career. And it hurt. It hurt because he was right. Compared to him, your career was small and you couldn’t exactly blame him but you didn’t think he’d see it as something bad enough to consider it a “con”. You didn’t even realize you were crying and you didn’t realize that rin had just opened the door to his seat. “Yn? Hey what’s the matter?” He sounded so worried and caring but that didn’t matter. “I- I’m taking a cab, rin I’m sorry” his eyes darted to the piece of paper in your grasp and his face fell pale. “yn listen, wait” he gently grabbed your wrist and you let him. “I know this looks bad. Fuck, it is bad. But it’s not what you think. I don’t think you’re unstable or any of that. It’s just.. what I’m trying to say is that you being busy with your career, we wouldn’t be stable is what I’m trying to say there. And that you wouldn’t want to pick anything over your career at the moment. I swear I just.. I’m not good with words please believe me. And the other girl on the list, I tried dating someone else but when I saw you today, everything just fell into place. I like you still, I know you know that. She knows it too” and he was telling the truth. It just wasn’t sinking into your head that he was saying that he wanted a relationship? The person you’ve loved since senior year of high school likes you back. You always had a guy feel but he never acted on it so you brushed it off but now he just confessed. “Let me make it up to you and all the years we missed?” Rin asked with a smile.

[ysljoon]

Whumptober Day 5-Keegan P. Russ

✲Prompt: Debris

✲Warnings: angst (its rlly angsty read at your own discretion yall), main chaarcter death, explosion, feelings of grief

✲a/n: yall i shed some tears as i wrote this my goodness but anyways enjoy this is my first time writing keegan and idk if this is too ooc for him but fuck it we ball

✲MINORS DNI (have your age in your bio or you're getting blocked)

There was smoke thickening the air and obscuring your vision. Your eyes dilated to get back into focus. The last thing you remember was a loud boom and you blacked out after. You squinted trying to look around trying to understand your surroundings as the dust started to settle. You don’t know who detonated an explosive but it was pretty easy to assume it wasn’t anyone from the team or any accompanying allies that came for assistance. You clambered from the rubble your body was rag-dolled into and steadied yourself, but stumbled once you realized there was a gash down the entirety of your outer thigh. Your adrenaline is through the roof for you to even feel it right now.

You limped through the rubble trying to see any familiar faces from your team or just any individual to know you weren’t alone. The sun was still bright and the heat was stifling. You needed to pace yourself or else you would be stranded with no one to help you if you passed out from heat exhaustion or dehydration. You decided to take a break and sat down on the closest pile of rubble by your feet. Suddenly a hand wrapped around your ankles and it startled you. The scream you let out was earsplitting, to say the least. 

“Kid you’re gonna kill me off with that scream alone.”

The raspy and strained voice you heard was too familiar for it to be a coincidence. You turned and dropped to your knees without any hesitation and were presented with the sight of Keegan with half of his body covered under a pile of wreckage leftover from the explosion. Your body went into immediate panic mode and started to push away the rubble piece by piece. Keegan reached out and tried to stop you, but you were too caught up in trying to help him out.

“Just hold on, I'll get you out and then I’ll patch you up in the meantime until evac comes and then we can properly get you taken care of!.” You began to speed up your movements and this time he clutched your wrist. His grip was so much softer than what you were used to and it pulled you out of your panicked frenzy.

“Doll I’m done for you just gotta leave me here. I’m bleeding out as we speak and even if I do survive this I’m paralyzed from the waist down. I’m not useful either way.” He gave you a soft smile and tears started to well in your eyes. “Keegan you can’t expect me to just leave you here!” You started to tremble from your sobs. You were at a loss as to what to do after hearing Keegan’s words. There was no way you could leave Keegan here he was your everything. He was the one who kept you grounded when missions got to be all too much for you. 

“Just keep me company until my last moments, doll, it’s all I ask for.” He grasped your hand and rubbed his thumb soothingly across your knuckles. The sobs started to come out even harder as you finally came to accept that this was the end. You slid down onto your stomach and just stared at Keegan. You couldn’t bring yourself to even say anything. He craned his neck and placed a chaste kiss on your forehead. “I love you, kid, don’t ever forget it, and don’t forget about me.” His hands were trembling more and his skin was getting paler and paler and the sun started to set. You wailed and let all the tears flow out as you watched his life gradually leave his body. You couldn’t bring yourself to sleep, you stared at the stars with your body curled up next to Keegan’s corpse just hoping that you could be taken away soon enough to meet with Keegan once again.

[avatarmerida]

Til You Make It

Okay so this was something I wanted to have finished for Valentines Day (and it shows) but then idk I just didn’t. But I wanted to finish it and at some point it became way longer than a drabble but I don’t have enough to do like a full multi chapter story so here’s some corny huntlow fake dating that’s king for no reason. Idk how I feel about it but maybe it’s just because I’ve been staring at it too long. Okay byyyyyeeee.

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“...and then you pick truth or dare and we keep going back and forth like that,” Gus finished explaining the rules of the game. The boys had such a fun time sharing a room in the human realm they decided to have a sleepover and Gus was walking Hunter through the difference between sharing a room and sleeping over. The main difference was the games you played, according to Gus.

“Okay so I guess… truth?” Hunter said tentatively as they sat on the ground in front of Gus’ bed, their new matching Cosmic Frontier sleeping bags laid neatly beneath them.

“Okaaay,” Gus sang with a mischievous grin. “Tell me a secret…”

“Oh, well I don’t think we have any secrets anymore, I mean after everything that’s happened I think you must know most-.”

“... about Willow.” Gus finished, raising his eyebrow.

“Why would I know one of Willow’s secrets?” Hunter stuttered nervously. “A-and even if I did, I would never divulge one without her permission. Why would you-.”

“I’m preeeetty sure you have at least one secret involving Willow,” Gus cut him off as he reached for his juice box sitting on the nightstand. By now, Hunter’s massive crush on their friend was old news but Gus knew Hunter was making some progress, but getting him to open up about it presented its challenges. He thought this was the perfect game to get the ball rolling or at least see where the ball was. “But if you would rather do a dare…”

“No! No, it’s fine.” Hunter said, taking a deep breath. “There actually… is something I’ve been wanting to talk about. But everything stays confidential, right?”

“I’ll take the solemn vow of secrecy that Avery pledged to O’Bailey.” Gus said with a serious face that put Hunter at ease, knowing the severity of the oath. 

“Okay,” Hunter took another deep breath as he fiddled with his thumbs. “Right before… everything happened, I sent Willow a message…”

“Okaaay?” Said Gus, prompting him to continue. “What about?”

“I uh, well… we had been messaging a lot and I… really liked talking to her and she asked if I could push up my next day off so we could hang out and I said I might be able to after the Day of Unity and I said maybe we could even… goonadate.”

“What?!” Gus exclaimed, spitting out his juice. “Are you serious?!”

“That was before I knew what the Day of Unity really was!” Hunter sputtered. 

“I know that!” Said Gus, saving his mouth with a napkin. “I’m talking about you asking Willow out! Dude, that’s huge!”

“I know!” Hunter exclaimed, reaching for a pillow to scream into. “I nearly threw my scroll across the room afterwards. I-I don't know what came over me I just… said it! I didn’t really know what it meant! Darius joked about it, about me asking her on a date and so I just asked him what that meant and he said it was two people who liked each other spending time together alone and I… liked how it sounded. I didn’t really know about the romantic part until after but even then I… I think I still would’ve asked.”

“Hmm, I bet you would have,” Gus said with a smirk. “But, wait, why haven’t you guys gone on one?” Gus gave a little gasp. “Did she say no?”

“She never replied,” sighed Hunter. “Granted, it was late and she did mention she was tired so she might’ve fallen asleep. But then ya, know alot of stuff happened and then when I saw you guys at Hexside, I didn’t have my scroll to see if she saw it or responded. I mean, there was really no good time to bring it up! And I thought she didn’t bring it up because… maybe she did say no.”

“Well you have your scroll now! Did she ever reply?”

“Not to that message,” said Hunter, pulling it up and scrolling through a sea of messages. “After that it's mostly ‘are you okay?’ And ‘why are there scouts at the Owl House?’ She changed the subject, probably to let me down easy.”

“Or because she was worried about your safety?” Gus offered, knowing that was the real answer. “If we wanna know if she got it, we gotta ask her!”

Hunter’s eyes widened in panic. “No! There’s too many variables! What if she was gonna say no? What if she never saw it but would’ve said no? What if she said yes but she’s changed her mind? What if-?”

“What if she said ‘sure, when?’ but it never sent and she thinks that you left her on read?” Gus countered and Hunter gasped at the very notion.

“I would never!” He hissed. “Willow knows that! She knows… doesn’t she?”

“There’s only one way to find out,” said Gus.

“But… what if I waited too long and she lost interest or never had interest and I’ll just make her uncomfortable if I talk about it-.”

“Dude, stop.” Gus said firmly, cutting him off before he totally spiraled. “Even if Willow doesn’t like you that way, she’s still your friend and cares about you. She would never try to make you feel bad about having feelings.”

“You’re right Gus,” Hunter sighed, looking fondly at the profile picture of Willow smiling brightly back at him. “I should just come clean and express my feelings more directly.”

“Exactly!”

“In a handwritten note!” Hunter declared with flair.

“That’s… a start.”

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So Hunter drafted his love note.

And then it turned into more of a novel, so he revised it so it wasn’t so overwhelming and got it down to a respectable page and a half. He carried it with him everywhere, waiting for the right moment. He had selected a simple light green envelope and doodled tiny flowers in the corners, as though he was worried the elegant way he wrote her name on the front in bold gold ink wasn’t clue enough that it was meant for her. 

He needed to ensure there was no confusion about whether or not she saw it.

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“Guys, guys guys!” said Hunter in a panicky tone as he rushed to the lunch table with Gus and Willow sat and had just been wondering where he was. He quickly sat down beside Willow and lowered his voice as though he was on the run, his hazel eyes overrun with guilt. “I did something bad.”

“Cool! What?” asked Willow, in the middle of opening a pudding cup.

“Well, I was on my way here and I ran into Boscha-

“Ew.” said Willow, naturally. 

“And she… asked me out.” Hunter winced before proceeding to explain as fast as he could.  “And of course I said no but she wouldn’t drop it until I gave her a good reason so I panicked and I sort of lied and said that you’re my girlfriend so she’d leave me alone.” 

“Oh.” Willow said as Hunter examined her face for the disapproval he assumed his confession would warrant, but she seemed more focused on the stubborn top of her pudding. “So what’s the bad thing you did?” 

“I-I lied!” Hunter said, as though she had not heard.

“Yeah, to Boscha.” Willow shrugged, saying the name like it left a bad taste in her mouth.

“But I lied about you!”

“Yeah, to Boscha,” Willow repeated again with a small laugh. “Hunter, I know better than anyone how persistent Boscha can be. If lying about me being your girlfriend gets her to leave you alone, I’m more than fine with it.”

“Really?” 

“Really.” Willow assured him, finally opening the cup and placing the pudding in front of him before turning to open her own. She knew he was always running late to lunch because he had a habit of staying after class to ask follow up questions and the run in with Boscha had only delayed him more. 

“Oh, okay…”

“Ya know, I’m surprised Boscha would ask you out,” chuckled Willow before fully hearing how her words could be taken. Her eyes widened in a slight panic and she raised her hands as she tried to explain. “Not that I don’t understand wanting to date you! No, it’s just that I’m surprised Boscha could see how amazing you are! She doesn’t normally have such great taste. I mean uh, well you know what I mean.”

“Heh, yeah,” said Hunter, sipping the drink Gus had brought him as he tried not to think too much into what she said. Not that I don’t understand wanting to date you…

“Okay, I get not wanting to date Boscha but why did you say you were dating Willow?” asked Gus.

“Well who else was I supposed to say?”

“Literally anyone else?” said Gus, fully aware that Willow was often already on Hunter’s mind and it was most likely the result of a reflex or wishful thinking. “Or like, don’t give her a name? You could’ve said she went to a different school or something. Even if Boscha did respect boundaries, you know how she treats Willow. She’ll probably try and break you up just to hurt her.”

“Hmmm maybe not,” said Willow, a thought forming behind her eyes. 

“What do you mean?” asked Gus.

“Well, she might try to break us up,” started Willow. “Ooor she might be too embarrassed for anyone to know that Hunter would rather go out with half-a-witch Willow over her.”

“I mean, I guess that’s not a lie,” Hunter reasoned. “Except for the half-a-witch part.” He reached over and placed his hand over hers and looked seriously into her eyes. “Please don’t call yourself that.”

Willow’s eyes fluttered from his hand on hers up to his face, looking at her with total sincerity, his value of her outweighing any nerves that could accompany the action. She felt like a butterfly was loose in her chest, flying rapidly around in her ribcage. 

“Ya know, I bet if she saw you holding my hand she would lose her mind,” said Willow with a mischievous grin, loving both parts of the sentence. 

“Oh! Uh, well yeah … I guess?” stuttered Hunter, not sure if he should remove his hand or not. “I mean, that’s not why I-.”

“I mean, if I’m gonna be your fake girlfriend then it’s gonna look convincing,” Willow decided, instantly onboard. “We should probably hold hands alot more, especially if we just started dating; we’ll have to be even more obnoxious than Amity and Luz.”

“Is that even possible?”

“Well, let’s find out,” said Willow slyly, turning her hand over to lace her fingers with Hunter’s. She continued to eat her lunch as though this multitasking was second nature. “Oh yeah, Boscha would hate this.”

“Haha yeah,” Hunter laughed nervously, unable to fully process what was happening but knowing it felt very nice. He put his elbow on the table and rested his chin on his other hand as he admired their connected hands as he tried to convincingly convey a  teenager in love. “She’d totally hate this.” he sighed with a dopey grin. .

“You know I’d do anything for you, right?” Willow smiled. “And if sticking it to Boscha is a part of helping you, well how could I say no?”

“Are you sure? I mean, I know it wasn’t the smartest thing to-.”

“Nah, it’s fine.” Willow insisted. “It’s kinda perfect actually, she was being a pest yesterday about how I didn’t have a date for Bleeding Hearts Day. It’s really none of her business but it’ll be kind of nice getting to see her face when it turns out that I do.”

“Oh, right.” 

“It kind of sounds like fun, actually, like an undercover mission. We can meet after school to plan our fake relationship, sound good?”

“S-sure, yeah.” 

“Well, I gotta go check on my bulbs before next period  to make sure they’re adjusting to their new soil, but wanna walk to class together, boyfriend?” She said the term in such an overly sweet way, Hunter thought his teeth might fall out. She said it the same way she would say his name when she thought he was keeping a secret that she knew she could work it out of him with very little effort. Was it because they shared a secret now or did she know something else was up? Either way, he wanted to hear her say it over and over again. 

“Oh, uh y-yeah of course!” He chuckled nervously. “We can uh hold hands too I guess…” he sheepishly sipped his drink and Willow just giggled, knowing he had not intended to get himself into this situation and felt out of place not being prepared. But luckily her mind was racing with solutions. 

“You betcha,” she confirmed, rising from the table and giving him a playful wink. “I’ll meet you by your locker?”

“I’ll be there!” he said with enthusiasm, waving to Willow as she walked away keeping his eyes on her until she left the cafeteria entirely. “Oh Titan I’ve made things worse.”  Hunter groaned into his hands once he knew Willow was out of earshot. 

“Sooo what happened to giving her the note?” Gus asked, taking a bite of his sandwich.“Isn’t this like skipping a few steps?”

“I-I don’t know! It all happened so fast!” Hunter mumbled. “I was about to put the note in Willow’s locker when Boscha walked by and took it from me!  She saw Willow’s name on the front and went to rip it up and hen I asked her not to, she read it. She read it in this ugly high pitched voice and threatened to tell everyone and I… panicked.”

“What did the note say exactly?”

Hunter’s face turned a bright shade of crimson, having intended for the note to remain personal and having it exposed once already today was a lot. “It… just said that I liked her and I wanted to see if she wanted to see a professional flyer derby game with me for Bleeding Hearts Day.” Hunter summarized, the real note had been hard enough to condense as he wanted to make sure he covered all his bases and thoroughly expressed his feelings. 

“Aww, Willow would love that!”

“Right?! Then Bocha tried to turn it into something bad like I should be embarrassed about liking her but I’m not. But she could tell I was embarrassed about something and so she threatened to tell everyone and I didn’t want Willow to find out from her so… I said that she was already my girlfriend. I mean, Luz and Amity send each other notes like that all the time so it’s believable, right?”

“So Boscha didn’t really ask you out?”

“No.” Hunter buried face in his hands and groaned. “Ugh, and I lied to Willow too! But I didn’t know how to explain to Willow why I lied to Boscha without telling her everything and now…”

“Now you get to show Willow what a great boyfriend you’d be.” Gus finished.

“What?”

“I mean, maybe you didn’t totally blow it,” Gus continued. “I mean, Willow didn’t seem upset about people thinking she was your girlfriend. Maybe that’s a good thing?”

“But it’s pulling her into my lie!” Hunter said. “Relationships shouldn’t be based on lies!”

“I mean, you tried pulling her into a coven and she still likes you,” Gus pointed out, as he continued to chew. “Fake it til you make it, right?”

“Right,” said Hunter with a small, uneasy smile. “Fake it til you make it.”

—-

“Hey boyfriend.” Willow smiled as she turned the corner to see Hunter gathering his books. Hearing her refer to him like that made his knees feel weak. It sounded so natural.

“Hey g-girlfriend,” he said, trying to summon the same confidence she had. But the word felt almost forbidden. But very nice. “H-how are your plants?”

“They’re great!” She exclaimed. “Thanks for asking, what a sweet attentive boyfriend I have.”

Hunter blushed, he had always asked her about her plants. 

“So Luz, Amity, and I are practically rom com experts,” said Willow proudly. “That, plus being around the two of them nonstop, makes me confident that I have the expertise to ensure that we can be a very convincing couple.”

“I mean, we would only have to be a couple around Bocha right? And we aren’t around Boscha that much so you don’t have to put yourself out for me.”

“Nonsense!” Willow insisted. “You’re still getting used to things but I know how high school works. Word travels fast, everyone is looking for gossip. We can’t risk the mission crumbling due to carelessness.” Her voice dived into a serious whisper that lured Hunter down to hear her better, her tone covered him in a sense of urgency as though this truly was the mission of a lifetime. “There are eyes everywhere.”

“Of course, Captain,” he said with a serious nod, his voice low and gravely which sent a chill down Willow’s spine.

“I won’t lie, there may be challenges,” said Willow embracing the theatrics of the moment. “After last time, Boscha will be looking for any reason to try and prove that I-.”

“‘Last time?’” Hunter asked. “What do you mean ‘last time?’” 

He knew he wasn’t referring to their scuffle at New Hexside. He knew Willow’s history with Bosha was complicated, but had he done something to worsen it?

“Okay, listen it’s not a big deal,” Willow began in a forced tone that suggested it definitely was. “But last year ago before Luz even got here, there was someone in a few of my classes that I kind of had a crush on,” she fiddled with her braid as she cleared her throat. “I thought they were really nice and cute but I was shy so I didn’t really have the confidence to talk to them. So I wrote a note to tell them how I felt and put it in their locker. A few days later they wrote me back and they… asked me to go to Grom.”

“And you said yes?”

Willow nodded. “I was really excited, I had never been asked out on a date before,” she recalled. “I even saved up to buy a new dress. And my dads were maybe even more excited than me, they were gonna take hundreds of pictures, and they waited with me for them to come pick me up like they said they would. And we waited, and waited, and waited. But they never showed up.”

“Did something happen to them?”

“When I asked them about it at school the next day…they just laughed. They laughed like it was the most ridiculous joke they had ever heard, going to a dance with me. Turns out, it was. They were never gonna show up for me because they had never really asked me. The note was from Boscha.”

 “No!”

Willow took a deep breath, it had been awhile since she had shared this story. “Yeah. She had somehow found out about the note and sent the fake one as a prank so I’d either show up and be humiliated or miss the dance all together. Kind of a win-win for her.”

“Willow, that’s awful.” said Hunter, feeling as though he was about to cry, sorry he was causing her to relive the painful memory. He wondered if Boscha had been planning to repeat herself when she caught Hunter trying to leave Willow his note. He shuddered at the idea of her getting a note like that thinking it was from him. His galdertone ached at the idea that she could've gotten his note and thought it was written as a cruel joke. 

“So it took me awhile to trust myself when I started liking someone, and even longer to believe that someone could ever like me like that.” said Willow. 

“Willow I'm so sorry that happened to you, that’s just… you don’t… Oh, I’m sorry I got you involved in this,” said Hunter. “I-I don’t know why I did, I mean I knew how Boscha treated you, I should've known she’d find a way to try and-.”

“Hunter, it’s fine really,” Willow assured him. “I know I still let Boscha get under my skin sometimes, but I know this time is nothing like that. Plus I’d hate for her to try and do something like that to you. We’re not doing this to prove anything to her, it’s to keep her away from you. But if she found out that we were pretending… she’d be unbearable.”

“I mean she’s already unbearable,” Hunter scoffed. 

“I won’t argue with you there,” said Willow with a light chuckle.

“So… have you liked anyone… since then?” Hunter tried to ask naturally.

“Um… maybe?” A subtle blush crept onto her face and she hoped he didn't notice. He thought he imagined it. “There is… someone I kind of…”

“There is?” Hunter's heart plummeted as his eyes widened in horror. “Oh my Titan, there’s someone you like and now I’ve roped you into dating me and now they’ll think you’re taken! Willow, I’m so sorry! If you wanna break up with me I can always see if-.”

“No! No, no it’s okay,” Willow insisted. “I think they’d understand. It’s fine, I promise.”

“You’re sure?”

“Absolutely,” she said sweetly. “I’m fairly certain that pretending to date you will not hurt my chances with him.”

“Okay,” Hunter sighed, confused and relieved. His mind raced with who this person would be, this lucky, mysterious, and apparently very secure person who Willow had her eye on. He didn’t ask more questions, not wanting to pry and not wanting to increase the creeping feeling of jealousy lurking in his chest. 

“Ya know, this will be my first Bleeding Hearts day with someone, even if it’s not totally legit,” mused Willow. “It’s still exciting though. It’ll be nice to spend it with someone I care about.”

“Yeah?” Hunter asked, unable to process that she had referred to him as someone special without air quotes or sarcasm. She really was looking forward to spending time with him on the most romantic day on the Isles? He had to make it worth her sacrifice. Luckily, he had the perfect day planned for months. “Well then, if you’re not doing anything already I was thinking we could go to a pro flyer derby match together.”

Her eyes sparkled. “Really? I would love- wait, do you mean the match on Bleeding Hearts day between the Sirens and the Harpies?”

“Yeah! I-if that’s okay….” Hunter started, pulling the tickets out of his pocket where he had been keeping them safe. “I actually already got us pretty good seats, so if you-.”

“Hunter!” Willow exclaimed, taking them carefully from him to admire them. “Are you serious? How did you ever… I mean this is so… I don’t even know what to say! This is so amazing I could just kiss you!”

“Hehehe uh well I guess technically you could…” he said quietly as he scratched his face. Willow was too engrossed in the tickets for Hunter to tell if she had heard him. “But I uh, got them as a thank you. For, ya know, being my… girlfriend.”

Willow smiled as she wrapped him in a tight hug, burying her face in his chest as she lifted him off the ground. “So that does that mean… you wanna go?” he strained to ask as she squeezed him tighter. She laughed as she gently put him back on his feet, taking delight in the red mesmerized look on his face. 

“Of course! What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t?” She giggled, only slightly embarrassed at her impulse.She knew it was for show, but truthfully she couldn’t imagine a better evening than yelling in the crowd beside Hunter. How had Boscha managed to accidentally arrange one of the most perfect nights of her life? She was finally good for something, it seemed.

---

Pretending to date Hunter was unsurprisingly easy. 

They spent the day adjusting their routine to that of a couple, and it turns out they needed to adjust very little.

They already went out of their way to walk to class together, so now they walked closer and linked pinkies as they walked. 

When he dropped her off at her class, she always sent him away with an enthusiastic farwell, now she blew him a kiss before he left.

During study hall he sent her paragraphs worth of ideas for pet names. Terms of endearment tailor made for Willow that she couldn’t help but feel he thought of way too quickly, as though he already had them handy.

Such little things that made the biggest difference

During their time in the human realm, they would create little backstories for themselves to help them blend in and get adjusted to things. It was something silly they did to take their mind off the uncertainty of things and help the time pass, but now it was just a silly thing they did for reasons they couldn’t explain. Willow knew  plenty of couples weren’t overly affectionate and they didn’t need to go so deep undercover, but she was willing to commit to the bit as much as he was. It was another thing they would do back in human realm, see who would break first or who would be the first to have nothing new to add. But this was one time Willow was hoping for a draw.

 All through class she watched the clock, so eager to see him again and add another detail to their story. Her favorite part was when the bit reached a point where it felt like an elaborate inside joke that blurred the lines between fact and fiction. Hunter was always the best at creating with her. Sometimes it took him awhile to find the character, but if his Golden Guard days taught him anything it was how to adapt. 

---

At the end of their first day “together”, any guilt Hunter harbored had vanished with Willow's collection of ideas suggesting she really was excited for this plan. If only asking her for real could be this simple. As they walked to the Owl House for their usual Friday hang chatting as they always did, they did so hand in hand only to remember halfway there that since they were out of school they didn’t technically need to be. But neither said this aloud. They were both convinced the other was simply dedicated to the ruse.

“... and I thought we could go official on penstagram but we have to do matching profile pictures first,” continued Willow. “I thought we could do one where we’re each doing like half a heart with our hands so when the ‘in a relationship’ update happens they’ll be next to each other and it’ll look so cute.” 

Hunter had made it clear that he was fine with whatever Willow was comfortable with and he assumed that meant they would hold hands in the hallway for a couple of weeks (which was more than enough to make his head spin) but she was fine with everyone on the Isles thinking they were romantically involved. He knew Boshca didn’t have so much influence that the effort was necessary, but he convinced himself that Willow was simply covering all their bases.

It was for the bit.

As they reached the front door, Hooty was absent from his usual spot which signaled to Willow and Hunter that the weekend festivities were in full swing. Willow went to open the door with her free hand when suddenly a thought struck her and she turned to her co conspirator with a look of concern.

“Hunter, you did tell Luz we were only pretending to be dating, right?”

“I didn’t tell her anything,” he said, having not seen Luz since this morning when she saw them off before heading to her school in the human realm. “Only Gus knows that we’re pretending. I haven’t even talked to her since this morning, I don’t even know how she would know.”

“Oh Titan.” Willow said, the color draining from her face. “I think we might be in trouble.”

“Why would you say that?” Hunter asked as he opened the door for Willow and the answer to his question presented itself as they were instantly ambushed by the force that was Hooty. The bird tube wrapped them into a tight hug, crying about how excited he was for them as Hunter and Willow saw he was not alone in his sentiment. 

“Congratulations to the happy couple!” Luz exclaimed as Hooty loosened his grip on them so she could toss confetti in their faces. 

“Oh, that’s why.” Hunter whispered to Willow as they both regulated their breathing after being stuck in Hooty’s grip.  All they could do now was smile awkwardly as they both took in the display Luz had prepared. A “congratulations” sign hung behind Luz in the doorway, the letters decorated in pink, purple and blue and then pink, yellow and blue. They had set up Eda’s old projector and a slideshow of pictures of Willow and Hunter played on what appeared to be a loop. There were a decent amount. It was just the kind of celebration a new couple would really appreciate.

If only they were a real couple.

It also happened to include nearly everyone from school, so correcting Luz right away wasn’t an option.

“Wow this is so… uh, you guys really shouldn’t have,” said Willow as she took it all in. She didn’t dislike it, no that wasn’t it. Hunter tried to place her tone, thinking that by the redness in her cheeks she might be embarrassed. If he didn’t know any better he might think she was… committing to the bit. That’s all it was. 

But he couldn’t help but feel as though everyone had been expecting this celebration to take place sooner or later. 

“Are you kidding? It’s not everyday your best friend starts dating your brother!” said Luz as she pulled them both into a hug,and they looked at each other nervously behind her back. She leaned back to offer them both a wide smile, practically jumping out of her skin as Amity joined her. 

“Yeah! It’ll be nice to go on double dates!”

“Oh man, if I had known your crush didn’t go away, I would’ve set this up months ago!” added Luz.

Their eyes widened simultaneously, each thinking Luz was referring to them only, unaware how mutual the feeling was. They spoke at the same time, hoping to move on before she revealed too much. 

“Oh! Well you know we don’t have to-.”

“Actually, we were thinking that-.”

“Hey there lovebirds!” Gus said, rushing in to save the day. “Why don’t you come to the kitchen and get some pizza?”

“Yes! Yes, of course!” said Hunter, happy for the save as he took Willow’s hand before following Gus back. “My girlfriend loves pizza!”

“Awh, look at them,” sighed Luz, resting her head on Amity’s shoulder. “He knows that she loves pizza.”

Once in the kitchen, sure no one was listening in, Hunter turned to Gus in a panic but the younger boy simply offered him a calm, knowing look.

“Gus, why didn’t you tell them we were just pretending?” whispered Hunter.

“I didn’t have time!” he said. “I showed up and Luz told me before I could even say hello!”

“Well who told Luz?” asked Willow. 

“Who didn’t tell Luz?” laughed Gus. “Someone saw you two holding hands and one thing led to another and by the time I got here Luz had already talked to half the school. I didn’t wanna blow your cover so I went with it. I just assumed you two were just doing another bit like we used to do all the time.”

“Gus, this isn’t like trying to convince the lady at the flower shop that Willow used to be an actual willow tree and that’s why she can make the plants grow,” said Hunter. “This is serious!”

“Hunter, it’ll be fine,” assured Willow, placing her hand on his shoulder. “We can always explain things to her after, we just need to do some extra pretending tonight. If it’s too hard, we can always leave early.”

Hunter wasn’t worried about it being too hard, he was worried about it being too easy. He was worried Luz would let it slip exactly why it was too easy for him. Luz had honed in on his crush early on, maybe even before he was aware of it, and it stood to reason that she believed Willow was also aware of it now. How do you tell someone your girlfriend doesn’t know about your crush on her?

“Right,” he said, grateful for Willow’s support. They had been through worse, through deadlier and more dire things, surely they could survive a night of awkwardness. 

Surely they could survive the flyer derby team’s stream of questions as Willow convinced them they kept it secret as to avoid drama on the team.

Surely they could survive everyone at the party mentioning how they knew it all along.

Surely they could survive the video Luz had somehow made (dare they assume she had it prepared in advance?) to summarize their relationship becoming official. As they sat on the coach, watching every picture he and Willow had ever taken together move along the screen while a song neither of them had ever heard played softly in the background. From the corner of his eye he watched Willow watch as the screen zoom in on a group photo where he was standing beside her looking at her with a faint blush as she pulled him into frame, her hand tight on his waist. 

Her finger twirled her braid as he failed to read her expression for how she was feeling. He didn’t want to feel overwhelmed if she wasn’t. With the other bits, he always followed her lead. But the difference was that he had been the one to rope them into this one. And it wasn’t something they were doing to fool a stranger they would only see for five minutes, this was basically everyone they knew. 

But she didn’t seem to mind.

She actually really seemed to like it.

“Don’t worry I made you copy to show your dads when you tell them.” Said Luz as the presentation came to an end, proud of her work. “I mean, unless you’ve already told them.”

“Well, we-.”

“Oh, they must’ve,” interrupted Amity. “I know how strict they are about this type of thing, there’s no way Hunter would ask Willow out without their blessing.”

“Oh, actually-.”

“That’s right!” Hunter interrupted this time. “I did ask them! And they said… no!”

“They said no?” Amity asked, surprised.

“What?” said Luz and Gus together. 

“Wait, did you- I mean, yes! That’s right!” Said Willow, catching on. “He asked them and they said no but we are dating anyway! So it’s a secret!” 

“Yeah! We are secretly dating!” Confirmed Hunter. “So we should not mention it to them. Because of the secret aspect of it.”

“Oh, yeah of course.” Said Amity .

“Yeah, we won’t say anything.” promised Luz. 

“Good, because we-.”

“Why did they say no?” Amity asked. 

“Huh?”

“I mean, it’s kind of odd, right?” She went on, stroking her chin. “I mean, they seem like they really like Hunter and they always tease you about him being your boyfriend, so what changed?”

“Uh…” Willow thought nervously, having not told Hunter about all the time her dads had “accidentally” referred to him as her boyfriend when his name came up (which was honestly quite often). “They caught us… kissing?”

“Kissing?! You two have kissed already and neither of you told me???” Luz exclaimed. “How long have you been going out that you’re already kissing?”

“Uh, well…” Hunter tried to start, starting to sweat. He and Willow had established a fairly thorough cover story, but they had never discussed this. Even hypothetical, Hunter knew he couldn’t muster the courage to bring it up to Willow. But now it was all he could think about. Between imagining that and trying to create a story in which it could believably happen, Hunter felt as though he was about to malfunction. 

“Two weeks ago,” said Willow calmly.

“What?!” Luz exclaimed.

“What? I mean, yeah! We kissed two weeks ago!” said Hunter with a nervous laugh. 

“Well? C’mon! Do we not get a story?”

“Um it uh was… a day-.” started Hunter.

“It was after our match against Glandus, it had gone into double overtime so it was late and Hunter was walking me home like he always does,” started Willow, to a room of “awhs” and “how sweet.” “But we were still taking our time, talking  about the game and then all of a sudden, clouds start forming and we realize it’s gonna rain. We’re almost to my house so Hunter picks me up and uses his teleportation to rush me to the door before a drop can hit me. So then we’re standing on my porch and he’s standing really close so the rain won’t hit him and he just looks so cute… I dunno, I guess it was the adrenaline or something but I just pulled him down and kissed him.”

“Awh, that’s so sweet,” said Luz, brushing a tear away. “A first kiss in the boiling rain? It’s like something out of a book.”

“Yeah,” said Hunter, looking over at Willow. He remembered that day. It wasn’t something Willow invented to help sell their lie. They had gone into overtime and he had walked her home and he had rushed her onto her porch before the rain statered, But in reality, they had lingered there. He remembered their faces inches from each other, close enough to feel her breath on his face. She had been close enough that pulling him down would’ve been easy. And he thought about it, he did. Or at least, he knew this was the kind of moment where that kind of thing happened. They stood in silence for a few moments and he told himself later that it was because they wanted to make sure they were safely out of the rain. But truthfully he forgot about the rain, he could only focus on the lingering face paint clinging to the sides of Willow’s glasses and how he was close enough to see it so clearly. How he was close enough to… 

But her dads had opened the door and welcomed the pair inside for a celebratory dinner before that possibility could be explored 

That was the only thing she changed.

She didn’t need to pick that moment, she could have invented something totally new and Hunter would've gone along with it. But the fact that she did… well Hunter didn’t know what that meant. She would often sneak little jokes into their larger ones, but was this a joke within a joke or a reimagining?

“Yeah,” said Hunter, his voice soft and dreamy, transported to Willow’s improved version of the day. “That’s… that’s what happened.”

“So uh, actually we’d better get going,” said Willow, sitting up as she sensed Hunter was growing overstimulated. “Ever since then, they’ve been really strict about my curfew. And I know Hunter has a potions essay to work on.”

“Oh okay!” said Luz as she wrapped them both in a tight hug. “But I will be texting you a million follow up questions. You too, Hunter.”

“Cool, sure,” said Hunter, knowing that meant he and Willow would be on a video call making sure their answers lined up. He hated to think that he was enjoying inconveniencing her so much. 

“Now go walk your girlfriend to the door, I bet you wanna kiss her goodnight,” teased Luz and everyone in the room let out an ohhhh

“Haha! You bet!” Said Hunter with forced enthusiasm, his voice cracking ever so slightly  as he felt the room get hotter. “Willow! Let me walk you outside and we can kiss like we always do!”

Willow smiled in spite of herself  and followed Hunter outside, waving goodbye to her friends as to keep up appearances. She couldn’t help but take a little delight in how nervous Hunter was. She always really liked that part of the bit.

“How are we gonna convince them we’re out here kissing?” Hunter whispered on the verge of a panic attack as the door shut behind them (luckily Hooty promised them privacy). “I can see Luz peeping through the curtains. 

“Like this,” said Willow calmly, placing her hands on either side of his face and pulling him down close to her. As she did, she sneakily placed her thumbs over his lips and placed her lips against her thumbs, a nearly invisible barrier to the nosey on lookers inside

It was fake and staged but Hunter couldn’t help the way his heart raced, still being so close to her. He knew he had to sell his end but he didn’t know how to look like someone who was casual about kissing Willow Park. So he did the only thing he could think of and kept his arms at his sides, lest they do the wrong thing. He didn’t know if this was right, but he knew he wouldn’t know what was right so that made it right, right?

She closed her eyes and so he did too. He heard her hum and his lips formed a smile against her thumbs as their noses brushed against each other. 

When she pulled away she gave him a small wink and patted his cheek to signify it had worked. It really had. No one at the party could deny that he was head over heels for Willow Park. Absolutely no one.

“Oh, okay,” he said, not knowing what to say but feeling like he should say something. “Uh… thanks.”

“Sure, yeah,” she said, trying to remain composed. There was no reason not to be, nothing had happened.  “Anytime.”

It was just like that day on her porch. 

-

“Why do you bring Willow flowers everyday?” Gus asked 

“I don’t bring her flowers every day,” corrected Hunter as he handed Willow a small bouquet. “I mostly bring her seeds and clippings so she can grow her own flowers.”

���But why?”

“Because Willow loves plants? It’s kinda her whole thing? Well, that and-.”

“No I mean, why do you bring Willow flowers if you’re not actually dating?” Asked Gus.

“Because if I was really dating Willow I would try and bring her flowers everyday,” said Hunter simply and Willow hid her blush in the collection of red and yellow flowers Hunter had brought her.

“You mean if you were dating anyone, right?”

“Well not just anyone,” Hunter corrected him again. “Not everyone can handle the responsibility of plant care like Willow can.”

“But what if you were dating someone who wasn’t good with plants?” asked Gus.

Hunter looked at Gus like that was the most ridiculous question he had ever heard. “Why would I do that?”

Willow just giggled as she grabbed her books and held her flowers close to her chest to go add them to her garden in the greenhouse before class. As she walked away, she blew Hunter an over the top kiss as had become their tradition. He reached out his arm and pretended to reach for it as though it had nearly flown over his head before finally catching it and putting it in his breast pocket for safe keeping. Willow giggled as she turned the corner and Hunter wore a very convincing dopey grin as his eyes lingered on her until she completely left his sight.

“I know you’re trying to play it off as part of your ‘fake dating’ bit or whatever, but you always give Willow flowers before school and no one even sees you do it,” said Gus. 

“I mean I… I guess I just need to thank her for doing this,” he admitted. “I mean, it started out as lying to Boscha but I’ve been lying to her too! And I know it’s wrong but I’ve really liked spending time with her and it’s easier this way for some reason? And I’ve tried telling her, I really have, but everytime I try she adds something to the story and I just… I think I’m in too deep.”

“Hmm, it’s almost like she enjoys being your girlfriend,” said Gus as he closed his locker. “Go figure.”

---

Hunter sat on the end of the couch, his back against the armrest as his arm rested around Willow’s shoulder as she leaned against him with  her knees tucked to the side as she showed him a video on her scroll as they waited for Gus to started the movie .The scene was very cozy, very natural.

Very unnecessary. 

“You guys don’t have to do that, ya know.” said Gus, walking in and promptly sitting down on the ground in front of the couch, placing the popcorn on the coffee table. “I’m in on your little ruse, remember?”

“We know it’s just… an easier way to sit?” said Hunter as Willow let out a bright, airy giggle. “I mean, there’s not a lot of room so…”

“Uh-huh,” said Gus, looking next to them where two full cushions remained unoccupied. “Sure.”

“Plus, it’s like being undercover,” offered Hunter. “You need to be prepared, you never know who could be watching.”

“In my house?” Gus asked with a raise of his eyebrow.

“Yeah Gus we’re undercover,” said Willow, making herself even more comfortable at his side, resting her head on his shoulder as though that was where it was always meant to be. “Besides, we’re gonna break up soon.”

“Oh, really?” Gus asked skeptically, rolling his eyes as paused the opening of the movie, wondering when his third wheeling would become official. 

“Yes, really,” said Willow smugly, reaching behind her to grab the notebook off the end table. “We’ve been brainstorming.”

“Sure, that’s totally what you were doing,” he said, his sarcasm loud and clear. “So then, what do you have so far?”

“Okay, well…” Willow hesitated to start. “Here’s the thing…”

“It’s empty, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it’s empty,” said Willow, sitting back against Hunter’s arm. “We just… can’t think of a reason to break up.”

“Not a believable one, at least,” added Hunter. “We want it to be mutual so it won’t be suspicious when everyone thinks we’re just friends again. I mean well, not ‘again’ cause we always were, like the whole time, heh.”

 “Yeah,” she sighed, as though it was a real problem. “So we tried to think of something less personal. Like, not something about one of us but maybe because we’re too busy and don’t have time for a relationship.”

“But then we thought, that might not make sense since we do spend a lot of time together,” Hunter continued. “We still play flyer derby together and we’re in some classes together. Not to mention we have movie night with you every week…”

“I mean, it doesn’t have to be a big or flashy reason,” Gus offered, knowing they didn’t really try very hard. “You can just say you're better as friends. People shouldn’t question that.”

Except they definitely would, because Hunter would definitely still have a crush on Willow. He would still look at her with the same dopey grin, the same wide eyes, and the same rose colored flush in his cheeks. He knew he would because nothing about her had changed, she was still so wonderful and funny and smart and brave and beautiful. Titan, if anything this whole thing has made him like her more. And he didn’t mind still feeling this way, as confusing as it was, but he worried that his infatuation would make their story unconvincing. They would claim it was mutual and there were no lingering feelings, but now all eyes would be on them to see if it were true and there his feelings would be: lingering. 

And he worried people would somehow find a way to make Willow the bad guy. He knew Boscha was grasping at straws trying to ruin Willow’s reputation, and being a heartbreaker might be the straw she needed. He would deny she had broken his heart, but when it came down to it he didn’t think he could convincingly state he did not still have feelings for her. 

And that might be enough to make things weird. 

“I mean, we should at least stay together until Bleeding Hearts day,” said Willow. “We can figure out something after that.”

-

“Okay, I stand like this?” Hunter asked.

“Yeah, and then you prop your elbow against the locker like this,” instructed Willow, guiding him into position. “And like you can put your other hand on your hip or something and then I’ll stand against my locker…” Willow carefully put herself between Hunter and the locker so she was looking up at him. “And there! Just like the movie poster.”

“So this is flirting? Standing like this?”

“Well, standing and talking technically,” said Willow. “But if we stand like this, everyone can tell just by looking at us that that’s what we’re doing. Like a real couple.”

“Okay,” said Hunter, starting to understand. “Do we have to say anything in particular?” “I dunno, maybe you can try and say something funny?” Willow suggested coyly as she twirled the end of her braid around her finger. “Oh, and twirling my hair will also let them know we’re flirting too.”

“Okay okay,” said Hunter. “But should it be funny like clever funny? Or something more low brow? A pun? Or maybe one of those door jokes?”

“Hmm, we can always just pretend you said something funny and I’ll do a fake laugh,” said Willow.

“Wait, am I not funny?” he said with a fake scoff.

“I didn’t say that,” she said with a chuckle as she flicked his hair noodle.”You can be very funny.”

“That doesn’t sound like you think I’m funny,” he teased, absentmindedly leaning down closer to her. 

“You are funny,” she insisted, tapping him lightly on the shoulder. “When you’re not trying to be.”

“When am I not trying?” he said, his voice carrying a certain twinkle in it. 

“I dunno,” she said, wrinkling her nose at him. For some reason she felt bubbly, seeing Hunter pretend to act as though he was in disbelief. She felt like laughing now but tried to suppress it. Hunter noticed. 

“You’re laughing right now!” he declared victoriously. 

“I am not!” she denied, trying to hide her smile.

“Yes you are!” he said, adopting a chuckle of his own. “I know what your laugh sounds like, Captain!”

“Well, maybe I’m-.”

“You guys know Boscha’s been out of school all week with the common mold, right?” Gus asked, breaking the trance the pair had reentered with ease and had forgotten he was there.

Hunter offered him a quizzical look. “So?”

“Huh, no wonder things have been so peaceful around here,” Willow realized.

“Yeah, so without her around there’s no reason for you two to keep up this little act of yours,” Gus pointed out and Willow and Hunter realized they hadn't noticed Boscha’s absence because at some point they had stopped checking for her all together. 

“Hmm, I guess you’re right…” said Willow slowly, wishing he wasn’t. “But, I mean, the common mold usually lasts a week so she’ll be back soon.”

“Yeah,” Hunter agreed. “Plus, she might have spies reporting back to her while she’s out.”

“Spies?” Gus said, unconvinced with a rise of his eyebrow. “Really?”

“I mean, that does sound like Boscha,” said Willow. “Having…spies.” She knew it sounded silly. She knew what Boscha was capable of, but even that was a stretch. Hunter stopped leaning against the locker and stood up straight, trying to read Willow’s expression. 

“Congrats on being voted cutest couple!” Skara squeaked in delight as she bounced at them from seeming nowhere.

“What?” they exclaimed in unison.

“Awh!” Skara gushed. “You two are so in sync! So cute!”

“Skara, what do you mean-.”

“Just look!” she said happily, handing them a piece of paper. “It’s just a mock up, but that’s what it’s gonna be in the year book! I wanted to be the first to tell you, ya know in case you wanted to use a different picture or something.”

Willow looked down at the photo Skara had chosen. It was a photo of them after a flyer derby match, the photo captured Willow tackling him in a hug to celebrate their victory as Hunter caught her in his arms and spun her around, wearing a wide smile to match hers. They were looking at each other, totally unaware a photo was even being taken. He remembered that day, he could hear their laughter echoing as he spun her too quickly and they had fallen onto the ground right after the moment the photo was taken. He vividly remembered the smell of grass, the way the setting sun rested in her hair, and the way the sound of her laughter made his heart skip a beat. The picture was taken well before they had started “dating” and yet…

“It’s perfect Skara,” said Willow, her tone much different from what it was mere moments ago. He wondered why they stopped flirting if it was meant to convince people they were together. He had been enjoying himself and now he felt guilty. His cowardice had made this whole thing spiral out of control, and now their lie was to be preserved forever. In the back of his mind he remembered that Willow liked someone else. They were supposed to break up once everyone was convinced. How had they gotten so off task? How could he let Willow keep bailing him out in such a major way?

As Skara ran back to the classroom, an unsettling silence floated between the pair. Had it been any other story, any other bit, they would’ve come clean by now, right? 

They knew this. Gus had gone out of his way to remind them and they brushed it off. But now, it was hard to deny it was a harmless but. It was a pretty big commitment for someone you weren’t committed to. 

Willow had done all that for him and he couldn’t even be honest with her. He at least owed her that much. 

“Wow,” Willow chuckled nervously, trying to fill the silence. “That’s uh, that’s a pretty big honor.”

“Yeah,” Hunter agreed, searching his mind for how to word what he really needed to say. 

“I’m sure Amity will have something to say about it,” Willow chuckled lightly. “Since she and Luz have been together longer. But Luz doesn’t even technically go here, and I don’t think anyone would-.”

“I don’t wanna lie anymore.” 

She looked up to see Hunter’s face flushed, his fists balled at his sides as though it took all of his strength to bring out that sentence. Willow had to admit, it was not what she was expecting to hear. It was not what she was hoping to hear. 

“Oh.” was all she could manage to say. She didn’t need to ask what he meant. She could ask why, but she didn’t think she was up to it. “Um, okay.”

The bell screamed as Willow tried to process the whiplash that had just occurred. She could tell Hunter had more to say, but she felt as thought she had lost the ability to hear as static echoed in her mind. She was sure she said something about having to get to class, but she felt as though she was outside her body watching a blurry reenactment of a scene as her feet carried her away. They had joked about breaking up, because it was a joke. Because there was nothing really to break up. But then, why did it feel so real?

---

A few days went by and Willow and Hunter didn’t speak. He wasn’t waiting by her locker after class and miss practice after school. She assumed he needed space or assumed he assumed she needed it, but either way it was there. She knew the mature thing was to discuss the next steps, the story they would tell she had gotten so used to their new routine she had never prepared herself for its end. She thought he felt the same way.

“Well well well, if it isn’t Hexside’s most famous half-a-witch.” came a shrill voice Willow hadn’t heard in weeks interrupting her thoughts. She tried to ignore her, she knew that’s what was best. But of course, her timing was impeccable. 

“Where’s your loser boyfriend?” sneered Boscha, following her victim down the hall, having much lost time to make up for. “Oh let me guess, he finally dumped you right? He realized what a loser you really were and decided to cut his losses?”

Unbeknownst to Willow, Hunter was hiding nearby working up the courage to greet her by her locker to try and explain himself. He had tried writing another note, but this time would read from it instead of trying to get it to carry more than it should by itself. But he heard Boscha beat him to the location and any nervousness left his body and was promptly replaced by fury. He knew Willow could handle herself, but he knew his lie added fuel to the fire that were her words.

“It’s really none of your business, Boscha.”

“I’m right though, aren’t I? I knew there was no way someone like you could convince anyone to date them. What, did he lose a bet or something?”

Willow kept walking. Hunter wanted to scream. Boshca knew it wasn’t true and Willow was smarter than Bocha, surely she knew it too right? Surely she knew.

“Didn’t you learn your lesson last time, half-a-witch?” snickers Boscha. “The only way someone would ever date you would be as part of a joke. No doubt he got sick of having to see you everyday and realized-.”

Before he knew what he was doing, Hunter teleported beside Willow who looked surprised to see him. Before she could greet him or question him or say much of anything, he placed his hand on the side of her face and pulled her close to him as she had done that day after the party. 

But with one tiny major difference.

Willow quickly got over her surprise and leaned into the accidental kiss, dropping the books in her arm to the ground as she elected to rest her hands on Hunter’s chest, clinging to his shirt collar. He held her face in his hands like it was something delicate as their noses nestled beside each other like puzzle pieces meant to be like that. Willow did not need to rise to her tip toes to kiss him better as he leaned down to be closer to her and her foot popped in the air as his hold on her grew more secure. His lips were dry but surprisingly gentle as they found a comfortable placement against hers. Emotions of surprise and hesitation melted away as they had no place in a moment like this.

At some point during all of this, Bocha had left. Her grumbles and rude comments had gone unheard by the pair, far too engrossed in each other to consider there was anything else in the world worth caring about. 

Somehow Hunter managed to stop himself in the middle of what felt like a familiar yet impossible dream. He pulled back to see Willow’s eyes closed and her face flushed as reality caught up with him and prevented him from savoring the moment further. “Oh no, I didn’t do the thing.” 

“Really? I think you kinda did.” Willow giggled, looking at him with dreamy eyes, feeling like her chest was a fire bee hive as she allowed Hunter to be her balance, leaning forward happily to be caught any way he intended to catch her.

“No I mean the thing with my thumbs so I wouldn’t… so we wouldn’t…”

“But we did.” She said plainly, averting her gaze and playing with a loose thread on his uniform by his shoulder, she couldn’t bring herself to leave the bubble just yet. “Is that… okay?”

“I mean I… I don’t mind but I know that we’re technically broken up I think and that we were never even… I’m sorry,” he cast his eyes to the ground, and removed his hands from her face. “I-I just heard Boscha saying those awful things to you and I-I don’t know what came over me.”

“Don’t be sorry,” said Willow quickly, turning his face back to her to see his eyes. “For any of it. You just… got caught up in the moment. I’m sure I would’ve done the same thing.”

“Really?” Hunter squeaked and Willow nodded, her hand still resting on his check. “The uh… the exact same thing?”

Willow bit her lip as she moved her hand from his face to the back of his neck. Her other hand still had a steady hold of his collar and she planned to bring him back down to her to answer him without words but before she summoned the courage to do so, a loud gruff voice broke through their bubble as it flooded the hallway.

“Hey you two! Did you not hear the bell?” The voice demanded. They hadn’t, there were more important things holding their attention. So of course they didn’t know there was no one else left in the hallway. 

Except a very grumpy teacher who did not find lateness romantic. 

 “You’re late to class! Detention, both of you!”

---

“Willow, I… I owe you an apology.” Hunter said as they sat beside each other in detention, whispering as to not wake the teacher at the front of the classroom. 

“Hunter, it’s okay,” she whispered back. “It’s not the first time I’ve gotten detention.”

“No, not about that,” replied Hunter. “Well, yes about that too actually but I mean when I said I didn’t wanna lie anymore, I meant I didn’t want to lie to you anymore.”

“What? How were you-?”

He took a deep breath. “Okay, the truth is, I did run into Boscha that day,” he said quickly, trying to keep his voice steady. “But she didn’t ask me out… she caught me trying to ask you out.”

“What?”

“I was trying to put this in your locker,” he began, taking out the carefully folded note from his pocket and handing it to her. He had kept it, hoping there would be a right time for it. Hopefully this was it. “Because I didn’t know how else to do it and I thought it would be easier but she caught me and read it and threatened to tell everyone and I asked her not to because I didn’t want-

“People to know?”

“-you to think it wasn’t true,” he finished. “I-I thought if you heard that I liked you from Boscha, you’d never believe it since she’s always lying. And I didn’t wanna mess it up again so I panicked and that’s when I told her-.”

“Wait, ‘again?’” Willow repeated, confused. “What do you mean ‘again?’ When did you- oh! Do you mean your… wait.”

Her eyes told Hunter she knew exactly what he was referring to. He held his breath. “You did get it.”

“I did,” she said with a smile finding the answer to her question in his wide eyes. “I just… well, your autocorrect was always doing weird things and I didn’t want to assume… I mean not that I didn’t want to assume but I…”

She had hoped.

“But it doesn’t matter,” he sighed. “I shouldn’t have let this go on as king as it did, I’ve caused you so much trouble. You can keep the tickets, you can take Gus. I just… hope you’re not too mad and that maybe eventually we can-.”

“Hunter, when exactly did the thing with Boscha happen?” 

“Um about three weeks ago?”

“And you bought the flyer derby tickets for us to make it look like we were dating?”

“Well, I mean I knew you’d been wanting to go so I thought it would be a fun way to say thanks for being a great girlfriend.”

That was technically not a lie. He truly had been hoping he could say that by the time the event rolled around.

“But I guess what I’m asking is, when you bought the tickets you bought them with the intention of us going to the game as a date for Bleeding Hearts Day, right?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“Hunter… the date on these tickets says they were purchased months ago.” Willow said with a smile.

“Well, it’s your favorite team playing their biggest rival so tickets we’re gonna sell out pretty quick and I wanted to make sure we got good seats so once it was announced I-.”

“But… you couldn’t have known months in advance that we would pretend to be dating when the game was happening,” Willow pointed out, a deep blush covering her face. 

“You… you knew?”

“Kinda? I mean, I knew a little bit,” she admitted. “I didn’t actually know what I knew but I… uh, anyway.” She cleared her throat as she tried to steady her voice. “What I do know is, I’ve really liked getting to be your girlfriend.”

“Oh uh, good. I’m glad I… just wanted to make sure you were uh…”

“I also know that I don’t wanna lie anymore either,” she said softly, inching her chair closer to his.

“Oh, yeah of course I mean I understand if you just want to-.”

She placed her hand atop his on the table, effortlessly lacing their fingers together. “So let’s stop lying.”

He looked down at their hands in awe. A part of him wanted to make an excuse, to link it to their ruse. But a louder, kinder voice in his mind told him to squeeze her hand back. That so many words weren’t needed right now, to stop complicating it. Questions rolled around his brain trying to make him doubt this was what it was but he pushed them back, but then one slipped through the cracks.

“But what about… the other person you like?” He asked sheepishly. “Don’t you… I mean, aren’t they…?”

Willow looked at him with playful eyes as she bit her lip and Hunter felt like the smartest and stupidest person in the world.

And also the luckiest.

“Oh.” He said, understanding her look and not questioning it. His face was red and he knew it but didn’t care. He tried to summon the coolness he was convinced he had when they were only pretending. “Don’t you uh, wanna read the note first?”

“How about you summarize it for me?” She smiled.

“Okay uh…” he tried to pick his favorite metaphor when he realized he was doing it again. She didn’t mind that he was complicated and careful in fact she liked it. She liked him. And she was waiting for him. “Willow, would you wanna… go on a date… with me?”

“I’d love to Hunter,” she said softly, and he felt as though he heart was melting and exploding at the same time. “Lucky for you, I happen to have two great seats for a flyer derby game this weekend.”

“Wow, what’re the odds?” He chuckled, over the moon to find them back in their rhythm as he rested his head on his hand, admiring the scene finally presented in reality.

“Ya know, this means you’ll have to actually ask for my dads blessing for real then right?”

Hunter beamed, his face envied the suns brightness at her response. “I’ll go as soon as we’re out of here,” he assured, his heart racing at securing her blessing to ask for his blessing. 

“Great, so you can explain to them why I got detention today,” she said, with a wink. Hunter laughed before realizing Willow was in detention because she had gotten caught kissing him. Not exactly the first impression Hunter was hoping to present as a suitor.

Maybe he’d ask her dads after their first date, just in case.  

[elentiyawhitethorn]

Older but Never Wiser

CW: a bit of language

AN: Happy (almost belated) birthday @leiawritesstories my love!! This took way longer than it should have but depending on your time zone this might not be late yet lol, I’m dusting off the cobwebs to give you a little present :)

Based on this prompt: “you’re at the high school reunion and everyone’s talking about how you and [insert jerk here] were prom queen and king, unaware you dumped them years ago, and you’re moping… until you run into your nemesis from high school and you’re thoroughly distracted” (I can’t remember where this came from, it was just in my prompts folder, maybe I came up with it? Maybe not? Idk)

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Aelin could feel her shoulders begin to hunch as she drew in on herself. She’d known Chaol would be here, of course, but she hadn’t known the subject of prom queen and king would come up so soon, nor their joint senior superlative of “most likely to get married.”

She also hadn’t known Chaol would show up with a gorgeous woman taller than her, hotter than her, certainly classier than her, and wearing a giant diamond on her finger.

“I really thought you two were going to last,” Essar said, voice dripping with pity and sorrow as if she’d truly been invested in the relationship of two high school classmates she’d hardly ever interacted with ten years ago, let alone following graduation.

Aelin smiled tightly. “Well, it was for the best. I’m much happier now with my new boyfriend.” A lie, and an obvious one at that, if Essar bothered to notice. As it was, she was clearly more interested in the piece of gossip than its verity, even a decade after high school.

Some things really didn’t change.

The subject of Chaol was a bitter one—they had lasted several years following high school, and while Aelin had had plenty of time to move on, and multiple relationships following Chaol, seeing him now brought up old insecurities. Being interrogated about the end of their relationship by some random classmate at a high school reunion wasn’t making matters better.

“If you’ll excuse me,” Aelin cut in, “I should make some more rounds. It was nice to catch up with you.” There wasn’t an ounce of sincerity in Aelin’s tone and she couldn’t quite bring herself to care.

She and Essar exchanged goodbyes and Aelin fled, hurrying over to her friend Elide. Elide had been the class valedictorian and was now head of some tech company in Rifthold.

After catching up with her and a few others, Aelin headed for the refreshment table. She wasn’t one for social events, and after the tedious process of listening to the reunion’s organizers give speeches, followed by a solid half hour of unstructured mingling, Aelin was drained.

She poured herself a cup of punch. Staring into the reddish liquid at a distorted reflection of herself, Aelin sighed.

“I can’t believe Aelin Galathynius, socialite, gossip, prom queen extraordinaire, is moping at the snack table at a social event. Hell really has frozen over.”

Aelin started at the voice, looking up to see a man with stark white hair towering over her. He had certainly changed over the past decade, but the sharp pine green eyes clued her in on his identity instantly.

“Rowan Whitethorn,” Aelin drawled, grinning. “You…” She looked him over, taking in the size of his crossed arms, the deep tan, and the hard features. A tattoo snaked up his neck from somewhere underneath his shirt. Aelin whistled. “Time has served you well.”

Rowan chuckled, the sound all too familiar. “You think so?” He paused, and gave her a once-over of his own. “I could say the same.”

Aelin leaned against the table, smiling. “Do tell me what it is you do for a living. Wait—let me guess. Sly business man. Lawyer? Oh, tax collector!”

Another, louder laugh left Rowan’s lips. “I’m a child psychologist.”

Aelin’s jaw dropped. “Damn, okay.”

He grinned. “You’re what, a fashion designer? A housewife?”

Aelin rolled her eyes. “I work at a pharmacy.”

Rowan shook his head in disbelief, smiling widely. Silence settled over the pair, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable pause—merely a moment to take in each other after so long. Aelin remembered arguing with the boy this man had once been over schoolwork, over sports, over absolutely nothing.

“Gods, tell me you’re not with that asshole anymore,” Rowan said, breaking the quiet.

Aelin blinked, then felt her lips unconsciously stretch into a another smile. “No, I’m not.”

Rowan hmmed noncommittalaly. “You two were never a good match.”

He was the first person who hadn’t offered her condolences like it was some kind of recent tragedy, and for that Aelin felt her smile turn soft. “Remind me why we hated each other again?”

A breathy laugh. “I believe that was thanks to the time you scraped up the side of my car trying to park on the very first day of junior year.”

“We were sixteen! No one could drive well at that age.” Aelin was grinning.

Rowan crossed his arms. “Or perhaps the time you literally tased me? With a fucking taser?”

Aelin let out a startled laugh. She’d completely forgotten about that. One of the football boys had hosted a party while his parents were out of town, and his mom was a cop so he brought out her taser for a game of whoever can hold onto this $20 while being tased in the hand gets to keep it. Gods, high school had been quite the experience.

“That was part of the game! You took the risk, and you lost; I can’t be blamed for that. Besides, I happen to remember you making out with my boyfriend on one occasion.”

Rowan groaned in faux embarrassment, a hand running though his short locks. “Lorcan dared us to. Besides, you’d already broken up with Dorian at that point, so it didn’t really count.”

Aelin’s face started to ache as she realized just how widely her smile was stretched. “That definitely still counts, but fine, let me think of some other instance you were an asshole to me. I’m sure there were plenty.”

Rowan shook his head, eyes dancing with mirth, and opened his mouth to make a retort—but someone else beat him to it.

“Aelin! I was so happy to spot you here. How have you been?”

Of course, it was Chaol, leering over at her in a suit far too sophisticated for the occasion.

Aelin felt a wave of calm wash over her as she realized that as much as she didn’t want to have a civil conversation with Chaol, she wanted him to have the upper hand even less.

“Chaol, my gods! I’ve been great; I take it you have been as well judging by the beautiful woman on your arm?”

The woman in question blushed, and Aelin wondered what exactly she knew about her.

Chaol grinned and held up the woman’s hand—and the ring perched on her fourth finger—like some kind of prize. “This is Yrene, my fiancée. Yrene, meet Aelin and… Ronan?”

“Rowan,” Rowan correctly coolly, then glanced at Yrene. “It’s a pleasure.”

Chaol nodded dismissively and turned back to Aelin. “Is that a new haircut?”

It had been a solid six years since she’d dated the man, and at least three since they’d crossed paths. “Yes, it is.”

“And how are you getting on with that Fenrys fellow? Still happy?”

The last time Aelin had seen Chaol had been at the grocery story—fucking small towns—with her boyfriend at the time. He hadn’t lasted more than a month.

“No.”

A flicker of glee crossed Chaol’s features, and Aelin writhed internally.

“Much to my benefit, that is,” Rowan interjected. Aelin had nearly forgotten he was still standing with them. “For now I have her all to myself.”

What?

Chaol blinked, dumbfounded. “You two are together?”

Rowan shrugged. “We reconnected a couple years ago and hit it off—better than we ever had in high school,” he added.

Aelin had just enough self-control to paste a smile on her lips. Now understanding what Rowan was doing for, she took his hand casually.

Rowan’s hand envoloped Aelin’s, and his rough calluses scraped against her palm. It took restraint not to shudder, and Chaol be damned, Aelin was no longer paying attention to the conversation. Her world focused in on the warm hand interlaced with her own.

Less interested, probably now that he’d realized he didn’t have much to hang over her head, Chaol said a farewell and retreated with the fiancée who hadn’t spoken a single word. Aelin watched them leave gratefully.

Rowan slipped his hand out of Aelin’s and she almost objected before realizing herself.

“Thank you, Rowan,” Aelin said softly.

Her gaze drifted over to him and snagged on his piercing green eyes.

Rowan stared back at her for a moment. “No problem.”

Aelin shook her head. “It wasn’t no problem. That was very kind of you.”

Rowan shook his head, but said nothing more about the endeavor. “How long are you in town?”

“A whole week. I wanted to stay with my parents for a bit.”

“And I don’t suppose while you’re here you want to grab coffee together? I still need an example of the atrocities you claim I put you through, after all.”

Aelin’s expression turned fiendish. “Does tomorrow work?”

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[v3nusxsky]

Hii

Can you do a ladylesso x female reader.

It's there anniversary and reader wants to be pounded problem is the last time they did it lesso ended up hurting her by accident so lessos alittle paranoid. Reader ends up convincing her and ya(reader keeps asking lesso to go faster and faster)

Idk have reader squirt, legs and body shaking, can't even make out words just noises. Did it so much in the middle of it reader needs to catch her breath.

(Slap, mommy, and breeding kink.maybe have reader leaking alittle, maybe a few tears of pleasure and drooling)

...ok thank u bye

Show me love| NSFW

*Authors note~ lesso smut is honestly one of my favourites to write*

Trigger Warnings~ lesso dom sub r reader squirting mommy kink slap kink breeding kink strap on

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^

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If there was one thing you wanted for your anniversary it was to be railed within an inch of sanity by your wife. You knew your request would take some convincing, she was sure that you shouldn't be doing that kind of rough sex ever again. The thought of hurting you made her heart ache and twist uncontrollably. But of course you had a plan to combat this. You need a good old fashioned dicking down and you weren't gonna stop at anything to achieve your desire.

Leonora often had more paper work than you to complete most nights, that gave you ample chance to prepare for her arrival and dress in some of your skimpier sets that she absolutely couldn't help but drool over. You were proud of your appearance and judging by the clock Lesso would be arriving soon. You decided to warm up for her, after all tonight was purely a selfish need. You needed her to fuck you good and proper and if she wouldn't do it because of a fear of hurting you then you'd make sure you were ready to take her in all her glory.

Your anniversary gift to Leo was a special enchanted strap on, it would allow her to feel everything as if was actually a part of her body. You also had one of the potions teachers enchant it to be the perfect size for you and Leonora. It was special and you couldn't wait to see her reaction to it. A slightly selfish gift but one you knew would be used more often than not.

Leonora entered the room she was greeted with you spread out on the bed, a perfectly wrapped present with a small bullet teasing your clit. You couldn't help but wither against the sensations and whimper for your girlfriend to pound into you until you couldn't walk for two weeks. "Dove" she warned as her eyes darkened at the suggestion, "I don't want to hurt you sweetheart."

You switched the vibrator off and shakily sat up to hand your girlfriend the bag containing your gift. "Happy anniversary Leo" you murmured before kissing her sweetly. "Well aren't you the prettiest present baby" she murmured back causing you to giggle and point to the bag.

"Darling? Is that a?" She trailed off as the realisation set in. "I need you mommy," you whined and your hips rolled in a show of your desperation, " it's special Leo, try for me please?" You have her the best puppy eyes and crawled forward allowing her to get an eyeful of your breasts. "If it hurts even the slightest you will safe word" it was more a demand than a question but you still found yourself nodding in confrontation. "Then by all means dove, let me ravish you."

Ravishing you was exactly what she was doing, your whole body showered with loving touches and kisses as she showed you just how appreciative she is to call you hers. To say you were drenched by the time she had finished loving on you was a massive understatement. "Oh dove, is this all for mommy? You really want mommys cock that bad" she purred toying with the wetness that laid there. "So bad mommy please, please take me" you mewled hoping the red head would take pity on you.

Lesso used her magic to strip herself of her clothing. Watching Leonora strapping up was definitely a sight you wished to commit to memory but sadly you lacked the ability to do so. You were practically drooling at the sight of her new appendage watching as she made her way to her bedside table and pulled out her own gift. A vibe that would easily attach to the shaft of her new toy. "I'm going to absolutely ruin you darling dove, you're gonna regret being such a whore and begging for me to do this" she purred before adding some lube to her new cock.

"Mommy please" you whimpered squirming on the bed as she made quick work of the thin material leaving you bare and at her disposal. The strangled cry you let out as the woman pushed the head of her faux cock into your soaked folds. The sting was overwhelming at the start but it seemed to ease off as she slowly repeated the pattern of pushing in and waiting before continuing. It wasn't long till you'd taken the whole length, the enchantment stopping the length from being more than you could reasonably handle.

Lesso let out a shocked gasp at feeling just how tight and wet you were for her. "Dove I can fuck what" she whispered seemingly transfixed on where your sex joined with her cock. "Surprise mommy" you whimpered as your hips bucked upwards. "Oh you dirty girl, you had the strap enchanted?" She murmured before bringing her lips to Latch onto your neck, "I need to move baby you're suffocating my dick" she purred against your pulse point.

The moment lesso pulled out to push back in was absolute heaven, it didn't take much longer for her to find a rhythm that had you becoming a blubbering mess. True to her word, Leo was absolutely ruining you, she brought you over the edge more times than you can count, each time she stuffed you with her massive load. You felt so full but now lesso had gained confidence she didn't seem to be stopping no matter how much you mewled about being too sensitive.

The moment Lesso activated her gift you screamed, the vibrations adding to the feeling of being stuffed with cock and her cum. "Mommy mommy fuck I'm gonna pee" you cried hoping she would stop only to realise it encouraged her. You squirted all over her dick as she muttered something about making sure you were nicely bred with her cum. After cleaning up you and your lover spent the anniversary cuddled up in one and others arms feeling fully stated for now.

Word count ~ 1137

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[jksprincess10]

Can I request woodshop professor Joel.... idk I prompt, I just can’t get professor Joel out of my head 😅😅

Yes !! I wrote a little something with that idea. Hope you like it :)

A/N: Reader is in her 30s, she's a divorced mom looking for love !

Since your divorce, you tried different strategies and scenarios to meet new men. Speed dating didn’t work, meeting friends of friends didn’t work, and let’s not even talk about websites to meet single dads in your area.

So, when you saw an ad for woodwork workshops in your neighborhood, you thought it was the perfect way to meet men that were good with their hands. You were always creative, anyway, so it wasn’t completely out of character for you. Plus, you wanted to learn to be more independent without your  husband here to fix everything.

You left your daughter at your sweet elder neighbor’s house, before heading to your first class. To your disappointment, there weren’t many people. 5, tops, including you. The men there weren’t your type at all.

Until the teacher greeted you all. He was almost 6 feet tall, he had fluffy dark hair, pretty eyes and nicely trimmed facial hair. Plus, no ring on his finger.

“Welcome y’all. My name is Joel. We’ll learn the basics today. But before, let me know your names.” He had a charming southern accent.

You all presented yourselves, and you swore he gave you the brightest smile when you said your name.

“I’m glad we have some variety today. So guys, no locker room talk, hm?” He said.

He distributed the gloves and protective gear, before you got started. You followed his instructions, trying not to get distracted by the way his muscles flexed when he worked on the machines.

“Good job. Let’s take 5, yeah? Smoking break if ya need it.” He said as he started cleaning up around him.

He took off his glasses and his gloves, before coming up to you. You were the only one left in the workshop.

“So, why a woodwork class? Don’t get me wrong, I love me an independent woman, but I’m just curious.”

You felt yourself blush as you took off your glasses and your gloves. You shrugged.

“Do you want the truth or a lie?”

Joel laughed. “The truth, please.”

“Trying to find a new partner after a divorce is really hard. And… I want to be able to fix things myself and show my daughter how to do it.”

“Trust me, I know what it feels like.” He bit his bottom lip as he took the start of your birdhouse in his hands, checking your work. His bright puppy eyes looked at you when he asked. “Found what you were looking for?”

“Depends. Is the teacher single?”

“The teacher is single, and his daughter is sleeping at a friend’s house.” Joel responded with a smile.

“Then, let’s have a drink after this.” You winked.

While you waited for the others to come back from their smoking break, you talked about your daughters, that were a similar age. You had a lot in common.

When the class started again, Joel spent a lot of time helping you with your work, sometimes his hand guiding yours to get a better cut. You could smell him all around you: a mix of his cologne and wood dust. When you did things right, he praised you softly, and you couldn’t help the redness of your cheeks.

You were glad you had given this class a chance.

[hellraisered]

hi here 2 ask for ash williams being really gay w/ his bf post army of darkness. just soft shit. him being like "damn i rlly take u for granted. love u or something" ya idk im just yearning

ash williams / reader || fluff 001

“Really gave this guy what for at work today,” Ash said, tossing his car keys on the table. 

"Welcome home," you replied from the couch, glancing up at him over your magazine.

He's wrestling the shirt off of his body, not even taking the time to unfasten any buttons. He's eager to peel the uniform off of his skin after a long day of stocking and taking more smoke breaks than he should. The shirt is crumpled between his fingers, and without looking, he lobs the ball of fabric in the general direction of the hamper. Only by sheer chance does he make his goal, the sleeve hanging partially out of the wire basket.

In a few ways, he was a predictable man, and you sort of liked that about him. It was nice for someone so present in your life to have some form of consistency. He walks over to the kitchen, and you can hear the opening of the fridge and the faint clinking of bottles as he acquired his after-work beer, one of his many daily rituals. 

"Well, aren't you gonna ask me what happened?" He shouts, turning to look over his shoulder while rummaging through food, prompted by your lack of proper acknowledgement. You snort, knowing that he was going to tell you regardless of your response. 

"Do tell," you say, perhaps a bit sarcastically, tilting your head to the side. It's evident by the quiet huff that follows, and the shutting of the fridge, along with no bottle in his hand, that he didn't find what he was looking for. Not all is lost, though, and you hear the sound of a belt being unbuckled and the rustling of denim hitting the floor. Regardless of the letdown, he struts back into the living room in nothing but his boxers with the confidence of a man about to recreate a scenario with an unnecessary amount of enthusiasm. You place your magazine on your chest, propping yourself from your horizontal position, and allow him your attention. 

Ash's hands settle on his hips, and from this angle, you could see the slight glint of his top scars catching a sliver of light. 

"So there I was," he starts, splaying his hands toward you, "Replenishing the plums in isle seven - and I hate isle seven. You know, the one I told you about before? With the leaky cooling vent, and a perfect view of the manager's office so you can't relax on the job?" 

He mimes taking a hit off of a blunt to indicate what exact kind of relaxation he was thinking of. You stifle a laugh and furrow your eyebrows, pointing at him a pseudo-judgemental look.

"Come on," he says, looking at you incredulously. "Like you've never had fun on the clock before. Anyway, like I was saying - there I was, putting together a really fantastic fruit pyramid, and I mean really fantastic, when Mister 'I-want-a-fruit-at-the-very-bottom-of-the-pyramid' comes over and guess what?"

"He took the fruit at the very bottom of the p-"

"He took the fruit at the very bottom of the god damn pyramid. And they all came down. It was like a healthy avalanche." 

Ash looks off into the distance for a moment, as if remembering the event down to the finest detail. There's an empty look in his eyes.

"And you know, this clown just started to walk away back to his shopping cart. I couldn't believe it. So you know what I did?" 

He points an index towards you, quiet for a moment. Presumably to build up suspense.

"I put a hand on that guy's shoulder, and said 'Where are you going, buster? Pick. These. Up.'"

Ash's arm is extended, and his hand is clasped around the shoulder of this imaginary man. You get the feeling that he's retelling this in a slightly more heroic lens, but he seems satisfied with himself. He didn't say anything else, though, so you spoke up.

"Well? What did he say?"

"He, uh, he said 'No'. And then he went and told my supervisor that I touched him. But let me tell you, I bet he was real intimidated for a second there. Real intimidated." 

"I bet he was. Did you manage to rebuild your fruit pyramid?" You're not going to be the one to shatter his ego. Not that you think that was even possible, anyhow. 

"Oh, nah. I just went to go take a shit and made it someone else's problem." 

"What would S-Mart do without you?" 

"That's what I'm saying. Hey - did you know that we're out of beer?" He says, pointing a finger in the direction of the fridge. 

"No we're not," You reply, pointing at the sweating six pack sitting on the coffee table. You'd made sure to pull it out before he got home, and were just waiting for him to notice it at this point. "Got some on the way home earlier today." 

Ash stares at the six-pack that had been sitting right below his nose, and then looks at you with a baffling amount of appreciation in his eyes - the sort of fondness a rescue dog had for its owner. 

He approaches you on the couch, and now he’s closer you realize that he is ridiculously sweaty. Before you get a chance to protest, he's pulled your back toward his front on the couch, and places a kiss on the top of your scalp. 

"God, I take you for granted." 

He threads an arm underneath your armpit and holds you closer. He places another kiss on your cheek. You turn to look at him over your shoulder, and he takes the opportunity to kiss you squarely on the mouth. 

"Have I ever told you I loved you?" 

"Yeah, a couple times, I think." You tease, stroking the side of his jaw with the back of your hand. "But you know how you can really show me you love me?" You continue, voice tinged with the smallest hint of promise. 

"How?" Ash asks, thinking he knew where this was going.

You kiss him on the cheek. "You can pick your jeans up off of the kitchen floor."

[acciojaeyun]

underneath the table | fred weasley smut

pairing: fred weasley x fem!reader (royal!au) warnings: (18+) nsfw, voyeurism, oral, male-receiving? a bit of edging, spitting. idk what else to add here except the fact that this was filthy and i needed to cave into fred weasley, yk. prompts: “i’m sensitive, please”

a/n: here's the part two to those who've asked from the first part of the fic!! i always love some pining with dear ol' freddie. so, ofc, this will have a third part 🙈

summary: y/n y/l/n was as needy as ever for fred weasley after the last encounter where they were interrupted the last time. now, as another opportunity presents itself to y/n, she knows she has to do something about it.

"Miss Y/N," Madame Pomfrey says as she makes a quick rundown on her list, minutes before another banquette is to be held in the kingdom, as Hon. Ron, the family's youngest son, had announced his engagement with the Lady Granger - or Hermione, as she likes to be called most of the times - therefore, another celebration is expected.

Which meant Y/N had spent most of her free days instead of helping in formwork every Saturday with Fred hovering above her anytime he got, she spent the day going with Madame Pince and Madame Pomfrey for the preparation, from the cleaning of the chambers to buying vegetables, meat, and other raw ingredients from the merchants in King's Cross.

So, Fred, whose favourite day was Saturday considering he gets to see more of Y/N during the second to the last day weekend, was immediately displeased - to say the least. In fact, his team had won by the number of bludgers he had beaten off, leaving at least one or two for George to deal with.

"Pray thee, brother," George kids Fred as they unmounted the broom, with Fred emphasizing each action by harshly throwing his own away, leaving a loud thud as George found the whole scene entertaining. "take a breather or the next time I see you the whole broom closet is torn down into pieces of wood."

Fred rolled his eyes, shaking off his rather sweaty hair, removing his gears in such a fierce manner.

"Ah, still no attitude adjustment from Y/N, I assume?" George whispers, laughing almost immediately as Fred meets his gaze as he nonchalantly removed all of his gear.

"There's no attitude adjustment," Fred mutters, freeing the top section of his hair from the tight pony he has placed it in.

"Yet," George replies, winking at Fred, who, in turn, just slapped the back of his head, with George exclaiming a playful wince of pain as he returned the gesture to his older twin. "Don't know why you just can't ask her out, though, she seems pretty in love with you."

Fred shrugs, and immediately George knew. "Mum and Dad both know that we don't take rules by the book, Freddie. We simply have a mind of our own."

The older twin didn't dare to respond. He knows how he and George have a mind of their own, yes, he and his twin always had blown up different rooms and bathrooms - causing plumbers and carpenters to be working more than their usual hours.

With one pat on the shoulder from George, they made their way outside the Quidditch closet, with Ginny following closely behind with a pastry in her hand.

"Where'd you get that?" George asks as he tries to pinch off a part from Ginny, who had successfully whisked the bun away before George could get a hold of it.

"This," Ginny says before taking the last bite, "is from Y/N. If you want you could ask for one, or let Fred ask, I'm sure she'll give more than one." Ginny winks at Fred.

"I'm pretty sure she'll give the whole basket if Fred's the one who'll ask," Harry follows in, making them laugh as Fred huffed and rolled his eyes.

"Those are for later, you know she only gave you that bun since you’re her favourite Weasley," Fred says, still annoyed by the fact that he had not seen Y/N the whole day. "I beg to differ," Ginny counters, wiping off the cinnamon-covered fingers on her handkerchief, "when she got back, the first thing she asked after greeting me was where you are, I'm pretty sure I'm second."

"When did I fall into third place?" George pouts, making Fred punch his arm.

"Where is she?" Fred turns to Ginny as they neared the marble staircase towards the castle.

As soon as Fred has taken a shower and changed into comfier clothes, he finds himself wandering over the Kitchens four hours before the banquette - while he knows Y/N might be busy preparing, he couldn't help it, especially when he had witnessed the beauty of each curve that her body possessed. It was as if she was the finest wine Fred desperately needed to taste and devour, and he'll do everything to taste it - and for all he knew, Fred always got his things his way.

So, when Fred sees Madame Pomfrey leave the Kitchens with maidens following about her, he tries to recognise each lady, and when he realises Y/N was not included in the roster, he sneaks his way down to the Kitchens.

Lo, and behold, the fairest maiden his eyes had ever seen. Y/N was chopping the vegetables in such serenity Fred always found himself drawn towards. He took quiet steps, so much for not trying to break her focused stance before placing his hands on her hips, making Y/N jolt as she felt the touch.

"Goodness, sire," Y/N chuckles nervously as she recognises the familiar scent of the man who had his hands on the expanse of her hips. "you scared me."

"Where were you?" Fred ignores her remark, sliding his hands to her waist as he pulls the body against his, his body flushing at the contact, and sooner enough, he was getting turned on by the way he acknowledges he felt her skin beneath his touch.

"Head maiden duties, I had to accompany mesdames," Y/N whispers, hands failing to chop the vegetables on her board as she basks in the presence of the attractive young man whom she had been pining ever since.

Fred smirks at how Y/N tries her very best to stay composed, and soon enough, Fred places his chin on her shoulder as his hands enveloped Y/N's, guiding her hands in chopping the vegetables.

"You know you do have magic, right?" Fred whispers as his lips ghost the shell of her ear, kitten licking a small portion of her skin, making the lass shiver at the action. "Yes, sire," Y/N responds, biting her lip.

"But I prefer you guiding me on how to do it," Y/N responds timidly, making Fred's breath hitch and for him to let out a low groan. "God, m'lady," Fred chuckles as he presses his hips against her bum, "you don't know what you do to me."

Y/N places down her knife and spins around, making Fred lose his balance before gripping the edge of the counter Y/N had been working on, trapping the lady between his arms, their lips almost touching at the very small distance between them.

"Then let me know," Y/N says, and Fred immediately places his mouth on hers, pushing his hips against the crotch as much as he can, considering that her flowy dress didn't give him much access to it. Y/N moaned, hands intertwining behind Fred's neck as she pulled him deeper into the kiss.

Fred, with only half a mind, had successfully pushed the vegetables aside as well as the other kitchenware, taking a hold of her thighs to aid her as he told her to jump and seat on the counter. Y/N's legs spread wide as Fred hoisted the fabric towards the top of her thighs, giving him room as he tried to dry hump against her clothed crotch.

"Merlin, baby," Fred says as soon as their kiss broke, eyes meeting hers as his hips rutted against her, with Y/N sensually trying to meet his rhythm. "a fucking goddess you are - a slut - but a goddess." he winks at her, making Y/N blush.

But as soon as things could escalate further, the lad and the lass both heard the faint voice of Madame Pomfrey, with the heels of her shoes clicking against the marble stone floor.

"Shit," Fred says, pulling Y/N down from the counter and casting a verbal spell to fix the things on the counter. As soon as the counter was back to normal, he faced the lass, almost groaning at the sight of her: flushed, with dark eyes in such a stare he knew was only reserved for him.

"God, are you so sexy," Fred says as he pecks her lips more than once. "dinner duties?" he asks as the steps become loud with each second. Y/N shook her head, "They wanted me to rest."

Fred hummed, "Be there at the dining hall, alright? I'll miss you,"

"But, sir -"

"Lord's orders," he winked before turning Y/N around and making her take hold of the knife and usher her back to chopping.

"Oh, Lord Weasley! What a surprise," Madame Pomfrey says with a gasp as she finds him walking around the Kitchens, looking dishevelled, but the Housekeeper remained ignorant. "To who do I offer the visit?"

"I got hungry, looked for something to eat," Fred shrugged, "would you be serving the custards later, Madame Pomfrey?" he follows up a second later as the Housekeeper was about to respond.

"Oh, yes, sire, in fact, Y/N was the one who said to serve that tonight," Madame Pomfrey smiles. "Do you have any more requests for the dinner tonight, my Lord?"

"I'm good, thank you," Fred smiles, "but if I were to get hungry and needed those custards before dessert, I could ask Y/N right?" he smirks as Y/N's blush deepened.

"Of course, sir," Madame Pomfrey replies.

"Good, now, will you excuse me," Fred says, excusing himself, without him not trying to sneak a wink in Y/N's way.

And excuse herself was something Y/N tries to do as the banquette neared and some invited guests arrived at the Dining Hall. She hadn't seen Fred since he made his presence known in the Kitchens, and to say that the encounter made her underwear wet was an understatement. In fact, the whole time she had been preparing the custard flans, she has been looking at the door of the Kitchens ever now and so often as Fred said a while ago, and she only had stopped when Madame Pomfrey had called out her attention regarding it.

She huffs in annoyance as it dawns on her that Fred wasn't going to go down before dinner, and it almost pushes her to the edge when she had walked past him across the halls and he hadn't spared a glance at her.

How dare you, Y/N thinks.

And that was why she finds herself tucked underneath the long table of the Dining Hall, and she silently thanks herself for having to have chosen a thicker and longer table cover that reached the floor, for if not, she would be having a difficult time trying to act upon Fred's endless teasing.

So, as soon as she sees the familiar leather shoes clicking against the floor with the gold buckle that she knew was Fred's, she situates herself in front of the chair that Fred stopped at, and as soon as he took a seat, Y/N tries to contemplate whether what she was thinking of was worth the risk.

Goddamn it, Y/N bites her lip, I'm doing it.

Y/N had given ample time for Fred to situate during dinner, and her heart almost flutters as she held back a chuckle when Fred started tapping his foot impatiently on the floor as he tried to fidget, as if he were searching for someone.

When Fred's impatient foot-tapping had come to a halt, that is when Y/N's fingers lightly danced on Fred's knee, making Fred's knee jerk and hit the table, with Fred slightly groaning at the sudden action, and her laughing lightly as Fred tries to excuse what had happened.

Not a long while after, a teaspoon had fallen from the table, and Y/N stayed still as she didn't know whose silverware had fallen. Her breath hitched as she tried to keep it in, and sooner enough, she was met by a mischievous grin of Fred's.

Fred winks at her as he retrieves the spoon from the ground, making her blush as Fred pulls his chair closer to the table, much to Y/N's comfortability.

Y/N takes the lead as she tries to unbuckle Fred's trousers, pulling them down slightly as her breath ghosts on the black boxers Fred had worn. Her lips leave a kiss on the bulge that was starting to grow from the crotch, and her underwear, if it had been wet before, was getting wetter than it was a while ago.

She bites her lip before pulling the trousers down to pool at Fred's ankles, tongue immediately latching on Fred's clothed cock, making the lad jump in his seat. His hips involuntarily bucked slightly, an act which Y/N took that he wanted more.

But Y/N was not willing to comply - not yet - that's why she pushed his hips down on the chair, making Fred choke on his food, and Y/N smirked as she found the situation pleasant. She kept on kissing the covered dick, with her tongue going out every now and then to lick him under the fabric.

Her hands which were used to push Fred's hips down held the side of his thighs, pinching the muscular flesh as her teeth bit the band of his boxers, pulling it down sensually as she felt Fred tense up. Her fingers immediately tapped on his skin, soothing him down.

As soon as the pants were discarded along with his trousers, Y/N wasted no time and immediately licked his throbbing dick from the base to the tip of his head, taking her time to flick the skin from the head, tongue running across the slit of his cock.

Y/N's left hand went in between his thighs to cup his balls, wriggling her hand as she tried to massage as she bobbed her head up and down the impressive length of Fred. The hand that was used to cup Fred's thigh was now used to jack off his penis, her chest heaving out in such intensity as she tried to catch her breath.

Her fingers tightened and squeezed around the head, and soon, she was spitting on his head and smearing her saliva throughout the head, spreading it out on his dick before divulging again.

Fred's left hand went down the table, his thighs jerking every now and then as he tried to answer the small talk he found himself in, his hand tried to search for Y/N's right hand, to which Y/N had noticed, and after wiping the saliva-coated hands with Fred's thigh, she reached her hand towards Fred's and intertwined her hands with his.

"Fuck," Y/N breathed out as she paused from giving head to Fred, as it was challenging with his length and girth; hitting the back of her throat every down and then as she tried to eat him out whole.

Y/N was jerking Fred's dick off with such intensity, noting how Fred has been trying to suppress his squirming by tapping his foot and tightening his grip on their intertwined hands. She saw how Fred tried to buck his hips towards her mouth, and Y/N helped Fred by putting him in her mouth again, bobbing her head up and down with her tongue following suit, as her hand jacked off the remaining flesh that her mouth couldn't reach.

The hand which was used to massage his balls have been discarded, as she had already pushed down her hand to her underwear, teasing her clit before pushing two fingers inside her, desperately wanting to chase Fred's orgasm so she could come with the man.

It was at the same time when Y/N felt her orgasm approaching as Fred's right hand was now grasping her jaw, guiding her to be fast in order for him to come as his left hand dug his fingernails into Y/N's right hand. He didn't know Y/N was touching herself, and Y/N didn't know that Fred was doing everything in his willpower what was happening to him underneath the table.

Y/N quickened the pace on his cock, the noise of his skin on his mouth as well as her gagging was enough to turn her on, good thing that the Dining Hall was packed; as it drowned out the sinful noise that came under the table, had anyone been attentive enough.

Fred's hands stilled on Y/N, signalling that he was about to come, at the same time Y/N also came on her fingers, drenching her undergarments with her release. Fred's cum splattered down to the back of her throat, the salty yet sweet liquid burning up her tongue as she milked out his climax.

When Y/N felt that he was done, she swallowed the cum and pulled him out of her mouth and licked him clean slowly with her tongue, earning a squirm from Fred as he leaned against the chair, slightly peering at her from where she knelt on the ground in front of him.

"I'm sensitive," he mouthed, eyebrows furrowing as he met the innocent gaze of Y/N when she kitten-licked his overstimulated head. "Please," she followed his request.

Y/N winked and opened her mouth, indirectly telling him that she has swallowed his load. Fred's hooded eyelids looked at her in awe as he tried to breathe deeply without being obvious. His hands made way to her jaw and he ran his fingers on her cheek, "So pretty," he whispered.

Dinner soon ended after what seemed like a long while, but the night will soon be longer, for as Y/N reappeared - though looking unkempt - at the Dining Hall, clearing the tables as if she had not been underneath the table throughout, Fred cleared his throat and whispered to her, "Chambers, in two hours."

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[epiclamer]

i don’t have a prompt but i have a visual image of hero/villain being tied up with two guards holding their arms. then they get dropped to their knees. there’s also blood? in their hair? and on their face? idk. would you write something for this, please, darling? (platonic ofc) thank you !!

I can’t write this sorry-

(No reposts but reblogs appreciated <3)

Confession

Hero’s knees hit the rough cement that dug into their already present bruises, they let out a groan as the guards tugged their bound arms harshly and pulled on their shoulders. They let their head hang as they watched steady drops of blood stream from their nose onto the floor. If this was defeat then they were ready to accept it; Hero couldn’t fight anymore.

If Villain decided to kill them then so be it.

“Hello, Hero.” Villains voice boomed as they entered the echoing room, their steps resonating through the air as they walked up to their bound nemesis. There must have been a silent agreement that passed through the villains as the two henchmen dropped Hero’s arms and made their way out of the room.

Villain knelt down and cupped Hero’s face with one hand delicately, slowly guiding the exhausted Hero’s eyes to focus on their own. “Oh, love…” Villain chided, taking in the others beaten and bloodied appearance. “What have they done to you?”

Hero would’ve laughed if they could, but their broken ribs and crushed ego was bad enough and with how soft Villain treated them, there were tears streaming down their face in seconds. Villain didn’t waste a second to wrap them in a gentle hug, holding Hero close and supporting their weight against their chest as they worked on the bonds that kept Hero’s hands tied tightly behind their back.

Once Hero’s arms were free they let them fall to their sides and they allowed themselves to collapse completely against their nemesis. They didn’t care that it was Villain, they didn’t care about how weak they were in front of their greatest enemy and they most definitely didn’t care about why Villain was doing this.

…but Hero had to admit that they were a little bit curious.

“W-why are you doing t-this??? W-why are you helping… m-me???” Hero pulled away to clutch their chest, they were sobbing and every breath of air in or out burnt through their rib cage with pain.

Villain sighed, finally revealing the small first aid kit strapped to their belt as they opened it and began searching through it. “Because I need you. I need you to stay alive and I need you to be okay.”

Hero watched idly as Villain opened a pack of wet wipes and began to wipe Hero’s dirt covered skin. They looked like a terrible painting of red and black welts covered in months of dirt build up. Maybe it was the time they spent in Other Villains cellar or maybe it was the hope Villain gave them, but something in Hero’s heart started to yearn again and this time it yearned for Villain after being silent for so long.

That’s exactly what prompted them to lean forward and rest their forehead against Villains. Gazing into their eyes tiredly as they felt Villains hands trailing across their body delicately as they kept on cleaning the grime off their lover. Hero didn’t want to think about the state they were in nor what the future had planned for them, for now they just wanted to be with Villain. Their nemesis, their enemy, their everything, their home.

So when Villain gently tilted their lips towards the Hero’s and enveloped them in a kiss, Hero didn’t hesitate saying the words that had scared them so long ago.

“I love you.”

[therulerofallpotatos]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

Curious what ur fav fics of yours are? 👀🖤🩷

Like ever?Like my five favorite fics of ever? oh boy ok lemme pull up the list

Well immediately I Bit Him so He's Mine is coming to the top of the list which isn't even done yet but is sitting rn at around 40k, is my longest project ever and officially novel length. Between the writing a murder mystery, writing a low fantasy adventure, the gothic/fairytail romance, the hyde wednesday/hyde tyler scenes, the subplots, and the fact that I'm not able nor do i want to rely on psychic visions for information, this is the most involved and exciting project I've probably ever done. Before Wednesday, I hadn't really sat down and written a proper drawn out mystery plot and this is the first where there were no psychic visions either. It's also officially longer than my Absolution novella which is not on this list just because that fic was one of the first I ever wrote and it shows. (though it is special to me because of that)

2. I'll add Wandering in the Dark because it was born of a prompt that my hs senior english teacher gave the class for a project that'd been anticipated (or dreaded depending on who you were) all semester. Basically, we all got to draw a disease (chronic I believe or at least mine was) out of a hat and then just do whatever we wanted writing a story with it. He gave me complete creative freedom. I wrote steter fanfiction which is also why it reads for someone who isn't familiar with teen wolf. I got an A.

3. My Lost Soul (Lead Me to Redemption) was my baby for a long time. It was one of the first pieces I ever wrote in a creative writing class which I then rewrote as sterek fanficiton and evolved into a whole series with Derek, Stiles, and Peter becoming the Hale Pack again. My writing style and quality drastically changes from beginning to end and there's something special about getting to see that firsthand reading this series. I'm sure it would only have continued if I hadn't lost steam for the story.

4. This is not a fair game. I'm not even left my teen wolf list yet.

4. I suppose I'll put Have You Seen Me? because idk I just like it. I like it a lot. I like exploring Tyler immediately after the cave. I like the title and the way the summary is just Tyler's wanted poster. I like how it leads into Wednesday going to Nevermore and I like how they interact with each other and Tyler being an Addams

5. Hold Me Close and it's sister fic Pin Me Down (to be posted) will have to take place as well. I'm counting both because I love them for the same reason. I've been writing officially since 2016 and for at least as long I always knew that I would eventually write my own fuck or die/sex pollen fic and that I'd take the approach of approaching the potential trauma and very present vulnerability present in the premise. Plus, the sex marathon aspect was a good writing challenge to stretch out the sex scene long enough to actually feel like a marathon reading it. Hold Me Close's sex scene was around 3000 words. Pin Me Down's sex scene is 3455 words long.

Honorable mentions for an abandoned multi-chap from high school that I hadn't thought about for years solely because I recently went to a convention where I met a lot of local authors and talked their ears off about writing and the genres we do and our current projects (and I had plenty due to wyler week and the bingo) and this one author recognized my ao3 alias and loved the fic in question. Mark Me an Angel for the hannigram fandom which also is a good example of why you plan a basic plot/direction when you start something.

[ravvenheart]

fifi here, sparklative thong left a trace in my head (and since I’m occupied by other works, idk if I write it) so I’m leaving a prompt with a usage of those:

Roleplay in bed - SW and client, idk something along those lines. Feat SPARKLATIVE THONG. And maybe slight femininization (switching pronouns??? A bit of makeup)

A scene before - “lets try something new” talk with negotiation and boundaries, bc it’s good to talk abt trying something new

"Why this has been so has been sparkling?" jan asks, no one in particlar. In hindsight, the footage of him drunkenly wondering about this piece of fabric was slightly embarassing. With grammatical skills of the english language completely lost on him, Jure and Nace passed him after some time. The drummer chuckled along but ignored him ultimately but Nace, best boyfriend one could ever have, paid attention to him and listened to his ramblings. the battery of mark's battery conviently gave up, so he left for his bag inside, promising hed return in a moment.

"nacko, look at it, its so pretty"

The older nodded along and looked him up and down with dark eyes jan always got lost in. "Yeah, very pretty"

"But why so sparkla-, sparkly-, sparklative?" he rambled on, completely focsued on the thin fabric with deliacate lace and shining rhinestones.

Totally oblivious to the dark gaze his boyfriend is sending him, nace leaned in and whispered "Reds always been your color Janći. think youd look breathtaking"

Jans head whipped around at the words, trance abrubtly ending as he finally met naces mischevious eyes. something in his stomach fluttered as images flew around his head and his breath stopped for a second.

Lace across his pelvis, rhinestones framing his hips and fabric barely fitting his dick with the head peaking out to the side. Nace between his legs, kissing hickies onto his inner thighs and hands, gripping tight, leaving bruises on his hips. He felt himself shifting away from the hot breath on his sensetive skin but then again moving back, needing more, more stimulation, more touch, more nace. he was breathing hard as the bassists large, calloused hands caressed his sides and spread on his stomach. Goosebumps all over his body-

Jan felt the blush on his ears but the footsteps of marc made him return to the present because jesus christ, where did these thoughts come from? this was definetely neither the right time nor place to dive into this newly developed-, kink? Preference? interest? Well, whatever it was, nace chuckled meanly at jan, apparently fully aware of the crisis he started in the younger man. the bassist planted a short but hot kiss under his ear, making jan shiver and freed himself from his grip and turned back to walk back to the venue just as marc started filming again. quickly realizing he needed to get his act back to the "why is this so sparklative?", he rambled on again and yelled back at nace, though the older mans words reverberated in his mind. The vision even more.

***

Guess who returned with a little treat!?

Dear fifi, you are so correct about the sparkative thong and there has been a vision in my head I cannot get rid of and I've been writing whenever I had time this week (in between working 40hrs and getting sick lol) and I am not even remotely finished but I really really wanted to share this with yall!

I'll try to get this done in the next few days, I think I am at 2k right now but I won't promise anything, because I never fulfill my promises anyway lol but I offer this as a little tasting, teasing you for what is about to come (and who!)

Excuse the typos, I haven't betad this yet and I'll be going on a trip to brugge tmr and I am very tired, I promise the finished version will be better!

[summoner-j]

(This started out as rambling, turned into a fic prompt, then rambling again)

The Sheriff is the Codfather

This is mostly several headcanons of mine for this man finally coming together and creating this mess in my mind; ok this is based on the basis that nobody knows The Sheriffs name, and that he was wandering the masa before finding the hat he bases his whole identity on. And we know leaving the ocean causes memory loss (Jimmy and Lizzie not realizing that they’re basically Demigods and seablings) but we don’t know to what extent, like we know that they remembered their own names the first time but what about the second? And while Lizzie forgets almost immediately, we can see it’s because the ocean’s blessings are wearing off, and she got the blessings because of the orb, and the orb also gave her her axolotl-like form.

You know who didn’t get their orb? Jimmy! He could theoretically have lost his memory more slowly then his sister, slow enough to forget his name and not realize it. He could have also slowly turn more human-like as the years went by. Mind and body changing almost unrecognizable to the past, he finally grew stubble(ah yes the whole sea monster thing with smooth skin for scales to grow in)! Changed so much that he could find a hat and therefore his new identity so quickly. He’s The Sheriff. Him being anything else is inconceivable and blasphemy to the Law. He then changes to fit this role, he’s more strict, more aggressive, he tries to be more serious and respected, he’s less laid back. Now this isn’t to say he’s totally different, The Sheriff is still Jimmy even if he doesn’t know it.

But is he still the Codfather? No. He can’t be both. Then what’s with the title? Idk. But here’s where we take canon and put it in the blender because it’s time for a canon divergence! I haven’t watched the recent stuff because this has been distracting me from recent possibly headcanon breaking lore, so I’m going in blind. And I can’t write.

Now I heard somewhere that the hat got destroyed, and since I didn’t want to go through the trouble of removing the hat this is where we start off the divergence; the hat still gets destroyed just differently; The Sheriff somehow got blasted into a mangrove tree in the swamp, hit his head, fell into the water, accidentally killed a cod and got its head, and then drowned in the shallow part of the water. Everyone is confused, he should have died when he hit the tree, or at least broken his bones, but no, drowning killed him. 

Anyway, people gather his stuff (including his destroyed hat and the cod head that someone accidentally put in) in a chest and wait for him to respond, but when he does he and everyone present (not much are) are confused, he’s quite, which isn’t weird for just respawning but it is weird when you look at his expression, he’s acting like he’s respawned in a room full of strangers, and then it hits, he must not have healed properly, which is a relief since he just needs to eat.

FWhip hands him his stuff, and instead of immediately grabbing his hat he grabs the head right next to it and wears that instead. People, of course, laugh, as it’s not everyday you wittiness someone you know experience respawn confusion, let alone that someone being The Sheriff. It’s funny until he says “Hi, I’m Jimmy, and you guys are?” No one speaks, in the 10-15 years he’s been The Sheriff, he has not once addressed himself differently, even jokingly, this feels invasive, like they found out something they shouldn’t have.

And that’s the end of my writing, but sometime after this Joel comes and they find out Jimmy doesn’t know about Toy Story, as that was a recent play and his mind is like decades into the past, and even if he did know he wouldn’t be as offended since he doesn’t see the resemblance “Woodys a sheriff” “Okay, and?” The rest of the rulers quickly find out something’s wrong, The Sheriff isn’t upholding the law like he use to and is actually acting like a political figure and is calling himself The Codfather, food did not help.

Everyone knows The Sheriff’s not in his right mind, only three people know his name(they’ve sworn themselves to secretcy, even though he’s ‘delirious’, there’s the slight chance that’s his real name and they don’t want to out him, he should tell them when he wants to, not because of some ‘glitch’), and Joel, Joel’s having a rough time. The whole ’toy’ thing started because Joel didn’t know what The Sheriff was, but he did know The Sheriff wasn’t fully mortal, and he didn’t like that, so he chose to believe The Sheriff was a toy, because the alternative was something Joel didn’t like thinking about because some stuff should stay in the past.

Jimmy has no idea what’s going on, like he still remembers his time as sheriff, but it’s been over shadowed by thousands years worth of memories returning all at once, and the fact that he’s pretty sure all his friends are reincarnated (that means that he’s sister is dead(or is she?)) and two are now gods. Shelby (Shrub?!) makes a potions to cure him by rewind, and now he no longer looks human and looks more like himself in season 1, Shelby doesn’t know what went wrong. Everyones freaking out and it’s chaos. Scott also found an orb,

[bre4yd]

As per my previous post saying i have some oc art finished. I present to yall Eri and Nana!

Eri is a celestial mage, and she's capable of many things, such as the divination of the stars. She uses this power to help her friends stay out of trouble, but most of the time, they still end up in perilous situations. But hey, where is the fun in adventure without a little action, right?

Nana here is a cat hybrid (per request of my friend who she helped design her traits). She's an adventurer who left to travel the world with her friends after she graduated top of her class.

Rant under the cut

Idk im pretty new at character designing and kinda just drew what came to mind with no planning. Like look at Eri's design its so clearly something that you'd see if you asked someone to give you a celestial wizard design in 30 minutes. But I am still proud of it. Sometimes my skills cant match what my mind thinks up. Also, these characters are kinda based on my friends i asked each of them what they'd like to be if they were in a fantasy rpg setting and this is what they gave me. I honestly really like the prompts they gave me and I just hope I can do them justice. (Nana is very clearly using a pinterest pose template but dont tell her that pls k thanks)

[itsohh]

Missing Part 1

A/N: Female reader, posting the first part so I have motivation to complete this, cause this prompt has been stuck in my head for a while now for someone not in r6 but idk how to write them so I’m FORCING this idea to be about doc.

Summary: At the end of a mission you end up going AWOL much to Rainbow and NZSAS's despair. After discussing the matter Rainbow agrees to take the lead on the situation. With the help of Tania, Gustave heads to America in order to track you down to figure out what went down and why you went AWOL.

Word count:  2569

Warnings: None

AO3

Sombre expressions were held all around. Sam leaned on the table, his face staring down while the weight of the situation held heavy on his shoulders. Next to him was Harry, seated at the table. Harry was the only one who sat normally while Tiana sat on top of the table, one leg touching the ground slightly while the other was suspended in the air of her side sit. Their eyes flickered to the door as the last member of the group joined the room. Gustave. He was met by their serious expressions, after some consideration they had decided to pull him in on the situation yet kept it a secret from the rest of the operatives. With the dying tension of Nighthavens absence, Rainbow had started to recover. New bonds were formed in the place of destroyed ones of the past, something like this wouldn't help. It would only be a constant reminder of the bad. Someone Harry didn't want.

Sam looked down at the table, he knew Harry would be best to bring the doctor up to speed, he was the best diplomat out of the three of them. Taina gave Gustave a half smile only for a second, one of greeting and perhaps a little of pity. Gustave's brows narrowed as he examined the three before he slowly took a seat in front of them. "I assume something bad has occurred." Not a death, they wouldn't broach such a subject like this.

"Exactly three days ago K was declared AWOL." Harry knew Gustave wouldn't care for beating around the bush. To straight up tell him of the situation was the far better option. It was kept professional and on topic, a level which allowed Gustave to focus on the situation rather than his almost deafening heartbeat that raced in his head.

"Yesterday NZSAS contacted us with this information in hope to continue their investigation into the matter. One in which we have agreed to take over the primary responsibility of the investigation." Gustave's eyes hardened as his hand clenched ever so slightly.

"As you are probably the person who's closest with her on base-"

"Perhaps even off base." Sam interrupted with a mutter which Harry continued to speak, the commend undiscussed.

"We agreed that your insight would be highly valuable, both in terms of your professional opinion and we'll your more personal opinion. This matter is one officially on the books." Harry's eyes flickered to Taina and then back to Gustave's. "But it's still one to be kept on the down low. Aside from those present in the room, only Meghan is aware of the situation."

If someone were to overlook Meghan they would have found her tucked away in the privacy of her dorm room, away from prying eyes. While they talked with Gustave about the situation she was on her laptop and making calls, there was a lot of possible CCTV footage to sift through. "Now the specifics of the situation, Sam if you would please." He nodded to Harry at his queue and pushed off the table.

"She was expected to report in at their base at 2000 hours. After a day went by they checked the civilian fight she was meant to take. The ticket was never checked." He gestured to the map of America behind him. Now Sam had moved out of the way, Gustave had a clear view of the board that had been built up behind it. On it had a large map that took up a quarter of the board. There were pins in your last known locations in green and then where you were supposed to be in red. There were three red pins. One at Auckland airport, one at the NZSAS base and one at IAH Airport in Houston. The red thread lead to the green pin out in the middle of nowhere where it jumped around a few spots before dragging back to IAH Airport.

Next to the map on the board were a couple of pictures, one of the Ford that you had been assigned, a portrait of your face and what you had been wearing that day. Under that was a small picture of an American agent who had been the last to see you. Next to his portrait was a long note of the report that the NZSAS from him. In the bottom right-hand corner they had information about what you had been doing there. "She hadn't been in America for long, two days. They had a joint operation with the FBI about a planned attack against her country. She was there to oversee the apprehension and gain any further intel. From what we heard the mission was a complete success."

"From what we know, nothing would have set her off during the situation. Agent Banks reported she seemed completely normal, in fact, she was credited with keeping the situation calm and reducing the tension." Harry's eyes flickered to the portrait on the board. There were small yellow notes placed, some just added information or questions that both Harry and Sam had made. On the white post-it notes, there were a couple of notes that Taina had made. Gustave's eyes glanced at the small picture of himself, one that had a note about your relationship. Domestic problem? It was Sam's handwriting on the note.

"You want to know if we fought," Gustave spoke up, his eyes making contact with Sam's.

"We want to know if she told you anything if anything at all happened." Taina had her arms folded and Gustave nodded slightly understanding the situation.

"She didn't mention anything. I haven't noticed anything off about her. Nothing bad happened between us, we are doing great really." Taina leaned back and looked away as she absorbed the information.

"So either this wasn't something planned-"

"Or she hid it from Gustave as well." Tania hummed. Gustave's brows narrowed and he swallowed before he spoke, trying to not sound overly defensive.

"Perhaps her absence is not one of will."

"There's been no distress signals, her phone, car, everything dropped off the grid." Sam explained.

"However the drive does take her through an area without reception and CCTV. The possibility that something happened to her hasn't been ruled out." Harry gave him a reassuring smile.

"We haven't ruled out anything at this point." Taina informed him, glancing at the two men.

"From what we know she has a safe house in Texas which we are planning to send Taina to investigate." Harry looked towards the woman as he spoke before looking back at Gustave.

“I know the one.” Sam glanced at Harry at Gustave's comment. “I’ve been there, once a few years ago.” He clarified, why he had been there wasn’t something he mentioned.

"More the reason to… well we wish to send you with her. In the odd case that she is there, we hope your presence could help the situation."

“Of course.” Anything to resolve the situation peacefully. It wasn’t what he said, but its what he thought. The meeting afterwards didn’t run too long, Gustave was thankful when it finally finished.

In the safety of his bedroom, he sat on the bed with a sigh. His heart thrummed ever louder as his body dipped down on its soft surface. He knew you, he knew you weren’t the type to abandon. Something screamed off about the situation and until he found any proof of the situation he was going to presume that something bad happened. You wouldn’t have abandoned your team, wouldn’t have abandoned him.

The flight to Texas was one of pressure and silence. Taina and Gustave spoke little about the situation, it wasn’t until they received a call after their landing did they finally speak with each other. On the side of the road Tania pulled over, the sedan was parked out of the way while Gustavbe brought up the shared laptop in the middle console. There as the call went through they were greeted by both Sam and Meghan. “So what do you have for us?” Tania asked, her hand supporting her head while she leaned on it. Meghan sent through several files that Gustave promptly brought up on the screen, covering Meghan's face ever so slightly.

“So the car she was assigned did get pinged, at some point she got off course and started to go South away from Houston.”

“This is on the way towards her safe house.” Tania noticed and Meghan nodded in response.

“Exactly, we have CCTV going through an intersection as well.” Gustave found the video file that had been sent through. While it didn’t have any volume they could easily identify the license plates in the black-and-white video.

“Hmm, rewind a little.” Taina asked and Gustave followed her instructions, the car had been speeding and when they paused her brows furrowed. “Do we know what state the car was in when she left her mission?” Meghan looked towards Sam and he paused.

“We weren’t told of any damage to the vehicle but I can get confirmation.”

“The front of the car, it's damaged, you can see how it's out of shape, the driver side door as well.” She pointed, Gustave had to look forward, it wasn’t the largest of videos but after a moment he could see what she was talking about.

“That brings up the possibility someone could be after her.” Gustave turned his face to Taina as he spoke and she nodded in agreement.

“While her file is classified we do know she has had extensive work in America, it’s why they sent her in the first place.” Sam explained.

“Which means a decent amount of enemies.” Tiana hummed.

“Then why would she go off course? Wouldn’t she have made contact and arranged for extraction then?” Meghan asked and they all paused, it was logical thinking.

“A mole perhaps? Not trusting the Americans?”

“There's too much going on to properly speculate at the moment.” Sam huffed, but he agreed trying to figure out your mental state was a priority and would change how they approached the situation.

“There's one thing to note, this was pinged about three hours later than when it should have been if she were to be continuously driving.” Meghan explained. A lot could happen in three hours.

“She drives rather fast as well.” Gustave hummed.

“We'll continue our way to the house, call if you find out anything more.” Taina said goodbye, Meghan nodding in response before the call ended leaving Gustave to pull the laptop onto his lap while Taina started the car up again.

It was night when the pair of them arrived. The house was rather quaint, the first thing they both noticed was the car that had been abandoned on the front lawn. The area was rather bare, in the middle of nowhere one could see for miles, any element of surprise would have been lost in the day. Thankfully the darkness of the night concealed the car as it slowly rolled in, its headlights off. The house was one story, with a garage to the right, a typical house. The car turned into silence as the pair of them left it, the dust settled around them on the gravel road. Taina's hand felt the metal hood of your assigned car for a moment. “Cold.” Up close they could see the damage, the car had certainly taken a beating, dents covered the front of it added with a spray of bullet- it was obvious you had been in some type of fight.

Their footsteps crunched on the ground as they approached the dark house. Gustave paused at the front door, his knuckles against it as he looked over his shoulder to Tania. She nodded, her hand going to his pistol, they had no idea what they would get when they opened the door. The sound of his knuckles echoed out, joining the sound of crickets. “Mon amour, are you there?” He paused waiting for a moment but there seemed to be no answer. His eyes flashed to Taina and he took a few steps.

The slam of her foot against the door would have kicked in any normal door, but the frame didn’t budge and she let out a sound in annoyance. It was reinforced. Brute force wouldn’t get them through the door rather quickly. She went to one of the pockets of her pants, fishing out a small lock-picking set and got to work. A few minutes later a grin spread across her face and the door clicked open. Gustave flicked his hands on the light switch and he stopped at the scene in front of him. Blood trickled on the ground, a trail which had the odd bloody hand print on it, Tiana suspected if she went outside during the day she would see a similar sight originating from the car. It seemed you had set up shop in the large lounge that built up most of the building.

A chair had been dragged out by the dining room table. There was a plate next to it with what looked like to be medical disinfectant, a pile of bloody cloths and a bullet in the middle of the plate. Tania started to sweep the idea while Gustave made his way to the area. On the table, his hand brushed over the remnants. “All clear!” Taina's voice echoed through the building. “Gustave, come here for a moment?” She called and his head lifted up, leaving the mess and making his way to the origin of her voice, the bedroom. His hand hovered over his gun as he crept up, his shoulders falling when he saw she was safe.

The room was far more of a mess, the wardrobe had been ripped out, clothes decorated the floor while the bedside table was also open. What made Tania pause was they weren’t your clothing. “These are the clothes I left here.” His eyes looked over them, it wasn’t many but you had convinced him that in the odd case of emergency it would be nice to have a set there. You had been looking for something, what it was though, he didn’t know.

“Why would she be looking through them?”

“I don’t know, there wasn’t anything in them.”

“She's certainly not here but her car is still here, do you think she went out on foot?”

“She might have taken her Toyota, I remember we didn’t use much it while we stayed here but there was one in the garage.”

“Do you remember the plates?”

“Non. We were rather busy.” He coughed and looked away much to her roll of the eyes. He moved on to what he discovered about the living room to catch her up. “I do know it’s been at least an hour since she was last here, her blood is dried. I’ll send Meghan a notice about her car, it’s a Japanese import so I double there would be too many on the road.” He let out a sigh, you were injured and alone, and he couldn’t help but worry. “There's a spare room down the hall. We should rest for the night, hopefully, by then Meghan will have something for us.”