#Every day I write at least one word for Three Idiots and a Name

[uzis-dopeaf-hat]

Murder Drones HumanAU + some updates

Summary: Uzi doesn't get along with anyone in her school, let alone her town. Why would she ever do anything for them?

After a fiasco in their chemistry class, she and three other students are forced to compensate by participating in the entertainment portion of Copper-9's big fall festival.

Uzi is almost tempted to just take the three weeks suspension and marks on her record, but if she wants to get out of this town she can't have anything stopping her. So, VERY reluctantly...

She agrees.

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A/N: Still planning on a Nuzi post, but I've been so busy that I haven't had time to work on it too much this weekend.

As compensation... I have this?

I pulled that summary out of my ass, but I have a very vague idea of how this series would go. There would be probably at least two parts, each being multi-chapter with, of course, eventual Nuzi. Planning on sprinkling a bit of SmokeyBat and... Thuzi? Thi?? Uzid??? I don't actually know since I don't really... ship them?? Lol, which is a bit funny once you read what I've cooked so far.

Obviously, human au, with like 50 other themes mixed in (eventually). ALSO nothing supernatural (sorry if you wanted that, admittedly I did ponder the idea), but I still think this will be super interesting if I'm able to get a good outline going. I've been thinking about this idea for a few weeks.

Partly inspired by both Broken Balance by Gamecube19 and by chance by spero11 (which if you somehow haven't read I highly recommend). If I end up writing more of this it'll make a bit more sense where my inspiration came from.

Anywho, enough about me, lemme share my weird ideas with you all!

Sidenote: This fic will have NO smut or gore but WILL end with Nuzi if I pursue it, it just needs to simmer :)

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Uzi grumbles as the two idiots sitting in front of her continue their discussion on whether or not they can create their alcohol with the chemicals they were provided with for their chemistry lab that day. They were testing reaction types with certain compounds in various ways, which is up to their lab groups.

This usually isn’t a huge issue as her seatmate- Thad- is typically her assigned partner. Each lab table could fit four people, and since Thad was constantly to the right of her, he’d usually take pity when the teacher made the students choose their partners. Fortunately, that was a rare case when the teacher was in a good mood (which was never) and decided to let them choose their partners freely.

And in those rare cases, every single time Uzi tried to insist she was fine by herself, hide, or even pretend she already had a partner, the teacher has always either caught her or assigned her to an already made group (and this never ends up well for anyone in the classroom). Hence, why Thad (literally the ONLY person who talked to her outside of class occasionally) would always partner up with the girl.

She pretends it doesn’t make her chest feel funny.

But in a not super rare case (unfortunately), the whole lab table was required to conduct today's experiment together. 

In front of Uzi sat Sam, the typical resident stoner one can probably conjure up easily in their head. The stereotypical guy, except maybe the lack of obnoxiously dirty and long hair. He always had a beanie on like Uzi herself, though he has a buzzcut whenever it's off… which is seldom (once again, like Uzi).

Uzi wouldn’t mind the boy if he remembered… well, anything about her… but more importantly their freaking assignments that he constantly forgets to finish (she makes Braidon do Sam’s share). 

He always forgot her name, and even after re-informing him, he again forgets within the next few minutes. It's probably because of all the edibles he eats. Uzi thanks god every day she doesn’t have to deal with the stench of weed by this boy because god only knows if he’d survive her rage of having to smell that shit all day. They have close lockers so she wouldn’t be able to escape that reek even if she wanted to.

As for Braidon, he was a stuck-up, rude, and obnoxious redhead. He and Thad were definitely on the higher ranking when it came to their school's hierarchy, but unlike Thad, he flaunted that status in the stupidest ways Uzi could imagine. Constantly cut others in line at lunch, always making sure he’d “accidentally” spill his food onto the girl (which, way to get creative, idiot? Lizzy’s pulled that one back in Middle School), being the goddamned teacher's pet while borderline tattling on Uzi for things that never even happened (like the one time Rebecca stuck gum in another girls hair and had Braidon blame Uzi for it), and most recently, decided to “confiscate” Uzi’s belongings for a search as another student has supposedly reported to a staff member that she had firearms on her. 

Yeah, Uzi wasn’t fond of the asshole. Her dad always tells her not to fight so much with the other students, always urging her to make amends with the boy. She knows this is only because Braidon’s dad had a huge say in the community, along with one of the bigger funders of their shitty school. Uzi knows she could easily bend that bastard if he ever tried to get physical with her. She knew better than to retaliate physically with so much stacked against her (police chief's daughter or not), but she had her exceptions. 

The last time a bully tried really hurting her she kicked them straight in the face. Uzi had never felt more alive. Her dad wasn’t pleased with her two-week suspension, though.

But back to the shithead, he and his annoying ass tie made its presence known by discussing loudly with Sam about the lack of possibility of turning their little chemistry experiment into alcohol of all things. 

“Sam of all the things you could contribute, why choose this ridiculous notion? Whoever you give that to is going to end up in the hospital.” Braidon states, seemingly uninterested. Thad lets out a chuckle as Sam just gives a lazy shrug, mixing some chemicals he stole from one of the cabinets into a spare beaker that was left on the shelves. “Just lookin’ for somethin’ to do. Wasn’t this the uh- like, what we’re supposed to be doing anyways?” Sam questions, still casually mixing.

Braidon scoffs as he recites their assignment to Sam. Uzi growls and gets out her worksheet, intending to finish her work before class ends. With or without the help of her partners. Braidon will just figure out the work himself and give the information to Sam to copy.

She notices Thad watching her as she prepares their materials. She flushes a bit but elects to ignore her the heat rushing to her face as she finishes setting up, turning to Thad when she’s deemed everything ready.

“Ya ready?” She asks, making sure she doesn’t sound too interested in what he’ll have to say. Thad nods before he quirks a brow at the two in front of them. “What about them?”

Uzi rolls her eyes, “They’ll catch up, as always”. Uzi cracks her knuckles. “Let’s just get this over with already so I can stop talking to you idiots”.

Thad only nods, used to Uzi’s blase and hostile nature to be able to not feel too offended.

As the two work, Braidon seems to notice them moving on without him and Sam and huffs, before beginning to write down their data and shoving Sam in the arm to try and steer his attention at the task at hand (which has about a 30% success rate).

Despite Uzi’s general dislike of her school’s populace (or her town), they’re usually able to get shit done with minimal issues. Thad and Sam typically make for good buffers between the others. If left alone with each other for too long, an argument is guaranteed, along with a high chance of Uzi having a nice visit to the principal's office. 

With that being said, minimal incidents does not mean zero incidents.

The group finishes their lab reports first, thanks to Braidon and Uzi’s high intelligence (not that anyone is singing her praises), and they proceed to turn in their papers. Uzi cleans up the lab table since Sam is too doped up to realize it needs cleaning, while Braidon doesn’t care to help if it means any more interaction with Uzi, which neither of them wants.

Thad, of course, helps. And Uzi makes sure to be extra careful when he hands her a beaker he just rinsed, cautiously preventing her fingers from grazing his (even if she may desperately crave to). It doesn’t take long to finish, and Uzi lets out a sigh as she places herself back on her stool, checking her phone and noting that she only has twenty minutes before class ends. Luckily, this is her last class of the day. Once that bell rings she is out. 

Uzi leans down to grab her bag below her seat, struggling, before letting out a defeated groan and hopping out of her chair to reach it instead. She places it on the table before jumping back in her spot yanking her earbuds from the bag's side pocket and shoving them in her ears and phone aux. 

She puts on one of the many random playlists she’s painfully curated over the years on,  turning up the volume probably too high to drown out her shitty class, before grabbing one of her journals (which looked to have been used quite a bit), a blue and a black ballpoint pen (she’d need new ones soon), and a thick folder filled with varying sizes of used paper (both blank and assignments).

The others ignore her, Thad knowing better than to look at her work as last time he did so she shouted at him so suddenly that he couldn’t hear out of his left ear for the entirety of football practice.

Uzi turns to where she had left the journal’s bookmark ribbon, the page showing different designs for a variety of weapons, the next page is the start of a messy sketch of a landscape being made with small notes added here and there. It was a blank journal, so no lines obscured the mess of ink she had left behind.

Uzi hums as her music continues to blare, turning it up more as some lab tables away a group is having a spat about their results. 

Next, she grabs her folder, which is purple and made of cheap cardboard. The spine was starting to deteriorate and the smaller subfolders had been repaired with black duct tape to help keep it together, barely keeping all her papers together (she’d have to delegate some old papers to recycling or her closet soon). All of the papers were filled with notes from over the years, keeping the most important ones to the left, and the most relevant to the right. Uzi grabbed one from the right subfolder and turned it around to check the back, before setting it down and closing the folder. 

On one side of the paper was a one-page assignment that had been graded and returned, a large ‘100%’ in red marker covering the top. On the other side, there were more notes, mostly about some sort of story concept, along with side notes to footnotes, unorganized and multicolored. Uzi looks at some of the purple ink left on the paper, making a mental note to grab a pack of purple pens as well when she eventually goes to the store.

Looking at the paper, she smiles a bit before getting to work in her journal, making certain lightly sketched areas more detailed, adding elements she had previously intended to incorporate. In the corner in all caps in small letters, the words “DEATH’S DRONES: PLANET-9 CONCEPT.” Underneath in an even smaller font was “title a work in progress.” Uzi wasn’t very proud of her naming abilities. 

As the girl continued her sketching, she didn’t notice her table mates suddenly begin to speak. Not until someone rounded the table and painfully ripped one of her earbuds out.

“OW, What the absolute f-” She’s interrupted from her anger by the suspect, Braidon, tutting at her and waving a hand. 

“Oh, hush up you’ll be fine. We just needed you for something real quick.”

Uzi growls as she narrows her eyes, now noticing that Thad and Sam are also staring at her, with Sam at some point having also stood up and placed next to Braidon. He was still holding the beaker from earlier. She checks her phone. 

‘2:53,’ a little over five minutes left of this hellhole. Uzi detested the idea of getting into an argument with the idiot in front of her and having to stay at the school for any longer than she wanted because she had somehow “instigated” the dickhead and would probably have to attend detention. 

With a groan, the girl relented. “And why the hell do you need me?”

There’s a flash in Braidon’s eyes, and Uzi glares harder. It’s so unfair that the three surrounding her are still taller than her even on this death trap of a chair. Bullshit is what this is, but she’s not about to back down just because of a little height difference.

“Just drink this, Doorman.” He grabs the beaker Sam is holding and shoves it in Uzi’s face. Uzi looks down at it, eyes widening in surprise. Thad lets out a small noise, seemingly debating whether or not to step in. Sam, to his credit, finally looks a little less out of it and gives Braidon a confused look.

“Uhh… I thought you said if someone drank that it would-” He’s cut off when Braidon holds his hand up. The taller of the two glares, “Ah- I was just being hyperbolic, Sam. She’ll be fine! And hey, if this works, Chad and Brad will have something new to serve at their next party. Or you, Thad.” He gives a glance to the jock as he gives out a mirthful smile.

Then, he turns back to Uzi, placing the beaker in front of her. “Whenever you’re ready.” He grins, eyes sharp.

Uzi stares at him, then at Sam, then Thad. 

Braidon has a smug grin, his arms crossed as he waits impatiently for Uzi to take a sip of Sam’s concoction. Sam himself looks a little confused but mostly tired. He gives a small yawn and when he catches Uzi’s gaze gives a lazy wave. Thad just looks pensive, smiling encouragingly when their eyes connect.

Uzi takes a breath, pausing her music and calmly taking out her other earbud, before picking up the beaker.

Then, as she stares directly at the redhead, pours the liquid down the sink drain that lies in the middle of their table.

Sam laughs a bit, not caring about his half-hour of work being drained away. Thad looks a little relieved, though stares at the sink confused. 

And Braidon looks pissed.

Uzi sticks her tongue out at him and as she’s about to speak, a slow, crescendo of sizzling reaches her ears.

Confused, she turns to Thad who’s still looking at the sink, seemingly startled. She turns only to jolt when she realizes something is coming up from the drain. Both she and Thad bolt up from their seats (Uzi with some difficulty) when the sizzling gets louder and louder.

She bumps into the two boys behind her, but she’s too spooked to care. It seems they have the same mindset as neither comment on it.

Suddenly, there’s a loud ‘pop!’ and a large flash that engulfs the whole room.

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And when the light fades away? Uzi pales at what she sees.

The sink was ruined, the metal corroded away and the surface of the table surrounding the sink also had been damaged. Whatever Sam had mixed had eaten at the metal and table, leaving behind smoke that thankfully seemed to be teetering out.

The entire class was quiet, staring at the ruins of the corner lab table with wide eyes and open mouths. 

Until a very angry teacher marches up to the four and shouts.

“YOU FOUR, TO THE OFFICE. NOW.” 

None of them protested as all four rushed out of the classroom.

Uzi’s hands were shaking.

She ignores it.

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...so uh... let me know what y'all think! I don't have a name for this AU or story yet, but as I type more behind the scenes I'm sure I'll think of something... hopefully

I also had a helper with me as I wrote both this post and the "first chapter" so to speak.

Okay, so I don't have a beta and I probably won't need one (Grammarly has my back! I uh... think,,) but N was nice company lol. Uzi will be out soon and you bet I'm gonna go crazy with that when it comes.

The N Shimeji was created by Polar Summit, and you can find their other Shimeji projects here where they update their works!

Thanks for reading all my bullshit if you've made it this far! If I end up pursuing this I'll post it on my AO3, with some potential changes to this "first chapter" (which I want to make a little closer to 4k-5k words).

I won't reveal too much since I really like this idea and I uhhh kinda don't want people to take it? But feel free to ask questions and speculate lol love y'all <3

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aannnd they've multiplied. goodnight.

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[sexysapphicshopowner]

🤎 Context/AU (Alternate Universe): Modern AU- Some random tidbits about you and mechanic!Sevika's relationship after her Christmas confession

🤎 soft!mechanic!Sevika x bubbly!mechanic!reader

🤎 CW/TW: suggestive language, not proofread, useless lesbians, smut, wlw ship, no use of y/n, pet names, blossoming relationship, you and Sev are actual idiots, unserious smut, lowkey crack

🤎 A/N: Ask me about this couple and I'll answer anything!! I didn't really know where I was going with these headcanons, just wanted to get into the feel for them before I write a New Year's fic for them

🤎 Notes: Idk what this is, don't... we not gone talk about it

🤎 Word count: 3.4k

🤎 Surprisingly, dating Sevika is much different than simply pining for her 

🤎 First of all, the woman is a sap 

🤎 She’s so unbelievably cute, it’s almost criminal 

🤎 Sev is the older of you two, but she’s the bigger baby 

🤎 Your regular flowers begin coming with metal ones that she welded for you to match whatever type she’d just bought for you 

🤎 Date nights are now much more elaborate- she picks you up with flowers and a little gift for each date, even if it’s just like a movie or bowling or something like that 

🤎 Hates spooning 

🤎 She prefers to wrap herself around you with her head smushed in your tits 

🤎 She actually asked you about it at first as well 

🤎 You two were on the couch, she was rested between your thighs as she played some game on the tv and you had a hand idly playing in her hair as you scrolled on your phone 

🤎 She looked up at you a few times before she finally spoke, “Hey sweets?” 

🤎 You hummed, “Hm?” 

🤎 “Which spoon do you prefer to be?” 

🤎 You thought about it for a few second, fingers still carding through her thick strands gently before you responded, “With you? Little.” 

🤎 “Hm.” 

🤎 “What’s that for?” 

🤎 “I don’t like spooning.” 

🤎 “Oh?” 

🤎 She nodded as she turned back to her game (I headcanon that Sev plays the sims in this modern au), “Yeah. I would rather be face to face when we cuddle. Or... face to chest.” 

🤎 You rolled your eyes, thumping her ear playfully, “Mmcht, you just wanna touch my tits.” 

🤎 “No, ‘m serious, babe. For one, there’s more warmth that way. Two, we can get closer. And three, I can hear your heartbeat that way. It’s calming.” 

🤎 She’s too fucking cute 

🤎 On days where one of you works and the other doesn’t, she always requires at least an hour of kissing and cuddling to unwind 

🤎 Your matching jewelry goes beyond your charm bracelets now- you two each have a necklace with the other’s name on it that neither of you take off 

🤎 Movie nights are spicier, usually ending in a heated make-out session 

🤎You’re both still idiots who can’t take each other seriously though 

🤎 Every time Sevika says something romantic, depending on the timing and delivery, you’re either melting or cracking up in a fit of giggles 

🤎 Sev on the other hand can’t take you serious when you start trying to talk dirty to her 

🤎 She finds dirty talk to actually be kind of awkward 

🤎 Take every time you tried to be a little flirty before the two of you had sex for the first time 

🤎 Once she was watching television and you just looked up from your phone to say, “You’ve gotta stop looking like that.” 

🤎 “Like what?” 

🤎 “Fuckable.” 

🤎 She always looks away with a little blush and a cough to clear her throat, “Oh.” 

🤎 The closest you guys got to fucking for the first time was during a movie night 

🤎 You guys were watching ‘Princess and the Frog’ 

🤎 Well, you were watching 

🤎 Sev’s back was turned to the tv as she tucked her face into your neck, pressing methodical kisses to all the spots she knew would make your breath hitch a little and send a shiver down your spine 

🤎 You had a hand entangled in her hair, your other one propping you up so you could try and focus on the movie and not her lips 

🤎 At least until her hands slid under your shirt and she looked up at you 

🤎 You looked down to find her smirking at you, “What? Is there something on my face?” 

🤎 “No.” 

🤎 “Okay? What’s up, you stopped.” 

🤎 She held eye contact as she slid your shirt up just the slightest, lips meeting the base of your throat, “Can I go under your shirt?” 

🤎 Your pussy? Aching right now 

🤎 You nodded, stammering softly, “Y-yeah... sure...” 

🤎 She looked like a kid who’d just gotten a piece of candy as she pulled your shirt up over your breasts 

🤎 You weren’t wearing a bra, having taken it off earlier in the day because it was ‘too hot’ 

🤎 You forced your eyes away from her as you looked back up at the movie 

🤎 She took her time, kisses trailing down your breast, lips narrowly avoiding your nipples even as they ached in anticipation of being invited into her mouth 

🤎 You shifted slightly, releasing a soft breath the moment her tongue circled your areola 

🤎 She slid closer to you, slotting one of her legs between yours as your hand came back up to entangle with her hair as her mouth latched onto you, tongue drawing quick circles around your nipple 

🤎 You were wearing some biker shorts and one of her t-shirts while she wore a wife pleaser and some sweats 

🤎 The combination of her mouth on your breasts and the slight pressure of her thigh up against you was almost euphoric, especially considering how much you’d been needing a release lately 

🤎 She let out a chuckle as you started to rut your hips against her thigh, her hand sliding from your waist to grip and palm your ass as she helped you along, pulling you against her leg with every upward thrust of your hips 

🤎 The sound of you dissolving above, turning into a mess of little whimpers and whines with every second you drew closer to coming was all she needed as she showed attention to both of your breasts as evenly as she possibly could 

🤎 She didn’t release your nipple once you came, slowing your hips down against her 

🤎 It wasn’t until you tapped her repeatedly, panting softly as you stopped the movement of your hips with a breathy mumble of ‘wait’ that she stopped 

🤎 She kissed back up your chest, pulling your shirt back down, “Enjoyed yourself?” she teased. 

🤎 If it weren’t for you getting too sensitive so fast, you were pretty sure you guys would have actually fucked that day 

🤎 Regardless, there was no rush 

🤎 This leads to you guys’ actual first time together being almost completely hilarious to the both of you 

🤎 It’s full of giggles, whispers, and ogling 

🤎 When Sev sees you fully naked for the first time, you thought she’d actually short-circuited with the way she froze 

🤎 You burst into giggles, closing her mouth, “You always turn into a fly catcher around me, hotshot. Like what you see?” 

🤎 And boy did she ever 

🤎 She runs her hands over your curves, committing each part of you to memory 

🤎 It’s not serious for long though 

🤎 Well, it is because this is you guys’ first time having sex together, but also... it’s you and Sevika, you two can’t take anything too serious 

🤎 The giggles have returned once it’s Sevika’s turn to get naked 

🤎 This woman, I kid you not, decides that this is the time she wants to ‘try to be sexy like you’ by stripping 

🤎 She’s a mess of Magic Mike moves done half wrong because she spent most of that movie covering you in hickeys and whispering gay shit in your ears 

🤎 But the funniest part is how she struggles with each article of clothing 

🤎 She starts with her shirt but she ends up fumbling on the second button, stopping the sway of her hips to whatever music was playing in her head as she lets out a huff, looking down to focus on getting the button undone 

🤎 Amidst your snickering, you reach out to help her, but she smacks your hands away, “Just gimme a sec... almost... got it.” 

🤎 Next are her pants and oh boy- 

🤎 You’d swear her belt buckle was a rubik’s cube the way she struggled to unhook it 

🤎 Once she’s made it down to her bra and boxers your giggles die down- only a little bit because she’s still humping the air and making fuck boy faces at you (she calls it her ‘stripper smoulder’)- but your focus is 100 percent on taking in her body 

🤎 Sure, you’ve seen her shirtless before 

🤎 In the really hot summer months when the A/C is finnicky and all leaving the garage doors open at work does is make it hotter in the shop, you can find her either with the top of her work jumper hanging loose around her waist and shirtless, or at the very least in a wife pleaser that she’s constantly raising to wipe the sweat from her forehead 

🤎 Back to the present though 

🤎 You find yourself getting pretty hot- and wet- once her bra has been discarded (she kept fucking up with unhooking it, it would come undone just to get hooked onto the next hook over), anticipating the removal of her boxers so you can take in her full form 

🤎 She’s fucking dripping 

🤎 So are you, but who’s asking? 

🤎 The two of you are just taking in each other’s bodies, not really saying much as your eyes trailed over her from top to bottom and hers from your bottom to top 

🤎 She was practically towering over you where you sat on the edge of the bed, silently appraising your body with a soft reverence in her eyes 

🤎 She reaches out to lift your chin as she finally speaks, voice softer than you’ve heard it since she first clumsily confessed her love to you 

🤎 “You’re so unbelievably beautiful, sweets...” 

🤎 You gulp down a breath, answering shakily as your eyes traced up the scars littering the left side of her body to meet her eyes, “So are you...” 

🤎 That first night is probably the softest sex you’ve had in your entire life 

🤎 We’ve already discussed that girlfriend Sev is a huge fucking sap, but in the bedroom on that first night? Oh it’s even worse 

🤎 You think you might explode as she pauses for the umpteenth time to study you, her eyes drinking you in as if she’ll never see you again after this is over 

🤎 You lean up to press a kiss to the tip of her nose, whispering, “We don’t have to keep going if-” 

🤎 “No, I want to... ‘m just... I dunno what word I’m looking for I feel like I’m short circuiting...” 

🤎 You let out a little chuckle, pulling her into a warm kiss as you mumbled against her lips, “’S okay, baby... I know what you mean.” 

🤎 A few times you both end up giggling when you make eye contact, it’s cute and it’s you and Sev unapologetically 

🤎 When she finally makes her way between your legs, holding your thighs over her shoulders, she looks back up at you and you immediately burst into giggles 

🤎 She rolls her eyes, giving a quick little nip to your inner thigh as she looked back up, “Stop laughing or then I’mma laugh.” 

🤎 You held a hand over your mouth with another little giggle, shaking your head, “’M sorry, Sev, but I’m just...” You let out a little happy sigh as you looked back down at her, “I’m happy, okay? I’m not laughing at you, I promise.” 

🤎 She shook her head, placing a few kisses around your core as she mumbled, “You’re so cute.” 

🤎 You don’t even have time to offer a retort before her mouth is connecting with you 

🤎 You’re seeing stars, feeling fireworks, butterflies, all of the things as she drinks in your taste, savoring the feel of you against her tongue 

🤎 She lapping between your lips with slow and teasing strokes, her nose hooking against your clit perfectly with every upward stroke 

🤎 When you come, it’s euphoric, heavenly 

🤎 Sevika comes from the sound of you alone, your fist wrapping up in her hair as her name fell from your lips almost like a prayer 

🤎 She kisses back up your body, stopping to show some attention to your breasts before finally making it back up to your lips, “How was that, sweets?” 

🤎 “Y-you... yeah...” you breathe. 

🤎 Embarrassingly enough, you fall asleep before returning the favor, Sevika pressing soft kisses to your skin as she rubbed your hips and ass 

🤎 Sex from then on with her is a regular occurrence 

🤎 The next point of sort of awkwardness is living arrangements between the two of you 

🤎 Sev has mentioned that she doesn’t mind moving you into the penthouse with her 

🤎 You’re almost never at your own apartment these days, it makes sense 

🤎 Then comes the anxiety 

🤎 You’re pulling away from Sevika unintentionally as you start to freak out about moving in with her 

🤎 At this point you guys have been in a relationship for almost a year now and best friends for 3 and a half years 

🤎 Because of this, Sevika notices the change immediately 

🤎 Your kisses are shorter 

🤎 You’re spending the night less than usual 

🤎 You’re quieter whenever you are over her place 

🤎 It’s not until you walk in on her cooking without smacking her ass or giving her one of your playful little gropes as usual that she says something 

🤎 “Sweets.” 

🤎 You didn’t even look up from your phone as you scrolled through Instagram idly, “Yeah?” 

🤎 The sound of your government name is what snapped your attention up to her 

🤎 She hasn’t called you by your actual name almost since you guys have met, more often than not it’s always ‘Sweets’ or ‘Baby love’ 

🤎 Sev’s face when you do finally look up doesn’t make you feel any better either 

🤎 In fact, you get a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach, anxiety skyrocketing as you wait for her to say something else 

🤎 “What’s going on?” 

🤎 “What do you mean?” 

🤎 She folded her arms, a hurt look all over her face as she points out how you’ve become stand-offish with her, “You’ve been being weird. And not my usual ‘haha, I like to freak out my girlfriend’ weirdo. You haven’t slept over in almost a month... are we okay?” 

🤎 Your heart breaks as you realize how in your head you’ve been lately 

🤎 You nodded, moving closer to reassure her as you took hold of her hands, “We’re more than okay, I’m just...” you let out a little sigh, looking away only for her to bring your eyes right back to hers. 

🤎 “Please...” 

🤎 “I don’t wanna fuck things up if we move in together.” 

🤎 “What do you mean?” 

🤎 “Like... what if you don’t like the way I load the dishwasher? Or what if being around me both at home and at work almost 24/7 gets annoying? Or-” 

🤎 “Sweets. You realize that we’ve been practically living together since before we even got together, right?” 

🤎 “Yeah, but-” 

🤎 You’re cut off by her lips against yours, shutting you up effectively before she pulled away, looking down at you as she speaks quietly, “Look, if I was tired of you or thought you were annoying, I would’ve never gotten so close with you in the first place. I love you, okay? And I promise you that the fact of my love for you is not gonna change ‘cause we live together full-time suddenly.” 

🤎 “Promise?” 

🤎 She pressed another kiss to your lips, holding your hips closely, “I swear to you. I love you, sweets. More than anything.” 

🤎 You guys move in together officially within the next month 

🤎 Your first Christmas as a couple is actually a small event 

🤎 Sure, you guys attend the company Christmas party as a couple, but before that you realize just how much you’ve rubbed off on her when she wakes you up at midnight to open your gifts- just like you told her your family used to do when you were younger 

🤎 You two are useless fucking lesbians I tell you 

🤎 You got each other the same gift actually 

🤎 Like the exact same gift 

🤎 The main gift was a pendant with both of your birthstones and your meetiversary (the anniversary of the day you two met) date engraved on it 

🤎 You both were a mess of giggles when you unwrapped the matching necklaces 

🤎 “You got this from-” 

🤎 “Kay Jewelers?” Sev finished for you, causing you to start laughing again. 

🤎 “I love you, Sev.” 

🤎 “Oh really? While I love you as well, maybe you should wait until I show you the other gift I got you,” she hints with an almost suggestive look. 

🤎 You’re ready to marry her on the spot when she takes you to the shop, showing you your next gift 

🤎 It’s a custom restored 1957 Cadillac Sedan Deville 

🤎 You jumped onto her, hooking your arms around her neck as you squealed, “Baby, you didn’t! Oh my fuck- I love you...” You whispered the last words into her neck as you melted into her. 

🤎 She simply chuckles, wrapping her arms around you as she presses kisses along the side of our face as best she can with the way you’ve tucked yourself under her chin, “Been working on it since last Christmas. You like it?” 

🤎 You answered her with a fat kiss on her lips, kissing all over her face sloppily as she held you up from you jumping up into her arms 

🤎 Safe to say that you guys spent almost the entire day leading up to the party fucking between every activity 

🤎 Just put the gingerbread cookies in the oven? You guys are fucking on the kitchen counter 

🤎 Just finished watching a movie? You’re fucking on the couch 

🤎 Oh, what? There’s a sprig of mistletoe in every room? Sounds like a fuck tour to me 

🤎 You guys don’t even stay at the party long because Sev wants to go and make love to make up for all the quickies you guys had that day 

🤎 So yeah, you guys spend your first Christmas as a couple fucking in between all the traditions you guys made as best friends 

🤎 Now let’s get on to some simpler things 

🤎 You’re the blanket hog, but Sevika doesn’t mind because she runs warm anyway 

🤎 If you guys aren’t going to work together or it’s an off day and one of you has errands or something you guys always part ways with 6 kisses- one to the forehead, one to each cheek, and three to the lips- an ‘I love you, baby’ and a bite 

🤎 You left to your mom’s place one time without giving her the playful bite she’d come to expect whenever you left and she was so pouty about it that you simply added it to the kiss routine 

🤎 Sev sleeps on the left side of the bed 

🤎 I have a theory that the people who sleep on the left side of the bed are the people who like to be up underneath their partner (Yes I sleep on the left) 

🤎 Sev has a double sink in her bathroom but whenever you guys are brushing your teeth or washing your faces it’s always at the same sink, Sev standing behind you with a hand on your waist 

🤎 Funny enough, but after you guys got together, Sev stopped doing most of the driving 

🤎 She enjoys being your passenger princess 

🤎 You’ve got her name embroidered in the headrest of the passenger seat of your car 

🤎 You keep a blanket, snacks, and cones stashed in your car for her at all times 

🤎 Speaking of which, yes, mechanic Sev smokes both weed and cigs 

🤎 Her cigarettes are Djarum black clove cigs 

🤎 She smokes Blazy Susan King Sized cones 

🤎 You don’t smoke as much as her, and honestly after the two of you got together, she doesn’t smoke as much as she used to either 

🤎 But boy when you two get high together? You two can’t stop laughing 

🤎One of your first times getting high with her you almost pissed yourself laughing at the way she said the word ‘spoon’ 

🤎 All in all, dating Sev is exactly what you expect dating your best friend to be like 

🤎 She’s.... the best thing to ever happen to you 

🤎 And you are the love of her life

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You need more notes on your fics, you *deserve* more notes on your fics. The way you have me kicking my feet with your writing, it's just *chef's 💋* gorgeous! I found you through Like A Poem and I am begging you to write at least 32 more chapters to it. You simply must continue it and I think everyone else agrees with me so 🤍🤍🤍

trust me im invested in these idiots, if i can make it to 33 parts, i will wordcount: 4.7K  ----------

Like A Poem 

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

Sometimes a few weeks would pass, and you wouldn’t see Joe at all.

Every day that would crawl by without him visiting, you’d be surer that you wouldn’t see him again. That he didn’t need to read or buy more books. Because when you really thought about it, he was really just another customer, wasn’t he? One that would linger around for longer when he’d come by, sure, but had you ever had a real conversation between the two of you? Most of the time he would spend in your presence, he’d be silently reading. And you’d let him.

But he was so pretty. And you missed having him around. It was a little like missing a house cat.

A house cat you liked to flirt with.

You had gathered from the short interactions you’d had with Joe that he understood that you knew who he was. You hadn’t outwardly confirmed anything, never calling a spade a spade. But he had to have known, you were sure of it.

He never really mentioned anything himself. He had referred to his work as his job, the way everyone does, never going into further detail because why would he with the lady who ran a bookstore he sometimes bought books at? So, it felt like an unspoken understanding that floated in the air between you when he was there, and you kind of liked it that way. It hadn’t really connected you, but it felt rather cute.

You had never formally introduced yourselves to each other either. When you thought about it, the only way Joe could have picked up your name was from a friend of yours calling out for you when she’d walked in one day and hadn’t seen you straight away. She had come by to drop something off, and her body had tensed when she had seen a stranger in the store, just there, by himself, altogether too relaxed, like he owned the place. She had made wary eyes at Joe when you had replied loudly from the breakroom.

“I’m in the back!”

It had forced your friend to come find you, leaving Joe alone in the storefront once again. She didn’t trust the situation in the slightest. Strangers had potential to be bad news. They could take things when left to their own devices.

“There’s a man out front,” she had hissed at you as she’d stormed in.

“That’s him.” You'd hissed back, carefully pouring coffee into two mugs, looking at her with big eyes and pursed lips.

Of course you had told her about Joe. How could you not have?

“That’s the guy from Stranger Things?!” she’d been entirely too loud.

“Oh my God, shut up, he’s going to hear you!” you scuffled quick to close the door behind your friend, giving the two of you more privacy.

Even though it had been a hushed conversation, Joe had heard every word you said and had secretly smirked to himself. When you'd walked back out after a minute, followed by your friend, all three of you acted like the conversation had never happened. Joe had pretended to be deeply entranced by his book, a finger softly playing with an open page he wasn’t reading, his ears perked.

But the chat you had with your friend whilst you helped her pick out a birthday gift for her brother had been casual. Not really eavesdrop-worthy. Something about a website, you politely declining an invitation to a party even though someone who apparently really liked you was hoping you’d stop by, and she had shown some photos to you on her phone. Joe had glanced at your friend and had seen she was holding the coffee mug you’d normally give him. It had bothered him that the sight of it had bothered him.

You’d been right. Joe knew that you knew him from that very first day, and you hadn’t exactly been very imperceptible after that. There was hardly a way around the small comments you’d make, but in your actions, you had treated him like he was just a plain dude. Just some guy. And Joe hoped that any of the extra attention you did grant him, like the space and time you allowed him to dawdle, or the hot mugs of coffee you’d silently place beside him, wasn’t just granted because of his profession or his status.

It was a slow Wednesday afternoon when you were busy unboxing new arrivals. Joe had walked in, big steps, like he was on a mission. His absence had been nearing in on a month. When you laid eyes on him, you noticed his hair was slightly longer than you remembered. Curlier. You liked it. 

“Hey!” you greeted, recognition and surprise unmistakable in your voice and you immediately regretted not greeting him like you would a normal paying customer. You had fully convinced yourself over the past few weeks that that was all that he’d be to you, even if you wished for it to be more than that.    “Hey,” Joe said back, not breaking eye contact with you while he reached for a book on a shelf on his side, and you felt the air shift slightly when he handed it to you.

“I’ll have this one.” Joe hadn’t even seen what he had given you and he looked at you like a giddy schoolboy. He seemed a little out of breath, not quite panting, but his breathing was loud through flared nostrils.

A little confused, you took it from his hands and checked to see what it was.

“Oh, um, I think you’ve bought this one already, when you-” you were cut off by Joe quickly picking up another random book.

“This one, then.”

His grin seemed a bit wild to you, and you saw his neck was flushed.

You squinted at Joe, your brow furrowed slightly. He deserved suspicion for his actions, but you told yourself again; Joe was merely a paying customer and so you refrained yourself from questioning him and rung him up.

When handing over Joe’s purchase along with his receipt, he had taken the book and had held it high above is head in his right arm like a trophy he had just won as he had walked out. You struggled to understand any of what that transaction had been and hoped Joe would come back the next day so you could confront him about it. You had to. Joe was a poem too difficult to read and you couldn't stand it. You had an inkling it was because you were missing some pages and felt a deep urge to get a hold of them.

He hadn’t come in the next day.

Or the next one after that.    You hadn’t seen Joe again for 17 more days, not that you were counting.

Except you definitely were counting, obviously.

This time though, it had been different. His little stunt had done something. It had pushed him right into the forefront of your mind and he had just lingered there, like he’d linger in the front of the store. Quiet. Minding his business. Having a sip of coffee. Not really bothering anyone, but very much there.

A Saturday afternoon. A very busy Saturday afternoon. You felt slight panic at the number of shoes taking steps along your floorboards, and the amount of hands fondling book covers all around you. It was really about to overwhelm you, you were just one person. So it felt like a Godsend when your mother stepped through the door with your granddad closely behind. Perfect timing.

The bookstore used to belong to your granddad before he retired and had passed it on to you. He had been heartbroken when he had learned his own daughter, your mum, didn’t want to work at the shop alongside him when she was younger. Sure, when she'd been a teenager, she’d help out sometimes when she was needed, but she had no aspirations of taking over the business like he had hoped. So, from the moment you were born, your granddad had done everything in his power to make sure that at least his granddaughter would love books the way that he loved books.

After you had taken over, he would very sporadically, and only if your mother had the time to take him, come over to the store, just to check. Check on the shop. Check on the books. Check on you.

You were happy to see that your mother knew her help was required. You hadn’t even properly said hi before she had jumped in, leaving your granddad to find an armchair by himself to marvel at the bustling around him, the shop full of noise.

You had no time to worry about your granddad – new people would come in before enough people had the chance to leave and make room. You weren’t sure if you felt more anxious or excited, but you had chosen the latter for yourself and made sure to keep a smile on your face so your body would believe it too. This is what a successful bookstore was meant to look like- was meant to feel like.

With plenty to be done, the time flew by. Your mother and you had fallen into a good routine; you’d greet the customers, bag up their books and your mother worked the till. If anyone had any questions or needed any help, you were quick to dart their way, leaving your mother to work the counter by herself. You knew you left the work in capable hands with her, she was almost better at it than you were. You knew she would disagree. Your mother always stood in awe of how you could hear the title of a novel or the name of an author, and you’d know if you had it in stock from the top of your head. And if you did, you’d know exactly where to find it, climbing up on ladders, crouching down in corners – you'd locate them without fail.

The queue in front of your mother had started to get a little too long to properly be classified a queue still, the floor space of the store far too little square feet for one. You stood to the side and assessed the chaos when you suddenly spotted Joe on the other side of the store from you. He ascended up a ladder, lifting himself from the small crowd of people who were waiting for your mother to ask them to step forward next. It felt like he wasn’t meant to be there. Not now. 

Joe was meant to be there on quiet mornings, or on calm rainy afternoons. Joe was meant to sit silently and let his eyes glide over words, his mind elsewhere and not there in the room with you. Joe was meant to be there when you had the time to leisurely brew him some coffee. When you had the time to aimlessly stare at him as you pretended to work out how the sticker-application-tool worked.

You hadn’t seen Joe’s face in 17 days, and this man decided to come show it off at the worst possible time, the fantasy of him ruined.

You saw Joe’s eyes search along a top shelf, and then he looked down at something. No, someone. He pointed at a section he’d never really looked at before with raised eyebrows in question. Was he helping a customer find something? His attention returned to what was in front of him, and when he selected a big, leather-bound book, you knew exactly who had sent him up there.

Touché, you thought. Fantasy restored.

You took a step to the side to omit some customers and found a line of sight that ended at your granddad. He was sat in the chair where Joe would usually sit, forcing Joe to now sit down in the one opposite. Joe handed him the book he’d gotten for him, and leant forward in his chair, elbows on his knees spread wide, attentive to whatever your granddad was telling him. From the choice of book, you could guess their conversation.  

It was the exact copy of the one book your granddad would already be holding onto when you’d stop by after school when you were little. There had only been one armchair then, and he would hoist you up onto his lap, and read to you from the big book of fairytales and folklore. It was the sole reason you loved reading as much as you did, and why that book was the only book in store you'd never sell.

“Excuse me, do you work here?” you didn’t get the chance to ogle at them for long. “Yes ma’am, how can I help you?”

When the waters had steadied after the big storm, your mother and granddad had left. They’d been there far longer than originally intended. Your granddad had looked at you so proudly, and said that she looked good, alive and kicking. The store, he meant. After saying goodbye, you noticed that Joe had also gone. You didn't know when he'd left, you'd been too busy and you hadn't seen him leave.

You started the task of restocking shelves, knowing it would take you extra-long today after you had a good look around. Some shelves had big empty gaps, the books still there fallen over, piling on top of each other like dominoes. Not expecting much more people to stop by, you were startled when the door had opened again. But it was only Joe. And he'd brought baked goods.

“Care for a croissant?” The way he pronounced croissant the correct French way had only made him sound more British to you.

Your first thought was to decline it because it was the polite thing to do. But if you were honest, you were starving, so you accepted the one he held out to you. It could have been a romantic moment, making eyes at Joe as you both took bites of delicious pastries, but unfortunately you had the rush of work in your body. With a croissant held between your teeth, you picked up a heavy box of books, getting straight back to what you were doing. It left Joe to reclaim his familiar position, in an armchair, with a book.

You hadn't really given him the chance to get very far down the first page, though. Joe watched as you dangerously balanced up high on a ladder, stack of books under your arm, your other hand feeding you bites of pastry before reaching to organize fallen-over books that you tried to hold up whilst also placing new copies next to them.

He didn't mind his view; his eyes were free to roam your figure as he so pleased. He would lie to himself and pretended the reason he'd stare at your ass for so long was just because it was in his natural line of sight. You know, if he tilted his head right.

But he envisioned you dropping books, losing balance, falling down the tall ladder, and he hadn't been able to let you fumble up there by yourself.

"I'm not going to watch this go wrong," Joe concluded aloud, slapping his knees as he got up to help you.

It wasn't much later when you found yourself looking up at Joe from under a ladder. You were stood in his shadow as you passed him one book at a time, in order, so he could place them on shelves the way you intended to do yourself. Joe's body leant against the wooden slats and strong arms swiftly took book after book from your hands. You did your very best to act like this was a complete normal position to find yourself in, but you felt how your chest had gotten splotchy and heat had risen up your neck into your cheeks.

"It's bad luck to walk under ladders." Joe said, making light conversation, fully aware his crotch was only inches removed from your face.

"If that was true, I would've gone bankrupt ages ago." You joked.

It was a quick and easy job when there were two pairs of hands involved. You'd done a task like this countless times before by yourself, and it was always a balancing act.

"That shelf next?" Joe pointed before stepping down until his feet found the floorboards. Your ladders didn't have fancy wheels or rail systems they hung onto. You'd simply have to pick them up and plonk them down where you needed them. So Joe did just that, moved the ladder to where it needed to be and climbed back up until he was eye-level with a shelf half-empty.

"Those ones need to come down so I can get the order right," you explained, entirely abusing the helpful hands Joe had lent you. He'd simply learn not to offer again, you thought, not feeling guilty at all.

You spent a minute taking books from Joe and handing him others to put back in the empty spaces. It was an effortless back and forth.

“Your granddad’s a wise man,” Joe suddenly spoke after he had carefully considered mentioning it. He almost felt like it was an intrusion of your privacy, but the silence between you hadn't felt awkward, and he felt it'd be okay to at least be up front about meeting him.

You smiled at his acknowledgement of your favourite family member. He was right; and even if he hadn’t been, your granddad looked like a wise man, he’d easily fool anyone. You wondered what things he had told Joe about you. Or what Joe had told your granddad about himself.

“He is.” you confirmed and you didn’t want to add anything else, aware that enough boundaries between the two of you had been crossed today. Meeting family members, bringing in comfort food, and now helping you do your job. None of it bad, but there was such a thing as too much of something.

“Sat in my chair, though.”    You scoffed, “Um, I think you’ll find that you’ve been sitting in his chair.” 

Without warning, the image of Joe holding the randomly selected book he’d bought that day, 17 nights ago, high above his head as he had walked out of the store crossed your mind.

“Hey, last time you were here,” you started, your hands straightening out books, pushing them together tightly to fit another one on the shelf at your eye-level as Joe did the same on a higher one.

“You practically tossed a random paperback at me and left right after.”

“Oh, yea,” a smile spread across Joe’s face as he thought back to the moment. 

“Yea,” you paused and looked up at him. “What the fuck was that?”  

It made Joe laugh.

“That was a rough day. We’d been filming on location, and I had maybe 5 minutes in London before I had to leave for the next.”  

You stared up at him from your position under the ladder, slightly bewildered. It explained the time frame perfectly, but you were trying to read between the lines of what Joe was saying, trying your very hardest not to misinterpret them. But then Joe decided to just say it. 

“And I missed this place, so I stopped by.”  

Missed this place. It could’ve been a cautious way of saying that he had missed you, but it also could’ve been the honest truth. It was a compliment none the less and Joe’s confession floated its way into your chest where you decided to keep it, close to your heart. 

“You know, you could have just come in to say hi... didn’t need to buy a book you hadn’t even looked at.”  

“I spend a lot of my days waiting around at my job. I needed a book.” Joe justified.

And even though you wanted to argue that, if he had needed a book he could’ve picked one up from a million other places closer to where ever he had to be that day, where he would’ve had more time to pick something he’d actually like, you didn’t mention it.  

Joe had missed this place, and so he’d come to you that day, and that small piece of sweet, soft information was enough to shut you up.  

After that crazy Saturday, you'd been quick to hire someone to help you at the weekends. If you hadn't felt like a business owner before, getting an actual employee had certainly done the trick.  

Anne, 17, quiet and in need of extra cash like all teenagers were.  

Anne was the type of person who didn't smile politely when you made eye-contact and would instead offer sarcastic remarks and eye-rolls, sometimes death stares depending on what you asked of her. But she would always listen carefully when you explained what needed doing, nod, and then she'd get to it without a fiber of enthusiasm in her being. It felt perfect; customers wouldn't bother her because she wasn't approachable at all, which left her to her work and she got things done quick. 

It had been a little awkward when you tried to explain to her that there was this guy who was a regular, as if your shop was a dive bar and Joe would come in for his daily fix of alcohol, and she wouldn't have to pay him any mind when he was around. 

"Some days he just comes in and spends a little time in that chair, reading," 

"Is he your boyfriend?" 

"No," 

"That's weird then." 

It had made you laugh. "Yea," you agreed. "But he's not a bother." 

The first time Anne had seen Joe enter your shop, she had looked at him for a moment and you, in turn, had studied her face, looking to see if she recognized him as Joseph Quinn, the actor. Then she turned to you.

"He looks like my cousin."

Okay. So, she didn't.

"I'm Anne," she had then loudly said to him from her spot, a bored expression on her face, and Joe had frozen as he was about to sit down, bum hovering above the seat. "Joe," he'd replied a little disarranged. Anne had then just continued working. You had chuckled lightly to yourself when Joe shot questioning eyes at you, and you'd shrugged at him as if to say yea, I don't know either. Anne was odd, but you'd take her over any other person for your first ever employee.

After a somewhat boring Sunday, one that seemed to drag on too long, Anne was doing inventory when you decided to rest your feet for just a second. A dangerous game to play, and you had immediately lost. It had only taken you about half a minute to nod off. Anne had let you snooze, she didn't need your help looking at numbers, until it was time for her to clock out. She was about to wake you, when she was interrupted by Joe who pushed open the door carefully, eyes looking up at the little bell to make sure he wouldn't trigger it as he slithered his way in. 

"We're closed." Anne deadpanned. "And she's asleep." 

Joe had seen you napping from outside, hence the watchful entrance.  

"I know," he simply said, his voice just above a whisper. "Have you finished your shift?" he asked, as if he had any authority over her.

"Can you let her know I made full hours?" Anne wasn't there for smalltalk, and she swung open the door neglectfully, triggering the bell before she stepped out. Joe winced as you stirred in the armchair at the sound.

"Okay, bye Anne," Joe's voice flat and clearly annoyed that his earlier efforts to be quiet had been in vain. 

You stretched out your arms in front of you as you lazily gained consciousness, trying to rid the ache in the muscles of having had them still for too long.

"Hey," Joe spoke softly, his voice soothing, and he moved to sit down opposite you.

You sat up with a grunt and blinked your eyes wide, untangling your eyelashes, unsure of your whereabouts for a split second. "Whoa," you hadn't meant to fall asleep, obviously, and you felt incredibly groggy, almost hung over. 

You looked around, in search of Anne, eyes darting to the clock when you didn't spot her. 

"She's just left," Joe said, and you looked at him, not fully registering him being there. "She made full hours, told me to tell you."

Joe had sat back and had sunken into the chair, one leg crossed over the other, comfortable, like he was in his own home, and you contemplated to yourself if this felt too intimate. Too weird, like Anne had pointed out to you. Joe picked up on it instantly. "I hope I'm not overstaying my welcome," he perked up, ready to get up and leave if you said the word.

"No, it's fine," you weren't totally present yet, head still hazy with sleep. 

What was Joe doing here?

"I've got a business proposal, but it this doesn't seem like the right time to discuss it," Joe got up and put his hand on your knee. You would've jerked at it had you not been somewhat out of it still. He did it so smoothly, tapped his fingers there lightly and just as quickly removing them as he stepped past you, and towards the door. It was a casual move that friends could make. But you weren't exactly friends, were you? Joe was crossing more boundaries, and although puzzling, you didn't want him to leave yet.

"No," you turned in your chair. "I'm here, I'm awake," you softly slapped two hands against both your cheeks a few times in an attempt to fully wake yourself up. "I can talk business." you said, more to convince yourself than to convince Joe. 

Joe pondered for a second, his hand already on the door-handle. But then he stepped back and sat back down, perked up in the chair, and you looked at him expectantly. 

"So," Joe started, shifting even further forward in his seat. "You know how I'm an actor," Joe said, awaiting a reaction he then didn't get from you. Were you meant to act impressed? Like you hadn't known? There was no social ladder you had ever hinted at wanting to climb that you could use Joe for, and Joe found it refreshing. You just blankly stared at him, mostly because you hadn't been this close to his face before and saw lines you hadn't noticed before. They really added to his charm, his character, you thought. 

"And sometimes," Joe carried on, smiling at your unperturbed attitude. "Actors have to do- get to do... actory and flashy things." Joe corrected himself. Everything in his career had been a privilege, he was very aware of that. Something in your eyes changed slightly. It was barely noticeable, but Joe saw. If there was anything you weren't interested in, it was things flashy. Things described as glamorous really gave you the ick. 

"And there's a real possibility you might hate it, so don't feel pressured to humour me, but-" 

"Get to the point." you stifled a yawn with a chuckle.

"Would you consider your store to be the location for a shoot?" Joe made a face at you, an expression one would make when considering something, hoping you'd copy it. 

"Photo or video?" you were quick to ask, knowing you wouldn't allow a video shoot. It would most likely involve too many people, more clunky apparatus, and even though you knew the store would look fantastic on screen, you were too protective of it to risk things having to be moved around or breaking.

"Photo. It's for a magazine. The photographer is a friend of mine, and we had a location secured but it fell through and I thought this would be-"

"If it's not scheduled on a Saturday, then sure." 

"It's scheduled on a Saturday." 

You narrowed your eyes at Joe. Was that a joke? His expression told you no. Saturdays were your best income days, especially with Anne helping out now. You'd get customers serviced way faster and you'd make more sales than practically the rest of the week combined. 

"What if I say no?" you challenged Joe.

"Then I'll give your number to the photographer to talk you into it." Joe's lips crept up into a smile.

"And if I say yes?" What you meant was, how much money is this going to make me? Would it be worth giving up a Saturday's worth of sales?

"Then I'll give your number to the photographer to set it up." Joe quipped, and it had made you drop your head down and laugh in defeat. 

You rolled your neck and groaned softly, head rounding out to the side and you reached for the pen you saw on a sidetable.

"Mr Quinn," 

Joe let out a small playful gasp at the sound of his name coming from your mouth. You had just officially called a spade a spade. Another boundary crossed. 

"If you're after my number, you could've just asked."          part four

#like a poem #joe quinn #joseph quinn #joe x reader #joseph x reader #joe quinn x reader #joseph quinn x reader #fanfiction #requested

[annathesillyfriend]

The times just keeps going faster, I swear 👀 I am awfully late this month, but winter has made a come back where I live and it put me in such a lazy mood (I might have or might have not read 8 books in the last 3 days) 🙈

To all the writers - I love you and I appreciate you so much!

To all the readers - please, share the fics you read and love. The reblog really makes the change! It’s the least we can do to show our gratitude.

Also, please, mind the writers’ warnings!

complex, complicated and clear by @vendettaparker

↳ three-shot, steve x reader and eddie x reader, i live for angst and drama!!

❄EDDIE MUNSON❄

saccharine by @whosjunglejim4322

↳ one shot, 18+, nasty in love is the best way to describe it and i love every word

simple rules (part 2) by @userquinn

↳ two shot, 18+, single dad!eddie x teacher!reader, this is all i need in life

with or without you by @nexusnyx

↳ one shot, 18+, Nyx couldn't write a bad thing if she tried, this is a gem just like every single piece of her work 🙌

❄STEVE HARRINGTON❄

we fight to make up by @lovebugism

↳ one shot, 18+, jealous!steve, we love a good make up

take my hand and i'll take yours too by @stylesparker

↳ one shot, best friend!reader, friends to lovers and i'm 😫😫

thic fic by @lucasnclair

↳ one shot, so adorable, made my heart grow 🥰

only you by @sunshinesteviee

↳ one shot, great fic 👏

ruin me by @babyrunsforfanfic

↳ one shot, i wanna ruin steve harrigton in any way he lets me 😌

this fic by @starryeyedstories

↳ blurb, THIS 🥰🥰🥰

love as sweet as honey (and lover, i'm hungry) by @stevebabey

↳ one shot, 18+, absolutely spectacular, an iconic mastepiece, 10/10 would read again

slick like summer by @upsidedownwithsteve

↳ one shot, 18+, i think about this fic so much, it lives in my mind rent free

warmth between us by @lilacletter

↳ one shot, 18+, where is steve harrington while i'm here freezing alone???

❄JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN❄

abs sans brain by @sometimes-i-write-good

↳ one-shot, not gonna lie, wanted to strangle jake for better part of this fic but the end is just SHSHSHSHSH i love that man

flygirl by @starlightstories

↳ one-shot, friends to lovers, jake seresin take me flying, this is a need not a want!!

in sickness by @top-hhun

↳ one-shot, aviator!reader, jake is lovesick and some am i

just friends by @say-al0e

↳ one-shot, 18+, fwb to lovers, the "we're not just friends and you fucking know it' line will never not make me go mad

i just want you to like me by @adamstnheights

↳ one-shot, 18+, bartender!reader, fwb to lovers, another spectacular idiots in love story 😌

loving you is the antidote by @demxters

↳ one-shot, 18+, college!au, amazing story 💙

devil in disguise by @tongue-like-a-razor

↳ one-shot, jake seresin is a devil and that is a fact 😈

your name (on that coffee cup) by @rae-gar-targaryen

↳ one-shot, in the end all of us just want to lick jake seresin's abs and that totally normal 😌

it's so hard to say goodbye to yesterday by @flaming-tgmcu

↳ one-shot, the fluff on this one, my heart can't take it 😫

this fic by @katsu28

↳ blurb, this is SO CUTE AHH

the beanery by @callsign-peach

↳ one-shot, this was so good!!

friends by @callsignseagull

↳ one-shot, god tier idiots in love fic, a bit of a slay if you ask me 💅

❄MICKEY 'FANBOY' GARCIA❄

sin adorno o flores by @rae-gar-targaryen

↳ one-shot, 18+, ✨chef's kiss✨

❄ROBERT 'BOB' FLOYD❄

make me by @roosterbruiser

↳ blurb, 18+, mafia!au bob has never crossed my mind before but my lord 🤤😫

full of surprises by @withahappyrefrain

↳ one-shot, 18+, bob floyd surprise me challenge

this fic by @notroosterbradshaw

↳ blurb, i am YELLING yes i love it here

❄BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW❄

i close my eyes and all i see is you and the small things you do by @jupitercomet

↳ one-shot, this is just so beautiful, stunning work 🥰

a litttle pinch by @tongue-like-a-razor

↳ one-shot, dad!rooster, CAN YOU HEAR ME SCREAM, this is just so wholesome 😭😭

home for the holidays by @mothdruid

↳ one-shot, 18+, fake dating slow burn, slay and a half, Abby ate and we have been fed 🙌

blue skies by @familyvideostevie

↳ one-shot, meet cute, this is so sweet i can't!!

tough luck by @//familyvideostevie

↳ one-shot, another meet cute, another banger

champagne lips by @roosterforme

↳ one-shot, I LOVED THIS SO MUCH 💙💙💙💙💙

that's my man by @greymoonfeelings

↳ one-shot, nobody says a bad word about bradly on our watch!!

this fic by @katsu28

↳ one-shot, you don't understand how much i love this 🤭

❄TOM HOLLAND❄

the end by @lauras-collection

↳ one-shot, go ahead and rip my heart out, Laura, why don't you :') the worst thing is that i will thank you and ask you to do it again after you're done 😅

❄BUCKY BARNES❄

dress you up in my love by @jobean12-blog

↳ one-shot, wonderful work as always 💙

the road goes ever on and on by @rocketrhap3000

↳ series, 18+, single mum!reader, beautiful story 💕

❄STEVE ROGERS❄

missing home by @anika-ann

↳ one-shot, part of the love on the brain universe, GG and Sparkles are life, i love them more than life itself <3

no strings attached by @viperbarnes

↳ one-shot, 18+, exes to lovers, such amazing work 👏

this fic by @heli0s-writes

↳ one-shot, 18+, this is just phenomenal 👏

#anna's fic recs #january 2023 fic recs #fic recs #stranger things fic recs #top gun fic recs #jake seresin fic recs #steve harrington fic recs

[flowerslut]

😂☀️🏅

What’s the funniest comment someone has left on a fic of yours?

this is such a tough one, but half of @volturialice’s comments on call of the night made me laugh so hard that I befriended and then hung out with her. and fast forward five years she has clowned her way into my heart ~irrevocably~ 🥰❤️

honorable mentions go to these specific ones (top one belongs to my wife ofc)

and I wish I could find the tumblr ask that says “thanks for the stories my therapist will know your name” because that one takes the cake.

Has anyone ever left you a comment that made your day? What did it say?

ALL THE TIME ARE YOU JOKING??? most recently I’ve been getting a lot of comments from people telling me about how my version of maria in roots is turning them into maria stans, and every time that happens I twirl my hair and kick my feet like a lovesick idiot 🤩

also a lot of people have left comments on call of the night (and walk in the dark) to tell me about how they binge-read it over a day or two and those are always my favorite because it means I derailed someone’s sleep schedule for at least one night and that delights me every time. but here’s a pair of comments I think of regularly:

because it 1000% summed up the way I wanted everyone to feel during the climax of cotn’ and to see that I stuck the landing? sublime. nothing will ever feel as good as seeing these as the first two comments after I posted that chapter 🥰

What is the fic you’re most proud of?

this is suchhhhhh a hard one so I’m gonna be a cheating little cheat and answer it in three parts. because my personal favorite fic of mine (not the best, per se, but my number 1) is north star. tbh, that fic should have been much trickier to write (empath alice and psychic jasper? how do you even attempt to successfully jam that into canon!verse?) so i’m very proud of myself for cranking it out over the time span that I did. that was the first fic I ever gave to my wife to look-over and make lil edits to, which is something that I had never once done before with any of my writing EVER.

then or course you’ve got call of the night, and just about everyone has heard the story about that fic, but I really am soooo proud of myself for finishing it! 16/17 year old baby shan would have been sooooo happy to know that it was lovingly completed (technically speaking) in my 20s!

but I think I have to nominate roots for ‘fic i’m most proud of’ just due to the sheer size of this project. and maybe it’s that Current Fic Bias talking (since it’s the only fic of mine being updated/worked on rn) but I really did daydream, outline, and draft an entire 200k word fic with multiple alternating povs and so many moving parts that my even readers are making timelines to make sure they don’t miss anything. that’s so cool for me! that’s so fun! roots has swamped my brain for a year and a half, I’ve put my whole pussy into it, and not to sound like a broken record but shoutout to my wife @volturialice for basically being my editor. the fact that she hasn’t killed me for not knowing the difference between “its” and “it’s” or divorced me for my fixation on unnecessary scene blocking isssss miraculous 🥴

send me more fanfic asks

#you know i had to do it to em (drop the irrevocably about my wife) #these answers are getting long as fuck but whatever y’all asked 3 at once

[noodyl-blasstal]

TAZ Bingo time!!! From @taznovembercelebration Prompt: Joking or Serious  _________________________

Kravitz had lived with Taako for three years. He had been in lust with Taako for two years and three hundred and sixty five days. He had been in love with Taako for one year and forty seven days.

Taako, thankfully, didn’t seem to have noticed.

The lust part was easy to explain. Kravitz isn’t dead, he has eyes. The love bit was more of a surprise. It crept up on him until, deep in the throes of music practice, Taako dancing along wildly inappropriately for Britten’s First Suite for Cello, he thought ‘I love this idiot.’ After that, it was obvious.

Kravitz and Barry’s “I’m In Love With a Tacco Twin and All I Got Was This Lousy Whatsapp Chat” provided some comfort. It turns out there was, in fact, a gif for most situations. At least now if he screamed into the void when Taako made him eggy bread because he knew he missed home, or walked around the flat in nothing but a towel, the void yelled back about how it loved Lup.

Tonight, Taako had decided to 'borrow' one of Kravitz's t-shirts and was wearing a particularly tiny pair of shorts. The chat was busy. Barry was suffering a similar fate apparently. It was getting harder to reply though, Taako seemed intent on taking over the entire sofa whether Kravitz was on it or not. Usually Taako would kick his feet into Kravitz's lap, or even snuggle up beside him… but now the man was lying across his lap and Kravitz was panicking. Surely he couldn't see the screen from there?

His phone vibrated on the arm of the sofa, the name of the chat appearing on the lock screen. Kravitz angled it away and tried to remember exactly how to breathe. It was fine, that was only visible for a split second, Taako couldn’t have read it in that time, he definitely didn't see.

Taako moved fast. “You have to tell me right now, is this serious?” He demanded, grabbing Kravitz’s phone.

Every ounce of moisture left Kravitz’s mouth. Was there an opposite to flash flooding? Flash drying. Why did they not see this coming? Barry had so many PhDs, Kravitz was generally pretty smart… He could just have set his messages not to preview, he could have stopped messaging Barry and focused on the hot boy in his lap wearing his shirt, he could have named the chat literally anything else.

“Krav? Kraverino? Kravatappi? You have to do words now, my guy.” Taako was looking up at him, barely containing a grin.

"It's… I." Kravitz said with grace and decorum. Great start. Nailed it. Master of love confessions! At least Taako hadn’t run away and locked himself in his room.

Taako snorted. "Okay Stud, that one's on Taako. You have to do words relating to the question." Taako raised his eyebrows and waited.

"It's not a joke." There, an answer without any direct admission. That didn't actually count as telling him!

"You're in love with Lup????" Taako gasped, horrified.

"No, I'm in love with you, you idiot." Kravitz rolled his eyes and shoved Taako's shoulder, grinning at how ridiculous the accusation was. Then the realisation of what he’d just said hit. That fact was supposed to go to his grave. That was not supposed to be actual words he said at Taako. At least not without flowers and macarons, maybe some sky writing? Okay, back on task, he could fix this. He could make this okay. "Like, in a… a friends way?" He added, convincing no one.

"Oh, okay, a friends way, so you wouldn't be interested in, say, smooching this beautiful face?" Taako asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

"No?" Kravitz said, staring very intently at Taako’s lips. Fuck. He buried his head in his hands. If Taako couldn't see him then this couldn't be embarrassing. That was science. Immutable fact.

"Oh, okay, so you also wouldn't be interested in a WhatsApp chat I may or may not have named "I'm in Love with my Oblivious Roommate and Therefore I Live in Hell"?" Taako asked, mildly.

"I might, maybe, be interested in that." Kravitz said hopefully, peeking past his fingers to be sure Taako wasn't joking. He winked at Kravitz. Smug bastard.

"Interested in that in a friends way?" Taako asked. Kravitz was going to expire. Taako was never going to let him forget this.

"Could we forget this happened and I'll surprise you with flowers tomorrow?" It was worth a shot. Taako liked flowers!

"Nope" Taako popped the p viciously. "You can still buy me flowers though." He added. Kravitz pretended to roll his eyes. "Now, about that smooching, handsome?"

"Hold on, just got message Barry first." Kravitz grabbed his phone and just about managed to send 'torture=flirting' before a throw pillow thudded into the side of his head. “Right, where were we?”

#TAZNC #TAZ November Celebration #Taako and Lup absolutely egged each other on to make their move #Taakitz #TAZ Balance #TAZ fic #Noodyl Writes #Taako Tacco #Kravitz #He buys Taako SO many flowers don't worry

[thedoubleexposurephotography]

It’s one of the first nights of the reader sleeping outdoors in Jaskier’s world. They look up to see the stars and the moon only to be caught off guard by how different they are from what they’re used to, and are reminded of just how far they are from home. Fortunately, Jaskier is right there to help comfort them.

Pairing: Jaskier x Fem!reader (platonic/pre-relationship if you squint real hard)

Warnings: anxiety attacks

Word count: 2024

Author’s notes: Reader is one of those people who travels the country in a camper van and works remotely. Also, sorry, anon, for taking 2 months to write this. Hopefully you like it!

What a wild day.

Currently you were lying in your sleeping bag in front of a fire under the wide open sky. The night was still. Well, mostly. One of your new companions, Jaskier, he said his name was, was seated not far from where you were trying to sleep playing a lute, an instrument you were sure hadn’t been popular since the renaissance. Your other companion, Geralt, was sharpening his swords, his white hair and yellow eyes gleamed in the firelight. All around the three of you were completely normal night sounds. If anyone happened upon you, they wouldn’t think anything was amiss.

But previously you had been minding your own business driving your camper van along I-90 through Minnesota toward South Dakota for your next work assignment. Next thing you knew the world went bright and suddenly you were definitely not in Minnesota, and nearly hitting the two men you were currently camping with. Once you stopped the van, and once your heart stopped beating like it was staging a coup against your rib cage, you saw Geralt approaching your van with a sword drawn. Immediately you jumped to grab the one weapon you had: your nail bat wrapped with barbed wire (what could you say? You were a fan of, and inspired by, both Stranger Things and The Walking Dead, and you hated guns). You had jumped out of the van to confront both men. Some tense words had been exchanged, but when it became clear you weren't a threat, Jaskier managed to talk Geralt into standing down. All you could really say at that point was “What the fuck?”, “Where the fuck?”, “Who the fuck?”, and after noticing how they were dressed, “When the fuck?”

There was shock on all sides when the three of you realized what had happened. And then another question was added to the list: How the fuck?

To your credit you only nearly fainted.

But once the shock wore off, you started to panic. How were you supposed to make it in a world like this? You came from a world with indoor plumbing and vaccines and being able to change your underwear every day. The people of this world probably still believed in the four humors. How would you adjust? How would you survive?

Jaskier was the one to approach you and try to calm you down. He went to talk to Geralt out of your earshot and when they came back, they invited you to come along with them, at least until they could find someone who might be able to help you.

You are not an idiot. You were a woman who up to that point had been traveling the United States alone in a van. You’d come across your fair share of suspicious and scary situations. That’s why you had the nail bat. You’d learned to listen to your instincts and heed any alarm bells in your head.

When you looked at Geralt and Jaskier, there were no alarm bells. So you agreed to accompany them. It’s not like you had any better options. You went back into your van, packed some essentials in a backpack, changed into more suitable clothing, and abandoned your van where it crashed.

And so here you were now, truly roughing it in a new world with a bard and…..whatever Geralt was (you still weren’t clear on that part).

You couldn’t sleep, of course. Your mind was still racing. You tossed and turned unable to relax enough to drift off. Your brain just couldn’t reconcile the fact that you are in a completely different world. We’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto. This story was The Wizard of Oz, and you were Dorothy, Geralt was definitely the Tin Man, but you couldn’t decide if Jaskier was the Cowardly Lion or the Scarecrow.

With sleep utterly escaping you, you rolled onto your back to stargaze. Because of the lack of light pollution, the view was incredible. Billions of stars twinkled in the sky for your viewing pleasure. The moon was full tonight as well, shining bright and casting plenty of light on the world below. But the more you gazed, the more panic started to bubble in your chest again. It’s not like you expected the night sky to be the same in a different world, but now it was obvious. There was no Orion, no Cassiopeia, no Ursa Major or Minor. Nothing in the sky was familiar to you. The stars were different. The moon was different. The world was different.

You really weren’t in Kansas anymore.

Trying to keep your breathing even so you wouldn’t hyperventilate, you scrambled out of your sleeping bag with all the grace of a convulsing newborn giraffe and raced off to a nearby rock formation so you could have your anxiety attack in peace and privacy.

As you hurry away from camp, Jaskier calls for you, his voice full of confusion and concern. “Where are you going? Are you all right?”

“The stars are different!” Is what you shouted back over your shoulder, your voice cracking with panic.

A pause. “What?”

You spun around and pointed up at the sky. “The. Stars. Are. Different!” You repeated, as if that’ll explain what you mean. You whipped around toward the way you were heading and continued toward the rock formation. You walked around to the far side—out of sight from Geralt and Jaskier—and slumped against the wall of one of the boulders, finally allowing the tears to fall freely.

The sobs that escaped you were ugly and anguished. You were feeling sorry for yourself, but you also thought of your friends and family back home. How they would eventually realize you were missing, how detectives and the police would investigate your disappearance, how there would be no trace of you, how everyone you loved would never know what happened to you and whether or not you were okay. These thoughts cut you to the bone. All you wanted was to go home, but all you could do right now was cry behind a rock and feel sorry for yourself.

Footsteps approached and you quickly wiped at your face and took some deep breaths to calm your crying. You’re not sure why you cared, but you didn’t want Geralt and Jaskier to think you were some blubbering baby. . You didn’t want them to think you were going to be a burden.

Jaskier rounded the corner, and you huffed in annoyance, crossing your arms over your chest. This pity party didn’t allow for guests. You just wanted to be left alone. To his credit, Jaskier looked sheepish at his intrusion. He gave you a bashful little smile, but the look on his face became concerned.

“I know this is a stupid question,” he said, “but are you all right?”

You shot him an incredulous look. “Oh, yeah, I’m just peachy,” you spat sarcastically.

Jaskier held up his hands in a placating way. “Right. Yeah. In my defense, I did say it was a stupid question”.

“And you weren’t wrong”.

The bard sighed. He looked like a kicked puppy.

“Sorry,” you mumbled. “I swear I’m not normally like this. It’s just—”

“No, no, I understand. I suppose I’d also be a bit surly if I was in your place,” Jaskier said. His eyes met yours, and you could see the empathy in the cornflower blue depths. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

You made a sound that was somewhere between a scoff and a bitter chuckle. “Send me back home?” You asked with a wan smile, knowing full well it was impossible for Jaskier to accomplish.

He chuckled. “I would if I could,” he assured you earnestly, and you believed him. “Unfortunately I am but a humble bard, and traveling between worlds is just slightly beyond my abilities”.

“Only slightly?” You teased lightly. “You must be quite the bard, in that case”.

Jaskier smiled. “Perhaps I could serenade you with a soothing song? I’m much more confident about doing that”.

“That’s very sweet of you, Jaskier, but I’m not in the mood for music right now,” you said. “Maybe once the shock of everything has worn off”.

Silence fell between you two. Jaskier was fidgeting like he wanted to say something, but couldn’t find the right words. You scrubbed a hand over your face, also at a loss for words.The tension was uncomfortable, so you let out a little groan of frustration.

“Fuck, I could use a hug right now,” you said, raking a hand through your hair.

Jaskier paused, thinking. He nodded resolutely. “I can do that”.

Your eyes shot to the bard, and you laughed nervously. “Oh, uh, no, that’s okay. I was just being facetious. I wasn’t actually asking”.

Jaskier approached you with his arms open. “Nope. No take-backs. You requested a hug, and a hug you shall have”. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you into an embrace. For the first few minutes, you were rigid in his arms, unsure of what to do, but then you figured what the hell, and wrapped your arms around Jaskier’s waist and relaxed into him. The two of you stood like that for a while, and you had to admit, it was comforting. Jaskier had a warm, welcoming air about him that transferred easily into his embrace. Little by little you were able to calm down.

You’re the one who broke the silence first. “I’m never going home, am I?”

Jaskier held you tighter. “I don’t know”. He started rubbing your back in soothing circles. “But Geralt and I will look after you. We’ll figure something out,” he promised you.

You snorted. “Something tells me Geralt won’t be enthusiastic about that”.

“I know Geralt seems like he’s unbearably crotchety and cantankerous,” Jaskier said, trailing off at the end.

You waited for Jaskier to finish the statement. When he didn’t, you asked, “And?”

“No, that’s it. He’s unbearably crotchety and cantankerous”.

A small laugh bubbled out of you in spite of your mood, and Jaskier chuckled along with you.

“Ah, there we are. A smile and a laugh,” Jaskier said. He pulled away from you, still holding you by your shoulders, and gently smiled down at you. “In all seriousness, Geralt fancies himself a stoic mutant who doesn’t feel normal human emotions, but he does care, even though he’ll never admit it. He—we—will make sure you find your footing in this world until we find a way to send you back to yours”.

His words touched you. You’d known this man for less than a day, and he was doing his best to make sure you were okay. The last vestiges of your anxiety melted away, and you finally felt a sense of calm.

“Feeling better?” Jaskier asked you.

Nodding, you replied, “Yeah, I am”. You gave him a small smile. “Thank you”.

He returned your smile. “It’s no trouble at all”. He put one arm around your shoulders and started leading you back to camp”.

Geralt gave you both a look when you returned. Jaskier gave him one back and the Witcher replied with one of his signature grunts . You ignored the exchange, and snuggled back into your sleeping bag. Once settled, you closed your eyes and tried to fall asleep, but you were distracted by shuffling noises on Jaskier’s side of camp. Next thing you knew, the bard was laying out his bedroll next to your sleeping bag and setting his lute next to your backpack. He laid down next to you, settling himself down for the night. The two of you laid on your backs next to each other, gazing at the stars.

Jaskier raised his arm and pointed to a group of stars. “That’s the Winter Maiden,” he said, and told you the story. He points out other constellations and explains the lore to you. You do your best to listen, but after awhile, sleep finally sneaks up on you. That’s how you finally drift off, with the stars in your eyes and Jaskier’s voice in your ears, bringing you the comfort you sorely needed.

#Jaskier #Jaskier imagine #Jaskier x you #Jaskier x reader #julian alfred pankratz #the witcher #the witcher netflix #witcher geralt #geralt of rivia #jaskier x y/n

[galactic-pirates]

Writing asks: 11, 22, and 31, please!

Thank you so much for the ask!!

11) Three tropes that are fine but overrated Hmm this is a hard question because first the instant anyone asks me to name things like tropes - head empty, no thoughts. Total brain fail. Second, I don't know, I don't like to judge things. This is how I wound up writing Time Will Tell (Sanctuary Soulmates fic) because I never liked the Soulmates trope. So I challenged myself to see if I could write a version I liked and I did.

If a trope is 'overrated' is that less the problem of the trope, and more just the versions being read? Not everything can be to everyone's taste. One person's absolute favourite fic, can be somebody else's 'backspace, run far away', or just 'meh'.

I've been enjoying rambling about the romance tropes that purlturtle picked for the bracket lately. There are some there, that just are not my thing at all. Does that make them overrated? It means they aren't for me.

I'm sorry this doesn't really answer the question but it's the only answer I feel like I have.

22) What is it about watching the same two idiots falling in love over and over again? I touched on this actually in one of my recent rambles on the bracket. I think I was talking about soulmates and fate, and saying that I didn't like it because love is a choice, and it takes work. Thank Eve Baird for saying that real love is hard and that's how you know it's real. But I do love those two quotes about (paraphrased) "no matter the universe I would find you, and choose you" and "I hope in every world there's an us" and it's sort of like that with the infinite ways the OTP can be together. It's transcendent. It's like that multi-verse spanning love in action. Sort of 'proving' how right they are for each other because they just fit. It doesn't matter if it's canon or AU, canon-divergent etc. Some things are just meant to be.

In other words it's comforting. Bringing order to the chaos of the universe. Saying that in this corner all is well because these two (or three) idiots have each other.

31) What was the most difficult fic for you to write (but in the end you made it)? I think I have a "kill it with fire", it's awful, it's unfixable, I can't do this, I'm fed up, I don't want to, I hate it etc. moment with most fics - or at least the longer ones. Although short fics can be buggers as well, especially if they have to be short for some reason. I loathe word limits with the fire of a thousand suns.

I don't know if I can really say that any particular fic was harder than any other. I would probably say that when I was struggling with it, but after? when it's done? The pain is temporary and it's hard to remember after. Each fic brings it's own challenges. Besides if anything was truly too much then it wouldn't qualify for the 'in the end I made it' because I didn't. My abandoned Librarians fic in the structure of the Rashoman Job (from Leverage) attests to this.

(as I'm not sure that I really answered a couple of these I'll tack on another for you)

25) Is writing the whole thing beforehand better or worse than writing it as you go? It is better because there's no risk of writing myself into a corner, and then having to abandon the fic. If I make a mistake I can go back and revise etc. I can post with absolute confidence as I know it's complete. Plus if something goes wrong then it can just live on my HD indefinitely and I can switch to a different project. It's very freeing. Would 110% recommend (I wrote all my fanfics like this from 2020 onwards).

BUT there is something to be said for a live audience. Back in the day when I first joined tumblr/AO3 and I was writing for Rumbelle, I wrote everything 'live'. I don't know if it was the fandom, the time, or what but I got a lot more engagement. There was more community and that was nice. Writing is lonely and what I miss more than anything is being able to talk to someone about my WIP, them being enthusiastic and sort of bouncing off each other. Never posting a WIP means there is zero possibility of that ever which is sad.

Still I would recommend writing it all out first. I feel like it makes for a more coherent story but that's the novelist in me.

#long post #I answer things #sam talks writing

[nut-in-me-jojo]

Always Will Be - Chp.1

Pairing: Yan!Gyutaro x Fem!Reader

Chapter: 1

Series Warnings: NSFW, extreme depictions of death, extreme violence, dead dove don’t eat, forced relationship, yandere, non/dubious consent, kidnapping, degradation, slut shaming, stockholm syndrome, poverty, dacryphilia, misogyny, dumbification,  (If you don't like dark yandere's this story isn't for you.)

Word Count: 1.2K

Summary:  Gyutaro has lived for over a century now, still plagued by memories of the past and haunted by its ghost. You are one of his only two regrets.

Author Notes:  Hi! I’m super excited to be stepping into the Demon Slayer fanfic scene! After I saw this last season I immediately got this idea in my head and had to see it come to life! I really hope you enjoy this series as much as I’m loving writing it! PLEASE be kind, this is my first time properly posting fics to Tumblr and I haven’t quite figured out how everything here works! Also, this IS an X reader, Yuna is just your past self’s name and it’s intended to be a play on (Y/N). This is going to be a very dark fic so be mindful of the warnings mentioned above! Enjoy!

“Promise me...that when we grow up, we’ll run away and never come back. Me, you, and Ume. Promise me!”

“I promise, Yuna.”

Gyutaro blinked, pausing in his meal as the words from an eternity ago echoed in his mind.

More than a lifetime had passed since that promise had been made, yet the bitter winter snow that had clung to her lashes and tattered kimono that day remained fresh in the recesses of the demon's mortal memories. The ones he had tried countless times to bury alongside his abandoned humanity. Try as he might, they still clawed their way back to the forefront every so often. The one ghost of the past that just refused to die, to stay forgotten, to stay buried in the ground like he had left her that day. For over a hundred years she had followed him.

He broke that promise to her. The three of them had never made it out of the Entertainment District. For here he and his sister still were. But yet, things were quite different now. The two siblings had power. They weren’t helpless, starving, preyed on children anymore. Now they were the predator; the beast of the night that exacted rightful suffering upon those more fortunate. The tearing of flesh, the gnashing of bones, all tokens of solatium the world would forever owe them for having spit on them.

Gyutaro had seen to it all this time that the two of them were never cold nor hungry ever again. He’d made sure he had kept his promise to Daki by never leaving her side for over a century. Maybe, by upholding that promise to his sister, it could rectify the one he had broken with his only friend. Or at least, that’s what the Upper Moon had settled on telling himself all these years.

“What’s your deal? Keep eating you idiot or she’ll get cold.” Daki’s shrill voice reverberating off the dirt walls of the “store house.”

Gyutaro glances over at his sibling, her pretty face covered in crimson as a half eaten limb laid limp in her grasp.

“Shut up, I’ll do what I want.” Gyutaro snarked as he returned to taking another bite out of his own portion of their victim.

The debt collector didn’t know why she was complaining; this was his catch for the night after all. The siblings had worked out a routine from prowling the nights of the past century. Daki would stay and work and seek out prey among her fellow house courtesans. While her brother would leave her to her work in favor of lurking the city streets.

Ever since he’d become a demon, Gyutaro had never felt whole without the hunt. The innate need to conquer, ravage, and devour his prey was ever present and it gnawed at him with each passing day until the sun gave way to the moon. The high of getting the kill was always the same; as was the feeling of it never being enough.

Besides, sitting on the sidelines to watch his little sister do all the work was never his style. All the providing, all the protecting. No, that was his purpose. That’s what big brothers did. What he did. As it had always been and always will be.

He let her carry on like this all these years because Daki had always been so gung-ho on proving herself to be useful. To be strong. However, Gyutaro was no fool, it was not so much to prove herself to him but rather to Lord Muzan. Despite her best efforts, his sister would often fail in her pursuits and naturally it was always up to him to finish what she couldn’t. But he didn’t mind much, obviously it was never anything he couldn’t handle. At the end of the day their team work was impeccable with her work providing them with such a wonderful cover. One that allowed them to feast all the while plucking the Hashira one by one from the shadows that came in search of their heads. They would never succeed, not as long as Oni-Chan was around.

As long as the two of them were together, they could never be beat. The streets of the entertainment district were practically the blood in their veins and the air in their half-dead lungs. It was their birthright; their domain for all eternity. Nothing and nobody would ever get past them. Nothing would tear them apart.

“You’ll always be my best friend, Gyu-Chan.”

There it was again. That same stubborn ghost. The fragments of the past now so far behind him her voice echoed within him like she stood down a long tunnel. But so much else of her remained crystal clear. The warmth of her embrace. The way her skin would glisten in the rain. How his chest felt when she laughed at the silliest things. The love he could feel in her eyes. All things that had died along with her.

Gyutaro instinctively shook his head free of the thoughts. Strange, he never thought of her this much anymore. In a way, it was easy to make himself forget; as some things truly are better off dead. But the demon would be lying if he tried to say he hadn’t spent many nights wondering what could’ve been had he only been there. For her. And his sister.

“Ugh, you are acting SO weird tonight Oni-chan!” Came Daki’s voice again.

“I’m just tired.” He muttered lowly.

“Tired? What are you talking about, demons don’t get tired! We don’t need sleep!” Daki squawked.

“Will you shut up already? You know what I mean.” He snapped back. It’s true, demons don’t need to sleep but it didn’t mean they couldn’t. The sun was about to rise and there was nothing else to kill time with anyhow. So Gyutaro would often spend the days sleeping. Or at least trying to, if Daki wasn’t yapping his ear off about whatever stupid meaningless human had pissed her off and how she was going to rip them apart limb by limb. But often, she would follow suit as her brother into dreamless slumber.

Once finished with his “dinner” Gyutaro lazily ambled over to the bed he and Daki shared. A plethora of pillows and blankets they had accumulated over the years that more so resembled a nest rather than a bed. But that was how they liked it, certainly more luxurious than what they had in the old days but still not straying too far from those same old roots.

“Are you coming or what?” Gyutaro grouched at his sister as he laid down.

She said nothing, only skipping over to him as her response. Daki laid her head down on his outstretched arm as she nestled closer into him. All these pillows at her disposal yet she always chose his bicep as her pretty little head's resting place. Gyutaro proudly remembers her telling him once that he was her favorite pillow. And as always, he had made it his job to provide his precious sister with only the finest. Day by day, this was how they would sleep all these years.

Though, it hadn’t always been this way. Once upon a time, there had been the three of them sleeping together in a heap.

But that was then and this was now. Now, it was only just the two of them. Come dusk, it would be no different as well. Always the same and always will be, he had told himself.

Hi again!  I know it’s canon demons don’t sleep but I meannnnnn Nezuko sleeps? Sooooo lol.

Chapter 2

#yandere gyutaro #gyutaro x reader #gyutaro x you #gyutaro x y/n #gyutaro shabana #kny gyuutaro #kimetsu no yaiba gyuutarou #demon slayer

[cyantomatos]

Wheel of Writing - Day 6

Prompt: “You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.” Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader

You should write a book. 

101 Bad Pick-Up Lines: Life Behind a Bar.

Every weekend, without fail, you got at least one drunken idiot leaning up against your bar trying out what he certainly thought was a certified-gold pick-up line. More than one on a busy weekend. You’d counted thirteen on a weekend with a highly-anticipated sports event.

You didn’t remember what sport it was, working in a bar meant they all blended together eventually.

Tonight you were already going on three as a blond man sauntered up to the bar, just enough drinks in to bolster his confidence. You’d served all four of the men at his table, three different brands of beer and a handful of different shots, and they all seemed nice enough. You’d been able to feel their eyes on your several times tonight, so it wasn’t a surprise that one of them finally worked up the courage.

He leaned on his forearms on the bar, waiting patiently as you poured a drink for another patron before making your way to him. 

“You come here often?” Okay, maybe more thank just enough drinks. Either that or there was definitely more beauty than brains there.

You stomped down a smirk, putting on your best customer-service smile.

“Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say yes.” You watch the grin slowly slide off his face as his friends explode into laughter, and a quick glance towards their table shows the other blond man snagging a wad of bills from one of the other men.

You turn back to the apparent victim of a drunken bet, softening your smile a little. “Do you want another beer?”

Silence for a moment, and then, “No, ma’am.”

He hung his head, trudging back to his laughing friends.

A moment later you're turned with your back to the bar counter when you hear someone clear their throat behind you. You turn to see one of the other men from the table, a wide grin on his face. He stuffs some money in your tip jar and hooks a thumb back at the table behind him.

"For putting up with Benny. And us, I suppose, since we convinced his drunk ass the line would actually work."

You raise an eyebrow at him, softening the expression with a slight smile. "Do you often set your friends up for obvious failure?"

He shrugs, glancing back at the table where one of the men has his hand on Benny's shoulder, the latter staring at the table dejectedly. "No, only the ones that spend the whole night bragging about how good he is at picking up women."

He turns back to you with a sheepish smile. "I'm Frankie, by the way. You met Benny already, and that's Will and Santi."

You give him your name and smile a bit more genuinely. "I've seen the four of you in here before. And don't worry, I've heard much worse pickup lines before. Practically a requirement of the job." 

Frankie leans against the counter more fully. "Oh yea? What's the worst you've heard?"

You brace your hands on the counter, staring up at the ceiling as you think. "Off the top of my head? 'Are you an orphanage, because I'd like to put my kids in you.' except with a lot more slurring and stumbling over the words, he was very drunk." 

Frankie looks shocked when you look back to him. "Seriously?"

You nod, grinning. "I could write a whole book of bad pickup lines at this point. Probably make more than I do working here." You snort, turning to pick up an empty glass a patron sets on the bar.

Frankie let's out a laugh as he straightens, and you have to keep from smiling like an idiot at the sound. "I'll save you from hearing one from me then, I don't need to be put on blast like that. Thank you again, for being so cool and putting up with us. We're usually in here every Friday, so…I'll see you around?"

You smile, widely and genuinely this time. "I think you might."

#WoW #Wheel of Writing #Frankie Morales #frankie morales x f!reader #triple frontier fanfiction

[supervisormeero]

❤️💥✨💌

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic? OHHHHHHH BOY. Uh. Um. (I can name some of my favorite lines my friends have written off the top of my head, but my brain short-circuits when I have to remember my own stuff.)

I'm still particularly proud of Frictious, and this line, specifically: "They’re the breath in each other’s lungs, and they’re the blood seeping from each other’s wounds." I don't think I've ever written a more concise and fitting description of what Syril and Dedra are to each other—at least in my view. I could launch into my Rant about how they're twin flames and how that term in and of itself sort of outlines the doomed trajectory of their relationship, but I wholeheartedly believe they're soulmates. They were destined for each other in every perfect, horrible way, and if they're ultimately each other's destruction, that'd be horribly perfect to me.

💥 What is one canon thing that you wish you could change? I keep pulling out weird answers for this, and this barely qualifies as an answer to the question, but—I wish we could see what Dedra wears on, like, weekends. She and that uniform are almost the same entity in my brain; it's like her shell, like an exoskeleton, almost, and I have to wonder who she even is when she's not wearing it. What is her style like? I know it's sort of a joke in this fandom that Syril's all about high fashion and Dedra couldn't care less, but is that true, or does she also care about the specifics of fine tailoring when she's not in uniform? I can't see her wearing a dress, but... what if she wears dresses? I have so many questions.

✨️ Out of the comments you’ve received on your fics, what are two or three of your favorites? Funny you should ask me this, because many of my favorite comments are yours! Basically every comment you'd left me on Frictious absolutely made my day (or my week). I cherish any and all comments, but the ones that really delve into what I've written to say what, specifically, they liked or explain their interpretations of certain passages are just... I cry tears of joy.

Also, shout-out to @air-mechanical, @lighttailoring, and @hegodamask for just, like, existing? For being the best? Whether on AO3 or in my original drafts or in the tags on my posts, I'm so grateful for the kind words and feedback you've given me. I really do believe I've grown as a writer because I'm reading your works and learning from you.

💌 Is there a favorite trope you like to write? I'm not sure if this counts as a trope, but. Couldn't be a fic I've written if these idiots weren't awkwardly holding hands at some point. I don't know why I need them to hold hands so badly, but I do. I'm currently writing a fic where Dedra marries Syril as a manipulative tactic, and of course they've held hands. More than once.

Tony Gilroy, if you're listening... Cereal and Debra holding hands would fix me, I think.

Send me fic writer emoji asks!

#thank you! #and for real thank you for all your incredible comments on AO3 #ask games #answered

[summerwritesfics]

🔥❄️Dear My Love, Haven’t You Wanted To Be With Me?

Pairing: Hanzo Hasashi/Kuai Liang Length: 9299 Words Rating: Explicit 🔞 Warnings: Soulmates AU, Past Child Abuse, Isolation, Social Anxiety, Social Awkwardness, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Soulmate Tattoos, Soulmates Name On Wrist, Angst and Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Masturbation, Bath Houses, Past Homophobia, First Time, First Kiss, Plot With Porn, Porn With Feelings, Despite the soulmate thing they are unfortunately both idiots, Everyone wants to give Kuai sex ed, Mentions of homophobic slurs but they aren’t used in the text at all (It’s very briefly mentioned that these things happened in the past but no slur itself is ever used), Yeah it’s another Hanzo and Kuai getting together fic I will never stop writing these lmao SubScorp Week Day 5: Touch Starved

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Notes: What do you mean it’s day 5 already? If you’ve read my other fic’s, you probably already know that normally Kuai is definitely not a virgin by the time he and Hanzo get together, so writing him as sexually inexperienced was definitely a departure from that. I enjoyed writing Kuai as a blushing virgin for a change, but I still prefer sexually confident power bottom Kuai :) Ngl I’m not feeling it today, whatever it is, and while I’ve tried my best with editing, I do apologise if this isn’t up to my usual stuff. I Love you all and I hate feeling like I’ve half assed something for you guys 💕 Title is from “Anywhere” by Evanescence.

“Bi-Han! Bi-Han look at this!”

Kuai ran over to Bi-Han as best he could, trying his hardest to not trip. He was 5 years old, and his so called soulmate tattoo had just come through. He wasn’t really sure what that meant, just that this name was someone who’d be really special to him.

Bi-Han turned in the hallway to look at him with an eyebrow raised and Kuai triumphantly waved his wrist at him.

“Look! I have a name on my wrist now,” he said proudly, feeling triumphant when his elder brother smiled at him and reached down to ruffle his hair.

“That’s great, Dìdì,” Bi-Han replied, glancing around before getting to Kuai’s level. “What’s her name?”

“Han. Zo. Ha. Sa. Shi?” Kuai tried to read out, at least, that’s how the name was spelt. Kuai had never come across a name like it.

“What did you say?” A voice across the corridor snarled. Kuai and Bi-Han turned their heads in unison to see one of the Elders, Master Fang, standing and glaring at Kuai with murder in his eyes. He stormed over to them, roughly grabbing Kuai’s wrist to read it for himself. “Hasashi. I knew you’d be a trouble maker.”

Kuai felt himself still, he had no idea why Master Fang hated him so much, but clearly this was now yet another reason on his list. He wanted to pull away, only for Master Fang to roughly yank his arm and begin dragging him off.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Bi-Han called, rushing to keep up. “Where are you taking him?”

Master Fang didn’t answer just continued to tug at Kuai’s arm and force him through the corridors. They were eventually in the throne room. Where the Grandmaster was sat having a discussion with Master Hydro and Kuai Liang’s Grandfather. All three men turned to watch as Master Fang threw Kuai to the ground at the Grandmaster’s feet.

“What has he done this time, Master Fang?” The Grandmaster said in a bored tone. Probably fed up of Master Fang bringing Kuai before him for every perceived slight. But I didn’t do anything!

“Look at his wrist.”

The simple request was met with the Grandmaster raising an eyebrow. He did get off the throne however, Grandfather and Master Hydro joining him. He took Kuai’s hand and flipped to see his wrist. The Grandmaster took a deep breath, as his Grandfather grimaced and Master Hydro rubbed his mouth with his hand.

“That’s not good,” he heard Master Hydro whisper under his breath.

“I say we be rid of the child already, he’s already been far more trouble than he’s worth,” Master Fang suggested flippantly, waving his hand like it was no big deal. Kuai watched as his Grandfather’s head snapped over to him.

“I beg your pardon?” Grandfather snarled, mist escaping from his mouth. Despite his fear, Kuai wanted nothing more than for his Grandfather to punch Master Fang’s stupid mean face!

“Calm yourselves, both of you,” the Grandmaster ordered, and both men immediately backed down. “Regardless of your opinion Master Fang, Kuai Liang is still of the Sub Zero bloodline, and he is far too invaluable to get rid of.”

Kuai resisted the urge to stick his tongue out at Master Fang, the last time he’d done that he got punished real bad. The backs of his hands stung just thinking about it.

“Kuai Liang,” Grandfather started, and Kuai turned his attention squarely on his caretaker. “Do you understand why this name concerns us?”

“No, Master Sub Zero,” he said softly. He had thought it was just Master Fang being a butt again, but with everyone else’s reaction he was starting to second guess himself. Maybe this time Master Fang actually had a good reason to be nasty to him.

“Well, you know how we are the Sub Zero bloodline, that has belonged to the Lin Kuei for centuries?” He asked, and Kuai nodded his head. “The Hasashi blood line is similar, but for the Shirai Ryu. Do you understand what that means?”

“The Shirai Ryu are our enemy,” Kuai parroted from what he’d been told for as long as he remembered. It was weird, no one had ever given a reason for the Shirai Ryu being the bad guys, but the last time he’d asked he’d been told off for being difficult. He frowned though, as it really sunk in what his Grandfather was getting at. “My soulmate is my enemy?”

“I’m afraid so, little one,” his Grandfather’s sorrowful tone hurt. The name on his wrist was his enemy. How was he supposed to spend his life with an enemy? “Kuai Liang, this isn’t your fault, okay? It is just unfortunate that this is the soulmate you have been given.”

“Yes well,” Master Fang interrupted while crossing his arms. He was staring down at Kuai with such hatred. If this wasn’t his fault, then why was he still enduring the Elder’s hate? “What exactly are we meant to do about this little traitor?”

Before Grandfather could snap back at him, the Grandmaster held up a hand and sagely said “isolation.”

“Isolation?” Master Hydro asked, his face scrunching up. “What happened to him being invaluable?”

“We still train him,” the Grandmaster claimed, his eyes never leaving Kuai. “But he is kept away from the outside world and majority of people, only elders and family can interact with him.” Kuai didn’t like the sound of that. He didn’t exactly get along with most of the other students anyway, but not being able to be around them at all just sounded lonely. “He will be as he always was meant to be, a backup should the true heir to the Sub Zero title ever fall. He’s just a spare, this way we ensure he is safe should we need to utilise him.”

“But-“ Master Fang was cut off by the Grandmaster finally tearing his gaze From Kuai to him.

“I have made my decision, Master Fang.” The Grandmaster turned away to go and sit back down. “Now, if you have nothing else to bring to my attention, I suggest you take the child and get preparations underway to keep him secluded.”

Master Fang looked like he wanted to argue, but a cough from Grandfather made him reconsider, as he finally bowed to the Grandmaster. Kuai followed suit, as did Bi-Han. Kuai had almost forgotten his elder brother was here, he’d been eerily quiet since they’d come into the room. I hope he’s not mad at me for this too! He was used to Master Fang’s hate, and to an extent the Grandmaster’s, but he didn’t know what he’d do if Bi-Han hated him too.

Not really wanting to outstay his welcome, Kuai turned around to leave the throne room, feeling Bi-Han gently grab his arm and walk him out. He could hear Master Fang following after them. They didn’t stop walking, but allowed Master Fang to usher them towards their room.

Master Fang stared down at Kuai, his mouth curled up in disgust.

“You truly are one lucky little bastard, aren’t you?” Master Fang lowly growled. Kuai had no idea what a bastard was, but it seemed to be Master Fang’s favourite word for him. Kuai gripped his elder brother a little tighter. “Your Grandfather isn’t going to be around forever.”

And with that he was storming off.

Kuai turned to Bi-Han, he could see the anger in his brothers eyes, but also knew he’d never say anything to any of the elders. He was much too interested in keeping his high standing to do so.

“Bi-Han? Did I do something wrong?” He asked, and Bi-Han’s anger immediately dispersed.

He looked down at Kuai, sorrowful expression on his face. “No Dìdì, you didn’t.” Bi-Han bent down again, getting to his level again. “But you need to understand that while this seems scary and like a punishment, it’s for your own good.” Bi-Han put his hand on top of Kuai’s head. “That person on your wrist, if he’s a Shirai Ryu then he’s a bad person. If he ever get’s his hands on you, he’s probably going to hurt you. We need to keep you safe from him. Do you understand?”

“I do,” Kuai said sadly, closing his eyes and trying not to cry.

“Don’t cry, Dìdì.” Bi-Han stood back up and took Kuai’s hand. It was nice, but what Kuai really wanted was a hug. His big brother hadn’t hug him since he was 3 and he missed it so much. “C’mon, why don’t we go and I can make some ice sculptures to cheer you up.”

“Can you make a big bear?” Kuai sniffed and Bi-Han smiled down at him.

“Anything you want.”

He followed his brother into their room, allowing his brother to try and distract him from his true thoughts.

What did I do to deserve a soulmate who hates me?

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It was amazing how things had changed in the many years since then.

The Lin Kuei as it used to be was no more, and now Kuai Liang was it’s Grandmaster. Bi-Han, his Grandfather, Grandmaster Oniro, Master Hydro and Master Fang were long gone, as well as the other Lin Kuei like Tomas, Cyrax and Sektor. He was no longer condemned to isolation, he could leave the temple for as long as he liked and wherever he liked. He had friends, Johnny, Sonya, Jax and Kenshi, who listened to his problems and he could rely on for any help or support he needed.

And most importantly, he’d finally met Hanzo Hasashi.

It was true, that at first they had been enemies, but that was due to lies and manipulation. Kuai had put aside his own hurt over his brother’s death to offer an olive branch to Hanzo. What were once enemies were now allies, dare he even say friends.

Master Fang would be rolling in his grave, but that was okay because Kuai would be dancing on it anyway.

The awkward thing was, Kuai never told Hanzo about his tattoo. In fairness, Hanzo never mentioned his either. It made Kuai wonder if his name was even on Hanzo’s wrist, or if Harumi would be the only one to ever be in Hanzo’s heart. He didn’t have the courage to ask either. If it truly was still her name on his wrist, Kuai didn’t have the heart to take that away from him. If his name was on Hanzo’s wrist? Well… he had absolutely no idea what to do about that.

Turns out, keeping someone secluded for so many years does not lead to healthy socialisation habits.

Who knew?

Except probably every psychiatrist ever.

He had enough trouble keeping up with his platonic relationships, what the hell was he meant to do in a romantic one? He’d studied his friends relationships a little in the years since. There seemed to be a lot of kissing and while that seemed quite nice, it was the general physical intimacy that Kuai seemed to really crave. The quick touches, putting a hand to someones cheek, holding hands. God after so long alone that last one sounded so scandalous.

Johnny had seen it fit at some point to have “the talk” with him and it went about as well as one could imagine.

It was weird, to realise he actually had sexual urges and that was why certain body parts acted like they did. No one had ever talked to him about this. As much as Johnny’s teachings embarrassed him, he was grateful for them. At least now he better understood how these things worked.

All that was neither here or there however.

What really mattered was his dilemma with if he should say anything to Hanzo.

He looked down at his latest correspondence from the man in question, asking to host him at the Fire Garden’s for a few days. It felt like a good opportunity to bring it up, but he was also terrified. Because despite everything, Bi-Han had been right, Hanzo had hurt him in the past. What was to say he wouldn’t again?

He put the letter in his pocket, and went to find his council to give orders for while he was away.

He’d figure out how to deal with the tattoo situation later.

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The Fire Garden’s were as beautiful as ever. Kuai had been here a few times already, but only on very brief visits that usually lasted a day. He’d always been invited on business before, but this time, he’d been invited for leisure. He’d never really had chance to sit down with a cup of tea and just admire how beautiful it looked.

“I am glad that you could come, Grandmaster Sub Zero,” Hanzo softly said as he took the cup of tea that he had just poured for himself.

“And I am glad you invited me, Grandmaster Hasashi,” Kuai replied, accepting his own cup of tea. He forgot what Hanzo had said it was, but it wasn’t one he was familiar with.

“Well, I thought maybe you would appreciate the break from work,” Hanzo claimed, watching Kuai intently as he took a sip of his tea. Kuai still wasn’t sure what flavour it was, it wasn’t something he’d ever tried, but it was light and fruity, very pleasant. “According to Takeda, Frost is always texting him saying you need a vacation.”

“To be honest, I think Frost just wants me out of her hair for a few days so I stop nagging her,” Kuai laughed. “I am glad to hear she is still in contact with Takeda though, I believe it has helped her reservations over the peace pact.”

“Admittedly I was a little skeptical, but Takeda seems to enjoy talking with her,” Hanzo admitted, his eyes flicked over Kuai’s shoulder. Kuai took a look behind him, spotting a certain Special Forces team approaching. “I suppose you can ask him yourself,” Hanzo added, before waiting for the team to get close enough, and greeting them with “good afternoon”.

“Good afternoon, Grandmaster,” Takeda replied with a bow, “I hope we’re not interrupting, but as we came in, some of the guards were asking if I could ask you to go and talk to them about a minor problem they’ve come across.”

“Ah, I see.” Hanzo turned his attention to Kuai, “do you mind if I go and check what they need?”

“Of course not,” Kuai replied with a confident nod.

“Very well,” Hanzo push himself to stand, but before he went, “Takeda maybe you and your friends can keep Grandmaster Sub Zero company.”

“We’d love to,” Takeda replied, a little too readily if Kuai was being honest, and looking at all of them, they all had strangely impish looks on their faces. They were definitely up to something, and it seemed to involve Kuai Liang.

“Excellent, hopefully I won’t be too long,” Hanzo announced, patting Kuai’s shoulder before he went off to find his guards. Kuai felt his breath hitch at the contact, that was the first time Hanzo had really touched him outside of combat. Why did this make his heart race so much? It was just his shoulder.

As he left, the four went to sit around the table with him, and despite Kuai being a little suspicious of them, he decided it was a good time to ask Takeda how he and Frost were getting on.

“So, Grandmaster Hasashi tells me you are still in contact with Frost?” He asked, outright ignoring the look on Cassie’s face. He may not be good a reading social situations, but he’d seen the same look in Frost’s eyes enough to know she was craving chaos and about to cause mischief to get it.

“Oh yeah, it was rough at first but I think I’ve won her over.” Takeda looked around briefly before leaning in and lowering his voice. “Between us, I’m also having a lot of fun teasing her about how we’re going to be step-siblings soon.” Takeda had a huge grin on his face, and Kuai suddenly realised that suspicious feeling had not been misplaced.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Kuai claimed, trying to look away and putting his hand on his cheek.

“Oh well, we just couldn’t help but notice you and Grandmaster Hasashi have been getting a bit closer lately,” Jacqui replied in a sing song voice. Kuai felt himself going a bit hot, he wasn’t aware their growing friendship was that obvious to those on the outside.

“Yeah, I mean, we can’t help but wonder if Grandmaster Hasashi is your soulmate or something,” Cassie provided, leaning forward and placing her head on her hands. She was looking at Kuai knowingly. She had never seen his tattoo, he was sure of that, but she was related to the one person who had and knew the name on it.

“Jonathan told you?” He asked in a horrified tone, not wanting to really convey how betrayed that idea made him feel.

“Nope,” Jin cut in, “but you just did.”

Kuai felt his jaw fall open as he realised what they’d just done. He cursed himself for falling into such an obvious trap. He was mad at himself for that, but at least he knew Johnny had not betrayed his confidence. He really should have known, for as much a gossip as the man was, when it came to the important things, he was surprisingly tight lipped.

“That was mean,” Kuai just about managed to get out, despite how childish it made him feel.

“I knew it,” Cassie claimed, giddily looking at him with big eyes. “How long have you guys been together?”

“We’re not-“ Kuai felt himself getting flustered. Oh god, what if Hanzo comes back and hears this? He did plan to bring it up while he was here, he really did, but not like this. “Please, he doesn’t know.”

“What?” Cassie exclaimed, far too loudly for Kuai’s liking. “How have you not told him?” She hissed before her face morphed into a confused look. “How has he never said anything to you?”

“That is part of why I’ve been reluctant to bring it up,” Kuai admitted, running his knuckles with his thumb. “I’m not even sure if my name is on his wrist or if it’s Harumi’s.”

Everyone looked at Takeda, who immediately realised everyone thought he’d know the answer, just shook his head at them all.

“He’s always wearing arm guards or long sleeves, I’ve never managed to look at it.” He rubbed the back of his head. “To be honest, I figured it wasn’t any of my business, because he’d tell me if it was.”

“But mine is?” Kuai dryly pointed out.

Takeda gave a sheepish grin, “I blame Cassie.”

“I also blame Cassie,” Jacqui added, holding her hands up in defeat.

“I blame me too,” Cassie agreed, before glancing over at Kung Jin.

“Eh, I didn’t really care who your soulmate was, I just wanted to know if my gaydar was on point.” He lent backwards looking triumphant that he’d somehow correctly guessed Kuai’s sexuality. “Although, I do hope you know how to keep yourself safe, because one gay man to another, I wish someone had told me some of the shit I learnt through trial and error.”

“I-“ Kuai hesitated slightly, not sure if Kung Jin was going where he thought he was, “are you trying to have the safe sex talk with me?”

“Well someone has to,” Kung Jin said with a shrug. “Now, condoms and lube are essentials-“

“Kung Jin, please do not go any further, I am already aware of safe sex practises,” Kuai interrupted in what felt like one long breath, waving his hands a little in front of his face. Jin had a shit eating grin on his face over how flustered Kuai seemed to be. “I hate to tell you, but Jonathan beat you to that talk several years ago.”

“Ah, you got to see the powerpoint presentation too?” Cassie quipped and Kuai gave her a pleading look to move the conversation away from that particular topic. He still remembered the embarrassment when Johnny loaded it up, and judging from Cassie’s sympathetic look she had a similar experience. “Anyway, this is off topic, regardless of what name is on his wrist, you really need to tell him what name is on yours.”

“I know,” Kuai said quietly, glad that the topic had moved on from his potential sex life. Not that his soulmate tattoo was an easier topic to talk about. “I want to, I just don’t know how.”

“Maybe ask him about his first?” Jacqui suggested, “then you can sort of tell him without saying it yourself if he shows you it’s your name?”

“That… is a good idea.” Kuai thoughts about it, it did feel a little less scary. “Thank you, Specialist Briggs.”

“No problem but uh-“ Jacqui was looking behind Kuai as she finish with “we should probably shut up about it for now cause he’s coming back.”

Indeed seconds after Jacqui said that, Hanzo had indeed come back up to the table, taking a seat next to Kuai. As he sat down, he rested his hand on Kuai’s shoulder again, and Kuai only just about managed to hold in the strangled whine stuck in his throat. After the discussion they’d just had, somehow this second touch stood out even more than the first.

“I apologise for that, but hopefully everything is sorted,” Hanzo stated with a smile. His face dropped a little when he saw Kuai’s face. “Is everything okay?”

No! Your hand is on my shoulder and I’m about to cry because of it!

“Yes, everything is fine,” Kuai answered, not realising how quick and desperate he sounded. Hanzo didn’t look convinced, but seemed to choose not to question it.

He also didn’t remove his hand from Kuai’s shoulder, and Kuai wasn’t sure why but he hoped Hanzo wouldn’t stop.

“So,” Kung Jin said in a drawn out tone, “what’s this about Mr Cage and a powerpoint presentation?”

Both Kuai and Cassie groaned in union.

“Powerpoint presentation?” Hanzo questioned with a raised eyebrow.

“Apparently Mr Cage has a sex ed powerpoint presentation,” Takeda informed him and Kuai almost wanted to die from how casually it had come out. “Apparently Cassie and Grandmaster Sub Zero have been his victims on this.”

Hanzo was looking at Kuai with a mix of concern, pity and amusement and Kuai wasn’t sure which one of those was worse.

As Cassie scrambled to change the subject, Kuai could tell he was possibly in for a lengthy explanation.

As if he didn’t have enough he needed to talk to Hanzo about.

----------------------------------------------------

“So Cage really made you sit down and listen to a presentation on sex?”

Kuai threw his head into his hands. He really didn’t want to talk about this, least of all with Hanzo. Even if they now were in Hanzo’s private quarters and no one else would hear them.

“I was sheltered,” Kuai explained with a whine, really wanting this torture to end. “In his defence he had my best interests in mind.”

“I can imagine the Lin Kuei’s education on such things was lacking,” Hanzo agreed, and Kuai had to stop from laughing bitterly. Lacking was an understatement, non-existent was more like it. “He did go over things like consent as well, didn’t he?”

“Yes,” Kuai said in a high pitched and exasperated tone. “He went over that quite throughly actually.”

“Good, good.” Hanzo nodded and sat down opposite Kuai. “Are you okay? You’ve seemed distant since this morning, and I don’t think the reason is related to Johnny’s teaching methods.”

Kuai paused, he hadn’t realised that he’d been acting different, he’d tried to not let on how turbulent his thoughts were. He knew this was his chance to ask Hanzo about his soulmate tattoo, yet somehow those words just wouldn’t come out. He wasn’t sure which of the two possible answers scared him more.

“Kuai Liang,” Hanzo softly prompted, and Kuai realised it was the first time he’d ever heard Hanzo refer to him by his real name. Seconds later, it was accompanied by Hanzo reaching over and placing his hand over Kuai’s. “Whatever is bothering you, you do not need to deal with it alone.”

His understanding and kind tone was not helping Kuai’s internal struggle. Would he be the same if he knew the truth? Or was all this a way to get Kuai to lower his walls before he struck? No. Hanzo won’t hurt me. He had to remind himself that Hanzo was not the monster the Lin Kuei painted him to be. He had proven repeatedly that he wasn’t. So why did those words stick with him so much?

“I have just been thinking a lot about my soulmate tattoo lately,” Kuai admitted, not sure how to continue the conversation.

Hanzo softly sighed, “I see.” He pulled his hand back, and it took everything in Kuai to not just beg Hanzo to put it back. “Is it the mark itself that perplexes you or the person who’s name is on your wrist?”

Kuai tried to study Hanzo’s face, looking for clues of if he knew that it was his name that was causing the problems. His face was impassive as ever though, Johnny called it a resting bitch face. It was always so hard to tell how much he knew or what he was thinking about the situation at hand, now so more than ever.

“If I am honest, it is both.” Maybe he could wrap his enquires about Hanzo’s tattoo by questioning how they work. “I’ve had mine since I was young, but, I have reason to believe that the person on my wrist doesn’t have my name on his. Is that normal?”

“Why do you think he doesn’t have your name on his wrist?” Hanzo asked, his face remaining impassive, but his voice had an edge to it that made Kuai pause. He knows. He knows it’s him, shit I said too much?

“We have known each other for some time and he has never mentioned it.” Kuai was trying so hard to keep eye contact with Hanzo, but he hated every second of it.

“Have you told him?” Hanzo asked, and despite Kuai’s best efforts he winced at the question.

“No. Because he has never brought it up, I am afraid of what he’ll say,” Kuai admitted, finally giving in to his urge to look anywhere except Hanzo by looking at the floor instead. “I can’t tell how he’ll react, and like I said, I’m not even sure if I’m his soulmate, even if he’s mine.”

“If his name is on your wrist, yours is on his,” Hanzo sagely told him. “What is his name? Maybe I can help you.”

It’s you, you moron!

Kuai felt his brain ordering him to just tell Hanzo, to let him know that it was his stupid name on Kuai’s stupid wrist. Yet that just would not make it’s way to Kuai’s voice. It would be so easy to just lift his sleeve slightly and show him the name, yet he couldn’t even bring himself to do that. How did I become this pathetic?

“W-What about your tattoo?” Kuai suddenly managed to completely deflect. “I mean, I assume that Harumi’s name is on your wrist.”

“It was,” Hanzo confirmed quietly, and Kuai couldn’t help but notice the deliberate use of past tense. He finally looked back up in time for Hanzo to say, “her name faded and disappeared some time ago, however.”

He said nothing more on the subject. Nothing about if he’d gained a new tattoo, nothing that even so much as hinted he knew he was Kuai’s soulmate. He knew it. Hanzo didn’t have his name on his wrist.

How fucking cruel was the universe to give him a soulmate who would never love him back?

“I see,” Kuai choked out, trying desperately not to just burst into tears in front of Hanzo. If he already didn’t look completely pathetic, he would if he just started bawling. “Thank you, this has been helpful.”

“Kuai Liang-“

“Please excuse me, I need to get some fresh air,” Kuai managed to force out as he all but jumped to his feet, and made for the door.

“Kuai Liang!”

He didn’t look back as he half jogged down the corridor. He needed to get out of here before he completely lost control of himself. He heard Hanzo calling after him a couple more times, until Kuai made it to the outside world and make a break for the trees.

Once he was far enough and could no longer hear Hanzo calling for him, he lent back against a tree. Slowly his legs gave out and he slid down to the floor. Hot tears rolled down his cheeks, as he failed to contain the floodgates as began to sob uncontrollably.

Why was he reacting like this? He already thought this was the answer. He was a warrior who had been through hell and back, so why was he crying like a spoilt child who hadn’t gotten his way?

Why did this hurt so much?

He didn’t know, he just placed his head on his knees, trying to mute his own cries.

----------------------------------------------------

Kuai carefully walked on top of the wall, placing one foot in front of the other. The walls along the edges of the Fire Gardens were far more sturdy than the ones around the Lin Kuei temple, more lovingly cared for and kept rather than being allowed to crumble to rubble. It made it easier to traverse, but it wasn’t quite as fun as the challenge of jumping over gaps in the walls.

Still, it was enough to just help empty his head. If he was concentrating on keeping his balance, he wasn’t thinking about his heartbreak.

From the distance, he heard crunching leaves and footsteps approaching him. He looked up to see Hanzo making his way through the trees. He stood still on the wall, watching apprehensively as Hanzo walked over to him.

“Kuai Liang,” Hanzo greeted, keeping his voice low. They were far enough away that they wouldn’t interrupt any sleeping Shirai Ryu, so he wasn’t entirely sure why Hanzo was speaking so quietly. “I have been looking for you. My guard’s said they saw you around the perimeter, and were concerned for your well being.”

“I’m fine,” Kuai assured, turning his attention back to traversing the wall. “When I was a child, I used to sneak out at night and walk on top on the wall around the temple. Now I just use it as a way to clear my head.”

Hanzo made an affirmative sound, and Kuai realised he had begun walking alongside him, although on the floor rather than the wall.

“I am sorry if I said something earlier that upset you,” Hanzo continued. His eyes were trained out Kuai, almost looking like he was waiting to catch Kuai if he fell. “It was not my intention to do so.”

“You didn’t upset me,” Kuai lied. He knew he was lying, no doubt Hanzo knew he was lying. He couldn’t admit that he was however, because it would lead to having to explain why Hanzo’s words had hurt him. “I just have a lot on my mind.”

“About your soulmate?” Hanzo questioned, and Kuai nodded. “Maybe I am just old and ignorant, but, why can you not just talk to them?”

Kuai stopped on the wall. He’d never really talked about his treatment within the Lin Kuei with anyone other than Johnny. Everyone knew he was sheltered, and it had left him being very socially awkward, but they didn’t really know the extent of it.

“Hanzo,” Kuai started, the name feeling odd and foreign coming from his mouth. Given Hanzo had been calling him by his first name however, he figured that meant it was okay for him to do the same. “You know how I’ve always said that I was sheltered?”

“You have, yes,” Hanzo agreed.

“That actually rather downplays how I was treated,” Kuai admitted, looking towards his feet and starting to walk again. “I was almost completely isolated. I wasn’t allowed to interact with the majority of people within the clan, most of the time, I wasn’t even allowed outside of my room, let alone the temple. The only person I was ever supposed to really interact with were the elders, my Grandfather and Bi-Han.”

“What?” Hanzo hissed in a horrified tone. “You mean, you were basically a prisoner with them?”

“In a way I guess.” Kuai had never really thought about it like that. But aside from when he’d sneak out, when had he ever been able to see the wider world? The very first time he’d left was to attend the Mortal Kombat tournament in Outworld and avenge his brother, and even then he was never supposed to have done that.

“Why would they do that?” Hanzo questioned. Another glance at his face, and finally that impassive mask had cracked, and his eyes were wide and his teeth bared.

“My soulmate. They recognised his surname, and knew he was an enemy of the clan.” Kuai reached to rub at his wrist. Sometimes he cursed this damned mark. He was sure his life wouldn’t be that much better if he didn’t have it, but he might not have been separated from everyone. “In an attempt to stop me from ever meeting him, they decided to hide me away from the world.”

“That… Is awful,” Hanzo whispered in disbelief, tints of anger coming through as well. “I mean, don’t take this the wrong way, it explains a lot, but it just makes it even worse.”

“The stuff with me not knowing what to do about my soulmate and having to have the sex talk with Johnny?” Kuai questioned and Hanzo gave a affirmative grunt. “I think they also disliked the fact the name was masculine, so they didn’t want me finding out about sex.” Hanzo gave him a questioning look. “Some of the elder’s used to call me names, that I am loathe to repeat. I used to hate them calling me them, but I didn’t understand why until I asked Johnny about them, and he told me they were derogatory terms for homosexuals.”

Hanzo inhaled sharply, “so they isolated you, and then shamed you for simply being yourself?”

“Yes, pretty much.” Kuai rubbed the back of his neck. “I know now that there is nothing wrong with being homosexual, but sometimes those words and that fear of judgement and hatred comes back to me.”

“What about Tomas? You were friends with him weren’t you?”

“Yes, but we were not suppose to be.” There was a leaf on the wall, that Kuai gently kicked off. “Both he and Cyrax used to sneak into my room to help me. They were the only contact I had with anyone within the walls. I think Bi-Han asked it from them, to stop me from being completely shut off.”

“I would ask why you never tried to run away, but I know what the Lin Kuei did to deserters.” It was well known that no one left the Lin Kuei alive back then. Kuai had no chance of ever escaping, because even if he did, his unfamiliarity with the wider world made it difficult. He only made it to Outworld with Tomas’ help. “Did you ever think about running to try and find your soulmate.”

“I was scared of him,” Kuai admitted, quickly looking to see Hanzo’s reaction. It was blink and you miss it, but Hanzo recoiled, like that hurt him personally to know. It made Kuai reconsider once more if Hanzo knew or not. “Everyone I ever interacted with told me that if we ever met, that he’d hurt me, and I had no choice but to believe them.”

“Do you still believe that?”

Hanzo sounded desperate, like he was scared of the answer to that question himself.

Do you know? Do you know it’s your name written on my body?

He kept looking Hanzo in the eye as he sadly admitted, “I don’t know.”

There was a cold and awkward silence, and now Hanzo looked like he was going to be the one to cry. Kuai wanted to comfort him, but he didn’t know what he was sad about. That Kuai could be afraid of his soulmate or that Kuai was still afraid of him?

“Maybe, we should call it a night,” Hanzo finally stated, before holding his hand out to Kuai Liang. “It’s late, and you look like you need sleep.” Kuai nodded, although he hesitated about taking Hanzo’s hand. He closed his eyes and took the chance, letting Hanzo help him off the wall. “Thank you for trusting me with your past. While I wish none of that ever happened to you, I am honoured that you feel safe enough to have shared it with me.”

“Thank you for listening,” Kuai replied, smiling softly. Despite the lingering fear, and the voice in his head that sounded like Bi-Han screaming at him to run, he really had felt safe enough to talk about these things with Hanzo.

As they made their way back to the main cabins, Kuai wondered if maybe it would be safe to confess the truth after all.

----------------------------------------------------

It was amazing how much better you could feel after a good sleep.

The late night walk along the wall and getting so much of his past and fears off his chest helped Kuai fall asleep fairly quickly. He was thankful for that, as it meant he now had a lot clearer head facing the issue still at hand.

He had joined Hanzo for breakfast, where he hadn’t mentioned their encounter last night, but it was clear it was still also on his mind. The small talk had lead to them deciding to do some light stretches, just to keep them both on their toes should an emergency happened.

Hanzo’s stretches were a little different than Kuai’s, not having the flexibility Kuai did, so when he brought a leg up it stopped around his hip. Kuai’s leg on the other hand, went up and beyond, until it was perpendicular with his body. He didn’t think anything of it until he heard Hanzo make a strange gasping sound. A glance over revealed him looking rather flustered.

“Is something wrong?” Kuai asked, wrapping an arm around his calf to really help stretch the muscles of his leg.

“I- uh- Had no idea you were quite that flexible,” Hanzo admitted, his eyes locked on Kuai’s leg like it had unlocked some deep secret within himself. “That’s quite impressive.”

“Well, there’s not really much need to lift my leg this high on the battlefield.” He had a few high kicks in his arsenal, but they were quick and often people missed it. “And we’ve never trained together like this before.”

“I suppose that is true,” Hanzo agreed. Kuai kept his leg up, feeling strangely flattered from the way Hanzo’s eyes were trained solely on him. “How do you even go about learning how to do that?”

“I had a lot of time where I was left completely alone, had to find a way to entertain myself somehow,” Kuai admitted, finally letting his leg down. No point showing off. “Discovered I was naturally kind of flexible, so just kept pushing myself bit by bit until I could get it all the way up.”

Hanzo hummed, looking strangely disappointed that Kuai was no longer doing it. “So are both legs that flexible?”

“Yes.” To prove the point, Kuai repeated the action with his other leg. He did briefly wonder if Hanzo was just trying to prompt him to do it again. He did seem to enjoy it a little too much the first time.

Unfortunately he’d been a little less careful this second time around, and for the first time in years, he felt himself wobble and lose his balance. Even as he let his leg down to try and regain control, he began to fall. He put his arms in front like that would shield him. Only instead of falling flat on his face, he found himself cushioned by something soft.

It took him a little too long to realise said soft thing was Hanzo’s chest, and the other man had in fact caught him.

Hanzo was warm, and his arms were wrapped around Kuai’s torso like if he let go, Kuai would just keep falling. It was the most physical contact Kuai had in years, or at least gentle contact outside of the battlefield. He felt himself begin to shake, overwhelmed by just how cozy it felt to be held by Hanzo like this.

“Are you okay?” Hanzo asked, and Kuai looked up enough to see the way Hanzo gazed down at him. Soft and gentle. All Kuai could do was make a soft whining sound. Hanzo chuckled and said. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Kuai didn’t want to move, this entire situation was incredibly embarrassing but just having Hanzo hold him like this was so very nice. He was surprised that Hanzo hadn’t tried to pull away himself yet, or otherwise push him away. Instead he felt Hanzo run a hand down his spine, and it only made him shudder harder.

“Kuai Liang, have you- have you never been hugged before?” Hanzo asked in a serious tone as he very slightly readjusted their positions so Kuai was standing slightly straighter.

“My brother used to,” he admitted, letting Hanzo guide his head to rest on his shoulder. How had this situation gotten even more intimate with that action he has no idea. “But that was when I was very little.”

Something about that made Hanzo’s grip tighten ever so slightly. Kuai had a feeling it was to try and still the tremors a little, and indeed the longer they stood like this, the less all consuming Kuai began to find it. He was still shaking, but not as bad as it had been. Kuai was so glad no one was around to see him being so weak.

He tried to stifle the whimper when Hanzo finally moved back. Kuai wanted so badly to follow his body, but his brain wouldn’t let him. Hanzo didn’t take his hands off, though one did come to rest against Kuai’s cheek. Without thinking of what he was doing, he nuzzled into the touch. Realisation hit him like a ton of bricks, and his wide eyes looked over at Hanzo with horror. Hanzo on the other hand, was just smiling softly like he was pleased that Kuai had done that.

“You know, there is something I’ve been meaning to show you,” Hanzo claimed softly, and Kuai’s brain went into overdrive of what it could be. “Come with me.”

He didn’t really get to compute the order before Hanzo was taking him by the hand and guiding him along to their new destination.

----------------------------------------------------

Whatever Kuai was expecting Hanzo to show him, it certainly wasn’t an entire bathhouse.

Kuai knew that they were a normal thing in Japan, but for some reason he hadn’t expected there to be one within the Fire Gardens. There were natural hot springs around somewhere, Hanzo had already told him about those, but an actual bathhouse?

“I had it built because the hot springs are off limits for the majority of the clan as their temperature can’t be regulated,” Hanzo explained as he began to strip off his clothes in the changing rooms. Kuai knew to follow suit, but trying to remove his belt while his hands were shaking was so much was harder than you’d think. “It gives my students somewhere to relax and bond.”

Kuai hummed in agreement, although internally he was wondering why his stupid belt buckle was suddenly the most complicated piece of kit he’d ever worked with. He felt Hanzo’s hand touch his shoulder and he jumped and looked at him.

“Relax, I have requested that no one else be let in. It will just be us.” If he was being completely honest, Kuai wasn’t sure if that made it better or worse.

Still he steadied himself and finally managed to undo his belt. Happy that Kuai was okay, Hanzo let go and continued to remove his own clothes. The second Kuai removed his underwear he grabbed the towel and wrapped it around his waist. He glanced over at Hanzo to see he was also in a towel. Kuai looked down at himself, and realised that like this, his soulmate tattoo was on full display. He awkwardly put his arm behind his back to try and hide it.

He followed Hanzo through into the main baths. It was roomy, and really nicely decorated, and Kuai had to admit he could definitely see how this would be a beneficial addition to the Fire Gardens.

He did feel himself falter when Hanzo removed his towel and began to enter the water. Kuai took a deep breath, let his own towel fall away and entered the water as quickly as he could. He knew this was normal to Hanzo, but Kuai hadn’t been naked around anyone else since he was a child. Part of the reason he liked to walk around shirtless was because suddenly he had nothing restricting him from doing so, but this was a step he hadn’t really made it to yet.

Hanzo settled down in the water, and Kuai awkwardly sat next to him. He tried to ignore the steam rising off him, but it was very noticeable. Hanzo was smiling at him, looking rather amused by it all.

“Sorry,” Kuai said feeling ashamed.

“Don’t be, it’s cute.”

Ah. Cute? Kuai didn’t think anyone had ever described him as cute before. He laughed nervously, worried that his awkwardness was off putting but Hanzo didn’t look phased at all.

Kuai decided it was best if he just tried to relax, leaning back against the edge of the pool and trying to concentrate on how nice the warmth felt on his muscles. Next to him, Hanzo also relaxed, although a lot more splayed out that Kuai was. It actually made Kuai realise he wasn’t relaxed at all and despite leaning back he was still completely rigid.

Kuai glanced over to Hanzo. His eyes were closed, and the smile on his face was one of pure bliss. It was actually nice to see the normally strict Shirai Ryu Grandmaster so at peace. Given the things he had been through, he deserved these moments of respite.

Kuai’s eyes trailed along Hanzo’s arm, although his gaze stopped on his wrist. His left wrist had black text scrawled on in the inside. A soulmate tattoo! So, if Harumi’s name faded, he really did get a new one? Kuai felt hurt that Hanzo hadn’t told him that bit, but maybe he was a hypocrite when he wouldn’t even tell Hanzo about his own.

He squinted, trying to see if he could read the name.

And there, plain as day, was “Song Kuai Liang”.

He looked away quickly, so fast that the water splashed around him. He put his hands over his mouth, and tried so hard to not hyperventilate. Why was his body reacting like this? Practically driving him to a panic attack. Wasn’t this what he wanted?

“Kuai Liang, are you okay?” Hanzo suddenly asked, and Kuai yet again felt a hand on his shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

This was it. The moment of truth, and yet Kuai could not bring himself to say it.

He just about managed to squeak out the words “your tattoo.”

“Ah,” he heard Hanzo softly say.

That hand on Kuai’s shoulder moved down, looping the arm around Kuai’s waist. He once again resisted the urge to lean into Hanzo’s touch. Hanzo’s free hand reached for Kuai’s left hand, gently pulling it down, and turning it so he could read the name written there. When he saw his own name, Hanzo sighed, and gently pulled Kuai closer.

“I’m sorry,” Kuai whispered, feeling devastated that everything came out in such a cowardly way. “I didn’t know how to tell you.”

“You did nothing wrong, and I’m sorry.” Hanzo rested his forehead against the side of Kuai’s head. “When your name came up on my wrist, it was while we were still fighting. I did not want to believe it then. But you reached out to me, and helped me to heal, even when you didn’t need to. I always thought you were going to bring the soulmate thing up at some point, I figured since you were the one who made that first step to mend our relationship, that you would be the one to make the first move.” Hanzo’s thumb traced the letters on Kuai’s wrist. “It wasn’t until our talk yesterday, that I truly realised why that wouldn’t happen. If I had known all that, I would have said something a long time ago.”

“It’s not your fault, I shouldn’t have been such a coward.”

“You aren’t a coward,” Hanzo assured him. “You are the bravest man I know. This was a sorry situation, but in a way, a part of me is glad things happened like this.” Kuai frowned, unsure how this situation could in anyway be good. Soon he found Hanzo’s hand on his chin tilting his head until they were face to face. “I got to know you first, rather than rushing in because of destiny.” Hanzo lent in closer. “I got to see the beautiful man you are, and I got to fall in love with you because you’re you, not because a name on my wrist told me to.”

Kuai’s heart was racing as he took in what Hanzo had just said. I got to fall in love with you. He wanted to cry, after so many years fearing that he could never be loved, here was Hanzo, baring his heart, and admitting to loving him.

Kuai lent forward, pressing his lips against Hanzo’s. He knew there was more to kissing that just this but he didn’t know what it was. He just knew in that moment, he had the overwhelming urge to do it. He finally pulled away, realising he may haver overstepped a boundary somewhere along the lines. However, the way Hanzo was looking at Kuai, like he was something to be in awe of, it let Kuai know he had done nothing wrong.

“The Lin Kuei treated you so terribly because of me,” Hanzo said in a regretful tone. “Please, allow me to make up for all those years you were neglected.”

Kuai nodded enthusiastically, before letting Hanzo kiss him once more. He twisted his body to be more comfortable, fully facing Hanzo. Hanzo’s hands never left his body, as they trailed up and down, feeling every curve, every muscle and every scar on his body. It was amazing how tender those hands could be, even after a lifetime of battle. Kuai never wanted this touch to stop.

Hanzo pulled away from the kiss, only to dip low enough to press him lips against Kuai’s neck. Kuai’s breathing hitched. He wasn’t sure what to do with his own hands, except to wrap his arms around Hanzo’s shoulders. In this position, Hanzo was able to lift him up and out of the water, placing him on the edge of the bath.

It was around then that Hanzo’s hand trailed up the inside of Kuai’s thigh, clearly aiming for somewhere far more intimate.

“May I?” Hanzo asked, his hand hovered just below, not wanting to continue without Kuai’s express permission.

“Yes, please,” Kuai gasped, finally realising how hard he had gotten. He’d had this reaction to things before, but never quite this intense. He wasn’t quite sure what Hanzo would do, but as long as those hands stayed on him, he could do whatever he wanted and Kuai would lie back and accept it.

He whimpered when Hanzo’s hand wrapped around his cock. He began to caress it, careful not to put too much pressure. He was firm but delicate, his movements slow and purposeful. It felt so much better than any time Kuai tried to relieve himself. Hanzo just seemed to know exactly what to do to send shockwaves up Kuai’s body, leaving him trembling.

“It’s okay, don’t hold back,” Hanzo encouraged, Kuai hadn’t been aware he was holding back. Until Hanzo twisted his hand and Kuai let out a very loud moan. Kuai bucked his hips upward, and Hanzo softly chuckled at his sudden eagerness. “What else do you need?”

Kuai wasn’t sure. He realised he could be selfish in this moment, just request Hanzo to lavish him in adoration, but he didn’t feel right doing that. When he looked down, he saw that Hanzo was as erect as Kuai was. He knew what he wanted then.

“Can I- Ah-“ He wasn’t sure how to word his request. “Touch you too?”

He very briefly winced at the request, realising he was already touching Hanzo with his hands still around his neck. Thankfully it seemed Hanzo understood what he meant, as he reached for one of Kuai’s hands, and helped guide it down to his own cock. He closed Kuai’s hand around it, and begun to stroke up and down, showing Kuai the technique.

Kuai had not been the fastest learner as a child, but with age he began to realise that was more poor teaching than anything he himself did. Case and point, Hanzo didn’t have to guide him through it long before he let go and let Kuai go at it himself.

He lent forward to kiss Hanzo again, the other man welcoming his kiss. Kuai tried to not let himself get distracted and keep up his hand movements. He knew his efforts were appreciated when Hanzo moaned against his lips while thrusting into Kuai’s hand.

But Kuai could feel himself nearing a climax. With every stroke of Hanzo’s hand, he could feel himself starting to loose control. He wasn’t sure whether he should warn Hanzo, or if he should try to keep himself under control.

“It’s okay Kuai Liang,” Hanzo whispered against his lips. “Like I said, don’t hold back.”

It was like those words were a command he had to follow no matter what, because seconds later, he was cumming all over his own stomach. Even as he tried to chase the aftershocks by thrusting up into Hanzo’s hand, he tried to keep going with his own movements on Hanzo’s cock. It was when Kuai had nothing left to give that Hanzo also came, his cum also pooling over Kuai’s stomach, as well as his hand.

Hanzo kissed Kuai’s forehead and whispered “do you need anything else, my love?”

Kuai almost got hard again from just being referred to so sweetly.

“Just, hold me, please,” he begged, earning another kiss and Hanzo crawling up onto the edge to pull Kuai close to his chest.

“I will never let you go.”

Kuai practically purred. He couldn’t believe how foolish he’d been, to think Hanzo would reject or hurt him. With his head on Hanzo’s chest, he could hear his steady breath and heartbeat. For the first time in his life, he thought maybe the soulmate thing hadn’t been a curse after all.

“Jonathan is going to be so disappointed that we didn’t use a condom,” Kuai absentmindedly pointed out, loving the way he could feel Hanzo’s chest heave as he let out a rumbling laugh.

“I think he’ll let us get away with it this one time,” Hanzo assured him.

Kuai smiled and allowed himself to truly bask in the knowledge that Hanzo Hasashi loved him.

#subscorpweek #mortal kombat #subscorp #kuai liang #sub zero #hanzo hasashi #scorpion #🔥❄️subscorp week 2022

[mattscoquette]

“ 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞/𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 , 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝜗𝜚 “

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: popular!mean!matt x quiet!introverted!fem!oc

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: a story in which a quiet introverted girl attempts to befriend her popular neighbor

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cursing and arguing, matt is rlly mean in this chapter lol

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.8k

introduction 1 2 4 5 6

𝐚/𝐧: thank u all for 100 followers 😭😭 i’ve literally gained like 40+ followers since i started posting this series, i hope u all r liking it! i’ll be away this weekend and i go back to school next week so chapter 4 prob wont be out for a few days bc i still need to write more for it. but i hope u guy enjoy chapter 3!! if anyone would like to be added to the tag list just lmk! love u all <333

xoxo ₊˚⊹ ୨ৎ

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addilyn richardson,

had spent the past three days at the sturniolo’s house working on her project with matt. they had decided to build a marble run to show how gravity and kinetic energy work. over the course of the week, addilyn had continuously tried again and again to be nice to matt. her kind efforts were not reciprocated one bit. in fact, matt had seemingly grown meaner and meaner each day she was over.

it was currently wednesday, and addilyn was in the living room with chris watching a rerun episode of seinfeld that was playing on t.v. her and matt had gotten into an argument, again, over the project. they bickered about the most irrelevant things. addilyn hated it, she just wanted to make peace with matt. especially since chris and nick were so nice to her, she felt the least she could do was try to be civil with matt. this, however, was not the case. since monday, every session they had together was filled with dirty glances from the brunette boy and endless arguments between the two. today the disagreement was about who’s name was going first on the project sheet they had to complete.

“i don’t see why it’s a such a big deal to you, matt!” addilyn had argued.

in the few short days she’s been coming over to the sturniolo’s, she’s been breaking more and more out of her shell around the triplets. nick and chris brought addilyn out in a different way than matt did. nick and chris actually listened to her, and encouraged her to speak more about her interests. and addilyn loved talking with them. if you were lucky, the most you would get out of the poor girl was five sentences, seven max if she was having a good day. but all she did with chris and nick was talk. she thought they were both so funny and genuinely kind people. with matt however, all she had done with him was argue, seemingly making her more outspoken and confident than she was the first day she was at his house. she hated the confrontation, but she was slowly learning to speak up for herself more when she was around matt, because all he ever did was talk down to her. this was both a blessing and curse, because addilyn quickly learned how short her temper was when it came to the brunette boy.

“it is a big deal, addilyn,” matt yelled back at her. she hated the way he said her name. “it makes it look like you’re doing all the work if your name goes first.”

the girl shook her head in disbelief. “you hear yourself right now, right? do you realize how idiotic you sound?”

“besides,” addilyn continued, “who gives a fuck how it makes you look? everyone in our school already is infatuated by you, i’m sure everyone will like you even more if it makes you look like you got some nerd to do your science project for you!”

matt opened his mouth to fight back, but before he could get his words out, addilyn huffed.

“save it, matt.” she said, grabbing her phone and getting up from the table to walk into the living room, where chris was. she stormed out of the kitchen as matt watched her go in disbelief. disbelief from the fact the girl who would barely speak above a whisper just yelled at him, or the fact that she was kind of hot when she was mad.

“no offense, chris, but has matt always been this much of an asshole?” addilyn asked, grabbing a handful of potato chips from the party size bag that sat between her and the the youngest triplet.

chris just laughed, popping a chip in his mouth. “i mean, kinda. he thinks he’s tough shit and has a big ego, so sometimes he acts like he’s above everyone. no one other than me or nick ever really has tried to humble him.”

addilyn sighed, looking back at the t.v. “i’m happy you’re not like that.”

“i am too.” chris said.

she smiled back at chris as he watched the t.v. show. she was about to say something else to him when she noticed matt enter the living room, standing in the door frame. he still looked pissed off, but fuck, did he look good. his arms were crossed over the white t-shirt he wore from an old lacrosse tournament he and his brothers played in a few years back. black sweatpants clung loosely to his waist, and his hair was all tousled from constantly running his slender fingers through it as he and addilyn worked. his silver chain peaked slightly out of his shirt, sparkling along with the complementary silver earrings that dangled from his ears, making his blue eyes seem brighter. it was no wonder he was so popular, even if he was a dick. the boy breath taking, and addilyn could honestly attest to that. but only to herself, she’d never out loud admit the boy who had been making her week ten times worse got her all hot and bothered.

he motioned for addilyn to come over to him. still angry with him, she ignored his request and directed her attention back to the television. matt fumed in annoyance.

“addilyn come here.” he told her.

“no.”

“god, you’re just- you’re so annoying, do you know that?” matt sputtered, stomping across the living room like a spoiled kid who didn’t get his way, and up the stairs into his bedroom. both addilyn and chris heard him slam his door. they giggled slightly at his childish mannerisms and continued watching their show.

*₊˚ 𓂃✧

addilyn ended up going home soon after matt went upstairs. she didn’t mind, though, she was fed up with his attitude anyway. the last few days they’ve been working together, she’d spend a minimum of two hours working with matt, and she felt it was already taking years of her life. the girl simply couldn’t understand how someone could be so rude all the time. every time she thought they were making progress and he was being nicer, he would mutter something along the lines of i can’t believe i’m actually letting you sit in my kitchen right now or just a plain you’re so annoying.

halfway through the second day, addilyn snapped back at him for the first time. she was exhausted from the school day, and she’d already spent an hour at matt’s making no progress at all. they were starting to get into it if they should do the project as a marble run or try to replicate newton’s cradle.

“we can’t do newton’s cradle, matt,” the girl told him softly, “that demonstrates the conservation of energy, we need to demonstrate the energy of an object when it is in motion. conservation is kind of different.”

“it’s all the same thing to me.” matt rolled his eyes. he wasn’t exactly einstein when it came to this kind of stuff.

“i’ll explain it to you again, so kinetic en-” she started, getting cut off by matt.

“addilyn i do not give a fuck,” he exclaimed, “you’re getting on my nerves, just do your half of the shit and i’ll do mine.”

“i’m getting on your nerves matt?” she spoke back to him, the loudest he’s ever heard the girl talk. his eyes went wide. “you’re getting on mine, too. you cant do your half of the shit if you don’t know what the fuck you’re doing!”

that shut him up for a good twenty minutes, until he opened his mouth to argue again why they should do newton’s cradle.

now she was in her room trying to work on some of the project, due to her time with matt getting cut short today. she laid all her notes out on the bed and sat there, phone in her hand, as she was texting nick and chris after leaving early.

from: addy richardson :)

to: neighborhood besties🏠👯‍♀️

i don’t get ur bothers issue

from: nicky🦩

to: neighborhood besties🏠👯‍♀️

sorry addy

i don’t either

from: chris👽

to: neighborhood besties🏠👯‍♀️

we should come over one day and hang out with just us three

no project work

from: nicky🦩

to: neighborhood besties🏠👯‍♀️

yessss

from: addy richardson :)

to: neighborhood besties🏠👯‍♀️

omg! that’d be so fun

i need a matt detox lol

from: chris👽

to: neighborhood besties🏠👯‍♀️

sick

we’ll come over tmr if thats cool

from: addy richardson :)

to: neighborhood besties🏠👯‍♀️

yay okay

i’ll let matt know we aren’t working tmr

from: addilyn (science project)

to: matt sturniolo

your brothers are coming to my house tomorrow, so we can’t work on our project

i’ll be back friday tho

i’ll see you in class tomorrow!

read 4:23 p.m.

*₊˚ 𓂃✧

it was the next day, and nick and addilyn were currently in their shared art class. their regular teacher wasn’t in today, so they had a substitute, and were instructed to occupy themselves by having a “catch up day.” although technically they both had something to work on, the duo opted to play hangman on the backside of addilyn’s sketchbook.

“what do you wanna do when we come over later?” nick asked, drawing an arm on the man. addilyn had only guessed one letter correctly - t - and she was doing horrible. she had one arm left to be drawn before the game ended. nick kindly offered to give the man a face, too, so addilyn had more of a chance.

“i’m not sure,” addilyn admitted, “i usually don’t have people hanging out with me a lot.”

“i would say we can go shopping or something, but i don’t have my license, and neither does chris.” nick laughed.

“it’s okay, i don’t either.” addilyn assured him. “is there a u?”

“nope!” nick told her, popping the “p” sound, drawing another limb.

art was the last class of the day, so the two chatted and continued their game of hang man (addilyn lost, the phrase was i love art class) until the bell rang, dismissing them for the remainder of the afternoon. the two of them met up with chris at his locker, and they made their way out of the school.

the three of them took the bus together, matt refusing to drive them home since addilyn was with them. he’d been ignoring her the entire day since their argument yesterday. not like he payed much attention to her on a normal day, anyway. but he had been typically giving her a small nod of acknowledgment when nick and chris said hi to her as she left the house in the morning, crossing paths briefly with the sturniolo’s. matt kept his word to addilyn and only drove her to school the one morning. when nick asked her tuesday afternoon in art why she didn’t come over to get a ride, he was fuming.

“i’ll talk with matt,” he promised the girl.

“nick, really, i don’t care.”

“it shouldn’t be a big deal, your house is ten yards away from mine. he can drive you.” nick pointed out.

matt being matt, immediately shut down nicks plea after their drive home that day. he told his brother there wasn’t enough room for her in the van, “bullshit” nick argued, because their hockey bags took up too much room in the back and he “didn’t want nick to be cramped.” nick had sighed and walked away from matt, giving up. he took the bus the next morning with addilyn.

when the three of them got to the girl’s house, they all went up to addilyn’s room. “it isn’t much..” she said shyly, suddenly embarrassed of her lack of decor. granted, she did just move in, but she had no plans to add to her room at all. the most decorative thing in her room was a birthday card her aunt sent her in the mail that was laying on her vanity. other than that, all the furniture was plain, her bedsheets were a simple white, and the walls were bare.

“it’s okay! that just means there’s always room for more stuff.” chris told her.

addilyn laughed quietly as she sat down on her bed. “do you guys want to watch a movie or something?” the two boys both nodded. “okay, you can sit on the bed with me if you want. or i can sit on the floor or i-”

“stay on the bed addy, we’ll sit with you.” nick smiled at her. she scooted over as he and chris sat on the bed with her. she picked up her remote, scrolling through netflix to find something to occupy the three teenagers. addilyn settled on the breakfast club, falling into utter shock when both boys said they’d never seen it.

“how can you have never seen this? it’s a classic!” addilyn exclaimed.

*₊˚ 𓂃✧

a few hours went by, and the three of them ordered a pizza to satisfy their hunger.

“it’s just crazy to me that there’s three of you.” addilyn had said to nick. they were all sat on addilyn’s carpeted bedroom floor as they ate the pizza off of paper plates. there was soft music playing in the background to fill the silence that would fall between them when the conversations would lull.

“it’s so normal to me, though,” chris told the girl “i’ve never known anything other than it.”

“that’s true.” addilyn pointed out.

nick nodded in agreement with chris, taking a bite of pizza and washing it down with soda. “how’s your science project going, adds?”

the brunette girl sighed, shaking her head. “fine, i guess. i just don’t get why matt hates me so much, i try to be nice. but he gets on my nerves”

“he’s just like that,” nick admitted, “he’s always been kind of abrasive. makes him a good defenseman in hockey, though.”

“yeah,” addilyn replied, her voice beginning to trail off, “i like having you two there while we work, though. it balances everything out.”

“we love having you over, addy.” chris grinned at her, pizza sauce all over his face.

“chris, wipe your mouth please.” addilyn laughed, nick joining in with her too. the duo erupted into a fit of uncontrollable giggles as chris continuously tried to clean his face, and repedealty missing the same spot over and over again. he finally got the spot, giving addilyn a slight shove.

“you were no help at all,” he told her, still smiling widely. “what’re you up to on saturday?”

addilyn breathed deeply, trying to regain herself. “nothing, probably just reading alone in my room.”

why would you say it like that? you make yourself sound so lame in front of them sometimes, addilyn thought to herself. despite their personalities being so different from matt, chris and nick were still just as popular as he was. they always were invited to every party, always sitting at the most crowded lunch tables, and always said hi to by everyone in the hallways. the biggest “party” addilyn had been in attendance for was her cousin’s tenth birthday party at chuck e. cheese, where the entire fifth grade class got invited to.

“you’re always at home reading,” nick pointed out to her, “you should come to our hockey game.”

hockey game? addilyn didn’t know the first thing about hockey. her dad wasn’t a big sports guy, not liked she would have cared to watch it with him if he were. besides, the few friends addilyn did have wouldn’t want to go with her. the only people who knew what would be going on would be on the ice, and she would have to sit there alone. and matt, too. god, he would have an absolute hissy fit if addilyn showed up to his game. she could hear his voice now, why would you invite her?

she shook her head. “i- i’m not really sure…” addilyn whispered.

“pleeeaaase addy, it would be so fun.” chris exclaimed, looking intensely at her. “you would like it, i promise. you can sit with my parents and justin, they already know you.”

addilyn paused for a moment and thought. maybe she could enjoy herself. she hadn’t gone to a school sports game ever, this would be her first. what’s the worst that could happen? after all, it was just hockey. and chris was right, the triplet’s parents did know her. and they were so nice, too. everyone in that house was nice to her, except matt. if he didn’t look exactly like chris and nick, addilyn would have thought he was just some random kid they took in from the street.

“okay,” addilyn smiled, “i’ll be there.”

chris and nick both cheered in excitement, tackling addilyn in a hug and knocking her to the floor. she laughed hard as she hugged them back, promising to be there front and center at 2:30 p.m. when the game started. as much as she loved her alone time, addilyn was really beginning to enjoy making new friends.

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[lordsireno]

Rufus but I do my best style impression with accurate colour picking

VS

Rufus in my usual style with me wildly picking colours

#Deponia #Rufus #deponia rufus #monkeydraws #*Draws Rufus* Nice. *Draws Rufus- #I'll be stopped when I eventually burn out but for now I'm riding the high #Every day I write at least one word for Three Idiots and a Name #I haven't been like this since 'Being a Witch is hard work' and damn it feels good

[fitzs-trained-monkey]

Spectral Perception

Title: Spectral Perception

Word Count: 8,000+ (I kept it under five digits this time!)

Summary: You had a superpower. You could perceive and give form to non-corporeal matter. That is to say, you could see ghosts - okay, so just one ghost in particular and it's really not even cool because when you touch him he just gets ten times as annoying. || Kol Mikaelson x reader

Warnings: None that I can think of...

Prompt: "If you're gonna keep giving me crap comments, can you at least give me crap comments with purpose!?"

Requested by: @kyn-lyn-blog Thank you so much! This was surprisingly difficult to write but I think it turned out pretty good.

Here lies my Masterlist and if you want to request something from me, check out my Cot Kerfuffle! Enjoy the show!

I’m a burden, I know it

Annoying, needy, just a bit

But when I apologize

You just roll your eyes and you grin

How come you’re oh-so-kind to me?

Why waste time on me?

Darling, I don’t understand.

So sad you’ll never hear it

From my two lips but it’s true

So sad I can’t quite say it

But I can show it to you

It's too bad you may never know it

But I’m in love with you too.

- So Sad, Too Bad by Cassie (I wrote a song, don't steal it)

Lives are lived in stories. You could say on some authority that the stories of your life were a little bit stranger than most, but such is the burden of a necromancer. See, it all began the day after your 19th birthday. That was the day you had started seeing ghosts - just one ghost actually.

You had thought he was just some sort of late-term transfer student. He just showed up one day and sat at one of the empty seats, lounging about with his feet propped up on the desk as if he owned the place. It bothered you, but you ignored him. Then he started talking - or rather, you started hearing him and the guy never shut up. He always had some snide comment to toss out and it grated on your nerves like nothing else, yet your professor never addressed him. Then one day, he took it to the next level.

The class was in the middle of a test, it wasn’t a huge test but it was significant enough. Then along came that idiot.

“Well, my darlings, I’m bored out of my mind!” He announced, not even five minutes into the test. He got up and sauntered down to the very first seat on the first row and leaned down to peer at the student’s laptop. “Oh! So close,” He hissed. “ You forgot the negative sign on the three, if not for that you would have been right as rain.” Then he straightened up and moved on to the next student. “Ah, somebody found the cheat sheet, didn’t they? Congratulations-” He squinted to read the name written on the tag attached to the student’s backpack. “- Darell, you’re going to kill someone in the future because you were too lazy to do math.” Then he moved on to the third person in the row. You tried to ignore him this time but you couldn’t help glancing up when the annoying boy made a harsh choking noise and slid around the desk to crouch in front of the student. “Darling, honest question for you… how the hell did you make it past the second grade? I’ll admit I don’t know what the requirements are, but I am sure you don’t make them. You, poor child, are doomed!”

And this student he was talking to didn’t even glance up! He didn’t move or flinch or anything. It was as if no one could hear the annoying British boy except you. But if no one else was paying him any mind, then you wouldn’t either. The boy kept going around the room, making snide comments about every student’s work. You had to admit, annoying as he was, the boy wasn’t stupid - he seemed to know what he was talking about from what you heard between your aggressive attempts to ignore his existence. Eventually, he got around the room to you. Just like everyone else in the room, you pretended as if you couldn’t see him, and you thought you did a good job of it too. He leaned on your desk, so close you were practically leaning against his chest, and hummed what you had to admit was a beautiful tune, swaying back and forth while he reviewed your answers.

“Would you look at that, someone who might actually pass. It’s a bloody miracle!” He declared, not without his usual bitterly sarcastic tone, before moving on. You couldn’t help the triumphant smirk that drifted over your face.

After class that day, you packed up your things and followed the annoying boy out of the classroom. Physics was always your last class so you didn’t have anywhere else to be that afternoon. You tried to be subtle, following close enough to keep up with him but not too close to be suspicious. After a solid hour of walking through the streets of your home city, the boy found his way to the botanical gardens and you followed him in, albeit with confusion. With looks like his, you hadn’t taken him for the shy, botanical garden type - you weren’t blind! He may have been annoying, but he certainly wasn’t ugly, he could have had any girl he wanted - his whole vibe seemed to scream troublemaker, not flower-boy. When you found him again, he was sitting with his back against a cherry tree, just enjoying the quiet it seemed. You didn’t know his name, so you did the only thing you could.

You marched right up to him, put your hands on your hips, and cleared your throat.

“Gudsuntite,” He said, not even bothering to open his eyes.

You gave a tight smile and tried again. “Excuse me?”

“You are excused,” The boy muttered. You almost laughed… almost.

“What on earth is your problem?” You demanded. The boy seemed to tense up. He opened one eye… then the other… and then he sat up, wrapping his arms around his knees. You couldn’t help but notice how cute he looked when he did that. He glanced around briefly before staring up at you in confusion.

“Can you-” He cut himself off, hesitating. “Can you see me?” He asked, almost cautiously.

You frowned. “I know you’re trying to make me look dumb, but the only one who looks dumb is you. I’m not falling for that.”

“A-and you can hear me?” He actually had a really nice voice when he wasn’t being bitter and rude. The little almost-smile on his face was pretty adorable too.

“And you’re going to keep going with this?” You snarked back. The boy scrambled up from his seat on the grass, easily towering over you.

“I promise I’m not tricking you, darling. Please just humor me, what color are my eyes?” His little smile was growing bit by bit and you found it hard not to smile too.

You rolled your eyes. “Brown, okay? Your eyes are brown.”

The boy’s little smile broke into a full-on grin. “You can see me!” He laughed. “Já! Heilagt Hel! Þetta er besti dagur dauða míns! Þetta er ótrúlegt! Ég ætla að kasta upp! Bíddu, má ég kasta upp?” You weren’t sure what language he was speaking but judging by the way his voice quieted and his face scrunched up with confusion you guessed that the last bit was some sort of introspective question.

“Wait so, are you actually crazy or just a huge jerk?” You wondered, raising a brow. The boy shrugged.

“Little bit of both, I think,” He grinned, tilting his head. “Tell me, darling. Do you believe in ghosts?”

“No,” You responded immediately. “Of course not.”

The boy chuckled; it was a happy, friendly sound, yet it sent a chill down your spine. “Well that makes this a little awkward, now doesn’t it?” The look in his eyes wasn’t the one of some college boy pulling a prank. But you still refused to believe it.

“No, no.” You shook your head. “Ghosts aren’t real. They can’t be real!”

“You might want to think again,” He said.

“No, this is some kind of trick, a-and it isn’t funny,” You insisted. The boy threw his head back and laughed, it was more hysterical than anything.

“You know what isn’t funny?” He asked, striding over to a bed of roses not too far away. “This!” The boy tried to reach for one but his hand passed right through it; he waved his hand back and forth through the rose bush but his hand just flickered, distorting like a tv image with bad reception. “This is just bloody hilarious!” He got up and demonstratively brushed his hands off with a scowl. “Believe me now?”

You stood there, frozen with shock. “Who are you?” You demanded in a whisper.

The boy flashed you a devilish smirk. “Kol Mikaelson, original vampire, in the non-corporeal flesh.” He gave a flourishing bow. “Oh, and vampires are real too, along with witches and werewolves, and don’t even get me started on dopplegangers.”

You blinked, eyes wide. “You, sir, have been drinking Kool-aid. Mmhmm.”

“Oh definitely not.” He said softly. “I haven’t had anything to drink in months…” His voice trailed off and his gaze drifted to your throat. As you watched, his eyes seemed to fill with a blackness that crept from dark veins that spread across his cheeks like the strands of a spider’s web. His mouth twitched up in a smile, revealing two incisors sharp enough to tear flesh to shreds. You shrieked and stumbled back.

“Okay, okay, okay! I believe you! I believe you!” You cried. Your foot caught on a root and you tripped, landing on your back jarringly. In the blink of an eye, he was standing over you, tilting his head. You threw your arms up, ready to protect yourself, but no attack came. Instead, there was laughter, happy, gentle laughter. You blinked and refocused. The demonic features faded from the boy’s countenance and he grinned down at you in a way that was simply friendly, holding up his hands in a peaceful gesture.

“Relax, darling. I’m not going to eat you,” Kol assured.

“No?” You questioned.

‘No.” He shook his head and you let out a sigh of relief, letting your head fall back against the grass. “Not yet, anyway.”

Your eyes flew wide. “Woah, wait. What?”

“Kidding!” He quickly exclaimed. “I’m kidding!”

“How do I know that?” You eyed him skeptically.

“I’m a ghost, sweetheart. I couldn’t hurt you even if I wanted to,” Kol said.

“So you don’t want to hurt me?”

Kol blinked. “Of course not. You’re the first person I’ve been able to talk to in months,” He said. His voice was soft and gentle, like silk. He stepped closer, and you felt your resolve melting as he watched you with something tender in his eyes. “I wouldn’t trade you for the world.”

“Thanks… I guess.” You shook your head, still not sure how to feel about all this. “I came over here to tell you something.”

“Ah, yes!” He nodded happily. “And what was that?”

“How abhorrently annoying you are,” You deadpanned.

His face fell. “Oh… Well, that’s just too bad…” He said mournfully.

“Why?”

“I haven’t talked to a person in months, darling.” Kol grinned. “I am never leaving you alone!”

“Oh, good grief.” You rolled your eyes.

“Don’t be like that,” He scoffed, still smirking like a madman. “We’re going to be best friends!”

“Somehow I doubt that.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Not really, no.”

Kol just laughed in that carefree way you had already started liking. “I bet all the stars in the heavens that one day you’re going to like me, Y/N… It is Y/N, right?”

You shook your head and sighed. “It is and I don’t have to take that bet.”

“Why not?” He challenged. “Scared you’ll lose?”

“Oh, not at all,” You replied. “I just don’t think that having all the stars in the heavens will do me very much good as a broke college student. You can buy them online for twenty bucks.”

That was how you discovered that you could see the one singular ghost. As it turns out that was just half of what you could do. You learned about the rest a little bit later in an empty classroom.

The boy made good on his promise. Ever since that day in the botanical gardens, Kol had taken to following you around pretty much everywhere you went. At first, it was miserable, and it never stopped. Kol always had something snarky or inappropriate to say, which of course made you laugh at the worst of times. One such instance was what led you to uncover the entirety of your abilities.

You had a biology test, a big one, and Kol had taken to singing that infernal bottles of beer song. You had tried ignoring him, really. But there are just some things a person cannot ignore, one hundred and forty-eight bottles of beer on the wall for example. Technically it was two hundred forty-eight bottles of beer because he'd already counted down from one hundred and had started counting up after that. Needless to say, you were two-hundred and forty-eight bottles of done with that ghost boy.

You raised your hand. "Professor, I think I'm having a panic attack. May I be excused?" Your professor looked at you over the top of his glasses.

"History's empty." That was all he said. You nodded and promptly left the room. Kol, of course, followed just like you knew he would. You easily found your way to the history classroom and threw yourself into one of the seats, putting your head down.

"Good decision, darling. It was getting stuffy in there," Kol said, hopping atop one of the seats. You couldn’t believe he had the nerve to keep talking.

"Shut your mouth," You snapped, lifting your head.

"Why?"

"Because you're annoying."

"I can't help that I'm bored!" He defended lamely, throwing his hands in the air.

"But why do you have to bother me?" You demanded.

"Because you're fun to bother," He answered, smirking. “That’s what friends do!” You glared at him and put your head down again.

“We’re not friends,” You mumbled. “I don’t want friends.”

Kol’s smirk faded. If you hadn’t known who you were talking to, you might have said he looked concerned. “Why not?”

“Because friends are just an unnecessary responsibility,” You said sourly.

“Oh, I see how this is.” Kol pouted. "Are you mad at me?" That was all it took to set you off.

You rose from your seat and turned to look at Kol in his smug face. “What is wrong with you?”

“A great many things,” He replied with a cheeky smile. “Shall I make a list?”

"No!” You shouted. “Stop dodging the question, you always do this! You annoy me to death, and I want to know why! Why do you do this? You always make those stupid jokes, and it makes me look bad for laughing. Why do you do that? Are you that desperate for attention? Why not just talk to me when I'm not in school? Why do you have to be like this?!"

He shrugged. “Because I’m bored.”

“So what? I’m just some plaything to you - just entertainment?” You snarled.

“Yeah, pretty much,” He smirked, tilting his head.

You weren't sure why, but that hurt. “You’re a jerk, Kol.” You turned away and tugged at your hair, trying to keep yourself together.

“No, no. Darling, I didn’t mean that.” He was trying to backtrack but it wasn’t working. “I-I was just kidding.”

“Is that what you do?” You laughed humorlessly, letting a tear slip down your face. You were so sick of him. Everyone else left you alone, why wouldn’t he? “You just say whatever mean, hurtful, or disturbing crap you want and if it doesn’t work in your favor you say ‘I’m just kidding’?”

Kol blinked and bit his lip. “N-no, of course not. I just-”

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” You cried. “I was doing perfectly fine until you showed up!”

That wasn’t true, though. You hadn’t been fine. You had been lonely and unhappy and throwing yourself into schoolwork to distract yourself from that.

His response was quieter this time. “I just like seeing you smile.”

You blinked. Then you smacked him.

You smacked him because those words changed everything and nothing terrified you like change. Your world had been dreary and grey and then along came Kol and he was like a ray of sunshine. Looking at the hurt in his puppy-like eyes made you realize that maybe he wasn’t trying to be annoying, maybe he was just happy to have someone to talk to. Kol always tried to make you laugh but you’d never really wondered why until now. He was always saying things to make you smile, to let a little sunshine poke in from behind the clouds, and it made you wonder when you’d started hating the light.

"Uh… darling?" His voice made you want to throw something. Every time he called you darling it made you want to smile. You didn’t know how you should feel about him. He was cute but infuriating, thoughtful but arrogant. Kol was just so easy to like and maybe that was why you were so determined to hate him. He was just trying to be your friend, albeit in his own certainly unconventional way, but he was trying. You had just ignored him, written him off as a nuisance, and refused to see his efforts for what they were.

"Don't 'darling' me, Kol. I-" Only then did it dawn on you what exactly had just happened. “Wait a second… did I just?”

"You just slapped me,” Kol said, nodding slowly.

Your eyes went as wide as quarters. "Oh, geez, I’m so sorry. That was way out of character."

“Wait, what are you-” The boy made a face. "Really? That’s what you choose to focus on? Why is that-” He cut himself off with a shake of his head. “You know what? Never mind that! Darling, I’m a ghost," He pointed out. You blinked.

"You're a ghost," You repeated blankly.

"Yep…" He said, popping the ‘p’. His eyes were wide and his expression wrought with a mixture of shock, confusion, and amazement.

"And I just slapped you…" You looked down at your hands. You understood what that meant but your brain refused to grasp the concept.

"That you did." The corner of Kol’s lip twitched up, trying to restrain a smile.

“I shouldn’t be able to do that,” You said.

Kol’s lips parted into that adorable smile of his and now that you weren’t busy trying to hate it, you noticed that boy made laughter sound like a gift. “No. No, you should not.”

Your mouth fell open as your brain finally did its job. “Woah, no! Uh, uh! Nope! That ain't right!” You shook your head, taking deep breaths to try to calm yourself. Kol apparently found that hilarious. He was laughing and you were panicking. “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh… Y-you're dead. You're a ghost, you're not here! How did I touch you?" You stammered.

"I have no idea," He said, shrugging. He at least had the courtesy to try to stop laughing but he failed.

“THIS ISN’T FUNNY, YOU WACKO!” You shouted. He made a pinching motion.

“Just a little bit.”

You were trying not to hyperventilate but this was a little bit much. You grabbed the side of a desk and guided yourself to sit on the floor. Kol knelt down beside you. “So, not only can I see dead people but I can touch you too now? T-this isn’t normal! Kol, what’s happening to me?” You asked, feeling yourself begin to tremble.

“Hey! Hey, it’s alright. You’re okay,” He reassured you.

“No, I’m not!” You exclaimed. “Seeing dead people is not okay!”

“Not dead people, darling - just the one.” He corrected.

“Yeah, for now!” You huffed. “I’ve seen enough movies to know crap like this doesn’t stop small. And I don’t even know what this is!”

“Neither do I,” Kol admitted. “But if I had to make a guess, I’d say you’re probably some kind of psychic or perhaps a necromancy inclined witch and this is just your abilities beginning to manifest themselves.”

“You realize how none of what you just said is comforting, right?” You deadpanned.

He raised his hands defensively. “On the brighter side, maybe you’re not very powerful and this is as far as your abilities will take you.”

“What makes you think that?” You asked, skeptical.

Kol’s eyes darted to the side, you noticed he did that when he thought something was obvious. “Well, I’m not the only ghost in the area, darling.”

“Y-you’re not?”

“No.” He shook his head. “However, I am probably the most powerful in regards to latent magic, perhaps that’s why you see me and no one else.”

You snorted and raised a brow. “What makes you so special?”

Kol gasped, placing a hand over his heart mockingly. “You wound me, Y/N!”

You huffed a laugh. “I think you’ll live.” His smile made you blush.

“I’ll have you know that before I died, the first time that is, I was a very powerful witch,” He informed you.

“Oh, that’s cool.” You nodded.

“Yes, it is.”

“Did becoming a vampire take your magic away?” You wondered.

Kol smiled but the action was pained. “Yes, actually. It did.” You could tell that was a sore subject for him.

“That sucks.”

“It really does,” He said quietly.

“I’m sorry.” You just wanted him to know that. You weren’t quite sure why.

Kol looked up, blinking quickly a few times. “Oh… Um, t-thank you.” He watched you, searching your face for something. Perhaps he found it because a soft smile danced across his lips then.

“You’re welcome.” His eyes bored into yours and you could feel your cheeks heating up, so you looked away. It was silent between you for a moment. You knew there should be hundreds of frightening thoughts dashing through your head, but your mind was surprisingly calm.

“Y/N?” He spoke up.

"What?" You turned your gaze back to his face. For a powerful one thousand-year-old vampire, he seemed so young. You had never seen him look so vulnerable as he did at that moment. He wanted to ask you for something.

"Can you… can you do that again?" His voice was quiet and gentle, like silk. "Please?"

You tilted your head. "You want me to slap you?"

"No, no. Not that!" He shook his head, wearing that little smile you couldn't help but find adorable. Kol sighed, glancing away. "I just want - I want to touch you… Please? I-it's been so long…"

It must have been torture, you realized, not being able to feel anything for months. You knew by now that Kol wasn’t the type of person to exploit you, he was a gentleman in the traditional sense. So, you reached out, hesitantly this time, and laid a hand on his cheek. Kol's skin was cold - not icy, just not warm. His eyes fluttered closed and the boy leaned into your touch, smiling blissfully at the sensation.

“Your hand is warm,” Kol laughed. “I can feel that.” He grinned and reached up, placing his hand over yours and tangling your fingers together. He held your hand tight and turned his head, nudging your wrist with his nose. “I can smell you too.” He mumbled, pressing his lips to the inside of your wrist. “That’s wonderful.” You had seen the demonic features of his curse come out once before, but that did nothing to dull your fear when you watched the darkness creep across his face. You didn’t think he would hurt you but he seemed distracted…

“Uh, Kol?”

All you got was a faint hum in response. The dark veins didn’t go away and a second later you felt sharp teeth grazing your wrist. You ripped your hand from his grasp and pushed yourself away from him, heart beating wildly though for whatever reason you didn’t feel quite as scared as you should. Kol looked up, his cursed features fading as he opened his eyes and took in the fear written across your face.

He shook his head, blinking. “I-I won’t,” He said. Kol reached for your hand again, eyes full of longing. “Please?”

You bit your lip but nodded and held your hand out. He took it and you knew that his smile would be the end of you one day. Then Kol smirked and tugged you forward, wrapping his arms around you and burring his face in your neck. You flinched and expected to be uncomfortable, you just weren’t big on being touched, but oddly enough, the hug from Kol wasn’t that bad.

“Thank you,” He mumbled, holding you a little tighter. You couldn’t help but smile both at how adorable the supposed powerful one-thousand-year-old was acting and at the evil idea that popped into your skull.

“Don’t thank me yet,” You chuckled, rubbing his back. You figured he needed it. “If I’m gonna keep giving you hugs then you have to promise to stop bothering me while I’m in class.”

The boy groaned. “That’s not fair!”

“That’s the deal,” You declared. “Take it or leave it!”

“Fine,” He grumbled. Then he pulled away to look at your face. “But only because I like you.”

“That’s your mistake.” You shrugged. You didn’t really believe him seeing as you were his only option for company.

He just smiled. “I guess we’ll just have to see.” Then he lifted his hands to cradle your face, just watching you as if you were something special. “Close your eyes?” He breathed. It was a request but you did it anyway, seeing no harm. A moment later you felt him press a sweet kiss on your brow and in the next heartbeat, he brushed his lips over your eyes. Then when you opened them, Kol was gone.

From that moment on, you should have known you were in trouble.

Though it had been rocky at first, time passed and the two of you sort of molded around each other. He learned his way to being your best friend. It was kind of nice having someone to talk to anywhere you went, and Kol was always willing to chat because it’s boring being dead and he really had nothing else better to do… ever. You could get away with talking to him pretty much anywhere too, all you had to do was put your headphones on and pretend you were calling someone, it was that easy! Being friends with Kol was, in a word, easy. Once you got over the part of you that wanted to throttle him day in and day out, the two of you just clicked and it certainly didn’t hurt that he was the cutest boy you had ever seen.

The problem was, Kol didn’t just look cute - that you could handle - no, he also possessed the most adorable personality on the face of the planet. He was still grumpy about being dead, but he had been so long enough to count himself extraordinarily lucky that he had found you. For the first time in a long time, he wasn’t trying to be the sort of monster that haunts people’s dreams, he wasn’t trying to be someone he wasn’t. Around you, he could just be himself - he could just be the eighteen-year-old boy he’d been before he died the first time. You learned that Kol was really quite sweet when he wanted to be, and he was sweet without even trying. He listened even when you didn’t have anything real to say, and his advice was usually awful, but it always made you laugh and that was usually what you wanted anyway. Kol was the sort of person who smiles when he sees a dog and lights up when he gets the chance to explain something he’s passionate about. The sort of person who likes catching snowflakes on his tongue and sits through the extended editions of The Lord of The Rings with you. You’d showed him Star Wars and he’d freaked out when Luke found out Vader was his father. For a boy who’d died twice, Kol was quite full of life.

But he wasn’t alive. Kol was dead.

After a while, you started to feel guilty about how much you loved seeing your best friend smile. Sometimes your friendship with Kol felt wrong. Because over time you came to realize that you weren’t just friends. You couldn’t be, it was impossible. Because in the end, and you’d never liked the end of anything, that word - just - somehow always ends up meaning only. Now of all the people in this great big beautiful and awful world, Kol was one of those people who could never be only anything. In fact, you would say that only and just are the two things he never could be because, from the moment he’d entered your life, he’d been everywhere, a part of everything. You knew he always would be because the kind of friendship you two had wasn’t the ‘for now’ kind. It wasn’t the kind that goes away. It was one of those ‘written in the stars’ kinds, it was one of those ‘the atoms that make up our souls held hands when the worlds came to be’ kinds - it was chaotic and strange, and wonderful, and perfect. It felt like it was made to be something more.

You weren’t sure when it was exactly that you fell in love with him - it was more of a gradual process, you supposed, and entirely on accident - but you would never forget the moment you realized it. It was on a Saturday morning and he had finally beaten you in Mario Cart - the maniac insisted on using the wheel configuration, go figure - so naturally, he was smiling and teasing you about it. You had looked over to where he was sitting on your left and thought of the previous night when he’d sat up with you for hours humming a familiar tune you’d never heard while combing a hand through your hair because you couldn’t sleep. The thought had felt like a revelation: “Holy crap, I’m in love with this idiot.” And you knew it wasn’t the kind of love that goes away. You could have told him then, but you didn’t. Because Kol was dead, and you weren’t. And he wasn’t coming back and you would have to live your life eventually but it wouldn’t be with him. You had fallen in love with Kol because he was your best friend, and you kept the truth to yourself because it would only hurt him if he knew.

But life goes on, so you played pretend until the day you couldn’t keep your eyes closed anymore.

That day was a Thursday afternoon and it was raining. The sky was dark and it was pouring buckets, streetlamps were all on and there were puddles of water everywhere. You liked hearing the rain, so your windows were open while you sat inside at your desk working on your chemistry homework and singing along to AJR’s Normal as it played softly from your Bluetooth speaker. Kol sat on top of your desk precisely where you’d asked him a hundred times not to, holding your hand while he watched you with a smile that said he could be quite happy in that moment if only he were alive. He was content to just sit there and trace patterns along your arm and it didn’t bother you very much anymore. You’d come to learn that Kol was a very tactile person, he had the tendency to cling to you whenever you would let him both because he liked having a solid physical form and because he was severely touch-starved though he’d never admit it.

“Is it normal to stand here, and wish that I was back at home?

Is it normal to tell her I can't be normal anymore?

I don't know

So maybe I should go back home,” You sang quietly, swaying a little bit with the tune of the song.

“Your taste in music is awful, darling,” Kol teased, shaking his head woefully.

“No,” You countered. “You’re just ancient.”

“That point, although true, is completely irrelevant,” He claimed.

“Oh, really?” You weren’t really listening to him as this was not the first time the two of you had debated your music taste.

“Indeed. See, I can commend the artists of this century, the music of this day and age is brilliant… for the most part,” He said. “Yet you actively choose to listen to the ear scorching minority.”

“Your opinion has been noted,” You chuckled softly.

“It’s a shame, truely.”

“Thanks.”

“I genuinely feel sorry for you.”

You rolled your eyes and glanced up from your homework. “If you’re going to keep giving me crap comments, can you at least give me crap comments with a purpose?”

Kol smirked at you. “As you wish, darling.” He hopped off your desk and moved to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and resting his chin on your head. One of his hands fiddled with the necklace you wore and you knew he was looking over your homework. “Four and seven are wrong,” He said after a moment. You weren’t sure how a one-thousand-year-old Viking could be so good at chemistry, but he was practically a non-human human calculator. Apparently, math and magic are closely related.

“Really?” You groaned.

“You said be useful.” He grinned cheekily.

“I meant you should give me some inspiration.” You deadpanned.

“Alright, well how ‘bout this-” He let go of your necklace and took to rubbing your shoulders. You had never even asked him to, he just did stuff like that. “You need to take a break.”

“No, I don’t,” You scoffed. “What I need is to get this stupid assighnment done.”

“Done is not the same thing as done well,” Kol pointed out. “You’ve been at this for three and a half hours, your brain is fried, love.”

“No, it’s not! I’m fine,” You insisted.

“You need frozen custard,” He declared. You leaned your head back and raised a brow at him.

“I think you mean, you want frozen custard.”

“I assure you, my motives are entirely selfless.” He shot you an innocent grin.

“Yeah, right,” You snorted, rolling your eyes.

Kol gasped, fighting offense. “You doubt my honor, darling?”

“Routienly,” You deadpanned.

“That hurts.”

“Good.” You smirked. “I’m almost done.”

“You said that an hour and a half ago,” He complained.

“Really?” You glanced up at the clock on your bedside table. “Huh. Whaddia know…” You shrugged. “Well, you can’t go without me so you might as well be patient.”

“Oh, I don’t do patient,” He said, deviously. Kol stooped lower to nuzzle into your neck, nipping playfully at your throat. Though it made you blush like mad, you didn’t question it. You just figured it was a vampire self-comfort thing and you were completely and fully aware of how far you were reaching to grasp that conclusion but it was easier than thinking of the alternative.

“Too bad!” You sang. “Kiss my what?”

“Come now, there’s no need to be mean,” Kol sighed. “Just take a break.”

“I said wait and wait you shall.”

“Just think about it, Y/N, ” He continued. “Y/F/F custard. Tantalizingly creamy on the tongue, perfectly refreshing for a warm, humid day, and covered in rainbow sprinkles because you’re obnoxious.”

Seriously? He gave you a description like that and had the nerve to call you obnoxious? It did sound pretty good though…

“Fine!” You snapped, though you weren’t actually angry. “You win! You’re gonna have to wait outside while I grab my coat though. If my dad finds out I brought a boy into my room, I’ll be living in a tent from now on.”

Kol just shook his head and laughed. “As you wish, darling.” Then he kissed you on the cheek and disappeared. You shook your head as you felt warmth rise into your cheeks, you never should have shown him The Princess Bride. Butterflies attacked you from the inside and you couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face as you grabbed your umbrella and pulled on your rain boots. Rushing downstairs, you said goodbye to your dad and told him where you were going before throwing on your rain jacket and heading for the door. You paused with your hand on the doorknob and tried to wipe the cheesy smile off your face. Your case of the feelings was getting worse as time wore on but that still didn’t change the facts. Once you had your face under control, you stepped out the door.

Kol stood outside, waiting for you. It was still raining bathtubs but he remained untouched by the water seeing as it passed straight through him. You opened your umbrella before you got completely soaked and skipped down the steps to meet him. Big mistake. You slipped on the last step and fell forward, you probably would have broken something had Kol not been there to catch you.

“Watch that last step, it’s a doozy,” He joked, grinning down at you. Your faces were really close and you suddenly became hyper-aware of his hands on your waist.

“Thanks,” You said, chuckling awkwardly.

“Anytime.” He didn’t move, and you almost thought you imagined it when his eyes flicked down to your lips, but you knew you weren’t dreaming because you’d never been more awake. If you had been dreaming, you would have let the moment carry on as it wished but to do so in reality would only hurt more.

“Ready to go?” You asked, breaking whatever spell held the two of you in place.

“Of course.” He grasped your hand and took your umbrella from you and the two of you started down the street.

Your destination wasn’t too far to walk. Neilson’s Frozen Custard was a little shop on campus, the only one in the world, and the world was missing out because it had the best frozen custard mankind will ever know. Plus, the portion sizes were enormous so the place was just perfect all around. When you reached the window, you smiled at the elderly gentleman working there. His name was Bryce and owned the place actually, it was opened by his great grandfather back in 1915.

“Two large concretes please,” You requested, shoving the damp hair from your face.

“Can do, young lady,” He replied. “What flavor?”

“Cookies and Creme, if you would.” Kol muttered. You eyed him with a smirk.

“I wouldn’t,” You whispered back. You raised your voice again, addressing Bryce. “I’ll have Y/F/F and the fruit loop beside me will have Grasshopper. Extra rainbow sprinkles on both!”

“Comming right up, Miss. Y/N,” Bryce chuckled. Then he went about scooping up the frozen treat.

“That sounds disgusting,” Kol whined. “And I’m not a fruit loop. If anyone’s a fruit loop it’s that one kid - what’s his name? - Darell! He’s a fruit loop, I’m not a fruit loop.”

“Relax, darling,” You mocked. “It’s just a weird name for Mint Chocolate chip, ‘cause you need to expand your horizons past Cookies and Creame.”

He shrugged. “If it ain’t broke…”

“Also, you’re a fruit loop if I say you’re a fruit loop because I like fruit loops,” You declared. Kol just rolled his eyes and Bryce returned a moment later bearing two giant styrofoam cups which you and Kol accepted, paying for them first so you wouldn’t have to let go of your ghost’s hand.

The older gentleman then turned to Kol. “You better keep an eye on her, son. She’s one of the good ones.”

Kol glanced at you for a moment with a smile that was very happy and a little bit sad. You looked away, blushing and he turned back to Bryce. “Don’t I know it.” You avoided responding to that by not so cleverly shoving a spoonful of sugary goodness in your mouth.

“Thanks, Bryce! Have a great day!” You chirped with a mouth full of custard. You waved and he waved back before closing the window. You and Kol found a seat that was covered by the tiny shop’s awning and sat down, your intertwined hands resting on the tabletop as the rain fell all around you.

“Alright, I’ll admit it… that was pretty good,” Kol said, turning in his seat and tossing his empty cup at the trash can a few yards away. His aim was spectacular and he made it no problem.

“Told ya’,” You smirked, finishing off your last spoonful. He took your cup from you and tossed it out too.

“Ready to go?” He asked. You shook your head.

“I think I’m just gonna watch the rain for a bit,” You said, smiling softly. It really was beautiful and the whole world was calm.

Minutes passed in silence, with you watching the rain and Kol tracing patterns into your skin. It was nice. Then he spoke up and it hurt you when he did.

“If I told you that I loved you, would you believe me?” Kol’s voice was soft and hesitant and you knew he was watching your face for any reaction. So you were honest with him.

“Yeah, I would.” You could feel the tears begin to fall, you’d been on the verge of crying for a while now.

He seemed surprised. “Really? Why?”

“Because you won that stupid bet,” You choked out.

Kol blinked. “I did?”

His response made your lips twitch up in a smile even though you were hurting. Because that sweet boy tried to act confident, but you could see it on his face every time you asked to talk to him, most people only wanted him around to do things, not to be himself - he wasn’t used to being wanted, at least, not for anything more than his looks.

“Yeah, Koala,” You called him that because he clung to you like one - because he was relaxed and it was another thing you liked about him. “You did.”

“But that makes you sad…” He said, biting his lip. “Is it because twenty dollers per star means you owe me a few trillion wads of worthless paper?” And one more thing you’d grown to love about him, he always knew how to make you laugh.

You shook your head. “Nah, star vendors aren’t’ very reliable anyway.”

“So hard to find an honest businesses these days.” He shook his head woefully.

“Right,” You said. It was silent for a while and you could tell this was one of those times when Kol wished he was alive again.

“Why are you crying?” He could be gentle when he wanted to be.

“You weren’t supposed to say that,” You whispered.

“What do you mean?”

“You weren’t supposed to say you love me, I didn’t want you to,” You explained.

“You don’t have to say it back, I don’t expect that of you,” He said quickly. “I just wanted you to know.”

You shook your head, pursing your lips. “No! Please don’t say that, Kol. Please, I don’t want to hear it.”

“Why not?” He wondered.

“Because it just hurts,” You sniffed. “You’re the best friend I’ve ever had, Kol but you’re dead and I’m not. One day I’ll have to live my life, but it won’t be with you.”

He squeezed your hand and smiled. “Now, I understand I’m indescribably handsome and outrageously charming, but I can promise you that you won’t need me forever, darling. One day you’ll meet some bloke who is undoubtedly nowhere near good enough for you, but you’ll be completely swept off your feet, and you won’t need me anymore.”

“Well what if I don’t want to?” You muttered.

“What do you-” You cut him off.

“What if I don’t want anybody else? What if I fell in love with my best friend?” You cried, unable to stop the words from leaving your lips. “What do I do then?”

Kol froze and you knew you’d said too much. You shouldn’t have said it out loud, it was better left as it had been. But now the words were out and you couldn’t take them back.

“Y-you love… me?” He asked it as if he couldn’t possibly understand. As if the concept was so utterly foreign he could hardly get it off his tongue.

“I gotta say it was kinda an accident…” You tried to joke. He just stared at you blankly. “I mean, I was trying really hard to hate you but at some point you laughed and I think I blew it.”

“You love me?” He asked it again.

“Yeah, I do.” You nodded.

“But I-I have nothing to give you.” His words hurt your heart because you knew they came from his. You smiled at him.

“Kol, you’re an idiot and a dork and I don’t care if you can give me something because you already gave me a best friend. I love you because you’re everything I’ve ever wanted,” You sniffed, pushing your damp hair out of your face. “Only problem is, I can’t have you.”

“You’re right.” Kol nodded. “But I don’t want to worry about that.” Then he stood up and pulled you with him. “Dance with me?” He asked.

“There’s no music,” You pointed out.

He smiled. “There is if you listen.”

You strained your ears to listen past the rain and you heard it. The tiny speaker from the custard shop was playing Normal by AJR.

“See? My music taste is amazing,” You said, wiping the last of your tears away. Kol just laughed.

“You wish.” Then he dragged you out into the rain, wrapped his arms around your waist, and pulled you in close. You settled against his chest and he rested his chin on your head. It was like your bodies were made to fit together. You didn’t really care that you were getting soaked, it was worth it.

Is it normal to stand here and wish that I was back at home

Is it normal to tell her I can't be normal anymore?

I don't know

So maybe I should go back home.

“Kol?"

“Hmm?”

“You may be invisible to everybody else, but you’re everything to me.”

Kol pulled away from you and before you could blink, his lips were on yours. You were kissing a ghost and as ridiculous as that sounds you couldn’t really think about the technicalities because Kol was a fantastic kisser. He kissed you like you were home and he'd been away far too long. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back - it was all you could think to do and his soft lips tasted like mint. His grip around your waist tightened and you could feel him smile. When he pulled away, he didn’t go far, resting his forehead on yours.

“Do you trust me?” He whispered. You didn’t hesitate for a second.

“Yeah, why?”

“Because I have an idea.” Kol took a nervous breath. “But you may not like it very much.”

“What’s your idea?” You asked, peering up at him cautiously.

“Okay.”

That cursed blackness crept around the edges of his eyes again, but this time you couldn’t find it in you to be afraid. “Your blood,” He answered. He seemed ashamed for even suggesting it but the idea made sense, and you trusted him.

“Y-you don’t have to,” He said quickly.

"But did it work?" You asked, flinching a bit.

“I know.” You nodded. “But I trust you, and it never hurts to try, right?”

Kol just smiled at you like he'd never been more grateful for anything in his life. It made you feel warm. He bent down and pressed his lips against your throat. "I love you more than anything," He murmured.

Then he bit down. You wouldn't lie, when his teeth tore through your skin it hurt and it hurt worse than anything you'd felt in a long time. But you tried not to focus on the pain. You thought about how he'd kissed you like you were the only one who'd ever meant anything and that's how you got through it without crying. After a while you started to feel dizzy, things started spinning and you weren't standing on your own anymore. When your knees gave out, Kol moaned, squeezing you tight. You knew he was enjoying it and you knew how dangerous that was. What if he didn't want to stop?

"Kol?" Speaking hurt worse, still you managed it even as you started losing focus on the world around you. Kol was taking quite a lot of blood and he didn't seem intent on stopping. "Please stop." He didn't. "You have to stop, I'm getting dizzy."

Kol moaned again and drew one last sip before releasing you. It seemed to take a lot of effort for him to pull away. He grasped your hands tight and had to take a step away from you, squeezing his eyes shut and biting his lip. He was breathing hard and couldn't meet your eyes.

"I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have done that," He said, shaking his head. "You probably shouldn't let me do that again. You are dangerously good, love."

Kol didn’t let go of you for a while after that. He carried you home and you found out that night that he was a huge cuddler. With his arms around you and a thousand sweet nothings whispered to you to lull you to sleep, you felt safer than you ever had. You felt whole for the first time in a long, long while. Everything was pretty great until your dad came in to check on you. All you heard was the door opening and:

“I-I don’t know.” He stepped away from you and cupped his hands. Rainwater filled them and the smile he gave you when he looked up would stay in your memories forever. “It worked.” He laughed and then his arms were around you again and he picked you up, crashing his lips against yours and spinning you around. “It worked!”

“So, sweetheart, is there anything you’d like to tell me about?”

You shot up and whipped your head around to look at your father. "Oh… uh… hey, Dad?" You smiled weakly but the glower you got in return offered no reprieve. "So, um… I promise there is a p-perfectly good explanation for this i-if you'll just, uh… l-let me explain." You subtly tried to move between your father and the boy he'd just caught you with. You felt Kol’s hand tangle with yours, giving a comforting squeeze and you felt yourself relax.

"No, sweetheart," Your dad managed to grind out between teeth clenched hard enough to break steel. "I think I'd like to hear what this young man has to say for himself."

"Dad, please, I swear he wasn't-" You tried to defend him but another silent glance from your father made you close your mouth. You knew the only reason he hadn't gone for his shotgun was that it would give Kol the time he needed to escape.

"The jig is up, darling," The boy sitting next to you sighed. "He deserves to know the truth." He stood, letting go of your hand, and closed the distance between you and your father.

"But-" This time it was Kol's reassuring gaze that cut you off. He stood tall and respectable in front of your father and held out his hand, keeping with an old-fashioned tradition.

"Good evening, Mr. Y/L/N. My name is Kol, and before I say anything else, I would like to assure you that none of this is what it seems," Kol said, keeping his voice level.

"Well, Kol, I expect you to have a fantastic explanation of what exactly is going on," Your father said. His voice was calm but you could tell that only meant he was positively livid.

Kol scratched the back head. "Well, the short version is I am a one-thousand-year-old original vampire who, after having been murdered by two children and an indestructible stick, found himself trapped in a realm between realms wherein I existed trapped in a somewhat incorporial state, only to be seen and heard by your daughter who possesses the unique and extraordinary ability to return me to a corporeal state of being so long as I remain in physical contact with her or consume her blood - on second thought, I should have left that last part out." Kol offered a tentative smile at the end of all that.

You thought that Kol might have been a little less than happy about being alive again when your father’s fist met his face.

But that’s a story for another time…

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WILDEST FANTASIES (part 6)

⚫️A/N: so i am actually the biggest idiot to ever exist and managed to do the shit i swore i would never do again but here i go... i fucking deleted the original post to part 6 that i posted 2 days ago so... i am actually crying right now, like for real bc it was almost at 500 notes and now its all gone along with the feedbacks so... yeah. i will not expect to reach that number again but if you see this post and like the series pls just at least give this post a like😥

⚫️PAIRING: Professor!Harry X Reader

⚫️WARNING: sexual content

⚫️WORD COUNT: 5.3k

SERIES MASTERPOST

The end of the semester is always the busiest period for both teachers and students. All the promises to start studying in time catch up, libraries and coffee shops get filled and crowded, all assignments seem to be due the same week and the exams are warningly close. Everyone is desperate to get the best grades they can, earn some extra points and credits, fighting hard to end the semester on the best possible note.

Harry doesn’t necessarily like Starbucks, but that’s what’s closest to the building where his office is at and he had only ten minutes to get something extra strong to keep him going for the rest of the day. The place is packed, every table is taken and most of them have students with the laptops open in front of them sitting around them, books and papers piling as they work through months’ worth of materials.

“Double espresso for Harry?” the barista calls out and Harry snaps out of his thoughts, stepping closer to the counter.

“Thank you,” he hums, taking the paper cup from the guy. He doesn’t add any sugar or cream, he is in desperate need to taste the bitterness hoping it would shake him up even more than the caffeine.

He slaloms past the waiting people and finally makes it outside, heading back to his office. He has had students coming in and out, begging for extra tasks to save their asses after doing absolutely nothing all semester. In addition, he’s been having endless consultations with his PhD students and seniors writing their thesis as they are nearing their deadlines as well. It’s been a busy few days.

So busy that he hasn’t been able to see you since the gala, only in class.

He spent most of those ninety minutes sitting at his desk, because you had the nerve to wear the shortest skirt to ever exist with thigh-high boots that definitely gave him a few new fantasies. One of them was fucking you in nothing but the boots. When you uncrossed your legs underneath the desk and he caught sight of your red underwear, he was just about to spank you right in front of the whole class. He knows you noticed how riled up he got and you enjoyed every bit of it as your underwear got wetter by the minute as well.

He wanted to at least have a word with you after class, but three students were at his desk the moment he dismissed everyone and you had to run as well. It’s been pure torture, especially after the kiss you shared at the gala.

He’s been jerking off daily to your writings. Not his proudest achievement for sure, but he simply can’t contain himself and you’re on his mind all the time. Now that Niall has gone back to Ireland, the house is fully his and he doesn’t have to worry about moaning your name in the shower when he is wanking off to the thought of you.

His new favorite thing? Texting you every time he thought of you when he touched himself and you’ve been loving it probably way too much you should. Knowing that you’re all he can think about, it’s the biggest boost to your ego.

By the time Harry gets back to his office, students are already waiting for him, giving him no time to have just a breather. For the next couple of hours, he is too busy to even reply to your latest text, buried under assignments waiting to be graded, begging students keeping him up all the time, his colleagues dropping by with questions as well.

Day turns into night and he only realizes how late it has gotten when his stomach growls from hunger. That sandwich he ate six hours ago is long gone, he is famished. His phone starts ringing right when he is about to start packing up and a smile spreads across his face upon seeing the caller ID.

“Hey, are you still in your office?” you murmur softly from the other end of the call.

“Was just about to leave, why?”

“I just finished at the library, I have a little bit of time before I plan to get back to studying. Maybe I could drop by?” you suggest shyly, hoping you’re not crossing any boundaries. “I’m in front of the building.”

“Alright, my door is open,” he smiles softly.

About five minutes later, there’s a soft knock on his door, he calls out and looks up just when you walk into the office. You’re wearing a pair of black jeans and a light blue, knitted sweater, you look a little tired, but he still thinks you’re stunning.

“I brought food. Are you hungry?” you smile, holding up a bag of Chinese food and Harry could drop to his knees at the sight of it.

“Yes! Come on, sit down,” he gestures for you to sit on the sofa while he pulls a chair closer, he sits on that so you can pack the food out next to you.

Normally, he would already be kissing the life out of you at this point. Seeing you alone, not in a crowded class room, he’s been aching for this moment for days, and now that it’s here, he feels so tired and hungry, so fed up with work in the past days that he would rather just sit with you, even if it’s in complete silence. There’s something in your presence that calms him, takes his mind off of work.

“This is fucking lifesaving,” he groans when he finally digs into the food.

“Actually, I saw that the lights were still on when I finished at the library, went to grab the food and came back. I figured that you haven’t had much time to leave this room today,” you admit with a smirk.

“So you were stalking me?” he teases you, but you just roll your eyes at him. You remain silent for a while before you speak up again.

“Honestly, I wasn’t sure if… you felt the same way.”

“About what?”

“Me.”

His eyes snap up to meet yours and he notices how you’re anxiously fidgeting with your chopsticks, the version of you that oozes confidence now hidden somewhere deep inside you. Placing his food to the side he slips off of the chair until he is kneeling in front of you. He grabs your knees and pushes them apart so he can push himself between your legs. Taking your food box he puts it aside as well, his hands cupping your face. He runs his thumb across your lower lip and can’t help but smirk when you inhale shakily at his touch.

“I still can’t stop thinking about you, Y/N. And I think you know how badly I want you just from the texts I’ve been sending you whenever I can’t control my want for you.”

“I love those texts,” you whisper, licking your lips and your tongue touches his thumb in the motion.

“Yeah?” he chuckles softly.

“I love knowing that you think about me, because I do the same.”

“You think about me when you touch yourself?”

“Always,” you gasp as he leans closer and presses a kiss to your cheek first, then moving down your jawline and neck. His lips finally move to yours, kissing you fiercely, but it doesn’t last as long as you’d want. Pulling back your eyes meet his dark stare as he stands up and strides over to the door. He locks it before turning around and walking over to you, standing tall next to his chair.

“Show me,” he tells you and your breath hitches in your throat.

“What?”

“I want to see you touch yourself. Show me how you do it when you’re thinking about me.”

All blood rushes into your head and you can feel your cheeks heating. You’re not sure what you’re supposed to do, no one has asked such thing from you and you have no idea how to do it without making yourself look like a fool.

Harry senses your hesitance, reaching out he cups your jaw in a hand and leaning down he kisses you hard, his tongue clashing with yours in an instant.

“I won’t ask again, Y/N. Do it,” he growls against your lips, before standing up straight again, staring down at you.

“Don’t you want to do more than just watching?” you ask out of breath.

“Everything in its own time.”

So he wants to take his time with you. You could have guessed that he won’t just have a quickie with you and that just makes you want him even more.

Leaning back on the sofa, you take your sweater off, wearing only a white tank top underneath, before your hands move to unbutton your pants. Originally, you were planning to just reach into your pants and underwear, but Harry has other plans.

“Take your pants off,” he tells you and you shiver at how demanding he sounds, taking full control over the situation.

Obeying you tug your pants down your legs and off of yourself, leaving you in only your white underwear that’s already soaking wet just from the way he is staring down at you. Keeping eye-contact, you move your hand over to your clothes cunt as you start running two fingers over yourself, teasing and working yourself up for more. Harry’s eyes are glued to your hand between your legs and when you peek down at his pants, you see that he is hard, like at the gala.

“Spread your legs more,” he tells you, and you do it without a second thought, exposing yourself even more to his greedy eyes.

When you’ve made sure your underwear is drenched, you move your hand underneath the fabric, finally touching your wet skin, moving your fingers between your folds before you start rubbing on your clit.

“How does it feel?” he asks in a low, raspy tone.

“Feels good, but it would be better if you did it,” you moan, desperate to feel his touch. Though it’s extremely hot how he is watching you pleasing yourself, it would be better if he was joining in on the fun.

“Patience. Now dip those pretty fingers into yourself for me.”

Sucking in your breath you push two fingers inside of yourself, curling them before pulling them out and then pushing back in, picking a nice rhythm to do it over and over again. One of Harry’s hands moves to his crotch and you can’t help but moan when he palms himself, still staring at you.

“You look so beautiful, Y/N. All spread out in front of me, pleasing yourself. I could watch you all day long.” He squeezes himself over his pants again and you’re just about to whine and beg for him to touch you when he drops to his knees and grabbing your wrist he pulls your hand away from you, only to tug your underwear off of you with a swift movement, baring you completely in front of his greedy eyes.

“I need to taste you,” he breathes out, his fingers digging into your inner thighs as he keeps the spread wide.

First, he kisses your left thigh, very close to your cunt, then he kisses the same spot on your right thigh and as he locks his eyes with you, he dives right in. With open mouthed kisses and relentless sucking, he is quick to absolutely light you on fire. Your hands grab onto his curls and you can’t stop yourself from grinding against his face as he eats you out as if you were his last meal.

He could do this for a living, that’s how good he is. The way he uses his tongue and lips, how he knows just the right rhythm for you to get closer and closer to your orgasm faster than ever. He was born to eat pussy. Your pussy.

“Fuck! I’m gonna come!” you gasp, your back arching from the sensation. One of his hands moves from your thigh up your abdomen underneath your tank top, the touch of his hand on your naked feels intoxicating and when he gropes your breast, you wish all your clothes were gone and you could feel him all over you.

“Go on, want to taste it. Come on my face, Y/N,” he tells you and you’re basically seeing stars at this point.

He could have made you come just by his mouth, but suddenly, he pushes two fingers inside you, stretching you out, feeling you up before he starts pumping, his mouth still on your clit.

It takes only a few minutes for you to come, whimpering and moaning in pleasure, your orgasm washing over your body in tidal waves and you’re drowning in it. Drowning in him.

His actions soften and his hands move to your thighs, gently massaging them as you try to regulate your breathing again, coming off your high. Pressing a few soft kisses to your sensitive clit he sits back to his heels, a smug grin spread across his face as he gently rubs your thighs. You’re still completely exposed in front of him, but you couldn’t care less, you want this man’s face between your legs every waking moment for the rest of your life.

“This was better than the Chinese,” he jokes and you let out an airy chuckle. Then you see how hard he still is and you push yourself forward with the intention of returning the mind-blowing favor, but he grabs your wrist and pushes your hands away from him. “Not now. I want you to eat, you said you didn’t have much time.”

“But I have enough time to suck you off, I can eat on my way too.”

“No,” he shakes his head. “You’ll have the chance to do that another time, I’m perfectly fine with what I got now.” Leaning closer he kisses you before grabbing your underwear and pants from the floor beside him.

A little disappointed, but you get dressed and you both return to eating. Harry asks you about your upcoming exams and papers, he seems mesmerized by what people in other majors do.

“I’m as far from math as possible,” he chuckles, digging into his food, this time sitting next to you on the small sofa, his body pressed up against yours and he has pulled your legs across his lap.

“I can tutor you,” you chuckle.

“Yeah? Reversed roles? Sounds interesting,” he grins and leaning closer he kisses your shoulder before you both keep eating.

Your time together flies by way too fast and you have to be on your way too soon. You know you have to leave, you promised Kostas you’d help him study for his statistics exam, but you’d rather stay with Harry. Unfortunately, he has loads of work to do as well.

“Thanks for dropping by,” Harry hums as you’re about to leave.

“I just wish we had more time,” you smile at him coyly and stepping closer you wrap your arms around his neck, his hands finding your waist in an instant.

“How about the weekend?” he suggests. “You could spend it at mine if you want.”

“That sounds great,” you grin and if you’re being honest, you were hoping he would offer it. You didn’t want to be too pushy and bring it up yourself. “I can pack a bag and stay for the night.”

“Don’t bring too many clothes, you won’t be wearing them,” he smirks before kissing you.

When you’re out the door, Harry gathers his stuff as well and grabs all the empty food boxes after your feast and finally heads out as well. Just as he is locking the office up, Professor Alvarez appears at the end of the hallway, seemingly on her way home as well.

“Harry! Hi! Doing some extra hours?” she asks, absolutely no clue about what just went down in his office not long ago.

“Uhh, yeah! Same goes for you?” he asks politely as they start walking down the hallway towards the stairs.

“Yeah, my students like to take advantage of my kindness and turn in everything after the last minute,” she chuckles. “Wow, that’s a lot of food, did you eat all of that on your own?” she asks, pointing at the trash Harry is carrying.

“Oh, I… I did. But not at once,” he adds clearing his throat. “I’ve been hoarding it up and now I’m getting rid of it.”

“Ah, I see,” she smiles. “Hey, I wanted to ask what you’re doing this weekend. One of my friends is having a get together and I think you’d enjoy it, they told me to bring someone and I thought you could be my plus one, I guess.”

It’s more than just a friendly invitation. Nina Alvarez has been into Harry for a while not, but the man is either extremely oblivious to her attempts at seducing him, or he is just great at ignoring it. Either way, one thing is for sure: Harry is not interested in Nina as more than just friends, while the freshly divorced woman is determined to get closer to the school’s hottest professor.

“That sounds great, but… I already have plans with a friend,” he mumbles apologetically.

“Oh, no worries,” she smiles, but he notices the blush on her cheeks.

They chit-chat about mostly work until they reach the parking lot and part ways, both of them heading to their own car.

Arriving home that day you find Kostas sitting at the kitchen island with his books and notebooks spread out in front of him, the screen of his laptop illuminating his strong features. The stubble he has grown these past days makes him look older and much manlier, he should keep it longer, you think.

“Hey! Sorry I’m a bit late, just give me a minute to change and we can start,” you huff, kicking your boots off.

“Sure, I’ll be here,” he sighs, rubbing his face with his hands.

“Ramona?” you ask, seeing that her bedroom door is closed, she only has it closed when Dean is over but she didn’t mention that he was coming over.

“Oh, she’s been on the phone with Dean, but… I think they are having a fight,” he whispers in case she can hear him.

“What happened?”

“I don’t know, she hasn’t said a thing and I think they are still talking.”

“I hope everything is okay. Dean has been away often lately, right?”

“I heard her talking about his dad the other day,” Kostas says. “I think he’s been going home to help his parents out, but I have no idea what’s really behind it.”

You don’t know much about Dean, you only hang out with him when Ramona brings him along, but that’s perfectly fine with you. As far as you know, his parents are a bit older, already in their sixties. Dean was a late surprise child, he has two sisters that are twelve and fifteen years older than him. If what Kostas said is true, you’re hoping his parents are doing well and it has nothing to do with their age or health.

“She’ll tell us if she is ready,” you sigh, not wanting to get your nose into something that’s none of your business. “Okay, so, let’s see that task sheet!” you clap your hands, joining him at the kitchen island.

It’s past midnight when you go to bed. You practiced with Kostas for hours and then worked on one of your own assignments as well, time flew by faster than you could realize. After a hot shower, you make yourself comfortable in bed, scrolling a bit on your phone when a notification of a message pops up on the screen.

HARRY: Thinking about you.

You sigh happily as you reread those three words over and over again before typing in your response.

Y/N: I knew I should have returned the favor!

His reply comes only moments later.

HARRY: I’m not touching myself, just thinking about you.

“Fuck, you are venturing to dangerous territories, professor,” you sigh, as you answer his text.

Y/N: You’re gonna make me swoon, professor.

HARRY: Good. That was my intention. Now go to sleep, you’ve had a tiring day.

Y/N: Good night, dream of me Xx

HARRY: Always.

Grinning like an idiot, you plug your phone to the charger and drop it to your nightstand and staring up at the ceiling as you replay what happened in his office today over and over again, how his hands felt on your skin, his lips on your throbbing clit, the way his fingers fit inside you so perfectly… you can’t wait to feel his hard cock in your pussy already and hopefully, it’s gonna happen this weekend.

Your phone lights up with another text and grabbing it you see it’s from Harry again.

HARRY: Alright, I’m touching myself too.

Y/N: Can’t wait to do it for you Xx

You place your phone back to the nightstand with the screen facing down and force yourself to sleep, even though all you can think about his Harry with his hand wrapped around his hard cock as he lies in his bed right now, thinking about you.

Packing for the weekend at Harry’s you feel like a little kid going to camp. You dig through your whole closet to find the best pieces even though you have a feeling he didn’t joke about not bringing too many clothes. You even stuff your matching lingerie set you haven’t had the chance to wear since buying, knowing that he will definitely appreciate the red lacy set.

Ramona is spending the weekend at Dean’s and Kostas is planning to spend most of Saturday and Sunday at the library, he barely notices anything when he gets home after a full day of studying. You agreed with Harry that you’d head over on Saturday afternoon since you still have some studying to do and Harry has work, it’s the best you can do. But you’ll have the rest of Saturday and the whole of Sunday together to do… whatever you want.

You can barely hold your excited smile back as you finally leave and head to Harry’s place. Last time you were there you left your new little writing on his car hoping to convince him to give it a chance and now here you are, spending the night at his, most likely getting railed like never before.

It worked out at the end.

You keep fantasizing about everything you want to do with Harry, or more like what you want him to do to you, and by the time you’re walking up the stairs to his front door, you’re ready to jump out of your skin and get down to business straight away. You ring the doorbell and when he opens the door you take a deep breath seeing him in a pair of grey sweatpants and a black shirt, he has shaved since the last time you saw him and the grin on his face is as wide as yours.

Without saying a word you step closer to him and kiss him as a greeting, wrapping your arms around his neck while he circles his around your waist lifting you up from the ground as he kisses you back.

“Hey,” you finally say, smiling against his lips.

“Hi, happy to see me?”

“Would be happier if you were naked already, but I guess, yeah?”

He chuckles, putting you back to your feet as he loosens his hold around you, taking your bag you dropped to jump into his arms.

“So eager, huh?” He smirks, ushering you inside and closing the door behind you.

“Can you blame me? I feel like we’ve been foreplaying for weeks, I’m losing patience,” you admit laughing. Leaning closer he kisses you shortly, walking you further inside. He drops your bag into the bedroom before you both walk into the kitchen and you notice the bottle of wine on the counter with two glasses, along with quite a few ingredients lined up, like he was about to start cooking.

“I hope you can wait just a bit more, because I’m making dinner first.”

“Why don’t we do it after?” you suggest, but he just shakes his head chuckling.

“I want you fed and full of energy for everything I have planned for tonight,” he murmurs as he leans closer and kisses the corner of your mouth. He is such a gentleman, so mature and caring, nothing like guys your age. None of your previous hookups cared about whether you’ve eaten or not, this is something new and definitely an upgrade.

“Alright, what can I help with?” you smile, assessing everything laid out on the counter.

“Why don’t you start with pouring some wine?” he smiles and you’re more than happy to put yourself into use.

As much as you wanted to jump his bones the minute you walked into the house, it’s so nice to spend time with him with your clothes still on. You’ve had an image of him in your head based on what you’ve seen from him in school, but that’s just a fracture of what he is.

You watch him move around the kitchen, he even put an apron on and if it’s possible, he just looks even better like this. You try to help him, but he just keeps telling you to drink your wine and keep him company.

“Are you going home for Christmas?” you ask, refilling his glass. He is stirring the sauce in the pan, keeps tasting it to know what else he needs to add. Chef Harry is fucking hot.

“Yeah, I don’t get to go home often, so I like to spend the holidays with my family. My mom is always so happy to have everyone together. I usually come back on January 2nd.”

“I bet it’s really nice,” you smile, but there’s bitterness behind your words and slight jealousy.

“Are you going home?”

“Um… not sure yet,” you purse your lips. Ever since your grandmother’s passing, you haven’t found your place during the holidays. The first year, you spent it with your mom and her boyfriend at that time, but it was catastrophic. Next year your grandma’s sister invited to spend it with her and her family and though you don’t have bad blood with that part of your family, you haven’t had the tightest relationship with them either, so it felt like you were an intruder. That year all you got from your mom was a text. Not even a call.

Last year Kostas wanted you to go home to Greece with him to his family, and though it was an incredibly nice gesture, you didn’t want to bother his time with his family, so you ended up staying back here. You have a feeling the same thing will happen this year as well.

“What do you mean? You’re not sure if your family comes here or you’re going home?”

“No, I’m… not sure if I’ll go anywhere.”

Harry looks at you still confused.

“You don’t want to see your family?”

“I don’t really have family. I’m not on the best terms with my mom, never knew my dad. I was closest to my grandma but she passed away a few years ago.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring up the painful stuff.”

“It’s alright,” you smile at him reassuring him that he didn’t do anything wrong.

“So… you just stay here alone?”

“It’s not as bad as it sounds,” you chuckle awkwardly, though you know it sounds pathetic, spending the holidays alone.

He doesn’t answer, but something is definitely on his mind, keeping it to himself. You move to lighter topics as he puts on some water to boil for the pasta and finish up the sauce, while you keep eyeing him up and down, moving around in the kitchen like a pro.

“Alright, now we just have to wait for the pasta and we can eat,” he smiles, turning the stove off under the sauce.

Taking another sip from your drink you place it to the counter before walking over to him, hooking your thumbs into the string of his apron that runs around his waist.

“I have a few ideas what we can do while we wait for that,” you suggest, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Mm, really? Tell me about them,” he smirks.

“I would rather show you.”

Kissing him deeper, you palm him through his pants and he groans against your lips, already hardening under your touch.

“It’s gonna take just ten minutes for it to be done,” he reminds you and you take it as a challenge.

“Then I better be fast.”

Dropping to your knees you’re quick to tug his pants and boxer briefs, freeing his half-hard cock, seeing it for the first time ever uncovered. His size, even though you’ve seen it through his clothes, is impressive and for a moment you doubt if it’s gonna fit inside you, but you can only hope for the best. For now, you only have to take in your mouth as much as you can.

Wrapping your hands around him, you give it a few pumps as you look up so your eyes meet and you see that he is staring down at you with so much lust and want. You lick up his length before wrapping your lips around the head, pumping him a few more times to get him nice and hard and ready for you.

Taking a deep breath you start moving your head, taking in as much of him as possible, the head touching the back of your throat before pulling back. You start bobbing your head and pumping the base you can’t take into your mouth, focusing to keep a steady rhythm in your motions.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, his hands gathering your hair and then keeping it in one, tugging in it lightly and it gives your scalp a tingle.

The water on the stove is bubbling and it pairs with Harry’s heavy breathing as you keep moving relentlessly, your mouth completely full of him every time you take him in. Your eyes start watering when you try to take more and more of his cock, your jaw is hurting, but nothing can stop you.

“You look so beautiful with your mouth full of my cock, fuck,” he groans and starts buckling his hips to meet your movements. You’re almost taking his full length now, gagging when the head pushes down your throat, but the sight of him enjoying himself is worth everything. You move a hand to his balls and start massaging them, earning a long moan from him as he holds onto your hair even tighter.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum,” he warns you, gasping for air, so you just suck it up and deep throat him several times in a row, your hands working on his balls.

He whimpers your name and you suck on him harder when you pull back and take him in again, a moment later his cock jerks in your mouth, his hot cum shooting to the back of your throat. You milk him well, taking every drop of his cum and swallowing without hesitation.

Harry helps you up to your feet and cradles your face in his hands, kissing you hard and passionate, not even caring that you had his dick in your mouth just a moment ago.

“That was…” he breathes out, leaning his forehead against yours.

“That was my appetizer,” you joke, making him laugh before he kisses you again and pulls his pants and underwear up, tugging his softening dick away before turning to check the food.

“Pasta is ready,” he smirks.

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