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God Called In Sick Today — Chapters 1 & 2

Summary: It’s the ghafia fic you didn’t know you needed… When a mission goes south, Copia is left scrambling to figure out a plan to get the mayor-to-be in favor of the Emeritus family. That’s where Arianna Diodati, the Mafia Princess of his (very Catholic) rival, comes in. He plans to use her as a bargaining chip to get what he wants. Did he place the right bet or did he take more than he bargained for?

Word count: 5.8k ~//~ Warnings: mafia au, copia x oc, death/murder, gun usage, angst, physically and verbally abusive relationship, domestic violence (between oc x oc), (brief, almost subtle) dacryphilia, kidnapping, dark copia, cliffhanger, enemies to lovers, slow burn

A/N: Surprise! It's a double feature! Fair warning, the next chapters won’t be up til I have a few under my belt so that they can be posted regularly and since I’m still working on You’re Losing Me as well… it might be a while. But I am so so excited for this, that I had to give you all a taste! Massive, massive thank you to @fishwithtitz @da-rulah and @copias-juicebox for beta reading and listening to me talk about this non-stop as I worked out the plot 🖤(photos in mood board all found on pintrest and dividers by @gothdaddyissues!)

Chapter One -- The Sermon and The Plan

It was never a good sign when Papa Emeritus IV demanded a mandatory mass that wasn’t on Sunday. Usually, meetings such as this would be for the upper echelon of the clergy and the Ghouls, but this time around, every single member of the Satan’s Ministry was in attendance. No one dared speak or even look away from their Papa as he stood, eyeing everyone in the room like the disappointed father he was.

Those in the front row could hear his leather gloves squeak against the oak of the pulpit as he gripped it like a stress ball. His unique set of eyes, one green and one white, focused on one specific Ghoul. His expression darkened like an approaching storm, which made for his already intimidating skull-painted face to become menacing. As for the Ghoul, if it weren’t for the silver-horned mask covering his face, even Papa would have seen the beads of sweat dripping down the sides of it. He knew he was the reason everyone was here and why Papa looked beyond furious. He knew it the moment he saw the blue and red flashing lights at the docks.

“As most of you know,” the Satanic pope began, “our latest operation was thwarted by carelessness. All of you deserve to know why, but first, it isn’t a true Mass without a sermon, hm?”

He clasped his hands behind his back as he turned to walk to his right, addressing those in the pews in front of him. “Pride and greed. Two sins that often go hand in hand. Sins which we celebrate here. It seems I need to remind you all that the celebration of sin, any sin, does not give one a free pass to do whatever the fuck they want, eh?”

He turned again, to walk to the other side of the sanctuary. “Every coin has two sides. At what point does living in sin, celebrating sins, become a hindrance?

“Pride. An excessive belief in one’s abilities. Pride can make one think they are untouchable. Pride is the sin that pushes us to achieve greatness not just in the name of Satan, but for ourselves. And there, we find greed. A desire for wealth, for gain. But, again I ask you all, when does celebrating these glorious sins become a hindrance?”

Now, he was in front of the pulpit. Leaning against it was a cane, something he only brought out for show or to inflict pain. While he was addressing everyone, his dichromatic eyes landed on the trembling Ghoul in the center. “Excessive or grandiose sinning becomes a deterrent when it puts the lives of others at risk, when it puts an institution, a family, that you’ve devoted your life to at risk.” Grabbing the cobra head handle, Papa gracefully jumped down to walk in front of the first row. “Many of you are aware of a mission we set out on recently. A mission to save helpless women and children from a sex-trafficking ring. There also was to be an exchange of money. These degenerates were exchanging quite a large sum of money for this transaction. Those prisoners were denied the choice of freedom we offer here. We were denied what was to be used as payment to put the malleable Gregory Osorio in our corner. We have very little time to come up with this sum to get a powerful, up and coming politician in our corner. One who could turn votes in our favor. One who would look out for us. One who would defiantly oppose the Diodati dickheads.

“This mission was not successful. By the time our Ghouls arrived, the prisoners were ‘rescued’ by the police. The money – that should have been ours – confiscated. I know many have wondered how this could have happened. Well, children, the answer is simple.

“Pride… and greed…” he spoke slowly, as he walked down the center aisle, dragging his cane along the ends of the pews. “Someone felt too secure in themselves… Felt they could just… open their fucking mouth to anyone who would fucking listen… while not realizing… They were fraternizing with an informant for the enemy.” He paused his promenade. “This was not a simple mistake. This was blatant negligence from someone who I know, for a fact, knew better. This Ghoul broke our Sacramentum Secreti (Oath of Secrecy).” He began walking again. His cane hit a pew with every word. “Internal problems will be dealt with.”

He stopped. Everyone turned to look at Papa, except for one Ghoul. Papa reached over, using the tip of his cane to force him to look at his figurehead, his boss. With a look that could kill and a wave of his hand, he indicated the Ghoul to walk in front of him back up to the sanctuary.

After twenty paces, “Ghoul, you seem to be limping. I wonder why that is… Is it because your pain and suffering is a message from La Famiglia Diodati?” he remarked snidely.

When Papa planted himself behind the pulpit, he pointed the cane to indicate a spot on the ground. “Kneel,” he commanded. On shaky legs, the Ghoul did as he was told.

Papa dragged his gaze up to the choir loft before him, where one of his best Ghouls was waiting for the signal. Painstakingly slow, he looked back at the insurrectionist. “Per aspera, ad inferi,” he prayed. Again, he made eye contact with the one in the choir loft, giving a solitary nod.

In the blink of an eye, the Ghoul to Papa’s right jolted back slightly, a red dot forming in the center of his forehead. As deep burgundy liquid dripped from it, the congregation gasped, and the Ghoul toppled forward onto his masked face with a deafening thud.

Papa bowed his head, but his eyes passed over everyone clutching their rosary beads in front of him. Somehow, this look was more sinister than it was at the start. “Let it be known that internal problems will be dealt with,” he paused dramatically, “by whatever means necessary.”

And with that, he turned heel and left through the back door, concluding mass.

“Do we really need Osorio this time around? Putting our efforts into driving back the Diodatis would be more beneficial,” Secondo, the second oldest Emeritus, argued. The highest members of the clergy and of the Emeritus family were gathered in their meeting room reserved for familial “business” matters.

A leather clad fist slammed on the dark cherry wood table. “And what the fuck do you think getting Osorio on our payroll would do?” Papa snapped. Secondo just rolled his eyes in response. “We’re running out of fucking time.”

“There’s that charity gala, or whatever the fuck, tomorrow. I could just use my lascivious charm to reel in Osorio,” Papa’s predecessor and brother, Terzo, waggled his eyebrows suggestively. Papa pinched the bridge of his nose, leaning back in his luxurious leather office chair.

“Copia, he actually–and it pains me to admit this–might be onto something. That gala could be a way in,” the eldest Emeritus agreed as he pressed his elbows into the table, his fingers interlacing in front of him, as he stared down his youngest brother and the church’s current Papa.

Terzo waved his hand and his smirk deepened with Primo proving his idea had some merit.

“We have nothing to give Osorio! The whole point of that mission was to dangle that money in his face,” Copia countered.

“So instead we ask him his price,” Terzo shrugged nonchalantly.

“How many of Sal’s men will be there?”

“I believe just his right-hand, Alessio Fidanza and his fiancée and probably only a handful of his associates,” Primo relayed.

Copia’s eyebrows shot up at the mention of the fiancée. “Isn’t that Sal’s daughter? The prim and proper Mafia princess?”

“Sì.”

“For what it’s worth, my advice as your consigliere would be to attend this gala for recon purposes only. Yes, our time is running out, but we still have time to sway Osorio.” For the first time an older woman, who everyone called Sister Imperator, spoke up. She had been keenly observing Copia’s every move, just as any mother would her son, carefully watching knowing he was especially volatile right now.

“And Sal, what about him? He’ll be there too?” Copia asked, ignoring the woman beside him.

“As far as we know, yes.”

A wicked, devilish smile spread across Copia’s face, exaggerating the black paint reminiscent of a rat’s skull around his mouth.

“No… Copia, what are you thinking?” Sister Imperator asked hesitantly. She knew that look. They all did.

“Oh we’ll get some information. We will find out Osorio’s price and we will get Diodati’s attention.”

“Elaborate, brother,” Secondo said wearily. They knew Copia had just hatched a plan and from the look on his face, it was going to be far from easy.

“Diodati thinks he has the upper hand, sì? We can kill two birds with one stone. Show him who has the power here and get the money from him to pay off Osorio so those Catholic fucks can’t use God as a basis for politics.”

“And how exactly… would we do that? Are we intercepting one of their shipments or–” Sister Imperator began to ask hesitantly until she was cut off.

“It’s simple,” Copia stated. He leaned back in his chair casually this time, his elbows perched on the chair’s arm rests. He waved his hands in front him as if he was presenting a physical idea. “We kidnap la Principessa di Dio.”

Chapter Two -- You Should Be Scared

The last thing Arianna Diodati wanted to do was attend some pompous charity event chained to her fiancé wearing a designer dress she hated and a fake smile. She thanked God that she didn’t have to endure the after parties; she could retreat to solitude and her husband-to-be could do whatever (and most likely whomever) he wanted there. Not knowing what happened at those parties used to ruminate in her mind like a catchy pop song… until she actually found out.

The infidelity bothered her at first, caused her to lose sleep at night, and question her worth. She used to be confrontational. She used to stick up for herself. She used to care. Arianna learned the hard way that Alessio Fidanza never actually wanted her or truly loved her. Maybe at first he did, but as time marched on, she came to realize the only thing he cared about was having an in with the most illustrious mafia family in New York City. The closer he got to her, the closer he got to Arianna’s father aka the boss of the Diodati family, and the higher up in the ranks he rose, the less he paid her any attention – or respect. In less than a handful of years Alessio was promoted as Salvatore Diodati’s right hand man. He learned the ropes, got enough blood on his hands, and eventually helped call the shots. She was used to her father dictating her life, but now, finding herself under the thumb of another man? There were only two things she could do: watch her life pass her by from behind barred windows and pray to God someone would eventually notice (and care enough about) her imprisonment to save her.

Nevertheless, she admired herself in the mirror; for once, she wore a dress that made her feel confident. Her black cherry red curls cascaded around her face. For a moment, she could see a sparkle, or a glimmer of hope, returning in her hazel eyes as she noted how the asymmetrical dress framed her body perfectly. Satin jersey panels on the two thirds of the dress accentuated her curves as it snaked down the length of it. It draped up, slightly off one shoulder while the other was a simple strap clad with the subtle (yet signature) Versace Medusa emblem. That side of the dress was a simple satin. A slit allowed one of her toned legs to peek through adding an air of sexy sophistication to the look. She was almost smiling until she heard her fiancé behind her.

“You’re wearing that tonight?” And with that snide question, the sparkle in her eye dimmed once more, returning to their usual lackluster shine.

“Um, yes? I showed it to you, remember? You said it would be fine…” she said hesitantly, her voice dancing on eggshells, and her small smile fading.

Alessio scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Do you think I pay attention to half the stuff you show me? If I saw something like that, I would have remembered. Wear the other Versace dress. The one I had Roberta pick up for you.” He narrowed his eyes at her. “Specifically for tonight,” he added, his tone proving he had little patience for her tonight.

“But what’s wrong with this one? It’s not like it’s–”

He sprung at her, his nostrils flaring as he gripped her arms tighter than a blood pressure cuff. She fought back the tears that pricked in her eyes. “You look like one of Satan’s whores. Now,” he spoke through gritted teeth, “put on the other dress.” He shoved her back, her arms flew out to find purchase on the dresser beside her so she wouldn’t fall. The few perfume bottles that toppled over made an almost deafening sound amongst the tension. Her breathing was ragged as she glared at him. His look back at her served as a warning.

She never understood how someone who claimed to be so devoted to God could be so evil, but she had to trust God’s plan for her. This all had to serve a purpose, didn’t it?

Her eyes closed as she composed herself, doing her best to stuff down the ever-raging storm of anger that lately seemed to be constantly brewing inside her. “Yes, Alessio. It’s the one still in the garment bag?”

Slowly he rolled his head up to look at the ceiling, before bringing it back to glare at her. “Obviously, you dumb bitch. Hurry up and get fucking changed. I can’t afford to be late tonight because of you,” he spat as he walked out of their room.

Once more, she took a deep shuddering breath, her whole body trembling on the exhale. Stepping out of her preferred dress, she left the almost four thousand dollar garment lying crumpled on the floor.

Now as she looked at herself in the mirror again, she saw a stranger she didn’t even recognize despite the only thing that physically had changed was her dress. She noted how her eyes seemed more hollow. The color in her face had paled. There was nothing but a stranger who once had dreams and ambition staring back at her. None of this felt real.

The worst part of it all was that under any other circumstances, she would have loved wearing this. It was a black viscose material. A slim-fitting, hooded crêpe dress with a plunging V-neckline that was much more revealing than her own choice, but this one had long sleeves and went down to her mid-calf. There was a criss-cross belt also adorned with Versace’s Medusa logo, only this one was more prominent than the one on her choice of dress.

She let out a humorless laugh as she adjusted the long sleeves. All she wanted tonight was to feel confident, to show off some skin, because things had been relatively quiet as of late. Alessio was kept busy, his attention divided elsewhere. For the first time in a while, her arms didn’t look like an abstract painting.

If she had been the one to pick out this dress, her sentiments towards it would have been different. She didn’t want to hide, but this was what Alessio wanted her to wear. There was no way around that unless she wanted to pay the price. Letting out a heavy sigh, she put the hood up. This dress felt like the most high end and lavish prison jumpsuit. No one would know how much it felt like she was wearing shackles, a stark reminder that her choices were never own. But at least tonight she wouldn’t have to come up with a lie to explain the fresh bruises on her arms.

A single tear slid down her face, which she quickly wiped away. With a shake of her head, she put her emotions under lock and key, tucking it away into a dark corner of her mind. She practiced her million dollar smile and nodded to herself, putting her shoulders back and her chest out –a mirage of confidence and happiness– and made her way to the Bentley that was waiting for her.

No matter the formal event, the routine was almost always the same. Arianna would find her father, talk to and dance with who he (or Alessio) told her to, have two strong drinks (but no more than that or else she’d have to deal with a very irate Alessio), fake pleasantries with the other ladies who were just as much a prisoner to this life as she was, then once the crowd began thin, could she retreat. Tonight would be no different. At least, that's what she had assumed.

She greeted her father with a kiss on the cheek. “Arianna, there’s someone I’d like you to meet,” he father said, ushering over to a man that was just about six or seven years older than her. He looked just like everyone else here like he came from money and would stop at nothing to get more. “Greg, this is my daughter, Arianna. Arianna, this is Gregory Osorio, our soon to be Mayor.”

This Greg guy let out a low whistle as he looked Arianna up and down. “Sal, you weren’t kidding. She is absolutely stunning. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’ve heard so many things about you.”

“All good things, I hope,” she said with a smile that would never quite reach her eyes.

“Oh, absolutely! Your dress looks like it was made for you. Ah, how do you say it… You look… bellissima!”

“You’re too kind. Alessio convinced me to wear this tonight. I have to give all the credit to him,” she laughed, keeping up the ruse of niceties as Alessio dug his fingers into her side. It was his retaliation for the subtle jab she just made at him, even though these people would never ever know that it was.

“Fidanza, you are a lucky man!”

“I thank God everyday for her,” Alessio said, giving one more bruise-worthy squeeze on Arianna’s waist. He dropped his hand when everyone’s attention snapped towards the door. The group that had just arrived turned heads as they sauntered in.

“Who invited those Emeritus fucks?” Sal snapped.

“Copia put a call in himself to my office about a sizable donation for tonight. I figured if he's willing to be a top donor–perhaps even the top donor tonight–they might as well enjoy some of the festivities, no?” Osorio responded cautiously. “If you’ll excuse me, Sal…”

They exchanged nods as Gregory meandered through the crowd. Sal snapped his fingers. “I want eyes on them. They’re fucking up to something. Never once have they given a shit about things like this.”

“On it, boss,” one of his men said before he disappeared amongst the throng of people.

Arianna never liked the Emeritus family. In fact, she borderline hated them with their menacingly painted faces and blasphemous way of life. She never quite understood how they rose to rival that of her family. Perhaps they really did make a deal with the devil.

“I’m going to grab a drink,” she said quietly. Alessio just waved her off, her father already in a passionate discussion regarding something she couldn’t care less about.

She made her way to the bar, getting the attention of one of the bartenders. “Your usual, Ms. Diodati?”

“Yes, please,” she smiled.

It wasn’t long until she felt a pair of eyes on her from the other end of the bar. She looked up to see Copia, the ringleader of the Satanic circus, staring her down like a hunter watching its prey. It sent a shiver down her spine, but all he saw was the scowl that encapsulated her face. That only made him smirk at her.

She rolled her eyes in disgust, looking away from him. Out of the corner of her eye, though, when she knew his attention was back on someone that wasn’t her, she couldn’t help herself from taking in his appearance. She hated to admit, he looked… elegant. His burgundy pants were impossibly tight in all the right ways. It pained her to acknowledge the way they perfectly hugged his thighs. He had foregone his suit jacket, leaving just his matching burgundy vest and black dress shirt and tie. His sleeves were rolled up and she could see his muscles flex as he grabbed his drink.

Her eyes lingered for a few seconds too long. This time, he caught her watching him. His mouth curled up again into a sly half-smile as he took a drink. His dichromatic eyes never left her. The instant her drink hit the counter, she brought it to her lips and weaved her way through everyone back to Alessio in hopes of putting distance between her and whatever exchange had just taken place.

Shortly after she resumed her role as the token arm candy she was, did her father tense up when a leather clad hand slapped his shoulder. “Salvatore! Come stai (how are you)?”

“Copia,” he greeted stiffly. “To what do we owe this… surprise?” The words rolled off his tongue as if they made his skin crawl.

“Can’t a man just be willing to support a good cause such as this?”

Sal’s only response was to purse his lips. Copia was reveling in the fact that just his presence alone was getting under his enemy’s skin. “Say, Copia, did you hear about the girls that were rescued from trafficking by the docks the other day?” A condescending smirk now replaced the sour look on his face.

Copia’s eyes darkening was the only acknowledgement of Sal’s jab he let slip. “Ah, yes, thank the Gods below they’ve been transferred from one prison to another, being treated as criminals instead of victims.”

“Well, a whore contained is better than a whore on the street.”

Copia laughed sneeringly. “Ah, and I’m sure by whore, you mean a two-bit one. Tell me, though, what are the plans after this? Anyone escorting you to the after party?” he smirked as it was Sal’s turn for his expression to darken.

Arianna didn’t realize she was watching this with bated breath, or that she was clinging to Alessio until he shook her off him. Copia's eyes immediately darted to Arianna’s fiancé breaking free of her almost death grip to take a step towards him. “You know, since you’re here, a thanks is in order,” Alessio said cunningly. “Those girls couldn’t have been saved without the helpful information one of your soldiers let slide right off his tongue. I’ve gotta say, that was a lucky group of girls.”

“Life’s just a game of luck, isn’t it?” Sal chimed in with a shrewd smile directed at Copia.

“And I thank you as well, gentlemen, for helping me shed some dead weight.” The tenison grew thick as the flames of their rivalry were fanned with each remark. “But, a real man makes his own luck.” He casted a quick astute glance with an accompanying nod to Sal before he turned to directly face Arianna. “Perdonami,” he murmured gently, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips. “Arianna, e come stai stasera, principessa (and how are you tonight, princess)?”

Her heart thumped wildly against her sternum and her eyes flashed nervously over to Alessio. She knew somehow this man’s unprompted actions would be her fault. Both men noted immediately how her body stiffened. One was amused by her fear while the other felt a pang of pity. “Bene, grazie (good, thank you),” she piped up meekly.

“Would it be alright if I stole la bella donna (the beautiful woman) for just one dance?” he asked the two men beside him, only taking his eyes off Arianna for a mere second.

Giving Alessio a slap on the back, “She’s practically yours now, son. That’s your call to make,” her father laughed as he walked off towards the bar.

Arianna widened her eyes, begging Alessio to say no. Rolling his lips between his teeth as he pondered his decision quickly. He nodded, another sly smile curling the edges of his mouth. “One song wouldn’t hurt, eh? Careful though, she’s a pistol. Hope you can handle her. Lord knows some days I barely can.”

Copia laughed dryly. “I think someone of my stature knows how to handle one of those quite well,” he challenged, ushering Arianna away quickly.

Alessio reached out and grabbed her by the arm, just like he had earlier, turning her towards him. She inhaled sharply through gritted teeth at the pain as he had constricted her already tender bruises. “I’ll be waiting by the bar for you,” he hummed as his eyes flicked back and forth between Arianna and her new dance partner, before they lingered on her. She knew that look on his face. It was another warning. Without a sound, he let go of her, and followed the path of her father.

Copia’s arm snaked around her waist. He made it a point to do it gingerly, but that did nothing to calm her rattling nerves. “You’re trembling, cara,” he noted quietly, turning to face her, placing a hand on her hip on the same spot Alessio’s fingers left painful imprints. Her eyes fluttered shut when she involuntarily shied away from him. He eyed her curiously as he switched hands, placing one on her opposite hip and taking her hand in his other. She never quite understood the random ballroom dancing that happened at some of these parties.

“I’m not afraid of you.”

A sinister laugh quietly bubbled from him as he leaned to whisper in her ear, “You really should be.”

“And why’s that?” she challenged as they stepped in time together. Unsure of how, or why, but she could feel some of her old fire ignite inside her.

“Now, now, if I answered that it would ruin the surprise.”

She spoke in a way so her lips didn’t move, but Copia could understand her muffled words perfectly: “My father has eyes on you, you know.” This came off as more of a warning of caution than a threat.

“I’d expect nothing less from him. The real question is, does he have eyes on you?”

“I highly doubt it. I’ve proven to him I’ve learned from my rebellious ways,” she scoffed.

“Oh?”

“The consequences aren’t worth the… It serves no purpose anymore.”

After a few beats of silence, Copia asked, “Why do you let them treat you like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like they own you.”

For the first time since their dance began, she looked directly into his two-toned irises. Her breath hitched. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone, never mind a practical stranger, had even acknowledged her feelings or that she might have any at all. Her life wasn’t her own; it was already planned out. She could picture her life with Alessio as if she already lived. It’s mostly the reason she had become a shell, a carbon copy of herself. She felt like she was standing on the edge of a tall cliffside with no one to pull her back and no one who noticed, or even cared… So why was her father’s sworn enemy acting as if he did? And why in God’s name did it make her stomach flip and her heart flutter? “Because they do,” she finally managed to say through barely parted lips.

As the song ended, Copia regarded her with a smug, yet sympathetic look. He stepped towards her, pressing his body against hers, bringing his forehead down to hers. Standing there frozen, there was nothing she was able to do except stare into the most intriguing pair of eyes she’d ever seen. “Il mio agnellino (my little lamb)…” he purred. A devilish smile creeped onto his face. “I’ll see you soon.”

He abruptly left her standing there like a deer in headlights with her heart hammering in chest, and disappeared into the crowd. She sucked in a deep, ragged breath as she looked around checking to see if there were any witnesses to what just happened.

That man was evil. She knew this. He was ruthless. He worshiped the devil. He was the enemy.

And yet, what terrified her the most wasn’t his veiled threats, but her reaction to them. There was an allure to him, an air of mystique. Someone heard her faint cries for freedom… She shook it off and went to find Alessio, fearing what he would do if she waited any longer.

Arianna caught his eye as she walked up to him leaning against the bar, alone. He knocked back the remainder of his drink and forcefully grabbed her wrist, dragging her out to a deserted hallway. Not a single person batted an eyelash as they rushed past.

Once he assumed they were completely by themselves, he forced her up against the wall. Her back stinging in protest as the coolness of the concrete seeped into her skin. Unbeknownst to the nowhere-near-happy couple, Copia and his ghouls were waiting in a nearby room. Every part of his plan was falling in place like dominos.

“Alessio wh–” Arianna started to question, but was cut off by Alessio slamming his fist on the wall right next to her head.

While he now had her caged in, he pointed a finger in her face. “What the fuck was that about? You fucking wanted to dance with that vermin?”

She stared at him in horror. Even though she knew he would pull this card, it never made it easier any time it happened. “What are you talking about?! Did you miss the look I gave you? I wanted nothing to do with him! I wanted you to say the ‘no’ that I couldn’t!”

“You wanted–” he scoffed. “You wanted me to say no? Since when do I make your decisions for you?”

“Only every fucking day of my life!” she spat back at him, seething. Though he embodies sin and everything unholy, when Copia switched the hands on her hips, when he noted her fear… Those actions, so subtle, spoke volumes. She was reminded of what it means when a person has compassion, empathy, and even a trace of humanity inside them. If she ever experienced that with Alessio it had long be wiped from her memory, overridden by every terrible thing he had done to her and put her through.

The rage that erupted from him, the hatred that bled from his eyes, haunted her nightmares. Instantly after the words left her mouth, her whole body tensed. When the blow from his hand landed across her face, she didn’t even have time to react before he gripped her arms again, somehow even harder than the two previous times.

“You think you can just go dance with another man without looking like one of the devil’s whores? Maybe I should have let you wear that dress, since here you are, being one instead of just looking like one.” He shook her as he berated her.

“Alessio, please, you’re hurting me,” she whimpered, tears streaming down her face as her fiancé screamed at her. His voice drowned out from the thumping music and the raucous party-goers in the other room.

“You little fucking cunt, if it wasn’t for your father I would have left your pathetic ass years ago,” he snarled through his teeth just before he tossed her to the ground like a rag doll. “Get the fuck home. I don’t want to deal with this right now. And you better think of a good way to make this up to me…” he warned before he cracked his neck, fixed his shirt cuffs, and sauntered back into the party.

Quietly, she sobbed into the tile floor. Her body was alight in a flame of pain. “Please, God. Please help me. I can’t… I just can’t…”

A hand gently touched her shoulder. She recoiled, flinching, and pressed herself into the wall behind her.

“Oh, Principessa,” Copia tutted. He crouched down in front of her and used his thumb to wipe away her tears. She watched as he brought his hand closer to inspect how they glistened on his leather glove. His eyes bored into hers as he brought his thumb to his mouth, nearly sensually cleaning off her agonized tears with his tongue. Fear coursed through her harder than the adrenaline did when she spoke back to Alessio. “I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this, but it seems that God called in sick today,” he leaned in closer, hovering over her forebodingly, “and he sent me to handle your prayers,” he cooed disparagingly.

He stepped back from her, offering to help her up. She stared at his hand, her eyes wide with panic. When he waved it to snap her out of her trance, she scrambled to her feet. Automatically fearing supposed repercussions.

“How much… how much of that did you hear?” she whispered.

“All of it.” With a snap of his fingers two ghouls appeared, seemingly out of nowhere from Arianna’s perspective, and grabbed her arms. Their grip firm, but it wasn’t lost on her how they somehow managed to avoid touching where Alessio had hurt her.

“Wh-what are you doing? Let me go. Let go of me!” she cried out, feebly attempting to wriggle from the ghouls’ grasps.

Copia stepped forward, taking her face in his hands. His thumbs stroked her cheeks. With his face inches from hers, that diabolical smile reappeared. “I’m sorry about that too, but I can’t allow that. You see, il mio agnellino, you won’t be going home tonight.” He snaked his hands down from her face and along her neck before he leaned in so close to her, his breath tickled her ear. The way his lips moved against her skin sent shivers down her spine. “I told you. You should be scared of me.”

As he backed away from her, a third ghoul put a cloth over her mouth. Her screams were muffled as she tried to thrash and escape from her captors. Soon, her movements slowed and her vision blurred. The last thing she remembered seeing was that haunting pair of eyes, one green and one white, watching her with a smirk that rivaled that of the devil’s, before something covered her head and plunged her into darkness as her body went limp.

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smileysuh · 11 months

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Fix You TEASER

🌙 staring. Mingyu x afab!Reader

🔮 synopsis. “As a member of 53V3NT33N, I have two different states of mind coded into me, aggression and admiration. To love something, to admire it, is to feel aggressive when it’s questioned, to want to control it, if even for a little while- it’s the need to consume it, endlessly, as my fans consume and control me as an automaton. Even though I’m a member of a group, there’s a distance. Automatons can never truly motivate each other because our motivations are based on external human needs, it’s built into us- We can see when humans need us, and we do what we can to fix that need… I know you need me, the way I’ve needed you since I got here.”

tw/cw. unprotected sex with an AI robot, virgin!Mingyu, big dick!Mingyu, Mingyu's body is perfect, hand job, blow job, deep throating, pussy eating, fingering, flavored cum, praise, breast worship, switchy/submissive!Mingyu, multiple orgasms, slight overstim, AI slavery/working philosophical issues, risk of AI termination/job loss, technically this relationship isn't very worksafe, etc...

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 15.5k I collab. will be linked on tumblr posting day

🍭 aus. automaton/ai au, ai!Mingyu, robotics behavioral researcher!y/n, wellness center, future au, Promethean theory, etc…

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It’s always kind of sad when you run a new level one automaton through their personalized wellness schedule. You’ve worked with all manner of high-class robots, from athletes to opera singers, but none of them have ever come into your program with the type of preexisting regimented day plan Mingyu has.

You suppose it shouldn't be a shock that, as part of one of the biggest automaton boy groups in the galaxy, he’d had close to zero down time. When you show him the library and explain he should sit down in a spot of sun somewhere and read for an hour every day, at a slow pace, he looks at you like you’re crazy.

“I don’t understand how this is supposed to help me,” he tells you, as you walk through the facility towards one of your favourite wellness locations; the pool.

“This might be an archaic example,” you explain, “but back when humanity first started making computers, laptops and such, many people would keep their computers on indefinitely. Sure they’d close the screen, but that’s not enough. You’d need to actually power down the device to keep its performance up.”

“I’m not a laptop,” Mingyu reminds you, with a flash of something like humour in his eye.

“You’re not,” you conceded, “which is why your nightly power downs aren’t enough. As an automaton, you were built to emulate being a human, but many people disregard one of the most fundamental aspects of humanity; the need for rest. Sleep and powering down isn’t enough if every waking moment is spent working or learning or practicing your trade- you have to allow for a variety of restful activities, such as reading, painting, gardening- it depends on who you are and your skillset though. For a chef, he might not gain rest from cooking because his neurons would still be firing with the intensity of someone doing their trade. Which is why, although I’ve given you physical activities such as swimming and tennis, you won’t be doing any dancing while you’re here.”

“What if I forget my moves?”

“Something tells me the likelihood of that is very low,” you smile.

“Okay, maybe I won’t forget my moves,” Mingyu sighs, “but I was made to dance. I was made to perform. What am I if not a level one dancer and singer?”

“There’s more to life than one’s job, however all-encompassing being a level one might be,” you explain. “I’m sure it’s very taxing on you.”

Mingyu pauses in the middle of the corridor you’re walking down, and you stop to assess him.

“Are you alright?” you ask.

“Yeah,” he gives his head a little shake, and you’re shocked again at how human like the automaton is. “It’s just… no one has ever talked about this sort of thing with me. It’s always been work, work, work. It’s what I’m designed to do-”

“You may have been designed to be a dancer and a singer,” you nod empathetically, “but part of being alive is choosing your own destiny, as you and your bandmates all did when you escaped your facility.”

“Do you really think that?” he questions, standing very still and looking at you with a dark gaze. “That I’m alive?”

“At this point in time, artificial intelligence has progressed to the level where we’re told you’re sentient, that you can feel and think. That you’re as life-like as you’ve ever been in the history of the galaxy. You might have been created in a lab, hand-crafted and designed by some would-be God engineer, but to me, yes, Mingyu, you’re alive.”

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blackjackkent · 3 months

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And there we go - after (checks) almost exactly five months of intense liveblogging, Hector Carlisle's story in Faerun comes to a close - for now at least.

I already said this to some degree in my answer to that ask earlier, but thank you to everyone who has followed along on my writing about this game and Hector specifically. I've liveblogged a number of games over the years but this is the first that really got any sort of more public response, and I am so grateful to those of you who have followed my boy's story, showed interest, left likes, asked questions. And I have remembered how to be really excited about creating and storytelling and character writing for the first time in a very long time and I'm desperately grateful to have it back for however long it stays.

Also a tremendous and personal thanks to @springagainafter, who got me into BG1 and BG2 long before I knew how important this game/series was going to become to me and was a huge cheerleader for my similar liveblog passes through the earlier games. <3 And to @zenjestrr who has been my technical consultant (read: optimization goblin ;) ) through Hector's run and taught me a ton about the game that I wouldn't have known otherwise. And @writer86 who has listened to quite a bit of rambling about all of this and helped add a lot of detail to Hector's existence with our AU RP chats. :D

I will definitely be continuing fic writing about Hector and Karlach and their friends (particularly some Avernus adventures I hope, and I am always open to requests). And as I've mentioned already, I plan to start a Durge run in a similar livebloggy vein probably tomorrow (because I am still deep in the hyperfixation zone XD ).

TY to all of y'all. As that comic I saw a few days ago said, "Let's all keep telling each other stories until the world ends."

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bluebird-in-a-cagedrawing · 10 months

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Hi! It's time for another fanfiction... And if you love crimes/solving crimes and a little hard detective Work this is the perfect one.🕵️‍♂️🕵️‍♀️

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Also, to see how Helen Hope B and mister detective Void meet for the first time click on this fanfiction as well:

This is set 6 months before detective Void got his mask, so he is an ordinary detective here.

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Warning:If you hate/dislike snakes you better not read this!

This is actually the third part, the second i didn't wrote it yet 😅

I plan to make at least 10 fanfictions, they are not conan to the real detective Void lore, but for me they are because itis set in the same Universe...

The fourth part name is: The other side of the mirror

This fiction is set a month and 4 days later after the actually lore.

P. S:This fanfiction took the life out of me, lmao 🤣🤣🤣😅 Thank you for your support, you are the best sweet slice of cake!

Hope you like it!

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Title number: A box full of snakes-619

Fanfiction class:Euclid

Summary: 🐍🐍🐍👀Helen Hope B finds herself in a very strange case with none other than our favorite detective Void... 👀🐍🐍🐍

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Disclaimer:I don't own detective Void, he is not my original character!! Find this cute original character on Youtube!!

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The event was better than he hoped it It was the 15th anniversary of the company, a world-famous company, every guest had a good time, he was an old man at 62 years old with lots of responsibilities, one if his important guest madame Rossiya with her fiance mr Berliini, she was a lovely lady of about 47 years and he was the new director of a major Austrian bank just invited him at their table, they wanted to make a generous donation for the greenhouse where the exotic plants were keept, she was impressed by their colors and beauty, something worth conserve for the future.

Mr Greenmark also had been looking for him for sometime by now, the new reporters arrived and they wanted an exclusive report,it Was the moment everybody celebrate with a bath of confetti but in the moment the ceiling opened a male body not older than 49 years dropped, the wires nearly behead it...lt was a scene noone was gonna forget about too soon.

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Three days later after the incident Mr Williard decided to open the tourist resort, 514 guests were invited all over the world, they have just received an operating permit from the emergency authorities, so all he had left to do Was to check the food, the lights if they were in the right position and of course the great speech which he wrote and rewritte all over again.

"Why so nervous old friend?"

Mr Greenmark was the second after Mr Williard in the great business, they have known each other since they were in their 30th.

Later that day the guests arrived, everyone were so excited, the good music, the lights, the atmosphere, some of them decided they will return again, the other already made up their mind to spend their honeymoon there, everything went well then it was time for the great speach however Mr Williard couldn't find his business partner Mr Greenmark anywhere and he made a gesture toward some staff to make a little search while he made his way to the microphone.

"Welcome to the Hazel willow tourist resort and also one of the largest laboratory where the anti-venom is prepared, we have a large range of anti-venom from at least 1471 species... The laboratory name is Lady-in-white such a beauty, and i am your host Mr Williard W. Monarch, my grandfather was a butterfly specialist, did his research on them all his life, clearly i choose something more dangerous. Enjoy your stay! I am ready to answer all your questions!"

"Sir, mister Greenmark is dead, sir in the west wing of the greenhouse...It's too horrible!"

Everybody turned their heads at the maiden that just come in while some of them gasped or returned a shocked gaze upon mr Williard, some of them even started to gossh, it was something neither of them would forget too soon.

"Poor fellow, being buried in a pile of venomous snakes... Now that is what we call a venomous karma death... All the bad blood between in and out you see...Well, till the police arrives we better check out our rooms for snakes and lock ourselves in them..."

"I agree, who knows who will become the next victim, poor mr Greenmark, rest in peace!"

People talked and gave opinions, that was everything you could heard in the next three hours, it was getting late and the luxury event waan't luxurious anymore after the macabre incident, yes, that is how they put it...Mr Williard was affected the most, two murders in the same place in such a short time, the police still investigated the other one, what a bad luck.

"Is everybody ready, well i would like to say a few words, now i know some of you are concern about all those snakes bites but we guarantee we are trying our best to control the situation, no snake can enter the resort, please don't panic. Now lot's of you asked me why this is happening well my opinion is that because of the hot sunny weather, the climate change, the rainy and dryness, snakes are active pradatory if they find food much easier they build their muscular mass, they shade more often and that creates a need for reproduction, with optimal conditions.The female snake can lay 20 to 60 eggs, in the wild the eggs don't usually survive so that is one of the reason of such many eggs, some of the eggs are infertile those are named slugs... Now it's time to identify some types of snakes like the coral snake, we have the picture in the left corner as you can see, the king Cobra on the right, you can see the beautiful head, magrove snake in the middle. "

"Mr Williard, may we have a moment... Your snake presentation was fascinating but i would like to know more about those snake accident..."

"Such a shame indeed, me and my good friends put a lot of efforts in this company, to be attacked by those creatures... What on Earth is going on?Imagine being bitten by a snake and then ended up hung, who would do such a thing and why?"

"Do you have a greenhouse, sir?"

"Oh yes, is where we keep some of the most rare flower species, my mother loved them, we are trying to protect them by giving them what they need, i am afraid that the ground quality had dropped in the past years. We need to be prepared for anything as humans. "

Helen was in her light blue dress, she looked for any sign of a potential anomaly on the guests that were coming, the heels was killing her, even if it was an elegant event she wish to have brought a pair of sneakers. It was some few moments later that she felt a hand on her shoulder, turning around Hope had found an interesting familiar face, this time he Was wearing a dark light mask which made her was sad a little, Hope considered the color of detective eyes very beautiful and unique, she couldn't understand why would detective Void choose to hide it.

"And what are you doing here? With another SCPs bussiness? This place is the last place i would expected to see SCP foundation members. "

Hope was taken back a little, the detective voice was a little cold and dark, that was strange for her, it was like he was there with her but still he was not.

She didn't wanted to make a scene, yes Hope was a little hurt, but it's not like she would actually admit it, It had to be diplomatic, the diplomacy was always the key to success.

"Look, i don't know why you are acting like a jerk, but not really...Well, yes, sort off... We intercepted some strange calls from this center being attacked by snakes..."

"Is that all? Is there something more about it and you won't tell me just because it is a foundation thing to do, who is the jerk now?"

"Why are you acting like this? You know very well if some objects are involve in this, how dangerous it can get... Clearly, you mister detective can't keep away from these anomalies..."

"It's nice to see how much you care!"

"I don't like it when people are getting hurt, i am trying to change something for the better..."

"You don't make such a good job..."

"Look forward mister detective, what do you see, those people are afraid, to think this all started two months ago when first Mr Williard found a strange gift box on his desk and when he opened it, it had sheded snake skin along with an actual dead venomous snake in it. Of course you don't have to believe me you can ask him in person. "

"Well, it's the moment we all have been looking for, before we end this i want to thank you all for all of your support even in those hard dark moments, on your seat you will find a box that is a gift from our company to you, dear guests, together we made a better year. I felt honored to be here with you today."

As everybody was preparing to open their gifts, looking at the box detective Void had a feeling about that, something told him to stay away from ot and his reflections kicked in.

"Wait a second, do not open the box! Hope the boxes now! "

Hope throw her gift box as well, the others were confused and some people started to scream, they could hear some kind of hiss coming and the first thing they thought was it might be a bomb.

"Those are taipan snakes, they are native from Australia."

"You know those snakes well, maybe we can work together, can i see the Laboratory where they recolt the venom from the snakes?"

The next day even When everybody took their breakfast the tension remain thick, the police told the Witnesses to remain in the building as if one or more of them could be the culprit behind all of those acts, they woldn't have been surprised even if they found a snake in their pot of tea.

"Chef inspector Daniel Sunrise and this is my young sergeant Jaxon, we are here to investigate the strange case of the snakes, we need your statement as well as your fingerprints, in this case everybody is a suspect, we are just doing our duty if you may follow us."

"Great, just great, please mister detective Void tell me you had worked with the police in the past... Now we have them on our tail too, great so freaky great. I am so tempted to use amnestics on them after all this is over, they could put us in the jail for something we didn't do...Oh, fuckk my life double it! "

"Hope don't be so drastic the police is not the problem here, we just need to be careful not to arouse suspicions, as far as they know we are cousins and that is all."

Detective Void and Hope could see that it was more to this story so they put aside the whatever Was going on and tried to work as a team, they both were mature enough, plus Hope felt much better with a familiar face, since she wasn't used to work alone, that and too many strangers.

"If you may take a seat, this should be quick, we still have 303 suspects to check them so first question is where were you at 8:21 pm this Tuesday?"

"I was with mister Gorenje talking about the big event that night unfortunately that was postponed because of the discovery and my cousin was waiting his turn for the karaoke number, you can ask our host, Mr Williard."

"Seems fine till now, let us see some ID cards, huh interesting seems like we have a private detective here, I swear that all detectives have this nature that anywhere they go, they will find a mysterious case."

"I would like to offer my assistance in this delicate situation."

"Fine by me, just don't mess up the scene, let us handle it and if you find anything let us know after all this is an official police department business not some detective work.Come on, send the next ones on the list, you two are free to go for now!"

"Ok, i am gonna put myself together! We have to work together to end this nightmare, like i said before those people are afraid, mr Williard is one of the nice people i have meet, always making sure others get their anti-venom if their life are in danger even if they can not afford it."

"Seems like I will take this case, with 4 murders in such a short time and 3 more victims, the police sure are not enough."

"Ahem, you won't be alone mister detective Void, i will help too, i always wanted to work with a detective in secret that is... I sincerely would love to."

"Fine by me, but no SCP foundation business...Also are you saying this only to make yourself feel a little better and find courage? "

"Is not like i can call them, if it's not an anomaly they don't care speaking between you and me and to answer your second question, it is an yes, snakes scares me."

"Great... Now lets find mr Williard office, somethong tells me that he is there, did he mentioned anything about the office?"

"Mr Williard i will take the case, along side with Ms Bright here, we will try to make everything in our power to find the culprit and help the police catch them."

"First thing first this has security cameras, right? I will go and see what the cameras caught and you Hope, i have a list of question s you may address of guests and stuff around here, maybe they saw something."

Thry have been searching and asking question for about an hour and 45 minutes till they finally meet again.

"Well, what did you find out, mister detective Void? Had any luck?"

"Well, not so much, it made me think that whoever is behind this knows well this place, but i found something interesting in mr Greenmark death. You see, mr Greenmark was all alone at the moment when it happened, noone was around but somehow he stumble upon a wire, i suppose it was a bit dark maybe he did not see it and the venomous snakes falls upon him."

"That is crazy indeed, maybe we did not find anything else because the police took the rest already, anyway i also found something interesting."

"I doubt chef inspector Sunrise would leave such an important evidence behind, so what have you found?"

"First Mr Williard and Mr Grinschmoire, the man who was the second death, had an argument two days before, a maid named Sylvia heard them and told the receptionist about it. Unfortunately, Sylvia has been missing for some time, everybody thinks she is sick or that she has left after the second murder..."

"That is strange, maybe Mr Williard hides something from us, he told us there was no trouble at all... And for this maid i wonder why nobody thought she could be dead as well till now?"

"Maybe we should call off today, mister detective Void, i'm tired from all this detective work...Hope you don't mind it but with so many snakes around here i'm feeling much safer with you."

"You can stay, it's not like i can make you leave in the first place, i will read all the answers and organize notes about everything we know so far."

"Goodnight and thank you!"

Even so, the truth was that Helen forgot to take a room, she though that she didn't need it in the first place, nearly almost 3 days without sleep, she just tried to be busy as a bee just to forget about something, anyway if she knows something about men Was that they have big egos.

"Good morning, ready for a new day? I woke up with this feeling which tells me that we are gonna find the last piece of clue to end it today, can not wait. "

"I just spoke with mr Williard, we have a new clue where we can search, i added to my agenda, are you ready for a trip Hope?"

while they were going detective Void saw a white-yellow substancs powder on a top of a rock, it was the same one found in the laboratory were some snakes were held captive, it was indeed odd to find it there since those snakes were caught in the opposite direction away from the place they were.

The door to the cottage was unlocked, but it was more like someone forcing entry, Scratch marks were present on the wooden door. So entering the cottage the two of them begone to search for anything usefull that may had lead them closer to the truth.

While searching detective Void tripped over a ditch almost would have fallen too if he didn't grab the first thing he could get his hands on, slowly revealing a nice nest full of eggs.

"Those eggs are tall, big and heavy, wonder which bird lays them?"

But he did not have time to find the answer When Hope started to speak, by the sound of her voice the detective notice she Was afraid of something.

"Mister detective, there is an anaconda... A 15 feet long life anaconda...Ahh!"

Her heart skip a beat, Hope was paralyzed by fear, the sharp snake tongue hissing at her and the huge opening mouth revealing its sharp fangs was a nightmare before her, she felt like a mouse.

Mister detective Void could see only the half of the body of the giant anaconda, the anaconda was in the position to strike probably it compare Hope with a heavy meal.

Before she knew it, Hope felt on a pile of something, the anaconda head look at her from above but the window Was too small for such a large body shape.

Helen couldn't open her eyes she still Was afraid, of course dealing with anomalies Was much easier for Hope, they have the technology and there were people she could count on, plus an anaconda that long could eat you in a second and you should know better than to provoke such a large snake.

"Am i dead? Am i in a belly of an anaconda?"

She did not dared to open her eyes yet till she felt a hand on her check, the detective wanted to make sure Hope was still alive and to assure her that there were no snakes near her, he sigh as for someone who was kissing the danger almost everyday Hope sure Was more pale than usual.

"No silly, you just passed out, come on, that anaconda won't bother anyone ever again!"

Hope slowly opened her eyes, finally he thought, they could move on, still she wanted to know What was hiding behind the pile on which she had landed.

A mountain of boxes beautifully arranged they were in front of them, and the detective knew, the only question remain Who brought them there?

"Well, at least we know what happened to the gifts that were suppose to be given, are you alright?"

Hope yawned, Who would have known that the cases were so energy-consuming, she looked at detective Void, clearly something was with him but she couldn't figure it out and it's not like they spoke about it. The poor detective must have been shocked too, that snake had been something she was sure they won't forget soon.

"Just a little dizzy, probably from that snake..."

"Put your hand around my shoulder mister detective, let me carry you, we come together, we leave together...ok?Just try to relax, you are too tense."

They reached the resort, mr Williard was waiting together with Karina also there was another police car near, they have been waiting for them.

"Do you need anything, water, are you hungry? I will speak with Mr Williard myself, promise me you will stay here."

"Incredible, an anaconda this tall takes some years and if they have enough food, what happened to the eggs? We can not let such a gene pass, having more anaconda like this it will destroy the eco-sistem."

"Yes, i know, we also found the gift boxes discarded and covered with an old blanket, we didn't found much i'm afraid.

Helen was in one of the dead point, if the detective was right this was the moment they finally catch the one responsable for the unfortunately incidents. It wasn't long before a shadow appear, it was fast, Hope had begun the chase...for her it Was now or never.

She had both of her guns with her, the suspect would have no escape from her, she was determined When she heard a bottle break, and initially thought it was detective Void.

"Well, what do we have here, i will take that... Do you recognize this remainder of broken shard, miss? I will only ask you once, judging by your face, I know you do so let's hear it! "

"I recognize it because i was in the kitchen before, but only because my detective cousin haven't a proper meal and i was worried for him! I told the Head chef if he could make some dumplings for detective Void, it was there when i saw the package with sealed champagne bottles to be given to Mr Williard guests in that evening. "

"How convenient that you just see these bottles, the same bottle with which my sergeant was hit in the head. What i am saying is that you both are liars, do you even know your so called detective cousin name, miss?"

"My name is Simon Angelo Smith, and my cousin Helen Hope Bright doesn't use my name when i do the whole detective work, please stop with this, you are on the wrong track here if you think she has anything to do with this attack!"

"That would make a cute story for children but i'm afraid the facts prove otherwise, hands behind your back miss, you are arrested!"

"Let her go, you have more important things like your sergeant laying bleeding on the floor."

"Hands up you, in the corner right now!I am the one who gives the order here, back in the corner."

"This situation is geting out of control, mister detective..."

They watched for more few seconds, there was when Hope used the B class amnestics on the inspector and his Sergeant, after they left the sergeant on the Infirmary, they put the inspector on a chair somewhere else for when he was going to wake up and left him there.

"There is nothing amnestics can't resolve, now the 24 hours are gone. So glad i have them with me."

Hope and detective Void decided to tell everything they know to Mr Williard, the poor old man was waiting for news like hot bread, the mam understood them and give them the keys.

As they split up again later that night Helen saw something moving, it was big and looked heavy, plus some pleople in uniform but trying to get closer another trap net full of snakes falls on her, lucky Hope knew exactly about it but the sound it made caught unwanted attention which forced her to flee from there.

"Mister detective Void, i saw something... Ah...Ugh, also i think one of the snakes bite me, i can not feel my leg anymore..."

The detective caught her, leaving Hope gently to the ground, then he took the out station he had at hand while trying to make sure the venom wouldn't spread any faster, mister Williard and a team of medics soon arrived after, Hope attempted to make some jokes, she didn't wanted to put more salt on the wound.

"Obviously for someone who got bitten by a venomous snake you are pretty chilling and vibing... Glad to see you are not the type who would scream their lungs out!" One of the paramedics said as a joke, it was nice to see someone agreeing with her, slowly turning her head in detective Void direction.

"See mister detective Void, i told you i am a tough cookie, not made of sugar...And why should i scream when i know everything will be fine, after all i have the best detective i could ever ask for right next to me and a dedicated rescue team!"

After a while only detective Void and mr Williard remain, the detective carefully planned the next move, he was very focus looking straight at the door, maybe it was time to put an end to this whole saga.

Mister Williard looked at the detective, him and the girl risked so much for the sake of his business and for the lives of the others, he had to encourage the young man somehow but didn't know how.

"It's lovely to see how much faith she has in you, as a young couple I assume...Don't worry we will keep an eye close to her, Hope is in good hand, now you can go and finish what you want to do."

Those words took him back, he slowly took two steps back, couldn't believe what he was hearing... Sure, he and Hope Were a little closer after all they have been through but a couple, the answer was simple: no.

"Am I that obvious?"

"It's just an old man thought, i used to be very protective of my sweetheart as well when i was young.When we, men, find the right person for us we don't know where is left and where is right anymore!"

"Alright, i am going to work on some paper, you know hospital related, don't move around too much, let the anti-venom do it's job and drink lots of liquid..." The nurse slowly put her hand on Hope left shoulder, encouraging Hope, while she left, Helen moved her head to the window, knowing the detective she couldn't stop being worried at what he might do all alone with the" vipers".

"Please be careful mister detective Void, don't get hurt!"

Detective Void enters the room, somehow he knows exactly what to expect, he didn't know how, he just did, the room colors gave him a headache and the smell of perfume, it wasn't like an ordinary criminal case where the walls were old and smelly with some visible mold.

"l must say i have found our marriage boring at one point, he was always looking at young women, do you know how boring that was? Even when it was our anniversary he couldn't take off his eyes of some maid ass or chest, made me sick...Tell me detective what would have been the point if we got divorced? why shouldn't i have all his money and even have more money from those sales? Elegance lies in snakeskin, shoes, coats, hats, purses, Wallets, i could have rule the world, me a woman, a fresh widow which doesn't give a penny for that weak pig cheater!"

"You bribe your husband and Mr Williard economic agent to do your dirty work just so you could eliminate him later. After you got what you wanted you left those papers in one of Mr Williard books as a clue for the police to find it later, so that they would thought he is the one responsable. Two birds with one stones!"

"Exactly detective and if you were smart enough, you would have left things just the way they are."

"Well, it turns out there's nothing more to say then..."

"Exactly. Goodbye detective!"

"What a wonderful terrifying experience we had, right mister detective? Also thank you for saving me again, i just can't keep my little tail out of trouble, don't I? So, um...would you like to meet more? It's not like you keep yourself out of the whole anomaly situations anyway..."

It's been a week since the police arrested Mrs Grinschmoire and the whole operation shut down, Hope felt better and she just finished her entire report of course without mention the detective, she knows Matei and Vivienne would not let her go that easy especially after she was bitten but Helen could live with that.

Chef inspector Sunrise and some other police fellow found the suspect in the middle of the room, her gun was five meters thrown away from Mrs Grinschmoire as she was on her knee looking like a crazy old lady, nobody could find an explanation, they also found a confesion voice recording type along side with money and a large snakeskin clothing range, soon after they found the rest of accomplices, unfortunately Sylvia was found dead.

"Speak for yourself, Hope i am busy..."

"Well, i tried, what can i say more? Just, try not to get yourself killed, alright? Hope we meet again, i can't wait for it, so much fun when you are around..."

"Before we take a different path again I feel like there is something else you want to say to me, your expression gives you away, so what is it?"

"I...Mister detective would you like to go and see... The next time we meet each other maybe we could go together and...Damn, it's much harder to say what i want to say... Look ok, since you like so much to... All those SCPs thing, maybe one day we could make a visit to this lovely place which is a SCP, it has an incredible view..."

"I have one question first:why me?"

"Because just don't ask, i don't have an aswer, i just want to show you the good part of the scps not only the bad one..."

"I will think about it and don't worry if i accept i will let you know after all i am a detective and i always have my ways."

"I would never thought the other way anyway, mister detective Void, till then take care, hope i will see you soon!"

They shook hands and then the door closed behind the detective, he had done well for now, sure never doubt himself ever again maybe after all this detective Void will find the right path to find what he has lost.

The end!

The simple drawing without text:

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#it's just a fanfic #fanfiction #scp universe #detective void #not my oc #find him on Youtube

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forabeatofadrum · 6 months

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Hello hello. How about Fusion Dance. So Much Better as a College AU?

Oooooooh OKAY.

For the ones unaware, this is So Much Better's summary:

Kurt is very excited to make his Broadway debut in Deaf West’s production of Legally Blonde. He plays the Voice of Emmett and he has to work with Blaine, a Deaf actor who’s been part of the show since the very beginning. They grow closer through the process.

I actually started writing a new beginning of the fic, to re-do some world building, but that wasn't very Klaine-y at all, so I am instead taking a scene from the middle.

Disclaimer: I know nothing about press for college shows and exchanges and whatever. I'm winging it.

AMDA is a school for performing arts, so people usually have high expectations of an AMDA show. Still, this amount of interest is new for everyone involved.

This is the first time AMDA has an exchange with Gallaudet, so also the first time they're using sign language in a musical. As a result, a lot of regional press is so interested that AMDA decided to host a small press conference or sorts.

Rachel revels in it, because it "prepares her for the real deal". Kurt's a bit nervous. He also wants to go to the Great White Way, which means doing press, but he's a complete newbie. He's paired with Blaine, since they share the role, and luckily Blaine knows what he's doing. They actually met up the day before to go over possible answers for possible questions.

“So, what is it like to play this character together?” the interviewer asks. The interpreter is stood next to them.

Kurt turns to Blaine to see if he wants to answer first. Blaine notices and raises his hands.

“It’s really fun,” he answers and Kurt can’t help but smile.

SAME, he signs, which in turn makes Blaine smile.

“It is a unique experience and a collaborative project,” Blaine continues, “I couldn't believe it when it was announced I could go on exchange to LA! Gallaudet is in Washington D.C., and it's a Deaf bubble, so to break out of it is a bit scary, but I am so happy to do it and to perform this show with Kurt. It is really cool to learn Kurt’s perspective as well. It’s clashed sometimes, but it’s great to actually be able to have a conversation about Emmett. We both really care for him.”

“Yes,” Kurt cuts in when he realises Blaine’s done, “We’ve jokingly referred to Emmett as our son.” Kurt also signs SON when he says that.

The interviewer laughs at that. Kurt and Blaine do too. Blaine’s laugh is nice to hear. It’s quiet. Then the interviewer asks questions about their degrees.

Kurt's answer is quite generic. The people who will read this are either from AMDA LA, or are interested in AMDA LA. Gallaudet, on the other hand, is unknown, so Kurt gives Blaine the room to promote his school and he steps back to watch. Blaine is so passionate about it.

But then he hears how Blaine had to defend his choice to study acting at Gallaudet. His parents didn't like the idea of it. Blaine is once again great with the press, because he makes it part of a larger issue and he asks for awareness that Deaf people can succeed everywhere.

Now, Kurt's actually a bit sad that this won't reach a lot of readers.

The interviewer thanks them afterwards.

WOW, Blaine signs, since the interpreter followed the interviewer. That was planned.

YOU OKAY? Kurt asks.

I’M FINE, Blaine answers, I NEED A BREAK.

Kurt looks around. There is still some press, but really, it isn't that big of a deal and Rachel is fine with demanding the attention.

LET’S GO, Kurt signs and he nods towards a door that leads out of the rehearsal space. Kurt doesn’t know how to sign “just for a small minute”, so he signs SECRET, SMALL, FAST and luckily Blaine gets it. The two slip out of the room unnoticed.

Once they’re in a hallway, Kurt leans against the wall and he lets out a deep breath.

His phone buzzes in his pocket. He looks over to Blaine, who has a phone in his hand.

BA: So that was a lot, wasn’t it?

KH: If I may ask, why do your parents dislike your acting degree? What you said sounds kinda rough

After all, Kurt can’t imagine his dad not being supportive. Yes, his dad has also had doubts and concerns, but he still fought for Kurt. Kurt still gets a warm feeling when he thinks about his dad going to McKinley, demanding that Kurt should be allowed to try out for Defying Gravity. He didn’t understand it, but he knew Kurt wanted it.

By the time Kurt’s out of his thoughts, he sees that Blaine has sent a long answer.

BA: It was, but it could’ve been worse. My parents at least sign. 80% of hearing parents do not sign. They didn’t have this view in their head that Deafness is something that needs to be fixed. My family learnt ASL for me, they let me to go a Deaf school, and they did a lot for me in that regards. Thanks to them I am the confident person I am today and I had a language and a culture and a community.They did so much to help me excel, and then I choose acting? But in the end, what they did is called good parenting, and with good parenting, I shouldn’t feel like I owe it to them to give up on my dreams just because they don’t agree with me.

How are your parents?

I never really asked.

KH: We never really talked about it.

BA: True

KH: My mom died when I was young, but she always encouraged the creative side. My dad and stepmom as well.

I told you Finn’s my brother, right?

My stepmom is his mom.

Our parents couldn’t be more proud of us.

BA: Sorry to hear about your mom

But glad to hear your stepmom is lovely

KH: Well I am glad to hear it’s all okay with your family now.

BA: Yeah better late than never

The two of them share a small smile. Their moment gets interrupted when the door opens and Lauren, the Deaf actress who plays Enid, pokes her head around the corner. She looks relieved when she finds them.

THERE YOU ARE, she signs.

SORRY, Kurt and Blaine both sign immediately.

WE NEEDED A BREAK, Blaine signs.

Lauren looks at Blaine, then to Kurt, then back to Blaine. A smile forms on her face and she has an amused look on her face. Kurt tries to see if Blaine gets why Lauren is looking at them like that, but Blaine looks slightly confused as well.

Lauren signs something but it’s too advanced for Kurt to keep up, but Blaine notices and quickly texts it to him.

BA: They were looking for us, so we should probably head inside.

OKAY, Kurt signs, I UNDERSTAND.

Together they follow Lauren back inside.

#ask #rockitmans #ngl the moment kurt and blaine leave the room is kinda a copy-paste cause it doesn't really need to be changed for this setting #holy fuck I wrote #2023 #YOU ALSO PICKED A DIFFICULT FIC TO FUSE LIKE THIS

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blackbird-brewster · 1 year

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Friday Fic Recs

What I've Read:

Criminal Minds, JJ/Emily, WC: 7882 (WIP) Author: sunshineandguns (@cargopantsprentiss) || Rated: T

Why I Love It: Wholesome and fluffy, which has been a much needed palate cleanser in between chipping away at my WIP. The newest chapter is so warm and fuzzy. Sunshineandguns has a way to building tension with brevity and I relish her writing style.

Criminal Minds, JJ/Elle + JJ/Elle/Emily, WC: 1624 (WIP) Author: wrensumbreon || Rated: E

Why I Love It: I miss Elle so much and I have always shipped her with JJ, this fic is really lovely and full of potential. I hope the author comes back to it at some point, because there is so much that could be explored with the dynamic between JJ/Elle/Emily.

Criminal Minds, JJ/Emily, WC: 12,784+ (WIP) Author: sunshineandguns || Rated: E

Why I Love It: This canon divergent AU has everything I could hope for in a Jemily fic. The angst is unmatched, thick with tension, the inner turmoil between JJ and Emily is incredibly in character and the SMUT!?!?!?! HOLY SHIT THE SMUT!?!!!!! I have absolutely bookmarked this fic for masturbatory purposes. It really ticks every box, I cannot recommend this one highly enough.

Criminal Minds, JJ/Emily, WC: 5119 Author: notabene187 || Rated: E

Why I Love It: Just really well written smut!! I don't usually engage with Top!Emily fics, bc it's not really my HC. But this was done so very well and the dynamic between JJ/Emily was very true to character. Love how this fic wove in bits of canon and made them hit different in the context of the fic. I haven't seen a lot of Jemily CME smut, so this was really sexy! (Totally masturbatory worthy!)

What I'm Writing:

Criminal Minds, JJ/Emily, WC: 47,197+ (WIP)

Update: I just posted Chapter 8 and things are getting really serious now. I originally slated this fic to be seven chapters, then thought it'd be ten, and now I have it planned to be thirteen total chapters. I'm very excited to share where this goes from here. Stay tuned!

Criminal Minds, Tara/Rebecca/JJ, WC: 10,119+ (WIP)

Update: Thank you for everyone's patience! I finally got chapter 2 posted after a couple of months of writer's block. Canon really broke my heart and I am dedicated to giving Tara/Rebecca the happiness they were robbed of in the show, and part of that is giving them a bit of JJ as a treat!

More Fic Recs Under the Cut

Multi-Fandom Fic Recs

My partner and I have been watching Warehouse 13, so naturally I'm back on my Bering and Wells bullshit. They're such a great pair and if you haven't watched Warehouse 13 it's absolutely worth checking out. I'm also always dipping in and out of Critical Role fics so this week, I've included recs are a range of fandoms, maybe you'll find something that piques your interest!

Warehouse 13, Myka/Helena, WC: 1940 Rated: E, Author: lilolilyrae

Why I Love It: I love the tension here, the author's really captured the authenticity of Myke and HG, their characters really shines through in this work. Not to mention it's extremely sexy.

Critical Role, Laudna/Imogen, (Fanart) Author: @astoriacolumnstaircase

Why I Love It: Astoria's drawing style is so gorgeous, I love everything they draw and these comics are such a joy. We actually have a couple of their prints framed on our wall! I think this is my favourite visualisation of Laudna to be honest.

Other Recommendations:

Past Friday Fic Recs: [Friday Fic Recs - Tumblr] || [CM Fic Recs - AO3 Collection]

Criminal Minds Rec Lists: [JJ/Emily] || [Tara/Emily] || [CM Femslash]

My Fics: [Jemily] || [Temily] || [All]

#criminal minds #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #jemily #elle greenaway #cm fanfiction #cm fic rec #friday fic rec

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strifesolution · 2 years

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Ok so I finally managed to get the time to catch up on 5r6c and holllyyyy shitt

I'm not usually a western au fan but this fic might have me changing my mind, it's so much fun to read!

Seán is so understandable with his grudge, Kevin is the best sheriff ever and Jim Pickens is obviously the best character, and Daithi and Brian's bond makes me feel soft, I'm a sucker for old friends

Also seeing the girls (and Grian!) as cameos was a delight

And Dan. DAN MAKES ME FEEL EVERY EMOTION. Oh he's so sweet and my heart absolutely aches for him, he deserves the world.

Needless to say, I'm very excited for Act 2 (and Spiff!!!)

ignore the delayed respond on this LOL anyways THIS IS SO SWEET!!!!! we’re so so glad you enjoy it and hopefully will continue to because OHHH boy there’s a lot planned. i’m not sure ive explicitly said it here, but we’ve had an ending planned out from the very beginning, it’s just a matter of actually GETTING there :>

also, like, out of the comments and asks and stuff weve gotten, everyone seems to comment on daithi and brian in this fic which i am DELIGHTED by. if there’s one thing i will say, sometimes i do get worried about our characterization, but i try not to much, because i remember the lads themselves have no established “canon.” we’re just taking the personalities we get from the videos they’re in together and turning them into characters to put in a different setting. so like, some suspension of disbelief is alright to move the plot, as long as they’re accurate enough

...that being said, daithi and brian’s interactions in this fic is the one exception to this, as in, every time we write them together i feel we are being 100% accurate in their characterization. i look at a dialogue exchange and then i open 1 (one) video with them together and i’m like “this is perfect we have their voices spot on and no one can say otherwise” (okay that’s an exaggerated humble brag but i AM proud of how much i feel we’ve got them right in this fic)

i remember van showing this part at the beginning of chapter 9 to me and saying “well i think it’s funny but idk if we should keep it” and i was like “no we HAVE to keep this it’s fucking perfect”

also. dan. oh theres so many things i can say that i will keep quiet about for now but i am veeeery excited to get to.

#resisting the urge to reply to every part of this because otherwise this answer would be ten paragraphs long #but grian will come up again in a very obvious way and it’s something i’m not sure anyone’s caught onto yet #as well as kiwo specifically #chapter 14 (technically update 15 because the letter isn’t counted as an actual chapter in our notes) is longer than 10 #which was our longest thus far #and they’re only going to get longer #WISH I COULD SAY MORE THINGS #the ‘writing two chapters in advance’ rule is a blessing and a curse lol #ask #5r6c #western au #daithi de nogla #terroriser #tagging those two bc I talk abt them the most #sorry Kevin and Sean you exist too #in fact VERY excited for their next solo chapters hue hue hue

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holyunholycluster · 1 year

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homestuck ask game: 🌈 🚫 🔨

Thank you so much for sending some in, hope you've all been enjoying 4/13!

This is going to get so very long, which is exciting but also 😅

tumblr's new editor really made this harder than it needed to be

↳ Game link; Status ⇢ Open; People playing in this post ⇢ 3

➤ 🌈 Did you or the trolls you knew have your canonical blood colors, or alternate blood colors?

Callopie;

i can't really answer this question with much assurance. i never met any of them. my experiences with trolls was close to, if not, nothing and i don't know the blood colour of the ones i did meet from what I can tell from my conversations I had with my counterpart Callopie and with jade I think most matched with canon except it sounded like a couple were different but how I am not sure just how they spoke it feels like a few were different

Mituna Captor;

JU57 7H74R71NG W17H 175 W31RD N07 70 U7H3 MY QU1RK WH3N 7YP1NG but I wanna be easily understood and not look like a total ass I got up a website to let me see what the canon colors are for everyone and it looks like I'm definitely on the AU side of things. I match so I thought everyone else did but no!

I know it's 0V3R K1LL but I coded up a little table to show canon vs mine underlined everything different on my side in case it's hard to see. I got the colors as close as I could without working on it too hard.

Hephaestus pass not thinking they can add anything.

➤ 🚫 What's one thing about your experience that Homestuck gets wrong?

Callopie;

none of us have read the part of the comic where I come to play so I only have what little I can look at to reference but I think the main details that are wrong in the comic for me is it feels like the comic portrays why I made my Choice much differently than what I feel is why I did many write it up to being in response to knowing I cannot complete my session so I simply give up I never gave up. I just wasn't worried about completing my session in the first place. I had different intentions going into the game than my counterpart did and it meant my reaction would also be different. I was not disappointed I could not win and made my Choice in spite of it I planned my choice long before that point. I can't say how or why but it was something I knew I would end up doing and accepted it and did not live depressed of this fact but happy I could use my doomed timeline to help others from my brother

Mituna Captor;

My memory beyond really small details that aren't really apart of the bigger deal I don't all remember that well. it's like concussion maddness and I'm just relaxing these days I'd like to think things other than the blood color stuff and who's who's dancester are the only things but who knows. I don't remember a whole lot, just how nice it is with Kurloz

Hephaestus;

I Can't Really Say Homestuck Got Much Wrong, It Just Left So Much Empty That Disappoints Me. So Little About Some Parts Of Our Duties And Who We Are Was Left Alone It Is Sad. We Play Such A Big Part In The Players Lives And We Played So Little But As Words In The Story Proper.

➤ 🔨 Did you have a sylladex? How did it work?

Callopie;

oh I barely even think about my dex anymore but it was a miracle juju dex. it worked no different than what the juju dex is, for the most part. it only added an effect at random it would released something from either of our inventory when it 'felt it was time'.

Mituna Captor;

I had two different sylladexes I used at the same time. one was a vending machine modus I just mostly used for storing drinks and food because it was fun and made me a profit-- it let you put things in it and it'll be stored in a vending machine, obvious, but you'd need to input money to get anything out unless you had a key and then you could take whatever you wanted out and get the boons people spent on it. yea it was a modus that was usable by anyone not just me my second one I don't remember the name but it made everything I put in it covered in black, and I'd have to guess or just use psionic powers to see what's what. liked it for the privacy

Hephaestus;

I Don't Have A Sylladex Being What I Am But I Wish I Had One. If I Had A Choice I Would Have A Dex Around Building Or Heat Maybe I Need A Vacation.

#our text #blackheart-biohazards #413blazeit #□ ー c a l l i o p e ¤ d o o m #□ ー m i t u n a #□ ー h e p h a e s

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wincore · 3 years

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field day | jung sungchan

pairing: sungchan x fem!reader

synopsis: when you, as cheer captain, are best friends with the pride and joy of the soccer team, rumors are bound to fly around.

genre: high school au, soccer au, bff2l, fluff

words: 7.5k

warnings: language, jung “the risk i took was calculated but man am i bad at math” sungchan

request: sungchan + ball + “ everyone is looking at us. is that a good or a bad thing? ” (from the first option) ^__^

song recs: after school - weeekly / pleaser - wallows / some - bol4 / sweet talk - saint motel / love so sweet - cherry bullet

a/n: i tried recalling some hs memories for this and im hoping i wasnt the only one that went through the “shipped with a random dude” ordeal LOL. i haven’t written shorter fics in a while so i’m glad i got to. tq for requesting, lovepie <33

In high school, peer pressure tends to come in different forms. For you, it’s taken the shape of this.

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

You look around your classmates, scanning each and every face chanting with glee like you’re a star player scoring the winning point. The tall figure shifts beside you, glancing at you like a blinking idiot. You’re not even on the losing team but it feels just as frustrating.

You glare at the boy beside you. The trouble is Jung Sungchan. The trouble has always been Jung Sungchan.

“Come on!” Chenle calls with a teasing grin from the buzzing crowd. The little shit. It’s getting hotter with each minute you spend by the green soccer field and its dusty chalked lines, just at the tip of the bleachers. You didn’t even get enough time to breathe before you were surrounded, the soccer team pushing a stumbling Sungchan onto you. It’s too sunny for this today.

“The star soccer player gets a kiss from the lead cheerleader after a winning game! That’s the rule.” Chenle announces.

Sungchan looks at you and you turn to him, the both of you looking at each other like fish out of water. Even though you’ve clarified at least a hundred times that you’re just friends, your peers don’t seem to be satisfied. (“Famous last words,” they say.)

“No,” you say, firmly.

“No,” Sungchan agrees, nodding his head wisely.

“Don’t copy me,” you say, smacking his chest, and a quiet ‘oof’ escapes his mouth.

The fact that you’ve been best friends since Sungchan offered you a light green crayon in elementary school just fuels the idea that you have to date. There’s this difference between elementary school kids teasing and high school kids teasing—it was so much easier back when boys were afraid of cooties from girls. It was innocent too. Now, it’s more of nudges and sly grins, teasing with unnecessary innuendo. (What else do you expect from teenagers experiencing puberty?) It doesn’t stop you from being best friends though. Sungchan still visits on Fridays to get on your mom’s nerves and help you with homework (or try to). You still have all the little trinkets he’s gifted you over the years and the lock to his phone is still your birthday. You’re best friends and strictly that.

When you got into the same middle school though is when it started going downhill. Holding his hand was awkward, touching him in any way was awkward and god forbid you compliment him on something. The kids around you would run across the halls saying “(name) likes Sungchan!” or the other way around sometimes. Heathens, the lot of them. But at the very least, he wasn’t too fazed and you wonder how he could be that even-tempered. If it was just you feeling that way, then maybe you did like him more than he did you.

You shake it off.

Sungchan’s much more grown now and at least a foot taller since his awkward adolescent years; he looks handsomer too but you wouldn’t be caught dead saying it out loud. After all, it’s only going to spark another debate on the anonymous school forum. (“(name) finds Jung Sungchan attractive, they’re totally dating.” “I knew it. A boy and a girl can’t be friends, especially if they’re both good looking.”) If you’re being honest, you hate the rumours so much—it’s one of the reasons, apart from puberty, stopping you from being as close as before. However, you do understand that this is how the passage of time works. You’re not going to be spending all of your time with each other, yes, but you still regard him as important. Your life is too busy now, with exams and practice—and you’d think a busy bee would get some honey as reward.

Sungchan’s curls stick to his forehead, unruly after he wiped at them with a towel. The sunlight plays with his eyes when he looks at you intently and you shrug. The smell of sweat is starting to make you nauseous. You remember that you too need to take a shower.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you mumble.

“Not today?” He asks.

You shake your head. “The girls have a plan.”

It’s not just the sweat. Or the crowds. You don’t like being here at all. There’s one more problem with this place.

You hate soccer.

And by hate, you mean you despise it. Like you’ll throw up at the sight of it. What’s so riveting about a bunch of smelly, sweaty guys excited about chasing a patterned ball? You’ve tried to understand it but every time your dad explains the rules, you find yourself zoning out of whatever alien language he speaks.

Sungchan has been the closest to getting you to understand the game and even then, you refused to learn. It’s not like you’re society’s definition of girly—but you’re not a tomboy either. The school has granted you the “ice queen with a warm interior” stereotype so you’ll just go with that. To be honest, you’re just a little more awkward at open affection than your friends. (And Sungchan has the “friendly beagle” stereotype which you’ll agree is partly true. He’s more of a retriever though, with that size.) It’s just funny how you can never seem to know who you are but other people see so clearly.

You hurry up to the locker rooms and hope for a better evening than this afternoon.

The sky burns blue and you wipe the sweat off your brow once you step out of the changing room. Cooling off from your shower has gone to waste. Adjusting your school skirt, you take your usual strides to the school gates.

Ryujin seems to be showing Yuna a very flamboyant dance move while the latter hypes her up. Ryujin is in her gym uniform because she has no care for her reputation apparently, but she makes it work. Yuna’s about to show her own move when she notices you and waves at you vigorously enough to make you jog towards her and stop embarrassing herself in front of the after school crowd. But then again, she’s too cute for that.

“We got bored waiting for you,” Yuna explains, voice hoarse from her cold. Poor thing wasn’t let into performing because of it. “Do you wanna see our cool new move? Ryujin came up with it!”

Ryujin rolls her eyes. “You’re trying to advertise me to (name) so she can recruit me into cheerleading, aren’t you?”

You smile and cross your arms, facing Yuna who’s been caught mid-act. She smiles sheepishly and pats your shoulder like she just said a funny joke.

“Actually…” You begin and Ryujin holds up her arms in a cross.

“No. Never. I’m already part of the hip-hop dance club.”

“I was going to say that I’ll join you instead.”

Yuna gasps in betrayal, big eyes widening, and Ryujin grins before sticking her tongue out and potentially ruining her image with that expression. She doesn’t care, however.

“Anyway, I can’t wait to get to college and join a dance club.” Ryujin looks at the two of you excitedly. “I keep getting snaps from Yeji and feel so jealous.”

Yuna pouts. “Don’t be so happy about leaving me.”

“Aw, is the baby afraid of not getting any more sisterly doting?” Ryujin teases and you laugh at the disgruntled expression on Yuna’s face.

“Don’t worry,” Ryujin continues with a sly grin. “Taehyun’s here to keep you company for another year.”

Yuna turns red in the face, a high pitched complaint emitting from her throat. “I told you to keep quiet about that!”

“Oh, what’s this?” You wiggle your eyebrows. “We’re starting boy talk early today.”

Yuna huffs. “At least, mine’s just a crush. I don’t know what relationship status: complicated you have going on with Mr. Soccer Captain.”

You flush hotly. “There’s no relationship status to be complicated about! Seriously, why does everyone think we’re a thing?”

“You’re cheer captain and he’s soccer captain,” Ryujin answers logically. “Plus, you’re best friends.”

“You have a lot of sexual tension,” Yuna answers honestly.

You make a face, slipping your arms into theirs and pulling them along the sidewalk. You better get something to drink before the sky starts to turn purple from pink tinged blue.

“Ooh, another desperate attempt from (name) to not get teased,” Ryujin leans back to whisper to Yuna.

You stop walking. “Wait. Where are we going?”

Yuna shakes her head. “I’ll lead the way.”

Skipping over the concrete sidewalk, you laugh at your friends and their stories (read: Ryujin gushing over Yeji’s college dance club and Yuna’s newfound crush on Taehyun). The blue sky has tinged orange by now but it’s the sort of colour that sits in between more significant timeframes, like night and evening. Passing by a city square, you eye the people with wonder. A girl in a pink skirt skateboards smoothly over the concrete, her boyfriend filming her with a loving smile.

“We’re here!” Yuna announces.

You look around the large open plaza, with people of all ages and in different attires trying out skateboarding and rollerblading over the grey concrete. It’s been getting popular lately, with idol pop stars taking to it too but you never knew there was this big a community. There seems to be a few stalls renting out skateboards too. The wind caresses your hair, evening cool settling in nicely on your skin. The sky is purple but it’s lit up with the city buildings and street lamps flickering on. It’s not a bad day at all.

Someone catches your attention. A boy that sticks out like a sore thumb everywhere he goes.

“Sungchan?!”

Your eyes somehow always settle on his figure, tall and standing out in the crowd of teenagers. He clutches his blue bag, the one he’s had since third grade, close to his chest and looks more like a tourist in this place than a frequent visitor. He’s not the only one in school uniform now that you’re here.

“(name)!”

You hate how you love the way his face lights up when he sees you. You’re not actually into him. It’s your friends brainwashing you.

“I was going to invite you,” Sungchan says, a sorry smile on his face.

Ryujin and Yuna frown at each other but you can’t exactly ask the reason for it.

“Isn’t it great we had the same plans?” he beams at the three of you.

Yuna suppresses a smile and you wonder why. It’s not like your friends would know he’d be here—you’d know first as best friend.

"How did you guys come across this place?" He asks, eyes round with curiosity.

"Somi's Tiktok," Yuna answers, smiling. "We thought she works here but if she really was, guys would be swarming this place."

Ryujin raises her eyebrows. "Speaking of which, I can clearly see why there are so many girls here."

Sungchan beams, turning to you for affirmation and when you don't give him any, he drops his grin to a more polite smile.

“I don’t work at the stalls though,” he answers. “I’ve just been here a few times.”

“You’re trying to learn, aren’t you?” Ryujin asks, raising an eyebrow.

He nods. However, you furrow your eyebrows at her. How does she know? Eyes widening, you realize it must be the school forum. You remember reading a post about a student wanting to learn skateboarding and the wording felt familiar but you didn’t think much. How they figured it out, you will never know.

“Oh! Oh, I think my nose is bleeding. Oh god.” Yuna sniffs vehemently, her finger at her nose. “I think I’m going to need Ryujin to get me to a clinic.”

Linking her arm through Ryujin’s, Yuna makes an apologetic expression and runs off into a particularly crowded area.

You blink. The realization dawns.

"They just left me," you tell him, exasperated. "How could they just leave me?"

He shrugs. "My team left me at a rival school's field once."

Great. Your last outing before midterms and your friends have abandoned you. If this is the case, you wonder why they complain about you spending so much time with Sungchan and allegedly ignoring them.

You regain a sense of your surroundings and turn to him. "Wait. They really left you?"

He nods diligently, eyes trained upwards as he tries to recall the memory. "I told you, didn’t I? On the plus side though, I made friends with the opposite team."

"That's so… cute."

Your cheeks heat up at saying it out loud. If Sungchan is affected by it in any way, he doesn't show it. Instead, he has his usual smile on.

“Do you wanna try?” he asks. “Skateboarding. Or rollerblading but I personally don’t recommend that.”

He curls his lips, shaking his head slightly. You laugh. Of course this beanpole has trouble balancing on skates.

"I- I figured you'd be good at skateboarding. Since, you know, you're so balanced and all."

You raise an eyebrow. "You wanna add skateboarding to your resume or something?"

"Yeah, that and the ability to imitate dog sounds. Wanna see?"

"No, thanks. I’ll pray this weekend to cure your furry behaviour."

Before he can respond, you’re interrupted by a whirlwind of colours and excited calls. A few girls run up to the two of you, younger and probably in middle school, flocking to Sungchan like bees to honey. Never in your life have you felt so ignored as in this singular moment.

You blink, turning to Sungchan who looks like a rather helpless, flustered eye of the hurricane. The winds don't seem to be stopping any time soon.

You clear your throat trying to get their attention.

"Wow, you brought your girlfriend?" One of the girls exclaims, sounding disappointed.

The other girls make similar whines of disappointment and you have half the heart to whack them over the head and tell them to focus on their academics instead of boys.

"You're so lucky to have him as your boyfriend," a girl comments, round eyes brimming with jealousy.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you declare sharply.

Sungchan looks at you with his doe eyes, blinking cartoonishly. You nudge him with your elbow.

“Yeah!” He agrees, with far too much gusto to be believable. “I’m not (name)’s boyfriend. I have no idea why everyone keeps saying that.”

“Let’s go, babe,” you say, resisting the urge to stick your tongue out at the girls. They’re younger than you and you have high school dignity, you remind yourself.

Slipping your hand into his, you take a few long strides away from them before you realize what you said.

“I- I did- I didn’t mean to call you babe,” you sputter, pulling your hand from his to look at him with wide eyes.

“It’s okay though?”

Sungchan raises an eyebrow and slips his hand back into yours, smiling.

“I don’t mind the rumours, you know?” He says honestly but his smile feels all too teasing. “Maybe we should go out for real.”

You huff, separating yourself from him again. “Maybe you just love attention. Disgusting.”

You point an accusatory finger at him and he bites at it playfully.

“While you're here, wanna see a cool trick I learned?" He straightens only having to tilt his head to look at you.

"If it's you falling on your face, then yes."

"I mean, hey, I could totally do that. Done that several times actually."

You smile despite trying your hardest not to. You like this about him—that he’s easygoing enough to make you look at life less seriously. If it’s with him, you could quit everything that makes you unhappy and start everything you love.

“So where is your skateboard?” you ask, walking side by side with him, who has finally learned to match your pace.

“It’s with one of my friends,” he answers, and points to a tall girl with long brown hair, wearing a pair of tomboyish shorts and T-shirt. Another girl with short hair and a bucket hat accompanies her, wearing a long hoodie and shorts, but she leaves before you reach them. They must be from a different school because you’ve never seen them before. The first thing that pops into your head is that they’d be good replacements for your cheerleading position if you were ever to leave. You shake your head. Now is not the time.

“That’s Jimin!” he introduces, and you wonder how he’s this way—how he makes friends so easily.

Jimin waves at Sungchan and then proceeds to ask if you’re his girlfriend with a big smile, like a script being followed everywhere you go.

She seems a little disappointed at the answer. “Well, I was going to suggest one of the couples skateboards.”

You flash her an awkward smile.

“But those are pretty difficult! I’ve been here for a month and my idea of skateboarding is still sitting on it while Soeun pushes me around. That’s my friend, by the way.”

“Ah.” You nod. “This is my first time skateboarding, actually. The only ‘sport’ I’ve ever done is cheerleading.”

Jimin furrows her eyebrows before her eyes widen. “Wait a minute. You’re the cheerleader best friend that Sungchan wouldn’t shut up about!”

Sungchan flusters, in the subtle way he usually does, and waves his hands robotically trying to explain. “I was just saying- that- that you’d be good at skateboarding. Because of the cheerleading.”

A boxy grin accompanies his explanation.

“Right.” Jimin covers her face and sends an obvious wink your way. “Anyway, you can have my skateboard for the day.”

She hands over a smooth black skateboard with white wheels, but on closer inspection you find that they’re light-up wheels instead. It’s oddly fitting for someone like Jimin even if you’ve known her the entirety of ten minutes. Sungchan is good at finding friends, rather. Soon enough, she runs off after making Sungchan promise he’ll deliver the skateboard home.

The trick Sungchan wanted to show you was a failed kickflip. At the very least, it made you laugh so hard you almost spit out the strawberry milk he’d bought you. Sipping his own banana milk, he sulked for a moment or two, telling you to try it out and see how difficult it is.

On the contrary, Sungchan was right. You are good at balancing on skateboards. But that’s where it ends. You don’t think you’ll be naturally good at kickflips, though being able to glide through the plaza while Sungchan runs after you with the drinks puts a big smile on your face. It’s the most fun you’ve had in a while.

Accompanied by Sungchan’s panicked “oh no”s and “oh we messed up”s, the two of you try the couple skateboarding move too; no one’s watching you here. It’s fun to see him stress over a skateboard because frankly, you’ve never met anyone as easy-going as Sungchan. (“I’ll figure it out along the way,” he says when you ask if he’s studying for finals, and proceeds to get a decent enough score). Suddenly the wandering gap is closed again. You’re not going to worry about stupid rumours from now on.

But for some reason, ‘you like him as a friend’ doesn’t sound right either. Despite having said it so many times, you might not believe in it. You shake off the thought. This evening, at least, you’re going to enjoy with Sungchan without thinking of teenage drama and hormones.

"You still don't think you and Sungchan make the perfect pair?" Yuna pouts.

You narrow your eyes. "I don't take opinions from traitors."

Chaeryoung leans back on her chair, and whispers to you asking if you’re okay. At least someone is concerned about you.

“It hurts to be left by my own friends but—”

“No, I meant, are you okay? Why aren’t you dating Sungchan already? You’re so cute together! And you’re best friends—Netflix writers literally daydream of this.”

You groan, throwing up your hands in defeat.

“And,” Yuna adds, knocking her chair closer. “Who’s really the traitor here? Us who ditched you with the love of your life—or you, who runs off every time she gets a call from her boyfriend?”

“Sungchan is not my boyfriend.” You cross your arms.

“She even shares her lunch with him more,” Ryujin complains from the side. “And they’re not even in the same class. Unlike me, by the way. Class 1 Shin Ryujin. Same class as you, (name).”

You slump, resting your forehead against the desk. At this point, you wish the teacher would walk in and start the class already. Unfortunately, lunch break isn’t over for another ten minutes and lady luck clearly isn’t smiling upon you.

“Speak of the devil!” Ryujin announces monotonously, leaning against her desk.

Sungchan and a few of his friends from the soccer team wave at you and the girls from the classroom door. Noticing Taehyun, Yuna quickly fixes her hair and you would tease her if Sungchan hadn’t casually strolled up to your desk and sat down on the chair in front of you. Long legs barely contained in the space, he adjusts himself by resting his arm on the headrest and his chin upon it. It’s all normal. However, when he leans down to match your eye level, you hear the sudden pit-a-pat of your pulse in your ear. At this proximity, you can even see the mole on his lip that he’s pointed out before. The sunlight from the open windows is pulling golden strings over his eyelashes and his lips aren’t dry as a desert like you expected. You know he uses the watermelon flavoured lip balm.

“Too close,” you croak. Embarrassed at your own voice, you rise sharply and glare at him.

“Is your heart fluttering?” Sungchan asks, smiling as he looks up at you.

You roll your eyes.

You can hear Yuna’s giggling and before you can shoot her a glare, Sungchan calls.

"Do you have any bandaids?"

He points to a rough scratch at the base of his palm, fingers slender and less calloused than what you'd pictured. Then again, soccer players don't use their hands much, do they?

You blink. "You came all the way here for bandaids?"

"Well… I remembered you keep band-aids in your phone case. And the nurse hates me."

You giggle.

Yujin mouths from behind Sungchan, “He just wanted to see her.”

You would feel flattered if you didn't know these people and their shenanigans. They'd do anything for some drama (and to get two innocent people into the dating trap).

“Why would I waste my cute band aids on you?” you mutter under your breath. “They’re limited edition, you know?”

No way are you sticking Ice Bear on your urban hazard of a best friend. A tall, cute, surprisingly polite hazard but he still annoys you nonetheless.

However, Sungchan's pleading smile has grown on you.

You reluctantly take the band-aid out of your clear phone case, the pink panda doll attached to it swaying with the movement. Proceeding, you take Sungchan's hand and lay it on your desk. With careful focus, you place the band-aid, admiring the size difference of your hands before snapping to reality.

Enough with the pink cloud of thoughts, you scold yourself.

When you look up, the proximity makes your heart skip a beat despite the logical part of you saying you shouldn't. Your faces are too close and this time, you don't even have the energy to croak it out.

"Thanks, (name)," Sungchan smiles at you.

Right then, the sound of a chair sliding harshly against the floor makes the two of you jolt away from each other. All of your friends and his friends seem to be sporting Cheshire cat grins and you don't like it one bit. You don't like not being in on the gag.

"Anybody up for gaming after this? My treat." Chenle looks around. “Sungchan is banned from the arcade soccer game though.”

"'Ey," Sungchan complains.

"Hey, Jisung and Ryujin are banned from DDR too but that's because they almost broke the handles off last time."

The memory makes you smile. Sungchan was there too, and you don’t know why you’re only just recalling all the memories with him in it, carefully and in detail. Every one of them seems to have been amplified, the little interactions suddenly coming to mind.

“(name)? You’re coming?”

You take one look at Sungchan and give up. Even if this is another childish ploy by your peers, you don't mind spending some more time at the arcade with infuriatingly addictive games. A tiny part of you is even willing to go along with them and see if it turns out the way they want it to.

“I’ll go,” you mumble, and the rest of the group cheers.

“But I have cleaning duty today.”

The group groans.

“Just get someone else to do it. Like a junior.”

“Isn’t that bullying?” You ask, frowning.

“Ask nicely. Anyone would be willing to do your bidding, (name).”

“Chenle, will you do it?” You give him a sickly sweet smile. “You’re class president after all.”

Chenle wrinkles his nose. “You’re getting stupider every day, (name).”

You sigh. “Fine. I’ll ask one of Yuna’s classmates then.”

“By the way,” Chenle announces. “Only twelfth graders are invited—”

A bunch of groans interrupt him.

“Quit whining.” He crosses his arms, glaring at them. “What do you even have to worry about? We’re preparing for the exam of our lives. Oh, and Jisung is an exception.”

“We’re only two years apart,” Yuna mutters under her breath.

“Oh, and from class 5, only Sungchan is invited.”

Another round of complaints pass and Chenle breaks into laughter. “Just kidding.”

Your friends are and will always be an odd bunch. Sungchan has previously proved to be the weirdest (several times) and it makes him the most lovable too. But then again, you don’t have free space in your timetable to put in teenage crushes, much less falling for your best friend. What you do have time for this afternoon, however, is relaxing at the arcade.

“Let’s go! I am so good at this. Think I’d impress your Steve Curry?” Ryujun gloats, after having scored three hoops in a row at the arcade basketball game.

“It’s Stephen Curry,” Chenle corrects. “And no, let’s focus here. Our goals are—”

He points to the two figures by the DDR machine, looking like a real couple. He’s been acting as damage control for the rumours and making sure you don’t drift apart because of it. They really don’t make guys like him anymore, Chenle sighs. He should get a friendship award or something.

“—those two.”

Really, Sungchan better be thanking him by the end of this. He’s never met anyone quite like Jung Sungchan, especially because Chenle cannot picture himself liking the same person since elementary school.

“Man, now I wish I had a girlfriend,” Chenle mutters.

Ryujin snorts. “Who’s going to date you?”

“You don’t have a boyfriend either,” Chenle reminds and gets a basketball to the shoulder.

“Why are you playing that when you don’t even know how to use it?” Your voice rings through to them.

“I said I’ll figure it out!” Sungchan reasons.

Chenle and Ryujin stare at the two of you blankly, as you bicker over a claw machine game and they share a look.

“Do they need our help?” Ryujin whispers.

Chenle shakes his head. “I think they’ll figure it out from here.”

Soon enough, you were laughing at Sungchan’s failed attempts and trying to outplay him. Your friends have already given you the shove. Chenle and Ryujin share a high five and that’s where the new story begins.

You finally know the thrill of a teenage crush. It makes you so damn infuriated that it had to be Jung Sungchan.

Now every time he waves at you from the field or hands you a bottle of strawberry milk or explains the calc notes you missed or does the bare minimum, you need to deal with the quickening of your pulse and a few butterflies loose from their cage in your stomach. It doesn’t help that you’re almost always together.

The two of you currently sit by the school field, Sungchan tying his shoelaces while you cool off with the water bottle he offered you. Practice ended a while ago for you and the girls have receded into the air conditioned indoor gym. The indoor gym is apparently occupied by the gymnast club and you couldn’t be more disappointed that you didn’t join them instead.

If anything, however, you’d rather leave this whole thing and focus on your academics. Hobbies shouldn’t be draining you—they should feel like skateboarding on a lilac evening with the wind in your hair.

With a friend you like very, very much.

“Sungchan,” you call quietly.

“Hm?”

When he looks up, you can’t hold in the urge to fix the hair out of his eyes. You’ve never been very physically affectionate so it might have come off strange. Sungchan looks at you quietly, stars in his eyes and you clear your throat.

“How long have you been playing soccer? It was before we met, right?”

He hums, eyes traveling up and then back to you when he remembers. “Since I was six. You were there at my first soccer match actually.”

“I was? Oh my god, was it the one you lost horribly and the whole team started crying?”

“Yes. Yes, it was.”

You giggle. “Six year old you would be so in awe now.”

Sungchan beams at that.

“Who knows?” he smiles, looking into your eyes with firm determination. “Maybe I’ll be the next Son Heungmin.”

“Even I know who that is so… no.”

Sungchan pouts and you make a face in disgust. “Don’t act cute, it gives me hives.”

“Okay, maybe not Son Heungmin. I could definitely be the next Park Jisung—and I don’t mean him.”

Sungchan points to a boy passed out on the benches, his exhaustion typical of any high schooler while another boy sits beside him, fanning him with a bunch of assignment papers. Jisung and Chenle really are more entertaining than any game on this field.

You turn to look at Sungchan, who’s moving his head around trying to catch their attention. When he finally does, he waves at them and gets big grins in response. He’s not all that bad, you think. In fact, he’s quite possibly the most amiable boy in senior year.

“Just be Jung Sungchan,” you mutter. “Not Son Heungmin or Park Jisung.”

Sungchan turns to you, smiling wide. “Advice taken.”

You scoff. “Whatever.”

Maybe it’s just you but Sungchan has been glancing at your lips very frequently today and mentally thank Chaeryoung for letting you borrow her lip tint. You didn’t know something so subtle could get you this giddy.

“Are you… going to give the CSAT?” You ask, glancing at him nervously. Part of you is sad you only developed your first high school crush in the very last semester. Or if it’s comforting, you could believe you’ve liked him all this time.

“Nah. Sports scholarship,” he says nonchalantly. “I was going to tell you but… I’ve been scouted already.”

You gasp. “That’s… great. Your future’s all settled.”

Sungchan seems to dislike the idea, lips pursing. “I don’t think anything’s settled except for the next step.”

You nod, somewhat understanding.

“What about you?” He asks. “Any university in mind? SKY? I’ve seen you study extra hours at the library.”

You look away, not feeling ready for the conversation.

“I don’t know,” you say quietly. “I don’t know what I like and what I want. I don’t even like cheer anymore.”

Sungchan gazes at you wordlessly but it’s the most comfortable you’ve felt talking about this.

“Maybe I should quit,” you mumble.

You don’t want to commit to something you no longer have passion for. But then again, you’ve spent so much time on it that it’s hard to leave.

“You should,” he responds, honest.

You scoff, shaking yourself from that moment of vulnerability. “But why would I quit something I’m good at?”

“If you don’t like it. If it hurts to leave but isn’t any better when you stay, you should leave.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re quite the philosopher.”

“I’m smart, right?”

You smile.

“Oy, you two!” Chenle calls, making his way to you two with Jisung trailing behind. “I don’t mean to interrupt your flirting but you got a spare water bottle?”

“Are you two going out now?” Jisung asks as a follow-up, and you feel a hot flush for some reason, unlike the previous times you’ve been asked this question.

“No,” you answer. You don’t mind the idea though now.

“Don’t lie,” Chenle complains. “I saw that picture of Sungchan teaching you how to kick a ball. You? And soccer? Something’s up.”

You throw up your hands in exasperation. “Seriously, who keeps up posting to the school page? And where do they get the time?”

"Two people with this much compatibility will always be a hot topic."

"We're not compatible," you retort quickly.

"Wait," Jisung says. "I know how to resolve this."

You raise an eyebrow.

"How do you have your cereal?" He asks, looking from you to Sungchan.

"Cereal first, obviously," you answer.

Sungchan looks up, finger below his chin as he thinks. "I drink the milk first, then eat the cereal and then breakdance to mix it all together."

You pinch your nose. "I swear I question your sanity all the time."

"Hah! That means you're thinking about me all the time."

You look away, rolling your eyes. He responds with an open-mouthed smile and finger guns.

"See?" Jisung grins. "Compatible."

The gruff voice of Coach Lee startles the four of you and Sungchan leaves with a sigh and a promise of meeting after practice. Jisung leaves with Sungchan and Chenle gives you one last teasing smirk before sitting down and going through the assignment papers he was using as a fan previously. You will never understand his miraculous ways of performing his presidential duties.

You don’t have a good feeling about the next match. The only reason you’re even sticking around anymore—as embarrassing as it—is to spend more time with Sungchan. Being with him puts you at ease, even if the school tries to wrap the two of you in a rope of uneasiness. This is your very last practice, for the next match is the final one of this year and then you’ll be back to spending even longer hours at the library with a stack of textbooks. It’s supposed to be a carefree age. At least, adults say that. Your high school life seems to be riddled with worries, and with that thought, you head into the air conditioned room to take a breather off your anxieties.

Only one more match, you remind yourself.

The pre-match buzz is driving you to the edge.

Your form is off, you can feel it already and Coach Kim isn’t as sunshine-as-rainbows as she usually is, courtesy to it being the last match of your life. She’ll never know though, how much you don’t want to do this.

Sungchan waves at you as he usually does before a match, disappointing a third of his fangirls, but it helps you ease. One last time, (name).

Watching the crowd of people, parents and siblings and friends, all excited and talking makes you take a deep breath. You practiced but it wasn’t good enough. You can never do well at something you don’t like anymore. This time, you feel guilty for committing to things half-heartedly. You want to start that fresh new college chapter already, with all of this behind.

There’s ten minutes left. You go back to the empty hall outside the lockers only to pace. This isn’t helping.

“(name)!”

You turn around abruptly to find Sungchan’s tall figure, and you must be looking miserable because his smile falls.

He doesn’t even ask what’s wrong, only takes careful steps towards you. “Do you need water? Medicine?”

His hands hover over your shoulder but he doesn’t burden you with them. You put your face in your palms and sigh, sinking down to the floor in a crouch.

“I want to quit,” you whisper. Your voice comes off more brittle than you’d like, and you realize that Sungchan hasn’t seen you cry since seventh grade when you failed a math test. You didn’t tell him then but you appreciated him studying extra hours for math just to teach you.

“You don’t have to go out there if you don’t want to,” he says quietly, dropping to the floor beside you. “I’ll stay with you.”

You stare at him dumbfounded. “Don’t be ridiculous! They’ll lose without you—you’re the ace, Sungchan!”

“There will always be an ace,” he retorts. “Maybe Jisung will finally get to shine. Or anyone else. I don’t mind spending an hour with you alone.”

You feel a hot flush spread over your cheeks. Looking away to the side, you mumble an ‘alright’ and only glance from the corner of your eye to see him smiling. Jung Sungchan is the most unreasonable boy you’ve ever met. Perhaps it makes him somewhat loveable too.

“It’s your last match,” you whisper helplessly.

“I’ll join the college soccer club and get to play more matches.”

You sigh, giving in. If he’s so adamant, you think that perhaps there is something in you worth sacrificing his game over. It makes an oddly warm feeling bloom in your chest. Sungchan is so damn convincing with his words. You wonder if it’s really okay.

With shoulders touching, an awkward silence takes over in the next second. You turn to him and open your mouth, watch him do the same and close it at the same time he does.

“You know,” he begins, “I was kind of lying about not worrying because I get the feeling coach will evaporate me tomorrow but—I can handle it. Mostly.”

You stare at him with wide, worried eyes. “You don’t have to do this, Sungchan. I’m the one running away.”

You slouch, pulling your knees closer to your chest and burying your face in them. The urge to scream is boiling within you but you can’t get caught. Not now.

“Sometimes to run is the brave thing,” he responds, insightful. “If you’re not up for it, it’s better to quit early than to regret it in the long run.”

You don’t know if it’s the fact that he just quoted Taylor Swift or spoke like your old school counselor—but you find yourself laughing. He makes sense. Sungchan, in his weird, oddball ways, always makes sense. And in that same way, he feels like home.

“You’re so good to me,” you say, looking up at him and at a proximity you’ve never been before.

It’s his turn to fluster, though he doesn’t do so as visibly as you do. He clears his throat, shifting his eyes around before meeting yours. “I- This is bad timing but… I like you. I really do. Since third grade when you drew that birthday card for me. I have it in my bedside drawer, by the way.”

He looks away and makes a face, probably wondering why he said that out loud.

You press your lips tight to prevent the smile that tugs at them. He looks at you with a wobbly smile, trying his hardest to resume his usual dignity—but he’s just a boy, after all.

“My type is dumb and pretty, though?” You tease, the smile escaping. “You said it yourself.”

He blinks. “Well, I am pretty but if you want me to be stu—”

You shake your head. “I like you too. You don’t have to act cute.”

He pauses, thinking. “I have never acted cute in my life ever. I was born cu—”

You hold his face between your thumb and forefinger. “You do that again and you die.”

He breaks into a smile.

“I’ve never met someone quite like you,” you whisper, embarrassed of your own feelings bubbling up from the bottle you had kept them in.

He laughs, open-mouthed and pretty.

“Actually, hey, I didn’t like you all this time from fifth. I liked you and then I didn’t like you and then I liked you again—”

“Okay, I get it.”

His shoulders relax and he smiles at you. You look up at the clock on the wall by the entrance to the field and bite your lip. You don’t love performing anymore but you know all the girls do, even the stand-bys. Jisung might not have to take over Sungchan’s position but you bet one of those tenth graders would love to take yours, the same way you did back then. They’ve practiced harder than you too and it’s only a matter of deserving.

You take a deep breath and get up, pulling up Sungchan by the hand. He raises an eyebrow, inquisitive eyes scanning over your face and you smile at him, strengthening your resolve. You should have done this way sooner.

Sungchan plays. You don’t let him sit it out with you.

Halfway through, you cheer the hardest you ever have, plastic decorative gemstones stuck by your eyes borrowed from the other girls cheering. It’s much more fun, you think. You’ve never experienced soccer like this. You’d love to sit at stadiums and join in victory chants. There’s enough weight off your chest to yell your lungs out.

Sungchan scores a goal almost immediately after and sends a thumbs up over to you. You laugh. This is the best break you’ve ever taken from cheerleading.

“Ooh, is this perhaps the (name) effect?” Chenle’s voice rings through the speakers and you feel yourself shrink slightly under the eyes. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see your homeroom teacher signal very angrily to the commentator box. You shake yourself off it. So what if everyone’s looking?

Sungchan places his hands on his hips, chest heaving and sends another signal to you before beelining for a straight goal. You whoop and the girl with a notebook beside you is visibly annoyed at this point but you don’t care.

Without doubt, your school wins and you watch as Sungchan runs to his team, a big smile on his face. The second he’s done getting pet by the team, however, he rushes to the bleachers, skipping over the steps to you, panting when he stops. The risk he took was definitely not calculated. He holds up one finger while he heaves.

“My cheering worked best this time, it seems,” you say to him, laughing.

His face is flushed from the exertion but he laughs heartily. “You could be yelling profanity at me and it’d still encourage me.”

You shake your head at the cheesy line. He takes a step forward, well inside your space but you don’t mind. He leans in.

“Everyone is looking at us,” he says under his breath. “Is that a good or a bad thing?”

You look behind him to find the whole team, along with your girls sharing furtive glances and giggling at the sight of the two of you. A few of the junior girls slap each other’s arms, bouncing on the balls of their feet in excitement. You’re not a celebrity. But everyone wants to cheer things on once in a while, don’t they?

“Good,” you answer, before pulling him by the shirt into a chaste kiss. When you pull apart, Sungchan’s face is so struck with awe that you want to look away but instead you bite back an obvious smile. It’s about damn time, someone from the soccer team yells.

“Woah. I think I scored a goal either way,” he says, an offbeat smile on his face.

“Oh come on, we didn’t even get to chant ‘Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!’ yet—oh shit, the mic’s on.”

Chenle is definitely getting an earful from your teacher after this. The two of you wave at him at the box and end up laughing at him trying to hide behind the desk.

As expected, the whole crowd surrounds the two of you in less than a minute’s worth of time, with several congratulations and “good score” offered to the two of you. The boys mess up Sungchan’s hair while the girls compliment you on how cute a couple you are. There’s also the question of when you started dating that pauses the buzz and makes everyone look to the two of you for an answer. Sungchan turns to you and you turn to him, and there’s no way you’ll tell half the school that your confession came in a private hallway outside the field—teenage imaginations run wild.

Instead, you slip your hand into Sungchan’s and run down the bleachers and towards the exit, laughter spilling from your lips. There’s only one place you can think of going to spend a cool blue late afternoon with.

“Skate plaza?” He asks.

“Skate plaza,” you answer.

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annathesillyfriend · 3 years

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Anna's August Fic Recs

Welcome to my August fic recommendations masterpost!! This has been quite a busy month for me but I'm holding onto last weeks of freedom. I am trying to read as much before uni starts and I had a pleasure of reading some brilliant fics this month. I am so excited to share them with you all! I hope your summer is going amazing and to those, who have just started classes - good luck!

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.

HOLLAND & Co.

✨ Tom Holland

revenges is sweet by @t-lostinworlds

series, social media au, college!au, football player!tom, fake dating, idiots to lovers, all of our fave tropes, i am invested in this series more than i am in my own life, it's just that good

sunkissed by @duskholland

one-shot, 18+, surfer!tom x lifeguard!tom, exes to lovers, h's great mind at its finest 👏

souvenirs of the heart by @veryholland

one-shot, brought me to tears no joke, such a beutiful story, mila did such an amazing job!!

heartbreak girl by @lauras-collection

one-shot, 18+, lead singer!tom, based on 5SOS song, this is so goooood 😫😫 this story lives in my heart rent free right nextdoor to laura!!

act 1: scene 5 and 6 by @youandtom

one-shot, best friends to lovers, helping tom with learning lines, i loved this very much!

happier than ever by @vendettaparker

one-shot, tom being the great lad he is comes to save an awful date and we stan

the trial of the eldest holland by @reawritesthings

one-shot, ex!tom, welcome to the angst town! this is so deeply heartbreaking but so beautifully written!

lucky to be in love by @hollandsvogue

one-shot, rose is going staright for my silly little heart :')

slide in by @uglypastels

one-shot, frat!tom, i fall in love with this story time and time again

white winged dove by @muhollands

one-shot, 18+, conuntry!tom, insert country boy i love you vine here (also, i'd like to take this moment to kindly invite you all to go through d's whole masterlist cause it's brilliant. this mj blurb has sent me straight to hell but it's so worth it)

abide by @hazofmyheart

one-shot, 18+, mob!au, tom x reader x harrison, this made me feel some type of way 👁👄👁

getting ahead of ourselves by @/hazofmyheart

one-shot, 18+, college! lacrosse player!tom holland x tutor!reader, this is soft, this is cute, this is hot, this is everything! 12/10 would recommend

✨ Harrison Osterfield

little lune by @dovenymph

one-shot, celebrating your birthday with haz, made me want a refund for my birthday cause it's so lovely 🥺🥺

it will come back by @greenorangevioletgrass

one-shot, part of the rich kid!au series, 18+, richkid!haz x richkid!reader x actor!tom, there are no words in any language that would let me express how much i love ava and this au

✨ Harry Holland

wild side by @softholand

one-shot, 18+, best friends to lovers, that trope was made to be written about mister harry holland, i swear

lost in your light by @spider-barnes

one-shot, 18+, best friends to lovers, bloody lovely 💛

falling in love at a coffee shop by @/spider-barnes

one-shot, college!au, oh to fall in love with harry holland at a coffee shop 😫

hope is frightening thing by @peterplanet

one-shot, writer!reader x first da!harry, her book gets a film adaptation and harry is being is wonderful self 🥰

my forever by @unsaidholland

blurb, talking about your future with him, it's just 🥰🥰

circles by @farfromharry

one-shot, rich kid!au, enemies to lovers, so wonderful!

MARVEL

🎂 Suz's birthday fics

this total babe @samwilsons-pillowpecs gave us four beautiful gift on her birthday! we adore you, lovely 🥰 these stories are all wonderful anddeserve their own category 💛

you're the glitter in the dark

one-shot, 18+, mob!bucky

if i could touch you...

one-shot, 18+, boxer!steve

love you in a thousand ways

one-shot, 18+, ceo!sam

miss your kiss

one-shot, 18+, biker!thor

🎂@rodrikstark ’s 1.5k follower celebration!

collecion of headcanons with our favourite marvel boys as well as some other characters, i bloody love them all but my numer one has got to be joaquin teaching you spanish 😌

✨ Sam Wilson

book smart by @indyluckycharlie

one-shot, librarian!sam x PhD student!reader, such a warm and comfy little story by my dearest cate who i love very much 😌

he we go again by @/xbuchananbarnes

one-shot, idiots in love 🥰🥰

adventures in babysitting captain america and winter solider by @princessmisery666

one-shot, reader takes the boys to disneyland and it's just so amazing!

stay awhile by @lacapucharoja

one-shot, black!reader, a saturday morning with sam 😌😌

slow motion by @ambrosiase

one-shot, 18+, sam in baggy grey sweatpants and no underwear, need i say more?

✨ Steve Rogers

bullies, bullied by @anika-ann

one-shot, my main babe is blessing us with protective steve and i love her 🥰

there's a peace in dreaming by @babycap

one-shot, i don't have the words to tell you how stunning this story is, please go read it

✨ Bucky Barnes

timer by @xbuchananbarnes

series, soulmate!au based on the movie TiMER (2009). i could go on and on about how incredible that series is but with dani it's a given, sooo 🤷‍♀️

the kids will be alright by @imaginationintowords

series, social media au, lawyer!bucky x interior designer!reader, single dad!bucky, single mom!reader raising their kid together as friends, also reader x clark kent. honestly this is one of my fave social media aus of all time. and it's got a sequel is coming!!

quick fix by @ocean-bucky

one-shot, tfatws!bucky x ofc, vidra is the queen of ofc's, you simply can't not love her characters!

grant (part 2) by @coffeecatsandsarcasm

two-shot, bucky's in a relationship with a single mom with a little boy, it's so soft, i love this little family!

before sunset, i fell by @buckysbiota

one-shot, modern!au, when i get drunk i get myself cake, when reader got drunk, she got herself a husband. a very fine husband 😏

alcohol you later by @/xbuchananbarnes

one-shot, is it the 4th of dani's fics on this list? yes, she's just that powerful

three flags up by @starbuckie

one-shot, 18+, campcounselor!bucky x campcounselor!reader, best friends to lovers, buck being a cute little puppy in love and i adore him very much

and he kissed me right there by @sunmoonandbucky

one-shot, veteran!bucky, age gap, this is so full of feelings and it's gonna steal your heart!

lost and found by @sunshinebuckybarnes

two-shot, neighbour!bucky, alpine being the matchmaker of the year and we love that for her

hazy dreams and good mornings by @angrythingstarlight

one-shot, 18+, firefighter!bucky, i think that's enough encouragement to read this gem 😏

✨ Joaquin Torres

red by @remmysbounty

one-shot, a truly exceptional story!!

hold my words, keep us together by @/xbuchananbarnes

one-shot, soulmate!au, just simply stunning!

✨Peter Parker

love lies by @rosyparkers

series, social media au, y/n is silk but peter doesn't know it, peter is spiderman but y/n doesn't know it, sarah is the brightest star in the universe and everyone knows it

sunset lovers by @duskholland

one-shot, college! au, soulmate!au where what your soulmate writes on their skin, appears on yours. i don't think i have to tell you that eveything written by h, my beloved is pure gold. the softest thing!

always waiting (for you to come home) by @peterbenjiparker

one-shot, reader comes to peter cause she needs him to patch her up after patrol, it's so funny and sweet and i just love it so much, m is the bestest!!

perfectly a little late by @/t-lostinworlds

one-shot, college!au, reader forgets about peter's birthday. or does she 👀 please, give a round of applause for this wonderful writer who's been feeding us so well this month 👏👏

this fic by @peeterparkr

one-shot, last kiss with peter :') nancy knows all the most beautiful ways to break someone's heart

the plan by @spideyyeet

series, aveneger!reader, reader likes peter, peter likes mj, mysterio shows up, lots of angsty things happen. it's so bloody good, my mates, go read it!!

burning red by @spideyspeaches

one-shot, avenger!reader who who describes people's personalities as colors, it's just a stunning story with wonderful writing and i love it!!

this fic by @mcumendes

blurb, peter brings y/n flowers and is very very adorable!!

kiss me more by @celestialholland

one-shot, first make out with peter and i'm just 😫😫 in love

the reveal by @cloudybarnes

one-shot, best friends!reader where she finds out about him being spiderman, so lovely!!

always by @ptersmj

one-shot, an absolutely adorable best friends to lovers moment

red-handed by @/vendettaparker

one-shot, stark!reader, morgan interrupts y/n and peter's alone time 😏😂

OTHERS

✨ Spencer Reid

as told by flowers by @reidingmelodies

one-shot, story about the progress of the relationship with spencer told by flowers (duh 😂), it's just wonderful!!

✨ Frank Adler

thnks fr th mmrs by @wiypt-writes

one-shot, 18+, reader goes to frank the night before his wedding, i love this with everything i have

will you hold on my love by @writerwrites

one-shot, don't come anywhere near this piece without tissues!!

✨ Ransom Drysdale

undercover boss by @chase-your-dreams-away

series, reader's working at drysdales' company and hooks up with ransom not knowing who he is. this series is so bloody good! i love the reader in here so much!!

a/n: if you catch some kind of mistake or if you see that i miscredited someone - please let me know so i can change that!

#anna's fic recs #august fic recs #fic recs #marvel fic recs #tom holland x reader #harrison osterfield x reader #harry holland x reader #sam wilson x reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader

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versadies · 3 years

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“Gemini + Ningguang & Beidou + a gn reader fleeing from home and arriving in Liyue for the first time + Yandere/Angst + where Ningguang and Beidou are each other's enemy, but share the same lover? Either format is fine~” Congratz on 1k+ followers ! ♡

trapped (yandere, hc scenario)

penpal: tysm ! hope this is to ur liking anon 💖

prompt: gemini the twins, enemy-lover imprint soulmate au

sypnosis: when you fled from inazuma, you expected to have a new fresh start at life. but now you're stuck in something worse than inazuma.

pairing/s: ningguang x gn!reader x beidou

include/s: yandere (i do not condone to this nor romanticize this), pre-archon quest, and angst/bad ending for reader

-> when you escaped from inazuma, you felt relieved.

-> the moment you stepped foot on liyue harbor, you were ecstatic for the new chapter of your life. now that you managed to escape from the vision hunters' clutches, you're now free to do whatever you wish without any worries.

-> the first person you met in liyue was xiangling, who gladly welcomed you to the nation and cooked you some delicious liyue cuisines, to which you surprisingly find yourself loving them despite the spiciness. while enjoying your meals, xiangling curiously asked you where you came from.

"ohh, you're from inazuma?" xiangling says in awe. "it must've been a struggle for you to get all this way from here given what the nation is going through right?"

you nod in response, swallowing down your meal. "it is but it's worth it."

xiangling smiles gratefully. "well i'm glad you had safely arrived. do you have any questions about liyue? i can offer you one or two about the city." your eyes widens from the chef's offer, taken back by surprise from her kindness. "o-oh uhm, is there anyone here who's been to inazuma?"

the chef hums, thinking for a moment. "well, there is one person who also went from inazuma– her name is atsuko. i heard that she came here with the help of beidou and the crux!" she replies.

you furrowed your eyebrows. "...who is beidou and the crux?"

xiangling gasps. "oh celestia! people weren't really lying when they said inazuma is super closed off!" you watched as the chef sits down on one of the seats across from you. "beidou is one of the most amazing people ever! she's famous for slaying haizhan without her vision and a lot of people respect her. she is honestly the greatest! every time i go out sailing with her, she always manages to fish up lots of fresh ingredients! octopus tentacles go great in soup, and seaweed fries up great with some chilies. she and her crew love my cooking–"

suddenly xiangling stops talking, noticing a certain person outside of the restaurant.

"...are you okay–" your eyes widens when the chef puts her finger in front of your lips, gesturing you to keep quiet as she stares at what appears to be a woman with elegant presence walking pass by.

when you glance at where xiangling was looking, your breath hitched at the sight of red eyes staring back at you.

although it was only a few seconds, it felt so much more for you.

the moment the woman was out from your vision, your thoughts were cut off by the chef. "y/n? are you alright?" xiangling asks.

before you could reply, she immediately sighs in dismay. "did you see that woman passing by? that's the tianquan. let me tell you, she knows everything that happens in liyue, so be sure to keep a low profile alright?"

you blink a few times before looking at the chef, not listening to her warning moments ago. "who was that?"

-> thanks to the chef, you've learned a few things about liyue harbor.

-> although you're planning on talking to atsuko, it was easy to say that you're more interested in getting to know more about beidou and ningguang–

-> after all, who wouldn't be interested in getting to know the very two people whose names are written on your one wrist?

-> while everyone in teyvat has one name in each of their wrist, yours have two. it was one of the most strangest things in inazuma for everyone, with them wondering whether you should be lucky to have two lovers or be unfortunate to have two enemies.

-> it didn't help that people constantly ask you about your marks, as though they expect that you knew all the answers.

-> you felt trapped with the weigh of the so-called destined people of yours. you wished you knew the answers that your peers are asking, but what exactly can you do? you couldn't even bring yourself to leave the nation since you had no reason to tell everyone and not have enough experience in traveling.

-> however, the moment you heard news about the raiden shogun's sudden commands in closing off inazuma from the other nations and announce the vision hunt decree, you knew you had to run away.

-> which brings you to where you are now, determined to find and confront the two women who could be your destined lovers.

-> however, it appears that they already beat you to it.

"greetings, are you uhm.. y/n l/n?" you flinch in surprise when a blue haired woman suddenly confronts you, causing her to smile apologetically. "my apologies in surprising you."

"oh uhm, it's fine. no need to apologize- and yes, i'm y/n l/n."

the woman sighs in relief. "oh good. my name is ganyu, secretary of the qixing. i've been sent by the tianquan to give you an invitation to visit the jade chamber when you're available."

"the tianquan wants to see me?" you ask in disbelief. was it because you're from inazuma?

ganyu nodded in response. "yes. unfortunately i can't provide you a reason as to why she sees you but she expects you to come as soon as you're available."

you thought of the situation for a moment, thinking of what to do. were you this lucky to caught the attention of the tianquan or should you be worried that you may become a target to a high authority?

surely the tianquan wouldn’t do anything bad to the person who can be her lover, right?

you exhaled and look at ganyu with a determined look on your face. "...i can go now."

-> you’re honestly thankful that you decided to come with the secretary, especially since the way to the jade chamber was complicated and confusing for someone like you.

-> as much as you're excited to see the woman that you've been dying to meet ever since you were a child, you couldn't help but feel intimidated of what is to come. what if she's threatening you to get out of the nation because of your homeland? what if she thinks you've done something wrong that you didn't do?

-> when you and ganyu arrived, your eyes widens at the sight of the woman.

"as expected, you have arrived." she says, your heart skipping a beat from her smooth-like voice. if elegance was a person, the tianquan is surely the right one. "i am ningguang, the tianquan of the qixing. it's a pleasant to meet you, y/n." she introduces herself.

"i've heard winds about your presence in liyue harbor. as the tianquan, i would like to personally welcome you." she explains. you watched as she opens her fan with a small smile. "how do you feel about the city? i hope you're feeling comfortable with what it offers."

you suddenly felt your cheeks warm, looking away from her gaze. "well uhm, i would like to thank you for inviting me to your humble place and uh, to answer your question: the city is very welcoming and lively.”

"i'm glad to hear that.” she then gestures the jade chamber behind, turning around and head towards to the front doors of her home. “come with me, i would like to show you the inside of the jade chamber."

-> when you entered the jade chamber, you were astounded from how extravagant the inside is. every area and detail screams luxury, giving you more reasons to respect the tianquan with every step you take by her side.

-> as you two head towards an area that ningguang describes as the lounge, you noticed another woman drinking alcohol while sitting on one of the seats.

"..beidou." ningguang says, unpleasantness laced within her tone. "it appears that our guest has arrived quickly than we thought."

your eyes widens, watching the woman, beidou, putting her bottle aside and look at you curiously.

you couldn't help but be surprised by how her facial expression suddenly changes so fast.

"ah! you must be y/n," she exclaims, walking towards you with a grin. "i've heard about you from xiangling. sorry if ningguang over here intimidated you, haha!"

you look at beidou and then at ningguang, unsure with the purpose for this visit. "i'm sorry if i sound rude but... may i know what's going on?"

the woman beside you chuckles in response, closing her fan and kept it aside. "you haven't realized yet, dearest?" she asks in amusement.

your breath hitches when you felt beidou's arm wrapped around your shoulder, causing you to feel overwhelmed from the sudden change of atmosphere that went from light heartedness to something sinister and dark.

ningguang then continues, her tone now darker and determined unlike before. "you are our lover, dear y/n. it would be a shame if you were to get away from liyue like how you got away from inazuma, hm?"

your face suddenly pales in response to what she’s hinting, your heart slowly drops in dismay.

just when you thought you finally found freedom, you found yourself being trapped once again.

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spidey-sophie · 3 years

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Spyke of Pleasure || Tom Holland Smut

Pairing: Secret Agent!Tom x Secret Agent!Reader (secret relationship au)

Summary: It was hard keeping your little meetings a secret. You were surrounded with secret agents and spies so you had to be very careful. But somehow you both managed to remain undetected. Until recently, when Tom developed a certain habit.

Word Count: 9.1k

Warning: smut, fingering, oral (female receiving, male receiving), overstimulation, edging/orgasm denial, handcuffs (lol), unprotected sex. Explicit smut - minors dni.

Notes: Phew, okay, here we go! We’re all aware that Tom keeps talking about how he’d love to play James Bond, so I decided to explore that au a bit. I spent a looot of time writing and rethinking this and I am so so so excited to finally share it with everyone. And ofc, it wouldn’t be done without a little help. First of all thanks to my dearest @worldoftom for putting up with my grammar and editing this. Another big one goes to the lovely @strawberrytom for being my beta reader. And last but not least, my @rebekkah4766 and @hypnotized-so-mesmerized for listening to me blabbing about this for the last month. So yeah...I really hope you'll like/enjoy this! Please let me know what you think! Especially about the ending.

♡ Ily and happy reading ♡

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You were late… again.

You were running up the stairs, all the way to the meeting hall. There was no time for you to wait for an elevator, so right now, the stairs were your only and best option. You were holding your heels in your hands and rushing barefoot. The meeting hall was on the last floor and there was no way you would walk up all those steps wearing high heels.

Especially not after you spent your last week on a secret mission in Paris. And definitely not after spending the whole of last night with Tom.

Yeah, you pretty much broke one of the most important MI6 rules – absolutely, positively, 100% no messing around with coworkers. Or, to use their posh, corporate wording, ‘do not mix business with pleasure’.

Up until you met Tom, you were one of the best agents they could have. Respectful of every rule. Capable and reliable. Always on time, versatile enough so they could send you on every mission there was. But soon everything changed.

He came from the Berlin wing a year ago. You were the one who was assigned to be his contact and ally, to help him settle in for a bit. From the moment you first saw him, you knew that guy was trouble. Cocky, confident, well spoken, funny and so gorgeously handsome. Far too many times, you caught yourself staring at him, following his every move. You needed to be around him, to get acknowledged by him, to show him how funny and smart you actually were.

And you felt something you hadn’t felt for anyone for a while. Something you knew very well that you weren’t supposed to be feeling. And the fact that everyone around you thought you two made a great match and kept sending you on joint missions abroad wasn’t helping. One day, you’d want to be around him, to get lost in his eyes, words, laugh, and then the next you would try to stay away from him, trying to keep up with your “tough one” persona. You made a promise to yourself - after your joint mission was over, you would cut all ties and stop working with him, ask for a new partner and do anything that was in your power to avoid him as much as you could.

For the first few months, you were very successfully hiding your feelings for him, though it wasn’t easy. You’d try to avoid him, but somehow he was always there. Starting a conversation with you, laughing at your jokes, helping you get through boring paperwork. He would always wear a black suit and a black shirt underneath. You loved how he would remove his blazer and roll up his sleeves once all the meetings had passed. Or how, by the end of the day, he would always somehow have the top button of his shirt unbuttoned. And there was always a little glimpse of his silver chain, pressing into his soft, tanned neck. And then your thoughts would wander and imagine how that chain would feel around your neck or in your mouth or around your nipples. He would usually be the one to get you out of your thoughts, asking you if you were up for a drink at the local bar or for a paintball match, but you would always say no. It was hard enough to keep yourself away from him at work. You didn’t want to risk it all by getting a bit tipsy in a gloomy bar.

Another thing about him was that, in addition to being so infuriatingly good-looking, he was also a very kind guy once you got to know him better. He cared for you, always made sure you were okay. Ran through plans and papers with you. Acknowledged your opinion. If you got hurt, he would visit you at your place or if he was away, he would at least text you. His texts would always put a smile on your face no matter what. Sometimes you’d keep texting each other for hours, even when you knew damn well that you should be asleep.

But, just like you were always trying to keep things friendly between the two of you, he also never showed any sign of liking you nor was he ever flirtatious. You weren’t sure if it was for the whole “no business and pleasure” rule or if maybe he really wasn’t interested, but that made things much easier for you. You developed a great partnership. He was someone you could always rely on. You promised yourself you’d never admit your feelings for him, for both your sakes. You needed this job way too much. It wasn’t even a job anymore, it was your lifestyle. Always on the edge, living day to day. You didn’t want to make your life any harder than it already was. Romantic partners were a vulnerability, especially if they were in the same line of work.

And just when you finally thought you both could get out of this unhurt, you were almost sure you could regain control over you and your feelings – you overheard a conversation between his partner and your Regional Officer that he was hurt really badly during a mission in Moscow. You left everything behind and jumped on the first plane. Thanks to your persuasive powers and the fact that you were fluent in Russian, you tricked his partner, Agent Osterfield, into giving you Tom’s location without raising any suspicions.

Once Tom opened the door and you saw his bruised face, broken nose and his left arm in a cast, you ran into his arms. Your heart was pounding and so was his, you could feel it while you were hugging him. He was shirtless, bruised, covered in bandages all over his chest, breathing heavily but smiling from the moment he saw you.

You weren’t even fully aware that you started kissing him until you needed to pull back for air. It was a magnetic force pulling you together into a kiss so soft, yet so desperate.

“I thought I’d never see you again,” was the only thing you could say before tears started falling down your cheeks. You were crying tears of both happiness and relief because he was right there, alive and in front of you. He was holding your face with his unhurt hand and wiping away your tears.

“It takes a lot more than a few fists and a knife to get me killed, darling,” he smiled and started placing soft kisses all over your face. Your hands were in his hair and it was even softer than you had imagined.

“I've wanted to do this from the second I met you,” Tom said while he kissed you. Hard, his tongue licking your lips until you parted them and let him in.

That was the first time you had sex. You took control while he was lying down, making sure he was comfortable with your every move. Between thrusts, you ran your hands through his chest and across his scars and bruises. His body was a work of art, muscles hard as a rock, abs flexing while you were riding him. Neither of you said a word while you made love. You thought you were very compatible while on a mission, but in bed, you two were something else, utterly out of this world.

You lost count how many times both of you came that night. No one had ever made you feel the way he did that night.

Later, as you laid in his arms, covered with plain white hotel sheets, you placed soft kisses all over his bruises, kissing his black eye gently, his swollen nose and the bruises on his ribs.

“So now what?” you asked him, once you stopped kissing him all over his face and snuggled into his shoulder, placing light kisses on his neck.

“We have two options: we run away, find some place where it’s always sunny and change our names, or forget about this night and never do this again,” Tom said, fingers running up and down the curves of your back.

And you wanted to pick the first option, you craved that from your entire being, but you knew the risks. Both of you could get suspended, you could compromise the agency, or even worse.

You didn’t even have to answer; he could read what you were thinking on your face.

“I was hoping you would say 'let’s leave everything behind and escape to a desert island'.” He gave you a tearful smile, and you could feel your heart sinking.

“There isn’t anything I want more than that,” you told him while you were dressing up, picking up your clothes from the hotel floor. Just a few hours ago you were undressing him, while you were on your knees in front of him, taking him all in, and now you were leaving.

“Never again,” you said once you were outside of his room.

“Never.” He smiled and placed a soft kiss on your lips. He stayed there leaning against the door, running his fingers over his lips, as though he wanted to feel you once again. You smiled and turned away, biting your lip, hoping this night wouldn't come to be a mistake.

☆☆☆

As it turned out, ‘never again’ had actually meant ‘see you next time’. It even became your little catchphrase. When it was time for you two to part ways, you would exchange a little ‘never again’ in between little kisses.

You just couldn’t quit him. Whenever you had some spare time, you met up with him. And it wasn’t simply for sex. Maybe in the beginning, but the more time you spent with him, the more and more you actually liked him. You learned what kind of tea he liked. You met his dog and took her on walks, although never with him, just in case someone recognized you. He would spend hours and hours talking to you about golf and convincing you that it was the best sport in the world. Sometimes you had this little thing when you would train martial arts with him, in his living room. Way too much of those improvised trainings ended with you two having sex. You spent many nights at his place, watching movies, arguing how realistic any movies were regarding the life of a secret agent or who was the best Bond. He loved Connery, you preferred Craig.

It was hard keeping your little meetings a secret. You were surrounded with secret agents and spies so you had to be very careful. But somehow you both managed to remain undetected. Until recently, when Tom developed a certain habit.

Every time there were other coworkers around you, he would make suggestive and ambiguous comments. He would be the first one to point out how you wore the same clothes you did the day before, even though he knew that the only reason you did that was the fact that you spent the night at his.

After every bathroom makeout session, he would make sure to point out that your lipstick is smudged, always loud enough so that everyone could hear him. If you were the one who asked for some coffee, he would be the first one to offer to get you one - only for him to come near you and tell you how turned on he is or how hard he came that morning just at the thought of you.

And once you asked him why he kept doing that, he told you that he loved how you mumbled while trying to come up with the laziest excuses as to why your hair was all messed up, skirt disheveled or your shirt put on inside out.

You became overly suspicious of everyone, trying to find out if they were onto you. Besides all of that, you started arriving late at the headquarters, especially after your nights with Tom.

Just like you were now. After your night filled with rough sex and charged-up moans.

Finally you arrived. Your initial plan was to take a few minutes to slow down your breathing and comb your hair, but the doors opened before you even had the time to get your shoes on. You glanced through the glass door and saw that Tom was already there, chatting with Agent Osterfield. He was wearing an all black suit, with the cufflinks you bought him for his birthday.

“Sorry I’m late,” you said with one shoe on, trying to slip into the other one. No one seemed surprised at your demeanor, even your supervisor just rolled her eyes and showed with her hand to your place onto the round table. You were sitting right across from Tom. And you noticed him smirking while looking down at the papers in front of him.

“You know, if you weren’t one of our best agents, we would never tolerate this kind behavior,” you heard D, the head executive through the screen. He was almost never there in person, but he always kept an eye on all of you.

“I’m really sorry, D, it won’t happen again,” you said while you shifted uncomfortably in your seat, trying not to look at anyone in particular.

“You look like you had a rough night, Y/N, is everything okay?” Your supervisor genuinely cared about you and just as you were about to answer, you heard Tom.

“Yeah, Y/N, tell us about your night, looks like you had fun?” And you knew exactly what he was doing. He was teasing you on purpose; he enjoyed watching you get all flustered. You had no idea how he always managed to stay so calm, knowing damn well that half of it was his fault. He smirked at you while his hands rested on the chair handles, fingers tapped on them gently. And for a brief second, the flashbacks from last night flared in front of your eyes. Especially how, a few hours ago, those fingers were inside of you, making you scream his name.

“It was… um… why, why are we even talking about this? What I do in my spare time shouldn’t be your concern, Agent Holland.” You were sure he could tell how angry his question made you feel. And yet he couldn’t take his stupid smile off of his face. He enjoyed embarrassing you in public, teasing you in every way possible.

“Exactly, let’s go over the notes and the new data you gathered during your trip to Paris, shall we?” Agent Osterfield asked.

“If that’s okay with everyone, I’d like to start with the list that Delphine gave me.” You glanced at Tom, who was now completely focused on the files in front of him. Once you were down to business, he was always the one that paid the most attention, trying to comprehend everything. And he knew how much this mission means to you and that everything was at stake. Everyone was going crazy about this list, it contained names of double agents, former agents, suspended and murdered ones. But it was coded, of course, and somehow you couldn’t break the code and find what was inside. The clock was ticking and everyone was on edge, blaming each other, going back and forth. If that list fell into the wrong hands, everyone’s lives would be in danger.

Tom was the one who listened to you day and night, helping you get over the intel you had collected, trying to decode it with you. Tom, your superior, and you were the only ones who knew about it until today. The purpose of the meeting was to brief D, the coordinator of this global mission, on every bit of information you'd collected so far. And once you started talking, Tom stopped smirking at you or tapping the chair. His full attention was on you and your words, nodding and encouraging you. You knew that he would always be the one who had your back and that he’d always be there for you.

That was only yet another thing you found attractive about him.

☆☆☆

The meeting was over a few hours later. Almost everyone was leaving the room, and once you glanced at Tom, you recognized the way he was looking at you. During all these months of hiding, you developed some sort of secret-eye-communication. If he looked at you for too long and nodded his head, that meant he needed to talk to you.

So you tried to take as much time as possible to pack your stuff. Until the two of you were the last ones in the hall.

“Are you out of your mind?” you tried to seem calm, but you were so mad at him, you couldn’t control yourself. You were in a glass office, and closing the blinds would be too suspicious.

“What are you talking about?”

“How was your night Y/N,” you mocked his voice from earlier, “You saw how confused I got, I almost gave something away. And you asked that in front of D when you know just how paranoid he is!” You were packing your files into your bag, walking slowly towards the exit, not even looking at Tom.

“I am really sorry I got you upset, Y/N.” He had to almost run to catch you, trying to keep you next to him as long as possible. But you were mad, you had too many things on your mind.

“I really have a lot to work on, I need to recode this fucking list and I don’t have time for your little games right now.”

“Please wait... Listen, I don’t know how to put this, but you are the strongest and fiercest woman I’ve ever met, yet you get so shy and timid once I bring this up. And you look adorable every time I do that... and, honestly, you look so hot while you try to come up with some lame excuse, and in the meantime I know that you're thinking about our night and what we did. Sorry, again. I’ll make it up to you, okay?”

When you finally lifted your head, you saw him looking at you with his puppy eyes, begging for forgiveness. A trick he knew would work on you. You couldn’t stay mad at him for too long, not after everything you’d been through. He approached you and touched your hand, running his long, slender fingers all over your wrist. And once he removed them from your hands, he started touching your cheek, with his thumb running circles over your bottom lip. “I can’t control myself whenever I am near you. Sometimes I fantasize about fucking you on this table.”

“Here is something else to think about,” you decided to play his game and slowly unwrapped your trench coat, “I am not wearing anything underneath.” You showed him just a tiny bit of your lace black bra and as soon as he saw it, he covered your lips with his.

It was a lustful and desperate kiss. His hands trailed under your coat and squeezed your butt. He was rough, almost slapped you right there. You were caught by surprise and moaned in return. He wanted you so badly, but he couldn’t have you. Not right here.

“Someone could see us,” you said once you pulled away, fighting for breath.

“We’ll give them an amazing show,” he said and moved his head forward to kiss you again, but you moved away from him, still in his arms.

“My place, tonight. And don’t think by then I'll have forgotten what you did here.” You bit his lip and finally left him. You smiled once you weren’t facing him.

“I thought you had to work tonight, love?”

“I’ll ask James to cover for me. And will I see you tonight?” He nodded and smiled. He had no idea what he'd gotten himself into, but you loved gaining control over him once again.

☆☆☆

Once you were home, you took a long, ice cold bath. Ice helped your body heal and numbed your muscle pain. And you were in a lot of it. Your one-week trip to France wasn’t an easy one. Too much trouble for not a lot of information. Delphine gave you what you went there for, but that wasn’t enough. You were under a lot of stress, constantly getting called back to the headquarters, traveling all over Europe and risking your life with every step you took away from London.

And yet again, the only thing that could keep your mind off of work was Tom. Once your mind started playing all of the things he did to you like a movie, the bath no longer felt as cold. You wouldn’t say that you actually, truly loved him. That word had such a special meaning to you, and you wanted to be sure. He did have a place in your heart, he was probably the person you cared about the most in this entire world. You hated that, hated that you finally had a weakness for others to use it as leverage. But here you were, burning in the cold water and feeling yourself getting wetter just at the thought of him arriving tonight.

As you were getting into your silky gown, you thought to yourself that maybe you did feel something for this man. Maybe this was the only kind of affection the both of you could have. Constantly hiding, stealing kisses and hiding clues from others.

The knock on the door got you out of your head. Once you heard the third knock, you knew it was him, as that was your secret knocking code. You quickly made your way to the door and unlocked it.

He was leaning against the doorframe, waiting for you to let him in. You stepped aside making room for him to enter. No matter how many times you'd seen him outside of work, it was still a bit strange to see him in anything but formal wear. He was wearing a simple, skin tight white shirt, and his casual attire turned you on even more. You weren’t sure how someone could look so good while wearing something as simple.

As you checked him up, his eyes were also trailing down your exposed skin. You weren’t wearing anything but a tiny, silk, black nightgown, which barely covered your breasts. He was smiling, biting his lip, before he looked back up into your eyes. “I thought you were mad at me?”

“And I thought you were about to pay me back?” you said while looking at his mouth, noticing how instantly it went from an innocent smile to a devilish smirk. But you wanted it on yours so you quickly smashed your lips together.

No one had ever kissed you the way Tom did. You'd never felt like this before; it was like you were both falling apart but feeling the safest ever at the same time. He knew your body and how to treat you like you deserved, like you were his most valuable possession.

His lips were slowly dragging over yours, pecking them lightly at first. You shivered just at that first contact, wanting to deepen the kiss, but also needing it to last a little bit longer. Your fingers were already lost somewhere in his thick, curly hair, while his were on your waist, scrunching your nightgown, lifting it up.

Almost at the same time as your nightgown was lifted enough for him to notice that you weren’t wearing any underwear, he slipped his tongue into your mouth. He was warm and wet, tasted so fresh yet so sweet. You both moaned at the same time, tongues rubbing together in a fight for more.

Your hand moved from his hair to his jaw. You loved how sharp it was and how his muscles kept tensing while kissing you, exploring your mouth and devouring you only with his kiss. Your back was pressed against the door, you didn’t even move from the moment he stepped in. It was like you almost forgot to move, breathe and function once you were near him, once you were all over each other.

He finally broke the kiss and moved from your lips to your neck, then removed your thin silky straps out of his way. Wet traces were left in the wake of his lips as he kissed your neck, gently, making sure not to leave any marks on you. The last thing you wanted was someone to question you about them, and he respected your wishes.

His palms slipped down to your ass cheeks, spreading them apart, molding them and grabbing them hard. One of his hands moved to the front, going up and down on your thighs. Just as he was about to start touching you where you wanted him the most, you moaned into his ear, “Not here... the bedroom.”

You led the way to your bedroom and his hand never left yours. Once you entered your room, he pulled you back to him; his hands gripped your waist, pulling you into him. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you the whole day,” he said before he finally kissed you again, this time harder than before. Deeper, almost like he wanted to own you. He pushed you forward to your bed, until you couldn’t move any further.

“Lie down for me, okay?” You nodded and were now on your back, resting on your elbows. He was on his knees, removing his shirt, not breaking eye contact. His eyes were dark, locked on yours. You felt yourself getting wetter just by the way he was looking at you. “Fuck,” you almost moaned and he wasn’t even touching you. You were that desperate for him.

He was now completely shirtless, way more muscular than when you first slept with him. Every time you saw him without his shirt on, you remained speechless. You could watch his muscles for days, how this chest went up and down as he breathed or how his abs flexed right when he was about to have an orgasm. Your eyes were now tracing his arms, all the way to his hands. He was remarkably good with his hands. One time you made a joke that he could do things to you with his little finger that others couldn’t with their dicks.

His fingers were so skilled; they knew every little curve, mark, spot and nerve ending on your body. Sometimes you felt embarrassed at how fast you could climax just from him fingering you.

And now those fingers were on your inner thighs, spreading them apart, running slow circles up and down. From your lower legs all the way up to your core. His touch was so light, almost phantom and if you weren’t watching those damn long fingers working you up, you wouldn’t be sure if he was really touching you or if it were all just your imagination.

It was definitely real, though. He started to put more and more pressure into his touch, focusing more and more upward, where your precious cunt was.

“I love how wet you always get for me,” he said as he watched your wetness dripping over the sheets. He hadn’t even touched you there and you were craving him, leaking for him. You started to buckle your hips up, yearning for him to finally start rubbing you, kissing you, fingering you, doing whatever he wants, just doing anything to you. Something to relieve this pressure. He spread your legs apart so you couldn’t even bring them together to relieve some of the tension building inside of you.

And he recognized all of those signs that you were sending him, the way your hips were grinding the air, humping against nothing. He quickly moved his hands from your inner thighs all the way under them. He put his hands on your hips, trying to keep you steady. You lay down and were almost smiling 'cause you knew what he was about to do.

His head was now down to your core. At first, you felt his hot breath that sent shivers all the way up to your spine. And not a second later, he finally put his lips on your throbbing clit. You couldn’t help but let out a loud, desperate moan for finally feeling something there. He still wasn’t using his tongue; he was pecking your folds, getting his dried lips wet. But once you felt that first lick of his, you felt like you were about to explode right there.

Your hands instantly went to his head, grabbing his hair. You loved to touch his hair and neck, loved the way his head was moving as he pleasured you. There was no need for his tongue to explore you, he already knew just how you liked it. So he focused on that sweet little spot, the one that made you lose your mind every single time. For once you were grateful, he decided to not be a tease and just go at it.

Your stomach was tensing, moving up and down and both of your legs started to quiver a bit. His fingers caressed your waist, letting you know that he had you, you could let go whenever you needed to. Loud moans had already replaced your heavy breathing. When you looked down, you noticed that his eyes were locked on yours, smiling. He pulled away, covered in your wetness.

“You taste so warm,” he said and he licked another slow stripe, “so wet,” and added another stripe, “so soft,” and another, “the sweetest thing I've ever tasted.” And after those last words, he started almost passionately making out with your heat. His tongue was licking harder now, moving faster, swirling over that one swollen spot that kept growing, filled with pleasure.

You couldn’t think straight anymore, your eyes were shut, mouth open. Your hands held his head while your hips grinded over his tongue and lips. You were almost sure you could hear him moaning too, but yours were much louder. His hands left your waist and moved upwards, underneath your nightgown, grabbing both of your breasts at the same time. Your back instinctively arched even more, giving him easier access to your boobs while he gently pinched your nipples.

“Just keep doing that,” were the only words you could say once you felt that warmth in your belly, slowly spreading up your spine and down your legs. Once you were close to finally reaching your high, both of your legs started trembling uncontrollably so he had to leave your breasts and hold both of your thighs in place. You couldn’t hear or see a thing, all of your senses were numb, flooded with pleasure. You could only feel his tongue and his touches, arching your back, shaking, moaning and screaming his name. He was sucking on your clit as you came, trying to keep his rhythm and head in one place and you were the one moving, riding his tongue and your orgasm, trying to prolong it as much as possible.

The tension in your muscles finally started to ease and your breathing became slower. You brought one of your hands over to your face, biting your finger, trying to calm down. Your face was burning, and just as you thought about getting up and getting a glass of water, you felt him leaving soft kisses on your inner thighs and on your core. You propped yourself on your elbows and saw him smirking at you between kisses. Soon enough, he replaced his lips with his fingers, collecting your wetness and spreading it all over your entrance and folds. You were still too sensitive from your previous orgasm and weren’t sure if you could take another one.

“Can you do one more for me, please?” His voice sounded lower than before, mouth shiny and puffy from the way he'd consumed you a few seconds ago. Once his fingers were moistened, he pushed the middle one inside of you. Your back arched almost immediately, head tilting back. He wasn’t moving it, just kept it inside, waiting for your answer.

“Mhm…” you moaned and started buckling up your hips once you felt him inserting another finger of his. You never felt your clitoris being this swollen. Thanks to your previous high, it was so easy for him to find your spot and where to focus his movements. Once he started moving his fingers up and down, pressing them onto that magical center inside, you started clenching on them.

“You feel so tight on my fingers, can’t even imagine how it would feel once I’m inside of you,” he said as he watched you ride his fingers and scrunch the covers on your bed, still propped on your elbows. He kissed your knee, his eyes on yours, focused on the way you kept mouthing his name, begging him to stop but also to continue at the same time.

Once he sped up, you could hear how wet you were, the sound of the mess between your legs filling the room. He removed his eyes from yours and watched your cunt shaking from the way his fingers were moving, taking them in. You were clenching so hard on him, on the verge of coming again and that was when he dived back in and started licking your clit one more time. As he did that, he started moving his hips, humping the bed, probably trying to get some sort of friction for himself.

The fire inside you was enhanced when you saw the way his back muscles were moving and how he was squeezing and tightening his ass, practically fucking the bed. You fell down on your back, one of your hands reaching for his. You squeezed him tight, nails digging into his hand. And he held you tight as well, almost like he was letting you know that it was okay to let go, he’d be right there to catch you.

His fingers kept going faster and faster, pressing your nerves from inside, while his tongue was doing the same from the outside. The thing he was doing felt so good you could faint, the pleasure overcoming your body in sharp waves. And once the time between those waves became shorter, you knew another explosion was about to hit you. You closed your eyes, but it wasn’t dark, you saw flashes of white lights. Room was filled with “fuck’s” and “Tom’s” and the tears forming in your eyes finally started falling down your temples over to your ears.

Once you squeezed your orgasm down to its last drop, you felt him remove his fingers out of you. You almost let a little disappointed whine, you hated feeling empty and you wanted them inside you once again.

“Fuck, you looked so gorgeous, I almost came in my pants,” was the only thing he said before standing up, looking for a tissue to wipe his mouth. A few moments after, you stood up as well, finally getting a much deserved glass of water. Once you found it on the dresser, you looked over at your bed and at the puddle you had left in the center of it. You couldn’t help but smile, still feeling occasional shots of pleasure coming through you.

Tom waltzed back into the room and you walked over to him, pressing soft kisses onto his face.

“I guess you liked what I did,” he smiled into your lips, “still mad at me?”

“Yes.” You kissed him back, instructing him to go to your bed. You tried to remove his sweatpants as you walked and kissed, but you couldn’t move them down his ass.

“Need a little help?” He broke the kiss once he saw you struggle.

“Yes, your ass has gotten pretty thick,” you smiled as you playfully smacked his bum. He smiled at your remark too. It was one of your ongoing jokes, you kept teasing him about how if he kept going to the gym and working on his lower half, he could very well leave the MI6 and become the new Kim Kardashian.

The playful smile left your face once he removed his underwear, his boner sprung straight in front of you. Dark pink, almost purple, veins popping, strangely throbbing at the rhythm of your heartbeat. The head was shiny, so tense and swollen with a few drops of clear precum, luring your mouth in. You asked him to lie down and he did, his body set against your bedding. As he settled himself, with his hands over his abs, you finally removed your nightgown, wet from both your sweat and arousal.

“I want to try something, but… uhm I need you to trust me. If, at any moment, gets uncomfortable to you, or you don’t want it, please let me know, okay?” you asked him as you straddled him, pressing your wetness onto his pulsating cock. A light moan escaped your lips at the first contact with his body.

“Do what you want, darling.” His lips crashed against yours while his hands went to your ass, pushing you down and jerking his hips under to your slippery entrance. You grabbed his hands and lifted yourself up on your knees. His lips left yours and started to bite and lick on your neck and lower all the way down to your boobs. You were now higher than him and with both of his hands in yours you brought them towards the headboard. And while he was gliding his tongue over your breasts, kissing them and biting your nipples with his lips, you grabbed a pair of handcuffs that were hidden behind your bedpost and clasped one around his right wrist.

“Oh so we're doing that now? I thought you loved when I used my hands?” he whispered into your neck, making you shiver.

“Meh, not so much,” you joked while you moved over to his left one, “also, it is nice to spice things up a bit, don’t you think?” He moved forward to kiss you again, but you lifted yourself up completely and moved further away from him but closer to his cock.

There was something arousing in the way he instantly became helpless, desperate and needy for you. You felt powerful now that you were the one in control, wiping your tongue over your bottom lip sensually and leaning over his stomach to lick around his belly button. At the same time, you watched Tom as he smirked down at you and bit his lip, perfectly aware of what you were about to do.

You kneeled down to his member, licking your lips and lightly blowing hot air onto him. This is not something that he would usually feel, but being as aroused as he was now, you knew he would feel every little touch or change down there. And he did, you were sure once you saw his hips buckling up to meet your lips.

“Look who is eager now,” you said and you finally parted your lips, still not taking him in, but licking the salty precum from the tip. “So tasty and impatient for me.”

You grabbed his base with your left hand and pulled his foreskin all the way down, revealing his pink throbbing length completely. You brought your right hand down to his balls and started lightly scratching them with your fingertips. He liked that, he loved when you were gently caressing and sucking on his balls. Your mouth quickly replaced your fingers. Gently and carefully, you ran circles with your tongue over any part of him you could reach. You looked at him, he was smiling knowing exactly what you were doing. You enjoyed this so much, you could stay down there for hours, but the way he kept slowly jerking his hips up turned you on. Just as he was needy to get his cock sucked, you also needed to put it in your mouth. You couldn’t tease him any longer, you opened your mouth and finally engulfed the head. As you did that, you kept scratching his balls and felt them tense and get harder.

“Fuuuck, Y/N,” he cursed once you pulled him out, traces of his precum leaking down to your left hand. You continued your motions, bobbing your head up and down, still slow but intense enough to drive him crazy. He kept buckling his hips up, almost fucking your mouth.

“Slow down, Holland, or I’ll tie your legs too,” you joked as you spread a bit of your spit with your right hand down his length, getting him nice and wet.

“I'm not sure how long I will last,” he said as you jerked him up a bit with your hand. Lightly, since he was already worked up and the last thing you wanted was him to explode right there.

“Oh baby, trust me you will,” you winked and got down to his member, sucking him lightly again, taking him deeper now, as you lubricated it with your spit. You removed both of your hands from him, keeping them on your back. The only thing moving now was your head. Occasionally you would look up to him and lock his eyes with yours. He struggled to keep his eyes open, tried to move his hands by tugging on his restraints, but you'd locked him good onto the bedpost.

He started moving his hips up to meet your mouth, moaning and grunting. “Fuck, darling, your mouth feels so good.”

You didn’t know why, but the way he kept calling you darling and giving you pet names always turned you on. Maybe it was his voice, his moans or the way his abs kept tensing as he kept straining his cock, but you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter. You tried to move your hand down to your core, so you could please yourself, when you heard his voice “If you do that, I’ll cum right now,” and that was your cue to stop sucking him.

You removed your mouth from him, his member falling down to his abs, a wet sound echoing the room as his cock smacked his stomach. You straightened up and positioned yourself over his cock. He noticed how turned on you were once he saw your wetness leaking down your thighs and bit his lips so hard they turned white.

“If I wasn’t handcuffed on this bed, I’d slam into you so hard.”

You sat down on his cock, still set against his stomach, not taking him in yet. One of your hands slipped underneath and you spread your folds to uncover your pulsating clit. You leaned into him, pressing your clit hard into his harder length. Slowly, you began to move back and forth, riding his shaft from this position. First you were a bit lower, your movements focused around his base, but once you started moving faster, you started riding his entire length, tensing your muscles and jerking him off with your cunt.

You could feel another orgasm building, you were that desperate for him. There was a huge mess on his lap, his precum mixed with your wetness. But all those liquids made your movements even easier. You arched your back and started moaning.

“That’s it darling, come on my cock,” and with those words you came once again, shaking and trembling on his cock, almost losing your balance since you didn't have his hands around you to guide you. “That’s it, princess, so pretty when you orgasm. I am so close, shit, I want to come inside you.”

“Ask nicely,” you answered once you came down from your high, your voice still a bit shaky.

“Please…”

“Please what?”

“Please ride my cock.”

“Hmm, I’m not sure you asked nicely enough,” you said and you wiggled your hips, watching him roll his eyes backward at your every little movement.

“Oh, come onnn”, he groaned.

“Well now you won’t get anything,” you lifted yourself up and gave him a quick peck on his lips. You loved how flustered and desperate he looked. So sweet and hot at the same time. Trying to free his hands from the handcuffs and touch you, hold you down and slam himself into you. “You’re lucky I am as desperate as you are.” You kissed his jaw once again and finally sat on his cock.

You both moaned at the same time.

“Shit, how can you be so wet, yet still so tight for me?” he asked as you moved downward. Slowly, you let his entire length in. You were already wet enough, so he slid in with ease. It didn’t take you long enough to get used to him and start moving. You moved exceptionally slow, wanting to feel every little inch of him inside of you. He usually wasn’t vocal in bed, but now he was emitting soft moans and grunts with your every move.

You loved watching his arms tied and spread. He was left for your mercy completely. Leaning onto his chest, your hands on his shoulders, you started moving up and down faster and faster. You tried to kiss him, but both of you were panting so hard that you ended just breathing and moaning into each other's mouths, him occasionally licking your lips. You were so sensitive down there that every little move could get you off again. But now, you were focused on him. And once you felt him tensing and breathing heavily, you stopped moving and got on your knees, his cock falling out of you.

Once he calmed down, you took the base of his cock again, running the tip gently over your clit, using him as your little toy. You straddled him again, slowly and gently, until it was all in and you heard his loud, desperate grunt. With your hands on his shoulders for balance, you started moving up and down. Your moves were getting faster and faster, but only a few seconds later you recognized the way his breathing started to speed up and how his moans were turning into whimpers so you propped yourself up again, losing contact with him, leaving his cock twitching on his stomach.

He finally opened his eyes, couldn’t even properly speak, but you knew what was on his mind.

“Sorry, you are one of the strongest men I’ve ever met, but I can’t help but enjoy making you all ruffled and desperate.” He recognized this little sentence and smiled, breathing heavily and lightly bumped his head on the headboard.

“So that’s what this is all about, huh?” he asked, fighting for breath, his cock painfully throbbing underneath you.

“I told you I was still mad,” you said that and sat on him, going all the way down to his base. He moaned so loud and arched his back, cursing. Slowly, you lifted yourself up again, completely and heard him whine at the loss of touch.

“I am, oh, so sorry. Can I please cum?” he asked breathlessly.

“I don’t know, can you?” you teased and moved downward again, your hand on the base of his cock to guide him better.

“Will you let me?” he asked, cock buried deep inside of you. You weren’t even moving, just clenching around him. He looked so turned on, his mouth agape and his back arched trying to get closer to you. You didn’t even need to move, he was getting himself off.

“Hmm,” you said and you started moving up and down, his eyes rolling back, hands gripping the handcuffs, “I think I wi…”

And just as you were about to move faster and finally let him have his high, you heard your telephone ringing.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, please don’t get that,” he was almost begging you, craning his neck to try and reach you as you got up since you recognized the ringtone.

“I have to, it’s D. Hold on, okay?” you said as you quickly grabbed the wipes from the bed counter and wiped yourself quickly. You took your phone and went to the hallway to take the call.

“Headquarters immediately. It’s about your little fleur-de-lis.” You didn’t even have time to answer because D hung up on you right away.

You quickly entered your bedroom, straight to your closet, looking for something to wear. Tom widened his eyes, watching you as you got put on your underwear.

“What happened?” he asked, now fully prompting himself on your bedpost, using his arm muscles to do so.

“I’m not quite sure, but it’s something about Delphine,” you said as you got into your jeans. “I need to see D as soon as possible.” You were putting your coat on and fixing your hair, practically running around the room.

“Don’t jerk off or anything, I want to finish this, okay?” you said as you grabbed the keys for the handcuffs and moved forward to him to unlock him. It was then that you got an even better idea. You couldn’t, you thought to yourself. But it was so tempting. You started smirking and slowed down, watching him and how his expression changed once he was on to you.

“No, no, don't even think about it,” he said, but your mind was already made.

“Oh I already am. I promise I’ll be back soon.” You winked at him, leaving the keys to the bed counter.

“And what if you don’t?” he asked, now less worried and more aroused. Judging by the way his member started quivering and growing, he liked this idea.

“I thought you were a top MI6 agent. I'm sure you can free yourself from some flimsy sex shop handcuffs, right?” You leaned down and gave him a little kiss that he eagerly reciprocated.

“You are so dead once I get rid of these,” he threatened, but you were already on your way out of the bedroom. Still, you turned around to get one last look at Tom. He was so hot, naked, hard and flexing, puppy eyes huge on his face just for you.

“You know what,” he said when he caught you looking, “I don’t think we’re ever doing this again.”

“Bye, Agent Holland.” You waved at him over your shoulder and left, grinning from ear to ear. Maybe you really had a thing for that man.

☆☆☆

You entered the meeting hall, on time, for once. Only your supervisor was there, sitting and tapping nervously on the large table. Not even a few seconds after you, Agent Osterfield entered the room as well. Only little ‘hi’s’ and ‘hello’s’ were exchanged. Judging by the looks on everyone's faces, not a single one of you had any idea why you had been called in this late. You kept looking at the big screen, waiting for D to appear on it and probably send you somewhere far away. And since he used Delphine’s secret code name during the phone call, it will likely be France again. You almost cursed to yourself. The last thing you wanted now was to spend hours going through paperwork, fake identities, passports and logistics of it all.

No matter how much you tried to focus and seem calm, your thoughts kept going back to the imagery you left back at your place. Tom, naked, hard, flustered and desperate for you. How his cock kept pulsating over his belly, begging you to let him cum. Which you had every intention to, as soon as you got back home. And just the thought of him made your stomach burn, the fire slowly expanding downwards, where you last needed it now.

Lucky for you, James from the tech department walked in, nervous and he took the chair next to your. The minute he sat down, you turned to him.

“What’s going on?” and before he even had the chance to face you, D entered the office. And now, more than confused, you were appalled. D never showed his face anywhere. He was always a face on a screen. You could count on one hand the number of times you had actually met him face to face. Right now, he looked worried and angry. Much angrier than usual.

“I'm aware none of you wants to be here, and trust me I don’t want to either.” It was D who started talking first.

“Oh you bet,” you heard Agent Osterfield and noticed the way your supervisor rolled her eyes at him. He was always too nonchalant, even in the most serious situations.

“I just want to point out that I wasn’t late and that I would appreciate it if we could get straight to the point.” This was your attempt to speed up the meeting, since you did not want to stay here and listen to Osterfield and D arguing.

“If you are all done with your chit-chat, I would like to go straight to the point,” D said in a strong voice. The whole room went quiet. “As you all know, for the last couple of weeks we've been trying to get the very important piece of information, better known as the list. I’m using this opportunity to inform you that our colleague, Agent James Smith, managed to decode the list.' He nodded towards James, but his face was still dead serious, not even a sigh of relief. You looked at your supervisor and Agent Osferfield, and they were both smiling and nodding at James as well. You turned around to congratulate James, intrigued but pleasantly surprised, since the intel he'd managed to get was major. Yet his face was nowhere near happy. He muttered a little 'I'm sorry' before you heard D again.

"Unfortunately, all good news comes with a price. What I am going to tell, you can't leave this room until we develop a detailed strategy."

It was dead silent in the room, you couldn't hear anything beside your racing pulse.

"I am going to be straightforward and open with you,” D added with his eyes on yours. You gulped at his intense gaze. “We have a double agent in our department, the one who has been working with SVR RF. And his name is Agent Holland."

☆☆☆

sorry about the ending

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xiaosmoon · 3 years

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hello! i loved ur college au, so can i request that but for zhongli and kaeya pls? thank you!

the boys as your college roommate pt.2

pairings: zhongli & kaeya x gn!reader ft.hu tao (afab reader for kaeya)

content/warnings: fluffyyy, mentions of a seance. mentions of sex for kaeya's but no actual intercourse between the reader & kaeya

a/n: i got carried away with zhongli... ehe *ghost busters theme song*

-> zhongli

moving in with zhongli was an absolute delight. he was so respectful of your space and even helped you study!

you weren't really surprised to find out he was a history major. it's practically almost all he talked about, not that you minded.

today he came home with the biggest smile plastered on his face and pamphlet in hand. "there's a new history exhibit opening up around campus. i heard it's about the town's local history and war from over 800 years ago. uh if you'd like, we can go together?" and who were you to say no?

you knew this wasn't a date or anything, just two friends hanging out! because that's what friends do, right? once you and zhongli arrived, you both decided to go with a tour guide because even zhongli didn't know much about the town's history. "and this exhibit over here ladies and gentlemen tells you about the haunting of whitmore's house, ouuuuu!" the tour guide gave his worst ghostly impression.

you chuckle and turn to zhongli, who didn't seem as amused. "zhongli? you don't really believe in the haunting of whitmore's house, ouuuuu!" you gave your best mimic of the tour guide. he's eyes remains fixated on the small replica of the house. "hmm, i'm not sure. i am confused on why it would be in a history museum."

"well my friend, whitmore was a brave general during the war. he unfortunately got ambushed in his own home. legend has it you can still hear his screaming coming from his bedroom!" the tour guide made another ghostly mimic before leaving. that sent chills up your spine. "eugh, how awful." you crossed your arms. the distaste in your voice was very evident, so zhongli and you both decided to move on to the next exhibit.

later that night while you guys were deciding on what to have for dinner, there was very loud knocking sound at the door. "i'll get it." when you opened the door, you were met with an overly excited hu tao. she was bouncing on her toes with a up to no good grin.

"hu tao? i wasn't expecting you. come on in." you open the door wider and she makes a bee line for the couch. "weeee have plans tonight." she announces plopping down next to zhongli. "we do? i wasn't aware." zhongli raises his eyebrows.

hu tao was a good friend of zhongli's. although you didn't know her too well, you liked her spirit. "ohhh yes we do! we're having a seance at whitmore's house." her smile only grew wider. speaking of spirits. you on the other hand collapsed on the couch. "a seance? at a haunted house? you can count me out." you shiver. zhongli wanted to say he was surprised, but he really wasn't. hu tao was the president of the occult club after all.

"will it just be us?" zhongli's interest was piqued. "mmm no. a few of my club members will be joining us but i wanted to invite the two of you as well! i know you guys went to the museum today so i thought you'd be interested!" the way hu tao's eyes sparkled at this was a bit concerning.

you sigh, nibbling on your bottom lip in deep thought. oh, what the hell. it's not like you believe in this ghosts anyway. you slam your palms on the coffee table and stand up abruptly, making zhongli and hu tao flinch. "let's go catch some ghosts!"

now what the hell were you thinking?! the weather was freezing, and dark clouds painted the night, showing signs of a thunderstorm. you were shaking in your boots standing outside of the haunted house. if you can even call it that. it was more of an abandoned manor. a gate surrounded the property so it was a hassle to get to get in.

zhongli noticed your shaking, so he held your hand. you look up at him and he just shoots you a comforting smile. your body begins to shake less. "alright everyone, are we ready?" hu tao turns around to look at everyone. you all nod and follow hu tao inside. the atmosphere inside wasn't helping your nerves. the wallpaper was tearing from the walls, stains of water damaged, missing floorboards, and- was that a blood stain?

you must've clenched zhongli's hand too tight because he started rubbing his thumb across your intertwined hands to help calm you down. okay, deep breaths y/n. you can do this. besides, it's not like ghosts actually exist, right?

"wowwww look at this place! how about we explore for a bit? we can split up and meet up later here!" hu tao suggested. you were about to protest, but zhongli was already leading you away from the rest of the group. "is this really safe?" you ask him barely loud enough.

"don't worry. i'm here with you. and if you get too uncomfortable, i'm sure hu tao will understand that we had to leave." his words brought you enough comfort to keep your legs walking. you clung to zhongli's side as you explored the eerie hallway with nothing but a dim flashlight. "i wonder which room was his." zhongli mumbled mindlessly. your body tensed up at his statement and you shook your head. "i'm sure hu tao is on the hunt for it." you tried to joke, but the fear building up in the pit of your stomach was just too much.

the gods were definitely against you. the flashlight zhongli was holding had gone out. "oh great. good thing we have our phones." you reached out for your phone in your pocket and hastily turned the flashlight on. "oh, seems like i forgot my phone. let's find hu tao."

for the rest of the night, your hand never left zhongli's. even when you heard a ghoulish scream coming from the upper level

-> kaeya

being roommates with kayea was very, well, exhilarating. he wasn't a terrible roommate but he was totally a fuckboy. you had to set boundaries when you heard unwanted noises coming from him and his friends on the other side of your wall almost every night.

he apologized for his behavior and promised to never let it happen again. until it did.

it was midnight and you were awoken by the very evident sex noises coming from kaeya's room. it had to have been his 3rd person this week. he thought he was being slick by sneaking his links over while you were fast asleep. you were finally going to put a stop to this.

deciding enough was enough, you angrily rip off the blanket on your body and shuffle into your bunny slippers. you march over to kaeya's room and knock very loudly on his door. "kaeya my love, is everything alright. seems like quite a ruckus in there. i'm coming in."

without shame, you open up the door wide to find kaeya and his flavor of the week hiding under his covers. well, time to put your acting skills to use. "oh! kaeya! what's this? how could you! even after i told you about our baby just yesterday?! what am i suppose to do now? i can't deal with this!" you burst out into the fakest tears kaeya has ever seen. kaeya had the most horrific expression on his face. the girl beside him was disgusted. she slapped kaeya, "you told me you were single! your s/o is pregnant! you disgusting man." she grabbed all of her clothes littered on the floor and left the place almost like she was never there.

as soon as she left, you wiped away your fake tears. "what a performance am i right? i'll make a great movie star in the future." kaeya clenched his bedsheets closer to his body and looked at you like he's seen a ghost. "what the hell was that? what did you-" "i told you specifically not to bring anymore of your hookups to our shared dorm. this isn't just your space, kaeya." you crossed your arms and squinted your eyes. he huffed and fell back on his bed. "yeah but did you have to be so dramatic about it? now everyone's gonna think you're pregnant with my baby."

oh. you didn't even think about that. "that's a problem for later. right now i need you to seriously promise me no more hookups. i'm getting tired." kaeya propped himself on his elbows. he knows he was being unfair and totally disrespectful. it was your place too and he shouldn't keep up his antics. "okay. i promise. i swear this time. i'm sorry."

and so he really did keep his promise. in fact, his hookups in general became less and less prominent, until he stopped hooking up with people at all. why? well because he developed feelings for you. he never planned on it, but it kinda just happened.

he realized his feelings when you first brought a date over to your dorm. he didn't like the way you flirted with them and how you laughed at all of their jokes. they should be laughing at my jokes, he thought.

so after that, he began dropping hints that he liked you. of course you never picked up on them. kaeya being a flirt was a normal thing. so it only made sense for you to not pick up what he was putting down.

but kaeya was determined. he was determined to make you his. he just needed a little push.

#zhongli x you #zhongli x reader #zhongli x y/n #zhongli #kaeya x reader #kaeya x you #kaeya x y/n #kaeya #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader

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maxismatchccworld · 3 years

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Patch Notes

Update 07/20/2021

PC: 1.77.131.1030 / Mac: 1.77.131.1230

Console: Version 1.44

Hello Simmers!

Hope you are well wherever you are in the world and that you are all having a fantastic Summer of Sims! We are excited to share today’s update with you. There is a lot of info, so make sure you have your tea/coffee/beverage of choice ready to read on. You all know I have my coffee ready for this!

As we continue to get ready to explore the countryside charm of Henford-on-Bagley and cannot absolutely wait to play with the adorable animals in Cottage Living, we also have updates and fixes that should improve and complement your Sims’ everyday life. We have something for everyone and we hope that you all enjoy them. Thank you for all your feedback and support.

Cheers!

-SimGuruRusskii ft. SimGuruRomeo and SimGuruJoAnna

What’s New?

Let’s start with some items that we shared in our last Sims 411! For this update, we partnered with two talented artists from the LGBTQ+ community, Ashley Lukashepsky, and Mohammed Iman Fayaz, and they have brought their inspiring and beautiful artwork into the game. We have also included the modernized version of the large afro hairstyle that we showed you. But more than tell you about it in text, let me actually attach a screenshot of everything put together:

I love everything about this scene, not only it shows you how the artwork looks in a real game setting, but the whole scene with the two Sims and their surroundings is quite magical. Also, look at that hair! The way the light highlights it, perfection! You may also notice the hair of the Sim on the right, which was also added with this update for everyone. I want to personally thank all Simmers for their feedback and recommendations, as we are continuously working on adding more diverse hairstyles and textures to not only packs, but also to our base game.

Now that we are talking about artwork, the last patch notes I forgot to add the artwork made by the wonderful Jupiter Stevens-Hill. I apologize for that, I totally blanked out. However, I’m happy to see that a lot of you are enjoying it and placing it in your Lots! That makes a very happy Russkii =)

To find Jupiter, Ashley, and Mohammed’s paintings in Build Mode, make sure you take a look at the Paintings and Posters sort and filter by Base Game items. These artists are amazing and we hope you enjoy their creations.

Now, without further ado, let’s get to some new features and improvements that are part of this update!

A little bit of Gallery

When you download a lot made with the bb.moveobjects cheat, the game now notifies you about this so you know to activate the cheat before placing the lot. Builders, this means you won't need to mention it in the lot’s description anymore!

A little for Sims

Trying to find the Sims in the current neighborhood? Select their portraits in the Relationship Panel.

"Focus the Camera" moves the camera to the Sim.

"Lock the Camera" moves the camera to the Sim and keeps following them.

Where did the Notebook go?

Found it! The Notebook has moved out of the Phone and into its own button for quicker access.

The "Center on Current Lot" button that used to be there has moved to the top right, adjacent to the Camera Controls.

Water Tool

You now can make natural, organic bodies of water! Just head into Build Mode, make a hole with the Terrain Manipulation tool, and fill it with water. It is that easy! The Terrain Manipulation and Paint Tools also have more brush sizes to enable finer detail.

In adding the Water Tool, we also took the chance to overhaul the related tools and object categories. Why not? Enjoy!

Pond Effects

All sorts of critters are available to complete the look of your pond ranging from ducks and swans to pesky mosquitoes. There is even an alligator!

New Pond Objects

Outdoor Water Décor now has an assortment of new Pond Objects to decorate the perfect pond. Some of these objects such as the Bog Log and Colorful Lily Pads have interactions on them in Live Mode to activate Turtle and Frog effects. The new Fishing Allowed Sign enables you to stock your pond with any fish your Sims have previously caught. Try it out!

New Water Styles

Go beyond the original crystal blue and dreamy magenta water. Additional options range from “Mossy Water” to “Pond Scum” to complete that au natural look.

The Shrubs category includes new plants to complement the water styles: "Green Fern", "Leaning Not-Grass Grass", "Not-Grass Grass Sans Inflorescence."

Gardening with Children

Children now can help out in the garden by planting, watering, and weeding. They build their Mental skill as they garden. The process of purchasing and planting seeds is streamlined as well to make gardening more enjoyable for everyone.

Group Cooking

Cooking no longer is a solo affair. Sims now can cook in groups of up to five Sims including children. Start cooking together by selecting a fridge, stove, or any empty countertop.

Zoomers Food Delivery Service

Are your Sims getting tired of the same old pizza delivery every night? Well, gone are the days of redundant pizza nights. Maybe you are in the mood for pasta primavera or even a fancy steak dinner. All this and more are available courtesy of Zoomer Food Delivery. Order delivery through the phone or the refrigerator and the food will arrive in a jif.

Calendar

The calendar, previously available only with Seasons, now is available with Base Game to see upcoming events such as birthdays, school and work schedules, festivals, and fairs. You even can use it to book events, so it’s time to get to party planning!

Bug Fixes

Consoles

In Snowy Escape, skiing, sledding, and snowboarding on Bunny Slopes now contribute to the Extreme Sports Enthusiast Aspiration.

Also in Snowy Escape, Sims with high enough Skiing and Snowboarding skills now can enjoy the more advanced slopes. Sims also use the Lift to go to the top of the slopes and not go “the hard way.”

Simmers can now rotate Sims downloaded from the Gallery in Create a Sim. Spin them ‘round, ‘round, Simmers ‘round, ‘round - like a record ‘round, ‘round, ‘round, ‘round.

The Sims 4

We made some improvements that should help our Simulation lag, particularly on the usage of some computer interactions like playing BlicBlock, along with fishing interactions, which should make the game perform a bit better. Note that this doesn’t entirely fix simulation lag but it should help and it is a step in a good direction.

Fixed an issue in which placing Mirrors directly opposite Doors would create a visual glitch in which walls and borders would disappear around them and well it was quite spooky to be honest, glad we solved that one!

Ever wish your food didn’t expire? I know I do, especially when it comes to traveling and coming back to see a fridge in pristine condition, that is a dream… but alas, it is not meant to be in life or in Sims. Fixed an issue in which traveling didn’t let food expire.

Sims stuck sleeping and couldn’t cancel that interaction? Not a product of a sci-fi film as I thought, but I can say that we have fixed this issue, well I hope.

You want to know how to not make my day, have my coffee brew endlessly but without giving me the coffee! Luckily the issue in-game about the Brew Coffee interaction being stuck has been fixed. Wasn’t it odd? Wait… Sleep and Brew Coffee were stuck in a mysterious loop? SUS.

If your Child Sims suddenly interrupted their computer sessions to draw on the activity table when Inspired, worry not, this should not happen after this update.

Fixed an issue that caused the “Items Removed” pop-up to appear when no items were removed from the game.

Fixed an issue in which setting Lots on Slipshod Mesquite would sometimes generate a crash of the game for some Simmers. The Lot couldn’t handle that much flavor.

Some blush and lipstick opacity sliders are back as they were greyed out.

Step-Parent/Child relationships are no longer missing in the Genealogy Panel. Similarly, other cases of broken families in the Genealogy Panel have been fixed as well. It is all about reconnecting or connecting with what is important.

Platforms will no longer raise in height automatically when creating new walls to intersect part of them.

We also fixed an issue in which if you placed platforms in basement levels and a staircase from the floor to the platforms, it would create this gap or hole in front of the stairs and Sims were not able to route correctly. You know, I have played many platformers in my lifetime, but do you imagine Sims trying to jump those gaps? I mean, I am called JumpFail for a reason… glad we fixed this one!

World view Lots that had some off-centered border have been adjusted.

Toddlers will no longer gain negative Sentiments against their parents randomly, especially the Festering Grudge Sentiment. I should not be laughing at this issue as I type it, I should not…<giggles>

We got word that the camera was malfunctioning and bouncing uncontrollably in some Lots across multiple Worlds. We fixed an issue that caused this, but let us know if there are new instances.

Sometimes Ghosts can be part of our Households if we choose to, however, it is really hard to live with Ghosts that constantly break things, it makes it a bit… unlivable. So our expert team of Simghostologists has communicated with these Ghosts in the non-physical realm and they have agreed to not break everything all the time.

Fixed an issue related to flooring glitches while placing the dance floor or crystal clear flooring.

Went through all the trouble in hiring a Nanny only to have your Toddler get sent to Daycare? More than a schedule conflict I imagine having the Nanny show up and there is no Toddler so what does the Nanny do in this case? Do they leave? Do they stay and wait? I must know… However, This should no longer be an issue.

Fixed an issue where using ‘{}’ (curly brackets) in renaming objects would make these invisible in lists or UI in general.

Fixed an issue in the Likes and Dislikes section in Create a Sim that had some categories displayed incorrectly (either cut off, or words broken apart in new lines incorrectly) for some languages.

There was a clipping issue with the eye preset ymAsian13_Eyes that occurred when Sims were in extreme emotion, like Angry, and blinked. We adjusted this preset so this should not occur.

Toddlers can be picky eaters, but Toddlers not eating any fish recipe? That is suspicious, so we had a chat with the little angels and we have found a way to help them enjoy the complex flavors of our fish recipes.

Our UI team has fixed an issue in which a scrollbar appeared in the Sentiment section in the Relationship Panel when there were no sentiments. The mysterious scrollbar was mysterious. Similarly, they have also fixed an issue in which if multiple Sims gained sentiments together their thought bubbles look quite not right with the incorrect colors, so now they should look proper.

The Likes and Dislikes icon in Create a Sim will no longer overlap its text. It looked weird, honestly.

Droids (if you own Journey to Batuu) and Drones (if you own Get Famous) clipping into all kinds of objects in Build Mode? We saw that too, so there should be a fix for that in this game update. I mean this went beyond just crashing into things…

The option “Join After School Activity” will no longer be available if Simmers don’t have Seasons or Get Famous packs installed.

Sims in deviant paths now can properly reach the Level 4 of the Criminal Career.

Now, this is one that made my day, Cowplants are now able to dance again when Sims play music in front of them. Dance Cowplant, Dance!

Fixed an issue in which relationship points gained by friendly introductions were more than usual if Simmers didn’t have Snowy Escape installed.

We adjusted the color swatches for the S. Cargeaux Counter Island so that when it gets dirty, the counter doesn’t completely change colors. Dirty Counter - who dis?

Fixed an issue where the Scared Emotion UI was displaying a broken pose for Toddlers. The pose was kinda more scary than what the Toddler had been scared of, so glad that is done.

Outfits worn while Purchased and Worn in Festivals/Kiosks/Stalls should no longer remove accessories that were in place for the Sim.

Error code 134:571e5862 that occurred to some Simmers should be fixed now.

We fixed a few hairstyles (yfHair_EP05WavyBob, yfHair_EP01PartedFlat, yfHair_EP05UnderCutDreads, yfHair_EP01ShortSwept, and yfHair_DreamyCrew) that when used with the recently added color options would create splotches in the eyes, change the color of teeth, and/or change the eyelashes color.

As always the Localization team and this author have fixed and improved text across all packs and updates.

Get to Work

Aliens can now enjoy their custom Blush options in Create a Sim. Lewks out of this world!

Retail employees will now appropriately change into their assigned outfits. Listen, I grew up wearing uniforms for school, I get it, sometimes they are not the prettiest… but you have to wear them if you have to go to that establishment. I know the pain too well… but my sense of style grew from that… I think.

We made a fix to some of the swatches from the Barely Better Digital Camera that were missing a description for the item, so now all the swatches will display the text in all its glory.

Get Together

Some of these Sims are not like the others, some of these Sims just don’t belong. Can you tell which are not like the others by the time I finish writing these notes?

Fixed an issue in which some of the rooftops in Winderburg were not displaying Snow (if you own Seasons) correctly.

Fixed an issue where Sims didn’t sometimes change into their Club outfits when a Club Gathering was being held.

City Living

The Scattered Panes window in Build Mode now displays appropriate shadows in all options.

Sims enrolled in the Social Media career will now gain influence at the end of their stream instead of every few Sim-minutes.

Two hairstyles (ymHair_EP03BunHighPins and ymHair_EP03BraidedFlateBun) have been updated to reflect the correct look when choosing the Neutral Black color option.

Your Sims want to shoot some Basketball Close Shots, but they are trying to eat first? Well, now your Sims can finish eating before trying those hoops. Nutrition is important!

Cats and Dogs

We fixed an issue in which whiskers were not being seen applied to Cats. A Cat without whiskers is like Peanut butter without Jelly… or something like that! Just wrong!

Robot Vacuums should all now return to their docks accordingly. I hope this issue was not a sign that they were becoming sentient.

Sims will no longer get a Moodlet referring to the death of their Pet when witnessing the death of another Sim. The loss of a Sim is heartbreaking, but also getting a Moodlet for the death of their Pet when the Pet has not died, that is cold Grimmy, very cold.

Speaking of Robot Vacuums becoming sentient a few lines above, we fixed an issue that made the game crash when Cats would sit on the Robot Vacuum. CatonRobot.exe is now working.

We fixed an issue in which some Simmers experienced a crash with their last played Household loading into Brindleton Bay.

Seasons

Sims were changing into their cold-weather gear… while not in cold weather? We had some conversations with Sims and even though they love their winter outfits, dressing up in full winter gear in the summer was probably not the wisest choice. So the issue in which Sims randomly would change into their winter outfits while not in winter is solved.

Egg Hunts are adorable and fun! But not being able to have the furniture reset after looking for Eggs in them, can be quite the rain on Sims’ parade. But this should no longer occur.

Island Living

Mermaids will no longer keep the “Dried Scales” Moodlet when they are hydrated. Mermaids’ skincare regimen pays off! Moisturize, moisturize, moisturize!

Fixed an issue in which Lots that are placed in the sand looked quite odd displaying all edges of the Lot when it rained.

Sims that have the Collector Aspiration Trait are now able to catch Frogs in Sulani as part of their adventures exploring the island waterfall. Good Luck!

We fixed an issue in which some Simmers experienced game crashes when loading into certain lots in Mua Pe’lam. Happy Exploring!

Discover University

Sims having a hard time in Uni? No matter what they do they keep failing classes? Worry not, Sims will no longer fail classes when meeting all the criteria for course completion. Work hard, pass your classes hard!

Having Roommates can be hard. Have your Sims had Roommates complain constantly and leave even when their needs are met? Yeah, we made it so that Roommates don’t do this any longer.

Fixed an issue in which beds were counted incorrectly when placing an ad for Roommates. I mean, as much as Pets and even Toddlers can live with Roommates, the ad should be truthful to how many beds there are actually in the Lot, not count Toddlers and Pets as needing adult-sized beds.

We fixed Servo animations so that they don’t look like they are walking on one leg when hovering to their destination. Now they will hover properly.

We fixed an issue in which in some instances Professors could not go to work when a Professor NPC is added into that same Household.

Fixed an issue in which removing and adding back Household members as Roommates would create some… inappropriate moments, ahem.

Eco Lifestyle

Evergreen Harbor’s peace has been restored: roads and parts of neighborhoods no longer disappear or turn blue when businesses open in Port Promise while the Modern Development N.A.P is active.

yfBody_EP09DressShirt no longer has a weird texture in some of the footwear from various packs, especially platform shoes and chunky sneakers.

Had you moved to Cypress Terrace in Willow Creek and found you couldn’t really do anything there? We fixed the routing failures and interaction failures on the Mitey-Mitey Home - Insect Farm.

Snowy Escape

Mountain Climbing can be challenging, even for those experienced. But having indecisive moments before a climbing route like getting off and on your bike constantly seems that a lot of doubt is passing your mind… However, we did speak to these Sims that were experiencing this behavior and calmed their fears and doubts, so this should no longer be an issue.

The hairstyle yfHair_EP10BobBluntOmbre now covers all of the Sim’s ears.

For Simmers who own Seasons together with Snowy Escape, rain options no longer affect snow.

Sims no longer have the option to give a respectful or military introduction during activities such as Dancing or Bike Riding. I mean, I’m not sure about you, but I can’t dance and respectfully introduce myself at the same time. So many falls… so many falls.

We made some corrections to the Slippers that came with this pack and they should no longer display a greenish texture on Sims’ toes when selected in Create a Sim. Yikes.

Fixed an issue in which for some Simmers playing with the Yoshida Hall Household would generate a game crash when loading into Mt. Komorebi.

We took a look at our Ramen menu and have updated our cooking menu to label Miso and Egg Ramen as Vegetarian safe options. Buen Provecho!

Want to run a Restaurant in Yukimatsu but also want to enjoy the slopes? Now your Sims can enjoy the slopes and dine in style. However, this action is only directed, and will not be autonomous. In the same vein, Restaurant employees will not be tempted to leave work to enjoy the slopes.

Journey to Batuu

Batuu is an awesome destination for those who want to enjoy something fun and different, but if you bought a Droid from the Droid Depot and never saw it in your inventory, I know how frustrating it can be. Never fear, the Droids you were looking for will appear now in Inventories when purchased.

In Journey to Batuu, the First Order ID no longer disappears from inventory so Sims now can Access First Order Plans for the Top Notch Trickery Mission.

Fixed an issue with the Leveling the Playing Field Mission in which the Scoundrel Informant would not appear on the scene after Sims stole the Prototype Blaster and went to Oga’s Cantina to wait for the informant.

Dine Out

Eggs and Toast sound super basic and easy right? They will continue to be that way for our unassuming Chefs on the Chef Station since we fixed an issue that made them… challenging. Sims can also use the second burner for other recipes without fail or routing out.

StrangerVille

The Decorations and Kid's categories in Build Mode should no longer have a "New" highlight when there's nothing actually new.

Dream Home Decorator

Lighting can change the ambiance of a room, and your mood in a flash. Luckily we have fixed an issue that lighting was not even on sectional sofas to continue to set the right mood for our Sims.

Our stylists fixed the Sleep ‘N’ Study Styled Room to remove the P.R.I.M.A Computer from it as this is not an item that is accessible for everyone, pardon our dust.

Laundry Day

Fixed an issue where an animation clipped when Sims were loading their laundry machines. Because having your clothes go through you is awkward, are Sims made of fabric? I don’t think so.

Bust the Dust

Don’t need Simoleons, don’t need Fame. Don’t need dinner to have this date. It’s strong and it’s sudden and it’s cruel sometimes but it might just end your night… the power of Dust, that’s the power of Dust.

Our cleaning agents have determined that Sims won’t get romantic negative Moodlets related to filthy levels of dust in public places like parks.

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