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#and he wanted to get back together and i may even have said to a friend at the time what katara does to iroh about 'i thought he was ready
yandere-kittee · 3 days
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Yandere! Malleus x Gn! Reader
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Note: I strictly believe that Malleus has everything that it takes to be a yandere, so here are my thoughts on this:3
❦warnings: Yandere behavior, kidnapping, drugging(like using magic to make you fall unconscious),
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Malleus finds it hard to grow closer to other people, except for the few people he is already close with, he swears he's not all that scary he plays out to be, He's just very tall and intimidating, that much people know, but once you grew closer to him without knowing who he was at first, Malleus was happy to talk with someone who wasn't Lillia, Sebek or Silver.
He loved the way you would listen to him, getting so invested and adding little comments of your own here and there, his admiration for you increased after his identity was revealed, you didn't care, in your eyes he was still the same Hornton to you.
Malleus later realized that he wasn't all that fond with sharing, not when he could see the way Ace was draping his arm over your shoulders and how close the two of you were, he found it hard to contain himself.
He tries not to be selfish and seek your attention out for himself, so he makes the most out of the moments he is with you, walking closer to you, the brief longing touches, and just staring at you whenever you're not looking.
Lillia is not blind, he's lived enough years to know the meaning behind the look that Malleus gives you, he's very aware of Malleus' growing feelings for you and encourages Malleus, even helping him to get closer to you.
He's Malleus' wingman in love, he gives Malleus advice to make you his, "It's best to claim them now before anyone else can. " He had advised.
Malleus would do just that, he wanted to begin courting you officially, gifting you gifts that he find would suit you, especially if it's shiny, he seems to smile even wider when you accept it from him and hold it with such gentle care, when he comes into your room in the future and sees the gifts he's given to you displayed on your shelves he'd feel giddy at the sight.
Just imagining of you thinking of him whenever you lay your eyes on the gifts. When the prospect of you having suitors aside from him, he can't seem to blame you for you are just so irresistible and perfect in his eyes, he eliminates any potential threats to your growing relation ship, passing them all of as accidents.
Though, whenever he's with you, and he can't seem to eliminate them himself, he orders Sebek and Silver to go after them themselves, not wanting to disturb whatever the two of you had going on.
Although Sebek may be quite hesitant and very unaccepting at the fact that Malleus wants you to be his, he will not let his Master be sad or have someone else take what belongs to his master rightfully, so he does everything he his told with the pride as Malleus' guard, protecting his relationship.
Silver doesn't seem to be very bothered, he doesn't inherently agree to what's happening because of his morals, but Malleus was his Master and Lillia seemed to be all in on it, even Sebek who seemed so reluctant was doing everything to bring the two of you together, so he would just shrug and do what he's told.
Now, what manifests/testers his yandere side more is after being told that there's a possibility of you finally finding a way back home through Crowley, why would you need to go back home when home was where ever he was?
Why we're trying to get away from your future spouse? Did he do something wrong? Was it all not enough?
He didn't understand, but he tried to, when he asked you if you really were going to leave, you had explained that you had to go back to your family and friends, you needed to be back home!
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"Silly child of man, whatever do you mean? You are home. " he said with an innocent smile, you we're about to ask him a question but your vision seemed to turn black after that.
Before you could fall to the ground, Malleus had catches you, wrapping his arms around you, your unconscious body leaning against his steady and calm figure.
He had picked you up in his arms and brought you back to his dorm and trapped you into his room, once he graduates this year, he'll take you back to Briar valley and even introduce you to his grandmother and announce you as his future spouse.
"Don't worry child of man, you are safe with me, and you will have everything you could ever want be given to you. Including my heart. "
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I don't know man, did I cook a little too hard with this one?
Anyways! I just started posting again cause I was voted:P Might post again in the next blue moon!
ALSO I DID NOT NOTICE I FINALLY HIT 417 FOLLOWERS??? THAT'S INSANE I LOVE YOU GUYS SM💙💙💙
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queer-n-here · 2 days
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UHM-UHM-
Yeah I have no shame to just not ask anonymously- anyways!
May I please request a 6'1 reader who is stoic, bold, also handsome as Dazai but ain't a womaniser, and is VERY quiet. With Dazai. He works at the ADA with him. He follows Dazai around like literally, he acts and opens up more to Dazai than he does with others, he literally doesn't care if Dazai was In the pm (they met at 14) or abt his crimes, he can read Dazai's emotions And can see through him, they R lovers, he is loyal asf to Dazai. He Also is rich asf and has better fashion tastes! Pls make both a oneshot or hc or ANYTHING ABT THEMMMMM
(I'm very desperate BC of a certain fantasy of mine)
Ah, I gotchu you bruv.
[ Also, let's do a little quiz. What country do y'all think I originate from? Like, based on my language and writing and just... Yeah.]
And yep, I'm double posting today!
Canonically, there are no mentions of Dazai's past before the Port Mafia, so I made stuff up. Hope you like it!
Contents: Uhh...a lot. I got... *winces* I got carried away.
Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of death, suicide and violence, Dazai's life is sad and so are these hcs.
You and Dazai met when you two were 14 each. It was a chance encounter, really. Both of you were orphans, and both of you were ability users, even though Dazai knew more about his ability than you did yours.
Both of you currently had no one in the world. That was the key factor that brought you two together. Struggling to get by and find a place of your own in the world, you met.
Neither of you opened up at first, cautious and calloused as you both were. It just happened; it didn't happen one particular day, and before you two had realized, you'd become each other's sole support.
You turned fifteen, and three months later Dazai met Mori.
He told you about it later, describing in the sort of detail no one else would get to hear how he'd rescued the Port Mafia leader from an enemy gang, unintentionally impressing him and securing Dazai a place in the Mafia.
You didn't like it. The job was dangerous, and you didn't want Dazai's hands to get stained with blood. When you told him this, he laughed it off, and said that he could handle it. You dropped the matter.
He was wrong.
You watched as Dazai changed, despite his promises and assurances. He grew ruthless, cruel in a way that made you ache as you watched him, silent. He started hating everything, even himself, and sometimes you thought he hated you, too.
He had a beautiful heart, you knew. But Mori was destroying it.
You talked to Mori about it, too. You might not have anything on him, yes, he was richer and way more powerful, but you had your ability, and you were ready to fight to death. Before you could, however, Dazai intervened.
That was the first time you two fought. After that, you went to him and told him you wouldn't care if he didn't want you to. If he wanted to keep going down the path that he'd chosen, you wouldn't stop him.
Sometimes, you look back and wonder if there was something you could have done for him other than what you did. You still can't think of anything.
You opened up a small business after that, and it slowly grew to a scale larger than you had expected.
Then you two turned eighteen. Finally, you were able to register your enterprises under your own name, being a legal adult. You and Dazai got wasted that night, and you watched fondly as he tried and failed to put his coat on so you two could go and meet Ango and Odasaku.
They had probably begun then, your feelings for Dazai. You were only comfortable enough with him to actually talk, and not just say what was absolutely required and then shut up.
He knew you in a way no else did. No one else knew what it looked like when you smiled, or threw your head back and laughed freely. No one else knew what it was like when you cared, when you brought over Dazai's favorite refreshing drink every time you visited him in summer. Or when you helped him change his bandages, touch gentle and careful against his soft skin.
And you knew him the way no else did. No one else knew what it was like when he was genuine, when he'd look up at you with earnest eyes. No one else knew what it was like when he flushed slightly, the red of his skin always starting from the tips of his ears and descending to his cheeks. No one else knew what it was like when Dazai protected, when he offered to use his contacts in the Mafia to get rid of your competitors, even though you declined every time. He had enough blood on his hands without you pitching in.
Eight months after that, he left the Port Mafia. He came to your apartment crying that day. His face was ashen, his shirt was covered in blood and his lips were trembling. The tears that had been collecting in his eyes for who knows how long finally spilled when he saw you, and the only thing you could do for him in that situation was open your arms and let him cling onto you. He kept saying 'Oda's dead... He's dead...'
That night, Dazai changed. Thankfully for the better. That flame in his eyes was gone now, the one that made you worry if he would burn himself and the world.
Dazai slowly stopped hating after that. You and Ango were the only two he trusted, the only two he would be genuine with. He didn't close up in a way that hid his smile, or in a way that made him withdraw from people. Quiet the opposite. He pushed himself outward, adopting a cheery persona that joked around and bewitched everyone.
The only smiles that weren't created but slid across his face on their own were ones that he smiled with you, and Ango.
You couldn't help but feel slightly bittersweet. Dazai was out of that hellhole, that cursed gang that was making his heart black. But Odasaku was dead.
After that, as your twenties arrived, Dazai joined the Armed Detective Agency. You were happy, then.
You two celebrated at a lavish restaurant. Your business had grown to be Japan's No. 1, and the money that spilled in with it was something neither Dazai nor you had expected.
But your hopes for the ADA were too high. Sometimes, Dazai still wanted to leave. He said he wanted to kill himself, and even though he would always laugh it off, you couldn't help but notice that his eyes would always grow hollow when he spoke of it.
And so the only thing you could do was love him. You loved him and tried your best to let him know, buying him unnecessary gifts and putting him on top of your mental priority list. Even your staff knew you loved him; it was apparent and obvious.
Dazai was probably the only one that didn't notice it, that genius dumbass.
And so you tried harder. You had never been good with words, but you tried to be vocal about your feelings, telling him he was cute when you thought so, and saying that he looked good when he did.
Dazai still didn't notice. The day he found out was when you got drunk and blurted it out.
You still don't have a lot of memories from that night, and Dazai says that you passed out soon after confessing. He finds it funny now, even though he didn't back then.
Your confession made Dazai pull up a wall against you. This surprised you, hurt you, and you tried apologizing, tried to get him to just talk to you. You told him that it didn't matter if he didn't return your feelings.
Something was hurting Dazai, you could tell. But he just wouldn't talk to you, going so far as to changing his phone number without telling you.
So you showed up at his workplace. Kunukida knew you by sight; you often came to pick Dazai up from work. You two had a big fight, shouting in one hallway of the agency building, making such a ruckus that Ranpo and the others came over to watch.
It ended with Dazai turning around to leave, and you were planning to let him go. But then you saw a tear glisten at his cheek last moment, and hence gave chase.
You chased him down all the way from Yokohoma to Kawasaki, only stopping when Dazai collapsed in the middle of a street, his frame shaking with sobs as he started hyperventilating. You crouched down beside him and pulled him to your chest, rubbing his back and conducting his breathing, your voice soft as it told him to inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale....
He fell asleep on your shoulder, in the middle of nowhere. You carried him back to your house, and tucked him into a warm bed. The next morning, he wouldn't meet your eye.
Usually, you would have let him; there was hardly anything that Dazai would do that you would disapprove of. But lately, you had been going against his wishes a lot, so you decided to do that one more time.
When he tried to leave, you pinned him to a wall and forced him to look at you. It wasn't difficult, Dazai had never really worked out, even as a part of the Port Mafia. His fighting style was more quick and clean moves than brute strength.
It worked well in your advantage as he tried to struggle against your hold and failed miserably, tears collecting in his eyes and threatening to fall.
It was alright after that. You asked Dazai why he tried to run away, and the only thing he said was that he got scared. He chose not to explain, and you chose not to push him.
"Dazai," You said. "If you want me to disappear from your life, I can do that." He looked up at you, eyes wide and blurred. "But there's one catch. You have to say it. Say it to my face, tell me to leave, and I swear on my own life, I'll vanish. You won't ever see me again." And then the tear that had been collecting in his eye all this time fell, sliding down his cheek and onto the collar of his shirt. His arms went limp in your hold, and he wobbled forwards. You caught him as he fell, and he sobbed into your shoulder again. His hands were clutching at your shirt as if for dear life, and even as you rubbed his back, more tears fell from his eyes. You held Dazai through his breakdown. The next time he spoke to you, he said the words, "I like you too much." It was a silent confession, almost muffled into your shoulder as the post-crying exhaustion overtook. You pulled him closer and pressed a kiss into his temple.
Now, everything is good. Dazai's job at the ADA does worry you sometimes, even if it's for the good, it's dangerous, but you know he loves his job, no matter how many jokes he makes about Fukuzawa's violation of the Labor Laws. And he loves you, that's all you've ever needed.
Being in a relationship with him is not always easy. He still speaks of dying, and the thought of him leaving you makes you panic. Sometimes, you still don't know what to do to make him feel better. But you manage to work through it.
You love Dazai, after all. You have ever since you two were kids.
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alocon · 5 hours
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A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be [8] - Max Verstappen
written by alocon
Note: Name and Part One based on the song A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be by Jess Benko.
Summary: Mini chapter. When the FIA tries to stop you driving at the next grand prix weekend, the drivers decide to take a drastic, but necessary, turn to stand up for you.
Before you read: Use of Y/N
fc: Blanca Soler
[Previous Part] [Masterlist]
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A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be- - MV¹ x Fem!OC
“So, question for Y/N.”
You were currently sat in the interviews before the next race, in a press conference with you, Lance, Zhou, Logan and Nico. You had been expecting this question when it came but had not expected it only 3 minutes into the questions.
“We hear you're under investigation by the FIA, would you like to expand on that and what you are under investigation for?”
“Yes,” you sat up in your seat, more than happy to speak. “I have been put under investigation for creating a hostile work environment since 2019. Apparently, I have been acting hostile towards Christian Horner, despite the fact its more like the other way around.” You shrugged.
“Right.” The interviewer shrugged. “And how might this affect your driving?”
“Well, pending the results of the investigation, they may, as a punishment, revoke my super licence.”
“So let me get this straight,” Crofty said, speaking up. “You're at risk of losing your racing licence because of you allegedly being hostile to the Team Principal of Red Bull Racing since 2019?”
I nodded.
Lance then spoke up. “I think it's suspicious that these rumours suddenly came around just after a podcast episode about some of her treatment at Red Bull and a post of her and Geri together.” He said. “It seems very strangely timed.”
“Almost like they're trying to silence her for Christian's actions.”
The drivers in the conference all started defending you, putting a smile on your face. It was sweet to see them all so defensive over you, instantly jumping to your protection without even being asked their opinions.
“It had been oddly timed.” You said. “All of a sudden, after me putting in a complaint about Christian Horner to the FIA, I was the one under investigation. I think that it's ridiculous to be honest. I provided evidence - more than enough. And yet I am still the one under fire.”
“I hear a lot of drivers and other staff are supporting you.” Crofty said. “Do you have anything to say to that?”
“Yes. I am so grateful for the way that the drivers have treated me, and other staff, both at Mercedes and other teams. I appreciate that they have been defending me to the FIA, and taking a stand with me against the unfair treatment that I have been under by Red Bull and the FIA in the past couple of weeks, and Red Bull since I joined.”
“So are you still racing this weekend?”
“No. They've told me I'm not allowed to race until the investigation is over.” you explained, frustrated.
The rest of the press conference went well and, soon, you were back in your drivers room and soon heard the door open. You looked up, seeing the drivers slip into your room. All of them.
“We're here to take your mind off of all the bullshit going on. So. We have fifa, Uno, monopoly, Mario Kart, we got your switch so you can play animal crossing if you want,” Lando began to list off everything.
You chuckled, smiling sweetly at them at the kind kind actions of going out of their ways to try to cheer you up. So that's what happened. You all sat on the floor talking, playing games, chilling out and discussing how to sort this out when Charles came up with an idea.
“A strike.”
“A what?” You looked at the Monegasque, confused at the sudden outburst.
“We could go on strike. Refuse to race until Horner is gone and the investigation is dropped.”
There were some cheers from the drivers.
“Guys. What?” You said when you saw the agreements. “You don't have to do this.” you said.
“Let's vote then.” Charles said. “All in favour?” 19 hands went up. “All against?... Then it is decided.”
After some planning, it was in order.
El Plan (2025 Driver's Strike edition)
Step One: Pack our stuff.
You all got to work, packing out bags, everything we needed.
Step Two: Prepare the vehicles.
That went by quickly too.
Step Three: Tell Our Team Principals
You walked into the emergency meeting with George and Toto, sitting down.
“What's this about? What's going on?” He asked, confused.
“We're going on Strike,” George announced.
“You're doing what?”
“This wasn't my idea,” you started. “But one of the drivers suggested a full driver Strike. Because of the investigation.”
George started explaining the details. The plan. Afterwards, there was a moment of silence.
“Fair enough,” Toto said. “I wouldn't be able to stop you and to be honest, I don't even want to. I don't want you losing your seat, Y/N. Go wild. Have fun. Call me when you're off strike and keep me updated, yes?” He said. You and George looked at each other, surprised it went so well.
Over in the Red Bull office, it wasn't going as well.
“You're doing what?” Christian snapped, angrily.
“Going on strike.” Max leant back in his chair.
“Until the investigation is dropped, we will not race.”
“This is insane! What is wrong with you?” He snapped angrily. “You shouldn't do it if you want your contract renewed, Max.”
“I'm sure there are other teams who would happily take me,” He said standing up, walking straight out the door without another word, being quickly followed by his teammate.
Step Four: Announce the Strike.
“Right, hello,” Crofty said, looking at the camera. “So, we've got a sudden broadcast request from the drivers so… that's what is happening here.”
Bernie spoke up. “We have no idea what this is about. Take it away.”
Your designated speakers - Charles and Max - stepped up to take the mics.
Max got up his script. “Today, Charles suggested something and we did a vote, getting back unanimous agreement.”
“All of the drivers on the current Formula One grid will be going on strike. None of us will drive until our demands are met.” Charles paused before speaking again. “Demand Number One: The investigation on the Mercedes-AMG Petronas driver, Y/N L/N, is dropped. The treatment she has received from both Red Bull and the FIA recently, and since 2019, has been absolutely unacceptable. They are trying to silence her and stop her from racing, so if she can not race, we will not race.” He looked at Max, nodding for him to read the next demand.
Max smiled, looking at the camera. “Deman Number Two: Christian Horner is removed as the team principal of Red Bull Racing indefinitely and an investigation is opened on Red Bull, Christian, and the head of the FIA. I should've stood up for the treatment of Y/N back in the day, and I didn't. But I will do it now. The treatment she had endured was something I would never wish on a driver. The constant hours of berating her for doing her job, and blackmailing her by threatening to reveal that she miscarried are unacceptable and they, Christian especially, should be taken into account.”
“We want to make it clear that this was not the decision or suggestion of Y/N L/N. This was entirely my suggestion, and all of the drivers instantly agreed. Do not send her hate for this. We will ensure that anyone who has attended any races or paid to attend any of the races get compensated somehow, and we will ensure that every single person who has paid to attend the races gets an apology that it has had to go this far. Action will not be taken until we make a drastic move, so this is our drastic move.” Charles then said his final sentence. “None of us will drive until our demands are met.” Charles repeated again.
-word count: around 1,300-
Hi All!!
Hope you're well. Here is a mini chapter for the Max story. Expect some drivers' strike chapters soon. This is unedited. Love you all x
Have a good day
Alocon
Taglist: @c-losur3 @itsjustkhaos @reidsworld @d3kstar @casperlikej
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skz catching you reading fan fiction
pairing: idol ot8 x reader
wc: ~5.4k
warnings: lots of reader being embarrassed obv. pet names, hyunjin’s is a tiny bit angsty (sorry), a very brief joking mention of dying in seungmin’s
an: this is a repost from my recently deceased blog hyunjins-orange-slice. may she rest in peace. some of the fanfictions mentioned in this are mine and have been linked. others i just made up. 💕
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“Come here. Across my lap, princess.” He ordered.
‘oh this is getting good’ you said quietly to yourself. you were in bed, cuddled up under the covers, the only light coming from the screen of your phone. your eyes flashed across the page quickly, needing to find out what happens next. it had clicked in your brain earlier today that there could quite possibly be fan fiction about your boyfriend floating around on the internet somewhere. you were aware of his fame. but that’s not why you’re with him, even though that’s how you met him. you had been together for a while now, and you cursed yourself for not thinking of this sooner. of course there’s fan fiction about him. and even though it makes you cringe in a way, you couldn’t stop yourself from immediately searching for it as soon as you got home. chan is still at the company, always working the long hours, so you were unsure when he would be home. but you assumed it would be late. so you allowed yourself to get lost in the world of stray kids tumblr. you had read a few already, but this one, this one was spicy. you could feel that familiar throb in between your legs.
“Honey..” He said in a surprised tone. “You’re so wet.” He ran his middle finger up your slit, playing in your wetness. He gently prodded your entrance. You moaned quietly against his thigh. “Only a couple more.” He said, then he spanked you again.
you squeezed your thighs together, briefly thinking of grabbing that buzzing friend from the top drawer of your nightstand. but before you could do so, the bedroom door opens. a tired chan enters, setting his bag down. you let out a gasp and clutch your phone against your chest as he looks up at you, suspicion on his face.
"whatcha doin, baby?" he asks.
"uh.. no-nothing." you stammer back. real smooth.
"why are you hiding your phone from me?" he looks a little concerned now as he sits on the bed next to you. he didn’t want to let himself think that you may be romantically talking to someone else. but he couldnt help it. you could read his feelings all over his face. and as embarrassing as it was, you couldnt bare for him to think you were cheating. it’s best that you just tell him the truth.
"i.. i might have been reading a story.. about you. written by a stay." you say, unable to look at him. you stared at the outlet on the wall across from the end of the bed.
he laughed. "fan fiction?!" he exclaimed, laughing even more. your face turned a bright red. "show me. let me see." he said, reaching for your phone.
you held it tighter to your chest. "no!" you argue, pulling away from him.
"cmon baby. let me seeeee." he whined, reaching for your phone again. you held it out of his reach, so he used his not so secret weapon. he started tickling your sides. you immediately screamed in pained laughter and folded your body in on itself and toward him, trying to detach his hands from your skin. he let go, grabbing the phone, and jumping off the bed. he ran to the corner of the room and you sat up on your knees on the bed. you didn’t move any closer, having realized your defeat.
"Good girl baby, suck daddy’s cock, choke on it, you can do it, take it all, that’s my girl…?" he read aloud. his sentence ending in a question, not having thought that the fan fiction you would be reading would be smut. the tips of his ears turned slightly pink, and you covered your face with your hands before he could look at you. "you’re reading a fan fiction called ‘his good girl, always’?" he asked, slightly stunned. but you could hear the amusement returning to his voice. "what does dom daddy chan mean?"
you groaned. "is this what you fantasize about, baby?" he asked but you couldn’t answer him. "look at me, honey."
you shook your head no, still covering your face with your hands. "i said look at me, princess. cmon, be a good girl." an involuntary whimper escaped your lips at that, and you slowly peeked at him over the tips of your fingers. a smirk was on his face, one dimple poking out, his eyes dark with lust. "let’s finish reading this, yeah?"
⋆。‧˚minho˚‧。⋆
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“hey min?” you called. an answering grunt came from the other room. “could you pass me my phone? soonie is sleeping on my lap.”
you were sure he heard you. you could hear him get up from his desk and walk to the nightstand to get your phone. but that had been a couple minutes ago. what was taking him so long?
"minho?" you called again. he slowly shuffled into the living room, your phone in his hand, his face pointed at the screen. there was a smirk on his face.
oh shit.
you remembered what you had been doing on your phone last. you were sure you fell asleep earlier with tumblr open to the story you were currently reading. you enjoyed reading fan fiction about your boyfriend, though you never wanted to admit that to him. you felt like you might not have a choice in the matter now. you had been caught. he stopped a few feet away from you, still scrolling, his eyes moving back and forth as he read. the smirk on his face only grew as he continued to skim the page.
"min, give me my phone please." you said quietly. he held a finger up, shushing you.
"My cock drunk little slut, takes my cock so good." he read from the screen. "is this what you’re always reading on your phone?" minho asked, finally looking up at you.
you buried your head in your hands, scaring the cat off you lap. "i didn’t know you liked to read fan fiction about me. you have the real me, you know?" he said. "why am i always calling the reader kitten? is that a thing that stay thinks i like?"
you groaned. you could feel him come closer, until he was standing right in front of you. he dropped your phone onto the couch next to you, you could feel it bounce on the cushion. "hello?" he asked. you still couldn’t look at him. your face burned with embarrassment. your whole body burned with embarrassment. he wrapped his hands gently around your wrists and tugged. you let him pull your hands away from your face. he let go of your wrists and then used his fingers to tilt your chin up, so you were facing him. he was grinning, and you couldn’t help but notice the veins running up and down his arms. his arms never failed to make you a mess for him. "is that what you want? for me to call you kitten?" you tried to look away from him, but his grip tightened on your chin. "ah ah." he scolded. "answer me."
"i- it’s- um.. it’s something that i’ve thought about.." you admit. his thumb moved to gently stroke your cheek.
"you should have just told me that." he says, sweetly. "you want me to manhandle you too, like in that story? want me to use toys and eat my cum from your pussy?" his thumb has made its way to your lips now. gently rubbing back and forth before pressing into your mouth. you wrapped your lips around the digit, running your tongue around it.
"mmhmm" you mumbled around his finger.
"i think that can be arranged.. kitten." he purred.
⋆。‧˚changbin˚‧。⋆
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you were sat in the corner of the room, butt on this hard ass wooden bench, swallowed by your boyfriends hoodie, face buried in your phone. changbin had begged for you to go to the gym with him today, and so you agreed. he’s so cute when he pouts and puffs his little cheeks out. but you had no intention of working out with him. you just said you would come. so he’s working out while you watch from the sidelines. and oh boy you could watch him work out for hours. he was currently doing the bench press? bench pressing? he was laying down on the bench thingy and pushing up on the bar thingy with the heavy thingies on the ends. chan was spotting him but changbin didn’t need it. he was all sweaty and yummy. so buff. were you drooling? see this is why you were looking so intently at your phone. if you watched him work out for too long, you got all soft and gooey and you didn’t want that. but looking at your phone wasn’t helping either. in fact, tumblr may be making your situation worse. but you couldn’t look away. not when there was a detailed fan fiction in front of you about your boyfriend. you were just reading it at first because it interested you. you know, for science. did they describe him correctly? did they get his size right? you were surprised to find out that the stories were actually pretty accurate. so then you kept reading. and now your 8 thousand words deep in a slow burn smut fic about him and you just so happened to get to the good part while you were in the gym with him. fuck. your body started getting hot. you stretched and removed your hoodie from your body. you kept scrolling, the content getting spicier and spicier. he was doing what with his tongue? holy shit why hasn’t he ever done that to you in real life?
"are you hot baby?" his voice pulled you from your fantasy land and startled a jump out of you.
"ah!" you exclaimed. you held your phone close to your chest, your cheeks burning up and flushing red. he was standing in front of you, sweaty. his black muscle shirt sticking to his body. he wiped the sweat from his face with a small white towel. your mouth filled with saliva at the sight of him. you forcibly swallowed before answering him. "uh.. yeah i got a little warm." you tell him.
"are you okay? you seem a little flustered." he sits down next to you on the bench. he chuckles to himself. "you know, you’re acting like you usually do when i’m teasing you."
your face and body were on fire. you looked down at the floor, at the wall, anywhere but at changbin. your silence must have been loud.
"baby?" he reaches for your arm. you flinch at the contact, not out of fear, but out of desire. you were in the gym and you were so embarrassed. you couldn’t have him touch you at all, not even on the arm. your phone clattered to the floor, having lost your grip when you flinched. you immediately reached for it, but changbin beat you to it. and of course, just your luck, he glances at the screen as he hands it back to you. "what’s this baby? what’re you reading?" he skims the page some more. "those are some naughty words.." he says, quieter this time. you try to take the phone from him but he moves it out of your reach, continuing to read. "this is about me?" he says a little too loud.
"bin, give me my phone back please." you say, reaching for it. he hands it over.
"sure baby. i didn’t know you liked to read fan fiction about me." he was smirking at you. clearly poking fun. "and it was dirty fan fiction too. baby. i didn’t know you were so naughty." he chuckles.
"binnie.. please don’t. i’m flustered enough as it is."
"was the story that good?" he asks, serious now.
you nod. "it’s pretty good, yeah. and we’re here in the gym and you’re all sweaty and muscly and i’m about to loose it, bin."
he outright laughs now. "okay baby. let’s get you home and you can tell me about your story." he stands and takes your hand, leading you out to the car.
⋆。‧˚hyunjin˚‧。⋆
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"You are so beautiful, baby.” He said, stroking your cheek. “Such a pretty girl, about to suck her daddys cock.” You could feel your panties getting wet. “Open.” He ordered.
you absentmindedly rubbed your thighs together, trying to get any friction you could, so absorbed in the story you currently had open. you were in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, your elbows on the countertop. you eyes were glued to the screen. you were in the kitchen to make some dinner. you were hungry and you knew hyunjin would be home soon and probably would want something to eat as well. but now your hunger for food was long forgotten as a hunger for something else took over your mind. you didn’t even hear hyunjin put his key in the lock and open the door. he kicked his shoes off and dropped his bag, but you had no idea. one hand was against your mouth, the other hand had a death grip on your phone, thumb scrolling away at the text. hyunjin approached from behind, a little entertained that you hadn’t noticed him, and curious about what has you so focused. he peeks over your shoulder to glance at your phone.
The image of him above you may as well have been holy. It was holy to you. He was a god, and you worshipped him as such. “Fuuuck, baby.” He moaned, breathlessly.
he slowly wrapped his arms around your waist, scaring the daylights out of you. you jumped, dropping your phone, it clatters noisily onto the counter.
"what are you reading, angel?" he asks softly against your neck. he places a small kiss there.
"nothing." you lie quickly.
"didn’t seem like nothing." he hummed against your skin. "seemed kinda dirty. can i see?" he reaches around you for your phone and you don’t stop him. you know that you will never win an argument against hwang hyunjin. his long fingers close around the device, and he stands straight as he brings it to his face to look. you straighten as well, but you don’t turn to face him. you don’t want to see the look on his face when he sees what you’ve been reading.
"are you reading smut about me?" he asks. when you don’t answer, out of embarrassment, he gently grabs your shoulder and turns you around. "is this fan fiction?" you slowly nod your head, not looking at him, trying to understand his tone. he sounded upset.
"are you unhappy with our relationship?" he asks. that startles you to attention. you look up at him, his eyes filled with sadness.
"what? no, jinnie. absolutely not."
"then why are you reading this, if not to get something that you crave?" he argues. "am i not fulfilling your needs?"
"no. you are. i just—"
"i don’t understand why you would need to read this, unless you’re unhappy with me." he cuts you off. "especially smut. if i’m not satisfying you sexually, then we need to talk about that."
"that’s not it." you tell him. "i started reading it while you were away on tour because i missed you so badly. and some of it is actually.. good. so now, when i miss you and want to picture different scenarios about you, i’ll read some. i promise it has nothing to do with our relationship. it’s just fun to read what stay writes about you. and that one i was reading just now.. is pretty hot.." your cheeks flush. "i was actually going to bring it up with you to see if maybe you wanted to try something like that.." you look down at your hands, twirling your fingers together.
"you promise? if there’s something wrong, i can’t fix it unless you tell me about it." he says, holding you by the shoulders.
"i promise."
he’s smiling down at you now. "well then i guess let’s see what you’ve been reading. i saw you rubbing your thighs together, it must have been good to get you all hot and bothered like that." he starts reading the screen again. his smile grew the more he read. "so.. the part that you like.. is it the face fucking? or the daddy/princess dynamics?" he asks, seriously. but you feel it straight in your core. your panties sticking to your skin.
"i kinda like all of it.." you say quietly.
he sets the phone back down on the counter and brings his hand up to stroke your cheek. you noticed he was still a little sweaty from practice, and that only made you wetter. he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your mouth, his lips so plump and soft. he pulls away only an inch or so and then says against your lips, "well then get on your knees, princess."
⋆。‧˚jisung‧。⋆
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"hey sungie, could you grab my phone?" you ask, just getting out of the shower, wrapping the towel around your torso and reaching for your comb.
"sure." he pauses whatever game he was playing and gets up to retrieve your phone from the bed for you. when he grabs it, he looks at the text filled screen. it only takes a moment for him to read the words.
‘that’s it baby, you like it when i ride your cock like this?’ ‘yes mommy.’
he felt his cock twitch in his pants, and his ears flame with heat at the same time. he drops the phone back on the bed and turns around and leaves the room immediately without saying anything to you.
"sungie?" you look after him, worriedly. you drop your comb and follow him into the living room. he’s pacing back and forth in front of the couch, biting on his thumb nail. "what’s wrong?" you ask. he doesn’t answer you. he just keeps pacing back and forth. you wonder what the heck has gotten into him. you return to your bedroom and grab your phone from where it was laying on the cover. you look at the screen. that fan fiction you had been reading was still open. oh no. was he freaked out that you were reading this? you’d never told him about it because you thought it might freak him out, and maybe you were right. you returned to the living room. han was sitting on the edge of the couch now, a blank stare on his face, his mind a million miles away.
"did you read what was on my phone?" you ask him.
he looks up at you, startled. "uh yeah, i did. i’m sorry! i didn’t mean to read it, it was just open and a couple words jumped out at me and i couldn’t help but read them but i promise i wasn’t trying to spy on you or anything it was an accident, i-" he was rambling.
"sungie, it’s okay." you cut him off. i don’t mind that you looked at it. i have nothing to hide. especially from you." you smile at him.
he looks back down at his hands, silent yet again.
"did you want to talk about it?" you asked. "do you have any questions?" you walked over and sat next to him on the couch. he leaned back, throwing his head over the back of the couch dramatically, his eyes shut. you noticed his hands were covering the tent in his pants. so he must have liked what he read you thought.
"it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it right now. i can go back to the bathroom and we can talk about it after you’ve had time to think." you move to stand from the couch but han grabs your wrist. you look at him, his eyes wide.
"you were reading fan fiction about me?" he asked quietly. you nodded at him. "and you like to read that stuff?"
"i do." you answer him. "is that okay with you?"
he nods slowly, still thinking pretty hard about something.
"what do you like about them?" he asks.
"i just like to imagine different scenarios about you. especially when you’re gone on tour and i miss you. but i must admit, i’m pretty partial to subby jisung." you tell him, smirking. you loved to tease him. his face flushed a bright pink at your words.
"what’s subby jisung like?"
"well," you start, placing your hand on his thigh. "subby jisung is very needy, and whiny. he just can’t help it, he wants the reader so bad."
he shifts uncomfortably in his seat, trying to adjust his pants discreetly, but he fails.
"do you like the thought of that?" you tease. "did you like what you saw? the reader in that story was riding subby jisung as he begged. is that what’s got you hard?"
he shook his head no.
"then what was it?" you ask. he removes his hands from his front, fully exposing his erection to you, only hidden by his sweatpants. he makes grabby hands at you, and you smile. you stand up from the couch and drop your towel to the floor, fully naked in front of him. "what do you want, sungie? what did you read that you liked so much?"
"mommy.." he said quietly.
"what was that?" you say, teasing him some more. you loved it when he got like this. all soft and shy. you leaned down and grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants, clinging tightly to his small waist. you tugged them down and off him completely, his cock standing at attention.
"mommy.." he said a little louder. "please.."
"please what?"
"ride me, mommy. please." he begged. and how could you say no to that?
⋆。‧˚felix‧。⋆
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you were both on the couch, facing each other, your legs tangled together. felix was playing a game on his switch and you were scrolling tumblr. it didn’t take long after you found the fic for you to start rubbing your thighs together. you “accidentally” brushed your foot against felix’s pants.
“hey angel, be careful where you’re kicking.” he giggles, never taking his eyes off the screen.
“sorry lixie.” you say softly, trying to hide the neediness in your voice. apparently you failed, because felix put his game down and looked up at you.
“what’s the matter, flower?”
you just shake your head no, still staring down at your phone.
“did you watch that maniac fan cam of me again? baby i know you like the ending fairy but im literally sitting right here. i couldn’t even perform because i was injured.”
that makes you smile a little. you do really love that performance. it’s his smile at the end. but no, you were wet from something else this time. “no, that’s not it.” you tell him.
“then what?”
you just shyly hold out your phone to him. he gently takes it from you and skims the words on the screen quickly. “oh. fan fiction? i’ve read this one actually. it’s pretty good but i wouldn’t say it’s my favorite one.”
you look at him, shocked. “you’ve read that one?”
“yeah i think changbin and i read this one together actually.” he laughs. “i try to stay away from the smut, because it’s a little weird to read that about yourself you know? but occasionally one will pop up and i’ll look it over.” he hands the phone back to you.
“pop up? pop up where?” you’re still shocked, mouth hanging open.
“on my tumblr.” he says matter of factly. “my favorite ones are the fake text ones. the unhinged ones where im sending funny memes.” he’s laughing again and you’re just looking at him. his beautiful face and you’re just in awe of him. of course this man would read his own fan fiction. he’s chronically online. “so.. are you going to tell me what you read that got you all bothered?”
“uh.. i just thought it was hot.. you know?” you say quietly, unable to meet his gaze.
“you like the thought of sucking me off while im playing games online? isn’t that what that one is about?”
you nod slowly.
“you just like the idea of sucking me off? or is it the thought of han or jeongin hearing you on the other side?”
you groan, grinding your hips into nothing. “lixie..” you whine.
“what, angel? i’m just trying to understand you.” he teases. he moves to climb on top of you, your back against the couch cushions, him hovering above you, caging your head with his arms. “do you want to talk about it some more?” he leans in closer. “or do you want to maybe act out your favorite fan fiction with me?” he places a gentle kiss on your lips and you’re lost. nothing exists but him.
⋆。‧˚seungmin˚‧。⋆
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what choices had you made in life to bring you to this point? alone, in bed, one hand in your pants and the other hand gripping your phone, tumblr open. your favorite seungmin fic filling the screen. you had started reading fan fiction about him, and you weren’t proud of it. you just wanted him so badly. and if you were going to fantasize about him, might as well have some help from the internet, right? maybe you were just trying to make yourself feel better. you had known seungmin for a little while now. you have had a crush on him for just as long. it might even be more than a crush if you’re being honest with yourself. ever since you moved into the dorms, you’ve had some huge heart eyes for the guy. but he’s so intimidating. you were scared to ever talk to him. so here you were, hand down your pants, alone at the dorms, moaning his name.
“fuck. seungmin. yes.” you moan to yourself. maybe you were being a little too loud. but you didn’t care. no one was home, and it felt too good. your fingers making sloppy wet sounds as you pumped them in and out. the mental image of him above you had you right on the edge of release. when suddenly.. there’s a knock on the door.
shit.
what the fuck do you do in this situation? you yanked your hand out of your pants so fast, and pulled the blanket up over your head like there was someone actually in the room with you to hide from. you held your breath. trying to be as quiet as possible. after a minute or two, there it was again, the knocking.
“i know you’re in there.” he said. seungmin. you would know his voice anywhere. you’ve been obsessed with it for months now. “are you decent? i’m coming in.” he warns. and before you have time to panic about that, the door cracks open and seungmin sticks his beautiful head inside. he looks around and sees that your hiding under the covers. he walks in and sits on the edge of the bed.
“so.” he starts. “i think we should probably talk about that.” he pokes at what he thinks is your leg, but he can’t be sure. you’re just a pile of blankets. you pull the blanket down to reveal your face, bright red cheeks and watery eyes.
you look at him, but he’s not looking at you. he’s staring at your phone, which is laying on top of the covers, still on and open to tumblr.
“is that my name on the screen?” he asks, emotionless. you couldn’t tell if he was mad or disgusted or intrigued. he pointed at your phone with his index finger.
“i can explain.” you say.
“no need.” he looks into your eyes now. “you’re obviously reading fan fiction about me while you touch yourself. what else is there to explain?”
you seriously wanted to crawl into a hole and die. you prayed for the earth to swallow you up in that moment. where was the alien invasion when you needed it? “i— i guess you’re right..” you mumble. “there nothing else to explain.” you look up at the ceiling, tears pricking your eyes. “i’m sorry.” you tell him.
“don’t be sorry. i quite enjoyed hearing your moans from outside the door. what a thing to come home to.” he smiles his teasing smile at you and in that moment you’re glad that you’re in bed and not standing, because your legs turned to jello.
“i didn’t know my roomie was such a slut for me.” he says, reaching for the blanket. “my little slut.”
⋆。‧˚jeongin˚‧。⋆
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god, your boyfriend had beautiful hands. you had this thought every day, multiple times a day. but you could never say anything to him. you were way too shy for that. and wouldn’t that be weird? ‘hey, innie i think you’re hands are really sexy.’? you were embarrassed just thinking about it. so you kept it to yourself. suffered in silence, drooling over his hands. you had recently turned to tumblr to fulfill your jeongin hand needs. and that was working out fine for a little while. but now, sat on the couch next to him, it’s like his hands are sending out a signal. a loud blaring siren that says hey! here we are! look at us!
the way he’s holding his phone, the muscles flexing as he uses his thumb to scroll instagram. your mind was immediately filled with dirty thoughts. so against your better judgement, you opened tumblr and continued reading. was it dangerous to read this while sitting so close to him? sure. but you couldn’t just excuse yourself to the other room without him having questions. so it’s either this, or just openly stare at his hands until he notices. what you didn’t anticipate however, was him putting his hand on your bare thigh, slowly rubbing your leg up and down, lovingly. he was doing it absentmindedly, ghosting his fingertips across your skin as he scrolled. you were sure your panties and your pajama shorts were probably soaked through at this point.
you forced your eyes back to the screen, but it only made things worse. in the real world, he’s gently rubbing your leg. in tumblr world, he’s wrapping his hand around your throat and squeezing. you accidentally let out a whimper, squirming in your seat. his hand stilled on your leg as he looked up at you. you dropped your phone onto your lap, and covered your face, mortified.
he laughs at you. “you’re adorable. why’re you hiding?” he reaches to try to pry your hands from your face. his fingers wrapping around your wrist send a shiver through your body, straight to your core.
“are those my hands?” he asks, chuckling nervously. you peek in between your fingers and see that your phone was displaying a rather large close up of his hands. somehow, the story you were reading had scrolled all the way back up to the top. there was the title of the story, and a picture of his hands. well fuck.
“i— uh-.” you stammer.
he holds his hands out in front of his face, turning them over and examining them. “what’s so special about them?” he asks, not really expecting an answer. “you must really like them if you’re reading fan fiction about them.” he laughs. “but i’m right here. you have the real thing on the same couch as you. why read about it?” he asks.
your face is bright pink. “i was embarrassed..” you admit softly.
“embarrassed? how long have you been thinking about this?”
you kind of shrug as an answer, meaning it’s been a while. he reaches for your phone, and before you can stop him, he’s scrolling. “choking?” he looks up at you. “is that what you want, baby? for me to wrap my hands around your pretty little throat?” your eyes went wide and you swallowed hard. “aren’t you going to answer me?” he teases. “i bet my big hand would fit almost all the way around..” in one swift motion, he wraps his hand around your ankle and tugs, forcing you onto your back, him kneeling in between your legs. he leans over you, his breath against your cheek, his hand slowly sliding up your chest, his index finger playing with the little dip at the base of your throat.
“i’ll put this hand here..” he says, wrapping it around your throat but applying no pressure. “and i’ll put this one here.” his other hand finds your soaked pajama shorts. “already prepped, baby.” he places a soft kiss against your lips before sliding his hand into your panties, his middle finger finding your hole. “let’s see how long you can last.”
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idek what I was doin here, but enjoy this drabble that I may or may not finish... (I wrote it at like 3am with a major migraine, so I apologize if it's trash ☠️☠️) this also is probably only going to be lightly edited bc my brain hates me, and I feel like I'm about to pass out from tunnel vision
paring: bf!heeseung x afab!reader genre: angst w/ fluff??? warning: cussing, mental health issues (overthinking), heeseung forgetting y'alls anniversary, lmk if I need to add anything! wc: 1.3k
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The rain had started right before you walked up to their front door, drenching you from head to toe seeing as you had no way of protecting yourself. The raindrops covered the tear streaks that had stained your cheeks from the tears that had fallen moments ago. Lighting cracked in the back, muffling the sound of your sobs. 
You wanted to knock on the door, you knew that they wouldn’t care, they never did. Hell Jay would probably give you an earful, but you wished you were here on more happy terms. You wished you didn’t have to track down your boyfriend only to find him at his friend's house. He never responded to any of your texts and all of your calls would ring until eventually going to voicemail. It was tearing you apart because you didn’t know what you did wrong, why he would forget such an important day and ignore you on top of it all.
You raised your hand to knock, but there was a hesitation in your movements. You were scared, scared of the rejection, scared of the confrontation, scared to see Heeseung mad at you. There was a little voice in your head that was telling you to just forget about it and that you were sure he just hadn’t seen the date. Telling you to forgive him to keep from arguing because arguments normally led to yelling and you hated yelling.
Just as you were about to turn and walk away from the house, the door swung open. Jake was taken aback seeing you standing there, eyes wide as you looked up at him. He was just as shocked as you were, if not more, because why hadn’t you knocked yet? And why were you just standing in the rain?
“Y/n, what the hell are you doing?” He finally spoke, causing you to jump at the tone of his voice. Was he mad? Did you really do something to cause Heeseung to come running to his friends? You tried to rack your brain for anything that could have happened, but the more you dug, the more it started to hurt your head.
Before you could dwell any further, you felt your body being pulled before you could even register it. You were standing at the entrance of Jake and Jay’s house. Your body shivered at the sudden temperature change, a sneeze threatening to break through.
“Stay here. I’m going to get a towel.” Jake’s voice was softer this time, causing your brows to scrunch together.
Jake could clearly see that something was wrong. You were never this quiet, never so out of it as you were. He was shocked to see you standing on the porch, drenched in water as if you had been standing there for a while. Heeseung had said that you were going to stay home because you had a test you wanted to study for, so why were you here now? 
The questions continued to eat at his brain as he walked down the hall, stopping at the entrance of the game room, where they were all huddled.
“Hee, your girl is here,” he said, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder. The silver-haired male looked at Jake, confused. You hadn’t told him you were coming; in fact, he hadn’t heard from you all day. That’s what he thought, at least until he reached for his phone, only to realize that it wasn’t on him.
“Fuck.” He cursed under his breath as he stood from his seat, meeting Jake at the door as he was walking back with a towel which only confused the male further. Jake rolled his eyes before shoving the towel into Heeseung’s chest, annoyance pooling in his eyes.
“She’s drenched, and I'm pretty sure she’s been standing out in the rain.” Jake’s words sent a wave of panic through Heeseung’s body. Why the hell would you just stand in the rain? Or even forget your umbrella?
Grabbing the towel, he walked past Jake towards the front door. As soon as he laid his eyes on you, he knew something was wrong. He, however, pushed that to the side as he wrapped the towel around your body, pulling you close.
“Why the hell were you just standing out there?” Your heart skipped as his voice engulfed you, and your eyes trailed up to meet his.
Heeseung could tell that you had been crying. Your eyes were bloodshot, making the color of your iris stand out. Concern and worry etched themselves into his skin, and his hand came up to cup your face in his palms.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” His voice was softer this time, causing more tears to pull in your eyes, and your bottom lip started to tremble once more.
Heeseung could feel his heart breaking, he hated seeing you like this, wanting nothing more than to make you feel better. He needed to know the source first, though. Needed to know who had hurt his precious baby.
“You’ve been ignoring me.” The way your voice came out so broken and hoarse was enough to completely shatter Heeseung’s heart.
“No, no, baby, I left my phone in the car by accident. I wasn’t ignoring you, I swear.” His reassurance mended your heart a little bit.
Key word: little bit
That still left the underlying issue that he had forgotten about your anniversary. You didn’t wanna speak it into existence in case it started an argument. That was the last thing you wanted right now. Heeseung could tell that there was more than what you were letting on; leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to your forehead, noticing how cold your body was. “Fuck baby, you’re freezing. Come on, I’m sure Jay or Jake have some-”
“It’s our anniversary, Heeseung.” The words tumbled from your lips before you could even stop them. Your hand immediately came up to cover your mouth, and your wide doe eyes looked up at him. Confusion pooled in his eyes; he was sure that it was next week. 
“It’s not until next week, though, beautiful.” He sounded so sure of himself that his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.
Your breath hitched in your throat, words failing to be spoken, but your eyes did all the talking for you. Heeseung cursed under his breath before pressing a soft kiss on your forehead once more, then making a beeline for the game room. Not even a few seconds later, he was making his way back to you, his jacket in his hand.
You stood still as he pulled the towel off of your body before draping his oversized jacket over your shoulder. His scent instantly fills your senses and brings you some kind of comfort. You weren’t angry; you weren’t even angry, to begin with. No, you were scared. Scared that he knew but just didn’t care. Scared that he had finally grown tired of you. Scared that-
Your thoughts were cut short when Heeseung cupped your face bringing his lips to yours. It was soft, almost a ghost of a kiss, but enough to fill your frigid body with warmth.
“Whatever you’re thinking, stop. Nothing that your brain is telling you is true, baby.” His voice was low enough for only you to hear, and tears brimmed in your eyes once more, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth.
Heeseung knew how easy it was for you to get into your head and start overthinking things. He knew that if he let you continue that you would only start to pick yourself apart, and he’d be damned if he was going to let that happen because of his mistakes.
“Jake, I’m taking your umbrella.” He called down the hall, not even giving the younger boy a chance to protest as he opened the door and ushered him out.
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chimcess · 2 days
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Waterlog || pjm (3) (teaser)
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Pairing: Jimin x Reader Other tags: Olympic Swimmer!Jimin, Ex Olympic Swimmer! Reader, Swim Coach!Reader Genre: Strangers to Friends to Lovers!AU, Coach!AU, Swimming!AU, HEAVY Angst, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, fluff, eventual smut, I'm so soft for these two it's crazy. Teaser wc: 391 Synopsis: After a car accident ends her athletic career, Y/N has slowly started rebuilding her life again as a high school swim coach. That’s until she gets a request from an old friend and finds herself back in the spotlight as the new coach of Olympic swimmer, Park Jimin. Warnings: toxic relationship (not reader and jimin), arguments, cheating (not reader and jimin), talks about previous child abuse, anxiety attack, strong language, crying, emotional abuse (not reader and jimin), mentions of depression and mental health, lots of angst in this one, finally making some progress though, age insecurity, mutual pining, lots of side character development in this one, they really are so sweet together, jimin just being the nicest boy in the world, so much PDA, physical touch is his love language 👀👀👀, more in the official posting...
Release date: April 6th, 2024 at 6pm EST
masterlist || playlist
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Jimin and I said our goodbyes and I promised the blue haired boy I would call him in the morning to set up another meet up. He called it a group date, something neither Jimin nor I disagreed with, but it did make me feel queasy. Depending on how our conversation goes, we may never spend time together outside of training. I felt like I was going to vomit.
“Let me drive?” Jimin murmured as we parted ways with the couple. 
I nodded, digging in my purse to find them. “Mind reader, I swear. Get out of my head, kid.”
He snickered, “Who says you weren’t in mine, granny”
The queasiness dissipated and I felt like I could breathe a little bit easier now. Being alone with Jimin had never felt this nerve wracking before, not even the first time we met, and it was hard to explain all of the thoughts and feelings going through my head. We were finally having the talk, but I had never imagined it going this way. Handing him the keys, I elbowed him in the ribs.
“Whoops,” I mocked. “You know me and my bad eyesight, kiddo.”
“Watch it,” He hissed, rubbing the spot. “Don’t want you breaking anything. You know you have frail bones.”
I laughed, “Don’t make me give you a knuckle sandwich, punk.”
Sliding into the passenger seat felt less daunting after the light hearted exchange. Still, my blood was pumping as Jimin clicked his seatbelt in place. I had no idea when the conversation would shift into murkier waters, but I needed to start thinking about what to say to him. 
Denying my feelings would only make things worse, and I did not think the younger man would believe me. In fact, he would be offended that I thought he was dumb enough to get bamboozled in the first place. Lying did not seem like the right call anyway. My feelings were not something to feel ashamed about, but they were very frightening. 
“When is later?”
I gasped, startled out of my thoughts. We had been driving for over ten minutes already. Time seemed to slip by when I was lost in my own head. Jimin apologized for scaring me but repeated the question once I reassured him that I was fine.
“Now,” I mumbled. “I guess later is now.”
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i4oba · 6 hours
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nct dream as… / fanfiction aus 𓈒✳︎🏡
[take the quiz here to see which one you get!]
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✰ MARK — childhood friends to lovers!au
ever since you've basically known your name, mark has been the boy next door. there was the cheeky, red letters of "lee" painted on the mailbox, the windows were adorned with the same coloured curtains, and the same doormat has been sitting in front of their door for ages. you have loved mark ever since you two have met. there wasn't a day where you wouldn't think of him, and there hasn't been a day when you haven't loved him. it was like a vicious circle which you couldn't get out of, because those stupid feelings would destroy the oh so precious friendship of yours, and you cannot let that happen, right? i mean, that's what you've thought for far too long, since this friendship meant more to you, than the fragile feeling of love - you didn't want it to get to the point where you would rather spit on each other, than talk it out. maybe that's why you pushed him away from yourself? maybe you just did that because you weren't too sure of your own peace of mind? no matter what, you knew the decision itself was wrong, only to realize it way too late. damaging the friendship and crying yourself to sleep was all your fault, after all, being way too proud and scared, stupid even; when you came back to the town where you two grew up, the least thing you wanted was to meet mark lee, mainly because you wouldn't have been able to look him in the eyes after all these happened. but you had to, so soon you even got a little surprised. it's been a while since the last time you have been home, your bedroom seemed way too unfamiliar at that point, just like the vhs tape placed directly in the middle of your bed. one which you haven't seen yet. it didn't have a title, the white label completely empty as you picked it up. you were a little bit cautious when placing it in the system, waiting for it to play whatever is on it, not having such large imagination to expect anything. it was a home video montage, full of videos of you and mark: playing together, getting ready for the first day of school, going to the movies, the way you two got engaged in middle school as a joke, and the omnious day of prom... you got teary eyed, with one thing on your mind - you have to go and save whatever's left now. maybe you're not too late.
✰ RENJUN — soulmate!au
life had been pretty much grey and dreary until you found The One. the other half everyone had been so obsessed to find. you were never big on all this stuff, because you were convinced you'd be able to live as a single half for you whole life, and don't need anyone else to feel complete. deep inside you knew that all of this is bullshit, truly, and all that was coming out of you was true bitterness and constantly ongoing unsuccessful confessions, making you believe in your delusions. with every passing second, you had to see people find their other half, while you were left to deal with the grey world you were left in, not as a choice but as fate instead. you felt like a loser, a big zero, who doesn't even deserve a soulmate. you thought you were destined to die alone, maybe compensate with something of brilliance: be a composer or a singer, write or paint something extraordinary, lord knows what, just something of importance! you were looking for yourself in every corner of the world, not for a lover or a fling, not for an other half, fully ignoring the law of attraction. it might have been some reverse psychological trick, effecting it all. and this may have been the reason behind why you had to leave that horribly boring theatre play, sneaking out and bumping into The One, who handed back your accidentally dropped bag, slowly looking into your eyes. he might have worked at the theater as he was wearing a name tag on his elegant shirt - huang renjun, it said. but it doesn't even matter, because his eyes were brown! brown! not grey, brown! everything cleared up. you did find the half - with brown eyes and a smile so bright.
✰ JENO — coffee shop!au
it was pretty much bittersweet to step foot in your favourite café: it was getting dark out there, and although the rain has stopped pouring, you got absolutley soaked to the core along the way there, rain replacing the tears on your face by then. your hair was sticking to your forehead uncomfortably, your body trembling without stopping, as you entered. the bell placed above the entrance was ringing lightly, gathering everyone's attention to you, although there wasn't too much people there except for the baristas, maybe two wandering souls, working on their laptops or reading in a cozy corner. well, maybe if it wasn't for getting dumped literal minutes ago, you wouldn't be here either, but it was still the most reasonable choice compared to going to a club or a ruin bar, gettig incredibly drunk, Plus! a good espresso might be able to clear the fog in your head, which you were in need of during this stupidly stressing period of life. you expected hyuck to greet you by the coffee machine, grinning ear to ear, as he always does when you visit between two lectures, but there was a completely new face behind the counter. it's been a long time since you've last seen a new employee here. his smile was sweet and rather warm, eyes conveying a sense of concern as you took one step closer, rubbing your eyes while getting your purse out of your pocket - you discreetly looked at his name tag, right on his black apron: lee jeno. whatta name... by then, you were way to hopeless to try and guess how the day would go, but life had to surprise you, fate deciding funnily against all odds: next to your cup of coffee, there was a napkin, hiding a telephone number on it, messily written down with a short message as well: "would you go out on a date with me, darling? :)"
✰ HAECHAN — rivals to lovers!au
lee donghyuck's name rushed through the hallways of your music academy just as quietly as a whisper, and you never knew why was it all like that ever since you've stepped foot into the school. you couldn't even hide the way too obvious rolls of your eyes every time you heard it. lee donghyuck was one of the biggest prodigies at the academy, no one could even be considered as a rival for him, this is mainly why he was such a big living legend amongst the students - you couldn't even hide how annoyed this made you, especially because he made sure you knew this ever since you two were little. music played a huge part in both of your lives, and somehow, you two always seemed to be at each other's throat, the first place at being the best always changing between the two of you. you could never get rid of each other either; your dad, always being so positive, once said, on your way to the academy sometime between sophomore and junior year, that the only reason behind this is that you two are equally good at what you're doing. you were pretty much skeptic for the longest of time, and felt as if you were destined to be the forever second next to him. you've had enough of always bumping into walls, since hyuck was the one who could stand at the first place ever so proudly. in kindergarten, in middle school, and even in high school, every. god damn. time. and that infuriating smile was plastered all upon his face even when you two were asked to not perform alone on the annual charity gala of your academy - you two had to perform something phenomenal, putting the childish jarring aside, growing out of the silly phase of hating each other, which was all made up by you, and you only, pushing the poor boy away from you. the boy who had always been so obsessed with you, utterly and completely. he won this time again, isn't it right?
✰ JAEMIN — photographer!au
when jaemin brought up the idea of making the last parts of his portfolio with you (which basically means about you), you were a little bit skeptic at first. you loved jaemin dearly, since he was a really understanding friend, but... you were simply terrified of cameras. you didn't really like the idea of being captured at all, you hated looking back at yourself on pictures taken of you, and you couldn't even think about how high quality his pictures would be with that hyper super machine, focused on all the little flawed details of your face that you absolutely despised. no, you couldn't even bear the idea of this whole project, and you stood by this decision of yours, jaemin waiting patiently the whole time, not pushing it too hard. since he wanted to work with you no matter what, giving up on his plan wouldn't be too typical of him - the fight didn't last long but it was pretty heated, him highlighting so many known things that needed to be said finally: it's childish how you reflect on yourself, and your delusions stop you from way too many things. the way he said straight into your face how beautiful he thinks you are, inside and outside, and that he wants the whole world to know how ethereal you are, made you tear up a little - especially when he said his heart breaks every time you speak so lowly of yourself. he truly thinks you're the modern manifestation of aphrodite, that you are his own venus, the muse of him, someone he can adore... that he's way too in love with you to let go of this, and-; the kiss you gave him was short, yet gave him exact answers. answers to hundreds and thousand of unsaid questions he kept hidden in himself for years and years on end.
✰ CHENLE — blind date!au
you clearly didn’t brace yourself for this whole fiasco proposed by donghyuck himself, foolishly believing his reasonings behind how perfect of a matchmaker he is. of course you knew that what he way saying was partly stupid, plus you were like a seventy percent sure he wasn't even sober when he set up a blind date during that omnious frat party he wasn't invited to. you didn't have to worry or anything, that's just how you were - overly anxious of such things, even if you weren't meeting a psychopath. you were only a bit vary of the awkwardness this whole new experience would bring, both of you rushing home way too soon from the date, trying to forget about it as soon as possible. these misconceptions about how the night would go stayed straight until you stopped in front of the restaurant to wait for your - then late already - date. you were a little nervous he stood you up, and you got yourself into the most beautiful piece of clothing from you wardrobe for nothing, but it was worth it, looking back at it, as zhong chenle arrived and you two simply just... clicked? automatically? not to mention you two decided to leave the place after the hors d'oeuvre, since you both found the place a little too fancy at that moment, going to a simple ice cream parlor instead, taking a walk in the park after, talking about anything and everything that came to mind: family, politics, movies and the most embarrassing memories from your childhood came up too, as you couldn't help but laugh at how chenle dropped his ice cream cone on the ground, while he simultaneously promised you that he wouldn't drop the cone on the next date - and you smiled, so happily.
✰ JISUNG — secret admirer!au
you were head over heels for jisung and his undying love for dancing. but, thinking a bit deeper about it, while writing that foolish, teenager like love letter for him, forced into the role of his secret admirer, there were much more of those things that made you feel head over heels for the boy: he showed you what persistence was, he spent the whole of his youth with you, and he wasn't afraid to spend the rest of his life with you, helping you out anytime you're in need of it, since he couldn't not do that as you "best friend". he couldn't be evil with you, he was never able to leave you and he couldn't even envision a future in which you weren't by his side. but the border he made up between the two of you, was never crossed - you two were friends, not more, not less. you were so torn deep inside, as you were helpless, being in the never ending limbo you would rather push forward, but he kept on tugging it backwards; the idea of writing letters was originally from your mother, who had enough of your obvious agony. she was positive you would write every feeling of yours out, making it easier as time goes by. their number kept growing, however, one letter becoming a dozen soon enough, maybe even more in the meantime, while not writing a name on any of them, referring to yourself only as a mere secret admirer. they suddenly disappeared from the bottom of your drawer one day, though, realizing way too late that the ringing phone in your pocket was in fact park jisung, the picture of him taking up the screen of your mobile - did he know?
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“Evan, can I sit?”
He glances up at me and shrugs, patting the ground next to him so I slump down heavily on it and take a healthy gulp from my bottle. 
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“You good, man?”
“Yeah, amazing.”
“I, uh, I see you were chatting to Leah, there? You know each other?”
“Nah.”
“Really? Well... she’s a weirdo anyway, you’re better off getting away from her, like, I just sell her weed and stuff, I don’t really like when she hangs around too long.”
“Yeah, fair enough.” 
“Was she being weird with you?” 
“Nope.” 
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We’re silent as we watch the flames. I begin to wonder what time it is, and whether I've stayed long enough now for it to be acceptable to go home. As I watch all of the other friends around the fire have fun together I’m struck by how much of an outsider I really am. Sure, Rob and Katie are nice, but will any of that niceness extend into normal life with the eyes of everyone else at school upon us? Surely they will go back to the steps at the back of the school while I go back to the rugby changing rooms, or the library, as it may be and things will resume as they are, as they've always been and always will be. Realistically, would they ever be seen with me? Would I ever be seen with them? There's this weird, empty feeling in me, a feeling that just compounds day after day, month after month, year after year, and it's like I don’t belong anywhere or to anyone. I'm just floating in the in-between, and who even am I? What does it mean to even-
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“Hey,” Evan interrupts my spiralling inner dialogue, “I meant to say to you that it’s cool that you came along, you know, even when Jen and Michelle didn’t.”
This takes me by surprise, “You think?”
“Yeah, I mean, I suppose I kind of thought you were just hanging out with us sometimes because of them, and that you didn’t really want to be there, but,” a shrug, “I suppose that isn’t true.”
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“No, I like hanging out with you.”
“And it’s not just because you’ve been ostracised by your other friends?”
I hesitate for a beat, “No.”
Evan laughs, “Wow, I’m so convinced!”
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“No, come on,” I rock to the side and nudge his shoulder with mine, “Like, yeah, sometimes it’s nice to have Jen here, but I’m fine, I can handle myself around the emos… and as for Michelle, well, she hates me, so it’s actually kinda comfier when she’s not here, and- oh,” I realise immediately what I’ve said, “um, well I don’t really mean that, it-”
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“No, it’s okay,” Evan says, “I know that you two aren’t exactly best friends or anything.”
“Ah, so she’s talked to you about me.” 
“Nah, you’ve honestly never come up in conversation.”
“Somehow that’s worse.”
He snickers. 
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“How are, um,” I pick at the beer label with my thumb, “How are things going with you guys? Like, the last time we talked you were feeling kinda…”
A sigh, “Oh, yeah, it’s the same. Like, she’s so nice but sometimes I don’t feel like I get enough from her.”
“Uh huh.”
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“I kind of get a bit annoyed about it sometimes, like, how are we supposed to be together properly if I hardly see her? Like, man, she’s allowed to come to my house like, once a week. In the afternoon. And that’s the only time we can… uh, hook up or whatever. It’s so annoying.”
“Just from an outsider's perspective, you know, you seem pretty happy.”
“Yeah. She’s definitely into me,” He musses up and fixes his fringe, “I dunno. It’s fine, just sometimes I wonder about shit. You know what I mean, right?”
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“I’m probably not the best person to ask, seeing none of my relationships have worked out so far, and I’m also fairly drunk, so…”
“But you know what it’s like to be with someone who wouldn’t give you the things you needed, right?”
“Yeah, ‘course.”
“So you do get it.”
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“Mm, I suppose,” as our conversation tapers off I let my mind drift into thoughts about love and loneliness and the hollow disappointment of all of my relationships. These are bitter, useless, self destructive thoughts as usual, made even worse by the fact that I’m not exactly capable of rational thought while inebriated. Is drinking bad for me? Am I a miserable drunk? I have to physically shake myself out of my own head before I start talking myself into a hole again.
I turn to Evan to start saying something else about, I don’t know, whether he’s ever tried pranking someone by turning their school bag inside out and putting the books back into it or something stupid like that, but I see he’s distracted by something else across the bonfire. 
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It’s that girl with the pink hair. She’s leaning over a bag to rummage for more beer, and her short skirt rides up when she’s bent over like that so that her underwear is visible through the sheer material of her tights. I frown at the dirty little smirk on his face, the way hungry eyes follow her movements, and the look between them as she glances over her shoulder and sees him watching her. I nudge my knee against his to interrupt whatever is going on.
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“Wow, nice legs, huh?” 
He looks at me, surprised, but lets out a rough laugh, “Yeah, for sure.”
“Is she into you or am I just seeing things?”
“Nah, I don’t know about that.”
“Oh, c’mon, no, I’m just messing with you, she just looked like… I dunno.”
“Like what?”
I shift awkwardly, “You know what, don’t mind me, I’ve had too much to drink, I thought I detected flirting, or whatever, I guess I was wrong.”
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The girl kneels onto the ground and starts asking around for the bottle opener, and Evan doesn’t take his eyes away from her. “She’s pretty though, isn’t she?”
“Hm?”
“Carlie. That’s her name. She’s pretty, do you think?”
“She’s single?”
“Yep.”
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“So are you trying to set me up with her or are you just pointing that out?”
“I’m not trying to set you up.” Evan seems agitated by this idea that I might try to date pretty Carlie, who, by the way, treats me like I am contagious. As though it’s any of his business what she does, as if he should even care. Something sour settles in my gut, but I can’t tell whether it’s that I'm weirded out by this conversation or if the alcohol is nauseating me. 
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“Right, well, she’s not my type,” I watch his face carefully, “Is she yours?”
“She’s pretty hot.”
Maybe he's looking for my approval or my agreement, which I don’t give him on purpose. To see where it leads me I respond with a benign, “Oh, you think?”
“Uh huh,” They catch eyes again and she smiles coyly and quickly looks away to resume her conversation. That’s flirtation. She’s flirting with him, and him back, right in front of my face. 
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“You know, a lot of people would consider your girlfriend to be pretty hot too.” It’s true, I’ve heard those rugby boys saying it before, the only time they ever had anything remotely complimentary to say about any of the emos was to point out the things they fancied about Michelle and what they might like to do to her if she A. wasn’t emo, or B. nobody knew, so that they wouldn’t have to suffer the social consequences. I feel disgusted again at this memory. I know where I was, sitting on the bench lacing up my boots and saying nothing while they spoke casual filth about a girl I know. 
It’s a similar feeling to the one I have now at this bonfire with Evan, and maybe this is how he is when he’s drunk, maybe he just gets a bit… leery, but when he stares across the fire at someone who isn’t his girlfriend I swear I am looking at Willy FitzHerbert. 
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He waves my comment away, “Yeah but at least Carlie is interested in sex.”
“How do you know that?”
He leans closer, “Obviously because I’ve done it with her.”
“Yeah?” I say, “When?”
He smirks and says nothing.
I push him again. “A few years ago?”
He lowers his voice and looks at me with eyes that glitter with salacious excitement. I don’t think I’ve ever once seen another boy look so pleased with himself as he says: “Try a month ago.”
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It takes all my self control not to react. I just pause for a second as a shock of revulsion rips through my body, I feel it from my feet to the top of my head, and then, when I decide to speak, my voice is strange to my own ears, “While you were with Michelle.”
A shrug, “It just happened on a night out when she wasn’t there. I dunno.”
“She doesn’t know?”
“Course not. She’d break up with me.”
“And... you don’t want that.”
“No, because we’re in love. This stuff with Carlie, it was just… you get what I mean. It’s not like that with her.”
I sigh, “Uh, yep.”
So it appears it is the same for Evan as it is for all the others. Michelle is the virgin, Carlie is the slut and he wants it all at the same time. A girl worthy of love, and a girl interested in sex, two things that cannot converge. There is no girl that can be both.
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“It felt good to let loose with someone who knew what they were doing, and like, not have to think so hard about making the other person all safe and comfortable and, blah,” he rolls his eyes, “Carlie is cool.”
“Right, yeah, she seems it.”
“You get me, right? Guys like us, you know, we need to be able to just relax sometimes, not think so hard…”
“Yeah, for sure… Guys like us, huh?”
“Hell yeah!” He clinks his beer bottle against mine, “I knew you’d get it, honestly, I wasn’t sure if I should say something but I feel good now that you understand what I meant.”
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I try to laugh but it sounds weird and strangled, so I bring the bottle to my lips in the hope that drinking will disguise my discomfort, or at the very least numb it a bit. I finish the last two thirds of it and toss it somewhere amongst the miscellaneous rubbish, remnants of a hundred other miserable bonfire nights on Dollymount strand.  
Then, after a minute or two Evan nudges me again. It’s hard to look at him but I force myself to because it is what I would do if this situation was normal, “You’re not going to say anything, right? Like, to Michelle or Jen? Like I know you probably won’t...” A laugh as he adjusts his fringe, “That'd be insane, I know, but I wanted to make sure.”
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“Me? Nah,” I say, “Why would you even have to ask? Don’t worry about it,” I scratch the back of my head, “your, uh, your secret is safe with me.”
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Chilcille huh... ngl I was a little suspicious. like why would you do that, huh... hope youre not mischaracterizing anyone in your weird and wacky ship. a little weird. but then you said they both had flat asses and you know what? I salute you and your perfect characterization
The fact you seem to think you managed to not make this ask insulting is baffling. What the hell. Fuck off.
If you actually care to be open minded about the ship, I talk about marchil on my sideblog 24/7. Funnily enough I’m currently 4k words deep into an analysis of their character arc together in canon, but that’ll take some more days to get done. Some notable posts:
Of course without counting the analyses of Chilchuck on his own I’ve made, like my masterpost on his family situation. Or better yet you could also read my fics for them, see how weird and wacky they are here.
Wanna talk about mischaracterisation? They’re literally a comedic duo who interacts 24/7. Marchil is crazy bc ppl are like "did those shipper read with their eyes CLOSED?? They have no chemistry!" Meanwhile canon is like: "She’s obsessed with knowing everything she can about him and she reads him like a book." In her eyes he’s like that extra rare and hard and shiny unlockable dating sim character, that brooding mysterious character trope that’s thrilling to crack open and typically is at the center of the plot. The wife roleplay???? "Hey, did you know his type is blondes. Hey did you know he likes his women pretty and blonde. Hey did you know he likes her hair. Hey did you know that he teases her 24/7 and it’s one of the few things that consistently gets him grinning because he finds her reactions cute." Like a schoolyard bully pulling on the pigtails of the girl he likes.
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It’s not like they have any thematic narratives or relevance. It’s not like she’ll live to 1000 and has existential dread about it while he’s logically gonna be her next friend to die at 50 and wether it’s romantic or platonic it’ll terrify her to lose him. It’s not like it’s fear of death x fear of rejection so they’re both obsessed with the thought of loss looming, past and ongoing. It’s not like it’s half-elf x half-foot and there’s an inherent journey that was and still is to dispel prejudices and truly come to see each other. It’s not like he’s painfully real and raw and flawed but still a good man, that he’s not the figure of prince charming that she’s always dreamed of while still being virtuous and worth fighting for.
Just a weird wacky ship who means nothing but shallow things to people who have weirdo reasons for liking it. Like can you not. If you’re not imaginative enough to think of reasons why this ship may have an appealing dynamic that’s not my issue. But yes, yes, they’re both flat asses to me, thanks.
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"Katara Just Needed To Heal Zuko's Scar"
I understand why this argument is being made. After all, she offered to heal Zuko, and so she does. So why are the shippers trying to paint it as some romantic moment? It's a reasonable question. But I'm gonna try to answer it.
Zuko and Katara weren't in love in this scene for two reasons: Firstly, it's their first conversation, making any romantic development feel rushed and unnatural. Secondly, as fictional characters, they don't possess hidden feelings, unless the writers have confirmed otherwise.
So what argument is being made? The argument is that this moment is an example of ship baiting and could have served as romantic build up if the writers decided to go down that route, and I'll explain why.
1# Just because an action was necessary, doesn't mean it can't be seen as romantic
I know how this sounds, but hear me out. Let us take a look at another show, where you'd least expect to see a romantic connection, and the action was completely necessary. I want to discuss Rick and Morty's Beth x Beth.
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Beth is the last person who'd have tension with Beth, clearly it's disgusting. And she really did have to install that chip. But the thought did cross your mind, they did get together, and this scene was romantic build up, despite not being romantic in-universe.
Now that we've looked at the most extreme example ever, it's time to look at a classic: Aladdin. One of the most iconic moments in the movie is when Aladdin simply offers his hand to Jasmine so she'd get on the flying carpet, asking "Do you trust me"?
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Aladdin isn't asking if Jasmine trusts him because they're deeply bonded, he asks that because she's scared to get on the flying carpet. And he isn't reaching for her hand because he wants to hold her hand, he reaches because she'd needhelp getting on it. And yet, it's universally recognized as an incredibly romantic moment.
Very often writers use the mundane necessities like casual touch to set up romantic tension. This narrative approach allows for the gradual planting of the idea in the audience's mind, even in situations where intimacy may not be overtly present, adding nuance and depth to romantic storylines. And in fiction, it's everywhere.
2# The set up wasn't just necessity, it was an intimate moment
In this section I won't try to prove the gesture was romantic, I simply think it's crucial to understand the scene before analyzing it. Katara offering to heal Zuko's scar wasn't a necessity, the touch was the necessity after she already made the offer. This leaves us with a scene that begins with Katara thinking of Zuko as "the face of the enemy", and ends with Katara attempting to heal Zuko's scar.
The moment became intimate the second Katara brought up her mother, and Zuko, who doesn't normally share his emotions, make and effort to connect. Thus, they began to view the other differently, as someone similar to them.
Still, this is their first conversation. And Katara is under no obligation to be even somewhat nice to him. But she decides to use her spirit water on him, and if she had, Aang would have died. That's how important the spirit water is. Saying she "just needed to heal is scar" is quite reductant in my opinion. Choosing to heal him in and of itself is a radical and intimate decision.
Still, non of what I said so far is indicative of romantic build up. Nor is giving other examples from fiction of necessities being romantic indicative of this one being too. So, it's time to finally talk about the touch.
3# The action wasn't actually necessary, to the point where it makes very little sense
Let's remember how Katara did heal using the spirit water:
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She bends the water straight on Aang's back and starts bending it. I repeat: She bends the water straight on the injury.
So writers, please do tell me, if Katara wanted to heal Zuko's scar, where is the water?
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No water and no healing, becsuse it wouldn't look as intimate/shippy with water. Instead, what we got is two shots highlighting the pysical touch between them with soft violin sounds in the background.
In literature, what isn't in text isn't important and should be disregarded. Here, on paper Katara is healing Zuko's scar, but in practice there is no water and all of the focus is on the touching. Therefore, it's signaling the viewers that even though she just needs to cure him, it isn't important. With Katara's thumb on Zuko's lips, with a close up shot on the contact, the only thing that matters is, apparently, their pysical touch.
Additonally, they were interrupted before Katara could do actually anything anyway. In a universe where this scene wasn't ship teasing, Katara would take out the water, almost lay them on Zuko's scar, and then Aang and Iroh would break them out of the cave. Logically, Katara's hand shouldn't have gone anywhere near Zuko, and if it did, it should have looked incredibly unappealing.
But it didn't. In this already very intimate moment, the show puts all the focus on the pysicality of the healing, rather than the healing, and breaking its own logic to do so. Thus, they made it look a lot less like a simple necessity, but rather an act of pure intimacy, as often done in fiction when portraying romantic tension. And that's why this scene was ship baiting.
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"Time & the Trickster"
A Loki/Doctor Who crossover
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Chapter 11: London
While you cling to the slightest hope that you and Loki have a future together, the end of time becomes increasing imminent as you finally reach England and make a final dash to The Doctor.
CHAPTER WARNING (18+): smut-adjacency toward the end of the first block of text (mentions of fingering, grinding, erections, etc.)
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Margaret gave you a large basket of food to take with you, along with three large bottles of red wine. Once she saw you down to the docks, you took advantage of the last few hours of greenish daylight to navigate around the rocky waters that had stranded you in the first place, finally making your way out to the open, safe ocean by dusk. 
Shane and Carrie remained at the helm for the evening. You, Loki, and Joey all sat on the bed down below, a bottle of wine for each of you. Under the dim light from the swinging bulb, you spent half of the night discussing possible ways to rescue Loki from his fate. 
“I will die on the hill that your blonde little other half needs to pay the piper,” you grunted bitterly, sipping at your nearly-empty bottle. The wine was sloshing about in your skull, but the pleasant airheadedness didn’t completely obscure your senses yet. It just made your inhibitions subside. You nuzzled yourself under Loki’s arm, as close to being at peace as you were going to be, for now. 
He rubbed your shoulder with the hand he’d had draped over it. “I know you feel that way. Please understand that it’s more complicated than that.”
“No,” you sighed with a yawn, “I don’t think it is.” 
Joey nodded. “I gotta go with her on this one. We need to get her to go to your place. It’s our best move, and it’s frankly the right one.” 
“You may think you know her from what you’ve seen in the show,” Loki tried to explain, “but one thing they didn’t emphasize enough was just how lethal Sylvie is. Self-preservation is her biggest priority, and anyone who stands in the way of what she is after will die.” 
“If she’s so single-minded, why not trick her?” you suggested. “It’s easy to trip up someone when they’re so obsessed with something else.”
“Because she’s a Loki,” Loki reminded you. “Her intelligence matches mine, she could probably preempt my every play.”
You finished off the bottle in your hands and reached over to place it on the bedside table before rolling back under Loki’s arm. “She’s not quite the same as you,” you added. “Is there a way we can convince her that she will be seen as a hero if she does it?”
Loki shook his head. “She doesn’t want that, remember?”
“Oh right, MacSylvie wants to get back to the deep fryers,” Joey scoffed. It was still odd to you that someone of her supposed power would strive for a life where she would spend her days soaking up cholesterol through osmosis and go home to reruns of Family Guy every night. “Girl must be nuts. I think I’d prefer being alone at the end of time.”
“Nothing will give her more time to be alone with her inner monologue than the throne of timelines,” you said, the wine still catching up to you. Loki’s touch was suddenly making you sensitive. You wished Joey would leave. 
“So,” Loki took a deep breath, going over everything you’d been discussing for the past several hours, “It’s possible my stone will gain some of its powers back once it’s within proximity to The Doctor’s time ship. This means that if we can power up his ship. he can take us back to the TVA, we get her to make her move in my place, and--”
“--what about lying?” you interjected. “We make it look like it wouldn’t work if it were you! Then she’ll have no choice.”
Joey smiled. “I thought you were supposed to be good at that, Lokes!” 
Loki shrugged. “I still don't know if she’ll buy it. I have ventured about with her, she is clever.”
“Sometimes, when it’s down to the wire, choices have to be made in the moment,” you said. “She’s rash, quick, and reactionary. It could work, especially the more things collapse around us.”
“I think this timeline is behind the TVA,” added Loki. “Everything was already reaching a critical point when I threw the stone, and when I landed here, things hadn’t yet begun to fall apart.” 
“So, we pretend to kill you in front of Sylvie when we get The Doctor to give us a lift to the TVA,” Joey mused. “You do tend to fake-die a lot, you know. No reason the rest of South Park won’t buy it if Kenny dies again.”
Loki knitted his eyebrow in confusion. “Let’s do it,” you said. “What does she know about my world?”
Loki thought for a moment. “There’s no reason to think she’d know anything more than I did when I first arrived.”
“Then she won’t know how a sonic screwdriver works,” you suggested. “Let’s get The Doctor to help us fake her out when we get to the TVA. I bet he’s the type to go along, right Joe? You’d know.”
“We can regroup with The Doctor and tell him everything,” said Joey. “But I think we’ve got this. Sis?”
You smiled. “Okay. Loki?”
Loki twisted his lip. He was about to betray Sylvie the moment he gave his word. Something about this felt wrong to him. But then again, something about her slipping off into a happily ever after while he took her sins upon himself also felt wrong. Loki had to be honest with himself, the prospect of being allowed to continue living, perhaps going off with Mobius on more adventures…it was starting to feel like a great prize at the end of the most dangerous game he’d ever played. 
“Okay,” he consented. “We can fake one of you killing me. Then I’ll hide until Sylvie reaches the throne.” 
You felt warm and drunk, smiling with deep satisfaction at the confirmation of Loki choosing you over her. A part of you had been worried that the connection between them had been too deep. 
“Well, in that case,” Joey said, standing up and heading over to the bunk he’d taken during the first half of the trip, “I’m getting a few hours before taking over and letting the others sleep.”
“Sleep well, Joey,” said Loki. 
“G’night, bro,” you yawned again. 
Once Joey pulled the curtain around his bunk, you took off your jeans and crawled under the bedsheets in your t-shirt and underwear. Loki unbuttoned his shirt and let his old, dirty slacks fall to his ankles before crawling in beside you. You rolled onto your side away from him, which he responded to by tucking his chest against your back, spooning around you, and wrapping his long arms around your waist. He felt so good. For a frost giant, it was a bit odd to you that his body heat warmed you faster than a heated blanket. Not that you complained. 
You smiled and moaned as you felt the erection dig into the small of your back, just above your ass. Loki was rhythmically, slowly grinding against you. 
“Someone’s being a bit presumptuous,” you whispered sarcastically. “You open your legs for the God of Mischief one time…”
“You want me to stop?” Loki asked with sincerity.
“I want you to put your hand here,” you answered, taking his right hand and moving it under the hem of your shirt, letting his fingers find your puckered nipple. You allowed him to play with you in lusty silence, your pants syncopating off one another as you both began to rock your hips back and forth. You were tempted to guide his hand between your legs to let him fiddle with your clit, but you weren’t sure if you could control the moans of pleasure he could draw from you by doing that, and Joey was still only about fifteen feet away. 
“You know, I don’t think Disney would appreciate you flaunting this more sexual side of yourself, Sir,” you giggled.
“Which shows how much they know. I’ve had many carnal exploits in my time.”
You took a moment to consider whether or not you wanted to ask the question that had been burned into your mind for a while now. 
“Loki? Did you love her?”
A pause. “Sylvie?”
“Yeah.”
Loki took your breast fully into his hand, and he squeezed it twice before settling his palm there. His large, muscular hands were firm with you. 
“No,” he began, but before you could express any relief, he amended his statement, “Not in the way you fear. Don’t worry, dove. But, I suppose my heart went out to her, with her violent past.”
“You kissed her in the show. Did you really?”
“Yes,” he sighed woefully. “I wouldn’t read too far into it. Heat of the moment, you know. In the midst of battle, you can’t tell the difference between adrenaline and--”
“--I think I understand,” you replied, not as upset as you thought you would be. “Do you think you’ll be able to stand up to her when the time comes? I can see where it might be a lot to ask.”
“Yes,” he replied. “Maybe I should look at it as finally closing the door on one part of my personality forever, ready to move on from things like youthful revenge and angry adventures.”
“That sounds like no fun,” you joked. 
He chuckled and nipped on your earlobe. Loki’s finger slipped up and over your chest to where your tarot pendant hung. He began carelessly fiddling with it. Between the wine, the gentle rocking of the boat, and Loki’s tender touch, you felt yourself beginning to drift off. About three minutes of silence went by, and you began to hear the low sound of Loki’s voice, slowly humming a lullaby as he continued to lightly pet you.
“What song is that?” you asked quietly. 
“An old Asgardian lullaby,” Loki answered, “In places where seidr functions, it contains magic within the melody that induces a light, peaceful sleep.”
His delightful melody was the final pillow on your bed, and you used the last of your energy to pose one final thought: “Maybe…after you’ve been back a while and everything has calmed down…you could come looking for me.” 
“I--Y/N--”
“--we’ve both agreed to re-write the story,” you interrupted his attempt to hesitate. “We might have a chance at a happy ending for ourselves. You could use that stone to find your way back to me someday, don't you think?”
Loki allowed himself one more pleasurable thrust against your back even as you slipped into comfortable unconsciousness. He let his finger trace a few more inches over your cheek before tightening his embrace around your waist, holding you closer to him as if you were his teddy bear. 
“Maybe I could,” Loki said with a smile no one could see, in a whisper no one could hear as he too slipped away. “I think…maybe we could.”
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You were startled awake by Shane, who threw a jacket at Joey and shouted, “Everyone! You have to get up and see this!”
You were jerked from the most amazing dream of your life, still wrapped in Loki’s arms. He’d wrapped a leg over your hip and was draped over you in a highly suggestive position. Luckily, Shane didn’t seem to care. He shook himself awake with an irritable grunt. “What the hell?”
“Jesus, Shane, it’s like 8am, we’ve only been asleep for four hours!” Joey complained. 
Shane ignored your bitching, insisting you all meet on deck in five minutes. 
You could tell through the porthole that the sky was still green, and only brighter than it had been the day before. All three of you rushed to dress, and you barely stumbled onto the deck realizing that you still felt a little drunk from the wine you'd finished off only a few hours ago. 
“Ah!” Loki winced, falling against the railing on the stairs as you made your way tipside. You were right behind him, and positioned yourself to catch him at a moment’s notice.
“Loki? Are you okay?” you shouted, afraid for him. 
“I feel ill,” he said quickly. “Something feels incredibly wrong.”
You helped Loki onto the deck and sat him down in an Adirondack chair. He looked pale and dizzy. “I’ll get you some wat--”
You cut yourself off as you saw the large green landmass passing by on your left. “Oh, is that the far side of Iceland?”
Shane shook his head, confused. “No, that’s not. According to our equipment…that’s the southern coast of Ireland.”
“That’s impossible! We’ve been at sea for twelve hours,” you answered. “We shouldn’t even be past--”
“--we know!” Shane shouted in his panic. 
Loki was beginning to hyperventilate, as if he’d run a mile before taking a seat. “It’s time,” he said. “We’ve got no time. Reality is bending and warping the planet now!” 
“People could die, there could be massive earthquakes!” you gasped. 
“If someone doesn’t save the timelines within the next twenty-four to thirty hours, everything is lost,” Loki predicted, using his intuition to make his guess.
“That soon?” you asked, almost yelling. 
Loki nodded and grabbed your face, kissing you deeply. “I’m afraid so. We’re in the reality farthest from the TVA and the Citadel, and we’re already seeing matter fold in on itself!”
“We could make landfall in Southampton as soon as lunchtime,” shouted Carrie from the helm. “What the fuck?”
“It's for the best,” Loki groaned. “This must be why I feel sick.”
You looked at Joey with concern. He bit his lip, looking around nervously. “This is getting too weird, even for me, Sis!” 
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When you set sail weeks ago, you’d expressed some fear about making berth in Southampton when one of your companions had no ID papers. However, it was evident before you even docked that it wouldn’t have mattered, because no one around you would have bothered to notice. Everyone was running about, panic heightened at the changing planet, the green summer sky, and the other ways in which reality was shifting. You wouldn’t have considered it rioting, but people were definitely scrambling at a moderate level..
Your heart was humming as you grabbed Loki’s hand, disembarking without letting go of him. He laced his fingers in between yours, and you felt immediately safer. The moment Loki’s foot touched soil, his pocket illuminated to a bright green that even his leather jacket tried about his hips couldn’t fully conceal. 
“Norns, I can feel it through the material!” he whispered to you. 
Carrie shook your hand as the three of you began to discuss finding your way to London. “Shane’s staying with the boat,” she said, “But whoever the hell you are: good luck, and don’t ever ask us to do this again.” 
As she left you there on the pier, Joey took out his cracked phone. “If we get a car, we can make it in about two hours.”
“Okay,” you said with sarcastic cheer, “Let’s just walk into the Jolly Ol’ U-Haul with our wallets full of pounds and totally-British driver’s licenses!” 
“Already, genius, what do you suggest we do?” Joey sneered irritably. 
“I don’t know…get a bus?”
“Where and how?” asked Joey. 
You grunted, annoyed. “Well, where and how are we going to rent a car in England? As if you’d even know how to drive one!” 
Loki was looking back and forth between you as if you were volleying at a tennis match instead of bickering back and forth. You glanced at him and instantly knew you were going to los the argument. 
“Fine, Loki, we’ll steal a fucking car,” you rolled your eyes, your reaction dripping with annoyance. 
He smiled and nodded. “You know me, Y/N.”
So you committed grand theft auto for the first (and only) time.. It was incredibly simple, as no one gave a rat’s ass about anything other than the sky, the shifting continents, and whatever that meant would come next. 
It took you a lot longer to drive into London than you expected. It was because your brother was driving like a moron all over the wrong side of the road, not used to the British car’s inverted dashboard and wheel. He kept stopping, starting, turning into the wrong lanes, and misreading speed limit signs. It was like riding in the Cash Cab if the host were on cocaine. 
“You know,” Loki said, his face turning almost as green as the stone in his pocket, “I don’t believe I was in any more danger hanging off of the Bifrost than I am right now!”
As the skyline of London first appeared over the horizon, you sighed. “So, let’s try and get over to Regent’s Park. That’s where The Doctor was allegedly last sighted.”
“How will we know he’s there? What if he isn’t?” asked Joey. “This is one of the biggest cities in the world! We could spend our whole lives here and never find him!”
“This will certainly tell us,” Loki pulled the time stone out of his pocket. It was now wrapped in heat-resistant cloth, pulsing so brightly it could have illuminated a dark room by itself. “I get the feeling that if it doesn’t outright explode upon our entering range, it will still go completely mad.”
Getting anywhere within London’s city limits was next to impossible. Traffic was backed up, drivers were irritable, pedestrians were distracted. The environment was just this side of chaotic. There was something about the tension that still hung in the air that told you the worst was yet to come if this wasn’t solved immediately. 
Eventually, you spotted another vehicle that didn’t belong in this world: a 1980’s Delorean fitted with an odd white device on the top, conspicuously labeled “Mr. Fusion.”
“Oh shit, Joey, can you see that?” you pointed urgently. “It must be the Time Traveler’s Convention this weekend.”
“That ain’t good,” he replied. “The more familiar faces we see--”
“--we need to get to the park,” Loki interjected. “Now.”
“We’re half a mile away,” Joey mentioned, tapping the car’s built-in GPS. “You can run and be there in a few minutes.”
“What about you?” you asked, panic bubbling in your brain. 
“I’ll find a fire zone to park in or something, you and Loki just GO!” Joey insisted, waving his arms as if to dismiss you.
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“It’s WORKING!” The Doctor yelled in excitement. The TARDIS was all but fully functional, the lights now working at full capacity (if not with a green tint). “Damn, the only thing still not connecting is the time vortex itself.”
“The what?” asked Sylvie, on high alert and frequently looking toward the door. 
“The time vortex. It’s what moves the TARDIS through time. She’s still not finding it…it’s like having a car without gas in it, or a computer router without internet, Sylvie. But we’re getting close!” The Doctor began circling the console like an Olympic sprinter. 
“Does that mean Loki’s--”
“Oh, stop thinking about Loki for five minutes, Sylvie, and hold this a moment!” he said as he held out a frayed wire, sparks flying from the end. Sylvie didn’t move toward it. 
The Doctor stopped, looking at Sylvie with renewed interest. 
“What?” Sylvie asked, looking innocent. 
The Doctor’s eyes narrowed with a slightest hint of suspicion. “You look anxious.”
She shrugged, putting her hand in her pocket, toying with the stone she kept there. “World’s ending, I’m out of my timeline. Why shouldn’t I be anxious?”
He decided not to pursue the matter further. There were more important things to worry about, like getting the TARDIS off of this planet before it collapsed entirely. 
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Hand-in-hand, you and Loki darted across the London streets at breakneck speed, able to weave in and out of the other people on the streets without any of them identifying Loki. 
You always hated running. Your chest felt as if it was on fire. Your breaths were shallow and fast, and they were drying out the back of your throat. You felt a slight pull on your arm. Of course the long-legged Asgardian would have a naturally quicker pace! 
“Where the hell did he say it was?” you gasped. Joey had given you vague directions based on what the car’s GPS had told him, but in the heated urgency of the moment, most of his instructions went in one ear and out the other.
“Is that it?” Loki said, stopping short to point at a cluster of trees peeking out from an alleyway that led to the next street over. 
“YES!” you shouted, grabbing his hand again and yanking him along. 
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Sylvie wasn’t quite sure why her hair was standing on end. She refused to have her back to the door. 
He’s here!
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“He’s there!” you shouted, pointing across the green with Loki still attached to your hand. 
“Ow! Norns!” Loki swore, even the heat-resistant handkerchief was beginning to smolder in his pocket. 
You grinned as you caught your breath. “That must be it!”
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“This must be it!” The Doctor said, his voice wavering just a little. He was so wrapped up in the functioning parts of his ship that he didn’t notice Sylvie ducking under the stairs to hide. 
 “I feel it, Sylvie! Finally, we’re going to get out of here! Are you ready?”
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“Are you ready?” Loki asked. 
You were standing at the threshold of one of the most iconic structures in pop culture. You could tell from the bright flashing green lights through the window that something was going down inside. 
You looked up at him with a worried smile, your chest still heaving from the sudden, intense exercise. He responded by kissing you one more time. If this was going to be your last kiss with Loki, you wanted t drink every flavor from his lips and savor his taste while you could. 
Sadly, he pulled away before you could even appreciate the significance, and he raised a fist to the door. “Shall we?”
You nodded and also raised a fist. “Together?”
“Always together.” 
You both knocked three times in sync. The flashing green light became steady within. After a pause, both of you repeated your tandem knock. 
After another pause, the doors opened. 
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The Reprisal
A Late Bloomer story
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The first thing Ruby noticed as she stepped into Stacey's dorm room was the overwhelming scent of cheap sex and the hypnotic rhythm of Doja Cat's voice. It was as if the entire room was pulsing to the beat, each item on the messy desk and the threadbare carpet seeming to sway in time with the music. Stacey lay on the bed, naked with a thin layer of sweat on her skin, her body arching and twisting as she grinded against the unfamiliar man. His hands gripped her hips possessively, his gaze fixed on some distant point on the wall as he thrust into her, their rhythm creating a symphony of moans and gasps that filled the air. Ruby hesitated for a moment, unsure if she should interrupt this intimate scene or quietly slip out of the room.
“Bitch I’m a cow” Doja Cat’s lyrics echoed through the room, and Stacey threw her head back with a moan. Ruby took a step forward, feeling an odd mix of jealousy and fascination wash over her. The man looked over at her briefly, his expression a mix of surprise and amusement, before returning his focus to Stacey. Ruby licked her lips nervously and moved closer to the bed, feeling an urge to join in on the sensual display. Stacey smiled up at her, a wicked gleam in her eye, and motioned for her to sit on the chair across the room. “Aww Ruby! You’re… right on time. Just give me a minute.” Stacey moaned, her hips moving faster against the man.
“Say it my pet! Say it so she can hear you!” Stacey encouraged her partner, she grunted with authority. The man grinned and leaned up to speak. "My body belongs to you. You are my mistress." he groaned. Ruby's heart raced as she watched the two of them together. “Mmm yes! Oh fuck yes! you may cum!” Stacey shouted, and the man thrust deep one last time, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy as he released himself inside her. The room fell quiet for a moment, the only sound was the heavy breathing of the three people occupying it as the song ended. Then, with a satisfied smile, Stacey turned to Ruby and said, “Do you believe me now?”
Stacey smiled up at her, a wicked gleam in her eye, and slid off the man while putting on her lacey black panties and bra. “Don’t worry about him. He will be knocked out for a couple of hours or until I need him again. I’m always hungry.” Stacey giggled as she sat down on the other chair in the room.The sound of the song’s beat began to replay. “Siri, stop playing. Sorry I love that song, it gets me sooo wet.” Ruby felt a little bit overwhelmed by everything that had just happened.
“What were we talking about? Oh yeah! Do you believe me now?” Stacey asked, her voice soft and teasing. Ruby hesitated, trying to find the right words. She had met Stacey about a week ago and found her unbelievably gorgeous. She didn’t believe when she said she was bullied by Peter and his friends. She even laughed out loud when Stacey said she got her revenge by transforming into a succubus. However, now seeing the hunk collapsed in Stacey’s bed she had to admit there may be some truth to her power.
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Ruby swallowed as she finally spoke up. “Ok, say you are a succubus and you got your revenge on Peter. Why tell me this? What do you want from me?” Stacey still smiling crossed her legs. “Because Ruby… revenge turns me on so much. I want you to have yours and I want to watch.”
“But Peter’s expelled and his friends have left me alone since then.” Ruby protested. Stacey waved her hand dismissively. “It’s not enough! I want more! Plus I remember what Peter had Mark do to you. I was there Ruby. He doesn’t deserve to be let off the hook.” Her voice took on a seductive edge as she leaned forward in her chair, her breasts nearly spilling out of her bra. “I also made a deal for this power. I have to share it with someone deserving. Someone who should get revenge too.”
Ruby felt her eyes water as she remembered what Mark did to her. Ruby had an obvious crush on Mark. Ruby was plain and forgettable but she didn’t let those circumstances stop her. She was determined her sweet friendly attitude would win Mark over. So when she got the invitation to the frat party she put on her best clothing and makeup. She was devastated when she arrived to find Mark flirting with another girl. “Hey Mark! Cool party! I got the invite!” She exclaimed as she walked over to him. Mark just grinned and said, "Oh hey Ruby umm glad you could make it.” The music blared until Peter got on the microphone at the DJ table. “Hey everyone! Welcome to the show! We got some winners in here tonight. Mark who did you bring?” The entire party erupted in laughter as Mark pointed at Ruby.
“Oh damn now that’s a loser for sure. Did you come hoping to get in Mark’s pants? Because let me tell you sister, you are not his type.” Peter paused. “Sorry though Mark. You don’t get the prize for tonight. It definitely goes to….” The DJ pressed a button and a drum roll played. “Paul because he actually convinced ‘the cow’ to come. Did she really think we weren’t going to make fun of her? Damn you really are desperate for friends !” The DJ pressed play as a moo sound effect played. Ruby with tears in her eyes turned and saw Stacey stop talking with Paul. Stacey looked at Paul with a frown, pushed her red solo cup into Paul’s chest and walked out in a huff. “ Aww Cow you don’t need to moooove so quickly! You’ll cause an earthquake!” Peter howled as some of his friends laughed. Ruby ran out as well. Ruby never talked to Mark again.
The memory was still fresh and felt like a punch to the gut. “Holy crap….you’re the cow!” Ruby exclaimed to Stacey, feeling her face flush. “Moo moo bitch.” Stacey said as she playfully cupped her breasts as if they were udders. “I thought it was all bullshit. I thought you were fucking with me but it’s all real. Can you help me get him back?” Ruby asked hopefully.
“Ohhh most definitely just know it comes with a price.” Stacey grinned as she licked her lips. Ruby leaned in eagerly, her curiosity piqued. “Ok how much?” She whispered. Stacey winked. "Just give me your word that you'll have fun. And recruit a new member to our sisterhood.” Ruby nodded, her heart racing. "I promise."
“Good! Meet me tomorrow night at Burnett Auditorium. The doors will take your ID trust me. Now if you excuse me… I’m hungry. You can stay and watch If you want though. Pet! wake up! Siri, play Milkshake by Kelis.” Stacey winked at Ruby before turning to her bed as the man awoke and fell to his knees. Ruby began to walk out as she could hear the mix of Stacey and Kelis. “My milkshake brings….” “Ooh unghhh Fuck yes!”
Ruby approached Burnett Auditorium with trepidation, her heart racing in anticipation of what was to come. She had never been to the building before, with its grand marble columns and ornate chandeliers. The doors to the auditorium were locked, but as she approached with her ID, they slid open automatically, granting her access. Inside, the auditorium was dimly lit, the stage at the far end bathed in an eerie red light from the exit signs.
“You made it. Good for you. Are you ready to have some fun?” Stacey asked, appearing out of the shadows on the aisle. She wore a long, flowing red dress that accentuated her figure, and a pair of red high heels. Her lips were painted crimson, and her eyes glittered with mischief. “Umm yes. I am ready.” Ruby replied, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.
“Good because there is no going back after tonight.” Stacey grinned as she walked up the aisle, gesturing for Ruby to follow. They stopped at the edge of the stage where two large, ornate chairs sat. The chairs looked like something out of a gothic horror movie, with sharp spikes and gilded edges. “Now hide behind the curtain until I call you.” Ruby nodded, quickly ducking behind the heavy velvet curtain. She heard the sound of flames burn then stop as she waited for a few minutes. Ruby couldn’t help but peek when she heard a familiar voice echo onto the stage. “Hello? Amber? Paul and I are here!” It was Mark. She recognized his voice.
A woman resembling a real life Jessica Rabbit appeared. “Hey boys, come on over and take a seat!” She gestured to the chairs. Mark walked over to the chairs, followed by Paul. Ruby could feel the anticipation and fear building up inside her. She took a deep breath and prepared herself for what was about to happen. “How did you get all this here and after hours access to the building?” Mark asked, his voice laced with confusion and suspicion. “Hmm Don’t worry about that baby. Let’s just say I get whatever I want. Tonight I want to give you the best lap dances of your lives.” Amber grinned as she slowly and seductively positioned Mark to sit down. Once he was seated, she did the same to Paul.
“This is so hot!” Paul said as he looked over at Mark. Amber pulled out a remote and pressed a button. Suddenly, the stage lights came on as the chairs put restraints on the arms and ankles of Paul and Mark. They struggled helplessly, but couldn't break free. Ruby slowly peeked out from behind the curtain, her heart pounding in fear and excitement. “Whoa? What is this? We are going to get really freaky, Amber?” Mark asked. “You can say that.” Amber smiled as she pressed another button. The stage lights dimmed, and a spotlight shone on the chairs. Mark and Paul winced at the brightness as purple flame surrounded Amber and she reverted into Stacey’s form.
“What the fuck?” Paul said as they both fought against their restraints. “You’re that bitch that did something to Peter!” Mark shouted. Stacey laughed, walking up to the chair where Paul was strapped in. She leaned down, her breath hot against his ear. “I hear you were looking for me.” Paul squirmed uncomfortably.
“You fucked up Peter… What are you? A witch?” Mark stammered, his heart pounding in fear. Stacey grinned wickedly and caressed Paul’s face. “Hmm Peter got what was coming to him but you two. You two deserve some of it too. Remember the competition you guys had at frat parties?” Paul and Mark exchanged glances, their faces pale.
“Listen, those were all Peter’s ideas he gave $100 to the winner.” Mark quickly said, trying to bargain with Stacey. She laughed, a wicked cackle that sent shivers down their spines. “You think I give a fuck about how much money you would make to humiliate us? Hmmmm? Ruby come on out baby” Stacey called out, her voice taking on a sultry tone.
A figure emerged from behind the curtain. Her steps were slow and small. It was Ruby, wearing her usual big plaid shirt and long jeans. She pushed her glasses up her nose as she stood next to Stacey. “Fuck, Ruby you’re in on this?” Mark gasped. Ruby slowly walked up to the chair where Mark was strapped in. She leaned down, and slapped Mark. The sound echoed through the room. Mark yelped in pain.
“Oh fuck mmmm.” Stacey gasped as she bit her lip. “Ok we did fuck around with Ruby but who are you? Why did you fuck with Peter?” Mark asked, his voice shaking. Ruby grinned, her face devoid of emotion. She looked at them with cold, hard eyes. "Damn you guys are dense! This is Stacey!” Mark and Paul looked at each other confused. Ruby shook her head , “the cow!” and pointed to Stacey. Paul and Mark both struggled in their restraints even more.
“Listen it was all Peter please…. Please don’t hurt us.” Mark begged, tears welling up in his eyes. Stacey laughed, a cruel and mocking sound. Ruby felt guilty as Mark sounded genuine. “Ok maybe we can let them go now Stacey. Maybe they learned their lesson.” Ruby said, trying to reason with her friend.
“Mark tell Ruby why you invited her to the party and tell the whole truth.” Stacey’s eyes glowed as Mark’s face contorted as if he was keeping himself from speaking. “Because she followed me around like a little puppy. She’s so geeky and she actually thought I could be attracted to her. It was pathetic.” Mark gasped as he spoke the hidden truth.
“You fucking asshole. Is that all you care about? Tits and Ass? You are so stupid.” Ruby cried as she felt the tears fall down her face. “No, don’t cry over them, they don’t deserve it. You understand Ruby? Why I chose you? Can I give you the power to make him regret it?” Stacey asked, her voice softening. “Y..yes I want him to regret it.” Ruby sniffled.
Stacey came closer to Ruby and leaned down pulling her into a kiss. Ruby felt the strange sensation of her lips moving on her own, and her body being manipulated. It was as if someone else was controlling her. As the kiss deepened, Stacey whispered, "You'll make him regret everything." Ruby's body shuddered as she felt a surge of power course through her veins.
Ruby felt excruciating pain and fell to her knees. Her glasses fell off her face as she collapsed. Ruby’s skin burned off her body as if she was shedding. New flawless skin that practically glowed remained. Mark and Paul looked on in horror as her body began to change. Her chest swelled, pushing out her shirt and straining the fabric of her bra. Her breasts grew fuller and rounder, pushing outward until they were the size of basketballs. Her shoulders widened, her waist narrowed, and her hips became more curvaceous.
As the transformation continued, her legs elongated and became long and toned. Her once flat ass grew round and firm, accentuated by her new hourglass figure. Her face also changed, becoming more angular and feminine. Ruby couldn’t stop herself as she began moaning, feeling the pleasure of the transformation. She felt her body shake as her once weak body filled with magical power. The knowledge of sex and seduction filled her mind. Her lips plumped, and her eyes took on a new depth and allure. The sounds of her moans became a siren song of desire as Mark and Paul squirmed in their chairs. Purple flame surrounded Ruby as she felt herself get closer to climax. A purple set of lingerie covered her now amazing body. As the last of the transformation took place, she stood before them, no longer the shy and awkward girl they once knew.
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The fear and guilt Ruby felt vanished as dark desires emerged. “Mmm Stacey… why do I feel so …. Hungry?” she moaned, her voice sultry and seductive. Stacey smiled wickedly and leaned in, her lips brushing against Ruby's ear. “You need to eat and these boys are the perfect meal.” Ruby looked down at Mark and Paul, her eyes glinting with hunger. She walked over to Mark, his eyes filled with arousal and fear. Ruby leaned in and whispered into his ear, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine.
"This is what you wanted right? A sexy bitch?" She bit her lip, revealing her white teeth. "You want to taste my power, don't you?" Ruby then grabbed Mark by the hair, her strength surprising even herself, forcing him to cry out. Her breasts pressed against his chest as she leaned forward, her red lips parted. She kissed Mark and unleashed her lust upon him. She pulled off and smiled as she sat upon his lap. “Stacey, I think we should give them that lap dance after all.” She purred.
Stacey laughed and pressed the remote again. The music began to bellow out the speakers as Stacey and Ruby danced on the laps of their partners. The two boys grunted as the two beautiful women swayed their hips and grinded against them. “Ungh please” Mark begged Ruby. “Please what? Marky Mark?” she teased, biting her bottom lip. Mark couldn't help but feel his body respond to her touch and the way she moved against him.
“Please Fuck me. Please… I want you.” Mark moaned as Ruby ground against him. His cock was already hard and throbbing in his pants, straining against the fabric. Ruby smiled wickedly and slowly unbuttoned his pants. She reached inside and gripped his hard length, guiding it out. Mark gasped as she stroked him, her fingers felt wet. She leaned in, her breasts brushing against his chest as she kissed him deeply. Her tongue danced with his, teasing and taunting.
Ruby stood up, positioning herself over Mark's lap. She lowered herself down, her wet folds engulfing him as she took him inside her. Mark cried out in pleasure as she began to ride him, her hips moving in a sensual rhythm. Her breasts swayed back and forth, teasing him with each movement. Stacey and Paul watched in awe as Ruby rode Mark, her expression one of pure ecstasy. She leaned forward, her body pressing against his, their skin flush against each other.
“Please… me too.” Paul begged Stacey, his eyes fixed on her curvaceous figure. She smiled wickedly and leaned over, kissing him passionately. Their tongues tangled together as she unbuttoned his pants and released his throbbing member. Stacey gripped him in her hand, stroking him slowly as she guided him closer to her moist folds. She lowered herself down, engulfing him completely. Paul cried out in pleasure as she began to ride him, her hips moving in a sensual rhythm. She held the back of the chair as her hair flew to and fro.
Ruby felt powerful as the sound of her massive ass slapped against Mark’s thighs. “Unh yes. You're mine now Mark. You belong to me. Your cock, your body is for my pleasure.” She moaned as she continued to ride him. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, teasing him with her perfect, hard nipples. She leaned forward, her body pressed against his, her hot breath tickling his ear. She whispered, "Tell me you want me. Tell me you're mine." Mark, in pure euphoric bliss, finally grunted. “I’m yours, I belong to you. Ungh I want you.” He cried out as she moved faster, her wetness coating his thighs.
Stacey and Paul followed suit with animalistic grunts and groans as Stacey rode him like a professional equestrian. “Yes. I can see it in your eyes, Mark. I dreamed of this moment. Say you love me!” Ruby growled as she picked up the pace, her long brown hair whipping against his chest. The sensation of her thick thighs squeezing him was overwhelming, and he could feel himself nearing the edge.
“I love you Ruby Unhhh I love you!” Mark cried out, his voice cracking as he felt himself about to climax. Ruby felt the tension building within him and she knew he was close. With one final thrust, she arched her back, moaning his name as her body convulsed around him. Her walls squeezed him tightly, milking him as his hot seed filled her. She collapsed on top of him, their sweaty, entwined bodies heavy with satisfaction.
Stacey and Paul were locked in their own passionate embrace, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm. Paul was close to the edge, his hips bucking wildly as he tried to drive deeper into Stacey. She met his thrusts with equal fervor, their moans echoing through the room. Her breasts bounced and swayed with each movement, taunting him with their perfection. With a final cry, Paul released himself inside her, his hot seed spilling onto her wet folds. Stacey arched her back, her nails digging into his shoulders as she rode out her own orgasm.
“Now that was fun !” Stacey exclaimed, panting as she leaned back on her hands, her chest still heaving. Ruby smiled, her eyes locked on Paul as she slowly slid off of Mark, her wetness leaving a trail on his thigh. She straddled his lap once more, and leaned in to kiss him. “It feels like I ate a full meal and exercised at the same time.” She teased, her tongue darting out to flick against his bottom lip.
“Welcome to succubus life!” Stacey said. Ruby laughed. “You know Mark doesn’t really love you … right? Stacey said to Ruby with a serious face. “Hmmm I know but… making him say it felt so good. It’s like he’s my…”
“Slave?” Stacey finished Ruby’s sentence.
“I think this is the start of a beautiful sisterhood. Boys it’s your lucky night! We’re switching partners.” Stacey said.
One Week Later
“Hey Peter! Mark and Paul are here to see you.” Peter’s mom called down the stairs. Peter looked up from his computer desk and pushed off in his rolling chair. Mark and Paul walked down the stairs. “Hey guys, where have you been? Haven’t heard from you all week.” Peter said as his fat belly jiggled. Mark and Paul looked at Peter with blank stares. “Guys? Hellooo, can you hear me?” He waved his hands in front of their faces. “Oh they found me all right.” Stacey said as she slowly walked down the stairs in a yellow tight dress with white stiletto pumps. “W… what did you do to them?” Peter asked, his face completely white. “Hmmm, they're our slaves now.” Ruby said as she walked down the stairs in tight blue dress, black pantyhose and blue heels.
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“Remember me Peter? It’s Ruby.” Mark and Paul fell to their knees as Stacey and Ruby stood behind them grabbing their heads. Stacey and Ruby in unison said “ Who do you serve?” Mark and Paul with robotic emotionless tones answered. “You my mistress.” Peter pushed his chair back to his computer desk finding no place to retreat to.
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“Like you could run from us you fat fuck.” Stacey snorted. Stacey sat on the shoulders of Mark and Paul as if it were a throne and began to caress her body. Stacey enjoyed watching Peter in terror and it was what she lived for. Ruby smiled walking towards Peter. “Mark is gonna be a little too busy from now on to stop by… Paul too. They don’t need to be friends with a fat small dick goon like you.” Peter’s eyes filled with tears as they fell down his face. “ Awwww, look at this pathetic bitch baby cry. Do you need your diapey? Do you need some milk? Ohhhh my God! He’s hard Stacey! He wants some milk!”
“Hmmm, he’s addicted to it but don’t worry I’m not that cruel. I have what he wants right here.” Stacey stood up and kissed Ruby as they tongued each other enjoying their victory. Stacey gently pushed off as Ruby took a seat on Mark and Paul and crossed her legs ready for the show. Stacey lowered her top and undid her bra.
“C’mon Peter say what I taught you.” Stacey came close to Peter as his face trembled with tears. He tried to look away from Stacey but his desire for her body and her milk was too overwhelming. He was unable to fight her command and finally bellowed.
“Moooooooo”
“That’s a good boy.”
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can u pls write about a blowjob with innocent/virgin hao? 😭🩷
friend’s comfort — zhanghao (m)
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pairing : zhanghao x afab!reader rating : explicit , mdni
a/n : tysm for this request ! this was something new for me i hope you enjoyed it because i enjoyed writing it. i will try improving in the future 💗
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It’s your final week of university you have been waiting for this day for so long all those breakdowns all those all nighters were finally going to be worth it
You were ready to spend the time with your best friend zhanghao, you guys have been friends since the start of the university year.
You have went through thick and thin together although you didn’t have a very long friendship compared to some of the people in your university it was still very special to both you.
Something you didn’t know tho was that zhanghao had a growing feeling whenever you guys were together
Whether it was a simple friendly hangout or a university party his heart start beating uncontrollably around you.
Something about you brought this side out of him he didn’t know what it was which is why he’s kept it to himself this whole time.
So here you are sitting on his bedroom floor waiting for him to pay attention to you, unlike you zhanghao hasn’t finished his final assignment which is what he’s been stressing about for the past two hours
“come on you need a break!” you whined for the nth time in the past 30 minutes to which the older boy just rolled his eyes at you
“do you want me to fail?” he said followed by a short sigh eyes still very focused on his assignment
“i’ve literally been here for hours and we haven’t even done anything” you whined slightly at the older boy but gave up seeing you didn’t get any response
“whatever” you responded before getting up and going to his closet to change in to something more comfortable.
It’s normal for you guys to have clothes at each other places just in case of emergencies
So you quickly picked out some basketball shorts and a black tank top and swiftly put your hair in a ponytail.
Going to sit on his bed stare piercing at the back of his head hoping he would notice and turn around
.. thankfully he did
“okay i’m coming just-“ before he would finish his words he stared at the older female that was now staring into his eyes
He felt blood rushing up to his face making his face turn red and flustered
But there was another unusual feeling he had he felt blood rushing down to his legs especially to his dick which caused it to slowly raise prominently
Your eyes widened at zhanghao’s little friend’s sudden interest in you, with that you started to scan his eyes for a sign of approval clearing your throat before speaking out
“uhm zhanghao do you want to sort that out?” you slightly hinted at the problem that started to arise in your friend’s pants,
However the younger boy didn’t respond but instead looked down in embarrassment
The truth is zhanghao has never taken part in any sexual activities not even masterbating making the poor boy clueless when it came to things like this
“i- i just..” he struggled to get out a full sentence not only from embarrassment
But from all the pressure in his pants not making him think properly no matter how this situation may be new to both of you, you nodded at him reassuring him that everything is fine
“i’ve never done anything so i don’t know what to do” he said with his blush spreading across his face making it more apparent.
This shocked you as you would’ve thought that zhanghao was experienced due to all the girls that he had swooning over him in your university
“i’ll help you okay?” you offered, making zhanghao’s eyes brighten up
“you don’t have to you know ..” he spoke up slightly turning back to his laptop
Making you get up from the bed and walk yourself over to the brunette male before turning his head to meet your eyes
“let mummy make you feel good okay?” you softly whispered to him
You didn’t know where this confidence came from but you’ve crushed on him for the longest time this was finally your time to shoot your shot so you took this opportunity with both hands
Making him nod your way in an obedient manner
This flipped a switch in you, seeing him so vulnerable and fragile under your touch made your wet patch expand more than it already has
You fully turned his chair to face you, then finally getting on your knees infront of the clueless but sexually frustrated boy
You started to rub him over his once perfect looking jeans which are now ruined by the wet stain near his crotch, he started whining softly biting on to his lip eyes shut tight
“do that feel good baby?” you asked the younger boy to which he struggled to respond as he was lost in the ecstasy, so you quickly pulled away from him
Making the younger boy whine due to the lack of contact
“why did you stop!” he raises his voice slightly due to the pent of sexual frustration
“if you want me to continue you need to use your words okay?” you slightly leaned in and whispered in his ear which earned you a nod from the innocent boy
Now that you got that across, you went back to pleasing him
You started to slowly unzip his pants bringing them down to his ankles before getting to work
You then started by running his hands up and down this dick which got this poor virgin male whining so hard
For being a very inexperienced guy his dick was very lengthy but very pretty and taken care of
After warming up his dick, you wrapped your mouth around it and used your hands to cover the space that you had left
“mummy please don’t stop” he said in an attempted to talk but letting it out in a small whiny voice
You started swirling him in your mouth, tongue moving in circular movements teasing his tip slightly, saliva dripping down and covering his dick you were eating him like he was the last meal on earth
“faster ! please don’t stop” he moaned with his head kicked back making you swirl around his length before removing her mouth and spitting on his dick to add more moisture
“don’t worry i wasn’t planning to” you replied with a small smirk painted on your face
Getting right back it bopping her head up and down
“fuck— oh my god! it feels so— fucking good— please ahh~” he started blabbering which indicated to you that he was near making you pull your mouth off and pumping him with your two hands
“fuck— fuckkk— ahh— !” he said letting out a small scream following his moans you opened your mouth which made all his sweet juices land in your mouth
You quickly swallow it then helped you to put his boxers and pants back on
You both sat there in silence, not knowing how to come back from this
“listen zhanghao ive liked you for the longest time .. i don’t want things to be awkward if you don’t feel the same but i just—!” you were quickly interrupted by the younger giving you a huge hug
“are you dumb? i’ve liked you for so long that’s why i got this problem in the first place i just didn’t know how to deal with it” he responded back settling his head in the crook of her neck
To which she giggled softly at before patting his head slowly
“finally, zhanghao do you want to be my boyfriend?” the older female asked the boy, to which he rolled his eyes slightly
“obviously like?” he answered back with a small hint of sassiness
“better fix that attitude before you go a week without head” she giggled slightly at him whilst walking to the bed before getting an earful of a whiny zhanghao
And that final assignment let’s just say it didn’t really matter for his over grade.
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omg could you do a blurb of a time model reader was on the road with him and he ordered desserts maybe while she was in the shower or something so it’s a surprise and they just soak up all the intimacy that comes with eating dessert together in their hotel room i’m thinking maybe a little sexy time something to make it even better is maybe mat’s sisters or sydney is watching the kids for this roadie so may and model reader could have some time for themselves
Warnings: smut (not edited sorry)
“Mathew, you did not just order all of this,” you gasp looking at just about every desert on the room service menu, sitting on a table near the end of your hotel bed.
You expected your husband to be naked and waiting on the end when you got out of the shower, not pastries and ice cream.
Mat just gives you a shrug while also failing at concealing his excitement. You roll your eyes in return.
“Sorry, I had to. It just all sounded so good. Anyways we can have fun taste testing everything,” he offers.
“When I said I wanted dessert, I meant you. Not actual dessert,” you giggle, coming up to hug him because you aren’t really mad. A little bothered, maybe, but not mad.
“You can still have me, but after we try everything,” Mat says, trying not to jump around. He loves his sweets.
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“I miss the kids,” Mat sighs around the fork, shoveling in the last bite of the decadent, chocolate cake.
“I do, too, but I am glad we get to have a night to ourselves. I’m also very thankful for Liana watching them,” you respond and scoot closer to where your husband is laying down on the bed.
You wrap your arms around his neck and guide his lips to yours. You greedily suck on his tongue and get a taste of the chocolate.
“Mmm… you cannot kiss me like that,” Mat groans and adjusts his thickening cock. The blissed out look on your face is getting to him.
“Why?” You ask in nonchalance and reach a hand under his robe to grope him.
“Because I know that it means no sleep for me,” he answers.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. You can still have sex with me and get a good sleep. I promise I won’t go crazy and get cock drunk,” you hummed with a sly smile.
“Mhm sure, pretty girl.” Mat just laughs and hands you a spoonful of ice cream.
“This is really good,” you moan and lay flat on the bed.
“Holy shit. It really is good. We need to find out which brand it is and buy it for the house. I’m sure Nolan and Angel will love it.”
You both share an awestruck smile. It still amazes the both of you that you have three beautiful babies.
“I love you, you know?” Mat says after moments of silence.
You give him a “duh” expression and roll back into his arms.
“I love you, you know?” You repeat, your little laugh being silenced by his mouth on yours.
“I want you,” Mat whispers in your ear, his hand creeping underneath your robe and touching your bare legs.
“You have me.”
A strangled whimper slips off the tip of your tongue as he slides two of his fingers through your wet folds.
He collects your arousal and spreads it over your fluttering hole. Your arms wrap tightly around his neck to anchor yourself as the pleasure starts to make you feel airy.
You attach your lips to the hollow of his neck, preventing your moans from bouncing off the walls. You didn’t need to wake up his teammates next door.
As Mat thrusts his thick fingers into you, you suck on his skin. Your teeth nip at the flesh when he hits a particularly sensitive spot. You try to focus on anything else but the orgasm bubbling in your core.
“Cum on my fingers, baby.”
Your falsely innocent eyes bore into his, your bottom lips caught between your teeth. While his fingers pull you closer to the edge, his thumb goes to your clit and completely throws you into the abyss.
“Just like that. Don’t stop,” you cry and rut your hips up into his hand.
He continues to fuck his fingers inside of you, even as you contract around his digits and writhe around.
“Don’t stop,” you chant, face going into the crook of his neck, because you can’t properly focus on keeping quiet.
His hand moves at a fast pace, taking you beyond your orgasm. Everything tingles and you get that rare sensation in the pit of your tummy.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” you cry out, body going completely flaccid as you squirt around his fingers.
“That’s it, pretty girl,” he speaks softly and his thumb gentle massages your overly sensitive bud.
Mat watches as your chest heaves and small teardrops drip roll your cheeks. He softly caresses your body and talks you through one of the longest orgasms you’ve had in a while.
“I love you. You did so good for me,” he whispers into your cheek, accepting your weight as you practically crawl under his skin.
“I love you,” you mutter.
All too soon, you’re falling asleep to your incredible husband tracing each letter of your back tattoo.
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“Chapter 2 — The Present Time, Shared Memories, and the Letter.” (no cws - wc: 831, platonic/fluff/slight ansgt, gn reader)
It had been years since the fallout of the renowned High Cloud Quintet. Dan Heng had been banished from the Xianzhou, Blade was a Stellaron hunter — a wanted criminal, and Jing Yuan had become the General, with [name] as kind of “second in command.”
You two have been able to grow even closer than you were back then. You were both looked up to and were held in high regards by the Xianzhou citizens, and much has changed since then.
“Ahem, mx. [name],” Fu Xuan gets your attention, taking you out of your trance. You look to her and smile slightly.
“Diviner Fu, hello,” you welcome her. “Any news?”
“The General would like to see you. I am unsure why, though, wouldn't say,” Fu Xuan answers as she crosses her arms. You nod and get up from your seat.
“Thank you, Fu Xuan,” you say as you move swiftly to leave.
“I don't mean to pry, mx. [name],” you stop your movement and look back at Fu Xuan, urging her to continue with a nod. “Why do you always space off like that? You do it more than Jing Yuan,” she turns to you, her usual stern expression having a hint of curiosity in it. You sigh.
“Just reminiscing about the past, Lady Fu,” you reply solemnly, looking down at your necklace. You've never taken it off since they've gone. Other than your weapon you still wield, it's all you have left other than the muddled memories.
“You’re doing it again..” Fu Xuan chides. She then tells you to get going, saying she has more things to do and you both leave out the door.
As you make your way to see Jing Yuan, you look around at the Xianzhou. It's changed a lot since back then, but it's been a good change. It had to rekindle itself after the incident after all.
You walk up to Jing Yuan with a smile, shaking your head to rid of the thoughts still floating around in your mind.
“Hey, Yuan,” you greet with an accompanying wave. “Ms. Fu Xuan said you'd like to talk with me?”
“Yes, that would be correct, [name],” he answers as he nods to you in a greeting.
“Well, what is it you'd like to address?”
“There’s a few things, but for now, let's talk about the old times?” This has become a common thing for you two, taking a moment to reminisce about the time where everything was ok. You swallow hard, looking away and up to the sky before you agree and start walking the trail you always do, away from the Xianzhou bustle.
“You know, [name],” Jing Yuan starts, garnering your attention. “Even though you're my elder, it sure doesn't seem like it, huh?” he looks over to you with a teasing glint in his eyes.
“Oh stop it, you know I don't like being addressed as your elder,” you reply as you playfully elbow him. “It feels weird to be addressed as such.”
You two continue to walk, some Finches following along as you talk about your old friends and laugh about old memories.
“Yingxing always had a soft spot for you, including Dan Feng,” Jing Yuan says, holding a Finch on his finger.
“Yes, I realize that now,” you continue looking up at the sky, recalling the times you had with them as you crossed your arms. “Though it always seemed like they had something else going on behind us, didn't it?”
Jing Yuan thought for a moment as the bird flew off. “Yes.. even when I was younger, it always seemed like they were something more than friends,” he agreed.
“You never really talk about Jingliu by the way.. how come?” silence engulfs the both of you for a moment, a solemn look in Jing Yuan's eyes as he looks to the ground. Probably shouldn't have asked.
“Well.. I figured you knew a lot about her since you knew her then as well,” he finally answers.
“I suppose so, huh..” you wouldn't say the atmosphere was awkward for you two per se, but it was definitely not the usual for when you two were together in moments like this.
“This may not be the best time to bring this up, but..” Jing Yuan pulls out a folded piece of paper and offers it to you. “I want you to read this, and guess who it's from,” you comply and take the note from him.
As you read it, your eyes slowly widen. “This can't be from who I think it is.. right?”
“I see that you and [name] have become very accomplished peope since we last saw each other all those years ago.. It must be nice. In accordance with our old vow, we should once again roam our lands of past, drink in celebration and recount our great adventures.”
Jing Yuans nods at your words. It seemed he understood who it was from as well.
“Jingliu.”
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notes: guess who finally got off his ass to finish ch 2 💀💀 but it's here after too long!! A few things abt the note here — can't remember if Jing Yuan knew abt the sender and I obviously added my own stuff in it to fit what's happening in this story so. Ya. I am pretty happy with this outcome so yay!! Angst in the works now for ch 3 hehe 😈😈 also if anything here is messy I'm sorry 🙏🙏
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The Holoska Express AU Chapter 1
Author's Note:
this is my first time doing something like this pretty much on my own and I am quite honestly terrified BUT. I really want to share this idea I had back in December and I hope that you enjoy reading this as much as I've enjoyed writing it (even though Christmas was 3 months ago). with that said, may I present...
The Holoska Express
Chapter 1
written by Box-o (Kiki)
beta read, edited, and proofread by @niko-jpeg (tysm ily <3)
2909 words
The sun was just starting to set, the pale blue late December sky just starting to fade into the orange and red hues of sunset. The already frozen forest would only get colder once the sun sank below the horizon. Sonic knew that much for certain.
He, and Tails had been on the trail of a chaos emerald for a few days now, and day three of their adventures had brought them deep in the woods of the mainland. The hedgehog knew they’d have to stop soon as the sun sank in the sky and the early evening chill began to set in. To find a campsite was one thing, but to find a safe campsite was another. Ever since the fox kit started  tagging along, Sonic had been trying to be more aware of where they stopped  to  make sure his new travel buddy would be safe wherever they made camp each night. 
Sonic looked back at Tails to see the kit following a few steps back, careful to step in his brother’s tracks in the snow to make the two less detectable, something Sonic had told the kit to  do once the snow started to stick on the ground in late fall. Sonic stopped and turned the rest of his body to face the younger.
“I think it's about time to stop for the night bud.” Sonic says in more of a need than a want kind of tone
Tails looked at Sonic with a disappointed look on his face. “But it’s not even that late!! It’s only, like, 4 o’clock!”
The fox protested, but Sonic wasn’t about to cave on something as important as staying safe in these kinds of conditions.
 “I know it seems early but the sun is already going down, and once that's gone our only heat source goes with it,  keed” Sonic explained.
Tails seemed to understand, a bit better now and gave a small nod to the older.
Sonic looked around and tapped his foot on the ground a few times, then looked back at Tails,“Stay here just a second I’ll go find us a spot for the night” 
Tails nodded and sat down in the snow as Sonic sped off in search of the perfect spot. 
After a little bit of looking around, Sonic found a good enough spot and ran back to where he had told Tails to wait for him. Together, they made their way to the site the older of the two had scouted out before. 
It was a small cave off of a small hill (if you could even really call it that), but it would keep the brothers dry for the night and keep them hidden until morning. And so the two got to work unpacking, Tails setting up the bed rolls while Sonic got to work on building the pair a small cooking fire. 
The two worked quietly engrossed in their own tasks. And  with a small dug out fire pit in the snow and two sleeping bags neatly laid on the cave floor, Sonic got to work cooking up one of the MREs stored in his backpack. It wasn’t the best food, but it was easy to prepare and it got the two of them fed every day, so it was good enough. 
The hedgehog set up a makeshift stove with a few stronger branches and put on a pot of water to boil, and while he waited for it to heat up he crawled under the cover of the cave to sit with Tails for a moment. 
The evening was peaceful. a blanket of silence rested over the snowy woods, save for the sound of the damp logs in the fire hissing as the moisture burned out under the heat of the gently crackling flames. The sun clung  to the edge of the horizon as clouds started  to collect in the northern sky. 
The brothers sat in a comfortable silence sitting on their respective sleeping bags, enjoying the peace of the forest at this time of year. The snowed out forest had laid a quiet backdrop over the last  few days, which had made their journey more relaxing than usual. 
Tails finally broke the silence of the moment with a rather odd question for Sonic. 
“Hey Sonic, what day is it?” 
Sonic looked at the younger, confused. He hadn't forgotten the kit’s birthday had he? No, that was last month. Knuckles’ birthday was months ago too, so it couldn’t have been his he forgot either. And Sonic’s own birthday was in early summer. 
Why else would Tails ask about the date unless there was a birthday coming up to celebrate? The two didn’t worry much about the date because Eggman plots don’t care for the date either. Sonic remained puzzled for a good minute before the younger spoke up again
“I was just wondering because we left on the 21st, right? I… think it's the 24th today, so that would mean it’s Christmas eve right?” Tails explained, counting the number of days they spent in the woods on his paw.
The follow up statement only left Sonic with more questions than answers. 
Christmas? Christmas Eve? Was Tails referring to  another one of those strange ‘holidays’ he had heard of? Sonic had never been around any human (or mobian) towns very often or for very long until he had met Tails, but even the few holidays he had heard of just seemed too silly to him to care about. But the kit seemed excited, so Sonic decided to hear this one out, just this once. 
“What’s Christmas?”
To Sonic it seemed like a simple question. To Tails it was the most absurd thing he’d ever heard in his life. 
“What do you mean? How do you not know what Christmas is!?” 
The fox seemed at a loss for words, shocked by his brother’s lack of knowledge on what seemed like such a simple subject.Sonic tried to elaborate more on his question.
“I mean like, what do you do on Christmas? I assume it’s a holiday, yes? What are we celebrating?” 
Tails seemed to understand now and thought for a second before he replied.
“I guess that depends who you ask,” the fox started, Sonic looked at him expectantly with all of his attention now on what his little brother had to say. “All the kids in my old village were always excited for Santa Claus to come and leave them gifts. I heard from the grown ups that only kids on the nice list get presents from Santa. I’ve never gotten anything from Santa Claus so I guess I’ve always been on the Naughty list.” 
Tails shrugs off the last statement with a slight frown before continuing. “Santa delivers gifts to all the kids on the Nice list in one night and he has a workshop where he makes all the toys in Haloska, from what I’ve heard. How cool is that?!” 
“There’s no way he’s faster than me though.” Sonic butts in.
“He’s gotta be pretty close at least” Tails says excited to be the one teaching his older brother something for once. “To get around the world in one night you’d have to be at least a little fast”
“This Santa guy sounds cool and all, but what else is there?” Sonic commented, attempting to draw more information about this holiday from the fox kit. 
“I’m not entirely sure but I think you’re also meant to spend time with family, I always saw people get together for big family dinners back in my village, I think.” The younger of the two said with a thoughtful look. 
“Huh.” 
It was a lot to take in, Santa? There’s no way this was for real. No one was faster than Sonic and anyone who thought Tails wasn’t the nicest kid ever wasn’t worth Sonic’s time.
Sonic went to check on the pot on the fire to find it had finally begun boiling,  and with that the two were able to finish preparing their dinner. 
Pouring the water into the MRE bag and mixing it until the food was rehydrated, Sonic poured the rehydrated “pasta and meatballs” onto two plates and the pair sat down next to the fire to eat. 
Tails continued on about the ‘Santa Claus’ from before, his tone seemed so hopeful that this year would be his year to get his own gift from the magical man that, from Tails’ description, just sounded like Eggman in disguise. 
Even more reason Sonic refused to believe any of it but he wouldn’t tell Tails that, not when it made him this happy.  
Once the two finished and cleaned up they began to settle into their respective sleeping bags. By then the sun was fully set and the sky had a dark overcast shade to it, the moon just barely peeking through the clouds. The fire continued to crackle softly,  keeping the brothers warm and giving them just enough light to see each other and the edge of their little cave. 
Tails seemed more eager than usual to get to bed that night, though Sonic didn't get it. It was just a normal day to him, even if Tails believed in this weird ‘Christmas’ holiday. . 
There was nothing special happening today or tomorrow and the tween was in doubt that there was such a Santa Claus at all. If it made Tails happy and willing to go to bed, he couldn’t complain too much though.
“Goodnight bud, happy Christmas.” Sonic said with a yawn. Getting himself comfortable on his sleeping arrangement 
Tails giggled at that.
“You say ‘merry’ Christmas, not ‘happy’ Christmas, Sonic.” 
“Oh…” Sonic stopped for a second “Well then, merry Christmas Tails. I hope the Santa thing works out for ya’.” 
“I hope he comes for you too!! But we have to go to sleep quickly. Santa only comes if you’re asleep, so go to bed!!” 
Tails seemed so genuinely convinced this Santa guy was real, but Sonic still doubted it, after all, how could one guy do all that? What made him the judge of who was good and bad? Why toys for ‘good’ children and coal for the ‘bad’ children, coal is arguably more useful anyway isn't it? 
Sonic laid in his sleeping bag trying to understand it all while the kit next to him was certainly asleep, not even an express train going by could wake the fox up now Sonic thought, the kit was sprawled out inside his sleeping bag and laying on his back.
It was quiet. The fire had dried all the wet wood it had burned before its heat sucking the moisture from any new log dropped on it as soon as it was added to the pile all of the wood quietly agreed to the raging inferno around it occasionally shifting to get comfortable, the flickies had all gone to their nests for the night and Sonic seemed to be the only thing left awake for miles. The clouds overhead began dropping silent white specs of snow and Sonic was glad he was under the cover of the cave. The night was silent and still, Sonic closed his eyes as well ready to go to sleep himself.
Ding ding ding ding
It was quiet at first then began getting louder and louder as it went on, Sonic flicked an ear trying to find the source of the sound fearing the worst and ready to defend his sleeping companion.
Ding ding ding ding
TOOT TOOT 
Sonic jumped out of his sleeping bag at the sound of the whistle, had he made such a mistake as to set up near a train track? He swore he had looked all around the area for such things. How could he have missed something like train tracks?! 
His concerns only grew as the cave around them began to shake.
A loud repetitive click as the train came closer got louder and louder as the wheels passed over the rails,
 the wood in the campfire shifting and the backpacks, pots and pans got knocked around in the chaos, in all the noise Tails woke up to Sonic standing in a defencive stance at the mouth of the cave 
The two brothers looked at each other equally confused on what's going on staring at each other with terrified expressions as the ringing got closer and the shaking intensified 
TOOT TOOT 
The whistle blast was deafening as a bright light burst through the trees and moved along the entrance to the cave the two called home for the night, the ringing went on and the ear splitting sound of grinding steel screamed out as the thing came to stop like an animal on a leash begging its handler to let it keep running until eventually the thing gave in and the screams of the wheels on the tracks softened until you couldn’t hear it at all.
The lights which at first had blinded the two mobians were dulled by the snow and fog that collected around the magnificent thing, after a few soft clicks the train came to a gentle stop and hissed as the pressure from the hydraulic brakes could finally breathe a sigh of relief, the engine continued to hiss almost like it was trying to catch its breath after a long run.
 The thick fog that had gathered around the train settled to the ground and dispersed just as quickly as it came to reveal a majestic steam engine proudly pulling along with it three magnificent coaches in a shade of icy blue with crimson red accents the black tender box proudly bearing the name ‘The Haloska Express’ in gold letters.
Sonic and Tails were at a loss for words neither of them knew what to do, Tails climbed out of his sleeping bag to join Sonic at the cave entrance clinging to his older brother’s side in confusion and fear. The fire was fading out after all the shaking from before and the only light source around was the train before them. The two stared at it in silence and awe.
“All aboard!” 
The brothers looked down the Train in the direction the shout came from to see a taller mobian in a train conductor uniform 
“All aboard!” 
They called out again looking towards the two as if they were calling out to the brothers directly. Tails took a step towards the source of the shouts and Sonic followed not wanting Tails to get hurt or lost or worse, as the two got closer the mobian that greeted them was an adult quokka they looked at the two boys with a welcoming look as they approached. 
“Well, ya coming?” 
The quokka spoke up 
“Where?” 
Sonic asked now the one standing behind Tails trying to look as intimidating as possible against the stranger. 
“Why to Haloska of course! This is the HALOSKA EXPRESS!”
The quokka seemed to really want to make sure the two understood that last bit, Tails eyes lit up but Sonic grew more and more skeptical as the interaction went on. To Sonic’s concern Tails seemed to actually be considering getting on that train. 
“Alright eggman just come out and attack me now so I can go back to bed” 
Sonic shouts out to nothing in particular, only to be met with an awkward silence. this had to be an eggman plot there was no way it wasn’t and he wasn’t about to let his little brother fall victim to it.
“This train has nothing to do with anything that rotten egg gets up to.” 
The quokka replies then checks his pocket watch that was tucked in the pocket in the vest of his uniform. He sighs and looks back at the two kids taking a clipboard out that was sitting at the top of the stairs of the carriage. 
The quokka begins reading off of the clipboard
“Miles Prower and Sonic, yes?” 
The two nod, Tails intrigued and Sonic more skeptical.
“Well let's see then, oh dear..” 
The quokka looks back at the brothers again.
“Oh my, no letter or list, no visit with any sort of Santa anywhere, and worst of all no Christmas cheer.” The quokka looks down at the brothers again and hums in disapproval shaking their head.
The two looked back confused on how the sheet they held was able to tell them that much about their belief in Santa of all things. 
“Well, if I were you, I’d really consider getting on and soon it's a big night don’t you know! we’ve got a lot to do and we can’t be late now!” the conductor had a rushed tone to their voice. 
The quokka gestured towards the stairs but Sonic grabbed onto Tails’ shoulders, backing away and shaking his head no keeping eye contact with the adult while trying to pull his younger brother away, Tails was having none of that and pushed against his older brother’s hold and got on the train, getting out of Sonic’s reach before he could pull him away again
The quokka looked at the hedgehog one last time then climbed up the stairs themself leaving Sonic alone in the snow, through the window he could see Tails take a seat towards the back of the coach.
The train’s whistle cried out again in two short blasts, the metal relaxed and the train began to crawl along the tracks leaving the hedgehog behind.
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