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girlgenius1111 · 5 months

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is this a mistake too?

part 2 of that night was a mistake

smut! 18+. tw for creepy men, but it's brief.

You and Ona didn't quite make it to coffee. Instead, you found yourselves out with your teammates after your win in Madrid. You'd all arrived in Barcelona late, but you had the next day off, and some of your teammates had decided they needed to celebrate the first win of the season.

You stood in the dimly lit club, sipping your drink, music blasting throughout the room. You were surrounded by your teammates, all of whom were talking and laughing loudly. You, however, sat quietly, observing those around you. Pina and Cata were engaged in some drinking game, which Alexia watched carefully, sipping water, keeping an eye on the 2 troublemakers. Ingrid and Mapi were pressed close together, dancing to the music, looking at each other as if they were the only people on earth. Patri sat next to you, clearing noticing your out of character quietness, keeping a close eye on you.

Ona was across the room, dancing with Jana and Bruna. She was wearing a tight black corset top and ripped jeans; possibly the simplest going out outfit, yet you couldn't tear your eyes off of her. It was getting harder and harder for you to pretend you weren't completely in love with her. Being just coworkers didn't work. If the events of this afternoon indicated that you were becoming friends again, you were sure that wouldn't work either. It was taking every ounce of willpower in you not to shove your way across the room, pull Ona into your arms, and ravish her; it's slightly possible the alcohol you had consumed was only inflaming this desire. Tearing your eyes away from the defender you turned to Patri.

"I'm going to go get another drink. Want anything?" You questioned.

"Si, one of whatever you're having." Patri responded with a smile, hoping you were over whatever had you so down. You turned to head towards the bar, but a hand on your shoulder from Alexia stopped you, a disapproving look on her face.

"Last one, y/n. You too Patricia." Alexia's voice was stern, and you smirked at her as Patri gasped indignantly at the use of her full name.

"I don't think we're the ones you need to be worried about, Capi." You nodded your head towards Claudia and Cata, who were both putting back another shot they'd obviously procured while Alexia was distracted.

"Ay! What did I tell you two?" Alexia began to scold the two girls, and you slipped off towards the bar. You waited for the bartender, distracted from the people around you, which proved to be a mistake. You jumped when you felt a hand press against your lower back, so low you wondered if it could still be considered your back. You turned, finding yourself face to face with the most average looking man you'd potentially ever seen. He was smirking down at you like he was god's gift to earth, and you unconsciously wrinkled your nose, leaning back as far as you could.

"Can I help you?" You questioned, trying to keep your voice neutral.

"My friend thinks you're cute." He slurred out, nodding to the man sitting on the other side of you. Only then did you notice that they had caged you in. The other man spoke,

"I'll buy you a drink." He said, smirking at you. Neither man had moved an inch away from you, and the first man's hand remained on your back, fingers digging into your skin slightly. You couldn't tell if it was on purpose or if he was just too drunk to know better. You opened your mouth to speak, about to throw caution to the wind and tell both men to fuck off, when the first man jerked backwards, a heavily tattooed hand yanking him back by the shoulder. He stumbled away, and another hand reached out, pulling you away from the other man.

You looked up to find Patri wrapping a protective arm around your shoulders, glaring at the two men that had been speaking to you. The expression on Patri's face was nothing compared to the one on Mapi's, who looked like she was ready to square up to the two men that were at least 8 inches taller than her. It still wouldn't have been a fair fight, as the commotion had caught the attention of some of your other teammates, and you knew that the combined efforts of Ingrid, Alexia, Mariona, and Sandra would be more than enough backup for Mapi.

She began spitting words at them, rapidly insulting them, and warning them to never act so aggressively again towards a woman. At the same time, Patri spoke, tearing your focus from Mapi's loud words and gestures.

"Y/n, are you okay?" Her eyes looked at yours, torn between worried and angry.

"I'm fine, he barely touched me." Your voice came out slightly shakier than you intended, and Patri's brow furrowed. "I promise, I just need some air." You reassured, pulling out of her grasp and heading for the door. You really were okay, just feeling a little claustrophobic from the way the men had crowded you. You exited the bar, leaning up against the brick wall, taking big, deep breaths.

Your eyes are closed, but you aren't surprised when you feel a hand on your arm. You expected Patri or someone would follow you out. You did not expect to open your eyes and see Ona standing next to you, her face contorted with worry. You felt the heat of her hand on your arm, and suddenly it felt like the air outside had gotten warmer. If you weren't already flushed from being in the crowded club, you're sure you'd be blushing heavily.

"Are you ok?" Ona asked, her voice gentle as her thumb rubbed softly on your arm.

"I'm fine, seriously." Your voice came out slightly choked in response, not because you were upset, but because Ona was so close to you, you could smell her perfume. It smelled like rain, and something floral, and you were thoroughly distracted. But Ona's face looked slightly panicked, as if she didn't know what to do, so again, you reassured your friend. "Ona, I promise. I'm okay."

"You don't seem okay."

"It was crowded in there. Those creeps only made it worse. I just needed some space." In response, Ona pulled her hand away from your arm, but you grabbed it, holding onto it tightly, but sending her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, Oni. You could never crowd me."

She blushed, and her eyes looked at you with a guarded hope in them. You knew then that you were drunk, because suddenly the urge to pull Ona into your arms and kiss her senseless was almost overpowering. You resisted, however, assuming that Ona would not welcome that. Even if she was blushing. There was no question that she remembered what happened the last time.

You were wrong. After a moment of staring into your eyes, Ona must have seen something in them that gave her confidence, and she was surging forward, lips smashing into your own. Your bodies molded together, her hands coming to hold tightly to your waste, your own gripping Ona's face. After a moment, she pulled back, her face suddenly shy, suddenly worried. Her lips were still close enough that you could feel them against yours as you spoke.

"I'm not going to run again, Oni. Not this time." You spoke gently, putting all the sincerity you could muster into your voice. At your words, Ona visibly relaxed, pressing forward again, this time allowing her tongue to slip into your mouth. She had you pressed up against the wall of the bar, your mouths melding together as you pulled her impossibly closer into your body. You got lost in the taste of her, the feeling of her lips on yours, her tongue moving in and out of your mouth. You moved a hand to thread your fingers through her hair, and tugged lightly, and she let out a whimper into your mouth at the feeling.

"Ay dios mio. This team is going to break a record for the number of players sleeping together."

You and Ona broke apart, but you kept a hand wrapped around her waste, unwilling to let her go for even a second, even as you both looked sheepishly at Patri, who was looking at the two of you with a slightly annoyed look on her face.

"Don't let me interrupt. Just came out to make sure you were okay." She turned to walk back into the club, saying one last thing over her shoulder. "Please don't have sex against the wall of this club where everyone can see you. Both of you have 2 perfectly lovely apartments like 2 blocks from here."

As Patri disappeared back inside the bar, you turned back to Ona, eyes roving over her freckled face. She had a few pieces of glitter on her cheeks, likely fallen from her eyeshadow. They sparkled in the faint moonlight, but were nothing compared to the look in her eyes as she gazed at you.

"Can I take you home Oni?

"Please."

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You were barely inside your bedroom before you were tugging Ona's shirt off, pushing her backwards to lay on the bed, crawling on top of her. She was whining into your mouth as you reached a hand up to tug at her nipple. Her hips bucked up into yours, and you pulled back looking down at her.

"I need you, baby. Now." She whimpered. You understood. It was like you couldn't move fast enough, you needed to feel all of her, see all of her, this instant.

You sat back, yanking Ona's pants and underwear off, before pulling your own off, so fast that it would have been embarrassing , if Ona hadn't brought up a hand to play with her own nipples, desperate for some stimulation.

Climbing back onto the bed, laying next to her instead of on top this time, you reconnected your lips with hers. Your mouths met messily, tongues pushing back and forth, your teeth coming to nip at her bottom lip. You were both making desperate sounds, breaths coming hot against each other. Grabbing one of Ona's hands, you pulled it down between your thighs, before bringing your own to her core. She ran her fingers through your folds pulling back as you whined against her.

"Oh baby, you're so wet for me." She gasped out. You really were dripping. You didn't think you'd ever been this wet in your life, and Ona had barely touched you. You pressed your fingers up against her, relieved to find her just as wet as you were.

"All for you, baby. Only for you." You were breathless, all of your energy focused on keeping your fingers moving against Ona's clit, as she did the same. It was insane how good it felt. You'd been with other women, but nothing had ever felt like this before. Her fingers knew exactly what to do, where to go. Your bodies fit together like you had been created for the sole purpose of being pressed up against Ona, her body writhing against yours.

Suddenly, two of her fingers were teasing your entrance, before pushing in, starting to pump in and out at a fast pace. She was met with no resistance, your arousal leaking out of you, and allowing her in immediately.

"Ona. Harder." Your voice was filthy, barely words, mostly moans, as you begged Ona for more. At the same time, you slipped your fingers down, finding her just as ready for you. You pushed in, gasping at the feeling of her walls clenching around you already.

"Fuck baby. You feel so good." Ona whined, clearly nearing the edge. She curled her fingers into you then, increasing her speed. You did the same, and the room was filled with the sounds of your fingers frantically thrusting into each other, as you panted into each others mouths, foreheads pressed together, too overcome to keep kissing.

"J-Jesus Ona. So c-close." You stuttered, and she somehow increased her pace, pushing you over the edge. You buried your face into her neck as you cried out, fingers stilling inside of Ona. Your legs twitched against hers, and you whimpered as you came down, gasping for breath. As you came back to yourself, you felt Ona's body moving against your fingers, hips grinding down desperately. She was clenching around you tightly, and you could tell it wouldn't take much.

Pushing your body down the bed, you buried your face in between Ona's legs, moving your fingers again, and attaching your lips to her clit, sucking harshly. Ona cried out, her thighs wrapping themselves around your head as she came, hips thrusting against your face. You couldn't breath, and you didn't care, relishing in the sweet taste of the girl wrapped around you. You licked against her, pulling your fingers out.

You only pulled your head away from her when she tugged at your hair and loosened her legs, overstimulated. Dragging yourself back up the mattress, you next to her again, tugging her into your arms. Your bodies wrapped tightly around each other, as you both fought to regain breath. Her face was resting in the crook of her neck, and you pressed kiss after kiss to the top of her head, desperate to express your affection for her.

You felt yourself beginning to drift off, and forced yourself out of bed, into the bathroom. You returned to Ona with a wet washcloth, gently cleaning her up, before doing the same to yourself. Ona was laying on the bed, eyes closed as she sighed contentedly, clearly exhausted. You threw the washcloths into the laundry basket before collapsing onto the bed, and pulling Ona to lay against your chest. She placed a soft kiss the the underside of your jaw, before laying her head against you, tangling her legs with yours, and almost instantly falling asleep. You followed soon after, arms wrapped tightly around Ona, drifting off into sleep.

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You woke the next morning, stretching you arms out to find an empty mattress. Your eyes snapped open, searching for Ona, only to find the room empty. You blinked, before noticing her clothes that her clothes were missing from the floor as well. Ona was gone.

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hope you enjoyed :) i'll try to get the last part out tomorrow or wednesday.

also the number of woso fics i've read where men being creepy in a bar leads to realization / admittance of feelings...

#woso imagine #woso #woso x reader #ona batlle x reader #barcelona femeni x reader #patri guijarro #alexia putellas #mapi leon

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sourceblogcentral · 8 months

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It's always a shame when you put hours of effort into a gifset, only for it to get 60 notes. And now, as people are reblogging less and less, the success of your gifset relies even more on using tags effectively to expose it to the maximum number of people possible.

Of course, at the end of the day, you should create for you, not notes, but that doesn't stop it from hurting. So, without further ado:

Guide to Tagging Gifsets

There are three main categories of tag, which I'll explain one at a time: fandom tags, sourceblog tags, and user tags. But it's key to remember only the first 20 tags are searched for; tags after that are irrelevant. So make sure every tag counts. It's also a good idea to visit a tag before you use it; if there's hardly any posts in that tag, it's probably not worth including.

Fandom (edit) Tags

Tags relevant to each fandom. I'll use Marvel as an example:

#tvedit, #filmedit, #[genre]edit, eg. #scifiedit

#[fandom]edit, eg. #marveledit, #mcuedit. Sometimes uses an abbrievation, particularly if the name of the fandom is quite long

#[show/tv]edit, eg. #infinitywaredit, #wandavisionedit. Only relevant if the fandom had multiple pieces of media.

#[character]edit, eg. #natasharomanoffedit. Mainly applicable to larger fandoms.

#[ship]edit, eg. #sambuckyedit. Mainly applicable to larger fandoms.

#[actor]tag. Note that this is sometimes the full name, sometimes first-initial-followed-by-surname. Check the tags to find the relevant one.

There are, of course, other types, but these are the main ones. It's a good idea to use these ones before tracked tags, as it makes it easier for people to find the content they're looking for.

Sourceblog Tags

A sourceblog is a blog dedicated to one fandom/character/genre etc, usually run by multiple people. Their main purpose is collecting every relevant post for whatever it's dedicated to, in one place for easy access.

They usually have names including 'source', 'daily', 'gifs', or 'edits'

Most sourceblogs have a tracked tag, often the name of the blog, and may also track the main edit tag. In that case, you may not need to bother tagging the sourceblog as well.

However, many sourceblogs go inactive, and so it's a good idea when tagging one for the first time to have a quick look in the archive and see if they're active. Just note that most sourceblogs don't use a tag such as 'thanks for tagging' to indicate they're reblogging from the tracked tag.

Sourceblogs usually have a lot of followers, all interested in whatever the blog's dedicated to, and therefore it's an excellent idea to tag any relevant ones.

You can search our blog to find relevant source blogs and their tracked tags.

User Tags

These are not always exclusive to edits, so pay attention to what people say they'd like to be tagged in. You can usually find people's tracked tag in their blog description, pinned post or about page.

I'd like to highlight - don't be afraid to tag people in your gifs! Most people love to be tagged. Although be aware it is common courtesy to only tag people that you follow/are mutuals with.

Most user tags are either #user[x] or the blog's url. Most people state what they do/don't like being tagged in, but if they don't, just go by what they reblog.

Just be aware of gifmakers that you follow, so that the next time you make a post, you can check their blog and see if it is appropriate to tag them

Usertags are best to use after fandom and sourceblog tags, to fill it all the way up to 20 tags, personal blogs are not dedicated to one thing only (usually), and therefore a lower proportion of followers will be in that fandom.

Finally, it's also good to use non-edit tags: for the fandom, character and ship. This means it's easy for people looking in the tags to find content.

If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask! And if you run a sourceblog we haven't yet added to our directly, please send us the url of the blog and we'll add it right away.

Good luck & have fun with your giffing!

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orbmanson7 · 9 months

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And here's the last part of the analysis of the "The Sides Need a Nice Day" video, this time, let's talk about Janus and Remus.

(If you want to read the first part about Patton and Logan, go here.

If you want to read the second part about Virgil and Roman, go here.)

Right away, we have Janus letting us know he's about to one-up Patton and Virgil's attempts at cheering another side up, for whatever reason he feels compelled to do so (because acceptance isn't a competition or anything, right?), and says he will be giving Remus a nice day.

Specifically, he says that "freaks deserve nice days too" which is a funny but wonderful sentiment, because it shows that Janus sees Remus for what he is but also doesn't want him to change anything about that. Remus deserves to be who he is and enjoy himself, as they all do, which is kind of the whole point behind this video, even though it hasn't really been obvious up to this point, probably because Janus is being far more direct about it than the others were.

To explain, if you look back at Patton and Logan's part, you'll see that Patton wasn't trying to change anything about Logan and came up with things he would enjoy doing, but he wanted to do them far too quickly for Logan's liking.

And with Virgil and Roman, the suggestions all turned out to be things Virgil thought Roman would like but he changed those things to be something they might both enjoy instead, which wasn't really giving Roman anything he expected.

But Janus knows Remus very well, recognizes the purpose behind the trend is to simply give someone something they want and let them enjoy it, and he's prepared to properly do what the others had failed at, to give another side a nice day without flaw.

Also, Janus not knowing where the pens would be is likely meant as a little hint that Janus is still very unfamiliar with the light sides' area and where they'd keep things. Not sure how he knew where to find the note cards, though...

Janus goes looking for Remus in a dark closet, expecting him to be there but is still startled when it turns out he is.

He quickly gets to the point and simply tells Remus what to do and what the result will be. No constant questions back and forth, no push for an explanation, Janus just tells Remus what to expect immediately. See how easy that is?

Remus doesn't seem too pleased before picking the card, but is delighted after he sees the result. This may imply Janus has offered to do things in the past that have not been enjoyable for Remus, but that could be a stretch. We don't know these two well enough yet to really be sure.

Janus, though with little emotion, tells Remus to 'have at it' and that he's convinced Thomas to 'lean into his intrusive thoughts' for the day. It's very likely that this means Thomas is merely thinking out these scenarios, not actually participating in them, which would still be enjoyable for Remus as someone who delves in the imagination just as much as Roman. It also would keep Thomas out of any real-life repercussions for these actions and keep down his stress and anxiety, as well.

Considering DwIT showed that just the thought alone would often put Thomas on edge, it makes sense that these actions are thoughts being leaned into and imagined rather than legitimately happening (and would also explain some of the unused options on the cards). Thomas has learned by now that thinking about something doesn't make you a bad person, and who better to convince him to have a little fun with that than Janus?

Remus excitedly grabs for the next option, instantly delighted by what it turns out to be. This really does show that Janus understands Remus rather well, he knows what Remus enjoys and doesn't have to change anything to make him happy. This comes from knowing each other, likely for a long time, and Janus not just knowing his interests but also understanding why Remus likes something.

However, on the next round of options, Janus remarks that he can't believe he's doing this. He's either in disbelief that he's doing these nice things for Remus all to show up Patton and Virgil, or he is regretting how much effort he's put into this with how easily Remus is entertained by it.

Janus doesn't seem bored, but he's definitely doing this for Remus and not enjoying the activities alongside him.

As I mentioned in the last post about Virgil and Roman, this is likely in relation to love languages that have been on display throughout the whole video.

At this part with Janus and Remus, though, Janus is using his knowledge of Remus' interests to give him something he'll enjoy, making this the love language of 'gift-giving'. However, he's also acknowledging that these are activities others would be weirded-out by and then saying nothing negative about it. Janus is encouraging Remus to do these activities, regardless of what anyone will think, making this the love language of 'words of affirmation' in its own unique way, by validating what Remus enjoys.

While you could argue the others also did this, it means a lot more for Remus in particular, as someone whose entire presence is seen as a bad thing, that any ideas he may have are hazardous and awful, and he's shut down and ignored as much as possible at every turn. Something as simple as saying that it's actually fine if he wants to dangle a phone off the side of a bridge is incredibly kind to do for him.

But this also shows us that he's very used to being ignored and suppressed, because he was absolutely enamoured at the thought of getting to do any of these activities. From his reactions throughout this entire part, we know he would be equally as excited to eat paper as he would to summon Bloody Mary, which just proves that point. It's not just the extreme ideas of his that get pushed away, it's all of them. Remus finally getting the chance to act things out that he thinks up and enjoys must mean a hell of a lot to him.

Remus then thanks Janus in the end, a great big smile on his face, and Janus sighs and says "you're welcome. Don't say I never did anything for you."

It's possible this is just a little joke, but if it did mean something, it could be implying that Janus and Remus are not quite on equal ground in the current timeline of the plot. This would make sense, as Janus has just been accepted by Thomas, but only just. This still puts him leagues above where Remus is, even though Thomas does seem at least more used to him being around, at least.

This could cause a rift between Janus and Remus if it's not addressed soon, but Janus will still be working to earn his place amongst the others, so we'll have to see how that pans out.

It's also possible that Janus' line is more in reference to his overall purpose in the show. He operates more as Self-Preservation, but that doesn't have to be exclusive to Thomas, as many of the other sides can affect one another, as well. If he's attempting to restore some balance to Thomas' mental health by getting some of the other sides to understand their own biases (as he's been doing so far), this could still put Remus at a disadvantage until Remus is more accepted as Dark Creativity rather than Intrusive Thoughts. This may explain Janus' line if he's already been accused or expects to soon be accused of not paying enough attention to Remus, because Janus' priority will still have to be Thomas' well-being and that could put Remus at the bottom of his priorities.

He may not want Remus to change, but it's going to take a lot of work before the others can be ready to handle Remus without any changes, and he may know that a little too well, considering how long it's taken just for Janus to be accepted.

But, in the end, Janus did manage to prove his point in this part of the video, that he absolutely knows how to give another side a nice day, far better than Patton and Virgil, that's for sure.

He can be proud of that fact, for knowing Remus so well, but hopefully that isn't something he has to toss aside for Thomas' sake any time soon...

#sanders sides analysis #janus sanders #remus sanders #sanders sides #long post #ts spoilers #hella remus angst in here whoo #orbs thought bubbles

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cookierunauprompts · 2 months

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Im tryna cook here so hear me out on this : what if SMC(shadow milk cookie)&reader are in the same trope of Rudolph&Catherine from dangerously yours?(it may not be same-same kidda wipe cuz I didn't watch the movie yet lol(srry not srry)) : It's started from reader got send by the witches to spy keep eyes on the old ancients(before corrupted-after corrupted)but suddenly reader fell in love with one of them(aka SMC)and so do he,but then after he and the other got corrupted he become obsessed toward them(obviously)but then he started to realized that the witches are planing to seal him and the other fallen ancients away cause of their actions of being corrupted and cause choas on earthbeard, so he conveice reader to tell him how to get to the witches(reader's witches spy and have their own specific way to contact/went to face the witches) and get him and his friends revenge on the witches but reader ran away instead and not telling him,and in the end they met each other again at the silver tree where the witches was going to seal them in and the line between reader&shadow milk will be like : "your time is up" "do you think actually going to let it happen?to let them seal me?to seal us?!" "..i mean just that" "....... well then go ahead" "i'll get this over with" "You won't do it,you won't let this happen...you won't because you love me."-"it takes a very brave and and a very cold person to do that,(y/c/n)"-"I don't think you can..."

Note / I think amma gonna end it here and I'll let u imagine it on ur own😭actually it was gonna be longer than this but I accidentally delete half of it so my lazy ass just tell me to get this over with😔(no anyone's oc x canon pls I beg u(Im srry))

throwing this into the Warden Reader AU, because silly.

Requested Prompts #44 - 💔💓

The words of the witches ring through your head as you stand ready in your position. " You have to be there, Reader Cookie." They had said. " For you are the only one who can see through his deception, it's how we know that the seal will truly work on them all." You knew what they'd really meant, but it was whatever. This was your purpose, what you were made for. There was no defying your own destiny when your were chained to it. It was an anchor dragging you down into the abyss of the sea, dread it, run from it, hide from it all you wish but it will still drag you down all the same. And then, you saw him. Your destiny made personified right in front of you in the form of a far too large blue cookie. Shadow Milk Cookie, the Cookie of Deceit as Elder Faerie had put it. The grin he wore was wide, yet not open enough to look insane as it usually did. His eyes were focused on you, keeping track of each and every action you took and each reaction you displayed. Such analysis befitted the former Cookie of Knowledge, but only fragments of the past were left in the beast before you. He'd strayed from how the witches made him due to the power of the soul jam, all of them had. You steel yourself after a mere millisecond of hesitation, pointing your spear at him with determination. " Your time is up." You coldly announced, not daring to let anything else slip into your tone. He'll use anything to get the upper hand, all you need to do is to distract him until the seal is prepared. His grin widened. " You mean you're actually going through with this? You're actually sticking by them, even though they're betraying you?" He asked, almost mockingly in tone. You knew not to search his expression for a hint of genuineness in his expression like you did in the past, and yet you did for just a moment. And maybe there was something, but you stopped yourself from looking. " ... I mean just that." You replied. You watched as he shrunk down, each step he got smaller and smaller until he was just a bit taller than you. " Well by all means, go ahead my dear." He said almost cruelly, taunting you by laying his head upon the tip of your spear. You hesitate, " This will be your finale." you state to his amusement. He smiled, an airy chuckle seeping through his lips. " You won't do it, you can't bring yourself to let this happen. All because you love me." The beast taunts, pressing his neck closer to the blade in a way that was just enough to draw forth a few droplets of his blueberry jam. " It takes a very brave and cold cookie to do that, I don't think you can."

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Or, what happened before the witches sealed the beasts in the Warden!Reader timeline, and during.

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run au #crk #cr kingdom #shadow milk cookie #cookie run au prompts #beast yeast #shadow milk cookie x reader #originally i was going to write more. but this is supposed to be a prompt blog #anyways Shadow Milk with Blue strawberry jam(blueberry jam) real #warden!reader prompts #fun little fact. Warden!Reader's name isn't actually Reader Cookie #that's just something I slipped in

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seulgiwifeee · 1 month

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What Shall I Do || Wendy

♡ Member: Gangster*Wendy x Nerd*Femreader

♡ Theme: Fluff, SOME angst (like the TEENIEST bit)

♡ Warning: Cussing, Wendy low key likes to be praised ? :0, she just wants to impress you :(, detailed make-out session (hehe), <<<a TAD bit suggestive during it, slow burn I guess? But it's worth it I promise ⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝

♡ Description: The troubling girl that Wendy is has found herself falling for the girl who couldn’t be anymore opposite of her. She decides she wants to act upon her feelings, but she doesn’t know how she’ll be able to successfully approach you until she walks past that tutoring flyer that’ll change everything.

Word count: 9.2k (I got carried away..LOL)

(Genuinely didn’t know what to make as the title so I just put the title of a song I thought would go good with reading,, #stream What Shall I do by Hoody and all of her other songs ɞ̴̶̷ ·̮ ɞ̴̶̷)

All idea credits go to the amazing @wendyslegalwife ‘s request ⸝⸝ɞ̴̶̷ ·̫ ‹⸝⸝ ♡ !!

তততততততততততততততততততততততততততততত

How could people so polarly opposite ever make things work out between them?

Wendy questioned that each time she'd catch herself staring at the beauty of Y/N, muttering stubborn curses at herself when she'd realize you were making her lose focus and blush in front of her clique for simply existing around her.

They would try to poke sly teases at Wendy, asking her whom she was giving 'lovey-dovey' eyes to, as they'd say, but the sharp turn of her threatening eye was enough to shut them up and make them uninterested quickly.

But anyway, the question still stands—what was so enticing about you?

Why did Wendy have to like you?

You, Y/N L/N, out of everyone in this school?

There was nothing special about you.

You were just a huge distraction and if anything Wendy shouldn't have even been acknowledging your existence.

You're a nobody!

She had better things to focus on and you're not even her type!..

..Or so that's what all her stubborn mind used to tell her.

Now, there's no denying the heady effect that your presence alone has on her each time you enter the classroom. Wendy's the first person to even notice your appearance, and without fail each time, her eyes stay glued onto your figure until her conscious snaps her out of it or if one of her friends nudges her to back to reality.

Was it the way you spoke with your honey-sweet voice any time you answered a question?

The alluring look you'd unknowingly eye your teacher with when you were focused on the information she would share during discussion?

Or how Wendy thought you looked so nerdy-cute from how your large glasses would sit propped down on your nose, practically sliding off, and how your tongue just slightly poked out from the side of your mouth each time you were fixated on completing an assignment?

Or maybe it was all? (It was)

Despite whatever reasoning it could've been, all that Wendy knew in conclusion was that she wanted— No, needed you. Badly.

But she's the most feared girl at the school, along with her little gang. Everyone, plus the teachers and staff members, is scared of or intimidated by Wendy. Yes, including you too.

How could Wendy get with someone who flinches every time she walks past them or nervously looks away when they dare to steal a glance at her for any longer than a split second?

It's not like she's some kind of bully or has ever done anything to you; she'll only become aggressive if someone purposely does or says something to her or her friends to piss her off, and that is when things can get scary, so other than that Wendy's nothing more than a harmless (-ish) troublemaker if no one tries to mess with her.

But unfortunately, the damage of her aggressive and intimidating past actions has left too much of a dent into the school's atmosphere for people not to be uneased by her, and all the fear that's been instilled in everyone's minds is practically irreversible for her to suddenly try acting all soft, thinking that could make people in any way forget the girl she's shown herself to be for last few years.

And aside from the rough image she has to put up with, she knows that you on the other hand probably wouldn't even try giving her a chance to date you.

Like come on, you, Y/N, the girl who makes straight A's, never skips class, avoids drama at any cost, actually cares about her studies, and is probably the sweetest person in this school just to end up with Wendy; this little delinquent she knows that you probably portray of her as who can flip the mood just by walking into a classroom with the wrong look on her face? Not a chance.

But that dismissive thought doesn't deter Wendy because no matter what, she will still do what she can to show you, to prove to you that there's more to her than just the edgy facade she shows on the outside.

It's just.. how will she be able to show it?

She already knows that she can't casually walk up to you because either you would take that as a threat and run away before you'd allow her to get a single word out, or she wouldn't last more than two words into the conversation before you'd run away from the bubbling fear and anticipation. So either way you're going to end up running away.

Okay.. so how will Wendy be able to approach you that doesn't end up with you running away?

Maybe she could find someone who could give her your number and then you two could try messaging?

Never mind, she knows that would just creep you out even more.

Okay, no message, now what?

With each new idea Wendy comes up with, she has to scratch it out because it's either bound to not work or there's just that one flaw that completely ruins it.

Soon, that brain fog kicks her in the ass hard and she can't figure up any new ideas. It doesn't break her determination, of course, she's too prideful for that, but she's definitely losing her patience.

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Wendy walks down the hallways with her usual mean mug, clearing the path of nervous and startled people just by walking near them.

She steps past the bulletin board filled with posters of the school's weekly news, not minding any business to them until she suddenly pauses and makes a rewind back to a little certain flyer that catches her attention from the corner of her eye.

"After school tutoring with a buddy!" is printed in bold blue letters on the poster.

Wendy takes time to read more into it, finding out that the school's top students have joined together to host this little tutoring program to bring students with struggling grades to stay after school so they can get help on understanding their course better and getting their grades up. The person signing up can also choose who they want as their tutor and, surprise surprise, you just so happened to be one of the top students involved with this.

This is perfect. If you end up tutoring Wendy then she can finally have an excuse to approach and start some form of conversation with you, and you wouldn't even have any choice but to talk with her!

But the only downside to this is that you're tutoring for the math section. Wendy can't stand math for the hell of it, that's by far her weakest subject and just one look at her grades can be backed up as evidence to prove it. Also, the spots are very limited since it's only around fifteen students who'll even be tutoring, and there's also another student who's tutoring for math, so it's not even guaranteed to Wendy that she'll end up with you as her tutor if someone doesn't get to you first or if she'll even manage to turn her papers in time before all the tutoring spots, in general, are taken.

And again, she just doesn't want to deal with anything math-related.

But.. whatever it takes for her to talk to you.. she'll just have to push herself through it and risk these chances.

Once she gets the papers, she fills them out and turns them in as quickly as she can, determined to seal her spot with you, and impatiently lives the day on and she waits for the upcoming Friday to find out whether or not she makes it in.

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The exact moment as Wendy arrives home from school that Friday afternoon, looking down to check her phone as the time changes from 4:59 pm to 5:00 pm on the spot, she grins widely once that confirmation email pops up in her notification bar, letting her know that she's eligible for the tutoring and that you've been assigned to be her tutor.

Well.. Of course, Wendy got accepted so easily, it would've been incredibly stupid on the school's part for her not to be; the second the administrators received her filled-out papers she was the first student they even signed up for the program. And really.. if the school could've, they would've tried to sign her up for more tutoring other than just math.

Wendy's small moment of happiness, though, is lifted momentarily once the sheer realization dawns on her, the remembrance of certain things said in the tutoring flyer and the things she'd have to face that she didn't take into account earlier all floods back into memory.

She's in tutoring. Tutoring.. meaning she's going to have to be associated with a bunch of other dumbos and idiots.

Also, tutoring sessions are supposed to be happening after school in the cafeteria.

Everyone.

All at the same time.

It doesn't matter to her that the tutoring is one-on-one or if everyone's going to be spread out in their own "private" section of the cafeteria, she can't be seen in front of all these people receiving help. She knows she doesn't actually plan on taking the tutoring seriously since it's just a tactic to get closer to you, but no one's going to catch on to that from the bare eye! They're just going to see Wendy as a weakling!

She can't let that happen.

She hurriedly types out an email to Mrs. White—the vice principal and head person in charge of this program—asking if there are options to tutor somewhere else, and not too long after, she responds back suggesting that you two could tutor separately from everyone else in one of the empty classrooms, but that solution is not good enough for Wendy.

She needs the two of you to be alone, somewhere more private than that.

Matter of fact, she doesn't even want to be on school grounds when you two are having your sessions.

Wendy writes again, asking in desperation if it's possible she and you could work off campus, but all Wendy's told is that the first session has to be done on school grounds, just so everyone can be monitored and can be seen if there needs to be any switching around and other nonsense Wendy didn't care to finish reading about.

Although.. Mrs. White at the end did say that after the second or third session, she'd see what she could do for you two regarding this, but Wendy knows that "I'll see what I can do" bullshit 99% of the time usually means there's nothing that can be done.

Well, that's great.

Wendy's nowhere near satisfied with this, but again, if she wants to get closer to you, then she'll just have to deal with this nonsense.. she supposes..

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Sooner than Wendy can even realize, the day finally comes.

She never realized how much she'd really been anticipating this day until the final dismissal bell of the day rang, her heart dropping as everything suddenly hit for her to process; she can't tell whether she's more excited or nervous.

As she exits the classroom, her little gang is confused once they see her creeping the opposite way of the exit and all begin to question her.

She makes up a quick lie along the lines of needing to go to the bathroom and that all of them could just go ahead and leave since she'll catch up with them later. And like the airheads they are, they somehow believe her, not even giving her any further questions before they go on and leave campus.

Wendy lets out a sigh of relief and once they're far out of her peripheral, Wendy quickly speeds down the hallways, not caring one bit if she bumps into anyone, and hides around a secluded corner in the science building. She makes sure to keep herself hidden from any lurking eyes, continuously checking the time on her phone to see if it's anywhere close to the time yet for the tutoring.

"Hurry up.." she mutters impatiently looking down at the time and tapping her finger on the wall behind her as she keeps an alert eye out to make sure no one's walking near her.

The slow minutes tick by and it only serves to heighten Wendy's anticipation, but after what feels like forever she looks back at the time and sees that it's just five minutes past the time tutoring was officially supposed to begin.

She finally curves out from the corner, quickly peeking her head out to make sure the coast is clear before she marks her way toward the cafeteria doors. She takes in a deep breath, clenching her fists to her sides before she brings herself to open the doors.

As Wendy steps inside, she looks around at all the people inside getting situated with each other. Lingering near the entrance, some people sitting around spot her there and a quick change of emotion from their once cheery, talkative expressions is noticed—Fear.

Of course..

Wendy rolls her eyes at them, unbothered, and walks towards an area where there's a group of people sitting, assuming that's where she should be sitting too.

She sits at the end of the table and immediately buries her head into her phone, not wanting to draw any attention to herself, which honestly she knows is pretty useless since her classmates can very well still see her and are very well terrified and confused about why she's here.

Wendy feels an abrupt shift in the table as she watches her phone and looks in the corner of her eye to notice everyone scooted further away from her. She scoffs, putting her attention back to her phone and muttering under her breath, "Losers."

Everyone around Wendy joins with their tutoring partners as she restlessly continues to wait for you. She can feel cold sweats trickling down her forehead as her hands begin to shake. Wow, you were the one making Wendy nervous. Only could you ever do that to her.

She continues to distract herself scrolling through her social media until she notices a pair of feet approaching her and hears a small voice speak out. "Uh.. Wendy?"

Wendy looks up, her heart skipping a beat as she meets eyes with no one other than you. But her demeanor clearly doesn't show her nervousness, seeing as you cling tighter to your notebook in a tense stance.

Wendy quickly softens her features once she notices your uneasiness and tries her best to play a sort of soft, inviting smile instead. "Y/N?"

You nod your head hesitantly, not fully trusting the sincerity in Wendy's smile, and look down at your notebook.

"So.. looks like I'm tutoring you," you mumble with a blatant tone of awkwardness, placing a piece of hair behind your ear as Wendy nods along.

"Which table would you like to work at?" you ask, trying your best to mask the edging fear layered behind your voice with a fake smile.

Wendy's eyes spark up and she suddenly stands up from the table, causing you to flinch and instinctively take a step back.

"Actually, I was told that we were allowed to study alone in one of the unused classrooms."

Your pupils dilate instantly just at the mere thought of being trapped alone with Wendy. It was already bad enough that you were chosen by her to be her tutor buddy, but now she wants you two to be isolated from everyone just to where she could do god knows what, whether it's something to you or someone else? This is like asking for death.

"Uhh.. are you sure you wouldn't just like to study over there somewhere?" You gesture your finger towards a different direction in the cafeteria in hopes of changing her mind, but her plan stays firm as she shakes her head.

"And be stuck seen in here with these losers? It's already degrading enough for me just having to sit at this table, you're real funny if you think I'm staying over here any longer." Wendy walks past you without warning, heading towards the exit.

"B-But.." you call out weakly as she walks further away. You mutter a curse under your breath, holding in a deep breath before you push your legs to reluctantly follow after the troubling girl.

You guys walk down the empty hallways in silence, an awkward tension very noticeably stirring up between you two as you try your best to avoid eye contact, maintaining a fair distance while Wendy struggles to think of how she can spark up a flowing conversation.

After a few turns searching around the hallways, you two find a vacant classroom. You open the door with your key, but Wendy still somehow manages to get a hold of the door before you, holding it open as her hand gestures for you to go inside. You quirk a brow but nod your head in a simple gratitude as you step inside. The further you walk inside, the more you start to regret signing up to do this tutoring program.

You really don't want to be alone with Wendy. You don't understand— Well, you do understand why you're so unsettled around Wendy because of obvious reasons, but it's not like Wendy's ever done anything to you specifically. She's never hit you, threatened you, or given you a dirty look.. Shit, you're not sure if you've even spoken to her other than today.

And if you're being honest with yourself, you know you're only scared of her because of all the rumors that's been passed around. Because truth be told, you've never really seen her in action before with your own eyes.

So why is your body giving you symptoms that make you seem like you're so terrified of her?

Why is your heart beating in erratic patterns even while she's not doing anything to you?

Maybe you don't trust her?

Yeah, that's it. You just don't trust her.

You sit at one of the tiny desks and Wendy pulls a chair out from another desk, setting it across from you. As she pulls out her phone you look back down at your clipboard. "Alright, so you need help with algebra 2 I see.." you mutter and Wendy hums unenthusiastically.

"Do you have any homework assignments that we can look over?" you ask, but she shakes her head muttering a quick "nope."

"Well, do you have any note—"

"Nope," Wendy says bluntly, interrupting you before you can barely finish your sentence.

"Do you have anything algebra-related in your binder?"

Wendy shuns you with another sharp “no.”

You sigh with disappointment, though you're not surprised, mumbling an awkward "okay" and flip through your work folder. "Well, that's okay because I have some worksheets in here that we can work on together, so—"

"—Hey," Wendy cuts in again, a little more aggressively than she had intended. Your ears perk up from the sudden, harsh interruption as your heart begins to gradually pick up its pace again as you hold your breath. "Yes?"

"You know, this is our first day of sessions. Don't you think we should get to at least know each other better so that we can get more comfortable working with each other?"

Oh, you're pretty sure you know Wendy well enough.

"Um.. I guess?" you mumble with uncertainty.

Wendy smirks and leans back into the chair, grunting as she stretches out her arms. Your eyes narrow down for a split second, noticing the shiny belly piercing adorned on her toned stomach as her dress shirt slightly lifts. Cute.

"So.. I already know we have each other's names established by now—me, Wendy, you, Y/N," Wendy says and you nod.

"So then, Y/N, tell me some things about yourself so that I can get to know you better."

"Just anything?" you ask and Wendy nods.

What is this, an interrogation? Why would Wendy care anything about you? Was this all just a distraction so that you two couldn't start on any work? (Yes, it definitely is)

"Um.. Uh.." you don't know what to start with or say first because, well, what are you supposed to say when you're put in such a sudden and awkward position?

"Come on. Just tell me the basics, like what's your favorite color?" Wendy says trying to help by giving you some ideas.

"Umm, my favorite color is blue."

Wendy nods, biting her lip. "Me too.. What's your favorite candy?"

"I like any sour candy," you state simply.

Wendy hums with the subtle nod of her head again. You continue for the remaining minute answering Wendy's questions about yourself, but you suddenly begin to stumble on your words, avoiding eye contact each time you speak as her piercing gaze bores into you in a somewhat intimidating way.

"Yeah, I have a younger sister and she.. she.." Wendy's resting bitch face is in full play and it does nothing but intimidate you. Her dull eyes pierce into the depths of yours, an impassive look's glued to her face as the corner of her lips is hung downturned.

Wendy's clueless about your fear because this is only her focused face, she's taking the time to study each and every one of your intricate features. She can't control the way her features curve, she doesn't even notice her facial language looks threatening in any way right now, but once she sees how uncomfortable you've suddenly gotten she quickly realizes and softens her expression again.

You still don't say much, avoiding eye-to-eye and staring down in your lap.

Wendy frowns and taps her acrylic in front of you to grab your attention. You look up, breath slightly shaky as you lock eyes with her once again.

"Hey, I know this is kinda awkward having to work with me n' stuff, and I know you're probably scared of me, I can't really blame you, I guess, but I swear I won't do anything to you.

Besides, it's not like you've ever done anything to piss me off, so there's nothing to even worry abbot. I promise I won't bite." There's a hint of humor to her words.

You look into her softened eyes and for once, you seek a little comfort. You notice your muscles have tensed down and you sense a small truth to her words. Still hesitant, you mutter an "okay" before you and Wendy continue this little get-to-know-each-other thing, you gradually loosening up and getting more comfortable the more you talk with her.

You and Wendy end up not getting any worksheets done or even starting on anything.

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You sit alone in the classroom, your patience gradually wearing thin as you wait for Wendy to arrive for your next meet-up.

It's nearly been seven minutes past the time the session was originally supposed to begin and Wendy still hasn't shown up or answered any of your questioning text messages regarding where she was.

You lean back in the chair, your feet propped up on the desk as you scroll through your phone to pass the time quickly. After another three minutes or so, Wendy finally arrives with a plastic bag in hand.

She sits in the seat already propped out for her and places her belongings down. "Hey!"

"Hi," you mumble. "You're twelve minutes late."

"My bad, my bad. Just had to go to the store real quick." She lifts the plastic bag, pulling out two water bottles and two bags of candy.

She slides one of the bags and a bottle over to you. "Here."

You never asked her to bring you anything.

You look down and see a bag full of blue raspberry gummy bears all coated in that sour sugar.

Coincidence?

Wendy brought you a bag of blue, sour candies right after you told her the other day that your favorite color was blue and your favorite types of candy were sour?

Maybe you're thinking too much into it since Wendy also bought herself the exact kind of gummies, but your intuition was right because Wendy was, in fact, doing this on purpose. You didn't know it, but this was her subtle way of showing her affection towards you.

You soon noticed a pattern as your sessions continued; Wendy would distract you with questions about yourself, never letting the two of you do any real work, and then the next session she would gift you small things that were or resembled your likings you would've mentioned the day before.

She would be slick about it too because she would never bring attention to the gifts, she would just hand them to you, never bring it up afterward and then continue her distraction question any time you would even think about saying the word algebra.

You can admit, you do appreciate the small gestures from Wendy, but you did not sign up for the two of you to just sit around hanging out and doing nothing productive.

You only volunteered to tutor, not to waste an hour out of your day making conversation with someone who's not even your friend. You might not be scared of her anymore now but you're just barely starting to settle your comfort around her.

You two have already had four sessions now and haven't gone far with anything. The most "work" Wendy's probably done so far is glance at a worksheet..

But you have to hurry up and get some sort of progress in because if the principal finds out you two have just been dilly-dallying the entire time then they won't hesitate to remove you from the program.

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Wendy makes her appearance very known as she busts into the classroom with a mischievous smile, late as usual, and plops down into her seat haphazardly. "Hey, so what's your—"

"We're doing work today."

The charm in Wendy's eyes darkens and her smile fades almost instantly from your sudden interruption. "What?.."

You slam your folder in the middle of the desk and slap a blank worksheet on top of it. "I said, we're doing work today."

Wendy narrows her eyes at you, quirking a brow. "Okay well, it's Friday. So that means today's technically a free day so really we can just start working on assignments next week—"

"—No, Wendy!" you state firmly, making sure to amplify the harshness in the tone of your voice. Your eyes widen slightly as you surprise even yourself with your use of assertion, it's a foreign concept to your usual sweet nature, but you narrow them down back seriously. "If you continue to goof off instead of completing any of your assignments then I'm going to have no choice but to cancel our sessions and find another person to tutor for."

Wendy's taken aback slightly by your change in tone, her impassive expression slightly making you uneasy since you can't tell what she's thinking or how she'll take this, but she doesn't try to fight your words and just ends up sighing, resting her cheek into her palm as she looks off with disinterest. "K.."

Concealing your feelings with a smile, you nod as a wave of relief washes over you, inhaling a jagged deep breath after you had unknowingly held in your breath again and pointing to the first problem on the sheet.

"This is a pretty simple problem to start with. Do you think you can try this out for me?" you ask with a forced tone of enthusiasm just for Wendy to shrug nonchalantly. "I guess."

You hand Wendy one of your pencils and slide the sheet closer to her. "Remember, I'm here for a reason, so whatever step you may get stuck on just ask about it."

Wendy gives you a single nod without looking up at you and stares down at the worksheet, all the numbers and wacky symbols already giving her a headache. Math.. God, the one thing she was trying to avoid doing.

After a minute of Wendy just staring at the paper, not even attempting to jot anything down, you tilt your head. "Do you need any assistance?"

Wendy groans. "No.. No. I'm fine! Just.." She grits her teeth, airing in aggressive breaths as her grip on your pencil intensifies until she punctures the sharp tip of the pencil into the paper, the lead slightly crumbling underneath the force as a tiny hole is formed. Oh no, she's getting stressed.

"Wendy seriously, I—"

"—I got it. Okay?!" she snaps, smoke practically blazing out from her ears. You flinch back from the aggressive tone, just nodding and deciding to stay silent, not wanting to irritate her any more than she already is.

You watch closely as Wendy sketches random lines and numbers, erasing them all and rewriting different ones just to erase those ones as well. Her mind cascades into a whirlwind of panic as the pressure starts to weigh down further on her, beginning to hurriedly jot down random stuff in the hope it will form some sort of sense and refresh her memory.

Wendy doesn't know a single thing she's doing. She never pays attention in her classes, especially not math, so this girl can't even grasp an idea of how to start these stupid equations.

And now she's in front of you, looking like a dumbass as she struggles with a problem that's supposedly supposed to be one of the easiest.

Wendy knows most people look down upon or think lowly of her when it comes to her smartness and knowledge in the core subjects, and of course, she's been one to never give a fuck about their opinions because she can just fight anyone who dares to speak about it, but it's different now that she's stuck in front of you struggling on basic problems, feeling your piercing eyes never leave her.. It makes her feel smaller. Dumber.

Heat radiates off Wendy as her cheeks flush a bitter, crimson red, and her face contorts into a grimace as her mind turns foggy. She's absolutely reached her limit now. She throws your pencil across the room, you ducking sideways just in time, and she buries her face into her palms, groaning in almost a screech and roughly pulling down on the sensitive skin of her face.

"Wendy? What's wrong? What are you struggling with?" you quickly glance down at her paper, seeing all the eraser markings and random numbers.

"Fuc— Everything! I don't fucking know any of this x and y shit!" Wendy blurts out, panically running her fingers through her hair as her face hues a darker red from stress and embarrassment, maybe even shame. "I—I—"

"—Wendy, calm down. Look at me."

She hesitantly lifts her head until you two lock eyes. You bore your vision far into the depths of her dark eyes, frustration clearly displayed outside, but there's also a newfound look of vulnerability you notice as you search deeper—something you've never seen Wendy express.

"I feel so stupid, Y/N.. I-I just don't know what to do," Wendy admits sheepishly, her eyes wavering as she looks down with a burning shame.

"Wendy.. it's okay to not know everything. That's the reason why you were put in tutoring in the first place—so I can help you. (Well..)

There's no need to push yourself down." You reach out to lightly place your hand on her arm but quickly pull back once she stares at you again with her sharp gaze.

Man, now you're talking to Wendy like this? Never has she felt so little, showing this side of her vulnerability to someone, especially to you. But in a way, despite how bashful she may feel right now, there's still a comfort she feels in admitting her weakness to you.

"Come on, look at me," you encourage. She looks back at you and sighs.

"I'll promise to go easy on you and make sure you understand this well enough, you just have to stop avoiding it."

Wendy tenses down and nods. "Okay.."

You smile and pull out your folder again. You pull out a note packet and place it in front of her. "Okay, let's start with refreshing our memory with the basics."

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To both of your surprise, there was a upgrade in progress from Wendy after the next few tutoring sessions.

No, it wasn't and still isn't an easy flow teaching Wendy when you're basically starting from the bottom, but at least you could tell she was actually trying, putting in some kind of effort. Although she still managed to sneak in some distraction questions to steal some minutes of your time; there was just no way Wendy was going to make it through an entire hour doing nothing but work, especially in her most hated subject. Even if it's with you.

She also continued to give you small gifts of the things you liked at the beginning of your sessions and you would still humbly accept them.

"Is this right?.." Wendy asks as she nervously slides the worksheet toward you.

She bites her tongue in anticipation as she watches you inspect her work. You look back over to her with a soft smile and nod. "Mhm, you did this perfectly!"

Wendy's eyes immediately light up, biting her lip as she tries to suppress a smile.

You've also been very observant of Wendy recently. Very.

Her actions, and the way she reacts to certain things.. One thing specifically you've noticed was the way her eyes perk up anytime you're pleased with an equation she solves correctly. She genuinely gets so giddy and smiley, it's almost like she's happy to make to proud.

Or the look of contentment on her face whenever you'd flash her an assuring smile, letting her know that it was okay for her to make mistakes whenever she'd start to become hard on herself.

You've also noticed other things.. Like her piercing obsession.

Both of her ears are pricked with piercings from the bottom to the very top; it almost seems like there's a new one placed in every other session! She has a belly piercing that you've already noticed during earlier meet-ups, a nose piercing, a lip piercing, a tongue piercing?!

And sometimes when she.. free balls it, you catch yourself looking down at her chest and noticing piercings in a little certain area you're too ashamed to admit you enjoy staring at. But hey, you only stare back when they look at you first!

As more time went by, you started to realize that even on days when you two weren't having your sessions, all the images of Wendy's piercings stayed engraved in your mind.

You weren't shy to admit, they were sexy and you did believe they made Wendy more of an attractive person.

But maybe that wasn't the only thing that you felt made her attractive..

Maybe it was the flow of her husky voice every time she spoke, the plumpness of her dark red lips moving keeping you transfixed.

Or maybe it was all the silver rings adorned on her slim fingers clacking against one another.

Or the comforting vanilla musk that trailed her every which way she went, although you did think it didn't really match her vibe.. But maybe that was what you thought made you find it more attractive.

Maybe it was the curve of her slender nose or the contour of her defined cheekbones. Her perfectly smokey makeup or the thick bangs that just barely covered the edge of her eyes as she carefully gazed at you with that look she'd shoot you with each time she was focused on listening to you talk.. the way she'd slowly lick her lips and ever so lightly bite the bottom of her lip.. every 'mhm' she hummed and the gentle nod of comprehension that'd come right after when you would ask her if she understood what you said..

Maybe.

Maybe.. you not only thought these qualities made her an attractive person.. but that these were the specific things that made you attracted to her.

Maybe the flutter in your heart every time you would catch yourself around her all this time wasn't actually out of fear or of not trusting her, but because deep down you were falling for her and that you subconscious was just trying to dismiss those feelings..

And just maybe.. you need to stop thinking 'maybe' to all of these things when you know it's all true.

You can't even try to deny it.

There's no 'maybe' anymore.

You are crushing hard on Wendy.

And normally you would shame yourself for having these feelings, falling for someone like Wendy out of everyone, but there's something about this side of her she's been showing you for the past few weeks and her charms that doesn't make you feel any regrets for feeling this way and only drags you deeper into her love trance

You and Wendy are basically flirting with each other in your sessions now.

She tells you jokes to make you blush, you stare at her in ways that you know will get a bright flush out of her, you two give footsies under the desk, you two bring each other snacks, sharing them, you two just blush at each other when you're not even doing anything!

There really is no hiding it, at this point.

Anyone with vision can clearly see you two want each other.

And you weren't stupid, though maybe a little obvious at first, because as more sessions went on you quickly caught on and realized that all of Wendy's gestures since the very beginning were all planned out and were done with the intent to win you over. And it was working.

Wendy on the other hand still wasn't sure whether or not you were feeling her.

Obviously, she could see the difference in your comfort level with her from the beginning of your sessions to the present, but what if you were only seeing her as friend material at most?.. which of course isn't true because you know you like Wendy, but as long as you don't confess it to her then she won't ever be sure.

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"Okay, solve this last problem for me, and then we'll be done for today," you tell Wendy as you point to one of the unanswered problems sitting on the worksheet.

Wendy nods, beginning to write away, and after no more than two minutes she hands you back the sheet. "Is this right?"

You scan her work and with a simple smile you lift your gaze back to her, humming a gleeful "Yup!"

Wendy blushes and applauds mini claps as she grins widely. "Finally. We're done!" she celebrates, springing up from the seat and picking up her bag.

You follow along with her, gathering all your belongings and putting them up before you throw your bag over your shoulder and follow Wendy out of the classroom, promptly locking the door afterward.

"So, where are you headed to once you leave?" Wendy asks as the two of you strut down the empty halls side by side, barely an inch of distance between you two.

You roll your eyes slightly with a chuckle. "Why do you ask me this every day when you know what my answer's going to be; home."

"Oh yeah.." Wendy mumbles as you roll your eyes again playfully. "So, what are you gonna do when you get home?"

"Study," you tell her simply and she fake gags, muttering "nerd" which results in you playfully shoving her side as you two fall into a mirth of laughter.

As you two exit the building, you feel a sudden buzz come from your phone. You look down and immediately frown, seeing as your mom just now had given you a heads up that she wasn't available to pick you up from school today.

Wendy hears your groan and turns to you. "What?"

"My mom can't pick me up, now I have to order an Uber.." you mutter, crossing your arms.

"Orr.. you could just let me take you home," Wendy blurts in a suggestion, holding her hands up as she holds a shrugging stance. "Just saying."

You shoot her an unsure look, not because of the idea of her wanting to take you home, but because that would mean you would have to ride on her motorcycle. And for someone who's never stepped foot near a motorcycle having someone like Wendy be the first person to drive them on one is kind of a terrifying thought.

"I don't know.."

"Oh come on, it won't be that bad," Wendy assures rolling her eyes.

You narrow your eyes at her. "Sure.."

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You cling around Wendy for dear life as you scream the entire fifteen minutes on the ride to your house.

Wendy giggles and continuously jokes with you throughout the way, teasing you with scares by randomly swerving or stopping in the middle of the road to tick you off.

As soon as she pulls up to your house you let out a huge sigh of relief. With how she was driving, you thought you weren't going to make it out alive.

As she parks, you continue to keep your head leaned on her shoulder, your arms still wrapped around her waist, squeezing tightly onto her abs.

Starting to blush from your action, Wendy jerks her head, clearing her throat to catch your attention, and you quickly widen your eyes in realization, letting go of her now feeling embarrassed once you see how you remained around her.

You unbuckle and pull off your helmet, handing it back to Wendy and she lazily hangs it on the steering handle. She rotates her body to the side and turns only her head to you as she watches you pull off your backpack and reach inside for your glasses.

You place your glasses on, slipping back on your backpack before looking over to Wendy, immediately locking into her gaze. "I guess I'll go now.." you announce unenthusiastically, prepping yourself to sit up from the motorcycle, but yet you don't find yourself moving.

"Alright.." Wendy says lowly, continuing to stare at you as she waits for you to make your move, but you don't budge. Not even an inch.

You continue to sit, motionless, held in a standstill gazing at Wendy as she shoots you an equal gaze.

She bites the corner of her lips hungrily, you unknowingly wetting yours slightly. The buzzing tension between you two grows as you subtly inch closer to each other; the unknown force between you is practically impossible to resist and the way Wendy's staring at you is so much more different than usual.. The burning intent behind her eyes is unspoken, yet you can understand it so well. And Wendy can see all the desires floating in the pearls of your unwavering eyes, letting her know that you're feeling the same thing she is.

The both of you can already sense what's coming next.

The thumping in your heart beats quicker as you inch closer to the point where both of your legs are pressed against each other. You two continue and continue to hold your hungry gazes until you finally crash your lips together in a heated kiss full of need and longing.

Your hand explores the back of her head, her hand cupping your cheek tightly as the kiss gradually deepens. Her tongue slips past your teeth in search of yours, dancing all around in your mouth and you softly moan at the action.

You two are kissing like you've done this thousands of times with each other.

After a few seconds you two finally pull back breathlessly, your chests heaving up and down and faces red.

"Oh.. wow.." Wendy mumbles, biting her lip as she eyes your numb lips that are now stained with her cherry lipstick.

You feel your cheeks burning, not even knowing what to say, and dart your eyes between Wendy and your house. You stare at her, wrapping your arms around her waist as you pull yourself in impossibly closer against her.

"I want to do that again."

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"Anddd done. Is this good?" Wendy asks, looking down at you with a simpering smile and holding out the sheet with her completed equation.

You take a few seconds to inspect it before placing it on the desk and warmly smiling up at her, silently already letting her know what your answer is. "Yup, you got this correct too!"

Wendy grins, holding her arms tighter around your neck and adjusting herself more comfortably as she sits in your lap. "Woo! You know, that was the fifth one in a row I've gotten correct. Don't I get my reward now?" Her palm rests under your chin, the tips of her fingers gently tilting your head back so your eyes only meet with her gaze.

You hum with a nod and lean in, softly pressing your lips against Wendy's. Your hands continue to hold tightly onto her waist, your nails gently digging into her back while Wendy keeps your head firmly propped up in her hold.

What's supposed to be a quick, innocent kiss quickly escalates into something a little more. You part your lips slightly, allowing her greater access to mingle her warm tongue inside with yours. Her breathy moans against your lips buzz throughout your body and you can taste the metal of her piercing as her needy tongue swirls all around your mouth.

Wendy squeezes her thighs around you tighter, clutching onto your hair in her strong grip and you moan slightly, lifting your eyelids as she gently bites down on your bottom lip. "You've been doing such a good job today." The gentle praise vibrates against her lips, sending needy chills up her spine and eliciting a sheepish giggle to bubble out as her cheeks flush a rosy pink. You smile smugly at the way you can make her shy so easily and lick her bottom lip into another messy kiss.

Yeah, uhh.. so you two do that now.

Ever since that afternoon of you guys' first kiss, a new relationship has been blooming between the two of you.

You're not officially dating, but you know you two have made it way past the friend stage now, and by this point, you two do know you like each other.. so why aren't you together?

That's a very good question that neither of you can answer.

Aside from trying to figure out this complicated relationship, you two are incredibly flirty and touchy with each other now, clearly.

Of course, though, only during the tutor sessions; you two act like no more than strangers during the school day, but sometimes during the one class you two share, Wendy will discreetly slide you little trinkets or candies as she walks past your desk.

Also, to bring context about that abrupt make-out session.. a method that you two have thought up to help encourage Wendy, even more, to complete her assignments and get them done correctly is treating her with a kiss for each equation she solves correctly on the first try. And this strategy has worked like a charm.

Like, of course, Wendy will do everything to try her very hardest so that she'll be able to share a kiss with you and hear the sweet praises you love to sneak in between that you know drives her crazy. How could she pass that up?!

You two continue to messily moan into each other's mouths, your hands eagerly exploring all around each other's bodies and the kiss becoming sloppier and losing more meaning as you two melt further into each other.

Right as Wendy's hand slides down to your lower abdomen, daring to try taking this heated make-out session into the direction of something further, she's interrupted as two firm knocks are heard from outside the door.

Now, who would be trying to come in here at this time?

Wendy groans, lazily pressing a series of kisses against your lips until she finally pulls back. She looks down at you in a daze, a smile quickly lifting the corners of her lips as she notices her lipstick smudged all over and around your lips. She places her thumb over your soft cheek, swiping away some of the lipstick before she pushes herself off of you and heads towards the door.

Wendy opens the door, her expression flipping like a light switch as a mean mug already plays on her sharp features, but she softens up just slightly once she sees it's only Mrs. White outside. "Hello, girls!"

As Wendy says her greeting, the older woman notices both of your faces, seeing that deep red stained messily all around your mouths.

She furrows her eyebrows in question but quickly shakes it off knowing she'd rather mind her business and not know what you two had been doing prior.

"What brings you here?" you ask as you discreetly try to wipe your mouth, Wendy's lipstick staining brightly onto the back of your hand.

"I'm just here to check up on everyone's progress, to see how well we've all been doing." She walks towards the desk you're sitting at, tapping her pen against her clipboard and clicking her tongue as she turns to look at Wendy. "And I especially need to check up on this one."

Wendy rolls her eyes while you cover your mouth in a silent chuckle.

"Yeah yeah, whatever." Wendy lazily flops down back in her seat as Mrs. White leans against the teacher's desk.

"Wait, so what are we supposed to show you?" Wendy asks, folding her arms under her chest.

"Just try your best to solve some problems on your own. And you," Mrs. White looks over in your direction, "ask her some questions about what you two have been working on so far to see how well she can answer them."

You nod in response and grab your folder, pulling out a sheet of notes. You and Wendy shoot each other one last preparing look, letting out a sigh before you two begin.

Mrs. White is astonished once she sees Wendy actually answering your questions correctly and solving these equations all by herself without even asking or looking over to you for any assistance. Yes, she might've gotten some wrong, but looking at the fact a majority of the problems she solved were correct was just enough for Mrs. White to put a smile on her face.

"Wow, Wendy. I can't believe you've improved so much! I'm seriously so proud of you."

Well, Wendy definitely can't say she hears that "proud" word told to her often. Wendy rolls her eyes, playing a smug smile as she blushes. "Yeah, you should be proud of me!"

Mrs. White shakes her head with a sigh and turns her focus over to you. "And you, Y/N. You've done an excellent job at tutoring Wendy; I don't think I've ever seen growth this significant in such a short time. I'm proud of you both."

You smile coyly, sharing your words of gratitude before Wendy groans and starts to shoo her off. "Okay this is getting too sappy for me, you can get out now."

Mrs. White holds up a pointing finger at Wendy, pursing her lips as she fights to stay professional with her words before she shakes her head, fanning off Wendy, and waves her last goodbye at you as she exits the room.

Once the door closes, Wendy looks over to you, grinning wildly seeing how your arms are already spread out for her.

She steps around the desk, straddling back into your lap and places her hands on your cheeks.

"Now, where did we leave off?"

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As more weeks go by, Wendy only progresses more and more.

If someone had seen her after not knowing who she was a few months ago, they would've never guessed this math genius was the same person.

She's improved so well to the point that it seems like she didn't even need the last few tutoring sessions she had just because she was that good! The grade in her algebra class has skyrocketed to percentages that no one would've believed she could ever achieve, and not only that, but you've also motivated her to take her other classes seriously too!

Of course, they haven't succeeded in advancing as well as her math grade, but at least she was finally turning in her work on time for once in all these years.

Also, Wendy's been so distracted in wanting to impress you, to please you, and to make you happy that she hasn't stumbled herself into any trouble or drama! No fights, no skipping, no detentions, no suspensions. None.

Wendy never expected to go this far with math, let alone any other subjects! It's so crazy for Wendy to think all she needed to take school seriously and become a (sort of) changed woman was to drag a hot, nerdy girl into her life.

The two of you sit on the bench outside the front of the school after you guys finally finish your last tutoring session of the year.

Your head comfortably lays on Wendy's shoulder as you two stare off into the orangey-pink hues of the nearing sunset. As she gently rubs on your thigh continuing to stare off into the sunset, she can't help but want to express the thought that's been lingering in the back of her mind for a while now. She turns over to you, barely parting her lips.

"Are we dating?"

Your ears perk up at the sudden question, turning only your head to her. "Are we?"

You two, after all these weeks and months, still haven't confirmed anything between each other. Why??

Why do you two have to be so complicated??

"I mean, we touch each other like we're a couple, we gaze at each other like we're a couple, and we definitely kiss like we're a couple.."

You turn the rest of your body to her and smirk, placing your hand on her waist and scooting in closer to her. "Well, then I guess you've found your answer."

Wendy blushes and looks down before she meets back with your gaze. "Well, can we go ahead and, you know, confirm it with each other—make it official? Our whole dynamic is going to confuse me even more if we don't put any official label on each other soon."

You giggle coyly and tilt your head. "Alright then. Will you be my gir—"

Before you can finish the sentence, you feel a finger forced onto your lips. You furrow your brows while Wendy shakes her head.

"No, I want to be the one to ask you it!"

You pull her finger down and shake your head slowly as you try to hide a laugh. "Alright then."

Wendy holds onto your hands, interlocking your fingers and squeezing you tightly.

"Y/N.." Wendy starts with a shaky breath, the intense blush on her cheeks taking over as she struggles to not stray her eyes away from you out of shyness. Wendy.. being shy. Once again, only you can do this to her, make her feel like this. "Will you.. be my girlfriend?"

You squeeze her hands tighter, your knuckles turning whiter and flashing her a bright smile. "As long as you'll be mine."

And with that left off as the final words, you two lean in, sealing your relationship with a gentle but strong and promising kiss.

i REALLY hope you guys enjoyed this..

— Seulgiwifee ໒꒰ྀི♡˵ᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈ ꒱ྀི১

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The thing was Percy didn't like being a bad kid. Every time he got kicked out of a school or wound up in the counselor's office over some incident he wasn't completely blameless for, his mom's brows would pinch. The line on her lip dipped. He knew what she was thinking each time: lost wages, job risk, who was going to watch him if he got suspended, where would she send him if he got kicked out, and so on.

He hated that he did that to her. Being a bad kid meant being a bad son. He refused to be a bad son - not on purpose anyway.

Well, he used to. She wasn't here anymore. Her brows weren't going to furrow. Her lips wouldn't thin. Her shoulders wouldn't draw up and tense before the principal even opened their mouth. It was over.

He didn't have anyone anymore. Nobody at cabin eleven would look at him. Other cabins steered around him like he was carrying the plague. Grover was off doing whatever satyrs did - probably getting ready to infiltrate some new school, befriend some new kid, save their lives. He didn't need Percy. It’d only been a few days but they'd barely interacted. Older satyrs would yank him along into the wood before Percy could get close or even open his mouth. Even Annabeth just eyed Percy with scrutinizing eyes - like she was assessing him for something. But every time he tried to approach her outside of their lessons, she brushed him off.

No one wanted Percy around.

What was the point of being a good kid anymore? There wasn't anything or anyone forcing him to keep his head above water. He was tired of the murmurs. He was tired of the avoidance. Tired of the glares from the Ares cabin. Tired of trying to keep the quake in his stomach tamped down.

He was just tired.

He thumbed along the flat edge of his sword. His new best friend was the pervasive feeling of loneliness. With a miserable sigh, he tucked the sword into the holster on his hip. People barely wanted to spar with him now so he was stuck to sweating it out on the dummies by himself. At least only when Luke wasn't pushing him as hard as possible.

But even with Luke there seemed to be pause. The first time Percy felt his gut yank after being claimed had been in training with Luke, and as soon as the feeling caught him, Luke begged off. Like he'd seen something in Percy that unnerved him. Sometimes when Percy looked in the mirror, he saw something in his eyes that unnerved him. A foreign thing - like a contact lens put in the wrong way.

No amount of poking or prodding at his eyes was going to get it out though. It was inside him - in his blood. He was sure of it.

He was starting to worry that it was the very thing he'd been keeping back, the very thing his mom was trying to keep him safe from.

The clang of metal against metal was loud as he walked past other trainees. There were a couple people leaning against the wall near the water fountain. As expected, they shifted away as he neared. Mistrust was bright in their eyes.

He did his best to ignore it. Not the first time people had stared at him like they thought he was dangerous. Or beneath them.

The water sprayed for a moment before he lowered his head. It was clarifying. He'd noticed it before, a burst of energy with every sip whenever he was tired, but ever since being claimed, he'd noticed the alertness more and more.

As he let go of the button, he caught the tail end of the muttering nearby. His stomach dropped.

“... should've ditched him sooner,” one boy grumbled. His friend snorted. “Maybe then she wouldn't have died.”

“What did you say?” The two startled. Percy understood why. He barely recognized his own voice, the eerie coldness to it frosty on his own tongue. Still, he repeated as he twisted on his heels to face them. “What. Did you just say?”

Panic besot them. For a second, the barest of a second, he could feel it kick in - be a good boy for me, Percy, be a good kid for Mom.

But she wasn't here.

She wasn't here.

So what was the point?

He took a step forward. “What,” he snarled, saliva coating his tongue like froth, “did you say?”

The others shifted away but he just crept forward. “Nothing, man,” one of them finally bit out, but they were lying. He could see it in their eyes, hear in their voice, feel it in their veins.

“You're lying,” he said. A bitten off laugh echoed from his lips. “You were talking about my mom.” Another choked laugh. “You think it's my fault?”

One of them raised his hands - a mock surrender. “Hey, dude-”

“You think I wanted her to die?” A sharp sensation coiled through Percy's chest. It thrummed hot and heavy, piling, piling, piling on his lungs. “You think I asked for ANY OF THIS?”

Someone's hand came to rest on his shoulder and it was like the crashing of the waves against his bare feet. Cold, clarifying, clear.

Freeing.

His fist drove straight into the jaw of whoever was behind him. He could barely tell who he was seeing - it might've been Luke, or any other tall blonde guy. But as soon as whoever it was stumbled back, he whirled around and punched whichever kid was closest in the stomach. They went down and he clambered on top to wail. Fist and fist upon whatever body part he could reach. He wasn't the most elegant hand-to-hand fighter but there was something to be said for the voracious and vicious energy boiling through him.

Distantly he was aware of yelling around him, aware of people pulling at him, aware of the person beneath him crying, arms over their face, arms Percy was tired of hitting. He needed to get their face, get their tongue, rip his mom from their mouth. How dare they speak about her.

How dare anyone talk about her.

A dozen hands finally yanked him back. He screamed. Bodies toppled. He grabbed the closest one by their hair, driving his knee upwards over and over again until hands ripped him away again. Swung blindly and caught someone. The two of them fell. His stomach pulled back. They choked. They weakened. He swung himself over until he was on top.

I want you all to drown, he thought, grabbing at their jaw. Don't ever speak of her again.

Saliva smeared across his fingers. His stomach pulled back even more. What was that - blood, water? On his hands, on his knees, on their skin, on their faces, in their veins.

His free hand drew out. He wanted it. It was his. Didn't they get that? She was his, and she was gone, so he would take and take all else that belonged to him until the hole in his chest was gone. Until the water they had coursing inside them filled him up.

“Percy,” someone whispered.

Their voice was familiar, breath hot against Percy's ear. He twitched. The feeling of nearby water, nearby fluid, was clenched tight in his fist. He just had to pull back. Yank it. Make it his.

The voice turned pleading. “Percy.”

He froze as two hot hands came to clasp his cheeks, dark brown eyes and curly hair blurring into view. Grover's face.

“Grover,” he breathed. For the first time since he'd ended up at camp, he relaxed.

Grover's thumbs stroked his skin. “Yeah, it's me.” He leaned in closer. “Percy, you need to stop.”

“Stop?”

“You're hurting people," he said. “You have to stop.”

Why? Percy thought. He didn't care. He didn't care if they hurt, didn't care if they drowned where they laid choking, didn't care if they suffered. It didn't mean anything to him. They didn't mean anything to him.

But this was Grover.

And with his mom gone, Grover meant the world.

“You want me to stop?”

“Yes,” Grover said. His breath was warm, his skin hot, his body close. Distantly Percy remembered nights at school like this - Grover tucked up next to him, trying his best to help Percy study when most people would've bailed. “I want you to stop.”

His lips were wobbling. His eyes were thick with wetness. His voice was unsteady - trying to be calm and rapidly failing. Even his hands shook.

Percy grabbed at his wrists. “Okay,” he whispered as he clung. His stomach relaxed slowly, the crash turning into a tickle. “I'm good, I'm good.”

Shakily, Grover exhaled, pressed his forehead to Percy's, and murmured, “I know, I know.”

His hands pulled away from Percy's face, but not away from him, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him in for a tight hug. Percy's breathing wobbled as he tucked his face into the crook of Grover's neck. He clung tight and desperate. Pleading.

No, he couldn't be a good son anymore. He didn't have to bother keeping in check to avoid the thin line of his mom's lips. But he could be a good friend. To keep the tears out of Grover's eyes, the tremble from his skin.

“I can be good,” he promised quietly, for Grover's ears only. “I promise I can be good.”

“I know,” Grover said. His cheek pressed against Percy's. “I believe you.”

The fountain nearby trickled quietly. The steady flow soothed the unease between Percy's shoulders. Still, he squeezed the pillow in his grip tighter to his chest as he watched Grover flit around the bunk closest to him. He snapped the final end of the sheet around the mattress. Hooves clopped quietly against the tile as he stepped back. His gaze flickered between Percy's bed and his own.

Then he grunted and began pushing it closer.

Percy hopped up. The discarded pillow slipped from his fingers and onto the floor. He nearly tripped over it trying to get to Grover's side. They pushed the other bunk over until it was pressed into Percy's.

While Grover unfurled his blanket, Percy stepped back. Awkwardness choked him. He didn't know what to do, what to say. So he picked the pillow off from the floor and pressed it into his chest. Grover didn't spare him many glances as he worked to make up the bed. Leaning across his bunk, he yanked Percy's blanket from between the seam where the two bed frames connected and began tying the edges of both blankets together. It was shoddy work, no way it wasn't coming apart just from them lying on the sheets, much less sleeping.

But Grover did it anyway.

As he shifted back, hooves scraping the floor, Percy held out the pillow. Grover dusted off the top then laid it against the headboard. With both hands on his hips, he admired his work. Percy stared at it too. It was nice. Joined bed. Grover within direct reach.

His palms itched.

“Are you scared of me?”

Grover twisted around. His brows furrowed, but the edges of his lips were quirked upwards. It was reminiscent of school - Percy stumbling over something he read and Grover, lost but amused, over why Percy thought it was a man-of-war that Theseus fought.

He was partially grateful Grover cut him off before he could finish what he actually thought the sentence was trying to say. It certainly wasn't fight.

“I mean,” Grover started and Percy's stomach drew back. Behind him the trickle of the fountain silenced. Like the water was holding its breath too. “I'm scared for other people, but I'm not scared of you.” He punched Percy's arm with a quiet smile. “I know you're not going to hurt me, Percy. That's why I stopped you.”

The fountain began to trickle again. “And that-” He faltered. The ghost Grover's touched goosed up his bicep and across his shoulder. “-that doesn't worry you?”

That you might have to stop me again went unspoken but Grover was always good at understanding Percy's unspoken words, at knowing his unspoken feelings - even the ones Percy wasn't even aware he felt.

He sighed. “It worries me. But not because it's you.” He shook his head. “And definitely not because I'm scared of you hurting me.”

His eyes scanted away, brows furrowing deeper. Then he relaxed into the bed. After teetering on his heels for a couple seconds, Percy joined him. He gripped the edge of his shorts so tight his palms burned. Grover reached over to stroke along the back of his hand.

He exhaled slowly and let go.

“You remember Pan?” Grover asked.

Percy paused. “The satyr god, right?”

“Yeah.” Grover pulled away to tug at his fingers. “He's been missing for a while. Ever since the industrial age took off. And no one knows where he is. It's the dream of every satyr to find him, so that nature can return to the way it was.”

“That your dream?”

He nodded solemnly. “You have to be a Protector first, before you can get your Searcher’s license. But I'm not like the others.” His gaze fell down. His hands sat in his lap, cupped around nothing but air. “I don't want him just so we can bring nature back to its peak.” He sighed. “We were a lot different when Pan was still around. More free. More wild. I want satyrs and nymphs - all of us to be us again!”

Percy leaned into him. “What's stopping you?”

Grover snorted. “People forgot. We were more than just Pan's disciples. We fought to protect the wild from mankind. We didn't just sit around waiting for him to tell us what to do. But nobody wants to do anything.” He scowled. “They think when Pan returns he'll fix it all and I-” He bit his lip, then shook his head. “The world has changed. And gods don't get involved like that. Not to the extent they want him to. It's not in their nature. But if he comes back then maybe…”

He faced Percy. His eyes were watery, darkening the already dark brown of his eyes into shots of black. The welled tears glistened ever so slightly. Like the night sky, free of pollution.

His lips wobbled into a gentle smile. “But that's why I'm not afraid. You’re like nature at its purest form - chaotic, wild, unburdened.”

Normally those words wouldn't hit Percy as compliments. Insults, degradation - things that would deflate him and make his mom frown. But Grover sounded so earnest, his heart swelled.

“You can't tell, but I can feel it.” He swung his arm over Percy's shoulders and tugged him in close. “Your demigod essence, this sense of the wild that I've been searching for my whole life.” He gestured loosely. “Even the Demeter kids don't have that. Their mom is all agriculture and farming and that's great and all, but it's not pure nature, it's not the wild.” He squeezed Percy's shoulder as best he could with one hand. “You remind me of home, Percy.”

The frog Percy hadn't noticed in his throat jumped out with a burst sob-laugh. He tried to tile away, but Grover just tugged him close, bringing around his other arm to keep Percy pinned. Nonetheless his hold was fairly loose, like Percy was a stray cat he didn't want scratching him if he felt like running.

Or like he knew that Percy was the ocean through and through, unwilling to be contained, wanting to flow wherever he saw fit.

Percy practically crawled into his lap, sniffling into Grover's shoulder. Warm hands stroked up and down his back. He laughed quietly - a half-distressed noise marrying the sound, but managed a breathy wheeze of, “You remind me of home too.”

Grover kissed the top of his head. For the first time since arriving, he shattered. All his twisted up emotions committed out in a tidal wave of tears and broken gasps. All the while Grover held him. As tight as Percy clung to him, he didn't complain. Just held on even tighter. Wetness from Grover's own tears smeared across Percy's skin.

Ever the empathetic. Like his mom.

Percy squeezed his eyes shut. “Please don't leave without saying goodbye,” he begged in a hollow, hoarse whisper.

“I won't,” Grover promised.

They held onto each other even as tears and cries faded away. Grover kept stroking his back with both hands. Percy continued to cling.

Shoulders shaking, Percy wound the fabric of Grover's shirt over his fingers. After a few minutes of toiling silence, he whispered. “I think I'm changing.” He pressed his forehead to Grover's collarbone. “I'm scared.” He pulled back and stared into Grover's eyes. “What do I do?”

“Be my best friend,” Grover said, like it was the simplest answer in the world. And as soon as the words fell off his tongue, it did. How silly was Percy not to think of it before? “My best friend is a good person, the best kind of wild.”

“I can do that,” Percy promised. “I swear, I can do that.”

“I know,” Grover said, squeezing Percy's cheek. His thumb swiped away at a still wet tear under Percy's eye. The stroke was soft, gentle. Kind. “I believe you.”

#percy jackson #grover underwood #i dont remember percy really having time to mourn his mom in tlt so i figured id give him a moment with grover #happy talks pjo #my writing #my fanfic #pjo fanfic #anyway grover is sleeping witj percy in his cabin to quote unquote keep an eye on him bu really they're just gonna play games #because percy is calm when grover's around #and i haven't read tlt in a while but i dont remember grover doing much with percy post arrival #so im headcanoning that its an unspoken unofficial rule that protectors arent supposed to interact yoo much with their former protectees #in order to allow for a better transition into demigod living and also so the protector in question can go out and find other demigods #🤷‍♂️ whatever whatever but grover 1) knows that percy is possessive and insane and 2) is also Percy's bestie so hes been TRYING #and Percy's attempted murder(s) came in handy for them to chill out with each other

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argisthebulwark · 10 months

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Opposites Attract Trope

summary: Short drabbles about the opposite type partners I think silly Skyrim men would have. gn, no pronouns or y/n used. feat: Balimund, Cicero, Miraak, Brynjolf, Farkas warnings: none

For someone living such a steady lifestyle, Balimund is surprised by how much he likes the Dragonborn. They're always on the move, changing plans and trekking across the continent at a moment's notice. He enjoys hearing all their stories when they find time for a dinner with him. There's often gaps between visits but they ensure one night in Riften before moving on again. They appreciate the comfort and stability he provides and their sporadic appearances add some excitement to his life.

After meeting the Listener many thought they'd detest Cicero - they're silent, quite stoic. Rarely interact with others. They absorb conversations but don't often speak. It's quite subtle but others start to notice clues; Cicero making jokes and the Listener cracks a smile. He's allowed to place a hand on their shoulder without a threat. It's shocking. When he calls them his 'dearest, beloved Listener' or refers to himself as the 'lovesick fool' all other assassins realize there is much more between the Keeper and his Listener.

The Last Dragonborn is intelligent, curious, and don't seem to care for power. Even the Thu'um means little to them. Miraak is fascinated by their lack of ego - do they not realize the potential they hold? He finds himself watching them more, taking interest in the most minute details of their daily life. It's purely for research purposes, of course. It has absolutely nothing to do with the way they laugh at his attempts to intimidate them or the rush he feels on the rare occasion they enter Apocrypha.

Brynjolf can't seem to stop himself from flirting with the cute guard stationed near the cemetery. They act annoyed by his honeyed words but he begins to notice the near constant flush in their face in his presence and the unconscious way they gravitate toward each other. He jokes about getting caught just to be under their care for his entire sentence. They warn that they aren't sure they'd let him go. It's playful banter but there's certainly something more beneath the surface. The quick meetings in secret rapidly become a highlight in lives controlled by their respective Guilds.

When Vilkas notified him of a historian visiting Jorrvaskr Farkas hardly gave it a second thought. Vilkas is the history buff, he'll handle all their questions without needing to bother him. He forgot most of the history Kodlak taught him before he could carry a greatsword. But when they ask to meet with him specifically, Farkas finds himself a bit flustered. They're cute and want to listen to everything he has to say. They never judge him when he mixes up names or admits to not remembering it clearly. He'll spill whatever story they want to hear. He cozies up to them in the evenings, introducing them to the other Companions and threatening anyone who looks at them wrong.

#skyrim #writing #x reader #x reader fanfic #Balimund #Cicero #Miraak #Brynjolf #Farkas #skyrim fanfic

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xenomorphicdna · 8 months

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I know the fandom tends to see Five Pebbles as a sad, self-hating, angsty bug boy but, I struggle to agree with the fandom depiction.

I think a lot of characters in Rain World care a lot about each other, I think they care too much. That's why it's such a tragedy.

Pebbles falls to that too. I think he cares, a lot, it's tough to see but it's there.

Take a look at the bug maze convo - "FP: So why do we continue? We assemble work groups, we ponder, we iterate and try. Some of us die. It's not fair." He clearly realises that there's problems, he realises they're working on something that ultimately does not matter, and they're all stuck doing that. "It's not fair" Its not and he wants to do something about it, he ain't just gonna stand around and keep working on this pointless problem. They don't deserve to be stuck working like this forever.

Problem is, just like Suns, everyone is still working on the problem, and for what purpose? Look at Sky Islands pearl 3 read by Pebbles - "Should we reject a way out of this maze, on the mere principle that escape itself is forbidden?" They are all stuck and no one is doing anything. Gold pearl read by Pebbles - "I need to fix this, and try again. If I can just reproduce Sliver of Straw's results, they will understand." And that's why he's so adamant on solving the problem, if they can all understand that "hey the solution is right here, we can stop now, we can do whatever we want" then they'd all be free. I think he sees how unfair all this is, and how everyone has given up to simply just working on the problem because what else are they supposed to do. He sees all that and wants to help, if he can find the solution then he'd help everyone, and he does these dumb risky things because if he succeeds then it'll all be worth it.

He loves his sister and he loves his friends, and he cares about all the other iterators and even the scugs that pass through. And its all such a tragedy because despite all this love and care we still watch everything fall apart and crumble. It was never fair for any of them.

#theres so much love packed in this game and it hurts so much #Pebbles cares too much about everyones freedom #Suns cares too much about Pebbles #And Moon cares too much about Pebbles #and well NSH doesnt actually get hurt at all but he too cares a lot #and if were going with this then i bet Innocence cares too #i dont think she did anything out of malice but was more like well damn if pebbles isnt going to talk and seek help then ill do that for him #i think that at the end of the day pebbles was just trying to help #this is a long rant and i have a headache :P #rain world #iterator #five pebbles #rw talk

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shera-dnd · 10 months

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Well with the final Suletta sunday I guess it's a good time to do one last bit of thematic analysis and symbolism

There were no actual tomatoes this episode, so I think it's time we address the core theme those tomatoes played into

Choosing Love

Because in the end that's what saves everyone. It's why even our hated villains get to live.

Because when everything went to shit and they could have all chosen anger or despair, they all chose love

Prospera and Suletta, Ericht and Suletta, Lauda and Guel

They chose to love and live and be together as family

Because love here isn't just the romantic love Suletta and Miorine have for each other, but familial love, and the love between friends too

That love comes together as all the gundams join Callibarn at the end (plus Elan's love for Suletta) and release it all in one crowning moment

A gigantic blast of gay rainbows. A love so strong it overrides that super weapon and shuts it down

Lets not fucking forget the ghosts stored in the data storm. All of those who died to the gundam curse returning one last time, as their memories are allowed to live on

All those who our protagonists lost, but that are still with them. The memories of them helping them fight on

It's those memories that let Suletta surpass Permet Score 8

But like Sophie said, Gundams are weapons of war. They're meant only for killing.

And once again they choose love. They decide that if Gundams can only exist to harm, then Gundams shouldn't exist at all. The Mobile Suits, Quiet Zero, every weapon disintegrates, leaving behind the thing they truly wanted Gund Arm tech to be

Medical technology. Something that exists with the sole purpose of helping people.

Love may be stored in the gundam, but with them gone that love is allowed to be free again

Of course the mobile suits disintegrating is also meant to parallel the benerit group falling apart, because guess what Suletta isn't the only one going for that thematic consistency

HER WIFE IS DOING IT TOO

Miorine could spend years using her financial power to fight the other companies or made a big show of making donations to Earth, or "helped" in a myriad other ways that still kept her in power as the head of a mega corporation

But what did the bitch do? She dismantled the company and sent all the assets to earth, so they'd be able to rebuild and flourish without becoming dependent on her company's good will

Because guess what choosing love is choosing vulnerability. Choosing love doesn't mean shit if you're still holding power over others around you. They chose love and that means choosing to let go of that power

No money, no death robots, they don't need the power, they don't need control, they just need to help others in whatever way they can

Considering that clinging to control and power has been a very common recurring trait among our villains, this was genuinely the best way this could have gone

And so they all get to live, in a world they built together, a more peaceful world. Because they made their choice

WAIT HOLD ON THIS MIRRORS HOW THE HOLDER THING WAS TAKING AWAY CHOICE FROM MIORINE AND NOW-

Okay I'll stop. I could write a god damn thesis about this show, but I think this about covers things

Love me a show about being hopeful and full of love and joy in a world that expects only bitterness and spite

#g witch #gundam witch from mercury #witch from mercury #miorine rembran #suletta mercury #mioletta #sulemio #this was horrendously long #love is stored in the gundam #media analysis

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befuddled-calico-whump · 3 months

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Total $hit$how: Roses for the Knuckles

in which Hunter doesn't always listen

cw: referenced violence, adult language, implied abuse

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“You'll each get one hour. Nowhere near enough time for anything real, but it should serve its purpose.”

Everyone was in the room with the mats, where they should've been running through their morning training. Obstacle courses or fighting or some shit, but instead of doing what they were supposed to, Sahota was following muscle girl's dumb idea.

Hunter knew what its 'purpose' was. Proving them all wrong, demonstrating that he was better than them for the hundredth time. Why was he even gonna bother? Why not just tell them no and be done with it? Why not just do what Vic wanted?

He didn't know what the big deal was anyway. Muscle girl had been in the army or some shit, so hadn't she already killed people? And fucking Manak didn't seem like he gave a shit about anyone else, so why did he care? Hunter didn't care. It wasn't like he knew Finley anyway, and he could just forget about the whole matter after she was dead and they had what they wanted.

If he would’ve told Vic about this last night during their training session, maybe he could’ve put a stop to this bullshit, but the ancient law of snitches get stitches kept his mouth shut. It wasn’t that big a deal anyway. Just a waste of time.

Hunter slouched as Sahota droned on and on about the rules, body and face rigid as he addressed the group. Like a fucking statue.

“I want each of you to come up with some arbitrary information that you want from me, and then I want you to try to extract it. You are permitted to do anything, so long as I can recover from it by tomorrow.”

Whatever that meant. It had been two days since he'd got his face beat in, and he already seemed just fine.

Muscle girl raised her hand. “What's the point?”

“I’ve been in the business for a while,” Sahota replied. “I know a good technique when I see one. If you manage to impress me, you win. I'll let you do it your way.” He thumbed at the scabbed-over cut running through his lip. “But don’t count on it.”

Some of the rest threw in their own questions, but Hunter tuned them out, pinching the skin of a knuckle between two fingernails until flowers started blooming there. No one would want to hear his side of the argument, his ‘we should listen to Vic, not Sahota’. If they didn't hate him already, he'd bet they definitely hated him after the video, after he was the only one who didn't want to go save their asshole trainer. But he'd been right, Vic had been right. Sahota got back just fine, not the slightest shift in his stupid slate-gray color unless you counted the bruises on his face.

He was right, but it seemed like no one wanted to look at him anymore. Not that they had in the first place, but it seemed more on-purpose now. Manak had been just as icy as ever when they'd worked together on the list, a task mostly completed in bitter silence. Hunter hadn't helped much, just kinda leaned back in his chair and looked for new patterns, distracting himself from the red ribbon of irritation that started coiling around the other man as soon as Sahota told them to work together.

And whatever, he didn't care. He didn't need Manak to like him, or Sahota, or muscle girl, or even… even the big guy. No, he didn't need them, not when he had Vic on his side, not when Vic wanted him to stay.

“Cavan, why don't you start us off?” Sahota said, and muscle girl straightened, her neutral blue brightening.

Cavan. Cavan, Cavan, Cavan, he’d try to remember it, but sometimes names were hard.

“I want the rest of you training. Spar for the first hour, then branch off into individual skills.” He gave Cavan a curt nod, and she followed him out, leaving a fading trail of blue behind. Hunter couldn’t tell if she was excited or nervous, and didn’t really care.

Beside him, the big guy let out a heavy sigh. “So… sparring?”

“Dibs on Jericho,” makeup guy said quickly, sidestepping towards the big guy and slipping an arm through the crook of his elbow.

Jericho, Jericho.

That left him with Manak. Whatever. Smug little richboy wasn’t that great with his fists, and Hunter wouldn’t mind breaking his stupid snobby nose. The big guy—Jericho—seemed to catch a whiff of Hunter’s plan though, a brighter flash that was probably alarm arcing through his purple.

“Actually, I think I’ll fight Harbor,” he said, shaking himself free of makeup guy, who put on a pouty expression. Hunter scowled up at him, squaring his shoulders.

“Yeah? What if I don’t wanna fight you?” he challenged, scanning the big guy’s—Jericho, it’s Jericho, fucking dumbass—silhouette for a shift in his color. The purple didn’t change.

“Do you not want to?” A little smile crossed his face. “You’re pretty good. I just want to see what you’ve got.”

Hunter scrunched his nose. He was good, but he knew what was really happening. Just the b–Jericho trying to save Manak’s ass. Whatever. Whatever, a fight was a fight. Training was training and he didn't need to be liked. He didn't need to be chosen for him, not by them.

“Fine.” He lifted his fists. Roses for the knuckles. “Fight me.”

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The first hour went fast. Sparring always went fast, at least for Hunter. Maybe ‘cause it was something he was actually good at. Muscle girl (Cavan) came strolling back in near the end of the matches, and makeup guy (Benny?) took her place. From the dull in her blue, Hunter guessed she hadn't been successful. He coulda told her that.

Jericho spent the next hour looking over the folder with her and Manak, so Hunter spent his time wandering and practicing with patterns.

Find a pen, find a tool, find one of those screws that has an X on top, until makeup guy came back and Manak replaced him and his head was pounding.

He ignored the oncoming migraine.

I want you to come back after.

The next hour passed, the headache dug blunt teeth into his skull, and then it was Hunter's turn.

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Sahota was sitting comfy when he entered, bound in place by ropes that wound around his wrists and the arms of the chair he was planted in. No sign of any blooming colors in his slate-gray, no hint of an expression on his bruise-mottled face.

Like an oil slick, he thought. Guess it's your turn to wear it.

The three who'd gone before him hadn't done shit by the looks of it. If anything, Sahota looked bored. Hunter could change that.

“So what,” he said, lingering in the doorway with his hands stuffed into his jacket pockets. “Do I just start?”

“What information are you pretending to be after?” Sahota asked, hardly shifting in his seat. Hunter wished he'd slouch, or sneeze, or yawn, or do something a normal human would do.

“I dunno,” he said, eyes darting away from the stiff slate shape of him, looking for anything shinier. “Your birthday or whatever.”

“Creative bunch.”

Hunter scowled, pulling his hands from his pockets and pinching a fresh cut that cracked through the back of his hand like a line in a broken plate. A little shower of rose petals started pouring from it in reply. “Can I hit you?”

“Do it.” Sahota rolled his neck, shrugging his shoulders like he was prepping himself for the first blow. “Is that your plan for Finley?”

“I don't have a plan for Finley,” Hunter said. “I didn’t ask to do this. You can just kill her for all I care.” That's what Vic had said to do. Why was Sahota of all people trying something different? He was in the spy shit too, shouldn’t he know better? Didn't he want to follow Vic?

The trainer’s gray sat plain and stony as Hunter talked, not the slightest flash of surprise, or approval, or even just being pissed off that he didn’t want to play along popping up.

“Are you going to participate?” he asked in a flat voice. “Or should I have you send for Davis?”

He'd like that, wouldn't he? Hunter leaving, giving up, going away. What would he think, if he knew that Vic wanted him here, if he knew that maybe, maybe Vic liked him better?

“I’ll play the stupid game,” Hunter said, rubbing his knuckles. “Just wanted you to know that it’s stupid.” A pattern had begun to swirl around them, starting out small and starry and distorting into silvery splatters. They might’ve been a warning, but Hunter didn’t know for what. That Sahota would get pissed and try to beat him up? That he’d try and kick him off the team? Fat chance, not when Vic was here to say otherwise.

“What’s your birthday?” he muttered. Sahota replied with a silent stare, his stupid gray color unchanging, his stupid expression stony and blank. Fuckin' statue.

Hunter hit him. Not hard, or anything. A little backhanded stroke across the face that didn't draw the slightest ripple through Sahota's gray. The back of his hand stung with the blow. Roses.

Sahota planted the even stare on him again, like he was challenging him, saying, ‘is that all you got?’

Hunter’s upper lip pulled back into a snarl. “When’s your birthday?” he said again, practically spitting the words out. The splattering silver whirled around him like a tornado. He tried not to look at it. He didn’t need his headache getting any worse.

Sahota still didn’t answer, so Hunter popped him across the other cheek.

“Do you really think this will get you anywhere?”

“You think I’d fucking know that?” Hunter snapped. “I’m not a psycho like you. I never tortured anyone.”

That seemed to have an effect, the gray getting a few shades darker in the middle of Sahota’s chest. Hunter’s mouth tipped up in a grin.

“S’wrong?” he said, circling the chair in an unhurried stride. “Don't like being called out on it?”

But just as fast, the gray was gone, and Sahota was quiet again. Of fucking course.

“When's your birthday?” Hunter said, this time leaning over the trainer's shoulder to hiss it into his ear.

“You’re sloppy,” Sahota replied, not seeming to care when Hunter popped him in the jaw. Barely even a grimace.

Sloppy. Just like he'd said when they fought the first time. Well who was the one getting hit? Sahota was sloppy, for letting the rest of the team have their way when an easier solution was right in front of them.

“When's your birthday?”

“Is that all you have to say? Does your entire plan revolve around asking the same question on repeat?”

“I told you, I don't have a fucking plan,” Hunter snapped, hitting him a little harder than he'd meant to. Closed fist tangling with the bruises on his cheek, reopening the cut that cracked his knuckles, rose petals.

That got a little gasp from Sahota. A blinking wince that made Hunter hesitate, his fist dropping to swing at his side.

I'm sorry. He wasn't. Sahota asked to do this, Sahota said he could hit him. He could take punches, they could both take punches, it was no big deal.

“I want to listen to Vic,” he said in a small voice. “I want to just… just kill her. If that's the easy way.”

Sahota's eyes narrowed. “You've never killed anyone.”

“Don't pretend you know me,” Hunter said, his voice rising again. “You don't know shit.”

He had, probably. He'd never actually watched them die, but he'd been in enough gunfights and brawls and shit that he'd probably killed someone. “I don't care, anyway,” he said, taking a half step backwards. The silver-spatter pattern swirled faster now, dizzy and bright. “Vic knows best, so if he says that's what we should do…”

“Vic doesn't always know best,” Sahota said. “Not for you.”

There it was. Hunter scowled, scanning the trainer's shape, seeing no sign of the jealous black cracks that had come crawling out of his throat before. Not like that meant shit. Maybe they weren't jealousy. He didn't know fuckall about what they could be because he didn't know fuckall about Sahota.

“What do you know about what's best?” he grumbled. Maybe he should've gone to Vic about this bright idea after all. Maybe this had all been a ploy to trick Hunter into going against Vic’s idea, to highlight him as a problem, to make him another outsider.

“I know this isn't the life you want," Sahota replied. "Finish this job and get out, or you'll end up wishing you had.”

Had Vic told him about the plan? About letting him stay? Was he just spouting this bullshit because he couldn't stand the thought of Hunter sticking around?

“You don't know what I want,” Hunter spat. “There’s nothing else for me. There's nothing else to want.”

Sahota grimaced. His gray was starting to darken at the center again, spreading like black clouds. “Harbor—”

“You want me to get out?” Hunter cut him off. “Fucking fine, I'll get out. Already said this was stupid.”

The green, the burning of chlorine in his nose hit him before he could turn around. Vic.

“Done already?” the handler asked in a voice that was danger-quiet. Like if Hunter answered wrong there'd be trouble. He'd heard it before. With teachers at school, with his dad at home, with Rex and the syndicate.

He froze. Sometimes the best answer was silence.

“I heard you're running them through an impromptu training exercise, Sahota,” Vic said, and Hunter realized the tone wasn't for him. He felt the tension seep away from his shoulders; vines unwinding and hanging there like deadweight limbs.

“Quite an interesting lesson plan today.”

“It's a demonstration, sir.” Sahota’s eyes dropped. “Proof that interrogation doesn't work the way they think.”

“Oh? Do you not think my word is proof enough for them?”

“I didn't mean that.”

Vic clicked his tongue. “I was under the impression that today's training was meant to be a little more standardized. Was that a lie?”

“No, I… it seemed like something too small to bother you with. Once they failed, we'd move on. Nothing would change.”

“So you'd rather keep it from me.”

“No, sir.”

Vic let out a little hm, letting silence sit prickly in the room for what was probably a full minute before he spoke again. “I do apologize for interrupting.”

Sahota didn't lift his gaze. Or even say anything.

“It's fine,” Hunter put in. “This is a waste of time anyway. Right? We should just—”

“No no, it's not my place to swoop in and change the curriculum for the day,” Vic said, letting out a small sigh. “I'm sure it's exactly as beneficial as you say, Sahota.”

Hunter didn't know why the change in his tone wasn't letting him relax, why the splatters in the air were turning razored at the edges, why some anxious color was starting to squeeze him again.

“In fact, why don't I watch the rest of the lesson? It's interrogation, right? You're letting them ask you questions?”

“Yes, sir,” Sahota said in a flat voice.

“Wonderful. Hunter?”

“Yeah?”

“Carry on.”

Hunter shook his hands loose, nervous energy bundling up in his fingers, tiny vines tangling between them like thread. Sticky and annoying. Vic wanted to watch? But what if he fucked it up? What if he wasn't good enough?

“When's your birthday?” he asked, his tone emptier than it had been before. Sahota didn't answer, just like before. Hunter hit him, not like before. This time he was careful to aim for even, unbruised color, to pull back on the blow.

He turned back to face Vic, feet shuffling him away from the man in the chair. “That's what I've been doing, Vi—sir. Pretty much just that.” Nothing to see here, no reason to watch, to find faults.

Vic chuckled. “And this is your idea of an interrogation?”

Hunter shrugged, letting out a quiet, “guess so.” Vic couldn't blame him for being bad at it, right? He'd never done this before, so it wasn't his fault, right? All he had to go off of was movies and the bloodied remains of Rex’s discarded rivals, and at the time he was too busy hoping it would never be him dead on the cement to memorize the fucking injuries.

“Here.” His handler stood, laying a hand on his shoulder, gently guiding him so he was standing in front of Sahota again.

Silent, stony, Sahota.

“Let me help you out.” Vic pressed something into his hand. Cold metal, warmed by fingerprints. He didn't want to glance down, but it was from Vic, so he made himself look, eyes confirming the shape that he held. Brass knuckles.

A thought sped through his mind as he looked at them, wondering whether Vic just always had the weapon with him, or if he'd packed it for the occasion, if he knew this would be the outcome before he'd even stepped into the room.

“Try them on.”

Metal slipped past his fingertips to circle his knuckles, the shiny brown quickly choked out by dull green vines. Vic patted him on the shoulder.

“Looks good on you.”

Something pleasant zipped through Hunter at the words, but it felt wrong, out of place

“Go on, Hunter. Hit him again. And this time, don't hold back.” Vic squeezed his shoulder. “Let's show you what a real interrogation can look like.”

Hunter clenched his fist around the metal that enclosed them, letting it pinch the skin on the inside of his fingers. Hit him again, hit him with a weapon, hurt him, why did Vic want him to hurt him? Weren't he and Sahota partners?

“Vic…”

“What are you waiting for?” The handler leaned in, hands on his shoulders, lips on his ear. “Show me you can handle this much. Show me you belong here.”

Hunter tried to steady himself with an inhale, but the chlorine smell was choking him and the room was all dizzy from the spinning silver. He kept upright, locking his gaze on the man in the chair who sat stiff-backed. Unflinching.

He didn't want to hit him, he didn't want to hit him again, he hadn't even wanted to watch him get hit on the video two days ago but it was what Vic wanted.

The black cracks were back, branching out from the pit of Sahota's throat as they met eyes, and Hunter knew then that it wasn't hatred. It wasn't annoyance, or even jealousy.

It was fear.

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@theonewithallthefixations , @violets-whumperflies , @whump-me , @pirefyrelight , @soheavyaburden , @snakebites-and-ink , @whumpsday , @kixngiggles , @echo-goes-aaa

#love when hunter makes casual references to his questionable and Really Pretty Sad past its one of my favorite parts of writing him #anyways this was one of the first scene ideas i had!!#it was originally supposed to be a kinda humorous comic but then i got to hunter's turn and went 😶#total$hit$how #interrogation #angst #stoic whumpee #implied abuse #beating

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showrunnerihardlyknowher · 5 months

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Any advice on how to write overprotective giants or other large monstrosities? How do I make them strongly morally gray, know when to limit the dehumanization and adoration of tiny person of interest, and how the giant seems to believe they are in the right with detaining a tiny person? Asking for a friend! Definitely not me, a lurker questioning if I should start writing on tumblr or any other writing websites....

Ooooh, fun!!

It definitely all boils down to what your giant views their brand new tiny as and whether or not they can understand each other. You can take Edix and Jacob, for example, where Edix solely sees Jacob as a pet which is heightened by the fact Jacob cannot verbally stand up for himself to disprove that. Of course Edix loves him and would never intentionally hurt him, but that love is only as strong as that for a puppy at best. It's pure adoration at the cost of being a plaything and because Edix assumes that Jacob is so weak and helpless, he fully believes he's in the right to do whatever he feels is necessary to protect him.

Comparatively, you have Ben and Milo, who can perfectly understand each other and have a tentative parent-child relationship. The problem is that Ben doesn't know how to be a legit parent, especially to something so small and foreign to him, so he has to rely on what he knows as an exterminator to keep Milo safe (trapping and caging). He's not trying to be cruel on purpose or upset him, but he can only use what limited knowledge he has at his disposal until Elysie can put him on the right track. In that case, the dehumanization can't really be helped, but Ben still recognizes it for what it is and feels guilty all the while.

Then you have someone like Taiyo who is more morally grey. His mission is to destroy all the parasites festering on Earth, which will in turn save humanity, but if humans also happen to get caught in the crossfire of a fight, well...oh well. He doesn't go out of his way to hurt them, but he's not too pressed if they are, and the only human he actively protects is Kumiko for his own personal reasons. He respects her boundaries for the most part, but that doesn't stop him from grabbing her, moving her, or shielding her when she's in immediate danger, despite what she might protest. That's an example of balanced adoration and dehumanizing, in which he'll give her some of the space she asks for to keep her content, but he'll be damned if he ever lets her try to hold her ground even though she's more than capable of doing so.

All in all, it really depends on how the tiny is first viewed by the giant. A pet, a toy, a friend in need, a crush at first sight? What kind of love are they blinded by that would make their morally grey views shift in favor of keeping this tiny from harm, and is there any real harm to begin with? Do they think the tiny needs defending simply because they small and weak in comparison to the giant, or is it because they're young, or injured, or recently defenseless?

Can the tiny ever sway their opinions that they don't need to be coddled either by telling them or showing with their actions, or will there always be some reason that the giant won't budge on despite conceding on other points? Does the giant feel guilty for their behavior, are they able to imagine themself in the tiny's shoes and knowing they'd also detest the same kind of treatment, or is it still a necessary evil in the grand scheme of things? Are they worried for the tiny's safety, or are they just possessive and want them all to themself?

If the tiny is deemed a pet or a toy, the giant probably isn't going to care much, maybe even joke about how much tiny puts up a fight despite living a new life of snuggled, babied luxury. If the tiny is something of a platonic or romantic interest, the giant might be more willing to meet them halfway on some treatments, even if they can never fully give in on leaving them totally alone in fear or something happening.

#ask #anon

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Soyeon and Yuqi find each other during Yuqi's heat

Warnings: Omega/alpha, heat/rut, g!p, fingering, oral sex

My first time writing an omegaverse fic... I hope yall enjoy♡

She ran through the woods as fast as she could. She needed to get out of the territory. Once she crossed the border they would no longer have any claim over her. They wouldn't be able to force her into something she did not want. Push her into a mating she did not want.

Yuqi believed in finding her mate. Her other half and she didn't care they weren't a part of her pack. Unlike her father.

She could feel the heat growing inside her and she didn't have much time. He was a sadistic asshole and chose this night on purpose. When yuqi would be so distracted by her heat she would run into the arms of any alpha that came her way. Only yuqi wasn't just any omega.

She taught herself from a young age how to ignore the omegas urges to follow an alphas orders. How to ignore an alphas voice. She learned how to defy them and not feel any pain or regret.

So all she needed was to stay strong for another few minutes until she could cross the border. Just another few. She was so close.

And then she smelled it. A mouth watering citrus wafted through the air. Unlike anything she'd ever felt a sudden desperation flowed through her as her wolf went crazy and the heat only grew even stronger. Her mind became hazy as she moved faster in the direction.

"Why do we have to stay out of the border again?"

"The stupid ritual," soyeon rolled her eyes as her camp was the last she had to set up. Her friends helping before they'd return to their posts.

"I heard he locked his daughter away to ensure she wouldn't run away before."

"Why so we want a peace treaty with them again? Aren't they homophobic as well?"

"Yes, but we need to align with the surrounding packs to beat the clans. You know how they've grown."

Soojin sighed, "still. I don't like this."

Soyeon nodded at her, "none of us do but we have to deal with it. We have to keep watch and patrol for them tonight while they do their ritual and then we move in tomorrow to sign the treaty."

"Whatever. I'll see you in the morning," soojin waved goodnight to soyeon as Minnie followed her.

Soyeon kept watch for a few hours before she started to feel sleepy. She walked a little closer to the border as she could hear howling and assumed that must have meant the ritual was on going. She sighed as she felt sorry for the pack alphas daughter. An omega locked in a fate she could not do anything about.

Soyeon started to turn around until she smelled something sweet. Almost like chocolate and cinnamon mixed together. She turned in the direction it came from to see a girl emerge from the trees. I white nightgown flowing around her. The bottom covered in dirt and the flower crown making her look like a princess. Soyeon immediately knew as their eyes locked, mate.

But judging from her scared eyes and clothing soyeon immediately knew who she was and why she looked so scared.

"The border, you have to cross," soyeon said to the girl to break her from her trance, "they can't smell you when you cross. There is a protection casted so your scent couldn't leave but if you cross they won't be able to locate you."

The girl seemed to take in her words as she got closer. She hesitated as she reached the border only five feet from Soyeon. Until she stepped over. The other wolves must have noticed the loss in her scent as they suddenly went crazy. Just how many alphas dan after her hoping to win her?

Soyeon stepped forward but the sudden smell of the wolfs heat made her alpha go crazy.

"I'm sorry," she said as she fell to her knees, "I need-"

Soyeonvblocked her nose as best she could before moving forward and bringing the omega back to her feet.

"They might check the border and ask about you. You can hide in the shelter. There's scent blockers."

She nodded as soyeon helped her inside, "you need to stay quiet."

The omega immediately falling to the small bed soyeon had made for herself. Soyeon stepped out breathing to find the blockers hid the omegas heat. Her heart sped a little as she heard footsteps but calmed down. She would need to send them away.

She sat back in her spot in front of the fire as if nothing had happened. She saw more wolves emerge from the trees and her wolf was not happy knowing they were there for her mate. Hers.

Soyeon ignored it as she stared at the wolf who had yet to speak.

"We're looking for a girl. We lost her scent near here."

Soyeon kept a straight face and her heartbeat steady, "I haven't seen anyone or I would have alerted your alpha. No on is to come in or out of the border. I am aware."

The alpha nodded as he looked at her suspiciously, "alright. Have a good night."

Soyeon nodded as she watched him and the others disappear again. She waited until they were far enough away before putting the fire out and making sure she got rid of any sign she was there. Her shelter would hide her but she had to make sure if an enemy did come she could catch them by surprise. At least that was the original plan.

She went into her shelter and closed it behind her the scent making her dizzy. The omega had started to nest herself in the small bed. She writhed as she groaned. Soyeon could feel herself growing hot at the sight but tried to breathe through it. Only that made it worse. The omega took noticed of her presence as she turned to her. Mumbling something soyeon couldn't make out as she grew hazy. Stepping forward towards the omega.

Before she shook her head and tried to gain some clarity. She didn't even know this girl's name.

"Please," she whimpered as she sat up and reached out towards soyeon.

Soyeon fell to her knees as she lay her hands on the wolfs shoulders, "you don't know what you're saying right now and I don't want you to regret this in the morning."

The omega moved forward clutching on soyeons clothes only making the wolf in her scream at Soyeon for holding back.

"You're my mate,"she said, "I couldn't regret you."

Soueons wolf pleaded with her as the omega lay back, pulling soyeon with her. Spyeon moved over her as she fell in to a trance. The omegas eyes were shining and so clear soyeon felt like she could lose herself in them forever.

"I don't even know your name," she whispered as there noses touched and breaths mingled.

The omega smiled as her eyes closed the closer they got, "Yuqi, my name is yuqi."

"Yuqi," soyeon repeated, the omega moaned, "soyeon. I'm soyeon."

Yuqi whispered her name right before she pressed their lips together. Soyeon forgot about who Yuqi was and how many problems this would cause in the treaty. She forgot about everything else as all she could focus on was Yuqi.

Her wolf went crazy as she came to the surface. Soyeons eyes glowing as they parted. Yuqi smiled as she cupped soyeons cheek her eyes shining a bright violet taking soyeon by surprise. Her wolf only seemed to grow hungrier for the girl as she took over and kissed Yuqi deeply. The omegas scent grew heavier and soyeon didn't think as she moved down kissing the girls neck and further.

Her hands running up the length of Yuqis thighs, lifting the nightgown. Yuqi sat up as she connected her lips to soyeons again before taking her dress off leaving her in just her panties. Soyeon kissed her stomach and moved down. Teasing yuqi by focusing on her inner thighs. The omegas groans growing louder. Her underwear was soaked and soyeon released a low growl as she cupped yuqis heat.

Yuqi nearly screamed at the contact and placed a hand over her mouth as soyeons mouth finally came into contact with her over her underwear. The frustration from not having her exactly as she wants but also the relief of having her alpha touch her where she needs coming out. Yuqis hands made their way to soyeons hair. Her fingers lacing through the soft raven locks. Soyeon moaned into yuqi and the girl wanted to scream for her alpha to take her already.

Soyeon could see the frustration in Yuqi and chuckled as she moved back. She let her hands run up her legs and hooked her fingers around last piece of clothing ready to get rid of them. Until yuqis hands stopped her.

Soyeon looked over the flushed omega who was breathing deeply.

"Its unfair that I'm laid bare for you to see when your fully clothed."

Soyeon smirked at her before standing to remove her boots and jeans. She sat down and pulled her socks off making Yuqi giggle. Before climbing back to her. Soyein kissed the omegas lips again. Smiling when she could feel the omegas wondering hands sneaking under her shirt. Soyeon moved back again taking the clothing away and Yuqi smiled at her so softly it had Soyeon wondering how they had only know each other for 20 minutes when it felt like she'd know her forever.

"You're not in rut yet," she let out as she stared at soyeons lower regions making soyeon chuckle.

"No I'm not," she shook her head, "it won't stop me from getting you through your heat though."

Yuqi laughed as she let out another involuntary moan, "please, I need you now."

Soyeon took her bra off before she lay down on Yuqi the skin to skin contact making the omega moan even louder. Soyeon sighed at the contact as she felt the omegas wet heat rubbing against her.

"Oh baby," soyeon whispered as she lowered her hand touching the girl where she needed her all along, "you got yourself ready for me."

Yuqi released a gasp as her head flung back with her mouth open at the touch. Soyeon touched her gently. Running circles around her sensitive area as she moved her mouth down to latch onto the omegas nipple. A loud moan leaving her as arched her back and tried to feel more of Soyeon. Soyeon could feel the wolf under her growing impatient so she sucked harder as she let a finger circle the girls opening before sliding in.

Yuqi gasped at the foreign touch but moaned as soyeon moved an and out of her. Soyeon knew she needed more and when she felt ready she slipped another in. Fucking yuqi slowly but deeply as the omega whined and moaned under her. She kissed the girl again as she felt yuqi get closer to her release. The omega pulling her closer as she came. A scream ripping from lips as soyeon placed her hand over her mouth just in time to soften it.

She laughed as she moved her hand away. The omega breathing deeply as the first wave of her heat passed. Soyeon slowly removed her fingers as he omega whimpered and cleaned them with her tongue. The taste of the omega making her moan. The omegas cheeks were red as soyeon held her stare.

Soyeon smiled as she kissed the omega softly. Her mind clearing slightly as the pheromones lessened. Yuqi also seemed to come out of the haze a bit as she sat up and took the small shelter in. Her eyes grew as the realization of what happened settled with her.

"You're my mate," she said.

Soyeon nodded, "yes, it appears so."

"I was going to leave the border and never come back before I smelled your scent," yuqi said.

"I figured that was why you were so far out of your territory," soyeon replied, "we shouldn't have been able to sense each other but the mate bond must be stronger than the spell your father had casted around the border."

Yuqi moved forward as she kissed the alpha. Soyeons wolf was practically wagging his tail at that.

"You saved me," she said as she leaned her head against Soyeon's, "thank you."

"You're my mate. I've waited for you and i won't lose you to some stupid ritual that ignores basic wolf law."

"I have a few hours until my next phase," yuqi whispered.

Soyeon smiled as she grabbed the blankets she kept to the side, "lets get some rest. We have all night and no one will know you're here"

Yuqi lay down as soyeon hugged her from behind. For the first time in bothe their lives they felt content.

Yuqi doesn't know how long it had been but a heat in her core woke her up. She couldn't feel soyeon pressed against her anymore and whined as she reached out for her. She turned to see where she had gone. With her mind hazy from the heat and sleep she could see soyeon bent over in the corner of the tent.

"Whats wrong?" She asked trying to ignore the throbbing in her core that seemed even worse than earlier.

Soyeon turned to her and yuqi immediately knew why. Soyeons eyes glowed a bright red showing how powerful she was a true alpha.

Yuqi could smell it. Soyeons scent was stronger than before. More dominant.

"I triggered your rut," yuqi tried to get out ignoring the feeling lower down.

Soyeon nodded.

Yuqi knew why she was holding herself back and felt a pure attraction for the other wolf. Yuqi crawled over to soyeon. Moving her into a sitting position. Soyeon was still naked and when yuqi saw what lay between soyeons legs she could feel her excitement drip down her leg. Soyeon also must've noticed as her dick twitched.

Yuqi smiled as she moved to sit on soyeons lap there lower regions rubbing together making yuqi moan loudly.

"I want this," she said to soyeon who seemed intemt on holding herself back. Yuqi grinded down feeling soyeon rut up, "I want you to take me fully. Mark me. Make me yours."

Soyeons wolf grew stronger at those words as suddenly yuqi was on her back. Soyeons tongue shoved deeply down her throat as Yuqi moaned pulling soyeon into her and wanting more. Soyeon rubbed against her as yuqi felt soyeon teasing her.

Yuqi whined at the lack of what she wanted until finally she felt soyeon slowly push into her. Her walls stretching for her. She moaned as soyeon finally settled into her and giving her time to adjust. When yuqi felt she was ready she moved lightly before soyeon started thrusting in and out. Deep slow thrusts making yuqi feel like she was going to lose her mind.

"Faster," yuqi begged.

Soyeon smirked at the omega and left a bruising kiss on her neck as she complied. Yuqi grew louder and tried to muffle her moans into the pillow under her head as she felt herself getting closer to her release. She could see soyeon was too.

Yuqi bared her neck for soyeon showing she wanted it. She wanted soyeon to claim her.

Soyeon growled as she whispered in yuqis ear, "if I'm going to claim you I want you to do the same to me."

Yuqi grew surprised at the request knowing the alphas from her pack would never let this happen.

"Are you sure?" Yuqi asked as soyeons thrusts slowed.

Soyeon nodded, "its custom in my pack. I want them to know I belong to you."

Yuqi overwhelmed brought soyeon into a raising kiss as her release got nearer. Soyein must have felt it too as she nosed at the spot on yuqis neck while yuqi did the same. Their wolves coming to the surface as their fangs grew. As their sweet release overtook them they laid claim to each other. Soyeon releasing her knot and binding them together. Yuqi came again as it pressed against a certain bundle of nerves as she licked around the mark she made.

As they came down from the high, they stayed wrapped in each other. The new bond settling between them. This was it. Yuqi would never go back now, her father would disown her but she could care less. She felt content and happy. Something she hadn't felt for a long time.

Light started filtering through the shelter the lamp no longer the only light provided. Just how late was it? Soyeon nuzzled into yuqis neck in the spot right by fresh mark.

"The sun's coming up already," she whispered, "we need to leave before your father comes asking questions."

Yuqi nodded and let out a sigh, neither of them making an effort to move, "they already know I'm gone by now. I'm surprised he hasn't left the border yet to look for me."

"He won't, not until the spell goes down. He probably thinks you're just hiding really well."

"Won't he question why you left your post?" Yuqi asked

Soyeon shook her head as she sat up slightly to look at yuqi, "I'll link someone to take my place because I felt sick. He won't know any better."

Yuqi started feeling hot again and knew another wave was coming. Soyeon must've smelled it to as she kissed Yuqi deeply.

"We should leave now," yuqi moaned, "before-"

"I know," Soyeon said as she moved back.

Yuqi whined at the loss of contact

"Lets get out of here before your next wave."

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