#let me join in the fun. ( dash games. )

[spiritofloyalty]

tag dump

ignore this / don’t interact with it.

#[ IC ] * your friendly neighbor #rainbow dash is here! #[ OOC ] * the mun speaking. #[ MEMES AND PROMPTS ] * the icebreaker. #[ RESOURCES ] * saved. #[ PROMO ] * giving my friends a helping hoof! #[ SELFPROMO ] * boosting the ego. #[ DASHGAMES ] * let’s join in on the games! #[ DASH COMMENTARY ] * light - hearted fun. #[ MAIN VERSE ] * the top wonderbolt. #[ SECONDARY VERSE ] * lead guitarist. #[ MUSINGS ] * look how awesome I am! #[ CONENCTIONS ] * i’d never leave my friends hanging. #[ ANSWERED ASKED ] * mail delivered! #[ INCOMING ASK ] * fan mail for me? #[ ANON ] * behind the grey area.

[cafelattaes]

beat you at your own game | hrj

summary : y/n has a crush on renjun, who's not that great with people. despite his standoffish nature, she makes an effort to be friendly. but things take a twist when she starts to ignore him.

pairing : renjun x fem! reader

genre : college au. romance, fluff, angst

word count : 3.5k

huang renjun, how exactly would you describe him? well, for starters, he can be a bit cranky. he's all about having his own space, not a fan of dragging things out, and gets things done in a flash. he’s also straightforward and not afraid to speak his mind. people have mixed feelings about him because of it. but oddly enough, it only adds to his charm, making people naturally drawn to him, much to his 'i'd-rather-not' demeanor.

needless to say, you just had to develop a crush on someone who’s the total opposite of you. you’re a people-pleaser; you’d much rather say things that would please others rather than express your genuine thoughts. confrontations make you uncomfortable, and you lean towards making excuses for those who hurt you on purpose. you also always try to avoid conflicts as much as you can, and resort to suffering in silence instead. you're trying to change that aspect about yourself, but you grew up having those traits, making it hard to break free. nevertheless, you're working on it.

you never intended to let renjun know about your feelings, but your friends were determined to embarrass you whenever he was around, constantly teasing you. it didn't help that despite not being close to renjun and his group, some of them were friends with your close friends, so they eventually joined in poking fun at your crush. one day, you decided to dismiss their incessant teasing and initiated a friendly conversation with renjun. at first, he responded out of courtesy. you weren't stupid though; you could tell that renjun was clearly fed up with his friends and wanted nothing to do with their antics.

he began to dislike being associated with you, offering only short responses and not acknowledging your presence more than necessary. you didn’t pay it much mind, since getting close to him wasn't your original goal. your aim was to ease the awkwardness and shed the embarrassment that accompanied your interactions. you happened to share some classes with renjun, coincidentally, those were the ones where both your friends weren't around. sitting next to him became a default habit, as he was the only familiar face in those particular classes.

one morning, you found yourself running late for your 8am class, prompting you to dash before your professor arrived. you accidentally collided with renjun, who happened to be holding an iced coffee. to your horror, more than half of the drink ended up spilling onto his shirt.

“oh my god, renjun, i’m so sorry!” you looked at him in fear, and it took everything in him to remain calm.

“why are you running around a busy hallway?”

“i’m really, really sorry. i’m late for my first class and i didn’t think i’d bump into anyone.” renjun let out an annoyed sigh.

“whatever.”

“wait!” you opened your bag to bring out your alcohol and wipes. “do you need them?”

“no, thank you.” he proceeded to walk past you, but you held onto his arm.

“what about the stain?”

“i have a spare shirt. can you let me go now? i thought you said you were late.”

“shoot, you’re right. i’m sorry again, i promise i’ll make it up to you!” you shouted as you ran.

“please don’t,” he grumbled.

later on, you found renjun at the library working on your assignments. you sat quietly next to him and began doing your own. he didn’t spare you a look and just carried on with his work. you spent a few hours completing them, and both of you got it done at the same time. as you got up to gather your things, you spoke to the boy beside you.

“renjun, do you have anything to do after this?”

“no.”

“do you want to try the newly opened diner just a few blocks away? my friends have prior commitments, and i wanted to make it up to you for spilling your coffee earlier.” you already knew he was going to refuse, but it wouldn’t hurt to still ask.

“sorry, i’ll have to pass. i need to get home quickly.” you nodded in understanding and smiled at him.

“no biggie. take care on your way home!”

“thanks,” he simply said before leaving.

“how are you and y/n? any progress? are you going out already?” jaemin asked teasingly, wiggling his brows.

“shut up. i want her to back off, honestly.”

“you want everyone to back off.”

“yeah, but most especially, y/n.”

“uh, why do you sound so annoyed with her?”

“because she is. i turned her down several times, but she can’t take a hint. nothing’s more annoying than someone who imposes themselves on others.”

“relax, man. you’re being a little too hard on the girl. you’ll see that she’s nice if you give her a chance.”

“what exactly is nice about her being fixated on me? it’s mostly your fault. if you guys weren’t such instigators, she wouldn’t have been pushy.”

you walked away from the scene, ensuring they didn’t notice your presence. you wiped away the lone tear that involuntary fell from your eye. it wasn’t often that you heard someone openly talk about their obvious dislike of you, and hearing it from the person you were supposed to like was quite disheartening. it wasn't your intention to impose your presence on him or force a connection that wasn't meant to be. you reckoned it was time to reevaluate your feelings and accept the need to let go of your futile crush on renjun, sparing both of you from any further confusion or misunderstandings.

renjun had grown accustomed to spotting you in your regular seat during your shared class. however, he was met with surprise when he noticed you had moved to a vacant seat considerably distant from your usual spot next to him. he was a bit confused at first, but chose not to dwell on it. he also noted that you didn't notice his entrance into the room, as you were engrossed in some task.

you continued to maintain a distance in your next classes with renjun. he was uncertain if you were oblivious to his presence or deliberately avoiding acknowledgement, given the lack of glances his way. he found it a bit strange that you refrained from initiating any form of interaction, but he didn’t mind. he thought he felt better. at least, for now.

however, renjun was not expecting your odd behavior to persist. it brought another surprise when you ignored him again the following day. even when your eyes accidentally locked for a second, you quickly averted your gaze. renjun wasn’t sure if you really didn’t see him or were just pretending not to. you weren’t wearing your glasses, and your eyesight wasn't the best. but even if you did ignore him on purpose, he didn’t mind… or did he?

it’s been a while since you stopped talking to renjun. at first, he thought he felt a sense of relief, thinking it gave him some space. but after a week, he was confused about why you suddenly stopped. the following week, he could feel his stomach churning seeing you leave class, secretly hoping you’d look back. then, the week after that, he felt a wave of anger because there were more than a few times he bumped into you purposely to get you to talk to him, but you did not utter any word other than a quiet apology. now, nearly a month later, he started to feel dejected because no matter what he did, you always acted like he wasn't even there. renjun wasn’t sure what he did wrong to make you so determined in avoiding him completely.

“renjun is going through 5 stages of grief,” jaemin started with a taunting smirk.

“what?” haechan looked at him in confusion.

“y/n has been ignoring him for a month.”

“WHAT? WHY?”

“exactly. i haven’t had the chance to ask her since we’re not close enough.”

“what about jeno?”

“he doesn’t want to pry.”

“maybe she got tired of renjun’s grumpy attitude,” chenle chimed in.

“maybe,” jaemin turned to the boy in question. “look at him, he’s miserable.”

“shut up,” renjun muttered in discontent.

“stop provoking him. this is his first heartbreak,” chenle taunted, making renjun roll his eyes at their ridiculousness.

“you know you can always speak to her first and ask her what’s up, right?”

“if she wanted to speak to me, she would’ve done it first,” his friends could only shake their heads in disapproval.

“don’t be stupid.”

“and i’m begging all of you to mind your own business.”

“be that way, and you’ll find yourself in an irreversible situation.”

"yeah, renjun, don't say we didn't warn you!" haechan added with a mischievous grin.

you kept quiet about what you had overheard from renjun in the last month, choosing not to share the details with your friends. you figured they would eventually notice renjun's absence from your life, and when they finally asked you about it, you dismissed their probing questions. you casually informed them that your crush on him had simply faded after getting to know him better. you were quite good at making believable lies, they were convinced by it and dropped the topic quickly.

unexpectedly, renjun sought you out in an empty classroom to confront you about your sudden disconnection. you looked like a deer caught in headlights when you realized who had just entered, walking in long and quick strides to your direction. in your mind, you were already conjuring up excuses to explain yourself.

“why are you ignoring me?” his question broke the silence, leaving you with no room to escape.

so much for attempting to evade this confrontation.

you took a moment to gather your thoughts, unsure how to respond. you tried to conceal your distress as renjun stared down at you while waiting for you to talk. it seemed like he was determined to stand his ground, expecting you to tell him the truth. with a frustrated sigh, you finally spoke up.

“i’m just staying out of your way,” you said after a moment of silence.

“yeah, so why?” his voice was demanding, it ticked you off a little.

you questioned why you were initially afraid of renjun confronting you and why you bothered coming up with excuses. after all, it wasn't his place to interrogate you when you were simply doing what he seemed to want from the start.

“i don’t know why you’re asking. isn’t that what you want? you should be happy.” you began to gather your things so you can walk off, but you heard him speak again.

“i don’t remember telling you to keep your distance. you obviously have a problem with me. what is it?”

“you don’t remember telling me because you didn’t. you told other people.” your tone laced with a hint of annoyance.

“that what?”

“renjun, i don’t get you. you keep brushing me off, you show your irritation with me so openly, and you tell everyone that you want me out of your line of sight. and now that i’m doing exactly that, you’re still mad at me? what’s your problem?”

“stop speaking in riddles and just tell me what's going on,” he said in an exasperated tone as you shifted to face him directly.

“last month, i was passing by the main library, and i overheard you talking to your friends. you mentioned something about me not getting a hint and wanting me to leave you alone,” renjun looked a bit puzzled at first. when you were about to walk away, his eyes widened in realization.

“no, y/n, i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean any of what i said-“ you shook your head lightly at his predictable response.

“don’t be. you were completely right, and i’m not even angry about it. i just don’t want to do anything with you anymore.”

“listen, i really am sorry. i blurted out those things in the heat of the moment. i regret saying them out loud, especially now that i know you were there to hear it… it’s really not what i think of you.”

“it’s fine, renjun. i didn’t tell you all of this to get an apology. i’m only telling you why i’m doing what i’m doing, like you asked, and to make it clear that i’m done.” renjun blocked your way hastily to stop you from leaving.

“hear me out, alright? back then, i was being overly sensitive. they were pushing my buttons, and i didn't know how to handle it. i messed up, treated you badly, and you didn’t deserve any of that. a month without you made me realize a few things. i had to confront what i really want and face some truths i'd been avoiding,” he paused, gauging your reaction before continuing. “i miss spending time with you, and, well, i realized i've got feelings for you. more than i thought. it never crossed my mind that you'd actually step away, and it hit me hard. the idea of losing you if you choose to walk away made me lose my mind.” your heart raced as he spoke, and his confession stirred up a mix of emotions. your confusion lingered, but you decided to reason through it, pushing aside the sincerity in his eyes as you gave him an incredulous look.

“are you… getting your feelings confused with something else? did you consider that maybe your mind is playing tricks on you, making you think you like me because you're used to others chasing after you?” he winced, trying to ignore the indirect suggestion that he might be a narcissist. it was a struggle for him to open up about his feelings, only for the girl he liked to question and imply that he couldn't understand his own emotions.

“i wouldn't be here questioning why you've been avoiding me for a month, and pouring out my feelings if i hadn't thought this through. it might be hard to believe right now, but if you give me a chance, i can prove it to you."

“i don’t think this is a good idea,” his face contorted into a pained expression. he felt lost, trying to find the right words to convince you. taking a deep breath, he gently held your shoulders, making you look up at him.

“please, just give me a chance to prove myself. i feel like i've wasted so much time.” the desperation was evident in his voice. still skeptical of his feelings, you removed his hands as they fell down to your arms.

“i’ll think about it.” you said before walking away, leaving a lingering sense of uncertainty in the air.

renjun’s friends had been observing him for a few days, and he’s become unusually quiet. they contemplated asking him what’s wrong, but they wanted to give him some space. it was glaringly obvious that something was bothering him, and he didn’t want to talk about it. jeno couldn't help but express his concern.

"renjun, you've been awfully quiet lately. everything alright?"

"yeah, i'm fine. just dealing with some stuff." jeno and jaemin exchanged knowing glances.

"we're here whenever you're ready to talk." jaemin assured, patting his back.

he had been feeling down since your conversation a few days ago. your words had been weighing on his mind and creating an internal turmoil. the fact that you continued to ignored him in all your classes didn't offer much comfort. renjun couldn't help but cast a longing look in your direction whenever he saw you. he was torn between regret and fear that he might have already ruined his chance.

meanwhile, his confession has been replaying in your mind. the idea of him reciprocating your feelings caught you off guard; it was something you never saw coming. after some contemplation, it became apparent to you that renjun really felt apologetic and was filled with remorse. could it be that he genuinely likes you? even if that was the case, you're still unsure whether it's the right move to start something with him.

maybe i should stop overthinking this.

you took a deep breath before releasing a loud sigh, unaware that the boy who had been occupying your thoughts, stood right in front of you.

“y/n,” you looked up to see renjun. you waited for him to speak, but it seemed like he was having a mental struggle, debating whether to say what was on his mind. he mustered up the courage to ask if you were willing to give him a chance. staring at him with an unreadable expression, he didn't know how to interpret the situation. was it a bad time to talk?

“why?” you finally asked. although renjun was hesitant, he answered.

“i was wondering if you already thought about what i said? i mean… i can wait if you’re still thinking about it.”

“if i say no, are you going to leave me alone?” your heart sank a little when his face fell. he didn't respond right away.

“well, if that’s what you want, i guess i would have to…”

“renjun,”

“yeah?”

“let’s give it a try.” his expression became hopeful.

“really?”

“yes. you said you liked me back, i’ll hold onto that for now. i just hope you won’t let me down.”

“i won’t.” a smile spread across his face as he enveloped you in a tight embrace. returning the hug, you savored the comforting feeling of his arms around you. "thank you for taking a chance on me," he said, the sincerity evident in his words and the embrace.

“i’m happy for them, i really am. but watching these two stare at each other lovingly is sickening.” giselle said, faking disgust.

“at least they’re just staring… you wouldn’t believe how clingy renjun gets when they’re at the dorm.” chenle remarked, your friends swiftly turned their heads around.

“spill.”

“he’s always attached to her, literally. there’s no other way to describe it.”

“huh… i thought it would be the other way around.”

“yeah, no. but i guess that’s just right, considering he didn’t give her the best treatment at first.”

giselle and karina chuckled at the revelation. intrigued by the dynamic between you and renjun.

"love can do wonders, huh?" jaemin grinned, nudging jeno.

"guess he learned his lesson," karina added, raising an eyebrow. "who would've thought?"

as the group watched the both of you, they exchanged knowing looks. it was obvious that renjun had gone through some changes, moving from his initial standoffish ways to being glued to the person he wasn't so kind to initially.

“i have the dorm all to myself this weekend.” you raised your brow at him.

“and what are you insinuating?”

“you know…” he continued with a suggestive look.

“i’m studying for finals week," you deadpanned.

“which is exactly what i’m suggesting. i find myself more productive when i’m with you.”

“quite the contrary. we don’t get anything done when we study together.”

“don't you want my hugs and kisses?” he pouted.

“not when i’m busy trying to finish school-related activities.”

“fine, i’ll behave.”

“you always say that. i don’t believe you anymore.”

“maybe i’ll be less clingy if you pay more attention to me. you’re always busy, you don’t have time for your boyfriend.”

“renjun, unlike you, i have to put in extra effort into studying to get good grades. i’m not as smart as you are.”

“excuses.” you rolled your eyes.

“you’re so adorable,” you cooed, grabbing his face for a quick peck. “i never imagined you to be the touchy and clingy type.”

“baby, there are a lot of things you don’t know about me.”

“like what?” you inquired with a playful smile.

“like how great i am at using my hands to make someone feel really good,” he whispered in a lower voice.

“oh?” you raised an eyebrow, smirking playfully.

“yeah. apparently, i give one heck of a shoulder massage,” you burst out laughing at his endearing silliness. the sound of your laughter made renjun pause and smile, as he took his time to observe you. suddenly, he felt an overwhelming surge of happiness. taking your hand gently in his, he pressed a tender kiss to your fingertips, capturing your attention and prompting you to look at him.

"you make me feel the happiest. i love you," he confessed, the sincerity resonating in his words.

your stomach flipped, the euphoria of hearing those three words from him for the first time washing over you. then it hit you- the unexpected journey with renjun had led you to a place you never envisioned. he, too, held the key to your happiness.

“i love you too.” you closed the distance between you two and your lips met his. as he wrapped an arm around your waist, you let yourself fall to his embrace, deepening the kiss.

renjun was met with the realization that while you fell for him first, he descended later, but with an intensity that surpassed a thousand falls.

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[bohbee]

Dateables reacting to MC getting hit!

Warnings: Strangulation, Hitting, Death, Implied Torture?, Bruising, Blood, Stitching

Notes: This is iffy but yeah, this won't be getting proofread.

Part 1

Masterlist

Diavolo

Clicking of silverware, sipping of drinks, and soft chatter could be heard in the Palaces dining room. It was a feast to celebrate the engagement of The Lord Diavolo. Many nobles came to share their congrats, there was at least 30 figures at the elongated dining table. The night was coming to an end, and people started going back to their residences, leaving only a few others in the Palace.

"Excuse me," a voice behind you said, you turn your head softly to see an elegant looking male. He slightly bowed down "If you don't mind, could I talk to you in private? I wish to share my congrats." He asked, seeing nothing wrong with it you excused yourself and lead the male to an empty hallway.

His blue eyes peered into yours, his demeanor completely changing. "Y'know, Lord Dia and I were very close in the past." He said, you irked a little at the nickname, but let it slide. His face was painted with a scowl, "Very close, might I add." You furrowed your eyebrows in a confused manor, Diavolo never mentioned dating anyone before. The male walked closely to your body, "That was until a little human showed up. Stealing my spotlight, taking the gift of eternity. Which was supposed to be MY gift."

You stood your ground, heavily irritated by the male who was claiming that he was born to be in your place. "You don't get to choose what he wants." You said, trying to keep back your snarky remarks. His palm met with your face, causing you to stumble backward. "HES MINE!" He yelled before pouncing on you, his hands on your throat constricting your airway. He didn't get far before being tossed aside by the now smiling butler.

"It would be in your best interest to not lay your hands on the Lords significant other." Barbatos said as he slowly walked over to you, carefully assessing your injuries. The male got up to dash out of the palace only to slam into your Fiancés chest. Diavolos' golden eyes were filled with rage when he saw your body on the ground. He quickly grabbed the pleading male, "You will suffer the consequences of your actions." He muttered darkly. He motioned Barbatos to take him away.

Once Barb pulled him to the basement, Diavolo rushed to your side. His eyebrows furrowed as his irises held pain and sorrow. "I am deeply sorry, my love." You shook your head with a small smile, his hands slid under your body, lifting you up bridal style. "No need to apologize for the actions of someone else." You kissed his cheek softly and moved your head to the crook of his neck.

The two of you sat in his room for the rest of the night, talking and laughing away. You invited Barb to join the two of you while playing some games, leading you guys to have a very fun game night.

(Bonus: Lucifer answered the call from the royal butler, excusing himself from the dining table with his brothers. His eyes widened, "Excuse me?" His tone was cold. "I will be there immediately." After hanging up the DDD, he brought himself to the dining table, "I will be going to the Palace. There was an assassination attempt on MC. Please stay here for their safety." The brothers stared in awe but nodded. The poor dude was obliterated to say the least.)

Barbatos

You ran to the palace, tears streaming down your stinging face as the rain drenched your body. Soft sobs emitted from your throat. You knocked on the palace doors in urgency. No one was chasing you anymore, but it was still frightening. The door opened, and your boyfriend stood at the door, his usual calm eyes now filled with worry. He ushered you in, pulling you to the infirmary.

He sat you down on the chair and grabbed some medical supplies, "What happened." He said calmly, though his voice held true rage. "Some lowerclass demons..." You choked out a sob, your boyfriend walked over and started to softly clean the gash on your eyebrow. "Go on, dear. It's okay. I am here. There's no need to be frightened anymore." His voice was sincere as he deeply gazed in your eyes, waiting for you to tell him what caused your injuries. "I don't know what caused it, I got a high score on the exams, they got pissed?" You winced softly at the small stitch on your face, a sorry emitted from his lips.

"I understand. This will not happen again. I will have to report this to the Lord. Would you be comfortable joining me, my love?" You softly shook your head against the idea. "That is perfectly fine. Go ahead to my room and change, I'll be there soon."

After a while, your favorite butler came back with a tray of your favorite foods, "You didn't have to do all of this, Barb." You muttered with a soft smile. He only shook his head. "I would do anything to ensure that my doll is happy."

You spent the night in his arms, both of you sleeping peacefully. He finally has found his time stopper.

(Bonus: Diavolo nodded at the words that his butler said. "Go ahead and be with them. They need you more than me. I will be holding a halt on the school until we find the suspects." Barbatos nodded at the Lords words, thanking him before leaving. The next week, school was out for an unexpected break, and when it came back, four students were never to be found again.)

Simeon

You stood shocked at the pain on your left cheek, Simeon stood in front of you, his angelic form out in a protective manor. Scaring off the offensive demon, Simeon quickly went to his normal form and turned to you. "MC?" He said softly, not trying to startle you. His soft gloved hand grabbed yours, you looked into his beautiful eyes with admiration. "How are you fee-" his attempt to ask you how you were doing was interrupted. "You're beautiful." You blurted out at him, his eyes widened at the compliment. "My sun, thank you for the compliment, but that is by no means what we should be focusing on."

He softly dragged you to Purgatory Hall. Luckily, everyone was out and about. Letting the two of you have some alone time, it was silent, the rooms air was thick. "Simeon, what's going on?" You whined out, trying to grasp him from his thoughts. He let out a sigh before looking back at your face, frowning at the small bruise. "Dear, I couldn't protect you from being hit. I am supposed to be your guardian angel, yet I couldn't save you...." His fingers slightly traced your bruise before he pressed his lips on the injury. The dark mark on your face immediately started to heal at his delicate lips.

"Sim look at me." You said softly, his blue irises looked into your eyes. "You just healed me with a kiss. You didn't know that was going to happen. You're still my guardian angel, but most importantly, you're my boyfriend." You smiled softly, hugging his chest. "Plus.... your wings literally lit up half the fucking area." You giggled softly, his lips went into an endearing smile. "You truly find it that beautiful?" He asked you, and you quickly nodded your head. "Well, it's all yours."

(Bonus: the rest of the Purgatory Hall made it back, shocked to see Simeons wings. All of them other than Raphael gasped. "What's the occasion?!" Solomon asked, Luke nodded quickly, doing cute jumps. "Ah, there was an incident. They saw my form and loved it." Simeon said softly, laughing at Luke's reactions. "What incident?! A pesky demon, I bet!" The kid said, causing you to nod. "Yeah, he hit m-" your mouth was covered by your boyfriends hands. You peered up to the other three, Luke had an out of character dark aura, Solomon had a torture book floating around him, and Raphaels spears were out. Shit.)

Solomon

His eyes locked onto your unconscious body, he looked up only to find one of the demons he has a pact with. "Uh,- Sir it was just-" the demon was thrown to the ground immediately "silence." Solomon's voice said, deep and scarily, using the pact to his advantage, people gathered around. "So I assume you don't know who they are, hm?" He said with an amusing tune, his brown eyes piercing into the demon's eyes. The demon shook his head vigorously "Well. Too bad."

The air around the sorcerer got thick, his eyes glowing with magic. "Let this be a message to everyone, Never. Ever. Lay your grotesque hands on, my spouse."

The demon was quickly eliminated, Solomon lifted your limp body and ran to Purgatory Hall, once he made it inside he quickly placed some healing spells on your body. The large bruise on your face shrunk, and he furrowed his eyebrows softly, kissing the now small bruise. "I will never let anyone lay their hands on you again.... sleep well, my beloved."

When you woke up his eyes shot towards yours, "Hey hey, how are you feeling?" His hand grabbed yours, "I'm alright, uh.. what happened?" You asked with a groan, causing him to have a small smile, "Don't worry about it okay? It's all taken care of now." His thumb ran across your knuckles, "Come on Luke was worried sick."

(Bonus: when you walked out of Solomons's room, the sweet smell of the living room filled your nostrils. Hundreds of baked goods filled the space. "MC!" The blonde angel yelled, before launching himself into your arms, "You're alive... grr I swear I'll.... I'll get those demons to pay!" He said, he let out a soft sigh before grabbing a plate. "I uh.... stressed bake I made you your favorite......*)

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:) what's your favorite dessert? I like plain cheesecake

#obey me #obey me x reader #diavolo x reader #barbatos x reader #simeon x reader #solomon x reader

[the-likesofus]

Buddie Fic Recs

AKA Talented Mutuals Tuesday

Except I spent so long making this list that the timezones changed over BUT I wanted to show my mutuals some love and now that we are going into the hiatus I thought you might all like a list of quality fics to keep you occupied while there is no new Weewoo show. 

I don't know if anyone will actually want to join in on this but if you do the rules are simple:

SHOW YOUR MUTUALS SOME LOVE! Share your favourite fics, (or gifs, edits, literally anything that your very talented mutuals have made), as many or as few as you like but let's share the love around <3

Apologises in advance for the long post btw

@speaknowdiaz I would literally read anything that April writes and would probably sell a limb for the incredible WIPs I know she's still cooking up but here are a couple of my faves:

pining and anticipation (I don't want you like a best friend)

Buck challenges Eddie to try to hit on him after teasing Eddie for not having any ‘game’. This fic is very funny and very soft.

believe in one thing (i won't go away)

This fic hit me straight in the feels. Buck and Eddie go to couples therapy even though they aren't a couple and they work through some stuff.

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@thosetwofirefighters Incredible amazing Nat ily xx

Say It All Out Loud

Eddie comes out to Aunt Pepa after his ‘date’ with Vanessa. I am a little bit biased towards this one because she did write it for me but it's honestly just so good!

How to Cure Boredom: Buckley Edition

The 118 are stuck at the firehouse during a slow shift and Buck entertains them all by mattress-surfing the loft stairs. It’s soft and silly and in the same universe as her other fic Safe in His Arms.

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@loveyourownsmiilee The wonderful amazing Juju not only writes incredible meta and keeps us all fed with Oliver content but Juju also writes wonderful buddie fic. 

When Were You Under Me?

Who doesn’t love a Friends AU. This is Buck and Eddie as Ross and Rachel and it is hilarious and so sweet. 

You should also check out her Buddie Language Meta if you have not read it before <3

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@elvensorceress Jenwyn’s work always astounds me so be sure to check these out:

Color Him Father, Color Him Love

I will scream from the rafters how much I adore this fic and yes it did make me cry (happy tears). It’s a look into Buck’s head after his sperm donor kid is born and he realizes what Christopher (and Eddie) truly mean to him. I know I have recced this before but it deserves all the love. 

Unless You Ask Me To

Eddie dates a man for the first time, and Buck is completely 'Fine'. This is a preemptive rec because it is one chapter away from completion and I have been saving it to binge in one sitting but knowing Jenwyn and her incredible talent I guarantee this will be worth the read. 

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@spotsandsocks If anyone’s work is guaranteed to make me sob like a baby (happy, sad, or tears of laughter) it’s Spotty. 

Everything But (temptation)

This is Spotty’s newest fic and it's just brilliant. Buck is practicing extreme self-control whilst Eddie is being an irresistible menace. 

Could Have, Should Have, Would Have

Buck finally tells Eddie he loves him right before Eddie’s new boyfriend is supposed to meet Christopher. Honestly, all I can say about this fic is that it’s a masterpiece and I screamed many times while reading it. 

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@shortsighted-owl Wonderful amazing Owly (Abbi). I appreciate you so and you make my dash so happy xx

Of foam-moustached kisses, and button combinations

For all your sweet domestic buddie needs this is the fic. Eddie is practicing a video game to get better than Chris and Buck makes fun of his ex-technophobe boyfriend. 

Also THIS EDIT SET to the lyrics of You’re All That I Have by Snow Patrol make me assdffgghjjklkll

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@lilbuddie Okay, this one is just a brag because Minja doesn’t actually have any fics published yet (side eye) but I wanna make sure she is on everyone’s radar for when she does because yall are not ready for the incredible amazing talent that is this girl’s writing!! So go check out the snippets on her Tumblr and badger her until she finishes something plssssss

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@wheelsupin-five Hi! <3

Almost Almost Almost

This adorable of Buck who is always cold and Eddie warms him up I– asfffghhjkklllll

Under Kitchen Light

SO SOFT! Buck wakes up and Eddie isn't there, Buck finds him in the kitchen. 

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@rogerzsteven Simi owns my heart and by that I mean my heart is locked in a cage in Simi’s basement where it is occasionally beaten to a pulp by the most incredibly angsty fics you've ever read.

Cleanse

Buck is extremely nauseous and Eddie takes care of him while I sob over them in a corner.

build me a home underground (free from light and sound)

This fic is so brutal in all the best ways, my heart was in my throat the entire read! Buck gets trapped in a sensory deprivation room while the 118 and Athena race to find him. 

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@ashavahishta another incredibly talented mutual of mine

out of ashes

Is it really a Meegs rec list if I don’t rec this fic honestly it's engraved on my soul. This is a criminal minds/greys inspired fic where Buck is kidnapped and tortured until the 118 can find him. This fic is so so well written and means a million things to me I could never explain but pleaseeeee read it!! 

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@jobairdxx hello lovely xx

Oh, We Pray to Make it Through the Night

Highly recommend this fic, I do love a near-death experience fic! Buck gets injured on a call and Eddie falls asleep holding vigil at his bedside. 

Jules also writes beautiful poetry on Tumblr so go read some of that too <3

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@monsterrae1 MISS RAE! YOU INCREDIBLE THING! <3

love is on its way

I know we’re all a little bit in mourning over the couch theory but it lives on in our hearts and in this fic which has six moments between Buck and Eddie on the Diaz couch (and she’s a wee bit spicy too).

Buck's café (take my heart, just not my order)

Coffee Shop AU. Buck runs the shop where the 118 order all their drinks on shift. I absolutely adore this fic! 

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@alyxmastershipper RYAN!! INCREDIBLY TALENTED MUTUAL THAT YOU ARE!! 

there's always been a rainbow hangin' over your head

If “aasdsdfghhjkl” was a person it was me reading this fic. Eddie comes out to Buck, receives a quirky mug, and gets together with the love of his life. In that order.

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@bekkachaos Wonderful, amazing Bekka xxx

lose yourself in the feeling

I am a sucker for ‘accidental kisses’ and this was just wonderful. Buck is so excited about Maddie and Chim getting engaged that he kisses Eddie when he tells him. 

start me up, open my eyes

Okay, the mild sexual content tag is a lie, nothing has ever been closer to smut without actually being smut than this fic, I have never been so wound up reading a fic. Bekka builds the tension so so well. 

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@sibylsleaves honestly I'm still a little in shock that we're mutuals now so please excuse me while I fangirl over your incredible writing!

with a bird at your door

Eddie starts spending all his time with Buck. Which would be fine if it weren't for the fact that Buck is in love with him. This fic is the perfect mixture of pining, angst, and a happy ending. And yes I think about this fic frequently I love it okay. 

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@mysteriouslyyounggalaxy last but certainly not least (for now). hello lovely xx

(tell the gravedigger) better dig two

Missing scenes from while eddie is trapped in the well followed by the most perfect extended reunion scene. We all know I am a sucker for fics based on the well incident, it’s literally how i started writing for buddie but omg this fic!!!! 

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Remember to share the love around and happy hiatus to you all.

Love, Meegs xxxx

#buddie #buddie fic #buddie fic recs #buddie rec list #911 fox #eddie diaz #evan ‘buck’ buckley #christopher diaz #911 buddie #eddie x buck #buck x eddie #911 fic #911 fic recs #meegs says stuff #buddie ao3 #911 ao3 #buddie recs list 4 #talented mutuals tuesday #911 abc

[bobgasm]

hide n fuck | b.f / b.b

pairing: robert “bob” floyd x f!reader x bradley “rooster” bradshaw word count: 3717 warnings: smut, nsfw [18+ only], face fucking, orgasm denial, forced orgasms, multiple orgasms, edging, anal fingering, mmf threesome, vibrating egg, multiple creampies, i think bob slaps rooster but ignore it if u think it’s ooc idk

summary: in which there’s a twist on the typical game of hide n seek

author’s note: *posts this* *runs away and hides* *obsessively checks notes for comments*

oneshot | masterlist

“It’s simple, really,” Rooster stated.

Except, it didn’t sound as ‘easy’ as he so simply put. They wanted you to insert a vibrating egg into your vagina, that they had the control to, and would alter the speed as you hid and they sought you.

It was a simple game of hide n’ seek, but with a twist. There was always a twist with Rooster, but you didn’t think Bob would go along with it, and this one certainly took the cake.

You eyed the pink device that Bob awkwardly held with skeptical curiosity.

“And if you find me because I’m making noise, you get to fuck me?” You clarified.

They both shared a look, grinning before looking back at you. Their eyes were hooded and dark with lust. A challenging look flickered in Bob’s eyes in an almost silent dare to protest, but as you shuffled in your spot, pinned beneath his gaze, no argument left your lips.

“That’s the plan,” he said, taking his bottom lip between his teeth.

“You could’ve just said you wanted to fuck me,” You replied. “You didn’t have to put in all this effort.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Rooster grinned mischievously and gave the egg a shake in your direction. “Can we watch you put it in?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” You teased, throwing his own words back at him and grabbing the egg.

You made quick work of inserting the egg in the bathroom. By the time you washed your hands and joined him again, they almost fell into the bathroom as you opened the door.

“Is it in?” Bob asked. His eyes were so dark you wanted to tell him to forget the game, but you were more curious to see how hard he’d look to find you. 

“You’ll have to find me to find out,” you replied, already dashing off as Rooster started counting loudly.

There weren’t many good hiding places in the small apartment, but you knew there was an old firewood storage cupboard beside the fireplace that they never kept any wood in. You just hoped the door would open so you could hide in there.

The egg was turned on a low setting and you almost gasped loudly, but quickly slapped a hand over your mouth. It was a pleasant vibration, but you needed to close the door to the cupboard before you let yourself enjoy it. You heard Rooster reach 30 just as the door closed tightly.

“Ready or not, we’re gonna make you cum!” They yelled, but it was muffled by the door. 

You bit your lip to stifle a laugh, or was it a moan? Either way, the vibrations had been dialed up and were driving you crazy. You squeezed your legs together tightly as you heard him slamming cupboards closed inside the house.

A small whimper left your lips as they turned the vibrations down to the lowest setting.

You slapped a hand over your mouth as you heard Bob jump on the couch and check behind it. The sound must’ve alerted him, because the next thing you knew the vibrations were cranked the whole way up.

It was stuffy in the small cubby, but your senses were on high alert. You were so turned on, and hearing the guys frantically trying to find you kept you distracted from fully enjoying the vibrating egg between your legs. 

They left it on high long enough for your body to succumb to the feeling. The tightening in the pit of your stomach grows with each passing second. You were desperate to cum, but knowing it could be taken from you at any second was torture.

Throwing caution to the wind, your hand slipped under your shirt and found your sensitive nipple. You pinched the nub between your thumb and forefinger before roughly palming your breast. Your legs pressed tightly together and bottom lip taken between your teeth.

You wanted to moan, but knew it would give your location away. You didn’t know why you were so adamant on staying quiet, when you knew the deal once they found you. Having his mouth and his hands bringing you to your high was something you’d fantasized about for months. Any time you’d used the detachable shower head to relieve your frustrations, it has always been both Rooster and Bob you’d imagined.

You were close. So fucking close. Just another minute longer and you’d be in post orgasm bliss.

It was like the fuckers knew, because the vibrations were slowly being dialed down. And with it, making your orgasm further from your reach.

You groaned. You couldn’t help it. As soon as you’d made the sound, the door had opened and you were staring stupidly at the moustached and speckled idiots. 

“Having fun in there?”

“Fuck,” you moaned. Their eyes flickered down to your chest, where your hand still gripped your breast. “Take me to bed.”

“Yeah,” Bob said dumbly, helping you out of the cubby. Rooster stood back, toying with the remote in his hands. He switched the tempo up, watching you grip tightly to Bob who was unaware he’d turned the device up again.

Bob cocked his head in questioning as you bit your lip, eyes alight with lust as you cupped his face and guided his mouth towards your own. You kissed the stupid look off his face, his arms sliding around your waist as he kissed you back without hesitation.

You felt the device get turned up once again, hands winding into Bob’s hair as a moan fell past your lips. He took the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth, tasting, teasing. He groaned as you tugged at his hair.

“Roo, get over here,” you panted.

Roster had been thoroughly enjoying the show, and almost tripped over his feet when you said his name. His hands were on you in seconds, positioning himself behind you as his hot mouth sucked kisses into your neck.

You reached a hand behind you to cup his head, tangling your hand in his hair. He slipped a hand under your shirt, slowly trailing it upwards towards your breast.

You tugged at both of their hair. Bob’s mouth muffled your laugh as they both moaned loudly. Your own shortly following as Rooster roughly palmed your breast over your bra.

“Bedroom,” Rooster mumbled against the shell of your ear. He took your hand and you took hold of Bob’s, following him down the hall to his bedroom.

When Bob closed the door, Rooster gave him a brief glance before nudging you back onto the bed. Your knees folded and you fell backwards onto the mattress, propping yourself up on your elbows so you could watch them both. Bob joined Rooster a moment later, the latter digging the remote for the vibrating egg from his pocket and offered it to Bob.

“Your turn,” Rooster tells him, wasting no time in removing his shirt before crawling onto the bed and cupping your face. You lean into his tough, lips seeking his own as you throw your leg over his waist.

You groan into Rooster’s mouth as Bob turned the device back down. Your hands explored Rooster’s back, nails lightly raking down from his shoulders to his waist. He shuddered under your touch, moaning as you sucked on his bottom lip.

You gasped in delight as the vibrations were turned up. Not enough to get you there, but enough that it was pleasant and had you rolling your hips against Rooster’s. His tongue parted your lips and he rolled you onto your back before settling between your legs. He moaned as he rolled his hips, letting you feel his bulge against your core.

You reached between your bodies to undo your pants. Rooster knelt back to help you shimmy out of your pants. Bob knelt on the bed and pressed a kiss to your ankle once Rooster dropped the material to the floor. He copied Bob’s actions on your opposite ankle. Your eyes fluttered open as their hands lightly teased your skin, their hot mouths trailing kisses up your legs.

“Oh, fuck,” you groaned loudly, feeling hot, wet kisses placed to your inner thigh. Your hands slipped under your shirt and quickly discarded it, along with your bra. Breasts exposed and nipples taut, Rooster was quick to attach his mouth as Bob’s fingers slipped beneath your underwear and found your swollen clit.

“She’s so wet for us, Roo.” Bob swallowed thickly, his fingers slipping through your slick folds and gripping the rubber from the device to give it a gentle tug. 

“Turn the egg up,” Rooster instructed, tongue flicking over your nipple before he began to suckle. You groaned as Bob’s fingers left your slick core to turn the device up, and you opened your eyes to see where he’d gone. He stood at the edge of the bed roughly palming his cock over his shorts.

“C’mere,” you instructed, breathing heavily as Bob knelt beside your head. You tugged his shorts down to free his cock. You gripped the base of his cock, mouth wrapping around the leaking red head. Head bobbing and hand stroking, working together to make the man moan loudly. One hand gripping your head, the other reaching down to pinch your other nipple and squeeze your breast.

You moaned and squeezed your legs together as Rooster rubbed you over your underwear. He moaned and roughly opened your legs to him, pulling your underwear to the side. His fingers rubbed circles over your clit. 

You kept stroking Bob’s cock with your hand while you moaned loudly. You were so close, so fucking close.

“Cum for us,” Rooster instructed. 

The coil in your stomach was wound so tightly you gasped when your orgasm finally crashed over you. Bob groaned, rolling his hips to fuck your fist as they both watched your body shudder and convulse on the bed. Rooster applied delicious pressure to your clit, making sure you rode your orgasm out entirely. His mouth was on your breast, while Bob continued to palm your other one.

As you came down, you started stroking Bob’s dick again. Using your thumb to tease the sensitive underside of his cock before spreading a bead of precum over the head. He hissed and his eyes flicked over to Rooster who was stroking himself. Mouth wrapped around your nipple, his eyes watching you jerk Bob off. 

You drew Rooster’s head up so you could kiss him. His mouth was soft and hesitant, and it would’ve been sweet if you didn’t also have Bob’s dick in your hand. You reached down to palm him over his pants and he groaned appreciatively. His hand winding into your hair as tilting your head back, deepening the kiss. He reached up without second thought and wrapped his and around yours, stroking Bob’s dick with you.

“Fuck,” Bob stammered. 

Rooster teased the head of Bob’s dick while you stroked it. Your other hand slipped under the waistband of Rooster’s shorts, fingers wrapping around the length of his dick and giving it a few teasing strokes. He moaned into your mouth before sucking on your bottom lip. 

Bob moved down the bed and you felt his hands tugging at your underwear. You lifted your ass and let him slide them off.

“Dude, you’re the only one still wearing clothes,” Bob took the time to make a dig. “Get naked.”

“Fuck you,” Rooster retorted.

“Not this time,” Bob replied just as quickly.

You laughed at the interaction, but it quickly turned into a moan when you felt Bob spread your legs and tug gently at the egg still sitting snugly inside you. You took your lip between your teeth as he pulled it out. Only taking a second to pause before his mouth was on you like a man starved. Tasting and licking and sucking.

You gasped as he took the time to lap at your clit, hands fisting the bed sheets beneath you. He hummed against your core, sending shockwaves through your entirety.

Rooster watched from beside the bed, bottom lip taken between his teeth while he stroked his cock. For now, he was enjoying the show, but you caught his eye and beckoned him over. You wanted to touch him, taste him, kiss him again. Bob teased two fingers at your entrance, making you throw your head back as he pushed them in and hooked them up, stroking the spongy inner wall.

“Think you found her g-spot,” Rooster teased, he locked eyes with Bob in acknowledgement before turning his attention back to your face. He cupped your cheek and leant down to seal your mouth with his, capturing the moan waiting on your lips. 

You reached for his cock as he parted from your kiss, shuffling closer so you could take him in your mouth. You taste the precum on his tip and tongue his slit, looking up at him as you take him further into your mouth. He’s got a hand wound in your hair, the other still cupping your cheek.

“That’s it, baby. Take my cock,” he praises. You feel Bob moan against you, continuing to stroke that spot inside you that has your vision clouding over.

“Good little cocksucker, huh Roo?” Bob asked as his fingers continue to work you over. “Such a pretty little slut.”

You can’t talk. Your mouth is stuffed full of Rooster, while Bob adds a third finger. Even if you wanted to talk, it’d be to tell them to fuck you. Use you. You’re so desperate to be stretched and filled and they’re taking their sweet ass time.

“You want to fuck her first?” Rooster asks. Your eyes almost roll back into your head at the suggestion.

Bob groaned and removed his fingers as Rooster’s dick slipped from your mouth. You whimper at the loss, but soon their hands are on your body, adjusting you on the bed. Rooster wastes no time pumping his cock a couple of times before tapping the head against your lips, silently asking you to open your mouth.

Your head hangs off the bed, and the second you opened your mouth, he was touching the back of your throat. Releasing a high pitched moan that Bob laughed at. 

“Such a fucking porn star,” he teased, positioning the head of his cock at your slick entrance. You hadn’t seen it, but he’d used your arousal on his fingers to slick up his cock, and before you knew it, he’d slipped you the tip.

“Like you don’t moan like that when I suck your cock,” Rooster retorted, and you hear a slap ring out but the sting never comes.

Tears still prickle the corner of your eyes, purely because the angle of your head off the bed and Rooster’s cock deep in your mouth is making you start to gag. You want to gag, but he’s withdrawing just enough so you can catch your breath. 

“Fuck you,” Bob replied, reaching up to cup Rooster’s cheek that he’d just slapped and pulling him in for a kiss as he bottomed out inside you. He groaned as Rooster slipped his tongue in his mouth, and together they started rocking their hips.

You could hear the moaning and kissing, and groaned long and low as Rooster’s tip reached the back of your throat again. A warning. You felt overwhelmed. The way your jaw was open so wide to accommodate Rooster’s size, the snap of his hips each time he bottomed out. The ache low in your stomach as Bob bent your legs further back so he could reach deeper inside you.

Fuck. 

It was almost too much. Too much happening to you. Too much knowing they were making out and you couldn’t see a goddamn thing. Even if you could open your eyes, all you’d see would be Rooster’s balls and ass.

So you tempted fate.

You reached up to cup his balls with one hand and gathered some spit from your mouth with the other. He stilled as he felt your finger prodding the puckered muscle of his ass, but it was the moan you were waiting for. The gasp and high pitched wail he’d released earlier that you were looking for.

It was like Bob knew why Rooster had tended up, because he’d parted from the kiss with a wicked grin and pressed himself down on top of you. You felt his mouth on your neck as he let a hand wander to join yours, making you push past that tight muscle until you’d reached the first knuckle.

“How you feelin’, big guy?” Bob taunted.

Rooster panted above them. “More,” he pleaded. He reached for the bottle of lube on the nightstand and Bob took it from him. He was quite content to be balls deep inside you, unmoving, while Rooster slowly got his cock sucked. He knew you were less impressed by the way you kept grinding up against him and wrapping your legs around his waist, but he quickly lubed up your fingers before gripping your hips and giving you a hard thrust.

Rooster’s knees almost buckled as you whimpered around his cock and coughed out a gag, but when you pressed your slicked fingers against his tight hole he stilled again.

“Good girl,” he praised, wrapping a hand around your throat and applying light pressure. “When I squeeze, you go deeper. If I squeeze and you’re knuckle deep, add another finger and start again.”

Bob chuckled, glad he wasn’t the one on the end of Rooster’s orders for once. Finding a delicious rhythm and feeling your walls clench around him each time his cock brushed that spot inside you that had your toes curling. He enjoyed marking your chest with small little hickies, and dropped a hand between your bodies to circle your clit.

You were so close you didn’t feel Rooster applying pressure to your throat. Instead, he gave a few unrelenting thrusts to make you gag before you got the message.

When you came this time, you almost blacked out. It was Bob that kept you conscious. 

“Fuck, baby. Cum on my cock. Fuck, that’s it. Fucking milk my cock, baby, I’m so close. So fucking close.”

He stilled as he came, filling you up as you pulsated around him. He groaned loudly and dropped his head to your chest, nuzzling against your breast and taking your nipple into his mouth.

You don’t know how you’d changed positions, but you didn’t care in the slightest. You were now on your knees, with Rooster’s face buried between your ass and his fingers fucking Bob’s cum back inside you. Bob was half under you, half off the bed, with his hands in your hair and his tongue deep in your mouth. You struggled to stay upright, but neither man seemed to care too much about that. Bob enjoyed the weight of you pressed against him, and it made Rooster bury his face and fingers even deeper.

You whined at the loss of Rooster’s tongue in your ass and his fingers from your cunt, but soon felt those same digits pressing against your tight rim and the head of his thick cock between your legs.

“You got one more orgasm for me, baby?” Rooster asked, and you tried to move away as his fingers breached the tight muscle of your ass. His free hand gripped your hip and held you in place as his fingers and his cock stretched your holes.

“It’s too much,” you whimpered. Bob brushed some hair from your face.

“You can give us one more,” he told you. “Show Rooster how good it feels to cum inside you while you’re coming on his cock.”

Rooster groaned as you tensed at Bob’s words.

“I can’t,” you blubbered. Bob wiped away the tear that fell from your eye. “It–I, fuck.”

“You feel so good, baby,” Rooster praised. “So fucking tight. So fucking wet. I’m already so close, babygirl.”

“Fuck me, Roo,” you pleaded. Your head was a mess, but your body betrayed you. This was better than any fantasy you could’ve imagined. Now it was coming true, and you needed Rooster to finish inside you too. You needed to have them both.

“I knew you were a good little slut,” Bob teased. “So desperate for our cocks. Our cum. But you’re not gonna cum again, are you, babygirl?”

You whimpered at his words. At Rooster’s agonizingly slow pace. At the burn of your body around his cock and his fingers. You needed it. You needed to cum again already.

“Please,” you begged. “Please, I need to. I need it. Please, fuck, I need to cum.”

“What do you think, Roo?” 

Rooster was barely keeping it together. He was close, and he knew exactly what Bob was doing.

“You can do better, babygirl,” he goaded.

“Fuck, Roo. I need to cum on your cock. Need to milk your cock and feel you cum inside me. Want you to cum inside me like Bob. I need you both, please. Please. I need to cum.”

Both men groaned at the admission as the filth spilled from your mouth.

“You want me to cum inside you, babygirl?” Rooster asked, struggling to keep from coming right then and there.

“Deep inside me, Roo.”

“Then cum on his cock, babygirl. Show us how much of a slut you really are,” Bob instructed.

He reached down and toyed with your clit as Rooster picked up the pace. Hard, fast, unrelenting. You came hard, your orgasm bursting through you and coating Rooster’s thighs. He gripped your his tightly as he bottomed out and let you milk his orgasm from him.

“Fucking hell, babygirl. You’re fucking amazing,” Rooster panted, taking a second to make sure you were okay before pulling out. Bob pulled you into his side and Rooster nuzzled up behind you, moving your hand from your neck so he could press a few sweet kisses behind your ear. “Never knew you could squirt.”

“Neither did I,” you replied, struggling to keep your eyes open. “I’m so tired.”

“You did good, baby,” Bob assured you. “We’ll be here when you wake up.”

The last thing you remember before falling asleep was Rooster wishing you “sweet dreams, babygirl,” and you hoped there would be more nights like this. 

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[palajae]

hypegirl! | two.

PAIRING ▸ soccer player! niki x afab! reader

GENRE ▸ soccerl! au, roommates!au, romance, fluff, angst, humor

WORD COUNT ▸ 3.2k

SUMMARY ▸ all you want is to join the boys’ soccer team. all niki wants is to get minji’s attention. as roommates, what better than to strike a deal and help each other out? nothing really, except for one glaring issue: your blossoming feelings for said roommate. oh, and the fact that you’re technically supposed to be your brother, kim sunoo. 

AKA a hopefully more sfw version of she's the man? 

NOTES ▸ based off she’s the man (2006), reader is sunoo's sister and pretends to be her brother sunoo, mentions of porta pottys? —let me know if there’s any typos!

masterlist. | next.

ESTIMATED TIME OF ARRIVAL… 

you’re kidding. 

not only were team selections in two days, sunoo (the real one) had just texted you that there was a fair tomorrow. 

with both the soccer camp and your (his?) music camp in attendance. the soccer players were allowed free entrance as it was their day off, while musicians from the band camp were invited to perform and volunteer amidst all the activity. 

“h-hey, niki.” you call out while still texting your brother. “have you heard about some fair tomorrow?”

he sits up. “oh yeah. i was just talking to jay about it. our group is gonna go. it’d be a great chance for you to bond with the other members of the team. you know, brownie points or whatever it’s called.”

you pretend to look excited, “oh yeah, of course!”

your face drains of color. 

because there was one problem: sunoo had several activities he volunteered for, no backouts allowed. 

and he was currently sick. with a stomach bug or something. 

you violently typed back to him telling him to cancel, but the freaking guy already told his band leaders that someone else would be there to fill in for him.

you slap a hand to your forehead. there’s no way you have to fill in for both you and your brother. there’s no way you can be two people tomorrow. 

well, it actually turns out that you can. after shoving the fake eyebrows, makeup, and clothes needed to transform appearances into your trusty bag, you make it. 

with a bonus, the dress from your mother that sunoo gets a friend to deliver to you. 

you meekly follow behind niki’s teammates as they enter the fair, tension high. 

you’re already sweating and the sun wasn’t even out yet. 

you jump when niki swings an arm around you. face burning, you can only nod when he says, “don’t worry and just have fun. the other guys will warm up to you real fast.” 

as kim sunoo, a guy hanging out with niki and his group, you realize you are doomed. 

the whole time the boys go on rides, play games and hang out, you’re checking the time. oh shoot, your eyes widen. you’re supposed to be at the dunking station right now. 

“crap, i gotta use the restroom. be back soon, sorry guys-!” 

you dash off without another word, leaving the team to exchange weird looks. 

you fly towards the nearest, nastiest, portable toilet. you’ve never gotten ready that fast in your life. wig off, makeup removed and reapplied, and annoying clothes sent by mother on. 

you run to your post, gasping. “hi, i’m here filling in for sunoo?” 

without a second of hesitation, you’re dragged into volunteer work. 

as soon as things get slow, you make an excuse to use the restroom. 

you bust out of the stall with sweat dripping down your face, probably ruining your makeup. coming to a screeching halt, you almost curse. you forgot to take your makeup off. 

exhaling, you walk out again. you’re pretty sure you got some weird looks coming out of the stall—appearance entirely different. 

“sunoo! there you are.” you catch up to the guys, acting normal as if you weren’t just a different person five minutes ago. 

“we were wondering what was taking so long. you okay?” the concern in niki’s eyes makes you glance away. 

“i think it was the burrito from yesterday…” 

not even thirty minutes later are you checking the time and making an excuse to go again.

“dang, was it really that bad?”

embarrassment fills your body at the thought that all the guys on one of the best soccer teams have to see you like this. were your chances ruined? 

“i’m super sorry but i really need to go-“

they watch as you scramble away. 

niki frowns, “sunoo’s not normally like this. i wonder if he’s okay.” 

and then you are you again. this time, wearing your dumb preppy outfit, handing out dumb fliers for the camp you weren’t even attending. the camp that you tried your hardest to avoid. 

you pull down your stiff, short skirt while handing out snacks and water bottles to people walking by. as you turn to grab more snacks, you hear the volunteers next to you begin to whisper. 

“i think they’re from the soccer camp. wow, isn’t he really tall?”

“—kinda cute?”

your eyes widen. no way, could they be talking about?

you turn and see, of course, niki and the rest of your group. 

all approaching the table you were currently standing out. beginning to freak out, you have second thoughts about running away again. you abruptly turn away, pretending to organize the snacks that needed no organizing. 

what if they recognize you? what if-

“hey.” 

you come back to your senses, seeing a shy niki—of all people—in front of you. 

you avoid eye contact, praying and hoping he doesn’t recognize you. nervously, you run a hand through your hair and give a bottle to him. 

“hi.” 

when your hand brushes against his, your breath hitches. you can certainly feel his dark orbs bore into yours. but he’s not letting go and neither are you. 

“thanks,” he says softly. you nod, trying to keep your gaze on the ground.

remembering where you are, you quickly snatch your hand back. but of course, your nerves get the best of you and cause you to knock into a pile of water bottles in the process. 

they all fall and you jump, startled at the noise. niki chuckles as you scramble to set it back up. 

of course, niki being niki has to help you set it back up. you can feel the tension in the air and it makes your hands tremble. 

as you reach for the last bottle, his hand lands on top of yours again.

eyes widening, you finally make eye contact. 

then his eyebrows furrow. shoot. 

“have we met before?” 

you begin to laugh nervously and clear your throat. you had gotten too used to speaking in a deeper voice to him. 

“m-me? i don’t think so.”

if anything, it feels like he stares deeper into your eyes, “you look really familiar. are you sure-?” 

you nod frantically. “i’m pretty sure we haven’t met before.” 

“oh, okay,” strands of hair fall into his eyes and you resist the urge to fix it, “i’m riki.”

“riki?” you voice aloud, and he laughs again. 

“yeah. are you gonna tell me yours or am i just gonna have to call you clumsy girl?” 

you say it, albeit hesitantly, but you being the idiot you were since day one, you tell him your full name. 

his eyes widen, “no way, are you—“ 

that’s when you know you messed up. 

“—kim sunoo’s sister?” 

you let out a painful laugh, “oh, that’s not-“

“that must be why you looked so familiar. you and your brother look really alike!” his reaction was so genuine that you’re actually embarrassed at how you laughed like a middle schooler. 

niki suddenly frowns, looking around. 

“you know, he was with us a few minutes ago but-“

you really need to get out of here before he finds out, you think as your heart pounds.

“if you’ll excuse me—“

but in your rush, you stumble in those dumb dress shoes the advisor told you to wear—that you were obviously not used to. 

you fling your arms out like a toddler trying to ice skate, and obviously, niki has to catch you in his arms like your personal prince charming. 

you stare at each other in utter silence and shock. 

“hi again?” he whispers and you suppress a smile at his utter adorableness. 

“sorry?”

niki’s arms stay wrapped around you until you clear your throat. 

“um, you can let go of me now.”

he laughs sheepishly, “yeah. o-of course, my bad.”

for a minute or two while gathering yourselves, brushing off imaginary dust, you’re not sure what to do. the butterflies in your stomach weren’t making it any better. 

“are you working here the whole time? cause like, when your shift ends, maybe we could like-?”

your eyes widen. they flick to his friends drilling holes at the two of you, some laughing and obviously hyping niki up behind his back. and then to the other volunteers eyeing you in jealousy or frustration that you weren’t doing your job, you’re not sure. 

all while you try your best to avoid jungwon’s squinty gaze. there’s no way… right?

“are you from around here?”

you softly laugh, “no, i’m here just volunteering…”

you don’t like how happy and light you feel while talking to niki, finally able to be with him him as truly yourself. 

but there’s that sinking feeling in your stomach that you try to push away. dread. like you’re going to get caught, or maybe you already were. 

you’re having such a good time just talking together that you forget about sunoo until niki brings him up again. 

“i swear your brother was with us earlier. he said he went to the restroom but i don’t know..”

you feel the light feeling fall flat, the floating you smack the concrete hard. this was reality—you had limited time with niki. 

you frown, acting all concerned. you were getting too good at that. “oh really? maybe i should go find and check on him.” 

niki starts, “i can go with you—“

“no!” you shout, before laughing hastily. 

“it’s okay. i’ll find him and come back. plus, i still have to volunteer. if i don’t, then it’s probably because i have to go back to camp…”

you see his face fall a little as he nods. “yeah, of course.” 

biting your lip, you make an impulsive decision. 

you kiss him on the cheek. 

“i’ll see you sometime?” you smile before dashing off to change. 

niki can only stares at you until he loses you in the crowd, touching the place on his cheek that you pressed your soft lips to. 

only for you to change and go back out as kim sunoo again. 

it’s not hard for you to find the group again, still in the same location. most of the guys were crowded around niki. which you expected, of course, but kim sunoo would never know that since he just came back from the restroom. 

“what’s going on?” 

all the guys, with matching grins and smirks, immediately disperse, leaving only a flustered niki. 

“niki?”

it’s hard to pretend like nothing just happened, seeing niki’s reaction made you realize just how affected you were too. 

“n-nothing. we can talk about it later.” 

you want to feel a bit hurt that he simply brushes it off, but you can feel how flushed your face is. to the point that you can’t even hold eye contact with niki for more than two seconds. 

“alright. you better keep me on that promise. let’s get back to the group.” 

you internally chide yourself for being so awkward. 

you needed to get a hold of yourself before something went wrong.

you barely slept. the dark under eye bags you sported were evident proof. you were too nervous for team decisions. 

all the fears and doubts came back. you weren’t good enough. after all, you had spent most of your life playing soccer as a hobby, never properly recognized or given the chance for more serious training. 

even more so, you weren’t even allowed at this camp. what if they found out and kicked you entirely from the camp? 

perhaps your constant shuffling in bed caused niki to wake up. 

“sunoo. why aren’t you sleeping? tomorrow’s a big day.”

you almost jolt. “sorry, did i wake you?”

“never mind that. just answer the question.” 

you gulp at his firm tone. and so you voice your fears, insecurities, and weaknesses to niki. someone and something you would have never expected doing, but you would never regret. or forget. 

“sunoo.”

“i know i probably sound dumb, and i’m being a bit irrational. or a lot,” you ramble on. 

“sunoo.” 

you sigh. “yeah?”

“relax. i think you’ll be more than fine. maybe you couldn’t tell but everyone else could—we could see your immense improvement. and more importantly, your passion and drive. you worked so hard for this. there’s nothing for you to be scared of and you know it. we all do.” 

for a minute, you’re stunned. his words hit deeper than you thought. all of the stress and anxiety, both mentally and physically, drops on you all at once. 

his next words are what get you. 

“i’m proud of you.” 

“thank you, riki. that means a lot. like, a lot.” 

and whether he heard your quiet sniffles or not, he says nothing.

before you know it, it’s morning. and before you know it, all the guys are lined up in front of the coaches. the already assigned teams get into their groups, having been on the same team for years while attending the camp. while the newbies, including you, stand off to the other side. 

you see niki nod at you encouragingly before moving to the other side of the field. 

you can feel your heart pounding in your chest. weeks had gone by, and after this day, another week would go by. the only difference would be that you would be on a team. hopefully: niki’s team. 

you didn’t even realize when it was your turn. one of the coaches turns to you with his clipboard. 

“kim. you’ve improved—immensely.” 

you’re not sure if you should take it as a compliment or insult, but you nod anyways. 

“that’s why we all decided you’re a good fit for enhypen.” 

it doesn’t hit you at first. but as the boys cheer, and you see niki with a bright smile welcoming you, your mouth drops. 

you run towards the group, arms wide open to engulf you. in your happiness you run straight into niki’s arms, causing him to let out a big oof!

the other teammates surround you two. not only you but park sunghoon and lee heeseung made it to enhypen. 

you couldn’t believe you made it. everyone else believed you were good enough to be on their team. 

niki believed. 

after they released you, calming down as the coaches finished assigning the rest of the players, you feel someone ruffle your hair. 

startled, you look up to see niki with a proud grin. it makes your heart skip a beat. “congrats,” he whispers and you nod bashfully. 

“thanks again,” you stare up at him. it was too easy to get lost into his eyes. his dark gaze always seemed to engulf you. now, and especially at the fair. 

you realize you may have been staring at each other too long when you hear clapping and cheering. they were done assigning teams. 

you both look away while niki coughs and you swallow thickly. 

that night, you can feel something different in the air. whether it was your acknowledgment of your (quite) obvious feelings for niki or something he was keeping from you, you weren’t sure. 

all you knew was you couldn’t get him off your mind after that day at the fair. you had already thought about him quite often, but niki now entered your dreams, your point of vision much more than you liked. 

especially since you were still supposed to be getting him with minji.

but it was so easy to ignore, to prevent. specifically when niki says he has something to tell you as you both get in bed. 

“well, you see- i actually- uh,” he fumbles for words and you furrow your brows. 

why was he so nervous? what was so important that he had to tell you?

“what is it?” you interrupt him impatiently. 

“i-i might’ve met your sister. the other day at, at the fair.” 

oh. oh. that’s right. you weren’t supposed to know. since you were “gone” when niki met your sister- when niki met the real you.

and he was telling you right now as if you didn’t know anything. because you aren’t supposed to know anything. 

“and, uh, she was nice. really nice. like i was surprised because i didn’t think she would be like that but uh, you know. also she looks a lot like you to the point i almost thought she was you for a sec-“

“niki. what are you trying to say?” you keep your tone nonchalant, but internally you were freaking out. 

really, what was he trying to say?

you hear a lot of rustling from his side of the room. “oh-uh, nothing. she’s cool. yeah. so like, i don’t really think about minji that much anymore?”

you must’ve blanked out for a tiny bit because you come back to niki saying 

“-you feel me?”

you clear your throat, “uh totally, man.” 

all you remember is him mentioning he wasn’t that interested in minji anymore. your eyes bulge as you sit up in bed. 

“wait, wait, wait. you’re not into minji anymore? what—why?”

“i dunno, i just find myself thinking about other things..” 

there’s no way. you’re mystified. could that mean? 

“you’re saying you’re moving on? to me-my sister?” 

“huh? wha-“ he laughs awkwardly. “i didn’t say that!” 

“no, this is a good thing! that you’re getting over her,” you say a little too eagerly, so you then clear your throat, “i mean, i guess. i just think you deserve someone better than minji.” 

niki nods although you can’t see, keeping your thoughts in mind. 

the joint conditioning between the soccer and lacrosse players were coming to an end, to your relief (and minji’s disappointment). 

“aww,” she pouts during one afternoon break, “i’m gonna miss you a lot, sunoo.”

“yeah, you were a good partner.” you smile weakly. as you leave to get more water, she frowns. 

there was no way you weren’t picking up on her signals. she wonders if she could get closer to you by asking your friends. the only person she saw around you the most-?

that’s right, nishimura riki. 

you didn't expected to be attacked by niki on the way back to the dorms. he completely forgets how much smaller and lighter you were than he imagined. his hands find their way onto your shoulders forcefully so you’re forced to make eye contact. 

your wide eyes meet his eager ones. 

“sunoo-! you won’t believe what just happened! i actually can’t believe it, is this even real?!”

“huh.” 

he lets go, to your relief. he jumps around, full of energy even though you just had a five hour practice? 

“man, i just can’t believe it still. kim minji talked to me- like to me personally!” 

he brings a hand to his forehead. 

“she knows i exist. she smiled at me.”

you can’t help the disappointment that fills you from bottom to too. 

“what? but what about the whole, you know, getting over her plan?” 

you don’t even try to hide the dismay in your voice. 

niki jumps up and down, “but minji! she finally talked to me!” 

you try your best (half heartedly) to not seem upset. but you had gotten your hopes up. maybe, just maybe, niki would be interested in you. but how could he be? 

how could he when he didn’t even know who you were? 

and how could it be minji when she didn’t even bat her eyes at him before? 

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HEY MCYTBLR HAVE YOU HEARD OF YULETIDE?

What's this? I have come once again to your dash to tell you about an exchange? Absolutely I have. And let me tell you, this one is a doozy.

Yuletide is The Big Multifandom Exchange. It is the king of exchanges. It happens every year, and the works reveal on December 25th, and de-anon on the 1st of January. Last year over 1,800 people took part in the exchange. A lot of people only do Yuletide from the roster of exchanges. It is literally so big that it's the reason we have the Ao3 matching algorithm, because the Ao3 algorithm was built to handle Yuletide, because you have to algorithm match that one, it is simply unfeasible to hand-match an exchange of this magnitude.

What makes Yuletide special is that it is an exchange for rare and tiny fandoms— specifically, fandoms with less than 1000 fics on the archive. So all these niche book fandoms that get 10 fics posted in them a year— these people sign up for Yuletide, and they get matched. And people sign up with SUCH small fandoms.

Commercials.

Tumblr posts.

Art.

Songs.

Reddit Posts.

TikTok skits.

Web comics.

Twitter threads.

Books published 30 years ago.

Anthropomorphic concepts.

Niche tv shows.

Video games.

You can look at the tag list last year to get an idea of the sort of fandoms that show up in it. I did it last year, and I signed up with two book fandoms, SMPEarth, anthropomorphic apple products, and the "humans are space orcs" tumblr post as my fandoms.

Wait, SMPearth? And yes, we have come to the point of why I am specifically talking to MCYTblr. I do the MCYT on Ao3 stats dive every month, so I happen to know that there are 35 canonized MCYT tags that are eligable, as they have less than 1000 fics.

Pirates SMP is eligable.

Ivorycello Prison Escapes is eligable.

Karmaland is eligable.

Rats SMP is eligable.

Witchcraft SMP is eligible.

New Life SMP is eligable.

SMPLive is eligable.

Mianite is eligable.

The list goes on.

So. Do you want to do Yuletide 2023 with me?

Please Please Please Please Please. It's just a 1k minimum and they give you six weeks to work on it. You don't even nead a canonical tag to nominate, you can nominated non-canon fandoms! Please Please Please so funnnnnnn.

They are in tag nominations now, so until 28 September, at 9am UTC, you can nominate the tags you want to match on. I just nominated SMPEarth Emduo and Worldbuilding. It's a fun time. Join Meeeee.

IMPORTANT TECHNICAL NOTES:

Yuletide is a BIG EXCHANGE and everyone there is very professional, but that also means that they have very specific rules for how things should be run. I would say read the rules, maybe twice, before you submit anything. If you have any questions, message me and I will do my best to answer them.

Yuletide blog here.

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(Especially take note of the stuff about disambiguation, and use mcyt best practice of using gamertag and not tax filing name, none of the | pipes and multiple names in there.)

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Nominate on the Tag Set here.

If there is something about your fandom that makes you think they might not accept it, you can explain your arguments here.

Note that people who have had over 1000 fics written about them in RPF are not eligable to be nominated in a RPF fandom, so depending on your guy, you may need to pop a message on that post to explain that Afterlife SMP is not actually Video Blogging RPF for example, and Smajor1995 (Afterlife SMP) is not the same as Smajor1995 (Empires SMP).

Go forth! Participate in a great exchange!

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It’s Draw This in Your Style (DTIYS) time again folks!!!! I’m so excited! Thank you so much for joining me on this adventure! And thank you for your contributions in making this art piece! I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE THE ART YOU MAKE!!!!

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[jennay]

Honey Bee

An: I think this is the end for Honey Bee. Thanks to everyone who went on this journey with me. I'm sad but happy and I'm sure I'll update with new chapters periodically maybe showing glimpses into their future if you guys would like that

parts: 1/2/3/4/5

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You sank into the plush cushions of the couch, captivated by the bright TV screen, where Noah was immersed in a game he swore was fun. You had no clue what he was doing, but it was amusing to watch him. You had spent the previous night binge-watching movies with him, and after a few glasses of wine, he persuaded you to stay over, saying it was too dangerous to drive.

You agreed without a second thought since his bed was the most heavenly you had ever slept in. You felt like you were floating in a cloud of softness and warmth.

You just wanted to chill until your head cleared, and you felt more alert. You weren't hungover, but you could feel the weight in your eyelids. Noah offered to make breakfast, but you declined, toasting a bagel and spreading some cream cheese. You thought it was perfect for a lazy morning.

The front door squeaked open - and your muscles tensed. Your stomach twisted as if you had been hit. Your eyes darted to Noah and back to the opening door. Jolly. He wasn't supposed to be back this early. Noah promised that Jolly wouldn't be home until midnight. So why - why was he standing there?

Your eyes widened, and you leaped from the couch - your heart hammering and your palms clammy. You felt your food rising in your throat. You had tried hard to hide your feelings like this, but you were caught off guard and had no time to brace yourself.

Jolly smiled, unable to act like he wasn't happy to see you, and opened his mouth to say something, but you glowered at him. You took a deep breath and walked past him without a word, pretending you didn't see his confused expression.

You felt his hand try to touch your arm, but you shook it off. You dashed up the stairs, your breath ragged and your heart thumping.

You locked eyes with Noah over the side rail - he looked stunned as if he didn't expect you to react so strongly; he thought you would've at least kept your cool. You gave him the finger, your face flushed and your eyes blazing. You barged into his room, slamming the door behind you.

"Shit, well, I tried," Noah says as he springs to his feet, joining Jolly at the door. He folds his arms over his chest and says, "Dude, please just go talk to her."

Jolly's eyes widen - if he was sleepy before, all the noise woke him up. He looks at you and then at Noah, confused. "Why is she acting like that?"

"I might have lied about when you were coming home. I'm sick of being in the middle of this. I just wanted to help." Noah laughs, unfolding his arms and slapping Jolly's shoulder. "If you would've just asked me, I would've told you I don't have feelings for y/n." He confesses, his voice sincere. "It's never been like that for us. We're just friends." He bites the inside of his cheek, wondering if he should reveal more. It couldn't hurt if he told Jolly how you felt; maybe it would give him the courage he needed. "She wants you, man. And it's been like this for years." He says, his voice dropping to a whisper. He feels a relief wash over him as he finally lets out his secret.

Jolly's eyes bulge in disbelief. "For years?" He repeats, dropping his bags on the floor with a loud thud. He felt like his ears were deceiving him.

Noah shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, "She hasn't said that directly, but if you're not a complete idiot, which you clearly are, you can see it." He growled, his voice dripping with sarcasm and annoyance. Noah wanted to slap some sense into Jolly's thick skull.

"You think I should go up there?" He asks nervously, rubbing his stubble, "It seems like she doesn't want to see me." He murmurs.

Noah shakes his head, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips, "I think my antics caught her off guard, I'll probably have to apologize to her later." He says. "She's been putting up with my shit a lot lately, man. Usually, she can get away from me by going to you, but lately, it's just been her and me." He chuckles, "I know I'm a pain in the ass."

Jolly shook his head in disbelief. "You are." He said, heading for the stairs. His feet felt heavy and sluggish as he climbed the stairs like he was walking to his execution.

Noah followed him, hoping to give him some encouragement. Noah watched as Jolly gently knocked on the door, waiting for a reply.

When he heard nothing, he cautiously opened the door - and as soon as Jolly was in, Noah dashed to the door, slamming it shut behind him and locking it from the outside.

Your throat clenched, and your lungs gasped for air when you saw Jolly standing there; you felt like a fish out of water. You jumped off the bed with a huff and ran to the door. You grabbed the handle and turned it. Shocked when it didn't budge. "Noah!" You yelled. "What the hell…"

You heard Noah laugh from the other side of the door. "I switched the lock last night, you fell right into my trap like I knew you would." He said, sounding smug.

You wanted to escape, away from Jolly, away from Noah, away from everything. "I'll unlock it when you two sort out your feelings." Noah said, sounding relaxed and indifferent. "And I have all the time in the world, so don't bother rushing." You heard his footsteps receding from the room.

You turned around to see Jolly standing there, his eyes full of guilt and sadness. He looked conflicted between wanting to comfort you and fearing your reaction. His nervousness was tangible, and you wondered what he would say.

You walked back to the bed and sat down, avoiding his gaze. You felt a knot in your stomach and a storm of emotions in your heart. "Shit." You whispered, closing your eyes and lying on your back.

You covered your eyes, wishing he would leave you alone.

You felt the mattress sink as he sat beside you and heard him exhale deeply. "You don't have to talk if you don't want to, but there are some things I think I should say." He said, sounding more assertive than you expected. "I didn't mean to hurt you." He added softly, his voice full of regret.

You let out a scornful laugh, cutting him off. "Well, you did." You snapped, feeling bitter.

"I tried to call you, and I tried to text you. You kept avoiding me and not giving me room to explain!" He says slightly, raising his voice.

You sit up, eyes landing on him with anger and disbelief. "What was there to explain? You led me on, made me think you were into me, and when I acted on it, you rejected me? You fucked with my head, Jolly!" You say, matching his tone, "Yes, I ignored you because it hurt, I still can't even think of you some days, but you're always fucking there!" You whine, standing up and pacing the room. "I wanted you; I tried showing you; I tried explaining that there was nothing with Noah. I came to Sweden FOR YOU."

Jolly stares at you, a sarcastic smile on his lips, "And then you called me and said you just wanted to be friends while I was trying to figure out how to make it up to you! I tried telling you the day you decided to fly back here, but you wanted to leave, and I know it wasn't a work thing; it was because you were mad at me and needed fucking Noah! You're always running to Noah. Do you see why I might be confused?!"

You run your hand down your face and sit in Noah's computer chair. "Do not try to put this on me, Jolly. I have been putting myself out there for years, hoping you'd take a fucking hint." You say through clenched teeth. "Why couldn't you just trust me? Instead, you made me question everything I felt for you." You say, your voice trembling with anger and pain. You can hear your heart pounding in your ears, and you wish you could calm down.

"I didn't trust myself!" He exclaims, raising his hands in frustration. "How could I trust you when I was so confused about my own feelings?" Jolly shifts his position, crossing his legs and leaning back. He doesn't look away from you, and you see the conflict in his eyes. "I tried, okay? I tried to trust you, but I just…I couldn't understand it. I thought you and Noah were perfect for each other. I saw how you two have always clicked, how he made you smile, how he always had your back. I felt like I didn't measure up. I let my fears overpower your words." His voice is at a mere whisper toward the end of his sentence. He senses your silence and goes on. "I want to fix this, but I need you to tell me what you want." He pauses, "We've been sending mixed signals, and I think it's confusing us both." He says, looking into your eyes, searching for a sign.

You rise from the chair and walk over to Jolly, sitting beside him on the bed. You lower your head, feeling hopeless. "I don't know how to fix this. I can't pretend to be just your friend. I've moved past that, but I'm afraid to jump into a real relationship with you." You say softly, your voice steady. "I'm scared that I'll do something that triggers your insecurities, and you'll assume someone else is better for me. And when I say I love you and only you, you won't believe me. I don't want those doubts in your mind to win and destroy what we have."

Jolly's lips curl into a small smile. "Love me?" He repeats, his tone curious.

You move closer to him, taking his hand in yours, "Yeah." You whisper, gazing into his eyes, "Because I do." You say, your voice is shaky. You squeeze his hand. "I need you to show me it's safe for me to be in this with you. I don't want to walk around on eggshells expecting the worst to happen. I want to wake up knowing we made the right choice." You say, your voice firm and serious. "Can you do that?"

He leans in, eyes locked onto yours, and gently cups your face with his other hand. His thumb caresses your cheek, sending shivers down your spine. You feel his warm breath on your lips as he whispers, "I can do that." He closes the gap between you, and you feel his soft lips press against yours.

The kiss is gentle and sweet but enough to make your heart flutter. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, and deepen the kiss. You feel his arm around your waist, holding you close, and you melt into him. He breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against yours, smiling and panting. You look into his eyes, and they shine with love. "I'll never get tired of that," he says, his voice filled with sincerity. He pauses, "I brought something with me." He pulls away from you and digs in his pocket, opening a small box to reveal the opal ring he'd given you before. The ring sparkles in the light. "I wanted to give it back, and this time, I want to give it to you as a promise ring. Because I promise to be here for you, to keep you safe, and to make you feel loved and secure." He holds the ring out to you, his eyes never leaving yours. "But most of all, I promise to trust you." His voice is so sincere; you can tell he means every word. You can't help but smile. You let him slide the ring back on your finger, which fits perfectly. You look at the ring, then at him, "I was hoping I'd get this back," you say, your voice soft and sweet. You lean in and kiss him gently, feeling his lips curve into a smile.

You whisper, "I'm glad you're home."

He sighs, but it's not a sign of annoyance or anger this time. It's a sound of pure bliss and relief. "Should we text Noah?" He asks, his voice soft and content.

You nod your head and pull out your phone. You type a quick message: Can you let us out now? We had wild sex on your bed and made up.

You hear a loud laugh from the hallway. "Yeah, right." Noah's voice echoes in your ears, and you see the door handle turn. "I've been sitting out here the whole time." He says, opening the door. He grins as he sees the two of you standing, Jolly's arms wrapped around your waist and holding you close, a smile on your face. The air feels lighter, and Noah is happy for you.

"I heard you leave…" You say, chuckling. "You mean to tell me you came back and eavesdropped on everything?"

"How else was I supposed to know when to let you out?" He asks, acting like you're stupid. "Let me see the ring." He says, walking over to you and grabbing your hand. He examines it, nodding his head in approval. But instead of saying anything nice, he says, "Should we order food and watch a movie? I'm emotionally drained, and I wasn't even in here." He jokes.

You and Jolly follow Noah down the stairs and into the living room, where you find a cozy spot on the couch. You cuddle up to Jolly, resting your head on his chest and wrapping your arms around him. He kisses your forehead and holds you close, making you feel safe.

Noah makes a disgusted noise and says, "Gross. Now I'm the third wheel." He flops down on the other end of the couch and grabs the remote. He asks what you want to watch, hoping to distract himself from your lovey-dovey display.

"You know I'm always up for a murder mystery or a horror movie!" You say, raising your voice to annoy them.

Noah shakes his head, "Don't make her mad, Jolly. You'd be shocked how much she knows about disposing of a corpse without leaving a trace," He jokes.

You lift your head from Jolly's chest and give Noah a menacing look. "I'll strike when you least expect it, Noah. No one is safe from me. Not even you." You say, putting on a sinister tone.

Noah throws you the remote. He wonders if you're serious sometimes. He looks at Jolly and says, "And you're willingly choosing this psychopath?"

Jolly laughs at his remark, "Yes because she's my adorable little psycho." He says, squeezing you tighter and making you giggle. "And if she chooses to murder me someday, at least I'll die happy."

Noah rolls his eyes, not impressed by Jolly's comment. "I'm gonna order Chinese food. Do you guys want the usual?" He asks, getting up from the couch.

You nod, and Noah heads to the kitchen. Jolly takes this chance to ask you something that is on his mind. "Let me take you on a real date tomorrow." He whispers in your ear, making you shiver.

You pull back, looking into his eyes, smiling as you nod in approval. "I'd love that." You say, leaning in for a kiss. He kisses you back, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer.

You hear Noah clear his throat from the kitchen, and you break the kiss, laughing. "Sorry, Noah." You say, feeling a blush on your cheeks.

Jolly smiles at you, "He'll get used to it." He says, kissing your cheek. "He has to cause I don't plan on letting you go." He says, making your heart flutter.

"And now I'm back to hating both of you, this time for all the PDA, how the tables have turned."

You throw a pillow at Noah when he sits down. "It could be worse. We could be screaming at each other still."

Noah nods and playfully rolls his eyes, "Shut up and pick a fucking movie." He rubs his temples, "I will separate you two!"

You pick up the remote and browse through the movie options. You see an horror movie and ask Noah if he's up for it.

He nods and says, "Sure, why not? Maybe it'll scare some sense into you two." He jokes, grabbing a pillow and hugging it.

You press play, and the movie starts. You watch the screen but sneak glances at Jolly, who smiles at you and kisses your hair. You know you've made the right choice. You're glad you gave him a chance and excited for tomorrow's date. You don't know what the future holds, but you know you want him to be a part of it. You squeeze his hand and whisper, "I love you."

He smiles, whispering back, "I love you too, Honey bee."

#jolly karlsson oneshot #jolly karlsson x y/n #jolly karlsson x you #jolly karlsson fluff #jolly karlsson one shot #jolly karlsson x reader #jolly karlsson fic #jolly fic #jolly karlsson fanfiction

[knoxmares]

damsel feigning distress - princess!asmo x dragon!reader

MINORS DNI

⋆⋆⋆ when vital alliances are compromised by desires to wed princess asmo, it is decided that he will be locked in a tower, which is guarded by a ruthless dragon. the one that possesses the skills to rescue him will be seen as the fair and worthy groom. little did they know, this arrangement turns out to be a very entertaining game for asmo and his newfound dragon lover.

tags: dom top amab dragon!reader, monsterfucking, mentions and brief descriptions of murder, size kink, minor shibari/bondage, one mention of double penetration and fisting, dash of objectification

Sword clatters to the floor as the gasping knight takes in the heavenly sight before him. A blanket of golden light lays delicately over the long sought princess that remains in peaceful slumber, his face serene and even more beautiful than any oral accounts. This may be a mission to secure Princess Asmo for his king, but the knight can’t help but be drawn to the bedside, thumb stroking the soft skin of his cheek. Mind fogged with adrenaline and desire, the knight can’t help but take advantage of this moment before the rest of the knights taking care of the dragon join him. He removes his helmet and lowers his head to press his lips against those of the princess that has still not stirred. Kiss slow but forceful, he soon feels a gasp beneath him. Dazed sunset eyes meet his.

“Someone came for me” his voice is soft and fragile, and the knight can only nod humbly in response. “I’m so happy. I never thought this day would come.” tears quickly gather at the corner of his eyes. “How could I ever repay your bravery?”

“I have an idea” an unfamiliar booming voice answers for him. The poor knight doesn’t even have the time to fully process his terror before large hands cup the sides of his head, an echoing sharp snap following a violent twist.

A high pitched whine escapes the lips of the princess, watery eyes now replaced with a small pout. “You could have let me have a little more fun with him.” Asmo complains. “I’ve been practicing expressions sure to inspire a final act of foolish bravery in the face of a losing battle.” You let out a low chuckle at his antics, stepping over the knight’s limp body.

“That man left his comrades to die at my hands so he could claim the glory of obtaining you for himself. Such a man doesn’t possess a brave bone in his worthless body.” Taloned hand removes the plush blanket from Asmo’s body, your eyes hungrily taking in the sight that awaits. “Besides, this sight is for me alone”

Asmo shudders as you trail a single claw down his body, the point of it grazing his skin and skipping over the ropes that are intricately knotted and crisscrossed over his torso. The only bits that are actually binding are the ones connecting his wrists in front of him.  

“You’ve been such a good boy for me today acting like the hostage you’re supposed to be. My perfect princess…” you teasingly trace the rope along his pelvis, watching his cock twitch under the thin veil of his white lace panties. “You deserve a reward”

He moans at your words, eyes practically begging for your touch as he turns himself on his side. The bed creaks as you lay beside him, large hand easily spanning his stomach. When you pull him flush up against you he immediately begins to grind on your hardening length like the needy pet he his. Your erection rubs against his ass and up half his back, a reminder of how big you are, which causes him to whimper. Adjusting your position, you guide your cock to the space between his thighs, yearning to feel his soft skin around you.

As you push your hips forward, your shaft rubs against Asmo’s balls, and the friction elicits a loud moan from the sensitive princess who throws his head back into your chest. He squeezes his thighs together in pleasure causing you to hiss as you continue to push your cock through. With hands still bound in front of him, Asmo eagerly strokes the part of your cock he can touch babbling about how he loves every inch of it. He whines about how desperately he wishes he could just feel every inch of it inside him.

“Mmmm” you grunt continuing to fuck his thighs. “That’s why you stay here, isn’t it? There’s no way any of those royal human weaklings would be able to satisfy you. Your body would just writhe pathetically, desperately seeking pleasure as they fucked you with their puny cocks. You’d only be able to get off by stroking yourself to thoughts of me I wager.”

“I’d always think of you…” Asmo gasps between his moans. “…would feel so empty…”

“Maybe I should let you go. See just how desperate you get for me after trying to mimic the pleasure my cock gives you. Maybe you’ll try taking multiple human dicks at once or perhaps a king’s fist” Images flit through your mind only making you more ravenous. Your words must have a similar effect on Asmo because his grip tightens around you and when you return him to his back, his panties are damp with cum leaking out over his skin.

Despite already cumming, he’s still eager for you, eyes lighting up when you pick his hips up off the bed to align your tip with his entrance. Wrapped up so beautifully in ropes and feeling so light in your hands, he’s like your little doll. And you push your tip into him with little regard for how he adjusts to you. His screams are nothing compared to when he first began training to take you. You had molded him quite well. Not just in terms of taking your cock but also in terms of his bloodlust.

With pride you think about how your pretty little princess fantasized about killing just as much as fucking. You think about the first time he begged you to let him do the killing. And it was a prince too. You and asmo had allowed him to think he was successful in rescuing the helpless princess only to have that same princess slit his throat right before mounting his horse. He was desperate for you that night, letting you fuck him with blood still splattered across his face.

It’s that memory that coaxes you to orgasm now, spilling into Asmo even without half your dick in him. Ever insatiable he begs you for more, and you gladly oblige. You’d do anything for your perfect princess. Your damsel feigning distress.

#dom reader #top male reader #sub asmo #top reader #obey me smut #obey me asmo x reader #cw monsterfucking #cw murder #om ☆ asmo !

[voidpetrova]

game changer — isaac lahey x reader

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content warnings and genre: swearing, violence — drama, humor

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synopsis: in isaac's eyes, there was room for only one star player on the field, and it had to be him

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the sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the beacon hills high school lacrosse field. you adjusted your gloves, gripping your lacrosse stick with a determined look. on the other end of the field, scott mccall, your loyal friend and pack leader, crouched with an equally determined expression. “ready to go?” scott called out, his brown eyes gleaming with a playful glint. you smirked, twirling your stick. “always.”

the two of you had been training like this for weeks, using your unique circumstances as both a werewolf and a skilled lacrosse player to improve both of your abilities. the goal was simple: you'd fire shots at scott, and he would do his best to block them using his reflexes. it was a friendly competition, a way to make use of your supernatural traits for fun and growth.

as the whistle blew, you dashed forward, weaving through the field with agility. with each shot, you aimed with precision, testing scott's speed and accuracy. to your satisfaction, every ball you launched found its way past him and into the net.

amid the sound of pounding footsteps and the swish of the net, you caught sight of isaac lahey watching from the sidelines. his arms were crossed over his chest, a scowl etched on his face. he'd joined the team recently, and his competitive spirit was clear in the way he observed your practice. you weren't on the team, thankfully, but knowing you had more skill than he did, werewolf or not, irkee him.

after the training session, you caught your breath and wiped the sweat from your brow. scott approached you, a grin tugging at his lips. “you're getting really good at this, you know.“

“practice makes perfect,” you replied with a shrug, though a sense of accomplishment warmed your chest.

isaac strode over, his expression tense as he looked between you and scott. “impressive shots, (y/n). but i'm guessing there's more to it than just practice.” you raised an eyebrow at him, not missing the hint of challenge in his tone. “and what makes you say that?”

isaac's eyes flickered to scott before returning to you. “you've got some secret for controlling your abilities, don't you? i've seen enough to know that much.”

you smirked, a spark of amusement dancing in your eyes. “maybe i'm just a natural.”

Isaac's jaw clenched, his frustration palpable. “just because we're in the same pack doesn't mean i won't hit you. i wanna know your secret.” you leaned in closer, your gaze locked onto his. “and why would i tell you?”

“because we're on the same team,” isaac retorted, his voice low and intense. “actually, i'm on the team. unlike you. i wonder why that is.”

you chuckled, a hint of mockery in your tone. "“so, what? you want me to give you a tutorial on how to be a better werewolf?”

“something like that,” Isaac replied through gritted teeth.

you let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. “sorry, lahey. have fun with your school's losing streak.” isaac's nostrils flared, and his fists clenched at his sides. “we'll see about that.”

isaac's departure left a trail of unresolved tension hanging in the air, but you pushed it aside for the moment. scott's voice pulled you from your thoughts as he approached, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “he's got a fire in him, doesn't he?” he mused, his gaze following isaac's retreating figure. you chuckled softly, rolling your eyes. “more like a burning obsession to know everything.”

scott laughed, clapping you on the shoulder. “well, if there's anyone who can handle his curiosity, it's you.”

“thanks, i think,” you replied with a grin.

scott's expression turned more serious. “you know, we could really use someone like you on the team. if finstock knew just how good you are—”

you raised an eyebrow, skepticism lacing your voice. “finstock? you really think he'd let a girl on the team?” scott's gaze held a mixture of determination and hope. “i've seen you play, (y/n). you're as good as any guy out there, maybe even better. and finstock can't argue with results.”

you considered his words, the idea taking root in your mind. it was true that you had always been passionate about lacrosse, and your supernatural abilities only added an extra edge to your skills. the prospect of joining the team officially was both intriguing and tempting.

“i'm not sure about this, scott,” you admitted, uncertainty in your voice. "i'm used to the taunts and the doubt." scott's grin widened. “maybe it's time to show them all what you're made of?”

you nodded slowly, a determined fire igniting within you. “maybe it is.”

as you headed off the field with scott, your thoughts were a whirlwind of possibilities. if you could prove yourself to coach finstock, if you could overcome the stereotypes and expectations, you might just change the game.

the anticipation hung heavy in the air as you stood just outside the boys' locker room, your heartbeat resonating like a drum in your chest. scott, your unwavering supporter, stood beside you with an encouraging grin. his hand rested on your shoulder, offering a silent reassurance that you could do this.

“ready for this?” he asked, his voice carrying a mix of excitement and amusement.

you took a deep breath, nerves and determination intertwining. “as ready as I'll ever be.”

with a knowing nod, scott pushed open the locker room door, and the clamor of voices abruptly hushed as you stepped in, immediately drawing everyone's attention. their gazes flickered between you and scott, a mixture of surprise and confusion on their faces.

“guys, i've got someone here who wants to join the team,” scott announced with a grin, his eyes meeting yours briefly before he addressed the others. “you all know (y/n).” a ripple of incredulous laughter swept through the room, a few snorts of disbelief mixed in. you held your head high, refusing to let their skepticism weaken your resolve.

“is this a joke?” one of the players, you had recognized as jackson, muttered, earning a chorus of chuckles.

your jaw tightened, but you forced a smile. “no joke. your team kinda sucks.”

another round of laughter echoed, but scott's amused glance conveyed his confidence in you. with a nod from him, he led the way out to the field, and you followed, the weight of their stares burning into your back. the open expanse of the lacrosse field stretched out before you, the grass vibrant beneath the setting sun. coach finstock, leaning against the goalpost, raised an eyebrow as he glanced between scott and you.

“alright, mccall, what's this all about?” finstock demanded, his tone a mix of irritation and curiosity.

“we've got a new recruit who wants to give it a shot,” scott replied, his grin unyielding.

finstock's gaze shifted to you, sizing you up with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. “a new recruit, huh? a girl, too. this is a boys' lacrosse team.”

you stood your ground, your gaze locking with finstock's. “i'm not asking for any special treatment. let me prove myself,” you paused, scanning the competition before your eyes. “your players are all a tutu and wig away from being girls, anyway.”

finstock's lips curled into a slow, skeptical smile. “tutu, huh? alright then. you want a shot? let's see what you've got.” you had to borrow gear from the lost and found bin, but you didn't complain. you weren't in any position to complain.

he blew his whistle, and the players assembled on the field. the tension was palpable, an electric charge that crackled through the air. scott gave you a reassuring nod, and the game began.

the boys moved with precision, their passes and maneuvers executed with practiced fluidity. and then, suddenly, the ball was in play. scott passed it to you, and the moment you caught it, the world around you narrowed to the field and the goalpost. with a burst of speed, you weaved through the players, your lacrosse stick an extension of your arm. the wind rushed past your ears, and your heart raced as the goalpost drew closer. you launched the ball, and it soared through the air, hitting the back of the net with a satisfying thud.

silence followed, broken only by the rustle of the grass in the wind. the players stared at you in disbelief, their expressions shifting from astonishment to something bordering on respect.

but the true test had yet to come.

as the game resumed, you found yourself against a flurry of opponents, their tackles and passes relentless. yet each time the ball came your way, you were ready. your reflexes were finely honed, and your movements were a dance of precision. you deflected every pass, anticipated every move, and when the ball was in your possession, you seized the opportunity to score.

the scoreboard began to tip in your favor, and finstock's murmurs of astonishment grew louder. but there was one player you couldn't ignore—the dark figure of isaac lahey, his eyes trained on you with a mixture of frustration and intrigue.

finally, as the game reached its climax, the ball was thrown high into the air, a chaotic scramble ensuing. it was isaac who lunged for it, his determination etched across his face. but in that moment, something ignited within you, a surge of strength that defied explanation. isaac's outstretched hand barely brushed the ball before you snatched it away, your body moving on instinct alone. and then, with a force that took even you by surprise, you pivoted and threw him over your shoulder.

time seemed to freeze as isaac sailed through the air, his expression a mix of astonishment and disbelief. the impact as he hit the ground was both satisfying and jarring, a testament to the power you hadn't realized you possessed.

the field fell into a stunned silence, punctuated by the ragged sound of isaac's breaths. coach finstock's mouth hung open, his whistle forgotten in his hand. and then, slowly, the silence gave way to a smattering of applause that grew into a roar of cheers.

finstock's eyes locked onto you, his disbelief shifting to something resembling respect. “alright, (l/n), you've got yourself a spot on this team.”

and just like that, the impossible became reality. the cheers and congratulations of your new teammates washed over you, and as you looked across the field, you caught isaac's gaze. the fire in his eyes was undeniable, but beneath it, something else simmered—a grudging respect born from the intensity of the challenge you'd just posed.

the following day, the buzz surrounding your triumphant display on the lacrosse field still hung in the air like static electricity. the halls of school seemed to crackle with an energy you couldn't ignore. as you walked into the bustling cafeteria, you were met with curious glances and hushed conversations that faded into whispers as you passed.

joining your friends at the usual table, you settled into a seat with a grin. scott, stiles, lydia, and the rest of the group greeted you with enthusiastic smiles and cheers. “(y/n), that move yesterday? It was amazing, you gotta teach me,” stiles exclaimed, his hands mimicking your throwing motion as he animatedly recounted the moment. “i swear, it was like something out of an action movie.”

you chuckled, grateful for your friends' support. “thanks, stiles. it was pretty intense.”

he continued his animated retelling, punctuating his words with dramatic gestures and exclamations. as he launched into a description of your skill, a familiar voice cut through the chatter.

“stiles, shut up,” isaac's voice broke in, his tone a mix of annoyance and exasperation.

he blinked, momentarily taken aback. “wait, what? i'm just giving credit where credit's due.”

isaac's gaze shifted to you, his eyes narrowing as they met yours. “you don't need his play-by-play, (y/n). i'm sure you're already well aware of how impressive you were.” his tone was borderline mocking.

a challenge seemed to spark between the two of you, a battle of wills and egos that went beyond the lacrosse field. scott exchanged a knowing glance with you, while the others exchanged uneasy looks.

“okay, enough of the tension,” scott interjected, attempting to diffuse the situation. “we're all friends here, right?”

lydia nodded, her lips curved into an apologetic smile. “yeah, isaac, don't rain on the parade.”

isaac's expression remained unyielding, but he finally relented with a sigh. “fine. you were decent, (l/n).” your own lips quirked into a small smile, a glint of amusement in your eyes. “thanks, isaac. coming from you, that means absolutely nothing.”

his jaw clenched, his competitiveness still evident, but there was something different in his gaze—a flicker of begrudging respect that didn't go unnoticed. he practically hunted you down with his eyes, staring you down much harder than necessary, as if he was ready to pounce at any given moment, a special type of rage coursing through his veins. “danny's been throwing all sorts of comments my way because you joined our team.” he announced, a sense of biterness detectable in his tone.

you shot him a confused look. “well, tell him you're flattered but you don't swing that way.” a wave of silence crashed over the group.

“he wasn't hitting on me, you idiot. he was threatening me.”

as lunch continued, the conversation shifted to less intense topics, and the camaraderie of the group eased the lingering tension. still, the dynamic between you and isaac had shifted, the rivalry mingling with a newfound acknowledgment of each other's abilities. and as the cafeteria buzzed around you, you couldn't help but feel that this was only the beginning of a story that would unfold with every practice, every game, and every challenge that lay ahead.

the days passed in a blur of practices, games, and schoolwork, the intensity of the lacrosse season escalating as each opponent was conquered. the rivalry between you and Isaac had taken on a life of its own, simmering beneath the surface of every interaction. there was an undeniable chemistry, a magnetic pull that went beyond the confines of the field. it was a tension that drew you together and pushed you apart in equal measure.

one evening, after a particularly grueling practice, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the field. the cool breeze rustled the grass, carrying with it a sense of anticipation that matched the electric current in the air. the field was empty now, the players gone, leaving you and Isaac alone.

“you're really something, you know,” isaac's voice broke the silence, his tone a mixture of exasperation and awe. you turned to face him, your gaze locked with his. “coming from you, i'm not sure if that's a compliment or an insult.” his lips curved into a wry smile, his eyes glittering in the fading light. “take it as you will.”

the tension between you was palpable, a living entity that seemed to crackle with every breath. in that moment, you were aware of nothing else—the world seemed to narrow to the two of you, the weight of your rivalry and attraction intertwining in a dangerous dance.

“lahey,” you began, your voice low and edged with a challenge, “you might be the most infuriating person i've ever met.” his laughter was a mix of amusement and something deeper, a hint of vulnerability that caught you off guard. “and yet, you can't seem to stay away.”

uou took a step closer, the distance between you narrowing to nothing. “maybe i'm just drawn to danger.”

his gaze was unyielding, his eyes searching yours as if seeking something hidden beneath the surface. “or maybe you're drawn to something you can't quite understand.”

a shiver ran down your spine, a tremor of uncertainty mixed with anticipation. the lines between rivalry and attraction blurred, leaving you teetering on the edge of a precipice you weren't sure you were ready to leap from.

the sound of footsteps approaching broke the spell, and you both turned to see stiles walking toward you with an expectant look. “hey, you two ready to head out?” the interruption was a jarring reminder of reality, and the tension that had woven between you and Isaac seemed to dissipate. but the unspoken connection remained, lingering in the air like an echo.

“yeah, let's go,” you replied, your voice steadier than you felt.

as you walked away from the field, you stole a final glance at isaac. there was a depth to him that you hadn't anticipated, a complexity that went beyond the competitive surface. the path ahead was uncertain, a tangled web of rivalry, attraction, and unspoken truths. but in that moment, as you looked back at him, you couldn't deny the magnetic pull that seemed to bind you together, promising an adventure neither of you could fully comprehend.

the night of the big game had arrived, the tension in the air almost tangible as the stands filled with excited spectators. the rivalry between beacon hills and their opponents crackled like electricity, amplifying the energy that flowed through the stadium. as the minutes ticked down to the final play, the score stood tied, victory within reach but just out of grasp.

on the field, you moved with a fierce determination, each shot fired with precision, each pass executed flawlessly. the spectators roared with approval as the scores climbed, the exhilaration of the game mingling with the adrenaline that pulsed through your veins. and yet, beneath the surface, there was an undercurrent of something more—a tension that seemed to draw you inexorably toward Isaac.

as the final play approached, the score remained tied, the outcome of the game hinging on this one decisive moment. the ball was in your possession, the weight of the team's hopes resting on your shoulders. the pressure was palpable, the crowd's collective breath held as you prepared to make your move.

but as you sprinted toward the goalpost, the world around you seemed to blur, isaac's figure suddenly looming in your line of sight. in a split second, the ball was intercepted, stolen away by an opposing player. the seconds that followed were a blur, the crowd's cheers turning into gasps of disbelief as the opposing team capitalized on the opening and scored, securing their victory.

the cheers of the opposing team's fans echoed through the stadium, the disappointment of your own supporters almost tangible. as the players began to disperse, a stunned silence settled over the field, punctuated only by the sound of your own ragged breathing.

frustration surged within you, a fierce anger that needed an outlet. and before you knew it, you were storming into the locker room, your heart pounding in your chest. the frustration was aimed at Isaac, the weight of his mistake, and the way it had stolen victory from the team and from you.

“isaac,” you snapped as you spotted him, his expression heavy with guilt as he stripped off his gear. he looked up, his gaze meeting yours with a mixture of surprise and resignation. “what?”

“you screwed up that play,” you hissed, the frustration seeping into your words. “we had it, and you let it slip through your fingers.”

his jaw clenched, his frustration matching your own. “oh, don't put this all on me. i wasn't the only one out there.”

“doesn't matter,” you shot back, stepping closer until you were within arm's reach of him. “you were the one who blew it.” isaac's eyes flashed with anger, his chest rising and falling with every heated breath. “you have no idea what it's like out there. you don't know the pressure.”

“i know the pressure of being on a team,” you retorted, your voices rising in a heated exchange. his expression shifted, a mixture of frustration and something else you couldn't quite place. “you don't get it. you piss me off. you're distracting.”

“distracting?” you scoffed, disbelief coloring your voice. “is that your excuse?”

his gaze bore into yours, a fierce intensity that seemed to strip away everything but the two of you in that moment. “yeah, (y/n), you distract me.”

before you could respond, he was suddenly in front of you, his hands on your waist, his lips crashing against yours in a kiss that was as fiery as it was unexpected. the world seemed to spin, the tension that had simmered between you igniting into something more, a mixture of anger, attraction, and a tangled web of emotions.

your initial surprise gave way to a fierce desire that matched his own, your hands finding their way to his hair, pulling him closer. the kiss was a tumultuous storm, a maelstrom of pent-up frustration and longing that had been building for far too long.

and then, as suddenly as it had begun, the kiss ended, leaving you both breathless and reeling. Isaac's gaze bore into yours, his eyes searching for something you weren't sure you could define.

“it's not just about distraction,” he murmured, his voice low and raw. “it's about you getting under my skin in ways i can't explain.”

the truth hung heavy in the air between you, a confession that left you both exposed and vulnerable. and as you looked into his eyes, the anger and rivalry seemed to fall away, leaving only the raw intensity of your connection.

“i don't understand this,” you admitted, your voice soft as you met his gaze. “but i can't deny that it's there.”

isaac's fingers brushed against your cheek, his touch feather-light. “maybe we don't have to understand it right now.”

before you could respond, his lips were on yours again, the kiss a mixture of desperation and longing. and as you surrendered to the pull between you, the world outside the locker room faded away, leaving only the two of you and the unspoken promise of something that had yet to be fully explored.

#teen wolf #tw #beacon hills #isaac lahey #isaac lahey fluff #isaac lahey x reader #isaac lahey smut #isaac lahey angst

[asnowfern]

Heavy Is The Head That Wears The Crown

Summary: Why hide when we can play? Haven’t we had such lovely games before? All of space and eon at your fingertips. All you need to do is pluck. ~~~ It was supposed to be gone when Nesta made the bargain with the Cauldron: her stolen powers for the knowledge to save her sister and nephew. Unfortunately, nobody told the Trove.

Rating: E, NSFW WC: 11.4k Read on AO3 Play the accompanying card game here!

Written for my dear @azriels-shadows for the @acotargiftexchange !🎁

Thank you for being such an amazing giftee!💖 You mentioned that your favourite type of fic is canon-compliant or canon-divergent with fun new problems and a dash of physical danger. Trust me when I say, I literally took that and ran for the finish line.

I honestly had such a blast writing this and I hope you enjoy it too!

A huge thank you to @reverie-tales, @wilde-knight, @damedechance for being so encouraging and amazing! Also, another huge thank you to @thelovelymadone for giving me the idea of bringing back the mercenary from ACOTAR. You guys are the best!💕💕💕

Snippet under the cut!

Stones crunched under her feet. Snow swirled at their feet as lightning cracked in the distance. They stood at the pass, the line Nesta drew on the ground was long gone with her depleted energy. The view opened up to the vast Illyrian mountains. It would have been breathtaking under any other circumstances.

The arms that would often lovingly hold Nesta trapped her in a crushing grip. The endless ache and exhaustion in her bones shifted and screamed in protest. 

“He can’t obey you, Nesta Archeron.” Her blood ran cold at the raspy voice, “he’s mine now.” 

The aged Made queen was still talking but Nesta couldn’t take her eyes off her mate. The organ in her chest twisted painfully at the glazed expression clouding vibrant hazel, every nerve in her body acutely aware of the unrelenting pressure of strong muscles on her comparatively petite frame. 

She desperately searched those familiar eyes for any signs of the male that she knew had to be fighting back. Every bit just as desperate as she was. Despair rose in her with every shallow breath as her bones threatened to give way.

“Cassian”

The name fell out in an agonised plea. With a growl, Cassian knocked her roughly to the ground, pinning her limbs down to close a rough hand around her throat. 

“Good bye, Nesta.”

Fingers tightened painfully around her neck and crushed her windpipe, filling the air with nothing but choked gasps. 

Nesta’s eyes snapped wide open, her heart pounding loudly in her ears. Walls closed in on her as she felt the same arm slung over her waist kept  her trapped in the muscled chest from her dreams. She pushed the arm roughly off her and scrambled to her feet. Her world spun, panic rising to suffocate her. Her feet stumbled backward. Anything to build distance between her and-

She froze as her brain finally caught up. 

What was she doing? This was Cassian: her mate who would rather kill himself before he allowed himself to hurt her. 

As if on cue, Cassian stirred. His voice was hoarse from sleep when he asked, “Nesta?”

She squeezed her eyes shut and brought forth her mind stilling techniques, letting the ingrained practices attempt to soothe the jungle beats of her heart. A nightmare, she reasoned with herself, nothing but a nightmare.

A slight creak of the bed, a rustle of wings.

“Nesta?” 

When Nesta opened her eyes once more, it was to a furrowed brow and clear hazel that shone with concern. The knot eased in her chest to allow a clear flow of oxygen. 

“I’m alright,” she replied shakily, “Just a nightmare.”

She resisted the urge to shudder and recoil from the gentle hand reaching out for her. But Cassian’s hand still paused midair before dropping back to his side. “Again?” 

She jerked her head before turning away to avert his perceptive gaze. She inhaled in deeply, holding her breath for three long beats before exhaling. “Go back to bed. I’ll join you later.” 

“You can read your smutty books in bed.” He commented, the edges of his lips tugged upwards lazily, “I’ll sleep just fine.”

The knee jerk response to reject the offer died at her lips at the worry in his eyes, a palpable tension set in his jaw. She nodded and let him lead her back to bed with the lightest touch on her waist. 

Hours of unresolved pining culminating into one highly fulfilling smut session later, Nesta slid back fully under the covers. Outside the windows, the tiniest glimmer of light played at the horizon. Her eyes shuttered and she heaved a soft sigh. 

A comforting warmth enveloped her back and a familiar weight wound around her waist, encasing her world in sandalwood and snowpine. “Sleep” a low rumble from right next to her said enticingly.

“We need to wake up soon.” She reminded him even as her arms reached out to press the strong arm tightly against her.

“You’re exhausted,” he soothed, sniffing her neck deeply, “Training can wait an extra hour.”

A small smile played on Nesta’s lips as she let the reassuring scent pull her down under and surrendered to blissful sleep. 

The skies were bright the next time blue-grey eyes opened to the world, the sun way too high in the sky. She palmed the cool sheets next to her and let loose a breath.

It had definitely been more than an hour. 

Nesta hurriedly put on her leathers and was half a minute from leaving the house when the main door swung open, eclipsing the doorway with the silhouette of tall muscled frame and large wings.

Cassian cocked a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He surveyed her carefully as he strode in, stopping just a step away. “Feeling better?” 

She did feel better but she retorted back anyway, “You should have woken me up for training.” 

“You needed the rest.” He insisted, “Besides…” 

He bridged the gap between them. Close enough for Nesta to see the droplet of perspiration roll down the side of his face and down the length of his neck. The apple of his throat bobbed.

One of his arms teasingly slid up, from her fingertips to her upper arm, before drawing a small knife from the many pockets of his leather, “If you wanted private lessons.” 

A familiar tension coiled and tightened in Nesta. Between her night terrors, the training, Cassian’s responsibilities in Illyria and the preparation for the mating ceremony which was less than a week away, their time together was far and few between - nothing more than quick stolen couplings.  

The dilation of his pupils pushed molten hazel that she loved deeply to the rim, his nostrils flaring slightly. With a smooth motion, he pushed her flushed against the wall, his thigh wedged hard between her legs. A delicious friction with every minuscule movement. The small knife was now held horizontally to her neck in an almost tender display. The thrill coursed through her bloodstream, directly to her core. 

His breath was hot against the arched ear, “I will be more than happy to demonstrate.”

#nessian #acotargiftexchange #nesta x cassian #nesta archeron #cassian #acosf

[milesdickpic]

Halloween with the Ohana | H.C |

This one is within the same universe as HLG!

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Happy Halloween, besties! Please be safe and have a great night! 🎃

Hangman, Phoenix, and Austin decorated the inside and outside of the house for Halloween. While you, Bradley, the boys, and Leia were passed out in your bedroom.

They were all already in their costumes. Austin was Buzz Lightyear, Phoenix was Jessie, and Hangman was Woody. 

Hangman and Austin set up the front yard with webs, spiders, signs, skeletons, ghosts, and pumpkins. The arch way leading into the house was cute and fun for the trick or treaters that would come later on.

Phoenix was hard at work decorating the inside to surprise all of you for when you woke up. 

She decorated the kitchen counters with webs and skeletons. She hung spider webs, spiders and ghosts from the ceiling. She bought an illuminating globe to shine little pumpkins and ghosts on the walls. 

Hangman and Austin joined Phoenix back inside to help with desserts and games. 

Austin created a festive snack board and some worms in dirt cups for the kids.

Hangman made spooky Jell-O shots for the adults and spooky punch for the kiddies.

Phoenix blew up black balloons and put spider webbing on them to decorate the house some more. 

After Austin and Hangman finished their contributions to the party, they got together and came up with games. The created the zombie eyeball toss, pumpkin ring toss, and they set up some toilet paper for a mummy game. 

You and Bradley finally woke up and got ready for the day. You all had a family theme, Star Wars. 

You dressed as Padme, Bradley dressed as Anakin. Bradley got Leia up and got her ready. After she was ready, you and Bradley got the boys ready while Leia got Gunner ready. 

Leia was Princess Leia. Luke was dressed as Luke, baby Bradley was dressed as BB-8, and Gunner was dressed as Chewbacca. 

Leia jumped around your room in her costume. “Momma I am so excited for trick-or-treating! Can Lukey bear and Braddie come with me?” She smiled up at you as she held onto your legs. You kissed her head. “Of course, my Leia!”

Bradley carried both of the boys down stairs while you, Leia, and Gunner trialed behind. 

“WOAH!!” Leia screamed as she saw how the down stairs was decorated. She ran over to Phoenix, Hangman, and Austin giving them all hugs.

Bradley looked around at all the decor. “Damn, you guys really out did yourselves! Are we having a party?” 

“Uh, duh, Bradshaw. We have to keep the tradition up.” Hangman laughed as he showed Leia around. 

The doorbell rang and Austin went to get it. In came Phantom, dressed as Mr. Incredible, Evelyn as Elasta-girl, Kamalani as Violet, and Kaia as Dash. 

Evelyn brought over some more goodies for the party. She made pretzel witch fingers and strawberry ghosts. 

Leia screamed as the girls came through the door. “YAY! We all get to go out together!”

As the night went on more of the pilots from work started to show up for the Halloween party. Everyone was enjoying themselves. You, Bradley, Austin, Phoenix, and Hangman brought all the kids out for trick-or-treating.

You and Bradley watched on excitedly as Leia went up to every house with three pumpkins. One for her, one for Luke, and one for baby Bradley. 

“Momma! Braddie and Lukey Bears pumpkins are full!” She ran over to you and Bradley with candy falling from their pumpkins. 

Bradley took the pumpkins and started to eat the candy from them. You slapped his arm. “What babe? They’re not old enough to eat it yet. We can’t let it go to waste?” He started to laugh.

You all made it back home to out the boys down for a nap. You all rejoined the party.

You and Bradley played some of the games and mingled with your friends.

Hangman and Austin stole Bradley for a game. Everyone made teams of three. There were 6 teams. One team member was going to be a mummy while the other two team members wrapped the one in toilet paper.

Everyone had 45 seconds to make a mummy.

Once the timer started Bradley stood still as Austin and Hangman ran around him with toilet paper.

“WHY DID WE PICK THE BIGGEST DUDE TO BE THE MUMMY?” Hangman yelled as he ran around Bradley.

“You’re the one who wanted him to be it!” Austin yelled as he sprinted in circles around Bradley.

”SHUT UP AND HURRY UP, GUYS!” Bradley yelled at the both of them.

You and Phoenix laughed as you kept track of the time. “10 Seconds!” Phoenix yelled.

“SHIT!” Hangman panicked. “SHUT UP, SERESIN. THERE ARE CHILDREN HERE!” Bradley yelled at him.

“STOP!!” Phoenix yelled. You and her went and judged the mummies. Everyone was covered completely, but Bradley. He still had a human head and his arms were ripping out of the toilet paper.

“Well I know who is getting last place.” Phoenix laughed.

Bradley looked at the guys annoyed, “You guys suck!” He started to laugh. “Now take this TP off of me and re-roll it. I am not wasting this.”

The party went on and you all danced together to the Halloween playlist.

When everyone left, you, Phoenix, and Austin started to clean up the house. You didn’t know where Bradley, Hangman, and Leia were.

The three of you finally found them, Bradley and Hangman passed out under a table with Leia and candy wrappers everywhere.

You placed a kiss on Bradley and Leia’s head. “Like father, Like Daughter. Happy Halloween, Party Animals.”

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Happy Halloween, my friends! I am sorry I haven’t been posting! And I am really sorry if this sucked 😭 I have been away for a mental health clinic and I have been so drained mentally, physically, and emotionally. I promise to be posting more soon for HLG! Thank you for being here and I love you all so much! Be safe and ALWAYS CHECK YOUR CANDY!! 👻🎃❤️

Halloween Party guests are in the comments 🎃

#His Little Girl Bradley Bradshaw x Reader #Bradley Bradshaw x Reader #Rooster Bradshaw x Reader #Rooster x Reader #Rooster x You #Bradley Bradshaw x You #Rooster Bradshaw x You #Bradley Rooster Bradshaw #Jake Hangman Seresin #Natasha Phoenix Trace #HC #Top Gun Maverick #Top Gun #TGM Cast #Roosterscockpit Originals #Milesdickpic #HLG #HLG Universe #Happy Halloween #Spooky Season #The Bradshaws #Leia Rey Vapor Bradshaw #The Bradshaw Boys #Bradshaw Twins #halloween party 2023

[carrotsnake]

Botw/Totk headcanon: Sheikah NPCs beyond Kakariko

after impa being the Last of Her Kind for nearly 20 years, we were kind of spoiled with the era of wilds sheikah. still, kakariko is known for it's older population and botw makes a point to let us know paya isn't used to seeing people her age. this post is about asking 'where are they?' and filling in the gaps. being a peaceful farming village it makes sense the younger gens would want to leave as soon as they can for some adventure.

sheikah typically have hair on the grey-to-white scale (granté proves this isn't a requirement), and unlike the past games they have a greater diversity in eye colour. below is a list of hylian npcs that look too young to have greying hair that i hc are either from kakariko, or have some sheikah ancestry.

from left to right: lecia, letty, mina, her brother mils by proxy, teli, juney, and baumar. i'll go into more detail about each under the cut, comparing them from the 2 games alongside some more headcanons. some of them i haven't found in totk yet, so i'll edit when i do.

pic on the left side is them in botw, totk on the right.

Mina is a treasure hunter looking for loot with her brother by the exchange ruins outside the great plateau. the siblings also show up in the dlc. they're trying to steal a sheikah heirloom back from the yiga hideout, though they don't know it's purpose - they just wanna sell it. in totk she walks on the path between lakeside stable and lurelin. she says that even treasure hunters deserve some fun once in a while, so we can assume she's takin' it easy. Mils, meanwhile...

...joined the zonai survey team, and moans about what tough work it is. he walks through pagos woods to the zonai ruins. he joined in the hopes it would lead him to treasure, but he hasn't had his lucky break yet. most hylians travel from stable to inn and can be assumed not to have a proper home due to the lasting effects of the calamity. this is my bias but i like to think he's talking about kakariko when he mentions home. let him grow some pumpkins and wrangle cuccos. he wishes to live a quiet life.

i find it sweet him and mina are both in faron. maybe they decided to split up and cover more ground? with mina off sunbathing and sipping mimosas in lurelin, mils got the short end of the stick again.

Baumar:

'i hope you die': lazy, cliché, unrealistic. 'i hope your favourite botw npc gets mushroomed and bowlcutted': it's scary, it's possible, it's happening to me right now. such was the fate of our poor resident shield-surfer bro from botw. known for many hit quotes such as 'let's go bamboo! yahoo!', 'shield surfing is like, totally radical, dude', and my favourite:

in botw he rides his horse on the path between serenne and snowfield stable. in totk he's part of the fashion tour-group that run around hateno village. maybe he went to hebra to show his 'wicked' surfing moves to selmie and she said 'kid, if i let you out on the slopes you'll die. sorry'. his world was completely shattered beneath him like a broken shield, so he turned to cravats and puffy short shorts to cope.

his name is similar to the hills of baumer above deya village ruins. maybe he's a descendent of the few survivors. i wonder what his ancestors are thinking now, watching what he does with the gift of life.

Teli walks between fort hateno and hateno village. He sells ancient guardian parts and even mentions he trades them with Robbie. he has a high opinion of himself and tells you he's known across hyrule for his 'roguish good looks.' in totk he's one of the men in the 'Gourmets gone missing' Penn quest that gave himself food-poisoning by riverside stable. after which he scares away some cuccos and makes you wrangle them for a sidequest. just L after L for this dashing rogue.

Juney, now famous for her rupee grinding sand seal minigame, i instantly recognised as the epic divorce woman from rito village. her attitude is just as surly as ever but they gave her a soft side. i like that every minigame location could not be further from hateno. you'll find that school someday queen.

she was a newly wed mad at her husband, jogo, for choosing a cold place for their honeymoon. he begs you to give him flint to cook some baked apples for her to save their already failing marriage.

in totk they're not together, jogo inhabits a cabin in tabantha village ruins with another woman. he didn't give her enough baked apples.

Letty walks along the path between lakeside stable and lurelin. she gives you cooking tips and that's pretty much it. i'm pretty sure i've met her as a yiga disguise more often than i've seen the real her. if anyone has found her in totk, please let me know.

Lecia is a new character in totk. she's with the research team and plays a part in the foothill stable Penn quest. she kind of looks like a grown up Koko. maybe a distant relative? but maybe she's not sheikah. maybe the sight of all those pasty naked man nips traumatised her so bad she got marie-antoinette syndrome from the shock. i haven't seen her since.

thank you if you read to the end. to clarify i'm working on some fic stuff and that entails finding npcs across the overworld to give some more lore. it's a sheikah focused fic so i needed some characters other than the kakariko residents. it's also just fun fleshing out random npcs to make the world feel more lived in. again, i'm missing some details like what mina does before you save lurelin, so i'll edit this post in the future.

#totk #totk theory #tears of the kingdom #loz sheikah #totk headcanons #loz theory #botw #sheikah #loz totk #legend of zelda #loz headcanons #totk npc #botw npc #totk mina #totk mils #totk juney #totk teli #totk baumar #totk lecia #totk letty #mils and mina #loz

[tashacee]

You said you’d made aspect of grace to be a lot whumpier at first

*Looks right*

*Looks left*

You uh, you still got that whumpier version?/j

Genuinely though, what was it originally like?

Let me look through my drive, see if i can find the rough draft lmao

Okay, turns out i still have the entire original chapter and DAMN it is whump. OOFT.

Also originally the lizalfos that killed Wild was straight up Dink. I forgot about that.

Anyway, I'll put it under the cut if you're interested :)

Wind knelt beside wild, numb, his mind refusing to process, refusing to accept the terrible truth in front of him. Around him he could see movement, hear his brothers shouting, feel someone grab his arm and try to jolt him out of his stupor, but he didn’t pay them any heed.

It didn’t matter. None of it mattered. The world had stopped turning and all the colour had been drained from the world around him

Because wild was dead. 

It had been a normal day, like any other. No, scratch that, it had been better than that. It had been a great day. The sun had been shining and despite the cool autumn morning they had all relished in it, stripping cloaks and coats and enjoying the rare day of quiet sunlight. They were crossing a wide expanse of wetlands, the sunlight reflecting off of the water as all of their boots and socks were soaked through, but despite a few token complaints, no one much minded. 

It was a good day. They were all happy and high spirited, cracking jokes and grinning and messing about, Wind most of all.

Any other day he wouldn’t have grabbed the slate from wild’s hip. Any other day he wouldn’t have cackled and dashed off, waving it in the air in the world’s most childish game of ‘keep away’ he could manage.

Wild had yowled in protest and dashed after him, but fast as the cat man was, wind had a head start and was determined to mess about in the way that only a little brother could. 

The others had joined in. When wild had been about to catch him, wind tossed the slate to wars, who nimbly caught it and took over running away, laughing all the time. Wild had been laughing too, yipping in amusement as well as giving the rumble that Wind was pretty sure was his version of swearing.

If he had really been mad, wind would have stopped. None of them would have gone on. But he was laughing. He was having fun. 

Wars three the slate to Hyrule, who threw it to Twilight, who wind feared for a moment would give it back to Wild. But the Rancher just threw it back to Wind, sticking his tongue out at his brother while the others crowed in laughter, and wind bolted off again.

It was a good day. 

And then it wasn’t. 

The lizalfos had seemed to come from nowhere. It must have been hiding in the space between some rocks, waiting for them to approach. That was the thing about black blooded monsters, they were so much more clever, so much more intelligent, and this one seemed so much more than most.

It sprang out, teeth bared, jagged blade drawn. Its eyes glowed red against the oily black of its scales, and it radiated a dark magic so thick that wind could taste it in the air. He shouted in surprise and tried to leap out of the way, but his foot caught on a submerged root and he stumbled.

He went sprawling, dropping the slate in the mud as he fell and landing face first in the water. He barely rolled over in time to miss the next blow from the lizalfos’ blade. He tried to scramble to his feet, to get his bearings. He needed to move, to defend himself - he reached for his sword but he was of kilter, his hands were shaking and he fumbled. The lizalfos swung-

And it’s bland was blocked, parried away as a massive shape dove in front of him. Wild, his sword drawn as he repelled back the creature’s blade, teeth bared and growling.

Where were the others? Where they really that far behind?

There was no time to stop, no time to think. Wind finally got his grip on his sword and shield, ready to dove in and help his brother, but it was too late.

The lizalfos swung again. Wild blocked him again with his sword, but it was an old, worn thing from his own era, and it couldn’t take the strain. The blade shattered, and seeing the opportunity, the lizalfos lunged again.

And it’s blade met fur and flesh and bone. And wild made a sound, small and breathy and pained, his eyes widening in shock.

Wind surged forwards, kicking the lizalfos backwards and swinging at it wildly as the others finally reached their position. Wars, legend, and time leapt into battle with him, pressing on the beast as behind them Hyrule rushed to wild’s side.

It was only one lizalfos. Even black blooded, it shouldn’t have been as fierce, as intelligent as it was. It shouldn’t have looked like it was smiling. It shouldn’t have cackled when time finally ran it through, and rather than dissolving to dust like a normal monster, fading away like a shadow in the sunlight. 

Something told wind that it wasn’t gone for good, but it was gone for now and that was good enough for him. Shuddering, he dropped his sword and spun around, running to where he had left Wild. He would be fine, they’d all been stabbed before, but wild was strong! He was hardy, he would be fine-

He was lying in the water, limp and unmoving. Twilight has pulled his head and shoulders onto his knees and was bent double over him, his face screwed up and sobbing. Beside him, Hyrule sat pale faced and horrified, his hands at his side. Why wasn’t he doing something? Why wasn’t he healing him? 

The fur on wild’s torso was matted with blood, the water around him stained a horrible red. He wasn’t breathing. He wasn’t breathing 

“Wild!” Wind ran forwards, grabbing his hand. “Hyrule help him! Do something!”

Hyrule just shook his head, tears beginning to slip over his cheeks. Wind knew why. He could see it plain as day, could see the gaping wound through Wild’s chest, knew that it was not an injury anyone could survive. Still, even as all of his brothers knelt around them, saw the terrible sight and understood the horrible truth, Wind could not accept it. Would not accept it. 

So he knelt there, staring at his unmoving brother, holding his hand and not caring as the frigid water soaked into his trousers.

Wild was dead, and he just couldn’t accept it.

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After Wild’s first adventure, the gifts given to him by his fellow champions had faded. His old friends had moved on, after all, their spirits finally getting to rest after so long in limbo, and one by one their gifts left the space where they had rested in his soul.

Wild was okay with this. Much as he missed them, much as he missed the powers they gave him, he was glad that they were finally at peace. 

Mipha was the last to linger, and he wasn’t really that surprised. Her caring instinct had always been strong and she had always wanted to help. 

Then the weeks turned into months. And the months turned into years. And somehow, although he couldn’t quite feel her presence, there was still a sense of… something. Something that felt like gentle healing and and glowed a soft blue. Not the presence of a spirit, but the tender touch of a blessing.

know this: that no matter how difficult this battle might get... if you—if anyone ever tries to do you harm... Then I will heal you.

Zelda theorised that it was the final gift of the Zora princess. That even though she herself had moved on, the healing power of her Grace had remained, in one form or other. Even with the scant few memories of Mipha that Wild had, he was inclined to agree.

This said, he had never been particularlykeen to try it out. Mipha’s Grace had only ever activated when he had been injured badly enough to be at the point of death, and funnily enough he wasn’t overly eager to get to that point. It was enough to feel her blessing, however strong it may be, and to know that she had found peace.

Now, though, Wild floated in a limbo.

He wasn’t entirely clear on how he had ended up in this foggy, dark place. Someone had been in danger, someone important to him, and he had acted on impulse to save them. He had saved them, this important person, he was certain of that, but in the process he had gotten himself badly hurt.

He was dying. He knew that. And something about that was familiar.

He floated there, in that dark limbo, neither warm nor cold, neither feeling pain nor comfort, neither seeing nor blind, and he wondered vaguely why he was still here. He was no longer in his body, of that he was certain, but neither was he moving on.

Why was he not moving on?

Maybe something else had to happen first.

He waited, and inside of him something soft and blue began to pulse and itch. Around his chest, he felt something begin to come together.

This was also familiar, but he was sure that whatever it was used to be faster, stronger.

Huh.

He waited, patient in the darkness, and then all of a sudden hhis awareness came back to him with a terrible clarity. He was Link - wild! - and he had been trying to save Wind. He had taken a sword to the chest to save his brother and he was dying, should be dead already - 

But swirling around him, in the soft darkness of death, was a ribbon of blue energy, oh so softly knitting his wounds together. Mipha. Her grace, her final blessing, still saving his life so long after she had left hers behind. It would take longer, without the strength of her spirit to guide the healing, and it would not be as complete as it had been in the past. It would, he knew now, save him from death.

He couldn’t believe that he had been given such a gift. If such a thing was possible in this strange, limbo space, he would have wept.

Instead he waited for an indeterminate amount of time for the healing to be done.

And then he opened his eyes.

-

Every ounce of him hurt.

It wasn’t really the nicest feeling to wake up to, but given that he was waking up at all, he didn’t really feel as if he had the right to complain. In the past when Mipha had healed him he had come around almost instantly, his wounds fully healed and his energy restored, but it didn’t look like that would be happening any more. He was saved from the brink of death, but he still had plenty of wounds that needed healed.

And damnit, they hurt.

He wanted to groan but he wasn’t quite there yet, wasn’t quite ready to fully control his body. Everything felt so heavy. Instead he focused on grounding himself, on figuring out his surroundings, on what was happening around him.

He was lying on his back, on the ground. No not quite on the ground, someone had laid out a blanket underneath him. One of his softest blankets, if he was feeling it right. Aw, guys! He couldn’t help but feel touched that they had done that for him even when-

Oh. Oh right. They probably all thought he was dead. There was no telling how long he had been out while Mipha healed him. Shit.

Well, at least he hadn’t been buried yet. He really didn’t fancy climbing out of his own grave.

Again.

He focused on more of his surroundings. He could feel someone clutching his hand, their head pressed against his knuckles as they sobbed silently. Against his other side a small figure was curled up and also crying, less silently. WInd? And maybe Twilight?

This wasn’t good. He needed to move, to tell them that he was okay. He tried to put some strength into his aching muscles but he was still too groggy, his mind felt like he was swimming through a haze, his body not obeying his orders.

In the background, he could hear the crackle of a fire, but no one was speaking. He thought that he could hear a few more people crying, and someone moving something metal, was that a ladle on a cookpot? They weren’t trying to cook, were they? It was bad enough that Wild had died, now they wanted to give themselves food poisoning?

Wild tried to move again and was not successful, but did manage to push a low whine out of his throat.

THe hand holding Wild’s tightened and the sobbing stopped abruptly. To his side, the small figure that he was certain was wind sat up, moving close to his face.

“Wild?” Wind’s voice asked, horribly rough and choked with tears.

Wild was still too weak to move, but he whined again and managed to get his eyelids to flutter, his vision blurry but just about focusing on the tear stained faces of Twilight and Wind. Hylia they looked awful, their faces pale and drawn, their hair a mess. They were both covered in blood, both red and black, and looked like it had never occurred to them to clean off.

WIld whined again, and Wind shot to his feet.

“HYRULE!” He all but screamed. “Hyrule hurry up! He’s alive! Wild’s alive!”

There was a commotion at the other side of the camp as several of the chain shouted in disbelief. Wild focused on Twilight as the rest of his brothers rushed over, managing to tilt his head to butt at his brother’s knee and rumbling softly.

Twilight’s face crumpled into a smile and he began to cry again, throwing his arms around Wild’s shoulders and burying himself into a hug. Wild couldn’t lie, it hurt, but he didn’t mind and leaned into it as best he could. On his other side, Hyrule had all but thrown himself on the ground beside him, tear-streaked and breathless, his eyes wide with hope and amazement.

Wild looked around and met his eyes, purring weakly in greeting. Hyrule gasped and covered his mouth and then set about looking over Wild’s wounds.

“Twilight.” came Warriors’ voice, thich with emotion, “Come on, you can still hold his hand but you need to sit up so Rulie can look over him.” the Captain appeared in the periphery of Wild’s vision, gently peeling the Rancher back and helping him sit up.

Twi sniffed in an extremely undignified manner and knuckled the tears from his face, laughing weakly as he took Wild’s hand again. He squeezed it, and Wild squeezed back, rumbling softly.

He could see the rest of the chain hovering around the edges of his vision, watching and waiting with baited breath as Hyrule looked over his injuries. The slash across his chest was still there, though no longer so deep, and the myriad smaller cuts and bruises across his body were still open and burning.

The familiar pulse of Hyrule’s magic began to wash across his chest, slowly closing the wound and easing the worst of the pain. While no longer life threatening, it was still deep, and clearly too much for Hyrule to heal all at once, and with the main injury more or less closed he sighed heavily and flopped down next to Wild, exhausted. He turned to look at him, his eyes heavy with exhaustion, and buried himself into his side, sobbing.

Wild purred and carefully lifted his arm to stroke Hyrules hair as the Traveller burrowed in closer to his side.

“I think.” Came legend’s voice from beside Hyrule. Wild looked around and was surprised to see that even the bitter, caustic Veteran had tear tracks down his cheeks. “I think that means that Wild is well enough for us all to give him hell for that shock.”

Wild whined softly - the slash in his chest may have closed, but he still felt sore and exhausted. But Legend was smiling as he spoke and reached down to ruffle Wild’s hair. “Glaad to have you back. Don’t know how we would have broken the news to the citizens of cat island.”

Wild snorted and shook him off. Legend cleared his throat and looked away, looking suspiciously like he was blinking back tears.

“Come on, guys, give the idiot space. He’s just come back from the dead, he doesn’t need us climbing all over him.” Legend smiled and moved away, cheeks flushed with emotion. He pulled some of the others with him, Warriors and Four and Sky all pausing to squeeze Wild’s arm, shoulder, to tell him how glad they were to have him back before retreating to the campfire. At Legend’s urging, Hyrule stumbled up too and let the Veteran guide him over to his own bedroll where he could rest properly.

Almost immediately, Wind threw himself back into Wild’s side. Wild squealed as he jostled his wounds and Time, still in his full armour, still dishevelled and battle-worn, put a hand on his shoulder. “Come on, Sailor, go easy on him.”

Wind squirmed and pulled back a little, his face tearful as he looked at Wild. “I’m so sorry.” he whispered, gently setting a slightly muddy sheikah slate next to Wild. “If I hadn’t stolen it I wouldn’t have tun on ahead and you wouldn’t have - you wouldn’t have gotten hurt-”

Wild whined and turned slightly out of Twilight’s grip to nuzzle at the sailor, ignoring the pain that flared up through his chest as he moved. Rumbling softly, he disentangled his arms from his brothers’ grips to try a shaky sign.

“All good. Not you. Me. My-” dammit, he didn’t know the word for ‘choice’. Ugh, whatever. Moving on. “Wind. Brother. Family. Safe.” that would have to do, he didn’t know any more sign and he was getting exhausted.

“The only person at fault was that damn lizard.” Time repeated soothingly. “Go and get some water, will you, Wind? WIld probably needs a drink.”

Wild nodded and gave a thumbs up, and glad to be useful, Wind dashed off.

Now alone with just Time and Twi, Wild exhaled heavily.  He understood why his brothers were so emotional, he was feeling pretty emotional himself, but he was really too tired to taake it all in.

Time sat down beside him. “You really were dead, weren’t you cub?” he asked. On wild’s other side, Twilight shuddered. Wild nodded. “But you came back. Did you know you would? Or do you know how?”

Wild shrugged weakly and then nodded. He didn’t know for sure it would happen, hadn’t even thought about it when he dove in front of the lizalfos, just acted. But he knew exactly what it was. Who it was.

Time’s face softened and he squeezed Wild’s hand. “Well I’m looking forward to you being able to explain, but for now let’s just get you comfortable. Okay?”

Wild mewled as Time began to pull out and set up his bedroll and myriad blankets next to him. Wild shuffled as Twi helped him to sit up, scratching at his scars. They itched like hell, and he had never been more relieved at how easy it was to unclasp his prosthetic and dump it on the ground beside him. Ah, sweet relief.

He let Twilight help him into his newly made up bed and happily collapsed into it, barely able to draw up the energy to knead with his free hand. Twi curled up beside him, unwilling and unable to leave him alone after the day they both had had. As they settled down, Wind came  trotting back over with a cup of water and wide, anxious eyes.

Wild sipped at the drink and then seeing that Wind was still shifting nervously from foot to foot, held out an arm in invitation. Well. He tried. It was his right arm, which he had recently discarded, so he was actually just wiggling his stump. Still, Wind understood the invitation and immediately dove in beside him.

“I’m really glad you’re not dead.” he whispered, and both Time and Twilight snorted.

“I think we can all agree on that one.” Time replied. “Get some sleep, Wild. Boys, go easy on him, yeah? Hyrule wouldn’t appreciate you wearing him out. Nor would Wild, i’m sure, for that matter.”

Wild chuffed and burrowed down into his blankets. Wind curled in tighter, curling his legs around his brother’s.  Wild wanted nothing more than to sleep, to get some rest, but there was one last thing to do.

He rumbled and leaned into twilight, nuzzling at his hair.

Brother he was saying brother. Okay. safe. Brother.

Twilight sniffed and looked up at him, smiling. He gently butted back. Idiot brother. Scared! Sad! He burrowed in closer, digging his hands into his fur.

Wild rumbled and pulled him in. Safe brother safe. Safe nowSafe. Twilight repeated, safe. Brother. Family. Safe.

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I present to you, one flirty GM and her three cocky dickhead boyfriends. 💜

Summary: The reader is one of the Smackdown GMs and friends with Austin, LA, and Grayson. One night Pearce snaps at her while he's in a bad mood and she finds her boys are more than willing to defend her.

It's just another Friday night when you pull up to the arena for Smackdown. Security meets you at the front of the building and escorts you inside past the raging crowd gathering outside for the show. You get inside the safety of the building and are greeted by LA Knight right outside your office for the night.

"Already, Knight?" You quip with a grin when you see him leaning outside your office door. "What? A girl can't even get her coffee before you start bothering her?" You joke.

"I got your coffee right here, sweetheart." Knight lifts his hand with a wink to reveal a steaming cup of coffee.

You have to laugh that he knows you so well. You graciously take the coffee from him and step inside the office. "Oh, so you want something from me, then?" You ask in a knowing tone as you make your way over to your desk.

"Me? No." Knight shakes his head. "I just wanted to drop by and say hello." He insists.

"Well, then." You sit down and begin unloading some stuff from your bag. "Is there anything else?"

Knight grins at you but shakes his head. "Nope. You take care tonight, boss." He winks at you one last time before he walks off.

You smile to yourself and shake your head. You went out for drinks with Knight and a few a few days ago, but you didn't think that was all it was going to take to have Knight so obsessed with you.

A few minutes later, your fellow general manager of WWE shows up at the office with an annoyed look on his face. "Adam!" You greet him. "Why the face? Work hasn't even really started yet."

"Don't even get me started." Adam groans and stomps over to his desk. "Is that coffee? Where did you get coffee at? Catering was out when I went by there looking for some." He eyes your steaming coffee with jealous eyes.

"A friend dropped it off." You grin to yourself and take a sip from the cup.

Your vague answer only fuels Adam's foul mood. But you don't let his grumbling get to you.

A little while later Grayson Waller pops into the office with his setlist for the Grayson Waller Effect to be approved by either you or Adam. And the Aussie has Austin Theory with him since the two of them have been hanging out lately.

"Y/N! Don't you look lovely tonight?" Grayson compliments you as he comes through the door. "Don't you agree, Austin?" He nudges Theory.

"Duh." Austin agrees with a smug grin. "Y/N's always looking hot.'

You roll your eyes and beckon the pair over to your desk before Adam starts yelling at them for messing around. "Mhm. Behave you two." You warn the pair. "Grayson, is that your set list?" You ask him.

"Sure is." Grayson nods and hands the list over to you. "You know, Y/N, I was thinking. And I think that you'd make a great guest on my show sometime." He informs you.

"Really now?" You indulge Grayson's little game for the moment. "Boring old me?"

Grayson and Austin both chuckle while you're reading over Grayson's setlist. "Now now, don't sell yourself short, Y/N," Grayson assures you.

"Yeah! You're great." Austin backs Grayson up.

"Mhm, well I'm unfortunately going to have to decline." You hand Grayson back his list with your signature neatly penned in at the bottom. "I am flattered by the offer though."

Grayson nods and takes his approved setlist back. Austin picks up the slack and flashes you a dashing smile. "You have definitely got to join us for drinks after the show then." He insists.

"I've got plans." You giggle at the pair's eagerness to see you after work hours.

"I bet they aren't as fun as hanging out with us." Grayson doesn't give up just yet.

You laugh and shake your head. "I beg to differ." You tease them. "But if the two of you are that desperate, you're going to have to talk to LA Knight."

Austin and Grayson share a small look and bid their farewell to you before they hastily exit the office. You laugh at their antics and get back to work. But you can hear Adam grumbling still to himself on the other side of the room. You know that your little charade with Waller and Theory couldn't have made his mood any better than it was when he arrived.

"I'm gonna go down to the production truck, Adam." You get to your feet after a few minutes of silence. "Need anything?"

"No," Pearce grumbles once again.

"Okay. Be back soon." You shrug and walk off.

Later into the night, you are back in the office when Pearce dismisses himself to film a quick backstage segment. While he's gone, you call your three favorite superstars back to the office to discuss an upcoming six-man tag match for next week's show.

"Miss me that much, Y/N?" LA Knight comes sauntering into the office a few minutes after the call.

"Terribly." You joke and gesture to an empty seat next to your desk.

Knight shuts the door behind him but declines your offer of a chair. "Thanks, but I'll stand." He insists.

"Of course you will." You playfully roll your eyes when Knight leans against your desk. "Now we just need the two stooges."

"You talking about Waller n' Theory?" Knight replies. "Those two came by the locker room asking about me and you earlier you know?"

You smile to yourself but manage to play it cool. "Did they know? What for?" You ask Knight.

"Wanted to know what was going on between you and me," Knight explains.

"And what did you tell them?" You turn your chair a bit to face Knight.

Knight smiles down at you. "The truth." He answers you.

"Oh? And what's that?" You bat your eyelashes at him.

The tension in the room is palpable until Austin and Grayson finally arrive. You switch back into work mode and get discussing the tag match out of the way before you can get back to having some fun.

A bit later, Pearce finally finishes up filming his backstage segment. A task that took way longer than he'd hoped it would. Annoyed and in a bad mood, Pearce slips back into the office only to find it being occupied.

Silence falls over the office when Pearce slams the door. You direct your gaze to the door and find Adam, red in the face and staring a hole in you from the doorway.

"Adam." You greet Pearce. "Something wrong?" You ask him casually, arms folded in front of you.

Pearce stares at you before his gaze switches to the three men currently surrounding your desk. Knight is at your right side wearing his usual confident smile and leaning ever so slightly over you. Grayson is opposite him and leaning against your desk with Austin at his shoulder. All three men are crowded around you instead of on the other side of the desk where they should be.

"What's all this?" Pearce huffs, his foul mood finally rearing its ugly head. "What? Are the four of you discussing when to schedule your next orgy?!" He snaps.

You blink a couple of times at Pearce's outburst but don't offer an immediate reply. Instead, you've got three pissed-off pro athletes ready to defend your honor.

"Hey!" Knight, being the oldest and most mature of the trio, is the first one to snap. "Don't talk to her like that!" He puffs out his chest and steps toward Pearce.

"Yeah! You'd best apologize, right now!" Grayson speaks up next, wearing the same expression of ill intent as Knight.

Austin, being the youngest of the group, is the last to come to your defense. But he's also the one to make the most intimidating threat. "Apologize to her, now!" Austin growls. "Because I guarantee we've all got enough money to pay a suspension fine for kicking your ass."

You watch Pearce swallow hard and nearly fold in on himself in fear. You get to your feet and gesture for your harem of angry suitors to back off. "It's alright, you three." You speak in a calm tone. "I'm sure Adam didn't mean it. He's just been having a rough, night. Right, Adam?" You offer him a chance to avoid getting his ass kicked.

"Yes. Forgive me." Pearce vigorously nods. "I...I don't know what came over me."

"See." You glance between Knight, Waller, and Austin. "You three can go now. I'll email you with more details later." You dismiss them before things escalate further.

Austin, Knight, and Waller all glare at Pearce as they exit the room. You shut the door behind them and hand Pearce the schedule for next week's show with one match underlined.

"I was talking to them about their tag match next week." You point to the underlined passage on the page.

Pearce looks at the passage and runs a hand over his face. "I'm sorry." He apologizes to you.

"Apology accepted." You nod and walk back over to your desk. "But, Adam?" You sit down and Pearce is forced to look at you. "Don't let it happen again. Or those three won't be your only problem." You warn him.

Pearce nods and swallows again. He buries himself in his work and doesn't talk to you again for the rest of the night.

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