#on the plus side this fic should be much shorter

[ramblingthoughtsofayoungadult]

Unpredictable, Part 4-Limoreau x black!fem!reader fic

A/N: I thought this one was going to be a little shorter but I was wrong. Hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: swearing, sensuality, and Rufus appears in this part.

Word Count: 6.6k

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Being perpetually early was a good habit until it left me bored and looking up from my phone every few seconds. Of course, it was always a stranger, and we would exchange quick smiles when we made eye contact. However, my nervousness increased each time it wasn’t Jordan.

As I replied to a voice note from Sydney, I wondered why Jordan asked to train with me today. Last year, they basically forced me to train with them all the time after our first match.

“You can’t be one of Brink’s new favorites and be this bad at basic combat,” they’d insisted.

Every match was horrible, and I thought I was going to die each time. Though Jordan never hit me hard, they were still intense, and my heart felt like it was going to pound out of my chest at the end. When I passed my Intro to Combat class, Jordan agreed that we didn’t have to train together as much but they still expected me to practice.

I gulped at the thought and sent off the comment.

At least I was in shape.

“Lookin’ good, Y/N,” a deep voice called.

When I glanced up, Chad Mitchell and Thad Browne, the Alpha Tau vice president and treasurer, were walking up the gym steps. A pair of skinny blondes in Lululemon leggings exiting the gym gasped at the two of them. Chad grinned widely, revealing his movie-star smile, and Thad winked at them as they passed. No one could blame any girl for staring at two tall broad-shouldered guys in Gymshark t-shirts, Gymshark shorts, white Nike ankle socks, and Nike sneakers.

Chad pushed his dark blonde hair away from his face while he towered over me.

I straightened up a little. “Oh, thanks, Chad.”

“I never thanked you for warning me about trying to do a backflip during the Get Lei’d party,” Chad said.

“It’s no problem; I’m glad I had a vision about it in time.”

“But it would’ve been awesome if you landed a backflip from the house roof!” Thad interrupted.

Chad glanced at him. “The broken nose and knee would not have been worth it.” He turned back to me, eyes roaming the black Alo Yoga set I wore before making it back to my eyes. “So, was rush a success for Si Chi?”

I swallowed and folded my arms over my chest. “I would say so; Bid Day will be interesting. How about Alpha Tau?”

“We always get the best,” Thad interjected, chuckling.

“Yeah, ours aren’t looking bad. You know, after Bid Day’s over, Alpha Tau and Si Chi should have a mixer; make sure all our recruits get to know each other,” Chad proposed.

He placed his hand on the wall beside me, right next to my head, and leaned closer. The scent of musk was nauseating, and I turned away from him to cover my nose with my jacket.  

“You should reach out to Alina about that; she’s in charge of social events,” I rushed.

Chad nodded but I wasn’t sure he listened. “Yeah, Thad, do that.”

“Cool,” Thad agreed.

“You seem a little jumpy, Y/N. Are you waiting for your boyfriend or something?” Chad asked.

 Last year, Thad and Chad ignored me, opting to hover around Alina and Sasha. I guess my warning impressed Chad at the end of the year Get Lei’d party. Plus, it wasn’t like either of them were bad prospects but each time Chad looked at me, it was like ants were crawling over my skin.

“Sort of.”

“Doesn’t sound like you’re too sure. Why don’t you warm up with Thad and me? I’m sure he won’t mind.”

That would be the worst idea since acid-washed jeans. However, Si Chi and Alpha Tau were close houses and one had to maintain the balance between them. Sydney and Lydia always made it look so easy.

“I can’t leave you alone for five minutes?” Jordan’s voice cut through the air as she strolled up the steps, irritation clear on her feminine features.

Suddenly, Chad was about a foot away from me, both hands in front of him for a second before he finally put them back at his sides. Thad looked as though he saw a ghost as he moved to stand next to Chad.

“My bad, Jordan, I didn’t know she was with you,” Chad rambled.

“Yeah, man, we had no idea,” Thad added.

Jordan glared at both as she moved to stand next to me. “You can go away now.”

I never saw them move so quickly and when they were gone, I stared at Jordan. “What was that?”

She shrugged. “They know their place. Were you waiting long?”

“No, they just happened to beat you here. Thanks, by the way.”

“Don’t worry about it. Do you have to see them a lot?”

“Kind of and this is the first time either has been that close to me.”

“I thought frat guys were every sorority girl’s type.”

I scrunched my nose. “Not the stereotypical ones.”

“Oh, I forgot, you’re the pickiest girl I know.”

I huffed and gently pushed her shoulder, but she didn’t miss a step as we walked towards the gym entrance. “Don’t judge me for having standards.”

“It’s not my fault that you’re easy to tease.”

Since Jordan rented out the training space, it was quiet outside of the few grunts and weights clanging in the neighboring weight room. The entire space was reinforced for any power mishaps and the focal point was the blue mat in the middle of the space with a large black ring lining its perimeter. I groaned as Jordan pushed on my back, forcing me closer to the mat and making my inner thighs burn in the splits.

“I thought yoga was supposed to make you flexible,” she quipped.

“I am, but I think you like seeing me in pain,” I replied.

“Never,” she teased. “So…did you get anything else on Emma?”

Her words made me stiffen and I sat up on my forearms and shook my head. “Something’s blocking me. Usually, even when I can’t see clear images, I get blurry images but it’s like something has shut off that part of my brain.”

It was the same issue last night when Jordan, Marie, Andre, Cate, and I went looking for Emma. All I could see was her with that guy I never met. Even though everyone said it was okay, their sulking shoulders and lack of eye contact spoke louder; especially Marie’s.

When I got back to the house last night, I gave myself a migraine trying to find Emma and it took me forever to stop hyperventilating. I could have killed Andre for coming up with the dumbest plan on planet earth.

“Don’t worry about it,” Jordan said, cutting through my thoughts.

She let me sit up and I turned to her.

“I just feel useless. Finding things out is the one thing I’m good at and I can’t even do that?”

“Hey, it’s not the one thing you’re good at. You’re good at dancing, studying, fashion, and helping other people.”

Jordan’s tone was earnest and matter-of-fact; no one could have argued with her and I suddenly felt all fuzzy.

I smiled. “I am the best-dressed on campus.”

“Relax, we’ll find Emma, just focus on what you can do. Like, trying not to get knocked out of bounds four times in a row.”

I scoffed at Jordan but she grinned at me. “Maybe you should take your own advice.”

“Oh, she has an attitude now?”

“Maybe you just bring it out of me.” I pushed myself up to stand. “Usual rules?”

“I won’t use any powers outside of shifting, you can use yours as much as you want, no cheap shots, and the one knocked out of bounds the most loses.”

“I can’t wait to try the new sushi place at the union; Shelby said it’s amazing.”

“You’ll be trying it on your own dime.”

Jordan always got cocky when sparring. Now that Luke was gone, Jordan was the best fighter on campus. Whenever we trained, I tried to use wiping that big smirk off their face as motivation and it never worked. The best I ever managed to do was not break anything.

Jordan’s smirk never left her face as we squared off from each other. I took the deepest breath I could and tried to quiet my mind. Seconds later, my mind filled with the image of Jordan going for a right hook. I blocked her and went for a jab of my own, skimming her left cheek.

“Not bad,” she huffed as she dodged it. “You need to hold your upper body better; anyone could knock you off balance right now.”

Based on a brief flash, I knew that she was either going to sweep me or push me to prove her point. So, when she went to push me, I slipped away from her, maintaining my guard. She blew a piece of hair out of her face.

“What was that about my balance?” I panted.

“Don’t get cocky, freshie, I won’t go so easy on you,” She taunted.

My heart might have skipped a beat as I took a risk based on a vision and rushed her. When I saw she was going to shift, I stopped just short of Jordan’s reach, slipped down, and swept her feet. Just when I was going to make contact, she backflipped, shifted in the middle of the back flip, and landed in a crouch.

His elated expression made the hairs on the back of my neck stand as he stalked towards me. Our sparring match continued with me utilizing my ability as well as I could to get in the best hits. My heart hammered in my chest as I kept up with their ever-changing forms and fighting styles. In between jabs, Jordan continued giving me tips.

“Use your full body weight with each punch.”

“Your right roundhouse has gotten stronger, that’s good.”

“You’re dropping your left elbow too much when you weave.”

I did my best to incorporate all their tips into the sparring match and even got a couple of hits on them. At one point, Jordan and I exchange a flurry of punches and blocks and for the first time, I almost laughed while fighting them.

It was…fun.

I was able to get some distance between us before attempting another roundhouse kick that was guaranteed to make contact with the side of his head. Just as I was about to kick out my left leg, Jordan shifted to their female form and tackled me. Her grip was harsh around my shoulders while mine struggled to hold onto hers because of the sweat. I paused and noticed she was practically drenched and panting over me. A few strands of black hair fell out of her ponytail and stuck to her forehead, and she was still so pretty.

She seemed to pause as well and raised her eyebrows at me. “Focus on the fight.”

Her words stirred something in me, and I focused on what could be my best move.

The image was only a few seconds long but it almost left me catatonic went it ended. If this didn’t work, I had no idea how I would live it down.

Quickly, I leaned up and closed the distance between us.  Jordan’s lips were so soft against mine and I yelped a little when her body pressed more into mine. Her soft breaths felt like whispers over my face as she kissed me back and I squirmed underneath her.

Focus, Y/N, focus! My mind screamed.

As casually as I could, I pushed my wrists against Jordan’s hands, and a second later, she loosened her grip. Her fingers trailed down my arms as my legs wrapped around her waist, pulling her even closer to me. When I felt her smile against my lips, my stomach sunk.

Sorry.

The leverage I had around her waist was useful as my hands grabbed her shoulders and swung her down onto the mat. Jordan gasped as we pulled away and my hands captured her wrists. “What the---”

“I win!” I cheered.

“No, you just pinned me,” Jordan rasped.

I shook my head and gestured to her right hand, which was just over the out-of-bounds line. In the dozens of fights we had, this was the first time that I won. If I could fly, I would have probably been floating. When I looked back at Jordan’s face, I came back to earth.

“Oh, sorry,” I muttered, releasing her wrists and pushing myself to stand. “And I’m sorry about kissing you without warning.”

When I extended my hand, she looked at it as though it was a cobra ready to strike. After a few seconds, Jordan took the risk and let me help her up. Then, she walked back over to her bag, grabbed her water bottle, and chugged.

“It’s okay, uh, just don’t make out with everyone you fight with; that’s how you catch mono,” Jordan rambled.

I wrinkled my nose. “Ew, I wouldn’t even think about it. With us, I knew it would be my best way to beat you.”

“You don’t have to explain yourself.”

Then, I took a second to look at Jordan. Something was off, she seemed tenser than she usually did after we sparred. Also, she stopped looking at me and started playing with the rings on her fingers. It had to be because of the stress of Emma missing and how there was more lurking on campus than anyone thought. That on top of Brink and Luke’s deaths would make anyone nervous.

Yes, that had to be it because those were the reasons my lips buzzed the entirety of the next training round.

The two extra rounds gave Jordan their bragging rights and no one could wipe the giant smile off her face as we wandered around campus. At the very least, the blazing sun provided some comfort from the cool breeze that blew past us. Since there were several classes in session, only a handful of people were hanging out, panic-studying, and Tik-Toking.

“You should have seen your face when you landed, it was gold!” she laughed.

“I’m glad it was entertaining,” I replied.

Jordan glanced at me, fished a protein bar out of her gym bag, and handed it to me. “Here.”

I shook my head. “I’m fine.”

Jordan paused in her walk to side eye me and I stopped as well. “Don’t give me that shit. I didn’t say anything earlier but, you look awful.”

“Thanks,” I muttered.

Jordan sighed. “That came out wrong; I mean, you look like you haven’t been taking care of yourself.”

The situation was almost laughably ironic since just a couple of days ago, I was sleeping like a baby. However, the Emma-shaped hole was enough to spike my anxiety and the final touches on Bid Day were not helpful either. If Alina tried to deny my top pick at this last meeting…

Oh no, I had totally forgotten to take my meds.

“It’s okay, you actually have perfect timing,” I replied, accepting the protein bar.

It wasn’t super chalky and even if it was, I didn’t care as I popped two of the pills from Shetty and chased it with water.

“You pop pills in public now, freshie?” Jordan joked.

I shook my head and nibbled on the protein bar. “They’re prescribed by Shetty. That explains why I was freaking out earlier.”

“With Dumb and Dumber?”

“Chad and Thad, and yes.” Jordan nodded. “So, they work?”

“Yeah. I probably would have been able to save you the trouble if I’d remembered.”

I put the pill bottle back in my bag as we continued walking. The medicine would take a while to kick in but it was better late than never.

“It wasn’t trouble,” Jordan said.

I didn’t know how to respond so all I could do was nod. In all honesty, I was still processing that kiss. Jordan must have reacted the way she did because she was so caught off guard. If Emma were here, she would help me process, that is if she was willing to speak to me.

“So, do you want me to buy you lunch today or tomorrow?” I asked.

Jordan shook her head. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Hey, I’m a good sport and I always hold up my end,” I tried to joke.

“Yeah, so it makes sense that I would do the mature thing and treat you to that sushi place you were talking about. You beat me for the first time and that shows how much you improved; I remember when you used to drop your guard every time you got scared.”

“It’s not my fault that my first instinct is to run!”

“You won’t always have the chance to run when you’re a supe. Now, I feel better about you being out there on your own.”

Her words made me swell with pride and I thanked her.

“Plus, there’s no one out there as good as me.” I playfully rolled my eyes. “Of course, it all goes back to you.”

“I’m being honest. Seriously, wherever you get a contract, you’ll kick ass especially if you practice more.”

“Fine, Mx. Li.”

At that moment, I couldn’t wait to go back to the house and shower. Class wasn’t for another hour and a half which gave me enough time to try and process everything.

“Is that Marie?” Jordan asked.

I paused and looked in the direction she nodded to. Across the way, Marie slowly approached the bleach-blonde weasel that was Rufus, who was smugly perched on an overpriced bench. He was (fake) reading a book and looking semi-thoughtful.

The protein bar suddenly felt like a rock in my throat.

“What’s she doing with Rufus?” I muttered.

Jordan didn’t reply and we both watched as the two started speaking. Then, Rufus set his book aside and reached his hands out to Marie.

“Shit!” Jordan exclaimed.

“Marie!” I called at the same time.

It was too late, as soon as her hands grazed his, they disappeared. Panic started rising up from the back of my neck and everything was suddenly quiet.

“Y/N!”

When I blinked, Jordan’s hands cupped my face, and our faces were nearly touching.

“Focus, where did Rufus take Marie?”

After taking a couple of seconds to focus on it, I answered Jordan, and she nearly yanked my arm out of its socket as she raced towards the location. A minute later, we were pushing past people in the dorm until we reached Rufus’ room. My stomach lurched at the muffled sounds of “True”.

“So, what’s the plan?” I asked.

Jordan didn’t respond. Instead, she took one step before kicking Rufus’ door down. The sound of the door hitting the ground should have made me jump but I was too busy staring at Marie’s blood-splattered face as she stared down at Rufus’ keeled over body on the floor. When he rolled onto his back, I saw all the blood covering his groin and the agony on his face.

Somehow, it was both disgusting and exhilarating to watch, kind of like those ridiculous mukbang videos.

I didn’t realize I was staring until Jordan tugged me by the arm down the hallway, Marie in tow. When we got a few hundred feet away, Jordan released us and glared daggers at Marie.

“What the hell was that?” Jordan demanded.

“I don’t know…I just exploded his dick,” Marie uttered, astonished.

“That was…wow,” I breathed.

Marie smiled, accepted the towel Jordan handed her, and wiped her face. “Thanks, I didn’t know I could do that.”

“Why were you talking to Rufus anyway? He’s a creep,” Jordan scolded.

Marie narrowed her eyes at Jordan. “We didn’t have any leads on Emma, and I heard he was a psychic.”

I winced at the jab.

Jordan rolled her eyes. “Rufus is not a psychic; he’s a perverted loser who takes advantage of anything with tits.”

“Gee, thanks,” Marie hissed. “I can take care of myself.”

She shoved the towel in Jordan’s chest and started storming down the hall. Immediately, we started following her and my irritation grew with each step.

“Fine, then I won’t rescue you next time,” Jordan called.

That made her stop and whirl around. “What?”

“I saved you back there, well, Y/N and I both did since she knew where Rufus would take you,” Jordan insisted.

Marie took a step towards us. “I exploded his dick; I didn’t need your help.”

“But I provided a distraction; tag-team cocksplosion here,” Jordan said, gesturing between the two.

“I’m okay being cut from this team,” I commented.

“Oh no, you’re in it too,” Jordan said.

Marie shook her head. “Weirdo.”

Jordan shrugged. “More importantly, Tek Knight is on campus and he’s doing a story on Luke’s death.”

Marie’s eyes widened and I had to stop my mouth from falling open. Tek Knight was the slimiest, most prolific true crime “journalist” on Vought TV. He covered only the buzziest stories, and it made sense he would be on campus. I thought I heard some guys talking about it during a lecture yesterday, but I was so preoccupied that I didn’t focus.

“He’s guest lecturing Shetty’s class today and he’s going to want to talk to you,” Jordan stated.

“Shit,” Marie cursed.

I ran my hands through the ends of my braids. “And if he even gets a hint of what might be going on, we could all be screwed.”

“So, what do we do?” Marie asked.

“If you decide to keep up the lie, don’t let him see you waver, he loves going after that shit,” Jordan grumbled.

Marie rolled her eyes. “Are we on this again?”

“Yeah, you lied!” Jordan snapped.

Quickly, I stepped between them. “Okay, this won’t get us anywhere. Just breathe for a second.”

They both did, eyes still shooting lasers.

“We need to think about this. Since you two are in Shetty’s class, you two will have to figure something out.”

“Are you taking her side?” Jordan accused.

“Are you taking theirs?” Marie asked.

“I’m not taking anyone’s,” I insisted. “If you two keep fighting, no one wins. Just go your separate ways for now and regroup before class?”

It was not my best work but they both seemed to agree as Jordan went one way and Marie started to head down the other. I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding and jogged to catch up to Marie.

“Hey!”

She slowed down a little but didn’t face me. “I’m not sorry for trying to find Emma.”

“And that’s great but you should talk to the rest of us before getting mixed up with someone like him.” I shivered at the thought.

Then, she turned to me. “Like I said, we had no leads.”

“I know that, and I am working on it, trust me, I am but I can’t believe you went with Rufus the Rapist instead of giving me time.”

“We don’t have any, Y/N!” Marie snapped. “She could be hanging on by a thread somewhere or dead but we don’t know anything and now I have this Tek Knight shit to worry about.”

I flinched. “I told you, she’s alive and I know you’re scared but I’m scared too. Emma is my best friend and not being able to figure out where she is has been driving me crazy.” Tears began burning in my eyes.

Marie hesitated and looked down for a moment. “You’re right, I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault, it just sucks that the last time we talked, we fought. I didn’t even get to talk to her at the gala,” I admitted.

“Yeah,” Marie looked back up at me, “I saw you were talking to a lot of people.”

“I kind of had to.”

“With Jordan?”

I cocked my head at her and she stared at me. “Wait, what?”

She sort of pouted. “I saw you were spending a lot of time with them.”

“We were schmoozing for their ranking,” I explained.

“Oh.”

I didn’t need a vision to tell me that she wanted to say more. What was going on with everyone today?

“Next time, I could help you do it, I mean, I don’t think you’ll need my help with Vought liking you,” I thought out loud.

“Don’t remind me.” Marie leaned against the wall. “I don’t know what to do! I’m so deep in this shit that there’s no crawling out.”

She slowly slid down until she sat on the ground, and I sat across from her.

“It might seem like that but, there is a way out, you probably just won’t like it.”

Marie’s eyes flickered up at me. “Are you siding with Jordan?”

“No! What is it with you two? It’s like a live X beef and I’m somehow in the middle!” I exclaimed. “No, I’m not on anyone’s side, I can see both your sides clearly: you want to get ahead and this a great chance to do it and Jordan feels like they saved you only to have you trample all over them.”

Marie frowned at my words. “They would have done the same thing!”

“I don’t know…” I don’t know anything anymore.

I pushed myself to stand. “It’s your choice, Marie.”

“What would you do?” she whispered.

“Honestly, I have no clue but I would probably talk to Cate about it.” I pulled her to her feet. “By the way, that cocksplosion was so awesome.”

Marie smiled. “Like I said, it just happened out of nowhere.”

“I knew he had some bad karma coming his way, but I didn’t think you’d deliver it.”

Then, she hugged me and I felt stunned. She smelled like cinnamon and something earthy that I couldn’t put my finger on. I had no idea that she had such a strong grip, it was kind of comforting. I slowly hugged her back and when she pulled away, she gasped.

“I got blood on you, I’m so sorry,” Marie apologized.

“It’s okay, no one should be able to tell unless they have a luminol ability,” I pointed out.

She nodded and as I made way out of the dorm, my curiosity got the better of me, and I focused on how the lecture would go. Unfortunately, all I saw was a brief scene of Jordan and Marie speaking in Marie’s dorm. They weren’t fighting so that must be positive.

Two hours later, I was sitting in one of the beach chairs out by the Si Chi pool, fuming. Sasha thought she was so slick, trying to persuade Sydney to let Justine in despite all the issues. She could have at least come up with a decent argument; the fact that she hadn’t even tried was almost the most insulting part.

I just happened to catch the two of them speaking on the staircase when I returned from my advanced modern dance class. Sydney politely nodded as Sasha spoke.

“…and she’s the best in her class!” Sasha finished.

“That’s great, but I don’t want anyone who uses someone else’s triggers for their own gain representing this house,” Sydney replied firmly.

“But----”

“Sydney, how’s the selection process going?” I called.

They both turned to me and Sasha lost some color in her face.

“Good, we’ve narrowed it down and we’ll finalize it tonight,” Sydney said.

That should have been satisfying but it wasn’t. Who did Sasha think she was? She could be antagonistic but she never outright bullied anyone. Does she want Justine to be a protégé?

“Y/N,” someone whispered.

I jumped in my seat and glanced around the pruned backyard. No one else was out with the other girls either heading to another class or studying. It must have been my imagination.

“Y/N!”

That time it was louder, and I slowly stood. “This isn’t funny, whoever’s out there!”

This day really was turning into too much. First, I kissed Jordan----which I still hadn’t unpacked----, second, Rufus got castrated in the most violent way possible, and third, I was hearing voices or being stalked.

Slowly, I started creeping back towards the house. Maybe it was time for a nap since sleep deprivation could drive anyone crazy. Maybe that would help me find Emma.

“Y/N, it’s me!”

And now the voices sounded like her.

“Over here!”

Something told me that I wouldn’t end up like every non-final white girl in a horror movie. So, I started walking in the direction of the voice, which just happened to be in the thick wall of shrubs that lined the perimeter.

“Where is here?” I whispered.

Then, a hand reached out from some shrubs on the right side. Carefully, I approached it and knelt down, still keeping my distance. Then, a head of curly blonde hair poked its way out of the shrubs, pieces of greenery attached to its scalp.

“Emma!” I rasped.

“Hey, do you mind being surprised after you help me out of here?” she asked.

As soon as I got her out, I hugged her. I was right, she was alive this whole time. I almost cried tears of joy as I slowly pulled away from her.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so happy to see you!”

“I’m happy to see you two but we’re both in trouble if someone catches us like this,” Emma said.

As quickly as I could, I snuck her up into my room and she collapsed on the bed as soon as I closed the door. With the better look at her, I noticed she was in a random black movie theater t-shirt, shorts, and she only had one shoe. She wasn’t too dirty but I tried not to think about having to wash my comforter once she left.

“Emma, where have you been? What’s going on?”I asked.

“Well, Andre sent me on a mission to find Luke’s brother,” Emma started.

“I know that much; is that the guy you were with?”

Emma shot up to a sitting position. “You saw us?”

“Sort of. I had no idea where you were going, why?”

“No reason, I don’t know why I was surprised, you see everything.”

Even though I didn’t, I let Emma continue. As she spoke, my eyes got wider and wider. There was so much to unpack: there was a research lab under the school called The Woods where they tested supes, the researchers faked Sam’s, Luke’s brother, death but kept him in The Woods, and they are working on something big.

“What is it?” I asked.

Emma shrugged. “Sam has no idea but he knows that the doctors have been working on it for a while and they’re almost done.”

I nodded. “Okay, where is he now?”

“In an abandoned theater. It sounds creepy but the stale snacks and ambiance make it kind of cute,” she chirped.

I shook my head. “You like him.”

Emma gasped, “What? I do not!”

“He’s your type: cute and a little messed up.” “I don’t have a type and even if I did, you might’ve been close to it,” she muttered.

I smiled and hugged her again. “It’s so good to see you again. I don’t know what I would have done if…”

“Hey, like someone could kill me.” Emma tried to keep her tone lighter, but I could tell she was scared.

When I pulled away, I apologized for everything that happened before the gala. I wasn’t that good of a friend and Emma did everything she could for me, even when she didn’t have to.

“I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have projected and called you perfect; I know that everything with your parents has been rough for you and you’re managing it as well as you can. Plus, I hid the whole how I get small thing from you,” Emma rambled.

“Why’d you hide it from me? You can tell me anything, that’s what best friends do,” I whispered.

Emma looked down at her hands. “Because I knew it would make us both feel like shit. You had other stuff going on and I didn’t want to be a burden. I’m the one who cheers you up and I was ashamed.”

“You’re allowed to feel bad sometimes, Emma, but it really hurt knowing you felt like you couldn’t reach out to me for help,” I managed, feeling myself starting to choke up.

“Don’t cry because if you cry, then I’ll cry.” She hugged me again and we both sniffled. “Okay, from now on, we tell each other everything.”

“Agreed.”

When Emma pulled away, she had the most mischievous grin on her face paired with a fake nonchalant look in her eye. I immediately eyed her as she crossed her legs and started glancing around the room.

“So, to go off that, what’s going on with you and Jordan?” she asked.

“Are you kidding me? You come back from disappearing and that’s the first thing you want to know?”

“I could have died, Y/N.”

“Do not try to guilt me!”

I took a deep breath and mulled it over for a moment. A couple of hours ago, I would have killed for this chance to talk to Emma and now that it was here, I was stopping myself. There shouldn’t be anything stopping me, especially since we just promised each other that we wouldn’t keep anymore secrets. With that thought, I told her everything, from the night at the club, to when we kind of rescued Marie.

When I looked at her, Emma was stunned.

“What?” was all she could muster.

I nodded. “Yeah, it’s a lot.”

“You went from almost kissing Jordan to full-on kissing Jordan. I could tell you liked them by the way you talked about them last year but this is progress,” Emma remarked.

“I didn’t like them like that last year, I don’t now. Anyway, I only did it after I saw the vision and it was to win the fight, so does that really count?” I asked.

Emma raised her eyebrows. “Did you feel anything on the other side of that kiss?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, did you feel them kissing you back? Were they breathing all heavy? Were their hands moving all over your body?”

All those things happened but, Jordan must have been caught up in the moment.

“If Jordan was caught up, they would have snapped out of it but they didn’t until you pulled away,” Emma pointed out.

“I did it as a distraction tactic!”

“Doesn’t matter since they liked it,” Emma said with a shrug. “And you must have enjoyed it.”

“How would you know?”

“Because the tip of your nose is turning red.”

I yelped and covered my nose. “It’s because this conversation is embarrassing. Besides, I don’t have time for a relationship; I have to finish out rush week and then there’s initiation and not to mention classes---” Emma placed her hands on my shoulders and forced me to look at her. “Y/N, ‘having time’ has nothing to do with liking someone. You’ve had googly eyes for Jordan for a year now, it’s okay to admit it!”

“I have not! They bullied me for half of last year.”

“Really? Did they ever say anything super mean to you or try to hurt you?”

As I took a second to think about my dynamic with Jordan, I realized that they only delivered playful jabs that I returned when I got comfortable around them. So, I shook my head.

“And aren’t they always trying to keep you out of trouble?”

“Not always,” I muttered.

Emma groaned. “Why did I think it would be easy to get you to admit that you like someone? You’re so oblivious.”

“I am not!”

“Really? So, how would you describe your relationship with Marie?”

“Friends.”

“Really? Because when you were doing her makeup that night, I thought you got lost in her eyes. Those big, beautiful, puppy dog eyes.”

I playfully pushed her but she maintained her pose and I couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped me. Even though her words were lighthearted, I had paused a few times that night to admire Marie but she was pretty, everyone admired pretty.

“I was trying to do a good job with her eyeshadow. Besides, I thought you were still insisting I like Jordan,” I responded.

Emma relaxed and stared at me like I grew a second head. “You are way deeper in denial than I thought you were.” “What are you talking about?”

“I know that sexuality is a spectrum and a journey and everything but, Y/N, you clearly like two people.”

Her words hung in the air as I returned her stare. Emma had lost it, officially.

There was no way I liked both Marie and Jordan. Marie relaxed me as soon as I saw her and friends are supposed to be relaxed with friends. I felt like I could tell her anything and any friend would feel bad about accidentally ditching their friend on a night out. Also, any friend would feel like crying if their friend told them that they accidentally killed their parents. Any friend would want to try to make them feel better since they couldn’t take away the pain.

And as far as Jordan went, I was well aware of how attractive they were in both forms and occasionally felt warm inside when they smiled at me, but those were just hormones. Plus, Jordan was a protective person so it made sense that they would jump in when necessary. The shivers I’d attempted to hide when they pulled me onto their lap were normal.

“No, that doesn’t make any sense,” I muttered.

“I can only help you so much. It’s clear to me and maybe even to Jordan and Marie.”

I shook my head. “We don’t have time for this. We should find Marie and let her know that you’re alive and everything you told me.” “Okay, and if she just happens to give you a thank-you kiss, I’ll try not to gloat.”

“Emma,” I warned.

“Okay, can I borrow some shoes before we leave?”

Emma practically bounced with each step on the way to her dorm. Even though I convinced her to wear one of my hoodies just in case, she seemed happy to be back on campus. Hopefully, we could get everyone together and get this all figured out. Once this was over, then I would be able to focus on Bid Day and maybe what Emma had been saying.

It was going to be so awkward talking to Marie after that conversation. I felt so many things that I didn’t know what to settle on: confusion, frustration, anxiety, and all the others I couldn’t name.

The meds must have kicked in as Emma began trying to unlock her door. I was settled and comfortable. Everything was going to be fine.

Finally, Emma threw open her door. “Holy shit, so much is happening!” she announced as she stormed into her room.

I trailed after her and felt my anxiety break free from its cage. Jordan had Marie pinned against the wall, kissing her like it was his last chance. Marie seemed equally as passionate as she tugged on his shirt. At Emma’s words, they jumped away from each other, both frazzled and disheveled, eyes wide.

Then a flood of more emotions I couldn’t name washed over me.

#black!reader #jordan li x reader #gen v x reader #limoreau x reader #marie moreau x reader

[adora-but-ginger]

Incipient

incipient (adj.): the initial stage, beginning to develop, a bloom about to happen; commonly used for people when referring to the start of a new friendship, relationship; what could be.

pairing: joel miller x gn!reader

summary: you've had enough of joel putting the blame on you.

word count: ~ 2.4k(ish)

warnings: typical tlou violence and warnings, clickers, minor injury, the use of a machete and a gun, angst, fluff, swearing, a little bit of an age gap, spoliers for episode two, talk of handling grief, tbh joel deserves a warning for himself in general.

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a/n: okay so this has quite literally been haunting my drafts for the past two weeks, but i've been swamped with work, and the weather has been (not to be dramatic but) the worst it's been since i've moved here. also, you know that one edit of pedro? the one of him as agent whiskey? yeah, that one. it's been living rent free in my mind, meaning more pedro fics will be created. thank you for reading! <3

oh yeah, i almost forgot! don't repost my stories, because only people that bald early do that, and i bet you wouldn't like that too much, hmm?

credit to gif owner!!

Something had changed after Tess was gone. After sneaking out of the State House and watching it get blown to bits, something inside you had dampened. Sure, you and Tess weren't friends, but you both had helped each other out of some trouble here and there, and that's not even mentioning the problems you helped diffuse with Joel. But she was hellbent on making sure Ellie got to where she needed to be, and the least you could do would be to honour her last wish.

Ellie had tried to bring Tess up after you all escaped, but Joel quickly shut her down, turning to you before starting with his usual ways, closing up any emotions in regard to grief and shoving them away. But he didn't stop there, oh no. The only other outlet he knew of was anger, and he picked you to be on the receiving end.

You figured it was better you than Ellie, but it still didn't excuse his actions.

He was never overly kind to you, and you never expected him to be, but after Tess had gone and the weeks piled up, his fuse kept getting shorter and shorter.

You shouldn't have gone first into the abandoned building.

You should watch how much ammo you use.

If you had been thinking ahead, you would've known that there would have been infected in the area.

And though he was really getting on your nerves, you didn't speak up about it, because you figured it could be a lot worse. You were never that confrontational before the outbreak, and you were still trying to work on it. You got that he needed a way to handle his grief, but jesus christ this was becoming too much, and it was just a matter of time before you snapped.

The three of you had entered what looked to be the remnants of what used to be a garden center when you dealt it back to him. The old building had run rampant with the different plants that used to be properly contained inside, a jungle of green that grew once the roof caved in. You had all just narrowly avoided a group of runners and found solace in the building, but your guard remained up.

It was hard to maneuver through, the plants reclaiming every inch. Plus, you had no idea what could be hiding in the shadows that these photosynthesizing beings could produce.

"This is like a fucking maze." You whispered, making sure to keep your voice down.

"Did you guys ever watch that really old movie Jumanji?" Ellie said as she pushed back some leaves. Joel snorted at that, shaking his head. He was bringing up the back, everyone walking in a line to get to the other side.

You were in the front, carving a path as best as you could. You turned your head to look back at the other two with a small chuckle. "I really never know what you're going to say, El."

"Well, someone's gotta keep up the conversation, with Mr. grumpy back there always being so talkative."

Joel rolled his eyes. "We need to be careful, there's no time for--" A shriek filled everyone's ears, finishing his statement for him. A shriek that could only belong to one type of creature: a clicker.

It came from what sounded like the next room, meaning they weren't as alone as they suspected.

Eyes wide, you locked yours with Joel. He put a finger to his lips in a shushing motion before nodding to the machete in your hands that was helping you clear the path, the machete that coincidentally was caught in the middle of a thick stem. There was barely a walkway behind you all, and the runners were no doubt looming outside the entrance. You guys were caught in the middle of a real situation, one that didn't have a bright outcome at the end. Best case scenario, there was only one clicker ahead of you all, but you found that doubtful.

Joel had moved to the middle, maneuvering Ellie behind him. He put his hand over your own to help slowly remove the machete, which had more of an affect on you than you'd care to admit. Yeah, it was the end of times, but you were touch starved.

The clicker's calls knocked you out of your momentary daze, opting to instead take a deep, silent breath. Slowly you moved the weapon out of the green, and you had just relaxed your shoulders when you realized how desperate this situation really was. The machete had obscured part of your view before, but not even ten feet in front of you stood the source of your fear, moving and clicking, searching for some more to share the fungus with.

You had become used to managing your breathing tempo these days, but the haze that Joel had caused mixed with the dead slowly inching towards you had you, well, distracted to say the least. His hand hadn't left its grip around yours, if anything it had tightened around your own, which was something you were definitely going to bring up if you all made it out unscathed.

It didn't help that he was directly behind you. He was like a brick wall, not that you were complaining.

But the moment you knew that you were all toast was when he became aware of how close he was to you too. Because he straightened his back, just slightly, fixing his posture around you, and in that fraction of a second, his foot moved just little enough to kick a piece of debris.

The three of you held your breath, hoping that it wasn't enough to get the creature to turn your way.

There was a reason hope ran so little nowadays.

These sorts of situations always tended to play out in slow motion for you. It was as if every opportunity death took to look upon you, it wanted to make sure you were giving your full attention to it.

The clicker screamed and shot itself towards you, and without even realizing it you had pushed Joel back and sliced at it. "Get back!" you shouted backwards, pushing against the fungus that was trying to attack you. Its arm swiped at yours and caught skin, making you shout in pain. You pushed the machete deeper into it, the monster's force pushing you both back into the greenery. It was getting incredibly close, the smell of it invading your senses at an unpleasant rate, its jaw snapping at the air.

You closed your eyes, waiting for the inevitable.

But in the flash of an eye, the pressure was gone. The smell was gone, the creature was gone. Joel had grabbed the thing and pushed it into the open, where Ellie quickly shot it, making the dead drop to the ground once more.

Luck must have pitied you because no other shrieks followed it, meaning that there was only one around, for now at least.

"Holy shit, that was a close one." Ellie said, eyes wide. Joel rushed into the clearing, checking to make sure that there wouldn't be another one any time soon. Once he came back, he rushed over to you, looking you over for bite marks.

"I didn't get bit, Joel. Close to it though." You shook him off, bringing your injured arm up to your middle.

He heaved with what you first thought was adrenaline, but soon realized was anger. "What were you thinking?" He spit out, venom lacing his words.

Like you said earlier, you were getting tired of this. You had had enough. "What was I thinking?" You scoffed, shaking your head. "What were you thinking?" Your eyes shot daggers into his, ready for the metaphorical kettle to finally tip over. "This was not my fault! Shit, what is wrong with you?" You stepped closer to him, sizing him up. "If anything, you alarmed it of our presence, and jesus christ not everything is on me." Shoving past him into the open area, you clenched your jaw in anger. After all of that, he had the nerve--

"I'm not saying it is, but goddamnit if you had just waited to pull that giant ass knife out, we would've--" Another scoff cut him off.

"You find something every fucking time something goes wrong to pin on me, and frankly it's getting annoying. I've stood there and took it, but shit Joel, ever since Tess, you've had a stick so far up your ass that I could practically see it when you talked."

He shot a glare at you, and the ice in which he spoke with would remain with you for longer than you would like to admit. "You don't get to bring up Tess."

"Yes, I do! We should all be able to--just because you don't know how to grieve doesn't mean that we can't either." Clenching your good fist, you knew that you may have overstepped a line, but damn it he did not have to treat you two like this.

"You ain't have a single idea what I've grieved. I've--" he stopped short, his voice breaking ever so slightly. His teeth grit, jaw moving alongside it, and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath, one filled with the weight of the people he's lost, and eventually he looked at you with a gaze slightly softer, which you were oddly suspicious of.

"Listen, I know that I've been a little...rougher since Tess."

Ellie chuckled a good distance behind him. "That's putting it vaguely."

"I just, fuck." He mumbles to himself, looking at his feet.

"What, Joel? I'm not going to deal with this if it continues, I'm not doing that to myself."

"Fucking hell, I care about you, okay?" His voice slightly raised, and the way his irises met yours, well it took your breath away. He was staring at you with a gleam in his eye that you've almost never seen--vulnerability. "I know I'm harsh sometimes, but goddammit I..." His eyes close, and you see his chest rise and lower. "...I don't know."

"That doesn't excuse your actions though. I care about you too, the both of you, but you don't see--" You voice fades as he starts pacing the area, mumbling to himself. You raise an eyebrow at him, looking to Ellie who shrugs in response. He's never acted like this before, and your gut drops at why he could be this vulnerable right now.

And then it hits you.

Only momentarily, but you need to ask right now or you won't be able to again. Maybe you were overthinking it, but there was only one reason why he could be acting so strange.

You hold your breath as you say it.

"Are you infected?"

That makes him stop in his tracks, hearing what you just said. Striding over to you, he shakes his head. "No, I ain't infected, I'm just not good at this."

Your shoulders slack in relief, your heart able to return to a semi-normal beat. Yeah, you two butted heads a good amount of the time, but he was the closest person in decades that you would admit you trusted.

He's still looking at the ground, so you decide to take a different approach now that the frightful question is out of the way.

"Good at what? Honey, you're scaring me." You speak gentler, tilting your head to try to meet his eyes. You've never called him an endearment before, much less honey, and you try to ignore the flutters in your chest that erupt at doing so. "You can talk to me, I'm here for you. Hell, we've known each other for how long now? I won't judge you." He had always been closed off, ever since you arrived to the QZ, but that seemed to catch his attention because he flicked his eyes to your injured arm briefly before meeting your gaze.

"Tess told me that I need to tell you eventually, and I just worry about you a lot, and I--" He placed a hand over your wound, studying it. "I care about you care about you, more than you know, and I'll work on the anger issues, I just worry about you, way more than I should."

And though you could read between the lines at what he was saying, you cupped his chin and asked anyways. Maybe it was a part of you being a little selfish, but you had just nearly been put into cardio arrest at thinking he might be infected, so you asked anyway.

"Are you saying you fancy me, Miller?"

He chuckled at that, rolling his eyes in amusement. "If you want to put it that way, then yes...I fancy you. I know you're a little younger than me, and that you already probably have someone waiting back at the QZ, but you're just-" he gulped. "-real important to me is all."

You smiled, leaning in a little closer to him. "Hey, it doesn't matter that you're a little older, and you of all people know damn well that I only had you, Tess, and a couple others back there. My heart has always been yours."

It looked like a weight had been physically lifted off of his shoulders too at your response, and you saw the ghost of a smile grace his features. He leaned in close, closer than he had ever done before, and his voice sounded like sweet whiskey, the good kind served pre-outbreak.

"Can I kiss you?"

"I'd thought you'd never ask."

And when his mouth met yours, it was like a piece of you that had been missing was found. Like a flower had been waiting for the right moment to bloom. It was a little messy, but that was alright given that it had been a while since either of you had probably done this.

A cough snapped you both out of the trance you were in. "Okay, lovebirds, I'm happy that you two are getting along again and all but can this--" she waved her knife in between you two from where she stood against the doorframe by the exit, a look of disgust on her face. "Wait until after we're all out of here? This place gives me the creeps."

A small laugh left you and him, and you broke apart. "She's right, we'd better get moving before anything else that may be in here finds us."

He had a smirk on his face, another look you hadn't really seen before. "Lead the way honey'"

Oh, you could get used to this.

#joel miller #the last of us #the last of us show #the last of us hbo #the last of us spoilers #joel miller x reader #joel miller x #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #pedro pascal #the last of us part one #tlou #tlou fanfiction #tlou spoilers #tlou show

[silentprincessandsweethibiscus]

Three Plus One: Sometimes the choices we make lead to unexpected situations, and sometimes those situations leave you longing for something missing, and far more questions than answers. But no Link has ever been able to walk away from a good mystery, so that’s no problem for the Heroes of the Four Sword.

Chapter One- This is not the Eternal Nothingness I signed up for: Shadow knew breaking the mirror would be the end of it and was ready, or so it thought, but this is nothing like what it expected. I am honestly so fuckin excited to post this chapter. its a bit shorter then the first two chapters of Four Minus One were, but its also the first appearance of my favorite little void creature, and im quite happy with how it turned out!

This chapter takes place before Four Minus One, but after this if you want to avoid any spoilers for that fic I will start each chapter of this one by telling you what chapter you should be up to in the sibling fic. I hope you enjoy reading both of them as much as I’m enjoying writing them.

The last thing it remembered was the sounds of something shattering mixed with it’s own screams. The feeling of arms, familiar and loving, desperately pulling it into their chest. Reassurances from its new, friends? It was unsure on what exactly the other three felt about it, and that's where the confusion set in. It felt unsure. It should not be feeling anything. It shattered the mirror. It’s very life. To take back control from those who had been in control of its entire life, and to protect the one… No, the ones it loved. It may be unsure of how they had felt, but it did know it cared for them. Regardless of what they thought, they were its family, and if it had the chance to go back and do that all again, it would make the same choice.

The more Shadow became aware of its seemingly impossible train of thought, the more it became aware of the ever increasing need to survey its surroundings, and assess whatever situation it had gotten itself into with its most recent stunt. However, peeling its eyes open did little in the way of helping it understand. There was nothing. Just blackness. Total and oppressing. Even the shadows it had been born from had the faintest light by which one with any kind of night vision could see. Moving its limbs was like trying to swim through a chu-chu, but there was no sensation on its skin. No heat or cold, not the faintest breeze. Trying to speak yielded some interesting results. It could hear its voice only in the way one could hear their own voice while their ears were plugged. It could hear it in the back of its throat, but the sound did not carry past its lips even so far as to reach its ears.

Shadow hadn’t expected a nice afterlife, after everything, Demise knows it didn't really expect an afterlife at all. Who would have guessed there would be something waiting for a shadow after death, but when it had considered the eternal nothingness waiting for it this was not what it thought it meant. It had thought it would simply cease to be, not that it would be stuck in the eternal nothingness. It wondered, just for a moment, if this had been worth it. If, knowing that this was waiting on the other side of a broken mirror, it would still do it. Was freedom from Gannon and Vaati truly worth it if this was its reward? Its thoughts returned to Vio, safe with their brothers. With Vaati gone, and some of the power Gannon was drawing from gone, the four of them surely defeated him, rescued Princess Zelda, and returned to their home. Maybe they stayed separate. Or maybe they became Link again. Either way, Shadow knew it had been more than worth it.

As Shadow’s thoughts drifted to Vio and the others it started to imagine how things could have gone. If Vio had actually betrayed the others. Hyrule under their control. A sadness washed over it, the two of them had made such a great team, it was still hard for Shadow to wrap his head around the fact that it had mostly been a lie. It thought back to the day Vio had tried to break the mirror. Pacing in front of them in a cell, pleading with Vio to understand why they would fake all of this. The friendship Shadow could understand. Respect even. It was underhanded, conniving, and brilliant. All the things Shadow had wanted Vio on its team for. But the relationship? Why had they faked that? Why lie about those kinds of emotions? That was beyond underhanded. That was pure evil. Everyone thought Shadow was so bad, so why was Vio the one who had done this. Shadow had been enamored by them, sure, but Vio was the one who pushed them over the edge from friends to something more. It took hours of arguing, in that tiny cell, for Vio to convince Shadow that the relationship had been real. They're feelings had been real. An uncalculated variable, that Vio had not expected, and had not meant to act on. They knew they would have to hurt Shadow in the end, but in the moment that it had happened they had not been thinking about that. That they had only been thinking about the way the moonlight was shining off Shadows hair, and the way it threw its whole body into even the smallest chuckle. 

And Shadow had believed them, had let them leave. It couldn’t just let them out of course, the punishment from Gannon had it done that was unthinkable, but it could manufacture a situation for their siblings to come save them. So it had faked an execution. It was still punished for allowing a traitor in, and for failing to stop Vio’s siblings from rescuing them, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as it would have been, and that was alright. Even if it had to lie during the planning, to convince Vio it wouldn’t be punished for that.

Then, on the other end of everything, how would things have changed if Shadow had left with Vio. Would Gannon come after them? Or send the flying rat? Would the five of them have been able to come up with a different solution? A way to take them both out without breaking the mirror. A way for Shadow to have lived. Would the other three have even entertained the notion that Vio had changed Shadow’s mind. Had changed Shadow. It hoped so. Fighting alongside the others for the short time it did had been nice, even if they had thought it was Vio at the time. It had felt wanted when Vio joined its side, but that was the first time Shadow had ever felt like part of a team. It had always known it was nothing more than a tool to Gannon. And despite being instrumental in freeing Vatti the damn rat never saw it as anything more than a pawn. The momentary, albeit false, sense of community it had felt with the Links had done nothing but solidify the plan it had already started to formulate when Vaati had taken Princess Zelda from her place in the tower. Had made the decision to break the mirror easy. And if it was truly stuck in this void for the rest of whatever existence awaited it, the feeling of that sense of belonging was something it would treasure until it could no longer feel, as expected when entering this place.

Lost in its own thoughts Shadow did not notice when the woman's voice began, but once it noticed it was impossible to miss it. “Shadow.” It briefly wondered if its mind was playing tricks on it, but surely if it were to hallucinate a voice in this endless nothing it would be hearing Vio’s. “Listen.” Or Zelda. “Awake.” One of the other Links even. “Follow me.” Gannon or Vaati if its mind had really wanted it to be afraid. “You have more yet to do.” But this was not anyone Shadow recognized, so why was she speaking in its head? “You still have purpose.” There was no regular interval to when the voice would speak. “Come now.” No way to guess when or what it would say. “Shadow.” And the more it spoke the more Shadow began to fear it. “The Heroes approach.” Began to fear what exactly it wanted from it. “You must awake now.” There was not much it could do either way. “There is no time.” So it simply shrunk further into itself. “Little shadow.” Tried to ignore the voice the best it could. “Let me help you.” And tried to ignore the pull in its gut. “Finish what you started.”

#four swords #shadow #linked universe #my work #fic #one verse

[hellsite-hungergames]

fic recs?? i have many that i could recommend. biggest one though right now is a legend of zelda fic (hyperfixation go brrr):

Moonlight (every single night) by Heleentje (https://archiveofourown.org/works/33768109/chapters/83938897): TIME LOOPS TIME LOOPS TIME LOOPS (and also a Champions Live AU!! how i love to see it)

pretty much, Link has to keep on repeating the five days after beating Ganon. (plus some stuff before that? the starting point for the loop is the morning Link wakes up before defeating ganon the first time around). it is an EXTREMELY engrossing piece of fiction, it had me going "oh shit" and cheering out loud at points. the characters are all top notch, they literally ALL feel so human. plus its depictions of grief are also very very good! because it's a time loop you of course get a lot of the same losses over and over again, but you still FEEL it each and every time. plus from a more narrative standpoint, it is PHENOMENAL with foreshadowing and pointing you in the right direction without giving anything away. it's not a funny or lighthearted fic (although there are moments like that), but that's part of what makes me like it.

also, it has PLENTY of side stories, currently sitting at eight. the main fic is finished, but side stories are still being added! (i feel like i should note that not all of these side stories are by Heleentje like the main fic, some of them are by Ginneke instead.) if you're completely unfamiliar with the general story of breath of the wild i would recommend taking a glance at the wiki first to give yourself some context but it should still be fine? you seem like the kind to jump into fics from fandoms you know nothing about anyway

overall an 11/10 fic for me!

ALSO a much quicker rec for The Pilgrim's Progress by Antares8 (https://archiveofourown.org/series/1051850), which is Over The Garden Wall. a beast!wirt series about acceptance with side themes of scapegoating in some of the later installments, plus some of the BEST worldbuilding i've ever seen in a fic. manages not to fall into the "way-too-dark-and-grim" pit that stops me from getting too far in a lot of longer beast!wirt things. also still a wip, and it takes a while to update, but it's very very good. this one should also be good if you don't know the source media, but honestly if you haven't already seen otgw already you really really should, it's shorter than most movies and so, so good.

i have a lot more fics i could recommend, but tumblr is starting to lag with how long this is so i think i should stop for now :P

I WAS HYPERFIXATING ON BOTW LAST MONTH/EARLY THIS MONTH BUT COULDN'T FIND ANY GOOD FANFIC SO I AM LOVING THAT YOU REC'D ONE

And also otgw is one of my favorite shows so I can't wait to read that

#capitol ask #hellsite hunger games #fic ask

[intoevernightfanfic]

💝, 📍,💋,🎉

😁

💝what is a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

Goodness, I'm gonna have to talk about several right now lol. Honestly, I was shocked at the response to At Your Service. Just so many kudos and hits on the first couple of chapters (it's been such a long period since I last posted that I can't say about now, but that doesn't matter). IDK why I was so surprised, because porn with plot does well. It happened with Twenty First Times, which was my pet project but I didn't think it would be that popular either, and yet for a while, it was my most kudos-ed fic. Anyway, insert pikachu shocked face lol.

On the flip side, I was really surprised that Spirits and Specters flopped as hard as it did. I thought it was cute! But I suppose it sounded too bittersweet, and gen fics don't do as well. As far as ship fics, I was a little surprised High Tide didn't hit the same stats as my other PWP fics. At first, I wondered if maybe it was written worse than those, but then considering that the other PWP from Tomoe's POV didn't do as well as the ones from Nanami's POV, I think maybe we just all want the story to be told from the POV of the hot fox's love interest. 🤣

🎈describe your style as a writer; is it fixed? does it change?

(Sorry! ;3; I couldn't find📍so I grabbed the closest one in appearance!)

I don't think it changes too much in style. Any adjustments are based on the genres I'm writing for, but I still have my quirks and I still have my preferred flows and syntactical structures. I have a few fics that I've tried to be more minimalistic about (which I struggle with, because I feel like I won't be understood if I don't beat a dead horse LOL). I think, again, it depends on the subject matter and genre, though. Like, for instance, Arranged Marriage is a much more complicated fic than Twenty First Times. Plus, I have multiple POVs in the former. It's going to be a lot longer.

For the future, though, I'd like to limit to one POV and that will affect it a bit. Mostly I need this change because the amount of editing I've been doing is unsustainable. I need shorter chapters to work with.

💋when you leave comments on a fic, do you want to hear back from the writer?

Not gonna lie -- I do! It goes back to fostering community and opening dialogue with other fans. But I also understand if someone doesn't have the spoons or doesn't know what to say, and it's totally fine not to reply. I don't feel ignored if someone doesn't respond to me and I'll keep commenting. The only time I might feel a bit weird is if everyone else gets a reply but me. Then I wonder if I'm overstepping some boundary I didn't know about. I would 100% rather know if I've made someone uncomfortable so I can adjust my behavior.

🎉how often do you celebrate completing & posting a work? how often do you give yourself the credit/validation that you seek from others when you post? (if you don't, you should!)

Honestly? Not enough these days LOL. I don't think it's a secret that I've been very frustrated lately. And it's really no one's fault but my own! I have a tendency to chop things up because I fret over how it comes across, or if it's actually "bad" (even when I enjoyed writing it), and I've been putting unnecessary pressure on myself. I will say I have a huge sense of accomplishment and relief when I finish the first draft of a chapter fic I worked on, especially if it went on for a while. I typically enjoy reading the first draft way more than what ends up being posted (probably because I've read it to death by that point LOL).

Thanks for the ask, @liz8080 😁💕

#asks #liz8080

[screechthemighty]

Second fic update for today, AKA proof that I haven't forgotten about my The Batman fic! AO3 link will be in a reblog but here's the (shorter but with cameos) chapter below!

a symbol of hope - chapter three

November 22:

“You asked him for an interview?!”

“Lois…” Clark pointed at the woman on the other end of the video call. “Lois Lane, you look me in the eyes and tell me you wouldn’t have done the same thing.”

“Of course I would’ve, but this is different!”

“How? How is it any different?”

“Have you even been around a gun before?”

“I’m from rural Kansas!” Though, to be fair, Clark understood the misconception. He knew he had the aura of someone who’d only seen guns on TV. “Lois, I promise you, I’m fine. Jimmy, tell her I’m fine.”

“He’s fine,” Jimmy called from where he was editing photos. “He’s actually a little too fine. It’s freaking me out.”

Clark groaned. “Thank you, James.”

Lois laughed, then suddenly got serious again. “But seriously, I’m glad you’re okay,” she said. “I know Gotham is rough, but I wasn’t expecting one of you to get into a hostage situation.”

Clark’s brain stalled out, just long enough to make things awkward. Say something. Say something!! “Thanks,” he said finally. “I mean…if I’m being honest, I’m more scared of how my mom is gonna react than I was of the gunman…”

Talking too much, stop now!

“Oh, you should definitely be worried about your mom,” Lois said. “I’m pretty sure the incident made national news.”

Well, on the plus side, Clark wasn’t drowning in his crush on Lois anymore. On the other hand, he was now drowning in dread that his parents would be hearing about this from the national news. “...I wasn’t, uh…in any of the video footage, was I?”

His personal phone rang. The caller ID said Home. At this time of day, it would probably be… “That her?” Lois guessed.

“...yeah, I’ve gotta go,” Clark said. “I’ll call you if I’m not being dragged onto a plane back to Kansas.”

“Tell her I said ‘hi.’”

“Will do. ‘Bye, Lois.” Clark ended the video call and answered his phone. “Hi, Ma…”

“What happened?! Are you okay?”

Whelp. He must’ve been in the video footage, then. “I’m fine, nothing happened.” There was a lot of weight to the word nothing. He might not have been at risk of being shot, but there were many, many ways that encounter could have ended badly. He knew it. His mother definitely knew it. “I met the Batman, though!”

“You asked him for an interview, didn’t you?”

“I…yeah.”

“And? Did you get an interview with the Batman?”

“No,” he said. “Well, I mean, he didn’t say no, but he did look at me like I had two heads, so I’m taking that as a no.”

His work phone buzzed again. Clark glanced at it. Unfamiliar number, but it was a Gotham area code. No way. “Sorry, can you hold on a second? Work…” It felt awful putting his own mother on hold to check his work phone, but such was adult life. And if this was who he hoped it was, he was sure she’d understand.

“Clark Kent, Daily Planet,” Clark said.

“Mr. Kent, this is Lieutenant Gordon of the Gotham Police Department.”

Clark sat up straight, only barely catching his personal phone before it was knocked off the bed. “Uh, good evening, Lieutenant. How can I help you?”

“I was hoping to speak to you about earlier. Do you have any time?”

“Give me half an hour and I’m all yours.” Clark’s mind was racing. He’d already wrapped up the Wayne story, so if he just finished transcribing that recording, he could make it before it got too dark. “Do you want me to meet you at the station?”

“Actually, I was thinking somewhere a little more private.”

Oh. So it was going to be like that. Something told Clark this wouldn’t just be a one on one meeting with the Lieutenant.

Fine by me. He’d just have to resist the urge to ask for another interview. He had a feeling the answer would be the same.

.

“The doctors are still trying to determine if the implant can be removed safely.” Gordon stared out over the city. Fog was starting to settle in. Forecast called for more rain, possibly a wintry mix. Wouldn’t be long before it was entirely snow.”Anything on your end?”

“Everything I’ve found is theoretical. One device started animal trials last year, but nothing since.” This wouldn’t stop some people, of course, but it made investigation more difficult. “I'll keep digging.”

Gordon sighed heavily and reached into his pockets. “You know, I was really hoping the insane riddle cult leader would be the worst of it.” He pulled out a box of cigarettes. “Do not tell my wife.”

I’ve never met your wife, the Batman thought, but no. Gordon was just making small talk. It was a thing people said to acknowledge they shouldn’t be doing something. The Batman hummed in response before asking, “How’s your daughter?”

The flash of a lighter illuminated Gordon’s face, revealing a less exhausted expression. “Barb’s doing good,” he said. “She’s been dismantling VCRs lately. She says ‘hi.’”

Barbara Gordon always said “hi.” She’d stopped sending crayon drawings along with her father, but she’d never stopped saying “hi.” The Batman had only seen her in glimpses since that night–Gordon had done her best to keep her out of the spotlight–but she seemed to be doing well.

He was glad.

The sound of an elevator drew him from his thoughts. It came to a stop at the top of the roof; Clark Kent stepped out, highly visible in his red windbreaker. His eyes darted from Gordon to the Batman and then out over the city. “Wow,” he said. “That’s a view.”

“Better when it’s not so miserable.” Gordon stepped forward to shake Clark Kent’s hand. “Thanks for coming on such short notice.”

“No problem. Is Ben all right?”

“Comfortable and stabilizing. Very apologetic about you.”

Clark laughed a bit awkwardly. “Eh, I’m forgiving. Uhm.” He glanced towards the Batman, then held out a package to Gordon when the Batman didn’t approach. “Copies of the conversation, transcripts, uhm, everything I could remember. I wanted to look into what he was saying with brain implants, but…”

“We have people looking into that. You’ve done enough.” Gordon was polite, but the Batman had heard that tone before. It usually meant don’t get involved more. “You still have my number if anything comes up.”

“Right. Yeah, of course.” Again, Clark Kent’s eyes darted to the Batman. His stare lingered, calculating. “...okay, I’m sorry, one question. Completely off the record, just one question. If you don’t mind, uh, sir.”

The Batman gritted his teeth. He’d never been interviewed when he was like this. He made a point of avoiding it. Still, the interview with Clark Kent hadn’t been…horrible. Maybe he could learn something about the man. “What?”

Kent’s eyes widened, but the question came quickly. “Why start? I mean…” He gestured out over the city. “You’ve been doing this for…two years, if I’m not mistaken, but why did you decide to start at all?”

The Batman had heard that question many times. Gordon had even asked him once. “The city needed help,” the Batman said. It was a simple answer in his mind. “I could provide that help.”

“Right, I mean…fair, but why this kind of help? You’re doing a lot more than the average citizen would. How do you make that kind of decision?”

His tone was…interesting. Not the tone he’d used during the Wayne interview. What was that? “You said one question,” the Batman pointed out.

Kent hesitated, then smiled. “...guess I did, huh?” He blinked and looked up. “Rain again?”

“Always,” Gordon grumbled. He passed the envelope off to the Batman. “Well, thank you again, Mr. Kent. I’ll see you out.”

“Thank you, sir.” Kent offered the Batman a wave. “You have a good night.”

Good probably wasn’t going to be the word for it, but the Batman nodded anyway. He waited until the elevator had descended before checking the envelope’s contents. A jump drive and a carefully typed manuscript. Likely nothing new, but it could still be something.

Even if it wasn’t, the meeting had confirmed something very important: Clark Kent wasn’t going to let this go. The look on his face, the fact that he had expressed so much interest at all, confirmed that. Could be a liability.

Could be an asset.

.

Lieutenant Gordon looked like a man ripped right out of the pages of a crime novel. It didn’t exactly make for great small talk, but…Clark had to ask. He had to know.

“...so…”

“You want to know why an established police lieutenant is working with the Batman.”

Well, that made things easier, sort of. “Actually, yes,” Clark admitted. “I’m not criticizing you for it, it’s just…he is a vigilante. I think most would consider it a career risk.”

Gordon grunted. He gave Clark a long look, like he was trying to pick him apart. “You want the on the record answer or the off the record one?”

“Can I have both?”

“On the record, if we can’t stop him, we can at least keep an eye on him, and I’m the only one he puts up with. Off the record…”

The elevator came to a stop. Gordon didn’t say anything as they got off. Clark was worried for a moment that he’d changed his mind, but Gordon kept talking: “You hear about our clown incident a year ago?”

He had, actually. “Crime spree by a guy calling himself the Joker. Yeah, I heard. The Batman brought him in, right?”

“Yeah.” Gordon surveyed the street, eyes sharp, looking for danger. “We weren’t so close back then. He was doing his thing, we were doing ours, and it was causing a lot of aggravation higher-up. Especially since the Joker seemed to have a thing for him.” He scoffed. “But we kept trying. Thought we had the sick bastard cornered at one point, but he managed to get away, hijacked a car. It…” He stopped, took a deep breath. “My daughter was in that car.”

Clark felt his heart sink at those words, at the way they were said. Gordon did an admirable job holding it together, but some of the pain still bled through. Clark wasn’t sure if he should offer condolences or not, and he didn’t get the chance to try. Gordon pressed on: “The Batman joined the pursuit. Joker crashed the car, managed to get out without getting injured, fled the scene. He could’ve gone after him, I know a lot of guys would’ve, but he didn’t. He got Barbara out and stayed with her until we got there. Looked me dead in the eyes and promised me that son of a bitch wouldn’t get away with it.” Another huff, this one amused. “He had him in our custody two days later.”

Noted: do not piss off the Batman. “Is your daughter…?”

“She lived. Spent a lot of time in the hospital afterwards, still healing, really. But it would’ve been a lot worse if he hadn’t gotten her out of the car.” Gordon looked Clark in the eyes, his tone suddenly becoming very serious. “He’s a good man. One of the only people who actually gives a shit about this place and is willing to do something about it.” He broke eye contact, his shoulders slumping and his tone growing exasperated. “And if we’re gonna have to keep dealing with clowns, riddlers, and fuckin’ brain implants, might as well fight fire with fire.”

“You do seem to have some unique problems here, yeah,” Clark admitted. The kind of problems you’d need a specialist for. A specialist in a bat suit.

I wonder.

He dismissed the thought. Now wasn’t the time for his own existential crises. He had a story to investigate (while not interfering in police activity, of course, he would never). Whatever had been floating around his head ever since the arrival of the Batman could wait.

But that thought didn’t stop Clark from hesitating at the bottom of the building and glancing back up. A quick blink and a switch of vision confirmed that the Batman wasn’t up there anymore. He was off into the night, hopefully using Clark’s information for good.

Still, his presence lingered.

#the batman 2022 #fic: a symbol of hope

[wymgreenteam]

just another manic wip wmonday

it’s been a week to the hour since i last posted an update on this. in that time, i’ve written over 10k words in this fic and it’s still not fucking done. when will it end? will it end, perhaps, is the question i should be asking myself. anyway, two entire scenes to write still, plus a few missing puzzle pieces in the middle. we’re getting close. again, unbeta’d excerpt (shorter this time, i promise), read at your own risk, etc etc etc

Nico nods, satisfied, and pops the box open. Jack doesn’t have to look in it because he already knows what it is—he spent way too much time picking it out to not know what it is—so he watches Nico’s face instead as he pulls out the delicate silver ring.

“I— um,” Jack starts when the silence gets to be too much. “I wanted to give you a ring on my own terms. I just— It’s something that represents what we’ve gone through, I guess? There’s an engraving…”

“February seventh?” Nico holds up the ring, examining. “What’s the significance?”

“It’s kind of, um…” Jack’s nervous all of a sudden, palms sweaty on his thighs. “When we had our first movie night. The first day we— That was the first time we really talked. Became friends.” He doesn’t want to say that he almost put the date of the day before their wedding instead, the date of the day they first kissed. “I don’t know, I wasn’t really thinking, but I wanted—”

Nico cuts him off by throwing his arms around Jack and pulling him in. Jack nearly tumbles out of his seat and onto Nico’s lap. Carefully, he wraps his arms around Nico and presses his face into his shoulder, breathing in deep. He smells like his usual cologne, spicy and woodsy, but he also just smells like Nico. He smells like home.

“Thank you,” Nico murmurs, his breath tickling the side of Jack’s neck. Jack shivers a little and holds Nico tighter. “This means a lot.”

A short laugh bubbles up from Jack’s throat. How can Nico not know all the things Jack feels for him at this point? How can Nico not understand that Jack’s in love? “You mean a lot.”

Nico’s lips brush Jack’s skin. Jack feels he’s been doused in gasoline, ready to be set ablaze and Nico’s holding the lighter right next to him as Nico whispers, “So do you.”

anyway. if you read this, thank you. it’s actually almost done i swear, so expect it in the next week or two, depending on my beta’s workload (always respect the beta’s workload). likely that this’ll be split up into two parts, but i’m not sure yet. we’ll see how i feel once i get the first half all set and done.

current wc: 41,512

#i can't even tell if this is more or less unhinged than my usual wip wmondays #if i had to rank it out of ten it would be a solid 6.3 #it's not crazy or anything but it's also jack pining over nico so of course it's going to be dramatic #yes this is still the arranged marriage fic #and frankly the whole second half of this fic is just jack pining over nico #there's a lot of yearning and angst in this one ngl #but it's jack so idk what you expect me to do other than simply write him as he should be #lil.snippets

[soleilocverse]

Chapter 17 Commentary

I think it was v fun to write Ray POV cooking a meal vs. Soleil POV cooking a meal! Like :) Soleil's is so drawn-out and over-anxious and detailed /because/ he's over-anxious. he's never certain about if he's done a good job (and is v concerned about that) until he gets outside approval and it Shows. Ray is not nearly as stressed or distressed about the cooking itself and so I hope it was conveyed the different vibes.

Emily is not as privy to Soleil's trauma but she knows something is Up. She's also not close enough to him to ask (either to understand more or offer support) which leads to her often being like, hm. Well, moving on. When smth is obvs Up and she doesn't want to pry or linger. I think she's the type of chara to not like, try and Guess what's up either. I have other charas who might try and extrapolate based on reactions but i genuinely think Emily's like, kay well, he'll tell me or he won't.

soleil has not been the biggest fan of wearing turtlenecks for a While. idt i like? put that in the fic until this point, he just. doesn't wear them if he can help it. soleil has a Thing about saying he doesn't like something if it could be the Wrong opinion or hurt someone else's feelings or get Him hurt or make him look ungrateful etc, and this will :) keep coming up in the fic :)

same w/ Soleil's ankle pain from last chapter. Not only would he not Say anything, his internal narration doesn't make mention of it either, because what would be the point or recognizing it? It's not like anything would change so he should just do his best to work around it.

Though I think he Does consciously clock that he doesn't like the turtlenecks and consciously works around it (like making sure he has enough of his other shirts so he doesn't have to wear them). while w/ his pain, bc he's so used to it, it doesn't consciously register--especially because he's used to always being in pain and before he can think too much about it, he's already resigned to the fact that it's going to hurt for a while bc he stood too much. but eventually it'll go back to hurting a little less. And so he's a little more careful (bc it's not like he /wants/ to be in more pain) but it's a routine and unconscious kind of adjustment, one that doesn't prompt dwelling in his POV chapters.

It was unintentional repeating "in a move" etc during the sex scene but I really liked that they each got their own separate thing.

I do waffle every time about including a sex scene, or if maybe i should add a content (not trigger) warning if there's going to be one that ch. i do try and keep them on the shorter side tho, and i also tend to think that people could just skip it if they didn't want to read?

LOL ALSO, unintentionally :) ray running his hand through each of his partners' hair during the sex scene mirroring earlier

Actually: that is one of the main reasons I'm deciding to keep the smut in the chapter. I'd started drafting up a separate work to put it in but!! I think it's fun that there are parallels in their relationships + behaviors in and out of sex, plus it's an important part of their connection/dynamic and i hope/don't think it's too out of place to include it

i think it's also just. good setup for future plotlines re: sex can be fun and teasing and enjoyable and entirely consensual, double re: soleil's past trauma [will continue to waffle about this]

me setting up to post and realizing one more. that i have forgotten a title for the ch (i have. One ch title planned as of rn, everything else is just OH FUCK, i forgot :) vibes As I'm posting)

#Commentary #Ch.17 #Ray #Soleil #Emily

[victorluvsalice]

Forgotten Vows Friday: An Introductory Guide To Magic -- Chapter One Rough Draft Done!

Yup, FINALLY wrestled that into submission. Mostly by just redoing a bunch of lists I’d already done before for my website, just with slightly different language. :p The chapter as a whole covers:

What magic is, roughly

How it’s measured (the “thaum” stuff I was discussing before)

Magical potency between places and people

How much and how little magic people can have

Magical burnout

Magical auras

Terms for magic users

What magic CANNOT do

I'm still not completely happy with it, of course, but -- well, it's a rough draft. I can clean it up in the editing passes. *nods*

Now I get to move onto Chapter Two and some more of the fun stuff, like how spellcasting actually works and how one makes wands and potions! Hopefully trying to find the right wording for things will not be so much of a struggle in this chapter. . .

#forgotten vows friday #forgotten vows verse #the fvv magic system #I'm not sure WHY this fic has been so hard at times #though part of me suspects Fallout 4 as a distraction #it can be hard to concentrate on fantasy stuff when I've dove so deep into a sci-fi property #But I'm giving it my best shot! #maybe it'll be easier when I finish Secundus 2 and can concentrate on it a little more fully #but I suspect that won't be til the end of this year at the earliest #Secundus 2 doesn't have THAT many chapters left #but we're getting more into the 'long hauls' here #as you've probably noticed with Chapter 8 :p #on the plus side this fic should be much shorter #and should go up faster once it's ready #we'll see when that is! #queued

[scarlettriot]

Breaking Point - Stitches

Pairing: Hockey Player Eijiro Kirishima x F!Reader

Warnings: Minors DNI, Blood, Swearing, Jealousy

Contains: As the pairing suggests, Kiri is a hockey player, reader is also plus size.

Summary: An injury during practice has you in the bathroom with Eijiro again, this time tending to the gash across his forehead. You know it's not going to be close to healed in time for his first official game of the season.

Word Count: 2,297

A/N: This is part four in the Breaking Point series. I am getting back into fics after a small break so, apologizes for this being shorter than usual. I hope you enjoy it all the same. Friendly reminder this is a quirkless AU.

Other Parts:

Breaking Point - Part One - Locked Out

Breaking Point - Part Two - Intimacy

Breaking Point - Part Three - On Ice

Breaking Point - Part ? - Do More (This is just out-of-order smut for the time being)

Tags: sleepynaya, @kenmakai, @ace-of-books - Thank you <3

You'd fallen into a bit of a routine on Saturday nights, not that you minded. It started on a particularly random weekend, one where you, Denki, Mina, and Eijiro had all managed to come down with the flu. You were all downright miserable and extremely bored.

Since Itsuka was away, you offered up your apartment to the other three in hopes of sparing Hanta from your sickness. And, ever since, Saturdays were reserved for huddling together in your living room watching silly movies and getting take out. The only thing different on this particular night was that this was going to be the last one since, in seven days, the hockey season would officially be underway.

The knock on your door was a little earlier than you expected, a quick glance at the clock let you know that practice was just now wrapping up and yet Eijiro stood on the other side of your door.

His sharp-toothed grin was the same as it always was but something was wrong, a very obvious something. "You're bleeding."

He touched his fingers to his brow. "Damn, thought it stopped."

"Stopped!" You pulled him into your apartment, "That's a huge cut! We need to get you to the ER or the campus nurse at least!"

"Nurse is gone for the weekend and it's fine. It'll stop in a little bit anyway."

You seriously doubted that. The sizable cut ran just above his right eyebrow, blood still trickling down the edge. "Come here." You tugged his wrist and he dutifully followed you into your bathroom. "Sit." Eijiro raised his good eyebrow at you. "If you're not going to go to the ER then you're going to at least let me make sure this doesn't get infected. So, sit."

He chuckled but listened, sitting down on the edge of the tub, "Yes, ma'am."

You pulled out the first aid kit and then meticulously washed your hands before slipping them into gloves, wondering just where the hell you were going to start with this.

Eijiro sat frozen still while you pressed clean pads of gauze over his brow. Blood soaked through the first one in seconds and the second didn't fare much better but, with added pressure, the third seemed to be slowing it down. "You should be getting stitches for this..." You grumbled at him.

"I do not need stitches. I've had worse cuts than this heal just fine, thank you very much." He continued to point out all the reasons he didn't need to see a doctor while you carefully cleaned it with water, padding it gently with more gauze.

"Fine. Since you don't need stitches, I'm gonna at least use some of these," You shook the small box of zip sutures and Eijiro's eyes went wide.

"What are those?"

You pulled out one of them and stepped between his open legs to show him exactly how the bandage would work to close the wound. "So, no needles?"

"Nope."

"You're sure?"

"I'm positive, Kiri, do you see any needles around here?"

"I'm just making sure! I don't want it to be like, surprise! Because that'd be a really shitty surprise!"

You narrowed your eyes and wondered allowed, "Is someone afraid of needles?"

"Yes! I'm man enough to admit it! I hate 'em!"

"Eijiro! You have a tattoo!"

"That's different!"

It was clear this wasn't an agreement you were going to win and so you dropped it with a sigh, "How'd this happen anyway?"

Your plan was to keep him talking, distracting him from the work you were doing on his head as best you could. "Just practice. You know how it goes. Katsuki is just running us hard since the season starts next week."

"Doesn't explain how you got cut though."

"I just took a puck to the face."

Your fingers hovered for a moment and you looked down at him, "You took a puck to the face?" He nodded, "Eijiro, you wear a mask! How the hell did a puck go through your mask and still manage to do this kinda damage!"

You knew that guilty look on his face by now, he didn't even need to utter the words but he still confessed, "I, uh, wasn't wearin' it."

"EIJIRO!"

"Practice was nearly done! I'd blocked every single shot they took at me, and not with my face! Kat took one final shot at this happened right after I took it off. I was an accident, he thought I was paying attention but I wasn't."

All you could do was shake your head and return to the cut. You had everything in place. "This probably isn't gonna feel great..."

"'S fine. Can't hurt worse than the puck did."

But when you pulled the first zip his hands braced hard on the edge of the tub, "Go on." He gritted.

There were five you had to pull in total and Eijiro gritted his teeth through the first four before his hands shot outward, grabbing your hips and begging. "Okay, wait, gimme just a second, fuck, this might hurt worse than I let on."

You chuckled and held still, his fingers loosening their grip on you while he muttered a quiet sorry for being so rough. "Just one more, Ei, then it'll be all closed up." He nodded and you quickly pulled the last one closed, his fingers flexing into you briefly before letting out a slow, steady breath you didn't realize he held.

"How'd you get so good at doing all this?" He asked while you cleaned everything up.

Ignoring the slight ache in your chest, "I've had a lot of practice. I had a pretty accident-prone group of friends growing up. We took care of each other."

"You're pretty good at that, ya know? Takin' care of people."

You didn't dare look up at him leaning against the doorframe, instead, you focused really hard on putting the first aid kit back precisely how you found it. If you did look up at him, those silly little butterflies he'd been infecting you with over the past few weeks were sure to erupt and you couldn't have that.

Eijiro was a friend, you had to keep reminding yourself of that fact. He was your first friend since college and a really good one at that! Introduced you to more friends so you now had a group to spend time with when Itsuka was away. You could not be getting stupid butterflies for a friend. Even if that friend did say and do really sweet things... and his smile was often your final thought before drifting off to sleep most nights.

School was what was most important right now. Getting your life back on track. Not catching feelings.

"I just do what I can."

But when you stood up he was so damn close. Towering over you with a look on his face that you couldn't quite read. A knock on your front door snapped the trance between you two, "That's probably the others. I should-"

"Right, yeah, of course." He stepped aside and you brushed by him in the narrow hall.

It settled in when his fingers grazed your arm, you couldn't catch what you were already harboring.

>>><<<

You found yourself wedged between Itsuka and Mina at the very first game of the season. Wearing the school colors and cheering at the top of your lungs. You followed along as best you could, listening and taking in the small lessons both girls taught you about the plays the team was making though you missed chucks of information thanks to all the noise.

That didn't take away from the enjoyment though. Watching everyone rush around the ice while you tried to keep your eyes training on that black piece of rubber getting smacked around. You couldn't help but flinch every time took a shot at your team's goal, wincing when the puck connected with one of Eijiro's many pads.

But, the man was on fire. He'd been good at the few practices you'd caught. Diligent and skilled but now, damn, the way he moved was like something else entirely. Bending and reaching just right to make sure nothing got past him. And the one shot that did, you swore you could see his eyes narrow from behind his mask, determined not to let another get by.

It was all over too soon, or, it felt too soon. Like, you'd just found your seats and suddenly the game was done. The rest of the team poured out onto the ice to celebrate the first victory of the season. Itsuka tugged on your sleeve and led the way to where you'd meet the boys once they were done dog piling Katuski on the ice.

You stayed near the back of the crowd, eager to greet the victors and share their congratulations, while Itsuka weaseled her way forward only to be scooped up by Tetsutetsu the moment he stepped off the ice.

Eijiro wasn't far behind him, shaking that mane of bright red hair that you'd helped him dye just two days prior. You'd taken a step forward, about to gush about how good they'd done but stopped upon noticing the swarm of girls that gathered around him.

"Hard to believe they were just some goofy club last year." You looked up to see a vaguely familiar face, blonde hair, and baby blue eyes that were watching the team, "I suppose everyone loves an underdog story though."

"Monoma, right?"

A smile crept onto his face, "You remembered. You can call me Neito." He held out his gloved hand. "I didn't catch your name."

You gave it to him as well as your hand to shake. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you. I wouldn't recommend trying to get up there right now. Basking in their glory gets a little crowded. We could wait for them outside."

You stole a glance back to where Itsuka was grinning with her boyfriend and Eijiro was posing for a photo with two girls who had his number painted on their stomachs. You had to ignore the uneasy feeling washing over you watching them. "Yeah, I guess that'd be alright."

Like a gentleman, he offered you his arm and escorted you through the lingering mass of people, holding open the door for you out into the cool night air.

The temperature had dropped dramatically during the game, the sky now an inky black and heavily clouded. When Neito spoke, you could see his warm breath illuminated in the lamplight, asking you to tell him about yourself. How you knew his brother, the rest of the gang, what you were in school for, the basic questions.

"You let a man into your home to use your shower without knowing a thing about him?" He asked with eyebrows high, "Especially one that looks like Kirishima?"

"It wasn't the smartest idea I had, I'll admit that but, I made a really great friend out of it so, I don't regret it for a second. And Denki is great too, all of them are."

His laugh was hollow, "You don't have to sugar coat that group just because I'm related to one of them. I know how they act, how much of a handful they can really be."

"I'm not following. They're a good time. Smart too-" You would have kept going but the doors to the complex opened up, Eijiro, cheeks red, jogging out. "There you are! Everything alright? Tetsu said he thought he saw you leaving and I... did you not have a good time?"

"What! No! I had a blast it was great! You were great!" His worry faded and it seemed he took note of who it was you were standing with. "Monoma just suggested we wait outside for you guys since it was pretty packed. You've got quite a lot of fans."

"Did he now? I, uh, I guess we do. Suppose the season last year really brought people around. I'm gonna go change, do you still wanna come to the club?" You nodded, "Yeah, cool. Well, could you wait in the lobby, please? It's really cold out here and I would hate for you to get sick again."

You almost started to follow Eijiro back inside before turning around to Monoma. "Are you coming too? He's right. It is pretty cold out here."

"Another time. Thanks for the company, Y/N. We should get together more."

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"She was with who?" Itsuka spat why she and Eijiro gathered up sodas from the bar.

"Monoma, yeah, I know."

"When the hell did that start? She hasn't said a word about him to me and that's unlike her!"

Eijiro recalled how the two of you met at the rink but didn't know of any other time you'd been around each other.

"I don't trust him, Ei. He's a damn snake, he always has been." She glared down into one of the glasses as if it was the blonde himself pissing her off. "What he did to you when we were kids," She shook her head, "It was wrong, Ei! And you know all you gotta do is tell her what happened and she'll never speak to him again!"

"We were just kids, Suka, it was stupid. I'm not saying I trust the guy but we were in middle school when that happened. Hell, we should all hate Katsuki if we held things against people for what they did back then."

He had a point and she knew it. "I could tell her."

"No. Just, I'm just telling you so your aware, ya know, in case he comes around."

The bartender set the final drink in front of them, "Like, hell he's coming in my house if I have anything to say about it."

#mha #bnha #mha au #mha x reader #mha x y/n #kirishima #kirishima fluff #kirishima x reader #kirishima x y/n #kirishima smut #in one chapter so far #hockey!kiri

[thesunicarusfellfor]

Hello! I'm in love with the way you write c! Ranboo like hsgsj- amazing! So I would like a request Yandare c! Ranboo and tubbo with a soft reader that is oblivious on how they act twords them but loves them unconditionaly (just fluff please maybe maybe put a Micheal seen in there as well because Micheal is the best character 😌)

I think this is the best compliment I have ever received... Thank you so much🤍🖤

I didn't know whether or not to do headcanons or a full-length fic, so I went with a shorter story if that's alright. ^^ if it's not feel free to send another request!

FYI THIS CAN BE SEEN AS PLATONIC OR ROMANTIC

Too Sweet (For This World) Yandere!C!Ranboo x F!Reader x Yandere!C!Tubbo

It was very common for you to see something out of the corner of your eye, but when you looked, you only saw a bunch of purple particles drifting slowly towards the earth due to gravity. You just assumed there were quite a few endermen still hanging around Snowchester, or some of the goats had come down from the mountains when you saw small little horns peeking out from behind bushes.

There were a couple times a day where you accidentally and very conveniently bumped into Ranboo out in the crater of L'Manberg or Tubbo when walking around Snowchester. It honestly was funny to you that you always seemed to bump into them when you were feeling sad or lonely. Plus, after talking to them and spending time with them, your problems almost magically seemed to disappear!

Such as, there was one time when you were helping clean up the red vines around buildings and Fundy was nagging at you for being so slow or bad at doing everything. After storming away and ranting to Ranboo about it on the verge of tears, Fundy practically scrambled up to you the next day shaking and almost crying, apologizing for every single thing he's ever said or done.

Huh... Maybe he felt that bad about it to the point where he was crying?

Although Fundy never said anything mean to you again, he also stopped hanging around you completely.

When you mentioned this to Tubbo, he explained that Fundy must not have been a real friend and that he and Ranboo would always be there for you before anyone else.

Once the mansion was built, the two platonic husbands eagerly invited you to stay with them, even saying they had Foolish make a room specifically for you! At first, you quite enjoyed your home around L'manberg, but then one day you returned home to a wall of your home completely destroyed by vines, deeming it unlivable. Although a tad convenient..

Tubbo and Ranboo had heard about it through your sobs when you called them, saying you had no clue what to do anymore. They had arrived at your side in almost minutes and quickly helped you pack and move everything to the mansion.

"I thought Snowchester was like... Half a day's walk away from here..." You sniffed, rubbing your red and puffy eyes. The two men of greatly varying heights tensed up momentarily.

"We were in the area." They both blurted out at the same time before glancing at each other.

Tubbo cleared his throat first, "I was in the nether, but luckily for you, I was close to the old L'manberg portal!" He smiled softly at you as you three walked away from your old home.

"M-Me too!" Ranboo coughed awkwardly, causing Tubbo to shoot him an odd look that you decided to brush off, "Now, uh, come on! Michael needs to meet his new mother!"

You blinked in surprise at the new title but didn't question it much, assuming it was simply just a title. Unbeknownst to you, your two best friends already thought you were part of their platonic relationship, despite you never agreeing nor denying, or them even asking.

It took a few days, but the zombie piglin warmed up to you and practically saw you as another one of his parents, which made Ranboo and Tubbo extremely happy. Instead of placing you into one of the regular rooms, they had Foolish turn the basement into two heavily secured rooms a few days before your house had been destroyed, strangely enough, and even designed one perfectly to your liking!

After washing the fruits you had, you walked towards the bookshelf and pulled on the fake book that caused the shelf to swing open. You walked down the quartz stairs after shutting the hidden door, then made your way up to one of the two doors with a pink sign with 'Michael' written in yellow cursive paint. Punching in the code, the iron door slid open and you stepped in before closing it behind you.

A loud cooing grunt was heard and the sound of quiet tapping echoed through the room before a pair of arms wrapped around your leg. "Hello, Michael." You giggled softly as Michael made grabbing hands up towards the bowl of fruit. Placing it down on the table, the child eagerly ran over and began munching on the food as you brushed over the books on the shelves to find one you haven't read to Michael before. "What about... The story of Persephone?"

A disappointed grunt was your only response.

"Guess I did read that one... Hm... Oh! What about the story of Icarus?" This time his response was a happy squeak and tippy taps of his hooves against the warm quartz floors. You sat down in the rocking chair and waited until the child scrambled over and jumped into your lap.

You opened the book and began reading to him for an hour until your eyes slowly slid shut to the quiet snores of the child of your two best friends, who at this point was beginning to see you as a mother.

Quiet 'meh' sounds and 'vrrr'ing noises and a dim flash woke you up from your spot in the rocking chair. Cracking open your eyes, your arms shifted around the nether hybrid as you saw Tubbo holding a camera making happy bleating noises, while Ranboo, who was the source of the buzzing noises, took the book you had been reading from your limp hand to put it back on the shelf.

"What time is it?" You murmured softly to keep the child asleep as you rubbed the back of your stiff and sore neck.

"It's about 5:30pm. Still rather early. Tubbo walked over and gave you a gentle yet affectionate headbutt while he scooped Michael up from your lap to bring him to bed. This caused an odd whining noise to come from the enderman hybrid before he quickly walked over and rested his forehead against yours, resting it there for a few moments before pulling back, his cheeks flushed the same colours as his eyes.

You giggled softly and gave him a gentle pat on the head as he helped you up. He held onto one of your hands as Tubbo eagerly went for the other, jokingly sticking his tongue out at Ranboo who gave a noise of mock offense, causing you three to giggle softly as you left Michael's room and went upstairs.

Tubbo and Ranboo weren't big fans of you leaving the basement on your own, and you were rarely allowed to leave the mansion even with the two boys at your sides. The former president told you it was because he heard rumours of Technoblade searching around for all the members of his cabinet back when he was in charge of L'Manberg, and he just wanted to protect you.

You saw no problems with his story as it was extremely believable. Your history with Technoblade hadn't been the cleanest and he would've definitely taken one of your canon lives back during the attack on L'Manberg, had a stray black and white firework not saved you that day. It had fired off and must've swerved a way that wasn't predicted, because it hit Technoblade hard enough in the chest to knock him away from you.

You don't remember much of that day, except for Ranboo immediately running over to you and dragging you away from the destruction and chaos. Thanks to him, you were almost completely scar free and standing proudly at three canons lives.

A gentle hand on your shoulder brought you back to reality and you saw two sets of eyes staring at you with concern. "Hey... Are you feeling okay?" Ranboo asked softly, tilting your head up to place his free hand against your forehead, "See. I told you she should be getting more sunlight, Tubbo!"

"I'm okay, I'm okay!" You laughed softly at their worry, rubbing your thumbs along the back of their hands, "Just... Remembering the war with Dream and Techno..."

"What about it?" Tubbo asked, bringing you into the living room to sit down with your friends on either side of you.

You pursed your lips together for a moment as you looked at the ground, "Just how... Scary Techno is. And how he was about to kill me without a care about who or what I was."

Angered growling and seething noises came from Ranboo and Tubbo as you felt their grasps tighten around your hands, almost to a painful degree. You looked up and saw their expressions stone-cold and steely although vastly different from each other.

Ranboo's green eye was purple, and the black tone of his skin was beginning to seep into the side with the lack of colour. The corners of his mouth were slowly splitting open wider and wider as his lips parted, allowing you to see the glowing purple colour inside his mouth.

Tubbo's was less obvious. His eyes were blank but also had a bright fire, one burning for revenge, reflected in them. His ears weren't flicking and neither was his tail, his entire body stiff except for a faint sound giving away the fact that his teeth were grinding together.

As much as you tried to endure it, the grip became too harsh and you couldn't help but give a small pained gasp. This caused all physical contact with you to suddenly vanish as the two boys immediately flung themselves away from you, horror and fear in their eyes.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!"

"Are you okay?! Do you need an ice pack?!"

"Or a bandage from my claws?!"

They were both kneeling on the ground in front of you with both of your hands in their grasps again. They repeatedly turned your hands in their own, testing the joints and checking for marks or bruising. "Boys, boys!" You laughed softly, placing your hands on their heads to ruffle their hair gently. You pulled your left hand adorned with two beautiful rings and held it up for them to see, flexing it and moving it around, "See? Perfectly fine. No pain whatsoever!"

While they seemed to have calmed down a lot, they still seemed to be extremely upset and guilty. "I'm still going to get an ice pack... We don't want our wife to be injured..." Tubbo murmured as he quickly got up and walked towards the kitchen.

"I will get started on dinner. And as an apology, I'm making your favourite. (F/f)." Ranboo tried to be a little more upbeat than Tubbo, but you could still see the small amounts of guilt as he turned and followed after the goat hybrid.

Sighing softly at their overreactions, you leaned back against the couch...

Before doing a double-take.

Adorned with rings?!

You quickly flung yourself forward again and looked at your left hand. On your ring finger were two diamond rings, one gold with a green gemstone, and the other silver with a black gemstone, both glistening a faint purple from enchantments...

...

When did these get put on you- wait... Did Tubbo say... wife?

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[yourmidnightlover]

the nickname

Summary: reader convinced spencer to let her take the reins in the bedroom... or does she?

TW: oral (male recieving), fingering, mention of overstimulation, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, riding, scratching, use of nicknames (princess, love, etc.), hints at sugar daddy!spencer, age gap (not specified but i’m thinking around 10-15 years). *let me know if i missed anything*

WC: 2,912

A/N: this hinted at sugar daddy!spencer (not really hinted so much as saying it outright). I also wrote this for @anxiousblanketqueen ‘s fic contest for her birthday! i believe it’s prompt number 21. i hope you enjoy :)

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you had been together for a while, now. maybe 13 months? you bet spencer could recall - more like knew he could.

you had met when you were one of his students. you're going to georgetown on an academic scholarship because no way in hell could you pay for the full tuition when you still couldn't afford it with the scholarships.

he took a liking to you - how could he not? you were a hard worker and proved yourself to be extremely determined. on top of the obvious intelligence, you had a beauty that radiated around you. and that beauty had a touch of... innocence. and maybe that innocent beauty is what initially attracted him to you, but he'd like to think it was just your personality as a whole.

you were never one of the students who would come to his office after hours for help you clearly didn't need. you would use your colored pens and highlighters to help organize your notes, so it took a while to pack everything up to leave.

one day, when there weren't any students lined up out his door, he went to your seat as you were cleaning up. you looked up, rather surprised that your inappropriate crush was standing right by you.

"uhm... hi," you smiled at him as you put your pencil pouch in your bag, breaking eye contact for the briefest of seconds before returning your attention back to him.

"hi. i was uhm..." he cleared his throat, "i was wondering if you had any questions? you never come to the office hours for questions and i was just... just making sure," he stuttered out.

"oh," you chuckled a light, airy laugh that spencer wished he had recorded so he could replay it over and over and over. "i don't have any questions. i guess that just means that you're a really good professor - very thorough," you stood up and flung the bag over your shoulder, still incredibly shorter than him.

"than-thank you," he smiled. "i'm happy to hear that you're actually getting something out of the lessons," you began walking out of the classroom, looking back to ensure that he was following you.

"yes, i truly do," you agreed. "i'm also pretty sure i'm one of the other people who isn't auditing the class," you added.

"correct, you are," he enthusiastically gestured, another laugh leaving your beautiful lips.

"i mean, you can't necessarily blame them for just taking the class," you chuckled as he held the door open for you, you gave him a subtle 'thank you.'

"what do you mean?" he asked in a soft tone.

"i mean you- you're..." you trailed off, gesturing to his entire body in hopes to convey what you meant. he just looked at you with a confused taste, letting you know you needed to elaborate. "you're very... attractive, professor reid."

"oh-that's very... thank you," he blushed as you halted by the bus stop.

"of course," you turned around, looking up to meet his eyes. "so... wait, what time is it?" you asked rather frantically.

"it's," he looked at his silver watch adorning his wrist, "6:27."

"shit," you swore for the first time in front of him, underneath your breath.

"wha-what is it?" he asked, perplexed as to why you would be so frustrated.

"the last bus leaves at 6:15 and i've missed it," you huffed out, trying to compose yourself before checking your bag and realizing, "i forgot my key and my roommate is at her girlfriend's house."

"is there anything i could do?" he asked concerned.

"no i can... i can just stay at the library. i should probably study up anyway," you tried to laugh it off although you knew it was pointless... he was a profiler for christ's sake.

"the library? y/n, this might seem a bit inappropriate but i have a spare room you could stay in until your roommate gets back," he offered kindly.

so, you took him up on his offer.

you slept in his spare room after he got you both takeout. you laughed and talked for what seemed like meer minutes but turned out to be until 1 a.m. you talked about string theory and the leonard euler's paradox. he gave you interesting facts about tortoises and achilles.

that little hangout session turned into countless hangouts over the span of three months. and then he asked you out on a real date once you finished at the top of his class - and not just because you were his favorite.

the first time with spencer was... beyond delightful. he was captivating with the way he worked against and for your body. it was almost as if he felt like his sole purpose on earth was to please you. he was eager, yet patient with the way his tongue flicked and sucked at your skin.

he was such a dominant personality in the bedroom, which was extremely appreciated since you didn't have much experience in that arena. but now that you were more versed in that world, you wanted to experiment a bit more.

casually, he began to pay for your things. it wasn't so head-on at first. it would be paying for your groceries, or buying all of your college books for you. but then it got a bit bigger. when your roommate couldn't give you the necessary half of the rent that was due and was beginning to be a nuisance, spencer quite literally let you move into his place. he would pay for your car's repairs and bought you jewelry consistently.

one time, as a joke, you called him your sugar daddy - mostly because that's how he acted. he just didn't like the term. he felt as though it made your relationship together seem one-sided when you were, in fact, very in love with the man. you came to realize it also made you seem like a gold digger, which you weren't - even though the money is a nice plus. so, you relented and didn't say that again.

spencer never really had much time off now that he was working back at the bau and traveling but now, you had him to yourself for a whole week. you had been planning this since he told you when he'd be off.

step 1: look sexy - you always looked sexy to him, but feeling sexy would also be a plus.

step 2: surprise him while looking sexy - absolutely devious.

step 3: seduce him - when doesn't he want you? exactly.

it was foolproof.

you had gotten the text 15 minutes ago that spencer was on his way back to his place, wanting you to meet him there once he had settled in. little did he know that you were in a sexy little white number - the white reminded him of your innocence which really got him going - lying in wait for him in a pair of heels. you sat in one of his reading chairs, deciding to pick up a book until he got home.

when you heard the jingling of keys coming from the other side of the door, you assumed your position. the chair was turned toward the door, you sitting pretty with one leg crossed over the other.

spencer walked through the door, hanging his coat and briefcase up before finally noticing you. his eyebrows shot up, looking your body up and down hungrily.

"wow," he smiled a wicked grin as he slowly made his way to where you were sitting. you stood up, heels clicking as they hit the floor and walked closer to him.

"i wanna try something," you placed your hands on his chest, pushing him back slightly until he was forced to sit down on the couch.

"and what would that be, princess?" he asked, hands stroking your hair that was cascading down your back.

"i..." you bent down to whisper in his ear, "i want to be in charge tonight," you placed a soft kiss below his earlobe, feeling his body shudder subtly at the proposition.

"are you sure you can handle that?" he chuckled, hands roaming to your waist and grinding your hips down on his.

you almost gave up. almost. you grasped his hands, placing them on the arm of the couch before getting close to his face. your lips were almost touching before you whispered, "no touching today, pretty boy."

you felt his hips rut up against your core, you chuckled at his eagerness. you decided to throw him a bone and ground down, hard, against his hips. the groan he let out was low and enticing, nearly enough to allow you to give him whatever he wanted.

"bedroom," you whispered against his neck before getting off of his lap, allowing him to scurry to the room. "take off your clothes while you're at it!" you giggled under your breath as you heard his clothes shuffling, telling you that he was obeying your request.

you waited a couple of minutes until you went into the room, wanting to have him go a bit insane like he normally did to you. when you walked in, he was laying on his back on the bed, just like you wanted. his cock was already red and leaky, prominent as it bounced on his tummy.

"good boy, spence," you giggled, walking over to him and straddling his legs.

once you were settled, you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips before trailing them down his torso, leaving the occasional hickey scattered on his chest. traveling kisses down his happy trail, you traced the vein on his dick and watched it twitch up and hit his stomach once again you giggled at the reaction.

"now i understand why you like so much responsiveness," you chuckled as you pressed a soft, barely-there kiss to the tip of his cock, he hissed once again from the contact.

you slowly took his cock in your mouth, agonizingly slow, and flattened your tongue at the base. one you got him as far down you could manage, you began bobbing your head just as slow. his hands flew to your hair, trying to force you to go faster until you swatted them away.

"should i tie those up?" you threatened, your hand working at his member as you spoke.

"are you fucking kidding me?" he swore, clearly agitated by your antics.

"no," you squeezed his dick for punctuation, the way he grunted made the wetness pool in your underwear. "i'm not kidding you."

you took him in your mouth once more, bobbing your head far more vigorously than before this time, just to spite him. hollowing your cheeks, you swallowed around him and began gagging around his dick before coming back up for air.

"fuck," he whispered underneath his breath, not wanting to let you know just how much of an effect you had on him.

you smiled to yourself and continued your antics until he was spilling all down your throat. you didn't stop there, you came back up and let your hand continue pumping his member slowly.

"shit," he hissed from the stimulation.

"shhh," you put your free finger up to his lips.

you gave his dick a few more strokes, curses leaving his lips delightfully before you drew your hands up his body once more before straddling his lap. after moving your panties to the side and slicking his cock with your arousal, you ground against him leisurely, trying to tease him a bit more. you unclasped your bra, throwing it somewhere in the room. finally, you reached between the two of you and lined him up with your entrance.

"are you sure you can do this?" spencer asked, not to entice you, but to make sure you were alright.

"there's a first for everything," you chuckled, knowing you had never been on top before.

you had never been on top before - you'd like to blame your lack of experience. you knew it might be hard to keep up the pace, but you were determined to make not only yourself but also make spencer feel good. that's all you've ever wanted. that's what you're meant to do - make him feel good. so no matter what it took, you'd make it happen.

you slowly lowered yourself onto his dick, being wary of how much bigger he felt from the new angle.

"shit," you whispered, your hands resting on his chest in attempt to ground yourself. "oh god..." you trailed off, feeling your dominant personality fade away as the pleasure overtook you.

"keep going, princess," he spurred you on, his hands finding your waist and rubbing gentle circles on your skin. "you've got it."

so you rose on your knees until only his tip was inside of you for you to lower yourself once more. you whimpered from the feeling of him re-entering your body, your pussy clenching around him as if he were an intruder.

"doing so good for me," he grasped your waist a bit tighter so he could help you rise and fall on his cock. "fuck, it's so good."

"d-doctor, i-" you stuttered, the persona nearly entirely gone and nowhere to be seen as he continued to move you up and down.

when you learn forward, your face hovering over spencer's chest, he took the opportunity to wrap his arms entirely around your waist. before you knew it, he was slamming his length into your pussy over and over and over and over again.

"oh! oh my god," you moaned, your voice reaching a higher octave as he drilled into your body in the most pleasurable way imaginable. "don't stop! don't stop! ple-please!" you screamed out, your hands wrapping around his torso and squeezing his body to ensure that he was there - present.

"i won't, princess. just let go. let go for me," he pressed a kiss to the top of your head so sweetly in contrast to how he was fucking you.

"i'm cumming! oh god, i'm cumming, spencer!" you cried out as you released the tension from inside of you.

only spencer wasn't done yet, so he took himself out of you, and he placed you on your back before reentering you. he moved in and out of you at a godly pace, trying to get himself to his climax before you would become too overwhelmed from the overstimulation.

"spen- spencer," you scratched at his back, surely leaving red marks for him to ogle once you were through. "i-i'm close," you sucked lightly at his earlobe before he moved his hand between the two of you, circling the little bundle of nerves at your crest.

"my little insatiable bunny, huh?" he smiled as you whimpered into his ear, nearing your second release. "loves my cock a bit too much, huh?"

"please! fuck!" you shouted out as you came on his dick, pulling at his hair. the clenching and fluttering of your pussy finally sending him over the edge, his hot release flooding your insides.

"fuck," he groaned into your ear as he carried the two of you through your releases. "good job, princess," he pressed a kiss to your neck as you stroked his hair, playing with it as you were still coming down.

"i'm sorry," you frowned once he pulled out, finally making eye contact as he lay down beside you.

"what for?" he asked incredulously.

"i just... i wanted to make you proud and i couldn't even finish without your help," you explained in a whiney manner, not allowing yourself to meet his beautiful eyes.

"hey," he grasped your chin to force you to make eye contact. "i love it when i have to help you reach that high. that's not something to be embarrassed or upset about."

"i know but i wanted to ride you and i couldn't even do that," you rolled your eyes.

"it takes time to get used to doing that," he chuckled. "and besides, riding someone on the bed is never a good way to begin. the couch is always better - that way you have the back of it to hold onto."

"really? so it's not that i'm just terrible at being a top?" your eyes widened with hope, he smiled at your eagerness.

"i think you could be a switch but it needs a bit of work, my love," he brushed your hair behind your ear before seeing your disappointed gaze and adding, "but i'll bet that with enough practice i could start calling you my little bunny, yea?"

"really?" you perked up at the proposition. "i want you to call me that."

"well then, i guess we better start practicing," he grinned before leaning in and giving you a sloppy kiss, his hands flying to your waist as he stood the both of you up to go to the couch.

needless to say, with spencer's guidance you were able to master the art of riding him. and you got that special little nickname, too.

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[gemma-collins-ily]

OMG I LOVED your latest Kaz fic titled "Crossing of His Fingers and Ankles"!!! If you would, would you kinda do a part 2 of them making the (attempting to) watching the sunrise together a once a month activity and the other crows catching them asleep on the couch together and teasing them?

Form of Love

a/n - awwww, this is a little shorter but I really love it as of now! The cutenesssssss! Thank you so much for the compliment, and the request of course! I really enjoyed writing it xoxo ❣️💝

Warnings: nothing???

Tagged: @mrs-brekker15 (released early for you xoxo hope you feel better!)

This is the part two of Crossing of His Fingers and Ankles!

It would always end the same way.

Kaz half-heartedly cursed you internally for the sole reason that he used to be able to get through an entire night with only cold, long since brewed coffee and his will to work.

Now, it was all he could do to stay awake for a few hours into the night at most.

But he could never truly be mad at you: partially because his predicament was both benefiting him and ruining his business all at once. See, now he could get a proper night's rest and the bags under his eyes were gradually fading, it was true, but he managed to complete far less paperwork, no longer powering through till dawn.

This would be no problem if he weren't so stubborn in deciding that he specifically had to do all that paperwork on his own. There were others in the Dregs who would jump at the chance, needing something, anything, to fill their days, but Kaz simply hoarded his workload to himself.

Every month, you would figuratively drag him to the sofa, and if he were to blatantly refuse, you would only smile knowingly. Long ago was it acknowledged that you could persuade Kaz to do almost anything, to your mass benefit, and his mass disadvantage.

You only needed to be there, words unspoken yet present in your mind and he would be won over before you even opened your mouth to speak.

Yes, you only watched the sunrise together once a month, but you would spend every free night you had with Kaz, scanning over documents and each of you holding them before your face, pretending to catch the light to read fine print, when really, you were sneaking regular glances at the other over the papers.

He appreciated you giving up your time for him, and often thought you should use it for anything else, but in the end, he wouldn't ever stop your evenings together voluntarily.

It could be selfish, but your excuse was that he was still working, to which he would raise an amused brow. You did work together, although he'd eventually have his gaze on you for minutes at a time, it being too tempting to resist.

You did the same of course, admiring the strong tea shade of his irises and the slope of his nose, or his fingers moving nimbly amongst the papers.

When he'd catch you directly looking at his glove clad hands, he'd swiftly whip out a pack of cards and preform a magic trick, never ceasing to adore the twinkle in your eye that showed how marvelous you thought it to be.

After a while, he could bear to do the classic trick of palming a coin and pretending it had appeared from behind your ear. That sparkle of amazement made it worth it for him. It always would.

You were the only one he would willingly give kruge to, no matter how big the amount. Kaz desired to gift you the world, believing you deserved it and you constantly reminded him he had already given you all you wanted.

Kaz would always smile genuinely and warmly at those words, that crooked smile, the one that slanted minorly to the left and the one you loved. More than everything.

Now, he could barely stay awake long enough for your scheduled sunrise observing. When the first light made itself known, you would plonk down onto the couch, Kaz following a moment later, and you would revel in the sun drifting across your skin, plus the colours painting the skies.

Ketterdam was truly beautiful. You only needed to know how to see it, and when.

Kaz never actually looked at the sunrise for long, instead choosing to stare at you, enjoying the look of bliss on your face.

He may break the usual promises he made, and you futilely agreed to, knowing Kaz would allow you to slumber anyway, but he would never stop curling up on opposite ends of the couch with you.

That was the one promise he would always keep.

Inej was the first one to discover you together, vulnerable as you slept away, Kaz too.

She was ever the early riser and had knocked softly against his oak door, hoping to drop off the knowledge she had gathered on the streets and leave early, not needed until the heist meeting later that day.

When he had not answered, she had rapped her knuckles against the wood a little more sharply, then pushed open the door a crack.

She couldn't believe it when she observed you and her boss limp on the sofa, your head facing his way, and his lolling in your direction because you had been looking at each other, slow blinks hindering your view until you had drifted off.

He had forced his eyes to stay open just a little longer, if only so he could appreciate you for a small increment of time more.

Her eyes had widened comically and she instantly knew what she had to do. She shut the door carefully behind her, and tiptoed to each of the Crow's rooms individually.

Jesper groaned and held his pillow over his head, attempting to block out the noise.

"Jes, get up, you need to see this."

For Nina, she needed a slightly stronger approach. She needed to get them up quickly, she wasn't certain when you would wake. So, the Heartrender was woken by a nice cup of water to the face.

She spluttered as she came to her senses and Inej hushed her before she could shriek in shock.

"Meet in front of Kaz's office. There's something you've got to see." She hissed.

Once Matthias and Wylan were awake and up, they met up and Inej put a finger to her lips as she opened the door.

Nina spotted you immediately and awwed breathily, Jesper and the others following her gaze before simultaneously gasping.

Nina heard your heartbeat quicken and ushered them out, your eyebrows furrowing as you woke to fragmented whispers from what seemed to be down the hallway.

You decided Kaz should sleep in so snuck out of the room and to yours, dressing before jogging down the stairs to breakfast.

When you entered, the chatter abruptly stopped and your head cocked to the side, curious as to if you were being left out of anything.

Suddenly, a snicker was heard and you snapped your eyes to Jesper, who continued to chuckle before speaking.

"Having a good time with the Boss, were we?"

You groaned audibly as you realised they must have witnessed your moment together, ran a hand over your face and sat on a chair, muttering to yourself all the while.

"Kaz will not like this..."

"Not like what?"

He sounded concerned, it flimsily masked and laughter broke out again as you blushed, embarrassed.

"It's too early for this, guys."

"Hmm, you could always take a nap in Kaz's office?" Was Nina's teasing response, no hesitation in her tone.

Kaz's face hardened into the one he used during business, and when he spoke, his voice was cold as stone, "None of you will speak of this."

"Ever." He reiterated, making sure they understood.

As soon as he left, the snickering restarted and now you too joined in, finding the soft Kaz from the evening before and early morning hours of that day so contrasting to the one you had just seen.

The Crows would consistently burst into his office in the mornings after that incident, and Kaz became more alert, although never able to stop himself from falling asleep under the sun.

Usually, he would manage and as soon as they left, he would drop the facade and his head would gradually drop toward his chest, then he would shake out his limbs in an attempt to stay conscious.

You would wake as it happened and would either call his name quietly, or prance downstairs to grab him a coffee. It would rarely be black, instead you added just a tad of milk to sweeten the liquid.

Your shared advantage with Kaz was that they did not know you fell onto the sofa together monthly, and had only caught you together a few times.

At every opportunity they had in the Slat, they would poke fun and jest jokingly about you and Kaz.

Jesper would wink at you suggestively and you'd only drop your head into the table, Inej sometimes placing her hand between before your forehead smacked down.

She teased you a lot less than the others did, so glad for Kaz after knowing of some of his hardship, but would still join in with her own little quips now and then.

Even Nina and Matthias knew not to bring up the situation in public or in the Crow Club. You could be used against Kaz, and he would never want that, believing it could be one of the only things to break him.

Almost daily, you would end up asleep, head and neck supported by a cushion on top of the table.

And almost daily, Kaz would find his heart melting at the sight of you feeling comfortable enough to sleep and be at your most vulnerable with him.

It was a form of love only you shared, and it was beautiful in its own way.

Most importantly, almost daily, Kaz found himself promising you to wake you, all while beginning the crossing of his fingers.

And ankles. Just in case.

#kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker x you #kaz brekker fluff #kaz brekker imagine #kaz brekker fic #shadow and bone x reader #shadow and bone x you #shadow and bone imagine #shadow and bone fic #grishaverse imagine #kaz brekker #kazzle dazzle

[margarethx]

The Sambucky fandom spends a lot of time and energy on calling out writers for using problematic, often straight up racist, tropes in their fics. And rightfully so, because some of said tropes are not only unplesant to read for many readers, but also harmful if they help to perpetuate some awful stereotypes. That being said... I feel like we need to show the other side of the spectrum more often and sometimes focus on people who don’t make these mistakes.

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So here is my personal THANK YOU! to all the writers who have never used these offensive stereotypes in their Sambucky fanfiction and who:

1. Give as much attention to Sam’s side of the story as they give to Bucky’s and do not focus solely on Bucky’s emotions about their developing relationship when it’s a mixed POV.

2. Acknowledge Sam’s trauma and all the loss he experienced in the past (not only in the context where his pain is used to help him better connect with another person who’s hurting).

3. Show other characters (Bucky or not) helping Sam go through his more diffucult moments (bad days, nightmares, painful flashbacks).

4. Show Sam having these more difficult moments.

5. Don’t act like Bucky’s traumatic past is enough of an excuse for his unpleasant behaviour towards Sam. (E.g. they don’t write a story where Sam forgives Bucky every mean, ignorant comment without thinking, just because Bucky’s sad.)

6. Show Sam experiencing variety of emotions - not just frustration and adoration towards Bucky. Show him being sad, happy, disappointed, confused, hopeful, dejected, relieved, terrified, confident etc.

7. Show Sam being the more vulnerable one in the relationship (in general or just in cerain situations)

8. Write scenes where Sam is shy or a little awkward (about his relationship with Bucky or about something else). Also write him being insecure sometimes.

9. Write just as much about Sam’s appearance as they do about Bucky’s. (Both as a narrator and through a character’s compliments or thoughts.)

10. Mention how beautiful Sam’s eyes are... especially if there is more than one line about them. (Plus mention their colour like... at all.)

11. Describe Sam’s appearance focusing on something outside of his smile or muscles. (Not that these are not nice, but there are other things to compliment and they’re hardly ever pointed out.) (Very much including hair or skincolour.)

12. Write Sam making mistakes, but not in a way that insinuates that he’s stupid or incompetent, but in a way that shows he’s a normal person who can sometimes be wrong and own up to it. (Unless he’s the only person in the story who always messes up...)

13. Show Sam being very competent. And show Bucky appreciating Sam’s competence, skills, and knowledge in various fields. (Also write Sam being a badass.)

14. Write about Sam’s background in pararescue, his medical training, skills in combat, flexibility, speed, ability to fly, ability to fix his advanced equipment, strenght, the fact that he’s pretty stealthy etc...

15. Write about the importance of Sam’s relationship with Steve even when Steve’s past connection to Bucky is not relevant to the story at any point.

16. Write Bucky being openly grateful for all the things that Sam did for him and write Bucky helping Sam back even when Sam didn’t specifically ask, because they genuinely care about each other.

17. Write about Sam’s past as a therapist not in the context of him helping Bucky get better, but because it’s relevant to the story and it’s something he has a lot of experience with. Or simply because it’s a significant part of his previous life journey.

18. Show Sam being frustrated or angry without falling into bad stereotypes. And show why his anger was justified and he had the right to react like that, because he doesn’t have to be polite and dyplomatic about everything if other people (Bucky very much included) don’t act respectful towards him in the first place.

19. Acknowledge that Sam is AJ and Cass’s actual uncle. The kids might like Bucky, but they’ve known and loved Sam for way longer... and I rarely see that mentioned.

20. Write about Sam’s past romantic relationships without focusing only on Bucky being jealous about them.

21. Show Sam’s interactions with other characters - not just in a romantic context, but also in terms of friendships (MCU Natasha was closer to Sam than Bucky and fics rarely talk about that), professional cooperation, rivalry and so on.

22. Mention the social commentary brought up in tfatws without brushing it to the side or downplaying the importance of Sam’s race in the formation of his character and storyline.

23. Acknowledge that Sam is human and his body is not enhanced in any way... without making it sound like he’s too weak to do the job.

24. But also... write about Bucky using his super strenght to carry Sam around and to pick him up all the time (for whatever reason), because it’s cute. Sue me.

25. Point out that Sam is slightly shorter than Bucky without always making Sam weirdly insecure about it.

26. Write Sam as Bucky’s first choice... not a second option he picked for the lack of a better candidate for a boyfriend.

27. Understand that Sam has a life outside of Bucky even if their friendship and romantic relationship are obviously very important for him.

28. Write Bucky touching Sam in reassuring, delicate ways. (Holding his hands,  cupping his face, touching his hair, kissing the tip of his nose.)

29. Let Sam make harmless jokes, be charming, and be actually a nice person even when he’s not actively helping anyone. Just let him have a complex, but pleasant personality.

30. Let him be sarcastic without making him mean.

31. Add Figaro (Sam’s cat) to the stories about pets. Or show Sam’s emotional attachment to Redwing, even when it’s still a drone, not a bird.

32. Don’t forget that Riley died. And Sam’s parents died. And his close friends died. And other close friend left him without saying goodbye... etc. (Also don’t forget he himself died at one point...)

33. Mention and discuss Sam’s sexuality and romantic orientation (both in the tags to the story and in the actual text). ...I feel like it’s often unspecified for no reason while Bucky’s identity is clear from the start.

34. Give Sam little hobbys and interests that are unrelated to his work or his ability to make other people’s lives better.

35. Write about Sam’s fears and doubts while not forgetting he’s generally a very brave, mostly confident person.

36. Make the audience feel like Sam is a necessary part of the story. Not just a character added hastily at the end of writing just so the author can tag his name, because the ship he’s a part of is currently more popular than before and showind him at last minute will attract some readers to click.

and... 37. Do the things mentioned above in all of their Sambucky stories and use more than one of these ideas at a time.

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To people who wrote stories with these tropes... You guys are doing a great job and I appreaciate your work a lot. It’s easy to focus on complaining, because the Sam/Bucky tag on Ao3 was always kind of a mess, but my day genuinely gets better every time I find one of your stories. So thank you again and keep it up :>

(Side note: if you have any recommendations for fics that use the ideas I wrote in this post feel free to link them in the comments. Because the bar is hanging pretty low at this point and some authors still wouldn’t be able to cross a single point from my list if they examined their - allegendly - “Sambucky” stories... so we should promote the content that is actually good.)

#sam wilson #samuel thomas wilson #bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #captain america #captain america sam wilson #the falcon #white wolf #winter soldier #sambucky #sam x bucky #winterfalcon #tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier #mcu #marvel

[mikeisthricedeceased]

Yours or Mine?

Part 1 of 3

Logan Delos x fem!Reader

Series Warnings: Smut 18+, Dom!Logan, sub!Reader, enemies to lovers, praise kink, overstimulation, light choking, height difference, rough sex, sleepy sex, fluff, lots of snark, language

I got carried away with this so it’s longer than I planned. No smut in this part, but that’ll be coming soon 😏

Word Count: ~2.2k

A/N: This fic is a gift to @artemiseamoon for the Secret Santa Exchange! I don’t have much experience writing Dom dudes, but I hope you enjoy 🥰

Because this fic was created as a gift for a specific person, I tried to add a few little details to the reader character that made her a little closer to some of the recipient’s requests, so she is a plus-size woman of color and a bit on the shorter side.

Also want to say a special thank you to @the-purity-pen and @flightlessangelwings for arranging the whole exchange ❤️

Summary: You were invited to spend two weeks at a massive, luxury ski resort during the weeks leading up to Christmas; peak season for a place like that. You’re there to determine whether the company you represent, Walker & Pike, should invest in the resort and assist in its ongoing expansion. But you weren’t the only representative from an interested company that was invited; at least twenty rival corporations had sent their people. And unfortunately (or fortunately 😏) for you, that included Delos Destinations and the one man that you couldn’t stand to be around, Mr. Logan Delos.

There don’t seem to be enough layers in the world to keep the cold from sinking into your bones and making your teeth chatter. The air is sharp in the back of your throat from the moment the driver opens your door, unrelenting until you are well into the resort’s main lobby.

From the outside, it’s a grand building, styled to look like a rustic log cabin, but supersized to the point that you’re reminded of a Polly Pocket doll trying to vacation at Barbie’s dream house. There are at least two more, slightly smaller buildings of an identical style that are just visible off to the side of the main resort lodging. The invitation had mentioned some recent expansions, as well as plans for more. That’s the whole point of this…conference? Gathering?

Whatever term they might try to apply to it, you are here to decide whether the company you represent should invest in this place. Well, you and almost thirty other representatives from different vacation and resort financiers.

The inside is primarily made up of wood, polished to a luxurious shine, and is absolutely plastered with Christmas cheer. Garland is draped over the mantle of the lobby’s massive fireplace, as well as strung around every doorframe, all accented with glittering red bows. From where you’re standing, you count seven Christmas trees, including the massive one positioned next to the resort’s welcome sign, just begging to be the background of guests’ potential Instagram photos. And that’s not even mentioning the variety of elf, reindeer, snowman, penguin, and Santa Claus themed decorations on every wall.

They certainly embrace the holiday season.

You’re almost expecting the clerks behind the front desk to be wearing something festive, but they seem to have ordinary, crisp uniforms.

“Hi! Checking in?” asks one of the clerks as you approach, a welcoming smile spread across her face.

You nod, pulling your ID and invitation out of your bag, and setting them on the counter. “I’m representing Walker and Pike Inc.”

Her face brightens as she takes your things. “Of course!” She looks down at her computer, glancing to your ID as she enters your information. Then, she passes it back, along with the invitation, that big smile never leaving her face. “We’re so happy to have you. Your suite is ready and we’ll have someone bring your bags up. If you’d like, there are free drinks in the lounge for invite holders,” she gestures down one of the wide halls. “And a welcoming dinner tonight at 7:00. You’ll find a full itinerary in your suite, but feel free to call us here if you have any questions. Have a wonderful stay!”

“Thank you,” you say, smiling back. So, it’s one of those visits. With an itinerary built to show off all of their best events and services, instead of letting you wonder on your own. It makes sense in a practical way, but sometimes you wish you could opt out of certain activities in favor of sticking to ones you enjoy.

Just as you turn away from the desk, a uniformed attendant appears to take your bags and carry them away to your rooms. You make your way toward the lounge, scanning the various rooms and decorations on the way there.

Looks like it’ll be two full weeks of Christmas overload. It speaks to a little nostalgic part of you, but you also know that the resort is going out of its way to appeal to the holiday vacation market. It’s a solid strategy, but there aren’t many families with the means to stay in a place like this that don’t already have a yearly routine, and the kitschy-cute decoration wouldn’t do much for most single or coupled adults that might enjoy other aspects of a resort stay.

But, a little overenthusiastic decoration can be easily overlooked as long as the activities and amenities make a stay worth it. You’d read something about a spa and you’re looking forward to a little pampering in the coming days.

You order a drink once you reach the lounge and wait at the bar. It’s set in front of a massive windowed wall that gives a spectacular view of the surrounding mountains. The skiing is supposed to be good here, so it’s safe to assume there will be a chunk of the itinerary dedicated to it.

“I was starting to wonder if Walker and Pike got an invite.” Tension grips your spine and you bite the inside of your cheek at the sound of his voice, nodding a quick ‘thank you’ as the bartender sets your drink down in front of you. “Wasn’t sure if you guys even qualified for something like this. Got any notes yet, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, I do,” you begin, turning to face Logan Delos where he stands, a glass of bourbon in his hand. “I’m really impressed with the space in this lounge, but it still seems like there isn’t quite enough room for your ego. Did you have to smuggle it in your carry-on, or was it express shipped on its own plane?”

He shakes his head and sips his bourbon with a smile. “I checked it, the same way you did with that holier-than-thou attitude.”

You laugh just to keep from scowling. “God, you really are a charmer, Delos. It’s a wonder you can’t keep someone on your arm for longer than a night.”

He gives a mock pout “Aww, cheer up. I’m sure you’ll find someone that won’t string you along until they get bored. You’ve got two whole weeks to mingle with a group of eligible folks that might actually stay awake during a conversation with you.”

“Rot in hell,” you hiss through a bright smile.

He winks, subtly raising his glass to you. “Ladies first.”

You watch him saunter off toward the seating areas while you slump back against the edge of the bar, taking a long swallow of your drink.

It’s gonna be a long two weeks.

~*~*~*~

The dinner is mostly uneventful. You make polite conversation with the other company reps at your table, sipping at your water between each course and idly tracing your necklace with the tips of your fingers as the night wears on.

The music is alright, just something softly playing in the background to leave room for conversation. The food is good, though the menu seems a little limited. You wonder if there’s more variety for normal events, or if they offer these same dishes for everything.

When the dessert cart comes around, it does make up for it a little bit. They seem to have endless options on that front.

Throughout the dinner, you can feel eyes on you. You glance around at the other tables every few minutes, trying to figure out why that feeling never seems to fade, but you can never catch anyone looking at you.

Maybe it’s just that you’re in an unfamiliar place and that sort of thing plays tricks on the mind sometimes.

Once you make it back up to your suite, you immediately slip out of your formalwear and into something more comfortable. Spending almost three hours making shallow small talk with rival representatives has left you drained and nothing sounds better than getting cozy in your lush, king-sized bed and falling asleep.

You almost want to skip your nightly routine, but you know you’ll regret it in the morning if you don’t wash up or leave your hair free to snag on the pillowcase. So, with drooping eyelids, you shuffle into the en suite to get ready for bed.

Right as you’re finishing up, and in the middle of brushing your teeth, there’s a distinct knock knock at the door.

You rush to get done and hurry out to check the door, looking through the peephole.

It’s a significant effort to avoid groaning and banging your forehead against the door at the sight that greets you. “What do you want, Delos?” you call out instead.

There’s a faint sound from the other side, like he mutters something, before he answers. “Sorry, sweetheart. I’m looking for the rep from Lincoln Co., Andrew. He wanted to meet up and I didn’t write down the room number. I thought this was it.”

“Well, it’s not.”

“Clearly,” he scoffs.

You roll your eyes. “Now, go away, please.”

“Wait, wait.”

“What?” You don’t try to hide the annoyance in your tone.

There’s a slight pause, and then he says, voice lowered, “Any idea which room he’s actually in?”

Rubbing your temple, you let out a sigh. “I don’t know. Probably 516 or something since you showed up here at 506.”

He taps a knuckle on the door. “Thanks, sweetheart. Have fun being antisocial.”

You don’t bother gracing him with a reply. He’s probably already on his way further down the hall and you aren’t looking to get a noise complaint by shouting through the door at him.

Groaning, you shuffle back to the bed and flop down onto your back.

~*~*~*~

The next morning, you’re expected to spend some time on the slopes.

You layer up, hoping you brought enough to protect you from the biting, frosty air. If it comes down to it, you can find some more in the souvenir and ski shop on the first floor. You’ll already have to pick up some gloves to replace yours, which you’d been digging through your luggage to find all morning, only to finally accept that they’d been forgotten at home.

Before that, though, you head down to the lobby to meet up with your guides for the day.

You find the group of other reps easily enough. It seems like you have all been divided into smaller groups, each about to be whisked away to do different activities, with plans to swap around after a few hours. Of course, skiing was your group’s first activity. And, of course, the one person you’d love to ignore for the entirety of the stay was in your group.

It’s just for today, you reassure yourself. And there are eight other people in the group. It’s fine.

So, you resolve to just ignore him whenever direct acknowledgement isn’t necessary. That plan works great while your group heads to the shop, and while you’re buying new gloves. Renting skis doesn’t pose any issue, nor does getting out to the bottom of the slope and onto the chairlift.

Experienced skiers are allowed to go right up, which includes Mr. Trust Fund himself, while the rest of you get a quick little run through of the basics first.

Skiing isn’t difficult when you really get down to it, but you’re a little distracted because you already feel on the verge of shivering. You don’t seem underdressed compared to everyone else. If anything, you may have on more layers than some of the members of your group. But still, with the frosty metal of the lift and the sharp, icy wind, you are starting to freeze before you even go down your first hill.

And then your plan completely falls apart as you’re exiting the chairlift. Eyes watering against the cold, you shuffle slowly out onto the snow, toes beginning to numb, and just as you start to angle down the slope, one of your skis clashes against someone gliding along next to you from a higher slope.

Heart leaping into your throat, you clack your skis together and jerk away, promptly losing balance and falling onto the hard packed snow. There’s the dull jab of the impact and the harsh bite of the cold seeping into your clothes.

The person you collided with manages to stay upright and comes to a practiced stop a few feet away. You push yourself up, fingertips painfully chilled despite your new gloves, and try to get back up but your skis just slide out from under you again as Logan approaches because why would there be mercy in this life?

“Y’know, Bunny slope’s that way,” he barks, jerking a thumb.

You huff, glaring up at him through teary eyes, face burning with embarrassment. “Gee. Thanks.”

“You’re gonna hurt yourself up here, sweetheart. Remember, pizza to stop, French fry to go,” he says, tone condescending as he mimes the actions. “And try not to ski out in front of people, yeah?”

“I know what to do, I’m just cold,” you snap, unsure if you were trembling with said cold, or just your barely restrained anger. “You’re the one that ran into me, asshole.”

He shakes his head as you once again try and fail to get on your feet. “Just go to one of the smaller slopes if you’re gonna be in the way. And if you want to quit falling on your ass, take your skis off, then stand up.”

You flip him off as well as you’re able to with numb fingers and clunky gloves, and he growls out a “you’re fucking welcome,” before taking off down the slope.

There is nothing you hate more than Logan Delos.

#bbficexchange2021 #logan delos #logan delos x reader #Logan Delos x fem!reader

[jungshookz]

yoongi comes home late & y/n’s fast asleep

➺ starring; min yoongi x reader

➺ genre; the ever-so-elusive sugardaddy!yoongi who was supposed to have his own fic in 2018 but he never ended up getting one because i moved on!!! fluff!! smerhaps/smaybe/smalmost smut (slightly suggestive themes)!! also because this is sugardaddy!yoongi the drabble is slightly cliché/2012 wattpad-y but it is what it is 

➺ wordcount; 1.6k

➺ summary; a groggy yoongi comes home late from work and is pleasantly surprised by what he’s been greeted with. 

➺ what to expect; “this is cute. i’ve never seen you in pastel purple before.”

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the first thing that yoongi sees upon his arrival home is you fast asleep on the couch wearing nothing but a lavender silk robe and what he’s safely assuming to be a pretty pretty pair of matching bra and panties underneath (you’re sleeping on your stomach but the robe obviously rode up while you were asleep so the end of it is sitting scrunched up on your lower back)

and he knows this is supposed to be a sexy situation and all, but the fact that you’ve dozed off with one arm and one leg hanging off the couch just makes you look...

“cute.” yoongi murmurs to himself as he bites back a fond smile, bending down to take his shoes off quietly so that he doesn’t accidentally wake you up 

he had to leave after dinner because there was some emergency at work that apparently couldn’t wait until tomorrow and before he left he promised you that he’d be back as soon as he could... 

with that being said, it’s half past midnight which is definitely mucH later than he thought he’d be back

he takes his suit jacket off slowly as he makes his way over to you, gently folding it and resting it over the top of the couch

hm

if you’d fallen asleep on your back then it’d be easy for him to scoop you up... so he’s not sure how he’s going to approach this... 

yoongi clears his throat quietly as he unbuttons his sleeves before rolling each one up his forearms 

maybe if he moves really slowly, you won’t wake up?

the feeling of the couch dipping down slightly from under you is what rouses you awake 

your eyelids flutter as you regain consciousness and you feel your heart skip a beat in excitement when you recognize the scent of yoongi’s cologne lingering in the air 

you’re not sure how long you’ve been asleep for but it must’ve been a while because you can feel a slight indentation of your bracelet printed onto your right cheek anD there’s a faint patch of drool on the couch that you’re hoping yoongi won’t notice 

you didn’t mean to fall asleep but the couch is just so comfortable that you managed to convince yourself to take a little nap while waiting for yoongi to come back 

you were only supposed to be asleep for half an hour - you set an alarm on your phone and everything! - but you’re pretty sure the sun was still setting when you said that and now it’s pitch black outside 

admittedly, you were a little bummed out when yoongi told you he had to leave for a while but you understand that he has an important job and that he’s a fairly busy man 

on the bright side, him leaving left you with a good amount of time to a) wash the dishes and clean up the kitchen a little (even though yoongi’s told you multiple times that you don’t have to) b) catch up on some readings that are due for your classes, and c) change out of your grubby clothes and into the lingerie set you’d been hiding from him for a whole month (!!) 

(you’re pretty sure he’s probably seen the order being charged to his credit card but he hasn’t said anything about it.)

“hi, sleepy.” yoongi coos quietly, leaning down to press a kiss to to the back of your shoulder, “sorry i woke you up. have you been here all night?”

“yeah…” you hum, voice slightly raspy with sleep, “i was going to nap in the bedroom but i wanted to be here when you got back.”

“i’m sorry, baby…” yoongi shuffles closer, sliding his hand down the curve of your back before giving your bum a light squeeze, “if it makes you feel any better, i’m definitely a big fan of what you’re wearing.”

“really?” you roll yourself around before propping yourself up onto your elbows, not missing the way yoongi’s eyes flicker down to your chest for a brief second, “the robe’s a little wrinkly now, but…” you lift your leg up a little so that the slit of the robe parts around your thigh and yoongi glances down in interest    

“this is cute.” he comments, hooking a finger under one of the garters around your thigh before tugging at it gently, “i’ve never seen you in pastel purple before.” 

“yeah, i-” you find yourself blushing (though yoongi hasn’t even said anything to make your cheeks pink) as you reach down to pull one of your stockings up a little higher, “i thought maybe it’d be nice to try something different… i know you usually like black, but… well, i- i actually bought this set in black as a back-up, if you... if you want me to change...” you find your voice lowering when you notice yoongi leaning in and you don’t get much of a chance to say anything else before he’s pressing his lips against yours 

!

yoongi can’t help but chuckle when you reciprocate the kiss eagerly, practically shooting straight up from the couch before beginning to paw at his shirt 

you manage to loosen his tie slightly before he loops an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him

your stomach flutters at the prospect of finally getting to spend some alone time with yoongi

you’ve been swamped for the last month or so because of midterms and essays and presentations and countless readings so when yoongi asked you if you wanted to stay at his place over the weekend you basically jumped at the chance 

he’s usually the one who stays at your apartment so it’s nice to switch things up!

plus, yoongi has one of those fancy rainfall shower heads in his bathroom so that’s a definite bonus 

all of a sudden, the little voice in your head whispers for you to get up and onto yoongi’s lap- but because good things never last, he pulls away from the kiss far too soon for your liking and you resist the urge to get up and just tackle him to the ground 

he was gone for like!!! five hours!!! 

“i wanna-” you pause as you try to figure out how to word exactly what you’re feeling without sounding like a moron, “i wanna keep... like, kissing you... and stuff...”

well 

nice effort 

sometimes you wish you were more experienced so that you could be the sex kitten yoongi probably imagines you as but yoongi insists that it doesn’t matter to him 

it’s just embarrassing sometimes when you try to sound sexy but you end up sounding like a robot that’s just churning out sexy words 

you know he’s been with others before who are far more experienced with this part of the job so you can’t help but feel a little insecure when you get all bleep bloop I Want To Kiss You And Stuff bleep bloop 

“and stuff, hm?” yoongi teases, leaning in to give you a quick kiss before getting up from the couch and reaching over to grab his suit jacket, “i actually do want you to change- into your pyjamas. because you have an early class tomorrow and we can’t have you falling asleep in the middle of it. now, c’mon-”

“wha- hey, hold on-” you immediately get up from the couch when yoongi turns away and walks off, quickening your pace when he switches the main foyer lights off and disappears into the hallway, “yoongi-!”

“come on, i’ll let you choose another shirt you’re probably going to end up stealing from me-”

“woah, woaH-!” you finally catch up to him, your stockings gliding against the smooth marble of the floor as you slide around so that you’re standing in front of him, “what do you think you’re doing??”

“can i help you, miss?” yoongi grins when you slink your arms around his neck and press your body against his, “i’m going to get ready for bed, that’s what i’m doing. what do you think you’re doing?” 

“i don’t wanna go to sleep yet.” you whine pitifully as you slide a hand down so you can fiddle with one of the buttons on his shirt, “you’ve been gone all night…”

“oh, don’t pout like that.” yoongi coos, reaching up to cup your cheek before using his thumb to pluck at your pushed-out bottom lip, “you had me all day yesterday, you know. i had to bump one of my meetings to next week because of you.”

“yeah, but i wasn’t wearing this yesterday-” you pull back for a second to gesture to yourself exaggeratedly, “you’re a good businessman. we should compromise!”

“alright, alright-” yoongi laughs lightly and reaches forward so he can pull you back towards him, “name your price, boss.”

“let me join you in the shower.” you grin, taking your bottom lip in between your teeth, “and then i promise i’ll go to sleep right after.” 

“hm, i don’t know…” yoongi teases, undoing your robe before sliding his warm hands underneath it so he can cup your hips, “i feel like we’d end up doing a lot more than just shower together if i let you join me...”

“would that be so wrong?” you ask innocently as you look up at him with doe eyes, yoongi giving your hips a squeeze as he walks you backwards and towards the bedroom, “we’d save water by showering together!” 

“‘showers’ with you can last up to an hour. if anything, you’d be hiking up my water bill!”

“yeah, but you can afford it-” 

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