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all-purpose-dish-soap · 29 days

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lowkey I kinda wanna top gaz or ghost out of curiosity on how they would react 🤔

gaz or ghost? gaz AND ghost. ranked competitive sex. the ol' good cock/bad cock.

they're both confident almost cocky but they show it very differently.

you tell gaz you wanna be on top this time.

"i'm fine with that," he says.

cool cool cool. easy. too easy, in fact.

he's smiling at you. "you want to be on top, you're on top." he says. "easy as."

so... you get to be the dominant one this time. he knows that's what you mean. right?

mm, harder sell. you wanna do his job? you're gonna need to prove you have what it takes. you're gonna have to work for it. talk like you mean it. don't whine, don't ask, don't just tell him what to do. command him.

and don't mess up.

nsfw ⬇

order him to take his clothes off. top him like you mean it--bounce on him like you don't need any help, because he's not helping you. and control yourself. edge him. don't show weakness. make him keep his eyes on you. keep his interest with your body, your voice, your tone.

(it's tough for him, feigning such precarious half-interest. pretending like you don't have a visegrip on his every atom. pretending like he's not suddenly understanding how it might feel to be possessed by a succubus. it's tough, but he's soldiering through because he's a great fucking teacher. this is good for you, you just don't know it yet.)

he's teaching you to use your whole body to tell him you're in charge. you need to make the rules.

if you don't--if you slip up--he'll make you sorry. he'll give you a crash course in how a mean dom operates.

(you might be able to collar him, but god help you if you fumble. the second you do, that o-ring choker is going on your neck, and his thumb is already hooked in.)

ghost--

ghost is a little easier to entice. he's a visual guy. he's a little smitten with anyone who approaches him first. you're offering to top him? to put your whole damn body on display? that's an act of service, baby.

even if you're doing it because you want to control the pace and the position, even if you want to take your own pleasure and act like you don't give a damn about his... you're still giving him exactly what he wants. if all he needs to do is lay back and shut up, he'll play your game.

not a tough job, either. not half bad. he could get used to this. nope, he's already used to it. he's thinking ahead--wondering what other dirty fantasies in that pretty head he could help fulfill.

then he shifts his hips down an inch to hit your sweet spot. you snap at him not to move.

his eyes flick up--from your hole squeezing his cock--to your face. strange sense of whiplash you're giving him--the instant flip from almost ignoring him to focusing squarely on him. negative attention or not, it's arousing. you shouldn't have done that.

"yeah?" he replies, voice low and rough. "you gonna make me?"

you don't have time to reply before he's shoving his hips up into you hard. one stroke, then two, then more, so slow and hard and deep your vision threatens to go white.

he's challenging you to keep ignoring him now.

"say it again," he growls. "tell me what to do one more time."

he reaches for your clit, and you fight him, grabbing his wrist, using it as leverage to sink down on him again, redoubling your pace.

you're both fighting to stay in control. ghost could overpower you easily but he's having fun. and you're putting on a hell of a show for him.

he'll contend with your attitude later. for now he just wants to keep you pissed off and horny enough to keep riding him like you've got something to prove.

riding ghost and gaz together...

you just know they're both talking at you, trying to get your attention as you fight like hell not to fall apart.

gaz is instructing you to sit up straighter, to clench your thighs so they don't shake, to control your voice--or keep it up, sweetheart. keep moaning like a slut if you want to be treated like one.

ghost is egging you on, enjoying how furious you're getting, how it makes you clench up and stutter when gaz says something that really gets to you. he tosses in his lot every so often to keep things going. like throwing a lit match into a pit of black powder and lead azide.

you're doomed. until.

you tell ghost to move his hands already so gaz can maneuver you by the hips instead.

that turns them against one another in negative two seconds.

suddenly they're critiquing each other. gaz smugly insinuates you're enjoying his technique more. ghost replies smoothly that it hardly matters to him; it's his attention you're after.

their back-and-forth gives you the precious time you need to clear your head. once you can finally fucking concentrate, you can push past all this edging you've been put through by stupid competition they've been having on you.

they keep one-upping each other and only half-notice what you're up to--until you throw your head back and make a sound of pure rapture, riding them both to completion. you throw yourself into the best orgasm of your recent life.

they're dead silent as you come down, grinding your hips in bliss as the final sparks of pleasure fizzle under your skin.

it sort of humbles them. but then again, it also inflates both their egos just enough to keep them from learning their goddamn lesson.

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more Gaz / more Ghost / more multi-141 and poly 141 / masterlist tag

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pocketramblr · 5 months

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AU where Hisashi calls Izuku regularly while he works overseas and one day Hisashi tells Izuku about his new boyfriend who is very sweet to him and unfortunately got into a bad accident many years ago that left him disabled so Hisashi helps care for him.Izuku later finds out this boyfriend is AFO.

why would you leave inko for afo. 'hold on yeah i think i'll leave this priceless bahia emerald and skip town and then i found a broken piece of chalk instead.' my guy. you deserve all might stealing your son.

1- ok so. Hisashi is an accountant who moves to new york to make more money. He and inko officially divorce, which means Izuku takes the Midoriya name and Inko has sole custody, but while Hisashi does not have to pay child support or alimony, he does opt to send them some support and tries to stay in contact because i guess his taste in men was so bad that he and inko just work better as friends. good for them ig.

2- actually Hisashi is just straight up color-blind: he can't see any red flags. Its not just his personal tastes. this man has worked for four separate blatant money laundering schemes since he went abroad. he has no clue. this is how he ends up coming into contact with AfO, but AfO's job offering is too indirect and vague, and Hisashi is like 'are you... flirting with me?' instead, but AfO can work with that. And while Hisashi certainly isn't a genius with people or warning signs, i will give him (and inko) this: he's a great lay.

3- He's also a very caring boyfriend, which was part of the problem with inko, they ended up really inciting each other's anxieties, but AfO likes being pampered so he decides to keep Hisashi around even if he isn't a employee. even better really, that he doesn't have to pay, bribe, quirkify, dequirkify, or threaten him. Hisashi, as a bit of a doting boyfriend, also has a lot to say about the man to others, so Izuku ends up hearing a lot of gushing over the phone as he's training with weights and is a bit too out of breath to change the topic. plus, he doesn't want to bring up going to UA until its a sure thing, his dad will definitely freak out about it not being safe. finally he tells his dad he got in, and hisashi is like 'oh yeah, cuz they changed the rules, which track?' and izuku goes 'oh uh hero track and alsoihaveaquirknowitscalledsuperpower oh look at that moms calling me for dinner sorry bye.'

4. Dazed, Hisashi gushes about his son to his boyfriend later, dropping that izuku's going to become a hero at ua, what a surprise- but, well, he supposes his son has always loved to watch heroes...

AfO is like 'hm. being a hero isn't very safe...' ('i know...') 'why don't you try to push him to visit you? keep him safe. maybe in a safe. don't you just wanna keep a hold of him?' ("i do, but that'll only drive him away. he's growing up... besides, if i was busy only keeping watch over him, who'd take care of you?") 'mm, good point. keep prioritizing me, i will neither put a hit on the kid as competition nor do anything to keep him safer.'

5. Reveal... uh yeah so Hisashi does mention to Izuku when his boyfriend goes missing, sometimes he gets called to work suddenly but he's never been gone this long, he's worried, is he restocking his meds, where is he? oh yeah, he vanished around Kamino. unfortunate, but not incriminating on its own. What IS incriminating is rewound!AfO, looking at Izuku with a tilted head. "I can see bits of Hisashi in you, hm. Just the worst bits, luckily." Izuku starts realizing what this means. Bakugo distracts him and blasts him to the Shigaraki fight, because he also started to realize what it meant and simply did not want to deal with hearing anymore of that. Over at the ShigarAfO fight, AfO tries to keep throwing Izuku (and tomura) off their game by wondering if Hisashi will find this new, younger body nice as well- probably, its not like the man had the highest standards. Izuku and Tomura are united in such abosolute done-ness with AfO that he's immediately snuffed out of Tomura's head and nothing remains behind. Tomura is like 'uh, do you want a day's break and then a rematch because i need to bleach my brain' but izuku is like 'oh no i need to punch someone through a mountain rn, lets keep going while i reform you with the power of friendship and incredible violence.' (By unspoken agreement, neither Izuku, Bakugo, or Tomura ever breathe a word about it to anyone, much less to Hisashi.)

#anon #pocket talks to people #ask game

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francis-writes · 2 months

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Being in polyamorous relationship with Feyd and Rabban HCs with GN!reader

( specifically in a vee type of relationship so you're with both of them but there's no incest)

SFW

I know I said before that they wouldn’t share you, at least with each other but hey, a girl (gender neutral) can dream! And ending up with them both isn't so impossible.

It's easier to start if you're with Feyd-Rautha first, or if you're free and still trying to choose. Feyd is more confident so it's less risky in his eyes to share you. Though he's possesive, well, however that sounds, he sees this as a way to show his superiority over Rabban. Like yeah, you choose Feyd first and Rabban wouldn’t be able to have you if Feyd didn't mercifully agree for that. Rabban isn't very happy with this idea and games of his brother but he accepts it as the only way to be with you. The other way around, it would be much harder to convice Rabban for a polyam relationship because he doesn't want to give away everything to his brother and he would be afraid that you would leave him eventually. But there's also another reason that motivates them both to agree on sharing you: threesomes. But NSFW part will be later.

If you agree on this relationship, you have an important duty and that's bringing balance and stability between them. Watching shit go down is funny once in awhile but it's better if you're boyfriends don't have a constant war with each other.

You usually spend your time with only one brother at once, not just because they like to have your full attention but also all of you have own duties. But every now and then you make sure to spend time all three together.

For longer time, it's not official. Giedi Prime might be famous as planet of debauchery but it's only in some ways: you can have as much concubines as you want, especially when you're rich, but having a stable relationship with two men is still taboo. The other matter is fact that Baron still considers gaining power through getting his nephews into political marriage.

Speaking of the Baron... I mentioned in other post that he would enjoy if brothers competed for your affection because he could use that conflict for his own goals. Happy stable relationship isn't useful to him at all. Even if you have some higher position there's still two problems: 1. Why waste two nephews on one political marriage. Not stonks 2. Happy stable relationship is a threat to his power. Nephews may listen to him less. Rabban may gain self-esteem. That's a big risk. But well, you're still safe as much as you can be. Brothers protect you and they had a talk with their uncle to ensure some rules and your status.

Your relationship isn't official and known to most people, commoners, other Houses and even some local nobles. You don't accompany brothers during public events and even if you're there, you keep your distance and have believable excuse for your presence. Only their inner circle knows about what's between you three. You can be more open about it during dinners together, though when there's Baron Harkonnen present, you can sense he's not very happy about any sign of affection. But who knows, maybe one day he will start appreciating you.

Still on sfw note, when you're all in one place, you usually share a bed. Unless you're not very cuddly and each one sleeps in separate bed to have enough space.

In a scenario where they all survived events of Dune and remained in positions of power, when there's no one stopping them, they would eagerly marry you if you wanted (by no one I mean their uncle; Bene Gesserit and many other Houses thinks that it's a scandal but uhmm Harkonnens don't give a shit abt that). Any previous conflicts and fight for dominance would be put aside. They want to show that you're equally married to one of them, not just are a spouse of one and lover of the other. Desire to show the middle finger to social expectations is even stronger than any their competition.

NSFW

Of course, I know I couldn't skip that part. I know you waited for it. So yeah, now you can finally read about threesomes, the reasons you got into this post.

I'll skip the moments when you are just with one of the brothers because there are many other posts about it. The only thing I can add in that matter is that for some time they considered making a schedule to make sure that you don't spend too much time with one of them but eventually you gave up on this idea.

Question is, isn't it awkward for them to share you? Wouldn't they feel weird while spitroasting you - lets say, you suck off Rabban, he looks up and looks in the face of his brother while Feyd fucks you from behind. Isn't it unfomfortable even for them? The answer is no. At the beginning they may have some doubts, but lust quickly wins with other feelings and they never mind it again. Despite all the conflicts between them, they know each other well enough to not feel embarrassed while naked around each other. Also they are kinky enough to uphold the reputation of House Harkonnen loving pleasure and perversy. They would rather high five each other over your back than feel awkward (it's just a metaphor. Unless... jk)

Dynamics change everytime, especially if you're a switch. As I mentioned before, Feyd is dom leaning switch and Rabban is sub leaning switch but that doesn't stop them from ocassionaly dominating you together. Or sometimes you dom one of them while other doms you. Or you dom them both. Or you dom one of them and the other helps, well, not sexually but for example he says something to help you humiliate your sub (I'm not pointing fingers). You get the point.

Sometimes you fuck just one of them but you're not completely alone and the other brother just sits next to you and either minds his bussiness or just observes you while being kinda turned on and kinda supportive.

You: Feyd, I am sorry but do you have to keep staring?

Feyd: *shows thubs up* i just admire your strength. Go on. Ride him like Fremen rides a sandworm.

You and Rabban: ;_;

#feyd rautha x reader #feyd rautha #feyd rautha imagine #feyd x reader #feyd rautha harkonnen #glossu rabban x reader #rabban harkonnen #beast rabban #beast rabban x reader #feyd rautha x reader x rabban #dune imagine #house harkonnen #no one can stop me

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years

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500 Follower Special~Twisted Wonderland

Finding Out Your a Girl~Pool Party Edition

It didn't register that you were a girl when you told them. Giving them a disclaimer whenever they changed infront of you or actively discussed the topic of sweaty balls and weird hard-ons. They happily exclaimed that you were one of the boys. Preaching that famous line of everyone being equals. In that way you are like Epel who will admit his status as a farmer but others would no sooner believe it until he's happily harvesting horse manure on a Saturday.

Kalim was having another party, inviting pretty much the whole school. Of course leave it to Ramshackle's prefect to distribute invitations on his behalf properly so that everyone of the dorm leaders actually shows up (Diasomnia and Ignihyde I'm lookin' at you!). And so it begins shirts off and briefs out, the fun is just beginning and everyone's already having a ball. Adeuce, being the loyal dolts that they are look for the cat-monster and their prefect finding them in the corner conversing with Malleus. Feeling annoyed jealous they grab a water gun and splash you and your out of place jacket inciting the competition to react. Dashing into the water for safety they turn and wait for you. Shrugging off your make-shift cover up because it's no good anymore you reveal yourself one piece, bikini, or even a tight swim suit either one everyone's eyes are on you. You probably don't notice the open-mouth gawking that everyboy at this party is doing because you are jumping in or your dipping your foot testing the water before slowly submerging.

Ace is shocked for a moment before happily recharging his water gun. If he got to see this much by simply squirting you imagine what he'll see by absolutely dousing you! And if your so willing to give everybody a show might as well make it worth everyone's while!

"You really think I'll be distracted by your rockin' bod?! No mercy, right?"

Snapping him out of his nearly drooling daze Deuce hurriedly agrees. Man, you really do have boobs...I mean you told him you did and ofcourse that doesn't mean he thought you were lying he's just glad when he got off on it later It wasn't just too many layers pushing against his side when you hugged him.

"R-right! I won't hold back either!"

He proceeded to hurriedly recharge as you had begun dragging your arms from just below the water drowning the two in a waveol of your own.

Starting back the festivities everybody continues to try and act normal as possible. Of course Riddle Rosehearts is practically as red as his hair.

"I-its just so indecent for them to be wearing something l-like that!"

"But it's literally a bathing suit..." Cater sweatdropped.

"It is quite literally the right attire for this event." Trey spoke, amused.

"W-well i-i c-can't believe that their really...uh-"

"Beautiful?"

"Unexpectedly curvy?"

"A good pillow nya?" Chen'ya popped up swiping from Riddle's forgotten plate and dicing in.

"...y-yeah..."

The dorm leader was so beside himself he couldn't begin to even articulate how startling this was for him. There were no rules that said what to do when there was female present. Should he make some? Like maybe wearing your bathing suit on Tuesdays? But only the dormleader gets to see? No way it cause a riot! It'd be insane...right?

Cater on the otherhand was debating if he should post on Magicam just how cute you were in that swimsuit. But he ultimately decided against it noting the caption: "Going to the pool with my gf!"

Trey continued to laugh as he watched his dormleader fluster over you. He couldn't deny his own interest reminding himself to cook something for you. He wouldn't mind seeing you fill up other things thanks to his sweets either.

"Now this is something I'd wake up for."

"You can say that again."

Across the pool under the shaded cabana Leona Kingscholar was awake and keeping a predatory eye on you as you giggled in attempt to escape Ace who somehow got a hold of a bucket. He was closely followed by the Hyena-boy who had just returned with not only their drinks but with quite a few wallets swiped while everyone was busy staring at you. Not to say he didn't stop to burn the image in his brain before making his rounds. Hey, when opportunity knocks!

"Please, excuse me."

Jack Howl frantically left the pool as he realized his wagging tail was splashing his Pomefiore friend. He was well aware that by definition he should expect you to be soft but his wolf side couldn't help but swoon at the sight of your feminine physique. He couldn't fight his ears immediate inclination to your squealing as you narrowly avoided the stream of Deuce's watergun. He was all too excited to closely

guard you when you tossed a watergun to him.

Floyd Leech wasn't one to pass up anything fun and he also wasn't one to hide his emotions.

"Ne~shrimpy if I can keep ya steady during the chicken fight you'll be sure to squeeze my head

real

tight?"

"F-floyd!"

"He~he~but seriously don't stop."

Azul Ashengrotto's mind was running a mile a minute. Had he known you had a body like that he would of capitalized off of it by now. Maid outfits! Cosplay days! Maid outfits! He'll have to somehow gain something over you to trap you in a deal. And of course he'd have to include a private showing. Yes he could see it now. Students on the VIP list get to see the latest peeks at what his girl was wearing. His girl hanging on his arm with every new deal he makes. His girl...his...his girl-friend?

"Azul your spilling."

"R-right. Yes. Ack!"

Jade smiled, more than entertained. At the mere release of your self Azul was spilling all over himself and his brother was quite visibly overjoyed as well. And Jade? Well Jade couldn't deny-he uncharacteristically, was willing to squeeze you and even do a whole lot more but what fun would that be if he just got everything he wanted in one go? Drinking in the red face of Azul and the joy on his brother's as he helped you fight Epel. This was the first of many entertaining moments involving you and as far as he's concerned this wouldn't be the last.

"Ha-ha Jamil!! Come join us!"

Kalim always knew you were beautiful, he thought about it everyday. He also thought it'd be great to see you having such a good time with everyone. He won't deny he felt heat rise up on his cheeks when you took off your cover up. He quickly shook his head, running over to join you and Adeuce as you two had begun calling others over to start a game called chicken fight. He really liked having fun with you and apparently Jamil did too. He couldn't wait to invite you for more fun.

Jamil Viper had recently become more pronounced in his independence so finding clever ways to deny his master, Kalim Asim, had become his new past time. But when that same master invited him into the water where the girl of his dreams was wrestling he was as obedient as can be. He found that he quite liked you when you weren't disrupting his plans. When he originally found out he noted but it never really sunk in until today. Immediately he thought of how excited the Asim family would be if they knew but for now they didn't. And if he was going to eventually separate from the name anyway how sweet would it be if he not only excelled in every aspect of school but in his loveliness too? It would be bliss. Not to say he didn't like you without the fanfare but he couldn't deny it would be so much sweeter.

Vil Shoeinheit was staring pointedly at you as you romped and rolled with your friends. He was posed gorgeously under the cabana he had set up careful to not let too much of himself be tanned by the scorching Scarabia sun. How could he have missed this?! Was your feminine charm so sullied he couldn't believe it when you complained about it?! Was everything you did so weird simply because you were trying to blend in with worthless potatoes?! Not on his watch! As the best world class model it was his job to make sure your beauty was exemplified properly! If anyone should discover and show the world your splendor it would be him! Of course as, he predicts, you'll stumble with the new fame of the entire school. No matter he'll gladly guide you and show you how to maintain your fame. First the school, next the world.

"Rook, we'll have to schedule a date with Ms. (Y/n)."

"Oui oui Roi du Poison!"

Rook Hunt was absolutely ecstatic. Too long had he watched your curves be silhouetted by the bulky uniform or the veil of those old tattered curtains. He was finally seeing you in all your glory; he couldn't be happier. When he wasn't accompanying Vil he was sure to take pictures to engrave your image in his head. Reminding himself to try drawing a nude version later. He couldn't join in until he made a snide comment about Epel's physical ability. Which was met with streams of water directed at both him and Vil.

"Oh la la! Seems like we've been challenged."

"Then as Vil Shoeinheit, dorm leader of Pomefiore dorm I will not disappoint."

Epel was astonished to see his friend was actually a girl. Like many he thought you were joking specifically directed towards him. But you were actually like a girl? Not just looking like one? He's not gonna lie he was pissed.

"YOU GET TO DO THIS FOR FUN, HUH!? WELL TAKE THIS!"

Of course he isn't too mad. I mean he gets to hold hands while trying to knock you off the freakishly tall eel-mer. Of course in reality you two are fighting but man does he love your determined face. And when it just became straight wrestling he along side you were clearly at a disadvantage. But your supposed weakness brought a shared power and both of you were were working on subduing Jack before Rook just had to speak. Reviving the water gun fight was collateral for getting even with his torturer. No one was going to question how much of a man he was today especially not in front of you!

Idia Shroud was burning up. Scarabia was hot but he wasn't about to abandon his favorite hoodie. Even if he felt like dying. He knew well enough not to let his pasty pale otaku skin see the light of day. But he felt as though he was revived or rather in the pot and out of the pan when he saw you strip. Pictures were great and all but it had nothing on the real deal. Many a time had he sent Ortho to report on 'your safety' or investigate the non-magic student of Ramshackle dorm. He was never disappointed though. Like the main girl in any reverse harem anime everything just seemed to happen to you. One situation after the other he thought he was simply a fan to watch from afar until his...STYX situation. Inserted in your chaos he just found more reasons to like you. Now his hair was burning pink and so was his face. Silently appreciating the playful splash from Ortho who finally dawned his water proof gear.

"T-thanks Ortho! I was sure I would have melted at this point."

Ortho was so excited! All their friends were in one place! Having fun through a strength building activity like swimming. Plus the new development of the water games was sure to make healthy use of the growing teenage stamina! All while strengthening bonds with each other! This was great! He was noting everything for his own research.

"Wow so this the energy expected of water-themed parties? What fun!"

While Ortho was still learning about humans and the different stages of their life he had been informing himself with some tabloids. All about a teens 'hot' love life and he was sure his brother was living it right now. What an exciting endeavor! Seeing his brother heat up and fidget everytime he sees you aligns perfectly with what the material describes as a crush! And the crush is you? How perfect! He'll have to make sure his brother was presentable around you from now on. I mean he would love to have a sister!

Malleus Draconia was thrilled to have been invited by his favorite child of man. So excited to be invited he may have neglected the weight of the invitation. Fully aware of your female status he may have had an outdated reference (thanks Lilia) about what you'd be wearing. So when the prince witnessed you so casually reveal your supple silhouette to all these boys competitors he was beside himself. So beside himself he blanked; just staring at you silently as you proceeded to have fun. It wasn't until he felt the brush of his caretaker running past him to join in the fun did he snap out of it. Waterballoons were flying and slapping into anyone and everyone who wasn't already apart of the fun. Finally joining in he is easily dodging left and right while dishing out his own hits. One slip up had him splashing a particularly large water balloon in your face. He stopped worried he may have incurred your wrath to end whatever feelings of friendship

or love

you two have. Instead of disgust you broke out in your infectious laughter as you reached for your own weapon of choice firing multiple water balloons into his chest. Snapping up to return the favor he finds you carried off by none other than Lilia who is followed closely by Silver.

"Don't think hiding behind him will save you my child of man!"

Lilia Vanrouge was having a ball. As the acting guardian of the prince of thorns himself everything that was to be, had to be overseen by him. So the fact that a female was in attendance of Night Raven College was a point of extreme interest. At first the possibility of a human queen of course was considered but he couldn't deny his own intrigue in you as a character. The fun thing about humans especially you was that if all went well you wouldn't be here forever. Which just made this all the more entertaining. A time limit, the competition of a whole school, and the flightlessness of youth-it was like the perfect stage for the best drama of all time! At first he told himself he'd only meddle a little but soon that evolved to his own heart being tickled at your presence. While it always was fun to get on his son's and Malleus' nerves he in all seriousness was willing to pursue you. Who better to satisfy your needs than a fae who's been around the block before? So of course he'd jump at the chance to show everyone how likely it was that he could steal your heart by stealing you.

"Awww are you upset I have a darling sitting so comfortably in my arms?"

"Lilia?!" Registering it was he who was dashing you around the party at such speeds with such ease.

"Fa-you won't have her for long!"

"Oh! Are you mad I get to squeeze her like this?"

"Grrr!"

Silver was peeved. I mean he cherished you for the softness everyone seemed to lack. Not only physically but personality wise whether you're quiet or abrasively loud you always seem to check on everyone or specifically him. Letting him rest on you was something that left him snoozing with a smile. He didn't feel the need to compete with you. I mean obviously you couldn't measure up but you spurred a feeling he was willing to fight for. Even if it was against his father. Plus in his opinion if there's anywhere he could beat his father it'd be in his love life with a fellow human.

"THAT IS ABSOLUTELY INTOLERABLE I WILL NOT ALLOW SUCH INDECENT BEHAVIOR TO GO-ACK!! WHO-?"

Your mischievous giggle answered Sebek as he wiped his face of the water and rubber blocking his view. At the recognition of your voice he couldn't help a crimson blush blooming on his face. Gorgeousness embodied in a mere human was on Lilia Vanrouge's back aiming at everyone who was still not wet. It was only you who could make him react in such a way and for diverging his duty from Malleus he hated you for it. But that didn't mean he wasn't watch eagerly as you abandoned your coverup. He turned to save face but only after burning that image in his head. And for him to want someone that his prince was set on was wrong...but if all he was doing was diverging the throne from a clueless human than maybe this was most beneficial.

"Y-Y-OU W-WILL R-REGRET THAT! MS.(Y/N)!"

Far away in the preciously closed down potions class Divus Crewel, Dire Crowley, and Ashton Vargas sat around watching intensely at the moving image of Kalim's party focused mostly on you.

With a labored sigh Crowley held the bridge of his masks beak.

"My kindness has backfired! All this free time and all she has done is share her secret! Now no one can rest easily!"

"Everyone already knew it wasn't much of a secret."

"Still its gone terribly now I'll receive copious amounts of transfers to the Ramshackle dorm!"

"I doubt anyone is going to willingly transfer to live in that dump."

Crewel growled as he witnessed the thirsty stare of another student.

"Those strays are acting like wild animals! Come Monday I'm whipping them all with 100 question quizzes!"

"Multiple choice?"

"Your right Vargas! I'll make them long answer!"

The coach sighed pitiful of his students before another image popped up within the cauldron.

"Man, everyone seems to move a lot faster when (Y/n)'s included...hmmm."

He dared not finish his thought with Mommy Crewel in earshot and silently proposed using you to get his less athletic students involved.

"Oh Cater-san posted something! 'Having fun at the party my bae's such a baddie!' (Y/n)'s dating him?"

"WHaT?!"

Crewel practically knocked the cauldron over trying to look at the post on Crowleys phone. Vargas and Crowley both trying wrench the phone out of his gloved hands as he turned as red as his tie in absolute anger. In the corner of the room Lucius, the cat, listens intently while grooming himself being sure to inform his owner ,Mozus Trein , later on of his students transgressions. Fully expecting some fish for himself and a lengthy essay for the boys he sat contented. Still grooming himself he thought, 'how can I word this without giving Mozus a heart attack?' While it was true he had 3 other daughters that didn't mean it was any easier to see them being pined for so heavily. "CURSE THAT SAM! FOR EvEn GiVing hEr THaT sUIt!" In the middle of organizing his shop he sneezed; then began knocking on wood in hopes that whoever uttered his name in good fortune. Noticing a notification on his phone and opening it he smirked as he looked at the posted pictures on Cater's magicam. "I've done it again. Good luck (Y/n)!"

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Between Your Wings - Chapter 3: Back to the City

Series Masterlist

Chapter 2, Chapter 4

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x female reader x Rick Grimes (slow burn)

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That night, you sat around the campfire with the members of the camp. Rick was recounting his journey here, "I felt like I'd been ripped out of my life and put somewhere else. For a while I thought I was trapped in some coma dream, something I might not wake up from ever."

"Mom said you died," Carl said softly, and you tilted your head sadly.

Rick nodded, his voice soft, "She had every reason to believe that. Don't you ever doubt that."

"When things started getting really bad, they told us at the hospital that they were going to medevac you and other patients to Atlanta, but it never happened," Lori spoke up.

"Well, I'm not surprised after Atlanta fell," Rick said, "From the look of that hospital, it got overrun."

"Yeah, looks don't deceive," Shane finally spoke up, "I barely got them out, you know?"

Rick's eyes shifted to Shane, a small smile forming across his face, "I can't tell you how grateful I am to you, Shane. I can't begin to express it."

Dale smiled, leaning back in his seat, "There go those words falling short again. Paltry things."

The sound of a log being dropped into a nearby fire caught your attention. You glanced over at the Peletiers, Ed sitting back down in his seat. Every night since you'd all arrived here, he had insisted that his family have their own fire. He wanted to keep Carol and their daughter Sophia as far away from the rest of you as possible.

"Hey, Ed, you want to rethink that log?" Shane asked.

"It's cold, man," Ed told him.

"The cold don't change the rules, does it?" Shane asked. "Keep our fires low, just embers so we can't be seen from a distance, right?"

"I said it's cold," Ed told him, "You should mind your own business for once."

Shane stood up, walking toward the Peletier family, standing in front of Ed, "Hey, Ed... are you sure you want to have this conversation, man?"

Ed looked at his wife, "Go on. Pull the damn thing out." Carol didn't move. "Go on!"

Carol stood up, walking around.

Shane shook his head, "Christ."

Carol pulled the log out of the fire, walking back to sit between Ed and Sophia.

Shane stomped the flames out, looking at Carol and Sophia, kneeling in front of them, "Hey, Carol, Sophia, how are y'all this evening?"

"Fine," Carol told him, "We're just fine."

"Okay," Shane told them.

"I'm sorry about the fire," Carol told him.

"No, no, no," Shane told her, "No apology needed. Y'all have a good night, okay?"

"Thank you," Carol told him.

Shane stood up, looking at Ed, "I appreciate the cooperation." He walked away, walking back toward the others, sitting back between T-Dog and Amy.

Dale cleared his throat, everyone having clearly been watching the situation as intensely as you had, "Have you all given any more thought to Daryl Dixon? He won't be happy to hear his brother was left behind."

"I'll tell him," T-Dog said, "I dropped the key. It's on me."

"I cuffed him," Rick said, "That makes it mine."

"Guys, it's not a competition," Glenn said, "I don't mean to bring race into this, but it might sound better coming from a white guy... maybe... someone like Audery?"

You frowned and looked at your closes friend, "What?"

Glenn shrugged, "I'm just saying... you are the safest person to tell him. Because he won't beat you up."

You shook your head, "Nah, nope. I'm not telling shit. Wasn't there, didn't see what happened exactly." Glenn nudged your shoulder with his while some of the group smiled with amusement. "Don't drag me into this."

"I did what I did." You looked at T-Dog, who looked down in slight shame. "Hell if I'm gonna hide from it."

"We could lie," Amy suggested.

"Or we tell the truth," Andrea said, "Merle was out of control. Something had to be done or he'd have gotten us killed." She looked at Lori, "Your husband did what was necessary. And if Merle got left behind, it is nobody's fault but Merle's."

"And that's what we tell Daryl?" Dale asked, "I don't see a rational discussion to be had from that, do you? Word to the wise--We're gonna have our hands full when he gets back from his hunt."

"I was scared, and I ran," T-Dog said softly, "I'm not ashamed of it."

"We were all scared," Andrea told him, "We all ran. What's your point?"

"I stopped long enough to chain that door," T-Dog said, "Staircase is narrow. Maybe half a dozen geeks can squeeze against it at any one time. It's not enough to break through that--Not that chain, not that padlock. My point--Dixon's alive and he's still up there, handcuffed on that roof. That's on us."

The camp went silent, everyone reflecting on the conversation. Nobody really wanted to tell Daryl anything; You knew Daryl was a hot headed like Merle, but he wasn't nearly as bad as his big brother.

You wouldn't lie, ever since you've met the Dixon brothers, you thought the youngest Dixon was quite attractive. You were shy at first to approach him--not to mention you pulled your father's gun to his face when you first met him when he and Merle stepped into your and your father's hiding place--but as time went on, he got used to you been around him.

You knew you developed a crush on him, but you kept it to yourself. Or well used to, until you and Amy had a heart-to-heart talk, and she found out you had a crush on him, she teased you a couple of times when it was just the two of you, but she definitely kept it a secret.

You sighed softly and looked down at Max who was lying on your feet. You would have to be the one to talk to Daryl about Merle.

Slowly everyone started to turn in, heading to their tents. You picked Max into your arms and walked to your tent. You walked inside and placed Max on the tent's floor. He walked to his small bed, and you put your boots outside before zipping your tent up.

You petted Max before stepping to your bed and lying down.

Tomorrow will be hard; you just knew it.

****

You woke up to a lick on your hand and opened your eyes slowly to see Max was awake and he whimpered. You groaned softly and slowly got out of the bed. Max jumped to the entrance of the tent, and you unzipped it.

He jumped out and ran off, wiggling his tail and you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and brushed your fingers through your hair. You put your boots on and stepped out completely.

You looked around at the camp and spotted only a few people around while the others still sleeping, which meant it was pretty early in the morning. "Morning, Audrey!" You looked up at top of the RV to see Jim.

You smiled as you stepped up to the RV. "Morning, Jim."

"Slept well?"

You shrugged, "Guess so. And so did Max, since he hasn't woken me up in the middle of the night." Jim smiled as he let out a chuckle. "Did you sleep?"

"Yeah, don't worry, just took the shift from Shane," Jim said and frowned, "Dale said he was up all night." You frowned at that; Shane was supposed to be on shift night but during the night Dale was supposed to take over.

"Huh," you said softly and glanced around before spotting Max running toward you, with his tongue out. You kneeled down and petted your puppy with affection. "Who's a good boy?"

"Son of a bitch!"

You looked to the direction the shouting came from and saw Ed throwing his shoe on the ground. You looked down at Max who just tilted his head up at you. You glanced slowly to Ed's direction... which was where Max was before running to you.

"Oh, you really are a good boy," you praised your dog quietly and rubbed him on the head. "Yes, you are." Max gave a small bark and fell on his back, and you giggled as you rubbed his belly. "Yes, you are!"

"Hey!" You looked over to Ed as he stormed toward you, and you froze.

Carol ran after him worried, "Ed--"

"Shut it," he said as he glared over at her and then turned back to you as you stood up with Max in your arms. He pointed in your face, and you took a step back while he glared at you, "Your stupid dog ruined my shoe!"

"Is there a problem, Ed?" you looked over your shoulder at Shane as he approached to your side.

"That little bitch's dog peed in my shoe," Ed hissed.

Shane's eyes darkened and his jaw clenched before he spoke in a calm tone which sounded scary, "First of all, don't call her that. Second, your shoe must have fell on the side, should watch how to put your shoes outside the tent." He stepped forward and faced Ed closer, "Now, anything else?"

Ed didn't answer and just glared between the two of you for another second before turning and storming back toward his tent. Shane and you watched him and Carol before you looked at Shane as he stepped around and stood in front of you.

"You okay?" he asked, and you nodded. He nodded and looked at Max for a moment before he smirked lightly and petted his head, speaking softly, "Good boy."

You let out a chuckle as he praised him for the nasty trick, and Max barked, wiggling his tail happily.

****

Everyone were now up and around. The kids had asked you if it was all right to take Max and play with him near the camp, which you happily agreed for them to do so. But your happy mood changed when Dale had told you the men would have to take parts out from the sports car you stole yesterday.

You stood on the side with your arms crossed over your chest, watching in complete sadness as Dale, Jim and Morales worked on the car. "It's not fair," you said, while the three amused men ignored your complains, "Taking my new car apart is just cruelty."

You felt someone next to you and you glanced over to see Rick, who was staring at the men and the car. "Look at 'em," you said as you looked at them, "They took my dream car."

You heard Rick letting out a soft chuckle. Dale stepped closer with part of the car, which made you sad even more. "Generators need every drop of fuel they can get," he said, "Got no power without it. I'm sorry, sweetheart."

He rubbed your arm and walked away. You looked over at Rick, "Thought I'd get to drive it at least a few more days."

Rick petted your back with a nod, "Maybe we'll get to steal another one someday."

"Hope so," you muttered and glanced back at him as he walked toward Lori. You looked back at your ruined car in disappointment before letting a soft sigh.

You heard a honk and looked behind the car at Shane's jeep driving closer. Shane parked and leaned up, "Water's here, y'all. Just a reminder to boil before use." You watched the men approaching the jeep to help carry the water tanks.

You walked up to Shane who noticed your expression, "Oh no, what happened while I was away?" he asked with a frown.

"Stolen car has been torn apart," you answered.

"Oh boy, that's sucks," he said as he leaned to the passenger side and grabbed his rifle. "Look like one hell of a car. Don't worry, you get another one day."

"Can you go this time to the city and get me another one?" you asked with a small smirk.

He laughed, "Just because I care about you, that does not mean I'll go to the city just to get you the same looking car you stole."

You pouted jokingly, "You mean." Your friendly conversation was cut off by screaming in the distance, and you tensed up and turned to where the screams came from.

"Mom!"

You watched as half the campers ran toward the direction the screaming came from. You followed them and immediately spotted Carl embracing his mother with Max in his arms. "What happened?" she asked, "Are you okay?!"

"Yeah," Carl answered as you watched the men running to where Jacqui was pointing.

You followed the men to the path and paused when you saw a walker kneeling down and eating an already dead deer. You leaned forward and saw the animal had a few arrows stuck in him.

You heard footsteps behind you and glanced over to see Andrea and Amy stopping near you. You turned back your attention to the men, the walker stopped and turned to them. He slowly got up and then Rick hit him with the pole, and he fell to the ground.

You watched the men beating the walker until Dale finished the walker off by chopping his head off with an axe. There was a moment of silent after that until Dale spoke, "It's the first one we've had up here. They never come this far up the mountain."

You heard small growling and looked down to see Max had left Carl's side and now was standing next to you and the sisters. His tail wiggled and he was staring at the dead walker.

You picked Max up and held him in your arms before turning your attention back to the men. "They're running out of food in the city, that's what," Jim said.

You heard branch snapping from behind him and you all looked tensed up. Andrea pulled you and Amy near her sides as you watched the men holding their weapons up.

Then after a moment of only hearing the footsteps approaching, you were relief to see it was only Daryl stepping into view. He paused and stared at the men, and they lowered their weapons down when they realized it was only Daryl.

"Oh, Jesus."

Max gave one bark in your arms when he saw Daryl, his tail wiggling.

"Son of a bitch," Daryl snapped as he looked at the deer. "That's my deer!" He walked closer. "Look at it. All gnawed on by this--" He kicked the Walker. "Filthy, disease-bearing, motherless poxy bastard."

"Calm down, son," Dale told him, "That's not helping."

Daryl walked around the Walker, standing in front of Dale, and you took a few steps forward toward them. "What do you know about it, old man?" he snapped, "Why don't you take that stupid hat and go back to 'On Golden Pond'?" He walked back to the deer, taking out the arrows. "I've been tracking this deer for miles. Gonna drag it back to camp, cook us up some venison. What do you think? Do you think we can cut around this chewed up part right here?"

As much as venison sounded good, you had to disagree because of the walker, "I would not risk that," you spoke up and glanced around at the men to see Shane nodding in agreement, before at Daryl.

Daryl looked back at you and then at the deer with a sigh, "That's a damn shame. I got some squirrel--about a dozen or so. That'll have to do."

The head of the Walker started to move his teeth. "Oh, God," Amy said behind you and you glanced back to see the sisters leaving.

"Come on, people," Daryl said and you turned back. "What the hell?" He shot the Walker's head with his crossbow. The arrow hit him in the eye, killing the walker. Daryl pulled the arrow out. "It's gotta be the brain. Don't y'all know nothing?"

Daryl walked past Shane and Rick. He petted Max on the head as he walked past you. You turned to the men and saw Rick watching Daryl leaving. "Yeah..." you trailed off and he looked at you, "That's Daryl."

You turned and took a step to leave but then Glenn spoke, "So... Audrey, you will... right?" You turned and gave Glenn a look as you raised your eyebrow. You didn't say anything and just turned and walked after Daryl to the camp.

"Merle! Merle! Get your ugly ass out here! I got us some squirrel! Let's stew 'em up."

You gently placed Max on the ground, and he ran up to the RV to where Lori was. You cleared your throat, "Hey Daryl?" Daryl stopped and turned to you as you walked close to him. "I, uh, I need to talk to you."

"'Bout what?" Daryl asked.

"About Merle," you answered, "There was a--there was a problem in Atlanta."

Daryl looked around, then he looked at you, "He dead?"

"No, I mean, we don't think so--" you started as Shane stepped to your side.

"We're not sure."

"He either is or he ain't!" Daryl yelled at him.

Rick walked closer, "No easy way to say this, so I'll just say it."

"Who are you?"

"Rick Grimes."

"Rick Grimes," Daryl huffed, "You got something you want to tell me?"

"Your brother was a danger to us all, so I handcuffed him on a roof, hooked him to a piece of metal. He's still there."

"Hold on, let me process this," Daryl said as he stepped back, facing away from everyone as he wiped his eyes. It took a moment before he turned back to Rick, "You're saying you handcuffed my brother to a roof, and you left him there?"

"Yeah."

Without missing a beat, Daryl flung the rope of squirrels at Rick before rushing to tackle him. Shane jumped into action, body slamming him to the ground as you stepped back. Daryl then pulled out a knife, swinging it back and forth at the two men. "Daryl, stop!" you called.

Rick was able to sneak in a gut punch, allowing for Shane to get Daryl into a choke hold. "You'd best let me go!" Daryl yelled, thrashing his body.

Shane shook his head, "I think it's better if I don't."

"Choke hold's illegal," Daryl snapped.

"You can file a complaint," Shane said as Daryl continuing to thrash in his arms, "Come on, man. We can do this all day."

Rick knelt in front of Daryl, looking him in the eyes, "I'd like to have a calm discussion on this topic. Do you think we can manage that?"

Daryl thought for a moment, before choking out a quiet 'Yeah'. Shane looked at Rick for reassurance before letting the man go.

"What I did was not on a whim," Rick told him, "Your brother does not work and play well with others."

"It's not Rick's fault," T-Dog told him, "I had the key. I dropped it."

"You couldn't pick it up?" Daryl asked.

"I dropped it in a drain."

Rick stood up as Daryl looked down at the ground, breathing heavily, standing up, looking at T-Dog, "If it's supposed to make me feel better, it don't."

"Well, maybe this will," T-Dog told him, "Look, I chained the door to the roof--So the geeks couldn't get at him--with a padlock."

Rick looked at Daryl, "It's gotta count for something."

Daryl looked away, shaking his head, "Hell with all y'all!" He looked at Rick. "Just tell me where he is so that I can go get him."

"He'll show you," Lori told him, and everyone looked at her, "Isn't that right?"

Rick looked around, nodding, "I'm going back." Lori shook her head slightly and she turned and walked into the RV. You looked at Rick and watched him walking to the tents and Shane followed him clearly pissed off with the idea.

You stepped to your ruined car and leaned against the side of it as you crossed your arms across your chest. Daryl glanced to your way before quickly he sat down on one of the rocks and started to clean his arrows.

There was a couple of minutes of silent, full of tension in the air until you saw Rick and Shane walking back to the main camp, with Rick in his uniform.

"Well, look, I--I don't, okay, Rick?" Shane asked, "So could you just--Could you throw me a bone here, man? Could you just tell me why? Why would you risk your life for a douche bag like Merle Dixon?"

"Hey, choose your words more carefully," Daryl snapped at him.

"No, I did," Shane told him. "Douche bag's what I meant." He looked at Rick. "Merle Dixon--The guy wouldn't give you a glass of water if you were dying of thirst."

"What he would or wouldn't do doesn't interest me," Rick told him, "I can't let a man die of thirst--me. Thirst and exposure. We left him like an animal caught in a trap. That's no way for anything to die, let alone a human being."

Lori was sitting on logs with Carl and Max, "So you and Daryl, that's your big plan?"

Rick turned around, before his eyes landed on you. Oh no, he was staring at me you thought. You pointed at yourself, "Me?"

"You know the way," Rick pleaded as he stepped closer to you, "You've been there before. In and out, no problem. You said so yourself. It's not fair of me to ask, I know that, but I'd feel a lot better with you there. I know she would too." His eyes landed on Lori, and you looked over at her for a moment. You sighed and nodded lightly.

"That's just great," Shane told him sarcastically. "Now you're gonna risk three people, huh?"

"Four," T-Dog said.

"My day just gets better and better, don't it?" Daryl huffed.

"You see anybody else here stepping up to save your brother's cracker ass?" T-Dog asked.

"Why you?"

"You wouldn't even begin to understand. You don't speak my language."

Dale let out a heavy sigh, "That's four then."

"It's not just four," Shane said, looking at Rick, "You're putting every single one of us at risk. Just know that, Rick. Come on, you saw that Walker. It was here. It was in camp. They're moving out of the cities. They come back, we need every able body we've got. We need 'em here. We need 'em to protect camp."

"Sounds to me like what you really need are more guns," Rick said.

"What guns?" Shane asked.

"Six shotguns, two high-powered rifles, over a dozen handguns," Rick explained, "I cleaned out the cage back at the station before I left. I dropped the bag in Atlanta when I got swarmed. It's just sitting there on the street, waiting to be picked up."

"Ammo?" Shane asked.

"700 rounds, assorted," Rick answered.

"You went through hell to find us," Lori told him, "You just got here and you're gonna turn around and leave?"

Carl stepped forward, looking up at Rick, "Dad, I don't want you to go."

"To hell with the guns," Lori told him. "Shane is right. Merle Dixon? He's not worth one of your lives, even with guns thrown in." Rick walked closer to them. Lori stood up. "Tell me. Make me understand."

"I owe a debt to a man I met and his little boy," Rick told her, "Lori, if they hadn't taken me in, I'd have died. It's because of them that I made it back to you at all. They said they'd follow me to Atlanta. They'll walk into the same trap I did if I don't warn him."

"What's stopping you?" Lori asked.

"The walkie-talkie, the one in the bag I dropped," Rick answered. "He's got the other one. Our plan was to connect when they got closer."

"These are our walkies?" Shane asked.

"Yeah," Rick answered.

"So use the CB," Andrea told him. "What's wrong with that?"

"The CB's fine," Shane said, "It's the walkies that suck to crap--Date back to the '70s, don't match any other bandwidth--Not even the scanners in our cars."

Rick looked at Lori, "I need that bag. Okay?"

Lori looked away, "All right."

As the men began loading the van for the trip, you approached Lori who stared longingly at her husband. "Hey, I'll watch over him, don't worry," you assured.

Lori looked at you and smiled a small smile, nodding. She wrapped her arms around you, bringing you into a hug. You hugged her back as she spoke quietly, "I didn't get the chance to thank you for saving him."

"What, he told you?" you asked, and you both pulled out from the embrace.

"Yes."

"You're welcome," you said, "I got his back, don't worry."

Lori nodded and then said, "Be careful out there."

"Always am."

Daryl beeped on the horn of the van with his feet, "Come on, let's go!"

Carl ran closer and you hugged him gently, "Alright, bud, remember what happens when I'm out?"

"Keep Max close," he said as he pulled away.

You smirked and nodded, "See you soon."

He waved to you goodbye as you headed to the van. You got into the passenger seat and closed the door. Rick got into the driver seat and closed his door. After a moment of waiting, you glanced over and saw Daryl sliding the back door close and sat in front of T-Dog.

"All right let's get going," you muttered, and Rick started the van and drove off.

****

"He'd better be okay." You glanced up from the map and over your shoulder to Daryl when he spoke, you saw him looking at T-Dog, "It's my only word on the matter."

"I told you the geeks can't get at him," T-Dog told him, "The only thing that's gonna get through that door is us."

You turned back your attention to the road and when you saw you reached just outside the city and on the railroad tracks, you looked at Rick, "Stop here."

Rick did as you said and slowly stopped and parked the van. "We walk from here," you said as you glanced at the men before opening the door and getting out. They followed your move and you glanced at T-Dog and saw him holding his side for a brief second before letting his arm fall. "You okay?" you asked.

"Yeah," he answered as you all ran to the gates, and walked through the cut fence of the highway.

Rick looked at you, "Merle first or guns?"

"Merle," Daryl snapped, "We ain't even having this conversation."

"We are," Rick warned him and then turned his attention back to you, "You know the geography. It's your call."

"Merle's closest," you answered, "The guns would mean doubling back." You glanced at Daryl, "Merle first."

Daryl gave a small nod to you, and you all ran all the way to the building of the clothing store, and you all paused. There were no longer herd of walkers around the area but that didn't mean there was no walkers inside. Rick walked in first, and looked around before nodding for all of you to follow in.

Rick stopped you all suddenly, seeing a Walker inside, looking at Daryl, signaling him. Daryl walked past you, walking toward the Walker, holding his crossbow, "Damn. You are one ugly skank."

The Walker noticed him, taking a step closer but then Daryl shot an arrow to the Walker's head, killing it, walking toward it. He pulled the arrow out, cleaning it from blood with his pants. "Let's go," he said, and you all ran to the stairs that lead to the roof.

At the top of the stairs, T-Dog cut the chain to the door. Daryl pushed past him, throwing the door open and running onto the roof.

"Merle! Merle!" Daryl called out, looking around.

You followed the men who came to an abrupt stop.

"Oh, my God," you whispered, covering your mouth with your hand.

Daryl rushed over, "No!" You looked at him, and he began pacing back and forth, tears welling in his eyes as he continued to scream out.

Everyone remained silent, not knowing exactly what to say; if there was anything to say.

Your eyes lingered on the ground, Merle's severed hand sitting next to a hacksaw. Semi-dried blood was pooled around it, droplets leading away from the scene. Yet, there was no sign of Merle at all.

That crazy son of a bitch.

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Hi! First time requesting. Do you think you could do a first time meeting neige in the self aware au? Like we're in their world? Thank you ❤️

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, poison, manipulation, unhealthy relationship, obsession, possessiveness

Entering their world

Neige always had a love-hate relationship with you

On one hand you were his ideal, perfection in person and whilst he was not crazy about being the best and only trying his best you were always what he wanted to achieve

On the other it always seemed so easy whenever you did something. Ruling a country? Easy. Being a inspiration? Done in your sleep. Being the embodiment of perfection? Just you breathing checked that criteria

The distaste of the young man also heightened whenever he saw Vil, seeing as his colleague was working himself to exhaustion just for you

Was this what it meant to admire you? Being inferior to you forever?

When the competition happened between Royal Sword Academy and Night Raven College he was also visiting and oh

You were here....

At first he thought it was a trick of the light, seeing you leave the hallway just as he was entering

And then he saw you again helping with the preparations, doing whatever could be done

Don't forget that he was also feeling a bit bitter towards you so at first he thought this was just a facade to appear kind and caring

But it just didn't end, and then finally there came the moment the two of you spoke to each other

Neige wished he could have met you under less ugly circumstances in the aftermath

Not knowing the grounds too well he decided to go on a walk, only the light of his phone guiding him

And as fate wants it he found himself in the forest far away from school having fallen down a pit of which he wasnt able to get out by himself

Neige was already giving up on getting out again having tried to climb up and shout for help with no avail

But then he heard steps upon the dead leaves on the ground

Looking down was your concerned face which morphed into a small smile when you saw him not being seriously injured

Telling him to wait you soon returned with a rope, helping him out of there with it

Apparently you saw someone disappearing into the woods and knowing about the pits which made no NRC student enter that place at night you ran after him

That was when every bit of unsavory feelings for you disappeared

And also he was ashamed

Leaves were in his hair and dirt was all over his clothes

The next day he came up to you with some sweets to thank you and oh dear, you looked even more perfect in the light of the sun

Even after he left you would always stay in contact with him whether you like it or not

How? Well he sends you presents even if you tell him to stop

Well at least they are good firewood for that fireplace in your room

Although Neige looks like he couldn't hurt anybody he is actually quite manipulative and that also without even noticing it

Making sure that no one gets too close to you by paying some students at NRC so that they keep others away to even harming himself

How? Well usually he lets the presents his fans send him be checked before accepting them

But that Apple pie that one time just looked so delicious and...

Yeah you had to make that potion to safe him

But in the end you saved him so he must mean at least a bit to you, right?

This is also where his unknowing part of being manipulative ends and it dawns on him that he might have another side to himself

But don't you worry, they just had some food poisoning from a cookie they got from an unknown sender as a present. Hm? Why are you looking at him like that?

There isn't a thing he wouldn't do for you even if it means becoming the evil*cough* I mean fairest queen

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soulrph · 2 years

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𝙁𝙄𝙍𝙎𝙏-𝙏𝙄𝙈𝙀 𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙎 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙏𝙎 (𝙋𝙏. 1)

as requested by a powerfully patient and endlessly lovely nonnie!! there will be more lists like this, because frankly, parenthood is a whole theme park of roller coasters with unique challenges and milestones in each of them! but these are for parents who have recently become parents to a newborn! i also have requests for prompts based on foster families and adopted children, but i'd like to do my own research before i dive too deeply into those, because obviously the rules vary from country to country, but i digress! i sincerely hope you all enjoy these! unclench your jaw, drink some water, roll back your shoulders! DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST PLEASE!!

" if you waken that baby, so help me god, there won't be a corner of the universe that will protect you from my wrath. "

" do you wanna hold him/her/them? here, it's okay! just support the neck like... yeah, there you go! you got it! "

" no, no, it's okay, i'm not going anywhere. the baby spit up on everything i own except this sparkly little number, so i'm waiting for the washing cycle to end until i can change out of this! come on in. "

" i don't think i've had a full night's sleep since the baby came along. "

" i'm gonna train this kid, night and day, until they say my name before yours. that's my goal. my name is gonna be their first word. "

" i love my baby. more than i ever dreamed possible! but they've kept me awake since the second they were born! i seriously need a nap... could you keep an eye on them until i wake up? just twenty minutes, i promise you! "

" it kinda feels like every single person in the world suddenly has a PhD in parenting to make me feel incompetent with. "

" i think our sweet angel's gonna be a rock star with that set of lungs! "

" we need a new babysitter. preferably one who won't read rosemary's baby to our newborn. "

" god, they're so precious when they're asleep... can you believe we're that kid's parents?! "

" how can something so tiny go through a billion diapers every single day?! "

" they smiled at me today! actually smiled, i swear! that baby is a genius! and no, it wasn't trapped gas, before you say it. "

" that darling child ripped a fistful of my hair out today, so if you see a bald spot, now you know why it's there. "

" shh... shh, honey, it's okay. the baby woke up, but i'm handling it. you just go back to sleep now, okay? "

" i was thinking... if, for whatever reason, i'm not able to take care of the baby, i was wondering if you might be okay with being their legal guardian? "

" so pre-schools aren't only super competitive, they've also got some insanely high standards now, too! one of them won't even let me bring my car in unless it's completely emission-free! "

" the baby has a remarkably dark sense of humour. they only seem to laugh when i stub my damn toe on the crib at 4 in the morning. "

" we had a somewhat violent reaction at the diaper station this morning. so that meant i had to bathe and change the little cherub twice in ten minutes, and then go take another shower and find new clothes unscathed by infant vandals again. "

" he/she/they have your eyes. and your batshit insane sleep schedule. "

" you know what really pisses me off? when people act as though new parents have it easy. like a newborn is the easiest thing in the world to handle. i'd like to see them make coffee, change a diaper and fold a onesie one-handed! "

" isn't it so crazy that this tiny little human, who can't even hold their own head up yet, might be like, a president or something one day? "

" i'm really sorry, i know we had plans tonight, but i literally just got the baby to sleep and all i wanna do is lie down and eat the leftovers of a bag of potato chips until i fall asleep. i haven't showered all week, i can't remember the last time i wore clean clothes, and... it's just not gonna work out tonight. "

" i figured you wouldn't have much time to cook, what with the baby and all. so i decided i'd bring a lasagna and some groceries over to you, and i can keep an eye on the little one while you take a nice hot shower and eat your dinner in peace! "

" hey... relax. i promise you, the babysitter can handle it for a few hours! and if they need you, they've got your phone number, right? so just... take a night off. sit back. enjoy yourself. the baby is fine, i promise you! "

" you know, if you guys wanted a date night, i could mind the baby for you? "

" i swear, this baby is the freaking jackpot of excuses to not attend all those events! all the times i wanted to throw sharon's awful hummus at her face during those dinner parties, and now i don't even have to go anymore, all because of this beautiful, wonderful little baby! "

" i mean, sure, sometimes i'm crying 24/7 and i don't know what the hell i'm doing! but then i'll tickle the baby's little foot and they'll laugh for thirty minutes, and it just makes me so insanely, immeasurably happy! "

" what do you think? will we try for baby number two? make this little angel a big brother/sister/sibling? "

" i need a night out. please. i'm begging you. i cannot sing another single note of baby shark! please, even a trip to the grocery store would do! "

" god, couldn't you just sit and watch them sleep forever? "

" oh god, he/she/they're crying! the baby's crying! oh man, is that a hungry cry or a diaper cry?! talk to me, little baby! "

" i cannot believe we just paid four figures for a cradle when the baby won't even sleep unless they're in our arms... "

" you know, that little baby is so freaking lucky to have you as their mom/dad/parent. "

" a-actually, maybe you better keep holding them. i mean, what if i hurt them by accident? or what if i scare them? babies don't like me, they never have! "

" you know, i always thought newborn babies looked like potatoes. but this kid is pretty darn cute! "

" i believe congratulations are in order. where's the new addition? "

" i never realized how expensive diapers were until now... "

" mm... honey, the baby... the baby's crying. wake up, baby, go help the baby... "

" nice try, but i got the baby the last time. it's your turn now. probably a diaper change, too, by the sound of it. "

" how can someone so tiny drink so much freaking milk?! "

" i wish people would quit acting like parenting experts every single time they see me. believe it or not, i do know what i'm doing! "

" some stranger on the bus decided to let me know i was a terrible mother/father/parent for not choosing to raise the baby on a vegan diet. "

" did you think of any baby names yet? or is this sweet little angel still anonymous? "

" i'm thinking we should decorate the nursery while the baby's still napping. i got the paint in my car; what do you think? "

" this baby is officially more extroverted than me! every single person we met in the park, this socializing star was waving and smiling at them like crazy! "

" oh my god, remember that little blanket you gave us when the baby was born? yeah! they refuse to go to sleep without it now, it's the cutest thing ever! "

" oh, i took the most adorable photo of the baby yesterday while they were sleeping! wanna see? "

" i don't think you need to worry about your parenting skills. 'cause that little baby in there is the happiest, luckiest kid in the whole world just by having you in their life. they might not know it yet. but they are. "

" well, according to the principal at the last pre-school, we should have been booking placements before the baby was even conceived. "

" i wonder what kind of life this baby will grow up to live? "

" you're such a natural with the baby! he/she/they love you so much already; look how they're gazing up at you! "

" i'm so sorry, but we're gonna have to leave early; the bottle leaked all over my bag, and it's feeding time now, so it's either leave early or unleash a screaming infant on you! "

" would you mind holding the baby for a minute while i go grab my stuff? "

" don't judge, but we were out of clean onesies, so i dressed the baby in that huge old t-shirt you got at that concert five years ago. if i'm being honest, it suits them! "

" listen. i know i complain and i struggle. i honestly think my mistakes outnumber my triumphs, as far as parenting is concerned. but i have never loved anything nor anyone nearly as much as i love this baby. never. "

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calisources · 6 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒. all sentences and quotes have been taken from kiera cass's the selection. this are all from book one (i think). change pronouns, names and locations as you see fit. topics of royalty, arranged marriages, competition and fantasy present.

“True love is usually the most inconvenient kind.”

“I hope you find someone you can't live without.I really do. And I hope you never have to know what it's like to have to try and live without them.”

“No, I’m not choosing him or you. I’m choosing me.”

“It's always the fear of looking stupid that stops you from being awesome.”

“If you don’t want me to be in love with you, you’re going to have to stop looking so lovely. First thing tomorrow I’m having your maids sew some potato sacks together for you.”

“America Singer, one day you will fall asleep in my arms every night. And you'll wake up to my kisses every morning.”

“You get confused by crying women, I get confused by walks with princes.”

"One can never help being born into perfection.”

“I should have known that if any girl was going to disobey an order, it would be you.”

“Listen to me, kitten. Win or lose, you’ll always be a princess to me.”

"Do you think. That I could still call you ‘my dear’?"

“You’re too beautiful for your own good. Once you leave, we’ll have to send some of the guards with you. You’ll never survive on your own, poor thing.”

“I guessed princesses-in-training didn’t wear pants.”

“History isn’t something you study. It’s something you should just know.”

“You don't do that. You don't just leave your family. Sticking together... it's the only way to survive.”

“It's the fear of looking stupid the keeps you from being awesome.”

“America, I don't think you can change history."

“You ask for such simple things, I can't deny you.”

“Great. Now the queen thought I was a misfit, too.”

“Yeah, Mom, I’ll just keep telling the prince that he has absolutely no shot with me and offend him as often as I can. Great plan.”

"Yes! It's been a pleasure getting to know these ladies."

“You deserved to be loved. And I hope you get to marry for love and not a number.”

“I think you can tell by now that I'm not the type of man to beat around the bush. I'll tell you exactly what I want from you."

"In public? You thought...for heaven's sake. I'm a gentleman!"

"Why did you even offer to help if you think so little of me?"

“Ah yes, the man or the crown. I'm afraid some can't tell the difference.”

“It was a special feeling, irreplaceable, that was priceless. No queen on the throne could feel more important than me.”

“Every girl needs to shine once in a while.”

“I’d be surrounded by scores of guards at the palace, but I couldn’t imagine a place safer than my father’s arms.”

“You are all dear to me. it is simply a matter of discovering who shall be the dearest.”

“But you don't love someone for almost two years and then turn it off overnight.”

“America, I might have my family, but imagine how embarrassing it is to have your parents watch as you attempt to date for the first time. And not just your parents—the whole country! Worse than that, it’s not even a normal style of dating.”

“Sometimes people don't know whether to interpret silence as confidence or fear.”

“By birth you have been blessed, and it is time to acknowledge that blessing.”

“I feel that no good leader can let the masses go unfed”

“Your feelings being a little slower than mine? I'm prepared to wait. I don't think there's anything you could do that I couldn't forgive.”

“I’ve never needed very much to be happy. I thought you knew that.”

“The summer was ending, and soon we’d be faced with cold. And worry.”

“I didn't want to be royalty. And I didn't want to be a One. I didn't even want to try.”

“And I didn't think it was possible to find love for a person I don't know at all.”

“I gulped. Too many rules, too much structure, too many people. I just wanted to be alone with a violin.”

“Another reason everyone married young: Waiting is torture.”

“You were a dream I didn’t dare speak aloud”

“You get confused by crying women, I get confused by walks with princes,”

“America, my dear, I hope you find something in this cage worth fighting for”

“Tsk-tsk. A lady never raises her voice above a gentle whisper.”

“If she cries, I want to wear pants for a week".”

“I was so hungry for words from my family. As soon as it was in”

“you don't love someone for almost two years and then turn it off overnight”

“And it’s old advice, but it’s good: Be yourself.”

"The first time we really spoke, I corrected your manners."

“We couldn’t afford the luxury of wants. We had needs.”

“Gerad, what do you think? Do you think I’m pretty?”

“They curtsied and giggled.”

“My whole life, I've been taught to be invisible”

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shrink-or-grow · 4 months

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WELCOME TO THE BLOG!!! TAKE A SIZE RAY AND HAVE A SEAT.

This is a blog for making polls about giant/tiny size headcanons about characters from all kinds of different media, run by me, the one-and-only @tiny-brain. Yeah, you've probably (never) heard of me. I (don't) get around.

Each poll will be about a different character from a different piece of media, determining whether they should shrink, grow, or if they'd work better as a full-on sizeshifter!

I'm going to try to make this a daily thing, but don't be surprised if I disappear or forget to post some days. Basically just check back whenever and see if there's a new poll or not. I'll try not to keep you all waiting too long if I do go missing.

There's also a chance I'll hand this blog off to someone else in the future, cause while I obviously wanna stick around for as long as I can, I DO NOT want to be doing this forever. I might be willing to come back on occasion though, so who knows?

ANYWAY ON TO THE MOST IMPORTANT PART: DA RULES!!!

ALL CHARACTERS MUST BE SUGGESTED VIA ASKS! If you have questions about a character you are submitting please DM me through my main blog, @tiny-brain.

Characters can come from almost anything (movies, TV, video games, web series, comics, novels, etc), and be almost anything (even inanimate objects or memes/jokes).

This blog is SFW only. PLEASE DO NOT SUGGEST CHARACTERS WITH OVERLY SEXUAL/NSFW CONNOTATIONS BEHIND THEM (Or if they come from something intentionally meant to be NSFW) NSFW blogs, please DNI.

DO NOT Suggest characters associated with problematic real-life individuals/organizations. I will not tolerate any racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, hatred for religious or ethnic groups, or any other prejudice of any kind. This blog is meant to be a safe space for everyone. If you are not willing to tolerate others because of their differences, do not interact with me or follow me.

I also reserve the right to refuse to do a poll on a character if I don't want to do one for them. You can DM me on my main account to argue your case for them, and I will explain my own reasoning, but if I still refuse, please do not continue to bug me about it.

Your OCs are wonderful and I love them all, but chances are they're already big and/or small, if you're the kind of people I think you are (cause who else would follow a blog like this?). Suggesting them for this poll would be kind of redundant, wouldn't it? If you want to submit an OC that's not already size-related though, that's fair game, just be sure to provide me with art/images of them to use in the poll header.

Please make sure to be kind and considerate to others! This isn't a competition, so if more people vote for a character to be a different size than what you thought they should be, don't be a jerk about it. We've all got our own headcanons, and if you want Reigan to be a smol little guy in your AU fanfic, nobody's stopping ya. In fact, tell people about it! I'm sure they'll love your ideas, even if they chose to vote differently.

AGTHMP I ALMOST FORGOR THIS RULE AM SORRYYY Basically, please only submit one character per ask. That means no groups for now, sorry. I'd like for each individual character to have their own poll before we start messing with both them and all their friends together as a unit. Sorry!

And that should do it! Now start suggesting characters! I can't wait to get this started. I put off doing homework for this!

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youllallriseintheink · 2 months

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The Bet

After losing a bet to Crispin, Drayton has to be nice to Kieran for a whole week. There's only so long this can go well.

After this, I'm finishing One For All, I promise. The fourth chapter is already over halfway done.

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"Getting tired yet?" Crispin asked, a competitive gleam still in his eye.

"You wish," Drayton said casually, ignoring the tears stinging his eyes and the burning heat of his own breath.

"You're redder than a habanero pepper, and you're going down!" Crispin grinned and took a huge bite of the jalapeno and ghost pepper sandwich he'd made up for this bet. He'd made ten of them, and the two boys had already gone through three each. "Mmm," he Crispin, making a show of how little he was affected.

Drayton maintained lazy eye contact and stuffed another bite of his own sandwich into his burning mouth. Drayton didn't lose bets, and he wasn't about to start today- especially not with the high stakes. He swallowed as quickly as he could and started gagging on an unchewed strip of pepper that had gotten lodged in his throat.

Crispin giggled at Drayton's struggle. Then he realized Drayton was choking. He got up and started giving Drayton hard hits to the back, trying to help him out. In panic, Drayton grabbed the glass of milk on the table and downed half of it, managing to swallow the pepper.

"You okay?" Crispin asked.

"Yeah..." Drayton said, colour returning to his face.

"Well, I win!" Crispin announced, crossing his arms triumphantly.

"That doesn't count. I was choking."

"No, we shook on it- first person to give up or touch the glass of milk loses."

Drayton looked at the half-finished glass of milk and Crispin's unaffected face. He could either keep arguing with Crispin, or he could finish cooling off his mouth. Begrudgingly, he picked up the glass and downed it. "Yeah, you win," he admitted.

"And I'm not letting you off easily! You knew the rules: I lose, I have to ask Lacey out. You lose, you have to be nice to Kieran for a whole week!"

"Alright, geez. I was just trying to help you work up the nerve."

"And I appreciate it! But now, let's make up some rules for what being 'nice' means. I know you'll do the bare minimum if we don't."

"Fine. What are the rules?"

"Hmm..." Crispin put a finger to his lips and seemed to think it over. "You have to partner with him for the group project this week. And you have to invite him to sit with us at lunch. And you have to have him so convinced you're friends that he's willing to hang out with you outside of class. And no calling him ex-champion!"

"Got it. But only if after this week, you ask out Lacey. No excuses. Deal?"

"Deal. But if you don't uphold your side of the bet, I'm forcing another super-spicy sandwich down your throat, got it?"

"Sure, whatever."

Kieran had gotten his lunch from the cafeteria and was making his way back to his dorm room when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, Kieran, come sit with us," Drayton said, giving him a winning grin.

Kieran looked back at the BB league's usual table, where Amarys and Lacey were chatting and Crispin was waving him over.

"Well... sure," Kieran replied, sounding guarded and a little confused.

Drayton walked him over to the table, where the boys ate in awkward silence as Lacey chattered over Iono's latest stream and Amarys watched it in content silence. Drayton focused on his taco salad. Sure, you could cut the awkwardness with a knife, but it wasn't his responsibility to fix it. If Crispin wanted to change the situation he'd created, he could go on ahead.

Tired of waiting, Crispin kicked Drayton's leg to get him moving. Drayton turned his eyes to Kieran. "Hey. We start a group project in terrarium class tomorrow. Wanna be partners?"

"Wha- uh, sure."

"Hey, you're the only one here who's in that class with me. Might as well do it with a friend, right?"

Kieran seemed taken aback. "Friends? Wowzers... I-I knew you guys had forgiven me, but I didn't know you'd be willing to be friends..."

It almost made Drayton feel guilty. Thankfully, as Drayton tried to figure out a response, Amarys took interest in the new face at their table.

“Kieran. I’ve been looking to test some supplements on a synthetic Pokémon. Would your porygon-Z be up to the task?”

“Sure!.”

“Thank you. Allow me to tell you the potential side effects,” Amarys continued, pulling out a notepad covered in small, neat text.

With a list like that, Drayton could enjoy the rest of his lunch period free from bet-related obligations. Thanks, Amarys. You really came in clutch, he thought.

The next morning, Kieran realized that partnering with the guy that never showed up to class might not have been his brightest move. Kieran checked his watch again as he leaned against the wall of the outdoor classroom. It was 9:30- thirty minutes from when the class had started and twenty minutes from when the other students had started on their assignments. Seeing the other students running around the lush environments battling and tossing their balls made Kieran downright twitchy. Maybe Drayton wasn’t going to show up and he should do this on his own. Maybe that had been Drayton's plan from the beginning.

Just as Kieran had left the classroom to get started on the project, he caught sight of Drayton and ran to him. "There you are. I thought I was gonna have to do this whole project by myself," Kieran snapped. "The assignment is to catch one Pokémon of each type and write a few sentences on why it's an exemplar of its type. Come on, let's go- the class is already halfway over." With that, Kieran turned his attention to the fields, looking around anxiously for his first catch.

"Relax," Drayton said. "Eighteen Pokémon in four eighty-minute classes isn't that much. Let's just take it easy and see what we can find, okay?"

"Oh. O-okay," Kieran replied, back turned. "S-sorry. I guess I'm not making the best new impression on you, huh?" All that nervous, angry energy probably reminded Drayton of Kieran's reign as champion. Not exactly what Kieran wanted now that Drayton was finally giving him a chance.

"Nope," Drayton stated. Drayton walked past Kieran, and Kieran followed along at his side in silence. After not too long, they passed a herd of executor. Drayton threw a quick ball at one of them as they passed, causing the others to take notice and shuffle away from the two humans. The quick ball shook three times, then clicked shut. "There's grass done," Drayton said, picking up the pokéball.

"...I don't know if that's a good representative," Kieran said after a little hesitation.

"Why? It's a tree. Can't get any more grass than that."

"I don't think that kind of logic will get us a good grade. Let's keep looking."

"Fine. What do you think our grass-type should be?"

"Follow me," Kieran proposed, taking off at a jog. Drayton ran after him. Not long after, Kieran slowed down and knelt at the outside of a forested area. It was time to show Drayton that he'd learned a few nice things about the terrarium and about Pokémon.

Inside the bush was a pond with dozens of bulbasaurs wading and sunning themselves on the rocks in the dappled light. Kieran carefully, quietly entered the bush and picked up one of the specimens on the rocks.

"I think this is the one," Kieran said as he stepped back into the sunlight, the bulbasaur held in both his hands. "Grass-types are super docile, even ones with other types that tend not to be. That can be our reasoning."

Drayton smiled as he looked down at the bright-eyed little frog. "Makes sense. I guess you would know, 'cause of your hydrapple."

"Yeah. And my shiftry back in Kitakami. It’s a dark-type. With grass, you can have an easy-to-train dragon, a kind dark-type, and even a nurturing poison-type. But they're not just softies, either. With a secondary type, they can be super strong and nasty, too! That’s why they’re my favourites.”

"Huh. Guess there’s a lot more to them than meets the eye. So, what type do you want to tackle next?"

"Hmm... dragon? We both like dragons. And you can choose the species this time."

"Sure. Let’s go catch something fierce.”

"Sounds good. I'm glad you came around to me."

By the end of the period, the two boys had caught a flygon, and a rhyhorn for ground type as well, leaving them only a little behind the expected pace. Drayton even promised to show up on time the next day. Maybe, Kieran thought, this really isn't some kind of trick.

The next day after class, Drayton asked Kieran to hang out. It was one of the requirements of the bet, after all. Drayton suggested they play some games in Kieran's dorm room. It would save him the work of cleaning his own room or having to pay for an outing. It was a sound plan, but once Drayton actually got there, well, he thanked Arceus that there was no requirement on how long they had to hang out. Kieran's game system was hilariously outdated, practically older than they were, and beside it was a stack of E-rated titles. Considering that Kieran's guardians didn't even allow him a phone, Drayton supposed he should have guessed.

"That's what we'll be playing?" Drayton asked, not bothering to hide the snideness in his voice.

Kieran looked away and played with a strand of his hair. "I know it's not exactly an impressive set-up. But a friend made a game for me that's pretty fun. Wanna try it?"

"Wait, made for you?"

"Yeah. Her name is Penny. She's a long-distance friend from Paldea, and she's like, super tech-savvy. I told her that this racing game reminded me of a carnival game from my hometown, and, well, she used some photos and tech wizardry to work her magic. It's nothing I understand, but it's pretty cool."

"Dang. Yeah, let's see."

Kieran popped the cartridge into the device and booted it up. The game was a simple race car type of deal that had been altered to make collecting items the objective instead of finishing first. The photos of balloon characters clashed horribly with the cartoonish style of the game, but hey, it was more than Drayton could have done.

Kieran set up a round for them. To none of Drayton's surprise, Kieran was great- almost good enough to keep up with him. He'd pegged Kieran as the type to have spent way too much of his time indoors in front of screens. By the way he was leaning forward in intense determination, he was competitive, too.

The round consisted of three laps. By lap two, Drayton had figured out the system- pop as many balloons as possible and deliver as many berries as you could. They didn't have to be the right ones and there was no benefit to being a team player. He'd lost points thinking there was, but maybe he could catch up.

At the end of the three laps, the points tallied up. They'd tied.

"Wowzers. You're good. And this is your first time! I wasn't expecting that." Kieran looked away, smiling awkwardly. "No offense."

"Well, I had to do something with my time in Unova, so I got pretty good.”

"Huh. I kind of figured that you were like, super popular and always going out, or something."

"Yeah, when I wasn't grounded."

Kieran laughed. "I thought being the grandson of a gym leader would be cool."

"You'd think. Anyhow, after we're done this, let's go to my room and I'll show you what actual video games are like."

"Sure! Can't wait."

The conversation died down as the two focused on a second round.

"Say... since you're so good at this... maybe you could join me for the festival? My grandparents said I could have someone over for it next year."

"Sure," Drayton said absentmindedly as he mashed buttons.

Kieran's face lit up like fireworks. "Oh my gosh, I've never had a friend to invite for this before! Uh, I mean, they've never been able to make it. Don't bail out on me for this, got it?"

It was only then that Drayton realized that he'd agreed to something way outside the requirements of the bet. But whatever. Drayton would find a way to let Kieran down gently later. Probably. He'd see- a festival could be fun and Kieran’s company hadn’t been the worst thing in the world. And there was one promise he would keep tonight, even if it meant leading Kieran into his disaster zone of a room.

“Ready to play some real games now?”

“You bet.”

Friday's lunch hour had finally arrived, and it was time for Crispin to uphold his part of the bet. He and Drayton were sitting at their usual cafeteria table, waiting for the others. Crispin was fidgeting with the buttons on his chef coat, uncharacteristically quiet.

"You know the rules," Drayton reminded him. "No wriggling out this time.”

Crispin nodded. "Well, at least Amarys is on that study date with Carmine, so there'll be less of an audience... Though I guess Kieran will be there since he sits with us every day now... so it's not really better at all, actually."

There was a pause before Crispin turned to Drayton with a competitive gleam in his eye. "Wait. Part of the deal was you had to hang out with Kieran outside of school. Did you?"

"Yup."

"Then prove it!"

"Matter of fact, I can," Dayton said, digging out the cartridge for Ogre Ousting out of his bag and slapping it down on the table. Unbeknownst to the two boys, Lacey and Kieran were approaching them from behind. "Kieran lent me this because he wants us to do the real thing together this Spring when he invites me over for his hometown's little festival. He’s that convinced that we’re friends."

“Wait. You agreed to go to his hometown? It’s starting to sound like you actually like him,” Crispin said, grinning.

Drayton flushed. “No, no, I only said yes to that because I kind of pitied him, ‘kay? I’m gonna find a way to let him down gently. Look, I did everything we agreed on for the bet. Now you gotta take your lumps for yours.”

Lacey dropped her lunch tray on the table, getting the boys’ attention. "You did what for a bet?" she all but yelled. "Manipulating someone into thinking they're your friend? That's just not right!" Lacey crossed her arms over herself in her trademark X as she stared daggers at the boys.

“I- I- we didn’t mean to hurt anybody!” Crispin protested. “It was just a punishment for Drayton! He wasn’t supposed to find out!”

“And I just wanted to give this fool the courage to ask you out,” Drayton added. That defense sounded weak to him before he even turned to Kieran, who was holding back tears and looking at Drayton in shocked betrayal.

"Guess I… I guess should've figured..." Kieran managed. Then he turned away and ran.

"Look what you did!" Lacey scolded. "He was finally comfortable enough to hang out with us, and now he probably thinks that me and Amarys are fake friends with him, too. Go apologize right now! And tell him he's still welcome to sit with us."

"Um, okay, but first, for the bet, I have to-” Crispin muttered.

"-You’re still talking about the bet? The answer's no until you apologize to Kieran and ask me out properly! Going out after you needed to catch someone in the crossfire to just to ask? It's just not-"

Drayton didn't have to be told twice. He got up and ran after Kieran before Lacey could finish her catchphrase and Crispin could respond with, "Wait, so it's yes once I do?"

Kieran was already out of sight, so Drayton started by looking in the most obvious place: Kieran's dorm room.

Drayton stopped in front of Kieran's door and considered his options. He could just go back and tell the others he'd apologized. Kieran was a master grudge-holder, so there was a good chance that the others would believe that Kieran was avoiding them in spite of an apology. But Drayton didn't want that. He took a deep breath and raised his fist to knock on the door.

The door opened violently before Drayton had even put his fist down. "What?" Kieran snapped, fists curled as he looked defiantly at Drayton. His puffy-from-crying eyes made the whole thing a whole lot less intimidating, and a boy three years younger and a foot shorter than Drayton wasn't all that scary to him to begin with.

"Hey. I'm sorry about the bet," Drayton started.

Kieran wiped away fresh tears. "Was Amarys in on it? I mean, Lacey wasn't, obviously..."

"It was just me and Crispin. And Crispin doesn't hate you, either. He just thought that being nice to you would be a punishment for me. That’s it.”

“Do you actually pity me that much?”

“If I did, would I have called you ‘ex-champion’ half a million times while your wounds were still fresh? No. I’m actually pretty jealous of you.”

Kieran looked at Drayton like he’d grown a second head. "You're jealous of me?"

"Well... yeah." Drayton took a big breath. "I'm a lazy screw-up. Everyone knows that. And I figure it's just my place, right? It's who I am. But then you come along and go from a nobody to the best trainer in the school in a semester. Yeah, you were killing yourself to do it, but it made me think... if I worked like that, no one would think of me as the lazy screw-up."

"Oh. I didn't know. I'm, uh, sorry about that." Kieran paused. "I'm jealous of you, too."

It didn't surprise Drayton at all that he was on the list of people an awkward, fragile boy with jealousy issues was jealous of, so he opted not to say anything and let Kieran keep talking.

"You don't have to even try to seem like you’re good enough. You just act like you are and you don’t need to do anything to feel like you deserve to. I wish I were like that."

“Heh. Yeah. Anyhow, I shouldn’t have used you for that stupid bet. It was wrong. Can you give me a chance to be your friend, for real this time? I actually do want to come with you to the festival, if you’ll still let me.”

“Well… if you actually want to…” Kieran looked away, playing with his hair as he seemed to consider that. “Yeah. Let’s be friends.”

#pokemon #drayton #kieran #crispin #lacey #pokemon drayton #pokemon kieran #pokemon crispin #pokemon lacey #my fanfiction

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madneedshelp · 1 year

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You Make Loving Fun - Warren Rojas x FReader

Summary: You weren’t really a relationship girl. Sure, you had no problems with some fun and this was the era of free love, but you preferred to keep things as just fun. So, when your friend introduces you to the drummer in her band, why does he make you want to change this rule so badly?

Warnings: implied sex, recreational drug and alcohol use, adult language

“Karen, I swear I cannot get drunk tonight! I have a shoot tomorrow and I cannot be hungover. No drugs either, they make me sloppy in the morning.” You warned, looping an arm through your friend’s.

She tilted back her head in a laugh. “I promise to keep an eye on you, party pooper. You’ve got to have a little fun, though.”

“Of course I will, I just don’t want to mess up this gig. I’ve worked so hard and things are too fucking competitive out here. I will do my best to loosen up a little bit, though.” You gave her a grin that mirrored her own.

Karen was one of the few good friends you had out in LA. You came out here to pursue modeling after you were scouted soon after high school, and you’d spent the past couple years working hard at it. Not to brag, but you were doing alright for yourself. You were grabbing a drink with some coworkers of yours, which you had to admit were a little insufferable and bitchy, when you met Karen.

Now here you were, at a party thrown by Karen’s new band. The Six seemed like cool people, Karen definitely liked them better than her previous bandmates, so that made them okay in your book. She was right though, you did need to relax a little bit. This party might’ve been just what you needed.

“Everyone, this is my good friend, YN. Y/N, that’s Graham, Warren, Eddie, Billy, and Billy’s lovely wife Camila.” Karen announced to the group.

You exchanged pleasantries with everyone before more people started arriving and the group dispersed. It wasn’t long before Karen drifted off to talk to Graham and you decided maybe one drink wouldn’t be the end of the world. Loosen up, you told yourself.

“Hey, Y/N, I’m Warren.”

You jumped a bit as you finished pouring yourself a glass of wine, startled by the immediate presence of a curly-haired man.

“Oh, hi, and I remember.” You chuckled as you turned to face him. He was cute, in a playful way. He seemed genuinely happy, which was something a lot of aspiring musicians these days didn’t exude.

“So, Karen tells us you’re a model, that’s pretty cool.” He gave you a nervous grin.

You nodded. “Indeed I am. It’s not as glamorous as it looks all the time, though.”

He leaned against the table, very obviously trying to be flirty. “Well, I’m sure if it’s you doing it, it looks plenty glamorous.”

That earned a laugh from you. He was funny. And actually quite attractive, you decided. “What else has Karen told you about me?”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, she might have told us that you can be a little stuffy.”

A shocked expression took over your face. “Did she really? Wow. That hurts.”

“I didn’t say I believed her.” Warren shrugged.

“No, she’s kind of right. I’ve been working a lot lately and my agents have me under a pretty strict routine. That’s why I came tonight, to have some fun.” Your lips turned up in a sly smile. A rush of satisfaction flooded through you as Warren’s eyes traveled down to your lips. Two could play at this little flirty game he had started.

Suddenly, Karen showed up with Graham and Eddie in tow. “Hey, we’re going to go smoke out back. Do you two want to join us?”

You considered for a moment. If you stopped drinking now and only stuck to some weed, you’d probably be okay in the morning. “Sure, I’m in.”

“Really?” Karen looked pleasantly surprised.

“Yeah, apparently someone is spreading the rumor that I’m ‘stuffy’ and I can’t have that circulating.” You sent her a playful glare.

“Well, you heard the lady, let’s go.” Warren grinned.

About an hour later, the five of you sat out back in a comfortable haze. Karen and Graham had gotten surprisingly touchy with each other, and Eddie seemed hilariously out of it. You found yourself sneaking numerous glances at Warren. Weed made you a little horny sometimes, which you probably should’ve considered before agreeing to this.

Luckily for you, Warren was also sneaking glances. You could tell the wanting feeling between you two was mutual.

Before long, Karen and Graham slipped away, and Eddie wasn’t long to follow. That left you and Warren alone.

“So,” He sat up beside you in the chair you two shared. “Did you have fun tonight?”

“Yeah, I really did.” You gave him a lazy smile. “How about you?”

“Me too, but I have fun all the time.” Warren chuckled .

An easy smile played on his lips and you found yourself staring. He did radiate this comforting sort of vibe…honestly, he radiated fun. You weren’t sure at what point you started leaning toward him, but he had leaned in too.

Before you knew it, his lips were locked on yours and you had your hands entwined in his mess of dark curls. He gave you a chance to break the kiss, just in case it wasn’t what you wanted, but you didn’t. You only kissed him back hungrier.

Everything about kissing Warren was thrilling. It felt like light speed, but also as though the minutes had dragged into hours. At some point, he’d shifted you into his lap to where you were straddling him and his hands drifted comfortably to your hips.

“We could…take this upstairs to my room. If you want to.” He whispered breathily into your ear.

“Sorry, I only fuck guitarists.” You whispered back with a joking smirk.

“Shit, I guess Graham will have to give me some lessons then.” He let out a raspy chuckle that sent a flutter of warmth through you.

You kissed him again, with the same passion resuming almost immediately. “I suppose I could make an exception this once.”

– – – – – – – – – –

You were still grinning as you tugged your dress back on. Coming to this party had definitely been the right decision.

“You don’t have to leave now, you know,” Warren murmured from the bed.

All giddiness faded from you immediately. You never stayed. Relationships were messy and stressful. Your work was stressful enough for you, so you tended to keep your personal life more casual.

“I should go, I have a shoot pretty early in the morning.” You didn’t look at him as you put your heels back on.

He was silent for a beat. “Well, could I call you sometime?”

The pit in your stomach only deepened. You felt guilty at the tinge of rejection in his voice. There was something else too, though, but you couldn’t quite put a name on this other feeling.

“Warren, listen, I’m not exactly looking for a relationship right now. I’m sorry.” You grimaced, unable to make eye contact. Normally, you didn’t have to do this part because most guys didn’t question things when you left right after.

“Could I call you if we don’t make this a relationship thing?”

You didn’t really do repeats either. That bordered too close to attachments usually, but something in your gut made you nod. Deep down, you kind of wanted to see him again.

“Yeah, I think that would be okay.” You said hesitantly.

After writing down your number, you slipped out the door and went to find the exit. As you sat in the cab on the way home, you realized that the odd feeling you couldn’t name earlier was longing. A part of you had wanted to stay with him. Honestly, you weren’t sure if you trusted that part of you.

– – – – – – – – – –

You and Warren jokingly liked to call each other sex friends. It was a fairly accurate label, to be completely honest. Yeah, the arrangement started off as a sex thing, but you found that you had actually gotten to know him over the past few months and you enjoyed his company.

Karen brought you along to a decent amount of band functions if you were off work, since your schedule was patchy sometimes. You enjoyed the extra time you got to spend with her, but you didn’t hate seeing Warren more too.

You and Karen were lounging on some chairs in the studio one afternoon while you waited for the rest of the band, who were almost all usually always late.

“Why aren’t you with Warren?” Karen asked out of the blue.

“Why aren’t you with Graham?” You returned.

She sighed and stared off at the wall. “You know why. I love my work, and I’ll never be the woman that wants to settle down. I don’t want to give this up, and being with him would require that of me in the end.”

You shrugged. “Same for me. Work comes first.” Karen considered your words for a moment, and you could tell she didn’t quite believe you. “Just say what you’re thinking.”

“I think that for me, my work makes me happy, and this is the life that’ll make me happiest. If that’s true for you, I respect that one hundred percent, but I don’t think your work makes you happy like I’m happy.” You were about to protest, but she stopped you. “No, listen, I’m not saying you need to be with Warren to be happy. That’s not it. I’m just saying that you should really consider if this lifestyle is what you truly want in the long run.”

God, you hated when she was right about things. You couldn’t even challenge her because while it may not have been what you wanted to hear, there was some truth to them. Did you want to spend forever just working and going home to an empty apartment? Hell, it’s not like modeling is a career that lasts forever. Did you really want to pour your whole life into a career that would be done with you before the next decade was up?

“And for the record, I do think you look happy with him. He definitely is happier with you. I’m not trying to tell you what you should or shouldn’t do, I’m just saying that, for the record, that’s what it looks like.” She added and gave you a small smile.

You couldn’t go into the Warren spiral again. Not now. Your mind had been drifting there all too often lately.

“I think I need to go.” You mumbled and grabbed your purse.

Karen stood up with you and put a hand on your arm. “Hey, please don’t. I didn’t want to make you angry, I just thought you needed to hear it. Please stay.”

“I’m not mad, Karen. I’m just frustrated that you’re right, so I think I need to be alone to do some thinking, okay? I’ll call you tonight.” You grabbed her hand and gave it a quick reassuring squeeze before you headed for the parking lot.

The universe, it seemed, had shitty timing. Keys in hand, tears starting down your face, you opened the door and ran straight into Warren himself.

“Hey, Y/N, what’s…wait, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” The smile that formed upon your appearance quickly faltered from his face.

You shook your head, not wanting to deal with any of it right then. “I’m fine, Warren. I’m just going home.”

But he couldn’t just let you leave. No, you had to pick one of the most decent guys in LA to be in a situationship with. He didn’t move from his spot in front of the door. “I don’t think you’re fine, and I would appreciate it if you didn’t try to drive yourself home like this.”

“Dammit, Warren, why do you fucking care!?” The words were harsh and you didn’t really want to say them, but they slipped out anyway.

“Because I care about what happens to you. I just, I don’t know, I just care about you, okay?” He kept his voice calm.

“I didn’t ask that of you.”

“I know, but I can’t help it.”

You let out a shaky laugh. “The funny thing is, I didn’t want to date anybody because I didn’t want the distractions and complications, but here we are. Here I am. I’m a fucking mess. It doesn’t matter that I didn’t want to love you because apparently I don’t get to decide those things myself.”

He looked stunned for a moment. “You love me?”

“Yeah, Warren, I do.”

“Can I tell you that I love you too, or is this a bad time for that?”

That mustered a weak chuckle from you. He always could make you laugh, even from the beginning.

It really hit you then. Loving Warren wasn’t this painful, terrible thing. It was passionate, and warm, and fun, and it felt good. Maybe it wasn’t in your plan to love someone, but you hadn’t met Warren when you decided that for yourself. Love didn’t have to tear you apart, it could be a thing to keep you together.

“No, I want you to tell me. Please.” You sniffled, looking up at him through your teary eyes as a fresh wave of tears were about to ensue. These were the happy kind of emotional tears, though.

“I love you. I’ll love you for as long as you’ll let me.” Warren said softly.

He bent down and kissed you then, and as he did, you got the feeling that you would let him love you for a very long time.

#warren rojas x reader #warren rojas #warren rhodes #warren rojas imagine #daisy jones fanfic #daisy jones fanfiction #karen sirko #graham dunne #eddie roundtree #billy dunne #camila dunne #daisy jones

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ryker-writes · 11 months

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HEYYYYYYY <3

I've came with the request; based on the one you already did for sporty s/o that I requested, can I have that but this time with the rest of the dorm leader and the staff?

Thank uuuu love ya

Heyyyy of course you can. Anything for you my dear <3

Request rules and Masterlists

Riddle:

he thinks your athletic ability is admirable

Riddle himself is not very sporty

most likely he doesn't know what half the sport you play are or how to play

but he'll happily listen to you explain them and ask questions

he also be willing to try, but he might not be able to keep up with your energy and will get tired quickly

he wakes up early, so there's no need to wake him up in the mornings

...but he's probably not going to run with you

he'll wish you a nice run and have tea and snacks ready for when you get back

same thing with your workouts, he's there as a support but won't participate

Leona:

would you like to join his spelldrive team

Leona is lazy as we all know, but he can be very into sports

depending on the sport, he'll try and join you

be careful because he gets really competitive

he's not going to take it easy on you just because you two are dating

that would be ridiculous

but he knows all about the sports, and will go to games if you want him too

do not wake him up early in the morning for a run

or else he will be a very grumpy lion

he also probably wouldn't join you for your workout, but he'll be near you as you do it

Azul:

well, you're the athletic one in the relationship

he's never been super athletic or sporty...

so he'll have to settle with watching you and supporting you from the sidelines

he doesn't know a ton about land sports, but he'd love to hear you tell him about them

he'd take mental notes for ideas in the lounge

Azul is another one who already wakes up early, and won't really join you for your run

he still struggles with legs sometimes

but he'll support you 100%

Azul will plan his schedule around any of your games so he can go to all of them

Kalim:

he absolutely loves it!

Kalim loves all the sports you do and is very supportive

he'll come to any games you have and be your biggest fan

he's also the loudest audience member because he loves you so much

Kalim also wants to try every one of your sports

and I do mean every one

he asks you a bunch of questions about how to play

but he has so much fun playing with you

he has endless energy, so he won't be able to stop until you do

he'll even wake up early to run with you

most likely, he can't handle a 3 hour workout, but he's going to try for you :D

Crowley:

yeah, he's an even bigger fan than Kalim is

any game you have, he's there

it doesn't matter if he has responsibilities, you're his s/o and he's going to be there to support you

he'll show up in the crowd with a full outfit with your team colors and a big sign

but he's not one to do any of the sports with you

he'll just cheer you on as you do them

Crowley will even cheer you on as you do your workout

he'll also congratulate you on doing your morning run

...if he's still awake by the time you get back (he rarely is)

Crewel:

he's more tame than Kalim and Crowley in his support

he will encourage you from the sidelines like they do, but he's not as loud

he admires your dedication to it all

Crewel already knows most of the sports so there's no need to explain anything to him, but he'll listen to you if you do

chances are, he's not going to join you in your activities

I could see him getting up early with you when you do your morning run, but he won't join you

Trein:

...he's too old to join you

Trein is not a very active person

he'll come to any of your games and watch, but he's not the type to loudly cheer

he more just kind of silently watches with a smile (and he brings Lucious)

he's not the type to cheer you on, but he'll bring you water and anything you need

Lucious loves to watch you and be near you when you're doing your workout

both of them don't wake up super early

Trein would like to stay in bed with Lucious when you wake up, but he'll be up and moving by the time you get back from your run

you are the reason he gets into sports

Vargas:

heck yeah he's doing everything with you

he's not just going to go to all your games, he's going to yell and try to coach you through it all

anytime you want to play/try any sport, he's ready to do it with you

just say the word and he's ready

he loves to do all your active activities together

3 hour workout? he thinks you two can go for longer

wake up at 4 AM for a 45 minute run? why not make it an hour?

he's always encouraging you two to push yourselves further to reach your highest potential

but he's also very good at making sure the two of you are very well hydrated and healthy

Sam:

super supportive and loving

he knows just about every sport there is and is ready to give you any type of equipment needed for your sports

always on top of getting you the best things

need new running shoes? He's got them. Heavier weights? No problem? You wanna try snowboarding? He's already got a snowboard with a cool design he thought you'd like

Sam is always there with anything you need

he may join you for a short run or small workout, but not as intense as the ones you do

he'll also wake up at the same time as you for your morning run

and he'll already have breakfast made for you when you get back <3

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wolfawaycamp · 2 days

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LauraMax went to the motel. Laura joins in on the (paintball?) shooting classes that Kaitlyn and Max run.

🐼 Heyyyy so I got a bit carried away with the (paintball?) tag and the next thing I knew I had >2k of an all-out paintball game! I hope you enjoy my very serious (lies), very competitive take on this very fun prompt!

tw: guns, minor paintball injuries

“Alright, Hacketteers!” Kaitlyn started off the familiar routine they all had to have memorized by now. “Who can tell me the first and most important rule to ensure everyone’s safety on the paintball course?”

That’s easy, Laura thought. They’d only had it drilled into them every day for the past three weeks while attending mandatory target practice, except now instead of standing on the sidelines listening to Max and Kaitlyn lecture the campers, the counselors themselves were being quizzed. They’d had a bit of time to hone their skills and had decided to show off by holding a paintball tournament during the weekend between camp sessions when no wayward children were at risk of being injured.

“Don’t drink and shoot?” Jacob ventured earnestly. Some counselors had clearly not paid attention.

While some of the others were unable to hide their snickers, Kaitlyn maintained her composure. “Well — yes, thank you for that reminder, Jake, but since we hopefully don’t have any alcohol around here, we shouldn’t have to worry about that.”

Laura took this opportunity to get the ball rolling. “Actually, it’s most important to keep your face shield on to protect your head from serious damage — which I suspect might be too late of a warning for some of you guys.”

Ryan, of all people, snorted at that.

Jacob glared at him. “You think that’s funny?”

“Yeah. Kinda,” Ryan replied, a light smirk on his lips.

To Laura’s relief, Kaitlyn intervened before these two meatheads got them all disqualified for ‘bad sportsmanship.’ “Oookay. That’s cute and all, but let’s save that energy for the real competition out there.” She addressed the rest of the group, “So first rule: face shields on at all times. What else?”

“We’re not allowed to touch each other, right?” Dylan offered.

Kaitlyn gave her friend an approving nod. “Correct. Paint-to-body contact only. At least 15 feet away, not point blank. And what’s the rule for being ‘out?’”

Abi spoke up, almost too excitedly. “Oh, I know this one. It only counts as a hit if the paintball breaks on impact, and then you have to call it so people know not to keep shooting at you.”

“Also,” Kaitlyn continued Abi’s thought, “if you say you’re out at any point, under any circumstance, you’re done. No take-backsies. We clear?”

A resounding ‘yes’ echoed amongst the counselors.

Kaitlyn clapped her hands together. “‘Kay. I’ll be reffing this match. Laura and Max, you two will be our team captains. Go ahead and choose your fighters.”

“Pitting the happy couple against each other? That’s cold-hearted,” Nick mourned dramatically as he put his hand to his chest.

“Well, it’s leaderboard-based. If you cared so much, maybe you should’ve thought about that before beefing your scores, Aussie Boy.” Kaitlyn solemnly shook her head.

Max laughed good-naturedly. “Yeah, buddy. This is all on you!”

“I don’t know about you guys, but I’m ready to start shooting!” Laura said perhaps a bit too gleefully. Looking around the clearing, she mentally sized up each potential teammate.

Ryan — a good shot, right on par with Laura. Scratch that. Slightly under, according to the leaderboard.

Abi and Nick — a bit antsy but they could’ve had that underdog thing going for them.

Dylan, Jacob, and Emma — too busy messing around to know what they were doing. Maybe she’d seen Dylan hit a target once?

After a bit of setting up, Max had won the round of rock-paper-scissors and gotten the first pick. Their teams ended up as follows:

Max — Ryan, Emma, and Abi.

Laura — Nick, Dylan, and Jacob.

They ventured to the slightly more wooded area behind the rock quarry that separated the camp from the rest of the forest. Sandbag forts were stacked on opposite sides of the netted-in boundary, and a couple of dilapidated buildings stood off to one side. The teams had half an hour to take each other down, though Laura was confident they’d be done far sooner than that.

The three boys followed her to their makeshift bunker. She huddled them up to discuss the game plan. Laura knew Max had chosen smartly, but she was banking on these guys using their adrenaline to their advantage. “Remember: cover is your friend. You’ll want to gradually move closer and try to trap them. They’re more likely to make a mistake if they’re cornered.”

“Like chess. I get it,” Dylan commented.

“Nerd,” Jacob and Nick said in unison.

“Boys,” Laura said firmly, attempting to wrangle them in before the match started, “if we’re gonna win, strategy is key. We got this. Just focus on positioning and good aim, and when you get the opportunity…don’t miss your shot.”

“You guys ready?” Kaitlyn called out to the two teams.

“All good here, ma’am!” Max replied.

Laura gave each of her teammates one last look of encouragement. “We’re ready!” She shouted.

With the blow of a whistle, the game had begun.

Nick was the first to peek above the line of cover. Immediately, a paintball pellet whooshed past his head. He stumbled back instinctively. “Shit!”

“Careful!” Laura hissed. She eyed a particularly thick tree trunk to her right. If she could make it to one of those buildings, she’d have a better vantage point…

“Aw, fu—fudgesicles! I can’t see! I’m out! I’m out!” Jacob screamed. Laura turned just in time to see him fall over a few feet in front of the sand fort.

Abi peered from behind a tree. “Oh my god, Jacob. I — are you okay? I was aiming for his chest, I swear!” Laura could see now that his faceplate was splattered with neon green liquid.

“Doesn’t that count as a disqualification?” Dylan yelled in Kaitlyn’s direction.

“User error does not automatically disqualify you! Only if it’s malicious intent!” Kaitlyn retorted from outside the net.

“Bollocks!” Nick groaned in disappointment.

Unfortunately for Abi, she’d left herself wide open. Laura trained her sights on the unsuspecting counselor and fired. The bright pink paintball hit her in the left arm with a satisfying ‘splat.’

“Ow!” Abi nearly dropped her gun. “That’s it for me! Don’t shoot! I’m out!” She walked over to Jacob, offering her hand. He accepted it and turned to Laura as he stood up.

“Avenge me,” Jacob stage-whispered. Then, he and Abi were gone.

“I literally just did, man!” Laura bragged. She readjusted her stance and crouched back down. Using her scope to gauge the status of the enemy fort, she could see the top of Ryan’s head just barely visible from this angle. Emma and Max were nowhere to be seen. It was time to move in. Slowly.

Laura directed her attention to her remaining teammates. Nick had disappeared, but Dylan was leaning against the sandbags, waiting for orders.

“Alright, let’s rotate to those shacks over there.”

His eyes darted around the clearing. “But what about Nick?”

That is a good question. Where is he off to? “He’ll be our flanker. Or at least a good distraction while we’re moving. Ready?”

“Ready, Freddy.”

Sharing a nod, the two bolted, using the trees for cover. They were pretty damn good at hiding, too. About halfway to their destination, they heard a loud yelp from behind them.

Laura swung around and saw Nick clutching his side, a gruesome mess of green paint coloring his shirt. “Finally," he sighed.

Emma stalked up behind him, gun still aimed at his maimed torso. Laura became flush with a nearby tree and eavesdropped on the woman’s gloating. “Are you out yet or do I need to put another one in you?”

“NO! That’s like the fifth time you’ve hit me in that spot! God, please, no more. Out!” Nick whimpered, limping toward the boundary netting.

Laura became keenly aware of Dylan stealthily working his way further toward the buildings. She changed her route slightly. They were outnumbered and she still didn’t know where Max was. If they could corner Emma from opposite sides and take her out, that would even the playing field.

“Lauraaa…where aaare youuu…” Emma sang, her voice growing further with each elongated word.

Laura peeked and spotted a lanky figure running between two trees. At the same time, Emma also noticed them and raised her weapon. “Aha! Caught in 4K!” She fired at Dylan’s back. The paintballs didn’t even make contact.

Dylan whirled on his heels and launched an attack of his own. “Checkmate,” Laura heard him say in a smug tone.

Emma doubled over and stared down at her stomach in horror. “Good—ah—good one. I’m done!” She made her way out of the arena. Walking past Laura, she turned and winked at her. “Good luck, sharpshooter.”

“Thanks,” Laura breathed. That sneaky bastard knew she was there the whole time.

Dylan practically pranced over to Laura. “Did you see that? I 360-no-scoped her!”

“Yeah, nice going! I knew you were hiding some talent behind…whatever you’ve got going on in there.” Laura checked their surroundings. “Now let’s get out of here before—”

Dylan collapsed to his knees in front of her as someone unleashed a slew of paintballs at him. Hello, Ryan or Max.

“—before one of us gets shot.” Dejected, Laura kneeled down next to her fallen teammate. “Where did he hit you?”

“Back.” Dylan winced and rolled over onto his stomach. “What’s the verdict?”

As Laura assessed the damage, the green stain on his lower back was unmistakable. He’d been marked. She clicked her teeth. “Not good.”

“Go on without me.” Dylan grimaced pathetically up at Laura.

She laughed, shaking her head. “You’re ridiculous.” More pellets flew toward them.

“Go!” Dylan pleaded.

“You did good, buddy! See you on the other side,” Laura lamented. She swiftly fled the scene, ducking and weaving through the foliage. Finally, she’d made it to one of the shacks. The doors and windows were hollowed out; If she didn’t play it safe, Max or Ryan could sneak up on her and end it all. She bunkered down by a window. Watching. Listening.

Laura had always admired Ryan’s taste in clothing, especially when it meant she could easily identify his black-on-black outfits against the greens and browns of the forest. Unaware of her presence, he appeared out in the open and leaned against a tree, thinking he was safe. Silly Ryan. She made quick work of him, marking his thigh with bubblegum-pink paint.

“You—” He fixed his gaze on the window. “Ah, smart. Count me out, Kaitlyn!”

“Last two standing! Make those shots count!” Kaitlyn announced.

Laura was locked in. No sound or movement could get past her. She also had the advantage of cover, whereas Max was probably circling around outside and could be easily sniped. Something loud and clumsy rustled through the undergrowth outside the window; she aimed in the direction of the sound and saw…nothing. Had an animal wandered into the arena? She hoped she wouldn’t have to put her veterinary skills to use today.

“Gotcha,” a familiar voice purred behind her.

She was trapped. Spinning around, she faced her opponent. The menace. The love of her life. Max Brinly.

He continued, “Fancy meeting you here. You’re gonna pay for what you did to poor Ry-guy.” He was wearing the goofiest ‘serious’ expression she’d ever seen on a person.

“Ryan let his guard down; he got what he deserved. And you—” she glanced at his gun, “—are too close to shoot me without being disqualified. Back it up, Brinly.”

“Yes, ma’am!” Max slowly backed out of the doorway he’d been blocking and allowed her to follow. They backed away from each other, each aiming their weapon at the other person but neither of them taking the shot.

“So…you waiting for something to happen, or…?” Laura questioned.

Max smirked in response. “What if I’m just enjoying the view?”

“You’re sweet, but it’s too late for flattery. This ends here.” She pointed the gun at his stomach. It would hurt, but aiming at one of his limbs had a higher risk of missing the shot.

“Y’know, if we shoot each other at the same time, maybe Kait’ll give both of our teams the point,” Max mused.

“Not a chance, pal! No conspiring against the referees! I will kick your ass out of this match and all future matches held on the premises!” Kaitlyn answered, far closer than Laura had realized. “Now wrap it up, lovebirds! We’ve got two more rounds of this and you’re wasting daylight!”

Laura cocked her head. “You heard her. Time’s up.” She began shooting. Max darted around the corner of the building. “Coward!” she taunted. There was no response. Fine. She’d play this game of cat-and-mouse with him.

She followed Max, expecting him to run her in circles. Instead, when she rounded the building, she heard no sound of footsteps. Was he hiding inside?

Laura paused, searching for any movement in the treeline before re-entering the shack; that was a mistake. A flurry of pellets was unleashed from behind her, hitting her directly on the backside. She lowered her hand to feel the tender wound; it was wet, and her hand came away covered in thick green paint.

“Are you kidding me?!” Laura turned to face the victor. Max was giggling uncontrollably, his gun discarded on the ground beside him.

“And there you have it! Round one goes to: Team Max! We’re gonna take a break for some grub before the next match, so take this time to rest and massage those bruised egos!” Kaitlyn’s declaration was followed by whistles and hollers, as well as a few groans. “And stop throwing Mr. H’s guns like that! Those things are more fragile than they look!”

“I really threw you for a loop there, huh, Laur?” Max beamed at her.

Laura unloaded her gun and rested it on her shoulder. “Nice shootin’, partner, but if you really wanted to touch my ass you could’ve just asked.”

“Hon, not while the kids are around.” Max nodded emphatically toward Jacob and Dylan, who were clearly trying to annoy Kaitlyn in some way.

Laura walked forward until her face was inches from Max’s. She lifted her faceplate. “At least give me a consolation prize. I’m pretty bummed out and could use a pick-me-up.”

Max’s cheeks turned a light pink shade; he always got a bit flustered when Laura flirted with him, even after dating her for five years. It was adorable. “I think I can do that.” He removed his faceplate.

They leaned into a quick, gentle kiss, familiar yet exciting enough to make Laura’s heartbeat skyrocket for a few seconds. When they separated, she smiled sweetly and lifted her paint-covered hand to his face. “I’m so gonna kick your ass next round.”

#the quarry #lauramax #laura kearney #max brinly #ryan erzahler #dylan lenivy #kaitlyn ka #nick furcillo #emma mountebank #jacob custos #abigail blyg #I firmly stand by the idea that jacob is a safety risk with a gun so i didn't even give him the CHANCE to shoot one here #precanon #ficlet #ask box #cam #🐼

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jadespeedster17 · 1 year

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Seven Minuets

Summary: Grian wasn’t having a fun time, his current boyfriend, Richard, was starting to annoy him. He was happy Scar was here and all, if just for support through this ‘guys night’. Playing stupid games and Richard not knowing how to keep his hands to himself.

Notes: Saw a prompt from one of @bluiex anon’s, Stalker!Killer!Scar and Grian. Decided why not. More Killer... not much Stalker, it’s hinted.

Warning: Smut(ish) (heavy make out really), Stalker Behavior, Blood, Murder, Death, Romanization of very dark things, dirty talk, and cults. (Scar’s in a murder cult so yeah)

Disclaimer: Author does not in IRL think these things are even remotely okay behavior, this is a fic, it is fiction. Take the warnings to heart, and don’t be an ass.

It was loud, it smelled of beer, and it just wasn’t as fun as Grian had hoped. He was now seriously regretting turning down Jimmy and Tango’s offer to hang with them, Ren, Bdubs, and Cub. Even though Scar came along, that didn’t do much to stop the rise of irritation in Grian’s temper. He was just trying to enjoy the movie, with the sound of his current boyfriend doing a shots competition.

He sighed a bit, blowing a strand of hair out of his face. Scar gave him an apologetic smile, “We can still ditch and head over to Jimmy’s, sure he’ll let us crash for the night.” he suggested, even if he tried to hide the disgust in his eyes at the group of guys.

Grian was seriously tempted, though he was too much of a kind person to just leave. Seemed rude... Rude like Richard stumbling over to him, the thick scent of cheap booze on him, making Grian’s nose wrinkle. Hands on his chest as the tipsy man kissed his neck, hands moving down.

“No Rich.” Grian said shoving his hands away, he wasn’t about to have sex in front of the others.

Richard huffed in annoyance, “Come on darling,” he grumbled, “The others wouldn’t mind at all, if you’re so upset about them watching we can head upstairs.” he told him.

Grian wrinkled up his nose, “no Richard,” more firmly than the last one, “I don’t want to, end of story.”

The other didn’t seem pleased with that, but puffed out breath letting go and getting off Grian all together. Heading back to the table, “Whatever man, come on, at least play some games.” he grumbled. Grian made a face but sighed walking over, he didn’t notice the dark glare Scar was getting Richard the whole time.

“Seven minuets in Heaven is the name of the game.” one of the others snicker, Grian didn’t bother remembering the name. “Might help loosen up some people.” he joked, and Grian held back a glare.

“Rules are simple,” a bottle was placed on the table, “Spin the bottle, and who it lands on on your turn you go into the closet with for 7 minuets.”

Yeah, Grian knew the rules, he placed the game once before in highschool. that was how he met his friends, he and Tango ended up in the closet. Tango then confessed to him his feelings for Jimmy, and wanted Grian to play wing man. To which Grian also dragged Scar into the mess, but hey it worked, they were still happily together. Might have ended with Jimmy getting a bloody nose due to a plan gone wrong, but it still worked.

He really is now wishing he went over to their house again. Why did he stay with Richard? Part of him guessed it was desperation. Though this was only the 4th date, the guy had been showing red flag after red flag. After tonight it was over, Grian honestly was done play this game. The man rarely respected his boundries.

He remembered venting to Scar about how Richard had tried to get his hands down his pants during the previews of the movies their last date. Richard had apologized, and promised to wait... well we see how that’s turning out. Asshole really just wanted to fuck like rabbits.

Grian was all for sexual intimacy and a good fuck, but he also liked the romantic aspect of things. Was he weird for just liking a good make out session? Just cuddling in the night with no need for a build up? Honestly... he wished he could find guys like Scar.

Problem was Grian was certain Scar was straight, and he didn’t want to impose on their friendship or make things awkward. Honestly he was afraid if they did date, and eventually break up, it’d be too odd to keep a friendship. He didn’t want to lose Scar as a friend, the other was also so caring, comforting, and had helped Grian through alot of issues in his life.

He snapped back into reality when Scar offered to go first. The ever present friendly smile on his face, spinning the bottle easily. Grian felt the others eyeing Scar up with drunken lust. Honestly made his skin crawl, even if Scar didn’t seem to notice or care.

The bottle landed on Richard as some were laughing, “What are the odds the friend would end up in the closet with the boyfriend.” one heckled, Grian shrugged at Scar, he trusted the guy not to do anything.

Scar wasn’t the type to cheat, given how he saw it hurt Grian last time.

Scar shrugged back, “Be back G.” he said cheerfully as he walked with Richard to the closet. The fact Richard didn’t protest said alot... You know what fuck it, he excused himself to the bathroom once the closet door closed. Ignoring the jeers form the 3 other men.

He made sure to lock the door... unease in his stomach.

Picking up his cellphone he dialed Jimmy’s number and sat down on the cold floor waiting. The phone rang a few times, before it picked up, “Hey Grian!” a cheerful voice said as he could hear voices in the back of laughing and chatting. “Be right back guys, Ren don’t steal my cards.” he said and Grian had no doubt Jimmy with giving the ‘I’m watching you’ look to Ren.

“What’s up man, hows your night?” Jimmy asked him, voice as happy as ever, honestly the familiar tone made Grian relax a bit.

“Not to well.” Grian grumbled with a heavy sigh, “Jimmy, mind if me and Scar come on over? I don’t want to stay here any longer.” he asked in a smaller tone. His brown eyes staring at the ground.

A pause, “Sure G, need me to pick you up?” Jimmy asked, tone slightly worried and more serious, “Ren will no doubt come also if you feel you need him?” he suggested.

A faint smile tugged at Grian’s lips, Ren was a body builder, Richard was scared shitless of him even if he talked a big game. “Nah man, it’s just... Richard is an ass and I really don’t want to stay with him. I also don’t wanna go home tonight, just want some friends.” he admits, his voice did breka at the end. The night had been rough, and Grian was holding back tears of frustration.

“Yeah sure, tell you what, I’ll pay pal you some money, get all of us some comfort food. We’ll play cards against humanity and watch some Scooby doo tonight. You and Scar are more than welcome to stay a feww nights.” Jimmy suggested as Grian gavea weak laugh and smile.

Sniffling a bit he made a sound of agreement, “I’ll get some pizza for the oven and ice cream then.” he suggested. “And yes I’ll get Bdubs favorite, need to keep the gremlin pleased.” he joked lightly feeling a big better when Jimmy laughed also.

“Sounds like a great time, see you in 2 hours then G, I’ll let the others know.” Jimmy promised, “We’ll be here, promise.” warmth filled he at the words as he muttered a thanks and bye. Hanging up Grian laid his head back on the wall, he felt a bit better.

Honestly he was happy to have friends like these guys, sure each one of them was in their own form of weird relationship, but none of them pressured Grian to do anything. Scar approved of each of them, though had jokingly said if any of them hurt Grian he’d hurt them. As if any of them would, Grian took some breaths to calm down, he didn’t want to walk outside looking like he’d been crying.

Meanwhile, as Grian had went to the bathroom to call Jimmy, Scar looked at Richard who was grinning down at him.

“You know your small friend is quiet the tightest cunt I’ve ever met.” Richard grumbled, “Wonder if you are?” he purred in a slurred tone. “I’ll admit you’ve got quiet the abs on you.”

Scar snorted some laughter, “I try to at least work out, makes the job easier.” he said leaning closer to Richard who was grinning at that.

“Job?” Richard echoed a bit, hand coming up to ran over Scar’s exposed chest. “Could give a shit less what you do man, I need a fix, and frankly Grian isn’t being happy about helping me out.” he scowled a bit, Then turned back to eyeing up Scar and licking his lower lip.

A deep hum as Richard started to kiss on Scar’s neck a bit, pressing up to him, “I think you’d be interested in it.” his hand moving up Richard’s back, “I’ve never told Grian about it... though that might change soon with you here.”

Richard groaned out a bit as Scar was rubbing up his side then to his back and hair. He was also started to go lower, playing with the belt a bit and-

Sharp pain rushed through Richard’s backside, as Scar was grinning at him. Warmth ran down his back as something was yanked out. Richard stumbled back a bit as he looked at the other. Pale mask with a sinister smile looked back. In Scar’s hand was a knife, red with blood now that dripped onto the floor. “It’s not much of a job, but it works.” Scar growled, Richard tried to struggle, in his drunken haze. Though aware, his body wasn’t really wanting to work. Adrenalin trying to kick in as Scar started to stab him, covering his mouth to keep him from crying out for help.

Grian came into the room as he heard loud bangs from the closet, the other 3 had also started to notice. “Scar?’ Grian said as he went over and the door opened. He stared at Scar stepped out of the closet.

“Well he’s dead.” Scar said calmly, as Grian stared, the other was covered in blood, holding loosely in his hands a bloody knife. He was also wearing a strange mask, it was blue with white streaks and a even fanged smile.

One of the others said, “Scar that’s not funny man.” he said getting up a bit stumbly on his feet.

Scar smirked slightly, “I think it’s quiet funny.” he commented with a grin at them, “Not like anyone will miss him.”

Grian walked past Scar and over to the closet, and stared in shock at the blood running out of Richard, his eyes widen with horror, blood on his mouth and all over his chest and back. Bleeding out onto the floors, he bent down slowly and placed a hand on him shoving the guy and checking him. “He’s... he’s dead... like really dead!” he said in a higher pitched voice.

As soon as he said this, Scar moved, grabbing Kyle, the more skinny guy and slicing open his throat. “HOLY SHIT!” Mike yelled out as Kyle fell over gagging and sputtering on blood as he convulsed on the floor in pain. Possibly unable to breath as the blood filled his mouth and lungs.

Nick tried to rush at Scar, only to be over powered easily, Grian has seen Scar working out. He could easily take on Nick, who clearly was a twig from possibly doing drugs. Scar laughed as stabbed Nick in the chest, the other struggling. Mike came to his senses and went to help, Scar looked at him and grinned as he shoved Nick into Mike. Making them both stumble.

He went over and stabbed Nick in the back a few times as the other’s weight held down Mike. He was trying to get up, calling out for help, calling out Grian’s name. Too call the cops, to do something.

Grian felt numb though as he watched Scar toss aside Nick, and get on top of Mike, who was trying to hold back the knife from his neck. A small giggle escaping Scar’s mouth as he pushed down hard.

He watched in horror and shock as the knife buried itself into Mike’s windpipe, and he listened to the gurgling cry of pain from the guy. Scar stabbed him a few more times, once through the eye for good measure, then took a deep breath once Mike’s body went still and his gasping stopped.

Scar stood up and looked over at Grian, then crazed look softening, “Oh.. G... you weren’t suppose to find out this early.” he whispered softly, walking over to Grian pressed up to the wall, a few feet away from Richard’s body. He was trembling as Scar closed in on him.

“Shhh,” Scar whispered, bending down to him as he petted over Grian’s cheek with bloody fingers. Lifting the blue mask with the smile away from his face. “Just breath for me my Desert Flower.” he cooed, as Grian stared at him. His heart was racing, Scar was covered in his... currently dead X’s blood and his friends.

Grian licked his lower lip, he really couldn’t be finding this hot!? He just watched Scar murder people, easily holding them down without any effort, and slicing them open, he was covered in blood! Scar shushed him again, “You know G, I’ve always liked you... I just couldn’t stand seeing that nasty piece of work there push you past your comfort zone.” he near snarled, “He tried to fuck me in that closet when I stabbed him you know, he had no respect for you whatso ever... Gosh the others were all betting on when I’d kill them for you.”

Blinking a few times Grian swallowed, “Others?” he asked Scar in a croaking tone.

A smile, soft, sweet, gentle, “Jimmy was more than tempted to come here to help me hold Richard down.” he spat Richard's name. “He didn’t like how he made you feel, and after you helped him win over Tango he feels responsible for helping you back.”

That sent Grian’s mind reeling, “What... Jimmy... is...?’ he wasn’t sure how to form a sentence right now, trying to process what Scar was saying.

“Some call us a cult, but we aren’t... we find someone was love more than anything, we’d kill for them. Vexes is what they call us, know you’ve heard of us deary.” Scar whispered to him, hands petting Grian’s hair, leaving blood running through it. “Never thought I’d find my ‘Soulmate’ but they promised me I would... my little flower.”

The Vexes... Grian knew of them, they were a cult of murderers, the news say they stalked someone for a while that they believe is their ‘mate’ their true mate that these beings called Vexes tell them. Wearing a mask with fanged smiles on them, only one of them had been captured, that was how this cult had been found out. And she killed herself in prison. Now killings popped up now and then...

And Scar was one of them.

Much less finding out Jimmy was also one, did Tango know? Were theri others? Were some his friends? Grian swallowed again, as he stared into Scar’s eyes, they were a deep blueish red now, swirling with bloodlust, he was talking even though Grian could barely make it out over the ringing of his ears.

“I’ll call Jimmy to get him to come help, you don’t have to worry about setting the scene deary, I know how-” he cut off as Grian’s fingers reached out, and brushed over the blood that made it under the mask. Scar stared now, his voice drawing quiet as he watched Grian stare at him. Feeling the warmth of the blood under his fingers, Scar’s faint breathing, and calloused fingers on his own cheek.

Then as quick as ever Grian rushed forward pressing his lips to Scar’s own. The knife did clatter to the floor as Grian was on top of Scar, gripping the other’s hair as he pulled back only for seconds to breath between each kiss. Scar then pulled off and started to bite at Grian’s neck.

“o-Ow.” Grian said lightly as teeth made contact, pressing against Scar.

Scar pulled back, “You okay?” he asked as Grian nodded to him, pushing him down to keep going. Somehow Grian had ended up on the floor with Scar on top of him, biting at his neck and leaving hickeys as he did so. Grian letting out small gasps of pain and Scar making sure he’s okay between the ones that hurt.

After a while of this Grian was panting a bit, looking at Scar, fuck he wanted to continue but, “I think we need to wait to keep going once this is taken care of.” he breathed out, some blood in his hair as Richard’s blood hand been pooling to them and was now sticking to his hair and red sweater.

He was also covered in blood from Scar’s hands on his body and face. Scar looked down at him and grinned widely, “as much as I’d love to fuck you in a puddle of blood, you’re right, messes to clean up.” he bent down and gently pressed a kiss to Grian’s forehead. “You look beautiful covered in blood my songbird.” he mumbled to him then pressed another kiss to him.

After a moment of just staring at each other Scar did let Grian stand up, “I had called Jimmy a few minuets ago, he wanted us to pick up pizzas and ice cream after I told him what happened tonight.” he said sheepishly.

Scar chuckled with a fond smile, “Good thing I pack extra clothing, I’ll call Cub here to help with the bodies and get you back to their place... Pizza and ice cream sounds lovely for tonight with friends.”

Grian nodded in agreement as he sat back and waited while Scar called up Cub. Jimmy also showed up with some spare clothing for Grian at his place, stating that blood on his seats was nothing knew, and Tango would be driving him home while he helps Scar and Cub. He also had on a vex mask

. . .

The Drive back was silent for the first half, as Grian shifted, Tango gave him a sheepish smile, “Well... at least we don’t have to keep secrets any longer.” he joked lightly as Grian did give a small laugh at that.

A pause and Tango sighed, “I’ll listen Grian, if you have anything on your mind.” he offered. “I know I was reeling when I found out a few months back.” he offered to his friend

Grian shifted a bit, then groaned, “Tango I just made out with a killer who is also my best friend, and he just killed 4 people in front of me.” he hide his face in his hands, and gods he loved every minuet of it. Scar had been forceful, but gentle at the same time. Checking on him through the intense make out session they hand. He had some impressive bruises and bite marks on his neck. “And fuck Tango, he’s in a cult too!”

Tango did laugh a bit at Grian’s reaction, “Well you took it better than I did or even Ren’s last lover... who tried to call the cops on Ren.” he grimaced, honestly Grian wasn’t shocked. Ren’s last guy was found dead a year back... and it seems Grian now knew why. “Bdubs thought it was cool, so guess there is that. I fainted when I caught Jimmy stabbing my Ex.” he said sheepishly.

The passenger stared at his friend as Tango let out another laugh, “Yeah, woke up in Jimmy’s place as he explained everything. Confessing his love for me over and over, what he’d do for me, the peoples he’s killed for me. Honestly, bit much at first, but it ended in sex so... cant’ say your reaction was any better than mine.” he joked.

A pause as Grian looked back out the window, “Never would have guessed.” he commented casually.

“Dude same.” Tango laughed, “Like Cubby being in a cult? That submissive boy?” he grinned as Grian laughed also. “But Jimmy explained a bit, Vexes are supposedly a creature they give Blood and Sex to in return for powers. Not sure how true it is, but he fully believes his life became better. The same he joined he met you, and I suddenly asked you for help in confessing my love to him.

“Jimmy is fully convinced this, and frankly I’m in too deep to do anything against him... not that I’d want to, I love him too much.” Tango sighed heavily, and looked over at Grian for a moment, “I promise G, you’re not alone in this.”

They started to pull up to the house as Tango parked the car, “Come on, Ren and Bdubs are inside and got you a hot bath ran. Take all the time you need, we can talk more once you get out... Scar and them might be a while as they’re also gonna pick up the food.”

Nodding, Grian got out with Tango to get this blood off him, it was starting to harden and flake. And a hot bath sounded great, even if his neck and collar bone felt tender. He was thankful that Ren just greeted him like normal sitting on the couch with Bdubs, they seemed to have paused their card game.

Grian left to the bathroom while Tango told the two he was taking it slow. He had alot to think about, licking his swollen lips. For a moment he tasted the blood on them, thinking back to Scar on top of him, biting down into his neck.

He took a deep breath... he’d have alot of questions for that idiot when he got back.

This took on a life of it’s own, and honestly kind of want to do more with his idea. Going into more stories of the Vex Cult of Killers. Maybe something a bit more NSFW with Scar and Grian. Cub pretty much flirts with everyone in the friend group, confident whore, we love him. Most make Tango a vex, but I decided to spice it up and make it Jimmy this time.

Spelling errors and grammar can’t be bothered right now, I’m too tired to care and it is 8am.

You guys want more, just let me know.

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ljxlj48 · 2 years

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A Racer’s Heart

Chapter 1

F1Driver!Jeno x Reader x F1Driver!Jaemin

Genre: love triangle, co-workers to lovers, slight enemies to lovers

Word count: 3K+

Warnings: swearing

Author’s Note: IM BACK LOVELIES!!!! Ahhhh so a little update, I am back to uni again, a quarter of my family moved away, I was in a relationship, that ended, and more that’s not coming to mind right now. I don’t know how often I’m gonna be writing, I want to do more but the reality is I don’t have as much time as before. Also I took major steps back from K-pop, I think there was just too much going on in the community that I couldn’t keep up with it anymore. Anyway, hugs and kisses to anyone reading <3

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Formula One (also known as Formula 1 or F1) is the highest class of international racing for open-wheel single-seater formula racing cars sanctioned by the Fédération Internationale de l'Automobile (FIA). The World Drivers' Championship, which became the FIA Formula One World Championship in 1981, has been one of the premier forms of racing around the world since its inaugural season in 1950. The word formula in the name refers to the set of rules to which all participants' cars must conform. A Formula One season consists of a series of races, known as Grands Prix, which take place worldwide on both purpose-built circuits and closed public roads.

This is your first season with NCT, but your 4th season in Formula 1, as a race engineer for the infamous Lee Jeno. Jeno had entered the sport when he was just 18, racing for Alfa Romeo, however now he was with a team that matched his talent. He was in a competitive car this season. As exciting as it was for Jeno, it was exciting for you too.

You had known Jeno since before his days at Alfa Romeo. You had been his race engineer since formula 4, when you were assigned to Jeno for a race, by mistake. Jeno went on to win his first f4 race with you as the person talking him through it. Since then you had been his race engineer for every race he entered in. And you watched Jeno dominate in formula 3, and formula 2 before entering into formula 1. And even in a non competitive care, he continued to outperform expectations.

You were gonna stay by his side, and watch him stand on the top of the podium as champion of the world, talking him through the entire time.

However, your heart might have other plans for you.

“That’s P4, Jen, P4.”

“Fuck, that was a good lap,” you could hear Jeno chuckle on the other side.

“Race like that tomorrow, and you’ll be on the podium,”

“We’ll be on the podium,” Jeno corrected you, “I can’t do this without you.”

“I’ll meet you in the garage.”

You took off the headset, and took a sigh of relief. No matter how many free practices, qualifying sessions or races you talked Jeno through, you never liked it. You don’t remember when you started to feel anxious about seeing Jeno in the car, but you knew you couldn’t sit still until he was out of it.

You took note of where everyone was on the grid, Jeno didn’t care if the information pertained to him or not, he wanted to know it. You met Jeno by the car to be right where he got out.

“P4,” you said with the biggest smile you could manage for Jeno, P4 was well above anyone’s expectations for qualifying. Since this was Jeno’s first season with NCT, he was expected to qualify P7, P8. Although you're not too surprised about P4, Jeno had a habit of making his talents known.

“P4 today, P1 tomorrow,” Jeno said with a smile, as the two of you began to walk to his dressing room.

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself, Leclerc is still on pole. Verstappen is P2, Sainz P3, Na P5, Perez P6, Hamilton P7, Bottas is P8,”

“Bottas?” Jeno questioned cutting you off, “in the Alfa Romeo?”

“The Ferrari is fast, and Alfa Romeo is a Ferrari engine.”

“Who rounds out the top ten?”

“Maggunsen at P9, and Alonso at P10.”

Jeno sat in the chair, leaning back, his head tilted up, looking at you. “You know, I’m so lucky to have you?”

“Oh yeah? Why don’t you appreciate me more then?” You asked, not being serious at all, just teasing Jeno.

“I do,” Jeno stood up now, coming close to you, “I am forever grateful to you.”

Seven years, you have known Jeno for seven years now, almost going on eight. Jeno has been with you through getting your GED, all through college, three boyfriends, getting your first place and more. He is your longest standing relationship, that it makes you question just how platonic everything is.

“Go already (y/n), I’ll look at your notes, and we’ll go over it tomorrow.” Jeno said, stepping away, grabbing the tablet with your notes. “I’m serious, go.”

You let out the breath you were holding, “alright,” you gathered your things before exiting, turning back one last time for the night, “call me if you have any questions, I’m serious, you know I’m a night owl.”

“I will,” Jeno smiled back to you.

You laid in your hotel room, scrolling through the usual social media, when a very curious caption caught your eye. It was a quote taken from a post qualifying interview from today.

“I think Sunday is more important than Saturday… We’ll just have to wait until tomorrow to form any opinions.” Quote from Na Jaemin, about today’s qualifying.

You clicked the link to read the article about that particular interview. To which, Jaemin had subtly stated that Jeno out qualifying him was a complete luck, and that tomorrow would show who is the better driver overall.

Your first thought was to call Jeno and tell him the ridiculous lies that Jaemin was spewing out, but knowing teddy bear Jeno, he would tell you to just let it go. That his racing will speak for him, that what Jaemin said is nothing but words.

So without Jeno having to tell you, you did exactly that, you let it go, for now.

Sunday, race day. You were excited to say the least, you met Jeno in the hotel before going down to the paddock.

“You’re starting P4, Sainz is ahead of you,” you remind Jeno, “It’s gonna be difficult getting through Leclerc and Verstappen, so your main competition is going to be Sainz.”

“Are you saying that the best I can do is P3?” Jeno asked with just enough of a glint in his eye for most people to assume he was teasing, but not enough to convince you that he wasn’t serious.

“You can win it today, but it’s more important that you cross the finish line than winning,” you say. Jeno still looks a little in between, not fully convinced, you stop him before walking into the NCT motorhome. “You’re gonna do great, you’re gonna show everyone your worth of your seat, and you’re gonna come home safely,” you take a breath, “and maybe you can win on top of all that?” You smiled.

“Yeah I think I can win on top of all of that,” Jeno smiled once again. He always tended to be an overthinker. Always in his own head about things, allowing other people's opinions to fester inside of him, he never could pull himself out of his own thoughts. You would always do that for him.

All the cars lined up after the formation lap, you sat in front of your screen with the other race engineers.

“P4 and P5, the goal is to maintain positions.” Taeyong announced to the entire crew. NCT finished in 4th in the Championship last season, just behind Ferrari, ahead of Mclaren. Taeyong’s goal for this season was 3rd or better. In the practice sessions of this weekend, the car was on par with the Redbull but behind the Ferrari, so 3rd should be achievable. If all was to go well.

“Radio check, 1, 2. Can you hear me Jen?”

“Loud and clear,” Jeno responded back clear as day.

‘And its lights out and away we go.’

“We’re gonna box this lap, box.” You spoke into the mic, telling Jeno what to do.

“Did you just tell Lee to box?” Mark, another race engineer asked, in a panicky manner.

“Yeah, that was the strategy we all agreed on,” you answered back, worry starting to fill you.

“Na was supposed to be first then Lee,” Mark looked even more panicked than earlier.

“We’re double stacking?” You questioned as you turned your attention out to the pit lane, where the crew waits with two sets of medium tyres.

You watched, holding your breath as Jeno pulled into the slot, his tyres removed, a new set screwed on, and he was released just as Jaemin came up to the garage. You let out your breath, as the double stacking worked.

“2.2,” shouted one of the crew, to let everyone know Jeno’s pit stop was 2.2 seconds, “2.3” and Jaemin’s was 2.3 seconds. You and Mark high fives over a successful double stacking.

Just before Taeyong shouted out, “what the fuck was that?” You and Mark turned back to look at Taeyong, both of your guys face going pale. “That wasn’t the strategy.”

“Yeah but it worked.” Mark smiled.

“If you keep fucking up, you minus well work at Ferrari.”

“Come on boss, it’s only Bahrain, cut us a little slack,” you smiled sweetly at Taeyong. You had heard more than once, from more than one person that Taeyong was a bit uptight during the race, and that he’s much more reasonable after a race.

“That’s the checked flag, Jen, P3! P3!” You shouted into the mic for Jeno to hear.

“LETS GO,” Jeno shouted out loud into the radio, “fuck that felt good, I can’t wait to see you.”

“I’ll be waiting at the bottom of the podium for you,” you spoke into the mic once again. Your heart twisting just a bit knowing that your words were heavy with feelings. Funny thing, Jeno is actually the reason your last relationship didn’t work out. Although you refused to tell Jeno that. Your previous partner thought that you and Jeno were too close, that you guys were always more than just friends.

When Jeno asked why your partner ended it, you just said that it was because of conflicting schedules. It would crush Jeno to know that it was him, no matter how many times you would try to convince him that it was for the best. He would just believe that he was standing in the way of your chance to be happy.

You looked up at the podium watching Jeno spray the champagne, you could feel the light droplets of the liquid, tap down on your face. Jeno shook hands with Charles and Carlos, before taking a picture together. You felt this sudden heat radiating next to you, you turned to see Jaemin standing next to you. He must’ve just arrived after his weigh in. He looked very handsome, handsomely angry standing next to you, watching his competition standing on the podium. And vaguely, just a hint of emotion behind the anger was admiration.

You turned back to watch Jeno enjoy the podium, before saying “have you formed any opinions, Na?” You side eyed Jaemin. You watched him huff, before turning to walk back to the garage.

“1, 2, 3, say cheese,”

You smiled brightly turning to look at Jeno, when the flash went off, he remained staring straight. Trophy in one hand, the other one wrapped around you.

“Okay, good.” The photographer announced.

Jeno looked back at you, finally, his eyes curved like little moons. “What a good race,” Jeno’s smile never leaves his face. Jaemin came around to the two of you.

“Congratulations, Lee,” Jaemin stuck out his hand for Jeno to shake, “good race.”

“Thanks Jaemin,” Jeno took Jaemin’s hand in a firm grasp. The two come together for a hug, before both parting their own ways. You stopped yourself from rolling your eyes, because at the end of the day, whatever rivalry that goes on between Jeno and Jaemin. It stays on the track, the minute they step out of the car, they are colleagues, co-workers. It was like that for all the drivers, rivals on the track, friends off the track.

As soon as you made it back to the hotel, you started packing up all your belongings. You flew out to Saudi first thing in the morning, and you had meetings all day Monday.

The time in between races went by faster than you wished. Before you knew it, it was Friday again and Jeno was getting ready for free practice 1.

“Based on last week, the car should have the straight line speed, in the turns that’s all you,” you said to Jeno as he got strapped in his seat, before you went back to the pit wall.

“I got it,” Jeno smiled, as he put on his gloves.

“Safe release yeah?” You said to one of Jeno’s mechanics. You watched as Jeno drove out, down the pit lane, onto the race track. He started off with an outlap, just getting the car right. Just before he got to the line, “remember talk to me Jen,” you reminded. Jeno did have a habit of getting too much into the groove, and forgetting to relay conditions.

“Yes ma’am,” you heard Jeno chuckle. He started his lap, absolutely flying through the circuit.

“He’s too wide into turn 4,” Doyoung, one of the race strategists, said as the both of you watched Jeno on the monitor.

“Keep it tight into turn 4 Jen,” you spoke over the radio, trying to remind Jeno gently.

“I’m trying, but I’m loosing the rear too much,” Jeno was clearly frustrated.

“We should end the session early for him,” you said to Doyoung, not wanting to risk further damage to the car.

“He needs to run more laps, we don’t have enough data for the race yet,” Doyoung said, as he reviewed the screens, “have him pit for a break, but send him back out before free practice ends.”

“Yes,” you obliged, “Jen, box box.”

“The car has too much oversteer,” Jeno said, clearly frustrated about free practice. He couldn’t find his pace in the car, not nearly as much as he wanted to. “I like a little more oversteer too, but that was just insane.”

You sat in the debriefing room with all the race engineers and strategist, as well as Jeno, Jaemin and Taeyong. “I have to agree with Jeno on this,” Jaemin said as he leaned back into his chair. You looked at him for a good moment, thinking that he was actually very handsome, but only when he wasn’t talking. “The oversteer is insane, the steering wheel is pointless,” Jaemin said, and just like that he wasn’t handsome to you anymore.

“We can adjust that, but it’s gonna take time to find the right balance, for the both of you,” Johnny, the chief technical engineer, who designed the car, said, “it won’t be done by the next race.”

“It could also be the track, I wouldn’t do any drastic changes yet,” Jeno spoke, trying to considerate of everyone else, “last weekend the car felt good, we were on pace with the Mercedes.”

“Jaemin?” Taeyong asked, looking at his other driver now.

“No, I agree, if there’s still an oversteer problem by free practice 3 than maybe we need to make an adjustment, but right now is too early,” Jaemin looked around the table, making his opinion heard, “we’re just being honest with what we feel in the car.” Jaemin gestured to himself and Jeno.

“Good,” Taeyong said, “y/n, mark, you have the code list, go over it with your drivers, this is gonna be the list until Spain. Other than that, you guys are dismissed.”

Everyone began to gather their things, and leave, “oh Jaemin,” Taeyong spoke up before you and Jeno had left the room, “go see Ten, he wants to go over some PR stuff with you.”

You could hear Jaemin scoff, but you just smirked to yourself. That’s what he gets for making comments about your driver.

“P6 Jen,” you said as Jeno crossed the finish line for qualifying.

“Not bad team, let’s get them tomorrow,” Jeno said as he made his way into the pit lane. You met Jeno in the garage, after getting the car settled in it’s spot. After Jeno got out of the car, “where did Jaemin qualifie?”

“Jaemin was knocked out in Q2, he’s P12 for tomorrow.”

“Who’s ahead of me?”

“Ocon, ahead of him Verstappen,”

“Behind me?”

“Russell and then Alonso” you said.

“Ocon shouldn’t be a problem, but Max is something else,” Jeno said, thinking about the overtakes for tomorrow. “Russell and Alonso behind me isn’t great either though.”

“It’s gonna be a difficult one for sure, but you’ll get it done.”

“That’s P8 Jen,” you said as Jeno crossed the finish line at the end of the race.

“I’m sorry team, could’ve done better,” Jeno said, clearly upset about those last few laps.

“Jeno, this is Taeyong, that was a good race,” Taeyong spoke quickly, “you did good Jeno, proud of you man.”

“Thanks team, we’ll bring it next time.” You could hear Jeno chuckle just a little this time. “Y/n, where did Na finish?”

“P12, just outside the points,” you answered. “I’ll see you in garage Jen.”

After Jeno finished his weigh in and he finally met you in the garage, did you properly congratulate him for a truly spectacular race. “I finished lower than what I started,” Jeno sighed.

“You did good, and you raced hard, that’s what’s important.” You answered, “not to mention you also came home safely and you finished within the points.”

“I guess,” Jeno said in between sips of water, clearly exhausted from the race. At this time you could see Jaemin walking towards the both of you.

Jaemin came up on Jeno’s side, sticking out his hand, “good race Lee,” Jaemin said with a firm shake and a pat on the back.

“You too Na,” Jeno answered kindly. You couldn’t help but scoff just a bit. Jaemin side-eyed you a bit before walking away without another word. “Play nicely y/n,” Jeno said, giving you a look, after Jaemin had walked a bit away.

“I always do,” you smirked, before turning on your heels to make it back towards the hospitality room.

“Yeah right,” Jeno said loud enough for you to hear, before following after you.

In the media pen, Jaemin was making his rounds for the post-race interviews.

“Jaemin, thoughts after the race?” One lady asked.

“Um it was a difficult one,” Jaemin answered, wiping the sweat away from his face with the back of his arm. You just happened to be in the area, Jeno was also making his rounds, and you were waiting for him. “I obviously didn’t qualify in the best place, and we lost places early on in the race, so it definitely wasn’t one of my better performances.”

You were close enough to hear Jaemin, as well as the following question, “this is the second race in a row that your teammate has outperformed you, do you think there’s gonna be some added pressure now? Maybe a little more determination to do better?”

You couldn’t, for the life of you, understand why reporters would ask those type of questions. Questions that attempt to provoke a reaction. Questions that fueled fake rivalries. You knew the drivers hated being asked those types of questions. However, nonetheless you stayed close enough to hear Jaemin’s answer.

Jaemin chuckled before responding, “I mean of course there’s added pressure when you’re not performing at the same level that you were the previous season, but that’s not Jeno’s fault. And of course there’s determination to do better, but that’s regardless of how Jeno is doing, because I know I’m not doing as good as I did last season.”

You were thoroughly surprised at Jaemin’s answer. You didn’t expect Jaemin to give a very clean answer, you genuinely thought that he wouldn’ve hinted at his poor performance being Jeno’s fault, but truly he didn’t.

“I see, thank you for your time Jaemin,” the reporter smiled.

“Thank you,” Jaemin smiled at the reporter, and for half a second you blushed at his smile. He looked very handsome, post-race, race suit tied around his waist, hair slightly out of place, sweat dripping down the side of his forehead, pearly whites flashing with a bad boy smile.

“Are you drooling at my driver?” Mark, Jaemin’s race engineer, asked catching you in a moment of weakness.

“There’s many drivers in that media pen, I could be drooling at any number of them,” you scoffed at Mark’s accusations.

Just as you were packing up your stuff for the night, getting ready to head back to the hotel, you could hear someone talking. You peaked around the corner to see who it was. It was Jaemin, he was on the phone.

“I know…I know…” Jaemin sounded frustrated with whomever he was talking to. You didn’t want to eavesdrop, but it’s not your fault if the person is talking loud enough for you to hear. “It’s only the second race of the season,” Jaemin sighed.

You peaked around the corner again, to see Jaemin running his hand through his hair. You took notice of his grip on the phone against his ear, get tighter. “I didn’t call to be scolded by you Dad, I called to check in on mom,” Jaemin said finally, his tone sent chills down your spine.

That was your que to leave, you turned to go in the other direction, you slipped on a pair of earbuds pretending not to be able to hear anything. Thankfully just in time, Jaemin ended up pacing, and walking around the corner in your direction. By the time Jaemin saw you, you had your poker face ready, and your music playing. Jaemin took notice of the earbuds you were wearing, already drawing the conclusion that you didn’t hear him. He walked back to where he came from, while you walked in the opposite direction.

You officially called it a night after that, heading straight for the hotel. You figured you would just completely forget you heard anything.

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