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irisintheafterglow · 3 months ago

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hey how do we feel about neighbor!bakugo on your first night in a new apartment complex

it was so much colder than you expected.

you already knew you needed to put in a work ticket to fix your ac unit because it seemed to be stuck at the lowest setting (and you weren't in the mood for such a high utility bill). for the time being, bundled up in your comfiest sweater, you finish unpacking the last of your things. the shower curtain is strung, the pots and pans are stored, and the sun is nearly gone by the time you arrange the last throw pillow in front of your headboard.

polaroid pictures of your friends dot your walls, reminders of home that should fill you with something other than sorrow. it was a different type of ache every time you moved back for school; you wanted simultaneously for everything to freeze in time so you wouldn't miss anything, but also for them to live and send you all the memories you weren't experiencing. yet here you were again, in a very cold, very echoey studio that seems too loud when you shut the kitchen cabinet and place a can of soup on the counter.

there's a knock at the door before you turn the knob to light a burner on the stove.

"hey." when you first open the door, you're bombarded with the smell of something incredible, savory and buttery with the slightest smokiness. it drifts down the hallway and you catch a door propped open with a case of plastic water bottles out of the corner of your eye. when you register the guy in front of you, you have to rewire your brain when it short-circuits. "i'm bakugo in 2281. if you smell smoke, don't call anyone. i just messed up trying to cook." he's the first person you've met that can make scowling look so handsome as he runs a hand through unruly blonde hair. you finally realize that you hadn't uttered a word since opening your door and you can imagine the jolt as your senses return to your body.

"i think it smells incredible, actually," you offer and he shrugs, a muscled shoulder lifting underneath a simple black tank. well, that is a...lovely view. "are you pan-frying something?"

"i'm not; my roommate is. i usually do the cooking, but he insisted when i accidentally burnt our shit on high heat."

"happens to the best of us," you agree sympathetically. "is it just the two of you in that unit?"

"nah, we've got two more with us too." a small smirk fights its way onto your face as he looks less-than-pleased with his living arrangements. "unfortunately."

"seems like you get along great with them," you tease lightly and he scoffs, rolling his eyes lightheartedly. "did you guys move in today too?"

"took seven fuckin' hours, but yeah. eventually." he answers and you snort, feeling a little more at ease and leaning against the doorframe. "you?"

"i just finished unpacking my things. i was about to make dinner when you knocked." you swear you watch his eyes, scarlet red, shoot down and over your body, but the interest is gone as soon as it appears. "well," you begin a little awkwardly, not really sure what else to say. "i hope whatever your roomie makes is delicious, and thank you for letting me know about the smoke. better luck next time, i guess."

"yeah." bakugo shifts uneasily on his feet, like he was trying to say something that wasn't coming out.

"i guess i'll see you around--"

"yo, bakugo! we have a problem!" before you shut the door, you glance down the hall in the direction of the amazing smell and see who you could only assume was bakugo's roommate sticking his face out of the front door. his hair was fiery red and held back by a simple sweatband, also red. bakugo swears under his breath and gives you an apologetic grimace. "oh, hello!" the red-head addresses you with a blindingly bright grin that reaches his ears, which don't seem to be working as he shouts loud enough to get your whole floor a noise complaint. "i'm kirishima! are you our new neighbor?"

"what the fuck happened, shitty hair? and stop fucking yelling!"

"no, we don't have watermelon!" kirishima shouts back incorrectly. bakugo drags his hand down his face with a groan.

"that's not what i asked, dumbass!"

"just fyi, denki didn't tell me he put one packet in until after i put my packet in, so we accidentally made, like, ten servings of food," kirishima yells.

"this is what happens when you dumbasses do the cooking," bakugo barks in response. a crashing THUD! and the distant sound of loud hip-hop leak from their unit and you can't help smiling a little bit. for all their chaos, it was a little endearing. it felt like light was seeping into your stale apartment and you suddenly felt the urge to keep the door ajar so long as they kept theirs the same. "do we have any room in the fridge?"

"you think a broom is a bitch?" kirishima mistakenly mishears again and you stifle a giggle into your hand. "look, we don't have room in the fridge for leftovers since sero bought 2 cases of energy drinks!"

"i am going to stuff all three of them in a box and ship them to a different continent," he mutters and you finally burst out laughing. his eyes flicker over to you and narrow slightly, an idea precipitating in his brain. "you say you didn't eat dinner yet?"

"that can of soup is my dinner." you gesture over your shoulder to the sad little can in the dull light of your apartment. "why?"

"you wanna come over? promise they're not shitheads that wanna poison you. they're just dumbasses that don't know how to cook," he explains, a light shade of pink growing on his ears. "we can leave the door open, too, so you can bolt if you feel uncomfortable or whatever. up to you." he rubs the back of his neck with his palm, exhibiting every possible indicator of embarrassment.

"are you cooking dessert too?"

"no," he replies. "but i can make a mean ice cream sundae. it'll be damn good since i'm the one making it."

"then i don't need anymore convincing. want me to bring my own plate?"

"no need, we have extras." the sound of shattering ceramics followed by screams of horror say otherwise. "on second thought, maybe you should bring your own plate."

"no worries. i'll be over in a second. save me a chair?"

"'course. thanks for helping us and our mess."

"i should be thanking you. stay here a sec," you say quickly before grabbing a plate faster than the speed of sound. before bakugo can inhale again, you're throwing open the door again with a plastic plate and a container in hand. "any chance you've seen that new action-drama on netflix?" you ask as he walks you over to his unit. with every step, the impending chaos nears, and you find yourself grateful for it.

"the guys've been meaning to watch it, i think. i didn't really care but i'll watch it with you, if you want."

"oh, i've already seen it. three times," you admit sheepishly and don't think too much on his suggestion of watching it with you. "i just need someone to talk about the franchise with, and--"

"you the new neighbor? kirishima's almost done cooking, so we should have food out in a sec." another head pokes out from the doorway as you're about to step through. "i'm sero, the hottest one in the house."

"yeah, maybe for blind people!" the final roommate calls from far inside the apartment.

"you can't be in conversations when you're taking a shit, denki!" sero shouts back and invites you inside. "ignore him. he has many, many problems."

"as do all of the people in this damn house," kirishima says in passing as he sets a pan of food on the kitchen table.

"you better have washed your hands, fuckin' weirdo," bakugo threatens when the last roommate appears from the hallway. "sorry about them. we've been friends since high school and i can't get rid of 'em," he whispers to you.

"aw, c'mon. you know you love us or you wouldn't be living with us," denki sings.

"like i had any choice when you asswipes forged my signature on the lease."

"we didn't forge it, we just took creative liberties since you were on patrol..."

when the roommates are finally done arguing, you introduce yourself and, with one last amused look toward bakugo, sit down for dinner.

and for the first time in what felt like days, you felt warm.

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despite it being less than a hundred feet down the hallway, all four of your new friends insist on walking you to your front door. three of them conveniently dismiss themselves once they've said their goodbyes, leaving you with a very-flushed bakugo fumbling over his words as he asks if you want to come over again sometime.

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erinfern0 · 7 months ago

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roommates to lovers.

kyle "gaz" garrick x gn!reader

summary: getting a roommate seems like the best idea to help you with financial problems, especially with expensive rent, bills, and all. Kyle seems like the perfect fit, maybe not just as your roomie.

warnings: just sweet fluff, maybe a tiny bit emotional.

a/n: this is the first addition to my series of trope-based COD fics, let me know if you'd like to know the full list of my ideas before I post the fics as a masterlist!! Don't mind possible mistakes, I'll fix them tomorrow. I'm just a little tipsy now, but I really wanted to post this already!!

Barely getting ends to meet, you search the internet for possibilities of making your situation better. That's how you get the idea — finding yourself a roommate might at least help your financial issues a bit. You find some groups and chats for people looking for places to stay, and you stumble upon Kyle. A guy who knows it's better to share an apartment since most of the time he's away on deployment, so it's way cheaper than buying one for himself. Looking through his application, you found him interesting, to say the least.

Young sergeant, a gym rat who likes to cook and doesn't mind taking over all the chores whenever he's back. He doesn't listen to music loudly, likes his place clean and tidy, and seems charismatic. A perfect fit for you — who would get too stressed out if you had to see him every day. But he's home for a couple of days and leaves for deployment, so you don't need to worry that much.

Soon, he moved in with you, and you immediately felt a slight spark between you. You spend so much time together, that you seem to forget how life went without him beside you. Every time you accidentally brush against him in the hallway or in the kitchen, you feel that warm electricity. You start liking him and feel upset since in a few days he'll be gone again.

For the past months, your friends have been teasing you about your 'strange' relationship. How protective and caring he was of you, how you always had to touch each other in some sort of way. They've been mentioning how oblivious you two were and how you're practically a couple already, but you'd just ignore them.

It was only now that you felt they might have been right all along. Just a roommate, a friend at best wouldn't miss him as much as you did and you missed him way more than you thought this time. Getting a message from him didn't help you at all. A simple text, just after midnight, almost made you cry.

Gyle Karrick: It will take longer than expected. Three months, they say. Can't wait to see you again, xoxo

And fuck, you couldn't wait to see him, too.

Weeks passed on numerous phone calls whenever you could get a hold of him through his busy schedule. Lonely meals, mundane chores, and even your passions started to bore you to your limits. One of the few things you were looking forward to was his message. But day after day, you'd experience the same disappointment and worry.

That was until one day you were looking through selfies you took together or pictures of him while he was asleep on the couch while watching a movie. Adorable. Oh, you missed him. Later on that day, you sat in the living room, reading through your notes and textbooks to occupy your mind, as you heard someone try to open the door with their key.

It was late, you thought. That it's just your mind playing tricks on you, but no. Seconds later, he's inside the apartment, trying to be as quiet as possible as he thinks you should be sleeping. He sees the lights are on and freezes, unsure how to act. But as soon as you stand up from the couch, he drops the duffle bag he was holding, catching you as you run into his arms.

Unspoken greetings and a warm and tight hug almost made you two fall to the floor. But none of you seem to care, too occupied with hands wrapping around each other's bodies. Kyle looks into your eyes as you lean back, his gaze is so soft, so sweet, you seem to melt with the brown of them.

You're not sure when, but you lean forward, lips catching his. It's quick, he barely registers it. You want to apologize, feeling the warmth of your cheeks, the dizziness in your head. But he comes right back, kissing you again. This time, it's slow and sweet, just as you imagined him to be all those nights when he was away. You reach to his neck, wrapping your arms around it as he cups your face, pulling you closer.

“You're home,” you whisper breathlessly as soon as you pull away, your eyes meeting his lazily. The happiness of your voice makes him chuckle and point out how it was just a couple of months.

He, the sergeant with god-like attractiveness, bright mind, and silly humor, felt the same way you did. Kyle reminded himself of all the lonely nights he spent on deployment, imagining coming back to your shared apartment to see your gorgeous face again, to hear that sweet laugh, and to just enjoy the warmth of your body against his.

None of you expected the kiss or the butterflies flying around in your stomachs that came afterward, but it was more than perfect. His hand gently caressed the single tear that was running down your face and kissed the spot right after.

“You're my home.”

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magpiepills · 7 months ago

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The Run

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+ MDNI

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Santi García x f reader

Word count: 1.7k

Summary: quick lil threesome with your hot roomies.

Warnings: PIV, oral (f receiving), fucklicking, creampies, FWBs, men kissing, reader can run,

A word from the author: another repost! I wrote this for my little dumplin @legendary-pink-dot a long time ago. I love you, my little honey bunch.

Fresh and dressed, you went to say goodnight, but Frankie beckoned you to join them. It was a movie you’d been wanting to see, and Santi was already rewinding to the beginning. It didn’t take much for them to convince you, so you squeezed between them in the middle seat, the only seat left. You watched in silence for a few minutes, and were already engrossed. It was no wonder you missed the look that passed between the two men.

You barely noticed as they shifted slightly, after all, you were in the middle and they were both big, broad men. You were good friends, and generous with physical affection. Frankie moved first, sinking lower in the cushion and spreading his knees wide. He pulled your leg over his and rubbed your knee. He’s done it plenty of times before. Santiago adjusted his position, turning his body towards yours and draping one arm behind you along the back of the couch, leaning close to point out a small detail about the scene that was on. His voice was low and his lips brushed your ear when he spoke, you felt his eyes on you, searching your face for a sign that you might be on to him. You were comfortably oblivious, wrapped up in the plot and the sensation of Frankie’s big hands smoothing their way just a tiny bit further up your thigh than was strictly necessary.

During a lull in dialogue, Santi leaned in again, this time placing a heavy hand on the thigh closest to him, giving it a squeeze that made you suddenly, acutely aware of your position, how snugly situated you were between Frankie and Santi, how neither of them were watching the movie, how their hands worked in tandem, easing you into a state of relaxed arousal before you even realized it.

Santiago’s words in your ear became his lips on your neck, and Frankie’s hand on your hip, rubbing tender circles into the newly exposed skin there while he eased your leg further into his lap and against his now turgid member. In a matter of moments the movie was forgotten and there were six hands rubbing, groping, squeezing and tugging at fabric until all three of you were naked and you were spread across Santi’s lap, knees hooked over his, while Frankie was on his knees between your legs doing what Frankie does best.

“Tell me how she tastes, Fish,” Pope sounded a bit jealous. Frankie was generous, though and after a few moments, Frankie leaned up to give Santi a taste, pressing his plump lumps to his best friend’s waiting mouth. Santi’s cock grew even harder behind you and he couldn’t wait any longer.

“Please, querida, can I fuck you now?”

“Yes, Santi, please. Need you.”

You were already so close to your climax under Frankie’s expert tongue. He had looped a circuit from your entrance to your clit, through your folds and back again, using the kind of practiced precision that could have had you trembling in minutes flat if he had wanted it.

Frankie licked a broad stripe up your slit before stopping to help guide Santiago’s thick head into your needy pussy, rubbing your clit with his thumb and showering you and his friend with praise as he watched from just inches away.

“Taking his cock so good, sweetheart. That’s it. You’re so wet, look at you dripping for us. Your pussy was made for us, wasn’t it?”

Santi’s hands were on your hips, holding you carefully so he could work his thick length into you slowly. You had one hand tangled in Santiago’s thick curls, and one on his muscular thigh, digging your nails in just enough to leave faint crescent moons, a souvenir for tomorrow.

“Fuck, you look so good.” Frankie resumed his lascivious pattern, with the added effect of the vibration he made as he moaned into your pussy and a wet tongue over the base of his best friend's cock right where he entered you.

Santi squeezed his eyes shut, dropping his head back against the cushions, overwhelmed with the tight squeeze of your cunt and the velvet of Frankie’s tongue. He breathed deeply, trying to relax and not come too soon, a fucking monumental task.

He palmed your tits, with one hand now, and set a steady rhythm with his thrusts, determined to feel you come first.

You were in a state of bliss, all of your nerve endings firing at once, unable to form coherent sentences or even thoughts. You heard yourself moaning their names, but it was more of a reflex than a choice as you barreled toward your climax. Both men noticed how close you were and while Santi drove as deep into you as he could, he rasped encouragement and flattery into your neck.

“That's it, feel your pussy squeezing me so tight, so good for us, come on my cock. Let me feel it, please. I gotta feel you coming for me.” He called to Frankie, “Francisco, she’s close. Finish her. Make her come, Frankie.” He sounded wrecked. He pleaded for your release as if it was his own.

Frankie was achingly hard, having denied his own pleasure to give you and Pope yours. He doubled his efforts, now, sucking your clit between his lips and swirling his tongue around the swollen bud, humming against it, sending the vibration straight through you.

It was a tidal wave. Your orgasm spread out from your core and reverberated through your whole body. Santi wasn’t far behind, spilling into you, with a shout. Frankie watched, mesmerized and wracked with lust. He gave you and Santi a moment to float back down from your orgasms, then joined you on the couch, kissing you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his lips and mustache. It was so erotic to have them both like this, feeling them, hearing them, seeing them, even smelling them right now was enough to give you a second wind.

You realized suddenly how painfully hard Frankie must be, and you reached to gently stroke his gigantic cock. He really did have a beautiful cock.

“Frankie, let me take care of you.”

You were tender with him, he loved when you took control, letting him shut off the part of his brain that made decisions. While you moved to straddle Frankie, Santi went after towels and water. He returned a few moments later, unable to keep his hands off of either of you. He kneeled next to his friend and murmured to you in Spanish that only Frankie understood, earning him hungry looks.

He kissed your neck, stroked your back, and gently urged you to take Frankie’s cock. “Look how he needs to feel you. Let him feel how tight you are. You can take him. Let him make you feel good.” His voice was a potion. You leaned into Frankie’s wet kiss, feeling and tasting yourself on the soft bristle of his mustache while his wide hands were busy lifting and squeezing your breasts, wordlessly expressing his desperate need for relief.

You lifted your hips enough for Santi to reach between your legs. He squeezed your thigh, kissing your shoulder with reverence and affection before grasping Frankie’s generous cock, giving it two delicate strokes before lining him up at your entrance. It was a group effort to work your cum soaked channel slowly down until he was fully seated inside you. You’d never felt filled so completely.

Santiago was well endowed, but Frankie exceeded him in length and girth just enough to make you feel full in ways you’d never felt before. It was glorious. Frankie’s lips fell open in a silent cry, doing all he could to resist fucking up into you, chasing his release, seeing you above him, feeling you all around him, looking into his best friend’s eyes as he spoke to him sweetly in their shared language, he wanted to move

“Cariño, please. Please, you've got to move. Please.” You didn’t expect him to be begging so soon. You set a slow pace, bouncing just a little on his cock, as if in slow motion. Frankie exhaled hard through his nose and you moved a little faster, slid further up his shaft with every lift. He furrowed his brow in concentration, and you moved faster, moaned louder, called his name

“Frankie! Oh, fuck, Frankie. So big, baby.”

You rolled your hips hard against the coarse hair above his cock, building yourself back up again just so Frankie could tip you over the edge once more. You pushed each other toward your orgasms, focusing on each other’s pleasure. You needed him to come inside you, and nothing made Frankie come like seeing you flushed and panting on his cock. He was close, he pulled you against his chest, holding you tight in his strong arms, groaning into your tits, finding your stiff nipple to suck and roll between his lips, letting one hand slide down your ass to press you down harder. That’s all it took. The wave crashed against you once more, making your hips jerk, setting off a chain reaction that sent Frankie over the edge of his own orgasm.

“Fuck. Ohh fuck…”

He thrust up as far as he could and filled you with his thick white release, commingling it with Santi’s spend, a feeling you never expected to feel, let alone treasure like this.

In the quiet moments following the threesome that you had not expected on a Tuesday night, the three of you settled back into companionable chatter, passing water bottles and snuggling happily on the couch like you hadn’t just acted out a pornographic scene. Showers were taken (and re-taken) and goodnight hugs and kisses given. Santi, Frankie, and you all retired to your own rooms, but before sleep could envelop you, you heard your door creak and felt your mattress dip behind you.

“Scoot over, cariño. I want to sleep with you tonight.”

You gave him one last sleepy kiss. “Goodnight, Frankie.”

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goth-mami-writer · 7 months ago

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💙 Reserve 💙

~ (AU) Leon Kennedy × f!Reader one-shot/drabble

~POV: You're an exotic dancer who is a potential lead on the missing person's case Leon is assigned to. When his chief suggested that Leon provide round the clock supervision for your safety as the case continued …it was the least to say that he wasn't happy.

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《 “Well-” Leon's boss suggested as they both sat in his office that morning, “I can't put her with one of our married men around here, Kennedy. She's a stripper for God's sake!!”

Leon hung his head in defeat, not wanting to argue with his chief further on how exactly they needed to keep you safe as they caught this perp. He was profiling dancers in nightclubs, and the disappearances just kept coming.

You worked at one of the more lucrative clubs in town, so you knew johns that came and went throughout the night. Your information would lead to a breakthrough in this case. He knew it. But Leon shook his head wondering why he needed to be the one to babysit you.

In his own home?

“Leon, the mayor is on my ass about this-” The chief murmured, lowering his voice when he mentioned the mayor,

“I know it ain't ideal. But just keep her shacked up for a couple weeks, eh?”

He agreed with a heavy sigh and said unamused, “When do I pick her up?”

The chief mentioned that you were already waiting in his office, which meant that this little meeting was more-so a warning than a suggestion. Leon rolled his eyes and stood now to retrieve you.

It wasn't that he disliked you. It wasn't some kind of bad stigma with your career either. In fact it was the opposite. He'd only spoken to you twice and it was easy to say that he was attracted to you. This little infatuation distracted him from his work on the case. Even as he enjoyed your overly friendly attention, he sometimes wondered if it might be some kind of seduction plot just for your own entertainment.

You liked watching him squirm and wince with flattery from your flirts and teases. He knew the redder he grew in the face while next to you, the more joy you'd find in torturing him slowly. But he had a job to do and he couldn't afford any detours in his focus.

He opened the door to his office and saw you sitting in the chair across from his desk. Your long legs were crossed, already in high heels at 9am. Clearly, your hair was wet from a shower, probably from being woken by an early call about this new living arrangement. Even in a thin sleeping slip that your mink coat covered- God you were beautiful. You just didn't need the makeup and club attire.

Your eyes shot up with an alluring, mischievous smile that wadded his insides every time and you purred as you greeted him playfully,

“Mornin’, Roomie.”

He scoffed with a smile and closed his door, knowing he wouldn't need anyone seeing him get flustered just by talking to you. He felt stares already from just hearing your voice inside of his office.

“I take it you heard the plan.” He said, noticing that you came with a duffle bag and a backpack, undoubtedly full of your clothes and other belongings.

“Oh, yeah.” You said bouncing your ankle softly as you spoke,

“Bossman and I hashed it out. I'm not gonna cramp your style, am I?”

He wondered if you were serious with that remark. Tensely, he came close, sitting in the opposite chair to speak to you with what felt to be an urgency about how this living together… thing would work out. He mostly wanted to lay down ground rules about how busy he would be during the day. And how he couldn't have any nighttime temptations to deter him away from work.

You watched as he tensed his hands together, trying to gather words but your attention quickly fell to the eyes that peered into his partition glass. You recognized a few of his coworkers as once paying customers and it made you chuckle softly. Leon watched as you raised your hand up to wave facetiously across the office and he yanked the blinds shut aggravatedly.

He sighed your name with the bridge of his nose pinched stiffly and you shook your head before mentioning the obvious,

“Detective, you're a little inexperienced with ladies, aren't you?”

“I'm not a virgin-” He snapped back defensively in a mutter with his face red.

You gasped to hear that his first interpretation of that mention was about sex. Your catching smile grew at its widest when you finally sized him up just right as to why this new change in setting would be so hard for him,

“Well, I didn't say anything about screwing, honey. That was you. ”

Leon shrunk back defeatedly after realizing he had given his true feelings away just then. He scoffed in surrender and looked at your silent enjoyment of his misery, making him become a little vulnerable.

Truth was, when he spoke to you he was always so strangely…comfortable. You treated him like he was understood and validated in his woes and worries. It was part of the turn-on. Besides the obvious show-girl appeal that he was reluctant to admit that he liked.

When he finally spoke, his words moved slowly with careful emphasis,

“I won't ask you to do this again. But..can we keep this little talk between us?”

You smiled, becoming fascinated by his means of discreteness and you nodded, telling him to be as honest as he liked, you could handle it.

“...I'm gonna fuck up this case if you're bunking with me. I just know it.” He said with softer eyes that begged for you to understand where he was coming from. You smiled to reply now in that playful, come-hither tone that often made him twitch,

“Why is that, detective? Am I a distraction? Come on. It's not like I'm strutting around naked-”

Your eyes narrowed in to antagonize him but he didn't falter when he replied with words that froze your playmate demeanor from moving any further.

“-You don't have to be.” Leon said before you finished your thought,

“You look at me, and I'm distracted.”

He thought in that fleeting moment of the first time he saw you. After speaking with him on the phone, you invited him down to your club for a one-on-one about the goings-on that could lead to a break in potential suspects.

He felt dirty walking into a gentleman's club, even a high-end one. Especially when he had to ask for one girl in particular using a rather salicious stage name. But when you crossed the floor, he realized that this couldn't have been something he regretted.

You were cunning and witty. Obviously, you knew the ins and outs of conversation. He couldn't play into the back and forth, but God, he wanted to tell you that you were the most beautiful woman he'd ever talked to. Even about nothing more than the case.

You felt your jaw drop for a different reason now. Secretly, you expected some half-cocked fantasy of what he wanted to do with you when he took you home. Not this. Not this softness and sincerity. You shifted uncomfortably now, but only because that chord struck differently than the others.

The truth was…it wasn't an act. You didn't put on bedroom eyes to play your part in being the warmly erotic, street-smart dancer that was too good at her job. Leon was desirable. Not just handsome or intelligent. Your very feminine nature made you pursue him for his level headedness and maturity almost as if it was instinctive. As if even your insides knew he was a good man.

You leaned forward now to match his discreet manner and motioned with a finger for him to do the same.

“Is it my turn for secrets?” You asked in a soft murmur as you stared right into him.

He smiled, being quiet for you to tell your side of the situation,

“Every night that I work, I always have men tell me how bad they want to sleep with me and air out their dirty little secrets about me. But you know what I really like in a man? Something that I can't find in a room full of them?”

Leon felt his eyes focusing in and he asked what it was. But you waited. You knew how you wanted to answer but it was something you didn't want to tell him.

You wanted to show him.

You stood from your chair, not letting a sound escape from your throat other than the breath of courage it took to do this to a cop. One that wasn't paying for it, at least. Your knee planted down beside him before you straddled his waist entirely, letting yourself now gently sit in his lap to face him.

This was always the position you assumed right before a lap dance, and Leon tried not to gasp when you became so close. He could smell your sweet perfume - feel the warmth of your body.

You felt his chills and saw the breath he shakily let go of. It was a face you saw everyday. But his bothered expression was far from a dime a dozen. It was a work of art to see before you now. Your hands slid up his arms, your middle finger dragging against his sleeved shirt to feel the soft tone of muscle and brawn below. He must have been a masterpiece naked but you put that to the side for the sake of your own bothered expression appearing.

Leon's pulse throbbed but his hands remained on the arms of his chair as you touched him. He swallowed heavily and kept his eyes with yours, trying his best to judge what exactly you were doing. It felt so real. But was it? Nothing could have brought it on. Was it a test?

His eyes searched in yours to find the answers to the questions that were surmounting as his blood turned hot, flushing his face when your hand gripped at the choke of his satin tie, loosening the bind from his collar. He huffed in want when you looked to his mouth, leaning in for what he prepared to be a kiss but he closed his eyes, not leaning forward to meet your lips.

"She knows I'm at work. She knows I can't do this. This is a test.” Leon thought behind his closed eyes as your lips brushed against his with the same gentleness as a breath.

You opened your mouth, wondering if you could entice him to move- to follow his want for touch when a girl like you was perched in his lap.

You made one last move to prove your jagged point and you said breathily with what you knew to be a voice latent with desire,

“Touch me, Leon.”

You watched his hands remain still, glued to the chair practically and his eyes were begging you to have mercy on his needs.

He answered, firm and calculated in a grunt,

“No-...No.”

“There it is.” You said warmly in his ear, confirming to him that this was in fact nothing more than just a little test of his nature.

“Reserve. That's the sexiest thing a man can have for me. Men tell me that they'd scream from the rooftops to sleep with me. But I've been looking for the one that'd watch his hands shake just by the thought of it.”

Leon's heart drummed in realization that the feeling was mutual when he looked down to his trembling hands. Of course he'd never touch you for his own gratification alone. Even if you performed for money. He wanted you in ways that went so far beyond seeing you naked in a dark room. It was an attraction. But lust was merely the surface.

He was unsure still if he should try to make a move but your weight shifted. He sighed in relief when you climbed down from his chair, returning to your own with a small chuckle to his spent expression as he readjusted his tie.

“I hate to rush- but 9 in the morning is the middle of the night for a night owl like me. Think I can go ahead and get a tour of where I'll be sleeping?”

Leon still needed a second to recover from that rush of adrenaline but he nodded with a sigh,

“Yeah, I'll get you home. I'll make up the guest room for ya.”

“Aw-” You mentioned with a playful act of disappointment as you gathered your bags when he opened the door to his office- en route to the car,

“No room in your bed? I'll scoot over?”

“Don't-” He said, trying not to laugh, feeling that involuntary smile find his mouth. You'd caught on that he enjoyed the teasing, but just how much was something he'd still like to keep under wraps.

For now at least. There was a still a case to solve.

“Don't push it, okay?” 》

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#leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy au #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #resident evil 4 #resident evil #drabble #one shot

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noturlondonboy · 6 months ago

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Werewolf. Were… Wednesday?

Part 1

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Enid Sinclair

Werewolf Wednesday AU

A/N: I really love this concept so I’m excited to see if others like it too. Enjoy!

Enid had a bad feeling about today as soon as she woke up. For starters, it was her actual alarm that had her rousing instead of Wednesday's intense gaze inches from her face, and that in itself had her mood a bit jilted.

Breakfast proved another point. Yoko was sick and therefore absent to indulge in Enid's latest gossip, and Bianca wasn't exactly very chatty. This left the werewolf with Ajax and a very sleepy Xavier. The two boys were leaning into each other and giggling softly every time the artist would start to doze off against his boyfriend's shoulder, only for one of Ajax's snakes to poke at him through the beanie.

Damnit. Enid missed Wednesday. She couldn't handle being single in front of all this cute gay shit by herself. Where had her roommate gone? It was unusual for her to miss breakfast. It was the only meal they tended to share and the girl hated when her schedule got messed up, even a little.

It started raining as soon as she stepped foot outside.

"Great." Enid walked quickly across the quad in a mess of grumbling and wet blonde hair, and she shook herself out best she could before making her way to her first class of the day- potions.

Another thing about today being an absolute thumbs down. Enid sucked at this class.

But she perked up immediately once she walked through the door and spotted Wednesday in her usual seat, her soft squeal earning a confused smile from Divina in the back row. Wednesday heard her as well and turned to watch as Enid skipped her way to their desk and slid into her spot, grinning at her dark friend.

"Hi, Wednesday," Enid whispers excitedly, trying to be mindful of the fact that class was technically starting. Wednesday is just looking at her with her normally blank expression, but then the neutrality seems to lessen and she almost looks amused.

"You're soaking wet, Enid. You're going to have our room stinking of wet dog."

Enid beams at her. "Yeah probably."

That gets an entire eyebrow raise. "Have you fallen ill? You're happier than what I'm accustomed to and it's making me want to stab Xavier."

"Hey!" Xavier goes ignored from behind them.

Enid shakes her head but does make an effort to ring out her hair a bit more so she doesn't accidentally smack Wednesday in the face with a damp pink strand. "Nope, just happy to see my roomie after missing her all morning." Today was starting to feel a little less terrible already.

Something strange crosses over Wednesday's face but she's interrupted before she can respond. "Good morning kiddos!" Mr. Faroshti claps his hands to get everyone's attention, his fangs glinting as he grins widely.

That was a dangerous look when it came to him.

"We're doing something a little special today, and it's gonna be partner work- so if you're not happy with your table mate... deal with it." He shrugs and walks to his desk as a couple of students groan. Xavier and Ajax are making kicked-puppy eyes at each other from across the room. Enid just nudges Wednesday with her shoulder and wiggles around a bit.

Even if she was more likely to blow something up than not, Wednesday was always patient and willing when helping her as long as she was actually trying to stay focused. Everything would be fine.

Mr. Faroshti passed around a medium sized box to each desk and instructed them all to open it and get started on what he was only now calling a "mystery serum." Wednesday seemed rather bored of the activity, right up until she was halfway through reading the instructions and gave an actual smile.

"Good, it involves blood. That puts me at ease."

Enid grimaced, looking warily down at the open box and what could see of vials and containers full of whatever they were going to use. "Of course it does."

Wednesday almost starts to hum as she busies herself with carefully removing all of the ingredients, handing the instructions over for Enid to read. "You'll be fine, puppy. I'll handle the blood."

Enid doesn't know how to react to the name or the girl's thoughtfulness, so she just does as she's told and ignores the glow on her cheeks.

Halfway through the potion, Wednesday excused herself to the restroom and levels a stare that has Enid sitting ram-rod straight. "Get the next two steps done while I'm gone, they're relatively simple. A pinch of whatever animal essence is in that sealed bag, and a few drops of liquified bone marrow. Stir how it shows you." And then she's gone, her braids swishing lightly behind her.

Enid blinks, bringing herself back to the task at hand. The remaining ingredients are spread out over the table around their mini mixing cauldron, and she located the animal bag and bone marrow before starting to panic. Each box held a different animal essence for each potion, and it was just by chance that the one given to her and Wednesday contained a tuft of wolf fur. The problem was that it looked quite a bit more than a pinch.

But it wouldn't have anything in the box that didn't need to go in the potion, right? Enid looks at it quizzically for a moment before shrugging and dropping the entire bundle into the concoction. The fur sizzles for a moment, then dissolves into the steaming liquid, leaving it a deep brownish red.

The bone marrow goes in without a hitch (ignoring the fact that a fourth of it splashed out onto Enid's hands-it burned like hell for a moment) and then the werewolf carefully stirs the potion until it smooths out. Wednesday appears moments later, surveying the scene.

"You didn't catch your hair on fire. Good."

Enid scowls as her roommate sits back down. "That was one time!"

Wednesday glances at her, lips twitching. "Did you finish the next two steps?"

"I- yeah."

There's a nod of acknowledgment, and Wednesday takes over, measuring and pouring the rest of the ingredients in. Once the shimmering gold liquid is contained in a vial, Mr. Faroshti comes around from where he was helping a struggling Ajax to take a look at it.

"Excellent work, girls! That was done in record time," he beams, holding the potion up to the lantern lighting to peer at it. He hesitates, then frowns, turning the vial this way and that to get a better look. "That's strange..." He carefully holds it close to his nose and wafts the scent closer to him for a second. Mr. Faroshti visibly holds back a gag. "Hoooh boy, that's a strong Werewolf smell. And I think the gold shading might be a little off."

Wednesday's eyebrows shoot up on her head, and she turns to a nervous Enid. "Enid, how much of the animal essence did you put in?"

Enid feels the need to shrink in on herself, tugging anxiously at her damp hair. "Um, well, there wasn't very much of it so..."

"Enid."

"Ok, I added all of it!"

Mr. Faroshti whistles and shakes his head. "Yeah, that's why it looks weird. Go ahead and pour it back in and water it down to balance it out, and I'll take another look at it." He hands the vial back to Enid, who takes it sheepishly with her rain-wet fingers.

And promptly drops it as the glass slips out of her hands.

Said vial crashes onto the desk and shatters into a mess of glimmering gold liquid...

Right onto Wednesday.

Everyone in the room freezes, including Wednesday. She had her blazer off and her sleeves rolled to her elbows today, which meant the potion had coated her arms and splashed to splatter over her chest and neck, dripping onto her skirt. Her eyes were wide and she had her hands up off the desk, as if she didn't quite know what to do with herself. Enid was staring at her roommate with a horrified expression.

She's going to kill me.

But Wednesday turned to Mr. Faroshti, grinding her teeth. "Sir, what kind of potion were we making?"

He swallowed tightly, red eyes ping-ponging over the mess in the hopes of properly assessing the situation. "It was a temporary transfiguration solution. But it was too potent and it got onto your skin..." He shook his head and seemed to come back to life, getting the attention of the other students. "Everyone, Bianca is in charge for a short time while I take Wednesday to the infirmary. Please be very careful when reading the instructions, and leave your work inside the mixing cauldrons for now, until I'm back. Nobody touch the spill."

He hurriedly had Wednesday up on her feet and rushed her out the door, and Enid gaped after them, chest feeling tight. What was that potion going to do to her friend?

Ajax and Xavier slid onto her bench on either side of her to console the werewolf, but she barely heard them through the ringing in her ears. She just looked down at her now dry hands and tried to keep breathing.

Bad day it was.

#Wednesday #Wednesday Addams #enid #Enid Sinclair #Wenclair #sapphic #werewolf #Nevermore #Addams’s family #oneshot #fanfic #fanfiction #werewolf Wednesday au #gxg #wlw

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misguidedasgardian · 1 year ago

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I need to... (6)

... Think

MASTERLIST

Summary: You almost forgot…

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, modern au, mentions of cheating and past relationship, reader and Cregan are orphans :( might miss some warnings

Wordcount: 3.2 k

Notes: Thank you all for reading, I'm having such a fun time writing this. I already have the groupd's summer vacation plan and THEY ARE GOING TO BE SO AMAZING!

Thanks to your injured ankle you had missed the rest of spirit week, you had won the hall decorating competition, BUT, had lost the whole thing… the engineers won, again…

You were bummed that you had missed it, BUT, tomorrow you were allowed to resume your activities, and you were glad because you were losing it being locked up in your dorm room, and you were even more glad because a classmate of yours, and Rhaena, told you the freespot in the Arts school was filled with someone else other than Alys

She didn’t get the job! you could breathe easily now.

And your ankle had finally healed

That day, Sara came back from classes with snacks and face masks to celebrate, and you placed a green goo on your face as you watched movies as you snacked happily

You hair in a messy hairdo, pajamas at six o’clock, and a green facial mask in your face, the both of you, and you believed it was a good idea to answer the door to whomever was knocking, asking him to come in

It was Cregan

“Why everytime I see you I have something on my face?”, you asked, now feeling embarrassed

He looked at the both of you watching a funny movie with an entertained look on his face

“Hey you”, he greeted, “Now that it's been two weeks since your little accident, I was wondering if you wanna’ catch the last week of Arthur Deyne’s screening”, your face lit up, not that he could see it, because of the the green goo

“I’d love to”, you whispered

“Tomorrow at five?”, he asked, you nodded

“You came all this way to ask her?”, teased Sara, he just looked like she struck him on the face, “all across campus?”, you thought about cleaning your face with your pillow but that would be even more strange

“Well, uh, no I just… didn’t have her number”,

“Well… we can easily fix that, can’t we?”, she asked, as she typed on her phone, “there it is weirdo”

“Alright… “, he chuckled, he then looked at you, “see you tomorrow”

“See you”, you whispered, he waved awkwardly, and left. Sara turned to you with a silly grin on her face

“Nop, no”, you said

“You have a date with my brother!!!!”, she screeched

“NO”, you sentenced

“You do!”

“We are only watching a movie”, you muttered, standing up from the bed, you needed to wash your face

“(Y/N and Cregan… sitting in a tree…”, she forgot the lyrics of the song, and she opened her mouth in thought, “.... kissing!”

“Very original!”, you teased

“You are going to be so cute together, my roomie with my brother”

“Sara…. I don’t know…”, you muttered

“Yes!”

“Oh I don’t want to be that girl”, you whined with teasing smile, Sara cackled

“You won’t!”, she said

“I don’t want to ruin this!”, you said, pointing at her and then at yourself, “I love you Sara, you are my friend, I don’t want to lose you over a boy!”

“You won’t!”, she laughed, “Cregan is not like that! she is actually a very decent man”

“I chose a man over a friend once, and I don’t want to do that again!”, you tried to reason

“And I’m telling you that you won’t have to!”, she insisted, “my brother is a genuinely nice guy and I promise you that if it works out it's going to be amazing, and if it doesn't… it will end gracefully, and we won’t have to separate because it didn’t work out!”, she explained

“I don’t even know if he wants to…!”

“He does!”, she said, giggling, you sighed

“Let’s see, alright?”, you said, not that convinced. You liked Cregan, you did. but it felt strange, you remembered what it was like when you liked someone, had a crush, your stomach flipped, butterflies inside, you start to feel nervous, to say something foolish, or do something, the expectation running high, you wanted him to notice you

Is he looking at me?

Does he think I'm pretty? smart? funny? nice?

When you saw Cregan it wasn't like that, you felt calm, some sort of relief, like you were glad he had arrived

The problem started when you believed or thought about doing something else

Even thinking about being with someone, or going on a date, or being intimate, made your skin crawl, your stomach made summersaults

But he was so nice, a normal guy, would he… wait for you? would he mind spending time with you expecting… nothing, in return?

“Alright let’s finish the movie”, she said, seeing that you got lost in your thoughts

You didn’t even get to do that, and your phone dinged

Hey, it’s Cregan 😊

Hey - you texted back -

So now you have my number…

Indeed, I’m excited about the movie tomorrow - you texted easily, looking over at Sara who was just too distracted to notice, you didn’t want to hide from her, but you certainly didn’t want her to build up her expectations

Mee too, they say is the best one yet! - he texted quite quickly

Do you want to meet up at the cinema? I will need directions though haha - you said cheekily

I’ll meet you in your dorm and then we can take a bus or sm, don’t worry, I’ll guide you ;)

“Great! 4:30 then? it sounds silly but I like to watch the trailers for the upcoming movies

It doesn’t sound silly, I like to watch them too - you smiled warmly

Oh great! - you teased - you are shaping up to be a hell of a good movie partner -. were you going too far? you felt nervous

Well, let’s see how you like the popcorn - he texted with a blushing smiley face

Sweet, with M&M’s in them

Really? never tried them - well at least he didn’t say no at the gate… like Aemond..,

You had to stop that right now

You couldn’t compare

Never

You are missing out, but how do you like your popcorn? - you asked him

Sweet too, See? we were made to watch movies together haha - that text made you feel so nervous, but good nervous

Well, yes, I completely believe in movie soulmates - you texted with a small giggle

Sara leaned in and shrieked in your ear

“I wanna’ wear emerald green in my maid of honor dress”

“Very funny”, you mocked, she smiled widely

You were so determined to not make it look like a date, that you dressed in jeans, a nice shirt, but a hoodie over it, and a big jacket and beanie, it was still very cold outside, and a pair of boots, you did payed attention to your face in more detail, putting some makeup on, nothing very fancy…

“you look lovely”, Sara teased, “you just text me a winky face if you are not coming back at night ok?”, she kept teasing, but she finally let you go to meet Cregan outside

There he was

Dressed in a Maroon color henley, leather jacket, jeans, and urban black sneakers, he even wore a thin scarf and a beanie of his own. When he saw you, he smiled, and you just then

Felt something fluttering inside your belly

“Hey”, you greeted, but then you got all serious, “Arthur”, you called, and he smiled

“Winston”, he said back, all serious, like Arthur Deyne called the owner of the mafia hotel in the movie

You giggled as he leaned in and kissed your cheek in greeting

“Ready?”, he asked

“Can’t wait”, you teased

“I think if its a good idea we take the Trolly art”

“You still hae trolleys?”, you asked all excited, he laughed

“Yes, we needed to help defrosting as much as we could as a state so we brought back all the goods”

“I love that”, you started walking out of campus in a comfortable silence, you haven’t been out in the town much, you needed to see the capital of the North

Contrary to the State of the Crownlands, the cities of the North were smaller, but there were more of them, king’s Landing was the biggest city, and then the others were small towns all around, but in the North, all cities stayed and grow in similar rates, so Winter’s Town wasn’t a metropolis, still held that beautiful and quiet town feeling…

The snow still lingered as you watched the well and softly lighten streets

“Winter’s Town is so beautiful”, you look up at him, who was taller than you, and catched him looking back at you, and smiled warmly

“i can see it”, he whispered, “your face says it all”, you chuckled, embarrassed

“What face?”, you mocked

“Your face of wonder and marvel”, he said back, you giggled, feeling again the butterflies

You arrived at the small station and soon enough the Trolley passed, you climbed up and led you to the center of the Town, as Cregan stated the small cinema was

And when you got there… It looked like the one from an old movie, preserved since it was built many years ago. Even though it was Friday, it was mostly empty, because probably it was the last week of screening, the movie had premiered a month ago

“Do you wanna get the tickets and I’ll get the snacks?”, you asked

“Sure thing”

Was this a date? you didn’t want to make it look like one, you didn’t want to think it was… so you went for the snacks, even though bought the “couples” combo, big popcorns and two sodas… you didn't get the M&M’s, there wasn’t any at the concession stand. And as you were going to struggle to grab it all in only two hand, Cregan met you there, taking the sodas off your hands

“Got them”, he said calmly

“Thanks”, you whispered, you smiled at each other, every little interaction about him and you felt like something meaningful, everytime you looked into his eyes made you believe this meant something for him, and in a second, you found yourself wanted this to be a real date

You started to walk to the screening room

“I brought you something”, he whispered, juggling with both sodas to take something out of his jacket pocket

You gasped when he offered you a huge package of M&M’s

“You remembered”, you said

“Of course I did, I was so curious to try it and I remembered the cinema doesn't’ sell them”

“Good job Arthur”, you teased

“Anytime Winston”

The movie… was incredible

Not romantic by any means, so you didn't have much instances to lean into Cregan or him to lean into you, not that you expected it, but you were still a bit nervous, but you jumped and gasped together and complimented the actions sequences, and he devoured your favorite snack as much as you did

And you cried at the end and he surrounded your shoulders with his arm to comfort you.

When it ended, you both couldn’t stop talking.. you talked and talked and kept talking, about the movie itself, about the ones before, about which one was your favorite, you talked so much, neither of you wanted the night to end, and when you reached the trolly stop, you looked at eachother expectantly

“Want to walk?”, you asked, and he nodded enthusiastically

The campus was near, but like half an hour walking, but you kept talking, and when you shivered he offered you his arms and you coiled yours with him and he dragged you near him, so you could get warmer together.

And then the heat of the movie died down, and the talk became more personal

“Did you always want to come up here for school?”, he asked

“Well, I was like sixteen when I realize what I wanted to study, so I discovered this school of design was the greatest, and, we were ebay friends with Jace, and we both agreed we were going to come here together, to fly off the nest”, you told him, “an adventure”

“And what took you a semester?”, he asked lightly, he probably knew trough Jace, but you appreciated that he wanted to know trough you

“Well, I had a boyfriend”, you answered with a shy smile, “he convinced me to follow him Dragonstone U, and… well… “, he knew, he had known about Alys, so… “I decided to take a leap of faith and have trust in us and our future, it didn’t work out”

“I’m sorry”, no he wasn't but you didn't know that

“Well, I’m just relieved it happened so early on, and not two years into the future, you know?”, you asked, smiling, he chuckled

“Oh yeah, I get it”, he said, “do you still talk to him?”

“Oh no”, you said, “never saw him or heard from him since last semester”, that by now, it was like two months ago.

“And you are happy you followed your dreams?”, he asked, and when you looked up at him, you saw something in his eyes…

No… this wasn’t a date, he wasn’t that into you, he just wanted to see the movie, he just wants to add you to the friend group

“It’s been a long time since I’ve felt as happy as I am now”, you confessed, “this is everything I’ve dreamed of and more”, you said, “Even if they say the first year is the most difficult one, I love the career, and I’m so happy to have Jace back in my life, and I’m happy I met you, and Sara, and Ben, and reconnected with Baela and Rhaena…”

“I’m glad, and I’m more glad I’m part of that dream”, he teased and as you looked at him, he winked, you laughed

“Did you ever know you were going to study business administration here?”, you asked

“Yes I did actually, completely predictable”

“You never thought about going South?”

“Well, when I was underage, it was more difficult for me”, he said

“Why?”

“My parents passed when I was twelve, and my uncle wouldn’t let me out of his sight”, he said

“I’m sorry”, you whispered

“It’s alright, i’m glad he had me stay here”, he said, “this is my home, and I will have plenty of time to travel once I finish my studies”

“You are right”, you said

“What about your parents?”, he asked

“They are also gone”, you said back, “I was ten”

“I’m sorry”

“Is fine, I have my godmother who took me as her own”, you offered with a wide smile, “I love her”

“She sounds lovely”

“She is”, you said back. And you chit chatted all the way back to campus, and when you finally arrived back, you didn't want to part ways, but it was already late to go eat something, and you were running out of time, you really didn't want to

And then you were in front of your dorm, and you didn't want to part ways from him, and he didn’t either, you could tell… you looked at each other expectantly.

“It's late but… I think the tavern is still open for an hour or so… would you like to…?”, and then something caught his attention over your, you looked at him and then you turn to look too.

A beautiful girl was walking your way

blonde, sharp blue eyes, dressed in a puffy pink jacket and white wool knitted beanie, jeans and fluffy boots

“Arra?”, asked Cregan, and when you looked back at him, he look like a child had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar

“Cregan, I was looking for you”, she said softly, looking at you but then completely ignoring you

“What are you doing here?”

“I came to talk to you”

“I’m busy”, he said defensively, and suddenly, you felt like you were playing the third wheel

“It’s alright”, you said, “we can raincheck”

“Yes you can raincheck”, she muttered urgently. Cregan sighed, and looked at you with puppy eyes

“You are not staying?”, he asked her, “in town?”

“I’m staying with Alyssa, but no, I’m just here for the weekend”

“Then you should talk”, you said, and something inside you didn't like it

“Raincheck on the tavern?”, he asked you, and you smiled and nodded, he leaned in and hugged you, you hugged him back

He waited for you until you reached the glass doors of the dorms, you looked back and the blond had approached him,he looked annoyed

And now you were more annoyed, as you find yourself wanting this to have been a date.

You arrived back in the dorm and Sara was sleeping, a thing you appreciated and sneakily took your clothes off and got inside the bed, it was cold…

You grabbed your phone, questioning yourself…

Aemond haven't reached out

Well… You had blocked Aemond, his brother Aegon from instagram, (not that he would contact you) and unfollowed all your common friends, more like, his friends from college who he made you hang with… because you couldn’t bare to see him, and you truly believed that if you saw even a glimpse of him, you would get a panic attack. So maybe that’s why you haven’t heard from him again

Even though he had a huge ego, you found it weird he didn't even reach out to curse you or tell you how bad of a person he thought you were.

And that is when you decided to check your mail, the spam box

And oh there they were

Hundreds of emails

Of another account, but it was clearly him

Even reading the titles you saw his own journey of mourning your relationship…

Denial

“...Maris said you left, and I don’t believe you would do something like this…”

Anger

“...It’s alright, really, now I see how selfish and short sighted you really are…”, he even dared mentioned Alys in that one, the audacity

Bargaining

“...The baby isn’t even mine, that whore lied to me…”, that one you read, Alys tried to baby trap him, and he made her do the Amnio, which was a very dangerous DNA test, and it turned out it wasn’t even his

Depression

“...I can’t believe I lost you, and I'm begging you to give me another chance…together we could rule the seven states…”

And Acceptance never came

You thought long and hard about it… now that you had time to cool off…

No, the anger was still there, and you couldn’t forgive him, not ever, he was a nineteen year old man, yes she was older, but he wasn’t a kid, he knew exactly was he was doing, besides, you were not compatible anymore… he dind’t make you happy any longer, and it took you to see him fucking another woman to realise it

No aspect of your relationship was making you happy

Only the praxis was left

You had made the right decision, even though you did feel like you had things left unsaid, in a relationship that had meant so much for you and your families, since you knew each other since forever…

But coming back to the present...

Who was that girl? they clearly had unfinished business, but before that, has it been a date? did you wanted it to be? he had been so thoughtful and kind... you liked him!

Gods you were confused

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ornii · 2 years ago

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My Better Bitter Half

Wednesday Addams X Twin Brother Reader x Enid Sinclair

Summary: Wednesday has been transferred to Nevermore, luckily Someone there already knows much about her, her twin brother. While you two may be twins you couldn’t be any more alike, after hearing your Sister is coming to Nevermore, you get much more than you bargained for.

Note: hi, this is Ornii, so for my own Canon I decided to Name Wednesdays twin “Vlad”, based off of Vlad the imapiler, who then inspired Dracula. Who’s full name is Vlad Dracul. Anyway into the story,

“Yes Mother I understand..” (Y/n) says calmly as he dresses himself. Standing before a long mirror inside his dorm room. Nevermore was his Home for the past year due to his, oddly charming and dark abilities, as he stands and oozes at his own charm he hears the voice of his mother from a crystal ball.

“Good my little Hell hound, I understand that it will be a bit different with your sister there. Please try and help her adjust to it. You know how, ferocious, she can be. Be patient with her.”

“Unfortunately I was not blessed with the patience you have. But I will, try.” You say, you hear a pleased him from mother and she ends the communication. As you exited your room for the first time today you immediately head to the entrance of Nevermore. Walking past students who give you glares or winks your train of thought you as quickly halted by a voice calling your name. You halt and turn to Enid approaching and slipping over, like an obedient pet.

“Good Moorning!~” she says in a very sing-song voice, you give her a smile on response.

“Good morning to you as Well Miss Sinclair, I suppose you have some gossip to share?”

“Well I’m not all gossip.”

“I doubt that—“

“But, I did get something so cool! A roomie!” She says, (Y/n)’s already slightly pale skin lost a bit more color. If his estimation was correct, his Bubbly, loving best friend is going to room with his literal Nightmare of a sister.

“Poor child.” You say.

“What?” She asks, confused.

“Nothing!” You say smirking, “I hope you enjoy yourself.” You say before leaving, as you enter the main driveway to Nevermore a long black vehicle pulls up and he watches with a devious smirk. The vehicles front door opens up and Lurch steps out. If Frankenstein wasn’t some Myth, that’d be Lurch. Tall, dead looking with a flat head. He Leers over and walks to the back, he opens the door and two step out, Mother and Father. Their gaze goes from the beautiful Nevermore to their Devilish son.

“There is my Hell hound.” Morticia says to (Y/n) who gladly accepts the hug from his mother.

“How does Nevermore fare against our Devil?” Gomez asks and (Y/n) just grins.

“It Never had a Chance, i learn from the best.” He says to them both, he looks past them.

“Is She here?” He asks, Lurch drags her belongings along and she steps out, a almost perfect copy of you, just much more feminine. Long black pigtails compared to your short black Quiff haircut. Wednesday never smiles but your devilish Grin could never leave your face sometimes. You walk over to her, and you both stop close to each other, you notice that you’re a few inches taller, as she has to “Look up” to you.

“Brother.” She Said with that cold attitude, you smirk at this.

“Hello To you too, Dear Sister.” You say, planting your hand on her shoulder. You feel her cold stare of disapproval.

“You know how I feel about contact.”

“I know, that’s why I’m doing it, you despise it.” You say with a laugh, You relent and hug her. You feel her tense up.

“You have three seconds before you lose your arms.” She says and you again let go.

“That’s the sharp tongue I know so well.” You say and motion for her to follow him.

“So, seems Mother and Father have finally shipped you off. What did you do this time?”

“A group of Mouth breathers were bullying Pugsley. The only person who gets to torture my brothers—“

“Will always be you.” You reply, and ask. “So, what’s the damage.”

“A boy lost a testicle.” She says, you half in her footsteps and turn to her.

“I tossed Piranhas into a pool, the rest is up to your imagination.” She says, you stare at her for a second and grin.

“So. You failed to get the job done? I would have poured Red-Bellied, they’re the most dangerous.” You say. As much as Wednesday hated most people, you were the one she hates the least. A small smile creeps along her face hearing your praise of her work. The family enter the principals office and begin conversation.

“Wednesday is certainly a unique name. I'm guessing it was the day you were born?” The Principal of the School Weems asks. (Y/n) and Wednesday sat next to each other, with Gomez and Morticia on opposite sides.

“We were born on Friday the 13th.” (Y/n) says, “from what I was told, Sparks were flying, rain was pouring, a beautiful sight. Unfortunately Wednesday was too busy trying to strangle me in the Womb for it to be absolutely perfect.” You say, you can feel her Ice cold glare hit your neck.

“Her name comes from a line from my favorite nursery rhyme, "Wednesday's child is full of woe." Morticia explains, “and (Y/n)’s comes from a famous ruler in history.” Morticia explains.

“You always had a unique perspective on the world, Morticia. Did your mother tell you we were roommates back in the day?” Weems says.

“And you graduated with your sanity intact impressive.” Wednesday responds coldly, weems was a bit taken aback by her Wit. She ignores this and keeps going.

“You've certainly had a very interesting educational journey. Eight schools in five years.” Weems says.

“They haven't built one strong enough to hold me.” Wednesday said. “I bet this place won't be any different.”

“What our daughter is trying to say is that she greatly appreciates the opportunity.”

“She’s a Modern day Hannibal Lecter. You know without the eating people, isn’t she just lovely?” You say grinning.

“Nevermore doesn't usually accept students mid-term, but given Wednesday's perfect grades and your family's long history with the school, I've spoken with the board and we've made an exception.”

“Isn’t that great?” You say smiling.

“Larissa, what about Wednesday's, um... therapy sessions?” Morticia said.

“The court ordered them. The school has a relationship with a therapist in Jericho. She can meet twice a week.”

“Did you hear that, my little storm cloud? You're in excellent hands.” Gomez says, and (Y/n) raises an eyebrow.

“She’s going to eat that therapist alive..” You said,

“I've assigned you to your mother's old dorm. Ophelia Hall.”

“Refresh my memory. Ophelia's the one who kills herself after being driven mad by her family, correct?” Wednesday said, and Weems might be in over her head.

“Should we go meet your new roommate?” Weems says, and they all leave, a look of worry was actually on You, fearing just what Wednesday might do to Enid. She skips over as the door opens and Enid sees (Y/n) and Wednesday.

“Howdy, roomie!” She says with such a cutesy adorable attitude.,

“Wednesday, this is Enid Sinclair.” You say.

“Are you feeling okay? You look a little pale.” Enid said worried.

“Wednesday always looks half-dead she was like this for our childhood.” You explain, and Enid looks confused.

“Our childhood?” She asks, you stand next to Wednesday.

“You don’t notice the resemblance?” You say, “Here let me.” You quickly stop smiling and perfectly mimic Wednesdays deadpanned face. They look perfectly identical and she sees the Addams Twins in full force.

“Oh. M. G! You’re his sister! You look so similar! It’s like looking in a mirror! Welcome to Ophelia Hall!” Enid reaches out for a hug and (Y/n) quickly shakes his head no.

“Not a hugger. Got it.” Enid says taking a step back.

“Please excuse My Sister, She's allergic to color.” You explain.

“Oh wow, What happens to you?” Enid asks, fearful of the answer.

“I break out into hives and then the flesh peels off my bones.”

“I used to throw colorful fruit at her.” You say with a smile. Weems interrupts and gives a stern smileS

“(Y/n), Enid, please take Wednesday to the registrar's office to pick it up along with her schedule, and give her a tour along the way.”

Note: I’ve always found the idea of Wednesday’ having a twin more fascinating due to her very antisocial behavior and personality, and I think they play off of each other so well, the insecurities and inferiority complexes these two ooze out is just, awesome. I want to do some incorrect quotes with them if people would enjoy those. The fencing fight would be very interesting as well.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 10 months ago

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AITA for being friends with someone my roommate didnt like?

ok this might be long but here we go. Last semester I had a roommate who I liked pretty well, and we had a mutual friend, H. At some point, roomie got mad at h because h had apparently outed someone as schizophrenic.

H is not exactly anti-weed, but she is very adamantly against it for herself and anyone else at risk of psychological complications from it. My roomie was smoking with someone who h knew to be schizophrenic, so h told the group that they were smoking with about her concerns. I don't really agree with the way h went about this, but I'm ashamed to admit I sort of forgot to bring it up with her.

Later, h told me that roomie was avoiding her, and we talked about her possibly apologizing and why it was something roomie was particularly sensitive to.

[I'm afraid there's something missing here, maybe something more that I did to drive roomie away. I dunno.]

Roomie began to avoid both of us, but I didn't realize that it was on purpose and I was probably forcing myself into conversations with them because of that. Eventually, roomie started to move out of our room without telling me. Somewhere towards the beginning of this, a mutual friend? of ours made a joke about them looking for a new roommate. I asked why their books were all packed up, they told me it was because they'd be taking them home for thanksgiving. I thought ok, sounds like a lie, but I'll give them the benefit of the doubt. I truly had no idea why they would be moving out. I gradually went a little crazy watching them sleep in another room and pack all their stuff up, all the while saying nothing to me about it. I finally asked them about it, and they told me yes, they were moving out. Problem is though I think they might've been upset about something already when I asked about it? But they said they were fine so I accepted that as the truth. Again, I dunno. I think I was rude during this interaction but sadly can't remember anything I said besides yelling maybe the start of a sentence and then cutting myself off.

They moved out the next morning. I offered to help, they asked me not to. I was really upset and, stupidly, decided to take it up with them. That evening when I asked if we could talk, they openly rolled their eyes at me. I know it's stupid and probably the most asshole-y thing in this ask, but that drove me crazy. I said some shit, I don't remember what, but part of it was that I was "disappointed" in them. I don't know what that was supposed to be but it was NOT what I wanted to say. They, understandably, were really mad. I left and, too soon, texted them an apology. They replied, not rudely, telling me they don't want any contact with me, but also said, and I'll paraphrase, that they knew h had told me some things (probably referring to the possible reasons they moved out) and [my] friend is one of the reasons [they] left because they like to lie. This really hurt me because I still have no idea what this was about.

Later on, I'm not sure how much later, I was talking to h while roomie and their friends were in the next room. h was saying some things about the situation that I thought were a little extreme. I don't totally remember the order of events but it somehow ended up that roomie was yelling at h and they said something about h "creeping on transmasc freshmen." H is a trans woman and a sophomore, we are college students. I have a vague idea of who this might be referring to, if not myself or my roomie, who I don't think identifies as transmasc, but h had led me to believe that things ended amicably with this third party.

Anyways this story doesnt totally fit the aita format but I just needed to write it all out. If you're involved in this story, please know I'm trying not to be mad abt it anymore which is why I'm submitting it here, I'm hoping to be told why i'm TA or NAH.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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towriteloveontheirarms · 1 year ago

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Hi would u write a Xavier one shot were he takes notes for reader because she falls asleep in botany and he wakes her up after class and offers to help her study the lesson in the library so she doesn’t miss out

Thank you so much for the request anon. <3 This was so fun to write I hope you like it.

Sweet dreams

pairing: Xavier Thorpe x reader

synopsis: You fall asleep in class, but Xavier makes sure that you don´t miss anything.

warnings: fluff, innuendo

word count: 0.6k

The second you sat down in the green house that afternoon, you had known that you most likely wouldn´t be able to pay much attention. Morning classes had stretched out like nothing ever before. And after spending all night awake in an attempt to catch up on studying for the exams to come. A futile attempt as it turned out and a major set back for the day, but you refused to stay in your room and catch up on the sleep all together as well. So, you dragged yourself through the day until the inevitable happened. Ms Thornhill had just started the botany lecture when your eyes grew heavy. Falling close multiple times.

“You can rest if you want. I´ll take notes for you.” Xavier whispered into your ear from right beside you.

The soothing circles his hand rubbed into your back made sleep seem like such a good idea. So, the next time your eyes close, your head sinks to the table. Cushioned by one of your arms and you give in to sleeps grasp on you. When you get shaken awake you don´t know how long it has been.

“Hey, it´s time to go.” Xaviers soft voice rings through to you.

Sitting up and rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you notice that the classroom is entirely empty. Save for the two of you.

“What about Ms Thornhill?” You ask in a raspy voice. Clearing your throat of the remaining drowsiness.

“It´s alright. I talked to her.” He reassures you. “Come on now. Let´s get out of here.”

You pack your back as quickly as possible and follow Xavier. Taking his hand into yours you lean on him as the two of you grab some snacks and then settle down in a quiet corner of the library.

Once there, he explains his notes to you, though it is hard to follow along. With your chin perched on your hand you listen to his voice, not really processing the words that come out of his lips.

“Anyone home?” You get ripped from your daydreams by a hand waving in front of your face.

“Huh? Yeah, sorry.” You blink away the remnants of your daydream.

“What´s got you so distracted?” Xavier gives you a half smile.

“Nothing... Have I ever told you that you have a really nice voice?” You reply with a smile of your own.

“Do I now?” He teases, earning an affirmative hum from you.

“Yes, you do.” You chuckle and lean over to peck his lips.

“You know, when you act like that I get in the mood for something that requires a lot less talking…” He murmurs only to be interrupted by a drawn out yawn falling from your mouth.

“On second thought… Maybe we should get you to bed. Let you catch up on that sleep you missed out last night. It´s late already anyway.”

“Yeah, that sounds like a great idea.” You stretch your arms over your head, letting another yawn escape.

Together you walk all the way up to your room. “I´d ask if you´d stay, but my roomie… you know?”

“I know. I know. It´s alright.” He hands you the notes he had taken for you. “You just make sure to get a good night´s rest before you look through those.”

“I will.” You nod.

“Good. Now, sweet dreams.” He kisses your cheek and turns to leave.

You watch him until he rounds the corner of the hallway and then get inside your room. You are barely able to put down your stuff and lie down. Sleep overtaking you once more the second your head hits the pillow.

#xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe x you #xavier thorpe oneshot #wednesday netflix #wednesday netflix one shot

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hae-yeon · 21 days ago

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334.The Second & The Third (3)

두 번째, 세 번째 (3)

“You remember what to do, right? An insertion site above the heart and–we should move over to the washroom, after all.”

As, even aside from myself, Yoohyunie would have to contribute his blood as well, the washroom was probably the better location. Since it would be difficult to properly explain ourselves, if we happened to leave any bloodstains on the bed. And Peace might get startled, besides.

“Peace-yah, it’s nothing to worry about, so you just wait patiently out here, ‘kay.”

- 끼앙.

I soothed, stroking Peace. Chirpie and Velare had headed back home with Yerimie. In Velare’s case, it was a bit tricky to let her linger at the hospital for very long in light of her venom; while for Chirpie, it was on account of missing being able to watch the TV. Chirpie, that guy, had used its teleportation ability to head home even before Yerimie officially took them back. Though it had returned before long, possibly because it had gotten bored of being there alone. What were you going to do when Velare had to leave for good, huh.

Taking off my shirt, I got to my feet as I stripped off the hospital garb. The washroom attached to the hospital suite was relatively roomy. There was even a patient-use bathtub installed inside. Taking out the Black Dragon’s Heart, I handed it to Yoohyunie.

“The painkillers.”

My dongsaeng asked, taking the heart shard from me.

“Don’t need any drugs. It won’t hurt much. I’ve done it by myself before, too.”

“But it’ll still hurt, though.”

“I’ll be alright.”

Why try to pull out now, when it hadn’t even been that long since we’d been flinging ourselves at each other with swords drawn already. Although I supposed we were in our actual bodies, this time. Reassuring him that it would be fine, I turned around to show my back to him. The wide mirror hung on the wall reflected my dongsaeng’s tightly pinched expression. If he kept making that face, he might get wrinkles at this rate. Or maybe he would be alright, on account of being an S-rank.

“The closer to the heart, the better, m‘kay.”

As I prompted him to carefully position himself, Yoohyunie let out a sigh and took out his Sovereign’s Sword. 스르릉, the spine-tingling sound of a blade sliding out of its sheath rang out from right behind me. Reflexively, all of my nerves stood on end. As my Fear Resistance was activated, it wasn’t out of a sense of dread. It was an instinctual response, born of accumulated experience. A sound that signified the start of a pending engagement. Already, I could almost taste the tang of blood coating my tongue.

Fingertips pressed against my back. Had I been unable to see my dongsaeng through the mirror, I might have shoved him away on impulse. My senses felt oddly focused, for some reason.

‘Is it because we’ve already had a go at each other.’

It had been a long time since we’d gotten to roll and buck around together like that. I’d experienced my share of rough treatment even since Regressing, but I still felt far more at ease when he was my partner, after all. And honestly, I did go to lengths to stay outwardly unmarred at least, even if Yoohyunie and Yerimie, alongside the others, were always telling me that I needed to take better care of my body.

Fingers skimmed lightly over my skin, ostensibly searching for the location of my heart. But he had probably found the position right from the start, so it was likely reluctance that was making him hesitate.

“...this Mark, it's not bothering you, is it?”

“Yeah. The Elder even took a look at it for me. Since it’ll be too difficult for me to try and utilize it the way it is now, I’m planning on asking Myungwoo to create an Item that’ll help me control it, so…….”

There hadn’t been any issues with it thus far, and so it seemed that leaving it be should be okay. Though in order to channel it properly, I’d have to get that Item commissioned after all. Perhaps because the Mark had been nearly completely sealed, aside from making it a bit easier to control my magical energy, there didn’t seem to be any adverse side effects.

“Hyung will catch a cold at this rate. Let’s hurry and do it, yeah?”

Though I wasn’t cold at all, I pressed him on. The hand that had been resting on my back withdrew, and the Sovereign’s Sword arced through the air in a wide semi-circle. The cool edge of a blade caressed my skin; my back prickled, ever so slightly.

“Did you make sure to penetrate me properly?”

Instead of answering, he lodged his sword into the floor. It sank in gently, without encountering any resistance, as though the white tiles were made of whipped Chantilly cream cakes instead. Then, the heart shard that had been temporarily stored in his inventory was taken back out, and pressed to my back. A hard, stiff object pulsating heat pushed insistently against my skin. Slowly channeling my magical energy, I activated Diarma’s Skill. I felt the sensation of a strong, burning presence penetrating into the innermost part of the entry wound that had been made, and permeate inside.

And then, the magic core was absorbed into the wound as well; to complete the final step, Yoohyunie rolled back one of his sleeves. Taking his sword into his hand once more, he laid the naked blade against his exposed forearm.

“Just a bit is–”

Before I could even finish my sentence, the blade sliced into his skin without warning. With a ghastly sound, a spray of blood splattered across the length of the mirror. Along with my back, as well as the side of my face, from when I had instinctively begun to turn towards him.

“Hey! I said it should be shallow!”

A deluge of blood spilled down, baptizing the wound on my back. Honestly, this dongsaeng! But even as I groused, I concentrated on channeling the necessary Skill. The Black Dragon’s heart shard and the magic core, plus Yoohyunie’s blood. The three commingled, stabilizing together. It was my hope that it would come to term faster than the Changeling.

“Just why did you do that!”

As soon as the magical synthesis had concluded, I whirled around to inspect that dongsaeng’s arm first thing. He hadn’t bothered to use a potion, nor had the flow of blood slowed. Was this guy using that sort of tactic in protest! My face fixed in a heavy scowl, I swiftly took out a potion to tend to Yoohyunie’s wound.

“Honestly, how could you do such a thing to yourself.”

“It doesn’t really hurt.”

“Bullshit.”

What was the point of going to the trouble of rolling up his sleeve, when his shirt ended up drenched in blood anyway. My back was definitely more than just a little damp too, fluid dripping all the way down to my waist. Not to mention the state of the washroom floor. It had been a good idea to move to the washroom after all, it seemed.

“How’re we supposed to explain this, huh. In any case, let’s rinse off first–there’s an extra set of overnight wear here, but I imagine it’s too small to fit you. Contact Haeyeon and ask them to send a change of clothes, ‘kay. The secretary’s office is on 24-hour call, right?”

As Dungeon Breaks wreaked havoc regardless of whether it was night or day, most major guilds typically had personnel on-call 24/7. Though things had probably settled down somewhat as of late.

“You’re alright though, hyung?”

Yoohyunie asked me worriedly as he extended a hand to rest on my forehead, apparently ignoring how he’d carelessly sliced into his own arm just a moment prior. As he mumbled you don’t seem to have a fever, at least, I fought down the urge to give him a swift smack upside the head.

“I’m fine, so look after your own body for a change too, alright. It’s a real case of the kettle calling the pot black, you getting onto me about every little thing and then going on to neglect yourself. Do you know how distressing it is for me, each time you…….”

My mouth snapped shut of its own accord at the image that rose in my head, unbidden. Yoohyunie cocked his head quizzically at me, before he spoke.

“Now that I think about it, my Skill–it necessitated that I inflict a wound on myself, huh. Not that it’s the case now, but.”

“...y-yeah, that’s right.”

“But you wouldn’t have seen it up close very much, right? Since we wouldn’t have been venturing into high-ranked Dungeons together, though I suppose a few low-ranked Dungeon raids may’ve been possible.”

“That’s, even if we hadn’t entered Dungeons together. There were the ranking tournaments, right. Those were broadcasted, y’know.”

As he stripped off his shirt, Yoohyunie’s eyes flashed with a glint of interest.

“I’ve been somewhat curious about those–how did I do, back then?”

“You? You withdrew from all of them.”

“What?”

“Because you stubbornly refused to venture out overseas. In terms of win-rate, you were considered second in the world, but the highest official rank you made was fourth. Up until the top eight, the matches took place inside of Dungeons–but from the top four onward, the designated locations were switched over to places overseas, on account of it being live televised events. Those typically took place somewhere in the middle of the ocean, on a deserted island of some sort. If the ranking tournaments were to take place now, I suppose Yerimie would be able to sweep all the competition away.”

And it was only due to the organizers making major concessions on Yoohyunie’s behalf, that he had even been able to make it to fourth place to begin with, too. Since it had meant that his opponent had needed to come all the way to Korea just to face him, then.

“The one ranked number one in the world was the Seseung Guild Leader, I presume.”

“Up until the point he disappeared, anyway. After that, most everyone was of the opinion that you were the one who deserved the rank of number one, Yoohyun-ah. Though there were a few bastards who saw fit to spew a whole lot of nonsense because of that premise too….”

Just remembering it was enough to piss me off again slightly. Some bullshit about how he’d only been awarded the title of first because the real one was gone, and that he wasn’t actually the strongest. My dongsaeng just hadn’t been given the opportunity to use the amazing Skills he actually had, alright! And because of that, my opinion of Sung Hyunjae had soured even further. Some people just insisting that asshole was the strongest, only because after the first ranking tournament, the organizers began fixing the ladders to avoid having the strongest contenders paired with each other at the beginning, and then Yoohyunie’s withdrawing meant they’d never gotten to actually fight against one another.

“Even without activating your Blade’s Predator Skill, you were capable of handily suppressing most other S-ranks with little effort. There were tons of people who were disappointed that you wouldn’t agree to go overseas, y’know.”

If I hadn’t Regressed–and particularly with Sung Hyunjae out of the picture–for the next ranking tournament, they might’ve done everything in their power to ensure the top four matches would be held in Korea. The public outcry to have him rescind his decision to forfeit, even if it meant that the matches couldn’t be broadcasted in real time, had been immense.

But why had people become so intent on that kind of mindless spectacle-watching, when the world was becoming increasingly destabilized, one might wonder; truth be told, it really came down to being able to view the display of strong Hunters clashing, as a kind of hope. A desperate hope that said, see–we should be able to survive.

“So, once the ranking tournaments open this time around–we’ll get you first place, ‘kay.”

I said airily, giving his shoulder a light nudge; Yoohyunie smiled in response. It seemed his mood had finally improved, once he’d been able to confirm that I was actually fine. Since Yerimie wouldn’t be able to participate for a fair few years yet, given that she was currently underage, that would be our window of opportunity. Once the Conqueror of Water became of age, well, it was as good as game over. The Earth was a blue planet, after all.

We hosed down the washroom, and after lengthy deliberation, simply incinerated the blood-soaked articles of clothing. As I was attempting to console Peace, who appeared to be distraught by the lingering scent of my and Yoohyunie’s blood, someone from Haeyeon came by with Yoohyunie’s clothes. They seemed leery regarding the sort of circumstances that might have necessitated that a fresh change of clothes be brought to him at the hospital. If they questioned us directly, maybe I should say that some soymilk had spilled on him, or something. That we’d attempted to just dry it off, but due to the strength of his flames, they ended up turning to ash instead.

I tried to convince him to go home and rest so he could be more comfortable, but Yoohyunie spent the rest of the night with me; he only left in the morning once we’d had breakfast together, and Yerimie had arrived to take his place. It was while I was flipping through the book Yerimie had brought me, still being barred from watching TV, that Moon Hyuna arrived for a hospital visitation.

“Hiya, hyung-nim. You’re looking pretty rosy now, huh.”

Moon Hyuna passed a basket laden with fruit over to me, as well as a small shopping bag. The logo printed on the shopping bag… It looked vaguely familiar.

“Erm, Hyuna-ssi, this…….”

“I heard from Soyoungie, that lately Director Han-nim seems to–”

“It’s absolutely untrue, ma’am! Please don’t tell me that it’s lipstick again?”

“It’s nail polish.”

“Hyuna-ssi!”

Cackling, Moon Hyuna tossed the shopping bag somewhere off to the side.

“I’m sure you’re more concerned about your health than you are your looks, hyung-nim, no. So why’ve you ended up in the hospital this time, pray tell.”

“My condition’s fairly stable now, ma’am. They just stuck me in here to make sure I got some rest, honestly. Since if I were at home, I probably couldn’t help but look for something to do.”

I was expected to check out by the next day.

“Hyuna-ssi, you wouldn’t be planning on going to Japan, would you be, ma’am? I presume you’re already being kept busy enough, with just the going-ons happening domestically.”

“It’s not as though I haven’t entertained the possibility of tagging along, but, well. Yermie’s supposed to be leaving tomorrow, I heard.”

“Yessir. I realize it’s relatively close by, but I can’t help but feel uneasy still.”

I probably would’ve felt more comfortable if Hyuna-ssi had been going with her, though. Pulling a chair over to settle in, Moon Hyuna spoke.

“And why’re you so concerned, hmm.”

“She’s just so young still, ma’am. And she’s told me that, once she becomes an adult, she’s even planning on traveling to the other side of the world too. Of course, in terms of danger, it’s not as though Dungeons pose any less risk, but even so–there’s a different kind of emotion it evokes, right, ma’am. I also wonder if she isn’t trying to take on too much just by herself, our Yerimie.”

Like that time with the shellfish. Unlike Yoohyunie, who appeared dead set on keeping tight vigil at my side, Yerimie already seemed to be making preparations to take off on her own.

“Even though it would be fine if she let herself rely on others a bit more.”

“That’s an easy thing to say, hyung-nim. But when it’s all said and done, you’re virtual strangers, right.”

“Ma’am?”

“Though the three of you may’ve been playing house nicely enough the past few months, fact of the matter is that you’ve really only known each other for those scant few months, right. Then on top of that, Yerimie is a high-ranked Awakened, and at her age bracket no less. There’s a lot of them that split off from their households, y’know?”

“Come again, ma’am? ‘Split off’?”

Moon Hyuna nodded her head soberly.

“Since it feels like they’ve suddenly become a grownup, capable of doing anything. And it’s true that they’re more powerful than most adults. So even in the case of middle schoolers, if they Awaken as high-ranked–no, mid-ranked, even–saying that I can live just fine on my own! There’s a lot of ‘em who end up just leaving home. There’s fewer cases of that happening within Korea at least, but overseas, it’s far more often than not. Director Han-nim’s own dongsaeng ended up running away from home too, right.”

“That’s, Yoohyunie’s case was a bit different…….”

“D’you know that Yerimie’s been going around acting as though she’s part of hyung-nim’s family, hm?”

A mischievous grin stretched across Moon Hyuna’s face.

“My family, ma’am?”

“Lately, Yerimie’s always going on about how ‘they can’t do anything without me,’ y’know. You should’ve seen the expression on her, hyung-nim. And even this past time, she’s preened about having been able to take care of not only hyung-nim, but the young master as well. Not to mention the gloating about how she managed to rebuff the Seseung Guild Leader’s attempt to pick a fight with you all, on top of that.”

I’d heard that Yerimie had put out calls here and there in Yoohyunie’s stead, but I hadn’t known that Sung Hyunjae had tried to start something.

“It’s more important than you’d think, that feeling of being needed by other people. A kind of desire to be acknowledged by others, you could say. Particularly when it comes to the people that you like.”

I found myself automatically nodding along to Moon Hyuna’s words. It was the same for me, too. Back then, when I had thought that there wasn’t anything I could do for Yoohyunie–it had been a really, truly difficult period of time.

“Wanting to be independent, and trying to prove that there are a multitude of things that you can accomplish with your own power. It’s not such a bad thing. Really the opposite, rather. And right now, Yerimie is at that stage in her life. Not to mention, she had to withstand several years of being treated like a non-entity in her previous household. She probably craves validation, right now.”

“...I’ve half a mind to go and raise merry hell at that uncle’s place still, ma’am, belated or not.”

“It’ll only tarnish your image. Since despite everything, he did raise her, after all.”

She was right, but it still pissed me off .

“So, my point is–it’s fine to feel a bit protective of her, but ask her to help out every now and then too, yeah. And not just some inane task like housework, but something that you might not be capable of doing yourself, hyung-nim. Something that isn’t just chores for the sake of it, but things that’ll convey to her ‘I need you in my life,’ see.”

“Even then, ma’am, it wouldn’t feel right to entrust her with what feels like heavier matters, I should think.”

“Considering she’s an S-rank, there shouldn’t be much that would fall into that category, no? If you were to ask her to help you move some heavy and important items around, it might prove a little taxing, but I’m sure Yerimie would feel happy. Leaving a kid out of affairs because they’re too young, that’s the kind of thing you do when the child in question is too young to actually be of any help. It’s one thing to keep them uninformed when it would only instill a sense of helplessness in them–there’s no sense in rebuffing them once they’re plenty capable. Kids pick up on all this anyway, y’know?”

“...you’re right, ma’am.”

Yerimie probably was already aware of everything she could be, at her age. I could finally feel my resolve hardening–that I should come clean to Yerimie too, after all, on the topic of my Regression. Despite repeatedly telling myself that I should, I had hesitated time and time again, worrying that I might be placing too heavy a burden on Yerimie while she was still so young. But following this talk with Hyuna-ssi, I felt as though sharing such an important secret with her might actually provide her with a significant sense of joy that I’d chosen to trust and confide in her, rather than saddling her with a weight she couldn’t handle.

“Still–I hope she won’t push herself too far by trying to do everything on her own either, ma’am. She did mention that she’d rely on us too if things really got too difficult, but since Yerimie’s plenty capable already to begin with.”

“It’s just you being overzealous, hyung-nim. Like I said, it’s only been a few months for you all, right? So long as hyung-nim keeps up the good work, she’ll learn to lean on you on her own, soon enough. Namely, she’s got front-row access to observing how hyung-nim’s dongsaeng behaves, right. Once she gets a bit more comfortable, I’m sure she’ll come around to thinking ‘I should be able to act like that too,’ y’know.”

Was that so. …of course, I’d welcome her growing to want to be a bit more spoiled by me like Yoohyunie, but she really shouldn’t mirror his, ah, other qualities. Though it didn’t seem like she was inclined to take after him in that direction, thankfully.

“Once again, I’m truly grateful that I have someone like you around, Hyuna-ssi.”

“Even if you fall for me, I can’t take responsibility y’know.”

Moon Hyuna smirked. T-that’s. Ah–it hadn’t been my intention to.

“You’re teasing me again, ma’am. I'm very aware of your high standards, Hyuna-ssi. I heard that you prefer people with features like the Seseung Guild Leader’s.”

“You’re plenty cute too, hyung-nim. I like you.”

“...that’s, ah, that sort of phrasing really invites misunderstandings, you know!”

I grabbed Peace, who had been sitting beside me, and clutched at him for a lack of a more suitable response.

“How are things at Breaker, ma’am?”

“Things’re fairly calm, for the time being at least. I’m still hard at work trying to seduce Liette over. Even a temporary contract would be considered a plus. No downside to having two S-rank Hunters on hand, right.”

“If the Seseung Guild Leader does end up taking his leave to go overseas, it should help draw attention as well.”

Moon Hyuna’s expression darkened in response.

“If Sung Hyunjae vacates his spot, then Evelyn would likely take on the position of Guild Leader in that case, yeah? That means I’d be forced to deal with her–just the thought of that prospect pisses me off already.”

“You really dislike her that much, ma’am?”

“Like I said, it’s a matter of compatibility. With her, anyway. Since Soyoungie should count as a quasi- S-rank with Comet in the mix, couldn’t she step into the spot instead.”

Had things panned out the way it had before, it would have been Soyoungie. I wondered why she and Evelyn-ssi seemed to be at such odds. She hadn’t seemed to be such a bad person, so far as I could tell.

“Ah, right–would you happen to have the leisure to briefly stop by Seok Hayan-ssi’s lab today, ma’am? I’d like to have Myungwoo come by the hospital for a bit, if possible.”

Noah would be there as well, yes–but even then, no one else was really able to measure up to Myungwoo's capability when it came to ensuring both the safety of both personnel and research materials. We would sometimes store the really important data in his Forge instead, for example. As a result, I felt reluctant to have Myungwoo just call out at this juncture, when so many outsiders were going in and out of the place.

“I was thinking of dropping by anyway, actually.”

Hyuna-ssi agreed easily. Since nothing seemed to be wrong with my body, I should use this opportunity to have Myungwoo inspect Blackie’s magic core as well, and then synthesize it. …not to mention, I needed to address the mana seal, too.

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♡ han seol conception chapter ♡

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Q) if han yoojin’s kids who were born from magic stones underwent genetic testing enabled by modern science&technology, would the results show yoojinie as a biological relative? A) as the species are different, straightforward genetic testing results would be difficult to obtain ^^ as han yoojin’s blood is mixed in, if you were able to separate only the human portion out and test that, then they would in fact appear as his children. for han seol’s case, the results would indicate that he takes after han yoohyun as well. yet, as the human portion is a mere fraction of the whole, at present, it would take very careful and thorough testing to show a distant relation between [han yoojin and the children].

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Q) i was curious about, in a 1-vs-1 situation, without any outside support involved, who might have the highest DPS(Damage Per Second)? of course, in a real combat situation, one’s teammates, the environment, and other circumstantial factors, etc., would all factor heavily into the outcome; but if you were to strip away all those external influences and just put the pure damage output values in descending order, i wondered what that might look like~ A) by the end of the novel, in terms of raw physical damage values, liette ranks the highest. due to her dragon-shifting ability, her strength is further augmented, and her Skills lend themselves to overwhelming melee prowess. among all of the s-rank hunters, she ranks first in that regard. no matter who, if any hunter were to approach liette without taking proper precautions, she’s almost certainly guaranteed to emerge victorious. in second place is moon hyuna. only, the pool in which she ranks second isn’t out of s-ranks as a whole, but out of the main cast that appears in the story. her weapon of choice is a massive lance, after all, and as her offensive power is bolstered by her Skills, to manage to block her head-on would be difficult indeed. third place is han yoohyun. his physical strength trumps moon hyuna’s, as second only to liette, but he places third because of the gap brought on by the weapon he utilizes + his Skill style. he’s not a straightforward close-quarters combatant, but as his hand-to-hand abilities do not fall short, his offensive power is still formidable. in fourth place is song taewon. as he is a tanker/melee hybrid, even without a high-ranking weapon, he still places in a respectable position. fifth place is sung hyunjae. he isn’t a melee class, nor does he possess an aptitude for weapons–but the biggest factor is his lack of Skills. he does not have any physical attack Skills, much less any support-type Skills ^^ if he were able to recover the Skills he possessed in the past, it would be a different story, of course; but because by the time the story has concluded, he has yet been unable to do so, his physical attack power ranks fairly low. of course, if the rankings took into account their final status at the end of the novel as the reference point, re: new attributes and special Skills, han yoohyun would come in at first place. he was able to melt down the Gardener’s shell, which even the Transcendents were unable to penetrate, after all. only, so long as he wasn’t in the <Perfected Blue Flame> state that jeopardizes even his own existence, he would be tied for the top spot with song taewon as well. as song taewon was able to channel the Lunar Eclipse’s devouring tidal force into offensive damage, if he were to stop repressing himself, he holds the potential to even surpass han yoohyun’s flame. he would place immediately behind the <Perfected Blue Flame> state, most likely. in third place would be sung hyunjae. as the two aforementioned individuals are essentially outlier cases, when it comes to ordinary Hunter skill levels, he would probably be the top ranking individual among all ordinary s-rank Hunters. by channeling electricity through an extremely high-value weapon that has been further reinforced via Skills, he’s capable of inflicting tremendous damage indeed. because electric attacks have a tendency to scatter and fizzle out when wielded inexpertly, they’re lower on the power scale offense-wise; however, as sung hyunjae possesses near perfect control, he is able to maximize the potential of his attacks. fourth place is evelyn. while she may fall short when compared to the main cast, in terms of s-rank Hunters as a whole, she still places in the upper bracket. as both her weapon and Skills are geared towards a single-target nuking style, a coordinated attack where both work in tandem is quite powerful. in fifth place is bak yerim. because she is AoE oriented and is relatively lacking in experience, she’s ‘weaker’ when juxtaposed against single-target attackers. what she lacks is ‘lethality,’ you could say.

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Q) i wondered which Hunter might be capable of inflicting the most amount of damage in a short time frame, as well as who might be capable of sustaining their attack for the longest, even if the ‘damage’ output is minimal! A) in both cases, it would be han yoohyun. in particular, where it concerns the latter, because of the nature of ‘fire,’ so long as there is the presence of ‘fuel’ that can be consumed, he is capable of ‘burning on’ in perpetuity. in addition to being used as offensive firepower, the act of ‘burning’ functions to endlessly replenish his mana supply. if han yoohyun were to be removed from the running, however, for the former, it would be liette. the latter would be bak yerim–supposing she had access to an environment such as the ocean which would work as a ‘buff’��or sung hyunjae. in the case of sung hyunjae, owing to his vast mana reserve and proficiency in channeling his Skills, the uptime on his attack duration is quite long. if the amount of damage inflicted were to be discounted as a factor, he’s capable of sustaining an ‘attack’ at the level of ‘static electricity that smarts somewhat’ on an ongoing basis, for example. as a matter of fact, he has gone about with an electric field around him acting as a cloak of sorts before, in actuality.

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Q) it appeared that even sung hyunjae, who was portrayed as being the strongest in korea in the first half of the story, had yet to be acknowledged as the strongest in the world by that point; then, where might the world’s strongest guild actually be located? A) a guild’s ranking is determined by their in-house Hunters’ rankings + the number Dungeons they maintain/those Dungeons’ grades. during the events of the novel, the actual extent of seseung guild’s reach/influence overseas was still kept hidden. because their activities were ostensibly limited to korea, it was believed that they possessed fewer Dungeons under their purview than other s-rank guilds overseas in an official capacity. additionally, during the span of time the story takes place, there hadn’t been enough data amassed to yet determine something like ‘which guild might rank first in the world’ ^^ as it preceded any such comprehensive ranking competitions, even if sung hyunjae was acknowledged as being strong, he wouldn’t have been considered an ‘official’ first place. from a pre-regression standpoint: if sung hyunjae hadn’t withdrawn from the world, it is likely that seseung would have naturally risen to the rank of first place; yet, owing to the absence of their guild leader, their place in the rankings becomes tenuous. leading up to his decision to go into seclusion, in light of their first place win in the ranking competitions, and the increase in in-house s-rank Dungeons with the formation of their overseas branch, seseung could be viewed as being ranked first in the world. following sung hyunjae’s withdrawal, it is presumed that han yoohyun is the one who comes in first in the Hunter rankings; and during the period leading up to pre-regression, it was widely agreed that he had managed to surpass sung hyunjae by then. however, as haeyeon guild never made a move to expand beyond korea, its ranking was only considered to be among the upper tiers of the s-rank guilds or so. by the post-series period, if, in accordance with seok shimyoung’s aspirations, they are able to make an international debut, haeyeon’s ranking would probably rise correspondingly. only–seeing as han yoohyun has no plans to leave his hyung’s side (and therefore venture outside of korea, by extension) as ever, seok shimyoung will likely have to project his hopes and aspirations onto bak yerim instead, rather than han yoohyun.

+(Q&A)

Q) how many languages does yoohyunie know? i seem to recall english making an appearance at some point in the novel, but when it was mentioned that he took out that translator Item when he met noah, i wondered if that meant he didn’t know french! was yoohyunie unable to understand what noah was saying, back then? A) he’s fairly fluent in english and, owing to their close proximity/the occasional business transactions, has picked up on a bit of japanese and chinese as well. during the span of time the main story takes place, as there hadn’t been a pressing reason for him to travel outside of those regions, he hadn’t bothered to properly learn french yet; however, pre-Regression, because of haeyeon’s position as a mainstay guild that represented korea, even if he hadn’t seen fit to venture out overseas, the need to conduct business meant that he’d acquired a fairly wide range of languages, accordingly. at the conclusion of the novel–while haeyeon's overseas networking venues has indeed seen a proportionate increase, han yoohyun plans to push the responsibility for foreign affairs matters onto bak yerim by using his child rearing duties as an excuse. but even so, he anticipates having to learn enough to be able to deal with paperwork as it arises, nevertheless. bak yerim maintains that eventually either a ‘perfect’ translation Item will be manufactured, or that korean will become a lingua franca, and thus eliminate the need for her to learn any others ^^

+(Q&A)

A) (moon hyuna’s ideal type) [like sung hyunjae,] moon hyuna also tries to focus more herself than others, but is partial to the cute(moe) type that seems to be the complete opposite from herself

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A) moon hyuna’s preference is for someone younger, who has a cute(adorable) side. to be honest, han yoojin scored fairly high in terms of personality and looks, but because he’s physically smaller and she views him more as a younger brother than not, he fell out of the running ^^ out of the other characters that are around, han yoohyun is younger but isn’t cute; sung hyunjae isn’t younger, nor is he cute; song taewon isn’t younger but is still pretty cute, so if she really had to choose one, wouldn’t it be song taewon–thinks moon hyuna. out of everyone that’s appeared in sclass, sigma is probably the closest to her ideal type. + there was an incident where, after finding out about moon hyuna’s preferences, kang soyoung went unnie, it’s a no from me unless it’s a dragon, so don’t fall for me! and earned herself a smack on the back for her trouble

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Q) i was curious as to whether we’ll be able to catch a glimpse of the ‘sigma and moon hyuna’s story’ alluded to in the contents of the afterword in the eventual spinoff, perhaps A) as it’s currently unclear whether or not sigma will have ‘woken’ by that time, it’s uncertain ^^

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Q) author-nim, i’ve really enjoyed my time reading my sclass; this is a question loaded with my own personal interest, but would it be possible for me and hunter moon hyuna to get married? i’m a fairly capable woman in her twenties, who is physically fit, with a stable career as well–if in sclass’s korea, whether same-sex marriage is possible^^;; A) taking into account moon hyuna’s current position, there might be some talk, but it shouldn’t be impossible ^^

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