#I will say woah a lot at cool sounding words :)

[practicalsolutions]

My boss, a particle physicist: "Yeah, back during the cold war, Reagan started dismantling some of our warheads because we had this agreement with the USSR that we would. The government subsidized a company in Pennsylvania to turn them into fuel for fusion. Quite a few uranium rods went missing while this was happening. The guy who ran the company happened to be an ex Israeli general. Israel did not have any nuclear production capabilities up until around that time. Even today nobody is quite sure how they got those.."

Me: *Sitting in his office for our 1 on 1 meeting.* Ah. Okay. Um. ... So in a week or so I'm gonna need to use PTO for something.

[tinydefector]

Marine Centre 9 - Merformers

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: none

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After the incident with Big Blue and Angelfish they had distanced themself slightly, more out of embarrassment over anything,  the felt bad for Big blue they had been pestering the crap out of him and he had been avoiding them due to ‘that’.

They felt stupid more than anything, it was getting close to a lot of animal's breeding season so it was only expected the oceanides would be going into season as well. They couldn't blame him for avoiding them, if the roles were reversed they would have been mortified. 

They are snapped out of their thoughts as the small group of kids walk towards the entrance of the centre. a smile crosses their lips as they see their little cousin bouncing towards them. “Hey kiddo, woah look how tall you have gotten!” They laugh while ruffling their hair. 

“Mum and Dad said you asked if I wanted to visit!, woah are those the Mermaids you work with! They are so pretty!” They exclaim in excitement as they move to rest on the jetty. The three other kids move closer to watch as well. 

"Look, it's coming over! Can it understand us?" one boy called. 

A girl squealed as Angelfish swam near, clearly awestruck. "Mum, its staring! I think it wants to say hi!" As she waves slightly at him. 

"Hello fishy! My name's Jill. What's yours?"

Angelfish chirped softly, tilting his head at the odd, high-pitched sounds. Their enthusiasm, like playful otters, was infectious. He trilled in greeting, watching with amusement as Jill gasped.

"He talked to me! Did you hear?" 

Her brother laughed. "Silly, it doesn't have a name or talk. It just makes noise like a dolphin." 

Jill pouted stubbornly as Angelfish whistled quietly, hoping she'd understand he was friendly.

They shake their head softly at the kids. "Alright everyone. These beautiful beings are Oceanides. Or as I'm sure you all call them Mermaids, merfolk." They explain to the children. "All of them here have names. This sweet boy here is Angelfish. And if you're really good some of the others might come over to say hi" they hum while motioning to Angelfish. As they sit down ushering for the kids to move closer. 

The children gasped in awe, gathering around eagerly as Quin sat with them to tell more. "Angelfish is curious about you all too," she said with a smile at the sweet oceanide. "He knows 'hi' and can understand something. Can any of you say hello to him nicely?"

 Two brave kids leaned forward, waving. "Hi Angelfish!" 

He chirped happily in response, floating closer as he twirls and shoes off in delight. "He's so cool!" exclaimed a boy. "Can he really talk?"

"Well, not quite like us," Quin explained. "But Angelfish and his pod use special whistles and clicks to communicate. They can recognize each other, share danger signals and even tell stories that way. It's amazing!"

"They sing a lot, Angelfish here loves cuddles but you have to remember they are wild creatures and not all of the mers are the same. We have a big one here who doesn't really like people. His name is The Meg but i call him Big man, but then we have Angelfish, Cherry and Babybee who do very much like people" they explain as Bluestreak presses his head into their lap.

The children listened, enthralled, "Angelfish seems to really like you," noted a boy. They smiled, stroking Angelfish’s frilled head where it rested against their leg. "I've spent time getting to know them all. Angelfish was the first to become cuddly towards me” 

Jill raised her hand eagerly. "What's Babybee like?" "Oh, he's the sweetest little thing, so curious and playful! Not much bigger than you. Just don't squeeze too tight if you're lucky enough to meet him." 

Questions kept flowing as the youngsters soaked up every detail. "Quin would you mind taking them to meet the Turtles and show them the Ray's?" They ask with a smile as they watch the group of kids. Their little cousin looked excitedly to spend time with them away from the other group.

"Of course!" Quin replied warmly. Gaining the children's attention, she spoke with kind enthusiasm. "Who would like to learn more about our shelled friends and the stingrays we have here?" 

A chorus of raised hands answered, swarming Quin as they stood. 

Quin grinned at their eager faces, leading the way. "Now everyone listen closely please no loud noises or quick moves that might startle. The sea life once we head inside"

As the other kids and their parents walk away with Quin, their little cousin stays with them, moving to sit beside them on the jetty. "Would you like to meet someone very special to me kiddo?" They ask giving their little cousin a slight nudge with their elbow. 

The kid nods eagerly, bright eyes alight with curiosity. "Yeah! Who is it?" Their feet kick softly against the worn wooden slats, "Is it one of the Mermaids? Do you think they'll let me touch their tail?" They inquire while watching the oceanides.

"I'm sure you can if they let you, but just wait" they make a loud whistle which catches the oceanides attention but it's a quick little blur of yellow and black that comes darting towards the jetty, cooing and calling. "Yes, yes hello bubba!" They laugh as the pup nearly climbs up onto them. Their cousin gasps in delight as the sunny blur of scales comes clicking and chirping over the water. "A puppy! No, a Guppy!" 

Small hands reach out eagerly to greet the bouncing bundle of yellow and black with a careful pat and giggle. Up close, its skin gleams so smooth, like the jewels piled in tidepools but alive with vibrant colours. Their wide eyes drink in every shimmering detail. The flicking fins, bright little face, bubbly noises of joy. "Omg! He's so cute. What's his name?" 

" This is BabyBee, he's the only pup we have here, remember when I had to look after a really sick baby mer, well this was him. He's rather attached to me now" they chuckle. Hoisting him closer so that their little cousin could meet him. "Say hi Baby" they coo softly to the pup. 

The kid grins wide, gently waving hello. "Hi BabyBee! I'm so glad you're all better now. Thank you for coming to visit us." They gently pat his shimmering skin, marvelling at the silken texture. But even more amazing were the strange sounds he made.

"Bubba hi! You nice," Babybee chirps back, nuzzling their palm for scritches. His caretaker hugging him sends joy bubbling up his frame. They chuckle watching their little cousins face in shock hearing bumblebee talk. "Shhh, you're the first person outside of me to hear him talk. Don't want a lot of people knowing. " they whisper. As Babybee purrs and plays with their fingers.

Quickly pressing a finger to smiling lips, they nod eagerly. "It's our secret, I promise!" they whisper back. Gently wiggling fingers to play peek-a-boo. Bee wiggles his fins and frills giggling as he plays. His joyful chirps and trills make them smile in delight over being so taken with someone to play with. 

"He's the reason I asked your mum if you wanted to come stay with me for the weekend. Once the tours over with the other people I'll take you to the beach. You can come play with him and meet the others" they explain. Their cousin's eyes light up brighter than the midday sun. "Really?! I get to come here and play with Babybee all weekend?"  

"Thank you thank you! It's the best present ever!"

"Anytime kiddo" they give a partial hug to them. "All right bubba, you gonna go back in, I'll be back later" they coo to the pup as they settle him back into the water.

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From his perch on the rocks, Megatron watches the unusual exchange with contemplative interest. He hadn't ever seen the caretaker with spawn of their own, but to see how close this small one was with them he could only suspect.

Meanwhile, chatter rises high as ever among the gathering pods. "Didja see that?" Skywarp titters eagerly. "They are introducing their own kin to Bumblebee!" 

Ever-hopeful Bluestreak chirps with joy. "Just think of all the fun those bitlits will have playing! Don't that just warm your frills, Ratch'?.  Bumblebee has a playmate now"

Ratchet hums softly, as Bumblebee trills a farewell before darting back to play, Bumblebee chirps and whistles eagerly, spiralling around the gathering pods with buoyant glee. 

"Didja hear dat, didja hear? De bitlit coming to play wif me!" His words are quick and jumbled in his delight. “I saw pup, making new friends are you” Ratchet coos while checking the bitlet 

Rodimus rumbles a muted warning to his peers. As they swam closer, frills flared showing off the colours "Easy now, don't scare our soft-skins with your antics." 

But Sideswipe whistles an impish laugh, spiralling through the water with flared colours on proud display. "Aw, come on Roddy! Let'em see what they're missing!"

Bluestreak chirps from the jetty, a webbed hand resting on their leg as he coos up at them again. He whines softly before attempting to mimic one of their words again. “Bu..bubba?” He calls out his big black and blue eyes staring up at them pleadingly. 

Ever eager to one-up his peers, Sunstreaker slowly swims his way closer. He lets out a small growl at Bluestreak only for the soft skin to growl back at him. A smug look crosses his face as he lets out a pleased rumble.

Meanwhile, Jazz and Mirage watch in amusement. “You'd think if they were that desperate they'd go looking for another walker” Mirage states and Jazz just shakes his head in amusement. “five shells Sunstreaker is the one who woos them” Jazz hums to the other. 

Arcee watches before finally deciding she was going to give It a shot. “Move out of the way Guppies” she calls, pulling herself up onto the jetty partially as she flares her frills and calls out in a little melody at the softone even as they begin to walk away. It earns a look from them and it makes her feel rather smug. 

“Eat my tail you lot” she sparks at the boys.

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Later 

Laughter echoes across the sand as Their cousin runs across the sand towards the water. giggling wildly, as they move up onto the rockpools that line the coast. 

Bee zips towards shore with gleeful whistles. Breaking the waves as a bubbly blur of yellow and black scales. "Bubba! Bubba, here! Play now, yay!" He trills, wriggling onto the rocks and into the pools to follow. 

Small hands pat his slick hide with utmost care and delight. "Hi Babybee! I'm so happy to see you again. Did you have fun while I was gone?" Together they tumble into the foamy surf that washes into the shallow area of the rock pools, the pup chattering eagerly. "Don't leave the rock pools please, you two can play in the water but don't leave my sight" they state in a stern voice.

Babybee chirps obediently, while their little cousin nods eagerly at them. "We'll be good, we promise!" they call, small hands clasped around smooth yellow-black scales. Together pup and child splash and play among the glittering tidepools teeming with hidden worlds. Shrimp dart from probing fingers, anemones bloom neon against stones. 

Babybee chatters happily, chasing crabs and crunching down on them when he catches one, holding out some to his new friend who declines the crustacean. but trading shells and stones that they find as they giggle and play together. 

They move to sit with their feet handling into the water of the pool, eyes watching them cautiously as they settle into the shallows chasing little fish and crabs. It was peaceful even as the oceanides began pulling themselves out of the water to watch in delight to see the pup having a playmate. 

The Megs massive silhouette glides unseen amidst the dark swells, scarlet gaze fixed upon the two playing in the water. Within the pools, Bee chitters happily as he snaps at darting fish, kicking up frothy swirls for his small companion to squeal and giggle over. 

They feel the large presence of Oceanide behind them, tilting their head back slightly before smiling at the large Mer. " Hey Big man, you want a cuddle?" They coo softly as he makes himself comfortable on the rocks, chin resting against his arms as he watches the two younglings play. 

He regards them as they lean against his bulk with a considering hum. His rumble carries distant notes of laughter. Gently his serrated tail curls to grant shelter from the sea breeze. Bee's little trills echo the puppy's pure joy, swimming circles around their companion. 

They go quiet for a moment as they lean against him as they watch the two. "I'm sorry I couldn't save your pup, I keep thinking back to what I could have done." They mutter softly. "It should be your pup out there playing with Bee". 

 They nearly gasp as he moves, bright scarlet eyes locked on theirs as he brings his forehead to rest against theirs. With great care he nuzzles their brow, letting a soft whine leave his throat.

They hold onto him as they both continue to watch Bee and their little cousin. The Meg remains a watchful, silent guardian. 

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The Evolution of Friendship Pairing - Steve Harrington x HendersonSister!Reader Summary - After Steve is attacked by Billy Hargrove, you're shocked to find the guy still attempting to protect you as you two go into the hub to try and buy Eleven some more time. It makes you wonder. Are you and Steve Harrington actually . . . friends? Word Count - 3.3k Warnings - Language and canon typical violence Steve Harrington x HendersonSister!Reader Masterlist

Things started to come back to you slowly. Like the fact that the kids were arguing, the world seemed to be moving underneath you, you were leaning against something solid, and your head hurt like hell. 

Then the memories hit. Billy showing up at Will’s. Steve defending you and the kids, and then Steve getting the shit beat out of him. You remembered thinking Billy was going to kill him if he kept going. You remembered thinking that couldn’t happen. You remembered doing a lot of not thinking as you jumped on Billy’s back and tried to strangle him to get him off Steve. 

You couldn’t remember much after that, but you were distracted from your thoughts by a voice that was very near to your ear, groaning, “Nancy?” 

Your eyes opened, and everything was a bit of a blur for a moment. It wasn't until you felt a body shifting underneath you that you realized the something you had been leaning against had been a person. When you forced yourself up, you realized that person you had been leaning against was Steve Harrington. 

Or at least you were 95% sure it was Steve Harrington. 

God he looked terrible. His face was swollen in several different places, blood still stained his skin, and he looked out of it. You watched as he reached up to touch a part of his face, and your brother, who was now also coming into focus, said “no, don’t touch it,” and tugged his hand away. 

You took that moment to look around you, and suddenly realized why it felt like the world was moving underneath you. It’s because it was. “Dustin, what the fuck?” You said, an edge of panic creeping into your voice. 

“You’re going to keep straight for half a mile, then make a left on Mount Sinai.” Lucas told Max from the passenger seat. 

From the passenger seat because Max was driving. 

“What’s going on?” You heard Steve’s groggy voice say. 

Max looked back at you, and that’s when he seemed to realize what was going on. “Woah, oh my God!” 

“Just relax,” Dustin tried to speak in a calming voice, but it freaked you out more. “She’s driven before.” 

“Yeah, in a parking lot.” Mike spoke up. 

Your heart started pounding in your chest as you flew down the road. Flashbacks flew by in your mind of another dark road, the screeching of tires, the crash of metal ripping . . . 

“They were going to leave the two of you behind, but I promised you’d be cool.” It was Dustin’s voice, but it sounded far, far away. All you could hear echoing in your mind were the ghosts of your screams for your dad and for help. 

“Stop the car! Slow down!” Steve said as Max pressed down on the gas. 

You couldn’t breathe. Your hand slid up and down your chest, rubbing the skin and trying to somehow get some air in your lungs. The car was going too fast. It was too dark. Max was going to get you all killed. “S-Stop the car.” You managed to gasp out. 

“I told you they were going to freak out.” Mike told Dustin. 

“Everybody shut up! I’m trying to focus!” Max yelled. 

A hand gripped your wrist, and you snapped your gaze over to the man sitting beside you. Steve caught one look at your face and started yelling. “Stop the damn car!” 

Faintly you could hear them yelling at Max to make a turn, but your gaze was flickering from the road back to Steve. You couldn’t tell if you were yelling or everyone else was. You couldn’t even tell what was real anymore. Your vision was flashing in and out. One second it would be Max driving the car, next it would be your dad, smiling back at you as headlights flared in the front windshield. Your heart was pounding so hard in your chest you felt like at any moment it would explode and kill you too. 

Then the car turned to the left, the tires screeched, and you couldn’t take it. You squeezed your eyes shut tight and clawed at your chest. 

“It looks great sweetheart.” 

“Dadddddd . . .” You whined. “You didn’t even look.” 

“That’s because I know without looking it’s going to be amazing.” 

You smiled, but then it turned back into a pout. “But I’ve gotta know if it’ll match Dustin’s nursery or not.” 

Your dad sighed, and took his eyes off the road glancing back at the picture you were holding up. When he saw what it was, he started to smile. “It looks as amazing as I pictured it.” 

But something else had caught your attention. A truck, heading straight for you guys which normally wouldn’t have been a concern, but . . . It was on the wrong side of the road. “Dad!” You screamed. 

But it was too late. The sound of glass shattering, tires screeching and metal crunching filled your ears. Your dad was groaning, then he was screaming. He was screaming your name, and you were pressed against something hard - 

Except that wasn’t your dad’s voice, and the something hard you were pressed against wasn’t the car. It was moving, rising and falling, and a hand held your head against it. As your senses started to flood back into your body, you realized there was another hand pressed against your back. You let out a gasp of air as the hand stroked down your back. “Jesus Christ, Dustin! Your dad died in a car crash with your sister, and you thought it’d be a good idea to drag her into a car unconscious with a kid driving?!” 

You weren’t in the car with you Dad. You were with the kids and Steve. You took another gasping breath and inhaled a woodsy and metallic scent. Steve’s cologne and blood. You were pressed against Steve’s chest and any other time you would have been embarrassed, but you were still too panicked to be thinking clearly. Your fingers curled into fists at his chest, gripping his shirt, and you grounded yourself to him. It was the present, you were not in that car anymore. You repeated the words in your mind as Dustin and Steve kept arguing. 

“I didn’t - I didn’t know that would happen. When she drives at night she’s fine.” Dustin sounded upset, and you felt a flash of guilt for how long you had kept this bottled up. 

You remembered the first time it had happened, and how it had flipped Eddie, who was already a terrible driver, out. He had pulled over and had to spend fifteen minutes calming you down. Driving wasn’t the problem. If you were driving, you were in control. You were the one who could keep everyone safe, but when someone else was driving, if they got distracted, it could mean another death. “It-it’s okay,” you gasped out, and you knew you should pull yourself away from Steve, but you didn’t want to. He was your anchor, and you were scared if you pushed yourself away you’d be thrown right back in that memory. You realized how pathetic you must look though, and loosened your grip on his shirt. “I-I I’m sorry.” You whispered.

Steve’s hand grabbed one of yours. It was swollen and bloody, but you didn’t care. It was something else to keep you in this moment. “It’s okay, stay here until we stop all right? Then we can murder these shitheads together.” 

You let out a shaky laugh, and let yourself rest back against his chest. Keeping your eyes closed, you tried to make yourself concentrate on lining your breaths up with Steve’s and not how fast the car was going. When it screeched to a halt, you let out another gasp and Steve squeezed your hand. You heard the kids moving out of the car, and then you allowed yourself to look up at Steve, who hadn’t moved. “I’m sorry I freaked out.” You told him, embarrassment heating up your cheeks. 

He was shaking his head before you could even finish. “You don’t have to apologize for that. It’s those assholes who should be apologizing.” 

A weak smile formed on your face. “I know you didn’t get to meet her, but El is pretty awesome. They want to help her.” 

“So what you’re saying is, they’re not gonna give up.” Steve said, watching them out the open door as they all ran around to gather supplies. 

You shook your head. 

Steve groaned. “Shit, shit, shit.” You watched as he climbed, well stumbled is probably a better word, out of the car.

You were still shaking, but nowhere near as bad as earlier. The car had stopped, and you were back on solid ground. You knew if you and Steve were going to keep these kids from killing themselves, you were going to have to get it together. So you took what felt like your first deep breath in years, and climbed out after him, grabbing a hold of the door when you had a momentary dizzy spell. 

“Get me my shit Henderson.” Steve said to your brother as he made his way to the back of the trunk. “I’m not going to have all of you die on my conscience.” 

Moments later Dustin was handing Steve a backpack and his bat, and handing you a flashlight and a bag of who knows what. You followed the kids to a hole that Mike and Lucas had already jumped in. Steve stumbled down before you, and once again, you found yourself worried about his injuries, and if he could even handle this. You didn’t say anything though, just let out a sigh and jumped down. 

You hadn’t even noticed Steve was waiting there to catch you, and heat rushed to your face as he put you on the ground, your faces inches apart. “Uh- thanks.” You said, your voice still a little breathless, but this time you didn’t think it was because of the panic attack. 

Steve nodded, and you took a step back, turning your attention to the tunnel around you. 

You’d never seen anything like it. It was covered in black vines with white particles floating in the air that you were sure weren’t supposed to be inhaled. There was something so . . . Uneasy about it. You couldn’t ever recall feeling so unsettled. 

“Holy shit.” You heard Steve murmur behind you. 

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure it’s this way!” Mike yelled, pulling you out of your thoughts. 

“You’re pretty sure, or you’re certain?” Dustin called from behind you. 

“I’m 100% sure! Just follow me and you’ll know!” Mike called back frustrated. 

“Woah, woah, woah, hey!” Steve rushed forward, and you grabbed his arm to help steady him when he stumbled. “I don’t think so. Any of you little shits die down here, we’re getting the blame.” He gestured towards the two of you. “Got it dipshit?” Steve told Mike, snatching the map from him. 

As you looked forward a little bit of panic made you bite your lip. You really weren’t sure if Steve was physically capable of this right now. “Steve . . . Maybe you should let me take the lead on this.” You said, giving his arm a squeeze. 

Steve turned to you, but you couldn’t read his expression with how covered up his face was. “If I’m not letting them lead, what the hell makes you think I’d let you?” 

Irritation, and you were surprised it took you this long to feel it, flooded your body, and every bit of worry about his state left your body. Did he not think you were capable of handling this? Much less that he could control you if you decided to? “Let me?” You said, the tone in your voice telling him to reconsider his words. 

He held his hands up defensively in front of him. “Yes, yes, I know you’re a badass, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to try and protect you.” Steve said, and started walking forward and gesturing to the kids to follow him as if his words hadn’t stopped you in your tracks. 

Steve Harrington, the most popular boy at Hawkins High, wanted to protect the nerdy school slut. If you had told yourself this a year ago, you would’ve thought you were out of your mind. He meant it though, you could sense how genuine he was with his words. A warm feeling settled in your chest to replace the irritation, and you were too stunned to even argue anymore. 

“Are you sure the two of you aren’t dating?” A muffled voice said, and you turned around to see Max, and below her googles you could see a raised eyebrow. 

Her words startled you so much you stumbled back from the force of them. “W-What?” 

She shrugged. “He seems to care about you a lot. Just an observation.” She said, before following after the others as if she hadn’t rocked your world either. 

When Dustin stopped in front of you, you were already rubbing your forehead, nervous about what other thing was going to be revealed to you. “What?” You groaned. 

“I’m sorry- About the car.” He continued when you looked confused. “I didn’t - I didn’t think about Dad. I just didn’t want to leave you there in case Billy woke up-”

You felt bad, reaching out to wrap an arm around your little brother’s shoulders. “It’s okay, Dustin. You didn’t know.” You started to lead him towards the others. “We can talk about it after we save Will and Eleven, okay?” 

Dustin nodded, but still looked upset. 

After what seemed like miles, and a slight scare when Dustin inhaled some of the dust things that were flying around, all of you entered a chamber. A chamber where multiple tunnels seemed to meet. “All right Wheeler,” Steve said, taking a look around. “I think we found your hub.” 

“Drench it.” Mike said. 

You all ended up covering as much as you could of the place in gasoline, and then all gathered back in the way you came, Steve in front with the lighter, and you right behind him with the rest of the kids all gathered around you. “You guys ready?” Steve asked. 

After everyone affirmed, Steve looked at you. 

You nodded. 

It didn’t take long for everything to catch fire, and your hand reached for Steve’s jacket, almost absentmindedly clutching the fabric in your fists as the tunnels seemed to come alive. The vines flew up into the air, tangling around each other. It was almost as if they were . . . Screaming. 

“Let’s go!” Steve yelled, and took off at a run back through the tunnels. 

As you had before, you took up the rear, letting all the kids ahead of you and making sure no one was left behind. In fact, you kept such a close eye on them, you didn’t see the vine until it was too late. 

Once you hit the ground, you watched in horror as it wrapped around your leg, crawling up your body and pinning you to the ground. You let out a scream, attempting to kick it off of you, but it was no use. It had you in too tight of a grip, and terror filled your body as you felt one of them wrap around your neck. You heard Dustin scream your name, and everybody started running back, Mike and Dustin grabbing a hold of one arm each and trying to tug you out of the vines’ grip. 

“Back up!” You watched with wide eyes as Steve ran towards you, and swung his bat down on top of the vines, making them almost screech and let you go. You let out a gasp of relief, and Dustin and Mike let go of your arms as Steve held one out to you. 

You took it without hesitation, and let him help pull you up. When you were standing, he didn’t let go of your hand, giving it a squeeze.

“You okay?” He asked, and the concern in his eyes was clear. 

Your heart was still pumping fast, but you weren’t so sure it was the vines anymore. Afraid to speak, you nodded, giving his hand a returning squeeze. 

That’s when you guys heard the growl. 

Steve’s reaction was immediate. He used his grip on your hand to tug you behind him, and the rest of the kids hurried behind the two of you, except for Dustin who was staring at the demodog. “Dustin! Get away from that!” You hissed. 

Dustin held up a hand to all of you. “Trust me. Please.” 

“I absolutely do not trust you right now. What the fuck-” You tried to go to him, but Steve kept you behind him, his eyes locked on Dustin and the demodog who you now realized was Dart. “Is this shit working?” You whispered to Steve as Dustin began to get some candy out of his backpack. 

“Looks like it.” Steve said, sounding as confused as you felt, but nevertheless, when Dustin gestured for you all to run past Dart, you did. It wasn’t until you heard the growling again, this time way more than just Dart’s, that you started running again. You helped Steve get the kids back up the rope, Dustin making it through when shadows started appearing on the wall. “Come on! I’ll hoist you up!” Steve yelled at you. 

You looked up at the hole where the kids were screaming at the two of you to hurry, but you knew it was too late. You’d never both get up in time, and the thought of leaving Steve down here wasn’t an option. Especially not after what he’d done for you in the car. “I’m not going without you Harrington.” You told him. 

The only part of him you could see was his eyes, darkening slightly as they looked at you. He didn’t have the chance to say anything as the first creatures appeared around the corner. You let out a noise of surprise as your back was pressed against Steve’s chest with his arm around you in an iron grip, his bat at the ready in the other. 

But they ran right past you. 

You heard Mike say Eleven’s name, and realized that she must be closing the gate. You looked up at Steve, who still had you pressed against him even though the dogs were long gone. He seemed to be in another world, staring at the spot the dogs had disappeared to. You knew you should say something, but you couldn’t help but take a second and absorb how it felt to be held so tightly. Somehow Steve felt . . . safe. It was like nothing could touch you because you knew he was going to protect you. Not to mention how it almost seemed like you just . . . fit against him so well. 

Oh god you could not be having those kinds of thoughts about Steve Harrington. That wouldn’t turn out well for anyone. 

Your hand reached up, grabbing his arm that was still around you and giving it a squeeze. “Hey. You okay?” 

The words seemed to shake him out of his thoughts, and he looked down at you, his voice a little breathless when he responded. “Yeah, you?” 

You shrugged. “I guess I’ve been worse.” You admitted. “Now, can you help me get out of here?” You asked, nodding towards the hole. 

“Next time would you just listen to me and go when I tell you?” Steve asked, letting go of you. 

He didn’t take a step back though, and you didn’t either. Instead you turned your body to face him, shaking your head. “Sorry, I won't abandon my friends to their certain death. You’re going to have to get used to it.” You said with a shrug.

You couldn’t see his face still because of the handkerchief, but there was a note of amusement in his tone when he replied. “We friends now, Henderson?” 

A smile formed on your face as you looked at him. You hadn’t even had a second thought about the words before they left your lips, and you were startled to realize that they were true. “Yeah, Harrington, I think we are.” The two of you were friends. You could share more with him than most now. 

So why did the word friend still feel weird on your lips?

[notyourhetloki]

sleepover (Ken x GN Reader)

Reader: gender neutral

/Ken x Doll!Reader/

A/N: Hey! So... my requests are closed BUT with you'd like anything about this pretty himbo I would love to write it! Just send me a message ;)

Warnings: Technically SFW but very suggestive themes, I think "kissing laying down" would be equivalent to sex in Barbieland so… yeah. THEY DON'T HAVE GENITALS.

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Now that Ken was your official boyfriend and you had gone on several dates together, you decided it was time for the next step.

When you invited Ken for a sleepover at your house, he almost burst into tears at how happy he was... but of course, he tried playing it cool. "Sure, doll."

In your bedroom, you watched movies as you played dress up, trying to match as many outfits as possible. You painted each other's nails and brushed each other's hair, gossiping about other dolls... you had a lot of fun!

As the night continued, you grew closer and closer to each other. Sitting on your bed with thighs and shoulders touching. He just couldn't wait any longer, so he went for it eventually.

Ken kissed you tenderly at first, holding the side of your face with one hand and holding yours with the other. You had kissed a hundred times by now, but it always felt like the first time...

Then, the kiss deepened. Ken was now holding you by the waist, desperate for some more contact... you hummed in approval as his tongue grazed yours and he smiled against your lips.

You parted to breathe, and a thought came to your mind... it felt a little dirty, but you assumed Ken wouldn't judge you. "Ken, what if... what if we like, kiss but... laying down?"

He gasped, putting his hand against his mouth. You soon realized he was blushing HARD, and you regretted saying anything. "Sorry! Am I going too fast? I didn't want to-"

"No! It's ok! I mean, I didn't think you'd ask, but... I'm down for it. I... really want to." Ken looked at you with soft blue eyes, almost pleading. He would never admit it but he was really needy, and just the thought of being more intimate with you made him shake in excitement.

"Oh! Ok, then... c'mere, baby." He loved when you called him 'baby', so he gladly obliged, laying down next to you on your bed. You started kissing immediately, hands roaming all over.

After what felt like a few minutes, Ken suddenly moved to be on top of you, kissing your jaw, then down your neck... A sound escaped your throat and you weren't quite sure what it was. But you liked it... really much.

"Ken... you're so good..." you whispered, and immediately you felt him shiver. God how he loved to be praised... it made his entire day, week even. He adored being praised by YOU specifically, and those words... in these circumstances... it made him feel something he didn't quite understand yet. Like a heat in his chest, in his belly... he wanted more.

"(Y/N)... please... say that again..." His eyes suddenly darker by his blown-out pupils, mouth slightly agape, hair all messy... he looked beautiful.

"You're so good, Ken... You're amazing..." You were cut out by his mouth crashing into yours, lips working fiercely while tongues danced around. It was messy, something you two were not accustomed to. It felt dirty but so good... you grasped Ken by his hair and he hummed in approval, while he grabbed at your waist and thighs, making you whine.

He eventually moved to your neck again, and you had the chance to think out loud. "This is how they do it in the Real World, right?"

Slightly out of breath, Ken looked up at you and responded. "Most definitely."

You two would make out for hours, grabbing and touching and kissing until you grew tired and decided to sleep. You hugged Ken from behind while he adjusted in your bed, completely overjoyed.

In the morning, while having breakfast, you two discussed the night before. "Woah... it was awesome. Like, the best experience I've ever had!" Ken exclaimed energetically. "Maybe next time we can do it like the movies?"

You looked at him in innocent confusion, expecting him to elaborate. "You know, with... less clothes..." His head was slightly down, so his eyes went up to meet yours, just like a puppy. You blushed hard at the thought, but smiled and nodded, seeing his expression change from pleading to relief to happiness in a matter of seconds. "Cool."

"Like the movies, huh? How long have you been thinking about that?"

"Uh... for a while now." He admitted, bringing his hand behind his head and flexing his bicep in the process, drawing a big smile from you.

"So... do you have any plans for tonight?" You asked mischievously, resting your head on your hands.

Ken looked right into your eyes before licking his lips and imitating your pose. "For you, I'm always available."

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[thesuperiorrobin]

Rainy days~

Pairing: Damian Wayne x Fem!Reader

Word count: 738

Warning: mentions of make outs. Reader likes thunderstorms, reader and Damian being grossly flirtatious.

A/n: i have been a lot of thunderstorms here where I live.

You like the sound of the rain hitting against your bay window as you sit down next to it with pillows surrounding your body. It puts you at ease. But it goes dead on your ears as you deepen the kiss with Damian. Hands on both his cheeks as lays in between your legs, supporting his own weight by keeping both hands on each side of your thighs. As you eagerly pull him closer then he already is, he almost loses his balance—chest to chest. Oh he likes it you think to yourself feeling him lean closer in. Damian’s not the first to break free from you—it’s you who does it out of the lack of oxygen in your lungs. There’s a dazed expression on the boy's face as you pull away, his eyes never leaving your lips. He wants to go back in but he waits until you fully have your breath back, until then he fixes his bent down posture but still holds his position in between your legs.

“It’s almost like the rain puts you in some sort of trance every time” he says laughing a little as he wipes his mouth with the back of hand. A small hum leaves past your lips as you lean your head up against your window

“Rain sets the mood, No?” Your hand reaches up to trace his jaw gently “it’s very…..I don’t know. It sets the mood "

"mhm I wonder what mood that is” there’s a hit of sarcasm laced in his voice, you roll your eyes and gently place both hands on his cheeks

``please” you say “you aren’t complaining. You like this mood” he lets out a soft hum nodding gently as he does so.

“I don’t think I’ve ever complained about this mood of yours, honestly” Damian leans in closer, whispering against your swollen lips ``Rainy days like these are my favorite”

“Mine too, especially the ones where I get to have you all to myself” he goes in for another kiss and you do the same, but the sudden flash of light up in the sky and the delayed sound of thunder catches your attention as you peel yourself off him. He didn’t like it, groaning as you stared out the window with a bright smile on your face.

“Woah! Holy shit! Did you see that?!” You point out excitedly out the window, finger pressed up against the slightly foggy glass. “It looked so cool!” The mood has been changed drastically, from one mood to another as you seem to idolize the faint light and loud boom. Damian doesn’t keep his position in between your legs for long as he sits straight up and leans up against the wall with his arm crossed over his chest. He seems unfazed, but he really isn’t. He’s more annoyed than anyone at the moment. Finger tapping against his forearm as he watches you eye the sky through the window. Faint words leaving your mouth as you mumbles numbers. On the sixteenth mark there’s another flash of light and an even louder boom. You clap your hands amazed.

“It amazes me how the littlest things always pique your interest” you turn to face Damian, green eyes staring into yours.

“The littlest things are always the most fascinating” you shrug being smiling “and besides, I wouldn't consider thunder to be the littlest things. If you know what I mean”

Damian glares down at you as you laugh. “You have a smart mouth on you tonight”

“I learn from the best” a dramatic sigh leaves past your lips “we should go dance out in the rain "

"and risk getting you sick?” he scoffs “no way. I would rather prefer if you and I stayed here, in the likes of your bedroom where it’s warm and safe”

“you sound just like my mom” you frown “it’s weird”

“I think your mother would too prefer it if we both stayed inside” he opens his arms, a single for you to climb in and you do so without question. Setting one his chest and in between his legs comfortably before he traps you with his arms. “I think my mom would prefer us outside and dancing”

“No she would not”

you let out a small huff “you’re no fun”

“I’ve been told that countless times” you hear a small rumble in his chest as he laughs.

“That’s actually so depressing”

“Just focus on the thunder”

[the-kr8tor]

Hobie catches you wearing his mask

Pairing: Hobie Brown x GN! reader/ Spider-Punk x GN! Reader

Word count: 1k

Tags: No use of Y/N, No specific physical description of the reader (reader is mentioned to be smaller than Hobie though). Fluff, established relationship. Smut Implied

* I don't consent to having my work translated/ published on other platforms*

Hobie just got home from patrolling around the city, thankfully it was an easy day compared to the other days where he comes home beaten and injured. A few robberies here and there. A small-time villain tried going toe to toe with Hobie, the fight didn't even last five minutes.

It was truly an easy day for Spider-Punk.

Even though the day was fairly laid back, no one can deny that web-slinging and crime fighting all over the city is quite tiring.

You know immediately when Hobie comes home, with the sound of the window sliding open, followed by the thunk of his heavy boots against wooden floors, the sound basically trained you to go towards him with a first aid kit and a greeting.

With a quick kiss and a tired "m' okay, love" Hobie heads towards the bathroom, shedding parts of his suit on the way.

With a concerned look towards the bathroom door, you sigh and wish that you could take some of his responsibilities. You hate seeing him so tired. With an entire city to look out for, he's stretched himself too thin.

As much as you love him being Spider-Punk, you miss your Hobie.

You head towards the bathroom door, almost tripping over his large combat boots. Bending down to grab the shoes off the floor, you follow a trail of clothing heading towards the bathroom like breadcrumbs.

You grab each piece with care, knowing that his suit and other pieces of it, means a lot to him. You fold it and place them on top of the bed, but it looks like there's a piece missing, you look down to look for it.

Behind your dresser, you see one of the spikes poking out.

Grabbing the mask off the floor, you admire its craftsmanship - every stitch he made, the eyes of the mask with its painted drooping 'eyeliner' painted with such care.

He truly made the suit uniquely him.

Hearing the sound of the shower still running, you admire the roughness of the cloth, asking yourself how can he even properly breathe in it while fighting? Can he see fine while wearing it? So curiosity got the best of you, before you could change your mind, you carefully put it on.

"Woah" you laugh with how comfortable the mask is, "it's like a second skin" you run towards the mirror to check yourself out.

Giddy with excitement you move side to side watching the spikes on top move with you. "So cool," you whisper.

In your excitement you didn't notice him watching you.

"Right, what's all this then?" Hobie raises a pierced brow, a sneaking smile on his lips. The scene in front of him helps in grounding him back to the present.

Startled, you turn away from the mirror. "Nothing!" quickly taking the mask off, you hide the cloth behind you.

"Nothing huh, What's in your hand then?" Hobie struts towards you, a towel wrapped on his hips. " Y'know, I can see it in the mirror" he points out.

You shyly look at his still glistening torso, avoiding his eyes, quickly turning away, you slowly hand him the mask. "Sorry, just wanted to see if you can actually fight in it" embarrassment prominent on your face.

"No apologies necessary, love. Just teasin' you" Hobie lifts your downturned head to face him.

"You look better in it anyway" he swiftly puts the mask back on you. Hobie grabs your shoulders and turns you back around in front of the mirror.

"Fuckin' adorable" Hugging your neck, he says with his head fitting perfectly on your shoulder.

The whites of his mask turn into slits, "m' not adorable, Hobart" you tilt your head to the side feigning annoyance.

"Right, sorry you look very punk rock, sweets" he kisses the side of your head.

"You're missing something though" he pushes off you. You miss his warmth, albeit your neck is now slightly damp.

"You're still wet" you turn behind you, rubbing your neck dry as you watch him grab something from the pile on the bed.

"Only for you, lovey" he teasingly said with a wink. Hobie walks back to you.

"Hobie!" You let out a small screech, "that's not- Hobie!" You fumble your words.

He laughs at your embarrassment. "Arms up" Hobie instructs while holding a dark piece of clothing.

You huff, but obey nonetheless. Hobie puts the leather vest on you, the spiked clothing looks big on your form. Hobie whistles, he turns you back in front of the mirror.

"Look at you" fondness dripping from Hobie's lips. "I've got my very own spider-person, huh"

You admire your appearance as Hobie tiredly rubs his face on your neck. You hold his neck in place, massaging the tense muscle.

"I wish I could help you" you whisper, he peeks at your face in the mirror.

"You are," he hugs you tightly, "as long as you're by my side. You're helping me. Never think for a second that you aren't"

Hobie turns you towards him, his own mask facing him.

He carefully tugs the mask up to see your face, cupping your face lovingly, "Coming home to you, makes everything I do worth it"

You stand on your tippy-toes to kiss him. "I love you too" you whisper on his lips.

You reluctantly pull away "You're tired, let's go to bed, yeah?"

Hobie still holding on to your leather clad waist. In one swift movement he grabs your thighs and lifts you up. Gasping at the sudden movement, You instinctively wrap your legs on his waist, the towel threateningly low on his hips.

"Look what you've made me into, I've gone soft. I have a reputation to uphold y'know" he carries you to the bed.

You giggle knowing what he's planning. Before he could throw you down on the bed, like he always does, you cling on to his neck, a pensive look on your face. He raises his brow in a question.

"One question though, how in the world can you fit your hair in the mask?" You ask.

"Spidey powers" He says with a straight face and a shrug of his shoulders.

"What? Are you – mmph!" Hobie cuts you off by kissing you abruptly. Preventing you from asking more questions.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed reading! Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated ❤️

*image above is from pinterest*

[m1ssunderstanding]

Let it Be Close-watch

Paul, sweety, it's beautiful, but it's killing the vibe.

Ringo looks like a very old, very tired lab rat whose been put through the maze a few too many times

Somehow the air-brown mostly eaten apple is very appropriate.

She looks far too sweet here to ever let John down. Yoko has very kind eyes.

I love how it makes it seem like Paul and John are calling Maxwell “the corny one” but really we know from Get Back that they're talking about a particular arrangement they were trying out for Don't Let me Down.

I swear he's saying “John” there, not “Joan” and also he said “came down upon His head” so… Oh! And Max died in the end in this version? “Sure that Max was dead” Okay. So Paul kills John and then himself. Murder suicide story. Yeah, Paul, you're doing great mentally, we can all tell.

I love how George getting electrocuted was important enough to make the cut for both films. Poor baby. “If this boy dies you're gonna cop it” from the guy who was just singing about a serial killer.

They're so silly

Yoko does not agree with me

Paul: stealing your man, sweetheart. John: oh no I'm being stolen teehee!

They're so silly

Oh wait, were those bitchy looks at George??? Because there he is. Idk could easily be him or Yoko.

this poor autistic baby trying to use words (not his language) to explain music (his language)

“Good MoOornin! Wooah!” I think I just … You know how Mike said people were booing Paul in the theater watching this? Yeah it's because they were pissed he didn't step out of the screen and onto their necks.

Oh Michael put himself in his own movie too? Huh, cool.

They are always in my heart

The way Paul says “get on the mic” to John??? I would've thrown something, that was so fucking bossy! Just his tone and his face and his angry pointing fingers. So mean. And John just goes “okaaay”. Oof.

Ringo covering his eyes like a little kid watching a scary movie during the orange sweater fight. Same, babe.

Sounds like the original lyric John's going for is something long “All I want is you. Nothing else is gonna do.” But that obviously didn't fit with the tune. I wonder if there was a particular conversation with Paul being controlling that made the “everything has got to be the way you want it to” line click in.

Oh my gosh! So George is showing I Me Mine to Ringo and Paul and he says the “I don't give a fuck it can go in musical” line before he even plays it. Not after John's making fun of him like he does in Get Back. Nagra reels experts: which one is correct??

George: it's a heavy waltz. Ringo:*claps hands angrily and punches the air to a ¾ beat. I love him, he's like the core of “Beatle humor” to me.

Woah there! Okay this is the John/Yoko pda Peter Jackson cut, I see. I wonder if there's a lot more footage of them swapping spit that might make the “oh John was just so in love” theory more reasonable.

It's extremely impressive that George just wrote this whole thing last night. You know? John and Paul have brought in all fragments from what I can tell. He's the only one to come in with a basically finished product.

LMAO and we're just going to Apple now. No reason. Nothing happened. Nothing to see. Moving on.

Ringo is so so cute pretending to hide from the cameras. Really he should've been the cute one.

Is it just me or does Paul drop the sillies and get sad when he sings “always be mine” at John? It's his regular voice, too, for a minute, if I'm not mistaken.

Silly cuties. But John's grin and little sexy tongue action happens the second time Paul sings always be mine, so…

What friendly artistic collaboration looks like when it's not psychosexual

Paul: have you played the dubs? George: yeah. Terrible. Paul: Great! Ringo: terrible. John: laughs Paul: (sarcastic) oh, so dreadful. …. John: where's my guitar? Paul: (still sarcastic) well we're just the greatest band ever. Idk I just like this dialogue. It's very them, you know?

This is adorable.

But I also love how they're already communicating with eyebrows, you know? They just bonded so fast and I find that beautiful.

And then Heather ups their game from taking turns going “chchchchch” into the mic to meowing into the mic. She looks at Paul like “okay your turn” and he sets her down lol he's thinking ‘if I meow into the mic right now after John already had a sex dream last night about me, he might actually cream his pants and we can't have that on camera’

Lol Billy just magically appeared!

Paul you're literally so annoying. You started the goofing off and now you're like “alright lads, that's enough.” Mkay.

He is unbelievably sexy and talented though so you know he does have those little things going for him. Someone write me a Paul/Billy fic please!!

Kinda crazy how they all four just slide straight from “Kansas City” to “Miss Ann” to “Lawdy Miss Claudy”. Makes me think of something they might've done in Hamburg.

I'm sorry but Paul finishes “please don't excite me baby. I'm down in misery.” And John's immediate answer is, “well you can get it if you want it, and if you want it you can get it!” And Paul ends up singing “I want it I want it I want it I want it”. Nice. Very subtle, boys. And that's before John gets kinky.

I love how Heather just forces a hug from George and then immediately runs away. What a cutie.

But really. How did anyone watching this get the idea that John hated Paul? Just confirmation bias I guess?

All the cut off conversations kill me but especially the one where John's working though Paul's anxieties. They're just in the middle of it and then cut. “two of us Sunday driving…”

Someone should do a study of whistling in their songs. I feel like it's another one of their tip offs that “hey this one is about us” Anyway I love John's whistling here. He's so good at it. I can just imagine him as some farm boy picking apples, you know?

Imagine booing this poor stay puppy though, like. What? I mean, what if Johann Weiner was wrong and John wasn't crying at the sight of him and Paul playing triumphant together on the rooftop, but at Paul playing his little heart out about their doomed love. Idk it's probably both. Let's be real, John was bawling through the whole thing.

What is George laughing at? Picture quality is garbage because evil corporations don't let you take screenshots of their content, but he looks like that one kid in your elementary school class that just dumped Cheetos all over his crushes desk and thinks he's a criminal mastermind.

Also I do appreciate all the attention given in the chosen shots to the musicianship. I bet they liked that at least if they had the heart to like anything about the movie at the time.

I'm sorry but I love how in sync Mo and Paul are. With this ducking and later the shimmying. I know it's wrong to ship Ringo’s wife with one of the Beatles she didn't sleep with, but… idk I really want her to have bedded all four at one point, you know? She deserves it, being an og.

Okay but yeah I'd be having a public meltdown if I fumbled that too holy fucking shit

Ringo feeling himself as he should

George just looks like he smells nice. Unlike the others. You know?

John has such a beautiful smile. If somebody looked at me like that I'd put him up on a giant screen behind me on my world tour after he'd been dead for forty years too.

That pleeeaaaheeeaaase though. Looking at Paul. How did he survive I'll never know.

The cut from screaming Paul to grouchy nap lady is extremely painful.

John was so cool in this concert. Like the epitome of cool.

Kevin, my love, thank you for your service

I love Yoko leaning so far and craning her neck. She's like a mom at a school talent show. Like “I only came to see my baby.” Type vibe. Which is exactly what she's doing, unlike Mo, and honestly I find both of them extremely valid

You know in movies where the romantic leads are never looking at each other at the same time?

I think I watched George and John switching back on their amps like fifty times because I just love it so much. And from this angle, you can see John's saying something to Paul about it. He looks serious and he's shaking his head. I wonder what he's saying.

Mal Evans I love you forever for this. Look at his hand on the rail, just blocking them off completely, so protective.

Them turning to each other at the end always gets me. It's automatic, like second nature, and it's the last time ever. They deserved better.

Oh Darling duet in the credits are you fucking kidding me??? Was that in the original? “Believe me, when I tell you.” “Oh I do.” That's the second time that they gave away in this footage that they know they're talking to each other in their music.

Alright, that's it, I guess. And then MLH is haunted by this experience for forty years until he makes Two of Us to purge the demons.

[kay-skycotl]

AN: hello, this is my first time writing a short fic so enjoy ^^

Longan x Reader

Dragon form

Warning: Fluff

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After sometime being in a relationship with Longan, you always wondered what it would be like to see their dragon form, since they never had shown you. So after a few begs (a lot), they finally let you see their dragon form. You knew their dragon form will be big, but not really that big. So you’re standing there admiring their ivory colored with gold accents with an awe expression

“Was this all you wanted to see little one?” They asked with their usual stoic tone but they knew that there was more underneath them showing their dragon form.

As you hesitantly approached their form, you carefully placed a hand over their scales, gently caressing it. You never expected to be quite smooth but also a bit cold.

“Woah” you mumbled as you continued caressing their scales with your hands. Even if you felt so excited about this, you decided to keep it to yourself for now

They didn’t want to admit that they’re enjoying it, so they remained quietly relaxing by your touch against their scales.

You soon noticed how they lowered their head near you, realizing that they quite like this, so you quietly continued gently caressing their scales with your hands. It wasn’t long until you noticed how they shifts their massive form enclosing you more as their forelegs move to encircle you. You felt how the scales pressed against you, their smoothness contrasted by the strength and power they hold.

And you started to feel quite comfortable like this as you didn’t feel like moving, you never expected that this could be quite comforting.

“You should try be more in your dragon form like this than your cookie form, it’s quite comfortable” You mumbled feeling quite relax by the sensation of their form against your body.

“Comfortable, you say? How amusing” they murmured, the sound of their voice resonating through their chest and reverberating through your body. “I am a powerful dragon, not some mere comfort object”

Despise their words, they didn’t pull out from the embrace, their massive frame remaining wrapped around you “I will heed your suggestion for now, but do not get used to this, little one”

“Mmm, too late I am already too comfortable” you mumbled in response letting a soft chuckle

They chuckle back softly, their chest rumbling with amusement. “I suppose I have no choice but to indulge you further, now that you have grown so comfortable in my embrace” they said, their voice laced with dry humor. "But do not forget, little one, that I am not some mere cuddle toy."

With a grace belying their massive size, they shifted their body slightly, their scales gliding against your body in a soothing motion.

“Mmm you’re right, you’re now a massive pillow” You muffled quietly as you felt so relaxed in their embrace

They let out a huff of amusement at your words, their breath hot against your skin. "A pillow, you say?" they responded, their voice filled with mirth. "I suppose I have been reduced to a mere object of comfort for a small mortal. How amusing" Despite their tongue-in-cheek response, the dragon didn't pull away from the hug, their massive form remaining wrapped around you as they allowed you to use them as a makeshift pillow.

“Mhm, you’re gonna attack me with cuddles and I’ll be so defeated” You said quietly as you started to feel quite drowsy

"Then prepare yourself, the onslaught of affection approaches"

With exaggerated slowness, they pulled you closer, their massive form enclosing you in a cocoon of warmth and scales. They began to gently nuzzle against you, their cool scales gliding against your skin in a soothing manner.

You let a soft sigh as your body felt so relax to even think about moving. “You’re too comfortable Longan” You mumbled quietly feeling their form around you.

They chuckled softly at your sleepy words, their voice filled with affectionate amusement. "You enjoy my embrace, little one?" they rumbled, their voice quite soothing. "How delightful. Perhaps I should make it a habit of holding you like this more often." They said as they began to pull you closer, their massive form creating an even more enveloping embrace. Their cool scales pressed gently against your skin, offering a smooth surface for you to rest against. The heat emanated from their body, creating a cozy and comforting ambience as they slowly started to fell asleep with you.

[bangchansgirlsblog]

How skz would react to 9th member y/n getting sick from overworking themselves?

LA Shenanigans!

Wanrning: passing out.

Pairing: Skz x 9th member

Summary: a hot day causes a lot of problems in the studio.

!not proof read!

Enjoy!😆

-🩷

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Falling sick was never my intention.

Overworking was never my intention.

"And we are here with stray kids!" Everyone in the studio starts cheering and clapping making us smile and wave at them.

"So tell us how you guys feel about being here in LA and have you enjoyed it so far?" The interviewer asks us as a whole and Chan starts to speak.

"We feel great if I speak on everyone's half, the food really great and the weather too. Ummm I'd just like to say it's really good to be here and thank you for having us." His beaming and smiling really hard which causes a warm feeling fill the pit of my stomach.

"Yeah I'd like to say that the weather is really good aswell," Felix adds onto Chan's statement and smiles.

"That's great to hear! I actually heard that You guys are working on a new album is that true?"

Chan looks over to me and gives me and encouraging look, "you can answer this I think," he says causing me to sit up and talk into the mic,

"Uhhh where can I start? Ahahaha, we are working on a new album for stays and we would just like to hope that they will like it when it is finished and released but all I can say yeah it's in the works," I do a little clap and everyone agrees with me.

"Oh that's what I like to hear! Any new tours? Any new news? Tell us!" She says enthusiastically.

The room was becoming a little hot as I continued to listen to the conversation that was going back and forth.

I clear my throat and drink the water in the cup they had given us.

I shift in my chair trying to get comfortable. My stomach starting to churn.

What was going on with my body?

"Y/n! So a little birdie told us that you're working on a solo song! Any comments on that?" My neck snaps at the direction of the lady ripping me out of my trail of thoughts.

"Uhhh," I cringe at the nauseous feelings that had grown upon me, "yeah yeah I am..." my smile slowly fading away, "I'm excited to share- to share the new. What's is called? Oh! The new song.." I pause furrowing my eyebrows.

The boys started to look at me confused at my response. Han giving me a little nudge under the table.

"You good?" He whispers as the interviewer asks Seungmin a question.

"Yeah, just really hot," I whisper back and untie my collar.

"Drink some water you look tacky" he passes me cold water and goes back to looking at the lady.

My body goes cold us sweat starts to form on my forehead. Was I this tired? I know I had skipped a few meals and pushed my work hours a little but I had totally been fine until now.

Everyone laughs at a joke Changbin makes causing me to pay attention to the conversion again.

The feeling of vomit still lingering in the pit of my stomach.

"Uh...can we-" the room starts to spin really fast and is stop what I'm about to say.

"What's wrong?" Chan asks looking over at me.

"Can we take...a five." My eyes start feeling drowsy. My body feeling sluggish

"Y/n? What's wrong?" Felix quickly asks noticing my distress.

"Is she okay?" The interviewer asks now sounding very nervous, "she looks like she's about to pass out, is she okay?" She asks Han who's sitting next to me.

I stand up from my chair trying to make my way to the bathroom so I could wash my face atleast. Maybe to wakeup my body?

"Woah woah woah, Han hold her!" Hyunjin yelps as he realizes my body slowly fall to the ground.

“Y/n, talk to us how do you feel?” Felix who was on my other side rubs my back trying to get me to sit upright but words refuse to form.

I feel hands grab me. "Are you okay? Can you hear me?" I hear Han asking while shaking my body. "Somebody get me water! Now!"

The cool feeling of water pouring down my face makes me moan as the nice sensation. "Is she okay?"

I nod and wakeup. From the little trance I was in.

I can't talk I can't move but I can hear and feel. The feeling of people's hands trying to shake me awake even more.

"I got the wet cloth!" I hear Seungmin say panicking. The stuff on our team was also getting worried trying to get to me.

"Let me carry her on the couch, guys move," Chan's hands wrap around my waist as he holds me close to his body.

"Yah! Why would She pass out? Is she sick?!" Changbin says running his hands through his hair. He was walking back and forth trying to calm down.

"I don't know! She was telling me about hot it was inside here now she's passed out," Han runs his hands through his hair.

My eyes land on Chan’s and he gives me a soft smile

“Are you with us love?” He asks, “talk to me, it’s just you and me ignore these loud boys,” he glared at them causing them to all shut up and look over.

“I-I’m okay just really tired..” im able to finally say. “I- I need water. Too hot.”

He quickly grabs the water bottle and starts to feed it to me. His hand keeping the wet cloth in place.

“Try and get some energy so we can take you to the hospital yeah?” He softly says.

“No- no…no hospitals.” I groan trying to get up.

“Hey hey hey, just lay down. Shhh. It’s okay we don’t have to go to the hospital right now.” He pushes me back down and waits for me to finish drinking the water before I hand it back to him.

“How do you feel now? Hm.”

“T-tired and hot.”

“Okay just take a short nap and I’ll carry you to the car okay?” I nod in response and close my eyes.

“Ever-body shut up she’s asleep!” Seungmin yells causing a few people to chuckle.

I hadn’t had a goodnight sleep in a long time due to the long rehearsals and long schedules. It felt good just sleeping and not doing anything and I knew my body likes it because when I woke up with an IV in my arm and Felix sitting by me. The energy run through my body making me feel like I could conquer the world.

“How are you feeling love?” He asks whispering not to disturb the other members who were apparently also asleep in my hotel room.

“I feel amazing, thank you guys for taking care of me,” I whisper back and he smiles

“Always! You’re our little Angel.”

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*Phwwwwhht*

The screeching sound of Coach Amy's whistle echoed through the gymnasium. "Come on, ladies! Hustle! Hustle!' she yelled. "How do you expect to compete against anyone like this? Damn, my 6-year-old son can hit a ball better than that!" You were doing deliver and pop-serve drills with the rest of your team. Usually, these were the easiest drills, but Coach Amy puts a lot of pressure on competitions. "Great job, ladies. Let's take a quick break and then when you come back, we'll split into teams and play a quick match."

Heather jogged over, tossing you a cold Gatorade, "Hey, Y/N. Do you wanna hang out after practice?" "Can't. Sunghoon said I gotta go straight home after practice." You took a quick sip of the cool drink. "Awww. Why? "Dunno. He just said I better be home. It's probably something stupid." "Hmm...okay, well, maybe another time." "Yep. Ugh. Coach is dragging practice out today." "I know right...I wish we could be done already." You nodded your head in agreement after taking one last sip before capping the bottle. "Well just don't let her know or else we'll be running laps and it's hot as fuck outside. Feels like hell on earth--"

Coach Amy came jogging in before you could finish what you were saying. "Sorry, ladies. I'm having an emergency at home right now. So, practice is over for the day. You can all go home for the evening. Or not. Oh, and make sure you get your stuff out of the lockers cuz' school's gonna be closed all next week for maintenance... Uhhhh...and try to practice your technique at home... Dammit, where'd I put my keys?" She prattled, gathering together her belongings before leaving the gym.

"Woah! Did you hear that?" Heather beamed. "Yea, we're done for the day." you sighed. "Not just the day, the WEEK!!" she continued.

"What are you two so excited about? You need all the practice you can get. Especially Heather's lazy ass." Kimberly scoffed. She's the team captain. Great leader...but it's more like a dictatorship. "God, what now Adolf Kimberly?" Brianna spat. "I'm not even fucking talking to you, bitch." "K, and. I heard you talking shit so I'm just trying to see what it's all about."

Brianna "Bree" is another one of your teammates. What really makes her stand out--aside from the black lipstick and eyeliner--is her nonchalant, badass mentality. As far as you know, she is only capable of expressing 5 emotions: spicy, empty, chill, tired, and happy...though the reasons behind her smile vary.

"Fuck you." "I guess you finally ran out of things to say huh?" "I have plenty to say. I'd just rather not waste my words on your gloomy ass. You freaky, emo, bitch." "Wow, that was almost good enough to tickle my feelings." "Whatever." Kimberly rolled her eyes before exiting the gym.

"Thanks, Bree." "It's all good Heather. You know how much I enjoy knocking the queen off of her throne." Brianna snickered.

The rest of the girls had already left, only you three were in the gym at this point. "I really wish we could hang out guys, but my lame-ass brother wants me to go home right after practice." "Ehh, it's cool. I got a few things to do too." Bree said as she let her hair down. "Boooo. Everybody has something to do except for me." Heather whined. "What about your history assignment. Isn't it due tomorrow?" Bree prompted. "Oh shit! I forgot. Gotta go girls. Byeeeee." Heather threw her bag over her shoulder before heading out. "I didn't know she was taking history this semester." "She's not. I was just trying to get rid of her." Brianna smiled before lugging her backpack on. "Have fun with your brother." she waved.

"Alright, Sunghoon. I'm home. Now, what was so--" As you walked in you noticed another pair of shoes at the front door. "Sunghoon?" You could hear him in the living room, but who the hell was he talking to?

"Hey, sis. Look who came to visit." Sunghoon said pointing to a familiar face.

"HEESEUNG?!"

"Hey! Long time no see huh?" Heeseung chimed as he scooped you up in his arms. *There was no way he was actually here.* you thought to yourself. It felt like the whole room was spinning. "Hehe. Look at her face." Heeseung chuckled. "She looks like she's seen a ghost," Sunghoon added.

Almost 2 years ago, Heeseung, signed up for a trip studying abroad in Switzerland. "Are you sure you still wanna do this?" Sunghoon asked as Heeseung finished packing up his dorm. You joined Sunghoon to see Heeseung for the last time before he left with the rest of his group. "Yea. I can get some cultural experience and even put my French to some good use." "To good use huh? Doing what? Seducing Swiss chicks?" "No," Heeseung laughed as he playfully pushed Sunghoon's shoulder. "I'm gonna be working with a psychiatrist." he continued.

At this time you were 17 and Heeseung was almost 20. He had been friends with Sunghoon since elementary. They were so close, that Heeseung felt like another brother to you, which is exactly why having a crush on him was the most repulsive thing you could ever do. But you couldn't help it. The feelings you had felt so wrong and so right at the same time. Still, a relationship between the two of you was impossible.

You can remember the one time Sunghoon found your diary. He had been suspecting that you were hiding something from him so he wanted to know if you had a secret boyfriend or something. Fortunately, he hadn't found anything connecting the dots back to your massive crush on Heeseung. You were 14 at the time and Sunghoon was always very protective of you, even now, he's the same way.

Present Day... "I thought you were supposed to be gone for another few months," Sunghoon said before taking a seat on the couch. "Yea, I was, but they ended up cancelling the trip early. So, I thought why not surprise my best friend with an unexpected return?" You still stood in shock as your brother went back and forth with Heeseung about his trip to Switzerland.

"Oh, I almost forgot. I brought you guys something." Heeseung said as he walked over to his black duffle bag. He pulled out a small black trash bag. "I got a knife for you, Sunghoon. It even has your name engraved in it." "Woah, how'd you do that." "Oh, well there was this guy who branded all sorts of stuff. That's the same guy who put your name on this music box." Heeseung said, passing you a small wooden music box. There was a rabbit sculpted on the lid with flowers carved around the base. Your name was engraved on a gold plate in the center with rose bolts as fasteners.

"It's beautiful, Heeseung. Thank you," you smiled. "You're welcome," he replied. Maybe it was just your emotions, or maybe it wasn't, but the way he was looking at you was different. He could genuinely be happy to see you, but it felt like he wanted something more than a friendship.

"What else did you get? There's no way this was everything." Sunghoon said, taking Heeseung's attention off of you. "You guys are gonna love this." Heeseung chimed pulling out 2 large books. "A book?" You and Sunghoon questioned in unison. "Not just any book...a book box." Heeseung smiled as he opened the 'book box' to reveal an assortment of candy. "Authentic Swiss candy. Literally the best in the country," he smiled. "And this book over here has the sweetest Swiss wine." "I'll be taking that." Sunghoon laughed as he swiped the bottle from Heeseung's hands.

Sunghoon went to the kitchen to grab a few wine glasses. "Hey, Hee. Do you have anywhere to stay tonight?" "Umm, no. But don't worry about it. I'm gonna get a hotel for tonight and then I'll go shack up with my brother until I can move in on campus." "Well, you can stay here as long as you want. No need for a hotel. You know how much our parents love you." "Where are they by the way?" "Out of town for a business trip. They should be back in another week or so." "Oh, okay. Well, I can sleep on the couch if that's okay." "Or you could just have the extra bed in my room." "You still have that?" "Yea, it's a great storage unit." Sunghoon laughed.

After a few glasses of wine and some candy, Sunghoon and Heeseung headed off to his room for the night. Since it was Friday, they played games for a few hours before finally going to bed.

Aside from the massive amount of noise coming from your brother's room, you couldn't sleep at all. Once it finally quieted down you went to the kitchen to grab a drink.

You blindly walked through the darkness of the hallway, making your way to the kitchen.

"Couldn't sleep?" a voice in the darkness took you by surprise. "Sunghoon?" "Nope. He's still asleep. It's just me." "Oh..." "Well, you don't sound too thrilled to see me. Were you hoping to sneak out with your boyfriend or something?" "What!? No! I don't even have a boyfriend. I was literally coming to get a drink." "Relax. I was only teasing." You weren't actually offended, you just didn't expect him to say something like that.

"What are you doing awake anyway?" "Time is different in Switzerland, so my sleeping schedule is kinda off." "Oh." Heeseung walked over to the fridge and pulled out a cold water bottle. "Here." "Huh?" "You said you were coming to get a drink, right?" "Oh. Yeah. Thanks." You screwed off the cap before taking a sip from the bottle.

*Wait...Is he WATCHING ME??!! Why the hell is he--* *Cough. Cough.* Distracted by Heeseung's gaze you choked on the water in your mouth, spilling it all over your shirt. "Dammit," you mumbled to yourself. "Are you okay?" Heeseung ran to grab you a towel. "Yea. *cough* I'm fine." "Here let me help you." Heeseung started to pat at the wetness on your shirt, tapping gently across your tits. "Hmm, this isn't gonna work," he said before quickly removing his shirt. "Put this on," he commanded, passing you his shirt.

*Is he being serious?* "What?" Heeseung said before looking down to see your bare tits showing through the wet shirt. The cold water had also caused your nipples to harden. "Shit. Sorry. I'll turn around." Before he turned around you could see the imprint of his dick in his pants. It took you a few seconds to process what was happening before you started to remove your wet shirt. Surprisingly it was more difficult to take off than you had anticipated. As you wrestled with the shirt, you managed to yank it over your head, but not without whacking Heeseung on the shoulder. "Ouch." He said, turning back around to face you...topless.

"Oh my god. I-I-" "TURN AROUND!!" you whisper-yelled. "Sorry," he apologized before quickly turning around.

Both of you were quiet for a moment. "Heeseung?..." "Yea?" "You can turn around now." He slowly turned back around meeting your eyes. "I saw the way you were looking at me. What were you thinking about?" Your question caused Heeseung's eyes to widen. "I-uhh... You're Sunghoon's little sister. I can't..." "I know, but what if it's just one time?" You reached over to grab Heeseung's hand and place it on your exposed tit. He gently started to massage your tit in his hand. "See? It's not that bad... Just one time Heeseung. We can be quiet." "Okay, but this is never happening again, right?" "I promise."

You had no idea what succubus had taken over your body, but you were in no mood to stop what was about to happen.

Without your oversized shirt on, you were left in a pair of pastel panties. He immediately started to kiss your lips before pushing you to sit on the wooden bar stool. He was pressing on your thighs as he deepened the kiss. You could feel how desperate he was for more as he lifted you off of the stool. You wrapped your legs around him as he pulled you in even more.

"Wait," you said stopping him in his heat. "Let's go to my room," you said before leading him down the hallway.

❤️‍🔥: *Click* You locked your bedroom door before Heeseung carried you over to the bed. He started to kiss you again, but this time it was different. You could tell that he was getting more excited as he moved down to your neck, then your breasts, and ultimately...

Heeseung pulled down your panties and began to lap at your wetness. You took advantage of this moment and started to grind on his face by tugging at his hair. You noticed while he was eating you out that he was also jerking his cock. His soft moans were really turning you on...as if you needed any help getting turned on. Heeseung looked so sexy as he practically begged to stay between your legs. The way he ate you out caused you to squirm and moan.

"I don't wanna have all the fun by myself." You said breathlessly before Heeseung stopped and slowly rose to his feet. You fell to your knees as you stroked his thick, twitching dick before putting it in your mouth. It was so thick you could feel your lips stretching around it. He immediately started to forcefully pump himself in your mouth, moaning with every push. You didn't even have the chance to really get into it before he filled your mouth with his hot load.

"Sorry..." he apologized after cumming embarrassingly quick. "Umm, it's okay," you replied, shocked at what just happened. :❤️‍🔥

He gathered his clothes together and got dressed before leaving your room. "Goodnight, Y/N." "Night..."

The next day, you woke up to the sound of Heeseung and your brother playing the game. You knew that's what they were doing because of the loud shouting and rapid clicking of the controllers.

"Heeseung cover for me. I'm gonna flank these guys on the left." "Okay. FUCK!" "What happened?" "Some guy fucking scoped me from the roof." "Oh shit. Hold on...I'm gonna take a few out over here while I wait for you to respawn." "Dammit. These pussies are camping. I gotta find another way around." "Don't worry about it. I'm just gonna fall back and hit them with a grenade." "Okay, let me know when you get over here so I can pick up the loot."

*Knock, knock, knock* "Hey, Sunghoon." "What?" "Is it okay if I go out with the girls today?" "Uhh sure. Wait, no. Why?" "I was gonna hang out with them yesterday, but you told me to hurry home so I had to cancel." "Wait what? Hold on lemme finish up this game and we can talk okay."

It was nearly impossible to talk to your brother when he was in the middle of a game, especially if he was playing with friends. But you kind of wanted to get away for the day. Last night was insane and you didn't know how to look at Heeseung right now. Even just thinking about him got you excited. "Okay, I'll be in my room," you said before walking back to your room.

You decided to listen to music while you waited for Sunghoon. It had been almost 10 minutes before you heard a knock at your door. "Hey, umm...me and Sunghoon are done on the game, so you can go talk to him now." It was Heeseung, the main reason you wanted to go out today. "Oh, okay. Wait, Heeseung..."

You wanted to talk about last night. How did he feel? What was he thinking? "Yea?" "Can we talk about last night?" "What about it?" "We almost had sex. Don't you remember?" "SHHHHH! What the fuck is wrong with you?" he whispered loudly at you before walking into your room to slightly close the door behind him. "What?" "We're not supposed to be talking about that." "Yeah, but I-" "No. we're not talking about this. Just pretend it never happened. You're Sunghoon's little sister and that just feels really wrong." "You weren't thinking about that when you were fucking my mouth."

Before Heeseung could respond, Sunghoon walked in. "Umm. What are you guys doing in here? Y'know what... never mind. What were you trying to ask me earlier? Something about going out." "Yea. I was asking if I could go hang out with some of the girls from my team." "Sure, but you gotta be back home before 6, okay?" "Alright."

The two boys left your room before heading to the living room. "Hey, Heeseng can I talk to you for a minute?" "Sure man. What's up?" "I don't mind you hanging around my sister. I mean we basically grew up together, but you better not be fucking around with her." "What are you talking about?" "I'm just saying. You can't do that with her. I know how you used to like her. You told me that one time you got drunk." "But, that was years ago. I don't even like her like that anymore. I swear. She's like a little sister to me." "Okay, that's good. I just wanna make sure you understand how I feel about that." "Yea. I got it. Your sister's off limits."

It wasn’t long before you went out to the mall with Brianna and Heather to hang out for the next few hours. You had already done a little shopping and now you were sitting in the food court eating lunch. "Okay, so wait. You're asking me what I would do if my brother's best friend was a total hottie?" Heather squealed. "Obviously, I'd fuck him if I had the chance." she laughed. "Yea, but he's your brother's best friend and you guys grew up together." "But he's hot." "Ok, hold on lemme say something. Let's just say he's like a 10, right. And he shows the slightest interest. But on top of that, the thought of being with him makes you feel that rush." "That rush? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" "You know like the taboo, forbidden love type. It kinda makes you want it more doesn't it." "OH MY GOD! Yessss. That makes it hotter." "No way. That makes it worse."

"Wait wait wait wait WAITTT!!! Oh my god. Don't tell me you did it." "WHAT!! No! Of course I didn't." "Yes, you totally did. You fucked your brother's best friend. That is so fucking hot." "That must've been the reason Sunghoon wanted you to come home. I remember you telling us he went to another country or whatever. Oh, I bet you couldn't wait to hop on that dick." Brianna laughed. "Guysssss. It's not like that." "Then tell us what it's like." "Yea, tell us what it feels like to fuck your brother's best friend."

"Look, I'm gonna tell you exactly how it happened. I literally got up to get something to drink. I thought that my brother and him were asleep so I didn't expect Heeseung to be in the kitchen." "And I guess that's when he gave you something to drink huh?" Bree winked. "No. Ugh, y'know what? Fuck this. I'm not telling you guys shit. I'm just gonna eat my damn lunch, okay." Brianna and Heather burst into laughter and continued teasing you for the rest of the day.

Brianna dropped Heather off at her house before bringing you home.

"Hey, I know we were joking around and everything earlier. But seriously, if your brother isn't okay with that, maybe you should let it go." "What do you mean?" "I'm sure he has his reasons for being against it. Maybe Heeseung doesn't treat girls right or maybe Sunghoon might feel uncomfortable looking at his best friend kiss his little sister. Especially if he sees him as a brother. Just think about it okay." "Okay, I will. Thanks for taking me home." You smiled. "Anytime. See ya later, Y/N." Brianna waved before driving off.

You walked inside to see Heeseung alone in the kitchen. You were getting a sense of deja vu. The last time you saw him in the kitchen by himself, you two ended up in your bedroom. "Where's Sunghoon?" you asked, breaking the silence. "He left a few minutes ago." "For what?" "He said he had to do something for school before Labor Day." "Oh, okay."

"Did you have fun?" "Huh?" "With your friends." "Oh, umm yea I did. We mainly just hung out at the mall…y’know. Girl stuff." You said before walking to your room to change your clothes.

*That was weird...Maybe I'm just overthinking things. He could've been genuinely asking.* you thought to yourself.

To take your mind off of your secret affair with Heeseung, you played some music on the mini speaker in your bedroom. You pulled your jeans off before taking off your shirt, then you walked over to your dresser and pulled out an outfit to wear after your bath.

"Hey..." You were so zoned out in the music that you hadn't even noticed when Heeseung walked into your room. "Oh my god!" you gasped, covering your lace bra with the folded clothes in your hands. "Oh shit. I'm sorry," he said immediately turning around. "You must enjoy sneaking peeks at me." "No, it was an accident. I swear." "Right. Because I'm Sunghoon's little sister huh?" "What?" "That's why you find me so repulsive." "That's not true." "Well, how come you shut me down earlier? Huh? If it's not true then it must be something else. What the hell did you come in here for anyway?" "I-uhh-I was actually coming to apologize for that." "For what?" "For being so harsh. I just don't want your brother to know about us."

*Woah. When the hell did we become an us?*

Heeseung turned to face you. "I really do like you, Y/N." He continued to walk closer to you. "And I want to be with you. We just have to keep it our little secret, okay?" Heeseung whispered in your ear, sending chills up your spine. This was much different from the way he acted the night before. "Can you keep a secret?" He asked, gently grazing your lips with his. "Yes." you submissively responded as Heeseung kissed your lips.

He proceeded to guide you into the bathroom in your room. It was like you were entranced by the way you let him take control of you. He locked the door behind you before turning on the water in the shower.

❤️‍🔥: "We gotta be quick. Who knows how long Sunghoon's gonna be." Heeseung said as he began to remove his clothes. "Wait! Are you gonna get in the shower with me?" "Of course I am," he chuckled before walking into the warm shower and kissing you again, but this time you could feel him forcing his cock between your thighs. It barely grazed your clit before you let out a soft moan.

"You like it that much? Huh? You like the way I tease your pretty little pussy?" The hot, steamy water caused Heeseung's hair to stick to his face. Heeseung started to grind harder and faster, sending you over the edge. This time he was focusing only on stimulating your clit because he loved feeling you shake in his arms. He grabbed your hands and pinned them behind your back before lifting one of your legs to expose your throbbing, dripping cunt. "I'm gonna fuck your pussy raw, baby," Heeseung said as he began to pump himself into you. Within seconds you were already ready to cum. "Cum for me baby." after hearing this you came hard and loud, but he didn't slow down and continued fucking you the same way. "Do you like it when I fuck that perfect pussy of yours?" You were a dripping, moaning mess, he had fucked you senseless. You could barely even speak, only broken whimpers escaped your lips.

"Get on your knees and suck it. I wanna cum all over those perky tits." Heeseung huffed as you trembled down to your knees. "You're such a good girl," Heeseung said as he pulled your chin to kiss your lips. "You're such a fucking good girl for me, baby," he continued before stuffing his thick, throbbing cock in your mouth. He did a few strokes before pulling his cock out to let you breathe. "Open up baby girl," he said as you opened your mouth. Heeseung spit on your tongue and shoved his dick back in your mouth, pulling it out every so often. "Mmm fuck, baby. I love fucking that pretty mouth of yours," he groaned as he continued fucking your mouth. "Yea, baby. Just like that. You're doing so good." He threw his head back before pushing 3 long, hard strokes down your throat and pulling out to cum all over your tits. "We can go again after your brother goes to sleep." :❤️‍🔥

Surprisingly, he actually stayed to finish showering with you. He lathered the lavender loofah in his hands before rubbing it over your tits, cleaning his load off of them. He proceeded to clean your shoulders and slowly moved down to the rest of your body.

Sunghoon came home soon after your sexy, teasing shower with Heeseung, but by that time you had fallen asleep on the couch.

You felt a soft kiss placed gently on your forehead.

"You're like a drug to me, Y/N. And I'm addicted. I love the way I lose control around you. Sunghoon's little sister or not, I love you and I have for a very long time."

Heeseung's voice cut through your dream, but you were unsure if you were dreaming or if he really said that.

"Wow, she's sleeping this early?" Sunghoon said seeing you lying peacefully on the couch. "Yea, she just came home, showered, and passed out on the couch." Heeseung chuckled. "Hmm, well I don't wanna just leave her here. Every time she falls asleep on the couch she wakes up in pain. I'll just carry her to her bed and then we can go hang out for a bit." "Uhh, I don't mind bringing her for you." "You sure?" "Yea, I got her." "Okay, thanks. You might want to pull her covers back first-- Y'know what I'll go do that and you just pick her up."

Heeseung forgot that he hadn't had the chance to take his clothes out of your bathroom. He was hoping that Sunghoon didn't see his clothes lying on your bathroom floor. Fortunately, the lights were off and Heeseung kept it that way. For some reason, unbeknownst to Heeseung, there was something about carrying you to bed that he loved. This was the first time he ever did it, but he remembered Sunghoon doing it a few times when you were younger. There were times you'd fall asleep in your brother's bed and he would always carry you to bed, so it was no shock to you when you woke up around 3 a.m. under the covers in your bed.

Feeling a little flushed, you walked to the kitchen to grab a cold drink. You were actually thirsty, but you were also hoping to run into Heeseung in the kitchen. However, to your surprise, the kitchen was completely empty.

You grabbed a tall glass from the cabinet and filled it with cold water, even though you were tempted to get lemonade or something. You drank a few sips before taking the glass back to your room.

Before going back to bed, you peeked into Sunghoon's room to check on him. You had fallen asleep early so you were just checking that he was in bed. You saw your brother curled up in his bed, wild strands of hair framed his delicate features. Your brother could be very annoying sometimes, but you knew it was just his way of looking out for you.

You slowly closed the door before entering your room.

"HEESEUNG!!" you quietly shouted before closing the door behind you and placing the glass of water on your desk. "What the hell are you doing in here?" "I forgot my clothes in your bathroom." "Oh..." "Did you want me to leave them in there for you to try on later?" "No, I-" "I'm teasing." Heeseung held his clothes in his hands and walked toward the door.

"Hmm, you closed the door. Were you expecting something else? Maybe that extra round now that your brother's asleep?" Your cheeks turned red upon hearing this. "WHAT! NO. I-I didn't even think about that." "Okay, so you don't mind if I just walk out and go back to bed?" "I...umm-" "Exactly," Heeseung chuckled as he continued walking to the door.

"Wait..."

"What? Lemme guess, now you want me to stay?"

"Well...yea."

You saw a grin widen on Heeseung's face as he dropped the clothes in his hand and practically pounced on you, taking a handful of your hair as he pulled you in deeper for a passionate, aggressive kiss.

❤️‍🔥: He leaned you over your bed, grinding himself against your ass as he continued to kiss and bite your neck and shoulders. Still keeping a grip on your hair, he reached his free hand into your panties. He pushed two of his fingers into your wet pussy and used his thumb to stimulate your clit.

You remembered what he said earlier about loving the way you shake in his arms so you already expected to be edged and teased until you could barely stand. Occasionally, he would pause to lick your pussy from behind, spreading your lips with his fingers. "Okay, baby. It's my turn now," he said before softly spanking your ass. You crawled onto your bed before feeling Heeseung force his thick cock inside of your pussy causing you to let out a soft moan from the pain. Upon hearing that, Heeseung placed a hard smack across your ass.

"I love it when you moan for me, baby. Do it again," he commanded, smacking your ass again as he continued to pump himself inside of you. The strokes weren't fast and aggressive like earlier, instead, they were long, full, hard strokes. He'd slowly pull back, nearly letting the tip escape the warmth of your throbbing hole before quickly slamming himself back into your pussy.

By this time your knees had given out and you were fully supported by his grasp around your waist. He continued like this for a while, spanking your ass and fucking you from behind before flipping you over on your back. "I wanna watch you cum." he said as he started to pump himself inside of your, picking up the pace with every stroke. "Play with that clit for me, baby. I want you to squirm for me." Just as he instructed, you started to rub your clit. "That's it, baby." he kept up a consistent speed before you came all over his dick. He pulled out of your pussy and forced himself into your mouth as he filled it with his cream.

Even though you were exhausted, you wanted to go again. "Heeseung?" you called out as he sat over you. "What?" You didn't say anything. You just looked at him and he must've read your mind because he just smiled before inserting himself back into your pussy. Tears rolled down your cheeks from the overwhelming sense of pain and pleasure. He continued to fuck you hard while sucking on your tits. Heeseung grabbed your hands, holding them over your head as pounded himself deeper into you before the two of you came together. You could feel his hot load flood your pussy as it continued to spill out. :❤️‍🔥

The next few days continued the same way, you and Heeseung sneaking around and fucking whenever Sunghoon wasn't looking. However, by that time Heeseung and you had made things official. You were now secretly dating your brother's best friend.

Since there was no school the following week, you and Heeseung had plenty of bonding time whenever Sunghoon went to work. On top of that, your parents were still away on a business trip, so the two of you enjoyed every moment you had together.

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Blue Paint

Dalton Lambert x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: spoilers for insidious the red door, spook spook 

Author’s Note: my decade old crush on patrick wilson was not expecting to make any movement when i saw this movie. However, the much more age appropriate ty simpkins was there with long hair and brooding smiles and i had a moment of weakness. ig up until this movie in my brain he was still 5 and i didn't realize he's older than me

Summary: You are rooming with Chris and are close friends with her and Dalton when he starts to mentally deteriorate rip 

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

“Dalton? Woah, woah.” 

Dalton snapped his head off the table. Your eyes went wide as you watched him wake up, blinking aggressively. His fingers were still dipping in the paint but they had dried as he slept. 

“What time is it?” he grumbled. His hair was sticking up. He must’ve been out. 

“7. I just got back from dinner. I was gonna ask why you weren’t there but I guess we know the answer to that.” You looked down at the desk. Whatever he had been painting was now a smeared mess. His cheek had imprinted nothing but blue onto whatever the focus was. 

“Fuck,” he muttered. “I didn’t mean…” He shook his head. “Whatever.” He moved the canvas, starting to put things back as they were. 

“Your face is blue,” you noted. 

“What are you doing here?” he asked, now that his brain had caught up to him. You pursed your lips. You lived above him, with Chris. She was the reason the two of you had been introduced and then you ended up going to the same building for your early classes. 

“Chris said something happened at that frat party,” you said. “I just wanted to know what went down from a reliable source.” He shook his head. He was still sticky on the face. Whatever he was using to paint didn’t dry as quickly on his face as it did on his fingers. You put down your bag and looked around for something to clean him with. 

“Nothing happened.” You turned around, giving him a look. He let out a sigh. “I just mean, she was being dramatic.” 

“Chris being dramatic? Now who would’ve thought.” You grabbed a dirty shirt off the ground. “You like this shirt?” you asked. He looked at you, confused. He shook his head. “Cool.” You dipped it in the glass of water on his desk and then cupped his face with your hands. You started to rub off the paint. “I love Chris and I trust her. I just mean, she was saying some weird things.” 

“Yeah,” he muttered. “Ow.” 

“Sorry.” You sat on the unoccupied bed and leaned back. “Anyway. Tell me what’s going on.” He shook his head. He looked goofy, smeared with blue. If he didn’t have such a melancholy look on his face you would probably have laughed at him. “She said something about astral projection.” “It’s this whole thing.” His phone rang. It was on the table, beside the paint. He picked it up, looked at the name, and declined. 

“Was that your mom?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Why don’t you answer?” “Listen, you’re asking me a lot of questions right now and I’m not necessarily equipped to answer a single one of them,” he said, exasperated. You nodded, taking the hint. Instead you sat back up and started to clean his face again. 

“I have nail polish in my room that would help with this. Or, do you have rubbing alcohol?” 

“You sound like my mom,” he muttered. You pursed your lips and narrowed your gaze. “She probably packed something like that.” He looked down at his bag, one of the ones he had left unpacked. You picked it up and put it on your lap. You opened it up and started to look inside. 

“If not, we’ll find some. Or you can go to class in the morning all blue. It’ll really let everyone know how you’re feeling.” He laughed gently. Your eyes flicked up at him. There was something about him that you felt a fierce need to protect. There was a puppy dog aspect to his features, in his eyes. “Ah ha. Mrs. Lambert for the win,” you muttered as you pulled out some rubbing alcohol and a towel. You tossed the bag aside otherwise. And dumped some water on it first, then started to scrub. 

“I can astral project,” he said slowly. You stopped rubbing, meeting his eyes. He was dead serious. “I think. That’s what Chris said anyway.” You nodded slowly, continuing your work. “You think I’m crazy.”

“No. I just think you stopped your sentence with no more details and I’m waiting for them.” 

“I can see myself when I’m asleep and then I’m in this other world. Walking around, except no one can see me,” he said. 

“This paint is gonna stain,” you grumbled. You sat back. “You haven’t talked to your parents?” 

“No. Why would I talk to my parents about this?” 

“I dunno. Maybe it was something you did when you were a kid and they would know about it. Maybe it’s genetic.” 

“So what, are you like the astral projection expert now?”

“Dalton,” you said. “I’m just trying to help.” He let out a sigh. 

“I know. I’m sorry.” He shook his head. “Do you really think it’ll stain?” 

“Yes.” You winced. “Can’t imagine you can skip Armagan’s class tomorrow hm?”

“I’d rather face the embarrassment.” You nodded once. “I’ll take a shower. See if it cleans it off.” You nodded. 

“Mind if I hang around? Cleaning calms me. For some reason I think I should be stressed.” He shrugged.

“Mi casa es su casa.” 

“Sweet. Thanks D.” He dug around his bag for some clothes while you grabbed some more napkins. The door gently shut behind him as he left, leaving you alone in his room. The night light and his lamp illuminated the desk. You started to take the stuff off the counter, dumping piles of paint into the towel as you did so. You adjusted the light so that you could see everything. 

As you went to move it, Dalton’s phone turned on. You glanced at it, seeing the face of a pretty woman who had Dalton’s smile. You would’ve known it was his mom even if there hadn’t been a name to go with her phone call. 

You started to put it down, then glanced at the door. 

Answering it would be weird. 

You had never talked to his mom. Granted, you kind of hardly knew him. But clearly he was going through something and you were a strong believer that a mom could help figure anything out. 

After glancing back at the door you swiped the answer on his phone and brought it to your ear. 

“Hello?”

“Hi…sorry is this Dalton’s phone?”

“Yeah! Yes, sorry. He’s taking a shower and I wanted to make sure it wasn’t pressing,” you explained, far too quickly. You cleared your throat. 

“Oh!” She cleared her throat. “Are you one of Dalton’s college friends?” She paused. “Are you a girlfriend?” You laughed nervously. 

“Oh Mrs. Lambert I don’t know-” You started to regret answering the phone. This was definitely too weird. 

“No, sorry, that was a weird question.”

“This is a weird conversation.” You cleared your throat. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah! Yeah. I was just calling to check in on him, he hasn’t called that much. Would you tell him to call? I worry. He’s a brooding guy and I just wanted to make sure he was making friends out there. I mean, I guess he is making friends, considering you’re close enough to be answering his phone.” She stopped for a moment. “Is he alright?” 

“Yeah! Yeah, he’s…” You glanced at the door. “Actually Mrs. Lambert, I did answer for a reason.” 

“Renai. Please. And I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

“Y/N.” 

“Y/N. Why did you answer?” 

“He’s been a little…off lately. I mean, everyone understands going to a new place and starting school and whatever. But he was at this frat party yesterday-”

“He went to a frat party?” 

“I don’t have details, I wasn’t there,” you said, and had the heart to imagine him there and laugh. “He’s been acting kind of weird when he goes to sleep. Something about astral projection. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that would you?”

Suddenly she was quiet. She was stammering and then she was silent again. You glanced back at the door again. You weren’t sure how long he would be gone. 

“Can you tell him to call me Y/N?” 

“Yeah. Is there…anything I can do to help him?” She was silent again. You could almost imagine her, biting at her nail, wondering what was going on, what she had done wrong. You wondered what the past had brought with this subject. What happened to earn her silence? 

“No, I’ll talk to him. Thank you for answering and letting me know.” 

“Of course. It was nice to meet you, Renai.” 

“You too Y/N.” She hung up and the silence was more threatening now that the conversation was over. She gave you no real comfort. In fact, now you felt worse. 

“This is for sure staining. Do you think Armagan will care? Maybe she’ll think it's an artistic expression.” You jumped at the sound of Dalton’s voice. “You okay?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You still had his phone in your hand. He stared at it, confused, his eyebrows knit. 

“What’re you doing?”

“I really think you should call your mom D.” He looked even more confused now. His hair was wet and matt against his head.

“Did you talk to my mom?” 

“I know that’s super weird,” you admitted. “But she called and you didn’t answer earlier and I just got worried. I’m worried about you.” He narrowed his eyes on you. 

“I’m fine.” You handed him the phone.

“She sounded worried when I mentioned you hadn’t been sleeping well. Maybe you should-”

“I appreciate your concern but I’m okay. Really.” 

You handed him back his phone. You had managed to clean up the remaining paint but you hadn’t moved around any of his supplies. You bit your lip and gestured to them. 

“I didn’t move this stuff, I wasn’t sure where you wanted it.” 

“Thanks.” 

“I think the blue is a power movement by the way,” you said. He sat down on the bed beside you. 

“I think I’ll be okay in the morning,” he admitted. “Though I’ll get some weird looks. It might be a good topic of conversation.” 

“For sure! I mean, I’ll for sure talk about it.” He rolled his eyes. “Chris will also talk about it.” 

“She likes to talk.” 

“She’s extremely funny.” 

“She is, isn’t she?” You smiled gently and looked down at your lap. 

“I should probably leave you to it then. You probably have to visit some other realm in the night, huh?” He half nodded, running his hand through his hair. 

“What did my mom say?” You met his eyes.

“She thought I was your girlfriend.”

“You did answer my phone,” he countered. “That was on my bedside table.” You rolled your eyes. 

“Out of concern!” You shook your head. “She wanted to know if you were okay and if you had made any friends.”

“So you told her I couldn’t sleep?”

“Again! Concern!” He chuckled a bit and pulled his legs up onto the bed. He leaned against the wall, looking over at you. You turned around, a playful smile on your face. You wiped it off. “You should call her.” 

“I will, I will.” You started to sit up but he grabbed your arm, pulling you back down. “Where’re you going?” 

“Back to my dorm. Leaving you to sleep or walk or whatever it is you do when the lights are out.” He stared at you. You tried to read his expression. Soft, needy, trying to be guarded but doing a bad job at it. “Or I could stay. We could have a slumber party.”

“I like slumber parties.” 

“Me too,” you said, smiling. “Do I get to grab my pajamas or am I being held hostage?” He rolled his eyes. “Chris is gonna get jealous. She likes slumber parties too.”

“You can invite her down.” 

“There’s only two beds,” you said, gesturing to the two.

“We can share.”

“These are twin beds.” Dalton smiled, a genuine smile. He shrugged. 

“We’ll get close.” You wanted to hit him but refrained, just letting yourself blush. You stood up. 

“I’ll be back down in a second.” You opened the door and then turned around, leaning against it. “I’m not gonna tell Chris.”

“I didn’t think you were.” 

You shut the door behind you, taking a deep breath. Boys with long stringy hair were a downfall to the best of humankind. You couldn’t exactly deny the typical college girl butterflies. 

You pushed open the door to your room. Chris was sitting on her bed, book open at her legs. 

“I’m going out for the night,” you said. You reached for your pajamas. 

“Where’re we going?”

“Daltons.” 

“Sleep over?”

“Yes ma’am.” She raised an eyebrow. “Watching over him. Doing my duties as a friend.” She watched you as you walked around the room, shutting the door behind you so that you could change. 

“In separate beds?”

“Yes Chris,” you said, looking down at her. Her stare remained. 

“For how long?”

“Chris!” You threw your shirt at her. She caught it, laughing gently. 

“Have fun but not too much fun. Make sure he doesn’t astral walk into this bedroom again while I’m sleeping. That was fucking creepy.” You rolled your eyes. 

“Thanks for your support. You’re an amazing roomie.”

“Oh I know.” 

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Can you please write some jealousy hcs for sf6 Luke, Ed, Jamie and Bosch? If you want to do different characters that's ok or if they are too many you can just do some. Thank you !!!

fun fact: this was originally supposed to be released 2 days ago but guess who accidentally deleted half of it. :| soo it had to be rewritten again. so sad. also I think you can tell who i like based on the length of the hcs, oops

Luke

For the most part, Luke's a pretty chill guy so things don't bother him as much as they used to when he was younger.

He's glad to see you expand your horizons and meet new people along the way, especially finding new masters to train under.

He wants to see how far you've come from the last time he saw you, so he asks for a quick sparring match.

And you'd exceeded his expectations!

He's happy to see you develop your own style and dominate the streets.

"Woah, you've really stepped up your game," he said, genuinely impressed.

One thing though...why do you fight like a certain drunken boxer he knows?

Oh, You're learning under Jamie? Cool. Cool.

He's smiling but you can feel the tension behind it.

Luke is definitely the type of jealous that tries to play it off in a joking manner.

"Let's just say, I've had a couple of run-ins with the guy." he forced a chuckle. "He's...something else."

"Sounds like there's more to the story."

"Maybe there is, but it doesn't matter. What matters is that you're growing into an incredible fighter, and I'm proud of you for that." He pulled you in to press a kiss on your temple.

"Thanks, Luke. That means a lot coming from you."

"Anytime," he said, reaching out to ruffle your hair playfully. "And hey, if Jamie gives you any trouble, you let me know, okay?"

"Of course." you laughed, swatting his hands away.

"Come on, let's grab something to eat. I'm starving, and I bet you could use a bite after all that."

"Sweet! But you're buying."

You're your own person and you get to decide who you want to train under, but it still nags at him from somewhere deep within.

It may sound selfish of him, but he would rather you come to him for your concerns than anyone else. In part as your Coach and boyfriend.

So when other people try to make moves on you, he's internally sizing them up as he gives them a once-over.

So even though he has a smile on his face, it never reaches his eyes.

But he won't bring it up this time since you held Jamie in such a high regard.

And he's not going to hold your hand for every decision you make, but he trusts you enough not to do anything behind his back.

He hates to admit it, but it does tick Luke off knowing that Jamie would rub it in his face in their next encounter, it's almost inevitable.

So he would have a couple of not-so-nice words for the guy the next time he sees him on the street.

Ed

Ed watched you near the gym entrance as he leaned against the heavy sliding doors. 

You were running late to your nightly meet-ups and you weren't responding to any of his messages leading up to now. 

He wouldn't have cared if something came up and you had to cancel your date with him, but you mentioned how excited you were about seeing him today that he didn't think you would've just dipped the last second. 

So he went on a whim and decided to pay the gym down the street a visit. 

And surprise, surprise, here you were. 

You were chatting with, what he could assume was your coach, in the middle of the room. 

Ed's eyes flickered at the way Luke lightly squeezed your shoulder with a certain fondness in his eyes.

Bastard. 

He didn't know if you were oblivious or dumb for not noticing, so he made himself known by stepping on the mats in your direction. 

His presence immediately drew your attention and your eyes lit up when you saw him approaching, stepping back from Luke you said, "Ed! What are you doing here?"

"You're late. We had plans, remember?"

"Oh, crap, I'm so sorry! I lost track of time and…" You sputtered an apology and some excuses that fell deaf on his ears but his attention was more focused on your chummy coach.

Ed's glare could paralyze most people with fear, but Luke observed the exchange with a curious expression.

Realizing you may be having a one-sided conversation you introduced the pair to each other.

Luke extended a hand with a friendly smile. "The name's Luke, I'm one of the coaches here at Buckler's.

"Yeah, I've heard about you." He said, not acknowledging Luke's hand, which made the former pull back.

"Ed's been teaching me a little bit of boxing on the side." You chimed in, wrapping your arms around him. 

Actually, it was a bit odd that he didn't immediately try to shake you off. But that meant his mind was somewhere else.

"You've taught them well, They're lucky to have you as a teacher." Luke replied, addressing Ed again.

"Right…" 

He shrugged the arm you were hanging onto. "You ready to head out?"

"Yeah, just let me grab my stuff real quick then we could go," you said, giving him a small peck on his cheek before heading toward the locker room, leaving the pair alone.

"Look I don't know what you're trying to play at and frankly I don't care, but it ends now." 

"Hey, man, I'm not trying to play at anything. I'm just their coach. We keep things professional here." Luke raised his hands in a placating gesture.

"Yeah? Well, you seem pretty damn friendly for just a coach." Ed scoffed, not buying it.

Luke sighed, dropping his hands. "I get it. You're protective of them, and that's fine. But you need to trust that I'm not crossing any lines."

"Trust ain't something I give out easily. And right now, nothing's telling me you deserve even a lick of it."

"Fair enough," Luke said, crossing his arms. "But you should know that Y/n's here because they want to get stronger. And I'm not going to stop coaching them because you're feeling insecure."

"Insecure? Now you're just spouting crap." Ed narrowed his eyes.

"I don't think so." Luke hummed.

You quickly reappeared from the locker room with a bag slung over your shoulder. 

"Ready!" You said cheerfully, grabbing Ed's hand. "Alright, I'll see you later, Coach!" You called over your shoulder as you dragged the boxer towards the exit.

"Take care. And keep on practicing your footwork," he gave you a small wave. 

"Oh, and Ed," Luke said with a slight edge to his tone, making Ed turn to face him, "Take your shoes off the next time you step on my mats, won't you?"

Ed scoffed, with a smirk tugging on his lips. At least, he ain't no pushover.

You glanced between the two, sensing the underlying tension but not quite catching the full meaning of Luke's remark.

"What was that about?"

"Nothing, Just gym etiquette."

Jamie

With Jamie, he doesn't get jealous as easily as other people on this list. But he definitely has his gripes from time to time.

Woah, Pulling punches during a dance battle? Didn't see that one coming.

You told him you've been learning boxing from a guy who's been hanging around the beat square subway station, at least three times a week.

He was wondering what you've been up to.

Wait, did you say three times a week? That's more than you see him.

What's up with that?

He didn't mind you picking up new skills, especially with something as badass as boxing, but he missed your late-night talks.

And now, it was basically cut in half thanks to this Ed guy.

So he thinks it's time to give him a little visit from the infamous Jamie Siu, himself.

"Ah, now I get it." Jamie playfully circled him. "You got the whole bad boy get up and everything, huh?"

Ed looked up from his phone with an unreadable expression, "You gotta problem wit' me or something?" 

"Not at all buddy. I'm just trying to see who Mooncake's been hanging out with."

You sighed, telling him that Ed is just your Boxing coach and he's teaching you how to wield Psycho Power.

Nothing more, nothing less.

After adverting the crisis that was about to break out at the station, you would give Ed a quick apology before leaving with Jamie. 

Ed shrugged, saying 'whatever' and went back to his phone. 

You would have to confront him about his attitude later on.

Even if he felt jealous of where your focus was, you're still learning how to street fight. And he has no right to interfere with your training with your other Coaches. 

He shrugged at your concerns before asking if you wanted to try this new concoction he put together, offering the lip of his gourd to you. 

"Jamie, I'm being serious." You pushed the bottle back to him. 

"So am I."

You hardly picked up the way his eyes bore into your soul before he broke into a grin, taking a swig of his drink.  "Nothing like a good drink to ease the nerves."

When you tell him you're still upset with him about today, he'll lean up against the rails and cross his arms. 

Most of his jealousy stems from the fact that you're spending more time with other people than him. And he feels a tad bit neglected.

He's used to being isolated so the feeling isn't new to him. But he found himself staring at the space beside him where he expected to find your presence.

The times when you don't visit him, his mind wanders to the silly little adventures you'd tell him about and the places you get to see around the world.

But you have a track record of being gone for long periods of time and he just waits here, until you came back.

It's not your fault. He was just being a hard-ass, so he would be the one to apologize. 

"Look, I know you're still starting out and learning new stuff, which is cool n' all but I miss our nights together. And if it's that important to you, I'll back off. Just make sure to stop by from time to-time. 'Kay?"

"I will…And thanks, Jamie. I really appreciate it."

After a beat of silence, you gestured to the gourd resting beside you two. "Now, about that concoction of yours."

Jamie broke out in a grin, handing it to you. "Prepare to be amazed. The new and improved recipe is made from the ingredients you brought from Tian Hong Yuan. It's got a kick to it, just like you."

You both would've retired for the night in a drunken stupor, entangled in each other's arms.

He snuggled his face in the crook of your neck with a dumb smile, mumbling how much he loved you.

But next time you visit Ed, Jamie gives you a couple of 'souvenirs' to show off to your friend to show who you belong to. 

Bosch

You know, when you decided to stroll through town, Bosch didn't expect you to pick up another Master.

If anything, he guessed it was your eagerness that made people naturally gravitate to you.

He could tell how much you admired Rashid's wind abilities and charming personality, but it still irked him more than he cared to admit.

You would spend the majority of your days training and chatting with Rashid, eventually kicking Bosch to the curb.

He knew it was nothing more than a student-teacher relationship, especially since Rashid's wind techniques were something you wanted to master.

And the thing is, Rashid isn't even a bad guy.

He's just very charismatic, in a way that can be overbearing at times.

But he still couldn't shake the pangs of jealousy that gnawed at his soul.

With every new move that clicked, you would glance at Bosch to see if he noticed.

He's at least a little glad you still sought him out, despite your attention being elsewhere.

Maybe that's why he let it go on for so long.

He'll sit on his emotions and let the feeling bubble in his stomach before he would ever confront you about it. 

He probably even lets out a few snippy remarks if you keep pushing him away.

He doesn't mean it.

He never does, but Bosch has never been in a relationship before, so he doesn't know what to do whenever he felt the burning sensation of jealousy below the surface of his skin.

Bosch sat by the window sill and let the cool midnight breeze brush against his face.

He should've been relaxing, but his mind was anything but calm.

He heard the soft creak of the floorboards as he turned to see you approaching. 

You sat next to him by the window, offering some food you got from the markets. 

Your presence instantly eased his nerves as you both sat in the dark, listening to the distant sounds of the city.

Sensing Bosch's off demeanor, you asked what was on his mind.

"I'm just thinking." He said, sipping his drink.

"About what?"

"You." His eyes met yours, "…and Rashid."

You blinked in surprise. "Rashid? What about him?"

"It's just…you've been spending so much time with him. I get that he's your new master and he's teaching you a lot, but it feels like there's no time for us anymore."

"I didn't know you felt that way, but I'm sorry for not noticing sooner." You said aimlessly playing with his hands before tangling them together.

Bosch sighed, looking down at your intertwined hands. "You don't owe me an apology. I know I'm being hard-headed. I just…I wish I could open up to you more."

"You can always talk to me about anything, Bosch. And you don't need to force yourself to do so for my sake."

He looked up, meeting your eyes again. "I know. It's just hard sometimes. And seeing you with Rashid, makes me feel..."

"Jealous?"

"It's stupid, I know."

"I don't think it's stupid, it's a very human emotion. But I want you to know that no matter what, I'll always want to be here with you."

He hummed, still not taking your words to heart and opting to stare off into the night.

"How about this?" You scooted closer, resting your head on his shoulder, "I'll set aside more time for us, and you tell me whenever something's bothering you instead of bottling it up...Deal?"

A smile tugged on Bosch's face as he drew your intertwined hands closer, brushing his lips against your knuckles.

"Deal."

[girl-named-matty]

Hogwarts Legacy characters and my first impressions of them pt.1

Semi-in order of when you meet them.

Eleazar Fig: Cool guy, seems to care a lot about me so that's nice.

George Osric: This guy is TOTALLY the villain. Why would he just come out of nowhere and be acting so weird and like he doesn't want anyone else to hear what he has to say? (LOL sorry George 💀We all know how that ended)

Ranrok: Naww who is this- DID HE JUST KILL THAT GOBLIN?!

Professor Black: Annoying. Annoying, Annoying, Annoying. GO AWAY.

Professor Weasley: She's awesome, super sweet, and she's in Gryffindor and I'm in Gryffindor so that's nice. Oh, wait a Weasley???

Cressida Blume: She's cute. Has cute freckles.

Nellie Oggspire: I need to be her friend IMMEDIATELY.

Garreth Weasley: Oh this guys a cutie--OH SHOOT HIS LAST NAME IS WEASLEY.

Natty Onai: Her name is Natty... and mine is Matty... We now we HAVE to be best friends.

Professor Ronen: Oh, he seems like fun!

Sebastian Sallow: Woah wait why are they fighting. OH SHOOT IS THAT GINGER KID ABOUT TO DIE- Oh, never mind. Was this guy allowed to do that? Is he gonna bully me? Should I be suspicious of him? Oh, well either way he's kinda cute.

Professor Hecat: Oh, she's cool.😎

Lenora Everleigh: So cute and has a very beautiful name.

Sirona Ryan: An absolute queen. Gave me free butterbeer and she seems really considerate of the other shop keepers. Oh and she defends me so yeah absolute queen.

Victor Rookwood: Uhh who is this guy? Oh shoot wait is he supposed to be another villain? His top hat is kinda goofy ngl. Also what kind of a threat is "Can't drink butterbeer forever?". I don't know whether to be intimidated or to laugh. Maybe both?

Theophilus Harlow: MY EYEESSSSSSS! 😭😭😭 (Sorry but he looks nasty)

Professor Garlick: OH SHE CUTEEEEEEE.

Leander Prewett: Oh I HATE THIS GUY GET ME OUT OF HERE!!! SEBASTIAN SALLOW SAVE ME. PROFESSOR GARLICK HELP. (I promise I have changed my ways and I now love him)

Professor Sharp: OoOooo he looks intimidating but he is very handsome.

Amit Thakkar: CUTIE RAVENCLAW!

Andrew Larson: ANOTHER CUTIE RAVENCLAW! (throwing him in here now bc I'll tell you guys I didn't even know he had a name until like six or seven+ months ago so I got my first impression of him online LOL)

Lucan Brattleby: This kid looks fire. He's my little brother now and nobody can stop me.

Eric Northcott: He hasn't said a single word yet I do not like him. (Sorry Eric girlies)

Ominis Gaunt (1): Why does this guy keep talking to me in the hallways. Is he mad at me? WHAT DID I DO?! Oh, shoot wait is he blind? CAN HE SEE WITH HIS WAND??? DAWG THIS IS AWESOME. also he's really pretty.

Richard Jackdaw: Why does he look and sound exactly like Garreth? Is this another Weasley I don't know about?

Madam Kogawa: She looks cool. Kinda intimidates me tho and I have no idea why.

Everett Clopton: His voice is kinda annoying and we got in trouble but he did teach me how to go super fast on a broom so I'll give him that much.

Deek: AWWW I LOVE THIS GUY!!

Ominis Gaunt (2): WHY DID YOU YELL AT MEEEEE?😭IM NOT GONNA TELL ANYONE ABOUT THE UNDERCROFT I SWEAR. 😭😭

Percival Rackham: Don't like him. I don't know why but I do not like him.

Professor Howin: ...is that dodo bird actually gonna attack me or are you just saying that-

Poppy Sweeting: Aww she looks cute. She is very small but obviously that doesn't stop her from defending beasts from bullies LETS GO! Oh also she's got a cool hippogriff friend!

Imelda Reyes: Oh, I am going to beat her time by a LANDSLIDE just because she said that to me. (rivals to lovers fr)

Lodgok: Oh he seems really nice for helping us but should I be suspicious of his connections to Ranrok?

Gladwin Moon: Saw this guy earlier and he was acting weird. And now I figure out it's because of some statues. Can this school get any weirder?

pt.2 coming soon 👀

[joshusten]

got my head in a daze (guy/honey, redacted audios)

Guy takes care of a drunk and obliviously sentimental Honey.

(fluff, humor, taking care of drunk character)

2.5k+ words [ao3 link here!] [masterlist]

[CW and notes: implied alcohol consumption, honey kinda gets a lil vulnerable, drunken shenanigans, swearing, geordi and cutie briefly appear at the beginning bc i miss them lol, whipped and flustered Honey, whipped and flustered Guy, they love each other so much i’m shaking, possibly OOC**, GRAMMATICAL ERRORS not rlly proofread]

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"Thank you for calling Max's Rustic Pizza, my name is Guy, how can I– OH! Fuck! Hi! Sorry, forgot to turn off my 'work' brain–"

"Wait, what? Are they okay? Oh, okay, okay. How long will you be here?"

"Oh, cool, cool, okay. I'll meet you outside. Thanks a lot, Geordi. Stay safe."

The call ends and Guy scrambles around the apartment for a change of clothes. He's still wearing his work uniform. The stench (he doesn't really smell that bad, does he?) of sweat, basil, and, well, pizza feels embedded into them. 

Unfortunately, no matter how dashing he looks in the black polo shirt (according to what the very lovely old lady that lives across them said), Guy remembers Honey always complaining about the smell. This probably means they won’t appreciate being greeted by it once they arrive with their friend.

He opts for a simple shirt that’s fresh from the laundry and grabs a soft blanket for Honey. The nights have been chilly lately and with his burning hatred for being sick, he definitely doesn’t want his partner to experience that either, especially in their state.

The sound of tires on asphalt snaps Guy out of his fussing and he realizes he’s near the entrance of their building. He opens the door to greet the Corolla pulling up near the sidewalk. Its side windows rolled down to reveal Geordi at the wheel looking back at Cutie, who was comforting Honey in the passenger seat.

A very drunk Honey, that is.

“Psst. We’re here.” Cutie whispered gently as not to startle the very much intoxicated person currently resting on their lap. Honey opens their eyes and squints at their surroundings, letting out what Guy would probably describe as the cutest sound in existence (it really was just a whine but sue him for gushing on his partner over the simplest of things.)

“Really…?”

“Yes, really. C'mon, your escort's there," The telepath says, nudging them to look at the man currently standing outside the car wearing an oversized Star Trek shirt with a blanket slung over his shoulder.

"Es…what?" 

It was evident that the trio were trying, and failing, to suppress their amusement at how… out of it their usually uptight friend is. It's adorable, even. 

Guy lowers himself to get Honey to sit up and Cutie immediately helps him. Then, slowly but surely, the pair gently shifts them out of the car to stand up on the sidewalk. 

"Okay, there you go, hon," Guy finally balances his swaying partner (or at least, how balanced one can be while inebriated). "Thanks a lot. Can you guys go home safely?"

"Yeah, no need to worry about us! Cutie's just a lil tipsy but Honey's the only one actually affected by how much of a lightweight they are," Geordi answers, wiping some fog that formed on his glasses. Guy glosses over the very endearing fact that their ever-so-grumpy partner is a lightweight to realize how cold it is outside. The blanket!

He wastes no time wrapping the soft fabric around Honey and they instantly snuggled up to it. “Woah…thanks…S’cold a while ago…” They happily said, their words slowly coming out like molasses. 

Guy chuckles, averting his gaze from the peaceful smiling face of their partner to Cutie’s shit-eating grin. “Thanks again. I’m glad they didn’t get themself into trouble.”

"No prob, Guy, really. Though I am not gonna miss how much they were raving about their wonderful boyfriend throughout the car ride. No matter how cute it was, that was still 30 minutes I can’t take back. I don't need to be a mind reader to know they can’t wait to see you.”

Geordi lets out a few snickers that make Guy wonder if there was an inside joke he wasn’t getting. He dismisses the thought, Never mind that! His Honey was being all mushy! About him!  That leaves him blushing, cheeks hot with a small smile growing and Honey quietly observes the man beside them. They amusingly think their strange escort looks enchanting when flustered.

“O-okay, then! Welp, get back home safe!” Guy waves a hand, the other around Honey’s waist tightened to keep them on their very unstable feet. “I’ve got my very drunk paramour that’s in dire need of some tender loving care to attend to." 

The couple waves them goodbye as the side windows close (with a scandalized “Geordi!” accompanied by a playful slap coming from Cutie despite the aforementioned man keeping his mouth shut though, shortly right after, he bursts into a fit of giggles.) Guy really doesn’t get how they both seem to communicate without sharing any words between them but he shrugs it off for now. He has more pressing matters to deal with.

“C’mon, Honey! Time to get you in our humble abode!" Guy begins to guide their partner to the entrance and opts for the nearby elevator instead of the stairs. He definitely doesn't want to risk any possible accidents from that.

They were both quiet for the whole three stories up. Guy worries about how exhausted Honey must've felt with how they were leaning on his shoulder, eyes closed as they breathed softly, almost snoring. Cute. 

The journey to their unit was surprisingly quick. Guy takes out his keys after gently shaking the bundled-up figure beside him. "Hey,” he whispered, “We're here, sleepyhead."

The door opens and so do Honey’s eyes, blinking out any weariness that weighed on them. They stride over to the couch with the short-lived confidence of a drunkard, leaving the man holding them surprised. They don't remember walking being so difficult. Why was the ground so…move-y all of a sudden? 

Guy's eyes widen as he realizes Honey is out of his grasp. They managed to take a few steps before he could see their movements getting sluggish again. "Woah, hey, hey! Slow down, let me help." He takes hold of their arms to balance them as he gently set their partner on the couch. 

“There ya go,” Guy smiles, kneeling down on his knees to help them out of their footwear that has probably grown uncomfortable. However, the moment he starts to take off their shoe, Honey's foot jerks back. They have their usual annoyed expression but something seems off about how they look at him.

“Hey, back off! I have a… boyfriend, y’know?”

. . .

What.  

"What?"

"Look, dude, thanks for… bringing me up here but I'm gonna…wait for my boyfriend, okay?"

Holy shit, they're fucking wasted.

"Honey, it's me," Guy insists. No doubt the real, very much existing live audience he always monologues for would find this situation hilarious if he wasn't desperately trying to take care of his partner without them freaking out.

"Ha-ha, okay, man, you’re really cute and shit but I want my boyfriend here, not some random fucking guy!”

Despite literally rejecting him in their drunken stupor, his grumpy darling of a partner still makes way for his heart to flutter. How the hell is he going to handle this when some simple flattery from them leaves his mind reeling? “But I’m not some guy! I am Guy!” He sees that the statement confuses Honey’s already muddled mind some more. At moments like these, Guy wonders what in the ever-loving fuck his parents were on when they decided to name their child like that. 

The man backtracks, "Look, your…boyfriend is a lil busy right now. He’ll be back soon but he told me to take care of you while he’s gone, would that be okay?”

Honey squints their eyes, and their foot slowly sets itself back on the floor. “Hm. fine…but don’t pull any moves on me, got it?” They pointed a threatening finger at him. “I like my boyfriend a whole lot and I don’t want him coming home to some bullshit, you hear me?” 

Their strange escort smiles wide and Honey is suddenly overtaken by the instinct to cup his round cheeks, as if it was second nature. Honey shakes their head. There’s something about this man, they just don’t know what, but he makes them feel…weird.

“You got it, boss!” Guy beams with a mock salute before untying the laces of their shoe. After a few moments of comfortable silence, he decided to speak up. “Y’know, that must be one lucky boyfriend. You seem to be fond of him.” He means it. He really is lucky to have them in his life.

Honey looks away with furrowed brows, mumbling softly, “I’m the lucky one…”

“Hm? What do you mean?” Guy tilts his head to the side. Well, that got him curious.

“He’s… he’s really nice to me, even when I’m not.” The urge for Guy to rebut was strong but he decided to shut the fuck up for once to let them continue. “He acts goofy as hell most of the time, too. Like some fucking gremlin or something…”

Their eyes meet and his breath hitches. They’re beautiful.

“And he makes me feel really, really good. He asks for kisses all the time and he cooks me breakfast and his voice sounds so nice in my ear even when he talks a lot a-and he makes my stupid heart feel stupid warm when he looks at me with those pretty eyes like–” They pause to take a breath. 

“Like I’m actually enjoyable to be around.” Honey’s flustered. The heat practically radiates off of them as they lock their gaze on the floor. “He's stupid handsome too, it’s not fair! S’like he got it all!” 

They pushed a finger up to the man’s lips in an attempt to shush him (They also ignore how pleasantly soft it feels against their skin), "But don't tell him I said that!" 

Guy merely chuckles to mask the reality of how fast his heart is beating right now. Fuck, if he keeps getting these sweet compliments from a blushing Honey in such generous amounts, he might actually pass out. Definitely not a bad way to go. He awkwardly cleared his throat, noticing that they were expecting a reply from him, “I-I won’t. I promise.” They seem satisfied by that, crossing their arms as they avoid his eye contact again. Guy racks up his mind on what to do next, his thoughts currently in disarray no thanks to the overwhelming affection he’s receiving. “How ‘bout you go wash up and change your clothes so we can get you to bed, hm?”

Honey nods, and allows the man to guide them to the bedroom (not without a sharp “No funny ideas!” from them and a giggly but reassuring “Of course, of course!” from the man). Guy makes sure to leave the bathroom door open just in case something happens as Honey sloppily brushes their teeth while he prepares some sleepwear for them. 

Once they were done, Guy stepped out of the room to give his partner some privacy and brings back a glass of water with some painkillers to leave by their bedside table for tomorrow. He waits outside the bedroom door, knocking one, two, three times, “Can I come in?”

After hearing the soft “Sure” from inside, the door creaks open to reveal their Honey, clad in pajamas, lying in bed. He sets the pills down and inches the glass toward their lips.

“Hey, don’t sleep yet. You gotta get hydrated first.”

Guy notices they were a bit more compliant, probably too tired to try intimidating him with…their boyfriend. After a few sips, Honey yawns, their head gently landing on the fluffy pillows surrounding their drowsy state. The fatigue was really catching up on them, allowing slumber to take over easily. 

In their dreams, they swear they feel a warmth caress their skin and a soft, fleeting pressure on their forehead.

“I love you.”

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The first thing Honey hears through the headache is the sizzle of the omelet that Guy is currently giving out a performance to in his rendition of a song he’s playing on his phone.

The man turns off the stove, expertly sliding the dish on a plate placed nearby while still shaking his hips to the music. He continues his singing, oblivious to the fact that their partner is currently observing them with a grin despite the pounding in their head.

“He’s a semi-aquatic egg-layin’ mammal of– AH!” Guy almost drops the plate the moment he notices someone by the hallway. “Honey!” 

They wince at the sudden greeting and Guy sheepishly smiles at them as an apology. “You wanna eat? I cooked some eggs.”

“That would be nice, thanks. Sorry for interrupting your…Disney Channel concert.”

Guy dramatically gasps, setting down another plate in front of where Honey sat at the table. “That was not just some Disney Channel concert! It’s my Phineas and Ferb playlist! That was a serenade to Aphrodite, an angel’s choir! That show’s soundtrack contained the very secret chord that David played! Receiving the highest praise from the greatest minds of our time, including, but not limited to, yours truly! I can’t believe you would slander the artistry of–mmph!” 

He smiles in the kiss and he tastes the fresh mint in their mouth. They brushed their teeth again before coming here. Had they planned to kiss him all along? They pull away, dragging a needy whine from his lips. Fuck, the day hasn’t started yet and they’ve already got his heart pumping. A good morning indeed.

“Okay, okay, I get it, you menace!” Honey lets out a giggle that has Guy taking back everything he said. His taste in music is definitely their laugh. “It’s too fucking early for you to be monologuing like this.”

They smile again and he knows it’s a joke, especially after everything that they’ve confessed to under the influence a few hours ago. He smirks mischievously, “Oh? That’s not what you said last night~”

Honey raises a brow, their fork with a piece of the beaten egg stopping midway towards their mouth. “What, did I do something stupid?”

The man excitedly scoots his chair near them, “Hm, what was that about my voice sounding so nice in your ear?” Honey squints their eyes in confusion before they widen, the foggy memories from last night coming back to them. Heat rapidly rises to their horrified face, much to their smug boyfriend’s delight.

“Shut the fuck up!”

“Or–how did you put it–me being stupid handsome?”

“Guy, please–”

“Oh! Or what about making your heart feel stupid warm?”

At this point, Honey hid their face in Guy’s neck, playfully slapping the arms wrapped around their waist.

“You’re an asshole.” Their words held no heat and were less mean considering they came out muffled from their significant other’s shoulder. The latter simply laughed.

“To be fair,” Guy whispered in their ear, “You make my stupid heart feel stupid warm too.”

Honey sits back up, more flustered than ever and Guy relishes the view. His lover muttered a quick “Fucking dumbass.” before kissing him again, considerably more tender than the last.

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- “Gitchee, gitchee goo means that I love y– OW! Ow, ow, ow! Okay, pausing the playlist, going back to the romantic mood!”

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i rlly like this fic!! idk the idea of a flustered tsundere honey was just so delicious AND GUY GETTING EQUALLY FLUSTERED BC EUEUEUFHSDKFHJ HIS BABYHONEYDARLING IS BEING SO MUSHYYY LMAO again tho, feel free to leave me feedback!! whether it's a grammatical error or how true/consistent i am to the characters, it will always be appreciated!! have a nice day/noon/night!! >:))

[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

Read my lips

Regardless of what people say the worst thing about being Isekai in genshin isn't the lack of technology or how many monsters there are, it's about how you can't read anything that is written

Notes: i know this concept is overdone and everything but i just wanted to see an Spanish speaking reader jsjsjjs

Wc: 2,1k

Landing on teyvat there were many things you had to get used to quickly to not get attention. Getting used to seeing children with natural pink hair. Blue being a more common hair color than brown for vision bearers.

But one thing you never got used to is reading in their alphabet. Even if the way they speak sounds like English the symbols that represent each one are so different to any type of alphabet you ever saw that at one point you gave up trying, opting for asking questions or leading people to suggest things so that you don't have to read. As you are doing now.

Looking to the blackboard with what you guessed was the menu you ask her as smoothly as you could "Say Sara, what do you recommend for me on this sunny day" you smile widely.

Sara, already used to this antic simply answers " well, there are chicken skewers and if you pay 500 extra we add a drink. But if you are specially frugal today I can give you a few tasks and the house covers it all, what do you think?"

" I just got paid so I'm going to pay" pulling out 1500 worth of moras you lean over the counter " is it me or has it gotten hotter"

Sara scribbles the order and grabs a chicken from behind the counter, cutting it so she can skewer the pieces " I think it's because it's been raining lots, whenever it's this humid my hair is a mess and my clothes stick so much because of the sweat"

A voice joins in " is it really so hot for you two? I would say it's rather mild" the owner of the voice being an old novelty, an animal hybrid.

He walks towards the counter followed by a girl and a man dressed up as a knock off Anubis, even if they looked slightly different than in game you could guess they were collei and cyno.

" Yes, summer is coming so i guess we have to get prepared for a heatwave" As collei gets closer you can see some familiar words written on collei's arm " do you have dirt in your arm? Here, let me clean it for you" taking a piece of fabric you use as a handkerchief and dampening it slightly with saliva you try to erase the supposed dirt

Collei takes her arm away whining " noo, please. It took me so long to write this words I doubt I can remember how to do them again without the book"

Tighnari looks at yours and Sara's confused faces and briefly explains "in sumeru people write whatever they feel they need the most of in certain moments as a way to feel closer to the creator"

Looking closer you see it reads 'seguridad en mi mismo' " oh, then you must be ready shy if what you need is confidence in yourself"

Tighnari's ears stand upright, surprised meanwhile collei looks at you starstruck " are you so knowledgeable about the holy language that you can read it without a guide?It's so cool! Even the scholars and scribes need a dictionary!"

Surprised you try to brush off her excitement " oh, i just know a little, bit too much. I do know that you gendered 'mismo' wrong, if you are a girl you would refer to yourself as 'misma'" getting the handkerchief closer to erase the o " can I erase it and write an a?"

Collei nods before taking the handkerchief and erasing the o, taking a pen out of her bag she stops for a second before looking at you sheepishly " I… forgot how the a looks. Can you?" You grab the pen, gliding smoothly over her soft skin " woah! You calligraphy is sooo neat! I can feel more confident already. Cyno look" she shows the mismatched calligraphy on her arm "doesn't it look so nice!"

" I guess you can say it's 'callineathy'"

" Why do you think it's a gendered language?" Tighnari looks at you, eyebrows furrowed " it's just a theory that started taking rise a few days ago…"

Looking at him a bit confused you answer " When talking about someone else you use

'él' and 'ella', each job or title or other things changing accordingly? Like 'hijo' is masculine and used for 'él' and 'hija' is feminine and used for 'ella'? That is just one example that it's heavily gendered."

Cyno scratches his chin " I never thought mondstrat had an expert on holy language. If you don't mind, would you come with us to sumeru after the windblume festival? I'm sure the akademia would find you the most helpful"

" Oh, i have never been the scholar type. I will pass, but thanks either way" the last thing you need is people getting amazed about your abilities to read Spanish even as your first language, what you need even less is people trying to find something about you only for your history here to have started three months ago at best

" Who would have said, my client to refuses to read the menu and asks me for suggestions is actually well versed in holy language" Sara laughs

" Why don't you three come here and we share a meal together?"

After a week the windblume festival comes to an end as does the three foreigners travel back home, not without another offer to show you they Homeland (or more specifically their akademia and old manuscripts that needed to be translated)

" Are you sure that you don't want to visit sumeru? There is beautiful greenery throughout"

" Oh, I'm sorry, I truly like forests in theory but I can't stand mosquitoes"

" There are almost no mosquitoes in the desert, i could take you to aaru village, it's a beautiful place"

" I would love to but I can't stand such high heat! I'm prone to overheating. Sorry"

After a few days of that over and over they greet you goodbye and hope to see you soon, sighing tiredly you rest your back against the wall as you watch them leave " they were so nice but so insistent. I almost gave up and went"

A few months went by, summer had already passed its hardest peak and you were getting ready for autumn even if it was many weeks away, almost like a lover you yearn for after years of not seeing each other. Only to later start yearning for winter after you get tired of the leaves, and then spring when you can't stand the cold any longer, and then summer again after getting bad pollen allergies and the endless cycle continues

" It's been so long since I could write in my language" you start running a stick you found on the floor through the ground, slowly making out various words. Patos, caracol, flores, calor. You would have kept going had someone not stood up behind you covering the sun. His green eyes scanning the words before meeting your own

" So you must be (Y/N)"

"Ay, pero la repu-"

It seems that they snitched on you, after something that you would consider a kidnapping had the knights at least done something when al-haitham dismissed them saying something along the lines of the future of how we understand the holy language you are dragged to the akademia.

Finally reaching the palace like building after hours of being held like a potato sack al-haitham drops you. That would be a good chance of running away had you a) had a glider, and b) not being literally between al-haitham and the door

" Enter. It was difficult enough tracking down the rumors and getting you here for you to behave like a mule"

" I remind you I was very happy living in mondstrat until I was dragged here"

" At least you didn't have to walk. You aren't specifically light, you know?"

Now giving up on keeping a façade you start cursing him out " ay pero que gracioso el hijo de mil p-"

A child comes out of the door, her hair white and her big eyes bright green. " oh, you must be that expert the rumors talked about. Come in, let's talk, you too al-haitham"

You are basically pushed forward by al-haitham's chest intro a room with two couches and a coffee table

You are sat between al-haitham and the wall, both of you looking at nahida

" So this is the person who shows great use of the archaic language?" She asks al-haitham who only nods

" When I found them they were writing in it" nahida seems surprised

" Writing?"

" Those seemed like loose words but it's still at least a bare minimum of three years of intensive study to write without guides"

" Where did you learn it?" The question now seems directed to you " i have yet to hear of someone in Mondstrat who teaches it "

Now it's your time to lie. Should you go with the classic 'I don't know. It comes naturally' or a simpler ' i used to know an old man who taught me, he said it was a fake language' but that will almost certainly discredit you, it seems like you could milk the akademia for some mora or at least a semi luxurious treatment as a guest. it's a promising future even if it wouldn't last that long

" When I was a child I went into a coma" the typical 'I woke up knowing it' will work, or so you hope " I remember dreaming of someone talking to me in a strange language and it stuck with me and somehow when I woke up I could speak it." Nice it seems like they semi believe it, now just the finishing touch and it should be flawless "I didn't find out it was the holy language after years, when I was speaking with a girl named collei who came for the windblume"

That girl only muttered a small 'interesting' "then you are able to read and write it?"

You shake your head " i can also speak it"

" Al-haitham" he looks up as he is named " please translate those texts with them and rewrite them in the common tongue" and he nods as an answer, is he capable of muttering more than three words consecutively or does he need a time to cool down?

" Hey, I kind of never agreed to this. I work doing commissions from dawn to dusk and hardly can make ends meet. I can't afford to take time off" please for god's sake bite the bait and let you live comfortably

" Is that so?" She thinks for a bit " i guess the akademia can take care of your stay and food for as long as you agree to work with us" she extended her hand and you don't even stutter to grab it

" Deal!"

Now a few days later you start to dislike your own choice

" Al-haitham, i already told you. You have to mark your ñ's!"

" Islenio" he says confidently

" Don't act so smug when you are wrong!" You throw your head back, almost hitting the back " follow after me"

"Is"

"Is"

"Le"

"Le"

"Ño"

"Nio"

" Give me your hand, i saw someone do this to teach their child" you grab his hand and put it on your neck so he can feel the vibrations " look closely to my lips"

You start repeating that word repeatedly, his hand snug against your neck, almost pressing on your pulse. His deep green eyes fixed on your lips as he mouthed the syllables alongside you. This was one of the most calming times with al-haitham that you could remember had it not been for-

"Hyaa!?" Kaveh's shriek scares the living shit out of you "I know it's your apartment and all but next time tell me you have someone over!" His face is mostly blush by this point

" Why would I? You have never been bothered by visits before"

" Well, because you didn't bang them! If you want to have some over it is fine but if you want to be intimate at least let me know! I don't want to be here when you fuck someone!"

"Oh" Al-haitham focuses on his hand wrapped around your throat and how intensely he was looking at your lips but doesn't care enough about making things clear " if you are bothered you can leave"

You don't get a chance at explaining before kaveh is out the door " couldn't you just tell him this is for our job?"

" I don't see why he should know. Plus we are both grown consenting adults, whatever our relationship is it's between us"

" You are dense as a rock, ain't you?"

[donutz]

Denji x 2000s! reader

Oh hey guys 😛

☆ Warningz - Not really a warning, but reader is gender neutral, though they dress feminine-like within the hotter and colder days, just more covered up on Winter and Fall. Just kind of giving the reader a specific style.

☆ Genre - Fluff ofc, romantic too (^_-)≡☆

@( o･ꎴ･)@ “Woah! Your shorts are.. Super short!”

“... Yeah, it’s 85 degrees outside..”

“It’s just.. I’ve never seen you more showy clothes..”

“You just dress so differently on the colder days..”

“Like um… Like grunge I think that’s what you call it…”

“Do you wanna come?”

“Huh! Oh yeah!”

Denji rushes over to you, excited to follow along with such a cool person.

“Did you shower?”

“...”

“Go shower Denji.”

He groans, keeping his unsatisfied sounds in his mouth. Then he slowly walks over to the shower, his slouched back showing he wasn’t happy.

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After 5 minutes of waiting, he came out.

Of the shower I mean.

You see his body covered with a towel, meaning he just got out.

You disgustingly squint your eyes and yelled at him to actually wash instead of soaking in water.

“I DID WASH!!”

“WITH SOAP?”

“...”

“GO SHOWER.”

“ >:(” Though he frowned, he did listen.

Damn.

He really wanted to go shopping with you.

After 15 minutes, you assumed he used soap this time. But you don’t want to risk it, so you give him a smell inspection.

No, not in a weird way, just to make sure that he actually washed.

“Hm. You smell clean, did you put on deodorant?”

“Yeah! I remembered this time!”

You start to feel his hands, wondering if he put on lotion.

“Oh wow, you remembered lotion too?”

“... Uh yeah! I did..” His delayed reaction makes you doubt, but his soft hands say otherwise.

You look up at his face, detecting for any lies, but you could only detect distraction from your intertwined hands.

A deadpan appears on your face, before you give him a hug.

“Good job, just work on that washing with soap part yeah?” You whisper in his ear,

“.... Uhhh, yeahh…” He grows more astonished as he realizes your hugs are.. Well, for real!

You pull back while putting your hands on your hips, looking at a sleeping Aki and Power.

“I think Aki can handle her, maybe.”

“.. Ya think Aki will be mad at us?”

“Mm probably at you, but not me. I’m not sure why though, guess I’m just the favorite.”

“I’m glad I’m not.”

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

While walking over to the store, because driving would be too much in Tokyo, nobody disturbed you, as in talking to you.

You could hear the ‘quiet’ whispers of how ‘indecent’ you dressed as a teen.

Mind you even if the shorts are above your knees, your behind isn’t being shown, at all. The only other thing was a short sleeve, along with pretty accessories of course.

Denji frowns at the speech the old men and women speak, leaning to your ear to whisper—

“These oldies are saying a lot..”

“Leave them, it’s just old people being old. Always so judgemental to younger audiences.”

He looks at your face, surprised how well you took that.

“Woah, are you rich?” (He said this because of how you grouped your words together in that, ‘rich-like’ sentence).

“... Denji— we live in the same home??”

“Oh yeah!” He laughs.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

You two arrive at the grocery store, getting what Aki said to.

“Can you get me some carrots, broccoli, and rice?”

Denji salutes in some way, stomping down his foot and rushes over to the sections regarding veggies and grain.

He’s cringey but it’s okay because it’s Denji.

You collect up on some waffles, milk, and a few stickers for Power.

It’s been 2 minutes, which doesn’t seem long but it is, as you two are in quite a small store.

You look in the aisles, but not seeing Denji.

 Finally, you find him sitting down on the floor.

“Get off the floor.”

“There’s no more rice :(”

“Did you find the carrots and broccoli?

He sniffs, “Yeah…”

“Then get up. We can find another store. Or ask if there’s some in the back.” (I don’t know if you can do that or if it’s okay in Japan, please don’t be mad).

“Okay D:”

You did end up getting your rice, with Denji clinging to your side every time you walked, unless you ‘assigned’ him something.

Whenever you were looking at what’s on the shelves, he was hugging you, holding your hand, just loving the affection you gave.

“Thank you for your purchase!” The elder man at the counter said.

“Of course, have a great time!” You responded.

You two walked out, with Denji being bedazzled at your kindness.

“Why aren't you like that with me..?”

“Because you aren’t an elderly man.”

“You were just shaming elderly men like an hour ago!”

“Shhhh, people are gonna shame me if you said that any louder.”

“...”

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Arriving home, you found Aki scrubbing peanut butter off of the kitchen counter.

While Power was staring at the TV.

Hm.. I think Aki ‘spilt’ that.

A/N|| Uhm, no me posting this doesn’t announce that I’m back for sure. I just got a sudden urge to write, and an idea. Sorry (⌒_⌒;)