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unpredictable-probabilities · 1 year ago

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Granting Favors 14 - Dances and Darkness

Summary:

The day after accidentally hugging Azul, Jamil learns about an upcoming party at the Cultural Festival. As he wonders how he could ever bring himself to ask Azul out, someone in the VDC team slowly starts to crack . . .

Word Count: 5,129

Author's Note:

Finally an update after five months!! Thank you all so much for waiting! :'>

And thank you so much to @patchyegg87 for helping me with editing this chapter. I hadn't written for this fic in so long that it was a little difficult to get back into the rhythm of it, and I'm very grateful for her help~

I hope you enjoy this chapter! <3

(more notes at the end)

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Jamil opened his eyes, seeing the unmistakable purple-silver of Azul’s hair. How long had he been pressing his face against it? Did he do anything else while he was asleep? Did he talk?

He took a breath to calm himself. What’s more important right now was to move away from Azul without waking him up. Azul didn’t even mean to fall asleep here last night; what if he woke up to Jamil hugging him from behind and accused him of being a creep?

Very slowly, Jamil lifted his arm from Azul’s waist, and moved away inch by inch until he got off the bed and stood unsteadily on the floor. He turned to get his phone from the nightstand and turn off his alarm, but he moved too quickly and his hand hit the lamp.

He caught it before it could fall, but the thing was so old and fragile that the lampshade and lightbulb got detached and fell to the floor. There was a crunch as the lightbulb cracked.

“Damn, that was my only light,” he cursed softly. The main lightbulb on the ceiling tended to flicker at random times, so he preferred to use the lamp whenever he needed light in the room, but it looked like that wouldn’t be possible now.

He steadied what remained of the lamp, then picked up the fallen lamp shade and lightbulb and put them back on the nightstand. He’d check later if the bulb would still work.

His phone lit up and the alarm rang. He felt an instinctive panic for a second, but reminded himself that it was alright now for Azul to wake up since he had moved away from him already.

He turned off the alarm as Azul began to stir on the bed. The Octavinelle Prefect sat up and blinked slowly, looking around in confusion. When his eyes landed on Jamil, realization dawned on his face.

“Oh dear,” Azul said and quickly got down from the bed and stood up, smoothing out his clothes. “I apologize, I didn’t mean to fall asleep here and take up space on your bed.”

Azul reached up to fix his hair, and Jamil tried not to stare as his fingers ran through those soft locks that he had been nuzzling just minutes ago.

“Your glasses are here,” Jamil said to distract himself. He picked them up from his nightstand and handed them to Azul.

Azul took the glasses and wore them. “I hope I wasn’t too much of a bother.”

“No,” Jamil shook his head. “I fell asleep almost immediately after you did.”

“You could have woken me up, you know,” Azul said as he took his backpack from the floor.

Jamil crossed his arms. “You rarely go to sleep early, I wasn’t gonna ruin it. Now let's go downstairs before Vil accuses me of oversleeping."

They went down to the lounge and ran into Yuu holding a cup of what looked like hot chocolate.

"Oh hey, guys! I didn't know you were still here," Yuu said to Azul.

"Ah, yes, I had accidentally fallen asleep while working on our project." Azul adjusted his glasses. "I hope I had not overstayed my welcome."

"Of course not! You're welcome to stay over anytime," Yuu smiled and headed to the kitchen.

"I should get going," Azul glanced at his watch. "Thank you for letting me stay the night."

"No problem. Our next schedule to work on the project is at lunch, right?" Jamil asked. They had two hours of lunchbreak and they decided to use most of it for their project.

"Yes, after Alchemy," Azul replied.

Jamil nodded. "Right, I'll see you then."

Azul tipped his head politely and smiled before heading out the door.

Jamil went to shower and stood under the water for a while, hoping the cold would help his mind forget what he had done in his sleep last night.

—

Morning classes went by without much trouble. They fortunately had less workload because of the upcoming festival; the teachers were busy preparing for it, too. He just had Alchemy left then it would be lunchtime.

A colorful poster on the bulletin board caught his eye, it was made by the Film Appreciation Club advertising the party they would be holding at the festival.

Jamil recalled how the senior members of the club had visited their Magical History class earlier to announce the event, explaining that it would have a buffet and a dance floor. He didn't think much of it, until after the club members left and his classmates started whispering about who they were going to take as dates to the dance.

He didn't know why, but his eyes had instinctively sought out Azul a few seats away from him, though Azul was busy continuing to answer the seatwork that got interrupted by the event announcement.

Now that he had seen the poster, questions nagged at the back of his mind. Should he ask Azul to the party? Would Azul even want to go at all, considering he didn't like eating a lot or dancing?

Anyway, the festival was still several days away, so he had a lot of time to think about whether he should ask Azul. He wasn't too worried about someone else asking him. Most of the students still found the Octavinelle Prefect intimidating; Jamil couldn't imagine any of them having the guts to ask Azul to go with them to such an event.

It was at the end of Alchemy when he realized he might be proven wrong.

They were all packing up their things after Professor Crewel dismissed them, and Jamil overheard a particular conversation a few seats behind him.

"Are you guys going to that party by the Film Club?"

"I dunno, not really into dance parties."

"I should like to go, yes. And I'm planning to snag myself a handsome date to go with me."

Normally Jamil didn't care for conversations that he wasn't a part of, but something about that person's smug and confident tone made him glance over.

His fellow Second Year had a Pomefiore armband, but he couldn't remember his name at the moment. More importantly, though, was where he was looking.

Jamil followed his gaze and saw Azul by the shelves, double-checking the test tubes for cracks before returning them to their holders.

The Pomefiore guy stood up, and before he knew it, Jamil was already making his way to Azul.

"Hey," he said when he got behind the Octavinelle Prefect. "Those test tubes look fine. Let's head to the library now."

Jamil subtly looked over at the Pomefiore student. He was caught up in conversation with another friend, but he was much nearer to them now. At any moment he would be reaching Azul.

"Just making sure," Azul said, putting the last test tube back on the rack. "I wouldn't want to get blamed for cracked test tubes when Professor checks the equipment."

The conversation close behind Jamil seemed to be ending already, and he found himself tapping his foot restlessly while waiting for Azul to be ready to leave.

"Alright, everything looks good," Azul said, adjusting his glasses. "Shall we?"

Jamil exhaled a sigh of relief. "Yeah."

He started pushing Azul toward the exit, joining the flow of students who were in a hurry to leave and get lunch.

Jamil kept glancing over his shoulder while they walked, and fortunately they lost the Pomefiore guy among the bigger crowd of students in the hallway.

"Well, I'd never seen you be so eager to go to the library before," Azul said with mild surprise on his face.

Jamil realized that he still had his palms pressed against Azul's back, gently pushing him to move forward.

He immediately let go and took a step back.

"Uh, yeah. We'd be working there for about two hours and I wanna get a good seat since we'd be staying that long," Jamil lied through his teeth. Their seating wasn't really his priority at the moment.

Azul nodded thoughtfully. "Good point. We should head to the more spacious tables before other students take them."

They headed to the library and took a seat near the back where the couches and bigger tables were.

Blueprints and notebooks were scattered on their table, and they had been working for about half an hour when a voice spoke.

"Azul, I had hoped to find you here."

Jamil looked up to see the smiling face of the Pomefiore Second Year.

This time Jamil remembered his name. He recalled it because of the way that his dark brown hair was combed more properly than it had been at Alchemy–Jamil could swear that it even had a subtle shine to it now–and he had replaced his school uniform jacket with a fancier-looking blue and white coat.

Hansel Finnegan of the Southern Isles. The bastard had dressed up for the occasion of asking Azul out.

"Hansel," Azul said in surprise, straightening up into a more formal posture. "To what do I owe this visit?"

"Please," Hansel elegantly waved a hand. "You know you can call me Hans."

Something about the way he said it reminded Jamil of another guy wearing fancy clothes.

"Please, just 'Rielle' would be fine."

It did not help his irritation.

Hansel smoothly sat across from Azul, not even acknowledging Jamil's existence. "I came here because I wanted to know if Mostro Lounge would be catering the Film Club's event. You know how much I adore your dishes."

Azul raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Really now? Then shouldn't you be having lunch at Mostro Lounge?"

Hansel chuckled. "I did go there just now, but they said you weren't in, and I wanted to speak with you personally."

"Oh?" Azul said with interest. "I should tell you that I don't do my usual contracts anymore, but I'm sure we can come up with an arrangement," he said with his polished businessman smile.

Jamil wanted to thwack him in the head with a rolled-up blueprint. He really thought Hansel was after him for business?

"Wonderful," Hansel said sweetly. "An 'arrangement' sounds too formal, but would you—"

"Azul," Jamil said a little too loudly.

Both of them turned to Jamil, looking startled.

"Yes?" Azul asked.

"Do you wanna go to the party with me?" he blurted out. He stopped breathing and his hand clenched his pencil tightly as he held Azul's gaze.

Azul's eyes widened and a faint pink colored his cheeks. "I—" he cleared his throat and assumed a more neutral facial expression. "Yes, I would like that."

"Cool," Jamil said lamely, feeling his heart thumping in his chest.

Azul turned back to Hansel. "Now, where were we? It's currently not my business hours so I can only spare you a bit of time, but you can come back to my office at Mostro Lounge later after classes."

Jamil relished the glare that Hansel was giving him. Yeah, now you notice me, asshole, he didn't bother to hide his smirk.

Hansel's expression soured, then he turned back to Azul. "No, never mind."

He stood up to leave, but looked at Azul one more time. "It has been nice speaking with you. Have fun with your… friend." He looked at Jamil pointedly then walked away.

"What was that about?" Azul asked him quietly after Hansel disappeared out of their sight.

"Who knows," Jamil glanced down at the blueprint he was working on. "Hansel had always been a weird guy."

"I wasn't referring to him."

Jamil looked up at Azul again and saw that he was raising his eyebrow curiously.

"What?" Jamil tried to sound neutral.

"Don't play dumb, Viper, it doesn't suit you." Azul shook his head. "Why suddenly ask me to the party in the middle of a conversation with someone else?"

"Oh I'm sorry," Jamil's voice was sharp with sarcasm. "You didn't want your conversation with the pretty boy to be interrupted? Well he interrupted us first, just showing up in the middle of our work."

Azul's lips pressed together in a hard line and he turned away from Jamil, continuing on writing in his notebook as if nothing happened.

Jamil felt sick to his stomach. He hadn't meant to lash out like that, but everything happened too fast and he instinctively felt defensive.

"Because I wanted to go with you," he mumbled, feeling his face warm.

"What?" Azul looked at him in surprise, as if he wasn't expecting Jamil to speak again so soon.

Jamil averted his eyes, and he couldn't help the frown on his face. "I wanted to go with you, and if I hadn't asked you when I did, Hansel would have beaten me to it."

"Hansel was going to ask me to the party?" Azul sounded genuinely confused.

Jamil looked at him and his frown deepened. "Wow, you really are oblivious, huh?"

Azul shook his head dismissively. "If Hansel were indeed going to ask me to go to the party with him, it would be because he wants to flaunt me to his friends. He did the same thing last year when he took Kristoff Andersen to Mostro Lounge's grand opening. He merely wants arm candy, he doesn't like me."

"And how would you know? You can never tell when people like you," Jamil said irritably.

Azul frowned. "How was I supposed to know that about Rielle? We rarely interacted in school, it didn't make sense."

I'm not talking about Prince Rielle, you blind octopus, Jamil barely stopped himself from saying.

"Whatever," he shook his head and cleared away their previous sketches on the table to make more space. "Let's just get back to work."

"I wouldn't have gone with Hansel, anyway," Azul said quietly, turning a page in his notebook and continuing to write. "Even if he asked me."

Jamil looked at him. His thoughts were overlapping, and he couldn't grasp what words he should say next.

He took a breath and remembered Rook's advice.

Honest, honest. Come on.

"Well I'm… glad you wanna go with me," his voice faded out so much that he wasn't sure if Azul had heard him.

He pursed his lips and went to label the parts in the blueprints, like what he should have been doing instead of all these distractions.

"Admittedly, I'm surprised you asked me," Azul turned to him. "I wouldn't have thought that going to such events was something you'd like to do."

"It sounded fun when the Film Club members were announcing it," Jamil said, even though he barely remembered the details. "And if it turns out to be false advertising, I can always entertain myself by watching you complain about the food presentation."

A smile pulled at the corner of Azul's mouth. "So you're bringing me along as your personal entertainer?"

Jamil shrugged. "Things are always more fun when you're there with me."

Azul looked surprised for a moment, then he chuckled and adjusted his glasses.

Jamil realized that Azul was trying to hide the hint of pink that had dusted his cheeks.

If being honest would get such reactions out of Azul, then Jamil could get used to it much easier.

"Consider me honored," Azul said playfully and went back to writing in his notebook.

Jamil should get back to work as well, instead he found himself staring.

The library's soft lighting highlighted Azul's features; the way his forehead was furrowed slightly in concentration, his eyelashes that subtly reflected the light whenever he blinked, the slope of his neck.

Jamil forced himself to turn back to the blueprint, fighting a smile at the thought that Azul chose him over Hansel Finnegan.

—

They were on a break from rehearsals, and Jamil was walking down the corridors of Pomefiore. He didn’t have a destination in mind, but it was nice to just be alone for a while in the quiet of the dorm, especially after what just happened.

Their breaktime would be longer than usual, considering that two of their group members had walked out. Rook had followed Deuce, but Jamil had no idea if that helped at all.

“That little potato doesn’t appreciate my efforts at all,” Vil’s offended voice said quietly from around the corner.

Jamil stopped in his tracks.

“Now, now, it isn’t like that, mon étoile,” Rook’s voice says reassuringly. "Our little Pommette might just be getting overwhelmed by it all. Unlike you, my dear, he's not used to being in the spotlight with such expectations."

Vil huffed, but didn't contradict him.

"He wants to be strong, yes? Then you only need to explain how his inherent adorableness would help him achieve that," Rook said optimistically.

"I'm not sure I even have the patience for any more explaining," Vil replied, irritation evident in his voice.

"Why don't you get some rest for a few minutes?" Rook said gently. "It wouldn't hurt to take some time to yourself for a while, everyone else is resting for now."

"I can't be just like everyone else, Rook," Vil snaps, the bite sharp in his voice. "Not if I want to defeat Neige."

Jamil had never heard Vil speak like that before, especially not to Rook.

Cautiously, Jamil stepped forward and peeked around the corner. He saw Vil's face and instinctively held his breath.

The Pomefiore Prefect's beautiful features were twisted in an expression that seemed to run deeper than anger, something almost disturbing that made goosebumps appear on Jamil's arms.

A casual observer might not notice anything strange from Rook's stance, but Jamil could see that he was leaning away from Vil ever so subtly. Rook, whom he had never known to be afraid or even shy away from anything.

Rook blinked and put on his usual smile. "Then how about you post that photo of you drinking the apple juice that Epel's family had sent us? You had been planning to do that this afternoon, right? Perhaps when our dear Epel finds out that you like the product that his family sent, it might soften him up a little and you two would be able to have a proper chat?"

“Fine,” Vil huffed, his expression mellowing under Rook's calm voice. “I might as well be productive while on this break. Posting on MagiCam would give our team more online presence."

Jamil could hear Vil’s high heels clicking against the floor as he walked away.

He took a breath and stepped into the next corridor.

“Ah, monsieur!” Rook greeted him cheerfully as if nothing amiss had happened. “On your way to the cafeteria?”

“Uh, yeah,” Jamil said, even though he didn’t really have a destination in mind. “Is… Vil okay?” he asked hesitantly.

“Of course,” Rook nodded reassuringly. “He and Epel do get into arguments sometimes, but it’s nothing that they cannot resolve eventually.”

“Has it ever been that bad before?” Jamil furrowed his eyebrows.

Rook hesitated for the briefest moment, and worry flickered across his eyes, but he hid it with a bright smile. “Don’t worry anymore about the both of them, I shall personally make sure that they are on good terms again before this day is up. How about you, then? How is Monsieur de l’Effort?”

“Oh, um…” Jamil looked down at his feet as he and Rook walked along the corridor. “We had lunch. It was… nice.”

He kept his eyes averted, as if Rook could guess just by looking at him that he and Azul had slept in the same bed last night. Again. And Jamil had woken up with Azul in his arms.

Great Seven. He could feel his face warm just at the memory of it.

“Merveilleux,” Rook beamed at him. “So you have decided to spend more time with him after all?”

“Yeah,” Jamil nodded. “He seems to like spending time with me too, anyway, so…” he trailed off and clenched his teeth to keep himself from smiling.

Rook gasped dramatically. “And how did you come to such a conclusion? I want to hear everything!"

"Well, uh…" Jamil wasn't sure if he should tell Rook, but everyone's gonna know anyway once he and Azul show up together. "I asked him to go with me to the Film Club's party, and he said yes…"

"C'est génial !" Rook was practically glowing. "I'm going to that party myself, and I am just sure it's going to be absolutely beautiful!"

Rook starts to ramble about the party details that he helped the club with, but Jamil was only half-listening, his thoughts occupied with his obviously growing feelings for Azul, Rook's worry that he was trying so hard to hide, and Vil's features morphing into a visage that even Vil himself wouldn't call beautiful.

—

"Something on your mind?" Azul asked Jamil sitting across from him, trying to keep his tone casual.

Jamil had barely spoken since they started working on their project in the Ramshackle lounge, and he had a look about him that showed something was weighing on his mind. Now that the lounge was empty except for the two of them, Azul hoped Jamil would feel comfortable enough to confide in him.

He blinked distractedly at Azul. “Sorry. I just…” his forehead seemed to crease with worry. “Vil seems even more stressed out lately. And not even only during rehearsals when we make mistakes, but even when he’s alone and there’s no one to scold.”

Azul waited patiently for Jamil to continue. He had a feeling that there was more to the story; if it were only as simple as Vil being stressed by VDC pressures, Jamil wouldn’t look so worried.

“I don’t know, I just have a bad feeling…” Jamil shook his head.

“What is it?” Azul gently encourages. He didn’t want Jamil to just dismiss his worries, especially if it was something that was affecting him this much.

“Vil has a sort of… dark aura around him these days, whenever he gets upset,” Jamil's gaze looked distant.

"Dark aura?" Azul furrowed his eyebrows.

Jamil shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "At first I thought it was just stress from the competition, but earlier he had this big fight with Epel, and afterwards he was like a different person. Even Rook seemed scared of him. And his face…" he felt a chill down his spine just thinking about it. He looked at Azul, waiting for him to understand.

Azul’s face went slack in realization. “You don’t think…?”

“I don’t know,” Jamil mumbled, looking lost.

Azul tapped his pen on the table, and it was a few moments before he spoke again. “I was afraid this might happen," he muttered.

Jamil looked at him, a frown creasing his forehead. “What do you mean?”

Azul looked around to make sure that the lounge was still empty. Still, he leaned forward and lowered his voice.

“All four Overblots happened within an interval of mere weeks,” he explained. “It has almost been a month after yours, which means, hypothetically… the next one is right around the corner.”

The lounge seemed to get colder as his words hung in the air; a sense of foreboding weighed down the atmosphere, and for a few moments everything was still, as if the very room was holding its breath.

“Are you sure that the others Overblotted?” Jamil asked. “They could just be rumors.” He sounded like he was trying to convince himself.

Azul nodded grimly. “I had Jade and Floyd look into it after my Overblot. It’s true, both Riddle and Leona Overblotted. And apart from the consistent intervals, there was another pattern. Until you, everyone who Overblotted was a Prefect. I wonder if it’s because we’re more powerful than the other residents, and therefore more susceptible to Blot. It would also explain why you Overblotted instead of Kalim. Between the both of you, you’re the one who has more magical energy.”

Jamil was looking at Azul with mild surprise.

Azul averted his eyes. “I had thought about it a lot after you Overblotted. I wanted to understand it. I kept wondering if there was anything I could have done to have prevented it from happening to you but…”

“Hey,” Jamil said softly. “That’s done, okay? There’s no use beating ourselves up over what’s already happened.”

Azul nodded and stayed quiet. It was something that he thought he could leave behind, but now it seemed like they couldn’t just forget about it.

“You… really wanted to know if you could have prevented my Overblot?” Jamil asked uncertainly. “Why would you still agonize over that? Is it because you already suspected that it might happen again to someone else?”

Azul let out a humorless chuckle. “Ah, my reasons were not nearly as noble. No, I wasn’t trying to figure out a way to prevent the next one. I just wanted to be absolutely sure if there really was nothing that I could have done to protect you from it. Because if there was something but I failed to do so…” he sighed. “I cannot allow myself to make that mistake again.”

Jamil stared at Azul. “Why do you care about me so much?” he asked in bewilderment.

Azul met his gaze. “Why wouldn’t I?”

Jamil seemed at a loss for words, and before he could think of anything to say, Azul cleared his throat.

“Anyway,” he began, sitting up straighter and trying to compensate for whatever vulnerability he had shown earlier. “Even if it is true that another Overblot is at hand, it is still not certain if it would be Vil. We need more information.”

“Yeah,” Jamil nodded, though the notion that someone else besides Vil might Overblot wasn’t exactly reassuring.

“I can put Jade and Floyd to work in keeping tabs on Vil,” Azul said. “They’ve seen two Overblots already and they might notice the signs, if there are any.”

“I should talk to Yuu,” Jamil realized. “They’ve seen four Overblots already, right? If anyone can figure it out, it’ll be them.”

“Right. I’ll review my notes on Overblots and look into it myself,” Azul said, eyebrows furrowed in thought.

Azul stretched his neck from side to side and massaged the back of it as he looked over their project designs. Jamil noticed the exhaustion in his eyes and wondered if he had taken a break today at all, what with the booth preparations for the Mostro Lounge and the Board Game Club, and now their project.

Jamil looked at the setting sun outside the window, then started tidying up their things.

"Let's just continue this tomorrow," he said as he put his notebook in his backpack.

Azul frowned and looked at his watch. "According to our schedule, we still have half an hour left."

"Uh-huh, and when was the last time you took a break today since waking up?" Jamil raised an eyebrow.

Azul pursed his lips and averted his gaze. It almost looked like a pout, and Jamil had to suppress a smile.

"I thought so," Jamil said. "Can't have you passing out on a desk again at some point. We made a lot of progress today, I bet we can get this more than halfway done by tomorrow."

He picked up their empty teacups and stood up to place them in the sink.

"Fine," Azul relents, tidying up the blueprints. "I'll be going over to Sam's shop on my way back to Octavinelle to pick up more materials for this. Shall I get a new lightbulb for your lamp while I'm there?"

"Nah it's okay," Jamil said, raising his voice a little as he entered the kitchen. "I'm not sure if it's broken anyway, and I can probably fix it–" he froze as the realization struck him.

He placed the cups on the sink and hurriedly went back to the lounge where Azul had finished tidying up and was standing by the table.

"How did you know I might need a new lightbulb?" Jamil squinted at him.

Azul stopped midway through buttoning up his coat. "Well, um…"

Jamil had mentioned his possibly broken lightbulb exactly once, right after he had gotten out of bed that morning when he realized what he'd done in his sleep…

"You were awake?!" he yelled, his eyes widening as warmth rapidly started rising to his cheeks.

"I-I'm sorry!" Azul said defensively. "I figured it was an accident so I didn't wanna say anything–"

"What are you apologizing for, you idiot?!" Jamil turned around and put his hoodie up, his face burning as he crossed his arms and glared at the floor. "I should be the one apologizing."

"Jamil, it's fine," Azul said reassuringly. "I'd only been awake for less than a minute before you let go of me, and it isn't like you harmed me in any way."

Jamil stayed quiet. Maybe if he just didn't say anything, Azul would leave already.

"Oh come now," Azul said in a slightly playful tone. "You were quick to reserve me for the dance but you're embarrassed of an accidental hug?"

Jamil whipped around to glare at him. "I asked you about the dance, but not the hug. I never would have done that without your consent–" his face burned as he realized what he had said. Did he just admit that he'd hug Azul if he let him?

He turned his back again and pulled his hood down even lower, tensing up to stay rooted in place and spare himself the indignity of running out of the room.

He heard Azul's quiet footsteps approaching him, and before he could guess what was about to happen, Azul's arms wrapped around him, his chin resting on Jamil's shoulder.

"There, we're even now," Azul said softly, speaking just on the other side of Jamil's hoodie. "So you don't have to feel so bad about it."

Jamil's eyes had gone wide, and he seemed to have forgotten how to breathe. Azul's hold on him was loose; he could easily push him off if he wanted to. But Jamil was too focused on Azul's warmth, his chest pressing enough against Jamil's back that he could feel the merman's thundering heartbeat in sync with his own.

Azul let go of him and took a few steps backward. "Anyway, I shall be getting back to my dorm now."

Jamil stayed frozen in place as Azul's footsteps faded away and he heard the door open and close.

—

Azul quickly walked away from Ramshackle as soon as the door closed behind him. He must have gone mad, suddenly hugging Jamil like that. But truth be told, he didn't regret it at all. Hugging Jamil felt just as nice as being hugged by him. He could only hope that Jamil didn't resent him for it.

His face still felt warm as he made his way over to Sam's shop, deciding to buy a spare lightbulb along with the other materials.

——

Author's Note:

I'd been writing an AshenViper AU (where Azul ended up in RSA instead of NRC) with @patchyegg87, which is part of the reason why this fic took so long to update.

We had already written around 10 chapters of it already, so we'll just be editing the first chapter and posting it tomorrow, hopefully. After that, we aim to post a chapter of it every week~

Anyway, thank you for reading! ^_^

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Koi no Yokan 22: come together (nishinoya yuu/reader)

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A/N: take two on the right blog this time lmao. next update may be delayed, but I'll keep y'all updated. between new health issues and world events writing is really difficult for me right now. thanks for understanding <3

Summary: As the training camp nears its end, your boys continue to work hard and pull it all together.

Warnings and Tags: blanket series warnings

Words: ~3200

The next day is the first that you manage to make it to lunch without cringing, and the first where you get to be in the gym all day. You push your luck as you always do, spend the night up until dinner helping Noya with his jump set—still not quite there yet—and, after dinner, shoot a text to Noya asking if he'd like to walk around the school with you, since you're supposed to be going on walks and stuff and don't feel like going it alone. Naturally, he'd been so down for it that you'd been able to watch him basically leap out of his chair from across the cafeteria once he read the text.

You kinda missed having time alone with him. You haven't really had much of any since the training camp started, and you realize with a pang that the reduced frequency is an indicator that things are back to normal—no more sleeping in his arms, no more everyone in the house you're in home before dark, no more I'm home! and casual welcome back. No I'm heading out, no see you later. No one to eat dinner with.

A finger pokes your cheek. "You're getting stuck in your head. What's up?"

Right. This is stupid. You're being stupid. "It's nothing."

An unimpressed look. "Sure it is."

You sigh. "Just thinking about what I'm gonna have to put up with when we get back."

"Your dad?"

A nod.

"That's a problem for future [name]-san, isn't it?" He tilts his head. "You're not there and it's not your problem."

"But…"

"But I know that girl. She hates it when you take work from her. If she knew you were trying to take the worry about this from her, she'd be pissed."

You pause. Laugh. "Right. You're right."

You walk a little longer with him. It's nighttime, but it's still hot. The darkness isn't doing anything to cool anything off, but you happen to like it. It feels nice. Comfortable, even though you're stuck to long pants while doing manager stuff. Maybe a bit sticky, but it's not like you're doing any running. (Maybe it feels better because you know you aren't the one stuck exercising in this heat.)

"Thanks for walking with me. I know you've probably had enough exercise this week to last you the year."

"Are you kidding? I can keep going."

You roll your eyes. "Probably shouldn't, though. Something something, rest and recovery, something, take care of your body. I think I've basically gotten my fill, anyway, so we can head back."

"I mean," he hums, "if you took better care of yourself, I might consider taking better care of myself…"

You roll your eyes. "Like you'd do anything to hurt your performance at volleyball. You'll take care of yourself."

The pair of you wander past one of the gyms, and you pause at the distinct sound of volleyball taking place. Check the time on your phone. Noya isn't far behind you when you poke your head in to look—Hinata and Tsukishima, of all people, are mid three-on-three with some guys from other schools. They're locked in, which is sort of cool to watch, but…

You wait for the ball to fall, and then you cross your arms. "Hey, you guys ate, right?"

They freeze, turn to you in comical sync.

Oh god. They haven't eaten. "The cafeteria is getting locked in three minutes. Tell me you guys ate."

Hinata shakes his head gravely. You sigh. If you remember correctly… "Alright. Hold on. You guys clean up."

You've been excluded from the rotation on account of the concussion, but the other managers have a rotating schedule on which two girls clean and lock up the cafeteria at night. Tonight's Shirofuku and Suzumeda, if you recall, the latter of which does not pick up the phone. You get Shirofuku when you try her, though.

"What's up?" she answers.

"Shirofuku-san, hi! How much do you love me?"

There's a pause before she responds. "…why?"

You take on your sweetest affect, smiling even though she can't see you. "Could you maybe hold on locking up the cafeteria for me?"

She sighs. "What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything! But we've got a couple stragglers who got too focused on individual practice and haven't eaten yet. You wouldn't want anyone to fall out tomorrow because they didn't eat properly, would you? Not you, Shirofuku-san. You'd never."

There's a hesitation. You hear her cover the speaker, probably to talk to Suzumeda. You pounce.

"I'll handle locking up afterwards and cleaning properly, so you guys can go ahead to bed and not miss anything."

"How about you make them handle it, Little Miss Concussion?"

You pout. "It won't be that much. You guys were basically already done, right? And it's not like it's a problem if I miss any sleep, I mean, I've got doctor's orders to take naps as needed, anyway, so if I miss out on sleep—"

"Don't you dare—" Noya interrupts beside you. You lean over, slap a hand over his mouth, and keep talking.

"I've got this. Come on, please?"

"Fine. We'll wait. But you are going to take it easy, you hear? if you don't come upstairs in time we're physically carrying you up the stairs and forcing you to sleep."

"Great!" you chirp. "Thanks so much! I've got them cleaning up, so I'll meet you and get everything ready. You're the best!"

Just as you hang up, something warm and wet lathes over your palm. You squeal, jerking away from Noya. "Did you just lick me!?"

"Sorry," Noya says with a shit-eating grin. "There was this hand over my mouth, see—"

"I'm going to have Nee-san dye that little bleached strip pink next time you bother her for a refresh," you threaten.

He laughs. "I think I could rock it."

...infuriatingly, he totally could. You turn to the six stragglers, face flaming with embarrassment. "Anyway! I got clearance to keep the cafeteria open a little longer for you guys, but obviously it'll create problems if you stay too late and we make it to curfew without being done, so I gotta ask that you guys clean up and eat quick so I can clean up in time, okay?"

You receive six synchronous bows, six shouted thanks. Pride surges in you when the volume doesn't bring about any twinges of pain.

"You're so kind to us!" a voice booms.

Your gravity lurches out of wack—at first, you think that'd be because of Fukurodani's ace (Bokuto, maybe?) rushing towards you, but then a familiar arm settles over you and you realize that Noya has pulled you squarely out of his reach. He steadies you, chin resting on your shoulder to glare at him.

Bokuto stops and pouts, arms crossed. "I just wanted to thank her for making sure we can eat tonight. Is that not okay?"

"Bokuto-san, maybe don't randomly hug someone else's girlfriend," Fukurodani's setter says.

You freeze. "Hold up. Girlfriend?"

"Are you two not dating?" Nekoma's captain asks.

Noya's arm over your shoulder tightens protectively. "Not yet, but she's still off-limits."

"Excuse me, yet?" You turn to glare at him. He raises an eyebrow back.

"Yet."

You snort, roll your eyes. "Right. Okay. Anyways, we all need to hurry, so..." You wriggle out of his hold.

He's so convinced you'll fall in love with him. Like it's that easy. Stupid.

So you meet up with Shirofuku and Suzumeda. The guys trail not far behind—they get leftovers, and they're cold, but it's dinner and they're grateful to you. They go out of their way to avoid making a mess, and Noya lingers by to help you finish cleaning and lock up even though you repeatedly tell him he doesn't have to. He's so pushy. What pisses you off the most is the fact that you can't even be honestly annoyed with it. You lock up, you get to sleep on time, all six of the Stragglers Squad thanks you with their lives, and the next morning—last day of the camp—you settle in for morning practice like always.

When Hinata pulls off some new move—a wipe, Shimizu calls it—Yachi smiles at you and says, "I hope that new quick comes together soon, too."

"Same," you reply back.

Her wishes do not go unanswered. The final set of the training camp—imbued with energy from the promise of impending grilled meat and emboldened by Yachi's gentle mention to Hinata that she'd like to see that new quick they're working on—sees the first truly satisfying spike you've seen from Hinata in a while, your head notwithstanding. It takes you too long to recognize that they'd done it, that that was the new quick. It doesn't look much different to you, or to Takeda, apparently, but it's all about options, apparently, and now Hinata has those.

As Yachi cheers beside you, and the guys yell, you can't help but feel a little proud that they managed to make it work. You kinda wanna tell Kageyama I told you so, but you'll let them have this. The set moves on—a successful synchronized attack, a time out, water bottles and towels and excitement and Noya taking a moment to flash that wide grin at you.

"Wait, [name]-san," he says before you can walk away to set down the water bottle caddy, "for good luck—marry me?"

You roll your eyes, turn to pat his shoulder. "I don't think you really need the luck, but why don't you get that set to come together and ask another eight hundred and eighty-six times or so and I'll think about it in the meantime?"

His face lights up as always, and you watch him practically bounce back into position on the court.

It takes two points for the opportunity to come—a receive by Kageyama, and then Noya flowing easily into the set, which Azumane spikes and just barely manages to get in. But he gets it in.

It comes together.

Holy shit, it came together.

You grab at Yachi's arm in your excitement as she cheers—nice kill!—and try to contain yourself. Your first thought had been to cheer with her, but the second thought was swift and much louder—he'll never let you live it down if you do.

He catches your eye as you try to tamp down the smile. Gestures wildly. You roll your eyes in reply. You're sure later you'll receive a tackle for it, but you can try to avoid it, at least.

Fukurodani takes the last set with a truly impressive spike from Bokuto. You can't even really be mad that the gambit to crush him didn't really pull through, least of all when Noya sweeps you off your feet in celebration of his first successful in-game jump set.

"So, since I got it to come together—"

"Eight hundred and eighty-five or no deal," you interrupt, voice a little strained from the ongoing bear hug.

That earned you another nine proposals, rapid-fire, like you weren't in the middle of the gym and wriggling to get free, but it's fine, you guess. More important than proposals 106 through 115 is the barbecue, which you manage to escape for in hopes of helping out with.

And everyone is happy with the barbecue. When it kicks off, you find a corner to linger in with Tsukishima. The amount of people is just a bit... overwhelming, that's all. Tsukishima's corner is quiet. It's a good pick.

You can't help but needle him, though. You can only take so much quiet, only so much room to think. "I think that those moments today where things started working are why everyone else works so hard. That's where their passion is coming from."

He sighs. "I gathered. I don't get it, but I think I at least see it. It still feels stupid to just chase a high like that, but..."

You shrug. "Better than walking aimlessly, I guess."

He nods. "Right."

You sigh. The smell of meat is getting to you. "I'll leave you to your skulking," you say. "I'm gonna see if these guys will let me get close to any of the grills."

He nods you away, and you make it all of four steps before you spot a disaster-in-progress in the form of a trembling Yachi, surrounded by basically the four beefiest dudes at the entire camp, including Azumane.

You swoop in quick, gesture to them to step back. "Woah, hey. You're looking a little overwhelmed, Yachi-san. Do you wanna go sit?"

She nods weakly, face deathly pale. You shoot an apologetic look to the guys. "Sorry. I think the crowd's overwhelming her. C'mon, let's go sit with the girls and I'll get your food for you. How's that sound?"

"O-okay..."

"Can I touch you?"

Another weak nod. You place a hand on her shoulder, steer her over towards the other managers at a careful pace. Your firm "excuse me!"s cut through the guys well enough. You suppose there's an advantage to basically everyone knowing you have a concussion. When she's sat down, you kneel in front of her with a look of concern. "Are you gonna be okay?"

She nods. "Y-yeah. Sorry, I just... they're all so big and scary and... I-I know we've been around them all week, and even Azumane-san was there, b-but..."

"It's okay. Seriously. You're allowed to have anxiety, no matter what anyone says. Do you still want to eat?"

"Y-yeah. Maybe. I don't know."

"I'll get a plate with enough for both of us, then, and bring it back."

"Y-you don't have to—" she starts to protest, but you raise a hand to silence her.

"I'm choosing to. You're not making me do anything. It takes no extra effort to just take a little bit extra of what I get while I'm already getting it."

"B-but your head..."

"Will be fine. I'm supposed to be gently pushing myself, right? This is a good gentle push. If it gets too hard, we can send someone else. Alright?"

"Okay..."

You nod to Suzumeda and Shirofuku. "Can you two keep an eye on her and talk to her? Just a distraction to help her calm down. When I'm back, I can walk her through calming down the rest of the way if she needs it."

They nod, and you disappear into the crowd—get a small pile of meat for you and one for Yachi, pile up some vegetables on top to balance it. You're not all that hungry, but you suppose after nearly passing out like that, she probably isn't, either.

For good measure, one rice ball for each of you makes its way onto the pile as you wind your way back, and then you slump into the chair beside her and offer her food. You pick at your own, focus more on letting her get her fill than eating, yourself. The meat smells delicious, but...

You can't shake it. Can't shake the loom and gloom, the knowledge that, after this, you're going home. To your house. To your house.

Your eyes drift to watching everyone mingle as Yachi goes from shaking to calm, from having to be fed to being able to eat on her own.

You promised your dad you'd come home and talk then. You don't know what he could possibly say to you, if anything could make his absence better. You probably deserved it, anyway. You should be the one apologizing. It's not like he killed your mom. His wife. The woman he loved more than anything.

Your eyes trace Shimizu, sauntering obliviously through the crowd of guys to get her food. Maybe you should just find Noya and hang out with him. He's good at distracting you. You're sure he'd be thrilled to be hanging out with a girl at one of these, anyhow. He's just so easy to be around.

But right now, he's not far behind Shimizu, flanked by Tanaka and Mohawk guy. Glaring, probably audibly growling. Letting some guys from Fukurodani know, in no uncertain terms, to lay off.

A hand tugs you out of your thoughts, forces you to turn to the other girls.

Suzumeda leans in, devilish grin on her lips. At some point, Miyanoshita and Otaki also joined you, so, save for Shimizu, all the managers are present. "So, [name]-chan."

"Yeah?"

"We've been good. We've been patient. But you're about to go home—" Gee, thanks for the reminder. "—and we can't let you leave without answers."

Ugh. This is about Noya, isn't it? You suppress the urge to roll your eyes.

"What is the deal with him?" Otaki asks. "I mean, you guys are really obviously super close. Like, really obviously. And you know, we're nosy... why aren't you dating him?"

"Him?" You snort.

"Yeah! He clearly likes you, you like to act tough but I'm pretty sure you like him, I mean... why not?"

You jerk your chin towards where he's patrolling around Shimizu, chewing your lip hard enough to punish. "Does it look like he likes me, or does it look like he likes girls and I just happen to be one who pays attention to him?"

"[name]-chan…"

They have more to say in response, but you refuse to entertain it. Instead, you zone out Shimizu-ways, watch her remain blissfully unapproached as the trio does their sworn duty. Noya does his job well.

"Yachi-san," you interrupt suddenly.

She jolts. "What's up?"

"Can I borrow your bus pillow when we leave today? My head's kinda starting to hurt but I can't sleep on the bus without resting my head on the window. You can probably imagine how much that will not help me at all."

"Oh, uh, sure! I don't mind! Do you want me to go ask Sensei about your painkillers?"

You shake your head. "I should be fine. It's not that bad, I just need to sleep it off."

Doubtful that you actually sleep.

On the bus a short hour or so later, clad in your bus hoodie—well-worn, faded, and cozy without making you overheat—you rest your head on the borrowed pillow and try to keep your eyes closed. You don't want to see the look on Noya's face when he realizes you've taken a seat on the side of the bus with single-seat rows.

You hear it, though. Footsteps stuttering to a stop, then Yachi's voice.

"Oh, she said her head was bothering her, so she was just going to nap."

You can actually hear the pout in his voice. "Am I not a good enough pillow…?"

"Oi, Nishinoya. Keep moving," Ennoshita says. "We all have to get on the bus, you know."

"Right. Yeah, sorry. Ryuu! I'm coming to sit with you!"

The footsteps continue. You pull your hood over your head and try to shove down the guilt. When your phone buzzes, you flinch.

Noya to [name] at 14:13

Noya: [image attached. Image description: Soba with her mouth open and both front paws in the air, batting at something out of focus in the foreground.]

Noya: Soba fighting off your headache. get some good rest for me, ok?

Somehow, this doesn't help your guilt. It doesn't help it one bit.

Tags: @deeplightgarden @idonthaveanameideayet @dusstory @kazunish

#my fics #nishinoya yuu/reader #nishinoya yuu x reader #yuu nishinoya x reader #yuu nishinoya/reader #hq reader insert #haikyuu reader insert

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morroodle · 2 years ago

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Towards the end of day 4 of top surgery recovery and figured I'd share how it's going. Idk if this can help anyone else but its at least going to help me. Prepare for out of order chaos

The pain isn't too bad! Like yea it hurts but I got used to it and I can take pain meds to help

Getting out of bed is a pain in the ass though. Going from laying down to sitting up is HARD (it's definitely not because I have no abs)

Speaking of pain: the drains. They don't hurt by themselves but when I shift wrong and they tug? Not fun. Not sure how to explain it but pinching isn't inaccurate

Drain fluid. Does not smell good. It's not a very strong smell and you get used to it pretty fast but it's still not fun

I also. Do not smell good. God I can't wait to shower

My mom spilled the drain fluid on me. Twice. Ew.

It's fuckn ITCHY. Always just below where I can reach through the bandages. I am going to kill someone.

Other itches are annoying too. They may not be covered by bandages but with such limited mobility it's annoying. I got a back scratcher but those don't help much when you can barely move your arms

I've probably been moving more than I'm supposed to

Love it when I move wrong and suddenly there's pain and a very suspicious warm feeling and I can't check to see what's wrong because of the bandages

Bendy straw my beloved <333 the $20 ninjago cup I got from legoland is finally making itself worth it

The first day I was incredibly nauseous. I could barely sit up for a few minutes, much less stand. Made eating dinner... not easy.

Day 2 I was feeling great! Even touched some grass!

Day 3 morning: nearly threw up when changing my shirt. I didn't but oh god it was not fun. I've never been nauseous like that before, I was hot inside but my skin was cold and my mom said the color very literally drained from my face. Made me stuck in a chair for like 20 minutes until I could stomach going back to bed.

I'm fine now (probably)

I've been enjoying being taken care of. I'm lucky enough to have a very good support system and I appreciate it. I also appreciate always getting my pic of food >:D

God I want a hug. I'm gonna get so squished once I'm healed and I fully accept my fate

Mentioning again my hatred for the drains. I was very scared of them going into this, I didn't like the idea of having tubes both in and out of my body. I don't really care about that now, I don't see it and I've gotten used to it, but god they are so annoying

I'm not nearly as tired as I was expecting! Sure I'm a bit sleeper than normal but it's really not that bad.

I'm bored

I wanna draw ;-; I havent had motivation or ideas for weeks but the moment it becomes inconvenient? Release the floodgates!

I haven't actually noticed the lack of boobs much yet. Maybe it's because they're still bandaged and I can't see or maybe it's because I live in my mastectomy pillow but I haven't really had a rush of emotions yet

It's kinda weird. I was expecting to feel so much but everything so far just feels so... normal? It's not normal but I've gotten used to it. Its like I'm waiting for my emotions to catch up

That being said there is one thing I've noticed and definitely felt things about. I had a pretty big chest and there used to be quite a dip between them and now there's just... nothing. It's flat. I'm sure this is just a fraction of what I'll feel when I get the bandages off for the first time but this tiny bit that I can see and feel right now is... wow. It's weird. God I can't wait for the rest of it

That's all I can think of for now, I'll keep yall updated on how things go from here and hopefully this can help someone! I know most of this has been complaining but I am not trying to discourage anyone from this, I've just only experienced the bad parts so far. I'm sure I'll make a similar post listing all the positives once I get there but for now things aren't very fun

#not ninjago #top surgey #top surgery recovery #trans #transgender #nonbinary

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luckyduckwrites · 8 days ago

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Another Contestant Chapter 1-17: Total Drama, Drama, Drama, Drama Island

Fandom: Total Drama (Cartoon)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Heather (Total Drama)/Original Character(s)

Characters: Heather (Total Drama), Gwen (Total Drama), Original Non-Binary Character, Owen (Total Drama), Bridgette (Total Drama), Geoff (Total Drama), Duncan (Total Drama), Devon "DJ" Joseph, Courtney (Total Drama), Ezekiel (Total Drama), Sadie (Total Drama), Katie (Total Drama), Eva (Total Drama), Noah (Total Drama), Justin (Total Drama), Tyler (Total Drama), Trent (Total Drama), Izzy (Total Drama), Cody Anderson, Harold McGrady V, Lindsay (Total Drama), Beth (Total Drama), Leshawna (Total Drama), Alejandro Burromuerto, Sierra (Total Drama), Chris McLean, Mildred "Blaineley" Stacey Andrews O'Halloran

Additional Tags: Total Drama: Island, Total Drama: Action, Total Drama World Tour, Nonbinary Character, POV Original Character, Slow Build, Slow To Update, Friends to Enemies, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slow Romance, Crush at First Sight, Teen Crush, Canon Lesbian Character, POV Lesbian Character, Canon Lesbian Relationship, Original Character-centric, Developing Relationship, Minor Alejandro Burromuerto/Heather

Summary:

I'm Carmen, and I signed up for this show as a last-minute decision a few minutes before the time ran out to sign up. I signed up for Total Drama because I wanted to get away from my life. My parents don't understand me, and they constantly mis-gender me. I'm non-binary, but they keep using she/her when referring to me and deadnaming me. I know they love me, but I just need a break from it all. Maybe I'll make some new friends, or meet someone special.

Carmen is AFAB non-binary and uses they/them pronouns.

**AO3 & Wattpad links in masterpost pinned to the top of the blog**

A/N: I'm trying out adding Chris's opening and ending dialogue for each episode for each chapter, starting now. Let me know what you think, and if I should keep doing this for the next season!

"Welcome back to Total Drama Island. It's been a long time since you last saw our campers slugging it out for the $100,000 Grand Prize. Since the competition came to a shocking and dramatic conclusion, our campers have had some time to snack on some real food - no offense, Chef - take a hot shower, get their stuff back, and even peruse their emails from home. There were losers. Okay, lots of losers, hehe. But there was only one winner: Owen. The youngest of three brothers and a hardcore underachiever turned out to be the surprise champ. Without much knowledge, ambition, fitness, or even charm, he ended up with one massive prize. He's planning a wicked tropical party for all his fellow campers this winter. But first, they're gonna move their booties for one final poolside rap party, and tomorrow, everybody's heading for home. Or are they? Find out here on Total! Drama! Island!"

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I walk past the hot tub while looking for my girlfriend, and roll my eyes when I see Duncan and Courtney making out again. There's way too much of that going around lately, now that TDI is over. It's been a total snog-fest! Heather and I kiss sometimes, but the most we usually do is just cuddling together.

Suddenly, Courtney pulls away from Duncan, saying, "Ew. Duncan, stop it."

Duncan asks, "Why so uptight, hot stuff? What happened to that crazy chick who helped me raid the camp kitchen?"

The brunette scoffs, responding, "I'm over this stupid show. I lost the competition, me pathetic lawyer lost my lawsuit, and now I just wanna go home, study for my LSATs, and work my class president campaign."

Duncan's expression drops, and he says, "Wow. Hello, downer. Come on, relax. It's almost over. I thought you'd be happy."

Courtney exclaims, clearly upset, "I am happy!"

I leave the toxic twosome alone and finally find Heather by the buffet table, where Leshawna, Gwen, and Trent are laughing at something and whispering among themselves through chuckles.

Heather turns around to face them, and I see exactly what they're laughing at as she asks defensively, "What's so funny?"

I click my tongue at them, and lick my thumb to attempt to wipe off the smiley face drawn on the back of her nearly bald scalp, but it looks like it's drawn on in permanent marker. Suddenly, the loudspeaker screeches alive, dramatic music playing while Chris speaks, standing next to Chef.

He says, "Hello, campers!"

Duncan let's put a humorless chuckle, saying, "That's ex-campers to you."

Heather adds, "Yeah. Your twisted game is over. Remember?"

Chris not-so-subtley whispers to Chef, "We'll see about that."

The two men chuckle like they did in the episode I was eliminated, and I immediately get suspicious.

I narrow my eyes at them, asking, "What're you two chuckleheads laughing about? Knowing you, it's nothing good."

Chris responds, "Oh, you'll find out soon enough." He winks at Chef, and continues, "Congratulations to our winner. Owen, you played hard, fought hard, are hard, and farted harder! Not sure why, but you beat every other person on this island, and your pockets will soon be stuffed with cheddar!"

Most of us cheer, and Owen says in a dazed, hungry voice, "Mm, cheddar."

Chris continues, "But what I'm about to offer you may change all that." He brings out a briefcase exclaiming, "Inside this suitcase is one. Million. Dollars!" He hands the briefcase over to Chef, who leaves as Chris adds, "We had our PAs make a cardboard check of this awesome prize."

He makes a gesture with his hand, and a helicopter drags in a check taller than a 2-story building.

Chris yells over the loud whirring of the helicopter blades, "We went through a lot of cardboard to make this!" The helicopter leaves, and he continues at a normal volume, "Owen, my man. This million dollars could be yours. All you have to do is figure out where we're about to hide it and bring it to the Dock of Shame before anyone else does."

Gwen asks, "You're telling us that we all have a chance to win a million dollars?"

I add, "With no new challenges, just finding where it's hidden?"

Chris responds, "Yup." What do you say, Owen? Will you settle for 100 Gs or one. Million. Dollars?!"

Owen appears to think for a moment before exclaiming, "Game on, baby!"

He laughs, and his $100,000 check is ripped in half before he gets a chance to spend a single penny.

Chris says, "That's the spirit, Owen. Throughout the day, I'll give you all hints from the loudspeakers just to make sure you're not completely lost." He pulls out a corked wine bottle, adding "Alright, campers. The ultimate million dollar challenge starts... now!"

He pulls to cork from the wine bottle, and it shoots into the air, sniping a seagull above.

It was at it falls to the ground, but Owen is unfazed, exclaiming, "Woohoo! Here I come, million dollars!"

He laughs, and Heather asks, "Let me get this straight. After messing with our heads for an entire summer, you expect us to start running around the island like idiots all over again?"

Chris responds smugly, "That's right."

Leshawna asks, "But how do we know you didn't stuff that suitcase with bricks or something?"

Chris responds, "You don't."

Noah says, "I'd love to play another round of "Humiliate the Teens", but I've got a buffet to eat."

I add, "And I'm not about to act like a chicken with its head cut off just to please you again."

Duncan adds, waving a hand to dismiss Chris, "Aw, sit on it"

Eva exclaims, "Yeah!"

Chris says, "Fine. Suit yourselves. I'm sure Owen will be happy to have no competition while he makes the easiest million dollars in TV history."

Gwen exclaims, "Fine!"

Lindsay adds, "Fine!"

Justin adds, "Yeah, right."

Owen exclaims, "Alright! I'm gonna be rich!"

He cheers and whoops, and we all look at each other, trying to pretend that we don't want that money. We all eventually run off toward Owen, all 23 of us crashing and crumbling into a large heap on the floor.

Chef whistles loudly to get out attention as we all argue over each other, and Beth takes the opportunity to exclaim, "Hey! I've got an idea! Let's work together as a team! We can split the prize twenty-three ways and share it!"

I say, "There's so way to evenly split it that way! We'd all be better off splitting into smaller teams or just going off on our own!"

We eventually untangle ourselves after a while of more arguing, and we split off into teams.

Courtney exclaims, grabbing her boyfriend's hand, "Ah! Let's go get that million dollars! Yes!"

She kisses Duncan passionately, and after they split, he says, "Sir, yes sir!"

Harold asks, "Can I come, too?"

Courtney quickly responds, "No! You'll slow us down!"

Owen, Tyler, Cody, Trent, and DJ are the next ones to team up, Owen exclaiming, "Aw, a guys-only team! This is awesome!"

Tyler adds, "Yeah! Guys rule! I've been hitting the weights since I got here. Working on my fiercenessness."

Eva shove him to the ground, saying, "Get over yourself."

Izzy, trailing behind the bodybuilder, exclaims through laughter, "That was funny! You stupid guy!"

Noah joins the two, making for quite the odd pairing. Next was Beth and Lindsay, the former asking the latter, "Do you wanna be my team member?"

Lindsay gasps, responding, "Totally!"

Ezekiel asks, "Can I come, too?"

Beth responds, "Okay, but you have to be respectful of us girls. Deal?"

Ezekiel responds, "Yeah, okay!"

Heather walks up to the trio, pulling my arm with hers as she says, "Ladies, it's your lucky day. Carmen and I are gonna help you find this million dollars."

Beth says, "No thanks, Heather. We might've agreed to having only Carmen join, but we have enough people already."

I say, "That's okay, Beth. Have fun." I turn to my girlfriend, saying, "C'mon, Hetty. Let's just-"

She interrupts me, exclaiming, "Excuse me? Lindsay?"

The ditzy blonde responds, "Sorry, Hannah. Good luck, though."

Heather asks, "You're bringing Homeschool with you, but not me?"

Lindsay responds, "Uh huh."

Beth adds, "Oh, and P.S., someone drew a happy face on the back of your head."

The two girls laugh as they walk away, the sexist, transphobic nose picker trailing behind them.

I say, "It's okay, Heather. We can try to find another team to join, and if worst comes to worst, we could always just go for the million together. Just the two of us."

Heather smiles, and we walk over to the trio that was teasing Heather behind her back. The people who have been my friends nearly the whole time I've been on the island, and also the people that, arguably, have faced the worst from Heather. Leshawna, Trent, and Gwen.

We walk up to them, and Heather says in a friendly voice, "Hey, guys! I realize that we've had our minor differences, but what do you say we team up? We're the 5 strongest players. Together, we'd be unstoppable."

Leshawna asks through stifled laughter, "You frontin' me? I might be willing to take Carmen, but I'd rather stick a tire iron up my butt than team up with you.

Heather drops her friendly facade, exclaiming, "Oh, yeah? Well, at least I'm not a big-butted, loud-mouthed, mall-shopping homegirl!"

Leshawna exclaims, "Uh, uh! You are not waving your fingers in my face!"

Gwen exclaims, "Come on! We're losing precious time!"

I say, "Yeah, Heather. We're already teamed up together, and you don't want to get tossed off a cliff again, do you?"

She rolls her eyes, and Leshawna exclaims as she leaves with her teammates, "Ooh, she's gonna get it! You watch!"

Katie and Sadie team up with Justin, and Bridgette teams up with Geoff.

As everyone starts leaving, already partnered up, Heather calls out, "Guys. Guys? Ugh. Ugh! Oh, forget it." Harold, the only person still standing, walls over to us, but before he can say a word, Heather already refuses him, saying, "No."

I take her aside and whisper to her, "Babe, you wanted another teammate, right? He's the only one left. Now, to be honest, I don't like him, nor do I want him on our team, but..." I sigh, adding, "If you want, we can leave him behind when we get the briefcase."

Heather smirks, planting a kiss on my cheek before we turn to Harold.

She sighs, saying, "Fine. But don't talk to me!"

Harold says, "Thank-"

Heather exclaims, "What did I just say?!"

We start walking toward the woods, and Harold mutters, "Fine! Gosh!"

After two hours, nobody found any signs of the briefcase, and Chris comes in the loudspeaker, saying, "Okay, this is pathetic, campers! It's been two hours now, and no one has even come close to finding this suitcase! So here's your first clue; it's just hangin' around!"

Harold starts whistling after a while, and Heather's twitches before she says through clenched teeth, "Shut. It."

Harold stops whistling and mutters, "Okay, gosh!"

After a while, we overheard the boys team, and hide behind a bush to watch as DJ exclaims, "There it is! I see it!"

Cody asks, "Where?"

DJ responds, "Right there in the tree!"

Chris says over the loudspeaker as Tyler starts climbing the tree the briefcase is tied to, "Finally!'

Tyler, Owen, and DJ exclaim, "Yes!"

Cody adds, "That's what I'm talking about!"

DJ adds, "You da man!"

Cody adds, "Go for it!"

Owen adds, "Yeah! You're the man!"

Tyler's weight breaks a thin tree branch, and he falls to the ground, saying, "Almost had it."

He tries again, Cody exclaiming, "Go for it!"

DJ adds, "You da man!"

Owen laughs, adding, "Yeah! You're still the man! Yeah. Still the man."

Tyler falls onto the ground again, this time with the briefcase.

DJ exclaims, "Yes!"

Cody adds, "We're rich!"

Owen adds, "We did it! Woohoo!"

Heather asks Harold and I, "Did you hear what I just heard?"

I say, "Yup. You know what this means for us?"

Harold says, "Darn it. We lost!"

Heather shushes him, saying, "Shh. This is not over yet. Are you up for a little burglary action?"

I responds, "Always, babe. Harold?"

The nerdy teen nods, responding, "Definitely. This one time, at computer camp-"

Heather shushes him again, saying, "Zip."

Tyler, Cody, Owen and DJ chant in songsongy voices, "We found the million! We found the million!"

Owen grabs the briefcase and starts kissing it, exclaiming, "Dock of Shame, here we come!" The other boys look at him suspiciously, and he asks, "What?"

DJ asks, "Why should you carry it?"

Tyler asks, "What difference does it make?"

Cody responds, "Chris did say that the first person on the dock with the case wins."

DJ asks, "No offense, but who says you won't take off with the money?"

Owen holds out the briefcase, saying, "Okay, then you carry it."

Cody asks, "What if he ditches us, and makes a run for it?"

Tyler exclaims, "This is crazy! How are we all gonna keep an eye on each other?"

They all think for a moment before Cody says, "I know!" He finds a rope and ties it around their whole team, saying, "There!" He chuckles, adding, "That should hold. Now there's no breaking up this team."

Tyler exclaims, "Yes! Alright, let's put this baby to bed."

They start apologizing over each other until Owen not-so-sneakily rips one.

DJ exclaims, "Aw, man!"

Tyler adds, fanning the air in front of him in disgust, "Aw!"

Cody asks, "Who cut the cheese?"

God, they're dumb. Who do they think?

The perpetrator says nervously, "Uh, guys? I kinda have to go."

DJ says casually, "So turn around and take a whiz. We're all dudes here."

Owen says, "No. Not number one." He farts again, adding, "Number poo."

They all make exclamations of disgust, and DJ says, "Head for the woods, dude. Just make sure you put some serious distance between us."

Tyler adds, "Yeah, we'll wait here."

When Owen stays in the circle Cody tied them into, DJ exclaims, "You've gotta unite yourself first, man!"

Owen exclaims, "I can't!"

They all start tugging at the knots, DJ asking, "Where'd you learn these knots, the army?!"

Cody responds, "Actually, it was a special after school-"

DJ points a finger at Owen, exclaiming, "And you! Why didn't you go before we tied ourselves together?"

Owen responds, "Well, I didn't have to go then!" He farts again,saying frantically, "Aw, come on, guys. This is serious!"

DJ says with a look of dread on his face, "You're just gonna have to... go."

The boys look at each other with similar looks, and they conveniently set down the briefcase next to the bush Heather, Harold, and I are hiding behind, while looking for another bush for Owen to pop a squat on. The three of us look at each other in shock, and Harold grabs the case while the boys are distracted.

We book it back towards camp, and once we're out of earshot of the boys, Heather says, "I've gotta say, Harold. That was a pretty sweet move."

Harold smirks at the praise, saying, "I learned it from a mail order ninja catalog from nunchuckers.com."

I say, "Didn't ask, don't care."

Heather adds, "Let's move!" We finally make it to a large chasm over the lake, and Harold starts fiddling around with an old, abandoned tent's cloth and a couplr branches, making something surprisingly useful.

Heather says, "I'm actually impressed, Harold. Where did you learn to make a hangglider out of branches and an old tent?"

Harold simply responds, "I told you I had skills. You need me."

Heather corrects him, saying, "I needed you. This is where we split up!"

She grabs the briefcase from Harold and shoves him away, and he exclaims, "Hey! What are you doing?!"

Heather hands the briefcase to me and we both hold onto the hangglider as she asks, "You didn't really think we were gonna split the money with you, did you?"

Harold responds, "Kinda."

We take flight on the glider, and I call back at him, "Sorry, not sorry, Harold!"

Heather adds, "If you learn one lesson from this, it's who to-"

Before she could finish her sentence, the glider breaks, leaving the two of us in a freefall, screaming.

I accidentally drop the case as we land on a beaver's den, Heather's head lodged inside, and my arm being pulled and chewed on aggressively.

We exclaim in pain, but I manage to say, "Heather, I dropped the case when we fell!"

Heather exclaims, "No! No! That was a million dollars, you stupid beavers!"

As we continue getting smacked and bitten by aggressive beavers, Chris says in the loudspeakers, "Attention, campers! The case is wet! Repeat, the case is wet!"

I manage to pull my arm free, Heather exclaiming, "Get off me, you rabies-carrying glorified rat! Ugh, stop that!"

I hear Trent, Gwen, and Leshawna talking as they walk along the bank, and the first words I can hear is Gwen asking, "Hey, isnt that Heatger and Carmen?"

Leshawna responds, "Looks like it."

Heather exclaims in pain again as I try to pry her free from the den, and she gets smacked again.

Leshawna says, "Ooh, now that's gotta hurt."

Gwen adds, "Wow. Beavers can be mean."

Leshawna adds, "I bet she wishes she wasn't wearing those teeny shorts now."

I call out, "Hey! Maybe instead of mocking her, you could get over here and help us?"

Heather adds, "Help! Guys, get me out of here!"

Trent turns to the two others, asking, "Should we help her?"

A moment of silence passes before all three of them burst out in laughter, Leshawna saying, "That's a good one."

They start walking away, and Heather exclaims, "You guys are so dead when I get outta here!"

After I manage to pry my girlfriend from the beaver den, Chris announces over the loudspeaker, "Attention, campers! The case is now somewhere beautiful and headed towards camp!"

I say, "Hey, sounds like Justin's got the case! If we can get you outta here quick, we can intercept him! I'm immune to his charms, so it'd be perfect!"

Heather says, "Whatever. We've wasted enough time here."

We start walking alongside the bed of water towards camp, and Harold eventually meets back up with us, rowing on a kayak he must've stolen from camp.

He asks, "Encountered some beavers, eh? Yeah, they can get pretty territorial, especially-"

Heather interrupts him, exclaiming, "You know what? So far today, I've been thrown off a cliff with my partner. By you! Attacked by beavers, left to die, and I lost one million dollars, which I'm kind of hoping to get back. So I really don't have time for your Harold-ness right now, okay?"

Harold says, "You know, you don't always have to be so mean."

Heather stops walking and angrily asks, "Excuse me?"

Harold continues, "Maybe if you were nicer, someone here other than Carmen might actually like you."

Heather exclaims, "People like me! I'm popular!"

Harold asks, "Then how come no one wanted you on their team?"

I say, "No one wanted you either."

Heather adds, "Yeah, you're alone. What's your damage?"

She sits down on a large rock, and Harold says, "I'm alone by choice. I'm kinda like a lone wolf."

Heather's expression softens, and she says quietly, "I don't like being mean all the time. It's kind of become this habit of mine." I sit down next to her and wrap my arm around her shoulder as she starts tearing up, asking, "Do you think it's fun being the one that everyone hates?" She curls up her knees to her chest and starts crying, exclaiming, "Look at me! I don't even have any hair!"

She leans into my touch, resting her head on my shoulder as she continues crying, and I can tell that it's real. She can be a good actress when she wants to be, but I can tell that she's not lying or acting right now.

Harold says, "Maybe you're so afraid that everyone will reject you, that you push them away first. I'm guessing either your parents are divorced or you were fat and pimply once."

Heather wipes her tears and sniffles, asking, "So how'd you become such an expert?"

Harold responds, "Believe it or not, I wasn't always this cool."

I ask, "So there was a time you were even nerdier?"

Heather giggles, resting her hand on mine and grabbing hold of it.

Harold adds, "Plus, I read a lot of my sister's psych books in the can. Want a ride?"

Heather asks, "You'd still team up with me after the way I treated you?"

I say to her, "I remember a time when I did the same thing, babe."

Harold says, "Yeah. For a 50-25-25 split. It's either that or a 5 kilometer walk to camp. And those beavers are probably still looking for you."

I stand up and help my girlfriend stand as she says, "Impressive extortion skills. Deal."

Harold asks, "Do you think we'll be friends after this is all over?"

Heather responds, "Definitely."

When we sit down behind Harold in the kayak, Heather looks at me and shakes her head. I chuckle, and we grab oars to paddle back toward camp faster.

When the camp's shore is in sight, Chris's announces over the loudspeaker, "The case is almost at the campgrounds! Get your butts in gear, people! It's a million big ones!"

We start rowing faster, and when we finally reach the shore, "Harold points above the campgrounds, asking, "Is that a hot air balloon?"

I look up and sure enough, there's Courtney in one of the hot air balloons the cameramen use sometimes, with the boys team above with the case, and Courtney holding Cody in a headlock, and a bear climbing the mic's cord up to the hot air balloon's basket.

I exclaim, "They've got the case!"

Heather adds, "And a... bear. Come on!"

We get out of the kayak and run toward the hot air balloon, and Leshawna rides out of the woods on an ATV she must've stolen from either Chris or Chef, Gwen and Trent riding behind Leshawna on the ATV, an angry expression on her face as she notices us.

She exclaims, "Yo, Heather! This is for calling me a big-butted, loudmouth, mall-shopping homegirl!"

Gwen asks and Leshawna revs the ATV's motor, "Leshawna, what are you doing?!"

Trent says, "I think we better get off."

They scream as they jump off, and Leshawna takes off full speed toward my girlfriend, and also endangering Harold and I since we're right next to Heather. We take off in the opposite direction and reach the Dock of Shame, jumping toward the safety of Lake Wawanakwa.

Leshawna isn't able to stop the ATV before she also plunges it into the water, and Heather exclaims, "She's crazy!"

I add, slinging my soggy bangs to the back of my head, "Was she trying to kill us?!"

Harold exclaims in awe, "That was awesome!"

Chris says over the loudspeakers, "Attention, campers! The case is still in play! Don't give up now!"

Geoff, Bridgette, Katie, and Sadie climb the tall diving board above the pool of green jelly from the episode where we had to face our fears to avoid a moose chasing them, Duncan scared off the moose with a taxidermied moose head, and the boys team jump from the hot air balloon to the divingboard to get away from the bear.

Courtney gloated about having the case until the bear climbed into the hot air balloon's basket, and she also jumped onto the diving board. They all fought over the case, and Leshawna climbed onto it after the case, and the fight knocked it over to the communal bathroom, where Lindsay, Beth, and Ezekiel found it.

Justin jumped from a stolen plane that was used in the fears episode, and he parachuted down and charmed the case away from Lindsay, his parachute draping over Beth and Ezekiel as the now empty plane crashes into the diving board, making it start wobbling unsteadily. Izzy, Noah, and Eva, dressed in the stupid camo outfits from the paintball deer hunter episode, toss buckets of chum at Justin, and he flails around, freaking out about his hair.

Izzy places an empty bucket over his head and steals the case, calling herself E-scope, but trips while running toward the dock, and drops the case. It starts bouncing toward the dock, and everyone starts running after it, Duncan riding on the moose, Beth having freed herself from under the parachute, and Justin walking around blindly, the parachute pack still on his back.

The diving board finally falls, dumping Courtney, Cody, Katie, Sadie, and Tyler into the incredibly gross green jelly that's still there from the fears episode that happened a couple weeks ago, and the others left on the diving board slide helplessly toward the dock. The parachute gets caught under the diving board, dragging Justin along with them, the bucket falling off his head from the sudden tug.

The moose launched Duncan off it's back and into the water, and just as me, Heather, and Harold got out of the lake and back onto the dock, we're shoved right back in by everyone on the diving board. We all surface - Heather, Harold, Leshawna, Lindsay, Beth, Duncan, Owen, DJ, Gwen, Izzy (E-scope?) and I - and the case gets eaten whole by a shark.

Leshawna exclaims angrily, "Great! Now what?!"

Chris walks toward us on the dock, saying, "So... you lost the case. Way to go."

I say, "Technically, the shark did it."

Chris continues, ignoring me, "I didn't wanna have to do this, but since none of the 15 of you officially won, you all officially tied, which means that you will all have another shot at winning the million dollars!" We all cheer until he adds, "In season 2!"

I ask angrily, "I'm sorry, what? Are you freakin' kidding me?"

Duncan adds, "Oh, forget this. I didn't agree to season 2."

Chris says, pulling out one of his many copies of our huge stack of legal forms, "Actually, you did. It's called the fine print. Read it, live it, love it!"

Gwen growls, "I hate the fine print."

Chris's addresses the ex-campers that finally arrived on the Dock of Shame, "As for the rest of you, your treasure hunt ends here, along with all your hopes of ever winning any money off of being on this show. The good news, though? You'll be watching all the action on season 2 from the sidelines!"

I mutter, "Lucky bastards."

Courtney exclaims, "Wait a minute! I wanna be on season 2!"

Chris smirks and clicks his tongue in a teasing way, repeating, "Fine print."

E-scope exclaims, "Yes, this is so awesome! E-scope is coming back! E-scope is coming back!"

She giggles, and Beth and Lindsay embrace, Beth exclaiming, "This is so exciting! Lindsay, if you win and you buy France, will you invite me over?"

Lindsay responds, "For sure!"

Heather and I look at each other, and I say, "At least we'll be together for next season, right?"

Heather smiles at me and puts her forehead to mine, responding, "Definitely, babe."

Chris says, "In exactly 2 days, you'll all report to a brand new location for a whole new challenge and the last one standing will receive one. Million. Dollars!" He turns to the cameras, adding, "So don't forget to tune in... to Total. Drama. Action!"

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ahoodgirl · 1 month ago

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you guys, i need help...

I plan on posting a nick torres × original female character fic, that is somewhat based on a dream I had a while back, but I ran into an issue...

I can't figure out what to name it.

I had a dream where I was both an NCIS agent who worked for herself but helped the team when needed, and a college professor who, out of five, got an office big enough for a bed.

I'm gonna post a few snippets below, hoping you guys can help me find/figure out a title.

"since there's only 15 minutes left of class, you're dismissed. but don't forget, projects are due next Friday. Have a good weekend." Everyone grabs their things as they talk about the weekend, making plans with either friends or family. As everyone is leaving, their voices drain the more that they walk out, leaving me in dead silence. After I make sure to clean around my area and grab all my belongings, I lock the door and walk down the halls to my office. I unlock the door and walk in to find two of my students fast asleep, cuddled up. All the higher up professors—like me—get big offices with beds. Which, is only five. Crazy, i know. I turn on the lights and set everything down atop my desk. "alright, you two, get out. now." i say to them as i yank the covers off them. They huff as they take their time getting up, grabbing their stuff before leaving. I guess they must've slipped in here during my class. I close my door behind them and get settled in to my desk, knowing that i have a long night ahead of me, grading papers and projects.

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As I'm heading back, i get a call and see it's from Nick so i answer and put the phone to my ear. "hey, thought you'd be home." I hear him sigh on the other side, "yeah, but we had a case at the last minute." i take a sip of my soda as i walk down the hall, back to my office. "You still at the college?" "yeah. was grading papers, but took a snack break. heading back to my office now." "hey, is it okay if Jess and i come by? we got to update you on the case." "yeah, of course. I'll be here for a while. you know where my office is. see you then. muah!" It doesn't take me long to get back to my office and finish up the grades, and input them all into the online gradebook, keeping the door unlocked.

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The video ends and Jess excuses herself to use the restroom, which gives Nick and i some time to ourselves. He scoots the rolling chair over to my side, leaning his chin on my shoulder. He kisses my cheek, turning me around to face him. Using my hand, i rub my thumb over his chin, the feeling of his stubble between my fingers. I use it as a grip to pull him in for a few brief but sweet kisses. "if i was here on personal time, I'd have you naked underneath me, all wrapped in those sheets, making you scream my name." I shy out, turning back around to the computers, typing away at my notes. "these walls aren't exactly thick, Nicholas." he moves his head to my neck and whispers is my ear, "that's the point, Celia." I type away at the keyboard until Jess comes back, making Nick back off.

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I wake to the smell of chilaquiles, corizo, fried eggs and hot sauce... one of the reasons why i stay over at his place most of the time. Looking at the clock on the nightstand, i see that it's a little early, only being 5:50. Knowing that we have to be in by 8, getting up at 5:30 is a good time to eat a small breakfast, shower, change into some presentable clothes and leave in time.

give me some options below of what would be appropriate titles.

if you have any questions about anything, ask me here, and be glad to answer them!

Thank you in advance!

#ahoodgirl #writing #fluff #smut #ncis #n torres #help a girl out #01.02.25 #ofc celia linux #need a title #fic based on a dream #snippets

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cherryriotcrash · 3 years ago

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Last Updated: 26 Jan 2023

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DO NOT INTERACT LIST

[🔥 - NSFW] [🌈 - Fluff] [🖕🏾 - Angst] [😂 - Crack]

My Hero Academia

✨Anonymous Character (unable to be identified without spoiling the end)

All The Time 🔥

Fuck me like you hate me. Kiss me like you miss me. Anything I want to is what she always lets me...I could fuck you all the time.

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✨Katsuki Bakugo

Stormfronts and Swear Jars🔥🖕🏾

You move to Japan following a large scale accident and, following yet another mishap, the most explosive person you meet is your softest place to fall. Also, the real villain is Eri and her godforsaken swear jar.

Not Nice 🔥

Girl yuh not nice, yuh rude; want me to feel like I'm new, want me to watch you do you. Don't girl, you look so nice but yuh not nice, yuh rude. Look what yuh puttin me through, I'd never do this to you.

Bitches Broken Hearts🔥

Somebody new is gonna comfort you like you want me to, somebody new is gonna comfort me like you never do. Every now and then, it hits me that I'm the one that got away.

Greek Tragedy 🔥

Cars are flipping, I’m in hot pursuit; my character’s strong but my head is loose. He hits like ecstasy, comes up and bangs the sense out of me (so free up the cheaper seats, here comes a Greek tragedy).

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✨Izuku Midoriya

Wicked Games [Drabble]🔥

Dom!Deku has a playlist to let you know what mind games you're in for. Your favorite one is the game not played.

Had Some Drinks 🔥

I’ve been around, brought you down, it’s true. If I said too much, I know you’re mine to lose. I think too much, I’m out of touch, it’s true. Don’t give a fuck, yeah actually, I do.

Graveyard [Frozen Hearts Collab]🔥

Oh, when you go down all your darkest roads, I would've followed all the way to the grave yard. (It's funny how the warning signs can feel like they're butterflies).

GUY.exe

Six feet tall and super strong, we always get along. Oh, he'd pick me up at eight and not a minute late because I don't like to wait. Kind, and ain't afraid to cry, or treat his mama right. That's right, that's what I like.

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✨Shoto Todoroki

You Are My Home 🔥🖕🏾

When Shoto becomes your research partner, Touya becomes insufferable. Shoto, who is intimately familiar with the fact that his sibling is an entire fuck, decides to stick by your side. Sometimes, the things you need find you before you know you need them.

Wanderlust

Good girls go to heaven, and bad girls go everywhere; and tonight I will love you, and tomorrow you won't care. Precious little diamond, I leave it all to you. You're in love with something bigger than love, you believe in something stronger than trust.

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✨Eijiro Kirishima

Red 🔥

Know that you dug your own grave, now lie in it. You're so cruel but revenge is a dish best served cold.

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✨Hitoshi Shinso

Bang the Doldrums 🔥

Hey, Toshi? Do you think you can brainwash someone's gag reflex away?

Bitches Broken Hearts🔥

Somebody new is gonna comfort you like you want me to, somebody new is gonna comfort me like you never do. Every now and then, it hits me that I'm the one that got away.

Retrograde 🔥🖕🏾

So be the girl you loved, be the girl you loved. I'll wait, so show me why you're strong; ignore everybody else, we're alone now. Suddenly I'm hit, it's the starkness of the dawn; and your friends are gone, and your friends won't come, so show me where you fit.

Love, on the Rocks

Here’s a simplification of everything we’re going through; you + me is bad news.

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✨Natsuo Todoroki

Tadow 🔥

She'll just have 'em runnin' out and in, man they want to sin; talking deadly sin with Ms. Lady I don't understand why she hit 'em like tadow, tadow. (girl you knock 'em dead)

Her [Omegaverse Collab]🔥

I'm glad we made it this far, sometimes you just don't know. So many days spent apart but now I'm finally yours so just move my body, do it right; left, right, side, side. Not about to waste my time waiting all night.

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✨Mirio Togata

Hayloft 🔥

Young lovers with their legs tied up in knots; with his long, tall gun, Pop went a-creeping to blow their hayloft dead heads straight off.

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✨Shouta Aizawa

Streets 🔥

And it's hard to keep my cool when other bitches tryna get with my dude, and when other chickens tryna get in my coop, 'cause you're a one in a million, there ain’t a man like you. I found it hard to find someone like you; send your location, come through.

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✨Tenya Iida

House of Balloons

Been on another level since you came, no more pain. Look into my eyes, you can't recognize my face. You're in my world now; you can stay, you can stay, but you belong to me. You belong to me.

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✨Touya Todoroki

Hatef--k 🔥

If I put my hands around your wrists, would you fight them? If I put my fingers in your mouth, would you bite them? So many things that I would do if I had my way with you, and there will be no tenderness. I have no mercy for you; you had no mercy for me.

You Are My Home 🔥🖕🏾

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✨Denki Kaminari

Bubble, Pop, Electric.🔥

Tonight I’m gonna give you all my love in the backseat; gonna speed it down and slow it up in the backseat. Bubble. Pop. Electric.

Snowglow. [Frozen Hearts Collab]🔥

You loved the snow, and Denki loves you.

Aurum and Argentum 🖕🏾

If he’s silver, you’re gold, and he’ll make sure his enemies bleed rubies to protect what’s his.

Meet Me At The Altar

When your best friend marries the explosive Dynamight, you're put in charge of wrangling one of his groomsmen. Sparks fly.

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✨Mina Ashido

Fuck Up The Friendship🔥

We’re already six feet deep, let’s fuck up the friendship. Come get in my head; baby, cut the tension, I’m hung by a thread. Maybe it’s something, but let’s not pretend; or maybe it’s nothing and this is the end. We could never be, we could never be friends.

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✨Hanta Sero

...And to Those I Love, Thanks for Sticking Around

One last pic and I'll be gone; make it count, put the flash on. Never really felt like I belonged, so I'll be on my way and I won't be long; I'll be dead by dawn.

34+35🔥

Can you stay up all night, fuck me till the daylight? Baby, you might need a seat belt when I ride it; I’mma leave it open like a door, come inside it.

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✨Rody Soul

How'd You Get So Good?

Fuzzy duck, ducky fuzz, does he fuck? Fuck he does! What makes this even better is that this could be love! (Or just to fuck around)

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avenirdelight · 4 years ago

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Only for You

Jadon Sancho

Jadon was working out and going live on Instagram. Someone wasn’t really pleased about that.

JADON SANCHO IS THIS REALLY NECESSARY?

Jadon noticed the notification popped up on his phone screen.

He was doing a workout session with his friends. It was an ordinary afternoon and it was quite hot in Manchester. Jadon was quite pumped up and had just jumped on the treadmill, when he thought that maybe he could give the people on Instagram a little update. His move to United was exciting not only for him but also for the fans. It would be good to show everyone that he was keeping himself in shape even on his holiday, that he would be fully ready when he came to train at the club.

He posted a few videos to Instagram story and decided to go on live for a bit. Comments and hearts were flooding in and Jadon slightly smirked when he saw some people saying that he looked good. He was all shirtless and sweaty, absolutely enjoying himself, and he had to agree that he indeed looked good. Just some more work to do and he would be in the shape he wanted.

But his smirk immediately vanished. The live hadn't even gone for two minutes, when he noticed the message, in full capitals, from someone whose contact name had a red heart and a red rose on it. Only one person had those special emojis attached to their name. After reading the message properly, with a slight panic rising in his mind, Jadon quickly ended his Instagram live.

"Bro, can you turn the music down, please?" Jadon said to his friend, who kindly did what he asked. The next second, Jadon was already calling someone for a video call.

"Really?" She stared at the camera in disbelief.

"What? What did I do?"

"You're just trying to get all the girls to drool over you, aren't you?"

Jadon had a confused look on his face as he tried to process her question. But then he was laughing out loud, he even needed to hold on to the handle for balance. He lowered the speed of the treadmill, before adjusting the position of his phone for a better angle.

"Are you jealous, baby girl?" Jadon teased her. She rolled her eyes as a response, making Jadon chuckle again. "Admit it, you like this view, don't you?"

"Why does it matter? It's not me you're trying to show it off to," she shrugged. "Well, just inform me later, if those influencers have slipped into your dms again," she sounded really displeased, and Jadon was taken aback by the hint of irritation in her voice.

"Whoa, whoa, are you okay, baby?"

She pouted and huffed, throwing the pen she was holding to the table. "Sorry, it's just another stressful meeting. And it's cold here, I think it's going to rain tonight... And you're not here."

"Oh, babe... I'm sorry," Jadon said, realizing that she wasn't in a good mood. "Hey, come on. You're gonna be here in two weeks, right?" He tried to offer her a smile. Things had been tough on her, his moving to Manchester clearly made it harder, and he wished he was there with her in Dortmund.

"Yeah... But it's hard, Jadon." She didn't say what was hard, but Jadon understood that being far away from each other was hard, a long distance relationship was hard.

"I know, baby, I know. But it won't always be hard like this, okay?"

She nodded. "Just don't go on Instagram looking like that," she protested. "I'll only be able to see that in person once every two months, you know?"

Jadon chuckled again. "Yeah, yeah, sorry. I didn't mean to upset you," Jadon said with a softer tone. "I miss you, baby girl. Hey, should I send some selfies? Looking like this? Only for you this time."

Jadon could see her pout turned into a grin, the cheeky grin of hers that he missed him so much, and it sent some butterflies to his stomach. He bit his lower lip, trying to control himself. Because, damn, she also looked super good in that brown blazer.

Jadon saw her face getting closer to the camera and he knew she was teasing him now as she said, "You better."

Jadon felt his heart skip a beat. If he was there right now, he knew he would already be attacking her with kisses.

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finally wrote a one shot for jadon! he went live two hours ago...I COULDN’T HELP MYSELF🙂🙏🏼 also i’m not sure about the title so i might change it😂

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queerdesire · 2 years ago

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September 30, 2022

It's been a minute since my last update.

What have I accomplished this week? Well I drove for the first time in the dark last night and honestly I think I smiled all the way home. I'm getting so much more comfortable driving and it's starting to feel so fucking good. I'm hoping to have my license by the end of the year. Driving is not as scary and anxious as I always imagined. I'm proud of myself for this.

Let's see what else am I proud of? Oh! I have paid all my bills but two, both are due on the 6th so not late but I'll probably do it right now as all the other payments should of went through. I'ma be a broke ass bitch but it feels so fucking good to be able to pay everyone time.

I also deleted some girls number! She's been semi dicking me around for a month, and I let her >.< She was the one who hit me up and was interested and wanted to go on a date. I was going with the flow of it. Started out texting strong and things like that but then it became 8 separate times of excuses. Like we were not anything where a conversation of her no longer interested would of been perfectly okay. I even said as much during excuse number 6 lmao. But deleting her phone number and not replying back to her bs felt good. And then my toxic side may have left her on Snapchat 🙈🤡, I don't look at her snaps but she has replied to three of my hot story ones since I've deleted her number and ignore last excuse text and it feels kinda good to be like yeah I'm hot and you missed out. Even if it's in my head and even if that may be a bit toxic lol regardless I'm glad I was able to be like I'm done, and it was okay that it took me a month 😭 because I still was able to stop the pattern instead of continue the pattern of letting ppl use me like that.

I've had two therapy sessions now, the first session I felt hella guilty leaving and the second one I felt like I was on a good high. I was given therapy homework though and I haven't accomplished it :( and I don't think I will before Tuesday. I'm supposed to go out with someone and do something out of my comfort zone. The issue with this assignment is I'm scared to ask ppl to hang out that I wouldn't normally cuz that fear of the rejection and I guess that's the whole point. I did ask a girl one hinge if she wanted to hangout in person and I didn't get a reply so I'ma go with that as my assignment completed lmfao. Oooh and in therapy my therapist at one point said "I'm seeing a pattern here do you?" And I didn't so hopefully I will see the pattern she spoke of with the more sessions I have as she didn't tell me lmao.

Hmm what else? Oh completely over my ex! Well for the most part. Obviously I'll always wish it would be different but I've come with terms that she will never want to be friends and I haven't looked at her socials so much so that I missed her bday lol so that felt like a win. Only looked at her socials the last few days. But to be honest I think I'm using Tumblr as a distraction 😅 I'm not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing tho.

Let's see what else...oh the new job is going very well! Last night it felt so easy, I think I asked someone one question and I remembered to bring silly things like the pizza stand, app plates, pepper mill, instead of forgetting until last minute. Oh and a coworker has now started to play with my hair and honestly makes me feel a bit loved, as touch is my love language. She's super sweet. Also last night one of the "favorites" told me I was, "the better new servers" and that I am a "hard worker" my cocky ass knew this, my cocky ass knew i would be but I can't say that :P I'm playing a political game here. But I said thank you lol oh and I was sitting next to some girls and they included me in conversation and one was like yeah when deena first met me she told me she thought I was gonna be a bitch 😅😂. So then everyone wanted to know what I thought about them. One of the girls was like did you think I was gonna be mean? And I told her yes I said "we didn't speak until Sunday!! So yes I thought you were going to be mean but you're very nice." Turns out she told me she's shy and I 100% can see that. I did not tell any of them that I think all pretty girls are going to be mean because they are hot lmao

I don't think anything else happened this week that is note worthy. I havent cried or felt hopeless in awhile and that is a wonderful feeling. I honestly think that has to do with therapy tho.

My period is very late and I'm pregnant jk jk jk 😂 but it is late af. That bitch needs to get here.

OOOH I REMEMBERED SOMETHING. One of my best guy friends works at my new job, he is why I went there. And a different coworker came up to me and was like "do you know Sean talks about you alot?" "I think he likes you" etc etc. And I was dying absolutely trying not to laugh because Sean is such a homie, I would say brother but we playfully flirt sometimes to hype the other up so what ever that makes him. But I had to explain to the coworker that Sean is a close friend, my homie is how I think I worded it. The dude was so small minded though and wouldn't stop and I was like I'm extremely gay and Sean knows this so there isn't anything between us. (I think it's because Sean and I hug at work) because the kid still didn't let it go. I went over to Sean immediately after and him and I got a huge laugh. Sean also said he had never even spoke to the dude before lmfao so I'm real confused but find it amusing nonetheless.

#working on a better me #working towards a better me #mine #personal

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miss-smutty · 4 years ago

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Chapter 1

A/N- I've teased y'all for so long I hope this series is going to live up to expectations, I'm confident it will though because I'm addicted and it's been super easy for me to write - I'm up to chapter 3 so far so updates can be on time! There's a slight age gap between my professor Hemsy and OC Jess but she's twenty and completely legal. You know this is gunna be a giant tease fest for the first couple of chapters cos that sexual tension is fucking gold 🥵

Summary- Jess meets the man of her dreams and then stupidly leaves without getting his number. Will fate bring them together again?

Word count- 1.5 K

Pairing- Professor!Chris Hemsworth x OC

Warnings- Swearing, age gap

18+ only!

Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

Posted: 5th August 2021

Taglist:- @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke @chickensarentcheap @jjpogueprincess @longlostinanotherworld @mostly-marvel-musings @darklydeliciousdesires @monet-belle

@skyfullofsong123 @swaggysposts

Chapter 2

I pulled out a chair at the last available table in the unusually busy coffee shop, I thought I might've caught a break choosing the one outside of campus but alas I was wrong.

I was about to sit down when the chair opposite me slid out from under the table, my eyes lifted to meet with the most sparkly blue eyes i'd ever seen. The sight of him took my breath away. Literally.

I stood staring, frozen on the spot, my mouth slightly ajar as I looked him up and down. He was tall, so tall, definitely over 6ft and built like a dream. Thick thighs straining against his fitted trousers, wide muscular shoulders and I just knew there was a six-pack hiding behind that tight t-shirt.

"Sorry. You were here first, I'll just grab a take-out." He smirked a side smile, amused at how I was so obviously checking him out but his sexy Australian accent distracted you from anything else.

"It's fine, I'm on my own. I don't mind if you want to sit there too." I mentally face palmed myself, drawing attention to the fact I was alone wasn't the best idea but then again he was alone too. "I don't bite." I added trying my best to flirt.

It seemed to work, he smiled at me as he sat down and I took the time to admire his handsome face. He was quite clearly a lot older than me, the laughter lines around his eyes a tell tale sign but he was still quite possibly the best looking man I'd ever laid eyes on. His hair was fair and the short beard framed his face perfectly but the one thing that stood out the most were those piercing ocean-blue eyes.

"So do you come here often?" I cocked my eyebrow at him over my coffee cup making him laugh at my reaction. "Sorry, it's been a while." He said nervously, running his hand through his hair.

"It's been a while since you spoke to a stranger or…?" I questioned casually.

"It's been a while since I spoke to an attractive woman." He finished, his eyes sparkling as he watched me almost choke on my drink.

"Oh, I err…. I don't think you're doing too badly." I absentmindedly circled my finger around the rim of my cup, crossing my leg over my other and accidently rubbing my foot up his leg. My cheeks felt hot and flushed as I looked up into his eyes and saw him smiling slyly.

"Evidently. We're already playing footsie under the table." He smiled widely, a genuine smile that stretched the corners of his mouth. I smiled back at him shyly, thinking of something to say to change the subject before I ended up looking like a tomato.

"What part of Australia are you from?"

"I'm originally from Melbourne but I lived in Byron Bay before I came to America."

"Awesome. I've always wanted to go to Australia, the Spiders put me off though."

"Yeah I think they put most people off but in heavily populated areas they stay pretty much hidden, I think it's the size that scare people." How have I made this conversation go from flirting to talking about spiders? And how do I get back to flirting?

"Are we still talking about spiders?" I raised my eyebrows questioningly and laughed at the innuendo, flicking my hair over my shoulder. I noticed something in his eyes when I did so, a hunger, just a little flash and then it was gone again. I'm sure I didn't imagine it though because his eyes lingered on my exposed shoulders.

I checked my watch subtly, not wanting him to think he was boring me but I had to get to class and couldn't be late again, not when this semester had only just started.

"I'm really sorry, I'm gonna have to run, I'm going to be late. It was really nice meeting you." I gathered up my bags, ready to leave.

"Already? You've only just got here." He looked disappointed, his smile fading. His mouth opened as if he was going to say something else and then closed again when he saw I was ready to leave. "It was really nice to meet you too, hopefully I'll see you again." His eyes sparkled as he looked into mine, standing from his chair to get the door for me. I felt fireworks when his hand brushed against the small of my back and his face lingered close to mine. The tension was unreal, like we were the only people in the room as his eyes hungrily stared into my soul, undressing me with his eyes. My heart stopped beating when his face moved closer to mine so I could feel his breath on my lips, the smell of coffee and his aftershave filling my nostrils. I paused, my feet routed to the spot, I wanted him to kiss me so badly but I moved away at the last minute. Surely he wasn't actually going to kiss me, we'd only just met, that would be ridiculous. Wouldn't it?

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I spent most of class daydreaming about my tall handsome stranger and the way he looked at me but most of all how I didn't even get his name. Or his number.

Now I was feeling sorry for myself because it would just be my luck to meet the man of my dreams and then never see him again. So I'd moped about all day and avoided the invitations for drinks after class. Instead I'd

gotten home early, changed into some sweats and settled myself in front of the TV for the night.

"What's up with your face?" My roommate, Ellie said as she walked into our room, throwing her bags onto her bed.

"What're you talking about?"

"Your face. Looks like you're chewing on a wasp."

"Feeling sorry for myself." I pout pathetically.

"Why, what've you done now?" She rolled her eyes, kicking off her shoes and throwing her legs up onto the bed. I felt so lucky to have a roommate like Ellie, during our freshman year she'd become my best friend practically straight away and now after two years together we were practically sisters.

I sat up in bed cross legged and faced Ellie, getting myself ready to spill my misfortunes of the day with her.

"Well, I went to Impresso's this morning to get my morning coffee before class." She nodded, showing her enthusiasm by also sitting cross legged on her own bed, facing me. "And it was packed full of students, there was only one table left. So I went to grab it as soon as I could." She raised her eyebrow at me, wondering where I was going with the story. "And I kid you not, the most attractive man I have ever seen, pulls out the chair opposite me."

"Oh my god! No way. Did you talk? Oh my god, this is like the perfect chick flick. Carry on." I smiled at her excitement.

"I told him I didn't mind if he sat there, I mean of course I didn't mind, you should've seen him El. Oh, oh, oh I almost forgot" I flapped my hands, bouncing on the spot. "He was fucking Australian."

"Fuck off, you're lying. Drop dead gorgeous with the sexiest accent ever. How is this even real? Now remind me why you're sat there with a face like a slapped arse?"

"I panicked when I had to leave, didn't want to be late for class and I didn't get his number, didn't even give him chance to ask for mine."

"Wow! Ok, now I understand. What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't thinking, I was panicking and you know what I'm like when I panic." You sulk.

"It's ok, maybe you'll bump into him again."

"Yeah, right. I should be so lucky."

"Cheer up." she says throwing a cushion at me. "There's a party at Alpha Kappa this weekend, I'm sure we can find you someone to help get over your mystery man. Or under should I say?" She raised her eyebrow at me, smiling slyly and making me laugh. She always did know how to cheer me up and maybe a party is what I needed.

There must be some good looking boys around campus that could make me forget about my Australian hunk. Surely? I thought about the guys I'd seen around campus, the guys I'd seen at frat parties and that's definitely not what I wanted. How could a twenty year old boy match to the masculine, experienced man I met this morning. My mind was set, I'd dipped my feet ever slightly into the mature pool and that's what I wanted more than anything. There was always something missing with previous boyfriends and I was tired of all the game playing. I wanted someone who knew what they wanted and wasn't afraid to get it.

The only thing was, he didn't know I was only twenty and I had no way of finding him again. If fate did bring us back together, would he mind that I was still a student? That I couldn't even drink when we went on dates?

Who am I kidding? Of course he would mind, he could get any woman he wanted, why would he want me?

#smut #chris hemsworth #chris hemsworth fanfic #chris hemsworth smut #chris hemsworth x reader #chris hemsworth x you #chris Hemsworth series #chris Hemsworth X oc #mcu rpf

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