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lemonsprite · 1 year ago

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Fooling around || Sebastian Sallow x Male!Reader

Summary: you teach Sebastian to let loose a little

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Warnings: slight suggestive themes (?) nothing crazy just snogging (hate that term as an American)

A/N: might make a Verizon about Ominis where he’s jealous of m! Reader and Sebastian idk tho TT okay off topic I HATE JK ROWLING SO MUCH WITH A BURNING PASSION AS A TRANSGENDER but! I am also autistic and unfortunately have a special interest in Harry Potter (I’ve had one since I was nine) AND ITS SUCH A BAD CONFLICT I want to make content but at the same time don’t (anyways make sure you pirate Hogwarts legacy xoxo) NOT BETA READ IM SORRY

“Okay okay-“ smiled Sebastian, leaning backwards against the nearby wall of the undercroft. “I dare you…” he paused, thinking of what next to say. “To send Amit Thakkar an owl full of belch powder!”

“Godric’s Heart Sebastian that’s awful!” You exclaimed, rolling your eyes.

Sebastian tsk’d, waving a finger in front of your face. “Ah-ah-ah you choose dare, remember?” He smirked.

With a sigh you admitted your defeat, reluctantly producing a blank piece of parchment to begin your nasty prank. Despite your reluctance to this task, Sebastian had welcomed you in to the undercroft even with all his prejudice towards you in the beginning- part of you felt like you had to go along with his dare even if it was a bit cruel (and a little funny).

Having never played many muggle games growing up, you’d thought now would be a better time than ever to introduce Sebastian to the wonderful word of ‘Truth or Dare’. Part of you regretted that decision now, with how wonderfully he was adapting to the game already.

“Alright Sebastian- Truth or dare?” You ask, not looking up from your letter.

“Truth.”

“Got any one in the castle you fancy?”

Sebastian’s silence is what finally drew you from your letter, looking up to meet his flushed gaze.

Part of you had expected a ‘no.’ After all, Sebastian never struck you as the romancing type, but seeing his face dusted in pink wasn’t unwelcome- in fact you quite liked the look on him. A voice in the back of your head urged you to make him blush more often.

You raised your eyebrow at him, prompting him to answer.

Sebastian whispered something, you could not make it out.

“What?” You asked, staring at him confusedly.

“You.” He whispered.

“Me what?”

“You- I Like you!” Sebastian exclaimed, his voice raising in frustration at your obliviousness.

Oh.

That went from zero to one hundred.

There was silence for what felt like eternity before you let out a small chuckle, taking a sip of the pumpkin juice Sebastian had brought the two of you.

He stared at you, his eyes a mixture of emotions.

Sebastian began hurriedly covering up his earlier confession. “I know you probably think that strange- I mean a boy liking another boy? Weird right anyways-“

“I like you too.” You said, staring at him over your cup of juice.

That effectively stopped Sebastian’s rambling, he peered at you- bewildered.

“But… but we’re both men?”

“And?” You asked. “Back where I’m from It’s quite normal for boys our age to fool around with each other before we marry- course’ I feel like we should all just be able to marry whom ever we want, never really found myself fancying girls.” You ranted, waving your hand animatedly in the air. All the while Sebastian stared at you, wide eyed and curious.

“…really?” He asked after a moment. You nodded your head, very serious.

“Have you ever… kissed another boy?” Sebastian asked.

“Oh yeah, plenty- a few girls here and there too…” you smiled, leaning in closer to Sebastian.

It seemed impossible to shock Sebastian any further yet here you were.

“And… fooling around… that too?”

“Occasionally… once or twice.”

Again there was silence, Sebastian staring at you intently.

“Could you…” Sebastian paused, thinking of the best way to go about this increasingly awkward conversation. “… teach me?”

It was your turn to be shocked now, staring at him for a moment.

“Teach you?”

“To like… you know- fool around…” said Sebastian, averting his gaze to the floor, that adorable pink flush returning.

You smiled at him, finding his clumsiness adorable.

“Sure.”

Tentatively, as if afraid of scaring away a small creature, you reach your hand over to Sebastian, placing your palm over his and guiding his hand to your waist.

“Like this okay?” You hum, looking up at Sebastian who swallowed heavily and nodded his head.

“I’m gonna- lean down here…” you explain with a grunt, shifting yourself backwards so that you were almost laying on the ground with your elbow propped up to support your weight, Sebastian’s hand still on your waist.

“Now I want you to put one leg over me… kinda like a broom.” You explained, watching with a smile as Sebastian clumsily followed your orders, straddling your legs.

“Good.” You praised, moving Sebastian’s other hand to cage in your body against the floor, your own tangling itself into his hair.

Sebastian’s mouth was slightly agape, his pupils blown wide and his eyes alight with excitement.

“This alright?” You asked, looking up at him to make sure he was still doing good.

“Very.” He breathed. “Could we uh…” he trailed off.

“Get to the kissing part?” You asked with a smirk.

“Yes.” Said Sebastian. “That… Please.”

Using your hand buried in his hair you guided Sebastian towards you, his head dipping to meet your lips in an inexperienced kiss.

It was clumsy and awkward, a mess of teeth clashing against each other and rushed apologies from Sebastian’s mouth.

Your chest was alight and if you hadn’t known any better you’d expected fire works to burst straight from your torso like one of Garreth’s wild potions.

“(y/n)…” breathed Sebastian into the kiss, his hand digging into the fabric on your waist. You pulled him closer deepening the kiss as you opened your mouth.

Pulling away from the embrace you look up breathlessly at Sebastian, his lips plump and swollen from all the kissing.

“Can I take your cloak off?” You ask quietly, your voice echoing in the undercroft. “It’d make this whole thing a lot easier.” And before you could even reach a hand up to unbuckle the clasp of Sebastian’s cloak he’d beaten you to the chase, practically ripping the fabric off his shoulders as he tossed it behind the two of you.

You looked at him in shocked silence, a smirk tugging at your lips.

“Eager are we?” You asked.

“Hush.” Said Sebastian, taking the lead as he bent down, his free hand not on your waist going to your chest, wrapping around your torso and pulling you in closer still.

Sebastian enveloped you in a kiss once more. Your mouth opened into his, turning messy as you searched for Sebastian’s tongue, the undercroft filling with the noises of breathless moans.

The sound of someone clearing their throat pulled you from the moment, Sebastian’s head whipping around to meet the intruders.

“Ominis!” He smiled forcefully, dropping his hands causing you to fall and smack your head against the old tiled floor with a ‘thump!’.

You groaned in pain, Sebastian reaching out his hands to help you before stopping himself, looking back at Ominis.

“Sebastian.” Ominis growled. “Are you seriously snogging a girl in the undercroft? I thought this was our place!”

“No! I mean yes! I mean-“ floundered Sebastian, helping you sit up from the floor and whispering apologies into your ear.

“I just… I really like this guy Ominis.” Sebastian mumbled, looking at the floor embarrassedly, not realizing his words till they’d already slipped out.

“Guy?” Asked Ominis, his voice suddenly soft.

“(y/n). I’m with (y/n).” Admitted Sebastian, his face that adoring shade of pink once more.

Ominis was silent for a long moment processing this new information.

“Okay… it’s- it’s okay Sebastian just… just go make out somewhere else yeah?” Ominis said, his voice suddenly soft and as soon as the tender moment happened it disappeared, the blonde boys voice snarky once more. “And if I ever catch you snogging in here again I’ll have your head, got it?”

“Very.” Said Sebastian with a small smirk, relieved at his friends response. He wrapped his hand around yours, hastily grabbing his discarded cloak and standing up. “Now I’m gonna…”

“Please do get your sorry excuse out of here.” Scoffed Ominis. “I’ll have to disinfect everything, who knows what you two’ve been getting up to.”

Jojo try not to rush another fics ending challenge (impossible)

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asocialangel · 2 years ago

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Hello !! I saw that your requests were open so I wanted to know how you think the bllk would react if their s/o asked for a break or a break up with them ?? Actually i read your work on it and it was very well written (hurts my heart ಠ⁠‿⁠ಠ) so I was curious about that.

Anyway have a good day~~

“let’s break up” - how the bllk boys would react

Hello lovely ! Are you doing great ? Was my response quick enough ? Anyways, i wrote short fics instead of headcanons, i feel like they are more suited. But if you wish, I can write them in hc forms ! Specific characters can also be requested for a part two~ enjoy and don’t cry too much~~

Blue Lock angst: breaking up with Isagi Yoichi and Itoshi Rin

Isagi - swear words, toxic behaviors from both ends, no one is right\an example to follow tbh TT - 1,2k

It had been a while. That Isagi was ignoring you. Your hugs, your texts, the cooked meals you always put aside for him. You lifted your head and looked in front of you. It was so dark now it hurt your eyes. The afternoon had gone by in a blink of an eye. You had sat on the couch and next thing you know you’re on the floor, back against the living room rug, still crying. Everytime you dried up your tears, a few minutes of thinking were enough for them to start rolling down your cheeks again. Purposeful or not, did it even matter ? And you had rehashed thoughts and fake conversations so much by now, that you started convincing yourself he avoided you deliberately, to have fun and make you cry.

The dim sky barely lit up the room, it was hard for you to distinguish the furniture around you. Everything was a grayish blue. Inside and outside. You and your surroundings. When you heard keys in the lock, you took a deep breath, eyes closed. The door creaked open.

“Hey ba-” The voice that started talking with so much enthusiasm abruptly stopped. “Why’s it so dark ?” Without even warning, Isagi turned the switch on. Ow. It hurts your eyes so much. Yet you continue blankly staring at the coffee table. “Practice was so tough today. Hum, Y\N where are you ?”. You could feel him searching left and right for you. So used to it huh, you greeting him the second he arrives, a warm smile on your face, the table set behind you. There was a last time for everything, but none of you knew that yesterday was the one. “Oh well.” Quickly giving up, you heard his duffle bag hit the floor. He left everything as it was, heading for a shower.

“I’m here.” Your expression still being as empty, not even looking in his direction, you got up. Your hand helping you lift your weight, you finally revealed yourself to him. From your peripheral vision, you could see his smile getting wider as he saw you. Not that you cared. You didn’t even bother to look at him when you pronounced that dreadful sentence: “We need to talk”.

“Do we ?” Isagi’s smile instantly dropped. But it made you furious. Instead of an apprehensive, concerned expression, he seemed annoyed. That bitch is gonna complain again right ? That’s probably what he was thinking. Couldn't he at least fake being scared for your relationship ? “Well i must. I’ll tell you something. Although I'm surprised you have nothing to tell me. Nothing’s been bothering you ? Everything alright, a-ok ? La vie en rose ?” You still didn't look at him, though you were walking in his direction, your eyes were empty. “What, does something seem wrong to you ? To me nothing h-” Ugh ! He was so ! Infuriating ! Why was he acting all cool, all unbothered, disdainful ? “Something ?! Something ?! Everything !”

You finally looked at him. Right in the eyes. You hadn't realized that anger had taken over your sadness. “How can you dare to pretend things are going right ? Have some respect, for me, and yourself !” “Okay okay, what will you whine about today ?” Isagi answered right away. “My fangirls ? How you wanna meet my friends ? The fact you’re convinced my parents dislike you ? Everything we’ve been through again and again.” He had an arrogant tone, almost laughing at you. “You always have something to bring up. I’m getting tired of your childish complaints”.

Right where it hits the most. You scoffed. “Okay. Okay then. You’ll be so glad to hear what I've got to say”. You too started putting on a derisive expression. “At first I was sad. But now I'm thinking, how could you let yourself be treated this way, love ?” You were walking around the living room, in a theatrical way, gesturing to yourself and raising your eyebrows faking concern. “Isagi. You looked at him. I’m not gonna let you neglect me again, let alone pretend I'm the one who’s wrong. You and I… We’re over”. You looked at him almost satisfied. You-from-4-hours-ago would've never believed that, out of all the feelings you could have felt when asking to break up, amusement would have been the one.

And what you saw was even more delightful. Isagi’s expression turned from scoffy to utterly shocked. He did not see that coming. After all, to him, you had become someone who would just complain… Not actually take action. Little did he know everything he took for granted was going to disappear. As quickly as you would. Suddenly his whole world fell upon his feet.

You smiled, walking closer and closer to him. His sad expression.. It was almost fulfilling now. So taken aback, Isagi couldn't move, he only looked you in the eyes, full of despair. His eyebrows were wavering, his eyes were starting to get glossy from tears welling up, he tried to blink. You approached your face dangerously close to his. Your noses were almost touching, but you didn't budge though. You looked at him deep in the eyes, feeding on his pain. “Can you finally feel what I felt ?” Your tone was full of resolution. You stayed for a few seconds, just to pressure him, until you stepped back. You took each of his arms, and looked at his face again. “It’s okay. You’re a resilient boy, you’ll get through this”. You put on a fake pout, mocking compassion. “It’s not like I mattered much to you anyway, right ?”.

You violently let go of him, shaking his arms with strength, your smile fading away. “Now go”. You walked right past him, took your keys, your bag and left. It was his apartment, and you still had some stuff left. After all, it’s not like you had planned to break him up today, he just brought it upon himself. The way you moved made it look like you were unaffected. You swiftly opened the door and exited. You walked with resoluteness, steady walking, chin up through the hallways, up until the elevator.

On his side, it took Isagi a few seconds to register what had just happened. He was still standing there, blankly when you left, not even trying to get you back. So confused. Until it hit him. It hit him so hard. Tears started rolling down his cheeks uncontrollably as he fell to the ground. What had he done ? How did he allow himself to lose you ? The corny saying that you ‘only notice something when it’s gone’ finally had meaning. As he played in his head every little thing he was already missing from you, a crushing feeling of remorse dawned upon him. Finally, he realized everything he’d done wrong while going out with you, and to add to the burden he now bore, he finally saw that that’s what you had been complaining to him about. Everything you had said, you were right.

Knees to the ground and hands shakily wiping off his tears, Isagi thought he’d never see the end of it. He wanted you back. Maybe if he called you, apologized, no, maybe if he, ugh it was in vain. He just wanted to tell you he’s sorry. But was he ? Maybe the two of you were not meant to be. He looked at his hands and got up, wiped his tears. Actually… you were wrong. He did everything right. But you were an ungrateful lucky lover.

Obviously, it’d end up like this. You broke down crying in the elevator. How foolish were you, to think he’d be affected. Like it always happens, you were the one hurt, and he didn't question himself. If just once it could’ve been reversed.

Rin - 1k2 words

Even though the lights were bright and the crowd was loud, it's like you weren't there. Everyone around you was keenly embroiled, but you could barely distinguish the players on the field. You had come to watch your boyfriend play, just like you’d watched every other game of his from this season. But this time, you couldn't force yourself to get into it. Your vision was blurry, you know, when you can't focus your eyes on something ? You see it happen from afar, you’d like to catch every detail of it, but your eyes just won’t let you. It happens when you’re tired, or when you don’t put in enough effort. You could not concentrate, too busy thinking.

You were sitting in the vip spot, all alone, unfilled seats surrounding you, an empty, almost sad, look on your face. You knew what would come after the match. And as boring as the game felt to you today -even though it wasn’t- you didn't want it to end. Because it finishing meant you also had to finish something. Something you had to say to Rin. He scores, smiles faintly and glances at your direction.

But you weren’t looking at him anymore. When you watch him these days… You don’t feel anything anymore. If you could force yourself to do so, you would have already done it a while ago. Every candle you blow is accompanied by the same wish, to restore the feelings you once had for him. It would feel so much easier if you could continue on pretending. What’s wrong with you ? He’s the dream guy…

You stared into space, and suddenly your ears rang louder than before. You looked up to see that the match had ended. You take a deep breath, faintly smile as you know your boyfriend is looking at you, and get up. Time to face reality. As you make your way to the backstage to meet him, you start thinking. You still have that surreal, high on over-stimulation feel, but your thoughts start clearing up: this might be the worst time to do what you’re about to do. He had just won a match, almost single-handedly carrying his team, and his season was far from over. It would most likely break his spirit. But you just felt like being selfish… Once again. Feigning this much, you can't do it longer. There was nothing left anymore that made you want to stay, apart from the objectivity that Rin himself, is what anyone would wish for. Even that was obvious to you, but it wasn’t enough anymore. Nowadays looking at him is like looking at a dessert when you’re not hungry. You don’t even want it, it wouldn’t satisfy you.

You feel the coldness of the metal stair rail you’re trailing your fingers on. It brings you to where you ought to go. “Y\N”. His voice is just as cold. You used to dig that, though. “I did good, didn’t I?” “You sure did”, you answer, looking at the floor. “Look Rin, there’s something I wanna tell you. I’m sorry for being brutal. I want us to break up”.

The whole room paused. Oh yes, because at this point, I might as well do it in a room full of people. They were bound to find out anyway. Rin’s feeble smile totally faded. His mouth was even slightly opened from shock. “Le-let’s take this elsewhere”. Rin had put a serious face on and sharply grabbed your wrist, dragging you rather inconsiderately in the staircase. No one came here ever. The sound resonated so well, it was almost scary. If someone were to pass by, they would hear everything. “Why so sudden ?”

You were so ashamed. You frenziedly shook your hand off his grip, still looking at the floor. “I don't know. It’s been on my mind a while. It just took me some time to muster the courage”. Lies. “That’s odd. It’s selfish, but I wish you’d never told me”. Rin took his hand to your chin, raising your head up so you’d look him in the eyes. You tried to escape, and look left or right, but you felt emeralds piercing right through your eyes. You looked straight up. You were most definitely going to miss this perfect face. His cold hands and towering stature. “Tell me the truth now”. He commended and you obeyed, as always:

“I dont love you anymore”. You glossy lips rested pouty. It was almost criminal, saying this while staring at him dead in the eyes. He roughly let you go with a ‘tch’, making you lose your balance. “That’s it huh ?” His back was turned but you could feel the disappointment in his voice. Not sad, just let down by your lack of effort. He was right though, if you were to end it, you could’ve done it nicely. You didn't know what to do as he wasn't speaking anymore. “Are you okay with that ?” What stupid thing to say. You looked at him, waiting for an answer. “Okay. Let’s break up”. Rin finally turned to you. You felt your heart fall to your chest, so heavy. Why now ? You’d rehearsed this conversation over and over, you knew well you didn't have feelings for him anymore. So why is it hurting ? Why now ? Rin walked to what you thought was closer to you, but shifted before. He was going for the door. “Tomorrow, come pick up your stuff at my place. If you can’t, please text my maid, she’ll get it sent to your address”. You started feeling tears welling up and your throat itching. “Is that all ?” You got walking too, to reach Rin.

Pushing Rin’s chest with both your hands, you felt your eyes getting heavier and heavier. But he barely budged. Your voice cracked: “Come on, react ! I don't know, throw a fit, cry, disrespect me, act like you care ! Grab my shoulders and shake me, shove me to the wall !” You were totally breaking down. Tears were now rolling down your flushed cheeks, your hands were shaking, rested on his chest.

“Is that wrong for me, to love you so much I'll accept everything you do to me ?”. You looked up, surprised to hear him answer. “If you want to break up, I'll accept, because I'd do anything and everything for you. I love you like that ! I’m so hurt but I'm trying to keep it cool so you don’t regret your decision. If you came to realize how terrible you’re treating me right now, you would feel bad. Let me pretend I'm the bad guy so you walk away with a clean conscience.” His words sunk into you. “What, did you, on top of treating me like this, expect me to plead with you to stay, to change your mind ? I’m all yours, but I'm no beggar.”

Rin finally pushed you off him, looking down on you. “It’s over, goodbye”. The sound of his voice and the door shutting closed resonated in the staircase. It felt so alone. You stood there shaking from the cold and crying. It might be better like this.

A\N: ngl, these are borderline corny, ooc, and took me way too long to write TT. Next time i'll write HC maybe. Advices anyone ?! not rly proud of these.

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sorrowfulmuse · 2 years ago

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Hi! Could you write some hc’s for Syzoth/Reptile where the reader is just completely enamoured with him?

♡:: syzoth x gn!reader (short headcanons)

✩:: whoop whoop! how do we like the new user? it’s kinda boring so i’ll switch it around couple of times 😭 but anyways thank you for requesting syzoth! i don’t know much about him but i'm rewatching the play through TT, he’s such a sweetheart! also later this week i’ll be opening requests again and all my drafts for older requests will be posted with a time schedule and then requests will be closed again! pls read this before requesting!

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀🦎 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀

the feeling will be very much mutual

you wouldn’t admit it but you found yourself by his side each morning until the sun kissed the moon goodbye

watching from afar as he did his daily routine, kitana swore she saw your eyes became heart shaped

you got to know him a little more once mileena caught on and gave you both a task to do around the temple

and from that day on, you sent the empress many thanks

syzoth was pretty awkward when he finally spoke but eventually calmed himself when he saw and just felt how comfortable you around him (his heart swelled)

your heart sung when he would smile at you, the way it’ll twirl and dance when he would say your name like a lyric from a song.. oh man you were down bad

you’ll try to help him certain tasks from the empress or follow him to sun'do and window shop as you both share stories from your culture to your adventures

you couldn’t lie to yourself, syzoth was more charismatic than people give him credit for. he’s not awkward but rather just more on the quiet side.

you’re not sure if he does it on purpose but there is times where you’ll catch him staring at you for a good while and only smiles back when you make eye contact with him

it’s like an arrow to your heart, he’s definitely doing that on purpose

you didn’t know how attach you were to syzoth until it came as a surprise when your peers pointed it out each time, "you’re by his side the moment you wake!" they would joke

although they teased and teased you, the immediately guilt fell upon your shoulders. were you really being THAT oblivious with your feelings?

but not for long, syzoth himself would put an end to their endless teasing

he would admit that he didn’t mind at all that you were by his side and that he deeply enjoyed your company just as long as you enjoyed his as well

you could feel the tiny fireworks light off when he would grab your hand to reassure you

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arwainian · 1 year ago

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The F@tT Fic Marathon: Catching up finally.

🎉I have officially read the full Friends at the Table AO3 tag!🎉

My very silly quest has reached its technical end point after EXACTLY 10 months of intensive reading! It has been sometimes grueling, often delightful, and led to me developing intense opinions in directions i never thought possible to myself. But I have done it, and I am extremely pleased with myself.

To get some housekeeping out the way, I usually give recs upon a writeup, but since there were only three fics left for me to read i'm just gonna shout them out generally.

Fics 1981-1983

check out i'm too scared to say half of the things i do (when i picture you) by waltztangocache for partizan era Kal'mera Broun fantasizing about Valence and trying to keep from letting that slip through their telepathic bond

and if you like Christmas fic, fangirl_squee has got you covered with Fero "not liking Christmas" but being roped into it anyway, and the Bluff City Masks crew hunting down some Christmas mini-miracles

and like, if you're looking for something to read, remember every single writeup has come with at least one personal recommendation. it's all under the tag #fatt fic marathon (also a caveat that these recommendations come from my personal tastes, i might not have mentioned a fic during the marathon that's a favorite of yours and i hope you continue to deeply enjoy what you love even when it might not have hit where I would have liked)

if you would like to take a look at the massive spreadsheet I used to keep track of which fics I was set to read together, as well as other info like what season it was for, and word count, here is a link to it!

What next?

First of all, I'm gonna spend a good long time reading other things. I've accumulated a great big To-Be-Read pile of pleasure reading consisting of both real-ass books and other fanfic that have been put at a lower priority while I powered through this project. I have had fun, but it is high time for a Break to read and do other stuff for a bit. (*glances nervously at my unstarted secsam project*)

If you happen to like my thoughts about what I'm reading, this past year I tried to keep track with reading log posts. They got stripped down to the basics over the course of the year and Finals Season sorta took it out of me so there's nothing for the past couple weeks BUT. i like reading a lot and i like talking about it a lot. so that's all tagged as #cal reading log if you want to keep up with me and my reading

and, what shall happen to these writeups! I'm not interested in continuing these in perpetuity, but I may give a final send off one when the tag hits 2000 (i'm still deciding). otherwise, this is likely the end of them. I might still shout out inidivudual cool fics that get published as I read them, but that's just like, good fandom practice to spread around cool fanworks tbh, rather than this weird thing I've done. nonetheless, i hope y'all had fun watching this journey

and a final thank you to all of the lovely authors who have made fanfic writing their hobby and have chosen to share what they write with others. Thank you! it is extremely obvious that I could not have done this if they never put pen to page or fingertip to keyboard and did the dang thing in the first place. you've made some cool stuff and i like reading it.

Happy New Year Everyone!

#fatt fic marathon #friends at the table #fatt

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ilikerafayelwaytoomuch · 2 months ago

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Lemuria Pottery- Chapter five

A/N: I'm so sorry this took like a year to update...the end of my masters program was rough and my mental health got worse for a while. The good news is I plan to finish this little series now! Tis a long chapter with a lil smut O.O and could probably be read as a stand alone. Obsession with Raf is still going strong <3

When I began seeing ads for our nearby fall festival, it was all I could focus on. I always had wanted to go, but me being me, never had anyone to go with. I sat at my desk at work, scrolling through social media, I mean definitely doing my actual job…but I was once again thinking about the festival. It always looked like so much fun. I sighed, looking at the time. 30 minutes left until my lunch break. Work was slow today, and boring, but it’s kinda always boring. Being an adult who has to pay bills kinda sucks. My phone buzzed, distracting me, as it had been doing the past few weeks. Buzzing because of a certain someone and distracting me from my job…not like I was currently doing anything anyway. I grabbed my phone, not even surprised it was Rafayel once again.

Rafayel: thomas is about to lock me in my studio

Rafayel: save meeeeee

Me: i’m the one needing saving…locked inside an office building 8 hours a day

Rafayel: yikes

Rafayel: when’s lunch?

Me: 20 minutes TT

Rafayel: perfect

Me: ??

Me: Rafayel??

He had suddenly stopped messaging me, so I figured Thomas had probably gotten to him, forcing him to work. I figured I should actually do some work, pulling up the tabs on my computer. The job was easy, most of it was honestly being sure not to get too much done..I get paid the same amount. It’s a bad attitude, I know, but I don’t care and this company also doesn’t as long as the work gets done. I was focused on my work when I was once again distracted, though this time by a tap on my shoulder…”weird” I thought, turning around. My head tilted in confusion, seeing Rafayel smiling at me. “Rafayel?” I asked.

“In the flesh,” he answered.

“How the hell did you get in here? You need a badge to enter like every floor?” I asked him. He gave me a smug look, sighing. “Ah, that’s easy when you’re as good looking as me. Sarah was easy to convince,” he explained. I laughed.

“Should have known. Can I ask why you’re here?” I asked.

“To eat lunch with you, duh.”

“Mhhm, not to avoid a certain manager of yours?” I narrowed my eyes on him.

“I would never,” he protested, faking hurt. I smiled, then spun my chair to quickly clock out and back before getting up to eat with Rafayel. “Where are we going?”

“There’s a cafe a few blocks away I’ve been wanting to try?” he asked. I nodded, allowing him to lead the way, then realizing he had no idea how to leave the building, so I took the lead. I pretended not to notice the stares I got from co-workers on the way out. It’s not like I was buddies with any of them…there was no need to stare.

Rafayel drove us to the cafe, where we ordered and quickly sat. We talked about our days, both honestly not being that eventful. He had taught a class in the morning to children, which ended in some disasters, then worked on a commission for a bit before getting bored. My day was just as exciting, being at work all day. “Do you want to go to the fall festival together?” Rafayel had suddenly asked, surprising me.

“Hm?” I asked, not hearing him over the noise of the cafe.

“The fall festival is next weekend, do you want to go with me?” he asked. I smiled. “Really? I’ve always wanted to go,” I admitted.

“You’ve never been?”

“Nope. Never had anyone to go with,” I nervously chuckled.

“Really?” He asked and I nodded. “Well, I guess this means I'll have to make it extra special. If you want to go with me, that is.”

“I'd love to.”

The day of the festival had arrived and I was beyond excited. Rafayel picked me up and drove us to the festival, though parking was awful. We finally found a spot and immediately headed over to the food stands, Rafayel forcing me to try every single thing every stall had because I had never tried any of them…or at least not tried any of them at a festival. I eventually had to force him to stop buying different foods for me to try because I was so full I was pretty sure I’d throw up. So that led us to play many of the different games the festival offered, losing most of them as per usual for these things. What we did not lose at though, were the claw machines. I had no idea how Rafayel was so incredibly good at them. I’m awful and couldn’t get a single plushie, Rafayel however was a menace. He was able to get any plushie I wanted…and even helped some kids who came over to watch him, which was sweet. Two little girls had spotted Rafayel’s luck, probably due to my pure surprise and cheering him on getting the adorable little plushie for me. They stood in amazement, watching as he successfully got the plushie in one go. “Woah!” one had yelled. They looked like they were twins, or at least sisters, wearing matching overalls and holding hands. “How’d you do that?” the other asked. Rafayel turned to see the two girls joining us and shrugged.

“Magic. I’m just that good you know,” he cockily stated.

“Can you get any of those? Any of the plushies in this arcade?” one asked.

“It’s not an arcade dummy, we’re at a festival,” her sister corrected her, making her pout.

“I can get any plushie I want,” Rafayel confirmed. The girls looked at each other before getting close and whispering to each other about something.

“Hey mister, if you can get any plushie here, can you get the big unicorn plushie in that machine over there?” one finally asked, giving her best puppy dog eyes. The other joined in, and I could tell Rafayel was going to crack easily, though he pretended to think about it.

“I suppose so. Why don’t you show me which one,” he decided, making the girls cheer. One grabbed onto his hand and pulled him over to the machine, I followed, a smile on my face. “It’s that one right there, we’ve almost spent all of our money trying to get it. The purple unicorn,” the girl explained. “It looks so soft I have to have it on my bed!”

“Mmm, that is in a difficult spot,” Rafayel agreed. “Buuuut, lucky for you I can get it.” He took the little girl's last coin, putting it into the machine. The three of us watched as he led the claw over to the unicorn, the claw dropped, wrapping onto the unicorn. The unicorn lifted and the girls began celebrating, excited that they’d finally get their prized plushie, just to watch as the unicorn suddenly fell back into the pile of plushies. Rafayel’s smile dropped quickly, looking over worried about the girls. One sighed. “Well, it’s okay mister. Thank you for trying,” she gave him a smile.

“No,” Rafayel stated, grabbing his wallet. “You will get that plushie.” And get that plushie they did, along with every other plushie they wanted. I couldn’t believe the amount of money he had spent getting the plushies for the two girls. Plushies in hand and wide smiles on their faces, they thanked Rafayel, telling him he was the best guy they had ever met before running off. Once done with the arcade games, Rafayel and I just walked around, looking at the different stands and talking. To end our night, I convinced him that we had to ride the ferris wheel. So we stood in line waiting our turn to get into a cart. The line was long, so we waited a while, but it seemed to go by fast, the two of us joking around with each other. “You’re sure you can handle a ferris wheel? You couldn’t handle my boat driving,” I had asked him.

“As if. It just goes around in a circle, are you sure you can handle it?” he scoffed. “You’ve never even been on one.”

“Yeah, but I love rollercoasters and things so it should be fine. I hear the view is great too,” I informed him.

“There’s a difference between rollercoasters and a ferris wheel,” he explained. “On a rollercoaster, sure, you go up high, but then immediately go down super fast. That doesn’t happen on a ferris wheel. You go all the way up and around, then eventually stop all the way around the wheel, including the top.”

“I’ll be fine,” I waved him off, taking his hand as he helped me into the booth. I sat across from him, smiling and excited about the ride. It began slowly, as we were last to get on. The wheel turned in circles for a bit. I marveled at the view, pointing out dumb things to Rafayel, who smiled back. I really was fine, until we suddenly stopped. We slowly got to the top, where we stopped. “You okay?” Rafayel asked, taking my hand. I nodded, though I wasn’t. I didn’t realize quite how high up we were, he was right. Roller coasters are different. “Just focus on me,” he told me, suddenly getting closer. I did as he said, not daring to look away. I watched as the colorful lights from the ferris wheel reflected off of his face, lighting it up in the most artistic way. He smiled gently at me, which calmed me down. He really was beautiful. His features are soft under the neon lights, the sky getting dark behind him, his hand holding mine. He stared back, a new expression on his face that I couldn’t read. I was no longer thinking about how high up we were, but about the man sitting across from me. He was unreal. Met in the most random way, but quickly became a nice part of my life. A part of my life that’s been missing. I never really had friends, at least not for long. Relationships were a joke, only lasting for a single date, if that. Being with Rafayel was surprisingly easy. He was fun to be around and made me laugh. He made me feel like I was worth being around. Maybe even worth being loved. “Can I please kiss you?” Rafayel suddenly whispered, still staring at me, though his cheeks were tainted a bright red, spreading to his ears. I didn’t trust my voice, only nodding. He moved swiftly, smoothly, closing the distance between us and pressing his lips to mine. His hands gently cradling my face as he kissed me, gently as if he could break me. I didn’t know how to react, my hands just sat on the bench next to me, holding me up. I felt my face flush, looking away when Rafayel broke the kiss, interrupted by the abrupt start of the ferris wheel. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him, too embarrassed. He apparently took this as a sign of the opposite, giving me a quick “sorry”. I looked up at him, worried because he had gotten the wrong idea. Not caring about how red my face must have been, I shook my head. “No, please don’t be. It’s,” I sighed. “I’m just embarrassed,” I finally muttered.

“Embarrassed?” he tilted his head, questioning me. I nodded.

“Yes, Rafayel, embarrassed.”

“What for? You’re cute when you blush,” he told me with complete seriousness, which only made me blush harder and become more embarrassed. I covered my face with my hands and looked down at my feet again. “I’ve just kinda never kissed anyone- which is completely and utterly embarrassing considering I’m in my 20s,” I chuckled nervously. “I just got in my head a bit. I’m too awkward and it was probably not a good kiss on my part, I’m sorry. I just- it felt weird to just announce it to you, but it was nice. I mean-” I was interrupted by Rafayel giving me a peck.

“No need to be embarrassed, cutie. I don’t think there’s anything you could do to make me not want to kiss you again,” he admitted, smiling. “Just tell me if it’s too much, the last thing I want to do is overwhelm you.” I nodded.

“It wasn’t. I wanted to,” I confirmed.

“Good,” he smiled. He reached over to grab my hand, interlocking our fingers together, giving me a glance to make sure I was still okay. I was. The rest of the ride was quiet, the two of us just kinda waiting to get off. Though my mind, and heart, were racing. When we got off the ride, we grabbed our things and began to make our way back to the car, hand in hand. We were about half way there, when I suddenly stopped, letting go of Rafayel’s hand and going over to a stand. I frowned, looking down at the small pool of fish. “(y/n)?” Rafayel asked, catching up to me.

“They look so sad,” I frowned, nodding to the fish. He nodded in agreement. “I’m going to get one,” I decided, determined.

“What? Where are you going to put it?” he questioned. I shrugged.

“I’ll figure that out once I save one of these little guys.” I handed some money to the worker, who handed me a mesh net. I tried to get one of the fish, but failed miserably. So I handed more money to the worker and tried again, still failing. As I was about to pull out more money, Rafayel stopped me, handing some money to the worker and taking the net from me. “You have to do it like this,” he told me, easily scooping up a fish. My jaw dropped at how quickly and easily he was able to get the fish. The worker placed the fish in a plastic bag, making my heart break a bit. I was going to make sure this fish lived the best life it could, though I was sad I couldn’t take them all home. Rafayel grabbed my free hand and we walked to his car. I begged him to take me to the nearest pet store, wanting to get all of the necessities for our new pet.

When we got to the pet store, we immediately headed to the fish section, picking out a tank and all the necessities. Rafayel helped me pick out the decorations, telling me we had to be sure his home was a work of art. When we got to the register, he beat me to pay. “Rafayel!” I scolded him.

“What?” he asked, confused.

“Why did you pay for all of this? He’s practically your fish now,” I pouted.

“He can be both of our fish. I’ll take him on weekends or something,” he teased.

“Fine,” I agreed, smiling. When we got into the car, I was sure to show the fish where he’d be living now, showing him the tank and all of the decorations. I was excited when we arrived at my apartment, quickly dragging in Rafayel behind me so I could set up Reddie’s habitat. The two of us set up the tank together, Rafayel moving things around until he deemed it perfect. We acclimated Reddie to the water and eventually let him loose in his new home, the fish immediately swimming to hide. “Well, that about does it,” Rafayel said. “What did you think of the festival?”

“Everything I could have dreamed of, thank you for taking me,” I told him, smiling.

“I’m glad. Thank you for coming with me, I had a lot of fun. Get some sleep okay?” he smiled, heading for the door. I followed him nodding, “you too.” He was about to walk out the door before he suddenly turned and pulled me closer to him, kissing my cheek. “Bye!” he giggled, running away before I could say anything. I laughed at his antics, watching him quickly run down the stairs, almost falling before slowing down and making it to his car.

I finally got two days off of work and planned to do pretty much nothing but catch up on sleep and just generally relax. It felt like I had been nonstop working for months, my only break being the few dates I had gone on with Rafayel…and his seemingly non stop texts. The day started off great, I slept in until at least noon, definitely much needed. I got up to make myself some food, being absolutely starving, when the non stop buzzing of my phone began.

Rafayel: SOS

Rafayel: (y/nnnnnnn)

Rafayel: cutieeeeee

Rafayel: babyyyyyy

Rafayel: save meeeeee

Rafayel: I just got done with a class and the next is gonna start soon

Rafayel: I’m tired TT

Rafayel: omg and thomas is making me work more after by going to a meeting

Rafayel: I need my girlfriend to come save me TT

I rolled my eyes as I watched his messages appear, ignoring the pet names he was typing. I was honestly tempted to just ignore his messages and go back to sleep..but another, larger part of me wanted to have some fun. And Rafayel had given me a perfect opportunity to do just that.

Me: u have a girlfriend???

Me: wtf are u literally cheating on her???

Rafayel: WHAT NO I WOULD NEVER !!

Rafayel: IM NOT A CHEATER

Rafayel: cant believe youd think that…

Rafayel: i thought you were my gf…..

Rafayel: am i the only one feeling this way??...

Me: since when were we together? You never asked me to be your gf….

Rafayel didn’t answer my message, which worried me slightly. I was mostly just trying to mess with him, enjoying his panic. I waited for a few minutes, wondering if he had just gotten caught up in the class he was teaching. I eventually decided to message him, letting him know that I was mostly messing with him and he wasn’t the only one that was feeling that way. When he didn’t message back, I figured that must have been the case and there was nothing I could do, so I returned my focus to my stovetop, finishing my food and thinking about what to do next. I could always take a nice bath or something, but I also just really wanted to sleep still. I figured more sleep couldn’t hurt, so headed to my bed to do just that.

I wasn’t sure how long I had been asleep when I woke up to someone pounding on my door. Disoriented, I crawled out of bed, almost tripping on nothing, and headed to my door. As soon as I opened the door, a man brushed past me, entering my apartment. It took me a second to realize it was Rafayel, calming my anxiety about the sudden intruder. “Ugh took you long enough to open up, Thomas could come looking any second,” he complained.

“Hello to you too,” I muttered, closing my door. Rafayel took a seat on my couch, quickly getting comfortable and placing a bag on the coffee table. “I had to sneak out of my own studio to get here,” he stated.

“Wouldn’t it be better just to work?” I asked him, confused why he would come here.

“No. I have no inspiration and Thomas just doesn’t get that. He’ll probably notice I’m not in my studio in half an hour and then call me to yell at me,” he waved a hand dismissively. “I’m here because you’re right.”

“Sorry?”

“I never officially asked you to be my girlfriend,” he stated as if it was obvious. I blinked, staring at him. “You’re going to ask me to be your girlfriend not even 5 minutes after I just woke up, and while I’m standing here looking dead in some old pajamas?” I asked him. He nodded and stood.

“Sure am, doesn’t matter what time of day it is or what you’re wearing, you’re still pretty,” he rolled his eyes. He pulled out a smaller bag from the bag he had brought. It was a small white gift bag, the bag itself looked expensive. He took out a box and opened it in front of me, revealing a silver necklace with a small blue gem. It was gorgeous, classy, elegant…and probably the most expensive necklace I’d ever been that close to. “Will you be my girlfriend?” Rafayel asked simply. I barely heard him, still stunned by the situation and the necklace. It had to be pricey…why would he spend so much on something for– “Is it too much?” Rafayel interrupted my thoughts, worried.

“No,” I said quietly. “Well, maybe a bit,” I chuckled. “I don’t know, I’ve never done this.”

“Most girls like expensive jewelry and guys with money,” Rafayel began explaining his reasoning. “I came across this when I was shopping and thought it’d look really good on you. Do you not like it?” he looked at me, still worried.

“No! I mean, yes, I do like it. A lot actually. It’s just," I sighed. “Why would you spend so much on me?” I finished quietly.

“Because I want to,” he shrugged. “I want you to have everything you want and more.” I was silent for a moment, stunned by his words before smiling at him, getting flustered and looking away.

“Well are you going to put it on me?” I asked him, unsure what to say. His eyes lit up. “Does that mean you say yes?” he asked. I nodded, making him break into a smile. He took the necklace and came over to me, pushing my hair to the side so he could clasp it around my neck. It probably looked ridiculous, standing out against the old shirt and sweats I wore, but I didn’t care. I had never gotten something this special from someone. Something so meaningful. It could have been a 3$ necklace from the dollar store and I’d still cherish it. “Perfect,” Rafayel suddenly clapped his hands and then walked back over to the couch, sitting and beginning to pull out things from the bag he had brought. “I know you have the weekend off and were planning on relaxing, so I was wondering if I could join? I brought bath bombs, face masks, nail polish, movies, and snacks,” he spoke while taking things out of the bag, brows furrowed. I was impressed at the amount of things he had gotten.

“When did you have time to get all of this?” I questioned him, moving to sit next to him.

“Well, honestly most of this stuff I enjoy to. Don’t laugh,” he glared at me when I smiled at the news.

“I wasn’t laughing!” I defended myself. “I just thought it was nice. I think most guys would think all of that is too girly.”

“Well I don’t. The bath bombs not only make the water prettier, but they also make my skin nice. Same with the masks, I swear by these. It will completely transform you. The nail polish I just guessed with, same with the snacks, but I grabbed some before coming over. So what should we do first?” I didn’t get a chance to answer him, his phone suddenly ringing, making him freeze. I gave him a look, and he sighed, picking up the phone. I could hear Thomas on the other end giving him a mouthful about work, Rafayel rolling his eyes while he listened. “Yeah yeah it’ll get done, quit being such a worrywort. Oh no! The call is breaking up! He- oh- shi-” he pretended that the call had bad service, hanging up. “So, wanna order some pizza?” he asked, looking at me.

“Absolutely,” I laughed. Rafayel ordered some pizza, which was delivered surprisingly fast. We ate together, making conversation about what had happened last since we saw each other.

“So, did you bring bath bombs as a way to say you wanted to take a bath with me?” I teased Rafayel, his face erupting into a deep blush.

“I- what? No!” he denied, sputtering. I laughed at him.

“Oh really? Why else bring them?”

“For you! I figured you’d like them,” he argued.

“So you don’t want to take a bath with me?” I raised my brow.

“No. I mean not unless you want to, though I’m not sure you could handle all of this,” he teased back, getting over his embarrassment.

“Not much going on,” I pursed my lips. His jaw dropped.

“You promised! You said you didn’t see anything so how would you know?!” he spoke in disbelief. I laughed.

“I didn’t see anything, calm down. I’m just messing with you. Why don’t we skip the bath and go for face masks next?” I asked him. He pouted, still not believing me.

“Fine. You’re getting the mask that makes you look like an old man though,” he decided. I chuckled, nodding in agreement. I helped Rafayel put the face mask on, he was complaining the entire time about how he’d get it in his eyes if he put it on himself, so I did it for him to shut up. Then of course, he used the same excuse to put the mask on me. We sat on my couch and watched a movie with the masks on. Rafayel was pretty quick to scoot his way closer to me, eventually wrapping an arm around me. I froze, new to the contact. He apologized, moving his arm before I grabbed it and placed it back where it was. “Don’t. I’m just not used to it, doesn’t mean I didn’t like it,” I muttered, pouting. I saw Rafayel smile out of the corner of my eye.

“Aww, you’re so cute,” he baby-talked me, pinching my cheek. I rolled my eyes at him. “Just watch the movie.” I surprisingly didn’t last very long with the movie, even though I had slept practically all day. I fell asleep at some point during the movie, not even remembering to take my face mask off, moving into Rafayel’s arms.

When I woke up, I was once again confused. But this time, when my eyes opened I was met with blue. My walls were not blue…neither were any of my pillows…Then the blue suddenly moved and I realized it was not a wall or pillow, but a shirt. I looked up and saw Rafayel looking down at me. His arms were wrapped around me, holding me close to him on my couch. “Oh? You’re awake,” he stated, not moving. I moved slightly, releasing an arm from his hold and rubbing my eye.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize I’d fall asleep so quickly,” I apologized. “I didn’t think anyone could fall asleep so fast. 5 minutes in, your head was nodding onto my shoulder, before you basically passed out. I had to make sure you didn’t fall and take the face mask off,” he sighed.

“Sorry,” I apologized again, moving to try to sit back up. I was pulled back down by Rafayel, my head once again next to his chest. “You still seem tired, you should sleep more,” he instructed.

“Won’t your arm fall asleep?” I questioned. He shrugged. “Don’t care. Like having you in my arms,” he mumbled, pressing his lips to my head. I didn’t say anything else, unsure what to do. It was sort of embarrassing to me, but also kinda nice. I listened to his breathing as it began to slow, the man beginning to fall asleep, I joined him not long after.

The topic of going further never really came up with Rafayel, which I was thankful for. He basically knew I had no experience and was okay with taking some time. The thing is, I’m not exactly young…I may not have experience, but I am more than ready to. The opportunity never really arose. I got to a point where I decided I didn’t necessarily want, or cared, about waiting. But by the time I was at that point, it was weird for someone to not have experience. I didn’t really care about it, but at the same time, I didn’t want a one night stand to be my first. It would be hard to explain my nerves to a one night stand…not to mention embarrassing. I wanted to at least be comfortable with whoever ended up being my first. So that left me years of nothing really. All that to say, I’m really done waiting. Rafayel wasn’t seeming to get the hint, but I honestly expected it was because I was going about it too cautiously. So today, I decided I had had enough. I was about to take a bath, using one of the bath bombs Rafayel had left for me when he had asked me to be his girlfriend. I watched the color turn a light blue, swirls forming with the bubbles of the bath. I checked the temperature of the water before getting in, relaxing into the warmth. But that wasn’t the only purpose of this bath. I took a deep breath, unsure why I was so nervous. I am a full grown adult who can make her own decisions. I got into position, crossing my legs in the water and raising them so my knees and part of my thigh were exposed above the water. The colors from the bath bomb swirled around me, making the shot quite artsy if I do say so myself. After taking a few and finding one I liked, I did some quick editing, wanting the picture to look nice. It was meant for an artist after all.

Me: [attached one picture]

Me: finally got a chance to use that bath bomb…you were right, it’s so pretty!

Raffie: holy shit

Raffie: yeah it is….

Raffie: looks so pretty against your skin too

Me: o.o

Me: prob would look even prettier against yours

Raffie: definitely not

Me: wanna see some others?

Raffie: what

Me: [attached 2 photos]

Raffie: baby…

Me: do you not like them?

Raffie: i like them too much…you look like a goddess…you can’t just send stuff like this…

Me: oh, really?

Raffie: you’re gonna be the death of me

Me: you can come see for yourself…

Raffie: what

Raffie: are u serious?

Raffie: are u sure you want to?

Me: yes

Me: pls raffie…

Raffie: speeding over now

Me: don’t go too fast, i don’t want u to get in an accident!!

I bit my lip, out of both nerves and excitement. It all still felt a bit awkward, but I knew it was going to. I got out of the bath and changed into a cute pajama set I had bought. I felt like it fit me nicely, and also just straight up made me feel sexy. Rafayel was true to his word, knocking at my apartment door with record speed. I answered it, letting him in and he immediately grabbed my arms, looking at my eyes. “Are you sure about this? I don’t want you to feel pressured,” he said, seriously. I nodded.

“More than sure. I may be a bit nervous, but I want it more than anything,” I confirmed. He nodded, licking his lips. He looked messy, hair a bit out of place. He wore casual clothes again, sweatpants and a shirt. I noticed some stains on the pants and gathered he must have been working on something at the studio when I had messaged. I hoped I hadn’t interrupted and ruined his inspiration. I had no time to think, or even ask, as I was pulled into Rafayel, his hand guiding my face closer to his. He began slowly, though quickly deepening the kiss, almost impatiently. My hands hesitated, unsure what to do. He noticed, grabbing my hands and guiding them to rest on his chest. His hands moved quickly down my frame, lifting me by my thighs, causing me to wrap my arms around his neck. He smiled into the kiss, giggling like a schoolboy and running to my room. I held on tightly, laughing along with him.

When we got into my room, Rafayel sat down on my bed, holding me in his lap. He kissed me again, slower this time, as if savoring it. His hands trailed up, across my back and onto my hips. When he broke the kiss, he smiled at me. “Can I take this off? Or you want me to go first?” he asked. “Can you?” I asked him, growing more nervous. He nodded, beginning to pull off his shirt. He threw it somewhere onto my floor and laid back partly, hands holding him up, showing off his torso to me, a cocky smile on his face. I stared, unsure, watching the slight movement of his stomach moving with his breath. “You can feel if you want,” he smiled, tilting his head teasingly. I frowned. “Just however?” I mumbled. He nodded and grabbed one of my hands, gently moving it to rest on his chest, encouraging me. I spread my fingers out, feeling his chest, gaining courage to bring up my other hand to follow. I moved one down slightly, watching in awe as he let out a shudder, my nail brushing across his nipple. I did it again, more purposefully this time. “Fuck,” he breathed, chest heaving slightly. I bit back a smile, enjoying the red beginning to spread across his face. I moved my hands down slowly, feeling the curvature of his muscles, watching as they slightly twitched with my touch. I looked up to see Rafayel, head back and eyes closed. I moved slightly, making him gasp, head snapping up to look at me. I pushed him back, his head landing with a soft thud on my pillow. I moved down, sitting more on his thighs. “Can you…” I trailed off, unsure how to ask.

“You’re going to need to be a bit more specific than that, love,” he spoke. I took a breath. “Can you show me how to make you feel good?” I asked, unsure. He chuckled. “Hands or mouth?” he asked. “Rafayel!” I yelled, slapping him slightly.

“I’m just asking! No way to say it all pretty,” he defended himself. “I’m okay with either, or none. This is about you.”

“Your body says otherwise,” I informed him, aware of his hard on. “Hands for now,” I finally whispered.

“Wanna take them off or want me to?” he asked, shaking his hips and making me smile. “Think I got this,” I answered. I curled my fingers around the top of his pants, hands shaking slightly. I tugged, Rafayel moving slightly to help me. He sat up on his elbows to watch me, a curious glint in his eyes. And there he was, in all his glory. I wasn’t exactly sure how to react. I mean, it looked like a dick? “Nothing?” he asked.

“What?” I asked him, confused.

“No reaction,” he pouted.

“I mean I don’t really have anything to compare it to, not really. It’s nice,” I tried. “Seems good, I guess.” Rafayel burst into laughter.

“We should work on your dirty talk,” he chuckled. I frowned. “Let me try. Oh my god! Raffie it’s sooo big and long. Can’t wait to feel it,” I spoke, overexaggerating to the best of my ability as if I were a porn star. His face flushed, surprising me. “Wait, that actually works?”

“It’s just because it's you,” Rafayel argued. “Ah, well show me where to begin,” I said. He reached down, wrapping his hand around his cock. “I like it like this, just up and down. Maybe twist sometimes, just have fun with it,” he said. I nodded, taking it very seriously. I moved to replace his hand with mine, Rafayel moving his hand back, elbow resting on the bed. “Little tighter,” he instructed, I nodded, doing as he said. I hesitantly began to move my hand around him, still feeling out of place. Then, I heard a small gasp escape Rafayel’s lips. I took that and ran with it, wanting to hear more. I quickly figured out what would make him moan, and continued to do that. I watched him closely, every slight movement of his face, his hips, every sound he made. It was mesmerizing. “Slow- mmmg- you’re gonna need to slow down if you don’t want me to cum,” Rafayel warned me. I shrugged, wanting just that and continuing. Watching him cum from my own hand was something I could watch forever. I helped him through his release, then waited until he caught his breath. “Holy shit,” he breathed, making me giggle. “Your turn,” he suddenly said, flipping us over so he held himself above me. He captured my lips with his own, moving to kiss my neck and jaw. “Can I take this off now?” he asked, tugging the bottom of my shirt. I nodded, though I was a bit nervous. He pulled, lifting my shirt off of me. He bit his lip, staring at me. “Just as I thought, no bra and absolutely perfect,” he muttered, quickly cupping them in his hands. His finger brushed over my right nipple, making my gasp. He smiled, continuing to play with my breasts. My insecurities went out the window, only thinking about how good it felt. “Pretty sure I could cum just from this,” Rafayel admitted, swiping his tongue across my chest. “Another time for that though. I wanna make you feel even better. Can I?” he asked, looking into my eyes once again. I nodded, and moved to help him remove the shorts and underwear I was wearing. He said nothing, only staring at me. I squirmed under his gaze, worried. Was it not good enough? “See what it’s like when the other person says nothing?” he suddenly asked me, teasing me. I pouted, making him laugh. “Don’t worry princess, you’re beautiful, really,” he assured me, kissing me once again. “Do you wanna show me what you like?” he asked.

“I uh-”

“Don’t tell me you’ve never-”

“I have. I just don’t prefer using my fingers,” I admitted embarrassed.

“Oh?” he tilted his head. “Please tell me more,” he said, a wicked grin on his face.

“I usually use a vibe,” I muttered, looking away.

“Mmm, naughty girl,” Rafayel said, turning my face to look at him. “We should stick to what you’re comfortable with. Where do you keep it, hmm? Bedside table?” He questioned, opening a drawer and finding it immediately, making him chuckle. “Is it already charged?”

“Should be,” I admitted.

“This okay then?” he asked. I nodded. He distracted me with a kiss, not even realizing that his hand had moved to click the vibrator on, pushing it against me. I gasped into the kiss. Somehow it felt different when he was using it…when he had control of it. “There,” I told him, feeling the vibration against my clit. He suddenly turned the vibrator up, making me moan louder than I expected. He kept it like that for a while, making me close before he turned it down, making me whine. “Raffie,” I breathed.

“Sorry baby, it’s just so fun watching you,” he smiled, turning it up again. I was on the brink of an orgasm when it suddenly stopped, making me want to cry. I opened my mouth to yell at him, but he beat me to it. “Fuck, I think it just died,” he explained.

“Then do something else, please,” I begged him.

“Needy are we?” he teased. I nodded. “Do you care how?” he asked. I shook my head and he flashed another wicked smile at me, before disappearing from my gaze. I felt his hands on my thighs, breath fanning me. He sucked the skin on my thighs before pushing them open more and diving in. It was unlike anything I had experienced, and I had no idea anything could feel like this. His lavender hair tickled my stomach, nose bumping against my clit sharply. I instinctively grabbed his hair, a moan vibrating throughout my body as I did so. “Raf-” I breathed, warning him. His eyes flickered up to look at me, watching my every move as he dove in further. Seconds later, I was seeing stars, thighs pushing together as I heard Rafayel thanking me. I couldn’t move for a while, barely registering Rafayel moving to lay next to me, his hand caressing my face. “Hey there, you back with me?” he asked. I nodded.

“That was a lot,” I breathed, making him chuckle.

“Good though?” he asked. I nodded. “Oh yeah, you’re not done though are you?” I asked. His eyes widened.

“You want to continue?”

“Unless you don’t want to-”

“Nope, definitely do. I just don’t want to overwhelm you. You ready for more?” he asked. I nodded.

“Little scared, but I wanna feel you,” I admitted. He smiled. He moved, grabbing a condom and quickly putting it on. “Just relax then, I’ll take care of you. Let me know if it’s too much.” I nodded. He leaned down to kiss me again, breaking it to smile at me and grab my hand. He guided it to lay next to my head, his hand gently holding mine. “Ready?” he asked, I nodded. It was extremely uncomfortable at first, but I didn’t want to seem like a wimp. Rafayel seemed to notice and stopped, checking in on me as I was holding my breath. “Breathe baby, breathe.”

“I don’t know if I can,” I told him, squeezing my eyes shut.

“I promise you can, but if you’ve changed your mind and don’t want to do this anymore we can stop,” he assured me. I shook my head.

“No, just slow,” I told him. He nodded and slowed his pace. It felt like an eternity until he finally stopped moving. I opened my eyes and looked down, immediately in a weird tranced state, seeing he was completely in me. “Move,” I whispered. He did, slowly, I breathed, head moving to look back at Rafayel. He looked focused, restraining himself so he wouldn’t hurt me. Soon I was relaxed and comfortable, giving him the okay to do as he wished. Neither of us lasted very long, though neither of us minded. I was exhausted afterwards, refusing to move, so Rafayel did his best, wiping us down before getting in bed with me. I curled up into him, already falling asleep, the last thing I remember being Rafayel thanking me and kissing the top of my head.

#love and deepspace #rafayel #rafayel love and deepspace #love and deepspace fanfiction #rafayel x reader #lads x reader

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sumaneun-stars · 2 years ago

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'Escape : My Cold Heart'

Pairing. Nishimura riki x fem!reader

Genre. Childhood friends to lovers, fluff, angst

Warnings. None!

Synopsis. You thought you could be with Riki forever, until one day changed everything. Years later, his absence didn't stop you from witnessing your dream, although he promised he'd be there with you.

A/n: I thought of this after I found out there was a comet called Nishimura which was recently discovered omg TT. Anyways I hope you like it!<3

“Run!” you heard from a distance. “Faster!”

You ran along the fields of grass and the wall of mountains, under the blanket of stars above. You ran along the never ending path towards your one desire. So far but so close, the collection of dust and ice, running beside earth to find a place to land- a place to call… ‘home’.

“Times up!” your coach announced for the 4th time, the only time you heard.

Snap.

Your feet stopped. You looked down at the paved ground with painted, yellow lines. You lifted your heavy head up, to see the disappointing view of beige colored concrete walls around you, followed by students dressed in their P.E wear, including you.

You made your way to your previous position, having no improvement from the last time. You sighed, looking down at your worn out sport shoes, which were gold to you.

'Escape is what I need' you thought to yourself.

You heard the last bell ring, and went straight to your best friend, Heather. You took her by the hand, walking out of school with her. You stopped on the nearest pavement bench and sat her down.

"Heather, I need a favor," you said.

You would never be the one to ask for help. You would always fend for yourself, and laugh at the word, 'dependent'. There was not an ounce of mischief in your face- making Heather know that you said this with all seriousness.

"Tell me"

She trusted you, at all costs.

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

You walked down the busy streets of Tokyo, ears filled by the sounds of the honking of vehicles, the sweeping of leaves and the never ending talks of society. You wished you were in a movie. Where the main character would walk along the peaceful roads, admiring the beautiful red leaves falling from trees, which paved the way for him/ her. You sighed.

'Escape is what I need' you thought to yourself.

You took out the spare key in your pocket, opening the door.

"I'm home" you announced.

Your mother greeted you with a hug, and that's when you performed step 1.

"Mom" you looked up at her.

"Hm?"

"Heather invited me for a sleepover, can I go?"

With 15 minutes worth of interrogation, she finally allowed you.

You entered your small room, opening your cupboard and taking out a till. It had been five years since it was filled with a single penny, and now it was up to the brim. You took the hammer which you stole from your brother (it was lying around), and broke it open.

You gasped. You had never seen this much money in your life, ever. You spread it out, looking for the one.

There it was. The penny where it all started. There was a note taped on it, saying, 'I hope we get there, make it happen for us'. You softly smiled, reading the note which he wrote to you, five years ago, before he left.

You collected the money, emptying it into a polythene bag and putting it deep down into your backpack. You packed up all the necessary items for traveling, including the hopefully not expired snacks you kept hidden in your drawers.

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

You got out of the taxi, your backpack hanging on one shoulder. You looked up at the beautiful, huge house in front of you. It was almost three times bigger than yours.

"Have a great time, honey. Be careful when coming back home, I have work so can't pick you up" your mother said, closing the door of the car.

You watched as the vehicle slowly disappeared. You rang the bell, and soon saw the door open, with the familiar face smiling at you.

"Hey y/n!" She greeted you.

"Hey"

She smiled.

"Well-"

"Here you go" she handed over a larger than usual lunchbox, wrapped up in a checked cloth with spoons and chopsticks attached. You were about to hug her, but got interrupted by the weird material which you felt under the lunchbox. You turned it over, to see an envelope. You opened it, finding money inside.

You smiled lovingly, tears rolling down your cheeks as you stepped forward to hug her.

"Thank you, Heather. Thank you so much" you said, your voice muffled with all the sobbing. She hummed, patting your back.

She parted the hug, caressing your shoulders.

"Be safe, okay?" She said, giving you a sad smile. "Call me if anything's wrong"

"Hm" You replied, watching her step behind, closing her front door, mouthing a silent 'bye' with a wave.

You had calculated all the expenses carefully, leaving enough money to buy a seat in the 'third class - reserved' section.

You sat yourself down on an empty bench, sighing. You looked at your watch. '5 minutes more' you said to yourself.

You felt something brushing on your leg. You bent down, spotting a ginger colored cat with sparkling eyes, just like his. You carried it and placed it next to you. The cat meowed at you, rubbing its nose on your fingers which reached out at it. You smiled.

"I'll name you… Riki" you said softly, patting its head.

Soon enough, the train arrived. You took a deep breath as you got onto the carriage, and took your seat. You reached out to your pockets, taking out the penny. You caressed it with your thumb, smiling at the words written on it.

"Hello," the girl who was sitting next to you, said.

You smiled. "Hi"

"What's your name?" She asked.

"Y/n, yours?"

"Suki," she smiled brightly. "Where are you headed?"

(5 years ago)

"Hey y/n! C'mere!" He called you.

"What's up?" You asked him, sitting cross- legged beside him on the ground.

He took out an empty till, and placed it in front of you both.

"Let's collect. Let's start collecting so that, five years from now, on September 4th, we can come here and witness the comet, together" he said.

You smiled, and nodded in agreement.

He took out a penny from his pocket, along with a pen and a tiny notebook. He wrote something down, tore the page and pasted it on the penny. He refused to show you. So for five years, you didn't know what he had written.

"Show me!"

"Never!"

You started chasing him. You chased him along the same fields of grass and wall of mountains, the sounds of both of your laughter filling your ears.

He ran back to the till and inserted the coin.

"No!" You screamed, tripping on his foot and falling sideways on his stomach.

He groaned in pain.

You both started laughing uncontrollably in each other's hold, feeling warm- and safe.

You took a breath after laughing, moving yourself to rest on his stretched out arm. He turned, smiling at you. You looked into his eyes- but they looked somewhat… sad.

"What's wrong?" You asked.

He hummed. "I'll tell you later, when we get back home" he replied.

And so he did tell you once you got back home- that he was leaving. He refused to tell you why, but he promised that he'd make a better version of himself, for you. He didn't say when, but he'd come back.

(The present)

You felt a pat on your shoulder, making your head shoot up.

"Excuse me? Your stop is in about 15 minutes" Suki informed you.

"O- oh. Thank you" you smiled.

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

3.30 a.m.

30 minutes more.

You grabbed your backpack, an extra bottle of water, an extra jacket, your phone, and walked out of the tiny room which you rented for the night.

You walked along the empty road, with only a few street lights here and there which guided you. Your hands shivered, for the coldness of the deep night.

Your footsteps were the only sounds you could hear, along with your now pounding heart. You would be lying if you said you weren’t scared. The main characters in movies did it so easily, without an inch of fear in them.

You switched on the torch of your phone, because you were no longer on the streets. You were now far away from the place you stayed at, but you came this far for what? To turn back? Certainly not.

You spotted the small, rocky road to the fields of your childhood, and started following it.

Your feet stopped. Not because you reached the place, but because you could see the outline of a person- a rather tall person.

You took a step behind, but realized that there was no use- the person would've already known you were there, because you were the only source of artificial light. But why didn't he turn to look at you? Why was he looking up? Was he here to see the comet too?

You raised the torch to his face, feeling a hint of bravery. He turned to your direction, covering his face with his hand because of the light.

'Wait… could it be…?'

"R- Riki? You asked. "I- is that you?"

You moved the light from his face, and he moved his hand away. He smiled softly. You dropped your phone on the soft ground, your hands and legs now trembling.

Your legs moved faster than your brain.

‘What are you doing?’ you asked yourself as you ran towards him, on the very same field of grass.

Soon you were in his grasp, his warmth taking over your body as he wrapped his arms tightly around you. You buried your head in his chest, sobbing softly. He caressed your hair, whispering tiny shh's into your ear, in hopes of comforting you.

You didn't want to let go of him, afraid that he'd leave you, forever.

"Y/n…" he said.

You were shocked at his voice. He wasn't the kid he was before, he had grown, and you felt a sense of pride in that. You looked up at his moonlit face, sinking into his black hole eyes.

"Y/n, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not being there. I'm sorry for taking so long. But I've found a new me. A me that's ready to take care of you, and cherish you with all my heart. A me that will give you all the love you deserve and more. A me that would spend every cent on you- who would die for you, and kill for you" he spilled out.

"Y/n, please love me" he pleaded. He looked into your eyes so desperately, that even a stranger would say yes.

You smiled, nodding your head. Tears refused to stop rolling down your cheeks and you held him in your arms.

He brought his hands from your back to your jaws, holding them delicately. He pressed his soft lips on your forehead, your skin tingling at his touch.

You looked at him, admiring his every detail, until-

"Riki, look," you said, calmly.

You both looked up at the comet running past earth. It lightened up the whole sky with its vibrant colors. It was ethereal, beautiful, gorgeous- and every other synonym to describe heaven.

He lay himself down on the cold, wet grass, pulling you down with him. You rested your head on his stretched out arm, looking up at the sight above.

"It's beautiful," you whispered.

He hummed. "Like you,"

And just like that, he thawed your once cold heart again.

End.

#enhypen niki #niki #niki x reader #enha scenarios #enha x reader #enha imagines #enha fluff #enha #enhypen #enhypen drabbles #enhypen fluff #enhypen oneshots

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doiesfav · 2 years ago

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˚ପ⊹Love letters - Doyoung ||

Pairing: non idol! Doyoung x fem! Reader

Plot: y/n works in a bakery, but one day she starts to receive love letters which always included the same perfume called “February to April”

Genre: fluff, romance, non idol! AU, fictional, very very very short story

Contains: Cuss words, overthinking

A/n: this is way too short than intentioned LMAO [but one of the next stories is gonna be good and long ;)]

MASTERLIST

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(y/n’s pov)

The 4th letter

Dear y/n,

This is another letter for you again, these past weeks I realized how deep is my love towards you. Every time I’m near you I can feel my warmth, sweetness, and of course it soon became difficult for me to shut you out of my mind.

After every time we part ways, the wonderful memories always full my heart to not make me desire you even more.

The perfume I always give you are so special that by now you must have realized I create them myself. I just want to let you know that I love you and hope you this time I won’t be a coward and confess my love for you.

From dy.

I read all of it, it was weird, really weird. This is the fourth letter this month I could say that he looked sweet but at the same time I didn’t who it was so I also felt scared.

What if it was an stalker? And if it was someone I knew? But who is “dy”? Overthinking is something I do every time but it always end up the same, no answers.

Without realising I pulled an all nighter thinking about him “What if he shows up tomorrow?”

On my way to work i stared all the people around me, and when I was preparing the shop the first costumer came in.

“Good morning, one red velvet cake please” I recognized him, he was handsome, elegant, and well mannered. If I had a chance with that boy I would totally do.

But while preparing his order I just dazed and stared at him, he was looking around while playing with his finger. Fuck that was hot, until he said “So, did you receive the letter” while winking at me.

My jaws dropped hard and eyes wide opened towards him, I could not believe it, he was the man I dreamed of all this time. How could he fall in love with such an ordinary girl like me.

“Are you fucking crazy” it non intentionally slipped out of my mouth, I stepped back not knowing what to do “what if I get kidnapped by this guy” that thought crossed my mind and self reacted to the situation.

But he just giggled “My actual name is Doyoung, Kim Doyoung” and then grabbed my hand and smelled it “So you have been using my perfume, isn’t that amazing” I couldn’t move my body at all.

“Could you give me a chance? I swear I’m a good guy” My heart wanted it but my brain told me not to do it, it was like devil and angel on my shoulders.

“promise?” I finally gave in, what could go wrong anyway? “Promise” after those words doyoung hugged me as if it was the end of the world, so I hugged him back.

This hug felt eternal in a good way, it was like a puzzle piece, perfect to fit. We were a perfect fitting.

“Wanna go to the park after your shift?” He said sweetly, I nodded my head and got back to work. I saw him smile right after leaving waving at me.

Idk if this is good prob gonna remake it later TT

Thanks for reading~~!

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scoundrellyfeline · 2 months ago

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great homestuck rereading discussion T+19 (Mar 1)

first last next

SF 16:26 > i got a fun neʬ role for being too silly... so ill probably start li⩔eblogging here instead

SF 16:29 > (i also hit my tumblr limit for today because it is my sacred duty as a homestuck to celebrate march eridan... so i might blog here before being able to post the pre⩔ious one, ʬhich, ʬhile technically only three pages, looked at some stuff like the homestuck beta, the ʬayʬard ⩔agabond, going o⩔er the insane flash, and dinocomic)

SF 16:29 > tldr: i got wayyyyy too silly for my oʬn good :,<<

SF 16:34 > noʬ if i quirk ʬith ʬ or ⩔, its definitely on purpose

SF 16:36 > tho i dont r3ally -av33 th33 tim33 or pati3nc33 to us33 my full quirk ʬh3n liv3bloggin, so this ʬill probably b33 th33 only tim33 (or on33 of th33 only tim3s) that i fully us33 it to talk in this thr3ad

SF 16:37 > also my full quirk is a butt-ton harder for people to read ʬhen compared to my reduced ⩔ersion

SF 16:38 > it just makes me feel so happy ʬhene⩔er i use the cool characters as a replacement!!! it probably makes next to no sense to the a⩔erage person reading this, but i simply adore usin those characters!!!

SF 16:39 > :33

SF 17:57 > also a survey:

SF 19:09 > ok im going to start posting stuff here i think

SF 19:11 > ok the seisure clown is splitting and going up and down?

SF 19:11 > and now there are sphirographs above johns house?

SF 19:11 > wait the commands look different

SF 19:12 > [> BOY.]

SF 19:12 > yeah no thanks can we not listen to this bossy fella?

SF 19:13 > at least the seisure clown isnt inducing seisures anymore?

SF 19:14 > [For a moment you thought you heard someone say "BOY", as if whispered in the periphery of your awareness. It was probably just your imagination though.] ...is he becoming self aware? no? ok must be a fluke then. also whos talking then? is it the clown?

SF 19:14 > wait another S page.

SF 19:14 > hmmmmm

SF 19:43 >

youtube

SF 19:45 > blinking vacantly

SF 19:45 > more news!

SF 19:45 > also were finally getting back to rose

SF 19:46 > [TT: I've been watching you scramble through the house like a lunatic.] watching? i dont know if i should feel embarassed or creeped out

SF 19:47 > [TT: I've been reading reports in the news. Over the last few days, there have been many smaller meteor collisions with people's homes around the world. TT: And they seem to be getting bigger. Yours was the biggest they've identified so far.] well i suppose that answers about the meteors from earlier

SF 19:48 > [EB: wait, rose! one thing... TT: What? EB: you never even wished me a happy birthday! EB: um... hello? TT: I was working on something to send you, but I was running late with it. TT: I didn't want you to think I believed meager well wishes alone would suffice for the occasion. TT: That said, happy birthday, John. EB: haha, oh jeez, that is silly! EB: anyway, thanks!] :B <== johns face

SF 19:48 > that was nice of her to explain i think

SF 19:49 > wonder what it is

SF 19:49 > i really dont like the bossiness of this new narrator thingy guy

SF 19:50 > well were here now i suppose

SF 19:50 > wait newspost

SF 19:50 > let me read that rq

SF 19:50 >

SF 19:50 > amazing. supurb. who wouldve thunk it

SF 19:51 > i worry about how full the sylladex is

SF 19:52 > scrungly creatchure

SF 19:53 > at least it was a 1 to 1 grist ratio?

SF 19:54: id call him a wuss because of roses house, but of course, this kid doesnt have to routinely scramble across infantesimally small surface areas every time he wants to get around the house. and, at least for roses place, she doesnt have a blank void below her

SF 19:55 > cut him some slack! hes trying his best im fairly sure :<<

SF 19:55 > [BOY I SAID MAKE HASTE ON THE NARROW CATWALK!] i do not like this voice

SF 19:56 > [John is very nervous about the idea, and the strident tone of your commands is starting to make him a little upset!] uh, yeah. of course they are! if anything, im upset!

SF 19:57 > just looking at this makes me nervous

SF 19:57 > o7 harlequin figure, we barely knew ye

SF 19:58 > [==>==>][Just one ==> command will suffice. Thanks.] lol

SF 20:00 > ...yikes. so was fedorafreak nearby when it all went down? is this house a copy of johns old house and the real one is burning up from the meteorite??? idk anymore, yall. my brain hurts

SF 20:00 > [THESE BORING MEN ARE UNINTERESTING.]

SF 20:01 > he looks like hes pushing a button or something

SF 20:01 > [EB: since i got here i feel compelled to do these weird things i don't really want to do. EB: by some kind of voice that i can't really even hear. i don't know, it is hard to explain. TT: Perhaps the early symptoms of an anxiety disorder, like post-traumatic stress? EB: yeah, maybe. who knows!] quite the shrink we have on us

SF 20:02 > so will he do it???

SF 20:03 > [Now you're just being a pest.] this is true

SF 20:03 > shaking creature

SF 20:03 > quick! someone bring john inside before he catches a cold or something!

SF 20:04 > well im tired so thats all im going to do tonight

SF 23:42 > wait i just noticed that the time for all these statements is ??:??

SF 23:42 > thats a little odd

SF 23:42 > ill need to double check that pesterlog

#homestuck reread #SF homestuck reread #reread post 9 #meowmeowimacat #homestuck #Youtube

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lprww · 2 years ago

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╰┈➤ Project: Sights

— Sypnosis; ✎ Niki, a student at decelis academy, has a project to fulfil which consists of doing a collage with the photos he takes in the following week. The subject; sights he finds appealing and beautiful. What he didn’t know was that you were going to be apart of them.

— Pairing; Student N. Riki x Student Fem!reader

— Genre/warnings; Fluff, one sided crush, cursing, au, This story is mostly Riki’s pov.

— W.C.; 2k

— A/N; This is my first tumblr ff! Not going to lie it isn't my best, but I hope it's still readable TT. English is not my first language and I apologize if I did make any mistakes (it isn't proofread)! Anyways, enjoy reading ^^

It was now lunchtime, so I sat down in the cafeteria along with the rest of my friend group just like the usual. They were all chatting while I had my mind on something else while eating.

"what's on your mind Riki?" asked Heeseung.

I got back to reality as I felt a nudge from Sunoo.

"Oh, uhm it's nothing."

"Okay..." he eyed me suspiciously "anyways, what was I saying? Ah right, so..."

I returned to eating my food and zoning out at the thought of the girl.

Flashbacks (a few days earlier)

It was the last class of the day and I was sitting down with my bag occupying the place next to me in the back of the class. “I will now assign you a project to complete by next week.” said Mr. Hwang as he wrote in depth information on the chalkboard. “All of you, individually, will have to do a collage with multiple photos that you will take in the span of a week. It can be anything, so you all should get creative and find some nice looking subjects.”

My eyes sparkled at the thought of finally being able to showcase my skills in photography. I looked out the window while thinking of what I could take pictures of.

The bell rang and I got up walking towards the exit of the classroom. It was the end of the day, so I took my things and decided to go to the local park near my place.

While checking my phone, I took notice that this weekend was Mother's day and I decided to get something for my mom in advance which resulted in me going to the flower shop instead, picking out a bouquet, and taking pictures of the flowers for the school project.

Then you walked in.

The sound of the door opening farther away from where I was picked my interest and made me slightly turn my head around as a reflex to take a glimpse of the new customer.

You walked in gracefully with your hair plopping down your shoulders. They were a dark shade of red which matched very well your necklace that adorned your neck wonderfully. For some people you might've looked intimidating, but as soon as you entered the shop, the cashier instantly looked at you with a smile on their face. Then, you both engaged in a conversation which made you laugh here and there. I suppose you failed to notice how long I was looking at you, but how could I not when you were looking so magnificent?

'Hold up... I sound so down bad right now... I don't even know her...' I thought as I mentally slapped myself and looked back at the roses before me to snap a few pictures.

I got up from the crouching position I was in, and decided to head out the store to start organizing my collage at home. Of course not forgetting to pay for the bouquet. and staring at you quietly

+++

I arrived home with the flowers behind my back as I walked towards the kitchen to find my mom cooking food for diner. I tapped her shoulder and handed it to her which she thanked me for. I then went up the stairs to my room and let myself fall onto my bed and daydream of you while wiggling from side to side like a lost cause.

'Am I actually falling in love at first sight like in those kdramas?? No way.'

+++

I woke up to my alarm going off. I got ready to go to school and headed out.

I walked through the main doors of the building and then to my locker where I found Jungwon, one of my friends, waiting for me.

"Yah Riki, what's up?" he asked finding my unusual calm self odd.

"Nothing..." I replied confused by my own feelings.

Jungwon looked at me then closed his eyes and sighed.

"Yeah right... What is it now be honest."

My eyes shifted to his and quickly back to my things.

"I went to the flower shop close to my place yesterday..." I started.

"...And??"

"I saw this girl... I have no idea who she was though..." I continued on talking about the situation of yersterday for a bit and Jungwon just kept looking at me and nodding till realization hit him.

"Can you describe her physical appearances? I might have an idea on who you're talking about... " said the shorter friend.

"Uh... she has dark red hair that are quite long I guess? She also wore a red necklace that matched her hair..." I said confused on why my friend asked me what she looked like.

'Is he trying to tell me he used to like her or something...' I mentally told myself as I subconsciously stared blankly at the ground.

"Yep I know who that is... Actually-" Won said till I shushed him with my hand covering his mouth.

"No don't tell me you like her? Right?" I nervously said while glaring at him.

The guy chuckled and removed my hand from his mouth before speaking.

"No no. I don't like her that way don't worry. You're talking about y/n that popular girl." He stated as I looked away due to my false assumption.

"Popular girl?" I questioned putting back my attention to my friend.

"Yah, you really are clueless huh?" he said jokingly.

"Well sorry for not knowing everyone in school." I said as I rolled my eyes.

Jungwon continued to look at me with a wide smile on his face until I finally looked back at him puzzled.

"Why are you looking at me like that hyung…?"

"Oh Riki... Dear Riki..." he started, inching his face closer to mine.

He closed his eyes giggling then gave me a look of amusement.

"I think you might've fallen in love for the first time" he said smirking.

I gave him a disapproval look which made his smirk grow even more.

“Yep, you’ve definitely fell in love!” He confirmed, jumping around saying it out loud.

The students eyes were on us as I went forward grabbing Jungwon and shushing him.

“STOP. I don’t like her!” I said with a stern look.

“Riki, you do know that you’re currently proving my point right?”

Confused, I took his arm and brought him away from the crowd of people that were around us whispering to eachother.

‘Did I hear that right?’ ‘Riki likes y/n… poor him’ ‘I think he doesn’t know that y/n isn’t interested in dating for now…’ whispered the students to eachother. Fortunately, the two guys were already far away.

“What are you talking about??”

Jungwon eye smiled me and said;

“You’re in denial Riki”

+++

For the next few days, I tried concentrating on the project to finish it before the deadline. However, my mind kept thinking of other things that were irrelevant. You for example. I started to truly consider my friend’s word and seeing you again confused me even more proved Jungwon’s point.

Flashback

As I was walking in the corridor with my music blasting in my ears, I heard a familiar laugh that caught my attention yet again. It was yours. You were with your friends talking about who knows what. At that moment though, your eyes met mine. You smiled at me tenderly while I returned it and quickly spun around embarrassed.

Present

‘Was Jungwon right?’ I kept asking myself. ‘What should I do…’

+++

The time to turn in our projects came along with an announcement from Mr. Hwang.

“The best collage will be exposed on the cork board outside this class for the students to see by tomorrow.”

I kept mentally telling myself that it’d be nice to see mine there while I, like my usual daily routine, walked home.

+++

The next day, I found Jungwon at my locker yet again and decided to turn around and walk in the opposite direction to avoid getting bugged about my ‘first love’.

As I did so, my friend instantly ran up to me and announced something unexpected.

“YAH NISHIMURA RIKI! NICE WORK THAT COLLAGE IS AMAZING!!” He said which which made me gasp.

“Wait… I got chosen??” I questioned as I felt happiness take over me.

“YEP! You should definitely go check it”

I smiled, curious of what it looks like and what others think about it.

Speeding through the groups of students that occupied the hallway, I finally arrived at the board to see my project on it. A sigh of relief escaped my lips before quickly changing to a wide smile as I small jumped around, cheering myself.

“Excuse me?” Said a girl behind me.

“Yes? Do you need something?” I replied not turning around.

“Are you the person that made that?” She asked.

I looked behind me with a smile plastered on my face and my eyes closed and affirmed that it was infact mine.

“Ooh! It’s very beautiful, I love flowers!” Said the student. “I’m y/n!”

“I’m Riki, nice to meet yo-” I chocked on my saliva as I opened my eyes and saw you.

‘Holy shit-’ was the only thing that came to my mind before Jungwon grabbed my arm and smiled at the girl infront of us.

“Hi y/n!” He said smiling warmly.

She smiled back.

“Jungwon, hello!”

I side eyed him so he could notice. Which he did, but that was his plan. To make me jealous and accept my feelings. And of course it didn’t work

It did

“Hey y/n we’ll be back alright, I have to ask something to Won real quick.”

She nodded

“Okay, take your time!”

We left and went a bit further away then I stopped in my track.

“Jungwon, no.” I said furrowing my brows.

He laughed and showed his dimples.

“Just accept your feelings Niki! It’s not that hard”

“Mhm… yeah whatever” I mumbled.

“Huh? What’d you say?”

“Okay… maybe I DO have feelings for y/n.”

I looked down as I could feel myself heating up.

“WOOO finally!!” He said taking me in a side hug. “See? Wasn’t so hard, yeah?”

“If you say so…”

+++

‘I tried multiple times to get closer to you but I have a feeling that you don’t think the same way of me. We did get closer but I feel like what I feel towards you only worsen considering that you probably won’t feel the same way if I do end up telling you the truth. Maybe this is only a crush and I’ll eventually fall out of love. We’ll have to wait and see. If we should be together, I believe fate will make us meet again one day.’

This was all I wrote before giving up on you, or at least for now, since I had to move back to Japan due to the worsening health of my grandma.

Time skip 5 years later

Finally back in the city of Seoul, I entered my new work place and went to the boss's office to have a talk with him before officially being a worker here. In Japan, I had continued my passion for photography and became even better which influenced my career path decision. I opened the door after knocking to see a man standing up Infront of a desk and another woman who was facing the opposite direction. The head of the company then looked at me and smiled.

"He's here" he said.

"Welcome new worker!" said the woman.

As I switched from looking at the boss to the other female worker, my mouth went agape and so did the woman's.

"Oh! You're Riki right? From school" she questioned still smiling warmly.

'She remembers me…' I mentally told myself.

"Ah! Yes that's me, y/n right?" I replied trying to sound as natural as possible.

"Yep! Glad to see you again" she said.

"Same goes to you"

Looks like we’re back to square one huh? I guess fate really do exists…

THE END

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lgcmedia · 2 years ago

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I couldn't go to the Spring Boys concert the other day ( so sad ) but I decided to fill the hole in my heart by watching all of the fancams of my favorite trainees online. When I was watching Noeul's I noticed something when I got to the end while they were doing the closing part of the concert... :( I don't know what happened but he looked like he crumpled a bit and kept turning around to hide his face. He mentioned in his post he didn't tear up but that's probably what happened!

Anyway, I felt so bad but suddenly Seojin ran over and wrapped an arm around him. I guess to offer him some comfort or something. When I looked at his fancam, too, he stood there looking really concerned until he finally went over, even if it meant moving from his spot.

They seem like they're really close, too. Noeul even hugged him back! I barely saw them interact during the variety show. I really feel like we were robbed from seeing their dynamic. They both have such unique personalities. Seojin is really clever and Noeul is too mischievous. I think it would be a riot to see them bantering.

[ + / - ] I was there right in front of him. It looked like Noeul started crying or something. Anyway, doesn't this read performative to you? I don't buy it at all. -_-

[ + / - ] the way seojin rushed over seems off to me. does he not have enough fans of his own so he's trying to show noeul's he's such a 'good guy' to try to win us over? lol

[ + / - ] Tbh it's a really cute interaction... TT I love seeing the dynamic between the trainees and they've probably known each other for a long time. Please look after each other!!

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0mysticjungle0 · 2 years ago

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Thank you for the kind words about my own retrospective journey as a BBRae Shipper. I'm not sure if you were on BBRae Shrine Forum that I mentioned at the same time, but if you were, we're still active. XD Anyway, apologies for not reblogging your reblog but this feels like a cleaner way of responding to your comments. I've also added some extra content to the post since you look at it, spelling and grammar corrections, expanding a few sections to better represent my points. Just general improvements overall.

TTG! like I said was never really my cup of tea, but I've come to accept its place on the airwaves. Like I said, I can't be mad at a show that is so very clearly at peace with what it is. And obviously, it has found an audience beyond me. Like Beast Boy in the finale, one must inevitably accept change. It is what it is. But I can't deny, making BBRae canon with the original cast, even on a silly show such as that... does feel good.

Well, all the same, in less than a week Beast Boy and Raven will be back in my life in a new series where they're apparently taking center stage. So really, I can't complain in any case, we've all gotten what we wanted. We won, friend... we all won. Thank you for sharing a bit in my look back at my own journey and I hope to see you around the Tumblrs... I mean we're kinda stuck here considering the state of Twitter. But I digress.

You're very welcome. I thank you for making me feel a little less alone. I don't think I remember being in that forum through. Two years ago I was in a very active TT group which was real fun and had I people to talk about this stuff with, but admin shut down the group out of the blue.

I'm a little out of touch with the comics so I finally got what the whole hype for Titans Academy is for.

Right now, I'm just getting over the Titans finale. I know they weren't romantically linked in this media (although the recent "Heroes in Love" featurette video might suggest something), they were absolutely adorable and soulmates in every way.

It certainly has been gratifying seeing this ship in every version of themselves. We win some, we lose some. And sometimes even "losing" feels like winning in this ship.

So, here's to hoping I'm still reading BBRae fics on my deathbed.

#gif stolen from #not-so-mundane-after-all #bbrae

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dirk-rider · 2 years ago

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TT: I’m here.

TT: I knocked for like five minutes and you still didn’t come to the door goddamn.

TT: Are you taking a massive shit or something?

TT: I bet you’re on the toilet going “Aw damn Dirk’s coming over and my toilet smells like a horse’s asshole right now”.

TT: That’s totally what you’re saying to yourself.

GT: Sorry im on my way to the door right now!

GT: I was just putting dinner in the oven my apologies!

TT: Dude it’s 13:00 why are you making dinner already. You probably just finished eating lunch.

GT: Well yes but im making ham! You cant undercook ham or youll feel ill and have to go home early and i dont want you leaving so soon!

TT: I don’t particularly mind being sick. I’ll just vomit all over your grandpa’s fuckin’ bearskins.

As Dirk sent his message, the door swung open in front of him and he was quickly pulled into a tight hug.

“Dirk, it’s so good to see your face! I’m so glad you could make it this early!” Jake said, giving Dirk a rough pat on the back.

Dirk coughed a bit into Jake’s neck at the force before replying “Yeah man, you said this series was long as hell. Figured we should start early.”

Jake let go of Dirk and stepped back. “Yes it is! Downton Abbey is quite a cinematic marvel, it’s a wonder it went on as long as it did!” He gestured towards the door. “After you!”

So Dirk stepped inside and looked around, still not entirely used to the… odd decor Mr. Harley used. He didn’t particularly dwell on it, though - the kitchen was already wafting out scents that made Dirk feel hungry. He felt his stomach rumble and put an arm around it reflexively, blushing a bit at the noise.

“Didn’t eat lunch again?” he heard from behind him, and spun around quickly to face Jake.

“Um,” was all he managed to reply. Of course he hadn’t eaten lunch, who has time to eat lunch? He was a busy guy and he didn’t need food, anyway. His mind had been occupied with other, more important things, like researching the best way to use a hydraulic system in a partially animated stuffed animal, as any normal guy would.

“It’s alright, I figured as much,” Jake chuckled. “I set out some snacks for you in the living room.”

“Uh thanks man. You didn’t have to do that, though,” Dirk tried saying, before his stomach let out another sharp growl. He grimaced. “Fine, I’ll eat something.”

Jake smiled. “Sweet! Well then, go make yourself comfortable! Just wait one moment for me to finish what I’m doing, and I’ll be right on out to join you!”

Dirk nodded. “Alright, see you in a minute.”

He made his way down the hallway until he found the living room, and was admittedly quite grateful for the sheer mount of snacks Jake had piled up.

He flopped down on the couch and grabbed the remote, quietly mumbling to himself as he turned the television on and started flicking through streaming services looking for whatever the fuck Jake wanted to watch. Some show about British people, that’s about all he knew.

Eventually he got to Jake’s watchlist and began scrolling down, looking for anything vaguely British looking. Jake was the only person he knew who actually used the watchlist feature, but hey, someone had to.

As he was scrolling he reached down and grabbed a handful of potato chips from one of the bowls Jake had laid out, leaning forward a bit as he shoved them into his mouth. He was really quite hungry, no matter how much he denied it. And he’d do pretty much anything to make the embarrassing noises from his midsection go away before Jake got back.

Finally he found the show and squinted his eyes to read the description.

“This historical drama follows the lives of the Crawley family and their servants in the family's Edwardian country house.”

Goddamn this sounded boring already.

Oh well, Jake seemed pretty excited to show this to Dirk, so he figured it’d only be nice of him to bear through it.

Especially since there was food.

He blushed a bit again but didn’t stop shoving chips into his mouth, only hoping he could eat enough before Jake got back so he didn’t have to embarrass himself.

After about five minutes, Jake came waltzing into the room and plopped himself down on the seat next to Dirk. He smiled when he looked at the television.

“Oh, good, you found it already!” he exclaimed, clapping his hands a bit. “You’ll love it, I just know it! Maybe in a sort of ironic fashion, but love it nonetheless!”

Dirk snorted. “What do you mean I’d enjoy it ‘ironically’? This shit looks so fucking real. Real as shit,” he said sarcastically. “Seriously though, I’m already asking myself why you’re so into this. Is it really that exciting?”

Jake grinned wider. “Oh, heavens no! It’s the most boring shit I have ever seen!”

Dirk sighed, then laughed a bit as he said, “Well turn it on already, I’m so damn excited you don’t even know.”

So Jake did just that, and Dirk leaned back a bit as the show began. And yep, it was pretty much as good as he expected.

As they watched, Dirk would make occasional comments and jabs at the characters, and soon he became so preoccupied with this that he hardly noticed how much he was eating. He only really went quiet when his hand reached the bottom of the bowl.

“Is everything alright?” Jake asked, looking to face Dirk.

Dirk quickly looked away before replying, “Uh yeah, sorry. I just, uh, finished that entire thing. Heh.” And lord, had he really?? Admitting that was almost… arousing.

No, it was definitely arousing, and Dirk knew it.

“Oh, that’s alright!” Jake replied. “There’s more, you know! One more bowl of chips and a box of cookies, all storebought but still quite good!”

“Uhh yeah. Thanks, man.” Dirk flushed a bit. God, he really wanted to eat all of that.

Really, the only thing stopping him was that he felt Jake had started catching onto what he was doing.

See, Dirk had began playing this little game with himself. He’d known since he was young that something about food was incredibly arousing to him, and when he realized how oblivious Jake tended to be, he began challenging himself to eat as much as he could on their dates. It made him incredibly flustered, but also incredibly aroused. Knowing he was doing something he would regularly get off to, right in front of his oblivious boyfriend, was like some sick kind of foreplay to him.

Recently, though, he got the feeling Jake was catching on. He’d ask questions, like “how much are you planning on eating today?” And he’d offer him more and more food, and he was just acting… different. So Dirk decided he had to cut back around Jake, at least for the time being.

At the same time, though, he didn’t want to be rude and just ignore all this that Jake had set out for him…

He grabbed a handful of popcorn and shoved that into his mouth, too.

About five episodes in Dirk had gone through another bowl of chips, a bowl of popcorn, and an entire box of cookies. Jake had also gotten up momentarily to “check on the food”, and had come back with an orange soda, which Dirk had downed as well.

His stomach was already gurgling quietly, but after so many months of regular sessions similar to this, he knew he could still get more food in there if he wanted.

He noticed Jake occasionally looking over at his stomach, but he never said anything, so neither did Dirk. Instead, he would fill space where they should be talking with admittedly less and less ironic rambles pertaining to the characters.

As he was cursing out a character named Matthew for not making any moves towards a girl named Mary (holding quite a few parallels to how he used to feel towards Jake, though he’d never admit it), he heard a bell ding.

“Oh, dinners almost ready! Alright, Dirk, I’ll be back in a jiffy to grab you!” Jake exclaimed, getting up.

Dirk looked up at him. “Man alright, take your time.”

“Will do! Should be about ten, fifteen minutes, give or take,” Jake said, flipping the light switch on. “I’ll see you then!” And he was gone.

Now that Dirk was alone on the couch, he felt safe pulling his shirt up a bit and admiring his stomach. It was shaping out nicely around his jeans, and he had a slight bloated muffin top, but he exercised enough that he still had a nice set of abs beneath it.

He pulled out his phone to take a quick picture, then went to scroll through his social media feeds while he waited for Jake to come back. As he was scrolling, he rested his free hand on his stomach and rubbed small circles around it, knowing this would ease the bloating at least a bit and make it easier for him to eat dinner without looking exceedingly stuffed. He patted his stomach and forced out a short belch to clear out some more space that was filled with gas bubbles from the soda he’d downed, and sighed.

God, he wished he could absolutely fill himself to the brim with good food, but he knew he couldn’t, not without fear of Jake calling him out. So instead he just continued on readying himself for the next meal and tried to distract his mind through reading mindless drivel.

Eventually, he heard his name, and looked up to see Jake standing over him. He quickly pulled his shirt down, hoping to look casual while doing so.

“Dinners ready!” Jake smiled down at him. “And I hope you’re hungry, because I made a lot!”

Dirks face reddened and he hoped to god that Jake didn’t notice as he replied, “Alright, I’m coming.”

“Swell!”

So the two walked down to the dining room, Jake leading the way.

When they got there, Jake pulled out one of the many seats for Dirk before heading to sit on the opposing end. The table was one meant for large gatherings, so the two sitting across from each other without anyone there made for a slight dissonance, but Jake seemed used to it by now. He’d already placed dinner on the table, too - half of a glazed ham sat in between the two, alongside a large bowl of assorted fruits (most of which Dirk couldn’t even name), and a few toasted bread buns.

“I hope you like it!” Jake smiled, resting his hands underneath his chin.

“Wow, man, this is… this looks so good. This smells so good. …You’re really spoiling me, huh?” Dirk chuckled lightly, and Jake looked very pleased with himself.

“Of course I am! I am your boyfriend, after all!” Jake smiled back at him. But there was a slight malicious undertone that Dirk wasn’t sure he was imagining.

To distract himself, he cut out a chunk of the meat and laid it on his plate. And as he took a bite, his eyes widened.

Dear lord if this wasn’t the best thing he’d tasted in a while.

He quickly cut out another bit and shoved it into his mouth, too, and then another, and another. And this time, he wasn’t even intentionally doing this to get off - it was genuinely amazing food.

As he was reaching for more of the ham, Jake’s voice came from across the table.

“Make sure to get some of the other things I’ve set out as well! I didn’t put all of this work in for nothing!”

Dirk nodded and took an admittedly large portion of the fruit plate (much larger than he’d intended, it was a really big spoon) and one of the bread rolls.

“Sorry I didn’t have too much variety in this meal, by the way! I figured you’d be more comfortable with something I know you like, so I really only set out things we’ve previously discussed.”

“Are you kidding? This shit slaps, man! You’re fucking fantastic!” Dirk replied, looking up and across at Jake. And he really meant it. Despite how he felt in situations like this, the sexiness factor was currently almost entirely replaced by admiration. It meant a lot more than he could ever put into words.

“Oh thank you, haha! I just wanted to make sure you could get good and full!” Jake replied.

Shit now the sexiness factor was back.

Dirk blushed a bit but said nothing, instead just going back to his own plate of food.

As the two ate they chatted about the series they’d been watching moments earlier, Jake going on a bit of a monologue quite a few times as he explained how “the narrative really almost plays second fiddle to just how much they put into this camerawork!” and stuff like that. And Dirk didn’t mind, honestly he was just relieved he didn’t have to say too much, as his stomach began filling out more and he couldn’t focus on too much else.

The pressure in his gut was becoming a lot if he was honest, and he was trying desperately to not find arousal in this, not now. He had to stop soon, he told himself, before his feelings made themselves known.

So Dirk put his utensils down and leaned back in his seat, hoping to say without words that he was done.

Jake noticed, though, and quickly interrupted his own ramblings.

“Aww, come on, Dirk! I’m sure you can fit just a little more food in that stomach of yours!” he exclaimed.

Shit if that sentence wasn’t enough to pop a boner.

“Sorry man, I’m stuffed,” Dirk replied, closing his eyes for a moment.

Next thing he knew, though, Jake was at his side, putting another few slices of meat on Dirk’s plate, alongside two more bread rolls.

“I bet you can at least eat this much,” he said. “I made all of this for you, you know! Would be a waste if someone didn’t eat it!”

Dirk opened one eye to look up at him.

“Can’t you just leave it for leftovers?” he mumbled, furrowing his brow and hoping to god Jake didn’t look down at Dirk’s pants.

Jake chuckled a bit. “Well of course I’ll leave some for a later date! But it’s still best fresh out of the oven, you know?” He patted Dirk on the shoulder. “So eat up!”

Dirk groaned slightly. If Jake would stop saying hot shit he might be a little more agreeable, but he knew he’d just keep pestering him until he finished what was on his plate, so he picked up one of the rolls and brought it to his mouth. Jake seemed pleased by this and went back to his side of the table.

As Dirk continued eating, he looked over at Jake. “Why don’t you have more? You’re real insistent on getting me all good and stuffed like a thanksgiving turkey, but you’ve hardly eaten half of what I have.” He forced a laugh to hopefully sound more playful.

Jake smiled smugly. “Dirk, you have a stomach of steel! I don’t think anyone could fit nearly as much in there as you can!”

Dirk let that run through his mind. He couldn’t find any counterarguments, so he just continued plowing on. The pressure in his stomach only became more and more noticeable, though, and with it so did the pressure in his pants. A few times as he was eating he had to stop to let rumbling belches into his fist, which only really made the problem in his pants worse. And then Jake would give his own plaudits on each one, which really cemented it all.

After what felt like forever, Dirk’s plate was finally empty, and he sighed as he slouched forward to put his head in his hands.

“Okay, man, I’mmrrUurp - fuck, sorry. I’m done.”

Jake grinned as the eructation forced itself past Dirk’s unwilling lips, and Dirk’s face heated.

“Oh, goodie! And look at you, too, all nice and filled up. You did extraordinarily, I’d say!” Jake told him, getting up from his seat and taking his diningware in one hand. “Oh, dear, apologies - could you slide that over to me?” he then asked, nodding towards Dirk’s plate, and Dirk nodded back as verification.

When he tried to get up, though, he realized his stomach was much heavier than he had previously thought. His brow furrowed, and he huffed as he got up to hand the plate to Jake. The table was wide enough that he couldn’t really reach Jake’s not-so-outstretched hand, so he had to lean forward. And leaning forward had the side effect of making sure the edge of the table cut directly into Dirk’s distended gut, forcing out a lengthy belch.

“bwoooOOAAaaaarrrphhh!!”

Dirk’s eyes shot open behind his shades, and he clamped the hand not holding himself upright over his mouth. Sick fuck that he was, of course he enjoyed the feeling.

“Oh, wow, Dirk, that one carried some absolute heft! I didn’t think you’d have room in your stomach to even hold that after such a dense meal. Nice work, bro!” Jake took Dirk’s plate from his outstretched hand and began walking back to the kitchen.

“Be a dear and go turn the telly back on?”

Dirk once again nodded, unwilling to open his mouth until he was alone once more. Jake was fucking with him, he just had to be fucking with him, there was no way he wasn’t fucking with him.

As Dirk made his way back to the living room, he found his second trip there much slower than the first due to the weight he held internally. He used this time to mull over whether Jake was finally certain one hundred percent in Dirk’s kinks. The way he complimented him wasn’t too far off from how it was when Dirk had first started, true. But it also felt as though Jake was now indulging Dirk, trying to get him to a point that he couldn’t deny his interest if his life depended on it. He was cooking larger and larger meals, feeding Dirk more and more, and now he was becoming pretty damn insistent, too.

When Dirk entered the living room, he took a precautionary step and took a blanket out of the basket (of course the English-Harleys had a blanket basket) to hopefully cover his arousal.

After he plopped down on the couch, he placed it atop himself in a way he hoped looked casual, as though he was totally not hiding anything at all. Because what was there to hide. Nothing, that’s what. Or, that’s what he told himself, at the very least.

He used one hand to hit the “on” button of the remote as his other hand ran through his hair, and he allowed himself a shaky breath out. He had to go full on denial mode, not allow his thoughts even a taste of arousal.

To do so, he went back to scrolling through his previous mindless online drivel, and it worked for the most part. His gut was still gurgling, and the sounds would pry his focus away from his distractions. But only for a few seconds, before he’d remind himself that now was most certainly not the time, not if he wanted to keep up the charade.

By the time Jake joined Dirk, Dirk had managed to get the majority of his blood back where it belonged. He looked up at Jake.

“Back so soon?”

“I told you I’d be no more than two shakes of a lamb’s tail!”

As he said this, Jake gave Dirk another pat on the back, which forced out a bit more gas than Dirk would have liked.

“Oopsadaisies, I nearly managed to forget your overburdened state. My bad, heheh.”

The tone he used, though, made it quite clear he had not forgotten. Not in the slightest.

“Well. Make yourself comfortable, I’m ready to continue where we left off if you are.”

“Right-o!”

So Dirk hit the play button and the two quickly got back into the swing of things, Jake pausing every so often to go on rants and rambles, restating his own marvelings, and Dirk swinging right back with his own disses.

At some point while the two were talking, Jake had managed to wiggle his way beneath the blanket as well, scooting a bit closer to Dirk as he did so. Dirk would have commented on this move, but he didn’t want to risk having anything thrown back at him, any questions asked about the reason for the cover in the first place, so he instead continued his speech.

“So. We can agree that there’s an absurd contrast between the A plot and the B plot, right? Like… they’re expecting us to take a flower show as seriously as a real, honest to god murder coverup. What the fuck.”

“There’s also feminism!” Jake added.

Dirk laughed at this, and the exhalation allowed another small burp to follow. “‘Scuse me, goddamn-“

As he excused himself, Jake placed his rough hand against Dirk’s abdomen, only for Dirk to reflexively grab it.

“What are you do-oouurp- what are you doing??”

Jake put on an apologetic face, but there was a smile threatening to break out from beneath it.

“What, can a guy not give his good pal a much-needed tummy rub?” he asked, fluttering his lashes. “Your eructations are becoming interruptions, I figured I’d try to get things settled so we could enjoy the show-!”

“The only show you’re enjoying right now is taking place inside my abdomen, English,” Dirk interrupted before he could think through his own word choice. He let go of Jake’s hand, though, and allowed it to fall back atop his distended middle.

Jake fell silent for a moment, before he began softly moving his hand against Dirk’s warm flesh.

“…I’m only enjoying it because you seem so enamored by your own gluttony, my good man.”

Dirk nearly choked on his own tongue.

He wasn’t sure what to say to that. He felt his face return to the bright red he was becoming used to tonight, but kept his mouth clamped shut.

“Not that that’s a bad thing, mind you! Really, I find your games quite charming.” Jake hit pause on the television.

“But you didn’t seriously think you were hiding it, did you?”

Jake’s ocular attention was now entirely directed towards Dirk’s face, and he looked away, unable to face the guy.

“Hiding what?” he asked, strained. Dirk suddenly felt the need to take a drink, his throat absolutely parched by nerves.

Jake’s expression turned thoughtful for a moment before he began once more.

“Your arousal, I suppose. That’s how this all appears to me, anyway,” he chuckled. Then he leaned in towards Dirk’s ear, as though he were readying himself to tell a secret.

Instead of a secret, though, Dirk’s senses were flooded with the sound of one of Jake’s own gaseous outbursts.

“There’s no use in denying it, Dirk. I see the way your fists are clenched, your breaths labored. I can feel your heart beating against my hand. You are loving this, Dirk.”

He leaned back a bit and thumped on his chest once more, then followed with another low belch. As he let it out he grabbed Dirk’s hand and guided it lower, then lower still, before he took the blanket off of the both of them and was met with a rather unsightly bulge on Dirk’s end.

“Peekaboo! Would you look at that, Dirk, hardened by eructations. Be they yours or mine, you enjoy the sound regardless.” He let go of Dirk’s hand and palmed around Dirk’s crotch, humming a bit.

“Oh, look at what I’ve done to you, Dirk. You’re bloated beyond belief and still have the capacities to get hard. You only have so much energy, and right now it all seems centered in one area.”

Dirk grunted at the touch but said nothing.

“Dirk, were you ever going to tell me how you felt about all this? Or did you enjoy the thrill of voyeurism too much? Has this all been a part of some sick ritual I’ve been forced to help indulge?”

“…When did you figure me out.”

That was all Dirk could really muster at this point. He’d been stripped down to his barest desires, exposed for the pervert he was, and it was driving him wild.

“Ohh, hmm, what a toughie… let’s see here.” Jake made a big display out of counting his fingers, and Dirk’s brow only furrowed further as he did so. Eventually Jake looked back up and grinned at Dirk.

“Well, I guess I’ve had an inkling for quite some time by now. I can’t quite pinpoint when I became certain, but the evidence just kept piling up until it became hard to say that you WEREN’T getting off to this, haha!”

Dirk groaned.

“Fuck, Jake, I’m. I should have told you. I guess it is pretty fucked up of me to get all hot and bothered, work towards my own pleasure, and not clue you into that fact. I just- you’re- you kept making it so easy, so hot, and-“

Jake cut Dirk off with a peck on the lips.

“Oh, hush, you,” he giggled, “I find the whole thing rather endearing.”

Dirk finally met Jake’s eyes. “Real- really, now..? You aren’t just saying that, rrrooUuurph… ngh, fuuuck.”

As he spoke, Jake hit a rather tight spot in Dirk’s gut and forced out another small belch.

“If I minded so, I wouldn’t be so eager to indulge you, now would I? I wouldn’t be making such meals, caressing your bloatation, allowing your crass noises to continue, now would I?”

Dirk sighed shakily.

“I- I guess not, no. Probably not.”

Jake grinned and began unzipping Dirk’s jeans.

“So why don’t we do something about this?”

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struggle-but-its-all-ocean-floor · 2 years ago

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Regarding your last post, I thought the same while watching the behind the scenes of the MV. This is not a shade because I myself am not fluent in English and still need to improve a lot but to me it seems quite obvious Jungkook’s English isn’t as good as some Army like to pretend (I’m going to get call names…). I would say he’s around a low intermediate level, which is perfectly fine, he has a busy life so it doesn’t let him a lot of time to study. I guess his understanding is better than his speaking skills, which is usually the case for most of language learners, but orally I don’t think he fully grasps all the meanings and nuances and the slang etc. I just want to say again this is not me trying to belittle his abilities, it’s only my opinion, but to me it doesn’t look like he fully understands what he sings… his face expressions in that video, it looks like sometimes he was a bit clueless. I’m not saying he has no idea of what he is singing, obviously he got a full translation before accepting the project but he doesn’t look like he truly "feels" the lyrics and immerge himself in it. Idk, for me it lacks something and that video made me a bit uncomfortable. I know I’m being a bit dramatic but I can’t shake the feeling that the industry is using him for cash and immediate success without paying much attention to who he his, his personality, his artistry. And another collab is on the way with Kid Laroi apparently… I’m losing interest. I want to hear Jungkook on his own, with a song made only for him and that reflects who he is as a person and an artist. I miss that feeling, seeing him perform so honestly, when you can see on his face and hear in his voice how much he feels the song, how deep he goes to find the emotions and bring them to the surface. I truly hope there will be songs on his album that makes me feel connected to him again because at the moment it feels like I am totally unable to enjoy what he’s doing.

I don't even know if he bothered translating Jack Harlow's parts tbh. I remember one Run BTS episode where they had to sing their songs without using English, so they had to translate some lyrics to Korean, and, apart from RM, the members didn't even know what the English lyrics meant. I remember J-Hope being shocked, like, "So this is what this part means?", which was a bit wild for me since it was his song. Tbh, I don't bother reading the translation to most kpop songs. I only know what the tts mean because most MVs have subtitles now. If not, then too bad... Most songs have boring lyrics so it's often best if I don't know them. It's different for the artist, but I still can't be certain that Jungkook bothered finding out the translation to Jack's parts although he's the type to. Maybe he was so busy he didn't bother? Maybe he recorded his parts and only gave his blessing to the final version which included Jack's verses, without approving the lyrics beforehand. He doesn't seem the type to control what other people write in their own verses. Maybe he was too busy to translate the lyrics and only did it later? All seem to be possible options. The fact that Jungkook had to be coached to do the right facial expressions and gestures for his TikTok with Jack made it seem like he wasn't sure at all what the lyrics meant - at least then. It also makes me confident that he doesn't know what "rain, rain, rain" or "champagne, confetti" really mean. I think Jungkook cares more about melody and the vibe than lyrics.

Anyway, I don't think the industry is using him. He's not a victim anymore than anyone else. He's making his own choices, as much as someone in the industry can. Of course Big Hit loves the choices he's making because he's doing so well commercially, but I think he's made it clear that he loves what he's been doing. And if he's letting other people make choices for him, the blame is on him too, because he's in a position where he can say no.

I also want to hear Jungkook on his own, but, unless he's truly being pressured into only doing collabs for whatever reason, these are the choices he's making.

Thanks for the ask!

#ask #bts #jungkook #text #thanks for the ask

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m4delin · 20 days ago

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This is the final chapter of my fic "Nothing more than codes and digits (let's add to it)"!

It was meant to be done over a year ago, but here we are xD Couldn't finish it in time for TTS 2024, but at least it got done!

I hope you enjoy!

“... and with that, are there any questions about the crimes C.H.E.S.T. did?” Ren looks over the crowd of people, a low murmur among them, but no one raises their hand or says something out loud. He gives them a moment but when nothing but silence greets him, he nods and motions towards a pathway.

“Please head down this pathway. I’m aware that it’s a deadend, but it is where we’re going next.”

The crowd shuffles past Ren at his directions, and he watches with a smile as they move.

A blond man staring at the plaque catches Ren’s eyes as the crowd moves away, his lime green hoodie making him stand out the moment people had moved. Ren watches him for a brief second before he clears his throat when it seems like the man isn’t planning on moving with the group. It catches his attention, and Ren gives him a polite smile.

“Please keep together with the group for now, you’re free to wander about after the tour.”

“Oh,” the man says and glances towards the plaque before he nods. “Coming.”

Ren waits until the man has rejoined the group before he walks closer to them with a clap of his hands. “Now, ladies and gentlemen, from here on now I want you to keep in mind that C.H.E.S.T. was very good at upholding their civilian front. You’re aware of what they’ve done behind the scenes, but for a long time they did regularly donate to different charities, most likely to keep the public opinion in good graces.”

He motions to the plaques around them. “And they were a very lucrative company to work for, so mix that with their extreme safety measures, it’s no wonder that people worked for them a long time without discovering what was truly going on. Now, follow me to the next area.”

Ren starts moving again, the crowd of people following him, and in the corner of his eye he sees how the man lingers behind again, but follows quickly before Ren gets to call him back to the group.

He puts the man in the back of his mind as he continues the tour.

Ren taps the end of his pen against the desk as he reads the latest find one of his colleagues had written about. An old report of experiments done on some of the data disks C.H.E.S.T. created. It’s similar to other reports Ren has read from that era, but new nonetheless.

He would have to compare it to the ones already found, to figure out where on the timeline it belongs, but that would have to wait another day as the clock in the corner of his eye reminds him that it’s almost time to close the museum and head home. He’s honestly tempted to bring it home, and it’s his off day tomorrow anyway, so it would certainly keep him occupied.

A knock on the door to his office brings him out of his thoughts. “Come in,” he calls as he lowers the report and sees Xisuma standing in the doorway.

“Hi, Ren! Think you can close the museum alone today?”

Ren blinks in surprise before glancing towards the clock. “I mean, sure?”

“Great! I suspect that you will be staying for a bit, since you have a guest.”

Ren’s ears perk up at that. “Oh? Well, what are you waiting for? Let them in!”

Xisuma steps to the side, motioning to whoever else was outside to enter, and in walks a man, a lime green hoodie and a black headband making him stand out.

It’s the man from the tour earlier today.

Ren gives him a smile as he stands up. “Hello, pleasure to meet you! Come in, just let me grab a chair for you,” he says as he walks around the desk and to a corner where two chairs are stacked.

He sees how Xisuma closes the door as he leaves, and the man walks up to the desk.

Ren quickly gives the man the chair before he walks back to his own seat and sits down. “You were on the tour earlier today, for what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”

The man fidgets with the hem of the left sleeve, silence filling the room, before he pulls the sleeve up and extends it towards Ren. Ren gives him a curious look before he looks at the wrist presented to him.

A small section has lit up, and is showing off the identification number.

With a frown, Ren tilts his head, one ear flicking backwards, and glances up towards the man on the opposite side of him.

The man is staring at his own wrist, eyebrows furrowed and the mouth pushed into a thin line.

Ren’s eyes fall back to the identification number, and stares at it for a moment. It feels familiar.

Then it clicks.

His head snaps up and he takes in the man in front of him.

“Spring?!”

The man, Spring, looks up from his wrist and gives Ren a hesitant smile. “Yeah.”

And man, Spring has really customized himself since Ren last saw him. The hair was shorter but the same color as before, his eyes a striking blue and there’s what looks like a scar underneath his right eye. Must be a stylistic choice since they don’t really scar. Ren is a bit surprised that he didn’t clock it earlier, because now that he’s looking he can see the similarities between now and then.

Ren smiles big as he grabs Spring’s hand with both of his own. “Oh, how wonderful to see you! How have you been?”

Spring’s lips twitch before he tugs lightly against Ren’s hold, who immediately releases him, and rolls down the sleeve as he sits down in his chair. “I’ve been good,” he says, hands back to fidgeting with the hem of the sleeve and chin tilted slightly upwards, but the eyes avoids Ren’s. “Though I could’ve used the help with the installation.”

Ren’s ears perk up at that, a teasing smile tugging at his lips as he tries to keep himself from chuckling, and he puts his elbows on the desk, resting his chin upon his hands. “Oh?”

“Got fucking arrested for not having the identification number installed.”

Loud laughter leaves Ren as he tilts backwards in his chair, holding his stomach as he can’t stop himself.

Spring frowns and crosses his arms with a huff. “What’s so funny?”

It takes a couple of moments for Ren to calm down, but when he does he gives Spring an amused smile. “BigB and I talked about that being a possibility, so to hear a confirmation of that greatly amuses me. Glad to see the experience didn’t do more than ruffle your feathers.”

There’s a glint of amusement in Spring’s eyes, but it’s gone the moment he rolls his eyes. “Hardy har. They refused to let me go until I had agreed to install it.”

Ren nods. “Not surprised there. You probably got away with it, so to speak, thanks to being an H.A.”

Spring tilts his head with a frown. “H.A?”

“Human Android, someone stuck in an android body. They tend to be more lenient on us, especially if the activation date on the identification number is recent.”

“Ah.”

Ren’s smile turns soft, and he leans forward, leaning his arms against the desk. “I must say I’m rather surprised. Last time I saw you, you seemed quite determined to get away from me.”

“Yeah,” Spring begins, head turning towards the diplomas and art on the wall, “I’m too, honestly.” And then, in such a low voice that if it hadn’t been for Ren’s enhanced hearing he would’ve missed it. “You just remind me of someone.”

While curious about what that could mean, Ren decides to let Spring keep his secret. “Then why?”

Silence fills the room as Spring seems to collect his thoughts, and then he looks properly at Ren, eyes determined. “You’re the best when it comes to the history of C.H.E.S.T. I’ve already read all the publicly available information, but I need to know if you have anything you haven’t released yet.”

One of Ren’s ears lowers to the side as he tilts his head, before he glances to the side and pushes a button, pulling up the holographic data screen from the desk. “What is it you want to know?”

Here Spring seems to hesitate, hands twisting the fabric of his hoodie between them. Then the hands still, and Spring meets Ren’s eyes. “The people from the beginning of the resistance. What do you know about them?”

With a hum, Ren pulls up the keyboard from the desk and starts typing into the digital archive. “Anyone specific?”

Ren catches Spring hesitating again in the corner of his eye.

When the silence drags on for a moment too long, Ren decides to start from the beginning.

“Mars Apollo,” Ren says as he clicks on the profile, “was the founder of the resistance and as far as we know, the only one who knew everyone who was in the group. From what I’ve gathered, they’re the one who discovered that C.H.E.S.T. was up to some shady stuff. He was found dead in his apartment, the police ruled it as a suicide, but I’ve found evidence in records that C.H.E.S.T. had ordered an assassination on them. Used to work for C.H.E.S.T. and gathered quite some intel before they quit, and distributed it to trusted persons, which are the other people in the resistance. Great at organizing stuff up.”

With a flick of his wrist, he gets to the next profile. “Quincy Abyss was Mars’ right hand. Seemed like an ordinary civilian even to us, but luckily we’ve been able to find some paper trails. They worked with gathering information, distributing it to other cells of the resistance. We know that Quincy took over when Mars died, and went underground. They kept the resistance running for a long time, long enough for several cells existing and running independently. One day the documents stopped mentioning Quincy attending meetings, and we’ve found no other clues, so we’re unsure if they died a civilian death or if they went missing.”

“Matilda Forest, one of the people who was looking for L.O.O.T. Shards and destroying them. She was well known for her gaming skills, many claiming that the only thing slowing her down was the input delay between the keys being pressed to the computer register the commands. Thanks to her famous status, C.H.E.S.T. couldn’t immediately get rid of her when they figured out that she was with the resistance, but eventually she perished in a car accident. There’s no evidence that C.H.E.S.T. was involved with her death, but considering they wanted her gone I’m hesitant to rule it out. At least until we have definite proof.”

“Victor Goodwin, the resistance’s computer genius. Built gadgets for them, hacked systems and gathered info where L.O.O.T. Shards might be. Unlike Mars and Matilda, Victor was very hidden from view. From the outside he seemed to be an ordinary person, and we’re not sure how C.H.E.S.T. found him, but after it was discovered that he was missing, the police had found blood in his house. We suspect that C.H.E.S.T. had grabbed most of his technological stuff, as almost anything technological was missing, but there was one data recorder that the police found that was heavily coded. Back then the police couldn’t crack it, but since then we’ve been able to get the contents of it, and it confirmed his involvement with the resistance which also confirms our suspicions of him being taken by C.H.E.S.T.”

“We know very little about Martyn Littlewood, although we do know he went missing very early on and many have speculated that he was never involved with the resistance at all. But he had a connection with Victor who had mentioned in one surviving record that Martyn was dealing with destroying the L.O.O.T. Shards C.H.E.S.T. was after. He’s the youngest of the group. His body was never found, so at this moment we can only speculate that C.H.E.S.T. caught him. Sadly that’s all we know about him, outside of his civilian life.”

One of his ears turns to the side. “Of course, I can send you this info as well so you don’t have to memorize it, it doesn’t matter if you leak anything, most are public anyway,” Ren says and looks over to Spring to see him stare at the desk, seemingly lost in thought.

“I’m sorry that it isn’t much, a lot of records were most likely destroyed when they were trying to protect themselves,” he says with an apologetic smile.

It brings Spring out of his thoughts, and he nods. “Thanks anyway.”

“Anything else I can help with?”

Spring leans back in his seat and looks up into the ceiling before he shakes his head. “Not right now, I got some stuff to think about.”

“Okay,” Ren says, with a flick of his wrist the keyboard disappears and with the push of a button the data screen dissolves into nothing. Then he clasps his hands on top of the desk and gives Spring a smile. “You’re always welcome to drop by if there’s anything else you’re wondering about. It’s been an absolute delight that you dropped by, Spring, and I would love to—”

“Martyn.”

The silence swallows every sound in the room and for a brief second Ren swears he can hear his artificial heart beat, and he stares at Spring, who’s staring down at the desk. “Pardon?”

“My name.” Spring lifts his head and meets Ren’s eyes head on. “It’s Martyn Littlewood.”

If Ren had had lungs, his breath would’ve stuttered. He knows that name, he’s said it several times today. Heck, he has just said it.

“You’re Martyn Littlewood? As in—”

Spring, no, Martyn, makes a tiny nod, but it’s a nod nonetheless.

Excitement rushes through Ren and if he still would’ve had his tail, it would’ve been waging like crazy. But now he stands up instead, hands on the desk as he beams a bright smile at Martyn. “Holy— Dude! I have so many questions for you! I mean, this basically confirms that you were a part of the resistance! How did you learn about what C.H.E.S.T. was doing? How did you join the resistance? How did you deal with the L.O.O.T. Shards?” Ren sits down and immediately pulls up both the data screen and keyboard again and starts typing. “Actually, how did C.H.E.S.T. catch you? By all means, the earliest record I have of them being able to send people into the datastream is roughly 8 years after your disappearance, so it should be impossible for you to be here, and yet here you are! This is just magnificent! Do you—”

Ren glances away from the data screen and towards Martyn, and his words trail off. Martyn is staring at him with an empty look, shoulders tense and body rigid.

If Ren still had blood in his body, his face would’ve been redder than a tomato.

“Oh, uh. Erhm.” Ren clears his throat and quickly removes the data screen and keyboard before clasping his hands together and letting them rest on the desk, giving Martyn a sheepish smile. “I… Apologize. I got, ah, a tad excited there.”

Body slowly relaxing, Martyn raises an eyebrow at him as he leans backwards with crossed arms. “A tad? That’s the understatement of the year, bud.”

Ren lets out an embarrassed laugh. “Can you blame me? This is my life's work, and we have found so little records from the early days, so to be able to talk with someone from that era is just exciting!”

“Uh huh.”

Ren’s ears perk up as he gives Martyn a hopeful smile. “I would absolutely love to talk about it, if you’re up for it that is.” When Martyn turns his head to the side, Ren hurries to add, “We don’t have to do it right now, of course! I mean, I get that questions get overwhelming fast and it’s a tough subject, and I really don’t want to pressure you.”

“No, it’s fine, it’s just—” Martyn sighs and drags a hand over his face. “I’m sorry, but I can’t really give you any more information than you already got.”

With a frown, Ren tilts his head in confusion. “Why not?”

“I only knew Doc. And—“ Martyn grimaces, “—I didn’t join the resistance willingly.”

Ren stays silent to let Martyn compose himself, but his ears perk up in interest.

“Doc was my neighbour, and I had a problem with a gaming system so I went over to ask him for help.” Martyn looks back at Ren. “He had this. Machine set up. I might’ve gotten a bit too curious for my own sake, and pressed a button. It sent me into the datastream.”

Ren stares at Martyn. He can barely believe what he’s hearing. That would mean the resistance knew a way to fight within the datastream way before C.H.E.S.T. knew! But that did beg the question…

“How come you were the only one fighting within the datastream if they knew how to do so?”

“Because Doc hadn’t figured out a way to bring people out of it.”

Dread settles in Ren’s stomach. “Wait, do you mean—”

Martyn shrugs and looks away from Ren. “The machine was a prototype, a work in progress, so he hadn’t gotten the out option functioning. And because C.H.E.S.T. was on his ass, he didn’t have time to figure it out either. He was too busy fighting them to help me get back out.”

Thoughts swirl in Ren’s head. “But the record of Victor saying that you were helping with the L.O.O.T. Shards… Was that a lie?”

“Not exactly.” Martyn looks back to Ren. “I did help him. Figured that I might as well help him, since I couldn’t exactly go anywhere or do anything. It gets kinda boring, you know, just floating in the datastream with nothing to do.” There’s a twitch in the corner of his mouth. “And I guess I hoped that if I helped, it would speed up the time until Doc could get me out.”

“I’m sorry.”

Martyn’s eyebrows rise in surprise. “What?”

Ren sighs and hangs his head. “That’s a terrible fate. You got dragged into a war you were unaware of, and I’m sorry for you having experienced that.” He lifts his head and gives Martyn a sad smile. “When I started investigating the disappearances of my good friends False and Cleo, I knew something shady was up, and when C.H.E.S.T. came after me, I was not surprised. But you? You got thrust into it without any knowledge at all. That must’ve been terrifying.”

Martyn’s eyes are wide, mouth partially open before he snaps it shut. He chews on the inside of his cheek for a moment before he sighs. “It. It wasn’t as bad as it sounds. Really.”

“How was it? To be in the datastream? I fell asleep, so to speak, almost as soon as I was put into my data disk. I know some were awake and aware of the darkness that came with being imprisoned, and I know how C.H.E.S.T. travelled within the datastream when they had the means, but how was it for you? You were the first in there.”

“I mean. I could hear and see stuff, but didn’t exactly have any other senses. I just floated in place, and I couldn’t sleep so I just listened to music and the news. Kinda boring, you know? Whenever I helped Doc, I got sent into games to look for L.O.O.T. Shards and destroy them.” Martyn shrugs. As if it’s not a big deal.

“Do you remember how you got caught?”

Martyn crosses his arms and leans back in his seat, tilting his head up towards the ceiling with his eyes closed. “Hm. The portals between the games and the datastream had been wonky for a while. Usually the portals just spit me right back out into the datastream, but the last ones sent me straight into another game. And—” Martyn rolls his head to the side, a frown on his face, “—I’d lost contact with Doc, got a cryptic message about a portal and when I went through the portal…”

Martyn opens his eyes, but the frown deepens. “It was black for a brief second, as it always is when I travel through portals, kinda like a loading screen, and then I woke up with, uh… What were their names?”

“Doc and Tango?” Ren says with a raised eyebrow.

Martyn lets out a small laugh. “Right. Doc and Tango. Bloody hell, there’s two Docs.”

Ren can’t help but to laugh at that. “You’re correct.”

“Anyway,” Martyn says with a shake of his head, and uncrosses his arms. “I woke up with those two standing over me, so I thought I was in another game. Then you came and presented yourself...” His words trail off.

Guilt hits Ren almost like a sledgehammer. “I must’ve really sent you in a panic, huh.”

“We can say that.”

Silence settles between them as Ren mulls over what Martyn has told him, and Martyn seemingly isn’t interested in talking anymore.

Then Ren looks at Martyn and gives him a soft smile. “I really appreciate you telling me all this, it couldn’t have been easy. Let me treat you to dinner, yeah? I know a restaurant that’s expert in making rather interesting flavours that even we can taste,” he says, ears perked up in hope.

Martyn studies Ren, and Ren’s not sure what he’s looking for, but happiness fills him when Martyn nods.

“Sure. Tonight, or?”

Ren beams a smile at Martyn, and stands up from his seat. “Fabulous! Just let me close the museum and then we’ll go! It’s a small bus ride from here, but I promise you, it will be worth it!”

The smile Martyn gives Ren is bright.

“That sounds great.”

END

#renchanting #m4ds writing

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