#definitely went a bit overboard with this one but i had so fun

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Genshin SAGAU, Creator of Teyvat, but not Humanity Part 1

Playing around with the idea of The creator of Teyvat, not being the creator of humanity.

Masterlist | Next Part

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You were never much of a gamer.

Not that you disliked games of course, but it never quite clicked with you the way it did others. You’d try a couple of games on and off, but there would always be a point where it’d become boring.

Not that there was anything bad about the games themselves, you freely complimented the design and effort it goes into making these masterful pieces of art and code.

You just, weren't a gamer.

Until Genshin Impact

You can still remember the day you heard of it.

You were chatting with friends and one of them brought up this new game they saw a promotion for that they were interested in trying.

It was this anime-esque gacha game.

They showed you a couple trailers and promotional materials, and you must admit they were quite appealing.

However you didn’t intend to try it, knowing that you’d eventually drop it and move on.

But your friend still pestered you, claiming that there’s no harm in trying and dropping another game, after all it’s free anyways, so you’re not losing out on anything monetary.

Skeptical, you joined them in trying out the game.

And

Well

Let’s just say your friend got more than a couple of “I told you so’s” that day

It was beautiful.

The art, the music, the characters.

Everything about this game just, clicked.

You understand why people got so obsessed with certain games.

Why they would be willing to pay for things such as this.

Why this is such a large industry.

It’s, well it’s fun.

It was honestly quite frightening how quickly the game pulled you in.

You never understood the term “completionist”, until it started to apply to you.

Every quest, every domain, every achievement

You did it all

Every dialogue, every story, every entry in the archive.

You read it all.

You scoured the forums for bits of lore, and shrieked with your friend every time something new was dropped.

Genshin was all consuming.

It was honestly quite concerning, if it weren’t for the fact it was time gated with its resin cap and limited content, your outside life probably would’ve suffered.

On some level you probably knew that this was not normal. Your friends who were all gamers as well were never as obsessed over a single game as you were over Genshin.

But you reassured yourself, this is the first game that made you feel this way, its natural for you to go a little overboard.

I’m sure it’ll die down as I try out other games.

But you never really did.

No other game, no matter how popular or similar or highly rated.

Other games from Hoyoverse fared slightly better in terms of attention span.

But you always went back to Genshin.

Not that it bothered you.

Genshin was enough, considering you still had real world responsibilities to balance.

And that was that.

Until, well.

Until Fontaine.

You see, you’d always enjoyed the characters of Teyvat.

But you’ve never quite simped after them the way the fanbase did.

You admired their aesthetics and enjoyed their stories. But they never quite drew you in.

Even your main, was quite honestly determined by meta and whatever character you’ve managed to get your hands on.

There was never a “waifu” or “husbando”.

It was always the world and story that drew you in rather than individual characters.

Iudex Neuvillette was an exception.

The exception

He felt right.

You immediately knew you had to pull for him.

So you did.

And playing him was amazing. He was as meta breaking as you’d hoped and, well, you just liked him.

“Your first official Husbando” your friends would tease. You understand why they would go such lengths for a specific character now.

He was special.

He was a Dragon.

He felt, right.

You quite never understood why

Not until you entered the world of Teyvat.

That story,

Well,

That begins from the other side of the screen.

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“I bet we can definitely open up a whole new sector in Fontaine if all goes well don't you think?” Hu Tao chattered as she and Zhongli strolled back to Liyue Harbor.

Zhongli hummed in agreement, only half paying attention to the conversation. He could tell Hu Tao noticed, since she was keeping the topic of conversation to light topics that anyone with half a mind could parse through. Only enough relevance so that he wouldn’t get lost in thought, but not so much that he had to focus on the conversation.

She was considerate like that, he knew since she had let many of his oddities slide, especially when he was still adjusting to mortal life.

Not that he was free from old habits mind you.

Zhongli doubted he would ever truly be able to blend into a crowd of mortal without some level of adept arts concealing his presence, however he was able to blend in enough so that the average nosy person was able to wave off his eccentricities a simply a facet of his personality rather than something deeper.

He cannot forget that it was thanks to people such as Hu Tao who were willing to let him in without many questions that allowed him to get to this point. Something he will be forever grateful for.

Be that as it may, it did not change the fact that some things will forever be kept secret.

His near encounter with the Hydro dragon for one.

Even from the other side of Qiaoying village where he’d made himself scarce, he could feel the amount of blessings placed upon the man.

He truly was favored by the creator.

Not that that was any surprise.

What was surprising was his own blessing.

Though much smaller, he still treasured the gift given to him by the creator of Teyvat.

Teyvat, after all, was a world of Dragons.

It was due to the advent of The Primordial One, did they lose their authority.

Not that many people knew.

Most people didn’t

The true History and creation of Teyvat was kept tightly wrapped, even the most learned scholars of the Akademiya could only infer at what truly happened, as well as the origin of humanity.

The true name of the creator was lost to time, only their title of the creator of Teyvat remaining. The mortals who lived on Teyvat daren’t give them another for fear of evoking their wrath.

They had plenty to be wrathful about.

Zhongli would only imagine his own rage, if anything similar happened to Liyue.

Imagine putting in centuries upon centuries of work only for an outsider to come in, destroy your work and reshape it for their own people. Before proceeding to have the audacity to name him as a contributor to their success and praise alongside such an usurper.

Just imagining it makes him angry.

That is why, the creator’s title is rarely evoked.

Names have power after all.

Names of gods even more so.

To evoke their name, their title, is to ask for attention.

Attention that would be safer left elsewhere.

Not that mortals knew the true reason.

The commonly accepted reasoning was that the creator of Teyvat has long turned their gaze elsewhere, satisfied with the current ruling of Teyvat, having entrusted their powers to Celestia and the Archons.

Zhongli would feel guilt at this blatant lie and rewriting of history if he could.

But he cannot, because to feel guilt would be to regret his actions and to wish something was different.

But he knew that he, along with all of humanity, Liyue Harbor, his Adepti and friends. They would not have existed, they would not have lived, has history played out justly.

The world is not just.

The world simply is.

He feared to an extent that the Hydro dragons would try to force a more cruel version of justice upon Fontaine, condemning them all as usurpers, when they had no idea, or even power over what had happened in the past.

Thankfully it seems that Focalors’s plan to integrate him into humanity worked. Stemming any sort of “justice” he may enact on humanity for the crimes of The Primordial One. In fact, he seems to have great fondness over humanity, absolving them of their sin and saving them from the prophecy that threatened Fontaine for so many centuries.

However, he knew that he was exempt from this mercy. Zhongli knew that when the time came, the Hydro dragon, or well Iudex Neuvillette would spare no effort in holding him accountable for his actions in usurping the original order of Teyvat.

Which is exactly why he avoided the man, dragon? as he did.

“-ello, earth to Zhongli, ”

Zhongli blinked, Hu Tao’s voice dragging him back to their situation at hand.

“Ah, my apologies, I seemed to have been lost in thought”

She clicked her tongue at him, “Aiyyaa, honestly Zhongli, I wonder sometimes if your age is getting to you, I was trying to get your attention for quite a while”

“Is that so,”

Zhongli couldn’t help but smile at her exaggerated groan.

“I was merely thinking about some old history,” he started, preparing himself to finish the history of Qiaoying village that he was telling Hu Tao on their way over.

“Oh no, there’s no need for that,” she waved off, a slight grimace on her face.

He knew how bored she was by the story the way over, so it served as a perfect distraction on the way back to stop her from questioning any further.

“Honestly a girl can only listen so much about the different varieties of teas and their subtle notes and flavoring before she has to burst yo know,” she complained.

“Well, the history of tea has a -”

“Oh look we’re almost there!” She pointed out, most likely in a desperate bid to stop him from droning on.

He was being slightly unfair to her, he knows, but it never ceases to become unassuming when people try to fake interest in a topic, only to regret it when they realize just how much there is to know about it.

Of course it can never compare to when someone has a genuine passion for the topic and wants to engage further, but those mortals are rare.

More often than not, he can use his vast knowledge as a smokescreen too, well, as Paimon would most likely put it. Bore people into leaving him alone.

He waves off Hu Tao as she bounces back home, and allows himself to take a stroll through the streets of Liyue Harbor.

The Lantern Rite was ending, another celebration successfully done under the hard work of the Qixing

He gazed around at all the sights, the lanterns, the food stalls, the beautiful atmosphere of people enjoying the celebration.

No

He could never regret what he did.

Not since it lead to peace and happiness like this.

And

If things are as he suspects.

He may never have too.

He feels it once more.

The glow of the creator's blessing.

He can feel it swirling within him as he steps through Liyue Harbor.

He wonders if they can see it as he does. Sees the beauty and resplendence of humanity.

Look, he wants to scream

They are nothing like The Primordial One

They are good, kind and beautiful.

Humans may not be your creation, they may not have originated from this world but that does not mean they do not deserve to stay.

But he doesn’t

First of all because he feels that screaming these things in the middle of a busy street may attract some weird looks.

But also out of fear, fear that any attempt to disrupt this fragile peace could lead to destruction.

Because it is fragile, it has only been a couple of years since the creator has turned their eyes to Teyvat.

Those who have been blessed have been careful in their own way not to destroy this chance that the creator has given them.

A chance to prove themselves, not only as people deserving of their attention and blessing, but as a people.

To prove themselves just as worthy of the dragons of staying in Teyvat.

Because they all know, in their hearts of hearts, that what the creator has created, they could just as easily destroy.

While some may tease him for his age, there is no denying that with age comes experiences that the younger generation may never know.

He himself, whilst having been born long after the disappearance of the creator, witnessed firsthand how it had affected the world.

How Godly remains tainted the earth for far longer than it used to.

How miasma and abyssal energy started to leak forth.

How Leyline disorders became more and more commonplace.

Teyvat was breaking.

It was falling apart.

But perhaps.

With this new chance, it could be fixed.

He could still remember the day the creator first turned their gaze upon Teyvat.

Or well, more specifically, the first time they turned their gaze on him.

He had heard rumors of an outlander from Mondstatdt making their way to Liyue. Tales of their feats and defeating Dvalin with the wayward Anemo Archon were as prevalent as talks about the upcoming Rite of Descension.

He had taken note of it of course, outlanders were rare after all, but he hadn’t expected this one to be quite, consequential.

Not until he met them.

He felt their approach funnily enough, the unbranded aura they carried within them. While he could’ve written it off as an aspect of their outlander status, internally he knew it not to be true.

He was far too young to have ever met the creator, or even the original dragons.

But he has stumbled upon their remnants.

Pure remnants, unlike the gnosis which have been twisted and altered by the time it had spent in the hands of The Primordial One.

It was, indescribable.

Free, yet grounded.

Unwavering yet fluid.

Swift yet languid.

It

It simply was

It was the essence of Teyvat.

The essence of the land he lived and fought and bled and laughed in.

How could he not worship it.

How could he not fear it.

He had felt Childe walk in with bated breath, distracting himself with his cup of tea to settle his nerves.

What did this mean?

Was this the end of Liyue, of humanity, of Teyvat?

Over the centuries people have accepted the creator’s complacency in the affairs of Teyvat.

What does it now mean that they have focused their gaze once more on this land.

Destruction

Salvation

He daren’t hope or guess.

But

Well,

The Traveler was kind.

They had no ill will towards the people of Teyvat.

While it was clear they had their own mission to stove for, they did not hesitate in helping those they can along the way.

If the creator has blessed one such as them, one so kind to humans, one with no ill will.

Perhaps.

A seed of hope planted itself in him, and refused to budge.

As time went on, the seed grew.

Hope grew.

The tiny seed of hope that he tried so hard to ignore and deny could be ignored no longer when he received a blessing himself.

He could still remember it so clearly.

It was a normal day, nothing out of the ordinary. He went to work, had tea, chatted with passersby.

There were no great feats.

No great revelations, or offerings.

Yet he felt it for the first time.

A blessing.

A pure, gentle, powerful blessing.

He could feel the sentiment behind it, weak as it was.

Relief, excitement, apprehension.

He wanted to cry, to pray. To thank them for giving him a chance, for giving the people of Teyvat a chance.

But fear held him back.

It still does to this day.

That’s the problem with gods, their pleasure and their wrath can often look the same.

Even as he compared notes with Barbatos and the Adepti, confirming that many of them have been given blessings.

While some like Ganyu, rejoiced in this blessing eager for a chance to prove themselves worthy of this world.

People such as him were still fearful.

Fearful of what this meant and what they wanted.

The straw that broke the camel’s back was when he realized that xiangling was also blessed.

Not that the girl knew, after all the creator was very rarely spoken of, only ever mentioned in ancient rites and the most descriptive of history books.

But she had the blessing, a human.

From that point he saw so many others, so many humans, mere mortals given their divine blessing and gaze.

An exorcist, an author, a member of the Qixing.

It spread across Teyvat, whispers as people soon realized that there was a god, an unknown god blessing them.

Granting them abilities beyond their visions, oftentimes enhancing them to levels beyond previously known human limits.

No one dared to say their name, they were insinuations, and speculations, but no one dared disturbed the fragile peace that has settled.

It is an understanding between those who have it.

Those who know, know and those who don’t are kept in the dark.

But it seems that the Creator has turned their gaze to Teyvat and to humans.

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☆ - it has always been you | haitani rindou

me, writing for something other than blue lock? wow!

rindou is shy with women, idc what you think

wc: 3k, not proofread, fem!reader

You've been friends with the infamous Haitani brothers for as long as you can remember.

At this point, you weren't sure how you guys met. You were the same age as Ran, so chances were you met in kindergarten. Maybe you just saw them one day, and decided that they would be your friends. You thought that it really didn't matter anymore at this point.

You were a ''good girl'', like your parents always called you. Kind-hearted, a model student, always helping out those in need. Even if Ran and Rindou did all kinds of things you didn't even want to know about, you weren't influenced. Despite considering them your best friends, you made sure to keep a certain level of distance. And they respected that, even though they were always so happy to tell you about how their fights went.

When your best friends landed themselves in juvie, you chewed them out for it. You were disappointed, to say the least. But you saw that something in them had changed. There was something foreign, that you had to stay away from.

Living in Roppongi, you constantly heard stories of the gangs Ran and Rindou lead, and the crimes they did. People would call them charismatic, but you just thought they were stupid. You just couldn't wrap your head around it. What was so great about that kind of life?

When the three of you were together, you saw a side of them not many people got to see. They were brothers, so they were constantly at each other's throats for whatever reason, but then minutes later they would be laughing at something stupid. 

For the most part, they were gentle with you. You knew that you are important to them, they cared about you just as much as you did about them. But more often than not, they would gang up together to make fun of you whenever you made a small mistake, or said something silly. Even if it annoyed you, it just showed how comfortable they were with you.

Countless times you would hear rocks thrown at your window at unholy hours. There were always two possibilities; One, they wanted to take you along on whatever silly idea they had. Two, they had been in a fight and wanted you to patch them up. You were glad to do that, of course, but every time you made sure to scold them. They would apologize, but you knew they didn't truly mean it. 

Your parents disliked the infamous duo. They always told you to stay away from them, and that they were a bad influence. Sure, they weren't wrong, but you always reminded them of how well you did in school, and they left it at that. Sometimes the two would visit and actually come in through the front door instead of the window. They would make sure to be polite with your parents, even if they already knew that their image couldn't be saved.

''He wouldn't speak, so I broke his fingers one by one-'' ''Jesus, Rindou, I don't want to hear the rest. You are too sadistic.'' You complained to the blonde who was sitting in front of your bed. You were laying on your stomach on your bed, facing him, while Ran had taken up the rest of your bed, already dozing off. He even claimed your pillow and blanket.

Rindou's grin dropped at your words, and he muttered a small 'sorry'. ''You just go a bit overboard sometimes, you aren't a yakuza.'' You gave him a reassuring smile. Before you got to continue, you felt Ran move around next to you, and you turned to look at him. ''Slept well, sleeping beauty?'' You smirked at him, and he gave you a quick glare. ''Would've slept well if you two didn't blabber so much. My bed may be the best, but yours is definitely number two.'' His arm lazily snaked around you, and he pulled you closer to him. 

Physical touch with either of them was something you were used to, but Ran was always the one to be more touchy. Rindou would sometimes flinch from your hands touching, while his older brother had no problems hugging or cuddling with you. Right now he was holding you so tightly that you could barely breathe.

''rin...dou help.'' You desperately extended your arm towards the blonde, who just shrugged. Feeling heartbroken and defeated, you accepted your fate. Unbeknownst to you, Ran was currently smirking at his brother, who tried to avert his gaze. The two could speak sentences without saying a word, so there was a lot of things you didn't know.

Like the fact that Rindou has had a crush on you for a long time. 

And Ran knew about it.

Ran would always push his brother towards confessing, but Rindou was just too shy. Part of him didn't want to drag you more into the messes he got himself in. In addition to that, he was greatly afraid of you rejecting him. Would you even look at him the same after? Would he ruin the comfortable friendship you had with the two of them?

When Rindou wouldn't make a move, Ran took matters into his own hands. He would try to make his brother jealous. That was the only way, he thought.

Ran would get you flowers for no reason, buy you your favorite snacks, and be extra touchy with you. Of course he didn't do any of that just because he felt like he had to for his brother's sake. He would never tell his brother this, but there was a part of him that wanted to be the one by your side. However when his younger brother came to him one evening asking for advice, he had decided to push those feelings away.

But Rindou, he did see the genuineness in his brother's actions. And in his eyes, he saw how you would smile so brightly at his brother, your eyes always lighting up. He wondered if he ever even stood a chance.

Could you really love a hoodlum like him?

''Ouch!'' Rindou was shaken from his thoughts by your voice. You were currently pushing Ran away from you, and he was full on laughing. ''Did you see that, Rindou? He bit me!'' You exclaimed while Ran continued to laugh. Rindou gave his brother a glare and finally got up. He took a hold of your arm, pushing his brother lightly while pulling you towards himself. Your back leaned against him with his hands being on your shoulder, while you glared at Ran.

''You monster.'' You pouted at him. ''Bet you are into that.'' The older brother stopped laughing to wink at you. ''Perv.'' Rindou spoke up. His hand pushed your hair out of the way and he looked at the mark that his brother had put on you. Was he officially claiming you as his?

The rest of that day went rather peacefully, with you clinging into Rindou while sending glares to Ran. The whole time Ran had a huge shit-eating grin on his face, which pissed you off even more. So in the end, you just completely ignored the older brother, and just focused on Rindou.

''Rindou. Let's go home, I'm tired.'' You eventually heard Ran complain. That guy had taken a total of three naps throughout their visit, and he was still tired? Rindou sighed, but got up from the spot he was sitting in, ''Fine.'' Feeling a bit disheartened at their quick decision to leave, you still followed them downstairs. Your father sent you a glare from the living room, pointing at the clock that said 10 pm. Not even that late, considering it was summer vacation.

You closed to door behind you, giving the duo in front of you a small smile. ''Come visit again whenever you want.'' You told them. ''Next time we are visiting through the window, your father always gets so angry when we come by.'' Ran chuckled. ''Just ignore him.'' You answered, quickly stepping in to give him a hug. That's something you had been doing since you were children. Eventually Rindou had stopped accepting your hugs, and you had stopped offering them. This time, though, something told you to open up your arms at him. For some reason, he accepted.

That hug felt different, in a way. It didn't last long, but you felt like it had more meaning to it than just a simple 'goodbye'. 

Rindou quickly pulled away, and with one quick glance at his brother, he started walking away. Ran gave you a wave, before following his younger brother. You watched them walk away, your heart beating a bit faster than usual.

At the same time, Rindou was glaring at his brother, more than usual. ''What?'' Ran smirked at him. ''You got a hug out of it, you always complain about how she no longer even tries to give you one.'' ''No need to bite her, though.'' ''You didn't care when she was basically being suffocated. That probably broke her heart.'' Ran held his hand over his heart. ''You are so dramatic.'' Rindou sighed, rolling his eyes. Ran answered with a laugh.

''But seriously, Rindou.'' Ran spoke up again, his tone now serious. ''You need to make a move. She won't know about your feelings if you don't tell her.'' ''You sound so serious, as if you have any more experience than me.'' Rindou answered with a sarcastic tone. ''Maybe not with serious relationships, but at least I get laid more often.'' 

Rindou sighed in frustration. 

The next day, you decided to go out. Just to have some time for yourself. Maybe to possibly run into a wild Ran or Rindou.

Instead, you ran into something you have been trying to avoid. 

''Is this really her? The little missy seen with the Haitani brothers?''

You were surrounded by maybe 7 guys, who were whispering to each other. It wasn't your first time. Rumors spread fast, and at least everyone in Roppongi knew that you were friends with the brothers. It attracted some unwanted attention. There were occasions where you would get harassed by complete strangers. They usually wanted to use you against the Haitanis, but there was a thing they didn't know.

You knew how to fight.

Of course Ran and Rindou taught you some things. Ways to get out of situations like these. Usually, you would try to talk yourself out of them. Rarely it worked. You wanted to call yourself a pacifist, but these idiots around you made it so difficult.

''Hey. What are you to the Haitanis?'' A man spoke up, who you assumed to be the leader. He was nothing compared to Ran and Rindou, you thought. A classic musclehead with no charisma.

''What's it to you? You gonna pay me for the information?'' You asked sarcastically, eyeing the men around you. You knew you couldn't win against all 7 of them, you weren't that strong. You also noticed that some of them had weapons, such as pipes, and you knew there was a chance that at least one of them carried a knife. You had a knife as well, but you only used that in extreme situations.

''Did ya hear that? The bitch can speak.''

Your eyes narrowed. More often than not you would piss off the person bothering you, and would get called a bitch, or a whore. It's like none of these men knew how to talk to women.

''Have some fucking respect.'' You spat, now walking towards him. ''I don't care what kind of beef you have with Ran and Rindou, but it has nothing to do with me.'' Before you could even realize what was happening, the man's fist made contact with your cheek. The force made you fumble, but you stayed up.

''How about you have some respect, huh?! Do you even know who I am?!'' ''Honestly? No. And I couldn't care less.''

You had one thing that always worked in your favor. The element of surprise.

You wasted no time and kicked him in the stomach. He winced in pain, doubling over from the impact. With everyone else now surprised and caught off guard, you bolted.

They didn't follow you for long, or maybe it's better to say that you were just too fast. Slowly calming down from the adrenaline rush, you spotted a familiar park. You used to play there with Ran and Rindou as children, and you still occasionally visited it.

And there you saw Rindou, with a bottle in his hand.

Shaking your head lightly, you walked up to him. ''Drinking with the homeless again?'' You asked, placing a hand on your hip. He was in the middle of taking a sip, and your voice startled him, causing him to cough uncontrollably. ''N-not many homeless around here.'' He gazed at the playground filled with children that was some distance away. ''I don't think drinking near children is any better.'' You sat down next to him.

It took him a while, but eventually he looked at you. Quickly putting the bottle on the ground, he used his hand to turn you towards him. ''Who hurt you?'' He asked, eyes glued to the red mark on your cheek.

''Oh this? Some thug, I don't know. Kicked him in the stomach and ran away.'' You shrugged. Rindou's gaze softened. ''Should've kicked him where the sun doesn't shine.'' A small smile made its way to his lips, before his expression turned serious again. ''But for real, (Y/n). What did he look like? I won't let him get away with this.''

''You don't need to do that.'' You smiled softly at him, getting lost in his violet eyes. 

''No, (Y/n). I do. I won't let anyone hurt my- uh, our-, uh our friend.'' He trailed off, mentally face palming at himself. Real smooth, Rindou.

You let out a laugh, making Rindou's face flush out a light shade of pink. He was embarrassed, but there was something about your laugh that made him feel things he couldn't explain. No one else had ever made him feel this way, when he was with you, nothing else mattered. Time didn't pass and he felt so light. There was nothing he could worry about. You were so beautiful, no one else compared. Your laugh was like music to his ears.

''Rin? You are staring.'' You snapped him back to reality.

''Oh, sorry.'' 

''No need to apologize. Stare all you want.''

Rindou was caught off guard, raising his brow in confusion. ''Excuse me?''

''Sorry. That was weird.''

''No need to apologize. Be weird all you want.''

A silence, which was soon followed by laughter.

Moments like this, Rindou wished they could last forever. But they never did. Eventually you would get interrupted by his brother. 

''Hey, Rindou?" "Yeah?" You stayed silent for a while, suddenly feeling nervous. You wondered if you really wanted to go through with this.

You were afraid. Afraid of what he would say, afraid of what would happen after. Afraid of change, and the unknown.

"I...there's someone I like."

Rindou's world came crashing down. This was it. He had lost.

"Y-yeah? Who is it?" His voice was breaking.

You took his hand in yours. "He's someone very close to me...Strong and charismatic..." You studied his calloused hands.

'fuck it's ran.'

"I...like you, Rindou."

"Huh? What?" He blurted out. A bit taken aback, you let his hand go. Rindou looked at you, looking for any hints of sarcasm or deception. He found none.

When he didn't answer, your defences went up. "Y-you don't need to say anything. I don't know why I said that, really. It just...came out. Felt right, I guess...I-" You kept going until Rindou stopped you.

''Wait. I thought you liked Ran.''

''...What?''

''What?''

Your brows furrowed in confusion. ''Why would I like him? He's a great friend sure but I'm not into him that way.''

Rindou blinked once. Twice. His face showed a hint of joy, and then again confusion. "But you are so touchy with him." "Yeah? I've always been touchy. You just stopped accepting my hugs." "...Fair enough."

Still, he couldn't believe that you would actually like him. It was something he had dreamt of, but he had never actually believed it to be true.

"Seriously, Rindou. Just reject me so I can move on." You hung your head low, not wanting to look at him. You thought you knew what was coming.

Instead, you felt Rindou's hand lift your chin, and his lips on yours. Before you could even react, they were already gone. You now looked at him, meeting his violet eyes once again. They were filled with determination.

"(Y/n). I love you."

Your eyes widened in surprise.

Love.

Such a strong word.

You knew Rindou wasn't the type to just throw the word 'love' around. There was meaning to it.

"Why didn't you say anything sooner?" You asked quietly. "I was...afraid. I didn't want to ruin anything between us."

The exact same thing applied to you. You felt silly for overthinking his actions so much. Each and every time he had rejected your touch, your heart broke. You thought that maybe you did something wrong, maybe you made him angry.

But Rindou is shy.

"Isn't there something that you are supposed to ask me?"

"Do I have to?"

"Of course you do."

Now Rindou took your hand in his. "(Y/n)...will you be my girlfriend?"

You stayed silent for a bit, pretending to think about it.

"...Yes."

"Don't play with me like that, love." Rindou sighed in relief. He put his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer.

You rest your head on his shoulder, now gazing at the playground you had already forgotten about. Was it too early to start thinking about mini Rindous running around?

Rindou felt like he was on cloud nine. You two were silent, but it was a comfortable silence. He still had a lot to learn, a lot to experience. But he was happy to do all that with you by his side.

...

He would probably enjoy the moment way more, if he didn't see his idiot brother hiding in the bushes giving him a thumbs up.

[chasingstardustandmoonbeams]

can I please get headcannons for the bones boys taking you out on a first date? Thank you so much for writing for bones!

A/N: anything for my bones boys

Booth would definitely do something unconventional. Something fun, unexpected, something that was a bit competitive, but mostly something where he could show off.

"Really?" you almost laughed as you stood in front of the entrance. "The fair?"

"Oh, come on. When was the last time you did something like this?" He nudged you on your shoulder, wagging his eyebrows at you.

He would then proceed to win you a giant stuffed bear at the duck shoot.

"What?" he shrugged nonchalantly, "Like's hard?"

"Not for you apparently," you teased. "Though I expect being a ranger turned FBI agent probably helps."

You started walking backwards enjoying the challenging look in his eyes.

"Are you trying to rial me up?" he questioned, smirking at you.

You leaned in close to him, enjoying the way his breathing increased. "Depends, how easy do you fluster?"

You pulled away, making your way towards the ring toss.

"Oh, I see how it is," Booth shouted as he trailed after you, slinging his arm over your shoulder.

The first date with Booth would solely about getting to know you, making you laugh, and gauging just how comfortable he could be around you. It would absolutely end with him being a giant tease and kissing you on the corner of your mouth or your temple.

Hodgins, rich (so rich he doesn't even know how rich), Hodgins would try and impress you. At least that was his first thought. Private and obscenely expensive dinner? Check. Expensive car to get you there? Check.

But like many things in Jack's life, it never really went according to plan.

"Oh, come on!" Jack grumbled at the flat tire. "I just had the car serviced. I can't believe this."

It was only when you started laughing that he relaxed enough to look at you.

"What?" He asked a bit in disbelief. Crushing thoughts about how this was the worst first date to never actually even start diminished at the sight your smile.

"I don't think I've seen you this stressed since you tried to hide TNT experiment from Cam," you said laughter dying down.

"Hey, that civil war exhibit didn't need it as much as us," he reasoned, a smile now stretching across his own face as he leaned against his car.

You mirrored his movements, shoulder pressed against his as you leaned against the car.

"I wanted this to be perfect. But just about everything seems to have gone wrong."

"Well, it's a good thing the night isn't over yet," you looked around. "You know, I think we're close to the diner."

"You can't be serious," he laughed. A mixture of disbelief and awe.

"Dead. I never needed anything fancy anyways - just you Jack."

From that moment, he knew that he wasn't ever going to mess it up. You were it for him.

Sweets would want to do anything where the two of you could just talk. We know he's done a pottery class before so something along those lines. Really anything where he got to just look at you with a big grin on his face and listen to every word that came out of your mouth.

"Lance?"

"Yeah?"

"Your chicken is burning."

"Oh, shit."

You let out a laugh that made him forget all about the charred chicken. He, in hindsight, should have known better than to plan a cooking class as your first date. Not when you distracted him so easily he could chop a finger off. Definitely not his best idea.

"Here, we can just share mine," you said as you fed him some of your food. All teasing smiles and delicious prolonged eye contact.

Definitely not his worst date idea.

Wendell is one for simplicity. He wants to get to know you, but he also doesn't want to go overboard and scare you off. He'd plan for a simple dinner (your pick) and make a walk around the city.

The street lights illuminated the city, a cool breeze rushing past you. You tried your best not to seem cold - you'd opted for looks- not practically. Now you were paying the price for it.

A sudden rush of warm hit you, you looked up at Wendell who'd wordlessly placed his jacket over your shoulders.

"Wendell-"

"Don't even mention it. Can't have you getting sick now, can I?" He gently nudged your shoulder with his own as you walked side by side. "Wouldn't want you to rain check the next date."

"The next one?" you prodded - warmth washing over your cheeks. "Someone is presumptuous," you teased.

"Nah, just optimistic," He smiled brightly at you. "So, what do ya say?"

"I think your odds are looking pretty good," you looped your arm to hold on to his.

Wendell wouldn't necessarily consider himself a betting man, but he'd say he won out on this one.

Vincent was quiet sure how he'd managed it. It was all a bit of blur if he was honest. One second you both were discussing how no number before a thousand contains the letter a, and the next he had asked you out. And you'd said yes.

He almost thought he'd dreampt it, really. You'd had to call out his name twice before he blinked himself back into reality.

Now he stood in front of your door holding flowers that were wilting away by the second - he swore he'd just gotten them and they looked pristine.

He let out a sigh, knuckles frozen over the door. This would be, fine. You already said yes. Oh, God.

Knuckles knocking against the door, he frantically smoothed out his hair.

"Vincent!"

You leaned in for a hug, crushing the flowers, but he couldn't bring himself to care. You pulled away giving him this brilliant smile that put him at ease.

"Are those for me?"

"Wha- yes. Yes, they are for you." He handed you the roses. "Did you know over 30,000 rose varieties exist today?"

You let out a small laugh, eyes still sparkling. "I didn't, but thank you for telling me."

That smile of your really did put him at ease. This would be fine - this would be great - because he was with you.

When Colin asked you to go out with him to the Slasherthon at the local movie theater he wasn't actually sure you'd say yes. But he figured the worst you could say was no - or you know, laugh at him until he fell into an endless abyss of shame.

Either would be fine.

He expected the abyss.

He did not expect you to say yes. Let alone actually show up. But there you were in a Jason Voorhees t-shirt all smiles as he walked up to you.

"Are you ready for lots of gore and eating our weight in popcorn?" You asked practically bouncing on the balls of your feet. He'd never seen anything more lively or beautiful in his life.

"A person after my own heart," he said dramatically - hand placed over his own heart.

"Come on, Colin," you grabbed his hand pulling him into the theater. As you led him away he realized the abyss option would have been much worse than he had anticipated.

You were a light shining into his abyss.

Aubrey would take you to a nice sit down restaurant. He spent the better half of the week trying to decide where exactly to take you. He'd finally settled on a restaurant you had been talking about trying for a month now.

"Aubrey, how did you know I wanted to eat here?" You asked, leaning forward. Your eyes excitedly bouncing between the menu and Aubrey.

"You've been talking about it," he shrugged, trying his hardest to be nonchalant about it.

"Aubrey- I mentioned it once, like, a month ago." You laughed a bit in disbelief.

"And?"

"And how do you remember something like that?"

"It sounded important to you, why wouldn't I want to remember it?"

He'd be lying if he didn't say he enjoyed that look on your face. A mixture of disbelief and being heard - actually heard.

"Now, I'm thinking we go family style on this bad boy and see what all the fuss is about." Aubrey leaned forward, both of you so close to the other. If the flowers in the middle of the table weren't in the way he just might have leaned in for kiss.

"You sure you can leave some food for me?" You teased, your eyes sparkling in a way that made Aubrey realize he never wanted to see your eyes without it.

"Sweetheart, I'd leave all of it for you if you asked."

"Liar," you laughed.

"Alright some of it, but that's better than none!"

[gurugirl]

Mint Chocolate Chip | Check-in 9*

Summary: Based on this ask. You and Harry take a much needed vacation.

A/N: Enjoy this smutty fun beach vaca featuring a bit of jealousrry. 6k words (went a little overboard).

Warning: 18+ only, NSFW, this is kidnapper!harry x reader and so this might not be your thing, smut, possessiveness and jealousy, punishment, and plenty of fluff.

Mint Chocolate Chip Masterlist

Harry had gotten spooked pretty badly when you were recognized at the restaurant and then when you both saw your face on the news on your birthday. He knew you would just tell anyone who questioned you that you were with him willingly. But that didn’t make him feel a whole lot better about it. He didn’t like the questions or the prying. You two had been in your little bubble in his house for long enough that you’d both gotten used to the way things were.

But he couldn’t keep you trapped inside forever.

Well, actually he could if he wanted. He had all the means to do it and he had your complicity. Your loyalty.

And in many ways that all appealed to him. Locking you inside and never letting you out again after that disaster of a dinner outing and knowing your face had been on the news and people were looking for you.

Making you happy, though, was also important to him. You’d proven your devotion to him. You weren’t going anywhere. You had many chances to break free and run away during the random days when he was not in the house for hours at a time. You were allowed in the backyard and could even simply unlock the front door and walk away. But you were always there waiting for him when he returned.

Which was why he wanted to show you his gratitude.

It was time to take you on a vacation. To a place somewhere you could both be out in the open and where no one would recognize you.

He’d researched places and vacation types. States with pretty mountains and cabin retreats. Beaches in California and Florida.

“What do you like better? Going to the beach? Or like a big city? Mountains?”

You looked up from the book you were reading. You had her legs draped over Harry’s thighs as you rested on the couch after dinner. He had been intently looking at something on his phone.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean for vacation. You and me. I was thinking we could go somewhere for a week. What do you like best for a vacation?” Harry reworded.

You put your book down and slid your legs off Harry, sitting up straight as youx` faced him, “You want to take me on a vacation?”

“Of course, I do. Think it would be good for us both.”

The idea of going on a vacation with Harry worried you a little. You definitely would have enjoyed laying on a beach somewhere with him and eating seafood under a palapa but you were worried about being spotted. About Harry getting upset or nervous. Honestly, you worried more about him than you did yourself, which was crazy when you thought about that with a rational mind.

“Um… I would love to go to a beach. See the ocean. But how can we do that?”

Harry knew you couldn’t fly anywhere. He was certain the moment you got to the airport and checked in your name would be flagged in the system and the police would be called. He considered getting you a fake ID and passport but the vacation idea had been spontaneous and he didn’t have that much time to put something together like that.

“We’d take a road trip. Rent a small beach house or something.”

“A road trip. To a beach somewhere. Okay. I like the sound of that.”

.           .           .

Between you and Harry, you both found a beautiful small beach in Northern California and picked a one-bedroom beach house on Airbnb, not right on the beach, but across the street and up a path. It was an eight-hour drive away, but it would be fun, and you two planned on stopping at the small diners and antique shops along the way.

You had it all mapped out. The spots you’d stop at if you had time, the route that took you to a mom-and-pop hamburger spot that had glowing reviews, a nearby small-town museum you could pop into, and a lake with hiking trails to stretch your legs.

When you arrived in Cloverdale the first stop was the hamburger dive. It was cute. You both stretched as you climbed out of the vehicle and Harry looked so… young… unbothered. You hadn’t seen him look like this ever. Perhaps it was the fact that he could be out with you and not have to worry at all. That he wasn’t keeping you in his house as his captive. It was as if something had been lifted. He’d been unburdened.

You slid your hand into his and stood on your tiptoes to kiss his chin, “I’m hungry. How about you?”

The burgers were good but the tater tots were the star of the meal. Both you and Harry agreed. You got a vanilla milkshake with strawberry topping stirred in and Harry got an iced coffee.

You skipped the museum but decided on a quick peek at the park with the lake and the trails.

It felt nice to be on your feet and walking around outside. The town was beautiful and the little park hidden at the center was cute and maybe even nicer than the photos you’d seen online.

The last few hours to the beach house were peaceful. The traffic was nearly nonexistent. You could feel the last bits of stress and anxiety fall away and Harry’s sudden demeanor lightened even more.

The house was cute. It was in a small neighborhood with a handful of other small houses. A trail at the end of the road led you down to the beach and the ocean could be seen from the living room window.

But before you could really get into vacation mode it was necessary to get some groceries. The house had all the basics already. Coffee, salt, oil, water, and even a bottle of wine from one of the nearby vineyards, courtesy of the host.

The small shop up the road had everything you needed. You perused the wines while Harry loaded the basket with food you two might want during your week. You’d planned on going out to eat as well, but much of your time would be spent lounging on the beach and sleeping in, according to Harry.

“That’s my favorite one. It’s a good price too,” you heard a voice from behind you as you were looking down at a bottle of a red blend. You turned to find a young man looking over your shoulder.

You lifted the bottle up, “Really? Well, then I guess I’ll add this to the basket,” you said with a smile as you placed it in your small cart.

“Lots of good wineries around here. We’re pretty proud of the grapes that come from this area. You new here or just passing through?”

“Oh, just sort of passing through. Staying for a week just a few blocks away. Small beach vacation.”

“Interesting. Not many people choose this town for a beach vacation. What made you choose it?”

“Um… well it just seemed so quant and nice. Plus all the vineyards nearby and trails.”

“You’ll be around for a week? Where are you staying?”

You shot your gaze toward Harry who was already looking at you from the other side of the small shop with an unreadable expression, “Yeah. A week. Just got in today. And, uh, me and my boyfriend are staying not too far from here. Rented an Airbnb close to the beach.”

The young man’s brows raised, “Ahh… I wasn’t sure if he was a boyfriend or uncle…” he laughed quietly. You frowned.

Harry was a bit older than you but you didn’t imagine he looked like an uncle. And you were already losing your patience with the guy. He hadn’t done anything wrong but you weren’t used to small talk with strangers anymore. The guy was grating.

Suddenly Harry’s warm hand was on your shoulder as he pulled you into himself. His other arm reached around your frame and held it out to the young man, “I’m Harry, this is my girlfriend, Y/n. You are?”

The guy grinned and reached out to grasp Harry’s hand in a shake that seemed far too aggressive and you weren’t sure if the jostle of the shake came from Harry’s end or the other’s.

“Chris. Nice to meet you both,” his hand fell back down to his side as Harry brought his other palm up to your arm, holding you a bit possessively, “I was just sharing with Y/n here about the great wineries we’ve got nearby. Some of the best wine in the world comes from this region.”

“Is that so? We’ll be sure to enjoy some of the best wines during our stay here then. But, we do have to be going so… It was a pleasure to meet you.”

Harry pulled you away and guided you to the register to buy everything. You hadn’t experienced Harry being jealous before. You’d never had the opportunity. And you weren’t sure that that was what that was just now but you also weren’t dumb. You knew Harry was very possessive of you.

On the car ride back you picked a radio station and pulled a bottle of wine from the bag, “Can’t wait to crack this one open. Says it’s reminiscent of strawberries straight off the vine,” you read from the label.

Harry smiled at you and nodded, “Yeah that does sound good. We can drink it on the beach if you want. I’m ready to get my toes in the sand.”

So that’s just what you did. You put your bathing suits on and stuffed a bag with towels and the bottle of wine before walking up the trail to the lovely sandy beach and finding a spot to toss your towels and uncork the bottle.

The sun was already beginning to set and the wind had picked up but it was still nice and balmy. The backdrop of the waves crashing and birds soaring above, the smell of the ocean, and a few stragglers walking in the distance felt very much like you were living in a romantic movie.

Harry handed you the bottle of wine and you laughed, realizing you both forgot cups or glasses but also just tossing aside concern for that small detail. You brought the bottle up to your lips and took a drink of the red blend, which turned out, your pallet was not quite sensitive enough to pick up a single strawberry-from-the-vine note the label boasted.

You looked back down at the bottle as you gulped the red liquid down your throat and pointed at the label, “Tastes nothing like strawberry. But it’s good.” You smiled as you handed the bottle to Harry who mimicked you in putting the bottle to his lips to take a drink.

He laughed as he brought the bottle down and shook his head, “It’s like those wine tasters who put in notes of pencil shaving and charred almonds. I never taste those sorts of things. Just tastes like…” you both grinned and said the word “wine!” in unison as you laughed.

Despite the lack of strawberry flavor the bottle of wine, Harry’s company, and the sand under your toes felt incredible.

Harry pulled you into his chest so you were sitting between his legs and had your back against him. The whole scene was romantic. You were outside on the beach with a bottle of wine in your lover’s arms as you watched the sunset slowly until the sky was pink and purple and orange on the horizon.

Harry nipped at your neck and sighed making you giggle and pull away but he held you tight and laughed into your neck, “So, Chris was awfully friendly. What did he say to you before I got there?”

You rolled your eyes but kept the grin on your face, “He was just talking about the vineyards and the wine. Recommended this one,” you said as you tapped the empty bottle, “Asked why we chose this spot for vacation. That was it really.”

“So he’s nosey. And he has questionable taste in wine.”

You snickered and shook your head to turn and look at him, “Were you jealous?”

Harry squinted his eyes at you and licked his lips before looking out toward the ocean, “Of course not.”

You leaned back into him and smiled. He definitely was.

.           .           .

When you walked back to the little house up the trail Harry kept hold of your hand. You hadn’t had many moments with him away from his house. Having him holding your hand and keeping you steady as you stepped carefully over the small rocks and the sand along the dark trail made you feel like you did when you were a kid. It was fun and the darkness was exciting. But it also gave you a sense of safety with his hand wrapped around yours as he led you carefully through the path. But there was also the fact that you’d had half a bottle of wine.

“I’m already having so much fun, Harry,” you said as you entered the house and Harry sat the bag down next to the door.

Harry smirked and locked the door, grabbing your hips and pulling you in, his wine-stained mouth connected to yours in haste. You hadn’t expected it at all. He had been quiet the whole way back, which wasn’t out of the norm for him. Harry wasn’t much of a talker, you did well to fill in the silence with your near-constant rambling. But still, you hadn’t thought he’d be all over you the moment you stepped into the door.

“Let’s go test out that bed,” he spoke quietly and turned you around to walk you toward the bedroom.

Now, the thing was that your sex drive was high. For Harry it was. You were sure that no one else could make you feel the way he did. Obviously, you were a virgin before you met him but he was so good at what he did and the way he made you feel, the way you’d get wet for him in an instant, just the way he trained you, you were usually begging him for his come every night. He liked to act as if he was aloof or didn’t need it because he loved to watch you squirm, hear you beg…

But tonight was different. He wanted you and he was being quite handsy suddenly. Needy even, you’d say. He was already hard in his shorts when he put you on the bed and pulled your bathing suit off.

He gave you little preamble before pasting his lips to your cunt and bringing you to your first orgasm for the night. He made it messy and noisy too. His moans vibrated off your body and sounded through the room as he fed from your pussy. His fingers and hand were drenched and he wiped his face through your folds until he was coated in your arousal from the bridge of his nose to the bottom of his chin. You were breathless and shivering as you called his name.

And you had no time to recover before he was wrecking your insides with his long cock. The bed rocked under his thrusts and his dirty words were whispered into the room, “My pussy, my girl… no one gets to have this. You’re mine, aren’t you?”

You gasped and nodded, unable to form words when your lungs were searching for air from the way he pounded into you, punching into your guts and rendering you a breathy mess under him.

“S’right. My little girl. All these holes are mine to come inside.”

You weren’t in the head space to think about what he was saying. You just knew that yes, you were his. Your holes were his.

But Harry was making a point. He knew he didn’t need to but his jealousy and possessiveness got the best of him when he thought about the way Chris tried talking to you. And he saw the way the guy looked at you. Harry wasn’t dumb. He knows the look.

“Tell me pup,” Harry spoke his words in gasps as he moved in and out of your beautifully tight and warm pussy, “Who do you belong to?”

Your words came out in punched breaths, “You! Harry! I… only you!”

The way Harry was dipping in deep and fast felt so yummy. You loved how he felt when he was connected to you. You imagined that his cock inside of you was like some kind of Lego piece to your little Lego piece. As odd as that sounded – it made sense in your brain. Every time he was inside of you the pieces fit together so nicely and made something even better than they were before. Something bigger. Something complete.

“Fuck, pup! You’re so good. So fucking sweet and you’re all mine. Gonna breed you, baby. Want my babies, pup?”

Harry had been hinting a bit lately. More often than not lately. You didn’t know if it was a heat of the moment kind of thing or if he really wanted to knock you up. But you would happily be a mother to his children if he wanted. And while he was railing you deep with his big cock making you braindead you especially loved that idea.

“Yeah… uhghhh! Yes! Fuck!!” His pounding didn’t let up and the bed underneath only got louder as the springs danced under your back. The thud of Harry’s heavy balls to your skin was wet and you could feel them pressing into you each time he bottomed out.

“M’gonna make you a mommy. Fuck my come into your womb and no one can have you when they see you pregnant with my babies.”

You panted and felt sweat at your temple. Harry’s words were tight and grunted as he spoke between heavy thrusts.

“It’s so deep! Harry!!” It was deep. It felt especially sharp and achy with the way he was punishing your pussy with his cock. But you could handle it. You’d handled him going in harder many times.

Every plunge and smack of skin, the squeak of the mattress, and panted words and gasps only got louder as Harry neared his end. His moans were beautiful. You loved making him feel good like this. Loved when he came inside of you and orgasmed because your pussy felt so good. Because he loved you so much.

“Better feel your pussy squeezing around me again, pup. Come on, baby. Fucking come all over me,” Harry clenched his jaw as he spoke, holding himself back. He wanted one more from you. Selfishly he liked knowing he could make you come over and over again so you knew how good he could take care of you in the way no one else could. And also because he loved how you felt when your pussy spasmed around his cock as he came, the way you milked him and his balls drained into his cock and poured into your body as you shivered and pulsed around his throbbing dick.

Your ears began to ring as you started to come again. Harry’s thick tip was continuously poking into your little spot on the inside that made your toes curl and that did you in. The stretch and the deep thrusts into your soft aching little part on the inside had you shaking and shouting his name in orgasm.

Harry saw stars as he finally allowed himself to drain into you, fucking himself in as deep as possible so his come would stick and get in deep, his wide crown pushing it up into your guts. Your slick, hot walls wrung his cock out like a rag, making all of her sperm drip into you with each pulse and contraction from your little muscle. He was rendered silent as he felt himself being siphoned by you. His mouth hung open and he trembled over you, his arms barely holding himself up, his thighs quivering… he hadn’t realized he’d been so on edge. He was responding to your pussy the way you responded to his cock.

And of course, the rest of the night was sweet and soft. Harry helped you clean up and doted on you. You both lay together on the couch and watched TV as you faced Harry so you could watch him. You loved looking at him and rubbing your hands over his tattooed chest and upward to the scruff on his neck and face. You kissed his nipples and sighed to yourself about how lucky you felt as you fell asleep in his arms.

The next few days were all spent in the dizzying heat on the sand and splashing around in the ocean a little. The waves were strong so you didn’t go in too deep, at Harry’s urging, “Don’t want you to get hurt, pup. Stay close to the shallow parts.”

You visited a vineyard attached to a winery and bought a case of wine that you both loved to bring back home with you. And every night the sex was filled with lots of dirty talk of getting you knocked up and making you a mommy.

But last night, Harry had gone easy on you. He didn’t pound into you or make you sore all over like he often did. No spankings or hair pulling. He fucked you sweet and slow and kept his cock stuffed inside of you until he’d long softened in order to make it stick. Make the come stay inside and get you where he wanted you.

So that meant that today you were feeling extra spicy. A soft fucking sometimes meant you turned into a bit of a brat afterward or the following day. There was something in you that needed the brutal fuckings in order to keep you subdued.

You were on the towel and pulled your bikini top off as you laid flat on your tummy so you could get a tan on your back but Harry swatted your bottom as he hovered over you possessively, “What the fuck are you doing, pup? Want everyone to see your tits?”

You giggled and looked up at the man, “Just needed a nice tan. Don’t worry. You’re the only one that gets to see the front, Harry. Don’t be so boring.”

Harry scoffed. He was anything but boring and you knew it. But he knew the game you were playing.

He looked around and the beach was mostly empty. There were some people in the distance but no one would see what he was about to do.

“Boring?” He said as he yanked you up by your arm, your tits out. He pulled you into his lap and draped you across his thighs as he pulled your bikini bottoms down just enough that he could spank you hard.

You grinned as you yelped at each of his rough smacks and felt your backside burn from the sensitive skin of your bottom getting a beating. You kicked your legs and turned to look at Harry, “Hey! I don’t deser-“Your back talk was cut short when he issued you another spanking.

“You deserve exactly what I give you,” another strike to the exposed flesh of your ass, “Went too soft last night and now you’re acting like a little terror.”

You put your face into the crook of your arm as Harry continued punishing you right there on the beach with your tits bare against the towel, small granules of sand covering your damp skin.

When he felt you were finally somewhat mellowed he lifted you up and handed you your bikini top.

“Put this back on right now or we’re going back to the house.”

As if that were a punishment for you. He’d only gotten you even more worked up with the spankings and now your nipples were hard and your pussy was wet. You bit your lip and gave him a look of challenge but you put your bikini top on. Your ass couldn’t handle another swat. You were sure of it.

But now the problem was you couldn’t sit on your bottom at all over the towel and the small bits of sand were irritating your rear.

“I’ve got to go get into the water for just a bit. Come with me.” You stood up and gave Harry your sweetest puppy dog eyes.

Harry shook his head, “Gonna stay right here. You go on. But don’t go in too deep.”

As you walked away Harry became very aware of how red your ass and your thighs were. Your bikini bottoms covered the most severe markings but the parts that were exposed were very obviously red and spanked. He rolled his eyes, hoping no one saw what he had.

Once you got into the ocean and let the cool water soothe your bottom you turned to look back at Harry and waved at him and then stuck your tongue out. You didn’t know why you’d done it. You were just in a mood. You needed him to obliterate you since it was your last full day. Something about being on vacation and being in public with him really did something to you. Made you feel naughty and liberated all at once. You were having a really good time on your little getaway. It was just what you both had needed.

“Water’s great today!” You heard a familiar voice and turned your head to see Chris.

“It really is! The waves aren’t too crazy either. Haven’t really been able to get in too deep.”

Chris walked into the water toward you with a grin on his face, “Oh no? Are you not used to swimming in the ocean? There’s a technique you know.”

You shook your head, “No. Haven’t swum much in the ocean. The waves are so strong that they pull me under,” you laughed as you lowered your bottom half down to let the water submerge up to your rib cage.

“I could teach you. It’s not too difficult. Just some basic rules for when the waves are coming at you. It’ll make you safer in the water too.”

“Oh… well. Okay!” You looked out to where Harry was and realized he was lying flat on his back. He hadn’t even noticed that Chris was talking to you. You smiled to yourself just knowing that when he realized you were out here with him he’d probably come out into the water with you finally.

Chris gave you an example as a small wave came ashore jumping into it as it neared and explained how the timing was important. He held your hand to help you jump into the waves so you got the feel for how you should be moving into the water.

“Okay, now let’s do it a little more in the shallow so the waves feel stronger. You’ll see.”

You followed him closer toward the shore and you could feel the waves more intensely.

Suddenly Chris’s chattering stopped, “Are you… okay? Did you get dragged on your butt in the sand from the waves?” He seemed genuinely worried about the state of your bottom.

You laughed and nodded. Actually, that was a great excuse. You kind of wanted to tell him that your lover had just spanked you for being a brat but you were sure Harry would hate that, “Yes. Like I said. I am not a strong swimmer so I got taken down in the water to the sand on my butt.” You laughed.

Chris squinted and you realized he was inspecting your bottom a bit too closely when suddenly you heard Harry, both of you turning to see the tall man with broad shoulders stomping his way toward you. Uh oh.

“Let’s go. We need to get some lunch.” Harry fumed.

“Oh, but Chris is just showing me how to swim in the ocean properly. He’s just trying to help me stay safe.”

Harry did not like this one bit. He didn’t like that Chris had been ogling your backside with his red handprints all over, or that he was near you in the ocean at all. And that he was acting as if he was trying to protect you somehow. That was Harry’s job.

“Is he now? And what’s the best way to go about that, Chris?” Harry said as he began to slosh into the water nearing you until he was at your side in the water, “Because from what I just saw you were more so staring at her bottom. Is that how you show her to stay safe?”

Chris’s eyes got wide as he shook his head, “No! Of course not! She told me that she’d gotten taken down by a wave and that her butt hit the sand. I was just concerned because that’s really a lot,” he cleared his throat keeping his eyes on Harry.

“Your concern is noted. Now,” he looked back down at you, putting his hands at your shoulders and leading you out of the water, “Let’s get going before the waves take you down again, pup.”

You smiled and waved at Chris, “Bye! Thank you so much for trying to help keep me safe,” twisting the proverbial knife in just a bit more. You knew Harry would be fuming by the time you two got back into the house.

And he was. But fuming might have been an understatement. It was the first time Harry’d had to deal with such a thing with you.

When the door was locked, Harry kept his hands at your shoulders as he spoke into your ear with seething wrath, “What the fuck is wrong with you? Why don’t you behave when I fuck you softly? Hmm? You need to be treated like a slutty brat when I fuck you don’t you? Need to be smacked around a little?”

Harry let go of you as he pushed you down to your knees and lowered his swim trunks just enough that his cock was out.

“Suck til I’m hard then I’m gonna treat you like you the way you seem to want.”

You nodded and smirked as you began working on his cock, spitting and licking and sucking all around him. He grew hard in your mouth and hands fast. His length was always a shock to you when you saw it up close. Harry’s dick was big. But that was part of what made you love having him fuck you. You loved being wrecked by him.

When you began to bob over him, spit covering his cock to his base he gathered your hair up and pushed you down on him, holding you in place with both hands, “Mouth needs bruised just like your bottom,” he groaned as he filled your tight throat, causing your eyes to water with your nose brushing into his pelvis.

You grabbed onto his thighs as he began to slowly roll his hips into you. He bit his lip and closed his eyes to just feel you. He didn’t want to give you the pleasure of hearing him moan.

The way he was fucking your mouth wasn’t too out of the ordinary. Though he normally was a bit more vocal you figured it was part of the punishment you knew you deserved. You gurgled and gagged around him as he continued stuffing himself into you and you knew to just take it.

When he pulled out you gasped and swallowed but then leaned forward to put him back in your mouth but he only pulled your hair harder to keep your lips off of him. He pulled you up by your hair and then pushed you against the couch, so you were bent over the arm with your red bottom facing up.

The sudden movements were unexpected but the moment he buried himself into your pussy, splitting you in half you sighed and cooed at him, “Fuck me. God yes!”

Harry rolled his eyes and shook his head. You were incorrigible. Impossible to correct at times. But fuck if he didn’t love you and the way you took him.

He gave you no mercy as he began railing you deep, the couch being pushed the slightest and banging into the wall, “You don’t get to come. You’re only here to hold my sperm and take your punishment. Maybe then you’ll turn into a good girl.”

His hand held you down by the back of your head into the cushion as he continued bucking into your pussy, reaching deep into your tummy. The delicious sound of wet cunt being fucked and stuffed repeatedly had your head spinning. You could record the sound of yourself getting railed and get off on that alone.

Harry pushed his fingers into your hair to grip harder and put his other hand at your low back to keep you down as you kept arching your back and trying to push yourself onto him harder. You wanted it harder.

Harry finally let out a choked groan as he felt you clench hard and watched his cock fuck into you. He would never grow tired of fucking your little pussy and watching your soft skin turn red from his fingers and spankings. Your face was smushed into the couch but he could see your mouth was wide open and your eyes were shut. He loved that you loved it.

Suddenly he lifted you up by your hair so he could speak filth into your ear, “Little slutty wet hole all f’me. Puppy wants my come and my cock all the fucking time. Isn’t that right?”

You tried nodding but his grip was tight as his chest was pressed into your back, his hips rolling into you in punishing thrusts.

“Gonna come inside of your cunt and over and over again until we leave tomorrow. Teach you a lesson about being needy and slutty. Always soaked for me and begging to be stuffed full,” his words came out in gasps and you could tell he was about to come.

You sighed and licked your lips as you let him use you for his pleasure, happy to take whatever he gave you.

When his grip tightened harshly at your hair and his wet lips licked your ear he moaned and jerked his hips into you, his balls pressed against you tightly as he throbbed and pumped his come into your tummy.

He breathed hard and pulled his other arm around your middle as he held you close to his chest, filling you to the brim with his sperm.

You hissed when his cock reached into you so deep and he kept himself submerged in that achy spot, never letting up pushing into you. It felt as if he was going to tear your pussy in two for a moment.

As he came down, his harsh grip on your hair and around your middle loosened as he lowered you back to the couch and finally pulled himself out.

You lay quietly and sweetly as you caught your breath. You hadn’t come, of course, but you were certainly feeling the flow of endorphins from making Harry come.

And just like always, he tenderly helped you clean up, kissed you, and spoke to you as if you were the best thing he’d ever had, “Took it like a good girl. Such a soft little pussy, but even better is that I get you and your pretty eyes and these beautiful lips. What would I do without you? Huh?”

“I love you, Harry.”

Harry grinned as he smoothed his hands over your naked body, “I know pup. I love you too.”

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[taesancult]

BND legal line reaction to you teasing them at public !?? I feel like taesan and leehan won’t show a single expression at first even they know what your intentions are but they will lead you somewhere else and make it clear that you were wrong for assuming that they would let it go easily

ehehe i love this concept so much! i had a lot of fun writing this, which is why it took me a bit longer because i rlly put my pea brain to good use <3 (i am so sorry this ended up being so long my bad-)

warnings: fem!reader dirty talk, being downbad in public, i went overboard in taesan’s (degradation + hair pulling in his).

18+ stuff under the cut. mdni.

sungho: definitely laughs at the audacity of you to tease him. at first, he might not even notice. if you were to abruptly bend over in front of him, he’d kinda just raise his eyebrow but pay it no mind. however, when you get more aggressive with your little game, he quickly starts to get the idea. it would go from bending over in front of him to literally not keeping your hands off of him. it would start innocently, maybe putting your hand on his thigh, but wouldn’t stay that way. at one point, you just fully grab his cock in his pants just to rile him up and he’s so taken aback all he does is look at you for a moment and then laughs. “you can’t control yourself, can you?” and you would pout at him and nod your head, agreeing with him. “i can’t, not when you look so good i mean you’re in a crop top!” he would just laugh at you again, a sweet smile on his face because he truly can’t resist you. he’d take you home and literally fuck you SO good- he’s not one to deny you, he’ll give you what you want.

riwoo: teasing is like torture for him. he gets easily shy, and you absolutely take advantage of that. you would be out on a cute lil date, but all you could focus on is how good he looks. his big bright eyes, his precious smile, his perfect dancer body- wait…yeah you were having a hard time and were determined to make him suffer with you. you whispered in his ear, snaking a hand under his shirt to touch his sensitive skin, and he would be so gone. all it takes is you saying “my riwoo~ you’re so pretty you know that? you look even prettier when you cum so hard for me” and he’s blushing and rushing to take you home so you can do exactly what you talked about. he doesn’t even have the patience to tell you off about how MEAN it is to tease a man, he just wants to go home so he can have you all to himself. lawd- do i love this man

jaehyun: baby boy is so dramatic, i mean clearly. it’s so hard to tease him in public because he’s the least coy guy (i love u myungjae never change). he’s the type to raise his voice just a bit if you were to whisper something in his ear, telling you that you can’t say things like that in public! you would give his neck a gentle kiss before whispering in his ear, saying “wanna go home? i really want you, i’m so wet for you.” and he’s like ??? he gets all blushy telling you “please, you can’t say things like that.” his response would make you smirk, causing you to want to push his buttons a little. “why don’t we go home and you fuck me with that pretty cock of yours?” you would say in his ear again, licking it just to really rile him up. he would flinch at the feeling, and nod his head then letting you take his hand to lead the way home. the fact that you teased him makes him cum even faster than usual because his mind was running a mile a minute thinking about your sweet pussy.

taesan: oh he’s a fun one to tease, especially if you’re a bratty kinda person. he gets so pissed it’s almost comical. however, you would never know because he’s good at keeping it contained. when you weren’t looking he would be glaring at you, giving you the worst side eye, and plotting how he was going to ruin you. he would giving you a warning, whispering in your ear, “no one really likes desperate sluts, do they?” LIES! he loves this side of you. so, when you persist and don’t listen to his warning, that’s when he takes you away. he would take you to a private spot and as soon as he knows the two of you are in a closed off area, he grabs your hair to make sure you’re looking directly at him. he would stare at you for a second, seeing the way you were looking at him with such excited eyes, before saying “you’re such a whore, what am i going to do with you?” you would pout at him. “i need you so bad. feel!” you’d whine out as you guided his hand under your bottoms, so he could feel your soaking cunt. he would glide his fingers through your folds. he would smirk, taking his hand out and of course licking his soaked fingers while looking directly at you. he wouldn’t do anything else, just laugh a bit and walk away.

leehan: this man does not care. you could be slutting yourself out in front of everyone to get his attention and he wouldn’t even be phased. he would just smile and laugh, making your blood absolutely boil as he’s so unbothered. if you bend over, causing you tits to be exposed, he would just say “you’re really desperate huh?” you were giving him a show, and he was enjoying it to his heart’s content seeing you so needy. he was playing a game with you, and he found it so funny seeing how frustrated you were getting when he wouldn’t react. once you finally get home, he changes completely. he’s blunt, saying “alright, you want my cock? you can have it all you want, pretty girl.” and would quite literally jump you. he’s another man that wouldn’t deny you. he’s not going to punish you for simply wanting him, he finds it cute! he would make sure to take such good care of you, fucking you until you physically can’t take it anymore.

[charkie-ee]

team bolas rojas gas masks designs??

in THIS day and age?????

it may be more likely than you think..

this was my first time drawing a series of different gas masks, no idea if they’re accurate at all, but it was really fun!!

**notes & closeups under the cut :-D**

it’s a lot of notes so be prepared for an info dump.

NOTES:

Philza: honestly, what more is there to say than “CROW MAN!!”? aside from his goggles being glow-in-the-dark, theres not much more to the mask design. however, i decided, “hey! this is purgatory! i can fuck up these characters!” so, he has a ripped ear(?)wing and messily cut back hair. (i didn’t pay too much attention to the hair in this design, i was mainly trying to get the gas masks down, but maybe i’ll go further into later.)

Cellbit: this is definitely one of my favorites, he looks pretty scary, i would NOT stop my car if i saw him on the side of the road. its based off of a cat mask(obviously) and a painted white streak goes through his mask, inspired by his hair. i didn’t include it, but circles in the goggles are supposed to retract with different emotions (kind of how cat’s eyes do, saucer and dagger pupils.) he’s also covered in blood because he’s going through it lore wise.

Slimecicle: ngl, it was my first time drawing code charlie(other than all the wips i have that i’ll never finish),but i think he’s pretty spooky. his mask is the worst quality, like it USED to work well until he wore it out. thus, there are broken air tubes that let the gas in. (he should probably get those replaced.) the holes for his horns are kind of like an airlock, so the gas can’t enter through them (phil helped him make it.) however, it makes it difficult to take off.

Baghera: baghera’s mask is kind of built like charlie’s, except in much better quality. aside from the loose air tubes, the mask almost goes all the way around her head, not letting even the slightest bit of gas in. theres also a plastic duck beak on top of the regular breathy-thing(i have no idea what i’m doing, so, no, i don’t know the technical term for that) to give it the “bird touch.”

Jaiden: jaiden’s mask was FUN. like i kinda went overboard. i did these all on different days, and this was the night after the big egg battle day. i saw she had fnaf bonnie ears along with her bird gas mask, and said “ok cool. i’ll add that.” she has the same feather/beak thing i gave to baghera. also, hair-wise, she gets a hair bun and her brown roots showing through(we love messy haired cubitos ^^)

Foolish: foolish was interesting, not sure i like the final product, but i’m tired, so it’ll do. his mask is based off of a lemon shark. he gas glowing green eyes and golden splotches on the leather. the air tube foolish has is REALLY long. like unnaturally long. so he wraps it around his neck to get it out of the way. the other members are extremely concerned it’ll choke him one day, but foolish thinks it’s cool and will scare other teams away. kind of like a “yea, i’m crazy, i could choke and die at any minute, and i don’t care.” phil, being the protective father figure of the group, does not like this at all.

Carre: and finally, we have carre. ah, sweet, sweet carre.(he is my favorite.) his mask is based off of a snow leopard because i hc he’s half feline. carre has the lightest, and most simple mask, since it’s entirely plastic, and more so based off of skiing or snowboarding goggles.

ANYWAY, i hope these notes make sense, excuse my rambling about silly designs, i tend to doodle messily, and not really have a plan when i draw, lol.

thanks for reading, BYE!

[wonfilms]

LOOKING AFTER SKZ WHEN THEY'RE DRUNK (HYUNG LINE : PART 1 )

contains.  - lee know and chan being drunk, not proofread, suggestive jokes (in lee know’s), kissing + non sexual nudity (in bangchan’s) 

a/n. - i’ll be posting changbin and hyunjin’s seperately because i went a bit overboard with both of these. reblogs and comments are very much appreciated, because writers put a lot of time into their content and it's nice to receive a bit of love and feedback ❤️

lee know is a absolute menace when he’s drunk but you’ve got to admit it’s quite entertaining. when you got a phone call from bang chan asking for you to come pick minho up, you immediately knew lee know was probably hammered. he didn’t drink often but when he did,  he got tipsy after a few shots. when you arrived at chan’s place to pick lee know up you opened the door to your drunk boyfriend immediately pulling you into a huge hug rocking back and forth.

 “missed yoouuuuu” he slurred, he was giggling and leaning all of his body weight on your shoulder whilst he cuddled you in the hallway . you said goodbye to chan (and the rest of the boys that were blowing the roof off with how loud they were screaming) , before you drove back to your own apartment. he struggled with the door completely missing the keyhole with his key, failing to unlock it while he pouts. you laughed at his actions and unlocked the door for him to save his poor soul from leaving his body. “mmm i could’ve done that mysellfff- !” he groaned as you let him into your home.

“sure you could’ve min” you smiled as you helped him shrug off his jacket. “c’mon let’s get out of these clothes, they seem uncomfy” you said pressing a kiss to his forehead before leading him up the stairs. 

 you instantly regretted your wording when your boyfriend smirked, “you know if you wanted me naked for you, you could just ask, pretty ” . you narrowed your eyes at him as he “you’re proud of that one aren’t you?” you questioned as he flops down on the bed , laying on his back. “my proposition still stands, you know your clothes look uncomfy too , you could take them off too ” he says calmly.

he’s unaware of the way the heat started rising to your cheeks at his words. you threw a pillow at him to shut him up whilst he starts taking off his clothes.  you break into a laugh at the way he struggles to take of his shirt as it get’s stuck at his ears. you walk over to your boyfriend and help him tug it off. he looks up at you with half-lidded eyes and ruffled hair, making your heart flutter at the sight.

you pull him into the bathroom while he groans,   “nooooooo” you whines as you tug at his arm, sitting him on the counter before leaning over to grab the face wash. he surprisingly sits still while you wash your face and put the toothpaste on his toothbrush for him. he brushes his teeth while you get a towel out of the cupboard to dry his face with. you follow him back to the bedroom , watching as he rubs his eyes sleepily. 

“’m tired now” he complains, earning a yelp out of your lips as he topples back on the bed dragging you along, pulling you on top of him. your torso’s pressed against his and you can feel the rhythm of his steady heartbeat underneath you. you go to move before you realise that he’s out cold. you gently slip out of his arms to turn off the night lamp next to the bed before laying on the pillow next to him. he looks so peaceful finally, a soft, blissful expression is gracing his features and you feel yourself smiling at him as you pull the comforter over the two of you. 

bangchan doesn’t get drunk. he says he can handle his alcohol but that’s not what happened when the two of you went to the bar to have some fun after a long week. he started off with one shot but before he knew it he’d downed 5 and he couldn’t see straight. chan doesn’t get drunk... well most of the time he doesn’t, and this time was definitely an exception. you sigh in relief that you’d not had a drink so you were still alright to drive the two of you home. he’d walk all wobbly as you lead him back to the car, looking like a lost puppy before you sat him in the passenger seat and buckled him in. 

he looks like someone has just kicked him, a hurt expression painted over his face as he sits in silence on the car ride back to your house, his bottom lip pulled in a defiant pout. after you park, you open your door and start heading to the front door, expecting him to follow you but he sits tight in his seat with his head leaning on the window. 

you stop in your tracks when you see chan isn’t walking behind you and go back to open the door and sit back in your seat. “hey baby what’s up??” you question worriedly , he doesn’t say anything but he does perk up at the sound of your voice, he looks up at you with glossy eyes before pulling you in for a kiss. you gasp at the sudden move but you relax into it all the same. 

his lips are warm and though he tastes slightly bitter from the drinks he was having prior , you can’t help but feel yourself melt into his touch. his hands find their way to your waist before he gives it a gentle squeeze. you pull away before it gets too far, he was still drunk and he was in no state to carry on. he gives you the same hurt expression when you pull away from his lips. you quickly clear your throat “c’mon you’re drunk babe, let’s get homeeee”. you’d have to drag him out of the car and into your home before he finally speaks. you shut the front door before he topples into your arms, “’m tired” he mumbles as he hugs you. 

you smile at his childishness before helping him shrug off his jacket and leading him upstairs into the bathroom. “i’m gonna run a bath chan, then we’ll sleep okay?” you say earning a groan from him. “i don’t wannaaaa...” he says whilst you help him discard his clothes onto the floor. 

“you’ll thank me tomorrow if you take this bath, you’ll feel much better” you say ruffling his hair.  he stands watching you with a towel wrapped around him while you run the bath,  “you’re so pretty” he mutters softly as you close the taps and turn to look at him. 

you take his face in your hands and give his lips a sweet kiss, you smile at him to get in the bath.  “you’re super pretty too chan..”  you say as you take your clothes off and join him. you don’t miss the way his cheeks flush, whether that was because of the hot water or your words... you don’t know. you relax against his chest as he leads his head back against the rim of the bathtub. 

you went out to have a good time but you realised all you really needed was to spend a little time with your sweet boyfriend to cheer up. 

[helloalycia]

the Clarks [five] // alicia clark

summary: you go on a supply run with Alicia and things don't go to plan, leaving her extremely pissed off at you. It takes a reality check for you to understand why.

warning/s: mentions of the dead, injuries, weapons and violence.

author’s note: and this is the final part! such a fun one to write and i do hope the person who requested it liked it! kinda went overboard but you all know the drill with me by now 😂

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After being busied by chores and odd jobs around the stadium and then eating lunch, it was soon time to go on the supply run with the others. Alicia and I met the other two residents by the truck out front and we all made sure we were armed before heading out.

"This strip mall we're heading to should be clear enough, but we haven't had a team check it out in a while, so everyone be on high alert," Alicia warned everyone on the drive over. "Only go after the essentials, if there's any left. Ideally, some more clothes and shoes – stuff like that."

Everybody agreed, a focus in mind, and it was silent the rest of the way. Eventually, we arrived at the abandoned strip mall and Alicia pulled up, the four of us splitting into twos. They took to one side as Alicia and I took to the other.

Unfortunately for me, my thoughts were still on Rick and Alicia earlier, their flirting engraved in my mind and my jealousy still in full throttle. I couldn't help but bring it up.

"So, Madison and I were talking about the new residents earlier," I started, trying to make it sound natural. "Lots of good people joining us, don't you think?"

Alicia hummed as she kept her eyes peeled. "Sure is. It's amazing how big our little community has become."

I nodded in agreement, my grip on my knife tightening. "Yeah. New girl Sally is pretty friendly. Her kid's cute, too."

"Aw, yeah, he's adorable!" Alicia agreed with a smile.

"Yeah... there's Rick, too. What do–" I cleared my throat nervously. "What d'you think of him?"

She thought to herself, distracted by looking into the shop windows. "He's nice enough, I suppose. A bit too flirty for my liking, but nice. Definitely skilled with a knife."

What did that mean? She didn't like his flirty-ness? She did? God's sake, I needed more than that.

"Why? Did he say something?" she asked with confusion, glancing over at me.

I perked up, meeting her confused eyes. "What? No, no. Just wondering. I, er, thought the same."

She began to smile, unsure what I was doing, but nodded. "Right... weirdo."

Thankfully, she got distracted by a small thrift store and nudged me to follow her, and the conversation was dropped. There was lots of options to pick from, since it wasn't looted to the bare bones like other stores were, so we gathered what we could and loaded the truck.

Between that and the few others store, we managed to gather quite a few supplies, odd assortments of things but all that would benefit the stadium in the long run. As we were heading back to the truck, Alicia slowed down to look in the window display of a jewellery store. It looked pretty banged up on the inside, no doubt one of the first places to be looted back when the outbreak began, but Alicia was still intrigued.

"There's probably nothing worthwhile in there," I told her, but she was still up close to the glass, smiling at the rings on display.

"It's still pretty to look at," she pointed out lightheartedly, shooting me a smile before returning her attention to the rings.

Something about how excited she was for the moment made me smile to myself and I couldn't just leave it like this. She clearly wanted it.

"Then what are we waiting for?" I suddenly said, straightening up and going to the door.

There was a couch blocking the doorway, clearly put there by whoever had been here last, but it wasn't going to stop me. I began to lean against it in an attempt to push it out the way.

"Y/N, what are you–? Stop it, what if there's someone in there?" she followed after me, half scolding me and half worried.

"Only one way to find out," I said with a shrug, before finding enough strength to shove the couch forward, and it hit the tiled floor with a loud bang.

"Y/N," Alicia groaned at all the noise, but I ignored her and stepped over the couch to let myself in, before yanking open the other door so she wouldn't have to.

"After you," I said playfully, stepping to the side.

She fixed me with a disapproving stare but walked in, looking around. It was ransacked in there, as expected, but there were a few pieces of jewellery still on the shelves. We took a look around, Alicia warming up once she studied the displays. I could have watched her all day, the beautiful smile on her lips that matched the dazzle in her eyes. Seeing her happy was my favourite thing, as lame as it sounded.

"Okay, maybe you weren't that stupid to come in here," she admitted as we looked around.

"Let's not forget why we came here in the first place," I said with a smile, before leading her to the display window. "This one, right?"

I pulled out the ring from the display, a simple silver band with a gemstone embedded within the the metal. Holding it out to her, I tried to put it on her finger, but it was huge and would have fallen right off if I didn't catch it.

"Well, that was short lived," she said with a sigh, before trying not to laugh as she met my eyes. "Thanks anyway, Y/N. It was a sweet thought."

Unimpressed, I shook my head. "No way. That can't be it." I looked around, before my eyes fell to the stock room in the back. "Aha! There's gotta be more stuff back there. Let me have a look."

"Y/N.”

"Just give me a sec," I told her, before taking the ring with me and heading to the door.

Luckily, it was unlocked and I was able to walk right into a small closet-sized space that had an old, wooden shelf against one wall, full of stock.

"Alicia, I might need you to help me because there's a–" I began to call to her, but I was cut off by intense snarling from my right, and then something grabbed me.

I let out a yelp when I realised it was an infected man, the limited light from the front of the store shining through the door and letting me see his horrendous face. He must have been hiding behind a shelf, too late for me to see, and I struggled against him in the small space.

"Y/N!" I heard Alicia call, but I couldn't reply because if I moved my attention away for even a second, I was sure I'd get bitten.

He was so close to me – hot breath and rancid smell blinding me and burning my nose – that I couldn't find an opening to stab him with the knife in my hand. As I took a swing, he toppled right into me, knocking me backwards and to the floor with a thud. My head took the brunt of it, dazing me momentarily, but the snapping face coming at mine brought me back to reality and I just about managed to grab my knife again, stabbing him in the head before he could do any damage.

A second passed and his snarling ceased and I sighed with relief, feeling dizzy in the head. That's when I heard the creaking coming from my feet, and when I shoved the infected off my body, it was too late. The shelf against the wall suddenly toppled over, everything falling off and hitting the floor around me before the heavy shelf itself landed right on my leg, making me scream at the impact.

"No, no, no, no," Alicia suddenly appeared, taking in the scene, before scrambling for her radio and calling the others. "Guys, I need you at the jewellery store now! Y/N's hurt."

I forced myself to sit up, wincing at the shelf that was trapping my leg, and didn't move another muscle because it was too painful.

"You're such an idiot!" Alicia shouted at me, before kneeling down to grab the shelf. "I told you not to come here!"

As she attempted to lift it, I let out another shout of pain because she wasn't strong enough by herself and it was only making it worse. My leg was definitely broken and I wanted to throw up at how strong the pain was, but I forced my eyes shut and tried to push it away.

"You're so fucking stupid!" she continued to curse me out, but the worry in her voice was obvious. "I told you there'd be infected here!"

As much as I loved a good grilling, my head was still throbbing from before and I was still feeling dizzy, leaning on my arm to steady myself in the spinning room.

Finally, the others turned up and, between the three of them, they managed to lift the shelf up long enough for me to crawl out of it. My leg was definitely fucked though.

Alicia rushed to my side to help me stand, but I was nauseous as soon as I did and couldn't say anything for fear I'd throw up there and then.

"You didn't get bitten, right?" she asked, panicked and checking my face and neck.

I shook my head slowly, leaning my weight against her. "I think I'm gonna pass out, Alicia..."

"Help me get her to the truck," Alicia ordered the others.

After making it back to the truck, just about, we drove back to the stadium speedily, each slight bump making my stomach turn and head throb. Before I knew it, I was in the medbay back at the stadium, being sat upright on a bed and struggling to ease the dizziness.

"Is she gonna be okay?" Nick asked a nurse we had.

A bright light was shone in both my eyes, irritating me, and then the nurse replied, "She's got a mild concussion. Possibly a broken leg. But she'll live."

Nick grabbed my hand and squeezed it gently, and then my moment of peace was ruined when Alicia burst through the door with Madison in tow.

"You fucking fool!" Alicia suddenly snapped at me, glaring ferociously. "You could have died! And for what?! A fucking ring?!"

I winced at every word, her words ringing in my ear.

"She's concussed, Alicia," Nick told her sternly. "You're not helping!"

Alicia clenched her jaw, eyes full of tears, and after glaring at me once more, she left the room, slamming the door behind her. I jumped at the sound, surprised at how angry she was at me. Nick gave me a disapproving look but said nothing, and all I kept thinking was how badly I'd messed up.

After being checked out by the nurse fully and having some medication, I fell asleep with a broken but bandaged leg that I couldn't put weight on for a while. I woke up to Nick by my side, who immediately gave me some water and helped me sit upright.

The look he was giving me wasn't easy to ignore, so after downing my pills, I returned his stare.

"What?"

He blinked. "Y/N, what happened out there? Alicia is pissed."

I sighed, Alicia's angry expression imprinted in my mind. "We were at a jewellery store and I went in the back. There was an infected I didn't see, that's all. It got out of hand, but I handled it."

"Handled it?" he asked with exasperation. "You broke your leg and got a concussion!"

"Only a mild concussion," I corrected, before adding, "and I'm alive, aren't I?"

He shook his head, annoyed. "You have to be careful, you idiot. Your life isn't worth some stupid jewellery. Why were you even in there? We don't need that stuff here."

Feeling bad for worrying him, I said, "Alicia wanted to look and I just– I thought it would be nice, y'know? Make things feel a little normal again."

He sighed, his head in his hands. I frowned slightly, the guilt sinking in.

"Is she still mad? I asked, hoping she'd have cooled off by now.

"Uh-huh."

I chewed on my lip nervously, wondering how I'd get her to forgive me. Nick left to go and get Madison, who wanted to be called in when I'd woken up, and I hoped Alicia would stop by, too. But the blonde turned up alone.

"Madison," I breathed out, still happy to see her, even though she didn't look impressed.

"I'll save you the lecture," she began, taking my hand in hers, "but it was pretty stupid."

"I know," I agreed tiredly. "I'm sorry."

To my relief, she really did save me the lecture, instead squeezing my hand comfortingly.

"Is, er, is Alicia coming?" I asked lamely. "I wanted to apologise to her."

Madison smiled apologetically. "Maybe not so soon, hon. She's really angry."

"Right. I guess that's fair."

I had hoped to see Alicia over the next day when I was kept in the medbay, expecting her to at least visit me, even if it was just to shout at me, but she didn't. It stung a little, but I also felt horrible knowing that I'd pissed her off this much.

When I was finally allowed to leave, with the aid of some crutches, the first place I headed was to Alicia's quarters to pay her a visit. I knocked on nervously, anticipating what could happen, and then the door opened to reveal the Clark girl.

"Hey, remember me?" I joked, hoping to lighten the mood, and she simply rolled her eyes, about to close the door in my face.

"Wait!" I said, sticking my crutch in the way, and she stopped.

"What?" she snapped, green eyes darkened with fury.

Losing my humour, I met her eyes. "You didn't visit me."

"If I did, I would have strangled you."

Licking my lips at the awkwardness, I said, "Alicia, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you. But I thought you'd at least–"

I went quiet. Well, I thought she'd at least visit. She'd never been this mad before, not at me and not for something so minor. And the longer I fell quiet, the more her jaw clenched and she stared daggers into my eyes.

"Can we please just forget it happened?" I asked instead. "Move on?"

Without another second wasted, she said, "Whatever," then closed the door in my face.

I stared at it in awe, stunned at her behaviour. How could she still be mad at me, even after apologising?

Unsure what else to do, I left her place to go and sulk in the stadium's stands which were empty. What else could I possibly do for Alicia to forgive me? I understood I worried her, but I literally apologised and I was okay! She'd never been so mad at me before...

As I got lost in thoughts of the green-eyed girl, sulking and thinking and wondering what I could do, I almost missed Madison finding me and joining my side.

"You seen Alicia?" she asked, knowing I was going to talk to her daughter earlier. "How'd it go?"

I shook my head, still surprised at what occurred. "Not good at all. She's still so angry and I just– I don't understand why! It was an accident, Madison, and I apologised!"

Madison glanced at me from the seat beside me, quirking a brow, and I was even more confused.

"What?" I asked. What had I missed?

She sighed heavily, earning my attention, and looked me in the eyes. "Y/N, hon, I'm saying this with love," she started, "but you're so blind to what's in front of you."

Blind, and apparently lost too since I had no idea what she was talking about. She must have noticed, as she rolled her eyes with impatience.

"Alicia cares about you," she said in a knowing tone.

"I know that."

Closing her eyes with pursed lips, she waited a moment before clarifying, "No. She's in love with you, Y/N. She's been in love with you since you were kids. Of course she's angry, but she's mostly hurt. You almost died over something so stupid! Why else would she be like this?"

My jaw dropped as I stammered to find words. "What? She– what– how do you know that?"

Alicia being in love with me? There was no way that could be true. I refused to believe it.

"I know my daughter, very well," she said like it was obvious, before resting a hand on my knee. "And I know you, too. You feel the same, Y/N."

Immediately growing flustered, I avoided her eyes. She knew? How the hell did she know? I was certain I'd hidden it well. I couldn't have hidden it better!

Oh, God, she knew I was in love with her daughter.

"Hey, don't be embarrassed," she suddenly said with a quiet laugh, "it's okay!"

Horrified, I swallowed hard, knowing my face felt as hot as the sun right now. What did I even respond to that?

"I did think you'd have said something to her by now," Madison added. "It's a lot, I know. But, maybe, it's time you came clean and reassured her. Because, quite frankly, I'm sick of watching you both not do anything about it."

If Madison was right about me being in love with Alicia, then surely she was right about Alicia being in love with me? And if that were true, then... holy shit. I guess it made sense why Alicia was so angry at me – or upset, I now realised.

I couldn't find words, not when the confession was shocking me to the core, so I simply nodded slowly in response. At least Madison seemed to be okay with it, the whole me liking her daughter thing.

"You're gonna be fine," she assured me with a small smile, before squeezing my knee and getting up. "I'll leave you to it. Remember to rest your leg, Y/N."

It took me a while to accept the fact that maybe Madison had been right, myself reliving every interaction I'd ever had with Alicia since I met her, overanalysing and trying to gauge whether she may have cared about me like I did her. Two days to be exact, in which Alicia avoided me completely.

When I finally decided enough was enough, I went straight over to visit Alicia with the hope of finding enough courage to either tell her how I felt or get it out of her first. Clearly I was too scared to tell her myself all these years, so I wasn't too convinced it would go to plan.

I found her at her quarters again, an old dugout converted into a room for her, and knocked on as confidently as I could muster. As soon as she opened the door, her expression hardened and she narrowed her eyes at me.

"I just wanna talk," I said before she could think to close the door on me.

"About what exactly?" she asked, her anger still as fresh as it was from two days ago. "About how idiotic you were trying to get a ring?"

Remaining calm, I said, "I just wanted to get it for you, Alicia. Give you a sense of normalcy again and–"

"I didn't ask you to do that!" she exclaimed, before scoffing at me angrily and walking further into her room.

Reluctantly, I stepped inside and tried to defend myself. "I know you didn't, but I wanted to! You seemed to like the display and I thought–"

"I don't give a fuck about a ring!" she shouted, glaring at me, and this time her hurt was present. "It wasn't worth dying over! I care if you're fucking alive! That you're safe!"

The guilt returning yet again, I nodded in understanding. "You're right. I get it. I'm sorry, Alicia."

"No, you don't get it," she retorted, frustration being replaced with worry. "D'you know how– how scary it was watching you back there? Hearing you scream and then seeing you– fuck! Seeing you look so– so fragile? And now look at you! Walking on fucking crutches!"

I chose to stay quiet as she continued to rant, my guilt deepening as she spoke her fears aloud.

"You can be so careless sometimes!" she added, a frown on her lips and glassy eyes darting between mine. "Though, I suppose that's why you're Nick's friend, right? He does the same fucking thing!"

"I won't do it again," I promised her. "I'll think next time."

"Yeah, I hope so," she said bitterly, crossing her arms.

I watched her closely, searching for a semblance of what I hoped to find. "I didn't think you cared so much."

My nerves were creeping in and I so desperately hoped she'd admit her feelings first, so I wouldn't have to.

She looked at me, face flushing shyly before looking away and playing it cool. "Of course I do. You're family. And Nick's best friend."

I waited momentarily, wanting her to say it, but she didn't. And I foolishly couldn't. I was too scared to put myself out there, even after all this time.

Unable to hide my frown, I nodded. "That it?"

She met my gaze, confused. "What else?"

Now it was my turn to grow shy and embarrassed, and I looked away, feeling a little humiliated. It wasn't Alicia's fault at all – she couldn't help how I felt. And maybe Madison had gotten it wrong.

Changing the subject, I shook my head. "Never mind. Sorry again."

I turned to leave, feeling her eyes bore a hole in my back, and somehow I knew that when I walked out of this door, there would never be another chance to tell her how I felt. After all this time, even if she didn't feel the same, maybe I should have finally come clean like Madison said. If I did and we could get over it, maybe I could finally move on?

"Actually no," I said, suddenly feeling an adrenaline rush as I turned around to face her. "I'm not sorry."

She quirked a brow. "Excuse me?"

I sucked up a breath and held her gaze, despite a part of me wanting to leave and never speak again. "I'm not sorry. Not for trying to get that ring. For worrying you, yes, but not the ring."

"Wow, thanks," she said sarcastically, but I didn't let it get to me.

"You wanted that ring," I reminded her. "You looked in that store window and you saw something normal and I wanted to give it to you. I'm not sorry about that. I went in there for you and, yes, you didn't ask me to, Alicia, but you didn't need to. I wanted to! To make you happy, I would do anything. I thought you knew that by now, but maybe I didn't make it clear enough."

Her expression softened as her eyes widened slightly. "What are you saying?"

Now or never, right?

"I'm in love with you, Alicia," I stated with all the confidence left in me. "I have been, since we were kids and since I was old enough to know what love is. And I've been terrified to admit it aloud, especially to you, but I can't keep it to myself anymore. I didn't mean to worry your or upset you or make you so angry, you have to know that."

She didn't say anything as she seemed to digest my confession, and the longer she stared at me without any indication to how she was feeling, the more stupid I felt.

"I can get over it," I told her with a small smile, avoiding her eyes. "You don't need to take this on or anything. I just– I had to tell you. If I've made you uncomfortable, I'm sorry and you have every right to stop talking to me."

"No, just–" she started, and I held my breath as she struggled to speak. "You're in love with me?"

"...Yes."

"I'm in love with you," she admitted, and I could have sworn I misheard until she repeated, "I'm in love with you, too."

"You're in love with me."

"I am," she said softly. "Why didn't you– why didn't you say anything all this time?"

I raised my brows. "Me? Why didn't you?"

She scoffed. "Seriously? I'm your best friend's little sister. How was I supposed to?"

"Exactly," I agreed. "You're my best friend's little sister. How was I supposed to?"

Her eyes flickered between mine. "Like you did just now."

My heart was thumping so loudly I was surprised she couldn't hear it in the quiet of her room. Now what?

"I care about you a lot because I'm in love with you," she said, stepping forward and shakily lifting her hand to cup my cheek. "I don't want you doing stupid stuff that could get you killed. Especially not for me."

"If I had known it was dangerous, I wouldn't have gone in," I told her seriously. "I promised you I wouldn't leave you. I meant it."

She tensed her jaw as she lowered her hand, resting it on my shoulder. "I'm sorry I got so angry and upset. I shouldn't have reacted like that, especially after you got hurt. I just– seeing you like that and knowing it could have been worse, it just– It was frustrating. And I didn't know how to express that, not without revealing how I felt about you."

"Yeah, I kinda thought I fucked everything up when you didn't stop by for a visit," I said, in an attempt to lighten the mood, and it seemed to work as she cracked a small smile.

"I should have visited," she said apologetically. "And I should have told you how I felt."

"Me too," I said gently.

She looked at her hand on my shoulder, avoiding my eyes, and I couldn't stop staring at her as she did. She felt the same way. How could that be possible? How had I missed it?

"Now what?" she murmured.

"Now..." I paused, making her eyes flicker to mine momentarily, hopefully. And, still on a high from being able to admit the truth, I asked, "Can I kiss you?"

She pressed her lips together, nodding slowly, and then I leaned in before I could stop myself, wrapping my crutch and arm around her waist to pull her even close. Her figure fit perfectly in my arms; her lips were as soft as I could have imagined; her fingers left goosebumps across my skin where she caressed my cheek. This was all I'd ever wanted, and now I finally had it.

We pulled apart for air and I was afraid that if I opened my eyes, she wouldn't be there and I'd have imagined it all.

"Y/N?"

I opened my eyes, only to be submerged in golden-green. "Yeah?"

"Thank you."

I lifted an eyebrow. "For?"

She didn't falter as she said, "For being here for me all this time. For not leaving. For keeping your promise."

I stroked her waist with my thumb subconsciously, eyes flickering all over her face, committing it to memory, and then a smile curled on my lips. "You don't know how much you've done for me, do you? We're even, Alicia."

She began to smile too, making butterflies blossom in my chest, and then just like that, she pressed her lips to mine and I was in heaven once more.

Looks like Madison was right after all.

[thelaughtercafe]

BEN Drowned, Jeff the Killer, Homicidal Liu, and Doctor Locklear finding out their victim has a tickle kink

Tea Type: Rose Boba

Potential Triggers: Dubious consent (for tickling only) in BEN’s, and Jeff’s- Liu and Locklear are established relationships so it’s different.

Suggestive speaking of tickling especially in BEN's and Liu's and similar suggestiveness surrounding fear/enjoying being scared in BEN's.

For Liu's there's threatening and violence, though what's directed at Reader is not from Liu or Sully.

There is a graphically worded description of violence involving eyes though, towards the perpetrator though it's not dwelled on too long and the intensity of the injury isn't described, just implied.

Pairing: BEN/F! Reader, Jeff/F! Reader, Liu/Sully/F! Reader, Locklear/F! Reader

Length: 6.8k+

Summary: The Creeps find out something interesting about their intended victim and decide maybe keeping them around isn't such a bad idea.

A/N: So looking back this is much longer than I realized. Especially BEN and Liu's! They're my faves, tied for number one so I suppose I went overboard haha. HABIT from EverymanHYBRID is right up there though in second place. I already continued the self-indulgent BEN lead in, while including HABIT and Liu in the mix so we'll see if I post it. If you guys have any interest, let me know and I'll post it if enough people want to see it!

Also, please let me know if you want any additional triggers added; I think I got them all, but just in case!

BEN Drowned:

BEN was nothing if not meticulous when learning all he could about his victims. While typically he liked to do all his research at the start, he felt like a change of pace with you, doing it in the moment could be more fun and perhaps frighten you even more as he could go by your most recent searches and documents. That never failed to add an extra edge of panic.

It was inevitable he would find your dirty little secret; especially in a document with no password and nothing to guard it save the word twordish. 

“Foolish girl…” 

He took in the information easily, and couldn’t help the sadistic smirk that lit up his face, fingers twitching with sparks. 

“Not as innocent as you seem after all, huh?”

That good girl image you held was what initially drew him to you as prey but clearly…there was a side to yourself you hid from him. From everyone, in fact.  

A part of you liked being scared, and therefore what he was doing to you. Memories hit him then. The blush that would frequently appear on your cheeks, eyes darting to the side, half sighs and even the occasional clenched thighs all made sense now when put together. 

You’d recently decided to ditch your technology in an attempt to get rid of him, hence why he was looking for something to draw you back. Appearing in reality and making you frightened of things that aroused you, only to then turn that fear itself into arousal again made him ravenous. 

It’d been so long since he’d had a victim perfectly suited to his love of fucking with their minds. He couldn’t wait to have you screaming underneath him, the fear that would fill your eyes, the tears…

He bit back a moan and sighed in much the way you had. 

Oh, he couldn’t wait. 

—–

That boy was definitely stealing glances at you.  You were sure of it now. 

You were at the library again, comfortable in your reading corner in a secluded room when a boy walked in. He wore jean shorts, black converse, a dark green hoodie and a matching beanie on a cursory glance. 

You assumed he’d entered to look for a book in here and that he’d leave soon and returned your eyes to the book in your hands. 

You flinched a little in surprise as he suddenly spoke, making you look up again. 

“Mind if I sit here?”

His voice sounded older than you expected, in his 20’s for sure despite his shorter stature, but there was still a quality to his voice that called you back to childhood, an underlying playfulness. 

It…made you uneasy rather than comforted for some reason though and you felt dread in you that wasn’t there before. Hmph. You’d just be a little more vigilant.

Still, you smiled and nodded, as you would for anyone else and he smiled back, before taking a seat and starting to scroll through his phone. 

Your smile instantly dropped and you trembled a moment as memories assaulted you of that thing that’d been messing with you from every screen available. Another reason you picked this room. It was far away from the computer room and the only screen in the adjacent room was facing away, towards the library clerk. 

Using your phone for contact was unavoidable, but you’d had it on airplane mode for ages now, only taking it off to check email and communication once a week before putting it right back on. Given you were putting yourself through college which was currently in the off season of Summer while you worked to pay tuition meant you only had one person to keep in touch with, your Mom. 

The rest of the time when you weren’t working was spent here, in safety and solitude. Luckily, the boy’s screen was facing away, but you moved an extra seat away just for comfort’s sake before letting out a shaky breath and returning to your book. 

It took a few minutes but eventually you fully relaxed again. Until the back of your neck prickled anyway. You risked a discreet glance up, and caught the boys’ rushing back to his screen. Once was a mistake. Twice, perhaps a coincidence. Thrice, maybe he was checking you out? But four times? Now you were full on anxious. The dread since he’d initially spoken to you was now a solid, immovable pit in your stomach. 

You were debating how best to leave discreetly while pretending to read when he cleared his throat, much closer than you would like. You stood instinctively but he continued walking over until he was in front of you and smiled amicably. He seemed nice enough but why was your body screaming at you to run? Your gut typically wasn’t off…but it had told you to download that damned file in the first place so maybe you were just wrong. 

You smiled back, just as innocently, tilting your head to the side. 

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah. Just fine. I know this might be somewhat forward, but any chance you want to get some hot chocolate with me?”

That made you giggle. 

“Hot chocolate huh? How old are you again?”

You found the tease coming easy to you and relaxed. So it really was just interest. Hm. In all honesty, he was your type.  He was quite a bit taller than you despite being around average height, and his blue eyes were quite hypnotizing. His blond locks were messy but in that cute, wind tousled way and he had this roguish charm that was mischievous. You’d always been drawn to things she shouldn’t be. He was no different. 

He pulled an offended face at your question. 

“Who doesn’t like hot chocolate? Are you coming with me to the cafe or not smartass?”

He quipped, turning on his heel and walking towards the door. 

You hesitated a beat and then you let yourself smile, following after. 

“Yeah yeah, I’m comin’.”

—–

The walk to the cafe was comfortable and you found your earlier fears assuaged. 

He made conversation easily; you’d asked what he was doing on his phone and he’d said he was using an emulator to play Zelda. You had fond memories of the series and found he did as well, leading to a lighthearted debate over if Twilight Princess or Majoras Mask was better. 

The cafe was just as peaceful, with you both getting hot chocolate. It was summer, but you found you didn’t mind as he pushed you aside with his shoulder to pay for both of you.  It didn’t take much to make you swoon, and he was well on his way at this rate. Respect was hard to find these days and he was being such a sweetheart. He was funny too and you seemed to have common interests. What was there not to like? 

He motioned to the book beside you as you sipped your drink. 

“So you like Becca Fitzpatrick? Can’t say I’ve heard of her. The cover is interesting though.”

“Yeah! I’m a lover of supernatural romances. Even guilty pleasure stuff like this…probably not the most healthy relationship. It’s about a fallen angel and a Human who fall in love, but Patch at the start; he uses his powers to mess with her pretty often.”

He casually sipped his drink before tilting his head. 

“What kind of powers?”

“So far? Talking directly in her head, taunting her about intimate knowledge he shouldn’t have about her and her life, and messing with her memories. Making her think she’s crazy. He kind of almost killed her once already, but changed his mind last minute. It’s…toxic logically but as guilty pleasure fuel it’s hot. I guess. I dunno. I try not to think about it too much." 

You laughed sheepishly, embarrassed about rambling and about such a weird ass topic only to hear him laugh. 

"We all have our kinks right? I’d love to see your full collection back at your place. Think we could swing by if it’s close?”

You nodded at that, moving to throw out your now empty cups as you headed out with him following after. 

“Yeah sure. It’s mostly supernatural romance though but I do have some video game art books you might like that I can lend you, long as you promise to take good care of them. I’ve got a really big game collection too." 

Oops that slipped out. You didn’t want to tell him about your weird issues with tech. Not when things were going so well. Too late now though. His eyes had lit up as he asked excitedly. 

"Oh cool, really? What’s your favorite?”

“The World Ends With You. It’s kind of indie but-”

“The one with Neku right? I love that game too! Most people don’t know about it!" 

Your eyes lit up despite yourself. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad. As long as you were just talking about them and not playing them it should be fine. 

The walk from the cafe to your house was short so the distraction was nice. You were half tuned in to the conversation half dreading his reaction when you headed inside. 

“Alright here we are.”

You led the way inside, unlocking the door and headed to your room with him in tow. He closed the door behind him and looked around in awe. 

"Woah. You’re definitely a gamer.”

Given you had a ps4, a Nintendo switch and a ps3 all underneath your TV at once you saw why he thought that. But then his brow furrowed and you braced yourself.  

“Why is everything unplugged though? Even the tv looks dead." 

A glance over at your laptop on the desk, very intentionally unplugged from the charger. 

"Laptop too.”

Your smile was tight and anxious and you felt shaky. 

“I-um-”

He smiled amicably as he turned back to face you.   

“Don’t tell me you’re doing some tech detox! Those things don’t actually help you know; you’ll just get more addicted when you return to it later.”

He joked, and you felt like you could breathe again, laughing to hide your anxiety.  

“Y-Yeah how’d you know?”

Just as you were about to confirm his claim a loud, and most importantly familiar beep rang out and you panicked, breathing already getting harder as you searched frantically for the source. 

“That’s impossible.”

“What’s impossible? Hey, are you ok? You’re awfully pale and jumpy all of a sudden.”

He touched your arm lightly and your gaze moved to him. That’s right!

“I-um-God. I have a confession to make but first can you please turn off your phone?”

You knew it sounded crazy, even to you, but you couldn’t risk it. You’d happily have gone along with the tech detox excuse but…but you couldn’t risk giving it an in again. Better to be safe and tell an outsider in a tech free environment. 

“My phone? Uh…why though?”

“I promise I’ll explain but we’re not safe until-ugh I sound like a lunatic." 

You hid your face in your hands for a moment, cheeks burning in humiliation and panic. 

"You can leave if this is too weird. I know I’m not making much sense but I just-there’s a very important reason I can’t be near tech.”

A hesitant peek up and the boy was taking you in with such sweet worry…and then he sighed in defeat. 

“…Fine. If it’ll really make you feel better and you’ll explain.”

He looked at his phone and then pocketed it after holding down the power button and turning it off. His gaze returned to you, expectantly. 

“There. Now what’s got you so panicked? You love video games, that much is obvious. So why would you unplug everything like this?”

You still trembled. The fear lingered, along with hope. Finally, someone you could confide in. 

“I’m-again this is gonna sound crazy but…”

A broken laugh escaped you.  

“I have nothing else to lose, I guess. I’ve got some kind of awful…thing watching me. 

His face screwed up at the very thought like he was offended. 

"A thing? What, like some kinda hacker?”

You hummed, moving to sit down on your bed and fiddled with your fingers. 

“Yeah. Kind of. But it’s more than that. See, if it was on one computer and my phone, that’d make sense. It’s what I thought at first. The calling me by name, the popups to scare me and chat with me where even more personal details were revealed…all that could be a hacker.”

You clenched and unclenched your hands as you swallowed nervously. 

“But that wasn’t where it ended. It followed me. Any screen in my line of sight it’d taunt me. Send me pictures of myself. Display messages making fun of me for trying to escape. Even then. I thought…maybe just a really good hacker right?”

You risked a glance at him, and he looked down at you nodding encouragingly. 

“Yeah. I could see it being some black hat who just…saw you as an easy target and wanted to really fuck with you.  But something tells me there’s more.”

You smirked bitterly. 

“…it knew things it shouldn’t. Like; things I’d never said aloud or confessed online; so no mic work or camera or internet involved.”

“That’s impossible. Maybe you did and just don’t remember?’

You shook your head. 

"I mean…Gods I swear I head it in my head once.”

“Like Patch?”

“Yeah actually exactly like-”

“Like this maybe?”

You couldn’t help it. You yelped, and jerked looking around in fear, tears instinctively filling your eyes. You’d know that glitched, demonic in its deepness tone anywhere. It haunted your nightmares. 

He looked at you worriedly, grounding you again with a hand on your shoulder. 

"Hey, come back to me! You good?”

He frowned seriously as your eyes refocused on him  and you sniffled comforted by the kindness in his blue eyes. 

“It just did it. It-it-I just- I don’t know why this demon is doing this to me.”

That was what did it. You looking up at him, teary eyed and desperate, thinking he was your knight in shining armor when really he was the monster in your closet all along. 

He caressed your face softly, cupping your cheek so he could see every micro-expression and then he grinned. 

“Because it’s fun. Why else?”

His tone was so sweetly gentle that it took you a moment for the actual words meaning to click and when they did you shivered. 

“Tha-That’s not funny. I’m not playing around.”

He pulled back to swagger around the room, the same and yet completely different all at once, as he hummed. 

“Hmm… shame. Feels like a game to me and a fun one at that. Y'know, I never did tell you my name, and luckily your cute romantic naivete ensured you went with it when I told you they didn’t define us. Why don’t you ask me again now that I’m ready to answer you?”

You shook your head, eyes flicking to the door as you tried to hold yourself together. This couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t. 

“No.”

You stood and despite expecting to be stopped you made it to the door. Exhilaration and adrenaline fueled you and as you went to open the door-

“Ouch!”

You jerked away as you were violently shocked the second your hand made contact with the doorknob. Your mind raced. When had you closed the door?

“You didn’t.”

You flinched and reluctantly turned to face your captor trying to put on a brave face as he smirked and cornered you against the door, hovering over you with his hands on either side of your trembling frame. 

His entire demeanor had shifted on a dime. The sweet kind boy from earlier may as well never have existed.  This person in front of you- no this monster looked all too amused at your fearful denial.  But there was eagerness in his eyes too. More passionate than any he’s shown when engaging in your conversations before. 

“You’re so easy to predict. I charged the doorknob when I closed it; did you like my little mind trick earlier too? Heh " 

He snickered. 

"The only way you’re getting out is if I open the door first. Now then…”

He tilted his head condescendingly, blue eyes seeming to spark with the demand.

“Say it. I know you want to know.”

You weakly shook your head and flinched again as he hissed at you, raising his voice a little and drawing closer to your face. 

“Do it!”

“Fine! W-What are you?”

He pulled back to snicker, calm as if he wasn’t making you a frightened mess. 

“Tsk tsk, what a different question than who but I suppose I’ll answer both since I’m feeling gracious.”

He met your eyes and you whimpered as he grabbed your chin, forcing you to maintain eye contact. 

“My name is BEN. But you already knew that little mouse didn’t you~?”

His voice was a coo and your cheeks heated despite yourself even as you were filled with icy fear at the confirmation. He even used that stupid nickname that always flustered you. No-one else would know that. You ached with the want to look away but he was way too strong. Pushing at his chest did nothing but make him throw his head back in light laughter. 

“Ahahaha! Aww that’s adorable. Don’t make me pin your arms down darling, we were getting along so well earlier. Now! As for your other question. I suppose there is many things you could consider me. A virus, a lost soul, a villain, technically I used to be Human and those fools who know of me online call me legend, a Creepypasta but now, knowing what name you’d give me is what I’ll go by I think. What was it you called me? A demon? I can roll with that." 

Your breath hitched as he leaned down cooing lovingly in your ear. 

"After all you like demons, don’t you cutie? You can be my Nora and I’ll be your Patch. " 

You scoffed and he growled low, demoni- cruel, and glitchy. 

Yet you were so scared, so wound up over months of torment and anxiety that you just broke. Constantly being on edge and paranoid. Now you have a direct source to vent your frustrations.  Of course it’d bubble over.

“Get off me you psychopath!!”

You raised your voice, something exceedingly out of character and pushed him back harshly, right into the corner of your desk, making him wince. A brief flash of surprise filled his face and then he was snarling, and advancing on you.  

Luckily, you’d already used his shock to turn on your heel and go for the doorknob again and this time we’re successful. You crossed the threshold when a deceptively weak looking arm pulled you back as you struggled and tried to elbow him while his other arm held you to him with another arm resting casually against your shoulders by your neck. 

"No!" 

All pretense was lost  and he laughed openly against the side of your neck, relishing your squirming as he easily kept you in check.

“You actually caught me off guard. Guess seeing me in the flesh is a little intense huh? Even made a weak little thing like you go for fight just for an opportunity of flight. I suppose now is as good a time to mention as any.” 

His mouth moved to your ear where he whispered. 

“I know your secret~”

You frowned, wracking your brain for anything else he could use as ammo but came up empty so you called his bluff. 

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

And then his fingers squeezed at your waist and you squealed and jerked in his grip and it clicked what he meant. But before you could voice it, he spoke up. 

“Like this. Who’d have guessed a seemingly innocent girl like you would have a goldmine of kinks and scenarios for me to play with you with just waiting to be exploited.”

You shook a little, but this time the trembling wasn’t from fear alone, it was withheld arousal too, especially as you could swear his teeth, his fairly sharp teeth- grazed your ear and made you jerk, followed by his hiss in your ear. 

“Guess you really are a tickle slut. You like fear too which is just perfect for me.”

Your voice was admittedly breathless as you stopped struggling, simply holding his other arm, positioned around your neck. 

“What-What are you going to do with me?”

“I’m going to make you mine of course. I like you, so I’ve decided I want to keep you. I think you’ll find the arrangement to your liking, once you get used to the other inhabitants anyway. I’ll introduce you more intimately. I know you can get anxious in big groups so after your initial intro to everyone it’ll be smaller groups. And in our free time…” 

You quickly descended into giggles as the hand at your waist spidered up and down your whole left side, making you squirm and blush. You were distracted so you squealed as his tongue brushed your ear, making you shudder in lust before a hesitant moan left your lips at the cruel and exhilarating words that left his lips. With no need to maintain a facade, his voice deepened and sounded twisted, glitching as he purred. 

“I’ll take my time breaking you.”

Jeff the Killer:

Jeff would already be faltering. You’d been bullied for many a year by now. Of course, the bullies had already been disposed of, but Jeff was triggered heavily by the weakness he saw in you. He feels an odd sense of ownership. 

When you flinch in your sleep and giggle, Jeff frowns in confusion from where he had been watching you while he grappled with his thoughts. 

You mumble in your sleep, and his eyes move to your hands as you seem to try and push someone away before slapping the air, a grin and evident blush on your face as you squirm. 

"Mike s-stop- quit ihihihit!! Damn it no! Not thehehere!”

Jeff experiences a brief flash that has him stumbling back a step and swallowing hard. 

A much younger him, Liu, shrieking in laughter under his wiggling fingertips. 

Right. Tickling. 

Is there a weakness you don’t have? 

He frowns in discomfort and quickly moves to dig into your sides, covering your mouth with his free hand to muffle your squeal of laughter. 

As you struggle underneath him, Jeff glares as you eye him in fearful shock between gasps of forced mirth. 

“Gods, you’re so pathetic. Yet another weakness I’ll have to train you to cope with.”

Right. Training. You could serve as a good partner if he worked you hard enough. 

His voice is gruff, and he only pulls his hand away when you’re out of breath not moving from where he’s straddling your waist. 

“Who…f-fhuhuhuck me- who the Hehehell are you?”

Jeff snickers immaturely at your word choice before he smirks. 

“The man who saved you from those pricks sweetheart. Means you owe me and I’ll be takin’ you under my wing. You either come willingly or…”

He twirls his knife with practiced skills and watches you take in his offer, smirking with intent. 

“I’ll take ya by force and tickle you more in front of all my friends, soon as we’re home.”

Homicidal Liu:

You’d always liked Liu. He was sweet, attentive, attractive; truly the whole package.  You’d been getting closer to Liu for a few months now and despite Liu warning you that he had an alternate personality you hadn’t met you’d accepted him with open arms. At least now you knew why he’d been procrastinating on answering your request to date. 

He’d looked so shocked as you threw your arms around him.  

“You really don’t mind? Sully isn’t- he’s the opposite of how I normally am. He’s not exactly…palatable to most. He can be quite intense.”

You raised your chin confidently at that and smirked slightly. 

“Well I’ve dealt with you when you’re being particularly needy- I think I’ll be okay. Besides; he’s a part of you.  I’m sure I’ll come to love him too!”

Your confident declaration suddenly fell apart as you scrambled for the right words, going red. 

“Ah-well I mean- if he would be okay with that obviously!! I’d never-”

Liu cut you off with a laugh and tugged you into his chest, lovingly nuzzling the top of your head as you mumbled defeatedly into his chest. 

“I’m not very good at this huh? Sorry.”

Liu shuddered suddenly, a full body shake that made you pull back to look at him in worry. He firmly turned his face away from you, avoiding your concerned gaze before he was ready and clearing his throat as the tremors faded. He sighed in relief and smiled gently at you.  

“Sorry about that love. Didn’t mean to make you worried. It seems Sully is a little too eager. I don’t want you meeting until we’ve been dating a while first. I…well.”

He looked nervous before his blue eyes bore into yours. 

“Admittedly I want you all to myself. You fell for me first, not him. Can’t have him stealing my girl, even if he is a part of me.”

You couldn’t hold back your quickly growing smile if you tried. 

“So that’s a yes? Thank you thank you thank you!”

You laughed, giddy as you hugged him so tight your new boyfriend nearly spun. 

—–

It happened a month in, rather unexpectedly. 

Liu had come to pick you up from work at the movie theater as per your usual schedule. Your coworkers already were familiar with him from your past months getting to know each other and he waved amicably to anyone he saw, chatting a few moments as he waited for you to emerge from where you’d gone to put out the garbage for the night. When you didn’t return after several minutes, his brow furrowed in worry. 

He told your coworkers he was going to check in on you and they waved him off, distracted by their own closing duties. It was late, dark out and already, Liu was feeling anxious. He’d never liked the dark. Not after that night. He rounded the corner where the dumpster and hopefully you awaited and locked on a situation he never thought he’d see again. 

Someone he loved, with a knife to her throat. 

No-one would be taken from him again. 

You meanwhile, were petrified. Tears swam in your eyes that you refused to let fall as the man currently holding you captive against him hissed into your ear. 

“Here’s the plan sweetheart, you’re gonna lead the way inside with me and we’re gonna go right over to the cash registers. Take out every bit inside and bring it all out back here. All your little coworkers, the ones that are left anyway? They’ll be too scared ‘a me cutting this pretty neck of yours to do anything stupid.”

A deep voice you’d never heard before emerged, quickly followed by the love of your life. Liu had come for you! 

“That’s my pretty neck actually, and if you know what’s good for you, you’ll let her go before I really get angry.”

Wait…no.

Green eyes, similar but distinctly different to Liu’s blue glared into the man. 

A knife being tossed casually as a children’s toy as he flipped it effortlessly between his fingers when you knew well Liu let you do the cooking because of his phobia and it clicked. 

“S-Sully-”

His eyes cut to you, sharp and biting for an instant before the man behind you laughed. 

“Oh you know each other, do you? Lovebirds. How sweet.”

Your breath caught as the knife pressed in enough to make a line of blood trickle down the column of your throat. Your tears fell too, unable to keep them at bay as you bit your lip to stifle the sobs. Like Hell were you giving him that much. But still. 

“But now ain’t the time to play hero kid. All the lass has to do is cooperate and she’ll be just fine. Once I get my just rewards I’m out of here and you can both be reunited at last.”

Sully appraised the situation, eyes still locked on you a moment more before that piercing gaze moved to your captor. He tilted his head with a strange smile on his lips before he hummed. 

“Who’s playing hero? We both want something. I’ll help you get your money, you give me my girl. Seems a simple enough trade to me. How much were you thinking? 100? 1000?”

Sully threw his knife casually to the side as if it was trash and instead easily instead slipped out his wallet, beginning to flip through bills as both you and the captor were bewildered. 

“Shit!”

Sully cursed as he dropped the stack of bills, rushing to pick them up, looking nervous and while the expression and clumsiness reminded you of Liu a moment you knew better. Liu scolded you for cursing when it slipped out. Huh. Seems you had a lot to learn about Sully. 

He approached once he’d gathered all the bills and though the man tensed a bit his grip was loose. You were tempted to fight but you had a feeling…saw something in Sully’s eyes that told you to wait as he shot you a quick look. 

“Is this enough?”

He held out one hand, filled with 100’s, hunched in submission with his head lowered and when the man couldn’t help himself and bent over your shoulder to look closer, slightly removing the knife a few inches from your neck Sully struck. 

He lunged, his free hand holding the man’s head down forcibly; using your shoulder as leverage to better press his neck down and then instantaneously letting the money scatter as he reached his hand in his pocket a moment only to ruthlessly shove it straight into the man’s eye. Somehow, he was still alive. Screaming but alive and when Sully reared back his hand to finish the job, the man having dropped the knife in his agony and fallen on his ass, you shook off your shock to rush him and nearly topple him over in a bone crushing hug. 

“Oof! What are you-he’ll get away!”

He hissed, trying to tug you off him but you didn’t budge, holding him tighter. 

“L-Liu wouldn’t want this. I don’t either. What you did was enough please Sully, you already took his sight- he’s crippled and not going anywhere and I’m safe. Isn’t that enough?”

“No. For me it’s not. He was going to kill you. Ready, willing and able to rob you of your life…why should I not do the same to him?”

Your reply was simple and you pulled back to look into his eyes. They didn’t hold the same softness Liu tended to, instead expectant and frustrated.

“Because that’s too good for him. Think about it. He was going to make Liu be alone the rest of his life. Murder me in front of him. In front of you.  Leave you a lifetime of Hell. Let him learn to live with a disability in a prison cell.”

He stared you down a moment and just as nervousness bubbled in your gut he pulled you in for a bruising kiss. You heard the crying behind you peak as one of Sully’s hands left you and jerked in his grip to try and see. He didn’t let you even as he broke the kiss. When you frowned disapprovingly at him he smirked, slow and measured. 

“Well now. I think you and I will get along just fine. Don’t look so cross. ”

His smile widened, eyes alight with enough glee to make you shiver. His voice dropped just as it had when he’d first appeared, sounding almost demonic in comparison to Liu’s lilting intonation. 

“He dared to not only take what is mine, but also had the gall to steal a sight for my eyes alone. You, vulnerable, with tears in your eyes. It’s only fair he lost his.”

A thought hits you suddenly and you can’t resist asking it. 

“…You planned this from the second you came out of those shadows didn’t you?”

Sully smiles mysteriously before he sighs. 

“It seems our time is running out. Ah, yes. Liu apologizes in advance for this, by the way.”

And just like that; Sully passed out, all of his weight going on you and nearly sending you tumbling to the ground. Luckily Liu recovered fast and blinked several times as he reoriented, looking around before hugging you tightly. 

From there, the man now passed out from the pain was arrested and everyone vouched for Liu along with you, claiming it must’ve been self defense because he was such a gentle, nonviolent and calm guy. 

Liu was ecstatic once the hectic night was over and you finally made it home, a little after daybreak. 

“I can’t believe it!! Sully loves you!!! I knew he would!”

He peppered kisses all over your face, making you giggle and blush.

“I’m gonna have nightmares for weeks, but I confess I’m so glad I finally got to meet him. He’s so different to you, but he’s also my type. As if one of you wasn’t bad enough for my heart and libido both.”

“What was that?”

You stiffened as you realized the last thing you’d said and swallowed nervously. You hadn’t talked sex things yet but with Sully riling you up earlier it just popped out. 

“Forget I said anything it really doesn’t-”

 Liu made you turn to face him on the bed and you gasped as you saw one of his eyes was green, and the other blue. 

“You really want to go there? You’re positive?”

You nodded shyly at Liu and jumped a little as Sully spoke up after a moment, all casual nonchalance. 

“So does this mean we can finally make you come undone with tickling like you so desperately want us too?" 

You gaped at him before moving to scramble out of the bed in your haste to get away, a nervous grin on already at the edges of your lips. 

"H-How did you-”

Sully barked out a mocking laugh. 

“Oh sweetheart you really are too trusting. I’ll have to teach you to delete your search history once you’re done on our laptop. You panicked and had a blush on your cheeks, slammed our laptop closed when we came home from work one day. Liu said to trust you but I confess I was curious and snuck a peek.”

His grin widened and his voice dropped to a husky purr as he stood, cornering you against the wall before cooing into your ear.

“Imagine our surprise when we saw what a naughty little slut you were being~” 

“S-Sullly, Liu I-”

At your anxiety, Liu was already smiling and cradling your face, pecking your lips and you sighed, somewhat soothed. 

“Don’t be scared baby. We love you, both of us.”

Sully agreed, voice more mature than you’d expect. 

“Every part of you; including the cute kinky side.”

“I-It’s not cute…” 

You grumbled a little, bright red and the sound of their laughter mixing into one was so beautiful you just had to raise your head to savor it. His expression was even better, and with the green and blue eye he sported, the pure joy on his face, you only blushed darker. 

“Sorry love. Anyone who says they’re not cute, is adorable. Them’s the breaks.”

Liu cooed affectionately, hugging you and nuzzling the top of your head. 

Sully chimed in after a few moment’s peace.

“So; what’s the deal Liu? Take turns tickling in 5 minutes increments to see who can make her either cry uncle or moan first?” 

The smirk he shot your way was wolfish but the way your thighs clenched had Liu smirking too, albeit in a kinder way. He was older than you after all and given he was your first everything, along with Sully, he wanted to treasure every second. 

“Deal. If I win I get a whole day with her alone.”

“Ditto for me. Better pray cause your weak ass technique-”

But Liu didn’t need his mouth to tickle and you soon found yourself laughing  as he dug right into your hipbones without a trace of the mercy that was so characteristic of him.

You heard Sully scoff before reluctantly giving Liu total control but you didn’t really care who won. 

All you knew was that you were incredibly lucky, had two stunning men to keep you safe when you were in danger, and one thing for absolutely certain. 

There would be many more laughs in your future.

Dr. Locklear:

You pace nervously, awaiting Locklear and chewing anxiously on your nails. 

He was late. Ever since that hang up saying “a situation had arisen” you’d been anxious. You knew you shouldn’t care. You should be glad, especially since you weren’t 100% sure if the victim he chose was really guilty without a doubt but-

You found you trusted him more. 

Gods, what had he turned you into? Tears burned your eyes and you sniffled at the thought of losing him, rubbing at your eyes angrily. 

Your door opened with a 'BANG!’ and the man of the hour waltzed in, flowers in hand which quickly dropped along with his smile as he saw your state. 

“I’m fi-”

Yet he was already pulling down your hands from your face and gently wiping the remaining wetness himself, crystal blue eyes taking you in with worry. 

“Who made you cry? It’s been mere hours since we last spoke who could have-”

“No-one that matters. I’m fine.”

You were dismissive as you could manage but he wasn’t having it, seeing through your half truths and bluffs as always and cutting to the heart of the matter. 

“So me, then. Explain.”

His eyes and expression were both serious as he guided you to the couch. 

You frowned and turned your face away, going silent. 

His tone turned playful in response and out of the corner of your eye you saw his own hold a glimmer of playfulness, returning to his old self now that he knew you were unharmed. 

“Ah, the silent treatment, hm? How am I ever to cope with such a thing?”

His voice was teasing and you fought a blush back with difficulty as you 'hmph’d’.

He made a show of tapping his sculpted chin before his eyes darted over to yours and you quickly looked away fully, not wanting him to know you’d been peeking. 

Of course, that was what he wanted, if his enticing chuckle was anything to go by. 

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you against his chest, between his legs as he nuzzled into your neck. 

“C'mon love of mine~ I can’t make it better if you don’t talk and I’d just hate having to make you.”

He sounded so gleeful. Stupid sadist. So much for fighting your blush. You were sure it was crawling to your ears by now-

“Oh? What have we here? Seems the blood has risen to your ears. How adorable. You must be really embarrassed for that to happen~”

His lips against your ear so incessantly had left you squirming a little in his grip as you fought back a smile, swallowing the urge to giggle. 

“If you’d like me to stop, all you need do is talk my dear.”

You were tense as a spring, barely holding yourself together as he cooed, blew air and teased your neck and ears. 

“Of course…I feel a trade off is in order as well. I made you cry so making you laugh feels like a fair retribution to me. Don’t you think?”

He began squeezing at your sides and exploring your torso and you were gone, trying desperately to curl up and hide your snickers and squeaks as he messed with you. 

“You’re such a jehehehehrk! You k-knew what you were-nohohoho!!”

You whined, throwing your head back against his shoulder in mirth as he spidered his fingers ticklishly up your back. 

“Of course I did sweetling. Intelligence aside for a moment, I’m a doctor. I touch people’s bodies and elicit all manner of reactions. Do you know how many people I’ve had to restrain so I can work properly due to over ticklishness? Too many. Now then, enough distracting. Unless of course…”

His nimble fingers picked up speed and danced their way into your underarms and ribs until you were kicking helplessly and laughing openly.

“You’d also like to see how mean I can really be.”

“Fuck yhohohohou!!”

He tsked despite the smirk on his face and shrugged nonchalantly. 

“What a naughty brat you are. Such vulgarity too. I’ll have to add a punishment to your care plan~ Fine then. Don’t say I didn’t warn you though, sweet. I’ll just have to replace those initial tears of fear with tears of laughter. Tickle tickle tickle~”

[justmeinadaze]

We're A Family Part 16 (Steddie X You)

A/N: This is very much a Steddie chapter and I love it so much. This is probably going to be one of if not my favorite chapter in this series. I wanted them to really fully embrace that lovers aspect of their relationship and totally be ok loving each other as much as they love the reader.

Warnings: Parent Dads Steddie and Mama Reader, mentions of trying and struggling to get pregnant, SMUT (between the boys <3), lots of fluff, Steve VERY BRIEFLY mentions fears of telling his family they are trying to have another kid. I think that's it. Genuinely just a lot of sweetness in this one.

Word Count: 3116

“Fuck me…”, Steve pants as he throws his arm over his eyes. 

“I just did.”, you giggle as you roll over to face him. 

You and Steve had been spending a lot more time alone in the pursuit of baby number three. Of course, Eddie was still very much involved in sexy time but he insisted if there was a point where he could take the kids out of the house, you three should take the opportunity. 

It had been a few months and still no positive test. The doctor insisted you both were healthy and fine, you just “need to keep trying.” The metalhead did everything he could to help. 

“Eddie, baby, why are you smoking so far away? You can sit next to me on the porch here.”

“I know, sweetheart, but I read online that smoke can affect you when you’re trying to get pregnant.”

“You were smoking around me constantly before and we still got Ro.”, you laugh.

“Baby, I can do the dishes. You’ve been at work all day.”

“Y/N, it’s fine. You and Steve just relax, ok? I got this. Wayne said stress sometimes can make it harder for you two to…you know…”

“Hey, princess! I went grocery shopping today so you don’t have to on Friday after work. I also got some more fruit. I read this book at work that was saying it helps with trying to have a baby.”

Steve grins as he turns to face you as well. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just…I don’t know.”

“Honey, it’s ok. It will happen when it happens.”

“I just feel bad. I feel like Eddie is stressing himself out taking care of us.”

“He has been going a little overboard.”, he chuckles. “Oh, I know that look. Dylan makes that face when he’s planning something. What do you have in mind, baby?”

***

“Mom, this place is amazing.”, Dylan’s jaw drops as he looks around the house the realtor brought you guys to. 

It was a rustic style home that definitely had that country feel. The entryway lead into the kitchen on the right and gigantic living room straight ahead with a gorgeous stone fireplace. The back door was mostly clear glass so you would be able to see outside when the kids were playing. 

“It’s beautiful. It’s not too far from Wayne either and it’s right next to the lake.”, Eddie grins, running his fingers along the countertop in the kitchen. 

“It’s also within your budget and has those five rooms you had originally mentioned, ma’am.”, the man showing you the house guides you around, pointing out the two bedrooms downstairs and the backyard that is much bigger than your current one. 

Steve pats Aurora’s back as she continues to sleep, drooling on the shoulder of his jacket.

“Do you mind if we talk for a minute?”

“No, ma’am. Take all the time you need.”

The four of you lean against the counters in the kitchen as you wait for him to leave. “What do you think, kid?”, Eddie asks.

“I like it a lot especially since it’s by the water.”

“It’s closer to my store but it’s a bit of a drive for the three of you every morning.”

You chew on your nail as you think. “Just an extra 10minutes which isn’t too bad. What do you think, Stevie?”

“I’m fine with the drive. We may need to update some things though like childproofing the locks and stuff. Other than that, I think it’s perfect.”

“Alright, gentlemen. Let’s fill out some applications and pray.”

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“Hang on, Ed.” Steve reaches over and grabs Eddie’s arm as he begins to get out of the car. “You guys have fun! “

“Bye dada an daddy.”, Aurora waves.

They wave back with a smile, waiting for you three to get inside before the man drives away. 

“What’s going on?”, the metalhead asks. 

“Y/N and I thought you needed some time away from the kids and the house so we’re going on a date.”

“Did Y/N not want to come? She should have a night out to.”

“Eddie!”, Steve chuckles. “She’s fine, trust me. Let me show you what a date night with Steve Harrington is like.”

“Oh, someone’s cocky. Alright, Harrington. Wine and dine me.”, he grins. 

***

“Mom? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, can you just…hold my hand. I’m so nervous.” Dylan smiles as he sits on the floor beside you and takes your hand in his. “This anticipation is killing me. With you and Ro it was just like ‘Hey, there’s a baby in there.’ I’ve never really had to utilize a pregnancy test like this.”

“With Aurora, you thought you were sick. Did you think the same thing before you found out about me?”

“Naw, with you, I was doing a routine exam and they had to make sure I wasn’t pregnant.”

The timer on your phone beeps and you sigh before reaching onto the bedside table where the test had been sitting. As you read the results, uncontrollable tears begin cascading down your face while Dylan wraps his arms around your neck.

***

“That band was fucking awesome!”, Eddie exclaims as the other man grins at his excitement. 

Steve decided to take the metalhead to new bar just outside of the city limits. He knew how much he loved music, thinking it would make him happy to see some bands play while they drank and talked. 

“It’s been a while since you guys have been on a stage like that. Do you miss it?”

The man shakes his head as he takes a swing of the beer from his glass. “I mean I still play with the guys but that rush that I used to get being on stage…no it’ll sound stupid.”

“No, come on. Tell me.”

“That rush I used to get…I get now with the kids. Dude, seeing Dylan on his first date and watching Ro learn do those vocabulary card things you got her… that makes me happy. I can’t wait to see what this new baby will be like.” Eddie notices Steve’s posture stiffen and he promptly reaches out to rub his shoulder. “Hey, it’ll happen, man.”

“I know. I hate seeing that sad look on her face with every period or failed test.”

“The doctor said everything was good though, right?”

“Yeah, just have to keep trying.”, he sighs before glancing towards Eddie. “I haven’t told my mom yet that Y/N and I are…you know. I’m afraid she’ll tell my dad and I have no idea what he’ll do.”

“Steve, babe, fuck your dad. He can try whatever he wants but he’s not breaking up our family.”

The man exhales a cute, breathy chuckle. “Did you just call me babe?”

The metalhead grins even wider as he leans closer to him. “Depends. Did you like it?”

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 The bathroom door to the men’s room hurtles open as Steve pushes Eddie through it with his lips on his and quickly locks it behind him. The metalhead groans, shoving his back against it and begins fumbling with the other boy’s belt before lowering himself to his knees. 

“Fuck.”, Steve mewls as the man below him takes his already leaking cock into his mouth. Eddie knows exactly how his husband likes it, you showed him well, and he revels in the sounds he pulls from him as he takes him deeper till he’s gagging around him. 

It’s not just the action itself but his small, tender touches that have Steve moaning. While Eddie bobs his head, his hands roam the other man’s body, tracing the back of his thighs, up to his stomach. Steve can’t help but wonder how he would react if he spoke to Eddie the same way he talked to you. 

“That’s it, Eddie, baby, fuck. Just like that.” His eyes fluttered closed as he tangled his fingers into his hair, guiding him as the metalhead’s rhythm picked up. Steve couldn’t hold out any longer, he needed him now. 

He tugged on the boy’s hair and he took the hint, rising to his feet and hooking his lips to Steve’s sweet spot on his neck. Growling with desire, he lifted Eddie into his arms and placed him on the counter, aggressively yanking off his jeans. Pulling him to the edge, he lifted his leg over his shoulder and guided his cock into the man’s entrance. 

Eddie’s eyes rolled as Steve slid his hand along his stomach, slowly thrusting his hips as he relished the feeling of the man he loved.

Did he tell him that enough? I’m sure if he asked, Eddie would tell him he’s being silly and of course he does. They had gotten much closer these past few years and became more comfortable sexually but there was a level of intimacy Steve felt they still struggled with. 

“Eddie?” The man responded with a hm as he bit his lip to keep from moaning too loud. “I love you.”

He heard the change in Steve’s tone, promptly opening his eyes to scan him over. Propping himself up on one of his elbows, he reached over to caress his cheek as his thumb glided along his skin. 

“I love you to.”

“No, No. I love you.” 

Eddie blinked a few times before wrapping his hand around the man’s neck and pulling him down till he was hovering over him.

“I love you to. So fucking much, sweetheart. I-I grew up feeling like no one—mmm—no one ever really cared about me. Then I met you and Y/N.” He craned his neck to capture the man’s lips. “Steve, you can talk to me like you talk to her. I like it.”

“Yeah? So, you would like hearing—fuck—hearing me say things about how good you fucking feel, baby, squeezing my cock?”

“Jesus.” Eddie laid back flat against the counter as his hand reached down to stroke his own dick. 

“That’s it, Eddie. Play with yourself while I fuck you. God, you look so fucking sexy right now.”

“Ha-harder, Steve. Please.”, he moans. 

“Is that what you need, honey? I can do that.”

As he rolled his hips into his roughly, the metalhead covered his mouth with his palm, suffocating the urge to scream at the pleasure that ran through his body. His back arched as his abs tensed as rope after rope of spend hit the skin on his stomach. 

“Fuck me.”, Steve groaned as he pounded into the man faster chasing his high. After a few more rough thrusts, Eddie felt him cum inside of him, look up to watch his eyebrows scrunch together and his neck muscles tighten as he did. 

Gradually, he pulled his softening cock out of him and reached over to grab some napkins to help clean Eddie up.

“I’m sorry if these are rough. They aren’t like our towels at home.”, Steve sighs as he tosses the paper in the trash. As he begins pulling up his pants, Eddie abruptly tackles him into a hug, squeezing tightly as he lays his cheek on his chest. “Is everything ok?”

The metalhead nods. “Y/N does this to us after and now I kind of see why. I feel…closer to you if that’s even fucking possible.”

Steve softly laughs as he wraps his own arms around him, pressing him tighter to his chest with his palm. “Yeah, baby. I know what you mean.”

***

As they walk into the front door of the house, they are surprised to find it completely silent. Steve quietly searches the downstairs, turning off lights while Eddie locks everything down. 

When the enter their bedroom, they grin finding everyone asleep in your bed. Dylan was on his side with you behind him, arm draped over him and Aurora who was snuggled up in her brother’s chest as she sucked her thumb. 

Both men quickly changed out of their cigarette, bar smelling clothes and crawled into bed; Steve behind you and Eddie behind his daughter. 

***

“Daddy.”, Ro coos as she lightly taps her father’s face with her palm. “Daddy. Wake up.”

“Ro. Aurora.”, you whispered as you tapped her side. “Leave daddy alone and let him sleep, sweetie.”

“Mama, no. Daddy wake up.”

Dylan groaned in his sleep as he rolled over to face you. 

“Why? Why do you need daddy to wake up?”

She giggles as she falls to her knees and pushes at his arm. “Daddy, I miss you.”

“Well, that’s adorable.”, Steve sighs.

“Dada help Rara.”

“What do you need help with honey? Waking up daddy?” He lazily lifts his arm towards Eddie, trying to reach him with his hand. “Op, he’s too far. I can’t.”

“Dada!”, she growls and you feel the man smile in your shoulder. Aurora begins pushing at him again until he rolls onto his back and playfully pushes her aside with his hand. 

“I think I chose the wrong side to sleep on.”, he grumbles. 

“Hun-gee.”, she points to her stomach. 

“Aurora Munson- Harrington, you did not just wake him up for that!”, you giggle as she beams at you. 

“Whoosh!”, she exclaims as she pretends to throw something in the air. 

“She wants dad’s pancakes.”, Dylan yawns as he stretches. “Which actually sounds good.”

“Can you take her downstairs and put on a cartoon for her, weirdo? Give them some time to wake up.”

Your son nods as he slides off the bed, coming around to pick up his sister and bring her downstairs. Both men immediately scoot closer to you, pulling you into their embrace. 

“Did you two have fun last night?”

“Mhmm. He took me on a ‘Steve Harrington style date’.”

“Oh, you lucky man.”

“Did you three do anything exciting last night?”, Steve asked. 

“We did. Watched a few movies and ordered a pizza. I did go to the store real quick and bought you guys something. Eddie, baby, can you look into your nightstand and grab the thing on top for me?”

He sleepily nodded as he shifted his body to grab what you were asking for. His eyes suddenly snapped open as he realized what he was holding. 

“Harrington. STEVE!”, Eddie shouted startling the other man as he sat up making you laugh harder. The metalhead handed him the pregnancy test and he promptly sat up straighter. 

“Is this…? Are we…? Is this real? You’re really pregnant?”

Your grin grows as you nod. Steve tackles his arms around you, kissing every part of your face his lips can reach. As soon as you’re free, Eddie does the same much more gently. 

“Oh my god. I’m so happy.” Steve lays back down with a big smile on his face as he exhales. 

“You see what I mean, babe? Same kind of rush but better.”, the metalhead grins as he winks at the other man whose own smile grows. 

“Oh wow.” Both men look at you with confused looks as you smirk. “Ok, I don’t know what you two did last night but that energy is back.”

“Are you drunk? You shouldn’t be drinking if you’re pregnant.”

You giggle as you slap Eddie’s shoulder. “No, no, no. Nothing wrong with it. I kind of missed that…electricity…between the two of you. Maybe you both need a date night more often.”

After kissing them both again, you climb out of bed and head for the bedroom door, pausing as you turn to face them. 

“I hope you know you both can be intimate without me. I genuinely don’t mind. I know you both love me just as much as you love each other.” You flash them one final smile before going down the stairs. 

“We don’t deserve her.”, Steve sighs pleasantly as he watches you leave. 

“Yeah, we do. Charlie didn’t deserve her. Fucking idiot.” Eddie lays back down, scooting closer to the other boy. “I still think about the first time I talked to her on the stairs outside of the apartment. He was making her feel bad about him not coming to see Dylan. When I opened the door to sit outside and smoke, I just wanted to protect her. I wanted to drive to wherever he was and kick his ass.”

Steve slid a little closer to him till the back of his hand was barely touching his. 

“I always think about that night at The Hideout when we surprised her while she was on her date and you played that one AC/DC song for her. When she ran out of that bar…I can’t tell you how happy it made me especially after being away from her for so long. She fucking flew into our arms and I never wanted to let her go.”

“We kind of didn’t.”, he chuckled. 

Their fingers intertwined as they turned to smile at each other. Eddie leaned over and brought his lips to his, both men laughing as they pulled away when they heard loud noises downstairs.

“Hey! Are you trying to make everyone lose their hearing?! Turn the tv down!”, Steve hollered over dramatically as they both entered the area. 

“Told you.”, you sang from the sink as you washed some dishes you knew the metalhead would need.

Eddie wrapped his arms around you from behind, pulling you to his chest as he leaned his head on your shoulder.

“Taking more than her share, had me fighting for air She told me to come, but I was already there 'Cause the walls start shaking, the Earth was quaking My mind was aching and we were making it

And you shook me all night long Yeah, you shook me all night long.”

You grinned at the memory as he sang softly in your ear. Steve turned off the water before circling his arms around you both, kissing the top of your head. The sound of tiny feet slapping into the kitchen had you laughing in his chest. 

“Daddy! Rara and Din hun-gee!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah ya little butt. Come here.” She giggled as she ran into his arms and he lifted her onto the counter. “You’re going to help me?” Aurora nodded her little head as she waited for instructions. 

Steve lifted you into his arms and carried you to the living room, placing you gently on the sofa. 

“Did you tell them?”

“I did. They’re pretty excited.”

“I am to.”, Dylan smiled. “Did you guys want to play a game while we wait for breakfast? Especially since now she’s distracted.”

“I’m not really good with games.”

“Uh huh. Making excuses already, Steve Harrington. That’s ok. Dylan and I already know you suck.”

He jokingly scowls in your direction as your son hands you both a controller. 

“What are we playing?”

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(PREVIEW) SIMS4 MOD | Kiss-n-Grind 1.5 Slow Dance

1.5 Update :

Hey everyone, Hope you all are doing great. I've got a new update for the Kiss and Grind mod, a slow-dance Animation.

I hope you will enjoy it as much as I did 🤗

This one was on my to-do list from a long time ago, I thought that it would be a great addition to The Kiss-n-Grind mod,

I had a lot of fun while I was making it, I went a little bit overboard with it, but I think the final result was worth it.

As with all my animations, I always tend to try to add some uniqueness to them. To keep them more eventful and have some kind of story to tell,

By doing that the animation ended up being more intimate and a little bit more playful. it definitely ended up being more fun to make and I think also to play with  Also, I want to mention that the animation is a little bit long, Roughly around three Kiss-n-Gring Animations Combined

For all the people who saw the Sketches for this one, I did manage to animate all the key poses that I have drawn for it

New interaction Intimate Slowdance with its own emotions/buffs,

A new pie menu will appear in the Romance category under the name Kiss and Grind, all the new interactions will appear on it:

The interaction won't appear if your sim hasn't had their first kiss yet, or the level of romance is too low

Features Of the Mods:

New highly detailed animation

Sounds events for the full animation

A Dance/romance Interaction

A new icon that will suit the new animation

The interaction has its own buff's

All the icons used are custom-made by me, I did put extra time into them to be more visually pleasing and match their original content

Possible outcomes:

Known Bugs:

everything seems to be working well so far. I didn't have come across any bugs, but please do report any you may encounter.

This mod is BG-compatible.

The mod will be enhanced further in the future, with New Gifts and Animations!!!

A lot of you have asked about making it autonomous,  I am looking more into it, I didn't find enough time to fully experiment with it, so for now The interactions shouldn't be played autonomously,

Better to wait until the animation is finished and the queue is clear before playing another one.

Requirement :

This mod needs the XML injector by Scumbumbo. You can download it here: https://scumbumbomods.com/xml-injector

How to install :

Just put both my mod and the XML injector script into your Sims 4 Mods folder.

Delete The older version, leave just the Updated one

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Ohh that was fun to write! Legend really fits this trope perfectly!!!

Be prepared. This is a long one as in, I wrote a 10-page essay. I went completely overboard and I loved every second of it.

I hope you like it! And it's what you had in mind.

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You were annoyed. In fact, annoyed was a heavy understatement. Furious would have been a better description.

You glanced sideways to the object of your fury. Legend.

He had picked on you the entire day, without a pause and it really got on your nerves quick.

Ever since you had joined the group he had been a prick, calling you names, calling you weak. So you threw the treatment right back.

You simply couldn’t stand him.

The group was done with your bullshit as well. Having fallen back, to bring as much distance between themselves, you and Legend as they could.

You locked eyes with the Veteran when he glanced your way, snarling at you while you gave him the finger.

Huffing in irritation, you quietly whispered to yourself. “I swear one of these days I’m going to roll my eyes so hard I’m going to go blind.”

You were tired and your legs hurt from traveling the entire day. You didn’t get enough breaks due to unsuitable resting locations. It has been a day for sure.

The sun had already started to set when Time finally declared it was time to set up camp. You groaned louder than you’d have to, but it let a bit of tension escape your system.

“Quit your whining. If a little bit of walking is already too much for you, you shouldn’t have come through the portal.”

The tension was back.

“Excuse me?” You turned towards Legend, who glared at you again.

The others around you already giving each other looks. The next argument was about to start.

Legend rolled his eyes and waved you off. “You’re excused.”

You gasped, already taking offense before pinching the bridge of your nose. “Go buy a personality.”

You got your bedroll from your bag, shaking it out until it got ripped from your hand, an angry Legend now right in your face. “What did you say?”

You glared at him, taking your bedroll back, shoving the Veteran out of your way. “Nice try. You’re about as intimidating as a butterfly. Leave me alone.”

You could visibility see him shaking of anger, but he didn’t say anything else when you rounded him and placed your bedroll as far away from his as you could. Afterwards you proceeded to get comfortable against a tree, pulling out your favorite, worn down book, waiting for the food to be ready.

The sun hadn’t disappeared behind the horizon yet when dinner was ready. Wild was handing out bowls of stew, which you gladly took. “Thanks Wild.”

Then the conversations started and you overheard Legend throwing insults at your battle skills the more time went by. He was intentionally provoking you. And it angered you greatly.

You wanted to ignore him. You really did. But you couldn’t. “Please be quiet, I can’t even hear myself losing the will to live.”

This time Legend rolled his eyes. “I would call you an imbecile but that would be cruel as you wouldn’t be able to spell it.”

You scoffed. “Says the one who’s been living on the road, you rat.”

Leaning back comfortably, you put your attention back onto your book, but the Veteran kept interrupting you in different ways. Be it another insult or something that got thrown your way by ‘accident’.

Snapping your book shut with a loud slapping sound, your eyes nearly drilled holes into Legends face. “You interrupt my reading once more and this book will become a lethal weapon.”

Apparently, this was threat enough for him to keep his mouth shut for the rest of the night.

The following morning it was peaceful. Thankfully Legend was too tired to get on your nerves first thing after waking up.

You hadn’t slept well and definitely weren’t up to deal with the bane of your existence right now. Traveling at the very back of the Chain to keep your distance and maybe have just one day without constant arguing.

You could already feel a headache forming. Sky, who was walking in front of you noticed and fell back a little. “Hey, you good?”

You gave him a little smile, waving him off. “I’m fine just a headache.”

“Leave them be. If they can’t even keep up they don’t belong here.” It was Legend.

Sky frowned, “Hey. Be nice!” then proceed to turn back to you. He cringed. You already looked exhausted and now it only got worse. Slowly backing away he speed walked towards Time, telling him to take a break. This fight wouldn’t end nicely.

“Remember when I asked for your opinion?” Glaring at him your balled your hands into fists. “Yeah. Me neither.”

The others cringed at your tone of voice. You were already on edge, this wouldn’t end well.

Before Legend could say anything else, though, Time stepped in. “Enough. Whatever is going on here right now is over.” He had a pointed look, fixating the both of you.

You just nodded, not in the mood to deal with more, leaving for the front to walk between Twilight and Warriors who gave each other worried glances. They didn’t get to ask questions, though.

Wild came back from exploring a little further away. “There’s a dungeon ahead!” Stopping at Time’s side, he continued. “We should check it out.”

Time thought about it and nodded. “We should. Even if there’s nothing important in there at least we’ll get rid of the monsters inside.”

You weren’t exactly happy about this decision, but at least you could blow off some steam fighting blins.

The dungeon was dark. Only dimly lit by torches.

“It smells in here.” It was Winds voice. You snorted. “Maybe you should take a bath more often then.” He laughed, hearing the jest in your voice. “Hey!”

Your snickering got interrupted when one of the boys cursed. “A MECHANISM GOT TRIGGERED! WATCH OUT!”

On high alert your eyes scanned the tunnel for any attacks, yelping when the floor beneath your feet slid open, swallowing you whole.

You were tumbling through some kind of tube, until you took a free fall and landed on the hard ground beneath you, groaning in pain.

You had just sat up again when something, or rather someone landed on top of you. The same pained groan you made earlier, leaving their lips. At the same time you cursed, as the air got knocked out of your lungs.

“Get off me…” you whined. It was pitch black in the room. You couldn’t even see your hand in front of your face. It made your heart rate spike. You hated the dark.

The weight lifted itself off of you with a grunt. “Great. It’s you.” Apparently it was Legend who fell on top of you. “Time? Captain?” He asked into the nothingness. No answer. The Veteran grumbled in annoyance. “Great. We’ve got separated. And of course I have to be stuck with the idiot.”

His voice sounded close. At least you weren’t alone in this darkness. He still irked you. “You have your entire life to be a jerk. Why not take today off?”

He made a dismissive sound. “Fuck you.”

You didn’t respond to that, instead your hands got busy searching for your bag, there were torches in there. But as your hands slid along your belt, you found it empty. “Shit. I lost my bag. It must be somewhere in here.”

You tried to ignore the panic that started to settle in your bones. You’ve never done well in the dark.

You heard shuffling near you. “Mine fell off when I landed.” The shuffling continued as Legend seemed to look for the lost bag.

“What if there’s more of these mechanisms in here?!”

Legend sighed in exaggeration. “Stop being a coward, drama queen. It’s just another dungeon.”

Your breath became shorter, your heart beating up your throat, already feeling the panic attack coming.

Hearing Legend crawl around at least stopped the ringing in your ears for a bit. He got closer. His quiet cursing gave him away.

“It’s so fucking dark in here.”

His voice was right next to you when a loud rattle of a chain startled you. Jumping what felt like 10 feet in the air until you scrambled to cling onto the first thing your hands could find. Unluckily, it was the Veterans' arm. “Hey! Fuck o-“

“Please-“ your voice was shrill and trembled. “Please just stop being a jerk once in your life, Link.”

“Oi-“

It became harder and harder to breathe, your body slowly starting to shake like your voice did. You were having a full blown panic attack. “I can’t breathe.”

“Y/n-“

You shook your head quickly. “I need to get out of here,” you let go of Legend, wanting nothing more than to find a wall to guide you out of here.

A hand grabbed your wrist, a terrified yelp leaving your lips when you got pulled back.

“Y/n listen to me.” Legend sighed deeply. “Don’t be stupid. Panicking isn’t gonna help us get out of here.”

His hands found your shoulders. “I need your stubborn ass to listen to me this once, ok?” The Veteran sounded hesitant.

You were just able to squeak out a small mhm.

“I need you to breathe with me.” You heard him inhale. “In.” Legend exhaled. “and out. OK?” Another minhale. “In.” Exhale. “And out.”

You mirrored him. Your mind slowly becoming clearer as your heart rate slowed down to a normal beat. After one last exhale, you hung your head low.

“You good?”

You sniffed and rubbed sweat off your cheek with the back of your hand. “Yeah…”

“Alright, we gotta find our bags. Do you think you can do that?”

You hummed, furrowing your brows when Legend didn’t let go of your wrist. This felt so surreal. Legend didn’t act like Legend at all. But right now you sure as hell won’t complain.

Together you crawled around the dungeon’s floor until Legend spoke up again. “There we go.”

You could make out the sound of buckles being loosened and leather being stretched, accompanied by the clanking of glass bottles. He had found his bag.

Soon after, a flame ignited, revealing Legend holding his flame rod. The sudden light made you flinch involuntary.

Legend had never seen you this afraid, silently watching as you looked around the room and scrambled towards your pouch once you’ve spotted it. Instantly pulling out a torch, lighting it on fire. He wondered what had made you this scared of the dark.

It seemed you had something in common after all. He hated darkness as well. It was unsettling.

When your torch was lit, you looked around the room you were in. You couldn’t make out a door anywhere. And it was too dark to see every at the same time.

Your eyes traveled back towards Legend, who was sitting on the floor, still looking through his bag with his lips pressed into a thin line.

You looked away quickly when he glanced your way. You hated how vulnerable you showed yourself to him. But you begrudgingly had to admit he helped you. Big time.

Your hand shoves a Potion back into your pouch, closing your eyes with a heavy sigh.

“Thank you…”

Legend perked up, looking at you with confusion and surprise.

You shrugged, keeping your gaze glued to the floor. “For helping me…”

The Veteran made a dismissive noise, waving you off. “Don’t mention it.”

Getting onto your feet, your knees cracked in a not so satisfying way, making you cringe. “We need to find a way out…” your torch didn’t light up enough of the room to make out an exit, neither did Legends fire rod.

At least there weren’t any monsters here.

Both of you have just dusted yourselves off, looking around the walls for an archway or a door, when you could make out your names being called from behind.

“WE’RE HERE!” Legend was faster than you, turning around to head towards the calls. Yet he waited for you until you caught up. He didn’t even make a snarky remark.

“There you are! We were looking everywhere for you two!” It was Hyrule stepping forward, out of the group, giving Legend a once over. The Veteran slapped his hands away and pointed behind himself at you.

“Take care of that one. Idiot’s in shock. Scared of the dark. Pathetic.”

You winced a little. He was back to being a complete asshole. Hyrule approached you with a concerned expression. “Are you ok?” You took the hand he offered. “Yeah… just... tired…”

The rest of the dungeon was cleared fast, and you were glad you had the whole group to rely on.

Falling asleep instantly once your head hit your bedroll when you could set up camp outside again.

It had been a while since the dungeon incident, and Legend and you still kept on fighting as if nothing had happened.

“If you had a brain, maybe you'd be able to understand these tactics.”

The both of you were at it again. His last statement offending you. Hitting close to home. “Oh yes, because you are so great. Listen here, road rat. Being street smart isn’t something unique. You’re just being an ass again!”

“Fuck you!”

“Fuck you!”

With that, both of you turned on your heels, heading the opposite direction of the other. Away from camp, away from the prying eyes of the others.

Your feet brought you to a small creek nearby, sitting down by the edge of the water, you pulled your knees to your chest.

A bark sounded from behind you, making you turn your head slightly. It was the Wolf, approaching carefully as if he was afraid you’d run away.

You gave him a sad smile. “Oh Wolfie.” You scratched behind his ears when he sat down beside you, leaning against your legs. “I don’t know what to do.”

Wolfie looked at you, tilting his head as you kept on ranting, burying your hands in the dirt next to you. “He’s insufferable! Why does he always have to get on my nerves? It’s like provoking me is his only hobby. And then he even has the audacity to be smug about it! Him and his stupid smirk in his stupid, handsome looking face!”

You scoffed, throwing a hand full of pebbles into the water before you. “I just can’t get him off my mind, it’s driving me insane-“ you paused, eyes wide in horrified realization. “Oh my God.”

You rushed to get back to your feet and started to pace back and forth. The Wolf staring at you in confusion. “No no no no No No No NO NO” Your hands buried themselves in your hair, pulling in frustration. “This can’t be happening!”

Falling back to your knees, you threw your arms around the large Wolf. “This is horrible. Wolfie, I like him! I can’t like him, I’m supposed to hate him! He’s a prick!” You sobbed into his fur. “I don’t want to like him... What am I supposed to do?!”

You had been sitting with Wolfie for a while. Pondering and fighting with yourself. You were scared. “How do I get rid of this…” You refused to acknowledge your feelings. You’d take them, lock them in a drawer in the back of your mind and throw them off a cliff.

“We should go back. The others are probably worrying about us already.”

A bark was your answer, then you got up and slowly strolled back to camp.

You refused to make eye contact with anyone when you arrived. You were the first one to come back it seemed. Grateful for it, you snatched your bedroll and went to sleep after mumbling to Wild that you weren’t hungry and he didn’t need to cook for you. That earned you more than one worried pair of eyes flying your way.

You fell asleep fast, trying to escape everything that happened today.

Legend arrived soon after you had fallen asleep, taking the food Wild offered with a grumble. He eyed you for a second before his eyes squinted and his mood got worse, taking the bowl and leaving camp yet again.

Sky and Hyrule frowned. “He hates them…”

“No. He doesn’t.” It was Twilight’s voice that came from behind them, soon after the rancher emerged from the bushes. “Not really.”

His gaze went towards your sleeping form, a sad tinge filling them. “They just make him feel things that he’s claimed don’t exist.”

The rancher wiped his hand on his tunic. “We just gotta give em some time.”

After this evening the fights only got worse. More harsh, mean. You as well as Legend exploded at each other even more than before, things escalating almost immediately as you tried to deny what your heart told you it wanted.

You were yet again snapping at Legend, after another hurtful remark about your intelligence. “Why does everything have to be a struggle with you?”

Legend sneered. “Bite me.”

“Eat me.”

“Kiss my ass.”

More often than not, the group had to get in between before you’d be at each other’s throat.

And then there was Time, who seemed to have a blast to add to the tension.

“WHAT!?”

You and Legend yelled in unison.

“You heard me. We’ve got all the roles set. Get into the mansion, get the item, and get out to bring it back to where it belongs. And you two will be the distraction, so we can sneak inside without anyone noticing.”

You laughed unamused. “So you want us to act like a couple? Dancing and all that stuff?” You crossed your arms. “Time you I know I respect you greatly… but are you fucking nuts? I won’t do shit with that street rat.”

“Neither will I, you child of a Moblin.”

Time raised his brow with a sly grin. “You will. After all, you’re the only ones that fit in the fancy clothes.” His tone of voice didn’t accept a no.

With a hiss, you walked past the old man, leaving a fuming Veteran behind. “I’ll remember this, Time.”

The old man waved you off.

You had rented some rooms of an Inn to prepare.

It was the evening, the boys had just finished up everything they needed for the quest.

A knock sounded right when you were done getting ready. “Come in.”

It was Warriors, here to escort you to the others. “Wow. You look beautiful.”

You took his hand with a snort. “Flattery will get you nowhere. I’m still angry.”

The captain cringed a little but didn’t comment on it, instead walking down to the main room where the others were already waiting. Whistles and compliments falling from everyone’s lips. Well. Everyone’s but one.

You’ve arrived at the mansion fast, talking through the plan one last time until the group left you and Legend alone to sneak toward the side entrance.

Of course as soon as they left Legend started insulting you again, holding out his arm to take. “You still look like shit.”

You were tired. You both were. At least Legend looked like he could use a nap too.

A scoff was you answer, grabbing his arm and walking slowly towards the main entrance. “And you still look very punchable, you prick.”

Distracting the guards wasn’t too hard. A little small talk was already enough to help the other sneak in successfully.

The ballroom was huge and packed with people as you and Legend were headed for the dance floor.

Just as you placed your hand on Legends shoulder to dance, you whispered under your breath. “I can’t believe they’re making us do this. This is so stupid.”

“Shut up. The faster the others are done the faster we can leave.”

He guided you to the beat of the music, swaying and twirling you throughout the whole dance floor.

You had no idea he was a this good of a dancer, but he was way too rough with you. “I can’t stand you.”

Legend rolled his eyes. “At least we’re sharing one opinion. And if you dare stand on my foot once, I will drop you on the floor.”

You scowled, pulling him closer to whisper in a low tone. “Your ass must be jealous of all the shit that comes out of your mouth. I'm a perfectly fine dancer, thank you very much.”

His hand squeezed yours painfully, “Ouch!” a dangerous glint in his eyes. “Watch what you’re saying Idiot. I’m not the useless one here. I can fight, and I’m capable of clearing dungeon’s on my own. What can you do?”

Oh, now he wanted to hit you where it hurt. He knew you’ve never had any training in combat and struggled with keeping up with the battle skills of the others.

You sneered silently. “I’m trying my absolute hardest to see things from your perspective, but I just can’t get my head that far up my ass.”

Legend had thrown you into a dip as the song ended and was already opening his mouth to keep arguing when a huge explosion went off.

You flinched head snapping towards the noise, then back to Legend who looked at you with the same expression of surprise.

Then panic broke lose.

“INTRUDERS! SEARCH THE CROWS!”

Dread filled your guts when you saw guards entering the crowd, a yelp leaving your system when Legend pulled you along by your wrist, disappearing into one of the hallways next to the ballroom. “We have to get out of here!”

Legend ran as fast as he could. You hot on his heels. The faint footsteps of guards behind you.

Just as you looked back to check where the guard were, you heard Legend open a door, shoving you in and slamming it shut right after.

It was cramped in there, the room just being a small broom closet.

You were out of breath, leaning against the cold stone wall behind you, as you tried to listen for the footsteps that had followed you.

“This is your fault.” Legend whispered in an accusing tone of voice.

“My fault? How is this my fault?!” You glared at the Veteran. “I didn’t decide we’d do this whole shitty steal the Item bullshit.”

Legend growled at you. “If you ran faster we would have made it out easily. But you’re just as bad at running as you are in combat.”

“Can you stop belittling me for once.” You were fed up with his comments, they hurt. “What the hell is wrong with you Legend?!” You slapped his chest to accentuate your anger. The broom closet didn’t leave much room to dodge.

“I’m fucking tired that’s what’s wrong!” He got angry now too, getting right into your face.

“That’s not my fault, asshole! If you’re so tired you should maybe get your head out of your ass and sleep instead of blaming others for everything that happens to you, you prick!”

Legends hand slammed into the wall next to your head, making you jump, then he leaned in close. Too close for comfort. An enraged expression on his features.

“Well, maybe if you weren’t so goddamn beautiful I’d finally get some rest and stop thinking about you. But no. On my mind 24 fucking 7.”

You both froze, eyes wide, shock clearly evident on both of your faces.

He clearly hadn’t planned on letting this slip.

Legend licked his lips, swallowing heavily. Your eyes following the movement, as he watched your every move like a hawk.

You suddenly felt shy under his intense gaze, glancing to the side to escape it. Blinking a few times to clear your thoughts, you needed a few tries until you’ve found your voice again.

“I thought…” you swallowed thickly. “I thought you hate me.”

Your eyes met his again. They were half lidded and filled with an emotion you culdn’t quite pinpoint yet.

He leaned in more, his lips coming dangerously close to yours. “…things change…”

He had given up resisting his heart.

Just as his lips were about to touch yours, you panicked, pushing your hands against the Veteran’s chest to stop him.

“Legend I-“ you could find the words, hands gripping the fabric of his party clothes until your knuckles turned white.

“What?” His other hand came up to dry the tears you didn’t realize, spilled over your cheeks. “What is it?”

He looked as scared and unsure as you felt.

You took a shaky breath, your eyes captivating his, letting him drown in their beautiful color.

“I think I’m in love with you…” your gaze fell, locking onto his chest. “….and it scares me.”

He flinched at your words, knowing exactly why. He had never been kind to you ever since you joined the group, desperately fighting the feelings you brought to life.

His hands found their way to your face, tilting it up so you had to look at him. A pained expression on his features. “I know I haven’t been kind to you.“ his thumb wiped a few more tears away. “and I know I’ve been a prick and don’t have the right to ask for forgiveness or anything else.”

Legend ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “but I’ve tried to deny it for so long and I’m sick of it.”

By now he was so close, that Legends body was pressing yours against the wall behind you.

Your hands slowly unclenched from his clothes, his coming up to wrap around your wrists as if he was afraid you’d disappear any moment.

He could feel how fast your heart was beating.

“But we’ve always fought.” You sniffled. “And we’ve said such mean things to each other.” Your desperate gaze met his. “How is this ever going to work?”

Legends hands guided yours back onto his chest, pressing them flat against it so you could feel his racing heartbeat.

Your lips trembled. “Legend, what are we?”

He tilted his head, looking at you with so much guilt and love you could start crying all over again.

“I could be yours.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek.“ And you could be mine.” A kiss to the other.

Then he looked at you through half lidded eyes, leaning closer again, his breath hitting your lips lightly as his hands gently pressed yours against his chest for the second time.

“I guess our hearts don’t lie, huh?”

Legends lips brushed against yours, waiting for an answer.

“No…” you whispered and closed your eyes. You were done resisting as well. “They don’t.”

His lips pressed against yours with a passion you never knew Legend could possess. They were soft and tasted faintly like the honeyd candy he loved to eat.

The kiss felt amazing, but it wasn’t the stereotypical feeling of fireworks you’ve read about in books. It was slower, more intense. It was like molten lava. Hot, steady and unstoppable.

Your hands found their way into Legends hair as he pulled you even closer by your hips, nipping at your lower lip to gain better access.

You were drowning in each other’s embrace, finally able to let out all the tension, not breaking the kiss even though you slowly felt the need for air.

The door behind Legend got ripped open, both you and him breaking the kiss, heads whipping towards the doorway, heads turning the shade of ripe apples.

There stood the rest of the chain, staring at you in utter disbelief. Sky and Twilight were the first ones to come out of shock and started cheering.

“Finally!” “I thought they’d never stop being oblivious idiots.”

Soon the rest of the chain joined in.

You hid your face in Legends chest, embarrassed after being caught making out. Legend just stared at the unwanted audience, trying to process what the hell just happened.

“Come on. We took out the guards while you were…” Time gave a smirk. “busy. We can leave safely now.”

The Veteran groaned, the sound vibrating inside his chest and against your face, still hidden there.

Legend let go of you as the others started to leave, waiting for you get out of your hiding place, then proceeding to walk beside you in awkward silence.

You kept glancing at each other, a new kind of shy nesting in your chests after the previous events.

Legends hand brushed against yours, making you look down at them, slowly intertwining your fingers.

You smiled at each other.

It was awkward, it felt weird and it definitely wasn’t something any of you had expected.

It would be hard to get over what happened in the past. And there surely were many fights yet to be fought. After all, breaking habits wasn't easy.

But it was a start.

And it was worth a try...

[huckleberrykai]

TXT ~ let's dance the night away

pairing: txt x gn!reader (separate) scenario: prom with our fav boys 💗 warnings: a couple of pet names, just fluff basically lol click here for my masterlist! thank u anon for suggesting this!! i def went a bit overboard but i hope you like it, i loved writing these <3

yeonjun:

he's a prom-posal kinda guy

asks you to be his date in the gym during a sports game with a big sign and a bunch of roses

he's all for romantic gestures

he's usually pretty suave

so when he comes to pick you up on prom night and sees you in your outfit and gets the absolute wind knocked out of him - his resolve breaks a little

"hey there beautiful ~"

his voice definitely cracked

he drives you to prom, keeping a hand on your thigh at all times

the touchiness doesn't end in the car though

hand on your waist while dancing, hand on your back while walking or talking to friends, hand holding yours when he drags you to the dance floor - you name it he's touching you somehow

baby just wants to be close to you

and let everyone around you know that you're taken

although he definitely does that when he plants a sweet kiss on your lips during a slow dance

PDA king all night

YOU DEF GET PROM KING/QUEEN

he's proud to show off his royalty s/o and dance around in your crowns

overall prom with yeonjun would be so fun, his excellent dance moves making you laugh and his silly but sweet personality making sure you have the best prom you could ask for.

soobin:

he's so nervous to ask you even though you're already dating

doesn't always trust his words, to he opts for leaving a small plush bunny holding a heart on your desk with a little note - "will you go to prom with me? - soobin <3)

ofc you find him and say yes with the biggest hug and a kiss to his cheek

he's not usually a party guy

feels overdressed and anxious when he turns up on your doorstep in his suit holding a rose

all his worries melt away once you open the door looking like something out of a fairytale

'wow...'

biggest bunny smile on his face dsjklak

"you look so handsome soob, like a prince"

- flustered soobin activated -

although he doesn't like parties, he definitely had fun with you

somehow you ended up in a dance battle with his friends

absolutely losing it laughing from the sidelines

loved slow dancing with you the best

giving you heart eyes when you smile up at him

not one for PDA, but can't help but steal a kiss on the cheek as you gently sway together

overall, prom with soobin is very soft. lots of stolen glances at each other when you're with friends, and comforting smiles when you're alone - he treats you like royalty all night <3

beomgyu:

he's so excited when he hears prom is coming around

goes all out to ask you

it starts off as a joke - giant teddy bear and a card covered in glitter

but he gets way too into it

uses his week's worth of lunch money and his allowance to bribe some of the members of the schools marching band into playing your favourite song in the hallway for you

you'd just be at your locker on a random wednesday when suddenly you heard trumpets, horns, a drum, and... was that beomgyu?

he somehow got hold of a wireless microphone and a speaker so he could sing your favourite song with the band

your head snapped to the end of the hall, and there he stood with a giant ass teddy bear and his glittery card - prom ?

you covered your face in embarrassment

but how could you be mad when he was stood with a 4-foot bear and the cutest goofy smile on his face?

when you said yes everyone in the hallway cheered

both of your faces were burning red but you couldn't find it in yourself to care when he threw the microphone, bear and card on the floor so he could scoop you up in his arms

prom itself was just as eventful

making it a point to dip you and kiss you at the end of every song

silly dance battles x2

couldn't even be serious during the slow dances

tickled your sides making you yelp and laugh getting everyones attention

made you slow dance to gangnam style and twerk with him during soft love songs

overall, he found it cute when you were embarrassed so goofed around a lot - but you had a great time and that's all that mattered to him.

taehyun:

"so what time should i pick you up on friday?"

???

doesn't even ask LMAO

calls it 'boyfriend privilege' and says you're already his date by default

sounds legit, lets go terry !

he's usually not a showy person but can't help it when it comes to you

so he rents this beautiful car to drive you to prom

it's vintage, decorated with pretty banners and flowers

gives you flowers at your door and kisses your hand

"you look perfect my love"

gentleman x3000

very classic, all red roses and chivalry

opens your car door for you when you get in and again when you arrive

basically doesn't let go of your hand all night

he gets all your drinks for you

checks in on you a lot, making sure you're having a good time and no one is bothering you

stares daggers when other boys compliment your outfit

when you slow dance he lets you lay you head on his chest and shoves his face in your hair, just wanting to be near you while you dance to the soft tune

overall prom with tyun is the classic movie experience, he wants everything to be perfect and make sure you're comfortable. he's the perfect bf :')

hueningkai:

shy baby abt asking you

he wanted to be creative

you'd be having a movie night date since your parents were away

so you ordered pizza ! yum

he called the pizza place which was suspicious anyway since you'd usually do it

so it gets here, everything's good - you go to the kitchen for drinks while he sets everything up

you come back and plop everything on the table and open the pizza box...

'i know this is cheesy but...' was written on the top of the box

the toppings on the pizza spelled out 'prom?'

HEART MELTING BCS THATS SO CUTE BYE

he has this little shy smile on his face

ofc u say yes because :(( how could u not

you co-ordinated your outfits

your dress/suit matched his tie

can barely form a sentence when he sees you come down your stairs after making very awkward polite conversation with your dad for the last 10 minutes while you finished your hair

"w-woah, you look great- perfect even! you're so.. you.. uh"

you can't help but laugh because :( baby

you spend most of your time at the snack table when you aren't busting moves with your friends

soobin basically gags when he sees the two of you stood there feeding each other cheese cubes and candies and giggling at each other

jealousy is a disease get well soon soobin

doesn't know where to put his hands when you're dancing

he just wants to be respectful and not make you uncomfy :(

when you tell him it's okay his hands are glued to your sides, rubbing comforting circles into your hips

overall, he's shy but likes you so much he'll do anything to make sure you have fun ~ very cheesy very soft ssjksal i love him

[lucy90712]

Road to Recovery- Part 10

Masterlist

Date day has come around. This morning I woke up really early because I was nervous about tonight. It's stupid really as I've been to Pablo's place what feels like a million times before and I know he's a lovely guy but I can't help but be a bit anxious about actually going on a date with him. After we confessed our feelings for each other things have been a bit different it's not like we could forget about what happened so now our text conversations or FaceTime calls are a bit more flirty than they used to be. I'm not worried about things being awkward as I don't think things could ever be awkward between us but I am worried about what will happen if the date doesn't go well. Pablo and I get along really well as friends but that doesn't necessarily mean we will work romantically and that's my worry as I've got so used to having him in my life. 

I tried my best not to overthink too much as that definitely won't help but it definitely got harder as the day went on. When it was finally time for me to get ready is when I really started to get nervous it didn't help that Pablo told me to just dress casually which felt so wrong for a first date. I haven't been on many dates but the ones I have been on I've dressed up a bit for all of them and worn a nice dress or cute outfit but I'm not doing that tonight. I kept things simple and comfortable but without looking like I'd just crawled out of bed. As much as I didn't go overboard with my outfit I couldn't help but do my hair and a bit of makeup as I felt better knowing I was a bit more put together. Just to make sure I looked good I texted my best friend who I never get to see as she moved away but all I had to say was that I was going on a casual date and she was replying just after I'd hit send. She really hyped me up and told me I looked amazing which made me feel a lot better. 

Pablo really wanted to be able to pick me up for our first date but of course he couldn't so instead he told me Fermin was coming to pick me up on his way back from training. I was also made aware that Fermin really made fun of Pablo for not being able to pick up his own date and he even said he might not bring me over to Pablo's and take me out himself which was of course a joke but Pablo made me promise not to go anywhere with him. Fermin text me as soon as he arrived so I made my way down as quickly as possible which is as quick as the lift in my building goes. When he saw me coming Fermin got out of his car and handed me a bouquet of my favourite flowers as well as a little card which told me that they were from Pablo. 

"Did he make you pick these up?" I asked Fermin

"Yeah I told him to get them delivered but he didn't want to do that and he blackmailed me into picking them up" Fermin explained 

"He blackmailed you" I laughed 

"He said he'd post an embarrassing picture of us as kids and I know the one he's talking about and I'd rather die than have the public see that picture" he laughed 

"I better be careful what pictures I show him then I don't need him having blackmail material on me too" I joked 

"You'll be fine he loves you far too much to ever do that to you" he said 

"How are you feeling are you nervous?" Fermin asked 

"Yeah I know I don't need to be but I can't help it I'm just worried we won't work out as more than friends" I admitted 

"Trust me you'll be fine I can't tell you everything but Pablo talks about you a lot and I can tell you mean a lot to him so I wouldn't be worried he'll do everything he can to make things work" he said 

"Thanks hearing that makes me feel a lot less anxious" I said 

"It's what I'm here for" he joked 

We chatted as he drove, he asked about my recovery and I asked about the team and training. It was nice to catch up with him but we soon arrived at Pablo's and so I got out as he pulled up outside so I didn't take away any more of his time. While in the car the nerves went away but they all came back once I was actually making my way towards the door. I just didn't feel worthy of being in this position sure me and Pablo may get on really well but that doesn't mean I deserve to be going on a date with him. I know I'm not the type of person he will have been on dates with before I've seen the girl he's been linked with in the past and I am nowhere near on the same level as them he is definitely way out of my league which is what's making me so insecure. 

Before my thoughts could get too out of control Pablo opened the door and welcomed me in with a smile that instantly made me relax a little. He hugged me as soon as I was close enough and like always pressed a kiss to my cheek which I don't think will ever not make me blush. My nerves really settled down as he started to talk to me in fact I felt kind of stupid for being so worried as I instantly felt the usual comfort I feel when I'm with Pablo. He was beaming from ear to ear as he took me into the living room where he had set up loads of cushions and blankets and there was so many snacks on the table. It was clear that he wanted us to have a movie night together and that's exactly the type of thing I was hoping he'd do for our first date something simple but also something that allows us to spend some quality time together. 

Somehow he'd managed to get all of my favourite snacks and he'd even got my favourite movie ready for us to watch first. I like to try and pretend that my favourite film isn't tangled but in reality I can't help but love that film I watched it all the time growing up especially after a hard day. My love of tangled isn't something I've ever mentioned to Pablo or at least I don't remember doing so which means he must've somehow asked Alonso as he's probably the only one that would know and would have no hesitation in saying it. Knowing that he cared enough about making this date special to ask my brother what I'd like put a smile on my face and gave me a fuzzy feeling inside. 

We both sat on the sofa as Pablo started the movie, there was a bit of space between us but that lasted just a few seconds. Pablo was quick to put his arm around my waist and pull me closer so that I was tucked into his side. His arm stayed around my waist as I leant my head on his shoulder as it was more comfortable. Pablo's fingers started rubbing across my skin and tracing shapes as he watched the movie he was doing it without thinking but I was definitely thinking about it. Feeling his hands on me is still feels odd I'm not used to having anyone touch me in such a gentle and innocent way but I enjoy having Pablo's hands on me in that way. 

Once the first movie ended we watched Pablo's favourite film and then a few more. We were enjoying each other's company so much that we no idea what the time was by the time we both looked at the clock it was already 2am and my sudden tiredness started to make sense. There was a look between us one that portrayed that neither of us wanted tonight to end but knew we had to as it was getting late and we should go to sleep. 

"Seeing as its late why don't you stay here I have a guest room and it saves you calling your brother" Pablo suggested shyly

"If you're ok with me staying I'd love to but I don't have any clothes to change into" I said 

"Of course I want you to stay and I can give you some of my clothes to sleep in plus I have extra toothbrushes for you to use" he said 

With that it was decided we both made our way upstairs and Pablo grabbed some of his clothes for me and a toothbrush before showing me to the guest room. I've been around Pablo's house before but I haven't really seen the upstairs especially not the guest room but it was huge, bigger than most of my apartment. The room also had its own en suite which could probably fit 10 people in comfortably. Looking around the room it really sunk in that as normal as Pablo may act and his life may be at the moment he doesn't lead a normal life at all once he's back to playing and training things will be so different. The possibility of us being a thing by then and me getting to go and watch him play and support him is quite exciting I've watched all the teams matches recently and some old ones that Pablo played in but it will be so different seeing him out there in person. 

I got myself ready for bed after a few moments of admiring the room. While brushing my teeth I discovered that Pablo's guest room is stocked with body wash, shampoo, conditioner you name it it's probably in there. I imagine that his sister or his mum did this or at least suggested it but still the sentiment was there. Seeing as he had some makeup remover and face wash I decided I'd use it as I know I'd regret not doing it in the morning when I start breaking out. Once I was finished in the bathroom I changed into the hoodie and shorts Pablo gave me, I definitely looked like an idiot as the clothes were too big but I didn't really care as I was so comfortable. Just after I had finished getting changed there was a knock on the door and Pablo popped his head round once I told him to come in. 

"Hey I just wanted to come and say goodnight and tell you how much I enjoyed tonight it's the most enjoyable date I've ever been on probably ever" he said 

"I really enjoyed tonight too thank you for setting this all up you did a great job at making it feel like a special night" I said 

"I'm glad you enjoyed it but your brother helped me out a bit he gave me the movie suggestions 

"I had a feeling he helped you out a bit how did you ask him though I have to know" I said 

"I checked your following on Instagram and then dm'ed him" Pablo explained 

"You're crafty I might have to watch who I follow" I joked 

"You don't have to worry I promise I only have good intentions" he said 

As we talked Pablo walked closer and closer to me until I was standing at the edge of the bed with him right in front of me. When we stopped talking we just looked into each others eyes which made some tension build in the air. I could see him looking at my lips every now and then and I couldn't help but do the same. I wanted to kiss him so badly but I didn't want to be the one to make the first move as I don't want to be the one to ruin things if he doesn't want to kiss me. The silence in the room didn't help with the tension it seemed to last forever but eventually Pablo broke the silence.

"Can I kiss you" he whispered 

"Of course" I whispered back 

He didn't waste any time he quickly put his hands on my cheeks and pulled me into a searing kiss. I haven't kissed many people but straight away I knew this kiss was the best I've ever had. I don't think anything can compete with the feeling of finally having Pablo's lips on mine, months of hidden feelings and a first date with so much anticipation has finally led to this moment which is one I'll never forget. The kiss didn't last that long before we both pulled away smiling at each other. With the adrenaline rushing through my veins I was feeling a lot more confident so I got on my toes and gave Pablo another kiss which he was quick to reciprocate. We kissed a few more times each being just as good as the last but eventually we had to stop or else we'd be there forever. 

"Goodnight Cariño" Pablo said kissing my cheek 

"Goodnight" I replied 

As soon as he left I couldn't wipe the giant smile off my face even as I laid down in bed. Today has been completely perfect despite all my worries everything went so much better than I expected it to. It's starting to feel like things between me and Pablo really could go somewhere. 

[sicknessbysalem]

god i love saylor and julian. i need MORE. since you just did a saylor fic, can we get another with sick julian?? i think he’s precious. maybe they get invited to a party and he gets sick there or something?? love your work!

i went overboard with this i am sure. but i love making either of them suffer.

if you have anymore questions, comments, concerns, etc., send me a request!

tw emeto, scat, fever, character accidentally getting sick on someone, mentions of homelessness

Julian sat cross-legged on Saylor’s bed, his eyes wide with excitement. "Come on, Saylor! It'll be fun. Just this once, please?"

Saylor sighed, leaning against her desk and crossing her arms. "Julian, you know I'm not a party person. Crowds, loud music, random people... it's just not my scene."

Julian pouted, his expression one of exaggerated disappointment. "But it'll be different with you there. Please? For me?"

She rolled her eyes, but a small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "You always know how to twist my arm. Fine, I'll go. But only because it's you."

Julian's face lit up, and he jumped off the bed to give her a quick hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! You won't regret it, I promise."

Saylor laughed, shaking her head. "Yeah, yeah. Now, if we're going to this thing, we might as well do it right.”

“I can do your makeup, you’ll be so hot. Maybe I’ll snag you a girlfriend." Julian told her.

“I’ll do yours so you don’t look like you were expelled from clown college,” Saylor said, “Your taste in men shows it well enough.”

Julian's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Deal! Let's get started."

They gathered their supplies, and Julian sat back on the bed as Saylor began working on his makeup.

She concentrated, her hands steady as she applied eyeshadow and eyeliner, enhancing his already striking features. As she worked, she noticed he felt a bit warmer than usual, his skin slightly flushed. She paused, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Hey, Jules, you feeling okay? You seem a bit warm," she asked, her voice tinged with concern.

Julian shrugged, giving her a reassuring smile. "I'm fine, Saylor. Probably just excited about the party. Keep going, you're doing great."

Saylor nodded, though a part of her couldn't shake the slight worry. She continued applying his makeup, adding the finishing touches with a deft hand. "Alright, you're all set. You look amazing, as always."

Julian grinned, admiring himself in the mirror. "Thanks, Saylor. Your turn now."

They switched places, and Julian took great care in applying her makeup, his touch gentle and precise. Saylor closed her eyes, letting herself relax as he worked. She trusted Julian completely, and the soft brush of the makeup tools against her skin was oddly soothing.

"There," Julian said, stepping back to admire his work. "You look stunning, Saylor."

She opened her eyes and glanced in the mirror, impressed by his skill. "Not bad, Julian. Not bad at all."

"Right… now, what are you wearing?" Julian said, looking over Saylor who was very clearly about to go to the studio or had just come back before Julian came. "Definitely not that… I’m going through your closet."

"No dresses," Saylor said firmly, "Or skirts."

Julian rolled his eyes playfully. "Fine, fine. I know the rules." He walked over to her closet and started picking through her clothes, humming thoughtfully as he examined each piece. "Let's see... we need something that screams 'Saylor' but is also party-appropriate."

Saylor watched him with mild amusement as he pulled out various items, holding them up for consideration. He finally settled on a pair of black ripped jeans and a short sleeve shirt with a collar that looked like a choker necklace with a little metal crescent moon.

"How about this? Edgy, casual, but still says you're here to have a good time… and I am so borrowing that shirt some time.” He told her.

She nodded appreciatively. "Not bad. I can work with that. And you can borrow my clothes at any time, I don’t give a fuck.”

Julian grinned, clearly pleased with his selection. "Glad you said that. I’m going to borrow your studded belt and that cool necklace you have? It'll go perfectly with my outfit."

Saylor raised an eyebrow. "You really think you can pull off my look?"

"Absolutely," Julian replied with a wink. "Besides, it'll be a nice change from my usual style."

She chuckled, shaking her head. "Alright, go ahead. But if you lose my stuff, you're buying me new ones."

"Deal, I’ll make you new ones if you want,” Julian said, already fastening the belt around his waist and slipping on the necklace. He turned to Saylor, admiring their combined efforts. "Look at us, all dressed up and ready to party."

Saylor took a moment to appreciate the transformation. Julian had an uncanny knack for putting together outfits that not only looked good but also felt right. She felt more confident, more herself, even as the prospect of the party still loomed with a mix of excitement and apprehension.

"Okay," she said, taking a deep breath. "Let's do this."

Julian linked his arm with hers, leading the way out of her dorm room. "Remember, we're going to have fun tonight. No stressing allowed."

Saylor nodded, trying to absorb some of his infectious energy. "Yeah, fun. Got it."

-

The party was in full swing by the time Saylor and Julian arrived. The house was packed with people, music pulsing through the walls and lights casting vibrant hues across the rooms.

Julian's eyes lit up with excitement as he took in the scene, his natural sociability drawing him into the crowd almost immediately.

"Alright, Saylor, let's mingle!" he said, giving her a quick hug before diving into the throng of partygoers.

Saylor smiled, though she felt a bit out of her element. She watched Julian disappear into the crowd, his laughter and animated gestures making him easy to spot even from a distance.

Saylor found a relatively quiet corner to observe the chaos, a way to just han gout and read on her phone, nursing a drink and occasionally chatting with a few familiar faces.

As the night wore on, Julian was in his element, flitting from group to group, making friends effortlessly. Saylor caught glimpses of him often and each time it relaxed her, seeing him more and more alive as the night went on.

But after a couple of hours, he started to feel a bit off. It was a subtle shift at first—a slight queasiness in his stomach that he attributed to the couple of drinks he'd had. Alcohol never really affected him, but he hadn’t had much of an appetite earlier so maybe that was it.

Brushing it off, Julian continued to socialize, but the discomfort in his stomach grew steadily worse. He found himself rubbing his abdomen absentmindedly, trying to ease the nausea that was beginning to take hold.

He took a sip of water, hoping to settle his stomach, but it did little to help.

Julian tried to push through, laughing and chatting with a group of new acquaintances, but his body had other plans. A sharp cramp twisted through his stomach, making him wince.

He excused himself from the conversation and made his way to the bathroom, his steps growing unsteady as the nausea intensified.

Inside the bathroom, Julian leaned over the sink, taking deep breaths and hoping the wave of sickness would pass. He splashed some cold water on his face, but the relief was fleeting. His stomach churned violently, and he felt a bead of sweat trickle down his temple.

He took a deep breath, clutching the edge of the sink. The nausea was relentless, making his head spin and his mouth water in that telltale way that signaled he was about to be sick.

He managed to leave the bathroom and find a quieter spot in the house, but the party felt like it was closing in on him. The music was too loud, the lights too bright, and every movement seemed to jostle his already delicate stomach.

Julian sank into a chair, wrapping his arms around his midsection as another cramp hit. He tried to take slow, deep breaths, but each one seemed to make the nausea worse. His skin felt clammy, and he could feel his pulse racing, a cold sweat breaking out across his forehead.

He closed his eyes, trying to steady himself, but the room spun violently, and he knew he couldn't ignore it any longer. Julian stumbled to his feet, looking around desperately for a place to go. He didn't want to be sick in front of everyone, and he needed to find Saylor.

Pushing through the crowd, Julian's vision blurred with the effort. His legs felt weak, and he could barely focus on where he was going.

He managed to make it to the back of the house, where he found another bathroom. He stumbled inside, barely making it to the toilet before he started to retch.

The first wave of vomit hit him hard, his body convulsing with the force of it. He clung to the toilet, each heave making him feel like his insides were being wrung out.

The taste was bitter and acrid, burning his throat and making his eyes water. He retched again and again, each bout leaving him more drained and disoriented.

Finally, he was left panting, his body trembling with exhaustion. He leaned his head against the cool porcelain, trying to catch his breath.

The nausea still lingered, and he knew he wasn't done yet. Another cramp twisted through his stomach, and he braced himself for the next wave as a threatening burp worked its way up his throat.

Julian managed to pull out his phone, his fingers trembling as he typed a quick message to Saylor. His vision blurred, making it hard to focus, but he managed to hit send before another wave of nausea overtook him.

He barely had time to set his phone down before he was retching again, his body convulsing with the effort. The minutes felt like hours, and he clung to the toilet, praying for the nausea to subside.

Saylor was mingling in the living room when her phone buzzed. She pulled it out, her brow furrowing with concern as she read Julian's message.

Without hesitation, she made her way through the crowded house, pushing past the throngs of partygoers until she found the back bathroom.

She knocked lightly before pushing the door open, finding Julian slumped against the toilet, his face pale and sweaty.

“God, all that time I spent on your makeup and it’s ruined,” Saylor shook her head, “I suppose this is the life of an artist.”

Saylor knelt down beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder, “Jules, what the hell happened to you?" she asked, her voice a mix of concern and teasing.

Julian looked up at her, she could feel him shaking. His breaths were shaky.

“Suddenly… needed to…. Be sick,” Julian stammered, gagging, “Gonna be… sick… hang-“

Saylor rolled her eyes, rubbing his back and pushing his hair back, "You're a complete mess. I leave you alone for ten minutes and you fall apart… But don't worry, we'll fix you up. I’ll take any excuse to get the fuck out of here. You think that’s it?"

Julian nodded weakly when he was done being sick. “Yeah, I think so. Just... need a minute."

Saylor helped him to his feet, supporting him as they made their way out of the bathroom and through the house. Julian leaned heavily on her, each step a struggle, but Saylor kept a steady grip on him, guiding him outside to her car.

Once they were in the car, Julian slumped into the passenger seat, his eyes closed as he tried to breathe through the nausea. Saylor started the engine and glanced over at him. "You sure you're okay, Jules? You look like you've been through a war."

Julian chuckled weakly. "Just a little queasy. Thanks for rescuing me."

Saylor smirked, pulling out of the driveway. "That's what best friends are for. Just try not to puke in my car, okay? I don't think my seats can handle it."

Julian managed a laugh, though it quickly turned into a groan as another wave of nausea hit him. "I'll do my best."

The drive back to the dorms was quiet, save for the occasional gentle teasing from Saylor, trying to keep Julian's spirits up. When they finally arrived, Saylor parked the car and helped Julian inside, supporting him as they made their way to his room.

-

"Okay, you think you can manage without throwing up for a few minutes?" Saylor asked, eyeing him critically. "I might run to my dorm and grab something less uncomfortable."

"Yeah, sure, I’ll be alright," Julian said, nodding. "I should sleep, honestly. Or try to."

"I’ll be back in like ten minutes then," Saylor said, "Just text me if anything happens."

Julian nodded, giving her a weak smile. As soon as Saylor left, he tried to relax, hoping the worst of his nausea had passed.

But as he lay there, a new, uncomfortable sensation began to build in his stomach. It wasn’t the familiar churn of nausea; it felt more like a pressure, an urgent need that he couldn't ignore.

He groaned softly, forcing himself to sit up. His stomach gurgled ominously, and he knew he needed to get to the bathroom. He staggered to his feet, clutching his stomach as he made his way to the bathroom down the hall.

Inside the bathroom, Julian barely made it to a stall before collapsing onto the toilet. His body seemed to give out all at once, releasing a torrent of diarrhea that left him gasping and shivering. He leaned forward, resting his head on his arm as he tried to ride out the waves of cramping.

Each wave seemed to intensify his nausea, and he clutched his stomach, feeling it twist and turn painfully. The room seemed to spin around him, and he closed his eyes, taking deep, shaky breaths.

He could feel his stomach grumble before something came out of him, splattering into the toilet and leaving him resisting a gag behind closed lips.

Saylor returned to the dorm with a fresh change of clothes. She found Julian's room empty and immediately felt a pang of worry.

If he wasn’t here, she knew where he probably was.

She walked down the hall, hearing faint sounds coming from the bathroom. She pushed the door open gently and called out, "Julian? You in here?"

"Yeah," came Julian's weak reply from one of the stalls. HIs stomach growled again and Saylor heard the splatter into the toilet.

Saylor stayed outside the stall, her voice laced with concern. "You okay in there?"

Julian groaned. "Not really. My stomach is really not doing well..."

Saylor was sure she could hear another unhappy growl coming from her friend’s stomach.

"Are you throwing up or..?" she asked, trying to keep her tone light to ease his discomfort.

"No, not throwing up," he admitted, his voice strained. Saylor knew what that meant, “But it's making me so nauseous."

Saylor leaned against the wall, trying to distract him. "Sounds like that time you got food poisoning from that sketchy taco truck? You were convinced you were dying."

Julian let out a weak laugh. "You stayed up all night with me, making sure I didn't actually die."

"Yeah, and you owe me for that," she teased. "I had to miss my art history class the next morning. And you vomited in my purse in the lunch room because you could have sworn you would be fine to eat lunch that afternoon.”

Silence. Or mostly silence. Saylor heard a sick sound coming from the other side of the door. She heard Julian burp, wet and threatening, before she heart another round of diarrhea splash into the toilet.

"I’m here, okay?" Saylor said.

After what felt like an eternity, Julian's stomach finally seemed to settle. He cleaned himself up as best he could and stepped out of the stall, looking pale and exhausted.

Saylor gave him a sympathetic smile. "Feel better?"

"I think I’m-," Julian went to say, Saylor assumed he was going to agree. But then, he stopped. He stumbled, Saylor did not like the look of him.

"Whoa, easy there," she said, her arms around him.

Julian tried to steady himself, but it was too late. He doubled over, vomiting violently. The force of it took both of them by surprise, and Saylor found herself splattered in the process.

Julian gasped, his eyes wide with horror. "Oh God, Saylor, I'm so sorry..."

Saylor looked down, sighing softly “Well, I guess I’ll just have to borrow your clothes?”

“I’m so sorry…” Julian said, “I didn’t expect to-“

"Hey, it's okay. Not the first time, remember?" Saylor said.

Julian's stomach heaved again, and he vomited once more, the nausea relentless. He didn’t want to know if he threw up on Saylor again, but if he did she didn’t say anything. He felt her whip him around and shove him back in the stall, more panicked than aggressive. The sudden motion took his stomach with it and he was having over the toilet before he could even process he was still feeling nauseous.

Saylor held him steady, her hand rubbing gentle circles on his back. "Just get it all out, Jules. You'll feel better once it's over."

He vomited so hard that it came out of his nose, the acid burning his sinuses and making his eyes water. He coughed violently, the choking sensation making him retch even harder. Each heave was more intense than the last, his body shaking with the effort.

Saylor stayed by his side, her hand rubbing his back in slow, soothing circles, occasionally patting it when he coughed particularly hard.

"You're okay, Jules," she murmured. "Just breathe. Get it all out."

Julian's stomach continued to contract painfully, forcing up wave after wave of vomit. The sound was harsh and guttural, each retch echoing off the tiled walls.

He could feel his throat burning, and his nose was running from the vomit that had come up through it. He coughed again, the action making him vomit even harder.

His body felt like it was on fire, the fever adding to his misery. Sweat poured down his face, mixing with tears of exertion. He could barely catch his breath between heaves, his whole body wracked with the effort of expelling whatever was making him so sick.

Saylor’s hands disappeared for a second, before they came back. Julian didn’t know where they went. Though he wouldn’t admit it, he was thankful to feel her hand. It was grounding, something keeping him from panicking while his stomach decided to pitch a fit.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the vomiting began to subside. Julian leaned heavily against the toilet, his body trembling with exhaustion. He took deep, ragged breaths, trying to calm his racing heart.

Saylor stayed close, her hand still on his back. "You're doing great, Julian," she said softly. "Just a little more. You've got this."

Julian nodded weakly, too drained to respond. He could feel the last remnants of nausea lingering but hoped the worst was over. He leaned back against Saylor, grateful for her steady presence. He felt more than usual. She must have taken off her shirt, probably anticipating he was going to do this, leaving her in a sports bra and shorts.

"It's okay," Saylor whispered, brushing a strand of hair from his sweaty forehead. She stroked his cheek gently, then clicked her tongue is a disappointed way, “Jules, you’re burning up…”

Julian felt her hands on his face as she tried to confirm it. He was so exhausted he couldn’t seem to care. Not right bow. He just wanted to lay back against her.

He felt a finger run under his eye, "God, your poor thing…” Saylor said.

Julian knew he was probably super sick. Or startled Saylor enough with the sudden severity of his stomach giving him hell. Saylor was never this gentle, not with anyone. She wasn’t built to be gentle, not after how she grew up. And yet, here she was. Being gentle and worried, her strong and sarcastic demeanor shifting to something more caring and subdued.

Saylor grabbed a poece of toilet paper, wiping off Julian’s face. He wished he could say he was embarrassed but he was so exhausted.

“You look like shit,” Saylor said. That was the Saylor he knew and loved.

“Feel like it too,” Julian said, “My stomach is not happy… I won’t be sick but damn…”

Saylor sighed, “You're okay now. Let's get you back to bed. I’ll stay with you until they threaten to expel me.”

Julian nodded again, his eyes half-closed with exhaustion. "Thanks, Saylor," he managed to whisper. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You'd do the same for me," Saylor replied, her voice filled with affection. "Now let's get you comfortable."

Saylor helped him stand, leading him back to his room. She helped him to bed, grabbed one of his t-shirts from the drawer and slipped it on, though the way it fit she was sure it was hers, before grabbing him some water.

She set that down, and Julian watched her as she grabbed the small trash can by his desk. There was nothing in it, he knew that. But he watched her put paper towels in the bottom and then a few bags from one of their grocery runs.

“It lessens the mess and keeps it quiet if you have to throw up but don’t want anyone knowing…” Saylor said, acknowledging the way he watched her.

“How do you know that?” Julian asked, his voice weak but curious. “Why do you know that?”

“Hostels and shelters might kick you out if they find out you’re sick,” Saylor said plainly. “And as someone who’s homeless with stomach issues, you do what you can for a safe place. Or… safer than sleeping on the streets.”

Julian's eyes widened, "You were homeless?"

Saylor sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I mean… I have been since I was eighteen. Of course I work on campus on breaks as much as I can, but if I can’t be here then my current option is my car.”

“Did your parents just kick you out when you were eighteen?” Julian asked curiously.

“Technically, I spent most of my teen years on the streets to get away from my parents’ bad habits. Stealing to survive, doing whatever it took to get by." Saylor said, “But, I had a place the cops dropped me off at when they caught me until I was eighteen. Then I left the state, came here, and now do what I can to survive.”

Julian, trying to get comfortable despite his lingering nausea, looked at her with a mixture of surprise and concern. "I had no idea, Saylor. I mean, I knew things were tough for you, but I didn't realize..."

Saylor shrugged, giving him a small smile. "It’s not something I talk about much. I don’t give a fuck about it and usually when I tell people they get all pitying and overbearing. But yeah, it was rough. You do what you can to survive. Do you want me to read some fashion articles? I have a few saved.”

Julian reached out and took her hand, squeezing it gently. "Tell me more, if you're okay with it. I want to understand."

Saylor looked down at their joined hands, her expression softening. She shifted on the bed, sitting beside Julian, “How’s your stomach?”

“Hurts, queasy,” Julian sighed. “Just… talk to me?”

“God, I hate that feeling,” Saylor said, reaching over, rubbing his stomach gently to help ease his discomfort. "Alright. What do you want to know?"

Julian closed his eyes, focusing on the comforting sensation of her hand on his stomach. "Everything, I guess. What was it like? How did you manage?"

Saylor took a deep breath, "It was... scary, mostly. You never knew where your next meal was coming from or if you'd have a safe place to sleep. I don’t want to talk about my parents, but in short home wasn't safe. I started staying out more, crashing with friends or in shelters when I could. But sometimes, I just had to find a corner to hide in and hope no one bothered me."

Julian listened intently, his heart aching for her. "How did you get by? I mean, day to day?"

"Stealing, mostly," Saylor admitted, her voice quiet. "I got pretty good at it, too. Not proud of it, but when you're starving, you do what you have to. I tried to avoid trouble, but it found me more often than not. I started working in fast food when I was sixteen. Every shift I could possibly come up with. Do an overnight shift and go to school and then come back to work as soon as the day was done. I tried putting money away but then my mom stole it, so when I was eighteen I had nothing.”

Julian looked at her, very clearly intrigued and curious, and not at all pitying. "I can't even imagine. I grew up in a bubble, I guess. Everything was always taken care of. Hearing what you went through... it makes me realize how lucky I've been."

Saylor smiled, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "You are lucky, Jules. But don't feel guilty about it. Just means you can appreciate what you have and maybe help others who aren't as fortunate."

Julian nodded, feeling a bit more settled despite his lingering queasiness. "You’re right. I’m glad you’re here, Saylor. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Saylor chuckled softly. "Probably be a lot more miserable right now."

Julian laughed weakly. "True. Thanks for being here. And for telling me. It means a lot."

Saylor continued to rub his stomach gently, her touch soothing. "Anytime, Jules. Now try to rest. I'll stay right here until you fall asleep."

Julian nodded, “and hey, for what it’s worth. You’re one of the strongest people I know.”

“Well, you have the strength composition of a worm, that doesn’t take much. I can bench press you any day.” Saylor teased.

Julian smiled, squeezing her hand lightly.