#fic: the policy of truth
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#in researching for my big bang fic#i was looking up queer novels#and i found a blog called the lies they tell#itâs not on tumblr itâs on some other website#and its entire blog dedicated to being a transphobic bigot#they say on the blog they are against the medicalisation of bodies and think that the language should be rooted in truth#and policy should be formed on facts not feelings#the last part fucking pissed me off#there is so much research done that supports the fact that medical transition helps a shit ton of trans people#also what? the medicalisation of bodies?#does that include everything? or you just want to prohibit trans people from doing shit?#fuck off i fucking#iâm literally jsut trying to live my life and i find shit like this#trans people arenât even a fucking threat and yet theyâre trying to take away my fucking rights for existing
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summary_ short scenes of how in-ho thought he didnât care about you, but he realized he actually did after seeing you almost overdose for doing drugs with Thanos and Namgyu.
warnings_ AGE GAP! (not specified), lots of restroom scenes lol, protective! in-ho, mild brat!reader, brat tamer!in-ho, reader ingests Thanosâ pills, blood, angst, fluff, slight canon divergence, NOT PROOFREAD
Notes_ I wish I had added more details to this one but I have been busy and Iâm slightly drunk rn, sorry
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Ride or die, you heard once.
Even when you think you have it all, thereâs still more to get.
Five days ago you were partying hard at some elite club, three days ago some asshole tried to poison you and now you were playing Korean children's games to death.
Player 153, you got. The green tracksuit unintentionally made your eyes highlight, as you had noticed the first time you visited the restrooms.
You knew what and where you were getting into. After all, your father was more than a big sponsor of the games. He wanted you to marry an asshole, and you flew away. He tried to kill you, the only option left was death or death. It was dramatic, but sadly the truth. Nobody was waiting for you outside of the deadly games.
Your gelish nails were surviving the whole thing. The bright burnt orange color matched the dress of the big doll of the first game. The cheeky asshole of Thanos befriended you because of that. Then you met Nam-gyu and there was some odd connection.
It never occurred to you that you would be recognized. Even when you were the only foreigner in the games of that year.
It was on your way back to bed when you met him.
Hwang In-ho melted into the crowds of players, ready to assume the role of player 001. He was alert to every single movement and was trying to hear everything that was said when he heard some annoying voices.
âAnd did you see how that asshole started screaming? Dude that was crazy!â When In-ho turned, he saw the mediocre rapper with purple hair shouting and moving like a little kid through the maze of pink stairs at his other assholes friends.
âSTOP!â Namgyu mocked player 456, making Thanos initiate a horrendous rap verse about the first game.
And then a female laugh joined them.
âSay heâs telling the truth, Wouldnât that be crazy?â In-ho gently dodged some people to get closer, and he ended up walking literally behind you.
All he could see was the back of a short woman, with nice legs and an attractive silhouette; In-ho almost rolled his eyes at the thought, already feeling stressed because he had lost sight of Gi-hun.
âYouâre already on a trip, y/n-suâ Thanos took you and Namgyu by the shoulders and the three of you started cackling like idiots.
Player 153, y/nâŠ.
In-ho couldnât remember who exactly was said player. But there was something about your name that resulted oddly familiar to him. You were definitely a foreigner.
In-ho was almost convinced there was no report of a foreign player being recruited.
A bad omen settled in him.
âŠ
The cold lights of the room make your head feel disoriented, but itâs an appealing feeling since you feel like you are lying in a big puffy cloud. Instead, you are actually laying your head in Nam-gyuâs lap while Thanos is seated on the other side of the bed, whispering and gossiping about the players.
âThat fucking asshole over there is not going to last,â he said pointing at an old man who looked like he was in shock after the first game. And itâs not like you were insensible but everyone with a number embroidered on their tracksuit was supposed to read the agreement policies before playing. âJust look at himâ
âMore money for us!â Nam-gyu adds.
You didnât need the money, you just wanted to make your father angry, to escape, to feel the rush of something that wasnât running away while living in neglect.
âNam-nam, donât be like that!â You say, chuckling and nudging him in the stomach. He joins you and then Thanos and is just the three of you high as fuck. âI need a cigâŠâ
âMe fucking tooâ Thanos agrees then looks back at the crowds. When he sees Lee Myung-gi, you know itâs over, Thanos will likely go to argue and Nam-gyu would follow and subsequently you.
And indeed, thatâs exactly what happened.
You roll your eyes, following the pair to the other side of the room.
âGuys! Leave him alone. Heâll likely die in the next gameâŠâ you argue, trying to get their attention. But the males are so invested in their stupid fight and you are so disoriented thanks to the drugs that you donât see a man coming to separate them.
You only see the number 001 in the green jacket and soon the man ends up punching your friends.
âHey, stop!â You try to interfere but itâs useless.
Thatâs when you identify the man, it was the man who outcasted the votes in favor of keeping playing.
âENOUGH!â You yell, loud enough to stop the fight.
The man turns to look a you and he finally sees your face.
In-hoâs face turned pale. It couldnât be you, it made no sense.
But he remembered very well the family portrait of your family resting in your fatherâs office in London.
You miss the way he sees you because you hurry to tend to your friends.
âFucking assholeâŠâ In-house hears you whispering as you help Thanos and Nam-gyu to stand up.
In-ho felt himself getting extremely curious and irritated. Now his plans would get more complicated.
âŠ
Itâs almost time for lights out when every player is allowed to use the restrooms before bed. In-ho finally made contact with Gi-hun and he felt slightly under control of the situation. But you were still on his to-do list. So he rushed to wait the moment you separated from your assholes companions.
And when you started moving away with a bunch of female players, he made his move.
He grabbed from the forearm and ushered you to walk a few steps away, both of you passed to pink guards and let him yank you inside an empty hallway, near the stairs maze.
He heard you mumbling curses and trying to go back until In-ho lost his patience and pushed you against the wall.
âHow did you get here?â He harshly asks, making you gasp at the sudden pressure in your forearm.
âWho the fuck are you?â You ask, trying to get out of the manâs grasp. âLet me go!â
You are pushed inside the restroom and you are about to yell but you finally face your captor.
Player 001, is a handsome old man. Still, you didnât know who the fuck he was and what he had to do with you.
âHow did you get here?â He repeats his initial question, looking extremely serious.
âWho the fuck are you?â His grip softened but the pressure remained, keeping you between him and the wall.
âWhat the fuck were you thinking?â His English is very good, but it isnât his pronunciation that makes you almost gasp in surprise.
You can his tired eyes, fine nose, his hair. The vague memory of your father meeting with a man in your home, talking about expenses and finances, gives you enough answers.
âCongratulations, frontman. You just exposed yourself to meâŠâ he seemed surprised, but hid it very quickly.
âYou are no threat to me. Now speakâŠâ He wasnât expecting you to take very long to discover who he was given his approach to you.
âI met your salesman. He was very cuteâŠâ
âHe must have recognized you. He wouldnât give you a cardâŠâ
Your father was more than a generous sponsor. The island was also to his name. Everyone knew your name and who you were despite never being seen. For your father, it had been a disappointment your arrival. He always wished for an heir. And you resented him for that. You were useless to his eyes, an heir with no regard.
âHe wasnât as smart as you thought he was, dear. One glimpse of my cunt and I had him twirled around my fingerâŠâ his eyes lock with yours in a deep gaze, he wasnât happy. âI miss him. I wish he wasnât deadâŠâ
âYou think this is a game?â You chuckle, looking around the empty restroom.
âI think it isâŠâ your finger points around the room. âI wonât tell a soul anything about you. Promise, Mr. Young-ilâ
âListen because I wonât repeat myself. Youâll have no special treatment. If you mess this up, you die like everyone elseâ he says, leaning closer, intimidating you. But you donât flinch. âIt really is true that money canât buy happiness, right?â
âDying in the middle of this horror is better than dying at the hands of my own fatherâ In-ho almost pitted you. He wasnât a good person but there was still humanity inside him. You were not innocent, but you were so full of life, you were gorgeous. And he couldnât believe your father despised you so much.
âI donât care. Just donât interfere with my taskâŠâ he says, looking you up and down before letting you go and urging you to get out of the restroom.
He said you wouldnât get any special treatment. But he already felt feeling doubtful.
âŠ
You canât sleep. Itâs completely dark and you can hear soft snores. The memory of you playing ddakji and seeing player 001 cheering for you repeated over and over in your head.
He was the leader. He knew your father and yet, it seemed like he was trying to protect you. So many questions popped into your mind, almost making it impossible for you to conceal sleep.
And suddenly, a hand touched your hip bone.
You scream but the hand covers your mouth.
âCome with meâŠâ you know his voice. The frontman disguised as 001 was right there next to you.
Maybe your questions were about to be answered.
Carefully, you take the hand he offered you and follow him outside.
There are only two pink guards, everything else is empty.
It was unclear if it was day or night. The bright hallways changed from purple to bubblegum pink and then, green.
âWhere are we going?â You ask, feeling your hand starting to sweat, but he doesnât leave the embrace.
âTo take a breathâŠâ he simply says.
At the end of the green hallway, he opens a door and itâs dark, barely illuminated by warm bulbs. Is a stair and when you reach the end, it leads to the outside.
âI always forget this is under the island,â you say, out of breath, looking at the beautiful fawn and the sun peaking.
You donât see the way the man beside you is looking in awe at you.
He doesnât even know how invested he was in you.
âWhy are you such a burden for your father?â He went straight to the point.
âHe wanted a boy, I was born a girlâ you admit, looking at the barely visible sea in the distance. âThe only thing I couldâve been useful for him was to marry another wealthy man. But I refusedâŠâ
âThatâs why you entered the games?â You nod, walking through the dirt and grass.
The sunrise was just starting, with orange, pink, and yellow, it was a beautiful sight that almost made you forget where you were.
âDonât do anything stupid, other than what you already did. If you do, I wonât be able to protect youâŠâ
âI appreciate your concern for my safetyâ you admit, locking your eyes with his. âBut my life is not a priority for me anymore, Mr. Young-il,â you say and he almost smiled at you mocking him.
âIn-hoâŠâ he says.
âWhat?â
âMy real name is In-hoâ You couldnât deny his revelation surprised you. âYoung-il is just a facadeâ
You werenât expecting him to trust you enough to share that. But once again, you were surprised.
âYou really think you can keep 456 in place?â You ask him incredulously. âPrevent the voting to withdraw the games and convince my father to leave me alone?â
âI can negotiate with your father so he can leave you aloneâ Your eyes snap open at his words.
âNo. You must know what heâs capable ofâ he smirks, eyeing you briefly before returning to look at the sunset.
âDonât tell me you are growing fond of meâ You turn to look at him and itâs your turn to smirk.
He meets your eyes and for some reason, you donât erase the smile on your face.
âNever, Mr. Young-ilâ Your mocking is obvious, making him smile as he admires your profile. âIâd love to stay here, but we must go back before the music starts playingâŠâ
When you turn to look at him, you see he had been eyeing you previously, making you unconsciously blush. Thankfully it was still dark enough to cover your embarrassment.
He nods and walks past you.
And thereâs an odd feeling lingering in the air. Both of you conclude itâs odd but pleasing.
âŠ
A carrousel, How bad it could go?
You are locking arms with Se-mi, your only female friend. Thanos, Nam-gyu, and Min-su are a little far away from you.
âAre you nervous?â She asks.
âNot really. And you?â She shrugs, looking around.
When you turn back, you see In-ho and other players talking around. He spots you and tells you to move away, probably to talk.
âLet me see if I can see some clue around, to give us an advantageâ Se-mi nods, walking away.
You move close to the door where many players are still entering the room and soon In-ho joins you.
âRun as fast as you can, it doesnât if you end up alone in a room,â he says whispering in your ear.
âThat would be cheatingâ you whisper back, checking around if Thanos and Namgyu were looking, but they werenât.
âThen stick around me, especially if pairs are announcedâŠâ you know what he means. Thanos and Namgyu had been loyal to you. But they would likely team up and leave you alone at any time. âOkayâ
He nods at you and watches you go back with Se-mi and Thanos.
âPick your pill,â Thanos says smiling at you, handing his pendant and taking a pill for himself.
Thatâs the last thing you remember. Vague flashes of you running with your friends. And then you saw In-ho grabbing your hand and urging you to get inside a room. You believe he killed a man.
You donât know what is happening. Each step you take makes you feel more and more dizzy. Your head feels heavy and the memory of you laughing in the male restrooms only to fade into the image of Thanos lying dead while Nam-gyu looks as shocked and under the effects of the drugs as you. A man accidentally pushing you and blood covering your hand after touching your arm.
You could still hear the mess inside the room. You cursed being the only woman inside there. And you somehow feel pity for Thanos. Making you realize nobody deserved to die inside the damn island.
One of the pink guards opened the door for you but could not recall it. A lot of people started looking at you.
âYoung woman, What the hell happened inside the male restroom?â Player 100 asks you impatiently, but you donât even look at him, you canât hear him. âIâm talking to you, little brat!â
Gi-hun points at you and the group turns to see the scene. Itâs In-ho the first one to step up, slowly walking towards you.
He hears Player 100 yelling at you and he cringes.
âItâs enough!â In-ho yells back in the distance.
Your hair is a mess, thereâs blood all over your tracksuit. Your jacket is in your hand, barely grasping it, making an irritating sound with the zipper against the floor.
And your arm is bleeding.
Before In-ho can reach you, you faint.
A lot of people gasp and he runs towards you.
âBRING A DOCTOR!â he ordered to the pair of pink guards standing in a door.
They hesitated a couple of seconds, then quietly left. Nobody would know it was because player 001 was their leader. Everyone thought it was because someone was hurt outside of a game.
âWhat happened?â Gi-hun asked, kneeling beside In-ho. Both tried tapping in your cheeks but you seemed to be extremely disoriented.
People started gathering around and In-ho was tremendously trying not to look panicked.
âHypotension and low blood pressure,â Jun-hee says, standing right next to Gi-hun and holding her belly. Gi-hun and In-ho turn to look at her.
âI took two semesters of nursing training,â the young woman says, trying to see the wound in your arm. âShe needs stitches and something sugary or an IVâ
In-ho takes your jacket and makes an improvised tourniquet in your arm, he breathes carefully, moving your head slowly, hoping to see you regaining consciousness.
The pink guards arrive and take you away, indicating no one else can follow.
Soon a crowd enters the room making a bloody mess.
âŠ
You open your eyes, and every single thing you look at is green. Green like the room leading outside that In-house took you. The bed, the blanket covering your lower body, the little couch. Everything is green.
âWhere did you get the drugs?â You almost jump, startled. A hand of yours ends on top of your chest and the heart rate monitor indicates an increase in your beatings.
âYouâre safe hereâ In-ho is there, seated next to you. âBut you kept doing stupid things outsideâŠâ
You stand your arm and see the stitches and dry blood. Your head throbs but it isnât as bad as you thought it would be.
âThe drugs were from⊠Thanosâ You canât believe heâs dead. Half of you expected him to leave and get out alive.
âYou were so close to overdosingâ he failed to not sound worried.
âDonât tell me you are growing fond of meâ You say the same thing he told you two nights ago, but he doesnât smile. âIâm not playing, y/nâ
âIâm sorryâ you admit, looking at your hands. Finally feeling the weight of your actions.
âIâm convinced Seong Gi-hun will try to lead a rebellionâ the man beside you adds, trying to soothe the tension. âHe will try to stop the gamesâ
âAnd would it be so bad? To end the games?â You ask surprising him. âThereâs enough money to disappear from the countryâ
In-ho had thought about it but never did anything to make it true. However, now that had been growing fond of you, he could see himself running away. AlmostâŠ
âI would⊠but I canâtâ You only nod, ignoring the tiny ache in your heart. You start trying to seat and he helps you.
You point at your dirty tracksuit and In-ho hands it, helping you to stand up at the same time.
âSeong Gi-hun will try to disarm the guards. If they are lucky theyâll succeed. Probably will recruit players to advance. You will volunteer and grab a gunâ he sounds very serious, saying each word delicately as if he was scared you wouldnât pay attention. âI know you can shoot and have good aiming. Your family used to take you to hunt deer in ScotlandâŠâ
âDamn well, you really know everything about meâŠâ he rolled his eyes, making you realize he was indeed being serious. But his soft touch makes you feel weak. âHelp me take off this thing, pleaseâ
âIâm not playing, y/n. Thatâs the only way I will be able to get you out of this if things turn against us. Thatâs the only way to save youâŠâ
Your heart beats faster, and your hands feel numb. Even worse when you turn around and he untangles the laces in your patient gown. Your naked body flashes him and it takes all his strength to not touch you.
You take his vulnerability to ask what you had been trying to hide from yourself.
âTell me whyâŠâ you say with your eyes lost, knowing he was staring at your soul. âSay those three words Iâm desperately thinking and Iâll do anything you ask me toâ
In-ho sighs, throwing his head back, he looks at his own feet, wondering what he should say.
You grow disappointed at his silence. And when youâre ready to leave, he stops you.
âI lov-â
You kiss him. You kiss him so deeply that it takes him by surprise.
His hands donât know where to go but even with your eyes closed, you grab them and place them in your hips.
Soon, he takes control, just like you expected. Of course, he had to have experience. His lips expertly move against yours, and then his tongue perfectly melts with yours, leaving you made a mess.
âYou didnât let me say the three wordsâŠâ he says, whispering in your lips as you pant for air.
âI thought you werenât saying anything. It took me by surpriseâŠâ you admit, offering him a shy smile that he tries to mimic.
He wasnât completely evil. He still had some humanity inside of him. He was conscious of his feelings and knew he wanted to protect you, to know you better, and see you alive, outside of the island.
âIn-hoâŠâ
âHmm?â He asks as you lay your head on his chest. âDonât hurt themâŠâ
âThatâs not on me, darlingâ Your wounded hand caresses his cheek and it makes him close his eyes. âPlease, In-hoâ
âYou are going to go back with me. If Gi-hun succeeds, I wonât be able to protect you from this side of the islandâ he explains. âYouâll take a gun and stick with me. You donât move away from me. You heard me?â
You nod, accepting his strong gaze on you.
âPromise me, y/nâ
âI swear Iâll stick to you, In-ho,â you say, kissing him again. âI promiseâ
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Salesman Valentineâs Day fic coming next Friday <3
#hwang in ho x reader#hwang in ho#in ho x reader#frontman x reader#the frontman x reader#squid game x y/n#squid game x reader#lee byung hun x reader
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Interesting thought/question on the no fanfiction thing.
What is the policy (or general response) for getting an offer to work on a franchise for the first time that you already read fanfiction for?
Like, for example, you said you've got a lot of Sherlock Holmes fics bookmarked on AO3. How would you respond if asked to write an episode for a new Sherlock Holmes adaptation?
My policy would be (and is, for other IP) to say up front, "I guarantee you that the only stories I will pitch to you are ones I can say beyond any reasonable doubt have no connection to fanfic I've read." And then I'll get to work.
If the person at the other end of the contractâin the face of my four-decades'-plus reputation as a storytellerâhonestly has doubts about whether I'm telling them the truth on this count, I'll thank them for their interest in me and walk away. Life's too short to work with people who trust neither you nor your respect for other writers.
HTH.
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You Were Never Mine to Lose (Chapter 1)
Synopsis:  Governor Agatha Harkness has spent the last fifteen years building a lifeâmanaging her political career, raising two children, and maintaining a stable, if unremarkable, marriage. But when an old friendâs wedding reunion forces her back into the orbit of Y/N, the woman who has always been both her rival and her constant, Agatha finds herself facing a past she thought was settled. For Y/N, the past was never left behind. Fifteen years of silent love, of watching Agatha from the sidelines, and now, after seven years apart, theyâre set to spend two weeks together in Malibu. As old tensions reignite and buried truths surface, Y/N faces a choiceâcontinue hiding her feelings or finally confess what has always been in her heart.Â
Word count: 1.6k
Warnings: Subtle Angst, Mentions of alcohol consumption, Mild language
A/N: This is my first time writing a fic, so please bear with me. Thanks, everyone!
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The hum of the Washington State Capitol was a familiar comfort. The steady rhythm of workâmeetings, policies, press conferencesâkept Agatha Harkness grounded. Here, everything had an order. A structure.Â
She sat behind her desk, fingers skimming over dense legislative reports. An education funding bill. A proposal on environmental regulations. A briefing on an upcoming press event. Her mind processed the words, but something in her chest felt restless.Â
Then a new email popped up.Â
She barely glanced at itâprobably another message from her husband reminding her about their son's soccer match. Instead, her eyes caught the subject line.Â
From: Jennifer KaleÂ
Subject: Bachelorette Trip â Malibu Reunion!Â
Agathaâs brows furrowed.Â
Jennifer Kale was getting married? She supposed it had been a long time since they last spoke. Between political campaigns, raising two kids, and keeping Washington State from descending into legislative chaos, friendships had faded into the background.Â
She clicked.Â
Ags, itâs been too long. We need this. Two weeks. Malibu. Just the six of us. Like old times. No excuses.Â
She scrolled down to the names.Â
Agatha Harkness. Wanda Maximoff. Lilia Calderu. Alice Wu-Gulliver.Â
And thenâÂ
Y/N.Â
âShit.âÂ
Her office door cracked open. âGovernor?âÂ
Agatha snapped her laptop shut. âWhat?âÂ
Her assistant, Mallory, poked her head in. âYour husbandâs on the line.âÂ
Agatha exhaled through her nose. âTell him Iâll call back.âÂ
Mallory hesitated. âAre you sure? He said it wasââÂ
âIâll. Call. Back.âÂ
The door shut. Silence.Â
Agatha reopened her laptop, staring at the email like it might set itself on fire.Â
Seven years.Â
Seven years since she last saw Y/N. Seven years since their last fightâsomething petty, something stupid, something that left them not speaking. Not that it was anything new.Â
She could already hear Y/Nâs voice, that maddening, teasing lilt.Â
"Of all the men in the world, you chose him?"Â
Her jaw clenched. It had always been like this. Since college. Since their first meeting, when Jennifer dragged her to some ridiculous off-campus party.Â
Before she could stop it, the memory crept inâuninvited, unwelcome, dragging her back twenty years to a cramped off-campus house, where the air was thick with cheap beer and sweat, music rattled the walls, and exhaustion clung to her like a second skin.Â
The first time Agatha met you, she was running on caffeine, stress, and pure stubbornness, barely tolerating the mid-semester burnout that came with her fourth year of law school. She had no business being at that party, but somehow, Jennifer had convinced her to leave her textbooks and attend a party.Â
Agatha had barely walked through the door when she was regretting her life choices. The air smelled of beer and sweat, the bass-heavy music rattled the floor, and students were packed into the tiny off-campus house like sardines in bad decisions.Â
âI donât have time for this,â Agatha muttered, gripping a red plastic cup with mild disgust. The thought of wasting precious hours on meaningless small talk made her skin itch.Â
Jennifer just smirked. âItâs a social experiment. You need to interact with people outside of your case studies.âÂ
âI interact,â Agatha deadpanned.Â
âInsulting your professors doesnât count.âÂ
Before Agatha could argue, Jenniferâs eyes lit up, waving someone over.Â
âAgs, this is Y/N. Y/N, this isââÂ
âThe legendary Agatha Harkness,â a voice cut in.Â
You leaned against the couch, drink in hand, watching her like she was something to be analyzed. Like you already knew her.Â
"Governor-in-the-making," you added, smirking.Â
Agatha barely spared you a glance. âThatâs ambitious.âÂ
But inwardly, she studied youâcarefully.Â
Too polished for this kind of party. The kind of rich girl who never had to pull an all-nighter to make up for working two jobs. The kind who could float through life, charming your way past every obstacle.Â
Your gaze flickered over her, unbothered. âYou look like you havenât slept in three days.âÂ
Agatha huffed. âI havenât.âÂ
âCharming.âÂ
Jennifer snorted. âAnd here I thought you two would get along.âÂ
Agatha ignored her, already disliking the lazy amusement in your expression. Like she was some puzzle you were trying to solve.Â
You, on the other hand, were intrigued.Â
Sharp eyes. Sharper tongue.Â
Agatha Harkness was all edgesâbuttoned-up, stiff posture, carrying herself like the weight of the world rested on her shoulders. And yet, you saw cracks in the armor. The exhaustion, the slight twitch of her jaw. Tired. Overworked. Maybe even lonely.Â
Fascinating.Â
ThenâÂ
âSo, Agatha,â you drawled, tilting your head. âAre you always this serious, or is that just for special occasions?âÂ
Agatha narrowed her eyes. âAre you always this irritating, or is that just for me?âÂ
You grinned, shifting closer, as if delighted to have found a new toy to prod.Â
âOh, definitely just for you,â you mused. âI like a challenge.âÂ
Agatha bristled at that, ready to fire back, but Jennifer had already dragged her away. And yet, that smirk lingered in Agathaâs mind for days.Â
You, meanwhile, watched her retreat with a slow sip of your drink, already knowingâÂ
This one is going to be fun.Â
You didnât know then how much fun it would be. How, by some twist of fate, that night was just the beginningâof too many late-night debates, too many sharp-edged conversations, too many years of pretending you werenât waiting for something that would never happen.Â
But before any of that, before things got complicated, there were six of you.Â
Jennifer. Wanda. Lilia. Alice. Agatha. You.Â
A chaotic, unexpected mix of personalities, bound by late-night study sessions, heated debates, and too much alcohol.Â
Jennifer was the self-proclaimed leader, effortlessly charming and the glue that held everyone together. Wanda was quiet but terrifyingly sharp when she chose to speak, and over time, you became closest to her. She saw through your deflections, your teasing, and never let you get away with anything. You trusted her, sometimes more than you trusted yourself.Â
Lilia was the mother of the group, offering wisdom between sips of tea and drags of her cigarette. Alice was the reckless one, dragging everyone into trouble with a laugh and no regrets.Â
And then there was you and Agatha.Â
At war. Always.Â
Every gathering, every conversationâbanter.Â
"Youâre wound tighter than my fatherâs stock portfolio, Agatha." "And youâre about as useful as an unpaid intern."Â
"Iâd be a delightful intern." "Youâd be fired within the hour."Â
You grated on each other. You pushed Agathaâs buttons, and Agatha shoved back.Â
Once, Lilia muttered, "You two argue like an old married couple."Â
You had smirked. "Maybe in another life."Â
Agatha never responded.Â
And you? You never pushed further. Not out loud. Not where Agatha could see.Â
But there were moments.Â
Moments when your fights turned into something else. Something charged.Â
Like the time Agatha had stormed out of a group dinner, only for you to find her outside minutes later, pressing a cigarette into her hand. No words. Just a shared silence.Â
Or the time you had dragged a half-asleep Agatha from the library, forcing her to eat because âI refuse to watch you die from stubbornness.âÂ
You fought. You always fought.Â
But you had always cared.Â
Not that Agatha ever made it easy. She had a way of brushing things off, of making you feel like you were the unreasonable one for giving a damn. And maybe you were. Maybe that was just how the two of you workedâpushing, prodding, never letting up.Â
It had been years since you last saw her. Years since your last fight.Â
Your phone buzzed, disturbing the gentle rhythm of the masseuseâs hands working over your shoulders.Â
A low groan left your lips. âIf itâs not about millions of dollars or an engine catching fire, it can wait.âÂ
Your assistantâs voice came from somewhere near the spa entrance. âItâs an email. From Jennifer Kale.âÂ
That made you open one eye.Â
âRead it.âÂ
The sound of a notification dinged, followed by your assistant clearing their throat. âSubject: Bachelorette Trip â Malibu Reunion.âÂ
You exhaled through your nose, letting your head sink back into the massage table. âAnd?âÂ
âSheâs inviting you to a two-week getaway. The whole group. Agatha included.âÂ
Your entire body tensed. Not because of the massageâbecause of one simple fact.Â
Agatha was coming.Â
Seven years of silence. Seven years of pretending you were fine.Â
The masseuse paused. âYou okay?âÂ
You exhaled, forcing your muscles to relax. âYeah. Keep going.âÂ
But you werenât okay.Â
You should be over this.Â
But you werenât.Â
You never were.Â
Not when you built an empire from the ground up. Not when you inherited your fatherâs company and turned it into something untouchable. Not even when you filled your nights with meaningless flings, trying to bury a ghost that refused to stay dead.Â
And now?Â
Now you had two weeks in Malibu with Agatha Harkness.Â
With the one person you never quite managed to let go of.Â
You closed your eyes.Â
This was going to be a disaster.Â
Meanwhile, Agathaâs fingers hovered over the keyboard.Â
Declining would be easy.Â
She could already draft the response: "Thank you, but I have obligations as Governor." Something polite. Formal. The perfect excuse.Â
And yetâÂ
She could hear your voice in her head already.Â
Oh, too busy for us, Governor? Afraid youâll actually have fun?Â
Her jaw ticked. You never failed to get under her skin.Â
A knock at her office door pulled her from her thoughts.Â
âGovernor?â Her assistant peeked in. âYou have a meeting in ten minutes.âÂ
Agatha nodded, rubbing her temple. âRight. Thank you.âÂ
As the door clicked shut, she exhaled sharply.Â
Maybe it was time to settle this. To finally face you.Â
Before she could talk herself out of it, she typed:Â
Fine. Iâm in.Â
And hit send.Â
Immediately, regret sank in.Â
She knew exactly what was coming.Â
A storm.Â
And you, at the center of it.Â
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Curiosity Killed the Kitten
Sylus x MC // Love and Deepspace
Author's Note: First I was horny about Caleb's return, but catching up on the lore has me in my feelings. No smut, just emotional hurt/comfort with Sylus. All of my LADS fics take place in the same universe and is a connected story which means MC is romantically involved with ALL 5 love interests. This is just me trying to put the pieces together that we get in the game and applying it how I think makes sense in MC's situation.
Summary: After going to Skyhaven for an undercover mission and learning that Caleb is alive and well, as well as discovering some unsettling information about the Farspace Fleet and his role in it, MC returns home to Linkon City. All of the men in her life are concerned about her sudden unexpected vacation, but Sylus most of all does not accept the flimsy excuses of her brief disappearance. Content Warnings: Reverse Harem/Why Choose (MC is with all five love interests in my au), afab!MC, she/her!MC, tracking device without MC's consent, canon-typical Sylus stalking, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff Word Count: ~2600 words | Read on AO3 | Chapter List
Since returning to Linkon City after your extended âvacationâ in Skyhaven, you have felt an uneasiness settling in your gut. You should be over the moon that your long-dead brother wasnât dead after all but everything about Caleb seemed⊠off.
There were still traces of the boy you remember. He still doted on your every need. Was still over protective in the most annoying ways and still used humor and guilt to soften your irritation. He had never been straight forward with you, always willing to do whatever he needed to protect you even if it meant keeping you in the dark. So the fact that he deflected most of your suspicious questions concerning the practices of the Farspace Fleet was not a surprise, but you couldnât shake the feeling that he had lied right to your face about many of the things he did answer, which was new.
He had always seemed a little haunted to you; like there were things he wasnât saying or couldnât say and that hadnât changed, but the depth of it now seems insurmountable. What was it they said about gazing into the abyss? Well now, often times when Caleb looked at you, you felt the abyss gazing back. Like your caring brother was gone and the cold officer he had become was steering the wheel. You couldnât decipher where Caleb began and the Colonel ended.
While in Skyhaven, you hadnât received any of messages and had connectivity issues with the wifi. Initially, you had reasonably blamed the shoddy signal on the fact that you were in a city in the sky and that the near-constant storms were to blame, but after uncovering some suspicious information about Calebâs new life, you were no longer convinced it was a mere accident. Which left you to believe either the Fleet had more of an influence on Skyhaven than anyone suspected, despite what their public policies claimed, or Caleb himself had intentionally isolated you. Both were concerning and likely had some truth to them, but the former was more painful to think about.
Your phone had been buzzing nearly non-stop since coming back to the city, updating with message after message. Messages from Xavier about hot pot and confusion about your sudden approved vacation days that you never mentioned taking; Rafayel feigning danger, saying he needed his bodyguard to come and check on him asap; Zayne concerned that he hadnât heard a word from you after Miaâs unfortunate death and insisting you check in with him as soon as you are able.
They had been relatively easy to appease for now. You informed them all you had just returned home and would make sure to see them in the coming daysâ you just needed one day to sort through your thoughts and feelings about the Caleb situation. Besides, what were you supposed to say? I didnât actually go on vacation because I went on a solo undercover mission for the Association connected to the explosion of my grandmotherâs house just to find my long-dead brother/sort of ex-boyfriend is actually alive and well, and is now one of the top ranking leaders of the Farspace Fleet who may be involved in some unethical practices because I had one conversation with a little boy whom they had been searching for and he seemed to have a complete personality change in the two days after his sisterâs death?
It wasnât exactly something that could be explained in a text message.
Needless to say, your men were worried about you, but Sylus most of all. Though his messages where a lot more direct in their efforts to get to the bottom of your disappearance. They started off playful enough in their probing, but the longer you were gone, the more insistent they became. Â
Mr. Crow: Mephisto reported that you packed a bag. A big one. Where are we going?Â
Mr. Crow: Now he says you boarded a shuttle. Why would you do that when you have a helicopter in the N109 at your disposal?
Mr. Crow: Your return date is a week from now. Did you go on vacation without me, kitten? You never mentioned a work trip.
Mr. Crow: I know youâre a busy big time hunter but itâs unlike you to ignore my messages like this, sweetie.
Mr. Crow: Mephisto lost you. The twins canât find you either.
Mr. Crow: Where are you?
Mr. Crow: You disappeared on me and Iâm worried. This isnât like you.
Mr. Crow: Iâm very unhappy with you right now.
Mr. Crow: You canât hide forever, kittenâŠ
You knew without a shadow of a doubt that Sylus saw the moment you returned to the city because your mechanical bird companion was tailing you again. You hadnât intentionally slipped his detail or left Sylus hanging during your leave. It was no secret that the Onichynus leader kept watch of you and it had actually become a welcome security over the months since you began seeing one another.
It should have struck you as odd that Sylus didnât hunt you down during your two week stay in Skyhaven but the truth was you had been hit with near constant surprises in the floating city that you had no time to think about anything but what was happening in that moment. But now that you were away and had space to think, you were left to wonder why Sylus never came for you. Why you were able to be imprisoned on a military fleet ship against your will and your mighty crime boss didnât track you down and bust you out.
Your phone buzzes again, shaking you from your thoughts.
Mr. Crow: Look whoâs back in town.
Kitten: Will you meet me somewhere?
Mr. Crow: Turn around.
You lower your phone, eyebrows drawn together as you turn against the flow of pedestrian traffic. Your eyes flit through the decorated streets, colorful ribbons and lanterns decorating the way in preparation for the New Year. The crowd parts, making way for a hulking man in a leather jacket walking steadily toward you with danger flashing in his crimson eyes, his mouth set into a hard line. It never ceased to amaze you how Sylus was able to blend in with a crowd when he stood out to you so much. He towered over everyone and had a dangerous aura to him, yet no one batted an eye in his direction.
You gulp nervously, knowing he wouldnât let you get away without an explanation. One you still werenât even sure how to say. Anxiousness has your feet moving quickly as you duck into an alleyway to wait for him. You couldnât do this with an audience. Though itâs still light out, the strings of decorations above has the alley appearing more dark than usual, allowing you to slink into the shadows and away from prying eyes. It doesnât take Sylus long to catch up, his own shadow eating up whatever light remains as he draws closer until heâs towering above and caging you against the stone wall.
âSylusââ
âWould you look at that? I caught myself a stray.â
His fingers curl under your chin, not-too-gently angling your face toward his. That simmering anger in his eyes softens at the sight of you, disappearing completely to be replaced with concern. He reads you entirely too well, even if he doesnât know the cause.
âWhatâs wrong, sweetie?â
You let out a vulnerable sigh, lip wedging between your teeth to combat the sting in your eyes as the relief of this secret youâve been holding onto is lifted off of your shoulders the slightest bit. You didnât realize just how much you had been carrying since Calebâs return, but if a single soft look and concerned question from one of your boyfriends was enough to make you feel like crumbling, it must be a lot.
You still hardly believed it yourself that Caleb was alive and well after all this time. Had seen him with your own eyes and yet you still felt the loss of grief from his death and the sting of betrayal at his return. A confusing whorl of emotion builds up inside your chest because along with the relief that he was alive, you felt an overwhelming sense of resentment toward him.
For so long, Caleb was the only one you saw, blinded by the tunnel vision of his affection. Then he went and died before you could navigate the complex secret relationship the two of you shared only to return from the death of a literal explosion to metaphorically blow up your life just when you had started learning how to live without him. Just when you had begun to find comfort and care with Sylus and the other men in your life. They had become your new foundation in the rubble of Calebâs place and now he was returning from the dead to level it once again. The rebuilding process had been overbearing and painful and lonely and you didnât know how much more you had in you to start over again.
As much as you loved Caleb, he never played well with others when it came to you. Sylus thought Zayneâs jealousy and reluctance to share your time had been a hurdle but your childhood friend was nothing compared to your brotherâs jealous streak. In the handful of times you were shared between Caleb and Zayne in your youth, it was always at Calebâs command. Nothing happened without his approval. What he said went and neither you nor Zayne ever dared cross that line to try to further explore your attraction to one another. Not until after the explosion, anyway.
A gentle thumb on your jaw brings your attention back to the present, sympathetic ruby eyes grounding you.
âDoes it have to do with how much time you spent in Skyhaven recently?â
Surprise and panic flicker across your face at Sylusâs question.
So he did know where you had gone, after all.
âPlease, sweetie. After all this time and youâre still surprised that I keep tabs on you? Â Mephisto may well be glued to your side. And thatâs not even taking the twins into consideration or counting the various tracking devices planted on you and in you.â
âSylus!â
âWhat?â he feigns innocence.
âMephisto following me is one thing but you canât bug me! Iâm an agent of the law. Not to mention, where the hell did you get plant devices that can evade government detection? And more importantly, how did you get one inside of me without me knowing?â
Sylusâs proud grin widens as a thick leather-covered arm wraps around you like a vine. He pulls you into a slow dance in the alley, no musical accompaniment or reason for it other than he wanted to and he missed you.
It soothed some of the warring emotions within you, making your irritation with his stalking tendencies dissipate. Truth be told, you were grateful that he cared so much about your safety. You know Sylus now and know that his only intentions are your safety and success. Though you wouldnât ask it of him, he would burn the whole world down if you requested him to, for the mere purpose of pleasing you. You couldnât same the same about Caleb, who only ever kept you in the dark about his intentions.
âYou should know by now that nothing is out of my budget or reach, kitten,â he purrs.
His playful demeanor slips a fraction. To anyone else it would have been undetectable but having spent so much intimate time with the Onychinus leader, you have learned to read him nearly as well as he reads you.
âWhat is it?â you ask, cupping his jaw.
Sylus nuzzles into your palm, a heavy sigh puffing through his nostrils, reminding you of a mighty beast that had been tamed.
âNothing is out of my reach,â he repeats, âexcept whenever you disappeared into Skyhaven. Mephisto managed to follow your shuttle all the way to the city gates but the moment he tried to cross the threshold he began to short out. He had no choice but to turn back. Once you crossed over, I also lost signal of every tracking device on your person, including this one,â his finger lightly trace a spot between your shoulder blades. So thatâs where it is. âI lost the ability to track you. To keep you safe. Thatâs never happened before and naturally was a cause for concern.â He hesitates for a moment as if afraid to ask but does anyway. âWhere did you go during your âvacationâ?â
âI donât know where to start,â you admit as the tightness in your chest starts to constrict to a painful degree. The cardiac event monitor on your watch begins to beep erratically, indicating a dangerous rise in your pulse oxygen levels.
âShhh, itâs okay,â Sylus pulls you close to his chest, resting your head and hand against the steady rhythm of his own heartbeat.
He talks you through the attack, his calming voice like a balm to your ringing ears. After several long moments, you feel like you can breathe again and your watch finally goes quiet.
âYes, Iâm with her right now and she seems to be coming out of it,â Sylusâs voice drifts clearly to your ears once more. His voice tightens irritably at whatever the person on the other end says. âI wouldnât put her in that kind of danger. I called you as soon as her symptoms began, didnât I?â
He pauses again to listen to whatever was being said, giving you a reassuring smile though he still looks annoyed.
âI can drop her off at your office tomorrow morning. Or if youâre truly concerned and thinks she needs immediate medical attention, youâre welcome to meet me in the N109 Zone in an hour.â
Pause.
âThatâs what I thought. Iâll continue to monitor her and if anything changes, youâll be the first to know. Have a nice day, doctor.â
Sylus hangs up the phone and tucks the device back into his pocket. Hearing his side of the conversation, you have an idea of who he had been talking to.
âDr. Zayne wants you to report to his office first thing in the morning. He said he wonât clear you to return to work until you do.â
This news comes as no surprise. Since an event was triggered, you would have to answer to Zayne about the cause, yet another conversation you werenât ready to have. But he deserves to know Caleb is back. You just didnât know how to tell him most of all. At least Sylus, Xavier, and Raf were a degree removed from the situation. Zayne would be almost as affected by the news as you, considering that Caleb was his best friend and the odd nature of the relationship the three of you previously shared.
âYou could start from the beginning, sweetie,â Sylus murmurs against your hair, lips brushing your head in a loving kiss as he reminds you of what caused your heart rate to spike in the first place.
âI canât,â your voice croaks. âNot now. Not here. Itâs⊠too much.â
âOkay,â he relents. âBut Iâm taking you home with me regardless. After spending two weeks worrying about your safety and unable to reach you, I need you with me tonight. Then after a good meal and a lavender bath soak, if you feel like telling me whatâs going on, Iâll be all ears.â
The sting returns to your eyes and you grip the back of his leather coat like an anchor. You were so grateful for your dragon and the way he kept you safe, even from yourself. That when you were spiraling down a vortex he would always catch you.
âI love you, Sylus,â you whisper, throat tight with emotion.
âI love you too, kitten.â
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You Already Know, Babe
Request: Heyy would I be able to pretty please ask for a Roy one-shot based of So High School? Mainly the lyric: "Truth, Dare, Spin Bottles. You know how to ball, I know Aristotle" (bc I have TTPD brainrot) Like I'd love to picture Roy with a total academic girl who loves classic literature and ancient greece and philosophy pls ???
Roy Kent x Reader
3.3k words
Warnings: Language, Roy being insecure, the guys making Roy feel bad (not on purpose)
A/N: Ahhh I also have TTPD brainrot so I loooooove this! I made the reader a uni professor. Also been wanting to do a Bantr fic for Roy for a while, so I incorporated that in too!
Roy scowled and sipped his beer. âFuck no.â
Leaning forward in the booth they sat in, Keeley gave him her best puppy-dog eyes, the ones that stopped working the moment he got over her. âCome on, Roy. I wouldnât suggest it if I didnât think itâd be good for you.â
âWhatâs the worst that can happen?â Jamie chimed in.
ââFuck noâ used to be a complete sentence,â Roy growled.
Before he could stop the striker, Jamie grabbed Royâs mobile off the table, holding it just out of the gafferâs reach. âJust⊠one⊠momentâŠâ he huffed as Keeley did her best to hold Roy back. âAlright, we need a username.â
Roy rolled his eyes but stopped fighting against Keeleyâs grip. âHow about âThis is fucking stupidâ?â
âI think thatâs against their policy,â Jamie hummed, eyes still on the phone.
Keeley thought for a moment. âRoyallySarcastic? Yâknow, ROYally?â
Jamieâs eyes lit up. âOh, I got it!â He typed away before proudly showing the screen to Roy and Keeley. âRoyalPain,â he announced.
With a giggle, Keeley took the phone from Jamie and handed to Roy, who looked ready to kill his friends. âThere we are Roy-o,â she said. âWelcome to Bantr.â
~
~
Roy sat at the small table, fidgeting with the shiny fork on the table and staring intently at the condensation on the glass of water in front of him. Why the fuck was he so nervous? He was Roy fucking Kent, he reminded himself sternly. Heâd been on plenty of dates. Sure, this was his first Bantr date, but that shouldnât really matter. Heâd been on a couple of blind dates in the past; this shouldnât be much different.
But it sure felt different when you walked in, all wide eyes and nervous smiles. You approached him hesitantly, cocking your head as you got closer. Your gaze flickered to the tattered copy of A Wrinkle in Time on the table next to him before settling on his face.
âRoyalPain?â you squeaked out, raising your eyebrows expectantly.
Before he could stop himself, he grinned and blurted out, âI Kant believe itâs you.â Immediately, he groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. âNope, fuck, that was stupid. Iâm sor-â
Your laughter eased his embarrassment as you sat across from him. âDonât you dare apologize,â you countered. âThat was cute.â You offered your name with a small smile.
âRoy,â he said simply, searching your face for any sign that you recognized him.
Instead, you nodded and leaned forward. âAnd what do you do, Roy?â
What did he do? He tried to remember the last time someone asked him that. âI work for a football team,â he said slowly. âA.F.C. Richmond.â
You nodded, interest all over your pretty face. âAnd what do you do at Richmond?â
He blinked a few times and cleared his throat. âDo you⊠you donât know who I am?â Fuck, he felt like an absolute asshole saying the words out loud.
âSure I do,â you chuckled. âI just figured that Roy Kent doesnât often get the chance to introduce himself. Thought Iâd give you the opportunity.â
Roy couldnât help but smile. Yeah, it was kind of dorky, but fuck, he liked it. Just like he liked hearing about your job as a uni professor, or the article you recently wrote about Arthurian legend, or the book youâd read recently. And he really liked the way you looked at him like he was the most fascinating thing in the world, more interesting than the well-renowned experts and authors you got to spend time with, asking him about his work and his life and his opinions. He smiled all through dinner, laughing at jokes even when they went over his head and making a mental list of books he now wanted to read.
He was still grinning as he walked you to your car after dinner, wondering when heâd last enjoyed himself so much on a date. As you fished your keys out of your purse, he found himself desperately hoping for another date with you. And another. And another.
âCould we do this again sometime?â he asked gently once your keys were in your hand.
Fuck, he loved the way your eyes lit up at his question. âAbsolutely,â you breathed.
With a dizzy little nod, Roy cupped your face and tugged you close, ghosting his lips over yours. You gently laid your hands on his hips to press against him, deepening the kiss. You swore you could feel him smiling against your mouth as his thumb stroked your cheek. Some little part of you wanted to pull this man into your car, into your apartment, into your bed. But from the happy little hum that vibrated from his chest to yours, you knew you had plenty of dates ahead of you, plenty of time for all that, plenty of Roy Kent ahead of you.
~
After three weeks of dates and laughter and late-night phone calls and kisses that escalated to other things, Roy invited you to a match. He seemed weirdly nervous for a retired football legend whose dating history could fill any of the giant books that filled the shelves in your office, but you found his nerves nothing short of charming. So, you threw on some comfy jeans and a sweatshirt and climbed into Royâs giant black car to go with him to Nelson Road, where he showed you his office before giving you your ticket and sending you off to your seat with a chaste kiss.
Roy was fighting the stupidest smile as he prepared for the match, the same stupid smile heâd been fighting since your first date. He was excited for you to see him and the Greyhounds in action, to be able to show off for you a little and, he didnât fucking know, make you proud or some shit.
âWas that your girlfriend, Roy?â Sam raised his eyebrows as he and Jan stood in the doorway.
He cleared his throat. âNo,â he said slowly. âBut weâve been dating for a few weeks.â He paused for a moment, hoping he didnât look too dopey as he spoke. âSheâs a professor. Fucking brilliant. Like, she teaches, and sheâs been published and speaks at conferences.â
Jan spoke up. âMost men would not be able to handle dating a woman so much more educated than they are. Good for you, Coach. Itâs nice that you are not intimidated by her clearly superior intellect.â
A knot appeared in Royâs stomach, but he simply cleared his throat and gave a curt nod. âYeah, well.â He blinked, not sure what the fuck he was supposed to say to that. âBest finish getting ready, hmm?â
Janâs words continued to flutter around Royâs mind like an annoying butterfly as he made his way out to the pitch. He liked that you were smart. Hell, he liked that you were smarter than him. He could listen to you talk for hours about literature and history and philosophy, especially when your eyes lit up and your voice got faster, the way he noticed it did when you were especially passionate about something. It was impressive, not to mention sexy as all hell. But there had definitely been moments over the last few weeks where he had to Google what you were talking about while you werenât looking, or where he laughed at a joke he didnât really understand. It came with the territory, he told himself. It was to be expected, dating someone like you.
And there you were, sitting in the seat Roy had selected for you, the one that gave you the perfect view of the dugout- per your request. You waved excitedly when you caught Royâs eye, wearing that giant smile that made his heart skip a beat. He offered back a small wave, knowing full well that all the guys could see his furious blush.
âThat your girl?â Colin asked, following Royâs dreamy gaze.
Roy shrugged, turning his attention back to his team. âUh, I guess?â he mumbled, taking the clipboard Nate handed him.
Sam spoke up. âRoy said sheâs a uni professor.â
Respect covered the faces of the men that were clearly more interested in Royâs love life than their impending match. They all started chattering over each other, ignoring Royâs eyerolls and Beard and Nateâs amused expressions.
Richard waggled his eyebrows. âDoes she offer special office hours for you, Coach?â
Roy wrinkled his nose at the Frenchman. âWhat the fuck is that supposed to-â
âDid you have to buy a new dictionary to keep up with her?â Zoreaux teased.
Isaac spoke up, clapping a hand on Royâs shoulder. âMost guys would probably run for the hills if they had to keep up with a womanâs brainpower,â he started. âBut Royâs not intimidated. I mean, sure, we all know heâs no Einstein, but heâs got other great qualities. LikeâŠâ
Roy raised a cool eyebrow at the captain, more curious than offended at this point.
âCoaching,â Colin finally finished for Isaac. âHeâs a great manager.â
Jamie pipped up now. âAnd she seems to really like looking at you, Grandad.â He nodded to the stands where, sure enough, you were still gazing at Roy, affection all over your face. âSheâs cute,â he mused.
Roy cleared his throat, trying to focus attention to the match at hand and not your pretty smiles. Or the words of his players that had etched a deep frown onto his bearded face. âAlright, Greyhounds!â he hollered. âLetâs fucking focus, lads! Weâve got a fucking match to win!â
~
And they did win, much to Royâs pleasure. Winning always felt good, but he had to admit that winning in front of a pretty girl felt fucking great. And it was even better when he found you waiting in his office, gazing at him as if you had hearts in your eyes.
âThat was brilliant!â you gushed, wrapping your arms around his middle while his rested on your shoulders and tugged you close. You pressed a tiny kiss to his lips. âThank you so much for inviting me, Roy.â
He smiled down at you and pecked your nose. âThink youâll come again sometime?â he teased.
Your eager nodding melted his heart. âAbsolutely,â you promised. âMaybe next time Iâll even wear a kit. Since I think Iâm officially a Richmond fan now.â
âThat kit better have a six on it,â Roy growled, smacking another kiss to your cheek. He gave you a small squeeze before releasing you. He reached down to grab your hand. âIâve got to go talk to the press for a bit, he explained, leading you over to his desk. âDâyou mind waiting here? We can grab dinner once Iâm done,â he promised. âHere, you can even watch the presser on my computer.â
âSounds perfect.â You touched his cheek and pulled him close for one more kiss. âNow get going, I want to see you be brilliant in front of all those reporters.â
Roy was still blushing when he got in front of the cameras. The press conference was a blur of questions and comments. Heâd probably have to apologize to Keeley later, because he was sure he was dreamy and distracted the entire time. He couldnât remember the last time he felt so lovesick over a woman, and he especially couldnât remember the last time he enjoyed it so much.
When he returned to his office, he was surprised to see Jamie sitting on the edge of his desk, chatting pleasantly with you. You both lit up at the sight of him, with Jamie choosing to speak first as Roy offered a small grin to you.
âYour girl was just telling me about this seminar sheâs speaking at next weekend,â he announced. âSome talk on the Lord of the Rings books and their impact on modern cinema.â He nodded to you. âIt actually sounds really cool.â He slid off the desk with ease, offering you a wink. âNot sure what someone as smart as you is doing with Grandad here,â he joked.
He was kidding around. Roy knew that. Jamie loved to tease everyone, especially him. He was well-aware of the way Jamie admired him, as his childhood hero, as his coach, and, fuck it, fine, as his friend. Maybe it was all the joking from earlier, but Roy felt his face fall at Jamieâs teasing. He couldnât help it; it was one thing for the guys to joke to his face, another to make a comment in front of you. He wouldnât admit it even to himself, but some part of him was terrified youâd realize how brilliant you were, and how dull he was, and call the whole thing off.
Roy was so busy stewing in his childish embarrassment, he missed the way your eyebrows scrunched at Jamie, your mouth in a straight line. When you spoke, your voice was flat, maybe even a little angry, as you responded to the striker.
âI think,â you said slowly, âIâm going to dinner with him.â With that, you took Royâs hand, hoping the adoration in your eyes would be enough to wipe that frown off his handsome features. âReady, Roy?â
Roy nodded, but barely said a word as the two of you walked through the Dog Track, got into his car, and drove to the restaurant heâd been excitedly telling you about the day before. However, that excitement was nowhere to be seen as the two of you settled in and ordered some dinner. You cocked your head at him, wondering how someone whoâd just coached such a great game could look so sullen- especially while on a date with someone he was supposed to really like.
âThat match was incredible,â you offered, leaning forward with a smile. âSeriously, Roy. How do you do that? Being able to see the game unfold and know what plays to call, what players to have on the pitch. And all the preparation you have to do in advance. Itâs like a really intense game of chess, with all those moving pieces, not knowing what the other side is going to do next.â You reached out and laid your hand on top of his. âYour team is so lucky to have you.â
His gaze avoided yours as he cleared his throat. âDunno how much of it is me,â he chuckled hollowly. âI inherited a great team and have a really talented coaching staff.â He shrugged. âSometimes I feel like I just⊠stand there and take up space.â
Now it was your turn to frown. This wasnât the Roy Kent you met, the Roy Kent that teased you and smirked and made cocky comments just to make you laugh. Something had happened, something between the beginning of the match and the end, to make him so morose. Maybe something had happened in the match that youâd missed; you werenât much of a sports fan before meeting Roy, you really only knew the basics, so it was possible what you thought was an incredible match was really something of a failure for him.
Maybe distracting him would help.
âI was telling Jamie Tartt about the conference Iâm speaking at,â you tried again. âItâs this fantasy and pop culture thing. Kind of dorky,â you admitted. âBut Iâm really excited about my talk on Tolkien and his influence on modern cinema. My colleague was saying he really liked this one parallel I drew between Frodo and- well, I donât want to spoil it.â You squeezed his hand. âYou should come. Iâve seen you at work, now I want to show you what I do.â You shrugged. âCould even bring Jamie if you want.â
Roy nodded absently, not quite looking you in the eye. âYeah, just make sure to get me a translator so I can understand what youâre saying.â His voice sounded like he was attempting to make a joke, but it fell flat. âAcademics to neanderthal or some shit.â
That was enough of that, you decided. With a sigh, you leaned back, cocking your head at the gaffer and shooting him your sternest glare, the one you saved for students who didnât know how to act like adults in your classroom. âAlright, Roy. Whatâs going on? Youâre acting like you donât want to be here, and, frankly, I donât want to hang out with someone who doesnât value my time.â
âIâŠâ Roy let out a low growl and pinched the bridge of his nose. âYouâre smart,â he finally blurted out. âLike, really, really fucking smart. You teach, and youâre published, and you speak in front of academic types who hang onto every word you say.â He released his nose and shook his head at you, embarrassment swimming in those brown eyes. âAnd I⊠played football. I coach football. Thatâs fucking it. I canât stand the idea of you being embarrassed by the fact that I canât keep up with you. That youâre going to turn around and realize Iâm not smart enough for you.â
Your stomach twisted in knots as you took in the sight of him, looking devastated, like he was waiting for you to tell him he was right, he was a neanderthal, and that you didnât think he was smart enough for you. If it wasnât so sad, the picture of Roy looking so forlorn would be almost endearing.
âThat,â you finally murmured, âmight be the stupidest thing youâve said since we met, Roy.â He nodded, a grimace covering his face as you went on. âNot smart enough for me?â you scoffed. âRoy, I think youâre brilliant.â You sighed and shook your head. âI mean, look at you today. I could never do what you do, managing an entire football team. And Iâve seen clips of you when you played, you were brilliant then too. Not just a skilled player, but a smart one. And from what youâve said, you have great relationships with your players, with your niece and sister, hell even with your ex-girlfriend. That takes an emotional intelligence most people donât have.â
âI mean-â
You shushed the gruff man. ââm not finished. And whatâs this about you not being able to keep up with me? You read almost as much as I do, Roy. When you donât know something, you immediately learn everything you can about it. You absolutely tore through âLe Morte d'Arthurâ after our first date so you could ask me about my King Arthur article.â A smile finally broke through your face. âSo, unless this is some roundabout way of trying to say you donât want to see me anymore, please stop insulting the man Iâm dating and accept that thereâs different kinds of intelligence. And I like your intelligence quite a bit.â
For a moment, you thought you may have completely overwhelmed Roy. He blinked at you with an unreadable expression before letting out a breathy chuckle. With raised eyebrows and something that looked close to a smile, he finally opened his mouth.
âIâve just⊠never had such an intelligent girlfriend before,â he said slowly. âIâve dated smart women. Driven women. But no one like you. Itâs⊠a little scary, how brilliant you are.â That something close to a smile became a real grin as he intertwined his fingers with yours. âAnd really fucking sexy,â he added quickly.
Your heart skipped a beat with every word out of his mouth. âYouâve never had a nerdy girlfriend before, hmm?â you teased.
His expression was bashful, but absolutely pleased. âNo,â he chuckled. âI havenât.â
A smirk crossed your face as you batted your eyes at him. âDo you want a nerdy girlfriend?â
Those brown eyes were so soft, so full of affection as he nodded gently. âYeah,â he breathed, raising those thick eyebrows at you. âI really fucking do.â
âThat,â you hummed with a silly grin, âmight be the smartest thing youâve said all day, Roy.â
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'call it what you want.' | l.h x reader
pairings: logan howlett x sway!reader
tags: fluff, no established relationship but.. there's something there, mutant!reader (they call her sway due to her mutation.. i love her i wanna talk ab her someone PLEASE ASK AB HER), AFAB reader, she/her pronouns used for reader, no specific petnames for reader (just bub and her hero name.. gets called kid like twice), no use of y/n, written with x1/x2 logan in mind... sigh... save me x2 logan.. anyway, he gives reader his dog tags before a mission in case he.. you know.. so maybe angst? but only til the very end.
wc: 2k!!
a/n: OKAY SO BOOM! this is my first actual work that's not a drabble and i'm so anxious to post AAHHH, i got the inspo from a post i saw a while ago while fried as fuck from someone requesting a fic ab logan giving reader his dog tags, pref fluffy and angsty so i hope i did ur vision justice OP!! tysm for inspo, my reqs are always open đ«¶đ» also i know this is a very burnt card but if something in the wording is off lmk PLEASEE english isn't my first language đ anyway enough yapping plz enjoy!! any type of interaction is appreciated
'just know these are yours now.'
you've never seen him without his dog tags, he never took them off, not ever since the first time he came into the mansion. you'd been there the first time, you were a teacher in the school, and you'd seen him occasionally roam the halls and stay by the door, listening in on your class, quietly. but very rarely interacted otherwise, just a simple nod or a 'good morning' that he'd return out of good manners, but he'd mostly keep to himself.
you're a teacher. you're the fun teacher. at least that's what your coworkers seemed to agree upon, seeing how your students appeared to leave your classroom more cheerful than they entered. you'd be lying if you said you didn't use your mutation as an advantage in this situation, being able to read your students' moods every day, how they were feeling and why came insanely handy, especially when it came to giving each student the type of care they needed. which is why you were also a student counselor.
on the days you didn't teach, you'd put that psych degree to work and counsel. in your classroom filled with drawings and fairy lights and stained glass that looked straight from a fairytale, and a door you'd lock for privacy as a student came to confide in you.
obviously despite your title, it wasn't only students who'd come to your office to let a feeling go, teachers too, needed a space to blow off some steam, cry a little sometimes, because they knew you'd soothe them in the end, touch your hand feel the pain dissipate, make it seem as if they'd never felt that way.
up until now, only teachers and students seemed to come to you for help. teachers. and students.
so it did surprise you when the wolverine started showing up in your office after coming back.
"must be tiring. to handle others' emotions like your own all day." he'd say, sitting down on a chair, to which you'd playfully roll your eyes and shake your head. "i don't treat them as my own, i just do what i have to do so they feel better." you'd reply, walking towards the door to lock it out of policy. figured that he was here for counseling as well.
"you treat everyone with so much care it seems like it." he said, which made you stop in your tracks, turning heel to face him, your hair cascading on your shoulders and moving ever so softly as you spun. before you could speak, stunned, he asked again.
"don't you get tired? i mean mentally. it must take a toll on you to be around so many emotions all the time." the way he seemed to read you stunned you, he seemed like a very gruff, cold person from the brief interactions you'd had with him before. truth be told, this was the closest you'd been to logan since he came back to the mansion. it's what other people thought of him, anyway.
but you weren't other people, you were different.
the feeling in your body when you perceive others emotions is strange. you could never put it into words. your mutation was mostly contact based, a small brush of the hand was enough to let you know that person's feelings, the reason behind them, what they needed to feel better and it made it easier to help everyone. you could, however, see and feel the emotions, sometimes even smell them if they were too strong, no need for contact necessary.
with logan, you almost didn't need to be in the same room as him to feel the amount of physical, mental, emotional strain he was constantly under, his superhuman body subconsciously tuning it out, making him oblivious to it. once, after a very dangerous mission, he isolated himself in his room for days, his expression cold and unfazed, but every time you'd walk past an area he was in, the emotions hit you like a truck. so strong you even cried over pain that wasn't yours, a life you hadn't lived.
you looked at him sympathetically, taking a deep breath to concentrate less on the seemingly invisible fog around you two as you sat on the chair, your expression calm and collected. "i'm okay, i promise. thank you, logan."
"like hell you are." "neither are you."
he stays quiet at your retaliation, a weak smile forming on his lips, letting you understand that you were right, not that you needed confirmation.
sometimes, when emotions overpower you, you feel compelled to speak, give words of reassurance, even if you didn't quite know if they'd help or not. "logan, you should let people into your heart, stop living in fear.." you blurted out, unsure of why you were telling him this, but you'd learned to not question it and just speak, because it helped to just hear the words sometimes. it certainly did get you a reaction from logan, as the overbearing feelings you were perceiving faded.. briefly, before they slowly crept back into vision.
it was the faintest of reactions, but a reaction at least.
he nodded, taking in the words silently, as if he were contemplating. you remained stoic, analyzing his demeanor out of pure habit. "did.. you come here for counseling?" you asked, suddenly aware that you were still working, and you weren't even sure if he was here for another reason, or if he did need your help. instead, he shook his head, looking at you as if he were conducting an analysis of his own.
"nah, just came to see you.. sway."
a knock on the door interrupted the brewing tension, a gloomy, childlike presence behind the door, to which you looked at logan apologetically. "i'm sorry logan, i have a student to attend.. but think about what i said." you spoke softly, your warm voice reverberating in his ears like a hug.. something he longed for but couldn't bring himself to ask.
you started seeing him around the classroom more, or rather, he started seeking you out more. in between breaks, before his training, during counseling. it got to a point where your children started greeting him hello and goodbye if he was in the classroom, interacting with him, playing with his hair, always styled like kitty ears. the way he just smiled and let them made something in you bloom, a feeling you couldn't recognize in yourself, but it was pink and warm and fuzzy all over. you couldn't help but wonder if he felt about you this way, too.
slowly, you noticed how, little by little, the gloomy cloud surrounding him would go away when he entered the classroom, how it would be replaced with a pink haze when he looked into your eyes, or made you laugh.. it would quickly fade away, but you'd notice, and noticed how much it resembled that feeling inside you: pink and warm and fuzzy all over.
as time went by, you got used to seeing him around, swinging by your classroom as if it was his haven, a small break from the world he knew, because you were in it. you'd be lying if you said he didn't make you day too, the gloomy atmosphere that once came along with him every time he entered your classroom slowly changing into a lilac haze.
one day, he showed up as the kids were leaving for the day, no colored cloud, but something seemed off. you invited him to sit down as he locked the door after getting in, his expression serene. before you could even speak his hands were on you, pulling you close to him in a hug, and you swore you could feel him shaking slightly. the realization hits you like a bucket of cold water and you just hold him tighter to you, since it feels like the only correct thing to do.
"you're scared."
"no one gets to see me like this, so feel special." said he, almost as if he was confiding a secret in you, which he was.
"oh, trust me, i feel quite special." you replied jokingly, which caused him to let out a chuckle, though it was dull and almost no feeling was tied to it.
you two let go and you asked him what was wrong, and he opened up like it was routine.
"i leave tomorrow. there's a mission out of state and they're asking me to go.. might be off the grid after that for a while." he explained, his voice remained calm but his eyes seemed to reveal to you more of how he was actually feeling.
"i dunno.. thought someone should've known in case.. things go south." your expression changed at that, and logan noticed. "ah, c'mon bub, change that frown, it's just reality. sure, i might be a piece of work to kill but it doesn't mean i can't die."
the silence that fell upon the classroom as you two finished speaking made the words fall with more weight into your heart, it did little to nothing to comfort you as you came to terms with what he said. it shouldn't have been hard - he was just stating a fact -, but it didn't mean that it didn't cut deep for you. you opened your mouth to speak, unsure of what you were even going to say, but he quickly cut you off.
"logan-" "listen, bub, you told me to start letting people into my heart.. i'm letting you in."
slowly, his hands went to unclasp the chain that always dangled on his neck, dog tags adorning his neck with his names, his identities. you looked in awe as he held them out to you. "gimme your hand, kid." and surprisingly, you did as you were told, holding your hand out as he placed the piece on your hand, feeling the cold metal clink softly as it fell and heat up under the temperature of your palm. you looked up at him, unsure of what it meant, of what this changed between you two, but it felt undeniable, even if unspoken.
ânow, these.. theyâre very special, bub. a reminder of everything that happened that led to here.. and itâs leading me to you right now.â he explained. âfeels right for you to have them, i guess.. keep them safe, kid.â
the silence that fell between you two again was more comfortable, filled with a newfound tension that left much to question, but it didnât feel right to interrupt with all that noise yet. the only sound filling the room was the breathing and a faint humming of the white noise machine you kept in your room, next by the door. you opened up your mouth again, your mind utterly blank and filled with thoughts and questions at the same time, unsure of which one was going to breach through your mind to materialize out in the cold, tense air.
â.. why me? trust me, iâm flattered, but iâm no one special, logan..â you questioned, and it made him frown.
âyou are special. you're special to me.â your eyes widened at the confession and you watched as a soft smile settled on his face, one that made your heart flutter with the sheer tenderness he held in his gaze. âcall it what you want.. just know these are yours now.â he said it so calmly, you wouldn't have tought he was handing you his heart, placing it in soft, tender hands and pleading you to not break it, not change it, and instead embrace it and accept it as it came, rough around the edges.
with that, he stood up from the chair, took your hand to squeeze it briefly, and walked out of the room, not before looking back at you one last time, the heaviness that he carried as he entered the room seemingly gone, all that you could perceive was a haze, all too familiar, one that left as quick as it came as his eyes met yours.
pink, warm, and fuzzy all over.
additional author's note: BOOM SHAKALAKA I POSTED FINALLY!! i think it's a little rushed BUT!! it's cause i have a (smutty) part 2 planned for this HEHEJEHE i don't like writing (or reading) series bcs i get sad when they end but i just might.... hehehe... anyway pls lmk what u think!! or i kill off logan đ„°đ„° your choice đ„°đ„°
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~â© My Huening Kai One-shot Fic Recs â©~
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Apple Cider By @wave2tyun 3.5k, childhood friends to lovers, very fluffy, piano prodigy Kai, school au, slight injury
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Policy of truth and lies By @wave2tyun 3.3k, high school au, band!TXT, brother's best friend trope, Soobin is reader's brother, hidden relationship, sneaking around, fluff, getting caught, a bit suggestive
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#Kai when he can't control his strength By @majestyjun NSFW, straight up smut, shower sex, established relationship, hard thoughts
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Rose gold By @beomanamilk Drabble, established relationship, watching the sunset, cuddling on a blanket, affirmations of love & trust, fluff, really cute
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Know your place. By @koqabear 3.9k, established relationship, smut, jealousy, alcohol, being incredibly aware of interactions, exhibitionism (rest of txt is there)
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Wish me luck? By @koqabear 6.2k, Taehyun x reader x Huening Kai, idol au, make up artist reader, mentions of the other members, smut, slight fluff, part of a mini rockstar series
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Falsies By @forlovvers 500, established relationship, sleepy Kai, fluff, taking off fake lashes, Kai is slightly scared of them, really cute
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Advantage By @huexuri Roommates au, mentions of attempts to play piano, smut, slight fluff, changing up the dynamic, friends to lovers
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How it's done By @huexuri Established relationship, sharing a bed, smut, slight fluff, mentions of sleeping better next to Kai
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Perfect man By @txtaetertots 4k, friends to lovers, reader works at the cafe in Hybe, pining Kai, everyone sees his crush, reader is older than Kai, flirting, having to be more forward
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A bed in your shape & A life in your eyes By @jjunieworld 1.4k & 7k, ex-friends to lovers, angst, childhood best friends, past feelings, Kai has a toxic ex, reader dated Taehyun for a little bit, parties, smut, slight fluff, kind of asshole Kai, slice of life
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Spin the bottle By @jjunieworld 1.4k, college au, college parties, strangers to ??, fluff, alcohol and drinking, inexperienced reader & Kai, introvert/wallflower reader, playing Spin the bottle
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Two best friends in a room By @beomgyuslilracha 7k, non-idol au, best friends to lovers, really affectionate friends, fluff, cluelessly in love idiots, slight angst, cute, mentions of drinking, childhood friends
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TXT!staff imagine - Huening Kai By @beomgyuslilracha 1.1k, slice of life, reader works with TXT, having to move back to your old job, slight angst, fluff, strong friendship, friends to lovers, turning plushies around to kiss
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Busy signal & Fit check & Wake up call By @biteyoubiteme 4.7k & 3k & 1.39k, Yeonjun x reader x Kai, established relationship, polyamorous, smut, slight fluff, suggestive photos, trying on outfits, gifts from a partner, being woken up after a night out, slight tipsiness
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Yeonjun exposes y/nâs crush on kai in the groupchat By @wooyukh SMAU, mutual crushes, meddling friends, exposing a friend's crush, trying to hide feelings, teasing, cute, all the members being aware of reader's feelings
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Kai and his idol gf By @jjunberry Drabble, established relationship, public relationship, idols in love, Kai being a big stan of your group, talking about them during a live
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Just a neighbour & Cry for me By @dearlyjun 2.7k & 1.6k, hot neighbour Kai, getting over a break up, hooking up, smut, slight fluff, making out, kind of fwb relationship, wearing his clothes, more of an established relationship in part two
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Fratboy Huening Kai By @rainbowhao Headcanons, slightly dumb Kai, forward reader, flirting, teasing, complimenting one another, spending the night in his room, sweet, fluff
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Into you By @beomnoullistheorem 3k, hooking-up, having real feelings for one another, wanting to develop the relationship, hook-up to lovers, smut, slight fluff
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Stars on windows By @stars4ni 1.9k, established relationship, road trip, buying snacks, gas station, suggestiveness, smut, slight fluff, cute
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hannah's buddie fic recs || pt. 1 đ«
kinda wanted to get this done before season 8b hit, which will undoubtedly set up a part two...
if you're the author of one of these, please reply and i'll tag your tumblr!! and ALWAYS check the tags and warnings before reading! stay safe :)
and you are the big answer tonight by folkfae | 13.5k words | explicit
The LAFD changes its drug policy, eddie's never smoked weed, and buck teaches him a thing or two... aka the weed fic.
cowboy take me away by pixelsmom1990 | 6.2k words | teen+
Buck is occasionally reminded of Eddieâs roots in Texas and behaves appropriately.
merry and bright by heartsdalliances | 20k words | teen+
During the annual toy drive, Buck and Eddie get themselves into a little bit of trouble when Buck's mother turns out to be flirting with Eddie - right in front of his father. What comes next is dinner, bad parents, romance, and the true meaning of family.
counteroffer by @buckleyseddie | 25k words | teen+
In order for Buck to make it up to Eddie, Eddie suggests that Buck gives him one hundred kisses.
the last shred of truth in the lost myth of true love by @lemonzestywrites | 25.6k | explicit
After the events of 6x13, Buck is worried he's lost his charm in bed. Eddie eagerly offers his services to prove otherwise.
every piece of me holds part of you by allthatsleft | 8.7k words | explicit
âThereâs cookie dough on your face.â Buck whispers, andâ âHuh?â â âCookie dough. On your face. Cheekbone.â Buck repeats, not pulling back. Eddie rolls his eyes. âAre you serious?â... Eddie's tired of waiting.
stick with me by buddieaya | 10.9k words | explicit
A dare, fake dating, a freak out and lots and lots of stickers.
you can feel it on the way home (you are in love) by @made-ofmemories | 23.4k words | teen+
Buck's apartment is destroyed when an earthquake shakes LA, luckily there's always a space for him in the Diaz household.
no sight for heart eyes by @znks | 20.5k words | explicit
Losing your sight for a week sucks but at least Eddie has Buck to guide him through his healing or at least through his own house.
for a holiday (and forevermore) by @wikiangela / @wikiangela-fanfics | 94.9k words | mature
Eddie's sick of personal, intrusive questions about his love life whenever he visits his family, so he starts bringing Buck for the holidays as his (fake) boyfriend. He only wants to shut them up, and doesn't expect that the small crush he has on his best friend could actually turn into something more...
short, shallow gasps by flxisms / @gayboyeddie | 6.7k words | explicit
Eddie would like to state, for the record, that he has never cried during sex before. Itâs just â Buck does something to him.
go play your video games by fandomlife54 | 5.9k words | general
3 times Buck noticed video games help Eddie fall asleep at night + 1 time he uses them to make his day better.
all i want for christmas is you by jiminthestreets_boneinthesheets| 7.9k words | general
Eddieâs mom and ex-wife are up to no good at his Abuelaâs Christmas Eve party, good thing Buck proposed he go to the party as Eddie fake date to keep them at bay. talk the talk, walk the walk by @becausebuckley | 2.2k words | explicitâA couple of weeks ago,â Buck continues, setting the plate down on the kitchen counter to step closer to Eddie, âI promised that Iâd rim you until you cried.â... Buck makes good on a promise.
drop to hold you by ellewriteswrongs | 3.8k words | teen+
For once, there was no use pretending he could handle everything on his own. Luckily for Eddie, his boys are always ready to drop everything to help.
soft arms, steady heart by babytown | 8.4k words | explicit
Movie night takes a turn, Eddie gets needy, and Buck is more than happy to take care of him.
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hello! I'm new to following you on Tumblr, but I followed your content from Golgle, I wanted to know if by any chance you knew of any fanfic in which Scully recovered her memories of the abduction, I've been wanting to read one like that for a while, but I can't find it, thanks!
Welcome, and thank you for the ask! Here are some good fics where Scully remembers something about her season 2 abduction. Enjoy!
12 Rites of Passage: Regression by Anne Haynes Part 9 of the 12 Rites of Passage series: Mulder and Scully seek a missing woman and discover frightening truths about their pasts. (Sequel to the series: 12 Degrees of Separation.)
Anamorphosis by Megan Reilly Assigned to find a horrifying serial murderer, Agent Scully discovers things about herself and her past that she never suspected.
Comfortably Numb by Paige Caldwell There is no pain...you are receding...a distant ship...smoke on the horizon...you are coming through in waves...Your lips move but I can't hear what you say...I have become comfortably numb...
The Cry of the Truth by A.I. Irving As their love affair unfolds, Scully reveals to Mulder a painful secret relating to her abduction. Mulder's reaction tests their bond and eventually leads Scully to discover a few truths about herself.
Dance Without Sleeping by wonderland (@amplifyme) Scully learns to live with her cancer and take back control of her life. Meanwhile, Mulder works on fulfilling a wish list. (Fic in the same universe: Into Each Other Sinking.)
grief by ms_starlight71 Scully goes in for a routine pap smear sometime post-cancer arc and has a panic attack/flashback related to her abduction.
i'm still in love with who i wish you were by comeherebooch âYou were abducted, Scully,â Mulder said, sensing her confusion, âdo you remember anything?â Post Requiem.
Ingénue by Punk (@punkm) Mulder and Scully investigate the circumstances surrounding a fifteen-year-old girl's multiple disappearances.
locking out the ghosts by skuls (@ghostbustermelanieking) Post-Emily arc, an emotionally vulnerable Scully breaks off the incredibly new relationship she and Mulder have recently been engaged in. As the season moves forward, how do they cope with this new development in their relationship, and how do the stressful situations their job puts them in affect this?
Malleus Maleficarum by Pellinor A stranger with a tempting offer promises hope in Mulder's time of need. Refusal could cost him and Scully their lives, but could the price of acceptance be greater still?
Movie Night by @nowwhateinstein âTalk about spooky,â he says as the movie fades to black and the credits begin to roll. She laughs and gives a small shake of her head. âThat word,â she says. âIt means something different to me now.â
Revanche by Ryo Sen Revanche - (noun) political policy designed to recover lost territory or status
Skin by Annie Sewell-Jennings In a world where Mulder and Scully have never met, fate intervenes and brings two worlds colliding in the city of Charleston, as a vicious murderer reigns and a storm approaches.
Right Hand Return by orphan_account An alternative universe in which Scully is returned from her abduction with a baby, no memories of anything prior to her captivity and some PTSD.
Time Can Heal by PostApocolypticAlien (@scullysexual) Mulder realises that his quest for the truth costs too much (WIP)
Truthseekers by Leyla Harrison (No summary provided)
until it heals by actualchangeling (@actual-changeling) Nightmares cannot be fought with logic or light, there is no way of expelling them from her brain, not a single moment of peace to catch her breath. Scully knows one thing that always helps, though. Or ratherâsomeone. When she finds herself lost and drowning, she calls the one person in the world whom she trusts to keep her safe. She calls Mulder.
The Way by KMNAHILL and MD1016 Scully becomes mysteriously ill. Mulder, Melissa, and Tao help to heal her. / On assignment in Chicago, Scullyâs illness progresses. / An assignment in Oregon turns out to be more than first expected. Humorous antics from the Lone Gunmen. / Samantha returns and isnât what Mulder had expected.
White Light by aka_Jake While investigating a young woman's claim of alien abduction, Mulder and Scully are led on a cross-country chase of intrigue and murder. As they search for answers, Scully's own abduction memories resurface.
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Hueningkai fic rec
like the moon ââïœĄđŠč°â§â
huening kai | 8.4k @beom-pyu
you love the ocean more than anything else in this big, wide world. you treasure the crisp air and the salty, but comforting scent of the atmosphere, the way the rays of the sun would bounce off of the rushing waves and onto your skin fills your heart with an uncontained warmth, and the sunset reflected on the surface brings you a sense of serenity. you have loved the ocean since you were littleâgrowing up on the coast, the sea was basically your backyard.
[duality.] âââ â h. kai | 10k @miupow
An unexpected discovery about a friend sends you spiraling-- sure, hueningkai was cute, but he wasn't your type. at least, you thought he wasn't.
to the mountains - huening kai | 5k @beomie3
your friend group decides to take a weekend getaway trip to the mountains, but it isn't until you stay in a cabin in the woods that your crush on one of them begins to make itself known. mutually :)
Berry Sorbet // Huening Kai | 9k @banggyu0308
in which you share one of the five senses with your soulmate, and the taste of your lipgloss is on Kai's tongue all week.
stupid cupid! ` . ᥣđ© àŒ àȘâ⎠|6.5k @jjunieworld
hueningkai, better known as cupid, is known for his art in helping people fall in love. shooting his arrows here and there, getting those who are meant to be together. what happens when after he shoots one of his love arrows at you, the other one somehow ends up hitting him?
policy of truth and lies | â |3.3k @wave2tyun
a little white lie never hurts sometimes. to what lengths are you willing to go to protect it?
two best friends in a room â.* | 7k @beomgyuslilracha
if you had a thousand won for every time you heard the question "are you two dating?" or just the words "you two should just date already!", you and kai could probably afford to buy a house together.
in which two childhood best friends are the only ones in all of seoul who can't seem to see that they're obviously in love with each other.
Soulmates | 1k @yournameloveskpop
Hueningkai has a strange heart on his wrist. He doesnât know how it got there but recently heâs been getting mood swings that were not his own, getting bruises for no reason etc. Thatâs when he meets Y/N who works at the cafe that txt walk into one day.
Geralmente nĂŁo leio histĂłrias tĂŁo pequenas mas essa foi tĂŁo fofinha <33
NAKED IN MANHATTAN | 4.6k @sook9i
âïœĄÂ°â© After a drunk conversation leads you to question your feelings for your bandmate and friend, Hueningkai, maybe a night together in Manhattan is just what you need to clear the air.
or else what? | 4k @hyukalyptus
hueningkai x fem!reader | enemies to enemies with benefits(?). NSFW/MDNI!
Series
Anyone Else But You, a six-part series @harmonicakai
It's starting to feel like you're the only person in the world that Huening Kai isn't best friends with, and you're determined to figure out why.
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pairing: huening kai x reader
genre: highschool!au (kinda), band!txt, brother's best friend!kai, fluff, a bit suggestive
summary: a little white lie never hurts sometimes. to what lengths are you willing to go to protect it?
warnings: mentions of throwing up
word count: 3.3k
a/n: this all started just from my silly little desire to write a fic with the brother's best friend trope absdjhabj but honestly, this is one of the fics that i am most proud of, it has a special place in my heart :(<3 shout out to all my dear ningdungies!!!!đŒđŒđ i love you all a lot!!!!<33 (and i hope you manage to survive this!!!)
â = repost from my old blog!!
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âcarefully planned-out coincidencesâ - thatâs what your encounters with kai were; something that would appear unsuspicious to the naked eye, yet so obvious to a love connoisseur.
a fixed set of rules had been established in order for such meetings to be successfully completed, and continued.
1. no texting each other when youâre next to others. people love to snoop and steal a glance at your phone screen, getting you easily busted.
2. no form of physical touch is allowed on school grounds, unless youâre well-hidden. you never know what pair of eyes could be lurking around.
and, the most important one of them all: 3. do not, under no circumstances, get caught by soobin.
your brother tended to be more of a quieter person with an almost inhumane kind of calmness in him. that, however, did not apply when it came to unveiling lies. had he found out you had been kissing his best friend behind his back, it would have certainly not turned pretty. you knew that the longer you kept it away from him, the harder it would be to reveal the truth. even so, you kept postponing it, as you couldnât figure out the right way to do it. you couldnât just randomly go up to him and say: âremember that halloween party we held last year? yeah, me and kai kissed while you were in pain, next to the toilet bowl, releasing the obscene amount of sweets you had eaten that nightâ.
it was not the most romantic scenario, obviously, but it was one of the very few moments when soobin and kai werenât glued at the hip, and neither of you could take the tension anymore. taking your brotherâs pitiful cries out of the image, the kiss was actually quite sweet. and no, it wasnât because of the jelly beans kai had eaten prior to that- maybe only party. the actual reason was kaiâs hand on your waist, accompanied by the breathy âcan iâŠ?â that he whispered against your cheek.
as cheesy as it may sound, itâs a night that you will never forget.
-for various reasons.
one of them being the fact that it was pretty much the the starting point of a certain âshiftâ in your relationship with kai. from that day onward, it seemed like both of you tried to find as many opportunities as possible to be in each otherâs presence. oh- kai came over and wanted a glass of water from downstairs? whew- well, you were thirsty too, looks like you had to go to the kitchen with him. kai was left on dish-washing duty after parties? you could spare a few minutes to help him out. movie night with the boys? the only free spot was so conveniently the one next to kai.
it was thrilling, adrenaline-inducing. you could never be too sure whether you were subtle enough, or completely alone, so you had to walk on eggshells every single time, no matter what. it got exhausting though, and you wished that, at least for once, kai could come over to your house to see you, not soobin.
kai, on the other hand, was definitely more of a risk taker than you, one that saw no harm in breaking some of the rules every once in a while.
and there are no risks, without possible consequences.
it was something that kai had learnedâŠthe hard wayâŠon the lovely day of february 14th.
soobin had invited kai to spend the day together, playing games and trying out all the mystery flavors of a heart-shaped chocolate box. initially, they werenât supposed to be the ones indulging in the sweet treat, but soobin had chickened out before giving it to his crush at school that day. sulking uncontrollably, he called his best friend so that they could console themselves from the soul-crushing fact that they were both (to soobinâs knowledge) âsingleâ.
while he felt bad for his downcast pal, kai also couldnât take his mind off you. love was in the air, after all: the rom-com that played on his tv as he was getting ready to come to your house, the lovey-dovey songs playing on the radio, the couples getting affectionate on the streets- they only added further to the burning desire that he felt today, more than ever, to see you. and perhapsâŠnot only see you.
depending on the situation, those coincidences would often consist of: hand-holding underneath blankets or tables, winks sent to redden the other oneâs cheeks and, if you were lucky, an exchange of swift, tiny pecks.
none of the outcomes above satisfied him though. the more he thought about crossing paths with you, the more he wished to caress your face, to hold you in his arms- to have an intimate moment with you that involved something more than a âkiss and runâ type of situation.
âhey- the race started, why are you not moving?â soobin exclaimed, his mario kart character moving way farther than kaiâs across the screen.
snapping out of it, kai shook his head, placing the controller down onto the coffee table before excusing himself âi have to go to the bathroom-â he said as he placed one hand on his stomach, mustering up all his theatre acting skills to put on a pained expression on his face âi think those sweets arenât sitting right with meâ
as soon as he finished that statement, kai basically flew up the stairs, skipping 2-3 steps at once. he made sure to flip the light switch to the bathroom before striding towards your room, to make it seem like he was there.
kai made his entrance with a finger over his lips and a catlike smile.
âwhat are you doing? you canât be in here-â you whisper-shouted. kai had never- ever been in your room up until that point. it was too dangerous.
however, you still gave in, not pushing him back through the door he came in from.
he walked closer, coming to cup your face in his hands âi wanted to see youâ
âis that so?â you asked coyly.
kai smiled more, sensing the bit of happiness sneaking into your voice beside your attempts to appear mad at him.
âit is soâ he answered, waver in his voice from excitement.
âif you donât believe me, then i guess i could go back to soob-â
âno-â you tugged kaiâs arm, laughing âstay, i was kiddingâ
kai turned on his heel, lips falling into place perfectly on top of yours, transferring his smile to you in an instant âyou know i didnât intend on actually doing itâ he whispered, caressing your cheek.
âi knowâ you chuckled âbut you have to make it up to me for the teasingâ
you pulled at the collar of kaiâs shirt, waiting for him with closed eyes to initiate another kiss. kai chuckled before connecting your lips back together, starting off with agonizingly quick pecks, then attempting to initiate something more through longer, fervent kisses that trailed down to your neck, all while he slowly made you walk backwards to your bed. it wasnât long before you hit the mattress and the two of you ended up tangled in your sheets, with one hand tugging at kaiâs hair and the other one at his shirt as he hovered over you. soft gasps escaped through your mouth- the only acceptable way to lightly catch your breath, as it didnât involve letting go of each other.
a knock on the door, however, sent kai flying through the air.
ây/n? can i come in?â soobin asked, completely oblivious to the events happening on the other side of the piece of wood that his knuckles had grazed a second ago.
the strong fear that heâd come barging in before you answered, turned you to push the poor lover boy away earlier, catapulting him onto the floor, the fluffy rug hardly alleviating his pain.
âwhat was that sound- are you hurt?â you heard a worried shout. it was a clear sign that you had no more than five seconds to prepare for disaster.
âiâm coming in, okay?â
seeing the doorknob twist, kai had no time to process his anguish. he wriggled his way underneath your bed, pulling down the blanket to hide his body.
âeverything alrightâŠ?â soobin took two steps into your room then froze. the sight of your disheveled bed as well as your poor, motionless figure, scrambled up his feelings of concern with confusion.
âyeah- never been betterâ you replied, brushing out any folds on your clothes with your hand.
soobinâs eyebrow raised in suspicion; it was hard to make your breathing seem normal when your lungs burned like an athlete who had ran a marathon.
âi swear i heard a loud noise coming from your room-â
ânope, uh- nothing here. i was sleeping before you came inâ you yawned, stretching your arms up in the air to reinforce your previous statement.
kai placed a hand over his mouth, careful so as not to move the blanket or make any sounds- why did you have to say something that would direct soobinâs attention right in his direction? your brother sneaked another glance at your bed, judging its unusually messy state.
âare you building a bird nest or something?â he huffed, placing his hand on the doorknob, about to leave âdonât answer that actually- i donât want to know. i just wanted to tell you that the pizza is gonna arrive in about thirty minutes. if you donât come down on time, i canât promise that thereâll be any left for youâ
with that, the door was shut, allowing your body to slide down to the floor in relief- and the breath trapped in kaiâs lungs to be released.
it was only after this incident that kaiâs venturesome nature seemed to be slightly tamed. not once did he try to sneak into your room again, nor did he dare to bring up the matter. the one and only thing that he could do, was to look up at you with troubled, wary eyes as he pecked your lips, knowing that it didnât stand in his power to do more.
nevertheless, it wasnât long before he proceeded to go back to his usual antics, the feeling inside his heart all too unbearable.
after all, not everyone can resist temptation, can they?
people knew that it wasnât an unusual occurrence for you to be spotted in and outside the school with the most in demand band of the city, txt- your schoolâs pride and joy, which both your brother and his best friend were part of. so, whenever you tagged along with them, say it were to a local show, backstage, or during rehearsals, no one questioned a thing.
what was uncommon though, was you receiving private messages from the bandâs notably fine pianist, kai, and giggling while responding to him, on top of it all.
this scene was witnessed by a certain someone who you thought had fallen fast asleep in the middle of class. little did you know how effective the bell ringing was to wake him up and how he had the most perfect view to the conversation taking place on your phone screen.
kai
[9:17 am] can you stay after the rehearsal today?^3^
[9:18 am] i miss youâŠ
the witness slowly placed their head back on their desk, choosing to stay silent. this kind of matter required evidence, direct confirmation, and therefore they chose to follow you around for the rest of the day, like a shadow, thoroughly analyzing your words and actions; the texts were your first strike of the day, could there have been anything else you were keeping in the dark? the answer is yes, and you can take that literally- it turns out that the lonely, far corner of the school library makes a good spot for âdiscreetâ pda.
you and kai were tucked away in that poorly lit spot, hugging, laughing- blissfully unaware of the third pair of eyes there with you, glossed with anger and action-driven by betrayal.
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âand thatâs a wrap- good job guysâ yeonjun clapped his hands, turning from the microphone stand to face the group with a smile.
âkai, cleaning duty is on you today. make sure you donât forget to lock up the doors before you leaveâ yeonjun threw the keys in kaiâs direction, which he caught effortlessly.
âwhat? you always ditch on me when we get paired up together- what could have possibly gotten in the way this time?â kaiâs brows furrowed in annoyance. he wasnât one to enjoy picking a fight, but yeonjun was taking too much advantage of his compassionate nature. he had enough of all the chores landing on him every week, without fail.
âscored a date with that girl from the mallâ yeonjun winked âwhich, by the way- starts in less than half an hour. so, i gotta go, sorry buddy. maybe you can get somebody else to help youâ
everybody elseâs eyes turned to the floor after yeonjun parted ways with them, blurting out random reasons to be excused: âi have a project to finishâ âi did it last timeâ âi just donât want to do itâ ; nobody was enthusiastic about staying at school overtime.
nobody, except for you. you were about to say an excuse of your own when the realisation hit you: you and kai? alone? with none of the boys around? it was a rare occurrence, one even rarer than the blue moon. you couldnât simply pass by it.
âi can help youâ
soobin watched you from the corner of his eye, biting his tongue to prevent any words from slipping out. you had stayed behind to help the members out before, it would be weird if he only started commenting on the matter when it was kai you were going to stay with.
âweâll leave you to it thenâ beomgyu swung his arms around soobinâs and taehyunâs shoulders, leading them towards the door before you could change your mind.
âyeonjun always does thisâ kai huffed, picking up the acoustic guitar from the floor âi love him but- for once, i wish heâd keep his word- or at least not cancel on me last minuteâ the more his spoke, the more reckless his movements became.
âcareful with that- no matter how cheerful beomgyu might be most of the time, i donât think heâd be too happy to see his guitar destroyed by youâ
âsorryâ he said bashfully, resting his body against the wall with a sigh âi guess iâm just fed up with everythingâ
as you placed a hand over kaiâs cheek, his eyelids fluttered shut, comfort already washing over him.
âwould a kiss make you feel betterâŠ?â
kai nodded eagerly âi might need more than just one kiss thoughâ he whispered, bringing his hand to the back of your neck to pull you back closer.
his kisses were playful at first, with smiles and chuckles interrupting every once in a while. then, when he switched positions, bringing you to be the one trapped against the wall, he began alternating between pecking your lips and lightly biting them, chaste touches soon turning into something moreâŠheated. hands brushing over each otherâs bodies in a frenzy, swollen red lips caught in an endless, desperate chase, like you had never had a taste of something sweeter.
what had gotten into you both? doing something this risky in such an âhonourableâ place. it was the lousy heap of all your lies and yet the most enthralling point of them all.
too bad that adrenaline rushes donât last forever though.
you felt kaiâs heart thump against your chest as you cupped his jawline to bring him back for more, but your next kiss never came to fruition.
âam i interrupting something?â the person standing at the doorâs threshold cleared their throat to grab your attention.
you felt your blood turn cold upon hearing the sound. having a hunch about the sight ready to greet you, you turned your head at an awfully slow pace.
âcare to give me an explanation?â soobin stood with his arms crossed, the expression on his face indecipherable.
in a single day, all of the rules you swore youâd follow like a saint, for the sake of your relationship, had been broken.
kai was dismissed from the room by soobin without being given a chance to speak. it was your words he wanted to hear first and foremost, it was you who left him the most perplexed ever since he took a furtive look at your phone screen this morning, or since he saw what you were up to in the library.
you were silent, rubbing your hands with your head hanging low. lies canât last forever, you knew that, but you wished the right to make that dreadful reveal was in your hands to hold.
your brother cleared his throat, awkwardly shifting his position in the plastic chair he sat down on. when he abandoned the boys earlier because he âforgot somethingâ in the practice room, he didnât have a concrete plan in mind.
âhow long?â
âwhat?â you murmured.
soobin repeated himself âfor how long has this been going on? thisâŠthing between you and kai?â
your throat went dry- your first instinct was to spit out another lie. upon better thought though, you realised it was have been ridiculous to even try and deny anything, given the fact that you were caught mid-act. the only actual option left for you was the raw, honest truth:
ââŠa yearâ you said reluctantly. soobin only nodded his head.
the silence soon felt direful, and neither of you could tolerate it. soobin turned his head up to look into your eyes, he got the answers he was looking for, now it was his turn to be sincere with you.
ây/n, iâm not the one who chooses who youâre gonna love- and as much as it bothers me that, out of all the people, itâs my best friend who you fell for- i canât tell you to stop seeing kaiâ
his words turned your mind in even more of jumble than before. that was it? no screaming? no need to pull out the classic âbut i love himâ? it was a rare occurrence for the two of you to settle things so easily, it felt like you were suddenly picked up and placed in an alternate universe.
âso, what iâm getting isâŠyouâre approving of our relationship?â you asked, feeling the need to have a definite confirmation of his feelings; none of the scenarios you had imagined before where you revealed your relationship matched the result of this one.
soobin hummed âas long as you donât hoard him on the weekends- he might be your boyfriend now, but he was my friend first. iâll have him on saturdays and you can have him on sundays, deal?â
you smiled, shaking his stretched out hand âdealâ
âshouldnât kai have a say in this too though?â
âsomething tells me heâs already agreed to itâ soobin laughed, pointing at a âtotally-not-eavesdropping-kaiâ, the half-open door revealing his pink cheeks along with both of his thumbs up.
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Announcing... Phone Guy Month!
Hello? Hello, hello? Whelp. Looks like I'm declaring it; August is uhhhhâŠ. Phone guy month.
You know, how Fazbear Entertainment has a policy where they'll wait 90 days or until the place has been cleaned before they report an employee as missing? 90 days is 3 months. August is 3 months before November, which is when FNAF 1 takes place. So what better month to dedicate to our favourite mentor than the month that he likely went missing. Dark, I know.
I was inspired by @halogenrobotics Vanweek and @puhpandas ggyweek, as well as my own midnight brain deciding that I'd bully my own Phone Guy during August for the exact reason above.
It's going to run from August 1st to August 31st, but I'll be honest, you can do this whenever the hell you want, don't let a silly timeframe panic you.
There are 31 different prompts, but you don't have to do all of them and you definitely don't have to do it on any specific day. The numbers are just an ID to separate one prompt from the next. Just pick and choose the prompts you like!
It's Phone Guy month but any of FNAF's human mentors are accepted, so Phone Guy, Phone Dude, and Tape Girl (Kim too, but she's generally considered one of the Phone Guys).
Art and fics are accepted. Here is the AO3 Collection.
Tag what you make with "PhoneGuyMonth2024" so that I can see it!
Prompt text: 1 - First night 2 - Hello? Hello, hello? 3 - Mentorship 4 - Night 4 5 - Night 5 6 - Day off 7 - Lockdown 8 - Foxy 9 - The back room 10 - Murder?! 11 - The bite of 87 12 - UCN 13 - MCI 14 - Co-workers 15 - Ghosts 16 - Training tapes 17 - Springlocks 18 - Faulty wiring 19 - Scavenger 20 - Family/Friends 21 - Truth/Lies 22 - That office 23 - Injury 24 - Mascot costume 25 - Play Dead 26 - Bad advice 27 - Possessed 28 - Haunted 29 - Fears 30 - "You know too much." 31 - Missing persons report
#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#five nights at freddys#phone guy#fnaf phone guy#phone guy fnaf#phone dude#fnaf phone dude#phone dude fnaf#fnaf tape girl#tape girl fnaf#PhoneGuyMonth2024
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Finally finished my truth serum fic!! Hope you guys enjoy it âșïž
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CAPRI rarepairs ficrec/masterlist part IV
đ - fav $ - smut (minors DNI) !! - check tags
LAZAR/PALLAS the only non complicated couple IMO they wasted no time getting their shit together
identityđ- pallas attacks lazar, not knowing he is laurent's guard, lazar falls in love
formidableđ- âYou have a great ass.â âNon, uhhh. Parlez vous French?" except, pallas is a lil shit LMAO
on serving the prince - Prince Laurent has some tasks for his men.
twenty five !!$ - entire series is interesting
Cultural exchange - language barrier is an aphrodisiac in some ways
take me higherđ- pallas is so sneaky i love this fandom and also from same author no angels could beckon me back
tell me words- "You've spent a lot of time with Lazar these days" - a concerned and protective Nik
AUGUST/NIKANDROS
starles hollowđ - this one is just beautiful
not like other blonds - nik trynna fight the hypocrite allega(y)tions
dont date patients policy - Army AU, nik is the surgeon
one night more đ
so it begins - The Crown Prince of Vere ends up as a bartering tool in a treaty with Akielos
the king and the kyros
on your knees $$
on a pedestal - prisoner auguste, hurt comfort
ANCEL/BERENGUER ancel is a menace in literally every fic and i love it
ancel's annotated pillow talk $đ - Tell me what you would have said, as a pet, and then tell me the truth.
young, but for a seasonđ - absolutely a joy to read. getting old together.
recreation đ - imma cry they say ily for the first time so tender TAT
one of a kind !!$ - alpha ancel is hawt
higher education - abs FAV UNI AU
never let it fade - canon complaint
nickel for your love - needy ancel, post canon
lips like the galaxy's edge - space au
LAURENT/NIKANDROS (yes yes yes take me to jail but it's one of my fav rarepairs)
non, je ne regrette rien !!$đ- FAV FAV FAV made my heart hurt at times
voulez-vous đ- peak comedy.
take it now or leave it - Auguste looks thrown. âAre you-- do you like him?â
blessings in abundance $$$!!!
JORD/NIKANDROS
have you reckoned a 1000 acres much - came for long haired nik stayed for the good writing style bruh
not his kind - this ones on my tbr
according to plan đ- adorable, laurent & nik platonic
MISC
a massage $$ - pallas/nik/lazarđł
parabellum - really interesting and has fanart! check the tags!
forgiveness - damen is dead :( laurent&nik platonic
afterwards !! - erasmus/torveld
I'll maybe make a part 2 of rarepairs when i read more!
â part I (popular ones) đŒpart II (workplace AU)đ«part III (Auguste lives & Nicaise lives)đŠŸpart IV (rare pairs)
#captive prince#c s pacat#capri#capri ficrec#laurent of vere#damen of akielos#damen x laurent#ficrec friday
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Iâm gonna make a list of my fav Lockwood and co fics in the hope that someone will see this list then reblog it and say âwow good choices! You should really check out this fic!â
(PLEASE I NEED FICS) (Warning these are basically all mainly Locklyle fics just letting you know)
(okay obviously we need Policy 8 on this list!)
âPolicy 8â written by by: The_Biscuit_Agreement
Ongoing
Plot Summary :
Policy 8 was established in the hope of encouraging the birth of increasingly powerful agents. All agents 18 and over must accept the marriages DEPRAC assigns them. Agents between the ages of 16-18 can volunteer to enter the programme or else be forced into it due to minor illegal behaviour.âšLucy Carlyle volunteered. Anthony Lockwood was forced. In an effort to protect the two teenagers from being turned into pawns in the games of the rich and powerful, Barnes ensures Lucy and Lockwood are married. But just because they aren't stuck as pawns, doesn't mean the teenagers aren't forced into the same dangerous games.
âAs London Burnsâ written by: ScienceFantasy93
Ongoing
Plot Summary:
An AU About locklyle in the middle of world war two with Lockwood fighting as a RAF pilot and with Lucy as a news reporter. (very angsty) (idk what else to say about it tbh⊠BUT I LOVE THIS FIC!)
âThe bones of our past writtenâ by: moon2pluto
Finished (but has a sequel thatâs ongoing)
Plot Summary:
Just a few months after the destruction of the bone mirror, the team of Lockwood & Co. has another big case to tackle:âšWhen Lucy gets a letter from her little sister, begging her to come back and help her with a haunting doomed to kill them, she doesn't need long to make a decision, and neither George nor Lockwood are going to let her face this alone. To not get any unwanted attention in her hometown, Lucy and Lockwood agree to take a closer look disguised as a couple while George is busy researching. But when the haunting turns out to run much deeper and wilder than any of them thought, and other players enter the game, one question arises: Will Lockwood & Co. also make it out of this case unscathed?
(This oneâs my all time favourite)
âThe hidden archiveâ written by: BrooklynBooks
Ongoing
Plot Summary:
Ghost possession doesn't happen often, but fatality rates are high. Even if an agent does survive, there are the aftereffects to worry about. After surviving a possession, Lucy Carlyle struggles with recovery, delving ever deeper into the memories of Visitors and, in the process, stumbling into the world of blackmarket Sources. Meanwhile, George Karim races to learn the truth behind ghost possession in order to protect Lucy and save future agents. And Anthony Lockwood must face his own past with the London underworld if he wants to save his friends and himself.
âConnectionsâ written by: The_Biscuit_Agreement (Iâm sorry iâm so obsessed with their fics lol)
Ongoing
Plot Summary:
Lockwood forms a psychic link with a dead young agent and the group try to use it to work out how the agent died with disastrous consequences.
âCrushedâ written by: itripandfallalot, Salvoirfaire
Ongoing
Plot Summary:
A bad case and broken leg leave Lucy no choice but to return to Portland Row until she recovers. Lockwood is definitely not using this as an opportunity to persuade her to come back for good, because that would be unfair. And he never plays dirty.
âBecause everything is the same until, very suddenly, it isnâtâ written by: Netflixcapricorn
Finished
Plot Summary:
What happens when the only way out of this mess is a fake marriage?
(Hereâs a warning, extremely angsty)
âLucy takes the long way homeâ written by: agents_cxrter
Finished
Plot Summary:
Lucy might have left Lockwood and Co, but she can't get Lockwood out of her system.
(So many annoying emotions in this one like WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME!!?!)
âThis is going to end badlyâ written by: The_Biscuit_Agreement
Ongoing
Plot Summary:
When Fittes Agent Lucy Carlyle is cornered by relic-men alone in the woods, she is rescued by an unlikely source: Anthony Lockwood, run-away and relic-man. When Fittes gets tasked with trying to track the young man down, Lucy finds herself in an interesting position.
âPerfectly Incandescently Happyâ written by: OceanSpray5
Finished
Plot Summary:
After the death of her best friend, Ms Lucy Carlyle is given the opportunity to be sponsored for the 1815 London season by Norrie's aunt. Instantly compared to the Diamond due to their astonishingly similar looks, she befriends Lord Lockwood quite unexpectedly yet is left wondering if she was a fool for believing he'd look twice at a mere country girl.
(This fic is literally the cutest thing to exist⊠if you exclude the angst lollll)
âNo One Cares About The Nightwatchâ Written by: Nomolosk
Ongoing
Plot Summary:
Lucy Carlyle is a Listener, a failed agent, a runaway, and now works the nightwatch in London. One might think her life a failure from start to last- but Lucy has goals. She will get a grade four certificate, and reapply to all the best agencies, and her life will get immeasurably better.
However, firsthand experience of the treatment most people give the nightwatch, and a chance encounter with Lockwood and Co. have her reevaluating those goals... maybe she can do some good before she moves on...
âThe Injury of Finally Knowing Youâ written by: booknerds_unite
Ongoing
Plot Summary:
Anthony Lockwood, the only surviving male monarch from the Lockwood line, has six months to find a wife or Parliament will make a case to keep him from the throne. Lucy Carlyle has just arrived at the palace to work as a maid and to escape her horrific mother. They were never supposed to meet.âšOn the night of Lockwood's birthday celebration, their paths cross and nothing will ever be the same.
âWhat lies between the linesâ written by: The_Biscuit_Agreement
Ongoing
Plot Summary
When she arrived in London, Lucy Carlyle took up a job at the British Archives, spending her days determining which love letters, suicide notes and other collected paperwork could one day produce a visitor. It's a taxing job, made easier by king archivists and the presence of young agents doing research nearby. As Lucy becomes close with some of these young agents, she starts to receive love letters herself and finds herself using her under-utilised talents to try to work out who might be behind the notes.
(at this point just go through all of The_Biscuit_Agreement fics tbh⊠There all perfection)
(okay iâve read a ton more really good Lockwood and Co fics but i feel lazy now so maybe iâll post a part two of fic recs later)
#lockwood and co#fic recs#locklyle#lucy carlyle#anthony lockwood#save lockwood and co#lockwood & co#lockwood and lucy#george cubbins#george karim#ao3#part 2 soon?#please give me recs!!#i hope this helps someone
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