#go forth and feed my curiosity

[pencilofawesomeness]

This isn’t for anything; I’m just curious. A little fandom study, if you will Also this could be for doing the whacking or reading the whacking. Makes no difference.

*The Sad Boi Stick can be emotional, physical, or both. It is about whacking a character like a piñata until Feelings come out, especially of the angst variety. It does not preclude the desire to see the character loved and comforted during or after said Sad Boi Stick Situation.

(Also if there is a specific person in one of the groups listed that you like, feel free to specify in the tags! I only had ten slots to work with...)

[k-nayee]

Wife to the Winds Epic: The Musical | ii

wc: 3.5k a/n: yeah I'm sorry y'all. I'm, a slow updater/editor. But I'm getting faster and better! Here's the animation for this part

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recap

"You truly believe you can ensure my safe passage home? After everything?"

"With all my heart..."

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The salty tang of the sea clung to your hair as you followed Odysseus back to the creaking ships. The satchel against your hip jostled with every step, containing all of your life ever since the ambush of your village.

Midway through readying the ship for their long-awaited return, the men around fell silent as Odysseus approached.

Murmurs rippled through the crew as they watched their battle-scarred leader approach, a stranger by his side.

Reaching the center of the gathered crowd, Odysseus raised a hand for silence. A hush fell over, their gazes flitting between you and their captain.

"This one!" he boomed, aura carrying the authority of a seasoned leader, "is under my is under my protection. Do not lay hand upon her, show her the respect you may give to me."

Glances flicker towards you and stare intently, their faces etched with curiosity and a hint of something...more.

What it could be? You don't know, but you refuse to show it. Even riddled with fear and wary, you held your head high, posture radiating confidence.

That's when the whispers reached your ears: "A goddess, perhaps?" one muttered. "Sent to test us," another added, a hint of reverence lacing his voice.

'Wait...what?' You blink at this. Looking closer, you realize they are staring at you in awe, not lust.

You steal a peek at Odysseus, but his face remained impassive, any amusement he might've felt hidden.

'A goddess huh?' Your lips twitch, a snort of disbelief threating to escape your lips. Seems Odysseus initial shock towards you wasn't a one man reaction.

"Men!" attention is brought once more to the King of Ithaca.

"We have weathered storms. We have battled and sacrificed. Yet, victory lies within reach. Today," he brings a fist up to the heavens. "we begin our journey home!"

Cheers erupted from them, collective roars of relief and anticipation.

The rest of the day was a blur of activity: sails unfurled, oars readied for rowing—image of home ever the motivator.

Days bled into weeks, the endless blue horizon and rocking of the ship becoming your new normal.

The crew remained wary, interactions limited to curt greetings and exchanges. Your only solace came from occasional conversations with Odysseus and surprisingly, both Eurylochus and Polites.

Speaking of which, a tense discussion was brewing near the stern. Eurylochus, his weathered face etched with worry, was locked in a heated debate with the king.

"Six hundred mouths to feed," Eurylochus stressed, frustration coloring his voice, "and our supplies are dwindling! We may not make it far, we are running on fumes!"

Polites, ever the diplomat, step forth in hopes of calming the second in command. "We'll find a way, Eurylochus. Odysseus is a resourceful man—"

"Look!" Their conversation was abruptly interrupted by Odysseus himself, his gaze fixed on the sky.

You follow his line of sight, spotting a flurry of birds flying into the distance. Your brow raise at that, catching on to his proposal.  

"We watch where they go, and there we will hunt for food." Giving a firm nod, Eurylochus began giving new orders.

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Hours had pass, soon the Sun going down leaving the stars and moon as your only source of light.

"Captain!" Polities' cry breaks you out of your daily/night inventory checkup. "There in the distance: I see a light faintly glowing."

You quickly stuff everything back into your bag, rushing over to stand next to the Greek warrior and see for yourself.

He turns and gives you a bright grin, lightly bouncing on his feet. "Maybe it's a village lighting a fire? Who knows! They might even share some food."

"No." Odysseus shakes his head. "No, somethings not right. I see fire...but there's no smoke."

Eurylochus scoffed. "Let's raid the place and be done with it!" he barked, his hunger overriding caution.

Odysseus narrowed his eyes. "No," he countered, his voice firm. "There must be another way, one that doesn't involve bloodshed."

"Captain you can't be serious, we don't know of the danger's ahead! A—"

"Just!...just give me until sunrise," Taking a glance at the awaiting crew, his voice lower in attempt to quell their bloodthirst knowing just speaking of potential fighting would set them off. "And if we don't return, burn this place to the ground."

Odysseus turns to Polities, gesturing towards the approaching island. "Polites, gear up. We'll scout ahead."

"Yes sir!"

"I'm coming with you!"

The mortal king's head snapped towards you, frown creasing his brow. "Absolutely not."

Your voice rose in protest. "B-but I can help! I'm a fast learner. My skills..."

"There will be no debate," he states, voice leaving no room for argument. "The men are weary. They need their rest. You will stay and watch over little Ajax."

Anger welled in your chest as your teeth gritted. You storm off, the sting of rejection burning in your eyes.

Being reduced to babysitting(once again) felt like an insult to your abilities. You couldn't help but pout in disappointment as you watch the two sail step off the ship, crossing your arms with a glare.

The rest of the night crawled by, the time made longer from your simmering resentment.

It was sunrise when Odysseus and Polities returned, their faces were painted with apprehension.

"We've been told of a cave with food in the east!" he said "enough to last us on our journey back to Ithaca, even extra to spare."

You perk up at the news as men were called to arms. Pushing your way into the forming group, you stand before Odysseus who releases a heavy sigh upon seeing your wide grin. 

"Perhaps I can help assess the situation? My knowledge of—"

"We have enough help," he holds up a hand, silencing you with narrowed eyes. "You stay here with Ajax. Guard duty."

You bite your tongue to keep your anger from saying something disrespectful.

Taking a deep breath, you clasp your hands in a pleading motion. "Please. Just let me help. I-I can gather herbs, o-or even tend wounds..."

"There'll be no wounds," Odysseus says curtly. "We'll be in and out, quick and quiet."

And with that, he and his newly gathered group of men began venturing east in search of food.

Though your fists clenched in fury, you knew better than to disobey Odysseus directly. Instead, you waited, a plan forming in your mind.

It was then upon spotting the ever-cautious Ithacan Eurylochus right as he prepares to leave and catch up with the main group, an idea sparks.

You quickly approach him in determined strides. "Eurylochus, there isn't any proper medical supplies on board. I'm sure the men will gain injuries on their quest for food. And for that, I will need to go and get more herbs." 

Eurylochus barely glanced in your direction, more focused on ensuring his weapons are tied on correctly as he gives a dry chuckle. "Injuries huh? I'm sure medicine won't be needed for a little wound."

"You sure about that?" Offput at the chilly tone of your voice, he looks up only to be taken aback at the emptiness of your gaze. "Even the mightiest of warriors have fallen, crossing the River Styx from a mere scrape."

A tremor of unease ran through Eurylochus. He cleared his throat, the bravado gone

"Alright," he conceded, "but if anything goes wrong..."

"There won't be anything wrong!" you assured him quickly, smile bright and innocent as if you hadn't just traumatized this man.

Gesturing two nearby men to come over, Eurylochus gives you one final look. "Now, I'm trusting you to get what you need and get out. This is Lycus and Alexander; they will watch over you, so stay close. Understood?"

You bobbed your head enthusiastically, already launching into a flurry of excited instructions for your temporary bodyguards.

Eurylochus couldn't help but shake his head and sigh as he turned to leave. "Gods...Odysseus is gonna kill me..."

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The moment your feet touched the shore, a thrill shot through you. The air hummed with an unfamiliar energy, and the vibrant foliage swaying in the gentle breeze.

Years of training under your mother's watchful eye kicked in: You recognized the landscape instantly—the lush vegetation, the specific types of trees—everything she taught echoing in your mind.

Unlike Odysseus and his men trampling path, or the impatient stomping of your guards, you carefully navigated the undergrowth with practiced grace; steps light and sure.

Awe filled you as you surveyed the diverse flora. You stopped every so often, meticulously collecting samples in your satchel, murmuring a silent thank you with each pluck.

A memory flickered from your childhood's countless foraging trips; your mother kneeling beside you in a sun-dappled meadow as her hand gently guides yours. "Plants are lives of their own...they are deserving of respect, as would any other being."

Too caught up in reminiscing the past, you miss it when your small group stumbled into a clearing.

It wasn't until you noticed the men behind you stopping themselves did you pay attention to your surroundings.

There, in the center of the area was a group of figures. Their faces were serene, eyes filled with an otherworldly light.

You couldn't help but look at them in awe, tales heard over the years could never measure up to the—

The sound of drawn weapons snap you out of it.

"W-wait!" you cry, darting forward and placing yourself between the armed men and the peaceful Lotus-eaters. "Lower your weapons! They mean no harm."

Lycus, a gruff soldier with a gnarly scar on his cheek to match, scoffs. "They could be a threat, best get rid of them while we can" he grumbles, grip tightening on the hilt of his sword.

Undeterred, you squared your shoulders and met his gaze.

"And as I said, they mean no harm. Pose no danger Look at them!" You gestured towards the Lotus-eaters, some of whom were staring at you with wide-eyes, others seemingly lost in a blissful daydream. "They wouldn't hurt a fly."

A tense silence hung in the air. The men exchanged uncertain glances, unsure of how to react.

 You pressed further, lowering your voice conspiratorially. "Besides. I'm not moving, and Odysseus wouldn't be too happy if I got hurt...now would he?"

The mere mention of the formidable leader caused the men to flinch, images of Odysseus' fearsome wrath flashing in their minds.

Lycus grunts in defeat. "Fine." Reluctantly sheathing his weapon, Alexander follows suit in a mixture of annoyance and grudging acceptance.

The Lotus people seemed captivated by the scene unfolding before them. Their gaze remained transfixed on you, faces filled with a strange mix of curiosity and wonder.

You turn and offer them a warm smile, disarming the Lotus-eaters completely. Their gaze remained fixed on you, captivated not just by your courage and kindness, but also by your beauty. 

Unlike the warriors who had come earlier, bristling with aggression, you approached them with an open heart of respect and curiosity.

And they knew this...from the moment you stepped into the forest, you were being watched after all.

So watchful of those who arrived on their island, the Lotus-eaters had seen everything: your reverence for the plant life, your gentle touch as you collected herbs—it spoke all that was needed.

They felt—no, they knew your heart held no malice. So that's why they had no problem answering any question you asked.

Meanwhile, the men assigned to guard you grow bored from the lack of conflict. They began to talk to each other, attention drifting away from their assigned duty.

After all, you seemed perfectly safe surrounded by these serene beings.

Encouraged by your gentle demeanor, one of the Lotus-eaters hesitantly approach you. He's tall, a crown of woven leaves sitting on top of his curly-hair.

Shy and gentle eyes meet yours. A tranquil smile is etched on his face as he holds out a strange bulbous fruit within his cupped palms, its surface pulsating with an otherworldly glow.

You recognize it instantly for its legendary intoxicating properties, accepting the Lotus fruit with a grateful smile.

Knowing the dangers of the Lotus and its ability to induce a blissful forgetfulness, you carefully stow it away in your satchel.

The Lotus-eaters trill in content, their voices all speaking at once in a wave of pitches.

Straining to hear what they were saying, you slowly make out some of the words drifting through the air.

"...giant..." one voice rasped, low and conspiratorial. "...big as a mountain..." another chimed in.

You pause, a flicker of unease taking root in your stomach. 'Did I just hear that right?...'

"Excuse me," you began, your voice dropping to a hushed tone, "but I couldn't help but overhear something about a... giant?"

They eagerly nod, their excited chatter confirming your worst suspicions.

The Lotus-eater from earlier locks eyes with you. You sense a flicker of concern flash across his glazed eye before murky sereness takes place once more.

He spoke, voice deep and whimsy. "The one-eyed giant in the east? He owns most of the sheep,  calls himself Polyphemus..."

'Giant...sheep...cave...east...that means—' when the pieces clicked in your mind, dread coiled in your gut. Odysseus and his men...trapped with a monstrous cyclops?

This was a disaster.  You needed to get away, and fast.

Glancing at the warriors, still lost in their own world of boredom, a devious plan began to form in your mind.

You turn to the group of Lotus-eaters and lower your voice further.

"Listen," you began, urgency lacing your tone, "there's something really really important I need to get from the cave in the east."

You give a nudge towards the lounging duo guards. "Those men who came with me wouldn't understand. Plus they're not very nice...they've been nothing but mean and unhelpful!"

The Lotus-eaters exchanged glances. Even with their peaceful demeanor they could sense your worry.

"What do you want us to do?" the crowned Lotus-eater asked, his voice laced with alarm.

A large grin stretched across your face.

"Pretend to kidnap me!" you declared, barely able to contain a giggle. "Take me to the cave. There, I can handle the rest."

Their faces broke into wide smiles. Now this was a game they understood.

A Lotus-eater with eyes the color of the sky, clapped her hands in delight. "Oh that sounds fun!"

Before you could even blink, half of the group erupted in a playful ruckus of shouts and laughter; hurling small rocks branched leaves at the warriors.

The men sputtered in confusion as nearby plants and vines creeped down and snatched their weapons, leaving them flabbergasted and unarmed.

"What in Hades—" Alexander exclaims, eyes wide with confusion as his sword was yanked from his grasp by an unseen force.

Now for your part.

Taking a deep breath, you let out the most dramatic, exaggerated scream you could muster. "Help! Oh no! They are taking me! What ever shall I dooooo!"

The distracted guards turn in time to see the other half of the Lotus-eaters scoop you off the ground. You kicked your legs playfully, still crying out in mock distress. "No! Oh no! Let me go! Someone, save meeeeeee!"

As Lotus-eaters began moving to the cave, you grimace when realizing a little too late of your lack of fighting back and reaction to being taken. 'I hope they didn't see right through me. Probably should've acted a little more afraid.'

"H-hey!" You turn back to see Lycus' stressfully looking in your direction as he tries to dodge the sticks and stones, "They're kidnapping her!"

"We must save her!" Alexander chimed in, his panicked filled voice reaching your ears before you disappear into the foliage.

You blink in disbelief at their gullibility. 'Nevermind...'

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The further you were carried away from the clearing, the more the sounds of chaos faded into the background.

When you finally reached a safe distance, they gently set you down.

Once brushing off your clothes and looking around you immediately notice the Lotus-eaters brought you to the side of a mountain.

'Where's the cave...?' Confusion flickered across your at face as you try to understand why you where there instead.

Seeing your puzzled expression, the crowned-Lotus eater stepped forward with a gentle smile.

"We brought you to a secret passage," he explains softly, "It's a hidden way that leads to where the sheep are kept. The giant one may find you at the entrance, but this path is safe."

He gestures towards a cluster of branches and vines. Pushing them aside, he reveals a human-sized crack in the mountainside before letting dense foliage fall back over the cleverly concealed hole.

A warm smile spreading across your face at their concern and attempt for your safety. "Thank you!"

Leaning forward, you stand on your toes to place a soft kiss on the forehead of the crowned-Lotus eater who's been your main communicator of the time.

His cheeks flushed a deep scarlet red as he giggled, his companions joining in with flushed faces and shy smiles of their own.

"Good luck," he whimsically mutters, still blushing.

With a nod, you turned towards the secret passageway. Your heart pounds as you carefully push aside the branch and vines and squeezed through the opening.

The rough stone walls loomed around you as distant noises faintly echo in the background.

Air growing cooler and damper with each step as you ventured deeper inside, it wasn't until then did the faint sounds became clearer—multiple voices talking and sounds of sheep scuffling around. 

You pause at the edge of the cave, listening intently.

"Over here!" At the sound of Odysseus' commanding and calm voice, you immediately peek around the corner.

The first thing you're met with is an abundance of food and resources scattered all around: Jugs of wine stacked neatly against the walls, expensive cloths rich in color and texture, to even golden chalices and cups that gleamed in the torch-light cave.

And the sheep.

There were so many! So much, a few roaming ones were so close that you could feel the softness of their wool if you just reach out to tou—

Your nose scrunch up in disgust as a pungent wave of musk, grass, and a hint of manure hits you. 'Ugh...don't smell as cute as they look. That's for sure.'

Looking past the sheep, your body almost instinctively relaxed as you saw no signs of dead bodies or a murderous Cyclops.

Instead, you spotted the King of Ithaca standing alongside his 2nd of command and friend, onlooking as the other men got to work.

"Odysseus! Look at all this food...a-and all of these sheep!" Polites exclaims, you could even make out his bright smile all the way from here. "I can't believe it! This cave, it has all this for us to keep."

Eurylochus stood a few feet away, a begrudging nod of acceptance as he keep watch of the soldiers as they slaughter sheep and prepare to carry them to the ships. "I've gotta hand it to you both, this is quite the treat. More than enough sheep here to feed the entire fleet."

"Hmmm. I'm not sure. Looks too perfect, too good to be true." Odysseus seemed unconvinced. He shifted on his feet, glancing around as unease began seeping into his bones. "Why would the Lotus-eaters pass up on all this food?"

'Okay!' You take a step back, readying yourself for the potential scolding you most definitely were going to get for leaving the ship. 'You can do this...'

He sounds worried enough, so maybe he won't be too mad?

Taking a deep breath, you straighten you back and take a step out to greet the— 

"WHO ARE YOU?" A deep, rumbling voice echoes through the cave, making everyone freeze in their tracks.

Popping your head back around the corner, the blood drains from your face once you see the Cyclops.

Odysseus steps up with a confident smile. "Hey there! We're just travelers." He waves to the giant and motion to the others. "We come in peace."

The cyclops says nothing at first. He's monstrous, frame towering above so high you could barely make out his features—a single eye glowing menacingly in the darkness as it glared down at the Spartan warriors.

"YOU KILLED MY SHEEP. MY FAVORITE SHEEP. WHAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO DEAL A PAIN SO DEEP?"

You stumble back with a soft gasp and try to calm your racing heart. Your mind raced as you tried to figure out what to do.

"TIME TO DRINK—YOUR BLOOD OVER WHERE YOU STAND. YOUR LIFE NOW IS IN MY HAND."

Recalling the tales and stories of the cyclops' favored weapon (a massive club), you knew it was only a moment of time...

"BEFORE I'M DONE, YOU WILL LEARN THAT IT'S NOT SO FUN TO TAKE. YOU CAME TO MY HOME TO STEAL, BUT NOW YOU'LL BECOME MY MEAL."

Your hand flickered down to the weight in your satchel. With trembling fingers, you rummaged through it.

A Lotus fruit and bundle of dried Nepenthe and Poppy herbs are pulled out the bag, now in your hands. 'Please Gods....please. This has to work...'

"A TRADE, YOU SEE? TAKE FROM YOU LIKE YOU TOOK FROM ME."

[caffeinatedvigilantewriter]

Master post OG post Part 1

“It’s about to go from bad, to worse. Brace yourself.”

~

Dani and Damian spent another minute watching the Agents before Dani felt a tap on her shoulder.

Dani turned, Damian following her lead. They came face to face with a small redhead boy, with green-blue eyes that had an odd cloudy gaze to them.

“Wes.” Dani greeted politely.

Wes nodded, shifting slightly. “Hullo.”

“Wes, this is Damian.” Dani gestured to Damian, who stuck out his hand.

“Good evening.” He greeted coolly. He didn’t like the way Wes’s eyes darted back and forth.

“You’re the turning point.” He whispered, ignoring Damian’s hand.

“Excsuse me?”

“You’re the turning point.”

Dani took a step forward. “Wes, what are you taking about?”

Wes blinked, hard, and the cloudy look in his eye disappeared.

“Sorry, Dani. What did I say?”

Dani and Damian looked at each other. Dani turned back.

“You don’t remember? You called Damian the ‘turning point’.”

Wes frowned. “You don’t know yet?”

“Wes, know what?” Dani’s voice had an edge of panic in it.

“The ecto.” Wes looked around to see if anyone was watching. “It basically contaminated all the kids in the town. Especially the ones in our grade.”

“So everyone is liminal?” Dani whisper in a panic.

“And we have powers. Meet us at the Casper High Football stadium at 11 pm.”

And he was gone, disappearing through the crowd of citizens.

~

Dani and Damian walked to a large house with their suitcases rolling behind them.

The house was neglected, with dirt and buildup on the bricks and stairs. There was a green flickering sign that read-

“FentonWorks Lab.” Damian muttered out loud and Dani shot him a strained smile.

“Come on, let’s go inside.”

They were barely on the stoop when the door flung open and a woman with bright red hair wearing a teal sweater that matched her eyes and headband.

“Dani! Thank Ancients you made it!” She said, wrapping Dani into a tight hug

Dani let go of her suitcase and hugged her back just as desperately.

“Hiya Jazz.” she said wetly, before breaking the hug and gesturing to Damian.

“Jazz, this is my brother, Damian. Damian this is my sister, Jazz Fenton.”

Jazz shot Damian a warm smile, offering her hand.

“Nice to meet you.”

Damian shook her hand.

“Likewise.”

“Let’s go inside.” Jazz eyed a GIW agent across the park, who was staring at them in mild curiosity.

Jazz opened the door and let them inn the house.

The house was nicer on the inside, although there was a familiar smell of what Damian thought was Battery Acid.

There was a teenager hunched over the coffee table, tinkering with some wires.

He was about Dukes age, black hair, swimmers body, ice blue eyes.

He looks exactly like Dani, from his posture to the freckle below his right eye.

The only difference he had from Dani was that the left side of Dani’s face and body was covered in lightning scars.

He grinned when he saw Dani and stood up, reaching his full height of 5’7.

“Dani!”

“Danny!”

Damian blinked in confusion.

“How can you have the same name?” He blurted, watching their twin grins grow larger.

“I’m Dani-with-an-i, hes Danny-with-y, duh.”

Danny smiled. “I’m Danny, Dani’s brother.”

“This is Damian. Also my brother.”

Danny furrowed his brow. “You’re going to have to start from the beginning.”

~

“You’re a clone.” Damian said, an empty plate in his hands. “And half ghost.”

Dani shrugged. “I’m mostly human. If I go ghost too often or too long the I’ll melt into goo.”

Damian took a deep breath. “… and is there anyway we can prevent you from… melting?”

Dani shrugged. “Time. If I have enough time to gather enough ecto to feed my core, if won’t destabilize.”

“To be fair, you haven’t had a haunt until now.” Danny points out, and received a small glare from Dani.

“What is a core? And a haunt?”

“A haunt is a ghosts place or city of residence. It can be as small as a house, or a large as a town.” Danny passed him more fudge. “A core is harder to explain, essentially it’s a ghosts entire being. Their soul, the propose of their afterlife. If a ghost damages their core, they become an ambition-less husk. It’s a war crime to take a ghosts core away from them.”

Dani shuddered, and Jazz winced.

“I think that’s enough learning for one day.” Jazz said, taking the plates and Dani stood up to help her. “Damian, are you okay with sleeping in Danny’s room?”

Damian nodded. “I have one more question.”

The three of them looked at Damian curiously.

“What’s your last question?” Dani asked, taking a seat once more.

“What is the GIW?”

~

[jenscx]

[04] tumblr girls — daydreaming

it was cliché; being in love with danielle marsh, the straightest girl on earth. you thought your feelings were hopeless, until you discover her tumblr blog.

you pace back and forth in your room, heavy footsteps thudding against the hardwood floors. the incessant buzzing of your phone is the last thing you’re thinking of. in your mind, there was only one person who resides there. danielle likes someone, she likes her project partner. she likes you.

but unbeknownst to her, you had betrayed her trust and invaded her privacy to feed your curiosity. a thawing pain in your heart continues. would danielle be upset if she found out? what if you don’t tell her at all? yet, it didn’t feel right to keep it a secret. if danielle truly liked you, would she rid those feelings when she finds out what you had done?

it wasn’t meant to be like this. danielle was just someone out of reach. someone unachievable. you couldn’t have her. she’s way out of your league.

a series of knocks on your door pulls you out of your reverie. alarmed, you quickly go to open it, only to find heejin staring at you, unamused.

“i don’t know what you’re doing but,” she starts, “stop stomping around! kim hyunjin’s over right now and she thinks we have a ghost in our house!”

“i’m just thinking!” you push heejin out of your room, “and who’s kim hyunjin?”

judging by heejin’s red face, you could see through your sister’s facade immediately.

“you have a girl over? at this time? what if mom finds out?”

heejin swats at you, “i’m not doing anything with her! she’s just here to look at my paintings.”

you shoot her a glare. what the hell was she talking about when you had told her of your feelings towards danielle? she literally had love problems of her own. maybe you shouldn’t take advice from heejin, she was an anime nerd for god’s sake. sometimes she would even naruto run in the house— oh my goodness, you really should not take her advice.

“whatever, i’ll be quieter. go play with your jock,” you shoo her away. heejin says incredulously, “hyunjin’s not a stereotypical jock, she’s smart too! good at basketball and academics—” you close the door in her face, leaving you in the solitude of your own room and your thoughts. a blank white canvas fills your mind, envisioning nothing but emptiness. danielle marsh, your crush of how many years, has feelings for you too.

what were you meant to do now? even if you did confess, you would have to tell danielle that you knew of her crush and it would kill you to see the disappointment evident on her face. you groan loudly, almost collapsing on the floor in your dilemma. maybe you should sit down lest you faint. you hesitate to take another step, fearing that heejin might come stomping up again, demanding you rid yourself of your legs.

sunshinesza. sunshine, like her. it’s cliche, but she lights up your day whenever you catch a glimpse of her. when you had first noticed her in the hallway, you took that same route every day to class afterwards, just to see her. minji and hanni obviously had no clue why you were so adamant on taking the long way, but you had so easily convinced them with some gummy bears. you glance at your own laptop, the google tab staring blankly at you. your fingers act before you think, typing in tumblr.com and danielle’s user.

no new posts. you shouldn’t really expect much. the last one was flooded with supportive comments and people urging her to confess. you scrunch your nose, pondering on how it would be like to receive a heartfelt confession from danielle. would she stutter through? would her cheeks be splashed with redness? would she buy your favourite flowers?

your finger ultimately scrolls back to the top.

a resigned sigh escapes your lips as you flop back onto your bed. tempted to just text danielle about it, you end up giving into your inner thoughts.

jeon y/n [10.16pm]:

hi danielle, ik it’s kind of late

but i was wondering

would you like to go to this dog cafe?

i heard you like dogs, so…

heard, yeah right. your stalking of her tumblr blog had revealed her immense love for animals almost immediately. supported by the numerous presentations she gave in class on animals, it wasn’t hard to put two and two together.

her reply comes almost instantly.

danielle [10.16pm]:

omg!

really?

yes!!!! <3

the heart. that emoticon. you feel your own heart seconds away from bursting with affection.

jeon y/n [10.17pm]:

okay!

we could go on wed?

school’s closed that day

minji told me ^^

danielle [10.18pm]:

sure!!!!

how does minji know?

i didn’t know u were close to minji..

jeon y/n [10.18pm]:

minji’s in stuco!

oh we’ve been friends for a long time

hanni joined us after transferring from australia

danielle doesn’t respond anymore, only leaving you with a ‘delivered’. you wonder if you said something wrong. was it about minji? danielle didn’t seem to like her that much.

she eventually replies before you start to wallow in your grief.

danielle [10.25pm]:

oh cool

so, see u soon?

you swallow up your anxiety and fear.

jeon y/n [10.26pm]:

see you! <3

your head falls onto your pillow pathetically.

danielle has heard the phrase ‘spring has arrived’ countless times in the various dramas she’s watched. it’s an extremely popular line that more often than not, is taken figuratively. of course it could mean literally that spring has arrived, but it’s more commonly used as a reference to when someone has experienced the first bloom of romance in their life. the swarm of butterflies attacking their stomach, the giddiness and immense sense of euphoria, the excitement and nervousness of it all. at least that’s what an intensive amount of shows and books told her.

she has never experienced something like that. countless boys, all awkwardly cute in their own way, stumbling up to her with roses and a stuttered out confession. she has never reacted to them with extreme happiness, only sending them a strained smile and a polite rejection. even in australia, no boy has managed to capture her heart. sure, some of them were good-looking and conventionally handsome. yet, she hasn’t found someone attractive. danielle never expected any differently when she moved to korea. after a hectic move, her mother had sent her off to middle school.

exhilarated eyes and a bright smile, danielle marched on in the hallways of her school, greeting everyone cheerfully. stares had trailed after her, wondering, who was this new kid?

maybe danielle had been a tad bit too excited on her first day. she just really wanted to make a good impression so that she could have friends! her mother reminded her to keep an eye out for any potential trouble. fifteen and carefree, danielle obviously did not heed her words and went about her day talking to everyone but herself.

“hi! i’m dani!” she introduced herself, a wide grin on her face. the girl looked up slowly, unimpressed.

“i’m haerin,” the girl, haerin, replied in awkward english. it was extremely butchered, but danielle appreciated the sentiment.

“my korean name’s jihye,” she smiles even bigger, “can we be friends? i transferred here from australia.” the cat-eyed girl nods, eyes glued onto danielle, as if scanning her.

haerin then gestures to the seat next to her, a small smile on her face, “you can sit next to me.”

she was danielle’s first friend, and the only friend she really needed (other than hyein, of course. danielle would be caught dead if hyein found out she said that). needless to say, the australian never found much purpose in befriending others when she had haerin. her best friend was a listener, an observer, perfectly contrasting danielle’s rapid fire rants. haerin and her fit perfectly, in her opinion. and no one really came close to rivalling haerin’s spot of being danielle’s favourite person.

yet, at sixteen, spring had arrived in the form of her literature classmate.

“who’s that?” danielle whispered to haerin. the girl wakes up from her nap, eyes roaming across the class before landing on the girl danielle was pointing at.

haerin, thoroughly disturbed by the interruptance of her nap, answered, “jeon y/n. she was from the other block.”

danielle nodded, eyes as wide as saucers and her gaze stuck onto her new infatuation’s back like bubblegum. your hair fell by the side, exposing your look of concentration. a pen was caught between your lips, nibbling it as your eyebrows furrowed. danielle didn’t feel any of the butterflies or immediate affection. this wasn’t the love she was taught. it was almost like time had slowed down, leaving her to bask in your afterglow. her throat dried up and feeling an intense need to hydrate herself, she did so. while gulping down her water, your eyes glanced back, meeting hers for a fraction of a second.

no, her version of love wasn’t like anything else. it was the crinkle in your eyes as she choked violently on her water and the amused look you gave her after.

spring had arrived for danielle at sixteen, and it wouldn’t leave for another few more decades.

throughout her school life, danielle had kept a watchful eye on you. sometimes, if she’s lucky, you might spare her a glance, but only for a second before looking away hurriedly. danielle thought you hated her guts so much you couldn’t even stand the sight of her. genuinely distressed by this, she had immediately claimed the seat in the front, hoping she might feel your gaze every once in a while, even if it was to look at the whiteboard.

even after becoming a cheerleader, which danielle guessed was a high rank in her school’s hierarchy, she still couldn’t help but let her gaze follow your strides through the school. you had never shown up to the games and maybe danielle was deluded to think you had no point to, not interested in any of the charming jocks on court. her mind had pointed out maybe you weren’t interested in cheerleaders like danielle either, but she focused on the positives.

her only chances to see you was during class or during lunch, neither of which were particularly viable for her long-term yearning but hey, she’s a cheerful girl who looks on the bright side. surprisingly, even with your features and sweet personality, no one really approached you. danielle counts that as a win. maybe it was because people didn’t really know what to expect from someone like you. quiet, yet extroverted with friends. smart, but silly at times (danielle really liked you when you were acting silly). was it a blessing for no one else to take up your time other than danielle?

she’s never felt this way before. definitely not for those boys with captivating smirks and dreamy eyes. she only feels the longingness to be by your side, she yearned to just be in the proximity of your comfort, to be on the receiving end of your endearing smile. she’s so incredibly curious about you. she wants to know everything that makes you you. she’s curious about your music taste. she’s curious about the way your mind works. she’s curious about your late night thoughts and how they make you feel. she’s curious about every single thing about you.

isn’t that what love is?

you make her so vulnerable without trying. has she ever crossed your mind at least once? danielle thinks her vulnerability means love. to submit wholly, with dedication and devotion. she wants to disclose everything about herself to you, just to feel the closeness of your soul. how will she ever know what love is?

maybe it’s the fact she doesn’t feel like she’s betraying a part of herself to keep pretending.

she knows how it feels to be looked at differently.

the thirteen year old girl in her heart remembers the look of disgust when her friends in australia saw two boys holding hands.

would she experience that again? even though she wasn’t on the receiving end, she still felt tears well up. she knew who she was. optimistic, sure, but if nature doesn’t have a single thing that blooms all year, how could danielle do the same?

you make her weak. she wants to know everything about you. and if receiving your affection meant revulsion and exclusion from others, danielle would gladly suffer for your hand.

she truly believes she hasn’t lived some of her life’s best days. she hasn’t seen it all, hasn’t felt it all. maybe that is what’s keeping her so upbeat all the time. the chance of experiencing something better tomorrow than today, the possibility that her life might change for the better in an instant. she wants to live all her best days with you.

maybe she wore her heart on her sleeve for so long because she knew that someone like you would be so soft and gentle with it.

you conquer all thoughts in her mind. she’s never met someone so alluring. maybe it’s the way you walk, the way you talk, the way you make her feel inside. maybe it’s your eyes or even your smile, danielle doesn’t know it herself.

she’s attracted to you like opposite poles of a magnet.

danielle marsh dreams of you, and only you.

you quickly swallow the piece of bread in your mouth when you spot danielle standing by your desk.

“danielle,” you call out, cheeks still stuffed. your face only heats up when danielle giggles, “morning y/n.”

she’s holding a lunchbox.

the same my melody lunchbox as before.

“i made dakgangjeong for you,” she mutters shyly, a bashful smile spreading across her face, “you mentioned that you liked it before.”

dakgangjeong, sweet crispy fried chicken. your crush made more food for you. was she an angel who came down to earth?

“really?” you ask, surprised and mouth agape, “oh my god, i could marry you right now.”

“oh!” she laughs, “i mean, we’re a bit too young to get married don’t you think?”

you facepalm yourself internally, wondering why you blurted out a marriage proposal to danielle. thankfully, the girl didn’t seem to mind that much, maybe it was a reach but she actually seemed to like it?

(she did. danielle was just a better actress than you).

“sorry, i was just— sorry. i didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

danielle only chuckles. you feel a bit guilty for knowing the true reason she’s been treating you so well. so maybe you weren’t so deluded after all. or maybe a mysterious genie is just granting anybody’s wishes now.

“uh,” you turn away to hide your blush, “what are you going to wear tomorrow?”

the girl pauses, thinking.

“i haven’t decided, but i’ll text you later?” danielle tilts her head like an adorable puppy. you didn’t realise how close she was before. her close proximity catches you off guard and you almost fling the lunchbox in the air when she leaves a lingering touch on your skin, making goosebumps rise across your arm.

“great, uhm, yeah— awesome,” you mutter. your friends stare at you, an apathetic and maybe sympathetic gaze.

danielle shoots one of her god gifted smiles, the one which exposes all of her pearly whites and a hint of her tongue. it stretches across her face and you’re left admiring her like she’s a deity.

“talk to you later? class is about to start.”

you nod, distrustful of your voice. if you weren’t careful, you might squeak at her or do something even more embarrassing. oh my god, what if you manage to humiliate yourself so badly danielle gets the ick and stops liking you? maybe you should shut up from now on.

the girl hops back to her seat. you’re rooted in the same spot, a hushed whisper from hanni asking you to sit down breaking your stare.

“you’re giving me second-hand embarrassment,” minji says, her face contorted into faux disgust. hanni’s own rivals hers.

you wonder how is it that even after knowing danielle likes you back, it seems like she still has the upper hand on you?

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[amomentsescape]

I would like to know what a slasher relationship would be like with a hybrid fem witch/vampire. Sorry if it makes no sense, English is not my main language

Slashers with a Feminine Witch & Vampire Hybrid

A/N: This a great Spooky Season Request!

Freddy Krueger

He thinks it's hot, of course

Wants you to bite him just for the hell of it

His blood doesn't taste very good though (he's dead) so he tries to make up for it in other ways

Always brings home a body for you

But if that's not really your style, he'll happily come back with a jug of blood instead

Wants to see the types of spells you can cast

He turns it into a competition sometimes

You both go back and forth using your powers to change things around

Secretly wants you to use your powers on his victims with him during his murder sprees

If you enjoy feeding on bodies, he wants to be there to watch

Everything about it turns him on to be honest

Michael Myers

Probably the most neutral of the slashers

He kinda just lets you do your own thing for a while

Is not too sure about you feeding off of him at first, but he secretly loves it now

He thinks your spells are pretty cool too, but he just doesn't show it much

Will definitely take advantage of your powers though if he is having trouble with a victim

He hates asking though since he very much wants to do everything himself

You insist on healing him whenever he is injured even against his objections

As long as you don't intervene too much with his killings, he lets you do whatever for the most part

Just don't kill his target first

Jason Voorhees

Will definitely supply you with enough blood to last a lifetime

He's very giving with everything

You're hungry? He's sure he can find a lost soul in the woods

Need a certain plant for a spell? He'll keep an eye out for it while he wanders around

Likes to sit with you while you learn new spells and listen to you explain everything you're doing

Honestly, you being a hybrid makes him feel more comfortable

He knows that you can take care of yourself while he's gone

And you living within nature where people and animals pass through is perfect

Unlimited food and seclusion to work on your magic is exactly what you want

It's a win win all around

Thomas Hewitt

When he first learns about what you were, he was honestly kinda confused

He had heard of witches, and he had heard of vampires

But only through a fictional sense

And even then, he didn't know that someone could be both

Would need you to sit down and explain everything to him

The whole family is supportive of your taste in food (clearly)

They just use the meat, so they're happy to give you all the blood first before going to work

They're a bit iffy about your spells and powers though

Satanic spells would be a hard no in their books

As long as you use your magic outside of their home, then they all couldn't care less on you being a hybrid

Bubba Sawyer

You eat people? Cool, same.

But the witchcraft thing is going to take some getting used to

He grew up being told that all forms of witchcraft are evil

So you'll need to sit him down and explain everything you do

Has a weird fascination with watching you drink blood

The first time you casted a spell in front of him, he jumped

But just like a little kid in a toy store, he was quick to show his curiosity and want to see more of your spells

Slowly grows to love it

He has never met anyone supernatural before, so having you around is like living in a movie every day

Will go out with you to pick plants and herbs

May even help you set up a little garden out back

He has quite the green thumb

Brahms Heelshire

His family was pretty religious growing up, so the witchy part is pretty concerning to him at first

The vampire thing is also a bit annoying

He wants to be able to sit down and eat a normal dinner with you every night

But your diet is very particular

Living in the middle of nowhere is nice since you can go out and find plenty of animals to eat if needed

But the lack of people and Brahms never wanting to leave the house makes it difficult for you at times

You probably have to venture outside alone a lot which he doesn't like

But when at home, he grows to appreciate your spells more

The home is clean in a snap, his food is ready in just a second

Definitely becomes even lazier and wants you to do everything for him

He's still a child at heart after all

Norman Bates

He's honestly a little scared of you at first

Vampires and witches are in every evil tale, and he grew up correlating them with monsters

But he cares about you too much to let you go completely

Prefers for you to drink blood outside of the home

But if there happens to be a body left in one of the motel rooms, he's fine with you venturing in there and doing what you need

He just doesn't want to see it

You've tried using your powers to help clean the motels rooms, but he honestly prefers to do it the old fashioned way

Avoids telling his mother about you being a hybrid

He knows it will just be her screaming in his head every day if he does

He does show quite an interest in the different plants and herbs you collect however

Billy Loomis

Doesn't really believe you at first

"Prove it"

When your fangs pop out and your spell is cast, he is quick to widen his eyes

"Do it again"

Has a thing for you feeding on him

He finds it quite pleasurable honestly and would rather keep the bite mark than have you heal it up

Likes to join you outside at night and hold you while you conjure up spells

May want you to join him and Stu during their sprees to help them out from time to time

Invites you inside whenever they're done with all their victims so you can eat

Lays in bed with you at night and watches you use your magic to make pretty light shows on the ceiling

Thinks it's sexy

Stu Macher

Also needs you to prove it to him

Gets the biggest grin on his face once you do

"That's hot"

Likes watching you feed from his arm

Wants you to go to every killing spree with him and Billy

If you can't, he brings back a couple containers of blood for you

Watches supernatural films with you and constantly asks if each scene is realistic

"Can witches do that?" "No, that's clearly fake, Stu"

Wants you to use your powers to pull pranks on people in public

Also wants you to use your powers to help him steal things from the store

Buys you cute crystals for your room

Asks you to conjure up a puppy on a daily basis

Eric Draven

Loves the aesthetic of it all

The candles, plants, night time adventures, everything

If you're hungry, Eric may beat up a bad guy and let you finish the job

Just don't kill anyone innocent (or cats)

Doesn't mind if you feed from him

Kinda finds it romantic and always holds you close to him, rubbing his hand down your hair

Likes to see the spells you can cast

The ideal night for you two is sitting out on the roof together, him playing guitar and watching you try out new spells and casting your magic

Likes when you use your powers to send him little love messages in the night while he's gone

Enjoys laying in bed with you and watching you create little images on the wall

[peachsayshi]

˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ minors / ageless blogs / blank blogs - do not interact.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ tags:  mmf threesome; geto x gojo x reader; smut

notes: you can blame my horny state of mind for writing this. 

wc: 755

satoru gojo is disgusted with his behavior. he hates that every interaction with you, his best friend’s girlfriend, results in his cock straining against the fabric of his pants. all alone in his bedroom, he slips his hand underneath his boxers to do everything he can to relieve himself, and he whimpers pathetically from the slightest contact. the walls to his shared apartment with suguru are way too thin. he can hear your muffled moans, the sound of your whines feeding his heated state as he pumps even faster. when he closes his eyes he thinks about how suguru fucks you, pictures how pliable you look underneath his large frame and tries to imagine the squelching sounds your pussy makes as suguru pounds into your cunt. he cums all over himself, sinking his teeth into his pillowcase as a single tear trickles down his blushing face. he swears he’s going to stop, that he would finally get a grip on these urges but he’s caught in a vicious circle. it’s a dirty little secret he conceals - but the guilt wraps around his neck like a noose whenever you or geto smile in his direction. 

you love how much you’ve integrated yourself into suguru’s life, especially when it came to his cherished friendship with satoru. he always spoke so fondly of gojo - and sometimes you wonder just how close they were prior to you dating. you only recently began noticing a slight shift in satoru’s behavior. you tried not to dwell on it at first, and merely assumed that he was just going through something. but one night, when you snuck away from suguru’s bed to use the bathroom, you approached the door and noticed a strip of light peeking out from underneath the frame. you could hear low grunts coming from the other side, and your stomach coiled because you immediately picked up on what was happening. satoru was moaning softly to himself, cursing under his breath until your name left him like a broken plea. you quickly turned on your heel, marching straight back to your boyfriend’s bedroom in utter shock. 

suguru laughs when you tell him the story. you were anxious and worried, but your boyfriend merely chuckled to himself with indifference. “poor guy. he hates being alone. he must be getting frustrated, and it looks like he isn’t getting any action,” he explained with genuine sympathy, before proceeding to point out that he was the only reason why gojo managed to get laid in the first place. “I've been neglecting my duties since we got serious,” he pointed out with a shrug. you were surprised that he wasn’t more alarmed about the situation, but suguru reassures you that satoru wouldn’t cross any lines. at this point, you wanted to satisfy your own curiosities and you boldly asked suguru if he’s ever helped out satoru when he was this deseprate. “it’s happened a few times,” your boyfriend honestly replies, “but satoru and I know it doesn’t mean anything...” 

the heavy silence is only broken when you shock suguru with a suggestion, by stating that maybe the two of you can assist satoru in his current predicament. your boyfriend’s eyes glimmer with excitement - and he can’t help but think what this could mean for the three of you in the future. 

“is this better, satoru?” suguru murmurs, his thumb tracing over gojo’s throat as he looks down at him. 

he’s standing next to the edge of the bed, while satoru lays out flat across the mattress. his best friend nods his head, panting heavily as his slender fingers press into the meat of your thighs. he’s watching you grind your hips back and forth with hooded eyes. his abdominals sink when you drag your nails across his torso, and you can’t help but smile over how pretty he looks melting beneath you. 

“fuck, she f-feels...she feels amazing...ugh, you’re so perfect...” he cries, choking out a sob as you slowly raise your hips before dropping your weight back down over his length. 

suguru raises his brow with approval, and tucks his bottom lip between his teeth as he eyes you hungrily before flashing you a tender smile. 

“she really is...” 

his fingers curl underneath satoru’s frosty locks, and he lightly massages his scalp. “you act like such a needy brat when you don’t get what you want...” he huffs, bringing the tip of his leaky cock against satoru’s lips, “now be a good boy and show me how thankful you are.” 

[fake-boy-poppy]

A more taboo scenario I imagine is being kidnapped and breed over and over by a man (of course) but he doesn't care what's going on, he'll fuck me when he wants. I might try to put up a fight about certain time/places he wants to fuck me but I'll get used to it soon enough. But there will be a few times that I'll be to shocked to even put up a fight.

I just gave birth to my rapist bastard son and I'm forced to breast-feed like a good mother. I'll be laying in bed disassociated while the newborn nurses, and my husband will come in a take his cock out (I don't need to be undressed as I'm either naked or in skimpy lingerie) and he'll start to get into position. I'll ask "what are you doing? Don't you see I'm feeding your kid right now?" He'll raise an eyebrow "Do you think I fucking care? I'm horny and need somewhere to dump my load, and I told you that I'm not jerking off anymore, that I'm going to fuck you whenever where ever. Just get a good grip on him and he'll be fine." And with that he immediately starts pounding into me. He's a lot rougher than usual because he's been kind and only fucking me a few times a day since I just popped out a kid. He's bent me in half my legs up over his shoulders while I'm gripping his bastard that's greedily feeding of my tits that I wished had gotten shopped off sooner. The kid doesn't even seem to care that his moms getting raped, just that he gets fed. And when my husbands shoots his load up against my cervix I know that he's just breed me with the sibling of the child that's sucking me dry.

Another scenario- I've had a few kids by now and some are toddlers or older so running around the house constantly making me clean up their messes so I don't get punished, while also having to run back and forth to take my husbands load while he works. But then he has a free day and so he's watching football on the tv while I'm taking care of the kids near him. It goes to commercial and he gets up and comes over to me (I imagine he has me in some house wifey dresses or something but still easy access) and he starts manhandling me into position and I know he's about to fuck me hard and rough for god knows how long (he can still see and enjoy the game from where he has me). I'll panic and ask "wait the kids are right there! Can't we go to the room real fast?" He'll reply "no I want to fuck a few loads and not have to pull out between. I'm pretty pent up and don't want to have to go back and forth, and this way you can't still watch the kids." I'll say "but they'll see! Your really going to rape me in front of your children?!" My husband will give me an exasperated look as though I'm an idiot for even asking that and say "I really don't give a fuck and besides I'm just showing my sons the proper way to train a women". I'll have to lay there while I'm fucked within an inch of my life feeling my cervix get bruised and feeling him send rope after rope of his come into me while the children I never wanted but am forced to care for watch on with curiosity. He'll be focused on the game while he thrusts into me over and over again grunting and moaning his release not even taking his eyes off the tv. Maybe in if the kids will ask what he's doing and he'll say " I'm fucking another sibling into your whore mother" or " I'm breeding my women like all women should be." I'll be reduced into bothering but a cock sleeve in front of my own flesh and blood.

[msbigredmachine]

Coming In London (Jey Uso/OC)

A date night for the ages across the pond. Post-Money in the Bank 2023. Jey Uso/OC one-shot.

Warnings: SMUT

Word count: 5.5k

A/N: New Edition's 'Can You Stand The Rain' was my muse for this fic. It kinda fit. I'm not weird I promise.

Enjoy!

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Money in the Bank was so much fun! 

Zainab had attended a number of WWE shows with some great audiences in the past couple of years, but there was something about the atmosphere in the O2 Arena that could not be replicated elsewhere. They were on fire all night, especially for the main event, yet another one her boyfriend and his twin brother were headlining this year. Watching him feed off the fans’ energy and tear it up with his three brothers was mesmerizing. Emotions ran high afterwards and she ended up hanging out in the hotel lounge with the Bloodline and several other Superstars till the early hours of Sunday morning. It was hard to fall asleep with how happy everyone was about the great show they’d put on.

Jey was still passed out at breakfast time, buried beneath the white sheets of the plush bed of their hotel suite. Deciding not to disturb him, Zainab went alone, and ran into Jimmy and Roman at the buffet table. They were still buzzing from last night. As she kept them company, she noticed there was something else exciting them. They kept checking their phones, smiling from ear to ear and sharing secret looks. Her curiosity was piqued, but before she could press for more info, both men finished up their breakfast and quickly kissed her goodbye before leaving for their flights back home.

When she returned to her man, he was awake but still in bed, with his phone in his hands, the sheets pooled around his waist and his hair all disheveled and sexy. Damn, he looked so good. Like, “I woke up like this” kinda good.

“Morning, sexy. Hope you didn’t miss me too much,” she greeted, giggling when he yanked her down to the bed the moment she was within reach, almost knocking off her glasses. She accepted his soft, gentle kisses as his arms wrapped around her. He tasted like mint, like he’d just brushed his teeth. “I brought you a couple of muffins, a banana and some yogurt. How ya feelin’?”

“Like I been hit by a damn truck,” he murmured, sitting up to rest his back against the headboard while keeping his hold on her waist. “How was breakfast?”

“Good. Your twin and Roman were there. They were acting real sus. Kept smilin’ all wide and shit and checking their phones like you’re doing now. Who are y’all gossiping about?”

“Haha, no one, babe. We just goofin’ around.” Clearing his throat and putting his phone away, he smoothly changed the subject. “Date night at the London Eye is a go. Tonight gon’ be lit, baybeee.”

Zainab pursed her lips and adopted her most neutral expression. “Are you sure we’ll be able to go? You still look really tired.”

Jey couldn’t hold back his laugh at her faux concern. “Z, I’m good. We goin’. Don’t know why you so scared.”

“You know I don’t like heights, Mr. Day One Ish,” she rolled her eyes.

“Last time I was in London, I went on the ride. The view was unbelievable and I told myself I’d take you there if we ever got the chance. Don’t be a scaredy cat. I’ll keep you safe, I promise.”

Whenever his mind was set on something, he went through with it no matter what. Since he only wanted to show her a good time, she decided to indulge him. “Fine. Bianca invited me for afternoon tea. Imma do a little shopping afterwards, maybe get my nails done too. I’ll be back in time for tonight.”

Jey reached for his wallet and handed her his black American Express card. “Here. Go crazy with it. Just make sure you look sexy for me tonight.”

Zainab sighed dramatically and plucked the hard plastic from between his fingers, previous back-and-forths reminding her that he would not take no for an answer. “You spoil me too much, babe.”

She tried to sound stern, but that smile he loved was bright and happy, and he couldn’t stop himself from stealing another kiss. “For you, baby, ain’t no such thing as too much.” He meant it. She had him sprung, head over heels for her. He would give her the world if she asked for it. She worked so hard on the daily and she deserved to be spoiled and pampered all the time.

Zainab’s fingers trailed over his pec tattoo as a fiendish idea came to her. “Hmm. Would you like something in return then, Daddy? It’ll be unfair for you to do all the giving.”

“Well, if you insist…” he rasped, taking her hand and putting it between his legs, making her cup him through the sheets. His other hand curled dangerously around her neck, squeezing lightly, watching the flame of desire ignite in her gorgeous eyes, “...You can gimme that throat.”

His gruff demand, topped by his darkened irises and his bottom lip tucked between his teeth, had her pussy purring. She drew the sheets off him and exposed his mouth-watering erection. Adjusting her frame on the bed, she closed her fist around his dick, leaning down to flick her tongue over the slit of his head, and her smirk widened when a sharp hiss escaped him. 

“Whatever Daddy wants, Daddy gets,” she said to him with a wink, licking him one more time. As her mouth sank lower down his shaft, Jey felt his bones melt, and he laid back with a relaxed sigh and let her work her magic on him.

Today was going to be a great day.

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The weather was nice, mostly sunny with none of the infamous London rain showers in sight, thank God. After tea at the highly esteemed Fortnum & Mason, she headed out to the High Street with Bianca Belair to find a knockout outfit for tonight. The odds were in her favor as she quickly found a pair of heels that would rock her man’s world once he saw them. That inspired her to search for an equally stunning dress, and several stores later, she came across one that made even notoriously-hard-to-impress Bianca’s jaw drop. So that was settled. Next stop was Agent Provocateur. The store was stacked with so many beautiful designs of lingerie, it was tough to choose. With Bianca’s approval, Zainab finally settled on a blood-red, backless lace push-up bra and matching thong. She was highly impressed with the amount of cleavage the bra afforded her and how the color made her skin pop. She looked forward to watching it get torn apart by her boyfriend tonight.  

Her predictions were headed in the right direction, as said boyfriend was already drooling before they left their suite for dinner. “Damn, girl. I ain't sure I wanna let you leave this room no more,” Jey drawled, resting his hands on her shapely hips. “You look good enough to eat, baby.”

Laughing as he tugged her backwards right up against his crotch, Zainab didn’t take her eyes off the mirror as she bumped him away with her backside. “Down, boy, before you make me drop my contact lens. This was your idea so we’re going. But who knows?” She locked darkened eyes with him through the round shaped mirror and twerked her ass for his benefit. “If I enjoy myself, I’ll be sure to let you…eat me…later tonight.”

Damn. “We’re gonna have an awesome time tonight, later and afterwards,” he declared loudly and confidently, finishing with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows that made her laugh. Her boyfriend could be so goofy sometimes.

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Dinner was quiet and intimate, and Zainab couldn't help but feel loved up and romantic as her man kept sweeping her off her feet. He was super attentive and she was enjoying the attention and their playful banter. She loved that he topped up her wine glass whenever it emptied, loved that he fed her the last piece of his steak. Being together like this was really nice; thanks to their busy careers, this kind of alone time was a luxury, one neither Jey nor Zainab took for granted.

The walk from the food market to the world famous ferris wheel was thankfully a short one. Zainab beamed as she entered the structure known as Cupid’s Pod and was greeted with rows of red roses and candles decorating the enclosure.

The ride came with a complimentary bottle of Rosé Champagne and a luxury box of Pink Champagne Truffles, set up on the wooden oval bench in the middle of the pod. Jey was right about the views from inside the London Eye. They were unbelievable, overlooking the boats gliding along the River Thames and several high rise buildings. The higher they went, the quieter it became, save for the personalized playlist playing softly in the background. Snuggled up with Jey on the bench, Zainab sipped some more champagne, indulged in some chocolate and basked in the ambience and the safety of her man's arms, which currently were around her waist, the heat of his body pressed against her from behind. His soft lips dispensed tender kisses along the curve of her neck, eliciting a small, welcoming moan from her at his gentle caresses. 

“You so damn fine, girl,” he complimented, pressing more kisses to her skin, absorbing her intoxicating scent. “I’m glad you’re in London with me.”

“Thank you, my love. I’m glad I’m here with you too,” she smiled up at him, lazily rubbing his thigh.

“We met on this day two years ago. Do you remember?” he asked.

Zainab sighed dreamily, her eyes closed as she nuzzled her face against his. “Like it was yesterday.”

“Mm-hmm. I also remember your stubborn ass ain’t want nothin’ to do with me.”

“I told you why. I dated a soccer player and a basketball player. They both put me through some shit. Didn’t want to deal with another athlete.”

"Naw, baby girl. None of them dudes was right for you, that's all," Jey stated matter-of-factly, his toothy smirk showing off his silver jeweled grill.

“Ha, ‘course you’d say that.” Their romance was a slow burn, as both were still struggling with recent personal heartbreak when they first met. But their deep attraction to one another was something neither could stop themselves from exploring. When he was still working in the Thunderdome, he would make the trip to Fort Lauderdale to see her after the show every Friday night so they could bond and get to know each other better. They didn't even start sleeping together right away, because they were more interested in learning about each other first. When he resumed traveling, Zainab was sure that she would never hear from him again. But nothing changed. Not a day went by when he didn’t call her; a month did not pass without them meeting up at least once. She had been afraid of falling for him, but it was impossible not to. The man was beautiful, inside and out; not without his flaws and bad habits, but who wasn’t? 

At first, she wasn’t sure how long they would last, given his crazy schedule and his history, along with her own bad breakups. But somehow she shelved all those fears and worked with him to strengthen their relationship. The fact that they were now one of the few couples in their circle still going strong to this day, meant they were doing something right. 

She studied his features as he took her hands in his. There was a nervous energy about him tonight he'd been trying to conceal, but it only felt more palpable now. “You okay, baby?” she queried. 

“Any regrets? Ya know, gettin' with me?” he asked, his voice quiet and shy.

She made a show of thinking about it. “About two or three, maybe,” she shrugged, and burst into laughter at his bombastic side-eye. “I’m just playin’,” she chortled, nudging him playfully. “We’ve had our ups and downs like any other couple, but it’s been incredible. I won't change a thing. You're an amazing boyfriend, Jey.”

“You’re amazing, Z. You’re a special person, and you been so good to me these past couple of years. I love you.” He smiled at her, and she couldn’t help but shiver at the intensity in his eyes. 

“I love you too.” The feeling was still so surreal after all this time. Every time he said those words to her, she had to catch her breath. She knew about what he had endured in his past and how long it took for him to open up again. Knowing that he felt this way about her made her heart swell. She had never felt as happy and as loved as she did with him.

The moment stretched with them gazing lovingly into each other's eyes. Zainab raised his hand to her lips and placed a soft kiss across his knuckles. With that same hand, Jey caressed her cheek, down to her jaw, cupping her chin. His thumb softly rubbed across her bottom lip. Boldly, she sucked the tip into her mouth, her heated stare locked on him, and he could not resist replacing his thumb with his lips, feeding her with warm, languid kisses that made her lady bits clench and her toes curl. 

Their little make out session was interrupted by the British A.I. woman’s voice announcing that they were at the very top of London. Jey reluctantly released Zainab and helped her to her feet. “The best of all the views is right here, babe. Take a look.” He pointed, gently rotating her and stepping back.

Summoning enough courage to go closer to the railings she’d been avoiding all evening, she cast a cautious glance out at the wondrous skyline before her. “You know what? I think I’m getting used to the height now,” she agreed, turning back around for his rebuttal.

Jey was down on one knee. A little velvet box was open in his hands with a sparkling diamond ring shining out of it.

Zainab burst out laughing and covered her face. “Oh my god you asshole! Are you fuckin’ serious?!”

Jey feigned hurt. “I know your ass ain’t cussin’ me out while I’m about to propose to you, woman,” he exclaimed, watching her walk away with her hands still on her face. He could hear her laughter gradually disintegrate, and when her shoulders began to shake with sobs, his eyes prickled. “Z…Baby, come here, I got somethin’ I wanna ask you,” he called out softly to her.

She was sure she was dreaming. It was a struggle processing this overwhelming surge of happiness, a happiness that only Jey Uso made her feel. She had to sit back down because her legs were shaking. She would definitely fall over and ruin this beautiful moment he'd clearly worked hard to set up. Luckily, Jey was kneeling before her, his hand resting on her thigh while holding up the ring to her. Her tears flowed freely, but he was there to wipe each one away, being there for her as he had been for the last two years.

“Fuck, I had a whole speech planned out and shit,” he whispered, his own voice clogged with emotion, “But now I got nothing, except that I’m so in love with you, baby. You changed my life, and I wanna be with you for the rest of it. Thank you for teaching me how to love again. Zainab Ortega, my queen, my love, will you marry me?”

Tears kept streaming down her cheeks, threatening to ruin her makeup as she stared at the man she loved more than anything in the whole world. She had only one answer. “Of course. Yes, yes I will,” she replied without hesitation, nodding enthusiastically as she watched him slide the stunning diamond ring on her finger. It fit perfectly.  

Jey’s head was spinning. He never thought he’d be in this position so soon after Nisha. He thought he would never find love again. The morning Nisha breathed her last breath, he all but lost his will to wrestle, to function, to live. Never did he imagine that just eighteen months later, at a fundraiser to combat the disease that took his wife, he would meet someone else that made his heart flutter again, that caused his skin to sprout goosebumps with just a smile. At first, he felt so guilty and so ashamed of his feelings. But before her passing, Nisha had made him promise to move on, to open his heart again if he ever found the right woman. 

So he did. Allowed himself to fall in love one more time. He couldn’t believe he’d found such a beautiful, caring, patient, sexy ass woman like Zainab. Her kind soul, her perennial optimism and her zest for life inspired him to push on with his own. Now, his career was thriving and he was in the best shape of his life. In so many ways, she saved his life. Putting a ring on her finger made all the sense in the world to him. With this, everything between them would become that much more final, much more complete. 

Zainab stared down at her finger in complete awe. “It's so pretty! I can’t believe it. This must have been such a difficult step to take, baby,” she said, looking at him.

“At first, it was,” he confessed, wiping the corners of his eyes with the pad of his thumb. “But then I quickly realized how much in love I was with you, and I couldn’t live without you. I got that ring made two months ago, ma. This weekend wasn’t gonna go by without me poppin’ the question. Nisha will always be in my heart, but it’s you and me now, Z.”

She nodded in understanding and pulled him close, pressing her lips against his. “I would be honored to be your wife. I love you so much. Thank you.” She was literally on top of the world. She would never forget this trip to London, ever.

They spent the next ten minutes calling up family and friends to tell them the good news and show off her brand new engagement ring. There were a lot of happy tears and a lot of love. Apparently everyone had been waiting for this day to come. Roman and Jimmy had merely grinned proudly, and just as Zainab suspected, they both knew that this was going down tonight, which was why they’d been so cryptic and secretive at breakfast. Jey and Zainab were so happy to have the support of both their wonderful families.

She couldn’t stop fawning over the sizable diamond glowing on her ring finger. “Baby, this rock is so big.”

“Thought you liked big things,” Jey teased with a light squeeze of her waist, flashing her a knowing wink. 

“You know first-hand that I do. Oh my god, Jey…we're getting married!”

“Mm-hmm. I’m so fuckin’ lucky, babe, you have no idea,” he gushed. He cupped the side of her face and bent down to kiss her, gently at first, then harder, leaning into her. Zainab ran her hands up the bulge of his biceps, moaning into his mouth when his tongue lashed against hers and his hand slid over her ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

“You know, proposing to you wasn’t the only thing I imagined doing in this here pod,” he said.

One look at the heat in his eyes made her understand right away. “No. You wouldn’t.”

“That a dare, baby?” He moved his mouth down to her neck, a small groan rumbling through him as he nipped and licked her skin. It served as the perfect distraction for his hands to slip under her dress and massage the round, ample globes of her backside. 

“Babe, people can see us,” Zainab gasped, but melted into his arms anyway, “We’re gonna get in trouble. There’s cameras in here-”

“Fuck the cameras,” Jey dismissed. His penetrating stare shot tremors down her spine. "Do you know how fuckin’ hot you look tonight? Do you know the nasty shit I wanna do to you right now?”

She could already tell with the bulge pressing insistently against her. But she wanted to hear him say it. She couldn't quite think straight anyway. She wouldn't have been able to stop him if her life had depended on it. "Tell me, Daddy," she moaned.

"You drive me crazy when you dress up like this, baby, all sexy and provocative and shit…I seen dem thirsty ass motherfuckers at dinner, starin’ at you, wishing you were theirs...I wanted to bend your fine ass over our table and give you this dick in front of everybody. Let ‘em all know you mine."

“I will always be yours,” she whispered. "Always."

He walked her back to the bench, sitting down and pulling her to sit on him. As always, she fit perfectly on his lap, her ass resting between his muscular thighs. They hugged and kissed, his eager hands all over her body while she rocked back and forth against his hard erection. He took his time maneuvering her dress up to her waist, caressing her thighs the whole way and amplifying her already rabid need for him to be inside her. His fingers dipped beneath the lace edge of her panties, finding her wet and ready for him. He teased gently, lightly stroking her pussy lips, causing her to moan into his mouth. He knew just how to touch her, knew exactly how to make her body react to his every whim.

His hands slipped upwards to rest over her delectable bosom. “This a pretty ass bra, ma. You got it for me?”

“Yes, Daddy. You like it?” she asked. Jey answered her question by freeing her breasts from the confines like he was opening up a present. Her titties were nice and plump and made his mouth water. He eagerly took a nipple in his mouth and sucked while he massaged the other one.

“Baby…” she whimpered, hesitancy thick in her voice. 

“Z…” he growled, his lips giving her nipple a quick, audibly wet tug that momentarily short-circuited her brain, “Unless you tellin’ me to fuck you harder, ion wanna hear it.”

His mouth covered hers before she could speak again, and this time she completely surrendered to him, allowing his tongue to slide in and wrestle with hers to a no-contest. She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants to get access to him. As she pulled him out of his briefs and dragged her palm up and down the hard, smooth length of his cock, she gasped as he immediately tugged her new lace panties to the side and lowered her down onto him. The stretch was incredible, and they both moaned. She looked at her new fiancé, who sported a sexy smirk on his lips, watching her mouth fall open as she sat all the way down on his long, hard dick. They’d had sex many, many times together, but each time something new was awakened in her, even more so now as it occurred to her that anyone in the surrounding capsules could take a close look through the darkness and see what was happening. Her heart pounded in her chest in anticipation. She couldn’t believe this was actually happening, but she wasn’t going to stop it. 

She moved on top of him, moaning as his dick twitched inside her, welcomed by her warm depths. He grabbed her breasts again, kneading them expertly, which made her bite her bottom lip harder than intended. When he pinched her nipples, her back arched and her head hung back. His long fingers then met her waist as he leaned in to suckle her throat and smell her, basking in the pleasure and feral desperation in her voice. Her thighs locked around his hips, giving her a little leverage to lift herself up and down on him with ease. She was dripping but still so tight around him thanks to how endowed he was. 

“Damn, baby…keep ridin’ me like this and you gon’ be a mama in nine months,” Jey choked out, his eyes rolling back as she kept grinding herself on him, squeezing her walls snugly around his cock. “Imma give you all the babies, fuck, you feel so good…”

He already put a ring on it. Babies were the next step, surely. The thought of conceiving his child on the night of their wildest sexcapade yet, aroused her to no end. “Hmm, then breed me, Daddy,” Zainab groaned. Threading her fingers through his hair, she gave him a kiss so passionate that he moaned into her mouth, he then forced her to do the same when he smacked her ass, the sharp sting zipping down to her loins. The bench was not comfortable, but they were so into it, and the ambience was so romantic and sexy, that neither of them cared. 

“Unnnhhh god, baby,” she whined with her lips parted over his own, tasting his heavy breaths, “Shit, you feel so good inside me.”

"I can see that, you creamin’ all over me,” Jey looked down at her gyrating hips with a smirk. Her creamy mess had visibly smeared his exposed gray-colored briefs. “You love this dick, don't you, baby?" he taunted, flicking his tongue over her lips.

“Yes Daddy.”

“I know you do. Fuck me, beautiful, bounce on this dick.” His moans had dissolved to primal growls now, mingling with the soft music and the wet, slapping sounds of their lovemaking. She pushed him down flat on his back, and the surprise on his handsome features evaporated when she began riding him harder, taking his dick deeper inside her with each drop down, with each salacious roll of her backside. Her moans mingled with his groans as he started to bounce her himself, his hands clutching the meat of her hips, moving her more vigorously up and down. His pouty lips were parted and gasping in stereo with hers as he made her fuck him, that big dick meeting the sweetest of her spots. 

“Shit, Daddy, that dick in me!” she groaned. The atmosphere was so incredibly hot, she buried her face in his neck, moaning her pleasure as she felt herself start to tingle and throb. "Oh, fuck, Jey, I'm gonna come,” she breathed heavily, her voice vanishing into thin air as she bounced harder and faster on his dick, hunting down that potent high. She nearly lost her balance as it seized her, a glorious cascade of orgasm, her thighs quivering and skin humming as the explosion eviscerated her senses.

She felt him sit back upright and rise to his feet with her still in his arms, his mouth moving against hers with more purpose than usual. It wasn’t until she felt something cool and hard pressing against her bare back that she finally broke the kiss out of curiosity. Looking behind her, her heart stopped cold inside her chest.

Jey had pressed her directly against the clear glass wall of the capsule, with nothing below her but the twinkling lights of London. Zainab screamed and squirmed against his body, her head spinning with both fear and the remnants of her orgasm as she struggled to get away from the glass.

"Jesus! Fuck, Jey, what…" 

"Hey, hey, shhh," he whispered, keeping a careful hold around her trembling frame. His lips swept tenderly over her jawline as he tried to keep her calm. She was shaking, her arms and legs gripping him with the strength of a boa constrictor. "Breathe for me, Zainab. Look at me. Look at me."

She twisted her face away from the view, her pretty eyes wide and frightened. 

“I-I-I…”

“Calm down for me baby. Relax.” His mouth brushed along her throat, doing his part to quell her nerves. Her squirms subsided, but only a little. He could tell she still wanted to get away, but he kept her body firmly secured between himself and the glass. “Do you trust me?”

Right now, on the cusp of grave danger, she wasn’t so sure she did. “Yeah,” she finally ground out.

“Then you know I’ll never let anything happen to you. I gotchu.”

His kiss was gentle but insistent and full of reassurance. She felt his hand sneak along her hip, then the sharp tug of her panties pressing into her skin, and a tearing sound and the flimsy material falling away. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him tuck the ruined undergarment into his back pocket. Keeping his body flush against hers, he molded her bare ass cheeks in his hands, grinding against her for a few seconds before sliding his dick back home. She clenched around his girth immediately, greedily, and Jey groaned softly as he worked himself into her with slow, winding circles that touched every single sweet spot her pussy possessed. He was a tight fit, always was. It felt so good that she couldn’t stop the moans that spilled from her lips.

“You like that, huh? Daddy’s gotchu,” he said, repeating the action again and again. He stared with wonder in his eyes at his love, the most wonderful woman in the world. “You so beautiful, baby. I love you so much.” Placing another gentle, calming kiss on her lips, he increased his pace. Zainab did what she could to block out the very real threat of the deathly drop behind her and focus on her fiancé now pounding into her. The sound of his body meeting hers was almost deafening in the exposed enclosure.

“Damn, Z, you soppin’ wet. I knew you’d like this shit. Love this pussy so much.” His expression was one of lust-filled triumph as he studied her face, the parting of her lips panting for him, goading him to angle his hips and fuck her harder and deeper, bottoming her out. “This turnin’ you on, huh, your ass and titties out, all of London watching you take my big dick…”

With another whimpering moan, her head rocked back against the glass as she felt her climax creep closer again. Her eyes fluttered shut as her nerves settled and more erogenous sensations took over. Her legs tensed around his waist as she rotated her hips in rhythm with his thrusts, each one pressing her ass deeper against the glass, making her wetter and wetter and bringing her closer to succumbing to that euphoric feeling that only her man, now her betrothed, could give her. Her breath was stolen from her as his dick continued to toy with her g-spot, his grunts and gasps warming her neck, her pussy walls quivering and rippling around his girth in reaction. “Fuck, Jey, right there…Mmm fuck, you ‘boutta make me come again!”

Holding his girl in place with his big strong hands, Jey intensified his strokes, his gruff voice grunting with the effort. "You fuckin’ right, baby, gimme that nut,” he mumbled, himself starting to unravel from the near-crippling pleasure. “Give it to me cuz it’s mine. Drain your pussy all over my dick."

Zainab hugged him even tighter, her nails digging through his shirt and into his back as her moans devolved to whimpers, and the faster he thrust into her, the further their bodies seemed to plunge from the same dizzying heights as the capsule they were in. She cried out as her release tore her apart, her walls suffocating his cock. Jey was right behind her, his guttural groan at the pulse of her throat, his dick lodged in the back of her pussy as he came just as hard for her. Desperately, she clenched around him, taking it all, milking him for everything he had as the world seemingly collapsed around them.

Seconds later, the A.I. woman’s voice popped up again to announce that the ride was descending in ten minutes. Jey leaned in for a breathless kiss as he pulled out of her and finally edged her away from the glass. She clung to him as he carried her back to the bench. He pulled wet wipes seemingly out of nowhere and cleaned her up, sharing more kisses with her while helping each other redress. 

“You good?” he asked, smoothing her hair back into place and drawing her legs onto his lap.

Zainab nodded, biting her lip as the last of her climax rippled between her squeezed thighs. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

“You loved it though,” he said, his deep voice seductively low as he stroked her thigh. “Don’t lie to Daddy now. I could tell you loved every second, you got so wet for me, babe...”

There was so much amusement and cockiness and love in his eyes. All for her. “You always make me wet, Daddy,” she admitted, glancing back at the sheet of glass she’d been trapped against just moments ago. She had to give him his props for his highly unique sense of adventure. “You think we’ll still be this lit after we’re married?” she questioned.

“Ay, as long as we work on it, together, like we been doin’, and we don’t let none of that outside noise creep in…we’ll be good. That’s what I want for us, Z.”

She liked that answer a lot. It was what she wanted, too. “I made you a promise earlier that if I enjoyed myself, you can eat me when we get back. My offer still stands,” she noted, batting her long lashes at him.

Jey smiled like the cat who got the cream. Literally. Picking out a truffle from the box, he popped it into his mouth and licked up the morsel that stained his finger.

“Mmm. I bet this goes great with pussy,” he commented with a sly smirk.

Fuck. Zainab’s throat went dry and her body instantly flooded with heat, despite having been thoroughly fucked just minutes ago. “You might be right,” she uttered back.

The capsule finally came to a safe stop on the ground, bringing the ride to an end. Jey and Zainab settled for a few more chocolatey smooches as the pod's doors opened. Expecting to be confronted about their antics by someone in authority, they were relieved when no one approached. The newly-engaged couple walked out hand in hand with big dreamy smiles on their faces, eager to retreat to their far more private hotel suite to continue their raunchy celebrations.

They took the box of chocolates with them…for research purposes, of course.

THE END

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apartment 218 | hansol vernon chwe

SYNOPSIS. in which living with a ghost is something you consider routine, but it sucks getting too used to his company when your lease is about to expire. PAIRING. ghost!hansol vernon chwe x gn!reader (ft. kinda nosy seungkwan and a mention of mingyu) GENRE. ghost au, fluff, kinda angsty (pls take my laptop away from all the angst i've been writing) WARNINGS. cursing, mentions of death (cuz yk... he's dead), seungkwan playfully calls the reader "honey" at some point WORD COUNT. 3k

notes: shoutout to the special gose ep for giving me ghost vernon lol 💘 i've been writing a lot of vernon lately oof ,, maybe this is a sign

You find yourself fumbling with the keys to your apartment, struggling to not drop the groceries in your hands, and you can feel the plastic bags cutting into your fingers. You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you manage to insert the key into the lock and turn it.

The door swings open, and you step into the familiar comfort of your apartment. The cool air inside welcomes you as you shut the door behind you, immediately darkening the inside of your place and muffling the sounds of the bustling city outside. With a sigh of relief, you set the bags of groceries down on the kitchen counter and turn on the light.

However, you freeze for a moment to listen to the silence, noticing how that it's too quiet for your liking. Stepping to the side, you glance down at the floor, eyes catching sight of the empty cat bowl by your feet.

And with that, you call out, "Vernon!" Then you pick up the metal bowl in your hands. "I thought I told you to refill Tofu's bowl when I was gone."

There's some harrowing silence that passes as you tug a bag of nearly-empty cat food from your small pantry, and with a resigned expression, pour the last remaining contents of kibble into the bowl. The clinking sound of the kibble hitting the metal is the only noise in the room, and when you finish, you place the bowl back down on the floor.

You hear a faint rustling sound from behind the couch in your little living room. Tofu emerges, stretching lazily before padding over to his refreshed meal, shooting you a brief glance with his bright blue eyes. His long white tail swishes back and forth with excitement and curiosity as he eagerly begins to nibble on the food.

Then, you hear a voice whisper closer to your ear, practically startling you, "Sorry."

"Shit! I𑁋" You purse your lips together. "I told you not to scare me like that!"

"Sorry," Vernon mutters again, voice barely louder than a whisper. A slight breeze brushes past your ear, and you can't shake the feeling of someone's presence lingering in the room. Then when you glance up, you see him materialising in your direction, flickering translucently under the dim lighting. "I was going to feed him, but it takes a lot of energy to... you know..."

You watch as Vernon's ghostly figure wavers in the air, saddened features traced on his face. It's not the first time he's struggled to maintain a solid form, and you've come to understand that his energy is limited, especially when trying to interact with the physical world.

"Yeah, I... Sorry, I should've thought about that," You say apologetically, scratching at your neck guiltily.

You watch the way Vernon kneels down at Tofu's side and runs a barely-there hand over the cat's fur, as if trying to reassure him. Tofu seems to sense the presence and leans into the touch, purring contentedly, before resuming back to his meal. It's an unusual scene, but it's become a part of your everyday life𑁋coexisting with a ghost in your apartment. Usually you'd hear that kind of story in a horror movie, but honestly, your experience has been anything but scary.

It's unusual, but... also oddly comforting; a bit less lonely.

"It's fine, really," Vernon says as he stands back up, observing as you start to sluggishly put your groceries away. You're probably tired, he assumes. "But I was able to finish the rest of your Nutella sticks𑁋"

"Are you kidding me? You don't need food," You groan annoyingly, yet there's a hint of a smile at your lips.

"Dude, you left it open on the table. Did you want ants to get to it?" Vernon laughs softly, the sound like a gentle breeze rustling through the room. "I'm just trying to be helpful, you know. Sharing is caring."

"Yeah, whatever. Thanks, I guess."

Vernon lets out a little chuckle, and for a moment, you almost forget he's not a living, breathing person. You take a step closer to him, and although you can't quite touch him, you offer an air-high-five. He responds by mimicking the gesture, and you both laugh.

You still remember the first time you met him. The context was... strange: you had just gotten out of the shower, dressed in nothing but a towel and when you had gone out of the bathroom to head to your bedroom, you had spotted Vernon hovering in the hallway and let out a startling scream that echoed through the apartment. In that ungainly moment, your towel nearly slipped from your grasp, and you had scrambled to keep it up.

Vernon, for his part, had looked equally flustered, stammering out apologies and explanations about not intending to startle you and looking away awkwardly as you slipped inside your bedroom and shut the door behind.

(However, you thankfully never caught the way his ears flared a faint shade of pink, as if he were blushing too, despite being a ghost, as he had overestimated his materialising ability. He would bring that secret to his otherworldly grave, or wherever spirits go when they finally move on.)

At first, you wanted nothing to do with him, but you also really had no choice but to get used to him. He's lived here longer than you, bound to the confining walls of your apartment that he used to call home himself, even telling you that you're the only person from previous tenants to stay longer than three months.

To be honest, you find yourself looking forward to his company more often than not. And over time, you both developed an unusual but deep friendship. It was an arrangement that defied logic but... somehow felt right. While you couldn't exactly touch him (you can if he was solid, which was quite rare) or share a meal, you could share your about your day and your thoughts. You'd tell him about your work, your family, the little joys, the frustrations, and he'd listen willingly. He looks to be around the same age as you, despite you being alive and him being dead, and you often wonder about his life before he became a ghost.

But Vernon is mostly tight-lipped about his past, and you've learned not to pry. All you know is that he was your age or around your age when he died, and that he used to live in the apartment you reside in. You didn't mind all that though. It wasn't your place to ask, and if you were a ghost yourself, you probably wouldn’t talk about it as well.

Sometimes there are peculiar incidents that happen in your apartment, like objects moving on their own or lights flickering. There were times where the snack you're eating or the drink you're drinking empties, wondering where the hell it even goes after that. Like does he even digest? You’ve never seen him use the bathroom…

But it's become normal for you, knowing Vernon was just trying to interact with the physical world in his own limited way without trying to disturb you𑁋just to let you know that he's there.

It just sucks knowing that in a few short months, you're moving out.

“And, oh my God, you wouldn’t believe this, Y/N…”

It’s another voice that hits Vernon’s ears, which immediately prompts him to fade away from his spot on the floor where he was petting Tofu as he hears the door unlock. He recognises the voice, knowing it's one of your closest friends who has come to your place quite a lot.

Over the past year of you staying here, he's seen many people come and go out of your place. Whether it was a visit from close friends, family, or the occasional date that you'd have over that would go nowhere, Vernon had become accustomed to sharing the space with them. Yet, he couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy that would occasionally surface when he saw you with other people.

He knew it was irrational to feel that way. You're alive, and you deserved to live your life to the fullest. But the sensation persisted, like an unfamiliar ache that lingered within him.

It's only recently that he's grown to accept these deeper feelings within him, realising himself of how much you captivate him. Like the way your eyes light up when you're excited, the subtle blush that graces your cheeks when you're embarrassed, and the warmth in your smile that even reaches your eyes. He found a strange comfort in simply being near you and watching you from afar.

He often found himself thinking about you, wondering what it would be like if he could hold your hand, if he could brush a strand of hair away from your face, among other things. Perhaps it was just the loneliness that came with being a ghost, but he couldn't deny that he had grown attached to you more than he could ever realise himself. After all, what could he, a ghost, offer you?

You gasp loudly. "No way, I thought Mingyu broke up with that asshole."

"Clearly not! Since I spotted them together when I was getting coffee the other day," Seungkwan exclaims while closing the door to your apartment behind him. "They were all over him, it was so disgusting. Poor Mingyu. He deserves better."

You could only chuckle as you hear Seungkwan's exasperated voice, knowing that his dramatic retellings of gossip always brought a smile to your face. At the corner of your eye, though, you spot the door to your bedroom open slightly, noticing Vernon's ghostly figure reappear with a small wave, to which you give a knowing look and a subtle nod back to him.

"Y/N, why do you have so many cups out?" Seungkwan points out to the three glass cups sitting on your kitchen counter, also noticing an opened Nutella sticks snack standing idly next to them. "Jeez, honey, you're gonna catch roaches!"

Vernon, is all you can think about, and it makes you roll your eyes.

"I guess I got a bit lazy with the dishes," You excuse, and you swear you can feel Vernon's eyes peering in your direction. "I'll clean them up later."

"Yeah, well, whenever you move into your new place, I better not be seeing any of those little fuckers around," Seungkwan muses teasingly, and instantly, the smile to your face fades away.

Vernon is listening. You know he is. And when you shoot a glance in the direction of your bedroom, you watch the way the door quietly and slowly shuts itself. You bite down at your bottom lip, cursing to yourself lowly. You've never told him about your lease expiring and plan to move away, and for some reason, it makes your heart feel way heavier than normal.

"I'll... make sure of it," You respond quietly.

Seungkwan leaves your place when evening starts to settle into night. There's a deep sigh that leaves your lips as the sound of his footsteps fades away and you're left to yourself. The apartment suddenly feels too quiet, a noticeable void in the air surrounding you, a noticeable absence... of Vernon.

You catch your feet heading in the direction of your bedroom, stopping in front of the door with a weight to your chest that feels almost suffocating. You push it open and step inside, finding Vernon sitting on the edge of your bed, his body flickering in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. He's not looking at you when you enter the room; instead, his gaze is focused on some distant point in the room.

"Vernon?" You call out softly, approaching up to him.

He glances up, his glassy eyes meeting yours, and he offers a faint smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Hey."

Another round of silence passes. It's full of anticipation, hesitation, hanging thickly in the air between the two of you. The soft hum of the bedside lamp is the only sound in the room, casting a warm, golden glow that paints shadows on the walls.

"Uh, do..." You pause. "...do you want to watch a movie?"

The question leaves your mouth so suddenly that you're not even sure where it came from. You see the way Vernon's features shift in surprise, his translucent form wavering slightly.

"Sure, that sounds nice," Vernon finally replies, the ghost of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. You can see the flicker of excitement in his eyes, a glimmer of something that resembles joy, and it warms your heart.

He follows you into the living room, a coolness hitting your skin as he settles down on the couch next to you. Tofu jumps onto the couch as well, settling in a cozy spot between the two of you and letting out a contented purr. You select a light-hearted movie that you both have watched a plentiful of times before, but never fails to bring smiles to your faces and laughs cascading out of your mouths.

As the movie starts, you and Vernon fall into a comfortable silence, watching the plot unfold on the screen, the weight in your chest lightening, but the tension is still evident in the air. You occasionally glance at Vernon, noting the way the light from the TV passes through him, yet the features on his face are almost as clear as day.

The movie plays on, and you find yourself absorbed in the familiar storyline, but your mind keeps drifting back to Vernon. Your gaze lingers on his profile for a moment longer than usual, taking in the way his eyes flicker with the light from the screen, the way his lips curve in amusement, just him.

You've spent so much time with him the past year, yet the thought of leaving him behind when you move to your new place carves a bittersweet hole to your chest. You've always been taught to venture out into the world, to seek new experiences and make new memories, but it seems like the universe hadn't accounted for the attachment you would build with a ghost, of all things.

You glance down at his hand, and a fleeting thought crosses your mind. Without thought, you tentatively extend your hand towards Vernon's, your fingers reaching out to graze the faint shimmer of his see-through form, and you swear you can almost feel the faintest tingle of his touch. The sensation is imperceptible, but it still sends a shiver down your spine.

Taking his attention away from the movie, Vernon's eyes widen as your fingers make contact with his hand. The sensation is weird, a combination of a subtle chill and an even more subtle warmth, like a faint breeze brushing across your skin. His physique flickers for a moment, the contact seemingly affecting him as well.

Absolutely no one would understand the kind of situation you've dug yourself in, but that's okay. You like knowing that it's just you and him.

The two of you only share a small smile, before returning your focus back to the movie.

And when the movie ends, with your hands still touching-but-not-touching, you both sit in silence, the credits rolling on the screen. Time seems to slow down as the room falls into a hushed silence.

"I'm sorry," You mumble, voice barely audible in the quiet room. "for not telling you."

Vernon's gaze remains locked on the spot where your fingers had grazed his hand, even though there's no longer any contact. He remains silent for a moment, his ghostly form flickering like a fragile flame.

Then, in a soft, almost hesitant tone, he finally speaks, "It's okay, Y/N."

There's a mixture of emotions in his voice𑁋understanding, sadness, and perhaps a touch of longing. His eyes meet yours, and there's something unspoken there that you both convey.

"I didn't want to tell you because... I didn't want to make you feel alone," You explain. "But I also didn't want to leave without saying goodbye."

Vernon's sheer body seems to soften as he listens to your words. There's a vulnerability in your voice that he can feel deep in his own heart. It's a strange sensation𑁋this longing to comfort you while knowing that there's little he can do in his current state.

"I get it," he says gently. "It was bound to happen eventually."

A wistful sigh leaves your lips as you rest your back fully against the couch, your hand still not leaving its place on (or in?) Vernon's own hand at your side.

"Do... do you ever wish things were different?" You ask almost hesitantly, and nervously.

This only makes a faint smile cross his face. "Yeah," he answers, before shooting a glance down at your hands. "I wish I could touch you without the pain, or just... be with you in a more real way, you know?"

A smile of your own tugs itself at your lips.

"I wish that too," You confess, voice soft, a vulnerability in the room suspending in the air. "But maybe you can... try? It-It's okay if you don't want to, or if it hurts too much. I just... wanted to know."

Vernon's gaze lingers in contemplation on your intertwined fingers for a moment before he closes his eyes, a deep breath escaping his lips. You can see the struggle in his face, the effort it takes to materialise just a little bit more.

And then, it happens. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, his hand becomes more solid, the ghostly quality fading just a bit. Your breath catches as you feel the warmth of his hand enveloping yours, fingers entwined together seemingly perfectly.

A soft gasp escapes your lips as you savour the feeling, your heart beating a little faster than before, the moment suddenly feeling incredibly intimate. Vernon's eyes remain closed, his concentration evident, yet when he opens his eyes, he finds you gazing at him with nothing but wonder. He swears he can physically feel the heat rising up his neck and into his ears the longer you look at him.

When your eyes drift back down to his hand, you let your free one trace light shapes on his knuckle with a finger.

"I... I'm really going to miss you," You let out quietly.

This only makes his grip on your hand tighten just slightly.

"Yeah," he whispers begrudgingly. "I'm going to miss you too."

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[dearanakin]

Same girlie here who requested part 2 of Eddie and pregnant reader, thank you it was soooo sweet 🥹💕 Imagining a little Munson is the cutest thing ever.

I was wondering if you’d ever do first time dad Eddie talking to his infant while rocking them to sleep as he paces in their nursery? It’s Eddie’s turn on the night shift of baby feeding and he takes that time to tell the baby whatever is on his chest at the moment.

Just a thought! Thanks so much 💕💕💕💕💕💕

Hii!! You're very welcome and thank you so much for supporting me!!

This one got me in the depth of my heart, I just couldn't bear to not think of him as the greatest dad, even if he was messy sometimes!!

Warning: None, just a whole lotta fluffiness

In the nursery, a clock read 2:30 AM in soft, red digital numbers. Eddie sat in a comfortable, padded rocking chair, his eyes heavy with fatigue as he wrapped your hungry baby in his arms. The room was bathed in the faint, soft glow of a nightlight, casting gentle shadows on the walls.

His movements are slow and deliberate to avoid any sudden jolts, lifting the baby to his chest. He grabbed a small nursing bottle with breast milk, gently offering it to the baby, who immediately started suckling on it. Eddie's mind wandered as he stared into the night, his thoughts a mixture of exhaustion and profound contentment.

He thought about the challenges of parenthood, as his first time being a father, and the deep bond that was forming between him and his child during these late-night feedings. As the baby finished feeding and their little tummy felt full, Eddie carefully burped them, the gentle patting motion lulling the baby into a state of drowsiness. With great care, he repositioned the baby in his arms.

The room was dimly lit, bathed in the soft glow of a nightlight that cast a gentle, warm hue across the nursery. The air was filled with the hushed sounds of a lullaby playing softly from a nearby speaker. Eddie stood by the crib, his tired eyes reflecting the weariness of a long day, but his heart brimming with love.

In his arms, he cradled his precious baby, who was nestled snugly in a cozy, pastel-colored blanket. The baby's tiny fingers curled around one of Munson's index fingers, a sight that never failed to melt his heart.

Eddie's free hand gently supported the baby's head, ensuring it was cradled securely. As he began to sway gently back and forth, his movements synced with the rhythm of the lullaby.

The chair beneath him creaked softly, a familiar sound that had become a soothing backdrop to these late-night rituals. Eddie's voice, a soothing baritone, filled the room as he softly started a conversation with his infant.

His words were gentle and tender, a promise of love and protection. The baby's eyes, still so round and innocent, gazed up at him with a mixture of curiosity and trust. "I am so thankful your mommy trusted me with this. She's absolutely one hell of a woman for doing that".

While he still looked at the small child in his arms, he couldn't help but smile at his thoughts. The very day you called him, a nervous tone in your voice as you told him you wanted to have a conversation, made him feel nervous. He thought about all the possibilities the subject might be, making him almost sick.

"And she made sure you're going to be a Munson too, it just made me love her even more", he chuckles lightly, shaking his index finger slowly. Outside, a gentle rain began to fall, and the pitter-patter of droplets against the window added a comforting layer to the ambiance.

Eddie's lips brushed against the baby's downy head, and he breathed in the sweet, milky scent that was uniquely their own. The world beyond the nursery seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in this quiet, intimate moment.

Munson's heart swelled with love as he watched his baby's eyelids grow heavy, the tiny lashes fluttering before finally closing. With each gentle sway, the baby's breathing grew slower and deeper, a sign that sleep was approaching.

Eddie continued to rock, his movements a tender dance born of love and exhaustion. In that serene room, time seemed to stand still, and Eddie knew that he would cherish these moments forever.

As your baby drifted off to sleep, he whispered sweet nothings and promises of a bright future, knowing that he would always be there to protect and care for the precious life in his arms.

You walked in on him holding your child and you instantly smile at the scene. God, you loved watching the way he would effortlessly paces your baby. Eddie caught your glance and opened the biggest smile, using the index finger the baby is holding to wave at you in the sweetest way as possible.

You mutter the words "I love you" and he mirrors you, blowing you a gentle kiss. Before leaving the room, he made sure your baby was safe in the crib, well-fed and quietly sleeping. Munson never thought, in a million years, he would become a father that soon, without a warning. But the efforts and the promises he made you were the only support he needed to stand by you.

Every time he was there taking care of the child, he couldn't help but to imagine how the next years would follow. He was still 19, a long way ahead of him, an unexplored future he had no idea about. But those moments in the present already made him feel fulfilled.

[imtryingbuck]

Strange stranger

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Strange stranger

Summary: A strange woman catches the attention of Bucky

Word count: 960

Warnings: A duck is killed but not descripted other than that nothing

Masterlist

Day after day Bucky notices the woman who sits on the bench near the pond, she always has a little basket placed next to her, sometimes she swings her legs back and forth, sometimes she sits cross legged - just like today.

He finds her strange and ever so beautiful. Due to his super hearing, he can hear her talking to the ducks and swans then putting on a different voice when she answers herself. He will hear her sing ever so softly to herself sometimes. The strange stranger smiles at the strangers going past her, when she doesn’t receive one back she pulls a face at them, the faces she pulls always makes Bucky laugh.

Day after day Bucky’s curiosity about the strange girl grows more intense. And there’s this itch inside of him that wants to talk to her, but he doesn’t know how. Should he just go over and sit on the bench and hope she’ll talk to him? Should he just walk by her and say ‘hi’ - that should get the ball rolling right? It’s been roughly 6 months since he first saw her that sunshiny Tuesday morning. For 6 months he sees her everyday - unless he’s on a mission - and he yearns to talk to her, know her name.

~~~

It’s been 8 days since he saw her, he’s been on a mission. A mission he wished didn’t take 8 long excruciating days, he found himself lost in his own thoughts just thinking about her - wondering about what conversation she’d be having with the ducks and swans, wondering how many people gave her a smile after she gave them one first. 

On the ninth day he was up and out early already making his way to the park, he heads straight to where the pond and the strange girl sits. His heart stutters when he looks around the area and sees her usual bench empty.

“Looking for the girl?” A rough voice says from behind him - turning to see Malcom, another regular at the pond - when he nods, Malcom nods his head in the direction of the small wood area “She’s in there. It was a sad day for her yesterday.”

“W-what happened?”

“Something bad, just go over and see her. I’ll see you tomorrow my friend.”

Bucky nods and waves as his feet take him to the location where Malcom said she would be. As he makes his way through the bushes he sees the back of her, kneeling on the ground, he clears his throat making the woman on her knees turn her head.

“You scared me Mr leather” she shoots him a small sad smile. He hates it. The only smile he has ever seen on her beautiful face is the one of happiness.

“I’m sorry. And Mr leather?” His eyebrow cocks up.

“I don’t know your name and you’re always wearing that leather jacket” wiping the soil off her hands on her jeans “I didn’t know Malcom’s name for a very long time, so I called him Mr Moustache - you know because of his moustache?” Her hands gesturing to her mouth.

“Oh” oh really Bucky? “Malcom said something bad happened. Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“Something bad did happen Mr leather. I was here yesterday, and I was feeding the duckies and swans when this man came over who I’ve never seen before and grabbed one of the duckies and-and he killed him. Right in front of me. There was no need for it mr, no need. Mr Green didn’t deserve it he was so nice” The look of pure heartbreak is written all over her face, the tears that roll down her cheeks breaks his heart. How on earth anyone could harm or kill an innocent duck leaves him completely baffled. And the fact that she had named this duck made him angrier than he already was. 

“And I haven’t seen you in a long time and i was sad because I thought you had gone to the other park that apparently is better than this one and then what happened to Mr Green and the police didn’t do anything because the man ran off and I just finished making the cross for Mr Greens grave, see. Malcom helped me dig the hole yesterday. Mr Green would have liked you to of been at his funeral but he would understand if you prefer the other park now” For 6 months he truly believed she never noticed him yet she had, she had given him a bizarre name but a name nonetheless, she was even sad about not seeing him for just over a week. She really thought he had gone to a different park and that’s why he wasn’t there, he wasn’t there’s to protect her and Mr Green from this sicko. He should have been there.

“Doll I am sorry I wasn’t there, I had to work. I’m so sorry about what happened to Mr Green, I should have been there to of stopped it” Stepping closer he knelt next to her to get a better look at the cross she had made “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for his funeral”.

“It’s not your fault. You don’t have to be sorry mr leat-“

“It’s Bucky, my names Bucky.”

“Bucky” hearing her trying his name makes his pulse quicken.

“I’m Y/n”

~~~

Months have passed, the strange girl became a good friend of Bucky’s. Today like everyday for the past few months they’re sitting on the bench watching the ducklings play.

“Y/n I was wond-wondering if you maybe would like to go on a date…. with me?”

“I would love too.”

“Thankyou”

“Don’t need to thank me Mr Leather.”

“Ah funny”

~ banners credit goes to @sweetpeapod ~

[razbunz]

Aquarium

CW: None just fluff really, Established Relationship, Intended for Fem reader ,Not proofread 💞

“Toji did you see that one!” You exclaim pointing at the jellyfish flowing freely in the tank,Swaying and swishing with each false tide the aquarium replicates.

“I saw it Angel-” he looks down at you,your gaze already fixated on the raven haired man

All of the jellyfishes were moving and bobbing behind the glass,The lights hitting the jellyfish to reveal all their secrets. Tiny swirls and dots of pattern engraved in their heads To the way their legs shift in and out of auburn to gold with ten light.

There’s so many of them-The little sea nettles.

Not a care in the world,Truth be honest you can’t even remember the last time you’ve gone to an aquarium. The time seems too long to even remember.

Something squeezes your hand,Dragging you out of your rambling.

“You alright kid?” He offers you his other hand like an anchor for stability.You nod and control search the deep cerulean tank walls.

What is it like for them?

You wonder…Is it thoughtless? Do they feel if we touch them? Are they all friends?

Staring up at the plaque just next to all of the jelly’s.And with each word you settle on one thought.

Being a Jelly would be sooo amazing.

“I’m okay Toji.” Your smile assured him,full of childish curiosity and he gave one back-Rougher but enough to move you to the next exhibit.

All sorts of sea creatures catch your eyes; wether it’s bright tropical fish or little guys with oddly placed eyes, even the coral is amazing to look at with its intricate structure and beautiful colors.

Most you could even say are adorable.

Even the basking tank for the sharks.

Staring into the water you point one out-

“That one looks like you!” You jest lightly elbowing him in the abdomen, He scoffs 

“Absolutely not kid” and he looks through the tank “why not that one?” He points at a horned shark-It swims away almost knowing his acknowledgment.

“Cause.” Your antics make him roll his eyes, his jaw slightly clenching 

“Cause???” He urges you on.

“The one I chose is a cute shark” You laugh and look back and forth between the shark and your agitated boyfriend

“And mine isn’t?” He argues studying the shark that runs away from his gaze.

“I’m just saying mine is better.” You shrug and smile at your accomplishment.

“What type of shark is it?” His question is 

uncharacteristically curious. And a whole bunch of things click; All of the time you two have spent watching documentaries on the ocean and Watching the fish move with the tides while the two of you don’t.

He’s never been to an aquarium before.

“I think it’s a bamboo shark.” You try to rack back memories of your childhood, moving past all or miniature phases that once grasped your entire mind.

You look up just in time to see his lips move around the words.He notices it flushes in embarrassment but doesn’t comment on it.

“I guess it’s kinda cute.” A light blush covers his cheeks and he squints his eyes at you.

“Cheeky thing you are,huh?” He pinches your left cheek in slight retaliation- giggling as he grips your waist dragging you close to him. Planting one kiss onto your forehead.

And you both continue to meander throughout the aquarium making fun of the little sea snakes in the sand and admiring the seals flipping around on the ice.The keepers joyously feeding and playing with the seals.

It’s different to see him so involved and engaged in something so simple like an aquarium.

It’s oddly adorable.

A screech tears you away from your thoughts,Toji’s too as he whips around to where the sound comes from.

It’s from a lady,looking around frantically as I overhear her ask “where’s my kid!?”

You walk towards her asking for details of the kid eagerly trying to help her.

“He’s short,black hair and eyes and is about 7” she calms herself to speak to you her hands shaking while she calls for him “that kids name”

And when you turn around,Toji is gone. 

You grumble a few choice words of anger before going off to search for the kid.

You search the open ocean areas for them shouting their name every once in awhile.He might be in the tide pool area! kids like that right? with your new idea in mind you turn back.

Only to see Toji with the little boy handing him off to his mom.

The sight stops your heart. He's beaming and crouched down to the kid giving him a high five saying something you can just barely hear “Your mom loves you, don’t scare her kiddo.” 

Giving parting words to the mom while she thanks him repeatedly.

Your heart can’t help but ache at the man approaching you looking relieved as he runs a hand through his hair mindlessly.

He shakes his head letting out a deep breath

“Your good with kids.” you smile dotingly at him

“Really?” Toji isn’t a man of many words,but the way he smiles cheekily only makes you fall harder.

“I’d say you are” and you watch the mom and son walk away,The boy giggling and holding his mothers hand. His hands wrap around your waist- squeezing it with possessiveness that makes you squeeze your thighs together.

It doesn’t go unnoticed by him.

He kisses the back of your hand and walks away with a small wink.

*

You go up to a touching tank, lightly skimming the backs of stingrays and starfishes.

A tap on your shoulder leads you back to Tojis watchful gaze.

“Hey baby” he smiles and offers his arm up to you offering to lead you out of the closing aquarium. The two of you being some of the final guests to leave,The sun's last rays already dipping into the horizon.

By the time you sit in the car you're fighting to stay awake,Your eyes are fighting to stay awake as the car starts up- so by the time he’s on the road back home your eyes flutter close.

Unknown to your sleeping figure he rummages through a bag in the passenger seat,Placing a soft fuzzy bamboo shark plushie into your limo arms.

And you unconsciously squeeze your little gift,He can swear his heart jumps out of his chest at the sight.

“Dumb shark-“ he scoffs looking at you sleep.

Offering you a light head pat.

“A cute one though.”

And you can’t see him smile.

AN: I had lots of fun writing this one,It’s fun to dip into his character and take him in a much different direction. Hope you enjoyed this! ✨

[storytowrite]

|Meeting by chance ~ Seo Changbin|

Paring: Seo Changbin x reader

Genre: smut

Word Count: 2672

Summary: Who know that after one random meeting can be the beginning of quite nice relationship between to people?

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“Aggh… I’m tired. Hey hyung, let’s finish for today and go to the dorms.” Changbin said looking at Bang Chan, who was still working on their new song.

“No Bin. I have to finish it… But you can go home if you want.” Chan answered not even looking at him. His sight was focused on the screen of his laptop.

“Are you sure man?” Changbin asked.

“Yeah, yeah… go. I’ll finish it and come after.” Bang Chan said. “Besides, tomorrow is a pretty hard day, so you need rest.”

“Yeah, like all of us, including you, hyung.” Changbin yawned. “But okay, you stay here, but please, don’t overwork yourself again. We need you, leader.”

“Yeah, don't worry mate. I’m good.” Chan smiled at Changbin.

Changbin said his goodbyes to Bang Chan and went out of the JYPE building. He put on his headphones and started playing one of his favourite songs and started walking towards the dorms. The way wasn’t long, and he always enjoyed the little walk.

The late evening was warm. A lot of people gathered on the streets or in nearby cafes. Changbin enjoyed the weather. It was nice. He put on a cap and a mask, so nobody could recognise him. He decided to take the longer route and walk through the park.

He was looking for inspiration. The park was full of people. He looked at them with curiosity. There was a cute couple, sitting on a blanket under the tree. He smiled at this view. The boy was feeding his girlfriend some strawberries. They laughed and looked happy. Changbin wished to have someone to love.

On the other side there was a girl sitting at one of the tables. She was doing something in her notebook. Changbin looked at her for a while. She was just beautiful. He smiled at himself. She looked so peaceful and pretty. Her hair had fallen out of a clumsy bun, and now she was pinching it back and forth.

He was watching her when he noticed two, quite older men, who stood over her. The girl immediately straightened up. He could tell from her body language that she didn't enjoy the company. One of the men leaned over her. The girl cringed slightly and looked around looking for a safe spot probably, where the men won’t bother her. They started talking to her and didn’t care that she didn’t want them to be around.

One of them put an arm around her shoulders and sat next to her. She didn’t like that and for Changbin, who was very observant, that was enough. He stepped closer to them.

“Look baby. We just want to have some fun. Come with us.” One of the men wanted to persuade her.

“But I said no. Why don’t you understand that?” She huffed. “Leave me alone.”

“We promise, it will be fun.” The other man spoke.

“Love! I'm so sorry for being so late. You know, work… Uh, hello? Who are they? Are they bothering you, baby?” Changbin suddenly appeared next to them and winked at the girl.

“Honey, I was waiting for you.” She replied and he could see the relief on her face.

“Excuse me, can you take your fucking hands off my girl?” He didn’t sound polite. “She said that she doesn't want your company, so leave.”

“Sorry man, we didn’t know that she had someone…” One of the men spoke, and the other took his arm from her shoulder. She sighed with relief. The men left, leaving Changbin and the girl alone.

“Thank you so much. I’m Y/N.” You smiled, introducing yourself. “I don’t even want to imagine what would happen if you didn’t save me.”

“The pleasure is mine.” He winked. “Y/N, such a beautiful name… I’m Seo Changbin.” He took off his mask and she looked at him shocked.

“Oh my God. You are THE Seo Changbin, from Stray Kids?!” You couldn’t believe your eyes.

“Shush.” He put a finger on his lips to show her to be quieter. “Yup, that’s me. Are you a Stay?” He asked, smiling at her.

“Well, yes. I really love your music.” You said shyly. “Thank you once again… I…”

“No need to thank me Y/N. If you want I can walk you home. I think that as your fake boyfriend I even should.” He laughed.

“Huh, you are right.” You smiled at him. “But you are probably busy and…”

“Nuh-uh. I’m not. And I want to walk you home, please?” He didn't even let you finish the sentence. But you couldn’t say no to him. Little did he know that he was your bias.

“Fine… But on the way home let me buy you a coffee… Just to thank you.” You said.

“Okay, but I pay.” he grinned.

“What? No! I’m paying!” You disagreed.

“But you are my fake girlfriend! So I should pay.” He started to argue.

“But you saved me so I should…”

“Okay, let’s settle it when we get to the coffee shop.” He finally sad and gave you an arm. “Shall we?”

“Oh, what a gentleman.” You grinned and took the arm. Both of you started going towards the coffee shop. All the way you laughed at each other. He was fun. And your anxiety connected with the fact that he was your actual bias from Stray Kids quickly disappeared. You felt like you knew him your whole life. Little did you know that he felt that way too.

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You spent a really great time with Changbin. The both of you went to the coffee shop and took away coffee. He walked you home. You felt safe with him. He made you laugh and was comfortable with you. You didn’t feel as if because of being an idol, he treated you differently. He gave you his phone number when you were at your house, and asked you to text him whenever you wanted to talk or meet .

A few weeks passed and you and Changbin chatted almost everyday. He couldn’t focus on his work, neither did you. It was like an addiction for both of you. You started every day with a smile on your face and a message from him, which made your mood brighter.

“Hey, Changbin hyung, who are you writing to so passionately?” Seungmin asked, seeing his friend once again engrossed in the phone.

“Leave him, Seungmin. He met a girl a few weeks ago and now they are chatting all the time.” Han rolled his eyes.

“Oh, really? Who is the girlfriend then?” Seungmin didn’t let go.

“It’s not my girlfriend… I mean, not official, yet.” Changbin answered with a smile on his face and texted you back.

“When are we going to meet her, hyung?” Jeongin, who was sitting next to him, asked.

“Well… I was thinking of inviting her to one of our concerts. She’s a Stay though…” Changnin said. “Do you mind guys if I invite her?”

“No, we don’t.” Han grinned at him.

“Yeah, we don’t mind.” Hyunjin added with a mischievous smile. “I’m curious, who…”

“Ya! If you want to live, don’t even finish!” Changbin didn’t let him say the whole sentence. Hyunjin raised his hands in defence but grinned at him.

“Okay guys, don’t tease our Changbin that much. We have practice, come on.” Chan said and all of the Stray Kids went to practice. All, apart from Changbin, who was too absorbed texting you. “Changbin! You too!” Chan shouted.

“Ya! I’m coming!” Changbin shouted back and went to the practice room with the rest.

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Every time you thought about Changbin, you couldn’t help but smile. Your energies matched perfectly. You felt as if he knew you for such a long time. Due to his work, you couldn’t see each other often, but at least you could text him. You enjoyed every second spent with him.

“So… I have a proposition for you, baby.” He started when you met in the café near JYPE building.

“What is it?” You asked curiously.

“Well, on Friday, there’s a concert we are having here in Seoul, and I thought that maybe you want to come?” He asked shyly.

“OMG, are you sure?” You asked happily. “Of course I want to come! Like hello, I will be able to see all the Kids on the stage and…” You started to fangirling a little and he just smiled.

“Baby, slow down…” Changbin chuckled. “I’m glad that you are that happy though.”

“I mean… that was my dream, you know?” You answered shyly. “Can I go backstage with you?”

“Of course you can. And you have to, because I’ll need you backstage.” He said and smiled at you.

“So… I’m going to meet others…”

“Yes, you are. But don’t worry, you’ll like them.” He said and took your hand in his. “And they are going to like you too.” He winked.

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The date of the concert came quickly. You couldn’t wait till this day came. You were going to meet Stray Kids in real life, this was something that you couldn’t even dream of. All day you were smiling at yourself and thinking about the event.

You had an appointment with Changbin to meet in front of the JYPE building from where you were supposed to go to the arena together. You showed up fifteen minutes early, but Changbin was already waiting for you. He grinned at you when he spotted you.

“Y/N, you look beautiful.” Was the first thing that came out of his mouth.

“Thank you Binnie.” You smiled at him.

“Come, the car is waiting. Boys are already there.” He grabbed your hand gently and took you to the car. You just nodded.

The way to the arena was quiet, but you enjoyed it. You were sitting next to Changbin at the back of the car. He put his hand on your thigh and gently squeezed it. You weren’t sure if he was aware of that. But you liked his touch.

Since the day you two met, you felt like he was a part of you, a soulmate. You were comfortable with him and you knew that you could tell him everything. He was such a kind hearted soul. Being with him, in his presence, made you happier than you could feel ever before.

The car stopped in front of the arena where the rest of Stray Kids were preparing backstage. Changbin led you through the back door to them. He introduced you to all of the boys and showed you how everything looked from the inside.

Everyone was kind towards you. The boys talked to you freely and you felt like you already knew them well. In fact you knew them as a Stay and also Changbin told you a lot about the others. So now everything you knew just confirmed.

You didn’t have much interaction though because they had to go on a stage. You were waiting backstage and watching them. You decided that you didn’t want to go among people, because you weren’t sure if you would find a way to backstage again. Also it was easier to wait for Changbin and the rest there.

The staff offered you something to drink as you were waiting for the boys to come back. You enjoyed the concert observing them from the spot where their manager was standing, so you were covered from the fans’ eyes, but also you were able to see the stage and the boys.

Your sight landed on Changbin during ‘Maniac’. His hips were moving pretty harshly during the ‘popping part’. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him. He was so hot.

You bit your lips unknowingly. Changbin spotted you from the stage and you could swear he licked his lips and winked at you. Your cheeks turned red and you smiled shyly. The both of you started flirting with your mimics.

“Thank you for coming, Stays!” Was the last thing Bang Chan said before the show ended. The boys went backstage. Changbin instantly spotted you and came towards you to hug you tightly.

“Ugh, Binnie! You are sweaty!” You whined but hugged him back. “It was a really good stage though.” You added. “I like Maniac the most.” You whispered to his ear.

“Yeah, I know that sweetheart.” He smiled brightly. “Will you wait for me? I’ll take a quick shower and then I'll take you for dinner.”

“Yes I’ll wait, but aren’t you tired?” You asked, looking at him.

“For you I will never be tired.” He said and kissed you lightly. “Be right back!” Then he went straight to take a shower.

You were surprised that he actually kissed you. Even if it wasn’t a long kiss you didn’t expect him to do that. You were waiting patiently for him. The boys asked if you wanted to go out with them and wait at the dorms as they decided to go back but you refused.

You just waited for Changbin in the waiting room. You were alone. Everyone left. It felt a little bit scary and you were uneasy. Changbin took a really long shower.

You started to fall asleep on the couch when suddenly the door opened and Changbin entered the room. You looked at him with eyes wide open. He was wearing nothing but a towel that was wrapped around his hips.

You swallowed hard as your sight followed the droplet that went through his body. Your cheeks started to redden as you couldn’t take your eyes off of him.

“You like the view, baby girl?” He asked, licking his lips.

“Y-yes.” You stuttered as he walked towards you.

“Do you want more?” He asked, leaning over you.

“Y-yes.” You nodded.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.”

“I like when you agree.” He smiled at you and kissed you strongly and passionately.

You moaned into the kiss and put your hands all over his body. He smiled lightly and took his lips away to attack your neck which he covered with hickeys.

His hand moved on your inner thigh drawing some circles. You bit your lower lip as Changbin moved his hand towards your clit and inserted the finger inside. He started moving his hand slowly and gently.

You moaned loudly out of pleasure and tried to make him move his hand faster.

“Patience little girl. Don’t rush it.” He said, lowering his voice a little.

“Bin please. I need to feel you.” You cried out.

“How much do you want it, baby girl? Beg for it.”

“Changbin please!” You moaned when he added another finger. “I want to feel you.”

“As you wish sweetheart.” He said and took his hand out of you. Then he took the towel off. You could see his erection. Changbin was big. You swallowed the gulp looking at him. You weren’t sure if he would fit.

He slowly went between your legs and gently slid inside you. You let out a loud moan when you felt him. He waited a short while for you to get used to it and then he started moving his hips.

You put your hands on his back and dig your nails into his skin. He hissed a little into your ear and bit your earlobe. You moaned again when his movement started to be faster. Your hips also were working, setting into his pace. The both of you were close.

“Cum for me baby.” Changbin moaned. “Please, cum.”

And you in fact cum. He could feel your pussy clenching onto him buried deep into your body. He let out another moan as he cum inside you. The both of you fell onto the couch breathing heavily and looking at each other happy.

“I think I’m in love with you.” Changbin broke the silence between you.

“That’s good because I also love you.” You smiled back and kissed him softly.

“Be my girlfriend?”

“I thought I already was…”

“Yes, you were. And will be.” He said and kissed you passionately. “Are you ready for round two?”

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Masterlist

[flooofity]

hello overwatch community id like to share someone i wrote instead of working on my english essay🫶

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this is a kraandop fanfic……. (if you don’t know who that is he is a streamer!)

use of y/n (cringe warning ik‼️⚠️)

word count: 6317 words

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The Overwatch menu music hummed in the background as you adjusted your camera and double-checked your stream setup. You had just gone live. Your chat buzzed with anticipation, the messages flying faster than you could read.

[User123]: You gonna confess today, Y/N? 👀

[BigFan44]: Bet $5 Kraan knows already.

[PocketMain69]: DUO WHEN??

You rolled your eyes, cheeks already warming.

"Guys, relax," you said, voice a mix of exasperation and amusement. "It’s not like Kraan even knows who I am."

It wasn’t entirely true. You were a streamer too, and while you weren’t pulling Kraandop level numbers, you’d crossed paths before. A few friendly interactions in each other’s chats, a couple of Overwatch Twitter memes liked back and forth—it wasn’t much, but it was enough to fuel your harmless (and totally not obvious) crush on the Overwatch tank main.

The guy was a legend. Whether it was diving as Winston or holding the line as Reinhardt, Kraandop had a knack for commanding the battlefield with a mix of raw skill and infectious energy. Not to mention, he was ridiculously charming, and his deep laugh had a way of making your heart race.

You were about to queue up for your own game when a notification popped up.

Kraandop has gone live.

Your chat erupted.

[TankLover]: KRAAN’S SPINNING THE WHEEL!!

[DuoDreamer]: IT’S GONNA LAND ON YOU, I SWEAR.

Curiosity got the better of you, and you clicked over to his stream. Kraandop’s face filled the screen, his mischievous grin lighting up the chat. “Alright, chat,” he announced, rubbing his hands together dramatically. “Time to spin the challenge wheel. What’s it gonna be today?”

The colorful wheel on his screen spun, the options blurring together. Your heart thumped as it began to slow.

DUO WITH Y/N.

The chat erupted into chaos.

[KraanFanboy]: IT FINALLY HAPPENED.

[PocketGang]: BEST DAY EVER.

[Y/NIsInShambles]: SHE’S SCREAMING RN, I KNOW IT.

Kraandop leaned back, laughing. “No way. Y/N, are you watching? Guess we’re finally gonna duo. Someone ping her.”

Your own chat wasted no time.

[FantaHanzo]: KRAAN WANTS YOU IN VC RIGHT NOW.

[User876]: Y/NNNN KRAAN WANTS TO DUO WITH YOUUUU

You froze, heat rushing to your cheeks. Then, as calmly as you could manage, you pulled up Discord. A message from him sat at the top of your inbox.

Kraan: Yo, you down to duo? I spun a wheel and it landed on duoing with you. Chat’s already losing their minds.

Swallowing your nerves, you nonchalantly replied:

Y/N: Let’s do it.

The queue popped, and you selected Mercy. Kraan locked in Reinhardt,

“Alright, Y/N,” he said, his voice playful over comms. “You pocketing me while I charge straight into the enemy team, or are you gonna yell at me to peel for you?”

“Obviously the first one,” you shot back. “What kind of Mercy main doesn’t die for their tank?”

“Oh, I like this energy already.”

The synergy was instant. Kraan led the charge into battle with his iconic mix of aggression and calculated risk-taking, his shield raised as you hovered behind him, staff in hand.

“Damage boost me, Y/N!” he shouted, diving into a brawl on King’s Row.

“Already on it!” you replied, watching as his hammer swung through the enemy backline. A well-timed shatter wiped three opponents, and the kill feed lit up with his name.

“Let’s go!” he roared.

Behind him, you darted around, dodging enemy fire while keeping him alive. “Don’t get cocky,” you teased. “You’d be nothing without me.”

“Oh, 100%,” he said, laughing. “Chat, can we get some hearts for the best Mercy pocket in the game?”

The win streak was unreal. Match after match, you and Kraan dominated. Whether he was diving in as Winston, pinning squishies as Reinhardt, or even pulling off a sneaky play as Sigma, you were always right there, keeping him alive with clutch rezes and well timed damage boosts.

“Another dub,” Kraan said, leaning back in his chair as the victory screen flashed for the fifth time in a row. “Y/N, you’re cracked. Have you been hiding this from me?”

“I think you’re just realizing I’m the best support in the game,” you replied smugly.

“Oh, no doubt. Chat, this is the duo we didn’t know we needed.”

Between matches, the banter only grew.

“So, Y/N,” Kraan said during a downtime. “Chat’s been spamming something interesting.”

Your heart sank. “Oh no. What now?”

“They’re saying you’ve got a little crush on me,” he said, his tone light but teasing.

You nearly spit your water.

“WHAT?!”

“Don’t play coy. Your chat’s been saying the same thing.” His laugh filled your headphones. “So, what’s the truth, Y/N? Are you my biggest fan or what?”

Your silence spoke volumes, and his laugh softened into something gentler.

“For what it’s worth,” he said after a moment, “I think you’re pretty cool too.”

You blinked, heat rushing to your cheeks as both your chats exploded.

[KraanSimp]: DID HE JUST CONFESS TOO?!

[PocketFan69]: NEW SHIP JUST DROPPED.

Before you could respond, the next game loaded, and Kraan’s voice came through again. “C’mon, pocket. We’ve got a streak to keep.”

Smiling, you picked Mercy again. “Just don’t let me down, big guy.”

By the end of the stream, #KraanYN was trending on Twitter. Fans clipped every win, every flirty exchange, and the moment you both “accidentally” confirmed everyone’s suspicions.

As you ended your stream, a message popped up.

Kraan: GGs today. Let’s duo again soon?

You grinned, typing back quickly.

Y/N: Anytime. Just say the word, and I’ll be there.

Kraan: Careful, I might get used to having you by my side.

You bit your lip, your heart racing.

Y/N: Wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

The morning after the infamous Kraan-Y/N duo stream, you woke up to utter chaos.

Your phone buzzed relentlessly with notifications: Twitter mentions, Discord DMs, and even a few emails. You groggily scrolled through the flood of messages, catching snippets like “Legendary duo stream,” “Y/N is the best Mercy I’ve ever seen,” and “When’s the next pocket session?”

Your heart fluttered as you saw a familiar name pop up in your Twitter DMs.

Kraan: Yo, we running it back today? Chat won’t shut up about it.

You grinned.

Y/N: Only if you promise not to feed this time.

Kraan: I don’t feed. I create space.

By the time you went live, your chat was already hyped.

[PocketMain]: LET’S SEE THOSE RES CLUTCHES, Y/N!

[BigFan44]: CAN WE GET ANOTHER WIN STREAK?

[KraanFanboy]: IS HE IN VC YET?!

The answer came moments later as Kraandop’s voice filled your headphones.

“You ready to carry me again?” he teased.

“I’m always ready,” you shot back. “The real question is, are you ready to be carried?”

“Oh, it’s like that, huh?” he laughed. “Alright, chat, you heard her. Let’s see if Y/N can back up that big talk.”

The first game of the day was on Blizzard World, and Kraan locked in Reinhardt. You hovered over Mercy, your hand resting confidently on your mouse.

As the game started, Kraan wasted no time charging straight into the fray.

“Damage boost, Y/N! Let’s go!” he called out, his hammer already swinging.

You boosted him, watching as he shattered the enemy tank with a perfectly timed charge. But just as you started to push forward, the enemy Widowmaker sniped him from across the map.

“Uh, pocket?” he said sheepishly.

“On it,” you replied, your pulse quickening.

The enemy team swarmed the payload, but you darted through the chaos, zipping between your teammates with Guardian Angel. Your chat went wild as you managed to sneak behind cover, avoiding enemy fire.

Then, with a flick of your mouse, you soared toward Kraan’s body and pulled off a clutch resurrection just as the enemy Pharah launched her ult.

“Heroes never die,” your voice rang out, perfectly timed with the game’s iconic line.

Kraan was back on his feet, his shield raised just in time to block the barrage. “Let’s go!” he shouted. “Y/N, you’re insane!”

The next few matches were filled with moments that had both of your chats screaming.

On Eichenwalde, you pulled off a resurrection mid air by launching yourself off a ledge and using Guardian Angel to catapult back to safety.

“Did you just res while flying?” Kraan asked, his voice filled with disbelief.

“Yeah, what about it?” you replied nonchalantly, though your heart was pounding.

“Chat, someone clip that,” Kraan said, laughing. “Y/N’s officially showing off.”

On King’s Row, you brought him back twice in a single fight, each time dodging fire by ducking behind walls and timing your cooldowns perfectly.

“You’ve got some kind of Mercy sixth sense,” Kraan said as the victory screen flashed. “It’s like you know when I’m about to do something dumb.”

“Please, you do dumb things every fight,” you teased.

The highlight of the stream came during a nail biter on Dorado. Kraan was down, your team was scattered, and the game was inches away from overtime.

“Y/N, don’t even think about it,” Kraan said as he watched you dive into enemy territory.

But you were already moving, weaving through the enemy team with precision. A perfectly timed Valkyrie sent you soaring into the air, and you dropped down just in time to resurrect Kraan.

“Wake up Kraannn, you have some killing to do!” You say as you finish rezing and guardian angel back to another teammate

Kraan immediately charged into the enemy Reinhardt, pinning him into a wall as your team rallied behind you. The fight turned in your favor, and the payload rolled to victory.

“Y/N!” Kraan’s laugh echoed in your headphones. “That was insane! What are you, a Mercy god?”

Your chat exploded.

[ClutchQueen]: BEST. RES. EVER.

[TankFan69]: KRAAN AND Y/N CARRYING MY RANKED DREAMS.

[Y/NsBiggestFan]: NEW OTP UNLOCKED AGAIN.

As the stream wound down, Kraan leaned back in his chair, his voice warm and teasing.

“Y/N, I’m starting to think I can’t play without you,” he said.

“Is that your way of asking me to pocket you forever?” you replied, unable to keep the grin out of your voice.

“Maybe it is,” he said, his tone softer now. “You up for it?”

Your chat flooded with messages.

[PocketMain]: SAY YES OMG.

[BigFan44]: CONFESS ALREADY!!

You hesitated for only a second before answering.

“Only if you promise not to charge into 1v5 fights without me,” you said, your voice light but carrying an undercurrent of sincerity.

“Deal,” Kraan said, laughing. “But only if you keep pulling off those fancy res tricks.”

Your chat exploded, but all you could focus on was the smile in Kraan’s voice and the growing warmth in your chest.

This might just be the start of something even better than a win streak.

The next day, you found yourself pacing your room as your chat counted down the minutes to your stream. Word had spread about the insane plays you and Kraan pulled off, and everyone was buzzing with excitement.

You booted up Overwatch and clicked the “Go Live” button, immediately greeted by your ever enthusiastic chat.

[BigFan44]: WE’RE BACK, BABY!

[PocketGang]: DUO TIME AGAIN??

[GenjiSimp]: DID HE DM YOU TODAY? 👀

Before you could answer, a Discord notification popped up on stream, one from none other than Kraandop himself.

Kraan: Ready for round 3? Let’s show ‘em how it’s done.

Your chat erupted.

[User123]: LET’S GOOOO!

[FanWithPopcorn]: YOU’RE BLUSHING, Y/N. WE SEE IT.

Trying to play it cool, you clicked into the VC. “Hey, ready to run it back again?”

Kraan laughed, his deep voice sending a familiar warmth through your chest. “Ready to carry? Chat says you’re the real MVP here.”

This time, the stakes were even higher. Kraan announced he’d hit Masters with one more win, and the pressure was on.

The map? Hollywood. Kraan locked in Winston, and you, of course, went with Mercy.

“We need this dub, Y/N,” Kraan said, his voice playful but focused. “No pressure, though.”

“Oh, none at all,” you deadpanned. “Just your rank on the line.”

The game started, and Kraan dove straight into the enemy backline. You soared after him, damage boosting as he picked off the enemy Ana with ease.

But then, disaster struck. The enemy Cassidy landed a perfect Deadeye, taking out your DPS and leaving Kraan surrounded.

“Y/N, I’m dead. Bail out!” he shouted.

But you had other plans.

Activating Valkyrie, you swooped in with pinpoint precision, dodging the Cassidy’s shots as you weaved through the air. Your chat went wild as you maneuvered through the enemy trying to shoot you down and then immediately pulled off a resurrection on Kraan.

“Heroes never die!” You exclaim with laughter as you get pulled by your Lifeweaver back into safety and charge back into the fight, now with your whole team alive again.

Kraan roared with laughter as he jumped back into the fight, clearing the point with his Tesla Cannon. “Y/N, you’re actually cracked! What even was that res?”

“Just keeping you alive so you can do your job,” you teased, your voice steady despite your racing heart.

The next match was even more intense. On Junkertown, Kraan swapped to Reinhardt, and the enemy team was relentless. You found yourself pulling off increasingly risky plays like flying through enemy fire to res your DPS, darting in and out of cover to keep Kraan alive, and even baiting out the enemy Pharah’s ult by hovering just out of her reach.

“Y/N, you’re insane,” Kraan said as you pulled off yet another clutch res mid-air. “Chat, can we get some love for the greatest Mercy of all time?”

Your chat obliged.

[ClutchQueen]: SHE’S LITERALLY CARRYING.

[PocketGang]: #MERCYGOAT

[FanWithPopcorn]: RES KINGDOM STAND UP.

The highlight of the stream came on Watchpoint: Gibraltar. Kraan’s Winston dives were more aggressive than ever, and you found yourself pulling off the riskiest plays of your Mercy career just to keep him alive.

At one point, the enemy Zenyatta landed a perfectly timed Transcendence just as Kraan dropped a Primal Rage.

“Y/N, I need heals!” Kraan shouted, his voice laced with urgency.

“On it!” you replied, zipping across the map to meet him.

Your chat held its collective breath as you narrowly avoided an enemy Widowmaker shot, darting behind a payload to keep Kraan alive. Then, just as the fight seemed lost, you activated Valkyrie and dove in to resurrect your Ana

“Come on! We can do this!!”

With the Anan revived, she nanos Kraan and he lands a massive Primal Rage play, knocking three enemies off the map and securing the win.

“Y/N,” he said as the victory screen flashed. “You’re actually carrying me. I don’t know how I’m supposed to play without you anymore.”

“Don’t worry,” you teased, “I’m not going anywhere.”

After the stream, Kraan stayed on VC as you both wrapped up.

“You know,” he said casually, “chat’s been saying something interesting.”

“Let me guess,” you said, already anticipating the teasing. “They’re shipping us again?”

“Not just that,” Kraan said, his voice softening. “They’re saying we might actually be a good match.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” he said, his tone light but genuine. “And… I think they might be onto something.”

Silence filled the VC, but it wasn’t awkward. It was charged, like the calm before a storm.

“Well,” you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper, “if you keep feeding, I guess I’ll have to keep pocketing you.”

Kraan laughed, his voice warm and full of something you couldn’t quite place. “Deal. But only if you promise to keep showing off those fancy res tricks.”

“Done,” you said, smiling.

As you ended the call, your chat exploded once more, but for once, you didn’t care. All you could think about was Kraan’s laugh, his voice, and the promise of more games and maybe something more in the future.

After your now-iconic streams with Kraan, your duo was the talk of the Overwatch community. Twitter was abuzz with clips of your insane resurrections and Kraan’s tank dominance. Fans dubbed your duo "PocketKing and MercyQueen," and the ship name "Kra-YN" trended for hours after your last stream.

You were a little nervous to go live again, but as soon as your stream started, your chat exploded.

[BigFan44]: KRAYN FOREVER.

[PocketGang]: THE BEST DUO IS BACK??

[KraanLover69]: SO WHEN’S THE WEDDING??

But just as you were about to greet your chat, another Discord ping popped up on stream.

Kraan: I hope your res skills are warmed up because I’m feeling very, very reckless today.

You rolled your eyes and clicked into VC.

“Reckless? Oh great,” you said, feigning exasperation. “Let me guess, you’re locking Winston and diving into four enemies?”

“five, actually,” Kraan replied, his laugh already making your chest tighten. “You ready to save me?”

“You better hope I am,” you teased.

The first match of the day was on Rialto, and Kraan locked in Reinhardt, as expected.

As the game loaded, Kraan’s voice cut through the prematch chatter. “Alright, chat, here’s the plan. I’m gonna charge straight into the enemy spawn, and Y/N is going to res me when it inevitably goes wrong.”

“Don’t test me,” you shot back, grinning.

“Oh, I would never,” Kraan said, his voice dripping with fake innocence. “But seriously, Y/N, don’t let me die.”

The game started, and as promised, Kraan wasted no time charging the enemy Orisa. You could barely keep up, spamming healing as he swung his hammer.

The fight turned chaotic, with enemies collapsing onto the point and your team barely holding their ground. Just as Kraan went down to a Bastion ult, your heart leapt into action.

“On my way!” you called, soaring over rooftops to dodge fire.

With a flick of your mouse, you dodged an enemy Junkrat trap and slid behind cover to pull off the res.

“Heroes never die!” You scream as you activate your ult to secure the fight.

Kraan was back on his feet, immediately shattering three enemies with his Earthshatter.

“Y/N, you’re actually a miracle worker,” he said, laughing.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” you quipped.

The highlight of the stream came during a nailbiter on Route 66. Kraan decided to go full chaos mode, locking in Wrecking Ball.

“Alright, Y/N,” he said, spinning around the payload at lightning speed. “Try keeping up with this.”

Your chat was already losing it.

[SpinningFan]: BALL KRAAN IS CHAOS INCARNATE.

[MercySaver]: Y/N ABOUT TO LOSE THEIR MIND.

[KraanMain]: THE DREAM DUO DOES IT AGAIN!

But you were determined not to let Kraan outpace you. With quick reactions and well timed Guardian Angel boosts, you managed to stay right behind him as he wreaked havoc on the enemy team.

Midway through the match, Kraan overextended (as usual) and ended up downed near the enemy spawn.

“Y/N, don’t even think about it,” he warned.

“Oh, I’m thinking about it,” you replied, already plotting your route.

Activating Valkyrie, you flew high into the air, weaving between Widowmaker shots and Junkrat spam. Your chat went wild as you dipped under a bridge and zipped back up to Kraan’s body for a clutch res.

“You are still in the game! Now get back in there!”

“Y/N!” Kraan yelled, laughing so hard he could barely speak. “You’re insane! I think I’m in love with you or something.”

Your heart skipped a beat, but you covered it up with a playful jab. “Yeah, yeah. Save the sweet talk for after we win.”

The stream ended with a victory streak that had both your chats buzzing. As Kraan said his goodbyes, his tone turned softer.

“Hey, Y/N?” he said.

“Yeah?” you replied, suddenly aware of how quiet it was.

“Thanks for today. And, uh, for carrying me. Again.”

You laughed, trying to keep it light. “No problem. Someone’s gotta keep you alive.”

There was a pause, just long enough to make you wonder if you’d said something wrong.

“Let’s do this again soon,” Kraan said finally, his voice warm.

“Anytime,” you replied.

After you ended the stream, you noticed a flood of Twitter notifications. Someone had clipped Kraan’s “I think I’m in love with you” comment, and the caption read:

“Kraan CONFESSES to Y/N on stream?!? #KraYNCanon”

Your face burned as you scrolled through the comments, most of them filled with memes and speculation.

Just as you were about to close Twitter, another DM from Kraan popped up.

Kraan: Hey, ignore the chaos, but… I meant what I said. You’re pretty amazing, Y/N.

Your hands hovered over the keyboard, your heart pounding. Finally, you typed out a reply.

Y/N: You’re not so bad yourself. Maybe we should… talk about this sometime?

The response came almost immediately.

Kraan: How about over another win streak tomorrow?

Smiling, you typed back one word.

Y/N: Deal.

Your chat wasn’t ready for what was coming next.

The next stream felt different. It wasn’t just the excitement of playing with Kraan again, your dynamic had shifted completely after his comment during the last match. The “I think I’m in love with you” moment had gone viral, and everyone wanted to know what would happen next.

Your chat was already spamming the moment you hit “Go Live.”

[PocketGang]: HERE WE GO AGAIN, BEST DUO IN OW2!

[KraynConfirmed]: WILL HE SAY IT AGAIN?? 👀

[BigFan44]: DON’T CHOKE THIS, Y/N.

You barely had time to greet them before Kraan joined the VC.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said, his tone casual but with a warmth that made your stomach flip.

“Hey, big guy. Ready for another hard carry?” you teased, trying to sound normal.

“I don’t know, chat’s saying you’re the one who’s gonna choke today,” Kraan fired back with a laugh.

“Keep talking and I’ll let you die,” you shot back, though your smile betrayed you.

The first game of the day was on New Queen Street, and Kraan locked in his tank pick, Reinhardt.

“This is gonna be a good one,” he said confidently. “I can feel it.”

You hovered over Mercy and locked her in, as always.

“Alright, chat,” you said, glancing at your second monitor. “Let’s see how long it takes for Kraan to do something reckless. I’m thinking… less than 5 seconds.”

The game started, and Kraan immediately charged into the enemy Sojourn.

“There it is,” you muttered, already pre-damage boosting him.

“Reckless? That was calculated thank you very much,” he replied, landing a perfect Fire Strike on the Sojourn and taking her out.

But as the teamfight dragged on, the enemy Orisa began to push Kraan back. You darted around him, trying to keep him alive while avoiding the enemy Ana’s Sleep Dart.

“Y/N, I’m low!” Kraan called out.

“Hold still!” you shouted, diving behind his shield to heal him.

But just as you stabilized him, the enemy Junker Queen threw a Jagged Blade, pulling you out of position.

“Y/N, no!” Kraan yelled as you fell, taken out by the Queen’s shotgun.

“Guess you’ll have to survive without me,” you teased, watching the chaos unfold.

Kraan roared with laughter. “Impossible. You’re my lifeline!”

The turning point came in the second match, set on Shambali Monastery. The enemy team was playing hyper aggressively, and it felt like you were barely keeping your team afloat.

Halfway through the match, Kraan pushed into a tight corner with his shield raised.

“Y/N, stick with me!” he said, but his tone had a hint of urgency.

You darted after him, weaving between enemy fire as you kept him healed. Just as he swung his hammer to finish off the enemy Kiriko, a D.Va Bomb landed right behind you both.

“Oh no, oh no!” you gasped, frantically trying to find cover.

But before you could escape, Kraan turned, body-blocking the explosion with his shield.

The kill feed confirmed it: Kraandop eliminated himself to save Y/N.

Your chat exploded.

[HeroKraan]: HE SACRIFICED HIMSELF FOR YOU.

[PocketMain]: TRUE LOVE RIGHT THERE.

[BigFan44]: CHIVALRY IS ALIVE!!

“Kraan, what the heck?!” you exclaimed, laughing in disbelief.

“You’re the carry! I can’t let you die!” he shot back, his voice filled with humor.

“You’re such a dork,” you said, your voice softer now.

“And you love it,” Kraan replied, the teasing in his tone making you smile and your heart race.

The most clutch moment of the night came during a final push on Circuit Royal. Kraan had switched to Winston for the high ground control, and you were struggling to keep up with his chaotic dives.

“Y/N, I need heals!” Kraan called, leaping into the middle of the enemy team to contest the payload.

You soared after him, narrowly avoiding a Widowmaker headshot. But just as you started healing him, the enemy Sojourn popped Overclock, taking out your DPS and leaving you and Kraan alone.

“Stay with me, Y/N!” Kraan said, his voice urgent.

You activated Valkyrie, your movements faster and more fluid as you zipped between Kraan and your remaining teammates. But with Sojourn charging another railgun shot, you knew you had to make a choice.

Kraan was low, dangerously close to death, but your team’s Ana had just gone down nearby.

“Y/N, don’t!” Kraan shouted, realizing what you were about to do.

Ignoring him, you darted out of safety and pulled off a risky resurrection on Ana, dodging Sojourn’s shot by ducking behind Kraan’s shield just in time.

“We are still in this! Let’s go!”

With Ana back in the fight, Kraan went wild, diving onto the enemy backline and taking out Sojourn and Widowmaker in quick succession.

The payload inched forward, and with one final Primal Rage, Kraan cleared the remaining enemies off the point.

“Victory!”

Your chat erupted.

[ClutchQueen]: THAT WAS THE MOST INSANE VALK EVER.

[PocketGang]: Y/N IS A GODDESS.

[KraanFanboy]: BEST DUO IN OW CONFIRMED.

Kraan let out a triumphant laugh. “Y/N, I don’t even know what to say. You’re incredible.”

“Just doing my job,” you replied, though your voice was a little shaky from adrenaline.

“Yeah, well, you’re making me look bad,” he teased.

As the stream ended, Kraan’s voice softened.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said, hesitating slightly.

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for today. And, uh… thanks for always having my back. Not just in game, but, y’know… in general.”

You felt your face heat up. “Of course. That's what duos are for!”

He laughed, but there was something tender in it. “Right. Duos. Well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” you said, your heart full as you ended the stream.

As you shut down your PC, you couldn’t help but wonder: Was this just a game duo, or was something more starting to take shape? Either way, you couldn’t wait to find out.

A few months has passed after the initial interaction with you and Kraan closer than ever. The idea came to you after one of Kraan’s fans posted a clip of his reaction to your resurrection clutch from the last stream.

Kraan on stream: "I swear, Y/N’s the best Mercy I’ve ever played with. If they ever showed up IRL, I’d probably lose it."

It wasn’t a confession, but it was close enough. You couldn’t stop thinking about it. What if you actually surprised him?

You both had mentioned living in the same region on stream before, and after a little digging through your old DMs, you realized you still had his P.O. box address from when you’d sent him a birthday gift months ago. With a bit of Google Maps magic, you figured out that Kraan wasn’t as far away as you’d initially thought.

Now, here you were, standing outside his house with a box of his favorite snacks, a Mercy Funko Pop, and your nerves buzzing like a Symmetra turret.

You could hear his voice before you even knocked.

"Okay, chat, I’m locking in Reinhardt. Y/N’s not here to pocket me today, but I think I can manage. Maybe…. hopefully."

Your lips quirked into a grin as you set the snacks down, adjusting your grip on the Mercy Funko.

The door wasn’t locked.

Kraan was mid game, his focus entirely on the screen as his team pushed the payload.

“Alright, Ana, keep me up, wait, why are you Nanoing the Bastion?” he groaned, running straight into the enemy Orisa as his chat spammed chaos.

You tiptoed into his streaming room, clutching the Mercy Funko behind your back. The sight was almost surreal; Kraan, sitting in his gaming chair, headphones slightly askew as he furiously mashed his keyboard.

Chat had noticed you first.

[BigFan44]: UHHH IS THAT Y/N BEHIND HIM?!

[PocketGang]: TURN AROUND, KRAAN.

[KraanLover69]: KRAYN IS HAPPENING LIVE????

You suppressed a laugh as you reached his chair, leaning over his shoulder to whisper, “Need a pocket?”

Kraan froze. His Reinhardt stood idle on-screen as he yanked his headphones off and whipped around, his eyes going wide.

“Y/N?!” he practically shouted.

You grinned, holding up the Mercy Funko like it was some sort of peace offering. “Surprise?”

For a moment, he just stared, his brain visibly short circuiting. His chat exploded in all caps.

[OMGOMGOMG]: THEY’RE IN THE SAME ROOM. WE WON.

[PocketQueen]: HE’S BLUSHING LMAOOOOO.

[BigFan44]: I’M SCREAMINGGGGGGGG.

Finally, Kraan burst out laughing, running a hand through his hair. “What are you doing here? How did you—why—”

“I figured it was time I pocketed you in real life,” you said, setting the Funko on his desk next to his keyboard.

He blinked at you, then at the Mercy figurine, then back at you. “You’re insane. Do you know that?”

“Yeah, but you love it,” you teased, echoing his line from the last stream.

“Oh my God,” he groaned, leaning back in his chair, but his wide smile betrayed him.

“Are you just gonna sit there, or are you gonna let me queue with you?” you added, pointing at his setup.

Kraan shook his head, still grinning. “Chat, this is actually happening. Y/N is in my house, uninvited might I add, and now they’re demanding to play on my stream.”

“Uninvited?” you gasped, mock offended as you clutched your hand over your heart . “I brought snacks though!!!”

“Alright, alright,” he said, standing up and gesturing to his second gaming chair. “You want in? Let’s do this.”

The stream only got more chaotic from there. You shared one microphone, leaning close to call plays and laughing every time Kraan tried to explain what was happening to his increasingly hysterical chat.

[BigFan44]: THE TENSION IS KILLING ME.

[PocketMain]: Y/N JUST SIT ON HIS LAP AT THIS POINT.

[KraanShipper]: CONFESS ALREADY, KRAAN.

During one particularly intense match, you ended up leaning against him as you both frantically called out strategies.

“Y/N, res me, res me!” Kraan shouted, his Reinhardt downed mid charge.

“I can’t, you’re surrounded by turrets!” you shot back, trying to find an opening.

“You always find a way!” he said, his voice laced with laughter.

With a deep breath, you dove into the fight, dodging lasers and pulling off the res just before the enemy Bastion’s turret mode shredded you into oblivion.

“Holy shit, I did it!”

Kraan came back swinging, shattering three enemies and securing the point.

“Y/N, I knew you could do it! You’re the best,” he said, his voice sincere despite the chaos that happened moments before.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” you teased, but your heart wasn’t as steady as your voice.

As the stream wound down, Kraan turned to you, his grin softer now.

“Thanks for showing up today,” he said, his tone quieter than before.

“Of course,” you replied, your voice matching his. “It’s not every day I get to pocket my favorite streamer in person.”

For a moment, the noise of chat and the game faded, leaving just the two of you.

“Guess I owe you one now, huh?” Kraan said, his smile turning a little shy.

“Yeah, you do,” you said, your heart pounding. “But, uh… maybe we can figure that out later. Over dinner or something?”

Kraan blinked, caught off guard for the second time that day. Then his smile widened, and he nodded.

“Deal.”

You ended the stream with a victory streak, a trending hashtag, and a dinner date in the works. Chat couldn’t stop shipping you two, and for once, you didn’t mind.

The morning after the stream was surreal. Both your notifications and Kraan’s were blowing up on social media. Clips of you busting into his room and the clutch resurrections had gone viral, and the hashtag #PocketedIRL was trending on Twitter.

@OverwatcherLover87: “When will I find someone who pockets me the way Y/N pockets Kraan? 😭 #PocketedIRL”

@Flooofity: “Y/N leaning on Kraan during stream and then asking him out? ICONIC. We’re witnessing history guys.”

You tried to ignore your phone as you sat in Kraan’s kitchen, sipping coffee from one of his mugs. The smell of something burning caught your attention, and you turned to see him standing at the stove, looking sheepish.

“Uh… I was trying to make pancakes,” he admitted, holding up a slightly charred creation.

“Is this supposed to be an apology for all those times you charged in without my permission?” you teased, leaning against the counter.

Kraan chuckled, flipping the sad pancake onto a plate. “No, but now that you mention it, consider this my way of saying thanks for saving me all the time.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “I guess I’ll accept it.”

The next stream started a little later that day, but the anticipation was clear as day. Your own chat was filled with questions about the morning.

[PocketMain]: DID YOU GUYS HAVE BREAKFAST TOGETHER??

[BigFan44]: IS KRAAN ACTUALLY A GOOD COOK??

[OMGOMGOMG]: TELL US ABOUT THE DATE!!

You tried to stay focused on the game, but Kraan didn’t make it easy.

“Alright, Y/N,” he said as you loaded into your first match. “You ready to carry me again?”

“Only if you don’t charge into five people alone,” you fired back.

“Pfft, no promises,” he replied, laughing.

The banter came easily, and your synergy in game felt even better than usual. Kraan’s Reinhardt plays were aggressive but calculated, and you found yourself pulling off riskier moves to keep him alive; flying across enemy lines to heal him, damage boosting him mid-Shatter, and even sneaking in a clutch res behind enemy Orisa’s shield.

“Y/N, how do you even manage to do that every time!?” Kraan asked after one particularly impressive res, his voice filled with awe.

“Magic,” you replied smoothly, earning a chuckle from him and a wave of spammed hearts from chat.

[KraanFan69]: MARRIAGE SPEEDRUN WHEN???

[PocketGang]: THE CHEMISTRY IS UNREAL.

[BigFan44]: Y/N IS THE MVP. KRAAN IS JUST ALONG FOR THE RIDE.

Things took a surprising turn during your third match, set on King’s Row. Midway through the game, Kraan’s microphone cut out.

“Uh, chat, one sec,” he said, his voice suddenly faint as he reached for something offscreen. You glanced at your second monitor to see chat freaking out.

[OMGOMGOMG]: DID HE JUST SAY HE LIKES Y/N??

[FrogFriendzz]: PLAY IT BACK. PLAY IT BACK!!

“Kraan? Everything okay?” you asked, genuinely confused.

His mic clicked back on, and his laugh was a little too nervous. “Yeah, yeah, just… dropped my water bottle. We’re good.”

You squinted at the camera. “You sure you’re not hiding something?”

“Absolutely not,” he replied quickly.

You weren’t convinced, but you let it slide, though chat however clearly wasn’t letting it go.

[LovelyUnicorns32]: HE SAID IT. I SWEAR HE SAID IT.

[BigFan44]: KRAAN IS WHIPPED AND WE LOVE TO SEE IT.

After the stream ended, you leaned back in your chair, watching as Kraan’s camera stayed live for a moment longer.

“That was fun,” you said, still riding the high of another win streak.

“Yeah,” he replied, his smile genuine. “Thanks for putting up with me.”

“Always,” you replied softly.

For a moment, the silence between you was comfortable, your respective chats dying down as viewers slowly trickled out. Then Kraan cleared his throat, looking like he was debating something.

“So… about what chat was saying earlier…” he began.

You raised an eyebrow. “What about it?”

He scratched the back of his neck, clearly nervous. “Did you… hear anything weird? Like, when my mic cut out?”

You leaned forward, smirking. “Should I have?”

Kraan groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Oh my God. Forget I said anything.”

“No way,” you said, grinning now. “You can’t just leave me hanging like that!”

He peeked at you through his fingers, his face flushed. “Fine. Maybe I said something like… I don’t know… ‘I like Y/N’ or something dumb like that.”

Your heart skipped a beat, but you played it cool. “You like me, huh?”

Kraan groaned again, his embarrassment obvious. “This is why I shouldn’t talk when I think my mic is off.”

You couldn’t help laughing, though your voice softened as you said, “Well, for the record… I like you too.”

Kraan blinked, his face a mix of surprise and relief. “Wait, seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously,” you replied, smiling.

His grin returned, and he leaned closer to his camera. “Guess chat was right for once.”

“They usually are,” you teased, your heart racing as his laughter filled your headphones.

The clip of Kraan’s accidental confession and your subsequent response went viral almost immediately. Chat coined the term #PocketedForLife, and the internet couldn’t get enough of your story.

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the end… kinda rushed the ending but i didn’t know how to close it🙂‍↕️

[usoppinggg]

Ships Ahoy Chapter 3: Introducing... Zeus!

[read on ao3]

Nami and Usopp are on the upper deck, the redhead enjoying the shade of her mikan trees while Usopp tends to his pop greens. When the sniper comes over to take a rest beside her in the shade, Nami sits up, adjusting her sunglasses to sit on her head as she looks at her friend. She grins at him and he grins back, excited by her happiness but wondering what brought it on so suddenly. 

“What is it, Nami?”

“Usopp, I’d like to introduce you to somebody.”

The sniper’s brows furrow in confusion. “Introduce me to somebody? Who could you possibly introduce to me here on the ship in the middle of the ocean?” His eyes widen in excitement as an idea comes to mind. “Did you finally get a cat for the crew like I wanted? Yes! I knew you’d cave, eventually. Where is it? I wanna pet it!”

“I didn’t get a cat! Or any other animal, for that matter, so get that through your thick skull.”

“Aw…”

“Stop pouting. They’re way cooler than a cat. Heaps more useful, too.” The curly-haired man watches with intrigue as Nami reaches under her seat to grab her Clima-Tact. “Usopp, meet my new friend and ex-servant, Zeus!”

With a wave of the baton, a fluffy, white cloud emerges from the device. That sight is not novel in the slightest, but what is, is the fact that this cloud has a face, with drooping eyes, rounded cheeks, and a lazy smile. It’s wearing a hat and–

“Oh, hi, Nami. What’s up?”

It talks! The cloud is talking!!!

Usopp’s eyes and mouth are impossibly wide as he looks at Zeus, who peers down at him curiously.

“A… a talking cloud?” Usopp stutters, when he manages to find his voice. “There’s a sentient, talking cloud living in your Clima-Tact?”

“Yup! Zeus, this is my friend and crewmate, Usopp. He’s the one who invented my baton and built it all on his own.”

“Wow, really?” The cloud drawls. “Hey, thanks for making such a cozy place for me to stay.”

“You’re… you’re welcome.” The hesitation and fear begin to seep out of Usopp’s posture, replaced by curiosity. “It’s nice in there?”

“Oh, yeah! It’s nice and dark and cold, just like a storm!”

“That’s… good, I guess. How did you come to be with Nami, anyway?”

“Well, it’s a long story…”

“I love stories!”

Nami grins as Usopp lowers his guard, grabbing his ankles and watching as Zeus floats closer, settling himself in Nami’s lap.

“Okay, then. I used to work for Big Mom–”

“WHAT!!!! Nami, how could you bring a Big Mom employee on board our ship? Quick, throw the Clima-Tact into the ocean!”

Usopp groans and holds his head after getting a good whack from Nami, who shakes her fist at him.

“Shut up! Do you really think I’d bring anything on board that would hurt us? Hurt me? Just calm down and listen!” Nami quits glaring at Usopp to coo at the cloud in her lap, petting him gently. “Sorry about him, Zeus. He’s the type to go straight to the worst-case scenario. Go on.”

Usopp listens raptly as Zeus tells him the story of his life, and how he came to be with Nami. By the end, the curly-haired man is in tears. “I can’t believe Big Mom just abandoned you like that!”

Zeus floats over to Usopp, and the marksman gently accepts him into his arms. “Aw, it’s okay. I’m happy where I am now. Plus, Nami always feeds me the yummiest snack. Can I have some now? Pleeeeease, Nami?”

Nami laughs and adheres to his request, using her Tact to call forth some thunder balls. Usopp watches with intrigue as Zeus munches on his favourite snack.

The cloud lets Usopp poke and prod at him as he eats, preening as the sniper oohs and aahs while Nami recounts some of the cloud’s abilities. She can tell by the look in his eye that Usopp has a million and one ideas going through his head, and she’s excited to see what he’ll conjure up.

“This is amazing!” Usopp exclaims once he’s done his assessment. “You’re amazing, Zeus!”

The cloud’s cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink. “Aw, you think so?”

“Definitely! When I invented the Clima-Tact, I thought of plenty of possibilities for its capabilities, but I never could’ve imagined that anyone or anything could fuse with it. Sounds like you’re powerful, too, so you’ll be a great ally to the Great Captain Usopp. And don’t let Nami keep you all locked up in there! You’re a part of the crew, so you should hang out with us and enjoy the ship!”

Usopp’s words cause Zeus’s eyes to sparkle as he gazes at him. “Really?”

“Of course!” the sniper turns to glare at the navigator, hugging the cloud close to him. “Nami, I knew you were evil, but this is another level of cruelty! How could you hide Zeus away?”

“He was resting!” Nami fumes. “I’m not going to pull him out to meet your stupid whims.”

“Don’t worry, Zeus, I won’t let that evil Nami hold you hostage any longer! You’re gonna play and have fun with the rest of us starting now!”

The cloud grins, looking more excited than Nami has ever seen. “Okay!”

Usopp peeks over the railing of the upper deck, a mischievous smile growing on his face as he spots Zoro snoozing below.

“Zeus, have you ever played a prank before?”

“No, never.”

“Give me a ride and I’ll show you how.”

With a cheer, the sniper jumps atop the cloud. Nami watches as Usopp directs Zeus to hover over Zoro and drench the sleeping swordsman with a sudden downpour. She laughs along with Usopp’s obnoxious cackling as Zoro sits up with a startled gasp. When Zoro curses at him and starts to give chase, Zeus and Usopp make their getaway, flying across the ship and over the open ocean. 

The calm melody of Brook’s violin morphs into a fast-paced tune, serving as an amusing backing track as his crewmates chase each other.

Luffy and Chopper run out on deck to watch the commotion, pointing and cheering at the sight of Usopp atop the cloud and demanding their turn to ride. Sanji strolls out of the kitchen and is immediately amused by the sight of a soaked Zoro, further angering the swordsman with his petty jibes. Usopp’s laughter is cut off as he is plucked off of the cloud by a plethora of disembodied hands and dropped right in front of Zoro, who grins wickedly at the sniper.

The remaining crew members laugh as Usopp flees, yelling and crying as he pleads for his life, going to hide behind Franky and Jimbei. 

Up in the sky, with Luffy and Chopper on his back and watching the antics play out below, Zeus truly feels like part of a family for the first time in a very long while.

[fiannalover]

bweirdOCtober day 7: Likes - Gardening

Exchanging her usual clothes for overalls and loose hair for a ponytail, Medeia calmly fixed the ground around her latest project. Ever her faithful companion, Argo laid down next to her, waiting patiently save for the occasional yip.

“Don't worry. I'm almost done.” She said, using her elbow to mess with him a bit, since her hands would get him dirtied by her gloves.

Eventually, a looming shadow announced someone else's presence. “So? What is this one?”

“Parsley. Just got some, so figured I might as well add it to my part of the garden.” Medeia explained.

“Your side is incredibly well-kept, given you have only been here for a couple months.” He remarked. “Aren't you taking this too seriously?”

“Plants are an important ingredient to many potions and medicines, aren't they, uncle Jack?” She asked, flashing that smile she showcased when she knew she was right. “I have to make sure I take care of the root of my creations. In fact, I’m planning on using some of them as mulch to increase the quality of future harvests. That should make our work reach the utmost quality.”

“Careful. Don’t make a videogame loop out of your skills.” He warned.

She chuckled, but replied. “What? Aren’t you the one who says one must always seek further knowledge?” Unnoticeable to her, he grew a little quieter upon hearing that. “Plants settle down their roots, grow and bring their successors into the world as they feed us and die. I like helping them prosper, is all.”

“... Yeah. There is nothing wrong with that. But now, come on. It’s gonna be night before long. Let’s get back in, shall we?” The wizard suggested.

Agreeing, his niece got up, stretched and called forth her energetic corgi. “Alright! Come here, Argo! Let’s go, boy!”

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This place was secluded. Medeia wouldn’t have found it without a stroke of luck.

Golden apples, glowing softly under the sun, ethereal sight that required human hands to thrive. In this grotto purposefully hidden away from her sight and their garden, she saw remnants of mane, ore and other materials she had obtained for him.

Argo laid down by her side, steps tired. He still kept up with her wonderfully, but it was obvious it was growing tougher for her loyal companion to do so.

This was it, then.

“We have seen enough, haven’t we?” Squatting, the wizard’s niece opened her arms, letting her dog settle in. Getting up, she announced. “Come on. There is nothing for us here.”

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Lucas cautiously looked at the potted plants that had popped up at his new flat, sandy ears twitching in curiosity. “Hey, Medeia. What are those?”

Taking off her headphones, his roommate got up to see what he was talking about and replied. “Oh. Um, sage, lavender, jasmine. Sorry, I made sure not to pick anything you’re allergic to, but I still should have checked first. Are you okay with them?”

“Yeah! They’re pretty. I just didn’t know this was something you knew how to do.”

Confidently (some would say smugly), she announced. “A good potion maker gets her materials straight from the source whenever possible! Helps learn about their characteristics and also avoid taking them for granted. I actually have an agreement with the agriculture people to make use of their greenhouses, but I felt like getting some potted plants for home care.”

Watching them some more, Lucas asked. “Could you teach me the basics of, like, gardening?”

“Hum? I mean, you don’t have to. I can take care of them by myself no problem.”

“I know that. But, one must always learn more, right? Maybe this will be handy for me in the future.” He argued.

At that point, she smiled. “Well said, Lu. Come here. Let’s start with the matters of watering…”

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Exchanging her usual clothes for a brand new set of gardening gear the village tailor kindly made for her, Medeia calmly fixed the ground around her latest project.

“What are you doing?” The village's guardian asked her. His spear was always by his side, but his tone of voice and his body language, including his tail, left it clear that this visit was fueled by curiosity and nothing else.

“Hi, Vri! I decided I might as well take up gardening again. Just planted some rosemary.” She said, then, content with what she organized, got up, stretched, and proceeded to admit a thing or two. “I’ve been living a nomad lifestyle since I left college, pretty much, so I haven’t done this in a while. If I’m gonna be confined to this other realm, I might as well make the most of it.”

“That is how most newcomers here decide to see their situation. I’m sure you’ll do fine.” Looking over the small plot of land she was caring after, he offered. “Would you want me to water them for you?”

“Water from a Rain Dragon? Now that would be a blessing upon the harvest.” Medeia exclaimed. “Are you sure that is fine? I wouldn’t want to impose.”

“It is perfectly fine. I do this for the farmers here quite often. Besides, consider this an investment. We have a partnership, don’t we, folk healer? I’m sure this will help the villagers plenty.” He friendly remarked.

“Scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours. Very well, go ahead!”

Putting his spear in front of him, Vri focused his natural magic, coating his brown skin with a glow the same shade of blue as his hair and scaled tail. Soon, small raindrops condensed into the air ahead of him, softly falling to the ground.

This wasn’t half-bad, Medeia thought. Maybe someday she would settle down for good again.

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The years went by, and the potion maker stepped out of her house.

Her body didn’t quite agree with great adventures anymore, so retirement came at a good time. A small abode, decently near a village that could only very charitably be called a town, granting her that ‘weird grandma in the middle of the woods’ vibe that fit so perfectly on her.

Prepare the earth, spread the seeds, apply mulch. Alongside permanent residence, old hobbies returned to mind. She had seen much of the world. Now, it was time to sit down, settle roots and feed those who’d come after her. 

Checking the parts of her garden that were already blooming, she gathered a handful of thyme, and, humming softly, went back inside.