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scented-morker · 4 months ago

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Lovesick fools

Alternatively… enha’s reaction to being on a variety show with their idol!crush

No warnings, 2k words, implied fem!reader.. these took me forever </3

Heeseung

Fourth gen vocalists on the show ‼️

He was so excited to be there that he totally forgot you would def be there too

Until he was getting his makeup done and you walked in with curlers in your hair and coffees in your hand

He immediately found himself smiling at how cute you looked, and it only got worse when you handed him a cup

"Twitter said this was your order, I hope it's right."

The makeup artist starts laughing and opts out of putting blush on him bc he's all red from you

Once filming starts you all sing a prepared cover, and he's so focused on his own that he stays calm for most of it

Except yours is last, which means his mind is fully empty since he’s done and now all he’s able to focus on is how pretty you sound and the way you smile through the words

You sing 'drinks or coffee' from rose's new album and he swears you wink at him

"We don't have to talk, I know that you want me."

Twitter goes crazy bc you absolutely did wink at him, and they have the slow mo replay to prove it

Him blushing like mad also goes viral

He walks up to you backstage

"So... do you want to get drinks or coffee?" 🤭

Jay

It's shuhua's show again, but instead of sunghoon he's paired up with you

Bro gives himself a pep talk in the mirror before filming starts

"You are cool and calm and will not giggle like a school girl at her. Shes going to look pretty and you're just gonna have to deal with it."

Thinks it should be illegal to look good in a work uniform, but there you are

You guys are cooking and you're so impressed by how well he does at separating the fat from the meat

You are so horribly bad at it that Shuhua looks like an expert 💔💔

"Jay I think you need to help her, she's massacring the product."

Ok girl are you a host or a wingman

But he does, telling you to adjust your grip on the knife, reaching over to show you how to do it better which has you blushing like crazy

You guys are partnered up trying to give away samples against shuhua which is where you shine bc people just can't stay away from you especially when you pout and ask 'pretty please?'

Jay doesn't blame them, he's ready to buy everything in the store from you

One of the girls doesn't bat an eye at you when you beg but you're desperate so you yell after her

"Look how handsome my partner is, don't you want to come buy something from us?"

The girl comes back but Jay can't even be flattered bc he's too busy freaking out that you think he's cute

"Did you really mean that?" He asks you after filming

"Of course I did, I'm not blind."

So he asks for your number and ofc you give it to him

Jake

It’s some sort of school setting show

You guys are paired up against Jay and another member of your group as the four of you compete with trivia questions

You’re all English speakers, so they make you answer everything in English and since we’re already being delulu let’s say you have an English accent bc we know Jake loves that

You have to yell at him to lock in because when you start trying to reason out the question he’s so focused on your voice that he isn’t listening to a word you say

You guys are getting whooped by the other team

That is until your member makes a joke about you saying how your ideal type is a smart guy

Bro instantly locks tf in

“October 23rd, 2016”

“That is correct! Team Hot Accents gets another point as they make an impressive comeback!”

Yes that’s your team name, you both have hot accents and you know it 🤷‍♀️

You get so excited every time you guys score a point that you’re practically bouncing in your seat cheering and giving him high fives

You answer a few questions after that but he’s definitely carrying you guys and he could not be happier about it

“Don’t worry y/n, I got you. Just sit there and look pretty.” 😍

By the end you guys are tied and the hosts ask you to give your partner a good luck charm as he and Jay face off for the last question

You contemplate kissing his cheek before realizing that would probably get you murdered on twitter so you settle for giving his hand a squeeze after interlocking your fingers post high five

When he gets the question right he runs over and picks you up to spin you around in celebration

The editors definitely put some incriminating caption like [a very overexcited reaction from the golden retriever] that fans laugh at him for afterwards

But he doesn’t care bc you were in his arms and that’s all that matters ‼️

After filming you’re like “wow Jake you’re so smart do you want to hang out sometime?”

YEP YEP YEP YES HE DOES

Sunghoon

You guys were both ex figure skaters, so they had you guys film an episode at a rink

They got both of you a new version of one of your old costumes, and sunghoon was immediately red at the sight of you in the sparkling dress with a little cut out on the side

You both spent the first few minutes just running around on the ice, enjoying being back

The hosts had a list of skills they read out and then made each of you try

It only made sunghoon's crush bigger watching you move so gracefully, and he grinned so big whenever you'd compliment him

"Woah, he's still really good!"

Towards the end they had you try partner moves, everyone cheering when you guys synced up so well in the turns and twists

“Woah they look really good together! It’s like fate they move at the exact same time!”

They even let you try a stunt, and sunghoon became a stuttering mess when he put his hand on your waist where the cut out in your costume was

"Is- is this ok? I don't want to drop you, but we could skip it if you want."

"Of course it's ok!"

He's so touched at the amount of trust you put in him while trying out partner tricks

And it's rightfully placed considering the time you guys mess up he makes sure to change the angle of your fall so that he takes the brunt of the impact instead of of you

You apologize so many times, including going up to him after filming to thank him again

"Is there anything I can do to thank you?"

"How about a date?"

Sunoo

Who knows why the show paired you guys up

Maybe they saw the media attention from your brief waves to each other at an award show and the viral ‘bite me’ challenge you did together

But they bring both of you to a cafe set and you have to make coffees and such before being interviewed

You’d worked at a coffee shop predebut so at one point you reach over and grab his hand to adjust the way he holds the cup under the milk steamer

The editors zoom in on his red face while you turn around and practically sprint away

Your last task before the interview is to make a drink for the other person while they film a confessional about you

You’re sitting there stuttering over your words as an explanation as to why you ran after helping him earlier and how kind he was when you filmed your tiktok together last time

Meanwhile, sunoo is asking the staff for help to make your super specific and stupidly difficult drink order that he knows from watching your interviews

He pretends it was casual and easy once he joins you at the table, setting the cup down in front of you like he didn’t restart it 3 times

“This is my favorite coffee!! I didn’t even remember them teaching us this!”

“Wow that’s so weird, lucky me I guess”

He tried to be nonchalant but it was NOT working

He literally lets out a giggle as soon as you drink it and do a little happy dance when it’s exactly how you like

When the interviewer asks about your relationship (bringing up the award show wave) Sunoo says that you guys are casual friends but he hopes you can become closer after filming together

To which you respond ABSOLUTELY and promise to wave at him at every schedule you see him

That’s enough for his weak heart for one day so he doesn’t end up following up after the cameras stopped

but you kept your promise and after a few months of excited waves and animated conversations at award shows he secures your number and a date

Jungwon

He’s too responsible to risk anything by talking about his crush on you but once in a live you said you really admired him because you couldn’t imagine having to lead your group while being one of the youngest members

(He saved the video and probably replayed it about fifty times afterwards)

But that was enough to make one of the shows want you guys together !!

Which is how you end up trailing behind him through a creepy dark building while scare actors try to freak you guys out

Bro was not excited for this but he is doing his best bc YOU NEED HIM ‼️

You are so close to his back that he can feel your body heat and when someone jumps out you practically climb on his back

You apologize profusely afterwards, but he waves it off, offering you his arm to grasp onto for the rest of the time

You say in a confessional part that you were scared out of your mind but it was bearable bc Jungwon was there

“He was so brave and cool, it made me feel so much better!”

He isn’t even scared anymore, he’s just mad bc they’re intentionally making you upset so his cute angry face pops out and the two of you make it through the whole haunted house in record time

Afterwards he tells you that he hopes he wasn’t mean or anything, he was just upset they were scaring you

He was mad at them for doing their jobs 💔 rip

But that just made you appreciate him more

“Can I treat you to lunch one day? To thank you for taking such good care of me?”

He MELTS, of course you can

Riki

You and him were both on a variety show to show the difference between maknaes

He was the image of a cool and mature maknae, while you were the giggly pink maknae of your group

He thought it was gonna be awkward bc the whole point of the show was how different you guys were, but you got along so easily

As soon as you started talking he was a GONER

He'd watch you answer a question and get so distracted looking at your face that the hosts would have to repeat the question for him to respond to after 😭

So much for being cool

They ask him how he feels about aegyo to which he describes how passionately he hates it

So they make you do aegyo for him to see if he reacts

HE DOES

Homeboy starts blushing without even realizing it

It puts the biggest smile on his face that they tease him about for the rest of the show

You tell him you'll give him lessons in it if he wants while live and that's how he approaches you after

"You probably need my number to set up those lessons right?"

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lemonlover1110 · 1 year ago

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𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘!

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Summary: Toji doesn't want another baby, and there's nothing you can do about it, so you come to terms with it.

Warnings: Pure Fluff

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Toji doesn’t get baby fever. Out of the two of you, you’re the only one that squeals around a cute baby. Toji already knows parenthood, and he’s changed way too many diapers and done way too many late night feedings to know that he never wants to do them again.

Babies are cute, but at this point in life, he’d rather just be an uncle. He gets to hold and play with the baby, but gets to give them back when an accident happens. Unclehood is much better than parenthood, dare he say. He gets to do all the fun stuff and none of the bad stuff.

He doesn’t really want to do it all again, and there’s nothing that you can do to change his mind.

“Toji!” You yell from Megumi’s bedroom, and the man walks to the bedroom, annoyed. The man loves you to death, but he hears his name way too many times in this home.

He sighs, leaning against the doorframe as you open up a box. He makes his annoyance clear as he asks, “What?”

“I’m cleaning out Megumi’s closet, and look what I found.” You hold up the cutest onesie, one that fit six month old baby Megumi, something that feels like eons ago. Toji raises his brows, a smile coming to his lips.

“What? Are you thinking of having one?” Toji asks, and he’s surprised when you shake your head. It’s the first time you shake your head to that question. “Then what’s this?”

“Shouldn’t we donate it? Since we’re not having a baby, we don’t need these.” You tell him, and Toji can’t help but agree. There’s no way Megumi is going to fit into one of these onesies, even if he truly tried.

“Let me help you.” He says, sitting down on the floor with you. You look at him, perking up your brows.

“What came over you? Suddenly being so helpful.” You chuckle, and Toji rolls his eyes as he grabs a onesie from the box. Why does it feel so small? He didn’t recall them being so small. “Who are you and what did you do with my husband?”

“Whatever happened to you wanting a baby? Who are you and what did you do with my wife?” Toji responds, wondering why now of all time you aren’t blabbering about how a baby would be a perfect addition to the house. These clothes are just so small and so adorable…

“I mean, we agreed to not have kids when we got married since you were done with that. It’s just unfair of me to ask for a baby when I know you don’t want more… So I accepted it.” You smile at him, feeling proud of yourself for this newfound maturity. Toji’s glad you’ve come to terms with it, because he was sure getting sick of it.

He reaches into the box again, pulling out a pair of socks. He purses his lips together before looking at you. He didn’t remember babies having such small feet. “I’m glad that you–”

“I mean what’s even cool about babies? They’re cute, and nothing else. Then you have to…” You continue talking about the cons of babies, while Toji pulls out more and more clothes from the box. It seems to be getting smaller and smaller. His heart gets weaker with each item and he fights back the wicked thoughts. He can’t possibly be having… baby fever.

“Babies aren’t that great. Never have I looked at Megumi and thought ‘Oh I wish you were a stinky baby again.’ ” Toji says, but he pauses when he realizes that he’s had that thought before, way too many times. You chuckle before you quietly continue your task. Toji chews on the inside of his cheek, when he realizes something that he wishes he could push out of his mind.

He doesn’t want to be the one to bring it up, but you said you were done with asking. The umpteenth time is the charm or whatever they say. Toji hopes that by saying, “Oh, Megumi was just the chubbiest and sleepiest baby.” You’ll come to your senses. You have to go back to your duty of being the wife that annoys her husband for a baby, and this time around he’ll finally agree.

“Yeah, they’re sleepy until it’s three in the morning, then they’ll wake up.” You argue, not noticing what Toji is trying to do.

“He had the cutest sneezes.” Toji brings up.

“Yeah, means they’re sick because they put their hands on everything and then shove them in their mouths.”

“He was so cute when he laughed…”

“Have you heard how they cry? That easily outweighs that.” You don’t even notice how he’s putting the clothes back into the box. You keep taking out the same clothes, wondering why he had so many of the same set.

“For fuck’s sake! I want a baby.” Toji finally confesses, ashamed that he’s the one that has to bring it up. Your eyes widen, a smile coming to your lips before you practically jump on him to kiss him.

You kiss him over and over again, and Toji doesn’t want to fight you on it right now, but he has to put his hand over your lips when he senses the kiss leading to something else. He tells you, “Not in Megumi’s bedroom.”

“Right.” You laugh out of embarrassment, getting up from the floor and giving him a hand to do the same.

He’s never seen you use so much force before as you drag him out of the bedroom. But it’s nice to see that you hadn’t really changed your mind, after all, that makes his job easier.

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kitkatscabinet · 2 months ago

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SING FOR ME BABY

Summary: The Batboys with a famous musician for an s/o

Pairings: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake x fem! reader.

DICK GRAYSON: Nu Metal

Everyone expects him to end up with a popstar, if anyone famous, someone typically feminine/fashionable to match his charm. They forget they're talking about the og crashout kid. After the incident that sees him stepping away from Robin and, subsequently, Bruce, he spends months thrashing bands like Limp Bizkit and Linkin Park

It's Roy that ends up introducing him to your band when he's suddenly unable to attend the concert he'd gotten tickets for. In typical Dick fashion, he forgets all about it until the day, attending on a whim and becoming a little mortified when he realises 1) he doesn't know any of your songs & 2) you're gorgeous. And oh my god, you're looking at him. You're laughing at him he swears!

He watches you smash a guitar into smithereens like it's nothing and he thinks he's in love. Actually shoves someone out of the way to catch the pick you throw.

It's you who slides into his DM's after the show, one of your bandmates having recognised him. He asks you out almost immediately, who cares if it's a little desperate? This man is determined to have you hanging off his arm by the next Wayne gala.

Being in a band lends you at least some anonymity outside of your fanbase, all of which is completely shattered once you go public with Dick. Not just because he's a Wayne and therefore pretty famous himself, but because he's so obsessed with showing you off, playing your music for anyone that will listen (and the people that don't want to).

JASON TODD: Pop

You're passing through Gotham whilst on tour when the inevitable happens, someone takes the opportunity to kidnap you. Enter the Red Hood, who just happened to be in the area.

Despite the hyperfeminine persona you display for your audiences, you know how to throw a punch. Which is the sight that greets Jason as he bursts through the window of one of the hundreds of warehouses in Gotham picked out by the amateur kidnappers, you, kicking the shit out of a thug whilst still in high heels.

For a few seconds, he forgets he's supposed to be saving you, too busy watching the woman decked out in pink sequins and glittery makeup kick ass. He gets his head in the game when a gun gets pulled and he's pulling you into his arms (totally unnecessary but he's not gonna pass up the opportunity. Hopes you don't notice how bricked up he is.)

You give his helmet a kiss of thanks afterwards, leaving a glossy mark whilst slipping him your number, neither of which he notices until hours later after a full day of patrol. He's never regretted the helmet over the domino mask more.

He can't exactly show his face in your music videos, but you can bet your ass he's not gonna let anybody but himself play the sexy muscular dude touching you up in them.

TIM DRAKE: Indie/alternative

He is the type of guy who sits with his iPad, phone, personal laptop, and even the bat computer open as he waits to snag tickets to your concert. He's getting those motherfucking backstage VIP passes if it kills him (or he has to kill someone else to get them).

Actually cries when he somehow still fails to secure one. Damian takes a photo and posts it on Twitter. Tim's too distraught to even care, that is until you message him. One of your friends showed you the post, and you thought he was cute. Bruce bursts into his room when he suddenly hears hysterical screaming, convinced his son is being murdered, only to back away slowly when Tim yells something about VIP tickets and some singer.

Nearly faints when you ask him out on a date after the show. He's sweaty, dishevelled and a massive mess after having a near-religious experience from hearing you live. He's honestly not convinced he's still alive, blacks out for a few seconds before all but screaming yes! in your face.

This man is your no.1 stan, and yes, that's a title he regularly defends on social media. Especially after you begin dating. Constantly gets into fights with the legions of lesbians who are distraught that you've got a boyfriend.

#x reader #batfamily x reader #jason todd x reader #dick grayson x reader #tim drake x reader #female reader #dc x female reader #jason todd x fem!reader #tim drake x fem!reader #dick grayson x female!reader #fem reader #dc x reader

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hemmingsleclerc · 1 year ago

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Scandal! pt2┃CL16-MV1

part 2!!! is all yours, thank u sm for the love and support for this work

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f1_gossip This afternoon Y/N uploaded a story to her Instagram account in which only she appeared on the beach, but her mother uploaded a video to her stories this afternoon where you could see Y/N, Max and Y/N's little sister, relaxing in the water. But Max uploaded a post where his family was seen right there, letting us understand that both families went out for a little getaway! Could it be that both drivers are in some type of relationship? What do you think?

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cha_yn the fact that I thought these two were gonna get married kills me

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f1_gossip OH MY GOD! After the accident between the Ferrari and the Red Bull, a completely angry Max went to look for Leclerc and fans captured the moment when Max started pushing and yelling at Charles. Was all this simply because of the race or something else?

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f1_gossip oh, my. It's official, charles and aurora both unfollowed each other, please let's make a toast

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saymio · 4 months ago

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Who's most likely to force reader to sleep with someone for money. Basically forcing her into prostitution.

Hwang inho

Thanos

Nam gyu

Myung gyi

Player 388

Player 246

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A/N: omg??I LOVE REQUESTS LIKE THIS I make them quickly n I have fun nyehehhehe.

contains: thanos, namgyu, inho, gyeongseok, daeho

Thanos

I see him doing this the most, does not gaf about what happens to you, doesn't even try guilt tripping you into saying yes he just tells you the two of you need more money and that you're going to sleep with guys for it one random night. you cry and plead for him to not do it for actual hours but he ignores you and basically turns into your pimp and keeps all the money you make from then on. "its for us baaabee" is all he tells you when you express concerns about what he's spending all the money on...and of course you believe your sweet boyfriend.. when your landlord personally came to your apartment door and told the two of you that you were late 4 months of rent you exploded. this was the first time you stood up for yourself, yelling at Thanos and asking why he even needed the money if it wasn't for 'us'. Thanos just found this amusing and funny. he paid the late rent and forced you to keep selling yourself off. more than before. now you're just stuck in this loop of sex work with no way out..you knew Thanos would kill you if you left..

2. Namgyu

he's similar to Thanos, but less aggressive about it and manipulates you more into it. uses your financial position as a reason to start doing it. (that he's the reason you're in) will try to sway you into it as well, "just for a weeekk you're debt will be covered and you could live the normal live you've always wanted babbyy." he'll say all this while he's hugging your back and whispering it into your ear. if that doesn't work he'll start using his position to convince you. "we need the money babe!! I'm broke, I can barely afford food. if you start doing this we'll have enough for my debts and food...don't you want me to be happy?" he'll beg and beg for weeks until you finally give in. once you do he basically does what Thanos does but only give you a small portion of the money telling you "its all we made" when it clearly wasn't.. but you believed him, your boyfriend wouldn't force you into this just so he could take the money for himself!! doesn't even use if for his debt or said food he was so lacking of. he just buys drugs and nice things, ingoring the fact he has a group of men going for his neck.. he doesn't let you stop once you say your week is over, he forced you to keep going and if you quit he'll leak all the videos he took to everyone you knew.... so you really had no choice but to keep doing this until he thinks he's had enough money.

3. Inho

i don't see him forcing you into sex work in person, but I see him forcing you to sell your nudes and sex clips online just for the fun of it. he obviously doesn't need the money to take care of you or himself he just finds it amusing how uncomfortable and upset you get from it. will take tons of photos and videos of you on his cock while you beg him to stop and that it makes you uncomfortable. he loves seeing you in pain, it turns him on like crazy. will force you to read all the comments and messages you get from your little twitter account, he doesn't understand why you're so upset!! random guys on the internet think you're hot and would fuck you any day of the week just like him. what's the problem with that? will buy you a ton of tiny lingerie and toys and lock you into a room for hours until you make a certain amount of content for your 'fans'. doesn't like to admit it but he jerks off to your photos almost every night

4. Gyeong seok

he wouldn't do it unless he REALLY needs it..like now. he wouldn't be like namgyu or thanos that takes all the money just for nice things but uses it so he can put food on the table and pay his daughters medical bills. will 100% manipulate you into it, but it'd be really subtle. "you know how nayeon is really sick right...she really needs the money.. i- im sorry for asking but would you ever like..sleep with a man for money.." acts like he'd accept no as an answer but really wouldn't, he knows this money is valuable and will do anything to have you say yes. "nayeon would be really happy if she could finally treat her cancer" "nayeon's been really hungry these days" uses his daughter as more reason why you should say yes. you're his girlfriend and you love nayeon, right? you should do this small favor for her... you end up saying yes only after a few weeks and gyeong seok doesn't make it a secret that he wants to take all the money so he can put food on the table and pay the important stuff for his and his daughters needs. he thought you'd fight back but you just accepted it, you wanted to help your boyfriend and maybe by doing this he'd finally marry you once he gets back on his feet like he tells you.. he doesn't really know how to feel about you sleeping with other men but he knows he's the reason for it so he cant complain.. 100% fucks you again when you get home so you remember who you actually belong to. it makes you feel better about everything that's happening.. wont force you to keep selling yourself off once he pays off everything he needs, will just try his best to provide for both and nayeon like he should be doing.

5. daeho

he doesnt, I KNOW! IM SORRY! I KNOW BORING, THROW TOMATOES ALL U WANT!! I just don't see him doing this like AT ALL. would rather work 6 jobs at the same time than ever force you into something like this.

A/N: I feel like this highkey sucks but oh well. noeul fic is prolly dropping today or tmr doe YAY #writersblock

TAGLIST: @pollys-doublelife @gongyoosgf

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certifiedcodbabygirl · 1 year ago

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Simon Riley who realizes how much he fucked up and that maybe therapy isn't such a bad idea

AN: Lil bit longer than usual, but it's been on my mind

Art credit to SubsurfaceChaos on Twitter

Something was off with him all day. It wasn't too noticeable until he began distancing himself, getting irritated at being around anyone. You confronted him, simply trying to see if you could help or maybe provide comfort, and fuck did that backfire.

He was sitting in the living room watching whatever was on the channel, but it's not like he was paying attention to it. Thoughts and feelings of the deployment he just came back from a few days ago build up, irritation filling him like water in a bathtub. He doesn't usually have flashbacks or anything like that, the military would discharge him if he had PTSD, but some days he thinks too much.

He didn't even notice you coming in until you were sitting next to him. He snaps out of his thoughts just to meet your soft eyes. You sat on the other end of the couch, not wanting to crowd him too much while he's like this.

"What." He deadpans, voice devoid of all emotion.

Yeah something's definitely up.

"What's wrong, Si? Somethin' been messing with you today?" You ask gently, not wanting to come off as if you're accusing him.

He gives you and irritated look, suggesting you drop it, "Nothin', 'm fine"

You're not stupid. He tends to need a little push in order to open up.

"I know you're not", tone still soft, "I'm not trying to irritate you or anything, I ju-"

"Well you certainly got an affinity for it" He snaps, "Drop it"

You inhale, trying to not take his words personally, "Si, I'm your girlfriend, it's kinda my job to check in with you"

The bathtub overflows.

"You can't listen, can you? I said drop it, fuckin' 'ell" He stands up from the couch and walks to the kitchen, trying to create distance.

"Simon I'm just trying to help, I'm not here to make things harder for you" You try to reason with him, swallowing the lump in your throat.

You follow him into the kitchen but still give him space. He doesn't say anything back, a small part of him knowing you're right but the larger part won't connect to that. Pouring a class of orange juice, he keeps his back to you.

"Si-"

"Can you shut up for once?! Can you? I said bloody drop it. It's not up for discussion!" He sets the cup on the counter with a thud and snaps at you, "You're always fuckin' naggin' at me, clearly not takin' a bloody hint. Jesus Christ"

That shuts you up. The lump in your throat intensifies, tears beginning to form in your eyes. He's never yelled at you like that before. Sure, he's had bursts of irritation during arguments, but he's worked hard to make sure he never treats you how you don't deserve.

"Why are you yelling at me? All I'm doing is trying to be there for you" You ask quietly, voice not really allowing you to speak louder. a couple tears fall down your face, and your nose begins to get stuffed up. You try to quietly sniffle but he still hears it. He hangs his head down and groans quietly.

"Now you're fuckin' cryin'. Great."

Not wanting to be around him much longer, you turn to leave, "Come find me when you're calmer", Your voice betrays you and cracks a little.

You walk away and go upstairs to your shared bedroom. Once you close the door, the crying begins. His words cut through you like a knife, a deep pressure-like hurt seeping through your chest. Sobs rack your body yet you still try to be quiet, not wanting him to hear. You know he's gonna snap out of it and fuckin hate himself for what he did. You know he loves you, and if he were in his right mind he would have never uttered a single degrading word to you.

You slip into bed and lay there, crying. You guessed he would be up anytime soon and the smell of him on the pillows was both comforting and hurtful.

Downstairs though, Simon was fucking fuming. Seeing you go up the stairs, lip quivering, evaporated every bit of him anger. He groans loudly and throws an arm over his eyes.

'How fuckin' stupid can you be? How the fuck can you speak to her like that?'

He removes his arm and leans against the counter, arms crossed over his chest. You've stuck through with him since the moment you meet. Never once judged his off stand-ish behavior and learned to find ways to work with him. He cherished you so wholly, feeling what he thought he never would. You came into his life and slowly broke down his walls, allowing you to see him apart from his exterior.

He thought he was going to lose you. Sure, you had arguments before, but he had never purposefully tried to hurt you. Knowing that he did made his stomach churn, nausea kicking in. 2 years of the best relationship (not that there were very many before you) all to be broken down, at least what he thought, because he was pissed off.

'Maybe I should fuckin' go to therapy.'

Let's be honest, he could use it. He tried to go through it before but just quit due to how uncomfortable it made him. He figured he was on his own, all before you, and there was no one to deal with his bullshit besides him. Now he has someone who he cares about so much that it doesn't matter if he's uncomfortable. He'd rather be uncomfortable than never be with you again.

He gathers the balls to go upstairs and carefully opens the door. He's met with the sight of you curled up, your sniffles being the only sound in the room.

"Go away" You call out, although not too loudly. Your voice is wobbly and stuffy.

He'd think it was adorable, had he not been the one to cause it. He walks to the opposite side of the bed and gets in, spooning you. He kisses your hair so gently it would give you butterflies if you weren't so upset.

"I'm so sorry, love. I haven't a clue why I did that to you and you didn't deserve a single lick of it." He feels the small burn in his nose as he starts tearing up a little, "I promise it'll never happen again"

You sniffle as more tears fall, the pain sticking to you despite his words.

"I wasn't trying to piss you off" You whisper.

"I know baby, it wasn't you. I promise it wasn't. Could never be that mad at you" He says softly, a tear falling. He grips you a little bit tighter and kisses the back of your neck, trying to bring comfort to both of you.

"Then why did you yell at me? I've never heard you like that before."

He sighs, "Been thinkin' 'bout what happened while I was gone and it came out at you. 'M gonna go back to therapy 'n try to fix what ever the hell is wrong with me" He kisses your neck again, " 'M gonna do better, gonna be better"

He's not stupid, he knows his words aren't gonna go away overnight. He knows how much you love him, even if he doesn't understand it, and knows hearing that from him hurts more than it would anyone else. He knows you're gonna be affected by them for a bit and he's prepared to fix it. Anything for his love.

You turn around so you're both still on your sides but you're cuddled into his chest. Wasting no time, not even hesitating, he wraps his arms around you and holds you tight. He lets out a sigh of relief, knowing this is your way of accepting his apology. He softly kisses your forehead and cheek, whispering how much he loves you and how it's gonna be better.

He knows he can't run from his issues anymore and for once he's ready to face them.

#call of duty modern warfare #cod x reader #ghost cod #simon riley #cod simon riley #cod ghost #ghost mw2 #ghost call of duty #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x reader hurt/ comfort #cod hurt/comfort #ghost x reader hurt/ comfort #cod angst #simon riley x reader angst #ghost cod angst

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holyhadesimweird · 5 months ago

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the butterfly effect

photo from rorokonaa on twitter

captain curly x reader

trigger warnings : mentions of attempted sa/abuse (not really specified) and jimmy

summary : a butterfly effect in which curly steps up the moment he can after finding out something happened to you, causing the events of the game to never happen.

note : i have not written fanfic in many years, i'm so sorry and this is warning my writing may be dogass still or even worse than it was before. anyways, enjoy!

the moment anya speaks your name when informing him something happened to one of the crew mates, he runs. his heart has never beat so fast in his life, curly thinks he may die if he doesn't reach you.

as he runs to the cockpit, curly's mind races to an image of what anya's face looked like when she told him something happened to you. that bruise on her face scared the shit out of him.

was jimmy a bad man this entire time? after knowing him for so many years curly wants to doubt it, but the image of anya and knowing you were in danger because of jimmy doesn't allow him to even doubt that jimmy is a horrible man.

as he runs, daisuke and sawnsea see him and decide to run after him. neither of them are fast enough to keep up with curly's desperate running and are left behind.

curly can hear jimmy yelling and your sobs as he approaches the cockpit, making him push forward and into the cockpit when the door opens.

"what did you do to her?!" curly yells as he pushes jimmy away from your curled up frame in the corner of the room.

"nothing at all captain, i came to check on her-" jimmy is cut off as curly's fist makes contact with his jaw.

"bull-fucking-shit you liar. anya came directly to me after you hit her and i could hear you yelling at her. if you move, i will kick your teeth in." curly threatened.

it was at this moment daisuke and swansea's footsteps could be heard approaching the cockpit. as they reached the doorway, anya' lighter footsteps could be heard as well.

"what in the fuck is happening?" swansea questions.

"swansea, pick him up and take him to the kitchen. do not let him out of your sight until i come see you. daisuke, stay with him and watch too." curly orders.

"but curly-" jimmy tries.

"no, we're gonna talk about what you did. there will be a punishment." curly states as swansea grabs jimmy, not saying a word as him and daisuke take him to the kitchen.

"thank you for helping. i- i- didn't know what else to do." anya says quietly, kneeling down beside you. your sobs have quieted down but it broke curly's heart seeing you like this.

"thank you so much curly, i owe you so much. he- he kept trying to do things to me but i kept fighting and he hit me again right before you came in. i think he-" you rambled.

"listen to me, you don't owe me anything. i'll kick his teeth in before he goes near you again. i'm so sorry he-." curly kneels. he takes your hand and anya quietly gets up to leave for you two to have a moment alone.

"i was so scared i was going to lose you. i'm so sorry this happened and i wish i could go back in time to protect you. i'm here now and i won't let anything else happen to you. you're the most important thing to me and i can't bear losing you." curly rushes and stands up. "i'm going to make things right."

anya is stood outside of the room and makes her way inside to stay with you as curly marches towards the kitchen.

once he arrives in the kitchen he can see that swansea and daisuke have tied up jimmy who is yelling and trashing against the ropes. making his way to where they all are, curly decided on what to do.

"shut up and listen to me jimmy. you do not deserve to be free after this. you will be locked, barricaded, i don't care, in your room until this job is finished. it does not matter that pony express is kicking the can, because you'll be rotting right along with them in prison when we get back on earth. i'll make sure of it." curly spits out to jimmy.

"you don't deserve to be captain, i was going to be the hero in this story and you ruined it! i had a plan!" jimmy exclaims. "i was going to-" jimmy was cut off as swansea stands up from where he was sitting.

"you're insane. daisuke, come help me." swansea says eerily calmly.

when curly finally finds you after locking jimmy up in his room and leaving daisuke and swansea to guard. you're in your quarters, on your bed sleeping with anya sitting next to you, clearly on edge as she jumps when curly enters your room.

"thank you anya, for everything." curly says, offering her a smile and a hug.

"she's my friend and you both mean the world to me. when i realized i wouldn't be able to fight him off and help her, i knew i had to get help. i wish i could've done more." she says.

"you did your best and did the right thing. without you, who knows what could've happened. i'm just extremely sorry i didn't believe you at first when you tried warning me about him." he thanks and apologizes.

"i'll leave you two alone. goodnight captain."

curly takes a seat where anya was sitting and takes your hand.

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"curly? curly!"

curly swears he hears someone call his name and blinks awake. the sight in front of him is other worldly and he wants to bask in it forever. you look beautiful despite everything that happened recently and he's happy to see you smiling at him.

"hey big man. thank you for protecting me, i don't know how to thank you. anya told me what you did with..... him. thank you." you thank him.

"it's the least i could do. you're important to me and i would do anything for you." he says sincerely. "...listen, i don't want to ruin this, but i have to go check on something in the cockpit. i'll be right back."

"of course, i can join you for the walk. but i might have to stay behind a little bit." you say.

"that is perfectly fine. we can go at your pace. i have to keep an eye on the controls for the next day, autopilot detected a possibility of needing course correction. let's go make sure we don't crash."

grabbing your hand, you and curly slowly but surely make your way to the cockpit to contact the company and to correct the autopilot route.

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it takes time, but by the end of the tulpar's journey, you are able to navigate the entirety of the ship without being scared.

you and curly become closer and he attempts to have a romantic dinner with you to ask you to be his significant other, but it doesn't go according to plan. however, you two love joking and talking about how the night you became an official couple.

having jimmy on the ship is hard for the entire crew for the rest of the journey, but when landing on earth and seeing law enforcement ready to take jimmy away, it feels like a weight has been lifted from the entire crew.

#thanks for reading!#i haven't done this in a while #mouthwashing #mouthwashing x reader #captain curly x reader #curly x reader #mouthwashing fic

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octaneink · 1 month ago

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Hips don't lie

Will Lenney x Reader

Summary: Will doesn't feel very confident for the match, the Reader helps him practice. Warnings: Bit of make out at the start but nothing descriptive nor sexual and its implied that the Reader knows football Notes: Based on this request, I hope you dont mind that I went in this direction! Not to sure about this one, to quoute James Acaster "Started makin it. Had a breakdown. Bon appetite." football is hard as fawk

The credits of Shaun of the Dead danced across the screen, painting the dim living room in erratic bursts of blue and grey. Empty popcorn bowls littered the coffee table, their buttery scent mingling with the sticky-sweet residue of spilt soda. Will’s laughter from the film’s final joke still lingered, but now his knee bounced restlessly, his fingers drumming a staccato rhythm on his jeans. You tilted your head, studying him—the way his gaze clung to the paused screen, avoiding yours, and the tension in his jaw sharp enough to cut glass.

“Out with it,” you said, nudging his slipper with your socked foot. The couch groaned as you leaned closer. “You’ve been jumpier than a squirrel on espresso.”

He lobbed a lone popcorn kernel at you—a weak shot, missing entirely. It skittered under the couch. “Twitchy? I’m Zen. Practically meditating.”

“Sure. And I’m the Queen,” you deadpanned, snatching the remote off his thigh. The screen froze on Simon Pegg’s blood-smeared face, mid-yell. Will’s grin faltered, and his throat bobbed as he picked at a loose thread on his hoodie sleeve. You waited, elbow propped on the sofa back, until the thread snapped.

“Simon asked me to play in the Sidemen charity match,” he blurted, voice strained with faux nonchalance.

“That’s brilliant!” You grinned, but his flinch cut you short. His knuckles whitened around the cushion.

“Last time…” He huffed a laugh, sharp and brittle. “Last time, Twitter had a field day. ‘WillNE? More like WillNOT.’ Trended for three days. Three. Days.” His imitation of the trolls was pitch-perfect, but his smile didn’t reach his eyes. It flickered to the floor, where the rogue popcorn kernel glinted in the dim light. “Now they want me at Wembley. In front of—Christ, millions. What if I…” He trailed off, jaw clenching.

You shifted closer, knees brushing. The heat of his arm against yours steadied the room. “That was a year ago. It’s different now, you’ve done more in terms of overall fitness. You’re quicker now. Smarter.”

“And if I faceplant? Become a national joke?” The raw edge in his voice pricked at your chest.

“Then you’ll be the funny face plant. Memes for days.” You nudged him, earning a half-hearted eye roll. “But you won’t. Blocking’s about reading your opponent. It’s simple, I’ll teach you.”

His brow arched. “Says the klutz who trips on flat ground.”

You hurled a throw pillow. He caught it, grin widening, and the room’s tension dissolved like sugar in tea.

“Fine,” he sighed, lobbing the pillow back. “But if we’re doing this—”

You lunged, toppling him into the cushions. His laugh burst free, warm and startled, as your socks tangled and the TV’s static hum faded beneath your pulse. “—We start with jockeys,” you declared, nose inches from his.

“Tyrant,” he muttered, but the protest dissolved as his palms slid around your hips. His thumbs pressed into the hollows just above your waistband—a searing imprint through the thin fabric of your shirt. You stiffened, every nerve crackling at the contact, his calluses catching on the ribbed hem like a struck match.

His breath hitched when your knee accidentally brushed his thigh. Distract him. Keep it light. You forced a smirk, tilting your chin up. “Scared I’ll beat you?”

His grip tightened reflexively, fingers digging into the soft curve of your hipbone. A shiver skittered down your spine. “You wish,” he scoffed, but his voice had gone low, frayed at the edges. The earlier tension in his shoulders had melted, replaced by a coiled heat that made your throat dry.

“You’re doing the thing,” he said softly, his gaze dropped to your lips, then flicked back up, a flicker of mischief cutting through the shadows under his eyes.

“What thing?”

“Your nose.” His thumb brushed the slope of it, feather-light. “Scrunches when you’re scheming. Like a rabbit with a vendetta.”

You swatted his hand away, cheeks burning. “Piss off—”

He kissed you. Deep and languid, his lips parting yours with a sigh that tasted of salt and the ghost of artificial butter. Your fingers twisted into his hoodie, cotton bunching beneath your grip as the world tilted—his tongue tracing the seam of your mouth, slow and deliberate, like he was mapping a route he planned to revisit. His hands slid up your back, calloused palms skimming the ridges of your ribs through your shirt, and your breath hitched. Everywhere he touched sparked, a live wire beneath your skin, and when you bit his lower lip—just a teasing nip—he groaned, low and throaty.

Not yet, your brain hissed, even as your hips pressed closer, even as his thumbs dug into the dimples above your waistband, anchoring you against him. The static hum of the paused TV blurred into white noise, replaced by the ragged symphony of his breaths, your pulse, and the creak of the couch as he shifted to deepen the kiss. His earlier hesitance had dissolved into something reckless, hungry, as he murmured, “Christ, you’re—”

You didn’t let him finish.

When you finally broke apart, his forehead rested against yours, sweat-damp and trembling. His cheeks were flushed, pupils blown wide enough to swallow the room’s dim light, but his grin was pure mischief. “I don’t know how good a coach you can be,” he rasped, thumb brushing the smudged corner of your lip. “You’re too distracting.”

The dizzying warmth in your chest flared—a wildfire threatening to burn through your resolve. You shoved him back against the cushions, ignoring the way your traitorous hands lingered on his chest, the heat of him seeping through his hoodie. “Jokeys first,” you said, voice steadier than you felt. “First thing tomorrow.”

He flopped backward, arm slung over his eyes in mock defeat. “Cruel. Absolutely cruel.” But his laugh was bright, unburdened, “Though I trust you, teach me how to not die at Wembley.”

The pitch squatted between a dual carriageway and a Lidl car park, its chain-link fence trembling under the lash of a north-easterly wind. March in London wasn’t spring—it was winter’s spiteful encore. Frost clung to the dead grass in jagged lace, and the penalty area had become a boggy quagmire from last night’s sleet. A deflated football lay stranded near the corner flag, half-submerged in a puddle slicked with rainbow petrol.

You found Will leaning against his car, hands shoved deep into his pockets, hood pulled tight against the weather. His breath plumed in the air as he squinted at the pitch. “This is where England’s future dies, then?”

“This is where you learn a new skill,” you corrected, slinging your kit bag over the fence. The metal rattled like a cage. “Pitch is alive. Listen to it.”

He snorted. “Alive? It’s wheezing.”

You let the silence stretch, the wind filling it with the groan of distant traffic. A crisp packet skittered across the centre circle, snagging on a tuft of frost-bitten grass. Finally, he shoved off the car, muttering, “Should’ve stayed at home.”

The first touch was a disaster. Will’s boot sank into the mud, the ball squirting sideways like a bar of soap. He stumbled, arms pinwheeling, and you bit back a laugh. “Lovely pirouette. Swan Lake at Wembley, yeah?”

“Piss off,” he grumbled, but his lips twitched.

For twenty minutes, you drilled him on stance—knees bent, weight forward, stop standing like a lamppost. The wind stole his curses as he wobbled, overcorrected, and nearly face-planted. By the time his shadow began to resemble something competent, the sleet returned—needle-sharp, horizontal—and the pitch became a slurry of ice and gluey earth.

You tossed him the ball. “Eyes up.”

He stared at it like it owed him money. “Why?”

“Because”, you said, stepping close enough to see the sleet caught in his lashes, “Harry’s not your nan. He won’t care if you slip. He’ll just take the ball.”

The ball skidded, the wind howled, and the real work began.

“Eyes up, remember?” you said, tapping your temple. “Not on the ball. Not yet.”

He dragged his gaze to your face, shoulders rigid. “Their eyes lie, hips don’t. Got it.”

“Good.” You feinted left, hips closed, and he shuffled sideways—too early. The ball rolled untouched through the gap he’d left. “Trust yourself. Watch mine.”

He groaned, kicking a clump of half-frozen mud. “Thought this was supposed to be simple.”

“It is. And you’re overcomplicating it.” You repositioned him, hands firm on his shoulders. “Feet wider. Knees bent. You’re not posing for a thumbnail.

He sank into a crouch, more gargoyle than athlete. “Happy?”

“Thrilled.” You stepped back, dribbling lazily. “Next—eyes on my hips. Ignore the ball. Ignore my feet. Just… react.”

You shifted left, hips snapping open. Will mirrored, a beat too slow, his boots skidding on frost. The ball slipped past, and he cursed, the sound swallowed by the growl of a passing gritter truck.

“Again”, you ordered.

By the fifth attempt, his movements grew less wooden. On the sixth, he anticipated your pivot, cutting off the angle with a grunt of effort. The ball ricocheted off his shin guard, vanishing into a puddle.

“There!” You jabbed a finger at him. “You saw it.”

“Saw your hip do a… thing.” He wiped his nose, red from the cold. “Still don’t get how this stops, Harry.”

“It helps you think and predict others’ movements.” You reclaimed the ball, spinning it under your heel. “By Friday, we’ll talk about huddling him toward the sidelines—that’s when you break his ankles.”

Will blinked. “Huddle?”

“Using the pitch like a cage. Force him where you want him.” You gestured to the chain-link fence, its rust bleeding onto the frost. “But that stuff’s for later. Right now…” You feinted right, hoping he’d pick up that your hips were falsely screaming go left, and Will bit hard, lunging. The ball slipped through, kissing the inside netting of the goal.

“Christ,” he muttered, hands braced on his knees. “Feels like learning to walk.”

You tossed him a water bottle, your voice softening. “Day One’s about trust. Trust your mind. Trust the pitch. The rest?” You nodded to the empty stands, where a lone pigeon pecked at a discarded crisp packet. “That’s just noise.”

He straightened, squinting at the goal. “Again.”

This time, when you danced forward, he held his ground—hips square, stance wide—though his fingers flexed at his sides like he was still arguing with himself. You juked left and right, your boots hissing over the frost, but he matched every feint, forcing you toward the touchline until your heel grazed the chain-link fence. The ball died in a slush pile, and his laugh burst free—bright and buoyant, a sound that carried the weight of unspoken relief.

“There you are,” you said, toeing the ball back to centre. It left a ragged brown scar across the ice.

He caught it mid-bounce, mud streaking his gloves. “Where’d I go?”

“Into your head. Again.” You nodded to the sodden turf. “But your feet stayed here. That’s… progress.”

He punted the ball skyward, its arc slicing through the sleet. “Progress? I just channelled prime Maldini.”

“Maldini wept during his first tackle.” You let the ball thud into the muck, untouched. “You’re drier. Marginally.”

He barked a laugh, but his gaze flicked to the goalposts, their nets sagging under the weight of old rain. “What’s tomorrow? You making me cry?”

“Depends.” You lobbed the ball at his chest, softer this time. He caught it, his reflexes sharper now, breath steady. “Tomorrow’s about why you held your ground today. Why you didn’t lunge.”

He rolled the ball under his palm, quiet for once. The wind gnawed at the silence, carrying the distant clatter of a train on the tracks behind Lidl.

“Dinner. My place,” you said, slinging your bag over your shoulder. “Carbonara. Or the biryani you’ve been whinging about since Tuesday.”

He brightened instantly, the practised sarcasm dissolving. “Finally. I’ve been dreaming about your carbonara since the last time you made it.”

You arched a brow. “Thought you’d beg for the biryani.”

“Carbonara’s your peace offering. Biryani’s for when I actually impress you.” He lobbed the ball into the gear pile, his grin widening. “Don’t pretend you’re not smug I remembered.”

You turned toward the gate, sleet needling your neck. “Keep standing your ground like today, and I’ll even add garlic bread.”

He fell into step beside you, close enough that his sleeve brushed yours. “Bribery? What happened to discipline and professionalism?”

“You’re the one moaning about my coaching,” you said, nodding to the abandoned ball—still upright, still defiant in the mud. “Discipline’s tomorrow. Tonight’s about… recalibrating.”

He hummed, a low, contented sound you’d only ever heard after he’d nailed a drill. “Recalibrating. Sure. Just admit you like watching me suffer through your chilli flakes.”

Ahead, the crow took flight from the crossbar, its wings scattering droplets that speckled the frozen turf. You didn’t answer. Didn’t need to. The warmth in his voice, the ease in his stride—it was all there, simmering beneath the sleet and sarcasm.

“This is where you learn a new skill,” you corrected, slinging your kit bag over the fence. The metal rattled like a cage. “Pitch is alive. Listen to it.”

He snorted. “Alive? It’s wheezing.”

“Piss off,” he grumbled, but his lips twitched.

You tossed him the ball. “Eyes up.”

He stared at it like it owed him money. “Why?”

“Because”, you said, stepping close enough to see the sleet caught in his lashes, “Harry’s not your nan. He won’t care if you slip. He’ll just take the ball.”

The ball skidded, the wind howled, and the real work began.

“Eyes up, remember?” you said, tapping your temple. “Not on the ball. Not yet.”

He dragged his gaze to your face, shoulders rigid. “Their eyes lie; hips don’t. Got it.”

“Good.” You feinted left, hips closed, and he shuffled sideways—too early. The ball rolled untouched through the gap he’d left. “Trust yourself. Watch mine.”

He groaned, kicking a clump of half-frozen mud. “Thought this was supposed to be simple.”

“It is. And you’re overcomplicating it.” You repositioned him, hands firm on his shoulders. “Feet wider. Knees bent. You’re not posing for a thumbnail.

He sank into a crouch, more gargoyle than athlete. “Happy?”

“Thrilled.” You stepped back, dribbling lazily. “Next—eyes on my hips. Ignore the ball. Ignore my feet. Just… react.”

You shifted left, hips snapping open. Will mirrored, a beat too slow, his boots skidding on frost. The ball slipped past, and he cursed, the sound swallowed by the growl of a passing gritter truck.

“Again”, you ordered.

“There!” You jabbed a finger at him. “You saw it.”

“Saw your hip do a… thing.” He wiped his nose red from the cold. “Still don’t get how this stops, Harry.”