#hits you with this curveball <3< /div> Explore tagged Tumblr posts

[ccaptain]

@aguilareye: “Kaeya,” the cowboy calls to him in quiet voice. His eyes dull, dark, and staring distantly. Boothill has never seen the Enigma so still and silent before, concern rising in the ranger. His metal hand reaches out and holds Kaeya’s shoulder, giving it a gently squeeze. “Where’d you go, Kaeya? Whatyah saw? Hey, look at me.” His other hand touches Kaeya’s chin, guiding it up so their gazes meet.

   the outlaw would be right if he guessed that something has happened to the being in front of him. Kaeya knows that he's perceptive, observant- there are things to see that go beyond simple words of assessment, and this is one of them.

   he doesn't know he has been zoning out until cold metal gives a grounding squeeze to his bare shoulder; empty gaze unclouds, turns apologetic. there's already a small i'm sorry on the tip of his tongue, about to justify his mental absence-

   fingers gently coax his chin up until he can't hide- he can see right in the other man's eyes: the gesture is nothing short of gentle, and Boothill's gaze has genuine concern in it. there's nothing imposing in the questions he asks Kaeya, no commanding tone, just a quiet urge to know if he's okay, and what has left him so shaken in the time they spent apart.

   this is what tears him apart at the seams.

   the horror seeps out of the cracks of a being who spent his lifetime seeing fear as an inconvenient, unnecessary without a solution to be provided. there's no longer a barrier between the slight shake of cold digits and chest caving in from the terror, the dread in pale, dulled diamond too evident, too oppressive to pretend that nothing has happened. it haunts him like a persistent ghost- but it's real. it has happened. and the pieces of his composed mask have all crumbled in his lap from the sheer shock of being cared about.

   Kaeya spares nothing. after a brief description of the Simulated Universe and what it entails, he lets the horrors attack the cyborg just as they have harmed him. his voice doesn't stop, he has no mercy on himself.

   how the simulated onlookers who paid for the show of a cobalt-haired fellow swallowing a Protozoan egg for their amusement, a thing he always takes in good stride with a bow afterwards. how the Occurrence is usually a bit gross but devoid of harm, as the saliva destroys everything before something bad can happen.

   but this time, the Propagation found him. and it made sure to give the Occurrence a grotesque, macabre twist.

   how the insects targeted the crowd, and even if simulated and not real Kaeya just couldn't stop himself from trying to prevent further harm for the poor people shrieking in fear. he diverted the buzzing attention on himself to avoid casualties, as he always does.

   and at that, the Swarm zeroed on him.

   Kaeya doesn't like to remember what happened after: his body convulsed back and forth. he screamed until his throat tore, eye wide open on the true horror descending upon him for what felt like hours. somebody must have turned off the faulty Simulation and extracted him from here, but he doesn't know who or why. he was an intruder. if anything, a phenomenon in a coding error to be studied  whoever decided to stop his torment must have taken pity on him.

   ( and Kaeya does have some mercy, but not for himself: he spares the concerned cowboy how, sometimes, it still feels like there's scratching inside of his skull. wing beats. buzzing where there should be none. the Enigma wants him to understand, not have nightmares. )

   ' I'm sorry, ' his voice breaks, then mercifully returns to normal, ' it's always- always nice when I am with you, and I wanted today to be fun, too, but... '

   there's a small pause that he gives himself, some dampness hanging on his lashes, refusing to turn into tears purely out of having forgotten how. there's something stuck in his throat that he doesn't know what to do with. the man in front of him wants the truth, and it's delivered to him in the form of quiet shakes.

   ' I don't think I'm okay- and I don't think I'll be okay for a while longer, ' this time, his voice wavers, web-like cracks on the surface of normally unwavering ice. pale diamond lifts to meet the crosshair in Boothills eyes, uncertaint, small. ashamed.

   ' do you still want to stay a while? we can find something to do... '

[zaczenemiji]

Curtain Calls and Curveballs II

Kenji Sato x Actress!Reader

Synopsis: After high school graduation, you never expected to see Kenji Sato again. But fate reunites you both at the same university where your love/hate relationship continues to grow.

Word Count: 1,376

Genre/Warning: Coming of Age, Enemies to Lover, Eventual Romance, Slow Burn

Author's Note: Oops, it became a short series 🫢 Part 3’s otw and I changed the title

PART ONE | PART THREE

MASTERLIST

You were dead wrong when you thought that high school graduation would be the last time you’d ever have to interact with Kenji. You remember your last words then, saying, “Congrats, Sato! I hope this is the last time I ever have to deal with you again.”

To which he replied with, “I’m sure this isn’t the last, (y/n)—to me at least—if ever you really are going to be the actress you dream of being.”

You were hurrying across the busy campus of your university, juggling a stack of drama textbooks and a cup of coffee.

Just as you were about to approach the performing arts building, you noticed a group of students gathered around a bulletin board. Your curiosity built up as you got closer to see what the commotion was about.

“Did you hear? There's a big baseball game this weekend.” a familiar voice called out.

You turned, heart skipping a beat. You didn’t expect to see anyone from high school here, let alone Kenji Sato. He stood there, his signature confident grin in place, holding a baseball glove.

"Kenji?" you blurted out, surprised. "What are you doing here?"

Kenji raised an eyebrow, looking equally taken aback. "I could ask you the same thing,” he said. “I thought you were off to some fancy drama school."

“I am,” you rolled your eyes, recovering from the shock. “This university has one of the best drama programs in LA. What about you? I thought you were headed straight for the big leagues."

“Not yet,” Kenji chuckled, shaking his head. “I've got a scholarship to play baseball here while I get my degree.”

The two of you stood there for a moment, sizing each other up. The familiar tension from high school crept back in, but it was tinged with the novelty of your new surroundings.

"So, you're still playing ball?" you asked, trying to sound casual.

"Yeah, and I'm still throwing strikes," Kenji replied with a smirk. "And you? Still pretending to be someone else on stage?"

“Ugh!” you rolled your eyes, but couldn't help the small smile tugging at your lips. "It's called acting, Kenji. Something you'd know nothing about."

Kenji laughed, the sound surprisingly warm. "Fair enough. So, are you coming to the game this weekend? It's against our biggest rival. Should be a good show."

"I might," you said, shrugging. "If I don't have rehearsals."

"Typical," Kenji said, shaking his head. "Always busy with your little plays."

"And you're always busy chasing a ball," you retorted.

The rivalry that had defined your high school years was still there, but it was different now but no less present.

"Well, I've got to get to practice," Kenji said finally, stepping back. "Try not to trip on stage, (y/n)."

"And you try not to get hit by a pitch, Sato," she shot back.

As you went your own way, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. Being in college felt like being in an unknown and bigger territory with so much more people. It was nice to come across someone you know in a crowd of unfamiliar faces; even if that was Kenji.

So many things have changed since you got into college. The only thing that didn’t, of course, was your rivalry with Kenji but the competition was less intense since you were in different programs.

This shift allowed you to focus on your individual passions without the constant pressure of direct competition. Here, in college, people didn’t know about the rivalry you had.

But this anonymity disappeared quicker than you thought because, for every time you came across each other, you’d always be hurling sarcastic remarks; as you two always did.

One bustling afternoon in the cafeteria, you were with your new friends, laughing and discussing your upcoming production.

"Hey, (y/n), I heard your play's actually worth watching this time," Kenji called out, smirking as he approached with his tray.

“Kenji,” You looked up, a frown on your face. "I thought you'd be busy throwing balls around. What brings you to the world of real talent?"

Kenji chuckled, setting his tray down. "Just wanted to see if you're still pretending to be someone you're not."

One of your friends raised an eyebrow, glancing between the two of you. "You two know each other?"

“Unfortunately,” you said, rolling your eyes as you sighed. "Kenji here thinks he's the king of everything just because he can throw a ball."

"Careful, (y/n). Your jealousy is showing," Kenji retorted, grinning.

Your friends exchanged looks, quickly picking up on the rivalry. "So, you two have a history?"

"You could say that," Kenji said. "She's been trying to keep up with me since high school."

You scoffed, "In your dreams, Sato."

On baseball games, you’d attend with a group of friends from your program more to support the school than to see Kenji, or so you told yourself.

As you settled in your seat, one of your guy friends nudged you. "Isn't that the guy you're always talking about? The baseball star?" He asked.

You sighed, rolling your eyes. "Yes, that's Kenji,” you said. “Try not to feed his ego."

Kenji was on the mound, winding up for a pitch. He glanced towards the stands where he spotted you and your friends. With a smirk, he nodded in your direction.

"Is he waving at us?" another friend asked.

“No,” you shook your head. "He's just trying to show off. Watch, he'll probably strike this guy out just to make a point."

Sure enough, Kenji delivered a fastball that struck the batter out, the crowd erupting in cheers. He turned back to you, giving a mock bow.

Your guy friend laughed. "You weren't kidding,” he said. He's got a flair for the dramatic."

"Tell me about it," you muttered. "He's always been like this."

More than once, on your rehearsals, you’d find Kenji standing by the doorway, leaning casually against the frame.

"Nice performance, (y/n)," he called out, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Almost believed you were someone else."

You paused, turning to face him with a raised eyebrow. "What are you doing here, Kenji?” You asked. “Lost your way to the field?"

The director looked between the two of you, intrigued. "Friend of yours, (y/n)?" He asked.

"Hardly," you answered, crossing your arms. "Just someone who thinks he's more important than he actually is."

Kenji grinned, unfazed. "Just wanted to see what all the fuss was about,” he said. “You know, your acting. Seems like everyone's talking about it."

"Well, I'm flattered," you said dryly. "Now, if you'll excuse us, we have real work to do."

As Kenji left, one of your fellow actors whispered, "He really gets under your skin, doesn't he?"

You sighed, shaking her head. "He's been doing it for years."

During hell week, your exams season, you’d spend your time in the library a little longer. Of course, Kenji knew about this. He’s been keeping tabs on you since coming across you when you were freshmen.

You were studying in a quiet corner of the library when Kenji walked in. He made his way over, pulling out a chair across from you.

"Studying hard, I see," he said, grinning. "Trying to finally beat me at something?"

You looked up, exasperated. "Kenji, some of us actually have exams to prepare for,” you replied. “Don't you have a game to practice for?"

"Already did," he said. "Thought I'd see what the academic life is like. How's the memorizing going? More lines to learn?"

"At least I use my brain for something other than sports," you shot back.

A nearby student, overhearing the exchange, glanced over with curiosity. "Do you two always bicker like this?"

You nodded, not missing a beat, “Pretty much. It's our thing."

Kenji laughed, leaning back in his chair, "Can't let her get too comfortable, can I?"

As he left, the student shook his head, smiling, "You two have a strange relationship."

You didn’t even know that guy or from what program he’s in. It felt like it was high school all over again where everyone knew of your rivalry, and it’s the only thing they knew between you two.

And soon enough, it will be what the world knows about you two.

PART THREE

Taglist is open! Comment if u wanna be tagged on future Kenji oneshots

@hismistresss @sweetangle8 @aerivina

@eternallyvenus @puppyminnnie @wattpadsuckssohard @sakura-onesan @reggies-eyeliner @buggs-1 @miffysoo @spencerrxids @stupidbutsmart @marimargirlies @mixvchelle @lannnu @lailuv21 @christiinee @abracarabbit @youngbananamilkshake @flutterfly365 @o-schist @brazilsho @arrozyfrijoles23 @finestflora

[fawnforgold]

I know this is a curveball but... could I request a little Alhaitham if you're comfortable with him? Maybe with some soft degradation? *blushes*

hehe i hope i did your boy well bestie <3

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Afab!Reader, Blowjob, Some silliness in this, It's your/alhaitham's first time, Accidental edging, Face fucking, He cums in your mouth sorry </3, Estabilished relationship, childhood friends to lovers, Degradation (not very heavy i'm so sorry bestie </3), rough sex, alhaitham is very big to say the least.

"You're.." Your eyes widened in shock.

"Big..?" Alhaitham tried guessing your next words.

"Huge!" You exclaimed.

Alhaitham tried not to look you directly in the eye. He wasn't stupid, he'd known he was above average when it came to anything below the belt, but he hadn't expected you to react in the way that you did. He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed what with himself being front and center and all.

"Sorry. It's just that I didn't expect you to be this big, 'haitham." You explained.

Truthfully, the real reason you had been acting so crass in the moment was that you were ridiculously nervous. You'd been friends with Alhaitham since the two of you were kids, and you'd only been dating for about five months when you both decided to take it to the next level. You loved him and he loved you, that wasn't the problem. The issue lied with the fact that you'd never been with someone intimately before, much less the guy you'd been in love with for over a decade.

"What?" He tilted his head to look at you. "Worried you won't be able to handle it?" He teased.

"N-No! I'm just.. just a little nervous is all." You finally admitted.

Alhaitham smiled at you as he stroked the pad of his thumb against your cheek. "We don't have to do this if you're not ready."

You shook your head. "I'm ready, I've been ready."

There was a moment of silence where you relished in the feeling of his warm palm against your face, before you finally leaned in to make small kitten licks at his tip.

"Does this feel good?" You looked up at him waiting for a response.

Alhaitham hissed in pleasure. "Y-yeah, keep going, please."

Carefully you continue to make small licking motions at the head of his cock, taking your sweet time savoring him. You wrapped one hand around around his cock, stroking it gently as you wrapped your mouth around the tip.

"Oh! Oh, fuck." He moaned.

You kept on with what you were doing but this time you did it faster. As you continued to suck off your boyfriend you could feel a familiar warmth pool at your core. Alhaitham suddenly had tangled his hands into your hair and tugged on it tightly, trying to restrain himself as best he could, yet losing the battle regardless.

"Feels so fucking good. Oh my god, don't stop, sweetheart." He encouraged.

He was getting so close. Alhaitham almost let himself go entirely when the feeling suddenly subsided. Carefully and quickly he pulled you off of his cock so he could look you in the eyes.

"Can I try something?" He asked.

Once you had given the approval he tangled his fists in your hair again, staring at you with a hungry look in his eyes. "Open."

As confident as he seemed, Alhaitham was shaking. To say he was eager for you would be a terrible understatement.

He was hesitant at first, slowly thrusting his cock in and out of your mouth, until he finally had gotten more comfortable and begun to fuck your mouth with impatience. His thrusts were sloppy and uneven, but god damn did it feel good. Feeling the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat (once you got past the gag reflux at least) felt amazing.

Again and again, and again he forced himself into your mouth and down your throat till you were gagging and choking on his cock. He'd be liar if he'd said he didn't enjoy it a little, the pathetic way you looked up at him for sympathy filled him with butterflies. He just couldn't help himself when he bit his bottom lip and focused on using your mouth for his own desires.

"So-So close." He whispered.

It seemed as if the words were meant for him rather than you. It was as if he was trying to reassure himself that the high was near. Alhaitham looked down at you, noticing the way your jaw trembled and your teeth just ever so slightly grazed against his skin.

"Come on, baby, you can hang on a little longer, right? I'm so close." You nodded and gave him a muffled 'mhm' with tears in your eyes.

He smiled and let out a great big sigh as he felt a rush of desire flood his chest.

Tears fell from your eyes as Alhaitham pushed himself into your mouth with two hard thrusts, and then you felt the sudden sensation of his warm cum entering your mouth. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you grinded your pussy against the heel of your foot. That's not even mentioning the precise way Alhaitham held your face in place, using you like his own personal sex toy.

Eventually he pulled out carefully and held you in his arms. Although, even after he'd pulled out of your mouth and had begun to press soft kisses against your throat, you were still barely aware of what was going on other than the thrumming in your chest and the wetness which pooled between your legs. One thing was for sure, you definitely wanted to do that again.

[the-writer-ofthe-fandoms]

Silent Cosmos (Edward Cullen)(Ch. 1)

Pairing: Edward Cullen x GN! Mute!Reader

Words: 3.0k+

Warning(s): Mentions of past car accident, mentions of minor character death/parents dying, swearing, implications of past bullying, mentions of high school lacking services, blood mention.

A/N: YAY i finally have this done. I’ve had this idea since before i started grad school and finally got it done! I hope yall enjoy :) This series takes place before Victoria’s army comes to Forks and Edward may be OOC but like, oh well.

Also in this series, Bella and Edward had a mutual break up w/ no hard feelings <3

Series Masterlist

---

"On foot

I had to cross the solar system

before I found the first thread of my red dress.

I sense myself already.

Somewhere in space hangs my heart,

shaking in the void, from it stream sparks

into other intemperate hearts."

--Edith Södergran, 'On Foot I Had to Cross the Solar System'

On one unfortunate night when you were seven, a drunk driver hit your parents car. Your mother on the passenger side died instantly, your father later succumbed to his injuries in the hospital. You were injured severely, but the doctors managed to keep you alive... At the cost of your voice. Chunks of glass tore through and stabbed your neck; the damage to your larynx was the worst, the second was nerve damage. You could speak in a very harsh, almost whisper-like, voice but it caused an intense amount of pain. You were upset. You hated that driver for what they took from you.

Your aunt and uncle took you in, and were able to help you adjust as you grew. They learned and taught you sign language, they helped you cope with the loss of your parents as best they could, and were always supportive. Despite their work lives keeping them away, they always tried their best to give you attention when they had the free time.

You found ways to enjoy life again, particularly in the stars. They were almost comforting to you when you were alone, looking out your bedroom window. You weren't sure why you have such an affinity for space and what it holds. Maybe because your father brought you out at night to point out all the constellations and their stories. Those moments with him started your interest. And now, you believed your parents were amongst the many stars in the vast universe.

You grew content with not having a voice. You adapted and overcame the curveball life sent your way. You just wished the pain wasn't constantly lingering.

---

It was the day you started going to your new highschool in Forks. It wasn't ideal transferring to a different school, but your uncle's job called for it. He was a firefighter and he was offered a sizable pay increase and rank promotion to fire captain if he took up the position for the Forks station. Your aunt, a nurse, was able to transfer to Forks hospital. They discussed the idea of moving with you of course, and you not wanting to hinder your uncle's promotion or damper his excitement, you supported the move from California to Washington.

You could already tell this rinky dink school wouldn't have anyone that understands ASL and the school said they are still looking to hire someone to be an interpreter of sorts, so you were mentally preparing yourself for the mess you may be entering. At least you transferred only three weeks into the new school year, that would make any school work you needed to catch up on relatively easy. It also helped it was your senior year as well.

As soon as you got out of your car, all of the heads of the student body snapped in your direction. You guess they've never seen a new kid before. You make your journey towards the building, hoping that no one would bother to talk to you. You already saw a teen walk up to you, he had straight black hair and a toothy grin.

"Hi, I'm Eric. You're the new kid." He seemed friendly.

You offer a little wave and sign, hoping he would get the inclination you could not speak.

"Shit... I don't know sign except..." He gave you the sign sorry before pointing to his ears and back to you. You shook your head and tapped your throat. "Oh! You can't speak." You nodded. "Sorry about all the confusion. Welcome to Forks High, home of the Spartans. I'm pretty much the eyes and ears."

You simply nod along when necessary and smiled as he gave you the very quick run down of most of the immediate gossip of school, which was centered around you, the new kid. He seemed like a nice guy but glancing at the clock you passed by in the hall you knew it was close to your first class.

"And don't get me started on the Cul-What?" You interrupted him as you held out your schedule to him, pointing to your first class. "Oh yeah, guess class is starting soon. Lets see... you're in 103 for English with Mr. Baker which is..." He glanced up. "Right down the hall. I have History right next door."

You smile at his help and follow him through the sea of students.

You wave Eric goodbye and enter classroom 103. You felt eyes of everyone land on you, but none more eye-catching or captivating as the gold pair near the back of the classroom. His gaze was intense, eyes wide, as he stared at you. You held his gaze. You weren't sure what to think at the moment but before anything could come to mind, an older gentleman walked in and stole your attention. You assumed correctly this was Mr. Baker.

---

Edward was the first to arrive for his first period class. He was always punctual, but there was a difference now. He no longer had Bella in tow.

It was a mutual end to their quick relationship. While her blood did appeal to him greatly, the fastness of their relationship hurt them both emotionally at the end. It was purely fascination of each others beings that they mistake as something else. While it did hurt, Edward could admit to himself he wasn't distraught over it. They remained friends and he was content with that.

Slowly, other students began filling the classroom as the clock ticked on. Everyone filling seats they usually sat in despite there being no assigned seating. No one ever sat next to him, often feeling intimidated by his status as a Cullen. The vampire paid them no mind, occupying his attention to watching the typical Forks rain traverse down the window he always sat by. He tuned out everyone's thoughts the best he could, letting his usual melancholy about his nature linger in his mind.

Edward perked up when he heard an fast-beating heart breakthrough his attempts of zoning out. Shifting his focus to the doorway his eyes latched on to the new student.

You.

It didn't take reading thoughts to feel the buzz of a new student arriving in the small school.

He felt... strange. Much like with Bella, your scent invaded his senses and made him thirsty, yet, that wasn't what caught his immediate attention.

It was the eyes. Something about them captivated Edward. He wasn't sure what about them had him staring at you, who now stared back at him. The vampire attempted to discern your thoughts and he caught an inkling of curiosity starting to bleed out before the teacher took your attention away.  His stayed on you, and didn't pay him any mind or had any idea he wad, and focused his enhanced hearing on the conversation.

"Hello, new student?" The teacher greeted and softly spoke your name. The auburn haired male watched as the you nodded.

Edward's curiosity peaked when he finally heard their thoughts, clear as the days outside of Forks.

"Yes, that's me. Do you know sign?" He heard their thoughts as he watched their hands easily relay in sign language. I'm expecting a no they internally sighed.

"Oh shoot I wasn't told..." A worried look passed on the teachers face as his sentence trailed off. Edward can hear his thoughts complain that the school failed to inform him about the new student outside their name and grade. A look of exasperation briefly flashed on your face.

Who would of fucking thought Forks High, a small-ass school, would not inform their teachers. Fantastic. Wonderful. I love it. It was a pointed statement that had Edward both mildly shocked at the language and pretty amused. I wonder how much others outside of Eric will put up with me here.

Edward sighed. He knew he shouldn't involve himself with another human but he couldn't help it. Whatever captivated him and the resignation you mentally expressed already had moved him. He got up from his spot and quickly moved to the front of the classroom.

"Apologies, I don't mean to cut in but I know sign."

---

You blink at the golden-eyed student he approached you and the teacher. You felt a grateful smile tug on your lips as you faced him. Immediately, you felt some appreciation and felt good about being wrong on your previous assumption.

"Thank you, Edward." Mr. Baker smiled in relief. Edward gave the teacher a small, tight lipped smile at him and faced you. The teacher introduced you to him. "And this is Edward Cullen."

"I'm sorry for any inconvenience." Edward spoke as you signed, his voice soft and velvety. Observing his face, you watched as his brows furrow at your statement, which became almost a second nature for you due to the way your previous school treated you. You often faced irritated glances or your existence ignored entirely outside the feo close friends you accumulated.

"Please relay to them-" Mr. Baker spoke but you immediately shook your head and held up a hand.

"I am neither deaf or hard of hearing, sir. I just can't speak." Edward translated for you again. "I look forward to class with you both." A smile appeared on his face again.

"You too. And you aren't being an inconvenience at all. It's the fault of the school, really." Mr. Baker offered a kind smile. Edward left the two of you, as if knew he wouldn't be needed again. "Take a seat wherever you want, I don't do assigned seating unless it becomes an issue." Mr. Baker gave you a kind smile and gestured for you to pick out a seat, while he moved to the classroom computer. You take a glance around, only seeing three spots open.

Your eyes landed on the one next to Edward, causing you to perk up. Though, you hesitated, his small smile and the single, subtle nod assured you it was fine to sit by him. Holding your backpack strap a little tighter, you move between desks to join him.

---

Edward watched as you sat next to him. You offered him a quick smile before you started pulling out your notebook and your small pencil case. You didn't look over at him as you stared up at the board, waiting for class to start.

The vampire was curious and while he knew it was an invasion of privacy, he couldn't help but try and focus in on more of your thoughts. Except he was met with...

What? His brows furrowed. Edward felt overwhelmed for a moment, his sense felt almost deprived as he tried peering in your mind again.

Edward suddenly saw what he perceived as a galaxy. Stars, planets, moons, a sun... it was vast and it was breathtaking. It wasn't something he never saw before, this detailed, in a humans mind. He was able to view this scene for just a few fleeting moments until he suddenly felt warm energy push against his mind.

The vampire blinked. His presence was back in classroom 103. He glanced toward you. Paying close attention, he didn't see anything that indicated you were in any way aware of what just occured. He heard the teacher swear under his breath as he attempted to get the projector working, and used this moment to speak with you.

Softly, he called your name, bringing your attention to him.

"How are you liking Forks?" Edward recognized he was a bit awkward, but you gave no inclination that you minded or judged him.

"It's wet. But I don't mind it. The scenery is nice." You signed and it was as if the cosmos that warded him from your thoughts was lifted. Hearing your thoughts again after being blocked out by the cosmos left him perplexed and curious.

"Forks does have its charm in scenery." He chuckled. "But I assume that isn't why you moved?"

"No, but it definitely is a bonus." You smiled. "My uncle got a promotion so we moved up from California."

"What does he do?"

"He is now the fire captain here."

Edward had a kind smile and offered a small congratulations to him. He then spoke again, "What does your class schedule look like?"

You reached into your zip up hoodie pocket and pull out a folded piece of paper. Unfolding it, you slid it to his desk. His golden eyes scanned the paper and he felt some sort of happiness that your schedules almost align completely. The only class difference was your last two classes, which would have you taking gym and history without him.

"Looks like we will be seeing each other a lot. We have almost all the same classes."

That's a relief. Edward suppressed a smile at your thoughts. I hope we can be at least friendly with one another.

"Since we have most of our classes together, would you like to be friends?" He asked. He could already hear Rosalie scolding him for getting involved with another human, but he didn't particularly care what she would think.

You were another anomaly to his, otherwise, stationary life. He has no plans to try and initiate a quick romantic relationship again. He simply was curious to the stars that lingered behind your eyes.

---

It was nearing lunchtime. You glanced out the window of your math class while the teacher closed out her lesson and began explaining what the homework was going to be. You were very grateful for Edward sticking by you in each course. He was able to help you talk to your teachers, answer and ask questions, and made Forks high a little more welcoming.

You had met two of his siblings in that time frame, Emmett and Alice, who were both a delight. Alice already expressed how much she was excited to finally get to know you, which you assumed she was wanting to meet the new kid, and Emmett offered to watch your back in gym with the biggest grin you've seen on a persons face. It also warmed your heart to find they also knew sign too.

The initial worry of being a forever outsider like before began melting away. So far things have been pleasant unlike your last experience.

As you mind wandered off to old school memories of bullies and loneliness, you were still unaware of Edward trying to discern your thoughts again. You missed the look of confusion and frustration on his face. Although, you did manage to hear him make a noise that sounded like frustration, which snapped your attention on him.

"Everything okay?" You ask him. He glanced up at the teacher who was now facing the board writing the homework down.

"Just... wanting class to be over." Edward gave you a tight lipped smile. "Mrs. Johnsons' classes are usually a bore."

You nodded with a smile and silent chuckle.

The class bell rang, signaling an end, and practically everyone ran out for lunch. You eyed the crowd trying to leave and shrug your shoulders. You scribbled down the equations Mrs. Johnson assigned before putting your class materials away and preemptively pulled out your brown bag lunch.

You glanced to Edward while you both stood up. You weren't sure if you should continue sticking by his side until it was time for your last two periods or find your own corner to decompress. Perhaps giving him a break from-

"Are you ready?" His soft voice cut through your thoughts. You blink, pausing for a moment, before nodding.

"Lead the way." You smiled, though you were sure it came off as nervous. There will be so many people...

"Would you like to sit with my family and I, or would you like to go somewhere quiet?" You looked at him a bit shocked, were you that easy to read? You could see the twitch of his lip like he was going to respond but he kept quiet.

"Somewhere quiet, just for today."

"Follow me then."

---

Rosalie sighed as she leaned against the table, waiting for her siblings to join her and Emmett for lunch. She then looked to her partner and leaned against him, who laughed and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. Her golden eyes followed Bella's form with a glare as she sat down with her friends.

"Come on, babe. Her and Edward have no hard feelings." Emmett spoke in a quiet tone.

"It's still a danger to us." She grumbled.

"Nope! She still becomes a vampire like us." Alice suddenly sat down with a bright smile.  Jasper was quick to sit down next to her.

"Even after what happened with the Volturi and James?" Emmett asked.

"Yep. While the course of her and Edward's relationship definitely changed, she still becomes a part of our clan."

"Great." Rosalie rolled her eyes and then glanced around at the table. "Speaking of Edward, where is he?"

"Probably off with the new kid." Emmett smirked. "They seem pretty nice. Edward's been helping them since they can't speak."

"Another human?" She looked to her partner then to Alice. "Did you..."

"Have a vision of them? Yes. The day before Edward and Bella parted their romantic relationship, I had a vision of them coming to Forks. And then after meeting them, I saw them and Edward, looking pretty close." She smiled and giggled.

"Great, another human who is going to choose to be a vampire." Rose scoffed.

"Rosalie-" Alice's usually bright expression drops. Everyone at the Cullen table looked at her with worry as it appeared her eyes glaze over. Jasper immediately gripped her hand under the table as he could feel a wave of sadness wash over from her.

"Darling?" Jasper whispered.

Alice blinked rapidly. She looked to the others with a worried expression. "I... I didn't see the specifics but... It wasn't their choice."

It was silent between them. Rosalie's eyes were wide, Emmett clenched his fist under the table, Jasper tried his best to calm everyone, and Alice simply blinked and tried looking to the future again.

She could see you, crying and writhing as the venom from a bite on your arm took hold, blood all over you. Edward and Carlisle were right by your side, speaking. But she couldn't hear what they were saying.

All she heard was a high pitched ring.

And then the vision flashes a blinding white and she swears she could feel intense heat against her face.

She was back at the table again with her family. It was the same vision as before. Never had she seen such a bright light, heard such a noise, or felt anything like that from a vision.

"We have to talk to Carlisle."

[roosterforme]

The Curveball Part 3 | Bob Floyd x OC

Summary: One date with Molly, and Bob knows he's a lost cause. She's perfect and lovely and she seems to want him back. But he's never been with a woman like her, and his insecurity hits him when he wishes it wouldn't. 

Warnings: Fluff, angst, 18+

Length: 5600 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC (this story accompanies Batting Practice!)

Check my masterlist for more! Thank you to @mak-32 and @teacupsandtopgun for the beautiful banners!

As Molly led Bob inside to her apartment, he started to get nervous. The fluorescent lights in the building were bringing everything back into focus for him. She had told him to go slow when they were in his truck, but then everything sped up again. 

When she pulled him into the elevator, she pressed him up against the wall as she selected the sixth floor. Then she gently wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Her fingers in his hair soothed him, and he kissed her back. His eyes were closed, and the sensation of Molly's hands moving down his body to the open button of his jeans was almost too much. 

"Let's go," she whispered once the elevator stopped. Her fingers brushed along his abs before she reached for his hand. 

Bob stumbled along after her, heart pounding as she unlocked her door and smiled up at him over her shoulder. But once they were inside, she locked her door and took both of his hands in hers.

"You seem nervous now, Bob," she whispered, pulling him close and wrapping his arms around her waist. She placed both of her palms on his chest and leaned up to press one soft kiss to his neck. "What's wrong?" She gazed up at him without pressuring him to say something before he was ready.

So Bob took a moment to gather his thoughts. "I just... are you sure you want to do this with me? I don't want this to be just one night, Molly. I don't think I could handle that."

Somehow, her gaze softened further. "Bobby. If this is how good it feels to be with a sweet guy, then I've been doing this stuff wrong for a while. Very, very wrong."

"I want to be good for you," he whispered, leaning down to kiss her lips. "So you'll want me."

Molly giggled against his lips. "Bob. I want you. And I don't always do this, okay? I don't. But you..." She stopped talking and moaned, her head tipped back and her lips parted. "You have me so worked up, Bobby. It's been weeks of you teasing me. All the texting and flirting. And I want you."

"I want you, too." Bob's lips met her neck and she moaned louder. His hands were up under her dress, skimming along her thighs up to her butt. She was so soft and perfect, he'd deal with tomorrow's disappointment if it came. But not right now. Because she was pulling his dress shirt off and tossing his undershirt on the floor as well.

"Fuck," she whispered, as if to herself when she kissed his sternum and wrapped her hands around his biceps. "You're so hot." Then her hands were moving down to his unbuttoned fly and unzipping his jeans. 

He tried to think of a blizzard. A snowy day on the ranch in Wyoming. An ice cold glass of water. Anything other than how hot his body felt as Molly's hand slipped inside his jeans. She looked up at him as she palmed him through his underwear and grinned.

Polar ice caps. Penguins. A frozen lake. It wasn't working as she kissed his chest again and slid her hand inside his underwear.

"Molly," he gasped as her hand wrapped around his cock. His hands came up to her waist as he pushed himself against her palm. It felt like he had no control over his body. "Honey."

"Yes, Bobby?" she asked in that innocent voice that would haunt his daydreams for the rest of his life while she stroked him. 

Every coherent response was stolen from his mind as she kissed his chin and then sank down to her knees in front of him. When her tongue ran across her parted lips, Bob groaned. And when she pulled him free from his underwear and gasped, he reached for her cheek. 

"Please?" she asked just before her lips touched his tip. Bob stroked her soft skin and nodded his head. And then she took him between her lips and into her warm, wet mouth. 

"God," he groaned, eyes on hers as she took him deeper until he was shaking with need. Then she sucked on him, every inch of him until, with a soft pop, he was free of the glorious feeling of Molly.

She moaned, "Lieutenant Floyd," and the only thing Bob wanted was more of her mouth. More of her tongue. And then, miraculously, he got exactly what he wished for when she parted her lips for him again. 

The most beautiful woman in the world was giving Bob an enthusiastic blowjob. She took him deep and then sucked on him over and over again. He could see the imprint of his cock pressing on her hollowed out cheeks with every jerky movement. Molly was moaning softly and cupping his balls and licking him all over.

When she took a breath and looked up and said, "Bobby, you're huge," he hauled her back to her feet. 

She looked surprised as he wrapped his arms around her and pressed his mouth to hers. Bob twitched in her hands where she was still holding his length. "I can get you off with my mouth, if you want," she whispered, looking up at him through her lashes. 

Bob nodded, in complete awe of her. "I'm sure you could, Honey," he agreed, swallowing hard. But he knew he wouldn't last another minute with her mouth on him, and he desperately wanted to be good enough for her. Make her feel so good, she'd ask him to stay.

But now she was guiding him back to the oversized armchair as she pulled his pants down around his thighs. He stumbled backwards with all of the fabric bunched around his knees, and he could feel himself blushing as he sat down hard. But then Molly was settling onto his lap, and Bob almost jumped out of his skin as he felt her bare pussy gliding along his cock.

But she just settled there and kissed him softly before adjusting his glasses and telling him, "Your eyes are my favorite color. Not green and not blue."

"Greenish-blue," Bob said at the same time she did, and then she was smiling against his lips as she kissed him and nibbled on him. The occasional moan and wet sound had him rubbing himself up against her warmth as his hands settled on her thighs. Bobby felt like he was flying.

"You have nice hands, too," she whispered, wiggling against him. "Big and rough. But you're too sweet to ever hurt me with them." He let his big, rough hands dig into the flesh of her hips and waist, inching her dress up.

No. This was better than flying. 

"Molly," he groaned, head tipped back and glasses crooked. "You're perfect."

She looked at him as she scooted forward a few inches and smiled. Bob's tip was right there, right at her opening, but she wasn't even undressed yet. He eased the fabric up a little higher, entranced by the view of her slick pussy and his cock.

"It's okay, Bobby. You can take it off."

He nodded as he ran his hands up her body along with the dress, and he saw that Molly had a bouquet of blooming flowers tattooed up along her left side. "That's pretty," he murmured about both the tattoo and her body. She kissed him softly as he pulled the dress up and over her head and let it fall onto the chair next to him. 

Bob's heart stopped beating and a strangled noise escaped the back of his throat. "Oh," he grunted. He'd never be able to speak coherently again. He'd never not have an erection again for the rest of his life. Because just when he thought he couldn't be more turned on, he discovered that Molly had pierced nipples. 

His lips were on her breasts before he could stop himself. He wrapped his hands around to her back and pulled her closer to him as he tasted first her right nipple and then her left.

"Bobby!" Her cry was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. He'd never encountered anything like this before, but he knew he'd never want anything else. The way the little metal barbells felt against his tongue as he licked and sucked was amazing. And when he met her eyes as he sucked on her, she was biting her lip and whining. 

Then Molly reached behind herself and grabbed his cock. He groaned as she sunk down around him, her pussy wet and tight. Perfect little sounds of pleasure escaped her as she kissed him. Bob cupped her breasts, enjoying the feel of the barbells as he pinched and pulled on them gently. 

"Oh, god," she moaned as she started rolling her hips when he bottomed out. She pushed her fingers through his hair and positioned his head so he was looking up at her face, already pinched with pleasure. "You're fucking huge. Just like your goddamn hands." She was tugging gently on his hair as she rode him so well, Bobby knew he had fundamentally changed in the last five minutes. He would never be the same. 

"You feel better than anything I've ever encountered," he managed, his voice deep and raspy. "Molly." He held her hips as she fucked him. His lips trailed along her neck and down to those perfect nipples again, sucking and nibbling on them. "Perfect," he whispered, dipping his nose down to rub along the piercings. 

He wanted to do the filthiest things to her body. Wanted to have her every single way he could think of. He also wanted her to melt against him, exhausted, sated, and in love. "Does that feel good?" he asked, looking at her as he bucked upward. 

"Jesus, Bobby," she gasped, those pretty breasts bouncing as he thrust up again. He chased them with his lips and his tongue, tugging the barbells gently with his teeth while Molly got even louder. 

She rolled her hips, so tight around him, and Bob realized he could feel the pull of pleasure building in his spine. He wanted this to last all night, but he was close. Molly's hands were grabbing his shoulders, eyes wide as she rode him faster. And when he brought his thumb down along her tattoo and around to her clit, she almost screamed for him.

"Oh! Fuck, Bobby!" she cried. So he stroked her again and again. "Jesus Christ!" She was fluttering around his cock, back arched as he tasted her tits again. 

"You're so beautiful," he muttered against her skin. "Everything." She squeezed him tighter, and he gripped her butt, ready to cum from how good she felt. 

"Oh god, oh god, oh god!" she chanted, voice breaking. "Please!" And then a look of surprise bloomed across Molly's flawless face as she groaned, "I'm about to come." And she did. She clenched around his cock as she shook in Bob's arms. She was whining and keening incoherently. She was bumping up and down on his cock. She was stunning. 

"Me too," he whispered, brushing her nipples with his thumbs and spurting inside her as she leaned down to press needy kisses all over his lips. The way she moved her hips, drawing everything out of him, made him moan her name. He stayed buried deep while Molly's lips brushed along his neck. Her fingers were soft, threading through his hair. And it seemed as though the only thing she could say right now was Bobby. 

-----------------------

Molly just sat there gaping at Bob with her fingers in his silky hair. He was still nestled inside her, his big cock growing softer while he stroked her skin with those beautiful hands. His lips were parted, and his glasses were crooked, and he was just so damn handsome. And most impressively, he made her cum. 

It was unbelievable, really. She never came the first time with a new partner. Never. Not even close. She had to break them in, teach them what she liked, train them. She had to use her piercings as a reward for all the dumb men she slept with just to get them to coax an orgasm out of her. 

But not Bob. No, not Lieutenant Cute Glasses. This man seemed to know exactly what she liked. And she sensed that he knew her nipples were pierced just as much for her as they were for him. 

Molly thought, as she kissed his softly parted lips, that it must have been the angle that did it for her. Or the size of his very attractive penis. Or both. Because that orgasm was delicious. She wondered if he could do it again. She hoped he could. She was attached to him and his glasses and his perfect kisses. She was addicted to his hands and his eyes and the way he talked to her. She couldn't get enough of the way he held doors and drove like an elderly person and got her gas station flowers.

"My flowers," she gasped against his mouth. "I left them in your truck." She wanted them in her kitchen so she could see them when she made coffee in the morning. 

"Oh," Bob grunted, nodding slightly. "I'll go get them for you." Of course he would do that. He was practically perfect. 

Molly eased herself away from him slowly, not wanting to give him up just yet. "Thanks," she whispered. "I love those flowers." She let him slip out of her as she stood, and she could feel his cum running down her thighs as he stared up at her. 

Then his eyes went wide and his jaw dropped. "Molly. We didn't use a condom. I didn't even bring a condom."

She leaned down to kiss the tip of his nose. "I'm on birth control, Coach Cute Glasses. And I trust you."

"Oh," he sighed, brushing his lips against hers. "Okay." 

Then the sight of him standing before her, tall and strong with his jeans down around his knees had her biting her lip and grinning. He looked flustered with red cheeks and wild hair. And just knowing that she was the one responsible for putting him in such a state made her blood hot. 

Oh no. She wanted him again already. She wanted to take him to her bed and do it all over again. 

Bob reached for his underwear and jeans and pulled them up, but his eyes were all over her body. She felt no shame. She never did when she was naked. Was she perfect? No. Did guys lose their minds anyway? Often. 

"I'll go get your flowers," Bob whispered, and she kissed him hard on the lips.

"I'll be waiting."

She watched him scoop up his undershirt and slip it on over his lanky, muscular body. His glasses were still crooked on his face as he dug his keys out of his pocket, and with one more soft look at her, he was gone. 

Molly took a minute to visit the bathroom, and she made sure her makeup still looked okay. Her mascara was a little smudged, which somehow made her look exactly the way she wanted to right now. So she left it. And then she was pulling on Bob's dress shirt and doing the middle two buttons when he walked back into her apartment.

He had fixed his hair a bit and straightened out his glasses, and the desire to mess them up again made her feel like perhaps she was already in over her head. Casey and the rest of her collection of bad boys never made her feel this good. Shit.

Bob's pretty eyes were wide as he examined her from head to toe and back up again. She didn't pressure him to say anything yet. She knew he was the type who really measured his words before he spoke them, and she loved that. It made everything he said feel more intentional and sincere. 

"You're beautiful," he said softly, holding out the vase of colorful, gas station flowers. She took them with both hands and a thudding heart and turned toward her kitchen. She felt short of breath, because Bob Floyd thought she was beautiful. Not sexy. Not hot. Not just right for the night. But beautiful. 

Now she was the one who needed an extra moment to process what she wanted to say as she set the vase down next to her coffee maker. Okay, so she'd ask him to stay. She had to work in the morning, but so did he. She would have to leave early, but maybe he wouldn't mind taking her back to her car. And then if he was free this weekend, maybe they could go out again. She would ask him this time. Oh, a movie would be great. She could snuggle up with him, feed him some popcorn, maybe give him a blowjob on the ride back here.

Bob cleared his throat as she walked back toward him, pushing up the long sleeves of his shirt over her elbows. 

"I'll just...head out now," he said, nodding his head toward her door. Molly's heart sank as he added, "I can get my shirt from you later. Or you can just...keep it." He looked almost as disappointed as Molly felt. What had she done wrong? He was really going to leave. She wasn't what he was looking for after all.

"Bob?" she asked softly as he turned toward the door. "Why don't you want to stay?"

He spun back around as she nibbled nervously on her thumbnail. 

"I mean, you obviously don't have to," she told him. "I just thought maybe you'd want to."

"I do," he replied, quickly this time. "You want me to stay?"

"Mmhmm," she hummed, apprehensive about saying anything else. And then his big hands were at her waist, bunching up the fabric of the dress shirt as he pulled her closer to him. "Stay," she demanded before he kissed her.

"I will," he promised. "Just wasn't sure you'd want me to, Mo."

Mo. Holy shit. Her legs felt suddenly weak as she wrapped her arms around his neck and absolutely devoured his mouth. Desire thrummed through her. Mo.

She tried to convey how she felt through her kisses, because words were failing her. She was more of a physical presence anyway. And Bob was responding to her now, hands sliding lower and kisses getting rougher.

"Do you want to see my bed?" she asked against his lips as she raked her fingers through his hair. Finally he looked just the way she liked again. Messy hair, glasses askew, freshly kissed lips, and awestruck expression.

"Yes. Please," he grunted softly, and she was more than happy to lead him to her room. 

-----------------------------

Bob was in over his head. Molly wouldn't stop touching him and kissing him, and now he was in her bed. And they were having sex again. And it felt too good to be true. And she was beautiful and perfect. Sunny and warm. And she wanted him here. She wanted him to spend the night. 

Her pristine legs were wrapped around his waist, and he was buried deep inside her. "Bobby," she whined leisurely, the pace unhurried now as her fingers combed softly through his hair. When he reached for his glasses, she shook her head and told him no and pouted playfully. "You're Coach Cute Glasses, not Coach No Glasses."

So he kept them on. And that was fine with him, because he could see her with crystal clarity underneath him as she whined for him. Bob brushed those barbell piercings with his lips, and she got even louder. He was already obsessed with how they felt in his mouth, how he liked to play with them while he thrust into Molly over and over again.

"Oh god, Bobby."

"You feel good, Mo?"

"Hell yes!" she cried, yanking on his hair until his lips were on hers. He held her left side, covered in her tattoo while he toyed with those little barbells with his other thumb. She was whimpering and nibbling on his lips as he fucked her. 

"Tell me what else you like?" he whispered, slowing his thrusts. Because he was getting close again. Honestly, he was impressed he lasted as long as he had both times. And this didn't feel like a first date to Bob. He felt like he knew her so well, but he wanted to know everything. 

She moaned and turned her head to the side, suddenly looking bashful. "I like wearing your shirt around."

"You can keep it forever," he told her, and she giggled. "What else do you like?" he asked, stroking her skin with his hands as he tasted her neck. 

"Mmm," she hummed in pleasure. "I like how strong you are, and the way you treat me." She was quiet for a beat while her words washed over him. "I liked it when you called me beautiful."

"You are," he promised. "Everything about you. So, so beautiful." 

With a loud moan, she turned her face to his and kissed him everywhere. His glasses were precariously crooked as he felt the delicious squeeze of Molly's pussy around his cock. He was there, and she was close, so he eased his fingers down to her clit and she squeezed him harder as she came, shaking against him.

Bob's thrusts grew shallow as he panted her name next to her ear. "Molly. Molly. Molly." He filled her up and let his forehead rest on her shoulder, idly stroking her nipple with his fingertips until her little quakes of pleasure subsided.

"Oh my god," she gasped, covering her face with her hands. Then she looked at him in shock as he kissed her jaw and lips before pulling away a few inches.

"Okay," she said, straightening out his glasses but keeping him inside her with her legs around his waist. "The first time, I figured it was a fluke. But now you're really on a roll, Lieutenant."

"A...fluke?" he asked, suddenly concerned. What had he done wrong? 

"Mmhmm," she hummed, stroking his stubbled cheek with her thumb. "You made me cum twice now."

He swallowed hard and let her kiss him, but he was perplexed. "Isn't that a... good thing?"

"It's a fucking great thing, Bobby." Her eyes were bright, and she looked pleased. "I never cum with a new partner the first couple times."

"Oh." It was chemistry. He was sure of it. There was something between them that was making everything even better, and Bob felt it, too. It had to be that, because he wasn't better than other guys. Definitely not in this way. 

"I don't know what you're doing to me," she whispered, kissing his cheek softly, "but please don't stop."

--------------------------

It was late, and Molly was snuggled up in bed with her head on Bob's shoulder. His voice was so close to her ear, and she couldn't get enough of it as she asked him a million questions just to hear him answer.

"What's your favorite kind of fruit?" she asked with a laugh, because he had to know by now that she was just obsessed with listening to him. 

"Granny Smith apples," he replied as she stroked her fingers through his sparse chest hair.

"Granny Smith apples?" she asked, glaring up at him as he smiled. "That's the worst kind!" God, she loved teasing him. He was fucking sweet and perfect. And Molly was already in love with teasing him and making him blush.

"They're good in apple pies," he replied, running his fingers along her bare arm and making her shiver. "I don't like things that are too sweet. Well... except for you, I guess."

"Mmhmm," she hummed happily. "You managed to save your answer at the end there. Good job, Uncle Bob. Now, what's your favorite color?"

"Navy blue."

"Navy blue?" she asked, rolling fully onto his chest. She almost moaned at how good her piercings felt rubbing against his bare chest like this. "Navy blue. Floyd! You're in the navy! You can't pick navy blue!"

"It's been my favorite since before I was in the navy, so it counts, right?" he asked, grinning at her. Oh, he was good at this game. 

"Ugh, you're skating by on a technicality," she sighed, feigning exasperation. "I'm simply too afraid to ask you anything else tonight. You're liable to break my heart if you tell me you like lima beans or hate chocolate cake or something," she muttered, kissing his lips softly. 

She had intended to tell Bob that it was time to go to sleep, that she was tired from the two gorgeous orgasms he gifted to her. But his lips were soft and his hands were big, and they ended up making out for such a long time, that her heart was overflowing with happiness. 

"You're so handsome," she whispered, finally removing his smudged glasses for him and setting them on her nightstand. She kissed the bridge of his nose and his rosy cheeks. "I've been crushing on you for weeks."

Bob laughed softly as he met her eyes. "Molly, you have no idea. You don't even know the half of it. But it's late, Honey. Let's get some sleep?"

When she nodded, he pulled her snug against him once again. "I have to work at nine," she whispered. "My alarm is set for seven, because if I don't get to have you one more time in the morning, I'll be cranky all day at work."

"You have me, Molly," he whispered, lacing his fingers with hers as she yawned. "In so many ways."

As she drifted off to sleep, she could feel Bob's lips on her forehead as he said, "I love you, Mo."

----------------------

Bob ran his soapy hand all over Molly's tattoos. Her laughter and soft moans filled her small shower enclosure as he nipped at her neck. The spray of warm water hit her skin, sending little droplets rolling down between her breasts and along her elegant shoulders. They had just been intimate again in her bed, and Bob had very much so enjoyed the sight of his sticky spend on her legs as she led him to the shower. 

"I could look at you all day," he whispered, and she bit her lip, playing coy.

"I'd let you," she replied, chin high in the air, head back against the tile wall. "Let's schedule that for Sunday?"

Bob groaned as her hand wrapped around his stiffening cock. She kept eye contact with him while she gently, slowly pumped her hand along his length.

"Would be a day well spent," he murmured. cupping her cheeks in his hands and kissing her until she was moaning and squeezing him a little tighter with her hand. "Don't know if I could look at something as perfect as you without touching though."

"Coach Bob," Molly whined, eyes wide. "Don't test me. Sweet guys get shower blowjobs."

Bob could be sweet. Bob could be the sweetest guy Molly had ever encountered. She had briefly had her lips on him there last night, and he knew he wanted more. And he was living for these little games she played with him.

He kissed her lips and told her, "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

"That's it!" she said, shaking her head and dropping to her knees as Bob's back blocked the shower spray. "I tried to fucking warn you, but you didn't listen." Then her lips parted as she took him between them onto her plush tongue, and it took everything inside Bob not to blurt out the same thing he told her last night as she was falling asleep on him.

He loved her. He knew he didn't stand a chance. But spending the night here at her place made it so much worse. So much more obvious. And now she was sucking his dick and nuzzling his balls, and yeah, she was really good at this physical stuff. But that was only part of it for him. Because right now, he just wanted to skip work and spend the whole day with her, doing anything she wanted to do. And Bob never, ever thought about skipping work. 

"Mo," he gasped as she took him deep so that he was seeing stars. He leaned against the wall with one hand and ran his fingertips along the delicate shell of her ear with the other. She looked up at him with her mouth full. Beautiful. So beautiful. 

When he was close, she kissed him along his length and jerked him off, letting him cum all over her face and her gorgeous, pierced nipples. He was panting and out of breath, running his hands along her messy cheeks as she licked him from her lips and stood up. When she started wiping his mess up with her fingers and licking them clean, he groaned and kissed her lips. He'd never encountered a woman like this before. He was shocked by his attraction to her. But he also knew this was the only one he wanted now. 

"Bobby," she whispered against his lips with a soft giggle. "We'll be late for work if we don't focus."

"Well, I can't focus around you, Honey. So you're going to need to take the lead."

She preened at his attention as she got herself cleaned up. She handed him a fluffy towel and reminded him that he could use her spare, pink toothbrush. So he brushed his teeth and watched her put moisturizer on her face followed by a little bit of makeup that made her eyes look even prettier. 

"Everyone is going to notice that I didn't shave this morning," he told her when she ran her fingers along his jaw. "Nat's gonna give me hell. So will Bradley."

"I love that," she told him, kissing his chin.

Then he followed her to her bedroom and watched her pull on some maroon scrubs with her name embroidered on the top. He dressed in his clothes from yesterday, but he left his dress shirt on her bed. He'd told her she could keep it forever. He would give her anything he had if she said she wanted it.

"Coffee?" she asked, leading him to the kitchen like a magnet. She reached for two mugs that were so hideous, Bob figured Everett must have painted them for her when he was younger. And then she filled them both and handed him one. He sipped his black while she added sugar and creamer to hers until it looked almost white. 

And she did all of this like it was her normal routine. Like today was nothing special. And then Bob started to panic again as Molly blew on her coffee and looked up at him. Those gorgeous eyes. Those pretty, puckered lips. He would be devastated. As his eyes caught on the vase of flowers next to the coffee maker, he blurted out, "Molly, I don't want you to go out with Casey. Or anyone else."

"Oh," she gasped as she lowered her mug from her lips. 

"I want to... be the only one," he managed, and he knew he was blushing. He knew he was making a fool of himself, but he was afraid of not saying something. 

She pressed her lips together and that coy smile returned. "You want to be the only one, Bob? The only guy I'm with? The only one in my bed and my pussy?" she asked as she smirked.

Bob was beyond flustered now, but he was also annoyed. He wanted a straight answer as he set his mug down a little hard on the counter and kissed her hard on the lips. "Are you going to see Casey again?" he asked, and he could see his irritated reflection in her eyes. 

"Casey?" she asked, cocking her head slightly to the side. "Who's Casey? Never heard of him."

Bob examined her smirking face. "What does that mean, Honey?"

She flung her arms around his neck and kissed his stubble. "Means I'm not going out with anyone except you anymore, Lieutenant gives-girls-three-orgasms-in-a-row."

He still wasn't exactly sure how he'd managed to pull this one off. But he held her tight and kissed her while he let his hands explore her perfect body over her scrubs. "I like that," he told her with a nod before resting his forehead on hers. "We need to go now so I can run home and change into my uniform." He still had to take her back to her car which was at the tee ball field. 

Molly whimpered softly. "When can I see you in your uniform?"

Bob smiled and promised, "Anytime you want."

"This weekend?" she asked, running her hand along his undershirt. Then Bob remembered that it was Friday. Molly was watching Everett for her sister tonight so that Bob could treat the Team Mom to a drink at the Hard Deck. She had been helping him with tee ball while Bradley was up in Lemoore. 

"Tonight? You want to come to my place after your sister gets home? I won't keep her out late at the bar."

Molly laughed. "You better not, she's a lightweight!" Then she pushed him toward her door and grabbed her bag on the way. "Let's go get my car so we can both go to work so I can get to your place sooner." And that sounded like perfection to Bob.

----------------------

Bob fucks. Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls and everyone who bugged me to make Molly and Bob a thing!

PART 4

@theamuz

@thedroneranger

@cherrycola27

@katiedid-3

@mak-32

@bradshawsbitch

@beyondthesefourwalls

@je-suis-prest-rachel

@callsign-magnolia

@avaleineandafryingpan

@t-nd-rfoot

@wkndwlff

@eddiemunsonreader

@wintercap89

@the-fever-of-mankind

@yanna-banana

@lovingperfectionsblog

@daisydont-lie

@sappy-seresin

@birdy-bat-writes

@cutelittlefakejourneys

@cottagecori

@fandom-princess-forevermore

@sotalife

@shrimping-for-all

@xoxabs88xox

@rileyanntoinette

@mannsachds

@midnightmagpiemama

@greatszu

@zetasaturno99

@lovingrobertfloyd

@chicomonks

@taytaylala12

@captain-fandomwriter58

@grxcisxhy-wp

@hobireasns

@wolfquake23

@ohgodnotagainn

@toobouquet

@paintlavillered

@seitmai

@tigermoon3

@noonenuts

@amiets2

[xxkiller-muffinxx]

THAT FLOYD ONESHOT WAS SO GOOD‼️‼️ I'd love to see a part 2 for it!^^

(If you want to btw-)

As long as we're together

Floyd x reader (Part 1) (part 2) (part 3)

Summary: after a long while of being reconnected with your favorite brozone member. You make plenty of sweet familiar memories, however a line is crossed when a familiar popstar duo enters the picture.

Words: 1475

Warnings: Implied death, angst, another semi-cliffhanger

A/N: I don't know why I wrote these so fast, but maybe it's because I stopped worrying about tiny details and just went with the flow. I don't think I got Velvet and Veneers personalities perfect but I just felt like their scene fit their dynamic as best as possible. Genuinely appreciate the support on the last part, your guy’s positive feedback gives me life. Stay golden and enjoy! Ps. Velvet and Veneer are the same color but I tried to make it clear who was talking in the writing, thank you!

✦✧✦

You remember the first week you two were together. So fondly. Back to back in your prisons and humming each other's favorite song. No matter how embarrassing.

⊰⊱⊰⊱⊰⊱⊰⊱⊰⊱⊰⊱⊰⊱

It's been quiet for a few hours, you're both recovering from the last concert and are giving each other time to process. When suddenly Floyd begins humming quietly. You look at him and raise an eyebrow.

He returns your eye contact and smiles warmly. He then whispers. “Don't you…forget about me.” He would quietly sing. He continued mumbling the words until you would join in, but instead with one of his songs.

“Lately I've been, I've been losing sleep. Dreaming about the things that we could be.” You placed a hand on the glass as your voices began to wrap around one another. Creating a symphony unlike anything else. It reminded you that sometimes just singing matters more than any perfect note.

The two of you continued until you couldn't anymore. You tried to keep humming but you threw yourself into a coughing fit. Floyd immediately stopped singing and looked at you. “Hey hey, it's okay. You don't have to.” he comforted, instinctively reaching out a hand for your shoulder but being stopped by the barrier between you two.

“I'm okay. I'm okay,” you responded, despite the deep pain in your chest. You sat up and leaned on the glass. “Can we still talk?” You asked. Then Floyd nodded.

“So mount rageous? Pretty cool huh?” he started the conversation, but you only snorted at his sad excuse for a conversation topic.

⊰⊱⊰⊱⊰⊱⊰⊱⊰⊱⊰⊱⊰⊱

In a similar regard. You remember him telling you about his brothers. You were getting a bit too overhyped over all of them though. Even if you loved every other brother, you had to remind him who the best of them was.

⊰⊱⊰⊱⊰⊱⊰⊱⊰⊱⊰⊱⊰⊱

“Then there's Spruce-”

“The heartthrob!”

“Yeah him. He was nice, I didn't like how much he butted heads with John though. I just wish I could see them again,” He looked at his hands, gripping the air as if it were life support. You frowned. Leaning into the glass.

You didn't know how to comfort him, at this point, you were both pretty pessimistic. So saying anything optimistic would have the opposite effect. So you decided to keep talking instead.

“Yeah, spruce was pretty cool, but did you go to the last Brozone concert?” You said, utterly messing with him at that point.

“Wait what?” He asked as he glanced back at you.

“It was so good! I mean the pyrotechnics, the colors, ugh! The music! Don't get me started on the music!” you did your best to stand up and did an excited spin. Floyd followed.

“Woah hey, slow down.” he placed both hands on the glass and his eyebrows creased with worry.

“Though there was something I could never get over. Something that always irked me.” You stumbled back into the purple surrounding you, looking into Floyd’s eyes. He frowned and looked down. Seeming to already know what you’re going to say. However, you hit him with a curveball. “There wasn’t enough of that sensitive troll…what was his name again?”

He shook his head and said your name once. “What are you talking about?”

“He had pink hair, he was almost the youngest but Bitty B was too quick.”

He laughed and shook his head. “Bitty B was the star of the show honestly.”

You laughed and leaned your forehead toward him, he did the same. Your eyes met and you grinned. “He was the cutest troll and my favorite. No other brother could beat him.”

His cheeks turned red instantaneously, causing him to turn away. you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing. Which threw you into yet another coughing fit, Floyd was at your side quickly. Checking up on you to make sure you weren’t gone yet.

⊰⊱⊰⊱⊰⊱⊰⊱⊰⊱⊰⊱⊰⊱

Those moments, even if short. Meant the world to you. Now the boundary was crossed. Neither of you had much strength to talk or sing together anymore. To you went with compatible silence. That is until Velvet and Veneer took matters into their own hands.

You were in your usual spot when suddenly, Velvet stormed in. She was in hysterics, absolutely appalled by her performance. “I can't believe that happened!” she shrieked, kicking a shoe into a wall. Veneer came in right behind her.

“It's fine! One voice crack never ruined anyone's career! Woah!” Veneer dodged another shoe and hid behind a mirror just in case. Velvet wasn't having any of it though, she was completely thrown off course.

She stomped to the desk and swiped up the perfume bottle you were inside. “I don't care if it was one voice crack or five! I can't mess up like that in front of the world!” she growled and was prepared to throw you across the room. Before she stopped. She looked at you and smiled. “I just need more troll. That's all.”

She grinned, pulling the bottle to her neck and beginning to spray all around her. Veneer came from behind the mirror and put out a hand. “Hey, maybe we should ration those little guys, don't know how many trolls we're going to need, you know?” He tried reasoning.

Floyd looked up at Velvet and watched in horror as she sprayed as much of the music onto her as she could. There was nothing he could do. Velvet laughed in her insanity. Glancing at Veneer she made sure she was covered head to toe. “We won't need much more Veneer! If I nail this performance we’ll be made! I promise!”

Veneer shook his head and walked closer. When Velvet suddenly sprayed him in the face. “And face it. You love the attention as much as I do.” She hissed. Then once she was calm she slammed you back down onto the desk and left you alone. “Okay, now…I'm ready!” She was going to leave but Veneer stopped her. He pointed at your bottle and gulped. Velvet turned to look at you.

You were spent, your hair all white and your skin turning an entirely different shade. You were dying, and you were dying fast. Floyd dropped to his knees and whispered your name multiple times as if it would be the last thing he uttered. “Please be okay, please hold on for a bit longer.” He begged,

Then as soon as you were down, you were up again. Velvet groaned and handed Veneer the bottle. “You handle it. I have to get ready.” She said before leaving him alone in the room. Veneer grimaced as he watched her go. Then grimaced even more when he realized his duty.

Floyd banged on the glass. Trying to break it open to no avail. Veneer looked at Floyd. “Geez, you're making this harder. If I don't do this you know what Velvet will do.” He knelt down to Floyd’s level. Veneer’s eyes pleading for understanding.

Floyd shakes his head. “you don't have to do this, Veneer just let us go! Please, I'm begging you.” Floyd pushes hard on the glass, looking up into his eyes. Veneer, on the brink of being moved, stands up and looks at your nearly lifeless form.

Before he could respond, Velvet rips the diamond out of his hand. “What are you doing? I told you to deal with it. Not stand around playing with it.” She looked around and crossed her arms. “Ugh I always have to do everything. Hope you like flying.” she says, walking to the nearest window and opening it.

Veneer cringed at the notion, sitting down and looking away from her. Floyd began panicking more trying to get out more than ever, but of course. It wasn't working. He needed the perfect family harmony.

Without much of a second thought. Velvet threw you out of the window. Watching you fall and then dusting her hands off. She looked at Veneer. “Well? We have a show to put on. We have to get ready! Come on!” She walked out, leaving Veneer with Floyd. Veneer looked down at the troll and was going to comfort him when he decided, it probably wasn't for the best.

Veneer left, leaving Floyd all alone. Floyd was looking out the window. Thinking about you, thinking about all the fun you had in your worst situation, and he realized it was false hope. Being with you for the rest of your lives. He then realized there was no platonic explanation for his feelings.

He had loved you, but he didn't know it until you were gone.

Pt 3?

[fivestar-outlaw]

New Horizons (Park Seonghwa) (Ch. 4)

Chapter 4: Dreaming [Final Chapter]

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Fem!Reader

Words: 16.5K+ (OOPS)

Warning(s): Discussion of insecurities, some swearing, Ateez is a menace (lovingly) to reader and Hwa.

SMUT (18+) WARNINGS: Multiple orgasms, oral (M/F receiving), a hint of cockwarming, condoms and birthcontrol are used (not sure if this is needed here, but i know some people enjoy reading characters hitting it raw), PiV penetration, cumshot??? (i dont know if thats the correct term for what happens LMAO). I think thats it here.

A/N: FINALLY CHAPTER 4 IS HERE. Life kept throwing curveballs but I came through!! I. Love. This. Chapter. SM. A lot went into it and its just fluffy, silly fun time with some spice. I originally was going to write a smut scene for the epilogue but it just works here. also apologies if it isnt good, im a lil rusty with smut writing. ANYWAYS enjoy! <3

Reader is implied to be living in the US bc uh TIMEZONES ARE FUCKY and i didnt realize how reliant i was on mine (PST) when looking up KST

Summary: Attempting an all-nighter while playing Animal Crossing alongside your bias, you didn't expect your turnip prices to be such a high amount... nor did you expect Park Seonghwa to actually accept your offer to sell his turnips on your island.

Series Masterlist | Navigation

"Can you stop pacing?" Jongho sighed, watching Seonghwa going back and forth in the living space of the MinSanHwa dorm. Everyone in Ateez were currently residing there, waiting for your arrival in this somewhat warm afternoon.

He felt confident with you coming over. He was excited and ready to start laying down hints about his feelings and hopefully catch any signs from you. But the second they got the text from their manager and you that you'd been picked up from the airport, Seonghwa was up on his feet nervously spot cleaning and pacing. He felt confident at the start of the day, but now? He was on edge.

"What if she suddenly doesn't want to see me?" The eldest asked out loud, feeling anxiety creeping up his spine. "What if she'll not want to stay with me then?"

"Well, she'll still want to see me and stay with me then." Wooyoung teased. Seonghwa shot him a glare.

"Not helping, Woo." Mingi hissed to the younger male. "What happened to the confidence you had earlier?"

"I don't know why I am freaking out this bad." The eldest groaned and started pacing quicker.

"Hwa, you should sit down. Pacing isn't going to help your nerves." San suggested, getting up from his spot on the couch. He gently grasped Seonghwa's arms and pulled him over to take the spot he once inhabited. The younger male made him sit and gave him a reassuring squeeze to one of his arms.

"(Y/N) is just as excited and probably just as nervous to meet you too." Hongjoong attempt to reassure. The eldest nodded, taking a deep breath, as a smile grew on his face.

"Thank you, guys. I am feeling a little less stressed now."

"And if you two need San and I gone, just give us a heads up and we will bunk with the others." Mingi cheekily grinned. Wooyoung bursted out laughing, with San and Yuhno chuckling. Honjoong, Yeosang, and Jongho had a scandalized look before they too laughed along.

"Why would we- Oh my god." Seonghwa groaned loudly. Everyone smiled at flustered expression on their oldest friends face all while Mingi looked proud.

A series of rhythmic knocks had the room go silent.

All of Ateez looked at Seonghwa, who simply stared at the front door with wide eyes. No one moved a muscle. Wooyoung, who was sitting next the eldest male, practically pushed Seonghwa to his feet. He gulped and approached the door. Taking in a deep breath, he turned the several locks and opened the door.

There you were, with a half drank beverage in one hand and your phone in the other. Your suitcase rested just behind you and your carry on hung over your left shoulder. You wore clothes comfortable for travel yet still looked as good as ever. Neither of you spoke. You both just stared at each other.

"(Y/N)!" Hongjoong's voice snapped the two of you out of your trances. He walked through the threshold and grabbed your suitcase with a grin. "Come inside."

"Hey everyone!" You smiled walking into the dorm, waving. All of Ateez stood up from their spots with wide smiles. Wooyoung was bouncing in his spot; San, Mingi, and Yuhno excitedly waved; Yeosang and Jongho looked calm, though one could easily discern some nervousness in their glances; and Hongjoong went and set aside your luggage so it was out of the way for now.

"(Y/N)..." Seonghwa's soft voice stole your attention. Before you could speak he pulled you into a tight embrace. You easily melted into him, the smell of his cologne and the warmth of his body invading your senses. You immediately wrap your arms around him just as tight and you could hardly hear the faint awws from the others.

"It's good to see you in person, Hwa." You whisper.

"Likewise." He slowly moved away, though kept his hands resting on your shoulders.

"Stop hogging her, hyung!" Wooyoung was almost instantly right by your side with a pout on his face. He removed Seonghwa's hands from your shoulders like a child and once they were off you, a big grin broke out on Woo's face. "We are so happy you're here!" He placed his hands on your cheeks, squishing your face, before pulling you into a hug.

Soon enough, everyone was around you. Each member took turns greeting you and pulling you into a hug. Seonghwa couldn't help but smile at the friendliness between you and the others. Even Jongho gave you a very brief hug with a gummy grin on his face.

"It's almost surreal being here with you guys." You admitted, wide eyed, looking at each one. Although, your gaze lingered on Seonghwa's form more so than the others. "It feels like just yesterday I invited Hwa to sell turnips on my island."

"Yeah, and now he won't ever stop talking about you." Yeosang teased with an almost deadpan expression, which soon melted into a smile.

"You all live to embarrass me." Hwa rolled his eyes while fighting the urge to smile himself.

"Not to further embarrass you, or you (Y/N), but we should probably settle sleeping arrangements. I assume your staying in our dorm." San inquired.

"You can always stay with me." Wooyoung suggested, leaning against you.

"I figured I would be taking the couch." You shrug.

"No, you can have my bed. I'll stay on the couch." Seonghwa asserts.

"Hwa, it's your bed."

"(Y/N), your our guest." Hongjoong interjected. "You should sleep on the bed."

"He is the idol. He should be well rested and the best shape, especially if you guys are practicing and learning new choreography and he can't do that if he isn't able to sleep comfortably."

"Ah, well, you aren't wrong there."

"Joong." Hwa gave him an incredulous look.

"You guys could always take turns." Yuhno suggested with a quiet chuckle.

"You both could always just share the bed." Mingi interjects with a cheeky look on his face. That resulted in a light smack to the back of his head from Hongjoong. Mingi yelped and glared at Joong.

"Seonghwa and I can figure it out when we get there. I have a feeling we will be here all day." You say, feigning slight exasperation. "We talked briefly about ideas of what to do, but now that we are here..."

"Well, we would love to bring you to the dance studio while you stay." Yuhno smiled.

"And I asked my vocal coach, he said it was alright for you to listen in on a practice if you still want to." Jongho beamed.

"We can also take you places for sight-seeing and to grab food. We will have to be careful and go in small groups after practice but it should be fun. We have a photoshoot Thursday, which you're welcome to join us for." Hongjoong added. "There are limits as to what we can do outside the dorms and the KQ building, but overall we want to spend time with you."

"We all have Switch's too, so don't think about playing only Animal Crossing with him." Woo playfully glared at you and Seonghwa. This had the others wanting to already play games like Mario Kart or Smash Bros with you.

After a day of playing different party games, laughing at how competitive each of the guys were, and having delicious takeout from one of their favorite places, the nine of you were crowded around the tv in the MinSanHwa dorm. You decided on what movie to watch via rock, paper, scissors; the winner got to pick the movie and sat out from the rest of the game.

You won the first pick. You decided on a movie you enjoyed that you have been meaning to rewatch. San won next and he picked out a film no had seen before. Yeosang was after him and decided on a classic Korean film that you hadn't watched. Now Yuhno's choice was playing, which was Spider-Man: Into the Spiderverse.

You were practically forced to sit on the couch, right in between Seonghwa and San, while the others occupied desk chairs brought out from either San, Mingi, or Seonghwa's rooms or the floor. They insisted it was because you were the guest, but Ateez really wanted to make sure you and Seonghwa were seated next to each other for movie time.

After all, operation 'Hwa+Y/N' (Wooyoung's idea) was officially set in motion the second you knocked on the door. It was their way of helping you and Seonghwa to hopefully confessing to one another.

It was midway through the film when you started feeling like you were about to fall asleep. Lingering drowsiness had been present since Yeosang's movie but you were able to keep it at bay. Now, it felt like you were struggling hard to keep your eyes open. Travel exhaustion and your sleep schedule now being thrown off further must have finally caught up. You felt your breathing start to slow as you couldn't keep your eyes open any longer.

Seonghwa's eyes widened when felt weight on his shoulder. Craning his head, his face softened and his heart fluttered at the sight of your head resting on his shoulder. He couldn't help the large smile on his face as he stared, not paying any attention to the movie.

"Aww." Wooyoung cooed softly. He held up his phone and leaned away from you and Hwa to snap a few pictures. 

"Send me those." The eldest murmured. Wooyoung nodded and made sure to send them to Hwa. He also sent them to the group chat he created without you or the oldest male he lovingly named the ship name he and Yuhno coined for you and Hwa.

"Here, I'll pause it-" Yuhno lifted the remote to pause the movie but Seonghwa cut him off.

"Let her sleep through the rest of it." He kept his voice low as to not wake you.

"You just don't want her off you, hyung." Jongho teased. Hwa simply rolled his eyes and focused his eyes on the screen. He would be lying, though, if he were to say the rest of his attention was focused in on you. He wanted nothing more than to place a chaste kiss to your hairline and interlock his fingers with yours, and he almost would have if he wasn't keenly aware of his friends not-so-subtly watching him.

When the credits for the movie started playing the tv was shut off. Everyone awake except Seonghwa got up from their spots and stretched, a few yawned in tandem. San and Mingi started moving their desk chairs back into their rooms. Seonghwa blinked back the sleepiness creeping up on him as he ever-so-slightly shifted, reaching over with his free hand. He gently tapped and shook you as he called out your name.

"Hmmm?" You mumbled, your eyes slowly opening. You lazily raise your head from his shoulder but shift your body closer to his. If you weren't half-awake you would have caught how flushed his ears were becoming. "Damn. Did I sleep through the movie?"

"Just half way through."

"All the excitement and traveling must of finally caught up to me." You gingerly move away from Hwa, much to his disappointment, and lift your arms about your head. Your stretched them and your spine as a big yawn escaped your mouth. "We never did figure out sleeping arrangements."

"Seonghwa-hyung, you can have my bed and (Y/N), you can have his for the stay." San smiled as he came back into the living area. "I'll stay with one of the others."

"San-"

"You guys can't argue against me on this." He held up his hand, effectively cutting you and Seonghwa off, and eyed the rest of the group. "Who am I bunking with first?"

"You can stay in my bed tonight, Sannie. I have some work to do anyways." Hongjoong offered. "Oh, by the way, we are going to be heading out early tomorrow for practice, (Y/N)."

"Sounds good. I can't wait. Thanks for," Your own yawn interrupted you, making the others faintly chuckle, "the heads up."

You slowly stand up from the couch alongside Hwa and start to make your way to your bags, but the more awake Seonghwa beat you to it. He lifted your carry-on over one of his shoulders and already started moving the suitcase towards his room. You simply roll your eyes and smile before bidding the others goodnight.

"As you know I got the smallest room but its still nice." Hwa said as he set your things down near the end of his bed. "All I ask is just make the bed each morning and be careful around those." He gestured to his display cases of his Lego figures, which he had lovingly showed you many times over video calls. "You seem like you're about to pass out. Do you need anything before you sleep?"

"I think I am good for now, thank you Hwa." You smile. He gives you a soft smile and turns to leave but you stop him. "Wait, can I... can I have another hug before bed?"

"You don't have to ask, you know." Hwa gingerly wrapped his arms around you. One of his hands rested on your upper back while the other found purchase on the back of your head. You took a deep breath and held him close. It was a warm hug that lasted for a good moment. You both slowly pulled away.

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight, (Y/N)." He exited his room, closing the door.

You exhale and quickly got changed. You quickly exit the room to the bathroom to brush your teeth. When finished you promptly went back to Hwa's room and pulled back his covers, slipping into the soft bedding. The mattress was extremely comfortable and as you nuzzled your face into the pillow, you smiled and drifted off to sleep.

---

It has been a couple of days since you had arrived and its been a joy. You've gotten to try different foods and snacks with Ateez and got to have a tour of the KQ building. You even got to meet some of  BBTrippin briefly which was amazing.

You mostly were with Ateez when you went to the building, just like now. You were currently sitting on the floor of one of the dance rooms, sipping on a drink you and Wooyoung went to get in the canteen area. The boys were all dancing to older choreography before they started working on their newer songs.

You could feel the floor shake when they danced Hala Hala, which made you quietly giggle.

It was something else seeing them dance in person. Your eyes wandered to each person. You admired how each person moved and danced as if they were on stage performing for thousands. Your eyes stayed on Hwa's form the most. Everyone was extremely skilled in Ateez, but something about his presence while performing drew you in.

When Hala Hala finished, the boys decided to take a five minute break right as the choreographer walked in. Wooyoung and San decided to collapse by you while the others talked to their choreographer.

"What did you think?" Woo asked, practically draping his sweaty self over you.

You grimace, "I think your getting me all sweaty."

"You probably stink too." San teased, poking the younger males arm.

"I do not stink!" Woo gasped while pretending to be offended. His lips formed a pout as he laid down on the floor, resting his head on your lap, his face was towards your stomach. He glanced up to your face. "I don't stink, right (Y/N)?"

"No, you smell like your cologne." You patted his head and chuckled at his behavior. He shifted his head a bit so he could glance at San, letting out a small 'hmph' before returning to his previous position.

San moved himself closer to you and leaned in to talk to you both quietly. "How are you holding up with the whole crush thing?"

"Shh!" You hissed, glancing over to Seonghwa. He was still conversing with the choreographer. San had asked if you had a crush on Hwa when you both went and got snacks together during your first time at KQ. He knew the answer since that phone call Woo had in front of everyone but needed to set it up like he figured it out on his own. You tried to deny it but the knowing smile on his face told you he already knew the answer.

"Have you thought about confessing?" Wooyoung asked.

"I...I thought about doing it sometime over this stay but being in person has made it a bit more intimidating."

"How so?"

"I don't know. I think it makes it feel more real?" Your brows furrowed as you tried explaining the feeling you have been experiencing. "It felt real through our chats and video calls, but now that I am here in person... I feel like it'll hurt more if he-"

"Don't be negative." San gently reprimanded. "Just follow your heart, okay? The right moment will appear so don't ignore it."

"Okay, your right." You exhaled and were about to say more when Hongjoong and the choreographer called everyone to start practicing the new dance. Wooyoung got up with a groan but a big smile on his face. San followed suit and you gave them playful taps to their calves as they walked to the middle of the room.

You look to the mirror wall and you suddenly lock eyes with Seonghwa in the mirror. He gave you a sheepish smile, his ears and cheeks blushing faintly from being caught staring. You give him a reassuring smile and thumbs up, mouthing the word 'fighting'. He bowed his head with a bashful smile before returning eye contact with you, repeating that same word.

The choreographer began teaching them the next steps to Ateez. You watched intently, following the instructors moves and then looking at Ateez mimic him.  You noticed Wooyoung, Mingi, and Yuhno were quick in picking up the new dance. Though, you were aware of how much the choreographer was correcting Hwa today as well. You could see him deflate more and more which would cause him to make more mistakes. You could feel your heart clench when you saw his dejected look.

Two and a half hours of teaching passed. An extended break was called by the instructor for the guys to refill their energy. You got up from the floor and stretched, wincing at how numb and achy you butt and lower back felt. You were about to head out with the others who were going to get snacks and food, but stayed still when you saw Seonghwa wasn't joining. He seemed to be lost in thought as he stared at the hardwood floor.

You took tentative steps towards him. Your chest tightened as you got closer. You slowly reach out and place hand on his bicep. Your touched snapped him out of his stupor. His blinked rapidly before he glanced towards your face.

"Are you okay, Hwa?" You asked softly.

"Yeah... I am." His tone and a smile were anything but convincing. You didn't want to push him but you wanted to make sure he was alright.

"You don't have to tell me what's bugging you. And yes I can tell something is." You smile. "I just wanted to let you know I am here for you. Hwa."

"Thank you." His smile this time was genuine. Although, that smile quickly turned into a frown. "I am just angry with myself for how much I am messing up. I was doing fine yesterday and the day before but today... It's like I can't get the steps or the timing down like the others. I know I can do it but for some reason I am just not getting it."

"I see..." You took a moment to think when an idea came to mind. "Why do you teach me the new stuff yourself? Maybe speaking out loud will help the process and you can catch where you've been having trouble."

"Do you think that will really help?"

"Can't say for certain, Hwa, but it helps me when I get stuck writing essays or doing homework."

"Then lets try it."

You felt sweat drip down your face as you danced the first section of the new choreography with Seonghwa. Your advice did indeed help him. As he went over the steps with you, you saw how his eyebrows would raise on certain steps. His face would brighten each time he taught the counts and steps. He was patient with you, especially since Ateez dances were very intense. When he gave you the counts you noticed him catch an error he had been making beforehand and would proceed to explain it the right way.

Now, he smiled proudly at himself in the mirror at the end of the small practice session while you tried keeping your labored breathing to a minimum. The build up of sweat at your brow made you want to swipe it off with the back of your hand but you resisted. Though you did you feel your heart flutter when you saw how proud Hwa looked about himself.

Seonghwa looked at you and his eyes widened. "Let me get you some water and a towel." He hurriedly went to the edge of the studio and picked up a clean towel from the bench and then the half drank bottle of water he'd been drinking from. He made his way back to you, handing off the water. You expected him to give you the towel.

Instead, his free hand rested on your shoulder while the other gently dabbed your face. You tried your best to mask your shocked expression and hoped he couldn't discern the heat from your face was from his actions and not from the dancing. Seonghwa's touches were gentle as he cleaned your face. You felt your breath hitch when he dragged the towel around your neck.

You couldn't help but stare at him, his face concentrated on dabbing your skin. He eyes flickered to yours which caused his movements to halt. You swore you saw his attention briefly moved to your lips before they were back on your eyes. You both ever-so-slightly move closer to each other and again, his eyes wandered to your lips and neck.

He leaned in, eyes hooded, and you couldn't help but follow along-

"(Y/N)! Hwa!" Wooyoungs loud voice deeply cut through the moment. Instinctively you both moved away from each other and looked to see the younger male carrying in two paper bags. "We brought you guys lunch since you weren't there."

"(Y/N) was helping me out with the new dance. I think I got a good grasp on it now." Hwa quickly went to join his members while you followed along, your throat dry. Both of you missed the pointed glares Yuhno, San, and Jongho sent Wooyoung as they pulled out their phones.

'We told you to wait Woo. They were clearly having a moment!' Yuhno messaged their (Y/N)/Hwa-less group chat. Jongho and San quickly followed up his message with angry cat emotes.

---

It was the day of the photoshoot. Apparently, it was for a big magazine that would come out during promotions for the new album.

You were hustled into the building with the stylists while Ateez went in elsewhere. Tiredness lingered on you while you still adjusted to the time zone difference but you didn't let that stop the excitement. You hardly caught a glimpse of the boys when their manager had you sit in the back corner of the shooting room. He gave you a smiled, handing you a badge that shows your allowed to be there, and placed a chair next you for himself before going off to the dressing room.

You waited for a while until you heard the people working the photoshoot call for the boys. Your eyes widened when you saw them walk out of the room. Every single one of them almost too handsome to be human.

Your attention, though of course, stayed on Seonghwa. He wore a loose, knitted grey sweater that was purposely distressed in some areas. The sleeves were long and reached past his hands but the hem was short, exposing just enough of his stomach. If he were to raise his arms, more of his midriff would be shown. His hair was styled down and loose and his charcoal grey top was matched with a dark belt and blue jeans.

You couldn't stop staring. Seonghwa always looked handsome to you, but this look? It was as if the stylist wanted you to keel over. The whole look made your heart race as you scanned over his figure again. 'Is he aware how hot he looks right now?'

You didn't even realize Seonghwa was watching at you. Your face immediately heated up. You gave him a sheepish smile and look away, an embarrassed warmth spreading through your being at being caught obviously checking him out. You focused on one of the studio lights. 'What a neat brand...' You glance back at him in the corner of your eye and immediately looked back at the light when you saw he was still looking your way.

A small, shy smile grew on Seonghwa's face. There was a mix of feelings within him. He felt bashful his crush was eyeing and admiring him so openly, but he also a sense of pride. His heart beat fast against chest.

Seonghwa always brushed off any thought he had of you loving him back. He never could tell over video calls you were ever admiring him in the way he wanted you to, and despite the small glances he had caught you stealing, he tried not to over think it... which actually was him overthinking it. His past insecurities coming up to tell him he was wrong. That little voice in his head always downplayed it. A part of him believed you wanted to kiss him back in the dance studio. However his internal voice dismissed it.

But now? Now he feels almost certain. This had to be one of those signs the others were telling him. There was no denying the expression you wore... how your eyes trailed over his figure... the way your barely sucked in your bottom lip between your teeth... or the embarrassed look as you put your focus elsewhere when he caught you. His smile turned into a faint smirk.

"What's up with you, hyung?" Wooyoung asked with a raised brow.

"I apologize." Seonghwa said in a low voice, that small smirk still present.

"For what?"

"For always doubting you about (Y/N)'s feelings towards me."

"What finallygave it away?"

"She was checking me out." Seonghwa looked to his friend while crossing his arms over his chest, the bashfulness starting to kick in at what he was about to say. "We also may have almost kissed the other day-"

"What?!" Woo shouted, making a silence wash over the room. He sheepishly smiled and apologized. The two waited until the photoshoot crew was talking again as they got the final lights ready. The rest of Ateez huddled around them with curious gazes. Wooyoung made sure to fill them in quickly before signaling for the eldest to continue.

"Listen. I wasn't sure whathappened then. I just... moved on my own and she leaned in too before you guys came back in." Hwa raised a brow when both Yuhno and San smacked Woo. "But I just watched her blatantly check me out."

"You two havebeen affectionate with each other since she got here." Yeosang notes, soft hums of agreement were heard from the others. "Whether each of you recognize it or not."

Seonghwa nodded slowly to that. His mind recalling all the light touches between you both, the nightly hugs before bed,

"Haven't we been telling you she is into you for how long?" Mingi said while crossing his arms.

"I know. I feel foolish now. I know that feeling of doubt may come back up- and I hope it doesn't because I feel really happy right now- but I do feel sure about it now." The elder sighed.

"What will you do now?" Hongjoong asked

"I haven't thought that far." Seonghwa looked away from his friend.

"Leave it to me, hyung." Woo winked.

"Jung Wooyoung-" Hwa started to protest but the photographer called him up for a few solo shots. The eldest gave Wooyoung a pointed look before making his way to start the shoot. Woo grinned and immediately went over the wait by you. The others followed, both curious and excited to see things finally progressing forward.

You were watching Seonghwa get into position for the first picture they wanted when you saw in the corner of tour eye the rest of Ateez joining you. Wooyoung sat in the managers unoccupied chair and gently bumped you. The rest of the boys were able to grab chairs of their own to join you.

"Oh hey guys." You smile. "You all look great. Thanks for inviting me."

"We appreciate you coming." Jongho smiled.

"I caught you checking out Seonghwa~" Wooyoung said in a sing-song voice, cutting straight to the chase. You were unaware of the lie.

"Woo!" Your eyes widened and you looked to the others.

"(Y/N), you haven't been exactly subtle. Well, at least to us. Hwa is oblivious." Yuhno told you, slightly relieved you never figured out Wooyoung told them back in February.

"And don't take this as the rest of us teasing you like Wooyoung, okay? Because we aren't." San added.

"So not only Seonghwa saw me, but you all did too." You groaned and tilted your head back, closing your eyes as you felt the familiar feeling of embarrassment creep up in your system.

"If it makes you feel any better, he didn't seem to mind it." Woo shrugged. "Anyways that's not the only reason why I came here. I wanted to do a dinner party tonight."

"Dinner party?"

"Yes. After the shoot I want to cook everyone a meal, share some soju, and have fun. I plan on keeping my makeup on a dressing up, and I'll make sure the others will be dressed up as well. You should too."

"Sounds like it would be fun, as long as I get to help."

"You are our guest..." Yeosang tried to argue but it trailed off at the look you gave him.

"I want to help. I think it would be fun to learn from Wooyoung."

Your eyes wandered back to the shoot as the others discussed the dinner plans and who all would go shopping for ingredients.

Your eyes widened when you watched Seonghwa raise he hands up and place them behind his head. The hem of the grey sweater indeed raised up enough to show off more of his waist and stomach.

"Close your mouth, (Y/N)." Woo nudged you, but your eyes stayed on Hwa posing. "You'll catch flies."

---

"Wash the rice and vegetables, hyung." Wooyoung gestured to Hwa, his voice firm. However, he switched to an overly sweet tone when addressing you."(Y/N), my dear, can you start cutting up vegetables when he is done."

You laugh and grab the cutting board. You moved to stand next to Seonghwa so you could easily get ahold of what needs to be chopped. You eyed the overly cutesy apron Woo made him wear. You glanced down at your own, it was simple with a cute cat printed on it.  Seonghwa gently leaned over and bumped you with a smile before setting down a bell pepper for you start cutting.

Hongjoong, Yeosang, and Mingi were in the living area working on different things on their laptops while Jongho, Yuhno, and San say on the barstools at the kitchen island. Mingi also offered to help but Wooyoung said three people in the kitchen was enough.

The close proximity with Seonghwa in this moment had you recalling your stay with them thus far. Small moments of affection from Hwa were really becoming obvious to you.

Thinking back to when he got done with his solo shots, he practically pulled Woo out of the chair next to you and sat down, much to the younger male's and their manager's (who got the chair for himself) dismay. His arm stayed against yours until he had to get up again for the group pictures. When he came back from the dressing room after getting changed into a new outfit and hairstyle, he stood behind you and rested his hands on your shoulders until he was called again.

When you all left the photo studio and were crammed into the large van, Seonghwa had you both in the very backseats with San. You were sat in the middle, away from windows, but he kept himself close to you. He was showing different things on his phone all while leaning against you. This wasn't the first time either. Sitting next to each other while playing Animal Crossing, during a movie, or simply sitting next to each other for mundane things... he'd lean against you whether or not he was aware of it.

Then there were the times you'd be coming back to the dorms. You and Ateez would get back from KQ, he would rest his hand on your upper back whenever everyone loaded into the small elevator up to the dorm floor. He would keep himself close to you, which you assumed at first was due to limited space. However, even when it was just the two of you, he'd stay close with his hand between your your shoulder blades.

And then the dance studio moment. If the others hadn't of came in, you almost swore he would have kissed you and you would have definitely kissed him back. Your mind at first tried playing it off as your imagination but the more you thought about it, the more it seemed likely.

And you were ecstatic.

You had to keep yourself calm as you helped out in the kitchen but the blooming smile on your face gave you away.

"What has you all happy, hmm?" Woo asked quietly. You glance over your shoulder and saw Hwa was conversing with the others at the island.

"Just thinking how much I was a fool."

A smug look came over his face. "Explain."

"Woo..." You whined.

"You have to be specific because I don't know what you mean." He simply shrugged and focused on stirring one of the sauces.

"You were right, I think, about Hwa... I think he likes me."

"You think?" Woo gave you a deadpan look. You smacked his arm, which made him yelp and laugh.

"What's happening over there?" San laughed and grinned at the two of you. Seonghwa sent you both a curious look.

"Nothing, Wooyoung is just being Wooyoung." You sent the younger male a glare to signal he should keep quiet. Thankfully he didn't say anything further but he still held that smug look.

There came a point where Wooyoung didn't need any help further so he shooed you and Hwa out the kitchen. You decided to head back to Hwa's dorm to change into a nicer outfit and to freshen up your appearance. It didn't take you long and you went to the bathroom to go over your appearance in the mirror. You heard the front door close and heard Hwa's door close as well. You couldn't help but smile when you thought of him.

You felt your heart beat quicken as you thought about your feelings and confessing to Hwa. You were sure now he returned your feelings, but now taking that next step seemed daunting. You were also not fond of confessing in front of the others, if you had the courage to confess at all.

You smoothed out your clothes and left the bathroom, only to run right into Seonghwa, who had his hand up as if he were about to knock on the door.

"Oh sorry."

"My bad." You both laughed.

"Wooyoung sent me to get you and grab the soju we have here." Hwa lifted up the bottle of the yogurt flavored soju from the fridge. "You look good."

"You do too." You noticed he also changed his top. You gulped when you saw it was very similar to the grey top he wore at the photoshoot. It was black, not a knitted looking top with a purposely distressed look. The hem wasn't as short and the sleeves weren't as long as the photoshoot top, but it still looked good. His hair was worn down now and his face was bare, having took a quick shower when everyone got back from the photoshoot.

There was awkward silence as you both stared at each other. You felt your phone buzz, which you were sure was one of the guys telling you dinner was ready.

"We should probably get back." Hwa spoke in a soft voice, his eyes never leaving yours as a small smile appeared on his face.

"Y-yeah, we should." You nod. You both quickly left and re-entered Wooyoung, Hongjoong, and Jongho's dorm. You saw the others were already sitting at the table. It looked cramped but there was enough room for everyone and most of the food in the middle. There were two spots open next to one another.

You both took your spots, Yeosang was next to you while Hongjoong was by Seonghwa. Once you both joined, everyone started putting food onto their plates. You felt giddiness for some reason whenever Seonghwa would get food for you when he got his serving. The soju bottles started getting passed around for those that wanted to drink. You decided to partake, hoping it would calm your nerves.

Your very belated revelation had you feeling more at edge around Seonghwa than ever before.

You hadn't realized you were tapping your fingers against your thigh until you felt Hwa's hand clasped around yours. You tensed but relaxed when he gave your hand a light squeeze.

"Are you okay? You seem on edge." He asked as quietly as he could. Everyone else chatted and some were loud, but he wanted to make sure you had some privacy. You appreciated that.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just really happy to be here." You smile and lean against him for a few moments. He unfortunately let go of your hand so you both could eat with ease, but he shifted in his seat so his thigh stayed pressed against yours.

It was getting later in the night now.

You stopped drinking alcohol when you felt a nice buzz. While drinking with your friends sounded fun, you also didn't want to potentially embarrass yourself in front of them. Besides those who weren't as drunk as Hongjoong, San, Mingi, and Wooyoung, who were all flushed in the face and neck, needed to keep an eye on them.

"Sannie isn't that strong of a drinker." Hwa chuckled next to you as you both watched him and Mingi sing loudly to some ballads.

"Hyung you have no room to talk." Yeosang rolled his eyes as he sat next to you. He crossed his arms and rested his head on your shoulder.

"Hwa's a lightweight?" You ask with a smirk, looking to the man in question.

"He gets as bad as Sannie." Yeosang wore a faux pout. "At least San doesn't scream in your face."

"Hey, we were playing a game. Don't make it sound worse to (Y/N)." The eldest grumbled and followed the younger in resting against you. You simply chuckled at their antics.

You nearly busted out laughing when Wooyoung and Hongjoong loudly joined San and Mingi's singing. Their voices were very loud and their singing was slightly slurred. You watched as Wooyoung climbed onto the wooden coffee table, singing his heart out to the room.

"Woo get down before you hurt yourself." Yuhno sighed, approaching the scene.

"Let him perform!" Mingi and San said at the same time.

"I don't want to hear it from the two that got us a jumping ban." Yuhno struggled to get Wooyoung off the coffee table but managed to do so despite the younger one's squirming.

"Ah, he is such a handful even when he is drunk." You heard Jongho say from behind you.

"Glad I stopped when I stopped drinking when I did." You chuckled. "I probably would have been up there with him."

"Oh that would be fun to see." Hwa acted like he was about to get up off the couch. "Should we get more to drink ?"

"I don't want to be yelled at." You scrunch your nose at him teasingly.

"I would never." He places his hand on his chest and faked offense.

"Although I wouldn't mind one more shot from that bottle with the purple cap. That stuff is delicious."

Yeosang decided to get off the couch and grabbed the bottle and three of the shot glasses. He poured you each a glass, the bottle now empty. You tilted back the small cup and down the smooth liquid easily.

Yeosang chose to sit back at the table, leaving just you and the eldest on the couch. You moved in your spot so you could rest your head on Seonghwa's shoulder now. You started to feel tired, likely from the alcohol in your system, but you felt at peace. Well, for the most part. When four men were loudly singing ballads right in front of you, it was hard to actually fall asleep.

"You should get some rest, (Y/N)." Jongho spoke softly. He was resting his arms on the back of the couch where Yeosang was once residing.

"I don't want leave you alone with dealing with the drunks though."

"Don't worry about us. We got this handled." Yuhno grinned. His arms were still around Wooyoung as they swayed to the song playing.

"Alright. I'm heading back over then." You pat Hwa's leg and got up from the couch. You stretch your limbs and start the head over to the door when you noticed Seonghwa got up and was following you.

"I'm tired too." He had a light blush on his cheeks.

You both told everyone goodnight as you went back to the MinSanHwa dorm. You didn't catch how the rest of sober Ateez gave Hwa a thumbs up before the door closed.

"Ugh, I don't want to take off my makeup." You groan as you both walk through the front door. Seonghwa chuckled from behind you as he closed the door.

"Why don't you sit on the couch. I'll be back out." You gave him a questioning look but he was already heading into his room. You sit down on the couch and take in a deep breath. You felt a little more buzzed now that your last shot had been in your system for a bit.

A few minutes pass when Seonghwa came back out from his room. He appeared to have changed into nightwear. In his hand was a bottle of makeup remover and two clean towels. He sat next to you on the couch, his legs crossed as he faced you.

"Hwa, what are you doing?" You ask with a slight chuckle.

"Turn and face me. I'll take off your makeup." You gave him a puzzled look but did as he asked.

"Why do you want to take off my makeup? I have two hands, you know?" Your tone was playful, but there was genuine curiosity there. "You're always taking care of me."

"Is it an issue?"

"No, it isn't."

He uncapped the makeup remover and dabbed it onto one of the face towels. He gestures for you to close your eyes and you do.

"I am about to touch you." He murmured and just a moment later you felt the expected cloth on your face. You felt him start to clean off your forehead first. His fingers of his free hand gently held your jaw as he moved your head when he needed to. His touch was electrifying. "Let me know if I am too rough."

You mumble a response. Both of you sat in silence as he slowly and carefully cleaned your face. Your mind was taken back to that day in the dance studio when he cleaned your face then. It made your heart flutter.

"I like taking care of you." His voice cut through the silence between you two. He carefully started removing your eye makeup. "That's why I wanted to take off your makeup right now."

"Oh." Was all you could say. Your mind swam with different thoughts and feelings, all clouded by your buzz. You gulped and took a deep breath. "Why?"

"You can open your eyes now." You did so and saw he was smiling at you. With his free hand, he tilted your head back, making sure to clean under your jaw and your neck for any left over makeup. His motions were careful, his free hand stayed at the base of your neck. "I like taking care of you because I carefor you. I like seeing you happy. Hongjoong told me it's my love language for those I am close with."

Seonghwa finished cleaning off every part of your face and neck. He set the towel down on the coffee table and placed both his hands on the sides of your head, guiding you to face him. His hands lingered for a second longer before he moved them to rest on his legs.

Hwa gave you a look full of fondness and sincerity. His smile was warm and you felt safe under his gaze. You smile back and scoot closer to him. You caught his dark brown eyes staring at your lips, and this time it was blatant. Your breath was caught in your throat and your face felt on fire. And yet, your mind, while racing, wasn't telling you to overthink. It wasn't downplaying the situation like it would do before. Everything in the moment, you and Hwa alone having a sweet moment, felt right.

This has to be the right moment, like San told you.

"May I?" His voice was almost a whisper but you heard him loud and clear.

"Yes, before someone interrupts again." Seonghwa let out an amused 'hmph' sound. He scooted himself closer to you, one of his legs now was angled off the couch. As if you were made of glass, Seonghwa gently placed both his hands on your jawline. His thumbs softly petted the skin of your cheeks while his eyes roamed over your face. Your hands found their spot on his waist and you smile.

He gave you a look, asking for permission again. And when you slowly nodded once his soft lips were pressed against yours. You smiled against him, your heart raced and beat rapidly against your ribcage. You could feel the corner of his lips curl up words. The kiss was almost fleeting, a quick moment between you two.

Seonghwa pulled away, only to rest his forehead against yours. He let out a shaky breath, his eyes were still closed.

"I've wanted to do that for a while now." He let out an airy laugh.

"Me too, Hwa." You chuckle, your voice trembling ever-so-slightly.

"Can I...?"

"You don't have to ask, you know." You repeated that phrase he told you your first night there.

Seonghwa kissed you again. This time it wasn't short. It didn't have a tentative feel to it. He kissed you passionately and you returned the feeling. He swiped his tongue against your bottom lip, making your lips part slightly. His tongue slowly slipped inside your mouth. You both move to be closer to one another.

You could feel him press himself more against you. Hwa briefly broke the kiss to place softer kisses from the corner of your mouth to your jawline. He pulled his face away from you, his warm smile still on his lips. You expected him to make out with you more, but you notice him glance back at the front door.

"I want to continue..." He started to speak.

"But the risk of a drunk San or Mingi coming in tonight is the issue?" You finish.

"Exactly." He laughed. He hugged draping himself over you with his face nuzzling into your neck. "I'm sorry. The risk of nosy roommates."

"Don't be." You hum, moving your hands. You rested one on his back and the other at the back of his head.

"How are you feeling?"

"Honestly? Tipsy and over the moon." You felt his chest rumble with his laugh. Seonghwa pulled his face from your neck and his hands were back to cupping your jaw. He stared at you for a few moments. He took in a deep breath, building up his confidence for what he was about to say.

"I figure the kiss would show you but let me tell you." He smiles. "I have feelings for you, (Y/N). I care immensely for you. I find you charming and so, so beautiful. I enjoy talking to you and being in your presence. I am glad to have taken that chance when we first met. You've become such an important person to me."

"Oh, Seonghwa." You felt stinging in your eyes and tears quickly filled then.

"Why are you crying? Did I say something wrong?"

You lean in and place a soft kiss to his lips, effectively silencing him.

"I am just happy you feel the same as me. You know, I always pushed away my feelings for you. I was worried you only saw me as a friend. Which would have been fine by the way." You add with a slight nervous inflection. "I feel like an idiot though. When I look back at it now, everything seemed so obvious we both felt the same."

"I had the same revelation today when I saw how you were looking at me today at the shoot."

"Ugh, don't remind me of that." You groan and lean forward, resting your forehead in the crook of his neck.

"Don't be embarrassed." You felt him laugh and rest his hands on your back, one rubbing small circles. "You should of heard all the teasing the others did towards me.".

"Yeah, they teased the hell out of me too." You couldn't help but chuckle, now knowing the rest of Ateez knew about both yours and Seonghwa's feelings. "No wonder Wooyoung was so adamant you liked me back."

"It all makes too much sense now." Hwa almost scoffs, his shoulders shaking in a silent chuckle. There is a pause in the conversation. The silence didn't cause any discomfort between you two. Though, Seonghwa had a question he needs your answer to. "It may seem like a dumb question but..."

"But?" You prompt him to ask.

"Would... Does this mean you'd like to be in a relationship with me?"

You pull away from him, just enough to look at his face. You initially wanted to tease him, ask him sarcastically if it wasn't obvious you were head over heels for him... But you saw the vulnerable look in his expression. You knew he needs reassurance right now.

"Park Seonghwa." You gently take his face with both of your hands. You inhale and shakily exhale, a tender smile on your lips. "I love you, okay? I would absolutely love to be in a relationship with you."

"I love you too." He smiles brightly, almost making you melt on the spot. He wraps his arms around you, one snaking up so his hand could cradle the back of your head, before kissing you again. You slid your arms around his neck in the moment.

"How can you be so perfect?" He murmurs against your lips.

"I should be asking you that, Hwa." He chuckles softly in response to your words.

"How are you feeling now?" He asks again. "You did take that extra shot."

"I still feel a little on the tipsy side, but I am doing good, Hwa... And everything I said and every kiss I gave was of clear conscious too. I would do those things again, just less confidently."

He chuckles, "Well, we should probably get you some water and start getting you to wind down."

"Hwa, I don't think I can wind down after finding out my crush loves me back and now we are dating."

He tilted his head back and laughed in response, making your chest feel warm at the sound.

"Come on." He stands up from the couch and helps you to your feet. He hands you the bottle of makeup remover while he holds onto the dirty towels. "Get some comfier clothes on, do what you need to before bed, and I'll meet you in my room."

You gave him a curious looks but did so. You popped back into his room for some nighttime clothes and went into the bathroom to take a very quick shower. You didn't know you could get as clean you did that fast but you did. When you entered back into his room, you saw Hwa sitting in his desk chair scrolling on his phone. He looked up and smiled seeing you enter. He gestures to his bed, which already has the covers pulled back.

"I figure we could watch something before bed. If you would like to."

"I would love to, Hwa." You smiled and laid down on the side closest to the wall. Seonghwa followed suit in the spot next to you and pulled the covers over both of you.

He grabbed his tv remote and turned on the screen, putting on something you've both seen at a low volume. He kept his back propped up by the headboard while you had an arm wrapped around his midsection, curled up next to him with your head on his chest. He had an arm wrapped around your shoulders while his hand softly traced patterns into the skin of your arm.

It was quiet except for the tv playing, but two questions lingered in Seonghwa's mind.

"(Y/N?)" You glance up when you hear him softly call your name. "When did you realize you started having feelings for me?"

"When I had that shitty week at the end of last semester and your voice helped calm me down enough to sleep... why do you ask?" You felt a tinge of anxiety peaking through. "Is it because I was a fan-?"

"No, don't worry about that." He placed a soft, short peck to your hairline. "I could tell from the start you didn't have any negative intentions and I always appreciated you letting me initiate things."

"Oh, I didn't realize you picked up in that. I just never wanted you to be uncomfortable."

"I pick up a lot, as untrue as that seems." He jokes, making you snort. "No. I was just curious. That night was when I realized I liked you more than a friend as well." There was a shared silence between you two for a moment, though it felt like minutes, until he spoke again. "If you liked me then, why did you agree to go on that date with that guyfrom your class?"

You blink and shift to sit up so you could look at his face. You scan over his features but didn't catch any sign of anger or any negative emotion. He was genuinely curious.

"Insecurity mostly." Your voice was quiet. Hwa nodded his head for you to continue and gently took hold of your hand. "It seems silly now, but I was just insecure about a lot of things, which made me so sure you never liked me more than as a friend. I saw it as a way to hopefully get over my crush."

"Oh, jagiya." He hums softly. "I got too wrapped up in my mind to think you'd want to pursue a relationship with me as well." He leans in and gently kisses you. "Looks like we really were fools... and Wooyoung is going to remind us whenever he gets the chance."

"Why don't we hold off on telling the rest of them as-"

"What?" He furrowed his brows, a look of confusion and a flash of hurt was on his face.

"Don't over think and let me finish" You gently 'tut' and move to hold his hands. He gave you a sheepish smile. "Since they knew about both our feelings, have gotten super invested in getting us together, Woo's going to gloat, and I know if we ever attempt to go on dates one of the others will try and tag along... let's just have a short time period of just us. Would that be fine?"

"Having one over the others? Not letting Wooyoung say he was right? A pinch of privacy?" He raised his brows, a smile growing on your face. "More than fine."

That made you laugh.

---

Yuhno sighed as he took Mingi's dorm keys from his drunk friends grasp. He would have just let him crash in his room since Jongho had his hands full with Hongjoong, Wooyoung, and San, but Mingi was insisting on sleeping in his own bed. Plus, you had left your cellphone behind. He just hopes neither of them will wake Seonghwa or you.

He got the door open and with Mingi's arm around his shoulder he walked through the dark apartment.

"YuYuuuu." Mingi mumbled.

"Shh..." Yuhno whispered, helping him to his room.

"I'm not drinking again after this."

"I'll help keep you to that, let's just get you to bed for now." Yuhno got the younger male to his room, turned around as he changed into his pajamas, and tucked him in.

"Thank you."

"Uh huh, go to sleep, princess." Yuhno snickered and patted his friend, leaving his room with a yawn. He fished your phone from his pocket and approached Seonghwa's room. When he saw the light was still on and heard the tv faintly playing, he figured you were still awake. He glanced back to Sannies door and saw it was dark there.

"That last shot must of done him in." He mused to himself with a small smile.

Yuhno did a quick knock and opened the door.

"(Y/N), you left your- Oh." Yuhno's eyes widened, not expecting to see you and Seonghwa mid kiss. You both were sitting up against the headboard, your hand on his neck while his hand was on your side. You and Seonghwa were frozen and heads slowly turned to the taller male. There was a big grin on Yuhno's face. "I was just, uh, dropping Mingi off and your phone."

"Yuhno sit down, please." Seonghwa sighed pulling away from you. His ears were bright red.

"No, no. Don't let me interrupt you both." He waved his hand, gently tossing your phone onto the foot of the bed, and went to leave.

"Yuhno." The eldest uses a serious tone, making the younger male sit.

"What is it?" He looked between you two, his voice soft.

"We wanted to keep this secret, just for a bit. You know how the others get, we just wanted to have this to ourselves for the rest of the trip."

"Plus," You add. "Wooyoung can't gloat and you get bragging rights of knowing first." You offer to him, making Yuhno laugh and Seonghwa roll his eyes with a chuckle.

"Your temporary secret is safe with me. The thought of telling everyone didn't even cross my mind. You guys decide when you want to tell everyone." Yuhno states sincerely. "But I am curious when this happened."

"Tonight, like 20 minutes ago."

"Ah, I'm happy for you both." Yuhno grins and gets up. "I'll leave you both alone now, I need to check on Jongho before going to bed. Goodnight and make sure to sleep."

"Goodnight, Yuhno. Thank you." Seonghwa smiled at the younger male, who simply smiled and shook his head before leaving the room. You both looked at each other and sighed.

"That went well. At least he knocked..."

"No privacy." Seonghwa rolled his eyes and moved enough to flop on his back.

"Hey, he is keeping it to himself. He was sweet about it."

"I don't care." Seonghwa turned on his side with a slight pout, wrapping his arms around you to pull you down to lay partially on top of him.

"Hwa!" You quietly yelp.

"I'm getting all the intimate affection I can in our alone time." He chuckled, and holds you tightly. "And we are locking my door every night until you leave."

---

Wooyoung and San practically cornered you the next day during a break in practice, asking if you two confessed. You were getting a drink from a nearby vending machine when you felt Wooyoung's arm wrap around your waist while San's was around your shoulders.

"So, (Y/N)... Did you two do anything last night?" Woo asked in a hush tone in your ear.

"No, Wooyoung. He practically passed out when we got to the dorm and I didn't have the confidence to talk to him about my feelings." You sigh, finally deciding on what drink you wanted. "I don't think I can confess at all this trip."

"Let me help you." Woo whined.

"No, it's fine. Maybe one day it'll happen... but not now." You shrug off their arms and squat down to get your drink.

"Don't worry about it. Just don't neglect your feelings." San patted your back as you stood back up. "We are going to get drinks for the others, would you mind helping us?"

"Sure!" You were grateful San took the attention off you. The older of the two tapped his card to the machine and the three of you started picking out drinks for the Ateez members and the BBTrippin crew. Once there were five drinks, San delegated Wooyoung to get them to the studio, which left you two alone.

"So how did you confess to him last night?" He asked while picking up a drink.

"I told you, nothing happened." You try and give him your best confused look. He kept a knowing smile on his face as you both stared each other. It felt like a minute and it was clear he wasn't relenting. You groaned, making him laugh. "How do you know?"

"You both just seem very happy today and I can tell there is something different. You both don't look at each other with hesitation. It's sweet to see." He pats your back again. "You didn't tell me how it happened... though you don't have to. I'm just curious."

"It was the right moment, like you said would happen."

"I'm glad it worked out. Like we all told you it should."

"Ugh this is why we are waiting to say anything." You whine, playfully smacking his arm which made him laugh. "Do you think anyone else knows?"

"Hmm, I'm not sure. I haven't heard anything from the others."

"Good." You huff with a laugh. You and San gather up the rest of the drinks and head back to the dance studio. "You're not allowed to say anything."

"Cross my heart."

---

Later in the day it was just Seonghwa and Hongjoong in his studio. The captain wanted his older friends inputs, both because he valued Hwa's opinion and because Mingi wanted to take some time freestyle dancing with Yuhno and Yeosang, on some of the final minor edits he made to the tracks. The others were still in the dance studio while you joined Jongho for one of his vocal lessons.

"I like the addition to the dance break for this one, though I think the end should be tighter." Seonghwa gestured to the screen.

"I was thinking the same." Hongjoong hums and focuses his attention on the small changes. Seonghwa felt his phone buzz on the table and he quickly unlocked it. A smile grew on his face at the cute selfie of you and Jongho sent to the group chat. He quickly saved the picture and couldn't help but stare at your face.

The call of his name had him looking back up.

"Yes, Joong? Is there something else you need help with?"

"You confessed to (Y/N), didn't you?" The younger male smiled.

"What? No. She passed right out once she got her makeup off." Seonghwa furrowed his brows and hoped he was convincing enough.

"Hwa, you are terrible at hiding your emotions and secrets. Your eyes always give it away." The captain laugh and playfully flicked the older males arm. "I can see it in the way you look at her and how you 'try' to act shy. Your eyes don't hold the same longing. They say something different now."

"Please don't tell the others." Hwa sighed and looked to his friend, silently pleading to him.

"I won't... but why keep it a secret?"

"We just want some privacy about it. Everyone is so integrated with one another. We do plan on telling everyone soon."

"I see." Hongjoong nods and then smiles, a hint of smugness there. "So we were right? You both overthought everything between you two and now everything fell perfectly into place."

"And that's also why we don't want to tell everyone yet."

"Ha! You're just prolonging the inevitable teasing." Hongjoong grinned. A curious glint was in his eyes now. "So how did it go?"

"The moment is ours alone so I won't share any details, but..." A fond smile grew on the eldest's face. "It was sweet... really, really sweet."

"I'm happy for you, truly, Seonghwa, even if I plan to tease you about it. You deserve this, especially with (Y/N)." Hongjoong reached over and gently grabbed Hwa's hand, giving it a firm, quick squeeze before slowly dropping it. Seonghwa couldn't help the bashful smile on his face. The two scooted close to each other, nudging each other as they got back to working on the finishing touches of the song.

---

It was late at night. You were laying in bed, watching Youtube on Seonghwa's tv before you fell asleep. You heard soft knocks on the door. Pausing the video, you get up and open the door, revealing Seonghwa. You let him in and make sure to lock the door. You felt him wrap his arms around your waist, his chest flush against your back.

"Mingi went to bed." He leaned in and placed a chaste kiss to your temple. He removed himself from you and flopped onto his bed. "What were you up to?" 

You laughed and joined him. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to him. "Just catching up on some Youtube. I can put something else on-"

"No, this is fine." You nodded and started the video over for him to watch. It was nice, curled up under the covers with him, feeling warm and comforted in his arms; and you were sure he felt the same when you rested your arm over his stomach. You didn't want to break the peacefulness but you knew he should know that another members knows.

"Hwa? Can I tell you something?" You pause the video again.

"Go ahead, you can tell me anything."

"Sannie knows about us." 

There was a brief pause before he chuckles.

"Hongjoong knows too. How did San figure it out?"

"He said he could see us acting different around each other. How did Hongjoong?"

"He told me my eyes gave it away." He then rolled his eyes for dramatic effect. "At least he said he won't tell the others."

"Sannie promised too. So that's a relief."

Another moment of silence.

"You're leaving soon." There was a sadness to his tone. Seonghwa briefly tightened his arms around you. 

"I know." You sigh, snuggling into his hold more. "But, there will be more visits again."

"But now that we are together... now that you're in my arms..." He shifts away from you. You felt his hands on your shoulders as he gently maneuvers you down the bed so he could guide you onto your back. Hwa then moves himself to hover over you. "I don't want to let you go."

"Hwa." You smile, placing a hand on his cheek. "No matter the distance, you have me, okay?"

Seonghwa smiled sweetly though you could see a hint of something else in his eyes, something lustful. 

Honjoong was right. His eyes do give away a lot.

 He lowered himself down, pressing himself against you and you could feel he wasn't putting his full weight on you. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips and trailed his lips along your jaw and down you neck with opened mouth kisses. You hummed pleasantly, giggling softly at how he focused on kissing your neck, his teeth grazing your flesh.

"Seonghwa, weren't you concerned about nosy members?"

"Front door and bedroom door are locked." His breath felt hot against your neck, making you pleasantly shiver. "Mingi sleeps like a log." You felt his teeth gently nip your skin, not hard enough to leave a mark, and then his tongue swiping over the area. You couldn't deny that there wasn't arousal slowly building inside you. He pulled his face away from your neck and stared down you. "I can stop if you want me to."

You stare into his eyes. You can see the love and adoration he holds for you. Your heart flutters in your chest.

"Keep going." You murmur, placing your hand on the back of his neck and pull him back down. His lips met yours in a feverish kiss. His tongue explores your mouth and brushes against yours, all while you feel him press himself against you. Your hand stayed on the back of his neck while the other was on his side, gripping the fabric of his shirt.

Seonghwa lifted himself from you again now straddling your hips. His fingertips grazed your stomach, barely moving underneath the hem of your shirt. He gave you a look as if he was asking for permission, in which you nodded slowly. You take in a sharp breath of air feeling his hands glide against your skin under your shirt.

His soft hands slowly cupped both your breasts and he starts to gently knead them. You take in a deep breath and smile up at him, enjoying the feeling. You see he was biting his bottom lip and suddenly you felt a small shiver run up your spine when his thumbs brushed over your nipples. You can see he was getting lost in moment. Slowly he removed his hands from your chest and you missed feeling his warm hands fondling your breasts.

Seonghwa helps sit you up and them assists pulling your shirt off your body. He stared at your bare torso with wide eyes, a blush creeping up on his cheeks and ears. 

"I'm feeling a bit under dressed here." You laugh, making him blink out of his dazed state. He chuckled, and took off his shirt as well. 

"You are gorgeous, jagiya." He speaks softly. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against him. He placed more wet kisses in the crook of your neck. He shifted himself so he could go lower, until he guided you on your back again. He trailed his kisses from your neck to your collar bones. His mouth moved lower and when he got to your breasts he started biting and sucking on your skin.

"Seonghwa, love..." You murmured, worried about the others seeing the hickeys.

"Don't worry. I won't leave any in visible places." He kissed where he bit. He left scattered little marks of your breasts and along your stomach, kissing each one when he was done while his hands caressing your body. When he was finished he took a moment admire all the little marks he left in his wake and you knew they would show up more prominently tomorrow. He smirked as he stared at your body.

You let out a soft gasp when you feel his mouth latch onto your left nipple. His hand went to your other breast and squeezed your flesh, his fingers played with your other nipple. His eyes looked to your face as he gently sucked and you feel his tongue swirl around the harden bud. He kept his mouth latched to you as if his life depended on it. You comb your fingers through his dark hair which caused him to make a noise similar to a hum. You made a soft moan at the sensation.

He released his mouth with a slight 'pop' noise, a string of saliva still attached to the pebbled skin and his lips. He moved over and repeated the process to your right tit. You let out a soft whine when you felt him gently bite around your nipple, making him chuckle and remove his mouth. He looked down at you with pride on his face, seeing how worked up by his actions you were.

"Too bad we have to be quiet, I would love to hear what noises you make." Seonghwa trailed his fingers down your stomach and shifted so they rested at the hem of your sleep shorts. 

He craved to taste you and further use his tongue on you.

You glance down to where he now sat on your thighs and saw a clear bulge in his pajama bottoms. You bit your bottom lip knowing you weren't fairing any better, you could feel how wet your panties were already. His other hand rested on your hip and he gave you another look. You nodded and appreciated his subtle way of asking for permission. He smiled and started pulling down your shorts and underwear. You raise your hips to help him and soon enough, you were completely bare.

A sense of heat flushed your face at the realization, shivering at the lack of covering over your core. You move to close your legs but Seonghwa's hands gripped your thighs and gently keeps them parted. You saw the tip of his tongue peak out of his mouth. 

"Don't be shy." He breathed, taking in everything. "I'll get fully undressed in a moment... Let me admire you first."

"Seonghwa!" You huffed. The embarrassment you felt was clear as day on your face, which made him smile more. His hands gently squeezed your thighs as he took in how wet you were. He never felt this turned on before, he could feel his cock throbbing against his underwear.

"Let me have a taste first." He murmurs, almost too quietly. He maneuvers himself to lay on his stomach, his arms wrapped around your thighs. His face was mere inches from your soaking cunt and you swear you could feel his breath against you. "May I, my love?"

Your face felt on fire at how seductive he looks right now with his head between your thighs. It was such a turn on to see how eager he was to eat you out and please you. You could feel a sensual heat pooling in your lower belly.

"Hwa, please touch-" You couldn't finish your sentence as you let out a low whimper; Seonghwa licked up your slit with his tongue. He delved in and his tongue flicked over your clit. He practically buried his face in your pussy as he worked your sensitive nub just right. You cover your mouth with your hand as you tried to suppress the noises threatening to escape from your lips.

Seonghwa groaned as he lapped your cunt and messed with your clit. His eyes stayed watching your face and he nearly smirked seeing you cover your mouth. Never had he tasted something sweeter. His arms around your thighs tightened, though he was so tempted to start using his fingers soon. He moved his mouth from your clit, nuzzling his nose against it, before he plunged his tongue into your wet hole. 

"Oh God, Hwa..." You moaned quietly, muffled by your hand. You glance down and see he was still staring at you with his face buried into your cunt. He was devouring you as if you were his last meal. The sounds coming from his mouth on your soaked pussy were downright sinful. The feeling of his warm tongue thrusting inside you with the tip of his nose brushing against your clit felt almost too good. Your other hand found purchase in his dark hair, gently gripping it with your fingers as you start to roll your hips against his face, making him hum. You could feel an orgasm inching closer and closer.

Seonghwa felt euphoric as your started losing yourself to the pleasures he was providing you. He loved the feeling of your hand in his hair and they way your hips moved. He let out a moan of his own as he kept going, paying no mind to the tiredness he felt in his tongue. His mind was only focused on getting you to come. 

Hwa moved one of his arms from holding your thigh, barely moving his mouth off your slit for just a moment, before he went back in with his tongue playing with your clit. You felt him slowly enter one finger, feeling around, before entering a second one given how he further turned you on from his ministrations. He curled his fingers just right inside you as he started thrusting them at steady, quick pace, causing you to nearly cry out. Your voice was strained to stay quiet whilst your hand over your mouth kept it even quieter.

He pulled his mouth away again. 

"That's it, jagiya..." His voice was low and smooth. He resumed his tongues motions on your clit, and the spring that was coiling tightly in your lower stomach finally came undone. 

You squeeze your eyes shut, tossing your head to the side as you whimpered as quietly as you could; you came hard. Seonghwa could feel you clenching around his fingers and he could hardly contain the moan of satisfaction. He slowed his fingers down, prolonging your orgasm, before slowly removing them and his mouth from you. He sat back up on his calves, your juices and his saliva coating his chin.

He slowly inserted the two fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean. Hwa's dark eyes never left your face as he slowly crawled over you. His mouth met yours in a sloppy kiss and you could taste yourself on his lips and tongue. You whimpered softly into the kiss. Your shaking hands gripped his shoulders and you pulled away to take in more air, recovering from your climax.

"How the fuck are you so good at that?" Your frazzled brain had you slip back into English for a moment. Seonghwa laughed and admired your face for a moment. You stared back, your breathing soon falling back into a stable rhythm. 

A thought popped into mind when you glanced down.

You shifted yourself downward ever-so-slightly and placed your hand at the hem of his sweatpants.

"Can I return the favor?" You ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

"You don't have to." He smiled softly as he felt a pleasant shiver up his spine.

"I want to, Hwa." You smile when he then answered a soft 'yes.' You gradually dipped your hand into his sweatpants, your hand going over his underwear. You cup his hard cock, feeling a patch of wetness from precum, and give him a very gentle squeeze. You heard him take in a sharp breath which made you smile and bite your lips. You palm him for a few moments and capture his lips in a heated kiss. His hips rocked, rutting himself against your hand.

You remove your hand from him, leaving him softly whining for your touch again. You guide him to sit up and take your spot against the headboard, not before his sweats underwear joined your discarded clothes on the floor. You smile at his blushed cheeks and ears. You straddle his lap and press yourself against him.

Your hands gently cup his jaw and you lean into a passionate kiss. You could feel his hard erection brush against your pubic mound and lower belly, making him softly moan into your mouth. You repeated what he did to you earlier and started trailing kisses from his lips, all the way down to his collarbones. You had to move yourself continuously to go lower. You didn't dare leave any marks that would be visible, much to your disappointment.

Soon enough you found yourself on your stomach, face dangerously close to his dick. You kept your eyes on his length while you could feel his eyes watching you. In a teasing manner, your fingers gently messed with his velvet-y soft tip. Seonghwa moaned softly and he caressed the side of your head. You collected his precum onto your fingers, letting it coat your your hand, before wrapping your fingers around his shaft. You stroke him at a languid pace and you could feel his member twitch in your hand.

You lean in and place a tentative kiss to the crown of his cock. You glance up and see him watching you intensely while biting his bottom lip. You give him a few teasing licks before slowly engulfing him into your mouth. What you couldn't fit comfortably in your mouth you used your hand on as your slowly bobbed your head, hollowing your cheeks in the process.

Seonghwa let out a low moan and swallowed hard at the sensation around his cock. His hands could hardly stay still. He managed to keep one against the side of your head but his other hand caressed and gently squeezed your shoulder, his fingers brushing against your neck. Your tongue would swirl around the tip as you continued to move your head. You couldn't exactly look up at him from where you were but you could tell by just how hard he was breathing he was feeling good.

"You're so beautiful..." Hwa tilted his head back against his headboard and quietly moaned. His eyes peered down at the sight of you with your now swollen lips around his cock. He admired how your nude body looked right now and he wanted to reach down and give your ass a firm squeeze. You bobbed faster, taking him in a little deeper, and it nearly drove him crazy. Seonghwa's hand found itself on the back of your head. He gently guided your head but didn't push down harshly.

He carefully took hold of your head in both hands and lifted your head, stopping you from sucking him off.

"Something wrong?" You swallow and sit up.

"If you kept going I wouldn't have lasted." Hwa helped you sit up on your knees and pulled you into a tender kiss. "I wanted to go further, if you want to."

"I want to but," You murmur against his lips. "Well, this may be a bad time to ask but do you have condoms?" He chuckles and rests his head against your collarbones. He placed a soft kiss to your neck, moving away from you and getting off the bed. You watched him walk to his closet and reach inside on the upper shelf. He grabbed a box near the back and came back, sitting on the edge of the bed. In his hands was an unopen box of condoms.

"Before you think I was presumptuous with these, Mingi and Woo bought them for me before your visit." He snorts. "I think they are the right size... I'll be slightly concerned if they are."

"I'm on birth control if we just want to forget the condoms-"

"If they make you more comfortable, I will wear one for you." He gave you a reassuring smile and looked over the box. Hwa hummed softly as he opened the box, taking out a wrapped condom. He tore open the rapper and slid on the condom with ease. He then kissed you deeply, moving you back on your back. You didn't need words to know where things were going now.

Seonghwa placed one of his pillows under your lower back and helped maneuver you into position, his hands gripping the backs of your thighs. He teased you by dragging his tip up and down your slit. You whine softly and playfully tapped him with your foot, making him laugh.

"Alright, jagiya." He smirked and lined himself up at your entrance. Slowly he pushed himself inside, inch by inch, until he was fully buried inside. You moaned quietly as he deliciously filled you up while he groaned, feeling pleasant tightness and heat around his length. Your hands squeezed his shoulders briefly as you took a moment to adjust. He stayed motionless for a few moments and you both were enjoying the moment. "Feels good."

"Move, Hwa." You pleaded, desperate to chase a second orgasm. His hands found themselves holding your hips as he pulled almost all the way out and, languidly, he rolled his hips forward.

His thrusts were slow and sensual to start, slowly building up that arousal between you both again. His cock gently massaged your walls and it felt so good. You were having a hard time already keeping your noises at bay... you were worried you wouldn't be able to stay quiet if he went faster. Still, you crave more.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, his voice slightly hoarse and strained.

"Feeling good... Feeling really good." You moaned. You wanted to feel more. You threw out those previous concerns. Your voice was a hushed whisper, but the needy tone was clear. "Faster, love."

"Of course." Hwa rasped. You feel him pull out, making you whine. He softly cooed and re-adjusted himself and yourself so his face was barely above yours. Your hips were at more of an angle now with your legs folded into your chest and your calves on his lower back. Your arms were loosely around his neck.

Seonghwa captured your lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue rolling against yours, as he entered you with one quick thrust. Your moan was muffled by his mouth or else it would have been loudered than you meant.  His set a quick rhythm as his hips snapped against you, the not-so-subtle sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the small room. His cock was hitting a new, deeper angle and it felt amazing.

You both broke from the kiss to breath. You bit your bottom lip in an attempt to control your whimpers and moans.

"Shh... you're doing so well." Hwa praised, his voice a hushed whisper by your ear. Though his own moans and groans indicated to you he was also struggling to stay quiet.

"Hwa-!" You cried softly. You feel his arm move and next thing you knew his hand was cradling the back of your head, pushing your face into the crook of his neck. He pressed his upper half against yours, further folding your body together, as he fucked you at a fast tempo. Your noises were muffled by his flesh and you could feel the vibrations of his strained moans against your face. You could feel heat slowly crawling up your legs and you knew a second orgasm was close.

"God, I'm close, love." You murmur, your lips brushing against his hot skin.

"Me too, jagiya... Me too." Seonghwa whispered. "Can... Can I come on you?"

As you were about to speak Hwa just barely shifted his hips, his cock hitting your g-spot just right.

"Y-yes!" Your moan was low. The build up had you feeling like your nerves were on fire. You felt your breathing quicken a numbness-like feeling crawl up your legs

You pushed your face further into Seonghwa as waves of pleasure washed over you. You choked out moans against him and without realizing, you bit on his flesh. Your body trembled and your walls clenched around his length as you came hard.

Seonghwa continued his thrusts, though you can tell he was just about to lose it too. You felt your muscles twitch and tremble with every stroke of his hips as he prolonged your orgasm. Hwa is chasing his own release and you could feel his thrusts getting sloppier and his moans were getting huskier.

Suddenly, he pulled out of you, your walls fluttering around nothing. He got the wet condom off of his length and he moved his upper half to hover over you. You watch, nearly breathless, as he strokes his cock at a fast pace. He lets your lower half drop against his thighs. His eyes stayed trained on your dazed face, biting his bottom lip.

Seonghwa's body went rigid and soft, whiney moans escaped his lips. You can see eyes roll slightly back as he came. Pearly white ropes of his cum lands on your stomach and chest, a little even lands on your neck. He slowed his hand down as he came, stopping once all of his seed was out.

You both were breathless, feeling hot and tired. Seonghwa moved and let your body lay straight down before he hovered over you again. His lips met yours in another kiss. It was soft and tender, full of love and adoration.

"How are you feeling, jagiya?" He asks softly, kissing your cheek and forehead. "Do you need something? A warm towel? Some water?"

"All of the above, love." You lazily smile, making him laugh.

"I like you using that English pet name for me."

"I thought was fitting with you using a Korean pet name." There was a pause in the conversation. "I think we need a shower actually."

"Agreed, I made a mess." He gave you a cheeky look, as if he was proud of himself, lifting himself up to sit on his calves. His eyes roamed your body with a small smirk tugging on his lips. "You look beautiful."

"I'm covered in sweat, cum, and probably look like a mess." You deadpanned.

"And you still look beautiful." He smiled and placed a chaste kiss to your lips. He got up off the bed and slowly helped you to your feet. He grabbed you some new clothes from your suitcase before grabbing clothes for himself. "Mingi should still be asleep, so we need to be quick."

"You... You want us to go out in the rest of the dorm and to the bathroom without any clothes on?" He simply nodded and you sighed but nodded. You didn't want clothes on right now until you were clean. 

Seonghwa peaked his head out of the room, noticing all the lights were still off. With haste, the two of you get to the bathroom with ease. Hwa started the shower and you both waited for it to warm up. Your fingers trace the small red mark you left right by his right collarbone.

"Hopefully that doesn't linger. I'm sorry, I tried not to leave any marks on you." You mused, not sounding all too apologetic.

"I don't care if it does linger. Idol image be damned." He joked. "Come, the water should be warm now."

The shower was quick but it was very much needed after an intense moment. Seonghwa took it upon himself to wash you off. His hands gently caressed your skin, his gaze on you was caring. You closed your eyes whilst savoring the moment. 

It was sweet and it made you two all the more closer. 

---

You groaned, covered in sweat, in the dance studio. Wooyoung insisted you join him, Yuhno, and Mingi for dance practice while the others were off doing lives or something else. You probably would be in better shape to dance if you weren't feeling the least bit sore from last nights activities with Seonghwa. They were teaching you the choreography to Wave in an easy manner, but the ache in your hips and legs made it difficult.

"What's the matter, (Y/N)?" Mingi chuckled, handing you a water bottle. He and the others were sweating, but they weren't

"I don't know how you guys dance like this all the time." You pant and take a sip of water.

"We are teaching it to you slowly though, you seem more tired." Wooyoung remarked. He approached you and placed both hands on your cheeks, his eyes scanning over your face.

"I'm fine, just a little tired is all." You move out of his hold and gave his shoulder a gentle pat. He gave you  a inquisitive look but dropped it. 

After a small pause, the dancing resumed. Yuhno stood by you as he taught you the next steps. The move had you moving your arms up in the air and you followed almost perfectly. Though, when you repeated the motions your hand caught the hem of your loose shirt, exposing some of your midriff. You hoped that no one in the room saw your blemished skin from a particularly big hickey Hwa left on you. However, hoping got you nothing.

"(Y/N), what the hell happened?" Woo gasped. "Why do you have a bruise on your hip?"

Your face flushed with warmth and you saw Yuhno in the mirror press his lips together as he tried not to laugh. Clearly, he immediately figured out were the mark came from. Mingi also looked at you in concern. You wanted to send a glare to Yuhno but kept your cool. 

"I needed to use the bathroom last night and bumped into the handle in the dark is all." You replied smoothly.

"Dummy." Woo laughed and so did Mingi.

"I didn't realize you were so clumsy, (Y/N)." Yuhno teased. You rolled your eyes and insisted they keep teaching you the choreography before you die from embarrassment. 

---

Seonghwa and Hongjoong finished up their live together. Hwa had fun though he wanted to help teach you a dance to one of their songs. He and Joong got up from the table in the small room and left with the staff member who was behind the camera. The two went off on their own to Hongjoongs little studio room.

"Something happened between you and (Y/N) last night, huh?" The younger male asked with a teasing tone. 

"What? No." Hwa replied, almost too quickly, as he took a seat in one of the chairs.

"I can tell by your eyes-"

"What can you tell now?" The eldest quirked his brow and gave his friend a glare, his ears and neck started to blush.

"Oh... did you two..." There was a mischievous look in Joong's eyes.

"Kim Hongjoong, do not finish that sentence." Hwa leaned back in the chair, not realizing the motion pulled his shirt in a way where the collar of his shirt exposed more of his skin.

"Well if that little mark right there didn't confirm it for me, your reaction did. Congratulations." Hongjoong teased. Seonghwa looked down and quickly readjusted his shirt more. His face felt on fire as he looked to his friend with a flustered glare. "Sorry, my teasing may have went a little far there. I'll buy you some ice cream as an apology."

"Two ice creams."

"Fine."

---

It was nearly time for you to head out to the airport. Ateez's manager texted everyone earlier he was on his way to the dorms to get you. Wooyoung practically clinged to you as you sat on the couch while Seonghwa's hand lingered on your knee. Everyone was already throwing out ideas and plans for when you could visit next. You felt sadness knowing you were going away after having an amazing week with them... you were going back to your job and your classes across the Pacific ocean. 

Another text came and their manager was outside the door. He told you in his message he will give you guys time to say goodbye. 

You stood up by the door and everyone practically lined up to see you off. First was Yuhno.

"It was fun having you here. We should do dance video calls, you were fun to teach and dance with." He smiles and pats your head before hugging you. 

"Yeah we definitely should." You reach up and ruffle his hair making him laugh. Next up was Sannie.

"I'm going to miss you. Please, visit as soon as you can." He had a large grin, eyes full of unshed tears, as he pulls you into a tight hug.

"I will definitely try." You say softly in his ear, returning the tightness of his hug. Mingi approached you next.

"I'll definitely miss your presence in the dorms." Minig hugged you, his hands patting your back.

You pulled away and smiled. "It's going to be hard not having one of my favorite giants around anymore." That made him and Yuhno laugh. Hongjoong was up next.

"If you ever need something, (Y/N), don't hesitate to call me." He placed a hand on your shoulder and squeezed it. He then gave you a quick hug as well.

"You too, Joong. I'm all ears if you need something." 

Next in line was Yeosang.

"I'm glad we got to spend more time together." He spoke softly with a kind smile, hugging you. "Please visit us again, I liked having you around over those two." He pointed to Wooyoung and San, teasing them both as they looked fake offended.

"Of course, Yeosang." You laughed as he joined the others.

"Ah, it was nice having you with us, (Y/N)." Jongho smiled. He wasn't sure what to do with himself. "Hopefully I can call you when I am doing my vocal practices?"

"Of course you can... Would you like a hug goodbye?" You asked him and he nodded. You two hugged and you took a mental note of how nice his hugs were. It was brief but he gave you another smile and stood off to the side.

You nearly lost your balance when Wooyoung hugged you tightly, his cheek pressed against yours. You chuckled and held him tightly, neither of you said anything. You could feel his shoulders shake ever-so-slightly.

"Aww, Woo, don't cry. You'll make me cry." You cooed softly.

"I'm not crying." He mumbled and pulled away. He had tears in his eyes as he smiled. "We'll text everyday, right? Even if it's just a random meme or a simple hello?"

"Of course." You rubbed his back as he hugged you again. He reluctantly moved away and stood with the others.

Now it was just Seonghwa left.

He slowly approached you and those who didn't figure out what happened between you two watched in bated breaths.

"This isn't goodbye, you know?" You ask softly as you noticed his eyes were also close to leaking tears. You could feel the stinging sensation in your own eyes as you stared at his face.

"I know." He replied with a smile. He took your hand in his and gave it a squeeze. "Still, I will miss you."

"I'll miss you too, Hwa." You smiled and he stepped away. You glance over to the others and saw how disappointed Wooyoung, Mingi, Yeosang, and Jongho looked. You look back to Hwa with a slight smirk. "You want to tell them or show them?" You say quietly, making him laugh.

Seonghwa stepped forward again and immediately cupped your cheeks, brining you into a kiss. You heard Wooyoung and Mingi exclaim in surprise and you just knew Jongho and Yeosang looked shocked. The eldest pulled away and peppered light kisses to your face. 

"Alright, love. I think they get the idea." You giggle, your face feeling flush with warmth.

"What?" Wooyoung shouted. "How long- When did-." He was almost in shock. "And neither of you told me?!"

"I figured it out first." San said smuggled.

"No, I think I did." Hongjoong playfully crossed his arms. The two were about to start bickering but then a certain someone spoke up first.

"I actually did the night they got together finally." Yuhno said with a smug tone. "I walked in on them." That made even more chaos and loudness between everyone now.

"Yuhno!" You nearly shrieked from embarrassment, poor Seonghwa's face was pink. "You didn't need to word it like that."

"What? You said I had bragging rights for being the first to know." He teased. 

"He simply saw us kissing." Hwa tried to clear up.

Wooyoung started to scold you for keeping this from him but he expressed his happiness for the both of you. You felt bad for their manager, who was still outside the door and could probably hear all the commotion. 

"Can we say we told you both so, now?" Yeosang asked with a raised brow, making you and Seonghwa groan. Despite the teasing and the 'we told you so's' coming out, you and Hwa were happy. Hongjoong and San still argued between who out of the two of them figured it out first.

You held his hand and leaned against him as you both observed the rest of Ateez. Despite the embarrassment of their statements and jokes, you two felt satisfied at having one over on most of them. That lingering sadness was no more despite your soon departure. Never did you think you would have such a close knit friend group like this nor did you think you could find someone as lovely as Seonghwa to be your partner.

All thanks to some high turnip prices and a little squirrel in a video game.

-----

Taglist: @stopeatread @hee0soo @tridkeys @pocketjoong-reads @seonghwaddict @lelaleleb @acciocriativity @h-nji

[theragethatisdesire]

rage's 2500 drabble event ˚₊‧⁺⋆♱

divider creds to @catolijica <3

firstly, thank all of you so very much for helping me hit this milestone! 2,500 is a ton of people, and i am thankful for each and every one of you<3

as my way of saying thank you, i'm hosting a drabble event, yay!!!! y'all pretty much know who i write for nowadays (eren, jean, gojo, reiner, geto, levi, etc.) but if you want to throw me a curveball, please do!!! i'm accepting asks on a rolling basis all weekend (i work a double tmrw yikes), and i'll try to get to everyone.

thank y'all so much again, i'm so excited!!! :D prompts below.....but feel free to make your own if you feel inspired!!

"We never speak of this again, do you hear me?"

"Not that I'm not enjoying this, but can you move your hands?"

"We shouldn't be doing this."

"I didn't know where else to go."

"I'm not going easy on you."

"Don't try to charm your way out of this." "...You think I'm charming?"

"Why didn't we do this sooner?"

"I remember..."

"I always have time for you."

"I love you, I always have."

alternatively, feel free to submit tropes/situations/locations! examples being the one bed trope, camping, professor/student, in a closet at a party, etc.

i didn't include too many prompts because i'd love to see what y'all come up with, even if it's something as simple as "gojo, enemies to lovers, spicy"!! run rampant!! see everyone later ;)

[ccaptain]

@aguilareye: what is it about me that has you so worked up? ( not used to kindness prompt )

  Oh, where should he begin...? Kaeya looks at him with a twinkle of his eye, full of awe and wonder and love, and thinks that in some aspects Boothill must be blind.

   ' You're amazing, Boothill. Let's start with that. You're brave, one of the bravest men I've ever known in my life... and I have lived a long one. You're just so... '

   The bashfulness makes a return, poor Enigma busying himself by letting a cold finger trace the wet edge of his drink. When he manages to return his pupil on the gunslinger, no one would fault him for some smugness. 

   ' You're brave, as I was saying- and dashing, in the sense of the world. Your aim never fails, it's like magic to me how your bullet seems to go where you want them to go, and... and... '

   He fiddles with a clip on his chest, places something between them on the table-

  -revealing the metal rose the gunslinger gave to him some time ago, perfectly polished and cared for. Pinned right over his heart.

   ' If this conveys the message that I think it conveys... then you're just teasing me, and you know why I'm so worked up about you, as you say! ' ... and, predictably, he's getting 'worked up' indeed. ' But... '

   This is the point where the wind abandons his sails, a memory of what it felt before Boothill came along worming his way into his memories. His flustered air fails him, eye averting to his hands feeling around the cold glass for purchase.

   ' Before you burst into my life like a cannonball, I was just... going. I've lived for so long that most things have lost the sparkle- most foods, most wonders around the planets... There was just the mechanical need to follow my goal, and then... go. And rest somewhere else, closing the curtain over my... performance. We have a place where, after we have accomplished everything we wanted to, we go and rest- forever. '

   The End, the infamous Enigmatic Garden, the final resting place for worn down beings. He looks somber- but this is the correct spirit for when he talks about it.

   ' Before meeting you, my biggest goal was... finishing what I had to do, and take my place in a patch of white flowers, to never reopen my eyes again. Rest, forever unbothered. I was so, so tired before we met... '

   A pause. The glass has never looked more interesting, but Kaeya pries his eyes away from it, looking into the crosshair of the other man listening to his ramblings. He draws the metal rose towards himself again, finger brushing over an hard petal before he pins it in place again.

   ' -But then, I met you. And I don't feel tired anymore, and things are colorful again, and... I wish you felt the same about me. I get so worked up, as you say, because... I hope-I hope I make you feel less tired, when we're together. '

[zaczenemiji]

⋆˚࿔ Fanfic Masterlist 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Series

Skate With Me (Viktor Nikiforov x Reader)

The rink is her stage and history is but a story she writes legibly.

Daughter of the Gods (Gilgamesh x Reader)

"But we were destined to cross paths even by the hands of the gods."

Dream Upon A Star (Morpheus x Goddess!Reader)

Dream falls for the goddess who challenges.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (ongoing)

His Greatest Win (Tabito Karasu x Reader)

From the moment he met you, you became his dream—one he would chase relentlessly.

Headcannons | Full Version

Kenji Sato

Requests are closed :<

The Winning Pitch [Cheerleader!Reader]

Kenji wins himself a cheerleader.

Curtain Calls and Curveballs [Actress!Reader]

Enemies to lover with slow burn progressing.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (completed)

Oneshot Requests:

Emi’s Favorite - Emi with a giant moth mommy

Too Good, Too True - you’re too sweet for him

Shattered Pride - Kenji realizes his mistakes

Kaiju Heist - flirty spidey trapped in a web

Glam Before the Slam - Kenji looking bonita

Don’t Prove ‘Em Right - you could do better

From LA, with Love - LDR with Kenji

In the Heart of Danger - you take a hit for Kenji

Second to None - relationship struggles

[off-the-heezys]

Imma hit you with a curveball:

gimmie your Kevvid headcanons >:3

KEVVID… you….

David makes Kevin want to be a better person

David used to be so anti weed before meeting kevin. Now he’s so fine w it LOL

David is SOOOO clingy and affectionate and Kevin just lets him do whatever

David is so cuddly

They probably meet at a bar

Kevin definitely called David a slur the first time they met LMAO

Kevin helps David like, mellow out a lot

They have really deep conversations late into the night

I cant decide who fell first, it could honestly go either way

[bimoonphases]

@wolfstarmicrofic July 3 - prompt 3: Dark Fic [word count 301]

Remus wanted to throw up. Or curl up and cry. Or maybe disappear into thin air, just to stop feeling, just to stop worrying. It was awful enough to be living through a war, to do everything he could do on the frontlines, to worry about his friends, to lose friends, only to be hit in the face with another curveball: Voldemort was after Harry. Lily and James’s baby boy, Sirius’s godson. Things hadn’t been fair for years, but this was only worse. Remus got a hold of the empty mug lying on the coffee table and threw it at the wall of the flat.

“FUCK!” he shouted.

“Screaming won’t do you any good, love,” Sirius’s voice came from the armchair he was sitting in, newspaper in hand.

“How can you be so calm?” Remus said. “It’s Harry we’re talking about!”

“I know.”

“He’s in danger, and with him Prongs and Lily as well!”

“I know.”

“Voldemort might find out where they are any minute!”

“He already knows.”

“And he might-“ Remus stopped in his tracks, whirling around. “What?” “The Dark Lord knows where Harry is,” Sirius repeated slowly, getting up. “He’s on his way there now.”

Remus stared at the man he loved. Somehow, his features seemed sharper now, in the evening light. His mind exploded with memories of Dumbledore wondering slowly if despite years of friendship the spy in the Order could after all be someone whose whole family was on the other side of the war.

“No,” he said, his head reeling. “No, not you.”

“Oh, Moony,” Sirius was pointing his wand at him. “Surprised?”

“But… But…” Remus’s mind couldn’t come up with anything coherent.

“We like a long game in the family,” Sirius smirked. “Mother taught me well.”

[shmowder]

I’ve been watching all the divorce talk/divorce angst hitting the scene so I’d like to throw a curveball in the current divorce talk and ask what it’d be like to be married to daniil because now I’m confused how a functional (or at least as functional with him as you’d get) marriage would be like

Especially interested in how a marriage with him would look if he’s put with his spouse together during the events of the game…<3

Oh my a devil's advocate! or a Daniil Dankovsky advocate in this scenario?

Lucky for you I have been imagining the bachelor's love story ever since I wrote that divorce prompt first draft.

Let me paint you a picture of a much youthful Daniil, freshly into med school, one with a glisten to his eyes and a purpose in his steps. He knows he is destined for something greater, never taking his gaze off of his goal.

To defeat death no matter the cost. To vanquish that greedy dragon that's stealing people's futures, both young and old. Disappearing into the abyss to never be seen again, snaging one human at a time.

And frankly, medicine is hard, really hard. The university itself is merciless. Yet he still takes up courses in philosophy where no one but him approch the assignments with seriousness.

Searching for the meaning of life, for wisdom in the old scriptures dating back hundreds of years old. Immortalised on leather pages and passed down from generation to generation.

Maybe the lessons of old sages are what he needs to ready himself for this seemingly impossible journey, pushing the boundary of life as we know it, lifting the veil, and facing the abyss head on.

That's how the two of you met.

Sitting next to each other in a lecture and taking notice of one another. Daniil introducing himself with a polite greeting, offering helpful input with anything you might not understand.

While it might have came off as condescending to your other classmates, you quickly found out how serious he was on his offer when you asked him to look over your notes at the end of the lecture and he obliged. Using his own notes for reference as he fills the gaps in knowledge you missed, his neat handwriting directory below your own on the paper.

And just like that, an unspoken vow was formed.

The two of you manage to find each other in every lecture you shared. Sitting together and finding solace in one another's company. He is brilliant and genuinely passionate about his studies and goals. You're kind enough to indulge his dreams, to never belittle his earnesty, and he repays your kindness tenfolds by going out of his way to help you in your studies and else.

Effortlessly charming, a true gentleman without being pearl-clutching uptight. You never have to watch your language around him. If anything, he has his fair share of venom that is occasionally let loose on those he deem deserve it.

You still can't believe he argued with the professor on your behalf in front of the whole class. You never asked him to, but he had to bring justice in his own hands when you were clearly in the right, when the professor was treating you unfairly because of some petty reason or grudge.

It worked in a way that.

The professor had it out for Daniil since that day, but at least they left you alone, which was a success in Daniil's view.

Throwing himself into the fire and coming out even stronger wasn't a simple feat to scoff at. It was impossible for your superiors to keep up with him or even win a single argument. No matter what, his own knowledge and hard work speak for themselves at the end of the day in each paper and assignment he hands in.

As the months passed by, the two of you only grew closer and closer. People admired Daniil yes but mostly for his mind, he was respected but not loved. Courtesy to his attitude and always assuming he is the smartest person in the room. Not you though, you liked those traits in him, after all his confident was more than deserved.

You yourself stood witness to just how much effort he puts in, the long all-nighters he constantly pulls in a row. The outside material he studies to stay informed. Daniil's love of knowledge and discovery burned bright.

He learns for the sake of learning rather than just to get some arbitrary high number on a test.

Yet when he is misinformed, he is surprisingly humble about it. His ego and pride, which almost spelt his doom in so many situations, get so easily pushed to the side if it meant he can broaden his knowledge about a subject he's interested in.

He always made time for helping you despite all the plates he had to balance. Going out of his way to secure the books and study materials you need for your courses, paying for them out of his own pocket, helping you revise and soak in information better.

Even lending you his own bed when your dorm roommates were too rowdy or annoying. The same person everyone claimed was stuck up, sleeping on the floor in his own room without a single complaint because he insists you take the bed for yourself tonight. You deserve rest, and he'll wake you up when it's the morning.

For a long while, you were the closest thing to a real friend Daniil ever had among the ocean of acquaintances. You enjoyed his company, the good and the bad. You didn't get intimidated by his intellectualism, nor did he ever feel like he had to water himself down for you.

He could truly talk freely without concern that his speeches might get misinterpreted as an attempt to show off or antagonise you.

Especially when he first started picking up on Latin qoutes; the impressed look on your face was to die for. The awe in your eyes made his heart swell with pride. A satisfied smile adorning his face, your praise akin to a melody to his ears.

It's what encouraged him to learn and memorise even more qoutes, to perfect his pronunciation and sound out the words when no one is looking. To put in extra effort just to shine a little bit brighter in your eyes.

The two of you were in your own world, slowly falling in love. He truly felt fulfilled by your side, looking out for someone else and fussing over your well-being and health from time to time.

Those nights when you'd let him test his medical knowledge on you, witness him start as unsure without a single clue of what to do and slowly grow more and more confident as he consulted his notes. He documented your symptoms and examined you from head to toe with focused eyes.

You watched him learn in real time and test himself through trial and error.

At other times, you got to see the hidden side of him. The beetle collection he had growing up, proudly telling you about them and sharing all the interesting facts with child-like enthusiasm.

Each year during university passed by like a dream,

Most people in college were looking to spread their wings, getting addicted to the taste of absolute freedom and losing their track to late night parties and trying everything new and taboo.

And while Daniil had his fair share of letting loose and getting absolutely wasted in the occasional parties, he still showed up the next morning to his 8am lecture whilst hungover. Enduring the pulsing headaches just not to miss out on tests.

He never once lost his track.

Yet, the only time he ever looked away from his goal was when he turned to gaze back at you, trudging behind and struggling to keep up.

Extending his hand to you, that amused smile on his lovely face as he pulled you to his side. As he helped you rise above your own expectations and meet your potential. Guiding you through every step of the way.

It came to no one's surprise when just a week after graduation they received the invitation to Daniil's engagement party.

He took you to a beautiful restaurant, the crowning jewel of the Capital's culinary arts. Saved up for a long time for it, cut cost on his own expenses, and picked up longer shifts interning at the hospitals.

It was worth it. Every single moment with you there was akin to heaven. How beautiful you looked dressed to the nines, how perfectly your arm slotted with his, how much work and effort he put into his appearance just to match you in glamour.

Doctor Daniil Dankovsky, after six long years, he finally earned that title. And you were there in every step of the way.

You are truly irreplaceable in his life.

So would you indulge this selfish man one last time and spend the remains of your days with him?

He earned an even better title that day, your betrothed and fiance Dankovsky.

But like every star that shined brightly and stood out in the night sky, it burned out even faster than the blink of an eye.

Daniil wasn't restrainted by the university rules anymore.

There were no lectures to end and force him to go back to his dorm. The hospital shifts would be extended as much as his body physically allowed before exhaustion took him out.

The sky is the limit. The real world was Daniil's real freedom. With his degree in hand, he could easily join any slightly intriguing research program or start his own. He could establish connections and correspondence with the most experienced aged doctors in his field.

His theories were taken seriously by other scholars, he actually looked forward to attending discussions and meetings with people who were intrigued by his proposals, his reputation soaring through the sky with every research paper he published.

It was endearing for you, to watch him achieve his goals. Reap the results of everything he carefully sowed and maintained. To him life just started, the opportunities were endless.

To you, however? Not so much. Yeah you had your degree now, but with fundings being shoved onto Daniil's hand left and right by investors who saw him as the one who'll finally invent the next philosopher's stone, immortality, you didn't have a reason to work. Seated at the lap of luxury in a comfortable life with your fiance.

Your fiance, who's time together with you, was shrinking more and more by the week.

By the time he founded Thanatica, journalists were tripping over their own feet to land an interview with the most famous thanatologist in the country. The Bachelor of Medicine is finally home.

The changes were so gradually that no one can ever blame you for not noticing them. He still doted on you and cared for your health, but more with a jaded doctor's mindest who has seen it all.

His hands are cold as he examines you, experienced touches and bored eyes. The same person who once struggled to measure your heat rate years ago. Now, effortlessly drawing your blood through a needle with light hands, reminding you to relax your body.

Something felt amiss, you'd stare at his deep brown eyes and feel like you're forgetting something important.

You can't pinpoint exactly when that nagging feeling started.

Maybe it was when the date nights became less and less frequent, when last minute flowers bouquet would substitute for the heartfelt letters he used to give you each birthday and valentine's.

Or maybe when he kept postponing his own wedding because he was just on the verge of a breakthrough and could not afford a distraction at this time.

That so-called breakthrough taking years and years.

The two of you were the first of your class to get engaged, and yet almost everyone you've known in university is married with kids by now.

There are times, however, when glimpses of the past replay themselves. On an early morning when he's still in bed with you, cuddling to your side, his hair a fluffy mess as he scrunches his nose at the annoying sunlight falling against his closed eyes.

The times when he's self-aware of his own shortcomings, when the two of you are home after a long social networking party.

A half-drunk Daniil carelessly throwing his newly bought snakeskin coat onto the couch. Smiling at you with alcohol sourced confidence. Only he manges to pull off being endearingly smug so naturally.

Sucking up to rich people and investors all day, endless politics and hidden motives, this game of chess is growing dull.

Daniil wrapping his arm around your waist, bringing yours around his neck. One step, then two, a slow dance in the living room. How gracefully he manages to move his body while the wine seeps into his system, how playful he is as he twirls you around.

Forgetting the world outside, dancing despite the knowledge that death always lurks by.

How he confessed to you that if he could pick a moment to die content, it'd be this one with you in his arms.

Just for a moment, everything is okay.

...

Until the morning comes again.

And you're leaning against the doorstep, sleep weighting heavy on your eyes. Daniil's finishes putting on his shoes before giving you the usual kiss on the cheek.

the cold air stings your bare skin when he opens the door. The skies are dim, wind howls in the empty streets at early dawn.

You close your eyes, and the sound of the door slamming shut follows by.

Slow steps leading you back to your still warm bed, empty now. The covers engulf you, soft and comfortable.

And alone.

Time distorts, three days pass before he's back home. Three days of prefering to sleep in his office than spare a ride back home.

Goddammit.

You're not mad, you tell yourself.

How can you be mad? Not when he looks worn to the bone, not when he barely has the energy to take off his shoes before collapsing into the bed.

Months pass, you've stopped keeping count. The promised breakthrough finally arrives. The world forgot about Thanatica and Dankovsky for a while but this? Oh this revelation sets the country ablaze.

"Thanatica's team successfully bring back the dead" Is what the frontpage of the news claimed.

In reality, it was an experiment, an attempt to revive a small amount of dead cells, and re-energise the dish sample.

An attempt, which was finally successful after a prolonged battle, when the foretold dead cells sample with great potential finally revealed itself.

You attended, of course, you had to be there for your husband... No, fiance. yes, your fiance still. Sitting beautifully at the front row, a seat he reserved just for you.

Watching him from down below amidst the crowd, gazing up at him as the lights of cameras flash against his skin. Realising just how unreachable he appears so high above.

How small you felt in contrast.

How the room held its breath on his every word, how he looked truly in his element. Under the lights and showered with the attention of hundreds of people at once.

The acid in your stomach turned, your throat closing around itself.

How could your attention alone compare? Is it even enough?

So you sat there like any supportive partner would. Waiting for him to come to you, each time he meets your eyes, his attention is immediately stolen by a journalist wanting an interview. Each step he takes towards you is interrupted by a colleague blocking his way to give their congratulations on this amazing achievement.

How Daniil indulges every one of them, never brushing them to the side. No, it's you who gets the short end of the stick each and every time, losing to complete strangers.

It takes an hour just for him to arrive at your side.

He looks at you with the same glisten in his eyes, he has finally did it. Another achievement, another win, another trophy earned.

And he's expecting your praise.

The same look he gave you many years ago when he'd learn a new Latin phrase and wait for your impressed reaction.

You look at him with contempt, wondering if he even remembers that endearment name he used to call you by. Mea vita... how long has it been since he called you that?

Were you still his life?

You smile, forced and tried, it's still a smile.

He doesn't buy it, he's not an idiot. Something is wrong but he doesn't open his mouth, too aware of the eager journalists eavesdropping around the corner, of the cameras pointed his way, your way.

Thankfully, you can drop that smile after a brief moment since Daniil spots someone across the room, an important figure from the inquisition itself. His eyes widen for a second before he's immediately abandoning his seat and leaving you behind.

So you sit and wait. Hands in your lap, counting the seconds until it's time to go home.

That day marks the first time you experienced a real serious fight with him.

Sure you had your disagreements before, but the two of you managed to stay civil and always compromise. Daniil made it a great deal to point out how neither of you should ever stoop so low to the point of yelling or insults.

Oh how the two of you always made fun of the other couples who fought. Saying how it can never happen between you two, it was just impossible.

Reviving the dead wasn't the only impossible feat achieved that day.

You've witnessed his anger, you are very familiar with his venom and fangs.

You just never thought you'd ever taste it one of those days.

It was always directed at the unjust, always a symbol of protection to you.

Daniil got too accustomed to getting his way, too used to you being the pliant spouse. To always understand why he had to cancel that date last minute or why he couldn't keep his promises.

To wait for him home.

He gets to see you when he pleases. You have to make appointments and take into consideration his schedule. Even then, he might not always show up.

This thread has worn thin. It was only a matter of time before it snapped.

The next day, guilt eats you up for what you did, regret churns like poison in his stomach.

He's the first to apologise, to humbly ask for forgiveness after taking time alone to collect his thoughts.

You accept it, because the love you shared could never die. If you don't accept Daniil Dankovsky in this life then who else will? Who else but you can accurately read his mind? Who else endures all his shortcomings for the brighter future?

Who else but you can understand?

Maybe he's too ahead of himself when he sits you down and gives you a list of promises to hold him accountable for. Admiting he has been less than adequate as a partner, but he'd rather learn and better himself than stay in the past.

You look down at the paper, and the wedding is at the top.

Gradually, the two of you work together. You speak up more, and he learns to listen better.

The wedding preparation period put all you've built to the test, to say it was tense would be an understatement.

There were so many things to take into account, so many people to impress and invite, so many people to visit and trips to the bakery, tailor and so on.

So little time.

Daniil had to take a break from Thanatica for a while, he couldn't be in two places at once, and he really, really tried.

It left him restless, ate him up at night.

But seeing how much happiness his presence provided you during these important moments and decisions helped ease the ache in his heart.

Despite it all, the wedding finally arrived.

It was beautiful, perfect in a sense. Fitting for a fairytale, Daniil glowed under the glittering lights in his white suit, you looked absolutely divine.

For once, you too stood in the spotlights with him.

You could built a castle from the amount of congratulation baskets and flower bouquets sent to your address. Important people taking the time to attend your wedding and offer you the best wishes.

Alas.

If this was a real fairytale it would've ended there, the hero wins back his love and archives his dreams, everyone is happy.

The End.

The real world was harsher, brutal even.

Eventually, all walls need demolition.

And even the sky might come crashing down.

All the effort he made, all that you've built together, slowly decays.

Feelings of being unwanted, undeserving and unloved plagued your mind.

Obsessions drove his actions to achieve more, surpass more expectations, earn more fame. Neglecting his now spouse in his crusade against death.

-

In a more merciful timeline, the two of you are still married in the events of pathologic.

In that life, you made space for yourself in his world instead of waiting around. It was you who insisted you accompany your husband on this long journey to this unkown town.

Daniil held objections and concerns for your safety, of course. But eventually, you won him over be it with wit or earnest honesty of why you want to come along.

Not to mention, he does find himself working better when you're by his side. A stark contrast between doing his research alone in a cold empty office all night and the college days when he'd invite you over while he works on assignments.

Just having you nearby immediately boosted his efficiency, looking up from the headache inducing theories on the paper to glance at you sitting on his bed, doing your own thing, did wonders to his morale.

A married Daniil immediately puts a stop to all the flirting from anyone who attempts it, be it Eva, Maria or Andrey. He ruthlessly shuts it down and tell them to not bother, they don't stand a chance.

The sucking up to him however? yeah... he still eats that up. Your husband might be a clever man but if someone strokes his ego, he becomes more prone to falling to manipulation.

You would've advised him not to take the murder case, not to involve himself with the Kains or accept to help them.

Except that you weren't there at the time. You were still exhausted from the train ride and Daniil told you to go to sleep, he won't go far, just going downstairs to thank Eva for her hospitality by offering this room to you two.

Of course one thing lead to another and curiosity took the best of him, of course he went to the Kains alone and immediately fell into their mouse trap.

By the time you're informed of what happened, it's morning on the second day, and he has already digged himself into a hole by involving himself too much in this case to back out now.

He's an idiot, a clever genius idiot who needs to stop chasing shadows on walls.

But he is your idiot, the ring proves it.

So you guess a murder investigation case is what the two of you are doing now. Daniil isn't embarrassed one bit as he asks you to be the Watson to his Sherlock. Even when you point out that he'd fit as Watson better since he was the doctor and all, he still insists that no... his version is better.

Two people working together definitely speeds thing up. Daniil struggles to remain a gentleman in this semi-apocalypse of a plague. On one hand he wants you to stay safe inside at night and not risk running into bandits or looters, on another hand his rational mind makes a good argument of why its necessary to teach you how to use a gun if you didn't already know.

You put his lousy pistol to shame, to say the least.

But if you were someone who's experienced with a dangerous life, the roles would be almost reversed as he asks you to come with him during his nightly errands... No, he doesn't need protection he just....

Ugh, fine, yes. He wants you there to watch his back and murder others for him, so what? He is your husband, and you love him. It is his right.

His progress moves much smoother. While it would be more efficient for the two of you to split and do seperate tasks, Daniil would rather you stick together.

Deep down, he is genuinely worried about you catching the plague. The idea itself horrifes him to the core. No matter how capable you are, he still makes you wait outside the plague infested house while he conducts his business inside.

Actually he'd prefer it entirely if you waited outside the infected District but you're too stubborn and he hates the fact that you learned how to best him in arguments after being together for more than a decade.

While the physical benefits of having another person around are nice and all. The mental benefit of having a real friend, a lover, and a spouse by his side during this showdown with death is the real golden line.

He'd never have had his breakdown in the usual game events, you'd have kept his sanity intact had you been by his side.

Put all his whispering voices in his head to bed with a simple touch, melted all the self-loathing away with a kiss.

Caught him in your arms as he fell down from grace.

As the realisation that he is just human, just one man, downed on him in cold blood. That he is so much weaker than he thought, that despite all his effort and studies, there is so much he is ignorant about when it comes to healing and medicine.

That he was sent here to die.

And like a fool he dragged you into the grave with him, he should've been more firm, he should've never allowed you to come along.

But by the gods, you're here now, and he can't change that. It absolutely pains him to see you go through the same strife.

And Daniil doesn't even believe in a god but he still carries that cross around, just in case he's desperate enough to get on his knees one day, to beg their merciless eyes for your life to be spared.

At least you'd be the one to sing him to his eternal sleep. The words he told you during that dance still held true,if he ever could choose his own death, then he'd be content to die in your arms.

But you must remain alive, at all costs.

You must survive.

More than once he attempts to make a deal, to throw his morality under the bus if it meant someone could provide a way for you to escape from this town.

Willing or not, he will get you out.

Because at that point he lost faith in all of his skills, his degree as a doctor might as well be a glorified napkin. He knows that he knows nothing.

-

Wow that was long. I hope you enjoyed it anon!

Writing it was fun, especially young Daniil <3

[otaku-tyriq]

Do you have top 10 or top 7 favorite (fictional) characters (if you feel like listing multiple) of all time from any media?

That is actually a very tricky question, dear Anon. For you see the list if my favourite characters is CONSTANTLY changing. Similar to my list of my favourite songs haha. So I cannot give you a set "All time Favourite” list but I can offer you a "List of Characters Tyriq enjoys at this very moment on the 18th of March 2024”

1) Nero Claudius from Fate/Extra, Fate/Last Encore, Fate/Extella and Fate/Grand Order

The second I had first heard this woman say "umu” that was it for me. I knew I’d be obsessed with her for the rest of my days. She is adorable, she is loyal, she is THAT GIRL, a queen, an emperess, a goddess, and just seeing her instantly makes my brain pump out serotonin. Who even needs anti depressants when you can have Nero.

2) Vash the Stampede from Trigun Stampede

Babygirl. Princess. Loserboy. Golden Retriever Puppy. Beloved Wife. He’s adorable, pathetic, a wonderfully tragic yet optimistic character. He’s my beautiful little princess and I lay my life down before him.

3)Yoimiya from Genshin Impact

Her absolute happy go lucky attitude and sweet personality is like liquid gold shot straight into my arteries. I had fallen in love with this woman the very second I had laid eyes on her. Also she has been my main for two years at this point she’s genuinly just that fun to play.

4) Kaveh from Genshin Impact

The suffering artist trope CRANKED UP TO ELEVEN! Again like Vash this man is equally tragic as he is kindhearted and despite having been scammed out of his money multiple times he still cannot help but sacrifice his own well being if it would result in someone else’s happiness. Also before you ask: Yes, I do ship him and Alhaitham

5) Ichiban Kasuga from Yakuza

What else can I say about Ichiban other than he’s almost stupidly optimistic and no matter how hard of a curveball life throws at him, he ALWAYS keeps the attitude of "once you hit rock bottom the only way is up.”, always trying to both see and bring out the best in people. Also he’s a massive Dragon Quest fan so obviously I’d end up obsessing over this beautiful specimen of a man who at the age of 42 still is not 100% sure where women pee from.

6) Erik from Dragon Quest XI

Honestly I could have EASILY put the entire main cast of Dragon Quest XI on this list because the characters of that game are simply that likeable and well written, but if I had to choose one, it would have to be your very first party member and the hero’s best friend and totally platonic roommate Erik. This man’s sassy attitude yet undying loyalty and devotion towards the hero is so strong not even the apocalypse itself could tear the hero and Erik apart for long.

7) Ryuji Sakamoto from Persona 5

I think at this point y’all are starting to see a pattern in my favourite characters: Ryuji is loyal like a golden retriever puppy, absolutely adorable and sweet with a severe lack of Braincells.

8) Silver the Hedgehog from the Sonic the Hedgehog Franchise

Silver has literally been my favourite Sonic character since Childhood. His whole stick is that he’s unbeatable optimistic. Despite becoming from an apocalyptic future where everything is covered in flames, he never stops believing that things can become better if you try. His naivety however leads to characters like Mephilis abusing his optimism for their own agenda. But none of that stops Silver from

being one of my greatest comfort characters.

9) William James Moriarty from Moriarty the Patriot

✨Be Gay. Do Crime✨

✨Communism✨

✨Clinical Depression✨

All these things and more describe William James Moriarty and he’s so valid for it.

10) The Professor from Puppet History

He’s just a little guy. He’s a little guy and it’s his birthday

[hetalia-club]

Tsunami Titans vs. Freedom Fighters- Inning 9/9

Blue text Freedom Fighters at bat- link to their team and positions Orange Text Tsunami Titans at bat- link to their team and positions Pink Text = my commentary Inning 1 link Inning 2 link Inning 3 link Inning 4 link Inning 5 link Inning 6 link Inning 7 link Inning 8 link Inning 9 link

(Game is completely generated using the stats, characters, traits and abilities given to them by me that I've already shared with you, I do NOT know the outcome ahead of time and I am simply adding my own commentary along side the generated innings. It is generated one inning at a time. Whoever've wins will be just as much as surprise to me)

Announcer Voice:

Welcome back, baseball and Hetalia fans! The score is 11-10 in favor of the Tsunami Titans after a thrilling sixth inning. The Freedom Fighters have closed the gap, and it looks like we’re in for an exciting finish. We have a lineup change for the Tsunami Titans: Canada is being pulled from the game, and Iceland will be taking over at first base, batting fifth. Let's see how the seventh inning unfolds! Looks like Japan does not want to risk anymore errors on the field tonight.

Score going in- 11-10 favor of Japan's team.

Ninth Inning:

Welcome back, baseball fans! We’re heading into the ninth inning here at the Uzumaki Dome, and what a game it has been! The Tsunami Titans have taken a thrilling 11-10 lead after an explosive eighth inning. But the Freedom Fighters are not out of it yet. Get ready for an unforgettable finish!

Top of the Ninth Inning:

Leading off for the Freedom Fighters in the top of the ninth inning is Romano, wearing number 16 and playing first base. He’s looking to start a rally.

Romano vs. Japan:

Pitch 1: Japan starts with a fastball at 92 mph. Romano swings and misses. "Strike one!"

Pitch 2: Next pitch is a curveball at 78 mph. Romano watches it go by. "Ball one."

Pitch 3: Japan throws a slider at 85 mph. Romano connects and sends a line drive to left field at 105 mph. Spain runs in but can’t get to it! Romano is on with a leadoff single! "A great start for the Freedom Fighters!" Nice on base by Romano.

Next up is America, the star player now playing center field. He’s had a fantastic game so far.

America vs. Japan:

Pitch 1: Japan delivers a fastball at 93 mph. America swings and misses. "Strike one!"

Pitch 2: Another fastball at 92 mph. America fouls it off. "Strike two!"

Pitch 3: Japan throws a curveball at 79 mph. America connects and sends a towering fly ball to deep left center field at 110 mph. It's going, going, gone! Home run, America! "The Freedom Fighters take the lead, 12-11! What a shot!" That brings in Romano and America. America and Romano repeat their celebratory hand shake from they did last inning.

Now, we have Germany, number 85, playing right field. He’s looking to keep the momentum going.

Germany vs. Japan:

Pitch 1: Japan throws a fastball at 91 mph. Germany swings and misses. "Strike one!"

Pitch 2: A curveball at 78 mph. Germany watches it go by. "Ball one."

Pitch 3: Japan delivers a slider at 84 mph. Germany connects and sends a grounder to shortstop at 99 mph. Prussia fields it cleanly but throws wide to first! Germany reaches safely on the error! A great hit by Germany!

Next up is Ireland, number 22, playing second base. He’s got the heart and hustle to make things happen.

Ireland vs. Japan:

Pitch 1: Japan throws a fastball at 92 mph. Ireland swings and misses. "Strike one!"

Pitch 2: Another fastball at 93 mph. Ireland fouls it off. "Strike two!"

Pitch 3: Japan throws a changeup at 80 mph. Ireland connects and sends a line drive to right field at 105 mph. France dives but can't make the catch! Germany advances to third, and Ireland is on first! a nice routine hit by Ireland.

Now, Sweden steps up, number 92, playing left field. Let’s see if he can capitalize on this opportunity.

Sweden vs. Japan:

Pitch 1: Japan delivers a fastball at 92 mph. Sweden swings and misses. "Strike one!"

Pitch 2: A curveball at 79 mph. Sweden watches it go by. "Ball one."

Pitch 3: Japan throws a slider at 85 mph. Sweden connects and sends a high fly ball to deep center field at 108 mph. Scotland is back, back... and it's gone! A three-run home run for Sweden! "The Freedom Fighters extend their lead to 15-11! What a swing!" a terrific clean up there by Sweden! Japan needs to be careful with feeding them easy hits like this.

Next up is Italy, the pitcher. He’s looking to get on base and get things moving.

Italy vs. Japan:

Pitch 1: Japan throws a fastball at 92 mph. Italy swings and misses. "Strike one!"

Pitch 2: Another fastball at 93 mph. Italy fouls it off. "Strike two!"

Pitch 3: Japan throws a changeup at 81 mph. Italy connects and sends a grounder up the middle at 95 mph, and it gets through for a base hit! Italy is on first with a single." That would have been an out for anyone else but with teh fastest player in the league you got to really hustle if you want to get him out on those.

Now, Denmark, number 69, steps up to the plate. He’s been solid all game.

Denmark vs. Japan:

Pitch 1: Japan throws a fastball at 91 mph. Denmark swings and misses. "Strike one!"

And Italy is off! He’s stealing second! The throw from Turkey... not in time! Italy steals second base! What a steal by Italy! I don't think I would have risked it but that is what he's out there to do.

Pitch 2: A curveball at 78 mph. Denmark watches it go by. "Ball one."

Japan throws the ball behind him and checks Italy at second. Looks like he has him shaken up. Italy is still safe on second.

Pitch 3: Japan delivers a slider at 84 mph. Denmark makes contact, a grounder to third base at 97 mph. China fields it cleanly and throws to first. "Out number one! Italy holds at second." Nice play by China and Iceland!

Next up is Russia, number 27, playing catcher. He’s had a big hit tonight already.

Russia vs. Japan:

Pitch 1: Japan starts with a curveball at 78 mph. Russia watches it go by. "Ball one."

Pitch 2: A fastball at 91 mph. Russia swings and misses. "Strike one!"

Pitch 3: Japan delivers a slider at 84 mph. Russia connects and sends a grounder to shortstop at 99 mph. Prussia fields it cleanly and throws to first. "Out number two!"

Next up is England, number 04, playing third base. Let’s see if he can drive in Italy.

England vs. Japan:

Pitch 1: Japan throws a fastball at 92 mph. England swings and connects, sending a high fly ball to left field at 107 mph. Spain runs back, back... and it’s over his head! England rounds first and heads to second as Italy scores! "The Freedom Fighters extend their lead to 16-11!" Nice RIB by England!

Next up is Romano, number 16, playing first base. He’s looking to keep the rally going.

Romano vs. Japan:

Pitch 1: Japan throws a fastball at 92 mph. Romano swings and misses. "Strike one!"

Pitch 2: Another fastball at 93 mph. Romano fouls it off. "Strike two!"

Pitch 3: Japan throws a curveball at 79 mph. Romano connects and sends a line drive to left field at 105 mph. Spain runs in but can’t get to it! England rounds third and heads home. The throw... not in time! England scores, and Romano is on second! "The Freedom Fighters extend their lead to 17-11!" Another run batted in!

Next up is America, the star player of their team. We've come up on this exact face off twice now. America at bat, and Romano on base. Let's see if third times a charm.

America vs. Japan:

Pitch 1: Japan delivers a fastball at 93 mph. America swings and misses. "Strike one!"

Pitch 2: Another fastball at 92 mph. America fouls it off. "Strike two!"

Pitch 3: Japan throws a curveball at 79 mph. America connects and sends a line drive to deep right field at 110 mph. France runs back... and it’s gone! Home run, America! "The Freedom Fighters extend their lead to 19-11! What a performance!" Amazing another home run by America! You do not want to let this man get a piece of that ball! Japan does not look happy about that one. America and Romano doing their handshake at home plate after a very dramatic around the plate walk by America, he really took his sweet time.

Now, Germany steps up again, number 85, playing right field. He’s looking to keep the momentum going.

Germany vs. Japan:

Pitch 1: Japan throws a fastball at 91 mph. Germany swings and misses. "Strike one!"

Pitch 2: A curveball at 78 mph. Germany watches it go by. "Ball one."

Pitch 3: Japan delivers a slider at 84 mph. Germany connects and sends a grounder to shortstop at 99 mph. Prussia fields it cleanly but throws wide to first! Germany reaches safely on the error!" It's not looking good for our home team. They seem to be feeling the pressure from those last runs. They need to keep their nerves in check and just focus on fundamentals.

Next up is Ireland, number 22, playing second base. He’s been reliable all game.

Ireland vs. Japan:

Pitch 1: Japan throws a fastball at 92 mph. Ireland swings and misses. "Strike one!"

Pitch 2: Another fastball at 93 mph. Ireland fouls it off. "Strike two!"

Pitch 3: Japan delivers a changeup at 80 mph. Ireland connects and sends a line drive to right field at 105 mph. France dives but can't make the catch! Germany advances to third, and Ireland is on first!"

Now, Sweden steps up again, number 92. He hit a home run earlier this inning.

Sweden vs. Japan:

Pitch 1: Japan delivers a fastball at 92 mph. Sweden swings and misses. "Strike one!"

Pitch 2: A curveball at 79 mph. Sweden watches it go by. "Ball one."

Pitch 3: Japan throws a slider at 85 mph. Sweden connects and sends a high fly ball to deep left center field at 108 mph. It’s going, going, gone! Another home run for Sweden! "The Freedom Fighters extend their lead to 21-11! What a display of power!" Amazing hit by Sweden! cleaning up the basses again!

Finally, Italy steps up again. He’s looking to add to the total.

Italy vs. Japan:

Pitch 1: Japan throws a fastball at 92 mph. Italy swings and misses. "Strike one!"

Pitch 2: Another fastball at 93 mph. Italy fouls it off. "Strike two!"

Pitch 3: Japan throws a changeup at 81 mph. Italy connects and sends a grounder to second base at 95 mph. Finland fields it cleanly and throws to first. "Out number three!"

End of the Top of the Ninth Inning:

Freedom Fighters: 11 runs, 9 hits, 0 errors

Freedom Fighters lead 21-11

And that does it for the top of the ninth. Japan did not look happy he was teh first one off the field to teh dug out. They seem to really be feeling the pressure after that home run from America, that set the whole tone of the Stadium into silence. Let's see if Japan and his team can return the call. We have seen them dig themselves out of worse before.

Bottom of the Ninth Inning:

Leading off for the Tsunami Titans in the bottom of the ninth inning is Spain, wearing number 12 and playing left field. He’s looking to get something started.

Spain vs. Italy:

Pitch 1: Italy throws a fastball at 85 mph. Spain swings and misses. "Strike one!"

Pitch 2: Another fastball at 86 mph. Spain connects and sends a towering fly ball to right field at 108 mph. It's going, going, gone! Home run, Spain! "The Tsunami Titans cut the lead to 21-12! What a shot!" And Spain is here to return the call! They are not out of this game yet folks!

Next up is Finland, number 77, playing second base. Let’s see if he can keep the momentum going.

Finland vs. Italy:

Pitch 1: Italy throws a fastball at 85 mph. Finland swings and misses. "Strike one!"

Pitch 2: Another fastball at 86 mph. Finland watches it go by. "Ball one."

Pitch 3: Italy delivers a curveball at 77 mph. Finland connects and sends a grounder to shortstop at 97 mph. Denmark fields it cleanly but throws wide to first! Finland reaches safely on the error!" A great base hit by Finland ready to help his team set up a big play.

Now, it’s Iceland, number 45, playing first base. He’s looking to make an impact.

Iceland vs. Italy:

Pitch 1: Italy delivers a fastball at 85 mph. Iceland swings and misses. "Strike one!"

Pitch 2: Another fastball at 86 mph. Iceland fouls it off. "Strike two!"

Pitch 3: Italy throws a slider at 80 mph. Iceland connects and sends a line drive to center field at 102 mph. America dives but can't make the catch! Finland advances to third, and Iceland is on first!" A Stunning it by Iceland! A runner on first and third.

Next up is France, number 39, playing right field. The crowd is on their feet!

France vs. Italy:

Pitch 1: Italy throws a fastball at 85 mph. France swings and misses. "Strike one!"

Pitch 2: Another fastball at 86 mph. France watches it go by. "Ball one."

Pitch 3: Italy delivers a curveball at 78 mph. France connects and sends a high fly ball to left field at 105 mph. Sweden runs back, back... and it’s gone! A three-run home run for France! "The Tsunami Titans cut the lead to 21-15! What a comeback!" And clear the base home run by France! what a hit!

America calls a Time Out from Center. America and Italy meet at the mound to have a chat. They seem to be having a pretty serious discussion between the two of them a lot of hand movements going on.

While they have their little discussion this might be a good time to go over some of Italy's stats. Not only is he know for being the fastest in the league but strike out wise he's the better pitcher on the Freedom Fighters. He's best to have as a closer for situations like these. he really knows how to keep his cool and shut down batters.

And time out is over the game is back ok! Now, it’s Turkey at bat, number 40, the catcher. Let’s see if he can keep the rally going.

Turkey vs. Italy:

Pitch 1: Italy throws a fastball at 85 mph. Turkey swings and misses. "Strike one!"

Pitch 2: Another fastball at 86 mph. Turkey fouls it off. "Strike two!"

Pitch 3: Italy delivers a slider at 79 mph. Turkey makes contact, a grounder to shortstop at 100 mph. Denmark fields it cleanly and throws to first. "Out number one!" Nice shut down by Italy it looks like he's really locked in. That smile is gone from his face and he's all business.

Next up is Prussia, number 01, playing shortstop. Known for his confidence, let’s see if he can get on base.

Prussia vs. Italy:

Pitch 1: Italy throws a fastball at 85 mph. Prussia swings and misses. "Strike one!"

Pitch 2: Another fastball at 86 mph. Prussia watches it go by. "Ball one." Italy is shaking that one off, holding the ball staring Russia down waiting on the pitch to be called.

Pitch 3: Italy delivers a curveball at 77 mph. Prussia makes contact, a grounder to third base at 97 mph. England fields it cleanly and throws to first. "Out number two!" That was a nice effort by Prussia, If only he got a bigger piece of that one.

Next up is Scotland, number 11, playing center field. Let’s see if he can get something started with two outs. They really have to make something happen here.

Scotland vs. Italy:

Pitch 1: Italy throws a fastball at 85 mph. Scotland swings and misses. "Strike one!"

Pitch 2: Another fastball at 86 mph. Scotland watches it go by. "Ball one."

Pitch 3: Italy delivers a slider at 80 mph. Scotland connects and sends a high fly ball to left center field at 108 mph. America and Sweden converge... and it drops between them! Scotland hustles to second base for a double!" Great hit by Scotland!

And now, it’s Japan, 'The Tsunami,' wearing number 8 and pitching. The crowd is electric!

Japan vs. Italy:

Pitch 1: Italy throws a fastball at 85 mph. Japan swings and misses. "Strike one!"

Pitch 2: Another fastball at 86 mph. Japan fouls it off. "Strike two!"

Pitch 3: Italy delivers a changeup at 78 mph. Japan makes contact, a line drive to right field at 104 mph. Germany dives but can't make the catch. Scotland rounds third and heads for home. The throw to the mound... in time! Scotland rounding third making his way home. Italy charges, meets him there. Italy with the tag, and Scotland is out! "The Freedom Fighters win, 21-15!" He's out of there, and that's the ball game! the Freedom Fighters dominated by 6 points. What a come back! They spend the whole game dragging behind just to come out in the ninth with a mission to win!

End of the Game:

Freedom Fighters: 21 runs

Tsunami Titans: 15 runs

What a thrilling game. Italy taking initiative with that last out, not wanting to risk his throw to home and risked it for the out. Judging by the whole game this really isn't how I thought this game was going to turn out. It seemed like everything was going in the favor of The Titans after the switch up in teh outfield. But it looks like the Fighters buckled down. I'm not sure what America said to them in the dug out during their pep talk but whatever it was it sure worked!

For the MVP of the game I'm going to have to give it to: America: What with his pitching to lead off the game and his multiple home runs and leading his team to victory with an amazing come back.

Honorable mentions would have to be:

Sweden: Clearing the bases twice in the same inning driving in 6 runs, is something of legends.

Japan: Pitched all 9 innings and didn't show any sign of slowing down. I think he had a few more in him EASY

Spain: It's hard not to give this guy the recognition he deserves, he always puts on a show.

Players that need to go to my intensive baseball training camp before we even consider a rematch: Prussia- too many errors Canada- Was taken out of the game due to his poor show on first base, costing his team runs and the game. Germany- Is not signed up for teh camp but is on THIN ice. he needs to look alive out there and stop getting so distracted.

Pitching run down: America- Pitched 6 innings. Had a total of 84 throws. 5 strike outs Italy- Pitched 3 innings. Had a total of 48 throws. 3 strike outs Japan- Pitched all 9 innings. Had a total of 155 throws. 9 strike outs

[bestworstcase]

it really is interesting just how much V4 shows of the grimm that blatantly contradicts what we’re told about them during the beacon arc. right out the gate, too, with bricks and complex improvisational teamwork and the beringel’s emotive reactions to its apparent victory and then realization that its opponent survived the fall through the roof all in the V4 short. everything we learn about the grimm in V1-3 comes filtered through huntsmen academy pedagogy and in the first two volumes every significant direct encounter occurs in proximity—whether diegetic or narrative—to a character who explains them authoritatively using the huntsmen model: pyrrha’s philosophical recitation on the nature of the soul and what makes grimm soulless gives context to the initiation, port describes the grimm as demonic monsters before setting one loose in class, oobleck helpfully provides dollops of exposition to fit the grimm of mountain glenn into the framework laid out in V1. by V3, we have a handle on what these creatures are and the onslaught against beacon plays out—almost—exactly as we would expect based on this understanding, with the singular exception that the grimm are clearly shown to be acting as allies to the non-grimm adversaries. (the white fang transports their own fighters and grimm side-by-side without coming to any harm, and cinder speaks to, makes eye contact with, and signals for an assist from the wyvern.) and the narrative reveals salem at the very, very end to imply an explanation for that singular anomaly.

but… beacon falls. in V4 the school environment is gone and we begin to encounter the grimm outside the controlled pedagogical environment of the huntsmen academy and like IMMEDIATELY the narrative starts throwing curveballs. a beowolf gets up on a roof to throw bricks at ruby. the beringel grabs a beowolf and they flawlessly execute a maneuver we’d call a team attack if a duo of huntsmen did it; later the beringel roars in satisfaction when it thinks ruby is beaten and then reacts with surprise and trepidation when it realizes she isn’t. the villagers in V4 shrug off weeks of provocations by a grimm four young huntresses and huntsmen struggled to defeat. jaune looks at the bodies strewn across the wreckage of shion and asks “who killed all these people,” indicating that “the grimm” is not a foregone conclusion—and the answer turns out to be not grimm but bandits. the sea feilong spends an entire day quietly circling beneath the boat, unnoticed, then reveals herself but doesn’t really do anything except roar and snap once at the huntress who shot her while looping over and around the boat itself—never making contact or actually attacking until after she has been fired on and hit repeatedly, and even then focusing her retaliation narrowly on the ship’s weaponry and the huntsmen attacking her. (the WOR ep notes that grimm are territorial; they don’t prey on animals but violent altercations over territory are not uncommon. what we see in 4.3 isn’t a grimm attack. it’s a territorial threat display that escalates because nobody on the boat can tell the difference between a grimm saying “LEAVE” vs one who wants to eat them.) and on the exact opposite end of the spectrum, the nuckelavee has a nest decorated with trophies it’s collected across a decade or more of haunting its neck of the woods: neither a mindless killer nor a powerful old giant with caution borne of self-preservation but an intelligent being who plagued this small region for years out of what seems to be active malice.

over and over and over again, V4 showcases grimm individuality and refutes the huntsmen academy understanding of what these creatures are and why they act as they do. and of course if you watch V1-3 again with the knowledge that the pedagogical lens is limited and inaccurate you’ll notice the small inconsistencies between what is said and what is shown: the ursai yang faces react to her rapid shift in mood with obvious confusion. the deathstalker dodges jaune’s attempts to grab its stinger several times before it either gets bored with the game or isn’t quick enough and rouses itself because it doesn’t like being grabbed. the grimm in mountain glenn know the kids are encamped in the ruin (ruby makes direct eye contact with one through her scope) but ignore their presence in favor of nosing around the ruins. none of the complexity that appears in V4 is really new: it’s just presented plainly, without commentary by an authority figure to elide everything that doesn’t fit inside the clear-cut, morally simplistic huntsmen academy stance that grimm are just an endless horde of soulless evil. and that transition occurs instantly, the minute the narrative leaves the confines of the academy setting.

it’s a neat storytelling choice. hello, welcome to the real world, the grimm are fundamentally just Creatures. they feel pain, and fear. they’re social beings. they’re smart. they aren’t all the same: some of them would prefer not to fight and need to be pushed really far before they’ll resort to violent retaliation and others hunt people for sport. and sometimes they’re not overwhelming existential threats; sometimes they’re just a chronic nuisance bad enough to make you wonder if moving is worth it.