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Seven Seconds

Summary: when Katie Jacob's gets abducted in a Mall, setting the clock for the BAU, who needs a legal favor, and it's been a year since the A.D.A. has know anything about Spencer Reid. Pairing: Spencer Reid x lawyer!reader Genre: pinning, SLOW BURN, maybe right moment?, angst bc i love angst wc: 4.6k! (i know so small comparing to part 1 bear with me) TW: cm canon typical violence, set in 05x3 "Seven seconds" (obviously lol), sexual violence, implied reader's dark past, glimpses of female rage. A/N: my idea for the serie is be taylor jenkins reid and have you question if lawyer reader exists or not (delusional bitch), english is not my first language and let's pretend it's proofread part I - part II - part III - part IV - masterlist

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Spencer sat on the park bench reading a book while playing chess with Ethan, brilliant kid for his age and good opponent, not good enough though because when he cheered “I see checkmate in 5, What do you see?” It took Spencer one glance to calculate all the movements necessary.

“I see it in 3” he answered looking at his book again, the kid turned around the board and moved the pieces

“We've missed you out here” he said, staring at the board amazed.

“Thanks. I, uh, I had to take a little break”

“How come?” His hands froze on the book for a second before closing it.

Spencer had been clean for over a year now, it was 14 months and 2 weeks ago that he had freaked out after noticing his stash of Dialud was gone along with his needle. Where could he find more? Who knew about his addiction? Where was his stash? Who the fuck is Dr. Fitzgerald? Did you report him?

His first instinct was confronting you, given that you were the only person who found out his drugs that he knew, the first days he was a complete paranoid, he jumped every time Hotch called his name, or that Gideon looked at him a little too long.

At the end of the week he was thinking where he could find more, and when that thought scared him, he called the number of the card you had left in the same pocket his drugs used to be.

“Hello this is Dr. Fitzgerald” said a calm voice, it was 10 p.m. so there was a higher chance of going to voicemail, but he got an answer and the tremor of his hands got a little worse. Was it the anxiety or the withdrawal?

“Umm hello.. this is.. Dr.. this is Spencer Reid and someon-""I've been waiting for your call Dr Reid” the other line interrupted, he froze for a second.

“I used to play with a co-worker friend of mine. He's probably the best mind I ever went up against. One day, he just decided that he didn't want to play anymore.”

Fast forward, she helped him get clean and stay clean after Gideon left, getting tested regularly, and gave him the contact of the help group of FBI addicts. He was better, he was alive.

“So you gave up, too?”

“Just the opposite. I attempted to play Through every permutation of moves on a chessboard.”

“That's an infinite number of games.”

“It's not infinite. It's just- it's exponentially large.”

“You couldn't have played through them all.”

“There's an average of 40 moves per chess game, And I'll tell you something– the more I played, The more I realized that every single match every single chess game, Is really just a simple variation on the exact same theme. You know? It's aggressive opening, Patient mid-game, inevitable checkmate, And I realized why my friend quit. He was tired of repeating the same patterns And expecting a different outcome.”

“That's because you haven't come up on Fridays or Mondays in a while” the way his eyebrows went up along his voice tone made him feel like he knew something that he didn't.

His eyebrows furrowed “What do you mean?”

“There's this great player who comes around those days, she even brings the best pastries, and her games is similar to yours, always two or three moves ahead, she always beats everyone here… i think her boyfriend called her Buzz or something like that, like the Toy Story character”

“Buzz?… i don't really remember anyone with that nickname”

“It’s probably not that one but you don't know her because she started coming like 8 months ago.. I'm sure you have a lifetime of chess strategy in your head that you're just sitting on, but when you meet her?” He made a dramatic pause “You'll have to play it.”

He glances at his watch to realize his 15 minute break is coming to an end. “I still use it. I just, uh... I apply it differently. I have to go. It's good seeing you.”

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That evening, the BAU was called in for a local case—a little girl, Katie, had been kidnapped from a busy mall. A week earlier, another girl had been taken from the same location and found dead hours later. Now, they were all racing against the clock.

Katie’s parents were desperate. As any parents would be in this situation, right? But when Hotch asked the father if either of them was having an affair—a routine question in abductions—the man took offense. Deep offense. So much so that he refused to let the FBI search their house.

Now, what kind of parent refuses to help the police find their missing child?

In a small surveillance room, Morgan and Reid sat with Garcia, who was visibly frustrated by the mall’s ancient security system. They were surrounded by screens displaying grainy footage from different angles—well, almost every angle. They had a single glimpse of Katie in one video, and then, seven seconds later, she was gone.

JJ and Prentiss were with the mother, aunt, and uncle, trying to get a read on the family dynamic. Meanwhile, Morgan and Reid had conducted a cognitive interview with Katie’s cousin. It had led nowhere.

“The family has refused permission to search the house,” Hotch announced as he stepped into the room.

“What do you mean they denied?” Morgan’s frustration was evident. “Your only child goes missing, and you refuse to collaborate?”

No one disagreed. They were all thinking the same thing.

“The cousin didn’t say much,” Reid added. “He was too distracted in the game room to notice anything.”

Hotch exhaled sharply. “I’ll speak to the detectives, see if we can get a warrant.” His tone was firm, but they all knew time wasn’t on their side.

Garcia adjusted her glasses. “Sir, I mean this in the best way possible, but it’s almost 8 p.m. I don’t think-”

“I’ll handle it,” Morgan interrupted.

All Reid and Garcia turned to him with identical looks. What do you mean you will handle it?

Hotch’s eyebrows furrowed, but after a moment, he gave a small nod and walked away. Morgan was already pulling out his phone.

“I have a contact,” he explained, dialing.

He put the phone on speaker. It rang once. Twice. On the third ring, a voice answered—sharp, direct, and all business.

“A.D.A. Woodvale.”

Reid went rigid.

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It was late in the office; most people had already gone home, including your assistant Molly. All but Austin, who was still there because he had a lead on one of your cases. You knew he was still hanging around because, over a year ago, when someone had snuck into your office to harm you, you’d become a little paranoid. You’d gotten better, but Austin insisted on keeping you company, especially since your car was in the mechanic’s.

You were reviewing a legal brief, pen in hand, skimming the margins to jot down notes when the desk phone rang. Without looking up, you hit the speaker button with the tip of the pen.

“A.D.A. Woodvale.”

There was a beat of silence before a familiar voice cut in—smooth, direct, urgent.

Morgan called your name “Hey. We need a warrant. Fast.” You blinked, setting the pen down.

Reid and Garcia exchanged glances as Morgan jumped in without hesitation.

“Katie Jacobs. Eight years old. Abducted from a mall earlier tonight,” Morgan started, all business. “Another girl was taken from the same place a week ago—she was found dead hours later. We’re working against the clock.”

You frowned, swirling the pen, going through the multiple scenarios. You had heard about last week’s case, and how slow the police had moved back then.

“We’ve got mall surveillance footage,” Morgan pressed. “At first, we thought she just vanished, but Garcia finally pulled something from one of the side corridors. Katie wasn’t taken by force—she was walking calmly with someone.”

Your fingers tightened slightly around her pen. “Someone she knows.”

“Exactly,” Morgan confirmed. “That narrows it down to family or close acquaintances.” They all shared a silent thought. Family.

We know they’re hiding something,” Morgan corrected. “We just don’t have the probable cause to kick the door down.”

Garcia watched as Morgan paced slightly, his tone firm but urgent.

“That’s thin, Morgan,” Your voice came through the speaker, steady and unyielding.

“We don’t have time for airtight,” Morgan countered.

Your jaw tightened. “You don’t have time for me to get laughed out of a judge’s office, either. Refusing a search isn’t a crime, and suspicion alone doesn’t cut it. I need more.” You understood where the suspicious came from, how are you supposed to help them if they had nothing?

There was a pause. A beat of silence. Then, another voice—one you hadn’t heard in over a year.

“99% of abducted children who are killed due within the first 24 hours” He cleared his throat, willing his voice to stay even. Spencer Reid. “75% within the first 3 hours, and what only law enforcement knows is Jessica Davis joined the 44% of children who are abducted and killed within the first hour. We’re already past the three-hour mark. If we don’t act now, statistically speaking—”

“The likelihood of recovery drops exponentially,” You sighed, already standing up, ignoring how his voice sounded. So different. So… clean.

Your gaze flicked to the clock. 8:06 p.m. Damn it.

You grabbed a blank warrant form from her drawer and reached for a pen. “Send me the address and everything else you have. Give me 20 minutes.”

Click. You didn’t have time for goodbyes.

Austin raised an eyebrow from his seat. “Guess you’re not going home anytime soon.”

You didn’t look up as you started writing. “I never was.”

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The courthouse was mostly deserted at this hour. The fluorescent lights hummed quietly, and the stillness of the evening was only interrupted by the sharp click of your heels on the polished floors followed by Austin’s boots toward the judge’s chambers.

“You sure you don’t want me to take this one? Sweet-talk her maybe?” he teased.

You shot him a look. “You think Judge Holloway is the type to be charmed? Plus, you’re a private investigator, not a lawyer.”

“She’s not gonna like you showing up this late.”

You didn’t miss a beat. “If she’s still up, she’ll make time for this.”

Taking a steadying breath as you stopped in front of the door, you quickly ran through your notes, making sure you had every detail in order. Then, without hesitation, you pushed through the heavy wooden doors of Judge Evelyn Holloway’s chambers.

Inside, the judge barely glanced up from her paperwork. “You have two minutes, Woodvale.”

Stepping forward, you set the warrant request on the desk. “Your Honor, I apologize for the late hour, but we have a child abduction case we’re working against the clock. A young girl, Katie Jacobs, was taken from a mall over three hours ago. We’ve obtained surveillance footage showing her walking with an individual—someone she likely knows. We believe the family is withholding information, and they’ve refused to allow us to search the residence.”

The judge narrowed his eyes, folding her hands on the desk. “And what do you propose I do about it? What evidence do you have to warrant a search?”

You kept your voice steady. “We have footage of the girl with someone who wasn’t a stranger, Your Honor. The parents are refusing cooperation, and the father was evasive when asked about possible affairs, which raises red flags about his involvement.”

Holloway sighed, leaning back in her chair. “That’s thin.” You were ready for that.

“I have the full footage from the mall security, including a timestamp showing the precise time the girl went missing. She is last seen walking calmly with someone she knows, most likely family.”

There was a brief pause, and for a second, you thought you were about to lose her. So you pulled Reid’s words from memory, adjusting them just enough to make them your own.

“Time is working against us. Statistics show that 99% of abducted children who are murdered lose their lives within the first 24 hours 75% within just the first three. And only law enforcement-”

She cut you off with a raised hand, signaling you to stop.

The judge exhaled through her nose, it was late and you were rambling about statistics and you knew she wanted you out as soon as possible when you started citing numbers. So pushing himself out of her chair with a slight groan. “Fine. Get me the paperwork. I’ll sign it—but you better have your ducks in a row.”

You nodded, her demeanor unflinching. “Thank you, Your Honor.”

As you turned to leave, you couldn’t help but feel the weight of the hours ahead of you. But you were used to this—fighting against the clock.

“Let’s move,” motioning to Austin. He gave you a small nod. “You got it.”

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Exactly 15 minutes after the call, 5 minutes earlier than promised, Morgan’s phone rang. He answered it without even looking.

"You got your warrant. I'll meet you there," Alex’s voice came through, crisp and businesslike, just as expected.

Morgan exhaled, his relief barely hidden. "Thank you, Woody."

He paused for a moment before adding, "I owe you one," then hung up, turning to Reid.

“Tell Hotch we’re heading to the Jacobs’ house,” he instructed, already moving toward the door.

Spencer had been timing her. It wasn’t the first time he'd gotten caught up in the tense waiting game of law and order, but the pressure of it had a different weight today. The memory of your voice, clear and resolute, echoed in his mind, sharper than before.

For Reid, part of getting clean wasn't just the physical withdrawal—it was the emotional weight of confronting his mistakes. The memory of how he'd lashed out at you a year ago still haunted him. How could he have been so cruel? The hurt in your eyes, the way he dismissed you, the way it all spiraled… it wasn’t just the drugs that had made him say those things. And the fury he saw when you looked at him, Dialuid in hand, how you looked like a timing bomb when he was trying to see if he could talk to you, the tension in your shoulders, the lock in your jaw, the grip on the file. He’d been battling so much more since then, in his mind, you saved his life by doing what he couldn't do.

He’d rather die than relive that moment again, than say those things. And yet, here he was, standing in the middle of another chaotic case, still carrying that guilt with him. He stayed behind Morgan for just a beat before pushing down his feelings and moving quickly.

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The engine of Austin's bike rumbled to a stop as they pulled up in front of the house, where Morgan and Reid were standing in front of the black SUV. You slid off the back with practiced ease, taking off the helmet and letting your hair fall loose.

Austin followed your lead, taking his helmet off with a groan. “So, what exactly are we looking for?”

You shot him a quick, sidelong glance, handing him the helmet, keeping your expression flat knowing he’s about to be a drama queen. “You’re not coming inside. The warrant’s for FBI and police only. Not P.I.s included”

Austin paused, a mock pout crossing his face. “Excuse me? I just got you here, through all that traffic, risking myself to get a speeding ticket and now I don’t get to search? This is the second time in the night that you P.I. shaming me. Do you hate me?”

“If I hated you I wouldn’t have bailed your ass out of jail… twice” you remark the last part. He had a talent for sticking his foot where he shouldn’t be, maybe that’s what makes him good at his job.

“You act like you wouldn’t do it a third time” he was mocking, but he was right, something you would never admit to him.

You start walking to the house “Mhm.” you hum rolling your eyes, heading towards where Morgan and Reid were.

You didn't expect him to be there, or maybe you did, maybe you wanted to see him and know what had happened to him since the last time you saw him. They were looking at you, Morgan with a curious already-profiling-you stare, while Reid expression was more… cautious. He looked so different, his cheekbones were prominent in an attractive way and not sickly, he had put on some healthy weight and was not fidgety. You were not mad anymore, because of course at the moment the hurt had turned into rage like it always does for you, but it was more because of phantoms than anything else.

“Got your golden ticket” you said, avoiding Reid’s gaze as you pulled the warrant from the inner pocket of your gray coat and swung it toward them.

Morgan nodded “You staying?” He gestured with his head to Austin who was leaving.

“I have to make sure you find something, otherwise the judge will have my head for this,” you said dryly, shrugging as though the threat didn’t bother you, but there was a flicker of seriousness behind your words. You were only talking to him, which felt rude because Reid’s stare was locked in your profile.

Reid was thinking how pretty you looked, how the black vest suited you, and he couldn’t ignore the fact you had changed your brown bag to a black one that looked nothing like his. Your white shirt and gray coat gave you an older, wiser look, but as Reid analyzed your features, he realized he didn’t even know how old you were. You couldn’t be older than him. Serious, sharp, and young... How was it possible for someone that young to be the A.D.A.?

Reid’s mind couldn’t let go of the numbers. The average age of an Assistant District Attorney in the U.S. is 36. You couldn’t be older than 25, and yet you were already in that position.

You glanced at him for a moment before stepping inside the house, feeling the weight of his stare. The look made him snap out of his trance-like state, and of course, his eidetic memory hated him, because for that brief second, he remembered how you had looked at him a year ago.

Morgan nodded and thanked you again before he and Reid walked into the house. You left the warrant on the hall table with a deliberate touch, your fingers lingering for just a moment—as if to remind yourself that you weren’t entirely done with this.

“Somebody lit a fire last night,” you heard Reid say.

“Well, there are dirty dishes for three in the kitchen, so they eat together as a family.” Morgan’s voice carried from the other room as they moved through the house, taking in the details.

If Katie was in danger, the signs wouldn’t be in plain sight. You had to look where they hid—where children kept their secrets. Their bedrooms.

“Hey, my favorite movie from when I was a kid.” Reid held up a DVD, turning it in his hands before pulling it from the player just as you passed by him, tugging on latex gloves before heading upstairs, you did feel a little guilty for not even looking or talking to him, but it was something you did unconsciously.

“So they watch movies together, too,” Morgan mused. They were starting to build a picture of the family’s dynamic.

“By a fireplace in a house that’s straight out of a catalog,” Reid added. “Norman Rockwell couldn’t have painted this any cozier.”

“That’s what worries me.” There was weight in Morgan’s voice. A tension that sat between them.

Upstairs, you searched through the rooms with careful precision.

When you first became a lawyer, you made a promise—never ignore a sign. Since then, you have gone further. You didn’t just refuse to ignore them; you searched for them. Hollow eyes. Unexplained bruises. Small bloodstains. You looked for them in teenagers, in young adults, in the elderly. But nothing—nothing—was more painful than a child who couldn’t speak up.

Because they were small. Because someone older, someone stronger, was hurting them. There's nothing more hurtful than not being able to speak out, to say something and stand up for yourself. Except when someone did—someone saw the bruises, the fear, the signs—and they looked away deliberately. Because a child’s pain was inconvenient. Because it came with a mountain of paperwork no one wanted to touch.

You had spent your whole life making sure you never looked away.

That’s why you were hunched over the small desk in Katie’s bedroom, flipping through her drawings when Morgan and Reid entered the room. They started searching, their movements efficient and methodical.

“Katie’s been wetting her bed,” Reid said as he lifted the duvet, inspecting the mattress beneath it.

“A lot of six-year-olds do. Could be bad dreams,” Morgan replied, crouching beside you as he sifted through a pile of toys.

You considered that possibility—it was perfectly logical. In a perfect world.

“Some kids won’t get up at night because they’re afraid of the dark,” Reid added, his tone careful. Almost knowing.

“Or it could be a lot more complex than that.”

Morgan had found a doll. Not a Barbie missing a shoe or one that had simply been played with too much. No—this doll was different.

Its hair had been hacked off, jagged strands sticking out unevenly. Red marker smeared across its face like smeared blood. Its clothes were yanked askew, twisted, and wrong.

“Most girls covet their dolls like an extension of themselves.” He took the doll in his hands like it was made of fine glass.

“Reid, I know these signs-— acting out on her toys, wetting the bed. She's obviously covering up something about that necklace.”

“And her cousin might be holding something back.”

“Well, this looks more like a man than a boy to me,” you said, holding up a drawing of a tall, shadowy figure towering over a small, crying child.

Morgan took it from your hands, his expression hardening as he analyzed the image.

“Psychology says drawing is a child’s way of channeling their inner world. Look at the strokes—how harsh they are,” you pointed to the dark, jagged lines forming the tall figure, then traced your finger over the smaller one. “And this looks like Katie to me. She forgot to draw the hands, which means she feels powerless… helpless.”

Morgan took his phone out, dialing up “Hotch, we think Katie’s being molested,” Morgan said, his voice clipped. “And we both know the odds.”

A brief silence. Then Hotch’s response, firm and certain. “Most likely by someone under the same roof.”

He hung up, and both men started toward the door, their movements brisk with purpose. But you stayed behind for a moment, rooted in place, taking in the scene. Trying to quiet the distant sirens that echoed in your mind, the same ones always shouting when you were face to face with these situations. A loud pause—maybe out of respect for Katie and her pain, for everything she had been forced to endure.

From the doorway, Spencer glanced back. The dim light from the hallway cast your figure in stark contrast, outlining you in shadow—your form dark against the soft glow of the room. He couldn’t see your expression, couldn’t read your face. He focused on the way your hands curled into fists at your sides, the tight set of your shoulders.

And he wished—just for a second—that he could see more.

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You stood outside, leaning against the wall, arms crossed tightly over your chest. By your side were Morgan, Jeremy, Katie’s cousin, and Reid.

Turns out, Katie’s uncle, Richard, was her abuser. A disgusting son of a bitch who deserved to rot in hell. And you were going to make sure he did. He had destroyed Katie’s childhood, probably more than just hers, shattering an entire family in the process. His own son, standing right next to you, was collateral damage he clearly hadn’t spared a thought for. And then there was his wife. The woman who had chosen to look away. Who had taken Katie and nearly gotten her killed, all for the pathetic, desperate hope that it would somehow stop her husband from creeping into little bedrooms at night. She deserved the same hell he did.

A stretcher rolled past, Katie’s small frame barely visible beneath the blankets as the paramedics guided her into the ambulance. Her mother clutched her tiny hand, whispering something—words meant to soothe, to promise safety.

A young voice cut through the air. “I heard her call my mom’s name. That’s what I remembered before.”

You closed your eyes, your mind already racing ahead. Your attorney brain was piecing it together, sketching out the battle that was coming. If the kid had heard it, that made him a witness to the abduction. His own mother had committed the crime against her niece. And God only knew what else he had seen—what else had been happening in that house—without fully understanding it.

“We get it, kid. That’s your mom,” Morgan said, his voice steady. But you knew the truth: if Jeremy could barely say those words to them, getting him to the stand in front of a jury would be another fight entirely.

The boy shifted on his feet, staring at the ambulance. “What’s gonna happen to me now?”

If God existed, He had already been too cruel. He had let all of this happen. And you knew how these things worked—knew there was a very real chance that Katie’s parents, burdened with their own grief, would resent Jeremy by association. That they wouldn’t take him in. That he would be swallowed by the foster system.

You wouldn’t let that happen.

The sirens blared outside the mall, cutting through the air with urgency, but it was the ones inside your mind that were louder—screaming in the same rhythm, as if they were one and the same. Distant and deafening, they filled every corner of your head, drowning out everything but the grim reality unfolding before you.

“I don’t know, Jeremy,” Reid answered, his voice gentle. “But we’re gonna make sure you’re alright, okay?”

Jeremy didn’t look at him. His eyes stayed fixed on the ambulance. “Is Katie gonna be all right?”

You wished—desperately, violently—that you could tell him yes. That you could say it with certainty and make it true. But how could you give him something you didn’t have?

“She will, eventually,” Morgan said, his voice firm.

You exhaled sharply. The words made your skin crawl.

“Is she?” The question slipped from your lips before you could stop it—low, bitter, nearly spat out under your breath. Just quiet enough that the kid wouldn’t hear. Just loud enough that Morgan did.

Before he could respond, you were already moving.

Your feet carried you toward the police car, toward the sick, selfish bastard they were shoving into the backseat. Your hand shot out, slamming the door closed—harder than necessary, just enough that it cracked against Richard’s face.

Morgan watched. So did Spencer.

And for the first time, he realized just how much of a puzzle you really were.

Partially because, throughout all of this, you hadn’t looked at him once. Not when he entered the room, not when he spoke, not even now, standing just a few feet away.

Partially because your eyes, when he finally caught a glimpse of them, were full of something he rarely saw outside of a case like this. Pure, undiluted rage.

Not just anger. Not just frustration. Something deeper. Something personal.

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redr0sewrites · 6 months ago

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NNN with the ACOTAR men

🥀A/n: surprise...! sorry for not writing for a MONTH ive been doing this. whoops.

🥀Cw: smut, nsfw, vague description of genitals, switch!reader. teasing

🥀Character(s): Eris Vanserra, Lucien Vanserra, Cassian, Rhysand, Azriel x reader (seperate)

🥀divider: @chachachannah <3

Eris Vanserra:

Eris is,,,, lukewarm to the idea to say the least. why on earth would he want to not fuck you for a whole month?

probably takes a lot of pleading to get him to agree ngl, but once he does agree..... HE IS MAKING IT

definitely lasts the whole month, no questions asked

there is no way his resolve is breaking im sorry i just dont see it. no matter how hard you tease him, Eris' only response is a noncommittal "hmm," and a devilish smirk.

he's definitely giving you a taste of your own medicine too- be prepared for teasing from HIM

he'd sneak up behind you and grab your waist, whispering filthy words in your ear about what exactly he's planning to do the minute the month is over... only to pull away and "tut" smugly

he's going to be soo mean if you give up, especially if you challenged him. the teasing is fifteen times worse, and on top of that he's STILL abstaining because even if you're not making it... hes seeing this through!

hes a lovable asshole about it.

"aw, can't even go a whole month without me?"

i feel like towards the end of the month, he'd get irritable and pent up. he has a high-stress life after all, and not getting any release on his frustration can take its toll. Eris would never take it out on you, but expect him to be a little more curt and snippy than usual

once the month is done though? be PREPARED. Eris is a lot more rough and intense when he's pent up, and would be adamant about making up on lost time. you're probably not leaving your shared bedroom for AT LEAST three days. even when you both aren't fucking, he's pressing kisses up and down your body and memorizing everything he didn't get to see throughout the month

i also see him being a lot more passionate at the end of the month. he won't admit it, but he missed getting to fuck you

overall, he'd last, but he would not like it and would make it up to you

"missed me, huh?" Eris coos, sinking into your aching hole. his skin is warm, almosst burning against your own as his tip just kisses that sensitive spot inside you, providing a tantalizing sensation of pleasure.

"f'course i did," you murmur, tightening your legs around his waist. your sat in his lap, completely bare, and his hands travel to cup at your chest.

"oh really?" Eris' gaze is calculating as he presses a nipple between two lithe fingers, rolling the sensitive bud and watching you squirm. "then why did you make me wait so long, darling?"

"mnh- 'was just a game..." you whine, nuzzling into the crook of his neck as Eris slowly begins to thrust in and out. you clench around him tightly with every roll of his hips, and his free hand begins to rub your clit/cock.

"just a game? well, why don't we play a game, hm? lets see how many times i can make you cum," Eris purrs, and you nod fervently. his eyed narrow, and he paused in his ministrations.

"use your words."

you arch your back, pleading for his touch again. "please make me cum, Er..." Eris chuckles at your obedience, before returning to stroking you, increasing his pace as he did so. "whatever my darling mate desires~"

Lucien Vanserra:

Lucien would not like the idea- he'd miss you too much, and i also feel like he has a pretty high libido in and of itself

he'd do it to make you happy, but i really don't see him lasting. Lucien would make it halfway through the month MAX. you tease him once and he folds- he's very whipped for u !!!

probably lasts at least 2 weeks, but after that he really doesn't pay much mind to it

sooooo fun to tease, in my mind he's the type to be unabashedly in LOVE with his partner and isn't afraid of acting flustered when you catch him off guard. he loves seeing you in lingerie and it's probably one of the easiest things you can do to get him to give in

i also can see him teasing you too- he's very flirtatious in nature, and if he wants you, he's pulling all the stops to see if he can make you break- ESPECIALLY if he gives up and you continue trying and to last the whole month

if you don't tease him throughout the month or give him reason to give up, i think that Lucien may have a sliiightly higher chance of making it through the month- but its still not guaranteed. like i said, he has a high libido and even if he doesnt fuck you he'll probably still end up masturbating

when it comes to the end of the month be PREPARED- he is absolutely waking you up at 12:01 because he "wants you so bad". its hard to say no to him when he's being all sweet and compliant, but know that it won't last bc he will very soon turn into a MENACE. if you can still walk, then he's not done

"you're simply divine," Lucien murmurs, almost worshipful as his lips trail up your navel. with each rise and fall of your chest, his sinful mouth travels higher and higher, kissing and sucking over marks he had left from previous rounds in a wanton mix of lust and love. his eyes never leave yours, his gaze reverent and his mechanical eye whirring as he takes you in, observing you as though you might disappear.

"perfect," he whispers breathlessly, crawling above your nude form and supporting himself with a strong arm on either side of your head. your lips meet in a sickeningly sweet kiss, and he rolls his hips tantalizingly against yours.

"mngh- jus' came!" you whine, and Lucien chuckles breathlessly against your lips.

"you can give me one more, hm?"

Rhysand:

i think Rhysand is a bit of a wild card, i think he would be into the idea at first, as he loves a good competition, but after realizing what it fully entails, he'd be pouty about not getting to sleep with you for a whole month. like, do you even love him anymore???

he'd probably make it to at least 3 weeks -> the end of the month

in all seriousness though, i think whether or not he makes it depends on how much you want to make it- if you don't tease him or don't try too hard, then i can see him making it with ease, but if you turn him on? ohhh he's not letting you go without making you both lose.

i see Rhys as kind of a hornball, genuinely it doesn't take much to turn him on, but it's whether or not you do it intentionally that really gets him going. like seeing down the front of your chest on accident? sure, he's horny, but he'll get over it. you intentionally bend down in front of him in a loose shirt, or flash him as a joke? ohhh he needs you now.

PETTIEST TEASE !!!!! you think you can get away with teasing him with no repercussions? think again, because he'll make you come running to HIMMM- he's sending you nudes through the mating bond randomly throughout the day, he's flashing you, he'll wear lingerie under his suit and tell you about it inconspicuously, stuff like that

Rhys is also quite touchy, i genuinely see him being like. clingy. especially when he misses you. what he can't have in sexual intimacy throughout the month, he makes up for in physical intimacy as he is practically almost ALWAYS at your side, and demands a lot more of your attention than usual. not in a bad way, he just loves when you focus on him

when the month is over, he's actually turning into a FREAK. instead of waking you up, he invades your dream, filling it with his own dirty desires so that you wake up aaallll hot n bothered. then and only then does he give in to his own lust and fuck you senseless

you awake with a gasp, feeling a sticky heat between your legs. your cheeks flush as memories of your more than pleasant dream fill your mind, clueing you in to the reason behind your own arousal.

"i see someone had a good dream," a sensual voice purrs in your ear, and you whip around to face the violet-eyed speaker.

"this is your fault, Rhys. i know your behind that.. dream." you grumble, and he lets out a velvety laugh.

"oh, but you'll never prove it~" he teases, but your having none of it. you waste no time in pushing him down against the bed, moving to straddle him and grinding down hard.

"s-someones being forward tonight," Rhysand hisses, hips jolting upwards to meet your impatient humping.

"hah- f'course i am, its been a, a month! i swear, if you don't shut up and fuck me Rhysand i will-" your cut off with a yelp as strong arms find purchase on your waist, flipping you over so that your pinned down beneath your lover.

"be careful what you wish for, darling."

Cassian:

loves the idea of NNN in theory... hates it in execution. Cassian is probably more overconfident in his abilities to abstain from sex than he is actually capable of in reality, so he goes into NNN ready to face it head on- only to CRUMBLE by week two because he just needs to cum.

lasts 2.5 weeks TOPS.

Cassian is always packing some sort of heat, his dick is big big, and he swears he's never noticed it until now. literally everything you do gives him a ridiculous hard on- it's almost embarrassing. its a phenomenon, the more he can't have you, the more he wants you!

Cassian could probably withstand torture, but can't withstand your teasing. just a few lustful innuendos and giving him a look and he's down on his knees practically begging you to let him fuck you, just the tip, he promises he won't even cum.... (lies)

can not take teasing, but he's pretty good at teasing you- although not subtly. not subtly at all. comes up behind you and grabs your hips with two big hands, pressing his boner against your ass like,,,, hey. whispers absolute filth into your ear until he's borderline humping you, and is so caught up in the moment that he can't focus on anything (or anyone) other than you if you don't give in then your better than me fr

at the end of the month Cassian is practically in heat, he's nearly drooling with need as he shakes you awake, ready to beg politely ask you to just fuck him already...

rough hands gently cup your face, and scratchy stubble tickles your cheeks as your lover plants kisses all across your face.

"babe," Cassian murmurs, "its december." you hum, shifting slowly into the realm of consciousness and turning to look at him.

"and?" you tease, feigning innocence as Cassian pouts. "oh, fuck you," he grumbles, nuzzling his head into your neck, and you giggle.

"aw, the big strong illyrian warrior can't last a month without me?"

"f'course i can't. it's you, afterall." you feel Cassian's grin against your neck, and hum thoughtfully. one of your hands trails to his wings, rubbing gently over the sensitive membrane. Cassian lets out a strangled moan, rolling his hips desperately as he begins to grind on your thigh.

"fffuck, hun, jus' like that," he slurs, shuddering as you continue stroking is wings. "you're so perfect f'me," he mumbles, increasing his pace.

"cum for me, Cassian," you mumble, pressing a kiss to his temple and feeling his breath shudder against your neck. suddenly, he pauses his motions, gently pulling your hand from his twitching wings.

"hngh- hah, not yet- wanna be inside you first."

Azriel:

i don't think Azriel would care too heavily about NNN, if you were into it he'd do it but he doesn't feel too strongly about it- however, he is quite competitive, and will take it seriously if you challenge him

Azriel is making it through the month no questions asked. i simply can not see him giving in- he loves you dearly, but nothing will stop him from winning

honestly, your probably more at risk of giving in then him- he's teasing you worse than anything you could ever do to him, only to pull away last minute and watch you squirm with arousal. you're also NOT getting away with teasing Azriel because he WILL get you back ten times worse, that is a promise

you "accidentally" brush over his crotch? what a shame, he's "accidentally" grinding on you. you moan in his ear? he's dirty talking to you in front of your entire friend group. you wear something provocative? he will take his shirt off in front of you. he WILL get you back, and it will be worse than anything u give to him

at this point he's just downright Evil with his teasing- like he's coming into YOUR room, kissing you senseless until your all hot n bothered, and then just leaving!!! Evil!!!!!

definitelt tries to piss you off and get you needy just because he thinks it's attractive- the hornier you are the happier he is !

when the month is over, he's merciless. probably edges you and then overstimulates you for LITERAL hours, still teasing you and trying to piss you off solely because he can. however, he does reach his breaking point eventually, and when he does i DOUBT you will be walking for 2-5 business days because he will be ROUGH

the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room as the scent of sex invaded your senses. your own pleasured moans drown out the sound of Azriel's cock squelching in and out of your aching hole with each thrust, his breath hot and heavy on your neck. large, scarred hands find purchase on your hips, and your thighs tremble as he forces you deeper into a mating press. he holds your gaze as one hand begins to toy with your clit/cock, his calculated motions bringing you to the edge yet again.

"uh-huh, y'like that?" Azriel smirks, watching as you writhe and moan. "y'wanna cum this time baby?"

"p-please! please Az, 'm so close," your voice is cracked and embarrassingly whiny, your hips rolling against his with every thrust.

"patience, baby," he murmurs, pressing feather light kisses to the soft skin of your neck.

"you'll get your turn. i've waited a whole month, you'll let me have my fun, hm?"

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seattlesellie · 2 years ago

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ok. can we talk about going with ellie to the mall because i think it would be… interesting.

(fluff ‘n a little bit of smut so mdni! 🎀 also wrote this ages ago and it’s so bad so excuse me!!! and reader is v fem)

౨ৎ when it comes to ellie williams— i believe she will throughly let you walk her like a dog. quite literally following you around the shops hand in hand— to the point where you’re merely dragging her around. at first, she’d be super chill and relaxed, but one hour later after seeing you try on the same dress three times already— she’d start groaning on and on. “babe… do we really have to go fucking zara again?”, when you tell her that you just regret not buying a certain top, she’d be so adorably pissed off, her eyebrows all furrowed together, just thoroughly confused. she would probably want to stop and eat some food every 5 seconds. “zara… or mcdonalds” ,weighing the two options on her hands and clearly placing the mcdonalds option way higher.

౨ৎ if there’s an arcade— you know her ass is fully stopping in her tracks, begging you to come and play some games with her. obviously, you oblige, because she’s giving you the biggest and cutest puppy eyes you’ve ever seen, and maybe she’d stupidly jump up when you say yes. she ends up beating you in every single game— and it's so painfully obvious that she’s been there about 17 times already.

“ellie, you’re only winning because you’re here every single day. you’re like a totallll loser” you defend, after she’d been gloating about her winning streak for 5 minutes straight. unsurprisingly, she just denies it.

“i swear— ive never been here before, babe”

“els, be honest” you warn.

“okay— been here like once with jesse”

“once?”

“once… plus like five” and at that— she turns around, and places her hand behind her back, so you can intertwine it with yours. she’s sooo beating you in bowling.

౨ৎ while you’re browsing through clothes — shed be hugging you from behind tightly, as she kisses on your neck and silently begs for your attention.

“this skirts super cute, right?” you chirp, pointing at the plaid mini skirt and slowly tracing the soft fabric with the pads of your fingers.

ellie has her chaste lips right on your pulse point, and she’s barely even looking.

you pick it up, and she moves closer behind you with her hands still clinging on to your waist. “cute, right?” — you can feel ellie’s smile slowly form on your neck.

“yeah, babe… you’re very cute. thought you knew that already, though”

౨ৎ when you pull out two pieces from the rack (amethyst purple & floral purple) and ask her which color will fit you better, she just rolls her eyes and huffs. “babe… you cannot be serious they're the exact same”, to you, they are NOT. but ellie fully doesn’t get it at all.

౨ৎ put her in a gamestop— and it’s like she won the lottery. browsing through the different controllers, now its your turn to tease and tell her they’re all the exact same. put her in a NINTENDO shop and its literally over. her eyes are twinkling and sparkling, and shes borderline skipping through the store trying to find cool figurines. when she sees a bowser plushie (her mariokart main, duh) she picks it out so fast, and then tries to find you a plushie too— a princess peach or a kirby or whatever you want. she goes to pay, and when you leave the store with your two adorable new plushies inside the bag— ellie fully side eyes you. she has something to say, and you know it. she sighs deeply— “think theyre fucking in there?”

“if they’re anything like us… theyre fucking in there— oh my god, babe… bowsers humping her ass, look” —

she’s literally moving them inside the bag.

౨ৎ okay, so you’re done paying at zara (with her credit card but let’s not… talk about it), ellie left about 15 minutes ago because she was tired of looking at the clothes and she said that place looks like a mental asylum. you’re walking out of the shop with the bags in your hands, and you see her sitting on one of the random mall couches with a random grey haired middle aged man. weirdly, they seem to be in the midst of an incredibly intense conversation. you twist your face because what the fuck and;

“waiting for the wife, huh?” she asks him, manspreading on the chair with her hands resting on her thighs. they’re both staring at the store’s entrance, both sighing heavily. “that i am…” the old man huffs, and ellie chuckles to herself. “me too man… me too”

౨ৎ five minutes later — you find them talking about fucking bathroom tiles.

“i told her i wasn’t going to do marble— but she fucking insisted on it”

you walk a little closer, and ellie is still heavily rambling about floor stuff (?) you have absolutely no clue about.

“els…? ready to go?” you chirp, smiling warmly at the stranger. “gimme a sec” ellie looks at you from the corner of her eye, and keeps going. they’re exchanging numbers because they need to start thinking about how to build a new patio, and he has some “awesome fucking tips, man”

౨ৎ ellie places her hand on your shoulder as you’re walking away, and squeezes. “he was such a cool dude” she remarks, with a stupidly dumb, satisfied smile.

“ellie… he was like, sixty five”

“so? we bonded, babe” she shrugs.

“about floor tiles?” you ask her, and she begins rubbing little circles on your shoulder as you both stray further away from the shop.

“amongst other things” ellie chews on the inside of her cheek. should she say it?

“what things?” you smile sheepishly at your girlfriend, who’s seemingly nervous for some reason.

“you know… his wife…” she bites her cheek even harder now. she should definitely not say it. “my wife” okay— there it is.

her wife.

ten whole seconds of absolute radio silence pass. ellie thinks she might have said too much, but ellie doesn’t know you’re fighting for your life trying to hold on to your tears that are threatening to erupt.

her wife.

“you’re proposing here then, i assume?” you’re trying not to sound emotional, trying not to sound like your hearts about to burst out of your chest and start doing cartwheels on the malls pavement.

“nah… definitely somewhere way classier. like… bora bora, or the food court”

“food court?”

ellie has to stop. ellie has to stop and hold your hand.

“yeah… so i can hide the ring inside your burger n’shit. then you like… choke on it, then i save you… then not only am i a fuckin’ hero, i also get to like… marry the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen. and she has to say yes—” there’s no point in swallowing down your toothy smile now. “cause like… i saved her life, y’know?” as much as ellie’s joking, ellie’s cheeks are burning up.

“will you… say yes, though?” she balances her weight from leg to leg, and averts her gaze. mmhm— what an interesting sign!

the way you place your hand on the back of her neck and kiss her hard— that’s definitely a yes.

ellie won’t propose to you in the food court, though. in fact, she has this elaborate plan she has been thinking since about a month into your relationship. that, you’ll never guess.

౨ৎ mall ellie is ALL pda. she doesn’t let go of your hand like ever and constantly needs little kisses on the cheek. she bought you a cute new top? kiss on the cheek. cute dress? kiss on the cheek and on the nose. she doesn’t want you to say your thank you’s, she’d much rather you show them.

౨ৎ when you’re at a lingerie shop… suddenly she comes fully alive. its literally as if someone infused her with seven shots of caffeine and she can’t seem to be able to stop handing you different bra’s, panties, and sexy little nightgowns.

“that’ll look so fucking hot on you” & hands you the sluttiest thong youve ever seen. “that— will drive me fucking crazy” & hands you a sheer bra she can imagine your nipples poking out of.

“wanna eat you out in that” as she hands you a little nightgown and you’re like “ELLIE!” and slap her arm her because a 60 year old woman literally just heard her and looked like she was about to have an aneurysm.

“actually— wanna eat you out in that… and in that too… and in that— oh my god look baby they’re crotchless” wiggling her eyebrows and swaying the fabric in the air.

౨ৎ obviously… she wants you to model them for her. it’s funny, how she didn’t give a fuck when you tried a cardigan on or a hat or saw a cute purse, but now she’s demanding to go inside the dressing room with you and stare you down in the mirror like a perv. she watches you strip out of your clothes and you purposely do it extra slowly, taking your time removing the bra… and now, she’s just leaping out of her sit.

“nope— doing that for you…” she unclasps it, stands behind you and immediately gropes your tits. she gives you sweet little kitten licks and kisses on the neck, whilst maintaining full eye contact with her hands on your boobs from the mirror, and you can’t help but whimper when she takes your hardening nipples between her fingers and rolls them in her thumb. “ellie… were in public” you hiss, bucking your ass onto her crotch.

“we’re not in public, were in a dressing room…” she whispers, like she knows best.

“plus, i gotta test these little panties out… s’for you, y’know?”

ellie makes you sit on her lap to watch it up close, until she’s fully satisfied and is sure that they fit just right, and that she can see herself peeling them off of you. “give me a little wiggle, babe”, she rasps, as her hands roam over your naked waist.

“a wiggle?” you giggle, and burry your face in the crook of her neck.

“like… grind yourself up against me. gotta test the fabric, make sure you’re… comfortable” and— of course you do. you grind yourself up against her thigh until you forget what you even came to the mall for.

ellie’s eyes are fixated on you, taking in your little silent whimpers as you “test the panties” out.

“think… fuck— think we gotta buy them now… soaked ‘em all up, huh?” ellie pants, as she helps you grind your body back and forth. when ellie looks down on her thigh, truly just to watch how your pussy lips swallow the drenched material, ellie comes to an extra conclusion as well. there’s a sticky wet patch, almost heart shaped, over her denim jeans.

“shit… babe, look at that mess…”, she holds you by the back of your neck, and guides your head down. “mhm… gotta buy me some new jeans” your breath cages inside your throat as you begin to stutter, “sorry, el… didn’t mean to”

“oh fuck no… it’s… shit— so fuckin’ hot”

anyways, mall ellie is a menace.

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams x you

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kannady · 20 days ago

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do you remember me too?

pairing: sylus x mc reader

synopsis: love and deepspace was a newfound obsession of yours. you installed the game shortly after sylus was released as a love interest. it'd be safe to say he was the reason you installed the app. however, finals week was approaching and you had to say goodbye to your favourite game. not for long, ofcourse. but you decide to login for the last time to check the new event.

word count: 2k

a/n: hey everyone! honestly im loving this ffc so much! its great to see people liking it, it really encourages me to go on. ive been doing tons research on the game before adding characters and im falling in love all over again 😭. please leave your thoughts, id love to know what you think of the story so far!

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Chapter Three

Badum! Badum!

Could someone's heart burst from their chest from excitement, ecstasy, and confusion? Because yours was about to. Either your eyes were deceiving you, or you had gone insane. There was no other possible explanation. Your mind bombarded you with relentless questions.

The man before you was Zayne. His freshly trimmed black hair glistened under the clinic lights, framing hazel-green eyes that sparkled like gemstones. His sharp nose and chiseled features completed that signature stoic expression. Had you died and gone to heaven?

You gulped, taking hesitant steps toward him. Even now, you couldn't fully believe you stood in the presence of THE Zayne Li. Who could?

What should you do? You'd already resolved not to ask him to prove his existence—he clearly existed, standing right before you. Nor would you show any confusion. While your family might excuse odd behavior, someone of his caliber would diagnose it as delirium—the last thing you wanted.

He scribbled in a file as you approached. Sensing your presence, he glanced up, meeting your gaze over his glasses. Is this how I die? Your heart skipped several beats as your breath caught. For a moment, you forgot how to breathe entirely. Your chest constricted while your palms grew clammy. Maybe your body was overreacting. Unconsciously, you pressed a hand to your chest, forcing a slow inhale.

"Look who finally decided to show up. Take a seat."

Holy shit. He talks!

You weren't mentally prepared for this. The truth was undeniable now—you were inside Love & Deepspace! How else could this be explained? Your stare remained locked on him. He mirrored his game counterpart perfectly, except he was flesh and blood—his ethereal mannerisms and striking features somehow more breathtaking in reality. How was someone like him just a doctor? Under these circumstances, that seemed the only sane question to ask.

"H-hi, sorry I'm late. Traffic, you know," you chuckled nervously, omitting the real reasons.

"Yes, I know. I also know you staged that whole disbelief act to avoid your fate." He gestured around the office.

"Who can escape the Master of Fate?" you muttered under your breath.

"What was that?" His expression, if possible, grew more impassive. He'd definitely heard something—but how much?

"Nothing!" Play it cool. "So, the appointment..." You gestured for him to proceed, eager to escape this suffocating situation. Just an hour ago, you'd been studying for exams—now you conversed with Zayne. Not something that happens everyday.

"Yes, I was supposed to review your test results from last month." He emphasized "last month." Apparently, you—or whoever you'd replaced—had avoided this appointment for thirty days.

"Oh. Am I okay?"

"(Reader), you should've come weeks ago. These results"—he indicated the scattered papers—"are outdated." His displeasure was evident, though it wasn't your fault. You were just inheriting someone else's consequences.

"We can redo the tests." Your suggestion worked instantly. His stern demeanor shifted to bewilderment. "We will. And this time, I'll ensure we get same-day results so you can't flee." His narrowed eyes felt like drills boring into your skull. What had your predecessor done?

Without warning, he stood and headed for the door. "Follow me."

You practically jogged to keep up with his long strides. "S-slow down, Zayne..."

He halted abruptly, making you collide with his rock-solid back. As your eyes met again, the reality of interacting with Zayne still felt surreal. He stepped aside, holding the door open. "We're here." The Pathology Department sign loomed overhead.

For what felt like hours, you followed him through various tests—exhausting but painless. Why would anyone avoid this? Finally, he asked you to wait while processing results, giving you precious time to process your situation. Zayne was real. You'd touched him, confirming this wasn't a dream. Yet your parents and sister existed here too—non-game characters. Unless...you weren't the protagonist. That would explain the discrepancies. But if Zayne was real, then so was—

Badum. Badum. Badum.

Your heart raced painfully fast, breath hitching. Icy fingers clenched as conflicting emotions brewed within you—ecstasy, terror, bewilderment. You needed to see him. Sylus.

"Your results are ready." Zayne's voice snapped you back. Following him blindly, you crashed into him again when he stopped at his office. "God! What do you eat?" You rubbed your forehead.

"It's not dietary. Spinal rigidity can stem from muscle tension, spasms, poor posture, injuries, trauma, sedentary lifestyle, fibromyalgia, chronic pain syndromes, dehydration, or nutrient deficiencies."

"You do realise you just diagnosed yourself, right? Go see a doctor." The corners of his lips quirked briefly—a fleeting smile. Barely visible, but it was there. You’d always remember you had made him smile.

Seated across from him, he frowned at the reports. "These show drastic changes."

"Well, there's a month's gap."

"Drastic changes," he reiterated.

Shit. Does he know?

"Excellent progress. You've followed my advice." He nodded approvingly. Advice? Whatever—you were safe. As he handed you a discharge form, his stare became uncomfortable.

"Why are you staring?"

"Assessing my patient."

"That's weird."

"It's my job."

"Look over there instead." You pointed randomly, hastily completing the form. Amusingly, he actually kept gazing where directed. Beautiful and literal—just like in-game. If Zayne affected you this much, imagining Sylus might stop your heart.

"All done." You stood to leave.

"Wait." Zayne's voice halted you. "Is everything alright?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't it be?"

"You seem...different."

That was the understatement of the century. You were an imposter, clueless about your predecessor. Before you could respond, he added, "Your handwriting has improved."

My escape route! "I practiced. Anyway, bye!" You bolted.

Outside, reality sank in. Zayne was real. This world was real. But unasnwered questions remained. Who were you here? What was your life? What did you do? There was no one you could ask without seeming like a lunatic. Defeated, you headed home.

"I'm back!" Your mom appeared instantly. "You actually went? How was it?"

"I went! Zayne said I'm fine—following instructions perfectly."

"Wonderful! With the doctor's approval, you're all set!" Her cryptic joy raised more questions, but you feigned exhaustion, retreating upstairs.

Your room stopped you cold. Gone were your familiar belongings—replaced by game merchandise. Honeybee, Succulent Bunny, Comfy Peanut, Snowy Fox plushies. The bookshelf stunned you further: Types and Classes of Wanderers, Ideal Close-Combat Weapons, 50 Wanderer Confrontation Mistakes, Wanderers: Friends or Foes?

Before you could process this, the door flew open. Your sister leaned against the frame, arms crossed, scrutinizing you with a smug expression on her face. After a prolonged silence, she delivered the chilling verdict:

"You're not really you, are you?"

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bedoballoons · 1 year ago

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GENSHIN BOYS WITH A FEM!THIN/UNDERWEIGHT READER???? ive always been rlly thin, so it’s not eating disorder related just a scrawny fem!reader

OOOOOO OKIE!! I've always been thicker myself so I hope I wrote this well! Thank you for your request and I hope you enjoy the characters I picked!!

─⊰💕𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤💕⊰─

{༻~Scrawny and cute~༺}

CW: Fem! Reader described as being very thin!, fluffy and sweet!

A/n: First time writing Gaming!! EEE so excited!! Hope I did him justice!!

(Includes: Lyney, Gaming, and Venti!)

𑁍༄Lyney:

You tried to stay perfectly still as Lynette measured you...how had you gotten in this position? You weren't really sure, all you knew was that Lyney was special ordering you a outfit for his next show and he'd asked his sister to measure you, only she seemed a little perplexed with the results. "You're eating right? You make sure to have three meals a day? Maybe even some snacks?"

You raised a eyebrow at her, "Yes of course. Why do you ask?"

She paused for a second, her features not giving any hint to what she was feeling, "Your measurements are just very small, for a second I was worried you might need to eat more."

"Nope, I was actually worried about that at first as well, but I always make food and she eats it. She's just naturally thin, which is exactly why I'm thinking you'll be perfect for the trick I have in mind...if that's alright of course?"

You and Lynette turned your attention to Lyney as he walked up to you, his eyes sparkling with inspiration as you contemplated his request. "Hmm do I get a kiss after the show?"

"As if you wouldn't mon amour~"

𑁍༄Gaming:

"Woah here let me get that for ya!"

"Watch your step, don't want you to fall!"

"Get to safety I'll take care of them!"

You'd heard them a few to many times lately, you knew Gaming was only looking out for you, he was a caring guy and he truly just wanted to make sure you were okay all the time...even if he was being a little to...over protective. Yes you were a bit scrawnier than he was...his claymore probably weighed more then you did, but that didn't mean he had to do everything for you..., "Hey Gaming? You know you don't have to do all that stuff for me right? I can do it just fine I swea-"

"Oh I have no doubts you could, I just figured when I'm with you, you shouldn't have to. Hmm how do I put this...you're one of the most precious things to me, so I want to take care of you." He scratched the back of his neck, a blush creeping onto his cheeks, "Maybe I was over doing it though...sorry. Promise i'll remember that for next time, for now lets enjoy some dim sum!"

𑁍༄Venti:

Venti wrapped his arms around your waist tightly and rested his chin on your shoulder, watching as ran your fingers over the details engraved in his lyre. He'd been teaching you how to play little by little everyday and now you could almost strum a whole song...but it still just didn't sound as good as when he played it, "Venti do you think one day my music will induce feelings like yours does? I want to play you a melody that leaves you feeling calm and happy, just like you do to me."

He smiled softly and kissed your cheek, his embrace growing slightly tighter around your slim waist, "I think one day you will make music that leaves everyone feeling calm and free, you have talent and a beauty even crystal flies would be jealous of."

You felt your cheeks heat up at his words and butterflies fill your stomach...one day. One day you'd play him a tune that explained every feeling just right and then when he held you tightly after, chuckling happily and making a joke about how he hopes he doesn't break you with his hugs...you'd tell him just how much you loved him and it would be the most perfect of days.

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day!~*⁠.⁠✧

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Football Player!Ellie x Classy fem!reader

synopsis: As you and Ellie started to get to know each other, deeper connections started forming. And before you knew it, you were falling deep with the university's football team captain in ways that you couldn't even imagine, opening up your heart with the possibility of love at an unexpected time. But just as you began to put down your defenses, your world was shattered by the devastating revelation. Knowing that the kiss that sparked romance between you and Ellie was nothing more but a cruel bet orchestrated by her teammates.

wordcount: 4, 147 PART I: PART II : PART IV author's note: hello, guys! sorry for taking this long to update another chapter. I've decided to make this in four parts since it'll take much longer to publish if I fit everything in here. I just want to express my gratitude for your support of my stories. Lately, I've been struggling to find the inspiration and energy to write, and I couldn't finish everything in just one sitting. To add, I've been very busy with schoolwork and everything, hence why it took so long to upload the third chapter. thank you so much for understanding, and happy reading!!

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After the game was done, Ellie, along with her teammates, was bombarded by different school journalists to ask about the game. Everyone was encircling her, watching her speak passionately about the different strategies and plans that her team came up with while they were playing. She made sure to express gratitude to her supporters, along with Joel, Dina, Jesse, and you, of course.

Everyone watched Ellie in awe as she walked away as if entranced by her whole being. She has this magnetic aura that no one can resist. Even you.

The whole locker room was buzzed, as everyone was singing their university’s hymn after winning, tapping and praising everyone for their cooperation and relentless training.

“And of course, for our best captain, Ellie Williams, we couldn’t forget about the little speech you’ve said earlier. It was… heartwarming.” Alex looked at Ellie with a pout while hugging herself. Everyone roared in laughter, making Ellie smirk and shake her head.

“Well, I’m about to make my second win for the day, fellas!” Ellie exclaimed.

“Are you sure?” Alex wiggled her eyebrows. “I already have the 50 dollars in my pockets; I’m just waiting for you to fulfill the challenge.”

“Transfer that to my account tonight because the party won’t be over until I kiss Y/n.” Ellie laughed loudly before dabbing her teammate beside her. Everyone expressed their excitement for tonight’s party, not noticing the presence of the three players from the Golden Lions, who had heard their conversation from the start.

The laughs and cheers in the locker room stopped as Ellie spotted the opposing team’s captain, Natalie, along with her two teammates standing at both sides. They didn’t even bother changing their uniforms, and Ellie could tell how pissed they are. And so she put on her cocky smirk, as she strides to them.

“There’s a sign that it’s only for the Rising Phoenixes’ locker room. You three don’t belong here. You know why?” Ellie leaned at Natalie, “Because you all are losers.” She smiled before standing straight.

Natalie scoffed. “You should really enjoy your victory today, Williams, because it won’t be too long.”

“Oh yeah?” Ellie’s tip of her tongue traced the insides of her cheek, watching them with an amused face,

“Maybe we can’t beat you in football-”

“Yeah, that’s a fact. You’ve tried everything today, and props for that because I could see how you all struggled to take me down. But failed, embarrassingly.”

“But I know something that could ruin you.” Natalie continued before smiling. “You should take care. I’ll see you soon… tonight.” She took one look at all of them before walking away swiftly.

Ellie’s eyes trailed their steps until they were gone from her sight. She scoffed, finding the interaction ridiculous. Paying no mind to it, she just shrugged and laughed without giving a single fuck about her rival’s speech.

Besides, no one could ruin her.

…Right?

Ellie has been fidgety the whole time. She couldn’t tell if it was her nerves fucking with her because she was about to do something that half of her mind has been telling her not to, or that her veins had been pumped with so much energy and confidence to do it.

She’s asking you out. Finally. And she’s going to take you inside the stupid, crowded club that her coach rented for the night so that they could celebrate with whoever they like, as long as they wanted to. He’s got the drinks all settled and even rented the best DJ in the town. But Ellie somewhat cursed herself for inviting you to such a shitty place because that is not an ideal first date.

“I told you, it’s fine.” You smiled at her before touching her leather jacket-clad arm.

“It’s not well thought off. I mean, I never really considered that taking a girl out to an after-party would be great. We could go somewhere else if you want to, tonight. Like a— like a dinner in some private hotel, maybe?” She blabbered.

“No, no, I’m good.” You shook your head. “I want to meet your friends, too, okay?”

Ellie scoffed, faking her sudden nervousness with a quivering smile. The thought of you meeting her friends who knew about the bet involving you makes her head suddenly spin. She never really paid much attention to what would happen tonight, and it suddenly made her want to back out. She’s been cocky the whole day, bragging to everyone that she could just do it without batting an eye just like what they did to any other girls she’s been with before. Besides, that’s what everyone knew Ellie for.

But not this time; it’s different.

Something is looming behind Ellie’s back like a storm waiting to pour and wash her away, maybe even leaving her devastated. Maybe they were right — the field was her kingdom, but despite owning different battles, there was something Ellie couldn’t have — you.

“This is my first time going out with a girl. Yes, I don’t usually go to clubs, but, something bad is not going to happen there, right?” You raised your eyebrows, waiting for her answer. Ellie swore she could feel a mini heart attack.

She answered with a shaky chuckle, “Yeah, yeah. It’s all safe.”

You beamed, “Great! It’s a date, then?”

“Yeah. It surely is.” Ellie offered a warm smile before walking to you. She touched your arm, down to your delicate hands, holding it gently, slowly intertwining her fingers to yours. Her heartbeat tripled as she stared at it, a warm feeling gushing through her veins. For a minute, she completely forgot her sole motive.

Seeing how every inch of you fits perfectly onto hers made her want to just throw everything at the window and just be with you.

Everything was going well until Ellie decided to just think of the many possibilities to ruin it all.

You never really hate going to clubs, but if you’re going to pick between going into one or listening to Abby explaining astrobiology and neuroscience for hours, you’d pick the latter.

You are welcomed by the loud beating of sounds in the speakers, as well as the buzz of noises between the people dancing and drinking, of which 99% of the population you don’t know. Being with Ellie made you two the center of attention as you walked inside, and suddenly, you were conscious of every single thing in yourself.

Maybe your choice of dress wasn’t appropriate for this, or maybe they could sense how weird it was for Ellie to be hanging out with you, which is why they were staring.

Ellie must’ve noticed how your fingers toyed with the hem of your dress, and that’s when she took your hands into hers. She squeezed it as she looked at you with a smile.

“Hey, don’t be tense.”

“I know, it’s just… everyone is staring.” You gave a glance at those girls who looked like they would rip your heart from your chest if they had a chance.

“They’re staring because they wish you were them.”

You looked at her and smiled. Ellie slowly put her right hand on your waist, carefully guiding you as you two walked slowly. Your heart leaped at her action, and you swore you could feel your hands sweating.

Ellie’s eyes caught her teammates drinking in a corner, and staring back at her was Alex, with her cocky grin and playful eyes. Ellie’s heart thrummed as she smirked, holding the glass of alcohol to greet her. But Ellie wouldn’t let her see right through her. So she gave her best to show a cocky smile as if her head wasn’t full of so many thoughts about this messed up game.

“Oh, hey!” Dina greeted the two of you. Beside her was Jesse, who was eating a slice of pizza messily. “Congratulations, bitch!” Dina hugged Ellie tightly, squeezing her.

“That’s alright.” Ellie pushed her friend off of her.

“Congrats, man. That was good.” Jesse went on to raise his fist, and Ellie went on to bump it.

Ellie scoffed. “Didn’t even have to break a limb for me to win.” She said in a mischievous tone, which made the three of you roll your eyes.

Dina shook her head before turning her attention to yours. “Hi, Y/n. How are you?”

You smiled at her, “I’m fine. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you two.” You took a peek at Jesse, who nodded at you. “Hi, Jesse.”

“Hey.” He answered with a mouthful of food.

Dina turned at her with a glare. “What did I tell you about not talking while your mouth is full?” She hissed.

Jesse was about to open his mouth, but Dina immediately smacked him. He then went to raise both of his hands in defeat and slowly walked away.

“I’m just gonna go get our drinks. Will you be fine with her?” Ellie touched your arm.

“Yes, yes, no problem.” You nodded, and Ellie did too, before slowly walking to where Alex was.

“Oh my god, it’s great to see you again.” Dina grabbed your wrist, and you two sat in a lounge.

“I know, I’ve been really busy these past few months. I’ve just been wondering why I never see you in uni.”

“Tell me about it. My schedule is fully packed.” She rolled her eyes. “By the way, you and Ellie, huh?” Dina nudged you lightly, making you smile.

“Yeah… I guess. I mean, is it always hard tagging along with her? Ever since I’ve walked inside, everyone’s been eyeing me, and that is not a good thing.” You glanced at those group of girls who were staring at you while whispering at each other.

“You’ll get used to it. I mean, it’s Ellie.”

“Right.” You nodded.

“You know what’s crazy?” She asked, and you raised both of your brows, waiting for her to continue. “Ellie thought you were straight.”

Your eyes and mouth widened in disbelief. “What? No way!”

“Yes, way.” She nods repeatedly.

“I’m not!” You laughed. “I like both genders.”

“Figured it out when you can’t stop staring at Ms. Nina.”

“Ms. Nina.” You two say in sync before laughing loudly. “She’s hot, though.”

“I know.” Dina smiled.

You sighed, looking at Ellie. And Dina seemed to follow the line of your gaze.

“Do you like her?” Dina asked you, making your head turn to glance at her.

“I…” You opened your mouth, trying to form a single sentence to answer her question. But you couldn’t.

Dina’s eyes softened. You two shared a meaningful stare at each other.

And both of you knew that you were in so deep with Ellie.

Ellie reluctantly walked beside Alex while she was pouring drinks into the glass.

“It’s just one click away, and then it’ll be transferred to your account.” Alex showed her phone.

“Please shut the fuck up and don’t ruin this for me,” Ellie said sternly.

“I’m not, cap.” Alex scoffed. “I would like for you to succeed, even though it’ll cost some money for me.” She shrugged.

“Then go away and let me do it in peace. Don’t stare at me like a creep.” Ellie glared while picking up the drinks.

“How do I know if you did kiss her? I mean, it’ll be too much if we all watched, right?”

“I’ll kill you. Really.” Ellie’s jaw clenched. “I’ll ask her to go out later. You can send the money if you can’t see us for an hour already.”

“Right.” Alex laughed.

Ellie took one last glare at her before going over to where you and Dina at.

“Well, be careful, okay?” She overheard Dina.

“Why?”

“I-”

“Hey, I’m back.” Ellie sat beside you. She gave you and Dina a glass. “It’s tequila, I think.”

“You think?” You smiled before taking a sip.

“What were you two talking about?” She smiled before looking over at Dina, who was staring at her with dead eyes. Ellie’s jaw clenched as she stared back, the two of them fighting with no words being exchanged.

“Nothing.” You answered. “Just stuff back then at the camp.” You gave a tight-lipped smile.

Ellie nodded, falling silently. Quietness fills the air for a minute, and you can sense the thick tension forming in the air. Your heart thrummed, feeling like you’d be sick. You took a huge sip from the glass, wanting to drown the thoughts of you liking Ellie away. Hell, you don’t even know if she’d reciprocate your feelings. She’s Ellie. The mighty Ellie Williams that everyone thought was out of your reach.

She’s far up high, and you’re… just there.

“I’m gonna go find Jesse,” Dina said, standing abruptly. “Take care.” She says silently, her eyes lingering on you for a hot minute that Ellie notices.

You two were sitting side by side, watching Dina until she went to the sea of people, finding her boyfriend. You can sense Ellie getting tense, and you can’t fully comprehend why.

“If she says anything stupid, don’t believe her,” Ellie says, looking at you.

“What kind of stupid thing will she say about you?” You chuckled, finding her ridiculous. “Have you done something?”

Ellie swore she could feel her heart jumping in her chest for a second. Her breath hitched at your question, and she thanked the universe that you couldn’t see how her reaction mildly changed because of the dim lights. “No, nothing.”

“Good.” You took a sip once again, shoulders slacking down in relief.

“How are you feeling so far?” Ellie leaned toward you as the music got louder, and everyone just started dancing.

“Still doing great. I like watching people do wild things.”

Ellie snickered, “Well, that’s clubbing for you.”

You laughed.

“Wanna dance?” Ellie stood up, offering her tattooed hand at yours.

“Why yes, darling.” You smiled, and the two of you squeezed each other on the dance floor.

The music switched up to your liking as ABBA started playing. You took a huge sip of one of the drinks that the waiter offered to you, and Ellie watched in amusement. After finishing your glass, Ellie dragged you to the middle.

She sways her hips playfully, making you laugh hard. You took her hand and spun her around, almost making her trip. Ellie has never laughed genuinely like this but is glad to experience it with you. After minutes of tossing around, swaying each other, and singing your hearts out, you two decided to stop breathlessly.

“That was so good. I never expected you to dance!” You nudged her playfully.

“Me either. This is so fun.” Ellie plopped down on the chair, resting her head on it. She felt you sitting beside her, mimicking her position.

The two of you didn’t speak for a second, eyes only trained at the ceiling while still catching your breaths. Ellie took a glance at your flushed face and could swear that you were glowing. For a minute, she debated asking you the one thing she wanted to do ever since.

“Do you wanna go out?”

You craned your neck to look back at her, meeting her green eyes. “To do what?”

Ellie shrugged, effortlessly lying her way through it. “Unwind.”

“Okay.” You stood up, and so did she. And the two of you slowly walked through the door.

Ellie glanced back, meeting two pairs of eyes staring right at her.

It was Dina and Alex, with opposite reactions painted on their faces.

You and Ellie sat on a bench, feeling the wind blowing through your hair, making you slightly shiver.

“Did you have a good time?” Ellie asked, looking at you.

“Yes. More than I ever expected.” You smiled, staring right back at her. “But I do have a question and it’s been bugging me after Dina and I talked.”

“What is it?” Ellie immediately sat straight, the sick feeling starting to rise in her throat again.

“Why did you think I’m straight?”

Ellie stared at you for a second before loudly bursting out in laughter. So hard that she started to clench her hands at her stomach, as she could feel it hurting.

“What’s so funny?” You asked frustratingly.

Ellie stopped, wiping the tears from her eyes before looking at you again who was now pouting. “Well, for starters, you look like one.”

“Oh fuck,” You squeezed your eyes shut while chuckling. “I’m not, though. Just to clear things up. I’m a girl kisser but I never kissed one.”

“Then you’re not a certified one.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yup, you still have to kiss a girl to prove it.” Ellie nods repeatedly.

“Then who’d you suggest, hm?” You looked around, trying to spot someone. “That girl?” You pointed out the one who was arguing with her friend outside the house.

Ellie grimaced. “Nah. Think about someone close to you.”

“Abby?”

“No, Y/n.”

“Oh! Nora!”

“No,” Ellie whined. “Like- like me!” She exclaimed, pointing her fingers at her chest.

Both of your brows rose, shocked at what your friend had said. “Like you, huh?” A small smirk started forming at the corners of your mouth.

Ellie’s freckled cheeks blushed hard, something that she had never experienced for years. She quickly looked away, unable to speak for a minute. “Would you kiss me?” She asked, her voice getting smaller.

Your head whipped to her side, looking at her. She’s still staring at the road in front of you two, refusing to gaze back at you. You lightly bit your lips before answering, “Yeah. I would.”

Caught off guard by your answer, both of your hearts raced at what you’ve said. Ellie felt a subtle change in the atmosphere between the two of you. Your eyes showed a mixture of curiosity and amusement that Ellie could not decipher.

The idea of kissing Ellie has never once crossed your mind. Sure, sometimes you’d think of her before you go to bed or admire her while she’s not looking, but that’s completely normal, right? Right?

Still, at the back of your head, you couldn’t stop thinking what her lips would taste like. Does she kiss gently or roughly? Will she hold your cheeks or your hand? And why does the thought of it make you feel something?

As the two of you sit quietly, Ellie wrestles with a feeling of conflict. She’s supposed to do it – just simply kiss you, walk away like she always does, and then she’ll get the money. She’ll get to prove to everyone that she can get whoever she wants.

And then what will she do after?

Ellie’s heart suddenly turned cold. She could imagine you resent her if you knew that everything was just a mere bet. That your kiss equals to her pride, nothing more. With each passing second, the weight on Ellie’s chest grew heavier, and her breath was rigid as she tried to weigh her decisions before taking action.

Ruin her image, or ruin your friendship?

As Ellie’s mind races with doubts and fears, she feels a hand gently touching her cheek. Ellie’s eyes met yours, and with a fleeting moment, before she could even register what was happening, you kissed her.

Ellie suddenly stood still, eyes widening for a bit before realizing that you were the one who initiated the kiss. At that moment, Ellie felt a surge of warmth roaming around her veins, and before she knew it, she was returning the kiss with so much passion and longing, something that she never knew she could feel with someone.

Your lips were soft, and they seemed to fit Ellie’s perfectly. Her hands were slowly raising your face, cupping both of your cheeks to deepen the kiss.

This was your first time kissing someone, not to mention that it was Ellie — the girl who was in everyone’s wet dreams. And to your surprise, it did shock you that your lips had found a rhythm that perfectly matched with hers.

You slowly broke the kiss, trying to grasp air as it left you breathless. You looked at Ellie, whose expression you could not decipher. You started to panic, thinking that you had overstepped her boundaries.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know why I did that.” You said, shaking your head repeatedly while looking at her.

“No, it’s fine,” Ellie said, holding both of your hands as she sensed how her reaction may have looked from your perspective. But before the two of you can say anything, the loud roaring of a car has caught both of your attention. You two realized that it was coming in front of you as the blinding lights of it were getting nearer.

You held your hands up to your eyes as you were squinting to take a look at the car before it stopped.

“What the fuck?” Ellie cursed under her breath as she saw a familiar figure.

It was Natalie, with a smug smile painted across her face.

“Williams!” She said with a glee expression.

Ellie stood abruptly, irritated by her unwanted presence. You looked up at the two girls before walking beside Ellie, holding her arm with both of your hands. This made the blonde girl, the Golden Lions’ team captain, Natalie, catch her attention.

“Ah, I see. Did you finally do it?” Natalie asked, flashing her teeth.

“Did what?” Ellie asked in a stoic tone, not grasping what she was talking about.

“The bet!” She exclaimed happily, gesturing both of her hands in the air.

Ellie felt herself drowning with a bucket full of ice. Her eyes immediately widened, and her palms grew clammy, while a cold sweat trickled down her forehead. Ellie felt the grip of your hands that were clinging onto her arm were slowly getting lost. She took a glance at your face, a wave of a creeping sense of dread clawing up her throat, making it difficult to swallow as she found you staring at her with a mixture of deep curiosity and anger slowly seeping into your veins.

“What bet?” You asked in a hushed voice.

“Oh fuck, I’m sorry.” Natalie scratched her head. “I didn’t know that she hadn’t told you about it.”

“Fuck you, man!” Ellie lunged forward, fisting Ellie’s shirt with her strong grip that the girl almost lost her balance. Ellie’s jaw was clenched, her other hand was shaking with so much anger, and her vision was almost turning red as she struggled to contain her madness.

But Natalie did not waver, instead, she still looked at Ellie with a challenging stare. “Why don’t you tell her?”

Your heart clenched, and a sense of doubt was gnawing at her mind, slowly fully consuming her brain. “Tell me what?”

Ellie did not speak, instead, she kept her eyes trained on Natalie for a minute.

“Ellie, what was she saying? What bet is it?” You walked beside her, pulling her shoulder to make her look at you. This made Ellie drop Natalie.

A heavy weight settled in your chest, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as you searched for Ellie’s eyes, but she wasn’t– or couldn’t look at you. A deep sense of shame washed over Ellie’s mind, feeling like her conscience was slowly eating her out fully. Ellie wouldn’t look at you as she was afraid to see your face. She couldn’t bear facing what she had done. She’s afraid that it might hurt her much more than it does to you.

“Ah, since she can’t tell you, I will.” Natalie interrupted, making your head whip at her. “Ellie and her teammates were betting that she could get to kiss you for fifty dollars.” She smirked before looking at you from head to toe. “It must be insulting that you only cost fifty fucking dollars when you look like that.” Natalie walked to Ellie, whispering in her ear. “I want you to remember this day, Williams. You might beat everyone in football, but no one is going to stay with you because you are a heartless fucker.” She said before walking away.

You looked at Ellie, a sense of loss filling your heart, leaving you with nothing. Small tears started streaming down your face, making you somewhat unable to see. You felt as though a sharp dagger had plunged into your chest, leaving you gutted and raw.

“Was that true?” You asked, almost in a whisper.

Ellie bit her lips, her chest feeling tight as if a weight was pressed down on her heart, making her unable to breathe. “I…”

A small sound of notification sound from her phone stopped her from talking. It was a notification from her online bank account. The screen displayed the amount of “50 dollars” with a note:

“Take her to bed, and I’ll double it. ;)))) -A”

You looked at Ellie with bitterness and resentment.

“Listen-”

You shook your head, stepping away from her.

“You are not the person I believed you to be.”

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humaling · 8 days ago

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Two Victors, One Closet IV

pairings: finnick odair x reader

summary: a photograph from the capitol may be the thing that forces you to trust finnick, whether you like it or not.

warnings: allusions to prostitution, the usual hunger games, use of Y/N

word count: 3.1k

part three

You barely slept last night.

Your mind refused to shut up, endlessly replaying everything that happened in the hallway. The conversation. The deal. Finnick. His annoyingly pretty sea-green eyes, the golden tint of his skin under the hallway lights, the shape of his lips—soft, full, distracting. And gods, why are you even thinking about his lips?

A groan slips out as you drag your hands over your face, palms pressed hard against the heat that’s blooming across your cheeks. You twist onto your side, burying your face into the pillow as if that’ll scrub the memory of him away—but no, it clings. The way his gaze softened when he asked you, the curve of his smirk just before he said something smug enough to make you want to hit him.

His voice lingers in your head like a song you can’t shake off, repeating his offer with that maddening casual charm. And somehow, the longer you sit with it, the more it begins to make a kind of twisted sense.

It’s like being in the Garden of Eden, only the snake is six feet tall with messy bronze hair and a jaw carved by the gods—and you, stupidly, are starting to wonder if the apple’s really so bad.

You tell yourself it’s ridiculous. A terrible idea. Just another Capitol game in a shinier box. Yet your thoughts keep circling back to it—like your brain is holding onto that offer and turning it over, looking for cracks, for reasons to say no. But all you find are the uncomfortable truths: how tired you are of fighting off unwanted hands, of pretending not to notice the way Snow watches you like he’s waiting for you to break. How you’ve been dancing on a tightrope with no net beneath you. And maybe playing pretend with Finnick would be easier than playing prey for the Capitol.

But that would mean trusting him.

And trusting Finnick Odair feels like stepping off the edge of a cliff and hoping the ocean will catch you.

You exhale sharply, the air feeling heavier in your chest. You kick off the covers and sit up on the edge of the bed, elbows on your knees, hands gripping your hair like that might help squeeze the indecision out of your skull. The morning light is just beginning to creep in through the curtains, soft and golden, too gentle for the noise in your head.

You should eat. Shower. Pull yourself together. Instead, you just sit there, caught somewhere between exhaustion and obsession, with Finnick’s voice still playing on loop in the back of your mind.

"We could fake it. Give them what they want."

Gods. You might be going insane.

Maybe you are, because as you stare out the window of your apartment, watching the sun slowly rise from the horizon and the city below begin to stir with life again—you’ve made up your mind.

You get up from your bed with a certain heaviness that weighs on your shoulders. Your movements are more sluggish and uncertain as you move around the bedroom and bathroom, getting ready for the day. The night was restless, and even the thought of returning to your district later today does little to ease the tension inside you. You need to focus, but your mind keeps drifting back to Finnick, to that stupid deal, to everything that’s been weighing on you since last night.

The smell of coffee fills the air as you stand by the counter, stirring the mug in your hand. The warmth of the liquid seeps into your bones, a small comfort amidst the chaos that’s been your life lately. You’re supposed to be preparing for your return to your district this afternoon, but your mind keeps drifting back to that damn deal with Finnick, the weight of his offer pressing against you like a stone in your chest.

You don’t notice her at first—the soft click of the door opening is easily drowned out by the sound of the coffee swirling in your mug. But then you hear the hurried footsteps, the rustle of fabric, and finally, the shrill voice of your Capitol escort cutting through the calm morning air.

“(Y/N), you need to see this,” she says, the panic in her voice making you roll your eyes. Another dramatic entrance, just like every other time. You don’t even bother to turn around, assuming she’s overreacting again.

You hum absently, stirring your coffee without a care, barely listening as she rambles on behind you. Something about the media, something about a report, but none of it makes sense when your mind’s still half-distracted by the events from last night.

Then she says it.

“It's about you and Finnick,” she adds, voice tight with unease.

Your hand freezes mid-stir, the spoon dangling in your mug. You blink, slowly processing the words. Finnick? You glance up at her, an eyebrow lifting. She’s holding a tablet, her fingers trembling slightly as she places it on the counter in front of you.

“What's this?” you ask, your tone more guarded now, irritation mixing with curiosity.

She doesn’t answer right away, just watches you as you slowly read the headline flashing across the screen.

"Capitol's Favorite Victors: Caught in a Late-Night Rendezvous?"

Your breath catches in your throat as you stare at the image—there’s no mistaking it. You and Finnick are on the screen, framed in your doorway. He’s leaning against the frame, his posture relaxed but his face close enough to yours that the distance between the two of you looks almost intimate. Your body stiffens as you take in the ridiculous caption:

“Late-Night Secrets Exposed: What Are Capitol's Golden Pair Hiding?”

The photo is grainy, but it’s clear enough. Too clear. The angle’s perfect. The way you’re standing there, just a breath away from him, your eyes locked on one another like you’re in the middle of some private conversation. Your stomach twists in a mix of anger and disbelief.

“How did this happen?” you mutter, your voice quieter than you intended, your eyes not leaving the screen.

Your escort’s expression is one of sheer panic. “It was posted just an hour ago. Someone must have—” She breaks off as you shake your head, disgust flooding your senses. Your stomach churns as you consider the implications of this image. The Capitol doesn’t just leak photos—they control them. This was no accident.

“Are you telling me they took this without my permission?” You finally look up at her, fury building. She hesitates, clearly not wanting to say it, but it’s written all over her face.

“I’m afraid so,” she whispers.

Your mind races. The deal. The photo. The Capitol’s manipulation. And then, with a sinking feeling, the realization dawns on you—this isn’t just about the Capitol getting their jollies off anymore. They’re controlling the narrative. You’re just another puppet in their show.

You clench your jaw, pushing the anger down to keep it from spilling over. “I don’t want this,” you mutter, but the words feel hollow. It’s already too late.

You can already hear the whispers starting. The rumors. The questions. And worse, the expectation that you'll play along. The Capitol will spin this however they want, and you’ll be forced to fit into whatever mold they decide.

And the worst part? You might have just handed them the perfect excuse to push that damn deal with Finnick even further.

You didn’t even think twice before rushing out of your apartment, your heart pounding in your chest as you stalked down the hall and to the elevator. Your mind’s racing—anger, confusion, frustration all mixing together in a storm that you can’t control. You knew it wouldn’t be long before you’d have to face this, but you didn’t expect it to be this soon. That damn article. That damn photo. You had enough of it.

As the elevator door dings open, you bolted out of it just as fast as you went in. You make a straight line towards Finnick’s apartment and without hesitation, you slam your fist against Finnick’s door. Once. Twice. Three times, before the sound of footsteps reaches you. You almost don’t want to hear it—don’t want to see him just yet, but before you can back away, the door swings open.

Finnick stands in the doorway, leaning against the frame with a lazy smile that immediately grates on your nerves. His eyes twinkle with that same charm that’s always been too much for you to handle.

“I knew you couldn’t resist me,” he says, the teasing lilt in his voice practically dripping off every word. His smirk is all confidence, and for a moment, you almost hate him for it.

You don’t have the patience to play along. You push past him into the apartment without another word, shoving his shoulder aside with a force that surprises even you. Finnick doesn’t flinch. He just chuckles, his eyes glinting with amusement.

“Careful, sweetheart. You’ll ruin that pretty face of yours if you’re not more careful,” he calls after you, still leaning casually in the doorway.

“I’m not here for your usual crap, Finnick,” you snap, spinning around to face him. Your voice is sharp, but it doesn't feel like enough—nothing could quite express the fury building inside you. "You think this is a joke?"

Finnick’s smirk fades for a split second, and the weight of your gaze causes him to straighten up, the playful atmosphere shifting. "What’s going on?" His voice is no longer teasing, and there’s a flicker of something else in his eyes now—something that feels more genuine than anything you’ve seen from him before.

Your hands ball into fists at your sides as you meet his gaze. “I think you know exactly what's going on.” you say, your tone icy, but your heart pounding in your ears. "The article, Finnick."

He doesn’t say anything at first, just stares at you with an unreadable expression. The air between you two feels charged now, thick with something you can’t name. Then, slowly, he steps forward.

“Come here,” he mutters, his voice lowering in that way that makes your skin prickle. He motions for you to come closer, and though every part of you wants to snap back at him, your body betrays you and you step forward, just enough for him to swipe the tablet off the counter.

Finnick places it gently in your hands, his fingers brushing against yours. The image on the screen is impossible to ignore—a picture of the two of you, so damn close, so unmistakably intimate, it’s as if the camera caught every fleeting second of your conversation. The headline blares across the screen, mocking you both.

“Capitol’s New Darling? Finnick Odair and (Y/N) (L/N) in Scandalous Close Encounter.”

You feel your breath catch in your throat. It’s worse than you thought. Worse than you could have imagined.

"Now you see why I'm here," you say softly, voice a little unsteady. “This isn’t just some stupid picture, Finnick. They’ll have us both playing their little game now. And you—” You stop yourself, shaking your head. “You made this happen.”

His jaw tightens, and for the first time, the confident, charming Finnick is nowhere to be found. His eyes darken, and something serious takes over. The air between you thickens even further as he takes a step toward you. You don’t flinch, but you feel the shift in the room, as if something monumental just happened.

“I didn’t want this,” he says, his voice raw, every bit of his usual bravado gone. He’s looking at you, not as the Capitol’s darling, not as someone to tease, but as someone who’s caught in the same web as you. "But now we're both stuck in it. So, we’re either doing this or let Snow take over—and I’m telling you, honey, you won’t like it.”

The words hang in the air between you like a thick fog, and for a moment, you can’t breathe. The certainty in Finnick’s voice is unsettling, almost too real for your liking. You blink, trying to clear the heavy weight of the situation from your mind, but it lingers, suffocating the thoughts you want to hold onto.

"You don’t think I know that?" you snap, but even you can hear the uncertainty in your own voice. You’re not as sure as you were before. This whole thing—this ridiculous mess—is spiraling into something worse than you could have imagined.

Finnick’s expression softens, but only slightly, his eyes searching yours for something you’re not sure of. There’s no teasing in them now, no mockery, just a quiet kind of resolve. He steps closer to you, and you hold your ground, despite the rush of heat that floods your body at his proximity.

“You’re not the only one who has something to lose here,” he says quietly, his voice steady but intense. "We both are. And I know you’re not one to sit back and let someone like Snow win, so…” He trails off, his gaze not leaving yours. “What’s it going to be?”

You stand there for a long moment, the weight of his words pressing down on you. The idea of letting Snow have his way is enough to make you shiver, but pretending this whole thing with Finnick is real—that might be worse. It feels like a game, and you’ve never been one to play by anyone else’s rules. But this is bigger than you, bigger than anything either of you has ever faced before.

“Why are you doing this?” The words slip out before you can stop them, your voice softer than you meant it to be. It’s a vulnerability you know you shouldn’t show, but standing here, in the middle of this madness with the weight of everything—everyone—hanging over you, you can’t help it.

The walls of the room feel like they’re closing in, suffocating you. Every breath feels too thick, too heavy. Snow’s shadow looms large in your mind, his cold eyes watching your every move. You still have family back home, people who depend on you, and the thought of them getting caught up in this mess because of some deal made in desperation gnaws at your gut.

You can’t let them be dragged into this. You can’t.

Finnick doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he stands there, just watching you, as if he’s calculating his next words, weighing them with more care than you expect. His eyes soften slightly, just enough for you to catch the faintest flicker of understanding in them. He exhales slowly, almost like he’s trying to find the right way to say it.

“We both know how Snow operates, right?” His voice is quieter now, more measured, and it catches you off guard. There’s no teasing, no mockery. Just raw sincerity.

You nod slowly, your brow furrowing as you meet his gaze. He’s right. You know how Snow works. He’ll take any weakness, any opening, and he’ll exploit it until there’s nothing left.

“When someone rises to the top, like I have…” Finnick continues, his gaze flickering briefly to the ground before meeting your eyes again, “they don’t just stop at admiration. Not from the Capitol. They want more. It’s not enough to watch from the sidelines. They need a piece of you. Every inch of you.”

You feel a chill spread through you at his words. You knew the Capitol was capable of consuming people—of making them something they weren’t—but hearing it so plainly from Finnick’s mouth makes it hit too close to home. Your mind races, but you force yourself to stay still, waiting for him to continue.

His expression hardens, his usual charm and humor gone, replaced with something sharper. More dangerous.

“And Snow knows this better than anyone. He knows what the Capitol wants, and when he sees someone like you—someone they’re willing to worship—it’s only a matter of time before he pushes you further.” Finnick’s voice drops, low and serious. “He’ll make you do things. Things he made me do.”

You step back, the words crashing into you like a wave, drowning out the space around you. You don’t speak for a moment, the weight of it all sinking in. Your mind flicks back to the Capitol’s endless reach, to the power Snow has over everything. You’re not naive. You know what he’s capable of. But hearing it from Finnick—seeing how deeply it affects him—makes the reality of it hit home.

You swallow hard, your throat dry. “So what, you’re telling me I have no choice? That I have to play along with whatever it is? You really think I’ll just go along with it, without a fight?”

Finnick steps closer, the space between you shrinking with every word. His eyes lock onto yours, no trace of humor left. “I’m not saying you have no choice, but think about it. You stay a step ahead, and maybe Snow doesn’t get to you. Maybe. But you’ll never get rid of him. Not really. The Capitol won’t let you go.”

A cold shiver runs down your spine. The idea of being constantly hunted, always under their thumb—it’s suffocating. You’ve been there before, living in that cage made of glittering lies and forced smiles, but this? This feels different. Finnick’s not just offering you an escape. He’s offering you a way to fight back. The only way he knows how.

You look at him, the weight of your decision pressing on your chest, but this time, you don’t look away. “So you think I should just... play along with you? Pretend like everything’s fine while they strip me of everything?”

He shakes his head, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his expression. “No. I’m not asking you to pretend. I’m asking you to survive. For you. For everyone you care about.” His voice is steady, almost pleading in its quiet sincerity.

You stand there for a long moment, the silence pressing down on you both, before you let out a slow breath, the tension in your body starting to loosen.

“Fine,” you mutter, the words tasting bitter on your tongue. "I’m in. But don’t think this means I trust you, Finnick."

A flicker of something—relief, maybe, or surprise—crosses his face, but it disappears as quickly as it came. Instead, a slow, sly smile creeps up the corners of his mouth, and for a brief moment, you almost forget why you’re here.

“You don’t have to trust me,” he says, his voice warm with a mixture of amusement and something else you can’t quite place. “But you’ll get used to me, sweetheart. I promise.”

Finnick’s gaze softens, and for the first time, you see something close to gratitude flash in his eyes. He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t need to. The deal is made.

#finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x you #the hunger games x reader

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airybcby · 4 months ago

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hey hey can i get paired too? my top artist is ive and my top song is ive's off the record, have a nice day! and thank you in advance♡

if your top artist was ive and your top song was off the record, i'd pair you with...

reo mikage

AND

nagi seishiro

જ⁀♡⊹｡° forbidden fruit

♡ a/n — for my spotify wrapped event! - masterlist -

♡ content — reo mikage x gn! reader, nagi seishiro x gn! reader, gn! reader, reader and them have been best friends since high school, set in future (nagi and reo still play together), in readers apartment, christmas time!!

♡ synopsis — you've always had feelings for reo mikage and nagi seishiro, but you can't...no you won't...ruin your friendship for your own greed.

Your apartment felt warmer than usual, though maybe it was because the three of you were crammed together on your couch, wrapped in an oversized blanket that barely managed to cover everyone’s legs.

The soft glow of the TV illuminated the living room as the opening credits of The Polar Express began to roll. The scent of freshly popped popcorn lingered in the air, mingling with the faint cinnamon aroma from the holiday candle you’d lit earlier.

Matching pajamas—red and green plaid for all of you—added to the festivity. It had been Reo’s idea, of course, to get a set for each of you. Nagi complained the whole time, muttering about how it was too much effort to change, but here he was, sitting on the other end of the couch, legs stretched out over yours and Reo’s.

Reo was beside you, a little too close for something platonic but not quite close enough to be anything more. He had his arm draped casually along the back of the couch, fingers brushing against your shoulder in a way that felt entirely intentional.

The quiet hum of the movie played in the background, but none of you were really paying attention.

“You should’ve seen their faces when Nagi scored that last goal,” you said, trying to break the tension that had been hanging in the air since they arrived. “The crowd went wild.”

Nagi smirked lazily, his head tilting against the cushion. “It was nothing. Just another game.”

“Yeah, nothing,” Reo scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You nearly tripped over your own feet trying to pull that off.”

“Still scored, didn’t I?” Nagi replied with a yawn, kicking Reo’s shin lightly.

Reo glared but didn’t move his legs from the tangle of limbs you all had going on. Instead, his hand slid down from the back of the couch to rest on your shoulder, his fingers brushing against your collarbone. It was subtle, but you noticed it immediately.

You shifted slightly, unsure if it was because you wanted to lean into the touch or escape it.

“They only went wild because Reo set it up perfectly,” you said, trying to steer the conversation back to neutral ground.

Reo’s lips quirked into a smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Finally, someone appreciates me.”

Nagi snorted. “they're just being polite.”

“Am not,” you said quickly, glancing between them. “You were both amazing.”

That earned a quiet “hmm” from Nagi and a softer look from Reo.

The movie played on, but the tension was almost suffocating now. Every movement, every glance felt loaded. Reo’s fingers lingered on your shoulder a little too long, while Nagi’s legs stayed draped over yours as if he’d forgotten how to move.

You loved nights like this—being with them, laughing, teasing—but the more time passed, the harder it was to ignore the undercurrent running between you all.

Reo shifted closer, his hand sliding from your shoulder to rest lightly on your arm. “You’re quiet,” he said softly, his voice low enough that Nagi didn’t seem to catch it.

“I’m just tired,” you murmured.

“Tired from cheering for us so loudly?” Nagi teased, his golden eyes flicking to you with that mischievous gleam.

You laughed, but it sounded more nervous than you’d intended. “Exactly.”

Reo’s thumb traced a small circle against your skin, almost absentmindedly, and your heart raced in response.

And then Nagi shifted, his legs slipping from yours as he leaned forward to grab a handful of popcorn. He didn’t say anything, but the way his gaze lingered on you for just a second too long made you swallow hard.

They weren’t subtle. Neither of them was.

But neither were you, were you?

Because you didn’t pull away from Reo’s touch, and you didn’t stop the way your gaze flickered to Nagi, wondering if he noticed—or if he cared.

The truth was simple but impossible to say out loud: you wanted them both. You didn’t want to choose. You couldn’t.

The movie’s cheerful music and warm holiday theme contrasted painfully with the knot in your chest. You glanced at Reo, then at Nagi, and then back at the screen, wondering how much longer you could pretend this was just a normal movie night.

But for now, no one said anything.

Reo’s hand stayed on your arm. Nagi’s leg brushed yours again as he shifted back into place.

And you all sat there, tangled together in a way that felt like it could either fall apart or come together entirely, depending on who had the courage to say something first.

my nagireo x reader agenda WILL rise

i hope you liked it!

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islandofsages · 1 year ago

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HEYY!! I love your writing from what i've read and i was wondering if i could ask for a gn reader (yuu) teaching the housewardens about like classic fandom lore- like imagine them turning into matpat to explain fnaf and undertale!! 😭😭 feel free to not do this and have a good day!! Thanks :D

characters: housewardens x gn!yuu

tags: platonic, fluff, crack kinda, imagines format

warnings: swearing

author's notes: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG also all the fandoms mentioned here are all fandoms ive been in at some point :D fun times mhm

Riddle Rosehearts

He knows you’re very passionate about fandom culture but you never really had the chance to infodump about it to him

Until one day, you drop by Heartslabyul for a leisurely visit, when you see a not-so-clearly distressed Riddle sitting in the lounge

Not-so-clearly meaning he’s holding a teacup in his hand yet not drinking it, eyes closed as if he’s holding in all his emotions

You grow worried at this sight and slide next to him on the couch where he is seated, hoping you can help alleviate some of that stress

He sees you and he allows himself a sigh, then musters up a smile for you. He greets you and you cut straight to the point - can you help him with anything?

He releases a second sigh and shakes his head, telling you he only needs some sort of distraction. He just had a long day and needs to take his mind off things

You take a second to think of things that you can distract him with – that’s when a lightbulb goes off in your head. This is a prime opportunity for you

“Okay, I’m guessing you haven’t heard of Five Nights at Freddy’s since it’s a franchise from my world and all but the lore is crazy. So it starts like this…”

He wasn’t expecting to be paying much attention to the contents of what you’re saying but sooner or later, he ends up leaning towards you with his hand cupping his chin, mouth slightly agape at the story you’re telling

This inspires you to dump even more information about the media somehow at the rate that you’re going

By the end of it, he’s completely forgotten what he was so worried about. His head is full of creepy pizzerias for kids and haunted animatronics

He ends up having some trouble sleeping that night though. He’ll get you for that later.

Leona Kingscholar

He won’t lie, your interest in fandoms is too reminiscent of Idia for him – he doesn’t admit this to you obviously, since he hasn’t had the chance to

But on one particularly boring day, you decide to skip class with him and he lets you tag along for the hell of it

In the span of three seconds, he’s already off in dreamland. Sometimes you wish you had such a skill

Since you have nothing better to do and he’s way too deep in his sleep to even care anyway, you start rambling to yourself and a slumbering Leona

“Well, I’ve been thinking a lot about Undertale lately so I need to dump it all somewhere. So basically you play as this kid…”

Little do you know halfway through his nap, he wakes up from how much you’re talking. At first, he’s annoyed by your yapping but then he grows interest in what you’re saying

He’s almost tempted to try that game for himself and almost disappointed that it’s not available in Twisted Wonderland. Emphasis on almost.

When you’re done rambling, that’s when he stretches his arms over his head and yawn, commenting how noisy you were

You shrug it off. You're used to him complaining about you yapping instead of napping alongside him

…But then he asks you to tell him more about Undertale, if there's any more information you’re keeping from him out of the kindness of your heart

You smile smugly at this and his expression seems to say “don't make me regret asking” but oh, you definitely will make him regret even being friends with you in the first place

Needless to say, regrets were not the only thing he held at the end of that day.

Azul Ashengrotto

Similar to Leona, your fixation on fandom culture reminds him too much of Idia. not that that’s necessarily a bad thing - it’s more of an observation

And he gets more than an observation when you get the chance to show him what you’re made of: useless fandom culture and gaming knowledge

Speaking of Idia, he goes to you as a last resort to ask you to help him understand whatever the hell Idia’s talking about

You don’t know too much about Twisted Wonderland’s fandom culture just yet but when Azul explains the premise of a certain game and its fandom, it gives you an idea

“Sounds pretty similar to Yandere Simulator. Ooh, that one has a lot of history. Let me tell you about it…”

Unfortunately for him, he ended up unlocking your geekiness instead of having you address the things he was confused with

But at least your story makes it a bit easier to understand? He’s yet to decide that really but at least it sounds like you’re taking his lack of slang knowledge into consideration

Your infodump really gripped his attention though - it’s interesting to know another side of human culture, even if it’s not the humans of Twisted Wonderland

He would nod understandingly (or at least, politely) and thank you and your geekiness

He relays your story to Idia and finds it intriguing how similar fandom culture is in both Twisted Wonderland and your world

He would invite you to Board Game Club meetings so that you can rave and find out more about Twisted Wonderland’s fandom culture with Idia

He’d realize that was a big mistake and he may or may not have created the nerdiest pair in the world - but you guys are his nerdiest pair in the world.

Kalim Al-Asim

He’s very curious about fandom culture - he doesn’t know too much about it nor anyone who knows a lot about it so almost all the fandom information in his head are from you

He really wants to know more!!! So of course that warrants a hangout session fabricated as a study session to get Jamil’s stamp of approval

So there you are in his room, books laid out in front of the two of you but most importantly, a laptop

You two watch about a dozen videos on Twisted Wonderland’s fandom culture and as you absorb all the very-much-useful information, you sneak in tidbits from the culture of your world

“This one in particular is reminiscent of Danganronpa. Man, that one was a wild ride…”

It’s exciting to be able to talk about it with someone you trust wholeheartedly, especially Kalim, whom you know wouldn’t be so judging

He only nods in understanding at every point you made, his eyes sparkling with all the curiosity in his body

You were on your thirteenth video when you two are interrupted by a rap on the door and an unfortunately-familiar voice

So obviously you and your bestie hurriedly rush to close all the tabs on your laptop and open up something more academically-inclined

Which is obviously a…dictionary site

Jamil blinks twice at this, says nothing (but probably noting how it makes sense for you guys since you two are bumbling idiots) and walks away

If there’s any dictionary being read that day, it’d be a dictionary of fandom terminology, that’s for sure.

Vil Schoenheit

He doesn’t know too much about it - and doesn’t bother to learn much about it since he has better things to do - but since it’s you, he tries his best to be a good listener

The two of you sit down in the courtyard one day, the chirping of birds and rustling of leaves music to your ears; beauty truly is everywhere around you when you’re next to him

He’s talking about something. You’re not sure what because you’re entranced by the way his hair hangs above his eyes so elegantly. He notices this and calls you out for it

You shrug and excuse how you can’t help it - he’s like a dating simulator love interest in the real. He asks you what you mean by this. Now’s your chance to shine!

“Hmm, you know, something like Mystic Messenger? Hehe, let me tell you a bit about it…”

Unluckily for him, your “a bit” turns out to be a four-hour long ramble about the aforementioned dating simulator a little too reminiscent of Rook for his liking too

Despite his reservations, he really did enjoy hearing you talk so passionately about your interest; it’s a bonus that the topic itself is interesting

He tells you he wouldn’t mind trying out the game or at least finding out more about it though unfortunately it’s not available in Twisted Wonderland

You share his shame - until he says he’ll pitch the concept of the game to some authorities he know and perhaps make it a reality

Sorry, he’s going to what now?

You’re a little shaken. Sometimes you forget he’s a world-class model, despite his looks and mannerisms. You save your nerves for if a Twisted Wonderland version of Mystic Messenger actually ends up happening

He thanks you for enlightening him about fandom and video gaming culture. You use this as a cue to add another four hours of ranting about V’s route in the game.

Idia Shroud

You’re another victim for him to taint… or so he thought. You’re more of an ally than a victim at this point, considering how nerdy you are

He’d dump fandom lore on you and you’d reciprocate it right back. He’s genuinely so impressed with your knowledge, even if they differ by some degree due to being from different worlds

He gets more impressed when you pull up with knowledge about Twisted Wonderland’s fandom culture like damn, you really brushed up on your talking points already

Friendly rivalry aside, he really does enjoy talking about fandom culture with you and hearing about the things from your world - every story you tell adds a little color into his world

One day, the two of you are leaning on each other, on your phones because of course you are, even if you two are friends, talking still isn’t Idia’s strong suit

That’s when you blurt it out–

“Hey, wanna hear about this game called Persona? It’s a turn-based RPG and…”

Regardless of his response to your question, you ended up babbling away either way. It’s how conversations start between the two of you

You’re speaking so fast, he would have mistaken you for a rapper - or a doppelganger of himself even

Consider him entertained - he finds himself smiling by the end of your yapping and intrigued by your story

He then obviously starts to relate it to something from Twisted Wonderland, passing the listener baton to you

You don’t mind – you can stay there for hours and hours, just going back and forth with your fellow nerdy-ass friend.

Malleus Draconia

This man barely knows how to use a smartphone so you had to be a little patient with him when guiding him through the fandom culture trenches

He’s happy that you trust and cherish him enough to talk about your interests with no reservations or shame – and the feeling is mutual

On a certain weekend, the two of you are hanging out as usual. Chatting as friends would do

You don’t know why but the conversation reminded you of a certain fandom

“It’s kinda like Genshin’s community, I guess. They’re a riot, let me tell you that.”

Oh? What’s a Genshin and why is its community a riot?

You’re glad he asked – because you’ve prepared a 100-slide presentation on the history of the game and its fans

He asks you why and how did you find the time to make that. You tell him to shut up and that it doesn’t matter, he just needs to listen to you

You start and it feels like you’ll never stop – there’s just so much to say and Malleus has so much time in the world

Seeing his reactions to certain events makes you crack up and at times, you��d laugh at his shocked expressions (or sigh exhaustively, depending on the event you’re explaining)

When you finally stop, he gives you a one-man standing ovation. You blush a little at the attention and unexpected reaction but you appreciate his sentiment nonetheless. He tells you that your presentation has been very informative for him

You’re relieved to have been able to get that off your chest… and Malleus is more than ecstatic to relay the information to everyone he’s ever known. You obviously pretend that you had no involvement in his sudden investment of a game from another world.

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