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nonotnolan · 6 months ago

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Jock Cock, Part 3

Many thanks to my photo source for agreeing to appear in this work! Check out Part 1 here. Check out Part 2 here.

"Sir, did you have an appointment?" Inwardly, I flinched. Externally, I needed to act like I belonged here. A little bit of bravado will go a long way, after all. I turned to face the student worker sitting at the desk I had waltzed past.

"Mike is expecting me," I said, gesturing vaguely behind me. That was a bold-faced lie, but I had at least confirmed that his Outlook calendar was open, and Teams showed him online when I left my office. It also listed him as a level two Admissions worker, so I think that meant he had his own office? I don't know how he could have arranged all of those body swaps without some sort of privacy.

Sure enough, I found him in the middle of a row of offices that were all pretty much identical. "Well, look at you. You managed to get an office with an exterior wall and everything. I'm a bit jealous. I'm here to talk about... well, us. I hope this isn't a bad time." I had gotten a rough idea of what he looked like from his company profile picture, but he was even more handsome in person.

"Kevin?" He hopped to his feet and quickly shut the door behind me. "I never wanted you to... how did you even find me? There are over 100 Michaels employed here, let alone the student population."

I smiled at him. It felt good having the upper hand, for once. "True, which is why I needed to approach this from an entirely different angle. It occurred to me that if you never told Adam about our meeting, I could use his test score to scare him into talking."

He glared at me. "Final grades were submitted weeks ago. You had no leverage over him."

"You know that. I know that. But Adam had no idea. I told him that I wouldn't pursue any sort of punishment as long as he gave me a name, and... well, here we are."

Mike let out a long, frustrated sigh. "I suppose you think that you're so damn clever."

I couldn't help but laugh. "Think it? I know it."

"Well then, Mr. Clever, how did you think this would play out? I told you, I'm only looking for hookups. Hookups that happen in bodies that are way more muscular than this one. Was I supposed to change my mind? You do a little bit of detective work, and suddenly I'm going to be yours forever?"

Out of all of the ways this scene had played out in my mind, righteous fury was definitely not one I had considered. "What? No, no, hang on. Mike, please. I'm not expecting you to be mine forever. One, the whole point of dating is just to see if we're even compatible, but more to the point... what's the point in swapping bodies if you can't have sex with multiple others? You have a gift, somehow, and I would have to be the biggest asshole to make you deny that part of yourself!" Mike started to relax his shoulders, and I took that as a sign to keep pressing.

"I'm not one of those guys who insists on monogamy. The open relationship is fine, I just… I want more than hookups. I want to come home after a rough day and know that you'll be there, waiting for me. Or at least your body. Can we… can we at least try?"

Mike just stared at me, with a stern and angry face that was weakened by his watery eyes. "I need you to understand I'm not happy with you right now. You completely ignored my thoughts and feelings because you decided that you knew better. And the only reason that I'm not telling you to get the fuck out is that my heart admits you may have a point. And as much as I want to be angry at how you violated my privacy… I was doing the same thing to your feelings when all I wanted to do was hook up."

He looked so sad that I wanted to reach out and give him a hug, but I had a feeling that if I tried, it would read as me dismissing his emotions as invalid hysterics. And that was the last thing I wanted to. I slipped my hands in my pockets, and stared at a point in the floor. "Well… then where do we go from here?"

He looked up at me, arms crossed defensively. "Let's do it this way. 7:00, the Starbucks on the edge of campus. If I show up, we'll try it your way. If I don't show up, we both agree to stop trying to pursue each other. Relationships, hookups, any of it."

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I sat there, fidgeting with the empty coffee cup in my hand as my eyes scanned the slow stream of passerby for any sign of Mike. I'd arrived at 6:45 because of who I am as a person, but at some point I was going to have to admit the possibility that he had chosen not to be here. I glanced down at my phone. 7:12. At least the shop was busy enough that none of the baristas were paying attention to him. The only thing worse than being stood up was having witnesses.

Once the clock hit 7:15, I tossed the cup in the trash and headed out the door. It stung a bit. A lot a bit, actually. 80s movies had sorely misrepresented how easy it was to get into a relationship by being your authentic self. But if he truly wasn't interested, that was his choice to make. Showing up at his apartment with a boombox wasn't going to change anything.

"And just where do you think you're going, Kevin?"

I looked up to see a shirtless man with massive shoulders staring at me from the parking lot. "How do you… Mike, is that you in there?" He just smiled in response. "Mike, what the hell! Have you been standing here the whole time? I thought you stood me up!"

He shrugged. "Well, I considered going in there to join you, but… this felt like a good way to pay you back for your little stunt earlier today. I don't want you thinking that you'll always have the upper hand. And anyway, there's only the one door. It's not like I was going to lose track of you. Now get over here," he said as he pulled me into a bear hug.

I wanted to be angry, but it was hard to stay mad as I felt the warmth of his body against my chest, the smell of sweat and tobacco assaulting my nose from his current body. "Why do I get the feeling that one of our love languages is going to be pressing the other person's buttons?"

He looked up into my eyes and tousled my hair. "You're the one who wanted a relationship. You'll have to date all of me, not just the parts of me that fit your daydream." He was right, of course. Whether that was a promise or a threat, I could not say. But I was excited for the two of us to find out. Together.

#male body swap #gay body swap #after the swap #nerd to jock #muscle jock #male body magic #queer romance #gay male story #jock cock

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greenwitchfromthewoods · 3 months ago

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Hi Aneta! May I request something with Joel Miller with either "I can't live without you" or "the only way i know how to describe what i feel around you is home. i feel at home." (or both hehe) thank you!!

Hello, sweetie. I hope my scribbles bring you some joy. Thank you. ❤️ i'm sorry for all mistakes

warnings : a few bad words, a mention of sex, a little angst but fluff at the end

prompts list here

Tears welled up in your eyes, your throat constricted so much that you couldn't swallow, but you stared at him stubbornly. The air was heavy. All the words spoken, mostly by you, circulated somewhere between the two of you.

A spark was enough to ignite the powder keg you and Joel were sitting on. Now you just had to decide how hurt you should come out of this confrontation.

"I can't give you what you want..." Joel spoke up, not even looking at you, just somewhere nearby, clearly overwhelmed by all this "I can't give you what you really deserve."

"Bullshit!" you hissed "You're talking nonsense, Miller."

"I'm too old for this, and you..."

"Oh, here we go again." you shook your head, smiling as if you knew exactly what he would say "Joel, people in Jackson don't give a damn about how old you are, or me, or what we do and who we do it with. Don't bring up that argument, because it's lame."

"You don't understand..."

You took a deep breath, because you knew that this man was slowly pulling you to a place where you could explode. You had known each other for a long time and had been through a lot, but when it came to talking about what was between you, that's when the problem arose.

Joel was distant, he didn't like talking about emotions and feelings. You respected that, because that's just how he was. You didn't want to change him. However, when you showed up in Jackson and your life was finally a little more stable - everything changed.

You didn't have to fight for survival every day anymore, and threats didn't lurk around every corner. You both became closer, just like that. And then, on that stormy night, you found yourself in his bed.

You had the impression that you had both been waiting for this for a really long time. The closeness of your bodies, his cock buried so deep inside you that you knew you would still feel it a few days later, your lips thirsting for each other...

And then Joel took a step back again, and your head was a fucking mess. You didn't know what you had done wrong, what could have made him pull away from you again. It was driving you frustrated.

"I never expected anything from you, Joel." you started, trying to keep your voice calm even though your heart was beating hard in your chest. "But I care about you and you're important to me. More than anyone else. I can't live without you, Joel. And it's driving me crazy that I don't know what's between us."

"We're friends..." he mumbled quietly, resting his hands on his hips and still avoiding your gaze, too afraid that when he looked at you he wouldn't be able to give you up.

"Friends don't fuck three times in one night."

Shit! He had that night in his mind again. Your body was so wonderfully soft and warm, your quiet moans filled his head. Just the memory made him feel like his body remembered the pleasure of being inside you perfectly. You were his death.

But you no longer had the strength for it. Emotional exhaustion took over you and your desire to explain what had happened between you.

"Fuck it." You mumbled, shrugging, "I'm tired, Joel."

He gave you a quick look. All the will to fight had fled from you, you seemed so small and weak. Powerless.

"I'll talk to Tommy tomorrow. I'll ask him to find me another apartment. I don't want to bother you any longer." you added in a quiet voice, and Joel was sure that his heart had stopped "I think it's best for us. I don't want you to feel trapped by me or anything... I can't pretend that it didn't mean anything to me... I'm sorry that I got you into this."

You wanted to leave this place as soon as possible. You wanted to close the door behind you and let the night hide your tears that wanted to leave your eyes so badly. Joel's presence and his silence only hurt you more.

"Don't do this. Don't leave."

His voice stopped you right by the door. It was so quiet that you thought that you imagined it yourself. But then you heard his voice again, this time clearer.

"Don't leave me, because I don't know how I'll survive this. You're everything. You always were, and you always will be."

You squeezed your eyelids shut, letting a few tears flow down your cheeks. The movement behind you meant that Joel had come closer to you, but he didn't have the courage to touch you. He was standing close, though, you could feel it.

"I'm afraid of losing you, of letting you down. When you're close to someone, it hurts even more."

"You don't want to lose me, but you're doing everything you can to make it happen, Joel." You spoke quietly.

"I don't deserve you, baby, I know that. The only way I know how to describe what I feel around you is home. I feel at home. I'm sorry I let you down like this..."

You turned slowly to face him. Brown, soft eyes stared at you with such intensity and hope that you felt like they were looking straight into your soul. You hesitantly touched his cheek, Joel closed his eyelids as if your touch was a relief to his aching body.

"You've never let me down." You whispered. "I just want to know that we're in this together. I don't expect big words, I want you."

"And you have me. God knows you've had me for a long time, babe... I was just scared as hell that you wouldn't want me."

"The only thing I don't want is to hear such bullshit." You replied, and Joel's lips curved into a small smile.

He leaned down and brushed his lips against your forehead, strong arms wrapped around your waist and you snuggled into Joel's chest.

His scent, his warmth, it was your home. The best you've ever had, the only one you've ever known.

And you were his.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #the last of us #pedro pascal #joel miller x f!reader

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jez-bez · 5 months ago

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Another unpopular opinion: Korn does not want to sleep with Fasai

Korn is a lot of things, but a cheater he is not.

In a fit of 'Jez analyses things because she sees things differently' here's my take on the KornFasai situation.

It's starts with Korn arriving at this place, entering the room where the director (his uncle? I think?) is waiting for him with Fasai sitting there too, sipping from her wine, wiggling her toes, all in what i feel is like expectance.

First of all, what is she even doing there? Who is she? Why is she important?

Korn, as shown above, is hella nervous. His whole demeanour is off, tapping his fingers, waiting, waiting, waiting. And then his uncle tells him off immediately, saying 'first day on the job and you've already tanked the shares'

The shot changes to show Fasai, and lemme tell you smth, I can recognize a bitch when I see one. (sorry not sorry, she just screams main character syndrome to me) She doesn't do anything but swirl her wine a little, sizing Korn up. She's putting him on the spot, is what's she's doing. Keeping him there, locked in her gaze. Korn cannot hide.

The conversation goes on to discuss what Korn can do to fix shit, and Fasai only takes her eyes off of Korn for just a second when the uncle says 'i know what to do about the issue'

but then after, her gaze is right back on Korn, intimidating, nailing him to the chair he's sitting on. Now lemme tell you, it could ofc be something they're into. Fasai being in control and Korn being her puppet, but I don't think that's the case.

"You have a lot to learn, Korn."

The whole conversation is clearly a means to get under Korn's skin. Sure, they make it seem like they want to help him, but body language tells me they're attempting to knead him into submission.

"You've got a lot to learn, Korn."

And then Uncle looks straight over to Fasai with the dirtiest smirk known to mankind. That, to me, speaks VOLUMES.

And the way Fasai is still looking at Korn makes me think that she never took her eyes off of him. Swirling her wine, sizing him up. She's ready. She's waiting for the right moment to strike.

And Korn, poor baby Korn, is so uncomfortable. Eyes twitching, not knowing where to look, taking a sip from his wine because he just doesn't know what to do. With this new position, he's been thrown into a pit full of starving lions.

Drinking the wine as liquid courage. In later eps we see Korn absolutely abusing alcohol to forget what happened. Why would he do so if he enjoys sleeping with Fasai?

The scene then changes to Korn and Fasai alone, she has two wine glasses, one for her one for Korn. Saying that 'Korn doesn't need to worry anymore.' She's looking down at him. You can play this off of 'yes, but Korn is seated and she's still standing' and you'd be correct!

But this series is at this point, (we're already at ep4 im just slow in making posts lmao sorry) at this point we know how 4minutes uses camera angles to tell a story. Fasai is looking down at him.

"Fah, do you know how your father took care of that shareholder?"

She knows, even if she says she doesn't. That smile says it all.

"If there's any other problems, you can call me."

Aka I'll take care of it for you, because Fasai has power. Korn's face is so uncomfortable right now. This scene shows they've known each other for very long, but that doesn't mean he likes her.

More symbolism. She's towering over him. She's the boss.

Must I say it again? Power. Authority. Expectance.

Walking over and sitting down onto the bed wordlessly, demanding Korn to understand.

When she reveals her naked legs, Korn looks over and knows what time it is.

He then turns away with this look on his face that I can only describe as 'I don't want to.' but knowing he has no choice.

More liquid courage.

Korn strips bare naked all in front of the watchful gaze of Fasai.

Vulnerable. That's what he is right now. Completely at Fasai's mercy. (tho, goddamn Bas, your ass please.)

Korn's face when Fasai touches him. The camera position here is important too. It's just above him, pointed and tilted down, so that we too, are looking down at him.

And can we just quickly jump back to his face when he was with Ton Kla? Because the difference is HUGE.

That's a smile on his face right there after Ton Kla patted his crotch.

The differences, y'all. I'm telling you.

Woman, a beautiful man is about to go down on you, please pay him some respect and look at him.

But also! Camera angles! We're looking up to her. Again, she's the boss.

During the whole 10 seconds that we are to assume Korn is going down on her, she camera is only trained on her. From below. We're looking up at her.

This, to me, is more of a business transaction than a 'hey we like each other, we hook up' kind of thing.

Is it cheating? I mean, Korn does sleep with her (i assume) and I would consider going down on someone absolutely cheating, but I don't think he wants to.

He has to, whether he wants it or not. This is his life.

#4 minutes the series #4 minutes #kornfasai #tonkla #korntonkla #meta #4minutes ep2

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xoxoavenger · 9 months ago

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Hey! Since you’re taking requests, can I request a sort of part two (not necessarily it could jsut be a stand alone) to Days of Future Past where what if younger Charles had a wife in the 70s where reader decides to break it off with Charlie’s casue the love she had for him begun to slowly dwindle because of all the events that happened in the last fic. And while she does care for him as the father of her son and fully expects him to still be in his sons life, she can’t be with him anymore since it’s to much

Broken

pairing: Charles Xavier x Fem!Reader

word count: 739

warnings: angst, no comfort

notes: Days Of Future Past was posted a year ago for my birthday celebration, so it's only fitting that I post the long awaited part 2 for another birthday celebration 🥰

Days Of Future Past (part 1)

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The thing about change is that it doesn't happen overnight.

When Logan went back to his own time, Y/N never expected Charles to go back to normal immediately. She knew it would be an uphill battle. But she was pregnant and tired of waiting.

"You're joking." Charles says. They're in his study, Y/N standing even though she is due in a week. They haven't had any conversations that aren't about their son since Logan came, and they need to have this conversation before there's a baby taking up all their time. When she brought up her decision, he didn't seem to like it.

"I know you're on cocaine." She says point blank. She's known for awhile, but it's finally time to force him to get his shit together.

"If you're going to leave me, you might as well go before our son comes." He doesn't think she'll actually do it. He goes back to his work, sitting behind his desk as if she'll huff and walk out. But His words just make her more sure in her decision. She takes a deep breath and looks over at him.

"Charles. I am leaving you. We're not arguing about that right now. What we're talking about is if you're going to be in our son's life or not." She can tell this makes Charles mad, but she has to think of herself and her son. She can't stay with Charles, not when he continuously puts her through tough times. She doesn't know how she's even gotten through this pregnancy when all he's done is get high or drunk and act like she wasn't pregnant for six months.

"What the fuck?" Charles blinks, looking up slowly. "You can't just leave as we're about to have a kid!" His argument infuriates her.

"I'm not in love with you anymore!" She screams, the room going completely quiet. They stare at each other, both hurting.

"What does that mean?" He whispers, and she almost wants to take it back. She can't though, because it's the truth.

"I'll always love you, Charles." She tells him, walking closer slowly. "But after what you put me through, I'm not in love with you."

"I need you." He tells her, reaching out when she gets close enough and grabbing her hand. "I can't get through life without you."

"I'll be here." She assures, moving his hand to her protruding stomach. "There will be a piece of us in this world soon, and I would go through everything again for him. But you and I cannot work together. At least not now." Tears begin to fall from Charles' eyes.

"I can quit." He mutters, and she nods.

"I know you can. And you're going to for our son." She moves to sit on his desk. He puts his head against her stomach, tears soaking her shirt.

"I need you." He repeats, and she just shakes her head.

"Our son needs you." She cards her hands through his hair. "Maybe in another time, we can be together, but you've put me through too much."

"I'm sorry." He finally whispers, and she nods, trying not to cry. "I love you so much."

"I know you do." She tells him. A part of her feels bad. She knows he's trying. But it's too little too late, and she can't sacrifice any more of herself.

"I can change." He promises.

"Charles," She pulls away from him, looking down. "I know you can change. But I can't wait for it. I can't keep giving up pieces of myself to fix you." She feels the need to kiss him, for the comfort and the repetitiveness. But it'll only hurt worse.

"I don't need to be fixed. I just need time." He begs, and it's the same thing Y/N has heard over and over.

"I don't have time to give you." She tells him truthfully, moving away from him now. "Our baby will be brilliant. He will have two loving parents. But they will not be together. For their sake and his."

"Y/N," He starts, but he doesn't have anything left to say. He has nothing left to beg with.

"I love and care for you." She whispers. "But I am not in love with you. You have taken things from me that you cannot give back. Broken things you can't repair. And I can't forgive you for that."

She walks out without looking back, going to move her stuff out of their room.

tags: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 @one-sweet-gubler @thefandomplace @mcueveryday @icequeen1371 @kenzi-woycehoski @multifandom-boss-bitch

#charles xavier x reader #young charles xavier #young charles xavier x reader #x men x reader

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butterflyslinky · 4 months ago

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Since AO3 is down, I'm going to continue on from this post here.

Buck spends the next several hours sitting in the hospital by Tommy's bedside. Eddie brings him coffee. Maddie forces him to eat. Eventually, the nurses kick him out because he isn't family and visiting hours are over.

(Fuck that, Buck thinks. I'm his family, we all are, he doesn't have anyone else.)

Bobby catches him in the lobby. He's staying with Athena (she's fine, just in for observation) and promises to keep an eye on Tommy as much as he can and to call Buck if anything changes.

Buck lets Maddie drive him home, because he's tired to the point of being a liability. He almost asks her to drive him somewhere else, but it's too late. It will have to wait until morning.

Maddie stays with him. Gets him to shower and go to bed, even if he barely sleeps. Stays on his couch; she probably sleeps a little, but both their phones are turned up to full volume.

The call comes at about eight, just as Buck was maybe starting to actually get some REM in.

"He's awake," Bobby says. "He's asking for you."

Buck is out of bed at once, no longer caring he hasn't slept or shaved and probably looks like death warmed over. "I'll be there in an hour," he says. "I need to run an errand first."

"What errand?" Bobby asks. Buck explains. "Okay," Bobby says. "Visiting hours don't start until then anyway."

He wakes Maddie up and asks her to drive. He probably shouldn't still. She agrees as long as he buys her breakfast. They end up in a really crappy diner that's more convenient than desirable. Buck watches the clock, waiting for it to tick over to nine o'clock.

As soon as it does, he pays the bill and leaves. Goes to the shop next door and makes his purchase.

He gets back to the hospital at 9:30. Bobby meets him in the lobby again.

"He's doing well," he says. "The doctors expect him to make a full recovery." He claps Buck on the shoulder. "Good luck, kid." He turns and offers to take Maddie home so she can get some proper sleep; Athena's been discharged so they'll be going soon anyway. Maddie agrees.

Buck goes back into the room alone. Tommy is dozing when Buck sits down, but wakes up when Buck takes his hand.

"Hey, babe," Buck says.

"Evan," Tommy says. His voice is quiet, but the word is kind. "Missed you."

"I missed you too." Buck squeezes his hand. "I know we haven't been dating very long, but...last night, they said I'm not your family and made me leave. But we are family, and I don't want that to happen again because we're both in here a lot, and so...so I wanna fix that." He reaches into his pocket and produces a ringbox. "Tommy Kinard, will you marry me?"

Tommy's face breaks into a wide smile. "Yeah," he said. "Soon as I'm out of here."

Evan laughs and slides the ring on his finger.

#911 #bucktommy #fanfic

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soccer-love · 1 year ago

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Trouble maker

Magdalena Eriksson/Pernille Harder/Fc Bayern women x reader

"Hello, sis." Magda greets me as I walk out of the airport, she pulls me into her arms and gives me a tight hug.

"Hey." I say and let myself rest in her arms for a few seconds.

"How was your flight?" she asks as she grabs my suitcase.

"Oh wonderful, never had a better time then when I got send away by my own mom." I answer and Magda sighs.

"You know that it is for your best, now come on, Pernille is waiting over there with our car."

We walk around the parking lot and I spot Pernille leaning against a silver car, she waves at us and also pulls me into a hug as soon as I am near her.

We drive to their apartment and I bring my stuff into the guest room, I stayed her many times, when I visited my big sister Magda, but never for so long.

I unpack my stuff, call our mom to tell her that I am fine and eat dinner with them before going back into my room.

After some time I hear a knock on the door, I expect it to be Magda but it's actually Pernille.

"Hey, can I come in?" she asks and I nod.

"It's your apartment." I say and pull my legs up to my chest so she can sit on the bed too.

"How do you feel?" she sits down next to me.

"Thrown out." I say, referring to my situation with mom.

"I know love and I also know that everyone told you that it is for your best, but it's true. You should give it all a chance." she says softly.

I stare at the wall where, someone - Magda? - hung up a few pictures of our family, me, our parents, her and Magda.

"When did mom tell you about what happened?"

"The same day, she called Magda and told her about what happened. I was out with some friends but she told me about it when I came home, you know we've been together for a really long time now and I can tell when something scares her and she really was. She knew that you would probably also won't have a good summer since most of the guys live in your neighborhood. So we offered your mom that you could stay with us." she explains.

Mom never explained it to me like that, at the last week of school she just told me that I will be staying with my big sister for the summer.

"And I like having you here." Pernille adds and I look at her.

I've known her since she got together with Magda, at first I was a little curious about them, not because I didn't like it that they where gay, hell no that was super okay with me, but because I loved my big sister to pieces and I was scared that a relationship would break our bond.

But Pernille was so sweet with me and never tried to get in between us so quickly it felt like she was also my big sister.

"I'm coming with you two, to your training right?" I ask and she nods.

"Yes, but don't worry we're not gonna drag you everywhere with us and we wanna make some day trips with you, but don't tell your sister I said that." she says and stands up.

"I won't tell anything." I promise and she smiles at me.

"Great, good night."

"Good night"

She leaves my room and I change into my pj's before laying down in bed, I read a couple of pages but then decide to call it a night and sleep.

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"You can sit there." Magda points to a couple of benches where she also drops off her stuff. She explained to me that the first part of training they have todays is based of on there positions.

So while Pernille goes to her own training, I follow my big sister around like a lost puppy.

I notice that some of the players are looking at us, but they're to far away from us so that they could ask me who I am.

As Magda walks over to them, I pull my book out of my pocket and start reading.

A couple of times I took a break to watch them play but not for long.

"Uh what a surprise that Magda didn't put you on a leash." I hear Pernilles voice and look up, she and a couple of other players, the midfielders I suppose, are walking towards me.

This morning when we left their apartment, Magda said that incase I tried to run away during their training she would send Georgia to tickle me down.

I know that she was only joking but I also knew that she wouldn't be amused if I just went off without telling her.

"I think she realized that I am not a dog or a toddler." I answer and close my book.

Some of the other players are looking at us and then at each other but Pernille also notices it.

"I am sorry for my girlfriends bad manners, this is Y/N, Magdas little sister, she is staying with us for the summer." Pernille introduces me and some of them wave at me.

Most of the defenders Magda trained with also came over and hear Pernilles last words.

"Uhh, you sure can tell us some good stories about your sister." a women says and sits down next to me, her accent also sounds kind Scandinavian but she is defiantly not form Sweden, I would have known her from the national team.

"No she cant Glodis." Magda says to her, shaking her head.

"There are defiantly some, if you tell me I promise I protect her from you." Glodis whispers to me, but loud enough so everyone else can hear it too.

"Yeah there are some but I wouldn't be a good sister if I share them." I excuse myself and Magda nods proudly.

"That's right."

"Let her be Glodis, you also wouldn't share our stories." another women says with the same accent, she looks quiet younger than most of the players but not less sporty.

"I would never." Glodis answers, smiling at her.

And something between them, the look they share, is the same like between my sister and Pernille.

"Okay girls, let's get back to training." A man, I identify as their trainer Alexander Straus, says and they get up again.

This time I watch them and don't even notice when a women sits down next to me, she has a splint around her leg and is dressed in some normal cloths, not the usual FC Bayern cloths.

"I'm Caro." she says, looking at me.

"Y/N, I'm Magdas sister." I say also making clear who I am.

"Cool, normally I would also be a defender like her."

I look at her splint "What happened?"

"ACL, only a month ago, something every player is scared off." she explains and I nod.

"I am sorry."

She laughs at me "Don't be, I am fine."

I stay silent, not knowing what to reply to that.

"I don't wanna be rude, but why are you here? Spending the day watching some people playing football doesn't really seems like something, you want to do all summer long." she says, I look at Magda on the pitch.

"I got into some trouble in school and they didn't want me to get into any during the summer so I am here now." I explain and she nods.

We sit there watching them until the training is finished and then wait until they get out of the shower and go with the team to grab a late lunch.

After that I drive home with Magda and Pernille and they show me a little around their neighborhood.

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Most of my days from them look like this, they have training and I come with them, sometimes Caro is also there and we talk a little, but most of the time I read.

Before or after their training, they show me around town, on our first weekend we go to a lake and go for a swim.

"Can I ask you something?" Caro says, sitting down next to me, it's a Monday, the sky is grey and I'm pretty sure that it will rain later.

"Sure." I say, putting my bock down and taking a sip from my water bottle.

"I think in the last two weeks I've got to know you really well, and to be honest, I cant imagine that someone like you would get into any trouble."

I look at the players.

Magda, our mom, my teachers, even Pernille, all of them asked me what happened.

"I punched a boy in the face." I say, that's what I told everyone, but never the reason why.

"He...you know that Magda and Pernille are pretty open about their relationship."

Caro nods but doesn't say anything.

"In our neighborhood, practically everyone knows everyone and some boys in my school, apparently weren't so okay with their relationship and they know that she's my sister so they started annoying me."

I pause, remembering the face of this asshole when he felt my fist hitting him.

"At first it where only some mean comments that weren't even about her, more like nerd or freak, a couple of weeks before summer, he said that I should write an essay for him or else he would tell everyone my sisters little secret. I didn't know what he meant, he never met my sister, so I refused and walked past him when he said that my sister was a whore and would burn in hell for having a relationship with a women, I asked him to repeat that because I could believe what I was hearing and he did. He said it again and some other things I won't repeat. Something inside me got so mad and before I could do anything, I punched him in the face."

Caro looks at me in shook.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I hear a voice and turn around, it's Magda, the other players behind her.

"You would be all freaked out about it, mom too, so I didn't say anything." I say, she walks up and sits down next to me.

"I am sorry that you have such problems because of me." she says but I grab her hand.

"Don't, there is nothing wrong with being gay, I know that, he is just not smart enough to understand something like that." I explain and she nods, wrapping an arm around me.

"That's true and if loving a women, means that we will burn in hell that I can live with that, because I already experienced haven in her love." Lea says, and comes closer.

I smile at her words, behind her I notice Glodis looking at Karo, Magda told me her name a couple of days ago.

"I'm proud of you for defending us, even though violence is not an answer." Magda says and hugs me softly.

"PARTY." Georgia screams and everyone looks at her confused.

"I mean we need to celebrate that, someone standing up for those who cant stand up for themselves, like...." she searches for the right word. "Like Wonder Woman, you are Wonder Woman."

I laugh and Magda shakes her head smiling.

"I agree with Georgia. Y/N only got punished for what she did, we should celebrate her." Klara agrees.

The team decides to meet up for Pizza tonight and have some fun, including me.

Later when we drive home, I lean towards Pernille who is sitting in the passengers seat, quietly humming to the song that's coming from the radio.

"I have a question." She turns towards me,

"Karo and Glodis." I say and she nods.

"Are they a couple?"

"YES I TOLD YOU THEY HAVE A VIBE!" Pernille screams and I need a minute to realize that she meant Magda.

"Unfortunately not, but I thought that too, the way they look at each other is just so gay." she says towards me.

So I wasn't the only one to see it.

"Maybe yes, but they need to figure it out on their own, nobody should make assumptions about someone else." Magda says and I laugh.

"Amen." I answer.

"But don't punch anyone if they look at them for too long." Magda fires back and I act offended.

"I would never." I say and make her laugh.

"Yeah, but I am still very proud that you stood up for us."

" I did it because I love you, you both." I look at Pernille for a second. "I know that violence isn't right, but nobody gets to say anything bad about my sisters."

"And I always thought that as a big sister I had to protect you but I guess it's the other way around me." Magda says, she stops at a red light and looks at me.

"I love you too sis."

"Me too, I love you both." Pernille adds "I love you to the moon and to Saturn."

"And the Taylor Obsession is coming trough." Magda says rolling her eyes, but smiling at her girlfriend.

#pernille harder #magdalena eriksson #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso #lgbtq #fc bayern frauen #fcbfrauen x reader

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theresattrpgforthat · 8 months ago

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Oooo you know what I haven't seen a lot of? Games meant for long term play between two players. Id love to see that!

THEME: Long-Term 2-Player

Hello friend, here's a few specific recommendations, but you'll want to take a look at the bits I recommend at the end as well!

Afterglow, by Fistful of Crits.

It started when a WIZARD cleaved apart the temple into two. Because, in the cyclical way of things, one ideology eventually wins out over the other. The Celestial Cycles shatter and pour away, blending into the colour of their worship into tones of soft purple and creamy orange hues.

Now there is no more day or night, no rising or setting of the Godly tombs that float in carefully calculated arches through the sky: there is only the AfterGlow and the wake of a different world.

AfterGlow is a solo or co-operative play journaling TTRPG game. Become a Dawncarver Acolyte of the Light, Imefelga, or a Nightweaver Acolyte of the God of the Night, Elestrell. Expand the world as you explore, search for offerings, fight dangerous threats and discover the mysteries of the Wizard and the AfterGlow.

AfterGlow is designed using the Firelights system, which was originally designed for solo play, and inspired by games such as Hollow Knight. As a game system, I think it’s one of the games that’s meant to last longer than just one session, and since AfterGlow uses the same bones, I’m guessing that it could work as a longer game as well. Just keep in mind that this game isn’t inspired by Hollow Knight; it’s more of a fantastical post-apocalypse.

Empanel, by Bogus Cheesecake.

The year is 1915 - you sit inside a dreary office, working as a telegraph operator for the North American rail system. The dots and dashes of the telegraph machine spell out a dreary, unfulfilling existence. Until one day, a new kind of message appears.

Empanel is a two-player narrative roleplaying game based around telegrams and queer yearning. Completely diceless, Empanel's messaging-based gameplay is designed for long-distance play between you and a partner.

Empanel provides a new spin on two-player conversational roleplaying. Step into the shoes of a middle-aged telegraph operator (or anyone, we're not your boss) and explore the feelings of reconnecting with a love long past.

I find that two-player games designed to happen over long distances naturally lend to more long-form play, although that is partially because of the time it is expected to take to send messages to each-other. That being said, even if you don’t live that far away, you’ll be expected to think carefully about the messages you send to each-other, as well as spend time encoding and decoding every letter you send. If you want a game about longing and secrecy, you might like this game.

Trading Places, by Jamie Sands.

Trading Places is a game for two people - one who has an ordinary life, and one who has an extraordinary life. They both keep journals. One day, they wake up in each other's bodies. What happens next is entirely up to the people playing - will your story be a poignant examination of what a life of value means? Will you create a holiday-themed romantic comedy or an existential horror?

This game doesn’t look like it has a recommended play time, and since it’s a journaling game, you’ll likely need to wait for each other to submit journal entries. I think the fact that you can change the tone of this game makes it really flexible, so you can talk with the other player about what kind of story you’d like to share. I also really like the idea of exploring the life of another person, and coming up with that as you go.

One More Thing, by Nathan D. Paoletta.

Somebody has been murdered! The murderer is sure they will get away with it - but the detective is on the case, and quickly sees the truth of the matter. Both of them know that the murderer did it; the question is how to prove it.

Your story begins with the murder, and continues as a back-and-forth drama playing out in the view of an imaginary television audience. The Murderer never gets away with it, but they can control how the audience sees them in the end. Were they justified in their crime? Did they see no way out of an untenable situation? Or are they a cold-hearted monster who took a life for their own material gain?

One More Thing tells compelling stories of criminals bought to justice, in the finest tradition of TV detective dramas from the 1970s to today.

This game feels episodic, but I don’t think that would stop it from being something a bit more long-form. You could run this either with one player embodying the same detective over a series of different murders, or you could alternate between roles, perhaps following the stories of two connected detectives, or switching between different tones.

Hit the Road, Jack, by Urania Games.

Hit the Road, Jack is a solo/duet game of adrenaline rush and creeping terror. Of chasing and being chased, of being forced to face your sins or to leave them all behind. It is a game of cat and mouse between two characters that we call the Jacks.

This is a game that mentions blood, violence, drugs, crime, and death - both deaths you choose and deaths you don’t.

Jack Be Nimble is the sinner, the criminal, and the one being chased.

Jack Be Quick is the lawman, the aggrieved, and the one who chases.

This is their journey cross-country across an empty stretch of highways. By drawing tarot cards and responding to journaling prompts, you will be able to flesh out the nature of these two Jacks, their relationship, and how they deal with whatever the road throws at them.

The game page mentions that there are different lengths of play that you can use for this game, so that tells me that long-form is definitely on the table here. I don’t know how long exactly the game is, but the nice thing about having two different roles, is that you can likely play the game twice, switching roles to give each of you a chance to be each character.

Other Games To Check Out

Little Shepherd, Little Spy, by @psychhound, has a two-player mode called Little Mortal, Little Fey. It’s a game about communication between spies, so I feel like it’s meant to happen over a significant period of time.

There's a lot of GM-Less games out there that aren't specifically two-player but are duet friendly, and are designed for longer-form play.

#tabletop games #indie ttrpgs #game recommendations #dnd #asks #indie ttrpg #duet games

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yanderepuck · 2 months ago

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Kinktober Day 30

AND WE'RE BACK FOR A FOURTH TIME. It's that lovely time of the year where I write mediocre smut with no plot for a whole month. So sit your ass down and take a few minutes to read some smut.

As always, kinktober is held by our local Napoleon simp, @xxsycamore

If you'd like to read the last three years, go here

Remember to reblog and tell me what you think

Somno | Aftercare

It was still early in the evening but you were already feeling exhausted. So exhausted that you could barely keep your eyes open. It's not like you did anything differently today. Why are you so tired?

"You look exhausted," Charles says from across the table, noticing how your eyes keep fluttering.

"I feel like I'm going to pass out. I don't know why though," you run a hand through your hair and let out a deep breath.

"Are you not feeling well? Did you not sleep enough last night," he tries to reach over the table to feel your forehead.

"No no. I'm fine," you get him to sit back down.

"Go to bed and rest, I'll help with clean up," Faust suggests.

Vlad gives Faust a weird look. "I don't think I've ever heard you offer to help."

"Don't expect me to do dishes."

It used to be just Charles who did all the cleaning. But once you started living there you have been helping him with chores.

"Now go to bed. I don't need you exhausting yourself."

He urges you to go to bed so you do. Heading up to his room you aren't sure how you didn't collapse while walking.

"Ugh. What's wrong with me."

You get there and start to change but only get as far as taking your outer clothes off before you flip down on the bed, thinking this is good enough.

The moment your head hits the pillow you are out. You didn't even get the chance to cover yourself with the blanket.

Not long later Faust comes into his room, not even being careful of being quiet. He knows you're not waiting up.

Shutting the door he walks over next to the bed. His hand grabs your jaw and has your face looking towards him. You don't stir.

He chuckles to himself. "Maybe I used a little too much."

He lets you go and gets your underwear and bra off, dropping them into the pile of the clothes on the floor. His clothes join the pile and he gets on the bed.

"Maybe I should have warned you. Charles is going to be annoying over this," he huffs and spreads your legs open. "But you not knowing is so much more fun," he leans down and kisses your chest.

He holds one of your boobs tightly and kisses your nipple before giving it a slight bite. A soft whimper comes through but it's clear that your body is too tired to even react.

"Just like a ragdoll."

He sits back up, getting your legs spread wide and thrusts into you, moaning. The moment he is in you he starts fucking you. He doesn't even need to wait for you to adjust. The only way you are moving is if he moves you.

His thrusts into you hard. If you were awake you would already be screaming, but you make only moans and whimpers. Your body feels too heavy to move it. You won't know until morning when you are sore that anything even happened.

Faust feels as if he's never been able to get so deep. He moves your legs so that your knees are to your chest, essentially forcing you into a breeding press.

"F-fuck you're better unconscious."

His cock is being sure to bruise your insides. Hitting your cervix over and over. He wants you to feel it tomorrow. He wants you to feel cum leaking out of you all day.

He grabs your hands and pins them above your head. It's not like you are going anywhere but pinning you down feels so much better.

He leans down and kisses your neck, biting you a few times to leave marks before finally sinking his teeth into you. Your body seems to jerk for a moment but he isn't phased.

"It's so much better when you can't move," he growls. He knows he didn't have to ask you about any of this. You want it. He knows you do. There's no purpose in asking when he already knows.

He grits his teeth as he pushes you into the mattress. He feels himself getting close but isn't slowing down.

"Ungh, f-fuck."

Even as he cums he keeps thrusting into you. At first it was fuck to get all the cum out, but now with your walls slick with his cum he doesn't want to stop again. He wants to fuck that cum so deep inside you that you are dripping your days. That at any moment you're ready to be fucked because you are still slick with his cum. So he keeps fucking you until he's the one ready to pass out.

#kinktober #ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp faust #smut smut smut

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poppadom0912 · 1 year ago

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Together (III)

Warnings: Mentions of violence, blood, injuries, bullet wounds etc.

Summary: The news unravels and it isn't pretty at all.

A/N: A levels are already kicking my ass but it's okay because things are only getting juicier. Hope you like a little bit of a change!

Previous Chapter / Series Masterlist / Next Chapter

Trudy was good, happy even. No one had gotten on her nerves today and her stomach was content from the donuts she took from the break room.

She expected the rest of the day to go slow, going through paperwork and handle the occasional annoying citizen. What she wasn't expecting was a call from a woman working at 911 dispatch saying she had something Trudy would probably find interesting.

Thanking the woman, Trudy opened up the link that the woman sent her. The voice that greeted her was one she immediately recognised and normally she would roll her eyes but this time, her face blanched.

Without another thought, she buzzed herself upstairs and walked into the bullpen. As a reflex, she scanned the room, looking at each desk which had a person sitting at them but one. Right, she'd seen him leave early today.

Walking into Hank's office, she didn't even bother knocking or checking if he was busy. "Hank, you need to hear this."

Not waiting for an answer even if she received a nod, she rounded his desk, clicking a few things before the audio came up.

"911, What's your emergency?"

"Detective Jay Halstead, badge number 51163, reporting the kidnapping of a Chicago firefighter, cop and-"

Jay's voice was cut off from the audio but it continued playing. Men grunted, the operator asked a few questions but got no answer and then several gunshots were fired before the line went dark.

"Boss, what's up? We caught a case?"

Watching Trudy storm into Voight's office, everyone silently argued who would be doing the honours, Adam pulling the short straw. The question was innocent but the answer was unnerving.

Increasing the volume, Trudy replayed the audio clip. Hearing it for the third time, she could hear the pain and grit the detective spoke with, the amount of men in the background seemed to increase, spiking her anxiety even further than it already was.

"When was this?" Adam asked, trying his best not to worry too much. Jay had been kidnapped before and that experience definitely left its mark with the entire unit.

"An hour ago but Halstead left way before that." Trudy said, remembering when she bid adieu to the detective.

"Right. Him, Will and Y/N went up to their dad's cabin to clean it out. Jay said they were gonna sell it." Adam recalled, backing out of Voight's office and going towards his desk.

"What's wrong?" Hailey asked the question they'd all been thinking. Adam was supposed to give them answers, not pile onto the high stack of questions they already had.

"The Halstead's have been kidnapped."

The silence was unsettling as those five words sunk in. Not just one Halstead but all three had somehow been kidnapped and been missing for several hours now.

"Y/N's phone is offline but the other two put them at the cabin." Adam said very much confused at the information he was reading on his screen. That didn't add up.

"Upton, you stay here with Trudy, you'll be feeding us from here. The rest of you, we're going to Wisconsin."

*****

You winced, pressing your lips together so your cries wouldn't escape, instead you whimpered from the pain. Will was the biggest godsend. He managed to make sure there was no infection, all your wound sites were clean and covered by hundreds of layers of gauze and with the minimal amount of thread, he was able to stitch a few deep wounds.

You had long lost track of time but during the short period Will was tending to you, you became aware of the sweat collecting on his forehead and how his shirt went a darker shade, sticking to him.

"Wh-what happened to you?" You swallowed, poking him gently before pointing to his abdomen. You felt bad for interrupting him mid stitch but you needed to know.

"Nothing." Will lied, trying to keep his breathing steady and even while he finished with you. The pain was unbearable and he could feel his stab wound continue to bleed out; if there was any spare gauze, he'd use it on himself.

"So, what's the prognosis doc?" You said, lips tugging up into a smile, trying to keep the atmosphere somewhat light even if you would fail. At this point, you'd do anything to distract yourself from dwindling into a spiral of what ifs.

"Unfortunately, you're going to live." Will said with faux disappointment painting his face but in reality, he wasn't too sure if what he was saying was the truth or a lie.

You groaned, tutting at the news sending the two of you into a quiet fit of laughter that was short lived when the door was pulled open, resulting in both of you jumping at the loud sound.

A body was pushed into the room, the door slamming shut behind it. You could hear all the locks being turned, the metal scrapping causing you to cringe.

Laying your eyes on the groaning figure, your curiosity disappeared when the unknown figure pushed himself up, showing his face to you and Will.

"Jay?" You and Will said in unison, looking at your brother in confusion. Will very briefly told you about Jay escaping but clearly it failed.

Will immediately got up, stepping away from you to help Jay get onto his feet. He had the occasional bruise and scratch on his face, a few on his hands but your eyes landed on the blood staining his jeans.

"Come one, sit down." Will lead Jay to sit besides you, gently helping him sit up against the wall. When Will was brought to help you, instead of staying in the room you were tortured in, you two were taken back to the basement where the temperature continued to drop each minute.

"You guys okay?" Jay asked, groaning in discomfort when Will looked at the extent of his gunshot wound. "Nevermind, you both look like shit."

"I think I look beautiful." You pouted, replying with sarcasm as you poked his bicep in retaliation. "Thanks a lot for that."

"Your welcome."

*****

Pulling up to the cabin that looked identical to the other three they passed in the last half an hour, the team split up, making sure the entire place was clear before regrouping.

"This place is so clean, it's like they were never even here." Kim shook her head grimly, standing in the middle of the living room, pulling her beanie further down her ears due to how cold it was inside.

"She's right Sarge. Both doors were locked and the cars are locked, still looking for their keys though." Adam suddenly added, passing by in the hallway before disappearing again, most likely joining Kevin somewhere.

"I've got blood." Antonio interjected from his crouched position by the dining table.

Antonio pointed out the spots of blood surrounding a leg of the dining table along with the horribly hidden baseball bat behind one of the chairs, blood on the end.

Kim swallowed harshly at the newly formed information. One of the Halsteads were hurt but by how much time had past, who knew it any of the Halsteads were even alive at this point.

"Just checked the boiler room." Kevin said entering the living room, black gloves on his hand as he held several evidence bags. "I've got two phones, two keys and all their wallets - badges included."

"I want bodies in here and in every corner." Hank ordered, watching Kim get on the phone and call in the nearest police department. "These bastards are hours ahead of us, we have no time to waste."

"Sarge, I've got Trudy and Hailey on the line." Adam joined them, gloves also on his hands from collecting the few pieces of evidence with Kevin.

"What've you got?"

"CCTV and Pods are busted because of the weather. We did see Y/N get in at eight this morning but that's all." Hailey told them, her voice bleeding out the phone from being on speaker.

"Hank, I've been looking at any past cases or people affiliated with the Halsteads." Trudy started, the sounds of paper being shuffled through being heard before she spoke again. "You remember Jackson and Ezra Murray?"

The second Trudy said their names, the entire room froze, dread filling them all. They remembered the brothers like it was yesterday, the trauma they caused for the Halstead siblings was immeasurable and they'd left their dent on everyone who got involved in even the slightest.

"Ezra's dead and Jacksons doing life though." Adam tried fighting back, denial settling in even though it was slowly seeping away. "There's no way."

"Well, apparently there is." Trudy replied, just as confused as everyone else. "And they've got the Halsteads."

"Shit."

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@elite4cekalyma

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#one chicago x reader #one chicago imagine #jay halstead x reader #onechicago #chicago fire #chicago med #chicago pd #will halstead x reader #halstead sister #halstead brothers #kelly severide x reader #jay halstead x sister!reader #will halstead x sister!reader

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ticklingheart · 13 days ago

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. × (Not so off) day off

pairing : nurse/caretaker!reader × spencer reid

genre : fluff / just how reader and spencer met, lol

content warning: mentions of Alzheimer's and schizophrenia, mentions of medicine

summary : It's your day off, which usually means you are not getting called into work. But when you do get called, it's not like you have the option to say no.

a/n : watched the episode where spence was trying to find a nurse/caretaker for him mom (11?12?×12) and immediately thought that it could be such a cute way to meet spencer, lolll, anyways, hope you enjoy it.

! english is not my first language ¡

It was a cold afternoon, which were your favorites, especially on your day off. You were sitting on your couch, book in hand, and a hot coffee just waiting to be drank. You were trying to read since you were just running your eyes through the words and not actually internalizing them. You realize it way too late and were about to restart the paragraph when your phone rings. Checking the ID of the caller, you see your boss's name. Why on earth would your boss call on the afternoon of your first day off in weeks?

You pick up with a confused "hello," but your boss interrupts you. You weren't exactly paying attention until you heard the words "go to the address I sent you, now."

It was your first day off, and you were not, at all, not even a little bit, in the mood to go to work. You even consider asking if anyone else could do it, but, unfortunately for you, you also weren't exactly in the position to challenge or disagree in the slightest with your boss.

So, with a "Yes, sir. I'll be there" you hang up the call, and, in special agony, you get up from the cozy, warm spot in your couch, placing the book where you were sitting. You'll have your actual complete day off eventually. Not now, though.

After a quick shower and change of clothes, you walk out of your apartment, checking your phone for the address your boss sent you, and thank whoever is out there for it not being too far from your workplace and home.

After stopping by at work to clock in and get what you needed to go over to the address, you get to the place you were supposed to be.

You knock on the door once. No response. So you knock again, praying that there was actually no one so you could just go back home.

Suddenly, a tall, handsome man opens the door for you. You analyze his appearance quickly: brown colored hair falling ever so slightly in his face, a professional work outfit, and a tired look.

- Hi. - you introduce yourself, and he does too. You wal inside in a shy step, noticing a certain disorganization. Nothing you weren't used to.

— Sorry about the mess, we had a little accident this morning. - he says with an apologetic look, guiding you over to where his mother, your possible future patient, was seated on the couch.

— It's okay, Dr. Reid, accidents happen. Hi, Diana. - you introduce yourself to her, not expecting a fancy or coherent response, and you weren't certainly surprised when she got up and just left. Her son, Dr. Reid, starts apologizing, but you interrupt him. – Don't worry, this kind of interactions happen, there are days and days. We could talk, or would you prefer for me to come back another time?

He runs a hand through his hair, deciding to talk.

— We should start with the basics then. What kind of medicine is she taking?

Reid proceeds to talk about his mother's conditions, and how it progressed over time. Nothing way out of the ordinary, also presenting his mom's medicine, which were pretty standard for the treatment of Alzheimers and schizophrenia.

— Well, Dr. Reid, I think we're done here. I would be happy to show up tomorrow.

— Really? - he questioned, genuinely surprised, murmuring 'thank yous' with an unexpected hug. His arms were warm, cozy even. It didn't last long, as Reid apologized and walked you out. You were definitely coming back.

#spencer reid #fluff #nurse!reader #nurse!reader x spencer reid

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ultimate-shipper-blog · 5 months ago

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Pt. 4

She's in the back of the car. Steve and Robin in the front seat and Dustin placed next to her. His eyes searing a hole in the side of her head. It's uncomfortably quiet.

"Wow this is weird right guys? I mean does anyone know what's going on? I sure don't hahaha. Though she did talk to me first so maybe I know more than you guys. So-"

"Rob. Enough ok?" Steve interrupts "let's wait till we get to Wheelers for the full interrogation"

The silence is back.

Dustin pokes a bony finger into her side.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"I don't know I was trying to see if you'd explode or something! We haven't dealt with this before!"

"Henderson stop it!"

"It's called the scientific method Steven! Ever heard of it?!?!"

"I swear to god I will turn this car around so fast-"

Lydia's giggles stop them in their track.

"Sorry it's just...nice to see..."

The car pulls into the driveway of the house she used to spend Thanksgivings in. Her parents would only come to Hawkins for holidays to see the rest of the party.

She sees a couple of cars she recognizes from old photos, a few cars, a beat up van.

She is led through the house with the other three surrounding her, maybe to stop her from running. When she starts the descend down the stairs to the basement she hears loud familiar chatter.

They're all there. Everyone. Way younger than she knows them but family all the same. They stare at her and all chatter stops.

"What the fuck?" Mike asks.

"Mike!"

"What!? It's weird! Was anyone else not expecting a person to come down the stairs? I mean did anyone take Steve's code red of 'help woman in wedding dress ran away from me' seriously I mean it's Steve It's not like he has the best luck with women." He says in a monotone voice.

This starts a new wave of arguments either defending or agreeing with the statement.

"That's enough!" Nancy shouts. She points at Lydia, "sit!"

Lydia sits down as fast as she can. Nancy's tone familiar to her through all the years she helped raise her.

"Explain." She looks dangerous. Lydia knows she keeps weapons around. She hopes she doesn't have to see them through first hand experience.

"I can't. I don't know what I'm allowed to say...I've seen too many movies."

"What does that mean?" Will's voice chimes in from the side.

"I was taken away from my family," she starts to tear up again. "God I can't stop crying today can't I haha" she shows them a watery smile. "I believe I was sent here to prevent a tragedy from occurring and to help you finally defeat Vecna."

A gasp is heard ringing around the room. More yelling happens and she starts to disassociate.

"Hey," a soft voice rings out. She comes back to the present to be face to face with the eyes she's longed to see the most. Eddie has a hand on her shoulder, in his other hand he has a pile of clothes.

"I thought you might want to change out of that dress yeah? I stopped at home and grabbed some of my old clothes. Super worn in super comfy." She chokes back a sob. "I don't know what that reaction was for earlier and I couldn't imagine what you've been through so I thought this could be like a peace offering."

She sends a smile his way and nods.

"I'll go change," she heads up the stairs without being told where to go and comes back down in a band tee and some old sweatpants. Her guitar pick necklace is visible and she feels at home.

She heads back down and stops before she's fully visible listening to their gossip.

"I'm just saying it's weird she knew where to go."

"What like she's been spying on us and decided to memorize the floorplan of the house? You're so stupid."

"She told me she was from the future."

"Right and we're just gonna believe her?"

She clears her throat. All the attention being brought back to her. Eddie gives her a smile.

"You put her in those? She looks like you." Steve says judgement clear in his tone.

"It's not my fault you don't know fashion Harrington."

"Yeah Harrington," Lydia repeats back. Grin wide on her face. "This is peak fashion."

"While I'm loving this bonding," Robin interrupts. "Can we actual start discussing now? I feel like my bones are gonna pop out of my skin soon."

"Ok!" Lydia claps her hands together. "Where to begin."

She fills them on everything that's happened since she landed on the couch fielding questions here and there.

"So you were at your wedding?" She gets a little sad at this question.

"Yeah I wonder if they even know I'm missing. I wonder if times stopped. If they're looking for me. God I miss him."

Dustin has a confused frown on his face. "Well you came to us...so are we in your future?"

She smiles at that, "if I'm able to tell you. Yeah most of you are."

His frown turns into a wide grin, "oh my god are you marrying one of us?! You asked for steve right after you came here that must be it! I can finally stop pushing you towards Robin since it obviously worked!"

She gags. She can't help it.

"I'm sorry that's just so ridiculous." She's giggling now. Steve sends her a confused look back but shrugs his shoulders in understanding.

"I feel the same way, it's like since I met you I felt like I had to protect you, like you were one of the kids."

She grins brightly at him. "Thank you, I take that as an honor."

She continues filling them in on everything she knows about the Upside Down. Everything she remembers hearing about their plan and everything that went wrong. There's one detail she's leaving out.

"You feel like us," Eleven states. She looks around at everyone else. "She feels like the party."

Lydia looks at El in fear. Scared she'll say what she's so desperate for them not to find out. "Do you know?"

"I will have to take a closer look."

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They're sitting in the middle of the room together, everyone else scattered in a circle surrounding them.

"Ok, think of your past."

Lydia is plunged into a darkness she's never experienced before. The floor has water all over it. She doesn't like it. She turns around in search of El.

"I see it. I see what you are hiding. It will be ok."

She's brought back to the present.

"I know how to defeat Henry."

Lydia is filled with a sense of dread. If it all goes wrong she can't live through it again.

"In 1990 I am born." She starts off with. "In 1995 Vecna strikes again. I'm from 2015."

"Wait," Dustin interrupts. "So we beat him? We win?. Then what are we fixing?"

She turns pale.

"You are my family...you all had a hand in raising me. There are...casualties in this battle." She chokes a little on the last word.

The room gets silent.

"Right." Nancy is the first to speak. "Well that won't happen this time." Her tone is serious. "Let's make a plan."

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Lydia is placed in Nancy's room while the others discuss what they could change. She's sitting on her bed flipping through whatever book is closest to her when there's a knock on the door.

"Come in" she says quietly.

Eddie sneaks in, it's the quietest she's seen him in a long time.

"It's me right?" His eyes look doubtful. "That's why you can't look at me, you're seeing a ghost."

"I-I can't say anything you know that."

"Well that answers my question-"

"No you don't understand! I care about you too much to mess anything up! I don't understand the butterfly effect at all!"

"Why!" He's screaming now. "Why do you care about me!?!!!"

"I can't"

"Tell me!"

"Because you're my father Eddie!" She says it like it's bitter in her mouth. "Are you happy now? I probably just sealed everyone's doom. I'm going for a walk." She storms past him, unable to see his pale shocked face.

She walks right into a body.

"Woah hey," Steve is holding onto her shoulders. "What's going on where are you going?"

"I'm going for a walk."

"Not by yourself you're not."

"Why you don't trust me not to run away again!" She's yelling now.

"What? I just- we don't even know you."

She huffs at that. "Exactly, you don't know me and you don't trust me. So let me go!"

Whatever frozen state Eddie was in seems to have worn off.

"Lydia!" He screams, getting closer to her. "Wait!"

"Ok you want to go with me go with me just get me out of here." She grips Steve's arm and pulls him out the door.

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AN: Yay father daughter bonding next chapter!!!!! Fun fact: my dad and I only got to bond while taking neighborhood walks or sitting in cars together.

Who says I can't post two chapters in one day! I had a lot of ideas 😇😈

Don't forget to interact I LIVE for it :)

Tag list: @tinyplanet95

#steddie #strangerthings #eddie munson #kid fic #kinda #oneshot #robin buckley #steve harrington #the party #ronance #time travel #oc #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #ficlet

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abbygirly · 3 months ago

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I wrote this short story a while ago and thought I'd share. I hope you like it!

Daddy Sherlock - Imagine having a child with Sherlock

As you run to the bathroom for the second time, Sherlock becomes concerned for your well-being.

"Y/N, are you OK?"

"Yes. Just a bit nauseous. Must be something I ate."

He makes you some tea and tells you to rest for the rest of the day. But his mind keeps trying to work out what you have, and he asks Dr Watson to examine you.

John, always so perceptive, asks how long you have been feeling ill.

"Oh, about a month or so."

"I see. Have you considered taking a pregnancy test, Y/N?"

"I'm not pregnant, John."

"We can't rule it out until you've taken the test and we can confirm it."

You are worried, but agree and ask John not to mention this to Sherlock.

After you return home, you take the test and, as you wait, your heart races and your imagination runs wild at the prospect of having Sherlock's baby. You look at the test, confirming the pregnancy and your legs turn to jelly. Tears stream down your cheeks as the news settles in.

'I'm having a baby. With Sherlock Holmes!

Oh, how am I going to tell him?'

Sherlock came home to find you pacing nervously in the living room.

"Has something happened?"

"Yes, Sherlock. We need to talk."

He sits down on the sofa beside you, a worried look in his eyes.

"Y/N, you're making me nervous. Tell me what is going on."

Slowly you take the test out of your pocket and show it to him.

"A... Pregnancy test?"

You sigh.

"A positive pregnancy test, Sherlock."

"Yes, I can see that. And?"

"I took the test today."

He blinks, stares at it as if it can speak to him.

"Sherlock, you're going to be a father." You say, letting the news sink in.

Sherlock sits quietly on the couch, his mind in a whirl of emotions as he tries to process the news. His eyes flick from the positive test to your worried face, unsure of what to say or do.

Finally, he manages to speak.

"I never expected this, Y/N. I don't know how to be a father."

He looks down at his hands, feeling overwhelmed.

You take his hands gently, your eyes meet.

"You don't have to be perfect, Sherlock. No parent is. We'll work this out together, one step at a time." You say, your voice calm and reassuring.

"But... What if I mess it up? What if I can't be the father our child needs?" He asks, a hint of fear in his voice.

You stroke his cheek with a gentle smile.

"You're going to be a wonderful father, Sherlock. I can feel it. And I'll be here every step of the way to support you, to help you navigate this new journey." You pause for a moment and look into his eyes.

"And remember, our love for this baby will see us through any challenges that come our way."

Sherlock looks at you, his heart filled with love for you and the child you have created together. He nods, determined to do his best.

"I can do this, Y/N. For you, for our child." He says, a new determination in his voice. He puts his arms around you and kisses your lips, grateful for your support and love.

"We're in this together, Sherlock. Through the ups and downs, the good times and the hard times, we'll face it all as a family." You hold him close.

Sherlock leans his forehead against yours, a sense of peace settling over him. He knows there will be challenges ahead, but with you by his side, he feels ready to face whatever comes their way.

"I love you, Y/N. And I love our baby more than I can say." He says, his voice full of love and warmth.

You smile, your eyes shining with happiness.

"I love you too, Sherlock. And I love our little family. Together we will create a future full of love and hope.

Sherlock slowly realises he's about to embark on the greatest adventure of his life, facing the biggest challenge yet. It's not just about being a detective now. It's about being a father. About taking care of a vulnerable, innocent life. A responsibility that terrifies him, but also makes him feel deeply alive. This baby will change everything. It will force him to confront his fears, his flaws, his deepest emotions. And he's not sure he's ready. But then he looks at you, and he knows he has to be.

For you, for your baby, he must rise to the challenge. He must be the man you two deserve: strong, compassionate, and brave. And he knows that you will be there by his side, supporting him every step of the way. And as he looks into you eyes, he sees in them the promise of a beautiful future filled with hope, love, and endless possibilities.

With a deep breath, he takes your hand and says,

"Let's do this. Together, we can be the parents this baby deserves."

You smile at him, your eyes brimming with joy and anticipation. You wrap your arms around him in a loving embrace, whispering softly,

"I have faith in us, Sherlock. And I believe in you. Together, we're going to create a loving, nurturing environment for our child. One that will guide him through life's ups and downs, and make him into the best version of himself."

Sherlock holds you close, his heart swelling with love and gratitude.

"We'll have a little detective running around in no time." You laugh.

The idea of your child following in his footsteps makes Sherlock smile.

"A detective in the making, huh?" He replies, stroking your belly. "I can't wait to teach this baby about everything."

Months later...

As the evening wears on, Sherlock finds himself standing in the nursery, the soft glow of the nightlight illuminating the room. He looks around, taking in the sight of the crib, the changing table, the rocking chair, and the shelves filled with baby toys and supplies.

It's a surreal feeling, knowing that this room will soon be filled with the sound of your child's laughter and the warmth of your family.

Despite the uncertainty of what lies ahead, Sherlock knows that you will face it together, creating a loving and nurturing environment for your child.

With a contented sigh, he walks out of the nursery and finds you resting on the couch with your feet up.

"The nursery is all set," he says softly, joining her by the side.

You take his hand and smiles, your eyes shining with love and warmth.

"Thanks, Sherlock. It looks beautiful."

He gently strokes your hair, your eyes meeting in a tender moment.

"I can't believe we're about to embark on this journey together. I'm grateful for every moment we share, and I can't wait to meet our child."

You lean into Sherlock, resting your head on his shoulder.

"Me too, Sherlock. I'm excited and a bit nervous, but I know we'll be great together. Just like we always have been."

Sherlock wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer.

"I can see it now," he says softly, his voice filled with wonder. "Our child running around, laughing, curious about the world. It's a beautiful picture."

He places his hand on your abdomen, feeling the gentle warmth of your pregnant belly.

You gently strokes his hand, your heart filled with love.

"It'll be a joy to watch them grow up, to see their first words, their first steps. They'll be the luckiest child in the world, because they'll have you as their father."

Sherlock smiles, feeling humbled by your words.

"I'll do my best to be the father they deserve, Y/N. I promise you that."

He caresses your belly, filled with anticipation.

"Just a few more months, and we'll meet our little one."

You lean in, your lips meeting his in a loving kiss.

"I can't wait," you says softly, as you pull apart.

Sherlock smiles contentedly, the love and connection between you palpable in the quiet intimacy of the room.

As the two of you sit together, basking in the warmth of your excitement and anticipation, you know that this journey into parenthood will be one of the most fulfilling and rewarding experiences of your lives. Together, you will embark on a new chapter, filled with love, laughter, and the joy of raising a child of your own.

#sherlockholmes #daddysherlock #sherlock x reader #benedictsherlock #benedict cumberbatch

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xstargirlslutx · 1 year ago

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Cock Warming || Theo Nott

Day 5 of Kinkmas

Kinkmas Masterlist

TW: grinding, slight exhibitionism, teasing, use of y/n, public sex, rough riding

Words: 1,171

You were sitting on Theo's lap in the common room, visiting with Pansy who sat adjacent on the other couch. Theo was reading a book, hardly paying attention to the conversation you two were having.

For a while, you and Pansy were just talking about school and the upcoming O.W.L.S., until she switched the topic and made you laugh. You shifted slightly as you giggled and repositioned yourself to be more comfortable.

You heard a heavy exhale behind you but it no mind, you were too busy laughing anyway.

"Oh Y/n, we really need to get the whole group together again, go out for butterbeers or something."

"Oh I know! We've all been so busy studying for the o.w.l.s., I've barely had time to do anything."

"Other than snogging Th-" You cough loudly,

"None of that either, mind you." Pansy smirked,

"Well you need to fix that then. Might help.. take the stress off before exams."

"You're talking as if I'm not here," Theo mumbled.

"That's because you're supposed to be reading obliviously since you insisted on staying with me all night."

"Note taken." He laughed,

"I think I'll run to the restroom real quick, before I piss myself." Pansy said, still laughing. She winked at you and walked down the hall.

As soon as she had disappeared Theo marked his place in his book and set it down on the couch.

"Maybe she's right darling.. It's been far too long."

"We've been far too busy."

"Well I'm here now." You shifted yourself to look at him better, he stifled a groan, "-Bella, you've got to stop doing that."

"Doing what?" You smirked, and he blew out from his mouth,

"Stay quiet."

"Wh-" Suddenly, Theo reached his hand down and undid his pants. It was only a matter of moments before he slid your panties to the side and sunk into you. "Ah- Theo-" You bit down on your lip at the lack of warning, "We can't here-"

"We're not." And he was right- technically. He didn't move one bit. Your skirt covered everything that was happening, but it didn't hide your face growing increasingly red. You could barely think straight, feeling so full of him. You missed it after so long, and you couldn't wait to be back up to your room with him later.

Pansy returned shortly after, with Draco, as well. You turned and buried your face in Theo's neck out of embarrassment, yet he was back to reading like nothing was happening. Except this time, he had one arm securely wrapped around your waist.

"Look who I found!" Pansy chimed, "He was doing nothing alone in his room so I thought he could hang out too."

"Perfect." You forced a smile. Immediately as Draco sat down he noticed something was off about you.

"Are you okay, y/n?" He asked,

"-Yes, yes of course. Why wouldn't I be?"

"I mean, it's a little cold all the way over there, isn't it? Don't you two want to come sit over here by the fire?"

"We're fine." Theo interjected, and Draco smirked knowingly.

"Very well."

"Um, so what do you guys think of that new professor?" Pansy asked, trying to change the subject.

"He's alright, bit of a downer in class though, won't let us talk to our friends until he's done with his lecture."

"Isn't that what most teachers would expect?"

"Maybe, but most of them have given up trying to quiet us down." You all laughed and Theo squeezed your hip. You mumbled an apology to him and reached back to play with his hair. He smiled slightly but kept his attention on the book.

The three of you talked for an hour longer, enjoying catching up after the chaos of the end of the school year. Theodore stayed a bystander, calming reading his book despite your attempts to arose him with your movements.

Eventually Pansy said, "I think I'm going to turn in guys, it's getting pretty late."

"Yea me too, we have an early practice before school tomorrow, I want to be well rested. Don't forget that either mate." Draco said, referring to Theo, almost knowing he wasn't going to get any sleep tonight.

"Well goodnight guys, we need to hang out again soon, after exams." You smiled, and they waved goodnight before exiting the common room.

You glanced around to find there was nobody left except the two of you. "I could fall asleep like this you know? All warm and full.." You had almost forgotten he was still in you, simply feeling complete.

"Oh really? Hm.. well I don't know if I can let that happen yet.. You still need to fix what you did to me earlier."

Heat filled your cheeks once again and you decided to make a bold move. You shifted and spun yourself to face him, not once letting it slip out. "Mm.. Theo, you wanna do it here? We may as well.."

Theo loved it when you were like this, giving him your innocent eyes yet begging for the nastiest things.

"I thought you were embarrassed by this darling, what happened?" He smirked and set his book to the side.

"Shut up-" You rocked your hips back and forth, suddenly desperate for friction.

"Fuck tesoro, you want me to fuck you right here? Where somebody could catch us?"

"I don't care- they're all asleep.."

"So bad.." He gripped both of your hips and wasted no time fucking into you with short but rough thrusts.

"Fuck- Theo- Gods- Ah~" Your words were interrupted by his sporadic movements, hitting your cervix just right.

"Shh.. darling- don't- want to wake- anybody up- now.." Though he preached for you to be quieter, he was slowly coming undone himself, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Mm.. Theo- I'm close."

"Fanculo, bambina, already?"

You whimpered and nodded quickly, and he sped up, slid a hand down under your skirt, and rubbed fast circles on your clit.

You fell apart above him and buried your face into his shoulder to mute the sounds that were bound to fall out of your mouth.

"Mm.. fuck yes-" He moaned and released just after you, only sliding in once more and then staying there.

"Could we- go back up to your dorm?" He asked, and you nodded and began climbing off him, but he pulled you back down onto him.

"Mm, no.." He stood up and you wrapped your legs around his waist, keeping in the same position. "Good girl.."

The two of you made it back to your dorm room, and he laid you both down on the bed, keeping his dick in you the whole time.

"Can we stay like this tonight?" He asked, and you nodded nervously. "It's okay, darling, it'll be good I promise." He reached his hands and unbuttoned your shirt to make you more comfortable. "Just relax and go to sleep.. I know you're tired."

You nuzzled your head into his chest and quickly fell asleep, feeling full of him and as comfortable as ever.

#harry potter #kinkmas #slytherin #slytherin boys #smut #theodore nott

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machiten · 1 year ago

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that's my seat! (pt 2)

academic rival scaramouche x gn!reader

warnings: scaramouche(bro is a whole warning), foul language(it's scaramouche we're talking about here so), bits of xiaoven (fuck you i love his ship), idk what else

4.2k words

❗not proofread ❗

the day after that, you didn't attend class which was quite unusual since there was never a day where you attempted to skip class (one time you did but it was so that you can study for another class) and it alarmed him, just a little bit. maybe you got sick? an urgent matter perhaps? but you didn't file an excuse letter so the teachers can excuse you. scaramouche wanted to ask your friends but his pride is a little too much for that. oh and he was also sent to the principal's office the same day. it's not the first time of course, trips to the office are basically routine now. when scaramouche entered, the principal is a bit surprised to not seeing you trail behind the purple haired achiever.

"oh? this is new. where's (last name)?"

"...don't know, i haven't seen her since this morning."

"that's a nice hit you got there." tye principal addressed the patches on his face. scaramouche clicked his tounge as he flicked his head to the side, as to hide his face from shame.

if he was to be honest to himself, he aready had his eyes on you since day one. someone is on par with him? really?? now he doesn't see that everyday. it changed his overall view on school. no more boring lectures with no one to debate with, no more being dragged alone to every bullshit quiz bee contests (you're also gettting dragged), and getting high scores are actually fun now because he gets to make fun of you.

so as the days go by... wait, days? how long has it been?! he hasn't seen a single strand of your hair. he already checked certain spots around the school everyday, hoping that maybe you were just avoiding him therefore the lack of your presence. he was calm, not until one of your friends went to him, asking for your whereabouts. him. your sworn enemy, is being asked where the fuck you are.

"hey"

scaramouche turned to the voice seeing aether with a frown. "what." scaramouche replied.

"i didn't think i was ever gonna ask you this but im gonna overlook all the shit that you did for now because this is important. have you seen (name)?" aether grimaced

"no, i haven't seen her. also, how the fuck should i know? we're not close." he crossed his arms, as if he just heard the most absurd question in his entire existence.

"fuck" aether cursed under his breath. "well, thanks i guess." aether waved and walked away. when he turned into a corner, scaramouche's facade fell. the hell? not even aether knows what happened to you? feeling guilt, scaramouche fished his phone out of his pocket and opened his contact list oh yeah he also doesn't have your number, you're not even friends on any social medias. he cursed under his breath. now he feels really bad, blaming himself for your disappearance, guilt eating him inside out.

the days go by, scaramouche ignored the prickling feeling inside his chest. you'll come back, right? he knows you would, you wouldn't abandon your education, right?? he just had to be patient. but he cant really ignore you, everything he sees reminds him of you. everytime he enters the classroom, he gets reminded by the chair he sits in, expecting you to come in a minute later to play tug of war with the chair. in lectures, he's always ready to spit out a comeback whenever you add something to the lesson but this time he kept waiting until the lecture ends until he realizes that no you weren't there at all to debate with him. when the teacher hands out test results, he always looks at the back (where you sit) to compare scores but everytime, he sees nothing but an empty chair.

you have perfectly blended yourself in scaramouche's routine. and everytime it happens, the guilt plaguing his mind feeds from it. he went home that day accepting the fact that it is entirely his fault and he should fix everything. that's the least he could do after everything that he's done.

"im home," scaramouche exclaimed as he entered his house, putting away his shoes on the side. "welcome home kuni- you okay?" his sister, which is a splitting image of their mother, said as she paused the tv. "yeah, anyways. im probably gonna regret this but can you both cook for yourselves today? i have to go somewhere. please don't burn the pan handle again, thanks." he said as he immediately ran to his room to change.

"where are you going?!" his sister shouted from downstairs. "uhh to my friend's house!" he shouted back.

"you have friends?!"

"what is that supposed to mean?!!"

"im gonna tell mom you're going somewhere!"

"ok!"

when he was out of the house, he took at his phone and looked at the picture of your address in you notebook when he sneakily stole your notes.

'damn they live far... good thing i have a motorcycle.' he took his keys, wore his helmet, and got the engine started.

after 20 minutes of trafic and searching for your apartment, he took off his helmet got off his bike. he can feel people staring at him (i mean, who wouldn't). he went to the elevator and pressed your floor number. he got out when he heard the ding and immediately went to find your door number.

'143... 143.... 143... 143... 143...' he chanted the number in his head. when he found your door, he took a really deep breath and knocked. after a few seconds, he heard shuffling from the other side, then the door opened. he expected to see you but to his surprise, he saw a dark haired boy fading to bright torquoise with two braids framing the side of his face.

...did he get the wrong place?

he stood there like an idiot for a few seconds until he heard the boy talk.

"so, need anything?" he sounds cheery, definitely the extroverted type. "uhm, do you know anyone here by the name (name)?" he held his helmet a bit tighter. "oh (name)? wait I'll call them." the braided boy then shouted inside his apartment. "(name)!! someone's looking for you!! again!!"

scaramouche winced at the noise-- you're inside??? then what the fuck is this boy doing in your house? is he your boyfriend? (is he too late?) then, as if the heavens opened up for him, he heard curses with an awfully familiar voice far inside the apartment.

"tell my brother to fuck off!!"

"it's not your brother!!"

"well then tell my teacher im fine!!"

"..well-! it's not a teacher either!!"

"...."

"what does he look like?!!"

"can you both stop yelling like mountain dwellers-"

"HE LOOKS EMO!!" scaramouche was offended.

after a moment of silence, the boy spoke to him, less volume this time. "sorry about that, im venti by the way! she hasn't been doing well for the past few weeks because something happened at her school or something, i hope you understand.." a sweat rolled down scaramouche's back. "it's ok, im--"

"venti who the hell-" a new participant has entered the conversation, you. and when scaramouche saw you, he felt relief and overbearing guilt at the same time. relieved that you look fine and healthy, guilty because of the things he has done. when you saw him on the other hand, rage has once again boiled in your heart.

"get out." you tried slamming the door close but his feet was faster, slipping in to the gap of the door and the frame. he winced a bit from the impact but that's the least of his concerns right now.

"wait, shit, can we talk-"

"what more do you want from me?! im finally gone from your life and now you got here to torment me more?!" if you were any stronger, you could've turned his feet into mush. "no, im here to apologize-!"

"i dont care! fuck off!" oh he is not giving up. fortunately for him (not for you) he is stronger and managed to keep the door from closing. "can you please just listen to me!!"

"go away!"

"no!"

this went on for like an eternity until someone inside your apartment held the back of your shirt and pulled you away from the door, making it swing open from scaramouche's force. "xiao, what the fuck let go!!" turns out venti called his boyfriend from their room while you and scaramouche were fighting. while xiao was holding you back from basically doing second degree murder, scaramouche carefully set his helmet down on the floor, avoiding your attempt at swings. (your previous hit hasn't even fully recovered yet.)

"(name) calm down, be rational. nothing will be solved when you're acting like a maniac and wont communicate." xiao said sternly. "how can i when he's the exact reason as to why im here right now!" at this statement, venti's expression became dark.

"what."

you got out of xiao's hold and stormed back inside your room, slamming the door close. xiao followed you in. scaramouche clicked his tougue, about to follow you when someone stoped him, "(name), wait-!"

"hold the fuck up." venti grabbed his shoulder. "you're the bitch that got them here?"

"yeah, so?"

"get out."

"let go of me." scaramouche shrugged venti off. "besides, that's what im here for." he looked at the room you went into with an unreadable look.

"do i have to repeat what i said? fuck, not only are you stupid but deaf too? get out." venti mocked him. 'what the fuck he was giggly just a minute ago.'

"ok listen, i just want to apologize to them. i know i fucked up and im basically ruining her life right now that's why i want to take responsibility. can you at least tell her that?" it is clear how scaramouche regrets what he did. venti's look sharpened. "how do i know you're being sincere?"

"(name)?? can you please open the door?" venti knocked on your door. after a few seconds, the door opened to xiao. "where's (name)?" xiao pointed at the bed in the corner of the room. there he sees you lying down, face buried in your pillow. "they won't talk. like at all, ive tried everything." xiao sighed.

venti has been your roommate ever since you got kicked out from your house. xiao is his boyfriend of 3 years and they're both two yeas older than you (xiao moved in a year ago). thanks to the both of them, they are basically your older siblings now. they did what your brother never could. they took care of you the past few days, even if they're both busy with their degrees. they would leave food in the fridge, remind you to take your medicine (they both have alarms of when you need to take your medicines), they bring you food in your room when you insist that you dont want to eat, saying, 'even if you don't want to eat, you need to. ' and proceeds to spoon feed you (even if it's embarrasing), and is just genuinely worried for you, especially when you came home that day with aether carrying you on his back.

"do you think they're asleep? how do they even breathe..." venti walked closer and sat down on the side of your bed. "hey (name), I know you can hear me so listen up, ok?? sca... or whatever his name is, wants to talk to you and to apologize for what he did and he wants to take responsibility. he said he's gonna get you back to school no matter what it takes and he is also sorry for being insensitive."

no answer.

"he's gonna pick you up at 6:45 tomorrow. i wasn't gonna tell you any of this because he doesn't seem sincere until he proved it to me earlier. just talk to him ok?? i know life is shit but you have to keep going to prove yourself to your parents." he pats your head. he looks around the room and lands his gaze on your desk which if filled with books and notes. it seems like you haven't given up yet which made venti smile.

"sleep well (name), goodnight."

as they both got out of your room, xiao spoke up. "what did he do to prove himself?"

venti winked. "it's a secret."

and that's how venti got a huge bite mark on his cheek.

oh you heard everything. what does he mean he's picking you up tomorrow?! prove himself? how?! what responsibility?! he's making it sound like he got you pregnant!!

and he actually DID come the next morning. venti informed that you didnt get ready like at all and you know what bro did? he waited. in the living room. the whole time. he went 'hurry up we'll be late for first period' as if there's nothing wrong with anything.

so fast forward, he managed to convince you to go with him (reluctantly). what you didn't expect though was to be met with his (motorcycle brand), infront of your apartment.

"i am not riding that."

"we are riding that, here put this on." he said as he hands you a helmet. you gave it back to him as you turned around, about to go back inside the apartment but he pulled you back by your collar. "fucking- PUT IT ON WERE LATE." he exclaimed as he gave you a frustrated look.

"you're lucky that I actually felt guilty and went all the way here for your stupid ass. now get on I don't have all day." scaramouche said as he slotted the helmet on your head and got the engine started. you reluctantly sat behind him, sitting funny. "have you ever rode a motorcycle your whole life?"

"I have but, not like this one!" there is an inch gap between you and him causing you to sit funny. then he jerked the motorcycle forward by suddenly revving the engine causing you to lose balance and slip, so now you're the closest to him than you ever were.

"hold on tight, I like driving fast."

"what. wait--WAIT I'M NOT REA- wAIT-! YOU ABSOLUTE AS-!"

----

this went on for weeks. he would appear on your doorstep, get you both to school and when classes end, he'd drive you back home. and, yes, you did talk but it was more like recounting the old days, sometimes laughing at the stupid stuff you both fought over before. and he apologized, of course. and it was a well said apology, it's as if he's been practicing (he was). you forgave him with the promise of him watching his mouth the next time because if he won't, then you wont be the only victim of his sharp words.

when you arrived at school that day, your friends immediately tackled you into a hug. they were saying about how they were so worried about you and that they miss the daily bickering you and scaramouche does. they also mentioned how scaramouche has been out of it these past few weeks (which is weird because why would he do that ahhahaha...). Aether literally went into tears when he saw you walking down the hallway saying he missed you and shit and that he has to eat lunch with his sister which was torture (his words not mine).

what irks you though is the funny look they give you everytime you and scaramouche walks through the classroom doors at the same time. so you were like;

"can you walk up first, they're looking at us funny everytime."

"stop being dramatic." and proceeds to tug you at your sleeve.

he's not gonna lie, he likes the look your friends are making. he also likes the red on your face everytime. ever since you've returned to school, he's making the effort to minimize your fights (except for the fun ones) and to actually get to know you better.

through this, you've also got to know him better. and this made you realize he actually isn't that bad (if you really think about it). you now know he prefers bitter food over sweet ones, he cooks really good, he has a sister that almost looks identical to his mother, he has a really short auntie, he has a list of future victims (you don't want to know what that means), and he's genuinely just a chill guy. you just got on his bad (playful) side the first time you met him.

though there are times where he gets a bit... unwell... but we all have that in us, right? the thoughts? well, i mean, i can hear it everyday so I hope you do too<3

"venti i am fucked."

"alright let's get you to the abortion center."

you looked at him perplexed, "what?"

"you said you got fucked, let's go."

"NOT LIKE THAT." you facepalmed. sometimes you wonder if he really is two years older than you.

"hehe im just kidding, what is it?" he giggles as he continues to stir the pot as he was making dinner. "i do not feel safe around him anymore." you muttered while nibbling at a piece of vegetable.

"who."

you shrieked after hearing a new voice. venti turned around to see what's going on. there stood behind you is xiao, who just got back from class, he got his piercings and everything looking like he will beat you up if you breathe. "you scared the fuck out of me, can you make some noise when you get home next time?" you calmed your beating heart as xiao apologized. "but yeah im talking about scaramouche. he's acting... different."

at this, venti perks up, "oh? what kind of different?"

"i do not like that look on your face."

"c'mon tell me!" venti now has his full attention to you as he passed his apron to xiao so that he can take over dinner.

"well, he's weird. i mean, he keeps doing weird stuff and im not saying im uncomfortable with it's just... unusual? did he really feel that guilty to the point where he drives me to and from school everyday?" you slumped on your chair, fiddling with a fork. venti let's out a hum, tapping his cheeks as if he's thinking. "have you ever considered that maybe, just maybe, he likes you?" he adds.

"what?"

venti goes around the counter and sits beside you, "like, romantically. let's enumerate! he drives you to and from school, walks you to your class, buys you coffee when you lack sleep and he KNOWS you lack sleep, wakes you up in class, picks out your favorite flovors in a pack of gummies, shares lunch with you, lends you his notes, uhhh what else...-"

"WAIT WAIT THAT'S ENOUGH!" you flung your hands, embarrassed. "how can you even be sure! aether also do some those sometimes, and we're really great friends!"

venti stared at you, "ok first of all, aether is gay he literally has a boyfriend. second of all, i know this because xiao also did all these 'cringey' stuff before and hey, look at us!" he hugs xiao and they almost fell on the floor.

"aether has a boyfrie-?"

venti squished you cheeks, "that's besides the point! listen to me (name), i am a love expert, i know what im doing. i can even tell you what xiao did that will match with what scaramouche is doing-"

"dinner's ready." a pot filled with delicious food is placed at the counter by a blushy xiao. "venti, i love you, but please shut up." he says, embarrassed.

the next day, you payed better attention to scaramouche, hoping to prove venti wrong.

and boy were you the wrong one.

the way he holds your hand when he speeds up while driving his bike, when he stays after he's dropped you off in your apartment to ensure tour safety, the way he puts more effort in his hand writing so that you can understand better, the timing he has when you are in an uncomfortable situation, the little shapes of fruit in his lunch that he shares with you, when he brings hair clips when your hair gets in the way of work,

it goes on forever.

so then you decided to confront him one day.

"scara, do you like me?"

you both are currently outside, studying for an upcoming test. scaramouche answered without a second thought.

"yeah."

"no, like, ugh... this is embarrassing, i meant, do... do you like me, romantically?" you rephrased your question. this made scaramouche ponder. should he answer honestly? lie to your face to keep whatever is going on between you two? give tou the silent treatment, perhaps?

"actually y'know what, dont answer that i-" you were cut off by the contact you feel in your hands. he clasps your hand gently across the table. he looks at your locked hands, unease creeping into his system.

then, he finally opens his mouth, "if... if i tell you the truth, would you.. still stay by my side..?" you can feel his grip slowly tightening. "i like what's going on right now, it's basically routine to me now. i... i like going to your apartment every morning, i like making you bentos, i like sharing notes with you, i like...i like competing with you every test, i like being the first one to get to your chair but i also like the light in your eyes when you get there first...!" he's shaking now. he goes quiet for a bit then goes for a deep breath.

"...i like you, okay? its not even funny anymore, i can't get you off my mind... i know i despised you before, to the point where i would steal your notes back then-"

"so that's how you found out about my address..!"

he got red,

"that's-! that's not the point! and- LET ME TALK DAMNIT IT'S ALREADY HARD WHEN ITS EMBARRASSING!!-ahem- when you didn't come back i felt really guilty and i keep looking at the damn door whenever anyone comes in expecting it to be you and i felt really stupid that time. i hate how you make me feel stupid, i hate how stupid you are, , making me do stupid stuff... but i like you and i can't help it..." you can feel his hands getting cold and shaky.

"...and if you dont feel the same, then i will just kill mysel-"

"NO WAIT HOLD ON-!" you stood up bringing his hand with you. when he finally looks up, he's in the brink of tears. you held his hand "i just asked a question and you're out here announcing suicide..! i just wanted to clarify... so that i wouldn't look stupid confessing to... you and then getting... rejected..." you trailed off. you can already feel your whole face heating up, blood boiling in your stomach.

now there's two idiots outside in the park, blushing like no one's business, staring into each other's soul. one is in the brink of tears while the other is standing straight like a statue, unmoving.

after a good minute or two, after the thoughts processed, one of them couldn't hold it in apparently. tears streamed out of indigo eyes and he hurriedly tried to wipe it away, to hide the evidence of how fragile he actually is. you scammered into your bag to find something to wipe his tears away. when you got near him, you found yourself covered in him, he is grasping whatever he can hold of you, clammering on your clothes as if you are his life line. he is all over you, babbling nonsense. you can only make out some of his words like;

"fuck i thought i would have to fight my thoughts again-"

"you have no idea of what you're doing to me-"

"tell this to anyone and i will chase you down to childe's ass crack-"

"fuck i love you so much do not leave me please-" and

"I'll still take your seat, i don't care-"

literal nonsense and yet you can feel the love radiating off him at that moment. he is sobbing and furiously wiping his tears.

cofessing your feeling to someone that radiates as much personality as scaramouche is a win lose situation for you. but to him? it's either he dies or he lives, there is no in between.

extra;

when scaramouche got home, he is met with his mother at the door, a spatula in her hand.

"mom put that down, please-"

"you're late."

"it's 6pm."

"yeah and you're late. also, why are you wearing sunglasses? are you doing drugs?" ei kept throwing questions at scaramouche while he is desperately trying to remove the spatula out of his mother's grip. "mom, please i was just out with my lov- friend-- and please let go of the-"

"FRIEND?? who is this friend? you have a friend?! why didn't you tell me?!--"

"mom-"

"kuni, this makes me so happy! you have a friend! invite them over right now, i made dinner!" ei smiled at her proudest achievement.

scaramouche paled.

"YOU MADE WHAT?!"

*scara wearing sunglasses bc is eyes are puffy*

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