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februarybluues · 11 months
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enemies with benefits || 3 - can't be love.
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warnings: cursing, hobie is an idiot, she/her pronouns used to describe reader, this entire fic is literally just hobie denying his feelings for you
read previous part here -- series masterlist
next part - girl (you really got me goin')
a/n: hiii!! fair warning this is not my best work, im quite disappointed in how this turned out actually. BUT! the next part is literally my favorite in the series and i am SO EXCITED to share it with you!!!
It was crazy how much your friendship with Hobie had changed since you first met him. Granted, ‘friendship’ was a stretch. You were barely friends, you barely even tolerated him. Regardless!
Over time, you noticed how his behaviour changed towards you. His rude comments and teasing insults stayed the same. – but they felt different. You noticed how ‘mate’ evolved into ‘love’, and in all honesty, you weren’t complaining. At first, the pet name was his favorite trick to pull on you; only used in instances where he wanted to be especially annoying. But, soon enough its intentions changed. Now it’s like a habit. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t stop himself from calling you that. ‘Love.’ By that point, both you and him were conflicted. Was it sincerity or spite? Did he mean it? Hell, not even he knew. Unspoken questions that you shared. It was stupid, really. I mean, he wasn’t sure if he meant it when he called you love, but he hates you? It was ridiculous. You should know whether you hate someone or not. It was one of the easiest emotions to differentiate from love. So why was he struggling so much? It was evident that you were sworn enemies. So why did his heart double in size every time he was near you?
Your relationship… improved, to say the least. After a few months, you found yourselves hanging out a lot more. – not intentionally! Hobie just so happened to tag along with you whenever you hung out with pavitr, miles and gwen. That was it. You weren’t hanging out more on purpose! Until… eventually it was on purpose.
“I’m just saying!” you lifted your hands up in surrender. You, Miles, Gwen, Pav and Hobie were sat around on an abandoned rooftop in your world. It became a frequent ‘mandatory hangout spot’ that you took immense pride in. you were arguing with miles over something. Hobie was unsure what. He didn’t quite care. He wasn’t paying attention. The light from the setting-sun danced on your skin; making you look almost angelic. and he was absolutely mesmerized by you, to say the least. You were just - perfect. “Hobie? Are you even listening?” Miles asked. “Yeah, yeah. I am.” he cleared his throat, and readjusted his posture, sitting up straight. “Oh yeah? Then what were we talking about?” you joined in, sitting down next to him; your knees barely grazed against one another, but that didn't fail to make butterflies whirl around in your heart. “Y’were talkin’ 'bout uh-” he couldn’t bullshit his way out of this situation, because he wasn’t prepared for it. Luckily, he didn’t have to. “I know my company must be sooo boring but could you at least pretend to be having fun?” You joked, playfully shoving his knee with your hand. He scoffed at you, and ignored the feeling of his face slightly burning up at the sudden contact. -- or at least he tried.
“Well ‘ave you considered bein’ entertainin’?” you put a hand on your chest, feigning offense. “Are you saying I'm not entertaining?” He tried to hold back a small smile (he failed horribly). “ ‘s true though. You’re real borin’." he fake yawned. "Fallin’ asleep right now actually.” you scoffed at him. “Well you better wake the fuck up!” “Wha’ if I don’t?” you rolled your eyes at him. By this point, Pavitr couldn’t stop whispering to miles and gwen about the supposed 'tension between the both of you’. You half-smiled. “I’ll make you.” “Oh yeah? Go on. Make me.” Miles then broke up the situation, clearing his throat. You looked back at him, confused. “Let’s not forget about the children that are present.” Gwen said, giving you a knowing look. “What do you mean?” you asked, and Pavitr quickly chimed in.
“Don’t act so clueless! You were obviously flirting with each other!”
You were quick to jump up and defend yourself. “I was not flirting with him! He’s a prick!” he nodded at that.
 “I was.” hobie said - so casually. “What?” your head turned back to look at him. His face was the same as always; smug, yet relaxed. Handsome, even. wait what? “I was flirtin’ with ya.” he confessed. he looked right into your eyes as if he hadn’t said that. You were confused. Was he being serious?
Suddenly, it fell silent. No one uttered a word. They all just - stared at hobie; almost as shocked as you were. And then he burst into laughter. “Nah i’m jus’ takin’ the piss.'' A part of you was disappointed. Everyone shared a quick laugh at that. Admittedly, He was only partially telling the truth. While he was joking– hoping his unexpected response would make you angry–, a part of him was flirting with you. And a certain someone quickly figured that out.
After that moment, Pavitr made it his top priority to pester Hobie about you. Whether it be small comments like “Did you see that look she gave you? I’m telling you! It’s true love!”, or roughly elbowing him every time something slightly romantic happened between the both of you. He even found ways to make sure you and him had time alone together. He kept this up until eventually, hobie had enough of his shit and spoke out. “Pav, man! I don’t like ‘er! Jus’ step off o’that shite, yeah?” – of course, Pavitr does not stop. If anything, it made his teasing even worse. It became insufferable. No matter how many times Hobie insisted that he hated you, Pav could see right through him; he knew him better than he knew himself. But Hobie refused to listen to him. Because he didn’t love you. He knew it, you knew it, it was obvious.
It got to a point where Hobie stormed out of the room, in a fit of rage. He’d had enough of  the relentless teasing. – needed time alone. But, only ended up lost in his thoughts. It started off normally; he was annoyed at Pav, and then started thinking about all the things he was saying, which then evolved into him thinking about you. Yeah, you were pretty, brave, and hard-working. Not to mention you were always willing to help people. You put others before yourself. But that didn’t mean shit! He was just kind of really maybe a bit fond of you. That's all!
There’s no way he loved you! What he was feeling must've been some sort of hatred he wasn't familiar with, or at least that's what he told himself. His brain was just confusing him; distracting him. Was this a trick? Was he being brainwashed? Is that why he felt so lost without you around him? No. He didn’t love you. He just tolerated you a lot. You were manipulating him. You must’ve put a spell on him. Mhm. That was the only logical explanation as to why his heart fluttered at the sight of you! He grinned at the revelation. Now that he had it ‘figured out’, it was time to one-up you.
It was time to get revenge. He’d make you pay for being so fucking irresistible. 
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blastedcat0w0 · 7 months
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Everybody loves Eivor and Randvi...but Ciara and Eivor was so...*chef's kiss*
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wolfdrawer · 22 days
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I am in this deep!! No hold bars, the hyperfixation got me!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/54797524
Everyone, enjoy this fic and oh boy, depending on which one I finish next, the next fic is gonna hurt!
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sebastianshaw · 9 months
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The Bean Machine remains operational
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mycological-mariner · 4 months
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hey. Kissies for u + bowl 🍜 of lava
Hola. Mwuah + I made some ancho chilli last night, here’s a bowl of that
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aesadraws · 9 months
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Chapter 4 of Fidelitas is now live!
In which the Lesage brothers spend a day together and Dion has a surprise for Joshua.
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WIP Snippet - Zelink Week 'Healing' Prompt
Here's a snippet of my Zelink Week 2022 offering for the 'Healing' prompt so far. This snippet is sfw (rated T for some intense kissing), but there is nsfw to come in the complete fic. (Overlaps and extends a scene from Adventure Log+, but from Zelda's POV. This fic can stand alone, though).
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Link makes a half-dozen rapid nods in response, and she watches him raise his left arm, perhaps unconsciously, to touch the spot beneath his ribs where the Yiga’s arrow had struck two days earlier.  Zelda’d thought Mipha’s Grace had left no scar.
She’d been incorrect, hadn’t she?  Invisible scars may be felt even more keenly than those etched in flesh.  She’d said so herself before all this—and she knows Link so well.  If anyone in the castle is to sense the incorporeal hand of dread close upon them, it’s Link.  Does he feel as though he failed?  As though he might fail again?  He’d saved her and his sister—others, too.  To have given so of himself was no failure.
Zelda closes the space between them and runs her hands up his arms, his shoulders, attempting to keep him in the present, wondering what horrors are playing out against his eyelids.  She wills the warmth of her body, of her love for him, to soothe whatever ache had worked its way into his being.  His arms curl up her back and around her shoulders.  His chin finds its way into the crook of her neck and his nose into her hair, brushing against her ticklishly as he seeks to inhale as much of her scent as possible, but she saves the urge to giggle for later.  Instead, she infuses her affection for him into her voice, the press of her arms about his neck and shoulders, and says, “Remember, my extraordinary knight, we are together.  We keep each other safe.  It is unlikely anyone else in these walls means us harm, but even if they did it’s nigh on zero probability they would attempt to assault us here.”  A spark of rage against the infiltrators threatens to disrupt her grip, but she controls it—uses it—wills its metered release into her embrace to reassure, and not to alarm him.
He tightens his grip on her.  “What makes you say that?”
“Vayden didn’t try after the melee.  Too much risk of failure, I imagine.”  She avoids envisioning the scenario itself. Duplicating her knight’s anxious thoughts would not ease his recovery.  “And if he didn’t then, now is even riskier with my expanded guard.  This place is well-scrutinized, as you know, Sir Knight who knelt at my window,” she says with a fond smile.  He’d found the one place he could kiss her unobserved, but even he could not have reached it clandestinely.
She feels his smile shuffle her hair.  “Heh.  In wet grass.”
“Hmhmm.  I’m certain Farniha and Beraya noticed your wet knees.”
“Yeah.”
Zelda’s lips are perfectly placed to kiss the rearmost end of his jaw, just behind the joint and beneath the ear where the softness of his neck begins.  She turns in and presses fully into his contours so he’ll feel her in hard-to-reach places, spurring him toward forgetfulness.
She braces his face with one hand against the pressure as she crushes kiss after kiss to his jawbone, stepping-stones to his mouth.  He’s remarkably quiet despite the restlessness building in his grip on her shoulders—a testament to his accustomed exertion of willpower.  His lips open when she nudges them with her own and he jolts—she slides her hand to the base of his skull to balance the force of her mouth on his, and she gives in to her body’s demand to drive its speeding pulse, allowing herself to savor the feel of her lips catching against his.  She knows he likes a slow build, and she caresses his tongue with hers, sliding more powerfully with each shared breath and reaches for that point deep within his mouth at which he can never remain silent.  He moans as though she’s suctioned the sound from his chest, starting low but ending high and needy and she knows he would do anything she asks in this moment.  She can’t help but smile against him.
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Heart Shaped Box ♡
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