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Loophole (Zayne x F!Reader, 18+)

Summary: Zayne has an Evol flare-up while you’re visiting Snowcrest. You’re a good friend, so you help him out.

It doesn't mean anything if you don't move, right?

Rating: Explicit (Minors do NOT interact). Word Count: ~6800. Tags/Warnings: Female Pronouns and Anatomy for Reader, Reader is MC, Caretaking, Friends to Lovers, Inappropriate Doctor/Patient Relationship, Childhood Friends, Bickering, Cock Warming, First Time, Vaginal Sex, Photography, Unsafe Sex, Porn with Feelings, Switching. Post-chapter 4 spoilers. Read it on Ao3 Here!

“Let’s get you inside.”

The cold weather poses something of a threat to Zayne, you've realised.

He'd never admit such a thing, of course, but if he hadn't wanted you to make such an observation, he shouldn't have made it his responsibility to impose such an unexpectedly strong presence in your life.

A year ago, you barely knew him. To say he kept you at arms' length was an understatement, but with everything that's occurred in recent months — with such a void left in your life from the loss of Caleb and Grandma — and the ugly mysteries eclipsing once-happy memories — your doctor, of all people, is the one dedicating almost every minute of his time outside of work to trying to fill that void. It's not like he talks your ear off — he's Zayne, after all — but he makes a noticeable effort to make himself accessible to you whenever he can.

He's been a good friend to you at the sacrifice of his own comfort.

In the seven months that have passed since the explosion, you've had more exposure to Zayne than you've had any of your other friends. He rarely strays from his quiet stoicism, but it's far easier to read him. These days, you can't believe you once thought him intimidating. The softer aspects of his personality aren't offered willingly, but accidentally. A slip of the tongue here, a too-long stare at a community cat there, a smile he doesn't think you notice. He masks his requests for you to visit him in his overtime hours as nagging reminders for you to water the plants. He never asks you to bring him dinner, but there's always an extra seat pulled up at his desk when you arrive with it unannounced.

You’re sure he likes it well enough; getting to know you after all these years. You’re just not sold on how fond he is of you knowing him.

It shows stark on his typically taciturn features. Streetlamp light bounces off fluffy snow at all angles in the little village laneway, illuminating the man with an almost healthy glow as he walks stiffly beside you, right hand clutched against his side and his left doing all it can to keep from crushing the bones in yours.

“I’m fine.” He insists while you lead him up to the cabin, grimacing at a sudden chill of wind passing over the porch. There's a certain tone he uses when he's putting on the bedside manner. As a patient, you'd be soothed. As a friend, your patience wanes. He's not fine.

”I’ll get a fire going.” You mutter, ushering him inside. He tries amidst obvious pain to be gentlemanly, waiting for you to enter first, but a scowl on your part has him conceding defeat and ambling through the door. “Get in the shower. Can you turn it on by yourself?”

There’s no more warm light from the street in here. Dr. Noah likely would have fallen asleep hours ago, shortly after you’d left for dinner. Still, even in the dark, you can sense the irritation in him.

“You act like I’m frozen solid.” He retorts on his way to the bathroom, knowing better than to stick around despite the attempt to uphold his pride.

”Get your butt in the shower before I throw you in there myself.”

The warmer months gave you no initial reason to suspect anything, but as the weather worsened and temperatures dropped, Zayne began to feel more on-edge. You’d bore witness to his attacks in the past, but he was no more willing to share his condition with you beyond the odd occasion of being unable to switch it off after a battle. You knew what it looked like when his Evol was acting up. It almost caused a fight, the first time you asked about it. Then, when it became clear you weren’t simply going to leave him to his own devices whenever he was displaying the signs, Zayne steadily, reluctantly, began to let you assist. He couldn’t stand it — he still can��t, you’re sure — not playing caretaker for once, but the two of you found a rhythm; keeping an eye on his temperature, steering clear of fluctuations, little remedies that help him bounce back quicker when his Evol gets the better of him. It became second nature to you, like carrying an Epipen for a loved one at risk of anaphylaxis.

You won’t lie, though. It pisses you off. He’s a constant nag when it comes to your health regarding your heart condition, but there was no allowable mention of his condition when he brought you to Dr. Noah. Not that your opinion counts for anything, apparently, but what idiot cashes out his annual leave for an extended stay in a tundra when he's so prone to such reactions?

It had shocked you even more when your friend declared he’d be staying back for the foreseeable future, conducting research for the old man on a solo expedition on Mt. Eternal. Your friend — the one who'd taken it upon himself to be a stand-in for your lost family — alone, in the worst possible place he could be in his condition.

It was unthinkable.

Four weeks was your breaking point after you’d returned home without him.

Sure, he responded to your texts within seconds. Reception wasn’t good enough for calls, but he made sure to give you no logical reason to worry about him. It didn’t help. Once your dreams started to take the shape of him disappearing into the mountains, you cut your losses and decided to visit for the weekend.

Just as well, considering he’d been massaging his wrist in your periphery for the entirety of your first day. Still, he'd insisted on showing you around Snowcrest, spending as much time away from Dr. Noah's cabin as possible. You knew his tells. He was bordering on a flare-up and hiding it from you. Had he mentioned it and agreed to stay in tonight, you might not of had to drag him home with frost seeping out of his clothes and a foul mood. Instead, he chose to be proud about it.

Idiot.

God knows what could have happened to him if he hadn't come down from the mountain to spend the weekend with you.

He’d never let you get away with such stupidity, and it’s hard not to hold it against him. You came here out of worry in the first place, and the visit isn’t doing a thing to set your mind at ease.

You tend to rekindling the dimming embers in the fireplace, content to mind your business once you hear the shower turn on. At least he’s doing what he’s told.

The living room heats up steadily. New flames settle into a longer-lived glow. You get yourself changed into more suitable bed wear; a commandeered hoodie from your doctor’s medical school era, large enough to reach halfway to your knees. The frayed cuffs have since lost their elasticity and there are a few choice stains, and most condemning, the drawstrings have been chewed to tassels — but god, if it isn’t comfy. Time stretches on, and while the worry gnaws at the back of your mind, you leave Zayne to his privacy. So long as you don’t hear a thump, you’re content to imagine he’s probably just in there being mad at himself over not being the sensible one for once.

Zayne keeps himself locked away for the better part of an hour, in the end. Even Pie pads out into the living room to investigate what you’re doing up alone in the middle of the night before a scritch sends the fox on its way back to bed.

You’ve slid most of the way off the couch by the time the man emerges from his room in fresh pajamas. With your back to the rug, you watch him approach stiffly, slowing to a halt upside-down. He’s still rubbing at that wrist, you note.

“You’re still up.” He mutters, brow knitted in discomfort.

There’s frost on his neck. His lips are blue. It wasn’t even this bad when you were outside. A pit forms in your stomach.

Then, his wake hits you. Cold air, chilling you to the bone, and you sit up in a flash.

“Zayne—“

He silences you with a little hand motion, stepping around you to seat himself as close as he can to the fireplace.

“You’re half-frozen.” You continue when he offers you nothing else. Crawling onto the couch beside him, you reach up to tug at the collar of his sweater, trying to inspect the severity of the attack. “God, you should have said something.”

“I thought you were asleep.” He replies quietly. “I’ve seen — how much it takes to wake you-“

Zayne flinches from your touch when your fingertip skims his neck. The most aggressive warning to stay back that he can risk without waking his mentor. You ignore him, of course. You always do. Sitting close, you press yourself to his side on the couch, guiding his right arm between your thighs. Your fingers lace between his from both sides, covering as much surface area as possible as you use your body to fend off the cold.

A moment is all it takes to see some of the tension in his face disappear. He breathes through the pain, eyes closed, and you shift your gaze to the fireplace to give him his privacy with it.

”You’re in so much trouble when this passes.”

A short, sharp chuckle slips through Zayne’s teeth. He nods once. “I know.”

You sit together like this for a long while, letting him sap the heat from your body to combat the flare-up. If not for the fire, you’d be shivering. It takes time, but eventually Zayne’s breathing evens out. His face relaxes, bit by bit. His half-frozen arm feels just a little cold to the touch.

Neither of you part. Not just yet. There’s too much left unsaid, and Zayne takes far too much solace in quiet to make the first move.

You let your temple drop to his shoulder. “Snow village dates are nice, but most girls would say yes to ‘Go Fish’ and hot cocoa if it means their date makes it through the night.”

After a second, Zayne rests his head against yours.

He inhales.

He pauses.

Then…

“I wanted you to have a nice time. I didn’t think it through.”

…God, he’s such a sweet man. It’s not wonder he’s got you wrapped around his finger.

There’s such a sense of finality to the way he says it. You suppose it’s not necessarily a wrong way to think of it, but it’s not his fault. Sure, it’s your last night together for what may amount to months, and he was stupid enough to think he could get away with poking the bear, but you’d rather have him come home alive and well. Not a victim to his own Evol.

It doesn’t sit right with you to let it end like this. The moment he’s recovered, he’s going to insist you both go to sleep. You’ll take the guest bed, and he’ll take the pull-out trundle, and he’ll remain there, soundless with his back to you. In the morning, you’ll say your goodbyes, and that will be that. The next time you see him will probably be for a check-up, and he’ll spend the entirety of the ECG acting like you’re mere acquaintances again.

No, you’re not losing momentum.

You’re not sure if it’s warmth in general, or if it’s a reaction specific to you — through trust, or the Aether core — there’s just no telling. Zayne keeps his cards too close to his chest for you to ever be sure, but you do know for certain that you hold the quickest remedy. If it’s just warmth, he never lets anyone but you get close enough to supply it. If it’s trust, likewise. The Aether core? You’re the only one.

“What are you—“

Zayne stiffens when you climb into his lap. He winces in discontentment; at such an intimidate proximity, at the physical danger he still poses, at the feeling of your thighs astride his. He doesn’t look pleased in the slightest, but still, his knees shift together, offering you a more comfortable perch on which to explain yourself.

You can feel the cold still radiating from him, fighting his body to keep from regulating its own temperature. It’s unpleasant, the way the chill claws at you, reaching across the expanse of your front. The joints in your hands already ache just from holding his arm to your chest. It’s imaginable, what it must be like to host such an Evol. What it must be like to have your own flesh freeze from the inside-out on a whim.

“Not done keeping you warm.” You answer simply, making a conscious effort to keep your teeth from chattering for his sake. He’s exercising enormous restraint not flinging you off of him already. You shouldn’t push your luck by sending him into any more of a panic.

“It’s not safe for you to be this close.” Zayne protests.

“Then I’m making you safe.”

This time, a growl escapes him. Pain cuts his patience with your impudence short. “You’re going to get yourself hurt—“

Zayne’s words die in his throat when you drape yourself over him, chest to chest, arms languidly curling over his shoulders. He goes completely silent.

“Aren’t you always telling me you can control it, anyway?” You muse, relaxing into him, moulding yourself to his body. The white frost that blooms beneath his skin begins to fade from his throat, unable to contend with the warmth of your breath. “If you didn’t want me doing this you shouldn’t have shown me how well it works.”

“That was after the aid of a hot shower.” Zayne argues. His logic might apply for that aborted attempt at an early-morning hike, but it falls flat tonight. “I was trying to warm up after the shower.”

Yeah, look how well that turned out. He’s as bad at lying as you are.

“So you’re saying I ought to have—“

“That’s not what I’m saying.”

“If it’s not helping, Zayne, tell me.”

“…It’s helping.” He mutters.

You declare your victory with a hum, tucking your face into the collar of his sweater.

Even his scent is cold, somehow.

Beneath you, Zayne shifts, conceding defeat. You feel his lips ghost the side of your head. Considering — then retreating from a kiss — opting instead to rest his chin on you. His affected arm remains wedged between you, while his free hand comes to rest on your waist.

Minutes pass. Zayne’s breathing steadies to a resting rhythm. Eventually, the ice retreats into his flesh, disappearing with only a lingering chill. It shifts, marking the man’s return to normal, but he doesn’t announce anything. Instead, he tugs his arm out, only to wrap around you, surrendering to the moment.

“Do you have plans, while I’m away?” He asks.

“Tara’s been looking at the blank spots on my calendar, so I’ve probably got things on without knowing, yet.”

“Blank spots.”

”Yeah. Some of us have those.”

”Sounds like you don’t know what to do with yourself without me.”

“Please. I won’t have to worry about you bullying me. Maybe, y’know, I’ll do just fine without you.”

A chuckle escapes him. Tentatively, he toys with the fabric of your hoodie. “You’re not going to wash this at all, are you.”

Heat climbs up your neck at the suggestion. Of all the night clothes you had to bring, why did it have to be something you’d stolen from him?

You’re no coward. You rise to challenge. “Can’t miss you when it feels like I’ve got you with me.”

“I know you’ll miss me,” Zayne retorts, and wow, he’s really angling for a comeback after having you subject him to being taken care of, “But that’s no excuse for poor hygiene.”

“Poor hygiene—!”

You lean back to glower at the man, only to find him smirking up at you.

“I’ve half a mind to expect to find you asleep on the platform when the train pulls in, simply because you were too excited to wait at home for me to drop by.”

Your ears are positively scalding. You feel yourself shrinking, suddenly not so confident taking up as much space in the room. How does he have you so well figured out? Are you really that much of an open book? Compared to him, sure, but you’d hoped you carried a little more mystery about you than sitting on a station platform for a quasi-boyfriend-without-benefits like a dog.

Even if that is the case — does he really have to rub it in your face?

He can’t get away with this.

Speaking plainly, Zayne’s warmed up plenty. There’s no real reason for either of you to remain this close, and yet — despite lauding himself as the rational half of this friendship, his arms almost keep you from moving any further away.

His expression doesn’t falter with your silence, remaining ever-undisturbed. It unnerves you. His smiles never last more than a second, and you can count on one hand the amount of times he’s looked you in the eye with a pleasant face on. He’s on a power trip. If you don’t cut him down right this second he’ll go nuclear. He’ll leave you hanging with a ‘goodnight’ and a kiss on the forehead and you’ll both never speak of tonight again.

This is it. This is the last straw. Tonight, you leave him hanging.

“You want me to miss you so fucking bad, huh?” You accuse him, tapping a finger to your chin as you pretend to wonder. His eyebrow ticks. “Is that what you’re into? Man, you medical staff are all so power hungry.”

Zayne looks thoughtful for a moment. A thumb idly traces back and forth along your skin, barely tucked beneath your hoodie. It’s such a cautious touch. You wish he wasn’t just all talk. “Perhaps you’re easier to deal with when one considers you might actually like getting bossed around.”

There’s no hiding the erection that sits wedged between you. There’s no ignoring the heat that pools in your core every time it strains against your cunt, blocked only by his sweatpants and your underwear.

There’s no way he can’t feel your heart beat throbbing against him.

And yet — he pretends not to be taking part in any of it.

You think about it for a moment.

Then, you roll your hips forward, slowly, gently. Your nerves spark as your clit finds the pressure it needs against the underside of his cock.

It takes everything in your power to keep from doing it again.

A tiny shiver makes its way out of Zayne. Frustration, perhaps. You angle a knowing little smile at him, and his throat bobs. He knows he’s been caught.

Checkmate.

“Doctor Zayne, are you getting off on this?” You ask, and his face flushes scarlet. His eyes widen, caught off-guard by you finally crossing the threshold.

”I…don’t know what you’re talking about.” He answers lamely, pointedly avoiding looking down.

“You are!”

“Not so loud. It’s n-… it’s nothing.” He insists in a hushed voice, shooting a look over your shoulder before he’s satisfied that the coast is clear of anyone who might be privy to what the two of you are doing. “Just a biological reaction to stimuli.”

“Which stimuli?” You ask, feigning curiosity. “The cuddling, or this?”

To stress your point, you do it again, biting back the swell of enjoyment at the way his lips part of their own accord. A little hum spills forth, and his own hips chase the motion, just for a second, before he halts.

“Please.” Zayne murmurs, moving to hold you still. Inching you back onto his thighs, condemning himself to reveal two little damp patches. One where the grey fleece of his sweatpants pulls most taut. The other a little lower, where you’ve been rubbing your cunt along his clothed shaft.

“You need to learn when you’ve teased enough.”

What — fall back? Now? When all your nerves are alight?

Your tongue wets your lips as you take in the sight of him. Well on his way to wrecked, but not quite there. His expression remains otherwise impassive, but his pupils are far too blown to help him maintain the facade.

“You’re one to talk. Can’t hack it when it’s not you in charge?” You challenge him. “You’re not usually one to shy away from uncharted territory.”

You can’t help but reach out, itching to touch him. Fingertips smooth along his length, feather-light from the bottom up. His cock twitches when you reach the tip, begging for more.

“Ah—“ Long fingers snatch at your wrist, holding you fast. “Try no man’s land.”

“It’s nothing.” You assure him. “You said it yourself.”

Nothing. No different to how he so often strays into treating you, with all his dates and touches. Nothing, midday naps and linking your pinky-fingers as you walk together. Nothing, like the spare clothes you both reserve a drawer for.

“Just warming you up. That’s all.”

Zayne’s chest expands. His gaze fixes on your fingertips curling insistently at his waistband despite his grip keeping you at bay. “That’s all.”

Disbelief? Determination? Disappointment? You’re not familiar enough with how each of these sound in his throat to properly identify it, but Zayne’s grip on your wrist releases nonetheless. He opts to help you make more comfortable work of his track pants, pushing them down just a little to allow you easier access. There’s no presence of approval at how greedy you are about it, pawing and snatching at your prize while he tries to remain nonchalant.

You do try to give him the dignity of privacy by not looking down when he settles and you finally wrap both hands around his cock. He’s already indignant as it is, and the rumble that vibrates deep in his chest as your fingers close around him isn’t helping.

Oh — maybe just a little tease.

“Hey.” You chide, grinning. His eyes crack open, just enough to narrow at you. “Don’t make it weird. I’m a professional.”

It earns you a scoff. Zayne’s fingers, settled on your thighs, give a retaliatory squeeze, thumbs pressing just hard enough into your adductors to skirt on discomfort. He watches you tense at the feeling, and sensing an opportunity to shift the attention back off himself, decides to squeeze harder.

You finally flinch with an “Ow!”, and the man smiles to himself. Mission accomplished. He lets go.

”You’re the professional? How many surgeries have you performed?”

”How many have you performed?”

”…A lot, genius.”

“Didn’t you tell me that some of your worst patients are doctors themselves?”

“Your point being?”

There’s no point — at least not in arguing with him. He’s only trying to distract you. You shift over him, and his attitude dissolves. He leans back, maintaining as much distance as he can — or perhaps to watch, as you tug your underwear to the side — line yourself up — and sink down onto his cock.

Zayne’s chest expands, but he makes no noise. His eyes close. His lips part. A minor crease forms between his eyebrows. It might as well be a sob. You’d use such a reaction against him if you weren’t more concerned with suppressing your own, lest he catch you out. Your cunt burns from the sudden, full intrusion, and his diverted attention gives you the moment you need to grow accustomed to it.

Once you’ve gotten over the initial shock of the feeling, you brush any intrusive thoughts aside. It doesn’t matter if he’s one of your oldest and closest friends. It doesn’t matter if he’s your doctor. You were already squarely planted in conflict-of-interest territory the moment he took you on as a patient.

You try to ignore your own desire. Your body catches up with your actions quickly, igniting touch-starved nerves that you’ve long-fantasised him satisfying. Heat builds inside you at a nervous system realising you’re finally giving it what it wants, and it only screams for more. Of course you’ve wanted Zayne. You adore him, but he’s not the kind of man who could balance a friendship with benefits; if anything, he finds a way to be the inverse of such a thing. He gives you everything in the way of a relationship except sex, and with him steering so clear of crossing that boundary with you, you have to tread carefully.

As much as you want to, this is delicate.

“My point is: zip it and let me take care of you.” You manage.

Besides, its not like you’re actually having sex with him. He’s continually pushing the boundaries of platonic with all his touches and hugs anyway. It’s not like he has a leg to stand on if he wants to protest what sitting on his cock might mean for your relationship. Hell, this isn’t even the first time he’s been hard when you’ve had his hips pinned down with your own.

If anything, you’re doing the guy a favour by taking the responsibility off him to go this far.

Zayne doesn’t bounce back as quickly as you do. His eyes remain scrunched shut, his core engaged beneath your palms as you brace your weight to settle into a more comfortable position in his lap. He looks worried. Apprehensive.

“Doctor Zayne?” Concern begins to creep in, just a little. “Okay, you can say something now.”

“Please,” He grits between his teeth, and relief floods your body as some semblance of calm returns to his expression, “Don’t call me that — like this.”

“Like what? I’m just warming you up, remember?” You offer a smile when he opens one eye, mood shifting to quizzical.

“You’re so immature. And for the record, this constitutes malpractice. You’re a terrible doctor.”

”Trust the process.”

”Fine. What’s the course of treatment?”

“Nothing.”

You can’t help but chuckle at such quiet outrage. It’s getting easier to read him. Relaxing against his front, you ignore a little gasp on his part to loop your arms around his neck again. Dishonest pretences be damned, this really is doing the trick. “All you need to do is stay still.”

Zayne weighs up his options for only a moment before giving in. His arms slip around your waist. His chin hooks over your shoulder, just barely nuzzling into the crook of your neck. He’s breathing in your scent, and the following exhale into your skin has you stifling a shiver.

Then, there’s a flex within you.

“Hey!” You choke, “I said stay still back there!”

“Quiet down. It was only a reflex.” Zayne defends, a little too cavalier to fly under the radar. “Besides, I’m not the one squirming.”

“I’m just getting comfortable. Your hips are pointy.”

Zayne’s hips slot up into yours, and the feel of him nudging just a little deeper has your eyes stinging. You fail to stifle a little squeak, and you’re shushed for it immediately.

“Just getting comfortable.” Zayne’s words lick at your ear, and the sound of him sends shivers through you, pooling between your legs, pleading with you to satisfy the ever-nagging want to start riding him. “You’re like a vice.”

He has to know how much of an effect he has on you. There’s no way he doesn’t.

You don’t respond to his attitude — however, the condemning, responding, constricting of your insides around his cock surely doesn’t go unnoticed, and with a hollow breath, he lifts you, just a little, enough to draw back and push back in. He’s slow about it; infuriatingly so, almost like if he inches in and out at enough of creeping pace you’ll either not bother to be strict with him, or you’ll simply abandon your own rules in favour of crossing the boundary he’s silently begging you to cross for him.

No. He’s not getting the upper hand here. Not when he gets to pretend all his little actions are forgettable. Platonic. Accidental. Misunderstood. There’s only so many times a guy can subtly grind on someone during a spooning session and claim ignorance when called out about it.

You lock your feet beneath his knees, and sink down onto him, hard. Pleasure blooms. Your cunt aches for more. A sharp breath escapes Zayne, threatening to blossom into an appreciative groan that would only serve to tempt you without your hand clapping over his mouth and a ‘shh!’.

“You can keep still, or this stops.” You announce in a whisper, and he watches you defiantly from behind your hand.

Zayne’s gaze eventually breaks away from yours. Conceding. For now, at least. You lower your hand from his mouth, and relax, reaching across the cushion to pluck your phone from the couch and check your messages.

Already, he’s bothered by your lack of undivided attention.

“You’re on your phone.” He huffs.

“I’m not rewarding your behaviour.” You reply simply.

“You’re not implying that behaving differently would warrant a reward, are you?”

That’s for him to figure out.

You shift your weight maybe just a little more than you need to, indulging in the feeling of his cock shift with you, within you, pressing insistently against that one spot that almost has your constitution coming apart at the seams. Zayne trembles momentarily beneath you, swallowing hard. He’s keeping his cool well enough, but as you settle into the new angle, no longer moving, his frustration makes itself known with another twitch inside you.

If he keeps doing that, you’re not sure you can hold out.

“You really think this is helping?” He asks, voice tight.

“You don’t believe me?” You pout, tapping your home screen and opening your camera app. “Fine, let the expert see for himself.”

Switching to selfie cam, you watch as the man glances at his image on the screen for half a second, before tearing his gaze away. Not a shocker, you reason. He’s probably never seen himself with a hair out of place. Flushed cheeks and dilated pupils? You might as well have shown him a traffic collision.

“Aw, come on. Look how much colour’s come back to your face.”

Zayne musters the courage to look up, but not at the phone. His eyes narrow at you. Accusatory. “I’m not interested in giving you blackmail material.”

“What? Get real. There’s nothing incriminating going on. Especially not when you angle it like this.” You switch on a filter and lean down into the man. “See?”

Curiosity gets the better of him, and his head tilts to get a better look at whatever scheme you’re cooking up. On the screen, both your flushed faces smooth out, blushing perfectly. Cat ears and whiskers. Cheek to cheek. Just another one of your countless selfies with completely platonic friends.

You take the shot. The shutter clicks.

“Cute.” Zayne mutters drily.

“You think so?”

“Only how much fun you seem to be having of it.”

Your brow knits. “Oh yeah? All right, stick in the mud, you take over.”

He gives too much away at that response. His long fingers immediately slip over your hips. He’s readying to flip you onto your back before he notices you’re holding the phone out to him. Then, knowing he’s shown his hand, he has no choice but to recover his pride.

Much to your chagrin, Zayne plucks the phone from your hand, aborting whatever miraculous step he’d been about to take. A corner of his mouth ticks, minutely. He angles your phone away from you, tapping and swiping. His own phone buzzes. Then, he casts the device at the other end of the couch, out of your reach. “I think it’s getting a bit late for screens.” He murmurs. Fingers smooth up and over the swell of your hips. His long arms uncoil from your waist, releasing you as he leans back. Leaving you with a lonesome chill. “And you ought to be going to bed.”

Is that…rejection? Has he just been humouring you up until this point?

You tilt your head. “I’m sorry. Is this not okay?”

“This is fine.”

He looks at the fireplace. Stoic as ever.

“Then what?” You frown.

He doesn’t respond.

Your throat runs dry. Dread creeps up through your heart.

“Hey. Talk to me.” You urge, smoothing your fingers along his jaw, and he leans into your palm.

Seconds pass. Zayne finally regards you again. There’s an acknowledging incline of his head — almost a polite bow. A pre-emptive apology for what he’s about to say.

“What happens after this?” He asks. “Do we part ways at the train station in the morning and the next time we see each other, it’ll be as doctor and patient?”

Oh.

“Is that what we are to you?” You ask, not entirely sure if you want to know.

He dodges the question the best way he knows how: with rationality. “I feel that if that scenario is what you want, we should say goodnight. My understanding of our relationship won’t change, I promise you, but if this goes further, at least one of us is going to feel differently. It would be better if there were no misunderstandings between us.”

Something tightens in your chest. Something dreadful and lovely all the same, anxiety and anticipation at the prospect of a tipping point, at least before saying goodbye. Trust Zayne, of course, to turn to smoke and mirrors when it comes to a confession of feelings, but you’ve known him long enough to see how far out of his comfort zone all of this is.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” You ask, aborting an attempt on his part to avert his gaze with a finger beneath his chin.

His expression remains inexplicable. Then, there’s that little tilt of his head. The quirk of an eyebrow. “Your assumption is correct.”

The apprehension that’s been building in the back of your mind disperses the moment he says it. Your resolve all but disappears. “My understanding,” You begin, reaching up to cup your hand over the other side of his face, “is that I’ve wanted you ever since I walked into that restaurant last year.”

Zayne doesn’t hesitate. His mouth finds yours in a heartbeat. Previously unsure hands pull you against him, locking you in his embrace. He’s so awfully gentle about it all despite your combined strength. Such a gentleman. It comes as no surprise that he shudders at the intrusion of your tongue past his lips — what does surprise you is how quickly he catches up to your pace. Inviting you in. Slipping an arm lower to brace your weight, and you feel yourself being pulled up off of his cock, just until only the head remains at your entrance.

The loss of him has you incensed. He keeps you from sinking back down, and your protesting whines are suffocated with another kiss. All he’s left you with to express yourself is your hands, and you seize the opportunity, combing your fingers through his hair and tugging, just slightly at the roots.

He breaks away with a little noise. Not pained, but shocked. Another one of his spots, you reason, and he’s just as displeased that you’ve found it.

“You don’t know when to quit.” Zayne pants. His fringe dusts your forehead. “What — what were we saying about bad behaviour going unrewarded?”

You’re too mindless right now to play any games. There’s no more thrill of the build that you can handle. Not after this long.

You break, instantly.

“Please —“ You whimper, almost trembling in his grip, trying in vain to take him back in again. “Zayne, I need it — please—“

Zayne relents right away. He gives you what you want, lowering you, burying himself in you to the hilt. Then he lifts you again, building into a steady rhythm.

”You’re so — you’re so frustrating.” He manages between kisses. “Should’ve told me this is all it takes for you to do as you’re told.”

More. You need more. Heavenly as it is, it’s not enough, just having him in you. You push back, and Zayne takes the hint. He’s said his piece. He lets you take the lead again without a fight, admiring the view as you roll onto the balls of your feet, gripping the back of the couch to keep yourself stable. The new angle feels deeper, each stroke rolling drifting sharply over your nerves as he brushes that spot inside you. It takes a moment for Zayne to kick into gear, brain short-circuiting as he watches you squat on his cock, taking what you need from him. Then, he leaves you to support your own weight. Fingers wrench at the front of your hoodie, yanking it up to your sternum, and his tongue sweeps a nipple. In the time it takes for you to react, his other hand has snaked between you, between your legs. His thumb rolls over your clit just as he latches onto your nipple and sucks. The keen barely escapes your lips before Zayne’s hand claps over your mouth, continuing his assault.

It goes from too little to too much. It creeps up on you so fast, so suddenly, and there’s nothing you can do but ride through it. A muffled hum is all the warning you can give him. Your pace staggers as the burn in your thighs catches up to you, but Zayne only goes faster, rubbing merciless little circles into your nerves. His hips roll up into you, compensating as best he can for your loss of control. Finally, the band snaps, and you sob against his hand, spasming around him, tears pricking at your eyes with the intensity of it all. You go positively boneless, and Zayne breaks away just enough to let you collapse into his chest as he carries you through it, breaths quickening as the lingering spasms of your orgasm invoke his own.

“Fuck, I’m—“ He barely stammers, releasing you only to coil his arms around your torso again, readying to pull out.

“Not going anywhere.” You promise, clinging to him. Your fingers comb through his hair, tugging again, and a whimper dies in Zayne’s throat. He buries his face into the crook of your neck. His hips roll up into you once, twice, thrice more, and then he goes still. Buried in you to the hilt as he tips into oblivion.

He’s so subtle about it that you barely even realise he’s coming. Maybe it’s the effort not to wake Dr. Noah. Maybe it’s like this every time. Having him hold you with such desperate reverence while he does his best not to judder in stark contrast to to the feeling of him pulsing within you, you reason you’d like to find out. He hides his face from you throughout, only pulling his forehead from your clavicle when the aftershocks have come and gone.

Zayne looks lovelier than ever like this — coming out of a blissful haze, gazing up at you with cautious adoration. His focus flickers between your eyes and your lips. His chest expands and collapses like he’s like a 5-miler, but his breaths are smooth.

Even now, he’s trying to maintain a cool composure.

“Forgive me.” He mutters, not quite meeting your eye.

Your head tilts. Chasing him. “Huh? Why?”

“I exercised poor judgement. That was rotten of me. I should have known better, given I’ve never prescribed birth control to you.”

“You really think I’d come to you for birth control?” You snort.

Zayne’s brow creases. An incredulous look totally undermined by how positively wrecked he looks right now. “I am your physician. Or has your other doctor friend decided to become real after all?”

Your fingers comb through his hair again. Despite a pleasant sigh on his part at the sensation, his expression remains steeled.

“Hey.” You finally manage to capture his gaze, only for any tells to evaporate. “Could you tell me something?”

“I’ll do my best.”

“Are you more jealous that I might have had sex with someone who wasn’t you, or that I might have gone to another doctor?”

Zayne considers his answer for a long moment. His head tilts in that particular way it does when he has to make a decision, eyeing you expectantly. Punishment for daring to push him out of his comfort zone.

He presses a hand to your forehead.

A thoughtful hum escapes him.

“Curious. Your temperature’s dropping. On second thought, you should stay another day so I can observe you.”

“You’re avoiding the question!”

“Here. I’ll keep you warm. You can install those camera filters on my phone to pass the time.”

#zayne love and deepspace #li shen #zayne x reader #love and deepspace fanfiction #vas fics

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dawnbreakersgaze · 26 days

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NOPE

NO THANK YOU

I don't like the way those are lining up AT ALL.

"Broken free of the shackles of natural law"

We've heard/seen Zayne be referenced as "shackled" at least 3 times before at this point. By Raymond, by the 'Narrator' ("remains shackled to time"), and in reference to the Foreseer myth. This makes the 4th. I genuinely hurt every single time the story so heavy handidly reminds me that Zayne really is a dog on a chain. The Foreseer robes even have a LITERAL collar of thorns over the neck of it ffs. It's painful to watch at this point and it breaks my heart.

"Why persuade Zayne? What he really needs is a pair of hands. Ones that can carry out God's mission and allow for God's descent."

Between this, and the one below of-

"At least he has another option. His last one"

I'm torn on which one is referencing Astra. On one hand, Astra really could be a modern made "God". An elevated man of great power, someone Zayne turned to in his 11th hour to try and save MC (though we all know how that turned out, unfortunately). It would seem that Xander Sciences is playing at God, and if we know anything about the sci-fi scene, it's that human experimentation ALWAYS ends up going ~soooo well~ and nothing ever goes wrong there 👀

On the other hand, the "last option" really gets my gut feeling going. My theorist brain is telling me Zayne is gonna go full Warlock pact and make a deal with an entity in exchange for MC's life. Only it's gonna go tits up and be a Fey pact, and because we all know how MC and he end up, clearly Zayne did NOT read the fine print (or more likely, Zayne thought he could out maneuver the rules). Ever since I read the Mt Eternal anecdote and realized the Tower and Mt Eternal are in the same location, I could not shake the feeling that Zayne already has made contact with whatever "Astra" is. Be it a very powerful person, an actual God, or someone else entirely different (like another time traveler, such as Xavier and the backtrackers). We know he's traveling back there multiple times by himself, conducting research of an unknown variety, that only he and Dr. Noah are privy to. I'm just saying if ever there was a cover up for having contact with a supernatural being/aliens/a God, that's a really fucking good one.

Whatever it is, this new lore drop has really really spelled out in big bold letters, that Zayne is thought of as a tool by a LOT of people. Xander Sciences, Astra, even the Dean of the medical academy had a moment there. My poor man even thinks of himself as a tool, one that is meant to save MC (from himself he even says at one point 😭😭😭 like oh my God Zayne stoppppp). He literally considers himself expendable so long as he saves her. Once he's done his job and secured her future, even if that means passing on the ability to save her to someone else, he's fine laying down his life for that.

And that's seriously the saddest part of this whole fucking game imo.

#lnds #love and deepspace #zayne #lads #l&ds #love & deepspace #zayne love and deepspace #love and deepspace zayne #lore and theories #i'll revisit this tomorrow but it's 4 am and my brain is buzzing with way too much information #i need to re-read everything 10× to make sure im understanding it all ACK

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whatisreggieshortfor · 2 years

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See Him As a Friend

Here’s a fluffy take on the lie detector test for @litgwritersroom’s prompt.

Bobby x MC

When Lucas read off the text about the lie detector, you could see how nervous the other Islanders got. You couldn’t understand why. This late in the show, they should trust who they’re with or they shouldn’t be with them. You figured it was that simple. Bobby was an open book to you.

Of course when you said as much to the other girls, Lottie had things to say. “Did you forget that he was called a player in the Mean Tweets challenge?”

“Did you forget you didn’t come out of that challenge looking too good either?” You argued, and there was beat of silence as Lottie clearly tried to come up with a retort.

But Marisol cut in, the only girl that never wavered from your side, “Let’s be honest for a minute though, Bobby has only ever had eyes on her. Even when I was in the friendship couple with him, it was obvious where his heart was. I think he was more worried about one of the other boys winning you over than anything else.”

“Same here.” Hope offered, though she clearly wasn’t sure if she really wanted to step in Lottie’s signature drama again, “I’ll always be thankful he saved me from getting dumped so Noah and I could be together, but I can’t see him having eyes for anyone else. In here or out there.”

Chelsea giggled to herself, clearly not sensing the tense air, “You guys should’ve seen his Beach Hut confessions! Literally every single one, no fail. Always Y/N. It was how I knew I’d get on with the two of them so well!” God, you loved your Bra.

You watched with the other Islanders as Gary was mercilessly torn apart by Lottie’s questions, and Bobby looked like he felt terrible just for needing to read them out. You asked Hannah questions for Lucas, and he went miles easier on her in comparison, which wasn’t much of a surprise since they’d only been together for a few days. Noah asked Gary’s questions for Lottie, and you could see the blonde girl feel remorse when his were easy. And it kept going, Lottie asking Jo the questions. Lucas asking Hope. Hannah asking Henrik. Ibrahim asking Chelsea. Henrik asking Ibrahim.

Until eventually, Gary was reading your questions to Bobby. “First question to make sure it’s still functioning like we haven’t been doing this for over a half hour, is your first name Robert?”

Bobby snorted, “Yup.”

Ding.

“Perfect. Okay. First question from Y/N- oh wait hold up this one has a note from Marisol written on the side, am I allowed to read that?” No one from the production team stopped him, so Gary shrugged, “It says ‘I bet you can guess who made her ask this question in under three seconds, and if you get it right I will finally try your hot chocolate.’”

You shared a conspiratorial smile with the law student beside you as Bobby laughed, “Now I’m very intrigued.”

Gary made a big show of clearing his throat, “In the Mean Tweets challenge,” You could already feel Lottie’s glare on you, “Would you consider the one about you being a player to be true?”

“Naw, no way. But nice question, Lottie.” Marisol laughed brazenly beside you as you snickered, waiting until the machine dinged it was the truth.

“Very nice, Bobble. It doesn’t say who the question came from, so I guess when you go out there they’ll tell you if you got it right. Next question, who else in the Villa did you feel a spark with?” Gary looked interested in the answer, but Bobby just grinned at him.

“Nobody.” Ding.

“Not a single girl caught your fancy?” Gary asked, mouth gaping like a fish.

Bobby shook his head, “Nope. Been Y/N for me since day one.”

“Class act, Bobs. Last question, and probably the easiest for you. Ready?”

“Fire away, Gareth.”

“What’s your favorite thing about Y/N?”

“Her butt.” Beeeeeeep.

Gary gasped, “That’s a lie, Bobby!”

“Okay, okay! But the real answer is cheesier.” The Scottish boy grinned, totally unbothered, “Definitely her laugh. Not only is it lovely, but it means my jokes are landing.” Ding.

As soon as he walked out, Bobby planted a big kiss on your cheek, “Had to go makin’ me sound like a melt, didn’t ya, lass?”

You giggled, pressing your lips to his briefly, “Act like you don’t melt for me all the time. Might as well be a popsicle in the sun.” He chuckled as he pulled you into a cuddle.

“So…” he tried to look nonchalant but his eyes were sparkling with mischief, “Did I get it right? Was it Lottie?”

“Yes.” You, Marisol, and Chelsea chirped in unison.

Bobby pumped his fist into the air, “Soon as this is over, I’m making that hot chocolate, Marisol!” You pouted but he just tickled you, “I’ll make you one, too, babe. I’ll always make you some.” You beamed, giggling when the other Islanders voiced their own requests for a cup.

Eventually it was your turn, and you followed Chelsea into the Hideaway. Once you were hooked up, she giggled, “It doesn’t actually give me a starter question. Should I do an obvious one? Like who your best girlfriend is in the Villa? Or a crazy one like were you born in a field?”

You snorted, “I’ll answer both. My best bra is you, Chels. Though Marisol is a close second. And I actually was not born in a field, but my mom has said I was almost born in a barn.” The machine dinged twice in rapid fire.

“Oh! Both true! Though now I wanna hear the barn story…”

“Later, babes.” You grinned, “I promise.” The machine dinged true again and Chelsea clapped her hands before grabbing the question cards.

“Alrighty, babes! Bobby’s first question is…do you genuinely think he’s funny?”

You didn’t even hesitate, “Of course. Funniest person I’ve ever met.” Ding. “His pranks could use some workshopping though.” You winked at the camera as the machine beeped angrily.

Chelsea gasped, hand flying up to her mouth, “You lied! You don’t think his pranks need work.”

You shrugged, still smiling, “Like I said, funniest person.”

“Okay, time for number two!” Chelsea beamed, she made you even more relaxed than you already were about answering these, “Do you still see Bobby as a friend?”

You pursed your lips, contemplating the question in its entirety, “Am I allowed to give an explanation to my answer?” A producer off to the side nodded to you. Back in the observation room, Bobby looked instantly panicked, even as Gary told him he had nothing to worry about. “Okay. Do I see Bobby as a friend? Yes.” Ding. “And I know Bobby, I know that answer is sending him spiraling down a rabbit hole, so Gary! You better make sure he’s paying attention!” Both of their heads snapped to the screen as you cleared your throat. You continued seriously, but your smile never left, “From day one, Bobby has made me feel comfortable. Literally. He was willing to sleep on the daybeds if I didn’t feel up to sharing the bed, and he always knows what to do when something goes wrong. He’s not just my best friend-“ Chelsea grunted, and you amended, “He’s not just my best male friend, he’s my person. When I need a laugh, he always has a joke ready. When I need to cry, he’s offering his shoulder. He’s there to relax, he’s there to goof around, he’s there for the drama, and he’s been there for every moment between them. So yeah, he’s my best friend. But he’s more than that, too.”

Chelsea leaned forward, watching the machine anxiously, and when the sound came out and the light came on, she was already shouting, “That was the truth! Aw, babes, that was beautiful. Keep it in mind for this last one. It’s the biggest.” Your eyes widened, what could be bigger than he’s biggest insecurity about being here? Chelsea held the card up, covering her face because she knew your answer would make her happy cry, “If Bobby told you he loved you, would you be able to say it back and mean it?”

“Absolutely.” Not even a second of time between the end of the question and your answer, and the responding ding reverberated through the air as Chelsea started fanning her eyes.

“Dammit babes! I knew I’d cry!”

Making your way out with Chelsea, you suddenly had the air knocked from your lungs as a body collided with yours, picking you up and sweeping you through the air. Once your feet were back on solid ground, you met Bobby’s teary eyes, “Lass,” his voice was breathy, almost filled with the laughter you loved so much, “Y/N, I-“

You slapped a hand over his mouth, shaking your head at his confusion, eyes darting around to the very visibly interested Islanders that weren’t even pretending to look away, “Not right now. Not in front of everyone. I want it to be a moment for us.”

His eyes somehow softened even more, and he slowly pulled your hand away, “Okay, lass. I’ll leave it up to you then.”

The next morning, the two of you were having an early breakfast while the other Islanders took a lie in. Just watching the sun rise, enjoying pastries Bobby took the extra care to make for everyone, his fingers on one hand drawing lazy circles on your thighs as you relaxed in the beanbags together with your legs thrown in his lap. “Hey, Bobble?”

He hummed, eyes peeking open to take a glance at you, watching the barely hidden excitement that was practically rolling off of you. “What’s up? You get a text or something?”

Shaking your head, you gave him a gentle smile, “I love you, Bobby.”

His face went blank, mouth falling open, before his lips stretched into his widest smile as he tugged you closer by the waist, punctuating each word with a kiss to your face, “I-“ your cheek, “love-“ your forehead, “you-“ your nose. “I love you, lass.” Finally your lips.

Masterlist

#litg bobby #litg season 2 #litg fanfic #litg Bobby x mc #lie detector #just fluff #let Bobby have his love #boy is always stuck in friendship couples

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itlivesproject · 1 year

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*SPOILERS* Any wise words for someone who is struggling to like Amalia?? She really grinds my gears on a personal lvl, i do appreciate her character and role within the narrative thats *chefs kiss* but shes so pushy 😭😭😭 like girly no one is stopping u from doing lawyer things without me! And then when she got deleted from the UoO system she really struggled to see the big picture??? If we know the Power deleted her, why does she insist on doing things in a normal capacity???

I hope this made sense and didnt come off to rambly, despite my grieviences with Amalia I wouldnt delete her from the game or anything, i do like what she represents and honestly this enitre game is just the best thing to occur this year!

Here are some wise words. Also, I did not intend for this to be so long 😅

Consider things from Amalia's perspective. Although we are playing as the mc, rowan (i'm gonna call them that in this response) is not the center of the universe and everything Amalia does for them, she doesn't have to. Ro begged Amalia to join them in hunting monsters and terrifying dogs and she hesitated a grand total of like three seconds before giving in. At the beginning of the game, Amalia (whose school literally starts in less than a week) is sacrificing her time to help Ro get settled in for school, find an apartment, and basically taking care of all the practical things that Ro would genuinely forget about if left to themselves. She gives up her summers (which she could spend working or studying or taking extra courses) to help Ro on their personal vendetta against power creatures, and consistently puts her life on the line for Ro. So when you consider her being pushy or perhaps selfish for worrying about her future and wanting Ro's support for once... maybe think about all the times she's supported you first.

You must understand just how important Amalia's future is to her. Aside from Rowan and her family, her goals and ambitions are the most important thing in her life for a few reasons. One, she feels like she can make a difference in peoples' lives and needs to do so. Two, she wants to make her parents' sacrifices worth it and make something great of herself. Three, she doesn't want to have to depend on anyone, she wants to be fully independent and take care of herself so she can help take of others. Like I love Noah but mans completely depends on Connor for his survival lol. Amalia doesn't want that. Idk if you've been through college, but she had one more year left!! One more! Imagine the prospect of having to start over from scratch after the hundreds of hours you've spent in class, on assignments, studying, and not to mention the money she spent that she won't be able to get back. This is probably the most difficult thing that has happened to her, not just in the sense that it's a hard thing, but in the sense that she was just royally screwed. Her future is on the line, and for the first time, she wants Rowan's support like she's always supported Rowan.

She is pushy about Rowan going to college but that's because she's a good friend! She knows that this isn't sustainable long-term and she doesn't want Rowan to wind up dead in a ditch someday. Hunting is dangerous for two reasons: physically you might get killed, and when you're hunting you're not preparing for your future. How is Rowan going to make money? Get a job? Ro doesn't have a family to support them and they need to learn to take care of themself. Amalia supports Rowan enough to go along with them and make sure they're safe while chasing monsters while also trying to encourage them to be smart and make choices that will benefit them long-term in life. That's not being pushy, that's being an actual good friend who cares more about what's good for you than only saying what you want to hear.

Finally, consider that Amalia and Rowan have no idea that their story is taking place in the final installment of the It Lives series. The Power has been causing problems for decades, centuries even! Why would Amalia have any reason to think that their investigation will actually end anything? As far as she can tell, fighting the Power is like trying to stop a boat leak by putting your finger over it. It's like the meme guy slapping a piece of paper over the giant leak. She views your situation as powerless. She supports Ro not because she thinks they'll actually make much of a difference, but because she knows Ro is going through it and will do this with or without her, so she figures she may as well be there as much as she can to keep Ro safe. But in her opinion, the Power is unstoppable, unbeatable, and it's best to just step away from it and try to live life as normally as you can. You're not the main character of the universe, this isn't your problem, you should try to live your life and be responsible and have a future.

So this is my list to understand Amalia and her perspective better 🤠 oh and thanks for enjoying and supporting the game, we truly appreciate it 💖

#ask #anon #mod win #amalia de leon #amalia de león #long post

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luckyqueenreign · 10 months

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Noah anon again! I LOVE YOUR HC’s!

What about Noah HC’s for the baby challenge? Moving Hope and Noah’s ish aside! Do you think MC & Noah were enamored by each other during that challenge. Paying extra attention? How do you think it went down?

I’m such a Noah Simp tbh

ahhhh thank you bestie!!

I literally have so many for Noah that im sure people think I have them for everyone in the game but Im just so obsessed with this pixel man I've created so many scenarios in my head in my playthroughs.

OK for baby challenge...I have one I imagine often when I play his route...it's the pool scene!! where they're talking about how his brother is a swimmer....I always imagine they're sitting close here at the edge of the pool, talking for what seems like such a short amount of time but in reality it's been hours. the other couples are all knackered out from being on baby duty so no one is really paying attention to them. Hope and MC's partner are hiding from the responsibility of parenthood because neither are too keen on the idea. So in a villa with so many people it feels deserted and like theyre the only ones around. As they talk their hands start to drift closer, to a point where their fingers touch. neither dares to move their hand and the tension is intense. there comes a point where theyre talking so close that it actually feels like they might kiss....but then Hope walks out of the villa, calling out to Noah. They break apart awkwardly and he runs off to find out what she needs. but he cant help but look back at her wistfully. mc can see the very clear dilemma Noah is facing all over his face.

#litg noah #litg noah head canons #litg noah hc

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kalorphic · 1 year

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Ella!!! im already SOOO obsessed with the demo i genuinely love K so so much 💗💗💗

noah wanting to get ice cream right after killing someone? yeha that’s icon behavior sorry i don’t make the rules!! & once again jess & salan UGH i love their banter jess is an icon <33

& ugh now ……. my beloved K oh my god im seriously so down bad for them 😔 i played with my beloved camille first & the way she’s so sweet & lowkey shy & k just hates her….. and then the ‘event’ ….. bestie i NEED to know what it is omg!!! and the guilt k has…… that line ‘their best friend, their protector, their guide’ …… SCREAMING CRYING 😭😭😭😭 oh my girl is gonna be so hurt i already know it the angst is gonna be so scrumptious!! and k has a room for the mc???! and their favorite snacks?!? when is it my turn 😔 and the homemade friendship bracelets…… the thot of k making a friendship bracelet for the mc….. and even though it turns out shit cami loves it…… UGH THEY ARE MY EVERYTHING 💗💗💗 and of course camille is a sweetheart so she thanked Cody for waking her up ….. and then they used her nickname & she was so happy ugh <3333

and then i played with my girl jade <3333 kalix & them having matching sun & moon necklaces screaming crying 😭😭😭 also the way with jade it’s like she’s stoic off the bat & so not ready to deal with K’s tantrums….. the rivals to lovers arcs of it all!!! and the way Cody & her lowkey hate each other gosh I’m so so excited!!! anyways sorry for rambling but YEAH genuinely loved the demo so so much I cannot wait for chapter 1!!!

Mal!! Thank you so much, omg!! 🤍🤍🤍

Noah knows exactly what they want in all aspects of their life lol. They literally dragged a very annoyed Manon to an ice cream parlour and ordered about 12 scoops like a giddy child while Manon got 2 scoops (and then complained for hours about a stomach ache which brought Manon great joy lol). As for Jess and Sal, I absolutely have to bring them back and let MC react to them because I really loved writing them! <3

Ugh I love Camille so much, she’s too good for early!K 😩 I’m sorry I put her through that (and will again when MC ruminates on things). As for the event…all will be revealed in good time 👀👀👀 K is very protective of MC, but writing I realised that MC is the true protector in this relationship and K knows it. They’re the all-seeing eye keeping K safe in the most dangerous of situations, which makes K even more guilty because they know how helpless MC is going to feel.

The angst scenes are going to kill me, I just know it 😭 but yeah, K has a huge house, they absolutely had to give MC their own room (and an en suite), cupboards, and space in the fridge. Any less would be unforgivable. As for the friendship bracelets, I thought the idea of K being terrible at making them would really annoy the perfectionist in them, but the sight of MC wearing it and loving it anyway, would always manage to make them smile. And Cody was 100% internally dying after using Camille’s nickname without thinking, but they definitely always call her by her nickname in their head, so the slip of the tongue was bound to happen lol!

I do not blame Jade for not wanting to deal with K’s shit lol! But that progression from that to them having matching necklaces is so good !! It makes me wonder how Jade would react to K’s inner thoughts about them 👀 LMAO rip to Jade and Cody having to live together 😭

Please never apologise for rambling !! I always love reading your thoughts on things, it’s always so fun and detailed <33 I’m glad you enjoyed the update!

#ask #mal <3 #nova demo #ro: k #ro: cody #ro: noah #char: manon #queued post

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fandomsnfluff · 3 months

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INTRO POST !

hello!! my name is noah (he/him preferred, they/them acceptable) and i’m a 23-year-old trans guy and a fanfic writer! after months of reluctance, despite stealthily making my way across other t-word related blogs on this platform using other accounts, i finally decided to officially join the t-word™ community on tumblr! i’m still in the closet with my close friends outside of this corner though honestly. (so please don’t interact if you know me/think you know me outside of this part of tumblr or talk about this with me elsewhere!! i would greatly appreciate it! <3)

i don’t really have much to say but this is just my own personal corner to explore my interest with tickling (which for some reason i’ve had a bit of a fixation with for about 10 years or so now) so if you’re interested please send me a dm or an ask just to talk or even send headcanon requests since they’re open!! if you’re 18 or older you’re also more than welcome to privately message me! i ask that you stick to sending me things via my askbox if you’re under 18, however, simply due to comfort on my end!

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litgwritersroom · 2 years

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S2 | Carl/MC | 3000+ words | @mrsbsmooth

What the heck is going on with the holodeck? Mildly NSFW.

Thrust, thrust, parry, redoublement, advance, dodge, riposte.

His opponent’s sabre fell to the floor.

“Computer” he instructed. “Raise opponent difficulty level seven per cent”.

His opponent flickered, and reset on the other side of the room. Carl returned to his side of the piste, standing en garde.

He adored this programme. It was his favourite. He was surrounded by hot springs and vines, beautiful warm air and the soothing bubble of a nearby stream. A fencing piste, in the middle of the jungle? The clanging of his sabre against his opponents was a welcome juxtaposition, and one where he always felt he could clear his head.

Prete…. Allez!

His opponent fleched, and he parried. Riposte, parry, counter-riposte.

Fencing had become one of his favourite ways to relax. To keep fit. He’d tried, and very nearly mastered Judo, as well as Mok’Bara, and Bat’leth, the Klingon martial arts forms Lieutenant Zabinski had taught him. But fencing… it felt like a fantasy. It almost felt like swordfighting, like one of the old video games he played as a child.

His opponent was a skilled one, but he quickly bested them again.

“Computer, stop going easy on me!” he chuckled.

The opponent reset.

The bout went back and forth, finally a solid challenge, but again, he finally bested them. He removed his helmet, and despite them being merely a hologram, shook hands with his opponent, before wiping the sweat from his brow. And though it was dripping with sweat, his head felt wonderful. So clear. So calm.

“Computer, end programme”.

He was back in his Star Fleet greys, and threw his towel around his neck as he left the holodeck. As he returned to his quarters, he relished in the feeling of the water flowing over quivering muscles. It wasn’t nearly enough. He liked to be shaking after his workout. He pushed everything to its absolute limit, including his own body, much to Dr. Koh’s dismay.

But he felt like he’d only been in the shower a few minutes when he received the call.

“Captain Sullivan to the Bridge.”

He sighed, and dressed, making his way quickly and confidently to his helm.

“Commander Rennell. Report.”

“Captain, an uncharted planet. Sensors indicate it may be a Class M.”

“Lieutenant Alexander, set a course. We’ll investigate.”

“Aye, Captain. What speed?”

Carl looked at Noah, considering. “Let’s not delay our original mission too much. How long will it take us at Warp Four?”

Alexander checked his station. “Around seven hours, Captain.”

“Make it so”.

*****

“Captain's Log, Stardate 42286.5. The Enterprise is conducting a security survey of the Onias Sector near the Neutral Zone. First Officer Gareth Rennell informed me of an uncharted planet’s discovery in the region. Sensors indicate it may be a class M planet. We have plotted a course in order to investigate, and are due for visual confirmation shortly. We-”

He was interrupted by a huge jolt hit the ship, sending him flying across the room. Alarms started sounding, and he quickly moved through the sliding door and back to the bridge.

“Commander- Report.”

“We’re hit, Captain.” Gary said, sounding panicked.

“Lieutenant Alexander - Damage Report”

Noah looked up. “Some sort of electromagnetic pulse directly from the planet’s surface, Captain. It has penetrated our shields but done no damage to the hull. Such an attack seems quite illogical.”

“So… a warning shot?” He smirked, taking his place calmly, confidently, and suavely in his chair.

“Noah, take us back a bit. We’ll not run away. But the planet is clearly inhabited. Let’s send a beacon. See if we can’t get them to say hello properly.”

*****

“Captain’s Log, Stardate 42286.7. As we approached the new Class M Planet, we were hit by a warning shot of an electromagnetic pulse, which seems to have interfered with our systems. First officer Rennell has compiled a report of all noted oddities recorded by the crew. Computers are glitching. Lifts are malfunctioning. Staff have reported strange, glowing lights appearing in hallways around Holodeck 3. Chief of Engineering McKenzie assures me that the ship’s core is working as expected, and that he will notify me of any disturbances.”

He sat at the desk in the conference room, his hands pressed together, fingers pressed to his mouth, dictating his thoughts, notes, decision rationale, and possible courses of action. He loved to log. He supposed that was the half-Vulcan side of him. He adored the organised logic of reviewing his thoughts.

But now that his log was complete, his shift was over. Finally.

He made his way back down to Holodeck 3, seeing it he might be able to view any of the disturbances for himself. But… nothing. He stepped into the Holodeck, not yet starting a programme. Everything seemed normal. Quiet. In order.

Just the way he liked it.

“Computer, commence programme 1654.3. Same opponent difficulty as last time.”

He found himself covered by his fencing gear, and picked up his helmet from the table at the side. But his opponent was yet to appear.

“Computer, where is–” but he was taken by surprise. His opponent appeared on the other side of the piste, en garde.

Prete…. Allez!

It was clear within the first few seconds that something was very, very wrong. His opponent had the upper hand on him within seconds, and won the point.

He reset, as his opponent stood En Garde, and they commenced again.

And again, he lost. Perhaps he needed to warm up a little more.

They went back and forth for what seemed like ages. Carl moving as quickly as he could.

But losing the point. Over and over and over.

The air in his suit was hot with sweat and frustration. Back and forth. Back, and forth. Every move he made, they countered. Every lunge, blocked.

He grunted as he feinted left, and they committed to parry him, only for him to thrust right and land a flawless victory right at their chest.

His opponent stopped, almost in shock, looking down at their chest where his sabre was touching them. With an almost human fury, they stormed back to their position, and stood en garde.

He did the same, furrowing his brow a little. Their reaction… it was…

Prete… Allez!

Carl didn’t move. He waited. His opponent lunged, and he immediately parried. Counter-riposte. Redoublement. He let out a small chuckle at having the upper hand.

But he watched almost in slow motion as his opponent kicked him. Their foot landed squarely in the centre of his chest, and he stumbled backward. He caught himself before falling completely, immediately spinning to dodge another lunge, darting upwards, and landing another victory on his opponents chest.

They let out a seething hiss, and moved back to their position.

His opponent raised their hand, waving it in the air, and the saber in his hand switched to a blade. A real, honest to god sword.

This shouldn’t be happening.

Prete... Allez!

A braver man might have admitted to being a little afraid, in that moment. Kicking wasn’t in the rules. His opponents were programmed for sportsmanship. Becoming angry wasn’t part of the code he’d written… And he absolutely didn’t want to get involved in an honest-to-god swordfight with a rogue computer module.

“Computer, end programme”.

Nothing.

“Computer, lower opponent difficulty ten percent”

“No”

He froze. The muffled, electronic voice that had spoken did not come from the ship's computer.

It.. it had come from his opponent.

“You told me to stop going easy on you.”

He frowned inside his helmet. The electromagnetic pulse must’ve messed with the AI in the Holodeck somehow. But he always inserted a failsafe in his code. He tried to limit his time in the holodeck, so he set a 90-minute limit on his programme.

Until then, he’d have to start playing by the new rules.

His opponent lunged at him, and he dropped his shoulder, flipping them over the top of him. But as their back hit the ground, they kicked out again, this time taking his legs from underneath him. He slashed his sword at them as he fell, catching the front of their uniform, slashing it open. His sword fell to the ground beside him with a clang, and his opponent dropped theirs in response. His helmet flew off him as he hit the ground, the humid jungle air almost feeling cool in comparison to how warm it had been inside his helmet.

His opponent pounced on to him, their strength far surpassing his expectations for someone of such a small stature. They pinned him, limb by limb, but he managed to get an arm free, chopping them in the solarplexus, making them groan and flinch. He rolled them on to their stomach, their wrists together, and he shifted his legs to pin them in return.

In a sudden movement, his opponents legs hooked under his arms and pulled him off. They scrambled for control, trying desperately to pin each other down. Desperately trying to overpower each other.

One dirty kick to the side, and Carl felt the wind be knocked out of him.

His breath was completely gone from him, and they had him vulnerable.

They straddled him, their strong legs preventing his from moving.

The opponent had him completely pinned.

He gasped, trying to catch his breath, and his opponent heaved under their own struggle for air. He watched their chest rise and fall with effort as they tried to catch their breath, and he suddenly became aware of… the shape of his opponent.

They were… female.

The shredded fabric on her thick white fencing uniform clung to her ample breast, straining against the fabric as it heaved. He could just see the curve of them, her cleavage exposed. Her grip on his wrists was tight. Tight enough for him to feel the heat of her palms through already pulsing through him. He couldn’t believe she’d actually beaten him… No hologram had ever beaten him. But she had. She had him pinned. Her legs spread over him as her weight pressed onto him. The only possible way he could escape was by bucking up into her. So he did.

But her strong thighs gripped him with such vigor, it did nothing to change her hold over him.

So he bucked up into her again, this time with somewhat of a feint first, trying to throw her off balance. But again, her strong thighs gripped him.

God, those were some great thighs.

The Vulcan side of his mind calmly ran through courses of action. But the feeling of these strong thighs gripping his hips was sending him to a place that he wouldn’t be capable of logic-ing his way out of. He started becoming painfully aware of how human he really was. The adrenaline was coursing through him, and his body begun to betray his mind, as he felt the blood rushing from his brain to… elsewhere.

As he hardened underneath her, he heard her breath hitch slightly. She shifted, and he blushed, as instead of shifting the pressure, she’d just pressed further onto him. Her grip on his wrists tightened, and she leaned forward slightly, rolling her hips gently over him. His breath caught. So she did it again.

And she moaned.

It was soft. Almost imperceptible. But something about it was so familiar to him. Almost like he’d heard it before. Carl found himself furiously reading through the code in his mind, trying to figure out how the electromagnetic pulse could’ve affected the holodeck to such an extent.

But he found himself less and less capable of concentrating as his opponent started to rhythmically rock her hips against his. She began to grind against him, the motion of her making him exhale heavily.

Her grinding became heavier, and the thick padding of their suits felt frustratingly restrictive.

So much so, that he realised he had her momentarily distracted. Her grip loosened on his wrist, and he ripped it free, grasping for her helmet, tugging it off.

Carl threw his opponent’s helmet to the side, and his breath almost caught.

Her skin was deep and dark. Warm like a roaring fire, rich as mahogany. Her eyes a perfect synchonisation of light and dark, sparkling with the same adrenaline that was running through him. There was something so esoteric. So cryptic. So… familiar in those eyes, as if they were hiding a joke that he would never be told.

Her cropped, dark hair was slick in parts with sweat, sticking to her face and her slender neck, as she breathed in sync with him. There was something so unbelievably familiar about her, something intoxicating. The smell of her sweat. The wild flashing of lust in her eyes from being just as excited as he was. She looked down at his loosened wrist with alarm, almost as if she were waiting to see what his next move would be.

As Captain of the starship Enterprise, he should’ve raised the alarm then and there. Standard protocol dictated a rogue computer programme to be a Level-2 alert.

‘But…’ he thought, as her hips ground harder onto his ’…he was off duty’

His eyebrow twitched, almost of its own accord, and she bit her lip. She regained her grip on his wrist, with Carl doing absolutely nothing to stop her. But instead of restraining him as she had before, she waved her hand in the air again.

Their fencing outfits disappeared, and suddenly, they were down to their underwear. She leaned down, pressing her thick lips to his. He groaned at the taste of her sweat on her lips. She tasted So perfect. So familiar. So unbelievably known. And as she kissed him, she used her grip on his wrists to move his hands all over her body. His fingers pressed into her skin with a familiarity that he still couldn’t place.

Why was she so familiar?

Had he programmed her? Created her? Was she a remnant of one of… those programmes he’d written as a teenager?

No. She couldn’t be. She was too complex. The way she moved her lips down his body showed far too much experience to have been written by a horny sixteen year old. She was practiced. Skilled. She was well-versed in his body. She ran her lips across his skin with such fluency that it felt as if she’d been doing it for years.

“What’s your name?” he whispered.

“Nyota” she replied. Her voice was no longer electromagnetic. It was purely magnetic. That voice. It was so familiar. It warmed him, like her body was warming him. And that name. That name was…

She pressed kisses down his neck, down his chest, and down to his stomach, her tongue tracing over his sweat-drenched skin as if it was the most exquisite meal to touch her lips.

He groaned as she pulled him free from his boxers, waving her hand again, and making them disappear completely. She leaned down, pressing a kiss to his inner thigh, before sharply nipping his skin, making him jolt.

“I promised I wasn’t going to go easy on you, Carl”.

He sank back, his head spinning, as she took him in her mouth.

Carl…

He heard a whisper, and furrowed his brow.

Carllll….

The sing-song voice sounded so familiar.

The holodeck faded from his view, and he looked up, smiling at the heavenly voice's owner. “Hey, Ny.”

“Daydreaming again, baby?”

He nodded, stretching his fully-clothed arms above his head. “Mmm. I think I’ve been staring at this code too long.”

“What was it? Star Wars again?”

Carl shook his head. “Star Trek.”

“Ooooh, Original Series or Next Gen?”

“Original series. I was Kirk.”

She leaned against his desk, and his eyes couldn’t help but admire the curve of her. “Ooooooh, was I Uhura?”

“Nope. You were you again. Sexy rogue program on the holodeck. Also, we were both really good at fencing?”

Nyota’s bright, musical laugh filled the room, and her bright, sparkling eyes met his. “Well, it’s a nice change from being shackled to Jabba the hutt, that’s for sure.”

He pushed his chair away from the desk, and she planted herself on his lap, clearly more than content to be a distraction. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, the fragrance of her so beautiful and familiar. She immediately looked down at him, and wiggled around a bit, clearly aware of how… awake… he was after his daydream.

“Oh, it was that kind of daydream? I see…” she pressed her lips together, a mischievous smirk on her face.

He blushed furiously.

“Look at you, blushing.” she chuckled. “Baby, for the forty-thousandth time. You’re allowed to have sexy daydreams about your wife. In fact, some might say it’s incredibly romantic.”

He felt the smile pulling at his cheeks, but he kept his eyes down. Hearing her say that word always filled him with such an overwhelming sense of incredulity. She was his wife. His wife. Not the sexy, suave, and effortlessly cool Captain Sullivan.

His.

She tilted his head back, kissing him gently on the tip of his nose. “Who won, then?”

He pulled her closer, pressing his lips softly to hers. "You did. As usual”

She beamed. “And what did I win?”

He opened his mouth to respond, but laughed. “Err… well…”

Nyota seemed to read his mind, and she pressed a finger to his lips.

“I won. So I get to pick my prize. And I already know what I want.”

She rolled her hips on him, just as she had in his daydream, and he moaned slightly.

“Nyota…” he sighed, as she kissed his neck, enjoying the fun of being in control. He let his hand trace up her thigh, moving inwards.

She pulled his hand back, holding him by the wrist, and he felt himself twitch under her.

“I won. So I get to do whatever I want with you. Got it?”

His eyes widened, but he nodded.

Nyota slid from his lap to her knees, her hands already working on undoing his jeans. She pulled him free, flicking her tongue against the sensitive join under his tip.

He groaned loudly. “Go easy on me” He chuckled.

She looked up at him with those dazzlingly bright eyes. The deepest, darkest black of them and the lightest white. Full of fire. Full of mischief. Full of lust.

She flicked him with her tongue again, quicker this time, making him jolt.

And as she did, she pulled slightly away, licking her thick lips into a smirk.

“No.”

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anonymous1038 · 1 year

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The Triple Trouble for the baddies + villain MC (for Week 1 of the @ila-appreciationweek)

1) Jasper Bright - Resurrected (ILITW)

2) Harper Vance - Alive (ILB)

3) Violet Rendanza - Power creature in a human body (ILW - Mixed Path)

4) Sumire Lunar - the Power turned villain (ILW - Villain Path)

Headcanons for them:

Jasper Bright

- Before Jane’s death, everyone referred to him as the Little Ray of Sunshine due to his approachability and friendliness. Part of the reason why the childhood friends got to know each other is thanks to him.

- The reason why he dyed his hair lavender is to try and separate his child self from himself as much as possible.

-He has undiagnosed PTSD from Jane’s death and it didn’t get professionally diagnosed until after homecoming, when he finally told his parents the truth.

- From childhood, he had developed a small crush on Lucas that blossomed into love when they reconnected in high school. Ava, Stacy and Andy were constantly teasing him about this back then and especially during the events of ILITW.

- His parents blamed themselves everyday for his death. Though they have a somewhat distant relationship due to work, Mr. and Mrs. Bright cared about their son and grieved him everyday.

- When his parents find out about his relationship with Lucas, they’re very supportive of it and immediately treated the former student body president as their own. They’re also one of the reasons why Lucas kept going and tried to move on after the Are You Scared? game.

- Lucas loves making punny compliments with his last name. (Example: “You’re just so...Bright) No matter how much he tried to play it off like he hated it, he always bust out laughing in the end.

- He almost never listens to Noah telling him to pace himself when eating food. Mainly because he thinks doing so will grant him some kind of taste.

- Jasper wanted to become a singer when he was a kid, music was basically a huge comfort for him and became his main way of coping from what happened with Jane, which amplified his liking for it. After getting revived, he takes vocal couching lessons from Violet to try and achieve his dream after losing four years of his life.

- His parents didn’t let him leave their house for 1 week when they found out he was brought back.

Harper Vance

- Dated a lot of people during his life but they usually never last more than a week. He thought that would be the same with Tom, but he proved him wrong with his loyalty and sweetness.

- Harper loves teasing everyone around him. Doesn’t matter what time of day it is (except during the danger hours) he would take any and every opportunity to tease them.

- He’s not a fan of showing weakness or vulnerability in front of those he dislikes, but finds it harder to ask for help from those he care about. Elliot is constantly telling him that Tom was the only reason why he starts asking for help now.

- Gets older brother instincts around Jasper, before and after his resurrection. The main reason for this is because his mannerisms when he was a ghost reminded him of Elliot when he was young.

- Harper still harbours some amount of resentment towards Loha for essentially kidnapping him for months, despite knowing her intentions. He never goes to the viewing chamber alone (or ever) after the incident.

- At one point, Harper was able to catch a few glimpses of the other half of Jasper’s soul during his time in the void world. They were never able to talk to each other, but they can still feel some kind of understanding for each other, being trapped in another realm with no way home.

- Harper often jokes with Jasper that their names rhyme while Violet’s doesn’t with either of them.

- Sometimes he gets asked why he doesn’t use his Rune Armor more often. And his answer? He doesn’t want the thing to keep latching itself onto him every time they go out to hunt horrors. It freaks him out.

Violet Rendanza

- She would sometimes use her powers to create unique light shows. Needless to say she’s basically the decorations at any party.

- She and Jasper are constantly mistaken as siblings due to their hair color and how they act around each other. After a while, they began to treat each other like siblings do and eventually accepted their fates as non-blood related siblings.

- Violet, Harper and Jasper sometimes meet up in real life or on video call to play video games with each other. Usually it ends with them yelling at each other but they always have fun in the end.

- During the winter, Violet makes sure to have mittens that can fit two hands at once just for Jocelyn, since the latter leaves her gloves at home so they can hold hands better.

- She loves listening to metal, and jams out to it with Jocelyn at times in her apartment.

- Violet’s a little complicated. She can either be super sweet one moment and very, very aggressive the next, but mostly the latter. Jocelyn says she loves both sides as they kind of remind her of herself.

- To try and distract herself from the pain of losing her eye, she sometimes try acting like a pirate and oftentimes get caught by someone doing some ridiculous pose and in the middle of a dumb pirate one-liner. Every time she’s caught she aggressively chases whoever it was that caught her until they’r both out of breath - the only exceptions to this are Amalia and Jocelyn.

- Super protective over lots of people - Abel, Amalia, Lincoln, Jasper, Stacy, Connor and Harper especially.

- At one point, she, Harper and Jasper introduced their pets to each other - Moss the vine creature for Violet and Jasper, Sugar the kitten and Soar the crow for Jasper and Thumper the jackalope for Harper. Chaos broke out. And somehow the trio made it out unscathed.

Sumire Lunar

- Sumire screwed around with Abel and Amalia precisely because they’re ‘her type’. Kind and ambitious. But she found herself more drawn to Matthias, and the reason for that is because she found those qualities more present in him despite being secretly evil.

- She visits the caves for the sole purpose of tormenting Jasper and testing her powers against his spirit.

- If she still had her mental link with Harper, she would be torturing him with all sorts of things - dreams, deaths, the likes. Mainly because she wants him to know what she went through when he was forced to give her directions to all sorts of places that could’ve killed her.

- She does misses Matthias, but she knows he probably would’ve done the same to her if she didn’t betray him first.

- She gets trust issues after the whole Loha thing, which is why she doesn’t want followers.

- She fully intends to keep her former friends alive so they can watch as she brings the world to its knees.

#ilitw #ilb #ilw

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itlovesinthewoods · 8 months

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I'll be having a good day and then I'll remember that if Jane had decided to target MC earlier, they would not have survived and instead succumbed to their trauma and guilt, causing Jane to kill them.

#God i have so many feelings #it is always it lives appreciation hours #the fact that they apologize instead of defending themselves to Jane and even later don't stand up for themselves #they're still so stuck instead their guilt for not having protected jane #and that makes them deciding to save noah (in the mc takes jane's place route) even sadder #and that saving noah is also their responsibility whilst also making it up to jane for not having saved her #because they feel like they need to save and protect everyone and that's it's their responsibility #by taking her place so she can finally rest #devon no other mc lights a candle to you idc #ilitw #ilitw!mc #playchoices #jane marshall #pixelberry #choices #it lives #it lives anthology #it lives in the woods

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What Christmas gifts would the ROs want the most and how would they react if a romanced MC got them the same?

This is intresting.

I love it but I'm also adding our three students and Noah.

Now, this is what they would want.

Alice, she would want a pendant that her father was supposed to give her. Sadly he never had the chance.

Helena would want to feel again like actual contact. Her skin has made it impossible. But there is a short-term fix that will only last a couple of hours.

Lisa, she just wants the Mc that's very simple. She regrets that she never told the Mc her true feelings.

Becca wants the first edition of Alice in Wonderland. She almost got it once at an auction but someone outbid her. Becca thought about stealing it but decided she lost and it might appear again.

Daniella wants this recipe from Miss. Johnson an old lady who runs a bakery. Miss Johnson does not like Daniella. Because the day they meet Daniella messed up the shop by accident. She still helped clean up and visits regularly to eat the baked goods.

Vanessa isn't easy she has everything she could possibly want but this is one thing. A moonstone from the Moon. The government won't allow anyone to buy it and the black market can't get its hands on it. She thought about asking the Thrallens since they have access but Vanessa felt like that would be taken advantage of them.

Azalea don't laugh ok. I'm serious. They want a hot bath and their back scales to be touched. Look this is very intimate VERY. Still not laughing well. Now, this is dangerous on several levels and would require the practice of MC psych.

Kent wants to cook and get to know your friends and all the other ROS. He was an ass but wants to start building bridges for you. And wants to watch your favorite movie for Christmas. That's it just to spend time with the MC.

Naamah can have anything at the snap of her fingers. But what she would really want is a day with the MC just to herself. No interactions no meetings just alone time. And a lot and I mean a lot of S*x. Have fun with that one.

Blaze to see his mom. Blaze has been on the run so long he can't see his mom. Blaze's mom is in prison. She did all the crimes she's charged with but she never was a bad mother. He resents himself for not visiting her.

Zero would like to find the family in the village in Poland that took him in when he was younger. Before he was captured and before he became a hacker. He wants to help them but could never find them even with all his connections.

Now for our other 4 non-ROs and our newcomer Atlas.

Noah wants this picture he had of his wife and child (The child is the same gender as Mc always.)

Lena wants to dance again to perform the ballet dance that she ruined and destroyed her career as a dancer.

Jenny wants to meet her parents. She was left at the adoption center and all that was left was neckless. She keeps it with her always.

Scott wants to thank the doctor that saved his life. Scott never got the chance and has been focused on becoming a better man than the selfish prick he was.

And for a bonus

Atlas wants to see the Northern light with the Mc.

Now for the reactions wow that was a long list.

Alice the moment she sees the pendent tears stream down her face. The last thing she has of her fathers is the pendant. Alice will clutch the pendent and hug you tight. She will be forever grateful for this.

Helena the second she sees the temporary fix. She will go ridged. She used it once because the doctors said it would help it didn't at least not for her. She will ask you to give her about 10 minutes. She will take it and disappear to her bathroom. The moment you see her again she jumps in your arms. She's so happy to feel you not that she could before but the fact you get to see the real her and real skin. Tears will be pouring but she is so happy you just gave her the moon.

Lisa, when she found out, all she could do was look at you. Your eyes were there but when you took your mask off she froze. She cupped your face. She couldn't breathe. "Your alive" Is all she could say hell it's all she could think about. She shifted back to human form and looked at you with love. "I won't waste a single moment ever again."

When Becca sees the book she unwrapped she smiles. Not her fake ones but her genuine smile. She doesn't know how you got it but knows it must be difficult. Her thank you is low. She walks over and places it where she planned on putting it. Her smile is still on her face. She now owns all the first editions she wanted. She moves in front of you and says "I'll pay you back with whatever you want."

Daniella squeals at the sight of the notepad. She already cooking before you get a word ou. By the time she's done she sitting and waiting for you to take the first bite. You share the baked goods together and Leon even eats a plate full.

Vanessa can't breathe at the sight of the stone. No not just one stone three stones. A neckless, bracelet, and ring. She tries them on. Her skin glows pure white essence. She is beaming. She hugs you. You don't feel the cold touch. "I can touch you MC." Vanessa cups your face and can't get over touching you.

When you mention what Azalea wants they blush. Azalea only nods. When you touch her scales they glow and a fragrance comes out. When you smell it you know you will smell like them. Your eyes start to get heavy. When you wake again you are in bed in Azalea's arms.

Kent looks around at the people smiling and laughing. You stand beside him. kent managed to get everyone to smile and laugh. He is happy. When everyone leaves and you put the movie on, he asks you questions about it. And when it's over it's now his favorite as well. He tells you a story of how he and the other agents tried to have normalcy.

Naamah blinks when you tell her your plans for the day. And she can't stop staring at the outfit you wear. "So your mine for the day" You nod. "MC you shouldn't have but Ok fun time." You see darkness then feel her hands and then the bed.

Blaze looks at where you two are. Lady Justice stares with daggers. Then he sees his mother. You smile as you walk in with his mother. They hug for a while. Soon you get introduced. She wants to know all about you. You eat dinner and at the end of the night Blaze hugs you and say thank you.

Zero looks at the man and woman in front of him. You tell him that their parents died 4 years after he left. Zero looks heartbroken. He signs he's sorry and wants to help them as they did him. They go back and forth for a while. But Zero wins. He tells you he will visit them twice a year and help their village. He asks if you want to help him do it.

Now for the others

Noah takes a photograph out of your hand. He thanks you. You leave to give him privacy. When you close the door you see Noah take off his mask. He has glossy eyes looking at it.

Lena starts to breathe erratically at the sight of the stage. "Fuck No, Do you have any Idea what I did." You make contact with her arm. "It's just you and me Lena." You look at the stage "Go dance your last dance for yourself." Lena looks down. "Ok." Lena comes out 30 mins later dressed in her outfit. She dances the most beautiful ballet performance you have ever seen.

Jenny looks out the car window. Two parents and a little child. "That's them." You nod. "Mc I don't know what to do or what to say." You smile ressuring her "It's up to you. You don't have to go now, Jenny." Jenny looks at you. Then back to them. "I'll go." Jenny ends up talking to them for a while when she comes back she says she didn't tell them but wants to get to know them.

Scott stands at the OR door. He already thanked you. The doctor comes out Scott catches them. They talked then Scott sent you a message to meet him in a couple hours. When you pick him up later he is happier.

Atlas looks at the northern lights in awe. You smile at her. "You know Mc. A friend of mine said they would show me the Northern lights." Atlas gets silent. "They never got the chance. They would have liked you." Atlas's hands fade then shimmer "I'm glad we meet Mc. If only you knew." Atlas stops talking you turn to see a shimmer. In place of Atlas.

Alright, that took a while sorry but here you go enjoy.

#ZeroRO #BlazeRO #NaamahRO #KentRO #AzaleaRO #VanessaRO #DaniellaRO #BeccaRO #LisaRO #HelenaRO #anonymous #cute #AliceRO

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theoriginaltortuga · 1 year

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Character profile for my main babe!!! Reina “Rei” Del Bosque

Alternately, Reina Guerrero but Del Bosque is funnier

is nonbinary, uses she/he/they, but only after he comes back

is Dominican-American and speaks Spanish fluently

is bi-romantic asexual

sacrificed herself for Noah and forgave him while also wanting to break his nose a little (does not do this when she comes back but lowkey still wants to)

main weapon was the bat, named “Baby” after his teddy bear

Main LI is Andy (fun fact: they really don’t like strawberry-flavored anything, but lied just to flirt)

Best friend was Lucas before her death and wanted to gently shake him every time he talked about his parents expectations

Does not forgive Jocelyn and mostly ducks away when she’s around

has a distantly awkward relationship with her parents, but they all try to be close

is BFFs with ILB MC Cordelia and ILW MC Jeremy, sadly the three of them share one braincell and get into bullshit together

Gets along best with Abel of the ILW crew, he talks, Rei listens

same thing with Imogen

Fun Facts:

Likes to joke that “the Power ate their gender”

Used to play drums and is working on getting her ability back

Doesn’t use his powers around anyone other than Jeremy and Delia for fear of freaking out his friends

gets their sense of humor from their mom

Wanted to be a librarian, would now like to be able to stand for two hours without getting winded

favorite color is royal blue, the same color of Andy’s homecoming suit

is more monotone and deals with a lot of sensory difficulty after being resurrected

used to dress stylish and edgy, now always wears pajamas or sweats

ends up leaving the apartment to sleep in the woods after nightmares when Andy’s not there (not because he stops the nightmares but because she knows she’ll get caught)

gains back her ability to taste after being goaded by Jeremy and Delia into eating sour worms, pop rocks, and downing a can of coke in one sitting, in her defense after her tongue stopped bleeding her sense of taste did come back

misses being a shadow creature but doesn’t tell anyone except Jeremy eventually

@ila-appreciationweek

#ilaw #ilitw mc #am i late am i early #who knows not me #oc: reina del bosque #ilw

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whatisreggieshortfor · 2 years

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Just One Question

For @doulyeah

Noah x MC

Noah knew he was ready for this.

Some people had doubts, saying the timing wasn’t right, or that they should be together longer, or how her job wasn’t stable enough to support a future like that. Telling him they were too young.

But he’d made the decision.

It wasn’t some world or life changing moment like people generally talked about. They’d been watching tv, some show she loved and had seen a thousand times, and she had just pointed out some small detail no one would notice- just a piece of the scene that wasn’t reset right between takes so it looked like it moved between the camera angles. And then she went back to working on her band’s new song in her notebook, and he knew.

No one pays attention to the little details like that, but she does.

Just like she noticed how he takes his coffee every day, and which days of the week she needs to remind him to eat because otherwise he’ll overly focus on helping patrons at the library and forget that he missed lunch. How she noticed the way his face won’t always show when he’s uncomfortable when her band mates joke that she’s dating a stiff, but she sees it in his eyes and is always so, so quick to correct them. She noticed that his little sister is getting close to high school without him mentioning it, and she took her under her wing for advice and venting. Or the way she’ll reach out and smooth the frown lines he gets in his forehead while reading, without even looking at him- she just knows they get there. She makes his favorite food for dinner once a month on one of his days off, even though he never actually told her what it was.

He’d never approached her about kids, knowing how quickly it can derail even the best relationship, but she saw him in the kid section once, reading a story about a princess animatedly while the children looked on, and she told him he’d be an amazing dad one day. He didn’t miss the way she blushed and looked away, mumbling that she was hoping she’d be there to see it.

He knows her career isn’t the most stable, being the drummer and song writer for a band that’s just beginning to make it big, but he’s watched her pick up odd jobs or crappy part time hours at a fast food place to make sure she can pay her share of things. She doesn’t expect him to support her financially while she chases her dream, but she does give him a ticket to every gig they play so he can support her emotionally. And he comes to every gig, front row, from the time the band only had a handful of listeners to the growing crowd it has now.

He remembers when he proposed the idea of living together, another of those insignificant moments had solidified the idea to him when she had been at the store for her own groceries and saw something she knew he was out of so she picked it up. He asked her right there and then. She had laughed, saying that if that was all she had to do to get him to ask then she would’ve done it sooner. She filled his flat with little signs of her life, but never adjusted the way he already lived. She had fought him about using drawers of his dresser, or even space in his closet, afraid that if she took too much before he was ready then it would ruin it all. But it didn’t. She accommodated her entire living style to his, and it wasn’t until he realized that she didn’t actually have anywhere to be when she got up with him at 6 in the morning, or how she kept all her toiletries under her side of the bed rather than taking up the space in the bathroom, that he acknowledged it should’ve been of a more give and take. So he moved her things to bathroom himself, and moved them every time she thought she had just forgotten to put them away until she finally got the message to leave them. He slowly adjusted to the things he’d witnessed in her own home before the move, and it slowly began to feel more like their place rather than her staying at his place.

There’s a million reasons he could list, and he felt none of them would ever do any justice. They wouldn’t do justice to her, or to his feelings, or to the relationship they’ve shared for over two years.

Yes, they were young.

Yes, they could be together longer.

But people always say when you know, you know.

And he knows.

So Noah feels nothing but exhilarating happiness when he says those four words.

“Will you marry me?”

And he didn’t think he could feel any happier than he does when she says,

“Yes.”

Masterlist

@justtuesdays @sunshinejihyun

#litg #litg season 2 #litg noah #litg Noah x mc #No villa au #established relationship #s2litgexchange

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kissmeawake · 2 years

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The Misfortunes of Shadow Boy

Summary: Fletcher Blackwood knows that he is still in there, somewhere. And that is all he needs.

Pairing: Noah Marshall x MC

Word count: 586

TW: Cursing

Notes: ILW has reignited my undying love for my MC and Noah, so here you go!

The others do not understand, but Fletcher knows.

He knows that the person Noah Marshall once was is still in there, somewhere, beneath swirling shadows and behind eerily glowing eyes. He knows, knows with his whole heart, that if he could somehow just grip all that darkness and rip it away, like a dark costume or a billowing cloak, he would see him standing there, beanie covering his hair, some strands falling loosely in his eyes, hands buried in the pockets of his jeans, probably a grin and a sarcastic comment on his lips.

“He is gone, Fletcher”, Stacy always says. “And good riddance”.

“Don´t say that”.

The anger growing deep down in his stomach at those words is almost uncontrollable, more monstrous than most of the things he has met in that godforsaken forest and not nearly so easy to kill. But he tries to anyway, because he knows what Stacy and the others have been through, what they have all been through, and that they only want what is best for him, although it is not what they think it is.

And anyway, they do not know what they are talking about, they do not know him like he does.

They do not visit him every day, trudging through the forest when the sun is setting, the red and orange light falling through the leaves and painting the ground, calling Noah´s name until the undergrowth rustles and a light breeze blows through the trees.

“Friend?”.

“Yes, Noah, friend”.

They do not know that one run-down room in Redfield´s house, where Noah keeps memorandos Fletcher has brought him, pictures of Jane and him, their young faces glowing with happiness, pictures of him and Noah from the old photobooth in the town´s tiny cinema, his favourite records.

They do not sit in that room for hours, playing cards and talking or at least trying to.

“You remember Jocelyn?”.

“Jocelyn? Bad…”.

“Nah, she´s actually kinda cool now”.

“…Friend?”.

“She´s started giving me nicknames, so yeah, I guess”.

“Nicknames?“.

“Yeah, she calls me Shadow Boy“.

They do not see the look on his face when they listen to one of his favourite bands, do not hear the giggles escaping him when Fletcher starts singing at the top of his lungs, jumping around.

No, they do not know him like he does.

But of course, it is not enough, it is never enough, because Fletcher wants him back. He wants him back so badly that his heart aches, so badly that he sometimes dreams of the moment the shadows finally, finally evaporate like mist to reveal his pale face. He wants to go to the cinema with him, wants to throw his popcorn at him, laughing. He wants to watch Noah cooking with a look of pure concentration on his face, wants to eat whatever he has made and smile, because it is so fucking good. He wants to hold his hand, to kiss him, to feel his hot breath on his skin and hear him whisper his name. He wants him to go to culinary school and be fucking happy, because he deserves that.

God, he wants him back so badly.

The others do not understand, but Fletcher knows.

And so, he ventures deep into that damn forest everyday, leaves crunching and twigs snapping under his feet, unable to stop a smile from forming on his face when he finally sees those blue eyes blinking happily out of the darkness at him.

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queen-of-boops · 1 year

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After You, Princess: Paige can't get enough of him, and she doesn't even know his name. All she knows is that she wants him more than anything, and that he wants her too. (4k, Jasper x MC) Part of the One Night Only collection

All Cut Up: Levi has the clumsiest soulmate in existence. He just hasn't met her yet. But there's something about River that makes him want to give up on the idea of soulmates altogether. (2k, Levi x MC)

Image is Everything: Jasper Ramsden-Wallace always knew he’d never fall in love. Everything in his life was carefully designed to fit the image he wanted to project, so why should his future relationship be any different? And then he met Avery... (5.5k, Jasper x MC)

Bite Me: Vampire life isn't easy, but Lottie wouldn't have it any other way. That is, until her ex-boyfriend shows up and turns her whole world upside down. (5k, Lottie x Kassam)

Cats & Dogs: Arjun's a dog lover, Roxie's a cat person. He thinks he's hilarious, she thinks he's a moron. Pretty much the only thing they can agree on is the fact that they hate each other. Until they find common ground that rocks the very core of their relationship. (3.25k, Arjun/MC)

Christmas in the Pediatric Ward: Heather's stuck working the Christmas Eve shift. Again. And she's likely going to be snowed in. It's shaping up to be a pretty miserable Christmas Eve after all. Until a certain kitchen worker gets involved that is. (2k, Bobby x MC)

Deals and Demons: Hope has made a lot of deals over the years, but there's just something about this one that's a little different. (2k, Hope x Felix)

Ecstasy: Drug dealing Rocco gets a taste of his own medicine. (1.5k, Rocco x MC)

Evergreen: No matter what changes in Madi's life, she knows she can count on Henrik to be there for her. He's her rock, her best friend since childhood. But when a hike goes bad, everything changes. And she doesn't know how to cope with it. (8.5k, Henrik x MC)

Fight For It: Arjun has never had a normal life. He's spent his whole life running, his whole life avoiding others. Until he met Emma. But he has a secret, a secret he hopes she'll never find out. (4.5k, Arjun x MC)

For The Love of The Game: Shannon is addicted to winning. How will that affect her time on Love Island? (2.5k, Shannon)

Frozen: Lucas had expected to spend the holidays in the city with his long-term girlfriend. Instead, she had to run off to a small town and decide to leave him for the local handyman. Tired, sore, and heartbroken, he meets someone in a similar situation, but what happens next is something neither of them could have ever seen coming. (5k, Lucas x Henrik)

Holidays In Holly Heights: Ash has always hated her small town, but will the arivial of a handsome stranger change her mind? (5k, Gary x MC)

I'm Yours: Lucas and Dani have been happily coupled up since Lucas entered the villa. But Nope has a plan that could ruin everything. (1.5k, Lucas x MC)

Intro to Human Anatomy: Elys needs to pass anatomy: only problem is she spends every class daydreaming about her crazy hot professor. And when he offers to give her a private lesson things get a little... hands-on. (4.25k, Lucas x MC)

Lessons in Lust: There is one line Professor Noah Alexander is certain he'll never cross. Until Sierra Jimenez waltzes into his classroom and makes him question every ethical boundary he's put up. (5k, Noah x MC)

Lights, Camera, Action...: When Bobby suggested Lucas start filming porn to make some extra cash, he never could've expected something like this. (5k, Lucas x Henrik)

Mix & Match: All Sabina wants is a moment of piece and quiet. Unfortunately for her, the walls of her flat are thin and her neighbor is up at all hours of the night mixing music. (2.5k, Kassam x MC)

More Than Friends: Kassam has been in love with Reyna for as long as he can remember, but there's been a lot of changes in their relationship over the years. (2.5k, Kassam x MC)

Not Like I'm In Love With You: Henrik and Parker are just friends. Friends make out with each other when they're bored, right? (4k, Henrik x MC)

Perfectly Infuriating: Something about Valerie just gets under Blake's skin. She's too nice, too perfect. And Blake can't stand watching her charm the entire villa. But now that Blake's staying in the game, she's determined to figure out what exactly makes her hate Valerie so much. (2k, Blake x MC)

Pining and Post-Its: Carl's got it bad for Naleah and everyone knows it. There's not a chance she feels the same... is there? (2k, Carl x MC)

Press Play to Start: There's no harm in downloading some silly little mobile game, right? Wrong. Because as soon as Mia pressed play, she became trapped inside. And she has no idea how to get out. (5k, MC)

Read Between the Lines: Sage and Noah have never gotten along, but what will happen when they are forced to work together? (2.5k, Noah x MC)

Stay Safe, Wolf-Boy: It's been one year since Arjun and Emma skipped town. One year of running, always looking over their shoulder to make sure they weren't followed. Until now. Now they must rely on their friends to face a new threat. Because it's that, or die trying. (5.5k, Arjun x MC)

Take the Shot: Three years after Zoey broke up with him and Lucas has finally become the star footballer he always dreamed of being. But now that Zoey's back in his life, things are getting... complicated. (9.5k, Lucas x MC)

Trading Places: Noah has been wondering what it would be like if his life was different, but he never imagined he would wake up living someone else's life... let alone the person who's dating his best friend. (3.5k, Noah x MC)

Undead of Night: Noah is haunted by the ghosts of his past: literally. Only thing is, he's the one in control. But when a spellbook falls into his lap, it has the potential to change things for good. (5.5k, Noah)

A Midsummer Night's Song: Zara's in love with Rafi. Lottie's in love with Gary. But Zara's been forced into a fake relationship with Gary. An upset Rafi gets some help from a mysterious stranger. What could possibly go wrong? (3.5k, Rafi x MC)

Caroling, Caroling Through The... No: Seb isn't the Christmas type. But his girlfriend Willow definitely is. And she's determined to make their first Christmas together one to remember. (2k, Seb x MC)

Not Another Horror Movie: It was supposed to be just another film for Rafi, but it ended up being anything but. (5.25k, Rafi)

Play To Win: There was exactly one person Brooklyn Hurst was not, under any circumstances, supposed to fall in love with, but that didn’t stop her from falling for him anyway. Harry Zhong. The sweetest, funniest, and most ambitious guy she’d ever met. Who just so happened to be best friends with her brother. (6k, Harry x MC)

Special: Lainey has always been different. She has no soulmate tattoo, no person she's meant to be with forever. Which just makes it even harder when she meets the person who's everything she's always wanted. (2k, Tai x MC)

Crash Into You: Ryan loves Oliver, she always has. He's her best friend. But when she returns from studying abroad she starts to realize that she might be in love with him. (7k, Oliver x MC)

Missed Messages: Thabi tries to stay in contact with her best friend after leaving the villa. (2k, Thabi & MC)

Play Pretend: Playing pretend with her used to be a lot more fun. Aka, Bruno is in love with his best friend and she has no idea. (2k, Bruno x MC)

Snow Joke: What do you get when you add a girl obsessed with tv shows, the boy she's been crushing on for a year, and an invitation to a Christmas party that comes with a fake dating subplot? Obviously it's a sitcom waiting to happen! (5.75k, Bruno x MC)

Sparks Fly: It's love at first sight for Angie when she meets Briallen. Only problem is, she can't seem to work up the nerve to actually talk to her. (2k, Angie x MC)

Try: Kiera's attitude towards rugby starts to change when she meets a sweet, goofy boy at one of her brother's matches. (3.25k, Tom x MC)

The Only One: Nicolas comes to comfort Serena after Gabi shakes up the villa. (1k, Nicolas x MC)

How I Met Your Mother: Kids, have I ever told you the story of how I met your mother? (5k, Andy x MC)

Just Say No: Andy has been in love with Alyssa since the moment they met. And she has no idea. Instead, she's happy to keep things strictly platonic... with some benefits thrown in of course. Every time they sleep together, it breaks his heart all over again. Things would be a lot simpler if he could just learn how to say no to her. (4.5k, Andy x MC)

Wipe Out: The flames of the firepit cast haunting shadows around the other islanders, the warmth of the fire doing nothing to chase away the chill in Jamal’s bones. Everything in the villa had felt empty since Arin had left. Rooms felt bigger without her melodic laughter to fill out the space, his bed felt cold without the warmth of her body next to his. Even the sun had lost its radiant shine without her smile. (2.5k, Jamal x MC)

Trouble: Doing it in the shower is always risky. There’s a high chance of slipping and falling. Well. Slipping. It’s a bit late for the falling part. (3k, Kyle x MC)

#litg fanfic #litg masterlist #oneshots

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