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itoshiexx · 6 months

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synopsis: four times itoshi rin said he hated you, and the one time he finally said the truth.

pairing: itoshi rin x gn!reader | words: 5k (insane) | warnings: enemies to (implied) lovers, cursing (rin being rin), rin is a total tsundere and emotionally constipated, banter, teasing, one (1) sexual implication towards the end, i use the word hate a lot, kinda proofread

notes: oh my GOD. you have no idea how hard it was for me to write (and finish!) this. writer's block has been kicking my ass really hard and honestly i don't even know if i like this but i swear to god if this flops i'll kms. (jk. maybe. or not.)

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itoshi rin was a hater.

he didn’t consider himself one, naturally. rin thought he was a pretty chill guy, but apparently, everyone who had some sort of interaction with the younger itoshi felt the same kind of vibe coming from him. at least, it was what his stupid teammates said after claiming rin was always hating on something — whether it was the line in the coffee shop being too long, every pass given to him by isagi or the librarian with “a stupid fish-face”.

on his defense, no one liked long lines, isagi had two left feet when it came to passing and the librarian was a fucking weirdo. even if he was a hater, he had a plausible reason for everything he hated.

“itoshi.”

that included you, of course.

rin was pretty convinced it was impossible not to hate you. every time he entered your shared biology class, a mere look at you was enough for his irk to grow even more. everything about you was just obnoxious.

you were loud. and, although unpleasant, that wouldn’t be much of a problem if you just weren’t unable to shut the fuck up and stop rambling excitedly at every friend you met. and you had many. you were some kind of weird social butterfly with infinite energy for social interactions — in a way, you reminded him of bachira.

but bachira was not always jumping at every chance to refute him with a know-it-all smirk. bachira wasn’t perpetually ready to throw witty remarks at his rudeness. and bachira definitely didn’t have a pretty gleam on his eyes every time he headbutted with rin.

in short, you were everything itoshi rin hated. and the worst part was that you knew. you knew how much your very existence annoyed him, and it seemed like you took as your life mission to make the next two years of his life a living hell.

“itoshi.” your voice reached his ears again. well, maybe if he just ignored you, you would… “itoshi!”

“what the fuck do you want?” he snapped, diverting his attention from the match playing on his phone to look at you. “i told you not to call me that.”

another thing he hated — to be called by his last name. it reminded him way too much of sae, and that was something rin didn’t want to do. but it wasn’t like he was going to tell you that, so he’d rather let you think he just didn’t want you to address him at all. which wasn’t a lie, either.

you gave him a puzzled look, tilting your head like an innocent puppy. a fake naivety, of course. “we’re not close enough for me to call you by your first name, though.”

“thank fuck.”

your eyes rolled at that. “language, itoshi.” he glared at you again, and you fixed your posture, putting your hands on the back pockets of your jeans. the malicious smile you gave sent chills down his spine.

“well, i just came to deliver you the news since you missed last period. there’s a project worth 75% of our grade to be delivered in two months, and guess what? we’re together!”

oh, hell no.

“you tell terrible jokes.”

“i’m serious, though. if you don’t believe me, just ask your friends,” you said, so absentmindedly that rin felt his blood pressure rising. he opened his mouth to retort, but you beat him to it. “and before you try, the teacher already said no one can work alone and that the pairs cannot be exchanged.”

his left eye twitched, and he was pretty sure all his muscles were tight and ready to combust. life just couldn’t give him a break, could it? it was like he was being punished — forced to work with you, of all people. what a fucking nightmare.

how the hell was he supposed to endure two months of constant interactions with your annoying sassiness and the pretty curve of your lips when you smirked? it might just drive him crazy.

“so, when can we start, partner?”

rin rolled his eyes so hard they almost got stuck on the back of his skull.

“i hate you.”

ii.

the soccer field was probably the only place rin felt at peace. the smell of grass and sweat was as familiar as his home, much like the round shape of the ball on his feet and the path to the goal. despite his rowdy teammates and their dumb antics, there wasn’t much that was able to distract him and break this peacefulness.

“itoshi!”

there was still something, though. or someone, for that matter.

the shock of seeing you in his “happy place” was so big rin nearly tripped on the ball, successfully letting bachira steal it from him. the snickers from reo and isagi made his skin boil with anger, but his harsh glare was directed at you — the fucking source of all his problems.

and no, he was not being dramatic.

“what are you doing here.”

it wasn’t really a question, more like a veiled threat; but you seemed oblivious to it, or simply didn’t care about his reaction. something in him even thought you liked getting on his nerves. he was sure of it when you smirked.

“the project, dummy. we need to start today if we want to get it done in time. it’s pretty long, hence why we have two months.”

“i can’t today,” was all he said.

“why?”

“because,” rin spat with venom on his tongue, “i have an important game next week.”

you stared at him in silence. rin would have thought about how the sun shining on your back framed you with a perfect halo and gave you a nearly angelic look if he wasn’t so busy controlling the heat on his face from your scrutiny. he hated when you did that. he hated you.

“we have to start today, itoshi. i’ll wait until you finish practicing so we can go to the library.”

he hated your stubbornness. he hated your voice, too — how it sounded like a siren’s melody, ready to trap him and bring him to the bottom of the ocean.

“fine. suit yourself.”

the young itoshi turned around and went back to the field, ignoring aryu’s pestering and shidou asking about who you were and if he could have your number. rin pondered if a yellow card was worth shutting up the insect, but eventually decided against it; he didn’t want ego to bench him, especially when they were so close to the tournament next week.

the rest of the game went pretty smoothly, although rin and his teammates could tell he had half of his focus on the sidelines, where you sat prettily at the stands with your laptop. a perpetual scowl was on his face throughout the rest of the match. you were so damn distracting it was annoying.

once the match was over, some of the boys went home, while others continued practicing, rin being one of them. he was expecting you to grow tired and give up, especially considering it was getting darker and colder, but you didn’t waver. your face was still present on the stands, haunting him even if he closed his eyes. you even had the audacity to smile when your gazes crossed.

he hated your smile. he did.

hours passed until every one of his teammates had gone home, and rin was the only one left in the field. deciding it was finally enough (and not admitting he was starting to worry for you), he stopped his moves, finishing up with a few stretches so that his muscles weren’t too sore. he stored the footballs on the cart and put away the cones, something that was already routine at that point since he was usually the last one to leave.

finally, rin walked towards you.

“i’m done,” he said as he approached you on the sideline of the field. his gym bag was right at your side, and he ignored the electricity that sparked his skin when it grazed yours.

your eyes averted from your laptop to look at him. “oh, hi! thought you’d take a little longer,” you retorted. “anyways, i’m done too.”

he stopped his movement. “what?”

“yeah, i finished the first topic. only fourteen more to go.” the giggle that flew out of your mouth reverberated through his body. rin watched as you stood up and stretched, looking away when your shirt rode up and a sliver of your stomach could be seen. you then proceeded to put your laptop away, and his brows furrowed.

“i don’t get it. i thought you said… you said it was too much stuff to do by yourself.” you nodded, not even looking at him. rin kind of wished you did. “and yet you did everything?”

“well, yes.”

his scowl only worsened. “what the fuck? why?”

you slung your bag through your shoulder, looking at him with those damn doe-eyes that always sparkled so much. it was annoying. why did they remind him of the stars? and why did rin wanted to watch the night sky on your face?

“you said you have an important game next week, so i figured it wouldn’t kill to do the first topic by myself,” you answered. “don’t get used to it, though! you’re gonna have to help on the next ones, partner.”

the young itoshi ignored the stupid nickname, his brain still trying to catch up to everything. something just wasn’t clicking…

“so why the hell did you wait for me to finish practice?”

you didn’t even falter.

“thought you could use the company.” you shrugged. and although your voice was nonchalant, you were smiling. and not your typical mischievous smirk — it was a sweet, sweet smile, dripped in honey and all things good in the world.

rin’s heart leaped on his chest. he could feel his cheeks becoming flushed, but he blamed it on the cold.

coming to think of it, it was really cold. and you sat there for hours… if he looked closely, he could see your frame shivering from the lack of proper clothing.

a little tsk came out of his mouth, and rin impulsively took off his jacket, throwing it on your face — ignoring the “hey!” you sent his way.

“what’s that for, itoshi?!”

“so that you don’t freeze to death, dumbass.”

rin had to admit your gaping expression was kind of cute. not that he would commit to memory or something… that would be lukewarm, and he was anything but lukewarm. especially when it came to you.

“don’t get any ideas, though,” he said before you could retort, turning around to follow the path to his dorm room, “i still hate you.”

iii.

things were calmer after the game passed. rin often found himself at the university library with you after his practice, leaving around nine or ten, and walking you to your dorm building simply because he didn’t want to be bothered in case something happened to you. not like he was worried for your safety or anything.

you still got on his nerves, but the project was going surprisingly well. rin learned you were very dedicated and meticulous, meaning you put in a lot of effort to focus and make everything as perfect as it could be. he wished he could say his focus was also as sharp as ever, but the scent of your coconut shampoo always lingered on the study booths and made his mind fuzzy.

it was tuesday night and you were both on your laptops doing research and writing on your paper, falling into the same little routine you established the past weeks. the library was nearly empty as usual — though you always sat at the furthest cabin because rin didn’t like to see, hear or speak to people — and the only sound in the ambience was the pitter patter of the rain.

everything seemed to be going fine, but things changed when the rain got heavier and became a strong thunderstorm that made the lights go out.

“fuck,” rin cursed under his breath, looking around to hear other people mumbling complaints and the librarian saying she would turn on the power generator, asking for calm and patience. he squeezed the bridge of his nose, annoyed, and turned to you. “hey, do you think—”

then he stopped.

the only source of light was the screen of your laptops and the occasional lightning striking on the dark sky, but rin could see you on the other side of the table as clear as day. and he felt his heart squeeze impossibly hard with the sight.

you were shaking like a leaf, hands squeezed tight and nails prickling your skin, and your eyes were widened and so, so scared. he had never seen you wear such an expression, always familiar with your confidant, cheery self, and he decided he didn’t like one bit.

“hey,” he whispered, trying to grasp your attention. however, your eyes were focused outside. “hey, look at me.”

slowly, your orbs met his, and rin felt his breath hitch. there were tears on your lash line threatening to fall, and panic began to rise on his throat; but he forced himself to stay calm for your sake.

“what’s wrong?”

your lips trembled, but nothing came out. he hated your voice, but found himself missing it. so he tried again.

“are you… afraid of the dark?”

his question was answered when the sound of another thunder reverberated again, making you visibly flinch. his gaze softened when a small hiccup left your lips.

“oh. it’s the thunder.”

you nodded, still unable to talk. rin could see you were forcing yourself to keep your sobs contained, as if the mere thought of crying in front of him was as dangerous as standing at gunpoint. like his words — venomous, harsh, cold words — could hurt you just as much as a bullet.

his stomach churned with that thought. he hated it.

so, as carefully as he could so as not to startle you, rin stood up from his seat and walked around the table until he reached the chair at your side, sitting on it. he felt you body tense with the proximity, more so when he slightly turned to stare at you, and felt the need to say something.

“it’s okay,” he murmured, so impossibly soft you could hardly believe it was itoshi rin saying those words to you.

it was even more unbelievable when he enveloped your body in a hug, bringing your head to his chest as if to shelter you from the thunder.

rin really hoped you couldn't hear the unrestrained beating of his heart. everything about that moment made him nearly combust; from the ever present smell of your shampoo when he rested his nose in your hair, the evident relaxation of your frame when he hugged you or the small arms that held his waist as if he was the only lifeline in the ocean.

you let your sobs and sniffles run free, burying yourself deeper in his embrace, and all rin could do was pat your hair and whisper soft reassurances on your ear.

it’s okay. you are safe. i won’t let it hurt you.

he didn’t know how long you both stayed in that position, but as he enjoyed the warmth of your body next to his, your sobs eventually died out along with the roaring sound of thunder. the rain became thinner and the lights finally came back, although neither of you made a move to separate.

the silence lingered for a moment before you broke it, “thank you.”

the male only hummed, trying to hide his disappointment when you slowly backed away. though his hand didn’t leave you, going from your hair to rest on your hip in some type of reassurance squeeze.

“i-i’m sorry, it’s just…”

“you don’t have to explain,” he interrupted. then, hesitantly added, “only if you want to.”

“it’s not something big or anything… this fear has just kind of been there. i think something happened to me when i was a kid and it was thundering, so every time it happens i just… freeze.” you shook your head. “it’s stupid.”

he frowned. “it’s not stupid if it makes you this terrified. it’s okay, we all have fears.”

you were yet to look him in the eye, seemingly embarrassed about your triggered phobia. “i cried on your shirt.”

“yeah.”

“it has tears stains.”

“yeah.”

you sighed. “i’m sorry.”

he squeezed your hip again. “don’t apologize.”

you finally raised your head to look at him, and rin could very much consider himself a lost man at that moment. your eyes were glistening from the remnant of tears, but that pretty gleam was still there, barging its way through any sadness and any fear to present itself with the shy smile you sent him.

even if it was still dark, he would be able to see it, because you shined. brightly, scorchingly and so, so mesmerizing, like some sort of classic painting worth millions of dollars. if rin had the choice, he wouldn’t want to look away.

“i think it’s enough for today,” you said, “do you mind if we continue tomorrow?”

“i don’t mind,” rin answered, although he secretly wished to bask in your warmth for a little longer. “i’ll take you to your dorm building. i brought an umbrella.”

because he knew you were a klutz and would most likely forget. not that he paid attention to you or something.

you smiled again, and rin had to use all of his might to let go of you and go back to his chair to pick up his stuff. silently, you both put away your things and left the study booth towards the exit, where the younger itoshi opened his umbrella and started to walk towards your destination. he felt his skin burning when you tangled your arm with his so that you were squeezed together under the shelter for the rain.

around ten minutes later, you finally arrived at your dorm building. and then, as the little minx you were, you stood on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek before running inside along with your goodbyes.

“thank you, rin!”

he stood there like a statue for what felt like an eternity, feeling his face impossibly hot. rin touched his cheek in mild disbelief, feeling butterflies erupting on his stomach without permission.

it was only then he realized you called him by his actual name, and a smile inevitably took over his features.

fuck.

itoshi rin hated you. but that day, he discovered that he hated seeing you cry even more.

iv.

he didn’t really know what the fuck he was doing there. rin was not the kind of guy who went to parties, much less fraternity ones; but somehow he ended up in one on a saturday night after a lot of convincing from his teammates. he claimed he only accepted so that isagi would shut up and stop pestering him, but the said boy insisted to say he only agreed after learning you would be there.

which was absurd, of course. a completely crazy, delusional and absurd thought. why would he want your obnoxious self to go and ruin the party? rin hated you.

right?

the music was loud and the people were even louder. there were dozens of bodies on the makeshift dance floor swaying to the beat, along with some people playing beer pong and small groups scattered around talking as best as they could. rin was part of the last type, although he was tuning out everything that bachira blabbed on his ear like a madman. his focus was solely on the entrance.

and then, you came in.

it was like a stupid romance movie — the way everything seemed to be in slow motion. from the way you walked, to the slight movement of your hair, to the blink of your curved eyelashes. and god, how much he hated that.

he hated the way your mere presence prickled his skin. how your voice soothed his lousy thoughts, how your smile lit up the room. he hated this urge inside of him to look for you every time he knew you'd be in the same vicinity, like you were some source of life that he couldn’t live without.

“are you okay, rin-chan?” bachira’s voice took him out of his thoughts. he blinked a few times.

“yeah, i’m fine.”

now, rin wasn’t a drinker; the red cup on his hand was merely for show. but he gulped some beer at that moment, as if trying to wake up from a hazy dream or get out of a trance. it made sense — he did think you were a siren of some sort.

there was no other reason for the spell you put on him.

the party went on, and he spent a few hours avoiding you like the plague and pretending he wasn’t stealing glances at every chance he got. truth is, he was always paying attention when you were swaying your hips on the dance floor like there was no tomorrow, glaring at every guy who thought about getting close while holding back his own desire to do the same.

it was only when you left to the backyard that his teammates finally decided to say something.

“you should talk to them” reo advised, eyebrows dancing in a weird, wiggly way. rin grimaced.

“what? why?”

the boys rolled their eyes and groaned, tired of the younger itoshi’s behavior.

“rin, man. you are clearly interested in them. and i’m pretty sure they’re interested in you, too,” isagi said slowly, as if rin was a child. “otherwise, they wouldn’t make the effort to pester you.”

rin could feel his face flushing. “i’m not—”

“don’t even try to deny it. it’s kind of obvious, really,” chigiri butted in, an exasperated countenance on his face. “just go, rin.”

he let out a tsk, chugging the rest of his drink and throwing the cup on the trash. “i’m going out just because i don’t want to keep listening to you idiots.”

“yeah, right,” nagi snickered, and the others followed, watching rin turn his back and move towards the backyard, where he would inevitably find you.

the chilly air hit his skin the moment he stepped out, and rin kind of thanked the relief it gave to his hot cheeks. quickly looking around, it was easy to spot your lonely frame leaning on the wall, staring at the stars as if they weren’t in your eyes. he walked to you like his feet had their own will, and once he got close enough, leaned the side of his body on the wall, facing you.

“you’re cold.”

not even a hello, how are you to start. great conversationalist, itoshi rin.

you turned your head to look at him, smiling when recognition took over your features. “hey, itoshi! didn’t think i’d meet you here!”

the giggle that went past your lips was the only reason he didn’t scowl when you didn’t call him rin.

“parties are not really my thing, but my friends convinced me to come.” you nodded, understanding. he blinked a couple of times, and said again, “you’re cold.”

you slightly flushed. “it’s just a bit chilly, but it’s not a big deal…”

but rin was already shrugging off his jacket, moving to be right in front of you as if to shield you from the wind. he handed the piece of clothing to you. “here.”

“oh… thank you,” you answered, bashful, taking the jacket and putting it on.

last time he lent you one, he didn’t stay to see how you looked like. but at that moment, rin was sure there was nothing prettier than the sight of you in his clothes. he swallowed a nervous lump from his throat.

“so… why are you out here by yourself?”

“needed some air. i danced a lot and it was kind of stuffy in there.” you shrugged. then, fiddling with your fingers, you look straight into his eyes. “and maybe… maybe i was hoping someone would follow.”

someone. you had your eyes on someone.

rin didn’t know what was worse: the stinging pain on his heart or the bitter taste left on his tongue. what he did know was that both felt like poison, one that would spread through his veins and consume him whole. and that he shouldn’t feel like this. because he hated you, after all.

he must have made a terrible grimace, because you threw your hands in the air in exasperation.

“for fucks sake.”

and then your lips were on his.

it was just a fleeting moment — something way too quick and definitely not enough to sate the dormant hunger inside of him. in the blink of an eye, you were already back in your place, staring at him with doe-eyes and a hundred doubts written in them.

rin freezed for a whole full minute with his mouth agape, until finally lunging forward to kiss you again. his right arm wrapped possessively around your waist to glue your bodies together, while his left hand found a place in your jaw, cradling your face as if you were some precious jewel. his lips were hungry on yours, and you gasped with the intensity, giving him the opportunity to shove his tongue inside your mouth.

kissing you was exhilarating, like scoring the perfect goal or winning a championship. adrenaline ran high on his veins and his head was a little airy. and rin swore he never felt so alive.

when you finally parted, you were both panting, chest heaving with every breath. rin rested his forehead against yours, directing both of his hands to your middle as if to look for grounding.

“you still hate me, itoshi?” you asked in a whisper, mouth inches away from his but still not close enough. that dangerous gleam was still settled in your eyes, and he could swear you were the perfect definition of sinful every time you batted your eyelashes at him.

“call me rin.”

“okay,” you giggled lightly. “you still hate me, rin?”

he could feel his blood pulsing on his ears. “yeah,” he answered, way too breathless for an athlete of his caliber.

and then, holding your waist tighter, “kiss me again.”

“we should get coffee.”

rin’s words cut the silence as you were exiting the library yet again. you looked up to see his face staring straight ahead, expression unreadable as always, but the light redness on the tip of his ears told you all you needed to know.

you decided to be a tease, as always. “hm… i don’t know, should we? you sure you want to spend even more time with someone you hate?”

he scowled like usual, but this time, there was a small pout on his lips. you thought he looked the cutest when he was like that, all shy and trying to maintain his stoic act.

he grumbled something under his breath.

“what was that?”

“i said,” he sneered, “i don’t hate you, stupid.”

you arched your brow. “you don’t?”

“do you think i would have kissed you if i did?” the smirk you give him is both charming and infuriating. rin would have said he hated it, but he was done pretending.

“i don’t know, itoshi. you are kind of emotionally constipated.”

“shut up,” rin quipped. then, he snaked your waist with his right arm as you walked side by side, pulling you closer. “and didn’t i tell you to call me rin?”

there was just mischief in your eyes when you answered, “yeah, but i like to get on your nerves.”

the male scoffed, still in disbelief with your antics.

“you’re a damn brat. i think you just want me to teach you my name tonight.”

rin could practically feel the heat on your face, and he smirked when he saw how red you were. god, you were so cute.

“at least take me to dinner first before we hate-fuck,” you still managed to joke, despite the slight shakiness in your voice. he rolled his eyes, and pulled you to a stop by the arm.

you both stood in the middle of campus, feeling the gentle caress of the breeze and listening to the birds chirping. it was a peaceful day, with the sun high up in the baby blue sky. rin thought there was no better time than at that moment.

his hand traced your arm until it reached your own, and he squeezed your fingers in reassurance.

“i don’t hate you,” he said again. “i just hate the way i don’t hate you. not even close. not even a little bit. not even at all.”

he watched your eyes light up and smile brighter than the sun, and he almost laughed at the disbelief in your voice.

“did you just quote ‘ten things i hate about you’?”

it was his time to flush. a small shrug was all rin answered with — he didn’t want you to know he specifically chose this sentence because that was your favorite movie. not like it mattered when you were gleaming at him and making his heart leap on his chest.

“well, then,” you squeezed his hand back, “let’s get coffee, rin.”

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utilitycaster · 1 year

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look, I know polls are silly and fun and so I want you to understand writing this rant is silly and fun for me but EMON? Emon is the Critical Role Entry for Most Place of All Time? I must call bullshit. And so:

Friends, fellow critters, and people who have me blocked but hate read my blog each morning over breakfast: Emon is not even the Most Place on the Material Plane. It is not even the Most Place in Tal'Dorei. Hell, it's not even the Most Place on the fucking Bladeshimmer Shoreline, which includes a destroyed city now overtaken by bandits, and a cave system that hosts both a rift to the Far Realm and a different rock than residuum that can make a different magical drug than suude. Emon is if you took the aggressively mid vibes of Washington, DC and transplanted them to the inconvenient location and city of refuge for flaky people who avoid gluten for non-medical reasons of Los Angeles. The second Percival Frederickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III invents the motorcar that sumbitch is going to have traffic bad enough to summon Tharizdun. Also there's a literal pit of fire that's been burning for 30 years that both hasn't been adequately addressed but also doesn't really seem that interesting. Like oh a bunch of dragons destroyed your city? Big deal. Draconia got so fucked up it doesn't exist anymore, and at least Westruun has some fucking charm. At least Pike and Grog actually lived there, whereas Vox Machina got a house in Emon and proceeded to spend their time literally anywhere else.

Here is a brief list of places on the planet of Exandria in the Material Plane - not even across Critical Role's main campaigns/EXU, which includes such non-Exandrian places as "living city of people who mind-melded and escaped to the Astral Sea during a century-plus-long war of the gods"; "Ligament Manor"; "Ryn's groovy pied-a-feu, man I wonder what made the scorch marks on that furniture, anyway", and "THE MOON THAT IS ACTUALLY AN PRISON FOR A THING THAT EATS GODS AND IS POSSIBLY HATCHING" - that are more of a place than Emon:

Jrusar: 5 spires no waiting, sweet cable car system, city almost entirely destabilized by goo creatures as part of an overly complicated plot to blow up the aforementioned moon

Bassuras: (literally "garbagetown") Run by Mad Max gangs and everyone is cool with it; regular sandstorms; one of those gangs apparently sits atop a hive mind and NO ONE has examined this (except for them)?)

Whitestone: has a tree planted by one god over a buried temple to another god that was corrupted in the name of a third, shittier god; overrun by zombies but it's fine now; streetlights and two bears that are allowed to do whatever the fuck they want.

Yios: The canal system of Venice meets the colleges per capita of Boston meets the orcs from your fantasies, also there's some kind of kitchen-based organized crime ring so intricate it could be its own campaign (so, also like Boston).

Vasselheim: literally no one understands what the fuck its government system is. Old as balls. Temples everywhere! Temples full of trees. Temples full of blood! Temples full of an old guy who will kick your ass. A sphinx that regulates the monster hunter mini-game. Presumably the giant titan full of the ancient cannibal dwarf city is like, still there, as a new fixture, since I don't see how they're moving that.

The arctic: where teleportation doesn't work, there's a river of lava in the middle of the snow, ancient ruins full of snow globes full of actual people, and the Chaos Bisexual Emerald - and that's just a smattering of what Eiselcross has to offer.

Since this is about space and not time we can toss Aeor and Avalir too, since they once were places, and while we're at it whatever the fuck is going on with the Shattered Teeth and its permanent fog cloud and fish dream cult and capitalist shipwrecked merchants.

And, of course, any arbitrary square millimeter of Wildemount, frankly, has more Mostness than the entirety of Emon could muster under absolutely ideal conditions. But for the sake of one place per region, let's hand it to Rosohna (city of eternal night for practical purposes, built over the Evil God Headquarters); Uthodurn (underground! Giant goats! Elves and dwarves, living together, mass hysteria!); Hupperdook (steampunk gnome party city); Nicodranas (Fjord, Jester, Veth, Marion, and Yussa literally all live there at once; plumbing used to be courtesy of an imprisoned marid...but watch out); and Blightshore (Blightshore).

In conclusion: Emon is boring, nominating it was a mistake, there are literally sealed gods in other parts of the world and also way better taverns, good night, and what the fuck.

#critical role #long post

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the-atlas-sister · 7 months

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Iᖴ OᑎᒪY ᖴOᖇ YOᑌ (ᗩᗪᑌᒪT!ᗰEGᑌᗰI ᙭ ᗩᖴᗩᗷ!ᖇEᗩᗪEᖇ)

Warnings!: Rotten, rotten fluff, slight suggestive themes, poverty ig?

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"Excuse me?"

Your eyes go wide as you stare at your employer. Well... previous employer.

"I'm sorry Y/n, but we can't afford to keep you on anymore," she said, giving you that stupid, pathetic, pitiful smile. "You know how much you've done for our company but we need more experienced employees.

"More experienced?" you asked softly, still in shock from the words.

"Older," the woman corrected, straightening out a stack of papers on her desk. "You're just too young and we can't afford to keep you on our team Y/n."

"I don't understand," you mumbled, shaking your head lightly. "I've been a part of your business since I graduated, that's two years. I've worked diligently, never asked for a raise in pay and the families love me."

"I'm sorry, we just can't afford you," she repeated.

Your eyes went wide. That was it? They couldn't afford you?

"I'll need your desk packed up by the hour," she stated, standing from her desk and walking around you. "You understand, don't you?"

You stared blankly at your hands, the small ring on your finger shining almost mockingly.

The woman looked over your shoulder at the ring. "You just got engaged right? We'll send you a gift, almost like a thank you for all your work."

***

You stared blankly at the cement sidewalk as you walked, your previous employer's words echoing in your head.

You just got engaged right? We'll send you a gift, almost like a thank you for all your work.

They can afford to send you a gift, but not to employ you. Bullshit. You sighed softly, approaching the dingy apartment building you and your fiance lived in. You slowly made your way up the stairs until you reached your apartment. You fished for the keys in your purse, fumbling with them.

"Fuck," you swore as your keys fell to the floor. You groaned, putting down your box full of things from your office and grabbing your keys once more. You unlocked the door and kicked it open, dragging the box in behind you.

"Megumi!" you called, kicking the box into the corner and throwing the keys on the table. "I have some bad news..."

You looked up from the table, furrowing your brows at the lack of response from your fiance. "Megs?" you asked, wandering into your shared bedroom. You looked around, confused about where he could have been.

You notice a small sticky note at the edge of the neatly made bed. You slowly approached the bed, picking the note up.

Meet me at **** **St ****

-Megumi

"Hm," you hummed, flipping the note over. That was it, an address and nothing else. "Weird," you mumbled.

***

"Are you serious?" you mumbled to yourself as you approached a large old house. It had yellow chipping paint and a crumbling roof. Despite the crumbling appearance and obvious decay, it was beautiful. The overgrown greenery and small fountains and bridge leading to the front door only added to the romance of it.

You carefully walked across the small stone bridge to the open front door. You walked in quietly, looking around the building. The entrance room was large and the noise of dripping water filled your ears. Fairy lights hung from the rafters and a few small candles lined the large flight of stairs in the middle of the room.

"Oh my god," you whispered, approaching the staircase.

"You like it?"

You turned around to find Megumi standing in the doorway with a small but shy smile on his face. You let out a small sigh, making his eyes go wide.

"Just hear me out, okay?" he said quickly, approaching you and holding your hands. "Just imagine pictures all through the halls, and- and a big chandelier, right there." He guided you to the middle of the main room, pointing at a large hole in the ceiling. "And- and we could add a library or your very own office." You looked around the house with an awestruck expression. You felt him wrap his arms around your waist and his hands gripping your hips. "Imagine it, just me and you make our mark on every inch of this house," his voice low and suggestive in your ear.

"Did you buy this house?" you whispered, gazing at Megumi with wide eyes.

"I did," Megumi said shyly. "I figured we needed somewhere new to start our new life together." He gripped your hands softly, looking down at you with a smile.

You felt tears well in your eyes, guilt building in the pit of your stomach at the way he gazed lovingly down at you. "I got fired," you whispered, tears beginning to spill down your cheeks. "I'm sorry Megs." You sniffed and wiped the tears from your eyes.

"Don't apologize," Megumi cooed, cupping your cheeks and gently wiping away your tears. "It's okay, it's okay." He pressed his forehead against your own softly. "You'll get another job, I'll get a second job, we'll... ask Gojo for money if we need to." He grimaced at the idea of asking his guardian for money.

You couldn't help but laugh softly at his disgusted face. "You hate asking Gojo for things," you chuckled.

Megumi smiled softly at your laugh. "I do, yes, but if that's what we need to do to make our dream come true, I'll do it," he said gently. "I'd do anything to make them come true."

"I love you," you whispered, leaning forward and kissing his lips.

"I love you more," he whispered back against your lips.

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aj1dordinary · 7 months

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chat is this real???

platonic!Johnny Cage x platonic!gen-z!reader

lowkey crack???

im crossed asf and while viewing a MK1 tiktok w/ Johnny and ‘International Love’, couldn’t help but think of how cool it would be to be Johnny Cage’s assistant… like he has the same energy as a Gen Z-er. We’d be besties fr.

just so u know, im black and fem so !reader is gonna be interpreted as black and fem xox

“johnny baby~” you trilled as you step out of the Uber to meet him at his house. as his social media manager, it was your job to record all the content across all social media platforms. with his new movie coming out paying homage to the ‘Indiana Jones’ franchice, you thought it would be good for promo if you recorded you both doing a trendy Tiktok dance.

fans of Johnny Cage knew you nearly as a duo. when people conduct interviews on a set or on the red carpet, people could always count on you ready to capture that night’s funniest quote or moment that would circulate like crazy. you’d also frequently appear in them, physically forcing johnny to keep up with the latests trends as a nearing 40 year old man. The comments would always be filled with remarks like “i fear for your well-being if you EVER get rid of y/n” or “y/n’s mind neverrr misses”. safe to say, your career is secured.

you nearly skip to his door when you notice the door was wide open, obvious signs of a break-in occurring. “oh my god,” you inhaled deeply, the tone coming from a mix of your head and your belly. “mr. cage!” you then screech, you hide in the nearest shrubs while fishing through your purse to find your phone then your taser. when the two items occupy your grasp, you look up to sky, take a deep breath, then let out a war screech. simultaneously, you start the instagram live while holding down the button of your taser, the electric crackles breaking up the audio of you screaming.

you run in through his foyer before stumbling upon a scene between some japanese guy strapped to a chair, a man with glowing fucking eyes, and two hot guys. ok, maybe one hot guy, the other guy had literal frost coming from his hand… still hot tho.

“Oh damn y’all.. i just caught the behind-the scenes of johnny’s gay porn. my fault og’s.” you said before abruptly ending the livestream.

you barging in phone-first with the need to catch johnny cage’s demise on camera being the first thing you think of before your wellbeing (the taser) had johnny chuckling a bit. if anything, had it actually been his demise, at least you would’ve got his good side. he liked that you were committed to the job as he was committed to cinema. suddenly, a lightbulb idea hit him.

“oh~” he chuckled. “i hope you don’t mind if i bring my assistant.” he patted the shoulder of the glowing-eye man, before tipping his sunglasses at you . “I’m afraid i won’t be at my 100% otherwise.”

“nuh-uh” you raise your eyebrows, appalled that he was gonna offer your service on behalf.

“uhhh yuh-huh.” johnny mocked you now turning toward you. the party that you’ve yet to address just look between the two of you riff off one another. johnny (supposedly one of Earthrealm’s defenders) and a young women (maybe the source of his strength/energy)? the two hot ones look at each other through a side eye before shrugging.

“nuh-uh johnny, that wasn’t in the contract. i told you that if you had any body other than me as your assistant right now, you would’ve been got your ass lit up in fucking court. i cant stand your ass sometimes, y’know?” johnny speed walked (sped walk?) over to you as you kept going off on his ass, before grabbing your elbow and dragging you to some corner.

“y/n~” he whined almost on the verge of throwing a tantrum. Meanwhile, you stand firm, tapping your feet as though you were impatient. “you’re embarrassing me in front of a literal god right now. and i mean LITERALLY god.” you scrunched your face up and roll your eyes. “no, believe me I thought the same thing at first, but he literally shoots fireballs out his hand and summons dragons. other two remind me of that show you watch, y’know the intro that goes ‘then everything changed when the fire nation attacked’” he nearly pouted, trying to think of a way to get you to believe him.

You raise an eyebrow, rolling your eyes at the near puppy-dog eyes johnny gives you through the dark lens of his shades, his lips nearly quivering.

“oklahoma?” you state, both of you binging had been binging ‘Ted Lasso” and thought it’d be funny (for yourselves and his audience) to start implementing it.

“oklahoma.” he returns with bated breath.

You try to see if you can gauge any other emotion before sighing and withdrawing your tense stance.

“i need you to record everything we encounter in this “Outerrealm”. for when i’m busy improvisin’ and kickin’ ass. all of it.” He paced both hands on your shoulder.

“24/7?” you question.

“yes.”

“sounds like an unpaid business trip. what’s in it for me?” You respond almost before he could finish the word.

“$1 million pension and I’ll let you have 50% of the rights on the new movie i make about this shit.” He responded just as fast.

“done. nice doing business with you old man.” you shake his hand.

almost as quickly as he pulled you away, you fix your appearance before heading back out to the living room to address the crowd of supernatural men.

“alright boys. you heard him, the name’s y/n and i need to be with johnny 24/7. if i can’t go, he can’t go. We have a very tight schedule to run and demands must be met before we let you squeeze in your alleged plans to save the world.” you cross your arms in front of you and look up at the three sweaty and built (damn. damn. damn. d-) men.

“my name is lui kang, champion and protector of Earthrealm. as much as i'd hate to have a civilian on the front line, i anticipate that your liveliness is secure. regardless, if that would make johnny more than comfortable, then i gladly accept your presence.” the supposed god said.

“glad we could make this work” you stuck out your hand to shake all three. the god returned the gesture - his hands warm and rough. you offer the gesture to the rest of the entourage, the man permeating the frost didn’t dare look at your outstretched hand, refusing to return the gesture. but he spoke a rough “bi han” that you took as his name. the other grasped your hand and shook it, more amused at your obvious lack of knowledge of who you were dealing with. he was broken out of his thoughts when you look at your hand in near amazement. “kuai liang” he spoke.

“sir, i think you’ve just cured my anemia” your eyes widen in admiration. johnny just rolled his eyes as he cut what you assumed to be the intruder out of the chair. you address him next.

“and sorry for johnny’s affinity for ropes, he’s got a thing for BDSM.”

“do not..” he mumbles, you throw him a knowing glance.

“kenshi” he merely grunted, wiping broken glass off his suit.

“well,” you start. “looks like shit in here, but i’m sure we can write it off somewhere. what’s next on the schedule kangaroo?”

lui kang looks a bit taken aback at the nickname you chose for him, but he clears his throat to recalibrate.

“we must travel to wu shi academy to prepare for a tournament where Earthrealm’s fate lies in the hands of warriors i have hand picked.”

“and this guy is one of them?” you interrupt. the guy deemed kenshi chuckled.

lui kang smiled and nodded his head.

“well,” you check your watch. “let’s get on with it. we have a tiktok due at 7 PM and a set to be on within a week.”

lui kang turns and begins swirling his hands before a literal portal appears in johnny’s living room.

“holy-“ you start already pulling your phone out to record like johnny requested. he nudged your side as to say ‘i told you so’.

so thus, your journey begins as johnny’s personal cheerleader and assistant as he sets off to kick some serious ass and not care about the names.

-end-

!please!let!me!know!what1you!think! i feel like a suck at writing, but i do maladaptive daydream a lot so i have plenty more ideas i’d like to write about. otherwise, xoxo go piss girl

#mk1 2023 #mk1 x reader #johnny cage #bi han sub zero #kuai liang #scorpion #x reader #platonic #reader insert #lui kang #mortal kombat #kenshi takahashi #shitpost #self insert

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lechemoon · 1 year

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title: stain

spencer reid x reader

wc: ~1.1k

a/n: hello :) hope you enjoy a short little thing. i've spilled many a coffee on things in my time

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“i-“

you’re clumsy, embarrassed, ditzy?

“i am so, so, so-“

sleep-deprived? yes and no. but that isn’t what you’re going for either.

“-sooo, so very-“

no, those aren’t the words you’re looking for. at least, you don’t think there’s a word that can possibly describe how you feel at this very moment in the bullpen.

one word finally comes to mind: mortified. you’re absolutely and utterly mortified. and you know he sees it in your eyes and the way your brows wrinkle together in worry.

“-sorry, dr. reid!” you finally let our your strung out apology, groaning that last ‘sorry’ at the very end. “i didn’t mean to- oh my god, the coffee’s going to stain- i didn’t mean to spill coffee on your tie.”

spencer looks at you like he’s trying to figure out the two different train of thoughts that are currently chugging in your brain: the train apologizing, and the train worried about the stain that (with enough care to clean) will eventually come out of his, what he calls during this time of year, seasonal tie.

his self-dubbed valen-tie. a tie so pink and so plump-looking that anyone would probably mistake it for a bratz dolls lips.

jade’s lips, you think almost automatically. she was your nieces favorite bratz doll when she was younger. the thought makes you want to smile, but you’re too busy setting your now-sticky cup down on the nearest desk and grabbing for napkins you so hastily fished out of your work slacks pockets.

“it’s fine,” he starts, “really. i don’t think this will stain too bad, if at all even!” he says as light-heartedly as he can. you can see from your peripheral vision that his hands are moving animatedly, palms open wide to deem himself not bothered by the mess you just made.

he gestures towards your hand for one of the napkins you clutch, but you move your hand further from him. you’re determined to clean up your own mess.

“no, please,” you push, “it’s such a nice color. let me at least try to dry it,” you say, dabbing quickly and as gently as possible. the tie feels so silky in your hand and you bite your lips in guilt.

how much did he spend on it? does he need it dry cleaned? “dr. reid-“

“just reid,” he cuts in. then, he clears his throat before quickly adding, “or spencer- whichever you’re comfortable with. you don’t need to keep calling me doctor.”

if you were looking at him, you would notice a tentative smile on his lips. but you weren’t looking at him.

instead, you feel yourself getting frustrated and your face heating up. the tie! so silky, so expensive, so pink, so cute. how could you do this to your colleague? who chose this color? does he have a girlfriend? you mentally shake your head.

no inappropriate thoughts about coworkers at work. those thoughts are reserved for after the 6 p.m. business day.

“Dr.re-, sorry, spencer.” you catch yourself. you may not have been looking at him before, but you did hear him. the least you can do is address him how he prefers.

you finally crane your neck up to look up at him, and you feel like you may word-vomit. have you ever been this close to him? have his eyes always been so brown and so wide? does he always look this sweet? does the girlfriend you’ve decided he has gets to admire him like this on a regular schedule?

“you’re so-“

pretty. handsome. beautiful.

“you’re so sticky… you’re tie.” you settle, eyes darting to clarify you weren’t talking about him but his article of dirtied clothing. “you need to take it off and give it to me. i should clean it for you!”

instinctively, you loop the end of the tie around your knuckles and pull down.

you quickly remember this isn’t how you are supposed to remove a tie when you’re suddenly eye-level with spencer.

letting out a small oof, he steadies himself by putting his hands on top of his thighs. “not like that,” he squeaks, and you think it may be out of fear of you choking him. you let the tie go.

“you don’t need to do that,” he says softly, the smile coming back to his face as his eyes settle on you- his eyes telling you that it’s no big deal and that you don’t have to worry about something so small.

after straightening his poster and running a hand quickly through his hair to fix the disheveledness of it to a slightly altered disheveled style, his hands reach to the knot of his tie, one hand gently gripping the base of the knot while his fingers on the opposite hand work to straighten the tie.

there’s something about the string of movements that makes your mouth go dry. you lick your lips, a growing ball of nerves making its home in your belly. but you blink rapidly. an attempt to regain your own attention at the issue at hand and not at the hands on the tie.

“i insist.” you crumple the paper towels in your hand into tight balls. “or at least let me buy you a new tie. i really don’t think that will come off completely.”

spencer thinks about it for a beat. eyes moving up to the ceiling in what seems like deep thought and his hands making their way from his tie into his pockets. he’s teetering back and forth between the balls of his feet and his toes.

the act itself would normally be viewed as endearing by you, but you really want to make things right.

“buying a new tie is too troublesome. i don’t need two in the same color,” he finally says.

his eyes settle down to you, and they twinkle like he’s finally thought of something. “i have a meeting in a half hour, but maybe we can hunt for a bottle of white vinegar together in the meantime?”

“vinegar?” you can’t help the confusion that reached your face. it makes you grab your coffee cup to hide your mouth. “why vinegar?” you ask over the cup before taking a long swig.

he gives you a side smile this time, the left corner of his lip reaching upward. “vinegar and water will help with the stain on silk. but we have to get it quickly before the stain decides to stay forever.”

a grin attempts to make its way to your lips; it makes you think his smile is contagious. you crush the crumpled napkin-balls in your hand some more and nod, “i think i saw some in one of the kitchen’s cabinet’s. let’s go find it quick, then.”

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voidsentprinces · 7 months

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Mylla: Another word out of your mouth, Aldis and I'll beat you to death. Solkzagyl: Nah, therapy would take too much time. Imma just create an entire gaslighting plot around my death to recreate batman for Ishgard. Wyrnzoen: We get into some mild shenanigans here. Curious Gorge: I could try to look inward and explore my emotions...or I could just keep hitting things. Fray: This is bullshit, this whole thing is bullshit, that's a scam, fuck the church, here's a dark soul crystal. Sophie: Walk, walk, fashion baby. Hamon: It isn't violence against the elderly, if I call it TRAINING and I AM the elderly. Widargelt: Going to have more royal drama than the Sultana. Foulques: Gridania is racist...they will never fix this. But I can! BECAUSE I AM THE BEST LANCER IN THE WOR--OH NO! Estinien: Ishgard is classist...they will never fix this. But I can! BECAUSE I AM THE BEST DRAGOON IN THE WOR--OH NO! Jacke: We can stab people AND stop acts of terrorism. Karasu: Just having a little giggle. Having a bit of a laugh. Master Musosai: DAME DA NE! DAME YO DAME NA NO YO! Drusilla: Grandad was mad that the Emperor trolled him and is now making it everyone's problem. Sylphie: You may not like it but this is what peak conjury looks like. Raya-O-Senna: Hello and welcome! A-Ruhn-Senna: Die in a forest fire. Alka: Is it me or is that tonberry kinda...cute? Leveva: I would say I am sorry for blacking out, beating you and then burying you up to your neck in the middle of Coerthas. But I am not. Jannequinard: It is QUITE fine, my dear Lady Leveva. You did only what the stars asked, as any astrologian worth their salt would do. Aries Rising and all that. Loifa: I could easily explain my motives and backstory but this quest line has to last 8 more levels. Silvairre: Gridania is racist and shall never change its wa--oh no something happened to me personally. I have seen the error of my ways! Sanson: I can still hear his voice. Guydelot: Gay, gay, homosexual, gay, gay Stephanivien: Gonne training requires a steady hand and a leveled head. So I shall send you to someone who will teach you these things. Rostnstahl: ...sorry what? That guy over there has been looking at me for a while. Joye: That's your reflection. Rostnstahl: Oh right...hey you, shoot that guy over there in the ass. Nashmeira: Therapy would take too much time, lets dance for people's enjoyment. Cocobuki: How do you feel about casting Fire I for 50 levels? Shatotto: An arrow may have your name on it. But a fire ball is addressed to whom it may concern. K'lyhia: If my calculations are correct, you are only in this to get God and Anime on your side. Y'mhrita: I hear you know my sister. Well good news, cause we're about to harnass the power of GOD AND ANIME TO OUR SIDE! X'rhun: Yeah, I don't know why people keep running past and yelling, "Would you care to fuck this catman". Martyn: I am helping cure the smallpox by putting on shows to raise awareness. Quickly, VOMIT A FISH AT ME!

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soulrph · 2 years

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𝙒𝙊𝙍𝙆 𝙑𝙎. 𝙍𝙊𝙈𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙏𝙎.

as requested by a most magnificent nonnie with a mind that has me DAZZLED!! these are prompts based on the concept of two people working together who find themselves struggling with growing feelings for one another, and how those people finally confront the situation together while addressing the unfortunate factor of their work in the relationship! please enjoy! don't add to this list!!

" what are you so afraid of here?! getting fired, or having feelings?! "

" how is it fair that we can't hold hands or have a relationship together in the workplace, but helen is allowed to show up with her god-awful egg salad sandwiches every tuesday for lunch?! "

" don't act like you give a damn about the rules and the etiquette! marvin put a sign up on the microwave asking people not to put fish in it, and you made sure to stick a frozen fish pie in it the same day! so the rules aren't the problem here! "

" oh... oh, no, come on, stop this! stop! you think i don't know what you're feeling?! i feel that way ever since i met you! but we can't act on that! the flirty banter is one thing, that's fine, that's us being idiots! but love?! actual love? no. we can't do that, not where we work. you know that. "

" ah well. guess i'll quit, then. don't worry. i'm amazing at interviews, you know. and if all else fails, babe, i'm a really good househusband/housewife/housespouse. "

" i love you. you want me to say it again in front of HR, in front of our boss, then that's fine, too. i love you. i LOVE you! "

" yeah, you know, i'm starting to get the impression that you're ashamed of me. "

" i don't care about this job. i'll quit right now if it means i get to be with you. "

" quit acting like the job is what's stopping you from being with me! "

" i don't care if they fire me. you're more important to me than any of that. "

" i'm sorry. god, i shouldn't be... we shouldn't be doing this. it's beyond inappropriate! the rules are there for a reason, right? "

" all i know is that i love you far more than i care about some stupid job! "

" so that's it? you're walking away from us because our boss told us to? "

" i handed in my notice. that's how serious i am about you. "

" relationships between employees are strictly against the rules, you know that! "

" please don't sit there and tell me we're breaking up because some stupid out-dated handbook told us it wasn't okay! "

" look, we had fun. right? we did! we had fun, but a little fun and a fling isn't worth losing our jobs over. "

" see, i'm not in love with our boss. i'm in love with you. "

" i was gonna quit my job that day, anyway. and then you walked in, and gave me a reason to stay. "

" there's gonna be other jobs. but there won't ever be another you. "

" don't be so naive! if we're together and they find out, they'll fire us! i'm not worth losing your job over! "

" what happens if we break up and we're still working together?! what then?! "

" i'm sick of only being allowed to love you on weekends. it's not right, babe, and you know it isn't. "

" stop pretending our job is the problem! HR has literal paperwork designed for our relationship, so don't stand there and act like it's illegal to be in love with you! "

" don't use the job as an excuse! you're scared! scared to commit! "

" i put in for a transfer. see, either you love me back, and it goes against the guidelines, or you don't love me, and i'm never going to be able to get over that. so now you can just tell me what you feel, and it won't be a problem either way. "

" workplace romances never end well. so, let's just break up now, while we're both happy and everything's good, right? "

" i never liked this job, anyway. you were the only good thing about it. so i'll quit. "

" let's face it. this was never just a work crush for me. you're it. you're the one i love. "

" that's it, then? one stupid rule in a fifty year old handbook, and you're walking away? you won't even fight for us?! "

" if all it takes is one little word from our boss to make you run away from this, then maybe we SHOULD break up. "

#rp meme #roleplay meme #sentence starters #dialogue prompts #ask meme #writing prompts #roleplay prompts #rp prompts #ask prompts #roleplay prompt #rp prompt #romantic

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sherifftillman · 1 year

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could i ask for tradition with steve and a female reader please?

Pairing: Steve Harrington x f!Reader

Genre: fluff

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: Sorry it's a little bit late but it's still the 7th in a timezone somewhere so shhh this totally counts

“Ohhh, baby,” Steve groans as you step into his bedroom in the dress you’d bought for the big event. He cocks his head to the side and bites his lip, shaking his head gently. “You are going to be nothing but torture tonight.” He holds his hand out to you and you take it, holding it up and twirling underneath it, slowly enough for him to admire you fully.

“Says you,” you smile as you smooth down the lapels of his suit jacket before grabbing them, instantly ruining your work. “Makes this whole thing worthwhile.”

He chuckles under his breath, looking away and shaking his head before looking back at you. “God, I don’t know how many more of these goddamn parties I’d have survived without you,” he mutters, pressing his forehead against yours as his hands stroke up and down your arms.

“Good job you’ll never have to again,” you grin back, leaning up to kiss him. He wraps his arms around you, one palm splayed out between your shoulder blades and the other on the small of your back. You hum against his lips, pulling back to tease, “Easy, tiger!”

“I warned you,” he grins back as he leans back in for another kiss, which you allow until you can hear the name Steven! being shouted from the floor below. A joint sigh from the two of you. “Ready to be my arm candy for the night?”

You raise your eyebrows at him, “Is that all I am to you?”

“Oh, hang on,” Steve steps away to mime holding a fishing rod, reeling it back in and acting as though he caught a huge fish before holding his hands out to you. “Here. For you,” he smiles sarcastically.

You gasp in mock offence. “You’re a mean one, Mister Harrington!”

He holds your face in his hands, stroking your cheeks with both of his thumbs. “And you’re the most beautiful woman to grace these godawful halls.” With another peck to your lips, his hands reach down to find yours to lead you out of his room and down the stairs. He addresses his parents, “You know, if you want to at least make this whole Happy Family thing believable, you could at least call me Steve like everyone else does.”

His father scoffs, “There’s no respect in nicknames, Steven.”

“Well then, good luck getting my attention. Because I don’t respond to Steven,” he says through gritted teeth as he pushes past them.

“You know, I really hoped you’d have gotten through to him by now, dear,” his mother says to you, her tone more meek than her husband’s yet still just as biting.

Steve marches back to glare at her icily. “You don’t talk to her that way, either.” And with that, he takes your hand and guides you into the kitchen to pour you both a drink. “God, I’m so sorry about them.”

You shrug, “I’m used to them by now. It’s all part of the package, and I far prefer the benefits to that,” you rest your head on his arm as he holds out your drink. “I could have handled them, though.”

“I know,” he coos, “but they’d have only ignored you, and I couldn’t let that happen.”

“How did you get raised by them again?” you ask.

“I didn’t. All this is a result of a nanny called Martha, a maid called Beverly, and a sprinkling of Oscar the gardener,” he chuckles. “But tonight, I am… Full Harrington.” He raises his own glass up high with a sarcastic expression and clinks it with yours.

~~~

“Well, well, and who is this pretty little thing here?” A voice croons from around your shoulder. You get your grimace out of the way while he’s out of your field of vision before turning it into a softer, faker smile. Of course he’s old enough to be your grandfather. Of course his hair is grey and thinning, and he’s covered in liver spots and wrinkles, and his creepy smile is full of dentures. “I don’t think I’ve seen you before, who do I have to berate from keeping their sweet daughter away from me?”

With a nervous chuckle, you explain, “Oh, no, my parents aren’t here, I’m actually Steve’s girlfriend.”

“The Harrington boy?” The old man barks out a loud laugh. “Oh, well, what a chip off of the old block he is. Let me guess, you’re one of three he’s got here tonight?”

Your smile starts baring far more teeth than necessary. “Not as far as I know!”

Another laugh, still far too loud. “Ah, what a dog he is. Still, leaving you out all on your own here, that’s not very nice of him, now, is it?” The old man frowns. “Perhaps I ought to, ah, keep you company in the meantime?”

Thankfully, your knight in black-tie armor arrives. “Mr Armstrong! Good to see ya, as always,” Steve’s forced drawl is being pushed through gritted teeth barely faked into a smile. “How’s things at the plant, how’s Melanie doing?”

“This guy!” Mr Armstrong cackles. “Trying to get in good with the ol’ ball and chain by asking about mine, eh? Well, I can kill two birds with one stone there, they’re both a nagging pain in my ass!” You and Steve share resigned glances as he doubles over with laughter.

This sort of thing carries on for the rest of the night. Just absolutely exhaustive conversations with the worst kind of people. Mrs Forbes doesn’t think you and Steve will last if you’re still referring to his parents as Mr and Mrs Harrington, but she doesn’t have any retaliation when you make up something about doing it out of respect. No less than five men make vastly inappropriate comments to you. No less than eight women make it incredibly obvious that they don’t want you here. You try your best to make it clear to them that you don’t, either.

Steve gets more and more agitated as the night goes on. At first, taking him into a quiet room to cool down is a distraction; it’s fun, it’s flirty, it’s telling him to save this energy for the bedroom, it’s letting him get a little handsy with you before cutting him off and leaving him wanting more. But the more people you’re forced to interact with, the more testy he gets. He’s not just riled up, he’s angry. He wants to defend you, despite you squeezing his hand and silently telling him with your eyes that it’ll all be over soon. He wants to spit in the face of everyone who tells him he’s just like his dad. He wants to tear this goddamned penguin suit off and sit in his room with you and never leave the safety of his bed again.

By the time the last few guests have left, Steve runs up the stairs wordlessly. You follow suit, not wanting to hear whatever degrading debrief the Harringtons have for yours and Steve’s ‘performance’. When you get to Steve’s room, you see him sprawled on the mattress, one wrist still in a buttoned shirt sleeve, his pants undone and halfway down his thighs, as he’s crashed out asleep. With a gentle smile, you gently and lovingly strip him down to his underwear, before washing the make-up off of your face, getting changed into an old Hawkins HIgh gym set of his and climbing into bed with him. Even in his deep slumber, he still wraps his arms around you the moment your bodies touch. You move his hair away from his forehead to kiss it before sleeping next to him.

“Hmm, good morning, beautiful,” the gravelly, sleepy tone of your boyfriend fills your ears as you stir. Blindly tilting your head up, Steve meets you by leaning down to kiss you sweetly. You pull him down, silently guiding him to straddle you, but he laughs against your lips. “Easy, tiger,” he mutters, an obvious quip from you telling him the same thing the night before. “Gotta clean up today. Mom and Dad always order way too much food, all the non-alcoholic drinks don’t get touched, so they want it all thrown out. May as well get it over with.”

You frown, “Didn’t you have staff on all night? Oh god, I’m one of them,” you look away from Steve, horrified, but he brings your gaze back to him with a finger push to the jaw and a chuckle.

“You could never.” He presses a single peck to your lips. “But why pay someone to do it when your spawn could do it for free?” He pulls a face.

You pause to think for a moment, and then tap his bicep. “Why don’t you leave all of that for now? Just go get showered, I wanna see something.”

He grins slowly, “What do you have planned?”

“Just you wait,” you mirror him.

~~~

The sound of a singular trumpet blare echoes through the Harrington household. Robin lowers her instrument and nods to Eddie, the both of them wearing matching tuxedos, as Eddie then bellows, “Introducing the latest arrivals, Master Sinclair and Miss Mayfield!”

In come Steve’s friends Lucas and Max, Lucas wearing a suit that’s a horrific shade of yellow, and Max wearing a dress in a similar shade but that’s obviously a size or two too large. Still, they play their part by sticking their noses high in the air as they prance in. “Oh, hello, Master Harrington and your, ah, little friend,” Lucas sneers in an over-the-top posh voice.

“Apologies for us being so late, there were some dastardly little peasants on the road, I insisted Lucas here simply run the little roaches over, but somebody decided he just had to stop for them,” Max plays her part beautifully. You have to duck behind Steve’s back so as not to make them break character with your laughter.

Mike is the last to arrive, wearing a godawful green number that’s about four sizes too small for him, and you begin the first of what becomes the annual day-after tradition - you and Steve, once again dressed to the nines like you were the night before, along with your other friends. All hosting his younger friends who dress up in the worst ways they can possibly think of while acting as exaggerated versions of last night’s guests, each kid trying to outlast the other while making their friends try and break character. It becomes a real evening of merriment, laughter, karaoke, dancing and eating day-old leftovers. The Harrington Holiday Ball has nothing on its afterparty.

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smolbean12 · 11 months

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Hi, I love your heartbroken Haikyuu character stuff But do you think you can write me a scenario where the characters receive a really sweet confession or confess to someone? You can pick any characters you want. Also thanks for existing. I absolutely love your blog!

ohmigoshhh you're so sweet <3

Haikyuu!! Characters When They Get Confessed To

♡ Miya Atsumu ♡

Atsumu couldn't believe his eyes. Or ears. Or you. You confessed to him? YOU confessed to HIM?! He quickly grabs you by the shoulder and shakes you. "Ya are not jokin' right? Ya like like me or like like me? Like like or like??? Argh tell me!!"

By the time he's done shaking you and asking you those questions your head starts spinning. "Atsumu leave me! And-and I like like you alright?"

Atsumu obeys and stops but his hands are still on your shoulder. There was a moment of silence. And then:

"Wait- which like do ya mean? Like like or like like?"

"OH MY GOD ATSUMU I LOVE YOU OKAY?"

Atsumu steps back a bit, his hands raised up defensively. "Jeez calm down. Don't ya yell at me."

"Tsumu you're stupid," you chuckled out. However Atsumu doesn't pay any mind to that. Instead he smirks, smug and teasing. "Ya love me, huh? Aww I never thought you'd be so cheesy."

"I know, Tsumu. I have really bad taste in men," you reply with faux sadness.

Atsumu blanches. "Oh come on! Ya can't really say that. I'm a delight, no wonder ya fell in love." His grip on your shoulder tightens. "Besides I like ya too. Ya wanna go out with me?"

"You like like me or like like?"

The face he made was precious. You break out in laughter.

"Yes, Atsumu. A hundred times yes."

♡ Kuroo Tetsurou ♡

Practice had been the same as usual what with Yaku screaming at Lev and Kenma lazing around. Kuroo could not wait to go home, have a nice hot meal and sleep. He was too tired as he had pulled two all nighters to study for his exams.

He walked out of the school gym only to find you standing near the gates. He called out your name and jogged towards you. "Hey! What are you doing here? It's pretty late."

You waved back at him with a small smile. "Kuroo, I wanted to borrow your notes. I,uh, zoned out in class and didn't take any."

"Oh, sure why not!"

He started fishing for his notebook in his bag when he noticed that you were extremely fidgety. You were tapping your foot on the ground, playing with your fingers and glancing around the school grounds. He handed the book to you and before he could ask if you were alright you were already walking away with an urgent thank you and goodbye.

Kuroo went home confused and couldn't get it off his mind for the rest of the night. The next day you returned his notebook to him the first thing in the morning and this time, too, you were fidgety and seemed to be in a hurry. Again, you walked away from him before he could talk to you.

Kuroo simply thought you were sick, but something in the back of his head told him that that wasn't the reason. A week passed before you talked to him after volleyball practice.

'Hey, how ar-" He began to say but was interrupted by you.

"Kuroo did you not open your notebook after I returned it to you?"

Classes for that subject were canceled as their teacher had taken leave due to some family emergency, and since his exams were over too he never bothered to study. "No, not really," he said. "But why are you asking me this? And also why have you been acting so different?"

You ignored his questions entirely. Your mouth fell open in shock and realization. When you spoke again you seemed exasperated.

"Why didn't you? You should've opened! Oh, c'mon Kuroo," you rambled on and on.

And at that instant it felt like something had clicked in his brain. Oh. Now he understood.

He quickly pulled out the notebook from his bag and in his haste a piece of paper fell out of it. He picked it up and his suspicions were confirmed.

It was a love letter. Addressed to him. From you.

He looked at you, his face beet red just like you. "This is for me?" He spluttered out.

"Of course! God, I have been waiting for a whole week for you to reply to it but you never even saw it!"

Kuroo couldn't help but bark out a laugh. He was stupid, So, so stupid. He also felt really giddy. "So you like me?"

"Unfortuately, yes."

Work by: @smolbean12

thank you for reading :)

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onstrangerthighs · 1 year

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The Ugly Truth

Despite wishing her mother good night thirty minutes ago, Nancy’s eyes refuse to shut. Whenever she starts to drift off, she sees Barb crawling out from underground to blame her for what happened that night. Nancy would argue her case, but there’s no defense. She failed her friend. Barb hadn’t even wanted to go along in the first place!

I’m going insane just lying here. Maybe some warm milk will calm me down.

She passes the bathroom on the way to the stairs. Mom’s not in the tub? I didn’t hear the water go off. Huh.

The front door is open, and there’s the boy from Tina’s party who came speeding into Hawkins High School’s parking lot with his car radio on full blast. The boy Steve keeps staring at like a stunned fish. She’s shit with remembering names. Ben… something?

Curiosity gets the better of her. She stays very still on the second step, ears and eyes peeled.

Mom answered the door in her bathrobe? Nancy shifts her attention to Ben- no Billy, his name’s Billy. He seems… tense. Fidgety.

“I’m Nancy’s mother.”

“No.”

For some reason, Billy saying that in a clearly sarcastic tone makes her mother twirl her hair and giggle, “Yes” like a schoolgirl with a crush.

You’ve never acted this way with Dad.

“Mrs. Wheeler.”

“Um, I’m sorry, and you are?”

“Billy. Billy Hargrove.” He extends a hand for her to shake, and when she does, he puts his other hand over hers.

What the fuck is happening? Why aren’t you pulling away?

“You must be here for Nancy.”

“Nancy? No, no, no.”

One no would’ve done the trick.

“Not my type.”

Nancy snorts into her hand.

“Uh… No, actually I am looking for my little sister Max. Goes by Maxine. She’s been missing all day, and, uh, to be honest with you, I’ve been worried sick, you know, so…”

“Oh.”

You sound almost… disappointed. Why would you be, unless… No. Surely not.

“I thought she was at Lucas’, but Mrs. Sinclair said your house is the…the designated hangout, so, you know… Here I am.”

This has got to be the worst pretend pickup line I’ve ever heard. He’s got no interest in you, Mom. You know that, don’t you?

Billy comes in, and if he notices Nancy lurking at the top of the stairs as he goes into the kitchen, he doesn’t say anything.

“Their driveway is pretty dark this time of night,” Mom says, scribbling down an address for him. “So drive slowly.”

“Always.” He pockets the address and takes an extra bitter oatmeal cookie for the road.

Under the kitchen light, her mother dies, and all she sees is Karen Wheeler biting her bottom lip as she watches him walk away, her eyes glued to his ass.

Nancy doesn’t remember when her gun appeared in her hands, but her brain is surprisingly clear when she pulls the trigger. A bullet goes right between Karen’s eyes.

Killing people is surprisingly easy when you see who they really are.

Billy lies flat on the floor, hands cupped over his ears.

“I’m not going to shoot you.”

“You killed… your mother. God, Hicktown is fuckin’ crazy!”

Boy, he really catches on quick.

“You don’t know the half of it.” Nancy steps over Karen’s body and dials the number of Hopper’s secretary. She’s more likely to pick up than the Chief himself. “Hi, this is Nancy Wheeler. I need to talk to Chief Hopper. It’s important.”

She hears a grunt, and prepares the crocodile tears. Billy stares at her with a mix of awe and horror as her lower lip begins to tremble. “My mother st-started acting really strange. She turned the air conditioner down because she “liked it cold”. She-she loved the house being warm. Her voice came out all-all deep and empty. I looked into her eyes, and I knew my mother wasn’t…” she takes a shaky breath for added effect, then continues, “I knew she was gone. So I… I shot her. I don’t want to go to jail! I’m so scared, Chief.”

“You did the right thing, calling me. I’ll stop by your house and take care of things, okay? Do you have anywhere else to go tonight?”

“I’m not sure. I-”

Billy’s not on the floor anymore. His headlights are on. Crap.

I need to make sure he knows not to say anything.

Nancy gets into the passenger seat and he sends her a dirty look.

“You should really start locking your doors. It’s a safety precaution.”

“... I will keep that in mind. Now get out of my car.”

“You said you were looking for your sister, right?”

“She’s not my sister.”

“But you said-” “I know what I said. Look, I’d prefer to forget everything said and done in your freakshow house, Wheeler.”

“Nancy.”

“Fine. Nancy.”

“I know where Max is.”

“I’m not giving you shit in exchange for that information.”

“Well I should hope not.” Has this sort of thing happened to him before?

“I know how to keep a secret. I just… why did you do it?”

“We were always arguing. She never heard me. What pushed me over the edge was how she was with you. It made me want to puke. She should’ve stuck to her own age group.”

Billy goes eerily quiet, hands gripping his steering wheel until his knuckles turn white. His shoulders slacken, and he unclenches his jaw to offer her a weary, appreciative smile.

“Max is at the Byers’ house. Mike’s there, too. I can’t take him back to that house. He didn’t know… I don’t suppose you have room where you live?” Billy tenses up again.

She takes that as a no.”

“I’ll be your guide to the Byers’. I’m sure Mrs. Byers wouldn’t mind us staying over.”

He gives her a terse nod.

“Us includes you, Bonnie.”

Billy blinks several times, temporarily breaking out of his grim state. “Bonnie? Hold on, why the fuck am I not Clyde? Clyde’s a man.”

Nancy lets out a long sigh. “Do you actually care about that crap?”

“... No. I don’t,” he admits. “Bonnie has better hair anyway, so it fits.”

“You think you’re funny, huh.”

“I think I’m a fucking riot.”

“Humor is subjective.”

“It was your joke!”

****** “Am I dreaming, or is that you, Harrington?”

“Yeah, it’s me. Don’t cream your pants.”

Okay, now I wish I’d shot myself instead.

“Nancy???” Steve exclaims, dragging his eyes away from Billy’s chest.

So that’s why Billy took his jacket off.

She snickers, shaking her head. Steve Alexander Harrington, you haven’t changed one bit.

Billy seems to be glowing from Steve’s attention. Dorks.

“What’re you doing here, amigo?”

“Yeah, I could ask you the same thing, amigo.”

Oh, Steve, you’re not fooling anyone.

“Looking for my stepsister. A little birdie told me she was here.”

Nancy awkwardly waves. I doubt they’re even aware I exist.

“Huh. That’s weird. I don’t know her.”

“Small, redhead, bit of a bitch?”

“I heard that!” a girl yells from inside the house.

“I wanted you to!”

“You guys are going to wake up the whole neighborhood!” Nancy yells.

“I think we’re a little quieter than a gu- guy who’s bangin’ his wife.”

“Are you two… friends or something?” Steve says, squinting like he’s come face to face with an impossible math problem.

“Amigos in crime.”

“You didn’t tell him any embarrassing stories about me, did you? Nance?”

“Stories? What stories?”

“It’s a school night. We should all head inside and get some rest.”

“Nance!”

“Shut up, Steve.”

“Yeah, shut up, Pretty Boy.”

“Keep the flirting to a minimum, there are children present.”

Steve’s jaw drops. “WHAT? FLIRTING?”

Billy cackles, slapping his knee, his face matching the color of his shirt.

New hobby unlocked.

*****

“Does Mrs. Byers have any grub around here? I’m gonna check the fridge.”

“Billy, I wouldn’t do that if I were you-"

“WHAT THE FUCK-”

#nancy wheeler #billy hargrove #fix it fic #nancy & billy #harringrove #steve harrington #my writing #unedited #tw karen wheeler #billy hargrove deserved better

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sweetwolfcupcake · 1 year

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Steel Blue: The Lover

Shades of Obsession Universe

Steel Blue

Yoongi was not sure when he had fallen asleep, but he woke up to a rather tense and chaotic household. From his room, he could hear the muffled voices– one of Taehyung, the other of Namjoon, Jimin and even Jin. As the voices grew louder and over one another, he made his way to the living room.

“I know I fucked up, I FUCKING fucked up! You don’t have to remind me of that.”

“Tone it down Tae, Yoongi is resting— and of course, I need to remind you how bad you fucked up, you know how fucking upset she sounded and how upset it made (Y/N)?” Jin hissed, hands on his waist and the sleeves of his oversized sweatshirt rolled up.

Namjoon sat on the couch, legs crossed and fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, even from where Yoongi stood, he could tell that the leader was barely keeping his fuse and by the way he—

“Shut.the.hell.up!”

And Namjoon’s seemingly endless fuse had snapped. It was evident by the low, guttural growl the man let out.

“Call her,” Jin suggested.

“I already did, I God I already did hyung! She’s not picking up, she’s not!” Taehyung cried out, tugging at his hair frantically before kicking the wall with all his might.

“What’s wrong?”

Everybody’s head turned towards a rather dishevelled Yoongi, but that was the least of Taehyung’s concerns as he rushed to him.

“Hyung–hyung Aeri, she-she is not picking up my call she left, she left the apartment and she’s just gone!” the younger male was visibly distressed as he breathlessly tried to explain the situation in hand.

“Left?” Yoongi whispered as a familiar cold feeling settled on him.

Like Holly left me?

Yet, he managed to level his voice with a gulp to confirm.

“Calm down Tae, please, calm down. Come sit with me.”

“It’s my fault, it’s my fucking fault! I screamed at her, told her horrible things and—and marched out of the apartment to clear my mind but–but when I returned, she, she wasn’t there—her car keys, her phone, cards, even her wallet was gone. A–and even her toothbrush!”

Yoongi sighed mentally– a temporary absence was still better than a permanent departure.

“So it was a rash decision, you know her friends, have their numbers?”

“I—I always thought that (Y/N)-ie and we are the only people she is close to,” he whispered out hopelessly.

“And she had not gone to (Y/N),” Yoongi stated

“She had not gone to (Y/N), Taehyung repeated.

“The old apartment she shared with (Y/N)?”

Taehyung only shook his head. He looked devastated and Yoongi could not bare to see his brother like that. He had to do something, anything. He could not afford to let any of the other members experience the pain he had experienced and was experiencing.

The sound of a ringtone pierced through the heaviness settled in the room before everyone’s head whipped towards the source.

Jin fished out his phone from his pocket with an exasperated frown before it smoothened and he picked up the call.

“Jagiya? Everything alright? Hmm–Oh, really? Thank you so much (Y/N)! She’s safe? Okay, okay I will call you soon…yes. Good night, get some rest okay? Yes, I know. Bye.”

Jin sighed with a relieved smile as he put his phone back in his pocket.

“Guys, I have good news—Yah! You punk, listen here, it is about Aeri.”

He was in a visibly lighter mood after the phone call and it did help to relieve the knotting tension in the atmosphere.

Taehyung jumped on his feet at the mention of Aerin “What about Aeri?”

“She called (Y/N) a few minutes ago, she’s at her colleague’s place. (Y/N) is sending me an address and Aeri mentioned that she doesn’t want to see you right now so…”

“Okay, let’s take out the car, I need to get there as soon as possible.”

With that, Taehyung marched past him, rushing for his car keys, completely ignoring Jin’s words. The latter shared a look with Yoongi and scoffed.

“Let’s just go,” Namjoon spoke up before leading everyone out of the room.

—---------

“Amara? Is it?” Namjoon hummed as he read through the address (Y/N) had sent Jin while Yoongi drove through the quietened streets of Seoul.

Their car finally stopped near an apartment building. It looked somewhat old and perhaps would need a bit more maintenance, but the area was not unsafe– much to their relief.

Taehyung was ready to jump out of the car but Hoseok stopped him “Tae, she explicitly stated that she does not want to see you right now and the things you spit out at her…” he trailed off with a disappointed sigh.

“Let me and Jin handle this.” he concluded.

“He’s right Taehyung.” Yoongi agreed as he stared ahead at the building, looking around for any passerby.

If someone manages to recognise them, they would be in trouble. Taehyung nodded curtly before Jin and Hoseok wore their bucket hats, face masks and jackets and walked out of the car.

“Why aren’t they back yet? Not even a text?”

Taehyung was visibly agitated– not that the younger ones were very patient, but with Aerin gone, taehyung was practically a ticking time bomb.

“Relax they’ll be here.” Jimin tried to reassure him in vain.

“I’m Going.”

Before anybody could react, taehyung was out of the car and jogging towards the building.

“Taehyung–Tae– Jimin and Jungkook, you both stay here,” Yoongi instructed before he and Namjoon chased after the berserk man.

“What the hell were you even thinking?” Namjoon hissed as he grabbed the younger male by his arm.

“Let’s go and see.” his eyes were struck by the floor above. They were already halfway through the stairs, another floor and they would meet Aerin.

With an annoyed sigh, Namjoon let go of Taehyung’s arm and let continued to climb the stairs instead. Yoongi followed close behind Taehyung, he could already hear some light mummers, and as they approached closer to their destination, the sounds only amplified.

“What do you mean by this? How can you not know us?” Hoseok's voice was wrapped with confusion with a hint of annoyance.

“I mean, I do know you but you people are still strangers. I do not know you.” the woman hissed.

“Has she not—” Jin was cut off by Taehyung

“What is happening here? Where is Aeri?” the three heads turned to Taehyung.

“Look, I’m sorry but Aerin has not mentioned that her boyfriend is a celebrity! How can this be even possible?”

The woman spoke out. Hoseok frowned, Yoongi could see that his patience was wearing thin.

“Listen my friend just—”

“Mara? What’s happening…” Aerin’s voice trailed down as she came out of a room and neared the door.

“Uh…here—they're saying—.”

“Aerin, love, are you okay?”

Not caring for anything, Taehyung pushed the door open forcibly

“Hey!” the woman was evidently pissed at the rashness, but perhaps not more than Aerin herself.

“What are you doing here?” Aerin hissed at Taehyung

“Love I—”

“I don’t want to see you right now, why can’t you get it.”

“Taehyung, Tae, give her some space, you both need it.”

Yoongi finally intervened, stopping Taehung from forcibly stepping inside the woman’s apartment.

They could not afford any scandal after (Y/N) and Jin’s almost-exposed relationship.

“Look, we’re sorry, and Aerin, I’m just relieved to know that you’re okay and safe.”

Jin stepped forward and effectively took control of the situation while Namjoon was engaged with his phone, probably testing Bang PD.

The other woman, though displeased, also stood stiff as a stone. Having seven grown men at one’s doorstep, demanding to see her friend in the middle of the night would be intimidating to anyone after all.

“We’re leaving, and are greatly regretful for the inconvenience we have caused, it was only out of concern for our friend.” Jin did not hesitate from apologising to soothe the situation.

“Amara, I apologise on their behalf, I should not have dragged you into this.” Aerin’s voice weighed heavy with guilt.

“We are going, we heartily apologise once more.” he bowed deeply before pulling Taehyng along with him.

The younger man was unwilling but one hard glare from Jin and he was moving along with his head bowed and shoulders sagged as if a child were denied his favourite treat.

—----

“You know how embarrassing it was?” I told you—fucking specifically asked you to stay the hell back but no!”

Namjoon was fuming– his jaws ticking constantly as he ground out the words. He ran his fingers through his hair, muffling it as they drove back to the dorm.

“Wait, stop the car!” the vehicle came to a jerky halt at Yoongi’s command.

“Anything wrong?” the manager sounded concerned.

“It will be a quick trip, I promise.” Yoongi huffed while putting on his face mask and cap.

“What’s wrong with you Hyung? You want a drink? I will make you one at the dorm, don’t just risk things now.” Namjoon was visibly annoyed, his shoulders stiffened as he spoke.

“I’m not that stupid Joon, it’ll be quick, I promise.”

That was all Yoongi had as an explanation before he hopped out of the car and jogged inside the bar–an elite bar that hosted the group regularly, the owner knew Mr Bang and things were generally smoother and better there. But grabbing a drink at two in the morning was a bit unusual for them.

What seemed like an hour later, Yoongi jogged back into the car.

Namjoon chose not to interrogate the older male this time. It had been a rough day for them, first, Holly paid a visit and broke his hyung’s heart all over again and now Taehyung had upset Aerin to the point that the girl had moved away temporarily. He often wondered how would he be when he–if he ever found his ‘the one’? He had been in relationships– they never seemed to work, either he failed to open up or ended up regretting it.

He glimpsed at a distraught Taehyung and a distant Yoongi. Both anguished, but in love. Namjoon knew that their ‘love’ was…different– to put it lightly, but they did not care. Where they stood was the peak. A lonesome, scary peak. They wanted true, unconditional love, they needed it. They were so starved, littered with cracks, so twisted…They wanted it all when it came to love. And Namjoon knew that he would do everything and anything in order to make sure that his members have their perfect love stories in their palms. He did not care, not anymore.

—----

“This better be urgent, I am having a meeting in the next hour.” even if he tried, Bang PD’s voice gave away the slight irritation he felt.

“I assure you that it is a matter of urgency. And I need Hybe’s long reach.” Yoongi replied as he sat calmly on the other side of the table.

They currently sat in Bang PD’s cabin where Yoongi had requested for a quick but urge t meeting.

“What have you done now?” though he sounded nonchalant, Yoongi knew that PD-nim was shaking his head in his mind.

Yoongi let out a short breath and straightened up, tilting his head slightly “How much deep can we reach in the system?”

“It's all a matter of money and connection. How deep are you willing to go?”

“Hybe has hands in funding the election campaign…”

“What do you want, Yoongi?”

Mr Bang did not have time to entertain moving around the bush, he hit straight to the point. Yoongi nodded and replied.

“I would need Hybe’s assistance in…something. Just for convenience’s sake. Would a glitch be too much to ask for?”

—-----

Removing his shirt, Yoongi moved towards his closet, feeling lighter but also no less dreary. It had been a long day of shoots and recordings and his eyes weighed heavy. But it was all going to fade soon.

Very soon…

He smirked as he unbuttoned his shirt, his porcelain chest lay bare in front of the mirror with a delicate ‘7’ tattooed on his left and at a pinky’s gap, ‘Min Holly’.

****

Phew! It has been a while since I updated. And believe me, I have been feeling both helpless and guilty. The exams and the sudden passing of a loved one left me...Tired, emotionally drained, mentally drained and overall, I felt I was in a creative stagnation. For a while, I did not like anything I was previously passionate about. Nothing appealed to me, and nothing much mattered-- I was simply following a schedule I had set for myself and fighting to put myself back on track.

But I had been writing bits of each fic and while I had intended to make this part longer, I just wished to update and get into the fanfic writer shoes again. I will update whenever I can, I cannot promise to be regular, academics are keeping me busy these days. But thank you for all your support and patience. Thank you for being so understanding. Just thank you.

#yandere bts #bts yandere #yandere yoongi #yoongi ynadere #yandere idol #possessive yoongi #dark yoongi #dark bts #steel blue #steel blue: The Lover

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Gentlemen and Players

(Got distracted and so didn't get to part 1 before part 2 arrived, so I am posting about both parts at once.)

Hey everybody, get excited - it's cricket time! Everything I know about cricket, I learned from E W Hornung and Dorothy Sayers. Here is the sum total of my cricket knowledge: Raffles and Lord Peter are Good At It. That's it; that's all I've got.

Thing 1:

"Cricket," said Raffles, "like everything else, is good enough sport until you discover a better. As a source of excitement it isn't in it with other things you wot of, Bunny, and the involuntary comparison becomes a bore. What's the satisfaction of taking a man's wicket when you want his spoons?

The line about the spoons is so funny to me. I realize that fancy flatware is worth stealing and fencing or whatever but it's still so funny.

Being a gentleman thief who steals jewelry: daring, classy, dare I say, 'sexy'.

Being a gentleman thief who steals spoons: just the silliest thing.

Also very funny is Raffles pouting in his terrible straw hat about the cricket not going his way not five paragraphs after saying he doesn't care at all about it. Thank god someone properly illustrated this ridiculous moment.

Thing 2: "A young gentleman of the exquisite type," huh, Bunny? Bunny my Bunny, no matter how hard you try, you are not good at pretending to be straight.

Thing 3: Oh, poor Bunny, who is now more worried about being humiliated on the cricket field than he is about committing a crime. Let's be real - I too would much rather rob someone than be watched while miserably (and inevitably) failing at a sporting event. Bunny's a better man than I, because I would probably have faked a dire illness or an overseas trip or something to get out of playing sports in front of people, no matter how in love with Raffles I was.

Thing 4: Raffles' weird moral/ethical code is so fascinating. It would be the height of rudeness to rob one's host. But if you're invited somewhere solely because you're good at cricket, then you're practically being treated as an employee which a) is an insult and b) makes you not really a guest. And therefore it's not only acceptable (if still a bit tacky) but almost compulsory to rob said host, as revenge for the insult he's given you.

Thing 5: Aww, Bunny has decided this time not to get cranky that Raffles isn't telling him things, after Raffles rescued him last time! Very cute - let's see how long that resolution lasts.

Also extremely cute is Raffles' little training regimen of fishing and impromptu games of catch. One hopes they alleviate Bunny's anxiety about sports at least a little.

Thing 6:

...we found an enormous house-party assembled, including more persons of pomp, majesty, and dominion than I had ever encountered in one room before. I confess I felt overpowered. Our errand and my own presences combined to rob me of an address upon which I have sometimes plumed myself...

Because we only ever see Bunny with Raffles and therefore almost always at some point in the commission of a crime, we always see Bunny rattled and anxious, rather than in his element. It's interesting to imagine Bunny at his ease, who is apparently charming, personable and fun at parties. Probably, were he not worried about the police, he and Miss Melhuish might have ended up having a lot of fun gossiping about everyone else at the party. Miss Melhuish is clearly having a lot of fun imagining burglars with him and thinking about whose jewelry she would steal if she had the chance.

Also, the hilarious fear-inspired arrogance of thinking that he and Raffles are "two well-known London thieves" the presence of whom the police might have been alerted to! You have pulled at most three* whole jobs together, Bunny, and haven't run into the police on any of them. You are, as yet, the opposite of "well-known thieves". Literally no one knows about you.

Thing 7: Raffles taking his shoes off so that he can pace properly without bothering other people in the house and worrying (if only a little) if smoking inside is allowed is very cute. I love how excited he gets at the idea of both observing some 'professional' criminals and also beating both them and the police.

Also very cute is Bunny replying to his "My dear Bunny" with his own "My dear A.J.", the very first time we've seen Bunny call him that.

Thing 8:

I had still enough of the honest man in me to welcome the postponement of our actual felonies, to dread their performance, to deplore their necessity: which is merely another way of stating the too patent fact that I was an incomparably weaker man than Raffles, while every whit as wicked. I had, however, one rather strong point. I possessed the gift of dismissing unpleasant considerations, not intimately connected with the passing moment, entirely from my mind. Through the exercise of this faculty I had lately been living my frivolous life in town with as much ignoble enjoyment as I had derived from it the year before; and similarly, here at Milchester, in the long-dreaded cricket-week, I had after all a quite excellent time.

A) The idea that it would be a better and almost more noble thing to actually fully commit to being a criminal rather than the wishy-washy state that Bunny currently finds himself in is going to come up more prominently in later stories, but it's interesting that Bunny is already thinking about it, at least a little.

B) Except that we are talking about Bunny 'my greatest strength is not thinking about stuff I find unpleasant until I absolutely have to' Manders, so no conclusions will be reached at this time.

Thing 9: Awww, Bunny actually does all right at cricket! Good for him. I like that he and Miss Melhuish are continuing to be house-party friends as well and that she "said pretty things to [him]" about the cricket. (Sorry, miss, he's very cute but also very taken.)

Thing 10: Awww part 2, Bunny hearing Mackenzie grabbing someone in the hallway in the middle of the night, clearly thinking it's Raffles who's been caught, and flinging the door open to valiantly rush to the rescue! I mean, it isn't Raffles needing rescuing at all, but by god, he tried. Don't worry, Bunny - someday you will actually manage to heroically come to Raffles' rescue, I promise.

And also we get our first example of Bunny being surprisingly effective at unarmed melee combat but only when he's startled/panicking.

Thing 11: And then, our first properly happy ending, where everyone gets what they wanted: Bunny gets to feel a little heroic and like he's done something good, and Raffles gets to feel clever and to walk off with the best of the shiny things, and they both presumably get enough money to continue not having real jobs. Applause all round!

Thing 12: Raffles did not in any way need Bunny for this job. He does nothing to facilitate the robbery and any help he provides in distracting or hindering the professional criminals is purely coincidental and could have been expected of any of the other members of the house party. Bunny is not useful and it is, in fact, more work to get him to the house: Raffles has to lie to his host about Bunny's cricket skills and then scurry off to clandestinely play catch with him to get him even close to faking it.

Raffles just prefers having Bunny around, is the thing. If there's a chance of something fun/exciting happening, Bunny should be around for it. And if the party turns out to be boring and there's no opportunity for crime, at least Bunny will be there to hang out with.

It's easier to tell that Bunny is smitten, because he tells us all the time, but Raffles is totally head over heels for his rabbit as well. He's just slightly subtler about it because he's not the narrator.

Both Raffles movies from the 1930s are based loosely on this story (and its sequel, "The Return Match"). I cannot in fairness recommend either of them as good adaptations - they are both so straight that they feel they have to give Raffles a girlfriend - but the 1930 version is at least kinda fun, and Bunny gets to tackle a dude in his pajamas.** The 1939 version is a remake starring David Niven and Olivia de Havilland and I love both of them but it has been hit super hard by the Hays Code - barely has a Bunny at all, and Raffles has to turn himself in at the end, because the Code didn't allow people to be shown profiting from a crime. It's a bit depressing, really.

They're not terrible movies and are a bit worth seeing as curiosities if nothing else, but maybe just watch the 1970s tv show instead.

*Depending on where you think "Out of Paradise" fits in the chronology.

**How the dude got into Bunny's pajamas, I'll never know. /Groucho Marx impression

#letters from bunny #raffles #gentlemen and players

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Whatever the Fuck This Is

Okay, I lied, there is actually one more part after this one, and that's the one I'm super stressed bout, but I'm hopeful the setup makes it not as awful as I'm fearing it will be. Mleh here. Previous section here.

She was stupid, trying to do so much, but she hated being helpless. She’d left the maternity home in a desperate effort to reclaim her life and her future, what an indignity to once again be captive to her own aggravating immobility.

“I ain’t gonna say ‘I told you so’...”

“That’s good,” Maggie breathed, sitting forward to stretch the slow, pulsing ache in her back. “Because I wouldn’t want to have to cut you up into little pieces.”

“I’ll just keep all the knives on the floor, you’ll never be able to pick ‘em up.”

She looked at him balefully, but laughing. “Does it feel good to be so mean to me?”

He grinned to himself, eyes focused on the wood block in his hands. He pared slivers of white onto the tea towel draping his knees, never once cutting into his thumb, which Maggie found the most incredible part. She’d seen him measuring a tiny brass hinge against it earlier, and assumed it would be some kind of box, but it was too early to divine the shape.

“You ever going to make something for me?” she asked. One side of his smile widened.

“Girl, I made you a whole bunch of things.” “You made the baby all those things.”

“Ain’t they yours by extension?” He flicked a curl of wood from around his index finger. “Alright, what do you want?”

She winced softly and leaned to one side, fingers digging for the low, dull pain beneath her abdomen.

“Oh, how about some jewelry? I don’t have any of that.”

“Nice pair of earrings, maybe?”

“Just saying.”

“Hm.” He cut again into the wood. Cast her a fraction of a glance. “...Could make you a ring.”

The suggestion didn’t register at first, her mind too preoccupied with finding and releasing the nagging ache. By the time her ears and mind connected Levi was refocused on his carving, blinking as he worked. She breathed out.

“Wait… what?”

“Think you a need heating pad more than jewelry,” he dismissed. “Seems like you can’t get comfortable tonight.”

Maggie wanted to say more, but she couldn’t find a way back into the conversation. And God, this ache was just miserable.

“I don’t know even if that’ll help. Hopefully it doesn’t keep me up another night. Thank God it’s nearly over.”

His expression clouded, thoughtful, as he glanced over.

“Is it?”

“Two more weeks,” she said, prayerful. When she looked at him again, his eyes were wide. “What? What is it?”

“Two weeks? Is that all?”

“Isn’t that long enough?” She laughed. His expression didn’t relax. “...you alright?”

“Hard not to be nervous. Aren’t you nervous?”

“Oh, hell yes. I’m scared shitless. I’m just glad you have some experience.”

Levi lowered knife and block to his lap, goggling at her.

“I have what now?”

“Well you raise sheep, don’t you? How many lambs have you added to the flock just since I’ve been here? I know they mostly handle it on their own, but surely childbirth can’t all be a huge mystery to you.”

Slowly, with utmost care for every word, he said, “I, uh, get your point? But I don’t make a habit of comparing the business ends of sheep and women.”

“There’s gotta be some similarities.”

Levi started to say something else, then laughed and wagged his blade in one hand.

“You know what? I’m just gonna keep my mouth shut, on account of there’s no joke I can make right now that will do me even a lick of good.”

“...suppose I probably should have addressed this sooner. At least the doctor’s close.” She stretched her back again, wincing, then fished around in the magazine basket alongside the couch. Her fingers tripped over the spines until she found the spiral-bound book she’d taken back with her from the maternity home. “Maybe this thing has some idea how I can feel better.”

He looked over, curious, as he gathered the towel and shavings, setting them aside..

“What’s that, now?”

“Oh, we each got a copy of this when we arrived at Divine Mercy. Expectant Motherhood. I was probably meant to give it back when I left, but. Oops. It’s supposed to tell you all about your pregnancy, what to expect, what delivery’s going to be like. The nuns at school never really got too much past Just Don’t, when it came to this sort of thing. It’s pretty interesting.”

The weight of his eyes was heavy as she turned the pages. After a few minutes of outright gawking she snagged his sleeve, dragging him in closer.

“Come here. Do you want to look at it, instead of reading over my shoulder?”

“Uh… no, I think I’ve, uh--” He made an uncomfortable noise as she planted it on his lap. Initially she turned the pages for him, but slowly he took over, as engrossed as he was mortified.

“Oh no,” he said softly. “This is. This is very well illustrated.”

She sent him a look.

“You’re getting me very worried here, Levi.”

“No no, I’m… I’ll be fine, this is fine. Wow, that is just. That’s quite a lot of detail they’ve included.”

He backtracked from the more explicit content, letting the pages flip from under his thumb, jumping from place to place. Something caught his eye, and he stopped, reading.

His head came up. “You can feel it kick?”

Maggie blinked. “The baby?”

“Yeah.”

“Of course I can feel it kick. How did you not know that?”

“How would I know that? I never had one inside me.”

Her hands folded to her face. “Oh my God.”

“Well does it hurt?”

“Yeah, sometimes,” she agreed. “Especially when she gets me right in the ribs. Mostly it feels weird being reminded you have something inside you that’s not you.” A pause, musing. “Do you want to feel it?”

Levi’s eyes went wide again. “What? How would that work?”

A laugh broke out of her. She closed the book with one hand, shoving him gently with the other.

“Go get me a glass of cold water.”

“You’re for serious, right now.”

“I can’t believe you’ve never done this before. Go. With ice.”

By the time he returned she’d unbuttoned her dress over the globe of her stomach.

“Oh,” he settled beside her. “It’s that kinda’ party, is it?”

“Dummy. Gimme that,” she took the glass first, then his hand.

Maggie frankly didn’t even like looking at herself in the mirror these days, unhappy with the unflattering lattice of stretch marks and pale blue veins, but this was worth making an exception. She fit his hand to the curve of bare skin just under her flattened navel, then off to one side, his fingers delving under the stiff broadcloth. He sat motionless, swallowing thickly, ears deeply red.

“That’s where she’s been getting me real good,” she said. “I don’t know if it’s a foot, a fist or, what.”

“W…wh-what am I, uh--”

“Hang on.”

She drank, as quickly and deeply as she could with one hand, the other holding Levi’s palm in place. She was halfway through the glass when the baby fluttered and squirmed, a tiny, furious foot -- or fist -- jackhammering with enough vigor to catch her breath.

“Little shit,” she sputtered water, pressing her wrist to her mouth.

He stared, lips parted on a unspoken thought, eyes wide to the whites but focused into space. Maggie smiled and drank again, more slowly this time, pressing his hand in place as the baby stirred with a telegraph-stutter against his palm. Only his eyes moved.

“Levi,” she laughed. She set the glass aside, cupping his cheek with the cool condensation from her palm. “Levi, breathe.”

He did, finally, like a soul restored to its body.

“Hey,” he whispered.

Her thumb stroked the bridge of his cheek. “Hey.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?”

The answer wouldn’t come out, or maybe he couldn’t make sense of it. He was close again, so close she felt the warmth of each small, shallow breath, his eyes moving in a way that didn’t see her. She expected something from him -- a laugh, a kiss, hell anything -- but got only that staring, breathing, shell-socked stillness. Maggie lost her smile, trying to catch his gaze from wherever it had gone.

“Levi? Hey, you’re scaring me.”

“...I’m sorry.” He slid away from her, back into his place on the couch. He still didn’t see her.

“Sorry for what?”

He stood, and Maggie’s heart pumped ice water into her veins. He took three sleepwalker steps away, staring.

“Levi, what’s wrong? Are you alright?”

“I’m… I’m alright…” His hands caged open with want for something to steady himself. Shaking fingers raked through his hair. He moved for the door. “I’m fine. I just… need a minute.”

“A minute? Where are you--”

The screen door clattered closed behind him and he tripped on the porch steps on his way down. She quickly lost track of his silhouette against the ink of the sky, and by the time she’d rocked and strained and levered up from the sofa he was gone from sight. No crunch of boots on gravel, no clotted roar of the pickup’s engine starting. Just the night, cricket-loud, the rhinestone glitter of stars, the creak of a weathervane. The vacancy. The loss.

A minute, he said. One became twenty. Forty. An hour.

Maggie waited up as long as she could, but eventually the pain in her back demanded rest. She put away her book, shut off the radio and rinsed out their mugs of evening coffee. She closed up his knife and shook the wood shavings into the trash, rubbing her thumb over the chiseled surface of the shape he’d been slowly freeing from its block of wood: a clumsy heart, patient in its execution, almost complete.

She checked the screen door one last time, but the night simply wore on without him. No light in the barn, his car still at rest in the driveway. He was out there, somewhere. Somewhere close, but not with her. That was the hardest ache to relieve.

She left the light on for him and went to bed.

Final section here

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blueicequeen19 · 2 years

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Touron Pt. 1

I feel so out of place. Awkward might as well be my middle name. It's not my first time visiting OBX for the summer but it's the first time I've noticed the Kook and Pogue divide. This is also my first party. My cousins always bragged about the beach parties that take place all summer and they wouldn't leave me alone until I decided to join them. I'd rather be curled up watching Netflix but whatever.

I didn't have any friends back home because I was the shy, nerdy girl who didn't like to socialize yet here I was practically thrown to the wolves. My cousin insisted I borrow one of her floral dresses and she curled my naturally wavy brown hair. At least now I looked like a flowery bump on a log that didn't belong.

"Hi." I look up from twirling my hair to see a handsome blonde boy with a playful grin. His long, messy hair screams surfer, along with the shark tooth necklace and beaded bracelets. My stomach dropped and my cheeks flushed. He was gorgeous.

"Hi." I squeaked as he sat down next to me, holding two red solo cups full of beer.

"I haven't seen you around before so I thought I'd introduce myself and offer you a beer." He never lost his smile as he offered me one of the cups. I'd sampled enough beer to know I didn't like it but I took the cup anyway with a small smile. "I'm JJ."

"Lucy, but you can call me Lu." I said softly, averting my eyes from his blue ones. Even in the dark I could tell that they looked like the ocean. Why did I care so much about tiny details?

"Lucy. I like that. It's pretty." JJ took a large drink of his beer, never taking his eyes off me.

"It's a grandma name." I joke, although that's how kids used to tease me growing up. It's either a kids name or a dogs name. So original.

"Lucille is a grandma name. Lucy is short and sweet, like you." Wow. Smooth talker and it's totally working. Warmth floods my body and my cheeks burn. When he smiles a dimple forms on one side and I ache to poke it. It takes me a second to realize that he's talking and I'm staring, totally not hearing what he said.

"I'm sorry, I was totally spacing out." I blurt, covering my red cheeks with my hands. That playful grin stays on his face.

"I could tell. You think I'm cute." JJ teases and my cheeks burn under my hands. "It's cool. I think you're cute too." Now my cheeks hurt from smiling.

"Do these lines usually work for you?" I find myself asking, lowering my hands.

"I don't know. Is it working?" He bites his bottom lip and it's the hottest thing I've ever seen. I want to bite it too.

"It's totally not working. I must be immune to your charm." Oh. My. God. I'm totally flirting back!

"Impossible. No one is immune to the JJ Maybank charm."

"Must be a rough day for you then." I sit my hand down on the log and he sits his on top of mine. Maybe he's just being overly flirty but it almost feels—intimate. I pull my hand away and he clears his throat.

"So you're a Touron?" He asks, finishing off his beers and straddling the log so he's facing me.

"Is that another Kook or Pogue thing?" I ask and he nods with a smirk.

"Kinda. Touron's are neutral ground though." He gives me a wink and I want to fall over.

"So it's like a gang? Are you in a gang, JJ?" I give a fake gasp, clutching my chest and he throws back his head with laughter. God, he's given me five minutes of attention and I'm obsessed.

"You could say that. You should come hang out sometime with me and my gang. Go fishing on the marsh or something. Look for lost treasures." I giggle, lost for words and he smiles back. Without thinking, I hand him my phone.

"Put your number in and I'll text you when I'm free." He gives me that lip biting grin again before quickly typing his number in then posing as he takes a selfie.

"I was going to list myself as "the hot guy from the party" but I didn't want you to think it was something else." He teases as he hands my phone back. Butterflies fill my stomach at the sight of his picture listed with his contact info and address. I smirked when I read the name. "The Charmer 😉"

"Do you not like the beer?" He asks after a moment of silence and I look down to the still full cup I've sit next to me on the log.

"I uh—." I start to lie, being the people pleaser I am, but he catches on.

"It's fine. You don't have to. I'd get you something else if I had it." JJ picks up the cup and takes a drink. My nerves are at ease at his sweet words.

"How do you drink it and not even make a face? Beer is so tart." I make a disgusted face and he chuckles.

"Lots of practice." I get another wink and my stomach flips. As the night goes on, I notice the more he drinks the more he flirts. We're both red faced and laughing by the time another long haired boy approaches us with a goofy grin.

"I'm sorry to interrupt but the bus is leaving." The boy gives me a soft smile and turns to JJ.

"It's cool, JB. I'm gonna walk Lucy home then I'll be home."

"Lucy, I'm John B. Don't listen to a word this guy says about me. I'm the better man for you." Another flirt. I blush but keep my eyes on JJ. I shake John B's hand and he walks off with a salute to JJ.

"He's right, yaknow." JJ smirks with a slight shake of his head as he picks at something on the log.

"About?" I question.

"He's the better man." I shake my head. There's no way yet I can't find the words to say that would make him feel better without humiliating myself. I get to my feet and brush myself off, feeling his eyes on me.

"I'm ready when you are." I gesture for him to follow and he does.

We walk and talk and laugh all the way back to my cousins house where I'm staying. I've never felt this type of connection with someone person. It's like we clicked and everything came so naturally. Half way through our journey, my fingers accidentally brushed his and he took my hand without hesitation. The butterflies in my stomach were going crazy and my skin was tingling from his hand in mine. His hands were large and warm and callused with a couple rings on his fingers. I smiled at the ground as his thumb stroked mine.

"Favorite movie?" He asks as we approach the stone wall of my cousins property. I slow down, turning to face him because I'm not ready for this night to end yet.

"I'm a sucker for action movies but I love Harry Potter. So probably a tie between anything Marvel and Harry Potter. You?" I ask and he grins, his signature response whenever we share the same tastes. He blows a bubble with the minty gum he's been chewing as he thinks.

"Which Harry Potter movie is your favorite? And if you don't say Prisoner of Azkaban I will turn this car around right now." JJ laughs and I raise my dark brow at him.

"Did you even watch Order of the Phoenix? Because it was definitely the best." I counter and he pulls me against him. Our chests meet and I can feel his rapid heart beating against mine. My breath catches in my throat as I become highly aware of his hands touching me. The hands that are sliding down my arms and circle my waist.

"I'd like to kiss you now." His minty breath washes over my mouth and I find myself nodding. I didn't dare tell him he would be my first kiss or that I was terrified of being bad at it. I lift up on my toes just as he leans down and brushes my lips with his. An inferno blazes through my body as he keeps kissing me, one of his hands gently cupping the back of my neck. I gasp when he slips his tongue in my mouth but I just go with it before he can stop. I mimic his motions, flicking and molding our tongues together until I get the sudden urge to suck his tongue into my mouth. I'd read it in a book once and always wanted to try it. His whole body jerks as I suck his tongue into my mouth and he breaks away, panting. Our foreheads are pressed together as we fight to catch our breath and I can't see his eyes because of his messy hair. Nerves fill my stomach. Maybe I shouldn't have done that.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think. I shouldn't have done that." I pant and he tilts his head up slightly, his expression hard. And hungry. His pupils are blown, making his eyes look black and his lips are swollen and wet.

"Don't ever apologize. Do it again." His hand grips my neck roughly and we're kissing again. My body is suddenly pinned against the stone wall by his and the fire in my blood is burning me alive. The pulsing between my legs becomes painful to the point I'm whimpering against his lips. His hand gradually slides up my dress and caressing my sex through my panties.

"Is this okay?" He pants against my lips and I nod. I don't care that anyone could drive by and see. I don't want his hands to leave my body. I gasp when his hand slips into my panties and rubs my tiny bundle of nerves. I've only ever masturbated one time just to experiment but this was so much better.

"You're so wet." His mouth finds my neck and I whimper again. I feel his free hand brace against the wall as his lips devour my neck. I tangle my hands in his hair, desperately trying to keep him as close as possible. A finger teases my entrance until he finally sinks in, agonizingly slow. A choked moan leaves my lips and he tenses.

"God, the sounds you make. And you're so tight."

"I'm sorry." I pant. Why am I apologizing? I'm so drunk on lust I can't think.

"What did I tell you? Stop apologizing. I want to hear all your sounds. I bet you could wake the neighbors with how loud I make you." His dirty words make me clench around him and he chuckles, kissing me hard.

"J." I breathe as he adds another finger, curling it inside me.

"I love it when you say my name." JJ groans against my lips. My hand slips from his chest and grazes over the bulge in his shorts, causing him to jerk. I palm him without thinking and his fingers pump harder.

"I'm gonna cum." I lean my head back against the stone wall as I feel the dam break and euphoria washes over me, soft moans leaving my lips. JJ pulls his hand free but keeps his body pressed against mine. I had a lot of firsts tonight and I was exhausted.

"I should go inside." I whisper softly as his lips find mine again. He pulls away abruptly and looks over my head, past the stone wall and to the large white mansion sitting there.

"You live here?" He asks, his face puzzled.

"My cousin does. I'm staying here for the summer." I answer. The butterflies I had all night suddenly turn into a knot as he steps back from me, his eyes narrowed on the house behind me.

"Who's your cousin?" JJ asks, taking a hand through his tousled hair.

"Sarah Cameron."

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