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heavyhitterheaux · 6 months

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Sinister Arousal (NSFW)

AN: 🤭🤭🤭

Synopsis: You try on a series of Halloween outfits for your boyfriend, but none of them have quite caught your eye. But your boyfriend definitely noticed, and suddenly the last thing he is about to do is let you out of his sight

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

Requested by: a gorgeous anon 💕

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"Babeeee." You said while laughing as Jack kissed down your neck and you were trying to push him away from you in order to start to get up and get ready for his annual Halloween party.

"Hmm?" Jack answered you, but continued to keep going which had you rolling your eyes playfully at him.

"I have to get ready and I still don't know what to wear."

"You don't have to wear anything for all I care." He whispered in your ear before kissing beneath it and attempting to slip his hand in your shorts, but you immediately hopped up.

"Now you know good and well that's not about to happen and we cannot be late to your own party."

"Says who? They'll be okay because I know for a fact that they'll stay at least until I show my face."

"Cocky much?"

"Nah, just want my girl's pussy on my tongue and give her my undivided attention." He replied while wiggling his eyebrows and all you did was cross your arms to look at him.

"Jackman, behave. Now I'm going to try on all of my costumes and I'm going to need you to help me decide which one to wear."

"As long as I get to take it off of you by the end of the night." Jack replied as he looked up at you standing in between his legs and leaned forward to place a kiss on the part of your stomach that was exposed and all you did was look at him.

"Can you be serious for five minutes and actually help me decide what to wear?" You laughed before leaning down to kiss the top of his head.

"Of course baby. Anything that you need, I'm at your service. Fashion advice, a shoulder to cry on, rearrange your guts and have you begging for mercy. You name it and I'll do it for you."

"I've come to realize that you don't have a serious bone in your body."

"I'm surprised that you're just noticing that, let's get on with the fashion show." Jack suggested before lightly tapping your ass and turning you around in the direction of your shared closet.

"Now how many costumes do you have?" Jack asked as you started to walk away from him.

"Just three." You answered back as you were looking for the package that all three had come in. You remembered putting it on the bottom shelf, but now you weren't so sure.

You found it hiding behind the pair of shoes that you had bought to go with one of your outfits which was a fallen angel. It was definitely revealing and you knew that Jack was probably going to flip his shit when he saw it, but then again knowing him more than likely he would want to rip it off of you.

You slid off your shorts along with Jack's shirt that you were wearing and slipped on the outfit which was basically a black lingerie set, black knee high stockings, along with a short black tulle skirt.

You made your way back out to the bedroom to see Jack scrolling on his phone, but when he felt your presence in front of him, he immediately put it down.

"Well? What do we think?" You asked as you did a full turn and all Jack did was lick his lips as he looked you up and down.

"I think I want to rip that off of you right now and be fashionably late." Be answered while kissing up your arm.

"Jackman! Honest opinion please!"

"My honest opinion? I love it, baby. But you should know that I love anything you put on your body to show off your curves. Now what's next?"

"I'm glad you asked, now let me go and slip it on."

"Or come back in nothing, that's a good option too!"

You came back into the bedroom wearing your sexy nurse costume and all Jack did was smirk.

"Oh look, my own personal nurse has come to take care of me. I think I might be coming down with 'If I don't get my dick sucked, I might die syndrome.'"

"JACKMAN THOMAS! PLEASE!"

"So you not about to help me in my time of need?!"

"The only thing you need to do is behave."

"Do you….? Do you not see who you're talking to? Behave? When it comes to my girl? I know no such thing."

"Hmm I've noticed. We have one more to go if you can keep it in your pants."

"I really don't know if I can. You shouldn't look so good all the time."

"We are literally never going to make it to this party." You muttered to yourself while shaking your head, but all Jack did was play with the waistband of your skirt and attempt to move his hand lower when you jumped back.

"BABY, COME ON!" Jack whined and all you did was sigh and chuckle at his outburst and how frustrated he was getting.

"If you can behave and that is a big if as I go and put on the last one, I just MIGHT let you do something before we go."

"I'll do my best, but no promises."

Once you peeked out of the walk-in closet in your Pennywise costume that left little to the imagination and was the most revealing, you saw Jack lightly stroking himself and your mouth couldn't help but to water at the sight and knew that the two of you were definitely now going to be late.

You watched him for a few minutes and noticed the precum leaking out from the tip and you couldn’t wait to get your hands on him.

When Jack finally spotted you, his mouth dropped to the floor as he took in your outfit.

"Baby, did you start without me? I hadn't even gotten to the last one yet." You asked Jack as you got down on your knees in front of him.

"Couldn't help it. Had me bricked up after the first one."

"Or do you want to keep this one for your eyes only because that can be arranged. I saw you touching yourself before I even came all the way back into the room."

"Nah you can wear this one so I can show off my girl and let people know that I'm the one that fucks you every night."

You didn't respond and all you did was move his hand away so it could then be replaced by your mouth making a loud moan escape from his lips.

You loosened the corset that came with the outfit in order to pull your shirt down so that your boobs were on display for his viewing pleasure.

Moving him in and out of your mouth, your hands found their way to your boobs in order to play with him and began to roll your nipples in between your fingers as Jack held the back of your head and pushed himself further into your mouth if that was possible.

"My princess is taking me so good and looks so pretty while she does it too." Jack said as he looked down at you with spit leaking from the sides of your mouth mixed with precum that leaked onto your chest.

When suddenly Jack pulled himself out of your mouth and lightly pushed you away leaving you confused.

"Baby, what…."

"Get up here so we can 69, I want you on my face."

So that you didn't mess up your costume since you both decided that this would be the one you wore, you slipped it completely off leaving you bare in front of him. Jack also took this opportunity to lose the rest of his clothes and laid down on his back as you climbed on top of him sitting above his face while you had the perfect view of his dick in yours.

You could feel how wet that you were and felt your juices moving down your leg and Jack hadn't even touched you yet.

"Damn, is this all for me, baby? I made you this wet and I haven't even done anything." Jack asked you as he lightly ran over your folds with his fingers and you immediately shuddered.

"All for you, babe."

You took Jack back into your mouth as you felt him take that first long lick across your folds and let out a soft moan while you were doing your best to focus on pleasuring him.

From that point on, you knew that he wasn't about to show you any mercy and you planned on draining every single drop of his cum.

Both of you sped up your pace at the same time and you soon felt Jack’s mouth along with his fingers in you and knew that you would hit your peak soon.

"My good girl, my good good girl. You wanna cum in my mouth and all over my face? Can you do that for me?" Jack asked as he kept moving his fingers out of you and came up for air.

You released him from your mouth with a pop to respond and laughed to yourself before you did.

"As long as you do the same for me and be a good boy and send your cum down my throat then we have a deal."

"Then do it. Let's see who makes who cum first." Jack softly whispered against your folds, but you still heard him and increased your pace while using both of your hands where your mouth couldn't reach and felt Jack’s legs starting to shake underneath you and you were doing the same.

"Challenge fucking accepted." Is what you breathed out before continuing the task at hand making Jack lose his focus so that you would win.

"Shiiit! Fuck, baby!" Jack yelled out as he had to take a break from pleasuring you since he felt that it was only a matter of time before he came in your mouth.

He then pushed his hips up to push himself deeper into your mouth and you soon felt him twitch as he had now put his mouth back on you.

Without warning, he came into your mouth and instead of letting him ride out his high, you kept sucking while swallowing what you could when you felt that the amount of cum had decreased that you were trying to drain out of him and increased your pace again as you reached down to play with his balls and he came into your mouth again.

"GOT DAMN IT!" Jack breathed out as you smirked and slapped his dick across your face a few times before gliding your tongue along the sides of it.

But you were then caught off guard as Jack began to suck on your clit and added a third finger and had to grab onto his leg in order to keep from falling over.

"Oh shiiiit."

"Payback, because what you just did was so outta pocket."

You couldn't even respond as you felt that familiar feeling build up in your stomach as Jack had now wrapped his arms around your thighs and was moving his tongue in it and of you and swirling it over your clit spelling out his name which you quickly caught on to.

"Shit, shit, shit."

"Tastes so good, but I'm not done yet."

"One more to go." You heard him say and knew that it was only a matter of time until you completely came undone in front of him.

"Come on baby, cum for daddy. You can do it."

You let out a series of moans and curses as you finally did and soaked his face in the process. All Jack did was continue to lick your folds even though he knew how sensitive you were.

"Ride me right now." Jack breathed out as he slapped your ass and told you to turn around.

"I want those boobs in my face. Get to it."

"Baby, we're about to be…"

"I don't fucking care how late we are. When I want to pleasure my girl, I'm going to. Now sit on this dick like I told you to."

"As you wish, Mr. Harlow." You replied as you turned around and slowly eased your way down onto him without breaking eye contact and Jack then knew he was about to be in for it.

Jack reached up to take a hold of your hips to help guide you, but you immediately slapped his hands away.

"No touching until I tell you to."

"But…"

"I'm riding you like you asked so my request needs to be granted also. Besides, I made you cum first."

You then placed both of your hands on his chest and increased your pace while moaning out his name.

Jack was now doing everything possible in order to not touch you, but was failing miserably. He at the very least wanted your boobs in his mouth, but he had a feeling that if he tried to attempt to do so, it wasn't going to go over well.

"You want to touch me, don't you baby?" You asked while smirking and continued to bounce on his dick.

"Don't fucking tease me. You know I want to."

"How bad do you want to?" You asked while starting to play with your boobs which you knew he wanted to go for to tease him even further.

"Fuck, baby. Come onnnn."

"You want them in your mouth don't you?"

"You know what? Fuck this." Jack breathed out as he then flipped you onto your back and placed your legs on his shoulders and started pounding into you.

"Ooohh, baby right there. Right fucking there."

At this point, you didn't even care how he had taken over since you were in so much pleasure, but planned on getting him back later.

Jack then lightly squeezed your neck as your eyes rolled back and he continued to pound into you. It didn't take long for that familiar feeling to build in your stomach and simply reached down to play with your clit.

"Baby…."

"I know, I know."

Both of you hit your peak at the same time and Jack placed kisses all along your body to help you ride it out before taking one of your nipples into his mouth and lightly sucking while playing with the other.

"I…"

"Nope, you did it to me so I'm doing it to you. Spread your fucking legs."

He continued his movements while now playing with your clit and you were doing your best not to scream.

"Oohh my baby is close isn't she?"

You didn't even respond as Jack then moved down to suck on your clit once more making you lose it.

"FUCK!"

You then came all over Jack’s face and he kissed your inner thighs as you were trying to recover. Once you finally did, he simply laid on top of you as you were playing with his curls.

"Baby, what time is it?" You asked as Jack grabbed his phone.

"We should have left 45 minutes ago."

"I told you that we were going to be late."

All Jack did was simply shrug as he lifted his head up to kiss you.

"Like I said, if I'm fucking my girl, I don't care how late I am."

"We need to get ready, so come on." You said while trying to move him off of you.

"Fine, but I'm definitely fucking you in the bathroom when we get there."

"If I knew that you were going to be like this, I would have dressed up for you a long time ago."

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amourdivine · 7 months

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𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃 💌 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔?

At last, another Tumblr pick a card reading. After reading started on Youtube, I've realized I missed the written PAC's I used to make once I got to Tumblr. Today, let's take a peek at this person's intentions! I hope you enjoy it & please don’t forget to provide feedback, if you will; If you liked this reading, please consider booking a paid reading or tipping me at @ [email protected]! xo. ♡

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how to choose your pile. take deep breaths for a few minutes & look at each and every one of the piles separately. which pile sparks a feeling inside you? which pile gives you a strong memory or calls out to you the most? take your time and feel free to come back to it later.

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PILE 001.

the artist • the lovers • the hierophant

It is possible you are in a relationship with this person, and if not, they wish to be in a relationship with you soon. This person wants commitment, they have a vision of a life with you, but they may be wrapped up in perfectionism - nothing major. They want to make sure you have a solid foundation to grow upon, like laying the groundwork for a good relationship to blossom. This person is very patient as well, I'm sensing Capricorn or Taurus. They think you're very beautiful, pretty much the whole package, pile one.

The Artist in this deck is an extra major arcana card (I'm using the Ethereal Visions Tarot) that speaks of vision and I honestly believe this person envisions more than just a casual relationship with you. Even if they take their sweet time, they want to make sure both of you are compatible, ready for something deeper, for a responsible and mature relationship to one another. Overall, I see very pure, gentle and benevolent intentions from them towards you. ♡

additional messages. pluto in scorpio, long distance relationship, long term commitment, far away/distance, old school, 95, 90, travel, sagittarius, 333, 888, ten of cups, lover of mine, forever, secure attachment.

channeled song. caroline by patrick droney.

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PILE 002.

judgement • justice • ten of pentacles.

Whether romantic or not, this person wants to apologize to you. They want to make it right, correct their wrongs and come clean to you. If this person lied or screwed up big time in your connection, they want to tell you they've learnt their lesson. It probably came as a bitter, rude awakening or some sort of very unwanted wake-up call. I think they reminisce on a lot of memories the two of you made and it's possible you've known them for a long time - I see some sort of family tie here. Either you know each other's families or you are literally like family to one another.

They want to talk to you so bad, pile two. There are so many songs in my head (and shuffled in my playlist) about apologizing, righting one's wrongs and wanting to be in one another's life again. I think they want to make amends and finally be honest. I get the energy from you that you're "done" with them, you may have gotten tired of their excuses or empty promises... but if you haven't, consider hearing them out. They're sorry and want to provide you some closure at the very least. ♡

additional messages. scorpio rising, end of the world, bad blood, bastille, wild youth, reckless, "you were my best friend", "how could you", ten of swords, teen drama, betrayal, party animal.

channeled song. blender by 5 seconds of summer.

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PILE 003.

queen of pentacles • ten of wands • seven of pentacles

The energy of this pile feels more platonic, but it can still be romantic for some of you. Either way, this seems like someone who wants to care for you in some type of way, to ease your burdens, to let you rely on them. Their intentions are pure, but you may not be used to accepting help from anyone, pile three. It's understandable.

However, I think this is someone other people may often label as a "safe person". I also heard "earth angel", so some of you may resonate with the term. This person wants to offer you a way out of a difficult situation and I don't see them being forceful or pushy about it, so they'll wait until you ask for them to help you or to accept their help. They see the potential in you to have a brilliant and good future. For some of you, this could be an older figure, like a mother or grandmother, maybe a teacher or someone who's already well-established in their profession. This person wants to ease your anxiety and to make sure you don't feel so alone. They care for you a lot. I think your guides want you to rely on people a bit more often, pile three, to become more interdependent, especially if you're going through something. ♡

additional messages. "count on me", sit on the rooftop, friendship, reconnect, burnout, 777, growth, sustainability, college, agriculture, blossom, bloom, midlife crisis, triggers, red alert, hypervigilance.

channeled song. thinking about you by forester.

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PILE 004.

five of swords • the emperor • the fool

I was really hoping all piles would pass the vibe check (lol), but it seems that this person's intentions are muddy... I feel like I'm slowly drowning in quicksand but it's hard to tell if I'm truly in danger or not. Their intentions aren't all that clear, but these intentions aren't good. They seem to be someone driven by a need for control towards others. If you have argued or had a falling out with this person, they do wish to reconnect but I don't think they have changed. The Fool here feels more so like you, as if they want to make a fool out of you.

I wouldn't consider this person an enemy, but they're more of a frenemy. They may say things that hurt you, but talk their way out of an apology. Here's the thing, even if they do wish to reconnect, as I mentioned, I don't think they want to make right by you. They miss some sort of power they felt or even had over you. This person could be very competitive and perhaps having you in their life gave them a kind of advantage over others - they may see things as very "black & white", no nuance or dialogue. It will definitely do you good to stay away from them, pile three. I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but I think you already caught onto this person's sneaky ways. ♡

additional messages. player, loser, aries, gemini, "i could never figure you out", "i hate you for what you did", drake, leave me blue, trouble, playlist, dubstep, losing faith, outta here, liar.

channeled song. who by lauv ft. bts | twin flame by montana janel (bonus song + the lyrics are very relevant)

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slicznymartwy · 9 months

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bloody mess

billy lenz x female reader

warning: contains mention of periods and blood, and billy being a pervert as usual

read all three parts on ao3

You sigh for the nth time, throwing a blouse over you shoulder as you search deeper in your hamper. It’s been a long day of lectures and labs, and you don’t have the time nor patience to deal with a missing rag. Having come back up unsuccessful, you groan loudly and shift from your knees to your ass. You might as well give your knees a break with how they’re screaming from the wooden floors.

“What’s with the huffing and puffing?” Barb asks from the doorway. You turn to look over your shoulder at her and see her smirking in that pretty way of hers. You sigh again. “Yeah, just like that,” she teases.

“I’m an idiot. I don’t know what I did with other pad. I just threw away my third one last month, and now I lost my 2nd. Lost! Jeez, what’s wrong with me?” you complain, pushing your hair off your face.

“What’s wrong with you is that you’re still using that ugly belt. I’ll get you some of my stickies, you’ll see that they’re far superior by the end of the week,” Barb claimed, turning away and heading to what you assume is the bathroom.

You hurry to stand up, lower abdomen throbbing and twisting uncomfortably after another cramp, but you push through and follow Barb down the hall.

“I dunno, Barb, seems wasteful and awfully expensive,” you say, stopping in the bathroom doorway to look at her as she rummaged under the sink.

“I’m telling you, you’ll see. One week and you’ll be tossing that whole belt in the trash like the rest of us did,” Barb promised. She came closer to you and held the wrapped sanitary napkin between her index and middle finger. She grinned at you as you assessed the little package. “Jesus, it’s not gonna bite you!”

You blush and snatch it out of her hands, but you then feel guilty. Pushing aside your embarrassment in the whole situation, you throw your arms around her in a quick hug, which she reciprocates with a pleasant laugh.

“It’s okay, I know you’re more irritable than usual,” she teased, which you playfully rolled your eyes at. Moving past her into the bathroom, you waited for her to leave and close the door before getting to work.

You remove the belt that held up your sanitary pads and then put your underwear back on, but not before applying the adhesive pad to the gusset of your panties. With your skirt pulled back down, you clean the little bit of blood that got stuck your fingers and gather your things afterwards. Looking in the mirror, you know there’s no way the change in sanitary pads, of all things, would alter anything about the way you looked, but you felt different. Like a new kind of woman, one that your mother would probably turn her nose up at. It was kind of exciting, if you were being honest.

You open the door, clutching the belt and used napkin, and see that Barb was waiting for you. She lets out a cloud of smoke from her cigarette and grins in her girlish way.

“So? You survive?” she asks.

“It got close, but I think I did,” you joke back, feeling in a slightly better mood now that she didn’t have to worry about bleeding through her pad. “Thank you for helping me out. I’ll buy the next box for the house.”

“Anything for my little sister,” she said, putting her free hand around her shoulder and giving her a small hug. “Just don’t go leaving empty boxes for us to get stuck with. There’s nothing worse than running out.”

You nod understandingly, smiling at her easy ribbing. Sudden aware of the fact that you’re still holding onto a bloody rag, you try to hide the rolled up pad more in your hands. You laugh uncomfortably and say, “I gotta get back to my homework. You know how it is.”

“Sure, sure. See you at dinner,” she says, releasing you and traipsing down the hall. You watch her go for a moment, her smoke tail billowing behind her, before leaving in the opposite direction for your room.

You go on auto-pilot once inside, throwing your belt and pad into your hamper and tidying up the mess you made while searching for the last rag. You’re straightening up your bedsheets when you finally notice it. Your bloody rag, still red but mostly oxidized to a deep brown color.

You go completely still as your mind races with reasons as to how it got there. It got stuck in another piece of clothing and landed there by chance, or maybe you put it there earlier and just completely forgot about it. Both sound unlikely, no matter how badly you wanted to believe it; you knew your bed was clean when you left.

Looking closer at the pad, you can see that it’s wetter than it was before, and more wrinkled. Actually, it looks positively mangled, which was strange because you always took care of your belongings. Standing right before it, you pick it up by pinching a corner, letting it unfold as it hung in the air.

Unmistakable as the moon in the night sky was a messy white patch, right in the center of the pad. It had streaked across the pad, however it must have gotten messed up and spread around. Your chest is rising and falling with silent panicked breaths as your brain grew stormy, with anxiety and paranoia clouding any rational thought.

With shaking hands, you brought the used pad with you to the hamper, collected the belt and the other pad, and threw it all into the garbage. It would be better to use the disposable ones anyway, you decided. Easier to forget.

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just a really gross thought i had this morning hehe

i’ll probably write a part two bc now i can only think about billy’s pov

#billy lenz #billy lenz x reader #slasher x reader #black christmas (1974)#slasher posting #just a little bit of fun hehe #he’s so disgusting i love him so much :’)#btw it’s wet bc he was putting it in his mouth and spitting on it #he’s so fucking gross 🥹#₊*. ⋆༘ — uli writes

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k-dokja · 1 year

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Summary: You've managed to convince your parents to be with Daniel this Lunar New Year, now what? [Chapter 432 - New Years arc]

Daniel knows under no certain terms should he be worried about bringing you back to his hometown. For once, it's nothing you haven't seen and for another, his mother likes you. He shouldn't be worried. There's nothing to worry about.

...Except for all the plans he has in mind about his investigation, none of which he finds fitting to share with you. Not when the holidays are coming up and you'd probably tear him a new one for working again. And you'd always understand, at the end of the day, you're more sympathetic than your complaining lets on.

That's probably the worst of it. Every time it happens, he cannot help the feeling that he's taking your kindness for granted.

Especially when you go out of your way to do things like this... "Isn't this too much? You really didn't have to..."

"What? Didn't you mention you have a lot of relatives, too? I think it's enough," you cross your arms and level your eyes with his, challenging him to contradict you. It's a losing battle, he knows, and he's not in the habit of picking fights he can't win. Not after a month of getting beaten back and forth, anyway.

Daniel chews down on his lower lips while watching the stack of boxes and crates you prepared for the trip home with him. His brows furrow further while he works out the logistic of bringing this back. Supposedly, he can carry them...

"What's with the dumbfounded look?" You ask before a grin breaks out on your lips. "Wait, do you think we will carry all of this back? Honestly, you're too simple sometimes..."

Your words don't sound chiding, but he cannot help feeling silly when the delivery service arrives moments later to take the packages away. You have a triumphant look on your face afterwards that uplifts the weight in his heart, still, another matter remains. "You didn't have to splurge that much on my family, you know."

"Nonsense," you wave his concern away like it's an afterthought, "this is from both of us, we're a team, remember?"

"Right, of course," he puts on what he believes is an honest smile and does his best to mask the strain in his voice. Fortunately, you're too happy about the occasion to notice something was amiss, but he doesn't think he can deal with the guilt of keeping things from you any longer.

The car ride back home is blessed with relative peace in the short duration of it. Your giddiness with being at his side has elevated much of your mood, and Daniel knows he'd feel the same had he been transparent with you. After the recent development in his life, he cannot say he has been altogether a good boyfriend, but he'd be damned before he makes it any worse.

With how happy you are at this very moment, he'd be committing a heinous crime if he ruined your good moods by unravelling the truth.

A forlorn sigh skips past his lips at the thought. Immediately, he regrets it. Daniel turns to check if you noticed, only to see you smiling at him, your eyes narrow at his little slip-up.

"Uh..."

"If you have anything to confess, better say it before you create collateral damage~" Your tone is playful but the gleam in your eyes is anything but.

Daniel sighs again. He knows better than to argue with you. "Uhm, well," he swallows, suddenly nervous, "you know about the whole business with the Park Jinyong, yes?"

He takes your hand into his own, fingers threaded together in the hope of assuaging whatever coming next.

"Mhm."

"Well... I haven't gotten the chance to tell you yet," Daniel rubs his thumb on the back of your hand, exhaling a long breath before facing you, "but DG recently informed me that my mother has known him since I was very young, so..."

He doesn't have to finish the sentence for you to understand. The familiar recognition in your eyes is enough for Daniel to see that you've comprehended the gravity of the situation. He watches you carefully, waiting for any infinitesimal change in your expression. And yet, he's caught completely unaware when you flicker his forehead.

"Ah!"

"What have I told you about transparency?"

Daniel pouts, "That I should be honest with you no matter the bad and the good?" He quickly adds. "Sorry, I just, I know this is the holiday after all and I shouldn't be caught up with work but—"

You flicker his forehead again, "Seriously, you, don't fret," you smile indulgently. "It's fine, okay? Things like these come up, as long as you're honest about it, there's no problem."

"But..."

"I'm not happy, don't get me wrong?" You keep your voice even, but he can hear your displeasure in the matter-of-fact tone you put on. "But no matter, it's not like I'll be wanting for things to do. Lunar New Year tends to be busy, after all."

"I'm sorry..." He apologizes anyway, despite your reassurance. The words come out of him on instinct.

You huff, face upturned, "Yeah, you'll be sorry when I become your mom's favourite. Get ready to lose your spot once you're done with your silly investigation."

"Hey, now—"

Once again, you catch him by surprise with your attack. This time, it's gentler, a kiss on the nose that leaves him gobsmacked and stuns him into silence. "So don't worry about me, worry about yourself first please."

"Hmph," he smiles with pressed lips, "honestly, you're too good to me."

Once again, the triumphant grin returns to your face and pride surges in his chest at the sight. "Yeah? If you know that then you better do your best to cherish me."

"But I already do~"

"Not enough, you don't!"

"Aw..."

And despite your protest, seeing the cheer remaining on your face even after he has come forth with the truth relieves him somewhat.

Although he cannot say all will be well in his further investigation, he knows that he has to do his best when your support means the world to him. You're his most precious, whether you know it or not, and the world would end before he intentionally gives you cause to think otherwise.

He just hopes that all of this will blow over soon, for you as much as it is for him.

#daniel park #daniel park x reader #lookism #lookism x reader #fics

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coralinnii · 2 years

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Jade Leech (cannibal!Jade x partner!Reader)

genre: horror, romance?

note: cannibalism both knowing and unknowing, allusion to violence and worse

summary: Your husband was always experimenting with every dish he made but he smiles when you take a bite each time so you think it’s no big deal. Afterall, what’s the worst to come of it?

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“Are you sure you don’t want me to cook tonight?”

Your kind offer was declined as Jade shook his head, grateful but deemed not needed. Your husband just came back from a long job from his family-owned business and you didn’t want to stress out your already busy lover.

“I appreciate the gesture, my dear. But, it’s a joy for me to provide and cook for my beloved” Jade smiled at you before gently laying a kiss on your forehead. “Now, it’ll be an hour or so to prepare dinner so please be patient”

You seemed pensive but chose not to disagree with the ocean-haired man, so you settled with finishing up any chores left to do in the house. You’ve learned that nothing will stop Jade’s interest in cooking.

As you learned even before the two of you moved together, Jade had a great passion for experimenting with his culinary skills, often testing with the new ingredients he brings home from his work with his family. With the assortment of meats, spices, and mushrooms, you once asked what exactly he and his brother do in their company to get a hold of such seemingly rare items.

“Ah, we’re a simple distribution and delivery company. On occasion, we’ve dealt with some negotiations and clean-up requests with a few groups”

You didn’t question further because that honestly sounds like a lot of complicated know-hows that an outsider like you wouldn’t understand right away. You could also tell that Jade was tight-lipped about his work, you assume there were sensitive information he must deal with. But, you at least understand how important and delicate his work must be as one single mistake could be dangerous.

Like the time you fell sick after eating a meat dish he prepared with the ingredients he brought home.

On what was supposed to be a typical dinner for two, you felt nauseous from eating and found yourself with a deadly fever that left you bedridden for a good while. Jade was by your side with shock and barely contained rage as he called his family doctor to check on you at your shared home.

In your unstable daze during this sick period, you thought you heard your husband speaking with his brother about “bad intel” and “removing the mistake in our ranks”

You didn’t blame anyone and you trust Jade would never intentionally harm you. It was an honest, unfortunate accident.

Still, you can see the worry in Jade’s eyes whenever he treats you to a meat dish, which was probably something you were going to have tonight with the new package he brought back.

When the table is set and dinner is served, Jade presents you with an absolutely delicious sight of a dish. Jade knew how to make a presentation.

You proceeded with a long slice along the meat, smooth and soft which meant the meat was tender and still juicy. The meat never seems to resemble anything you’ve seen served in other restaurants but Jade assured you long ago that it was addictive and you had to agree.

You took a bite of the meat, a little anxious and even if he didn’t show it, the furrowed brows on your husband hinted to you that he was a little worried himself. You scrunch your brows as you take careful chews, making a show of your final judgment towards Jade, before finally smiling brightly.

“It’s delicious, love”

Jade’s eyebrows relaxed as he let out a chuckle of your teasing. He took up his own knife and fork to indulge in his own dish, occasionally chatting and laughing over your day.

Jade was smitten with you, always so bright and optimistic. He was happy to find someone like you who trusts him completely with their lives. You were so adorably naive, never questioning too deeply into his work, or the meats and “spices” he brings to your shared home. Behind his practiced smile, he’s absolutely gleeful over his domestic life with you, getting to share your laughs, your worries, your passions,

And the indulgence of a fresh kill.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #twst imagines #twst x reader #jade leech #jade x reader #twisted halloween series

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melminli · 1 year

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This Can Go On All Day

pairing: peter parker x gn reader

synopsis - who does the best impression of captain america?

Your hands were currently digging in the candy drawer while Peter sat on the kitchen counter, scrolling on his phone. Your eyebrows furrowed slightly as you couldn't find anything decent that was to your taste. "Why the hell is there only sour shit?" you asked angrily, grabbing a pack of sour patches and leaning your arm on the marble counter. A funny thought suddenly crossed your mind as you looked at the bag and let your mind wander. "Hey, Pete." you exclaimed, drawing his attention to you.

His eyes looked from his screen to you. "Hm?" he groaned and saw you holding the package of gummy bears in front of his eyes.

"You think Steve would die if he ate one of these?"

Peter let out a small laugh before looking back down at his phone. "Yeah, sure. The strongest man in the world dies because of sour patches."

You tried to get his attention again. "Just listen to me for a second. I know he doesn't like sweet things, and I've never seen him eat anything sour. Plus, there were no sour candies in his childhood, I think, probably. So his taste buds would be pulverized." you came to the conclusion.

He thought about it for a second. "I mean, he's not a Neanderthal or anything, and it's not like he lived hundreds of years ago. I'm pretty sure he still has the ability to taste sour. Besides, sour patches aren't really sour if we're being honest."

"Good point." you conceded, letting Peter think that the discussion was over. "But how would he react. I mean, his standards of sour should be on a whole different level than ours. He probably perceives it very differently than we do." You said as another thought crossed your mind. "Unless his taste buds were also enhanced when he was in the lab, and that could mean that he would be immune against sour candy, which would invalidate my first theory. I mean kinda since he would indeed perceive it differently, though that would be the opposite of what i meant to say." You shrugged it off. "But let's just forget that possibility for a second."

"Right... I never thought of that." Said Peter, knowing what you were getting at. His hands reached for the package in your hands and took out a red sour patch. He tried to put on a deeper voice. "What are these little males?" he asked as if he'd never seen it before in his life as he carefully sniffed it. "And that's what people eat these days? What's it made of anyway?"

You laughed softly. "Okay Steve wouldn't react like some grandpa." you saw Peter raise his eyebrows at that like he was challenging you and you gave in pretty quickly as you thought about it for another second. "Okay I didn't say anything." You thought about his question for a second. "I want to believe it's from fruits but I'm just lying to myself with that. So some kind of chemistry probably."

You watched Peter try to keep his disgust subtle and fail miserably at it. You had to grin at his acting. "Hey, you're no less chemical than those sour patches." You exclaimed, snatching the bag from his hand in a huff.

"Everything in this world is chemistry. I don't understand why you use it in a negative context." Spoke peter and slipped out of his role.

You rolled your eyes. "Welcome back." You said and rummaged for the blue ones in the bag because the blue ones were the best.

A new voice responded. "Hey kids, what are you up to?" asked Tony as he entered the room with Bruce and immediately began to operate the coffee machine.

"Nothing really. We were just wondering how Steve would react to sour candy." you replied, impassively holding out the bag to Tony. "Any suggestions?"

He looked first at your hand and then at you before taking out a sour patch and you waited anxiously to see what reaction he would present.

After the first second, he spoke up. "My goodness. That's disgusting. What the hell is that? Without even starting the show yet."

Your shoulders slump in annoyance. "The peasants' meal is not to thee liking? Tony, I'm a little offended."

Peter nodded.

This time Tony rolled his eyes. "Yeah yeah. Steve would probably be dead the second that thing touched his tongue. I don't know what you guys expect me to do."

"Some simple human decency would be nice." You turned your head to Bruce and held out the bag to him, whereupon he just shook his hand in front of him. "I'm not really good at this stuff."

"It's not about being good. It's about assumptions, man. Don't you do this all the time as scientists." You sighed in disappointment as you rolled your eyes.

"Well, let's see your reaction then." Tony prompted. He was pretty sure it was something absurd that would be far from reality.

You just returned his look self-consciously and took a gummy bear from the bag. "What is this strange consistency." You asked yourself in character as you test squeezed the gummy between your fingers a few times before putting it in your mouth. "Oh?" you expressed in confusion at first as your face contorted in a very strange way. "Oh! OH!" you finally exclaimed jokingly as you shook your head and slammed your fist down on the table. You then finally looked up with a serious expression after chuckling down the sour patch and straightened up as if nothing had happened when you met the judgmental stares of the others. "That was an... interesting experience."

Tony just raised an eyebrow as he took a sip of his coffee. "Yeah. definitely not."

Before you could defend yourself, the star of the day showed up. "Hey guys." Steve greeted you and at that moment, Peter's and your eyes met before you nodded to each other.

"Hey Steve, you want to try some of this new candy I bought the other day?"

Steve frowned a little as he watched the package. "I don't really like candy, but thanks for asking." he politely declined and was about to take something cold to drink from the fridge when Tony plucked the yellow bag from your hand and offered it to him. "Take one and eat it." He demanded.

Blue eyes looked around the room in confusion and Steve felt a little strange under the stares. "Oh. Okay then." he replied forcedly, taking a sour patch from the bag.

You wish you had your phone with you to film this.

"What a strange consistency." Steve expressed as he crushed the gummy bear between his fingers.

One hand clenched your mouth to hide your shock as Peter's eyes widened.

Then it finally happened. "Oh!" Steve expressed as his face contorted in a very funny way. "Oh! OH!" he finally exclaimed as if he had discovered a new miracle. After laughing it off, he looked up again with a serious expression as if nothing had happened. "That was an...interesting experience. You didn't tell me that it was something sour. I was expecting something completely different."

You slammed your hands on the table. "I knew it. Take that, you suckers!"

#avengers x reader #the avengers #mcu fic #marvel #peter parker x reader #peter parker #b99 imagine #x reader #avengers imagine #funny prompts #drabble

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roalinda · 9 months

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we chastise sirius for 'You’re less like your father than I thought' scene (rightfully), but i actually love it? sirius did love harry more than life, but james was always different level than anyone no matter how important. even when he was dead for 14 years. [especially when sirius was shut in grimmauld place.] its not good and not healthy, but that was an inherent element of sirius&james anyway, wasn't it?

Oh anon, I am very happy you put this in my ask box , because believe it or not, a lot of people think like Molly Weasley ( no Molly bashing here, I'm just stating the facts ) and the way she thought/said that Sirius kept thinking Harry is James which I have said thousands of times and will continue to say that is a huge insult to Sirius and James' friendship and James' memory. Because how the hell Sirius - quite the double act with his best friend- Black can ever mistake anyone for James Potter, let alone his son ( and his own godson ) who let's face it, is very different from his father character-wise , not only in recklessness, but also is different when it comes to childhood background, etc.

To Sirius, no relationship ( platonic or romantic with anyone) has ever been on par what he had with James. It is crystal clear in the books no matter whatever other HCs. Not accepting it is like saying Lily's eyes were brown. What I mean is that for example it is Lily's green eyes that had enough impact to move people like Snape and it was what Sirius feels for James that motivated him, no matter what everyone says. Difference is that James' love motivates Sirius but is not the reason why Sirius protects Harry. The reason is how he loves Harry himself but in Snape's case both reason and motivation are Lily. But that's another matter to discuss.

Sirius' love for James is different, both in type and in level. He loves Harry so much, he escaped Azkaban for him but no one ever can replace James. What he said to Harry doesn't mean he is mistaking him for James, it means he is acknowledging the difference, although not very happily, probably because he knows if James was alive and Harry had his family, the base of his confidence ( good or bad ) would be different.

Nothing can tear down the JamesandSirius part of Sirius Black ( and James Potter in case Sirius was dead and he was alive) , it's so painfully obvious that sometimes people forget about it, because it is like a second skin for them. Depending on one's view, their co-dependency and love maybe unhealthy but to be honest I think it is unhealthy for the people around them, not themselves, unless people accept the fact that Sirius and James have no sense of private life, are *always* glued together either physically or talking via mirrors about the most complicated runes and formulas or gossiping about Voldemort's supposed to be pink panties. They are a double package and well, it is always about JamesandSirius. 🥰

#Prongsfoot asks #Prongsfoot #James potter #Sirius black

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gamerwoman3d · 2 months

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Old Person Rant:

I want to apologize to the kids today who are growing up in the misinformation era. I truly hope your generation learns to differentiate the honest from the cozen.

Anyways today I ended up buying a buncha this shit because I like yogurt, I love protein and I love cherries. I figured they added whey powder to cherry yogurt.

Mean ol' bitch rant under the cut

Nope. Not a single cherry in the ingredients list. It's sweetened with Sucralose which is an artificial sweetener that makes me gag. So instead of cherry flavor, I get "Rather be giving a blowie" flavor.

Nowhere on this bitch does it say sugarfree.

Nowhere on this bitch does it say "Does not contain cherries."

The texture kinda sucks too but I was expecting that - with 15g protein and 100 calories I expecting that (even though it doesn't say non-fat anywhere on it, I can do the math and figure there's no-to-low-fat at 100 cals.)

How the fuck are you claiming that there are no artificial flavors when 1) CHERRY IS NOT IN THE INGREDIENTS LIST FOR A FUCKING CHERRY YOGURT AND 2) Sucralose is literally an artificial flavor.

And don't get me started on using BEET. JUICE. Just use a fucking cherry. Using beet juice (for color) is LITERALLY THE DEFINITION of an artificial color when you're advertising the bullshit with a PHOTO OF A FUCKIN CHERRY ON THE FRONT. Just because you didn't use Red 40 does not mean this isn't an act of pure fucking artifice.

I hate products today, man. I fucking hate em. I hate shopping online, I hate shopping in stores, I hate being offered bullshit that has ZERO ACTUAL VALUE that's put in a pretty package with a buncha lies in fine print and sold as if it's something else.

I hate that nothing on the shelf today can be taken at face value because of the big fuckin' hardon that General Mills has for duping people into overpaying for shit that they couldn't GIVE AWAY unless they FORCE the real thing to be unavailable.

If I could give every kid a magic schoolbus trip to go grocery shopping in other countries, and even in the USA but in earlier decades, I would.

My trust in these products are so broken that I even wonder if there's ACTUALLY 15g of protein in this cup or if that math is just a creative interpretation as well.

Sorry kids. I wish we had done better at nipping deceptive marketing in the bud, but there's no consequences for these types of practice. I'm only hoping if you're seeing these products on the shelf that you get critical, and don't buy them if

1) There's too much print on the package and it ain't worth my time to read. [Fewer words means fewer ingredients and less bullshit.]

2) The package doesn't give you full confidence that the product inside is actually the thing that you want or need.

Not buying the shit at all is the only way to get it off the shelf. I'm sorry I bought as many of these as I did and I'll probably be taking the rest to a Free Fridge. At least that way the homeless will know not to let GM give this shit to them and claim it as a tax writeoff.

#general mills #Yoplait #mini personal rant #stop wasting my time

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rae-raewrites · 10 months

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Boredom’s cure

In which Edward nigma seeks to cure s/o’s boredom while getting some work done.

A shirt little Ed Drabble because who doesn’t like Eddie?

Warnings: none

“Didn’t i tell you not to touch anything? Especially on my desk?”

You flinched a little hearing his voice from across the room. You had barely touched the singular riddler trophy on his desk, half completed. One of a dozen that he had put to the side did now.

“I know! Just wanted to look at it………..”

“Well you certainly don’t need to put your paws on it. If I remember correctly that’s what your eyes are for.”

Snarky. That was one way to describe the man. At one point in your relationship with Eddie you learned that most of the snark came from not really having the best in terms of people skills. However he could still intentionally do so if he wanted.

You heard him put something metallic down and the sound of his work boots trudge over. To say he looked like a mess would be an understatement. Stained,dirtied with a shot of sleep deprivation created the genius cocktail that was your boyfriend.

The puzzles in the orphanage and under the sewers were by all means his most proudest. He spent hours in this one room alone building and thinking up a death trap. You truly would be a fool to question his dedication. You of course weren’t a fool.

“Dear the reason I brought you In here is so you wouldn’t be bored. Or do anything stupid.” He gave an honest chuckle as he grabbed his glasses and probably looked over his own blueprints for the 50th time that day.

“Ya but now I’m just bored in here. Ya more moved me to a place to be bored somewhere else. No offense.”

“Well then you can certainly come over and give me an assist my darling.”

You snorted.

A little bit of red painted his cheeks. He caught on very quickly to his own words.

“You know what I meant.”

“Oh I know but that doesn’t mean I can’t interpret it a little differently oh dearest genius of mine.”

A roll of his eyes told you exactly what one would need for an answer as he walked back over to one of the metal plates on the floor.

Any other person would probably not have followed but that wasn’t the case here. A simple hop down onto old dirty tile gave you a safe spot away from anything actually armed. He would of course turn off anything he was working on but that didn’t mean there wasn’t something you could get hurt by. Loose metal,poking wires and few electrical connections that were extremely unstable led one to air on the side of caution for whatever site he was working on.

“So What’a wanna do for dinner tonight? I know for certain that you’re not cooking tonight.”

The two of you took a seat down. Eddie was quick to return to work like nothing had happened. Like he never moved.

“I CAN cook. I just choose to focus on other more important tasks than a need for nutrition.”

You automatically recognized that first statement as a lie. He could boil a pot of water and put a package ramen in but that was about it.

“But since I’ll be busy………Chinese? There is a new place opened up in Kingston. It will certainly not be competing with much considering how our usual is just declining in quality. Drill.”

That last part caught you off guard.

“Oh!”

You immediately picked up the hand drill on the floor next to you and placed it in his opened hand.

“Ed?”

“Hm?”

“Thank you for not letting me go bored into insanity.”

You received a appreciative mumble of what you could of sworn was a ‘you’re welcome’ but you knew he would never admit it.

#arkham riddler #batman arkham series #arkhamverse #arkham knight #batman #x reader #drabble

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canirove · 1 year

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The Nanny Diaries | Chapter 4

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"Ok, ok. I have a gift for you guys" Alice says, giving each of us a little package. "You must wear it, it is a bridesmaids thing."

She is getting married in a few months, and since she is gonna be busy working and organizing everything, she decided to throw her hen do tonight.

"A bracelet?" Grace asks.

"Yes, but not just a bracelet. It is a friendship one. You must make a wish when you put it on, and you must wear it until it breaks" she explains. "That's when your wish will come true."

"That sounds fun" Melissa says.

After Alice has helped all the girls with theirs, it's time for mine.

"Do you know what wish you are gonna make?" she asks me.

"Not really..."

"What about something related to your hot neighbour?"

"You have a hot neighbour? Since when?" Grace asks.

"Since I started working as a nanny. Well, I actually met him a few months later."

"And you didn't tell us?" Melissa says.

"She didn't tell you because he is an idiot. Or that's what she says."

"How is he an idiot?" Grace asks again.

"The day we met he told me I would end up falling for him just as all the other girls do, that there was no escape."

"Was he right, though? Are you falling for him?"

"Of course not!" I say. Which if I'm being honest... Is a lie. I may have started to fall for him a little bit. And it is scary as hell.

"I don't believe you" Alice says. "Anyway, ready to make your wish?"

"Ready" I say with a big sigh, only one thing in my head while she ties the bracelet around my wrist: Ben.

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"Does he have Instagram? I want to see him" Grace says, taking out her phone. We've drank two bottles of champagne already, a third one almost gone, and we are starting to be a bit tipsy. O very tipsy.

"It is private" Alice says. "But we found his old Facebook and he has some cute photos from when he was a teen."

"Was he already hot?"

"Very."

"I want to see them!" Melissa says. "Show me!"

"Lucky you, I saved the photos" Alice grins.

"You did?" I ask her.

"Of course I did! I knew they would be important at one point in the future. Like right now" she says, scrolling through her phone. "Ok. Here. Benjamin Chilwell."

"Oh my God, girl" Grace says, snatching Alice's phone from her hands. "This is your neighbour?"

"Yep."

"And does he still look like this?"

"Now he has a beard, which makes him even more attractive."

"And why aren't you fucking him already?"

"It's complicated."

"No, it's not" Melissa says. "You just put it..."

"Melissa!" I say with a weird laugh. "I know how it works, thank you very much. It is complicated for other reasons."

"Stupid reasons" she says with a wave of her hand. "What's his Instagram account? I want to slide into his dms. If you won't fuck him, I will."

"Hell no" I say, the words leaving my mouth before I have time to think about what I'm saying.

"Oh, so you want him just for you, don't you?" Alice says, elbowing me on the ribs.

"No. Yes. I don't know" I say, pouring myself another glass of champagne.

"I think you should send him a follow request on Instagram. You are neighbours after all" Grace says.

"I think we all should do it, see who gets a yes first" Melissa says.

"Love the idea" Alice replies.

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"Nothing yet?" Melissa asks. It's been half an hour since all of us sent Ben follow requests on Instagram, and so far, he hasn't accepted any.

"He's probably busy partying with his stupid friends, not on Instagram. We should do the same" I say, getting up from my seat.

"Yes!" Alice says. "It's my hen do. Let's go somewhere where we can dance and sing and just be wild!"

As we leave the bar, I check my phone and see an Instagram notification. Ben has accepted my request and sent me one since my account also is private. Without thinking about it twice, I accept it, feeling my heart beating way too fast in my chest.

"Any news from your hot neighbour?" Melissa asks me.

"No, nothing yet" I say, putting my phone on my bag.

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"Benjamin!" I scream when I see him walking towards our building's door.

"Isn't it a bit too late for you to be out and about?"

"Tonight was a special night."

"I can see" he says, pointing at the bridesmaid band I'm wearing. "Who is getting married?"

"My best friend Alice. She's the reason why I'm working here."

"I'll remember to thank her for it. Is she the one who sent me a follow request on Instagram?"

"Yep, that's her. And also Grace and Melissa. But it's fine if you don't accept them."

"Jealous I may like them more than I like you?" Ben asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Nonsense" I say, walking into our building.

"Wow, easy there" he says, catching me when I trip with the rug. "How much did you drink?"

"I don't know. I usually only drink a glass of champagne or a beer, but tonight it was a special night" I shrug.

"Are you sure you want Mrs. McKenzie to see you on this state?"

"I'll be fine, don't worry. I just need to get out of this dress and these shoes."

"You can take off the shoes, but the dress stays. C'mon" he says, helping me sit down on the stairs.

"Why are you here?" I ask him, my feet finally free.

"I live here."

"That’s not what I meant. Where you out or something?"

"I was."

"With Jack?"

"With a different group of friends, friends from work. It was the birthday of one of them."

"Is that why you are dressed different today?" I say, looking at him from head to toe.

"It is, yes. Don't you like it?"

"Oh, I love it. This shirt is ten times better than whatever you usually wear."

"Good to know" he says with a smile.

"God, Benjamin. You have like the most beautiful smile I have ever seen."

"Thank you, neighbour" he says, smiling even wider.

"It's not fair, you know."

"What isn't?"

"You. You are too handsome. It's not fair to everyone else. Both men and women."

"Ok..." he laughs.

"Ugh, I want my bed" I say, trying to lay down on the stairs.

"Then let's go" he says, helping me get up and taking me to the lift.

"You also smell so good, Benjamin. Not fair."

"Anything else about me that is unfair?" he asks as the lift opens and he walks me inside.

"Where do I begin?" I say, resting my head against the wall. "Your hair? Those curls? Unfair. Your eye colour? Too much. Also, your butt? I need you to share whatever routine you do. I need a butt like yours."

"Your butt looks perfect the way it is, you don't need to change it" he smirks.

"Your lips."

"What?"

"Your lips. They also are unfair" I say, moving towards him, completely ignoring that the lift just stopped. "Especially your lower lip. It's so kissable and I just want to bite it, and... Fuck" I say, throwing myself at him and kissing him. It's a bit of a sloppy kiss, but I don't care. And he doesn't seem to care either, because he is kissing me back.

"Ouch" he says when I manage to bite his lower lip.

"I warned you, Benjamin" I say, kissing him again. God, I can't get enough of him. I have never felt anything like this when kissing someone. "Let's go to your house" I whisper, my lips still on his.

"Not today" he says, grabbing my hands from behind his neck and leaving them at my sides, taking a step back.

"Why not? I thought that's what you wanted?"

"And I do. I really do. But not when you are like this, when I know that tomorrow you'll regret everything you've said and done tonight."

"I won't."

"You will" he says. "Goodnight, neighbour."

"What?"

"Goodnight" he repeats as the lift's doors start closing. Somehow, he had managed to walk me out without me noticing, leaving me in front of my door. And leaving me horny, confused, and with sore feet.

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I’ll Be Honest (Looking at You Got Me Thinking Nonsense), Part 2

A “Take My Hand, Wreck My Plans” fic

Pairings: Kyle Fletcher x OFC (with a little bit of Will Ospreay x OFC) Word Count: 4,993 Warnings: Alcohol use, language, kink discussion (this one is 18+, folks!)

Two months of tension between Nellie and Kyle come to a head when she finally returns to London. (Part 2 of 3)

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Friday, November 19, 2021 London, England

We’re parked right out front.

No sooner had Nellie received the text than she stepped outside the airport terminal with Torrance and saw Kyle, standing next to a car parked at the curb. She picked up her pace, wheeling her suitcase behind her, and he smiled at her, wide as ever. When she reached him, she let her bag go and stood up on her toes to wrap both arms around his neck. Her feet left the ground as he picked her up in a warm hug.

“Welcome back,” he said. “I missed you.”

Nellie’s heart soared. “I missed you, too.”

He set her back down, and she was tempted to take his face in her hands and kiss him. But then she saw Will out of the corner of her eye and remembered they weren’t alone.

“How was the flight?” Will asked.

“Nerve-wracking,” Torrance returned. “I’m so happy to be back on the ground.”

“There was some turbulence on the connecting flight,” Nellie explained. “Nothing crazy, but yeah.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re safely here,” Will said. “But let’s get going; I’ve already had to argue with some prick trying to tell me I’ve sat here too long.”

They loaded their luggage into the trunk of his car and then all piled in, Torrance up front with Will, Kyle in the back with Nellie. Torrance had to scoot her seat all the way up to accommodate Kyle’s long legs, and as soon as they were all buckled up, they were off.

“Is Mark at the house?” Torrance asked. “I don’t know why I expected him to be here, too.”

“Probably because he and Kyle are a package deal,” Will commented. It made Kyle scoff.

“We are our own people, thank you very much,” he pointedly returned. “But Mark’s actually picking up takeaway for us. We kind of figured you two would be tired and hungry and just want to head straight back.”

“Yeah, I hope Chinese is alright,” Will added. “It was the easiest thing.”

“That sounds perfect, actually,” Torrance gratefully said.

“It does,” Nellie agreed. She smiled at Kyle. “Thank you; that was thoughtful.”

“Well, I’m a thoughtful person,” he smirked, and he reached for her hand and intertwined their fingers, giving her a wink as he did. Nellie’s insides warmed. Two months had been too long.

* * * *

The drive back to Will’s house felt longer than it took, and by the time they arrived, Nellie and Torrance were both ready to crash. It was barely past 7 p.m. in London, but that meant it was after 3 a.m. in Tokyo, and they were exhausted from more than eighteen hours of travel. But Mark had timed picking up dinner just right, and they all sat in the living room and made tentative plans for the next day while they ate, and then it was off to bed—Torrance and Will to the master suite, Nellie and Kyle to his room. She’d decided it would be easiest—not to mention free—to just stay there for the night. As for the rest of the weekend, they’d discussed the possibility of getting a hotel room if they decided they needed more privacy.

“So, that’s the loo,” Kyle told her with a point at the door directly in front of them as he carried her suitcase up the stairs. “Mark and I share that one; Will has an ensuite.” They took a left at the landing. “That’s Mark’s room.” Another sharp left and they continued down the hall. “Towel closet… that’s the master. And this is mine.” He opened the door and stepped aside so she could go in first. It was on the smaller side, but it was tidy and his bed was made, which didn’t necessarily surprise her. But she wondered if he’d tidied up extra because he’d been expecting her.

“Sorry; Mark got the bigger spare because of seniority,” he apologized.

“No worries,” she assured him with a smile. “It’s cozy.”

He set her luggage down and pushed the door nearly closed. “Did you want to take a shower, or are you just gonna crash?”

“I was thinking I’d take a quick one,” she nodded. “Just to rinse off the airplane and everything.”

“Okay, I’ll get you a towel.” He went back out and returned a few seconds later with a fluffy gray towel. “I got you a washcloth, too, in case you need it,” he said, and he set them on the bed for her. “And if you need body wash, you’re more than welcome to use mine.”

“I have some, but thanks,” she grinned. It was cute, how he wanted to make sure she had everything she needed.

“Okay. Well, I’ll leave you to it, but…”

He trailed off, and then he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. Nellie melted into it, into him, curling her fingers in the fabric of his shirt. She hadn’t forgotten how soft his lips were. She hadn’t realized just how much she’d craved the feel of them against hers again.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for the last two hours,” Kyle said as he pulled away.

Nellie tilted her mouth toward his. “So have I,” she breathed, and they kissed again.

“You sure you want me to leave you to shower?” he grinned against her lips.

She laughed. “Yes. Not tonight,” she said, and there was no need to elaborate on what she meant. He knew.

“I know,” he returned. Another kiss. “I’ll just be downstairs if you need anything.”

“Okay,” she said, and he left and closed the door behind him, leaving her with butterflies in her stomach, her lips tingling.

* * * *

The hot shower had made Nellie even more tired, and she’d drifted off to sleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow. But she’d felt Kyle climb into bed sometime later and wrap his arm around her, pulling her back against his chest, little spoon-big spoon. It had been a perfect fit, the way her body tucked into his. And when she woke up next to him that morning, she hadn’t felt so well-rested in weeks.

“Morning,” he smiled as he stretched awake. His hair was a messy mop atop his head. Nellie wanted to run her fingers through it.

“Morning,” she echoed. “How’d you sleep?”

“Mm… good. Really good, actually. I quite liked coming back to you in my bed.”

“Oh, did you?”

“Mhm. Getting you in my t-shirt is next.”

Nellie just smiled.

“C’mere.” He lifted his arm, and she snuggled up to him and laid her head on his bare chest, her hand sliding over his abdomen. She swore he’d gotten bigger since she’d seen him last. It made her think about how Riley had called him a twink when they’d run into each other at the bar—and how wrong he was.

“You know you snore?”

“What?” She lifted her head to look at him. He smirked.

“Not loud. But you definitely did. It was cute, actually.”

She laid her head back down. “I’m blaming the jet lag.”

He laughed. “I don’t think that’s how that works.”

He rubbed circles on her shoulder, and Nellie closed her eyes, content. She felt like she could stay there all day.

“This is so ironic,” Kyle said.

“What is?”

“Well, I was just thinking about how the first time we met was because you’d stayed the night with Riley back when we lived together, and now you’re here with me.”

Nellie laughed lightly to herself. “I thought about that last week. Torr and I ran into him when we went out the night before the tag league final. I might have told him you and I have been talking.”

“What did he say?”

“He called you a twink.”

“What?” Kyle returned, audibly appalled. “Whatever, he’s obviously jealous for being a big fat loser.”

Nellie just laughed again.

“You know I had a crush on you then?” Kyle asked.

“You did?”

“Oh, big time,” he confirmed. “I remember this one time you were over, and I got up to go to the loo, and you were coming out of it right as I was trying to go in.”

“I remember that,” Nellie said.

“Yeah, you were only wearing a t-shirt. I might have filed that image away and used it for stress relief later, if you know what I mean.”

“Kyle!” Nellie gasped and picked up her head to look at him again.

“I’m just being honest,” he smirked. “Plus, I was only nineteen then.”

“Oh, God,” she winced. “Don’t tell me that.”

He laughed again, and then they heard both their phones chime in succession, Kyle’s from his nightstand, Nellie’s from on top of her suitcase. It must have been a message in the group chat.

“I bet that’s Will,” Kyle said as he reached for his phone. Nellie could see the screen as he unlocked it and opened the text. It was from Will.

We’re making breakfast so finish fucking and come downstairs.

Nellie laughed under her breath. “I guess there’s gonna be a lot of that this weekend.”

“What—us fucking or them teasing us about it?”

He looked at her as if it were a genuine question. She smirked. “Yes.”

Kyle grinned. “Alright. Touché, Nellie, touché,” he returned, and Nellie kissed his cheek and got out of bed.

“Come on, I’m hungry.”

* * * *

The plan had been to do something as a group that day, but no one was really surprised when Will said over breakfast that he and Torrance wanted to go off on their own to do some sightseeing around London. However, they all agreed to get back together that evening for “one of our famous United Empire dinners,” as Will had put it.

“But Torr and I aren’t in United Empire,” Nellie had said.

“Yet,” Kyle and Will had simultaneously returned.

But just because Will and Torrance were doing their own thing didn’t mean that the rest of them had to change their plans, and so later that morning, Nellie, Kyle, and Mark all got ready and headed out to an indoor adult mini golf course to meet up with Francesco Akira, who was also in town for the RevPro show the next night. Neither Nellie nor Torrance had met Francesco, but the guys had all been talking him up all morning—they swore they would both love him.

“So, how long have you known him?” Nellie asked as they arrived.

“Not long. Like a month-and-a-half, maybe?” Mark said with a questioning look at Kyle, who nodded.

“Yeah; his first RevPro show was one of the ones last month where we had the singles matches. But we all clicked straightaway. I think Will wants him to get a bit more experience and then we’ll probably get him to join UE.”

“A bit more experience?” Nellie curiously returned. “How long has he been wrestling?”

“Only since the start of this year. Mostly in Japan for AJPW, actually. You two might have crossed paths and not even realized it.”

“There he is,” Mark said, and Nellie looked over to see a young man with red hair standing near the ticket counter.

“Hey.” Francesco smiled as they walked over, and Mark and Kyle both greeted him with friendly bro-hugs before Kyle introduced Nellie.

“Francesco, Nellie; Nellie, Francesco.”

“Hi,” Nellie waved.

“Ciao bella,” he returned, and the next thing she knew he leaned in and gave her two air kisses, one on each cheek. “Finally I get to meet the RevPro Women’s Champion. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Oh,” she smiled, a bit flustered by the whole display. She hadn’t expected the cheek kisses, but maybe she should have—they had said he was Italian. “Only good things, I hope,” she said with a glance up at Kyle.

“Yes, but I don’t think Kyle did you justice.”

“Alright, you’re charming and Italian, she gets it,” Kyle interjected, and he put a hand on the small of Nellie’s back. She grinned slyly up at him. Was he getting jealous? “So, which course do you think we should do?” he asked no one in particular.

Mark shrugged. “We’re not pressed for time. We could probably do both if we wanted.”

They got in line. Nellie had planned to pay for herself, but Kyle bought her game for her and genially told the cashier not to listen to her when she tried to pay instead. “Fine, but I’m getting the next one,” she told him. Then they picked out their clubs and balls—bright purple and neon pink for Nellie, lime green and electric blue for Kyle—and stepped aside to wait for Francesco and Mark.

“Francesco seems nice,” Nellie said. “You’re right, I think he would fit right in with UE.”

“I don’t know, I’m having second thoughts about it now,” Kyle said. She grinned at him.

“Don’t worry; he’s not my type. Will might want to think twice about introducing him to Torrance, though.”

His brow furrowed in surprise. “I thought Torr was into older guys; Francesco’s the same age as I am.”

“She is. But she also has a soft spot for gingers.”

“Hey, what color are your balls?” Mark suddenly called over, presumably so he and Francesco wouldn’t get the same colors as them. They both held up their golf balls to show him.

“Blue,” Kyle said.

Mark shook his head. “That’s not nice, Nell.”

Kyle laughed. Nellie pursed her lips. “That’s two,” she muttered. She wondered how high the count would get.

* * * *

They ended up playing both mini golf courses, and while Nellie’s competitiveness normally would have made her a sore loser, she was too entertained by Kyle and Francesco competing with each other to be bothered by how awful she was. Francesco had handily won the first course, much to Kyle’s annoyance, and during the second Mark took to doing commentary during Kyle’s turns, which only frustrated him more. But the second game was much closer than the first, and Kyle ended up winning by the skin of his teeth. He might have won the Master’s with the way he’d celebrated.

Afterward, they all got a bite to eat, and when Mark invited Francesco to come out with them later that night, Francesco asked Nellie if she’d be there. She laughed and said she would, and then Kyle told him Torrance would be there, too—“You’ll like her.”

“Yeah, but she’s with Will,” Mark purposefully noted, which earned him a pointed glare from Kyle. Nellie just laughed again and put her hand on Kyle’s knee under the table. They were intentionally messing with him.

By the time they got back to the house it was after 3 p.m., and Nellie’s jet lag was catching up with her; it was nearing midnight in Tokyo. “I might need a nap if I’m gonna make it through this United Empire dinner tonight,” she said as she and Kyle went into his bedroom; and as soon as she saw his bed, she knew that was exactly what she needed. She toed off her shoes and climbed under the covers, still in all her clothes.

“You’re gonna sleep in your jeans?” Kyle asked in amusement.

She looked up at him—and then she reached under the blanket and undid her jeans, lifting her hips so she could push them off. When they were removed, she pulled them out and dropped them on the floor beside his bed.

“No,” she purred. Kyle’s eyes darkened.

“You really are gonna give me blue balls, you know that?”

“Am I?” she teased. “That’s not good. Maybe we should do something about that.”

“Maybe we should,” he said, and he joined her on the bed and kissed her. Nellie slid her hands to the back of his neck and into his hair, opening her mouth to him, relishing the weight of his body pressing her into the mattress, the feel of his arms, his shoulders, his chest. He moved his lips to her neck, and then he slipped his hand under the blanket, brushing his fingers over her skin. Nellie hummed in consent and maneuvered to give him better access. She wanted him to push his fingers inside her and make her cum, use his tongue, she wanted to feel him. They’d waited long enough.

But then they heard voices and footsteps coming up the stairs, loud and close. Kyle hadn’t closed his door all the way. He barely managed to shift from on top of Nellie before Will poked his head into the room.

“Close the door if you’re gonna do that!” he proclaimed, and then Torrance’s head appeared in the doorway, too. Nellie’s face burned hot.

“Why are you looking?” Kyle fired back.

“I can see right into your room going into mine, dickhead!” Will said, and he grabbed the doorknob and pulled Kyle’s door closed.

Nellie curled her lips into her mouth and looked up at the ceiling. The mood was sufficiently ruined.

“Sorry,” Kyle sighed and flopped back onto the pillows. “I should have closed the bloody door.”

“It’s okay,” she returned. “Now probably wouldn’t have been the best time, anyway.”

He smirked. “You were ready to go, though.”

She playfully rolled her eyes. “Don’t get cocky.”

His brow furrowed. “Isn’t that the goal?”

Nellie sent him a look. His grin widened. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do with you,” she said as she closed her eyes.

“Don’t worry,” he returned. “I’ll help you figure it out later.”

* * * *

More than five hours later, Nellie was still waiting for the opportunity to figure out what to do with Kyle—and she was starting to feel like she was the one with blue balls, or whatever the female equivalent was.

It probably didn’t help that she hadn’t had sex or even been intimately touched by someone other than herself in five months, but just sitting next to Kyle at dinner had her aching. Every time he looked at her felt like a prelude to the inevitable, and she was growing impatient. And when he put his hand on her thigh and gave it a squeeze, it was a struggle for her not to physically alert the rest of the table exactly what she was feeling.

“Nellie, you look a bit flustered over there, are you alright?” Torrance asked with a knowing grin over her drink. Nellie sent her a subtle glare.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m fine,” she said with a sip of her own drink. She needed it, especially with the way she could see Kyle grinning out of the corner of her eye.

“So I understand Francesco wiped the floor with you lot at mini golf?” Will asked. Nellie breathed out, grateful for the change of subject.

“He did not,” Kyle immediately objected.

“He did, actually,” Mark stated.

“Maybe he did you and Nell, but I won the second game.”

“I let you win,” Francesco piped up. “I felt bad; you were clearly trying to impress Nellie.”

Will, Mark, and Torrance all burst out in shocked laughter at the unexpected dig, while Nellie tried not to laugh. But Kyle took it in stride.

“I don’t know why you think that’s an insult; of course I was trying to impress her. You weren’t?” he turned it back on Francesco and threw Nellie a wink. It didn’t help her situation.

“Well, I don’t need to try when it comes so effortless,” Francesco parried.

Kyle widened his eyes at Will. “Do you hear this shit?” he asked with a point at Francesco. “The whole time with this.”

“I don’t know, sounds to me like he fits right in with you guys,” Torrance commented.

“That’s what I said!” Nellie agreed. “But joke's on you both, actually, because I was most impressed with Mark’s commentary, anyway.”

Mark held up his glass to Nellie, and she clinked hers against it in cheers. Kyle’s mouth dropped.

“That hurts, Nell. My best fucking friend,” he dramatically intoned. But his hand was still on her thigh under the table. There was no doubt who she really stood by.

“Man, I kinda wish we’d gone to mini golf now,” Torrance said with a bit of a frown at Will. “I feel left out.”

“You should have come,” Francesco agreed. “Will got me all excited to meet you and then kept you for himself.”

Torrance gave him a smile, and then she looked at Will. “I like him. I’ll join United Empire if he does.”

Will blinked at her. “Sorry?”

“See what I mean?!” Kyle jumped.

“Yeah,” Will pursed his lips and gave Francesco a sidelong glance. “We’ll have to keep an eye on him. He’s too endearing.”

Dinner continued with more jokes, stolen glances, and discreet touches, and by the time they paid the bill, Nellie had half a mind to suggest to Kyle that they skip going out and just head back to the house. But her reticence to make it glaringly obvious to everyone that she wanted to fuck his brains out kept her from saying anything. Torrance was already on to her, and Nellie was pretty sure that she and Will had some sort of bet going after nearly catching them in Kyle’s bedroom that afternoon, which she was still a bit embarrassed about. She was twenty-nine, for God’s sake, not nineteen; she craved a bit more romance than getting it in the best they could in a house full of roommates. That might have been fine three years ago with Riley, but Nellie wanted more with Kyle, and especially for their first time.

As for why she wanted more with him—that was something to revisit when she hadn’t been drinking.

“You want your usual?” Kyle asked her. They’d arrived at a club that Torrance had picked, and the girls claimed a table while the guys went to get the drinks.

“You know my usual?” Nellie returned in surprise.

He scoffed. “Of course I do,” he confidently said, and he started toward the bar. He’d barely taken two steps away before Torrance grinned at her.

“So. Tonight’s the night?”

Nellie gave her a deadpan look. “Are you asking because you care or because you’re trying to win a bet?”

Torrance paused. “Both,” she admitted.

Nellie laughed; at least she was honest about it. “I don’t know. It might not be the night if we can’t get a hotel room. This tension’s been building for two months; I don’t think I want to release it with you and Will on the other side of the wall.”

“No need,” Torrance unexpectedly returned. “Will and I got a hotel room.”

“What?” That was news to Nellie. Torrance nodded.

“Yeah, while we were out today. I decided I wanted a bit more privacy tonight. You know, since we made things official.”

Nellie’s eyebrows arched. She’d dropped that information so casually that she wasn’t entirely sure if Torrance was joking. But the grin that worked its way onto her friend’s face said it all.

“Seriously?!” Nellie pulled her into a hug. “I was wondering. Are you happy?”

“Yeah, I am,” Torrance genuinely returned. “He’s already trying to get me to go out with him for his match tomorrow night, but I told him if I’m going out with anyone, it’s with my tag team partner.”

“Ha! I’m sure he loved that.”

“But back to my point,” Torrance pivoted. “You don’t need to get a hotel room. Not unless you’re worried about being so loud that Mark hears you at the other end of the hall.”

Nellie bit back a smirk. “I mean, it’s not that big of a house. And according to you, Kyle’s dick might be a religious experience.”

“What did you just say?”

Will suddenly returned with Francesco in tow, drinks in their hands. Nellie felt her stomach freefall for a second; but Kyle and Mark were still at the bar.

“Don’t worry about it,” Torrance told him as she took her drink from him. And thankfully, Will just let it go.

* * * *

Some time and a few more drinks later, Nellie was starting to care less and less if anyone would notice if she and Kyle just disappeared. The very air between them felt electric and loaded, and she purposefully avoided the dance floor out of worry that she wouldn’t be able to contain herself if Kyle touched her a certain way. No—the game parlor was a much safer option, and so they, Mark, and Francesco had gone off to play a couple rounds of shuffleboard (Francesco had tried to coax Torrance into coming along to “make up for mini golf,” but Will had pulled her to the dance floor).

Except, the game parlor hadn’t been much safer of an option, after all. Just brushing against Kyle shot tingles up Nellie’s spine, and when he unexpectedly and affectionately called her “babe” after she’d botched a turn, it made her dizzy. By the time the game was over, she legitimately needed water, and they headed back to the table while Francesco and Mark went to the bar. Torrance and Will were still dancing. They were alone.

He put his hand on her leg again and leaned into her ear. “I feel like I need to apologize; I didn’t mean to call you ‘babe’ back there. It just slipped out.”

Nellie shook her head. “No, don’t apologize. I didn’t mind it.”

Kyle grinned. “Good, because I didn’t mind calling you it.”

Tingles. Nellie arched her back in her seat. And she was almost certain Kyle knew exactly what he was doing to her.

“Well, if you like that,” he added. “What else do you like?”

Nellie’s mouth went dry. “What do you mean?” she asked. But she knew damn well what he meant.

“I mean… what’re you into?”

The husk in his voice required no clarification. “Oh, so you want to talk about that, huh?” she knowingly returned.

“Well, yeah,” Kyle said. “You’ve been teasing me for two whole months, Nell. Now that I’ve got my chance, the last thing I’m gonna do is go in unprepared.”

Nellie bit her lip as she looked into his eyes. She was both impressed and extremely turned on at his eagerness to please—and she was more than willing to inform him.

“Okay, well… for starters, I like a man who takes charge.”

Kyle smirked. “So, you’re submissive.”

“More often than not,” she said. “Sometimes the mood strikes to be the one in control. But most of the time… I like to be told what to do.”

She looked at him, gauging his reaction. It was obvious he wasn’t disappointed.

“Okay. So, follow-up question: are you into BDSM?”

Nellie shook her head at that. “No. I'm fine with basic wrist restraints, but that’s something else I really have to be in the mood for. I like to be able to touch. Like… I want to be able to grab your hair when you’re going down on me.”

Kyle paused. He clearly hadn’t expected that to come out of her mouth. But again, he wasn’t disappointed.

“What about if I pull your hair?” he asked.

“Mm,” Nellie hummed and nodded in approval. “I like a little spanking, too.”

“Yeah?”

“Mmhm. And if you do this,” she took his hand and put it at her throat; it was large, and his fingers easily encircled her neck, “and just give it a little bit of pressure… I might call you ‘daddy’ when I cum.”

Kyle swallowed. It was another few seconds before he pulled his hand from her neck. “Well, I definitely can’t get up from the table right now.”

“Okay, either I’m way more drunk than I feel, or you just had her by the throat.”

Torrance and Will seemed to appear out of thin air in front of them. People really needed to stop doing that tonight.

“Fucking what?” Will laugh-sputtered with a wide-eyed look at Kyle. But, for possibly the first time in his life, Kyle didn’t know what to say.

Thankfully, Nellie had enough Dutch courage going that she wasn’t embarrassed. “Don’t worry; I put his hand there,” she slyly returned. It left them speechless. “Do you want anything?” she asked Kyle as she slid out of the booth.

“Water,” he said, making a drinking motion with his hand. “I need water.”

* * * *

It wasn’t long after that they all decided to call it a night; they had to wrestle tomorrow, after all. And everyone was so distracted by learning that Torrance and Will were going to a hotel because they’d made their relationship official that they forgot all about the tension between Nellie and Kyle. And if Mark noticed it on the Uber ride back to the house, he at least had the decency not to draw any attention to it. Nellie would try to return the favor once she and Kyle got back to his room.

And they couldn’t get back fast enough.

They moved as one, lips locked, hands grabbing and pulling, bodies close—until Kyle abruptly pushed her back onto his bed. Nellie landed with a soft bounce atop the comforter and watched as he made a point to shut the door, and then he pulled his shirt up and over his head and tossed it aside. She purred in the back of her throat; she needed him in her mouth. She reached urgently forward and grabbed at the waistband of his jeans—but she only managed to unfasten the button before Kyle pushed her hands away.

“No,” he said, quiet but firm. “You first.”

Heat surged through Nellie’s body. So he had paid attention when she’d told him what she liked.

“Take off your clothes,” he ordered. And she didn’t hesitate to do as she was told.

#kyle fletcher fanfiction #will ospreay fanfiction #united empire fanfiction

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zorilleerrant · 9 months

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Hi, I absolutely loved the previous ask I sent and was wondering if you would mind doing another? I was thinking either 15 clingy or 46 reversal with Constantine? Or, if not, then your choice of character? Thank you so much!

(I'll absolutely do more; my brain is kind of stuck on all my current WIPs so I'm not making a lot of momentum, not even with Lex's ranty blog entries. WIP more like RIP me amirite)

Constantine is no stranger to the reversal of fortunes. This is one of the central features of the Synchronicity Highway: a streak of good luck is a bad time to ride it, because the house always wins sooner or later, and the universe is a house with a fuckload of bouncers who don't care whether or not you come back. A run of shit luck, though? The perfect time to let it take you where you need to be.

Constantine is peripherally aware, if he lets himself be introspective, which he tries never to do these days, that the only reason it works so well is that the only place he ever wants to be is away from here, and there's nothing magic likes more than to whisk one into the unknown, far from all they know and love, but far from hate, and usually politics, too. If he had more of a sense of adventure - well, if he had more of a sense of adventure, he'd probably have promoted his band the way he was told to, instead of hiding from interviewers.

Not that, he figures, his life would've been much better as a musician. Starving every other day, still. Doing odd jobs, still. Gaz just as dead from an overdose and no danger to the world, but everyone's world still ended, staring down at his waxy face. Fingers blistered, callouses in all the wrong places, no longer able to hold a playing card the right way to throw it, not without a cramp, and still, always, getting too old for this shit. Chas would probably be happier, anyway.

The only time Synchronicity really works is when some naif believes it will, someone credulous enough, with enough trust in Constantine, and enough will of their own to guide them somewhere meaningful. Somewhere beautiful in its own right. Used to be he could trust family for that. Well, not Dad, his faith in the Almighty was steadfast enough it was a wonder Constantine could've cursed him in the first place. Tiny Johnny, enamored with the wonders of tricks in a Real Magic Book could barely float a quarter in front of him, and levitation came easy to him, those early days. It's not like a Chosen One's going to come along every week, take his hand and look at him with those wide lamb eyes, and ask - am I really evil? Every time?

He likes Chosen Ones, if he's being honest. Something neat in that package, a quest that can be finished and left at the door. A story that's larger than him, some grand sweeping narrative that Conjob only plays the bittiest part in. Philosophy he doesn't so much care for. It's easier having no answers than too many, and the shifting world only adds more at his fingertips, less than a phone call away when he has some idle query that he doesn't yet know can ruin his life.

Books were easiest, as the tiniest lad on the block, every block, every time. Books had answers. (Too many answers. Too many tempting questions.) Books never hit him or turned him upside down, books never dared him into the deepest shadows of the quarry. Books never spoke his father's name, his own name, with laughter and words he'd be punished for if he brought them home. Lightly, himself, but with the harsher echo heard through the wall as he bit his tongue. Books were steadfast and kind, through every change of address, every change of parent, every twist of his early life.

The friendless child had his stack of books, and the charming adult had his music, and that's its own synchronicity, really. Its own reversal. Different hands in different places and different voices screaming different words. It always nags at him, whether the band ever needed him. Everything else in his life drew him there, one way or another. The band may have been pure coincidence.

Magic is shaped by will, by belief, by the kind of conviction that bends the universe around it. Everyone knows that. It's the first thing people teach, the first thing people learn, the beginning of half the spellbooks he owns. That's what draws you in, on the highway, that and not really anything to do with you. You're just a magical magnet, drawn to someone who needs your help.

It's not always help. Constantine knows as well as anyone that sometimes you're drawn to someone who just needs a warm body to tear into, or someone who needs your magic as a component rather than a tool. Sometimes you're drawn to a tragedy so long ago and far a way the echo shocks a ripple down the back of your neck, scaring your ghosts into silence for a handful of breaths. Sometimes it's a trap, or you're a hindrance, or it's someone else's story you've stumbled into as a comedy relief bit. Sometimes, though, someone needs help, and that's all the world really is, isn't it? Everyone calling for help and you struggling to answer when you can.

He's changed a flat, more than once. It's funny, in a highway way, when that happens. It's funny when Chas gives him The Look, even when he reminds his friend it's an invaluable life skill. Even when he's helped change Chas's tires. Some thanks. He's helped find lost pets, told too many people he couldn't much help find lost anyone else. He's screamed at a few newbie practitioners. Confiscated their grimoires. If he's in a friendly mood, pointed them in the direction of help. He's decked a politician or two. That's always fun.

And sometimes, sometimes he's on the run from the filth, trying not to whisper words through panted breaths before he turns himself into a toad, and slips into the space between spaces. Everywhere has its alleys, literal and metaphorical, and the liminal is harder to avoid the stronger the wifi signal permeates the air. Sometimes he slips through, runs, jogs along with a fitness group, follows tourists photographing ducks. Takes a bus, and a train, and then a taxicab he's sure isn't from the country he ends up in. Walks, doing like he always promises he will, and smelling the roses.

Only they're not roses, though, and he comes back to himself to the strong scent of sweet basil, a windowbox carefully planted to flourish in the sun. Soft music playing, classical, but by some local band fundraising for - he can't remember. He bought their CD. He raises his hand to knock on the door, but he hesitates, the way he always does, goes to turn away. They need him here about as much as they ever did, and he doesn't need to reverse their fortunes, too.

But his sister's smile he could never turn away from, the delighted surprise as she takes him by the hand, asks him, "of course you'll stay for dinner, Johnny," sits him down at the table before he responds. Gemma gives him the least impressed look a teenager has ever bestowed on anyone, glancing back down at her phone, ignoring Cheryl's attempts to cajole her into setting the table. Even Tony's jokes can't turn Constantine away from the marvel that is his family, whole and hale again, sitting right across from him like they weren't a universe and lifetime away, out of sight and out of mind.

He stays for dinner.

#look i said something #my writing #fanfic #john constantine #ask game still open #check for link in replies #what is the timeline on this? look. leave me alooooone he doesn't know either!!!

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hattywatch · 1 year

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J. Vesey - July for the Whole Year 4

A/N: Chapter 4. Tell a friend to tell a friend. Comments, critique, and conjecture encouraged. Jimmy's looking so fine these days y'all. NYC agrees with him.

<< Chapter 3

March 2020

Jimmy: The season is going to pause, wish I was back in ny. We’d have nothing but time to catch up on GoT now.

Like I’d let you in my bubble.

Jimmy: Who are you kidding, I’m the best bubble partner.

No comment. :P

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April 2020

Do you have toilet paper, should I send you some? You never remember until it’s too late.

Jimmy: lol, my mom sent me some. Good looking out.

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“I’ll tell you when to hit play! Don’t hit it without me!” It’s makeshift for sure, but you figured out how to watch Netflix together over video chat. Everyone has been going crazy over this Tiger King show and there’s literally nothing else to do, so what’s the harm. You haven’t seen another human in about two weeks, save when you went to the grocery store to pick up some essentials for Mr. Callahan and he waved at you as you left the package outside his door. Even that was exciting contact. Plus you’re missing Jimmy extra.

“I cannot believe you talked me into this. This looks like the dumbest thing I have ever seen.”

His laugh, you’ve missed that laugh so much. Your cheeks hurt as your smile stretches, “I miss you so much.” You don’t mean the words to blurt out like they do; honest and out there for him to hear, read into, draw conclusions from.

Jimmy’s face is a welcomed sight, so your smile doesn’t even falter when he pokes at you. “Oh my Godddd. Shut up! You get to pick the next one. Probably going to make me watch something Boston, so I have to listen to that terrible accent for hours on end.”

______

“Yeah, me too. Like a limb,” his smile is a little soft, a little sad, but he’s Jimmy and he’s notoriously stoic, so he straightens up on his couch and grabs his remote, “Alright, let’s get this over with.”

May 2020

Who do we cheer for now, Brady, Kevin? An unknown third party?

Jimmy: I’m gunna flip a coin. Tampa looks good though, hate to say it.

Gross.

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October 2020

Jimmy: You gunna to visit me when the borders open back up? It’s pretty cool up here, I think you’d like it.

Only if you’re paying for Tim Hortons.

Jimmy: Not with this contract.

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December 2020

Jimmy: Did you get a package 👀👀

I have to check the mailroom when I get home, why?? Did you buy me something! 🙃

Jimmy: Maybe. Keep an eye out.

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As soon as you get in the building you rush to the mailroom and it’s there. A plain brown Amazon box, but when you open it, there's another box inside, shabbily wrapped in blue paper, tied in a white ribbon.

You snap a photo and send it to Jimmy,

It's here! Proud of your wrapping tbh!

Tucked under the ribbon, you start with the envelope, pulling out the Christmas card. It features a cartoon Santa proudly proclaiming "I hear there's some Hos in this house?" shaking a judgmental finger at the naughty list in his hand.

Jimmy's tight, sloppy handwriting covers the inside of the card and your smile grows, happy he thought of you enough to fill the left panel of the card entirely with a handwritten message.

When you finally tear the ribbon off and the paper open you're not surprised to see the bright blue jersey with the Leafs insignia on it. You are slightly surprised that Jimmy's name is across the back and his number is on the sleeve. You're warm to your toes thinking about him branding you in this way, even if you also have Kevin's jersey in the back of your closet and have never had a second thought about Hayes being stitched across your back.

(Y/n),

I thought you'd like this card, since I've seen your Spotify unwrapped and you've played this song more than any one person should. Freak.

Here's a new jersey so you can remember who your favorite player is. I had to change my number, which sucks, but I can't have you representing Philly. That's gross and blue looks way better on you anyway.

I know I said I couldn't afford Timmies on this contract, but here’s a bag anyway. Their coffee is really good and I don’t know when the country will re-open so you can visit and get a real one. I got you plain, French Vanilla is superior though. Even if you disagree.

We can’t have you embarrassing yourself at family skate again, so I hope these are the right size. Take them to the rink when it opens, have the blades sharpened and the skates baked. They’ll fit your feet better and they won’t hurt as much. Whenever I get to come visit we’ll practice.

Hope you like it, miss you.

Merry Christmas,

Jimmy

The skates do fit. He got you hockey ones so they’re chunky and black and not at all the sleek ice skating ones the rinks usually give you when you rent them. It’s so Jimmy that your heart skips at the idea of him spending time, thinking of a thoughtful gift, trying to figure out your damned shoe size, and wrapping the box alone in his apartment.

You’re not sure when you started sniffling, but the card is damp from the few tears that have slid down your face and you laugh in spite of yourself. The distance definitely hasn’t made any of this easier.

This is really thoughtful. I can’t wait to try them out. <3

Jimmy: You’re crying, aren’t you?

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January 2021

Jimmy: Did you listen to this new Drivers License song yet? Seems up your alley.

RED LIGHTS STOP SIGNS!!!

Jimmy: I’ll take that as a yes.

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The phone only rings once before he answers. “Hello?” His camera is facing the ceiling, so you can’t see his face, but it looks like he’s eating lunch.

“Watch Bridgerton with me?” it’s not really a whine, but it’s a little pitchy. He heaves a sigh and he picks up the phone so he’s finally in frame, munching on his pizza. You continue before he has the chance to turn you down, “Please? Everyone at work is talking about it, it’s only 8 episodes, please? You made me watch all those Ben Affleck movies last year! I barely even complained even though Matt’s the better actor.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’m off Sunday we can start it then,” he tears into a piece of crust.

Smiling, you remind him, “You’re my best friend,” before you hang up and send him a calendar invite.

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March 2021

Jimmy: I take it back, you’d like Vancouver better.

Missing me, Jimbo?

Jimmy: Maybe

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July 2021

With restrictions eased up, you find yourself toying with the idea of a weekend trip to Boston. You’ve typed out about 60 messages to Jimmy telling him you may be in town, but you backspaced each and every one, because you’re a coward.

You haven’t been in the same state in almost two years, stuck video chatting during lock down, which has become a weekly ritual that you haven’t dropped since the world began slowly opening back up. Still though, something about seeing him in person has your heart rate picking up and your palms sweating.

In the end you sleepily reveal it when Jimmy calls you to say goodnight.

Your phone jingled loudly in your ear, you could probably put it on silent while you slept, but then you'd miss these calls, Jimmy's profile picture smiling on your screen before you answer and clear your throat.

"Hey," you sigh into your pillow at the content feeling that blankets your body.

"Hey, I'm walking home from the bar and I wanted to say goodnight."

"Okay, goodnight," you're quietly breathing into the phone, smiling to yourself at the sweet gesture.

He laughs, "ooookay, you don't want to talk to me? You already asleep?"

"A little, but I always want to talk to you." You'll be embarrassed by your admission in the morning. In the dark it's just honest and you feel light saying it out loud.

He's quiet now and you hear the cars passing him by as he walks.

"I haven't seen you in forever," he trails off and your decision is practically made for you.

"I'm thinking about taking the day off Friday and shipping up to Boston for the weekend, but the hotels are so much money" you're slightly more awake now, nervous for some reason that you both will feel differently in person since it's been so long.

He takes in a breath, "Do it. You can stay with me."

"Okay," it's Jimmy, it's Jimmy, it's Jimmy- your heart thumps. No reason to be nervous.

"Okay!" You can hear his smile through the phone and when you both hang up you slip easily back into sleep.

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Jimmy's laughter booms through your headphones, "What do you mean 'what if you don't recognize me?' We video chat like every day you know what I look like."

You're feeling silly and giddy and bubbly only 2 hours away from Boston according to your itinerary.

"I should like, bring a red rose like Lorelei and Rory do in Gilmore Girls, just in case. So you know who I am." You look out the window in the train, watching the landscape blaze by.

"Any excuse to bring up the fuckin' Gilmore Girls. I'm sure we'll be okay."

"I'm hanging up on you, you interrupted my music and now you're slandering the Gilmores. See you soon."

You cut off whatever he was about to say and hang up, cackling with delight as he calls you back immediately.

"This is (y/n), how can I assist?"

"I can't stand you. When is 'soon?'"

"Two hours. You better be ready to eat. I'm starving."

"Okay, soon."

______

South Station is pretty empty, which you expected considering it's noon on a Friday. You try to call Jimmy but his phone goes to voicemail both times you call, so you stand and wait, knowing he'd never leave you hanging, so you find a bench and open your phone, scrolling through mindlessly.

Someone sits down next to you so you slide a little to the left without looking up wondering if you should call Jimmy again, but the person clears their throat and shoves a bouquet of roses at you.

Pushing them to the side you see Jimmy's smiling face. "I figured it's been a while, maybe one rose wouldn't do the trick if you forgot what I looked like."

In that moment, Jimmy smiling at you in a train station at 12 on a Friday, it takes everything in you not to lean over and kiss him square on the mouth.

______

"So what do you want to do today?" Jimmy says around a mouthful of sushi. Between you and Kevin constantly shoving your rolls at him, he's by no means an aficionado, but he's come around.

"I don't know. Last time I was here we did a bunch of touristy things," you pause chopsticks halfway to your mouth, "Show me Harvard."

Jimmy's too happy to oblige.

The two of you pile into his Jeep and drive to Cambridge, stopping briefly to grab coffee. "I used to come here all the time," Jimmy places his order and lets you keep looking, "sit at that table and try to finish my papers before midnight. Is it weird that I miss it?"

"Not at all," you confirm. His eyes are fond and you're happy you're here to see this version of him. "Can I have the same?" You place your order to the young girl behind the counter, her glasses are wide and her chemistry book is sat next to her, pages face down, spine bent to save her place.

"You're going to hate it, it's sweet," Jimmy warns, but you shrug your shoulders and nod to the barista to continue making your copy of Jimmy's nostalgic order.

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You spend your day traversing the campus, being suitably impressed by the history and slightly in awe by the IQs you're surrounded by. The art museum is a particular delight- full of classic Van Goghs, Degas, and Stieglitzes, but also housing fine Japanese art, Buddhist statues, and textiles you haven't seen before.

He sidles up behind you quietly and you don't realize until he whispers, bent down and leaning over your shoulder, "Four years here and I never came in here. Kinda crazy."

Swatting him you answer, "Uncultured swine," and grab his hand to pull him to the next room.

It's full of earlier photography, and you stop in front of Stieglitz's The Glow of Night, depicting an empty street, glowing in the evening; only a few horse-drawn carriages sit in the distance under the glow of the streetlights.

"I miss New York," Jimmy mumbles under his breath.

Your eyebrows raise, "You're Boston through and through, I can't believe you just said that outloud."

He shrugs, "I love it here, I do. But I guess I miss the early years. Us and the boys, young and stupid."

He sounds doleful and it stings your heart. "I think we all miss that," you reply gently, hand looping through his arm.

"Do you think you'd ever move," it's close to the topic at hand, but a distinct deviation, so you think on it, staring intently at the photo in front of you.

"I don't know. A few years ago I'd have said never..." Jimmy nods, seemingly content with your answer, but looks at his phone and notices the time.

"C'mon. They're going to close soon, let's go home."

You're not home.

You're about 200 miles away to be exact, but it certainly doesn't feel that way.

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Sunday morning you're sat in a hole in the wall getting breakfast with Jimmy. Your train leaves in the late afternoon and Jimmy's trying to pack as much into the day as he can, so you appreciate the quiet time at the table with him.

He's fidgeting a little and you can't take it, a little on edge from the close proximity of the weekend.

"Just take the bed!" He's not shouting but it's definitely as close as you've ever seen him to being short of patience.

"No! You're letting me stay for free! I saved so much money not staying in a hotel, I'll sleep out here!"

Jimmy picks up your bags and tosses them onto his bed. "Night! There's clean towels in the bathroom. Shout if you need anything." He gently pushes you into his room and closes the door behind you.

His bed is plush and you snuggle in after huffing at your defeat, washing your face, and changing into your pajamas. You would have thought you'd fall asleep quickly, a long day of travel followed by a ton of walking typically tires you out, but you're in Jimmy's bed.

You're in Jimmy's bed and it smells like him.

You're in Jimmy's bed and it smells like him and you're having a crisis.

"Do you think you'd ever move?" His question replays in your mind.

A few summers ago you told Gracia never, but you're not so sure that you couldn't be easily persuaded if the right person asked.

"You're ignoring me." Jimmy flicks your coffee cup. The tinkling noise pills you from your daydream and you shake your head.

"Sorry, what?"

"I said," He repeats himself, "I'm a free agent in the fall… maybe I'll end up on the East Coast and we can do this more often…" he smirks, "you know, having breakfast and you ignoring me."

Desperately you wish you were annoyed at his teasing, but you can't find it in you, "That would actually be awesome. Is that a possibility?"

Stirring too much sugar into his coffee he looks optimistic, “Anything is possible.”

#christmas fic #jimmy vesey imagine #jimmy vesey fic #ny rangers imagine #ny rangers fic #hockey imagine #hockey fic #reader insert #writing #toronto maple leafs fic #vancouver canucks fic #mutual pining #idiots in love #idiots in denial

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Bucky Bear's Mission || Elias & Cass

TIMING: Night of June 10th

LOCATION: The Hanging Rock

PARTIES: @eliaskahtri and @magmahearts

SUMMARY: After finally receiving the Bucky Bear in the mail, Elias heads to Cass's cave home to gift her the bear.

CONTENT WARNINGS: None

When Cass had sent him her address, this wasn’t what he expected. Sure, it was in the woods, but he figured she had some kind of cabin or something. What Elias realized quickly was how wrong he was. He took an impromptu hike through rocky terrain and found himself outside an honest-to-God cave. He stood there for a long moment, holding his package in his hands with a worried expression. Did she live here? Alone? For how long? All these questions flooded his mind as he took another step forward, looking around the entrance. “Hello?” He called out, taking another tentative step forward. He bit his lower lip, wondering if this was going to be some sort of elaborate trap. “Cass?” He called out after, steps faltering as he waited for an answer. “It’s me, Elias! I have the bear.”

He wasn’t one to judge where someone lived. After all, he had been in a hotel for far too many weeks at that point. He gripped the package a bit tighter as he waited for something to happen, whether it be Cass jumping him or appearing out of the dark to accept the package happily, which he figured would be the more logical conclusion to jump to since online she seemed to be a very friendly individual. Still, what if it was a ploy? After all, luring someone to a cave would be a good plot for a horror movie.

When she decided to bind someone, more often than not, it was for things like this. Nothing harmful, the way nymphs in her aos si often had. Some of them had taken great delight in binding humans into terrible, unwinnable situations, and it had always made Cass a little anxious. She much preferred things like this. Small, harmless, and just enough to teach them a bit of a lesson… while still ensuring that she got something out of the whole exchange, too. Elias was a grown man who could probably afford to buy a teddy bear for a stranger. She’d warned him what thanking people could do, and she’d shown him proof of it. He should really be grateful.

Still, she felt a little anxious as she sat in the cave waiting for him to arrive. He’d seemed pretty mad when she’d first bound him, just like Metzli had when she’d used the thanks they’d given her to force them into friendship. Was it just as bad to bind someone into something small and innocuous as it was to force them into something big and terrible? It couldn’t be, right? Cass fiddled with a pebble on the stone floor thoughtfully, trying to understand. When Elias’s voice tore her from her thoughts, she was grateful for it. Too much thinking, she thought, got a little annoying after a while.

Jumping to her feet, she hurried to the entrance of the cave. Elias hadn’t come inside, and she was grateful for that. It always made her a little anxious when there were people in her cave and she wasn’t with them; it brought out those nymph instincts that she often disliked. “Hi,” she greeted, exiting the cave with a bright grin. “You brought it? Let me see!” She held out her hands for the package expectantly.

When Elias heard footsteps nearing him, he breathed a sigh of relief, especially when she appeared and greeted him, smiling. Oh good, she wasn’t going to kill him. “Here,” he spoke, placing the package into her hands. “Handcrafted by a woman on the internet named Leslie with love.” He gave a crooked smile, something in him still deeply disturbed and confused that he felt so compelled to do exactly what the girl had wanted. Even more so by the fact that she lived in a cave.

“You live here?” He asked innocently enough, looking around a bit. “Kinda cool, if I’m honest.” He then added, wanting her to know that he didn’t think any less of her for choosing to live where she did. “Honestly, very superhero of you.” He then decided, not knowing just how spot-on his comment truly was. He then changed the subject to the bear once more, watching as she opened the package to reveal the Bucky Bear. “Now we have matching bears,” he commented as she opened the package.

He then thought for a moment before speaking, frowning a bit. “And you know,” he began, rubbing the back of his neck. “If you had just asked, I would have gotten you one anyway.” He explained with a meek smile. “Because that’s what friends do for each other.” The smile turned soft, one of genuineness. He could see how much she had wanted a friend in the way she had spoken to him online, and while he felt bad for her in a way, he also knew what it felt like to want a friend desperately.

Cass took the package eagerly, wasting no time in opening it and retrieving the bear. She inspected it carefully, making sure it was what she’d been promised. When it was clear that Elias wasn’t pulling one over on her, she flashed him a grateful grin. “Leslie does good work,” she replied, tucking the bear carefully under her arm. It would be nice, she thought, to have more items to make the cave feel more ‘lived in,’ though she’d need to be careful to keep the bear somewhere off the stone floor to avoid it getting damaged.

She glanced back to Elias as he questioned her, tensing for a moment. Sometimes, people got weird when she admitted to living in the cave. She wasn’t really sure why. It was one of those… funny human things, she guessed. Some weird social norm that said people weren’t supposed to live in caves. Kind of stupid. According to their own history books, their ancestors did it all the time. But Elias didn’t make a snide comment or a rude remark; instead, he called it cool. He said it was like a superhero. And he was right about that, even if he probably didn’t realize just how right. Cass relaxed, looking pleased. “It is like a superhero,” she agreed, smiling as he revealed he’d brought his bear along, too. “Maybe I could show you around a little.” It wasn’t something she’d usually offer, but she did feel a little bad about binding him.

Worse, even, when he insisted he would have gotten her the bear anyway and said that they were friends. Cass hesitated, looking at the bear instead of looking at him, stroking its artificial fur absently. “People lie about things like that,” she pointed out with a small shrug. “They do it all the time. They’ll say they’re your friend, but they don’t really mean it. Sometimes it’s better to make sure.”

Elias gave a satisfied nod as she accepted the package, happy that he could do something for her that made her smile. At the end of the day, that’s why he did a lot of what he did, to make others smile, even if just for a brief moment. “Glad you like it!” He chirped, flinching a little, realizing his voice was now echoing through the cave. Whoops. “Leslie makes a whole line of Marvel teddy bears. That’s my only one, but she makes some cool stuff.” He scratched the back of his neck, hoping desperately that she wouldn’t trick him into getting her the entire line of super bears.

He nodded as she offered to show him around, curious to see what she’d done with the place. It worried him a bit that she lived in a cave. He thought of the threat of wildlife encroaching on her space or the elements. But if she seemed happy there, then he wouldn’t question it. This town was weird. After all, he had been warned ample times about that fact. “Show away,” he declared in a quieter voice, not wanting to hear his own voice echo through the place again. Once was enough to learn his lesson, thanks.

He furrowed his brows as Cass spoke about friends, realizing there was pain in those words. And he understood it. Through his life, he had only had one really solid friend, and sometimes, even that became fleeting. “Well, I’m not lying,” he promised with a thoughtful gaze, smiling down at her. “I think living in a cave is pretty badass, and you have good taste in teddy bears.” He nudged her playfully. “Besides, I could use some friends in this town. I’m still brand new.” He admitted with a shrug of his shoulders, stuffing his hands into his pant pockets.

A whole line of teddy bears? That familiar feeling of want, want, want rose up in her chest, and she had to stop herself from going in on him again, from trying to force him into another bind. He said they were friends, and that wasn’t something she should do to her friends. She knew that, even if every instinct insisted that it was her right. Cass loved humans, but she was still fae. There were parts of her that still knew that. “Do you have a link to her store? I’d love to check out her other stuff.” She could bind other people into getting it for her instead of making Elias do it. That was a good compromise, wasn’t it?

Even if she’d been the one to offer, her heart still pounded as he accepted and asked to be shown around. So few people had seen her cave. At this point, it had really only been Jonas, who’d needed help uncovering the corpse of a ghost who was haunting the area, and Metzli, who Cass had shown to a few caverns. In both cases, they saw only what Cass wanted them to see. Elias’s tour would be no different. Fae couldn’t lie, but they could control how much they told people, how much they showed them.

She shrugged as Elias continued, motioning for him to follow her as she moved through the cave. In here, Cass moved confidently, with no second guessing. In her head? Things were so much more tangled. “The cave is cool,” she agreed, electing not to comment on his claim that he wasn’t lying. No one who was lying admitted that they were lying. That was the whole problem. And even if he was telling the truth, he’d probably change his mind. Cass wasn’t the kind of person anyone cared for in the long term. “This is my favorite part.” She ducked through a crevice. It was easy for her to move through, though it would be a tight squeeze for Elias. It opened into a large area she’d claimed as the ‘bedroom.’ There was a sleeping mat on the floor — nothing substantial, really, closer to the kinds you’d find in a preschool classroom than anything designed with comfort in mind. A few rocks that jutted out from the wall enough to form ‘shelves,’ which held comic books and decorations and trinkets. Cass put the Bucky Bear there, underneath Metzli’s drawing that she’d taped carefully to the wall of the cave. “Pretty cool, huh?”

As Cass showed him around, Elias decided that if this was how she wanted to live, then who was he to be concerned for her safety? He squeezed past through the crevice, bent over so he didn’t hit his head on the top of the cave, looking at her various trinkets and comics. The bed made him feel a bit bad, but again, if she were happy, then he would say nothing that would potentially upset her. After all, he didn’t know her that well in the first place. “You’ve certainly made it your own,” he spoke to her, a soft smile on her lips as he looked closer at the comics. “Which one is your favorite?” He asked her, looking over his shoulder to look at her. “Personally, I’m a big fan of Captain America. Specifically, Bucky Cap, if that wasn’t already obvious.” He spoke, gesturing to the bear she now had in her possession.

“What made you choose here?” Elias then wondered aloud, hoping that he wasn’t overstepping a boundary by asking. “Only if you’re comfortable with me asking. You don’t have to answer that if you don’t want to,” he quickly tacked on, waving his hands in front of him. He rubbed his arm, realizing this was the second time that he had found himself in a cave since coming to this town. First, the rotting cheese cave, now this. How many were there? He couldn’t help but wonder. Still slightly bent over, Elias took a step, allowing him to take in the ‘room’ fully. “Did you draw that?” He then asked, pointing to the drawing that was above the Bucky Bear. “It’s good,” he complimented.

Elias was the first person to see this section of the cave who might actually understand it. Metzli didn’t know much about comics (yet — Cass intended to get them into them), but Elias? He was clearly a fan. She watched as he inspected her ‘shelf,’ smile widening when he commented that she’d made it her own. “It wasn’t very easy, but I like it.” The cave felt like a place she might belong, even if she hated the fact that she belonged alone. “I like Spider-Man a lot. And the X-Men. Which Bucky Cap comic do you like the most?”

She considered his question for a moment, brow furrowed. “This cave, or this town?” She wasn’t sure she had a concrete answer for either. “I just felt kind of… Drawn here, I guess. The cave feels right.” Whether it was its proximity to the mineral abnormality that felt vaguely volcanic or the warmth that came from the cracks in the walls, this cave was the closest feeling she’d been able to find to a volcano in Maine. Looking up at the drawing on the wall, she shook her head. “My friend did,” she replied, the word tasting sweet on her tongue. “They own a gallery in town. They’re really good.”

“If you like it, then that’s all that really matters, right?” Elias mused as he admired the work the girl had done. Sure, it was strange. But so were a lot of people in this town, he was coming to learn. “Definitely Man with No Face, comics number forty-three through forty-eight. It’s when he first becomes Captain America, and he’s grappling with the past things he’s done while taking up the new mantle. He fights crime in a very Bucky style.” He pauses for a moment, thinking on it. “Bucky wasn’t Captain America for very long, but I think his style of fighting that he carries from being The Winter Soldier, as well as a soldier in World War II, really makes a very interesting version of Cap. Complete with espionage!” He grinned, looking down at Cass. “I could talk endlessly about Bucky Barnes and how he deserves the world.” He confessed.

He thought about the idea of being drawn to a place. “I was drawn to the town as a whole,” he spoke in agreement. “Maybe not to a specific area here, but there’s enough strangeness that I don’t feel so weird for liking it as much as I do.” He thought to all the teasing he would get growing up for being interested in cryptids and spooky legends. “I feel more surrounded by people who get it, you know?” He shrugged a shoulder, finding that it was hard to put into words why he had been drawn to Wicked’s Rest.

“Exactly!” Elias seemed to understand her stance here in a way few humans ever had. She wondered if he was human at all. This town seemed to have no shortage of people who weren’t. Not just fae, but other kinds, too. Undead, shifters, spellcasters… Wicked’s Rest seemed to be a centerpoint for them all. Whatever Elias might be, Cass decided she liked him. Especially when he had a very specific answer for his favorite comic run. Her eyes lit up as he recalled the storyline. “I like that,” she said with a grin. “I like to see new characters take over an existing mantle, to see what they do with it. Like the Robins, or Spider-Man. It’s always cool to see how different things look.” She nodded as he continued. “I like Bucky, too.”

The way he spoke about being drawn to town had her wondering, again, if he was as human as he seemed. “I don’t think you should feel weird at all. About anything. I think you’re pretty cool.” Being surrounded by people who understood… wasn’t that all Cass had ever wanted, too? Wasn’t that what she’d been striving for all her life? Wicked’s Rest was starting to feel like the first place where she had any real hope of finding it. “There are a lot of really cool people in this town. I really like them.”

Elias couldn’t help but smile as he watched the younger girl get excited about her interests. It was something he always loved to see, that special side to everyone that wants nothing more than to gush about what they love most. There was a spark in people’s eyes that he noticed more often than not, even if that person was more reserved. That wasn’t the case with Cass. He could tell she loved with her whole heart. That much had been made apparent by how she spoke about comics or how she had cared for her things and hung up the picture her friend had made her with loving care. It was in her demeanor.

He felt touched as she told him not to feel weird, that he was cool. A far cry from the other younger folk of Wicked’s Rest, that was hellbent on bullying him. It was a nice change. “I appreciate you saying so.” He spoke in earnest, a soft smile playing across his features. “Well, I don’t want to keep up too much of your time,” Elias spoke, feeling as if he were intruding on her space. He looked to the way he had come in, then back to his new friend. “We should meet again sometime to talk about comic books more in-depth. I feel that you and I could seriously discuss it.” He spoke with a chuckle. The idea of shooting their favorite moments in comic books back and forth sounded like a good time to him.

He didn’t thank her, this time, and Cass felt an odd sense of pride instead of the usual faint disappointment she tended to default to when she missed out on a bind. She flashed him a grin that she hoped properly expressed the feeling, not wanting to verbally draw attention to it for fear of reminding him of the way she’d tricked him before. Hopefully, he’d remember not to thank anyone in this town. There were plenty of fae who were far less kind with their binds than Cass was, after all.

She found herself a little disappointed that it was time for the visit to end, but quickly perked up at the idea of meeting again in the future to discuss comic books in depth. “We should go to the comic store sometime,” she said earnestly. “Maybe we can give each other some, like, obscure comic recs!” She hesitated a moment offering him a hand. “It was really nice doing business with you, Elias. I hope to see you around.”

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