#thought i should finish it soon before i start disliking how it looks at the very least. i think i still like how it turned out

[surreal-duck]

good morning!

#duck scribbles #enstars #ra*bits #hajime shino #nazuna nito #tomoya mashiro #mitsuru tenma #ensemble stars #hey did you guys know ra*bits is my 2nd fav unit actually i dont draw them nearly enough #started this wip when the event was announced in january and never finished it til now wkjwhhkjsdghjkg ignore the messier lines here #thought i should finish it soon before i start disliking how it looks at the very least. i think i still like how it turned out #but man if rendering isnt a pain in the ass!! augh #my supervisor saw me working on this earlier today and asked if i was drawing idols 💀 asdkjgashsahgjsd #anyways. live laugh love ra*bits u and ur healing discography are my entire world

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #58 Part 2

It started on a Friday, Danny finished adjusting his uniform as he peered into the mirror in the bathroom his family shared.  Mr. Wayne had been very generous to offer Danny a scholarship to Gotham Academy. He was determined to do his best but, part of him wondered if he was only offered it so Damian would have a friend that attended the same school as him.

 Putting the finishing touches on his uniform and trying to calm down his unruly hair, Danny walked out of the bathroom to hear chatter coming from the kitchen. This caused him to hesitate, Jazz and he decided not to ask Damian or Tim over yet. The state of the house was a bit messy considering it was left to two teenagers to pick up after the four of them. They just didn’t have the time, the both of them were focusing on their own fields of study and avoiding their parents by spending time at Wayne manor. 

So the fact that there was chatter meant one thing, his parents were up from the basement. He didn’t dislike interacting with them but… somehow every conversation with them ended up with an hour-long lecture about how dangerous ghosts were and how Danny and Jazz were to call them immediately if they ever spotted one, as if they’d actually pick up the phone. Danny was starting to believe that ghosts didn’t exist at all. 

He took a deep breath after grabbing his messenger bag from his room and entered the kitchen.

Just as he thought his parents were up from the lab and astonishingly they sat at the table. They were eating breakfast together with Jazz almost like they were a normal family. The sight unnerved Danny but he took his spot at the table, pouring himself a bowl of cereal as Jazz had done. Neither of them trusted anything that their parents would have cooked, most of it ended up with Danny and Jazz having stained or torn uniforms. 

They hated asking Mr. Wayne for anything, and even though he left a credit card for either Danny or Jazz to use, neither of them did. Jazz managed their finances, Mom was too busy to cook or go to the store most times so Jazz handled it and Danny made sure at least the bathroom and kitchen were cleaned up enough. It probably shouldn’t have worked, especially leaving two teenagers to look after the finances, but it did.

“Danno, my boy!!” The loud boisterous voice of his Dad startled him out of that train of thought, “we’ve got a surprise for the two of you!”

Jazz and Danny shared a look, nothing good ever came from one of their parents ‘surprises’.

“Your Father and I completed our-“ before Mom could finish, Dad interrupted loudly.

“THE PORTAL!!” he smiled like he was a toddler in a candy store for the first time.

Jazz and Danny shared a look again, sure they were happy for their parents, but they were also worried about the possible hazards.

Their Mom cleared her throat before continuing, “I get you kids have school, just hurry straight home when you’re off! We’ll turn it on when you’re both home.” She finished her explanation with a big smile.

Danny could hardly believe it, they had been working on it for years. He was a little scared what exactly it meant if it worked but that didn’t matter at the moment. He continued eating and Jazz spoke up, “t-that’s great Mom, Dad,” she spared a glance at Danny but continued when he didn’t speak up but ate another mouthful of cereal, “Uh, well, our ride should be here soon, I’ll meet you outside little brother.” She quickly put her dishes in the dishwasher and headed outside after grabbing her coat and backpack. 

Danny quickly followed after their parents went downstairs probably to tinker with another project after the portal.

Jazz was waiting on the porch after putting on her coat, they both knew how prompt Mr. Pennyworth was and that it wouldn’t take long for him to arrive. It didn’t take long for them to pile in after he arrived. The trip to the school was short, Jazz and Tim were caught up in a conversion about some essay, Danny tried to pay attention to the conversion but his mind kept wandering to the portal and what it meant for his family now that it’s done. 

Damian seemed to notice his fidgeting, “Danny? What troubles you? Is it Dash again?” Damian cracked his knuckles as he seethed the bully’s name. Danny was often bullied by Dash for being in his words ‘a charity case’ since Mr. Wayne paid his tuition, and he recently started bullying Danny for what his parents did since word somehow got out after neither of his parents showed up for parent teacher conferences.

Danny shook his head, “no, sorry, I’m just a little worried about a few things going on at home,” Jazz looked up at this and the two shared a look. Neither of them discussed what they’d tell the brothers about the portal. Jazz eventually nodded subtly and Danny took that as the go ahead to continue. He nervously licked his lips before speaking again, “well… our parents finally finished the portal.”

Damian and Tim shared a look at this, “have they attempted to turn it on yet?” Damian asked after a moment.

“Uh, no actually, they wanted to wait until we got home from school,” Danny shrugged.

“Would you like Damian and I to stay out in the car and wait for it all to be over so we can go back to being normal back at the mansion.” Tim suggested with a light chuckle, none of them thought that it’d actually work.

Having an easy escape route after whatever craziness the portal was bound to cause sounded comforting. Danny nodded a little, “I’d like that, how about you Jazz?”

“Your not leaving me alone with them!” She cried and the two giggled.

Soon though they pulled up to the school and Danny sighed, he had a day to get through.

#dp x dc prompt #danny fenton #danny phantom #dp x dc #dc x dp #poor danny #Danny dies in a couple parts #Damian and Danny are the same age 14 now #Jazz and Tim are both 16 #I’m bringing in some DP characters #Since I don’t know DC as well #A listers and maybe Sam? #Idk let me know who’d you like to see #It’s going to be kind of a what if Amity Park didn’t exist and everyone lived in Gotham #my asks are open #all my prompts are free to use

[deltaromeo3]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴀɴɴᴏʏɪɴɢ ⋆ Lando Norris

pairing: lando norris x teammate!reader

summary: do they really hate each other like they said they do?

requested by: this ask

ツ A/N: should i write a part 2 to this? anyways, i changed it up a little! hope you still like it! let me know if you want to be tagged if theres a part 2? :)

You thought you would get along well with him, but turns out for some damn reason you didn’t. He disliked you and you had no idea why.

You figured you would stop racking your brain on trying to find a reason why he doesn’t seem to like you and just move on with it. So what did you do?

You treated him the way he treated you of course.

★★★

Your rivalry and hate towards each other quickly caught the attention of everyone on the grid, some saying that this rivalry will soon blossom into a friendship, possibly into something more than that.

Your season was going well so far, but you couldn’t say the same for Lando. He had multiple problems with his car and you could just see the frustration bubble up every single time he couldn’t deliver.

If he weren’t so mean and cold to you, you would’ve cheered him up but oh well.

The post race conference were where it hit hardest for him.

One by one, journalists were flaming him, rubbing it to him about the shit year he’s having and the even shittier race he just finished. And he just kept his cool to the shit that was being thrown at him.

You disliked him, sure, but you weren’t heartless.

“Um,” You chimed in to your mic. “I think that’s enough, no? We all understand that Lando didn’t perform as we would like him to, but this shouldn’t be a reason for everyone here to throw all these stupid questions at him. He’s a talented driver and we all know that. It’s just not his year. So, is anyone going to start asking him some real questions? Like how he managed to finish P10 despite having mechanical problems or should I retire and become a journalist instead?”

The crowd laughs at the ending of your sentence. You leaned back in to your seat, not even looking his way. But you knew that he was thankful you said something to stop it… at least you’d hope so.

★★★

Another Sunday quickly came and went. The race was over and this time, Lando managed to finish P3 alongside a Ferrari 1-2. They all went out to celebrate, even inviting you along. You politely decline, deciding to call it a night.

Luckily, the race was in Monaco, so instead of going back to a hotel, you were making your way back home.

It was well into the morning, and you had somehow fallen asleep on your sofa. You awoke to the TV screen displaying “Are you still watching” so you switched it off and headed to the kitchen before making your way to your room.

You were sipping on your drink when you heard your phone ring. Who the fuck is calling at this hour?

It was Charles. Of course.

“Where are you? Amber Lounge?”

This wasn’t a new occurrence. Usually Charles would crash at yours everytime he goes out partying in Monaco. And since he was in no state to drive, you would pick him up every single time.

“Yes! But mon chou-“ He yells. He doesn’t sound that drunk.

You cut him off, “Wait for me. I’ll come get you,” You ended the call.

“She didn’t even let me finish talking…” He looks down at his phone. “Oh this can only go so wrong…” He looks over to the bloke beside him.

You put on a hoodie and took your keys, quickly driving down to the club. As soon as you pulled up, you saw Charles sitting outside. But he wasn’t alone, oh no, he was with Carlos and together they were helping Lando.

You opened your car door, assuming Charles would get in but it was Lando instead. Shocked, you turned over to Charles.

“What’s this!?”

“You didn’t let me finish talking! I was gonna tell you that you’re taking him, not me!” He chinned towards Lando.

You grunt, “You owe me. Big time.”

“Yes yes, I owe you. Have fun. Love you mon chou,”

You rolled your eyes and drove off. Your car was starting to reek of alcohol so you kept the windows down.

“Mon chou,” Lando repeats, giggling to himself. “Charles c-calls you th-that?”

You rolled your eyes. “Shut up Norris.”

You finally made it to your flat after trying to carry the 68kg driver from the garage to the house. You were mentally swearing to yourself for somehow managing to get into this situation.

As he laid on the sofa, you went to the kitchen to get an Aspirin and a cup of water. Not forgetting a set of fresh clothes for him to change into.

You placed the set of fresh clothes and water by his side, leaving him be.

You only took a few steps when you heard Lando calling out your name.

You turned your back to check on him, realising he had somehow managed to get the hoodie stuck on his head.

You laughed at the stupidity but quickly went to help him.

“Thank you,” He says as he kisses you on the cheek. “You are so nice,”

You went wide eye.

Did he just kiss me on the cheek? Gosh how much did he drink?

“Uh- y-you’re welcome. Now go to sleep kay?” You see him nod. You walked off and he calls you once again. You turned to face him.

“Aren’t you gonna join me?” He says, patting the sofa.

“What? No, no. God no. I’m good, thanks. See you in the morning,”

★★★

The sun was shining through your bedroom, meaning it was time to wake up. You made your way to the kitchen for breakfast after brushing your teeth.

You looked over towards the sofa, and to your surprise, Lando wasn’t sleeping on it. You shrugged it off and went to the kitchen to cook but your eyes were drawn to the plate on the countertop.

“made you breakfast. thank you for yesterday. eat up mon chou!” The note read.

You rolled your eyes. You’ll never hear the end of that nickname and you know it.

Deciding that this was a good enough reason to text Lando, you took out your phone to type. He was finally being nice for once….

Was this the start of the “blossoming romance” like what the other drivers said?

#f1 #f1 x you #f1 imagines #lando norris #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x you #lando norris fic #lando norris imagines #mclaren #f1 driver #lando norris x reader #deltaromeo3 #lando norris x driver!reader #lando norris x teammate!reader

[icycoldninja]

Headcanons for the Sparda lads and V getting massages from their s/o? Assuming they'd want one/would be comfortable with it, I mean.

Absolutely, here you go! 💜

Sparda boys + V x Reader massage headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Is very, very stiff after years of fighting demons, doing crazy aerial acrobatics, getting stabbed in the chest, and falling asleep almost every night in his wooden office chair.

-Was a little shocked when you offered to give him a massage because no one had ever suggested something like that. Ever.

-His muscles were kinda sore though, so he agreed and hopped onto his bed, stomach down.

-The moment you started kneading his back, he heard so many cracks. It was like years of stress, trauma, both physical and mental, tension and pain was being popped and squeezed right out of him. It was such a good, relieving sensation.

-He soon melted into it, enjoying every second of your masterful mashing of his muscles with delighted little "Oh"s and "Ah"s.

-When you were finished, he found himself to be twice as flexible as before; the discomfort of a million battles finally gone. He'll definitely be coming back for a round two in the near future.

■ Vergil ■

-Does not like being touched by most people for whatever reason. He is constantly paranoid and afraid that he will be attacked if he lets someone touch him.

-However, you're a different story. He knows you wouldn't do anything to hurt him and that he could trust you, so he agrees to your offer of a massage, with some half-hearted grumbling.

-He wasn't sure what to expect from this "massage", but it certainly wasn't what he got. The moment you set to work on his taut, tense, rock-hard muscles, he felt himself instantly relax. He even let out a soft little moan.

-Vergil enjoyed the massage a lot more than he ever expected to. The sensation of having someone press down on your tense areas without murderous intentions was pure bliss.

-When you announced that you were finished with the massage, he whined. Yes, he genuinely, actually, unmistakbly whined. You thought he would request a continuation, but no. He simply stood up, stretched, and slipped his jacket back on.

-Massages are now a nightly tradition between the two of you. He even goes out and gets different lotions and oils for you to experiment with.

□ Nero □

-Nero has never had a massage in his life, nor has he ever wanted one. He didn't dislike the notion of you giving him a massage, nor did he like it. He simply accepted it to make you happy.

-Turns out massages are way better than he could have ever imagined! He just can't get over how it seems to make all his stiffness melt away.

-Now he wants you to massage his legs, arms, shoulders, and neck too--oh, and also the rest of his body.

-At one point he fell asleep while you were massaging him, proving one of two things: Either A, he's very, very, tired, or B, he's just that relaxed.

-Getting massages from you is now the number one thing Nero looks forward to when he comes home from missions.

-Sometimes he has Nico put together a new, vibrating attachment for his arm--which he will then give to you so you can have a helping hand.

● V ●

-V has never heard of a massage and therefore has no idea what it is.

-After Googling it, he deduces that such an activity would benefit him, and that he would be wise to take up your offer.

-And so he does; while the sensations are an entirely new experience for him, he finds them very enjoyable. In fact, they're so helpful in mitigating his stress, he should write a poem about them.

-V loves to have you massage his legs because they're so weary from traveling and supporting his lanky frame all day long.

-Also, he can read while you massage his legs, which makes it all the more comforting.

-Massages are now one of his top stress-relievers, other than cuddling with Shadow, that is.

#Dmc #Dmc5 #Dmc5 dante #Dmc5 Nero #Dmc5 vergil #Dmc5 v #V x reader #Nero x reader #Vergil x reader #Dante x reader #vergil devil may cry #devil may cry #Devil may cry dante #Devil may cry Nero #Devil may cry v #Requested #thanks for requesting #icycoldninja writes #Dmc x reader #Headcannons #Kinda fluff #Sorry it's kinda short

[gh0stsp1d3r]

OK LUKE X CHILD OF ERIS

The goddess of chaos,and reader fucking has wings!

𝒞𝒽𝒶ℴ𝓈

I LOVE THAT???? THIS IS SO GREAT, also im so sorry this took me a while to finish ): ugh

Warnings- profanity, beating someone up (what’d you expect tho), mention of blood

As your mother didn’t have a cabin, you spent years in the Hermes cabin. You were her only child, no sense in making a new cabin, plus, Dionysus and the others didn’t like Eris at all, she was one of the most hated among the Gods.

And since you’ve been there for so long, you became close with the Hermes children as a child. You became especially close with one boy named Luke.

Growing up, the two of you would pull pranks and mess around with the heads of camp. Dionysus, the old counselors, Chiron, and at one point the Gods themselves.

The Gods disliked you and your mother never talked to you, you were bound to cause trouble.

You had proved to be quite a problem around camp, and somehow managed to still become a counselor.

Now you were skipping stones on the lake, after cancelling the lessons you had with some campers.

“Thought you had lessons.” A voice said, coming up behind you. You didn’t have to turn around to know it was Luke.

“I cancelled.” You replied, only turning when he came next to you.

“Why?” He asked, picking up a stone from the ground and skipping them with you.

“Didn’t feel like it today.” You said with a small shrug, your wings were tucked but slightly fluttered as you moved.

“Mmm.” He mumbled, and you both skipped the stone at the same time.

“Looks like I win.” You said with a smirk on your face. He groaned.

“You always win.”

“So, why are you here?” You asked the boy, turning to him now.

He shrugged. “Bored.” Lie. He wanted to see you.

You nodded. “Well, i would say we should fuck something up but I’m guessing you’re busy.” You spoke, looking around the scene.

“Never too busy for you.”

You rolled his eyes at his flirtatiousness, you two often “jokingly” flirted and teased, you shoved his shoulder and he just laughed.

“You’re weird.” You spoke, walking away. He followed and was soon walking next to you.

“I’m weird?” He scoffed. You gave him a glare.

“Sorry, I was joking.” He held his hands up in defense. You walked back to camp, new campers were being brought in.

“Hey, uh, I’m really sorry, but do you think you guys could show the new campers around? I have a uh… emergency.” One of the Aphrodite counselors spoke, coming up to you both.

You furrowed your eyebrows.

“What’s wrong?” You asked her, not believing her for a second.

“One of my sisters is in the infirmary.”

Before you could speak, Luke spoke. “Okay. Yeah. Sure, no problem.” You nudged him in the arm.

She thanked you and ran over to another cabin.

“Dude!”

“What?”

“She’s lying.” You motioned to her now running over to her boyfriend, kissing him with a smile on her face.

“Oh.”

“Jesus Christ, you need to learn not to be so nice to everyone. She’s an asshole.”

“One of us has to. Why’s she an asshole?” He shrugged, looking at the campers.

“Because. I can just tell.” He furrowed his eyebrows and just began to talk to the kids.

“Okay, hello, everyone! Welcome, to camp half blood. I am Luke Castellan, and this is Y/n L/n. We are going to be giving you your tour instead, on account of…”

“On account of him being a naive idiot.” You spoke to them, a small smile on your face as you motioned to luke.

He rolled his eyes. “Ignore her. Any questions before we start?”

“Uh, how will we know who our parents are?” One asked.

“Well, if your Godly parent is nice enough to, you will be claimed after you show some sort of glory.”And if you’re lucky enough, you’ll get your own cabin. Clearly I did not get lucky enough.” You told them, mumbling the last part.

The campers looked confused.

“Okay… any more questions?” luke asked.

“Why do you have wings?” One asked, their voice curious.

“Yeah, I’m not answering that. Any non-personal questions, you jackasses?” You asked, loudly.

Luke’s hand flew to your mouth. “Let’s get on with the tour, shall we?” He said, a nervous smile on his face.

The kids didn’t seem to have any now. They walked as Luke spoke, showing them around. Luke didn’t notice however, that you had snuck off to somewhere until he turned around to ask you something.

He sighed, calling your name out. Of course, you came back with a bloodied nose and knuckle. He groaned, all the new campers whispering and talking about it.

He came up to you, grabbing your wrist.

“I leave you alone for 10 seconds! What the fuck happened?!”

You shrugged, feigning innocence as the same counselor who lied was dragged out from behind, you whipped your head the other way.

Wiping the blood from your nose, you had a proud smile on your face as you turned back to the kids.

“So, how was the tour?”

#luke castellan x you #luke castellan fluff #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #charlie bushnell x reader #charlie bushnell #pjo

[twst-kumi]

Weeping Maiden

[ACT I]: CHAPTER 1

Warning : slight mention of abuse from the parents.

Also Shirase Shirakawa is unofficially [name]'s voice claim. Her voice is just so cute.

[Name] smiled sheepishly before shrugging off their stare. She wasn't particularly fond of music. She learned it because her parents made her do it. She couldn't help but remember all the long days of training she had undergone. 

The way both she and her brother were treated was genuinely different. Her older brother was relatively neglected because they didn't expect anything from him. She was treated like a golden child, and her parents had high expectations. She was jealous of her brother; no one forced him to do anything, and her brother disliked her because of the attention she received. Ultimately, the saddest part was how their parent’s love was only given if they could gain something from it. 

The young girl was (in her mother's words) a beautiful baby. So, she became a baby model. Slowly, things and expectations started to pile up for her, and she learned to be the perfect child everyone wanted. Maybe that's why she kind of empathized with Riddle’s backstory. 

“_Princess?”

[Name] blinked before looking at Aurelius, who seemed worried. He held her hand firmly and looked carefully at her face. 

“_You don't have to sing for us if you don't want to. 

_It’s okay. I was just wondering which song I should sing.”

She couldn't believe she was caught in her thoughts around others. Aurelius could see it was a lie but preferred to keep silent. Obviously, it was something personal. The young girl laughed softly before taking a deep breath. She slowly started to sing for the two boys. Her voice, soft and clear, resonated in the area, gathering the curious eyes of the other students. 

"_Wow, it's so similar…"

Looking at her, a brown-haired boy looked at her among the students. He looked mesmerized by her voice. Like a princess from a fairytale. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. 

"_Did you see that, Henry? She is great."

Henry turned toward his friends, who smiled while enjoying the deliciously sweet voice. Henry couldn’t help but think how much the princess nickname suited her. Henry smiled before leaving with his friends. This year will be interesting. 

Just when she finished, she was almost tackled by Neige, who ran to her. The young idol laughed as his arm circled her waist. He prevented her from falling while giving her a cheeky smile. 

“_I knew you were good at singing. You should have become an idol or a singer. You would be so popular. 

_Hum, thank you. But it's useless if I'm to return to my world. 

_But you may not return to your world soon. So why not?”

[Name] flinched as Neige realized what he just said. The boy apologized profusely for his insensitive words. The girl didn't want to think about that option, even more so when no solution was found in the game. 

Neige knew he had said something awful. He didn't mean it, but the idea of her leaving left a bitter taste in his mouth. 

“_I will think about it. 

_ I'm sorry, princess. I didn't mean to hurt you like this.” 

Neige wasn't wrong; returning to her world could take a long time. She didn't know when she would return. It could be tomorrow or in 5 years. She could also never return.  Strangely enough, she found herself content with that. She wouldn't miss her parents, and the only family she loved was missing for a long time. Maybe he was indeed gone. Should she let go of Yuu and start living for herself? [Name] remembered the last time they saw each other. They fought, and Yuu screamed at her about how much he hated her, and… She was not sure he would want to see her even if he was alive. He would be happier if she weren't in his life anymore. 

Neige felt guilty for what he said. He shouldn’t have said that. 

“_Then how about I invite you to a film set? 

_Thank you, you don’t have to go that far. 

_ No, I insist. I said something awful.”                   

[Name] nodded before saying goodbye to the two boys heading to their respective clubs. She followed Neige to his club. 

“_Welcome to the music club! The club has six members with you. Let me introduce you to your clubmate. This is Rielle. He is the dorm leader of Oceanid.

_Nice to meet you. I’m the Prince Rielle. But please just call me Rielle.”

The red-haired boy talked while bowing; he had a flirty grin on his lips. The young girl could see the others cringe at his greeting. As friendly as he looked, he acted obnoxious. And from how the other acted, it wasn’t the first time. With a deep sigh, a tall man pushed Rielle to the side. He had deep purple hair and icy blue eyes. 

“_I’m Mercury, from White Court dormitory; nice to meet you. 

_[Name], Yamada [Name]. 

_Enchanté! Joli mademoiselle! I’m Candle Jr Rocktail. It's an honor to meet the rumored school princess.” 

The next boy was a ginger. Although his hair was carefully combed, she could them spike up a bit. 

“_Ali isn’t here today; he had a home emergency.

_ It’s okay, anyway, it’s nice to meet everyone.”

After becoming more acquainted with everyone, they decided to play something to see where they could put her in the band. Neige already played piano, so they opted for the violin… Until they heard her voice. It was decided that [Name] place was to be the lead singer. After doing one more song, they chatted a bit. 

“_Oh, right, about the movie I’m acting in this weekend. My co-star is Vil Schoenheit, isn’t that great? 

_Vil?” 

Her ears perked at the familiar name. 

“_Yes, he is another famous actor. Do you want to hear more about him?”

Ignoring the silent plea of her clubmates, [Name] nodded with a smile. 

[Name] regretted that choice. She doubted her own judgment as she thought that her ears were maybe starting to bleed. She never expected this from Neige. Was it possible to know that much? There was even information unknown from the player, if not the developers themselves. Neige knew everything from the most mundane details to when he lost his first tooth. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to hear more or if that level of knowledge about a person was healthy. But for sure, she wanted him to stop now. 

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[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Surprise Visit Pt 2 (Thor X Son!Reader)

Characters: Thor Odinson X Son!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: None

Pt 1

Request: Hi, I'm just finish Poco's udon world, and right of the batch I thought what if Poco is Thor's son, Poco has some of his feature too and I remember your fic Surprise Visit. Can you please do a Part 2 of it?🥺 reader is like Thor but he quite shy and always bring with books that his mother read before bed they bonding by activities together Thor bring him to Asgard to meet his grandparents Loki read them books, tell them stories, show and teach them magic (Harry Potter) with Freyaa and all fluff❤

The first few days after finally meeting your dad had been awkward to say the least. You were spending almost every waking moment either with him, or your uncle. You had expected that Loki would be a lot more awkward with you- or straight up wouldn’t like you from the get go, but it ended up being kind of the opposite. Thor had been a bit too eager from the get go to play the fatherly role, and you found it unnerving, and when Thor realised that (with help from Clint and Steve pointing it out for him) he backed up and started to just try and get to know you, your interests, your dislikes, and take things a little slower. Loki, on the other hand, was nowhere near as pushy, gave you space, and didn’t force conversation on to you. Eventually though, you ended up finding something to bond with Loki over; Books. 

You had been interested in the books he read, even if you couldn’t read the language, and worked up the courage to ask him about it, and after an explanation, he asked what kind of books you liked, and it was a start of an actual long and meaningful conversation. Loki took that, and hinted that Thor should look into those books. The next day, Thor showed up to your room with a pile of books in his arms and a grin on his face. 

Things since then had got a lot better between you and your dad. Instead of forcing it, or acting the part for the sake of it, Thor had naturally fallen into the father role that made it a comfortable change for you. Thor had little interest in books, but you had the ritual with him now of him buying a book for you, you read it, and after every chapter, you give him a rundown of what happened in detail, and you’d discuss it. You’d opened up a bit with him over the weeks, about what your life was like growing up with mum, holidays, key memories for you, and the rituals you two had- including reading books before bed together, which was where your love for books came from. Thor soon got you some of the books you mentioned, so you could do it with him. You got into a nice rhythm of living with and being around your dad and uncle, to the point where you were expecting it when an advancement was suggested. 

“How do you feel about going to Asgard with Loki and I, tomorrow?” Thor asked, as you were tidying up after another late night discussion about a book you had been reading- this one actually a recommendation from your Uncle Loki. You stopped what you were doing, and looked over at Thor, who waited patiently. 

“Uh… sure. Okay.” You agreed hesitantly, and immediately his face lit up. You had long guessed this conversation would happen, so you had time to prepare for it, though you knew that was actually impossible. What could prepare you for going to the land of gods- where you know you didn’t belong, even if Thor was your father? “Do… Do they know about me?” You asked cautiously. 

“Of course!” He immediately answered. “As soon as I returned to Agard after we met, I told mother and father about you, and my friends! I wanted to tell the entire kingdom, but mother- your grandmother, insisted we wait till you met them all first before telling the rest of Asgard. Freya, your grandmother, is the most eager to meet you.” He gushed to you. You’d heard a lot about your grandparents through both Thor and Loki. Admittedly, Thor was the only one who talked about Odin, and while Loki didn’t talk much about them, when he did, it was always about Freya, about how she was also a bit of a bookworm, and how she taught him magic.

You got up early the next morning, mostly due to struggling to sleep from the anticipation, and you didn’t have to wait for either your dad or uncle to be ready either, though you couldn’t tell if it was due to excitement or nerves, or maybe they were both feeling those things- your dad the excitement, and Loki the nerves. It didn’t help that your dad was a raving optimist, and your uncle was a pessimist, so you couldn’t tell who was feeling the right way, so you just adopted a bit of each of their emotions. Cautiously excited.

You honestly wasn’t sure what to expect when you actually got there, or even the process of getting there in the first place, but as soon as you left the Bifrost, you were in awe. Sure, they had told you all about Asguard- the rainbow path that led to it, the great kingdom, the beauty of it all, but none of that was in comparison to what you were actually seeing. You remained in stunned silence the entire walk up the bridge, actually entering into Asguard, past the several hundred people who came to welcome them back and ask about you, up until your father actually called for you, after seeing you distracted by something else further away. You turned, seeing several people stood with your father and uncle, looking at you smiling. “Y/N, these are my friends, Fandrall, Hogun, Volstagg, and Sif.” Your father introduced you.

“So this is the little prince?” Sif questioned with a smile. 

“Little? Thor, you said he was a boy! Give it a few years and he’ll be ready to be king!” Volstagg laughed, though the mention of such a role made you look at Loki quickly, and then your dad. 

“He is a boy! The very idea of being king is still a long way away- you make it sound like he’ll outlive me.” Thor defended. 

“Speaking of Kings.” Loki spoke up, placing  hand on Thor’s shoulder. 

“Right! Haven’t had the chance to introduce him to the rest of his family. We’ll pick this up later, promise.” Thor told them motioning you over, and guiding you deeper into the kingdom, down several expansive corridors, before you turned a corner, and spotted a group of women talking in the hallway ahead, and your father and uncle stopped. “Loki, stay here with Y/N.” Thor requested, before going towards the group, and you looked up at Loki confused, who patted you on the shoulder. You watched as your father approached the group, made some small talk, before all the women except one left down another hallway, and Thor stepped to the side, motioning the woman towards you and Loki, and you realised who she must be. Freya. Your grandmother. 

As soon as she saw you properly, she smiled warmly, hands clasped and pressed against her chest with excitement, and any fear you had- fear of not being liked, or not meeting their standards, of being a disappointment, being looked down on for being half human- it all faded. You could feel the love and acceptance radiating off the woman as she reached out her hands, and took your own. “Y/N, words cannot describe the absolute joy I feel to finally be in your presence finally after all of Thor’s descriptions.” Freya told you, gently squeezing your hands, and you couldn’t help but smile too. 

“I’ve heard so many wonderful things about you too from dad and uncle Loki.” You told her, and her smile grew, before she pulled you closer and wrapped an arm around you. 

“Thor- Loki, go tell your father that you’re here with Y/N- I’ll give Y/N a tour of the palace- we’ll be in the library when you’re done. We have a lot to talk about.” Freya decided, already walking away with you, and you didn’t fight it, leaving with her. 

Thor and Loki did as ordered, finding their father, letting them know they’d also brought you, and after a bit of back and forth questioning where exactly you were, and Loki explaining their mother had already stolen you away herself, and Odin simply sighed, and got up to follow his sons to head to the Library. 

By the time they met back up with you and Freya, you and her were already getting along like a house on fire- she’d asked about your mother, her health, your childhood, her own expieriences that related when raising Thor and Loki, and when she heard about your little tradition with Thor with books, she picked out a book for you to take home to read, and to keep. You felt comfortable enough with her to ask about Loki and Odin’s relationship, the comment Thor’s friends made about being King one day and how you weren’t big on the idea, and also how according to how your dad and Loki talked about Odin, you were much more worried about meeting him than her. Freya had answers your questions, reassured you of your worries, and promised Odin would be on his best behaviour, and she helped your first meeting with Odin a lot from the get go. 

As soon as Freya saw her husband, she stood first, smiling. “Odin, thank you for joining us. I was just about to ask Y/N if they’d like a private family dinner. What do you think?” Freya asked him, wrapping an arm around you again, and you smiled nervously at your grandfather, who was a lot more intimidating than you had anticipated. Odin didn’t talk at first, stepping a little closer, and you panicked internally, not knowing what to do, if you were supposed to do something- but Freya had kept her arm around you, gently rubbing your arm in reassurance. 

“That can certainly be arranged. It’ll let us get to know our grandson. Thor, will you come with me to make the arrangements?” He asked, of his oldest, who nodded. “See you at dinner, Y/N.” He told you, before making his leave, Thor smiling at you, before following after him. 

“In the meantime.” Freya spoke up once the two were quite a distance away. “Y/N, want to learn some magic?” She asked. 

“Mother, I don’t know about that…” Loki fussed. 

“Just beginning spells, nothing serious… we’ll save that for later. Maybe you could mentor Y/N as well when back on Midgard.” She suggested, and you realised that maybe, just maybe… Loki got some of his mischief from his mother. 

“Am I able to do magic? Since I’m half human?” You questioned. 

“I believe so, it’s worth a try. You coming Loki?” Freya questioned her son, who simply sighed, and followed after, deciding to be apart of his mother’s antics, knowing that Thor might lose his mind when he finds out about this. 

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[saythenametotheworld]

Invisible String [2]

Genre: friends to lovers; slow burn; fluff

Pairings: Na Jaemin x Female Reader

Warnings: slow slow burn, denial, mild sexual content (18+), fluff

Notes: 13.4k words, song prompt was Lifetime by Ben&Ben, this is not proofread, forgive the errors I'll edit them next time ily

Synopsis: Na Jaemin had always been a friend, nothing more. But now that you've pieced together the possibilities of him having feelings for you, you begin to question whether you're ready to cross the line between friendly and romantic relationships. Is it worth it giving in a little more to his warmth?

[Part 1]

Wednesdays remind you of Jaemin, mainly because your female co-workers would excitedly talk about lunch at Nana's Cafe. You were determined to keep your distance until you figure out your own feelings so you found excuses not to join Jaehee and Yunseo.

"That's your best idea? Avoiding him?" Heejin jeered, tossing a peanut in her mouth.

"No. I'm not avoiding him, I'm just not seeing him. It's actually very natural. We rarely met in the first place."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why are you—" she raised her fingers to gesture a quotation. "'not seeing him'?"

You shrugged. "Because I'm trying to figure it out by myself first. I want to understand where I stand in this whole... thing."

"And then what?"

"And then I'll see where this goes."

Heejin scowled at you and grabbed the bag of peanuts you were holding. "And that's smart because?"

You let out a deep sigh and gave her a deadpan expression. "I wouldn't expect you to understand, but I'm not trying to be smart or anything. I'm just trying to be at peace while I figure out my own feelings. Seeing Jaemin won't help me with that, at all."

Heejin just scrunched her nose and nodded dismissively. "If you say so. But I stand by what I told you before. Just talk to him."

"Or," Seola began, just as she had finished talking to someone on the phone. "You do what feels right. It sounds cliché but it works. When you get to that point, you'll know."

Weekend came with a chance to relax. Your mother arrived early in the morning to tell you you're going on a camping trip. You had no idea how she even thought about camping but you assumed she missed your father. As a child you always went on fishing trips and when you stopped coming, your parents continued doing it. But today, your mother is packing your stuff for a camping trip in the mountains, which was different from the fishing she's used to.

"What makes you think we'll survive the mountains, mom?" you asked as you pulled out a pair of pajamas she stuffed in your bag. "I don't need three pajamas."

"Just keep it in there in case you need it," she insited, taking the pajamas from you and stuffing them back in the bag. "And there is no need for survival. It's a campsite with security and rangers patrolling. Don't be dramatic."

"How about food?"

"We can buy them beforehand, but I'm m sure there will be plenty of food."

"How about fishing?"

"I don't know how to fish, honey. That's why we're going to the mountains."

She made you carry everything into your car and kept nagging about leaving as soon as possible. She also made you bring your car because hers was just recently washed so you drove with feigned indignation from her snide remarks about your dirty car. It's not even dirty, she just disliked the covers of your car seats.

She fell asleep along the way and you figured it was because of the music she chose to play. They were old but you grew up listening to them so you enjoyed the ride too. An hour and a half later, you arrived at the first rest stop and she woke up looking suspiciously excited.

"Should we just go on? I don't think we need anything here," you suggested after asking her if she needs to pee and her saying no.

"No, wait. Let me just call someone."

"Who is it?"

She tutted and started hollering at you. "Are you in a rush? Just stay still and listen to me."

You scoffed. "Mom, you're the one who said we need to get there before lunchtime!"

"Why are you shouting?"

"Because you're shouting!"

"Shush, I'm talking to someone," she chided as the receiver of her call picked up. In a sweet voice, she greeted, "Hello? We're here at the stop. Are you still here? Oh, I see, you're taking a break. We're at the parking lot. She's with me in a hideous red car."

You scoffed after hearing her call your car hideous. Whoever she's talking to must be someone she likes, a friend or something. You looked around while trying to make sense of their conversation. As you did, a white SUV parked right next to yours and rolled its windows down.

"That's them!" Your mother excitedly tapped your shoulder. You saw Jaemin's smiling face looking right back at you.

You gasped and glared at your mother. "You invited Jaemin?"

"It's not just Jaemin. He's with his mother and father."

"Why would you invite them?"

"They invited me! Stop making a fuss and just greet them!"

You rolled your windows down and returned Jaemin's bright grin with an awkward one. He raised a hand to wave at you. The window in the backseat opened to reveal his mother.

"Y/n! Good to see you! Have you been well?"

"Yes, auntie! Good to see you too!"

She beamed wider. "I'm glad you could come. Ah, Jaemin brought coffee. Would you like some?"

You made a gesture to refuse but your mother loudly accepted. "We'd love some! Thank you!"

There was a few more minutes of awkward conversations in the car before both families agreed to proceed on the road. You let Jaemin's family lead the way while your mother happily sang along to the tunes of her old songs. You kept huffing until she finally acknowledged your distress.

"Can't you look a little happier?"

"No."

"Hey!" she scolded. "What's wrong? Did you fight with Jaeminie?"

"Jaeminie?" you exclaimed in disbelief. "Since when were you so close to call him Jaeminie?"

"Why? He's the same age as my daughter and I'm close with his mom. What's wrong with calling him Jaeminie? And what did he do to you?"

"Why would you assume he did anything to me?"

"Who else would you have problems with if not your friend?"

You just sighed and shook your head. It's impossible to argue with your mom, especially when she's too excited for something. Although it had always been impossible to argue with her because she always finds a way to win.

"Why? Just tell me what's wrong. We can cancel this whole thing if you're uncomfortable."

"I'm not mom. I was just..." you huffed, rethinking if you should tell your mom but since you already started, you decided to just let it out. "I was just hoping not to see Jaemin for a while."

"What happened?"

"I can't really sum it up. It's complicated."

"Then coming here was a good idea! You can talk and fix your misunderstanding."

"It's not a misunderstanding," you insisted but refused to explain it even as your mom tried to pry for more information from you.

Two hours later, and some pretty challenging uphill driving, you areived at the campsite. Your mother excitedly ran off to Jaemin's parents while you had to unload your stuff. The way your mother seemed to transform into some teenager around Jaemin's mom just made you shake your head. Both of them actually.

"Let me help you with that," you heard Jaemin say while you were unloading your trunk. You didn't notice him approach so now you're nervous but you tried to act like normal.

"Thanks," you muttered. There's not point in trying to pretend you don't need his help because you do. Your mom's bag was heavy and you don't want to go back several times. With Jaemin's help, the unloading was a one-way trip.

"You should have told me you were coming too. We could've driven here together," he initiated as you walked towards the clearing where you'll be setting up your tents.

You chuckled. "Yeah, but I actually got dragged here, so I had no idea you'd be here at all."

"You know what, me too. I thought it would be just us." He placed the bag on a tree trunk. "Don't you think our moms are getting too close? They're even deciding on things by themselves now."

You smiled at his sentiment. "I think so too. I wonder what else they're capable of."

Jaemin's father cuts in. "How about setting you up together?"

Both you and Jaemin looked at him with confused expressions. The elder man just laughed heartily and walked away. You both glanced back at each other and laughed.

"Old people are weird."

"Yeah but that's not a really bad idea," he replied so you raised an eyebrow at him. Jaemin just laughed and followed his father so you were left to your own thoughts.

"Ugh, their entire family is weird."

You didn't want to think they were actually serious about setting you up. Jaemin's dad must have been joking so was Jaemin. You hope he was but part of you liked the idea that his parents like you. A good relationship with a lover's family is a plus in your book.

"Pizza?" Jaemin offered, walking over to you with a box in one hand and a foldable chair on the other.

"Thanks," you smiled, taking the box so he could set up his chair next to yours.

"Having fun so far?" he asked after sitting down.

"All I did so far was drive, set up our tent, and sit, so no, not really."

Jaemin chuckled. "Well, the oldies are planning a barbecue party, so that might cheer you up."

"They are?" you asked, gleefully clasping your hands together.

"Yes. That's why were having mediocre pizza for lunch."

You smiled dreamily, already imagining the taste of barbecue made by Jaemin's parents. Their restaurant was famous for their barbecue and that has been your favorite vlever since you first tried it.

"How are you? I heard from Jaehee that you've been swamped with work lately."

"A little," you replied, remembering to thank Jaehee for covering for you. "Just work stuff that I can't escape from. I got the takeouts though, thanks."

"Glad you liked them," he said proudly.

You just smiled and ate your pizza quietly. It seemed like he caught on to your silence because he stopped talking and just ate too. You hated the atmosphere the situation was creating. Awkwardness is your pet peeve but you would rather swallow it than be the one breaking the ice between you and Jaemin. Right now, that's your best coping mechanism.

"I hope you don't mind," he prompted, making you glance at him. That was when you heard soft music playing and noticed the small speaker he placed on the arm of his chair.

You shrugged and quietly continued eating. The song wasn't familiar to you but it had a beautiful tune to it, something you'd find yourself listening to. More of the same songs would play and you're starting to get curious of each one but you couldn't bring yourself to ask him about them. You were determined not to initiate a conversation. But the fourth song was the last straw. You have to know what it was and have it in your playlist!

"Say, Jaemin," you blurted, glancing at him only to find him resting his head on the chair with his eyes closed. You pursed your lips, leaning forward to see if he's asleep, touching his arm ever so carefully. "Jaemin?"

When he didn't move, you realized he really was napping. You sighed and leaned back, enjoying the music and reminding yourself to ask him later. But the peaceful image of him won't leave your mind, so you took a peek of him again. Just one. It won't hurt. One peek was followed by another, and then another, and more until you eventually decided to shamelessly stare.

You knew Jaemin was handsome, he had always been. Back in high school, girls would swoon over him. You can't even count the number of times someone gave him gifts and confession letters, one senior even went as far as to write a confession song. At the time, you appreciated his good looks but being a friend that sees him on the regular, you didn't really lose your mind over his smile or his presence. Now, with all these conflicting feelings, you feel like you're seeing him in a different light. Not only are you seeing his actions differently, you're also starting to swoon over how handsome he is.

You sighed and sat back, shaking your head at yourself.

"Done admiring my beauty?" You heard him say so you sat up straight in surprise, pulse racing in embarrassment. He just chuckled and when you glanced at him, you realized he had caught your reaction.

"Very funny," you goaded, standing up and escaping into a hole—your tent.

When you zipped it up, you saw how he knocked on the fabric of the tent. "Hey, I was just teasing."

You didn't respond and just laid there, taking your phone out to surf the internet and pass the time. You didn't realize you had fallen asleep until your mother slapped your leg to wake you up.

"Mom!" you groaned, lifting your leg to stroke the part where she hit you. "Do you even love me at all?"

"I do that's why I'm telling you to get up. It's getting dark and we need to start preparing food. What kind of camping is spent sleeping inside a tent? You should be out there appreciating nature!" she nagged so you got up, begrudgingly leaving the tent.

You saw that she was right. The sun has started to edge down the horizon and under a tree a few feet from the tents, Jaemin and his family are preparing for dinner. You spared a few minuted to look decent before heading down there to help.

"Y/n, darling. Come taste this sauce," Jaemin's mom was beckoning you over with her hand so you headed straight to her. She took a different spoon and scooped up a bit of the barbecue dip for you to try.

"It's phenomenal, auntie," you chimed truthfully, showing a thumb up. "You always made good food."

She giggled and hit your arm affectionately. "Look at you flattering this old woman."

You just grinned and looked around. "Can I help you with anything?"

Your mom joined in at that moment, pushing you aside. "No, we'll take care of everything here. Go make fire."

"You can't even cook mom," you teased but Jaemin's mom was shooing you away too.

"Don't worry about us and go make fire. We'll take care of everything here," she insisted so you gave up and turned to the direction of the grill.

"How do I even make fire?" you mumbled to yourself, picking up a stick and poking the charcoal on the grill. "Ah, I need a lighter."

You turned to ask for a lighter but you bumped into Jaemin's chest, losing your balance on the rocks. He caught your shoulders just before you fell over, laughingly telling you to watch yourself.

"I got the lighter," he chuckled, showing you the object in his hand. You tried to take it from him but his hand flew upwards so you faileed to reach it. "I'll do it."

"Your mom told me to make fire," you insisted.

"Well, they told me to do it first," he grinned, gently flicking your forehead before walking past you.

You trailed behind him, awkwardly standing by while he attempted to light up the grill. It didn't even take him long and he never even needed your help so you were about to leave but he held your wrist to stop you. Your heart began to race as you looked down at your joined hands.

"Where are you going? We need to set up the table," he laughed, pulling your arm to the direction of the tents. He let go only when you reached the back of the tents where the cars were parked and you subconsciously touched your wrist where he held it. Opening the trunk of their car, he took out a small foldable table and handed it to you. "It's not heavy."

"Okay," you blurted, taking it in your hands. He pulled out another one before you made your way back to the grilling area. You watched him assemble the tables and helped when he asked for you. After a few minutes, the table had been set up and your parents are calling you over to bring the food.

"Race me to the grill?" Jaemin challenged while you were carefully carrying the tray of meat. He had a pot of what you assumed was stew in his gloved hands.

"No," you shook your head briskly but he was already starting to walk fast. "No, no, hey!"

You ended up racing with him anyway, laughing when he tripped on a small rock and almost spilled the stew. You won the mini race because he had to walk slowly after the trip.

"That wasn't a valid. The race was dangerous," he declared as he placed the pot at the center of the table.

"You lost to me, Na Jaemin. You shouldn't have challenged me if you're going to cheat," you fought back, sticking your tongue out at him.

"The pot was hot."

"And the tray was flat. The meat could fall any minute."

"Don't fight, children," your mother chided as she pushed between you with other dishes in her hands.

"Yeah, you should get along. Your parents are good friends," Jaemin's mom added. His father followed along, laughing heartily while giving the two of you suspiciously happy looks.

"Yes, good friends," your mom repeated before the two of them started giggling giddily.

You scoffed and sat on one of the chairs around the table. "Jaemin and I are good friends too," you said but your mother tutted at you.

"Good friends? Stop being good friends then!" she chided and you felt confused as to why she's suddenly snapping at you.

"You just told us to stop fighting!" you defended, glancing at Jaemin who has now begun grilling the meat with his father.

"Yes, don't fight. But don't just be good friends too," Jaemin's mom insinuated but whatever this code between them was, it totally went over your head.

The meal was nice and hearty, filled with laughter and random conversations that you enjoyed. It was different from when you gathered with your friends. The vibe is more familiar, in a way that it's warmer and cozier and more gratifying. It made your heart swell, especially since the last time you had a family barbecue was when you father was still alive. You're thankful for your mom who brought you along, and even more so to Jaemin's family who made you feel at home with their warmth. Having good food was a bonus too!

"How's work these days, y/n?"

You smiled at Jaemin's mom. "It's fine, auntie. A little tiring but but having a job is tiresome in itself."

"I assume so. I won't try to understand because I never had experience working for anyone," she beamed. "Do you ever get a break?"

"Sometimes," you nodded.

"Jaeminie, you should hang out with her from time to time. Show her a good time. She must be sick of just working every day," your mom told Jaemin who was sitting right next to you. The parents occupied every seat except the one beside yours, so you both ended up sitting next to each other.

"I'll try my best, auntie," he replied politely.

"Don't bother him, mom. He's busy too and he's been a good neighbour to me so that should be enough."

Jaemin's mom shook her hand at you. "That's not enough. You two should get out often. Eat outside, have a day-out, or something. Go on camping trips like this."

"Just the two of us?!" you blurted, surprising everyone, including Jaemin who was just about to put some meat on your plate.

The older ladies exchanged looks and giggled. You scoffed.

"Mom, I don't think that's appropriate," Jaemin stated and you nod your head at him in agreement.

"Well then, make it appropriate!"

"Yes!"

"That's not how friendships work, mom. You can't just make it appropriate," you said, quoting in the air.

"Find a way. I'm sure there's something you can do."

You sighed, taking a bite and surrendering from the challenge of arguing with your mom.

"They're telling you to date," his father declared and the cola Jaemin was drinking ended up choking him. He choked so hard, he could barely breathe and the only thing you could do to help was stroke his back and offer him some water. All the while, the parents watched and his father laughed heartily.

"Honey, you can't just jump into them like that!" Jaemin's mother chided softly. "Look, he was so shocked, he's almost dying. We agreed to take it slow."

"Mom," Jaemin chided softly, coughing as he turned tk you. "Ignore them."

"Don't ignore us! We're serious!" your mother argued. You rolled your eyes at her.

"We're grown ups, mom. Who we date is our business," you declared sternly, hopefully putting an end to the topic. But your mothers can't seem to stop talking about it.

"I thought they liked each other," your mom asked.

"That's what I thought too. Jaemin seemed to care for her a lot," his mother added. "Did we read into it too much?"

"Mom, I'm working on it," Jaemin sighed, making you glance at him with wide eyes. He just smiled at you before turning to his parents. "You don't have to intervene. I'll take care of it."

Both of your mothers started teasing you and giggling amongst themselves. You just sat there quietly, staring at your food even when you can feel Jaemin's gaze boring right through you.

You sat on a tree stump by the cliff, staring at the wide scenery in front of you. The air was cold and breezy, blowing in one direction so you had to tie your hair up. Your jacket was thick but your exposed hands were cold due to the air. You kind regretted leaving the bonfire, but the teasing was starting to get to you and you just wanted to get out of there because you knew they wouldn't stop.

"You alright?" came Jaemin's voice, handing you a mug of warm coffee that you accepted after muttering a thanks. He sat next to you. "Mind if I sit here?"

"Why would you tell them that?" you asked straight, giving him a serious look that he noticed right away.

"Because it's true," he replied and you were satisfied that he understood what you meant.

"What do you want from me?" you asked without missing a beat.

The nervousness disappeared from his face, replaced by confusion. "What do I want from you? Nothing. What do you mean by that?"

"Why are you doing this? You're too nice. You're too considerate. I've racked my brain the whole time trying to convince myself that you're just being a nice guy. But then you say things that don't make sense."

"How do they not make sense? I was being honest."

You sighed, frustrated by the whole beating around the bush. "Do you have feelings for me? Do you like me or something?"

"I do."

You laughed derisively, feeling stupid for being confused all this time. "That's all it took for you to admit that? Why didn't you just say that from the get-go, then?"

"How can I? You looked at guys and gag! You even told a classmate that he's gross for asking you out," he clapped back.

"That was in high school! I was fourteen and— wait. You liked me since high school?"

He just shrugged, looking away while stifling a smile.

"No you don't."

"I do." He sighed. Now he's the one frustrated by your cluelessness. "I know it's hard believe but it's true. I liked you all these years. It was a just a crush. I had no plans to pursue it especially after we became close friends but I liked you. Of course we drifted apart after high school and of course I had my eyes on other girls. I dated some of them too. But then I saw you again and maybe it was the nostalgia. Or the familiarity. Or maybe because I liked you for a long time but when you came here, I realized I still have those feelings for you. You've gotten more beautiful, a lot smarter, more mature, but you were still you."

"If you didn't want to pursue me because we're friends, why are you doing it now?"

Jaemin sighed and took a good look at you for a good minute. "Because this time, I thought everything's gonna work out. I'm in love with you, y/n and I'm willing to pursue the possibility that we could be something more."

You sighed, feeling the adrenaline die down as you walked towards the edge of the cliff, holding on to the high railings. You looked into the horizon and quietly lamented on your thoughts. You had no idea how to react to his confession. He seemed nonchalant about it, almost too confident. You wished he would act properly, like he meant what he said. You wished he would show it to you instead of just saying it and leaving it at that. But then again, he had been showing it to you all this time, you were just preoccupied with the thought that he was just being friendly.

Jaemin followed you, standing right next to you and looking at the side of your face. "I'm sorry if I confused you. I thought I was being clear. And I'm sorry if you felt like my attention was so sudden. It doesn't really feel that way to me because I've been doing it all these years. The only difference this time was I got rid of my self-restraint. I thought it won't be necessary to tone it down since I'm ready to commit to it, anyway. I had a feeling that it would work out somehow, so I'm trying."

You felt his hand on your arm so you looked down at it before shifting your gaze to his face. He gave you an uncertain smile and you wondered if it was worth risking your friendship for this.

"Well," you began, sighing as you glanced at his hand on your arm again. You let it stay there, seeing how it seemed comfortable resting there, like it belongs there. "I'm not really sure how to react about this yet, so, I'm gonna need time to think about this."

Jaemin's smile became wider, reaching his eyes. "You can take your time. I'm not forcing you into anything."

"Thanks, Jaemin," you smiled back.

It was mid-Autumn when it came time for Jeno's wedding. Jaemin was dressed in a neat navy blue suit when he knocked on your door. He had a black turtle neck underneath it and a necklace with a tiny sun pendant. You tried not to check him out. Even his good looks felt different now. Everything else just turn into blurs when you look at him. He just glows differently now that you had both talked about his feelings for you.

"You do what feels right. It sounds cliché but it's the truth. You'll get to that point and then you'll know when it feels right." That is what Seola told you when you sought their advice. You are living by it now. So while you still haven't decided on what to do with the complex feelings between you and Jaemin, you opted to let him be his usual self around you.

"Shall we?"

"I need just three more minutes," you replied briskly, running back into your bedroom. You hastily put on a pair of earrings and double-checked your makeup look. You also checked your purse for anything you might have forgotten. And then when you finally came out, you looked around the house for your phone and found it on the sofa. "Sorry. I was at work and forgot the time."

That was a lie. You arrived from work long ago and you spent one hour on your hair and make-up and another one hour to pick out the perfect dress.

You watched him walk straight toward you, eyes looking anywhere but your own. You suddenly felt conscious but you were rooted in place and couldn't move. "What's wrong?" you asked as he inched closer.

"Your dress is unzipped," he replied. You felt your face flare when he said that and remembered you had a hard time zipping it and eventually gave up to finish your makeup first. You were embarrassed, but turned around anyway when he offered to zip it up for you.

"I couldn't... I couldn't reach it," you stammered your excuses, worried about what he thinks but he remained quiet. His touch on your clothed shoulder was brief, but it sent a surge of electricity through your body that you knew was caused by your hyper-awareness of your proximity.

"You're missing a necklace." He commented and you instinctively placed a hand on your neck.

"Oh. I couldn't pick the right one," you replied and then felt him place a necklace around your neck and lock it in place.

"Let me see?" You turned to face him as you also looked down the necklace dangling around your neck. It was the sun necklace he was wearing just a while ago. He lifted your chin to meet his eyes and he smiled as he held your gaze. You were sure he didn't mean the necklace at all when he said, "There. Beautiful."

He told you to relax before you left your apartment. You were visibly tense and you don't know if Jaemin even knows he's the reason. It's kinda annoying.

The hall was almost full when you got there. After giving your congratulatory money, you were guided to your seat and you found your other friends there.

"You look gorgeous," Hyuck commented as soon as you sat next to him. "You even came in matching outfits, wow. You should have picked me. We'll look good together like that."

Once again, you and Jaemin were matching clothes but you felt it was unnecessary to explain that it wasn't intentional so you didn't and just exchanged smiles with him.

"They've always looked like a couple," said Eunbi, one of your close friends in high school. "They're always wearing matching accessories and outfits back in high school. I'm still mad I lost the bet. We were so sure that you two would end up dating, if you weren't already."

"You assumed that just because of clothes?" You quipped.

"Honey, it's rare to just sync perfectly with someone. Not only that. He was so nice to you, it was difficult to say there was nothing special going on. You might have not dated at the time, but I'm sure Jaemin liked you or something."

You couldn't refute it, especially now that you knew Jaemin did have a thing for you back then. He just confessed all of it to you and now you are realizing that you missed all the signs that glared right at you. The topic shifted to Seola who just arrived and receieved a shower of congratulations from the table.

When the wedding ceremony started, you were in awe with the grandeur of it all. The food was excellent too. After about thirty minutes, it was time to take pictures and you were invited to the platform with all of your friends.

The wedding ended after that and Hyuck managed to gather your common friends for some drinks in a nearby barbecue restaurant. There were drinks and grilled beef and it came as no surprise for anyone on the table that Jaemin was grilling the meat. Of course you noticed how he grilled meat continuously and stacked all of it on one plate for everyone to share but made sure your own plate right next to him was filled on the regular. You would tug on his shirt to make him eat and he would heed your plea, sitting back down for a moment to eat while the meat was grilling. In between conversations, Jaemin would ask you if the food was good or if you need to refill your cup. If it wasn't for his confession, you'd see this as his usual kind self. But now you need to keep reminding yourself that he may be kind but he is not as attentive to everyone as he was with you all the time.

"So, Jeno. And then Seola. Who's next?" asked Eunbi, making you look around the table to think about her question.

"Probably Jaemin and miss class president. They were lovey-dovey all night," Sucheol teased, one cheek full of food.

"They would need to date first before they can talk about marriage," Hyuck quipped.

"What? You guys aren't dating?" Sucheol exclaimed, brows furrowed in surprise and confusion. "You look like you were!"

Jaemin reached on the grilling plate on their side of the table and started flipping the meat. "Pay attention to the meat and stop blabbering! Your food is burning and it's thanks to Sucheol."

The topic was shifted to Sucheol's clumsiness and you thanked Jaemin for taking you out of the hotseat. He cutely scrunched his nose at you before nudging your shoulder affectionately.

After the mini party, Jaemin drove you back to your apartment. Thankfully, he didn't drink too much. You weren't drunk either but you certainly had a few shots of soju. Maybe it was the liquid courage that made you ask him, but now that you've let it out, you didn't regret it.

"When did you start liking me?" you asked when he turned off the engine in the parking lot.

Jaemin glanced at you, evidently surprised by your question but he just chuckled. "When you first walked into our homeroom."

You rolled your eyes at his nonchalance. He didn't even stop to think about it. "You're so cheesy."

"Why are you getting mad? You asked me a question and I answered it," he chuckled and you got even more annoyed because you knew he was teasing you on purpose.

When it seemed like you won't be speaking again, Jaemin laughed and continued. "I kinda hinted onbit over time. But then you said men are gross so I backed out. I still tried to show you that I like you, though. But you obviously missed it because eventually, you started dating Jeno. So I stopped."

"How was I supposed to know you were giving me the special treatment? You should have used your words!"

Jaemin grinned, unbuckling his seatbelt. "I'm a shy guy."

"No, you're not." You took off your seat belt too and got ready to leave the car but the doors were still locked.

"The feelings came back when I saw you at your father's funeral, y/n," he confessed and suddenly, you felt nervous. "At first I thought I just felt bad for your loss and got it confused with affection but I couldn't stop thinking about you even after months had passed."

You remembered your father's funeral. Your friends were there. Your relatives family's friends were. Your teachers and friends from Seoul. Even friends that you stopped seeing were there. But all of them left after a while. Every single one, except for Jaemin who sat right next to you, clutching your cold hands tightly to keep them warm. He stayed even when you never once acknowledged his presence, overcame by immense grief that you couldn't even bring yourself to care about the world around you. Jaemin stayed that day and the next day and the next, until you were able to take your first rest and sleep. Until you were able to cry for the first time since your father passed away. Until you have sent your father to his final destination. You remembered that after a week, you sent him a cake to thank him. You had no idea why you chose a cake, you just wanted to thank him in any way.

"I started following you on your social media accounts hoping I can get updates on how you were doing. I tried messaging you several times but I was too shy to send them and I don't know what to say too. So I just interacted with you in our group chatrooms. You were rarely there so that was kind of a bummer. I went looking for you when I went back home too, but we never really crossed paths," he continued, smiling fondly as he reminisced. "Then I saw you here. And I was so sure that it wasn't pity. It really was affection."

He fell quiet after that and you literally had nothing to say. When he glanced at you, you noticed his movement so you glanced back at him too. When he smiled, you flashed an awkward grin as a response.

"Let's go?" he invited and you nodded. You were quiet the whole walk and even during the elevator ride, not one sound came from the two of you. But when you reached your door and he bade you goodbye, you grabbed his sleeve and asked if he wanted to come in.

You had no idea why you invited him in, it just felt right at that moment. But now, as you sat in the living room with him, you were regretting the invite and is looking for an excuse to send him out. The Nat Geo on your TV wasn't very loud and you could hear the pounding on your chest. Jaemin soon noticed your unease and prompted you.

"Do you want to kiss?"

"Sorry?" you asked, unsure if you heard him right.

"Do you want to kiss?"

You didn't even hesitate at all when you said, "Yes."

He made a move to close the distance between you so you closed your eyes, thinking this would be the kiss but it didn't happen. When you opened them, he was staring at your face at an alarmingly close distance. Smiling, he said, "Here I come."

The first kiss was brief because he was checking to see your reaction first. When you made no sound or movement to protest, he kissed you again, this time deeper, longer, just pressing firmly and sending warmth through your body. When you reached for his cheek, his hand found the back of your head and held it in place before he started moving his mouth over yours. Kissing him didn't feel forced, nor did it feel awkward or messy. You didn't even need to take a few trial and error to practice your rhythm. Kissing him came so naturally that you felt as though you've known his lips for a long time. When he slipped his tounge between your lips, you opened up for him without ahy hesitation. In no time, you were making out on your sofa, a little tipsy on soju but drunk on his scent and warmth.

He stopped when your hand trailed from his neck to his chest. He looked into your eyes, smiling as he tucked a few strands of hair behind you ear. "Are you okay?"

You bit your lip, craving for more but too nervous to continue. "I don't really want to hook up or anything."

Jaemin chuckled, "We won't silly. We're just kissing." He kissed your forehead before moving away. You grabbed his arm just as he was letting you go and he stopped in his tracks, surprised by your boldness. You were too so you shyly pushed his arm back. He laughed and reach for your hand, pulling you close to him and tucking you between his arms. You rested your head on his chest as his hand gently stroked your shoulder. It felt comfortable in his arms. His fresh smell and steady heartbeat was lulling you to sleep while Nat Geo continued in the background.

"Don't you need to get changed," he softly whispered in your ear as sleepiness threatened to drag you to dreamland. You stirred, slowly rising to your feet as you headed for the bathroom. You stripped out of your clothes and washed up. Cold water on your face definitely helped wake you up a little. After making sure you've erased all your make up, you clumsily slapped on some skincare products before wrapping yourself in your bathrobe and stepping out. Jaemin was still there and he looked away from the TV when you opened the bathroom door.

"You should get some rest too," you told him and he gave you a nod in response before taking a deep breath and rising to his feet to turn off the TV.

He walks to you and you met him halfway, looking up at him as he placed a hand on your shoulder and the other on your cheek. "See you tomorrow."

"You can stay, you know." You don't even wanna know where the courage came from, but what has been said is done. He just laughs though and says he literally lives one door away. You would have insisted, but you felt shy and just looked away. Jaemin noticed this so he lifted your chin and told you you don't need to do this just because he likes you. "It's not that... I... I want you to stay."

"You want me to sleep over?" he inquired, making sure he was understanding you perfectly.

"Yes." That was all he needed to hear to agree.

He said he need to go to back to his place and change so you agreed. You wondered if he'd come back and thought it would make things easier if he didn't. But a large part of you wished he never left at all so you don't have to worry about him not coming back. You were in the middle of this mental ordeal when he rang your bell and you basically flew to the door, pausing for a moment before opening the door so you don't appear overly eager. He was changed and washed when he appeared, a big smile on his lips. You smiled back and invited him in. As you were heading to your bedroom, you saw him sit on the sofa and yawned while stretching.

"Aren't you sleepy yet?" you asked wondering why he was still sitting there.

"I am. Terribly."

"Then why are you still there?"

Jaemin understood that you want him in your bedroom and he was surprised. "I can't go in there."

"Oh. It's okay. I don't mind."

Ever so perceptive, he walks to you and held your hand. "I can't sleep on the same bed with you because I'm a man who likes you."

"You don't have to feel bad about it. I invited you in. You're not forcing me to do it." you explained but Jaemin still shook his head.

"I would love to but I'd really rather not. I don't trust myself and we're not really in an official relationship yet so even if you allowed me, I would hate to disrespect you like that."

"I see."

He cupped your face and patted your head before telling you he'll see you in the morning. You told him the sheets are in the cabinet and he can help himself. Then you went into your bedroom reeling in extreme embarrassment because it seemed like you were too eager to get in bed with him. You didn't sleep properly that night, just thinking about the whole encounter.

The truth is, you're done contemplating. Ever since the camping trip, you've spent days thinking things over, weighing pros and cons, and just deciding on what to do. You are now sure you liked Jaemin too and you'd love to be in a relationship with someone like him. These past days, you kept thinking of ways to bring it up but nothing seemed to work and you often ended up with more dillemmas than answers. Today, after everything he said, you figured this was the right time, that you would regret it if he left tonight without telling him your feelings. But at the end of the day, you still chickened out, totally embarrassing yourself than clearing things up for good.

On the other hand, Jaemin was lying on the sofa, watching a movie on your TV. Sleepiness escaped him right after you left and he was contemplating which one was the bad idea; declining your offer to sleep in your bedroom, or sleeping here at all. It troubled him that you're right inside the room, so close yet he can't even reach for you. But it was true that he doesn't want to disrespect you by doing inappropriate things with you while you weren't together yet. Kissing you made him want to punch himself already although he loved every second of it. Now, he considered it a guilty pleasure.

He sighs as he remembered bits of memories of you. He remembered when you first came into the building. You were distraught the last time you met, but you were still pretty. Now you're even more beautiful and his heart started feeling like a teenager again. At your housewarming, he was wondering what he can bring and found a stash of freshly-made side dishes from his mother. The night progressed quickly and he was on hyper-alert while you leaned over to him, seemingly unaware of your close distance. It didn't help that Hyuck kept pushing you until you were flush against him. You smelled good and looked cuter up close. When he went home, Hyuck asked why he was going out again so he explained that you need help cleaning up. "Liar. You just want to spend more time with her."

Well, Hyuck wasn't wrong, but it was true he really wanted to help you clean up. Things never got better since then, instead his feelings keeps growing stronger for you and it seems as though fate keeps bringing you together.

He sighed for the hundredth time, not even understanding the flick on the TV anymore as thoughts of you filled his mind. As the main leads on the TV kissed, his mind fluttered to the sight of your bare back that morning, the feel of your skin when he put the necklace on for you, and how the lipstick shade you wore earlier matched you so perfectly he had to keep looking away or he'd pull you into a kiss. Then he remembered kissing you; the addictive feeling of your soft lips and the sensation it engulfed him in that felt like a vice—forbidden but good.

"Hey." Your voice made him jolt and glance your way briefly before struggling to change the channel of the TV that was flashing an intimate scene. He fumbled with the remote and ended up increasing the volume as the woman on the screen moaned.

"Shit," he muttered just as he found the off button. You laughed at his flustered face, walking towards the sofa with a pillow in your embrace. He sat up to make room for you and you didn't even hesitate when you sat close to him and leaned on his chest. Jaemin panicked a little, masking it with a chuckle as he reluctantly placed a hand on your shoulder before rubbing it. "You okay?"

"How do you know you like me for real?" was your question. Jaemin geniunely did not know the answer so after a while of thinking, he just shrugged and said he just knew.

You hummed, nuzzling closer as you closed your eyes and inhaled his scent. "That's valid, isn't it?"

"I guess," he replied, pressing his cheek on your head.

"Good," you said. Jaemin sighed, relaxing into the position as his hand left your shoulder to caress your head. "It's good because I like you too. For real. I don't know how I know, but I just do," you added.

Jaemin smiled to himself, his hold of your head getting tighter as his heart evened its pace. "That's valid, isn't it?" he asked back so you smiled, eyes closing as you fell asleep.

"I guess." Who knew that the reason you couldn't fall asleep will also be the solution to the problem?

"So, how would you feel if I ask you to be my girlfriend?"

You chuckled sleepily, eyes still closed but his questioned sounded ridiculous to you. "That's not how you get the girl, Na Jaemin."

Jaemin laughed too. "Would you like to be my girlfriend, y/n?"

You smiled, looking up and kissing his cheek. "Let's get to bed, Jaemin."

You woke up in your bed the next morning, the other side was empty but it was warm, a clear telling that someone was there before. You wondered where Jaemin was until the smell of food coming in through the small opening of your door permeated inside the room. When you rose from bed, you felt conscious of your face and your morning hair so you discreetly went out, sneaking into the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth. You were in your tiptoes as you tried to go back to your bedroom but Jaemin called your name.

"Did you sleep well?" You stopped in your tracks, forcing out a grin as he smiled at you. He was setting food on the table and you approached because there was nothing else to do.

"Yeah. Did you?"

He grinned at you. "Best sleep I had in a long time."

You rolled your eyes even though it made your heart flutter.

"Sorry for going through your pantry. We both have work so I thought I'd make breakfast before we leave," he explained but you just waved your hand dismissively.

"Feel free. It's fine as long as I get breakfast made by my favorite chef." You saw how he stopped dead in his tracks while mixing the food he was cooking and his ears turned extremely red. You giggled contentedly. Jaemin just cleared his throat and continued his task. It's a bit forward, but it felt good to just be yourself around him, honest with no restraints.

Breakfast was hearty and surprisingly a lot just for the two of you. Jaemin encouraged you to eat a lot, putting more food in your  bowl of rice.

"Do I look starved? Why are you giving me so much food," you complained, putting the eggrolls back to the plate.

Jaemin just placed them back on your bowl. "Just eat. Breakfast is good for you. I have reason to believe you skip breakfast every morning."

"What reason?" you asked, taking your chopsticks to your bowl to remove the eggrolls again.

Jaemin tutted and stopped you from taking the food out. "Just eat."

"So much for having a chef boyfriend," you complained, taking a bite out of the egg. Your eyes lit up when the taste filled your mouth. "This is good!"

"You like it? Great. Finish it so you'll have energy at work."

Jaemin was right. You mostly skipped breakfast and relied on sandwiches or the cookies he would give you when you go to his cafe. You rarely have time for it and even if you do, you hated eating bad food, which was usually the case with your cooking.

After breakfast, you and Jaemin cuddled on the sofa for a long time, giggling and kissing like teenagers. You stopped only when your alarm went off, signalling that it's time to get ready for work.

"Aw," you complained, nuzzling against Jaemin's chest.

"Come on, let's go. I'll come over after work."

"Fine," you sighed, standing up and trekking to your bathroom.

"Wait." He grabbed your wrist and pulled you into a quick kiss. "Can I pick you up?"

"You never asked me that when you would go pick me up before."

He chuckled. "Well, I was trying to be cool that time."

"You can also drive me there, you know."

"I know, but I'm going out of town for a bit to buy some produce. I'll be back before you clock out though."

"Okay."

"Okay," he chimed, swooping in for another kiss. "See you later."

You walked him to the door before bidding him goodbye. He even stole another kiss before leaving and it made you chuckle. Yesterday you were still conflicted about the whole situation with Jaemin, now you can't even take your hands off of each other. You wondered if it was better if you had both decided to do this a long time ago.

"You guys are definitely dating," Jaehee noted when you all came down after work and Jaemin was outside the building waiting for you in his car.

Yunseo chimed in. "Totally."

You just chuckled. "We are."

"Really?" Yunseo exclaimed before her and Jaehee exchanged looks and shrieked.

"Shush, girls," you chided softly, bowing at the random people who were startled by the girls. "It hasn't been that long."

"Doesn't matter. It should have happened a long time ago!" Jaehee giggled.

You didn't notice Jaemin get off his car and make his way to you. "Hi, ladies."

"Hi, Chef Jaemin," the girls greeted while you were frozen because Jaemin just casually placed a hand on your waist.

"Did you make plans today? I can just leave you to it," he asked, turning to you for an answer.

"No, we're all heading home now." You turned to Yunseo and Jaehee who both nodded. "See you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, see you! Bye, Chef!"

Jaemin tugged on your waist, gesturing for you to go get in the car so you followed his lead. As soon as both of you were seated, he leaned over you for a kiss. One that was long and strained, you could almost feel his frustration with the way he's pulling the back of your neck. You couldn't help but giggle.

"What was that for?"

Jaemin sighed. "I missed you."

You almost choked at his unbridled honesty so you cleared your throat and straightened up in your seat.

"And I was just making sure it's real," he added.

"What is?"

"All of this."

"We haven't done much as a couple yet."

"Yes, but it's kind of overwhelming to me right now. You know, dating you after a long time." He paused, reaching for your hand on your thigh and kissing your knuckles before intertwining them with his own. "It feels new but familiar too."

You cracked a smile, reaching for his cheek to stroke it. "I know. It's weird. But the good kind of weird. I love it."

"I love you," he said and that made you stop stroking his skin. "I have for a while now."

"How are you so quick to decide that?"

Jaemin chuckled and turned on his engine, not letting go of your hand. "I didn't decide it. It just happened."

The drive was smooth, filled with soft music from his speakers and casual conversations about random things. When he pulled over on the side of the road, you realized how long he had been driving so you looked outside the window to see that you've reached a hilltop. It was a popular spot that overlooks the downtown area of the city. If you go higher up, you'll be able to see a panoramic view of Seoul.

"Oh wow," you exclaimed, rolling your windows down to get a better look. "I've always wanted to come here!"

"Really? Why didn't you?"

You glanced back at him, also wondering the same question. When you realized that you actually don't know why, you just shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe because I didn't want to come by myself?"

Jaemin grinned, turning of the car. "Well you're in luck. I'm taking you here on our first date," he said before getting off the car.

"First date?" the thought made your cheeks feel warm and you sat there feeling your heart pound wildly in your chest. When the door on your side of the car opened, you accepted the hand Jaemin offered you and let him lead you out.

The sky was clear and the air gave a cold chill that pierced your skin. But Jaemin's hand was warm so you inched closer to him, hoping to share his warmth. He noticed you nuzzling and pulled you by the shoulder so you're snug against him. Then he led you all the way into one of the buildings.

At the entrance, he told the staff about a reservation under his name. After a quick check, another staff came to guide you inside. A little walk, an elevator ride, and a staircase, you reached the rooftop restaurant of the place where you could see the cityscape. You gasped quietly, heading over to the banisters for a better look.

"What do you think?" Jaemin asked, standing close to you and placing one arm around your shoulders.

"I think it's cold," you giggled, pressing your body closer to his. He moved to wrap both of his arms around you until he was hugging you from behind. You looked up to meet his eyes. "But it's really pretty. I love it."

Jaemin planted a kiss on your forehead before letting you go. "Should we take a picture before we go inside?"

"Okay!"

He took out his phone and pulled you for a selfie. After snapping a few pictures of you together, you told him to stand there so you can take solo pictures of him with your phone. A few more pictures later, your hands were feeling the cold so you both headed inside the rooftop restaurant.

You scrolled through your gallery for the nth time today. Just over three months in your relationship and your camera roll is already filled with pictures of each other. Your roll mostly consists of handsome pictures of him but you know damn well he kept more of yours, even the ugly ones he would randomly capture when you're not looking or when you're doing something silly. It was annoying at first but he would always insist that he likes seeing them more than your decent ones. Even saying that it makes him feel like you're right there next to him.

You sighed, wondering if he's looking at those pictures right now. He had been gone for five days already, attending a training seminar for chefs in a far-away province by the east coast. When he first left, you told him you won't miss him that much. It's only for a week and ever since you started dating, you've seen each other every single day without fail. So a few days of being away shouldn't hurt, right?

Wrong. It hurts like hell. So you kept texting each other. It helps that you have all the time to chat and talk over the phone when you get home. He's learning a lot over there and you know that this will help him with his business so you were proud that he even registered for it. But now you kinda wished you never got him that registration form in the first place.

You sighed, closing your phone and putting it face-down on the desk.

Yunseo saw this and scoffed. "Woojin, how many times has it been?"

Woojin stirred in his seat. He had fallen asleep and panicked when Yunseo called his name. "Huh?"

"Eonnie has sighed for how many times today?"

Woojin swallowed and shook his head uncertainly. "I–I lost count."

Yunseo glared at him and grimaced. "That's because you're sleeping! You better not let Mr. Jung catch you!"

"There's nothing to do around here! We can't even leave!" Woojin complained, melting in his chair again.

Jaehee limply laid her head on her desk and sighed. "It's been three days without work. Are we getting laid off?"

Yunseo's shoulders sagged. "We might as well be at this point. Did XO Foods really pull out from the company?"

"No, they didn't," the voice of your Team Leader coming from the door made all of them sit up, except for you who's still staring at the window. "They're just being moved to another team."

Mr Jung paused when he noticed your dazed expression. "What's wrong with her?"

"She misses her boyfriend," Yunseo teased. Mr. Jung shook his head and dropped the folder he was holding on your desk. This made you jolt and look down at it, then look up at your Team Leader.

"Look alive team, we've gotten too good for XO Foods. We've been reassigned to ABC Company."

You gasped while the rest of your coworkers cheered happily. ABC Company is also a food brand but with bigger reach and influence over the market. Working to market them won't be difficult as they are already popular. It's extra workload to keep up with their popularity, for sure, but it also means a higher pay grade.

The good news cheered you up and your team went out to celebrate with some drinks and barbecue. After that, you arrived at your house late into the night, feeling tired but satisfied with how the day went.

You dragged yourself into the bathroom to take a long shower. The restaurant was a little humid so you were sweating the whole time and you would rather not sleep at all than go to bed feeling icky. After wiping yourself dry, you didn't even bother to wrap yourself in a towel when you stepped out. But when you rounded the living room, you heard the sound of glass falling on the floor and breaking. That startled you and seeing the figure of a man in your kitchen made you scream and crouch on the floor, aware of how naked you were and terrified of finding a stranger in your home.

"Get the hell out of my house or I'm calling the police!" you screamed at him but you heard his footsteps approach so you curled up and hid your face between your knees.

"Hey! Hey!" came Jaemin's voice. "Baby, it's me. It's just me."

"Jaemin?" you croaked, looking up at him. You felt something warm drape over you and found that he had covered you with his coat. "What are you doing here? You scared me!"

"I know, I know. I'm sorry. You kinda scared me too, coming out of the bathroom like that." He helped you up, wrapping you with his coat so you don't expose yourself.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming today?"

"Well, I did. I texted you that I was coming. I even called but you didn't pick up."

"I was in the shower."

"Yeah, I realized that when I arrived and the shower was running. I first thought you were still out so I just came straight here and then you..." he looked at the state of you and sighed. "God, you're driving me crazy."

"I'm driving you crazy? You're the one acting like some burglar and walking around with the lights off!"

"I wanted to surprise you! I didn't know you would walk out of the bathroom butt-naked!"

You laughed then apologized and stopped. But you couldn't help laughing again.

"What's so funny?"

"You are! You said butt-naked."

Jaemin scoffed. "You think that's funny?"

"No, just the way you said it."

"Oh yeah? I bet you think this is funny too," he said before grabbing a handful of your clothed ass and squeezing it. You shrieked and ran away. Hiding into your bedroom and locking the door. Jaemin pounded on the door. "I haven't broken down a door but I might try!"

You just laughed and got dressed quickly. When you opened up, he was grimacing at your fully-clothed appearance. "Go take a bath or something."

"Yeah, but I need my clothes," he retorted, gently pushing you aside to go to the closet. You're not living together yet, but he has slept over plenty of times that he now have clothes in your closet. You have a few clothes over at his house too along with some other stuff. He pulled a pair of sweatpants and a tshirt before leaving for the bathroom. In the meantime, you went to the kitchen for a drink and found a paper bag with a bouquet of flowers in it. You opened it and took out its contents one by one. The bouquet was small and came with a box of chocolates and a small velvet box.

You freaked upon finding the box. Wondering what was inside of it. Your mind was quick to imagine him proposing, then holding a wedding, and getting married, and all that stuff. You pondered on the idea of spending your life with him and contemplated whether you're ready to step into that phase of your relationship. Your mind went into a spiral of emotions while staring at the box but you dared not to open it, scared to confirm your suspicion despite feeling extremely curious.

Then you felt Jaemin's presence behind you before feeling the weight of his chin on your shoulder. His hair was damp against your cheek but you didn't mind. He took the box from your hand and opened it. You almost closed your eyes but it opened up quickly.

"Earrings?" you pointed out, touching the small diamond stud earrings.

"Yeah," he replied and you could hear the smile in his voice. "I saw Jaehee's post online. You were out tonight for a celebration. I don't know what it was yet but I would hate to come home empty-handed."

"They're beautiful."

"I picked them with you in mind," he said proudly. "A pretty last minute purchase but I took my time to find something you'd like."

You glanced back at him, your noses almost touching. "Thank you. For a second, I thought you'd propose to me."

Jaemin shrugged. "A little early for that, but I will eventually. Though it won't be like this."

You giggled. "Am I to expect something grand?"

"If I tell you, it won't feel as fulfilling as we hope it would."

"Hmm, that's fair."

You managed to convince him to let you eat a few pieces of chocolates before bed, though he never stopped reminding you to brush your teeth after. So you slipped one in his mouth to shut him up.

"Now you have to brush your teeth too." You stuck your tongue out while he begrudgingly ate the chocolate.

"It's actually good."

"Right?" you beamed, tucking the box away after taking one last piece.

Your bathroom was spacious but it felt cramped with the two of you in it. His hand was holding on the sink for support while you stood and stared at yourself in the mirror as you brushed your teeth. He noticed that and smirked.

"You like watching yourself brush?" he asked and you scowled.

"No, but where else would I look?"

Jaemin looked over his shoulder then back at you. "My butt," he said before wiggling his ass.

You laughed and cleaned your mouth before slapping his ass. "Stop saying butt. It sounds funny when you say it."

"Butt, butt, butt, butt," he teased so you went and grabbed his buttocks. He jolted when you squeezed it and he turned to face you. "Hey!"

"What? You did it to me first!"

He sighed and rinsed his mouth before putting his toothbrush away and facing you again.

"Did you even miss me at all?"

"Oh, I missed you a lot. But how are you back so soon?"

He leaned on the sink and pulled you by the waist so you were flush against his waist. "The seminar was only for five days. The extra two days is for sightseeing or going to markets but I don't think it would be fun."

"Why not? You like the market."

"I really just wanted to come home to you as soon as possible," he replied, lifting your chin and kissing your lips. "I missed you everyday."

"I missed you too, every single day. Five days felt so long. I wasn't expecting that!" you complained while Jaemin affectionately rubbed his nose on yours.

"Me too," he said before kissing you again, this time, he grabbed your waist tighter, pulling you closer as if your bodies weren't pressed against each other's already. With a swift movement, he lifted you off your feet and brought you back into the bedroom.

He sat with you on his lap, still kissing you with sweet abandon. You took the initiative to straddle his lap for a better kissing position. His hand travelled the length of your back, the other holding your head in place. When his kisses trailed down your neck, you felt goosebumps all over your skin that made you jolt a little, unintentionally bucking your hips against his crotch. Jaemin nipped on your skin but the gasp that escaped you made him suck harder. You let out a moan, amazed at how the pain clearly translated into pleasure. You found yourself grinding on his hips but as soon as you felt the hardness between your legs, you jumped off him in surprise.

Jaemin looks at you with half-lidded eyes, surprised but still a little drunk on the makeout. "What's wrong, baby?"

"Nothing. I'm... I'm just sleepy."

"Oh," Jaemin sighed, disappointment was evident on his face but he still smiled at you. "Okay. Let's get some sleep."

He opened up his arms to welcome you and you tried not to let your eyes wander on his crotch. You lay with your back facing him so he would spoon you and he did just that, kissing the back of your head before closing his eyes.

"Goodnight, Jaemin."

"Goodnight, baby. I love you."

"I love you," you echoed.

This wasn't the first time you backed out on the possibility of making love with Jaemin. Sometimes you think he had gotten used to it too because never once did he force you to do it. He doesn't even bring it up. You loved cuddling with him and you loved it even more when you make out. But having sex scared you as much as you craved it. You're totally not a 26-year old virgin, you've had a few experiences. But ever since dating Jaemin, you felt ashamed to share your intimate secrets with him. That was actually why he was so shocked to see you naked. He's never made you feel inadequate or insecure. In fact he always made you feel like you're the only girl he'll ever worship, the most beautiful of all. Maybe that's why letting him explore you to the very core scared you a little bit. He loves you too much that he thinks so highly of you. What if you disappoint him when you finally have sex?

Your thoughts were muddled the whole time you were laying there. You don't even know how much time has passed. His warmth was comforting behind you and his arm wasn't heavy at all. You thought this would put you to sleep like it always did, but right now your body wasn't just warm, it was hot. Jaemin's breath on your bare neck and the sound of his breathing wasn't helping your case. You forced your eyes close, hoping that sleep would just take over you soon enough but you remained restless, moving ever so slightly to make sure you don't wake him.

It must have failed because Jaemin eventually exhales sharply and pulled you a little closer to him. You shifted to find a better position but the movement caused your ass to brush against his crotch. You froze, feeling warmer where your lower bodies were barely touching than your back that was literally pressed on his chest. In an attempt to get your ass further away, you moved again, but this time, he pulled your waist and your ass was flush against his. He shifted a little, you felt his muscle getting harder until you were well-aware of its length. You pressed your ass closer to him, this time, intentionally. The contact made him jolt back and groan at the same time and you couldn't help but gasp and close your eyes at how good he sounded in your ear. Feeling bolder, you grind your ass against his erection again, making him buck away.

Then you felt his head move to kiss your ear as he whispered, "Naughty."

You felt shy and wanted to explain that it was an accident at first. But instead of that, what you did was grind your ass on his crotch again. He humped you back, pressing his cock on the crack of your ass. You felt wetness gather in your underwear as you tilted your head back. "Jaemin."

"Hmmh?"

Damn, even that sound was driving you to the edge. But you knew he wouldn't act on it. You knew he would never dare even if the tension was this bad. So you decided to plead. "I want you. Please?"

Your begging made him hump harder and groan a little louder as his hand that was on your waist moved to cup your clothed core. "Oh, baby. You're driving me nuts."

The only nut you wanted right now was his on your skin.

You woke up feeling sore, the spot next to you empty except for Jaemin's shirt which you knew he had discarded the night before. You grinned upon remembering what happened last night. You don't even need to look under the sheets to know you're still naked underneath it, except for your underwear. You grabbed his shirt and slid into it before leaving the room.

Like usual, Jaemin was in his spot at the kitchen, preparing a hefty breakfast. You were convinced he's motivated to fatten you up and you were sure you've put on a little bit of weight despite your efforts to exercise. He saw you and smiled but then he saw his shirt on you and smiled even wider. "Was your sleep good?"

You wrapped your arms around his waist as he finished transferring the food from the pan to the plate. "No. I'm tired." You followed even as he placed the plate to the table.

"Sorry. Was I too much?"

You shook your head. "10 out of 10, will do it again."

He chuckled and set the final plate on the table with you still attached on his waist. "You were too beautiful. I couldn't help it," he said before suddenly lifting you off your feet and setting you flat on the countertop. You shrieked and giggled as he looked up at you with a grin. None of you said anything, he just quietly looked into your eyes and studied the features of your face.

"What?"

"Good morning," he said before kissing you, deeply, passionately. Your hands found his neck and you made out on your countertop for a good minute before he pulled away first. "I made breakfast."

"I can see that."

"Can I eat you first though?"

You blushed and stuttered. "Hey, how are you like this already?"

"Like what?"

"Like this. Perverted and loud about it."

He just shrugged and pressed his erection between your thighs. The contact made you gasp. "I've always been like this. I was just holding back."

You rolled your eyes and tapped his shoulders. "Let's not let the food wait."

He flashed a naughty grin and cocked an eyebrow at you. "Oh? Does my food hate waiting?"

"Stop," you chided shyly, hitting his chest before getting off the countertop. "I'm still tired. Give me a break."

"Like, two hours?" he persisted, sliding on the seat next to you and leaning his head on your shoulder.

"Na Jaemin!" you scolded so he straightened up.

"Yep."

You just shook your head in disbelief. Now you understand why people said sex changes relationships. But you're not complaining because Na Jaemin is more obsessed with you now than he already was before.

[Fin]

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Officer Repellent | Aaron Hotchner x You Criminal Minds - Aaron Hotchner x You Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x You Genre: Fluff Warnings: Cursing/swearing, reader getting hit on by a drunk officer; unwelcome advances. Length: Drabble

Where you get hit on by officers on the case, and Aaron decides you need officer repellent.

***

“Come on now darlin’, what say you and me go out for a drink now that we’ve got that son of a bitch.” The familiar scent of stale cigarette smoke and burnt coffee that you had come to dread while working the case in the last week hits you before you hear Officer Evans’ voice.

You glance towards the approaching officer and steel yourself. As a female on the job, you were no stranger to advances from the local police officers and detectives. It was something you disliked, but usually just shrugged off with a polite no, or simply by ignoring their attempts. There were however, the occasional advances which left you feeling uncomfortable and this was one of them. Officer Evans had slid up to you on the BAU’s first day on the case, introducing himself with a handshake that lingered too long. Over the course of the week, you had found yourself avoiding him, dreading the accidental brushes against your arm, shoulder, or hand that occurred in the station, and the looks that ran up and down your frame when he thought you weren’t looking.

You open your mouth to decline his invitation, but thankfully, found yourself interrupted by a medic, asking if you could give further details on the condition of the victim when your team had found her. You respond with a firm nod to the medic, and follow her towards the ambulance.

***

“To the BAU.” The call of commendation by one of the lead detectives on the case was met by raised glasses from the local detectives, officers, and your team.

The jet had only been cleared for flight back to DC the following morning, and Aaron had accepted an invitation from the lead detectives on the case to take the team out for a round of drinks at a local bar as a thank you.

You clink your raised glass against Emily and Derek’s before putting it to your lips and tipping it back.

“I would love some fries right about now.” Emily groans as she sets her glass down. “All this beer and nothing in my stomach.” You see her straighten up, her eyes darting around the bar as she attempts to locate a server.

“I’ll place an order.” You laugh, as you see the starts of a pout form on the corners of her mouth as she tries, but fails to get any form of attention.

“Wings?” You question, and Derek gives you a thumbs up. You nod and slide off your chair before heading towards the bar counter.

***

“Alright, we’ll send them over as soon as we can.”

“Great, thanks.” You flash the girl behind the counter a grin, and turn on your heel to make your way back to the team.

“Well guess we are getting that drink after all.” The familiar drawl from earlier in the day hits you right as you turn, the words more slurred than you had heard this afternoon.

“Officer Evans.” You respond, your lips pressed into a line.

“Thats my name darlin’” He responds, taking a step forward as you take one back, feeling the counter of the bar press into your back. “You ran so fast, we never got a chance to finish our conversation.”

You glance towards the side, ready to take a side step to slip away and beat a hasty retreat back to the safety of your team only to note his hand coming to rest on the counter behind you, effectively caging you in.

“I really should be getting back.” You take a shift to your right, as you gesture towards his arm. “If you excuse me.”

“Playing hard to get? Is that how you single big city girls do it.” You see him run his tongue across his top lip as he leers. His eyes are glassy, and you can smell the whisky on his breath.

“Officer Evans, I - ” You straighten up, pulling yourself taller, as you push against his arm with your palm, taking a step towards the right, fully intending to return to your team, prepared to use the necessary amount of force if necessary.

“- oh come on agent, you’ve been basically begging for me since you and your team got here. Walking around the station in those tight jeans, hips swaying. So why don’t you be a good girl now and let me fuck you like you’ve wanted.”

He takes a step further forward, clearly drunk, and you feel the anger bubble in you as his words, crass and untrue, interrupt. You open your mouth to speak, your fingers curling into your palm, fist ready to ready to force your way out teach him a lesson, but you find yourself interrupted by a deep voice, and a hand that comes clamping down on the officer’s shoulder in a vice grip that causes him to wince in pain.

“If you don’t want the chief hearing about how one of his officers has propositioned one of the FBI agents who has just helped you solve the case your department couldn’t crack for months, I recommend you step away from my agent, officer.” His voice is low, quiet, but threatening. It causes Officer Evans to tense up, as the blood drains from his face.

“Agent Hotchner, I-”

“Leave.” The growl that comes as a reply spells danger and it sends the officer scurrying.

***

“Why didn’t you tell me.”

The cold air hits you in a refreshing wave as you step outside, Aaron bringing up the rear as he shuts the door to the bar.

“Didn’t want you to be distracted.” You shrug, as you both step off towards the right of the entrance. The night is silent, with only the occasional car whizzing past.

“How long?” His tone is unimpressed. He knows you can take care of yourself, but it doesn’t stop him from worrying, from wanting to shield you from everything, unsub to officer.

“Since the day we arrived.” You admit to his question, as you look up at him, standing in front of you, his arms crossed in front of his chest, lips pressed into an angry line.

“You should have told me. I would have asked for him to be removed from the case.” Anger flashes in his eyes, and you know he is mad - mad that one of his agents (he would have stepped in if it was any agent) was being made to feel uncomfortable, mad at himself for not having noticed that the woman he loved was being harassed, mad at the officer for even daring to, mad that he wasn’t there to protect you from the sleazy scumbag.

“There was enough for you to worry about.” You place a hand on his forearm, your thumb rubbing against the fibres of his suit jacket, reassuring him that its ok, that you are ok. He remains tense, for one beat, two, three, four, five, six, fighting internally with himself, quelling the anger burning inside of him, before he sighs, allowing the tension to escape his body.

His next move catches you off guard, as he uncrosses his arms in a flash, and pulls you into him by the shoulders. You come crashing into his embrace, and his arms wrap around you. You bury your face in his chest, breathing in the familiar scent of his cologne.

“Marry me.” The words are simple, as they cut through the cold night air. He speaks again before you can even respond, his arms winding themselves tighter around you. “Marry me, so that I can put a ring on you and prevent things like this from happening.”

“Is this your version of officer repellent?” You can’t help but chuckle quietly as you pull your face away from his chest, looking up to meet his serious brown eyes.

“I’m serious.” His gaze bores into you, asking, his earlier questioning hanging in the air as his eyes search yours, making clear the gravity of his ask, that he isn’t kidding, that he means it. The situation is almost comical, with you both standing in the middle of an empty street in god knows where with him asking you to marry him out of the blue, but you feel your heart flip in your chest, the pit of your stomach swirling with a dozen butterflies.

“Ok.” Your voice is a whisper as you wrangle your arm from between you both, raising it to cup the side of his face. “Ok Aaron Hotchner, I’ll marry you.”

His lips come crashing down against yours.

***

8 months later

“Detective Moore has the hots for you.” Emily sniggers as you fill her paper cup with coffee before filling your own.

“Well remember that blonde officer from the last case we did?” You tease as you cap your coffee cup. “And how he couldn’t take his eyes off you?”

“He was cute.” She laughs, admitting as she recalls said officer’s baby blue eyes and the harmless glances he kept stealing towards her during the case, as you both sleeve your cups and walk back towards the main station floor.

“I was wondering if you wanted to ride out with me to the coroner’s office?” Detective Moore approaches you both, his eyes trained on you, as he flashes you a smile. You see his gaze trail along your neck, your lips, before meeting your eyes.

“Sure, we’ll both ride out with you.” You nod as you raise your left hand, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear before motioning to Emily beside you.

You watch as the Detective’s gaze trains in on the diamond engagement ring, stacked beneath the wedding band, that flashes as it catches rays of sun filtering in from the nearby window.

“Ah yes - alright. Well, right this way Agents.” He takes a small step back, almost involuntarily, his face falling slightly as he clears his throat.

You see Emily cough, in attempt to hide a peel of laughter, as she throws you a smirk, before you both follow the Detective who has taken the lead in hurrying out of the station. You steal a side glance at the back of your husband, as he confers with Spencer and the lead detective on the case on the geographical profile and you slide past the seemingly oblivious trio and out of the station

You phone buzzes in your pocket, as you slip into the backseat of Detective’s car.

A.H: Officer repellent.

You can’t help the chuckle that leaves your lips and you raise the coffee cup to your lips as you hazard a glance towards the door of the station. Officer repellent indeed.

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Yes ! This is going to be part 4 ! xD

Sherlock-reader is working on a case, which is why she retreated to her mind palace !

But she's been there for about three days now, without talking, eating, drinking, using the restroom or opening her eyes.

She didn't do anything else, but lay there with her eyes closed, while thinking and breathing.

Then suddenly she jumps up in a hurry with the words "The game is on", before leaving the castle/factory/house/windmill.

How do the four lords, Alcina's daughters and Miranda react ? X'D

Warnings; lots of grammar mistakes, some parts are probably rushed, mentions of not eating/sleep/drinking, a brief mention of Lady Dimitrescu, Heisenberg and Miranda's mutation(s) and some mentions of the reader being dead.

Note - This took a lot longer than expected. Also, I took out Moreau because I still can't write for him. Hope that's okay :)

Pairings; Lady Dimitrescu x reader, Bela Dimitrescu x reader, Cassandra Dimitrescu x reader, Daniela Dimitrescu x reader, Karl Heisenberg x reader, Donna + Angie Benevento x reader, Mother Miranda x reader ( all seperate)

Please enjoy :)

Lady Dimitrescu

Lady Dimitrescu has always respected you and your type of work, especially if said case is very important to you.

But she doesn't approve of you not taking care of yourself. Especially for such long periods of time.

Alcina pasted back and forth, a look of worry and panic rested on her face. Bela, Cassandra and Daniela sat down at the table, watching their mother.

You had agreed to join her and her daughter's for dinner. But, you weren't showing up. It wasn't like you to be this late.

" Maybe (Y/N)'s still sleeping ? " Daniela suggested. Trying to relief some of the stress from her mother.

" Yeah, but (Y/N)'s never stayed in this long. " Cassandra replied while leaning back in her chair.

" Should we check on them mother ? " Bela questioned.

Alcina nodded, " go on. " She spoke as her daughter's transformed into a swarm of flies, the group of bugs then rushed to your room.

She hoped that nothing too serious had happened to you. She would never forgive herself if anything did ever happen to you.

Soon enough her daughter's returned. " Well ?! Are they alright ? " Alcina demanded.

" They were laying on the ground with their eyes closed, we...we weren't too sure if they're- " Before Cassandra could finish her sentence, Alcina was already on her way towards your room.

Thoughts already clouded her mind, on what had happened.

Slamming the doors to your room open as she quickly kenlt down to enter the room.

She was quick to kneel down to your body. She was so scared to touch you. Even if you were alive.

Suddenly, your eyes shot open as you say up, saying something about a game and that it's on.

Both confused and slightly angered. Alcina went to ask you what this was about. But, you were quick to rush out of the room and then the Castle.

Alcina- not wanting you too leave just yet. Chases after you, calling out your name like a parent calling for their child.

" (Y/N)! Where are you going! " She called out. No answer.

Still furious, she resorted to using her mutant form to chase after you.

When she figures out that this was all apart of a case you were figuring out. She yells at you not to do that again- or at least give her a warning!

If you weren't her partner, she would've killed you, for scaring her and not taking care of yourself for three damn days!

Bela Dimitrescu

Bela doesn't quite understand your work and all the cases but she still trys to support you, and possibly help you.

Although, much like her mother she dislikes the idea of you not taking care of your body. I mean, from what she knows is that humans are fragile and need proper care.

Kinda like pets.

Bela hummed a small tune as she made her way to your room. You had agreed to spend the day with her. But you haven't been seen yet, so she was starting to worry.

" (Y/N), are you awake ? " The oldest daughter asked as she stood outside your room. Waiting for an answer.

now, unlike her mother. She didn't hear or know about this ' mind palace ' thing you are able to do.

Thinking that you're busy or still sleeping she went for a small trip around the castle. Trying to take her mind off this.

After some time had passed, she tried again. Knocking on the door she waited. " (Y/N), It's Bela. Do you still want to hang out ? " She asked, feeling a little sad. She honestly thought you forgot.

" Nevermind. We can do something else later. " And with that, Bela disappeared into a swarm of flies and went to find someone to snack on.

More time went by, and Bela was panicking. Usually you'd be awake by this time or at least going for a snack or a drink.

Now out of pure panic. Bela rushed back to your room and opened the door. Whether you were sleeping or not, she wanted to know what the hell you were doing and if you're okay.

Bela nearly passed out when she saw your body on the bed, eyes closed as you showed very little signs of moving. Sighing in relief when she saw your chest move ever so slightly. That's good! This means your alive!

But, you still haven't eaten and all that.

" Hey! (Y/N). Wake up, are you hungry ? " She said while moving closer to your body. A couple bow flies landed near your body, as she was quick to shoo them away.

" I can have the maids make- " she went to speak but that's when you sat up, quicker then a hungry lycan.

" Are you okay ? " She asked- yet again.

You didn't respond as you walked past her while talking about some game.

Bela smiles, she thinks your talking about hunting. So, she follows. " So, what are we hunting this time ? " She spoke while giggling.

She was quick to stop- and move back, when you opened the doors to the front of the castle as you rushed into the village. Frowning, she went to get her mother. Since she isn't able to leave the castle.

When you come back- or when Alcina catches you, she demands that you are to see Bela and explain everything to her.

You obeyed and went to the kitchen first- because, honestly you were starving. Before making your way to Bela.

Bela smiles weakly when she sees you, pulling you into a hug as she then flicks your nose. " Don't do that again. " She murmured before dragging you off too get a snack.

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Much like Bela, Cassandra doesn't really understand your work. She could also probably care less.

I mean. She'll help you out, but she just doesn't understand why it's important.

Cassandra sighed softly, she had just came back from a hunt with her sisters. Thanks to some man-thing they could all eat tonight. So, now she's making her way to your room to tell you that dinner will be ready soon.

Upon reaching your room. She carefully opened the door to your room. " (Y/N), dinner will be ready soon- " she stopped when she saw you laying down. Smiling weakly. Cass, went to lay next to you.

She thought that you had taken a nap, and that you'd wake up soon.

A few hours later and she was still waiting. And no answer from you, she still stayed there.

A couple more hours pass by and Cass had grown bored, and a little worried.

Now, she could hear and see you breathing which did make her relax a bit.

That wasn't what worried her tho, it was that you weren't opening your eyes.

Aside from tasting good, Cass wasn't too sure on how humans worked.

" Hey, hey- (Y/N)! " Cass called out while nudging your shoulder.

She was now trying to wake you up.

She'd lick you, nudge you a few times, she even used the flies but nothing worked!

Leaning over the edge of the bed, like a kitten watching it's prey, she giggled before jumping out, trying her best to scare you. " Rawr! " Waiting for your response- nothing.

Sitting there in defeat with her arms crossed, Cass zoned out for not even a second as she felt the bed dip. Looking over at you as she smiled.

Of course you said something but it fell deaf upon her ears.

She was to excited too see you had awaken.

Following after you, Cass quickly wrapped her arms around your shoulders.

A poor attempt to keep you still for a moment. " Where are you going (Y/N). " She asked.

You were still ignoring her. This made her feel as if she did something bad.

Much like Bela she goes to her mother too help. Since you had left the castle.

When you do return with her mother. She'll ask you a whole bunch of questions.

Some on why you were ignoring her, while others were asking if you were mad at her.

You sighed softly and said you weren't mad, but you had this very important case to finish.

Cass started laughing before dragging you to the kitchen. " Don't do that again, or else I'll break all your stuff.. " She demanded.

Daniela Dimitrescu

Daniela understands very little about your work. And often thinks of it as a very confusing game, then an actual job.

Daniela won't really help, she'll just watch from the side and cheer you on if needed.

Daniela had just finished talking to Donna and Angie about getting some new material for her outfit, seeing as she had ripped it during last week's hunt for that stupid man-thing that was looking for his daughter.

She was more then happy, happy enough to go and tell you.

Turning into files as she rushed towards the library - a place where you usually stayed when doing your fun game. You called a job.

The doors slammed open as she went back to her original form.

With a soft smile, she looked around for you. Only to find you sitting down at a table, almost lifeless as you looked at the wall- with a few books surrounding you.

With a wide smile, Daniela walked towards you and then pulled up a chair next to you.

When she notices that you weren't awake, but still breathing. She smiles.

Unlike her sister's, she won't really wait around all day, I mean. She'll check on you and bring you some food and wine from the cellar. And see if you've moved at all.

On her way to exit the library to bring you another glass of wine, she had stopped when she heard your chair move.

Tuning back to face you, happy as the youngest dimitrescu daughter held her arms open, for a hug.

You had walked passed her, which made her frown.

Following you, Daniela, like her sister's. Was curious to see where you were going, and how you just randomly woke up. After being ' asleep ' for three days.

Noticing you making your way towards the castle's front doors, she tried tackling you, but only managed to keep you still for a few seconds.

" (Y/N)! Talk to me. " She whined. While desperately trying to cling onto your arm.

Quickly letting go and taking a few steps back. When the cold breeze from outside entered the castle.

Annoyed and worried, Daniela rushed off to get her mother. And explaining everything that happened.

When you come back, either from the case or because of Lady. D threatning asking you too.

Daniela tackled/hugged you.

" Why'd you leave!? " She whined softly while clinging onto you. " Why weren't you taking care of yourself ?! " She asked, yet again while looking like a kicked puppy.

Now you felt bad.

Explaining everything to Daniela as you were being dragged towards the kitchen for a snack and drink.

" I get your work is important, but.. Don't do that again, I thought you were mad at me. " She said while pampering you with kisses.

Karl Heisenberg

Even though Heisenberg doesn't understand a damn thing about your line of work. He still respects it, and will give you time too work on it. Since you're the same way with his ' work '.

He might not notice right away that you haven't been seen for the past few days. Because- let's all be honest. He hardly takes any breaks from his own work.

Spending hours upon hours trying fix yet another damn soldat, the cadou had worked but was to weak too bond with whatever stupid villager that had died.

Sighing heavily, Heisenberg leaned back in his seat before standing up and exiting the room. He thought he'd spend some time with you, too feel somewhat better about his newest failed experiment.

Walking around the factory, he couldn't find you. Which was odd.

Normally you weren't to far from him, but now all of a sudden you couldn't be found ?!

Checking the factory once more, he made sure to check certain places. Like his room, your room, the entrance to the factory, etc.

Hell! He even called Lady. D and Mother Miranda. Asking if they've seen you.

" Where the f*ck are you, buttercup ? " Heisenberg called out, as he continued to check each and every room, for any sign of you. " Come on, this isn't funny.. "

Now he was concerned, you weren't the type of person who randomly disappeared. You've always told him where you were going before hand.

Standing in the front of the factory, he was going to go check Donna's place and ask if she had seen you, taking another step. He was quickly stopped by the faint sound of growling followed by metal moving.

Glancing over at a nearby pile of metal that rested in the fields, he noticed a small group of lycans hunched over something.

Curious but also slightly worried. He rushed over to them. And, as the closer he got, he saw small glimpse of your body ?!

Out of rage, he swung his hammer onto one of the lycans, causing it to whimper in pain and limp away.

" F*ck off! All of you! " He growled as the rest of the lycans hesitated before rushing off when nearby piece of metal started floating.

Karl calmed down a bit when he saw you weren't hurt. And was still breathing. But that still didn't explain why the hell you were out here.

Deciding to stay next to you, just in case the lycans decided to come back.

Much like Cassandra, he'll occasionally poke at you or try to wake you up. But when you don't budge, he merely sighed and goes back to waiting.

It's been hours and he was starting to get tired. He ends up dragging you back inside since it was almost night. And because he didn't want the lycans bothering you again. Pacing you onto a chair, Heisenberg turned around for one second to call the Duke for some medicine.

The sound of the chair falling, and footsteps made the mechanic turn around, quick enough to where he probably injured himself.

The next thing he knew. He was rushing after you. Not wanting you to get hurt- he turned towards his mutant form too keep you still for a bit.

Hours after struggling to keep you in his sight, you soon snapped out of this whole game trance crap.

He asks a bunch of questions on why you were sleeping for three goddamn days!! . You replied that it was something related to your work.

" Let's go, pup. " He mumbled, quickly changing the subject. Dragging, you along with him to the Duke for food and a drink. Although, he seemed annoyed. He was relieved you were alright.

Donna Beneviento + Angie

Donna knows very little about your line of work, but respects it. Giving you your space when needed, and trys to help. There for, she's heard- or at least seen you use this ' ability ' of yours.

As, for Angie. She- well, she doesn't know a lot about your work. Much like Daniela, thinks of it like some silly game that people like to play.

So, to say they're both worried about you. (More Angie then Donna) When you haven't left your room. Donna more worried on how your body is.

and Angie worried on if you'll wake up. Your her favorite person ( aside from Donna ), and now you're broken! :( How will she explain this to the other dolls.

While your ' sleeping ' Donna had researched certain medication that might help you when you wake up/finish your job. Meanwhile, Angie and a few other dolls sit outside your door. Like a dog, waiting ever so patiently.

Finally opening your door. Angie scurried towards the side of your bed before jumping on top. " Heeeyyy, (Y/N). " The doll called out.

No answer, made the doll whine softly and retreat back to the door. Angie surprisingly gives you privacy when your ' sleeping '.

Days turned into weeks, and Angie was still at the front of your door. Still peaking in every now and then.

" Angie. For the last time, (Y/N), isn't dying. " Donna said, trying to convince her that you were still breathing.

Angie huffed slightly and waddled back to Donna.

Days turned into weeks and Donna was currently occupied by another meeting with the others. Angie had volunteered to stay with you just in case you had woken up.

Angie sat across from your bed and watched you like a cat.

" Donna needs to hurry up! In case you do wake up. " The doll complained as some of the other dolls started to join in the watch.

Angie stood up and went to adjust the blanket that had covered you. And that's when you were starting to wake up.

Dropping the blankets side, Angie giggled and practically jumped onto you. " (Y/N)!! Your awake finally, now we wait for Donna! "

" Wait. Where are we going? " Angie confused to why you aren't saying anything. Had the other dolls hold you down while she rushed to see where Donna was.

You easily pushed past the dolls that continued to tug and hold onto your legs and ankles, struggling to keep you in place.

By the time Donna had returned, Angie wouldn't stop rambling about what happened while shouting at her to return home.

On her way home, they had ran into you, you waved at them before paying The Duke for a container of freshly made food. The other dolls still clinging onto you.

Donna merely sighed softly before walking over to you. She apologized while walking back home.

Mother Miranda

Unlike the other lords and the daughters. Miranda knows a lot on your job and the case your working on.

Along with your ' mind palace ' ability is quite interesting to her. She's also not stupid enough to believe that your dead.

Your still breathing and seem pretty healthy, perhaps a bit skinner from not eating. But that can easily be fixed when you wake.

She just like you, is very busy with her work. And this may lead to her forgetting to check up on you.

If she does happen to forget she'll simply have one of the other lords check on you.

When she is able to check on you, she'll gently press her hand against your neck. To check both your breathing and pulse.

Miranda will write down any new signs of you waking up. Even if it's the smallest thing. From mumbling to your breathing increasing.

She won't bring you any food because that's a waste, she will bring medicine for when you wake up.

Running out of ideas so this'll be a bit rushed

Speaking of when you wake up and leave wherever she's keeping you.

Miranda will either watch you as a flock of crows or morph into a villager. Making sure your not harmed during the case.

If she thinks it's too dangerous for you. She'll simply one of her mutant form(s) and fix or destroy whatever the issue was.

When you return/finish the case. She'll greet you with a meal and drink placed on a table.

" sit down and eat, pet. You've been sleeping for to long. " She orderd, gesturing to the table. You smile and obey.

#lady demitrescu x reader #bela dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu #karl heisenberg x reader #donna beneviento x reader #angie beneviento x reader #mother miranda x reader #re8 lords x reader #re8 headcanons #re8 x reader #this took longer than i thought #anyway enjoy #hope this was good #hope you enjoy this #x reader

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Ch 9 - The Top Hat Job

Series Rewrite Masterlist 

Pairing: Eliot Spencer x Ford!Reader

Description: The team has to play as magicians to get into a food company that has contaminated food on the shelves. *Disclaimer: I know next to nothing about magic, so don't come for me*

Words: 5377

A/n: So I've burned through my stock of chapters after this and I've been having a bit of a tough time for the next couple of weeks. I've got final weeks and then surgery to fix my wrecked knee, I want to get back to this as soon as possible, but I'm not sure when that will be. Thank you all for reading this far, it means so much to me!

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While Nate and Sophie were downstairs in the pub meeting with the client. I was watching as Eliot, Hardison, and Parker were starting recon on the target: Lillian foods. From what brief background we already had, their frozen food was contaminated, but one of the higher-ups calculated the risk and said that the amount of deaths was acceptable relative to cost in lawsuits vs pulling the food off the shelves. So, a real dirtbag, like all the rest of them. 

Hardison and I were in Nate’s apartment monitoring all of the tech stuff while Eliot and Parker were doing the leg work. Eliot was posing as a pizza delivery man with comms and a button cam, going into the heart of the beast. We watched as he approached the front desk where a pretty brunette sat taking phone calls. 

“Her name is Katie,” Hardison told him as he balanced a tennis ball on his forehead casually, “Likes wild horses, dislikes vanilla toothpaste.”

“Please stop talking,” Eliot responded. 

I laughed a bit, “The fact you can find those things is wild.”

“Hey,” Eliot greeted the receptionist, and I could hear the smile in his voice, “How ya doin’?”

She didn’t respond to him, only lifting a finger signaling for him to wait a moment. 

He turned away from her in a way that I could visualize him leaning against the counter. “Oh, I’m so in,” he said a bit cockily.

My smile soured a bit, remembering just how much of an eye for pretty chicks Eliot had.

“Hey Eliot, what’s that blocking your button cam?” Hardison asked him. I furrowed my brow, as while it was a bit warped because of how small it was, it wasn’t too bad. That was until Hardison finished his thought, “Oh yeah, it’s your ego!”

That made me smile a bit again before moving it along, “Parker? Whatcha got?”

“First ten floors are free climbing heaven, but after that, it's a slip and slide,” she responded easily before a random person started to vaguely harass her, saying she had pretty hair. 

“Uh, Parker, maybe don’t stay next to that person.”

I didn’t get a response from her as Nate and Sophie walked in bickering.

“When was the last time you had a date?” Sophie asked him which caught my attention. “A real date… with food?”

“Stop,” Nate responded before his attention turned to us, “Hardison…”

“I don’t think that counts,” Sophie commented before turning to me to answer her question.

I only shook my head to indicate that it had been a long time. 

“Are you running recon on Lillian Foods?” he asked us. 

“Uh, yeah?” Hardison responded for the both of us. 

“Don’t you think you should consult with me first?”

“Did he just…?”

“We do this all the time, Nate,” Sophie defended. 

“Hey, look man, where do you think all my intel comes from? For the last time, there is no blueprint fairy.”

“Yeah, well, I want you to pull them out. Do it now,” Nate told him as he poured himself a cup of coffee. 

“Why? What’s up?” I asked him. He seemed a bit more strict than a usual job.

“Look, we know what we’re doing, man. It’s a food company,” Hardison rebuffed. 

“No, you don’t. No. Not with a place like this. You don’t know what you’re doing,” Nate insisted. 

I watched on the screen as Eliot started to get escorted away, “Eliot?”

“Give it exactly two seconds before this becomes a train wreck.”

And just like that Eliot responded, “Hardison, we’ve got a problem.”

“What kind of problem?” He asked. 

“They’re MRI-ing my pizza and their stance says ex-CIA.” 

“You could tell somebody worked for the CIA just from how they stand?” Hardison asked before I could. 

“It’s a very distinctive stance,” he whispered back. 

I watched anxiously as a bunch of red flags and alerts popped up on Hardison’s screens. Hardison started to hack back with a vengeance to try and take back some control. I had faith in him, but the beeping and buzzing and flashing lights really didn’t make me feel better. Suddenly it took a turn for the worse where the screens said system lock out. 

“Uh, Eliot, I think you should get out of there,” I said into the comms before the power in Nate’s apartment went out. 

“Right now,” Hardison added on. 

I glanced back to where Nate was sitting at the kitchen table with his hands raised as if to say, ‘see? This is what happens.’

“I’m working on it,” Eliot responded, accompanied with the sounds of fighting. “Parker, I’m comin’ out hot.”

“Okay, all clear out here. Just me-” she started to respond before the same person from earlier’s voice came through. 

“Copy that, I think I got one out here, too.”

“Parker, did you stay next to that guy? That doesn’t sound good,” I commented, partially to her, but mostly myself. 

It sounded like Eliot got through the worst of his escape as he whispered, supposedly to the receptionist, “I’ll call ya.”

I rolled my eyes to myself, of course he would do that. 

“You know when I said you had pretty hair?” the guy next to Parker asked, “I was lying.”

I gagged, what a creep.

“Yeah, well, so was I when I said you didn’t… wait, damn it.” Parker responded before it sounded like she made her escape. 

“Hardison?” Nate asked him after a little bit. 

“Wait for it,” he said as he typed on his keyboard before the lights came back on. “See? There wasn’t no problem. I mean, I had it under control.”

He rambled on for a little bit longer, clearly flustered, as I laid my head back against the chair I was sitting in, letting out a sigh of relief that it was okay. 

Later, when Eliot and Parker were able to make it back to the apartment, we sat around the kitchen table as Nate talked to us. I was still trying to figure out if he was going to chew us out or be nice and just explain what went wrong. 

“So, pizza delivery guy was your big plan?”

“You know what man?” Hardison said, “It was recon, okay? Information gathering has historically been a very safe and peaceful business. It was a food company! Wasn’t like they were making weapons.” 

I glanced at Eliot as he shifted an ice pack he was holding to his arm. 

“Listen,” Nate said, “I’ve worked insurance for companies like this. Anyone gets their hands on the company’s food patents could cost them billions. And by the way? The guard that stuff better than defense contractors.” Nate explained. 

Hardison looked at me in disbelief, but I shook my head, “Hey, I didn’t know that.”

Parker poked at Eliot’s arm, “does that hurt?”

“Yeah.”

“Well that explains all the ex-spooks hanging around the lobby then,” Sophie commented. 

“You know what?” Hardison said a bit aggressively, “Ya live and ya learn.”

“No. I lived, alright,” Eliot cut in, “You sat behind a computer and acted like Kool Moe Dee.”

“What’d you call me? Kool Moe Dee? Like you even know anything about Kool Moe Dee. I was gathering very crucial information.”

“Does that hurt?” Parker poked Eliot again.

“Yeah.”

“How about now?”

“Alright!” I stood from my seat and smacked my hands on the table, a little overstimulated with all the arguing, which stopped it. “Parker, please stop poking Eliot, assume that it hurts. Eliot, we are very glad you lived, and Hardison…” I sighed, the little bit of adrenaline that I had worn off already, “what crucial information did you happen to gather in this train wreck?”

“Yes,” Nate said, backing me up a bit as I slowly sat back down, “How about you share that crucial information with the rest of us.”

I glanced up at Eliot who was looking at me with a softer expression, but I looked back down at the table, my hands in my hair.

“You know what?” Hardison answered Nate, “You ain’t said nothin’ but a word.” He pulled a remote out of his pocket, starting up the screens. 

We all started to make our way to the living room to hear what Hardison had gathered.

“Hey, you heard y/n, stop it,” Eliot said to Parker after she poked him one more time. 

“Eliot, what are you doing?” Nate asked, walking around the table towards him. 

“She’s poking me,” he replied, watching as he came closer. “Don’t man…” He said, shrugging him off as Nate grabbed his hurt arm too, rubbing it in a little more. 

I chuckled, “Come on Eliot, I’ll protect you from the meanies.” I walked ahead of him and was pleasantly surprised when he sat down so I was next to his injured arm.

He tapped his knee to mine, “you better.”

I tried to fight the smile that was growing a bit too wide as Hardison began the briefing. 

“Lillian Foods is the third largest food company in the world. Last year it made 12 billion dollars,” Hardison started. “This is the vice president of the frozen food division, Erik Casten. Erik with a K, Casten with a C.”

“How is that relevant?” Nate asked. 

“Oh,” Parker answered, “Eric with a C, nice and friendly. Erik with a K, evil.”

“I mean, she has a point,” I corroborated. 

“I didn’t know that,” Sophie commented. 

“Everybody knows that,” Parker replied.

“According to Dr. Jameson,” Hardison continued, “Erik with a K is trying to cover up salmonella in the frozen dinners so his division doesn’t have to pay out for the recall.”

“That’s why I grow my own food,” Eliot said next to me.

“How do you find the time?” Sophie asked. 

“You make time. I only sleep 90 minutes a day.”

“I didn’t know that,” I whispered to him, “The growing your own food part. That’s super cool. I only have a basil plant on my window sill. But I don’t think that that little sleep is good for you.”

“The basil’s a good start,” he whispered back, not addressing my sleep comment. 

I could never tell what the next thing I was going to learn about him was. I’ve started to seriously wonder what this man couldn’t do. I already knew that failing to steal my attention was not on that seemingly shorter list. 

“So what we have to do is, we have to get a hold of Casten’s report and make it public,” Nate said. “It’s on the servers. How do we get into the building?”

“I think pizza delivery guy is off the table, for the record,” I commented, nudging my knee against Eliot’s, purposefully avoiding his gaze, but I heard him huff a laugh anyway. 

“I am so far ahead of you, man, it’s scary,” Hardison told Nate. “Look, I can’t hack their system from the outside, so I sent a Trojan phone. It’s hacker 101.”

I pulled out my phone, “Oh, if this is a course, should I be taking notes?”

“You might as well be,” Hardison answered before continuing, “What I did was messenger a smartphone with an extended battery to an employee that’s on vacation. The package sits in the mail room. It scans for wireless and bluetooth access points. Unfortunately, even their internal servers are locked down like the CIA. So all I was able to get was employee emails.”

“Oh, anything useful there?” Sophie asked. 

“Oh yeah, you know what?” Hardison sat on the edge of his seat, leaning towards her, “Marie from Payroll has a crush on Steve from Accounts Receivable.”

She and I were more invested in this gossip then we probably should have been. 

Hardison pulled up a picture of a shirtless below average guy, “Look, that’s Steve right there on his vacation in Florida from a month ago.”

“She likes him? Really?” Parker asked half-heartedly, voicing my own thoughts as well. 

“Oh yeah. That man is a sexy man-beast right there” Hardison half insisted before moving onto the next piece of gossip. “Now, Shannon and Chris from Marketing, they got a little fight going on with Lauren from Ads.”

“Office politics,” Sophie concluded, “God. It’s lucky we don’t have that.”

Eliot and I shared a look that showed we were both skeptical of that. It was just different kinds of politics. 

“Everybody’s up in there complaining about this state of the company thing tomorrow,” Hardison continued, “And Brian from IT-”

“That’s it right there,” Nate cut in, “That’s our way in.”

“Brian from IT?” Hardison asked, “No, he is not a team player.”

“No no no no no,” Nate responded, “That’s our way in… yeah. Yeah yeah. That’s it. The state of the company meeting. Here we go.”

“What is that?” Eliot asked, “I don’t know what that is.”

“Me neither,” Parker said. 

“It’s like State of the Union?” Hardison offered. 

“What is that?” Sophie asked as well.

“Nate,” I said, “You’re the only one here who’s had like a traditional corporate job. Even with me, the places I worked never did that.”

“Oh right, right,” Nate said, finally understanding, “You guys have never had real jobs.”

The rest answered in the affirmative while I gave him a pointed look. He nodded apologetically as if to say, ‘I know you did, but yeah.’

“Alright,” Nate began to explain, “so when I used to work for IYS we would do this all the time. The company, big companies, they make their employees sit for an entire day listening to these boring speeches, lame entertainment, bad food. It’s…” 

Parker huffed a sigh, “I’m so glad I don’t live in the real world.”

I nodded in agreement.

“It’s mandatory,” Nate added. “It’s the only time that all the employees are away from their desks at the same time.”

“Alright, so we go in as caterers. We download the report while everyone’s chucking back the mini quiches. Easy,” Sophie concluded. 

“No,” Hadison contradicts, “see, it’s a food company. All the catering is in house. The only outsiders involved in the whole big operation are the entertainment.”

“And who would that be?” Nate asked.

“Oh, you gonna love this… It’s a magician.”

Nate perked up, looking at me, “ah…”

I, in turn, deflated, “no…”

The now former entertainment was a magician, and from what Hardison told us, he was pretty slimy. A couple of sexual harassment charges didn’t help. It didn’t take much for Hardison and Parker to dismantle his show and get him arrested for punching Hardison in the face. 

The next day Sophie called Lillian Foods to explain the problem and give us an in to replace ‘Chronos the Magnificent.’ Nate went in first as ‘head magician’ talking to the head of security.

“Harry Turner,” he said, handing the security guard a business card. 

“The magician, I know.”

“Illusionist,” Nate corrected, “Magicians do kid’s parties. I do Fortune 500 companies.” He waved us over, “Uh, right this way gang.”

“Woah, and who are these people?” The security guard asked. 

“Oh, this is my team, I believe you spoke with my manager, this is Nell Carver,” he waved towards Sophie who was rolling in a cart of supplies before introducing the rest of us, “my illusions designer, Frank Brunner, my lovely assistant Clea, and of course my beloved apprentice Miss Birdie.” 

I fought to not roll my eyes at Nate introducing me as such, hoping we could get past security without me blowing it. 

Hardison stepped forward towards the guard, “Hey man, I hope you have a doctor in the house, because this man right here is gonna blow your mind.”

“Alright, come on, we’re on a very tight schedule,” Nate said as he started to walk forward. 

“Nothing gets in or out of this building without being scanned,” the guard said, stopping him. 

“These crates contain my illusions, my life. I’m not gonna reveal my secrets. Come on.”

“That’s not my problem, is it?”

“I’ll take care of this,” Sophie said, stopping Nate from continuing, “Mr. Markland, I’m sure we can figure something out. It’s not possible-”

“Let’s pull up the van, Frank, and let's get out of here,” Nate said. 

“Harry, are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

Then an older man walked up to the commotion we were making, “what is going on here?”

“Mr. Price, sir, this is…” the guard started.

Nate turned and introduced himself with a business card, “Harry Turner, illusionist extraordinaire, you are Mr. Price, CEO of this company?”

“I am, what’s going on here?”

“I would like very much, sir, to give your people a wonderful show, but your doorman here would like to look at our boxes of illusions and destroy the illusion.”

I bit my lip to try not to laugh at the obvious manipulation that Nate was pulling, particularly with the context of us being magicians. I never would have dreamed of us being in a situation like this.

“Markland, just lighten up, will ya?” the CEO asked. “It’s a magic show for Pete’s sake.”

Nate repeated him as he followed Mr. Price and led us through security into the building. 

Once we were on stage Nate said, “Okay, we’re clear, let him out.”

Harison opened the giant upright box to let Eliot out. He was dressed in his black stealth related outfit with a beanie on his head that I liked a little too much. He held a classic white rabbit and hat in his arms and carefully stepped around a bird cage at his feet when getting out. 

“It’s a good job you’re not claustrophobic Eliot.” Sophie commented. 

“I was when I was a kid,” Eliot said, shoving the rabbit into Nate’s hands, “take this damn thing.”

“Really? How’d you get over it?” Parker asked while taking the rabbit as Nate handed it to her.

“I locked myself in a woodshed behind my house for a couple nights. After that I was fine.”

I looked at him in disbelief, pausing my task of unpacking the bird cage and checking on the birds inside, “That is the worst form of exposure therapy I have ever heard of… Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“That is so funny,” Parker said, “I was scared of the dark and did the exact same thing.” She then relayed a story of how her friends buried her alive in a wood chest when she was a kid.

“That is not the same thing,” Eliot responded. “What’s wrong with you?”

“I take it back Eliot, Parker’s is worse.” There were moments like this where I questioned where my life path has taken me to get to the point where my friends are these people. Then I remember that it is my own damn fault for willingly following Nate’s hard left turn in life. I shrugged to myself before continuing to prepare.

“So, you’re actually enjoying this,” Sophie said to Nate. 

“You know, being a magician, it’s the next best thing to being a con artist, you know? It’s all about misdirection and control.”

“So no one actually told you that you can’t control life. You see, this is why you’re not in a relationship.”

“No, Sophie, I’m just very focused on my work right now. You know, I was out of control before. Now I’m in control, it's a good thing.”

Hardison turned to me, “You do not seem very pleased about this, but you are kinda confident right now, so I’m confused.”

I glanced at him as I kept unpacking stuff, “Uh, yeah, because when I was in middle school, Nate and I went through a magic phase where we worked together and learned a lot of this stuff. We got pretty good at it, not gonna lie…” I then pointedly said, “Though I don’t understand why I have to go by Miss Birdie like I did when I was like 12 and Nate can’t go by Monsieur Kitty!”

“Do you hear yourself right now, y/n?” Nate asked.

“Yes, and I can be petty when I want to be, you’re using my childhood nickname against me.”

“So you know how to do all this magic stuff?” Eliot asked.

“Absolutely,” Nate answered, “Positively, yeah. It’s all about the rabbit. You know having… by the way, where’s the rabbit,” he asked, turning around before shrugging it off. “Hardison, let’s go over the plan.”

We all gathered around Hardison as he started to outline the plan. As he did so, I couldn’t help but notice how my heart was beating faster than it should be. I knew I was nervous about this, the stage, performance, how much the team was relying on this distraction, and every little thing that had to go right, but I maybe didn’t realize how much until we were here and I took the moment to stop.

“Okay, the show opens with our friend Erik Casten delivering the state of the company speech,” Hardison said. “The speech is scheduled to last an hour, giving myself, Eliot, and Parker enough time to go down to the server room, hack the servers, download the report, and get back downstairs.”

“So, massively there will be no magic show,” Sophie said. 

This helped calm my nerves a little bit, but something in my gut told me something was going to go wrong.

“Oh no, there might be a magic show. Absolutely,” Nate said which counteracted Sophie’s statement and its effects. “We might want to treat these people to the illusionist extraordinaire!”

Eliot and Nate laughed a bit as Nate bowed to the empty auditorium. I tried to laugh with them, but all that came out was a shaky breath. To counteract this, I turned my attention back to the props, including the birds, and pantomimed the motions of making them appear and disappear. I vaguely heard Sophie say something about Nate getting a girlfriend, but I was too focused on practicing the few tricks that I remembered. 

My gut turned out to be right, unfortunately. Instead of giving an hour long speech, Erik Casten’s speech was barely five, keeping it ‘short and sweet.’

“...and let’s give a warm welcome to… Harry Turner, illusionist extraordinaire,” Erik finished. 

“Shit,” I said, mostly to myself. 

“That’s you,” Sophie realized. “Hey, you’re on.”

“Parker, I need my assistant,” Nate said into the comms, as the other three were somewhere in the building going to hack the servers. 

“How come Parker gets to be the assistant?” she asked. 

“How come Nate gets to be the magician?” Hardison asked. “I do card tricks too. I do great card tricks.”

The rest of them were bickering over comms, asking about doing each other's jobs, while the stage was sitting empty. I eventually shoved past Sophie and Nate to get on stage, ignoring the nerves and my rapidly beating heart. I approached the center of the stage and looked at the crowd of people sitting in the previously empty auditorium.

“Hello Lillian Foods!” I said, trying to decide if the waver in my voice was noticeable to anyone else. “As you might suspect, I don’t quite fit the name ‘Harry Turner.’”

To my relief, the crowd laughed a bit which drowned out the bickering still going on in my ear. 

“To everyone’s relief, as well as my own, that is not my name. I am Harry’s apprentice. You may call me Miss Birdie.” The thought of changing my stage name crossed my mind, but I thought it was easier this way. As some people in the crowd said hi to me, using the name, it made me smile. “I think I am on the same page as most of you when expecting a big long speech from your vice-president. And while you may all have been relieved…” 

The crowd cheered and laughed as they could see where this was going. 

“My mentor was not as prepared as he should have been to be on stage this soon, that is where I come in. I’m sure any interns in the audience know the feeling.”

That got a particularly large roar from the crowd. I glanced off stage where Nate and Sophie were arguing still, though not as much as before. Nate gave a pointed eyeroll and shrug at me which encouraged me to continue. 

“I must apologize as I am a little more familiar with close up magic, so let me know if you can’t see anything and I’ll try to make it work. Do you see what is in my hand?” I raised my hand to show some quarters pinched between my fingers. 

The crowd responded in the affirmative before I continued. I did some subtle disappearing tricks before making them reappear with the exception of one. 

“Hmm, it seems I lost a quarter somewhere… Any ideas?”

The crowd booed a bit with the skeptics yelling out where the quarter could be. ‘In your hand! In your pocket!’ etc etc. 

“In my pocket?” I asked, I pulled out my pockets inside out and a few coins came out. “There's some coins, but they look like pennies to me, how about my coat pockets?” I took my blazer jacket off and shook it upside down. A comically large amount of pennies fell out of it. “I need some help examining all these coins… Is there a Dave Bickle in the audience today?”

There was some cheering in one corner as he stood up. 

“Dave, do you mind coming up here and helping me?” He started to walk over before I added, “Bring your coffee, I know you can’t live without it.” 

The crowd chuckled as he came up, coffee in hand. I asked him if he saw my missing quarter anywhere in the spread coins, which he said no. When he wasn’t paying attention, I was able to slip the ‘missing’ quarter in his coffee mug. I was glad it was a mug rather than a covered cup or tumbler, which made it easier. I made sure there was no splash and that it was out of sight for most of the audience. 

“Well, I guess I’m too good at making things disappear, but not great at making them come back… You know something about that, especially with coffee, huh, Dave?” I knew I was milking this bit, but Mr. Price didn’t give us much to work with for crowd work. When Dave laughed and took a sip of his coffee he came out with the quarter in his mouth. I held up my handkerchief to take it back from him, “Oh! You found it, thanks, that’s my bus money for later!”

The crowd laughed and gave a little applause as Dave went back to his seat. I glanced over to Nate to see Parker had joined him and Sophie backstage. I took this as an okay for me to finish up since they seemed a bit more prepared now. 

I quickly introduced Nate as Harry Turner and had him come on stage for his performance. He graciously brought me a broom to sweep up all of my pennies so they wouldn’t interfere later.

“That was really good, y/n! You have all the skills of a pickpocket with sleight of hand, why didn’t you mention it earlier?” Sophie congratulated me once I got off stage. 

“I have blocked out those memories up until yesterday and to be completely honest, I can only half hear you over the blood pumping in my ears right now, how is everything else going?” I kind of laughed to myself, I couldn’t believe I had done that. As I picked up the coins from the floor I could see that my hands were still shaking. 

“That’s natural after being in front of a lot of people, we’ll get you trained up as a grifter and thief in no time!”

I smiled at her sentiment, but didn’t encourage it. As I slowly calmed down I could hear that things were not going great upstairs; Erik had the same idea as we did: accessing the server room while everyone was downstairs. Except he was deleting the files we were trying to access. 

Hardison and Eliot were able to make it up to a higher level to gain access to the computers but they needed higher clearance authorization to gain access. Nate was able to gain Mr. Price’s fingerprints by simulating a trick on stage, but then Hardison said we needed him for retina scanners as well. Nate caused Mr. Price to ‘disappear’ in a magic box by switching it out for an empty one. Sophie and I pushed the box Mr. Price was in to the elevator and shipped him up to Eliot and Hardison. 

It wasn’t long after Sophie and I returned to the backstage that Hardison gave an ‘uh oh’ in addition to the fact that Erik had deleted all of the files before he could get to them.

“Uh oh? What do you mean uh oh?” Eliot asked.

I heard a security guard demand that he get out of the elevator.

“Oh. That uh oh.”

Sophie and I looked at each other in worry and returned to the elevator as we heard Eliot beat up some guards. 

The elevator opened and Eliot stepped out over the guards, “Show’s over. We’re blown.”

“Nate, bring down the curtain,” Sophie said. 

“We’ve got to go!” I added. 

The three of us made our escape and listened for the others to do so. We all made it out with the exception of Hardison who had been caught in the locked junction room where he accessed the servers. They had brought Hardison out of the building to try and find the rest of us when Parker swiped Erik’s phone. 

Nate proceeded to call one of the guards and talk to Erik on his own cell phone and blackmail him into removing the frozen food line that was contaminated off the shelves. He did so by planting the company’s patents on Erik’s phone. The client was there to stick the final nail in the coffin by informing Mr. Price and getting Erik fired.

When we rendezvoused at Nate’s apartment, the rest of us were unwinding and eating dinner while Nate continued to research clients… Working. 

Sophie voiced her concern about him.

Eliot shrugged her off saying that he’s fine. The fact that we pulled this one off proof that he’s at the top of his game. 

“Well that’s the problem. He keeps winning.” Sophie said, “And everytime he wins he believes a little bit more that he can control… life.”

“It’s what gets him through the day,” he replied. 

“What happens when he loses? The last time he lost, it broke him. He breaks again… I don’t think even we can pick up the pieces.”

I didn’t know what to say to that since I thought she might be right. Instead, I stood and moved to the fridge behind Eliot to see if there was anything there that tickled my fancy. Eliot followed me with his box of takeout, leaning against the counter beside me. 

“Do you want some of this Kung Pao?”

I looked at it for a second before grabbing some chopsticks off the counter and grabbing a bite.

“So, you really know some of that magic stuff, huh? I heard it over comms, the crowd was digging it,” Eliot said between bites.

I laughed, “Yeah, a little bit.” I took another bite before saying, “I didn’t get to do my signature trick though.”

“Oh yeah?” He smiled, “show me.”

I thought about it for a second before obliging him. I moved to tuck some hair behind his ear, a slight misdirection. He watched me closely, eyebrow raising slightly at my movement. When my hand was slightly out of his sight, I flipped my wrist and released the dove that was sleeping comfortably in my sleeve. It made a louder rustling noise than I had anticipated, but he didn’t even flinch. I pulled my hand back so I could show him the bird sitting on my finger.

He smiled as he looked at it. He then looked between me and Nate, “birdie.”

I nodded, “Birdie, but he’s the only one that can call me that.”

He laughed and stroked the bird, “That’s alright. I’ll stick to sweetheart.”

A/n: Reblogs and comments are welcome and encouraged! Thank you for reading!

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[suhnandmoon]

my minecraft boyfriend: character eighteen: a long dinner

written part under the cut

The dinner went by smoothly- well, from your perspective. You were oblivious to the tension between your best friend and boyfriend. At least you pretended to be.

Sure, you had felt the friction between the two boys, but you had managed to convince yourself that it wasn’t there. What reason did they have to dislike each other after Sunghoon was so intent on apologizing?

“Listen, Jisung. I know we started off on the wrong foot, but I wanna apologize for how I acted a few days ago.. I hope we’re able to get past that, I really don’t want it to be awkward between us!” Sunghoon laughed as Jisung blinked in disbelief. This wasn’t the same hostility Jisung had gotten over messages. The boy hoped that your friend was telling him the truth.

He gave a hesitant smile before replying, “Don’t worry about it, Sunghoon. I feel the same! I hope we’re about to get over our rough first impressions.”

With that, you clapped your hands together, excited that they seemed to be civil with each other. The dinner continued with your chattering and the boys joining in occasionally to add their comments.

“Oh yeah. Jisung, we’re finishing our movie marathon on Friday.. I forgot to mention but we wanted to let you know that you’re welcome to join back!” You brought up as the three of you awaited your meal to arrive. You knew you had to keep up different conversation topics or else a wave of awkward silence would plague your table.

“Really? Should I bring my Ravenclaw throw blanket to keep with the movie night theme? I should really give it to you though, you’re the Ravenclaw, not me.” Jisung let out a laugh and you followed soon after. 

With a confused smile Sunghoon spoke up, “I thought you were a Gryfindoor? You act more like one!” 

“No, she fits Ravenclaw more, don’t you think? Also blue looks good on you!” Your boyfriend nudged you in the last part causing you to giggle. 

“Jisung’s right.. Though I haven’t thought about it recently!” You swiftly checked the time on your phone, “I’m going to head to the bathroom before the food gets here. Can you watch my stuff for me?”

After you walked off, out of ear shot, a frown appeared on Sunghoons face. “Hey, I noticed this when we first met, but can you stop acting like you know her better than I do? It's kind of weird, it seems a little competitive..” 

Jisung only blinked at him in disbelief. Sunghoon had spoken like he seriously meant it, which made Jisung question if he even realized how much of an asshole he was being.. He didn’t even know how to respond, in fear of further getting on his bad side. As he meekly apologized, he sunk into his chair in relief when you arrived.

 It was going to be a long dinner,,,,

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[aceoflights]

Alright, so, exactly one person said that I should do a long post about my thoughts on this scene. And that's literally all I needed. So, here I go, I guess. I'll try to be coherent.

This scene (and honestly Colin in this episode in general) really hit something deep in me as a queer person. I think it touched on something that I haven't seen a lot of media touch on in that way, but that I and a lot of other queer people have experienced

So, let's get into the scene, specifically Colin's reactions to everything.

I couldn't find gifs for everything I'm talking about, so here's the scene.

At first they're just talking about how cool Zava is and how much they admire him. And everything is fine. Until Richard calls Zava sexy, and Isaac's response is "Sounds a bit gay, bruv". And yeah, he's not saying "I hate gay people". But look at him and how he acts. He says it with a laugh. In a "you're being weird" way. Now, my point here is not to say that Isaac is homophobic. He is however referring to being gay as kinda weird, funny and almost a bit absurd. Y'know, the kind of jokes straight people make when they think there are only other straight people in the room. This is what closeted people live through every day.

I'm actually gonna put some tags from one of my other posts here. Because, yeah, exactly.

#I watched a few cishet reactions to the episode and #the way they Did Not understand the locker room scene #like that wasn't a funny 'joking with the gay guy' moment #that was a moment of 'we are all straight and the joke IS a gay guy' #like Colin is living in that liminal space of #okay maybe they aren't outright homophobic but they sure aren't openly accepting #and any change to that status quo may potentially make things Very Dangerous #so he just Isn't going to challenge that at all (@king-kal)

#stop acting like its all okay #this is exactly what makes it terrifying to come out #and what gaslights people into believing thier pain isn't real #because yes theres more blatant and explicit homophobia out there #but this does real damage too #and its fucking hard to know where youll be safe when the people around you give no indication that theyd accept anyone queer (@not-a-cheese-thief)

#however much they love him there has been absolutely nothing about them in relation to queer people that indicate they’d be #supportive and accepting #you really just never know which is partly why coming out is so terrifying (@theoneandonlypigeon)

Now, let's have a look at Colin. As soon as Issac says that, he has Colin's full attention. He turns his head, his eyes are on Isaac. And he looks kinda scared. Anticipating. He's listening intently.

When you're closeted, and the topic of queerness is mentioned, especially if someone who matters is around, like a friend, you pay attention. You pay attention to what they say, to how they react. To figure out what they think about queer people. What they would think about you if they knew. Would they treat you differently? Would they start to dislike you even? Or would they maybe be supporting?

As a closeted queer person you can never be sure if you're safe. As some of the tags above have pointed out, nobody is saying anything overtly homophobic here, but nobody is saying anything to indicate they would be supportive either. So really Colin doesn't have any more information about how they would react to him coming out than he did before.

Then Richard says "Well I'm gay". And everyone turns around to him and is like "huh?". Except for Colin. Colin doesn't turn around. He actually turns more forward. He tilted his head in Richards direction when he started talking. But when he finished his sentence Colin looked straight ahead. And imma be honest here, I'm not really that good at analysing facial expressions, and this might well be me overanalysing. But the way I'm reading what's going on here is the following. Colin actively faces forward to not seem that interested in Richards possible gayness. his eyes also widen and then tart around for a second. Which to me reads as, like, "wait, what? could there actually be another queer person on the team?".

I'm not gonna get into Richard actually being possibly gay. Here's a post about that, if you're interested. (Not saying that's what I believe necessarily, but I saw the post and felt it necessary to include)

Then, of course "for Zava". And Colin laughs. But holy shit it's such a fake laugh. Like, I'm serious, watch that scene again and pay attention to Colin's laugh. It it so fake.

While they're talking about "men with charisma that transcends orientation", nothing all that interesting happens.

And then, Colin's joke.

Immediately after he finishes his sentence, he looks anticipating again, in a slightly different way. A short moment of "should I not have said that? Could it give them a hint about me?". Then the others start to laugh and Colin smiles along. He's accomplished his mission. He's blending in. He's a chameleon.

#he's part of the team #but his queerness also isolates him #separates him from them #this is my first ever long post so i'm sorry if it sucks or doesn't make sense #i hope it does tho (make sense that is) #and i hope you can't tell that i'm sleep deprived lol #long post #colin hughes #queer #gay #ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers #ted lasso s3 #ted lasso season 3

[blueroan-equestrian]

Surreal

Starts as a narrative before switching to first person

Neteyam watched as some of the young Navi file in to be taught how to participate in the war games. But one new comer caught his eye. She was around his age, he actually recognized her. She wasn’t a late bloomer but rather a healer. She had helped him many times after these sorts events. What was she doing here? Did his mother send her here? She has been pestering him to talk to her about a certain something but he just couldn’t find the words. Guess he’s going to have to figure it out…He began to edge around the crowd making his way to her. She was blissfully unaware aware of his advances as she chatted with the young Navi. Her hair fell down her back in lustrous waves, scattered braids through out her hair. Her top beaded and feathered over her chest her frame delicate and her loincloth was woven in an intricate pattern. Neteyam was drawn to her like a Shimmyfly is to nectar. Soon he was right up on her. She turned to him with a bright smile. “Neteyam, it is good to see you.” She gestured a I see you.

He returned the gesture, “It is good to see you too. What are you doing here?”

Her eye brows shot up, “what? Can’t I broaden my horizons?”

“Of course you can… but I thought you disliked the war games.”

“I can dislike them but still want to be able to be able defend my people if the time comes.”

Neteyam shook his head, “okay I see. Well maybe you should stick with me for this round. I can show you the ropes, and make sure one of our finest healers doesn’t get hurt.”

She smiled softly in a way that made Neteyam’s heart flutter. Luckily for Neteyam, his father also saw this as an opportunity for the two to bond and allowed for him not only to be on the same team but allowed him to “guide” the girl.

After the games with very little hiccups, Neteyam found himself looking for any excuse to keep the attention of the beautiful healer. He could already see it in his minds eye her belly swollen with his seed. The baby they would create would be gorgeous.

(Y/n) looked up at Neteyam through her long lashes, “Neteyam?”

His heart skipped a beat hearing her speak his name in such a way, “Yes?”

“I was wondering… since you have taken such good care of me, if you would care to join me for dinner?” She bit her lip flirtatiously.

Neteyam’s breath hitches, “I would be honored to join you.”

(Y/n) pov

The eldest son of the village chief has been making any excuse to come see me. So today I decided to tag along with a few of the new warriors to the war games to see if I could get him flustered. He quickly spotted me and started to head to me. I pretended to be too enthralled with the conversation with the young warriors to notice… after the exercise, I offered to make him dinner. He sat inside of my own private tent as I prepared us dinner. “Is there anything I can do to help?” He asked tentatively.

“You could go fetch some water. My water jug is by the door.” I hummed.

He nodded and went to fetch the water. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t going weak in the knees over the attention he was giving me. I finished up the meal and set up before waiting for him to return.

“Sorry I took so long. I ran into Lo’ak and he is a bit of a chatterbox.”

I chuckled, “that’s alright, it let me finish up. Do you want to pour us some water?”

He knelt down at the table and poured the water into the two cups. “I want to thank you for this lovely dinner.”

“It was my honor to cook for such a handsome warrior.” I teased.

He chuckled, “You’re going to make me blush.”

We began to eat and chat about our lives. “So I haven’t seen you in a awhile to be patched up.” I commented.

He nodded, “yeah, I haven’t had much time out to hunt or go to most of the war games so no injuries … I’ve been taking on more responsibilities as I get ready to take over for my father to lead the Clan.”

I raised my eyebrows, “oh yeah? Does that mean that you have to start to start courting? Has your mother and grandmother picked any candidates?”

He cocked his head to the side with a soft smile, “Yes… they have their eyes on three different girls that I can pick from and hopefully the one I have picked will also choose me.”

I nodded almost jealously, I would be lying to say I didn’t fancy him, “Oh I am sure she will. You are a very strong warrior. The girls are always whispering about you.”

He chuckled and ran a hand through his braids. “Well I talk to this girl all the time… but I can never get a read on her… that is until now… you see she asked me to come over for dinner… she could just be being nice but I am pretty sure she likes me too.”

Catching on I hummed, “Oh? What if she does fancy you?”

“I would ask for her to let me court her in front of the clan.”

I smiled leaning in close, “she accepts.”

I then closed the distance and connected our lips and he reached up and laced his fingers into my hair. But all too soon he pulled away, only to leave one last peck, “well… I will let mom know… there’s preparations that need to be made… I hope that doesn’t scare you off.”

I let out an airy laugh, “It’s definitely a lot but…. I do really enjoy your company. I know that you have steps to follow but that is okay. I really like you.”

“I really like you too. Forgive me, I have to go now. But I will see you tomorrow if that’s okay?”

I nodded, “I understand, good night Neteyam. I will see you tomorrow.”

He kissed me one last before he went on his way. I cleaned up quickly and decided I would go for a walk. This was exciting of course, I have had a thing for him for the longest. But now that his grandmother, the Tsiki has chosen me to be his possible mate, there was a weight to it. It was really a possibility that he could be my mate. He likes me, and we have good chemistry but he comes with expectations and conditions. Was I really good enough to lead with him? I know that he will be a good mate to whoever is so lucky to be his mate and he would be a great father too.

I was becoming more and more anxious. Before I knew it I was in the forest and I didn’t know where I was… unfortunately this was a usual event but just not as much. I often get bogged down in my thoughts. I luckily walked in a straight line for the most part so I simply turned around and began the walk back. Unfortunately it was dark and I quickly realized I wasn’t going to make it back in time so I climbed up a tree to hunker down for the night. I found my self dreaming of him holding a baby… our baby, humming a tune. The feeling of warmth it filled me with helped me calm my anxiety. So going back in the morning I had a new found confidence. I even stopped to gather some of my favorite herbs.

When I got back I was met with a very worried Neteyam. “Neteyam, what’s the matter?”

He pulled me into a hug and just held me, “Ka’ani told me that she saw you go out last night but you never came back. What happened? Are you alright?”

How do I explain this? “I’m alright. I promise… just one of my misadventures.” I chuckled nervously hoping that he would accept my answer.

Neteyam leaned back to look at me, “misadventures? That was a misadventure? Where were you? Were you out gathering herbs.”

“Herbs?” I had forgotten that I was carrying the herbs and decided to run with the idea, “Oh yeah… I got distracted… I’m sorry I scared you. Are…you okay?”

“I am now that I know that you are okay. If you had told me that you needed to go to find your herbs I would have waited to start preparations to go with you to make sure that you were safe!”

I reached up to cup his face in my hand, “I am fine… it’s not my first time… I can keep myself safe. I appreciate your concern. I like going alone, it helps me think. Now how about you walk me back to the medical tent to put these away and then I can make us something to eat.”

He sighs and lays his head down to my own so that we are nose to nose. “You really scared me… I didn’t know that you disappear into the woods sometimes… that scares me too… can you please take me with you if you have to go out anytime after dinner?”

I hummed relishing in his scent, “that’s reasonable. Shall we?”

He smiled nuzzling his nose up and down my own, “I will walk you but then my mom would like you to come for breakfast with the family.”

“Oh dear I have made you wait for quite some time… I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it we’ll just say you got up early to gather herbs and you didn’t know I would come to ask you to breakfast after all.” He kissed my forehead and offered to take the herbs that I was carrying.

He followed me back to the medical tent and waited for me to stock the herbs. He then took me by the hand and lead me back to his family home.

“What took so long?” Neytiri asked as she came to greet us.

“(Y/n) had already gone to collect herbs before I went to find her, so it took me a while to find her.” Neteyam shrugged.

“An early riser, that’s good. Welcome to our home (y/n).” His father greeted us following up behind his wife both giving me a hug like I was already family.

I chuckled nervously, “only sometimes.”

They were very kind. Neteyam was very clearly proud of his family as he should be. Neytiri cleared her throat, “we should discuss your upcoming courtship. We will gather the clan tonight to have a celebration announcing your courtship intentions. Then you will of course be expected to go out and interact with the people. After that the Tsiki will announce her support for your union and will have a celebration before you two go off to mate. Kiri will help you get ready for tonight. We have already talked to your friend who works in the healers tent with you that we will be keeping you out for clan preparations.”

Neteyam gave my hand a squeeze and then kissed my knuckles, “I will see you tonight. I must go to get ready myself.” He quickly reached behind my head to pull me close and kissed my forehead. He then turned and followed his father out. Neytiri went to make preparations for the feast and Kiri took me to first discuss what was going to be expected of me and how to participate in the celebration and then we braked for lunch and then we started to get me dressed in a lovely chest piece, a decorative loincloth and matching leggings. She then proceeded to fix my hair, lacing beads into braids and laced in feathers and added oils make my unbraided hair look shiny and healthy. I felt absolutely beautiful and it was finally time for the ceremony. I stood hand in hand with Neteyam in front of the clan as his grandmother blessed our courtship announced planning our mating ceremony would be on the next full moon. It felt a little like it was just a done deal… I thought this was a courting thing… Neteyam must have picked up on the energy and gave my hand a squeeze. “Don’t worry, you can still back out if you want.”

I chuckled, “I don’t… just a lot, ya know?”

He pressed his lips into my hair, “I know, but soon we will be mated and we can figure it out together.”

I nodded, “I know… I trust you.”

…

Each night I made dinner for the two of us and once a week he was allowed to carve out time for the two of us to go out amongst the people.

I was preparing our dinner when Neteyam ducked into the tent, “Ma Yawne, can you believe that tomorrow night we will be mated before Eywa?” He hummed nuzzling into my hair and wrapping his arms around me.

I leaned into him, “To-tomorrow? Really? That was fast… remind me again what I should be expecting?”

He tightened his arms around me and began to pepper wet kisses around the column of my neck, “mmm, well first you will be prepped by the clan elders. They will bathe you, cover you in oil to soften your skin… they will dress you and fix your hair. Then you will be brought out to stand before the clan with me. We will announce our intentions to be mated before Eywa. And then of course we will party before the best part, going off to mate.” He ends it by sucking a mark on the side of my neck.

I groaned, “Careful Teyam, they will see. I don’t want them to see…”

He gave my neck one last nip before pulling away stand in front of me and lean against the table. “I’m sorry, I’m just excited. Aren’t you?”

Finally plating our food I hand him one and gestured for him to go to the dining table. “I am but I don’t need to be marked up on the day my entire body is going to be scrutinized over.”

“You’re right… I’m sorry. I can’t wait until I can mark you up and let everyone know that you are mine.”

I rolled my eyes, “Stop it! The whole clan knows… they all knew before me!”

Neteyam looked at me amused, “Oh really?”

I stuck out my tongue, “Yes Natou told me the one time he tried to flirt with me you cornered him and threatened him with the Tsiki picking me for you and it being disrespectful, followed by telling him to keep his mouth shut.”

He smiled proudly, “Well he was encroaching on my territory.”

“I wasn’t your territory yet.” I poked him.

“Yes you were… you were mine before you knew it. And I was yours before I knew it. Eywa has had us in her plans from the day of our conceptions.”

…

I found the preparation uncomfortably but I knew that the end result would be worth it. I finally was lead to stand next to Neteyam. He was grinning ear to ear.

“Ma (y/n), you look beautiful. You are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen in my life.”

I rolled my eyes, “my mind is gorgeous.”

“It truly is. The festivities are beautiful don’t you think?” He hummed nuzzling into my neck.

I take his hand in mine and hold it in my lap as we are knelt side by side in front of the clan. “It is. Shall we join in the dance?”

He agreed and we were quickly on the dance floor, his arms wrapped tightly around me and mine around him. We were consumed by each other.

We finally snuck out of the party to the tree of voices. We were surrounded by the glowing lights of the trees. He lead me to kneel down to the ground. He retrieved his queue but kept it in his lap. “Ma (y/n), I can’t believe that we are here together. I promise to be the best mate to you that I can be. I will protect you and our children with my life. I will provide you with all that you will ever need.”

“Ma Teyam… I promise to lay my life in your hands. I will follow your lead. I will carry your children within me and care for them as I do you. I will always love you.”

We connected our queues and I was filled with warm feelings. His heart beat was strong and his breath was steady. I reveled in the feeling of him. He seemed to be reveling in it too. He licked his lips before cupping my cheek in one of his hands, “You’re nervous, Yawne… why?”

I blushed, “They know what we’re going to be doing.”

He chuckled, “it’s okay, this is perfectly natural. Our bodies are meant to be joined. The pleasure that comes with it is just a bonus… can I touch you?”

I nodded and he pulled me onto his lap. He ran his fingers down my arms and to my hips. His nimble fingers quickly untied my loincloth. Then ran his fingers back up my arms to remove my decorative chest piece, so that I was now completely bare before him. He slowly laid me down on the ground kissing me as he did. He sat back and smiled pulling off my leggings, “beautiful. Now open your legs for me… I want my first taste of you.”

Slowly I do, he licks his lips before diving down into my pussy. His mouth opened wide to allow his tongue to lick up my folds in a languid lick. “Haaaaa! Neteyam!!!!” I moaned. His hands gripped my thighs tightly holding me to his mouth. His tongue lashed against my sensitive bud as sucked in my sensitive flesh. He sunk his tongue in me like I was his favorite fruit, “Neteyam! Ahhhh! Please… please!”

He bit down ever so gently and I came onto his tongue. He sat back up with a proud smile, “so sweet, I think you are my new favorite meal.” His hands were caressing the sensitive skin of my thighs. “I can’t believe you are mine. Are you ready?”

I nodded and he removed his own loin cloth. He gave himself a few strokes before he crawled over me, aligning himself with my entrance. “I’m ready Neteyam.”

He nodded and ducked down to kiss me as he pushed his stiff penis inside of me stretching my walls around his girth. His breath became heavier and his heart beat picked up as he tried to hold still to allow me to adjust to his presence inside my body. “Yawne, you feel so good… please can I move?” I nodded and he began to thrust into my core.

His head dropped into the crook of my neck. His moans grew louder as we ground our hips together. His pleasure mixed with my own ramping each other up. He sucked at my neck and his fingers gripped my hips tightly as he shot his thick seed into my womb. We both laid breathing heavily. I ran my fingers gently up and down his back gingerly trying to calm him down. “Ma Yawne,” I hummed, “how are you feeling?”

He kissed my shoulder, “Devine. I don’t want to leave your warmth.”

Nuzzling my nose in his hair I hummed, “Then stay inside of me my love.”

We fell asleep amongst the trees wrapped up in one another. We woke up and got dressed before we walked out to the lake to get cleaned up. Neteyam peppered kisses all over me as we filled vases to pour over ourselves. It was honestly surreal.

We were now mated for life…

#avatar smut #neteyam sully smut #neteyam #neteyam sully #neteyam smut #neteyam x reader

[sillylittlegay]

CoD Short story; Ghostsoap Jealousy Part 3

Casual evenings were a must for Soap. For him, casual meant walking around Base in pyjama pants and an oversized shirt – it also meant teasing Ghost and the others just a tiny bit before going to bed.

Early nights were also a must for Soap. Sometimes Ghost was still working on something when Soap walked into the common area, already done for bedtime.

This time Soap was surprised to see Ghost up and not working – especially after what happened earlier today. »Aye LT, found your Cowboy Hat yet?« He teased, lightly hitting the others shoulder. Ghost grumbled in response, which made Soap grin. »Why do you keep doing this Sergeant.« The taller then asked, a certain sound to his voice that Soap couldn't describe. »Keep doing what?« Soap asked, acting like he didn't exactly know what Ghost meant. »Teasing you? Because your reaction is funny.« He then added, as he realized Ghost wouldn't take the bait this time.

»Fun? That's all this is to you?«

Soap thought about that for a moment. It definitely wasn't just fun, he partially did it because he liked seeing Ghosts eyes switch between emotions – of course he couldn't say that.

»What if it's just because I like talking to you LT?«

He then answered. Not better than just saying what he actually thought, but at least it didn't seem as awful as his original thought. Ghost scoffed, his eyes lighting up just a tiny bit. »If you like talking to me then just talk. You don't have to pull bullshit flirts in order to strike up a conversation Johnny.«

Soap felt like he was just found committing a war crime – the fact that he now knew for a fact that Ghost had known he was flirting made his heart sink just a bit. And he couldn't decide whether or not that was a good thing. »Sorry LT.« He mumbled, which earned him an annoyed groan from Ghost. »Johnny for god's sake – don't call me LT when we're off duty.«

»Thought you might like power play, no?« Soap chuckled in response. »I swear I'll feed your head to a piranha one day.« Ghost just sighed. »Sounds like a good idea Simon.« It still felt a little off calling Ghost Simon – not that Soap disliked it, it just felt like it was too intimate. Everybody called him Ghost. But just Soap got to call him Simon on a regular basis.

He obviously noticed the way Ghost slightly shifted on his seat, the way his hands slightly flexed. He could tell Ghost wasn't used to being called Simon this casually either. »I like it.« Soap looked at him in surprise. »You like what?« He then asked. »The way you say my name.« Ghost clarified. Soap was left baffled – for the second time today Ghost had him question everything. How could he say that so casually? How could he act like it was a thing he said daily?

»You should get to bed Johnny. Wouldn't wanna keep you up for too long.« Ghost pulled some paperwork towards himself, Soap hadn't even noticed it was there. »I like being kept up if it's by you Ghost.« He mumbled without thinking, immediately hoping the other didn't hear. He cleared his throat and nervously fidgeted with his hands. »It's alright. I mean – I'll live. I guess I'm already too tired!« Soap let out a soft but nervous laugh. »Goodnight LT – I mean Simon.« Moments later he was out of the Common area, not even waiting for an answer.

Ghost on the other hand stayed in there a little longer, slightly smiling to himself. Obviously he had heard Soaps mumbling and obviously he felt all giddy about it – something he didn't know he could still feel.

He made a mental note that Soap didn't mind being kept up by him and started working on his Papers.

TAKE PART 3 EARLY

Ignore that it looks different I had already finished this last night but chose to post it in the morning (aka now). So I had already written it in notes and that's why the spacing is a little off!

I'm probably gonna start posting an Café AU soon because.. I'm a sucker for those...

And then it's probably gonna be AleRudy and Ghostsoap or just AleRudy I haven't fully decided yet!

#john soap mactavish #cod mwii #simon ghost riley #soapghost #call of duty #ghost x soap #soap x ghost #soap cod #soap mctavish #ghost cod #ghostsoap #ghost call of duty #cod mw2 #short story

[sailxrmxrs]

i hadn't written for bloomic in a hot sec and the first one back was onionthief? ignore that this is being posted after quest djskgls. anyway it is onion boy's birthday so therefore today u are all onion enjoyers bc them's the rules. in celebration have something from the dusty corners of my brain bc onion deserves a little happy as a treat. also bc it gives me an excuse to write bloomic fic again hehe. is this also a little self indulgent bc i want more soft onion content? oh most definitely but that's basically my entire tumblr at this point lmao. and now i guess i go hibernate until quest's birthday goodbye gamers and enjoy the cute onion vibes.

Onion always found this time of year to be his favourite. The passing of summer meant long gone were the painfully hot days and in their place was a persistent breeze that left the tip of his nose and ears permanently flushed a slight tinge of pink from the cold. But he gladly took the chill over humid days stuck inside while working on some summer college project. As the autumn weather crept closer, he felt far more at home. It also happened to be the same time as his birthday, an occasion that Onion was not overly fond of. It wasn't that he disliked the day or what it signified, but he also didn't particularly care about it either. Every year was the same routine, go home to visit his family, eat enough cake to leave him so tired of it that he wouldn't want another slice until his birthday the following year, and then he'd take himself off to his room to finish work for his upcoming semester classes. This year he'd expected to be no different until a certain someone had found their way into the Blooming Panic server he'd also frequented in the last few years. Meeting you had altered many things in Onion's life, his priorities suddenly shifting the closer the two of you became. It took him some getting used to, sharing so much of himself with another. But as his birthday neared, Onion was coarsing with an excitement like no other he'd felt at this time of year.

Due to an unfortunate class schedule, he'd had to delay plans of going home to spend time with his family. It wasn't ideal, but he knew he could cope with the change when he made plans to spend the night on a call with you. After all, what better way to celebrate his birthday than with the person he cares for most? Throughout the entire day he operated on what felt like sheer muscle memory. His mind was elsewhere, drifting away to thoughts of you when he really should have been taking notes. One day of inattention was worth it. But what had started as pure, unadulterated excitement and anticipation soon became restless concern. By now he usually would've seen a message or two displayed on his phone of you sharing what you'd eaten for lunch that day or a photo of you spending time with a friend. Those frequent daily updates were what kept Onion motivated throughout the day—little reminders of affection to combat the physical distance that impeded your relationship. He noticed their absence like a gaping hole in his chest. What started as occasional glances became frequent scrolling of any place you might message, just in case he'd missed something. That was, until the professor noticed his blatant distraction and directly called upon him to pay more attention. Onion's face turned bright red as he pocketed the phone, adamant he wouldn't look until the end of the day. Maybe you were just busy. Or your phone had ran out of battery because you'd forgotten to charge it the night before. While unlikely, these things did happen. And that thought was the only string of thread holding him back from imagining far worse scenarios.

The remainder of the day passed by in a blur, Onion's thoughts half on his classes and half drifting elsewhere, wondering what you might be doing. He hated how clingy he felt, silently willing his phone to buzz with a new message. But every time it happened and he lunged to look at the screen, disappointment would mar his features when he saw yet another ridiculous message from Nightowl or Xyx. The two, it seemed, had been scheming of all the ways they could bother Onion on his birthday. Any other day he would entertain them both with snarky replies and teasing quips but today his heart just wasn't in it. Truthfully all he wanted at this point was to get home and let himself wallow in uncharacteristic self pity for an hour before calling his family and going to bed. His journey home was uneventful as the rest of the day had been, weariness tugging on Onion's limbs as he finally made it past the threshold of his apartment door; his shoes and jacket were gone in an instant, the bag of textbooks dumped unceremoniously on the floor as he made a beeline for his bedroom. He was lying with his face buried in a pillow when his phone buzzed once more in his pocket with incoming birthday messages from the server members, all excited and asking about his plans. Onion scrolled through and sent half-hearted replies, trying to ignore the bitter taste in his mouth when he saw you weren't online and that you hadn't been online all day. He knew it was irrational to be so affected by the possibility that you were busy. But on his birthday? Maybe you'd forgotten, or maybe you were just waiting until he got home from class to see how he was doing.

Before Onion could let his mind dwell on it much longer, he decided to bite the bullet and just text you to see how you were doing. It couldn't hurt, after all, and it would only serve to ease his mind whenever you replied. Onion waited with baited breath as he started at the screen, watching the 'delivered' message turn to 'seen'. He bolted upright with his phone in hand as he waited for an incoming reply that never came. So were you just ignoring him? Was this some mean joke you were playing on him, spurred on by Nightowl or Xyx perhaps? As he was about to toss his phone across the room, a knock sounded at the door. Onion debated just ignoring it and taking a nap but the responsible side of his brain took over and had him dragging himself to answer the door. When he opened it and registered who was stood before him, Onion felt the breath leave his lungs. He'd expected it to be one of his neighbours asking to borrow something or complain about the noisy neighbour down the hall. Never in a thousand years would he have thought he'd see you stood there, beaming with unbridled joy at the genuine surprise on his face.

"Bet you didn't expect this, did you?" You teased, walking past Onion into his apartment as he moved to the side, still stunned by your appearance. Waving a hand in front of him, you laughed as he blinked and his eyes refocused on you.

"What are you doing here?" The question was so genuine, the shock still stinging his fingertips as they instinctively pushed the door closed while Onion's eyes did not leave yours for even a second.

"Last time I checked it was someone's birthday. Kind of an important day, don't you think? Not something I'd really want to miss," you reply as you set down the small suitcase of clothes you'd brought along to stay for the week. "Sorry I didn't text earlier. I wanted to but with the flight and getting over here there wasn't really much time. Plus I didn't want to ruin the surprise."

Onion nodded, everything finally weaving into something that made sense. "Yeah, no danger in that, babe. I was starting to think you'd forgotten me," he added, his voice humourous and joking as he pulled you in close, hands gentle in their approach. Despite how relaxed he tried to seem, it was clear there had been a genuine worry swimming in his thoughts at your silence.

Reaching a hand to cup his cheek, you whispered. "I'd never forget you. Not this birthday or any birthday after this one. You're too special to me."

Tears collected in Onion's eyes as he cleared his throat, moving away so that you wouldn't notice. "Did you eat on the plane? Or do you want to order something in?"

"Ah, ah no subject changing, sir. It's your birthday and therefore it's Onion appreciation hours."

The deadpan look he offered was devoid of any amusement, a pure pretense so as to hopefully escape your honeyed words of adoration that always made him blush. While he certainly loved to hear it, knowing you'd be able to see, and poke fun, at how flustered he really became around you was a mortifying thought. "No. Food. What do you want."

"You're no fun," you pouted, playfully poking his arm before turning to the bags sitting at your feet. "But there's no need to order anything because I'm the bestest partner ever and already picked a little something up on the way here! So you better sit your ass on the couch and eat up before it gets cold."

"You sound like my mom." Despite his complaining, Onion followed your instruction and took up his usual spot in front of the laptop he always kept on the coffee table for late night watching over dinner. It didn't take long for the substantial mass of food to become little more than a small box of leftovers for the following day. Onion was now sunk back into the sofa, an arm lazily hanging around your shoulder with his glasses left on the table. It was rare to see him not wearing them. So much so that he had slight indentations on the side of his nose that were a shade paler than the rest of his face. His eyes were closed, long lashes brushing the very tops of his cheeks as he tried to fight off the sleepiness.

"You're so adorable," you sighed, fingers tangling themselves in his dark hair as you admired him.

He didn't move nor open his eyes to reply. "I don't have the energy to fight you on this right now but know that I would if I did." His voice was lower and his words ever so slightly slurred with the tiredness that crept closer the longer he remained still in his spot on the sofa. It took everything in you not to snap a picture and post it in the server. They knew you were with Onion but even in his satiated sleepiness, he'd still not appreciate them seeing him like this. Though the temptation to pull out your phone and take a picture of his sleepy smile was too pressing and within seconds the image was set as your phone background.

"Don't think I don't know what you're doing," Onion murmured, opening one eye to glare at you though you knew without his glasses you were an unfocused image to him right now.

"If you want to change it, then come and get it," you teased as you stood from the sofa, waving your phone in front of you. Onion's smile grew and he reached for his glasses. However he didn't follow you in rising from the seat and instead leaned back again, a burst of energy spurring his infectious smile.

"Nah. I'll let you keep it. So long as you let me take one of you too." He pondered for a moment, eyes trailing over you still standing. "Or actually..." Onion leaned forward, hand reaching for your wrist as he pulled you in and catching you in his embrace. His lips were warm against yours, a kiss that had your thoughts spinning as it stole your breath away. Then a small camera shutter sounded but the sudden absence of Onion's lips was all you could think about.

His eyes dragged slowly from your lips up to your eyes, surveying every inch of your flushed face. "Perfect." Onion lifted his spare hand, thumb gently dancing over your bottom lip as you remained transfixed under his gaze.

"Hey, guess what," he whispered, voice quiet yet the only sound you could ever wish to hear in that moment.

"What?"

"I love you." Onion punctuated the confession with another gentle kiss, proclaiming all the words and emotion that lingered in his heart that he couldn't quite say. Sometimes actions speak louder than words, and for Onion, the softness with which he held your face shouted and screamed all the unspoken feelings that flooded every vein of his body; an all-consuming and ever present adoration that he doubted he'd ever be able to truly put into words. The words were never strong enough, never good enough, to accurately depict all that he felt every time he looked at you, touched you, heard your voice calling his name. To even think that he could regard someone like you in this manner felt like some dream promising him a lifetime of eternal happiness. And it was a dream he intended to hold onto, for as long as you reached for his hand.

#blooming panic #blooming panic fanfic #blooming panic x reader #blooming panic onionthief #blooming panic onionthief x reader #blooming panic onionthief fanfic #can u believe this is like my second onion fic #and the only other one is angst #i would say as he deserves but that would be mean #anyway here is the birthday boy #idk how but i somehow managed to find time to write this between sumeru exploration and piofiore brainrot #actually most of this was written at approximately 5am because i'm bad at living on a normal human schedule #don't be like me gamers i am a bad influence #anna writes