#//so clearly i'm not at fault xoxo

[khaotunq]

First Kanaphan as Ryu (Wake Up Ladies, 2018)

bonus, dance essentials:

[astonmartinii]

i hope your finger’s ok!! please take all the time you need and remember you health comes first :) imma be selfish and send you a charles request cause ur writing makes me smile at my phone like an idiot and i can’t help it :p ok so!! charles x versteppen reader? shes max’s sister and drives for redbull (cause im delulu like that) and they’ve been fighting w each other since they were kids (no one knows why they started arguing they’re j petty and refuse to give it up even though they dk what they’re arguing abt anymore) and obvs they’re in love w each other - maybe another drivers flirting w her or smth and charles j snaps and hard launches the reader cause surprise they’ve been dating each other 🤭 holy shit this is long sorry for rambling 🙏🙏

angel baby, devil child | charles leclerc social media au

pairing: charles leclerc x verstappen!reader

enemies to lovers blah blah blah

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yourusername: crazy, crazy race. sorry not sorry to the tifosi, tell ur girl @charles_leclerc to kiss my ass not my rear tyre xoxo

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user1: okay they're clearly still in the enemies phase... when can we skip to lovers

user2: i personally love that charles is the mortal enemy of both verstappen siblings that's so slay of him

maxverstappen1: crop me out again and say goodbye to a tow in qualifying

yourusername: sorry maxy, not my fault i got all the photogenic genes xx

maxverstappen1: erm rude @christianhorner tell her to stop bullying me

yourusername: two can play at that game @sebastianvettel tell max to stop being a baby

user3: the way neither christian or seb replied they really don't get paid enough to deal with them

charles_leclerc: what is it with verstappens and their love for pushing me off the track

yourusername: what is it with your front wing and my rear tyre

charles_leclerc: umm i asked you first

yourusername: stop deflecting babe, we all know you love my ass so much you wanted a touch

charles_leclerc: i'd rather deep fry my hands than touch your rear

maxverstappen1: that can be arranged

user4: can't wait for these three to all be in the same press conference next week 🍿

carlossainz55: my favourite person to share the podium with

yourusername: thanks chilli (@tifosi you heard it here sainz is against ferrari 1-2s)

carlossainz55: NO that's not what i meant

landonorris: i see how it is ... god all men are the same AM I NOT PRETTY ENOUGH FOR YOU?

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maxverstappen1: happy birthday to my bestest friend, biggest rival and favourite roommate. though maybe now you're 23 you can get your own place so you can sneak out to meet up with your secret boyfriend on your own terms and can keep that massive ballsack away from jimmy and sassy. i love you and verstappen dominance 4 ever.

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user7: i love y/n but i think she should bring her cat to races as a scare tactic

yourusername: wrinkle doesn't appreciate your tone but it is duly noted

yourusername: awwwwwwwww i love you maxy !! and you're never getting rid of your little sister unless you get married and ur a big fat nerd so that's never happening xx

maxverstappen1: attacking me after i just bought you a whole ass car

yourusername: i JOKE. thank you soooo much and you'll never get rid of me you love me too much to anyway.

maxverstappen1: enough to finally introduce me to the mystery man?

yourusername: blocked.

user8: are we all just ignoring her doing her literal eyeliner with a knife?

user9: or the fact that max likely walked in and was like oh wait this is a sick shot

danielricciardo: oh no that was me, i'm still traumatised but it's probably the best photo i've ever taken

yourusername: easy to do with a model like me

charles_leclerc: wtf is that thing in the last one

yourusername: rude of you to think ur balls look any nicer

charles_leclerc: what?

yourusername: what?

user10: does anyone want to elaborate?

carlossainz55: happy birthday y/n !

yourusername: thanks carlos, thank you for the flowers 👍

user11: this is either their way of flirting or y/n really couldn't give a flying fuck about carlos' obvious crush on her

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yourusername: another trip around the sun and still following my brother around, difference is now i beat him x

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user16: your honour i am so obsessed with her

maxverstappen1: can't even be angry about it, you deserve the world

yourusername: you softy, i love you

maxverstappen1: also dummy i know who your boyfriend is now did you guys forget that we LITERALLY LIVE TOGETHER

yourusername: i was intoxicated my bad but we bought you breakfast?

maxverstappen1: literally the only reason he hasn't gone over the balcony, he might want to be gone before this hangover wears off

yourusername: noted.

user17: yall want to share with the class?

user18: based on ^^ this reaction i'm going to say it's not carlos

user19: watch out he'll drop a shit pick-up line in a second and be rejected

carlossainz55: hope you enjoyed your birthday beautiful

user20: bro this guy STINKS

user19: i told yall

yourusername: thank you carlos

user21: i'm sorry this is dry as hell it can't be carlos

charles_leclerc: my shoes will never recover, i'll be sending an invoice your way

yourusername: you're a millionaire boo, you can replace those tacky white trainers yourself

charles_leclerc: is having no manners a verstappen trait?

yourusername: come for max all you want, but the birthday girl? low leclerc

charles_leclerc: when you go low i go lower

yourusername: oh believe me i know all about you and going down

user22: DO YALL MIND?

user23: do they think we're dumb?

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charles_leclerc: a weekend without racing?

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user24: what is biden doing about the soft launch pandemic?

user25: well this is oddly timed ...

yourusername: you look like you'd have sweaty hands

charles_leclerc: wouldn't you like to know

yourusername: unlike all ur fangirls i've actually smelt you sweaty after a race so you can keep your hands to yourself

maxverstappen1: you heard her 🤨

charles_leclerc: why are you here? is this a 2 for 1 deal on annoying dutch people

yourusername: you can call him annoying all you want, but you love me don't lie

charles_leclerc: my lawyer says i shouldn't comment on that ;)

sebastianvettel: when will you two stop?

yourusername: sorry seb :(

charles_leclerc: sorry seb :(

user26: i know carlos is sick reading this weird flirting when y/n never comments on his pics

user27: she comes here just to flirt cause she didn't even like the photo

user28: she doesn't even follow him 😭

pierregasly: i love a slow burn as much as the next person BUT NOT WHEN I DON'T KNOW WHO IT IS PICK UP THE PHONE

charles_leclerc: you're so dramatic, nobody knows calmar

maxverstappen1: he's lying i do

pierregasly: WHAT

charles_leclerc: by ACCIDENT i didn't tell him by choice

user29: so like, it's definitely y/n LOL

user30: oh no everyone get ready marca is going to run a story tomorrow about how charles leclerc is ruining carlos' career with psychological warfare by flirting with the girl he likes

user31: sainz sr about to wage war lol

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charles_leclerc: i don't share. i love you. please follow me on instagram now (and let me come on max's jet) x

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user35: HOLY FUCK

user36: they're so fucking sexy my lord

yourusername: you're so weak, one teammate flirts with me and you hard launch, i've had 12 year olds use me as a face claim to pretend they're pregnant with your child

charles_leclerc: they took your face? i happen to quite like it, can they give it back?

yourusername: quite?

charles_leclerc: don't make me look bad you know i positively LOVE YOUR FACE

yourusername: and my ass since it's all you look at on track

charles_leclerc: okay you can drop the act now people know we're in love stop being mean to me :(

yourusername: but it's true, no?

charles_leclerc: rest assured i love your actual ass much more

maxverstappen1: believe me the people she lives with know WAY too much about how much you love it

user37: carlos sainz really thought he had a chance when these fools have been together for TWO years

sebastianvettel: congratulations you two, glad we don't have to watch you two trying to be subtle now

maxverstappen1: so wait when did you find out?

sebastianvettel: about two weeks into the relationship, they were very obvious

yourusername: thank you for keeping our secret dad <3

user38: y/n really said you ARE my grid dad

yourusername: oh no that's my actual dad

charles_leclerc: he's literally going to walk y/n down the aisle

maxverstappen1: please don't tell me you're engaged? i only just got over you actually being together

charles_leclerc: i'm not your brother yet don't worry (i will be soon)

carlossainz55: congrats guys

user39: it's okay bro you can cry

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yourusername: two years with the love of my life, still on max's side on val d'argenton x

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user40: they're disgusting (when will it happen to me)

charles_leclerc: we'll have to agree to disagree

yourusername: just admit it you love to push verstappens off the track

charles_leclerc: sorry babe as much as i love you, i'll never let you win x

yourusername: good thing i always beat you then x

charles_leclerc: either way victory sex still bangs

user41: yes, yes they're cute, but i need a full on play-by-play of how this relationship came to be

user42: i know these menaces were giggling and kicking their feet every time they had an argument in comment sections

yourusername: oh it was very fun

charles_leclerc: but the radio messaged are 100% real lol

maxverstappen1: thanks for having my back, you're welcome for all the gross pictures i've taken for you guys

yourusername: consider your payment like every meal i make us

maxverstappen1: well if i did it f1 would be down three drivers

user43: wait so does charles basically live with them now?

maxverstappen1: unfortunately yes. depressing music, even worse cooking than me and horrendously loud sex with my sister. i should kick him out

charles_leclerc: i literally bought you noise-cancelling headphones?

maxverstappen1: nothing you can say will save me from this trauma

yourusername: just shag daniel and get off of our case x

note: ahhhhh i am so sorry this request took so long, my inbox keeps moving stuff around lol. my finger is good thanks for asking, the human body is a wonder and i peeled off the last of my scab this week lol. i hope this was the kinda thing you were looking for !! xx

[bellysoupset]

Heyy soupppp! You tagged you were requesting for Bell and Luke so maybe this could work? 😭

Luke is hanging w the guys, Jonah, Leo, Vince, and he’s already pretty out of it, and he falls asleep while the rest are playing video games or sm (idk)

When he wakes up it’s dark, he’s sweating, and he pukes on the floor. His fever is so high he’s delerious, crying, and finds Vince, he takes his temperature, panics, gets Jonah and decides he needs a hospital?

xoxo

No hospital in this one, sorry, but I think I got everything else!

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Leo was sure they were doing this for his benefit and part of him thought he should be embarrassed, but he really wasn't. He had missed spending time with his friends so much, Leo couldn't care less what had motivated their little "boys night".

It had been almost a full month since everything had gone down and he was back into therapy twice a week. His boss had pulled him aside asking if there was something she should know, thanks to his week long absence leave he had taken, but when Leo had brushed it off as just a family emergency, coupled with a hellish flu — an excuse Wendy had been happy to corroborate as his "doctor" —, she had left him alone.

His coworkers weren't as easy to convince, Leo had caught Sandy, Dean and Chuck whispering and all three of them had approached him separately to ask if everything was okay. Chuck seemed convinced it was something related to Jonah, judging by how he had squinted when Jon appeared to pick Leo up, seeming incredibly confused as if he had made up his mind about them breaking up, when nothing in reality supported that rumor.

"Yo," Vince slung an arm around Leo's neck and pressed their foreheads together, "get out of your head and help me with the beers."

"I'm not in my head," Leo bitched, following Vince to the kitchen, "I'm thinking- Oh, hi baby," he dropped to a crouched down position, finding JD happily eating away her food. The cat rubbed her head lazily against his hand, before getting back to the task, ignoring his pets.

"I said help, not come pet the kitty cat," Vince groaned, grabbing multiple beer packs and passing them along to Leo, "thanks- Luke's late. Amazing how he's never on time."

Leo snorted at the whining, then started tearing up the beer packs in order to plant the bottles on top of the table, while Vince hummed a song under his breath, making the snacks. He had shown up earlier than everyone, with his arms filled with grocery bags to prepare bruschetta and other Italian goodies.

Despite the music playing, Vince shared Leo's musical taste and they had been secretly playing Kit Howard since Luke wasn't there, they both heard Jonah outside the front door, his keys jiggling and also his voice as he talked with Luke.

"You guys started without us?" Jonah asked, stepping inside and moving straight to their sound system to change the music. No matter how quick he was, Lucas had clearly heard it, because he was frowning as he walked in.

"I brought dessert," he said in an annoyed manner, holding up a huge box of cupcakes. Behind his back, Leo cringed to Vince, gesturing how annoyed their friend was.

Vin planted his hands on his hip, "fucking finally guys, we almost lost the game!"

Leo was having a blast. They watched the soccer game while sprawled in the living room and stuffing their faces and, of course, Jonah and Luke were cheering for opposite teams, so they were yelling bloody murder at each other by the time the game ended.

Vince was down on the ground, more than a little tipsy, playing with JD and giggling, shoving Luke's leg playfully, "oh my god, sit down, you prick!"

"It was clearly a fault!"

"You're such a sore loser, Atwood, grow uuuup," Jonah retorted, planting his fingers in his ears to ignore him and Leo cackled, not lost on him how childish his fiancé was acting.

"Real Madrid would've won if your stupid team wasn't cheating," Luke glared, grabbing a cupcake angrily and shoving it entirely in his mouth.

Leo was shaking with laughter as he heard Jonah start to argue it wasn't cheating if Chelsea was simply superior. Across the room the phone was ringing, so he crawled on the couch to go grab it, giggling as he shushed the other three.

"Yeah?"

"Mr. Wagner? It's Matt, from the front desk-"

"Oh shit, hi Matt. I'm guessing the neighbors are complaining about the noise?" Leo cringed, turning down the music and heard a sigh.

"Yes, sir. I need you to tune it down and to remind you that parties are only allowed with the administration's permit," Leo rolled his eyes, he abhorred this HOA rules, but he knew Matt was only doing his job.

"I know, I'm sorry. It's not a party, we're just watching the game and they got a little riled up. We'll be quiet."

"Thank you, sir! Have a good night!"

"Thanks Matt, you too," Leo hung up, then turned to glare at the group, "shut up all of you, the neighbors are complaining about the noise."

"Him and his stupid fucking team," Luke mumbled darkly, grabbing the cupcake box and sitting down in the couch, slapping Jonah's hand sharply when the man tried getting one.

"I said, hush," Leo flicked at Luke's ear, "the Olympics are on, you guys wanna watch the gymnastics solo?"

"I thought that was yesterday!" Jonah perked up, shoving Luke's head so he could grab three cupcakes and they all settled down to watch the beautiful floor routine from Simone Biles. It was probably the one thing Luke and Jon both agreed on, so they were fairly quiet and the previous animosity melted easily.

After Olympics, they switched up to a video game and it was Leo's turn to all but hiss at Jonah, while Vince and Luke watched, since neither of them cared much about that.

They played only one round of Apex each, then switched up to Mario Kart so Vince could join, at what point Luke had already spread out in the bigger couch and was playing quietly with JD, sulking.

"Don't be a horrible loser, you're not five," Jonah passed him a controller, "stop sul-"

"I'm not sulking," Lucas groaned, pushing the controller away, "I'm sleepy, today was a long day. I think I just wanna sit here, you guys play."

They all exchanged an amused glance, Lucas was definitely sulking. However, they had learned long before to just let him ride out the poutiness, so they kept playing for another one hour and a half, when exhaustion caught up with them.

It was a Friday night, so both Vince and Luke were crashing there, their respective girlfriend (and wife) had their own thing going on, because Bella was going to NYC with Wendy so they could watch the Family Addams play.

Leo yawned, resting his head on Jonah's shoulder, "I think we should call it a night," he was pleasantly buzzed, almost in drunk territory but not quite and every surface felt so soft... He looked to his right, to Jonah, the giggles as he looked past his shoulder and saw Luke was curled up, knocked out, and JD was sleeping almost on top of his head, "that's sooo cute, Vin-"

"On it," Vince didn't need to be told, as he crawled on the rug to get a picture, fixing JD's tail so it looked like a hat on top of Luke's head, "send it in the group chat, Bella will love it."

Leo did just that, leaning fully against Jonah and not missing how burpy his boyfriend was. They stared at the screen expectantly, then Bella sent a picture of them in the traffic jam, Wendy curled up against the passenger window, wearing a sleeping mask and a thick hairband that had cat ears on top.

Bells: they're matching 🥰

Jonah snorted and Vince let out an amused huff, sending a bunch of hearts about his girlfriend, then he yawned, "let's call it a night?"

Thirty minutes later most of the trash was put away and Leo was changed into his PJs. He walked down the hallway to throw a blanket on top of Luke and retrieve his cat, pulling JD to his chest and smiling as he noticed how much she was purring.

Vince was in the guest bathroom, flossing, so Leo leaned on the door and knocked, "I got Luke some blankets and there's extras for you in the guest room-" he yawned, "and the fridge is all yours, you know the drill."

"Ioweeeill," Vince agreed, the words coming out all mangled since he was busy. Leo smiled, patting his friend's arm softly, then turned around to go to the master suite.

Jonah was in bed already, sitting up against the headboard and muffling deep burps against his fist, while JD napped on his lap.

"Beer got to you?" Leo guessed, turning off the lights and shutting the door, crawling on the bed.

"Uhm, it'll pass in a minute," Jonah's voice was all soft, he was definitely a little drunk, "come cuddle."

Leo locked their legs together, pressing his cheek to Jon's bicep and rolling on his side, so he could move his hand between smoothing JD's fur and rubbing his fiance's belly.

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Luke hadn't been feeling well since morning. That was the truth, he had felt pretty damn shitty since he opened his eyes and had even skipped gym, something he never did, in lieu of lying in bed and trying to force himself to go to work.

He had wanted nothing more than to cancel all plans, but Bella was vibrating with excitement about her plans with Wendy so he didn't want her to know he was feeling gross and consider staying behind.

It was the same logic that got him to actually show up to his night plans. He felt horrid, but it was their first time all together since the mess with Leo and Luke didn't want to mess it up. Hell, Vince was driving four hours and missing a cool weekend with his girlfriend for this, Luke could suck it up about the lethargic feeling that kept trying to pull him down.

He had chugged an energy drink on his way there and plastered a smile on, that had quickly turned into a frown thanks to all of Jonah's picking on him, but thankfully his friends had chalked that up as their usual prickliness and laughed it off.

Lucas was feeling almost proud of himself when he fell asleep to the track of his friends laughing and JD's heat near his face.

He should've known better.

Luke woke up drenched in sweat and feeling like his heart was racing, drumming in his ears. He was flat on his back on the couch and was shivering, like they had left the balcony's door open and the freezing night air was inside.

He sucked in the air, feeling more than a little desperate and... Scared? For some reason? Then his stomach lurched suddenly and Luke coughed, nearly drowning himself. He managed to roll on his side in time to retch a large stream of vomit on the ground and Luke let out a pained whine.

His throat and nose hurt, since he had almost choked, and his stomach felt awful. He was sorely regretting everything he had eaten during the night, in his effort to force normalcy. All the damn cupcakes were churning inside and he could taste the chocolate on the back of his throat...

Lucas sat up, wrapping an arm around his stomach and waiting for the room to quit spinning. HIs head felt like it weighted more than it did, lolling to the side and causing Luke to plant a hand over his lips, muffling a wet belch in it.

He didn't want to cause a mess. Well, a bigger mess. Luke grabbed on the couch and forced himself up, wavering dangerously as wooziness washed him over, then blindly moved around the room. His mouth was watering all over again and he couldn't fight a sick burp, which caused liquid fill his mouth, but he gulped it down, all but falling inside the guest bathroom.

It was like his body was painfully aware this was a safe zone, because Luke didn't even have a chance to move over to the toilet, squeezing his stomach as another cramp hit and then coughing, struggling to breathe, when the motion set off a projectile stream of vomit all over the fucking tiles and down his front.

His knees buckled and Luke curled up, more than a little disgusted and humiliated, his thoughts a wind whirl- dark spots clumping together...

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Jon woke up with a weight on his chest and it took him a minute to realize he was looking straight into his cat's big blue eyes. He frowned, blindly reaching to push her off his chest and causing the kitten to meow.

"G'away," Jonah rolled on the bed, still dizzy with sleep, snuggling up with Leo and hiding his nose in the crook of his fiancé's neck- There were whispers outside his door and he let out a sigh, rolling back so he was facing the ceiling.

"What do you mean don't tell Jonah, Luke?!" Vince's voice, louder than a whisper, filtered through the closed door and caused Jon to snort in amusement.

What were the two idiots up to?

He glanced at the bedside table clock, while JD climbed on his lap once more, nibbling at his fingertips when his hand automatically went to pet her. 3:23 AM. Definitely far too late for some secretive midnight snack.

Jonah leaned in, kissing JD between her ears, "keep daddy company," he whispered, before picking her up and slotting her in the little space that Leo left since he was curled up on his side.

The closer he got to the door, though, the less the whispers sounded humorous, turning frantic and distraught... Jonah tiptoed out of the room, hitting the hallway's light switch, "what is going on?"

Chaos erupted.

Luke let out a cry, while Vince shouted "JON!", behind him JD jumped from the bed and came to meow at his feet and Jonah's stomach reacted before he could fully realize the mess in his hallway, causing him to gag.

He swallowed, pressing a fist to his mouth, trying to piece together what was going on. Vince was crouched down in front of Luke, who had fallen flat on his back near the guest bathroom door and there was vomit... Well, everywhere. On Vince's and Luke's shirts, all over the ground near Luke's head, leading up inside the bathroom...

"Please, don't be mad..." Luke whined and Jonah's stomach froze over, not with nausea, but guilt and misplaced anger. He scoffed, shaking his head and stepping closer to the mess, despite his body begging him to turn away.

"What happened?" Jonah crouched next to them and Vince's shoulders sagged with visible relief.

"I- I don't know, I woke up just now and he had already fallen and was throwing up everywhere and- and-" he cupped Luke's red cheeks, "he's burning up, Jon-"

"Grab the thermometer in our bathroom," Jonah instructed, moving his hands so they were in Lucas's neck, "and wake up Leo."

"O-okay-" Vince jumped up and rushed away, while Jonah tried to ignore the way their sick friend was sweating buckets, fever so high he was shaking as if he was freezing.

"Don't tell Jon..." Luke groaned, pressing his forehead to the inside of Jonah's wrist, while the other man checked his vitals. Luke's heart was racing, "please, Vin-"

"I'm not mad," Jonah glared at him, grabbing Luke's ruined shirt by the shoulder and using all his strength to pull his friend sitting up, instead of lying on the groud, "c'mon-"

"Uhm," Luke moaned, Adam's apple bobbing up and down, "don'feel-good..." his words stuck together and he folded in the middle, all but drooling over his lap, "I want Bell..."

Jonah's own heart was racing now and he turned his head to holler, "VINCE, WHERE'S THE DAMN THERMOMETHER!?"

That caused some rustling inside the bedroom and Vince rushed out, holding the little device, as well as the bathroom trash and a bunch of towels, with Leo hot in his heels, although the blonde looked half asleep still.

"Here-" Vince dropped to his knees in the sick covered hallway, mess be damned, "what do I do...?"

"Luke," Jonah patted the other man's cheek, nervously, "hey. Lucas, Luke-" Luke finally opened his eyes, although they were dazed and confused, "look at me. Hey-"

"Jon...?" Lucas frowned, gulping down, "I'm sorry, I- I tried to stop-"

"It's okay, it's okay," it was terrifying to have Luke apologizing to him of all people, "you think you can hold the thermometer in your mouth?"

"Do we really have to? Anyone can tell he's got a fever," Vince protested and Jonah raised a hand to shut him up.

"I- Ye-yeah..." Luke nodded, squeezing his eyes shut, "I don't feel good..."

"We know, buddy," Leo had moved closer as well and was holding JD to stop her from getting her paws dirty, "Jon's gonna help, alright...?"

Luke sniffled pitifully and Jonah forced the thermometer in his mouth and under the tongue, checking the time on Vince's phone, since the man was the only one who had one.

"I'm gonna start cleaning this," Leo decided, squeezing Jonah's shoulder as he got up, "and put JD away."

"What do I do?" Vince asked in a small, worried voice, eyes glued to Luke's face, "this was so out of nowhere-"

"You're gonna help me get him in the shower," Jonah explained, "let's just wait a minute..."

Under his hand, Luke jerked and gagged, pressing his lips tightly around the plastic of the thermometer. He moved a hand to wrap around his stomach, but Vin held his wrist, "no, Luke, your shirt is covered in sick..."

"-urtsss," Lucas moaned, sniffling again and gulping down once more. A thin line of drool started to run from his bottom lip to his lap, as he was unable to fully close his mouth. He gagged and Jonah rushed to retrieve the device, as he heard the disgusting noise of liquid splashing...

It was just in time. Vince shoved the trashcan under Luke's chin and Jonah's hand was barely out of the line of fire as more vomit rushed up and splattered inside the bin.

Jonah glanced at the thermometer, a new one they had gotten after Leo complained about their European device one too many times, and cringed. 103.5ºF

Next to him, Lucas retched loudly once more and Vince rubbed his back in a reassuring manner, although his face was desperate as he said, "Jon!?"

"Lucas," Jonah moved so he could cup his friend's burning forehead and rubbed his opposite arm, "we're gonna get you up, okay?"

Instead of answering, Luke just nodded dizzily, and Vince removed the bin from his lap, wrapping an arm around Lucas' waist, while Jon did the same. Together, they pulled him up quickly to his feet, causing the man to let out a loud groan and pitch forward with a gag, bringing up another mouthful of bile all over the floor, just as Leo returned with a bucket and a mop, causing the blonde to cringe.

"Jesus," Leo winced, "that's some virus..."

Luke shook with a hiccup, which quickly turned into a sob and he crumpled towards Vince's side, hiding his burning face against his friend's shoulder and bawling.

"Aw man, it's okay, I got you..." Vince cooed, rubbing Luke's back while Jonah started to guide all three of them inside the ruined guest bathroom.

Jon side stepped the mess on the ground, gagging harshly himself and stopping in the middle of the way, still squeezing Luke's bicep, so he could spit inside the toilet. The lid was lifted, but the water clear, Lucas had never even made it inside the bathroom.

"Jon?" Leo poked his head inside the bathroom and Jonah shook his head, lips pressed in a line, swallowing down a burp.

"I'm fine," he pulled them further in, inside the shower area. Besides him, Luke let out another hiccup-sob, tears running down his swollen face, completely out of it.

Jonah opened the shower, turning the registers until the water was from lukewarm, ignoring the fact he was getting completely soaked as well, "Okay, c'mere-" he moved out of the stream, so they could hold Luke under it and the man immediately let out a pained yelp, very similar to the noise JD made when they accidentally stepped on her tail.

"Hurts..." he whimpered, sobbing harder, "please- pleasssstop... Why are you doin'this?"

Over his head, Vince looked mortified, and Jonah understood the feeling well. Last time he had seen Luke this distraught, had been back in Christmas when he was sick while in the midst of depression, but even then the fever hadn't been this high.

"You think he had a fever before?" Vince voiced his thoughts, worry coloring his words as he hugged Luke close, all but rocking him under the water, "shhh, bud, almost over."

"Probably," Jonah answered gruffly, turning around and starting to peel off Luke's soaked, sick covered shirt, "there's no way this climbed this high so quickly."

"What can I do?" Leo entered the bathroom, now with three towels draped over his arm, having just ditched the mop, "hallway is clean and living room too."

"Living room?" Jon frowned, glancing at Vince, who looked just as confused.

Leo cringed, nodding, "yeah, living room, I think he woke up sick..." Between them, Luke let out a groan and suddenly stopped crying- His knees buckled and both Vince and Jonah let out a shout as they almost went down with his weight.

"Oh my God," Vince cursed, stepping all over the place and forgetting Jonah was holding half of Luke's weight as he moved to fully grab his best friend, "Luke- Lucas, please, please, open your eyes-"

"Vin," Leo said in a small voice, "Vince, he's coming back to, calm down-" the blonde stepped almost inside the shower area, planting a hand on Vince's back in a reassuring way.

Lucas let out a little moan as he came back to, with Vince still patting his cheek frantically and all but snarling, "aren't you a doctor?! Do something!" at Jon.

"Was-what's going on-" Lucas' voice was raspy, but lucid, and all of them breathed out in relief. Jonah turned off the water, while Luke started to shiver violently, "M'fff-freezin'-"

"Yeah, we're gonna get you dried up," Jonah let go of his arm, side stepping Lucas and Vince, since Vin had a vice-like grip on the man, and as soon as he stepped out of the shower area Leo threw a towel over his head, starting to rub it in.

Jon squeezed his boyfriend's hand, but pulled away, stepping out of the rug so Vince could drag Luke there. The bathroom wasn't built for four men, so Jon was forced to step back in the wet section, while Luke fell sit in the still open toilet and Leo and Vin started to dry him up as if he was a toddler.

"Luke," Jonah wanted to touch him, but there was no space, "when did you start to feel sick?"

"Morning," was Luke's lethargic answer, head lolling with sleep, "I don't feel well..."

"Are you gonna be sick again?" Leo looked up from his crouched down position as they stripped Luke out of his soaked sweat pants, "Luke?"

"Hmmmm... No," he breathed in, "I'm sorry I got sick everywhere..."

"Shut up about that," Jon glared at his friend and Vince scoffed, rubbing the towel vigorously over Lucas' wavy hair, with so much force he was creating curls.

"Let's get him up-" Leo said and Vince was about to do just that, when the blonde shook his head, "you're getting water everywhere, dry yourself. Jon can help me."

"You two can't-" Vince started to protest and Leo glared at him.

"He's our best friend too," he said in a calm, but serious voice, "we can handle him. Dry yourself, you don't wanna get a cold on top of this mess."

Jonah decided he didn't need to explain contagion didn't happen like that, feeling a swell of pride at Leo voicing what he was thinking. He circled Vince, exchanging places with him, and helped Leo get Luke up.

They stumbled into the guest bedroom, which was the closest one. The bed was already unmade, since Vin had been sleeping there and Luke collapsed against the pillows with a heavy sigh, brows meeting in a frown.

"What hurts?" Jonah asked, going for the dresser where they left most of their older clothes for guests, and stripping of his wet pajamas, sliding on some new sweatpants.

"Head," Luke rolled on his side, until his head was resting on Leo's lap and the blonde promptly started combing his fingers through his hair, stroking lightly at Luke's cheeks.

"Like a migraine?" he asked in a whisper and Luke shook his head, while Jonah rushed out of the room to get their first aid kit. Once he came back, not a full minute later, Vince was inside the bedroom, now clad in his spare set of boxers and nothing else, curled up in the bed with Lucas and Leo.

Jon scoffed, pausing at the doorway, "do I need to explain you guys don't wanna catch this plague?"

"Get in here," Leo rolled his eyes, "you can fit right here."

"Are you crazy?" Jonah pouted, planting the first aid kit on top of the dresser and fishing out an antipyretic, as well as a painkiller, "Luke, are you still feeling sick?"

"No," the man's voice was sleepy, as his head was still in Leo's lap and he was being lulled to sleep by the hair pets, "stomach hurts."

"Yeah, that's because you puked things you ate back when you were three," Vince joked weakly, squirming on the bed so he could rest his own head on Luke's thigh and starting to rub his friend's belly, "this alright?"

"Get him to drink this," Jon climbed on the bed, over Vince's legs and handed the pills to Leo. He was planning to climb back out, but then Luke grabbed the cords of his hoodie and Jon nearly faceplanted over all of them.

The bed let out a whine under their weight and Vince snorted, "this thing is gonna go down with us."

"Here, swallow this," Leo pushed the two pills unceremoniously inside of Luke's mouth and caused the man to splutter and almost bite his fingers.

Lucas swallowed with a grimace, then curled up even further, "you guys are warm..."

Jonah sighed, collapsing between all three of them, resting his cheek on his hand and draping his legs over Vince's. Clearly, no one was going anywhere.

Luke met his eyes, little pained lines around them, but no longer the previous confusion, "Thank you..." he closed his eyes, relaxing, as Jon reached in and pushed his bangs back, brushing his thumb over Leo's knuckles buried in Luke's hair.

The blonde smiled at him, then squirmed until he was lying down instead of sitting against the headboard, causing Luke's head to rest fully against his tummy instead of his lap. Vince moved closer and Jonah went boneless, resting his cheek to Leo's thigh and planting a kiss there, feeling exhaustion catch up with him as the adrenaline wore off.

Last thing he heard before fully passing out was JD sneaking back into the guest room and climbing the bed so she could snuggle up against Vince's tummy.

[fo0lishl4m]

Sweet Nothing wolfstar au

Where Remus is a sick boy who is a member of the poetry club at Gryffindor Boarding School. Or where Sirius is an American Football player at Gryffindor Boarding School.

summary: Remus and Sirius meet for the first time in the Hospital waiting room

notes: diseases, swear words, poor development, modern au

word count: 1.3k

chapter one | chapter two

Remus' pov:

The walls of hospitals always generate cold, it is something I have reluctantly realized, it is a breeze that whispers to me that I should never leave the house without my sweater or I would die of hypothermia. Too much? 

I'm used to being in places like this, I've always been a sick child, and I swear it doesn't bother me, I've had worse days than sitting in a waiting room. Sometimes I listen to music, sometimes I look at a fixed point distracting myself and sometimes I read. 

I like silence, but lately it has been interrupted. The last week. I go to a boarding school, Gryffindor Boarding School, it's a huge school that only allows us to go out on the weekend. I like being there, the poetry club is where I participate the most. The hospital I go to at least three times a month is used to receiving students on a regular basis, so my mother and several nurses already know each other. 

There is a moderately tall boy (shorter than me) with pale skin, dark eyes and long black hair that he always ties in a high bun. He has a broken leg. I don't remember his name, we go to different clubs and from time to time we share Literature and Physical Education classes, I think he is part of the American Football team. 

He always sits two chairs next to mine when he comes to the hospital, there is always one chair away and his friend always accompanies him. I've had a little more interaction with him because we have three to four classes together. They are both very loud. 

I forgot my book in my room, I probably should have forgotten the fact that I had a checkup at the doctor today, too. My pocket vibrates when I receive a message. 

Lily Evans Well? How are things with you? 

Remus Lupin I haven't entered yet hahaha It's noisy

Lily Evans Black? 

Remus Lupin What? 

Lily Evans The boy with the broken leg The one who no longer goes to training Sirius Black

Remus Lupin Ah, so that's his name. Yeah,, and his friend with glasses too

Lily Evans Neither of them gives me confidence Anyway, I have to go study with Mary Xoxo

I turn off my phone. Lily Evans has been my best friend since I was thirteen, we are practically inseparable, yet I still spend a lot of time alone. I'm not complaining. 

I turn my head to see the happy Sirius Black who begins to laugh with his friend with glasses, whose name I am almost sure is James Potter and who is also part of the team. James gets up from his chair saying something about a soda and a joke about his friend's broken leg before leaving the waiting room and entering the pre-waiting room. For the first time, there is genuine silence. 

It doesn't last long. 

── Are you from Gryffindor? ── Sirius asks. 

I realize that I've been looking at his feet for just over five minutes while I was probably distracted by thinking about what part of the book I had left last night that the slightest sound of his voice almost scares me. I look up and think about what to respond. 

── Yes. ── I look away from him. Ah, my institutional sweater. Sure. 

── Me too. ── Add. ── But I had never seen you. ──

── I'm part of the poetry club. ──

He frowns. He clearly didn't know the existence of that club. He shrugs his shoulders like it doesn't really matter, puts his arms behind his head and leans against the back of the chair. 

── Well, poetry boy, I'm more of a physical person. ──

I make no secret of raising an eyebrow and looking down at the cast on his leg; ── Oh, I already noticed. ──

He lets out an ironic laugh, not offended, as he would have expected as a first reaction. 

── Hey! In my defense, it wasn't entirely my fault. I wasn't the one who fell on another guy. ──

── I think I'm interested in knowing. ──

── I was going to score a touchdown and the opposing team jumped on me. Goodbye leg. ──

I don't know anything about American football, okay? 

── Did you win? ──

── Local party, thirteen to twenty. ──

── Oh. ── I can say. I think I had heard a piercing scream from Potter that day when the results came out. ── At least it was local. ──

── Yes, but at the end of the term we will have a game against another school! ──

── What worries you? ──

── First, my leg. ── Highlight the obvious before continuing. ── Second, the team is a disaster without me, not even the locals will win. ──

── What's with your leg? I mean, is it injured or broken? ──

He gestures with his hand, adding a small grimace. ── I don't know, can I say both? ──

── You have a cast. ──

── Yes, but what about you? ── Raises an eyebrow. Oh God, please no. ── What are you doing here? ──

── Asthma. Among other things. ── I add after thinking a little.

Hum. ──Then you must spend more time than me here. ──

── I can live here. ──

── Yes, I can see it now. ──

He lets out a laugh and I imitates him, mildly embarrassed but amused. 

── Well, broken leg boy, you'll soon get used to it. ──

──Broken leg boy? ── He imitates and raises an eyebrow. ── Is that all you have to tell me? ──

── I don't know your name. ── I lie. 

── Sirius Black. ──

── Remus Lupin ── I answer. 

──Lupin, huh? Your last name sounds too familiar to me. ──

── Poetry club. ──

── No, that's not why. ──

He rested his elbow on his knee and his head on his palm, looking at a fixed point while, I suppose, he was trying to remember something. 

── Maybe from another club? In third year I was part of the theater workshop. ──

He clicks his tongue but doesn't change his posture. 

── No, close, but no. ──

── One of my friends is a cheerleader. ── I add. 

He raises his eyebrows in surprise and turns to look at me. 

── Who, exactly? ──

── Mary McDonald. ──

── I knew it! ── He laughed victoriously. ── I knew it. ──

I raise an eyebrow. ── What did you know? ──

── You, I had seen you before. Chemistry last year? ──

I think it, but I don't say it; he's pretty dumb. And irritating. If I have continued talking to him it's because I have no other choice and I have put up with a lot of irritating people for many years. I probably won't talk to him again when we leave this waiting room, but I don't want to be rude either. Not verbally. 

The only thing I can point out (aside from what I mentioned) is that he exudes an arrogant aura. I'm not an expert on that, I'm just friends with Mary. 

── Yes. ── I replied distractedly. 

── Ah, that explains a lot. ── He says again, highlighting with a kind of victory, as if knowing who I am was an achievement or something.

── You look for many explanations for questions that do not exist. ── 

── Do you believe? ── 

I hum in response; ── This is not the first time I have encountered someone with a broken leg. ── 

── You say it as if it were my only personality. ──

── I don't know you, I dare say it's like that. ──

── Do you want to meet me? ──

── I have no other choice, I'll keep you here for a while. A few weeks or a few months, perhaps. ──

The conversation flows, I don't know whether to consider that I'm having fun or I'm simply tolerating his presence, but it doesn't make me want to hit him. I think I'll see him here next week.

[fbfh]

light up the dark [XIII] - Leo Valdez x reader

wc: 2k

genre: drama, minor angst, action

warnings: minor Leo self loathing, Leo crying </3, questionable and obscure mythology usage, generally sketchy at best plotting (this outline is very old), Leo looks really fucking pretty in the snow

summary: Leo gets something important off his chest, then chases after you to make ammends. When he looks for you, he's met with soemthing entirely different than he expected, and way more than he bargained for.

song recs: pretty when you cry - lana del rey, meant to be yours - heathers obc, wasteland baby - hozier, roll up - the struts

a/n: okay we're getting to the last few parts aka where the outline gets questionable as fuck but the whole thing is hinged on the questionable parts so there's really not a way for me to change anything at this point we're all just along for the ride!! also this chapter (and maybe the next/last couple) will probably be on the shorter side bc I wasn't sure how much outline I would need to actually make a chapter so I undershot a little. the second reason is I'm burnt out lol. anyway enjoy!!

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It’s safely early morning now, and people are beginning to wake up. Throughout the different rooms in the house, blankets are flipped back and bedroom doors are opened, curtains are drawn, and groggy conversation is made over face wash and toothpaste and running water. After enough time wallowing in his self loathing, Leo gets up to look for you. Being petty like that only felt gratifying and justified for a few fleeting moments. After that he just felt bad. Like, really bad. He knew what he said was probably too harsh as soon as the words left his mouth and you bolted. Gods, why can't he just be a little more patient? 

He bets that Jason never would have said something like that to you, yet here he is, screwing up again. He tugs on the rest of his clothes, ending with a hoodie for the unseasonably cold weather, and leaves to find you. As he descends the stairs, a gust of freezing air washes over him. He looks for the source, and sees the front door is ajar. Snowflakes blow in, along with a few small, downy feathers that look almost pink in the diffused morning light struggling to get through the heavy dark clouds that continue to roll in. 

"Morning." He hears Jason's groggy voice behind him, "You're up early.” He turns around to see Piper standing next to him, yawning. They’re wearing matching pajamas, and have matching bed head. They’re so cute together it would make Leo a little sick on any other day. Jason's hair is sticking up in every direction, and he wipes the smudges off his glasses with the hem of his shirt. Leo hasn't seen his friends since last night, when they backed him up in front of Calypso - something he hadn't been expecting. 

Just the sight of them brings back a highlight reel of all the things that they said - along with the rest of his friends - in his defense. That paired with how much he wishes he could see you right now, make sure you’re okay, is enough to have tears welling in the corners of his eyes. Sure, what he said might have been coming from feeling very justifiably upset at the way he’s been treated until now, but that’s not your fault. He shouldn’t have lashed out at you like he did.

“You okay?” Piper asks, a note of concern in her voice. He’s clearly not, and she wants to know why right now. He takes in a shaky breath and squeezes his eyes shut. After a few moments, he tells them what happened -  or at least he tries to. He barely gets out about half the story before he stops, really not wanting to cry more than he feels like he’s about to. Jason and Piper share a look. It’s so early and they’re barely awake, but that’s not going to stop them from trying to help him. In their drowsy stupor, they hear the worst in his fumbled explanation. 

They share a regretful look. What they piece together is really disappointing, but they can’t say they’re totally surprised. They definitely are disappointed, they were really starting to root for you - especially compared to Calypso. It’s not your quick wit or sharp tongue that surprises them, it’s that you directed it at Leo. They’re not sure exactly what words were exchanged, just that Leo is really hurting over this, which is the one thing they don’t want. To make things worse, he’s really worried about you. They hear footsteps behind them.

“What’s going on?” This time it’s Annabeth’s groggy morning voice, and she’s closely followed by Percy, who looks like he’d rather still be asleep. 

“They got into a fight,” Jason says, trying to bring them up to speed - granted, he doesn’t have much more information than they do now. Leo lets out a frustrated sigh, trying to squeeze away his tears and pressing his hands into his face. He shakes his head before his eyes land back on the door. The wind blew it a little further open, and he can see your footprints make long, panicked strides in the growing snow on the ground. 

“I-” he chuckles, weepily, “I have to go find her…” He’s already descending the stairs when his friends start to protest. It’s so early and they’re all barely awake, the last thing they want is for him to jump into something if they’re not awake enough to help him out yet.

“Wait,” Piper starts, “maybe you should stay here.” 

“Yeah, maybe we should talk about this before you, you know, rush into anything.” Percy agrees. 

“Or make a stupid decision for a manipulative bitch and get nothing in return.” 

Everyone stops dead in their tracks as Calypso’s voice echoes through the hall. A collective sense of being found by the T-Rex in Jurassic Park passes over everyone, and the room stills. Only Calypso could make a room full of people with ADHD stand totally still. 

“She’s gone. Good riddance.” Calypso says, without a sliver of concern in her voice. “I mean it was just a matter of time before that little whore finally showed her true colors, and-”

“FOR GODS’ SAKE CALYPSO! CAN YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP?! PLEASE?!” 

The room falls silent again, and all eyes turn to Leo. He looks exhausted and exasperated and completely and utterly done. She stares at him, mouth agape, refusing to believe he’s talking to her like that.

“Excuse-” She starts, but before she can finish, he keeps going. He’s not going to let her steamroll him, not anymore.

“I mean, really! We can’t get through one goddamn day without you ruining something. Do you have to work at being like this?” He demands rhetorically, “Cause it seems like you must work pretty fucking hard to be so miserable all the time!”

No one could have ever predicted this. No one could have imagined that Leo would ever be the one to put Calypso in her place like this. 

“I am not-” 

“No, no, no! I don’t give a shit!” He roars with an exasperated laugh, “I don’t want to hear any more of your bullshit or whining or constant complaining! I’ve had enough. We’ve all had enough, so just…” He laughs, trailing off as he realizes that he’s never going to get through to her. His only option is to get away from her. Or, he supposes, get her away from him. 

“Get out.” 

It’s silent again. All the commotion brought the last few people out of their rooms, so Nico, Will, Frank, and Hazel all heard most of what he had to say. They all stand there in shock as Calypso spews some more bullshit about not needing to take this and storms back into her room, presumably to pack her shit and leave. There’s a sense of giddy elation when she leaves. They have been waiting so, so long for him to really be able to stand up to her, to refuse being treated as shitty as she treats him. Percy makes some sassy remark behind her, and Piper is the first to congratulate him. Or she would have been, if he had stuck around long enough to celebrate. Piper jogs half way down the stairs, getting a glimpse of his dark, curly hair contrasting sharply with the snow. He’s out of the door before she can call his name. 

Leo barely registers how strange this whole snow storm is. It’s supposed to be spring, it should be ambiently warm with little flowers blooming, not look like a trailer for Frozen. In spite of how weird the weather is, he doesn’t care about that right now. He just wants to find you. He tracks through the snow rapidly accumulating on the ground, following your footprints until he loses track of them, getting lost or covered up by what is quickly turning into a blizzard. He shivers, pulling his jacket around himself tighter. He's a Houston boy, he's not prepared for all this wintery bullshit. He still loves snow, he thinks it's one of the prettiest, most magical things in the world, but it's not pretty when he’s worried about you being outside in it. 

Finally, he sees a figure in dark clothes shrouded in the blindingly white snowy landscape standing at the edge of the yard. He runs over, calling your name. He continues trudging through the snow, and when he’s close enough you turn around. Except it’s not you he’s met with. He stops dead in his tracks, stomach dropping as he struggles to remember her name after so many years. After a moment he remembers.

“Khione?!” He demands. He’s about to ask what the fuck she’s doing here. Before he can, she steps closer, lifting his chin up with her finger. 

“Well, well, well…” she says, and Leo’s surprised that he can hear her perfectly over the roaring wind of the storm. The storm she probably created, he realizes. “You are just as easy on the eyes as I remember you being.” 

A sickening chill runs down his spine at her words. Before he can even think of a reaction, she continues. 

“I’m sure you’re curious as to what brings me here.” She states, walking around him, eyes never leaving him. He feels like he’s being circled by a shark. “Well, you’re a smart boy, I’m sure you’ve heard the stories of how I got two gods to fall in love with me.” 

He hasn’t, but now doesn’t seem like a good time to bring that up. 

“Poseidon, I had wrapped around my finger.” She chuckles. “And Apollo…” The laughter evaporates, and her smile disappears, replaced by something more bitter.

“Apollo…” She stares into space, then her gaze hardens. “Apollo broke my heart.” She spits, turning away from him as she continues. 

“I swore I would never love again, I’d never let myself be fooled by a beautiful man with warm eyes and charming smile. And then,” she whips around to him, her gaze dangerous. “You showed up.” 

She walks closer to him, and Leo retreats a few steps on instinct. 

“You showed up, and were tantalizingly close, almost in my grasp.” Her expression grows cold. “Then you rejected me.” 

His stomach drops. 

“I tried to talk some sense into Apollo, get him to see what he’s missing, but he’s too much of a fool to see the prize in front of him.” She spits before flashing another dangerous grin. “But I got my revenge on him, you can be sure of that. He stole my heart, I stole something of his right back.” Leo’s brow furrows, trying to piece together what her words really mean, trying to connect the dots between this and everything else that’s going on. She lets out a crazed chuckle. 

“But I got my revenge.” She continues, getting even closer to him. She sizes him up, glowering at him predatorily. She chuckles darkly, and Leo sees something unhinged deep in her eyes starting to rise to the surface.

“And now, you will be my lover,” she laughs maniacally, “IN AN ETERNAL WINTER WASTELAND!” 

Her laughter reverberates through the swirling snow, and Leo’s stomach drops. Chills creep over his skin, but it’s not just from the cold.

“Okay!” He yells over the howling wind, as thick snowflakes collect on his eyelashes. “You are seriously in-fucking-sane!” He’s not sure she can even hear him, but it doesn’t matter. He’s not letting her get away with this, he’s not going to let her turn the world into a giant snow globe forever. He pulls his arms away from being wrapped up tight around himself and holds out his hands. They’re stiff from the cold, but that doesn’t stop him from summoning two huge balls of fire. They engulf him all the way up to the elbows, thawing him out a little. He takes a deep breath, steadies himself, and prepares to fight. Or more specifically, kick her frigid ass.

[thatsysfeelwhen]

ok??? lmao??? idk why its my fault that u were weird with my bf but whatever. ofc u wanna "defend" urself when u were clearly in the wrong.

sorry i didnt immediately forgive you, especially when ure a big part of my trauma over the years.

i was taking time to sort out my feelings but if you have to go all "fuck you" on me then it shows that i shouldnt have forgiven you anyways lmao.

glad this is sorted out

ure not entitled to forgivness when u did the same thing u got mad at luna and vice for doing. just because im not 4 years old doesnt mean i wouldnt still want to b asked for consent before u do that shit??

u know i have sexual trauma, i know u have sexual trauma too. thats why i assumed u wouldnt be petty ab being told ab my feelings on this, tho ig i was wrong.

and i didn't "guilt trip" u if ure convinced i did, im just not in the mood to fight or argue when ure in the wrong, so i said my opinion and if u cant handle it - that's ur fault. literally u have always done this. you always do this. every single time w/o fail. i bring smth up that i have an issue w, ure always pissed bcuz u dont wanna be in the wrong. and i know you didn't bring up anything ab me guilt tripping, but i know that someone probably did since they always do at some point.

u can say "fuck you" and block me and whatever, throw away years of hard work. just know im not gonna forgive u anymore. im not. this is it. this was your last chance. there wont be "i wonder when he'll come back" or "i wonder when we'll talk again." i wont be dming you a year or two from now, and if u try to reach out then im not gonna respond trying to be bestie-bestie with you.

yeah, i'll admit. i've done bad things in the past and i'm sorry i hurt you when i did. but you can never seem to show that same remorse when you've clearly done something wrong. you never wait for me to heal or come to terms with what you did, you always just blame me for feeling like shit when u did something wrong. yeah, when i confronted you, i used a lot of cursing. i was angry. it triggered my ptsd, i felt gross and dirty, and i was upset. im sorry that i've taken days to recover and i'm still not even fully recovered from the situation. however if this is how you want it to end, im fine w it. i can still be happy w/o your friendship.

i didnt want to end our friendship, because u were the only person who went thru all of that horrible shit with me. but, honestly im ok with it because half of the time u were apart of that horrible shit that happened to me.

hope u have a good day or whatever.

lol, get better soon bestie xoxo

stop playing the victim, youre almost a damn adult. you should know better, you selfish prick.

p.s. dont ever contact me again, ill ignore you with no hesitation. i see through your lies and abuse.

[shuxiii]

hey!

idk if this makes sense to you but let me tell u something.

love is just about time and choices.

the time is your enemy number one. the time decides if you are gonna meet someone in the right moment when you already know if you are really prepared to love someone and give everything their deserved.

++

it’s doesn’t matter if u don’t have a great relationship with your parents but the urge for making they proud is the key for everything.

but whatever

haerin knows how hard can be her mother and its not her fault loving y/n but she is really prepared?

this is what i wanna say: they meet in the right time but their choices of how the things is gonna happening was clearly exposed by their actions and how their truly are.

you have to be a complete person if you want to love someone.

and the sad thing is most of us dont have the chance to be complete.

how you act, how you care, how you can be a better person.

haerin and y/n love each other but none of them are ready to be in any kind of relationships.

idk if u already finish the story, but thank u for give us some light in this hell of existence.

xoxo eli

Guys it’s 6 am it’s too early to give me a breakdown but listen u don’t need to be complete to be able to love.

What I'm saying no matter what state you are in, may you be struggling mentally, emotionally, physically, one thing I'm sure of is that love will always welcome you unconditionally. Love is a selfless action; they won't care if you're filled with flaws and scars that can't be fixed or healed, they'll love you regardless of it. No matter where you are in your life, or state, love will welcome you with open arms. ><

HAHSHHSSHS im just saying people disregard love because most of them time they think they dont deserve it sometimes they think they should be better or they should fix themselves first, but honestly love wouldn’t care at all, people are always going to love you even in ur darkest times, the people who love you will be there for you when ure fixing yourself, so you should learn to welcome them because grrrr

You know, like even if I'm mentally not okay, if someone loved me I wouldn't lock them out because I'm fixing myself. I would let them in. At least I know that when I'm mentally struggling, someone is there to be by my side.

Because I know that even when im struggling atleast i know im still loved

[omarapolloplsmarryme]

feelings

heyyy peopleeee, its been a while, but anyway

I've come to realize I'm no longer unaffected

this has both led me to feel the best and worst I ever have

things mean so much to me, the lack of anything does as well, if not more, how strange is that? often it is my own impatience, anger, anxiety, whatever other negative feelings I create in my head that ruin things for me, I betray the situation thinking of all the ways it could go wrong. I still have trouble taking people for what they are but now I let myself fall. instead of avoiding, I give it a try for the limited positive moments that arise. Though I'm at a loss for this, I am also partially at fault for my own turmoil. I had something decently fine, something that could have been something real. Something that was seemingly just oh so right, and I ended it, twice. Not with my words, but with my actions. It is beyond me how people have things deeper than that and are simply made to move on when it ends. The literal weeks of that were enough to make me loose my mind, how do people go years of that and MORE and are simply made to move on when it ends?

something I never expected to happen ended up tormenting me for weeks, it continues to do so as I process

I think of what I did, what I could've done differently, what you could've done differently, and why you did what you did. all I look for are reasons, explanations, things I will never get and forever ponder. when it starts to rain, while I wait for my coffee to brew, and when I see someone who looks like you. in the end, I know I would do nothing different, I know there's a plan for me and though it do wish it was you, it clearly isn't.

as much as it hurt to push you away, I will never regret taking action and telling you the truth. someday we may speak again but I will never regret doing what I wanted to, letting myself do what I think is right and what I have held back from for too long. I hope we can grow towards each other and I hope you too will be able to tell me what you feel rather than what you think you should.

"I opened my mouth, almost said something. almost, the rest of my life might have turned out differently if I had. but I didn't." khaled hosseni

someday I will make peace with it, and while I wish nothing would hurt me again, having been so painfully vulnerable and weak has taught me a lot. about myself, about the world, about how I want to continue to approach the people I love or will love or will see a lot more often

for that, I thank u

xoxo, mgf

[gurugirl]

You are NOT overreacting. You have the right to decide who gets to touch you. Please step away and tell these creeps "NO. Do not touch me." In an assertive voice. It's so hard, I know, and it's not your fault. And it shouldn't be on you to stop it, but men suck so unless you very clearly say no and tell them to stop they will say you wanted it. Start carrying mace if possible and show it to them. I'm so sorry this is happening to you. You don't need to reply, I understand. I've been touched w/o my consent and it was laughed off by everyone present so I felt like there was nothing I could do. I'm older now and better at being assertive about my boundaries, even if it gets me called a bitch. Men are awful.

Oh I know I'm not overreacting when I think about it rationally. I've dealt with this kind of thing (unfortunately) since I was young. I actually can't count how many times I've had very uncomfortable and even terrifying things happen with men which is why I always gravitate toward women and feel safer with women (barring one recent circumstance on tumblr which I won't get into right now). But yeah...

And I'm terrified of being too assertive because some men do not like hearing no and can become violent - which I've experienced before, so I try and be more gentle (which is also no good I know) to avoid being grabbed and shouted at or worse. Just knowing what I've dealt with in the past when being clear and assertive in saying no -and how that made things escalate to someone trying to hurt me, that was really scary for me so now I try to placate to avoid being hurt.

I'm going with a friend in a bit to buy some pepper spray actually :) Also have a few more plans for this going forward.

Thank you hon. I appreciate your advice 💕

xoxo

[iamnojedii]

19. Give us a headcanon about your muse that you never shared to anyone else or wanting to explore deeper. 

@pryceism​

I don’t think I have one that I haven’t shared in some way, but the one I’ve talked about the least I vaguely mentioned here, because I see discrepancy in eye color between Clone Wars and Rebels and canon is my playground. Strap in because in this essay I actually will--

Deep Force Lore™ is one of my favorite things about Star Wars, and in both series we get to see aspects of the Force in balance and out of balance, and plenty of debate on what balance actually means. In Clone Wars we meet the Mortis gods who are literal personifications of the light and the dark and the balance. In Rebels, we meet the Bendu, who - when referred to as a Force-wielder - says:

The Jedi and Sith wield the Ashla and Bogan, the light and the dark. I’m the one in the middle, the Bendu.

Which is super cool, because there’s a lot canonized in that one scene. Also Bendu’s views on conflict are pretty interesting, because he helps the protagonists at times, but it’s more like...nudging someone to make their own choices and not being bothered one way or the other what happens to them; when petitioned for help against the invading Empire, he unleashes a terrible storm that threatens the lives of both the Imperials and the rebels.

BUY ANYWAY-- Ahsoka’s eyes.

They’re a completely different shade of blue by the time we get to the years leading up to the Galactic Civil War. Even Ahsoka’s Force vision of her future self has the same eye color as she does during the Clone Wars era (also no striations to her montrals/lekku, but that’s another Sarah Essay™ for another time). Why the change? Animation differences aside, Ahsoka’s skin and stripe coloring on her montrals and lekku are exactly the same. What changed is Ahsoka’s concentrated focus/relationship with the Force and how she uses it.

Ahsoka’s always been a naturally gifted Force-user even from a young age. Her abilities have always been described to be “advanced”, and we’ve seen her use mind tricks and force choke-slam Trandoshans and stall Nu-class attack shuttles mid-flight and shut off lightsabers by dampening their energy with the Force, but she also has some interesting stuff going on beyond that.

First being what went down on Mortis: her death and resurrection due to The Daughter’s lifeforce being transferred to her. We’ve seen very little of what that implies, outside of the convor bird, Morai, following Ahsoka wherever she goes, which is described in Rebels as “a servant of The Daughter, or The Daughter herself when acting as a spirit guide.” Also, I love the on-the-nose implications of Morai’s namesake regarding Greek mythology.

Another thing that’s important and something that’s repeatedly been driven home throughout Clone Wars is the contradictions within Ahsoka herself that lend themselves to the dark side. Which brings me to the second point; Malachor in Rebels.

Malachor is home to a Sith temple, which...okay, that’s bad, but I like how Dave Filoni talks about the symbolism and dichotomy of that temple:

When the characters are above ground, it’s daylight and they’re looking down at a black surface. When they are below, it’s nighttime and they’re looking up at what seem to be stars.  The design elements were important to reinforce the concepts of night and day, light and dark, life and death. Those things are part of Malachor’s DNA and its architecture.

Which is pretty on par with all the themes of Twilight of the Apprentice but also important to what ends up happening to Ahsoka at the end of her confrontation with Vader. She descends into the depths of the Sith temple, through the same ‘exit’ we saw Maul and Ezra emerge from. You know, the one Maul was all Rule of Two-ing Ezra about in regards to how to navigate the temple. We don’t really know what happened after that aside from some Topps digital card art that Filoni did, where he talks about her journey from the realm of the dead to the realm of the living, but it’s safe to say she navigated that temple alone with Morai as a kind of spiritual guide. I also think it’s safe to say that, similar to Jedi temples, Sith temples can be just as “tricky” in terms of having various pathways they can lead an individual down. A rebirth can be just as much of a death as a new form of life, which is pointed out to Ahsoka by Bendu:

BENDU: Understand this, much will change as a result of this encounter. AHSOKA: Isn’t that true of all things, as time advances? BENDU: My dear, when I say change, I mean death. AHSOKA: So I will die? BENDU: Will you? I didn’t know that. Goodbye then, Ahsoka Tano, former Jedi Knight.

Ahsoka, at her core, is a good person. Much of what drives and motivates Ahsoka is doing the right thing-- as she sees it. We all know people can believe something wrong is something right, and I don’t think Ahsoka is exactly averse to using less-than-upstanding means to accomplish a goal (see: using Darth Maul as a fatal distraction to help ensure her and Rex’s escape, being totally chill with ordering others to use violent means to get information out of targets, being totally chill observing others using violence as a means to a ‘good’ end-- seen predominantly in her apprenticeship to Anakin). All of these things aren’t exactly good actions or decisions, but she justifies them because they’re being done to achieve something she deems as good or righteous. Ahsoka is someone who is not above revenge and seeking vengeance for her loved ones or for wrongs committed to others/her ideals. This is a textbook un-Jedi way of thought, more in line with someone who leans towards the darker aspects of the Force. That being said, Ahsoka isn’t someone who seeks power, not for herself or over others. She isn’t cruel, no matter how ruthless her actions can come across. She’s not entirely selfless, but she’s not consumed by the concept of self.

Ahsoka’s relationship with the Force is parallel to her own personal moral compass. Her white lightsabers are perfect reflection of that. True Neutral. She has no affiliation with the Jedi, but she also holds no leanings towards Sith ideology either.

Lucasfilm story person Matt Martin, when asked about the concept of “Gray Jedi”, tweeted about how a Force user who wields both light and dark aspects of the Force can’t do so without consequences. I find that interesting, because it’s not a “that’s not possible” answer, just a “sure, but there’s a price to pay” answer. Which I vibe with.

We already know that the Force at its extremes has a visible affect on the users body (and sometimes mind). We’ve mostly seen this in Sith and other dark side users, predominately yellow/red eyes and sometimes actual degradation of the users body (gross). But we’ve also seen this in other beings. The Bendu? The mystic space moose talking about residing firmly in the middle of the Force who can control the weather and open Sith holocrons like it’s no big deal? He’s blind. So Ahsoka, someone who has a powerful connection to The Daughter, someone whose moral compass can justify ethically muddled choices for a righteous cause, sees a visible mark indicating her relationship with the Force: indigo eyes.

Some of my favorite quotes from the Ahsoka novel sum up her relationship with the Force very nicely, I think:

A sharp whine reached Ahsoka’s ears, the dark and light song of the crystals struggling for balance.... When Ahsoka opened her hands, she was not surprised to find that two lightsabers, rough and unfinished, were waiting. They would need more work, but they were hers. When she turned them on, they shone the brightest white.

BAIL: I’ve never seen white ones before. AHSOKA: They used to be red. When the creature had them, they were red. But I heard them before I ever saw him on Raada, and knew that they were meant for me. BAIL: You changed their nature? AHSOKA: I restored them. I freed them.

BAIL: In this fight, there will be people like Barriss who are focused on the past. And there will be people who focus strongly on the future. Neither of them is wrong, exactly, but even if we don’t always walk the same path as one another, ours must be the middle road. AHSOKA: [Ahsoka smiled] That’s what I thought when I was trying to find the crystals that power my lightsabers.... I want something in the middle of that, still useful but different than before.

[azalea-mcyt]

do you think you can write ageplay with praise, with sapnap please

𝕋𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕣, 𝕋𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕣

Pairing: Teacher!Sapnap x Student!Fem!Reader

Content Warning: ageplay, pet names, praise, sir kink, masturbation, slight dacryphilia, creampie, unprotected sex (pls protect yourselves)

You were a good student, so you didn't understand why your Professor had asked you to stay behind.

Maybe the essay you'd handed in wasn't up to his standard. Perhaps you hadn't been paying attention. Or it was that energy drink on your desk.

Sure, he was hot, and every girl agreed with you. But he was your Professor. He was at least twenty years older than you, yet his physique couldn't be faulted. There was no ring on his finger, nor were there any signs of a partner. That was probably why the girls flocked to him.

Thankfully, the bell rang. The other students poured out of the lecture hall, leaving you and Professor Sapnap alone.

"You're probably worried sick, aren't you?" He asked, walking up the stairs to you. "It's alright, doll, I actually wanted to give you some praise."

You felt your cheeks heat up. People praising you always made you weak at the knees. With your Professor saying it, though?

"Your essay was immaculate! I'm so proud of your progress through the year so far. It's amazing to see."

"You're... proud of me?" The silence told you both all you needed to know.

"You wanna here it again?" His face got closer to yours. "I'm so proud of you." Taking a deep breath, Sapnap got closer to you. His body was now next to yours.

He lifted you up onto the desk, pushing your skirt up. Your lips were hungry for each other; your bodies were too. Teasing every single part of you, he made sure you were wet enough for him.

Sapnap was clearly skilled with this. He had definitely done this before, and knew where you wanted it. There was no doubt that he was good at it too. Small whimpers fell out of your lips, which he covered up by kissing you.

Pulling your panties to the side, he lined himself up with you. He was larger than anyone you'd taken before, but you couldn't resist him.

"You ready, babe?" All you could do is nod with anticipation. "Gimme some words, baby."

"Yes, yes! Please!" Was all you could manage to say. Sapnap smirked before placing the tip inside you. Both of you moaned in unison, trying to be as quiet as possible.

It took you a few moments to get used to him. The whole time he kissed your neck and told you what a good girl you were being. Eventually, he began to move.

"Ahh~ you're doing so well, baby." He couldn't help but tell you.

You had to bite your Professor's shoulder to keep yourself quiet. His strong hand stayed on your back, keeping you upright while he fucked you.

"Sir, I-" You couldn't finish your sentence. The pleasure you were feeling was second to none. Sapnap's thumb rubbed your clit gently, and that was all you needed.

Tears fell down as you came crashing over the edge, your teacher not far behind you. He thrusted inside of you a few more times for good measure. It took the both of you some time to catch your breaths.

"Are you doing anything tonight?" He asked you, your foreheads still touching.

"No, why?" You replied.

"Do you want to come to my place?"

i didn't think i'd enjoy this ask as much as i did. 😳 thank you for this request, anon!

xoxo,

azalea

[mari-monsta]

hi i just want to say it's such a pleasure to follow you bc youre so right about stuff all the time. love the way you think about characters and narratives and themes etc. unrelated but I listened to hadestown again today and if you have literally anything else to say about ml/hadestown crossover i am ALL ears but i am all ears whenever you speak regardless xoxo

HEHE THANK YOU it was an absolute PLEASURE to receive this ask yesterday morning and I treasured it and saved it to answer until now because i was busy watching lil nas x twerk on stage yesterday and also working

ANYWAY this is high praise and it always makes me SO happy to hear people like my character interpretations and my blorbo ramblings. Please note I am sending this to my friends to tell them that I have proof i am so right about stuff all the time :) thank you for enabling my blorbo illness. I would also like you to know that I love ur thoughts and reactions to things in ur tags and also ur content is so immaculate 🙇🙇

OKAY SO I have SO MUCH thoughts i am dying to share them maybe I will use a cut now for people who don't want to hear me talk extensively about hades town but HERE WE GO

So first of all Gabriel agreste has to be hades. The Control the trying to keep his loved ones under his thumb the fear his Need to know that the rug won't be pulled out from under him. His desperate attempts to bring the love of his life back into his arms but subsequently pushing her father and father away. I Do Not Know how you have Adrien be Orpheus or Eurydice with his as Hades but it has to be like this it just has to!!!

Then for Adrien and Marinette being Orpheus and Eurydice I just its so HARD because they're both like nothing alike either of the characters but at the same time their failings and fears and stuff are all the same??? The inherent tragedy of it all. it BLEEDS love square i just couldn't let it leave me alone even though it doesn't quite fit.

Now the reason I have SUCH a hard time assigning them one role or another is this. Clearly Marinette generally more closely resembles Eurydice upon first glance because of the way she guards her heart and her hesitance to commit. Marinette is much more likely to be the one whos turned cynical and jaded against the world as they are in canon now. She's been canonically less likely to think to believing in the inherent good in people like adrien and also Orpheus seems to.

Adrien in turn fits Orpheus as an inherent romantic and loyal to a fault. Naïve and captivating in a way that you truly believe he believes in the possibility of the world to be good and good things to be manifested from it. Adrien has that easily captivating side of him and its easy to imagine him singing songs that move everyone.

However, despite the fact it's not always her first instinct, Marinette has been more than shown to have the power of captivating people like this.

This is where I get stuck too, because I cannot see Adrien EVER turning a blind eye to Marinette in her time of need the way Orpheus does. Now, I 100% believe it wasn't his fault and that he had no idea. But I just CANT see Adrien ever getting sucked into his work so thoroughly that he wouldn't be able to realize Marinette was crying out for help to him.

DO you know who does do that though? That's right. Marinette does. Marinette is canonically a creative type that can easily get so sucked into her duties and her efforts in protecting everyone that she loves she subsequently pushes them all away and neglects them in the process. Like I said though I'm not blaming either character for this I'm just stating their similarities. Marinette also cares to a fault but very differently than Adrien does.

And do you know who's been known to lay down and die about it when he thinks there's no hope? That's right. It's Adrien. Something something the tracks chant to songbird are basically kuroneko something something I hope you understand because otherwise I'll sound insane.

THEN we have the second act. This is where everything is turned on its head. Eurydice has signed her life away to Hades and Orpheus thus begins to question all his faith in humanity and the inherent goodness of the world, the betrayal breaks him. Now I think this works just fine for either Marinette or Adrien. But it's the climax, where Orpheus is leading them all back to the mortal world and has Eurydice and the workers following behind. As much as Adrien has the capability to believe in the good in others and sometimes inspire it, he's never had quite the leadership capabilities that Marinette does.

If ANYONE would be leading a revolt against the cruelties of the world instead of laying down and taking it it would be Marinette for sure. And if anyone would follow her through hell and back to help her do it it would be Adrien. But Marinette doubts. She doubts so much. Such a big part of the reason Marinette started pushing Chat Noir away during season 4 was that she was afraid of him. Afraid of leading him astray and having him leave her first, so she pushed him away before he could do it. But he was never going to leave her, and he proved that all along. He'd always believe in her and be on her side no matter what mistakes she made along the way. The only thing he doubts in her is her care for HIM. So Marinette is 100% the one who'd be so strong as to be able to walk through hell and back all alone. All alone until she gets to the very end because she doesn't think her kitty has been behind her all along, and is shocked and overjoyed to find him right at her back as always.

Definitely it could go the other way too but.... HNGNNGNGH season 4 narratives,......

Anyway edrklemsdlkvmeklmrfe I hope you don't mind the long rant too much I don't know if you expected me to dump like 7 paragraphs on you i hope you enjoy???

[incorrect-missionimpossible]

Uh I don't know if you're still taking prompts but I'm dying to read something where Ethan finds out Benji has tattoos (just likes Simon's) and Ethan is all ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡(ӦｖӦ｡) I even have some fanart in my blog or at Instagram @ biablioteca xoxo

hi!! thank you for the prompt :D this took me a while to answer, my apologies for that hhhhhhhh. the fanart is here if anyone wants to check it out, it's really good!!

without further ado, the fic, 1448 words long. enjoy!!

read on ao3!!

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tattoos [that i didn't know you had]

“Hey,” Benji whispers. Ethan tilts his head towards Benji, acknowledging him. They’re curled up in the back of a van with Jane; Will’s driving and Ilsa’s sitting next to him. Jane is asleep on Ethan’s shoulder, the white bandages around her leg bright in the dim light of the van. They’re returning from a mission, a long, exhausting one and it required all of Ethan’s team, excluding Luther, who was on his honeymoon.

“I think I’ve been shot,” Benji tells Ethan quietly, and Ethan jerks up, all thoughts of sleep forgotten. Jane groans as he dislodges her.  

“What?” Ethan hisses. “Benji-”

Benji understands. “Bullet went through me. I’m bleeding quite a lot. Um, it was numb, but not anymore. I’ve got a cloth bunched up against it.”

Ethan knocks on the sliding door between the storage and driver’s seat. “Will,” he says loudly. Ilsa slides the door open and pokes her head through.

“What?”

“Benji’s been shot. Drive faster.”

Ilsa’s eyes widen; she’s clearly too tired to police her emotions. She nods and a moment later, the van moves faster with a screech.

---

Benji’s almost passed out by the time they reach the safe house. Ilsa helps her girlfriend limp inside the house, while Will rushes inside to get the first aid kit ready. Ethan half carries Benji, stumbling through the cold night air into the house as lights flicker on inside.

Jane’s collapsed on a chair, her face pale and sweaty. Her bandages need changing, and Ilsa notes Ethan’s glance at them before grabbing a pile of bandages and handing Jane a flask of whiskey she downs in a gulp.

Ethan winces as Benji moves away the bloody cloth he’d been clutching to his side, revealing his bloody flannel. It’s soaked through.

“How did it take you so long to tell me about this,” Ethan asks, concealing his anger.

Benji shrugs. “Jane was shot. Her wound was more lethal. Forgot about mine.”

“You forgot- how did you-” Ethan runs a hand through his hair, frustrated beyond measure. How did Benji just, forget about his fucking gunshot wound. Ethan wants to punch something.

Will enters the living room, carrying a tray with needles, thread, scissors and alcohol. “Remove your flannel,” he says testily. He looks harried, in a way Will rarely does.

Benji looks up at Ethan, and Ethan, helpless in the face of his eyes, removes the flannel gently. He blinks in surprise at what it reveals, Benji has tattoos.

Ethan stares at them as Will stitches Benji up, Benji’s hand crushing his. They twine around Benji’s left shoulder and the top of his arm, not going beyond where a shirt would. They’re designs Ethan can’t quite make out, but they’re gorgeous. There’s another on Benji’s collarbone, surrounding the delicate bone. It’s partially covered by Benji’s tank top, and Ethan shocks himself with how much he wants to see the rest of it, and any other tattoos Benji might be hiding.

“Done,” Will interrupts Ethan’s train of thought, and Benji lets go of Ethan’s hand, his head falling back, exposing the long line of his neck.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, and Ethan lets out a chuckle. “I’m never getting shot again.”

“I think that would be a bit difficult, with our line of work,” Will says, amused. He lets out a yawn, and so does Benji.

“Bed?” Ethan asks softly. Benji nods. Will takes his leave, heading up to the room he’s claimed as his own. Ilsa waves at them before picking up Jane, who’s too tired to protest, and climbing up the stairs.

Ethan presumes they’re heading to the second bedroom. He smiles at Ilsa and moves to the sofa, pulling it out and working on turning it to a bed. “I didn’t know you had tattoos,” he starts, keeping his voice as casual as he can.

Benji starts. “These little things?”

Ethan wouldn’t call them little, exactly, they cover Benji’s shoulder and collarbone, and there’s another one on Benji’s right arm. “Yeah.”

“I got them at Oxford,” Benji says, a light smile dancing on his face. “Stupid dare. Asked the artist to do them so they’d be covered by my t-shirts. Looks like he did his job pretty well, huh? The best spy in the IMF didn’t know I had tattoos.”

Ethan grins at Benji, enjoying the twinkle in his eyes. “Not my fault I’ve never seen you in anything but geeky shirts and flannels.”

“You just had to ask,” Benji says, careless as anything, before turning bright red. “I- not that I would just undress for anyone, I mean, like, it’s-”

Ethan pats Benji’s shoulder. “Benj,” he says warmly, and Benji stutters to a stop.

“Thanks,” Benji says, relaxing.

Ethan helps Benji up and into the bed, before sliding in next to him. “I think they’re cool,” he whispers.

A flush overtakes Benji’s face. “Thanks,” he replies, sounding pleased.

Ethan offers him a small smile, before leaning over to flick off the lights.

---

The second time Ethan sees Benji’s tattoos, they’re on a mission slash vacation in Costa Rica. Ethan’s team had been sent to track the movements of an American on the CIA’s Most Wanted list, but he’d left before they could catch him. The hotel they’d booked was for a week, and Ethan managed to coerce the IMF into allowing them to stay and make use of the money that went into the mission.

Jane and Ilsa had their own room, of course, and Will claimed a single for himself. Ethan and Benji had a double to themselves, with two queen sized beds.

“Heaven,” Benji groans, from his bed. He’s sprawled out on it, his shirt riding up a little, revealing a sliver of skin. Ethan swallows and looks away.

“I’m going to hit the beach,” he tells Benji, who makes some grunting noises, not moving from where he looks like he’s trying to bury himself in his bed.

Ethan chuckles and shakes his head, fond, before heading to the bathroom to change and gather his things. He leaves Benji, who’s curled up in a little ball on the bed, to his own devices, and thinks he deserves some sun and a good hour or two with his paperback.

---

Ethan’s about 40 pages into his book when he sees Benji. His eyes widen, and his mouth drops a little, because, well, wow.

Benji’s shirtless, and he’s built [which isn’t a shock, really; Ethan’s always been able to see the lines of his lean body under his tighter t-shirts], but it’s the tattoos that take his breath away.

They cover his entire torso and chest, curving around the muscles carefully. Ethan is pretty sure the tattoos are vines, and they look stunning in the sunlight, enhancing Benji’s build. Ethan is up and moving towards Benji without a second thought, and Benji grins at him.

“Hey,” he says, once Ethan is in earshot. Ethan doesn’t say anything, and Benji’s smile turns a little bemused. Ethan stops once he’s close enough to Benji that if he took one more step and leant forward a little-

Anyways.

His hands flutter around Benji’s skin, not touching, just, hovering. “Little?” Ethan breathes in disbelief.

Benji realizes Ethan’s looking at his tattoos. “Oh. Yeah. Those ones happened later. Took me about five sessions to get it done. Extraordinarily painful.”

Ethan exhales slowly. “Can I-” he moves his hands jerkily. He’s just understood how close to Benji he’s standing.

“Yeah,” Benji nods, studying Ethan with a small frown on his face.

Ethan touches the beginning of the first vine with a finger, and when Benji doesn’t say anything, he continues, tracing the path of the twining plant around Benji’s body. He’s careful, avoiding the scars and bruises. Ethan ends up on the design on his collarbone, and he looks up, into Benji’s eyes.

He can’t read them; he doesn’t know what Benji is going to do or say. Ethan moves to step back, but Benji whispers “Ethan,” and he stops.

Benji slides a hand under his chin [their height difference makes it easier for him to do that,] and tilts Ethan’s head up a little.

Ethan gives in to his impulses. He leans in, and presses his lips to Benji’s.

Benji kisses back immediately, sliding his hands around Ethan’s waist and closing the tiny distance between their bodies. Ethan gets a hand on Benji’s cheek and another pressed on his chest

Later, Ethan will trace the tattoos again, Benji will tell him the stories of how he got them, and Ethan will place a light kiss to all of them. They’ll share a queen-sized bed.

But for now, they stay there, kissing deeply, the sun burning the back of Ethan’s neck.

[---]

yes i KNOW the ending isnt very great hjfhkjshdsjk but here u go anyways :)

thanks for reading!!

[tanblaque]

Episode 2 was so good! The voice acting in it I really loved! also batter's ass- another thing that i would to add as a critique, i feel like the elsens' voice is good but i feel like need the "Hhh" in the voice, giving that sign of that the elsens are clearly not in the greatest health or something. But Batter's voice has definitely improved! (i'm very excited to see the other voices of the upcoming characters) also also, i love your art! its a huge inspiration! thank you for being you!

Hi! Thank you so much! :) That was a fault on my part, (the audio was too low on the breaths after several edits, and I probably cut out too much) But I’ll get this fixed on the next one. Thanks for being here! xoxo

[darkdevasofdestruction]

I just wanted to let you know that in your master list there are no links do like when you click on it nothing happens I don't know if that was deliberately or not but I'm just letting you know because I was looking for a fix you right and I don't want to have to check all your post from 2017 to now to find it

Honestly, only one person mentioned something like that before, and I can only guess they, like yourself, would be a PC user, otherwise I don’t know. All the phone links work and I use them almost daily, however, I never use the Tumblr PC for anything else other than writing - Which consequently gets me to the second point - 

I ALWAYS put links to all my writings and I update my Masterlist the exact save second that I hit POST on any writing.

Now, I can’t say I’m happy about the lowkey passive-aggressiveness from this ask, but it’s not my fault if PC links don’t work. My friends said they worked, and I tried out every method of putting links.

If they work on the phone ( which they DO ) , that means there is a problem with how Tumblr messes around with links on the browser PC version, so, again, there’s nothing I can do about it.

Now, obviously, all my writings have TAGS attached, so you don’t HAVE to search through 1088 posts ( 1089 with this one ) since, clearly, you are not interested in everything I wrote/posted/shitposted/answered/etc , so the tag method is the safest, fastest and easiest option, that, HOPEFULLY,  browser PC Tumblr didn’t completely fuck up.

Thanks, Tumblr.

xoxo

( Also, damn, 2017, that’s a shit lot of time ago )

[kingkatsuki]

Hi! I'm pretty confused about something, so I decided to ask you, since I know you have multiple blogs. Is your bnha blog your primary one? I just found out that only primary ones can like and reblog things, or basically do anything for that matter. And I know that you're capable of reblogging and commenting underneath this account, but you also clearly have a main. So if this isn't your main, do you have an entirely separate account under a different email? Sorry, I know this is long, xoxo.

Hihihihi!

So ten-thousand-k is my main blog, if I follow you or comment on a tumblr post it’ll come up as that account. Lady-Bakuhoe is my sideblog, it’s the same email! With a sideblog you can message people and reblog things but you can’t follow people and you can’t comment on their tumblr posts with the account. I also can’t send any asks with this blog which sucks, but it’s my fault for being lazy and not creating a new account. It’s just every time I start a new writing blog I never expect it to take off or get popular. Too late to change now 😅