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[acrxmxnal-archived]

He’s a 10 but he keeps stealing back his pocket knife. (thebasketcasebabe)

"Could always steal one for you if you want...unless you want this one specifically..."

@thebasketcasebabe

[aphroditeinthesea]

“ the best thing that’s ever been mine ”

jason grace x greek!fem!reader ⚡

a quest turned unforgettable

a/n happy 30th birthday loml (bc he's very alive xo)

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Y/N was already exhausted. She joined Jason on their last quest before they would be off to New Rome University.

“There’s too many choices,” she complained, laying upside down on the motel bed in a random small town in Vermont, “I cannot decide between journalism and creative writing.”

The tall blond walked out of the bathroom and leaned against the doorframe. He held his toothbrush that was still covered in the blue paste, “why don't you do both?”

She thought for a second, “I’ll decide when we get there, I guess.”

He leaned back inside the bathroom to spit in the sink before joining her on the bed. She leaned over, laying her head in his lap so her so he could play with her hair, “two weeks.”

“Ugh,” she scrunched her face, “that’s so weird.”

“It’s not that weird,” he laughed, “it’s nice. We’re gonna be moving in together, every night can be like this.”

She smiled, sitting up, “seems too good to be true.”

He trailed his arm around her, letting her rest her head on his shoulder, “I know, every morning I actually have to pinch myself to make sure I’m not still dreaming,” he melancholically smiled, “I have to make sure I have this life, that this is actually happening to me,” he looked down at her, “and that you're real.”

She bit her lip, smiling, “cheesy.”

“Hey!” He defended, “I open up to you and get called cheesy?”

She giggled, “sorry, sorry,” she pressed a kiss to his cheek, causing his expression to soften, “I just think it’s cute you think I might not be real.”

“How is that cute?” he laughed. She kneeled on the bed to now be taller than him, “because it means you love me.”

He laid back, pulling her down with him, “love isn't a strong enough word, sweetheart.”

“Hm,” she positioned herself on her elbows, “then what is?”

“I don't think there’s a word for it.”

“Enamored, adoration, agape?”

“Did you just open a thesaurus?”

She cackled, throwing her head back, “it’s called a brain, blondie.”

“Sorry, I’ve never heard of that,” he joked.

She leaned up, kissing the corner of his mouth, “most people’s are in their head, but yours might be here,” she held onto his bicep.

“Wow, Y/N,” he sighed, “where’s yours then?”

She shrugged, sitting up to lean on the headboard, “considering I came on this quest, because I didn't want to leave you, I say here,” she answered, pointing to her chest.

“Your heart?” he grinned.

“No, my boobs.”

He let out a bray laugh, throwing himself onto a pillow. She grabbed another pillow to hit him with.

“Ow!”

“That did not hurt.”

“It could’ve,” he responded.

“You’ve been stabbed countless times, I think you can handle a feather pillow.”

“Wow, hit me where it hurts,” he sarcastically replied.

“Okay,” she smiled, hitting him again.

“Y/N!” He yelped, shielding his face with his arms.

She hit him again, and again, and again. When she finally stopped, he stared up at her in a way that his blue eyes might as well be shaped like hearts, “Jason?”

“Will you marry me?”

Her eyes widened, she trailed his face, trying to figure out whether or not he was being serious. The way his eyebrows nervously creased and a soft smile curved on his lips, told her all she needed to know.

“When?”

He sat up with her, “really?”

She bit her bottom lip before a smile found its way to her cheeks, “I love you more than anything, Jase. We might as well.”

He kissed her, tightly holding her face in his hands. She was first to pull away, although still tracing his bottom lip with her thumb, “there’s a convenience store, across the street.”

“Yeah?”

“I bet they sell ring pops.”

“Oh?” he looked at her for a second, “let’s go.” He quickly got up, pulling on a hoodie. She followed, putting on a pair of leggings to pair with the oversized t-shirt that belonged to her boyfriend. Scratch that. Fiancé. “Ready?” He smiled with an outstretched hand.

She took his hand in hers, “ready.”

They rushed out of their room in a fit of giggles. The thought they probably woke up a few of the other people staying there crossed both their minds for a quick second before the true situation was the only thing they could think about. They were gonna get married.

They stepped out to see the empty streets and sidewalks. She briefly looked up at Jason, “Jay?”

“Yeah?” He looked down to her with an unfaltering smile on his lips.

“Are we dumb?”

He thought for a second, looking at the stars that were so clear in the Vermont sky where there was maybe one streetlight in sight. “No.”

She laughed, leaning her head against his arm as they crossed the street, where Jason insisted on looking both ways even though there wasn't a car in a hundred mile radius. “I think we’re idiots.”

“You're the only one,” he paused, “I mean the only one who thinks that,” he defended, “not the only idiot.” He stopped again before continuing, “not that either of us are idiots, we’re very smart actually. This is a smart thing to do.” He kissed her head as she stifled laughs at the boy’s nervousness. He opened the door of the convenience store, letting her walk in first.

She crossed her arms, “when we get back to camp, Annabeth gonna be on our asses about this.”

“Hey,” he turned around to grab both her hands, “you wanna do this, right?”

She leaned up to kiss his lips, “more than anything.”

“Good,” he grabbed something off a shelf to look at to divert his gaze from her shining eyes, “because I don't think I’ve ever been happier than right now.”

She tilted her head. She placed her hand under his chin to get him to look at her once more, “seriously?”

He looked around awkwardly. He then placed his lips to hers as he whispered, “you’re the greatest thing in my life. I love you more than anything.”

Her smile beamed at him, “I love you, too, blondie.”

He laughed, “then let’s get some rings.”

They aimlessly wandered the small store to look for the candy aisle. They giddily pranced into the section.

“Okay, what’s your favorite flavor?” He asked her as they stood before the ring pops.

“Cherry,” She leaned forward to grab the package, she turned to look back at the son of Jupiter, “what about you?”

“I don't know,” he shrugged, “I’ve actually never had one.”

“No way,” she grinned. “Here,” she picked through the flavors, “I think you’d like this one,” she handed him the blue raspberry candy, “it matches your eyes.”

“Thanks, love,” he took it from her grasp before grabbing her free hand, “you wanna go get married now?”

Her heart fluttered at the reminder of what they were truly doing. They were getting married. They were going to be husband and wife. Bounded by holy matrimony.

“You okay?”

She quickly nodded, “never been better.”

They hurriedly checked out and rushed out of the store. They both stopped in their tracks just outside of the store.

“Where are we getting married?” He mentioned, looking down at the girl.

“Yeah, I don't know.”

“Wait, one second,” he let go of her hand to grab his phone out of his pocket.

“If you get any single out here, I think it’s a sign we have to get married.”

He chuckled, typing into Google. “Hey, wait, there’s a chapel ten minutes away.”

“You're kidding,” she responded, leaning against him to see his phone, “but it closes in five minutes?” she frowned.

“Hold on,” he dialed in the phone number he found on the website. He held his phone to his ear, a few seconds passed before he spoke, “hello? Sorry, I know it’s late but- yeah, we were hoping we could get married tonight,” he locked eyes with her as he continued, “uhm, Y/N L/N and Jason Grace,” he went silent for a minute, “really? That’d be amazing, thank you so much. We’ll be right there.” He placed his phone back in his pocket, “we’re getting married tonight,” he couldn't have smiled any wider when he spoke.

She laughed in amazement. She jumped up, wrapping her arms around his neck, “we’re getting married!” she nearly shouted. 

He kissed her hair, tightly holding her, “we’re getting married,” he slowly let go of her, “but we have to hurry.”

“Right,” she nodded. I want to say that they flew there as in they just drove really fast, but they did in fact fly there. Above the wooded forest that lined the streets. When they finally arrived at the chapel, there was a singular light on by the front door and a sign with missing letters that read Elysium Wedding Chapel.

“Elysium,” she spoke, “are you serious?”

“A little threatening,” Jason joked as they walked closer to the white building. He squeezed her hand as he knocked on the door.

An older woman, about 70 or so, answered the door. A smile donned her face as her eyes met the two, “you must be Y/N and Jason! Come in!” She led the two of them into what looked to be a living room with pink and floral furniture that looked to be from the fifties or so.

“Thank you for taking us so late,” Jason mentioned as the woman opened a large book. She stood under an arch adorned with fake pink flowers and green vines.

“Nonsense,” she replied, “we hardly ever get visitors,” another woman, who seemed a bit younger walked in, “oh! Here’s my daughter, Alexandria, she’ll be your witness.”

“Nice to meet you,” Alexandria said, “you two look young, how old are you?”

“We’re eighteen,” Y/N answered, her arm now locked with Jason and her hand holding his.

“Oh my!” Both women exclaimed, causing giggles from the couple. The older woman seemed as though she was about to speak again but suddenly began looking around the stand where the book was on.

“Geez Louise, I lost my glasses again,” she shook her head, “I’ll be right back.” With that, she scurried out of the room.

There was a moment of silence before Alexandria began to speak, “you know why we call it the Elysium Wedding Chapel?”

They both shook their heads, momentarily sharing a look before turning back to the woman.

“Elysium was the Greek equivalent of Heaven. So, when my mother and father opened this place, they thought about how romantic the Greeks were and decided to name it after their Heaven.”

“That’s amazing,” Y/N responded. She then looked up at the blond, “right, sweetheart?”

He smirked, “yeah, the Greeks really were romantic.” There were those heart eyes again. He soon looked at the woman, “she’s Greek actually,” his head motioned towards his soon-to-be wife.

“I should've known,” the elder added, “Greek girls are always the prettiest.” (i’m totally not just saying that because i’m greek.)

Y/N grinned, “thank you.”

The older woman once again came into the room, “found them! Now, let’s get this show on the road.” She guided the couple to the arch, “you two hold hands.” The two mirrored each other, both distracted by the adrenaline in their veins to think straight. It was finally becoming real, that they were to be married in the next few minutes.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join together this man and this woman in Holy Matrimony,” she turned to Jason, “do you have vows you wish to read.”

They shared a look. Jason’s hands sweated in Y/N’s grasp. Sky blue eyes met e/c ones as his mouth opened, “Y/N, I know you already know this, but I love you, so much,” he blinked in an attempt to stop himself crying, “I never thought that I could be loved in the capacity that you do. I always was taught to believe that I was nothing but a soldier,” he hesitated, realizing how strange that must've sounded to the strangers, “but I think you freed me and I’ll forever thank you for that, Y/N.” “Damn it,” she mumbled as tears began to spill, “Jason, if anyone asked, you are the most incredible person to walk this planet. You are the most selfless, caring, loving person I have ever met. Since the day I met you, I knew I never wanted to be away from you for a second, and there would be no greater gift than spending my life with you.” He let his tears rain down when she finished. He looked down as he tried to gather himself.

The woman turned to Jason, “do you Jason, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in matrimony, to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?”

He sniffled, “I do.”

“Do you Y/N, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?”

Y/N widely smiled, her cheeks hurting from how much she had done so that evening, “I do. I really do.”

“Rings?” The woman questioned.

“Right, sorry,” he grabbed the bag he had left on a nearby table.

“Oh!” The woman raised her eyebrows, “ring pops?”

“The only thing we could get on short notice,” Y/N mentioned, smiling through the tears on her face.

“Okay, then,” the woman laughed, “repeat after me,” Jason tightly held onto the cherry candy, “with this ring, I thee wed.”

“With this ring, I thee wed,” he slipped the ring onto the girl.

Y/N’s hands began to shake, “with this ring, I thee wed,” she repeated.

The woman clasped her hands together, “by the power invested in me, I pronounce you, Jason Grace and Y/N L/N, man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Jason took her face in his hands, bringing their lips together. She could taste the salt on his lips from the tears, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was that she was kissing her husband.

They left the chapel, hand in hand. No words were said on their way back to the motel. They had said everything they had needed to say for centuries. But just before they entered the room, Jason stopped her.

“What?” She questioned, looking around.

He opened the door before turning back and picking her up bridal style, “I had to,” he smiled. She threw her head back, laughing. She wrapped her arms around his neck as they walked into the room. He placed her softly on the bed, hovering over her.

“I love you, Mrs. Grace,” he whispered just as he pressed a kiss to her lips.

She brushed her thumbs against his cheeks, “I love you, Mr. Grace.” He kissed her once more, “hm, you take good, too.”

He chuckled, “so do you.”

“I think we should always eat ring pops before we kiss.”

He kissed her neck before looking back up at her, “anything you want.”

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bonus! 

Y/N and her secret husband sat side by side on the grass of Camp Half Blood alongside the rest of the Seven as well as Nico and Will.

“Why are you wearing an old ring pop?” Annabeth queried.

“Oh, uhm,” Y/N panicked as she scrambled to find an answer.

Leo interrupted before she could say anything, “I was asking Jason the same thing earlier!”

That’s when the daughter of Athena noticed the matching ring on the boy’s left ring finger. She looked back up at Y/N, “you didn't.”

“Annabeth-”

“You got married!” the blonde girl exclaimed.

Everyone crowded around the two asking questions about what happened.

“I can’t believe you didn't tell us,” Percy commented, crossing arms.

“We didn't tell anyone,” Jason defended, “we barely knew what was happening!”

“I can't believe you didn't choose me as your best man,” Leo offensively added.

The blond rubbed his forehead, “I didn't have a best man at all, Leo.”

“How did it happen?” Piper questioned, leaning closer to the two.

“If you guys would shut up for five seconds, we’ll tell you,” Y/N responded.

They both went on to tell the group everything. From the pillow fight, to the vows. The way they laughed and talked over each other made them realize that husband and wife was the simplest way you could describe them.

[alitlantern]

#𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍 ━━━━━━━━━ ⚖️ ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ / ᴍᴜᴛᴜᴀʟꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ / ꜱᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴄᴀʀʀᴅ , ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ , ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ , ᴛᴀɢꜱ

ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜰɪᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴛʜɪᴍʙʟᴇ.

𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━⚡ an unfriendly aesop: when a moral lesson conflicts with our understanding of "good."

― Melody, 29, they/she

― Account is 18+, NSFW is for 23+

― Disabled, chronically online, horrendous sleep schedule

― Right off the bat, I am sex positive, kink friendly, and a taboo safe haven. I don’t believe in “pro shipping” or anything of that ilk. As long as you’re an adult and not hurting anyone IRL, I beg you to write what you want. With me, even! I’ll write fucked up shit with you gleefully! Censoring will only aid the corrupt.

― Anti call out culture

― Haven’t been on Tumblr in probably 5 years, but I was here in the advent of RP and have a long, sordid history with it

― Iconless bc I’m not trying to screenshot games like that. It’s fine if you use them though!

― Don’t worry about matching my format, of course! I’m very lazy with it as it is

― Have played all the DA games + DLCs, working through the books now

― Constructive criticism about lore is always accepted!

― Brevity is the soul of art or whatever but I suck at it. Sorry :D

― Plotting >>>>

― I can usually bounce off of anything someone sends me, if plotting isn’t your jam, but I am here for the girls, the gays, and the theys that both want a 12 hour long yap session about every intricate detail and also write it all

― Explicit NSFW can be written on the dash if both parties are chill with it. If you wanna write it but don’t want it on the dash, I will be more than happy to move to Discord or Google docs! Also, I’m obviously just as happy to fade to black if need be.

― Favorite genres: Angst, hurt/comfort NSFW/erotica, fluff. I can roll with anything though

― Dark/Mature/Taboo themes will be mentioned; Anders is canonically a victim in many ways and I do not shy away from representing the fact.

― Please move ask responses to separate threads, linking to the original. Also, it doesn’t matter how much time has passed since I answered the ask; always feel free to turn anything into a thread!

― This is controversial but my biggest pet peeve is dropped threads. I’m disabled and have a very limited attention span, but I will still always go out of my way to not drop threads. It may take me weeks to reply, but no thread is ever dropped unless we’ve talked about it. I really hope for the same level of committment to this hobby from those I share it with

― Another controversial take; I don’t always follow with the intent to write. Yes, of course, I would love to write with absolutely everyone and will make that happen as much as I can, but I don’t think it’s a requirement to stay mutuals, or to even be friends! Sometimes I follow people just because I like the way they write, or I want to read their headcanons, or I mean to write with them in the future. I’m not in a rush here to figure out what to do with every last mutual. If that bothers you, please hard block me. No hard feelings!

― Dupes are welcome! We don’t have to write anything but I would love to be friends with people who love Anders as much as I do!

[sylvia-forest]

[CN] Shaw's 2024 Birthday Event — R&S

⚡ Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a R&S which hasn't released in EN yet!⚡

[Released Date: 17 June 2024]

THIS IS A MUST MUST READ BEFORE YOU PROCEED READING THE DATE!! And it would be better if you know a little about “Journey to the West” esp the main character Sun Wokong aka the Monkey king!

"Kids, we'll see you again tomorrow," as the last bite of birthday cake was finished, the host on TV, dressed in children's clothing, exaggeratedly waved goodbye to Shaw. Accompanied by a lively and pleasant melody, Shaw knew that once a lot of text appeared on the screen, it meant there were no more cartoons to watch today—just tomorrow. 

At the thought of this, Shaw's mouth involuntarily turned downward. Tomorrow, he would be going back home, unsure if he could continue adventuring with his animated friends on the screen.

The images on the screen continued to change. After two or three ads, uncles and aunties in suits started appearing on TV, reading news that didn't interest him. Shaw lowered the volume with the remote control, and then fragments of his grandmother's voice from the study drifted in, overshadowing the boring news broadcast.

"I'm an old bone, no need to worry... He's been doing fine these past few days, but as for you all..."

"Ah, little Ling is still so young, why not let him..."

Upon hearing his own name, Shaw's ears perked up involuntarily, but unfortunately, he couldn't make out the rest of the words. Shaw thought for a moment, then decisively got up from his small stool and tiptoed towards the study.

Grandma was on the phone, speaking in a hushed tone, but Shaw could tell she wasn't happy. Who could she be talking to? Shaw had a faint suspicion in his heart, yet curiosity drove him to eavesdrop on the adults' conversation. Unfortunately, just as he leaned his ear closer to the door, the creaky old wooden floor beneath him betrayed him with a loud groan.

Grandma's gaze instantly turned towards him, meeting his eyes directly.

Shaw's face flushed red with embarrassment, and he turned to run away.

"Why are you running?" Grandma stopped him with a firm voice, covering the receiver of the phone.

"I'm not running," Shaw nervously scratched his nose, turning back. "I... I just felt like having green bean soup and I happened to pass by."

In reality, there was no way Shaw would pass by here on his way to the kitchen, but Grandma didn't expose his little white lie. Instead, she smiled and handed him the receiver. "Alright then. Would little Ling like to listen to the phone call?"

"No!" Shaw blurted out almost instinctively. He wasn't foolish; he knew he wouldn't hear anything good if he took the phone.

Grandma was a bit puzzled but also seemed to understand. She exchanged a few polite words with the other end of the line before hanging up the phone. The elderly woman reached out her hand towards Shaw, who slowly shuffled over. She gently ran her hand over his head, smoothing down his unruly hair from his crown to his stiff neck.

After a long silence, Shaw spoke gloomily, "I... don't want to answer the phone."

"Alright, we won't answer it," Grandma responded gently.

"... And I don't want to go back home."

“Why not?” Grandma asked softly.

"I don't like it there. It's not fun," Shaw replied.

Grandma nodded thoughtfully and asked, "Were you happy celebrating your birthday at Grandma's house?"

"I'm Happy!" Shaw answered without hesitation. "No one bothers me here. I can watch cartoons and eat delicious food. It's great."

"Oh, this child..." Grandma chuckled softly as she gently pinched Shaw's cheek. "If no one bothers you, you'll become a wild child, won't you?"

"Why would I become a wild child? I'm the Monkey King!" Shaw lifted his chin defiantly, countering with confidence. "The Monkey King doesn't need anyone to tell him what to do. He can go wherever he wants and do whatever he likes."

The Monkey King was the coolest character in all cartoons, and Shaw admired him the most. He had so many followers, and no one dared to challenge him. Whatever he wanted to do, he could do it—even if he was thrown into an alchemy furnace, he could turn disaster into blessing and come out with fiery eyes, which was just too awesome.

"Do you want to be the Monkey King?" Grandma asked, somewhat surprised.

"I don't want to be the Monkey King," Shaw corrected seriously. "I am the Monkey King."

"Oh, I see~" Grandma chuckled with a drawn-out tone, but she raised a counterpoint to Shaw. "But wasn't the Monkey King defeated by the Buddha later on? And didn't Tang Sanzang put the golden headband on him during their journey to the West?"

"Those are... uh..." Shaw stumbled, feeling indignant and warming up his argument. "Those are made up by them! Hmph, in my heart, the Monkey King has never lost!"

"Hahaha!" Grandma burst into laughter upon hearing Shaw's words, her eyes widening. 

"I don't disbelieve you, Little Ling..." Grandma tried to suppress a smile, stroking Shaw's head, "But even the Monkey King can lose sometimes, it's really no big deal."

The boy immediately became flustered. "Why don't you believe me!"

"The Monkey King wanting to become stronger, wanting to break free, is a very good thing. But being suppressed for 500 years, wearing the Golden Cuffs, may not be a bad thing either." Grandma's voice was soft, blending with the summer evening's warmth, each word falling into Shaw’s ears. "Only by experiencing these things will he understand what he truly values."

Shaw nodded. While he didn't fully understand, he felt that Grandma's words made sense.

Shaw looked at Grandma. The six-year-old boy vaguely felt that Grandma might be trying to console him about something, but he didn't want to understand. He was furious about losing to the Buddha, frustrated about being suppressed for five hundred years, and annoyed about being forced to wear the golden headband. 

He simply felt that none of this ever happening would be the best outcome—because, fundamentally, why?

Why couldn't he be the Monkey King? Why did he have to be manipulated by adults? Why couldn't he just be free all the time? Even if Mount Five Fingers stood in front of him, so what? I want everything in this world, nothing can obscure my vision.

I want it. Shaw firmly emphasized these three words in his heart.

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🙉 Date (coming soon)

[accidentally-in-fictional-love]

Making it official: ⚡🩹🔞(<- always i just can't help myself) Feel free to use this if you want to, or write anything else really. I'm sure I'll love it regardless, Lightning has already taken root in my heart.

You Light The Sky, I'll Bring The Rain - Lightning/Reader

Warnings: No use of Y/N, gender-neutral reader, semi-spoilers for the movie but nothing actually main plot related, friends with benefits, one-sided pining (or is it?), lots of heavy talk, blowjobs, smut.

Wordcount: 8060

Summary: You've never liked Lightning. He was a bit of a snob, acted like he was too good for you, and always ever called when he needed something. No, you've never ever liked Lighting. But it was the man he used to be that always made you come when he called.

Notes: Switching up my queue just once because if I don't write for this man asap I'll explode. I fell in love with him at once, DD did such an amazing job as usual, I was smitten in the theatre once again and I can't stop thinking about him so here's a filled request for those who already love him~ I do plan on writing him a longer fic, but I need to settle on that plot first since I apparently love him enough to ship with /)w(\ so I gave that original idea to Addy, but I hope you enjoy this in the meantime 💗💗💗

You didn't know why you kept coming back to him. He was different now, much different than the man you knew back in college when you were stuck next to each other in your programming class, from his contacts to his clothes to even his haircut. He still painted his nails, that never changed, and he kept the ring you gave him the night you were walking around town and randomly found it on the ground. You still remember picking it up and trying it on, it was unwanted trash you could turn into something loved again; he seemed to latch on to what you said about it, and he'd gone quiet when you’d slipped it onto his finger and it'd fit him better than you.

That was years ago, he had a high paying job now and little time for you as a result, always busy with the meetings and parties and people surrounding him, so when he called you up one Friday night you expected it to be just another simple ‘hello,’ ‘I miss the old days,’ and maybe, ‘I miss you.’

‘Everyone's busy tonight, you wanna hang out or something? I know this new age tea place just around the corner from where I work, great vibes, you'll love their blends,’ came his soft voice from the other side, much softer than it used to be when you knew him before; he was too old to be talking like this, but you guessed this was another fake thing about him now, something calm and cool and easily approachable so his true self underneath wouldn't scare anyone else away.

‘Hey, Leo,’ you said instead of answering him, your phone placed on your desk while you typed away at your current project, which was honestly taking much longer than it needed to because your boss refused to listen to some nerdy coder trying to fix his company's website.

‘That's not my name.’

‘I'm not calling you Lightning,’ you replied flatly, you'd already had this conversation a million times before ever since he started his job and changed everything about himself. ‘If you’d just go ahead and give me literally any reason why I should other than, “AIA says all the kids nowadays are doing it,” then maybe I would, but I’m not calling a grown man Lightning because his artificial intelligence wants to brand him as cool, not because it’s something you actually chose for yourself.’

‘Can you at least call me that around my friends? I don't want anyone to be confused, or start calling me that too,’ he muttered, just a hint of his old self slipping through the cracks for a moment.

‘Fine, so did you actually wanna hang out or do you just want someone to get new age tea with you tonight?’ He'd done this before, on slow nights when there was no one else to turn to, there you always were, like a lighthouse in his storm of a life; maybe he was a Lightning, after all.

He went silent at your question, but this was all part of the conversation now, the casual exchange between you two that always happened whenever he needed you, and he took no offense to your tone anymore, just as you stopped hurting when you became the last resort instead of the first. ‘I… want someone with me,’ he admitted, he was getting faster with it since you started calling him out, but there was sadness in his words, it was another bad night, something his so-called new friends wouldn't know about. ‘I visited the hospital again today.’

You saved your project and picked up your phone, already heading to the bedroom to get changed. ‘Was it bad?’ you asked as you raided your closet, needing something to match his new style so he could at least feel comfortable, you wouldn't embarrass him by dressing the same way he used to this time, not tonight.

‘The job helps, you know the paycheck pays for all of it now,’ he started, not wanting to get to the hard part, and you didn't rush him as you found your nicest, hippest shirt you'd bought for work. ‘It's still progressing, AIA said the new treatment would help but she warned me-’

‘You're following the advice of an AI, remember that,’ you murmured so softly you weren't sure if he'd even hear it, but he did anyway, and you heard him clear his throat almost uncomfortably. 

‘She did the calculations, she’s smart, so much smarter than you know, it’s so much more advanced than everything we learned in class,’ he told you yet again, but you’d believe it when you stopped seeing posts online about AIs saying human things just because that’s what they were taught to do. ‘The meds help, but… it’s gotten to the point where I can’t leave the house without it.’

‘Please, just come with me to the oncologist who helped my uncle.’

‘AIA said Dr. Krill was the best in the field.’

‘AIA isn’t real, she can look online and give you all the answers you want, but this is a human being I know who helped someone close to me, he can give you more answers than she ever could-’

‘Can you please just get some fucking tea with me?’ he snapped, stopping you in the middle of pulling on a pair of too tight jeans because that’s what the kids today loved to wear; his voice was loud, brash, emotional, this was the real him again, the one only you saw nowadays, and you sighed and walked over to where your phone sat on your bed. ‘Please, I’m sorry I just… I don’t wanna be alone tonight…’

‘You know I’ll be there soon,’ you said softly, just as quiet as him, and you heard his sigh of relief. ‘Do you want me to meet you at your place, or at the shop?’

‘Work, I’m still there finishing something up, we can walk over when you get here.’ He hung up immediately, no more time to talk, but you couldn’t get annoyed when you couldn’t imagine what he was going through. This was something that’d started right at the end of college, you’d been there since the beginning, and whenever he got an update you were the only one he could tell. After he got his job he’d paid off his family’s home, he was stuck living with his parents because of all this, and now took care of them from afar, the both of you moving to Silicon Valley at his urging because of the job opportunities.

It’d only worked out for him, you thought bitterly as you finished getting ready, your phone in your pocket and your keys in your hand as you headed for your car. He’d been picked randomly out of a group of 50 to participate in a foundling company’s new alternative to Siri and Alexa, but you hadn’t, whatever you’d presented to them they hadn’t liked once they saw him. You hated him for a while after that, but you didn’t now, not when you knew this job was the only thing keeping him alive. You’d talked about it once, what you would’ve done if your positions were reversed and you’d been the one picked, but he’d gone silent when it came to him imagining you in his place.

You thought it’d been jealousy even though he was the winner, the idea of you having everything he had so unfair after a lifetime of being overlooked, so terrifying even in its fantasy, that he never even entertained the idea for fun. ‘Never change, just be happy where you are,’ he’d told you that night as you lay on the roof of his building, the thing a giant, sprawling cage where you were only allowed to enter the stairwell, that was it. You turned your head to face him, and when he did the same back, you realized that you didn’t recognize him anymore.

You pulled up to that same building, needing to pay the meter since you had no access to the lot as a visitor after closing, and you saw him waiting by the door for you; he was talking to someone else on the phone, his back slouched against the wall and his free hand waving around as he spoke, but his voice was still soft even in his apparent distress, enough so that you couldn’t make out a word he said. You waved to get his attention when he started to pace, and he quickly said goodbye to his caller before readjusting his earpiece and walking calmly over to you.

‘Partner troubles?’ you joked only because you knew he was single, he always made sure to let you know whenever he was sleeping with someone again.

‘Doctor,’ he answered stiffly, and your laugh died in your throat with a rough cough. ‘C’mon, they’re open late but they stop serving food around 10, I haven’t eaten today.’

‘Old habits die hard, even with all the money in the world,’ you sighed as he fixed his collar and made sure he looked presentable again, but he had nothing to say to that one. ‘I see you’re wearing glasses again?’

He looked down at his detachable glasses where they hung against his chest, and he lifted them up and reattached them so they sat on the bridge of his nose. ‘Got the surgery a while back, these are fake,’ he admitted, but he at least looked a bit more like his old self with them on, as dumb as they looked.

‘Now all you need to do is fix your bangs, then you’ll be recognizable again,’ you teased, reaching up to mess with his hair, but he leaned away seriously, he wouldn't let you make him look disheveled when he was out and about. It killed the mood a bit, and his glasses were placed against his chest again as you walked, the tea shop just a few blocks away like he promised but not nearly close enough all the same. You weren’t fond of places like this, everything was always way too expensive and bragged too much about their superior blends compared to other chain businesses, but they were always the same in the end. 

He gave the barista a small wave as he approached the counter, and she did the same to him, but there was no comfortable familiarity in their actions, just them going through the motions. You didn’t hear what he ordered, there were too many words and he wanted it way too specific for someone who used to down cup after cup of black coffee like it was water, so by the time it was your turn you weren’t sure if you should ask for the same and just accept whatever it was, or attempt to come up with something yourself. He gave you a nudge when you took too long, and you just smiled and glanced at the menu again.

‘I’ll just have a water for now, I’ll decide in a bit,’ you told her, and she rolled her eyes and got started on his order all the same. He wasn't happy with that, but you weren’t going to pretend you could understand the gibberish hanging above you. You examined it more closely, you were never much of a tea drinker to begin with, but he wanted the company, so by the time your small cup of overpriced and outsourced mineral water was placed in front of you, you downed it and asked for the only kind of tea you recognized. She rolled her eyes again at your simplicity, but you were there for him, by the time you came back she’d probably be working somewhere else, none of this mattered.

You took your order and grabbed a corner booth while his sandwich was being made, he never liked to sit near windows, and he surprised you again when he walked right past you and grabbed the empty table by the door. You let out a small breath and joined him without a word, and even though he picked his seat he still looked uncomfortable as he popped open the tab and took a sip. Your tea was still too hot so you just let it sit, preferring to watch him and take in all the other things he’d changed now that he was in front of you. 

You already knew it’d be weird to get used to him just never wearing glasses anymore, he usually wore them when he was around you to save a pair of contacts, the only piece of that part of him the fake ones hanging around his neck. You reached across the table and took them while he ate, knowing he’d be unable to stop you lest he risk wrecking his sandwich, and you put them on and stared through slightly smudged plastic lenses at him. ‘Give them back,’ he said softly once he’d swallowed, but he didn't look too in a rush when he saw the way they looked on you.

‘These are the same frames from before,’ you noted, taking them off to pull them apart and put them back together a few times to test the magnets within, ‘the ones you wore when we graduated.’

‘They looked vintage, it makes for a good accessory,’ he simply said before he took another bite, a small sip of tea just barely washing it down; maybe he didn’t even like the taste, like it was something else AIA had recommended to him as part of his cleanse to keep him as healthy as possible.

‘Well, you did graduate what, two decades ago? Pretty vintage now if you ask me,’ you stated, his age making him wince even though it was a testament to how he was still here, still breathing. ‘So, how much did the surgery set you back this time?’

‘The company paid for it, actually, I just had to fill out a few forms and explain why it was beneficial for me to be able to see without assistance, and I was booked the next day,’ he said as he finished eating, a slightly larger sip this time making the wince return, he truly didn’t like it.

‘Sounds nice, you know how long it took me to even see a doctor to fix my carpal tunnel.’ You weren’t bitter about it anymore, but he glanced at you all the same.

‘You know I would’ve been able to help had you come to me,’ he reminded you, he always did when you brought it up, and again you declined it even though it was long over and done with.

‘And you know I never would’ve been able to pay you back if you’d taken me to one of those fancy doctors who charge by the minute.’ You tried your own tea but it was still a bit too hot, it burning your tongue a little, and even then you could taste that it was more water than tea, flavourless drivel.

‘I’ve never once asked you to pay me back,’ he said seriously as he sat up, his relaxed posture changing into something more stiff until the wince returned and he sat back again, his hand going to his stomach. ‘Sorry- I apologize for raising my voice, that was rude,’ he corrected himself quickly, and it was almost frustrating to see him like this, maybe this would be the last time, for real. ‘But you know I wouldn’t have asked it from you, just like you never did from me.’

‘So that’s what this is, one big payback for all the times I flipped the bill, drove you into town for every appointment when you could barely stand, sat by you until they kicked me out for the night, is that it?’ His eyes met yours, and you saw him again in them as he reached for your hand; you didn’t move away, just waited for him to touch you when he stopped, glanced towards the counter like he was afraid of anyone seeing him be an actual person again.

He made the motion to push his hair behind his left ear even though it was so short now, his earpiece blinking to signal a call that he then silenced, and he distracted himself with more bad tea until he was ready to answer you. ‘It was never about that,’ he began, but he was looking at the table instead of at you, ‘you know I never kept tabs on any of it, so neither should you.’

‘Then why do we keep doing this, Le- fuck, Lighting? You’ve got a great life now, new job, new friends, new you, why am I still the one thing you hang on to? Because you can tell me the truth? Because I know the real you, and you know that I keep coming back whenever you need someone to talk to about the bad days? I thought AIA could do all that for you now, be your new therapist you can let all that bullshit onto, so unless you tell me why, I’m outta here.’ He was silent while you talked, just listening, and when he didn’t speak you just sighed and stood until he was babbling and reaching for you.

‘Stop, alright, just wait, can we- can I go back to your place tonight? We can talk there, just… not here, not where she can hear us,’ he muttered lowly, his hand covering his face and blocking him from view of the only other person, and you let out another sigh before picking up your tea and motioning for him to get up. He did, his tea brought with him even though he didn’t like it, and you switched with him and headed for the door before he could protest. It was awful, whatever blend he was praising was certainly not this one, but you drank it all the same for him as he caught up to you.

You didn’t speak on the way back to your car, and for a moment you wondered if maybe he’d follow you home when he sat down next to you, his earpiece off and tossed among the change on your dash when your teas filled up the cupholders. This was serious, he always had that stupid thing with him in case of any emergencies, and you didn’t comment on it as you drove back to your apartment. It was nothing fancy like where he probably lived, you still hadn’t gotten to visit him, that was yet another part of his new life you weren’t allowed into, but it was still decent and had a nice view of the water if you did say so yourself. 

You parked and he didn’t bring his earpiece with him, even his phone left behind on his seat when you got up to leave. ‘Hey, don’t you need that?’ you asked him before his door could close, and he checked the time before shaking his head and setting it back down. You weren’t going to argue, if someone decided to break into your car you wouldn’t lose much aside from the vehicle compared to his phone full of precious information, but maybe AIA really was that good, maybe she - it - would be able to save it all before anything got leaked. 

You pursed your lips and grabbed it after all, just in case, at least the headset would be ignored amongst the change.

He already knew the code to get inside and wasted no time in getting to the elevator, he was in an actual hurry this time, and you felt his phone vibrate in your pocket as soon as you approached him. ‘Oh, here, don’t want you losing your job over something stupid like a data breach if this gets stolen,’ you said as you tossed it to him, no photo under the caller ID as someone called Melody tried to get a hold of him, and he stared at it before hanging up on her.

‘I don’t want to talk to anyone else tonight,’ he whispered as he shut off his phone entirely and shoved it into his pockets, and by the time you reached your floor he’d asked you to do the same. Something felt wrong as you approached your door, he was never this disconnected anymore, and you only had a second to open your mouth to ask what was wrong when he pressed you against your door and kissed you urgently as soon as you shut it. 

You were used to this, every time it got bad he came to you for something no one else could give him no matter how much time passed, but you couldn’t ignore that pit in your stomach as you groaned uncomfortably against him and pushed him gently away.

‘Not tonight,’ you told him firmly, and he whimpered before trying again anyway, mouthing along your jaw in order to convince you. ‘Leo, please, I’m tired of this…’

‘Just once more, and if you hate me that much I’ll never come back again,’ he whispered desperately against you, the old him showing again and making your chest hurt; this was a part of him you didn’t miss, this part that said this to everyone who didn’t return his feelings, guilted them into a pity trap outside of his sickness, and you ran your hand along the back of his neck before taking him by the hand and leading him to your bedroom as you always did. He made sure to leave his phone and yours by the door though, he didn’t want to be disturbed, and honestly neither did you.

You didn’t let him start up again once your door was shut, but you did start to strip away everything that wasn't him, from his glasses to the fashionable scarf he didn’t need to the necklaces he’d bought at some local craft market because the gems promoted healing, all of these things not the Leo you knew and chipped off one by one until he was just in his shirt and pants. You went for the former next but he stopped you, instead helped you do the same, and when you both had trouble getting out of your too tight pants the mood was lightened when you collapsed onto the bed with them tangled around your legs.

He kissed you again while you laughed, and this time you didn’t argue against it, needing him just as much as he needed this, you always did, which is why you had yet to say no to him before tonight. His kisses felt easier again, this wasn't love but it was still something strong between you, something that he had yet to find a way to replace. His weight was comfortable over you as it always was, your legs wrapped around each other until you were pressed together again, and your fingers ran through his short hair as you let out a dissatisfied moan.

‘I miss your long hair,’ you whispered when you took a breath, and he sighed as he always did when you brought it up. 

‘AIA likes it short, says it suits me better based on my face shape,’ he finally explained after many years and many more excuses as to why he supposedly liked it better.

��AIA doesn't see you like I do.’ He stilled in the middle of kissing from your jaw to your earlobe, and you saw the way his eyes shifted the way they always did when he was doing calculations in his head; you were getting too honest, you hadn’t been able to keep him back then and you knew you could never keep him now, but something about tonight was making you want to try. You played with the hair at the nape of his neck when he looked at you, just waited for him to say something to make this nothing but a mutually beneficial transaction again, just like it'd been that first time years and years ago, and he looked ready to speak when he instead sat up and turned away from you. ‘I'm sorry, alright? I know this isn't anything, I didn't mean to-’

‘They've got me on a stent now,’ he said to the comforter as he played with it, and you sat up next to him and just waited. ‘That's what I saw her about this morning, they just put it in today.’ He lifted up his shirt to show you, and you followed the tube until it disappeared back under the dark fabric. ‘There's a lot I can hide from other partners, but I can't hide this, now that it's this bad I need to do injections every day…’ He gripped his shirt until he pulled it back down, his expression contorting into one of anger instead of misery. ‘I don't get it, I'm better off now, I was able to take care of everyone but myself, why can't I fix myself?’

‘Because you're not broken,’ you insisted firmly, your hands finding his even when he pulled away.

‘Termical fucking cancer sounds pretty broken to me,’ he sneered, disgusted with himself for still being sick after so much money tossed at too many doctors to name over too many years. 

‘No, stop it, alright? Just stop, you know I-’ 

‘What? You what?’

You shoved him onto his back, your hands trembling over his shoulders as you stared down at the slight lift of his shirt where the tube traveled over his skin. ‘You know I've never seen you that way,’ you confessed to him, your honesty finally building up against the dam until it began to overflow, and for once you had his undivided attention without his phone or other people around to interrupt you. ‘Not even at the beginning, before you knew, back when it was just us barely passing that class; we always said it was gunna be us against the world, that if one of us got a job we'd help the other out since it was all so new, and then you… 

‘You just had to come out here, and start working for them, and I was so happy for you even when you couldn't get me in cause I knew you were being taken care of. But then, the haircut, and the outfits, and those fucking glasses- who are you? "Lightning”? Who even is that? Because it's not you, I'm the only one who still knows you, Galileo, and I never wanted you to change out here, you never should've had to just to get these people to look at you, because I always have, I always have…’

There it was, everything was laid bare and out in the open for him now, and you shifted so you wouldn't put too much pressure on him knowing that he was hooked up. He didn't speak for the longest time, still doing those calculations before finally he sighed, looked away. You felt cold, and you sat back fully to give him room to sit up again, Leo finding your floor quite interesting as he tried to figure out how to word his thoughts. ‘Changing into this is what's kept me alive for so long,’ he said after what felt like an eternity, and your fists clenched over your knees. ‘You might not like it, and think that I'm different, but ever since AIA helped me fix everything about myself I didn't like I've been happier, healthier, more social. 

‘I don't sit around alone anymore, waiting for you to pick up your phone because you've always been miles ahead of me, and I tried, I tried really fucking hard to get them to let you come with me, but you don't want to be where I am, not now that I know what this place is.’ He went silent a moment, gave you a small glance before returning his eyes back to the floor. ‘I know you don't like me anymore, I know it because I'm not stupid, but I never needed you to like me, not as long as you kept- we kept doing…’

His voice went quiet but in a new way, one that wasn't Lightning, but Galileo again, your Leo, and underneath it all you saw that he was still there, still waiting for you just like you'd always been waiting for him. ‘Why did you never say anything?’ you asked carefully, you couldn't mess this up now, and his hand rested over his stomach as he met your eye.

‘Why didn't you?’

You could only stare, he knew why you couldn't, and you knew why he didn't. 

‘What do we do now? Can AIA solve this one?’ you tried to joke, but at the mention of her name he steeled; his hands found your wrists as he pulled you back overtop of him, this was new, and your cheeks flushed as you both adjusted until you were sat on his lap for once. 

‘She can't solve everything,’ he whispered like he knew something, this was no joke to him, and you linked your fingers with his just so he'd stop frowning like that.

‘Then what do we do? Because if you're content with this, if we do this again, and then tomorrow I'm back to just being the last one you call when the party's over, then… I don't think I can do this anymore, not after what you said.’ You held him hard so he'd know you were serious this time, you'd almost ended it so many times before but it'd never stuck, but you both knew that this time it would if he just said the word. 

‘You were never the last one I called, not even tonight,’ he told you, and you felt your heart clench in time with your hands over his.

‘You didn't make that clear enough, y'know,’ you laughed with a small sob, and he reached up to bring your mouth back down to his. This kiss felt different from the rest, it was honest, not just desperate for whatever you had before, and you cherished it deeply as you started to rut against him, ready to continue what you'd started a little less miserably now. He groaned against your mouth until you moved a little too hard, the groan turning from something pleasurable to pained as he broke away to gasp. ‘Sorry, guess we might have to be careful for a while,’ you cringed as he rubbed his stomach with a wince.

‘Just until I'm used to it, they told me that it shouldn't be too obstructive in my daily life,’ he hissed, and you watched him before shifting down until you were parting his legs and finding a comfortable place between them. He watched you back as you toyed with the drawstring of his pants, your eyes fond of what you found as he lifted his shirt with one hand and threaded his fingers through your hair with the other.

‘I've always liked your tummy, but I thought it was too personal to say,’ you confessed as you kissed him just under his belly button, the soft hair there tickling your chin as he let out a nervous chuckle.

‘I know I'm not getting abs anytime soon with this,’ he muttered, he was always so self-conscious about the way he looked back then too, and you gave him another kiss before placing your hand over the one in your hair.

‘Good, lemme keep just this, at least,’ you pleaded so gently that he had no choice but to agree, and when he nodded you took the drawstring between your teeth and pulled it until the small bow was no more. He sighed as you started to strip him in return, his clothes much more loose and relaxed than the outfit you'd chosen, and it was nothing but easy as you freed him of everything until he was bare before you. You got to see the full extent of his chemo like this, and it did hurt to see him still sick after everything he'd been doing to prevent this, but this had to be the final step, didn't it? You'd trust that AI if she was right about this, if her smart algorithmic brain really did do the calculations and found the exact path to the end of all this, because, as you pressed kiss after kiss to his thighs until he was a whimpering mess against your pillows, you didn’t want to imagine life without him.

He wasn't used to being loved, even when this started it'd been hot and heavy and fast until you were sweating in the backseat of his old car; there had been no passion there, just the two of you laying there in fear that you'd just ruined everything if the other didn't feel the same. To avoid that outcome entirely you'd just played it off, made it seem like this was just some drunken fun between two friends, and instead of an afterglow you'd slowly gotten used to him just smoking beside you while you held yourself under the covers and pretended it was his arms around you. You wouldn't let that happen again, not tonight, not tomorrow, not any other night you decided, he was always yours and you were going to make sure that Silicon Valley kept Lightning, because you were going to keep Leo.

You took him into your mouth and started to bob, careful to keep him pressed into the sheets so he wouldn't move around too much, and you enjoyed the view as you glanced up and saw the way his back slightly arched, his eyes shut tight in bliss. It was rare you got to do any kind of foreplay, he was always so busy you tended to get the call, go find him at work, or wait for him to show up so you could quickly fuck and get back to your lives. Only sometimes, when the night was late and his slight touches were getting addicting, did he let you take your time, but never like this. 

You'd jerk him off while you watched a movie, and he'd grind against you until you were panting and ready for more, but stuff like this? Where you could worship him slowly and really convey how much you wanted him through your touch, it was almost forbidden. You'd done it only once before, right after he'd gotten the job and you spent the night together to celebrate; he still drank back then, and you'd had too much as you got down on your knees and let him fuck your mouth until it almost came out, the only instance of, ‘I love you,’ that either of you had ever come that close to saying as he painted your tongue and smiling lips white. When he woke up the next morning not remembering the way he'd looked down at you with nothing but love in his eyes, you'd just rolled with it and pretended that you didn't remember either, just another fun night between friends, nothing more had hppened.

You moaned around him until he gripped your hair a little harder, his thighs tensing as he tried not to trap you between his writhing legs, and you lightly dragged your nails over goosebumped skin until his sighs grew louder. If this was really happening, if he was really going to stay instead of going back to his apartment to talk to AIA like she really knew him, then you'd make up for every second you pretended like this wasn't everything to you. You waited until he was just about to come, he was always easy to read in the way his hips would speed up and he'd hold you until you bruised, the only time he left his mark on you because everything else was too intimate, and you dragged your tongue up the underside of his twitching dick before pulling off with a pop. 

‘Wh-why’d you stop?’ he moaned as his hips jutted the air to find you again, and you smiled at him before pulling your underwear down your legs and going for the bottle of lube you kept in your bedside dresser. You didn't answer him with words, his hands kept at bay as you placed them on your hips and made him watch as you stretched yourself open, giving him a proper show so he'd really know how badly you wanted him. His eyes started to lid as he thrusted against your inner thigh, just enough to keep him hard, and you got ready to line him up when he stopped you. ‘The condom’s in my wallet, should still be in my pants,’ he let you know, and you just shook your head before sinking down on him until he was almost crying out. 

‘Tonight, you're mine, I wanna feel you,’ you whispered as you adjusted to his size, and he desperately clung to you as he felt your tight heat for the first time without the familiar barrier to keep you apart. The stent was still new, you couldn't take him apart the way you always imagined in your wildest fantasies where you'd been able to confess, and he couldn't fuck you as hard as he preferred thanks to the stress of work and pretending to be someone so soft and quiet in order to keep selling himself, but this would be perfect all the same you decided as you chose a spot on his shoulders and started to move. Your nails dug into his skin as you braced yourself on him, matching lines of red spreading out under his own hands on you, your breathing wild until you found a steady pace. 

Each time he tried to thrust up you'd slow until he stopped again, a silent warning that was just as torturous on you as it was on him, but no matter what he wouldn't stop to the point where it was making your knees burn from the effort not to move. You begged him to be careful, your voice giving out as he held you a little tighter and got you to slam down a little harder against him, but he just shook his head just like you'd done. ‘You really think… I'm gunna stop now… that I know you're mine?’ he asked directly into your ear when your head dropped down beside his, and any other time you would've shivered from his words but the feeling of the tube brushing against your own stomach was making you nervous.

‘I don't wanna hurt you,’ you whined, but one sweet kiss to your neck shut you up so fast it made your head spin.

‘You've never treated me like I'm fragile before, don't start tonight,’ he implored of you before kissing you again, and only when he sucked a mark that everyone would be able to see did you answer him. You felt him smile against your neck before one arm came up to wrap around your back, his hand sprayed over your neck and trapping you in place as he took a deep breath and started fucking you in earnest, his other hand guiding your hips when you couldn't move at all. You had to fight to keep yourself from laying flat against him, just the bare amount of space between you so you wouldn't shift anything or worse, force the tape to lift right now of all times, and you let him show you just how much he wanted you right back until his hips were speeding up and he was gripping you so hard it was making you keen.

‘Don't pull out, I want everything from you,’ you panted when you felt him slow just a little, he was thinking about it, and he let out the most delectable noise you'd ever heard him make in your life. He sounded like he wanted to argue against it, maybe AIA had filled his head with so much sex ed. that the thought of sleeping with you like this had given him pause, and you sucked in your own deep breath before grabbing on tight and using all your weight to drag him onto his side. This was more like it, you knew he couldn't resist being on top of you especially after your dual confession, and you wrapped your legs around him and forced him to face the fact that he was also starving for this just as you were. You grinned cheekily up at him before he hunched down to kiss your neck again, his stent safe and his core working hard while he finished fucking you.

His hips stuttered to a hard stop as he came inside of you, your entire body shifted up with each final jut of his hips until he was finished, the feeling of his warmth spreading through you while he held you like you were the only thing keeping him grounded enough to push you over the edge. Your fingers curled over his short hair as he shakily lowered himself onto you, your legs unhooking but not letting him go as you wrapped them around his own instead, a silent plea to not get up and start his usual ritual of pulling out his vape now that he also stopped smoking. He obliged not because of you but because he wanted to, his voice soft again as he pushed your bangs out of your eyes and whispered sweet nothings that didn't feel like Leo or Lightning as he said them, maybe there was more of him that he’d never let you see before.

‘Y'know, AIA told me never to tell you, she thought that I'd ruin things,’ he said so quietly you almost couldn’t hear even though you were so close. 

‘This is why I know you better than an AI, like how that tea you got tonight sucked ass,’ you finally told him, said tea now long cold on your counter, ‘so maybe you guys should work on making her a mouth so she knows what taste buds are.’

‘It's supposed to be great for my immune system now that I've switched meds,’ he explained, but you waved it off with a grimace. 

‘Start injecting it too then, cause I saw your face every time you took a drink,’ you grumbled on his behalf, and he actually laughed a little before he attempted to sit up. ‘No, please, not yet.’

‘It's almost 10, I'm gunna miss my dose,’ was all he had to say to get you to let go, and the feeling of his come running down your thighs was a little less appreciated than you wanted as he walked back to the kitchen. You wiped yourself off on the closet piece of clothing you could find before joining him, the two of you naked and waiting as he took out his meds from his coat pocket. You hesitated before walking over to him, and he looked self-conscious again before allowing you to see what he had to do from now on; you weren't put off in the least, you'd seen him inject himself with worse to numb the pain as his illness got worse and his self-isolation took hold, and when he was done you brushed your fingertips over the spot where skin turned to tape.

‘Don't be ashamed of this, I wanna see you get better,’ you said without looking up, and he let out a shaky sigh that sounded like he might be holding in more than shame. 

‘I'll have to get used to doing this at work, people will talk,’ he already dreaded, and you let your hands slide over his waist to his back as you pulled him even closer.

‘Then lie, say it's something new age that they'll easily believe, what's that dumbass thing people are saying now? Where they take like supplements and stuff and call it something stupid.’

‘Biohacking?’

‘Fuck that's so pretentious, just say that shit to anyone who asks and they'll buy it with that haircut, trust me,’ you promised dismissively, but instead of berating you for not only making fun of the people he knew but his hair again, or laughing because he knew it'd be true, he just remained silent. ‘Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to-’

‘You're the only one who's ever honest with me,’ he thought aloud then, and you looked up at him in surprise; for a second you swore you were staring up at the man you knew in college, one blink and he was gone again, but he wasn't gone, he was just older, and looked a little different, but he was still there.

‘It's LA, someone's gotta be a real person down here,’ you joked when you felt yourself get choked up, and you swallowed when his hand cupped your cheek and stopped you from looking away. He kissed you again, and there was no more desperation, no more lies, no more secrets apart from one, one you couldn't find the answer to on his tongue even though you could taste it, and when you heard a small ahem you jumped and covered yourself in a panic from the intruder. ‘The hell-?’

‘Sorry to interrupt, I just wanted to remind you that you have an early day ahead, so staying up too late doing strenuous activities will only delay your sleep and risk you injuring yourself in a most unfortunate manner,’ a stranger's voice from nowhere told you, and you looked wildly around before he walked over to his phone, covered the camera with his finger, and motioned for you to stay back. 

‘Thank you, AIA, we were just saying goodnight,’ he told his phone, and your eyes snapped to the device in confusion, hadn't he turned it off? ‘I should be getting home, we're meeting with new potential clients tomorrow and we need to make sure she's fully charged for the trip.’

‘What, no time for a vape session with me out on the balcony?’ You tried not to let your voice waver but of course you failed, of course something would steal him away again now that he was yours.

‘Lightning has actually quit vaping, as the toxins inside do more harm than good based on-’

‘Yes, thank you, I was just gunna say that,’ he cut in before his phone could teach you all about the health hazards of something you didn't even do, and you could see the apology on his face as he kept hiding himself from the camera like she was… watching. ‘Yeah, I don't… I don't do that kinda thing anymore, just drink shitty tea if I feel like torturing myself.’

You laughed, which made him laugh, and for a moment you forgot about his phone until AIA reminded him of the time in case he had no clocks nearby. ‘Y'know, you can always just, spend the night like you used to do, and then we can get up early, maybe grab breakfast at that greasy diner that always manages to make the most perfect bacon while still burning the hell outta their toast,’ you suggested nervously, and he looked down at his phone before shutting it off again, no goodbye to AIA.

‘I haven't had actual bacon in months,’ he revealed as he walked back over to you, and you patted his stomach and started to lead him back to your bedroom.

‘Sounds like you're due, I'll set the alarm, okay? No wakeup calls from nosy AIs needed tomorrow.’ You left him just a moment to grab your own phone, and he frowned at it before nodding, letting you set the alarm so you'd have time to get that breakfast even though the drive was long and he was bound to regret it later when all that grease met the abundance of healthy foods he'd been choking down. You were already looking forward to it, and you didn't notice the way your phone switched to your contacts for just a moment when you set it down, a new name adding itself before it went back to your home screen, your focus only on him as he finally held you under the sheets just the way you'd always wanted.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️

🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼

🧜‍♂️🧜‍♂️🧜‍♂️🧜‍♂️🧜‍♂️

⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️

🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲

🧟‍♂️🧟‍♂️🧟‍♂️🧟‍♂️🧟‍♂️

⚡⚡⚡⚡⚡

it feels like a good day to be indulgent :)

Oh I LOVE this ask.

Let's gooooo!

15 for 🌤️

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Eddie finds a very modern, newfangled looking smartphone connected to a charger on the nightstand on the side of the bed where he supposes he was meant to sleep. If he hadn’t been sleeping on Buck. And, like… Ready to… With Buck. If Buck hadn’t realized. Fuck. Eddie can’t think about that right now. He can’t think about that at all. 

He grabs the phone, spends a minute trying to figure out how to unlock it, and then nearly pukes when he sees the date on his home screen. It’s Saturday, November 29th… 2031. 20-fucking-31. A little over seven years from when it’s supposed to be. Not even the same decade. And… And this means Buck is forty. 

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15 for 🔼

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So they go together. Same car and everything. Shannon watches Chris for the night, so Eddie doesn’t have to rush home.

It’s kind of an awkward drive for the both of them. They haven’t been together in front of the others since the fire drill, and Buck’s subsequent visit to the station. And obviously, a lot has changed since then. Nobody on the team even knows Eddie has seen Buck since the lawsuit started. Neither of them wanted Eddie to rat himself out. 

The only trouble is, how do they act now? 

Since they… Well, Eddie doesn’t know what to call it. Argued, kissed, talked, then kissed some more… Started seeing each other. That’s what they’re calling it, right? With the limited time they’ve had. 

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15 for 🧜‍♂️

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His heart is beating a mile a minute. He feels like he’s going to puke. “I’ve made a mistake. Maybe you’re right, I’m just a jerk. Uh, sorry. So I’ll just leave you two be.”

“Eddie, hey,” Buck says. “Wait a minute.”

But Eddie has already turned and began striding away, towards the locker room. 

“EDDIE!” Chimney calls after him. He ignores it. 

He’s incredibly annoyed to remember that the stupid locker room here is made of glass. Really, who chose that? So he redirects his path up the stairs towards the roof access. 

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15 for ⚖️

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It’s not exactly your choice, is it? The voice challenges. Besides, don’t you want to know what you’re refusing? The consequences of ignoring it?

“Consequences?” Buck asks. 

Because you probably shouldn’t ignore the threat of consequences from a seemingly omnipotent mysterious being. Buck does want to know.  

Gotcha. 

“Wha-”

Before he can even finish his syllable, she’s in front of him. A woman dressed in dark clothing. There’s a fucking scabbard on her hip. Like this is Skyrim or something. One of her hands rests on the hilt of the sword sheathed within. 

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15 for 🌲

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Buck can’t tell if Tommy wants to hurt Eddie or consume him.

“Hey!” Buck shouts over the wind. “What the fuck?”

Tommy doesn’t even look at him. 

Eddie’s eyes snap to him immediately. He says something too quiet for Buck to hear over the wind. But it looks a lot like I’m so sorry. What the hell does he have to be sorry for?  

Buck strides up to them, grabs Tommy by the back of the shirt, and yanks him back, off of Eddie. 

“What the fuck, Tommy?” He demands. 

Tommy actually looks at him for the first time. His eyes are a little hazy. 

“This is none of your business, Evan,” Tommy says. 

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15 for🧟‍♂️

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“Mhm,” Athena adds. “It’s listen to me, or I let Taylor here do whatever she wants. What do you think of that?”

Matthew looks at Taylor. She winks, and reveals a hunting knife on her belt.

“What do you want to know?” He asks.  

“Good man,” Athena replies. Buck knows that’s a lie. “Where are you all coming from?”

“Cojo Bay,” Matthew grunts. 

Buck pictures a map in his head. Not far from… Conception? Is that the right town? 

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15 for⚡

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And then he realizes… No. No, he hasn’t. He’s just asking her to not attack him when she doesn’t get her way. She’s accusing him of doing what she does. What she has always done.

She’s the one being manipulative right now. 

“That’s not what’s happening, Mom,” Eddie says. “I just want to lay some ground rules, before she’s born. That’s all.”

“That’s all?” 

“Yep.”

And that’s it. That’s all. Up to her what happens now. 

[mostlymarvelsstuff]

Alright so I'd like to request a combo of 🎮⚡🫂 with Natasha where r is scared but doesn't want to bother Nat? (Cause I'm in major need of a hug) <3

Authors note: hope you enjoy! 💖

Word count: 538 Marvel Masterlist Nat Masterlist

A large boom of thunder rumbles overhead, making you jump as you sit on the bed. Your attention shifts from the tv to the nearby window, and you watch a few raindrops roll down the outside of the glass. Your anxiety builds up as a flash of lightning lights up your bedroom and you find yourself wishing your girlfriend was next to you instead of a few rooms away in her office.

   You contemplate going to her and asking her to hold you until the storm passes by, but you know how important her work is and you’d hate to bother her while she finishes up her mission reports and SHIELD paperwork. So instead you grab the nearby blanket and wrap it around yourself. It was Natashas favorite and so her scent was deep in the fabric. You were hoping it would be enough to comfort you.

   Thunder sounds again and you burrow further into the blanket. You shiver as you turn up the tv, hoping the true crime show would now be loud enough to drown out any more of the sounds you detest but it seems nature had other plans. Because then the wind picks up and rain now pounds against the side of your house in a way that puts you on edge. Just before your fight or flight kicks in the bedroom door opens to reveal your girlfriend.

   Her concerned face looks over your shivering form and she quickly makes her , “Deta(baby), I thought you must've been asleep. Why didn’t you come get me?”

   You shrug as she scoots into her spot beside you, “I just didn’t wanna bother you”

   “You could never bother me Y/n, especially when it comes to stuff like this” Another crash of thunder goes off and you practically jump into her outstretched arms. She holds you close for a bit until more thunder and lightning show up, “Come on, why don’t we get our noise canceling headsets on and get one of your games on that we can play until this is over”

   You smile at her suggestion and take the controller and headphones she passes you, “Thanks Tasha”

   “Of course, anything for you moya lyubov'(my love)” she says, kissing your temple as she gets her own controller and headset ready

   You turn on your console before scooting back into her embrace and then you finally relax as her arms wrap around you, “What do you wanna play?”

   “You pick, but if it’s a one on one, I’ll kick your ass” she says with a smirk

   You playfully roll your eyes at her, “Co-op it is then”

   “Spoil sport” she scoffs playfully as you click on your favorite co op game

   A few minutes later you're entirely focused on the game and your girlfriend smiles at you. With how much you've been able to help her through her own traumas and triggers she's glad she's able to in turn be there for you in times like this. Plus she found video games more fun than she thought she would, especially when she played them with you.

   “YA tebya lyublyu(I love you)”

   “I love you too” you reply, rapidly pressing your trigger button, “Watch your right”

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[multicolour-ink]

(Anon's other request I mentioned in this post)

⚡ Scared of thunderstorms

writing prompts

(takes place pre-Mario Movie verse)

Something cute with the young Mario Bros :)

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"Luigi?", Mario whispered in the dark.

Little Luigi shivered under his bedsheets. He was huddled up so small that he was barely a recognisable lump.

Another crash of thunder sounded, followed by a flash of lightning.

Luigi shrieked again and sobbed even louder.

Mario frowned. And then the five year old quickly got up and walked over to his brother's bedside. He placed a hand gently over the shivering lump.

"Hey, it's ok", he smiled warmly. "Want to come into my bed?"

Luigi peeked out at him with watery eyes, nodding shakily.

With utmost effort, the child cautiously pushed aside his bedsheets, and took Mario's hand in his. He gripped his big brother's hand the short distance across the room, as Mario led them back to his bed.

The two of them cuddled up as close as possible.

"Are you ok now, Luigi?", Mario asked.

Luigi nodded. And then another crash of thunder sounded, and an even bigger flash of lightning lit up the room. Luigi shrieked and clung to Mario tight, burying his face into the crook of Mario's neck.

Mario patted his brother on the head.

"It's ok, Luigi", Mario smiled gently. "There's nothing to be scared of."

"Yes there is!", Luigi insisted.

He hugged Mario tighter as the thunderstorm raged more fiercely.

"Thunderstorms are so scary!", Luigi wept. "They're big, and noisy. And they can hurt us!"

"It won't hurt us, Weegie", Mario insisted. "I won't let it."

Luigi looked at him astonished.

"Are you sure?"

"Yep!", Mario smiled and nodded.

Luigi frowned.

"But the thunderstorm is so big. How are you going to beat it when you're really small?"

"I'm not small!", exclaimed Mario. "And besides, nothing or no one is big enough if it means I get to protect them from you."

Luigi sniffled.

"I wish I was as brave as you..."

"You are brave, Luigi!", Mario said. "You're brave in your own way!"

Mario shifted a little so he and Luigi were positioned more comfortably, their heads close together and their hands clasped.

"What would you do if you had lightning powers?", Mario asked.

Luigi blinked.

"Lightning powers?"

"Yeah!", said Mario. "What would you do if you had them?"

"Well...", Luigi furrowed his brow. "I don't know...m-maybe....power Mama's washing machine?"

Mario laughed.

"That's pretty cool! Ok, what else would you do with them? What if you were a super-hero?!"

Luigi laughed this time.

"A super-hero? Those only exist in stories!"

"No they don't!", Mario exclaimed. "What about the guy who came to fix the TV?"

"Well...he did call himself 'Mr Electric'...."

"Exactly! So...what else would you do if you had lightning powers."

Luigi turned himself over so he was facing the ceiling.

"Well...I would want to shoot lightning! It would help keep the bad guys away."

"That's cool", smiled Mario. "What else?"

"I would want...to be able to create a lightning shield."

"Lightning shield?"

"Yeah!", replied Luigi. He turned to face his brother. "It's so I can keep you safe too."

Mario smiled and patted his brother's shoulder.

"You don't need to worry about keeping me safe, Luigi. I can do that for both of us. But having a lighting shield would be so cool! Would it come out of your mouth or eyes?"

"Nope. My hands", said Luigi, holding them up. "It would be so awesome! I could charge up my power and hurt anyone who tries to grab me. Or blast anyone from far away!"

"So cool!", Mario gasped.

"What would your power be, Mario?", Luigi asked curiously.

"My power...?"

Mario frowned.

"I think I would like to have fire!"

"Fire?"

"Yeah!", said Mario. "Fire is awesome! And strong!"

"Would it be like my lightning?"

"Oh yeah! But it would be even more strong, to protect you."

"Would they have names?"

"Hmmm...not sure...Maybe Firebrand for me! It sounds cool!"

"Then mine will be...Thunderhand!"

The two brothers were so engrossed in talking that they hadn't even noticed that the storm had subsided. Eventually they both got tired again, and cuddled up close to each other.

"Goodnight, Luigi", Mario smiled.

"I'll keep you safe, always."

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author's notes under the cut

Hooray another drabble! Sorry this one took a while. I wanted to do something cute from Mario and Luigi's childhood, and I hope it sufficed.

Take care everyone <3

[revluvzen]

/⚡🌹/ Harder, harder, harder /⚡🌹/

bottom!Taeyong x top!male reader

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credits to the author of the gif!

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Category: smut. MINORS DNI.

Tags: vanilla sex, bottom Taeyong, top male reader, anal sex, oral sex, spit as lube, begging, praising, etc.

WC: 1,7k

Enjoy! Please reblog and like if you liked it!

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You are laying on your bed, with Taeyong, your boyfriend, at your side. You both are checking your phones, scrolling down your Instagram feeds. It's late night, you're almost ready to sleep.

Food reels, celebrities' posts, your friends' stories, etc... It's all getting kind of boring. You drop your phone over your chest, and stare to the ceiling. Then, by the corner of your eye, you can see your boyfriend watching a video on loop. He's deeply focused in it.

It's a reel about a couple making out. The two guys were holding each other by their waists, kissing and showing their followers how much they love each other. "Sweetheart, why are you looking at that so much?", you ask him, smirking. "It's just... it's so wholesome~", he replied, blushing. "Well, it looks like it", you tell him.

Taeyong turned his head and stared directly at your eyes. His eyes looking at you so cute, contrasting with that eyebrow slit and those shaved lines on his hair that gives him a bold look. His face is so close to you; it's almost like an instinct what to do next.

"You're so freaking cute", you tell him, grabbing his chin and putting your lips close to him, finally starting to kiss him. You press your lips against the ones of Taeyong, softly bitting his upper lip, closing your eyes and caressing his cheek. Taeyong replies by caressing your shoulder, him tasting your lips.

You both then pull each other waists, your bodies now thrusting back and forth. "Mhm babe, you are so cute, so hot~", you whisper to him, sexily, before going back to make out with him. You both keep doing that for a long time. For sure, more than ten minutes. Both of your lips get swollen, you biting each others lips, your tongues deep inside of the other.

You put one of your legs above Taeyong's ones, trapping him. Naturally, some minutes after, you get right above of him, still making out, pinning him against the bed. Like an instinct, you both get very hard, you naturally starting to thrust toward him. Your hard bulges rub each other, making your tips start leaking precum.

"Will you let me fuck you, honey~?", you ask Taeyong. "Y-Yes, please- make me yours", Taeyong said, staring directly at your eyes. "So cute for me, babe~", you told him. "Let's get naked, sweetheart", you ordered. You strip off your clothes, and help Taeyong do the same.

"Spread your legs", you tell him, which he obeys. "Just like that", you praise him. You lay on the bed right in front of his bottom. Putting a pillow below his back, now you have direct access to his sweet, tight hole.

You start licking his rim, your tongue swirling around his hole, then pushing it deep into him, making him moan. "Ah- y/n, right there~ f-fuck", he whimpers, feeling your tongue wetting your insides with your saliva. "Mhm~ you're so tasty, fuck, I could be like this all day long~", you whisper, keeping on sucking his rim.

You start licking upwards. Softly pressing your tongue against his perineum, you keep making a trail of saliva towards his balls, which you kiss and softly suck.

Finally, you start licking his shaft. Jerkinv him of for some seconds, you then put his cock inside of your mouth, in order to please him. Sucking his hard cock up and down, you swirl your tongue around his shaf while it's deep inside your mouth. Taeyong moans so loud, as he feels his cock being sucked so good by you.

Having his hole and cock wet, you pull out and smirk at him. "Well, it's time, babe. But, let's make this a little fun. I want to hear you beg for it~", you say, winking at him. "W-What...? Babe-", Taeyong says, confused and heavily exhaling from having been stimulated.

"Don't you want my cock, honey? Beg...", you tell him, slapping your cock against his rim. He quietly groans, so needy for your cock. "Y-Yes- P-please, give me your cock, I need it~", Taeyong whimpers, so needy for it.

"Louder. Fucking beg for it, babe~", you keep teasing him, pressing your tip against his rim but not slamming in yet.

"P-PLEASE, JUST PUT IT INSIDE OF ME~", Taeyong cries, so needy for you. He stretches his ass just for you, with a cute begging look on his face.

"Ahh~, fuck, how can I say no~", you say, slamming in. Your hard cock starts penetrating Taeyong, your tip making his hole stretch to your width. As you ate his ass, it's already wet and ready to take your cock up him. You spit on your shaft just to get it more lubed up. Taeyong moans loud as he feels your cock going deep inside of you. "F-Fuck~", he whines. "Do you like it, babe~? There's a little more left yet~", you ask him, sweetly. "Y-Yes, babe~ please, put it all inside, feels so good~", he begs.

You finally put your whole cock inside of Taeyong hole. You lean towards him, his face so close to you. Taeyong rests his feets on your shoulders, giving you full way for you to fuck him.

"I'll move now, okay, sweetheart?", you ask him. "Yes, babe~ please, fuck me...", he keeps begging. You start thrusting your hips towards him, slowly fucking him. Your dick feels so good, fucking Taeyong's tight insides.

Taeyong starts moaning as you fuck him, so happy of having your cock deep inside of you. "That's right babe, enjoy that cock inside of you, yes~", you say, while pounding him a little bit faster.

Fucking him, you then start making out with him, shutting his moans up. You both keep making out for some long time, as you thrust into him. His lips feels so good on yours. You just want this to never end. You're so comfortable and warm with Taeyong, he's the best. His hands on your back, softly scratching it, shows how much is he loving this.

You pull out from the kiss, then staring at him. "Honey-, p-please fuck me harder", Taeyong begs, moaning loud. "Hmm, you'll have to ask a little bit more louder for that, honey", you tell him, teasing him.

"B-Babe, why are you so mean- p-please, I want you to fuck me faster~ p-please, faster, faster...", he says, as you start fucking him harder. "F-FASTER", he yells, euphoric and so needy for your cock.

"That's what I wanted to hear, baby", you tell him, fucking him so fast. You do powerful thrusts, making sure your twitching cock abuses his prostate good and nice.

Taeyong can't stop moaning as you fuck him so good, his body getting all sweaty. He clenches his hole, making it choke your cock tighter. "F-Fuck babe, you're such a slut~ you make me feel so good, fuck", you tell him, degrading. Taeyong whimpers so loud as you called him like that

He's so euphoric right now. He's crazy for your cock. He starts moving his hips back and forth on your cock as you keep drilling his hole, making it get deep inside of him even faster. Only thing he could do was to moan louder and louder and keep asking for you to fuck him harder. "Harder, harder, just like that, please~ ruin my hole~", he begged, sobbing, feeling so stimulated.

You start fucking him at an insanely fast pace, the sound of his ass clapping with your hips resonating loud around the room. Taeyong's cock goes hard as fuck, twitching as he gets near his orgasm. "Come on, cum for me~ cum for me just from me fucking your tight hole, baby", you tell him, drilling his hole so good, him now unable to talk, just moaning so loud. "A-A-A-AGH BABE I- AGH~", he kept moaning.

Taeyong reaches his climax and orgasms, his cock coming and coming loads of cum untouched, just from feeling your cock hit his prostate repeatedly. Loads of cum land on his abs, chest and even some drops on his cute, lewd face. Some other drops land on your body, getting you so hard.

Taeyong is a moaning crying mess at this point, feeling so good as he keeps spreading his legs for you to fuck him. "So good, babe, you came so fucking much~", you say, scooping some of the cum in his abs with your hand and making Taeyong lick some of it. You also scoop some towards your mouth.

Leaning over him, you then start making out with him, mixing cum and saliva inside each others mouth, your faces now being a drenched mess of fluids.

Taeyong keeps clenching his hole, making you feel so good. It's inevitable; you're near your own orgasm. You grab Taeyong's feet with your hands and make him spread his legs very wide, making your cock get inside of him so deep and insanely fast.

"C-CUM INSIDE OF ME, PLEASE~ I FUCKING NEED IT~ FUCKING NEED YOUR CUM~", Taeyong begs, sobbing and overstimulated as you keep hitting his prostate with your cock. "I-I'LL FUCKING FILL YOU SO MUCH~", you tell him, sweating a lot and feeling your orgasm building up on your cock.

"FILL ME UP, FILL ME UP, FILL ME- AAAGH~", Taeyong moans, as you finally come inside of him. Loads and loads of cum eject from your cock to fill Taeyong's insides so good. "F-FUCK, FEEL MY CUM DEEP INSIDE OF YOU, BABE~", you tell him, so euphoric, your cock still thrusting into him so your cum gets deep inside of him.

Taeyong moans so loud, "AAAGH~ AAAGH~ SO GOOD~", was the only thing he could say, tears running down his face. You also moan out load, groaning "Fuck, fuck, fuck" as your pace falters.

You lean again towards Taeyong, starting to make out with him, shutting up both of your moans. You both feel so safe with each other, hugging and caressing the others body.

After making out for some long, long minutes, you both pull out for a second. "I love you so much, babe~", you tell him, wipping off the tears from his face. "I love you so much too, y/n~ you make me feel so good...~", he replies, giving you a peck.

"S-Should we... Sleep, just like this?", you suggest, your cock still deep inside of him. "Nothing could make me happy, babe~", Taeyong sighed, so happy. As you both were so tired from fucking that rough, you both quickly fell asleep, cuddling and with Taeyong cockwarming hope.

As the sun rises, you both already know you're gonna have an awesome day. What's better than waking up with your boyfriend so close to you?

[merthurians-prat-and-idiot]

Post 6x11 buddie oneshot-

I was thinking about the fact that Eddie got thrown off the firetruck and this happened! Written in a frenzy in the ams but hope you enjoy! (Also I couldn't resist with the last line 😆)

Spoilers for 6x10/11, discussions/descriptions of injury & mentions of hospitals

🚒⚡

"Hey, I'm just about to order, do you want the garlic dough balls as well or the wedges? Or y'know, we could split a box of-"

Buck trails off as he pokes his head round Eddie's bedroom door.

He's shirtless, which shouldn't be that suprising- seeing as he'd only just got back from a shift and greeted Chris & Buck before slipping off to get changed. What is suprising is that he's still shirtless, almost fifteen minutes later. But the thing that stops Buck in his tracks, stealing his breath, are the angry, vivid purple bruises littering Eddie's back.

They're painted down his spine and scattered across his shoulders- some tinged with green or yellow, creating a kind of sick diorama landscape on his skin.

He's twisted round, trying to apply cream to his back in the small mirror sat on his dresser.

"𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦"

Buck steps forward involuntarily.

"What-" he sucks in a breath.

"Wh- what the hell happened to you- are- are you okay? I-"

Eddie turns, the view of his back obscured, and holds up one hand placatingly.

"Buck- hey, I'm fine, its just a bruise" he says, softly, reasurring.

Buck huffs.

"That's more than a bruise! What happened? How did you even get those? When did it happen?" He emphasizes, his mind whirring over the possibilities.

They looked older than a day, but he hadn't mentioned any rough shifts...

"I- look- I promise, it's okay, I'm alright- they're from a while ago, but I'm putting on the cream, they're a little sore but they're healing up nicely, don't worry Buck"

"When"

"Buck-"

"Eddie when did you get those?" He repeats, obstinate.

Eddie sighs, ducking his gaze for a moment.

"I- the night of the lightning strike"

Buck's lips part around a breath.

"You got hurt?" He asks, his voice rough.

"When the lightning hit- hit you-" he pauses, looking up as if to check that Buck was still with him.

"-it also hit the truck and travelled down the ladder, I got blown backwards onto the street"

Buck steps forward again, purposefully.

"You got thrown off the truck? Did you lose consciousness? What did Hen or Chim say when they checked you over?"

"Um"

"Eddie-"

"I was fine! It just winded me a bit- I got myself up & put my helmet back on and-"

"Your helmet came off?! Eds-"

"Shit, I shouldn't have said that" he mumbled.

"Anyway, I got up and then- then I saw you- just- hanging there - so I ran up to get you down"

"Eddie" Buck shakes his head, pleads-

"You should've waited, let Hen or Chim clear you! You could've had a head injury, or something with your spine! You- you shouldn't have gone tearing up a ladder, what the hell?" Buck exclaims.

"What, and left you hanging there?" Eddie snaps back.

"No, but you could've stopped, just for a second and-"

"Buck! I could've been chained to the ground, or- or taking my last breath- but nothing would've stopped me from getting to you" he rushes.

Oh.

Buck feels Eddie's words hit his chest. The sentiment a familiar one, in reverse.

He'd heard the expression once.

If you were in an accident, I wouldn't stop for red lights.

He remembers it making him freeze, for just a moment, a moment like this one in fact- and thinking yeah, Neither would I.

Eddie sits down on the bed with a sigh, and scrubs a hand across his face.

Buck crosses the room in three easy strides and sinks into the mattress beside him, pressed close from shoulder to hip.

"Did you get checked out, at the hospital?" He asks softly, his volume meeting the moment, the bubble, they seem to have found themselves in.

"Yeah" Eddie replies, just as soft.

"Bobby made me, and I'm really fine, I promise- just the bruised back and a tiny cut on my hip- turnouts dug in" he dips a finger into the waistband of his sweatpants and tugs them down a tiny bit to show a faded scar running across his hipbone.

Buck starts to reach out and catches himself with a cough.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Eddie sighs, shakes his head.

"You had enough to think about, you're supposed to resting, not worrying about me"

"Eddie" Buck turns to face him, tucking a leg underneath him.

"I want to know if you're hurt-"

Eddie opens his mouth, but Buck continues before he can speak again.

"Even, if its "just a bruise". I know you didn't want to worry me, but we made a deal, right? You saved my life. We have each other's backs. So tell me if yours is bruised, okay?"

Eddie hums and meets his eyes.

"Okay"

Buck smiles, and they just look, for a moment.

He feels that those moments have been getting longer recently.

They're tinged with a something, something thats as thrilling and terrifying as it is soft and so familiar it feels like, it feels like- home.

He reaches across Eddie's lap for the bruise cream.

"Let me?" He offers, on an exhale.

Eddie's eyes soften impossibly further and he dips his chin, turning around, as Buck unscrews the lid.

"Thank you" Eddie says, relaxing against Buck at the first brush over his back.

"No problem" Buck replies.

"I've got you.... 𝘤𝘰𝘸𝘣𝘰𝘺"

[raiiryuu]

meta: holidays

⚡︎ Send me a topic for a meta ⚡︎ - @scarletbellatrix

[[Hoo boy here we go. There's gonna be some heavy-ish topics in here (death of family/strained family relationships, copious drinking, things like that) but I'll keep the lighthearted stuff above a cut and the heavy stuff below.]]

Gift-giving holidays are probably something he honestly enjoys? He's a very 'saw this and thought of you' type, but if he's close to you he also listens a lot more than he might let on. He also likely has a deal with those he's close to that at least one holiday he gets to splurge a bit, even if he keeps the others more along the lines of what others consider affordable. He's not a "money is no object" person, he's keeping track of everything, but he's financially comfortable and has the means to do it, and these are people he cares about a lot, he wants them to have nice things. Even if it might frustrate them sometimes.

Birthdays are typically the holidays he'll go all-out for, or close to it. It's specific to that person, signifies they've stuck around another year, and he might be just a little sentimental about it. He's horrible to shop for, but one of his favorite memories is the year he tried to tell the team he didn't want anything, just for them to be there, maybe a cake or something. They (knowingly) each made one, just to get at him for it, and it was the most hilarious thing to him. Spending a snowy winter afternoon with them, dodging Bix's totems trying to smudge frosting on his face while talking with Ever and Freed about how difficult pineapple upside-down cake really is to make, isn't something he's going to forget anytime soon.

Halloween is sort of hit-and-miss for him. It was his mom's favorite, but as long as he's suitably distracted (such as helping Bixlow decorate the haunted house he's turning the guildhall into), he can relax and enjoy it. He's often asked to dress up and help out, but he usually just replies with something along the lines of I'm probably scary enough without the costume ... but grudgingly agrees to help at least a little bit.

Mother's Day and Father's Day are two of the worst holidays, for him, for various reasons. The few days leading up to each holiday, if Laxus can't find some sort of job to distract himself, he's basically a ghost -- barely seen at the guildhall if at all. For Mother's Day, he visits her grave in Magnolia, but will immediately leave if anyone happens upon him there. It's especially tense if it's Makarov that finds him, but there's rarely any words shared before he's gone.

Father's Day is...difficult. He often finds himself wanting to reach out again, to say something, even just a simple hello, but he's not sure how it'd be taken. And to him, the possibility of it being a negative reception is worse than not doing so at all. He's typically gone like he is for Mother's Day, usually spending it at home or working as a distraction.

Most holidays he's fine with, other than those, but if he's coerced into sticking around for the guild celebrations, he's often drinking to make it through them. It's one of the few times you'd actually catch him drunk, though he'd try to downplay it if he's not ushered home by his team before getting too bad off. He's said a few things he regrets while in that state, but never anything cruel -- mostly just admissions he'd never have made had he been sober.

[acrxmxnal-archived]

🪵☠️💪🧡💚💜🐱🌪️🔥💋💩👔🏹🎻🐵

"You really fuckin see all that?...Really? Cos I look in the mirror, and I don't see shit."

[aphroditeinthesea]

hey!! I was wondering if you could do a Poseidon fem reader x Jason Grace blurb or hcs about their relationship with each other, but she has a pet cat that she is obsessed with and Jason is just admiring the two while his gf is treating her cat like a baby and saying it our kid? If that makes sense??

“ with two cats in the yard (life used to be so hard) ”

jason grace x daughter of poseidon ⚡

a/n this is my favorite request i have ever gotten, whoever sent this in ilysm & ik u said blurb but i got carried away

tw none

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“Where’s the baby?” Y/N spoke right as Jason opened the door to his cabin.

He laughed, “she’s asleep,” he let her in, softly kissing her cheek as she entered.

He had been spending the past two days with y/n’s cat while she had to go on a quest.

She smiled as she softly brushed her index finger along the cat’s forehead, whispering, “mommy’s home.” The tabby let out a small noise while she opened her eyes. Just like an infant would, the cat reached up her front paws, leaning up on y/n.

She picked up the cat, who made herself comfortable on her owner’s shoulder, “did you miss me?”

“Are you asking me or her?” Jason remarked.

Y/N rolled her eyes, “maybe both.”

He grinned as he stepped closer to her, “I think I speak for both of us when I say, I missed you.”

She giggled, leaning up to kiss her boyfriend, “good, you know I was hoping you two would bond while I was gone.”

He gently petted the back of the cat, “yeah, we’re best friends now.”

Y/N held the cat in front of her to look at her face, “did you have fun with daddy?”

The boy choked on his spit, “daddy?”

“Yes, daddy,” she faced the cat towards him, “this is our daughter.”

He smiled, “I’d hope that our future kids have better names than Purrmaid.”

“Hey!” She pulled the cat away, “I named her when I had just gotten claimed,” she defended, “and that’s Madame Purrmaid of the Atlantic to you.”

“Oh gods, that’s even worse.”

“I was twelve!”

The cat meowed.

She handed Purrmaid to Jason, “tell her you’re sorry.”

He grabbed the cat, cradling her, “daddy’s sorry for making fun of your name.” He went to let her, but she swatted his hand, leaving a scratch.

“She’s mad at you.”

“She is not,” he went to pet her again, instead getting scratched once more, “she might be.” He placed her on the ground before she swatted one of his legs, “what did I do?!”

His girlfriend cackled, “she’s going through a phase.” He exaggeratedly frowned, she giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck, “it’s okay, I still love you.”

He held her waist, “promise?”

“Promise,” she reached up to kiss him again, “can I crash in your bed? I’m exhausted.”

“That’s what it’s there for,” he replied.

She sluggishly crawled under his covers. Purrmaid followed, laying on y/n’s chest.

Jason laid down next to the two, “is that comfortable?”

“I can’t breathe, but it’s okay.” She grabbed his hand, “you okay?”

“I’m fine, they’re small,” he comforted, “unlike Purrmaid.”

“You take that back!”

“I will once you stop feeding her your leftover lunch.”

“She gets hungry!”

“I don’t think cats are supposed to eat broccoli, my love.”

“Hmph,” she looked away for a second before turning back to the bright blue eyes, “we should get another one.”

He smiled, “you wanna?”

“We can get a boy, and you can name him!” She planned out.

“I won’t be naming him Thun-purr.”

“Aww, that’d be so cute though.”

“Fine,” he kissed her forehead, “I’ll name him whatever you want me to.”

“It’ll depend on what he looks like,” she replied, “because if it’s a tabby, he’ll be Harry, if he’s light, he’ll be Niall-”

“I take it back, you’re not naming him after One Direction.”

She lightly hit his shoulder, “I was joking, loser.”

“Sure, you were.”

“Seriously, what would you name a cat?” She softly questioned.

He sighed, “I’ve always kind of wanted to get a cat named, uh,” he hesitated, “don't make fun of me.”

“Babe, my cat is named Madame Purrmaid of the… I can't even finish.”

He chuckled, twirling his fingers in her hair, “fine, I wanted a cat to name Cannoli.”

She grinned, “that’s adorable!”

“Thanks,” he embarrassedly looked down while still smiling, “there used to be this bakery in New Rome where they had the world’s best cannolis and one time I saw this giant orange cat walking by it and I always thought that’s exactly the kind of cat I wanted.”

“Then you shall have your very own Cannoli,” she declared in a British accent, “I’ve actually never had a cannoli.” “Next time I head to New Rome, you're coming with me,” he smiled, “you and Purry.”

“Like that was a question,” she replied, petting the feline.

He breathily laughed, “do you want anything to eat?”

“I’m kinda craving a cannoli.”

“You’ve never had one,” he responded, confused.

“Yeah, but you love them so much, they must be good,” she added, “you have good taste.”

“I do?”

“You like me, I think that’s enough proof.”

“That’s a good point.”

She opened her arms, “come give mommy some sugar,” she said using a strange Boston accent.

“Y/N,” he rubbed his temples, “what are you talking about?”

“I don't know, I haven't slept in 20 hours.”

“Here,” he moved the blanket further over her and the cat, “get some sleep and I’ll get you something to eat, okay?”

She nodded as he began to walk away, “wait!”

He turned around, “yeah?”

“I love you.”

He grinned, he jogged back over to her, pressing a kiss to her forehead, “I love you, sweetheart.”

“Ahem?”

“Sorry,” he put his hand on Purrmaid, “love you, too.”

[genderlessjacky]

⚡ scared of thunderstorms

aight!! one encanto cousin bonding coming rightt up

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Abuela had told the Madrigals to take a day off due to the horrid storm happening in the encanto , it's so strong not even Pepa's magic could stop it and it didn't help that Camilo and Mirabel pranked her earlier today by putting a fake cockroach in her tea , they did apologise after but Pepa was reasonably still angry at them.

The thunder cracks and roars outside of the casita , rattling its windows as the living house tries to keep it stable . Dolores Madrigal , the child who has been blessed with the gift of super hearing, did not take this well.

She sat cross legged on the couch with her chatting siblings and cousins while her Tio Agustin played soft piano in the background . The middle child tried to focus her listening on her Tio's piano music but it didn't work , the sounds of thunder kept disrupting her , so she decided to go to her room , maybe it would be more silent there.

She gets up from the couch and quickly speed-walks to her room without saying another word.

Luisa Madrigal caught sight of Dolores abruptly going to her room , she was slightly concerned for Dolores since she couldn't control her super hearing and the thunder in itself was already really loud , she assumed that Dolores would put on some noise cancelling headphones.

But that was before she quickly realised that last week , one of antonio's birds chewed up her headphones and he never told her due to him being scared that Dolores will be angry at him so She assumed that Camilo took her headphones and they both argued for a while before Antonio told her but that's another story for another day.

The strong madrigal very lightly nudged her younger sibling who was loudly talking to Camilo and whispered to her

"Hey Mira , should I go check up on Dolores?

After Mirabel finishing laughing at one of her primo's stupid ideas she said back to her :

"Maybe , what happened to her?" she replied with a hint of concern in her voice

"I saw her going up to her room"

"Wasn't she already in her room"

"what- no she was with us , she just wasn't talking much"

"ohhh if that is the case you probably should check up on her just in case , do you want me to join you?"

"hmm , no need Mira you can continue to talk with camilo as long as it's not another prank"

"ughhhh fineee" Luisa stood up from the couch and briskly walked to dolores’s room and softly knocked on the door as to not disturb her

“Hey Prima , its Luisa , can i come in” she asked

There was a moment of silence before her cousin replied in a hush tone

“Sure..come in”

When the older sister came in , she found Dolores sitting on her bed with a distressed face with her curly hair untied , covering her ears and shoulders while the red ribbon was lazily threw on the nightstand beside her cosy bed

Luisa sat beside her

“Prima , are you okay? I didn't see you in the living room …” she asked with worry in her voice

“Y-yeah im fine its just-”

Dolores turned her head away from Luisa

“Too loud for my gift to handle”

“Don't worry prima!!! Luisa is here for you”

She straightened her back and pointed her thumb towards her chest

Dolores chuckled before an idea popped into Luisa’s head “Prima , can you turn around and close your eyes?”

“Hmmm.. whyy?”

“I think I might have an idea!!”

Dolores turned around her bed when Luisa covered her ears with her soft but rough textured hand , she made sure to be gentle with it as to not accidentally hurt her Prima

“Sooo do you remember the time Papa got his head stuck in a beehive?” the more muscular madrigal started Dolores didn't know what her Prima was doing but it felt nice..all the noises around her were muffled except for her Prima’s

“Haha , yeah!! Mama was so worried , you had to help crack open the beehive!! Poor Tio” she recalled fondly

“Right?? Camilo was laughing so hard when he tried to help , and didn't Tia Pepa scold him for that?”

“HAH she did!! , he got in so much trouble , Mama berated him so badly he looked like a kicked puppy after that happened!!”

The two Madrigal happily chatted the night away , recalled fond memories and asking about eachothers day

The both of them don't usually get to be cousins and bond like normal cousins do due to the chores they have to do but since Abuela changed they have so much more chances for times like these and times like these are what La Familia are for

[sylvia-forest]

[CN] Shaw's Field Date (Part 1)

⚡Warning: This post contains detailed spoiler's for a Date which hasn't been released in EN yet!⚡

[This date was translated with the help of Google translate!]

✧[Section 1]✧

Shaw's message: "If the old man doesn't grant me leave, I won't be able to come back to celebrate the Qixi Festival." MC: Hm…

Looking at the text on the phone, I let out a long sigh.

During this period, I will be filming a cultural and tourism promotional program about ethnic fashion. Shaw will be accompanying the professor for field research, and both of us was away from Loveland City.

As a result, what should have been a joyous "couples' summer vacation" has now turned into being apart from each other.

We had previously planned to set aside at least two days for Qixi Festival to find a place and have some fun together. However, upon seeing this message…

MC: "It's okay, let's forget about it... Um, will he think I'm being stubborn?" MC: "It's okay, I can't take time off either... Wait, this sentence sounds a bit strange, let's delete it…"

Characters are jumping on the screen, and I keep withdrawing them.

Just as I was considering how to reply, the director nearby called me.

Director: MC, it's possible that we won't be able to film the scenes about Miao Village the day after tomorrow. MC: Huh? Why? Director: We didn't notice before, but just now we sent a drone out, and we realized that on the other side of the mountain, at Cuisong Slope, it seems like some archaeological excavation is taking place. Director: The entire area is full of pits and uneven terrain, it's impossible to capture on camera! MC: How about letting the drone shoot from a different angle? Director: We just tried it, and the results were just okay. The main issue is that Cuisong Slope is right between the bamboo forest and the Miao village, and it's difficult to frame the shot properly…

The director paused, as if he had an idea.

Director: Wait a moment, maybe we should talk to them. It might be possible to ask them to stop work for two days, move the excavators and such away, and then we could manage with the visuals? MC: That could work... I'll try talking to them and see if we can find a compromise.

After making up my mind, I asked the production team to contact the local cultural and tourism bureau. Meanwhile, I set off to meet the archaeological team in person and have a face-to-face discussion.

As soon as I got in the car, my cell phone rang.

MC: Oh, shit!

With this unexpected turn of events, I haven't had a chance to reply to Shaw's message yet!

I hastily pressed the call button, and a low-octave voice came over immediately.

Shaw [on the phone]: I saw you typing for almost two minutes, and then you disappeared. What happened? Shaw: ...you're not mad at my message, are you?

Even though his voice sounded confident, his sentences were subtly probing. I found it amusing and couldn't help but curl my lips into a smile.

MC: I'm not upset at all. I just got caught up with work and couldn't reply to your message right away. Coincidentally, you called just as I was about to respond. Shaw: Fine.

Shaw hummed twice, which could be considered him acknowledging my explanation. At that moment, I heard a burst of noise on his end, as if he was arguing about something.

MC: What happened to you guys? Shaw: Oh nothing, just now a program team called and wanted us to stop work so they could shoot. MC: …..? Shaw: Now the program producer over there says they want to talk face-to-face with us. Tsk tsk, quite arrogant. Your company shouldn't learn from them. Shaw: Old Man Shen wants to take me along. He said we must show that arrogant producer who's in charge when the time comes. Shaw: But if they do stop work, it seems like I might be able to fight for some time off again… MC: ….. MC: …Shaw.

I interrupted Shaw's muttering.

Shaw: What's wrong? MC: I never asked before, where is your field research site? Shaw: Even if I told you, you probably wouldn't know. It's called Cuisong Slope, right next to a Miao village, extremely remote... Why suddenly ask about this? MC: ….

I took a deep breath, signaled the driver to increase the accelerator, and spoke with a smile.

MC: The producer of the program you're about to dismantle… should be me.

✧[Section 2]✧

Shaw: ….. MC: …… Professor Shen: …..

In the afternoon at the archaeological site, there was complete silence. Professor Shen wiped a thin layer of sweat from his forehead and gave a slight cough.

Professor Shen: We originally thought that we encountered some unreasonable program group, but we didn't expect it to be...... MC: It's okay. It might have been a little misunderstanding from the start of our phone conversation, which led to the confusion on your part as well. Professor Shen: Hahaha it's okay.

…There was silence again.

I turned my gaze to Shaw, desperately sending him a "help" signal. He subtly glanced at me and then spoke up.

Shaw: What's so awkward about it? Worst case, you two can pretend not to know each other, and I'll just introduce you again, right?

He gestured with four fingers close together, pointing at Professor Shen, and then pointed at me.

Shaw: This person— is Professor Shen, in charge of the Cuisong Slope archaeological excavation work, and this person is Miss MC, the producer from [MC Company's Name]. Shaw: Is this formal enough?

Professor Shen shook hands with me, and the atmosphere relaxed.

I formally expressed the needs of our program to Professor Shen, and he nodded happily.

Professor Shen: Since you also want to promote the customs and culture here, of course we can cooperate. Professor Shen: You don't need to worry about the duration of the work stoppage. I'll communicate with the team here. Besides…

The old gentleman glanced at Shaw who was at the side, and lowered his voice.

Professor Shen: Some people have asked me for time off multiple times, eager to spend the Qixi Festival with their girlfriends. Now they're finally getting their wish fulfilled.

Shaw: Hello, you two don't think I can't hear you. Shaw: Moreover, when have I taken time off multiple times? Am I the kind of person who can't separate work and personal matters? Among the whole archaeological team, I'm the most dedicated person…

Professor Shen: So, starting from today, the archaeological team is taking a break, and you can continue working. Go be a tour guide for your girlfriend. How about showing some "dedication to the job"?

Professor Shen waved his hand generously, and blocked all Shaw's stubborn words.

I chuckled, took Shaw's hand, and waved towards Professor Shen.

MC: Thank you, Professor Shen, for cooperating with our work and letting us borrow your star student!

Back in the car of the production team, Shaw and I sat side by side in the back seat. He had his arm propped up, looking out the window, but suddenly he turned his head…

Shaw: Why are you staring at me? MC: ...Is my gaze really that noticeable? Shaw: It's obvious from before even getting in the car.

My face flushed, not wanting him to catch on to the uncontainable longing. I coughed awkwardly.

MC [blushes]: It's nothing, I'm just surprised to see you dressed so casually for once, it's a bit unexpected~

The Shaw in front of me now feels completely different from the Shaw in Loveland City.

The Shaw I usually see is always the most conspicuous one in the crowd, but today he's just wearing a simple vest covered with work overall.

The fabric was stained with dirt and mud spots, clearly indicating that he had spent this time in the dirt pits.

I reached out and poked the small cluster of hair tied up with an elastic band at the back of his head. It was a little prickly and a little itchy.

MC: Your hair has gotten longer.

Shaw: I've been so busy, and I didn't want Tony, the local hair stylist, to touch my hair, so I just let it grow.

Shaw shrugged nonchalantly, and my fingers shifted along the tips of his hair. I poked the slightly reddened sunburn on his cheek.

MC: You've gotten tanned as well. Shaw: Yeah, digging in the soil during the peak of summer, it'd be strange if I didn't get tanned.

He paused, and suddenly looked at me suspiciously.

Shaw: Are you…? MC: What? Shaw: …nothing. MC: What "nothing," why stop in the middle of your sentence?!

But no matter how much I pestered him, Shaw refused to speak, and even put on his earphones.

Hmph!

After the car returned to the shooting location, there was still a lot of work that I needed to continue to participate in.

I gave Shaw an apologetic look and then turned to coordinate with my colleagues to wrap up the remaining tasks.

MC: I'm off work, do you want to go to a nearby town to have a good meal tonight?

Shaw [someone feeling jealous]: Who were those guys wearing ethnic clothing just now? MC: Just now?

I froze for a moment before realizing that Shaw was referring to the male models who came to ask me about the filming of the Qixi Festival at the end.

MC: They are the models we hired for the Qixi Festival. Since we are filming an ethnic-themed program, they naturally need to wear ethnic clothing.

Shaw: …..Do you still want to shoot during the festival? MC: Exactly, these are the hardworking laborers. MC: Speaking of which, why did you suddenly ask about them?

Shaw: Nothing much, just... they were dressed so flamboyantly in ethnic attire, and their appearances seemed so mature for their age, it felt a bit strange. MC: ?? Mature? My eye for choosing models shouldn't be that bad, and besides, their ages are similar to yours.

As soon as I said that, Shaw seemed to have been poked by something, and his expression subtly changed.

Shaw: …… Shaw: ……

He opened his mouth, then closed it, and tugged at his dusty work overall.

Shaw: I'm hungry. How about having some local specialty sour soup fish for dinner? MC: - That's a great idea! - Wait, why did you change the subject again?

Seeing Shaw about to walk away, I quickly grabbed his arm and took the opportunity to express my confusion.

MC: Shaw, I have a serious question for you.

MC: Did you got jealous when you saw me talking to the male models? 

—

⚡ Part 2

[melonblue]

Warm up with ⚡Kashimo!⚡

Ship: Gravity user x Thrillseeker

(whatever that means)

Cw: Perverse touching so suggestive content towards the end but mostly (SFW)

⚡ Summary: You're training with a guy who lusts for fighting and power leveling who can shoot lightning, you decided to tease said thrillseeker & he seems to take his liking to you.

Legal Age OC

*Written when they were first introduced

*Just some self indulgence fic for a character who might get his a** handed to him in the upcoming jjk chapters. Enjoy!*

"You're still reading that Peach girl crap?" Kashimo guessed, inviting himself to your room.

"I can relate to Momo so much, let me live Kashimo." You mumble, attentive to your glittery shoujo book.

"Wait, Momo! Oh my gosh, can I start calling you that?" You ask.

"It's training day," Kashimo replies bluntly, leaning against the door arms crossed. Not even entertaining your suggestion.

"So? I only came to see if gravity could affect lightning. It can't, so I'm going back home." You blurt out, loudly flipping the next page a bit annoyed that he ignored you.

You start scratching your hair and feel one way too many strands free standing. You snatch your pillow and put it over your head squirming to jump out of the bed. You catch glimpses of Kashimo smirking.

"You think you're cute, huh?" You state, rolling your eyes at him.

"Being cursed with Barbed wire hair doesn't mean you have to take me with you." You sneer, quickly greasing your stands and scalp so the next try wouldn't be too strong.

You walk by the door looking at his round pretty eyes, his eyebrows bending in confusion.

"You know what, I have just the thing to fight you in today." You say excitingly, ruffling his front part and walking past him.

You walk back to Kashimo and tap him to turn around, but he can only assume this is your new awakening to latex kink.

"A full body rubber-like suit...? Clever or Kinky?" He asks, just to humor himself.

"Both!" You answer quickly,

"Neither, you look ridiculous." He answers correctly.

You frown, "When some opponent comes out like this, remember this." You tease,

"Is that a challenge? You want to see how fast that suit lasts?" Kashimo threatens, cracking his knuckles with one hand.

"Now hold o-Ahck!" You stutter as you run down the hall, and Kashimo with two fingers extended and the other hand in his pocket, brisk walking carefully strikeing your legs with his currents.

"Stop! That f*cking hurts!" You yell, pinholes in your suit start forming, you envelop yourself in cursed energy to protect yourself.

"What happen to that suit of armor you got on?" Kashimo announces,

"All you can do is shock, shock, shock, you glorified Pikachu!" You retort.

If it wasn't for your "useless" manga addictions and TV shows, you might have gotten away with Kashino not knowing that insult.

You turn around seeing that stupid sadistic smirk on his stupid face. You could have sworn his hair buns shot up in excitement as he breaks to run towards you.

He was not letting up soon and you knew better than to go begging this guy for mercy once he caught you. You slam your fist in your hand and a force slams Kashimo neck first into the ground into the next floor.

"Calm down, ji ji, you'll hurt your back." You shout out, acting as if you weren't shaken up being three seconds from scorched medium well to well done.

You run by the hole and see Kashimo holding his body up against the wall on all fours, under him was the bathtub full of water.

"You're really dumb to think I don't know the layout of the house we slept in, small fry." He answers looking up at you with deadly eyes.

You immediately run downstairs and open the front door, but you feel a grip on your suit tearing it, yet you did not think about breaking momentum, however there is enough force to pull you back to him where he slams his fist in your stomach forcing you back again and denting the floor.

You can hear Kashimo's footsteps.

You grab any object in your vicinity and swing as hard as you can knocking Kashimo head, but he already made skin contact.

His initial momentum causes him to grab your legs and pushes them back by your head causing you to yelp from the stretch more than the pain in your stomach or the aftershocks that was fleeting from your reversed cursed technique.

"Is that all you got? Really Disappointing, kid." Kashimo taunts, while squeezing down on your thighs more, his fingers indent in your skin and you feel the increasing tingles on your skin.

It tickles you and because his hands were so close to your  , your toes curled. You could not tell if Kashimo was doing it on purpose or if your head was in the gutter.

In reflex, you swing down your leg harshly around his neck in mount leg choke, but could not grab his arm through your lock so you end up slamming on his neck.

Which caught him off guard and you won an annoyed grunt at best. He stops the struggle and rests in between your legs.

"Since I got the last hold, can I call you Momo now?" You ask, hearing your heart beat fast.

"No, you can fix my first floor ceiling and you didn't earn anything. I barley used my technique on you." He answers,

"Well, since we were both clearly holding back, let's take it outside?" You demand,

"Hmm," he answers, staring up at you, "It's warmer here." He murmurs, referring to your body heat.

He tickles his fingers up and down your inner thigh with one hand and presses his lips on your other thigh making the biggest sucking sound ever. You could feel your face heating up.

"Take this seriously!" You exclaim, that you would be lying if you said you didn't enjoy this weird off and on thing, but you wanted him to respect you as a fighter more. A bonus considering the time period he was born in and how skilled he is.

You thought he was going to be like Maki's cousin, being a woman daring to ask this old guy for his guidance and all, but you shake those thoughts quickly. He degrades you with his actions based on strength like he does everyone, but sometimes the electric beatings gives you the "feminine" urge to clean his house all day and watch shows.

"Sure, we need to work on your stamina. You're too weak." He says bluntly, grabbing your thighs and pulling them apart he gets up and starts walking to the entrance door. As if he wasn't finding reasons for you to stay another week or more.

You look down to the ground thinking about another snarkey remark, as you're about to use your hands to push up off the ground.

Kashimo turns around and lends you a hand. You grip him firmly and he grabs you up in one swift motion, then wraps his arms around your shoulder.

But it seems like he's got some liking to keep you around regardless so you'll figure it out later.

"So, you're training in shredded rubber or...?" He questions, scanning your body. You put your hands in front of his eyes in response.

"Ugh." You sigh, jogging back inside the house with a large hole in your back.

*I try to do those subtle details crap like him not liking manga, but him remembering the name of yours. Ah my heart.

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