#“we might not make it to the morning so go on and tell me now.”

[bloomzone]

📕 𝟓𝟎-𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐜 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞

March 1st ! If you’ve been slacking, if your study habits have been messy, or if finals are creeping up way too fast this is it. I did a 20-day productivity challenge before, but now, with finals staring me down and less than 90 days to go, I need to actually get my flip together.For the next 50 days, I’m locking in. This isn’t about aesthetic study sessions or fake productivity or like those 10s filming study routine 💁🏻‍♀️ . It’s about deep focus, real progress, and making sure you n i walk into finals prepared, not panicked.

before we start! what are the ..

🔴 Things You Need to Avoid

When you’re pushing yourself to study, it’s easy to fall into traps that make the process feel harder than it needs to be. One of the biggest things to avoid is procrastination. It’s tempting to delay tasks and distract yourself with less important things, but the truth is, the longer you wait, the more overwhelming it becomes. Putting things off only builds stress and leaves you with less time to focus on what truly matters.Another major pitfall is burnout. While it might feel like working non-stop is the key to success, the reality is that exhaustion doesn’t lead to productivity. If you push yourself too hard without breaks or balance, you’ll find your focus slipping, and your energy drained. Instead, aim for deep, focused study periods with scheduled rest to recharge. The key is working smart, not just hard.u also NEED to stay away from passive studying. Reading over your notes without actively engaging with the material might feel like you’re making progress, but it’s not enough. True learning happens when you interact with the content whether that’s through active recall, practicing problems, or teaching the concept to someone else. It’s about getting the information out of your head, not just in.And then there’s multitasking, which can be deceiving. You might think that juggling multiple tasks or subjects at once is a sign of productivity, but in reality, it dilutes your focus. Instead, concentrate on one subject at a time and give it your full attention. By focusing deeply, you’ll achieve better results in less time.Finally, avoid over-planning. It’s easy to get stuck in an endless loop of scheduling and rearranging without actually doing the work. While having a plan is crucial, it’s more important to take action. Don’t get paralyzed by perfection; start moving forward, and adapt as you go.

💡 What You Need to Succeed

Success in a challenge like this comes down to preparation, mindset, and consistency. First and foremost, you need to set yourself up for success by organizing everything you need. Having your books, notebooks, and study tools ready at your desk isn’t just about being prepared—it’s a psychological trigger that helps you get into the right mindset. When you see your space ready for work, it subconsciously tells your brain that it’s time to focus.But it’s not just about the materials. Your environment matters. A cluttered space can lead to a cluttered mind, so make sure you have a clean, quiet place to study. This is where you’ll spend most of your time, so make it a space that supports your work rather than distracts you. Even something as simple as proper lighting and a comfortable chair can make a huge difference in your ability to focus.It’s also essential to have the right tools. Flashcards, sticky notes, mind maps, or even physical planners whatever helps you engage with the material actively is what you should have at hand. You don’t need to follow a one-size-fits-all strategy, but it’s about finding what works best for you. What will make the material stick? What will make you more engaged and less likely to zone out?Consistency is key, too. This isn’t a sprint y'all u need to commit to a study schedule that’s manageable and realistic. Establish a routine that you can stick to every day thats what my teachers say everyday whether it’s an hour in the morning or a few hours in the evening. Building consistency will help you develop the discipline needed to push through tough moments, especially when motivation runs low.Finally, don’t forget about your energy. Sleep, food, and overall well-being are the foundation of any successful study routine. Without proper rest, your brain can’t absorb or retain information. Make sure you’re getting enough sleep to let your brain recharge and consolidate what you’ve learned. Likewise, pay attention to your body when you're well-rested and nourished, you’ll feel more alert, focused, and motivated. Let's cb !

📕 𝟓𝟎-𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐜 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧

( starting March 1 – May 9)

0️⃣1️⃣ Week 1: System Reset & Strategy (March 1-7)

🔹 List everything you need to study before finals.

🔹 Identify weak areas & high-priority topics.

🔹 Create an adaptable study plan (structured but flexible).

🔹 Set non-negotiable study hours per day (📚 2< hours).

🔹 Organize notes & resources so you’re not scrambling later.

🔹 Test different study environments & methods to maximize focus.

0️⃣2️⃣ Week 2: Deep Focus & Active Recall (March 8-14)

🔹 No passive studying (no just reading or highlighting).

🔹 Prioritize active recall (practice papers, Q&A, teaching concepts).

🔹 Use visual memory aids (mind maps, charts, bullet points).

🔹 Track distractions & eliminate what kills your focus.

🔹 Keep a focus log: What breaks your concentration? Fix it.

0️⃣3️⃣ Week 3: Technical Subjects and theory based subjects (March 15-21)

📜 Literature, history , philosophy... and theory-based subjects:

➖ Read critically, summarize, and debate ideas (not just memorize).

➖ Work on structured arguments & analysis for essays.

📈 Math ... problem-solving subjects:

➖ Use timed practice to simulate exam pressure.

➖ Write key formulas & rules on flashcards.

➖ Break down problems into step-by-step solutions.

🔹 Study difficult subjects when your energy is highest.

0️⃣4️⃣ Week 4: Writing & Expression (March 22-28)

🔹 Summarize topics in your own words every day.

🔹 Create one-page cheat sheets for major topics. (for revision nothing else 💁🏻‍♀️)

🔹 Write mock essays & structured answers (practice depth).

🔹 Focus on clarity & argument-building (make your writing strong).

🔹 Challenge: Can you explain this concept in 3 sentences?

0️⃣5️⃣ Week 5: Self-Testing & Performance Check (March 29-April 4)

🔹 Take full practice tests under exam conditions.

🔹 Time yourself: Work on speed & accuracy.

🔹 Identify weak spots and revisit them.

🔹 Grade your own work harshly—improve where needed.

🔹 Find patterns in mistakes and create strategies to fix them.

0️⃣6️⃣ Week 6: Memory & Retention (April 5-11)

🔹 Daily mini-revision of past weeks’ topics (keep everything fresh).

🔹 Use mnemonics, stories, & memory associations.

🔹 Sleep optimization for memory consolidation (good sleep = better recall).

🔹 Try retrieval practice before checking notes.

🔹 Apply concepts in real-life situations (where possible).

0️⃣7️⃣ Week 7: Peak Productivity & Stamina (April 12-18)

🔹 Push study hours (without burnout).

🔹 Use study sprints: 2-3 intense sessions per day.

🔹 Reduce fake productivity (low-value tasks don’t count).

🔹 Prioritize high-impact topics.

🔹 Simulate exam pressure—train yourself to think fast under stress.

0️⃣8️⃣ Week 8: Advanced Questioning & Strategy (April 19-25)

🔹 Study past exam patterns : what do they repeat?

🔹 Learn what examiners actually want in answers.

🔹 Debate answers with yourself or others (argue both sides).

🔹 Find alternative explanations for complex topics.

🔹 Challenge: What’s the hardest question you could get? Be ready.

0️⃣9️⃣ Week 9: Mastery & Confidence (April 26-May 2)

🔹 Final review: Focus only on weak spots.

🔹 80/20 Rule: What 20% of topics will help the most?

🔹 Do “last-minute style” studying—but without panic.

🔹 Take simulated exams with time limits (test performance).

🔹 Train your brain to stay confident under pressure.

🔟 Week 10: Exam-Specific Prep (May 3-May 9)

🔹 Prioritize final polishing, NOT cramming.

🔹 Review summaries, key formulas, & essay structures.

🔹 Optimize sleep & energy (don’t mess this up now).

🔹 Have a "cheat sheet" in your mind for each subject.

🔹 Last 3 days: Light review, no stress, trust your prep.

last tip !

There will be moments when u feel like giving up, when the material seems overwhelming or the effort too much. That’s when your mindset needs to kick in. The difference between success and failure isn’t about natural talent or born smart it’s about your ability to keep going when things get tough I'm talking about the material not burnout out .The truth is, hard work, perseverance, and adaptability are what lead to success not innate ability.Think of each week as a building block, each day as a step forward. Every time you study, you’re not just learning the material you’re evolving. You’re becoming more disciplined, more capable, and more confident. Even on the days when you feel like you’ve made little progress, remind yourself that you’re making small, consistent strides. These small changes compound over time

good luck !

@bloomzone

[moonstruckme]

Hi lovely, any chance you could do James x reader who is stressing over exam season?

Thanks for all the great work bb we appreciate it so much :)

Thank you angel, I love you <3

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 768 words

“Hey, lovely girl.” James comes up behind your chair with an arm around your front and a kiss to your head, surreptitiously slipping away your coffee. “How’s it going?” 

“It’s going fine,” you say. It’s a lie, but you have larger concerns. Your boyfriend is acting suspicious. “What are you doing?” 

“Just checking in on you.” 

“No, what are you doing with my drink?” 

“I was thinking we could make an exchange,” James says casually. 

You sigh, both craving and resenting the break. “I need to focus. No side quests.” 

“This isn’t a side quest. It’s a…a brief deviation—”

“That’s another way to say side quest.” 

“You didn’t let me finish. A brief deviation which will ultimately result in you being more productive.” 

You pause. “Okay…” 

James stamps a happy kiss to your hair. “So, first, I was thinking we could pick up some matcha or something—” 

“James,” you cut him off gently, “that’s a sweet thought, but matcha doesn’t have any caffeine in it.” 

“I’ve heard that, yeah. That’s a key feature of the plan, as it happens.” 

“I feel like I sort of need caffeine for my studying, lovely.” 

James makes a wishy-washy humming sound. It buzzes against the top of your head where he rests his chin. “Have you noticed that you’re vibrating?” he asks.

“I’m…” You take a quick stock of yourself. You feel exhausted, drained. Not vibratey. “No, I’m not.” 

“Mhm. I can actually feel your heart beating against my arm right now.” 

Now that he says so, you can feel it too. “Well, I’m nervous.” Your voice takes on an unintentional sharpness. “I’ve got three exams this week, and I want to do well. I can’t just check out.” 

James might have been anticipating you’d get prickly. He stays perfectly calm, only sweeping his thumb over your collarbone mollifyingly. You feel instantly ridiculous for your small breakage.

“I know, angel,” he says, in that everything’s-just-fine voice of his. “I get that you’re stressed. And it sucks that it is so stressful, but I’m not saying you should check out. I just want to make your studying go easier.” 

You’re quiet, guilty and embarrassed for sniping at him when he’s so relentlessly kind to you. James never does anything but make things easier for you, even when he’s not trying to. He makes your life easier just by existing. 

James lets go of you with the arm across your chest to squat by your chair, looking up into your face. He touches his thumb to the top of your cheekbone. 

“You look like your eyes hurt.” 

“They do,” you admit. 

He smiles ruefully. “Can I tell you the rest of the plan?” 

“Yeah. Sorry.” 

“I was thinking we’d take our matcha—or uncaffeinated beverages of your choice—and go to the park by Remus’ place. It has that little quiet area down the trail, remember? You could bring your books. It’d still be studying, but” —James shrugs, looking at the bright light you’ve positioned above your textbook, your grimy coffee mug, the chair you’ve been sitting in since you got up this morning— “this isn’t good for you. Maybe a change of scenery will help.” 

Now it’s you wanting a deviation. A side quest, an excuse to check out. You want to take James’ face between your hands and spend the rest of the week ensuring no inch of it goes unkissed. Screw exams. When he looks at you like this, so wholesome and earnest and chock full of good intentions, you genuinely think you must be the luckiest girl in the world. 

“That sounds nice,” you say. 

James grins, and god, his dimples dig in so deep you really could get lost in them if you let yourself. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” You give in slightly to indulgence, leaning down to press your lips to his cupid’s bow. Retracting before you forget about exams altogether. “That’s a really lovely idea, Jamie. Thank you for thinking of it.” 

“Well, it wasn’t hard,” he says breezily. “All I had to do was think to myself, if I were wearing my eyes out being a swot all day, where would I rather be?” 

You smile. James’ doubles in wattage because of it. “Well, you nailed it. That sounds perfect.” 

“Plans are my forte, lovely. Let’s see, maybe we try studying there until the sun starts to go down, and then you can call it quits for the evening.” 

“I thought we agreed on no checking out.” 

“But what if I put cucumbers on your eyes? That’s not checking out, that’s just rejuvenation.” 

“I…might be slightly more amenable to that.”

[jinwoosbabyboo]

Daddy’s Home - Husband Sylus II

Random posts on the TL w/ husband Sylus and your spoiled rotten babygirl pt. 1

misshuntermc

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misshuntermc: Secrets don’t make friends

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simonesays: It’s not a secret that she just wanted some oreos

↳ skye.109: I hope you told her no I gave her three this morning ↳ talkthat_tara: I gave her two about thirty minutes ago ↳ liiisa_: I literally just gave her two not five minutes ago….. ↳ misshuntermc: All of you need to tighten tf up

skye.109: She’ll make a fine Heiress to the family business

↳ misshuntermc: We are not making her a Mafia Don ↳ thing2_kieran: Boss baby! ↳ thing1_luke: She already has her dads scowl she’ll be perfect!

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skye.109

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skye.109: I would trade the world for you two

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misshuntermc: You’re so poetic sometimes

↳ skye.109: Only for you

thing1_luke: Number 1 dad right here (What about us?☹️)

↳ thing2_kieran: Number 1 Husband too (You were our dad first☹️) ↳ liiisa_: Actually Smitty Werbenjägermangensen was number one 🤓☝🏼but Sylus is cool too ↳ misshuntermc: Go ahead and log out for me ↳ skye.109: Wrap it up

nene.nero: This photo just called me a single unloveable bitch and I just got here 🙃

↳ skye.109: Damn that tough ↳ talkthat_tara: Now Sylus have some compassion 🤣 ↳ simonesays: PFFFTT HE’S TRIGGERED 🫨

_onychinusfans109: Collab? DM if interested :)

↳ thing1_luke: We know thats you evol police….. ↳ thing2_kieran: Boss what are our orders? ↳ skye.109: Critcal condition ↳ thing1_luke: Yes Sir! ↳ thing2_kieran: On it!

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misshuntermc: Back when our 2 became 3

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thing2_kieran: Uh I think you mean when our 5 became 6 miss girl 🙄

↳ thing1_luke: Just casually forgetting about us and Mephisto 🤔 ↳ misshuntermc: I’m sorry boys you know I meant no harm 😭 ↳ skye.109: So heartless ↳ misshuntermc: Can you not?

simonesays: Second baby when?

↳ skye.109: In 7 months ↳ talkthat_tara: STOP BABY NUMBER 2 ON THE WAY?!?!? 😧 ↳ liiisa_: The way I just choked on my drink ↳ simonesays: Please don’t be joking 🙏🏼 ↳ skye.109: I might tell you a joke but I'll never tell you a lie

misshuntermc: Everybody relax please 😐

↳ imjenna: You’re maternity and paternity leave is already approved use it when you’re ready ↳ skye.109: We appreciate your continued support Jenna ↳ misshuntermc: JENNA PLEASE

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skye.109: She wanted a date night ; I was three steps ahead

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misshuntermc: I love you and the way you love me 🫶🏽

↳ misshuntermc: Never leave me 🥹 ↳ skye.109: I adore you Princess

misshuntermc: Thank you @/imjenna for babysitting ☹️🩵

↳ imjenna: Anytime I don’t mind spending time with this little angel ☺️ ↳ misshuntermc: 🥹🥹

talkthat_tara: Why am I being interrogated by two bikers? 😕

↳ liiisa_: Right like did y’all just jump me? 🥴 ↳ simonesays: Mind you I just opened the app 🫠

thing1_luke: Boss gon’ swerve bend that corner 😎

↳ thing2_kieran: WHOOOAAAA 😎 ↳ simonesays: PFFTT ↳ liiisa_: Gimmie your phones 🫴🏼

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[shikaizer]

DIRTY PLEASURE 003.

ᯓ Paige Bueckers x Reader x Caitlin Clark

KINDLY CHECK THIS OUT FOR THE PARTS, SUMMARY AND WARNING > SERIES MASTERLIST

waking up the to the sensation of the light behind your eyelid, the sound of the ac the only source of sound and the warmth to each of your side, slowly fluttering your eyelids, stretching as you felt a lip brush on your neck. you completely opened your eyes to see paige sleeping peacefully infront of you, meanwhile caitlin was behind you.

the affection you are feeling right now somehow feels right and wrong, supposing the rumors you have heard about this two, you cant help but ignore them as the comfort your being given is something you would be longing right now, the feeling of their touch and the way they would treat you well.

but following the event that happend last night, especially when you remembered it right at this moment you slowly sat up careful not to wake them up but failed as caitlin groaned, and paige slowly opening her eyes. the sudden shift of coldness might have waked them up so you cursed your self.

"awake already?" paige asked still obviously drowsy meanwhile caitlin rubbed her eyes pulling you by the waist to lay back down.

"sorry for waking you up." you apologized and caitlin hummed "no worries pretty girl.." paige cooed and you mentally slapped yourself, you have gathered the thoughts of being played by them all over again, at this point you should be standing up and walking out the door and never have contact with them again.

but what can we say? you know yourself well and you know that your liking the attention your being given, its a win for you since they both are perfect. and if the time comes when they would be leaving you, then you cry right? but thats not important right. because you know what they say 'embrace the moment before it turns into a disaster'.

being deep in thought you havent noticed caitlins hands sliding underneath your shirt, technically her shirt, your breath hitched squeezing your eyes shut, paige had taken a notice at this and she pressed her lips on your neck.

"so early in the morning and being dirty..." she scoffed you elicit a whimper from the sudden call out, and caitlin responded by gently pinching your skin making you whince.

"right? what a whore.." she clicked her tounge mocking a dissapointed tone, and you cant even bring your self to speak up, the lingering touch of their fingers lurking on your skin has you dazed and confused.

"i need...to go home." the situation becoming more and more overwhelming has you catching your breath and stumbling words over words, the control they are taking from you is insane.

"why baby? dont wanna stay any longer?" paige whispered to your ears causing a shiver down your spine, shaking your head. "thats not it.." caitlin scoffed smacking your thighs making you gasp "or dont tell me you dont want this?" caitlin state making you quickly raise both your hands up in defense, paige mocked a shocked gasp and pout.

"is that true baby?" you groaned, feeling the weight of the dissapointment coming from the both of them made you guilty. "no! i want this!" you exclaimed earning a amused smirk from them.

"yeah?" caitlin hummed and started kissing behind your ear, meanwhile paige is currently enhaling your scent her hands rubbing you thighs

"just scared..." you muttured and caitlin looked at you. "scared of what baby?" paige asked gaining her attention. "well i... never had sex before..." you confessed feeling shame wash over your body as if you have just revealed the most embarassing thing.

caitlin and paige looked at each other for a brief moment, you dont know if they are either amused or dumbfounded, but their response left you sighing in relief. "so its your first time?" paige asked moving a strand of hair behind your ear, you nodded biting your lip. "fuck, all for us? your first time?" caitlin cursed and sat up the excitement wash over the both of them.

"dont be scared my love, we'll be gentle, promise." paige assured you and you looked down hesitating while caitlin waited for your approval. "dont worry babygirl.. we will take care of you." caitlin added obviously feeling unpatient as her fingers was tugging on the hem of your shirt.

"okay.." you breathed out and caitlin didn't waste a second disregarding your shirt. throwing them across the room, you felt the cold air hit your body as your breath shivered, paige made its way between your thighs pushing them apart each other looking up at you.

you whimpered when paige slid your shorts down, the air hitting your bare cunt making you curl your toes. "so fucking beautiful." paige whispered to your cunt and caitlin gripped on your jaw leaning in for a rough and deep kiss, you gasped thru the kiss when you felt paige's tounge lick a strip.

you rolled your eyes back, the kissing getting more rougher and teeths softly grazing each other, caitlin started to play with your teeths squeezing them like its some type of stress ball.

"aww look at you..." caitlin let out a mocking laugh at your screwed face. "didn't even start, yet you look like we fucked you for hours." you groaned feeling annoyed.

"hey paige, should we strap her?" caitlin looked over at paige and paige lifted her self up frowning. "but its her first time?" paige looked over at you trying to gain some kind of approval from you. "she will adjust, trust." paige rolled her eyes and leaned down again this time sucking your cunt making you arch your back suddenly.

caitlin looked over at you and smiled your moans being blisfull for her ears. "fuck, love that." she mutter leaning down to kiss your neck to your jaw, meanwhile paige was eating you like its her last meal, you hips bucking up each time she would suck on them.

"aww fuck!" you cursed jerking your hips closer to her mouth, meanwhile caitlin observed the way your body responses to deal with you later when shes going to fuck you.

paige stopped making you whine and she quickly shut you up. "patience babe." she growled and caitlin reached out for her strap, once she got it she bucked it up to her waist, while paige starts to insert to fingers seemingly trying to widen up your insides, it was easy to slide in due to your wetness. you let out a loud dazed moan your back arching "look so good like this baby..." she cooed curling her fingers making drool run to the corner of your lips.

once caitlin was set, paige shifted her self next to you her arms wrapping on your waist while her lips are brushing near your ears, pecking your cheeks each time "gotta relax baby okay?"paige assured you nodded and looked over at caitlin whos looking at your cunt while she was holding onto her cock. she rubbed the tip on your cunt making you whimper wanting more, she looked at you smirking rubbing it deeper the teasing being obvious. "please caitlin.." you whined out and she raised her eyebrows. "please what?" caitlin asked mocking a confused tone but the smirk on her mouth never fucking left. "gotta be more specific baby." paige states her fingers busy squeezing your boobs "what a dumb slut, cant even beg right." caitlin scoffed elicting a whimper out of you, her words shot straight to your core, and before you know it, she slid inside you not letting you adjust to the length.

luckily, paige was beside you holding your hand, while you gripped hard on it, she gave it soft kisses "good girl...fucking take it." she cooed to your ear.

caitlin leaned down as she slammed harder inside you. "look so fucking perfect with my cock.." she clicked her tounge following a curse under her breath slamming onto you relentlessly while paige was whispering sweet nothings to your ear.

caitlin continued her steady and rough pace completely turned on by the way your voice is gagging and being really loud. she cant help but to fuck you deeper wanting to hear more reactions from you.

"more!" you moaned out loud and her hands reached a handful of your hair grabbing them tightly and she leaned down staring directly at you eyes darkening "shh shut up and let me do the work yeah?" you gazed up at her and nodded.

you felt the bed creaking beneath you and caitlins lips brushing on your neck, feeling her breath hitch, yet paige on the other side was enjoying the sounds your making while her hands are rubbing your clit, you closed your eyes due to the pleasure your feeling.

But what you haven't notice was, caitlin was taking out her phone, hitting the red button and leaning it to your level basically your whole body and face being shown while shes fucking you, you fluttured your eyes. "what..??" you managed to speak out and paige hushed you. "its your first time baby, gotta make them memorable right?" you tried to catch your breath and caitlin wrapped her arms around your shoulder thrusting in deeper making you groan. "is it okay pretty girl?" caitlin whispered its more like an assurance and not and question, before you could answer, she thrusted in deeper continuesly slamming inside you loud mewls coming out your mouth, unable to form a word and mind blank. "fuck yes yes!" you managed to shout "im gonna cum!" you arched your back toes curling, caitlin buried her face on your neck feeling her breath unsteady. with a final thrust you felt your release your whole body relaxing, caitlin felt the wetness near her strap so she slowed down. meanwhile paige was now holding the phone which she have stopped recording.

caitlin kissed your jaw to your neck as you continued catching your breath. "fuckk... so wet.." she muttured as she reached her fingers to swim in your soaking cunt.

"look at how wet she is.." caitlin grunted and paige smacked her in the shoulder "your not gonna let me get my turn?" caitlin scoffed rolling her eyes "shut the fuck up shes tired" paige groaned burying her face on your neck "next time when i fuck you, your gonna be shouting my name, okay?" she whispered to your ear and you nodded still dazed from your climax eyes closed "oh trust me, paige fucks like a turtle." caitlin spat, assuming that she seen how she fucks other girls.

"oh fuck you" paige groaned earning a smirk from you. "dont listen to her baby or else i'll show you how i really fuck." caitlin removed her strap and layed next to you kissing your cheeks.

"did you feel good?" caitlin asked looked over at you, you opened your eyes to meet her gaze and you smiled nodding. "good."

timeskip 3 weeks later, the three of you are always close, its either the both of them inviting you to their dorm, spending time with you, all the attention is given towards you, they would spend money on you, giving you gifts, making sure you eaten, and you watching them practice everytime while you do some few homeworks in the bench.

and aliyah has taken a notice on this one, she was furious. she felt betrayed. you still spend your time with her whenever your in class anyway but you cant help it when paige and caitlin are always clinging to you.

"hey...are you ignoring me?" you leaned closer to aliyah while she was writing down in her notes, she gave you a side glare and continued writing.

"woah, whats wrong with you?" you scoffed frowning, you are annoyed at this point now and she gave you a disbelief chuckle "whats wrong with me?" she repeated shaking her head.

"you know what your a such a selfish cunt!" she shouted earning a stare from the others, the cafeteria got quiet for a second and later being filled with noise again.

"what did you say?" you raised your eyebrows huffing your chest. "oh stop being all innocent! your really hanging out with those two? gosh even after the issues they done?" you rolled your eyes jaw clenching, truth be told, you didn't believe the issue aside from the screenshots, you have convinced your self that it was just someone making it up, because the fact that the two of those person are literally perfect and popular, theres no doubt that they wont have any haters, you bet its made up by a boy too, yuck.

"they are just friends, its not like im fucking them!" you are quick to swallow your words but gained composure and aliyah laughed. "oh trust me, i bet they did already." you scowled shaking your head you dont understand her her tone doesn't seem concern but jealous ,sudddenly you saw paige in the corner of your eye walking towards the both of you, aliyah's jaw dropped and frowned looking more annoyed as paige sat down next to you. "hey guys. whats with this tension?" paige looked over at aliyah and back to you "bitch." aliyah muttured gathering her things and walking out. "whats up with her?" paige raised her eyebrows and you scoffed. "i dont know... she just crashed out and called me a selfish cunt. just because i was hanging out with the two of you." this was the problem, you didn't keep your mouth shut, but you payed no mind because in your mind, paige and caitlin are always there for you, but they took this literally.

"what?" paige responded unsure of what you just said. you sighed putting your hands up. "i know right. its messed up." you looked up at paige her eyes never leaving your her eyebrows furrowed. "i'll talk to her later." you muttured and looked away and paige was quick to hold your chin making you look at her shaking her head.

"no dont, you didn't do anything wrong, thats just bullshit." paige was right, you dont owe a single thing to aliyah anyway, shes acting like she owns your life or what.

"ignore it okay? it will be fine." you gave her a soft smile and nodded. "okay."

"what are you doing after this?" paige asked and you looked up the ceiling trying to relist some things "well...probably just going to sleep in, im really tired." paige nodded and you collected your things "bye paige." she smiled as you made your way to your next class.

[lucius-i-ran]

Rewriting Percy and Nico's convo in BoO because "you're not my type" fills me with rage every time I think about it

The son of Apollo was looking at Nico with a stern look that would make any god shiver, but a mass of black hair in the corner of his eye made him falter.

Nico turned. Percy and Annabeth were joking around, bickering and pushing each other. Their smiles comforting and warm, but the bags under their eyes still a deep purple.

He turned again, now facing Will.

"I need to do something first, I'll be right back." he stated with an apologetic look on his face.

He walked to the older demigods, heart pounding in his chest. The feelings he had for Percy were long gone and deep inside him he knew that Percy wouldn't hate him for being gay. Still, he was scared to death to confess his feeling for him.

How would he react? Would he laugh in his face? Would it be awkward? Would this ruin the already strained relationship between them?

With all these thoughts swirling around his restless head, he kept walking, trying to look as confident as possible.

"Hi dude, good morning!" Percy said as soon as he saw Nico, the usual smirk grew on his face. Annabeth smiled at him, too. It was kind and unusually tender. She spoke a million words without uttering a single one. She already knew.

Nico smiled at her and bowed his head as a thank; and with that smile she gifted him, he gained the confidence to finally speak.

"Good morning" of course, his voice broke. His throat was dry and his confidence nearly shattered, but he didn't give in. He turned to face the son of Poseidon, "I need to talk to you."

Percy turned to Annabeth, looking something between mortally scared and confused. Nico grew a little smile. It was kind of endearing to him how the gods defying, Tartarus survivor, son of Poseidon, Percy Jackson looked that scared to face him; but his smile was quick to disappear. Percy was probably scared because their exchanges up to that point weren't exactly friendly, and it was all Nico's fault.

They walked to the shore of the lake, where they could be alone for some time. It was usually more crowded, even at these early hours, but a battle just went down, demigods needed to rest; they wouldn't see anyone for a while.

"I think we should sit down" Nico said, more for himself than Percy, already feeling lightheaded.

They sat and they stayed quiet for a while, just looking at the crystal clear water, hearing leaves rustling with summer's wind. It was a good day, not a cloud in the sky. The sun made the water shimmer like a kaleidoscope.

Nico wished they could stay like that forever: silent and peaceful, with no uncomfortable conversations to be spoken, just the comforting sound of the summer to be heard.

But this was reality and Nico needed to face it. He owed that to himself, to his sisters, to Jason. Most importantly, he owed that to the boy sitting beside him who, weirdly enough, hadn't uttered a word, like he was letting Nico move at his own pace.

"Percy," he finally broke the silence "Would you promise me that you won't be angry at me?"

The boy looked at him.

"I can't promise you that. I can promise that if it isn't necessary, I won't try to strangle you"

Nico tried to smile. He appreciated the joke, it released some tension; but in that moment he felt like he could throw up if he started laughing.

"Thanks," the whispered "but I'm serious."

"So am I"

"Oh"

Well that didn't help.

"Percy," he repeated, trying to sound less frustrated than he felt. He exhaled heavily through his mouth "I'm scared"

"Is that what you needed to tell me?"

"No"

"Why are you scared?"

Nico sighed heavily, again. "Because I don't know how you will look at me after this. Because I think this" he gestured vaguely with his hands "dynamic that we have going on might be even weirder than it already is" he stopped to try and swallow the lump forming in his throat "I'm scared that you'll hate me"

Percy looked at him as if he was trying his hardest not to whack him on the head. Then he turned to face the water again "Nico, with all due honesty, you sold me to your father for informations a year ago and I'm still here, willing to talk to you. Wanna know why? Because I know you're good at heart." A pause. Then an exhale.

"It's true, our relationship is weird but trust me when I say this: I know for a fact that you couldn't do something worse. Because A," he put his fingers up as he started to listing "it's hard to come up with something worse than that for a 13 year old; and B, you couldn't. I know only a year has passed but you've grown. You know what's wrong and what's right and most importantly Nico, you're good. You're kind at heart, as much as you try to hide it. It's probably the reason why me and Annabeth survived in Tartarus."

Nico looked at him like he was deranged.

"What?" "Yeah Nico, Bob- You know what, whatever, that's not the point. Point is: just tell me. If anything I'll hang you to that tree overthere from the scruff, what's the big deal?"

They both laughed, exhausted. Nico gained courage. "The reason why I acted the way I did wasn't because of Bianca." He started "I mean, it was for a while but then I understood I was angrier at her and me"

"Well that's a great conclusion, it definitely took a lot of self reflection-" "That's not it." "Oh, sorry-"

"I had a crush on you" he blurted out.

His face was on fire. "That's why I was so distant. That's why I kept leaving and running away. I couldn't even look at you because it reminded me everyday that I was different, that I wasn't cut out for love. I just couldn't bare it," he paused.

"I'm sorry Percy."

The son of Poseidon was silent and it made everything worse. 'There goes the chance of a friendship' Nico thought, tears already welling up in his eyes. He bit his lip trying to repress a sob.

Then Percy stood up and sat down again, this time much more close to Nico. Then he wrapped his arm around his small shoulders and he held him tight.

They stayed quiet again, the only things that could be herd were the sounds of nature and Nico's occasionals sniffles and quiet sobs. He felt so relieved, he just couldn't help but to let out all of that pent up tension and anxiety that burdened him for three years straight. And now, this hug. A hug that felt so familiar, like those his sister would give him, like those he gave to Hazel. It was reassuring, warm, shielding. Once again Nico wished they could stay in this embrace forever. But eventually:

"You're not my type anyway" rasped Nico.

They looked at each other and they started laughing so loudly, they were basically yelling. Some nymphs even peeked in their direction, trying to make sure no animal was being slaughtered.

Then Percy made a motion like he recived a spear through his heart and fell dramatically backwards. "That's a low blow, Di Angelo". They giggled some more and then Percy asked "So who's your type?" and as if on cue a familiar voice started echoing from the distance:

"C'mon Di angelo! The three days in the infirmary started five hours ago! Chop chop!"

Nico and Percy exchanged a knowing look:

"I'm definitely not your type"

[noblest-roman-of-them-all]

Creative Block

Thomas learns the hard way just how literally idioms and turns of phase can be taken, and unfortunately, it's at Roman's expense.

Thomas pulled his lips thoughtfully to one side and started at the blinking cursor on the laptop screen.  

It was mocking him, he was sure of it.  

He scrolled up and read a bit of what was already typed out across the screen and scowled when it all came to an abrupt end. He shook his head, unable to seem to connect back to the story idea he'd had the night before. 

It was frustrating to say the least. 

Roman had been so excited about too- The frustrated scowl shifted into a frown. He'd seen hide nor hair of his Creative Side all day.  

It wasn't necessarily uncommon to not interact with each of the Sides directly in a day, but it wasn't exactly normal either. Roman might not manifest fully for every creative project, but he always seemed to weigh in on things internally, and thinking about it, he hadn't noticed any input from Roman at all that day.  

He tilted his head back and to one side as if glancing at the ceiling. "Hey, Roman?" he asked both aloud and sending the question into the Mind Palace.  

He was met with silence.  

Again, it wasnt necessarily uncommon, but it wasn't exactly normal either.  

Thomas set aside the laptop and closed his eyes as he leaned into the couch and let out a slow breath, easing himself into the Mind Palace. He intentionally rose up just outside the grand door to the Prince's room and knocked. 

"Roman?" he called as he knocked. He waited a beat before decided to open the door and stuck his head inside. "Hey, Princey-" He stopped. An instict that something was wrong began to form a knot in his gut. He entered the room, closing the door behind him, and moved to stand in the center of the room, turning in a slow circle as if looking around for where Roman might hide.  

His eyes landed a large, ornately carved wardrobe.  

He didn't have any better ideas so he decided to cross the room and open it. 

Roman came spilling out in an unconscious heap, catching Thomas wildly off guard and knocking them both to the floor. 

Thomas yelped in surprise then hit the floor with a grunt, and barely managed to keep Roman from falling face first into the floor. He swore under his breath and scrambled to get Roman flat on his back.  

"Logan!" he shouted at the door with enough force to make Embodiment of Logic rise up with start through the center the floor.  

"Ow! Thomas, what-" he froze when he saw Roman motionless on the floor. He turned and rushed toward a door opposite of where the wardrobe stood and pushed it inward. "Get in here, now!" he ordered before rushing back to where Thomas knelt next to the motionless Prince.  

"Let me see," Remus ordered as he rushed forward. Thomas jumped at the unexpected voice and skittered backward leaving Remus to kneel down in his place.  

He watched in confusion as Remus gently took Roman's face in both his hands and checked Roman's eyes.  

"That's not really a good tell for concussions," Logan commented.  

"That's why it works for us," Remus answered curtly. "Most people don't know that, it's more of a trope than anything. How did you find him?"  

"I just opened the wardrobe and he fell out," Thomas replied. "Is he okay?"  

Remus's face was stern as he took each of Roman's hands in turn and carefully examined them. "What were you doing before that?"  

"I was writing. Or trying to. Roman had a new idea last night and we got a few paragraphs in before I fell asleep. I was going to see if we could make some more progress on it this morning. But it was like..." Thomas shook his head. 

"Like thinking at a brick wall?" 

"I mean, yeah, kind of. I couldn't think of anything. I thought maybe talking to Roman directly might help, but he didn't answer so I decided to go look for him. That's when I found him in the wardrobe." 

Remus nodded and shooed Logan back then stepped over his twin. He started to scoop Roman off the floor and pointed at the bed. "Go pull the blanket back."  

"Remus," Thomas cut in, catching the Duke by the shoulder. "Is he going to be okay?"  

"Let me get him to bed, then I'll explain."  

Thomas nodded and let him go. He watched once more in confusion as Remus gently transfered Roman from the floor to the bed, even taking care to remove his boots, sash, and tunic.  

"Thomas."  

He glanced up at his name and found Logan standing over him and offering a hand. He grabbed Logan's hand and let him pull him to his feet.  

"Can you use the potion?" Logan asked once Remus seemed satisfied that Roman was well taken care of.  

Thomas frowned. "Potion? What potion?"  

"Roman recreated the potion from the Chronicals of Narnia," Logan explained. "He uses it to heal injuries sustained in the Imagination." 

"Wh- How often are you guys getting hurt?" Thomas demanded.  

Remus glanced away then shook his head. "Not important. But it won't work for this."  

"Why not?" Logan asked curiously.  

Remus sighed and held his hand toward the floor, a morning star seemed drop from behind him. He walked straight toward the wardrobe and Thomas, a look of determination hard on his face.  

Thomas all but jumped put his path and the Duke yanked the door open. Then he went still. His chest heaved slightly as he stood before the rack of warm looking fur coats. He pushed the door toward Thomas.  

"Don't let that close behind me."  

Thomas stepped forward and took the door with one hand.  

Remus gave an unamused look and caught Thomas's other wrist and moved his hand to the door, then pointed at him sternly, before stepping inside.  

He paused just inside, near enough that the heels of his boots nearly hung over the edge. "If you shut the door behind me, I'm gonna give you nightmares for a week on purpose."   

Thomas rolled his eyes and stepped in front of the door. "Better?"  

Remus swallowed. "Not really." He pushed forward, morning star held in a tight grip before him. He disappeared quickly into the shadows of the wardrobe, swallowed up by the thick garments that hung there and the faint smell of mothballs. His footsteps seemed to fade and Thomas thought about the Pevensie pushing and shoving one another till they fell through the back of the wardrobe into the snowy wood.  

The curiosity was almost enough to make him follow behind Remus. But tension in Remus's body and the threat of nightmares was enough to hold him off.  

A thud cut off his thoughts.  

After moment there was another. Then another. And after a moment Remus emerged. He nodded as he took the door from Thomas and carefully closed it behind himself.  

"The potion won't work because Roman never made it into the Imagination," he said flatly.  

Logan's face fell. "How long was he in there?"  

Remus shrugged and glanced at Thomas. "What time did you fall asleep?"  

Thomas's eyes went wide."He hasn't been in there the whole time has he? It's noon! That was almost twelve hours ago!" 

"He'll be okay. He just needs to sleep. It happens sometimes. The brain can take 'creative block' a little too literally. Usually it just means we can't access the Imagination, sometimes we get stuck in the Imagination. And every once in a while..." he shrugged. "Usually we can tell when things are getting hard and we'll check the wardrobes together. But sometimes he gets over excited. Runs in without checking first. Gets himself stuck."  

Thomas sank onto the foot of the bed with and let out a heavy breath. "Is there anything I can do to help him?"  

Remus shrugged. "The wardrobe is weird. It's still more Imagination than Mind Palace, not enough that the potion works, but enough that tropes do. He'll sleep for a day or two and then be fine."  

"Have you ever been stuck before?"  

A dark look passed over Remus's face and he nodded. "For Roman, it's the 'hero over exerts then passes out and sleep for a few days' type trope. He'll still be a little tired when he wakes up, but it won't take him long to bounce back."  

"Is that why he looks like he was in a fight?" Logan asked.  

Remus shook his head. 

Something tingled in the back of Thomas's head. Like a pin point at the just above the base of his skull that crackled with the same sensation as his leg falling asleep.  

"He was trying to get out. Wasn't he?"  

Remus didn't answer.  

"What trope does it play on you?"  

"I think you left the toaster on. The kitchen's probably on fire. I think I can even hear the smoke alarm. You better go check that." 

Half hearted as it was, the thought was enough to send Thomas leaping off the couch, convinced he could smell smoke, or at the least had heard the fire alarm going off.  

Before he could even fullly process what he was doing, Thomas found himself racing into the kitchen.  

He swore under his breath as he remembered he hadn't even used the toaster that day. He stood leaned on the counter by one hand and the other on his hip. "Remus, I wanna help," he called out loud, glancing at the ceiling. He was met with silence.  

Once Thomas was gone Remus strode quickly back toward his own room.  

"Remus-" Logan tried to reach out to him, but he dodged the touch and dropped immediately through the floor instead, leaving Logan alone with the sleeping Prince.  

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Thomas sat in the plush writing chair, his elbows rested on his knees. He glanced up and for a moment watched the steady fall of Roman's chest. He had to admit this was very much how he'd imagined it would be to be on this side of the comatose friend trope.  

He snorted.  

How he imagined it would be.  

He let out a faint sigh. At least the bruising on Roman's face and hands was getting better already. Thomas started when the door swung open. Remus stared with wide eyes, apparently equally caught off guard, and immediately turned to leave again. 

"Remus, wait!" Thomas called and came to his feet, reaching out for him. The Duke went still and kept his gaze averted. "Do you want to come sit with me?" Thomas offered awkwardly after a moment's pause. 

Remus shook his head. "I was just coming to check on him. He's fine if you're here."  

"Will you come sit with me?"  

Remus let out a defeated sigh and nodded. He snatched his own desk chair and dragged it into the room. He set it nearer the door and dropped into it gracelessly.  

Thomas sat much more calmly and glanced at Remus from the corner of his eye, then looked back to Roman, and finally to the floor. "Remus, are you okay?" he asked. 

The Duke didn't answer.  

"Remus-"  

"I'm fine."  

Thomas nodded and for a long moment they sat in tense silence.  

"I, um, I tried reading some of my bookmarked fics," Thomas broke the silence. "I remembered this quote about how being creative is like breathing. Creating things is breathing out, and consuming stories is breathing in. We have to take in stories in order to be able to create them. I thought it might help-" he glanced briefly at Roman, who lay still as ever on his bed, and worked his jaw "-I don't know if it did. It didn't really inspire me to create anything else. I don't know how this works though. I don't know if I have to create something to help wake him up or if I have to wait for him to wake up first. I was...honestly kinda thinking it might be like a Sleeping Beauty thing. Inspiration to create being like true love's kiss or something. I dunno." He sat back and ran a hand over his legs. "Maybe it was stupid of me."  

"Reading can help us," Remus replied quietly. "But. Sometimes Creativity needs to rest. Sometimes...we're forced to rest."  

"Is it always like this?"  

Remus shook his head. "Sometimes it's just in the room, sometimes it's in the Imagination. It's only the wardrobe when it's bad."  

"Why didn't I notice before?"  

Remus shrugged. "Janus is really at his job." 

Thomas arched a brow. "He's literally been caught every times he's shown up for a conversation." 

"Didn't catch him the last time," Remus reminded pointedly. "And it took how long to catch him the first time?"  

"That's true," Thomas admitted. 

"He probably would've gotten away with it if he hadn't changed his voice."  

"Virgil was suspicious the whole time," Thomas pointed out. "And Logan seemed to know what was going on. At least at the end." 

"Uh-huh. And what got them saying anything about it?" 

"Janus changing his voice," Thomas conceded with a nod. "I guess that makes sense with having to give everyone else permission to tell me." His brow furrowed suddenly. "Does that- Remus, does that mean Janus wanted to get caught?" 

Remus shrugged. "Doesn't make much sense for him to want to continue impersonating someone he plans on calling to the witness stand, does it?"  

Thomas nodded slowly, trying to process. "No, I guess it doesn't," he muttered. His head snapped up when Roman cried out suddenly in his sleep. 

He jumped to the Roman's side and caught his hand as he writhed, chest heaving, beneath the heavy blankets.  

"Easy, Roman," he tried to sooth. "It's alright, Princey, I gotcha, buddy. Remus-" Thomas turned to find the Duke gone and let out a frustrated breath. That would figure. He turned his attention back to Roman; the Prince now crying and muttering in his sleep.  

Thomas sat dutifully at his side, gently stroking his temple, at a complete loss for what to say or do. He found himself whispering reassurances of safety and security over and over again. Promising Roman he wasn't alone, that he would take care of him no matter what, that he was safe, that he was loved. Seconds seemed to drag on for minutes and by the time Roman calmed and turned on his side, Thomas was almost convinced it'd at least been an hour. 

"Has he calmed down?" 

Thomas jumped at Remus's sudden voice. 

"Where'd you go?" he questioned.  

Remus shrugged. "Sometimes they go by faster if I leave." He walked to Roman's beside and tucked a dark green dragon in his arms, which the Prince took and hugged to his chest. "It's good he's dreaming though, it means he's coming out of it. Probably by tomorrow at the latest." 

"Are you okay?" Thomas asked, noting the flat expression on Remus's face. 

The Duke only nodded. 

Thomas stood and wrapped his arms over Remus’s shoulders causing the Duke to freeze. 

"Uhh. What are you doing?"  

"I'm giving you a hug. I get it, you have a reputation to up hold, I won't tell anyone." 

Remus sighed and let himself relax somewhat into the hug. "Thanks." 

Thomas smirked faintly. "I mean, you are a part of me, so I know you can't actually be all bad," he teased. 

"You'll regret that," Remus shot back with no real heat. 

"I know, that's okay." Thomas squeezed him tighter for a moment.  

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Roman groaned as consciousness seeped slowly into his aching head. Now that he thought about it, there was very little of his body that did not ache. He groaned petulantly at the realization.  

"Hey, Princey," a voice softly assured him. He leaned into the hand that cuped his cheek and lightly stroked his temple. It was a comforting feeling and he didn't want to open his eyes and risk it being pulled away. The speaker picked up his hand and lightly kissed his knuckles then pressed it to their chest, he could feel the beat of their heart against his hand. "Roman, can you open your eyes for me, buddy?"  

He sighed and managed to get his eyes to flutter open. "Thomas?" He frowned in confusion. "What are you doing in here?" he asked as he tried to sit up. 

Thomas moved his hand to Roman's chest and gently pushed him back down. "I've been helping Remus keep an eye on you after you got stuck in the wardrobe." 

Roman's eyes went wide, the memory flooding back in a sudden rush. The click of the door behind him, the hard word under his hand when there should have been open air, the way his voice seemed to fall immediately to the ground when he screamed, begging to be let out, stifled by the fur coats that surrounded him. The complete and utter lack of light.  

"It's okay." Thomas's voice brought him back to the present. "It's okay, you're safe now, Roman." 

"How long-" Roman cleared his throat, trying to make himself sound calmer than he felt. "How long was I in there?" 

"About 12 hours, we think. You slept for about two days afterward." 

"How did I get out?" 

"I came to check on you when I noticed I couldn't get a hold of you to help me with the story idea we'd thought up the night before. I was just...kinda drawn to the wardrobe and when I opened it, you fell out. I barely managed to keep you from hitting your head on the floor."  

"Thank for rescuing me, I supose," Roman chuckled nervously.  

Thomas smiled kindly and kissed his knuckles. "You're welcome, Princey. How are you feeling?"  

Roman swallowed. "Tired." 

"Remus said you probably would be," Thomas nodded. 

"Thomas-"  

"It's okay, Roman. I know I still have a lot to learn but...I know Remus is a part of us. He's a part of you. And it wouldn't be very fair of me to hold you interacting with him against you. He's still your brother after all." 

Roman out a heavy sigh and nodded. "Thank you." 

Thomas smiled and ran his hand through Roman's hair. "Believe me, if anyone's going to understand how complicated brothers can be, it's gonna be me!" he teased.  

Roman gave a small laugh. "I suppose so."  

"You want me to get him for you?" 

"I-in a minute. I...wanna enjoy this first."  

"How 'bout this." Thomas laid beside Roman, tucking an arm under his neck.  

Roman smiled as he turned onto his side to nuzzle against his Whole. "Thanks," he said softly. 

Thomas smiled and kissed his forehead. "You're welcome, Princey."  

[lostatsea-blog]

Before the Morning Sun - Part 2

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

A series of early morning moments between Lucy and Ona - This one is Ona's POV before the Champions League Final

Ona’s POV

The warmth of the sun drifting through the gap in the curtains roused me from my sleep. I could feel the strong, protective body behind me and it brought me a deep sense of comfort and peace. This had become our normal now; sharing a bed and waking up in her arms – it was very rare we spent a night apart.

I could tell that Lucy was awake. I could tell in the pattern of her breathing and the tension within her body. I was not yet read to face the reality this day would bring, so I made a sleepy mumble and moved closer to her. Her arm, which had been holding me loosely around the waist pulled me closer to her warm body. Such a simple move, a simple sign of love and even now, over a year later butterflies erupted in my belly. This last year with Lucy, in Barcelona, had been more than I had ever dared dream. While people often saw the goofy public Lucy, they did not see the loving side or the protective side that I got every day. Little things like stopping to get my favourite breakfast, making sure I had eaten before training or a game, walking Coco when I was struggling or ill and being my biggest cheerleader in every game we played. I wanted desperately to hold on to all of that but deep in my heart I knew that it was about to come to an end. Today was Champions League final day; today was also likely to be Lucy’s last game in a Barcelona shirt – the last game we played together.

Lucy had played for many clubs in her career. Never staying beyond her contract; always looking for the next adventure or the next challenge. Lucy is not motivated by trophies like people think (she doesn’t even display any of her medals or trophies) she is motivated by winning. When she told me that she was going to see if she could renew her contract with Barca, I had been stunned. I knew I was a large motivating factor in that and it had made me worry that she wasn’t doing what was best for her.

When Lucy told me that Barca had insisted she take a pay cut to re-sign I had been furious. While Lucy might be in her 30’s she is still one of the best players in the women’s game and Barca, the club I have loved my whole life, were treating her like a has-been. I felt like they were using her feelings for me to manipulate and take advantage. Lucy’s dream has always been to win the World Cup. She wants to be playing in the next world cup and to do that she needs to be playing at the highest level. Lucy had been considering taking the offer; she said that money was not her sole motivation in her decision and I knew she was talking about me. When they then told her they could not guarantee she would have a significant role in the team, I knew I needed to give her the push to make the best decision for herself. I could see the turmoil on her face. Even though her moving would break my heart, I reminder her to not lose sight of her worth and not to settle for anything less than she deserved. I want to be there to see Lucy win the World Cup, even if that means Spain lose.

Today we face Lyon in the Champion’s League final. I have dreamed of sharing this with her; of winning my first Champions League with her but I know it will be bitter-sweet. At some point today she will tell me she is leaving Barcelona and these peaceful, early mornings will be few and far between. While the distance will be hard, I love her too much to allow her to make the sacrifice that staying here would mean.

Knowing this might be the last time we play together, I must make the most of it. As she sees my eyes begin to open, she blesses me with the most gorgeous smile and I can not help but return one of my own. This woman has brought so much joy into my life and I will hold on to that no matter the distance between us.   

[whats-her-quirk]

Secret Oath Chapter 7

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marco bott x fem!reader

18+ mdni

word count: 3.1k

chapter warnings: explicit smut, dry humping, oral, praise, a touch of corruption, first times, they're in love your honor

a/n: it's chapter 7 but its been just over 2 years since I started this fic so I think that qualifies as slow burn

♪ good old fashioned lover boy by queen ♪ you and I by lady gaga

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When you drag yourself out of bed for wake-up duty the next morning, Marco is waiting on the deck with coffee in his red thermos. He holds it out to you.

“Two sugars. I only have one travel mug, but I figured we could share. If you want.”

You’re in no position to turn down caffeine, but it’s more than that. You hadn’t asked him to do rounds with you, but here he is: eyes bright like he’s been awake for a while, holding a mug of coffee sweetened the way you like when he usually takes his black. This man might be in love with you.

Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. Considering he might be inside you later, you decide you might as well get used to kissing spontaneously. He rests a hand on your waist, tongue brushing yours in a way that crosses from sweet to steamy.

After a long, heady look into his sable eyes, you gratefully reach for the thermos and take a long sip. “Thank you. I owe you my life.”

“How about just one more kiss instead?”

You couldn’t possibly resist.

-

Almost as soon as you arrive at arts and crafts with your group and Ymir’s, Moblit puts you to work. He can’t know that you told Marco your secret; it must be cosmic punishment. While Mobs shows the campers how to make leaf rubbings, you get down to business peeling the paper off of at least a hundred crayons. Ymir grumbles beside you, her fingernails too short to get under the labels. Now’s your chance, and you need to take it.

“Hey, wingwoman.”

Ymir scoffs. “Are you addressing me?”

“Yes.”

“Well, well, well…”

“You should be glad that I’m asking you for a favor.”

“Historia owes me so much money.”

“What?”

“I knew you’d come crawling to me. She didn’t believe me. But I have a sixth sense.” Ymir taps her head.

“Ok, seriously. I need the cabin to myself during free time today. Can you make sure everybody has somewhere else to be?”

Ymir considers this, her bottom lip jutting out in thought. “Well, Hisu goes where I go. If Hitch and Mikasa aren’t already occupied with a Jaeger each, I can probably convince them to go for a hike. Or better, a drive. With the AC on full blast.”

You throw your arms around Ymir and squeeze. “You rock.”

She pushes you off. “You’re just now realizing that? Some friend you are.” She picks at another crayon. “Do you need me to come up with an alibi or should I just tell everyone you’re having clumsy sex with the resident virgin?”

“He could be a sex god. You don’t know.”

“Fat chance.”

“I guess I’ll have to let you know. In excruciating detail.”

“Fuck no you won’t.”

–

Marco meets you on the steps outside your cabin, hands deep in the pocket of his red hoodie. True to her word, Ymir made Historia invite Mikasa and Eren to drive to town with them to buy soda at the convenience store. Hitch said she already had plans and not to wait up.

“What about the rest of the guys?” you ask.

Marco rubs the back of his neck. “All at the pool. Apparently they put up a net and I’m missing a grand volleyball tournament with the Galliards. I told them I had something else to do.”

You give him a sly smile. “Shame.”

Grateful for the privacy, you nudge Marco on the shoulder and lead him inside. After flipping the latch on the door and turning on a small lamp in the corner, you sit down on your bunk and pat the space next to you. “Take off your shoes and stay a while.”

Marco chuckles, cheeks reddening, but does as you say. He lays his hand on top of yours. “I’ll be honest. I’m kind of freaking out right now.”

“If you’re not ready, you’re allowed to change your mind.”

“I’m less worried about stopping than I am about getting started.” He leans in, his forehead touching yours. Quieter, he asks, “Can you take the lead?”

“Mmhmm.” You slide both hands up his neck, thumbs coming to rest at the corners of his jaw. “Kiss me a little first and see if you feel better.”

You don’t need to ask twice. Marco rolls on top of you like he’s been waiting for the chance, hands on your waist as he presses you into the bed. His mouth finds yours hungrily, his breath toothpaste-fresh. He prepped for this.

His tongue dips into your mouth, kissing you deeper. You rake your fingers through his hair, behind his ears, down his back. He’s folded over the edge of the bed, toes on the floor. Slowly, you drag one foot up the length of his leg, arching into the next kiss.

Marco gathers you in his arms as your body rolls.

Your hips seek his own. Now that you’ve had a little taste, all you can think about is getting closer to him. You can’t help yourself: you want to feel his skin, his breath, his body heat. You want it to smother you.

But as badly as you want him, you know you need to take this one step at a time. Today is about enjoying it: his first time, and your first time with him.

As gently as you can, you tug the hem of his hoodie up toward his chest with your fingertips. His t-shirt rides with it, a swath of his tanned-bronze skin meeting your stomach. You nudge inside his shirt, hands meeting his warm back, teasing him for more access bit by bit.

Marco finds your hip and slides a hand up under your top. He’s timid at first, but when you sigh and bend to his touch, he ventures on, hesitating only when he brushes the edge of your bra. With a slight tremble, he cups your breast in his palm.

He inhales sharply, then with a little, almost imperceptible hum, he melts. You feel him start to let go of it all: the fear, the hesitation, the self-consciousness. With another deep breath, he gives an experimental squeeze.

You break the kiss long enough to pull your shirt off over your head. You feel a flash of shyness and cover your bare stomach with your arms as Marco looks down at you with reverence. His pupils dilate, making his irises look almost black as he unfolds, standing to remove his hoodie and shirt in one motion. You expect him to drop them on the floor but giggle when he drapes them carefully over the rail on Historia’s nearby bunk.

“Sorry.” He blushes.

“Don’t be.” You pull your legs up on the bed and stretch out. “Come here.”

Marco drops into your open arms, lips finding yours before he crawls onto his hands and knees on top of you.

“You’re beautiful,” he mumbles through a messy kiss.

You cup his jaw, bringing him closer. “So are you,” you try to say, but he swallows your words.

Your eyes flutter closed and your hands wander, stroking down the planes of his strong neck, his broad shoulders, his sun-speckled chest. There’s so much of him to explore, so much of his body yet untouched. You can’t get enough.

The ambient creaking of the cabin and the rustling of wind outside are punctuated by the slick sounds of kisses as you pore over each other. Marco’s mouth drops to the bend of your neck, drawing heat to the spot. He tangles his legs with yours and rolls you both onto your sides. Arching, you slide your hands around the small of his back and push your hips forward. Dizzy stars burst behind your eyelids as his erection twitches against your lower stomach through his running shorts.

With a little moan, you wrap a thigh around his waist for leverage and grind. Marco jerks his hips forward, head thrown back against your pillow with a hushed, “Fuck.” You drink it in, savoring the sound like the last sip of wine at the bottom of the bottle.

Your leg holds Marco against you, right where he should be, as you set a rhythm, rolling your hips up and down his body. Every few strokes, your clit catches against his clothed cock with delicious friction. When you moan, he moans.

Marco’s breath lands heavily against your face as he tilts his chin down, forehead against your own, to focus on the motion. He watches as you dry-hump against his bulge. Even without being skin to skin, it’s filthy. His hands grip your ass and everything begins to speed up.

Yes. Yes. This is finally happening.

Marco grips your hips and rolls over, balancing his weight above you on his elbows. His breaths come heavy, his body crashing over yours again and again like waves. Plunging your hand between you, you reach for his cock. He moans and humps into your hand like he can’t stop. God, it’s so big, straining against his shorts, and sensitive, throbbing in your grip.

You pant, quick and shallow, thinking about having him inside you, how full you’re going to be. It’s hard to stay calm when the anticipation burns so brightly.

When you let go of his shaft, Marco whines at the loss. You lock eyes as you brush his waistband with just your fingertips. “Ok?” you ask.

He nods desperately. “Please.”

Together, you push the elastic down until he kicks his shorts off behind him along with his underwear. Needy but defenseless, he babbles, “I’m sorry if it’s too much, if you don’t want to—”

You wrap your hand around him, lightheaded at the girth. “Marco, you’re perfect.”

He groans in his throat and rocks into your hand, a man possessed.

With a hand to his side, you guide Marco onto his back. Puffing, he rests while you take off the rest of your clothes. His arm falls across his eyes. “Oh my god.”

He pulls it away to watch as you kneel between his legs and press a kiss to the head of his cock. His muscles tense at your first few kitten licks before you wrap your lips around him. With your fist around his base, you run your tongue back and forth over his frenulum. When you come up for air, you give a few more wet strokes over his tip before Marco reaches for you.

“Please, it feels so good, but I’m gonna cum instantly if you keep doing that.” His laugh comes out more like a breath, but his smile is in his eyes.

Smirking, you crawl up to his middle. Your legs have to spread so wide just to straddle him, but fuck if your hips hurt later. The pain will be sweet. He’s worth it. He’s worth anything.

Marco paws at your arms, pulling you closer. “You don’t have to kiss me after I blow you,” you offer. “I know it bothers some people.”

Marco shakes his head and drags you to him with his hands to the back of your neck. “I don’t care, I want to,” he pants. “I need to kiss you right now.”

Messy kisses string between you, deep, hungry caresses against your tongue. “How do I—” he mumbles into your mouth, “How do I get you ready?”

“You can touch me,” you sigh.

“God,” he moans, reaching between your thighs. “Show me?”

Head hanging over your bent neck, you guide him by the wrist until two of his fingers press over your clit. You show him where to rub the little circles you like, wetting his fingers with your dew. Bracing two hands on either side of his head, you leave him to it, closing your eyes to focus on the repeated motion while you breathe into each other’s mouths.

You hold yourself together until your legs start to tremble. A rush of heat spreads from your face down your neck, flowing between your legs with an irresistible tingle. The words come out clipped and sharp. “You can put a finger in. Please.”

Marco fumbles a little at first but spreads you like a pro once he gets his bearings. One finger dips inside, and it’s both a relief and a lightning strike to your core. “Yes,” you can’t help but hiss.

It’s not like he knows nothing—Marco presses and curls his knuckle, and it makes you whine with pleasure. “Two, please.”

He adds another finger, and the heel of his hand brushes your clit with every flex. Heat builds until it skyrockets, your legs and hips jerking above him as you find a little peak. As the pulses dull around his fingers, your muscles release and your head swims with pleasure. You had no idea how badly you needed that.

You open your eyes to Marco staring in awe. “Did I really make you cum?”

You tap his arm so he knows to pull his fingers out. “Yeah. It was really good.” On wobbly thighs, you climb out of his lap and rest on your knees beside him. “Please tell me you remembered the condoms.”

Marco twists to his side. “Yeah, in my hoodie pocket.”

“I got it.” Slippery between your legs, you retrieve the condom and reach for the bottle of lube you know Historia keeps under her bunk while you’re there.

“Is that—”

“Yeah. It’s been a little while, and I might need it. Trust me, you’ll like it. Want me to put the condom on?” Your hands shake, eagerness making your movements sharp and clumsy. If he’s ready, you don’t want to wait another second.

“Sure.” Marco pushes up onto his elbows while you tear open the gold foil. He did the right thing buying the bigger size. “How do you want to… what’s going to be most comfortable for you?” He sighs as you roll the condom down his length, holding it in place at the tip. Your mouth practically waters as you squeeze out a few drops of lube and spread it on.

“If it’s ok with you, I think it’ll be easiest if I’m on top. At least for the first time, it’ll be better if I can control the angle and the speed.”

Marco lies back, exhaling heavily. You straddle him again, and his hands slide up your thighs. You can tell he’s steadying himself. Swallowing thickly, he asks, “You sure you’ll be ok? Is it going to fit?”

Your chest clenches. At a time like this, he’s thinking about you. Above all the emotions swirling inside you—excitement, lust, nervousness, all of it—you feel safe and important. You couldn’t be more grateful to be with someone like Marco. You hope this thing between the two of you can turn into something that lasts.

You kiss him deep and slow, rekindling the fire between you and topping it off with a sweet peck to his forehead. “Yes. I want you.”

His hands slide to your waist. “I want you too.”

With one more kiss, you reach below you, positioning him at your entrance, and sink down. As the first few inches slip in, your eyes widen and Marco’s hands clamp down tight. “Fuck,” you both curse at almost the same time.

He’s so thick. It’s all you can think about as you work him inside you, pulling out before pushing further down with each rock of your body. He’s filling you up. He’s splitting you open. It’s incredible.

You moan as your cunt sucks him in, and before you really know it, you’re as fully seated as you can be. There might be an inch or so that you just can’t fit, not today. It doesn’t matter—he feels fucking perfect for you.

Clenching involuntarily, you hold yourself in place as you acclimate to the stretch. Your hips prickle with heat, and you can only hope you’ll feel this tomorrow and be reminded of how it felt to be this full—to remember the absolute pleasure of being the first one to ever be filled by him.

Marco’s jaw drops as he rubs your hips, the tops of your thighs, anywhere he can reach. “You doing ok?” you pant.

Marco groans and nods. Words come huskily. “Am I hurting you?”

“No, feels good.”

His lashes flutter. “Can you move?”

“Mmhmm.” Pacing yourself, you grind up and down, tucking your hips to guide him to your sweet spot with each thrust. Overcome with the need to be as close as possible, you fold, pressing yourself closer to his chest.

With his hot hands guiding you, Marco huffs in your ear, and you ride. Finding your rhythm and steadily increasing it, he arches to meet you as he rolls your hips down. Intensity crescendos, passion breaking over you in waves and weeks of longing pouring over your bodies until it reaches its climax. You move as one until you hit critical mass and Marco takes the lead.

Moaning low and shallow, Marco slams into you over and over, driving you to the edge with a sharp cry, and you snap. It hits you in surges, your prolonged pulses dragging pathetic moans from your throat until you finally clamp down and force Marco to the other side with you. He whines until he chokes on it, his cock throbbing until he’s spent.

As much as you just want to collapse on top of him, your hips are screaming, so you carefully pull him out before curling into his side. You lie together, Marco’s arms around you, pulling you close in the crinkly twin bed. Between breaths, he kisses your lips, your cheeks, your neck before tucking your head under his chin, holding you in the still and quiet after the storm.

You trace constellations in the freckles on his chest. “So. How was it?”

“Worth it,” he whispers into your hair, pressing a kiss to your crown.

–

That night, around the campfire late in the evening, no one mentions it when you show up wearing Marco’s big red hoodie. Nobody asks where you were during free time or questions why you couldn’t keep your eyes off each other during the free-throw competition after dinner. The most you get is a wink and finger gun from Ymir, but she keeps her big mouth shut, and you love her for it. Everyone probably knows, or at least suspects, and maybe they’ll tease you for it later, but for tonight, they grant you peace.

After making you each a s’more, Marco wraps the both of you in his blanket. Despite your sticky smiles, you lean your head on his shoulder, one hand to his chest to feel his heartbeat under it.

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[seldomscilence16]

Whumptober day 28:

"We might not make it to the morning, so go on and tell me now."

Bloody knife | sacrifice | "You'll have to go through me."

Fandom: Voltron (El dorado Au)

Prompts used: All

Alright so, I have so much I want to do with this au, so this is short and does end on a vague cliff hanger (heheh). If you've watched the movie you can assume the end, however when I get around to writing this fully, it may be different to how you'd expect. This was intended however, to end up as a Klank story (is that right?), and while it's not present in this it will be in the full one.

TW for blood

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El Dorado. The city of gold, gifted to mortals by the Gods over a thousand years ago. It was a legend to many, a myth to many more, a hope to some.

Keith and Hunk had differing views, before this whole journey began. Hunk had wanted something solid and tangible- Spain, or any of the civilizations they knew and had seen before their eyes. Keith had adventure in his eyes, a yearning to go and find and discover and MOVE. The map had given them something, a trail to blaze rather than an ocean of peril.

Their semi-stolen, rescuer to rescued, horse hadn't been completely swayed, but was loyal enough to stay with them- which Hunk took as a win. Especially when they found the natives- well they found them- were led to El Dorado, and decided to pretend to be Gods. And honestly, everything had been surprisingly fine!

Until Keith got fed up with Haggar's bs- which yeah fair, but come on!- and now they were… well here.

Confined to their temple- to bask or rest or pray, Hunk couldn't even recall- because tomorrow they had to prove their Godness again. The anniversary of El Dorado's creation and the day before they were set to leave, a big event with the Gods themselves present.

"You just had to upset Haggar!" Hunk is pacing, heart pounding and breaths short and mind racing.

"I didn't know she'd do… this!" He gestures vaguely to encompass their situation.

"Oh gee, the chick that speaks for the Gods that's been on our butts since we got here gets pissed off and talks about a big deal event to get said butts caught!? Wow so surprising!"

"Hunk, I'm sorry, okay! We can figure this out, so stop panicking!"

"Oh yeah let me just turn it off! We might not make it to the morning, so go on and tell me now, what brilliant plan do you have to get us out of here!?" Hunks worked himself up to full on panic.

"If you panic I'm gonna panic! I need your brain! Or else I'm gonna end up jumping off the stairs and hoping I fly!"

"Geez. The horse was right, you two are a mess."

"Lance!" The two turn to find their native guide standing just inside their back entrance, Shiro- their horse- behind him.

"How have you two made it this far?" He mumbles, looking over his shoulder to ensure he wasn't followed.

"This isn't a normal con!" Keith hisses, nerves still high strung, "If they find out we're lying, we're dead!"

"Only because Haggar has her claws in everything. The Chief doesn't like her or her ways, so all you have to do tomorrow is get him on your side and the people will follow."

"You make it sound so easy!" Hunk whines, though both men have calmed down.

Lance is quiet, and the two finally take notice of his own nervous energy.

"Lance? Is there something else we should know?" Keith ventures carefully, the two step closer, each reaching for a hand.

He allows the motion, squeezing gently as he offers up a smile, it falls short to the sunny ones he'd shared the past few days.

"Tomorrow, just… focus on getting out of it alive. You just have to make it through tomorrow then you can take your boat of gold and leave."

"And then WE can take OUR boat of gold and leave." Hunk corrects quickly, nerves growing again.

"Yeah, we have a plan." Keith agrees, intense stare directed at his tan face.

Lance doesn't meet their eyes, instead smiling wide enough for them to squeeze closed, giving their hands one more strong grip.

"Right. I have to go, tomorrow will be fine." Lance pulls away, turning quickly towards where he came.

"We'll all make it out of here Lance." Keith says it firmly, no room for doubt.

"We're in this together." Hunk concurs.

"Get some sleep you two, you'll need your strength tomorrow."

.

.

.

"My Lieges, once again, my apologies for yesterdays… difference of opinions." Haggar offers a smile, long fingers steepled before her, hood hiding her eyes from view. The smile is not comforting, its disconcerting and down right creepy.

"Right well, bigones." Keith waves the lackluster apology away, neutral face hiding how fast his heart is beating.

Hunk and Keith had barely slept, pressed side by side on the plush bed nest, dreading the day to come, trying to think of some feat they could fake. Shiro had been just as nervous, the armadillo that'd been following them around since they arrived curled up on his back as the two almost seemed to converse. To top it all off, they hadn't seen Lance since he left last night. They'd need another miracle to pull all this off.

"I have a gift, one that will hopefully please the Gods this time."

Keith looks ready to protest, to angrily tell her off once again about needless sacrifices, only for the very Earth to shake as a huge stone beast descends from Haggar's temple. The people scream, Hunk frozen beside Keith as they stare upon the crazy woman dwarfed by the glowing eyed creature behind her.

"I have had my eyes opened, the Gods command they do not want Sacrifices, it is because those will not do! The new age is upon us, and a mass cleanse is needed to please the Gods!"

"Quiznak." Keith mutters darkly.

"Unless of course, they wish to speak for themselves?" Her voice is a tad mocking, and the two realize she knows, their jig is up, and these people may very well pay for it.

"The Gods do not deal with petty mortals in their own realm, Haggar!" The voice comes from higher ground, they whip around to find Lance atop Shiro on one of the higher ledges of the city. "You will be judged in their realm and dealt punishment that you are past due for. So say the Gods!"

"What is he doing?" Hunk whispers aghastly.

"Xibalba." Keith utters back, "The whirlpool." He turns to Hunk and sees the realization dawn on his face.

They nod at each other, and turn as one towards the giant beast,

"Yes! Our brothers and sisters upon the higher realm shall judge you accordingly! You, the false prophet, shall not haunt these people any longer!" Hunks voice deepens dramatically as he speaks, false bravado the only thing keeping his panic at bay.

"We shall end this here!" Keith agrees, the people have mostly scattered, but those that haven't quickly follow coarse.

The beast roars, Haggar grinning far too brightly, as the chase begins.

They run through the winding paths of El Dorado, destination clear in their mind, trying to keep steady as every pounce behind them shakes the ground. They suppose they should be grateful Haggar hated them so, or else this chase would be meaningless. Now they simply had to hope this plan worked, lest this be the end of it all.

As the ledge finally comes into view, the area desolate, they slide to a stop.

"False Gods. Now everyone will know the truth of your divinity, and it will be you to be judged! I know what you are, and I know what you are not! And you are not Gods!"

Haggar and the beast block their exit, and they realize they may not have thought this through-

"You're not a God? You… lied to me?" Lance comes, seemingly, out of nowhere, eyeing them both with betrayal.

His eyes motion behind him-

"What? No, he lied to both of us!" Hunk jumps in, pointing at Keith.

"I did not! It was your plan!" Keith fires back, poking Hunks chest.

"You're the one who wanted gold first!"

"Well you're the one falling for your own con!"

"Well at least I didn’t drool at first sight!"

"Oh don't even! Low blow! You gooey eyed him too!"

"You guys said you were gonna ascend! I can't believe you lied to my people!"

They've steadily moved, argument turning physical as they get between the beast and Haggar who watches them with sick glee.

"This is all you're-" Hunk and Keith have a fist in each other's shirts, arms pulled back to sock eachother in the jaws, but before they can do a finishing move, the beast roars once more.

Haggar launches herself at them, knife pulled from some hidden fold of her robes, manic smile bright, only for it to fall as knife plunges into someone else.

Lance stands between them now, knife buried just below his belly button, but face set in a glare.

"You'll have to go through me."

The knife is yanked out- blood splattering across its surface and the stones below- an outraged yell combining with the creature's Earth rumbling bellow. As the beast lunges forward, Keith wraps an arm around Lance as he and Hunk jump to the sides, vine in hand. Haggar's scream echoes, as the ledge breaks off with the weight of the once stone statue, and disappears in the whirlpool below.

[lithium223]

[sheppardsmckay]

Whumptober2023

No. 28: “We might not make it to the morning; so go on and tell me now.”

[oxideblack]

[maschals]

Oct 28 - We might not make it to the morning, so go on and tell me now

This isn't very serious but it fit too well for me so here we are. S1 Martin is just an unfulfilled romcom protagonist to me.

[ilkkawhat]

you've heard of anxiety attacks now get ready for guilt attacks

[cyhyr]

Whumptober Day 28. “We might not make it to morning, so go on and tell me now.”

Last dialogue-only drabble of the event!! Do they have a sleepover the night before they go to fight Shigaraki? No idea! They do in this Verse!! This is def inspired by the prompt but by no means does it follow it lol plz roll with me. Tagging for Whumptober: @atereal @oneinist

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“Kacchan—”

“Nope.”

“But we—”

“Go to sleep, Izuku.”

“Would you just—”

“Damnit, Deku, no.”

“Why not?”

“Because I want you to save it for when we’ve won.”

“But what if we don’t?”

“We will.”

“Kacchan.”

“We will. And once you’ve beaten that shriveled bastard, once he’s no longer a threat… Once we can come home and relax and the world puts you on that damn pedestal you deserve. Then you can tell me everything.”

“What if… I don’t make it?”

“Shut up. You’ll make it. Stop it with the what if’s and the buts and go the fuck to sleep.”

[yarn-dragon]

Whumptober Day 28! It was only a matter of time till they got caught