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caught wet handed!- The Love And DeepSpace Men

pairings in order: xavier x fem! reader, zayne x fem! reader, rafayel x fem! reader, sylus x fem! reader, caleb x fem! reader summary: they caught you touching yourself requested by: @xylanhio, @batatahahaha, + 3 others anons ( mssged them priv ! ) tags: will be listed below each name special thank you to my beta readers mwah mwah: @ilovemitsuya, @justwinginglife ₊˚⊹ ᰔ a/n: hihi my luvs! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ i apologize that this took so long to write i hope you all enjoy reading and i added an extra bonus at the end for each one hehe! thank you for your patience and lmk what you think mwah! (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

tags: female masturbation ( humping his pillow ), mentions of p in v, fem! reader getting eaten out

You had a rough day, frustration was just an understatement. Your teammates were uncooperative, your boss insufferable, the food at home was the last thing you wanted, and to top it all off, Xavier wouldn’t be home until later.

Dragging yourself to your shared bedroom, you slip into more comfortable clothes before collapsing into bed with a huff. You roll over to look at the empty spot beside you where he usually sleeps, pulling his pillow closer and hugging it for comfort. You breathe in the scent of your lover, the familiar smell instantly comforting you. You nuzzle your head deeper into his pillow, wishing it were him instead. 

Checking your phone for any updates on when he’ll be back home and if he could grab food on the way. You lower the pillow slightly to have a better view of your phone, pressing the pillow between your thighs and mindlessly rocking your hips. The more you rock your hips, the more it feels good and the more heat travels down to your core.

Your cunt throbs desperately for more friction as you rub yourself against the plush of his pillow, slipping your fingers down to your heat to tease yourself. The arousal pooling in your panties remind you of the night you both went round after round, minutes turning to hours of getting stuffed with his hot, creamy cum. That night leaving you both sticky and wet. You moan breathlessly riding his pillow to match the pace from your memory making the bed shake from how hard you rub against it.

It was no doubt his pillow was nowhere near what he’s given you. He would be so deep inside you, your wetness perfectly coating his entire thick base of his cock. 

You ran your fingers across your hardened nipples as you imagine Xavier sucking and placing sloppy wet kisses against the back of your neck, huffing out shallow breaths that send chills down your spine. He was so greedy that night for finding deeper angles in you, his cock exploring every part of your pussy with ease. His hands grip tightly on your hips as he thrusts in and out of you relentlessly, chasing his orgasm with you again.

Your hips glide effortlessly against his pillow, fast and faster until you feel the grip on his pillow slip away from your grasp. A soft whine escapes your lips, frustrated from the emptiness in between your legs. You flutter your eyes open to find Xavier standing beside you, staring down at his pillow, specifically the wet patch from your arousal. “Don’t you think this is unfair?” 

Immediately heat floods your cheeks as you quickly avert your gaze and scoot back to your side of the bed. Before you can explain, he climbs up in front of you, his hands grasping your legs, drawing you closer. “You should use me instead.” His eyes burn with hunger as he glares into you.

Bonus For Xavier:

The moment he walked into your shared bedroom, it took him a second to realize what was happening in front of him. Your eyes close shut while he listens to the pretty sounds that slip past your lips, your hips moving effortlessly against the pillow- his pillow. He loves to hear you and see you come undone but not to his pillow. With quick strides, he rips the pillow out of your arms, thinking of burning all of his pillows or maybe just keeping this pillow with the wet patch of your arousal on it.

Xavier is always greedy and selfish when it comes to you. He wants you all to himself and he only wants to give you pleasure, nothing else. The moment he tugs your panties down and sees the mess between your legs, he immediately burries his head in, making sure no more drops are wasted. He loves to be between your legs, kneading your thighs while his warm tongue eases all your tension away. His pretty blue eyes looking up at you occasionally to take note of your reaction, his long eyelashes fluttering as he sucked on your clit.

You don’t remember how many rounds he’s gone for but your body felt mushy and boneless, completely forgetting about your worries and frustrations that happened today. He made such lewd noises as he sucked and slurped your cum again and again into his mouth as if it were water, his tongue devoted to every single drop you’ve given him. The noises you made only spurred him on, his arms wrapping around your thighs as he held you down.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your hands digging into the sheets of the bed while your back arched. He groans into your cunt, the sound sending vibrations deep inside your weeping cunt as you cream all over his face again. He holds your trembling body tightly, making sure to not waste all the juices gush out of you. “One more time?” 

Zayne:

tags: female masturbation ( fingering ), fem! reader receiving fingering

Recently Zayne’s schedule has become unpredictable lately. His pager would buzz at the most inconvenient times, during your meals or when he was just about to settle in next to you for bed. You could see the apologetic look on his face when the call came in and you knew without a doubt that he had to leave. 

As the chief surgeon, his role at the hospital was always crucial and you understood the weight of his responsibility. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead before trailing down to meet your lips. His arm wrapped around your waist, holding you close for a brief moment before he pulls away, heading back to the hospital again.

No matter how busy his days would be, he always found a moment to reach out to you. Whether it was a quick message before his surgery or a brief text after his meetings. He doesn’t let you feel completely alone.

☃︎:‘Make sure you’re taking breaks.’

☃︎:‘Eat well and drink plenty of water’

☃︎:‘Don’t stay up too late waiting for me again. It’s important to get rest.’

☃︎:‘Have a goodnight. Sleep well.’

You could hear his voice reach out to you across your screen but it wasn’t the same. No amount of text or calls could replace the warmth of his presence. You missed him deeply and it was hard to ignore the empty space beside you at night. Life has felt frustrating lately, with work and everything else outside of it added more pressure while his absence lingers in the air. You craved some kind of relief.

You roll over to his side of his bed, his scent still lingering on his pillows. You can imagine him there, half-lidded eyes watching your head fly back as you bounce on his cock. Your hands rest on his defined abs to keep you steady while his large hands rest on your hips, occasionally slipping down to squeeze the plush of your ass.  

Heat travels down between your legs the more you think of him. His lips on your clit, sucking so harshly that it makes filthy noises echo in the room. Zayne hasn’t messaged you yet, so you assumed he was busy in another meeting and you couldn’t ignore the heat building up between your legs, so you decided to take care of yourself for now.

You laid back against his pillows with your legs spread wide, slowly sliding your finger up your folds before sliding it in while the other pinches your hardened nipples, something Zayne would do. Adding another finger in, you feel the slow stretch and start a steady pace.

Your fingers were much smaller compared to what Zayne offers you. He’s reached places that you didn’t even know were possible and only he can reach. Two of your fingers were nowhere near to what you want but you’ll manage to make it work for the night

You thrust your fingers in and out of you, sliding them as deep as you could. Soft noises escape you as your fingers rocked in and out of your weeping cunt, sending lustful waves throughout your whole body.

You were so consumed by your own euphoria, the relief after days of frustration, that you didn’t even notice Zayne opening the door to your shared bedroom. He was at a loss of words with what he saw play out right in front of him. Your eyes were clenched shut as you focused on trying to reach your high that you didn’t even notice his presence. His eyes were so fixated on your body that he couldn’t look away, the heat traveling down to his cock. He watches the way your fingers pick up the pace, the sound of your fingers dipping in and out of you while you softly moan his name against his pillow. He can feel his erection straining against his trousers.

You whimper out his name, your back arching, meaning you were close. He watches you pull out, your warm slick arousal drip down your fingers while your eyes flutter open, finally realizing he was there the entire time.

You yelp, your face flushing with embarrassment as you scramble to pull the blankets around yourself. “Z-Zayne?!” Your eyes trail down to see the visible erection that begged to be free.

He shakes his head slightly, a small smile tugging at his lips as he steps closer and closer while loosening his tie. “You don’t need to cover yourself. I’ve seen you countless times.” He hovers over you, his voice low. “It seems you’re taking longer finishing by yourself. Have you been having issues while I was away?" He lowers himself to meet your height, his breath fanning against your lips before he captures them with his own. "I can help fix that for you if you'd like.”

Seems like you’re not the only one who’s been missing some company.  

Bonus For Zayne:

His large hand cradles your cheek as he kisses you hungrily, wanting more of your soft lips on his while his fingers work wonders on your other lips. “I’ve missed you,” He whispers breathlessly, quickly chasing your lips again as if he lets you go for a second, you might disappear completely from his grasp. 

You pull away gasping, his fingers sliding across your folds, stroking them at a painfully slow pace to get you even more wet. You wanted to reply, tell him that you’ve missed him too but he was quick to close the gap between both your mouths. He wants to take his time with you, knowing that currently it’s rare for both of you to have that but he doesn’t want to keep both in agony any longer.

His fingertips drag over the opening of your cunt, arousal seeping out of you like honey. Every movement he makes is methodical, taking note of every reaction you make. "You're so wet.." He groans, coating his fingers with your arousal. The glide of his fingertips over your clit before slipping inside feeds the pleasure you craved in your gut. His other fingers wrap around your nipples, adding more pleasure straight to your core. The way your lips parted, whines turning into whimpers lets him know you feel good.

It didn’t take long for you to melt against him as he murmured sweet praises of you’re doing so well for him. His fingers thrust in and out of you, slipping a second one in when you’re ready and you already feel so full. Your fingers that tried to match his girth and length weren’t able to touch spots he can. His eyes averting occasionally to watch the way your face contorts from the pleasure before trailing down to watch your breasts slightly jiggle from the movement.

His digits are knuckle deep inside of you, prodding at the sweet spot within you as they thrust in and out of your velvety walls. Obscene squelches of your soaking cunt as he angles his wrist and curls his fingers. It’s not long until your walls are clamping down on his fingers, pleasure flowing through your body and veins. Your hands that rest on his chest run up to his shoulders, holding onto him tightly, trembling from the sensitivity.

You ride out your high, his fingers slowing down as his free hand caresses and knead your hips.

He presses soft, lingering kisses to the top of your head, the silence in the room only broken by your shared breaths. Neither of you need to say a word to feel the weight of how much you’ve missed each other.

Rafayel:

tags: female masturbation ( fingering ), mentions of p in v, fem! reader getting eaten out with a mix of fingering

You were exhausted. After a long day, you finally got to come home late as your boss had let you leave early once your mission was complete, letting the rest of the team pack it up. Rafayel wasn’t home, he was off at some art event Thomas had dragged him too. All day long, he had been glued to his phone, sending you messages about how boring the event was without you and how he wished you were there so you two could run away together. He would sneak off by himself but running away alone just wasn’t the same. As you stared at your phone, your eyelids grew heavier. You barely had a chance to let him know you were home early before you drifted off into deep sleep.

Meanwhile

He felt so hot, his head spinning. He had to excuse himself from the guest, ignoring what Thomas had to say as he entered the bathroom. The burning heat surged through his body and traveled through his lower half. It was getting unbearable. His head was throbbing, he needed to get away and go home. He needed- no, wanted you. His mind and body called out for you.

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You shifted slightly in your shared bed, your eyebrows furrowing as your dreams started to unfold, unaware that arousal seeps through your panties. The familiar bedroom around you felt hazy but Rafayel on top of you was clear as ever. You could feel spit drip down your chin as you both pull away from the messy and sloppy kiss, the tip of his cock sliding against your throbbing clit made you gasp. 

Soft whimpers escape his lips as he listens to all the sweet delicious sounds you make for him, his large hands grip your thighs as he presses his cock into your cunt, watching how you swallow him up so easily.

He lowers himself, littering kisses to your chest as you wrap your legs around him. His balls smack against the curve of your ass with every powerful thrust, sending shockwaves of pleasure to your core. Just as you were about to meet your high, you woke up abruptly, feeling the wet patch in between your legs.

You sigh, trailing your fingers down, making small circles around your clit before slowly inserting them in easily from how wet you are. Your fingers slid in and out of you, your mind wandering between how the dream would finish or the times Rafayel has touched you.

You’d imagine how he’d insert himself deeper and deeper into you, pulling out just a little, then dipping further back in while rubbing circles around your clit. How his hair tickles your skin while his tongue works circles around your perky buds before swirling his tongue around the base of mounds of flesh.

You ran your fingers across your perky nipples while your other hand slid in and out of your wet walls. Soft noises and moans of his name escape your lips, the relief you anticipated for picking up.

Until the door abruptly opening startles you from reaching that, your fingers slipping out of your wet hole, making you close your legs shut.

“You...” Rafayel pants, his eyes looking at you hungrily. It was as if he was starving and you were his only prey. “Dirty girl..” He mutters under his breath, inching closer and closer towards you with some sway in his walk as if your body was luring him in. He crawls onto the bed you, the bed shifting it's weight as his body pins you beneath him. "Wouldn't it be much..." He groans, spreading your legs to look at the mess between your thighs. "better if it were me instead?"

Bonus For Rafayel:

He wonders if you could feel the way his heart pounded when he saw you in front of him, legs spread open as you played with your wet cunt. You were calling out to him and he wonders if you did it on purpose or did it to tease him. He can’t seem to think straight, his entire body felt hot with need and he needed you badly.

Rafayel is face deep into your pussy, lapping up the juices while his thumb lightly brushes your clit. His other hand settles around your thigh, kneading the flesh deeply as if he were trying to feel more of you all at once. You were too lost in the pleasure, not noticing the way he ruts against the mattress. He wants more of you but he can’t seem to leave between your legs, lapping up all the drops that you give him as if your arousal was the water he needed to breathe.

“yeah? like that?” he groans softly against your cunt when your hands grab a fistful of his hair, the familiar heat in the pit of your stomach building up. He hums, the sound adding more stimulation to your core. He knows you like that. The way he glanced up at you, studying the way your breasts rose and fell, your lips parted let him know you were absolutely enjoying it.

He continues adding his fingers into the mix, switching between his tongue. You rock your hips back and forth against his mouth, panting his name again and again, breathy moans until your orgasm washes over you.  You grind your high out, bruises slowly forming on your thighs from his tight grip. Your juices and spit coat his lips and drip down to his chin. However he was not finished with you yet, his eyes still clouded with hunger and need. 

Sylus:

tags: female masturbation ( fingering ), mentions of p in v, fem! reader getting eaten out

You laid on your shared bed, legs spread with your fingers curling inside of your tight cunt, your thighs rubbing desperately. After a long time apart due to both of your busy schedules, you finally had the chance to be together but just as you were about to make up for lost time, an emergency on his end pulled him away the next morning. Rushed wet kisses and lingering touches on your soft bare skin as if he was leaving for a long time. He held you for a brief moment, taking one last good look and stealing one last kiss before he had to leave.

You kept his shirt from the night before on, afraid his scent might disappear from you completely. The sleeves of his shirt occasionally slipping down your shoulders as you move your fingers rhythmically in and out of your slick folds.

You thought about what happened last night, soft breathing fanning against each other's lips while his large hands held onto your hips tightly as he thrusts into you at a slow pace, making sure you feel every inch and vein of his cock.  Your name leaves his lips once, twice, again and again while constantly hitting your sweet spot. Your breasts bounced as his thrusts started to hit harder, shaking the entire bed. Just as you were about to recall how you met with pure ecstasy, a call interrupted your thoughts. Your eyes fluttered open, revealing none other than Sylus’s name on your screen.

‘Sweetie I hope I didn’t wake you. I know you must be tired from last night's events.’ You can hear his smile through the phone, your movements slowing. ‘I bought Mephisto a new hat on my way back- I think you would find it cute.’

You hum in response, your voice hoarse. ‘Hurry home Sy..”

He chuckles on the other end, ‘I’m almost there. I can’t wait to finally spend some time with you.’ But your mind was so dazed, your core aching for more after hearing him, his words barely registered as you set the phone aside.

You sigh, starting over the pace you set again, completely unaware that neither you or Sylus had ended the call. Two fingers rub circles on your clit while the other hand pinches your exposed nipple that was peeking out from his button up. Soft moans of his name fall from your lips as your fingers deliciously rub against your clit.

Shamelessly, he doesn’t end the call. Instead, he rushes back home, muting his side to avoid disturbing your relief, even though you probably couldn’t hear him from your series of lewd noises on your end.

You match the pace of your imagination of what Sylus would do, his name desperately spilling from your lips.

His pace would build up faster and faster, you imagined, feeling yourself inch closer to your peak- until you suddenly hear his actual voice, clearing his throat. Your eyes snap open, locking with his crimson gaze. “Enjoying yourself?” He leaned against the doorframe, a wicked smirk tugging at his lips as he scans your entire body. His eyes trail lower, amused at the mess between your legs, nothing on but his shirt.

“S-Sylus?” He can’t get enough of you hearing you say his name, how he craves to hear it over and over again.

He nods, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt but..” He stalks towards you, crawling onto the bed, his body hovering over in between yours. “won’t you let me have a taste?”

Bonus For Sylus:

Your arousal settles in quick the moment he enters you with his tongue, earning a gasp from you. “Like this princess?” He hums into you, the vibrations sending pleasure down to your core. He holds you close to his face, buried face deep inside you, encouraging you to make a mess on him- maybe even suffocate him if you want. Your back arches with every drag of his tongue along your wet folds as he loudly slurps up your slick. 

The pink wet muscle tip laps up your wetness eagerly, filling you up while stroking the sensitive bud delicately with his thumb. It didn’t take long for his chin to be dripping quickly. He groans softly into your heat when he dives in, feeling your walls twitch against his fat tongue. 

His tongue explores every centimeter of your gummy walls before speeding up. His dark heavy gaze filled with lust flicker up at you, watching you in awe. Your stomach clenched, your legs trembling under him.  Your legs are trembling as his tongue works against you mercilessly. Your thighs shake as your juices coat his face. 

He licks his lips, making sure no remains of your sweet substance goes to waste before diving right back between your legs to lick off the juices off your skin and entrance, earning a yelp from you. He places gentle kisses over the marks he left on your thighs from his tight grip, while his other hand traces soothing circles on the other.

Caleb:

tags: female masturbation ( fingering ), mentions of p in v, fem! reader recieving fingering from his metal arm

Your eyes flutter open slowly, Caleb’s scent wrapping around you, yet he is nowhere near you. The shirt he wore last night oversized on you while the lingering comforting scent surrounds you as you roll to his side of the bed. It was too early- it was the afternoon, to be up right now. You were still exhausted from last night, your mind dazed to worry where Caleb disappeared too.

You close your eyes, your mind drifting back to the night before, your fingers lightly tracing the marks he left on you.

How did it go again? Your fingers trace the marks he left on you, attempting to copy the movements he made last night.

Ragged breaths fan over each other's lips after a heated kiss, his erection pressing between your thighs. Caleb whimpers, running his tongue down to the side of your neck, leaving a wet trail down to your breasts. The top of his tongue circles around your hard nipples, letting one go with a wet pop! before moving to the other one. His cool, metallic hand traces delicate patterns along your inner thigh, sending chills up to your core as he pushes your legs further apart. He continues to tease you by slowly sliding his hand up higher and higher, tugging the hem of your waistband.

“Caleb please..” You whine, feeling his smirk against your skin. Without any remarks this time, he dips his fingers in slowly, coating them with your arousal. Slowly he slips a finger in with ease, feeling the way your walls clench before adding another one. He picks up the pace, savouring the sounds of your moans for him. You were already getting off just by his fingers alone, he can’t imagine how much of a mess you’ll be on his cock.

“Caleb..” Soft moans of his name slip past your lips as you curl your fingers inside of your tight cunt, your thighs rubbing together desperately to match up the friction from last night. Your fingers were no match compared to his cock and hands. They were much smaller and less girthier than what he has given you.

The way you were absolutely drooling on his pillows, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull whenever you tried to fill yourself up from his cock. You couldn’t see it, but he was enjoying it. Your eyes were completely shut, missing out on the way he was completely enjoying your disheveled state. The way you held onto him so tightly so you two wouldn't disconnect. He starts with a few slow strokes, the bulge in your belly could've made him finish in you immediately but not yet. He needs more of you, he needs to hear more of how good he makes you feel.

You clenched your eyes shut, concentrating on the pleasure from last night, making sure the rhythm matches the pace in your head. Your moans and whimpers grow louder after each few trusts as Caleb listens quietly by the doorframe. You clench and spasm around your fingers buried inside of you, pleasure washing over you.

Pulling your fingers out, the warmth of your slick clings to your fingers. As you flutter your eyes open, you’re met with Caleb standing in front of you, his chiseled chest and his grey sweatpants that hung dangerously loose on his waist. His gaze locking onto the mess you made between your thighs, his erection is clearly visible from the thin material.

He approaches you slowly, the mischievous smile still playing on his lips as he sets the plate of brunch he prepared for you earlier on the nightstand. He climbs onto the bed, pinning you beneath him. “Now that I’m here..I don’t think you need these anymore.” With his free hand he grabs the your hand coated with your arousal, inspecting it for a moment before licking it clean himself.

Bonus For Caleb:

Every day Caleb is grateful that the world advanced to the point where they finally built in the sensation of touch in his robotic arm, allowing him to finally remember how it feels to hold you and know what it’s like to feel you clench down on his metallic fingers.

“I can feel you..You’re so wet down here..” His eyes are half lidded, both of you panting breathily, his stiff cock twitches in his confinements of his sweatpants as he watches your mouth part as the cool metal fingers pump in and out of you. He imagines how it would feel so much better to have you clenching around on his cock instead but he is a patient man. His cock was aching to be coated with your weakness but he’s waited much longer.

You whimper, moaning out his name breathlessly while rolling your hips against his hand. Caleb watches your trembling form as he finds that sweet spot only he can reach inside you. Each thrust of his cold fingers pushes you further into a state of pure ecstasy. He sped up the pace, targeting your sweet spot over and over again until your body washes over with absolute pleasure. He helps you ride out your orgasm before withdrawing his fingers from your throbbing cunt. He raises his metal arm, his fingers still warm from your core, licking it out of satisfaction.

if you haven't already read it, here's the other version where you caught them! caught white handed!

my other works: masterlist pg. 1 , p.2

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˗ˏˋ gojo satoru ˎˊ˗

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ʚ obsessed with spoiling your panties ɞ

ʚ turned on by your cute little butt plug ɞ

ʚ using his tongue for good ɞ

˗ˏˋ geto suguru ˎˊ˗

ʚ best way to start a monday ɞ

ʚ sauna & relieving stress ɞ

ʚ warming each other up ɞ

ʚ day offs & him ɞ

˗ˏˋ ryomen sukuna ˎˊ˗

ʚ winning streak ritual before video games ɞ

ʚ everyday sex on kitchen counter ɞ

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ʚ tattoo shop & its owner ɞ

ʚ facesitting on him cuz he loves it ɞ

ʚ your latest tattoo turned him on ɞ

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text me when you get home˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

(seungcheol x reader)

"in 3, 2, 1..."

deet deet deet

the sound of the 5 pm office clock brings bliss to your ears. cue the shuffle of chairs, the murmur of goodbyes, the distant hum of printers still running.

and just like clockwork—

5:01 PM

cheolie: text me when you get home.

you don’t even think twice before replying.

you: okay, okay, dad lol

he doesn’t respond, but you know he’s rolling his eyes. with a grin, you tuck your phone away, grab your bag, and head toward the entrance.

but then—

"hey, wanna grab dinner with us?"

your coworker’s voice stops you in your tracks. you hesitate for only a second before nodding. why not?

one dinner turns into a long conversation, laughter stretching into the night, your phone untouched at the bottom of your bag.

seungcheol, on the other hand, is not having as great of a time.

your apartment buzzer blares at 11:47 PM.

the sound startles you, cutting through the peaceful haze of post-dinner sleepiness. furrowing your brows, you shuffle over and press the intercom.

"who is it?"

"who do you think?"

you freeze.

seungcheol.

oh, shit.

you scramble to unlock the door, and the moment you swing it open, you’re met with your very unamused boyfriend standing in your doorway, arms crossed, brows furrowed, looking every bit like a disapproving dad.

"um. hi?" you offer, trying for innocent.

he exhales sharply. "do you know what time it is?"

you wince. "…a little past eleven?"

"almost midnight," he corrects, stepping inside, and you immediately register the telltale signs of his concern—his hoodie is slightly disheveled, his hair is tousled like he ran his fingers through it too many times, and his phone is still in his hand, like he’s been checking it repeatedly.

guilt seeps into your stomach. "cheol, i—"

"you forgot." his voice softens, but his expression remains firm. "i waited. i called. and when you didn’t answer—" he sighs, rubbing his temple. "you scared the hell out of me."

you bite your lip. he really did wait.

before you can apologize, he sighs again and suddenly pulls you into his chest, arms tight around you with his chin resting on the top of your head.

"don’t do that again," he murmurs. "please."

you wrap your arms around him just as tightly, feeling the steady beat of his heart against your cheek. "i won’t," you mumble. "sorry."

he huffs. "you better be." but then, quieter— "i'm glad you’re safe, baby."

you pull back slightly, just enough to look up at him. "you’re really cute when you’re worried, you know that?"

his pout deepens. "i’m not cute, i’m serious."

you poke his cheek. "so serious."

"you’re the worst," he mutters, but his lips twitch, and when you press a quick kiss to his pout, he finally lets out a reluctant chuckle.

"yeah, yeah, laugh it up," he grumbles, ruffling your hair. "but next time? text me when you get home."

"i will," you promise, and this time, you mean it.

because as much as you tease him, as much as he nags—you know it’s just because he cares

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He lives rent free in my head all the time, so I adore writing for him as you can see 🤭🩷🩷 I can’t wait to finish up my wip Caged In, so everyone can read it 🫶🏼🫶🏼

In The Name of Love & Law | Collection

This collection follows the love story between Detective Bucky Barnes and you, one of the most notorious prosecutors in New York, working alongside the detectives of the Brooklyn homicide precinct. In the midst of navigating the chaos of your jobs, you also have to navigate the growing feelings between you and Bucky that seem to be going nowhere no matter how hard you try to ignore them...

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Before the Main Story

Field Work

You end up getting hurt while out in the field questioning a suspect. Thankfully, Detective Barnes is there to help. 

Caged In

Coming Soon...

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The Main Story

Conflict of Interest

After the many failed dates Natasha set you up on, you decide to give up on the dating scene all together. That is until Bucky makes it his mission to change your mind, but will he be enough to change it?

Conflict of Interest II

After deserting Bucky at the fair, you are left dealing with the consequences. This becomes difficult as you are all assigned to a new case. 

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After the Main Story

Detective!Bucky Barnes as a Girl Dad 🧸ྀི‎♡‧₊˚

[mejaemin]

booseoksoon vday hcs ♡

day four of my valentine’s day countdown! ♡

wc: 1.3k on the dot (>ᴗ•)

summary: booseoksoon and how you spent vday with them !!! (individually)

warnings: fluff, loooots of love, shy seokmin, brief mention of showering tgt in soon’s, latte cameo !!!

an: this seems late to the teleparty celebration but it’s not !!! i started this as soon as it came out, i just had to wait for the event 😓😓 im so sorry hoshi’s is sm shorter than the rest but nonetheless i hope you all enjoy !!! happy advance vday !!!

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boo seungkwan ♡

he said the night before that he would pick you up to celebrate, however what you didn’t expect was to wake up to his kisses, a hand on your head rubbing back and forth to wake you up

when your eyes open, he gets shy and heads toward the bedroom door with a ‘hurry up, i didn’t spend so much time for your food to get cold..’

once you get up you find the dining table with a velvet box and love letter, in the middle a heart shaped box with your favorite candies in it. sitting in cute heart shaped plates is the most beautifully plated breakfast, full of your favorite foods

the morning is so sweet, full of love and childish bickering as you exchange gifts and take photos in your sleepy states

seungkwan’s face is still very puffy with sleep, and he’s still got that tired look even though he’s been awake longer than you. he didn’t tell you but he definitely did wake up early to drive here and lay all your gifts out and cook breakfast, making sure you would wake up to nothing but the best. his hair is a little wet from the water he used to fix his beadhead, knowing better than to leave it the second he saw you raise your phone camera. regardless, he’s still not off the hook being that he’s basically nodding off at the table. you snap another photo before lowering your phone, reaching out for his hand and calling his name gently.

he reopens his eyes, lowering the fork from his mouth (he was holding it there in his half asleep state) before looking up at you. “god, don’t tell me you’re taking more photos. i’ll take all this back right now.”

you laugh, “you wouldn’t do that to me.. besides, don’t you want your gift?”

it’s then that he finally appears fully awake, sitting up expectantly. you laugh, reaching forward to pinch his cheek before going to fetch his gift. when you come back he’s cleared the table except for your gifts, and happily takes his from your hands. after a mutual agreement to open your gifts at the same time, you go ahead and open yours to reveal a beautiful set of jewelry. paired with it is a love letter, full of sweet words complimenting you and helping express seungkwan’s love for you, along with a few innuendos that you choose to ignore until later in the day. you look up to watch him open his, and he’s beaming brighter than the sun upon pulling out tickets for a trip back to jeju out of his present box.

lee seokmin ♡

seokmin was too scared to see your reaction to his heartfelt messages, ones that he waited until you were sleeping to write

thus, he made a point to wake up before you did and head out with the excuse of getting breakfast

you would know how shy he’ll get when he watches you open all his gifts, so he simply chooses to send a text message to you while he’s gone

‘good morning, sweetpea (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) happy valentine’s day! i’ve left a few gifts out on the table while i get breakfast, feel free to open them while i’m out ♡’

when you wake up on valentine’s day, you expect to feel your boyfriend lying beside you. reaching your arm out for his body, not feeling it against your own, you end up hitting cold bedsheets. immediately snapping your eyes open, you sit up against the headboard and look around. the room is empty, and when you look at his nightstand his phone is gone. grabbing yours, you open it to immediately call him when you’re met with his message. finally relaxing, you decide it’s enough sleep and get out of bed to make your way to the kitchen.

on the table there’s a gift basket, holding a plushie of a dog that’s eerily similar to your boyfriend along with heart shaped candies and a letter. underneath it is a heart patterned doily with rose petals scattered all over the table. with a smile you sit down, not forgetting to respond to his text before opening the folded piece of paper. you know very well that he’s shy about things like this, which is likely why he avoided being here when you looked at his gifts, too anxious to sit there and watch your reaction.

popping a piece of candy into your mouth, you read seokmin’s letter and it’s nothing short of what you expected. he always downplays his gifts, saying they’re nothing special, but his words always manage to touch your heart more than they did the year before. he really knows how to make your heart flutter, if it wasn’t evident by this already being your second valentine’s day together.

finally he comes in the front door, holding a bag from your favorite bakery and another from a breakfast place. he sets them down on the dinner table, pulling you in for a hug and a kiss before sitting down across from you.

“did you like your gifts…?” he asks shyly, cheeks already pink.

you take his hand, kissing his knuckles similarly to how he would to you. “of course, seokkie. they’re so cute, i’m so happy.”

you can see the way he lets out a breath of relief, and you laugh as he finally relaxes and tells you how he was yet again scared that it would disappoint you. just like last year, you remind him that you’d be happy even if he got you nothing, and his gifts will never not make you happy.

kwon soonyoung ♡

soonyoung’s probably the only one who would stay in bed with you in the morning, selfishly choosing to spend it how he likes.. next to you, even though it’s a win for both sides

he’d wake up with you, showering with you (it was his only request for the day) and getting ready to spend the holiday together

you’d have a light breakfast, packing up all the stuff to have a picnic together!

on the way you’d pick up latte from his family’s home and head out to enjoy the day with your two favorites <3

the blanket underneath you is covered in dirt once again as latte brings her toy back to it, having came from the bushes after soonyoung “accidentally threw it in there”. as he finally relaxes with his head in your lap, you scold him once again for dirtying your new blanket he gifted you for today. latte follows suit, laying on top of his stomach and licking under his chin. you smile, running a hand over his cropped blonde locks. his eyes fall shut, and you can see the relaxation come over his body. his forehead is still a little damp due to the sweat he worked up running with his dog, and you discreetly wipe your hand on the blanket beneath you.

you can’t tell if the two resting on you are sleeping or not, but soonyoung’s face looks completely at peace and latte hasn’t moved an inch since getting comfortable. eventually, seeing as they haven’t moved, you rest your head against the tree behind you and bask in the peacefulness of the environment around you. eventually, the duo wake up, and you finally share the treats you packed for the occasion. for you and soonyoung there’s a heart shaped cake with wine glasses to scoop it up with, and latte has her own miniature dog-safe one. there’s many photos taken and lots of icing splattered everywhere, but when you look back on the day and see the joy on your faces, along with the initial necklaces you traded as your gift, it feels chaotic but so you.

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well i hope your day went well after 😁🫵🏼

asking for trouble

a 'partners in crime' installment - luke castellan x dionysus!reader words:  7.8k prev -> when the curtains close | next -> as above so below summary: (post-TLT, compliant to TLO) The one where Luke's final wish is to see you. (He's himself again, and all he wants is to find out if the trouble was worth it all) a/n: non-descriptive mentions of blood and war, main character death. angst. a boyfriend that yall may or may not agree with. one chapter left after this!! i imagined the last scene to play out with luke in a room where they have the immersive exhibits at a museum

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[august 15th; camp half-blood kitchens, long island, new york — 9:49 pm]

Everything begins and ends with love if we are fortunate enough.

There’s a stillness that fills the air the night before what historians and future demigods alike will deem the Battle of Manhattan. It’s stifling—suffocating in the silence of the camp kitchens as you cover a sheet cake with blue frosting, piping the edges with a steady hand as you check the clock, time always ticking over your shoulder.

Almost lights out.

The circumstances are different now though, and surely no one will be able to sleep tonight. Fate is hard at work unraveling the future, the gods and their spawn alike are preparing for war, yet you’re here putting sprinkles on Percy Jackson’s birthday cake.

It’s the most nonsensical thing you’ve done all week amidst the war preparations, taming the whirlwind of mixed emotions that shook camp in the days before. Perhaps it comes with the knowing that everything will change, and the only way out is through. Only the lucky ones get to go home after this.

“Are you really not coming with us tomorrow?”

Clarisse chuckles at your question from her position against the doorway, crossing her arms and watching you stick candles on the top of the sweet dessert. Her hands flex over her sleeves, tugging at the fabric like she needs to hide away from the rest of the world, “You make it sound like it’s a walk in the park instead of what it really is.”

“Is that why then?” You look up from your piping bag raising an eyebrow at her, “We need all the help we can get, Risse.”

“It’s a death wish. I don’t know how you do it grandma, but the world will keep spinning no matter if 5 shows up or not,” Clarisse mutters, rolling the words around in her mouth, “How do you do it? Knowing that he’ll be there…I-I don’t want Chris to put himself through that again. We’re going to lose anyway—something, if not everything.” 

You know that too.

There’s something ironic about how the children of war won’t be joining the fight of their lives, but Clarisse La Rue is as stubborn as a mule when she doesn’t get her way. Only something truly special would send her running to the battlefield at this point.

“A part of me feels obligated to be there and help fix it, Risse. This is the path I chose.”

She scoffs, her sneakers knocking against the side of the kitchen island. The daughter of Ares is wistful, hesitant… and nothing like herself tonight. You suppose conflict shapes someone like her like how insanity lines the essence of your being. Intangible, but the base of every choice—the driving reason connecting you to your godrents. 

“Yeah, I know that, but I still don’t get it. You don’t have to be here anymore,” she says thoughtfully, moving the cylinders of sprinkles around on the counter by height order, then by colors of the rainbow, “you could’ve chosen the easy life without all of this…I mean, if I ever got out of here alive, I wouldn’t look back.” The statement is sharp in the silence as if she’d attacked you with Maimer. Your eyes meet hers as if there’s a big secret she’s missing out on. You always look at them like that now, with a faraway gaze of a place none of them can reach.

“Who’s to say? Getting old and aging out of here is harder than you think, you know… College, rent, taxes…” you list off with every squeeze of the piping bag, spelling out Percy’s name with white frosting. Clarisse bites her lip, resting her chin against the palm of her hand as she watches you. When she closes her eyes at night, she often dreams of being home in Arizona, dry heat prickling at her cheeks and dust swirling at her ankles. That’s what her future will look like, she thinks—-and she’ll let herself be selfish if it means she gets what she wants. What do you dream of? Do you think about a future for yourself if you’re so worried about saving everyone else’s?

“But you still came back. Is this easier than that?”

Not easier, but familiar. Nothing you ever want comes easy after all. There is a comfort in walking the grounds of a camp counselor job you used to dread instead of filling out job applications; easier to you means fighting with the gods and slaying creatures of old instead of paying student loans and making rent. 

“I think you’ll find out that you do stupid things for love, Clarisse La Rue.”

She’ll never tell you this, but you’re the strongest person she knows. You’ve shown her that strength doesn’t always mean brain or brawn. Sometimes strength is loving someone without expecting anything in return, and the gnawing feeling in her stomach eats at her in an unsatisfying way—like Tantalus reaching for the grapevine, fingertips grazing the leaves for eternity. Instead, Clarisse wipes down the counter with a Clorox wipe as you make your way towards the door, cake in hand. Tonight, she and her siblings will sleep with the knowledge that they’ll get to see another day. Call her selfish, sure—but that’s how she loves them. Alive.

“I still stand ten toes behind the fact that Michael Yew can be knocked down a fucking peg,” she mutters. There’s a small smile on her face and when she looks up at you, she sees your face is illuminated by moonlight. Clarisse hopes this won’t be the last time—silently praying to her father to extend his hand onto you.

“I’ll see you when I see you, La Rue.”

Whenever that is, she thinks. This is easier than a goodbye. What matters is showing up. What matters is that they try. That’s what she reminds herself as she turns off the big light and heads toward Cabin 5. 

Does any of that still matter in the end if they aren’t alive?

Her siblings are already asleep when she tucks herself into bed despite the music and laughter coming from 12. Light from across the way filters through her window, a warm glow cast across her face leaking through even when she shuts her eyes. It warms her, reminds her of the orange of the stupid shirts they wear, sunsets on Fireworks Beach, and the molten lava that drips down the climbing wall. 

Home might not be what she remembered it to be after all these years. Clarisse decides to sleep on it, hoping that when they wake, there’ll be something worth fighting for.

[august 15th; cabin 12, long island, new york — 10:08pm]

Camp Half-Blood is quiet as you walk through the dark forest, minding your step over the brambles and checking off your mental list of responsibilities before day breaks. The air is especially cool for a summer night, melancholy being your only jacket as you move on auto-pilot. Your fingers tighten around the tray you hold, pushing the door open to Cabin 12 which currently houses most of your campers. It’s lively and bright in here—you would think they’re all celebrating a Capture the Flag win instead of being sent off to their deaths for the greater good.

Tomorrow, they’ll wake up soldiers.

The wood creaks beneath your boots and it’s drowned out by the sound of soft chattering and laughter, a few of them still scuffling over sleep spots, and then—”HAPPY BIRTHDAY PERCY!”

There are only enough people in here to comfortably fit in a few of the strawberry trucks tomorrow—some went home to their parents to avoid the chaos and some chose not to fight at all. And the ones that remain— all 40 of them, that is, are spread out on the floor in sleeping bags writhing like worms. All the whooping and cheering is accompanied by Michael leading his siblings in song (and Connor and Travis ruining it by chanting CHA CHA CHA!). 

Percy is just shy of sixteen now, but the sheen in his blue eyes still reflects the tranquility of open water and something tender that you saw in him when he came to camp at twelve years old. Later, through mouthfuls of cake and smears of blue buttercream on his cheek, the son of Poseidon looks up at you thoughtfully, “Is this a pity cake?” He tries to make light of the situation by acting like the fate of the world doesn’t depend on his life or death, and you take a deep breath. 

Even demigods fall victim to fate, and the gods still push on. But what of their children that fight for change in the world they set the rules for; their children that fight their battles for them and lose their lives for immortal beings that live forever?

“This is a birthday party, not a pity party, Percy Jackson. There's no pity for the damned,” you chuckle. Damned if we do, damned if we don’t. All of the world’s problems seem so permanent when you’re 15 years old. It’s just fucked up that hiswill actually alter the course of humanity.

“And if this is the end of the world, I just wanted to make sure we’ve told you happy birthday first.”

“Well thanks,” Percy mumbles over a spoonful of buttercream, face reddening when Annie throws a paper towel roll at his face, “Hey!” It reminds you a lot of when you and Luke would fight in the dining pavilion, chicken tenders and mac n’ cheese flying through the air, and apples cut just the way you like. You blink. 

It all boils down to him or Luke.

“Wipe your face, Seaweed Brain!”

Percy rolls his eyes, smiling down at his plate regardless of the weight he carries upon his shoulders. The more you want to live the more you have to lose, you think as you brush your knuckles against a spot of frosting he missed. You don’t look at the blonde boy and see a hero of the Great Prophecy—still, you see him as the little boy who was mesmerized by you conjuring strawberries on his plate on his first day at camp, innocent and honest. 

Looking around the room wistfully at that thought, you start to see the memories of their childhood blanket all of themlike ill-fitting clothes; it’s all you can notice. The feeling is so big it swallows you whole. Annabeth is still the little girl who’d rattle off obscure facts from Snapple bottle caps from her time on the road, drawing pictures of buildings with your eyeliner after sneaking into your room. Silena still makes blush out of berry juice and would call you about boy problems as if she’s not a child of the goddess of love herself. Will is still the boy who sings as he lights up fireflies and draws smiley faces on bandages. Katie, the girl who makes flower crowns for your birthday and eats strawberries with you soaked in morning dew. You look around and see scraped knees that you’ve kissed better, sleepy eyes you’ve sung to, and hearts you’ve kept warm—this is your glory, your greatest achievement being the family you’ve found in the woods of the Long Island Sound.

“You see it too?” Grover mumbles, nudging you and you sigh, squeezing his shoulder. Sometimes you forget the satyr is older than you; he stands tall as your pillar of support, unwavering in his promise to protect these kids. 

“We’re getting old, man.”

“You’re only 23. There’s so much left of you,” he deadpans. Laughter comes out of you in waves as you shake your head smiling.

“And what a pleasure it’s been to grow up with you.” 

Grover bids you a good night as you walk up the stairs to your old room, phone in hand while you dial a familiar number. Your boyfriend answers before the end of the first ring.

“Hey, I didn’t think you’d still be up!”

Settling against the windowpane near your bed, a soft smile graces your features and you realize he’s not there to see it. It’s always been easy with him—Dex was unbelievably kind, and he had a heart that he’d share without you having to ask. He was unlike any man you’d ever encountered before, and over the past year and a half you found it easy to love him. 

Worst of all, he’s utterly devoted to you. At least every part of you that you were willing to give him, even if it wasn’t allof you per se. Plus, you saw the ring in his desk drawer last week. It was too…good to be true. You recognize that this was your way out like Clarisse said, your escape from the turbulence that was your life as a demigod. But it was hard to believe that you were deserving of it. He’d never know of the ichor that runs through your veins, and the life you’d have to leave behind to truly be with him. You suppose every love you’ve ever had was sacrificial. You just wonder if because of that, easy makes it hard to feel real.

Maybe if you survive this one you’d tell him the truth. But for now, he’s rambling in your ear about his sudden work trip upstate. Morpheus and Hypnos are already at work then, redirecting the city dwellers out of Manhattan. It must be later than you thought already and in a few short hours, Apollo will be shining his rays across the Island for what you hope won’t be the last time.

“I wish I was with you right now,” you mutter in a hushed tone, and you hear him laugh breathily through the static sound of the phone. It’s easy to imagine him twirling the telephone cord between his fingers, flopped over the tiny loveseat you went halfsies on with your first big paychecks. The apartment you both moved into after graduation is more accurately a shoebox—but it’s yours, and the love you have for it is immeasurable in comparison to the square footage. You hum, listening to the sound of his voice, “Maybe I can catch you before I go—stop by and say hi before I drive up.” 

He won’t. By morning, you’re not even sure if he’ll remember you—all traces of Greek gods and their counterparts wiped clean from memory until it’s all over, whenever that is. You’re mindlessly walking in circles around your room, bare feet padding against the floorboards. He repeats your name and you realize you haven’t been paying attention, the tail end catching your ear, “Hmm?”

“Or you could come to me. I’m sure your dad won’t mind. It’s time I meet him, don’t you think?” 

And out of anything happening tomorrow, that especially sounds like a nightmare so you make a noise of disagreement, “I can’t. You know I can’t, honey. I’ve got…” your voice trails off as your lilac eyes land on a faded photo strip thumbtacked to your wall, “unfinished business to deal with.” There’s nothing left but inky silhouettes on the sun-damaged paper, two past lovers huddled together. But you know what it’s a picture of. Rye Playland, you and Luke at fifteen, cheek to cheek and covered in wisps of cotton candy.

“Mm. Sounds important. Does your unfinished business have a name?” 

Dex sounds playful now, teasing despite the silence on your end of the line. A beat passes, and then another, and he can hear the sound of your hands rifling through the things in your desk drawer. The dragon scale necklace is cold in your palm. 

For good luck, you think. 

It’s been a while since you’ve worn it—keeping it safe in the only home you and Luke shared, and as soon as it touches your neck, you feel a little less empty inside. It feels like a safety blanket, protecting you from whatever might come next. You almost feel guilty to be relieved.

Thumbing the cord absentmindedly, you mutter, “You don’t even know the half of it, Dex.” 

“Maybe one day you’ll tell me.” Sometimes, it’s like he knows— Dex must be the ivy that grows over the walls you’ve built up around yourself, and he can see glimpses of who you try to hide behind your stone-cold resolve. He wonders if you’ll ever tell him about the names you call out at night— an indistinguishable language he’ll never fully understand. He wonders where you’ve gotten your constellation of scars and where your mind goes when you sit next to the window and stare at the skyline.

Oh, he wonders.

The glow-in-the-dark stars are faded now on the ceiling when you look up at them, fighting to give their last bits of light. You wonder too, if there’s any fight left in you; a bit of Luke always remains—he’s everywhere you look. You can feel him as night falls upon New York, bidding you goodnight before it crumbles tomorrow. 

“Maybe. Good night, honey.”

Dex yawns into the receiver. You know his feet are kicked up onto the coffee table even though you always tell him he shouldn’t, and that his glasses are already off for the night. You really think he could be a nice guy to end up with, all things considered. Dex was the epitome of normal, and after almost two and a half decades of existence, it’s quite evident that you are anything but. 

Normal might be quite nice.

He yawns again. Hypnos must have reached his window, “I love you, you know that?”

“I do. Me too. Good night.”

It’s the truth. 

You love this man and the spaces he’s filled within the chaos of your life. You love all of him, from the perfectly normal way he makes breakfast for you every morning (and laughs when he burns the toast), and takes the train to work at a middle school in Harlem (“6th grade ELA takes a lot out of a man,” he jokes). He picks you up from your job at the therapist’s office downtown if you get out too late, as a gentleman would (though you’ve fought monsters that he’d scream at the sight of). Once upon a time, normal was exactly what you used to wish for.

There’s a moment where your breath hitches and you sink against your pillow and you wonder if he would love all of you—demigod and all. Could he get used to this— summers at Camp Half-Blood with chariot races and gladiator-style fighting, pegasi and harpies roaming the grounds, and watersports with woodland nymphs? Dex never even questions your green thumb or how Pollux made him hallucinate your dead brother when he came to visit (“It’s what Castor would’ve wanted! The full twin-terrogation!” he insists. You convinced your boyfriend he got food poisoning that night). Could you come clean about knowing how to slay a chimera, or why you never get drunk, and have the stamina of an Olympian (the athletic kind, but not too far off from the truth)? 

But it shouldn’t be called coming clean. That makes it sound like you’re ashamed of who you are—which you’re not. You’ve just been hiding this part of you from a normal human that you love very much.

Gods, is this how your dad felt when he was seeing your mom? 

Somehow insanity has always felt bearable—love, however, has always been such an ordeal.

The phone bounces onto your bedspread once you hang up the call. There is no more time to worry about playing a part. Tomorrow, everyone comes as they are—whatever happens after will be a problem if you reach another day. Fate has its way of making itself known, you know that by now. Blinking, you take a deep breath, and very intentionally, with your feet criss-cross applesauce, you pray—for what, you still try to figure out as the minutes tick by. 

Better late than never.

Here at camp, you were always the last one up after lights out, anyway. Tonight of all nights shouldn't be any different.

[august 16th; 34th street and herald square, manhattan, new york — 9:17 am]

“Where do you think you’re going, mister!”

Your little brother flinches, immediately turning tail and walking across the deserted street to meet you in the middle. He’s taller than you now, craning his neck down to look at your angry glower as you thrust a finger into his face, “You’re sticking with me.”

“Jake said he’s taking 9 and 12 to the Holland Tunnel,” Pollux calls out, shuffling his feet and you punch his arm hard, “OW! —It’s what Percy wants.” He swats your hand away for good measure, his arm guards clanking against yours when he dodges another swing at his head.

“We are Cabin 12, you shithead. I’m not letting you out of my sight for a second.” Your staff is heavy against his shoulder and Pollux can’t help but let his gaze wander to where Jake Mason and the other children of Hephaestus are waiting for him a block over. Manhattan is a warzone, and the difference between fighting empousai and fighting his older sister right now is very similar in theory—hard to do alone. The tunnel is halfway across the city from the Empire State Building—if something were to happen to either of you…

"M’not here to fight,” he sighs, “with you at least. I need to do my part, sissy.” The old nickname is an arrow through your heart, and you grab Pollux’s hand, “I just want to make sure you’ll be okay. I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I couldn’t get to you in time.”

“HEY 12! You coming, or what?”

The two of you look towards the small army down the block, both of your hands intertwined like grapes from the same vine. You’re not sure if you can let go; you’re not sure if your father could lose another child. But Pollux’s face is almost set in stone—he’s never been more sure of himself. Your lip wavers, forcing itself into a stiff smile and he softens at the sight, “I’ll be okay.”

“And if you’re not? Then what?”

He shrugs, “Then… then I’ll get to see Castor.”

You nod, breathing shakily, and flinching when Jake calls for Pollux again, “Well. If you are okay…You come find me. After this is over, you come straight back home to me. You got it?”

Pollux hugs you, hard—the force of all of him sending you sprawling into his arms and it knocks the wind out of you. As the twins have grown, it’s been rare for them to show you any affection. They’d usually recoil or whine about how mushy their older sister is, and each time it makes you laugh. But right now, you stand there gripping onto his t-shirt, breathless; the ringing in your ears gives way to words he mumbles into your hair, “I love you,” he says, in case you didn’t already know. 

Just in case this is goodbye. You take it in for a moment longer, running a hand through his blond hair and cupping his cheeks as you finally step away, “I love you. I’m so proud of you, P. We all are.”

“Haven’t done anything yet,” he grins, backing away slowly, a skip in his step as he nears the small troop of Hephaestus kids. You wave them off, blowing a kiss as they band together and turn in the other direction.

Why is it that you can only be proud of someone if there’s something to prove it? You think about all 40 of your campers fighting for their lives in the greatest city in the world. The sound of hellfire, roaring monsters, and screams that could only come from your kids. Fatigue wears you down with each swipe of magic towards enemy forces, monsters writhing in pain at your feet, demigods reduced to insanity and blood-curdling screams. It disgusts you even more so that no one can witness the weapon you've been forced to become. After all, no one knows any of you were there. Life continues on outside of the bubble containing the Battle of Manhattan. And only the ones fighting will be able to remember this. Only you will remember the blood you spilled to wrestle for your destiny.

The rest of the city continues to sleep, safe from the people who swore to protect it.

[august 18th; empire state building, manhattan, new york mount olympus, in the sky above new york??? — 5:22 pm]

Running up 492 flights of stairs was another type of hell you didn’t expect to put yourself through, but it was faster than waiting for the elevator to Olympus. It’s quiet besides the steady rush of blood pumping in your ears, your boots slapping against the tile to reach your friends who might be in danger at the hands of someone you know well. But it’s too late to give up when you’re so close—you realize you’re praying to anyone who’ll listen as you push through the pain of always being a little too late. 

“Ugh!”

Air pierces through your lungs painfully as you trip up a landing, hands clawing against the banister. Have you been running in place this whole time, quick to start but hard to follow? Your lip quivers, eyes trailing up the stairwell faster than your legs can take you. 

Whatever the outcome, you’ll be better for it, you hope.

It’d be easier to give up. To stay away and not watch Percy fight for his life against him. You dry heave as you press your head against the wall, wondering if it’s worth not seeing what will become of this wretched prophecy. It’s hard to survive loving the villain when the rest of the world is dying because of it. Your legs feel like jelly underneath you, and not a single soul in Manhattan knows you’re here—until you feel the strength of an old traveler lift you up and revitalize your soul. Looking down to see your boots retie themselves tightly, the feeling in your chest reminds you of him. Everything leads back to Luke, and you think wherever he is now—Hermes knows that too. 

“Thank you,” you mutter. He’s handpicked your prayer through the tempest that hangs over Manhattan so that maybe your hands will be gentler in smiting his lost son. You find yourself with the nerve to run up the last dozen flights of stairs, pushing past the entryway to see Thalia Grace under a statue of her stepmother, “THALIA!” You barely make it to her fallen form before her free arm tries to push you away from the rubble.

“Get out of here! I mean it—” Thalia spits out your name through gnarled teeth and bones crunching under the heavy hands of Hera. The statue lays over the bottom half of her body, holding her legs down like how one forms a fist, and the daughter of Zeus pushes through pain and millennia worth of her dad’s karmic debt in giving her life—the essence of being a forbidden child still has a hold on her, even now. 

“I’m not gonna…leave you…”

With everything in you, both demigod strength and sheer desperation, you push at the unmoving stone, and your fingernails are splintering from the pressure. 

But you know what it feels like to get left behind. 

Desolation slowly sets in your bones, a hollow feeling that spreads through your core as sweat rolls down your cheeks, and when you sniff to wipe it away, Thalia’s lip quivers. She’s writhing in pain and everything is coming to an end down the hall from where you stand. 

“We’re so close, Grace. I’m not giving up on you when we’re this close. I need you in there with me so you just hold on, okay?”

The marble is cool to the touch under your moist hands, and her face is fixed in a grimace as she looks up at you and sees you for who you are—another demigod who was never given a fair chance at fate but with a spirit of a hero waiting for the right chance. Thalia coughs before slapping your hand away, “LISTEN TO ME! I’ll be okay. He needs you to be there. We’re almost out of time!” 

You barely register your body moving as you get up and start to run, looking back at Thalia by the time you’re at the top of the landing. There are no words that you could imagine to string together when your eyes meet hers in the distance that separates you two—the feeling of grief bearing down as you both know there is no way out but through this, whatever faces you inside those doors.

As you turn back around, you take a moment to wonder if you might’ve had different people in mind for who’s up there waiting for you.

[august 18th; the hall of gods, mount olympus, the sky above new york— 6:48 pm]

Finally pushing through the heavy doors of the Hall of Gods, your eyes burn like salt in a wound as you travel toward the center to see three figures laid out on the marble mezzanine. There’s a cramp in your calf by the time you reach them, your legs giving way as you skid to a stop in front of Luke’s corroded body. The pain doesn’t register for you, split skin going numb as you stare into the eyes of a storm you fell in love with almost ten years ago. 

A stranger is no longer wearing your love’s skin. Percy and Annie’s eyes feel heavy against your back as they watch you sigh in relief, a landslide of emotion rolling off of you when you see he’s still breathing, even faintly, as if he waited for you to make it back to him.

“It’s Luke,” Annabeth chokes out, “the scythe transformed into Backbiter and I knew it was him. He was fighting for us.” Her voice makes you flinch, makes this more real—it echoes as the wind carries it through the hall. Without a doubt in your mind, you know it’s him by the way he looks at you with tired eyes, soft and amber—the light pushing away the shadows and he reaches out for you. His skin is paled by the River Styx, face weathered by the Titan as you gently guide his head onto your lap. A pathetic cry slips from your mouth when you realize there’s more pressure in the fingers he brushes against your cheekbone versus the one holding the blade embedded in his chest. 

Fuck, what do you even say? 

He’s dying in front of you and you can’t think of a single word to say.

The clock is ticking and every breath of his comes out weaker––he speaks before you can find the words, breathing out, “I missed you,” like it was a relief to say it. And it all comes spilling out like a secret you’ve been safeguarding since the day he left— a mix of your tears and his blood smearing across your cheek as he reaches out to wipe them ever so gently. You find yourself smiling in the face of death itself—smile even if the both of you can feel death’s hand on him saying that time is finally up because the act of meeting each other here in the middle makes the years you’ve gone without him worthwhile. 

The reunion is also the loss; a nasty habit you’ve both fallen into over the years. But this time, Luke’s finally able to giveyou the world he wanted to see just before he leaves it.

You clutch him close without intending to let go, purple eyes scavenging for confirmation that this is your Luke, the one who pushed you through the brambles of the North Woods, wind in his hair and mischief in his smile. He’s citrus and musk, cunning smiles, something sacred kept within cabin 11, calloused fingers pulling at your t-shirt, and the voice out of tune at nightly sing-a-longs—and he loves you still. 

Loving you was the only thing that never changed.

“Shhhh, don’t waste your energy. The gods will…” you swallow a sob despite yourself, “I…my dad’s going to be here soon. He’ll help us.” There’s a lump in your throat that carries the weight of everything unsaid. Who would help you now that everyone else is getting what they wanted—a brighter tomorrow without the villain? But the prophecy unveils itself so cruelly, and the one who hurt you is the hero in this story, just as he’s always dreamed. It so happens to be at the cost of loving you.

Luke’s eyelids flutter like butterfly wings descending softly. You press a kiss onto his forehead like you used to while waiting for him to fall asleep. The chuckle that rumbles his ribcage is faint against the hand of yours that’s holding him together and the war is finally over and no one even knows that besides the four of you in this room.

“I'm running on borrowed time,” Luke wheezes, “I think my life ended the day I left you.” His thumb weakly traces the tear tracks cascading down your face, and he’s reacquainting himself with every feature of yours while he can touch it—to hold and be held by you after so long feels like drinking up ambrosia, his last bits of strength telling you what you’ve always known. 

Is there a word stronger than love? One that would explain how close and how far you feel to him at this moment and you don’t want to say the wrong thing but there are no wrong words when it comes to the right person. Hoarsely, through wavering lips, you chuckle, “Then it's time to stop running, baby. I’m here now.”

It’s exhausting to carry the weight of tomorrow in your arms and to know it’ll be made possible only by letting him go. You’re holding him too tightly, claws sinking in to feel—to ground yourself and keep him tethered to this reality, just in case a different answer falls out of the sky. 

But falling with Luke Castellan, falling for him, has been nothing like you wanted. You've said your goodbyes more often than you can count. 

This part is just about letting him go.

“I think I’m doomed,” he laughs, coughing harshly. Blood soaks his airways, retribution for the lives he took. It drips out of his mouth and you still look at Luke like he’s asked you to marry him. What a soft, funny thought. 

Love must be more violent than war, to feel like this—to know he’s wrecked your world and still come out the other side smiling at him like he put the stars in the sky. His fingers are slipping out of yours as you hold onto the knife that keeps him here and Luke mutters, “I’m so s-sorry. You deserved better in this life.” You hear Annabeth sob from somewhere behind you but you can’t look at anything else but his eyes, not daring to miss another moment of him.

“Can’t be all that bad,” you say with a watery chuckle, wiping his mouth with your thumb. There’s more of a mess now with your feeble efforts but the action comforts you more than him; caring for Luke is something you cannot unlearn. 

“This life gave me you. I don’t want to know anything else. Do you hear me?” 

You want Luke to know this—to understand that even if this is how fate has handled the both of you, there is no other hand you would hold but his.

“You’re my whole life, Trouble.”

“I know, angel. I know. It’s always been me and you.”

You and me, he mouths, an echo of himself left to relay the message as his eyes lose their warmth, empty now and unseeing. And then he's home in your arms again as you hold every broken and bloodied piece of him together until he's no more. The parts of him he leaves behind blur into you, rivulets of his lifeforce weaving through your fingertips even when you put pressure against the knife you both hold, hands cradling the spot under his armpit, and to Percy and Annabeth it looks like you're holding his heart, clutching it between your fingers.

Protecting it until his last beat—when he finally gives it over to you. 

It was always yours, anyway. 

Before, in the in-between, and now after, his heart is yours.

Time stops for Luke Castellan, the man born to die, in the Hall of Gods that day— in the arms of his partner and in the presence of his little sister and truest friend. 

Lips against his ear, no one tries to pull you away, even when the gods of Olympus march in expecting a battle to onlyfind a dead hero and a story that needs to be told.

You’ve never seen him so still before. 

Luke’s always been the one with something to say, hands fidgeting to hold yours. Still, you hold his hand even if he can't feel it, still smile even if he can't see you, still whisper words of devotion even if he can't hear it. By the time you feel your father’s hands on your back and hear Percy say, “We need a shroud. A shroud for the son of Hermes,” you imagine that he’s miles away from where he lays motionless, dead weight in your grasp. Nothing can pull you away from the mantra you set to remind him that he’s yours even when he leaves again. Luke’s soul will soon journey where you cannot follow, and you whisper to him in the stillness amidst the noise, “I love you, I love you, I love you…” 

When the Fates come to collect the body, their ancient hands spin around the two of you as they unweave your hold on him. You weren’t given a choice—his material body dissipates in front of your eyes and you swear you feel the tug from deep within your core as you watch them float Luke away. It’s so much different now from when he used to fly around your room with his stupid winged Converse—even the gods avert their eyes when you let out a sob that shakes the ornate hall. Hopelessly you watch, sat down on the marble and unable to move or follow—as if maybe he’d still answer to your sweet nothings, and not leave you hanging once more. You slump against your father’s side, catatonic and at a loss for words—they leave with him, floating away into the distance.

Humanity’s biggest problem and resolution has always been love—this was never a story about the lack thereof.

[august 18th; death, pre-judgement? — the seven minutes after]

The path that Luke Castellan takes after he dies is most peculiar and unlike any path he’s traveled before. And yes, there have been several times that he’s come close to death—under Ladon’s claws in the Garden of Hesperides, and when he relinquished his physical self by bathing in the River Styx, but neither of those times where he’s cheated his way out can compare to the real thing. 

He once read in one of Annabeth’s textbooks that there are seven minutes of brain activity that wanes in your consciousness before you die. There’s a distinct thrumming in his ears when he comes to, and Luke discovers he’s completely in the dark with no sense of direction and most importantly, no visible way out. The old him, were he still alive—would be panicking by now, short terse breaths and sweat upon his brow. Old Luke would have fidgeting hands and eyes that rocket around for an exit. But this Luke, whoever he is—whatever he is now, finds himself eerily calm. Everything glows in a vignette, and familiar scenes materialize before his vision, a kaleidoscope of color and your shrieking laughter surrounding him in the familiarity of your happiness with him—it feels like lifetimes ago. He realizes he’s smiling. 

Versions of you swirl in the space he stands in, taking up space wherever he can look, wherever he turns—you’re there. 

And he remembers.  

Memory is a choice after all, much like love is. And no one can take that away from Luke Castellan except death itself.

The scene flickers for a moment, eyelashes fluttering against morning light peeking through the windows of Cabin 11.

It’s Luke’s first morning at Camp Half-Blood after the storm that brought him and Annabeth there. You’re standing over him with a half-beaten pillow and a menacing grin that grows as he spits out feathers. It’s his first impression of you, Kool-aid tipped hair and hands shaking with a crushed Redbull can in your other fist.

“Good. You’re still breathing. Wasn’t sure for a sec.” A voice yells out your name and you make a run for it, barefoot and giggling and looking back at him every few steps—his breath catches in his throat again like how it did on the first day you both met.

The scenery changes and he’s sitting next to you on the dock of Canoe Lake.

“I dare you.”

“No way,” he hears himself say, and then he sees you fling algae at him in ropes, cold and slimy that it makes his voice crack, “He—ey! You’re gonna get us fired and it hasn’t even been a full day since we got the job,” he says, clearing his throat as you bite your lip.

“What’s one last hurrah?”

“You’re always gonna be Trouble, aren’t you?” he says, getting annoyed by the orange fabric that temporarily blinds him. Chuckling, you pull your shorts off and look back at him, eyes glinting in the moonlight and he can’t help but ogle at the rest of you, gulping hard. You catch him staring and he averts his eyes, looking back at the treeline to see if anyone’s come to find you both. A resounding splash echoes in the silence between you and Luke turns back to find your head bobbing visible above the water and not much else.

“I double-dog dare you, Castellan.”

He jumps in.

The dark blue of the water turns into light reflecting the pinks and purples of the sky above Montauk Point at sunset.

“We’re alive! Told you we’d be fine,” you yell, clicking your seatbelt off and jumping out of the car before Luke can even put the hatchback in park. It was his first drive anywhere—you’ve finally graduated from looping around Farm Road.

“Hey wait up!”

He calls out your name, but you’re already kicking up sand as the distance between you grows until he locks up the car and chases after you. You didn’t stand a chance, slipping and sliding in the sand as the son of Hermes quickly grabs you around the waist and throws you over his shoulder as you scream bloody murder. When he sets you down, your arms are looped around his neck and you’re smiling against the pink and tender scar on his cheek.

“Think we can break into the lighthouse before the guards come, angelface?”

The sound of crashing waves turns into chattering cabin counselors and when Luke looks around again, he’s at the Big House, with everyone else pushing their chairs in and walking towards the door. He holds his hand out and you grab it with no words or instruction—like a key nestled within its lock, exactly where it’s meant to be. 

“Last order of business, kind of…” Your dad drones from his spot near the windows. Luke tries to let go of your hand but you don’t let him, “Don’t panic,” you mutter.

“This… fraternization won't become an issue for all of us, will it?”

Everyone’s frozen near the doorway, staring at your intertwined hands. Luke clears his throat and turns toward Mr. D, “I’ll see to it that it doesn’t. Sir.”

You could almost hear a pin drop, and no one knows what to say next—not even Mr. D.

“Yeah, I’ll keep Castellan in line.”

That’s the confirmation everyone was waiting for; a mixture of groans and the clinking of drachma fill the air as Chris holds his hands out and takes his spoils of victory with a charming smirk on his face. Clarisse throws the coins at his head.

“I feel like I should take a bow or something,” Luke snickers into your ear, before placing a kiss against your temple.

You’re still in his arms and still look good in orange, but when he pulls back to look at you again, you’re both hovering above the ground near the dining pavilion. His knees are shaking when his winged Converse flap madly underneath you—a flurry of uncoordinated movement that makes you want to piss yourself.

“You’re lucky I have a strong core, babe,” he grins—and he’s thrilled at the fear on your face as you clutch onto him for dear life, one arm around his abdomen and the other around his neck, both legs latched around his waist.

“I swear to the fucking gods if you drop me, Castellan…”

His right foot jerks in a slightly different direction, making him laugh as you squeak.

“Castellan, huh? That scared, Trouble? Not gonna drop my baby.”

The wind around you whirls like a tornado as Luke tries to show off, getting higher and higher until, “LUKE!”

He catches you by the fingertips again and now there’s sand beneath your feet. You’re still spinning in his arms and his mom is singing along to a song playing on the radio you brought to Westport Beach. May claps lightly and you tug her up with a soft smile, “Come on Miss May! Take your son out for a spin.” Tugging at the damp white t-shirt you wear over your underwear, you take a seat on the picnic blanket and watch them with a smile you haven’t given Luke in years.

“Mother-son dance,” May whispers in his ear, humming a few notes of the wedding march.

He closes his eyes and soaks it all in, slightly swaying.

That thrumming is in his ears again, a steady beat against his chest and he feels it everywhere—a pounding rhythm that cannot be ignored. He opens his eyes and you’re snuggled against each other, tangled beneath the sheets. You’re still asleep and Luke just…watches you before the morning starts (whenever this is) and it all has to end. You’re breathing against his neck, lips slightly agape as warm air brushes his pulse. He moves hair out of your face and you pull him in unconsciously, skin to skin with no atom of space left between you. 

Luke blinks. 

You’re in your college apartment.

He blinks again.

His childhood bedroom.

Again, please.

In Cabin 12.

Please, just one last time.

You’re drooling against his neck in his tiny bunk in Cabin 11 and the noise is getting louder now—a static sound that morphs into the sound of your voice throbbing like a heartbeat, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

It’s the last thing he can hear before he has to go.

_ 

“I wanna see your eyes / Is it a crime to say I still need you?” - Adrienne Lenker

[lilysafairy]

pick me up and put me on your lap ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ 

[vickyluvvsss]

(,,>﹏<,,)˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[starflungwaddledee]

would morpho knight be eligible for the shipagaza 👀

ah, yes, it sure is! in fact,

dancing with death seems like something she's a little too comfortable doing

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[angelic--kitty]

caught in a lie!

cheater!beidou x rebound!reader

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, dom!beidou x sub!fem reader, cheating (ningguang/beidou are a couple), rough sex, fingering/strap usage (r!receiving), oral (beidou!receiving), size difference, daddy kink, hurt no comfort/no aftercare (sorry), smoker!beidou btw

quick plot synopsis: after a rough patch in their relationship, beidou and ningguang agree on a "break" they both know won't last. though, beidou has no qualms about using you to her advantage in the meantime....

a/n: rushed ending, not proofread, but i wanted to try out something angsty

word count: 1.6k

you knew something was off when she had texted you at 2 am. you knew something wasn't quite right when she asked you to come over.

she hadn't even bothered to offer to pick you up or get you a ride. yet, like the pathetic little thing you were; you hurried to get ready and drive over to her place. how predictable.

she left the door unlocked for you, not expecting any other visitors (at least not tonight).

when you arrived, the state of her place was... sad at best. empty beer cans sat next to full ash trays, the house smelling of cigarette smoke.

the woman of the hour herself sat next to the open window on her beat-up couch. classy as ever, wearing low-rise gray sweatpants that framed what she was packing rather nicely, and a loose black t-shirt.

she leaned forward, blowing smoke out the window and into the cool night air. as she came back, she glanced over at you, a little smirk taking over. "hey. you got here pretty quick."

it was a sleight, though you simply shrugged, kicking a crushed can by your foot. "you don't live that far away from me, you know."

wouldn't bother you to stop by or call sometime, you muse silently to yourself.

she simply hums, taking one last drag of her cigarette, blowing it out the window before putting it out, closing it up as you shiver from the cold air. "i was trying not to stink up the place before you got here." she admits, standing up in front of you. "let me take your jacket."

"it's freezing." you huff and she sheepishly rubs the back of her neck.

"sorry about that. you want something to drink? or...something."

after an awkward few minutes, you settle for tap water, quietly sitting across from her as her foot taps on the tile. "why did you call me suddenly?" you ask meekly.

"i don't know. guess i missed you."

"you're not seeing anybody?" you ask, confused.

"what? it's a shocker someone like me is single?" she grins, and you smile, shrugging. "look at you. you're in the same boat, huh, pretty girl?"

"beidou, please-" you whine, but your face feels warm as you tap your nails on the glass.

"are you gonna sit there all night nursing your glass or..." she leans in, tilting your chin up with the side of her index finger. "wanna head to my room?"

you nod, your eyes wide and excited, having desperately missed this with her. you trail behind her like a little lost puppy, letting her toss you onto her bed. "did you get smaller?" she teases you, looming over your body.

one of her rough hands traps your wrists above your head. "no, maybe you just got bigger!" you squirm playfully, tilting your head as she leans in to kiss down your throat.

she pushes her hips against yours as your thighs widen to give her room. you moan at the feeling of her strap rubbing against your clothed cunt as she laughs.

she sits you up, tossing your coat to the side, admiring the little outfit you put on for her. it accentuated your body perfectly and gave her easy access.

beidou didn't bother taking anything else off, just sliding your panties down from under your skirt and pushing your top over your tits. "fuck, would you look at that, huh?" she leans in, pinching your nipples to hear you squeak.

she pulls her strap out of her pants, rubbing it against your cunt as you squirm for her. the same hand slides to your mouth, tapping her fingers on your lips. "open up, baby." she coos, sliding her fingers over your tongue.

she goes too deep, eliciting a gag from your throat that she seems to enjoy a little too much. your throat constricts around her fingers while she plays with your gag reflex, her thumb gripping your cheek.

beidou roughly pulls her fingers away, strings of spit falling down your chin as she uses her slick fingers to spread your pussy open for her. "someone's eager." she snorts, sliding a finger into you as you gasp.

"fuck- beidou-" suddenly her other hand comes to lightly smack your cheek, grabbing your jaw.

"lost your manners?" she asks, her head tilted as your eyebrows furrow.

"i meant...daddy." you correct quietly and she grins, sliding another finger into you just to see your nose scrunch.

"better. good little slut always listening, yeah?" she crooks her fingers into you while you whimper and squirm around for her, your hands feebly grasping at her biceps.

she fucks you through your orgasm with ease, dragging her fingers out of you to coat her strap, giving you a little show as her wrist flicks in practiced movements.

you pant, leaning up a little before she pushes you back down, holding your thigh open wide. "but-"

"you don't need to suck me off, you're plenty wet enough." she smirks at your dejected look, swiping her thumb across your cheek. "you can use that pretty little mouth for me later." she promises, lining her strap up with your pussy.

you think for a moment she'll be gentle, but as she pushes the tip in, you cling to her, whining. "daddy, it's too-"

"you can take it." she reassures you, giving you a rare kiss to the top of your head. she always did prefer to fuck you with something too big. she liked to see you squirm. "take it for daddy, baby."

she fucks you roughly, leaning down to press her body weight into you. the tie of her sweatpants rubs against your exposed skin, her clothed chest pressing against your bare breasts.

her body covers yours, making you feel impossibly small as you sink into her bed, hearing the squeaks of the springs from how heavy her thrusts were. although, her low grunts and your own whines drowned them out, of course.

a calloused thumb sneaks down to rub your clit, feeling your hips jerk up against her. the rest of her fingers splay over your abdomen, admiring the bulge her strap makes as she fucks you.

she listens to your incessant moans and whines, half-ignoring you as she shoves you into the mattress, leaving bruises on your thighs and hips. though, you don't seem to mind, chasing your orgasm as you beg her for more.

once you finally cum, she drags her strap out, tossing the fake cock aside and sitting beside you on the bed. you're twitching and leaking, looking up at her as she leans down, teasingly pinching your nipple.

she slides her pants down further, taking her boxers with them as she spreads her thighs. "come on, get on your knees, baby." she taps your cheek, watching you limply slide down between her thighs.

her hand weasels its way into your hair, guiding you to eat her out while she leans back. she ends up using your mouth, holding your head steady while she fucks your tongue. you look up at her, doe-eyed and eager for praise as she keeps you pressed to her cunt.

her hair tickles your nose as you moan against her clit, desperately trying to keep up with her movements. her orgasm doesn't take long to hit, and as soon as it does, she pulls her pants back up, lighting a cigarette and lounging on her bed.

you climb up onto the bed, fixing your clothes and awkwardly clearing your throat. "um..."

beidou takes a long drag, blowing the smoke to the side. she scrolls through her phone, typing a long message to someone as you try to peer over at her phone. she sends you an annoyed scowl. "what?"

you frown, leaning away. "nothing! i just-"

"you can go." she scoffs, resting the cigarette on her lips as she finishes her text.

"beidou..." your voice is pathetic as you look at her dejected.

"what did you expect? i called you at 2 in the morning, you're the one who ran your ass over here expecting something." beidou scoffed. "i didn't promise you shit."

you blink at her, confused and hurt as your fingers ball up the fabric of your skirt. "i didn't think it meant nothing!"

she blew her smoke into your face, snorting as she put the cigarette out in the tray next to her bed. "you're a distraction. that's all."

your heart sinks to your stomach. "a distraction from what?"

"who do you think?" beidou shrugged, turning her phone off and shoving it into her pocket. "she came before you, she'll be here after you. isn't it enough you got fucked? isn't that what you wanted?"

"that's what you wanted, not me!"

"well you never complained until you got it in your head that you deserved more. not my fault."

you sniffle, tears gathering in your eyes as you stare at the photo of them on her nightstand. pictures of them were littered around her room. one of her hairpins, an empty tube of lipstick, a half-filled bottle of perfume on her desk.

"it's always going to be her." beidou asserts. "we fight sometimes, yeah, but i love her." she runs a hand through her hair, sighing. "she's just as fucked up anyways. neither of us are naive to sleeping around."

you stand up hurriedly, wiping your eyes. "fuck you. fuck you both!"

beidou simply sits there unbothered. "i just needed something to play with until i get my girl back. if you're that sensitive, you should've ignored my text."

and with that, your heart shattered, leaving you to drive home in tears. you had been used, and she didn't even care...

[kaybug88]

ʚ♡ɞ・"WHAT'S UP DANGER?" 0.2・ʚ♡ɞ

One Week Later...

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"(Y/N) (L/N)! Turn that music down, please!" Your mother calls from downstairs. You know you're blaring music louder than you typically do, but to be fair, you still haven't received your letter and it's eating at very soul to an absurd level. You begrudgingly turn it down to an acceptable level as your mom yells a quick thanks. You're beyond  stressed. Sure, you absolutely kicked ass  in the exam, and you know  you'll get in, but what if it just... isn't enough? You shake away the negative thoughts while letting out a heavy sigh.

You're not even doing anything besides laying in bed while scrolling on social media. Letting out an annoyed groan and tossing your phone somewhere on the bed as your hands run through your hair, you glance to your window and see Gumi, a stray cat that lives near you pawing at the window from a small ledge you keep for the little guy. "Gumi, it's been a minute, bud." You mumble to yourself while getting out of your bed and stepping over to the window, a soft smile gracing your lips as he mews at you to pet him. You comply and begin to pet his black fur. He's really the cutest cat you think you've ever seen, and can't count the amount of times you've asked your mom to just adopt him already. Nor can you count the amount if times he's comforted you in your short time back in Japan.

Your smile grows as he lets out low purrs of happiness, his big yellow eyes closing while he meows at you again. "Does that feel nice? Hmm?"You ask the little black cat in a bit of a higher pitch voice as if that'll make him understand you. You chuckle to yourself while you turn your gaze to the moon. It's peeking out from behind a cloud almost as if it's shy, the moon's light makes the clouds seem translucent and the stars sparkling above the neighborhood only adds to the atmosphere.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N) (L/N)! Come downstairs, something came for you in the mail!" You hear your mom yell from downstairs. Now it could  be your acceptance letter into UA, or it might be something from your friends back in the US, who you still haven't heard from besides the occasional Instagram reel and text. "Sya, Gumi. I'll see you later, yeah?"  You tell the little black cat, pressing a soft kiss to his head before he bounds off to wherever he came from. Sighing, you close your window, walk to your door, and out into the hallway to see your eager mom basically jumping with joy.

"What?" You ask with a raised brow before you notice the UA symbol on the red stamp. "Okay, this definitely isn't from a friend."  You think to yourself before carefully taking it from your mom's hands. You feel your breath catch in your throat, because there's always the slight chance you don't pass, but you scored at least 50 points from absolutely wrecking those bots.

"Well, open it! I want to see if my baby got in!" Your mom squeals with excitement as you walk towards the living room. You roll your eyes with a smile at her excitement. "Oh forget the 'if', I absolutely got in. No doubt about it."  You correct cockily while she sighs from behind you. Upon sitting on the soft black couch, you tear open the white paper, and tip it upside down with a little disk falling from it. "What the fuck?" You mumble to yourself as you move the disk in front of you. "Language, young lady!" Your mom says with a small smack to your arm, her green eyes narrowing, and you roll your eyes in response. Now, the last thing you expect is to see the  All Might appear in a hologram from the small disk.

"Hello, I am here in the form of a projector! The truth is, I didn't just come to the city to fight crime, no! You're looking at the newest UA faculty member!" He booms, and by the time he's finished, music begins to play. "Isn't he, i don't know, a little old to be a pro hero and  a teacher?" You ask mostly to yourself, but your mom hears you, and hits your arm once more. "What?! He's like- 50!" You say, rubbing the spot where she hit you. "Be respectful! He's going to be your teacher!" She hisses before the hologram begins speaking once more.

"You successfully passed the written test with flying colors, and I'm also happy to inform you that you demolished the practical exam! However, not only did you do amazing in the combat portion, there were points for saving people! (Y/N) (L/N) You were given 57 combat points and 18 rescue points! You've passed the combat exam, welcome, (L/N), you're now part of the Hero Academia!" All Might goes on to say, leaving your mom in tears of joy, hugging your side and pressing kisses to your cheek. In all reality, you had no idea there would be rescue points, putting you in 2nd place- just below Katsuki Bakugo. "Holy Shit... Katsuki's going to UA? Pfft, of course he is, especially with a quirk like his."  You think to yourself all while your mom is congratulating you while hugging your side.

"Oh, my baby! You scored 2nd place! I'm so, so proud of you!" Your mom exclaims through tears, hell, even you're a little surprised that you got 2nd place. You lightly scoff, before putting the disk back into the envelope and taking it up to your room once you pried your mom off you.

ʚ♡ɞ Next morning...

"Are you sure you've got everything you need?" Your mom asks for the tenth time within like five minutes. "Yes, Ma, I'm all set, I promise. It's not like I'm traveling to another country all by myself, I'm going to a high-school with teachers and other students." You explain with a sigh while throwing your backpack on. You reach down to readjust your skirt and turn to see your mom holding back tears and covering her little sniffles. Her black hair in a messy bun rather than her usual braid.

"Ma..." You say with a small frown and turning around to make sure she's actually okay, despite her saying she is. "I'm just so, so proud of you, I can't put it into words. Be safe out there, alright? And if training to be a hero becomes too much, I wouldn't be angry at all." She asks says fanning her eyes with a sad laugh. "Yeah, Ma, I'll be safe, I promise. I love you." You say before reaching down to give her one last hug, you feel a small lump in your throat begin to form, and the last thing you want is to show up to the first day of school with makeup running down your face. You shake away her last comment as a last attempt to get you to stay home, and glance at your phone to check the time.

"Alright, I really have to go, I don't want to be late." You explain while pulling away from the hug while you get a knowing look from your mom. "We both know that you're just going to swing your way there." She chuckles, you shrug your shoulders with a smile on your lips before turning outside the door and into the sun shining down onto the sidewalk.

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"I'm going to be late if I don't hurry my ass up." You groan to yourself as you jog through the empty hallways of UA. "1-A, 1-A, c'mon, where are ya'?" You internally ask yourself until you finally find the class. "Why the hell are the doors so big?" You mumble to yourself, before you reach and open the grand door but before you do, you see a head of messy green hair come towards you, and you immediately recognize him as Izuku Midoriya, well, if your memory serves you right. It would be super awkward to be like 'Hey! Your name is Izuku Midoriya right? I went to the same day care as you before I moved away! My name is (Y/N) (L/N)! Been a while, hasn't it?'

"Hey... I think I recognize you from somewhere. Izuku Midoriya, right?"You ask as he gets closer. His face turns beet red and his hands wave in front of his face. "Yeah, name's Izuku Midoriya. It's nice to meet you, well, we probably already know each other since you know my name, even though I don't know your, or should I say remember your name. If we went to the same daycare, I'm surprised you remember me to be-" He goes on to say, his words spewing out faster than you can comprehend before realizing he's rambling and stops.

"Sorry, I tend to ramble a lot. Yeah, my name is Izuku Midoriya, do I know you?" He asks with a chuckle with his face coming down from the bright red it once was. You chuckle yourself, now here it comes. "Uhm, yeah, this is gonna sound super awkward, but uhm, we went to the same daycare together, my name is (Y/N) (L/N), I honestly doubt you remember me." You chuckle while talking pretty fast. "Uhm, we also used to live near each other, friends with a blonde boy with an explosion quirk." You add after clearing your throat.

"(Y/N) (L/N)? (Y/N) (L/N)... (Y/N)...Oh! You have a spider quirk, right? I think I do remember you! You moved to the US, right?" He asks as you begin to pull open the door for him. "Yeah! I do, I'm surprised you remember." You say with a laugh as you let him go inside first, and you're greeted with... "Just my fucking luck." You groan annoyedly when you see recognizable spikey blonde hair and crimson red eyes. "Take your feet off of that desk now!" A navy haired boy with glasses commands while waving his arms in a chopping motion. "Hah?" Bakugo asks with a smirk. He really wasn't the only one who had gotten a glow up, Izuku was still scrawny, just like we were when you were kids, but he had gotten cuter, though, you'd never admit it out loud. "It's the first day, and you're already disrespecting this academy by scuffing school property, you creeten!" The guy with glasses goes on to say making the same hand motions. Ah, you remember him now, he had been in the same arena in the entrance exams as you.

Izuku stands there with wide eyes while you stand to the side of him with the most annoyed look you've probably ever made before."You're kidding me, right? Your old school put a stick up your ass, or were you born with it?" Bakugo sarcastically asks rather loudly, he's always been a tad bit loud, hasn't he? "Let's start over. I'm Tenya Iida from the Soumei Academy." "Okay, so that's Iida." You think to yourself, but your thoughts get interrupted by Katsuki's loud arguing. "Soumei, huh? So you must think you're better than me, I'm going to have fun tearing you a new one!"

Bakugo challenges while getting closer to Iida. Iida lets out a gasp and puts his right hand on his chest. "You would threaten me? Your own classmate? Are you sure you're in the right place?" Iida asks, which earns a small giggle from you. Iida turns to look at the two of you. You bite your lip in an attempt to stop more giggles, but are rather confused when Iida stops.

"It's him." Iida says, and in sync, everyone turns their heads to look at him. You just sit there nodding slightly as Deku stutters. "Uhm, hi!" Deku says with blush as you stand leaning on the door frame. Iida comes walking towards the pair of you with his hands swaying in a similar way to a robot. "My name is Tenya Iida from the Sou-" He tries before Izuku cuts him off, "Yeah, I know, I'm Izuku Midoriya, it's super nice to meet you." Izuku greets. You bite back a small scoff at the way Iida's arms just kinda- stop at his sides

"And you are?" Iida asks with a raised brow while turning to you, hands unmoving. "Yo, I'm (Y/N) (L/N), nice to meet you." You say with a nod and throw up a small wave to him. "Midoriya, you realized there was something more to the practical exam, didn't you? You must be really perceptive, and I completely misjudged you. I admit, as a student, you're far superior to me." Iida rants on, with you trying your hardest to deny his claim, and with just your luck, a short brown haired girl comes up behind you two.

"Hey! I recognize you two! It's hard to forget the messed up hair, and the way you shot those webs to help him from the fall! That punch was amazing, and the way you  shot webs super quickly! You formed that landing pad so quickly, it was hard to see what you were even doing!" She cheers while making all kinds of arm gestures. "So far I've met a goody-goody-two shoes who has a stick up his ass, Izuku, have yet to formally introduce myself to Katsuki, and the girl with a floating quirk who throws up rainbows and sparkles. Awesome class I've got here."  You think to yourself with an internal groan as you stand waiting to get into the classroom.

Izuku keeps stuttering to the girl, and you can't help but notice the glare Katsuki is giving the green haired boy. Whatever was going through his head, it was clearly not good. You raise a brow at him, which he only glares in your guys' direction harder. Had he been looking at you too? You're about to say something to Izuku, but a voice from the ground nearly makes you jump. "If you're here to make friends, you can pack up your stuff now." A man in a... yellow sleeping bag informs as he worms his way into the room as you and the other people crowding around the door move out of the way.

"Welcome to UA's hero course." He says tiredly while pulling out an apple sauce pack like a little toddler. You're honestly a little confused while he speaks. "Hello, I'm Shouta Aizawa, your teacher." Now that's not what you're expecting, not in the least. Your teacher? Seriously, he looks homeless, there's no way he's a teacher, let alone a pro. "Right, let's get to it, put these on and head outside." Your new teacher instructs your class while holding up what you can only assume to be your exercise uniforms.

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While everyone around you is chit-chatting about this surprise quirk assessment, you're trying to think of what this could do to affect your class. "But orientation! We're going to miss it!" Ochako says from in front of you, clearly worried about how this class is going to be run. "If you really want to make the big leagues, you can't waste time on pointless ceremonies. Here at UA, we're not tethered to traditions. That means I get to run my class however I see fit." He explains, getting small whispers to break out from students around you.

"You've been taking standardized tests most of your lives, but you've never gotten to use your quirks in physical tests before. The country is still trying to pretend that we're all created equal by not letting those with the most power excel, it's not rational. One day, the ministry of education will learn." The black haired man says before turning to Bakugo. "Bakugo you managed to get the most points on the entrance exam, what was your farthest distance thrown with a softball when you were in junior high?" Your teacher asks. You turn your gaze to Bakugo who's scowl has softened into a look of slight confusion.

"67 meters, I think" Bakugo informs with his facial expression turning back into his somehow irritated laid back expression. "Right, try doing it with your quirk. Anything goes, just stay in the circle." Aizawa explains while Katsuki cockily walks up to the throwing circle. He's stretching out his arms with his eyes narrowed. "Go on, you're wasting our time." Aizawa rushes as Katsuki puts one foot forward. "Alright man, you asked for it." He says with a scoff before getting into a throwing position. He throws the ball with a massive explosion. "DIE!" He yells as the ball is thrown somewhere into the sky. "Die, seriously?" You ask nobody in particular, but get an answer anyway "Is he psychotic?" A raven haired boy with big elbows asks, making you chuckle.

Everyone is shocked with jaws dropped, including you. Your lips are slightly parted with eyes widened slightly.  "All of you need to know your maximum capabilities, it's the most rational way of figuring out your potential as a pro hero." Your teacher explains explains while showing the class Bakugo's score of 705.2 meters. "Woah, 705 meters, are you kidding me?" A boy with bright yellow hair and a black lightning bolt going through his hair says with wide eyes. A pink girl not too far away from you claps her hands with an excited look on her face. "I wanna go! It looks like fun!" Her eyes are black with yellow pupils, she's got little yellow horns that stick out of her head as well, in all, she looks really pretty. Your attention is turned to the black haired guy with huge elbows speaking next. "This is what I'm talking about! Using our quirks as much as we want!" He exclaims excitedly.

"So this looks fun, huh? You have three years here to become a hero, you think this is all going to be games and play time? Idiots. Today you'll compete in eight physical tests to gauge your potential, whoever comes in last has none and will be expelled immediately." Aizawa challenges, earning gasps of shock from your classmates. "This is a bit harsh." You mumble to yourself as Aizawa gives probably the creepiest smile you've ever seen to the class, his gaze landing on Midoriya, now that's... odd. Come to think of it, you remember him being deemed as quirkless at daycare, so how in the world does he have a quirk, and why the hell haven't you questioned it until now?

"Like I said, I get to decide how this class runs, understand? If that's a problem, you can head home right now." Aizawa goes to challenge again. "You can't send one of us home! We just got here! Even if it wasn't the first day, that isn't fair!" Uraraka speaks up, little fists curled into tight balls. "And you think natural disasters are, or power hungry villains, or catastrophic events that wipe out whole cities? No, the world is full of unfairness, it's a hero's job to try and combat that unfairness. If you want to be a pro, you're going to have to push yourself to the brink. For the next three years, UA will throw one terrible hardship after another at you, so go beyond, plus ultra style." Aizawa goes on to say after Uraraka challenged him.

"Okay, there's no way I'm going to get expelled, with a quirk like mine, I should be able to pass every single portion."  You think cockily to yourself while flexing and stretching your arms and wrists. "Show me it's no mistake that you're here. Now then, we're wasting time just by talking, let the games begin." Aizawa says, finishing his rant with another creepy smile. You bounce off one foot and onto the other to warm yourself up.

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First event, 50 meter dash. You let out a small sigh, as you turn to face the black haired boy with bulky elbows. You flash a smirk to him and he smiles back. "If I beat you, let me take you out." He says as the robot starts the countdown. You turn to face in front of you as you chuckle. "Alright, if you beat me, it's a date." You say with a smile. When the robot says to go, you sprint and immediately shoot strings of webs at the end of the finish line. You notice in your peripheral vision that he's shooting... tape? Tape from his elbows. You smirk as you land at the end of the line faster than he does and walks off past the white line with a cocky smirk. He passes the finish line just two seconds after you, wearing a small look of surprise. "Too bad, I was looking forward to that date." You say with a small frown before your lips turn into a smile. You walk away hearing the robotic voice announce your timing "3.12 seconds!" It's safe to say his whole life's goal is to land a date with you now.

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Second event, grip strength. You shake out your wrists before you take the grip strength device. Closing your eyes you let out a huff. "C'mon, it's just grip strength, can't be too hard, yeah?" You ask yourself in your head before gripping as hard as you can. You unclench your fist and lift to see the device, 78kg. "Not too bad." You huff with a small smirk before passing it onto the next person, you see a really short guy with.. Purple hair, if you can even call it hair, next to the black haired guy you beat at the 50 meter dash. You see them celebrating an insane looking guy at what he got. He's super tall, probably like 190 centimeters tall, roughly 6'02 maybe? "Yo, what did you get?" You ask while walking up to them. "He's like a muscle-y octopus! He got 540 kilograms!" The short boy exclaims, looking up to you, his eyes are wide and you notice a small droplet of saliva leaking from his mouth as he looks at you, but he's not looking at you. He's absolutely looking at your boobs. Lovely. "Add perverted grape gremlin to the list of people I've met."  You tell yourself in your head with a sigh.

ʚ♡ɞ

Third event, standing long jump, you do the same thing as you did for the 50 meter dash, simply using your webs to shoot across the full thing, which, believe it or not, was allowed. You cleared the sandbox with insane ease and walked away with a smirk. You notice Izuku is up next and turn around to see how he does. He lands inside the box and gets up with a small scowl. "Midoriya, you alright?" You ask after he's out of the box and dusting himself off. He's rambling to himself about an egg in a microwave... odd. "Midoriya?" You ask again, catching his attention. "Oh, hey (L/N)! What did you say?" He chuckles while scratching the back of his neck. You wave your hands slightly before speaking. "Oh, no worries! I was asking if you were alright, you seem... How do I word it... A bit frustrated?" You say with a small, concerned smile. "Yeah, I'm fine," He says shortly, he opens his mouth to keep speaking but shuts it before anything comes out.

ʚ♡ɞ

All the other events go great, and you're in no doubt this one will go any other way; the ball throw. You've been saving Adrenaline Rush up until now, knowing that it could make you pass out, you thought it would be smart to save it for the end, plus, you get to show off your sick ability to everyone.

Uraraka gets infinity, which everyone is surprised about, Izuku looks in all honesty terrified, which you frown at. To the side, you hear Iida talking. "If Midoriya doesn't shape up soon, he's the one going home." He says to no one in particular, but the hothead next to him just has to reply. "Huh? Of course he is! He's a quirkless loser." He snaps at Iida, pointing at the scared boy in the throwing circle.

"Would you knock it off, dude? You're being an asshole." You tell Katsuki, walking up to him and Iida with a glare, you're sick of him being an absolute prick, and it's time someone tells him to knock it off. "Hah? What did you just call me? I'll blast you all the way to Hell and back, bug!" He yells at you with Iida desperately trying to calm the two of you down, Uraraka is off to the side next to Iida trying her hardest as well. "You won't do a thing, boom boom boy, and spiders are arachnids, dumbass. If you were smart enough, you'd know that." You hiss to him, getting closer to him. He's fuming now, his hands are fizzing and sparking with explosions. "What'd you say to me?" He barks, his hands shoving you. "You heard me, boom boom boy." You snarl with a harsh glare before walking a few paces away and turning your attention back to Izuku, who's gotten into a throwing position. "This isn't over, I'll squash you like the useless bug you are!" He snaps at you. You ignore his childish attempts to make you upset and keep your eyes on Midoriya.

He goes to throw it, and he gets... 46 meters. You sit there with a confused look on your face before Aizawa speaks up. "I erased your quirk. The judges for this exam were not rational enough. Someone like you should never be allowed to enroll at this school." He informs with his scarf flying around him and eyes a bright red, his black hair is floating a bit above him while Izuku's eyes widen. "Wait, you did what to my-? Ah! Those goggles, I know you! You can look at someone and cancel out their powers, The Erasure Hero, Eraserhead!" Deku rambles a bit with sparkles of excitement in his eyes. Just like you, your classmates are a bit confused, you think you've heard of this Eraserhead guy before, but there's no way this homeless looking guy is a pro hero.

"You're not ready, you don't have control over your power. Were you planning to break your bones again and count on someone else to save your useless body?" Aizawa challenges with a harsh tone. "No! That's not what I was trying to do!" Izuku is quick to fire back, but before he can keep talking, Aizawa's scarf wraps around the boy and pulls him close. "No matter what your intentions are, you would be nothing more than a liability in battle. You have the same reckless passion as another overzealous hero I know, one who saved 1,000 people by himself and became a legend, but even with that drive, you're worthless if you can only throw a single punch before breaking down. Sorry, Midoriya, with your power, there's no way you can become a hero." Aizawa goes to say with the harshest wording you could probably imagine.

You turn your gaze from Aizawa to Deku, expecting tears to be lining his green eyes, but instead, he's glaring at the teacher in front of him. The scarf unravels and his hair falls back into place while you and your classmates sit in silence, watching the interaction unfold. "I've returned your impractical quirk. Take your final throw, hurry and get it over with." Aizawa instructs while walking towards the rest of the class, stopping off to the side. You hear classmates mumbling about what your teacher told Izuku, but brush it off since you're next. You let out a small breath and begin to stretch your arms.

You close your eyes and activate your sweet, oh so deliciously sweet Adrenaline Rush. You shake with delight as adrenaline rushes through your body at an incredible speed. Your eyes roll back slightly as your tongue runs over each canine. You haven't thought about it much this entire time, but you've had just a small feeling of adrenaline in your veins throughout the whole exam. You know you're not getting dead last, there's no way since you've done somewhere between good and great on every event that has led up to now, but the slight chance of getting expelled just puts a good rush into your body that's hard to ignore now. When you're focused on the scene in front of you, now letting the Adrenaline Rush settle into your body with that intoxicating tingle sensation, you see Izuku throw the ball, his finger turning a harsh red-purple color as the ball flies into the air. Everyone is surprised to see him throw an extraordinary 705.3 meters, just 0.1 more than Bakugo.

You can't tell what Deku says, but he looks at Aizawa with a pained expression with a smile with his fist clenched. Aizawa slowly claps as Deku walks towards the rest of the class who're congratulating him on his intense throw. "(L/N), come on up." Aizawa instructs, which you immediately comply with and walk up to the circle. You let out a shuddering breath as you feel a particularly strong surge of adrenaline as you prepare to throw the ball. You send a few strands of webs around the ball that're stronger than your usual, ensuring they won't rip or tear while you throw it.

"Fuck it..." You say to yourself as you shoot a few webs out to the point where the ball is hanging from a strand of web that's wrapped around your curled fist. You bite your lip until metallic tasting blood slips onto your tongue. You whirl the ball in a circular motion until it's so fast it's hard to contain, so with one last deep breath you throw it with a yell, detaching the webbing from your hand so the ball can fly. You let out a chuckle at the slight burn your hand feels from the intense friction on your hand as the ball flies through the air. You turn to look at Aizawa who's nodding with approval before he announces your distance. "692.85 meters. Not bad, (L/N). Next!" He announces with a small nod at you as you walk away from the rest of the group.

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Chapter .03 teaser quote: "Young (L/N)! Because you're our extra person, you'll be put with... How about team D!"

Chapter .03 will be posted on February 15, 2025

[rosiecosy]

tied to you˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

(dino x reader)

“we’re here!”

the door to the bridal suite slams open, and seventeen bursts in like an overenthusiastic stampede, their suits barely containing their energy.

“are you ready?” soonyoung practically vibrates. “are you nervous? do you wanna run? say the word, and i’ll cause a distraction.”

jeonghan rolls his eyes. “you just want an excuse to cause chaos.”

“yeah.”

seungkwan sighs dramatically, already dabbing at his eyes. “i just can’t believe chan is getting married before mingyu.”

“hey,” mingyu frowns. “what does that mean?”

you giggle, adjusting the lace on your dress. “it means chan’s just ahead of the game.”

seokmin gasps, clutching his chest. “oh my god, you’re defending him now. you really do love him.”

“that’s kinda the point,” joshua chuckles.

“no, no,” jun shakes his head. “the point is, she’s officially one of us now.”

minghao crosses his arms. “which means we can roast her, too.”

wonwoo nods. “we should prepare initiation.”

you snort. “you guys act like i haven’t been dealing with you for years.”

seungcheol steps forward, placing a warm hand on your shoulder. his voice softens. “but really—are you okay?”

you take a breath, heart swelling at the sight of them all, at the warmth in their eyes.

“i’m more than okay,” you say. “i’m ready.”

they collectively sigh in relief.

“good,” woozi says. “because chan’s been pacing for the past twenty minutes, and if we don’t start soon, i think he might combust.”

—

chan is, in fact, about to combust.

his tie feels too tight. his palms are sweating. he’s practically bouncing on the balls of his feet, ignoring mingyu’s amused snickers.

then—

the doors open.

his breath leaves his body.

it doesn’t make sense, how someone he sees every day—someone he already knows is the love of his life—can still stun him. but here you are, walking toward him, and he swears his heart might actually give out.

“breathe,” seungcheol mutters.

chan barely hears him.

you reach him, slipping your hand into his. his grip is warm, grounding, desperate.

“hi,” you whisper.

chan exhales, squeezing your hand like he can’t believe you’re real. “hi.”

the officiant starts talking, but chan only hears the way you giggle softly when he fumbles with the ring, the way your fingers linger against his when you slide his on.

then—

“you may now kiss the bride.”

seventeen erupts.

“DO IT PROPERLY!” soonyoung yells.

“USE TONGUE!” dk adds, earning a smack from seungkwan.

chan groans, covering his face. “oh my god, can you not?”

you laugh, grabbing his hands and tugging them down. “ignore them, husband.”

his breath stutters at the word.

husband.

chan doesn’t hesitate. he cups your face, lips pressing against yours, and the second he does, the cheers double—mingyu actually whistles.

but chan doesn’t care.

he just pulls you closer, arms tight around you, lips curling into a smile against yours.

when he finally pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours, voice full of wonder.

“we did it.”

you grin. “you’re stuck with me now.”

chan laughs, lifting you off your feet just because he can. “good. because i’m never letting you go.”

[elixirfromthestars]

My dearest, thank you so much!! 🥰❤️ I love designing events to host and coming up with themes and everything, I find it so fun!! 🫶🏼 Best of luck on your series, and if you do submit anything for my challenge, you know I will read it in a heartbeat!! 💖💖💖

WELCOME TO MY CINEMA! ˙✧˖°🎥 ༘ ⋆｡🎞️˚

As you all know, last August I opened a cafe (a.k.a. my cafe themed writing challenge). The response to that was so wonderful and I adored hosting it and reading every single one of your entries, and I'm thinking it's time I host a new one! ♡

This time I decided to rent out a private theater for all of us to sit and have a movie marathon! This writing challenge starts today and closes on March 30th! I will be traveling the last week of March and it would be the perfect time for me to catch up on reading all the entries (since I read & reblog every fic submitted). The masterlist of all entries will be posted sometime in the following days of me returning from my travels! (Just like my last writing challenge, if you see this anytime later or can’t make the deadline do not fret, if anything below inspires you, you are welcome to write and tag me so I can read it and add your submission to the masterlist♡)

Below are the rules, prompts, and guidelines ♡

who you can write for: all marvel characters are welcome / any fictional sebastian stan or chris evans characters are welcome too (any characters they’ve portrayed based on real life people will not be accepted though!!) I will be expanding this from my last challenge and accepting submissions for characters from Top Gun Maverick & Twisters 2024. (please keep it to x reader fics only!!)

some general guidelines: Below I’ve provided a number of different scenes, quotes, and songs for inspiration ♡ Anyone can use as many as they'd like and even mix and match however you’d like!! If you use any please let me know somewhere in the post! If nothing below inspires you, you can always submit something with inspiration from a scene/dialogue exchange from another movie or tv show, just please let us know where the inspiration came from!! :) here's the catch though -> the scene/dialogue exchange has to come from another movie or tv show that is not from the one the character is originally from. For example, if you write for Bucky Barnes, the scene/dialogue exchange has to come from another movie or tv show that is not from Marvel. 18+ fics are welcome, just please add warnings! Entries are not limited, you are welcome to submit as many entries as you'd like! Any length of fics are welcome, but if it’s over 500 words please add the “keep reading” option. If you write something as part of a bigger series, please write your submission as a standalone ♡

what is not accepted: no dark fics, anything involving minors, incest, rape, noncon/dubcon... (You can always message/inbox me to ask questions.)

how to enter: please tag me and use #elixirscinema when you post ♡ i’ll leave a like (from my main blog @saturnsflowers) to let you know I saw it and reblog it to this blog once I read it :) I love reading and leaving comments on all submissions, so please be patient with me if I don't get to yours right away! also, let me know if I haven’t interacted with your post after a few days in case I missed it! You can send me a reminder through my inbox or dm, thank you! ♡♡♡

Happy writing! My inbox is always open for any questions or comments!! ♡ 

These trailers are all so exciting! Did any of them pique your interest?

˙✧˖°🎥 ༘ ⋆｡🎞️˚ For scenes, you can use any of the ones below or use one or more from any movie/tv show you'd like! You can use the dialogue, the themes, the moments, the dynamic, etc of the scene to inspire your writing. It doesn't necessarily have to be word for word or match the scene exactly nor entirely, it just has to inspire you in some way! Below I have different scenes linked for inspiration, but again you are free to use any scene(s) from anywhere else to inspire you!! ♡

📖 ...✩ Why didn't you write me? — The Notebook

🦊 ...✩ "I love you." / "It'll pass." — Fleabag S2

⛲️ ...✩ I loathe you... — The Princess Diaries 2

🩺 ...✩ Are you telling me you love me? — The Artful Dodger

🐎 ...✩ You're the bane of my existence... — Bridgerton S2

🗡 ...✩ That's not how you hold a dagger. — My Lady Jane

🗞 ...✩ You can’t lose something you never had. — How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days

🪶 ...✩ I burn for you... - Bridgerton S1

🖊 ...✩ You are my exception. — He’s Just Not That Into You

👒 ...✩ Don't marry him. — Little Women

🏹 ...✩ I do... I need you. — The Hunger Games: Catching Fire

🌊 ...✩ I thought that we loved each other... — The Summer I Turned Pretty S2

🪵 ...✩ There is no one like you... — To All The Boys I've Loved Before

🚢 ...✩ You jump I jump, remember? — Titanic

🪩 ...✩ Doesn't what I said mean anything to you? — When Harry Met Sally

🎸 ...✩ You were paid to take me out? — 10 Things I Hate About You

🫧 ...✩ You're looking way too hot right now... — Love, Rosie

🐚 ...✩ Are you engaged to that beautiful woman? — Mamma Mia Here We Go Again

💌 ...✩ Break my heart into a thousand pieces... — To All The Boys: P.S. I Still Love You

🏛...✩ I am never going to be over you. — Scandal

I’m going to get some snacks before the marathon starts. Do you want anything? Here’s the menu:

🍫 ✩｡⋆⸜ "They warned me about you, I should have listened."

🥨 ✩｡⋆⸜ "No. No, stop. Stop talking like that. You're going to be fine."

🍪 ✩｡⋆⸜ "Of course I came for you. It would take far much more than that to stop me."

🍟 ✩｡⋆⸜ Realizing they're in love.

🍭 ✩｡⋆⸜ "It was just a kiss. It changed nothing between us."

🧋✩｡⋆⸜ "We're not just friends and you fucking know it."

🥤✩｡⋆⸜ "I have loved you from the moment I laid my eyes on you."

🍬 ✩｡⋆⸜ "Are you flirting with me?" — "You finally noticed?"

🍿 ✩｡⋆⸜ "Just stay. We can figure everything else out later. Right now, just stay."

🍦✩｡⋆⸜ "If there's really nothing going on between the two of you, you don't mind if I ask ___ out on a date, do you?"

🍕✩｡⋆⸜ "I cannot stand you, and yet, I also cannot stand to be away from you."

🍗 ✩｡⋆⸜ "Wait a minute. Are you jealous?"

🥪 ✩｡⋆⸜ "Do I need to remind you that we're not actually married?"

🍩 ✩｡⋆⸜ "If you don't love me, prove it then. Prove to me you've never felt something towards me. Look at me."

🌭 ✩｡⋆⸜ "You kissed me last night." — "And you didn't stop me."

🍔 ✩｡⋆⸜ "What if I told you I've been in love with you since we were kids?"

🥗 ✩｡⋆⸜ "Is this what you wanted, huh? Making me fall in love with you just—just to fucking leave? Do you really expect me to be okay with that?"

🌯 ✩｡⋆⸜ "I love you." — "You shouldn't."

🧁✩｡⋆⸜ "If you leave now, you lose everything. You lose me."

🧃✩｡⋆⸜ "I think we need to talk."

🍧 ✩｡⋆⸜ “I don’t owe you an explanation.”

🍰 ✩｡⋆⸜ “Kiss me.”

🍨 ✩｡⋆⸜ “It's storming, why are you here?"

Let's check out the songs on these soundtracks. Do you like any of them?

˙✧˖°🎥 ༘ ⋆｡🎞️˚ Feel free to use the lyrics below, the entire feel of the song, or any other lyrics in the song! The playlist is below in case you want to go through and listen to the songs while you write ♡

Black and White "Now, we're sittin' here in your livin' room. Tellin' stories while we share a drink or two, and there's a vision I've been holdin' in my mind. We're 65 and you ask when did I first know? I always knew." — Niall Horan

Cinema "Do you think I'm cool too? Or am I too into you? Tell me what you want and you got it, love. I want all of you, gimme all you got." — Harry Styles

Death Wish Love "And I'll ask the stars at night, how I can slow the time. God, I'm so terrified that I'm gonna lose you. And I'll die if I do." — Benson Boone

Exile "I think I've seen this film before, and I didn't like the ending. You're not my homeland anymore, so what am I defending now? You were my town. Now I'm in exile, seein' you out." — Taylor Swift

Happier Than Ever "And I don't talk shit about you on the internet. Never told anyone anything bad. 'Cause that shit's embarrassing, you were my everything, and all that you did was make me fucking sad. So don't waste the time I don't have, and don't try to make me feel bad." — Billie Eilish

Hold My Hand "Pull me close, wrap me in your aching arms. I see that you're hurtin', why'd you take so long to tell me you need me? I see that you're bleeding, you don't need to show me again. But if you decide to, I'll ride in this life with you. I won't let go 'til the end." — Lady Gaga

I Like Me Better "I like me better when I'm with you. I don't know what it is, but I got that feeling. Wakin' up in this bed next to you. Swear the room, yeah, got no ceiling. If we lay, let the day just pass us by. I might get to too much talking. I might have to tell you somethin'" — Lauv

Iris "And I'd give up forever to touch you, 'cause I know that you feel me somehow. You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be, and I don't wanna go home right now." — The Goo Goo Dolls

John Hughes Movie "Maybe if I'd reined it in, you wouldn't wanna kiss somebody else. And you don't owe me anything, so I'm just gonna walk home by myself. And it's not like I've been crying, no. There's just smoke in my eyes." — Maisie Peters

Love Again "Show me that heaven's right here, baby. Touch me so I know I'm not crazy. Never have I ever met somebody like you. Used to be afraid of love and what it might do, but goddamn, you got me in love again." — Dua Lipa

Love The Hell Out Of You "I'm gonna love the hell out of you. Take all the pain that you're going through. I'll bring you heaven if that's what you need. 'Cause you've always loved the hell out of me." — Lewis Capaldi

McKay & Cassie "Console me, don't let me go, baby. Ain't nobody gonna hurt you, so feed me with those pretty lies. 'Cause there ain't no escaping those ocean eyes. Oh, baby, I'll kill anybody that hurt you." — Labrinth

Movies "In my head, we're dancing in the dark. In my head, we kiss under the stars, but we know that's not what we're doing. 'Cause, baby, this ain't like the movies... I want a love like the movies." — Conan Gray

My Tears Ricochet "I didn't have it in myself to go with grace. And you're the hero flying around, saving face. And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake? Cursing my name, wishing I stayed. Look at how my tears ricochet." — Taylor Swift

Slow Motion "Dreaming 'bout you sinkin' into my bed. Dizzy, I see stars all around my head. Liftin' me up to the moon and back again. You're my lucky penny, yeah, you just make sense. I like to keep my cool, but you're divine. Mother Nature must've taken her time. Come on, take me away, I'll let you drive." — Alessia Cara

So Hot You're Hurting My Feelings "And I'm out at a party, they're playin' our song. I cry on the dance floor, it's so embarrassing. Don't send me photos, you're makin' it worse. 'Cause you're so hot, it's hurtin' my feelings. I get a little lonely. Get a little more close to me. You're the only one who knows me, babe." — Caroline Polachek

The Way I Loved You "I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain. It's 2 a.m. and I'm cursing your name. I'm so in love that I acted insane and that's the way I loved you. Breaking down and coming undone, it's a roller coaster kind of rush. And I never knew I could feel that much and that's the way I loved you." — Taylor Swift

Unsaid Emily "If I could take us back, if I could just do that. And write in every empty space the words "I love you" in replace. Then maybe time would not erase me. If you could only know, I never let you go. And the words I most regret are the ones I never meant to leave unsaid..." — Julie and the Phantoms

You Could Start A Cult "Lately, what I know of reality. I let go of it happily when I look in your eyes. Mm, swear it's true. No mountain that I wouldn't move or sea I wouldn't part in two. To wake up by your side is all I wanna do." — Niall Horan & Lizzy McAlpine

1 Step Forward, 3 Steps Back "It's one step forward and three steps back. I'm the love of your life until I make you mad. It's always one step forward and three steps back. Do you love me, want me, hate me? Boy, I don't understand." — Olivia Rodrigo

playlist for the songs above can be found here: 🎞️✮⋆˙

to my lovely mutuals, please don’t feel pressured to participate or share, just thought I’d share this with you all ♡  

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I am new to the Top Gun Maverick & Twisters fanfic communities, (I've only just recently started writing for some characters), so I will be tagging some writers whose work I have in my to be read 🥺♡♡ To those who I've tagged, please feel free to ignore and don't feel pressured at all to share!! I just thought I'd reach out to a few writers in those communities, since I mainly have only marvel mutuals/followers ♡♡

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╰┈➤ A moment to love

☪Scenarios while in a relationship: Hsr men ☪Includes: Boothill, Sunday, Jing yuan, Dan heng, Blade ☪No defined pronouns or gender, - I try to keep this as unspecified as possible. Not proofread. ☪Get a happy little post cause I managed to get Boothill (It was almost hard pity and guaranteed but y'know 🙏😼)

ׂ╰┈➤ • ➵ ✩ Date nights with Boothill You sat staring at your reflection in the floor length mirror that sat idly in the far corner of your shared bedroom, skimming your gaze over your rather formal appearance. Your neatly ironed clothes clung to you like a second skin, appearing as if they were nothing less than made for you. it was... nice A rather harsh knock interrupted you, the sound of metal colliding with wood becoming familiar to you over the time spent in your relationship. Your gaze flickered to the side of the mirror that showed a clear display of the door as it creaked open, a familiar cyborg stepping into the room you alone occupied moments prior. Boothills usual outfit was replaced with something more fitting for the occasion, a white button up shirt tucked half-heartedly into his black dress pants- though his hat remained as though it was part of him. You watched as his metallic hand worked on cuffing his sleeves, cotton slipping from the smooth steel of his fingertips as he let out a sigh that was more disappointment than annoyance. You turned at seeing the defeated look on his face, meeting his eyes gray, black rimmed eyes as he finally gave up on his rather unfamiliar choice of clothing. You took a few brisk steps towards him as he remained unmoving, eyes trained to your figure as if you'd disappear if his attention dropped for a mere second. The warm skin of your palms pressed against his robotic forearm, fingers moving carefully to cuff the sleeves as he usually wore them on his cropped jacket. The feeling of your lingering touch finally snapped him out of the seeming trance that he was caught in, causing him to give you crooked grin. "Darlin', Have I ever told ya how fudging breathtakin' you are?"

You couldn't help but laugh at the awkwardness radiating off your lover, watching him struggle to form a coherent sentence, much like he was transported back to your first date. Boothill never grew past his initial affection for you, acting like he fell in love with you for the first time each day as if it was a ritual. His face leaned down towards you, your hands coming to cradle his face as he pressed a loving kiss to your lips. His own hand raised about his head, grabbing his hat off his head before moving to place it comfortably on you. His arm dropped, fingers lacing with yours as your hands dropped to your side, him pulling you forward as he spun to step out your bedroom door. Your own steps fell in time with his, the soft thuds on carpet mixing together like a smooth melody as you moved towards the front entrance, almost knocking your phone off the counter as you swipe it in your rushed movements. You catch yourself before you can fall into Boothills back at the abrupt stop he halts at, struggling with unlocking the front door due to his refusal of releasing your hand from his own. As soon as the door swings open, he's quick to pull it shut after you both pass the frame. Your legs are forced to move at an uncomfortable pace, occasionally stumbling as he practically drags you towards the elevator at the end of the hall. "Sorry bout this lovely, but I have all the time to admire you later. Right now we better haul ash before we miss our forkin' reservation."

ׂ╰┈➤ ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Late nights with Sunday

You sat embraced in a comforting silence, focusing on the arms wrapped tightly around your waist and the soft breath that caressed the back of your neck like a whisper. You could feel the gentle touch of feathers as they ruffled against your cheek, catching a glimpse of small wings stretching within the corner of your eye. Sunday was careful when he moved his hand to your hip, running his thumb in circles over your side as he buried his face into the back of your head. You both lay undisturbed in your shared room on the Astral Express, the silence that encased the hall past the shut door gave you the needed indication of the other nameless likely already asleep. The buzz of the ventilation above your head was the only noise that echoed through the room, drowning out your drowsiness as you laid restless beneath the thick sheets that covered your bodies. A questioning hum cuts through the quiet atmosphere, overpowering the sound from the vents as the hand on your side stills. As if he could sense something wrong, the body pressed against your back lifts as Sunday moves to a sitting position, back pressed against the wall above your bed. You shift to follow his motion, meeting his golden irises that seemed to pierce through the darkness like alight embers. When you sit beside him, you feel his arm snake around your back and return to your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to his radiating warmth. "Is something bothering you, angel? Your reply came in a shake of your head, leaning against his chest and listening to the slow melody of his heart beat. A small not tired leaving you as you felt his uncovered fingertips slip up your body, coming to a stop on your head as he runs his hand over your hair Sunday held no complaints as he simply held you, cradling you as if you were something so delicate that could break at a sudden movement. He found himself talking about anything that came to mind, from your time together on Penacony with Robin to the endless possibilities of being a nameless presented to you both. It came to him naturally, feeling you relax and listening to the change in your breathing as you boarded on the edge of consciousness. He found himself humming to you, a melody that resided in the back of his mind, a memory from his childhood that he couldn't place to a face. It was something he had the desire to share with you, something that belonged to him that only those he loved were worthy of. Something only you were worthy of. When he was sure you had lost since fallen asleep, he pulled you further onto his lap to ensure you were comfortable, pressing a soft peck to your temple as he pulled the blanket around you. He was sure he would wake up in the morning with a sore back from his sitting position against the hard wall, but for you he'd do it every night. "Sleep well, my dear."

ׂ╰┈➤ -`♡´- Waking up with Jing yuan

The soft padding on a morning shower tapped against the glass pane above your shared bed, a sliver of sunlight peaking through the closed blinds. Jing yuan laid with his arm wrapped tightly around your waist, hand resting on the small of your back. His other arm served as a pillow for you, hair tickling at his upper arm below the weight of your head. He crossed waking you up off his list of options, not minding the peace of sleeping in with you despite the work he had piled up on his desk, waving off his duties as the general to the displeasure of some. He found himself bordering on returning to his slumber as he waited for you to wake, wanting to spend the most part of his morning holding you close. His eyes closed as he pulled you impossibly closer, holding you as if you'd leave if his grasp faltered. Against his better judgement, Jing yuan had fallen back asleep mere minutes before you began to stir. You sat listening to the rain fall from beyond the walls of your home, watching the raindrops through the curtain as they slipped down the cool glass in streams as if racing. Your body felt overly warm, only being further heated from the large body pressed into you, snuggling into you like you were a stuffed toy. Your hand came to his face, swiping the snowy bangs that covered his eye before resting your palm on his cheek, watching as his face twitched at the fresh contact. You sat admiring how he seemed to glow under the morning sun, fingertips gently caressing the side of his face as he slept soundlessly. You began moving your hands through his hair, massaging at his scalp with your nails as you passed through his dense strands, unruly without the hold of his usual red ribbon. You could feel him move slightly, hearing a shift in his breathing as he let out a displeased groan. You watched as Jing yuan cracked a single golden eye open, peaking at you as you continued to gently comb through his hair with your hands. It took a few moments before he looked at you properly, blinking to clear his blurred vision. "Dove, just wait a little longer yeah..."

Your eyes rolled almost on instinct, being accustomed to his lazed habits when it came to him dozing off. Strong arms pulled you back as you moved to sit up, dragging you to lay down beside him again, ignoring your pleas to let you get up for a drink. He ignored the way your glare felt like it was burning holes into the top of his head, opting to pull you closer to him as an alternative. You let out an annoyed sigh, though it didn't hold much power behind it as you let him nuzzle into you. Just as you were about to give in completely, likely falling back asleep until sometime mid day, your saviour came in the soft thuds of smaller footsteps from beyond your bedroom door. You turned your head to look at the entrance as it opened, a somewhat small blond boy standing fully dressed- Yanqing. You watched as he walked to Jing yuans side of the bed, aggressively shaking the larger mans shoulders while rushing through his words, barely being processed by you with how adamant the boy was. "General, get up! You promised to take me back to the markets today. You said I could get that sword I saw last week!" A chuckle erupted from your throat at how much energy the young boy had so early, though when it came to swords he was always hyped. Much to his own displeasure, Jing yuan slowly began to pull himself from under the covers. Finally being free from his arms, you pushed yourself to sit on the edge of your bed as you watched Yanqing run out of the bedroom, taking a sharp left towards the kitchen. Jing yuan slowly stood from the bed, opting to sluggishly walk around to where you sat to give you his daily morning kiss, turning with his hand tangled in his hair as he began walking towards where the young boy just exited from. "I'll go start on breakfast, Can't keep that one out of trouble for long. I'll call you when it's ready my love."

ׂ╰┈➤ ୨♡୧ Relaxing with Dan heng

The archives were mostly quiet, excluding the hum of the vents and the quiet sound of pages being turned. You sat on the floor, legs crossed as you leaned against your lovers shoulder to support yourself, book resting in your hands against your knee. Dan heng found himself in a somewhat similar position to your own, head instead leaning against the top of yours as he read through a mix of files you hadn't bothered to overly examine. The silence built between you two was that of a comforting one, simply basking in each others presence as you indulged in your own thing. Despite your insistence of wanting to read the book in your grasp, the words seemed to blur together the longer you tried to understand the story, simply losing interest when it didn't come together as you had wished. An annoyed huff left you as you slammed the book shut, still being mindful of the concentrated man next to you. The book became an added weight against your leg as you closed your eyes against his shoulder. You sat in the same position for a bit longer before shifting, struggling to find a comfortable position to sit in while Dan heng did his work as the Expresses archivist.

You felt a cold hand make contact with the skin of your thigh, causing you to jolt as you looked at the culprit. His eyes remained trained on the documents in his hand, but you could tell his attention had flicked to you. "Love, is something the matter?" His voice was smooth, seemingly unbothered, though you could tell the slight hint in worry that adjusted within his tone. Instead of giving a verbal reply, you rested your hand atop of his as you traced his veins with your fingertip. As if he could read your mind, after finishing the next sentence he put the paper into the neat pile that sat on his other side, pulling you up as he rose to his feet. You followed him as he made his way out of the room, through the halls until you reached the Parlor car. The room was oddly quiet, only having pompom who sat in the car corner tending to one of the plants. Dan heng was quick to pull you onto his lap as he dropped onto one of the couches, wrapping his arms around you as his head made it's way onto your shoulder. Your hand moved to the back of his neck in return, holding him against you as you ran your fingers against the thick material of his collar. He shifted slightly under you, wiggling his phone from his pocket before placing it where you both could see it, clicking through things to find something that piqued your interest. You sat as the silence eventually returned, scrolling through mostly random news articles looking for anything interesting near where the Express currently resided. An hour seemed to pass within minutes, holding each other comfortably before you heard the door to the Parlor Car open, causing you to push yourself off him and to instead fill the space beside him.

You watched as Dan heng seemed to glare at March and Stelle/ Caelus as they entered, chatting loudly before stopping at the realisation they weren't alone. March was quick to try dragging you away from your lover, saying something about wanting to show you her new photos from the planet they were exploring.

You were going to reject before you felt the push of a large hand on your back, Dan heng giving you a nod when you turned to look at him. "We have all tonight together, give her an hour and she'll get bored."

ׂ╰┈➤ ♱✮♱ Late night drives with Blade

The buzz of traffic seemed to melt together with the night, being drowned out by the wind as you drove through the streets of Penacony. Your eyes trained to the bandaged hands that wrapped around the steering wheel, watching as they simply rest against it with no move to control the vehicle, letting the self-driving work as it pleased. Blade gave him a look between annoyance and questioning, waiting for you to meet his eyes before cocking his brow at you. A deep hum left him as he waited for you to ask something you obviously had on your mind "Are you like sure you can drive? I'd be shocked if you actually had a licence." To say he looked offended was putting it simply, with the way the corner of his mouth twitched downwards. His gaze switched back to the road in front of you both, reaching into his pocked to pull out a sleek black wallet. After getting a better grip on the leather wallet, he tosses it towards you, landing on your lap as you lifted it in confusion. Taking his nod towards it as the sign to go ahead, pulling it open to see a mix of cards. The one that catches your eye is in the clear pocket at the front, a small photo of Blade sitting to the side looking ever so displeased at his sole existence. No. fucking. way.

A shocked sound coming from your throat sounding something between a cough and gasp, looking between the picture and the actual man next to you. You don't know who decided giving the most suicidal maniac a driving licence, but you guess that just confirms anything is possible. "You're actually insane, be glad you're hot or I would not be in a car with you. ever." From the corner of your eye you could see him smirk, obviously gaining some sort of satisfaction from your double sided compliment. You feel his oddly cold hand run up your thigh, bandages rubbing harshly against your smooth skin under the pressure he applied. Blades hand stayed there the rest of the trip, gently moving to caress your skin every so often. You fell into idle chatter, inquiring about how Firefly has been the past few days since you had seen her, knowing he had helped her get around the city of sins. Despite the barrier between you both, you had grown a liking towards the younger girl, being that of a sister figure. The conversation continued to flow until you watched as you finally pulled into the building of your destination. At the feeling of the vehicle stopping, you unbuckled your seatbelt and turned to face blade to discuss the next part of the script, letting out a surprised squeak at his face being mere inches away from yours. His hand moved from your thigh to your waist, pulling you closed as his face dropped to the side of your neck. You could feel the tickle of his Ombre hair against your bare skin, only processing it for a second before the sting of teeth pressing into the side of your neck. A yelp slipped past your lips as he unlatched himself, pressing his lips softly against the blooming mark before moving to place a hard kiss to your lips. He pulled away as quickly as it started, undoing his own seatbelt before opening his door and stepping out. "Come, we must not keep Kafka waiting"