#((it's a completely silly idea that popped into my head but i just couldn't help but share it!))

[theheadlessgroom]

https://www.tumblr.com/beatingheart-bride/717528183240540160/beatingheart-bride-theheadlessgroom

@beatingheart-bride

At the gentle murmur of the word, Randall was briefly captivated by her gaze, finding himself lost in the strange beauty of her face: Not just the golden glow of her eyes, but the glittering scales, seeming to shimmer in the dim light of the room, the sheen of her flaxen locks framing her face, the angular nature of her fins...it was all so beautiful, and it reminded him that he needed to add some color to that drawing he’d done of her the night before...

…but he eventually snapped himself out of his reverie, blinking a little as he touched his cheek, saying, “U-Uh, yes, p-pink, yes, uh, w-we humans, um, we sometimes t-turn pink, you know, um, it’s just, uh...something we do...i-it’s not a bad thing, just something we...we do...”

He smiled at her, his cheeks turning from pink to red at the notion of her noticing this change (which, again, only served to make him blush harder), wondering to himself if sirens ever did anything similar...did their cheeks ever warm upon looking up at someone they were enamored by, he wondered?

And if so, would her cheeks ever warm when she looked at him, the way his did when he looked at her?

[ceesimz]

Relationship Test

(this isn't gonna be the most description-heavy fic, it's mostly dialogue but I wanted to write this because I think the dynamic of 'gf asking stupid questions to annoy their partner' is really entertaining)

Realistically, Leah should have known from the moment the following question came out of your mouth that you were about to enter an incredibly annoying phase.

"Leah, if I was any supermarket, out of all the ones in the UK, which one would I be?"

She simply turned her head to look at you, completely thrown off by the question. A few moments passed by of her trying to suss you out, figuring out what on earth she should reply to that, before she paused the show you were both watching and took a deep breath.

"Is this a joke or is that a genuine question babe?" She finally replied.

You shrugged a shoulder, fighting off a grin, and looked expectantly at her.

"A genuine question."

Leah once again just stared at you. Where to even begin? Surely, there was no right answer here.

"What one do you think you would be?" She deflected the question, but you just shook your head.

"Good try, but I asked you."

She groaned and threw her head back.

"My love, I have absolutely no idea! I don't look at you and think, 'ah yeah, you are an Aldi', I don't know what you're trying to get at!" She cried out, eyes wide and hands gesturing wildly.

"An Aldi?" You gasped, dramatically feigning offence, even going so far as bringing a hand to your chest to give the full effect. "Leah, that's fucking low!"

"No, I didn't call you an Aldi, babe, I just used it as an example because it's a weird question to ask!"

"Yeah but that was the first one that came to your head! An Aldi, really? Unbelievable. I thought you would have valued me higher than that. Maybe a Tesco at least, but nooo, my girlfriend thinks I'm an Aldi." You sighed and refused to meet her gaze, turning to the paused TV screen and smiling to yourself as you heard her take a deep breath.

"Darling, you are a woman, not a supermarket. I value you higher than I value you myself, okay? It was just a silly question, let's not think too deeply about it." You shook your head once more and stood up from your place on the sofa, storming out the room. "No, babe, where are you going?"

Before you rounded the corner of the lounge, you sent her a cheeky grin and laughed.

"Just the toilet, Le, don't worry." You stated simply, then walked out.

That left the blonde sat stressing to herself whilst also being utterly perplexed at what had just occurred. When you walked back in a few moments later, she still looked visibly shell-shocked, which you couldn't help but giggle at.

"Earth to my girlfriend?" You teased, slotting yourself onto her lap and knocking on her forehead with a knuckle.

"You are something else, I swear." She sighed, a humoured smile on her face as she placed a kiss on your cheek.

Leah survived all of two days before the next one was fired her way, this time, on the drive home from Arsenal training. The pair of you were exhausted, having had a match the day before then being thrown into early morning training the next day. But that didn't stop you from exercising your newfound love.

"Hey Le?" You start, Leah humming. "If I died, would you fall in love again with another person?"

Leah's eyes almost popped out of their sockets at that one. She was still driving, so she couldn't even take a glance at you as she navigated through the London traffic.

"Sorry?" She choked out, sitting up in her seat.

"Would you move on and find another person after me?"

"Is this... a test?" Leah wondered, and it's so hard not to laugh at the hint of nerves clear in her voice.

"I'm just curious." You shrugged nonchalantly.

"I... well, that's a bit of a loaded question, babe." She breathed out, eyebrows furrowed down as she's overridden with countless thoughts. "I mean, first of all I'd be fucking devastated, my love."

"Not what I asked." You told her, to which she panicked more.

"I..." She stuttered over an answer. "I don't know, it would depend I guess?"

"Are you serious?" You begin to argue, Leah wincing and slouching her shoulders. "What do you mean?"

"I have no clue, babe! Sorry for not giving a valid answer, because I don't want to think about you dying!"

"Chill, Le, I'm just teasing you." She dropped her head back against the head rest and groans.

"You are gonna be the death of me." Leah grumbled, glancing at you out of the corner of her eye.

"But seriously though, would you?"

"I swear to f-"

That last one was indeed a bit loaded, so you gave her a week's respite before the next one came. This time? In the cinema, as the adverts played before your chosen film.

"Love?" You whispered, nudging her arm that held her phone. She put it down on the arm rest and turned to you with a soft smile. "I've had a thought that's been plaguing me a bit recently."

"You wanna talk about it here?" Leah frowned, gently taking your hand as you nod. "Okay, my darling, out with it."

"Do you prefer my face or my body?"

Leah stared at you for a solid ten seconds before her body deflated and she dropped your hand. She chuckled to herself and pinched the bridge of her nose, mumbling something under her breath.

"This is another one of those questions, innit." She sighed, turning to you to get confirmation. However, you offered no emotion or reaction. "Tell me, for this one, if this is a genuine... insecurity I need to tackle properly, or if this is another bullshit question."

"I want to know, Leah." You stated. She still couldn't tell if you were serious.

"I prefer your face, my love." She replied truthfully, because that was genuinely her answer.

"Why?" You challenged, still void of emotion.

"Because... that's what I fell in love with first. Your eyes and all the emotions you hold in them, not to mention how beautiful they are. Your smile that immediately makes me smile no matter what I'm going through. Your little freckles, your nose, your eyelashes that I'm still jealous of to this day. Your face was the first impression I got of you, my first glimpse getting to know you. So if you held me at gunpoint and told me to choose, I would say your face. Your body is absolutely beautiful and incredible of course, but you could have no arms and eleven toes and I'm almost certain I'd still love you." Leah answered.

To be honest, that is definitely not what you were expecting. You didn't think a stupid question found in a Tik Tok video captioned 'Questions To Start An Argument' could lead to such a heartfelt admission.

"Oh." Was all you said. "I was supposed to argue back at you."

"What?" She laughed, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pecking your cheek.

"I was supposed to argue and say 'so you don't like this or that about my body' but you kind of took my breath away." You explained with a sheepish smile on your face.

"My love, you know I think you're the most beautiful woman in the world, both your face and your body, but if I could only have one forever, it would be your face. Zero hesitation." Leah admitted. You blushed heavily and hid your face in her neck. "Not to say I wouldn't miss your body. You would miss it too, I know you love when I-"

"Nope!" You slapped a hand over her mouth, knowing exactly where this conversation was heading. "Just because we are in the back row of a cinema does not mean you can start saying things like that."

Leah smirked behind your hand and shrugged a shoulder.

"Your loss, baby."

The next one came when you lay awake in bed with Leah one morning a few days later. You were both lay on your stomachs, your hand gliding over Leah's back under her shirt as you gave her the back scratches she demanded with the promise of paying for breakfast in return. Admittedly, you were more of a morning person than Leah was, hence why the following question came to your mind at 8am whilst she could barely think. Was it possibly a bit unfair to ask such a layered question at a time you knew her mind wasn't as sharp as it could be? Absolutely not.

"Leah, could we discuss a hypothetical situation for a moment?" You asked. She opened one eye and looke at you with a face of disgust.

"Too early." She grumbled, closing her eye again and sighing.

"Okay." You left it for a few moments, before asking anyway. "If someone offered you money to go completely non-contact with me for three months, what's the lowest amount of money you'd accept it for?"

"What?" Leah glared at you, resting up on her elbows as she pushed her hair back out of her face. You went to repeat the question, but she shook her head and interrupted you. "I heard you. I mean, what the fuck kind of question is that?"

"Just curious." You shrugged, shifting to lay on your back and look up at her.

"I wouldn't do that." She said, plain and simple.

"It's only three months. What if it was for like, a million? That's three months of doing nothing for a ton of money, babe. That's a life-changing amount of money." You commented with a grin.

"Would you accept that?" She asked, outraged.

"Of course!" You answered immediately. Leah shook her head and threw the duvet off of her, jumping out of bed. "Come ooooon! You'd accept that too, surely?"

"You are a fucking wind-up." She grumbled, stepping into her slippers and leaving the room.

You stayed in bed with an amused smile, settling back down and wrapping yourself up with the duvet, until a voice came from the other room.

"I'd do it for free if you keep up with these stupid questions!"

At that, you jumped out of bed and ran to meet her in the kitchen, an endless amount of colourful expletives leaving your mouth on the way there.

A busy few weeks followed that morning, so your habit took a backseat to focus on an intense set of games. It slipped your mind completely, until one night when some of the Arsenal girls were around at Leah's apartment, waiting to watch one of the men's champions league games. When a multitude of irritated groans echoed around the lounge at the announcement of the game being postponed for a short while, you grinned to yourself from your place on the sofa beside Leah.

"Girls, I know how to keep us entertained in the meantime." You announced.

"We can't do karaoke again, last time I almost got kicked out of the flat." Leah looked at you with a raised eyebrow in warning.

She was referring to an incident that occurred a few months back - a team bonding evening where you, Leah, and the majority of your teammates had a movie night that led to an intense karaoke session. Consequently, a few of the neighbouring apartments reported such event to the building's security team which resulted in a knock at Leah's door and a noise complaint letter being handed to her.

"Not karaoke, babe. Something better." You wiggled your eyebrows at the other girls and stood up from your seat. "Le, come on, help me get two stools from the kitchen."

"What are you planning?" She asked in a hushed tone as you led her to the kitchen.

"You'll see." You shrugged with a smirk, picking up one of the chairs and gesturing for Leah to do the same. Then, you wandered back to the lounge and placed your stool down in front of the TV, Leah doing the same. "Leah, take a seat."

Some of the girls whispered between themselves at the scene carrying out in front of them, getting a great view of what was about to occur.

"Babe, I swear-"

"Sit down, Leah Williamson!" You demanded, grabbing your phone from the couch.

"Oo, government name!" Beth teased, Leah glaring at her and doing as she was told.

You sat there in silence for a brief moment, trying to find the list on your phone that had been neglected for a little while. Once you'd found it, you looked at Leah across from you in her chair and cleared your throat.

"Leah, this is a relationship test." You stated.

Leah's face fell as the girls laughed loudly at her reaction, her mouth opening and closing like a goldfish whilst she tried to find a response.

"Right now?" She replied, you nodding with a smug grin.

"Yep. I have a series of questions for you that you must answer. No cop-outs, no deflections, just the truth."

"This is gonna be good." Jen smirked, knowing what was about to occur. It had been her that sent you the video about it in the first place, little did she know she had planted such an entertaining seed in your mind.

"Ready?" You asked with an excited smile.

"No, I never agreed to this!" Leah cried out, looking helplessly at her teammates who simply laughed again.

"Suck it up, Leah!" Steph shouted, Beth grinning manically from beside her.

"First question!" You announced, the room falling quiet. "What is your biggest fear?"

"That's not a relationship question!" Kyra exclaimed, earning a smack on the knee from Caitlin.

"I don't know, dying?" Leah replied with a shrug.

"Wrong!" You respond.

"How's that wrong, it's my fear?!" She cried.

"The correct answer was: losing me." You revealed, the room bursting into laughter. You couldn't help yourself and joined in too as Leah groaned and covered her face with her hands.

"I know what this is gonna be now." She grumbled, looking back at you and waiting for the next question.

"Next question." You said, silencing the room. "If a genie offered you three wishes, but if you accepted them, there was a ten percent chance you lost me forever, would you take them?"

"Yeah because I would use a wish to get you back." Leah said with a shrug, thinking she had caught you out.

"Wrong. That's not possible." You shook your head shamefully at her.

"And how was I supposed to know that then?" She hit back, but you shrugged back at her.

"Not my problem." You stated as the girls laughed at Leah's eye roll. "Next. Would you rather never play football again or never have sex with me again?"

That one almost knocked Leah off her seat.

"How am I supposed to answer that?" Her cheeks were bright red as she argued, completely at a loss for words right now.

How had a quiet night watching the football, turned into her being the butt of the joke?

"You have to answer it, love." You lowered your phone and fixed her with a pressuring glare, everyone else in the room looking at her expectantly as they held in their laughter.

"Babe, I..." She stuttered, glancing around at her peers with a frantic look in her eyes.

"You're gonna be in the doghouse, Leah." Katie kindly reminded her, followed by a few muffled laughs from some of them.

"Never play football again." Leah answered in a nervous voice.

"Wrong!" You sighed, shaking your head.

"How is that- I can't fucking win." She groaned frustratedly and clenched her fists as everyone else once again laughed uncontrollably. "Please explain how that answer is wrong, my love."

"You shouldn't let your attraction to me override your career, my darling!" You told her with a dramatic pout. She couldn't help but chuckle at your reply, now starting to see the humour in this situation.

"Aren't you guys romantic." Beth rolled her eyes and waved you both off. "Move on, next question."

"Alright." You cleared your voice again, choosing your next blow. "If you learned that I had been hired to date you as part of a social experiment for research, would you be able to forgive me?"

"What the fuck!"

You couldn't help it anymore. You burst out laughing along with your friends and covered your face as you did, hearing Leah rant in the background of all the noise. A few moments passed of pure laughter before you sat back up straight and looked at your girlfriend who, if she was in a cartoon, would have literal steam coming out of her ears.

"Your answer, please." You asked impatiently, tapping your foot on the floor.

"Dating you is a social experiment, this is absurd, I mean-"

"Moving on." You ignored her rebuttal. "Would you rather kiss me for £100,000 or the prettiest woman in the world for a million?"

Leah took a deep breath, removing all previous irritation in her bones, before answering confidently.

"Prettiest woman in the world for a million." She stated, waiting for you to correct her.

"Wrong, how fucking rude. Why would you not kiss me?" You challenged with an angry scowl.

"Because you are the prettiest woman in the world." Leah stated simply with a soft smile, causing you to blush. The room was silent for a moment as you both gazed at each other, before the sound of someone jokingly gagging disrupted it.

"Get a room!" Kyra shouted, throwing one of the sofa pillows at you both. Everyone else followed her lead and started teasing you both, but Leah simply smirked and stood up.

"Get a room, you say? Alright."

She shrugged before grabbing your hand and pulling you towards her bedroom. The sounds of the others wolf-whistling and cheering followed you until it was shut out by Leah slamming the bedroom door closed.

"You done testing me now?" She asked with her eyebrows raised, pressing you back against the door and holding you in place by your hips.

"Guess so." You smiled uncontrollably at her, to which she laughed and let out a breath before hiding her face in your neck.

"You're a little shit, you know that?" She said, muffled by your skin.

"I know it, babe. You love me for it." You grinned. Leah lifted her back up and leaned down to press your lips together in a firm but teasing kiss, pulling back sooner than you wanted.

"Damned if I do, damned if I don't, right?"

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Blurbs: Dinosaur

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Summary: You make the mistake of helping Joe make a TikTok account.

Warnings: None, pure silliness

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine Universe: Into The Mystic

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February 15, 2024

Out of nowhere, Joe plopped down next to me on the couch and put his phone on my lap.

“Can I help you?” - you

“Yes, actually!” - Joe pointed to his phone

I looked down at his phone to see that it was the TikTok log-in or sign-up page that pops up when you first download the app.

“What?” - you

“Can you help me make an account? My dinosaur ass can't figure it out, but I wanna follow you and see the videos you post. Ja’Marr was talking about the videos you posted of me and you for Valentine’s yesterday, but I had no idea what he was talking about. I wanna be able to see your posts.” - Joe

“Why? So you can approve of them?” - you

“No, nothing like that! I like watching the videos you make of us, and I think they're cute. Plus, I rarely ever get to see the finished prank videos. Please help me?” - Joe

I thought his reasoning was adorable, so I happily helped him.

“Do you want it to be an official account or incognito?” - you

“Incognito.” - Joe

Nodding, I handed him his phone so he could type a username in.

I was absentmindedly staring off when I heard Joe giggle.

“What?” - you smiled

He handed me his phone, and I playfully rolled my eyes at the username he typed out.

Simp4Y/N_B

“You're a dork.” - you laughed

“I mean, I am making the account to watch your videos, so it's kinda fitting.” - Joe grinned

After getting the rest of the account setup process completed, Joe made me type my username in the search so he could follow me.

“Wanna follow anyone else? The team you play for, maybe?” - you

“Nope. This is all I wanted.” - Joe

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You had no idea what a mistake that would be, and you were dealing with the consequences.

It wasn't even the next day yet, and Joe had blown your phone up, mass-liking every video you've ever posted.

Then he found the AI Spongebob singing videos…

“Joseph Lee, send me one more TikTok, and I'm going to block you.” - you

“Watch the last one I sent!” - Joe

“No!” - you

“It's Patrick singing Billie Jean!” - Joe

We were lying in bed, or at least I was, but my phone continuously vibrated on the nightstand, and Joe laughing kept me from sleeping.

“Go to sleep.” - you

Joe rolled over and laid his head on my shoulder, his hand propping up his phone on my chest to show me the video.

Like he hadn't already watched it ten times, Joe couldn't stop laughing.

“I'm gonna shove you off of this bed.” - you

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Just when I thought things couldn't get worse, they did. They damn did.

Joe found Jett and Campbell. (IYKYK)

Now he randomly calls me Pookie as a joke, but with way too serious of an expression for my liking.

He'd gone to pick up my online pickup order from the store for me, and when Joe called me to tell me he had received my order, he greeted me in a way that made me want to hang up.

“Hey, baby.” - you

“Hey, Pookie. I got your order and am almost home.” - Joe

A few seconds of silence went by till I spoke up.

“Call me that again and I'll file for divorce.” - you

“You wouldn't do that, you love me too much... right?” - Joe

“I would never even think of it. I was just kidding, Joey.” - you

“Good because I can't live without you.” - Joe

“Can't live without you either… I love you more than anything.” - you

A few seconds of silence went by before Joe spoke up.

“Love you too… Pookie.” - Joe

“Bye.” - you hung up

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After threatening divorce, Joe toned it down with the “Pookie” shit, but then he found trends that guys were doing on their girls.

We were in bed one night, cuddling and watching a movie, when out of nowhere, I heard an unmistakable edit audio playing. I looked over at Joe’s phone only to see my face and an annoyed expression on Joe’s.

Joe put his phone down on his chest and scooted away from me.

“Joe…” - you

“Nope, it's okay. Comforting knowing that my wife can recognize songs that are in the background of videos of other men.” - Joe

“You're being silly. I'm huge right now because I'm pregnant with your kid.” - you

“You're not huge… but that still doesn't make up for the fact that you knew that sound.” - Joe

I rolled over onto my side and curled up against Joe. He begrudgingly reached out and ran his fingertips over my bump that was pressing against his side.

“You're crazy if you think I don't have an edit of you saved with the same song in the background.” - you grinned

Joe looked away, suddenly feeling bashful as his cheeks flushed pink, and I lightly scratched his bare arm with my nails.

“You're playin’.” - Joe

“No, I'm not!” - you

I grabbed my phone out and pulled TikTok up, immediately finding my collection titled “Hubby ❤️🤭”, and scrolled till I found the video I wanted.

“Woah, you weren’t joking.” - Joe

“Don't you look hot as fuck?” - you

“I'm just drinking water on the sidelines…” - Joe

“Exactly!” - you

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[mxstellatayte]

okay this is so vague but a something for lewis based off the song pretty please by dutch melrose ?

I LOVE DUTCH MELROSE OMG I ABSOLUTELY CAN. also this one is dedicated my simply simply lovely bestie and horny ride-or-die (not like that) pookie @vivi-81 who has recently converted to being a lewis hoe <3 love you bestie

this fic is multiple chapters because i couldn't help myself! writing this dynamic is really really fun and i'm going to do my best to finish the fic by 15 september, but here is a teaser of the first chapter and the release schedule/masterlist!

this fic spans literal years. prepare yourselves yall because you're in for a WILD ride lol

teaser (this post): 4 september chapter 1: 8 september (🌻/🥀) chapter 2: 22 september (🌻/🪷) chapter 3: 8 november (🌻/🪷)

teaser below the cut!

the conversation continues easily as the two of you finish your breakfast, then, as you begin to prepare yourself to stand and leave, he stops you. "actually, there's one last thing i wanted to do before we went on camera."

your head tilts in confusion as you set your signature lipstick back in your bag, a deep red balm that you've used since you started working at vogue. it's become your trademark product, and almost everyone in the office knows exactly which one you use. "do i need to be worried, lewis?"

"no, not at all! it's this," he says, and your eyebrows rise in complete and utter shock when he pulls out a small box wrapped in white paper and a crimson bow wrapped around it all. "i wanted to get you a gift as a way of saying thank you for all the curveball questions you've thrown at me this year." your hands shake as you take the box from him, and you already know exactly which brand it is. cartier. sure, you've written pieces about their timeless looks and elegant aesthetics, and owning a piece of their jewelry has always been a dream of yours, but it's always been just that: a dream.

"lewis, i can't accept this. i- i'm honestly at a loss for words. seriously, no." you can't help but flush at how he's looking at you, those annoyingly beautiful eyes of his and the stupidly perfect crow's feet that only show up when he really smiles- when he smiles the way he is now. gods, amelia was right. you really are down bad for the driver.

"please, just open it up. if you don't like it, i'll take it back and you can choose something you prefer." he nudges the box towards you once more, and the crisp wax seal that sits on top of the paper is incredibly enticing.

"are you serious?" a part of you wants to think that this is some sick joke, that there's cameras on you and it's all going up on one of those prank channels on youtube. a much, much bigger part of you believes lewis, though. that is the part of you that takes the box between your shaking hands, carefully pops open the wax seal, nimbly unties the beautiful ribbon, and gently unfolds the pure white paper. when you finally open the box, you gasp, tears threatening to well in your eyes. "lewis..."

"do you like it?" his voice sounds anxious and hopeful, and you can't help but realize how much thought he'd put into this gift. when you'd invited him into your office to review some photos that were to go into an article in the next vogue issue a few months prior, he'd seen the vision board on your wall and asked about it. bashfully, you had explained to him that it was a silly idea you had when you graduated from uni with your friends- each of you made one, cutting and pasting photos from pinterest, magazines, newspapers, and anything you could find, assembling your dreams in a mishmash of colors and ideas. one of your dreams on the board had been to own this exact necklace- the cartier juste un clou necklace in white gold. the fourteen diamonds set in the precious metal glitter back at you, and you can't help but smile.

"i love it, lewis. thank you so much." he visibly relaxes, his shoulders loosening and the crease between his eyebrows disappearing.

"i'm glad. here, turn around. let me put it on you?" you happily oblige, lifting your hair out of the way after you stand so that he can fasten the delicate clasp over your spine.

it's safe to say that both his and your fans noticed the necklace hanging between your collarbones, sitting just below the star necklace you wear daily on top of your dark grey high-collared shirt. you try your best not to look at the comments on the videos of your interviews, but amelia had shown you one that day after the unedited interview went up online.

"are they dating or something? i can't get over how lewis looks at her."

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[wandaslullaby]

Sleepy Head | Wanda M.

summary: wanda just couldn't wait to give you her surpise.

18+ DNI.

warnings: dub-con, breeding kink, dildo with a serum, unconscious, fingering.

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Wanda knew from the moment you laid your head on her lap, you was going to fall asleep. She did warn you that it was way pass your normal bedtime but you insisted you were a big girl and could handle it.

You tired to keep your eyes open but Wanda's gentle strokes made you even more sleepy to the point where you were completely settled in a slumber. Wanda left you to dose off as she wanted to finish the episode but she couldn't help but notice how accessible your thighs were.

"Silly little girl. You always have to tempt me to do bad things, don't you?" Wanda whispered as she slid her hand between your thighs, feeling the wetness of your panties.

She begins to slowly rub small slow circles as she didn’t want you awake. Wanda always love when you were helpless, it gave her full permission to use your however she liked. It was also a good thing that you were a heavy sleeper as Wanda did want to try out a new toy on you.

"Sweet little angel." Wanda purred as she used one hand to slide your panties across and the other to groping your boobs. Her hand was almost soaked as Wanda began to slowly put one finger inside you throbbing cunt, the smell of your desperation lingered in the air causing Wanda's eyes to darken.

You began to stir trying to find the right position but as Wanda pinched your nipple, a small pop of a moan fell from your lips keeping you still as you lazily opened your legs wider. The feeling of something between your thighs made you thrust, giving Wanda a clear indication that you were giving her the all clear.

"Taking me so well, bunny. How about we put another finger inside you? Hm? I think your little mind wants that." Wanda whispered as she tugged on your nipples, slipping two more fingers in grinning at the soft whimpers you were purring out.

Wanda was in such awe. Her everlasting lust for you was evidently clear as she began to pick up the paste, grinning as she saw you grinding on her fingers. The moans that were escaping through your mouth made Wanda head form an idea. Her new toy that was tucked neatly in her trousers needed a form of air so what perfect way to use her new advanced dildo to see how far you'll go.

As her fingers were fucking you, Wanda lured your brain to a siren call she learnt back in Slovakia that would make your brain fuzzy. The call started slow, and Wanda used that opportunity to take her dildo out to examine.

"Oh baby. You are in for such a treat. You can't ever say that Mommy doesn't give you pretty things." Wanda mumbled before she let her hands go free, causing a stir of whimpers from yourself. "Such a needy baby. Don't worry, your hole will be filled soon enough, bunny."

Wanda placed you down on the sofa, freeing herself so she can straddle on top of you. The dildo was far longer than you have ever taken and had the power to breed you. "Look at you, my pretty baby getting all ready for Mommy's cock."

Before Wanda used her new toy on you, she lean forward to give you a light smack to test your ability of how far you were out. The stillness of your body confirmed that as Wanda gripped both of your boobs and slowly entered her dildo inside your cunt. The tightness of your cunt marvelled Wanda and the grip on your boobs were getting harder as Wanda forcefully pushed the dildo all the way in.

"Perfect fit." Wanda grinned and slowly began to thrust in and out of you. She looked down at your lifeless body, smiling at your beauty when you were out cold. It was always fun to see you weak as Wanda needed a perfect excuse to get the dildo inside you.

Eventually after a minute or so of prepping you with her dildo, Wanda could see your cunt wasn't as tight as it was before giving her the green light to go faster. She wasted no time and released her hands from your now bruised boobs and replaced her hands on your hips as she thrusted harder in you. The thrusted that Wanda was giving you were insanely quick and forceful. Each time Wanda saw the dildo disappeared, she made it appear again with rougher thrust as she needed to get the rest angle to release the breeding serum inside you.

"You are taking me so well, bunny." Wanda laughed as she fucked you harder. The sofa was beginning to squeak as Wanda pounded faster into you, feeling your cunt clench as Wanda forcefully tried to get a few more thrusts in before she exploded the serum inside you.

"You take a few more thrusts baby, I know you can do it." She told herself, laughing as you were completely in a trance. Wanda used all her might and dig her hands deep in your hips as she used one last thrust before releasing the serum inside you. The walls around the dildo came undone as Wanda felt her dildo becoming drenched with your cum.

She watched as the sweat fell down your face, smiling as she wiped them away still keeping the dildo inside you as she needed to wait a full hour for the serum to sink in. "I can't want for to see your beautiful surprise, baby girl."

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May I request JJK men if they propose to you with a ringpop or not

JJK Men Proposing With A Ringpop

a/n: Thanks anon for this cute request ♡⁠˖ I hope you enjoy this fluff ✨

characters: Gojo Satoru - Yuuji Itadori - Yuta Okkotsu ( tbh I feel like these three would 100% propose with a ringpop since they have a goofy side but the others I feel they'd be more serious about proposal )

Gojo Satoru:

Satoru has been planning to take you to that new candy store for two weeks now. He's a sweet tooth and visiting each and every candy or pastries store is on his bucket list.

So today you found yourself dragged by your boyfriend, Gojo strolling through aisles of colorful candies and gummies. The scent of different flavors filling the store. Gojo was overly excited, to say the less. You were busy deciding what flavor of sour candy you'd buy, when Satoru's eyes fell on the Ringpop stock. He couldn't help but grin from ear to ear when a cute idea popped up on his mind. Maybe he could turn this normal date into a more romantic occasion. He grabbed a pink ringpop, slipping it in his pocket, mind racing with ideas on how he would pop the question in the sweetest way possible.

"Baby, wanna buy some jelly beans and butter scotch as well before leaving?" he suggested with a smile.

"Sure !" you agreed,

completely oblivious of what's waiting for you ahead. Both of you grabbed a few other treats, and headed to the checkout counter with your candy haul ready to pay. Gojo being Gojo likes being extra, playful and different. He also likes making you blush.. You handed the cashier your candy haul,

"Are you having a sweet day?" asked the cashier nicely, noticing how Gojo was all smiley while looking at you.

"Yes sir! and about to get even sweeter" he answered excitedly.

You looked at him, puzzled "Huh? Wha–"

you didn't even get to finish your question when Satoru got down on one knee, holding up that pink ringpop, looking up at you with a wide silly smile.

"Our love is sweet and sugary just like those candies. Will you be my forever favorite candy?"

Your eyes widened, you didn't see that coming. You knew Gojo was goofy and silly but not the extent to propose with a ringpop, hit you with the cutest yet cheesiest line and on top of that in a public place. Your cheeks flushed pink, heating up from how happy yet shy you were.

"A-are you proposing with a ring pop?"

"Well it's the sweetest way, isn't?" he chuckled.

"Yes..omg yes" you agreed, your shy expression turning into amused one.

The cashier and the costumers thay were forming a line waiting for their turn to pay, are now cheering and clapping for both if you, joining into the fun, creating a joyous atmosphere at the candy store. Satoru stood up, leaned in closer to you and whispered,

"of course you'd say yes...cuz you belong to me"

He cupped your cheeks with his big palms, and planted a sugary kiss on your lips, totally ignoring the fact that other people are watching you. As you left the store, you couldn't stop giggling about the unique, one of a kind proposal. Walking hand in hand, Gojo mentally planned a real more romantic proposal, to make you his, forever.

Yuuji Itadori:

It was your usual movie night. Every weekend, you choose a movie and watch together at home. Tonight was different, Yuuji was planning something more than just watching movies, he was planning to propose to you with a ringpop, he thought the idea was cute and adorable just like you.

Yuuji always wants to make sure to make you laugh, he wants to surprise you with the most random things ever to see that beautiful smile of yours. As you settled in, you were sat between his legs, laying your head on his chest, surrounded by popcorn and all different types of snacks and candies.

"I thought we could watch a romantic movie tonight?" he started.

"Romantic? I thought you're more into horror"

"Well yeah, it's good to try another genre you know" he chuckled.

"Alright, lets give it a shot then" you smiled back.

As the movie proceeded, Yuuji's attention was all on you, not bothering to even look at the screen in front of him, when he has you sitting in his arms. He kept on smiling to himself, patiently waiting for the right moment to bring that Ringpop from his pocket and propose to you.

"That was a good movie Yuuji. I always thought romantic movies are cringe but I guess I was wrong" you exclaimed, stretching your arms up

"Hm? Yuuji?" you asked when you didn't get any answer from him.

You looked up behind and found Yuuji already admiring you with heart eyes. "Baby are you okay?"

Without saying anything but smiling like an idiot, Yuuji helped you to stand up, you looked at him in confusion anticipating his actions. Once you're standing up, he got down kn one knee brining that ringpop from his pocket,

"I promise to make your life as sweet as this candy, I promise to love you with all what I got. Will you be my forever movie buddy?" he proposed.

You bursted into laugher, jumping slightly from how excited you were

"It's an honor to be your forever movie buddy...yes I do Yuuji" you answered.

He slipped that ringpop onto your finger and stood up carrying you in his arms, swirling you like a princess muttering words on how much he loves you.

That sweet shared moment between both of you was romantic and wholesome mote than any romance movie and fairy tales to existence. You sealed the proposal with a sweet kiss full of love and mutual appreciation. What a night that marked the beginning of yours and Yuuji's happy-ever-after.

Yuta Okkotsu:

You and your boyfriend, Yuta decided to spend a sunny afternoon together having a picnic in your favorite park. The atmosphere was light and joyful, filled with your giggles as you set the picnic blanket and decorated it with the food and fruits that you bought. Also putting your painting tools aside so you can later paint the beautiful scenery in front of you while eating your favorite snacks.

Nature's beauty brought a sense of safety and wholesomeness into you. You spent your afternoon exchanging stories, talking about how your week went, sharing jokes and genuine laughers. You both definitely needed that to recharge. Feeding each other, Yuta wiping the crumbs off of the corner of your mouth and tip of your nose. He's always been so gentle with you, taking care of you, treating you like a little baby. Yuta grabbed the bag of snacks so you can eat them and finally use your new watercolors. Suddenly, he spotted the Ringpop that both of you had picked up at the convenience store earlier.

"Hey, look what we've got. RingPop!!" he exclaimed happily.

"Oh yeah I totally forgot we bought that"

Yuta with a playful twinkle in his eyes, got a mischievous idea,

"W-what if....what if we made it out engagement ringpop?" he started shyly, holding the blue ringpop.

Your face lit up with happiness, as you started giggling.

"My love" he said, getting closet to you, holding your hand and placing it on his chest, without breaking the eye contact. "Will you make me the happiest man and be my Ringpop financée?"

"YES YES" you said excitedly.

Once he slipped the Ringpop onto your finger, you jumped on him making him fall on his back on the picnic blanket, with you on top of him. His arms circled around your figure, bursting into sweet laughers, creating a heartwarming moment. Surrounded by the simplicity of nature, and the joy of your spontaneous engagement, you shared a long loving passionate kiss.

Little did you know that in a few days Yuta will propose to you with a real ring.

[le-92vi]

Into each life, some rain must fall.

Geto Suguru x Reader

Genres/Warnings: angst, the reader is in the same grade as GJ, GT & SK, and was injured very badly on a mission, slight(?) hints of depression and anxeity, after the village arc, reader is (kinda) introduced to Mimiko and Nanako, not proofread

Word count: 1.8k

Notes: this is just a very random idea that popped up in my head and, i wrote it in a haze. hopefully, you enjoy it<3

(P.S. english is not my first language and this is also my first fic ever, so i apologize for any mistakes beforehand!)

____ Two days.

That’s all it took to turn your world into a shamble. Two days were all it took to turn your life into a complete mess.

The whole Jujutsu community had been shaken to shambles in the past two days. Everyone was stunned, unable to fathom how such an incident could've occurred. That too, at the hands of one of their own. The higher-ups were left dumbfounded like anyone else but still chose to feign indifference.

It hit you like a ginormous wave, demolishing everyone and everything in its path—a wave you could only hope to have been a nightmare.

But it wasn't.

Shoko sat beside your bed, holding your hand with both of hers. You realized something was wrong the moment you saw her face. The cool-and-stoic Shoko looked upset for the very first time. You knew she was preparing what to say to you, choosing the best possible words to break the news.

"What's wrong?" You breathed before she could even say anything. Shoko sighed, her eyes falling back on your injury-laden body.

"Tell me, Shoko. I can see it all over your face." You tried sitting up straighter to see her face better, but the gash running through the majority of your torso set your whole body on fire with every little movement. To no avail, you were forced to lay on your side, limp and ailing.

"Don't move!" Shoko's eyes widened as she jolted to your aid. She helped you adjust yourself. She fell back into her chair as you grunted in pain, getting used to the shift in your posture. You could see her hands clenched in tight fists, her nails cutting crescents through the palm of her hand.

"It's…Suguru," she began. "The mission Suguru was sent on recently—they're saying he has massacred the whole village. He summoned his curses and massacred a hundred people. He's been sentenced to death by the higher-ups, but they can't find him anywhere…"

Shoko's words began losing meaning. She was still telling you about what happened, but her words seemed to blur together; you couldn't understand anything anymore.

Suguru wouldn't do such a thing, right? He would never hurt a soul.

Shoko must've noticed the distress settling on your face. Her hand rested gently on your shoulder, drawing you out of your thoughts. "I think if we are able to talk to him, things might clear up. We still don't know for sure what happened in that village."

You remembered how just two days ago he sat in Shoko's seat. Late at night, he quietly popped up at your door with a copy of your favorite book. You sleepily listened to him go on about his very "mundane" day and then read you to sleep. He must've left shortly after you fell asleep, for you woke with only a tiny note stuck to the book he left behind for you: "I'm sorry I couldn't stay longer."

That's when it dawned on you that Suguru had, knowingly or unknowingly, let you in on his plans before he went A.W.O.L. To you, what felt like a silly little, maybe even a little exaggerated, story of his recent missions was actually what his whole world was like in the past few months.

He was miserable. All alone.

And none of you could see it.

Nothing in the world seemed to matter anymore. You felt bile burning up in your throat. The weight sat heavy on your chest as you doubled over, gasping for more air. You had to see him. You needed to meet him.

"Have they been looking for him?" You manage to croak out.

Shoko stroked your back, trying to ease up whatever pain you felt, however little she could. "Gojo's been trying to find him before the higher-ups' do." Her voice was shallower and heavier, as if she was barely able to keep her emotions in check.

Everyone had already made up their minds about Suguru. They weren't looking for their student anymore. They didn't care about a kid they'd let astray. They never had. Suguru would only be made one of the two things if they found him; a criminal or a scrapegoat.

Much later at night, when everything was quieter, you snuck out of your room. Your wound barely hurt anymore since you found out about Suguru. Surely it wasn't anything that could compare to what he was going through, right?

Quietly, you slung your bag over your shoulders and made your way out of the institute. You couldn't leave even a slight chance of someone following you to Suguru, though you weren't sure he'd want to see you either. But you at least had to try.

Behind the Tokyo Institute of Jujutsu Tech, a tiny shack stood abandoned at the foot of the mountain. A local legend-- often the topic of many conversations among people, but it was never actually discovered until you and Suguru stumbled upon it by accident during a regular inspection. The seclusion of the shack made for a perfect, peaceful hideout. For the two of you, it was the perfect getaway. If he wanted you to find him, he'd be there.

And you were right. The lights in the shack were visible now that you were up close. You stood at the end of the makeshift entryway of the shack, trying to gather up the courage to finally face him. Your hands were clammy, no matter how much you wiped them against your side. You breathed in for a final time before knocking on the door.

It opened almost immediately, as if it were waiting for your arrival.

Suguru stood at the door. Disheveled and anticipating. He had been waiting for you. He grabbed your hand to pull you in and locked the door behind him. His breathing had obviously hitched as he whispered your name, almost as if he were reminiscing about the taste of your name. "I thought you'd... I wanted to see you one last time. I didn't know if you'd actually come."

His fingers laced with yours as the two of you stood stuck to the floor, unmoving. Both of you felt this insane amount of uncertainty. Sure, you had held hands with Suguru before, but it was always platonic. It was different—the way he held your hand this time. It was almost as if he wasn't sure of what to do next.

Was this how it went? Were you still his friend?

"Suguru," you began. "It's not true—what they're saying—is it? They're just trying to frame you for it. Right?" Your brows furrowed together as you looked at him, waiting for him to deny everything. For him to tell you that he was being wronged. That he was being framed.

But Suguru stood speechless. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. His grip on your hand loosened as his head dropped.

You felt confused and betrayed by his silence. It surged through you like a pain you had never felt before—your wound seemed like a mere scratch in comparison. But you couldn't let it show on your face. Not until you hear his explanation. "Suguru." You reached for his hand this time, holding it with a firmer grip. "Can you at least tell me what happened?"

And just like that, something visibly shifted in him. It was like a newfound trust that perhaps you wouldn't condemn him that much. Maybe—just maybe—you would understand why he did what he did. That you would comprehend his actions and why he did them. Suguru bent over, your body barely holding his as his knees gave out.

"I am just so tired of this life," he sobbed. His shoulder shuddered under your touch. "I'm so sick of living like this."

You braced his shoulders, trying to console him. "It's not too late yet, Suguru." You weren't thinking straight. You didn't even completely know what you were talking about. It only mattered that Suguru was breaking down in front of your eyes, and you couldn't do anything to hold him together.

"It's not too late to return yet." You pulled away slightly to finally look at his face. "Hmm?"

Suguru shook his head in disagreement. "I can't go back. Not after I... I did it. It is all true what they're saying. I'm a monster."

You felt the air knock out of your lungs at his confession. Now that you heard it from him, the realization finally sank in. Suguru had massacred hundreds of people.

There was no going back.

"Oh, Suguru," You choked on your words, not that you had any left. "What have you? No! I'm sure we can find a way. Gojo can. Right? He's the strongest." Your face twisted in fear and something else you couldn't quite pin.

Suguru called your name, pulling you out of your thought train. He was much calmer now, as if he knew nothing more could be done. The realization had set in for him too. "I can't go back anymore."

He stood up, pulling you along with him, and guided you carefully to the back of the shack. He lifted the room divider open just a little to reveal a glimpse of two little girls curled up against each other on the dusty couch. "I won't. Those people were monsters, no less than me."

You let out a gasp at the scene before you as he drew the curtain close again. "They're just kids. Like we were. Like they once were. So why did they have to live like that? What fault did they have?" He was barely keeping his voice even.

Your mind was sending you into a spiral. Nothing seemed to make sense anymore. You swiftly made your way towards the front of the shack, where your bag lay, abandoned. Suguru followed after you, calling your name. Prying open the zipper, you pulled out some canned food, grabbing them in his hands.

"What are you doing?" He called after you, worry lacing his tone as he watched you pick up your empty bag, ready to leave.

"I need some time... to think, Suguru." You tried to keep your voice as unreadable as possible. How would he feel if you sounded terrified, repulsed, or anything at all? "I'll come by- I... Would I be able to see you again?" You stopped to look at him one last time, hoping he'd stop you. Hoping he'd ask you to stay just a little while longer.

He was hesitant. "I'm not sure." He looked as if he were stopping himself from holding onto you too. He'd be too selfish if he did that, right?

"Take care, Suguru." You whispered, choking back your tears and putting on your straightest face. Suguru only watched as you left, unmoving and unspoken. You'd just be a threat to him if you stayed, right?

No matter how close you were to him, he was still a criminal.

And you, a sorcerer.

[ro-is-struggling]

hello lovely!! i hope you are having a wonderful day. i was hoping for your 600 follower celebration if i could request prompt 17 from the part 1 list with james potter? where james is character B and has had feelings for the reader for a while? reader has always had some level of feelings for james but always repressed them and then the event happens and a lot of repressed feelings come to the surface with smut?

Hi beautiful💜 Thank you so much for participating! I really enjoyed working on this request even though I had a bit of a writer's block in the middle of it and I struggled with the ending a little :( I'm sorry if it's not as smutty as you wanted :( but I hope you like it!!

More Than Friends || James Potter x Reader

Summary: Looking to get back at your ex-boyfriend, you ask James to help you make him jealous. You thought he was the best choice for the job since he was your best friend —what could go wrong? However, things get out of control and old feelings come to the surface.

Warnings: friends to lovers, mutual pining, make out session, love confessions, fluff, implied smut

English is not my first language

Word count: 3400

You couldn't believe Mason had the audacity to do what he was doing. You guys had only been broken up for a few weeks and he was already walking the halls of Hogwarts with his new girlfriend by his side. You hated him. You hated him for moving on so fast. You hated him for the way he ignored you and acted like you never mattered to him, like you never existed. You hated him for replacing you with her so fast, taking her everywhere you used to go. You hated him for walking past you holding her, making you feel like you were worthless. His apathy made you feel like an idiot for being sad. Apparently you had been the only one who felt anything in that relationship, the only one who cared about the other.

"We can take care of him for you," James' voice next to you snapped you out of your thoughts, reluctantly looking away from your ex-boyfriend to look at your friends. "Just say the word and we'll make his life a living hell, right guys?" The rest of the marauders nodded enthusiastically, eagerly awaiting your approval so they could get revenge on the bastard who had hurt their friend. Sometimes you thought they wanted revenge more than you did.

It was sweet that they cared so much about you, but you didn't want any more trouble, and you knew that if you gave them permission to take care of the situation that would be all you'd end up getting. "Nah, it's fine. He is not worth your time" you said, even though part of you really wanted to see your ex-boyfriend suffer at the hands of your friends. But you didn't want to stoop down to his level, you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of letting him know that his indifference affected you, so you swallowed all your emotions and hid them under an expression of disdain.

However, by the time the weekend came around you were tired of being the bigger person. You wanted Mason to feel at least a quarter of what you felt watching him walk around the school with another girl as if you didn't exist. You wanted to provoke some reaction in him that would show you that you had meant something to him too, that you had been more than a pastime. You just didn't know how to do it, he seemed to have forgotten about your existence completely.

Then a crazy idea popped into your head. It was risky and a little silly, but at that moment you didn't care. All you wanted was to get back at your ex-boyfriend and there was nothing you weren't willing to do to get it. 

"I need your help to get back at Mason," was the first thing you said to James when you opened his bedroom door without even knocking first —there was no time for formalities.

"I thought you'd never ask!" he said with a smile. He always thought Mason was a jerk who didn't deserve you and the only reason he hadn't let him know that yet was because you wouldn't let him. "Let's go find the guys so we can start planning." 

James got up from his spot on the bed, but you motioned for him to sit back down, settling in next to him. "I only need you for what I have in mind."

"And what is it that you have in mind?" he asked both curious and confused.

"I-I want to make him jealous," you muttered nervously. You were about to ask too much of your best friend and you didn't quite know how to put it into words so as not to sound like a complete nut job. "I thought you could help me with that."

"How so?" James was intrigued, but part of him was sad. If you wanted to make Mason jealous it meant you still had feelings for him. You wanted his attention back and that crushed James' hopes completely. He was planning to confess how he really felt about you one of these days, but now he would have to keep his big secret to himself once again. 

"So... you know there's this party tomorrow, right?" you said trying to find the right words to explain your plan. James nodded slightly, noticing the way your fingers fiddled nervously with the hem of your skirt. "I thought we could go together and... umm... and act like we were into each other to make him jealous, you know."

It took James a few seconds to process your words. He was honestly surprised at your idea and he wondered how desperate you were to get Mason's attention. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" 

He couldn't help but ask you that question. His brain and heart were involved in an interesting debate about it and he needed to know your perspective before reaching a verdict. His brain was convinced it was a terrible idea that would only lead to confusion and awkward moments. The voice of reason in his head was screaming at him to refuse your request, to not let himself be persuaded by your sweet smile and tell you to find someone else to help you —he was pretty sure Sirius would have no problem with that.

But his heart that was stupidly and completely in love with you kept telling him to take advantage of the situation. Holding you close and kissing you for one night was better than never doing it, even if it was all an act to get another guy to pay attention to you. Maybe that would be the only chance to call you his that he would ever get so he couldn't say no to it, right?

"I thought about it and I wouldn't be asking you if I didn't think it could work," you assured him with a warm smile, hoping to inspire some sort of reassurance in him. 

"Don't you think it could be weird?" James insisted, wanting to make sure you had really thought things through. 

"No, I mean, I trust you. You're my best friend, Jamie." The use of the affectionate nickname made James' heart melt in his chest, leaving him a little stupid for a few seconds. He loved it when you called him that. "It has to be you. There's no one I trust more… Besides, Mason was always a little jealous of you, so it's perfect."

James wasn't as convinced as you were that it was a good idea. He was afraid of the feelings that might surface in him when he held you against his body, when he felt your lips on his skin. If you were to kiss him he wasn't sure he would be able to control his heart. But at the same time the idea of finally having the chance to know how your lips would feel against his was tempting him. Maybe spending a lifetime of agony and suffering missing the soft caresses of your mouth was better than spending a lifetime of doubts and regrets, wondering every day what it would feel like to kiss you.

"C'mon, James! Pleaseee" you begged him with a pout, your eyes full of anticipation. "You said you'd do anything, please."

He couldn't resist your charms and ended up agreeing without even knowing the details of your plan. Something he would regret in the not too distant future.

The plan was simple. You would arrive at the party together, spend the night dancing and "flirting" with each other and at some point disappear to the dorms, always making sure Mason saw everything. You hoped that the implication of what would happen would be enough to spark some sort of reaction in him, but in case it wasn't you had an ace up your sleeve. 

It had taken a bit of convincing to get James to agree to the final part of your plan: you needed him to give you hickeys all over your neck, a visible mark that you hoped would make Mason's blood boil.

The party started early in the Gryffindor common room, filling the tower with students from all houses looking to unwind from the stress and pressure of the week. You didn't come down from the dorms until your best friend and roommate confirmed that Mason was already there. Then you made your grand entrance, taking just a couple of seconds to search the crowd for your ex-boyfriend before running into James' arms, who was hanging out with his friends standing directly in front of Mason. 

"Thank you for doing this," you thanked him again, whispering in his ear after giving him a kiss on the cheek.

James smiled, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you close against him, holding you tight against his chest as his nose got lost in the scent of your hair. "Don't mention it," he murmured, his breath colliding against your ear awakening a shiver that ran down your spine. You had to admit that his proximity left you feeling a little stupid, your brain struggling to comprehend what the tingling that slowly spread throughout your body meant. 

Things only got worse from that point on. Your thirst for revenge was completely forgotten as you danced with James on the makeshift dance floor. Your eyes met Mason's a couple of times, but you weren't able to pay attention to him for more than two seconds, losing yourself completely in the explosive combination that turned out to be the sensual rhythm of the music and the warmth of James' body pressed against yours. He was all that occupied your mind.

James' hands on your body aroused a strange but pleasurable sensation. You weren't doing anything new, as the best friends you two were, you had danced together many times, but this time it felt different. There was a strange tension in the air that hung over you and grew more and more overwhelming with each passing second. You didn't know if James could feel it too, but you could and it was making it hard to breathe. You wanted to run out of there, to get away from James until you could catch your breath —and regain your sanity—, but you hated the idea of being separated from his warmth, of no longer feeling his hands on your hips, so you stayed close to him. You had no idea what it was that had awakened such a reaction in you, but you didn't want James to leave your side ever again. 

"He's looking right at us, if we go now he'll definitely know about us." James' voice snapped you out of your thoughts, forcing you back to reality. You remembered then why you were doing what you were doing, feeling a bit embarrassed for letting yourself get carried away like that. 

But you were there to put on a show, so you stood on your tiptoes to reach James' ear, grabbing his shoulders to keep your balance. "Let's go then," you whispered in his ear, your lips lingering over the area longer than necessary as you fought the urge to playfully bite his earlobe. What was happening to you?

You disappeared down the stairs amidst playful giggles, heading towards James' bedroom to hide for a while. The further away from the music and the warmth of the people dancing around you two you got, the more you questioned what had happened —and what you were about to do. When this idea occurred to you, you didn't think there was anything wrong with it, but now you weren't so sure. The feelings he had awakened in you with a simple touch were not normal, not for a pair of friends at least. Was it possible that you still had feelings for him? You'd had a little crush on James the first two years at Hogwarts, but after years of watching him run after Lily you thought you'd gotten over it. You had accepted that you were just friends and that was all you would be for a long time, or so you thought.

“You still want to do this?” James asked you when you got to his room. He noticed the change in your demeanor right away —he knew you too well not to. You were distracted and he even dared to say a little tense, so he wanted to make sure you were both on the same page. He was dying to feel the soft skin of your neck under his lips, but he wouldn't do anything you didn't want him to. "I don't think it's necessary, I mean have you seen his face? I think he got the message."

"I want to do it," you were quick to reply —maybe a little too quick. You still wanted to go through with your plan, though perhaps not for the same reasons as before. "Just to make sure this works, you know," you added, a little embarrassed by the determination in your voice. The last thing you needed at that moment was James finding out that you were desperate to feel his lips on your neck.

"Fine," he said, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to you. "So, how do you want to do this?"

It was awkward at first as you settled into a position that would allow you to be comfortable. Part of you wanted to jump on his lap and let James do whatever he wanted with you, but you knew that wasn't appropriate so you settled for getting as close as you could to him, throwing your head back to grant him better access to your neck. Your whole body tingled with anticipation as James prepared himself, his fingers lightly tracing your skin as he brushed your hair away from your shoulder. You stopped breathing for a moment, your muscles tensing with nerves. 

When James' warm breath hit the sensitive skin of your neck you instinctively closed your eyes. Your fingers tightened around the fabric of the comforter that covered the bed as you struggled to stay still, fearing that any reaction would expose the feelings that were bubbling up inside of you. The anticipation was killing you. Time seemed to slow down, trapping you in the torture that was feeling the warmth of James' body next to yours but not his lips. When the tip of his nose brushed against your skin you had to bite your tongue to keep from letting out a desperate sigh, tightening your grip on the comforter to contain the urge you had to take his face in your hands and close the distance between you.

And then you felt it. 

His soft lips made contact with the skin of your neck, placing a quick, experimental kiss. It was nothing special, just a simple kiss to test the waters, but that alone had you biting your tongue to keep from letting out a sigh. When he saw that you didn't back away he doubled down, sucking lightly on your skin to start creating the first marks.

You forgot about the world around you after that —your ex-boyfriend, the party, the weird feelings that had plagued your mind all night. The only thing that mattered to you at that moment were James' lips and the delicate but passionate way in which they caressed your skin. His nose tickled your neck as he trailed his wet kisses down your skin, kissing and sucking until he left reddish marks that would only get worse with time. Every movement of his tongue on your skin awakened a wave of arousal inside you that went straight to your core. Pleasure quickly clouded your mind, keeping you from doing anything but enjoying the moment, surrendering under James' lips as you pressed your legs together in search of some friction that would ease the throbbing between your legs.

James also stopped caring about the world around him, letting himself get lost in the fantasy that you were his and he was yours. Your perfume attacked his nostrils, filling his thoughts with inappropriate images of you moaning his name as he trailed his kisses all over your body. He could feel your pulse quicken with every kiss he gave you, the veins in your neck throbbing against his curious lips. That only egged him on, fueling his fantasy that you wanted this as much as he did. So he gave you more, completely forgetting that this was supposed to be just a favor between friends and not some kind of confession of love. He no longer cared if you found out how he felt about you, all he wanted was to hold you in his arms and kiss you until he couldn't feel his lips. 

When James nibbled on your neck, sucking hard on your pulse point, you couldn't help but let out a moan. You didn't even realize you did it until it was too late. James stopped for a moment, surprised and excited by the sweet sound that had just escaped your lips. He wondered if maybe it was a good time to stop, but then you whined in protest, your hand traveling to his head to push him further against your skin. He got the message immediately, continuing his assault on your neck without allowing himself to think about the morality of what you were doing.

It wasn't long before you were lying back on the bed, pulling James down on top of you as you began your attack on his lips. Your hands roamed his body desperately, tugging at his clothes until you had contact with the warm skin of his torso. He helped you remove his shirt, pulling away from you for a moment so he could toss the piece of fabric to the other side of the room before kissing you again. His hands caressed your body with a shy gentleness, his fingers slipping under your tank top and arousing a tingling sensation along the way. 

You felt like you were on fire, your heart was beating rapidly against your chest and your lungs were struggling to catch a breath. You were desperate to feel James' skin against yours. You wanted to feel every inch of him and let him do with you what he wanted. You were completely lost in the moment, enjoying the way James trailed his wet kisses down your lips to your jaw, sliding down your neck until he reached your collarbone.

You opened your eyes to admire the scene in front of you and when your eyes made contact with James' you realized what you were doing. Reality hit you like a train, common sense replacing the desire that had clouded your mind. You were friends, best friends in fact, and friends weren't supposed to kiss like that. You weren't supposed to want to feel the warmth of his hands running down your body or the caress of his lips on your skin. 

"Wait, wait," you muttered with ragged breaths, sitting up in bed to put some distance between you and James. "This is wrong... we're friends, we shouldn't..."

"I know, I know," James said, closing his eyes for a moment as he collected his thoughts. "But you can't look me in the eyes and tell me that didn't feel right. "

You fell silent for a moment. He was right, you couldn't. That intimate moment you shared had felt so good, so right, as if it was what you were meant to do from the moment you met. It was natural, something you should have done a long time ago.  It was clear you both liked each other, so what was stopping you?

"If you really want to stop, we'll stop." James spoke, snapping you out of your thoughts. "I just want you to know that I really like you. I've waited a long time to tell you, looking for the right time, you know... I don't know if this is it, I just know that I can't keep hiding what I feel." 

His confession took you by surprise for some reason —as if it was something weird after having his tongue down your throat as you kissed— so you responded with a kiss, not trusting your ability to formulate coherent sentences. This kiss was different from the previous ones, it was full of love and tenderness. Your lips caressed James' with the passion of years of repressed feelings. You clung to his body, sitting on his lap to keep his body as close to yours as possible. And as you melted into one in a swirl of love and passion you assured him that he was the only man you wanted to wake up next to for the rest of your life.

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Chapter 26: WE SAY GOOD-BYE, SORT OF

Let’s all just pause and take a moment to exult that I’m done with one set of books! This is an accomplishment I will never fail to revel in no matter how many more I have to go! It’s been a ride I wouldn’t trade a word for!

PJOPJOPJOPJO

Alex, who had started all of this by picking up the first book she remembered fondly, took it from Magnus casually with a hopeful smile as she read, "We Say Good-Bye, Sort Of. That's just like you Percy. Gods forbid you commit to anything."

"I commit to important things," he promised with a casual kiss on his girlfriend's temple.

Camp went late that summer. It lasted two more weeks, right up to the start of a new school year, and I have to admit they were the best two weeks of my life.

Alex couldn't help but read that with a tinge of confusion to her voice though. She had about as much clue to that idea of a solid length of time being happy as Percy had to a normal life. She liked it better when he was killing math teachers, at least that she could wrap her head around.

Of course, Annabeth would kill me if I said anything different, 

"For just a moment I thought you were done holding people hostage at knife point Annabeth," Thalia said with, wagging a 'for shame' finger at her. "Let the poor boy go this instant!"

“I’m relieved, can’t let her go getting soft now that she’s in love,” Jason snorted.

"A lesser person would hold you to saying that as some kind of blackmail Thals," Annabeth chuckled.

but there was a lot of other great stuff going on too. Grover had taken over the satyr seekers and was sending them out across the world to find unclaimed half-bloods.

Jason felt a giddy sense of pride that his reaction all the way back at the beginning of this hearing how unorganized they were had been given its own resolution. Gods he wanted to shake Grover's hand and meet him so bad to see what his chart looked like covering all of this.

 So far, the gods had kept their promise.

"For all of two weeks," Will nodded seriously. "Yeah, we were shocked too."

 New demigods were popping up all over the place—not just in America, but in a lot of other countries as well.

"We can hardly keep up," Grover admitted one afternoon as we were taking a break at the canoe lake. "We're going to need a bigger travel budget, and I could use a hundred more satyrs."

Alex resisted the urge to joke about an orgy with great restraint. Grover was a real person to Percy, not just an abstract joke.

"Yeah, but the satyrs you have are working super hard," I said. "I think they're scared of you."

Grover blushed. "That's silly. I'm not scary."

"You're a lord of the Wild, dude. The chosen one of Pan. A member of the Council of—"

"Stop it!" Grover protested. "You're as bad as Juniper. I think she wants me to run for president next."

"And I'd vote for his hindquarters!" Nico snorted. "He'd do wonders for environmental issues."

"Given you and Thalia are the only one's here old enough to vote, I guess we'd just help put up campaign signs," Percy chuckled.

He chewed on a tin can as we stared across the pond at the line of new cabins under construction. The U-shape would soon be a complete rectangle, and the demigods had really taken to the new task with gusto. 

Nico had some undead builders working on the Hades cabin. Even though he was still the only kid in it, it was going to look pretty cool: solid obsidian walls with a skull over the door and torches that burned with green fire twenty-four hours a day. Next to that were the cabins of Iris, Nemesis, Hecate, and several others I didn't recognize. They kept adding new ones to the blueprints every day. It was going so well, Annabeth and Chiron were talking about adding an entirely new wing of cabins just so they could have enough room.

Jason felt like getting up to high five Chiron. Of course Percy had been right, change was happening!

The Hermes cabin was a lot less crowded now, because most of the unclaimed kids had received signs from their godly parents. 

"What a concept, all the kids having a bed and a whole foot of space for themselves," Nico said dryly.

"I hope you're not expecting a thank you card," Percy rolled his eyes.

It happened almost every night, and every night more demigods straggled over the property line with the satyr guides, usually with some nasty monsters pursuing them, but almost all of them made it through.

'Almost all of them,' Magnus shook his head sadly he couldn't even feel real surprise and shock at how casually that was just put down.

"It's going to be a lot different next summer," I said. "Chiron's expecting we'll have twice as many campers."

"Yeah," Grover agreed, "but it'll be the same old place."

He sighed contentedly.

I watched as Tyson led a group of Cyclops builders. They were hoisting huge stones in place for the Hecate cabin, and I knew it was a delicate job. Each stone was engraved with magical writing, and if they dropped one, it would either explode or turn everyone within half a mile into a tree. I figured nobody but Grover would like that.

"Define, everyone?" Alex asked clinically, wondering if it would work on the cyclops, who were already nature spirit adjacents.

"Been there, done that, don't recommend," Thalia huffed.

"I'll be traveling a lot," Grover warned, "between protecting nature and finding half-bloods. I may not see you as much."

"Won't change anything," I said. "You're still my best friend."

He grinned. "Except for Annabeth."

"That's different."

"Yeah," he agreed. "It sure is."

"I miss him," Percy needlessly told her. "We need the three amigos out in the world!"

"I have a feeling you'll get your wish soon," Annabeth promised, but with the kind of smile that at least made him hope it would be fifty fifty on the fun/ death scale.

In the late afternoon, I was taking one last walk along the beach when a familiar voice said, "Good day for fishing."

My dad, Poseidon, was standing knee-deep in the surf, wearing his typical Bermuda shorts, beat-up cap, and a real subtle pink-and-green Tommy Bahama shirt. He had a deep-sea fishing rod in his hands, and when he cast it the line went way out—like halfway across Long Island Sound.

"Hey, Dad," I said. "What brings you here?"

He winked. "Never really got to talk in private on Olympus. I wanted to thank you."

"Thank me? You came to the rescue."

"Yes, and I got my palace destroyed in the process, 

Percy sighed loudly, he just knew that was going to come up again!

but you know—palaces can be rebuilt. I've gotten so many thank-you cards from the other gods. Even Ares wrote one, though I think Hera forced him to. It's rather gratifying. So, thank you. I suppose even the gods can learn new tricks."

"Yada yada old dogs," Magnus nodded.

"I'd leave at least half of them at the pound," Thalia smirked, causing Percy to laugh hard in agreement.

The Sound began to boil. At the end of my dad's line, a huge green sea serpent erupted from the water. It thrashed and fought, but Poseidon just sighed. Holding his fishing pole with one hand, he whipped out his knife and cut the line. The monster sank below the surface.

"Not eating size," he complained. "I have to release the little ones or the game wardens will be all over me."

"Little ones?"

"Game warden?" Jason felt he was asking the far more important question.

"I'll bet it's Grover," Will smirked.

He grinned. "You're doing well with those new cabins, by the way. I suppose this means I can claim all those other sons and daughters of mine and send you some siblings next summer."

"Damn," Alex snorted, "your dad is ice cold for that joke."

"He had to have that side of him somewhere, the ocean isn't all dolphins and maytai," Annaebth shrugged without surprise. Percy was to busy sitting in nervous silence to answer.

"Ha-ha."

Poseidon reeled in his empty line.

I shifted my feet. "Um, you were kidding, right?"

Poseidon gave me one of his inside-joke winks, and I still didn't know whether he was serious or not.

"He, wouldn't, have," but Jason sounded as confused and unsure as Percy did, and when this guy was on the same page as him, they were all in trouble.

Percy loved his little brother in Tyson, but a small, secret part of him had also kind of enjoyed the idea his mom was special. That it was Sally Jackson herself that had made Poseidon break his oath and sort of regret him being born until he proved otherwise. 

...besides, no way could other half-blood siblings have been out there all this time, still alive and awaiting to be discovered. They were supposed to be extra monsterlicious or something. Right?!

"I'll see you soon, Percy. And remember, know which fish are big enough to land, eh?"

With that he dissolved in the sea breeze, leaving a fishing pole lying in the sand.

"Did you keep it?" Alex asked casually.

"It was probably cursed," Percy said like that was an answer.

"And?" Alex spluttered in disappointment. Percy gave her a tragic look that he felt spoke all he needed to about enticing such ideas.

She turned grumpily away and muttered some more curses, though Percy wasn't quite sure if he meant the artifact kind or the cussing him out kind. He had a feeling Alex could manage both equally well at any rate.

That evening was the last night of camp—the bead ceremony. The Hephaestus cabin had designed the bead this year. It showed the Empire State Building, and etched in tiny Greek letters, spiraling around the image, were the names of all the heroes who had died defending Olympus. There were too many names, but I was proud to wear the bead. I put it on my camp necklace—four beads now. I felt like an old-timer. I thought about the first campfire I'd ever attended, back when I was twelve, and how I'd felt so at home.

That at least hadn't changed.

It was one of those things Percy hoped never did. His love of the color blue, how much he loved going fast on his pets, how much he looked forward coming to camp every year. He expected his feelings for Annabeth to change and reform, he accepted he'd keep feeling like a freak in his own head around all these different people who saw him as something special, but it felt good to fall back on simple things too.

"Never forget this summer!" Chiron told us. He had healed remarkably well, but he still trotted in front of the fire with a slight limp.

"Errr, Percy, he's always had that limp," Annabeth told him kindly.

"What? No he hasn't," Percy frowned. "I'd notice that."

"Yeah, sorry Perce," Will agreed. "It's not super obvious, but it's there. He got it from that Hercules incident."

Percy looked at them dumbfounded and was pretty sure they were pulling his leg...but he also still couldn't prove there wasn't some secret play they put on every year he'd never heard of so he was kind of at a loss.

 "We have discovered bravery and friendship and courage this summer. We have upheld the honor of the camp." He smiled at me, and everybody cheered. As I looked at the fire, I saw a little girl in a brown dress tending the flames. She winked at me with red glowing eyes. No one else seemed to notice her, but I realized maybe she preferred it that way.

"Yeah, I think Hestia is my spirit goddess," Magnus grinned. 

"We can throw you in the fire?" Alex asked with mild excitement.

"You're going to save the world by being handed a jar?" Percy asked blankly.

"Screw both of you," Magnus chuckled.

"And now," Chiron said, "early to bed! Remember, you must vacate your cabins by noon tomorrow unless you've made arrangements to stay the year with us. The cleaning harpies will eat any stragglers, and I'd hate to end the summer on a sour note!"

"Do we taste sour?" Nico asked, unimpressed.

"Don't say it like that," Will whined. "Chiron doesn't join in them eating us!"

"Well I'm so sorry I didn't get the correct interpretation out of that death threat," Nico rolled his eyes. He'd left this night, it had been the last thing he heard Chiron say. It had been a pretty memorable last stance.

The next morning, Annabeth and I stood at the top of Half-Blood Hill. We watched the buses and vans pull away, taking most of the campers back to the real world. A few old-timers would be staying behind, and a few of the newcomers, but I was heading back to Goode High School for my sophomore year—the first time in my life I'd ever done two years at the same school.

"In the sea of your life, that is a particularly depressing statement my friend," Jason said with a strange feeling of not being able to relate to Percy on that one. It was nice, he supposed, not to have a deep rooted parallel lodged in him about such a sad thing to hear, but somehow made Percy's life even more tragic than his own blank one for a moment.

"Yeah, yeah, news flash at ten, traffic or whatever," Percy shrugged, but it was still a good feeling. To smile and hope that they were just on winter break and he'd be able to actually continue this trend. The world wouldn't end because he'd accomplished something, it was all he'd wanted once upon a time.

"Good-bye," Rachel said to us as she shouldered her bag. She looked pretty nervous, but she was keeping a promise to her father and attending Clarion Academy in New Hampshire. It would be next summer before we got our Oracle back. 

"You'll do great." Annabeth hugged her. Funny, she seemed to get along fine with Rachel these days.

"Very, very strange, yes," Alex said in a posh, scholarly voice. "Next he'll sit around and ponder the existence of bread or something."

"Well documented history of something all human civilizations create," Annabeth helpfully said to his blank look.

"Ah, thanks," he said.

Rachel bit her lip. "I hope you're right. I'm a little worried. What if somebody asks what's on the next math test and I start spouting a prophecy in the middle of geometry class? The Pythagorean theorem shall be problem two. . . . Gods, that would be embarrassing."

"I think that would make her the most popular girl there though," Thalia grinned. "Teachers would never understand how the kids keep cheating, she wouldn't charge anyone for free answers to the test, just works out for everyone really."

"Don't get me started on how our education system is trash," Annabeth said with a sharp look at the book like Rachel was in front of her to debate this with on whether that would be of any help.

Annabeth laughed, and to my relief, it made Rachel smile.

"Well," she said, "you two be good to each other." Go figure, but she looked at me like I was some kind of troublemaker.

"You can't say anything Percy, you called yourself a trouble maker first," Thalia grinned.

"It was shocking I tell you, I'd never been labeled as such before," Percy insisted wide eyed, causing them all to laugh lightly again.

 Before I could protest, Rachel wished us well and ran down the hill to catch her ride.

Annabeth, thank goodness, would be staying in New York. She'd gotten permission from her parents to attend a boarding school in the city so she could be close to Olympus and oversee the rebuilding efforts.

"Guess that living in Cali. thing didn't stick?" Magnus asked, one part nervous for her, one part hopeful she'd just finally decided where she wanted her home to be.

"Not so much," Annabeth agreed, but the sad smile didn't linger as she turned back to the book casually. She'd keep in contact with her dad as long as he wanted to. She'd even offer to say hi to her step mom if she wanted to stop and chat on the phone. She'd come around for holidays or birthdays even. It just wasn't a necessity to her. She finally had her question answered of her place in his life.

"And close to me?" I asked.

"Well, someone's got a big sense of his own importance." But she laced her fingers through mine. I remembered what she'd told me in New York, about building something permanent, and I thought—just maybe—we were off to a good start.

"Well the bones of your relationship are at least well set in good sediment," Nico tried to say that in a complimentary way, but Percy just got another 'over my head' look and Nico shrunk in his seat rather than admit he'd spent hours in a museum once looking up niche facts of where dinosaur fossils were usually discovered.

The guard dragon Peleus curled contentedly around the pine tree underneath the Golden Fleece and began to snore, blowing steam with every breath.

"You've been thinking about Rachel's prophecy?" I asked Annabeth.

She frowned. "How did you know?"

"Because I know you."

Annabeth gave a mock, tragic sigh. "Am I already that predictable?"

"I don't mind a little calm and steady see-thoroughness right now," Percy promised. He could see that feeling hadn't faded at all with time too. She hadn't stopped studying Jason with those intense gray eyes every time she was sure he wasn't looking. A lesser guy would have been jealous. Percy was secure enough to know better it wasn't that blonde hair and blue eyes holding her attention after quoting that prophecy.

She bumped me with her shoulder. "Okay, so I have. Seven half-bloods shall answer the call. I wonder who they'll be. We're going to have so many new faces next summer."

"Those poor suckers have no clue what they're in for," Magnus said with experience.

"I'm still trying to hold out hope it won't involve us," Percy groaned.

"Well then, don't give the jar to Magnus," Alex reminded with an impish grin.

Annabeth chuckled along quietly, her eyes still darting between Jason, her cousin, and Alex. To much of what Artimes had said made sense with her dreams.

"Yep," I agreed. "And all that stuff about the world falling in storm or fire."

"You don't get a choice about the world ending that time," Jason agreed sadly. "You pick your poison and you like it."

"Bet I can find a loophole where one of the poison's tastes like blue-raspberry at least," Percy offered half-heartedly.

She pursed her lips. "And foes at the Doors of Death.

"Which is a particularly strange line," Nico nodded. "The Doors of Death are always moving, they're set in no spot, in Tartarus! No half-bloods would survive down there to bare arms against each other long enough."

"Not a theory I'd like to start beta-testing," Annabeth reluctantly agreed, though it was a soothing feeling for a moment to have a niche expert on at least one line at minimum.

 I don't know, Percy, but I don't like it. I thought . . . well, maybe we'd get some peace for a change."

"What on earth gave you that strange thought?" Thalia asked her in concern.

"My recent visit to the delusional land of Olympus where everything was sunshine and rainbows by design," Annabeth sighed.

"Wouldn't be Camp Half-Blood if it was peaceful," I said.

"I guess you're right . . . Or maybe the prophecy won't happen for years."

"Could be a problem for another generation of demigods," I agreed. "Then we can kick back and enjoy."

She nodded, though she still seemed uneasy. I didn't blame her, but it was hard to feel too upset on a nice day, with her next to me, knowing that I wasn't really saying good-bye. We had lots of time.

"Race you to the road?" I said.

"You are so going to lose." She took off down Half-Blood Hill and I sprinted after her.

For once, I didn't look back. 

Alex smiled as she closed the book to finally indicate she was done, this one was done. It was a strange feeling of relief and accomplishment when it had nothing to do with her in particular, just one that always came with finishing a new story. Having someone else's life given a tangible place in her world was usually such a fleeting thing.

Percy jumped up and did a lap around the room, arms up in a delirious victory. He would have been shouting like a loon at the top of his lungs if he wasn't worried about drawing the cranky Titan back.

The others couldn't blame him in the slightest, letting him work off his energy as they waited for Jason to stretch and offer, "don't worry, I can wait one more day to deal with the next stretch of my mess. We can all hit bed for the night."

"Thank you," Annabeth said politely, though she and Thalia exchanged almost disappointed looks. They almost didn't want that. They'd known everything of their past, but there was a hunger in them to get a look at the other side of a gods face and see just what Jason had gotten up to. 

Alex, Will, and Nico were already walking off however, talking about death auras and color theory in a disturbing crisscross conversation, and Percy was starting to slow his frantic run and rubbing his stomach, so they weren't going to argue the point tonight and let it go to take a breath at minimum.

Magnus lingered on the couch where he'd been sitting by Alex, head tipped back and staring at the ceiling with a forlorn expression.

Annabeth sunk down uneasily beside him and asked, "thinking about Hearth?"

He nodded, an uncomfortable position for his neck for sure at the awkward angle as he didn't look around. "I feel like such trash, he's my friend, and here Percy just went and made sure the world was safe for all of his, and I waved mine goodby on the word a Titan wouldn't just chuck him off the planet by accident."

"Percy isn't perfect," Annabeth corrected with a fond smile. "I know you know I once jumped on the back of a manticore, and he beat himself up over it too."

Magnus finally turned to face her, waving his hand around in the water to show how much that comparison didn't work.

"I know," she agreed. "Just, I know you're going to beat yourself up, but try to leave some skin unbruised too. If Hearth left of his own accord, I can't see him blaming you."

Magnus sighed and nodded in agreement. He wanted to believe that, at any rate.

Annabeth watched, seeing him now studying the empty seat with a faraway look in his eyes she knew all to well, the lost expression of not knowing what to do about a situation wasn't just for his friend.

"You like her," Annabeth said astutely, tucking her legs underneath her and studying him, "I could tell that after being here half a day. Have you said anything to Alex?"

Magnus bit his lip and wasn't sure how to say it.

"Is it because you're only attracted to her, half the time?" She kept fishing.

"No, no," Magnus quickly corrected. "I, find her just as intriguing on her he days. I mean, I've never been attracted to a guy before, but it's not, I mean, I like Alex, no matter what gender she or he is."

"So what's the problem?" Annabeth repeated, pure sympathy in her tone.

He clasped his hands and tapped his fingers against his chin, there was no nice way to say it. "Not sure what's going to happen when we get back. I'm still, I'm not sure if you're camp, well, up there-"

His cousin's eyes filled with regret, she leaned forward in her seat, feet spilling back onto the floor to support her weight as she automatically went in to hug him, before she hesitated and leaned right back. He smiled at her in relief and forced himself to relax, not even realizing he'd tensed up until she'd sat back in her seat, but still leaning on the edge.

"You're homeless." She said it as a statement, not a question. He didn't bother to deny it. What would be the point when she'd find out the second they got out of here? Her face flooded with the one thing that didn't send him running away though. Understanding. "Magnus, I am so sorry about that, if I'd known-"

"How could you," he brushed off any responsibility on her part. "As bad as things apparently are between your dad, if he even knows, you've had your own troubles going on-"

"I asked about you though," Annabeth insisted, she was twisting her hands up in her lap and he smiled to imagine her Yankees cap there. "When he told me about Aunt Natalie, that first summer I'd seen him in so long, I cried all night. He said he tried to find you but the system had no record of you, and my step-mom was just in the kitchen the whole time making her kids lunch like nothing was wrong, well, it didn't set a good precedent for that summer. I just thought, I don't know, you were living with Uncle Randolph, safe, I was still fighting with them so much-"

"I don't blame you," he insisted to her guilt ridden face. 

"I should have looked for you," she insisted too. "You could have been at camp with us all along."

"I don't know about that," he frowned and looked up at the ceiling again, then reluctantly, the door. "That's why I'm, well it doesn't help I'm a tongue tied idiot around her, but I don't know what's going to happen when we get back. The last thing I should be worried about is a crush when, well I have no clue about my parentage and," he trailed off with his face burning red and his own hands gripping painfully tight to each other.

Annabeth bumped their knees together as she leaned forward without being forceful about it, her tone dead serious. "Chiron will not turn you four away. You'll have somewhere safe to be Magnus." Then she looked over her shoulder, and back to him with a promising smile. "I can tell you really have feelings for Alex, and you shouldn't wait on something like that."

He was blushing again even as he answered, "it's not like it's just me. Alex is, so confident, about everything! I still think she's just been messing with me! If she did like me, I think she'd say something about it, she's so bold." He was smiling by the end, he could hear to his own ears how gently he spoke of her and couldn't even find the blush to be embarrassed about it anymore, even as Annabeth's smile increased.

She still spoke candidly, but there was a hint of worry for the first time. "Maybe, well, she has feelings for somebody else up there right now."

Magnus's heart plummeted, he hadn't thought of that.

"Maybe there's, other things going on in her circumstances," Annabeth relentlessly went on, "but Magnus, you'll regret it if you don't at least ask. Trust me."

He did trust her. He didn't envy the two living through the end of the world before finding peace in each other. He didn't want total destruction to get up the courage to say something to Alex and wondered what other obstacles between near constant death by monster and kidnapping's might circumvent them giving each other a chance. 

Magnus knew the moment Percy must have walked back in the room by watching her face light up, shifting around in her seat as if her first reaction were to go to him. She stopped herself and smiled back at him.

He nodded to be left alone,  so Annabeth just gave him a promising smile as she stretched and stood up, going over to Percy and putting her hand in his like it was the most natural thing in the world as they discussed what they wanted for dinner with Thalia.

His mind was so preoccupied trying to figure out what exactly he was going to say to Alex on the way to her door, he had no clue how long he was standing in front of it only to see it was open. Wrapping his knuckles sharply on it anyways and very cautiously easing his head around, he called out for her with no answer. 

It was as bland as everybody else's, if he hadn't subconsciously noted which one she'd come out of yesterday he'd never have guessed who's it could be, but there was also something so uniquely Alex about it he was sure he wasn't wrong. The smell of wet clay lingered in the air, there was a sewing kit resting beside the pillow, and a plate of Hershey's Kisses on top of the fridge, all unwrapped and arranged in a nonlinear way. 

His first impulse was to swipe them into his mouth and book it, but this was Alex's room, and he'd never stolen from someone he wasn't pretty convinced didn't deserve it, so he instead opened up the door below.

Instead of food, what he found was a bowl. A beautiful work of pottery with intricate, almost 3D looking designs all along the side of a caterpillar weaving itself into a cocoon and coming out, only for its wings to beat for all of one image and begin withering in the very next to turn to dust, a telling story all the way until he spun it back around to start. 

The kind of thing he would have scoffed and been disgusted at the price of, only someone living the lap of luxury could afford in a window. His hands felt grubby holding it.

He swiftly set it on her bed before the worst could happen and bumped into the fridge door, closing it to hide the evidence he'd found such a thing while the chocolate all moved around on the plate.

Then his mind seized in a panic, wanting to put it back before she found he'd saw it, and he had to grab something else out to prove he hadn't of course! But what- his eyes darted to the chocolate, and he frantically slammed and yanked the door too quickly, the universe glitched as it delivered so fast, but a bag of Kisses fell onto his shoe. He ripped the bag open and hastily shoved one in as he kicked the door back shut, feeling the strange crinkling sensation on his tongue and realizing he'd forgotten to unwrap it- 

"Magnus?" 

He choked, his hands fumbled, and for some reason his brain screamed at him to hide the evidence. The rich chocolate fell to the floor, scattering to every corner as the half-unwrapped one sat on his tongue as he whirled around to see her dark brown and amber eyes were glittering at him from across the room as she sauntered over. She stopped right in front of him, eyeing his lips clinically.

Magnus swallowed and knew he should open his mouth, say something, like why he was invading Alex's privacy and something else very important, he was sure he'd come in here to say something but really couldn't remember right now as Alex leaned in.

Alex planted a hand firmly on his shoulder and kissed him.

It was not gentle, but neither was the way Magnus's knees literally gave out on him and he fell back against the wall, his hands had pulled Alex's shirt with him, so that Alex was fully pressed into him and her lips were still a tantalizing breath apart.

She braced her other hand against the wall right by his head, he felt her shift her weight and his eyes snapped open as he began to apologize and let go only to see her nose to nose with him and smiling, not leaning back an inch. "I'm homeless," he blurted out, and gods he was the most idiotic person on earth as he licked his lips. He was surprised he wasn't choking on that wrapper and probably dying and hallucinations all this.

"I guessed that, I am too," she nodded. Some of her hair had fallen out of the updo, curling back around her shoulders. They were so close, his golden strands were twining together with hers. "I'm a child of Loki."

Judging by her reserved tone, how she was still shifting her weight around, he probably should have had some revelation to that. Even he'd heard of that god. "The god of trickery? Thor's brother?" He was running his tongue over his lip still where they tingled and had never wanted someone to move away less. Maybe he had a chocolate allergy he'd never known of.

She gave him a joyless smile, the nails on his shoulder digging in just a bit, for all the world like she was still fixing to lean back but had yet to do so. "How those Greek kids speak of children of Hades, as outcasts, untrustworthy, that's how our kind will see me Magnus."

"You're not seeing anyone else are you?" He blurted, again. He wasn't touching her anywhere but where his fingers were still holding onto the edge of her odd shirt, the material crinkled like she’d wrapped herself in foil, just the tips of his fingers.

Her smile was very sad as she leaned in and kissed him again, fully capturing his lips. The world might have actually ended by the time she leaned back again, his protection had possibly evaporated into her he was left breathing so shallowly like all the oxygen had been deprived from him. "No," she finally answered in the gentlest voice Magnus had yet heard from her. Her eyes were closed as she stayed right where she was. "Give me time to tell you about Adrian." Her breath caught on the name. Then she opened her eyes, and finally pushed off him and took a step back.

There was chocolate smeared across her lips now and he found himself swallowing none left in his mouth.

"Okay," he promised, thinking Percy would have to come in here and pry him off this wall before he figured out how to move again. "I, um, you're gorgeous," he finally, stupidly, remembered what he'd wanted to come in here and tell her, and the compliment seemed very underwhelming now.

She laughed, that same crooked smile playing across her lips he didn't think he'd ever want to look away from. "And you're an adorable goof."

"I can work with that," he nodded so much he may or  may not have broken his neck.

***

Percy finally held her tight that night.

“All coming back to you?” She couldn’t even put a tease in her voice as she lovingly curled into his chest without hesitation and his arms just circled her tighter.

There was comfortable silence for a while. But they both knew. It was a pause of their earlier fight, and they were both testing the waters to see who would break it first.

Percy did, cutting right to the heart of it. He’d seen that look on her face and known what it was. “I got lost, and it wasn’t your fault.”

She said nothing, her nails digging tight into his back. He could feel the hitch in her voice as she fought back a sob.

“The day you can tell a god or goddess or Titan what to do with me is the day you get crowned Queen of Olympus, and Zeus is doing a shit job too, so, I actually like your odds better,” he concluded with the contemplative simpleness she adored about him so much. He had a very black and white view of the world, one she didn’t share but admired.

“I think what’s killing me is, that Artemis had to help,” she admitted. She could only admit this to him, since she was being honest here. 

He nodded, because he understood that too. “I’m sure your mom would say good counsel isn’t unwise?” He tried and failed to offer, knowing the answer. “Your mom might never have liked my help, but she can’t claim to have never needed it. She has demigods to do her bidding too.”

“Her counsel, perhaps, but I, I don’t know Percy. I hate the idea, of not knowing what they have planned for you. Of what they’ll ask you to do before this is all over.”

“What they’ll ask us to do,” Percy reminded, she could hear the grin of his voice from the comfort of his beating heart in her ear. “Oceanus might be an idiot, but he made it pretty clear he didn’t pull all of them in here by mistake. Now, you are a part of it, and we’ll make the right call.”

“I hope you’re right,” she murmured. Her mind was on Jason, and her cousin and Alex. Her mind was on those books, and how no god’s gift came without a price. Her mind was on Artemis still, and what she’d ask of them too when they got out of here.

And that would only be the beginning.

PJOPJOPJO

I don’t want to promise when I’ll start the next set of books. I want to get into a new fandom I’ve never explored before and really get invested without fretting in the back of my mind about writing. I want to say I’ll start posting the first chapter around the end of December with a possible first bonus chapter early that month, but if I wait a bit into New Year’s don't be alarmed either. My heart is SET on finishing these, I just don’t want to force it when I’m still playing around with a few ideas.

I will give the minor spoiler and promise I’m kicking around some new characters to bring in, but I would have to take some out too, I won’t go over my limit of eight. 

Tell me which you’d prefer? I’m angling to bring in Leo and Piper or Reyna and Frank, both have merits, but I know you all have your own ideas.

[xmushy-gushyx]

September 29, 2024 "I lost my virginity"

I fucked him first just as we planned, there'd been multiple occasions where he almost lost control and fucked me into my nest like the pretty little fuckdoll I am but he composed himself <3

So It started with the shower, he got in and was meant to invite me inside when he was ready,

During this time I tried to clean up my room and get the toys and such prepared

my mom ended up coming home and interrupting that. I sat on the stairs waiting for him to finish showering, I had to not tell him she was home so he could finish his shower. Then my mom finished her business and left. Me hopping into the shower next.

Excitedly I cuddled him naked in my bed when i returned from cleaning. Then I slipped the strap-on on. Rule 1. We'd set before was we'd both keep our binders on, a rule we'd quickly ignore. He had to help me lube my toy up with some hand cream cause I've never had to use anything as lube before, but it really didn't take long for almost all of the 8 inches to be inside him <3<3<3

He was pretty under me, I like listening to his sounds and making him feel oh so good, I thought it'd be easier but literally after a minute my body and legs were exhausted so quickly I have to work on that

His internal grip is so strong he kept popping my dick off @~@

Since I couldn't pound into him that well we moved to the pretty puppy riding me! And gods was he cute moving himself up and down the entire eight inches. This didn't last long with puppy's legs getting all sore <3

So we shifted again

I think I fucked him for a bit by hand, I remember being, semi-confused by how to do it and then I remember having to switch hands frequently which I believe added to some confusion later

When we switched he planned to keep the big one in him whike fucking me but it took a minute to find his confetti dick and my very unsexy panicking while looking probably didn't help him keep all of the toy inside him (💧^-^)

When it was my turn he slipped into the harness as I readjusted some pieces for him. I laid down on my back with my legs spread, he took a good look at all of me, calling me cute and such as I felt so embarrassed. he popped the head inside of me and slipped the rest into me, me struggling around the constant slight discomfort of it being inside me(Not that the one in me was anywhere near the size of the one in him-)

He tried thrusting into me for a bit much his cute pathetic body couldn't keep up with that for long

So he switched to his hand, and I remember that being the best feeling I had ever felt thrusting into me, pathetically gasping and moaning I'm sure while my fingers slipped down to play with myself(never being one for internal stimulation myself >~<)

I remember there being this peak where all I could think about was how good I felt, right on edge, and then he falters for a moment while switching hands

"That was all with my left :D"

He said, dumb cute little smile on his face while wave of confusion hits me for meer seconds before, my eyes tolling back as he pounds harder into me than I'd ever experienced thus far

I made this little "uh uh uh uh" sounds in sync with him pounding into me

"Uh uh uh"

My brain melting as my heart raced, pleasure I never realized so possible from such stimulation until tears began to form in my eyes, breath quick as choked sobs escaped me

I heard him awwing at me as I pulled him closer, shaking and needing him to be pressed against me so I didn't break down sobbing with my mother still downstairs.

We laid there for a bit, toy still inside me, just heat against one another as I calmed down from all the pleasure chemicals rushing through me

He slipped the toy out of me, a pop sound as it left covered in my slick.

I laid under him and as soon as my body completely relaxed, my hips started rocking. He sighed and chuckled, moving to grab his vibrator for his very very silly>:(( idea of roulette(v.1 beta)

He asked me to pick a number between 1 and 10, 7, but I swear he clicked 8, it was this infuriating setting "bubububuzz, rest, bubububuzz, rest" over and over as I grinded against it, whining at him in frustration at my unsatisfaction. Then he let me pick again when I'd gotten all fussy, I don't remember the next setting, but the one after it was just one ahead of the perfect setting. I can still here his teasing "awwww" as I cried out in frustration

After a little bit of struggle and dissatisfaction I was huffing and puffing, slipping my hand between my legs and holding the button myself to change the setting, my boyfriend scolded me but let me continue(probably seeing the annoyance in my gaze) and as it finally landed on the good setting I got all cozy

Melting into sweet sounds and letting pleasure wash over me as the toy buzzed against my clitty >////<

Finishing and getting all cuddled together after, melting into his warmth yet again, nuzzling against him, and then he asked me to fuck him again sighing in disbelief but happily obliging.

I moved between his legs, taking this time to inspect him, looking at the pretty heart his folds create and then opening past them to get a good look at his tiny and pathetic adorable little dick hidden behind everything <3

I wanted more than anything to put my mouth all over him and stare at him forever but as my puppy became uncomfy(maybe due to some of my giggling, but I can't help it I get all giggly around him from being so happy)

So I moved to what puppy really wanted

Fucking him with my big cock <3, using my pathetic bitchboy arms to pump it in and out of him, having to continuously switch around my hands, shifting from right, to both, to left, then back over and over again with a thankfully clear goal in mind of forcing tears from my pup

Thrusting over and over and over while watching his face till I finally got what I wanted and the biggest smile spread over my face, he's so adorable when he cries I can't help myself.

Whe puppy asked me to stop(something that also confused me!! I couldve been fucked for multiple more hours) I let go, I believe he kept it in him a bit longer as we laid down to relax for awhile.

I'm glad it was with him, I'm glad he made me feel so good and safe. Thank you, darling.

[allaboutjeanboy]

The Bullet

New Direction

chapter 2 🤞

BEEP

BEEP

BEEP

You jolted awake to the blaring sound of your alarm, groaning at the realization that you actually had to get up this early. After turning off the alarm, you rubbed your tired eyes and glanced at your phone. To your surprise, you saw you had been added to a group chat with the people you met last night, along with a few others who seemed like they might be Sasha's friends.

KUWTK😜

Twin🤞:

guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ik you guys already know but y/n's my childhood bestie and she's just moved here from Sina so i decided to add her

Connie :

she's awesome you guys need to meet her

Eren :

wtf are you guys doing texting this late

oh wait nvm

it's nice to meet you y/n

Twin🤞 :

she'll probably be sleeping she needs to get up early

yk she's a figure skater??? totally badass

Eren :

might see her at practice sometime tomorrow then

Historia :

Sasha did you tell her about this weekend?? i would love to put a face to her name

Connie :

ofc she's coming 🙄🙄

You scrolled through the messages for about a minute or so to see what they were saying. Mostly everyone was just introducing themselves so you decided to text them to then introduce yourself. If you were being honest, you were surprised they accepted you so quickly but then again they did mention that Sasha would mention you a lot with made your heart swell at how deeply Sasha cared for you.

KUWTK😜

y/n :

heyyy

it's nice meeting you guys as you know i'm y/n

sorry i reply earlier i was sleeping

You powered down your phone and set it aside so you could get ready for practice. It felt a bit silly, but you couldn't help feeling like a kid again, buzzing with excitement at the thought of heading to the ice rink. Even though you felt your nerves slowing creeping in, you chose to stay positive. After all, the only reason you were so drawn to Trost College was because of that very rink.

You reluctantly climbed out of your warm bed and headed to the blinds, only to be hit by a wave of cold air. It dawned on you that winter was creeping in, and you had completely forgotten about the dropping temperatures. As you pulled the blinds open, the bright sunlight flooded your room, causing you to blink as your eyes adjusted. After a moment, you made your way to the bathroom to do your morning skincare and brush your teeth.

Once you were finished in the bathroom, you quickly pulled your hair into a bun before deciding on your outfit for practice. You opted for your usual look: black leggings and a long-sleeve compression shirt. To keep warm on your walk to campus, you layered on a hoodie and a jacket, eager to explore more of the area. You grabbed your big duffel bag from the closet and started packing your essentials. Remembering the new skates Sasha had gifted you, you decided to toss them in as well. Sure, it might not be the best idea to break in new skates while meeting your coach, but you were too excited to care.

After about five more minutes, you were finally ready. You slung your duffel bag over your shoulder and headed out your bedroom and towards the door. Just as you reached it, you remembered you needed to fill up your water bottle before leaving. You quickly did that, grabbed your keys, and stepped out, locking the door behind you.

You stepped out of the elevator and made your way toward the main entrance. As you walked outside, a blast of icy air hit you, sending a shiver down your spine. Wincing at the sudden chill, you tried to push it aside and popped in your AirPods, hoping to distract yourself from the biting cold.

As you walked, a wave of excitement mixed with nervousness washed over you. With each step closer, everything felt more real, and that realization scared you. You weren't used to being in this unfamiliar place, and the thought of not knowing anyone made it even more daunting. But before your overthinking spiraled out of control, you took a deep breath, trying to swallow down the anxiousness building inside you. You reminded yourself that it was probably best to relax before meeting your new coach; after all, you wanted to make a great first impression.

Your steps slowed to a stop as you finally arrived at the ice rink, and you couldn't help but stare in awe at its beauty from the outside. You looked like a kid who had just been offered a mountain of sweets. Shaking off the moment of wonder, you quickly walked into the building and approached the front desk. To your right, a short man with black hair holding a clipboard seemed to notice you and made his way over. *Is this my new coach? damn he's small.* you thought to yourself.

He stood in front of you, extending his hand for a shake. "Hello, my name is Levi Ackerman, and I'll be your new coach." You shook his hand and replied politely, "I'm y/n, it's nice to meet you." He gestured for you to follow him, leading you toward the changing rooms. "Put your belongings in the changing room, then come to the side of the rink, and we'll get started," he said with a stern tone. He was a bit intimidating, so you quickly complied and stepped into the changing room.

Once inside, you set your bag down and peeled off your jacket and jumper. You unzipped your bag to reveal your brand-new skates, and you couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt—especially since you had no idea how Sasha managed to afford them; they were ridiculously expensive. After lacing up your ice skates and putting on your guards, you walked out of the changing room and headed toward the side of the rink, ready to begin.

You were amazed just looking at how big the rink was, you knew it was big but it was even bigger in person. As you spotted Levi and started to walk towards him. He looks up and gives you a nod of approval. "Good, you're ready. I expect you to give it your all today. Remember, practice is where you build your skills, so don't hold back. Let's see what you've got." His tone is firm but there's a hint of encouragement in his voice. you complied since you wanted to get on his good side "Yes sir." With that you opened the side door to get onto the ice.

Once you step onto the ice, you take a deep breath, feeling the cool air rush past you. You glide forward, your skates slicing through the surface, and you focuses on her movements. At first, you practice some basic glides and turns to warm up, allowing herself to get comfortable. You needed to gain a bit more confidence before doing anything else, so you skated around the rink once then added more intricate footwork. You felt your nerves fade away quite quickly as you started moving around a bit more. Before long you started you add in spins to showcase more of your skills.

You kept an eye on Levi, looking for some feedback. As you finish your warm-up, Levi watches closely. After a few moments, he crosses his arms and nods slightly, then calls out, "Not bad. I can see you've put in some work. Your technique is solid, but there's room for improvement. Focus on your balance during those spins, and remember to keep your posture strong. Let's push you a bit harder today." His tone is both critical and encouraging, which made you more determined to impress him. "Yes sir."

With determination in your eyes, you glide to the center of the rink, feeling the adrenaline coursing through your veins. Quickly, you take a deep breath, your heart racing as you gather up speed. As you approach the jump, you focus on your technique, body poised and ready. You dig the edges of your skates into the ice, launching yourself into the air with a powerful push.

Your body rotates gracefully, spinning three times before you prepare to land. Time seems to slow as you complete the rotations. With precision, you spot your landing and extends your leg, landing smoothly on one skate, your arms raised in triumph as you balances perfectly. As you land the triple axel, Levi's expression shifts to one of serious approval. He nods firmly and says, "That was a strong attempt, y/n. Your technique was solid, and the landing was good. However, remember that consistency is key. We need to work on your confidence in the air and your control during the landing. Let's focus on refining those aspects in our next session." His tone is direct, but it felt nice for him to acknowledge your talent.

About three hours had flown by, and the clock now read 7 AM. Levi had reminded you that you needed to get off in about 30 minutes, so you were determined to make the most of the time left. Suddenly, you heard Levi call out, "Let's see your triple axel again! I want you to improve on it a little before you leave!" You nodded, feeling a surge of motivation as you picked up your pace on the ice. You circled the rink twice, gathering your focus, then took a deep breath.

With precision, you positioned your body, digging the tips of your skates into the ice. You pushed yourself upward, soaring into the air. For a brief moment, everything else faded away as you spun three times, feeling the exhilaration of the jump. As you prepared to land, you extended your legs, aiming for a smooth finish. The thrill of the moment filled you with a sense of accomplishment.

You suddenly heard a familiar voice call out, "Whoa, y/n! That was awesome!" Turning towards the sound, you spotted the entire hockey team standing nearby. Just my luck, you thought to yourself. Connie was the one shouting, which didn't surprise you, but then your gaze landed on Jean. You shot him a dirty look before gliding across the ice toward the door at the side of the rink. As you approached, a smile spread across your face. "Thanks, Con man," you said, feeling a mix of gratitude and annoyance.

As you stepped off the ice, Levi handed you your skating guards and introduced you to their coach. "Y/n, this is Erwin Smith, the boys' ice hockey coach." Erwin smiled warmly as you met his gaze, extending his hand for a shake. You quickly took his hand, introducing yourself while feeling a bit embarrassed under the scrutiny of everyone around you.

Erwin broke the silence with a genuine compliment, "Your skating skills are amazing; we haven't seen raw talent like that in a while." His impressed smile made your heart race. You could feel your cheeks warming as you replied, "Thank you, sir," grateful yet flustered by the attention and praise.

Connie came up to you and wrapped you in a tight hug, his hockey gear crunching around you. He then turned to the boys, throwing an arm around your shoulder. "Guys, this is y/n, Sasha's old friend—the one she added to the group chat." You smiled at everyone, catching Jean's sharp glare directed at you, but he stayed silent.

A boy with brown hair tied in a bun and piercing green eyes stepped forward, smiling as he introduced himself. "Hey, I'm Eren. It's good to meet you." He went on to introduce the others—Reiner, Bertolt, Porco, Colt, and Marco, who you had already met. You felt a mix of excitement and nervousness as you took in the friendly faces surrounding you, well expect Jean, he had a scowl on his face. What the hell was his problem? why was he so rude, you've not even done anything wrong.

Erwin then interrupted, "Sorry to cut in, but you boys better get on the ice and start practicing; we've got a game in a few weeks." As everyone began saying their goodbyes, Jean walked past but suddenly stopped in front of you, towering over you with an imposing presence. "Is that really how you skate? It looks more like you're trying to avoid falling than actually skating," he said with a stern tone. You scowled up at him, feeling anger surge through your veins. Who did he think he was to treat you like that? Instead of backing down, you decided to tease him, wanting to annoy him just as much as he annoyed you. "I know you're just jealous because you're insecure about your own abilities," you shot back playfully, looking up at him. You must have hit a nerve because the look he gave you was intense enough to turn anyone to stone. With a huff, Jean pushed past you, nudging your shoulder with his before striding away to join the others on the ice.

Levi then turned to you and sat you down to go over what you can improve on next time. After that you went back into the changing rooms and just sit down for a second, you were completely exhausted but if Levi gave you the chance, you'd probably still go back on the ice. Levi didn't actually seem all that bad, he's a good coach and he gives good advice.

Once you had recollected yourself, you opened your bag and checked your room to see you had a message from your sister, Sage. You had 3 siblings, 2 sisters and 1 brother. You've missed them a lot, especially your oldest sister, since she was the first to move out you've not really seen her as often. It can go months without seeing each other and it's drifted you a little but you both still try and contact each other whenever you get the chance to.

Your sister is your soul sister; being the second oldest, you've formed a deeper connection with her than with your other siblings. You just don't relate to your younger brother, Sebastian, or your sister, Charlotte, the way you do with Sage. When you're apart from her, it feels like a part of you is missing. Growing up, you two were practically inseparable—always attached at the hip. Sage is also best friends with Sasha, and the three of you used to hang out together all the time; you were never without Sage.

You smiled to yourself before opening her message.

Sage💞

Sage💞 :

Hey girl it's been a while don't u think???

we should go to the club together just us, what do you think?

y/n :

hey sis 🤞🤞🤞

i'd love to

Sage💞 :

alright i'll pick you up at 7 then

You felt a wave of happiness as you realized you were finally getting to spend time with your sister. One of the main reasons you were eager to go to Trost was because she had moved there to attend college for a few years before deciding to drop out and settle down with her boyfriend, well, fiancé. At just four years older than you, she seemed to have her life all figured out, and you couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy for her seemingly effortless life.

You placed your phone on the bench, eager to untie and remove your skates. Almost immediately, you regretted wearing new skates; your feet throbbed with discomfort, and you could already feel the beginnings of bruises forming. Well, the damage was done, and there was no point in dwelling on it now. Once you finally got your skates off, you decided to give your feet a much-needed five-minute break. You slipped on your hoodie and jacket, then put on your shoes, grateful for the relief as you settled in.

When you finally felt ready, you stepped out of the changing room and waved goodbye to Levi. He gave you a strange look, and you couldn't help but think it was because of the way you were walking—your sore feet definitely weren't making it easy to stride confidently.

You stepped outside into the chilly morning air and decided to treat yourself to a warm cup of hot chocolate since you always skipped breakfast. You figured you might as well grab some for Sasha and Mikasa too, even if Sasha was still snoozing away. The café was just a short walk away on campus, and since you had plenty of time to kill until 7, it seemed like the perfect plan.

You walk towards the café, feeling the brisk morning air wrap around you like a refreshing embrace. Each step crunches softly on the fallen leaves, and you can't help but smile at the peacefulness of the campus as it slowly stirs to life. The thought of a warm cup of hot chocolate fuels your anticipation, and with every stride, you feel a little lighter, almost eager to escape the chill and step into the inviting warmth that awaits you.

You stepped into the café, and the aroma enveloped you like a warm hug, making your mouth water with anticipation. The cozy little spot was delightfully small and surprisingly quiet, which worked in your favor—no long lines to contend with. As you approached the counter to place your order, a cheerful blonde girl greeted you with a bright smile. "Hello! What can I get for you?" she asked politely, and her kindness instantly made you smile back, even though you knew it was part of her job. "Three hot chocolates, please and thank you." She nodded and tapped the screen to enter your order. "That will be £4," she said, and you handed over the money, feeling a little rush of excitement as you waited for your drinks.

She glanced over at you before speaking, "What's your name, so I can give you the right cup?" You smiled and replied, "Y/N." Her face lit up as if she recognized you. "Oh my gosh! You're Y/N? I'm one of Sasha's good friends. My name's Historia, by the way." You couldn't help but smile back as you chatted with her while she prepared your drinks. She mentioned her girlfriend, Ymir, and reminded you about the gathering at her dorm—she must really want you to come. Once Historia finished making your drinks, she asked for your number to stay in touch. You didn't mind at all and gave it to her without hesitation. After that, you waved goodbye as you headed out, thinking she seemed really nice. Her girlfriend's one lucky girl!

Once you stepped back outside, you slipped your AirPods in, knowing that music always made the walk feel faster. With your favorite playlist playing, you started toward your dorm, the rhythm of the songs matching your pace and lifting your spirits.

As you walk back to your dorm room, the morning sun warms your face, and the air is crisp. In your hands, you cradle a steaming cup of hot chocolate, the rich aroma wrapping around you like a cozy blanket. Each sip feels like a reward for your hard work on the field, the sweetness melting away any lingering fatigue.

The campus is quiet, with only a few students milling about, but the peacefulness adds to the moment. You take in the vibrant fall colors of the trees lining the path, feeling grateful for the little things. With each step, you look forward to unwinding in the apartment, maybe a warm bath, all while savoring the warmth of your drink. The day ahead feels promising, and you can't help but smile as you approach your dorm, ready to embrace whatever comes next.

As you approach the dorm building, you step through the main entrance and are instantly enveloped by the warmth inside, soothing your tense muscles. You make your way to the elevator and press the button for the third floor. The doors close slowly, and you feel the gentle ascent, the elevator humming softly as it carries you upward before finally coming to a stop.

You stepped into the quiet hallway, making your way toward your dorm at the very end of the corridor. As you rummaged for your keys in your pocket, you finally unlocked the door. Mikasa looked up from her spot, her soft smile warming the room as you walked in. You set your things down and approached her. "Hey Mikasa, I brought hot chocolate for all of us on the way back," you said, placing the cups on the counter. "Thank you," She pulled you into a brief embrace, then picked up her cup and took a sip, a look of contentment crossing her face.

Before long, Sasha wandered into the kitchen, her eyes lighting up as she thanked you for the warm drink before nearly devouring it. You all settled in together, chatting for about ten minutes, when you suddenly remembered that Sage had invited you out. With a smile on your face, you said, "Oh yeah, my sister invited me out to a bar to catch up since we haven't seen each other in a while." Sasha turned her head toward you, her expression shifting as she began to share how much she missed Sage, and you couldn't help but laugh at her enthusiasm.

Sasha was close with all your siblings, but her bond with Sage was especially strong since the two of you were practically inseparable. After chatting with Mikasa and Sasha, you made your way to the bathroom, feeling an urgent need for a shower. You turned the water on, ensuring it was hot, grateful for the warmth after being out in the cold since 4 a.m.

You step into the bathroom and close the door behind you, the sound of the shower running filling the space. You adjust the water to your preferred temperature, letting the steam envelop you as you step under the cascade. The warm water washes away the chill from your skin, easing the tension in your muscles. You take a moment to enjoy the sensation, then reach for your favorite shampoo, lathering it into your hair before rinsing it out, then putting your conditioner in for about a minute before rinsing it off. Next, you grab the body wash, letting the fragrant suds cleanse away the day. After a few minutes of relaxation, you rinse off, feeling rejuvenated.

After stepping out of the shower, you grab a soft towel and wrap it around yourself, feeling the warmth still clinging to your skin. You move to the sink and start your skincare routine, applying a gentle cleanser followed by a hydrating toner, making sure to pat it into your skin. Next, you reach for your favorite moisturizer, smoothing it over your face and neck, enjoying the refreshing sensation. Once your skin feels nourished, you head to the vanity to apply body cream, focusing on areas that tend to dry out, leaving your skin feeling soft and supple. Finally, you grab your blow dryer and begin to dry your hair, carefully working through the strands until they're smooth and shiny, then you put your hair into roller to give a blowout effect.

You thought you should text your sister to ask what you were going to wear.

Sage💞

y/n :

hey what should I wear, just so i know xx

Sage💞 :

something fancyyyyy

i feel like dressing up tonight xx

y/n.:

sounds good

see you later xx

Feeling a bit bored, you decided to search for an outfit, knowing it could take a while to find the perfect look. You began rummaging through your closet and soon discovered a lovely long black skirt paired with a brown off-the-shoulder top. Instantly, you could envision how it would all come together. You grabbed a pair of brown heels and some gold jewelry to complete the ensemble. To your surprise, everything matched beautifully, turning out far better than you had anticipated given that it was a last-minute choice.

inspo:

You settled into your vanity chair, the outfit neatly folded beside you. With plenty of time to spare, you decided to roll a joint, knowing it would help pass the time effortlessly. Let's be honest, it's the perfect way to unwind, especially since you were planning to take a nap before heading out. After being up since 4 a.m., you definitely needed it. You pulled everything you'd need out of your drawer and then settled down on your bed, ready to enjoy a little downtime.

After grinding the cannabis and creating a crutch with the filter tips, you began packing the rolling paper full of your cannabis. You filled it up, rolled it, and then used your tongue to seal it. After that, you twisted it and packed the open end. Now for the exciting part: you put it to your lips, lighted it, and watched for a while as you opened TikTok on your phone.

As 15 minutes passed, you started to feel the effects wash over you, a wave of relaxation that made your eyelids grow heavy. Eventually, the fatigue took over, and you drifted off into a light nap, surrendering to the moment.

The nap didn't last long before you were jolted awake by someone barging into your room. You blinked your sleepy eyes, struggling to adjust to the sudden intrusion. As you fully regained your senses, you realized it wasn't just one person—it was Sasha, Connie, and Jean. Mikasa must be off somewhere else since she wasn't with them. You groaned, annoyed at being disturbed, and shot them a scowl with your heavy-lidded red eyes. "What the hell are you guys doing?!" you snapped, irritation bubbling up. You hated being woken up by others. Sasha laughed and raised her hands in mock surrender, Connie following suit. Meanwhile, Jean just stood there, staring at you with an unreadable expression.

Sasha turned to you with a sarcastic glare, "Have you seriously been smoking with us?" You sat up in bed and nodded while stretching. Just then, Connie leaped onto your bed, followed by Sasha, who landed right on top of you. Annoyed, you smacked her hard on the backside. "Owww, what the hell was that for?" she exclaimed, rubbing her sore spot. You chuckled, "Because you woke me up AND jumped on top of me," crossing your arms in mock anger. Sasha and Connie burst into laughter, but Jean just stood there, which started to annoy you. You decided to call him out, "Are you just going to stand there all day, or are you going to actually sit on the bed with us, Jean?" He scoffed, shot you a look, and finally plopped down on the bed.

In order to roll his own joint, Connie leaned across the bed and grabbed all of your cannabis. "You're not even going to ask if you can have that?" you mockingly sneered at him. "You would have said yeah anyway," he remarked with a smile after looking up. You chose to keep quiet as you watched him roll for everyone after realising he was right.

You turned your attention to Sasha, "Sasha, take a look at my outfit and tell me what you think. I want another opinion." She turned around, her face lighting up into a smile as she nodded. "Looks gorgeous, babe, just like you." You beamed at her compliment, but then noticed Connie and Jean staring at you in shock. "What are you all staring at me for?" you asked, feeling confused. Jean finally broke the silence, glancing at you before speaking for both of them. "We didn't know you had a boyfriend." You tilted your head slightly, puzzled. "What are you talking about? I'm not getting a boyfriend anytime soon; I'm just meeting my sister."

Jean raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback. "Oh, so you're saying you're not interested in anyone right now?" He crossed his arms and leaned back, as if trying to wrap his head around what you just revealed. "I thought you were done with dating for a while," he said, skepticism creeping into his voice. "Guess I totally misread the situation." Just then, Connie jumped in. "So what's your deal then? Are you focusing on yourself?" You paused for a moment, considering your response. The truth was, the only reason you had stepped back from dating was that every serious relationship ended with you getting cheated on. You figured honesty was the best policy; there was really no point in hiding the truth so you decided to tell them.

You shrugged your shoulders. "Well, in pretty much every relationship I've had, I ended up getting cheated on, so I've decided to take a break." Jean's expression softened just a bit, but his words still carried an edge. "Wow, I didn't realize it was that serious," he said, attempting to be sympathetic while rolling his eyes slightly. "Taking a break sounds smart, even if it does seem a bit dramatic. Just don't let it turn into a pity party, okay? You've got to get back out there eventually." You shot him a glare, rolling your eyes in response. "I can do what I want; it's my life and I also don't want your pity." He scoffed, which only made you roll your eyes even harder.

Sasha harshly slapped the back of Jean’s head for his snarky comments, causing you to giggle while he shot a glare your way. You didn't really care about his remarks; deep down, you knew he had a point. Maybe it was time to put yourself out there again.

"Can you two stop bickering for five minutes? Jesus Christ," Connie chimed in playfully. He had already rolled the joint and took a moment to light it, inhaling deeply three times before passing it to you. You took about five draws, savoring the moment, before passing it to Jean, then to Sasha, and around the circle until it was finally finished.

After your smoke break filled with bickering and laughter, you glanced at the clock and saw it was around 5:45 PM. Realizing it was time to get ready, you knew it would take you a while. Everyone else had already headed to the kitchen to whip up some food, and since you hadn't eaten yet today, you planned to sneak a bite of their meal before you left.

You sat down at your vanity as you carefully unroll your hair clips, allowing your hair to fall freely around your shoulders. As you reach for your makeup, you opt for a natural look, but with a twist—a smoky eye that adds depth to your gaze. With each brushstroke, you blend soft earth tones while deepening the outer corners, creating a sultry effect. The transformation feels empowering, and you can see the confident version of yourself emerging, or it could just be the fact you were still kind of stoned.

Once you finished your makeup, you glanced at your phone and saw it was already 6:30 PM. A rush of excitement surged through you as you quickly slipped into your outfit, adding the perfect touch with your jewelry and heels. With a deep breath, you opened your door, eager to see everyone's reactions to your look.

You sauntered down the hallway and into the kitchen, where Sasha spun around, her face lighting up with a huge smile. "Omg babe, you literally look gorgeous! Take me as your bride!" she exclaimed, making you laugh. Just then, you caught Jean glancing your way, his eyes roaming over you before he quickly looked away, realizing you'd seen him. You weren't about to let him off the hook, so you decided to poke a little fun. "Like what you see, Jeanie?" you teased, and he shot you a sharp glare. "Don't call me that," he replied with a stern tone, but you just smirked, knowing how much it annoyed him. That was exactly why you'd keep calling him that.

Connie suddenly appeared behind you, wrapping his arm around you with a warm smile. "You look amazing, y/n!" he said, making you turn around to grin at him. You planted a quick kiss on his cheek, replying, "Thanks, Connie baby." As you turned back to fully step into the kitchen, you couldn't resist taking a bite of Sasha's pizza, but she quickly slapped your hand away. "I've literally not eaten all day, please, Sasha," you pleaded, giving her your best puppy eyes. Your charm must've worked because she relented, offering you one more slice. You happily accepted it and devoured it in no time.

After about five minutes of chatting with everyone, also bickering with Jean, Sage texted you to say the taxi was outside, so you hurriedly grabbed your purse and said your goodbyes. As you walked toward the door, you felt a pair of eyes on you but chose to ignore it and kept moving. What you didn't realise was that it was actually Jean watching you as you left.

As you made your way down to the taxi, a wave of excitement washed over you, making your heart race. The thought of reuniting with your sister and the promise of a fun night ahead filled you with anticipation. You couldn't help but smile at the idea of all the laughter and memories waiting to unfold. It felt like this night was going to be something special, and you were ready to embrace every moment of it.

[betrayalbracket]

Is there any funny explanations?

oh, quite a few! we'll post our favorites under the cut! they'll include both full descriptions and pieces of descriptions that we found funny! as a fun game, try to guess who they're describing.

- "Mindy is an NPC who will offer to trade you her Haunter for a Medicham. Now, Haunter is a Pokémon that evolves by trade into Gengar, a popular Pokémon that’s hard to get if you’re like me and have no friends. So you trade with her and get the Haunter and does it evolve? No. Because MINDY tricked you. She put an everstone on that Haunter. She has no reason to do so other than pure malice. Mindy is easily the most villainous character in the Pokémon multiverse. Worse than all the crime lords and child abusers and guys that try to kill god." (just this entire submission is pure gold. you're so right. fuck mindy) - "You just shot your son asshole." - "Also when I was writing a high school au he literally could not be on screen without commenters squinting suspiciously at him even though the worst he ever did on screen was be a bad kisser and kind of a douche and that is still the funniest thing to. I was trying to play a long game and lull my audience into a false sense of security and I just couldn't get them to relax with him." - "Also he has dimples! He’s so cute! Evil baby" - "like 2 weeks later he robs and then tries to murder them. ow oof owie" - "in jcs canon: judas sees his best bud/maybe boyfriend jesus getting super popular and worries that it’s all going to backfire on them! so he tries to help by going to the authorities and having jesus arrested so that maybe jesus will get knocked down a peg or two. BUT instead they beat and crucify him and judas is like oh fuck maybe that was a bad idea. then he offs himself and comes back to life one song later to sing a baller 70s pop ballad. and the most fun part is that jesus KNEW the whole time judas would betray him so it hurts even more!! in bible canon: uhh idk he sells out jesus for 30 silver pieces just because :/" (i never thought anything would make me want to see a musical about jesus but here we are. anyways i love "just because :/") - "look at his big fucking eyes . ok now hes killed his teammates numerous times." - "Cask of amontillado-ed the soul of the planet Earth" - "and then he tried to execute all three of them. e rated video games." - "10/10 betrayal georg" - "She also has multiple charges of manslaughter/j" - "also he totally failed at the godhood thing" - "attempts to stab the main character in the back (and I don't mean it metaphorically or rhetorically or poetically or theorecally or in any other fancy way, he had a knife)" - "But oh, he's just so precious while he does it, such a silly little bastard who deserved that punch in the face from Stan 😋"

- "tricking kirby and friends into helping him repair his ship and beating the shit outa landia to get the master crown and then he steals the master crown and becomes god for a good 10 seconds and then kirby beats the shit outta him and sends him to hell. Is basiclly catboy Judas" - "oh you know. tricking a little inspiring scientist named ford build a little doomsday device. making him go insane and lose trust in everyone and completely destroy his life. almost ending the entire universe for a frat party. yknow. just silly things" - "Bitch fucking used Kirby and pals to fix his ship while he sat back and drank mamaosas before then tricking them into committing a coup on another world’s head of state bEFORE STEALING THE MASTER CROWN!!!! HE’S A LITTLE BITCH!!!!" - "Pretended to be my friend only because he wanted to execute me and my lizard bestie multiple times. He then tried to become friends with said lizard bestie only to betray him AGAIN. I have trust issues because of this man." - "I just know someone will drop the whole stitch but there's a reason he's paired with Sans from Undertale, theoretically betrays the players, I digress, in "Fingers up your ass" for no reason." - "Promised us the first female doctor. Ended up shattering the lore in half, spitting in our faces and then fucked off. Fuck you Chibby your Torchwood episodes aren't even that good" - "claimed to be scared of being murdered and asked to switch rooms with the protagonist, when really she planned on killing somebody and pinning the blame on him. girlboss swag!" - "Made deals, but instead of the cliche soul thing he KIDNAPPED PEOPLE STRAIGHT TO HELL." - "was actually from an alternate universe (where everyone is evil, don’t worry about it btw)" - "Bro. Buddy. Need I say more. My man straight up kidnapped a glasses girlboss, Oprah Winfrey, my actress lookalike, and a human duck. What an icon." - "idk man I’m agnostic and was raised atheist, I’m pretty sure he was once an angel and got demoted and stuff???" - "Killed me while i was doing a download (the most awfullest crime, worse than killing someone normally)" - "like. she kills so many people that are her friends and . i mean. what wasn't her betrayal?" - "Was literally just A Guy but it turns out he Was Not and was actually Evil The Whole Time" - "she didn’t do anything i just hate her (this is /j don’t include her in the bracket/lh)" (she's not going in the bracket but she's being immortalized here) - "Betrayed both the villain and the protagonist (i think, i just know his theme slaps)"

- "The entire plot of How Bad Can I Be really. Look me in the eyes and tell me im wrong" - "Put me in the fucking character betrayal pole the fruity little twink /lhj/j/j/nsrs" - "Cheated on Perry the Platypus with Peter the Panda (season 1 ep 7 it's about time"

- "he pissed on Eggman’s wife (and fucked her but the entire cast did tbh so)"

- "he promised raf he’d bring him back a snowball and he fucking didn’t"

- "Slept in my brother’s bed last night instead of mine >:("

- "That fucker voted me out AFTER SEEING ME SCAN. Bitch"

- "He was so nice and them bam 💥 sicced Giratina on us"

- "Borrowed a 20 and never gave it back. Pay up"

- "wouldn't you like to know weather boy /ref"

- "He stabbed that old man right in his pussy"

- "Nice-guying at Mabel, terrible hair" (tbh though i'd argue this wasn't even his betrayal- more something about him convincing the entire town he's just a harmless little psychic, or him telling dipper oh there's no issue this sort of thing happens and then trying to fucking kill him)

- "got jesus killed innit" - "Jesus"

and also, as a bonus, one that isn't a description but was still very funny: "that one motherfucker who killed me with the ultra stamp when I was trying to go for the ultra signal even though we're technically on the same team you fucking bastard"

[obx-pogue4life]

My Weirdo

Authors Note: Ok 🙈 So this ones a little out there and I completely blame @maybankforlife for this one lol bc without her, this weird ass idea never would have popped into my head 😂 Don’t take it too seriously and don’t think I’m crazy, this ones just silly and fun! Enjoy!

Summary: JJ calls you into the bathroom to help him with something but things get a little heated before he even has the chance to ask

Warnings: Swearing, kissing, very light smut- there are no real warnings I can think of 🤷🏻‍♀️

"Babe," you hear your boyfriend, JJ,  call to you from the bathroom. He was just getting out of the shower and you noticed him staring at his reflection, fixing his hair in the mirror. The way the towel was hanging so lowly on his hips made you instantly bite your lip, lost in thought. He was so sexy just standing there, he didn't even have to try. It just flowed out of him completely effortlessly.   

You walked up behind him and casually smacked him on the bottom, "what's up, sexy?" you say.

He looks in the mirror at you and flashes that million dollar smile of his and you feel a blush creeping onto your cheeks.  You kiss his shoulder and he spins around to face you, leaning back on the counter top and pulling you in for a kiss. His kiss envelopes your entire body. His touch, his scent, his power he has over you. He is rough but gentile. Hard but soft. Sexy but cute. The pheromones this man was throwing off had you completely intoxicated and you couldn't get enough. You lean in as close to him as you can get and let him dominate your kiss. His tongue tastes so sweet and the way his hands frame your face makes you weak in the knees. As he starts shifting against the counter top you pull away and look down between the two of you and notice a small tent starting to form in the front of his towel.

"Is that for me J...," you trail off and start to run your hands down his chest, stopping just short of reaching the towel. 

"Always," he manages to get out as you notice him shifting again and the bulge start to move around and get bigger. "I'm so hard for you right now, Baby. I could fuck you...so good," he says, leaning down to whisper the last two words in your ear. 

With wide eyes and using every single ounce of willpower you have, you kiss him quickly on the cheek and take a step back. "You know if we don't leave soon, we are going to be late," you say to him, sighing. 

"I can be quick," he grins. "Come on baby, let me make you feel good," he pleads. 

"Oh I know you can be quick," you say with a wink, overdramatic fake hurt washing over JJ, causing you to laugh.  "But we really don't have time right now," you say sadly. 

"But later?," JJ eagerly propositions you, smiling like a kid in a candy store.  

"You can bet your sweet ass on it," you say, smiling back just as hard. 

As you start to leave the bathroom so that he can finish getting ready, you remember that you came in here for a reason. "Oh hey! What did you want before when you called me in here?" you ask. 

"Oh, I just wanted you to shave my ass. I can't quite reach and thought you could just do it for me," he shrugs and says nonchalantly.  

You playfully roll your eyes and give him the "are you freaking serious right now" look, trying not to laugh and sigh. "Way to kill the mood, JJ, way to kill the mood," you say shaking your head as you walk out the door. 

"SO IS THAT A NO, BABE?," he jokingly shouts after you. 

"THAT'S A HELL NO BABY! YOU ARE GONNA NEED TO TAKE CARE OF THAT HAIRY BOOTY ON YOUR OWN!," you shout back, desperately trying to hold back a fit of giggles. 

"I can hear you laughing," he says chuckling, and walks out of the bathroom and sits down next to you on your bed. "For real though, will you? And my back too?," he seriously questions. 

"Yeah sure, J. Tomorrow though. We really gotta go," you say getting up and heading out the bedroom door. You turn back towards him and smile as he lets his towel drop and bite you lip once again. "You're lucky I love you," you say, smiling. 

"Don't I know it!," he grins, and spins around, shaking his naked booty towards you, letting everything hes got fly free. 

"My weirdo," you say sighing and shaking your head. He blows you a kiss and you smile and wink at him. "My weirdo," you laugh as you walk out the door. 

[ticklygiggles]

Tickletober Day 9: Unusual tool

Ft. Mammon x Reader

You could hear him rummaging through your belongings. Opening bottles of perfumes and creams, smelling this and that. Humming in approval and dislike.

The noise he made wasn't enough to distract you from your studies, but you couldn't help but listen carefully, chuckling to yourself when he said intelligible things under his breath.

"What's this?" He suddenly asked, turning around to show you the object on his hands.

"That's an electrical face brush," you said, giving it a quick glance before turning back to your notebook. "Asmo gave it to me."

Mammon simply hummed and he turned it on. The soft buzz made you look up at him and you hid a smile behind your hand when you saw him pressing the spinning brush to his nose and cheeks. He seemed pleased, smiling at the soft, and suddenly a fun idea popped into your head.

"It has another function."

"What function?"

You extended your hand and he placed the brush on your palm. "C'mere, I'll show you. Lift your shirt."

"W-W-What?! Are ya crazy?!" He blushed heavily and wrapped his jacket tightly around himself.

You rolled your eyes. "Hurry! I've seen you shirtless many times before!"

Mammon pouted, "ya human, how dare ya talk to the Great Mammon like this" he said, but he lifted his shirt either way. "Ya could at least say pleheHEHE!"

A laugh immediately flowed past his lips when you pressed the brush against his hip poking from his waistline. He jerked away heavily and looked at you with wide eyes.

"Did that tickle?" You asked, smirking.

"W-What did ya do?!" He squeaked, flushing to his ears and pulling his shirt down. "D-Dontcha d-do that a-anymore, did ya he-

"To the bed. Hands up. Don't move."

Mammon felt tingles on his back as he followed your orders against his will. He screeched as he moved to your bed and lifted his arms above his head; his body going completely still.

He whined, "I hate it when ya do this!" He said, trying to move, but it was useless, the pact was already doing what it did best: obey you.

You chuckled, sitting beside him on the bed. "And I hate it when you keep interrupting my studies." That was a lie, of course, but there really wasn't any other reason for you to be doing this, besides wanting to see his smile and play with him a little.

"I wasn't! You coulda told me that- eek! Whatcha doing?!" He squeaked when you lifted his shirt to his ribs. "I'm- I'm s-serious!"

You giggled and nodded. "I am too, Mammon." You turned the brush on again and immediately pressed it to his stomach, right above his belly button.

Mammon shrieked, giggling desperately as the bristles kissed his warm skin. His body barely twitched, completely still under your orders. You smirked, your heart fluttering at his giggles. You moved the brush around his tummy: circling his navel, brushing against his lower tummy, drawing zigzags on the sides of his belly and even pressing it against his belly button.

"Gahahahaha! Stahahap! Hyahahaha! It tihihickles!"

You gasped, "it tickles?! Don't tell me!" You said, sarcastically. "No way, it can't tickle. What about here?"

"AHAHA! D-Dohohon't be mehehean! Nohohot thehere!" He begged when you pulled his pants down a bit to expose his hip, the brush making contact with the bone. "Thahat's my tihihickle spohohot!"

You laughed, "that's something silly to say when you are a walking tickle spot, don't you think?" Mammon shook his head, blushing to his neck. "Look," you said, now moving to his hips and Mammon threw his head back with loud laughter.

He shook his head. "I'll tehehehell Ahahasmo you're dohohoing thihihis wihihith his gihihift!"

You grinned, "are you in position to threaten me, Great Mammon?" You asked, moving the brush from his ribs to his armpit and Mammon cackled, tears of laughter clinging to his lashes.

"Nohoho! No, I'm sohohorry! I wohohon't do ihihit!"

"I know you won't, but now I'll have to tickle you more. Just as punishment."

"Nohohoho! Plehehease!"

Mammon kept acting like he didn't enjoy the attention you were giving him, laughing his head off every time you moved the brush to a new spot and claiming that that was his most ticklish spot every time.

You couldn't help but giggle along with him, cheeks blushing at seeing his big smile. Mammon really was the best partner to study with~

[makeitblue]

Here to bug you again, but I'm giving you liberty of who you want to add to this one because I think it'll be fun no matter who is in it. Crowley is making the students put on a play/musical with reader being the lead now the boys are low-key fighting to be the love interest. This is 100% a reference to KnA. You totally can ignore this, but if you do it I hope you have fun writing it. Than you much 💙

Originally, I was going to write with a classic Romeo and Juliet type play in mind, but while I was at work it popped into my head, and I couldn't resist writing the boys putting on a shitty solar system musical. I'm writing this with the assumption their solar system is similar to ours since in their bios they use the same zodiac as we do. I'll only be doing the inner ring of planets for this ask, but if y’all want a part two for some ungodly reason, just hit up my inbox with that request.

Edit: Part 2 is right here! --> (x)

Crowley had somehow gotten the idea of having the students perform a solar system play, and was being unreasonably stubborn about it. Of course, you, as the lovely prefect of the Ramshackle Dorm, was chosen to be one of the two leads in this play looking to make a home on a planet with your significant other. Obviously most students weren’t too pleased or excited about creating a production with a permise that usually wasn’t seen outside elementary schools, but most of them perked up at the prospect of possibly starring alongside you.

Kalim

He got cast as the sun. Honestly, are we even surprised? While he would have liked the second lead role, he’s still super excited to be cast in the play, and eagerly attends rehearsals.

Originally, he wanted to float down onto the stage dramatically on his magic carpet, but Jamil managed to talk him out of it after telling him how dangerous it would be to be flying around in a giant, spherical sun costume. He was a big disappointed his suggestion was shot down, but he bounces back pretty quickly.

He’s one of the few people at NRC that don’t think even for a second that this idea is ridiculous, and because of that, he’s also one of the few people that completely throw themselves into the role. He doesn’t really need to put much effort in, considering his personality is already very sunny, but the extra vigor really helps sell it to the audience. 

The sun actually wasn’t originally part of the script, but thanks to a donation that his family made towards the production of the entire play, Crowley graciously wrote him in.

Riddle

He practiced meticulously for the audition. He needed to set a good example for his dormmates, after all. It definitely wasn’t because he was hoping to star alongside you in the second lead role. Alas, despite all his efforts, he was given the role of Mercury.

You can practically hear Floyd’s cackling from across the campus when he found out that Riddle was playing Mercury. Of course Kingyo-chan would be assigned the small, bright red star that zoomed across the night sky.

Floyd’s teasing aside, although he’s a bit disappointed, he allots the necessary time to practicing his lines with you and the other cast members. He’s never late for, never skips, and never leaves early from rehearsal sessions.

Although at first he’s always quick to stop point out when another member has flubbed their lines, he quickly learns its better to just let them continue their line with the small alteration rather than to completely stop the scene.

He’s surprisingly eager, but it makes sense considering he was home schooled as a child. He never got a chance to participate in school productions like this with classmates, so its a new experience for him. A part of him feels a bit childish for being so excited over a silly solar system play, but he convinces himself to push down the feelings of shame and allow himself to enjoy the whole thing.

Vil

He was pretty much expecting that he would be given the second lead. He’s a famous actor, after all. He’s been acting since he was a child, so he’s probably been cast in at least one or two professional productions with a similar premise. All in all, though, he’s still satisfied with being given the role of Venus.

It’s the brightest star in the sky, so obviously, he doesn’t have much to complain about upon receiving his copy of the script.

As expected he takes his casting very seriously. Even if it’s a silly solar system musical, you’re not going to catch him slipping in his performance.

He’s still mildly upset that he didn’t get a lead role, but just as it is in the industry, actors often don’t get to choose the role they play. This does not stop him from voicing his displeasure during rehearsals, but he keeps it to a minimum for the most part, preferring to focus on assisting the other actors so that the production goes smoothly.

Trey

Again, none of us are surprised that one of the most homely boy at NRC ended up being given the role of, Earth (or the Twisted Wonderland equivalent of Earth), the home planet.

The dad/big brother mindset will never turn off for him, so he’s take care of a lot of the other actors between his scene rehearsals. He’s making sure the actors have snacks occasionally and that everyone stays hydrated.

While he’s disappointed he didn’t get to star beside you the entire production, he still puts in a genuine effort for his role. He doesn’t want to let down anyone else after they’ve all worked so hard to practice.

The fact that this is a musical is something that he was a bit nervous about. While he’s a bit stiff, and he’s definitely not the best singer, Vil manages to help him get his performance to at least a presentable level. 

Ruggie

He’s honestly a bit surprised he even got a role. Sure its not the lead like he was hoping, but he’s not gonna pass up the chance to screw around a bit and have fun. While he was also hoping to get a lead role, he’s fine with being assigned Mars.

Unlike everyone else on the list, he actually doesn’t put as much effort in as a lot of the other actors would like at first. He has to be reminded that while this is a solar system play, they’re still performing it as representatives of a prestigious school, so there will probably be at least a few important people in the crowd. They can’t afford to have him be so lax in his rehearsals.

Ruggie can’t help laughing when things go wrong during practice, though. He doesn’t really do anything to make it worse, but he’s definitely not doing anything to help either. Can you really blame him, though? Watching Kalim and Riddle chase after Ortho, who somehow lost footing and was now rolling down one of the theater’s ramps is pretty hilarious.

In the end though, when everything comes together, he puts on an adequate performance. It’s not stellar, but he’s at least pleased he managed to get the audience laughing with his scene.

[dragon-kazansky]

Made with love | Helmut Zemo

Chef Zemo AU! 👨‍🍳

Gender neutral reader

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Part 4

Helmut wiped down the last of the tables. It was just him and Bucky left at the moment. It was closing time. Bucky counted up the money in the till as Zemo made sure every aspect of his restaurant was clean and tidy for tomorrow.

Once everything was accounted for Bucky went home and Zemo locked up. He tugged his coat around him a little tighter and and began the small journey to his home. However, something caught his eye and he stopped to take it in.

Across the square there was a man standing there, looking in his direction. He couldn't quite tell who it was, but he could take a pretty good guess. There had been rumours of the infamous Tony Stark arriving in Sokovia.

Helmut watched him for a moment before turning and leaving. He had no reason to dwell on it right now.

Zemo went home.

When he opens shop again in the morning, he doesn't see the man again. However, he does see you and Wanda walking, arms interlinked, the pair of you laughing and chatting.

He can't stop himself from looking at you.

Yesterday when he brought up how well you would fit in with Sokovia, he was hoping to maybe spark a slight idea into your head. The fact you were only visiting his country made him feel rather sad. To see you every day, chat with you at the bar, to see you smile, he wanted more of that.

Never before had someone been on his mind this much before.

You and Wanda walk out of sight.

Sam and Bucky enter to start their work day. Zemo goes into the kitchen to prepare for the day.

Wanda takes you to her favourite place, surprised it was even still open. A bowling alley. You chuckle as she drags you through the door and over to the desk.

"Pietro and I would come here all the time," she told you.

"Sounds like you two had a lot of fun."

"Oh, we did. Pietro used to work at Escorpión Morado. I would meet him outside and we would come here."

"Pietro used to work at the restaurant?"

You both are given a pair of bowling shoes each and you go sit down to out them on.

"Yeah, he used to tend the bar. It was his first job. He loved it."

"That explains why he's so good with drinks," you chuckle. Pietro had his own bar back home, often he would make you, Wanda and Natasha drinks on your nights out.

"He learned from the best."

You both stand up and go to your designated alley, thanking the staff for guiding you. Wanda puts your names into the system.

Wing woman

Y/N Zemo

"Wanda!"

She laughs as she confirms the names and stands up. You glare up at the monitor and then glare at her.

"You can scold me all you like, but in going to have you fall in love with that man of it's the last thing I do."

"Wanda, please be realistic about this."

Wanda picks up her preferred ball and steps up to the lane.

"I am," she says, pulling her arm back and lining up her ball.

"No you're not. You want to set me up with a man who lives in a completely different country to me. This is mean."

Wanda throws her ball.

"It's not mean. It's helping. Ever since you came back, I know he has been on your mind. I can tell by the way you talk about him that you like him. I know because it's the same way I talk about Vision. I know love when I see it, Y/N."

She takes another turn.

You sit there, watching her second ball glide down the lane and take out a few more pins, three still standing. The lane resets the pins for you as you swap places with Wanda.

"It's just a silly crush. It will go away."

Wanda resists rolling her eyes at you.

"Do you really think the only reason I came here with you is because I wanted to see my home? Don't get me wrong, I am over the moon to see Sokovia again, but I cane here for you."

You throw the ball and watch it go.

"Why is this so important to you?" You look at her as you grab a second ball.

"Because you never show interest in anyone and suddenly you do. I've been telling you from the start, you'll marry this man one day and you'll be happy with him. You'll be running Escorpión Morado together, you'll see."

You throw your second ball and say nothing to her. You only take down four pins in total. You go sit back down.

"He likes you too, you know. I've seen the way he looks at you. He wants to spend time with you, talk to you, be around you. He likes having you in his restaurant."

Wands stands to take her next turn.

"I like being there," you say, softly.

"Good, we shall go there after we're done here."

You don't even argue with her. You want to go. You want to see him. Wands knows this. You can see the way she looks at you that she knows.

Wanda ends up winning in the end, which does not surprise you if she and her brother spent so much time here when they were younger.

You walk arm in arm to the restaurant. There's a few people about, but it's not crazy busy.

Sam sees you enter and smoothly glides into the kitchen. Zemo is finishing up a dish as he enters. He looks up when sees Sam come over.

"What is it?" He asks, assuming another order.

"Y/N is here with their friend. Thought you might like to take this one," Sam grins.

Normally Zemo would just tell Sam to go back to work and stop messing about, but he knows he wants to see you. He had been thinking of you all morning. He wipes his hands and presents the dish to Sam, who takes it and goes out to serve it.

For a brief moment Zemo pauses and quickly fixes his hair and straightens his shirt. He steps out of the kitchen. Wanda and yourself were sitting at a table near the window.

He smiles when his eyes land on you.

Helmut holds his head high and walks over to your table. Your eyes catch his and you smile softly at him. Wanda is looking at you with a grin on her lips, but he isn't really paying attention to her. He can only look at you.

"How are you today?" He asks, lips curled into a handsome smile, dark eyes glistening with happiness.

"We're good, how are you today?"

"Doing better now my favourite customer is here. What can I get for you both?"

"Coffee?" You ask, nibbling at your lower lip shyly.

His smile was making you feel things.

"Coming up."

He leaves the table and you bury your face in your hands. Wands laughs from across the table.

"You are so in love with him!"

"I am," you admit.

The fact you admitted it makes Wanda smile. She was proud of you for confessing how you felt.

"Maybe there is a life for you out here," she says, deep in thought.

"You really think I should just up and move to another country, leaving you all behind and starting over here?" You look at her.

"Yes. Back home, sure, you have all your friends and your job. Out here, there's him. This man you can't stop thinking about."

You glance over to the bar. Zemo has poured you each a cup of coffee and is coming over. He smiles when he sees you looking at him. You thank him softly when he places the coffee down in front of you.

Before he can say anything, a customer entering the restaurant cat has his attention. Both Wanda and yourself turn to see who had come in.

This man felt like he demanded attention. His suit looked expensive and tailored. There was a presence about him that made him stand out among the other people in the restaurant.

"Who is that?" You hear Wanda ask.

Helmut gives an apologetic smile and excuses himself from you, approaching the man.

You watch him curiously.

"He seems important," Wanda whispers.

"Yeah."

You watch as they shake hands and talk. The stranger gestures to a table and Zemo leads him over to it. They sit down and they chat.

There is something about Helmut's expression that concerns you.

The stranger looks around the room, his eyes hidden by his sunglasses, but you can see the way his lips a pulled into a thing grimace.

You feel offended by his distaste in the establishment. Poor Helmut.

They sit there and chat for several minutes before he gets up and leaves. Helmut looks a little defeated as he stands up and looks over at your table. Upon seeing you looking at him, he smiles and makes his way back over.

"I'm sorry about that."

"Don't be. Who was that?" You ask, too curious not to know.

"His name is Tony Stark. Remember that new restaurant I was telling you about?" You nod at his question. "Well, he owns it. He was checking out his competition in the area."

"I don't like him," you say, not really intending to say that out loud.

Helmut chuckles softly.

"Neither do I."

"What did he say?" Wanda asks.

"That he wasn't worried if this place is considered the best in Novi Grad. My restaurant isn't a threat to his business."

You unconsciously clench your fists.

"Your restaurant is the nicest place here. He has no idea what he's talking about. He didn't even try your food."

Helmut grins at your comments.

"No he didn't. Though he intends to come back. I need to cook up something magnificent for his return."

"You can do it. Everything you cook is amazing, Helmut. A lot of care goes into your cooking."

His smile makes you giddy.

"Food tastes best when it's made for enjoyment and not just to satisfy hunger," you tell him, meaning every word of that.

Zemo swears his heart would beat out of his chest if it could. If he wasn't already swooned by you, he would have been now. You had no idea what kind of power you had over him.

"I am always glad to hear it."

Wanda looks between the pair of you and smiles. She quietly excuses herself to go use the bathroom. Neither one of you glance at her as she slips away.

Helmut sits at the table.

"How long do we have?" He asks.

"Wanda and I have a few days left yet. We're not leaving too soon."

"Good," he nods his head. "I'd like to see more of you."

"Really?" You ask, shocked by his words.

"Yes, really."

You smile. Your smile makes him smile. Oh, what he would do to see it every single day of his life. This man was utterly in love with you, but he would be fool to just blurt that out.

Plus, you weren't staying. He would have to say goodbye to you again.

"Maybe Wanda and I could pop back every day. When the coffee is this good, we would be silly not to come back," you drink the last drop from your cup.

"Ah, so it's my coffee you like?"

"The owner isn't so bad either," you say, unable to hold eye contact much longer.

The chuckle that escapes past his lips makes you tingle all over. It's so deep, yet so joyful and pure. A sense of pride washes over you for making him laugh.

"Sokovia will feel so empty when you're gone," he says, softly.

"I will miss it. I have missed it."

"I missed you, you know," he admits.

Your heart stutters. You don't get a chance to say anything as Wanda returns. Zemo is quick to change the topic of conversation, smoothly too.

"Can you cook?"

"Uh, I can cook to feed myself. Wanda is more of a chef than I am, but even she can't compare to your culinary skills."

Wanda was caught off-guard by your statement and Zemo was full of pride again. The more you complimented his cooking, the bigger his ego was inflating.

"Would you like to assist me for Stark's visit tomorrow?"

You stare at him, lips parted, mind whirling in confusion.

"You want my help?"

"Yes. I could teach you."

You glance at Wanda. She nods enthusiastically at you, winking.

"Alright, but please don't let me get in the way. I'd hate to be the reason things go wrong."

He leans forward, lips tugged into a grin.

"I trust you."

You smile softly, finding the table suddenly more interesting than before.

Wanda chuckles softly.

"While you do that I'll go see if my old family home is still there," she says, smiling.

"Are you sure?" You ask her.

"Of course I am."

You smile and turn back to Helmut.

"Then it's settled. We'll show Stark what he's up against."

Zemo smiled brightly.

Just you and him in the kitchen tomorrow. He was going to make every moment count. This might be the most amount of time he will get to spend with you while you're here.

Zemo gets up from his seat and grabs the two empty cups from the table.

"Another?"

Both of you nod.

Zemo goes to get more coffee. While he's gone, Wanda leans across the table and takes your hands into hers.

"Woo that man!"

You laugh.

"I mean it! One day you'll marry him and be the happiest person alive. Maybe you should seriously consider moving out here. I could help you. Maybe I'll find some places for you tomorrow."

"You don't have to do that."

"You're not saying no, though," she grins.

"You're right, I'm not." You glance over to the bar. "I really like him Wanda."

"I know, so let's do something about it."

You nod softly.

Zemo returns, this time with an extra cup. He sits down with you both and asks you to be at the restaurant first thing in the morning. You agree.

From tomorrow onward, you knew things would take a turn. Your life would literally be flipped upside down.

And you were happy to let it happen.

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