#He is tearing apart the fabric of the universe LITERALLY now

[completeoveranalysis]

[3]

OOPS yeah ok so the specific use he has in mind for Lava Lamp is Puppeting his empty corpse :D 

If his Syaoran Clone dies he can just put the Clone’s mind in the dead body and keep going :D 

How pleasant!

It’s interesting to me that the translation uses the word “Soul” for Clone Syaoran here, since that is VERY SPECIFICALLY the thing we were hoping he would grow that would replace Evil Wovlerine’s programming. I’m just going to read it as “mind” until I learn otherwise. “Heart” might work as well, but I will leave that to the people who know a lot more than me. 

Also Oh Kurogane and Fai murder faces oh. 10/10 big fan I support this. Tattoo those on me. I am weak.

Absolutely terrible 0/10 horrible plan terrible imagery I do not support this

Dreadful horrible awful I do not wish to see it

[loveforsatoru]

hello !!!!!!!!!

I don't have anything specific, so idk, satoru with a five years old daughter? he would be such a cute and loving father 😓 i’m done, this life where I can't have satoru’s baby is killing me!!!!

this idea is so cute. i literally think about satoru as a dad all the time and it gives me major baby fever.

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you never once thought that you could ever be this happy. what did you do to deserve it? maybe it’s the universe paying you back for all the times you’ve suffered in life both alone and your relationship with satoru. you’d been dating since high school, but it wasn’t easy. there was so much ache, time spent apart, and issues that you didn’t know if you could overcome. sleepless nights, occasional arguments and interference from your jobs drove your relationship into rocky paths, but at the end of the day, he never forgot to tell you he loved you even when you felt like the most unloveable person alive. through all the difficult times, the highs and the lows, he was always there and never once intended on leaving, so he sealed that promise with a ring and his vows.

you got married a couple years after high school. you were only 22, but your life couldn’t have turned out more perfect. it’s been 10 years and the love never died down. if anything, it grows with each passing day. now that you have a five year old daughter together, there’s only more to look forward to in the days to come.

satorus been away on a mission for a few weeks and you still have no idea when he’s going to come back. it hurts your daughter just as much as it hurts you. everyday, she asks when he’s going to come home and it breaks your heart to tell her, “i don’t know, but it’ll be soon.” when you weren’t even sure yourself. thankfully, satoru could never forget about the two most important people in his life and remembers to call in the morning and before your daughter goes to sleep, never missing a day.

besides today. your phone hasn’t rang once and it’s making you uneasy, your head racing with the worst possible thoughts. you have faith in satoru and his strength, but you can’t help but worry about him. he works a dangerous job and coming home is never a 100% guarantee.

you’re snapped out of trance when you feel a tug on your dress and little voice. your daughter is looking up at you, small hands tightly balled around the fabric of your dress while her blue eyes, identical to her fathers start to well up with tears.

“what’s wrong, baby?” you ask, picking her up into your arms and brushing a strand of white hair away from her face.

she doesn’t say anything at first and just buries her face into your neck where she begins to cry.

you attempt to calm her down, patting her back and getting her to look at you once more, “please dont cry… tell me what’s wrong and i’ll make it better.”

she speaks through uneven breaths, chubby cheeks now stained with tear streaks, “i called daddy but he didn’t answer.” speaking these words only caused her to cry again and it breaks your heart.

“don’t worry, he’ll come back. he’s okay and he’s safe. he’s just busy.” but the words are a form of consolation to you too. you’re trying your best to remain strong for your daughter, but it’s hard. being a mom is hard.

you walk over to the couch in the living and sit down, setting her on your lap while you wipe away her stray tears.

“listen to me for a second, okay?”

she rests her head on your chest, her breathing still ragged, but she’s no longer crying.

“your dad works really really hard for us. he wants us to live a good life, so he can’t always be home and he can’t always pick up the phone, but he tries as much as he can. we just have to be patient and wait for him to come home again. but he loves you very much. if he doesn’t answer the phone, it’s because he’s busy, not because he forgot about you, okay? the last thing he wants is for you to think he’s forgotten about you.”

she nods her head in understanding before asking one last question, one you don’t know the answer to.

“but when will he come back?”

now, you’re the one who has tears prickling in the corners of your eyes as your throat begins to sting, “i don’t know.” you wish you knew. you wish you could tell her he’s coming back today or the day after, but the uncertainty nips at your thoughts constantly.

what you don’t expect is for satoru to be standing right outside the door to your shared home, overhearing everything you just said. it tugs at his heart strings, but he’s here now.

he digs through his pocket and pulls out his key to unlock the door, the familiar jangle echoing through the house and your daughter immediately runs up to the door, squealing when he makes his way inside.

he scoops her up into his arms and litters her face in kisses, holding onto her tightly, “i’ve missed you so much, munchkin.”

you stay frozen in your spot on the couch, going wide eyed as another tear falls down your cheek and you don’t even notice it.

he gives you a smile from across the room while your daughter babbles on and on to him about what he’s missed. he listens intently, cherishing the moments that she’ll be little for as long as he can.

“and at school, we went on a field trip to the park and i found a butterfly but it flew away,” she pouts, “daddy, can you get me a butterfly?”

he chuckles and nods his head, “of course i can.” he would never say no to her. she could ask him for a piece of the moon and he’d do it.

you watch as he tickles her belly and she erupts into laughter, grabbing onto his shoulder for support.

“i have a surprise for you,” he whispers, giving her cheek another big kiss.

she claps her hands together, “what is it?” excitement laced in her voice which makes satorus smile grow wider.

he shifts through his briefcase before pulling out a small box of munchkins, “munchkins for my munchkin!”

she lets out a near scream and takes the box in her grubby hands, already popping one in her mouth.

“daddy, say ahhh,” she says with a mouth full of munchkins.

satoru does as she tells him to and opens his mouth enough for her to feed one to him, “thank you, munchkin!”

your heart swells watching them interact. he’s a good dad. you both talked about being parents together so many times and now that it’s happened, it still doesn’t feel entirely real, like you’re dreaming, but if this were a dream, you wouldn’t open your eyes.

you stand up and walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his torso, tighter than usual, inhaling his scent which you’ve spent all this time missing. you feel whole again and your nerves have eased up.

he leans down and presses a chaste kiss to your lips, “hi, sweetheart.”

“i missed you.”

he wipes your tears away with the pad of his thumb before wrapping an arm around you, the other holding your daughter, “i missed you more. both of you. gosh, i felt like i was gonna die if i had to be away for another day.” it may sound like an exaggeration, but to satoru it’s nothing less than the truth. it was agonizing to be apart from his wife and the mini version of him. he missed waking up next to you, missed helping your daughter with her homework and reading bedtimes stories before bed.

but you’re together again and that’s all that matters. you’ve never been more relieved to watch a familiar face walk through the door.

[biginkyboyo13]

Hello I am here to Wreck it Ralph au brainrot again, teehee

Zamn, I'm back here again.

I really love seeing people's interpretations of a redemption arc for Turbo, those are always fun, he is a silly guy (who committed countless ethical crimes). I have not read every single fanfic (and I do not plan to, oh god there would be too many), but I've read a few and boy do I love seeing creative people do their thing, hell yeah!

Be cringe, be free. Make those aus, create those ocs, make silly fanfics and amazing fanart!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok, here's my ramblings on a stupid au

What if they both existed?

What if you could have Turbo and King Candy and they both had their own redemption of sorts? That would be kinda neat I think....anyways, I thought too hard about this, so here we go, epic transition-

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A virus has settled itself in the depths of Sugar Rush's code room. It should be completely obvious where it came from, who caused it.

Somehow, this virus escapes the code room, hellbent on learning all it can before assimilation. Just because it's a virus, doesn't mean it's mindless after all.

Maybe it already knew about Turbo, seeing as it was probably formed because of him. Did he intend that? Probably not, but you can't expect Turbo to think about the consequences of his actions, that is literally the only thing he's incapable of doing.

People who die outside of their game are never gone. Not fully. Have they been destroyed and reduced to 1s and 0s? Yeah. But they aren't gone. They've become part of the fabric of the game, a whisper, barely a memory. But, they could be plucked out of that ocean of data.

A virus is dangerous on its own. A virus who knows how death works (or doesn't work) is even more dangerous. Point being, the virus decides it wants to have a little fun and bring back Cybug King Candy. Not to let him live, not at all. Instead, the virus is doing what it does best, and infects the host, ripping the original out and taking its place. Where does King Candy go? Between this monster's claws, where it tries to tear him apart. All it does, though, is literally tear him apart. There's two of them now, oh god.

Now you have Turbo and King Candy, and they are probably not too happy about being brought back, extracted, split in half, and probably almost assimilated into the virus.

Maybe Vanellope and Ralph were feeling especially nice that day, or maybe they were acting on instinct because there's now a much, much bigger threat, but perhaps they save these two numbskulls.

And now, they have two very, very, very big problems on their hands. There is a rogue virus in the arcade, and Turbo/King Candy are alive.

Here's some extra small ideas I had

- I think this would take place a couple years in the future. Assuming this is a universe where arcades didn't go out of business, everyone is still doing just fine.

- Debatable if Fix it Felix Jr. is still plugged in. Old game, all that. I wouldn't just immediately say it's been unplugged, but that's on my mind a little bit (they all live in Vanellope's castle, someone's got to)

- Turbo and King Candy are still total dickwads. Turbo is a brat, King Candy is also a brat. I think when separated they would clash immensely. Turbo took all the whiny, childish parts with him, as those were likely his to begin with. King Candy kept the happy, cheery, mass manipulator side.

- I will never acknowledge the sequel, Ralph is still the fun uncle/father figure for Vanellope, and Vanellope doesn't want to leave Sugar Rush. Also, Felix and Calhoun ftw

That's literally all I have rn, I haven't thought super hard about this yet, it's not great I know

That's my edgy, angsty au beginning. Will I ever do something with it? I have no clue! Perhaps it will be written on Ao3. That, or it's just gonna exist here and that's cool I think.

Anyways byyyyyye

[silver-bunny6958]

Technomancy

Tucker had, for quite a while, been jealous of his friend Danny. Why did Danny get to be a cool superhero with cool superpowers, and he(and Sam, he thought belatedly) didn’t get anything??

As the high school years went on Tucker found that hacking got easier and easier. In fact by the time they got to senior year, it was no longer any sort of challenge to hack government systems. But Tucker, like everyone else, never really left Amity part too often- so he just thought that’s how it was supposed to happen with how often he had to hack things then.

Tucker left for collage, and he started to notice he could hack things that shouldn’t be “hackable”. Tucker, slowly but surely, broke down the fabric of this universe into what felt like components of a game. He could change a number here, tweak a line of text there, and he could do, and Be, whatever he wanted!!

As Tucker had fun with his new found power, the consequences crept closer. At first, he was too blind to see it. Next he started to notice the small things, small insidious little “glitches”. It didn’t affect him so he just ignored it for the most part. Then they got bigger, like a literal tear in his favorite socks, they just got worse. Danny had left their universe after high school to be ghost king, Sam left after college to find a world with more diverse plant life, so now Tucker is all alone. In a universe that’s falling apart, All, Because, Of. Him.

Tucker now wishes he hadn’t been cursed like he was, wishes that he and Sam and Danny had the same reckless high school and college years that their peers had. Worst of all.

Tucker knows to be carful what you wish for so well, that he never said it out loud even as he watches the woman he fell in love with and married fall apart into nothing but numbers and code. Not even as the family He and His Love became the same code. Just cried, and hoped to become the same thing, but was left with nothing. Not even Death.

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

the echo universe: | a werewolf au | (Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC)

Summary: Ronnie invites Blue River to a very important ceremony that will determine the fate of Red Sky Pack - and the fate of the pup she carries.

Pairing: Werewolf!Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Human!OC (Ronnie Bradshaw)

Word Count: 5311

Warnings: heavily game of thrones influenced, slight angst, brad kinda being a dick as usual, made-up werewolf lore, ritualistic stuff, pregnancy mention, nick and carole are mentioned, blood, dead animal, an organ is eaten raw

✎……likes are great but comments/reblogs are even better!

✎……masterlist on pinned

✎……this has been sitting in my drafts for literal months and I'm tired of it being there so here we go. don't @ me for using that gif, it's hot. and thank you to my werewolf love @blue-aconite for looking this over for me literally months ago lol

Ronnie knocked on the door and waited. She really hoped he was home. He used to be home around this time. Back from the yard for his hour-long lunch that he only spent ten minutes actually eating. But who really knew? She certainly didn’t. He very well could have changed everything about his schedule since she moved out.

Her hands wrung themselves red as she waited. She had never waited to come inside that house before. But it wasn’t her home. Not anymore. 

She heard the lock click. The door opened a crack, then it swung back completely to reveal Bradley standing on the other side. 

He looked the same, and she was glad. Still wore those same flannels and still had that mustache he refused to shave.

“What’re you doin’ here, Ronnie?” he asked, looking over her shoulder to see if she was accompanied by anyone else.

“He’s not here. I came alone,” she assured, though she didn’t like that she had to. 

Bradley shifted on his feet, hand still held behind him on the door handle. “Why?”

“Did — Did you get my text?” she asked, her fingers beginning to hurt from her pulling. 

She wanted to say she was sorry for not calling. But she didn’t know how to say it. Didn’t know how to deliver such news if she would have to hear some false joy or his barely restrained hurt. Even now, as she looked up into those so similar brown eyes, as she stood merely a few feet from him — she couldn’t have felt farther away. 

It was odd feeling like a stranger on the porch attached to the house she grew up in. It was odd looking into the eyes of a brother who could barely look back at her. 

“Yeah. I got it.”

He glanced down at her stomach. She was barely showing but it was still there, pressing against the fabric of her shirt. Just the other day Mickey told her that he could smell it — the change in her. The life inside her. Ronnie wondered if Bradley could smell it too. 

Ronnie took a deep breath to calm herself, prying her fingers apart to latch onto the ends of her jacket instead. Jake would worry if she came home with rung red knuckles. 

Then she said, “Full moon’s coming up — we’re doing the Plena Luna Corda.”

Bradley took in a sharp breath through his nose as he put a hand on the doorframe, fingers digging into the wood. He dropped his head as he stared down at the space between their shoes. Then he ticked his jaw to one side with a shake of his head. A classic sign that he wasn’t pleased that made Ronnie swallow something thick. 

“I’d like you to be there. I know it’s — it’s not traditional. But I’d like the pack to be there,” she added.

He scoffed. Rolled his eyes. “Yeah, right.”

Ronnie’s fingers curled around the ends of her jacket, bunched it up as hard as she could to keep herself from hitting him square in the chest. Just two words and she knew all she needed to. Knew exactly what he thought — about everything. About her. Then the tears came. Sudden and overwhelming. She wanted to fight them but she couldn’t with her hormones running wild. They spilled over in an instant, hot and frustrated as they tracked down her cheeks. Bradley had the decency to look surprised by their sudden appearance — eyebrows furrowed as he watched her lip tremble. 

“Is that really what you think of me?” she asked as she wiped furiously at her face. “It hasn’t exactly been a fucking trip, Brad. I’m miserable most of the time. In a town with no connections besides a pack that’s barely accepted me and — and Jake. Who tries, but he doesn’t know what it’s like. Blue River’s my family and now…You all rarely talk to me. And-And I get that Red Sky’s supposed to be my family now but they’re just not. B-Because you’re not there and I fucking miss you.

“So, yes — I drove all the way over here to invite you to my Plena Luna Corda because I want you to be there. I want my family to be there.”

The Bradshaw siblings stared at each other for a moment. One with trembling hands and the other with a slack jaw. And when Ronnie couldn’t take it anymore, she wiped at her eyes one last time and pulled a slip of paper from her pocket. 

“Whatever,” she grumbled, then she took the paper and shoved it into the bronze letter box by the front door. “There’s the location coordinates. It’s this Thursday — midnight. Show up or don’t.”

Then she turned and stepped off the porch attached to the house she grew up in. Leaving behind the brother who could barely look at her.

“Thank you for doing this, Penny,” Ronnie said quietly, trying to remain as still as possible. 

“Happy to help, sweetheart.” 

Penny smiled, knowing and sympathetic, as she dipped her brush into more of the red paint. With a final stroke, she finished up the design on Ronnie’s face. Thick around her eyes, winged up into her temples and hairline. A line down the bridge of her note. Then three lines started beneath her lips and went down her chin and neck. Next, Penny moved onto Ronnie’s exposed shoulders and chest. 

Ronnie didn’t know who else to ask to help her get ready for the ritual. Traditionally, it would have been her mother. Or another human connected to Red Sky. But her mother was gone, and Red Sky was still too skittish, too careful to bring anyone else into their ranks. Penny easily accepted when Ronnie called, stating she had nothing better to do on a full moon night with Pete gone. It made Ronnie laugh, but it also made her heart ache. Pete was already gone from their house. He was with Blue River. They weren’t coming.

“So this Plena Lunar Coro…” Penny trailed off, knowing she wasn’t saying it right. 

Ronnie corrected her with a laugh. “Plena Luna Corda.”

“Right. What is it, exactly?”

Ronnie thought back for a moment. She supposed Penny wasn’t around the last time Blue River performed a Plena Luna Corda — when her mother was pregnant with Bradley. She and Pete didn’t find each other again until years later. And Ronnie was always sure the next one she witnessed would be for Bradley’s Luna.

Now, she was a Luna. Now, she was participating in one. 

“It’s a pregnancy ritual,” Ronnie explained as she tilted her chin up at Penny’s gentle urging, the paintbrush dragging down her neck to continue the lines from her chin to her collarbone. “When a Luna gets pregnant with her first pup, the full moon after she finds out she gathers with her pack — all painted with their colors, obviously — and she has to eat an entire wolf’s heart.”

“You — You have to eat a wolf’s heart? Like raw? The whole thing?” Penny paused her painting to stare at Ronnie wide-eyed and baffled. 

“Yes,” Ronnie laughed at her friend’s expression, but she felt the nerves rise up in her chest as she talked through it. “I have to eat the whole thing — raw. If I do, without throwing up or spitting anything out, it’s a sign that the baby will be healthy and the pack will be blessed. If I don’t…It’s a bad omen. For the baby and for the pack.” 

“Jesus, that’s a lot of pressure,” Penny muttered, resuming her painting. 

“I know. And Jake’s a new Alpha, this is his first pup, and this pack has been through so much…I just…A lot is riding on this. On me.”

Penny finished painting her chest and arms. The two outer lines on her neck formed V shapes at her collarbones that went up towards her shoulders, trailing down her arms all the way to the backs of her hands. The middle of the three lines stopped just at the top of her chest. Elegant and simple.

The older woman set down the brush and kneeled down in front of Ronnie. She took her trembling hands in her own with a gentle smile. A motherly smile. Ronnie sucked in a deep breath through her nose and out through her mouth as she stared into Penny’s bright blue eyes. She had been with Red Sky for months, but this was her chance to really prove herself. To assert her role as Luna and as a vessel of the Moon Goddess herself. If she didn’t have the strength to do this, it was a sign she didn’t have the goddess’ blessing. Just another thing gone wrong for Red Sky.

She was only eight weeks along but already her stomach turned at just the smell of certain foods. There was a reason the ritual took place the first full moon after a pregnancy was discovered. When it would be the most difficult for the expectant mother. A true test of her strength. God — what if she couldn’t do it?

“I know this doesn’t mean much coming from me,” Penny said, giving her hands a reassuring squeeze. “But you are going to do amazing. You’re Veronica Bradshaw. You are the smartest, most badass woman I have ever met. You are a daughter of wolf kings. You can do anything.” 

Tears blurred Ronnie’s vision but they didn’t fall. Did Penny know? Had she heard Nick Bradshaw say it before? She must have. Anytime he gathered the pack, his rally cry was always we are the children of wolf kings! It always made Ronnie think that she was a princess, destined for a crown. But now, hearing those words from someone she loved when she felt at her weakest, she understood why her father said it so many times. They imbued her with a kind of power she could never muster for herself. 

She was a daughter of wolf kings.

“Thank you,” Ronnie whispered.

Penny smiled before she stood up again. “Come on, let’s finish getting you ready. 

There were no rules about what a Luna should wear for the Plena Luna Corda, but over the years and through the first-hand accounts Ronnie had read, she noticed that there was definitely a pattern. White — and something that exposed her small belly. The only item the traditions called for was a flower crown made of lupine and moonflowers. Ronnie chose to wear a white skirt, ending just past her knees that hugged low around her waist, and a matching tube top. Barely anything in the chilled night air, but it didn’t matter. Not when her nerves were making her so jittery she felt warm and frozen all at the same time.

At the last, standing in front of the full-length mirror, Penny placed the flower crown on her head — the white and purple flowers stood out in stark contrast to her dark curls. As she looked herself over, she cradled her bump in one hand. Never before had she looked like a princess — a daughter of wolf kings. But she did now. This was her first, true moment as a Luna. The Moon Goddess on earth. A sign of fertility and strength within her pack. She could do this. 

The clock in the hall struck midnight. It was time.

Ronnie took one last deep breath. That tight, anxious feeling in her chest remained, even as she thought over all her reassurances. But she would be with Jake soon. She always felt more confident when he was around.

“I’m ready.”

Javy paced around the front yard waiting to take her to the ritual’s location. He really was a beautiful wolf. Fur brindled and smooth, now painted red in streaks down his sides, haunches, and between his large golden eyes. He shook his head, great ears flopping, at the sight of her stepping down from the porch, trotting closer. The air was freezing, her breath fogged and her skin turned to gooseflesh almost instantly. But she could barely feel it. She padded barefoot across the grass, leaving Penny behind. Then, when Javy lowered his belly to the ground, Ronnie climbed on his back and grabbed fist fulls of his fur. 

He stood back up, her knees tight on his sides and grip on his fur locked. Javy looked back over his shoulder at her once to confirm she was good to go. Ronnie nodded in return. And he took off at a gallop into the woods. 

Ronnie pressed herself firmly against his back to hide against the wind and the rogue branches that would try to cut her. The air was biting cold, forcing tears to leak from her eyes as she buried her face in Javy’s fur. It was different than when she would ride on Jake’s back. The connection, that golden thread, was still there. But it wasn’t as strong. She didn’t feel one with Javy and she liked it that way.

The trees moved by in a blur of dark color, like soldiers in procession, watching their queen go by. That low-hanging fog off the mountain clung to the mossy ground. The full moon hung big and beautiful in the starry sky above. The world was silent, paused, except for the sounds of leaves rushing past and Javy’s growling breath.

Ronnie could have been riding on Javy’s back for hours or moments, she wasn’t sure. But it felt like an eternity and only a breath before they arrived in the proper clearing.

All of Red Sky was there, circled in wolf form and painted all in red, around a giant bonfire. There was a table filled with bowls of red paint and Ronnie could just make out in the orange light of the fire a great pile of furs placed just for her. Javy slowed to a stop with a growl, pawing at the soft earth. Ronnie lifted her head and a smile tugged at her lips. Relief and confidence flooded her veins. 

Jake was still in human form. Taming the beast within that longed to change with the full moon. His chest and stomach were painted with a bold red pattern. He kept his face simple — opting for a line on his chin and across his cheekbones and nose. He looked calm, proud, as he helped her from Javy’s back.

Once he was free of his burden, the brindled wolfmoved to fill the gap in the circle at the edge of the clearing. 

Jake pressed a kiss to her forehead, a low noise echoing in his chest, and she felt instilled with that confidence her mate always seemed to carry. He wrapped a large hand around the back of her neck, fingers tangled in the hair at her nape, and he gently forced her to look up at him. The breath was stolen from her lungs. He looked otherworldly in the firelight. His beard freshly trimmed, hair pushed back, eyes glowing red as blood as he fought against the change the full moon brought. 

“You look beautiful,” he whispered over the roar of the flames. 

And she felt it. 

With that hand still gentle on the back of her neck, he led her over to one side of the fire — where the furs were placed. She could see it before they even arrived. The great, giant paws, the grey fur. A wolf. Freshly sacrificed just for this night. 

Once in her place, standing on the pile of furs, Jake knelt down and shoved one clawed hand beneath the wolf’s ribs. He searched for a moment, then he yanked out a massive piece of raw muscle. Drenched in blood. The wolves around them whined and yipped in anxious excitement.

The heart. 

He rose and held it out to Ronnie. She took it without a hint of hesitation. She had to hold the heart in both hands. The blood instantly began to pour between her fingers, down her arms, and drip onto her feet. Jake could say nothing more to her. No words of encouragement or kind phrases. It was all up to her now. He turned and went around to the opposite side of the fire where a great stone waited for him. He took a seat, legs spread and elbows on his thighs. She could still see him through the dancing flames, his gaze intense and powerful. 

Jake nodded his head. It was time. 

The ritual had begun. 

She was a daughter of wolf kings. 

Ronnie looked down at the heart in her hands. It was still warm. A fresh kill. She remembered talking to her mother about this. Sitting with her unfinished book on her knees and holding out her tape recorder in case she missed anything in her frantic note-taking. Her mother had laughed and she got it on tape. She told her daughter that she got the heart down in five bites. Looking down at an actual one now, Ronnie had to scoff. That was easy for her to say — she was a Beta long before she arrived at her Plena Luna Corda. She had sharp fangs and strength to get her through. All Ronnie had was desperation and Jake’s encouraging face from across the fire. 

She had to do this. She could do this. 

Jake’s eyes told her so. Red and intense through the flames. If she looked at him, only him, that was all she could feel. Confident, capable, whole, filled with a pride earned and humble. She didn’t break eye contact as she sunk her teeth into the meaty flesh of the heart. 

Red Sky howled and yapped softly as she began. 

The meat was tough, but her teeth could get through. She ripped the first bite free and began to chew, her eyes never leaving Jake. The taste was…Appalling. Akin to chicken but she didn’t even really know. All she could taste was animal blood and something vaguely meaty. It made her stomach turn instantly. She wretched just as she swallowed and the bite lept back onto her tongue. A noise of protest slipped between her closed lips as she looked down at the rest of the heart in her hands. It somehow looked like it had gotten bigger since the last time she looked at it. There was so much of it. This was only the first bite. How could she ever possibly get through it all?

Then, that bite still laying heavy in her mouth, she looked back at Jake. 

Jake. 

His gaze was empowering, intense — she nearly wanted to look away. His breaths were even, shoulders rising and falling at a soothing pace. He had his elbows pushed down to his knees, fingers threaded together loosely as he leaned as close as he could get to her. She could nearly hear him talking in her head. 

Come on, little one. You got this. Don’t stop. You’re doing so good. 

She swallowed hard with an audible gulp — and a smirk ticked up the corner of his mouth. 

The next few bites went smoothly. Though achingly slow. Her jaw was beginning to hurt from chewing the tough meat. But she knew she had no chance of swallowing any of this whole. At the fifth bite, nearly halfway through, her stomach betrayed her again. What she already swallowed rose in her throat and she groaned — one bloodied hand shooting up to keep her mouth shut. Across the fire, Jake sat up a bit straighter, his every muscle poised like he was about to leap into the crackling flames. With a grimace, she forced it all back down her gullet. 

That was when the tears came. Ronnie didn’t even know she had begun to cry until she tasted the salt on her lips. Her throat ached from the bile, her stomach churned. And there was a fear now. Visceral and constant no matter how hard she tried to fight it. Push it down. Focus only on Jake and his pride and his confidence. A shaking breath tumbled out of her mouth. There was still so much left. Something ugly curled around her heart now. Like tentacles or knotted vines — something meant to cling and drag down to the very depths of some unknown darkness. 

What if she couldn’t do it? What if she became the very thing that she sought to prevent? Just another pain for Red Sky, another bad omen. What if she let Jake down?

Ronnie looked up at him from across the bonfire. His expression hadn’t changed. Still hard, still calm, still unrelenting in its pride. She could even still hear him, like a whisper at the back of her mind. Just a bit more, little one, you can do it. But it was so hard. Her stomach roiled, screamed at her to get it all out and find some relief. She brought the heart back up to her lips and took another bite. More tears slipped out.

Looking out at the wolves that surrounded the clearing, that watched her every move with eyes like shining gold coins, she wished there were some familiar forms among them. Some furry, time-worn faces that she knew like the back of her hand. Red Sky was trying, trying to encourage in the ways that they could. Barking and stamping at her and howling quietly. But it wasn’t the same. She wished her mother was there. She wished her father was there. 

She wished Bradley was there. Or Pete, or Bob, or Natasha. The pack that raised her. That made her into the woman, the Luna, that now stood across the fire from her mate trying to do the impossible.

Swallowing that bite, she took another and was able to work through it quickly. Bile at the back of her throat threatened to ruin everything. Acid burning her tongue and forcing hot drool to accumulate in her mouth. Ronnie pushed it all down with a soft cry. 

Only two more bites left. One if she tried. 

It wasn’t just her poor stomach telling her to stop now. It was everything inside her. To just give up. Her hands, now painted completely in blood, trembled as she readjusted her grip on what remained of the heart. She couldn’t even look up at Jake. Convinced of the disappointment and anguish she would find there. She wasn’t cut out for this. She wasn’t a werewolf, she wasn’t a Luna, she was just some normal girl trying desperately to cling to something she was never meant to have.

The pack began to growl menacingly, their hackles raised as they turned west. Leaves rustled and twigs snapped. Ronnie looked to the source of the noise, fearing that something had now come to attack at one of the pack’s most vulnerable moments. Jake too was on high alert, stood from his seat with his teeth bared — barely restrained from circling the fire to tuck Ronnie away.

But all the agitation seemed to die away when it was revealed just who was coming into their circle.

“Pete,” Ronnie whispered when the wolf stepped into her view, just beyond Jake’s shoulder. 

She would recognize his wolf form anywhere. Jet black and speckled with grey in the face and chest. She had ridden on his back when she was a child. She had patted his great face with her tiny hands. She had cried into his fur. But now, now he stood alone amongst a pack that only a few months ago was prepared to rip his throat out. Now, he stood with blue paint smeared into his fur like it was done last second. 

He came. 

Then, on Jake’s other side, a larger wolf appeared — the growls of Red Sky picked up. There were scars on this wolf’s face, painted blue and the coat was a deep chocolate brown. His eyes glowed red in the light of the fire.

“Bradley,” she wept.

He came. He really came. And if he was here, then the rest of the pack wasn’t far behind. And they did come, filling in the gaps between the Red Sky wolves with their blue-painted fur. 

Ronnie looked to Jake with a hopeful smile, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. Please let them stay. Jake looked at her for a moment, then his gaze fell on his pack and he nodded. Red Sky instantly calmed down at his signal. But they remained restless, shifting quietly and keeping a weary eye on the other wolves. Jake slowly sat back down on the stone, all his focus back on his mate. 

Her family was there. Her pack was there. Jake was there. She was a daughter of wolf kings. She was a Luna, the Moon Goddess incarnate.

Ronnie could do this. 

She shoved the remaining chunk of flesh into her mouth and chewed.

Jake looked like he was about to jump into the fire. Every muscle pulled taut, like a coil under too much pressure. His red eyes shone and were full of power as he watched his Luna eat. And at the last, when it felt soft enough, Ronnie swallowed — all of it. Her hands empty. Everyone watched on bated breath as she swayed on her feet, one hand cradling her belly, fighting against her body to keep everything down. Then she gulped with an audible gasp…

And she knew it was finished. 

Every wolf in the clearing howled up at the moon that cursed and blessed them — Red Sky and Blue River. The pup was going to be strong and healthy, the pack was blessed for it. 

But all Ronnie could focus on was Jake. Proud and steady as he came around the fire to her. A smile quirked the corner of his mouth, his hand dripping with fresh red paint. She wanted to collapse into him, let him be her strength now. But she needed to remain resolute, standing proud as she reunited with her Alpha and her mate. As he claimed their unborn pup for Red Sky. Ronnie gasped at the cold, wet feeling when he pressed his red-dripping hand into her belly. 

“My little Luna,” he spoke in awe.

The howls only grew louder, more consistent, as Jake knelt before her and wrapped his arms around the tops of her thighs. Then he lifted her into the air for every wolf to see. From each pack. This was his mate, his Luna, his love, his queen. Ronnie smiled, happy tears falling down her cheeks now, with her hands in his golden hair. His gaze was locked on her as he walked her around the fire once, twice — the moon shining down on them and wolves from both packs howling in harmony for the first time in centuries. 

When Jake finally set Ronnie back on solid ground, the wolves around the clearing dispersed. Ready to go on their full moon hunt, to fulfill the desire that had been gnawing at them since the moon rose that night. After a moment of pounding feet and calling howls, the clearing was silent. Leaving the Alpha and his Luna with a moment of peace, as was tradition. 

Jake held Ronnie’s face in his painted and bloodied hands, tucked her hair behind her ears as he pulled her flush against him. “You did so good for me, little one.” 

“Yeah?” she questioned quietly, reaching up and gripping his wrists in a loose hold. 

“Yeah,” he chuckled lightly, eyes flicking over the state of her bloodied face. “My little Luna. My moon and stars.” 

Ronnie nodded as her eyes slipped shut, leaning into his firm touch, leaning into his strength. Her fingers slipped from his wrists to touch her bump lightly. Jake pulled her ever closer, breathing in deep as one of his hands cradled the back of her neck — fingers threaded through her hair.

Then she whispered, so soft it would have disappeared on the wind to anyone else, “I don’t think the pup likes wolf’s heart.” 

Jake laughed. One of those deep rumbles that moved his entire body that Ronnie loved. She released her own quiet chuckle as Jake dropped down on one knee before her, her waist in his broad hands. 

“Good thing you only do this once, then, huh?” he looked up at her, his expression soft and full of a powerful sort of love. 

And his gaze dropped to her belly with that same expression. That same soft yet powerful love, that same reverence and awe, as he pressed tender kisses into her flesh. Ronnie sighed, her head thrown back towards the sky, as she threaded her fingers back into his hair. 

“I was so worried,” she confessed, hands trailing over his neck as her mate got back to his feet. 

Jake’s thumb traced over her blood-stained lips, pulled the bottom one down as he dragged the digit down her chin and the column of her throat — where the red paint used to be but was now hidden in blood.

“I never doubted you for a second,” he replied and it made fresh tears blur her vision. 

His kiss was gentle yet commanding as it always was. Soft but powerful. Only now, at this moment, when their kiss tasted like blood and paint and release — there was a certain hunger and pride that rippled in the way he tugged her against him. In the way he urged her lips to part so his tongue could slip inside. 

“Jake,” she panted softly when they parted, an echo of the need that pulsed through her now. 

That need for his strength. His reassurance. His love. 

“I know,” he breathed, almost a growl, as he leaned his forehead heavily against her own. “But we can’t…It’s already getting harder to control.”

Ronnie nodded in understanding. It was a night of the full moon. Jake had already been resisting the beast within for hours now. It was surely clawing at his insides, howling to be released. He was stronger as an Alpha, able to put it off, but if he went any longer it would drive him insane. And he wouldn’t take the risk of hurting Ronnie or the pup. He just wouldn’t. 

So they stood in the clearing for a few more moments. Content to hold and be held. Content to sink into this new feeling now that the Plena Luna Corda was over. Now that there was some assurance from the goddess above that their babe was going to be healthy, that things were finally going to be looking up for Red Sky.

“I love you,” Ronnie whispered.

“I love you, too.” Jake pressed his lips into her hair. “With all of me. With everything.” 

“You should go,” she said, hands smoothing over his bare chest.

He needed to join the hunt, join his pack, lead. He needed to succumb to the curse so he wouldn’t be driven mad when the night was through. Jake gave her one final kiss, soft and full of strength, before he reluctantly pulled away from her. 

“I’ll be back by morning,” he said as he backed away, giving himself some space. 

“We’ll be waiting for you.” Ronnie smiled with a hand on her belly. 

Jake grinned with an unbelieving shake of his head. Then he gave in to the curse. His body was overcome by fur and powerful muscle. In an instant, he was in wolf form. Massive, with his dark gold fur glinting in the firelight. Red paint still visible on his face and chest.

Lowering himself down to the forest floor, Ronnie pulled herself onto his back. Their connection strong and golden as he carried her off into the woods. Back to their cabin. He left her on the porch. Pressing his large, furry head into her middle one last time, Ronnie smiled as she held his massive face in her hands. 

Then he ran off to join his pack.

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sorry 2 b insane but i was overcome with the spirit of jbfob today and............ well............................. again SORRY

Pete knows he’s a dead boy walking, but he’s never more felt more alive than right now, Patrick hot and real underneath him. He scrapes his teeth against Patrick’s neck and thinks about biting down, until all that vibrant life is spilling out, staining Pete too. He wants to drink his fill, replace the dark matter in his veins with just Patrick, Patrick, Patrick. This is how it should always be. It doesn’t make sense to be two separate bodies, to be two of anything. It’s not enough to fuck Patrick; he needs to crawl into him; he needs to reach into Patrick and hold his beating heart, swallow it whole. 

Pete remembers reading somewhere that atoms never touch, that you can press as close as possible to something and still be separated on the molecular level. Fuck that. He’s a god, a demon, an abomination. He’ll tear the very fabric of the universe apart to get to Patrick, to make sure every particle of them is indistinguishable and inseparable from each other. It’s already true, anyways, always has been. There’s nowhere in this world Pete goes where he doesn’t already carry Patrick with him. He’s inescapable. Flesh for flesh, blood for blood, the slow drip of one soul into another. 

Now Pete has neither a soul nor a heartbeat to offer Patrick, but what does it matter, when Patrick’s body sings with enough life to fill the empty maw of Pete’s desire? Pete’s hunger has always been there, insatiable. Now it’s in the body too, living on the sharp edges of his teeth, thrumming through his greedy fingertips. Every blooming bruise he leaves on Patrick’s perfect skin is proof. What would he find if he tore deeper? Pete wants to find out. 

you came into my house and stabbed me one billion times and buried my body in the backyard i literally have to start haunting you for this

[mysterycharacterflowers]

Round 1; A bouquet of rainflower, green carnation, camelia, nightshade, mulberry and purple lilac Vs Red Anemone

If you know who they are, or are pretty sure of it, please don't tell until this poll has ended!

First, let's talk about the bouquet of rainflower, green carnation, camelia, nightshade, mulberry and purple lilac

Meaning and why they were chosen: Rainflower- meaning: I must atone for my sins/I love you back. Reason- He tore the entire universe apart and put it back together wrong. Permanently warping and altering reality itself, this of course being a pretty big sin. But he did it in order to save the man he loved, a man he still wholeheartedly loves and adores, yet can no longer even interact with. Serving as a living reminder of the choice he made. Green Carnation- meaning: love between two men. Reason- He is BIG gay. His love for another man re-wrote the whole universe. Camellia- meaning: Unpretending excellence. Reason- This character is a literal genius. An expert in mechanical and biological science, he is objectively too smart and much too qualified to be employed where he is. He is the first- and only- person to have ever performed true necromancy. Nightshade- meaning: Silence or falsehood. Reason- He avoids and even outright lies to the people around him. Especially the love of his life. This is because the knowledge of his actions is enough to physically unmake a person. Mulberry- meaning: I will not survive you. Reason- He lost the man that he loved. And rather than learn to grieve and cope with the loss, learning to survive without the man he loved, he instead decided to alter the fabric of all reality just to revive his love. Purple Lilac- meaning: first love. Reason- He fell in love with hsi best friend since childhood. Every choice he has ever made has been for this boy. Even the choices this character Description: He is an extremely intelligent man. Skilled in both engineering and medical science. He quite literally discovered a way to tear the universe apart and rebuild it- warping and damaging it irreversibly in the process- just to save the man he loved. He then proceeded to constantly ignore and avoid the man he saved, as he couldn’t bring himself to look his greatest sin in the eyes. He was raised Catholic and I’m 85% sure his mother is a serial killer. He loves video games, and is an absolute fucking DWEEB. He is the ultimate failgirl. He is not a good person, he trapped the man he loved in a veritable purgatory- where is is technically neither living nor dead. He IS trying, just maybe not hard enough.

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Now, let's talk about the Red Anemone

Meaning and why this flower was chosen: I think its deliciously ironic as this flower represents luck, and greatly resembles the flower they went to pick for their sister! Before falling of a cliff in the attempt. but instead of dying his brain was transferred into the body of a super panther (hard to explain) and later joined there sister in fighting evil Nazi's! Which also fits very well, as Anemone's other meaning is a protector against evil. Description: A defender against evil, this flower is a bit ironic with how unlucky this poor guys life has been. A real softy with a bit of a bite, he fights evil science experiments in the dead of night with the rest of his family.

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[sweetish-original-story]

Chapter 14

1. 2. 3. 4. 

Sammy emerged from the stage of water like a swan, beautifully adorned in a clear shimmering robe and trouser set that glimmered and glowed so bright that it left rainbow in every direction should even a thread catch sunlight. The jewels that bedazzled her thinly veiled curves were the same as the ones she collected with Dulce, but cleaned and cut and polished to perfection. The gargantuan boa wrapped around her shoulders had titanium white feathers that were so light they danced with no wind, and shielded her now buzzed off hair from the cold. The only bit of darkness that touched her skin were the deep, ruby red ballet slippers and visor sunglasses, both of which perfectly color matched the red, simple dot of lipstick on her lips. 

5. 6. 7. 8. 

Sammy rises up just enough to take a few breaths of air before submerging herself again.

2. 2. 3. 4. 

Next was Dulces turn to exit the water clearly taller and more healthy than he is in reality. His locs were braided and styled with sapphires and pearls, dressed in a tailored tuxedo trimmed with silvery threads and platinum star shaped studs. The fabric his tux was made from looked to sparkle even in darkness z one could easily believe that the clothing was made from thousands of pounds of glitter all neatly woven into the thread that made it. His shoes were glass platformed loafers, giving even more inches to his newfound height. When he turned to face her, he held out hin hand, signaling her to come closer. 

5. 6. 7. 8. 

Sammy rises up again for a few more breaths. Dulce feels a bead of sweat roll down his lip, interrupting his rhythmic counting for only a second.

3. 2. 3. 4.

Sammy leaps across the stage and literally flies into Dulce's arms, landing as lightly as the feathers in her boa onto him, and he spun her around like his new bride as the sage slowly filled with prismatic clouds, his toes gently hopping around and dodging the sea snakes that continuously attempted and failed to grab at either one of them. His final leap deant them into the sky, hundreds of thousands of feet into the air, where the clouds slowly morphed from sky to blank sheets of paper. The papers started bleeding with ink, revealing divorce papers, photos of children, paternity tests and X-rays. There were news articles and deeds to endless amounts of land. Contracts, compromises, copies after copies after copies but the rising didn't stop. Soon, they were surrounded by the darkness of outer space, with nothing but a galaxy of possibilities to explore. 

5. 6. 7. 8.

Sammy rose up one more time, taking in a deep breath of air. At the very same time, so does Dulce.

4. 2. 3. 4.

Sammy looked out at the stars in awe, completely enraptured by the sublime nature of their universe. Millions of twinkling lights twirling and dancing and flashing in colors she could not even begin to describe. The sounds of children giggling and camera flashes quietly echoed from every direction, soothing her like a lullaby. Asteroids made of unfamiliar pink and orange fish flew by and left trails of fireworks behind them. When she turned her head to look down at the world they just left, it was completely covered in fabric, slowly being crushed into shape by a gigantic recreation of her mother's white sleeveless wedding dress. The silk writhed and hissed in agony tearing itself apart. The mermaid tail of it wrapped around it like a snake, crushing the mountains and spilling the seas into the desert. The citrine and peridot beads that were sculpted into scales scooped out entire cities, flattening them between their layers. 

5. 6. 7. 

The sensors in Sammy's bathroom indicate that REM sleep is soon to appear, and they signal to the bathtub to raise her head up out of the water. Dulce lowered himself to the floor, as his eyes fluttered and drifted to his floor mat. He called into his blankets and quietly prayed his friend still liked him at all, and that one day he would finally be good enough for someone. But in his mind he knew he would never truly be strong enough or brave enough or sweet enough to be anyone's number one. Not as himself. 

This is going to be a doozy.

[caxycreations]

Ok so here's my headcanon. Since he's a gag character, Saitama would usually beat Goku in one punch, no questions asked. UNLESS he encountered Vegeta first. Vegeta has shown knowledge of how gag characters work, and would think he's got this in the bag by being funny about it. Unflrtunately, it's probably funnier if despite that he still can't beat Saitama BUT then Goku shows up and actually does, once again being juuuust a tiny bit ahead of Vegeta. Or maybe he'd just last 2 seconds more in a fight before passing out idk

The problem with this is that Saitama ISN'T a gag character. Sure he was back for most of Season One, but his gag was "everything dies instantly to a single hit", and then Boros didn't. And yes, Saitama was holding back, but something to note is that Boros survived MANY of Saitama's normal punches, and even Saitama's Serious Series, Serious Punch didn't instantly kill him. Boros did die from the injuries, but it took him long enough to have an entire conversation with Saitama.

This means Saitama's Serious Series, Serious Punch has an upper limit to how powerful it is. If it had no limit Boros would have died instantly, reduced to paste and splatters like every other enemy.

We have another, more recent example of an enemy surviving Saitama's hits. Garou. Garou has had a massive battle with Saitama, and has taken hit after hit after hit, all from the Serious Series. This means Saitama's Serious Series is, at least, too weak to 1hko Garou. One Serious Series punch dealt injuries Boros could not survive. He was rendered an upper torso and a head, and that killed him.

Freeza on the other hand, back on Namek, was rendered an upper torso with one arm and a head, and was able to survive being so. This means, at least in Durability, Freeza is able to take more punishment than Boros. Freeza would survive a Serious Punch from Saitama. This is important.

We next see Freeza on Earth, enhanced with cybernetics by his force's best medical and mechanical staff. Trunks, in Super Saiyan, cuts Freeza in half, dices him after, then atomizes him, in the span of 2 seconds.

Goku, hours later, is revealed to now be more powerful than Trunks due to his training on Yardrat. This means Goku, who could have easily killed Freeza on Namek, could do so with even greater ease than Trunks did.

Meaning Goku's capable of output great enough to insta-kill Namek-Saga Freeza, who can take more than Boros, meaning Goku's serious attacks are more damaging than Saitama's.

But output isn't everything, you need to account for what they can dish out AND what they can take.

So...

Saitama's output was not enough to insta-kill Boros. It wouldn't be enough to kill Freeza. Now, I will say, he could 1hko Namek-Saga Freeza if he hit him in the head.

But it still gives us a solid idea of his power output, and whether or not Goku could tank it.

So we know Saitama could 1-2 hit Namek Freeza. Likely the same with Mecha-Freeza. So he is, at least, bare minimum, as strong as Trunks was at his introduction. That puts him above all of the Earthlings, and even above Piccolo pre-Kamiccolo.

But let's look at some of the feats present here.

Goku, as of the end of the Battle of Gods final fight, was powerful enough to handle most of Beerus' power. Beerus was hitting Goku so hard that the reverberations were literally felt across the entire universe and tearing apart the fabric of reality. And Goku, in the span of seconds, learned to counter them with just the right force in just the right way to completely nullify those reverberations with his own.

This means, Battle of Gods Goku (Super Saiyan God form) was Universal in power, and taking hits that matched that level.

So Goku's durability is actually beyond Universal. The same hits that were actively destroying the universe were hits Goku was able to block.

Saitama's Serious Series, Serious Punch parted clouds the world over. But it didn't do much else.

Saitama's Serious Series, Death punch demolished an entire mountain range, parted the clouds, but not much else. From this, we can gather Saitama is, sadly, NOT planetary.

Meaning Goku, who has super-universal durability, wouldn't even feel Saitama's attacks unless he was in Base Form, and even then he might not depending on which canon you subscribe to, as in anime canon Beerus states Goku's body adapted to God power and retained it (meaning Base Goku is, anime-wise, as powerful as his first SSJ God transformation was, and all his transformations now increase that).

[na-ta-sh-aa]

I loved The Fraternity Fundraiser so much! (Obviously until Brian came along) it was so cool to see Bradley and Jake vs Sugar and Jessica at beer pong!

“Bradley looked absolutely disgusted as he said, "Only if you stop calling me sir."

Bradley😂

"Not with you hanging all over me, I can't," he said, but in such a loving way that Jake rolled his eyes. Bradshaw was soft and sweet for literally nobody but his wife.”

Aww I love Bradley and Sugar so much🥹

"We should play later as long as everything is going smoothly. Fuckboys versus hot ladies."

This seems to be a really interesting challenge!

"I don't just know him. I used to be his math tutor when we were undergrads together. I'll put in a good word."

I'm so happy for Jessica, she deserves it!

"You think anyone will notice me on my knees?" she asked teasingly as she pulled his zipper down. 

I loved how Jessica was in control of the situation, she was so sexy🫠

"I'm here with my girlfriend."

I love when he calls Jessica his girlfriend, I will never stop loving the beauty of this word said by Jake🥹

"You're up!" Bradshaw called out. "Get your ass to the other side of the table, Reed. Hangman, you're with me." Then he kissed his wife, "Get down there with Jessica, Sugar."

The kind and sweet way Bradley treats Sugar will never stop making me smile, it's so beautiful!

“Bradley rolled his eyes. "I managed to do both at the same time very successfully. Isn't that right, Sugar?"

Bradley was more multitasking than Jake in college😂

"I taught her everything she knows!" Bradley shouted as he made his way back to their end. "My wife is a badass."

Proud Bradley🥹 he was a perfect teacher for Sugar!

"Jesus Christ, Dr. Reed. You got thousands of dollars worth of goods donated to you by the brewery owner? How many men are you sleeping with?"

What? First he called her a slut and now he's implying that she got the donation because she slept with the owner? I hope Jake gets here soon and knocks this fool out.

"What the fuck is your problem, asshole?" Jessica turned to her right to see Advanced Calculus in the kitchen, steadying her with her firm hand. "You think you're so slick, but you're not smarter than us. Where's your PhD from again? The University of Jackass online?"

Sugar literally knocked him out with one sentence! Her standing up for Jessica was truly amazing! I love more and more how close they have become.

“Then Bradley was in the kitchen, too. His wife wrapped her arm around Jessica's shoulders as Bradley went chest to chest with Brian, towering over him. "Why the fuck are you talking to my wife that way? Huh?"

Bradley also arrived!! Aww he immediately jumped to his wife's defense🥹

“And then Jake was there, head on a swivel as he surveyed the situation and saw a few more stray tears slip down Jessica's cheeks. "What the fuck is going on?" he demanded.”

I think things are looking bad for Brian!

“Bradley released Jake, and Jessica was a little afraid he was going to go after Brian, but he didn't. She was wrapped up in his arms with his lips on her forehead as he whispered, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry if I made you cry more."

Aww I loved that Jake didn't respond to Brian's provocation and went to console Jessica.

“He parked his truck, and scooped her up, careful not to mess up the fabric of her pretty dress. As he carried her into her apartment, he realized just how exhausted she must be. Her arms were around his neck, but she just sniffed and buried her face in his neck, trusting that he would get her inside to safety.”

He carried her home in his arms, being careful not to ruin her dress, Jake is truly a gentleman🥹

"He and I were dating. And then we were sleeping together. For weeks. And I had no idea that he's married and has two kids."

Brian is even more disgusting. I feel so sorry about Jessica.

I loved that the fraternity fundraiser was going so well and everyone was having so much fun until Brian arrived. Seeing Bradley and Sugar have Jessica's back warms my heart, I'm so happy that she finally has people she can trust and rely on. I think Brian should start caring more about how he behaves and the words he says, because he's up against not only two aviators who can use him to clean the floors if they want but above all Sugar! The way she defended Jessica will forever be one of my favorites moments, don't mess with Sugar! I also absolutely loved the tender way Jake took care of Jessica. This story is incredible, I love the constant twists but above all the characters. I was already in love with Bradley and Sugar immensely (and my love for them only grows) and now I'm crazy for Jake and Jessica too.💞🫧

Adult Education Part 13 | Hangman x OC

Summary: Jessica's fraternity fundraiser is the most popular event during alumni weekend. While that should be enough to guarantee she's smiling all night, an unwanted guest turns up to make sure that doesn't happen. Jake is set on taking care of her, but he desperately wants her to open up.

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of smut, angst, swearing, mentions of cheating, frat boys, 18+

Length: 4300 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female OC

This story is part of the Beer Boy and Sugar universe but can be read on its own! Adult Education masterlist

Seriously, who let Jake on my masterlist!? Banner by @mak-32

"Come on, Hangman," Bradley grunted. "You're acting like you've never been to a frat party before."

Jake watched him adjusting the keg of beer in the enormous tub of ice on the back porch of the fraternity house. "We're supposed to carry this inside?" Jake balked. "Why? It's going to make a mess."

"Jesus Christ, Jake. You need beer to play beer pong."

"We played it with champagne at your house on New Year's Eve," he countered, just to irritate Bradshaw. 

"Yeah, and it low key pissed off my wife. Just help me carry this inside before both of them get mad at us."

He and Jake struggled with the keg and dropped it off in the back hallway where the exceptionally nerdy looking frat boys would be able to access it to fill up the crystal cups between rounds. In fact, one of them was coming over now, all dressed up in his tuxedo. 

"Excuse me, sir. Can you help me move some of the ping pong tables?"

Bradley looked absolutely disgusted as he said, "Only if you stop calling me sir." Bradley went off to help him while Jake found Jessica in the kitchen going over the menus with the culinary students. She looked gorgeous, and he wanted to get his hands on her, but there was a soft crease between her eyebrows that told Jake she was starting to stress. 

"What can I do?" he asked when she glanced his way.

"Can you check to make sure you can hear the string quartet everywhere?" she asked him. "Everyone should start arriving in about ten minutes."

"Of course." Jake walked around the entire downstairs of the sprawling Victorian house, and after a minute he realized the quartet was playing Hot In Herre by Nelly. Not only could he hear it everywhere, it also sounded incredible, and he had to fight the urge to start dancing. 

When he walked into the main living room, Bradshaw and his wife had their backs to him while they threw a few test shots at one of the tables. Jake had to appreciate the juxtaposition that Jessica had achieved here. It was an elevated college experience for adults. 

"Let's try this out," Bradshaw mumbled, stretching like he was about to compete in an event at the actual olympics. "I honestly don't love that Jess didn't go regulation with solo cups," he complained, aiming at the crystal glassware lined up at the far end of the table. 

His wife wrapped her arms around him and said, "Come on, Beer Boy. You can do it."

"Not with you hanging all over me, I can't," he said, but in such a loving way that Jake rolled his eyes. Bradshaw was soft and sweet for literally nobody but his wife. 

"You never once complained about that when we were in college," she mused, kissing the side of his neck when her eyes met Jake's. "Oh look. Another fuckboy."

Jake laughed in response and made his way over to her as the fraternity boys ran around and started pouring glasses of champagne for everyone who was about to arrive. "What did you call me?"

"You heard me," she replied with a grin while her husband made two shots in a row, the pinging of the balls against the crystal making a satisfying sound. "We should play later as long as everything is going smoothly. Fuckboys versus hot ladies."

"Hot, smart ladies," Bradshaw said as he made another shot. Jake got his ass kicked by the two of them on New Year's Eve, but he was more confident he could win with Rooster as his teammate. 

"Here you go, sir," the nerdiest of the boys told Bradley, offering up the champagne flutes on the tray. He growled and snatched one up before handing it to his wife at the same time Jake caught sight of his girlfriend in the kitchen with another guy's arms wrapped around her. 

"What the fuck." He wove around the tables and ducked through the doorway where Jessica was laughing with an extremely attractive man in a purple suit that somehow didn't even look hideous on him. And then she gave him another quick hug before releasing him.

"As soon as you invited me, I dropped everything," the other guy said. "It's not every day you get a chance to look at the beautiful Jessica Reed."

"Stop it, Dev. You're being too sweet. I already can't thank you enough for all the beer."

Perhaps the most disturbing thing was the fact that Jessica looked calmer in the presence of this Dev guy that she had for the past hour, and that didn't even account for the way he was looking at her. Jake cleared his throat loudly. 

"Jake! Come meet Dev Borah!"

When they clasped hands, Jake tried his best at an intimidating handshake, but Dev looked completely unfazed by it. Then he said, "I've heard a lot about you from Bradley. Aren't you the guy who tried to pick up his wife before you realized they were dating?"

Okay. Jake officially hated this guy. He could feel himself blushing, and Jessica was looking up at him with wide eyes. He didn't try to pick up Bradshaw's wife when he met her. Not exactly. He'd put his foot in his mouth a little bit that day last year, but not to the extent Dev was making it out to be. 

"I get it though," he told Jake. "She's beautiful. But so is Jessica. You're very lucky." He slapped Jake on the back before he said, "I just need to run out to my Porsche and grab those gift cards for the silent auction. I'll be right back, Jess."

"I swear I didn't try to pick her up," Jake insisted as soon as he was gone, but Jessica was already laughing at him. 

"She's hot. I get it," she replied as she hugged him. "And I'm sure Dev just wanted to give you a hard time."

Jake rolled his eyes as she tucked her head under his chin. "Are you all set, Baby? I think people are starting to arrive."

"I'm as ready as I'll ever be."

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An hour later, Jessica was pleasantly surprised. The Kappa Pi house was completely packed. It almost felt like a real frat party, but the partygoers ranged in age from thirty to seventy. They'd already gone through countless bottles of champagne and one of the kegs of beer from Beta Brewing. Jake and Bradley were carrying another iced keg inside to the back hallway where the empty one sat. 

"Thank you," she told Bradley who was flushed from whatever he was drinking. He immediately returned to dance with his wife to the string quartet playing Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg. She'd received so many compliments on the music selection, and everyone was gushing about how delicious the beer was. She just sent the trays of food out of the kitchen, and now the beer pong tournament was underway. 

"You're killing it, Reedy," Jake whispered next to her ear before kissing her. "You got this frat thing on lock." Her heart swelled with pride at his words. Then a tall man in a tuxedo strolled her way with a champagne flute in one hand and a glass of beer in the other. 

"Are you Dr. Reed?" he asked over the noisy crowd and the music. 

"Yes," she replied as he shuffled his drinks so he could shake her hand.

"Dr. Gregory Michaels. I just wanted to let you know that I've been coming to alumni weekends for thirty years, and I was a member of Kappa Pi. In fact, I lived in this house my senior year."

"Did you really?" she asked as he smiled and looked around. 

"It feels exactly the same," he told her with a laugh, and she turned to smile at Jake. "I also wanted to let you know that this is by far the best and most entertaining event I've ever attended. My wife is playing beer pong for the first time with a guy in a backwards hat, and I've never seen her have so much fun. I'll be sure to mention this to Dean Walters when he and I have our next golf outing."

"You know Dean Walters?" she asked, her knees nearly giving out. The dean was like four steps above Brian Conley. There was no way Brian would be able to be a complete dick about her tenure if she had the damn dean on her side. 

"I don't just know him. I used to be his math tutor when we were undergrads together. I'll put in a good word."

When he turned and walked away, Jessica giggled and jumped up and down before she took Jake by the hand and led him away from the kegs. "He knows the dean," she hissed as she pushed her way through the back door. "He's putting in a good word."

"You deserve it," he replied in the relative darkness of the back porch as Jessica pushed his back up against the exterior of the house. He smirked as she came to stand between his legs and kissed him. "You deserve everything."

Jake's hands were on her hips, bunching her dress up inch by inch until he slipped his warm hand inside the slit. He wrapped his hand around her thigh, caressing her with his thumb as he pulled her snug against his body. 

"Who's going to give it to me?" she whispered against his lips. "You?"

He moaned as he palmed her ass. "Yeah, I'll give you everything." Then she laced her fingers through his hair and rubbed herself slowly back and forth along his suit pants as he groaned into her mouth. "Jessica." His voice had a pleading quality as he grew a little harder for her. She felt good right now. Almost powerful. "Baby, please." 

As Jessica dragged her right hand down along his body to his pants zipper, Jake's head tipped back. "You think anyone will notice me on my knees?" she asked teasingly as she pulled his zipper down. 

"Fuck," he whined, but just as she got her hand wrapped around him through his underwear, she heard someone calling her name from inside the house.

"Dev's looking for me," she said, kissing his jaw.

"Well I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't love it if he found you with your hand in my pants."

Jessica giggled. "Just hold that thought for later tonight." She got him zipped up again, and when Dev popped out on the porch and found her, she was kissing Jake, but in a much less compromising position. 

"I need you to verify the silent auction winners," Dev told her. "And then I need you to have a glass of champagne with me."

Jake grunted, but Jessica squeezed his hand to silence him. "Coming, Dev," she told him before turning back to Jake. "Let me check on everything, and then just maybe we'll have a minute to play a game of beer pong. I'll meet you in there."

And then she placed one more filthy kiss on Jake's lips before going inside.

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Jake sipped his champagne while the crowd around him seemed to move in unison to the cover of Jay-Z that the quartet was playing. It looked like everyone was having a great night, and Bradshaw was no exception as he taught a woman who was easily twice his age how to play beer pong. 

"You need a partner?" 

Jake turned to see a young woman eyeing him up and down with a hopeful smile. Damn. A few months ago, he'd have said yes. And he would have probably ended up sleeping with her either here or back at his condo before kicking her out in the morning. 

"I'm here with my girlfriend." He walked to the other side of the table where Bradshaw's wife was dancing with her own champagne flute. "This whole thing seems successful, right?" he asked.

"Very," she replied. "Look at everyone! That guy's like eighty years old! He's also a huge donor to the college, and he's dancing like nobody's watching."

Jake cracked up. "Meanwhile, everyone is watching." But she was right. Everybody was rocking their formal wear while tossing ping pong balls like there was no tomorrow as the night wore on. 

Then Jessica and Dev emerged from the kitchen, and she came right for him. "Jake, I'm freaking out. I got an email that said I sold all of the tickets available for tonight. And, the items in the silent auction went for a ton of money!"

"I'm not surprised," he replied, pulling her close to his side. "Not one bit. Congratulations."

"You're up!" Bradshaw called out. "Get your ass to the other side of the table, Reed. Hangman, you're with me." Then he kissed his wife, "Get down there with Jessica, Sugar."

"You're about to lose so fucking hard, Beer Boy."

The crowd had started to thin out now, and Jake watched the fraternity boys clean off the table and set up fresh glasses filled with overpriced beer for them. "Ladies first," Jake said, rolling the balls to their end of the table. And that was when he learned that not only was he nowhere near as good as Rooster and his wife, he was also terrible compared to Jessica.

After the ladies sunk both of their shots, Bradley said, "I hope you're ready to drink." And then when Jake missed his first shot, he got a glare in response. "How are you this bad? You went to college."

"I didn't play beer pong. I was busy making out with girls."

Bradley rolled his eyes. "I managed to do both at the same time very successfully. Isn't that right, Sugar?"

She responded by making another shot followed by Jessica. "Shit," Jake muttered. 

"Can we switch partners?" Bradley whined. He tried to walk to the other end of the table as he drank his beer, but his wife just pushed him right back to Jake. 

"It's not our fault we're exceptionally good at math," she said before returning to Jessica's side. 

"Come on, Jake!" his girlfriend cheered. "You can do it!"

But he missed again. It was almost comical how easily the ladies won, and they only had to drink one glass of beer toward the end of the match. Bradshaw's wife danced around while she drank it, and then Jessica made the final shot. 

"I taught her everything she knows!" Bradley shouted as he made his way back to their end. "My wife is a badass."

Jessica was laughing as she ran around the table toward Jake. "You're terrible. Do you need lessons?" she asked sweetly. 

"Lessons from you?" he asked, kissing her hard. "Sign me up." But then his gaze caught on the one person he knew could ruin her night and would absolutely love to do it. 

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When Jake started easing himself away from her and rubbing his hand along her back, Jessica looked up at him. "I'll gladly teach you how to suck less at beer pong. Actually... I wonder if I could turn it into a physics lecture topic," she mused. 

"Baby, he's here."

Jessica spun around so fast, she had to fix her glasses as she set eyes on an irate looking Brian Conley. "We need to talk," he told her with his hands on his hips like she was a small child.

"About what?" she bit back, already feeling her body tensing up as Jake, Bradley and his wife stood at her back. 

Brian was looking around the room in annoyance at the handful of alumni guests still playing beer pong and hanging out. The string quartet sounded louder now as the house had emptied out a bit, and the song was suddenly grating on her nerves. 

"Meet me in the kitchen," Brian growled, storming off toward the back of the house. 

Jake's hand was on hers immediately. "You don't have to talk to him right now, Jessica. Tell him to schedule a meeting for next week."

But she shook her head. "I'll be right back." 

She passed Dev in the hallway, and he looked handsome and happy as always. "I need to get going, but cheers to a successful fundraiser. Call me if you want to come up to Beta. You can even bring your boyfriend. I guess." His smile was bright, but she had to force one in return. 

"Thanks for everything, Dev." And as soon as she was alone in the kitchen with Brian, her smile vanished. "What can I help you with?" she asked him, swiping her sweaty palms on her pretty green dress.

He shook his head at her like she was something to be pitied. "You know... I spent all evening working through the numbers, trying to come up with a total amount of money raised through the science department for alumni weekend. And while your numbers seemed to look pretty good, you didn't account for the astronomical amount you wasted on kegs of this designer beer. And when I show up here to question you about it, you're practically drunk and playing the games you set up for paying guests."

Jessica's jaw dropped. "I'm not drunk! I haven't had anything to drink all night!" Brian rolled his eyes. "And I played one round of beer pong with my friends. If you hadn't noticed the event is ending now. It's nearly midnight."

Brian laughed. "You think someone from the math department is your friend? Jessica. You're delusional."

"Call me Dr. Reed," she ground out, fists clenched at her sides as tears stung her eyes. "And I'm not delusional."

Brian rolled his eyes. "Everyone in the science and math departments believes you're nothing but a slut, and I can guarantee your friend falls into that category." She started shaking as he added, "Now tell me how much you spent on the beer so I can deduct it from the profits of your event."

"I didn't spend anything!" she nearly screamed, frustrated beyond belief and tired of being belittled. "It was donated!"

Brian's laughter filled the space, bouncing off of the stainless steel appliances and tiled floor. "Donated? By whom?"

"The owner of the brewery!" she nearly screamed. "He donated things for the silent auction, too."

His gaze bore into her face as a look of disgust filled his features. "Jesus Christ, Dr. Reed. You got thousands of dollars worth of goods donated to you by the brewery owner? How many men are you sleeping with?"

Jessica's face fell further, and she had a hard time swallowing. "I'm not," she whispered, fingers going numb as her fists shook. "I didn't."

"You're so unprofessional. And you expect me to give you tenure? On what basis? You can't even get through an alumni event without fucking up and making yourself look bad."

"On the basis that I'm great at my job!" she shouted. But her voice shook on the last word, and she was mortified that she was about to cry in front of him. There was no hope. The tears were right there. And as her jaw quivered, she felt the first tear roll down her cheek.

"You're a damn joke," he replied maliciously, but then she felt a warm hand on her back between her shoulder blades. 

"What the fuck is your problem, asshole?" Jessica turned to her right to see Advanced Calculus in the kitchen, steadying her with her firm hand. "You think you're so slick, but you're not smarter than us. Where's your PhD from again? The University of Jackass online?"

"This has nothing to do with you," Brian told her, face stony. "Now if you don't mind, we're having a private conversation."

The other woman laughed. "It's no longer private when I can hear you berating Dr. Reed in the next room."

Brian seemed to fumble for a response as he said, "This is none of your business."

Jessica was shaking as Advanced Calculus said, "Actually, you made it everybody's business by telling lies and starting rumors, Dr. Conley. This is a university, not a sleepaway camp."

Brian took a step closer to her and hissed, "Do not think for one second that I can't fuck with your career path, too."

But she just smiled and inched even closer as she loudly said, "You're not in charge of my tenure."

Then Bradley was in the kitchen, too. His wife wrapped her arm around Jessica's shoulders as Bradley went chest to chest with Brian, towering over him. "Why the fuck are you talking to my wife that way? Huh?"

Brian sputtered for a response, but Jessica could barely breathe. It felt good to have people in her corner for once, but now she was terrified that Bradley was going to punch Brian. 

"I asked you a question," Bradley growled before he turned to his wife. "What's this guy's problem, Sugar?"

Jessica would have laughed if she wasn't already crying when her friend said, "I think he got his PhD online."

And then Jake was there, head on a swivel as he surveyed the situation and saw a few more stray tears slip down Jessica's cheeks. "What the fuck is going on?" he demanded.

Bradley's wife laughed sardonically. "Jake, have you met Brian? He thinks it's okay to spread rumors and insult women who are smarter than him, and then he holds it over their heads."

Jessica watched Brian's face turn a pasty shade of white as Jake took him by the shirt collar and shoved him against the refrigerator. "No. Please don't hit him," Jessica begged as she cried. "He's not worth it, Jake."

But her boyfriend looked a little deranged right now, and she could see the malice in Brian's eyes. 

"I've had just about enough of you giving my girl a hard time. It's like you're begging for this." Jake shoved him a little harder, and Jessica had to look away. 

"Oh, shit," Bradshaw and his wife said in unison, and she was too afraid to look. 

Jessica felt the other woman's arms wrap around her as she called out, "Jake, look at Jessica! She's upset."

When Jessica peeked through her tears, she saw Bradley bear hugging Jake's arms to his side as he fought to get to Brian. But when Jake turned to look at her, his features softened, and now it looked like he was fighting against Bradley to come her way. 

Brian pushed away from the refrigerator and stormed out of the room, but not before he said, "We're not finished," as he pointed in Jessica's face.

Bradley released Jake, and Jessica was a little afraid he was going to go after Brian, but he didn't. She was wrapped up in his arms with his lips on her forehead as he whispered, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry if I made you cry more."

Jessica shook in his arms, terrified that her career was now over. Shaken once again by how hard Brian was trying to ruin her. Jake's kisses and soft words did little to soothe her as she closed her eyes and sobbed.

"Take her home," Bradley said, his voice soft but commanding. "We'll get everything cleaned up here."

Jessica tried to argue, but Jake scooped her up easily in his arms, and she didn't fight him. She closed her eyes, forcing air into and out of her lungs, and a moment later she was sitting in his truck.

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Jake started the engine, but before he shifted into drive, he leaned across the seat and brushed Jessica's hair away from her face. "I'll take you back to your place?" he asked softly. More than anything, he really wanted to drop her off and then go pound the shit out of Brian, but when she nodded and reached for his hand, he put the truck in gear.

She remained silent as she held his hand, only occasionally swiping at her tears and looking out the window. If he knew she wanted to confide in him, Jake would sit and wait with her for as long as it took her to get the words out. But he didn't want to push or ask the wrong things. He knew she could have a bit of a hard time opening up. 

He parked his truck, and scooped her up, careful not to mess up the fabric of her pretty dress. As he carried her into her apartment, he realized just how exhausted she must be. Her arms were around his neck, but she just sniffed and buried her face in his neck, trusting that he would get her inside to safety.

When Jake set her on her bed, he reached for the lamp on the nightstand. She looked wrung out even in the soft lighting, and he reached for her shoes. As he turned to take them into her closet, Jessica crawled up to her pillows with her dress still on, so he only took the time to remove his own shoes and his jacket before climbing in with her. 

Once he had his arms wrapped around her, she let her cheek rest on his chest. Her breathing evened out, and she seemed calmer. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked softly, holding her close. 

She shrugged, and when she spoke, she sounded faint and almost broken. "There's not a lot to say. Brian is trying to ruin my career."

This was not the first time Jake wondered how someone could dislike Jessica. His mind was swirling with the possibility that he was holding a grudge after she broke up with him. He'd been thinking that for weeks. As he pressed a kiss to her hair, he asked, "Why, Baby? How is that possible?"

Jessica's body tensed up in his arms before she took a few shaky breaths and eased her cheek away from his chest. She was crying again as she looked him in the eye and whispered, "He and I were dating. And then we were sleeping together. For weeks. And I had no idea that he's married and has two kids."

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[achillieus]

let you down. (sebastian stan x reader)

summary: it's a universal truth but it's worth repeating; feelings eat us raw. or just an actor and a girl falling in and out of love over the course of three months.

(this was inspired by sebastian's visit to greece for his movie, monday, and is based on that, so that means in the story we’re in 2018. also i have this posted on ao3 too but while i’m writing the last parts i thought of posting it here too)

pairing: sebastian stan x reader

warnings: alcohol, sexual references, implied depression, don’t kill me because of the ending, sebastian and reader are the definition of right person wrong time, it's kinda slowburn because i love the yearning, also this part has some funny moments but overall it’s a big SOB

part: 6/6 (there will also be an epilogue)

(other parts)   (masterlist)

This is how it ends: broken hearts from crashed dreams.

Sebastian holds you until his muscles ache and your lungs burn from the feeling of too little oxygen. It is cold and dark, almost midnight, too dark, a starless night.

No more stars for you and I.

“Here,” Voice hoarse, eyes heavy-lid and itching from almost crying. He gives you one of the rings he wore in the movie. “I want you to keep this.”

Keep it close to your heart. Forget me not.

He takes a breath and a step back, tries to regain all the strength he still has, steady feet and shoulders fixed. He digs his nails into his palms, red marks in his skin, air catching in his throat, he’s on the verge of falling but he stays standing.

He remembers tears glistening down his cheeks, maybe they were yours not his, and the cold autumn wind hitting his face and he remembers feeling like he’s dying.

And then he closes the door of Argyris’ car and looks at you.

And his heart stretches and stretches and stretches and then somehow splits in half.

/

It goes like this:

There’s a ghost that lives in your apartment from now on. In the living room. Sitting on the couch. And it has steel blue eyes and a familiar heart. And it whispers a love story, half-finished, and you cannot make it stop.

The ghost touches your collarbone and he’s gone but there’s a ring in a golden chain around your neck and a white shirt forgotten in your laundry. And it smells like him. The clinging scent of his aftershave sticking to your pores. Eucalyptus. And no matter how hard you try to wash it off, it still lingers.

How could I ever forget someone like you?

The ghost lives here, but the place is empty, so empty. And it’s hard not to cry.

/

Sebastian calls and texts a lot.

He tells you he’s tired but excited because he started filming a new movie. It’s very indie and experimental, I can’t wait for you to see it. He tells you he’s missing his days in Greece like hell and that one night he dreamt of you. Didn’t want to wake up. What he doesn’t tell you is that he’s coming back in a month, Argyris needs him for some extra scenes. It’s nearly killing him but he doesn’t tell you. He wants to surprise you, see the pure light in your eyes when they’ll meet his.

/

You try sexting. It doesn’t go very well.

23:50, sebastian: if you were here in my bed right now what would you be doing

06:51, you: probably falling asleep hahaha

06:51, you: oh fuck was i supposed to sext back

06:51, you: sorry seb i just woke up and i have a class in an hour, love you <3

23:52, sebastian: fuck timezones

/

(three weeks and 10 seconds later)

“I can’t believe she doesn’t know you’re here,” Argyris shakes his head as he’s driving home from the airport, “If I were her, I’d kill you.”

“Good thing I didn’t fall in love with you.”

Sebastian laughs and looks out of the car window. The stars. There are so many stars tonight. He holds his breath; he’s finally feeling whole again. His heart isn’t split in two anymore.

/

You don’t know how long you stand there at your door, staring at him, but it feels like a century before he grins, almost laughs, takes your hands in his and you start considering that perhaps this isn’t a hallucination. Perhaps it’s real.

“Surprise?”

Something inside of you bursts, your organs twitch. You can’t think, you can’t speak, but you can move. You don’t lose any more time, you take a step forward, attach your bodies, your face buried in his neck, your fingers clutching into the rough fabric of his jacket. You breathe him in like an antidote.

“How?”

“Does it matter?”

“No.”

You kiss him and it’s like poetry, like art, like honey and you can’t separate yourself from him, not even hours later.

/

(looking back, these were the golden days)

You pretending to be mad at him for not telling you he was coming back and him pressing his lips on your skin, drawing patterns on your naked shoulder. A feathery touch.

Sebastian always touches you like you’re something made of gold and porcelain, something cherished that constantly needs to be treasured. And nobody has done that before. And you love him for it.

You try to decorate your Christmas tree together. He messes with the lights for a while, eventually gives up and goes on to eat too many reindeer shaped cookies.

He massages your muscles when you write a boring essay for college.

You go with him when he has to shoot a “driving a motorcycle naked in the centre of Athens” scene and you bite the inside of your cheeks to stop smiling like an idiot.

He gives you a dress he bought for you in New York.  

“You didn’t have to.”

“I know, but I wanted to.”

He calls you sweetheart in the mornings, still half asleep and later joins you in the shower.

“Why are you so hot?”

“Climate change”

“Oh, shut up”

It’s tender and it’s soft and it’s human.

And that’s the saddest part.

/

Soon you realize that him leaving two months ago was merely a rehearsal and you still haven’t said your actual goodbyes. Your chest starts to feel as if it’s full of crushed glass.

And it’s ridiculous because you fell in love with Sebastian sometime between the first ten days you spent together.

Who falls in love in ten days?  

Ridiculous or not, you know you are in love with him just as you know that sooner or later, whatever he is feeling will fade and wither. Maybe it’ll be in a week, maybe it’ll be in a month, maybe in a year if you’re lucky. But there will definitely come a day when he will step out of a gala or a party or a fancy gym in New York with a beautiful model in his arms and two paparazzi’s following him around.

What will you be then?

A past small cameo in his life. A side character. Will he remember your name?

He is your whole world.

(a bottle of cheap prosecco helps you decide that)

He is your whole world.

And yet, there will come a day when he won’t even remember your name.

/

It was difficult. No, it was the most difficult thing you’ve ever done. Telling him how you think it’d be better if you didn’t talk after he leaves.

“I don’t agree with this.”

“Seb, it’s for the best.”

Your body doesn’t feel strong enough to carry your heart. And you’re certain it will only get worse once he’s away. The world around you will melt. You’ll obsess over a phone screen and his messages. You’ll start chasing ghosts again. You can’t handle that.

“Why?” He says urgently and his fingers dance over the flesh of your palms.

“Because this”, you motion your hand between the two of you, “is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever had in my life and I don’t want it to become ugly.”

He nods, he understands.

“I love you, you know,” he says smiling and tugs you closer to him, “And I may not be here to show you but I think I’ll love you for a long time.”

Your hand grips his waist right to the bones and something flares in your eyes, something wild that wrenches you around.

“I know, I’ll love you the same.”

“Maybe we’ll meet again.”

“Only if I’m the luckiest girl on the planet.”

He laughs and you look at him, fully aware he’ll be ripped out of your life like a page from a cheap leather notebook. And when you kiss for the last time, there’s a hole forming in your soul.

And just because endings don’t leave visible scars to one’s body and soul, that doesn’t mean the scars don’t exist. You know they do, because you feel the aching pain of every single one of them.

/

(every night when you close your eyes you see him)

(every night you look at the stars and think of him)

/

A month passes and Argyris asks you if you miss him.

“I don’t think I’ll ever stop.”

“He said the exact same thing.”

You tell him not to mention Sebastian again.

Two months pass and you need to stop stalking his instagram profile.

Three months pass and you almost text him.

Four months pass and you go to watch Endgame with some friends and you cry. You cry when Black Widow sacrifices herself and when Iron Man smiles at his wife while dying, and when Bucky Barnes appears on screen.

The others don’t understand and you don’t blame them.

Five months pass and Argyris’ girlfriend wants you to meet someone. A charming boy your age with blonde hair and a lip piercing.

And he's cute but you compare him to Sebastian even before he has the chance to say his name. His eyes are not the right shade of blue and he doesn’t look at you like you’re made of the world’s finest jewel.

And he doesn’t know any constellation names.

And then more than a year passes in a second and you learn to not look for him. Not anymore.

/

It’s early March 2020 and despite the rising fear of the upcoming pandemic, you’re doing well. Scars are starting to fade. And after spending two weeks in Prague, your best friend being there with an exchange program, Sebastian Stan is the farthest thing from your mind.

Until he literally comes crashing into you. At the airport.

No, it can’t be him.

You have your suitcase on one hand and a bottle of antiseptic gel on the other. He has two bodyguards on his sides and a black hoodie on.  And while half of his face is hidden behind a mask, you can see his eyes perfectly. A frozen lake in December. You would know those eyes in your deathbed, at the end of the world.

Your vision gets blurry and suddenly you feel cold.

He won’t recognize me, he can’t.

But then he looks at you and every memory you had buried inside of you resurfaces.

He motions to his guards to wait for him and he starts walking towards you. You breathe slowly, one breath at a time. He takes his mask off and you hesitate to take yours, not sure if you truly want him to see you.

You exchange the typical and very awkward hi, how are you, i’m glad you’re doing okay and then he smiles and it feels comfortable. Familiar.

It’s the whiff of another time that you always kept around. A reminder that you were once loved by a god.

“What are you doing here?”

“Filming Falcon and the Winter Soldier”

If you hadn’t unfollowed him on instagram, you’d known.

“Ah yes I heard about that, congrats.”

He nods a thank you.

“And you? In Prague?”

“I was at a friend.”

He looks conflicted, hurt, turns his gaze to his shoes on the grey cement. You want to say something, but you feel like throwing up.

And then he laughs.

“I was right.”

You’re confused, he notices.

“Back in Greece,” he swallows, “I told you this would happen.”

“It would have been an airport, different gates for each of us, but same waiting hall. Or a Greek island, where we’d both be for the summer.”

“I would have found you.”

You remember and you cannot help but smile. He was right. He found you.

“I didn’t believe you then.”

I barely believe you now.

He touches your hair. And his touch is like a knife. And you want to cry. Magnolias under your tongue. A love long lost is whispering in your ears until it hurts to listen. He’s like a magnetic field and you feel yourself drowning in him.

“I bet they’ll ask me a hundred questions about you later.” He says and looks at the two men waiting for him.

“And what will you tell them?”

“That you’re most probably the love of my life.”

Don’t cry, don’t cry.

“There’s no way we’d meet here if you’re not.”

“Sebastian,” His name sounds like a prayer coming out of your lips and you're ready to tell him you love him and you can swear he looks like he’s ready to faint, “I-”

The guards yell his name. And it's the same feeling people have just before a car crash.

“I’m sorry, I have to go.”

One last look.

Don’t cry, don’t cry.

You repeat it over and over again. But you fail.

“No, don't cry” He smiles, one last smile, “Just look at the stars and wait for us to meet again, because we will.”

He caresses the back of your palm for a second and you think your ribcage is shattering but it’s only your heart drumming frantically. Pushing your fragile bones to break. 

You want to stop him, wrap your arms around his torso, never let him go. Not again. But you don’t.

You just watch him leave, one more time, your knees weak, your head heavy and dizzy. For the split of a moment he turns and glances at you but then he’s nowhere to be seen.

Perhaps it was all in your imagination. Perhaps it was nothing but a wonder.

You get into your plane and you silently sob.

/

And then it’s summer.

And you overhear he was seen with a girl, the day before your vacation starts and you find a picture of them together a week later, a pretty blonde girl clinging to his side with a colorful bikini somewhere in Spain. And he’s smiling. And you feel so ashamed. And so stupid.

They say time heals all wounds but they must be wrong because you can’t forget how he used to smile at you or how he used to call you the love of his life.

Was he joking when he said you'll meet again? You bet if you asked him now, he wouldn't even remember saying it.

I’ll love you for a long time.

So long for nothing.

/

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“So, what time is lights out?” Luz asked as they set their plates onto a cart. Said cart was being pushed by one of the floating bronze robots, collecting dishes, glasses, utensils and the fabric napkins to be taken back and cleaned.

“Eh, ten to midnight usually,” Danny shrugged, “Breakfast starts getting served at around seven for the little kids and eight for us teenagers.”

Hunter gagged on the last bite of a dinner roll.

“Wait… what time are we supposed to be up?”

“Yeah, don’t most classes start at eight AM or earlier?” Luz was now confused herself.

“Yo, at a normal school maybe,” Jake interjected, “But in case you haven’t noticed, nothing about this place is normal. The teachers ain’t gonna force a bunch of cranky teenagers, most of them with crazy weird powers, to wake up before sunrise.”

Hunter seemed to be staring in stunned silence and muttered something about six AM and his palisman chirped at him.

“I… guess it makes sense,” Luz put a hand to her chin, “Then what time do classes start?”

“Get this!” Randy had a semi-wild grin as he began to answer, “Nine o’clock! Crazy am I right?”

“That’s… late,” she didn’t know how else to phrase it. She’d never gone to a school that started later than eight in the morning, not even Hexside! “Well, it’s also in case anyone has a night terror and wakes other people up,” Danny shrugged. “Night terrors? What do you mean?”

Danny paused and stared at her for a moment, as if the answer was obvious.

“...Luz, most of the kids here have saved entire worlds, been in fights where the stakes were life and death, saw things that shouldn’t physically exist, met gods, and went through horrifying stuff… Post-traumatic stress disorder kinda runs rampant around here.”

“...oh… when you put it like that…” “Heck, I’m pretty sure I count as being dead already.” “Que?!” “Yeah, you saw my powers earlier right? They’re ghost powers!” “He literally said “Going Ghost” and “I’ll use my ghostly wail” when we were fighting the goblins,” Jake smirked as he leaned back, “Didn’t you figure it out from all that?” “It happened so fast I didn't process either of them!” Luz slammed her hands on the table and leaned in closer to Danny, “Ghost powers! Explain! Now please!” He blinked, staring in surprise… and then laughed. “Damn, I think my parents would like you. They’re always trying to learn more about ghosts!” “They are?” “Yeah, but not in a good way,” Randy butted in. “What do you mean by “good way” exactly?” Hunter finally decided to join the conversation. His palisman was now trying to get him to take half of a cherry it had pecked in two. He took it without looking away from the others. The boys looked at each other with the same exasperated expression, Danny sighed and explained, “They’re ghost researchers/ghost hunters. They want nothing more than to catch a ghost to dissect, vivisect or…” “Tear it apart molecule by molecule.” All three of them recited it in such perfect unison it reminded Luz of an old horror movie. She wondered if it was a case of them practicing, or they just genuinely heard it often enough.

“...wait… your parents are ghost researchers… but you’re a ghost? How does that…?” “Lab accident,” Danny shrugged like it was the most casual thing in the universe, “They actually made a portal to another world, but it didn’t work right away. When I checked it out later, it turned on while I was inside and ZAP! Next thing I know, I’m stumbling out, phasing through my best friends’ hands when they tried to catch me, and there’s a swirling green portal behind me!” It was now Luz’s turn to stare, her eyes the size of their dinner plates and jaw hanging wide open. “Your parents… made a doorway… to another world?” “Yup,” he nodded, “It’s called the Ghost Zone, Ford classifies it as an “Underworld” and apparently, it has more doors leading in and out of it than most other ones he’s come across.” “Really?” “Yeah, but they open and close at random, so unless you build one yourself, it’s next to impossible to know where one’ll be. And apparently it’s one of the places people actually go when they die, but it isn’t the only one.” Something slammed on the breaks in Luz’s brain, the wheels screeched loudly and crashed into a concrete wall. “Wait hold on! Did you… did you just say… it’s one of the places… implying there’s more than… oh man… are you saying there’s more than one afterlife?” “That’s what we’ve found so far, yeah, but Ford’s only done a little bit of research into it so we don’t know a whole lot yet. Let alone how someone ends up in one place over another after they die.” Luz could feel her head spinning, overwhelmed by such reality changing information in what had to be, at most, a minute and a half of conversation. “...is that a big deal here?” Hunter’s voice pulled her out of her head and back to reality. By all things good, sane and reasonable… he had no idea how loaded his question was.

“Hunter… humans have been fighting and debating over what happens to us when we die since before recorded history… it’s… saying it’s a huge thing doesn’t even come close to how big it is. The idea of there being more than one afterlife is earth shattering! Entirely new  religions could spring up from this fact alone! Wars could-”

“What do you mean spring up? What, do you have multiple belief systems or something?”

She was a little annoyed that her tangent about potential conflict had been cut short, but her brain was still spinning inside her skull. She decided to focus on the conversation in front of her and remain grounded, rather than try to go further down the rabbit hole. She took a long, deep inhale through her nose, folded her hands together and exhaled her answer.

“Yes, actually.”

At this, his eyes visibly grew bigger. In an instant she realized that such an idea had never occurred to him before.

“Wait… what? But… don’t you know what made you? Who made you?”

“Not… exactly? Some religions believe a god or multiple gods made us, but scientifically speaking, we probably evolved from some basic life form over the course of millions and millions of years… it’s… it’s not like it is with the Titan.”

There was an uncomfortable silence hanging in the air between the two of them.

“…but… Danny-that’s your name right?”

The boy in question nodded.

“Danny said the others have met gods, so those beliefs have to be right.”

“That’s where it gets complicated.”

Their conversation was interrupted by a familiar redhead.

“Theodora!” Luz exclaimed, happy to see the pink girl again.

“Hey guys, glad to see you made it here safely,” she tossed her hair with a small giggle, “Sorry but I just couldn’t help overhearing what you were talking about.”

“Sure you couldn’t,” Danny frowned, “Just like you don't intend to brag about all the places and things you’ve seen.”

“Oh Danny, you hurt me! Honestly, Strickler told me their tour was interrupted because of you boys-he’s looking for you by the way, Jake- and asked if I could finish showing them around! I was just coming to get them when I caught what you were talking about. And as a globe trotting heroine, I think I can offer some uniq-“

“Oh for the love of cheese just get to the point already!” Randy exclaimed as he threw his arms out over the table.

“Hmph! Fine. Long story short, I’ve come across all sorts of creatures from different parts of the world, from very different religions and whose stories have something to do with that area’s beliefs. You know the story of Medusa right?”

“Well, yeah,” Luz nodded.

“I don’t,” Hunter looked frustrated at the question.

“Okay, well, she was once this beautiful woman who was a priestess in the temple of Athena, the virgin goddess of war and battle strategy. As one of her priestesses, Medusa was expected to stay a virgin as well, but being Ancient Greece, one of the gods couldn’t-“

“Don’t finish that sentence!” Luz yelled, covering King’s ears.

“Hey!” the tiny demon flailed, “I wanna hear the story!”

“Trust me buddy, you don’t wanna hear this!”

Hunter went noticeably pale as he slowly began to realize what was about to happen in the story.

“Ahem… anyway,” Teodora sat down to continue, “She was… “attacked” by Poseidon, god of the sea, and because of the fucked up way the ancient Greeks viewed stuff like this, Medusa was the one blamed for the assault. As punishment, Athena cursed her, turning her into a horrifying monster with snakes for hair, and if you gazed upon her, you would turn to stone.”

“…and what does this have to do with our conversation exactly?” Luz questioned, holding a squirming King in her lap.

“Don’t you remember what I said when we were at your house? My friends and I met her.”

“…what?!”

“Well, okay, it was her ghost but still. Point is, us running into her proves at least two Greek gods exist, or used to anyway. Where it gets interesting is why we were in Greece in the first place.”

“Which is…!”

“We were on a trip around the world to stop Quetzalcoatl.”

Her arms suddenly went slack and King squirmed free, before glancing back at her in concern.

“…Luz?”

“I… I’m sorry… did… did you just say… Quetzalcoatl?”

“Yup!”

“…the Aztec god… that Quetzalcoatl?”

“The one and only!”

“…I… should I be worried about the lack of human sacrifices or-“

Hunter and King both leaned back in unsettled confusion.

“Nah, things are cool with him now, don’t worry, but it does prove that multiple gods from more than one religion do exist. Oh! And we also met Fenrir, ya know, the giant wolf chained up under Yggdrasil, AKA the World Tree? So you can throw the Norse gods in there too for good measure!” “...that’s three pantheons of gods… how does that even work?” “Well, best we can figure is each pantheon has a limited area of reach, and not every god that we have stories about actually exists. For example, the earth isn’t trying to eat us all so Cipactli probably isn’t real.” “...what’s a Cipat- Cipact- Ci- whatever you just said, what is it?” Hunter asked in noticeable frustration. “In the Aztec creation myth, Cipactli was a primordial monster that the earliest gods had to kill, otherwise it would eat anything they created. They then turned its body into the land but since it kept trying to come back to life, the gods made blood sacrifices to keep it from destroying their creations. It’s something the Aztec people later did as well… including cutting out people’s hearts.” “...human… I have a feeling she’s lying but you-” “She isn’t,” Luz squeaked, “I… I’m not an expert on all the details of the Aztec people but… yeah that’s all pretty much right.”

“…oh Titan I think I’m going to be sick.”

King laughed a little, but it sounded half-hearted. After a moment, Hunter piped back up.

“Wait… if you have multiple belief systems-“

“Religions,” Teodora corrected.

“Whatever-if you have more than one, then why aren’t there fights about them? About which one is correct or-“

“There are and have been. Even full on wars have been fought over it.”

Hunter looked like someone had smacked him in the face.

“…how do you humans survive?”

“Sheer numbers and being very hard to kill in general,” Jake shrugged, “Either way, no one really knows the answers to any of those questions so we just do what we can to survive and enjoy it.” “...that’s one way of phrasing it,” Luz groaned, supporting her head in her hands. “Hey, all I know is that yokai like tengu are real and I’m leaving it at that,” Randy put his hands up, “My suit is made from the feathers of one.” “Tengu?” Hunter questioned. “One second, I know this one,” Luz put a finger to her forehead, digging through what she remembered of her favorite series, “Tengu, tengu… a Japanese demon, or yokai,  associated with birds of prey like crows, they’re also associated with mountain tops and the wind. Theatrical masks depict them as having long noses, um…” “...how do you know that?” Randy asked in surprise. “...I…uh… like anime… and it isn’t always accurate… so I did my own research.”

“Damn… you’re good at it then.”

“You think so?” “Yeah, you got it pretty much right, though uh, the tengu connected to the suit seems to be the only one of its kind, we haven’t found any others like it.”

“Anyway!” Teodora was examining her nails as she interrupted, “We should probably get going if we’re gonna finish that tour. You boys wanna join?”

“Sorry, I got English tutoring in a bit,” Danny groaned, “I hate English.”

“I still gotta talk to Strickler and I’m supposed to be on playground duty so I’ll have to jump to that right after, sorry dude,” Jake shrugged.

“Ninja practice,” Randy rounded it out.

Teodora groaned, “Fine, I’ll show them around, on my own. C’mon guys.”

She hopped up from her seat and gestured for them to follow. They hesitated for a second before hurrying after her. “So, how are you guys liking the place so far?” Teodora questioned, boots clicking on the floor. It was the same question they had been asked in the doctor’s office. “It’s… definitely something,” Luz stated, “I kinda love it, dragons and all that, but it’s kinda crazy.” “Oh yeah, I heard about the goblin attack. How’s your leg?” “Well it doesn’t hurt anymore, Dr. Lake did a great job.”

“She gave us candy!” King chimed in excitedly.

Teodora chuckled warmly, “Yeah, she may be a doctor, but she’s a total mom first. Woman’s an angel on Earth, I tell ya.” Luz smiled at this. “Is she the only member of medical staff here or are there others?” “Well… kinda,” she did the so-so gesture with her hand, “There’s at least one other guy here, but he’s not an actual doctor.” Luz’s mind instantly went to an anime she liked, one of the characters was a back alley doctor who did several illegal medical procedures for a pharmaceutical company as well as the mob… oh and how he was in love with a Dullahan who rode a motorcycle! “...Teo… is there an unlicensed doctor working here?”

“Psh! What? No, nothing like that! One of the guys just has healing powers is all! Not a perfect cure all for every medical thingy out there, but it’s good to have it on hand if there’s ever an emergency.” “...there’s someone here who can use healing magic?” Hunter asked, seemingly intrigued. “Yep, he’s a total sweetheart too, but he can only heal injuries and that’s it. Things like infections and viruses are completely outside his ability to do anything about. That’s usually why we go to Dr. Lake first before asking him for help. Like, if someone has a blood clot or something, his powers would risk making it worse.” Luz’s eyes widened, she had never considered that. When you hear “healing abilities” you think of cuts and broken bones, not nuanced medical issues. “What’s a blood clot?” They both stopped and stared at Hunter, she mentally noted this was starting to become a pattern. “...you seriously don’t know?” Luz asked, looking mildly concerned. “No… why, should I?” “...I guess it makes sense you don’t know, the Boiling Isles didn’t exactly have the right tech to start understanding clots or how they’d work. I think I remember my mom saying something about doctors only starting to get an understanding of them in the 1920’s-” “And she’d be right,” Teodora had pulled out her phone and was quickly scrolling through what was probably a medical history article, “But to grossly over simplify for you Blondie, blood clots are how our bodies stop bleeding, close wounds and basically start the healing process.” “Doesn’t that take a long time though? Why not just use healing mag-” He stopped himself when he remembered where he was. His cheeks and ears went bright red for the second time that day. “Uh, nevermind.” “Okay, now there’s something I gotta ask!” King raised his arms up high, “How the heck do you guys deal with boo boos here? If you don’t have healing magic, how do you make them go away?” “...we just put bandages on them and wait,” Teodora answered. “...but band aids come from the Healing Coven, don’t they?” “Not ones in the human realm buddy,” Luz scooped him up, “They just go over the boo boo and our bodies heal on their own with time. The band aids are meant to stop the bleeding and keep it clean so it doesn’t get infected, which would be even worse.” She noticed Hunter lightly touch the scar on his cheek.

“Okay, so, enough medical stuff, we’re here on a tour aren’t we?” Teodora announced, “C’mon, I’ll show you to the playground, I bet this little cutie would just love it!” She booped King on his little skull nose, making him giggle. “That actually sounds like a great idea,” Luz smiled, “Are there a lot of other little kids here?” “There’s some, most of them are here with an older sibling but there’s a few exceptions.” She looked at King… yeah… yeah, that tracked.

“Just be nice to the other kids when you play with them,” she told him as Teodora led them through the mansion and to the backdoor. Luz didn’t know what to expect when they walked out, but it certainly wasn’t this. The backyard was truly massive, and like the front of the mansion was surrounded by the towering wall fence. However, it was not nearly as impressive as what was in the center, like some prominent gem in a crown. The entire playground was new, in a way she had never seen before. She had seen new equipment be added to parks and playgrounds at the schools she attended, but she had never seen one where absolutely everything was new. There were no signs of rust, age, wear or tear, the paint was still strong, saturated and vibrant, nothing sagged, it had barely been touched. It had everything you’d expect from a playground, swings, a slide, a seesaw, monkey bars, and a single large structure in the middle that was perfect for games of tag or hide and seek. There were fewer than twenty little kids running around, ranging from early elementary school to middle schooler age. A good number of older students meandered around, keeping an eye on the children. She could feel King get excited as he tried to squirm from her grasp. “Yes… YES! This will make for an excellent kingdom to rule over!” “Later King, we still need to get the layout of the rest of the school first,” she cooed, “We can play tomorrow though!” “Hmph!” he crossed his tiny arms in a pout and squinted his eyes, which allowed him to notice something between the gaps in the playground equipment, “Hey, what’s that? Behind the playground.” He pointed a claw in the general direction of whatever it was that he saw. “Oh, that, c’mon, over here,” Teodora said, walking a few dozen paces to the right. From this new angle, they could see something… unexpected. A hole. There was a massive, crumbling hole in the back of the wall fence, debris and rubble was scattered on the ground from whatever had caused it. “...you… are aware that’s a massive security breach… right?” Hunter asked slowly, physically feeling his brain struggle to process what he was seeing, “Not to mention a general safety hazard.” “Well, yeah, technically, but nobody’s stupid enough to try and attack us. Besides, it makes it so much easier to get in and out of the forest this way. As for the safety thing, we just avoid the rubble, there’s a clear enough path in the middle.” “Is it that big a deal or something? The forest I mean,” Luz asked. She kind of liked the hole, having such easy access to the forest reminded her of the Owl House and eased some inner part of her that she couldn’t name. “Well the school may be weird, but the forest has all sorts of crazy stuff! Oh, and right past the wall, there’s a downward incline, and at the base, there’s a small clearing, so you don’t hit the treeline right away. We use that spot for target practice, projectile attacks, weapons, and our more… dangerous stuff. There’s more room there than the sparring ring, so it’s less dangerous for potential bystanders.” “Dangerous?” King questioned, suddenly very interested, “How dangerous?” “Well, if you got lucky, the worst you’d deal with from some of those attacks is broken bones, tinnitus, lost limbs, disembowelment, just to name a few.” “And that’s more than enough details for us to hear!” Luz interrupted, “Sorry to keep circling back to this, but you said that stuff in the forest was crazy, right? What kind of crazy?” “Ah right, sorry, got sidetracked. Well there’s a colony of gnomes, fairies, size-changing crystals, the “Jurassic Sap Hole” as Stan puts it, manotaurs-” “You mean minotaurs?” “Nope! There’s also an enchanted meadow you can summon that has unicorns-” “UNICORNS?!” She grabbed Teodora by the lapels and pulled her in way too close. “THERE ARE UNICORNS OUT THERE?!” “...okay one, chill, two, back up, and three, yes. Yes there are.” The squeal that followed was almost high-pitched enough to shatter glass. “Don’t get your hopes up though,” Teodora tacked on, “The unicorns that live around here are grade A jerks!” “JUST KNOWING THAT THEY’RE REAL IS ENOUGH!” Luz had seemingly lost all control of her volume and was even bouncing on her toes and flapping her hands. “...you’re really into this kind of stuff, aren’t you?” “Well uh, yeah! Sorry, is that weird, I-” “No no, it’s just… Most new arrivals don’t get this excited about all this stuff. They’re usually too overwhelmed by everything.” “Oh uh… well… I kinda always wanted something like this to be real, and after what happened on the Boiling Isles… I didn’t know if I’d get any of it back at all, let alone… all this!” She turned and gestured to the school. “...ya know what? Fair enough,” Teodora had a sauve smile, “You’re definitely more lively than most of our new arrivals, especially for one who was attacked by goblins not even three hours ago, but I like it! We always need a little more weird around here.” Something in Luz’s chest fluttered like a small bird. “That’s… really close to something my mentor told me once,” she rubbed her arm awkwardly, “She said… “We weirdos need to stick together” and… it resonated with me, ya know?” “Oh man, I like her already! And I’m pretty sure everyone else here would agree with her on that too!” Luz smiled and she felt King hug her. “Anyway, there’s still more to see, c’mon!” Teodora next led them to a heavily reinforced room, simply called “The Rage Room.” It had been made as a place for the students to vent their frustrations and trauma in a destructively cathartic way that was safe for all involved. She explained that sometimes the best way to deal with internal strife was to get violent, and rather than get into an actual fight, destroying a bunch of the robots that did the chores around the mansion was the best alternative the staff could come up with. The room was heavily padded, white cushions covered every inch of the floor, walls and even the ceiling! Two panels were left unprotected, one was in the upper right corner, the robots would apparently fly in through. The other held a large window for supportive loved ones to watch through, and to wait out the storm. She also explained that when someone’s trauma was triggered and those around were able to recognize it in time, it was common curetsy for them to guide the person to the room as quickly and as safely as possible… And then she showed them the construction grade noise canceling headphones. Apparently, screaming was common during some of these sessions and despite the room being heavily padded, it wasn’t enough to muffle the screams of some particularly powerful and/or heavily  traumatized students. Luz had originally thought they had been overkill, until Teodora mentioned one of the students was able to scream so loud it cracked stone… It was also that same student had punched the hole in the wall fence… However, the part that disturbed her the most was the fact he had apparently been holding back on that particular incident. Luz was curious but also very scared of this individual. The next room they were shown was the communal TV room, where a single, massive, wall mounted screen kept company with a couch, a love seat, a coffee table and more pillows, blankets and bean bags than they could keep track of. Apparently, the students had regular movie nights, which regularly turned into sleepovers as they fell asleep huddled together and covered in snacks. It was currently occupied by two little girls playing video games, one in a pink dress with a yellow flower on it, shiny black shoes that matched her headband, and with blonde hair that curled up into a horn-like shape. The other had purple hair in a bob style that curled to frame the edges of her face, eyelashes so thick none of them could see her eyes, she wore a dull blue t-shirt with an 8-bit video game character, a pleated gray skirt, dark gray leggings and boots. This duo of Mandy and Gaz, as Teodora so helpfully named them, shot surprisingly terrifying glares at the intruders, as if warning them to leave. They wisely chose to comply. The room after that was locked up tight, because apparently, new students needed to prove they were responsible enough to be let into the Armory. King scratching at the door at the promise of weapons for his “new army” made Luz agree that rule was probably a good idea.

The next room Teodora wanted to show them was one she was clearly excited about, even running ahead a few times. This room was high up, requiring them to go to the top floor and into a hallway that was otherwise unimpressive. The only thing of note was a small door in the ceiling, the kind that led up to an attic. The pink girl astral projected herself up to the ceiling to open it and pulled down a ladder before swiftly returning to her body.

“This way~” she sang before climbing up quickly. The trio looked at each other before following her lead, Luz being curious, King excited and Hunter skeptical. What should have been a dusty old room full of boxes and forgotten possessions was instead incredibly clean… and held perhaps the coziest structure Luz had ever seen. It was a massive blanket fort.

There was no other way to put it, what stood before them was simply the biggest blanket fort any of them had ever seen, with the room being lit by fairy lights that hung from the walls. The fort took up a massive amount of space, the main body of it vaguely reminded Luz of a circus tent, with the whole structure seemingly supported by something within, and had seemingly grown outwards from there. “This is our personal project. Everyone loves this thing and sleepovers are pretty common in there,” Teodora explained. “It’s… huge!” Luz exclaimed, spreading her arms wide, “How did you-” “Some trial and error, iron willed stubbornness to make it work, and just finding the whole thing fun!” “Can we sleep in it?” “Probably not tonight, there’s still a little more for you guys to see, not to mention showing you your actual rooms.” Luz had honestly forgotten about them having dorm rooms. In her paperwork, she had confirmed she didn’t mind the idea of having a roommate, but now she wondered if she’d actually get one, if there was one even available, and what they’d be like. King would obviously be rooming with her, she wouldn’t bunk somewhere and leave him alone for anything in the world at this point! She also worried about Hunter, he had made his desires of a single room painfully clear, saying he had to focus on finding a way home over chatting with an unwanted bunkmate. He sometimes added that he was the Emperor’s right hand man and therefore was used to sleeping alone, even going so far as to sleep on the couch back in Connecticut when King and Vee had been more than happy to share her room.

“Now c’mon, there’s a few more rooms left for you to see.” Teodora’s voice pulled her back to reality and as much as she wanted to crawl into the blanket fort, she made herself follow. Exploring it could wait until she had a full lay of the land as it were. She led them to a door on the first floor and opened it, smiling brightly as she said, “This here’s the library.” The smell of old books filled the air and Luz smiled brightly. The library was on the large side, not as big as the one back in Bonesborough, not by a long shot, but it easily dwarfed the ones in her old schools. The room radiated with warmth, helped in no small part due to a fireplace with a stone hearth with a small fire flickering away. Bookcases filled the room, all carefully organized and sorted, with signs making it clear what each section was. There were the typical “Fiction,” “History,” and “Manga” genres, but the inclusion of “Magical Studies” and “Supernatural Phenomena” were far more eye-catching. It was all so cozy one could easily doze off and she loved it!

“...this is… quaint,” Hunter frowned, “Not nearly as impressive as the library back at the castle but-” “Sh, let me have this moment,” she shushed, “This is better than most human schools ever get.” “Ugh, books,” King groaned, “Boring. Nice place for a nap though.” “You say that as if we didn’t write a bestseller together,” she smirked down at him. “Writing is one thing, actually reading is another.” “Buenas noches!”

A Mexican woman stepped out from behind one of the bookcases and she was a vision of beauty! She wore a light green blouse and pink skirt with frills at the end with bright red high heel shoes that matched her lipstick perfectly. Long dark curly hair cascaded down her back like shining obsidian and her brown eyes sparkled like diamonds! Freckles danced across her rosy cheeks and gold hoop earrings complimented her face. Luz wondered for a second if she might be some sort of nature goddess in human form, she was just that beautiful. She instead settled on the idea she was just the kind of person who was naturally that stunning… and more than likely a favorite teacher to elementary school students, she just had a feeling about that one. “Buenas noches Maria,” Teodora smiled, “Don’t have a lot of time to talk tonight, I got wrapped into showing the new kids around and we still have a few more places to go before we’re done.” “Oh, that’s a shame,” the woman, Maria, said with a hint of disappointment, before looking at them with a smile as warm as freshly baked cookies, “Good evening children! My name is Maria Rivera, I’m the head librarian here at the school, but please, just call me Maria. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Luz fumbled with her words for a brief second before physically shaking her head to get it screwed back on right before saying, “Buenas noches! I’m Luz Noceda, i-it’s very nice to meet you ma’am!” Her laughter was bright, like the jingle of bells. “No need to be so formal, cariño. I know the school is a lot to process, but you can relax here. It’s very calm and grounded here, it’s an important part of settling in after all.” She would have chuckled nervously if King hadn’t decided to climb up onto her shoulder to introduce himself. “I’m King Clawthorne! Question: Is it alright if I take naps in here?” Maria chuckled at the forwardness of the question. “Only if you don’t snore too loudly.” “Yes! Perfect napping spot acquired!” Hunter rolled his eyes at the display before calmly approaching. This woman was the furthest thing from a threat that there could possibly be. Plus, he respected librarians, and he had no doubt he’d spend a lot of time here, reading whatever material he could get on the matter of returning to the Boiling Isles. Might as well ingratiate himself to her while he had the chance. “Good evening ma’am, my name is Hunter,” he held out his hand politely, “Golden Guard and right hand to Emperor Belos, it’s very nice to meet you.” “It’s very nice to meet you too,” she smiled at him and shook his hand. She opened her mouth to say something else, but was interrupted by a very boisterous and theatrical voice. “Maria, my good woman, have you seen my copy of a Brief Reconfigulation of Troll Lore, I swear I had it here just a moment ag-”

The trio froze when they saw the owner of the voice emerge from behind the bookcases. It belonged to a creature that was in no way, shape, or form, human. It was big, very big, roughly seven feet tall, with light blue skin, long ears, dark blue sideburns but no hair on the top of its head, instead having a pair of horns, and a flat orange nose that went up and down the center of its face. This did nothing to distract from the fact this thing had six eyes, all of which were a matching soft red-brown color with yellow sycra! It also had a slight underbite, causing its lower canines to stick out of its mouth. It had four stubby arms, equally stubby legs, old brown suspenders with a pack on each hip, and its body seemed to be covered in strange carvings. It was almost cartoonish looking but at the same time intimidating.

There was just a brief second of surprised silence from the creature before it smiled, opened that massive mouth and spoke. “Ah, hello! You must be our newest students! Welcome! I am Blinky, and I will be your Magical History teacher!” “...you’re a teacher?” Luz managed to squeak out. “Indeed! And what might your names be?” They were too stunned to answer, this Blinky creature had caught them so off guard that while trying to process what they were seeing, they briefly forgot their names. Their guide seemed to be snickering at their stunned reactions. Maria, quickly catching on to what was wrong, answered for them. “Blinky, this is Luz, King and Hunter,” she gestured to each one as she spoke their name, “Teodora here was just showing them around the school!” “Ah, excellent! Exploring the halls of academia! We always need more eager young minds! Never enough of them I say!” King, the first to snap out of his shock, pointed a claw and demanded, “Okay, what in the hecking name of the Titan are you!?”

A human might have found this question exceedingly rude, and taken offense, but Blinky, being anything but human, merely laughed jovially! “Oh I like you! As for what I am, I, my good creature, am a troll!”

“Wait… a troll?! As in the kind of fairy tales and stuff?” Luz asked, her brain finally catching up to the situation.

“To an extent, though, some of your human stories aren’t always accurate. Pleasure to meet you all!” “It’s nice to meet you too Mr Blinky sir!” she reached out and eagerly shook three of his hands before gasping, “Is your skin stone!?” “Indeed it is! All trolls of my kind have skin as such, though some other variations have flesh just a little less squishy than your own! Much like… oh what do you call them again? Calluses?”

“Whoa…! Wait, going back to what you said before… you’re going to be teaching us about magical history?” “Indeed, there are many major events that have taken place around the world that were kept hidden from as much of the world as possible, including the very fact that we exist at all! Not out of malice mind you, but for our own safety, and for humanity’s as well.” The way he spoke held an incredible weight that Luz couldn’t properly describe, but it was clear that whatever reason these creatures had to go into hiding was a good one. “...I’m assuming this is all stuff you’re gonna go over in class?” “Why yes, of course! Do not worry now, I’ll be more than happy to get you caught up with your new classmates!”

“Yes, even more jabber from him! My brother does love to hear himself talk.” A new voice joined the conversation, and another troll lumbered out from behind another bookshelf. He was shockingly similar to Blinky, being green instead of blue, with hair on his scalp, including a single shock that was snow white. However, the major point of notice was his six eyes were milky and unseeing. He was reaching his arms out to find his way, his head turning left and right. “Been that way ever since we were whelps, you could not ever get him to stop! Even Mother struggled to reign in that tongue of his!” “Ha! You’re one to talk, Dictacious!” Blinky growled, “You were worse than I could ever hope to be. And watch your tongue in front of my new students! Why if I were not so kind, you’d be exiled, out on your own a long time ago, don’t think I’ve forgiven you for your treasonous ways!” “Oh, you wouldn’t! We are family!” “Try me!”

The light blue troll threw himself at his mint-colored counterpart, knocking him flat on his back and began to wildly smack at him. Dictacious desperately tried to hold him back with his lower pair of arms, and fight back with the upper set. However, as it was clear neither of them were warriors, any attempts of hand to hand combat were reduced to the most basic attack possible! It was a nerd troll slap fight, and it was a hilarious sight to witness. “Oooooo~ the girls are fighting!” Teodora exclaimed in giggling delight as she took pictures, “New reaction images abound~!” “I thought this was a library,” Hunter stated as they rolled into a bookcase, “Are they supposed to make this much noise in here?” “Oh Dios mío,” Maria sighed, “No, but with trolls it’s hard for them to do anything quietly. You children should continue with your tour, I’ll break these two up.” “Aye aye Mama Rivera!” Teodora saluted before taking a few more pictures, grabbing the others and leaving, slamming the door behind them. “...are those going to be okay?” Luz questioned. “Yeah, they just have some bad blood between them. I never got the full story but their fights are always fun to watch!” To get to the next room, she led them to a massive bookshelf in the hallway, and she chose to make a point of how big and heavy it looked… Before swinging it open like a door on a well greased hinge, revealing an antiquated elevator behind.

“The last few places for you to see are down below,” she smirked, and Luz felt herself getting excited again!

Once they were all inside, Teodora pulled on the lever and they went down, down past the ground level, past where a normal basement should be, and kept going. As they continued downward, they noticed there was a small panel with about half a dozen buttons on it, going up and down in a single line. The bottom button stood out, due to the large number of notes stuck around it, all shouting warnings of “Do not press!” “Under construction!” “Incomplete!” “You will probably die if you press this button!” They finally stopped at an odd room, it was poorly lit, coming in shades of black, gray-purple and largely lit by computer monitors. The only brightly lit spot in the room was a large work table, but it was far too similar to a surgical table one might see in a hospital for Luz to find it comfortable. “First, we have the lab of our very own mad scientist, Jack Spicer-” Teodora began, only to be loudly interrupted. “That’s “evil boy genius” to you missy!” The red-haired boy from the sparring matches leaned out from behind a large console, looking miffed at the description of himself. In one hand he held the head of one of the school’s robots, in the other was a blow torch that was still very brightly lit and Luz tried not to look directly at it. “Oh c’mon Jacky, “boy genius” isn’t quite as grandiose as “mad scientist” now is it? Plus, I’m pretty sure your eighteenth birthday is due soon, if not already passed.” “What do you want, Teodora?” the boy, Jack, sounded like he was extending his patience already, “I have a lot of work to do and don’t have time for your dumbass games!”

“I’m just showing the new kids around is all,” she said in a teasing voice that was knowingly faking innocence.

“Yeah right,” he finally turned off the blow torch before turning to the newcomers, “Did she tell you I made the robots who do all the crappy chores around here?” “...no,” King admitted bluntly before Luz could even think to stop him. “Well I do, they’re mine, my own design and everything. If you break them, I’ll send a bunch of them after you and disable the killswitch.” “...what about the ones in the rage room?” Luz questioned, brow slowly raising. “Those are bought and paid for by the school. Once they pay me, it’s out of my hands. If they get smashed, they get smashed. Just means I have to build more so I keep making a profit.”

“...I guess that makes sense,” she said, “So… you’re really a mad-I mean-evil boy genius?” “You got it! Remember this face kid, because one day, IT’LL BE RULING THE WORLD!” Jack then cut loose with a shriek-y, high-pitched laugh, that made it very hard to take him seriously. “HA! You think that’s impressive?!” King pointed at the young genius before raising his arms over his head, “I’ll have you know that one day I, King Clawthorne, will be the king of all demons! I will be a great and powerful despot, my enemies will cower before me and my armies shall ravage the land in a wave of fire and brimstone! You can have this world though, it doesn’t have any demons.” “Oh, is that a fact, Fluffy?” Jack slammed his hands down on the table and leaned over the tiny demon in what should have been an intimidating manner. “Yeah!” “Oh yeah?!” “Yeah!” They glared at each other, leaning in dangerously close and squinting as they got closer until Jack broke the silence.

“...I think I like you.” “I think I like you too! Wanna be friends?” “Oh absolutely!” The two shook hands, leaving the teenage onlookers very confused. “...what just happened?” Luz asked after a moment. “Nonsense in its purest form,” Teodora sighed and placed a hand to her forehead. “Shouldn’t we be worried about him proclaiming he’s going to take over the world?” “Nope. He is exceptionally bad at it, he can come up with schemes or whatever but they always fail in the end. So we kind of just let him do his thing and then karma stops him for us. Despite that, Jack’s one of our super geniuses around here, when it comes to fixing things like cars, TV’s, consoles and computers, he’s the one we go to. However, he doesn’t do anything for free. You need to pay a price.” “And what price is that?” Hunter asked, his hand instinctively shielding his palisman. “Favors usually, get him some supplies he needs, some positive reinforcement if he’s down, maybe help him bribe someone… or just give him a few pudding cups, that always works.” “Hey I like pudding,” Jack meekly defended.

“We know Jackie, we know. Anyway, we have to get going, we have two more sub-levels before the tour’s over.” “Then can we finally retire to our quarters?” Hunter sounded a bit grumpy. “Yes Blondie, I’ll take you to your rooms once we’re done, don’t worry.” “C’mon King,” Luz sighed as she scooped the demon up, “Oh, and Jack? My name’s Luz, it’s nice to meet you.” She held out her hand to shake. He looked surprised for a second before smirking in a malicious way and shaking her hand. “Likewise.” She had a feeling he was going to be chaotically fun! They returned to the elevator and went down to the next level. This room looked like it came from another planet! There were strange computers and consoles in various shades of blue, with strange lights that seemed to be more decorative and aesthetic in nature than having any function. The monitors for the machines seemed to be panes of glass with unfamiliar programs on them, and odd, angular symbols floated in the air. The room resonated with loud rave music, making Hunter cover his ears as a strange orb that seemed to be omitting the music flashed in different colors as it floated past. At the main console was a latino boy, with curly brown hair that stopped at his shoulders, and he seemed to be dancing to the music as he worked. He wore a bluet-shirt with a soundwave on it, black sweatpants and white sneakers, a surprisingly mundane outfit compared to what they had seen so far.

Teodora was smiling as she tapped the multi-color ball, suddenly stopping the music and surprising the boy enough to make him notice them.

“Hey!”

“Hey to you too Krel,” she smirked, “I just needed your attention since we have some new kids that I’m showing around.”

“Aye aye aye, you had to mess with my music to do that?” he had a lovely hispanic accent, in Luz’s opinion anyway, “A simple hello would do!”

“You’d be too caught up in your music to hear me. It’s happened before and you know it,” she poked him in the chest for emphasis. “Ugh, can we just make this quick? I have a lot of work to do and three new songs to finish for my next DJ gig.” “Yeah yeah, relax, we’ll be out of your hair in a minute,” she then turned to the others, “Introducing his royal pain in the ass, Prince Krel Tarron.” “King-in-Waiting! King-in-Waiting! You know what I am! Get it right!” At this introduction, the trio has very different reactions “He’s royalty?!” Luz exclaimed.

Hunter fell to one knee in a genuflex, followed by saying, “Your majesty.” As for King, he scampered up onto Luz’s shoulder and excitedly exclaimed, “Yes! A fellow monarch! We can be tyrant buddies!”

Without missing a beat, Krel pointed a finger right in the tiny demon’s face.

“I do not know who you are or what you are but I will have you know that I am no tyrant! I had to save my people from a coup and my sister and I will never subject our people to the horrors General Morando made them suffer!”

“Chill your royal britches there buddy,” Teodora stepped forward, spreading her arms to separate them, “He’s only a little kid, Krel, he’s just playing a game or… something.” “No I’m not!” King protested as Luz put a hand over his mouth. The King-in-Waiting raised a brow at this. “Look, we just got off on the wrong foot,” she said before pulling the young demon off her shoulder before extending her hand out, “Can we start over? My name’s Luz, this is King and… uh… that’s Hunter,” she looked down at the witch in question, who was still on one knee. Krel looked them over, silently, before allowing a small smile to grace his features and took her hand, “Krel Tarron. King-in-Waiting of Akiridion-5.” “Oh cool! ...I… have no idea what that is.” “It’s another planet.” Luz stared blankly for a second. Three seconds. Five seconds. Fifteen seconds. Repeating the process she had done back in the dining room, she folded her hands together, pointing her index and middle fingers up as she took in a very long, very deep breath through her nose. “You’ve been to other planets.” “Yes.” “...and you’re the… King-in-Waiting of one?” “That is correct.” “...you went to another planet… not another realm.” “HA! Earth is the other planet to me! Akiridion-5 is where I’m from!” “...so you’re an alien…” “Yes.” “...I’m storing that information away to process later… but at the same time-” “Oh no!” King covered his ears, it was the only warning they got before Luz squealed in delight, though this time she had the forethought to cover her mouth with her hands. “...well isn’t she exciting,” Krel groaned, wincing at the muffled, high-pitched noise.

“Huh, she’s gonna lose her voice if she keeps this up,” Teodora stated, hands over her ears.

The excited latina took another deep breath, and with her voice shaking said, “Okay… Okay I’m good… but I’m going to have a bunch of questions for you later!” “Just make sure they’re intelligent ones, please! I get a lot of really stupid ones when you humans find out I’m from another planet!” “I make no promises! Such as… wait… this school has more than one super genius?” “More than one…? Ha! If you mean that hack, Jack Spicer, he’s barely a genius at all! I could outsmart that gloober at anything any day of the week!” “Okay… but why do you guys need your own labs? Wouldn’t it make sense for you both to share one?” “Again, HA! Double HA! Never in a million years would I ever share a lab space with that bumbling buffoon! He’s a threat to himself and everyone around him!” “That and super geniuses don’t like sharing~” Teodora half-sang, “It makes them cranky and they argue over who’s turn it is to use the wrench!” “THAT IS NOT IT AND YOU KNOW IT!” Krel shouted as she shot him the most smug grin she could possibly manage. “Not to mention their stuff is totally incompatible. Ever seen what happens when alien tech from another planet is haphazardly slapped onto magitech because two super genius idiots can’t keep track of their own projects? It makes space fold over on itself, the school ends up in a pocket dimension, and the teachers need to fix it so we can return to regular reality… oh and they both end up in detention for three weeks.”

There was a long, heavy pause. “...did that actually happen or is that just a hypothetical?” Luz squeaked. “You understood all that?!” King exclaimed, “Those weren’t even words!” “Of course I understood it! I’m a nerd of all colors, including sci-fi!” “Huh… I knew there was a reason I liked you,” Teodora smiled, “But to answer your question, it came close to happening. Ford realized what was going on and shut it down but it was a close call.” “Once! It only happened once!” Krel protested. “Yeah yeah, whatever,” she waved her hand dismissively, “Anyway, we had to add on a second lab before the two of them accidentally got us all killed. Now, we have one last stop before I can take you to your rooms, so let’s move it people!” She grabbed Hunter by the back of his shirt and with a hard jerk, began to drag him along the floor. She pulled him towards the elevator door despite his yells of surprise and protest at the indignity of it all! Luz watched the sight for a moment before turning back to Krel and offering a meek wave. “It was nice meeting you!” She scampered off after the others, and caught a glimpse of the young royal waving back before the elevator doors closed. Their final destination was the second to last button on the elevator’s panel, and was even further underground than the two labs. It came to a stop with a cheery ping as to a room that was different from anything they’d seen in the entire school. Large consoles lined the walls, many of them with bright glowing screens that showed some form of data being analyzed and processed. Others showed strange locations that were unlike any they had ever seen before, slowing all of them to a stop and making them stare. Among them were strange futuristic cities, a cave of fire, rolling fields of saturated colors, a black realm of swirling green energy and floating islands, an endless wood with strange lights and a world made entirely of chalk drawings. “Whoa…” “Those are just some of the worlds we’ve found,” Teodora smiled at their reactions, “Which brings me to why we’re here.” She walked to a doorway that had another, much larger console, covered in buttons and levers. It was connected to a massive black screen, indicating that whatever machine they were connected to was clearly turned off. Nearby was a window, looking into a massive chamber, but they only had a second to glance inside before Teodora led them into the chamber itself, which was seemingly made from an underground cave. Rock and dirt made up most of the walls, ceiling and flooring, but it was the machines that caught their attention. A few more consoles lined the walls, wires stuck out of them, connecting from one to another, pipes crawled up the walls and disappeared into holes drilled into the stone ceiling.

In the center of the room, a pole stood out, a single, bright red button stood atop it. Beyond it was a series of steps, leading up to a strange, upside down metal triangle, with a large hole in the center, that was ringed by strange symbols and markings. The strange machine was horrifyingly massive, almost the height of a two story house, a cable was hanging from the top of it, and a familiar figure was strapped into it, using a soldering iron on some internal wiring. “Hey Ford! You guys missed dinner again!” Teodora called up, pulling the man away from what he was doing. “Oh, good evening Teo! Sorry I completely got lost in my work and I-” He looked down and spotted the trio. “Oh-Oh my! You three! You’re here! Lemme just-” he banged on the machine with his fist, “Fiddleford, get out here! Our new students are here!” A panel suddenly swung open, and a wild-looking man peered out, releasing an equally wild laugh. He was wearing an old brown pair of overalls, a cast that covered most of his left arm from the elbow down with only his fingers poking out, a large brown, and brimmed hat sat upon his head. He also had a long white beard, almost as long as he was tall! “Hoo-wee!” he exclaimed in a southern accent, “Nice ta meet’cha kiddos!”

“Children, this is my partner, Fiddleford McGucket, he owns this building! We couldn’t have the school without his cooperation!” McGucket climbed out of the hole in the machine, crawling across it like some sort of strange gecko, and revealing he also wore no shoes. He made his way over to Ford and grabbed onto the cable that supported him. They lowered themselves down to the floor and quickly walked over to the students. “Our deepest apologies, we got caught up with our work and completely lost track of time! How long have you been here fo-” “Hours. They’ve been here for hours,” Teodora interrupted, “They already had a run-in with goblins, they’ve had the usual tour, met some of the others, and all that’s left is to show them to their dorms.” “Ah, gracias, Teodora,” Ford stated awkwardly. “We also saw your brother,” Luz added, “At the sparring ring!” “Ah, so you’ve already met Stanley!” “Well, no, we didn’t talk to him, we were watching and didn’t get the chance to actually speak to him, but we did think he was you at first.” “You two look way too similar!” King snapped, pointing at him. “Heh, well, we are twins, it runs in the family,” Ford smiled with a shrug, “Anyway, it’s thanks to his efforts that I was able to return to this dimension after being gone for twenty years. So if you see his less… pleasant side, please, just remember that he does mean well.” “Less pleasant side? What do you mean by that?” Hunter asked, suspicion dripping off his voice like venom. “That’s sibling talk for annoying habits,” Luz smirked. “We should know!” King proclaimed as the two of them fist bumped. “That and uh… he does have a bit of a criminal record,” Ford scratched his cheek awkwardly. “Pft, c’mon man, what did he do?” Luz smirked, “Speeding tickets? Loitering? Maybe a drunken brawl or two?” Ford looked very uncomfortable, McGcuket and Teodora however cackled with wild laughter. “...I’m nowhere near right am I? My mentor set a uniquely high bar for me.” “T-Try regular tax fraud,” their guide choked on her laughter, “Counterfeiting, shoplifting, voter fraud, reckless driving, resisting arrest, escaping police custody, trespassing, stealing from government property-” “WAIT WHAT?!” “And that’s just some of the stuff he did last summer!”

“Oh he would definitely get along with Eda!” King’s tail became an excited, wagging blur. “So he’s a menace to society!?” Hunter exclaimed in disbelief, “How can you let a man like that near your students?! He should be locked away to be reformed!” “Now now children,” Ford put out his hands to calm them, “Yes my brother has a checkered past but these days he focuses his efforts on the school and our students. If there’s anyone I’d trust your safety with, it’s him. Now then,” he clapped his hands together, “Enough about that, I’m sure you’re wondering what this is.” He gestured to the large machine he and McGucket had been working on, and a sense of great importance seemed to radiate from it. “This is the portal. It’s an improved version of the original one that sent me away all those years ago. This model is made with newer tech, and a better understanding of how the worlds work! Twenty years makes so much difference, but with the information we’ve learned from your fellow students, we’ve made progress faster than I ever could have predicted!” “Wait… this… this is it… this is the thing that’s gonna get us back to the Boiling Isles?” Luz asked, pointing quietly at it. “Yes, it is. It's the culmination of a lifetime of work and research, and once we can locate your world, you’ll be able to use it to return.” “It… It does work… doesn’t it?” Hunter asked, his voice choking. “Yes, it does, it just needs time to power up first. Obviously we have to turn it off when making repairs or improvements, and those take time, but it does work.” “...where did you get the Titan’s blood to make it work?” “Titan’s blood? I don’t know what you’re referring to, young man, but we use toxic waste to power it.” “TOXIC WASTE?!” Luz exclaimed in disbelief, “Isn’t that dangerous?!” “Well the kind we need is largely inert. You’re alright so long as you don't have prolonged and unprotected exposure to it. It’s like taking an X-ray, a single exposure won’t hurt you, but doing it twenty times a day for forty years will definitely destroy your cells and give you cancer.” She stared in disbelief at his analogy. “Spending too much time with Rick Sanchez there Fordsy,” Theodora said with a disgusted look, “Could have left out that last bit.” “Ah yes, sorry, the company I kept during my time in other dimensions wasn’t anywhere close to what you would call normal.” “Apparently not.” “Either way, once we have our current modifications to the portal done, we’ll fire it up and start looking for the isles. However-” Of course, there was always a catch. “We need as much information the three of you can give us about the world as possible.” …okay that wasn’t nearly as bad as the trio had been expecting. “Didn’t you go there?” King piped up, “You should know what it’s like.” “I only saw a small part of a singular town,” he explained, “And that was years ago, things can change very fast in a very short amount of time. If we opened the portal to that world but it showed us a location none of you were familiar with, we might not realize it’s your world and we’d continue the search elsewhere.” All of their stomachs dropped at that implication. “That’s why we need as much information as you can offer, any tiny bit of extra information might be the key to helping us recognize it.” “I… what do you need to know?” Luz asked, only to muffle a yawn as soon as the words left her mouth. “Oh, nothin’ right now youngin’,” McGucket piped up, “We ain’t even got the thing up an’ runnin’ yet! And ya’ll still need ta see yer rooms! Ya can tell us what ya’ll know later! Fer now, why don’t cha all head on topside to get some rest? It’s been a long day for ya and yer probably dern near ready ta collapse!” Luz had to admit he was probably right. They had been up early that morning, rode a plane across the country, had the worst car ride of their lives, went on a tour, gotten attack by goblins, met dragons, ghosts, ninjas, saw a fight, had an amazing dinner, and were only just now finishing the aforementioned tour. She was probably going to fall asleep the moment she laid down and the adrenalin had the chance to leave her system. “Teo dear, could ya-” “I’m on it!” She grabbed the trio again and pushed them towards the door. “Let’s get you guys to your dorms and then some sleep huh?” “I don’t need sleep!” Hunter protested, “I need to learn about getting back home!” “Trust me buddy, it isn’t going anywhere, and tackling the problem with a clear mind will be a lot better than doing it when you’re half asleep!” “...Luz…” King tugged on her legging as they walked, “Is that thing really gonna get us home?” There was a twinge of painful hope in his tiny voice. “...of course it will,” she had tears stinging her eyes as she said that, and a lump forming in her throat. She hoped it would. Teodora took them up to the second floor and to the hallways with the dorm rooms. They could hear others talking and laughing beyond some of the doors, some early to bed early to risers maybe? “This is your room Hunter,” she gestured to a thick brown door, “A single, just like you asked.” “Thank you, Teodora,” he said stiffly but politely before entering, “Goodnight.” He closed the door with an audible click, soft enough to not be disturbing to others on the floor but loud enough that the three left in the hallway could hear some force in it. “Hmph, Mr. Personality right there,” she frowned. Luz’s room was in the other hallway. The door was the same as all the rest, but just standing there, staring at it… it felt heavier somehow, without her ever touching it. She took a deep, shaky breath, before reaching out and opening the door. It wasn’t quite as simple as she had been expecting it to be. To the left was a queen sized bed with pale blue sheets and a matching comforter, decorated with at least six pillows and drawers for clothes underneath. A small bookcase sat at the foot of the bed, waiting to be filled, and the wall beside it was also bare, ready to be decorated and personalized. Her bags were sitting next to the bed, as if they had been waiting for her this whole time. On the right hand side was a loft bed, with a small desk under it, books and clothes were scattered haphazardly around that half of the room. A short string of fairy lights hung around a small cork board that hung on the wall that the desk was pressed against, a small lamp stood on it, illuminating a small collection of books. They seemed to primarily be on coding, but there were also a few textbooks on advanced math Luz couldn’t quite recognize. “Oh, hey, you’re here.” From the top of the loft bed, a smiling face looked down at them before heading to the ladder and hurriedly climbing down. It was a girl, maybe a little younger than Luz but she couldn’t be sure due to her height. She had autumn red hair tied back into a ponytail, black framed glasses, was wearing a red and tan letterman jacket over a burgundy hoodie and blue jeans. “You must be my new roommate!” “Uh, yeah, I’m Luz Noceda, and this is King Clawthorne.” “Hiya!” the little demon waved. “Whoa, talking stuffed animal!” “I’m a demon!” he corrected. “Ah, demon, got it, sorry. I’m Tulip Olsen, nice to meet you both,” she smiled, holding her hand out, Luz was happy to shake it. “I’ll leave you guys to settle in and bond,” Teodora smiled as she headed for the door, “Get along guys!” She closed the door behind her and they were alone.

“So…” Tulip looked at them awkwardly. “Um… before we talk or anything, is it alright if I call my mom first? I promised her I would and it’s getting late back home, she’s probably worried by now.” “Oh yeah sure, go ahead.” “Thanks…” Luz opened up her bag and pulled out her phone. She quickly opened up her contacts on FaceTime and tapped the one for her mom. It rang only twice before it was answered. “Hello?”

“Ola Mamá!” “Luz! How are you mija? Are you alright? Are you settling in?” “Mom, Mom, I’m okay, really! I just got a bit caught up with some things and only just now got to my dorm room.” “Only now? Haven’t you been there for a while? Was your flight late? I checked online but everything left on time.” “No nothing like that Mom, we actually had a private jet pick us up, don’t ask me how that got arranged, I have no idea. As for why I’m so late, we had to get the grand tour of the school, find out where everything is, meet a few of the other students, had dinner… had a small run-in with some local pests but it was alright in the end!” “Local pests?”

“Don’t worry about it, I’m alright, we’re all alright. Oh! This is my roommate, Tulip!”

She turned her phone so the redhead could be seen on screen.

“Hello,” she greeted politely.

“Ola,” her mom said with a small wave, “It’s very nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too ma’am.”

“Anyways Mom,” she turned her phone back to show her, and let out a yawn, “I… I kinda wanted to apologize. For the whole fireworks and snakes thing back at school. I… was so caught up in my own head with how it would look that I didn’t realize how dangerous it was. I kinda got a wake up call when I got here and just… I wanted to tell you how sorry I am for that.”

“Luz… oh mija, you look so tired, do you need to go to bed?”

“Not yet, I still need to unpack my stuff. I probably will as soon as I’m done though.”

“Alright, you can tell me more in the morning love, I’ll… I’ll leave you to settle in.”

“Alright Mamá… I love you.”

“I love you too mija.”

It took a moment for her to work up the ability to hang up, but when she did, she began to feel choked up. King hugged her tightly as she did.

“Here.”

She hadn’t heard Tulip walking over towards her, but now she was standing by her bed and holding out a box of tissues.

“Gracias…” Luz took a handful and wiped her eyes.

“So… your mom knows the truth about this place?” the redhead asked softly but awkwardly.

“Y-Yeah… w-why wouldn’t she?”

“It’s just… well… Not all of the parents who send kids here do.”

“They… they don’t?”

“Nope, if they don’t know about the whole other worlds thing, or if they don’t believe it, Ford portrays the school as some specialized therapy school for kids with trauma or behavioral issues or something like that. My parents certainly don’t know.”

“Really…?”

“Yeah, they think I just ran away… which I kinda did, I just wanted to go to Computer Camp, ending up on the Train wasn’t part of the plan.”

“Train?”

“I’ll tell ya later, c’mon, I’ll help you unpack.”

“...thanks Tulip.”

For the next half hour, the two girls and the tiny demon put away most of Luz’s more vital belongings; decorative and personalized belongings could wait until tomorrow when she was more awake. King only a few minutes before the long day finally caught up to him and he fell asleep on one of the pillows. Luz sat down on the bed a few minutes after they finished, rubbing his back and humming Spanish lullabies to him. The exhaustion caught up to her all at once and before Tulip even realized it, both of her new roommates had fallen asleep within five minutes of each other.

[cayofdreams]

Establishing the Monocracy

~(Brat!Reader x Bakugou)~

Words: 3.4k

Rating: 🌊 18+, Smut

Warnings/Tags: cunnilingus, teasing, slight degradation

Notes: I was writing this req and just got inspired cuz Bakugou. Ended up being somewhat a preface to my Down with the Monocracy (which ofc is not a req reading to enjoy this)

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“Ohhh~! Yeah baby, right there!! So good!!”

The obnoxious moaning of the actress through your phone’s speakers made Bakugou quickly turn around from his desk to glare bullets into you. You were sitting on his bed, looking nonchalantly at the events transpiring on the screen. 

The two of you were supposed to go out later to hangout with friends so you stopped by his place to kill time. Two hours of time. A normal occurrence for you considering you liked to annoy your friend-and-rival whenever you could, and admittedly his surprisingly cozy room was comfortable to just laze around in.  Usually you’d read manga while he did whatever but Mina had sent you a rather vulgar clip with the caption ‘how i hope my night ends 😝😝!!’.

“Oi! What the fuck are you looking at in my room?! Turn that shit off!” More than the fact that you were boldly watching porn in his vicinity, he was more perplexed at how you were still playing the video after he called you out. “Why the fuck are you watching that?!”

“I just don’t get it.” Scratching your head, you continued to look quizzingly at the actress’ performance. “I mean, people actually find this stuff arousing?”

“Are you just gonna ignore my question?!”

“Oh my goodness, calm down. Mina sent me a video. She’s acting like its the hottest thing ever but it isn’t entertaining at all.” You rolled your eyes before concentrating once more on your phone’s screen. 

Finding it useless to ask if it was normal for friends to send porn to each other he instead questioned just what you were looking at to elicit such a response from you.  

“What? You used to some kind of extravagant sex or some shit?”

“No. Rather what’s happening here is extravagant. Literally no one does this in real life. It’s so unrealistic.”

A million questions ran through Bakugou’s head at this moment. Why were you watching porn in his room? What the fuck kind of porn is so bizarre that a deviant like you is confused? And Jesus were to trying to start something right now? Was he literally in a shitty porn introduction and didn’t know it? 

“Fuck~!! Hyahhh!! I’m gonna cummm~~!!!”

The sounds of the video continued to penetrate through Bakugou’s room. Mentally he was annoyed at the fact that he just wanted to get ahead on some paperwork before going out and your idiocy was preventing that, but physically the boner that was rising in his pants was only more and more intrigued. The woman he’d been undressing with his eyes for longest of times was now in his room, laying on his bed, watching porn.

“I mean seriously, only an idiot could think guys do this.”

“What the hell crazy shit are you looking at??”

“That thing that’s in like every porn. Where the guy is like licking her down there. Cunnilingus, if you will.”

Bakugou raised his eyebrow at you. “You mean eating pussy?”

“Oh my god…you’re so vulgar.” Rolling your eyes, you turned on your side, back faced towards Bakugou.

“You’re the fucking one in my room watching-“ As he glanced at your figure, he wondered just what the fuck you were getting at. Were you weirdly trying to seduce him? By playing porn and then pretending as if you were inexperienced in oral sex just for his sexual interest in you to pique? Were you trying to sexually outsmart him? Bakugou chuckled as he got up and walked towards you. “You think you’re so fucking sneaky, huh?”

You felt the increasing weight on the bed as Bakugou pressed his knee into the mattress to close his torso in on you. “What?” Quirking your eyebrow and turning towards him, you pondered his sudden shift in demeanor.

“Don’t fucking play dumb. I know what you’re doing.” Bakugou gripped his fingers around the collar of your shirt, forcing you to directly face him. “Since you pissed me off, I’m not doing shit with you even if you asked nicely.” He let go of you to walk back toward his desk, slumping himself in the chair. “Pretending like guys aren’t lining up to worship your pussy with their tongue just to get me to pity you. Pathetic.”

You paused as you analyzed his mood. Clearly he was upset at you, but you didn’t have the slightest idea why. “I agree that I should be worshipped but I don’t quite understand what you’re talking about.”

Bakugou clicked his tongue and shot a glare at you. “There’s no fucking way you’re gonna sit here and tell me some loser hasn’t been down on you. Didn’t you just get out of a relationship?”

“Mmm…yeah.”

“And you fucked, yeah?”

“We had sexual relations, yes.”

“And he never went down on you?”

“No. He said it wasn’t necessary.”

“W-What?”

“Well, he said since I’m quote-on-quote, horny all the time, it wasn’t necessary.”

Bakugou knew you were a trickster of sorts, but the way you just nonchalantly talked about your bitch of a boyfriend like it was normal told him you weren’t lying. Did someone like you, the prissiest, most self-absorbed chick in the universe really date someone who wouldn’t go down on you. Fuck, did you miss out.

Or rather, the bastard missed out.

Some snobbish prick didn’t hop on the chance to make you squirm under them? The one chance they’d probably have in asserting their rightful dominance over you, and they were too fucking stupid to not take it? It’d be a lie to say that when Bakugou saw those soft plushy thighs of yours peeking out from under your tight skirts he didn’t fantasize about the dripping mess he could create underneath.

Hell, you practically put your pussy on display whenever you wore those so-called ‘athletic’ shorts that helped you move faster as you’d claim. Bullshit. As if you weren’t tempting every loser in your vicinity with those faint imprints of your pussy lips through those shorts. Fuck, if he had known the whole time you were dating that piece of shit that he wasn’t going down on you, he would’ve fucking shown you what you were missing out on.

Well he wasn’t going to make the same shitty mistake as your boyfriend.

With a small curl of his lips, he cocked an eyebrow towards you. “You wanna find out what you missed out on?”

“Huh?”

“What your shitty ex was too stupid to not do, you want me to do it?”

After taking a moment to process Bakugou’s advances, you erupted into laughter. “No way!”

“Why the fuck are you laughing?!” Here he was, practically stripping his ego away for you, and you were just going to laugh in his face? Refusing his incredibly generous offer? Nevermind the sadistic value he’d receive from having you completely fall apart under him, it was still you who’d reap most the benefits. 

You wiped a tear from the corner of your eye, trying to stifle your snickers. “Okay, and I suppose you’re going to make me scream obnoxiously like the girl in that video, are you?” You face turned from amused to stern. “Unfortunately for you, I’ve already had sex and its nothing like what’s portrayed in that silly pornography. I’m sure it’s the same for- what do you call it? ‘Going down’? So, don’t even waste my time, Bakugou.”

Bakugou chuckled at your ignorance. Not only had you not had the pleasure of your pussy being smothered by some bastard’s tongue, but he wasn’t even fucking you properly? You poor thing. Honestly, he was a little offended you were only just now relaying this information onto him.

While you were trying to go back to whatever random things you were doing on your phone before Mina interrupted you, Bakugou strode back over to his bed, this time climbing on top of it, maneuvering your thighs so that he’d be seated between them.

“Oh no, did I awaken the challenger part of you? I’ve said what I said now get off.” You tried to kick you foot at him but he caught your ankle in his grip.

“Going against your weak excuse of a boyfriend is hardly a challenge, princess.”

“Oh ho-ho, so getting me to actually feel pleasure from what-ever you’re about to do is the challenge?”

“That’s not a challenge either.”

Sucking your teeth, you hastily took off your skirt and spread your thighs for him. “Fine. You have one chance, Ba-KA-gou.”

“Tch. Just do me favor and-“ Bakugou placed your hands around your knees and further spread your thighs apart. “keep ‘em fuckin’ spread.”

Rolling your eyes, you silently complied. You weren’t shy in the least about your body but the way Bakugou was intently zeroing in on the clothed folds of your pussy made your breath a bit shaky. 

Just when you were about to say something about his odd silence you felt the soft peck of his lips on your thigh. That peck was slowly followed by another, this time slightly closer to your center. As you tried to ease your breathing each peck made you more wet than the previous. By the time Bakugou was at the lining of your panties, you were practically pooling through the fabric. Smirking at your trembling he looked up at you.

“Shy?”

“N-No! You’re just incredibly slow. I bet you’re just h-hesitating because you don’t know how to- Owwch!” Bakugou had sunk his teeth into the softness of your thighs. Not enough to break skin, but enough to make you kick your heel into his back in retaliation. “What was that for?! You brute!”

“You’re getting on me about going slow but you’ve been the one wasting everyone’s time, Y/N.” He stroked the tip of his index finger along the slit of your panties, making more of your juices spill through the fabric. “Dating some shitty asshole when you could’ve been wetting this glorious cock the whole time.” He circled his finger around the clothed hood of your clit, reveling in the broken whimpers you couldn’t help but let out. “So now I’m gonna take allll the fucking time I want. So just lay there and try to make this a challenge for me.”

Bakugou then wrapped his lips around your pussy, soaking his saliva through your panties. He wasn’t even directly touching you but the rampant motions of his hot tongue through the now drenched cloth made your hips squirm underneath him. He went back and forth from licking to sucking you over your panties, pausing when you quivered too much or moaned too loud. He didn’t want to accidentally make you cum before his main act.

Unconsciously, you had let go of your knees to glide your fingers through his spikey locks, slightly pulling him forward as if he’d be able to ghost his tongue through your panties. He looked back up at you, pleased with your erotically joyous face.

“Didn’t I tell you to keep your hands there? You’re distracting me.”

Letting out a noise somewhere between a scoff and a whine, you re-placed your hands around your knees.

“So surprisingly obedient.” Bakugou slipped his finger around the crotch of your panties, gliding his knuckle around your swelled clit. “Probably because you’re just desperate to have your pussy played with. What a slut.” He increased the pressure of his knuckle around your clit and the feeling of it made you lean your head back against Bakugou’s pillows. “How about you tell me what you want, princess?”

Regulating your breathing enough to form a sentence you rose your head again to meet his vermillion eyes. “G-Go down on me. Prick.”

“Go? Huh? Where? In a car? Fucking clarify.”

You clicked your tongue and turned your head, annoyed at his feigning. Seeing as how you’d require a little encouragement, Bakugou pressed a kiss against clothed pussy, rubbing the tip of his nose where your clit would lie directly underneath. “C’mon. You’re college educated, right? Use your fucking vocabulary.”

You slowly turned your head towards him, the twitching agitation of your eyebrows only fueling him more. “Will you perform cunnil-“

“Finish that sentence and I’m leaving.”

Not wanting to test him on that threat, you reluctantly parted your lips. “…Eat my…” Bakugou licked stripe along your completely soaked panties, stopping to wiggle the tip his tongue against where your clit would be. “Mmnnn~…my pussy...”

“What? Can you fucking speak up? You can present shit in front of a whole audience but now you’re being as quiet as a damn mouse.”

“F-fuck…Bakugou. Damn you.” Your eyes became watery at the mix of humiliation and pressing desire to be touched directly. Were you really going to soil your ego for this bag of cockiness? Surely it wasn’t worth it. Is what your mind would probably say. But right now, your pussy wore the crown. And the queen was craving attention. “I want you to- to e-eat my pussy.”

Bakugou placed another bite on your inner thigh making your body jolt. “Can’t even add a damn ‘please’ to that? I’m sure your type was taught manners.”

“Pleeaassee~ Fuck! Please eat my pussy, Bakugou!”

A small burst of laughter left him as he slapped your thigh. “Well take ‘em off, princess.”

Begrudgingly taking off your panties, a shiny string of your wetness that connected you with the fabric broke as you threw them on the floor. Reassuming the previous positioning of your thighs, your now bare pussy was left open and vulnerable to your rival.

He leaned down to hover over your pussy, his nose trickling against the hood of your clit. You were already so wet for him. Your pussy was just glistening with juices that begged for tending to. Steadying his position between your thighs he glanced at you one more time. “You better not move.” He then licked a stripe up your folds, stimulating your clit in the process.

“Hyaah~!” The feeling was too much for your somewhat-inexperienced pussy and caused you to involuntarily push Bakugou back with your feet. The annoyance of being stopped was promptly displaced with satisfaction as he peered at your pitiful form.

“What did I just fuckin’ say? Open your legs again.” His voice that was rasp with frustration didn’t match his look of sadistic gratification. You were giving him just the reaction he wanted. Did you really think your meek little pussy was any match for him? He had barely touched you and this is how you’re acting? And the fact you were still hesitating on presenting that little pussy to him again only drove him more eager to ravish you. 

“Dammit, Y/N. Do I have to do every fucking thing?” Bakugou pulled you up by the waist so that you were in a piledriver-like position, with your back arched and ass raised in the air, and of course your pussy now directly presented up towards him. The crook of your neck was nothing compared to his tight grip around your hips, the squish of your flesh plunging from between his fingers. You couldn’t even use your legs to fight against him as his grip was too secure. “All I’m doing for you, and you can’t even follow simple fucking directions.

“’C-Cuz it felt too-Hmmnngh~!” You were cut off by the ravaging of Bakugou’s tongue over your pussy folds. He went back and forth from slurping up your juices to flicking his tongue over and over on your clit. If you weren’t already embarrassed by the position you were in, the absolute filthy sounds Bakugou was making with his mouth were achieving that. “Hnnggh~Baku…Bakugou!” You tried flailing your legs around in the air but Bakugou quickly grasped them in his hands. 

He ran his nails down the silky surface of your thighs, making for a sweetly masochistic pleasure mixed with his obscene lapping at your pussy. Continuing his gorging on your sweet pussy, he could feel you shaking from below him. He looked down below at your face, chucking into your pussy at how wretchedly delirious you looked.

“Gonna cum?” You vehemently shook your head no despite the swelling you felt within your pelvis. He slithered his hands down to glide them up your shirt, lifting up your bra above your soft breasts. “Well I’m not fucking stopping until you do. So give me something to play with until then.”

Bakugou roughly kneaded at your breasts between his fingers, squeezing them to hear your pitchy whines at the pain. The mix of his saliva and your slippery essence drooled from your pussy to pool at your tummy and breasts. He gathered a bit of the mixture and slicked his fingers in circles on your nipples. The erotic feeling of it sent a surge of pleasure straight to your pussy. “Ahahnn~ Bakugou…I-I’m gonna cumm~”

He locked eyes with you, continuing to slick his tongue around your clit. “From what?” Boosting your urgency to reply, he pinched a little harder at your nipples. “Tell me what you’re gonna cum from, princess.”

“F-From you eating my pussy~! From Katsuki eating my pussy~!!” The sounds of hearing you use his name for the first time made him pink in the cheeks and twitch in his boxers. Bakugou came up from between your hips, enticed to make you say more lewd things. You were rarely one to speak vulgarly so he’d make the best of your blissed-out state.

“Ahaha-! You sound like those silly pornos!” Not thinking your face could feel even more hot, you felt your cheeks rise with even more heat at his teasing. Bakugou took one of the hands from your breasts and palmed it against your slippery folds. “You still think every guy is like your stupid fucking ex, Y/N?” He ran his palm back and forth against your slit to keep you right on the edge of an orgasm.

“Noo~! Katsuki is so m-much better! Katsuki is sooo much better than my stupid ex~!”

He chuckled at your admittance, but of course, he couldn’t leave it there. “I’m kinda the fuckin’ best, aren’t I?”

“Hmmnn~! Yesss! ~the best! K-Katsuki is the bessst~!”

“You wanna cum on my tongue?”

“Please! Please let me-! Please let me cum on your tongue, Katsuki~!”

“You better fuckin’ listen to me and stay still, then. And don’t look away from me.”

Bakugou threw you back on the bed before lying on his stomach to place himself once more at your quivering pussy. Making sure your eyes were locked with his, he enveloped your folds within his mouth, sucking directly on your clit. He not only feasted on your pussy, but on the entranced look in your eyes. Your e/c eyes that looked at him like he was the only one that could gratify your carnal desires.

And from now on, he’d be sure he was the only one.

You gripped your fingers at the bed sheets beneath you as your orgasm rapidly creeped up on you. The intensity of Bakugou’s tongue coupled with his eye contact was sending you over the edge more fiercely than any pathetic ex or cheap sex toy ever could. “Ohhhmygodd~ Fuckkk-! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m-“

Forced to break eye contact with the unconscious jerk of your head back on the pillows, your pussy convulsed violently around Bakugou’s tongue. “Katsukiii~!” If you had to say, this was the most powerful orgasm you’d ever experienced. All at the hands- or tongue rather- of Bakugou Katsuki. Your ego would surely be disappointed in you choosing your pussy over it.

Bakugou slowly licked his tongue up and down your folds as you came down from your high. The corners of his lips lifted into a devious smile at your disheveled appearance. When your body finally stopped trembling, he completely separated his mouth from you and slid his body on top of yours to be face-to-face with you.

Silently, without care of you still gasping for air, he pressed his lips against yours, eventually intensifying the kiss with the slip of his tongue between your lips. Happily obliging, you glided your tongue against his as your fingers slithered up to once again fumble with his locks of hair. The taste of you on his tongue almost seemed sensual as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

Sliding his hand up to gently grip at your jaw, he separated his lips from yours, licking away the chain of saliva that still connected the two of you. As he sat upright to take his shirt off, he looked down at you, embellished with yearning to relieve his own build-up.

“Should I prove you wrong on fucking too before we hang out with those losers?”

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[harrysmiso]

I Wanna Write You a Song

Crush (Shin Hyoseob) x female reader

Inspired by One Direction's I Wanna Write You a Song. As the story goes, lyrics will be added !!

Genre: Fluff, lil angst yall won't even notice it bc Hyoseob's so swEET HERE

Synopsis: Five years being with Shin Hyoseob has been a roller coaster ride. He taught you how a man should really treat the one he loves. He made you realize your worth. He taught you the real meaning of love.

Word count (including the lyrics): 1.1k

gif not mine!! credits to the rightful owner ^--^

I want to write you a song One that's beautiful as you are sweet With just a hint of pain For the feeling that I get when you are gone I want to write you a song

You and Hyoseob have been together for five years now. You have never been with a man like him. Soft, caring, gentleman, loving. Your exes were nothing compared to him. He taught you how someone should actually treat someone they love. At first, you were actually scared to be in a relationship, given that he was basically a celebrity and his schedules would be tight, meaning, you can't always spend time with him. But he proved you wrong. He was proud to be in a relationship with you. He posts you on social media (with your consent, of course), he sometimes brings you to work (even in filming sites, but would ask his manager first if it was okay), and would even write songs about you.

"Hey Hyoseob, I just got off work. Where are you? Can we eat dinner together tonight?"

"Don't go anywhere, baby. I'll be there in a few minutes. I just ordered us some take out food. Let's eat at my house and I can pamper you after, alright?"

In short, he was so in love with you, and sometimes you ask the universe how and why you deserve to be with someone as perfect as him.

On days that you would fight, he'd always be the one to give in. But, when you know that you're wrong, you'd give him a back hug and would apologize and you would both talk it out and try to understand each other.

When he's away on tours and such, he'd always send you voice messages reminding you of the smallest things: eating properly at the right time, telling you to enjoy your day, sleeping at the right time, and more. The smallest actions he did were probably the ones you love about him.

I want to lend you my coat One that's as soft as your cheek So when the world is cold You'll have a hiding place you can go I want to lend you my coat

Challenging times in your own life would never go missing. It gets harder when one of you is away. Whenever one of you had a stressful day, you'd invite each other to your apartments and would be there to comfort and pamper one another.

There was one time that you went to his apartment straight after work crying. When he saw your messed-up state, he right away went to you, hugged you, caressed your hair, and told you to wait on the couch. When he got back, he brought your matching fabric headbands, one of his hoodies that was your favorite to wear, and a tub of ice cream for the both of you to eat while you tell him what happened that day. However, if you didn't wanna talk about it, he'd be okay with it and would try to distract you with his hugs and stories.

"Are you sure you don't wanna tell me?" He said, making you nod.

"I'm sorry if I can't tell you right now. It just makes me feel burned out and I wanna just properly spend time with you." You said, pouting and feeling guilty because you couldn't tell your problem right away. He placed the ice cream tub on the coffee table, placing your fabric headband on your head. wearing his after he fixed yours. After that he gave you his hoodie for you to wear. The weather was starting to get chilly too, after all.

"It's alright. Just make sure to tell me when you're comfortable telling it to me, okay?" You nodded and he kissed your forehead.

"I love you, Hyoseob, you're literally the best."

I want to build you a boat One that's strong as you are free So any time you think that your heart is gonna sink You know it won't I want to build you a boat

On your third anniversary, you and he travelled and spent five days in Palawan, Philippines. The beach and everything in Palawan took your breath away, not to mention the friendly people you've encountered. There was one instance on that vacation where he decided to rent a speed boat just for you and him. It made you scared at first, since you've never been on a boat before. But he assured you that you'd both be fine.

"What if we sink?! What if-what if-" he didn't let you finish your sentence as he suddenly kissed you, making you shut up.

"We're gonna be okay, love, alright? I'm beside you right now and I'm gonna protect you whatever happens." He said softly, making you nod and kiss him. There was a moment of silence, then he spoke,

"Always remember that I'll be here for you. I'll support you in whatever you wanna do, as long as it makes you happy. Don't you ever think I'll limit you because I know how capable and amazing you are. Okay?" He said, staring at you.

"Okay."

I want to write you a song One to make your heart remember me So any time I'm gone You can listen to my voice and sing along I want to write you a song I want to write you a song

It was finally time for him to enlist. The day both of you dreaded the most. You wouldn't see him for almost two years, but you hoped that when you pass the street, you'd see him as he'll serve as a public service worker. But before he enlisted, he had been working on an EP together with other female artists such as Hayi, whom you've been friends with for a while now due to them recording together.

When the day of the EP release, he gave you an LP copy with a note,

'Some of the songs were based on our relationship- our happiest moments, our ups and downs. Most especially, our love for one another. The next (almost) two years will be tough, since we won't be beside each other, but I promise to be with you when I get to have days off (hopefully). I love you so much!'

Reading this made you tear up and think of what'll happen in the next two years without him. You hugged him while still having tears in your eyes, catching him off guard.

"Don't cry! I'll take back the LP if you continue to cry!" He jokingly told you while he hugged you back, making you giggle.

"I love you. I love you so much, Hyoseob."

[andilovetowrite]

The Spidey Suit

Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Everyone has wanted to try on the iconic suit of Queens’ superhero, but when you have an opportunity to actually do it, you land yourself in a bit of a sticky situation…

Warnings: Suggestiveness, but nothing too bad. A couple of bad words and a ton of flustered Peter.

Word Count: 1.2k

Here is my Masterlist, as well as the request it is based on! Thanks for reading this, and I hope you enjoy it :)

“Hey Ms Parker”, you exclaimed, walking into Peter’s apartment. May smiled, quickly hugging you as she ruffled your hair.

“It’s May, Y/N. Ms Parker makes me feel old!” she says jokingly as you laugh.

“Well, can’t have that”, you say, laughing along with her. “How are you?”

May shrugs, her eyes getting a far-off look. “Oh, it’s fine...with Peter having Spider duties in the night and work starting late, I have a ton of time on my hand.”

You smile coyly, remembering what Peter told you before he came to pick you up on a date last week. “Oh, so you have enough time for a relationship? With a certain jolly man? Or was it Happy?”

You giggle, watching May’s face turn red, as she waved you off. “Oh shush! It’s nothing. Who told you?”

“Peter did. You should’ve seen his face!”

“Oh no!” May says, groaning. “Happy and I are not in any way dating!”

Sure”, you say, extending the word as you take off your jacket. “Also, speaking of Peter, where is he? Still out?”

May nodded, gesturing to his room. “Yeah, he is, but you can stay as long as you want...he should be back in about 30 minutes anyway.”

You smile, nodding. “Thanks, May. Any plans for the evening?” you ask, looking over your shoulder.

“A dat- Uh, nothing. Just-uh hanging out with friends. Yeah, yep, that's what I’m going to be doing”, she says, and you understand where Peter gets his nervous stuttering from. You stifle a laugh as you nod at her, heading into Peter’s room.

Opening the door, you jumped into his bed, marvelling at how the room was so much more cleaner tonight. After getting the superhero gig with the Avengers, Peter had a ton of new gizmos and tech. Not only was his room always littered with new tech toys from the tower, but it was just usually messy. With college and his Spider-Man duties, there wasn’t a ton of time to pick up dirty clothes from the floor. At least, that’s what he says.

So it was a pleasant surprise when everything was spick and span, well...except for his closet. It was an utter mess, with the door overflowing with jumbled up pieces of clothing. Scrunching your eyebrows, you walked over, eyes widening when a mountain of shirts and jumpers fell out.

“What the hell?”, you muttered, noticing how they were just thrown in. Peter must’ve been in a hurry to find something, but what would it be in his closet-? “Aha”, you said, seeing something hanging off his bed.

The old Spiderman suit. Well...wasn’t really a suit, more like a hoodie made by Peter months ago. You picked up the red hoodie, smiling at the hastily drawn spider logo in the middle. You knew Peter was Spiderman soon after he had started fighting crime...being his best friend and all. But you only saw him when he had the “Mr Stark suit”, so you had never seen Peter in action with his old one.

But looking at it now, you felt a magnetic pull to it. Walking over, you hesitantly picked it up, fingers smoothening over the soft fabric, the tears and cuts, the stains still leftover from fights. Biting your lip, you look around, staring out the window as you brought up the suit to your body, wanting to see how it would look on you.

Having a superhero boyfriend was great since he saved people and all...but it was even better when you saw him in action wearing a skin-tight suit. You weren’t half as strong as Peter, but you desperately wanted to try it on, just to get a feel of what it would be like. Plus, it looked sooooo comfortable, despite the wear and tear of it.

Quickly looking around, and closing the door, you shed your shirt and shorts, pulling on the red and blue garment. “Holy shit”, you whispered, peering at yourself in the mirror. “This is awesome” Turning sideways, you pulled your wrist up, trying to figure out what was pressing into your skin, but as your fingers brushed against a small button, thick white liquid shot out of the compartment.

You gasped as you were pulled through air, landing smack in the middle of Peter’s bed. “Oh no”, you whispered, trying to pull yourself free but failing in doing so. The web. You didn’t realize it was still in there, but now you were in a sticky position. Literally.

May could easily walk through the door and see you in Peter’s old suit, which would thoroughly embarrass you. Or even worse, Peter comes in and sees you fidgeting with his belongings. Although he was the sweetest, most caring person on the planet, he had a strict rule about not letting his personal life interfere with his superhero life. And you might have just bent that rule a little… The best thing was that you just waited it out. This was probably the old web, which dissolves in an hour or so, which would be an awful lot of time, but it was better than anything else.

Sadly, the universe didn’t want to agree with you tonight, because, in less than 20 minutes, you heard the familiar THWAP of the web as Peter came swinging in through the window.

“Karen, I am so exhausted toda- What?”, Peter said, looking shocked at you sprawled across his bed, a familiar blue and red suit loosely covering you.

“Hey Peter”, you said weakly, “I’m really sorry about the sui-”

“You look so hot”, he whispered out loud, blushing bright red at his statement. “I-I mean-um...uh hi Y/N”

All your worries melted away as you saw Peter’s face, your heart squeezing as you stared at his stuttering, pink face. Ridiculously handsome face. “H-hey Pete. I just came in a while back and saw th-this and I just wanted to try it….”, you said, trying to gauge his reaction before continuing. “So I might have worn it, and mistakenly shoot out a web that was still in there, which is a terrible idea by the way!”

Peter laughed as his eyes roamed your body, walking over to get some dissolvent, but stopping halfway. “So, in conclusion, I might have gotten a teensy tiny bit stuck”, you said, smirking lightly. “Care to unravel me?”

Peter scoffed, walking over to you. “First you touch my stuff, and then get yourself in a sticky situation on my bed...and now you expect me to just let you out love?” He came closer to you, whispering hotly in your ear, “I think not Ms Spider, in fact, I’m going to let you be there for the next two hours as it dissolves”

You looked up at him, challenging him. “Two hours huh? Didn’t think it would take that long...I would think Spiderman’s web would come off much quicker”

Peter simply chuckled, “Oh sweetheart, Spiderman’s web won’t come off for a long time...might as well get ready for a long night”

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Wow, got kinda spicy at the end...but yeah. This took so long to write, purely because of my lack of motivation, but I hope you enjoyed this! Hopefully, I’ll have another ff out in the next couple of days :) Please send me a message or comment on this post if you want to be added to the taglist.

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[bonny-kookoo]

Sweet Girl [J.JK x Reader]🔞🌼☁️

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut, angst because I like to cry myself to sleep

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, dom!jungkook, sub!Reader, size kink is still strong, mild dd/lg themes, praise kink, long haired jungkook because yes that needs to be a warning, strength kink, they fuck in the kitchen smh

Jungkook and you are in a healthy relationship, managing all those things couples have to manage; building an IKEA bed, having your first fight, or arguing who should do the laundry this time. Apart from that, your life inside your bedroom has been pretty active as well, leaving Jungkook more satisfied than ever. He's not a horny teenager anymore after all, trying not to bust a nut just because he got a glimpse of your nipples through your rather thin shirt- yet you always manage to be so unbelievably sinful, he can't help but snatch a taste every now and then. After all, you're his- he's simply reminding you.

This is part of the 'Good Girl'-Universe!

Good Girl || Sweet Girl || Smart Girl || Brave Girl

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Jeon Jungkook and you loved to tease each other. From the way he would rub his sweat-soaked hair all over the crook of your neck playfully after his workout just to rile you up, just to exclaim happily that you love him too much to actually be serious when you yell that he's disgusting. And he's right- even if he's exhausting to be around sometimes with his seemingly endless energy (seriously, you're convinced at this point that he's the human embodiment of the energizer bunny), or how he could sometimes forget that you're not as tough as his other male friends that he was regularly around. You catch yourself laughing inside yourself every time you turn into a crybaby and tear up when a comment gets under your skin, because his entire body changes posture- every time he notices you getting hurt because he's too rough while playfighting, or when he again tells you you could just get your chubby butt up and work out with him, completely ignoring the fact that he knows its a very sensitive topic for you; he literally turns into a complete child who just got asked to explain rocket science. Jungkook isn't used to handle something as fragile as a girl- plus, you play along and usually brush off most things so easily, that he simply sometimes forgets that you actually have weak points.

One of these moments occured early on in your relationship; it was a silly mistake on his side really. When Taehyung asked him straight up if he was dating you, you didn't expect a huge love proposal; Jungkook wasn't like that. But a simple yes would've been okay as well- yet Jungkook being the cocky bastard he was, simply made a comment along the lines of 'nah, I'm just screwing her.' It was meant as a joke really, and it took him a good thirty seconds to notice your demeanor changing. Deep inside you, you knew he didn't mean it like that, yet it still hit you hard, especially considering his past hobby of trying to be the biggest manwhore around. When he'd went after you just when you had told him you'd be using the bathroom and not returning after a good ten minutes, he'd bursted into the womans bathrooms just in time to see you trying to wipe away your tears. His face had been priceless really now that you thought about it; before that moment you always had a hard time imagining that 'kicked puppy look' people always talked about- he didn't look like you just kicked him, but full on sucker punched his prized playstation out of orbit just for a laugh. He was totally unprepared and clearly had no idea what to do in that moment, never having needed to deal with tears in that way- and your face had hit him especially hard, considering how it was his fault at that. Considering how lost he really was he dealt with it quite sweetly, yet in a typical Jungkook fashion- uncaring of other woman and girls trying to get into the bathroom, he'd grabbed a considerable amount of tissue paper from the dispenser next to the sink you were standing in front of, promptly sitting you on top of it to properly have you at eye-level with him to wipe away your tears and smeared make up, telling you how you looked better without it anyways, and how sorry he was for being an utter asshole and idiot at the same time. You honestly started laughing at that. Not necessarily his comment even though it was true, but his extremely concentrated face, as if he was restoring an ancient artwork or something the likes of that. He audibly sighed at that, glad to know you didn't hate him. Because that was his innermost fear; you probably seeing the dickbag he thought he was underneath and leaving him for good. Not that he'd tell you that. You knew of that fear though.

Needless to say, it wasn't the only thing that happened between you both. Yet you've always overcome these things with ease, both of you growing surprisingly mature about arguments as time went on. Jungkook changed you as well- you were a wallflower before, and if you were honest, you kind of still were. But you were carrying yourself with a newfound confidence because of his daily praises- turning heads every now and then simply because you actually liked yourself these days. And Jungkook noticed as well- always commenting on how he didn't know if he liked the change or not, considering how much attention you now got everywhere you both went. You simply countered that with a simple comment along the lines of 'Now you know how I feel', because he was glowing up every month it seemed. Yet he stayed true to his words back then to you; he really did only have eyes for you anymore.

What really did piss him off was just how innocent you could be sometimes. It had him fuming how oblivious you could seem to others shamelessly flirting with you, yet he knew that he loved that about you just as much. The fact that you would willingly (and happily of course) let him corrupt you over and over again fuled his pride to no ends, making him feel like he was your knight in shining armor, even if it sounded sappy. Right now however he could really use some more patience, because he was sure his own amount was slowly running out. When he came back home, he didn't really have any plans, except for the one you had already agreed on. You both wanted to cook something tonight, nothing fancy, simply craving some kind of 'bonding time' as you called it, even though he had immediately told you this could be done in a different way, to which you blushed. He loved making you embarrassed, almost craving the way your flustered cheeks would turn into a beautiful red shade.

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He knew those plans would change however as soon as he spotted you on the couch in his living room. That itself wasn't something new since you lived here, but the attire you chose was rather.. unfair. He was supposed to keep it in his pants tonight, yet he could already feel himself rising against the fabric of his sweatpants at the view of you in a black shirt of his, oversized on your way smaller body. Yet that exactly did it- because that was all you wore, apart from your flimsy pair of pastel blue lace rimmed panties. You raised your head from out of your book and he was a goner as soon as he saw those eyes.

"Babydoll you're being really unfair right now." He groaned as he sat down on the couch, making you bounce a bit next to him. You looked at him confused, his patience snapping. Maybe it was his frustration that had filled up his mind during the day, or simply his habit of taking what he wanted when he wanted it, but soon enough you found yourself on his lap, your legs on either side of his. His hands were fast to reach under your, or more so his shirt, growling when he felt your bare breasts underneath his fingers. You really were asking for it.

Stop. Mission abort. Cancel all open tasks. Shutdown, emergency-

With a sigh the young boy detached himself from you, running a hand through his hair rather agressively. Even though he would usually not feel too bad about his actions, especially with you, considering he felt rather safe and comfortable around you, he had to remember the small argument you both had the night prior. It really hadn't even been an argument if he was being honest, and it was basically all on him that night, yet he felt like he needed to second-guess his actions now. It had been a simple question really, admittedly a fair one at that, however, it also was one he rather feared answering. Yes, Jeon Jungkook was actually scared of a mere question.

'Why won't you kiss me?'

Well, yeah. Why wouldn't he? To answer that would mean to expose himself, to open himself up, to be vulnerable- and even though he knew deep down that you would never use anything against him in an almost predatory meanor others in the past had, he couldn't shake the feeling off. The fear, of what he couldn't tell. He simply waved you off, telling you that you both didn't need those sappy gestures, and you had simply nodded, accepting that, even though he knew that you felt hurt by his answer. Hell, he felt hurt by his own answer. And what had hurt him even more was your reaction to it; somehow he wanted you to be offended, to openly dig at his wounds, to scratch at his scars and make him spill his blood into your hands. He didn't want you to feel like he only loved you physically, like he only wanted to own your body, because he craved so much more than your touchable form. He wanted to build his home into your very soul, wanted to surround himself with your voice and live in your very heartbeat- yet it didn't matter how romantic and oh-so poetic his own thoughts could be. It didn't matter at all if he couldn't say it.

He looked at you, internally cringing at the way you looked at him, utterly confused. You'd gotten so used to him using you that it made his own saliva taste bitter, making him crinkle his brows a little. "I-" He started, yet took a deep breath, his eyes aimlessly dancing over the plush carpet, analyzing the various shades of light brown it presented to him. Right now he hated it. Hated how it made his apartment, your apartment feel like home. He hated how it did fit into the living room even though he'd complained about you buying it, arguing that you started to take over his life back then when you both didn't even date each other. He hated how he fell in love with it after he'd seen you lay on it with your phone in hand, the small white fan in the corner of the room softly blowing your hair and clothes during the summer. He hated how he remembered spilling his soda on it one day, freaking out because he knew even if he would cover it up you'd notice, you always noticed. Just like now. Because the hand you'd placed on his shoulder as a form of comfort had never felt so heavy on him, like a brick trying to force his entire back down. "M' sorry.." He simply grunted out, putting his head in his hands.

"What're you sorry for?" You had laughed a bit uneasy, and he hated the sound of it. He always pictured himself as the man who was oh-so protective of you, yet right now he'd never felt so small. "Is it about yesterday? You don't have to change Jungkookie, I don't mind-" Yet he had to shut you up, turning a bit to look at you with a face melted into a vision of being thrown side by side by your own thoughts. This was exactly the issue. You didn't mind- and he knew that you didn't even lie about that- it made everything so much worse.

The nickname, the way you said it, the way you meant it- it all just punched his guts even harder. Instead of answering he simply took your face in his hands, placing his lips onto yours with so much emotion you could feel them trembling. His kisses turned into more than simple pecks, they turned into desperate cries of confusion, of insecurity, of so many things you would've never associated Jungkook with. Slowly your bodies fell into place again, with him laying you down on your back, a pillow falling down and knocking a fork down from the small table, yet none of you cared about it in that moment. As soon as you reached for his belt he'd grabbed your hand, holding them with such care. "No no- I-" He said, switching between kissing and talking. "I want to- no, I need to make love to you, yeah?" You squeaked at his sudden movement when he'd picked you up, trying to carry you to the shared bedroom, yet aborting that mission as well by simply sitting you ontop of the kitchen counter, the marbled stone cold underneath your butt. You gasped into the open air, the way he'd just lifted you with such ease making you feel so small- in every good way possible. Yet even though this wasn't the first time making out in the kitchen, this was new- to both of you. He had no clue what to actually do, exploring new territory as well as you did in that moment, never having gone slow before. Yet he slowly eased into it, his arms leading his hands over your exposed skin, fingers softly squeezing the flesh of your thighs. His kisses started to wander, caressing your neck, yet even though his dominant side was starting to show the more comfortable he got with what he was doing, you noticed a slight difference in his demeanor. His arms weren't limiting your movement, weren't moving you around to his hearts content- even though you would never complain about that- they were around you, his hands on your back, bunching up the fabric of his shirt in his hands, then letting go just to repeat like a kneading cat. "You're so sweet, so so sweet, did I ever tell you that?" He whispered almost like a secret, and you felt like he was bewitching you in a weird way. "Wanna keep you all to myself, wanna hide you like a secret." He said lowly, almost growled, and you felt yourself slowly fall for his word with every sound he made. "But I also wanna show you everyone, wanna show everyone how lucky I am, how I got the prettiest and sweetest of them all." He said, hands wandering up his shirt you were wearing, running over your soft breasts, squeezing them softly and relishing in the way they felt under his fingertips. He always loved your skin, even though you'd complained before how you disliked the slight chub on your lower belly, or how your thighs were thicker than most girls your height. Yet he couldn't find anything wrong with it, loving the way it gave you such a soft vibe and feel. This was you, every little flaw that you were seeing he saw as another thing to love about you, as sappy as it sounded. "You're my good girl, my best girl.." He said before he started to move your already ruined panties to the side, his fingers exploring your heat. "My only girl." He said, making you mewl into his neck, hands now grabbing his shirt for a change. He made you shuffle a bit closer towards him, standing between your legs while his tattooed hand pushed two fingers inside you, reaching to make you feel good, yet never going the usual pace.

"Jungkoo-ah- Jungkookie please-!" You sighed, and he simply chuckled, kissing your neck, down to your collarbone where he playfully nipped at the skin, loving the sounds you were making. "No no no, I wanna go slow yeah? Wanna make love babydoll, we got time.." He said, and you shot him a pout, making him laugh. "Come on I'm trying to be romantic here!" He said, and you reached for his jeans again- making him move your hands away again. "Nuh-uh. Good girls are patient. You can wait right, pretty girl?" He said playfully, making you pout again. He couldn't help but comply with you. How could he not? He loved you. He really did. Fuck, he really, really did. Undoing his belt and letting his pants fall to his knees along with his underwear, he reached for your butt, making you shimmy even closer to him so he could swiftly enter you, making both of you gasp out both in anticipation and relief from your side for getting your way.

The simple view he had of your form speared on his cock was the sole reason he loved every position that made him look at you. The picture in front of him just was too presious yet sinful to be wasted. He wished he could take a picture of it actually, yet he decided against it, having heard his phone fall out of the back pocket of his jeans before, and he was kind of too terrified to see his screen cracked yet. He also couldn't really think about it, the way your walls engulfed him occupying his mind almost completely. His arms encaved you, holding you against him as close as possible, creating a safe haven for you and your mindset. You always slipped into some sort of headspace whenever his praise and affection got to a certain point- something that had terrified you at first, making you feel a bit embarrased as well- yet Jungkook had assured you that it was completely okay and normal, having googled it someday back when he'd been bored on his phone. It was actually quite endearing that your mind trusted him enough to slip into such a vulnerable state, his pride feeding off if it to no end.

He wanted to go slow, yet by the end of it his pace had quickened to his typical ruthless tempo, making you gasp out bursts of breath against his neck, hands clawing at his shoulder blades though the material of his shirt, grabbing onto him for dear life, while on your fast lane to release. When he came himself his breathing got erratic from oversensitivity, yet he ignored it to bring you over the edge as well, even making you ride it out to its fullest afterwards. When you slowly deflated against him, hands simply reaching out for his body, he softly cooed at you, completely enchanted by you in your post-orgasmic bliss. Suddenly he laughed, resting his head in the crook of your neck. "God, why am I like this?" He said, soft smile turning bitter. "Can't even be soft for one fucking time." Yet your hand softly ran through his now slightly damp locks, head turning to look at him with so much endearment he could cry- well, he actually felt his eyes start to sting, but he swallowed them down.

"You don't have to, Jungkookie." You softly said, and he wanted to argue. "Don't change. You're perfect just the way you are. I love you either way. Doesn't matter if you buy me roses or screw me in the kitchen. I take any love you give me." He suddenly laughed, and his eyes turned into sparkling half moons, his bunny smile almost blinding you.

"God I love you."

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"Jungkookie?"

"hm?"

"I'm hungry."

"There's leftovers in the oven."

"You're not gonna treat me some chicken nuggets?"

"Tomorrow maybe. Its too late now baby."

"Come on, be a sweet baby-boy and do it-"

"Careful sweetheart."

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IT.IS.FINALLY.OUT.Thank you all so so much for waiting so patiently, I really didn't expect all of you to even stay, let alone shower me with all of your support- I really didn't deserve that! I hope I didn't dissapoint too much with it, since I didn't check for spelling errors :( I love you all, and I hope you're all staying safe and healthy during these times! Remember that spreading love begins with self-love, and self-love begins with small steps 💜