#I’d also probably make him blush by always calling him pretty or something

[whenthegoldrays]

I’d be such a good girlfriend fr

[simpjaes]

As someone that agrees Jake would be around average..maybe even smaller, would you ever write something about degrading Jake for having a small dick but he enjoys it because he knows you actually love his little dick and wouldn’t want anyone else

wc: 1k WARNINGS: jake has a 4 inch dick, reader has big-dick aversion, mentions of sunoo getting sick, little dick humiliation, internally tho u kinda worship it. not proof read.

MDNI!

Are you one who typically cares about the size of the cock slamming into you? Well, yes. Though, it’s not what it looks like. It’s really, really, not what it looks like. 

You have an aversion to big dick. It’s painful, always has been, probably always will be. You’ve tried the size training, you’ve tried letting crushes and boyfriends do their best to no avail due to the size difference and the way it… just doesn’t slide the way you need it to.

Enter Sim Jaeyun, or Jake, as his friends call him. 

Upon seeing him at that party and gaining little to no interest due to the fact that as soon as he walked through the door, he slipped and tipped himself over onto an entire table filled with everyone’s fresh drinks? Yeah, it’s safe to say you avoided him that night so you didn’t end up sticky and sweet like everyone else who meets him. 

When you actually met him though, it felt like an immediate crush. He carried himself so well despite the clumsiness of the night you first saw him. Pouty lips and big pretty eyes, a mess of hair on his head, slender fingers that held your books to and from each end of campus. Yes. After the first real meeting, it’s like the two of you were stuck together at the hip. 

And unfortunately, you knew too well of your aversion to certain sized appendages on men so the crush you had…you didn’t really act on it aside from borderline flirting and letting him run around for you like an errand boy. 

Why? Because Jake just looks like he’s packing. There’s no way he doesn’t have a fat cock, truly. It pains you to think such things, and even makes you wanna maybe…try size training again. 

Shoot to the night Jake confesses his own feelings for you. Where the two of you are outside of Sunghoon’s house pretending you don’t hear Sunoo wailing out on the street because he feels like he’s going to throw up. 

Another party, of course. It’s normal while living the college life, and Jake is quite fond of attending to hang out with his friends, also quite fond of inviting you and not speaking with his friends at all.

You didn’t know how to tell him. Like, you couldn’t just bash your lashes and be like “I’d reciprocate except i think your cock might be too big for me.” 

Gotta think rationally. So, you just…didn’t tell him. Which led to him in your bed later that night, whipping out a nice little four incher that was clearly in need of some love. To your delight, you gave it. 

To his delight, you didn’t make fun of him for it. 

And all of that leads to now.

The pretty boy lying on your bed, messy sheets half covering his face where he wipes the tears away. You know it’s more from sensitivity than the humiliation he’s come to love. He only likes it because he knows you’d have him no other way too. Literally.

“Awh-” You mock him in a pout, tilting your head and gripping his weeping length easily with one hand. “Is your cute little cock too sore for more?” 

Jake whimpers out a moan in response, the heaviness in your hand twitching at your words. 

You smirk, squeezing him tighter, knowing that he’s near spent if the past forty five minutes of trying to let him gag you with it says anything. 

“Couldn’t even make me cry, couldn’t even make me gag.” You blink down at him adoringly, loving the way his lashes clump together when he squeezes his eyes shut in a blush. “Can you make me cum this time, Jake? You tried so hard last time.”

His eyes shoot open with a frantic nod, a small and broken whisper of the words, “Please, I promise.”

You release his cock now, watching him wince at the pain of the air in the room amplifying his sensitivity. Your finger shoots to your chin as you look up, as if you’re thinking hard. 

“You promise?” You look back down at him, now throwing one leg over his hip and straddling him harshly. Seating yourself directly on it, forcing his cock down and allowing your folds to smother it. “You think you’ll make it reach this time?”

Jake immediately shoots his hands to you, holding you still on him as he continues to try and convince you.

“Ah, you should be embarrassed, we both know you can’t fuck deep enough.” You comment this time. 

“I-” Jake swallows around his words in a gasp when you slide forward against his strength. “I’m not!” 

You tilt your head again, continuing to slide, relishing in the sweet sounds of your favorite boy beneath you. “Hm?”

“You like it.” Jake counters you in another moan, his confidence somehow always shining through the humiliation. “You know I can get you off, I always do.” 

“Hah–” You nod out, unable to lie about the truth he’s arguing for. “You’re so sure of yourself.”

There it is, that little flicker in his eye. 

Both of you know very well that every single time the two of you have been locked in a room together, Jake has done everything in his power to get you off before he does. No matter the sensitivity you force upon him, no matter the humiliation, the size– it doesn’t fucking matter when he’s so eager to please.

And it’s the best part, really. When he’s let you have your power and control of him. When the fun you’re having comes to an end and he takes over. The best fucking part.

The way he overpowers you now, using that same strength to knock you onto your back. His hips sliding whatever he has to offer straight into you. No pain, and just enough to make you clench around it. 

With Jake, it’s never “not enough.” It’s never “Almost there.” No. It’s always just right. 

His dick does reach where you need it, and half the time he doesn’t realize it. He slams his hips so hard in an effort to get you to feel something, anything. You’ve yet to tell him you feel all of it. 

He knows you get off though. He’s felt it on his tongue, on his fingers, and yes, on that perfect little cock too.

[no1deepspacehater]

NSFW ABC's - Xavier !

A/N: Zayne is up next for this one! Minors look away ofc! Also some minor spoilers in letters E and K

Enjoy!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Mostly, he’s so ready to sleep, but if that doesn’t fit your needs, he stays up for you. Need a shower? He’ll help you wash up. Something to eat? He’s not the best cook but cereal after sex always hits the spot anyways.

His most preferred aftercare is after a cold shower, you both just cuddle each other to sleep. You’re his favourite teddy bear to hold.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For him, his arms. Strong and buff from years, and I mean years, of sword practicing. Upper body strength of the Gods, perfect for holding you up with he fucks you against the wall, or just caging you in while you ride him. Grip his arms in any position and he’s beaming.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Moderate amount when he cums BUT he leaks. One stroke and his dick is wet. Prefers to cum inside/with a condom just because it gets sticky and messy, but is SO more than down if you want him to cum anywhere else.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

While masturbating has accidentally came on one of the plushies you gave him. He fell asleep right after and it left a stain he couldn’t wash out. Said plushie is now hidden away where you’ll never find it, and when you ask him about it he always says he lost it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

SPOILERS FOR HIS LORE!

Ok so here’s my headcanons, he’s either:

Has NEVER had sex because, well, he only wants you. Probably doesn’t watch porn for the same reason. Most knowledge he’s have is conversations with close friends but no hands on work.

HAS had sex before, but with previous lifetimes/timelines of you. Kinda more fun to work with this one because, he’d know all your sensitive spots, even ones you don’t know about. He’d now just how to rile you up and have you seeing literal stars.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

When he has energy or is in that type of mood: variations of missionary, I feel like he’d be into wall sex.

Other than that, as long as your on top of him and he could see your face, he’s happy. Sometimes he’ll let you do your thing while he’s being a little pillow princess, othertimes he’s the one in absolute control even though you’re above him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Always light giggles here and there because you both are being so cute. Sometimes though he’s not serious but he gets in this focused/locked in type of mode when you both are having particularly passionate sex.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

HEAR ME OUT HERE!! Rarely clean shaven just because he’d literally rather sleep. It’s not a jungle, but definitely had to start keeping it lower when you both do start to get intimate. I’d say once a week at least, once every two weeks at least. Now listen closely, he’s got a happy trail, nobody argue with me. His hair down there is a bit darker/browner than his actual hair, but it’s still pretty light that if you look too fast you’ll miss it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s a sappy little alien boy. Always showering you with praises so most of the time you’re a smiling blushing mess, which makes him smile as well. Even when he’s being dominant he’s calling you cute little pet names, anddd he’s got that smug little snark that’s just waiting for you to challenge him so he could show you who really is the most powerful here.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Doesn’t really do it much because sleep >> anything else. When he does have to release some pent up energy he generally just does it to get it out of the way and falls back asleep. Sometimes falls asleep dick in hand mid stroke.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I feel like he would be into roleplay. It’d take him a while to bring it up, but once he does it kinda helps him to actually express his emotions more in a way? But having you dress up as different things turns him on as well (the maid outfit is not surviving the night).

Also hear me out on this I feel like he’d have a pregnancy kink. (SPOILER: Something about you both living long enough to have a family) You’d just look sexy with a belly to him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His or your place, where you can really let go. As for specifics:

The bed, the kitchen counter, the bathroom, the couch, to the windowww to the wall. As long as your both comfortable, he’s so down to screw you anywhere.

But thats not to say you both haven’t gotten... freakaayyy in the staff room closet at work once or twice... or five times.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Though he can just hear your name and he’s turned on, he particularly likes when you sass him back or give a little attitude. It’s like a declaration of sexual war between you two and he’s adamant that he wins.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Won’t bruise you too hard or hurt you in a serious way (like blood and stuff). He can’t, he just can’t. Hard choking as well is uncomfortable for him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Lives for eating you out/giving head. Even if he’s too tired for penetration he’s got more than enough energy for you to sit on his face and just let him go wild. Or literally he’ll get on his knees and just keep going harder everytime you tug his hair when he’s hitting a sweet spot. Will literally overstimulate you every time because he’s just having so much fun.

As for receiving, he doesn’t ask for it much but would neverrr decline. He twitches so much and constantly has to hold himself back from bucking his hips up and shoving his dick down your throat. Hearing you swallow all of his cum makes him literally orgasm a second time.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast, no, rarely. Slow, sensual, rough in an almost primal like way but still soft? Yes! He needs to feel every bit of you, and make sure you’re feeling every bit of him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Appreciative of a good quickie. Though he’s more qeen on having ample time to do with you what he wants, there has been situations where he’s had to pull you to an empty room and set a new world record for the both of you. Sometimes the both of you are at home doing the nasty when you get called to a mission, and then suddenly it’s a race for time lol.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

If it’s for you, he’ll try anything (within reason). He is a risk taker as well, because really to him it’s not a risk if he’s going to succeed anyway. Just has to make sure he’s thought of every outcome and weighed out the pros vs cons, which he can decide very quickly when you’re looking at him like that.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Depends on how much time between the rounds. After round one, let him take a quick nap and he’s back on it like white on rice. Anything more than that will require a full day of sleeping with cuddles with you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I feel like personally he never bothered with toys, but would not be opposed to use one on you. It’s like having another way to satisfy you (and tease you endlessly). He likes to feel your touch rather than a toy but he’s okay with anything you want mostly.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s such a switch, honestly. One day he’s begging for you and the next he’s making YOU beg until you literally can’t handle it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

This man is a moaner and whimperer. He tries to hold it back mostly so it’s a lot of hot whimpering and mumbling at first but keep riling him up he’ll get louder. Says your name like a prayer always.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

 Turns your plushies around before you guys have sex, all of them. He says he doesn’t want to taint their innocence.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Thick in diameter, average sized in length. Definitely a shower but it’s pretty like him in every way anyway. Has one (1) prominent vein that hits just right. Colour just slightly darker than his skin colour (he’s pretty pale so) but tip is a light pink (#E6C5AD, if you will). Turns more red as he’s about to cum/is stroking or whatever. Yes I have thought a lot about this.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Having to wait lifetimes for your lover can leave you pretty wanting at times. That being said Xavier doesn’t really indulge in himself too often, and he’s quite the sleeper so in general it’s pretty low. But it can lead to some fun times where he’s just teasing you forever.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Like a LIGHT. After proper aftercare he is ready for the nap of his life.

[jay7543]

Your boyfriend Simon left one of his masks

Sfw

M4m

Feel free to make requests for stories/ scenarios you’d like to see, I’d be happy to make them!!!!

Not smut this time, just a little cutesy sfw thing, I’ll make another smut one soon. I just wanted a bit of ghost and the reader in a wholesome relationship, I hope you enjoy!!!!

You and Simon have been dating for a few months now. in fact, he’s the first guy you’ve dated since you came out as bi, he was really scary at first, with his skull mask and deep British accent, he’s also taller than you, but he’s really just such a sweet teddy bear. He loves you so much, every time you two go out he does everything in his power to make you happy and comfortable, and he may or may not have beaten the shit out of a few people who were harassing you, but he’d never tell you about that. One morning after waking up, you realize he’s already gone, you get a bit worried for a second before noticing a note on your pillow

Simon(note)- “got called in to work early love, didn’t wanna wake you, you just looked so bloody cute, see you later”

You smile as you read the note, but then you notice something lying on the nightstand on his side of the bed, one of his masks!! You reach over and grab it before smelling it deeply, it smells just like the cheap cologne he uses, you love it so much. You keep it clutched tightly in you hand as you get up and head to your kitchen for some early morning coffee. You push ghosts bag of coffee out of the way, he only drinks black and uses actual grounds, he’s gross. You on the other hand always drink the pods, in a multitude of flavors, you’ve tried to convince him to try it, going as far as filling his mug with the coffee you drink, he absolutely hated it.

After you drink your coffee you sit at the counter, bored, waiting for Simon to get back, just like you usually do, other than watching tv and reading. You decide to entertain yourself by putting on his mask, after sliding it over your hair and face, you immediately wonder why he wears these, it’s so itchy and hot, he has to sweat a lot. You don’t care though, because it’s his

Reader-“come here love, give me a kiss”

You say to yourself, trying to inmate his voice and accent as well as you can. As you do, you can’t help but laughing at yourself. He’d probably tease you or call you dumb, in an endearing way of course. After a bit of wearing his mask and doing some chores, you decide to finally take it off and wipe the sweat off your face, it’s really hot with it on, he even wears it during sex sometimes which you find extremely hot but can’t help but wonder how sweaty it gets. After a bit of contemplating on what to do next, you decide to get some stickers and the mask and head to the couch to relax as you “redecorate” his mask. You grab your favorite stickers, your bi pride stickers, and some of your anime stickers. You chuckle to yourself as you peel the stickers off the sheet and put them on his mask, putting a few bi flags on it, then some stickers of characters from your favorite anime.

After you finish you hold up the mask to admire your handiwork before laying it down on the table to watch some tv as you wait for Simon to come home. A few hours later you here his keys in the lock, you immediately shoot up and run to the door, as he walks in and you wrap your arms around him as tight as you can, kissing him all over his mask. He chuckles and carries you in and closes the door behind him

Simon-“I missed you too love”

He chuckles as he pulls his mask off to kiss you properly. He plants his lips on yours passionately for a few seconds before pulling away.

Simon-“so, how was your day love? I hope you weren’t too bored without me”

He smiles and looks down at your pretty face, your arms still wrapped tightly around him

Reader-“well…I didn’t really do that much”

You say with a bit of a blush on your cheeks. He raises an eyebrow as he calls your bluff

Simon-“you’re lying love, what did you do”

You look down to avoid his gaze

Reader-“well, promise you won’t be mad?”

He looks at you a bit confused as well as worried

Simon-“sure love, I promise, now what’d you do?”

You finally let go of him and lead him to the couch, where you were sitting with his mask, you grab it and show him

Reader-“you-you forgot one of your masks, I was bored, so I…decorated it”

You say with a deep blush on your face, hoping he’s not mad. He takes the mask from you and holds it in his hand and stares at it for a few seconds before speaking

Simon-“really? I mean, your stickers are cute, you know I like them, it’s why I bought them for you, but I need this mask”

He says a bit sternly, but a small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. You look down embarrassed

Reader-“I’m sorry, I just thought it would look cute”

He grabs your chin lifts it to look you in the eyes

Simon-“it is cute love, i honestly like it, but I do need to take them off”

He says with a smile and starts to peel one off carefully.

Reader-“wait! I-can you at least wear it tomorrow and send me a picture?

You say, not confident he’ll agree

Simon-“you mean, while I’m at work? With the other guys”

Reader-“y-yeah, I…please”

You pout and pull your famous puppy dog eyes with him. He sighs and chuckles a bit.

Simon-“bloody hell, fine love, I’ll wear it, now stop pouting”

He leans down and kisses you before patting the sticker back down to make sure it was still on. You smile and look up at him

Reader-“now all of your friends will know you have the best boyfriend”

He chuckles

Ghost-“yeah, yeah they will. Now let’s watch some tv”

He drags you onto the couch and cuddles with you as you two watch tv for the rest of the day.

The next day you wake up late, the same as yesterday, there’s a note on your pillow, the same message. But now you also have a message on your phone.

Simon(text)-“I wore it love, and the guys are teasing me, but I’ll keep wearing it because of how much I love you”

He also sent a picture like you wanted, it’s a basic selfie of him in the mask you decorated, his eyes look empty, probably because of the teasing, because he’ll do anything to make you happy, even embarrass himself at work. He’s the absolute best.

[karasukarei]

Wind Breaker Drama CD vol. 1 – Fuurin, Memories of a Summer (Part 3 - final)

This is the last part, thanks for all the patience!

Part 1 here! Part 2 here!

Translation masterpost here!

Scene 6 – 11:46~13:42

Sakura: *stomach growls*

Ume: That’s a loud growl!

Sakura: Shut up! Hurry up and finish cooking it!

Ume: Well, hang on a bit! Everyone! Did you bring drinks?

Nirei: Yes! We’ve got them.

Ume: Right! Once again, thanks for coming today! Here’s to our summer! Cheers!

All: Cheers!

Sakura: This, can we eat it yet?

Nirei: Wait, Sakura-san, that’s still raw!

Suo: You’re really hungry aren’t you!

Tsuge: *virtuous gulping and swallowing* Yum!!! Meat is great for a tired body! I can feel my muscles celebrating!

Kiryuu: I was wondering about eating outside in such hot weather, but this is so tasty!

Hiiragi: There’s more coming, so eat up.

Suo: These vegetables, are they the ones that Umemiya-san planted on the rooftop?

Umemiya: You could tell! I harvested them together with Sugishita before coming today! Thanks for helping, Sugishita!

Sugishita: No, it was my pleasure.

Ume: They were all raised so well! I’m so happy everyone gets to eat them! (t/n: I WANT TO EAT THEM TOO)

Sakura: Oi Sugishita! Don’t take my meat!

Sugi: *scoffs very loudly. Like a dog*

Sakura: Don’t ignore me!

Hiiragi: There’s still a lot so don’t fight!

Ume: Yum! Eating together with everyone really makes the food taste good! Don’t you think so too, Sakura?

Sakura: *blushes very loudly* Mm, well, it’s not bad…

Ume: Hee hee.. Hey Sakura, you’re only eating meat?! Here, this bell pepper has been perfectly grilled!

Sakura: Don’t just give it to me! I don’t eat vegetables! (t/n: we can shake on that Sakura bell peppers suck)

Tsuge: Oh, is this Sakura’s virtue as well?

Suo: I think he just doesn’t like it.

Ume: Eh?? But vegetables are delicious…

Suo: Sakura-kun, you also leave the vegetables with your omurice behind don’t you?

Sugi: Hmph. What a brat.

Sakura: Huh?! You wanna take this outside?!

Hiiragi: Shut up and eat!

Ume: Hahaha, this is so fun!

 Scene 7 – 13:42~15:56

Suo: Step... by step… Going down the dimly lit corridor, there was a shadow up ahead. It feels bad, I’m scared, the man thought as he raised his voice. “Good evening,” he said, but there was no reply.

*somebody gulps; probably Sakura”

Suo: Behind him, he felt a presence, and the man turned around… there was a woman with long hair and a face that was all d-

Nirei: HIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Sakura: Hiie! I was scared by your voice!

Hiiragi: Suo, you’re really good at ghost stories, I was starting to get a little spooked there.

Ume: Really? I can’t see ghosts or spirits, so they don’t come to me at all.

Suo: But if you tell stories like this, they’ll probably come! (t/n: there's a test of courage called the Hyakumonogatari, where it's said that after telling 100 ghost stories a ghost will appear.)

Tsuge: M-maybe we should stop telling them…

Nirei: I’d like to go to the toilet…!

Tsuge: M-me too!!

*sound of washing hands*

Tsuge: Ahh, once it’s summer, everyone starts telling scary stories.

Nirei: Well, it does suit the season after all. (t/n: In Japan at least it’s something of a tradition to tell ghost stories in summer; it’s the same as how the beach or eating watermelon are also associated with summer)

Tsuge: Speaking of, this inn is pretty old, isn’t it? (t/n: remember that this is more like an empty private house that was rented out, and not a ryokan-type situation where there are always other staff around)

Nirei: Indeed, it has character or something like that.

Tsuge: Hey Nirei-kun, why did you suddenly stop there?

Nirei: Tsugeura-san, the corridor there…

Tsuge: There? It’s dark so I can’t really see.

Nirei: Isn’t there something there? A girl with long hair…

Tsuge: Maybe it's another guest?

Nirei: We rented it out today right?

Tsuge: Maybe it's the staff?

Nirei: But they told us they would come only during breakfast, didn’t they already go home long ago?

Nirei and Tsuge: Huh?? AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Scene 8 – 15:56~18:33

Ume: Hm, what?

Suo: Just now, wasn’t that Nirei-kun and Tsugeura-kun’s voice?

Hiiragi: I’ll go take a look.

*Nirei and Tsugeura whimpering*

Hiiragi: What are you guys doing here shaking so much?

Nirei: J-j-j-just now, o-o-over there!!!

Tsuge: A woman with l-l-long h-hair…!!!

Hiiragi: Huh? Woman? Hmm… Ah… *chuckles not of anguish* Umemiya… don’t laugh…!

Kiryuu (I think): Speaking of… Sakura-chan… pfft…

Suo: So you guys mistook Sugishita-kun for the ghost of a woman!

Sugi: *growls*

Ume: DAHAHAHHA! That’s a disaster!

Sakura: How did you mistake this guy for one???

*Ume and Sakura laughing (t/n: THIS IS SO CUTE)

Nirei: But the corridor was really dark!

Tsuge: And the hair was waving in the wind, like sassassa!

Kiryuu: That’s cos Sugi-chan has such pretty hair~

Hiiragi: I was also thinking that it was just Sugishita.

Sakura: But even so, a woman??

Sugi: HMPH *throws a pillow at Sakura*

Nirei: Sakura-san! Are you ok!

Suo: Oh! A perfect straight on hit!

Kiryuu: No matter how soft the pillow is, a hit like that has got to hurt~ (t/n: omg the way he says this line is SO CUTE)

Sakura: Yooouuuu!!! Ha! *starts throwing pillows*

Tsuge: He’s equally vicious! Sugishita-kun, are you alright?

Suo: Sakura-kun nice shot! *claps* (t/n: THIS MAN JUST WANTS TO SEE THE WORLD BURN)

Nirei: This isn’t the time to clap?!

Ume: Great! Since we’re staying over, let’s have a pillow fight! Let’s join too!

Tsuge: Sounds good! We’re joining in!

*multiple cries of war*

Kiryuu: It seems fun, but I don’t want to sweat again after just getting out of the shower~

*Kiryuu gets hit*

Kiryuu: Ow… Who was that just now?? Guess I have no choice…

Suo: Joining in sometimes isn’t too bad too! (t/n: HE DEFINITELY THREW IT AT KIRYUU)

Nirei: If it’s like this, I have no choice but to join!

Hiiragi: Even if it’s just us, don’t make too much of a racket. Oi. Are you guys listening. Tch. SHUT U- *gets hit by a pillow*

Scene 9 – 18:33~end

*very loud manly snoring*

Sakura (I think): The meat… is mine… *snores more*

Tsuge: Next… ??? (t/n: can’t hear this part)… will be disturbed…

Nirei: Everyone has fallen asleep.

Suo: Everyone did play a lot today. I’ll be sleeping soon too. Nirei-kun, will you be sleeping soon?

Nirei: I’ll sleep after I write my diary!

Suo: I see! Good night.

Nirei: Hmm, today, I went to the beach with everyone from Boufuurin. We played watermelon splitting, had shaved ice, and the barbecue was delicious! The pillow fight was pretty intense though. So many things happened, I can’t finish writing about them all. But if there’s one thing I can say, it was that it was the best day ever!

[midnightsnyx]

beautiful things p2 | mat barzal

my masterlist & part 1 pairing: mathew barzal x singer!reader summary: the aftermath of the interview. warnings: not edited, a lil angst but mostly fluff! please let me know if i missed anything. word count: 972 author note: i refuse to call twitter X. also there are most definitely inaccuracies but i hope you guys like anyways <3

“Hey, we made it on People Magazine’s Twitter,” Mat says eagerly, and you look up from the journal you’ve been jotting lyric ideas in. He has an endearing and adorable smile on his face as he looks at his phone.

Still, you can’t help but look at him, titling your head slightly “You haven’t been in People Magazine?” 

He laughs but his smile doesn’t waiver. “Not all of us are insanely talented musicians.”

You roll your eyes affectionately and lean over to press your lips firmly against his. The past few months have been nothing but bliss, since you replied to his DM. You were scared to open your heart again after your last relationship but Mat has shown you thus far that if you find the right person, it’s okay to let someone in.

“I don’t know,” you tease, pulling away. “I’ve seen you with a guitar.”

He blushes and tries to hide it by kissing you again. You let him, mainly because you’re enjoying it but also because you don’t want to push. 

You’re floating in pure euphoria right now, enjoying every moment and you don’t want it to end. 

“You’ll come to tonight's game, right?” He asks, brushing a loose piece of hair out of your face and resting a hand on your shoulder. One thing that you’ve learned about Mat is how tactile he is. He always wants to be touching you somehow, whether it’s an arm around your shoulder or holding your hand.

“I wouldn’t miss it,” you promise.

. . .

You love coming to Mat’s games, but some of the girls are still iffy about you which is understandable. You’ve only been dating Mat for five months and you are also in the media which brings a lot of attention. Sometimes unwanted attention. 

You also love your fans but they have a love/hate relationship with your relationship with Mat. Also taking into account his fans, and sometimes it’s too much. Like tonight. 

Everything starts great, there’s not much trouble getting to the stadium, but there are always fans waiting to hopefully get to see a hockey player or get a picture before the game. Someone sees you and then you’re back on Twitter and not the good side of Twitter.

You manage to get to your VIP suite pretty easily, Iris and some of your other friends with you. 

“I’d say I told you so, but you’d probably fire me,” Iris says dreamily, staring at the jumbotron that is showing a live feed of you. You’re not sure if it’s something you’ll ever get used to. You imagine this is what Taylor Swift feels like when she goes to Travis Kelce’s games.

“You just did,” you reply dryly but there’s no malice to your tone. You know exactly how Iris is and you love her for it.

Your eyes go back to the jumbotron, looking to see if they show Mat. You think you can see him on the ice from your current view, but you’re never sure unless he looks up and waves. 

“I’m glad I did, though,” you say and she looks at you for clarification. 

“Message him back. You were right.” 

She doesn’t say I told you so, or say any funny comeback. She just smiles and nods towards where the game has started. 

It’s a tight game and you’re on the edge of your seat for most of it but the Islanders win in overtime with a victory of 2–1, with Mat scoring the overtime goal. You watch the team celebrate on the ice before they head back to the locker room and you pull your phone out, shooting a quick text to Mat letting him know you’ll meet him at his place. With your security and his postgame interviews, it’s usually best to just meet at either of your houses.

You’re sitting with a glass of wine, watching the highlights from other games when Mat gets home. You can hear him drop his bag by the door and toss his keys on the counter before making his way to the living room where you are waiting. Max, your golden retriever is sitting by your feet but his tail starts wagging when he sees Mat. 

“Hey pal,” Mat mutters, bending down to greet the pup before plopping down on the couch next to you. He sighs, staring at the ceiling like he’s thinking hard about something.

“Penny for your thoughts?” You ask, putting your glass on the table and turning towards him. He turns his head towards you and opens and closes his mouth a few times. You’re starting to get nervous when he speaks.

“Move in with me,” he whispers and you freeze.

“Mat-”

“Look, I know it’s only been five months but we spend all our time together anyway. We’re just bouncing between houses.” He reaches out and takes one of your hands, intertwining your fingers together. “Let’s make it one house.”

The thought of moving in together absolutely terrifies you, but when you think about it, he’s right. If he’s not away for games or you’re not doing shows, you’re together and when you think about the future, Mat is standing next to you.

“Okay,” you say and his eyes widen. 

“Really? I thought I was going to have to get on my knees and beg,” he says and you’re not sure if he’s kidding or not.

So you shrug. “You make valid points. Plus, I think Max would like not to be shuffled around so much.”

He grins and leans in to kiss you. “I love you.” 

“I love you too,” you murmur when you pull away and then Max jumps up on the two of you as if he knows a decision has been made and Mat almost falls off the couch but you have never been happier.

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[missmoonfrost]

hi! btw I loved writing for both of your prompts, I hope you see them and like them <3

also now I'm going to prompt YOU! no pressure:

🍬treat - jegulus - taller regulus I may have a slight obsession

I loved them! Hope you like this! 🍬

James stopped at the entrance of St Mungos’ grand entrance hall and took in the crowd. The yearly charity fair always drew a lot of people, but he was equally surprised each time. They hadn’t even officially opened and yet there were witches and wizards all around, talking in small groups or setting up tables and hanging colourful decorations.

Effie and Monty had a stand selling donated books where James had helped out many times as a kid, but this year he and Sirius had both signed up to help out at the lottery. They soon find the old grey-haired wizard in charge. The instructions were clear enough, they mingled in the crowd with tree rings of lottery tickets each. Sirius' charming smile earned him more buyers than James, who in friendly competitiveness decided to split up and move closer to the entrance to catch the incoming crowd.

Either James was a strategic genius or people were feeling generous, but he soon sold out one ring of lottery tickets. Returning to the lottery stand to leave it, he saw Sirius hugging someone.

Someone with equally smooth black hair as Sirius, but slightly leaner and taller. It couldn’t be…?

James had not seen Regulus since his own graduation last year. He had heard all about the chaotic break with his family from Sirius, of course. He apparently shared an apartment with two other guys after a short period crashing on Sirius’ and Remus’ sofa.

That time he had definitely not been this tall. Making his way there to say hi, James realised Regulus was even taller than him. Not more than an inch, but that was enough.

Don’t get him wrong. James had always thought Regulus was pretty, always been impressed by his quickness and amused by his dry wit. But he had always been Sirius' little brother and quite frankly James had actively avoided getting involved in something as complicated as that.

Looking (and trying not to stare) at this Regulus, the same laws as last year didn’t seem to apply. Someone taller than James and just a year younger couldn’t be off limits just because he happened to be someone’s little brother, could he? At least not when his eyes sparkled like diamonds at something Sirius had just said and his smile gave his flawless face an inviting softness.

“Oh, there you are” Sirius greeted James, “I met my baby brother. Never thought I’d see him at a charity fair.”

“Shut up” Regulus rolled his eyes, “Hello James!”

“Hi! Eh… Hello!” James scratched his neck and looked after Regulus as he gave a little wave and walked off. Sirius gave him a weird look which made his attempt to appear normal even harder and he quickly hid behind the lottery-stand to hide his blushing cheeks. Maybe letting himself get attracted to Regulus was still too complicated to be worth it? Sirius had called him his baby brother after all.

He continued selling the remaining lottery tickets. But he couldn’t help but look out for silky black hair in the crowd. Or those eyes, seemingly carrying a myriad of mysteries. Or those lips. He couldn’t possibly had been smiling like that ever at Hogwarts, James would have remembered something as perfect, wouldn’t he?

He didn’t see him again, though. He had probably already left and maybe that was for the best. After selling all his lottery tickets there was a short break before the actual lottery ceremony along with some speeches and awards would begin. James used the time to go to the gents. He opened the door and stopped dead in his tracks. Regulus stood in front of the mirror.

He was putting on lipstick.

Making his perfect lips even more prominent against his stunning regal features. As if that wasn’t enough to make James gape, Regulus turned towards him (probably wondering what idiot stopped right in the doorway) and smirked.

Oh God. James had never seen a more gorgeous human being.

Regulus finished his work with exquisitely fluid movements, put the lid on the lipstick and the lipstick back in his pocket. He walked past James. Close (because being the idiot that he was, he was still standing right in the doorway). On his way, he towered over James in the most pleasantly intimidating way possible and said:

“I work at the up-cycled clothes stand. You should come by.”

While James’ brain short-circuited Regulus smirked as if he knew just what effect he had on James and leisurely walked on.

 “Y-yeah, m-maybe I’ll do that,” James shouted after him.

He would definitely do that. How he should explain his newfound interest in up-cycled clothes to Sirius was a later problem.

[yuwuta]

PETITION!!!!!! FOR THE ATLA X JJK STUFF!!!! OMG NOW I HAVE A BRAINROT love this idea sm.....

i have SOOOO many ideas you have no idea how near and dead atla is to me… i could rant about this day and night…. reader’s bending or non-bending abilities always change in the au for me, but i feel very strongly about everyone’s bending abilities teehee…. except satoru… i can pickle many aus for satoru bc that’s pookie <3

firebender reader that captures airbender yuuta to take him back to the fire nation as a reward and honestly he should fight back, he could fight back, and he probably shouldn’t blush when you’re rough with him, but you’re really pretty and stubborn and sure the ropes you put around his hands and ankles are really tight but it could have been worse. and you haven’t burned or scarred him, and you even give him some of fish you capture and cook along the way, so maybe you don’t really hate him that much. it’s so much of yuuta nervously rambling as you two travel and you not responding, but that doesn’t stop yuuta, nor does it deter him from thinking that you’re not all bad. clearly you’re strong and determined and you believe capturing him with worth something so he kinda…. let’s it be (also he thinks he’d lose a fight to you) and somewhere along the way he gets the courage to point blank as you why you’re taking him and i’d love to say he talk no jutsus you into not turning him in but also love the idea of someone else attacking you and yuuta turning on the airbending to choke them out which is insane bc you’ve done nothing but capture him but who’s to say that’s not a form of love too xoxo

or we can consider you and megumi growing up in the south pole together, it’s a small town so it’s not a coincidence that you two become friends, even if megumi is a little gruff at first. you two do everything together, even though your water bending abilities start to differ as you get older—you become much more mischievous, while megumi becomes focused on precision and healing. it’s why, despite the tradition being father and son to go out hunting, toji takes you out to sea to go ice fishing and you always run back home to megumi with your capture in hand, damn near tackling him every time and happily proclaiming you caught his favorite; and every time he tells you to calm down and not cause a scene, but you don’t, and toji and his mom chuckle as you tackle him and megumi tries to blush and wrangles you into a seat inside while he helps his mom with dinner. and really, all is well until some snobby prince from another town claims that your family is indebted to his and that you’re betrothed as collateral and everyone finds out very quickly that even though megumi spent all his time focusing on healing, that he’s still toji’s son and can make one hell of a tsunami if it calls for it. (and when the storm, literally, passes, megumi huffs as he digs through his belonging and stuffs a necklace in your hand and all you can do is blink and wonder what’s going on while his mom snickers in the background and winks at you “i think that’s a proposal, dear.”)

orrrrrr even though i firmly believe in airbender satoru superiority, i do make an exception for stealing yue’s plot line and making satoru a waterbender and prince who’s hair is only white because he blessed and saved by the moon spirit when he was very young. ofc, that’s not enough to make him nearly as humble as he should be, and satoru spends all his days ignoring his princely duties and bothering you and a nanami instead, ditching his masters and servants in favor of pouting at you to teach him your skills instead because satoru wholly believes his duty is not to serve as the bridge between his people and the moon, but instead to annoy you and hopefully make you mrs half-moon someday

[hornyhornyhimbos]

i’d very much love and appreciate reader w/ a hand kink!! i’d be happy with spencer, eddie, or steve. you can choose:)

happy friday, fellow freaks! went with dom daddy spencer since he's the one who made me realize i have a hand kink <3

i'm not saying spencer reid is a sugar daddy... but i'm also not saying he isn't one ♡

18+ as always, mean dom!spencer x slightly bratty!afab!reader, use of a toy i sorta forgot how loud vibrators are oops, semi-public sex (in a dressing room), choking, slight spanking, reader is called good/bad girl and baby, spencer is called daddy, explicit language, and also spencer is rich in this fic because he's unit chief, 1.7K words, color-coded speaker tags, beta read by @broken-stardust!

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it started as a small gesture, nothing to think about really.

the two of you had found yourselves wandering from store to store, spencer having decided that it had been too long since he'd spoiled you. his paycheck was anything but small, having finally achieved the position of unit chief, and in celebration, it was only fair he spoiled the girl who'd been by his side on his way up the bau food chain.

his hands had made their way into your back pockets as the two of you walked into the lingerie store, his personal favorite store in the whole mall.

it was a small gesture, just a simple way he could have his hands on you while remaining inconspicuous. but somewhere in the mix of the sexy energy radiating throughout the lingerie store and your slight hand kink, this tiny action had you nearly weak in the knees. spencer had clearly noticed the way your breath was hitching in your throat—not to mention the flush that had spread across your nose and cheeks—but had decided against addressing it. probably just to make you even more needy, you reckoned. instead, his hands parted from your waist, a tiny kiss meeting the exposed skin of your neck.

if you hadn't been blushing before, you would've turned the color of a freshly-picked tomato after that.

"hey, baby?" he asked, innocence coating his words when he spoke. "i'm gonna go look at something really fast but you pick out whatever you want, yeah?"

without giving you time to respond, he parted from you, heading toward another section of the store. your mind wondered where he'd needed to go by himself, but you shrugged it off, turning back to the lacy pink set you'd been eyeing moments before.

you grabbed three different sets before making your way to the dressing room, catching a glimpse of spencer at the checkout counter. your brows furrowed as you thought about what he might be buying without your knowledge, but you couldn't deny you loved the idea of a surprise.

you pulled the curtain closed behind you before starting to slide off your clothes, first trying on the prettiest black satin bra you'd ever seen.

spencer's deep voice startled you as he slid behind the curtain, his body all but melding to yours due to the confined space. his breath was hot on your shoulders as he whispered, "didn't mean to scare you."

your breath hitched again. "no, it's okay, love," you reassured him.

he kissed the crook of your neck as his hands wandered up your body, palms stopping at your bra-clad breasts and cupping them like they were made to do exactly that. "just needed to get a sneak peak at all the pretty things my baby's getting for us."

your eyes met his in the mirror. "do you like this one?" you managed to ask, your chest clearly breathing harder than normal.

"'s very pretty," he answered, lips meeting your neck again. "it'll look even prettier on our bedroom floor, though."

you were convinced he'd stolen all the breath from your lungs when he moved one hand from your breast to the fastening, unhooking it with barely two flicks of his index finger. and when his lips grazed your ear and he whispered, "i got you a surprise. you wanna see?" your head was spinning so hard, it felt like you'd just stepped off the tilt-a-whirl.

after you managed to respond, he reached into the little white bag he'd brought along, pulling out a pretty, little clit sucker that you may or may not have been hinting you wanted. your eyes flickered from the toy up to his gaze, his normal honey-colored eyes now bordering on jet black. "spencer-" your protest got caught in your throat, and you cursed your body for giving away your hidden motive. of course you wanted him to use that on you right there in the dressing room, but he couldn't know that.

he began opening the package, internally thanking the maker of the toy for deciding on easy-to-open packaging. "just wanna see if it's charged," he reassured you. "might let you try it out on the car ride home if you feel up to it."

you were extremely grateful you hadn't tried on any panties yet, or else you might've ruined them before even buying them. you felt dizzy, and when spencer spun you around in one swift motion, the feeling increased tenfold.

he clicked the 'on' button, and the toy immediately came to life, so to speak. "let there be light," he smirked when the buttons glowed.

spencer's lips connected to the pulse point of your neck, like the perfect lock and key. "do you want me to use this on you?" he asked, his one hand palming at you through the satin.

"please," you said, though it was closer to a whimper.

his fingers crooked under the waistband of your now soaked panties, beginning to tug them down your body. "good girl."

your mouth fell into an open 'o' as the toy connected to your clit, a sensation you weren't quite used to but couldn't deny you were enjoying already. your head lolled back, your eyes falling closed as you settled into the vibration. spencer, however, didn't seem as pleased when he met you with a low, "who said you were finished trying on your new outfits?"

glassy eyes met dark ones as your gazes connected again. "how am i supposed to-"

"just because you can't try on the panties doesn't mean you can't try on the top pieces," he argued. and with that, he reached around you and grabbed another one of the lingerie tops. "here you go, baby."

just as you reached for the lacy fabric in his hand, the vibration of the toy increased, eliciting a quiet moan from your lips. "fuck," you whimpered, "how am i supposed to try things on when you do stuff like that?"

he clicked his tongue disapprovingly. "now, that's no way to talk to your daddy, especially not when he's taking such good care of you and spoiling you today."

your eyes darted away, but his free hand met your chin, pulling your face up to meet his. "do i need to punish you? show everyone in this store what a bad girl you're being right now?"

you shook your head, even though you secretly wanted exactly what he was talking about. reluctantly, you tugged on the lacy bralette, the sheer fabric not leaving anything to the imagination.

he pulled your face towards his once again, meeting you with a kiss so hard, you knew your lips would be swollen afterward. "i like this one," he said against your mouth, his tongue dipping inside it at the end of his statement. you were almost positive there were tiny crescent moons dug into your cheeks when he pulled away, glancing down to the bra you'd just tried on. "ok, next one."

and just as you suspected, the second you tried to pull the bralette off, he increased the vibrations a second time.

"fuck, how do expect me to-"

you immediately regretted the tone you'd just used. "baby, you know what happens when you cop an attitude with me," he reminded you. yes, you did know, and maybe somewhere in the back of your mind, that's why you'd copped the attitude in the first place. "bad girls have to be punished."

his hand met your throat, wrapping around it with delicious pressure. "now, take. it. off."

you managed to get the bra off, his hand releasing just long enough for you to remove the fabric, but meeting you with harder force when it reconnected. his nails dug into your skin, and you moaned at the contact.

his eyes darted to the last piece you hadn't tried on yet, a demanding expression settling on his face. "go ahead. put it on. that one's daddy's favorite."

forget the air being knocked out of your lungs. when he spoke to you like that and gave you that look, you'd just as soon assume you didn't have lungs in the first place. your orgasm was close, but you knew it wouldn't be that easy. and maybe that's why your lips decided to betray you by taunting, "i can't."

"can't or don't want to?" he rebutted, an eyebrow cocking. you knew you'd stayed quiet a beat too long when that eyebrow came down and met the other in an angry furrow.

he scoffed, moving his hand from your neck to your wrist, manhandling you in the way you usually dreamed of. "you're being an ungrateful brat, you know that?" of course you did. "now i have to punish you when all i wanted was to pamper you."

he forced your hand around the handle of the toy, shooting you a look that said, no touching. in swift motions he turned the vibrations up to the highest setting, met your neck with even harder force, and somehow managed to put on the last bra with one hand.

"are you gonna be a good girl now?" he growled, so low you barely heard it.

you somehow nodded, but you should've known that wasn't good enough. spencer repeated his question, slightly louder. loud enough to have you worried the person in the next dressing room over could hear him. you managed a breathy, "yes," as just as you did your orgasm started to hit.

spencer must've noticed your blissed-out eyes, pulling the toy away from your clit immediately. "bad girls don't get to cum," he reminded you, releasing his hold on your neck.

the lack of pressure had you dizzy, falling into his chest as you tried to catch your breath. his lips planted a soft kiss on your hair, his hands grabbing hold of your waist. "aww, is my baby all worn out after doing so much work?" he teased, palm landing on the curve of your ass with a firm slap.

you met him with soft, glassy eyes when your bottom lip puckered out. "can you help me get dressed?" you said sweetly, like you hadn't been the biggest brat to him not three minutes ago.

"well," he said, smacking your ass again, "i suppose, since you asked nicely."

-> taglist: @rupsmorge @writer-in-theory @broken-stardust @reidselle @dungeons-are-too-cold

[heavendear32]

Something There — B.c

Pairing: BangChan X female reader

Summary: you have been friends with Chan since you were kids, always been there through thick and thin and you love him (as more than a friend) but Chan never noticed. When Chan gets a new job, your feelings and relationship with Chan are on the line.

Genre: angst, fluff, friends to lovers, kinda a slow-burn

Warnings: angst, fluff at the end, Lee know and Hyunjin are mentioned in this, mentions of death (lee know makes a joke about cigarettes k!lling him), cigarettes, Lee know and reader share a cigarette, crying, unrequite love in the beginning, Chan is oblivious to reader’s flirting/feelings.

Note: I have been working on Eros radio, this week is finals so I’m super busy but I will be posting Eros radio again and also this is my first skz fic so I hope you guys enjoy it:)

If soulmates were real, you were sure it was Chan. He had always been there since you were kids, through every heartbreak and achievement. You couldn’t complain, you loved Chan and he was the best friend you could ever have but you always felt like there was more in between you and him. Small actions and lingering touches told you different then what Chan said.

“I just feel like I’m not appreciated there.” You complained to Chan

“Then you should quit, and they’d realize that they lost their best employee.” Chan replied shrugging

“Chan, I know that you quit your last job and immediately got hired again but it doesn’t work for all of us.” You rolled your eyes. Chan laughed and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “Well I’ll walk down there, bust into your boss’s room and say ‘listen here, Y/n is an amazing hardworking woman and I’ll be damned if you don’t treat her with the level of respect she deserves’”

You laughed as Chan talked, he always seemed to know what to say to make you feel better. Something that you were never able to find in someone else, along with being funny and just someone you always wanted to be around.

“Talking about jobs, I applied for a new job.” Chan added

“I thought you were happy with this job?” You asked confusedly

“I am but the one I applied for it’s my dream job and I just know that if I didn’t even apply that I’d regret it my entire life.” He sighed

You knew that feeling, better than Chan probably thought. You continued walking down the street, heading to the cafe you usually went to.

“Chan?” A voice called and made Chan stop.

With his arm still around you, he turned and smiled seeing an old friend. Chan pulled from you and hugged the man, you smiled and stood close to Chan as he reunited with an old friend before the man’s eyes flickered to you.

“Is this your girlfriend?” He asked referring to you making you blush

“Oh this is my best friend, Y/n.” There was reality to make your fantasy come crashing down but Chan’s hand on your back gave you hope

Hope that lasted you weeks through your boring job and horrible love life. Dropping hint and hint trying to make it obvious but you weren’t sure how much more obvious you could make it.

“I’m Hyunjin, Chan you’re friends with such a pretty woman but you haven’t made her yours. How is that?” Hyunjin said making you laugh

“I know, Chan really dropped the ball.” You joked as you stared at Chan, he laughed and just pulled you closer to him

Chan said goodbye to his friend before you and him started off again. Your mind still stuck on that comment but you sighed.

“Anyways, my job is having a get together and I was wondering if you wanted to be my plus one?” It should’ve been so obvious, the question, the way you looked at him but Chan just smiled innocently at you. “Yeah sure, is it a formal party?”

That’s how you found yourself standing outside, as Chan was inside having fun and meeting all your colleagues. You were originally there with him but after so many times of being asked if you and Chan were dating and your best friend shutting them down, you needed to clear your head.

“Where are you going?” Chan asked grabbing your arm

“Outside, I just need some air. You continue to have fun, I’ll be back in a bit.” You told him and started to pull from his grasp, you wanted him not to let go of you.

You wanted him to pull you back into him and confess that he loved you and that he always was there for you but he just let go of your arm letting you walk away. You leaned against the wall feeling like you wanted to cry.

“Hey.” A voice besides you made you jump

You turned your head to see your friend and colleague, Lee Know standing next to you.

“Hey.” You replied watching as he took out a cigarette and lazily placed it between his lips

“I didn’t know you still smoke.” You turned to him as he lit it up.

Lee Know shrugged and took a long drag before blowing out the smoke, “trying to kill myself faster.” He joked, you laughed a bit and hit his shoulder as he asked. “So why aren’t you up there with your boytoy?”

“He’s not my boytoy.” You sighed and mumbled out the last part. “He’s made that extremely clear.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Give me that cigarette.”

You reached your hand out and Lee Know happily passed it to you, a smirk popped on his face as you took a puff.

“Y/n, the goody-two-shoes sharing a cigarette with me. You’ve hit rock bottom.” Lee Know said

You sighed and passed it back to him, “I’ve made it so blindly obvious but every time I think Chan reciprocates my love, he sucker punches me back into the friend-zone.”

“You can’t torture yourself over some boy who doesn’t like you back.”

You nodded knowing he was right, “it’s easy said then done Lee Know. Especially when he’s my best friend.”

“It’s better to just tell him then let it eat you up. I know any man is a fool to pass you up.” He took one last drag on the cigarette before letting it fall to the ground and stamping it out

You sighed and watched as he walked back inside, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You walked back into the building, the sound of laughing filled the building and Chan smiled walking up to you.

“Hey there you are.” He said

“Can we go home?” You asked

His smile faded, “Yeah, are you okay?”

You nodded, “yeah I’m just tired.”

Chan dropped you off at your house and for the next couple of days, you tried to ignore Chan. Pushing your feelings down and him away, it worked but Lee Know’s words were in the back of your mind ‘it’s better to just tell him then let it eat you up’. You knew he was right so you found yourself in front of his door.

Chan quickly opened up his door smiling at you and inviting you in as he said, “I was just about to come over to your place.”

You sat down on his couch fidgeting with your hands, “Chan I need to tell you something.”

“Me too, but you can go first.” He replied as you took a deep breath but as you opened your mouth nothing came out so you said, “why don’t you go first.”

Chan nodded, “okay, well you know my dream job that I applied for? Well I got it.”

“What! That’s amazing when did you hear?” You exclaimed forgetting about what you came here to say celebrating with your friend.

“About a couple days ago when you went out during the party. I was going to tell you but you wanted to go home. Anyways, the thing I wanted to tell you is that if I took it I’d have to move and I’d have to leave tomorrow.” Chan’s voice went soft at the last part

You let out a soft ‘oh’ as Chan nodded but his posture perked up.

“I wanted to ask you if you would come with me-I’ve done research and found a apartment that would be perfect for the two of us, it’s a nice city, and you would have to quit your job but I bet we could find you a better job. So what do you say Y/n?”

You sat there for a second stunned about what you were just hearing, it would be perfect if you weren’t in the predicament of liking your best friend who never liked you back.

“You want me to quit my job and leave my life behind by tomorrow to move to a different city where I know no one and have no family or a job?” You asked slowly and he nodded. “I bet there’s jobs you’d like there and even if you couldn’t, I make enough money to support both of us.”

You chuckled a bit before saying, “no.”

“No? Why no?” Chan asked confused he was sure you would say yes

“Because Chan.” You said and got off the couch trying to walk away

“Because why? Tell me Y/n?” He grabbed your arm now he wasn’t letting you leave

“Because I love you Chan, it’s so blindly obvious but you don’t see it. I’ve loved you for years and have given you everything of me but I can’t do that anymore and not get anything in return. I’ve never told you and never left you because I’ve always told myself that maybe you confess or ask me out tomorrow and then tomorrow comes and you haven’t so I keep telling myself that tomorrow with be the day and there could be something there between us. I have been doing that for years Chan, I’ve made it as obvious as I can and I’ve been torturing myself that way so I know you don’t share my feelings and I’m okay with that but I cannot live in this lie anymore so I wish you luck with your new life. Goodbye Chan.”

You finished and pulled from Chan, walking to the door leaving your best friend alone. Tears streamed down your face as you got into your car and drove away.

You knew what Chan was talking about when he said about regretting something for the rest of his life, you regretted staying up late for Chan, regretted clearing plans you had made to be with Chan, regretted loving Chan so deeply when he barely requited your feelings, just regretted torturing yourself for years over a boy who didn’t love you back.

Chan barely slept that night, packing for tomorrow as well as your words kept him up. He tossed and turned but finally the sun came crashing in and Chan got up and started his routine.

Get up, text you good morning….scratch that one off, take a shower, wash face, brush teeth and hair, get dressed, meet you to get coffee I’ll just forget that one. Screw it! I’ll just stay home until I have to leave and so that’s Chan did. Some people came over to say goodbye to Chan and he texted the others who didn’t come over until he had said goodbye to everybody important….but you. Chan wanted to call you but he was scared so he left without telling you goodbye.

Chan sat in the station, lonely. He was never expecting to come here alone and just like him, you sat lonely in your house trying to get use to the silence that would now always be here. Chan hated this, not being able to talk to his best friend and everything reminded him of you.

“Chan you should totally win me that stuffed koala.” Chan remembered you begging him

“I got these balloons and these flowers for you because they’re your favorite color.” Chan remember giving them to you watching as a huge smile covered your face

A sad smile ran over his face at the memories but faded as quickly as it came. Just behind him were two kids, a boy and a girl, giggling as they ran the boy ran farther ahead.

“Wait for me!” The girl called

“Wait! Chan don’t leave me.” A young you yelled and stopped as tears came to your eyes

A young Chan stopped, his smile fell as he looked at you behind him. Quickly Chan ran back to you.

“Don’t leave me.” You cried again sniffling and wiping your face

“I’m not going to leave you, I’ll always be here.” Chan comforted you

“Forever?” Your crying lessened as you looked up at the boy

Chan nodded, “forever.”

“Last call for boarding!” The announcer called

Chan got up holding onto his bag and boarded onto the train. He sat down and sighed, getting ready for a long ride ahead putting in his earphones as he looked out the window watching a teen couple laugh and the girl rested her head on his shoulder just as a certain song came on.

“I can’t believe she dumped you right before the dance. That’s just low.” You shook your head as Chan told you a story. “Well good thing you have me.”

Chan laughed as he led you into the gym where the dance was being held. The sound of music blared in the gym and couples littered the floor as they danced. You pulled him over to the drinks hand one to Chan, they talked for a bit before you disappeared onto the dance floor dancing to a upbeat song.

Chan watched his best friend until a slower song started and everyone paired up. He slowly moved to you holding out his hand, “may I have this dance?” He asked as you giggled and took his hand

Chan pulled you closer and started dancing, his eyes locked on you not being able to look away.

“Y/n I have to tell you something.” Chan whispered

“Hmm?” You hummed smiling

“We’ve been friends forever and I always want to be there with you b-b-but t-that not what I-I have to say. Y/n I-“ just then the song stopped and two other people walked up to you and Chan

You hugging them as Chan was left standing there with two words left on his tongue.

“I love you Chan—“ you voice rang out yelling those words at him. “I know you don’t share my feelings and I’m okay with that but I cannot live in this lie anymore”

“That’s not true.” Chan whispered. “I love you.”

Chan jumped up out of his seat, grabbing his stuff and racing off the train before it could pull out of the station. You sat on your couch, alone and miserable not knowing who to talk to.

“It hurts.” You mumbled to yourself. “I feel empty and so lonely.”

The soft ticking of your clock was the only company until there was a rapid knocking on your door. Your eyebrows furrowed as you got up and walked to your door, opening it up you saw the last person you wanted to see.

“Chan?” You asked. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be on your train?”

Chan stood in front of you, he dropped his bag and gulped. “Yeah I am, sorry I’m out of breath I ran all the way here from the train station.”

“That’s 13 blocks away!” You exclaimed

Chan nodded, “I know but I had to tell you something. I’ve felt this way for a while and today almost leaving made me realize that I don’t want to lose you. Y/n, I love you.”

A smile covered your shocked face as you nodded, “I love you too.”

“Will you be my girlfriend?” Chan asked smiling

“Yes.” You answered as Chan cheered and pulled you closer hugging you tightly

When he pulled away Chan spoke again, “my adrenaline is pumping through my veins and I really want to kiss you, can I kiss you?”

You nodded and giggled before Chan cupped your cheeks and leaned forward pressing his lips against yours. There was something there between you and Chan, it just took both you and him a little bit to realize.

[faithinhome]

Neighbor Next Door - Stephen Strange x Female OC

18+ | minors dni

Summary: anna had always thought the doctor next door was attractive. and one interaction left her itching to get more of him.

Tags: age gap (25F & 40M), cheating (but not in the way you’d think), strong language, smut.

Chapter 15: The Same

anna had possibly the horniest dream she’d ever had in the longest time.

her brain was hooked on stephen even while she was sleeping.

they met. there was tension, so much tension. and then, they pretty much had sex the entirety of the dream until she woke up.

“jesus christ” she mumbled to herself as she awoke, hissing as the sting of the tattoo returned. she looked down “oh right.”

anna finally dragged herself out of the couch and headed to the bathroom, checking out her tattoo in the mirror. “shit, that’s actually really good.”

she bit her lip, grabbing her phone, contemplating.

she eventually gave in, groaning to herself as she headed to her bedroom and closed the door, as if there was anyone else in the apartment. she grabbed her vibrator with a sigh and went to stephen’s profile. “alright brain, i officially hate you.”

there was something about stephen. she could swear he was a part of some sort of an experiment god had going to test out some special pheromones because she was absolute obsessed with this man. not just mentally and emotionally. but physically and sexually too. everytime she was away from him, it was as if her body screamed out to be close to him again. she just wanted his skin on her at all times. she thought about all the times he was on top of her, the way his strong arms gripped her waist. the sounds that would leave his swollen lips as he thrusted into her. the feeling of him filling her up and hitting nerves like they’d been there just for him.

the way the sweat glistened down his skin, and everytime he called her a good girl.

“oh fuck” anna whimpered softly to herself, feeling her legs shake as she arched back slightly, gripping her bed sheets. “fuck stephen. fuck fuck fuck.”

anna lay there panting once she came down from her orgasm, looking back over at his picture, sighing. she eventually drifted right back to sleep, her muscles relaxed and eye lids heavy from the orgasm.

anna stirred later at noon, whining as she felt a headache coming on. alcohol may not impact her too much but sleeping in too late surely did.

she woke up and looked at her phone, tapping on it. it opened to a picture of stephen and she blushed, swiping away from his profile. maybe she missed him a bit too much.

she felt filthy and decided to get up and take a shower.

after her shower, she put on a tube top to make sure the tattoo didn’t rub against anything and healed properly. she also pulled on a pair of shorts and headed to the kitchen.

her damp hair fell down her shoulders as she started to make breakfast.

as the door bell rang, anna ran to it, seeing that it was stephen waiting on the other side.

she probably shouldn’t be so excited, she was still mad at him, but she couldn’t help the giddiness.

anna opened the door, trying her best to show no emotion.

“anna, i- oh.. h-hi” stephen fell short of words as his eyes landed on her. she looked absolutely ethereal. he swore she was the only person that could look good with wet hair.

“hey” anna blushed a little. she could feel and, clearly see the way stephen’s gaze was glued to her.

“i… i thought i’d come in person to explain” stephen mumbled softly, looking away so he’d be able to form words. “i just need you to know nothing really happened.”

anna shook her head. “and what does that mean? nothing really happened implies something else did happen.”

“okay, i” stephen sighed. he had to fess up and it didn’t seem like he was going to be invited in. “christine had been bugging me for a few days and i just uh. i guess i was lonely that night when she texted me again. and i did ask her to come over. and we um,”

fuck, he hated this.

“we did make out but that was it” he mumbled, still unable to meet anna’s eyes. “it just… it didn’t feel right. i realized i didn’t want to do it. it didn’t feel… good. so we just ordered take out and ended up talking, trying to see if we could patch things up but it led to a dead end. all we really did was that she insisted to stay the night and wear my shirt. and it honestly felt like she deliberately went out to answer the door and offer no explanation when she saw it was you that was outside.”

anna wanted to protest but wondered if it was fair for her to keep being mad. after all, they weren’t exclusive and he technically didn’t owe her anything.

“okay” anna’s voice was quiet. it still hurt to know that he would so easily crawl back to christine. she knew she was no competition for her. “i… i just. i don’t know. i know it wasn’t my place to say anything but i can’t help the way i feel. i can’t stop the… jealousy. it’s so stupid but i feel it.”

“no anna” stephen shook his head and met anna’s eyes. she’d always been honest about her emotions up front and maybe it was time that stephen did the same. “i feel the same. i should’ve told you this before. i feel exactly the same. i’ll be honest. the reason i left early was because i couldn’t stand seeing you with marc. and when you told him you wished that they could be more as well i thought i’d lost you. and that was the end of it. i felt so pathetically lonely and fucked up anna. the only reason i asked christine over was because i just i felt so pathetic. so i did the pathetic thing. she wanted me and i gave into that constant need i seem to have for validation. all to forget the pain gnawing at my chest. it’s so, so wrong but that’s the truth.”

anna let the words sink in as she watched stephen talk, he appeared so…small. she almost felt bad for him. she had a feeling being vulnerable like this was probably very hard for stephen. he couldn’t even hold her gaze anymore. she could tell he felt powerless.

“that’s what i did too” anna whispered. “when i went out with marc yesterday. but uh, nothing happened there either. and i… i, okay.”

she sighed loudly. “i said that to make you…jealous? i just… i’m sorry too. i didn’t think it would work. it just seemed like i was always the jealous one and i just wanted it to seem like well, not so pathetic. ”

stephen finally met her gaze. “it’s okay. i haven’t made any of this easy for you.”

anna looked down. “you- were you really that afraid of losing me? you know i’ll always be your friend.”

stephen stepped closer, aching to reach out but he felt like he’d lost the right to. “i know. but it scares me to think that that’s all you’ll ever be.”

anna bit down on her lip. “what do you mean?”

her voice was so small, it made stephen’s heart melt. “i can’t stop thinking about you, anna. and not just when it comes to hooking up. when i’m alone, i find myself wanting to be with you. to listen to you talk, to hear your laugh. you have one of the brightest most creative minds ever. i love listening to your ideas, your jokes. any time spent with you feels like quality time. i like you a little more than a friend might.”

anna looked up to meet his gaze. “i just… i’m sorry, it’s a little hard for me to believe.”

“why is that so?”

“it was just so easy for you to have christine over yesterday and it just… doesn’t make sense.”

stephen stepped back, feeling immense guilt. “i know. i’m sorry i screwed this up.”

“well thanks for coming over to explain” anna spoke softly. she so badly wanted to wrap her arms around him and call him hers. she wished christine never happened. she wished none of this was ever an issue. part of her just wanted to say fuck it and take him back.

but her ego held her back. she felt like she had to do this just to preserve her self respect.

“yeah… yeah no problem” stephen’s heart dropped. he figured there was no mending this. “um, i should go. thanks for hearing me out.”

“of course” anna smiled. “always. and stephen? we’re still friends, okay? i just need some time.”

“of course” stephen smiled sadly. “thank you.”

they said goodbye and anna closed the door, watching him leave through the peep hole.

she turned and leant her back against the door, sighing to herself.

“why does this have to be so complicated?”

a thought nagged at her, questioning if she should even believe him about christine? but she found it easier to believe stephen. she felt he’d always been honest, even if it meant hurting her. so that wasn’t necessarily something that she thought was worth pondering over. she went back to making her breakfast, and all she could think of was the sad look on stephen’s face when she turned him away.

***

stephen decided to reach out to sam.

usually, this would be nearly impossible for him to do. he felt like he’d progressed as a person ever since he’d been around anna. he was more open to expressing himself and letting people in.

asking sam for help had still felt really hard but after the way he’d poured his heart out today, he knew this wasn’t as intense.

and it really helped that sam seemed more than keen. he offered to come over.

stephen felt like anna had given him so much unknowingly. she didn’t deserve to hurt because of him.

to his surprise, sam brought over some snacks and gave stephen a hug as soon as he came over. “i’m so glad you reached out. let’s talk, buddy.”

they sat down on the couch, snacking on chips as stephen opened up to him.

“i get how tough this is” sam mumbled. “i don’t think she’ll be upset for long. she doesn’t let go of people and friends that easy.”

stephen nodded. “yeah but it’s more than that. i don’t know if she’ll ever trust me again.”

sam thought about it for a moment and spoke up. “stephen, can i ask you something?”

“go ahead.”

“do you wanna be with anna, like really be with her in an exclusive relationship?”

stephen found the courage to meet sam’s eyes. there was no use hiding from the truth. he’d already admitted it to himself and he’d practically admitted it to anna as well. “i- i do, sam. i really do.”

sam smiled. “sorry.” he grinned. “i just. i can’t hold it in. i’m trying to be unbiased and professional here but. oh fuck, you guys would be so cute together.”

stephen chuckled at sam’s enthusiasm. “i doubt she’ll ever trust me again.”

“it might take some time to build trust. but i should really tell you this. i think she wants to be with you too. but she’s confused, just like you were. this isn’t a conventional situation at all. but the more i talk to her, the more it seems like she…she really seems to like you, stephen.”

stephen’s eyes lit up. “you think so?”

“i’m trying not to give too much away about her feelings but” sam smiled. “i know so, stephen. i think you should pursue this. try and win her trust over again. okay, how about this? i’ll see what she has to say about this and i’ll give you the green light. but i’m pretty sure she wants to continue pursuing this. or well, you’ll have to pursue it a bit more because you gotta win her over.”

“i was planning on taking the lead, anyway.”

“oh yes!” sam clapped his hands excitedly. “okay buddy i know this feels like absolute shit right now. give yourself time to feel it, but when you feel a little light, try and see this as an opportunity to be even more romantic. swoon her. to be her knight in shining armor.” sam sighed dramatically. “oh, i love love.”

stephen laughed softly at that. “you’re making a lot of sense, actually. i’m already feeling better.”

“i’m glad i could help, buddy.”

“and i’m glad you’re my friend” stephen smiled, feeling extremely thankful for sam’s companionship.

“me too” sam smiled, winking at stephen. “gotta thank anna for being a total slut, or this wouldn’t have been possible.”

stephen’s brows shot up, he didn’t really know how to respond. “oh?”

“it’s cool” sam laughed. “she doesn’t mind. it’s a thing. but don’t you ever call her that. unless… she wants you too” he elbowed him suggestively.

stephen blushed and shook his head, laughing. “please for the love of god, stop talking.”

the two burst out into laughter.

***

stephen had received the “green light” as sam put it. he wondered what anna had said to sam precisely but sam hadn’t specified. he’d just said stephen was “free to pursue anna without coming off as a creepy weirdo.”

sam was totally right about seeing this as an opportunity. stephen was always a bit traditional, despite how he’d been behaving for a while with anna. he loved being a romantic. he loved being the one to ask someone out, to spoil them, to romance them.

he got to thinking. what should he start with? he didn’t know if he could ask her out yet. buying her something would just give the wrong impression.

it was probably better to give her some space to start with. some time to cool off and then he could try to get them to hang out again. he really hoped anna would forgive him soon. everything he’d told her was absolutely true. he always missed her company and was already starting to feel her absence.

stephen kept himself busy for a week or so. he wondered if it would be best to get together with sam and have anna be there? this way it wouldn’t be too overwhelming for her. and he could prove through his actions and the way he treated her how much he truly cared for her.

he would check her account regularly, his heart pounding as he anticipated any more posts with marc. thankfully, nothing popped up. but that didn’t mean nothing was happening behind the scenes. stephen was hoping nothing was going on. he didn’t want that son of a bitch getting to anna before he did.

on thursday night, after work, stephen made himself a bowl of cereal because he couldn’t be bothered with anything else. he was sat in front of his tv as he texted sam if they could hang out so he could be around anna.

sam’s response was quick. ‘i’ll think of something.’

stephen bit down on his lip as he contemplated his next question. would it be pushing a boundary to ask?

stephen: i know it’s really not my place to ask but is anna seeing marc?

the 5 minutes it took sam to reply felt like forever.

sam: sorry buddy. they’ve been hanging out a lot. but it doesn’t seem like they’re dating or anything.

stephen wished sam had added some extra detail, assuring him that they hadn’t… hooked up.

but he’d lost the privelege to ask.

that is, if he even had it in the first place.

sam: don’t worry armani suit. she still has the hots for you. i walked in on her scrolling through your profile yesterday. don’t tell her i ratted her out.

stephen laughed as he read sam’s text. was that how sam referred to stephen behind his back, too? stephen was a tad bit relieved to find out anna did exactly what stephen did as well. he just wished marc would go far far away from them.

stephen: thanks, man. take care of her. and yourself, too.

sam: you too. i’ll let you know if i hear something about marc.

stephen thanked sam once again, returning his attention to the TV, but the exchange was still running in the back of his head.

after some incessant rumination, stephen decided there was no use overthinking this. he would only find out anything once he got there.

stephen suggested that he take everyone to a nice place to eat and sam relayed the information that marc was probably going to tag along as well.

stephen hated the idea but he was willing to do whatever it took to make it up to anna.

he made a reservation at a nice italian place and also offered to pick everyone up on the way to the restaurant. however, sam told him that anna was probably going to arrive with marc.

now stephen didn’t know if this was happening because anna wanted to get back at stephen, if they were hooking up or if they were just back to being friends.

he just hoped what sam said was true and that he still had a chance.

this time, he wasn’t going to fuck this up. he was going to put his ego and self pitying aside and do whatever it took to get anna back.

her absence made him realize just what he was missing when she wasn’t around.

he always felt so … happy with her around. she was caring, and sweet. she was the best company he’d ever had in a while.

being around her always felt incredible. she had a way of making you feel really good about yourself and just happy to be there.

she was smart, funny and adorable. he loved her wit and the things she said. he could listen to her and gaze into her eyes all day.

he wanted to know so much about her and her deepest thoughts.

it was odd. being around her was comforting and yet he always felt this incredible rush. she was so beautiful he could never look away. her skin was so smooth, her smile so pretty, and her curves…

stephen snapped himself out of his thoughts. it was friday night and stephen had to get dressed to go pick everyone up. so as much as wanted to, he didn’t have the time to think about how hot anna was.

and then he thought about marc.

lucky fucking bastard.

stephen began to get dressed. he settled on a black button up and a pair of slim fit black pants. he unbuttoned the top button and rolled up his sleeves, checking himself out in the mirror.

he’d heard that women loved rolled up sleeves and anything black and he hoped anna would feel the same way.

he fixed his hair and left to get to his car, heart thumping in his chest. he was so excited yet anxious to see anna. he’d missed her and he knew she’d look fantastic tonight.

stephen swung by wanda’s place to pick her and sam up, since she was the closest to him. he recalled the time wanda had snooped in on him and told anna. he knew they were best friends but he’d found that kind of behaviour quite disrespectful. but he’d decided to let it pass this one time and address it if something like that happened again.

“stephen, hey!” sam flashed a smile at him as he opened the door before getting inside the passenger seat. wanda got in at the back and greeted stephen, thanking him for picking her up.

“you guys look great” stephen beamed before making sure everyone was seated and comfortable and driving to the restaurant.

they arrived at the place and saw that anna and marc were already waiting. he admired her as they walked toward the front door, quickly checking her out before they approached.

she had a beautiful pink dress on. it hugged her waist and then flowed down to her knees. the dress was low cut, exposing the tattoo she’d gotten a week ago. it was so hot.

stephen smiled as he approached the two. and all he could say was “hi.”

anna looked breathtaking. her hair flowed down to her shoulders and the red tinted gloss on her lips had stephen feeling all sorts of ways. he then noticed marc’s hand around her waist and it made his blood boil, but he kept his composure.

anna responded with a simple hi before walking over to hug sam and wanda. she seemed a lot happier to see them than she was to see him.

what he didn’t know was that anna was absolutely floored by how handsome stephen looked. the all-black look, the rolled up sleeves and the little peek of his chest, it was all way hotter than anna could handle.

it literally hurt to know she couldn’t reach out to touch him. but she had to seem a bit offstandish.

stephen tried his best but he couldn’t keep his eyes off anna. he kept stealing glances in her direction. when he ordered food, while eating, while he poured everyone water. anna had caught him a couple times, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t help but look in her direction once a while even though she wasn’t even engaging in conversation with him or looking in his direction.

it bothered him that she was ignoring him and paying so much attention to marc.

at one point, he watched them talk and noticed how in the middle of anna talking, marc got distracted by a woman that passed by, completely ignoring her. he noticed anna’s smile falter a little and looked away.

maybe now he knew why her and marc were never exclusive.

poor anna. it made him even angrier with marc.

what was he even hanging around her for if he couldn’t even pay attention to her when she talked?

was it not worthwhile to listen to a woman when she talked and give her your full attention? he didn’t understand why guys did so many not too subtle things that were actually really disrespectful. maybe it was because they always got away with it.

knowing that, he couldn’t stop himself from what he did next.

“marc i think anna’s trying to tell you something” stephen cleared his throat. anna glanced over at stephen and then back at marc, her cheeks warming.

“what? oh yeah yeah” marc turned and looked at anna. “he was listening to… what was it? an old album?”

“i said he was reading- never mind.”

“oh come on, tell me. don’t do that.”

stephen rolled his eyes and looked away, catching sam looking at him.

sam raised a brow at him and gave him a thumbs up, mouthing, “daddy.”

stephen smiled and shook his head, trying to hold back a laugh.

anna was still blushing from the way stephen swooped in and demanded attention from marc. he was such a man.

she looked over at stephen, quickly looking away when their eyes met.

stephen gazed down at his food when anna looked away, upset that she refused to even hold his gaze for more than a second.

“so stephen, how long have you been working as a doctor?” wanda spoke up.

stephen was a little surprised because wanda hardly ever spoke to him.

“oh, uh…for like a decade?” stephen murmured. “i’ve been doing it for a while now.”

“oh that’s cool. what made you want to be a surgeon?”

“oh um” stephen put down his spoon, his demeanour changing. “i just wanted to… help people.”

he didn’t think he could talk about his sister here in front of everyone.

“that’s so honourable” wanda smiled and stephen looked up, returning her smile. “i’m just curious, what’s the process for the kind of cases you get? because from what i know, you’re one of the best doctors around.”

“usually i get extreme cases” stephen responded thoughtfully. “or even cases deemed impossible. but i also do basic surgeries. really depends on our schedules.”

wanda nodded. “you ever… refused a case?”

stephen’s heart dropped at the question. it reminded him of a time he was even more arrogant than he was now. he would refuse cases that were too “simple” for him only because they brought him no glory. he would also refuse cases that were too risky so he wouldn’t mess up his perfect record. he’d lost his way down the line, forget the real reason he was in this profession to begin with.

he’d been too swayed by external attention and media validation. but he finally found his way back to himself, and worked on becoming a better person.

now that he was reminded of this, a disturbing thought occurred to him.

he wondered if anna would even want him if she knew?

“i uh… yes” stephen said. “again, sometimes there are… schedule conflicts. or sometimes i’m not the best fit for that particular situation.”

“hm funny” wanda nodded. “i just know you as the best of the best.”

stephen smiled, nodding. “you’re very kind. i’ve gotten a lot better, but i wasn’t always this way. it took a lot of practice.”

“i’m sure” wanda nodded.

anna was listening as well, trying to hold back a smile.

he really was the best of the best, huh?

was there any flaw that this man had? he seemed so… competent at everything.

everything except maybe keeping it in his pants.

and then it occurred to her.

all men were the same, weren’t they? no matter how “perfect” and accomplished they were.

the thought saddened her. she just didn’t want to be here anymore. she couldn’t believe she thought she had any chance with stephen even though now that she looked at it, he never gave her any signs that he wanted to be with her up until a week ago.

stephen noticed anna’s energy change. he wished he wasn’t sitting so far from her. she was on the opposite side, a seat to the left.

okay, maybe not too far but far enough.

he wanted to text her and ask if she was okay but he was still blocked and he didn’t know if texting her on her social media would be too much.

he decided eventually to try and engage her in conversation.

“how’ve you been, anna?” stephen asked her softly, gazing at her with adoration. he hoped she was okay.

anna looked up, surprised that stephen was talking to her.

she wanted to have an attitude with him but she also didn’t want to embarass him in front of everyone. “i’m okay.”

“how’s work coming along?”

“it’s good” anna smiled and nodded and stephen could tell it was fake. how had he let this get so out of hand?

“actually i think i’m gonna head out early.”

stephen blinked, his eyes widening. “oh? are you okay?”

“nooo stay!” sam protested with a pout.

anna laughed.

“my tummy’s a little upset” anna lied. “i’m just gonna head out. i’ll just pay my half-“

“don’t worry about it” stephen spoke up. “tonight was my treat.”

“i can pay for myself” anna stated, a little more firmly than she should’ve.

stephen was pretty embarassed. “i just wanted to give you all a treat.”

“okay yeah s-sorry.” anna spoke shakily. “thanks stephen. i’ll see you guys later.” she smiled at everyone and got up.

the vibe at the table had turned extremely awkward really fast. no one seemed to know what to say.

except for maybe sam.

“c’mere, give me hugs” sam extended his arms and stood up, hugging anna and wanda followed after, telling her to feel better.

marc just waved at her and said goodbye.

“that was weird” marc raised a brow.

stephen nodded and looked down.

marc glanced at him. “did you guys have a fight or something?”

“uh” stephen hesitated, letting out a soft chuckle to make it seem less serious. “a little argument. nothing too bad.”

“oh i’m sorry. i’ll try and calm her down when i speak to her again.”

oh because you know her so well.

“thanks” stephen faked a smile.

he couldn’t stop feeling bitter toward marc and the guy was nice to him.

sam tried to engage everyone in a conversation and all stephen could do was think about anna. he’d obviously blown this.

everyone seemed happy enough as the dinner came to an end and stephen dropped everyone off, including marc because he’d had some drinks.

at the very end, it was just him and wanda and the silence got really awkward.

“how’ve you been, wanda?” he decided to make some light conversation. he didn’t know too much about her. “how’s work coming along?”

it turned out he only had 2 questions up his sleeve to break uncomfortable silence. how are you, and how’s work?

“good and good” wanda smiled. “i mean work does get hectic sometimes but it’s been good. i enjoy it.”

“that’s good to know.”

“can i ask you something?”

“sure” stephen murmured, not sure what was coming next.

“how were you so okay with me and anna hanging out… despite the fact that you know, we hooked up?”

stephen blushed. “i’ll admit i felt jealous for sure. but i knew how important your friendship is. and i decided to deal with appropriately.”

“you’ve changed a lot, hm?”

stephen raised a brow. “what do you mean?”

“something tells me you weren’t always this…mature.”

“oh?” stephen‘s brows shot up. he didn’t know where this was heading.

“let’s be honest, why did christine cheat on you in the first place?”

stephen was taken aback and the question cut through his heart like a knife. “what do you mean?”

“i mean, women don’t just cheat for no reason.”

“are you implying it was because of something i did?” stephen was shocked at how insensitive wanda was being.

“i’m not implying anything, just curious.”

stephen stayed quiet, his jaw clenching. it seemed more and more as if wanda had it out for him. “i don’t want to talk about this.”

“why? what are you hiding?”

stephen was growing frustrated. what was with this interrogation? what was he hiding? what the fuck did that mean? he breathed a sigh of relief as he pulled up to her house, “good night, wanda.”

he didn’t look at wanda and didn’t see her smirk as she undid her seat belt. “goodnight, doctor.”

stephen finally looked at her as she walked away, his heart racing. what was with the tone?

what the fuck had just happened?

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a/n: a little bit of stephen pov for you all :) i hope you all enjoyed the chapter. at least anna didn’t get drunk this time! please let me know what you think. i’ve been super sick this week and completely out of it but i did my best !! :) see you all next week!

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Grailfinders #330: Martha (Santa)

today on Grailfinders we’re actually mealfinders! today we’re building Santa Martha! she’s still a monk, but Skadi’s rune magic has mixed things up a lot. now she’s a Mercy Monk, and since she had the literal bajesus zapped out of her, she’s a Shepherd Druid instead of a cleric. don’t ask why the Tarrasque is still hanging around, I’m pretty sure it doesn’t know either.

check out her build breakdown below the cut, or her character sheet over here!

next up: tai gong what? *blush emoji*

Ancestry & Background

I know changing these around doesn’t make too much sense, but just blame Skadi for all of that. I’d love to keep Martha a human, but there’s really no way to sneak Create Food and Water in without the Mark of Hospitality, and the only way to get that is to be a Halfling. I mean, she’s a child now, so that tracks? I guess? like all halflings you’re Lucky, letting you re-roll all natural ones one time. you’re also Brave, giving you advantage against being frightened. you saw a guy warping reality and claiming to be the son of god and went, “yeah I want to hang out with him”. you don’t get phased easily. you’re Ever Hospitable, giving you a d4 extra on all checks involving brewer’s supplies and cook’s utensils, which tracks. finally, you learn some extra magic! your Innkeeper’s Magic gives you prestidigitation, purify food and drink, and unseen servant, the latter two once per day, for free. you’re killing your food and picking it up off the ground, so yeah. good call on washing it before cooking with it. on top of all that, Halfling Nimbleness lets you squeeze through spaces taken up by anything bigger than you are- now too many cooks won’t spoil the broth!

you also get Spells of the Mark, adding a bunch of stuff to your spell list. again, we’ve got the whole list on the character sheet, but spoilers- Create Food and Water is a third level spell and also why we’re here at all.

also since this is pre-jeezy Martha, she’s a Folk Hero, not an acolyte. that means she gets proficiency in Animal Handling and Survival checks.

Ability Scores

tbh stat #1 probably should be something else but I made it Dexterity any way, since cooking takes a few levels to get and I’d rather like you to not die before we get there. given that Martha wears, at best, super light armor, you need some good dexterity. you can also use good Constitution, but we can chalk that one up to home-cooked meals. third up is Wisdom, since that tends to be the cooking stat (and we need it for multiclassing). that means your Charisma isn’t super high, but you’ve still got that girl-next-door charm to you. your Strength is middling since you’re not kicking ass for jesus yet, and we’re dumping Intelligence. you got your christianity zapped out of you in order to celebrate a christian holiday, and I cannot believe Skadi did a good job of messing with your brain.

Class Levels

1. Druid 1: starting as a monk probably would be smarter, but druids get more skill proficiencies I like, such as Insight and Medicine, and they also get Intelligence and Wisdom save proficiency to boot. on top of that, your Spells can include all sorts of things like Create Bonfire and Mending as cantrips, so now we have the basic big sister package complete- figuring out when a sibling’s lying, taking care of them (sickness and health editions), and your first way to cook, sort of.

you also get a bunch of first level spell slots, and you can prepare spells each day to rotate whatever one you want/ think will be useful. this means we don’t have to worry about having a 100% in-character spell list at any one time, so we’ll just go over the highlights in this build breakdown. that being said, we might not bring up every one, but healing spells are always a good menu item.

for now, Beast Bond will help you work together with Tarrasque, Create or Destroy Water will help you boil pasta and drain it super easily, and Entangle is an early version of big sister meddling to stop baddies from using their noble phantasms. if you need to flavor it, consider it a very creative use of a scarf or something to that effect.

also, you learn Druidic. it’s a language.

2. Monk 1: we’re going to stick around druid for the early game, at least until we start cooking, but I wanted to grab the monk multiclass real quick for the Unarmored Defense it brings, adding your wisdom modifier to your AC while not wearing armor. it’s not much, but every addition to your santa suit makes Christmas a bit less traumatic for the little ones. you also get Martial Arts, letting you make unarmed attacks using your dexterity and as a bonus action after attacking, and your unarmed attacks are d4s, but I mean. when are you ever going to use that?

3. Druid 2: okay, back in our usual stomping grounds. as a second level druid you can use Wild Shape, but obviously the slightly more in-character option is using those two charges per short rest on a Wild Companion instead, which lets you cast find familiar for free. it’s not as powerful as the usual Tarrasque, but I bet he can still help with cooking. don’t worry, we’ll get the full sized one eventually.

and by eventually I mean now. second level druids get their circle, and as a Shepherd, you can summon a Spirit Totem as a bonus action to spread christmas cheer, creating a holographic Tarrasque who comes packing a 30’ aura of good cooking smell to bolster your allies for a minute per short rest. obviously all options are dragons, but the book gives you three “animals” to pick from. the bear spirit gives chosen creatures temporary HP and advantage on all strength checks and saves. the hawk spirit lets you use your reaction to give an ally advantage on an attack, and you all have advantage on perception checks for free. finally, the unicorn spirit spreads out your healing power- whenever you cast a healing spell, any creature you wish in the aura gets some HP back as well.

you also know the Speech of the Woods! it’s a language! specifically, it’s Sylvan, but it also gives you the ability to talk to beasts. I’m pretty sure Tarrasque can already speak on his own, but in case he can’t, now he can.

4. Druid 3: third level druids get second level spells, Locate Animals or Plants will make your treks through the storage rooms of Chaldea a lot less annoying, and Summon Beast is our first battle-ready Tarrasque, though he’s definitely not as strong as the original yet.

5. Druid 4: fourth level druids can give their friends Guidance, another big sibling classic, but you also get your first Ability Score Improvement, which we’re using to become a Chef. with this feat, your Wisdom gets +1, and you gain proficiency with chef’s tools. more importantly, you can use said tools to cook snacks for the party on a short rest, giving them an extra 1d8 HP. you can also spend an hour on (or get for free over a long rest) a bunch of treats you can hand out to people. if they’re eaten within 8 hours as a bonus action, that creature gets temporary HP. it’s not a lot at later levels, but it is, if you’ll pardon the pun, flavorful.

6. Druid 5: fifth level druids get third level spells, so now you can Create Food or Water out of thin air. you can also Conjure Animals to summon a bigger Tarrasque, but free food is always a good selling point.

7. Monk 2: second level monks can use Ki, letting you spend some points to attack twice, dash, disengage, or dodge as a bonus action. each option costs one point, and you get a pool of points equal to your monk level each short rest. you also get Unarmored Movement, increasing how fast you can book it in a single turn. kitchens get busy during the holidays, you have to keep your eyes on just about everything!

you can also turn a weapon nearby into a Dedicated Weapon as long as you’re proficient with it, making it a monk weapon no matter what it really is. that doesn’t matter much now, but it’s how you’ll be able to use your dexterity to hit people with cookware.

8. Monk 3: third level monks can Deflect Missiles as a reaction, reducing incoming damage from flying fruits or throwing knives. if you reduce the damage to 0 this way, you can even spend ki to throw it back! third level is also when we start showing Mercy to our foes with Hands of Healing. as an action, you can spend a ki point to heal someone with a touch(ing display of kindness by giving them food). you can also replace one of your flurry of blows attacks with this healing for free. if you’d rather give out rotten food, that’s a bad christmas party, but also you can use Hands of Harm to add necrotic damage to an attack once per turn.

9. Monk 4: fourth level monks can be caught by Tarrasque, reducing their falling damage with a Slow Fall. you also get another ASI, which we’re using to become a Tavern Brawler. that feels a little too OG Martha, but it’s the only way to get improvised weapon proficiency so you can turn cookware into battle gear. you can also grapple people using your bonus action if you hit them with a fist or a pan that turn.

10. Monk 5: fifth level monks can make an Extra Attack each turn, and you can make your melee attacks Stunning Strikes by, you guessed it, spending ki points. we’ve all seen Tom & Jerry, we know how getting hit in the face with a frying pan works.

11. Druid 6: now we’re pretty much done with your physicality, so let’s get back to cooking! sixth level shepherds are Mighty Summoners, granting your beast and fey summons extra HP and magical attacks, bringing them a lot closer to our draconic goals.

12. Druid 7: seventh level druids get fourth level spells- Confusion is our greatest meddling yet, throwing enemy strategy into complete disarray- any creature caught in its radius needs to make a wisdom save, and if it fails it starts doing stuff at random. also, if you find the regular Tarrasque out in the world, try using Dominate Beast on it. it won’t work, but at least you tried.

13. Druid 8: use this ASI to round up your Dexterity and Constitution for more AC and more health. my ma always said, “never trust a cook with less than 10 constitution.”

14. Druid 9: ninth level druids get fifth level spells. now we can Summon Draconic Spirit to get a proper Tarrasque on the battlefield! he’s still mostly supposed to be helping you cook though, so maybe consider using the less expensive spells unless you really need to.

15. Druid 10: Tenth level shepherds have a Guardian Spirit, which means whenever a creature you summoned ends its turn in your spirit totem, they regain HP. so now Tarrasque and Hatsune Miku Tarrasque have some synergy, go team. also you get a cantrip so… Frostbite? keep the food cold?

16. Druid 11: we’re all used to the song and dance by now, but the only sixth level spell we really want or care about here is Heroes’ Feast. it’s literally making food, it increases max HP, keeps people from getting frightened, and it’s MAKING FOOD.

17. Druid 12: last ASI, bump up your Wisdom. now you can spell good, but tbh it’s not that big a deal since most of your magic is here for healing, summons, or buffs anyway. still, now your perception is better, which means you can taste better, probably.

18. Druid 13: thirteenth level druids get seventh level spells, but by now there’s really nothing we’d want aside from using the bigger slots for bigger Tarrasques. I mean there’s Regenerate if you really want more healing, but I doubt Martha’s soup is so good it can regrow arms. I’m not confident to that that 100% until the end of the event, but it’s unlikely!

19 Druid 14: a fourteenth level shepherd has Faithful Summons- once a day when you hit 0 HP you automatically cast Conjure Animals at max level for free, creating four CR2 beasts to protect you for an hour. that’s right, if you faint in the kitchen Tarrasque, Tamamo Cat, Beni-Enma, and Jeff all appear to help out. it’s like a christmas miracle!

20. Druid 15: it’s an eighth level spell slot, which means your draconic Tarrasque is as powerful as he’ll ever be!

Pros & Cons:

Pros:

like I mentioned in the Okuni build, having a character gimmick that requires materials from the world around you adds plenty of new excuses to go on adventures. while cooking probably won’t be as in-depth as building a combat robot, it’s still an additional way to interact with the world, and talking about food all the time will make the DM hungry, and thus more susceptible to snack-based bribes.

while you’re not the most powerful healer we’ve made, you’re probably one of the most economical. thanks to your unicorn aura, you can burn a first level spell slot to heal up a bunch of creatures at once, probably around or above 60 HP in total, or even more when you start throwing summons into the mix.

speaking of, while the in-character option is always to summon the one biggest thing you can as a Tarrasque stand-in, that still gives you the option of summoning large groups of small creatures, making your healing even more effective and skewing the action economy in your favor. just make sure you keep on top of everything so the DM doesn’t get too mad.

Cons:

the best way to summon Tarrasque is to make him a Dragon, and our dragon summon has 0 synergy with your shepherd effects. unless your DM is okay with giving you a massive power boost for no reason, don’t expect that to change any time soon.

we also don’t do much in the late game. most players don’t get that far anyway, so it probably won’t be a big deal, but if you do get to the higher levels you might want a build that utilizes the big bad spell levels more effectively.

your Bonus Actions are absolutely packed, making it hard for you to multitasks. will you move your aura around to keep it centered on allies, or dash to keep up yourself, or use flurry of blows, or a spell, or- there’s a lot of plates you have to keep spinning, is what I’m trying to say.

[autiacorart]

wesper post CK short fic

651 words, enjoy :)

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The security and comfort were strange to Wylan now, since his father had torn them off of him so long ago. Wylan was almost sure he would never be able to relax again, feel safe in his father’s home, his own home, ever. And yet the worst was over, his father locked up waiting for the trial, his mother coming in soon; there was nothing he should be worried about now.

Except maybe his relationship with Jesper.

They had kissed just once and already lived together. It’s not like Wylan would mind kissing much more, there were not many occasions for it yet though, but wasn’t living together proceeding too fast? Of course the mansion was a safe space for Inej and anybody of the Crows if it was needed, but he hadn't kissed Inej or the other Crows. It didn’t feel complicated. She also hadn’t promised him to stay by his side to run the business and read for him, like Jesper. What did that make him? A business partner? A flatmate?

A lover?

Wylan blushed at the same thought of it. It sounded so beautiful and intimate. Were they lovers? But they had only kissed once!

He felt a gaze on him so he looked up from the papers he was blankly staring at, seeing Jesper’s pretty mischievous gray eyes shining with delight.

“I love when you turn pink,” he said and Wylan turned red. “Were you thinking of me?”

“How long do you want to stay with me?” he blurted out, immediately revealing his biggest fear, knowing Jesper was too wild of a soul to carry on a calm domestic life with a boy he kissed once. He had probably kissed many boys and girls already. What was so special about Wylan?

Jesper’s look was soft and it made Wylan’s heart beat fast. Not like it wasn’t running at a stupid rate already. Damn, he would need a healer soon.

Jesper took a chair and sat next to Wylan’s desk. He leaned in, reaching for his hand. His hands were warm and surprisingly delicate. Wylan loved the difference in their skin tones. 

“For as long as you’ll need me,” he replied, looking serious, his eyes so fond that it almost made Wylan choke.

What if it’s forever?

“Are you proposing?” Jesper beamed and Wylan realized he said that out loud. Oh, saints. “Not so fast, sweet boy, we haven’t even had a proper date yet.”

Wylan didn’t know what to say to that, he made this trap for himself. His ears burned red like the peonies growing in his garden.

“You’re too good for me,” Wylan whispered, lowering his eyes. There were adventures awaiting Jesper that Wylan couldn’t provide here, in his calm mansion surrounded by flowers. There would always be something lacking and one day Jesper might become bored. He’d be unhappy and unsatisfied but bound by the promise he made to Wylan.

“I’m not good, I’m not even enough,” Jesper said silently, his fingers tracing Wylan’s pale knuckles delicately. “But I’ll do anything to not make you embarrassed by calling me a friend.”

Wylan backed out his hand to cup Jesper’s charming face into his palms. His gray gaze was so raw and sincere, Wylan needed a moment to speak out, his throat tight.

“Jes… I would never feel embarrassed by you. You’re more than enough. You’re everything.”

Jesper stared at him silently, lips parted, deep red covering his cheeks. He leaned in more and brought Wylan into a kiss.

“Are you sure you're not proposing?” Jesper smiled into his mouth and Wylan chuckled quietly, eyes almost filled with tears. His heart couldn’t take this much happiness.

“I’d do it better, with flowers and fireworks,” he said and kissed Jesper’s perfect lips again.

They had barely kissed twice and were already talking about marriage. Truly they were a lost cause.

“It’ll be a bomb, I’m sure.”

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After finishing Crooked Kingdom I felt like I HAD TO write some short fluff. English is not my first language but my friend Alina checked out the grammar for me. There’s never enough of wesper fluff <3

[always-anxious612]

Close Calls Ch. 2

This is the last chapter of this but I may do more of this au in the future! Also please don't judge me for my accuracy lol. I only did surface-level research on wounds and infections :')

Description: The infection grows more serious, and Virgil has to drag Roman to the clinic before it gets any worse. Unfortunately, he doesn't quite succeed. In other words, Roman is stubborn, Virgil is tired, and everything goes wrong.

Genre: hurt/comfort

Pairings: Prinxiety, Logicality

Warnings: panic attack, injuries mentioned, infections, homophobia menntioned, crying (let me know if I missed something or if you want something tagged!)

Word Count: 5,360

Chapter 1

The next day, I woke up a bit late, and, after hurriedly getting ready, began my duties as usual hoping Logan wouldn’t notice I was late. Logan was already in the clinic, as always, but this time Lord Patton was there as well. Thankfully, his presence saved me from a lengthy lecture. Patton was a well-known Lord in the castle, famous for his kindness and friendliness. Plus, he and Roman were pretty close as far as I could tell. Well, as close as a visiting Lord and a prince who only saw each other in formal spaces could be, I guess. They seemed to get along well is what I’m trying to say. Everyone at the castle loved him, though to be honest. Recently, I’d noticed he’d been visiting the castle more frequently and staying for longer periods of time, making a point to visit the clinic and say hello when he did. It had gotten to the point where he insisted that I call him Patton and drop the formalities while we were in the clinic. Logan had seemed to drop the formalities with him long ago.

“Um, good morning, my Lord,” I greeted Patton, still not quite being able to break the habit quite yet and trying to run a hand through my hand to make my bedhead more presentable. What so sue me, I didn’t have time to fix it that morning. I’d been up all night worrying about a certain prince.

“Oh, hi, Virgil! Good morning!” Patton grinned brightly. Ugh, how did he have so much energy so early in the day. I’d never understand morning people.

“I told you to just call me Patton, kiddo. No need to be so formal,” he added, coming over to ruffle my hair. Welp, guess fixing it had been pointless. Sometimes, I wondered if he knew we were the same age or if he just called everyone kiddo. From what I knew of him it was probably the latter.

“Um, right, so uh, is everything ok?” I questioned, awkwardly clearing my throat. “I—I mean, you’re not sick or anything, right?”

Sure, he’d been showing up here for a while now on his visits, but it never hurt to make sure. This was a clinic after all.

“Oh, no, no,” Patton assured, walking back over to Logan. “Just checking up on my two favorite physicians!”

“I’m still a nurse, technically,” I reminded him, though I couldn’t help but relax at his friendliness.

“Oh, Virgil, I meant to tell you. Today, you have the day off,” Logan finally spoke up, looking up from the papers he had been flipping through on his desk. So much for worrying about being late…Wait what?

“The day off?” I blanched. “But you always say that a doctor’s work is never done.”

I truly couldn’t remember a single day off since I’d started working here unless it was for medical reasons—ironic really.

“Ah, yes, well, Patton has expressed an interest in my profession, and I thought I’d take today to teach him a few things,” Logan replied, blushing slightly. Strange, Logan didn’t blush very easily…. I glanced at Patton and raised an eyebrow, trying not to jump to conclusions. If Logan understood what I was hinting at, he promptly ignored me, and I squashed down the thought. It wasn’t my business anyway, especially considering my own circumstances.

“If an emergency arises, I shall send for you, but soon, I’ll be taking Patton on my rounds to teach him to deal with less, um, life-threatening injuries and illnesses. You’re welcome to stay in the clinic if you’d like, but in case you need to find me, my list of patients to visit for today will be on my desk,” he instructed, clearing his throat.

“Oh, um, ok,” I muttered, already inching toward the door, “See ya later then, I guess. Bye Lo. Uh, Patton,”

I nodded a goodbye to both of them and waited until Patton had smiled and waved cheerily and Logan just nodded back to make my escape. Well, this gave me a chance to check on Roman at least.

Once I got up the many stairs and reached Roman’s room, I took a minute to catch my breath and look around before knocking. You’d think I’d be more used to making that trip by now.

“Um, your highness?” I called when I received no answer to my knock, glancing around again, just to be sure. When I still received no answer, I decided it was safe to just go in. Maybe he didn’t hear me?

“Roman?” I called after I made sure the door was closed behind me. Roman was standing by his window, studying the lush gardens outside, but he made no move to greet me.

“Princey?” I tried again, growing more concerned by the minute.

“Oh, Virgil!” He finally exclaimed, turning around a bit unsteadily. Huh, well that didn’t seem good.

“Uh, hey there, Roman. You doing ok?” I asked, already trying to examine him. His forehead was slick with sweat, and—though it looked like he had tried to cover it with makeup—I could see how flushed he was from across the room.

“Yeah, Yeah, I’m perfectly ok, V,” he smiled, as I came closer. The closer I got the worse he looked. His eyes were glazed, and he looked a little out of it, constantly rubbing at his eyes. Plus, other than the badly concealed flush of his cheeks, he was concerningly pale.

“Really,” I deadpanned.

“Yes, really. You’re only a tad bit blurry!” he asserted before cursing as he realized he’d just given himself away, “It’s really not that bad. I’m fine.”

“Wha—Roman, that’s not fine,” I chastised, hurrying the rest of the way over to him as he blinked sluggishly. “Can you make it to your bed?” “No, because I do not need to be in my bed,” he waved me off nervously.

“Roman,” I growled, grabbing his arm.

“Truly, Virgil, I’m completely fine,” Roman insisted, pulling at my grip.

“Obviously,” I retorted when he failed to get his arm back, “Just drop the act so I can help you. I need to see exactly what’s going on.”

“No,” He snapped yanking away from me, “I said I’m fine. I-I have an important meeting with the council to attend about the raids. So, if you’re done, I need to be on my way. Good day, Virgil,”

“Don’t you dare, Roman,” I threatened as he made his way shakily to the door.

“Listen, just—just make an excuse. You’re the prince. I’m sure you can postpone the meeting.”

“It’s not my meeting. My father called it, and he’s expecting me. I’m very sorry, Virgil, but I have to go,”

Ah, so that’s how it was. If this involved his father, it was going to be a whole lot harder to convince him to skip.

Roman had made it into the hallway and halfway toward the staircase by the time I collected my thoughts and made it to the doorway. However, I didn’t miss the fact that he was hugging the wall the whole way there.

“Roman—er, your highness—” I cleared my throat, looking around quickly. It was strangely empty. Whatever, it would be a lot more trouble if I got caught with Roman looking like this than for not addressing him properly, so I pushed it to the back of my mind.  

“Roman, please. You can’t do this. You can barely stand up straight, much less last through a whole meeting,” I begged. Roman straightened slightly but otherwise kept walking making me tsk.

When he reached the staircase, he turned to glance at me before straightening once again and disappearing down the stairs. Groaning at his stubbornness, I hurried after him.

“Roman?” I called, getting worried when I turned the corner and didn’t see him. I made it a little over halfway down the winding staircase before finding Roman, leaning against the wall and panting. How the hell had he moved so fast and gotten so far ahead in this condition?

“Ro?” I asked hesitantly, eyes flicking over his slouched posture and glassy expression.

“May—Maybe I don’t feel so great,” He muttered before sliding unceremoniously down the wall.

“Princey,” I gasped, grabbing his arm and part of his shirt to keep him from toppling down the stairs.

“Hey, hey, Roman, are you ok?” I questioned, shifting to get a better hold on him and pinning him back against the wall. Roman mumbled a response too quiet to hear as his eyes fluttered.

“No no no no. Roman, stay awake, ok? Stay with me. We’re still on the staircase, I can’t get—I don’t—ugh, damn it, Roman. I’m not strong enough to carry you back up. Why didn’t you just listen to me,” I muttered, starting to panic.

It’s ok, it’s ok, I started coaching myself, taking deep breaths as I tried not to launch into a full-blown panic attack. just take a deep breath and think. It’s not that bad, I blatantly lied to myself, trying not to even entertain the thought of what would happen if someone chose this moment to walk down the staircase. I could do this, right? I could—I could at least get him to the clinic if not back to his room. That was better anyway. He needed medical care that wasn’t me, and besides, going downstairs would be easier than going up, right? At least that’s what I hoped…

I was wrong. Or maybe I wasn’t. Maybe this was easier than going upstairs, but if that were true, I dreaded to think how going upstairs would be. After I had convinced Roman to finally let me take him to the clinic—as if I was really giving him a choice this time or that he was alert enough to fight back anyway—I found myself carrying a delirious, semi-conscious Prince on my back. Unfortunately, no matter what direction you go, trying to navigate stairs with a whole person on your back is rather difficult.

“Remind me—to—to kill you—after I make sure—you’re ok,” I huffed, out of breath and already sweating. Roman didn’t reply, concerning me even more. How had he gotten so sick just overnight? It had to be the infection, right?

After what felt like ages, I reached the clinic and almost sagged in relief.

“Logan?” I gasped, kicking open the door. At this point, Roman was completely unresponsive and slack against me, making it even harder to keep him on my back. I quickly laid him on the clinic bed and frantically looked around for Logan before realizing he was probably already on his rounds.

“Are you kidding me,” I grumbled, going to grab a damp towel for Roman’s forehead. The whole point of risking bringing him here instead of to his room was that I didn’t know what to do.

Huffing, I gathered some bandages and supplies to check on Roman’s wound again. That’s really the only thing I could think of that could be causing this. Did the infection get worse? Just how bad? When I got the bandages from yesterday off, I hissed in sympathy. Just as I had feared, the infection was much worse. It—This whole thing was beginning to feel like my fault. If I’d done better cleaning and stitching it. If I’d noticed that he was developing a fever yesterday. If I’d convinced him to come to Logan. If—If…I took a deep breath, pushing away the thoughts to focus on what I should do now. My hands trembled as I began thoroughly cleaning and sterilizing the infected area. At least there were actual supplies in the clinic, I guess.

            After I cleaned it, I set to work quickly, gently rubbing some antibiotic cream over the infection and making sure the stitches were ok. I’d have to make sure to change his bandages more often and to keep it clean so this wouldn’t happen again or get any worse. Next, I grabbed a cup of water and some medicines that should help with both the fever and the infection. This was the only other thing I could think of doing. The infection didn’t seem severe enough to have to remove it surgically or anything, but I’d be sure to ask Logan when he came back. The thought of him seeing how horribly I’d messed this up made me sick to my stomach, especially when the prince was the patient; but I knew it would be much worse if I didn’t get his help.

Sighing, I brought the medicine over to Roman and sat on the edge of the bed

“Princey,” I whispered, nudging his arm. Roman groaned and groggily batted my hand away.

“Come on, Princey, I need you to take these,” I coaxed softly, ignoring his swat and shaking him again. This time, he managed to squint his eye open.

“Do wha’?” he slurred tiredly.

“Take these pills, Ro. They’ll help.”

“M-My father. I have to—” he remembered suddenly, trying to push himself up and ignoring the offered pills.

“No,” I responded curtly, pushing him back down gently, “Your father can wait. I’ll even help you make up an excuse. Or you know, I’ll have Logan write you a medical note to prove that you have a fever and are not fit for work today. You—You passed out, Roman, I think that warrants skipping the meeting. Lean back and take these. Please.”

Roman sighed heavily but did as he was told and took the pills and water from me. His easy compliance told me all I needed to know about how badly he must be feeling.

After he gulped down the rest of the water, he ended up passing out again, leaving me to sit and wait by myself. Logan’s rounds usually took about two and a half to three hours because of the amount of soldiers the castle housed. More soldiers meant more injuries to check up on, and on days were the infirmary wasn’t full, or when the clinic was slow, Logan took his time to personally visit and check on every one of them. That’s not even mentioning the other castle staff that he’d tend to when illness spread throughout the castle or the fact that he had earned the title of royal physician, meaning that he also took care of not only the royal family but also any visiting noble staying in the castle. Needless to say, he had a lot of patients, and though he had other physicians and nurses that would regularly come and help him, especially when there was an influx, he usually preferred to work alone when he could. Today, no one was scheduled to be in the clinic, and no one was in the infirmary, so I knew Logan would be taking his time. With Patton there, it would probably take him even longer. He loved any opportunity to teach.

Sighing once again, I went to stand to get some water for myself when something warm clamped around my wrist.

“Roman?” I questioned, turning to find his hand holding me back. “Is something wrong?”

He grunted softly before yanking me forward, almost causing me to trip onto him.

“Cuddle,” he mumbled before I could yell at him. I felt my face flush bright red at his request.

“R-Roman, you know we can’t,” I protested, trying to pull away.

“Virgil,” Roman pouted, gazing up at me blearily, “Please?”

“We’re—We’re not in your room, Ro. Someone could walk in.”

“Please?” he begged, already struggling to keep his eyes open. I bit my lip hesitantly. He didn’t look far from falling asleep again. Maybe I could just cuddle long enough to get him to sleep then slip out before anyone could see us. Besides, it wasn’t as if anybody but me and Logan usually came into the clinic when it was closed anyway, and Logan was out on his rounds.

“Fine,” I gave in reluctantly as Roman smiled victoriously and scooted over to make room for me.

I couldn’t help the contented sigh that escaped my lips once I was settled in his arms, making sure to be careful of his wound. It was just so warm and comforting, and the way he was playing with my hair…I absentmindedly snuggled into his chest and let the warmth numb my mind. I hadn’t gotten much sleep last night, worried about Roman—apparently for good reason. A quick nap wouldn’t hurt, right? Besides, I was sure Logan wouldn’t be back for at least a couple of hours, and he was always complaining about the dark circles under my eyes and telling me to get more sleep. He should be happy I’m finally taking his advice. Unfortunately, my brain was too tired and too content to remind me just how bad an idea it was to let my guard down out in the open like this. Roman’s now steady breaths lulled me deeper into comfort and I felt myself slipping. It was so warm. This is nice, my mind almost sighed as I slid into sleep with Roman’s arms still wrapped securely around me. I should really learn to listen to my instincts more…

I was pulled from that warmth a little bit later by a rough nudge to my arm. Thinking it must be Roman, I groaned and shoved the arm away. The nudging paused and I was about to go back to sleep when there was another nudge—softer this time—followed by a voice.

“Virgil, you should probably get up.”

Oh. That—That wasn’t Roman’s voice. In an instant I shot up, inhaling sharply as I saw Logan and Patton peering down at me. No, oh no, no no no, how could I have let this happen? I should have never fallen asleep. I always harped on Roman for doing things that could get us caught but this was all my fault. What should I do? What could I do? Both of them had always been kind to me, but there was no telling how they’d react to this. Were they going to be angry? Were they disgusted with me? Were—Were they going to report me? What about Roman? I couldn’t let anything happen to him because of my carelessness. As my thoughts swirled around me, it became harder to draw air into my lungs. Once I realized that I couldn’t breathe, my chest constricted, holding back more of my breath. If it tightened anymore, I feared it would be impossible to breath altogether, but I couldn’t seem to collect my thoughts enough to loosen the knot there. My hands shook as I hugged myself, willing my panicked thoughts to go away. Obviously, it didn’t work. I saw motion from the corner of my eye and realized Logan was talking to me. Had he been talking this whole time?

“Virgil,” he coached, “Virgil, do you think you can take a breath in? Follow my breathing, ok?” more movement, to my left this time, but I couldn’t bring myself to look up. I tried to follow along; I really did. But every breath hurt. Everything hurt. My throat was burning. My chest ached. My head pounded. And everything was going wrong. Everything that I feared was happening. We’d been discovered. I ruined it. We couldn’t—I couldn’t—we just…half formed thoughts plagued my mind and my breath hitched as I realized I was crying. Was I going to be executed for this? 

“Virgil, dearest. Look at me, my love,” a different voice spoke up this time, but there was only one person who called me dearest and my love. I felt a hand touch my cheek hesitantly, then gently tilt my face until I was face to face with Roman.

“I need you to breath with me, Virge,” he instructed, calmly. “In for four seconds. Hold for seven. Out for eight, remember? You can do it.”

As he counted out the seconds, he removed his hand from my face in order to take my hand and press it against his chest. I struggled to follow along at first, but he continued breathing deeply and counting the seconds until I could. With Roman’s reassurances and guidance, I slowly felt myself relaxing.

Once the world came into focus again and I could breathe regularly without feeling like I was dying, I took one more deep breath before slouching forward into Roman’s chest.

“It’s alright, V,” Roman soothed, carding his fingers through my hair. Except, it wasn’t ok. Logan and Patton saw us. They know. I couldn’t even bring myself to look up and see if they were still standing there or if they’d already gone to report us to the king. The silence in the room made me inclined to believe the latter. I loved Logan, but he was very strict with the rules. There’s no way he’d let something as big as this slide. I was just another nurse, right? Instead, I sniffled and buried myself further into Roman’s chest.

“Oh, your shirt,” I lamented shakily, brushing my fingers against the wet spot that now stained the expensive fabric.

“It’s nothing, stormcloud,” Roman hushed, pulling me closer. I felt more tears burn my eyes at the action.

“Sorry,” I whispered, feeling the weight of everything settle uncomfortably in my chest.

“You have nothing to apologize for, dearest,” Roman assured softly. Liar. How could he say that when I was the reason we’d never get to see each other again.

“Um, pardon me for interrupting, my prince, but I believe this tea may help Virgil,” Logan’s voice offered softly from behind me making me jump. He was still here? Wait, he didn’t sound angry or disgusted. “Ah, um, thank you,” Roman responded, accepting the tea.

Taking a steadying breath, I finally pushed myself away from Roman’s chest. Roman handed me the tea before placing his arms loosely around my waist. I looked at the tea then hesitantly back to Logan. Patton stood behind him, worry swimming in his eyes. What was going on exactly?

“The tea helps to calm the heart rate and I find it to be quite helpful when I’m feeling stressed,” Logan explained awkwardly when I didn’t make any move to drink it. Nodding warily, I took a sip, relishing the calming warmth that flooded me when I did.

“Um, I also would like to apologize, Virgil. I did not realize that waking you would cause such a reaction. I should have been more careful,” Logan continued after a short but tense silence. At his apology, I couldn’t take it anymore. Why wasn’t he freaking out?

“Aren’t—Aren’t you gonna say something? A-About this?” I stammered out, hating how raspy and shaky my voice sounded.

“What would you like me to say, Virgil?”

I blanched at him, then glanced back at Roman who looked equally confused as I felt.

“I—Aren’t you, d-disgusted or—or something?” I pressed incredulously.

“Why would I be disgusted?” Logan questioned, tilting his head. I mirrored his look of confusion before setting my tea down lest I spill it with how much I was still shaking.

“By—By us? Or—I mean—m-maybe not disgusted but, you know, this isn’t really…accepted. I-I mean don’t you think it’s—wrong or something? I mean we’re both—and on top of that, I’m just a—I—”

“Virgil,” Logan interrupted before I could work myself up too much, “I would never be disgusted by this. Any of it. By you both being of the same gender, or by you being from different social classes. I—You know that I’m your friend, right? And that I would never report you or anything? Even if I were against it, I couldn’t do that to you. I would never do that to you.”

At my shocked expression, Logan’s shoulders slumped.

“I take it you didn’t know any of that,” he sighed, looking even more miserable as I shook my head.

“I suppose that’s on me, then,” he frowned remorsefully.

“Lo,” I started, suddenly feeling guilty for ever doubting him. I never would have dreamed that he considered me a friend. I thought I was just another apprentice. He’s had plenty before me…

“No, no, I should have made it clear that I care for you,” Logan insisted. “Let me make it clear now.”

I shut my mouth and nodded for him to continue.

“Virgil, I have considered you a friend for a while now, and if you’d like, I’d still like to consider you one,”—he paused and I nodded frantically at the offer before he smiled and continued—“I care for you and your well-being very much, and I would never wish harm on you. I have no intention of ever reporting you as long as the current king is in rule. His methods and punishments tend to be a little cruel, and I never want to see you hurt. Nor will I report you for something that shouldn’t even be considered a crime. If Prince Roman is the one you love and you are the one he loves, then I support you fully. You cannot help who you fall in love with. If it is mutual and consenting, then there shouldn’t be a problem, social class or gender be damned.”

“That’s right, kiddo,” Patton spoke up stepping forward, startling me. I’d kind of forgotten he was there. I was really not on my game with being vigilant today.

“I won’t report you either. It’d be a little hypocritical of me if I did,” He smiled, shooting a quick glance to Logan. I wanted to ask him to elaborate on that last part but decided against it. I was pretty sure I got the hint, and again, it wasn’t really my business anyway.

“And I know that I haven’t known you nearly as long as Logan, but I’d like to be your friend as well if you’d like,” Patton continued, shooting me a beaming smile. I returned his smile hesitantly, though mine wasn’t nearly as big or bright. I don’t think I could fully comprehend what was happening right now. This was certainly not how I thought things would be going. Just a few minutes ago, I’d been getting ready to say goodbye to Roman forever.

“Ok, um, we—we can be friends, if, uh, you really want to,” I nodded, snorting as Patton bounced in place a bit and nodded happily. He was always so excitable, I couldn’t help but grin.

“You—You really won’t report us?” Roman assured, arms tightening around me slightly, “Either of you?”

“Of course not, My Prince,” Logan confirmed.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Your Highness,” Patton chimed in.

“Please, just Roman is fine.”

Patton grinned at him and nodded, while Logan just raised an eyebrow.

“Alright then, now that that’s been settled, may I ask what you two are doing in the clinic in the first place? Is something wrong?” Logan inquired, studying the two of us.

“Oh, that’s right. It’s a bit risky to be cuddling out in the open like this, even if it was pawsitively adorable,”—Patton giggled at his own pun— “Wouldn’t it be safer in your room, Roman? Or somewhere hidden?”

“Ah, well—” I glanced back at Roman and at his reluctant nod, began explaining.

“Princey, er, Roman sneaked off to take part in stopping the raid on the nearby town and came back with a stab wound. He wouldn’t let me take him to you, Lo, trust me I tried,” I grumbled, taking a second to glare at Roman which he promptly ignored, “so, I tried to tend to it myself. I, uh, I guess I didn’t do very well. It got infected. Then I tried to fix it, but when I went to check on him this morning it was even worse, and he had a fever and ended up passing out. I managed to get him here and tried the best I could with mending it an everything, but uh, if you could take a look…”

Logan nodded at my request, and I scrambled out of Roman’s lap as he bent down to pull up his shirt. He quickly undid the bandages I’d wrapped and started examining it, asking what medications and ointments I’d used as he went.

“Well, you’ve done a remarkable job at cleaning the infection as far as I can tell. You gave him all the correct medicines and ointments as well. The stitching is also very well done. Keep in mind, Virgil, that the infection may not have been caused by you or by improper care. It could be internal body bacteria, or the fact that you did the stitches in an unsterilized environment under what sounds like not ideal conditions. All things considered, you did everything right,” Logan commended before leaning back and turning to address both me and Roman. I felt the knot in my chest lessen even more at his words even as I blushed at the praise.

“All you can do now is monitor the infection and keep it clean and dry and change the bandages often. Also be sure to avoid scratching at the stitches. They may begin to itch, especially because of the infection. I’d recommend avoiding heavy physical labor that could stretch or break the stitches as well. If you need an excuse, come find me and I’ll be more than happy to write you a note or talk to your father myself. You’ve suffered a very bad fever after all, even collapsing from it. I’m sure I could convince him you need bedrest,” he instructed, smiling softly at both of us. I blinked at him, pretty sure I’d never seen him smile so genuinely before. Huh. Today was full of surprises.

“Oh, also, take these pills for the next week, your Highness. Your fever seems to have gone down quite a bit, and I’d like to keep it that way. I’ll have Virgil keep up with your infection as he’s done an excellent job already and I’m sure you’d both prefer that.”

“Thank you, Logan,” Roman nodded, returning Logan’s smile and taking the pills that he offered.

“And I’ve told you a million times to just call me Roman.” He added with a huff.

“And I’ve told you a million times that it’s unprofessional to address you as such,” Logan tsked, sighing as he quickly re-bandaged his wound.

“Well then don’t do it as a professional do it as a friend,” Roman shot back, making Logan pause. He slowly finished up the bandages before taking a step back and raising an eyebrow

“A friend?” he questioned, crossing his arms.

“Yes. I believe this could be the start of a great friendship, the four of us. Don’t you guys think? Besides I’ve known you for years, Logan. Plus, I’m well acquainted with Patton already, though we’ve never gotten to spend much one-on-one time together. And Virgil, well, of course, uh, you know…” Roman cleared his throat blushing a bit. “Um, anyway, it’ll be nice, don’t you think? We can all just be here and exist together. No need for formalities or regard for social status or any of that. We can all relax and be ourselves.”

Logan took a minute to think it over before sighing and nodding softly.

“I—I suppose that’s acceptable,” he agreed, “You seem to constantly land yourself in my clinic anyway; so, it’s not as if I don’t get enough of you. It would be…nice to be friends.”

“Yay! New friends! I need you to know that I already love all of you so much,” Patton cheered as Roman stuck his tongue out at Logan.

“I think you just love everyone, Patton,” I couldn’t help but snort.

“Well, maybe, but you guys are special. I can’t wait to get to know you all more,” he replied, looking fondly at Roman and Logan who were now arguing about who-knows-what.

“Yeah,” I chuckled, rolling my eyes as Roman dramatically gasped and put a hand to his chest, “Me either, Pat.” Me either

[acrosstimeandspace]

Do all of them for Merlin /hj

(If you don't wanna, I can pick specific ones out)

abidienfjdn i actually did end up doing them all bc i do wanna talk about merlin so bad. he’s been living in my brain rent free, i have so many thoughts!

also i hope you’ve had a good day adrian!! and remember to take care! these are under the cut!

🍪 Cookie - What does your f/o call you?

i just know merlin’s a sucker for pet names, especially the really cheesy/cutesy ones. the more sugary sweet they are the better because a part of him loves the reactions he gets. but! he’d have some that are pretty consistent, particularly starting with “my” like my darling, my sweetheart, because they always get sasha to blush.

♣️ Clover - How would your f/o celebrate your birthday? How would you celebrate theirs?

partially loves and gets a bit of an crisis over birthdays in general. human life is so short, but also it’s a day to celebrate moving forward with life and having another wonderful year!

i think on sasha’s (my s/i’s) birthday, he’d prefer to do something private. cuddles in bed, a nice restaurant date and romantic stroll. it’s simple and sweet, but also personable. it gives them time to connect out of busy chaldea life.

on his birthday, i think sasha would prefer to treat him to lots of fun memories and experiences. after all, merlin’s only out of avalon for so long, he might as well enjoy what he’s been seeing in person! but, at the end of the day, being able to come together is merlin’s favorite part.

🖋 Pen - Would your f/o ever give you creative gifts? What creative form would they use? (E.g music, art, writing)

seeing as merlin’s an idol on his down time, i feel that he probably has a few creative talents! his favorite gift he’s gave is the plush fou, because sewing is so much time. and hey, he has quite the knack for it too!

🎤 Sing - Can your f/o sing? Is it a hobby or job? How often do they sing? (Bonus: do they have actual songs? What do you think of them?)

as much as i’d like to say no, i know that mage had pipes on him. he does so as a virtual idol, but also likes to sing little melodies when he and sasha are going to bed. that’s partially bc my dreams where he’s been there have featured on occasion him singing me lullabies >.>

also! he does sing in the stage play, and his va has done a few songs and covers. i’ve found there’s a few romantic songs. as of writing this i am so not well about this guy.

🎵 Music - Excluding any official songs of theirs, do any songs remind you of (you and) your f/o?

for some reason? i’m drawn to say paradise by george ezra. i don’t know why, but it makes me think of how merlin sees sasha as he’s beginning to develop feelings.

✝️ Lord - Are you or your f/o religious? What traditions would you share with each other?

i don’t think either sasha or merlin are particularly religious, but do enjoy sharing little bits about their own cultures with one another. i think mostly sasha loves to share family recipes!

🖤 Phantom - Is your f/o superstitious? Are they interested much in the paranormal or the occult?

considering merlin is the paranormal, you could say he’s interested! but mostly, he does love watching humans.

🌸 Blossom - Who fell in love first? How long did it take for each of you to realise your feelings?

oh merlin fell first! and while sasha is very bad at hiding their feelings and merlin likes to playfully tease, merlin was definitely in denial like sasha was.

sasha doesn’t really realize their feelings (they’re in denial) until merlin refers to himself as they’re partner seriously while on a mission with their master (they’re disguising as a couple it’s totally necessary$ and they internally lose it.

merlin on the other hand, while falling first, is deep in denial. he doesn’t know what love is, he can’t fall in love, he’s an incubus! but as he slowly grows closer and closer to sasha something stirs in him and it’s totally amusement, silly! and then he almost loses sasha and he’s like oh. oh. oh no.

🎰 Thrills - How risky is your f/o? Do they keep things safe or do they gamble their odds at whatever they feel like?

100% likes risk, but also he has foresight so is it really a risk? but in all honesty, merlin doesn’t care much for risking anyone or anything, not that he lets people know that.

🍳 Hungry - What is your f/o's favourite food? Favourite drink?

canonically merlin may not have a favorite food or drink but he does to me!!

emotion wise, his guilty please is happier emotions and memories, though he hates taking them away from people. he does enjoy more bitter flavors as well, as he believes there should be a balance to these sorts of things.

as for regular human food, he’s fond of sweets, particularly with slight bitter notes like dark chocolate and matcha based desserts. his favorite meals happen to be anything that can be eaten as a group.

as for drinks, he’s fond of the tea he and artoria would have together in camelot. he’s found though that he does enjoy a cocktail or two, especially with fun names! and bright colors!

🪽 Angel - How nice is your f/o to others? Are they different around you or act just the same?

he’s struck a balance between playful and polite with people, but also loves to tease those with great reactions, so he comes off as rather mean to people who he’s not close to.

and while he does love to tease those he’s close to like sasha and artoria, he does know there’s a line and respects it. he also is kinder in the sense that he tries to check in with people in his own way, but he’s not always sure if he should interfere, as occasionally he feels he knows too much about people. he’s gotten great at subtle guiding!

and merlin will be the first to admit he turns up the flirt factor with sasha. how can he not when ae always blush at him?

🕸 Widow - Does your f/o like spiders?

wouldn’t say merlin is fond of them, but he doesn’t dislike them, so to speak. pretty neutral, tbh.

🩸 Ouch - How would your f/o react to seeing you hurt (either mild or major)?

if it’s a small scrape, such as sasha falling and getting a scrape he’d probably tease them a bit, but i do think serious injuries would set off a protective bone in merlin. especially if he’s there fighting by their side.

😍 Obsessed - How obsessed is your f/o about you? What lengths would they go for you?

a normal amount of obsessed, i think? he’s navigating his more human emotions still and he knows he wants to stay by sasha’s side forever. maybe he’s looking for a way to sneak them into avalon with if they ever wanted to. but like, if they want a normal human life, he’d never deny them of that.

💔 Mine - How jealous is your f/o?

oooo merlin is a pouty jealous person. he doesn’t get so too often as he knows sasha loves him! but, he doesn’t like it that people would ignore that they say they’re taken. or if they don’t spend enough time with him (this a lot). he’s a needy man, but don’t you love him for it? 🥺

💋 Kiss - How would your f/o react if you gave them a random unexpected kiss?

you know he’s smug, i just know it. would completely ask for more too. but underneath it all he’s so giddy, he loves random affection like this so much! but be aware that sasha will be trapped by him just flopping on top of them asking for more kisses.

🔪 Dangerous - How skilled is your f/o in combat or murder?

in combat yes, but he will not let anyone know. after all he’s just a fragile guy! you wouldn’t put him on the front lines with his b strength right?

🐝 Buzz - Do any of your f/os know each other? (In canon or just a hc/au?)

yes!! tristan and merlin come from the same source, and of course there is fgo. i actually initially thought about using isolde to ship with merlin, but you know maybe there’s enough wife problems within the knights of the round.

⭐️ Star - Gush about your f/o! Or a s/i! Whatever you want!

both? both is good!

first i wanna say to me merlin is genderfluid! so i do end up using both he/she pronouns for her. and also demiro. but more gushy i do love merlin’s playfulness. it brightens things up and also can be really revealing about her. and also him in my dreams. ugh he’s so sweet?? and i’ve had so many?? mainly they’re cuddle sessions, and tbh merlin would be so good to cuddle with.

as for my si for him, their name is sasha! they’re a mage from the mage’s association that carries aer family’s curse so they look quite beastly (horns, claws, fangs, scales, the works so to speak). and funnily enough, ae’s fused with gabrielle-suzanne de villeneuve, who’s considered the first person to write down the beauty and the beast fairy tale. so ae’s a demiservant. and she sorta helps sasha out with self love!

[lordofwaffless]

6. Cafe

Stu was exhausted. Not only had he been yelled at by pretty much everyone, he’d been made fun of by his aunt, then mocked by his teacher, and then insulted in the cafeteria by not only a stupid wizard, but also an angry witch. He was almost tempted to call Ezra and ask her to

take him home. Knowing Ezra, though, she had almost certainly made plans in town once he had told her that he had plans in town. Most days, she was done with work and all of her errands by four or five and they could go home, but since he would be in town until six, she’d probably made plans until eight. Ezra was fun that way. 

He was currently in his last class of the day, gnawing on his pencil and waiting for the bell to ring. He was supposed to be designing a sculpture of a living saint, but hadn’t really made it much farther than a sketch of his aunt Ezra twerking before he’d gotten distracted by his plans for the evening. Sure, it wasn’t really a date, but he was still going to be spending an entire three hours with Wesley, if you included the walk. He’d never really made plans with anyone before, so even making plans to study with someone was kind of a massive deal for him. The fact that he’d made plans to study with the person who was easily the most popular junior in the school (and who he’d had a crush on for two years) did not help. 

“Hey, Stu, how’s the sketch going?” asked his art teacher. She was friendly enough, he supposed, but he really just wanted to be left alone to worry himself sick. “It’s fine. I finished it.” 

She looked over his shoulder and shook her head, smiling. Although the satyr tended to chew her pencils more than draw with them, when he did bother to put in some effort, she was always pleased with the results, no matter how impertinent the subject matter (although if that impertinence had been directed towards any of the other saints, she would probably have been obligated to say something). “That’s quite nice, Stu. Have you thought about what medium you’d like to work in?” 

He blinked, startled away from his increasingly anxious reflections by her question. “Well, marble or stone is what people usually use for statues of saints, but I’d like to try welding something with moveable parts, like a drinking bird. But with my aunt’s behind.” 

She laughed, just as the bell started to ring. “Good work today! I’ll see you tomorrow, Stu. Keep working on that design, ok?” 

He nodded as he began haphazardly shoving his papers into his leather rucksack. It wasn’t a particularly comfortable bag to be so constantly shoving one’s face onto, but it carried all of his things and looked quite nice, unlike the more comfortable bags he could have carried. Stu had had some initial scruples about using a leather bag, but the leather had come from a cow that had died of natural causes (Ezra’s hunger being perfectly natural, in her opinion), and, as Ezra pointed out, his only other alternative was Ezra’s tattered old messenger bag from her days at the East Everin School for Saints. (It was black with orange straps and covered in pins and buttons for bands he’d never heard of, as most of Ezra’s things tended to be.) 

Stu looked up as someone knocked on the door frame. 

“Hey, Professor Clare,” greeted Wesley with his usual mischievous grin on his face.

“Wesley Clarke,” she began, trying not to smile, “you’re one of the best painters I’ve taught in twenty-three years. Why are you no longer in my class?” 

“No room in my schedule, unfortunately. Anyway, you really shouldn’t say things like that, I’ll get even more conceited and none of my hats will fit on my head,” he said with a laugh.

He turned his attention to the blushing satyr attempting to cram six books in his bag. “Stu, you ready?” 

Stu mumbled something vague in reply. He had really not been expecting this. Professor Clare surveyed the two boys before her with a knowing look in her old grey eyes. “Are you two going somewhere?” 

“Just downtown to the cafe,” Wesley replied. “I’m tutoring him in maths.” “I’m terrible at maths,” mourned Stu, finally achieving his improbable task and heaving his overfilled bag onto his tiny shoulders. Wesley hurried over. 

“Here, let me,” he offered, setting his own bag down before attempting to grab Stu’s. “I’m fine, I’m used to it, and you’ve already got yours,” Stu rambled as he tried to shift away. 

“Your bag weighs almost as much as you do, I can’t just-” 

“It does not, and I’m used to it, anyway, so-” 

“Stu, just let me-” 

“It’s fine, you don’t have to-” 

“Stewart, just let the boy carry your bag,” chuckled the art teacher. The satyr paused his scooting just long enough for Wesley to manoeuvre the bag off of his shoulders and onto his own.

He turned around and stared at the taller boy, surprise and concern etched onto his face.

“Hey, it’s fine,” Wesley smiled, throwing his own bag on top of Stu’s. 

“If you say so,” muttered Stu, clearly unconvinced. 

“I do say so.”

Stu shook his head, brown curls bouncing around with the movement of his skull. He startled, suddenly, as Wesley slid his hand into his. “C’mon, let’s start walking,” Wesley murmured, choosing, for once, not to smirk at Stu. 

“You’re an ass,” Stu declared. 

“You know, I’m inclined to agree,” replied Wesley, chuckling again. “If you’re referring to the bag debacle of approximately seventy-eight seconds ago, though, I’m sure you’re completely capable of carrying your giant, eighty-pound bag by yourself. However, I am also capable of carrying your giant, eighty-pound bag as well as my own with a lot less effort. It’s the logical thing to do, Stewart.” 

Stu just shook his head again and bounced along down the hall, wondering why, precisely, he didn’t really seem to care that Wesley was kind of an entitled prick; and more importantly, why, precisely, Wesley was holding his hand as they walked from the art room down to the entrance of the school. Under ordinary circumstances, Stu probably would have allowed himself to get lost in his wonderings and lose focus of his surroundings entirely, but today, he felt, was not quite an ordinary day. Today was a weird day, with too many things to tire him and too many things to wonder about. 

Wesley wasn’t wondering about much of anything. (Well, that’s not precisely true. He was wondering why in the world he’d never attempted to hold the satyr’s hand before, and he was wondering whether or not Stu would pull away. He was also wondering how someone who fell asleep in most of his classes had the energy to skip down a hallway at the end of school, but he supposed that that was what all the napping was for). He was doing a lot of thinking, though and especially about what his friend Fiona had been rambling about in PE as they’d been duelling: “It was ridiculous!” she’d shouted, waving her wand around and haphazardly shooting off offensive spell after offensive spell while he ducked like a madman. “He just sat there pouting at me, his tongue stuck in a pot of gelatin as he mumbled some nonsense about not wanting me to defend him. Who doesn’t want a witch defending them?!” 

Wesley had declined to answer. At least, he would have if he’d been physically capable of answering; all of the ducking had left him too out of breath to utter a single word. (He’d never been great at defensive spells, and Fiona had been casting too furiously for him to even hope of getting a jinx in edgewise; their PE teacher had given him an “A” for exercise and a “D” for likelihood of survival.) He was also thinking about the algebra II test they were taking in a few

days, and Stu’s high likelihood of failure. There really wasn’t any avoiding the failure; there was just cushioning the blow a bit with frantic studying so that he failed a bit less badly. He was mostly thinking about how much he wished he didn’t have to tutor Stu, and how much he wished they could just sit and talk. 

They were walking down the hill to the boundary of the school property now. St. Basilton Preparatory was built in the centre of forty-three acres of wooded park, surrounded by lush gardens and wood sprites who only sort of wanted to eat the students (not that a faery three inches tall could have managed to do so). The school itself was a stately baroque building, large enough to be considered a castle, but not quite so large that students couldn’t make it from one side to the other before the bell rang. (Older students had the opportunity to board at the school for a minimal increase in tuition, which was part of why it was so large, but Ezra preferred to have her nephew as close to her as possible.) Ezra and Stu both thought it was beautiful and utterly ridiculous; it was one of the few things they managed to agree on. 

While there were a number of secluded spots on the grounds or within the school itself that would have served for studying purposes, Stu and Wesley had agreed that eight hours on school property was more than enough; and besides, everyone knew that Cecelia’s Cafe and Bakery was the only place to get a decent cup of coffee in the entire town. The town, like the school, was named after St. Basilton the Archer, one of the few male casters to have ever made it through the Goddess’s trials; they were nearly insurmountable even with an affinity for one of the elements, and that was something that belonged to witches and witches alone. 

The cafe was situated in downtown Basilton, between an artist supply store and a bookstore that specialized in antique spell books and faery tales. It was one of the larger businesses in the area, as it catered to pretty much everyone in town who enjoyed beverages that had flavour and were a temperature (which was, naturally, almost everyone in town). The owner, Cecelia Clarke, was a cousin of Wesley’s father, a Professor Fiero Clarke, who taught botany to middle schoolers (it was an incredibly thankless job). 

Wesley was thinking about that, too, when he realised that the satyr skipping merrily along next to him had paused. “What?” he asked, confused at both the sudden stop and the way Stu was staring at him. 

“You’re holding my hand,” said Stu, as if that explained everything.

Wesley cocked an eyebrow. “Well, yeah. I’ve been holding your hand for a good four and a half minutes now.” 

“Why?” 

Wesley laughed. “Well, initially, it was probably more to get your attention than anything else, but because I want to, I think?” 

“You think?” questioned the satyr. 

“I mean, I know I want to be holding your hand. I meant that I think that’s the answer to your question.” 

“Oh,” responded Stu. He started skipping again, albeit more slowly and less merrily than he’d been skipping along before. He paused again after a moment or two and turned back to Wesley. “Why?” 

Wesley sighed. “Are you asking me why that’s the answer to your question?” Stu shook his head. “No. Why do you want to hold my hand?” 

Wesley tugged him along as he answered. “Why do you eat so much jelly?” “Because I like jelly. Jelly is good. Jelly is-” he paused again. “Oh.” He tugged his hand back from Wesley and started walking at an accelerated pace. 

“I- Stu, wait,” Wesley called. This was not a conversation he’d expected to be having today, not by any stretch of the imagination. This was not a conversation he’d expected to be having ever, if he were being honest with himself. He sort of figured he’d just keep teasing Stu forever without actually getting around to admitting that he had feelings for him. “Stu, slow down, please,” he requested as he attempted to catch up. For someone with such short legs, Stu was remarkably fast. 

Stu’s face was burning, both from the sting of the wind whipping his face, and from the knowledge that the guy he liked also, apparently, liked him (and not just in a teasing way). He supposed he should probably thank Ezra for the t-shirt. 

“Stewart, please,” panted Wesley, who was beginning to be quite out of breath. “Please slow down.” 

He did, and turned around to face Wesley once more. “I-” he began, before biting his lip and contemplating what he actually wanted to say. 

“Hey,” Wesley said gently, having finally caught up to him. “It’s fine. You don’t have to say anything. Let’s just go sit down, ok?”

They’d reached the cafe at that point. Stu nodded in response, and opened the door. It had only been a ten-minute walk (less, really, with Stu travelling so quickly), but it had felt a fair bit longer, and both boys were relieved to get inside and slide into a booth in one corner of the cafe. It was a warm, cosy space, vibrantly decorated in autumnal shades of orange and violet. Both of them found themselves thinking about Fiona, who existed in the same range of colours as the cushions on the armchairs by the fire and the garlands of leaves that hung from the ceiling. While Wesley’s thoughts were more specifically focused on her, as she’d been in most of his classes since she’d started at the school two weeks ago and he’d known her for years, Stu only thought of her as the angry witch from earlier that day. 

“I heard about what happened earlier,” Wesley began. “Are you ok?” 

Stu looked up from where he’d been taking his books back out of his bag. “What do you mean?” 

“Fiona told me about the fight earlier. Are you alright?” 

“Shouldn’t you be asking her that? I wasn’t really involved,” responded Stu, frowning down at the bottle of strawberry syrup he’d unearthed in his bag. 

“I’m not even going to ask why that’s in your bag.” Wesley shook his head, before continuing, “They were fighting about you, so you sort of were involved, Stu. Besides, she told me about the shit those guys have been saying to you.” 

Stu pouted. “I’m fine. I didn’t ask her to start a fight.” 

Wesley looked at him, considering. Stu was still as rosy-cheeked as he’d been that morning, and was seemingly determined to look in any direction that didn’t include Wesley. Wesley decided, after a moment, that it wasn’t really a topic worth pursuing, and instead started taking his arithmetic textbook and notebook out of his bag. Once he’d set his things down on the table, he stood up. “I’m going to go buy a latte. What do you want?” 

“Hot chocolate with whipped cream and caramel, please,” Stu replied, looking down at the table. 

“What, not a strawberry hot chocolate?” Wesley teased. 

Stu glanced up, surprised, before looking back down. His ears were burning. “No thank you. Caramel.” 

“Okay,” muttered Wesley, shaking his head.

He came back a few minutes later with two scones, some sandwiches, and their drinks, and sat down next to Stu. “Shouldn’t you sit on the other side?” questioned the satyr, who was still staring in the opposite direction. 

“Not if you actually want me to walk you through these problems. Or if you want sandwiches, for that matter. The other side of the booth is too far away.” 

Stu definitely wanted both of those things. He wanted Wesley to sit next to him even without those two things; he just wasn’t sure what to say. Wesley noticed (it was impossible not to), and figured he should probably attempt to clear the air if they were actually going to accomplish anything. 

“Hey,” he began, brushing a few stray curls behind Stu’s ear. “Are you sure you’re ok? You’ve been acting weirder than usual today,” he murmured, concern written across his face. Stu finally turned around, nibbling on his lip as he once again contemplated his response. “I don’t know. I- you said- well,” he paused, unsure, before whispering, “you make my cheeks rosy. I think I might be dying. I think I might be tomato-coloured for the rest of my life.” 

Wesley burst out laughing at Stu’s fairly absurd response. “I don’t think I’m physically capable of blushing, but if I could, I’d probably be tomato-coloured around you too,” he replied, smirking at him once more. Stu couldn’t help but smile as he glanced back down at his textbook.

“We should probably start working,” he mumbled. Wesley sighed, wishing again that Stu was just a bit better with numbers, so they could spend the time they had together in a more enjoyable manner. He supposed he really would have to invite him over soon.

 “Right.” He opened up the largest textbook in front of him and scooted a bit closer to Stu, letting his hand rest lightly on the smaller boy’s back. Wesley glanced at him to make sure he wasn’t freaking out, and noted with some relief that while the satyr was blushing even more furiously, he seemed perfectly content to lean into Wesley and pretend to focus on what they were studying. They’d been reviewing quadratic equations in class towards the end of last week, and had a test on the material that Wednesday. 

“This sucks,” mumbled Stu. 

“Agreed.” 

He pouted. “Why does this suck for you? You like maths.” 

“Stewart, you cannot honestly believe that trying to get you to understand quadratics is really all that enjoyable.”

Stu stared at him, eyes wide. “But I’m so pretty,” he whispered. “And you get to sit so close.” Wesley wasn’t entirely sure whether the satyr was teasing him or not. He stared at him, full lips parted, his handsome brows scrunched together in wonder at the surprisingly confident nonsense that had just exited the satyr’s lips. Finally he shook his head, grabbed one of Stu’s pink, strawberry-scented gel pens, and started writing out a problem. 

“Do you have any concept of how this works?” 

Stu shook his head and leaned in closer. Wesley exhaled melodramatically and started to walk him through it, slowly going over each step. He realised, as they went from problem to problem, that Stu had a point; he was exceedingly pretty, and was sitting extremely close. In fact, he seemed to gravitate closer with each problem they worked through, glancing up at Wesley every few seconds through his absurdly long lashes as he attempted to comprehend the information being presented to him for the thousandth time. As nice as it was, it wasn’t quite enough to distract from the frustration of explaining the quadratic formula for the sixth time in three minutes. However, it did increase his patience somewhat; and Wesley, as a general rule, was not very patient. 

He paused his explanations for a moment to eat the last of the sandwiches, running the hand that had been resting on Stu’s back gently up and down the satyr’s spine. Stu peered up at him, his sepia-toned eyes boring into his skull. 

“Do you want a bite of my sandwich, Stewart, or are you just staring at me for fun?” Stu blinked. “Both.” 

…which was true, but neither of those reasons had been why he’d looked up. Wesley held the sandwich out to him. He leaned over and took a fairly large bite from the corner nearest to his lips. Wesley (who’d honestly expected him to grab the sandwich) barely breathed as he watched him consume it, noting everything from the way his jaw moved when he chewed, to the bob of his adam’s apple as he swallowed it down. 

“You have jelly on your mouth,” he whispered. 

The satyr ran his tongue over his lips, completely unaware of the way his friend was dissecting his every move. 

Wesley could have kissed him. He was seriously considering leaning over and kissing him, putting off the Goddess-forsaken mathematics lesson and simply letting himself enjoy the feeling of Stu’s strawberry-flavoured lips against his own. He was, luckily, spared from the possibility of actually acting on those urges (and probably confusing Stu immensely, he thought) by the arrival of an unreasonably tall, violet-eyed witch.