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BUNK 19

SONG EUNSEOK (송은석)

☆ BUNK 19

ABOUT 𓂃 ࣪˖ what happens in bunk 19 does in fact stay in bunk 19. and the boathouse. and the dining hall. and the tennis courts. and the counselor jacuzzi.

WARNING 𓂃 ࣪˖ language, fake camp name, aespa + nct appearances, a smidge of angst, penetrative sex (f. receiving, both vaginal and anal), lots of spitting, a challengers reference if you squint, object insertion (do not try this at home), unprotected sex, daddy kink, random fluff, two seconds of physical violence

PAIRING 𓂃 ࣪˖ camp counselor!eunseok x camp counselor!reader (camp counselor au, summer fling to...?)

WORD COUNT 𓂃 ࣪˖ 8k of wickedness

THIS FIC FEELS LIKE 𓂃 ࣪˖ buzzin by shwayze

“Who else is here?”

It was the first question out of Eunseok’s mouth when he got settled into his cabin for the summer: bunk nineteen. That was the very first bunk he stayed in when he became a counselor freshman year of university. Now a recent graduate, this was going to be his last summer at Camp Watauga before entering the workforce. He intended to soak up every minute of it with no regrets.

“The staff are filtering in slowly, but not too many counselors just yet. You, Mark, and ___.” 

His ears perked up at the mention of your name, but he kept a cool exterior. “Oh, really? Not too many indeed.” His hands made home in his pockets as Director Irwin led him to the main hall. There was nothing but the echo of footsteps and birds chirping just outside as they walked to the break room, and that’s when he heard it. Your voice. 

Mark was laughing at something you said, something Eunseok missed entirely. “Hi, ___. Mark.”

You spun on your heels without thinking twice, eyebrows shooting up at the sight of all five eight and eleven inches of him. He looked different— hair lighter, jaw sharper, shoulders wider. But you didn’t let yourself focus on him for more than the appropriate amount of time to stare at your coworker: one and a half seconds, exactly. “Eunseok, hey!” Your tone was light, casual. Easy breezy.

“Alright, well now that you’re all checked in, you’re free to roam! Kitchen’s doing meals same time as regular camp hours, if you get hungry. Just, please, no illegal substances where I can see ‘em. I wanna be able to keep plausible deniability.”

Director Irwin left without a glance back at the three of you, all of you erupting into a fit of giggles the second you heard the door shut. “Dude, he’s so funny without even trying to be.” Mark nudged at your shoulder, looking at Eunseok with a goofy grin on his face. “Right?”

“Yeah, I always forget just how weird he gets,” Eunseok returned the smile, looking over to see if you were smiling too. That gorgeous, sparkling smile. “What are you two gonna get into for the rest of the day? At least until dinner.”

Mark stretched his hands in the air, his shirt riding up just enough to expose his taut abs. Eunseok noticed your eyes on Mark’s skin, your teeth sinking into your lower lip. “I was thinking about going into town, getting a couple cases of beer or something for the kickback tomorrow night. Minjeong, Jimin, and Haechan get in tomorrow and we’re gonna have a pre-camp rager. You guys down?”

“Ooh, I’m always down for a party with Jimin. She knows how to let loose.” You winked at Mark, blush instantly striking his cheeks.

“Alright, cool, I’ll make sure to get enough then,” His head turned over to Eunseok, “What about you, bro?”

A party was not his plan for tomorrow night, but he figured it’d be easier to play along for now. “Yeah, sounds fun,” He pulled his sunglasses down over the bridge of his nose, “I like Modelo.”

Mark laughed, heartily. He was so easily amused. “Alright, I’ll catch y’all at dinner?” He was out the door after two quick side-hugs, shaking his keys all the way to his car. The engine was loud as it started up, and you could hear the car shifting its way up the gravel driveway. The hall was quiet otherwise, just the smacking of Eunseok’s chewing gum, the minty peppermint wafting far enough for you to smell it on his breath. 

You moved first, pushing him by the shoulder as he kept his arms crossed against his chest. “Oh, c’mon. You can’t really think I want Mark.”

“Coulda fooled me.”

“I mean, he’s cool and all. And really hot, but… you’re sluttier.”

Eunseok rolls his eyes, closing the gap between the two of you, caging you against one of the break benches. “Hm, that’s it? You only want me because you think I’m a sure thing? Well I never!”

You giggle, glancing around the break room before swooping in for a kiss. Sweet, soft lips that you had been dreaming about for nine long months. His sunglasses smushed against your face but you ignored the slight discomfort as his hands found your ass. A handful for each of his palms, fingers kneading into each cheek with appreciation. You could feel your nipples hardening against his chest, the paper thin material of your bra heightening the sensation of his firm pecs. Eunseok was making you all warm and fuzzy again. “I missed you.”

“Yeah? You sure? Sure you didn’t miss Mark Lee more?”

“You’re so annoying! Wasting valuable time talking about a nonissue.”

His hands spread your cheeks apart just barely, just enough for you to take notice. “Valuable time? What else do you reckon we could be doing right now?”

Your mouth fell open as he kissed along your jawline. “W-Well I was thinking…”

“Mhm?”

He took a detour down your neck, floating right to your sweet spot just beneath your earlobe. “The counselor cabins are really close by, i-if you’re free.” Keeping your eyes open was a chore as he nipped at the skin of your neck erotically. “Eunseok, seriously. We’re gonna get caught.”

“What, that doesn’t turn you on anymore?” His palm revved back to strike your ass, squeezing afterwards to soothe the skin. “You know I’m always free for you, ___.”

Eunseok could smell your arousal through the thin material of your panties and shorts, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as all the blood in his body rushed to the front of his pants. Any notion of taking it slow with you went out the window as he grabbed your wrist, pulling you in the direction of BUNK NINETEEN. Since Mark had already started his journey into town and Director Irwin never left the movie room during his downtime, Eunseok didn’t feel the need to be sneaky while getting you into his cabin.

Sure, there were unspoken rules about how awkward it would be to have counselors wreaking sexual havoc for three months straight, but nothing in the handbook. The secrecy derived from how private both you and Eunseok were with your personal lives. It was nobody’s business who you were fucking, and if you two ever decided to stop, you didn’t want relative strangers feeling emboldened to ask questions. Plus, the sneaking around made everything that much hotter.

The cabins had been updated in recent years, and with that came much needed aesthetic and technological improvements. A few touches made the bunks a little less shabby chic and a bit more glamping. It was still ‘granola’, so to speak, but the doors locked automatically behind you. The interior was softer around the edges, no chances of splinters or wolf spiders keeping you up at night. Eunseok had made sure to make up his bed when he first unpacked an hour or so ago, knowing that he’d have company in the form of his summer lover.

“Cute sheets.” They were the same sheets he’d brought to camp for the last four years, with a flower you’d embroidered for each year you and Eunseok had done camp as counselors together. Three wacky looking blossoms in different colors with the years stitched beneath them, a little reminder of your place in his life. You couldn’t wait to add this year’s.

“Thanks, this girl I’m seeing really likes stabbing at it every year.”

He grabbed onto your arm as you shoved at his chest, pulling you into him. “Shut up, you like it.”

“Never said I didn’t like it.” His mouth was warm against yours, lips still wet from the kiss in the break room. Your nerve endings were on fire now that it was truly just the two of you, no chance of being interrupted. Swallowing the taste of your cherry cola lip gloss, a long lasting favorite that Eunseok mentioned liking the first time the two of you kissed back when you were mere campers. A clumsy, barely there kiss during a game of spin the bottle. ‘Wow, delicious’ he said offhandedly, making everyone giggle and making you quite popular with the guys that summer. Everyone wanted to get a taste of your fizzy lipsmackers. “Tastes so good.”

Your cheeks ached as you smiled involuntarily, his compliment flying straight to your ego. The idea that he craves you when you’re apart made you feel powerful beyond comprehension. “What, none of your little Stanford groupies wear lipsmackers?”

“What groupies?” His slightly calloused hands eased up your torso, fiddling with the fabric of your bralette to roll it up above your chest. Your breasts felt so heavy in his hands, full and swollen just waiting for him to play with. “No groupies. Just the memory of you and my right hand.”

He lifted your shirt clean off of your body, leaving your chest exposed to the balmy air of the cabin. “I always took you for a lefty.”

Another fit of laughter befell the two of you as he pinched your hip, kissing you with resumed passion. The way the sunlight hit you through the moss colored blinds made his heart skip a beat, the golden flecks in your skin glittering for him with radiance. “Take off your shorts for me. Slowly.” 

A string of saliva fell onto your chin as you stepped away from him, eyes on his that were already watching you as your hands pushed down atop your cotton shorts. You were slow, following his instructions exactly and leaving your panties on underneath. The material hit the wooden floor with a dense thud, your gaze never leaving Eunseok. Your bralette rested awkwardly beneath your armpits for just a few more moments, Eunseok moving just enough to pull it off for you. And there you stood, almost completely naked in your Birkenstocks while he was fully dressed in his usual Camp Watauga garb. “You’re a siren sent for my demise.”

He was sincere, eyes glinting in their candor. “You’re spoiling me.”

“Because you deserve it.” Eunseok kicked his shoes off as he walked the two of you to the bed, his touch tender as your back hit the mattress, careful not to bump into you roughly. The wet patch of your underwear was blatantly obvious as he got a flash between your legs, and it turned him on even more to know you were just as worked up as he was. “What do you do when you think about me?”

You shuddered under the intensity of his leer. “W-what makes you so sure I think about you?”

Eunseok scoffs, lowering his hips to press them square against yours. “Please, I’ve heard the audio messages you send me at two in the morning. You’re so wet the microphone picks it up. I swear, the way you cry into your phone just thinking about what I’d do to you is louder than how you get when I’m actually with you.”

The feeling of his cock swelling against your thigh made you wrap your legs around his hips, locking him flush against you; nothing but thin panties and his basketball shorts keeping you from what you really came here for. “Mm, okay, so what. You win. I think about you. You get my fingers nice and sticky.”

“So show me… tell me what you think about.” He sat back to pull his shirt off, chest exposing a well hidden surprise. 

Your fingers flitted across his nipples, both of them sporting little silver hoops pierced through them. “Woah, Seokie, I had no idea how hardcore you were.” In the roughly forty weeks that you were apart, he’d gotten drunk on a night out and got his nipples pierced.

“Make fun all you want, but I know you like ‘em.” Your tongue replaced your curious thumbs, swirling around the jewelry like you were trying to find the center of a tootsie pop. Eunseok’s hips undulated your drenched underwear while you got lost in sucking his pecs, giving each one equal attention until tugging at one with your teeth. He hissed, bucking against your pussy harshly at the sting. “Ah, fuck, ___. That hurt.”

Kiss swollen lips all moistened, you pulled away from Eunseok’s chest with a sardonic grin. “What, that doesn’t turn you on anymore?” 

His hands shoot out to pin your thighs to the bed, leaving your cunt exposed for him to grind against in a choppy rhythm. “You’re feeling feisty today, aren’t you?”

“Just like messing with you, s’all.”

Eunseok wasn’t in any mood to punish you, using his fingers to feel the outline of your pussy lips through the flimsy cotton. “I’ll give you a pass. Reunion immunity, or whatever.”

“Thank you, daddy.” 

He was instantly smug at the name rolling off your tongue, chest swelling with pride as you pawed at the waist of his basketball shorts. “Can only call me that if you’re gonna be good the whole time. Are you gonna be good?”

Eyes aglow with mischief, teeth sinking into your bottom lip, you nodded. It was hard to promise obedience when you were so used to being defiant with him, so used to being a brat because Eunseok always has so much fun taming you. But you’d try, if it was what he wanted from you.

“Wanna hear you say it for me, darling.”

His fingers were no longer idle by his side, instead cupping your mound as he waited for you to speak. “I’ll be good, daddy, I promise.” A sharp tug at your panties threatened to tear them but he stopped his movements just in time. Your wetness was the star of the show, glistening in the bright light of day for Eunseok to relish in. Basking in just how riled up you were, leaking with arousal without him really getting to touch you. He slid your panties down your legs, tossing them just over the edge of the mattress so you wouldn’t have to go searching for them later. “Wan’ you to finger me.”

“Thought I told you to play with yourself for me,” Another gush of wetness dribbled out of your core as he blew at it. “Though it doesn’t look like you really need it, you could take it all in one thrust.” 

You pulled at the hem of his shorts so they’d hang lower on his hips, the base of his cock visible from the way they hit his thighs. “But, daddy, I want it.”

“You’re so full of it, ___, you said you’d be good for me,” Eunseok pushed away from you just long enough to pull his basketball shorts off. “You’re awfully greedy, like you haven’t been fucked properly in far too long.”

His cock bobbed as it was released, twitching at attention while you drooled at the sight of it. “It’s been so long, Seok.”

Eunseok decided in that moment to give you what you’d been begging for, slathering his cock in the wetness that was smeared across your pussy lips. He was completely soaked in you without even putting it in yet. “Think you can take it all, baby?”

He knew you could, you’d been taking his cock like a sleeve for the past four years. But watching your bottom lip quiver in anticipation, nails gripping into the mattress, arms propping yourself up so you could have an unobstructed view to him fucking you open; it made him want to perform for you, give you something mouthwatering to remember him by. 

Your body welcomed him like it had a hundred times over. It felt like coming home, having him stuffed inside you again after dreaming about it for so long. Eunseok always fit so perfectly inside of you, like you were a match made in heaven blessed to find each other in this lifetime. Your mewls were a forgotten melody against his ears, his stomach turning at the sight of you underneath him again. “More.”

“Take what I’m giving you like a good slut and I’ll give you more.” Your nose was buried in his neck as his body caged you against the mattress— completely drenched in him as his skin fused to yours, the slight tackiness of sweat emboldening the waves of Eunseok enveloping your senses. That winsome and creamy essence would always remind you of his hips grinding against yours, deep and slow just to tease you. Just to make you gasp out beneath him and beg for more. And begging wouldn’t be a problem if he wasn’t so damn cocky.

Eunseok was so good at talking you through his strokes, the vibrations of his voice louder against your chest than he was in your ear. It was so easy for him to make your mind feel all fuzzy just by being around you, that sweet peach smell so specific to him. You liked being so inundated by him, liked feeling like you were drowning in a sea of nothing but him all the time. Loved not knowing where he ended and you began because he was just so all consuming. You loved being his. “You look so beautiful like this.” Your breath caught in your throat, fingernails digging into his bicep as his lips ghosted your cheek. You were convinced he���d never felt this good before. “So pretty.”

“Fuck me hard,” your voice was whiny and pathetic, just the way Eunseok liked it (even when you were defying him). “I’ll be prettier— I-I’ll be prettier if you fuck me harder.”

Something flashed across his face far too quickly for you to catch it, his eyes widening just for a moment as he faltered from the leisurely pace he’d set. Eunseok was trying his hardest to be a little gentler with you since so much of your sex life was rough and fast. He didn’t mind slowing things down and showering you with a bit more affection and flowery sweet nothings. But he was only so strong, couldn’t resist you pleading with him, voice so desperate. How could he possibly deny you when you asked him like that?

His hips snapped forward as your hands snaked down his back, mouth cracking open at the delicious change in rhythm. “Yeah? Want me to fuck you dizzy?”

A whimper escaped your throat as one of his thumbs flicked at your pert nipple, toying with it like he usually toyed with your clit. “Fuck me dizzy, daddy,” His jaw clenched as you spoke, your tongue licking at the shell of his ear like you had dozens of times before. “I'll be so good for you, please.”

The bed creaked obnoxiously as he forced your legs back as far as they could go, pinning them out of his way so there was nothing holding him back from absolutely battering your cunt. You were certain that the wet smacking sound of his hips meeting your soaked center could be heard from just outside the cabin. Your body was suddenly hotter, the air thick with humidity, sex and oh so sweet Eunseok. It was moments like these where you thought you’d do absolutely anything for him, no matter how dark, if it meant he’d drill into you like this whenever you wanted. You’d consider signing your life away to be his own personal cocksleeve.

“Gonna fuck you ‘til you can’t walk anymore. Show Mark that you’re taken.”

With the way he was fucking into you, that wasn’t too far off. He shifted his weight to his knees so he could wrap his hands around your hips, dragging your body down on his cock in time with his thrusts. Your stomach coiled with hot orgasmic bliss as he angled his hips to rub your clit with each thrust, the pressure taking over your entire body in the form of mind-numbing pleasure.

“Yes, yes, yes.” Your body twisted in on itself as he pinched your nipples, applying just enough force to throttle you over the edge. “Fuck!” His lips met yours in a heated kiss that you were too fucked out to reciprocate, just moans and whimpers tumbling out as he licked into your mouth.

You were barely restored from your orgasm before he was bucking into you again. “Tell me, ___, tell me about the guys you slept with while you were waiting for me.”

“E-Eunseok!” It wasn’t a secret that you weren’t committed to one another, but telling him the details was going too far. You certainly didn’t want to hear about all of the girls he was railing at Stanford. “Too embarrassing…”

He stilled your hips flush against his pelvis, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. “Tell me, or I’ll stop altogether.”

Catching your breath, gasping for air you didn’t even really know you were deprived of, you opened your eyes to face his demand, “It was only two, I swear.”

Eunseok grunted, resuming his thrusts with exaggerated force. “Were they keeping you satisfied?” Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, not wanting to think about the meaningless hookups that you only went through with because you were horny. “Or were they greedy? Huh? Were they taking care of my baby the way I do?”

“Mnh, no! The first guy was terrible, nothing compared to you.”

He slowed his thrusts, gripping onto your thighs a bit harder. “And the second guy?” You didn’t respond as quickly as you had the first time. In fact, you didn’t speak up at all. Eunseok was starting to think you didn’t hear him.

“Ma— The second guy was… he took care of me, daddy.”

Eunseok wasn’t expecting you to say that at all. He was expecting you to wax on about how nobody was better than him, but this threw a wrench in his plans. “Turn around, get on all fours.” His cock slipped out of you unceremoniously, his jaw clenching as you scrambled to turn over.

“I’m sorry, Seok, it didn’t mean anything.” 

He folded you in on yourself, leaving your ass perched in the air for Eunseok to play with as he saw fit. His cock lodged back in your cunt in one motion, filling you to the brim like he’d never pulled out. Your cries were muffled by the pillow your face was pressed up against, arms limp above the mattress as Eunseok fucked you like a rag doll. All of your neurons were short circuiting at the same time, leaving you a braindead slut for your camp boyfriend’s fat cock. Drool soaked the pillowcase beneath you, and it only made Eunseok laugh at your tremors of pleasure. 

“Remember what I taught you last summer?” His deft fingers fluttered just over your puckered hole, laughing as he watched you jerk at the featherlight touch. “Yeah?”

A rivulet of his saliva dripped onto your hole, his index finger stretching through the ring of muscle. The fit was tight and you arched your back at the intrusion, a shaky moan rolling off your tongue. “E-Eunseok…”

He was still thrusting into your cunt shallowly, rocking forward just enough to prolong the pleasure. “Don’t tell me,” His long fingers slapped your opening harshly, sending down another glob of spit. “Was all our training for nothing? Am I the only one who’s fucked you here?” One more dribble for your entrance before he added another finger, pressing them against your walls that were still wrapped around his cock. “Hm? Am I the one and only, baby?”

You whimpered at the memory, his fat cock splitting you open in a way you’d always swore you’d never do. But he was just so charming and intoxicating, his charisma your fatal weakness— you’d never dream of saying no to Song Eunseok. 

“Y-yes. You’re the only one.”

He loved that answer. He wasn’t stupid, he knew you were fucking people the other three seasons out of the year. But there was a very large part of him that took pride in knowing there was something reserved just for the two of you, something no one else got to experience with you. It made him slip his cock even further inside of you, testing out a third finger as you bit into the pillow beneath you. “That’s what I like to hear, baby,” Gliding his cock out of your heat and tapping the tip against your hole, gaped open by his fingers that were still pressed inside. “You ready for me?”

You nodded slowly, nervous to take him after such a long time without it. “Slowly, Eunseok. I’m scared.”

Eunseok ducked his head so his lips were pressed right against your ear, “Baby, you know I’m always gentle with this one.” His free hand wrapped around your ponytail, pulling you towards him to arch your back at just the right angle. You barely registered the switch from his fingers to the head of his cock, his touch so delicate and the added gloss from your juices making it so seamless. “God, baby, you’re so hot.” His hand snaked around to your breasts to fondle them as a distraction to his length sliding deeper inside of you.

“Oh, fuck,” so that’s what you had been missing this past year, “oh, Seok, I’m so full.”

He’s never been shy around you, groaning out curses and moaning your name as he so pleases. His voice sends vibrations through your head, and all you can focus on is trying to breathe right. You were so overwhelmed with the feeling of Eunseok inside of you, you felt like you were pulsating. His hand in your hair tugged at you so you’d turn towards him, whining into your mouth before locking you in a sweet kiss that tastes like peach rings. “I’ve thought about this… everyday for the last nine months.”

That was true, or at least you wholeheartedly believed it. Very rarely, once every few months or so, Eunseok would text you into the wee hours of the morning, checking to see if you were awake. And every single time, you were. It was like you could sense that he was going to text you, your body wide awake until the very moment the text came through. It always ends with the two of you on the phone, talking each other through a filthy orgasm or two. You’d actually catch up once you finished, mesmerized by the facets of his life that you’d never seen before. And then you wouldn’t hear from him for another two or three months.

And when the wait was over, you were back in his arms, breathing in the sweat canvasing his body as he fucked you like his own personal toy. You were so pliable, so obedient, so in sync with his every desire; you were the high he chased September through May.

“Put your fingers in your pussy.” A quick slap to your ass before grabbing onto it, “you were dying for it earlier, go ‘head.”

You didn’t even have to move your fingers once they were inside of you, Eunseok’s thrusts providing enough friction to stimulate your g-spot. “Oh, fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum.”

Pumping two fingers inside of yourself, Eunseok added two of his own as he rubbed at your clit ruthlessly, thrusting into your ass still just as deep as before. The wave crept up on you in an unforgiving crescendo that raptured your soul from your body. Your body convulsed uncontrollably, hips thrashing against Eunseok as you squirted all over the sheets. The fingers crooked inside of you were a mess, covered in both your juices and cream from fucking yourself on them. You could just barely hear Eunseok hissing at how tightly your ass was squeezing him.

Eunseok was able to hold off on his own climax, thrusting shallowly into you until your tremors subside. “Felt good?” He took the risk of ruining his camp shirt by wiping his cock down with it, leaving your holes filthy and empty as he took an intermission for cleanup. “I thought about you every night at school, wishing my hand was you. Imagining pumping your sweet little pussy to the brim with my cum. Or painting your pretty face with it. Sometimes both,” His fingers curled inside of you and your eyes flittered shut. “Would think about you in my dreams, too, fuck. Had to jerk off before class because you’d get me so worked up.”

When Eunseok got like this— messy, generous, overruled by lust— there was no stopping him. You knew that you were effectively out of commission for the rest of the day.

The marathon fuck-fest went on for all three days you had before camp started, sneaking away to grab food at the very end of meal times, doing everything in your power to avoid everyone else. The days spoiled you, the reality of the situation escaping you until you were forcefully faced with it. The beginning of camp meant having no time designated for private moments tucked away with Eunseok. It was all about finding time throughout the day for stolen kisses, coordinating bathroom breaks so he could finger you hastily, slinking out on late night smoke sessions with Haechan and Minjeong to ride Eunseok until you passed out. The only guaranteed time you had with Eunseok was after campground curfew if you weren’t on cabin watch.

The nightly routine was the same— at eleven o’clock on the dot, you were knocking on his cabin door. The lights were already off but Eunseok would take the time to make sure every single light including the porch one was out. That’s when he’d open the door, just enough to peek out and ensure no one was watching before pulling you inside. It was the same for when you left, and all the hoops you had to jump through was just part of the fun. Having a three step plan before even being able to kiss him was worth it when he put his hands on your body, lips on your skin, knees knocking yours. He was yours only in private moments, but yours nonetheless.

Eunseok kissed you like you were the antidote to his incurable desire, and that wasn’t something you were willing to give up (even if you couldn’t tell anyone). But this summer was all about risks, evidently, as the two of you were quick to jump each other’s bones all across the campgrounds. Something about the looming threat of never being back at Watauga again made the two of you much more willing to test your luck.

THE BOATHOUSE

Your panties in your mouth was the only way you were able to muffle all the noises you were making, your ass sore from the way Eunseok was fucking into you. There wasn’t a sturdy enough surface for you to grab out for so you settled for pressing your hands against the wall, eyes trained on the rest of the counselors outside. The window was tinted, and small enough that they wouldn’t be able to see anything, but you couldn’t help but wonder; did they know? Know the reason you and Eunseok stepped away at the same time? 

“Look at them. So clueless. Minjeong has no idea you’re getting your little pussy pounded right now.” His head rested in the crook of your neck, careful not to leave any hickies with his kisses.

“Oh, please, Seok, let me cum.”

The vibrations from his laughter permeated through your skin, “you wanna cum? Play with your clit for me. Rub it like I would.” Your eyes rolled back so far you were sure you’d go cross eyed, scorching hot bliss consuming your body as your orgasm swallowed you whole. The fear of being caught was the greatest aphrodisiac Eunseok had ever served you, the feeling reaching down to the tips of your toes as you curled them in rapture. “I know, baby, I know.” Quick fingers swirling around your clit as you spasmed on his cock, his own legs buckling in weakness. His arms wrapped around your torso, keeping you steady as cum spilled right into your cervix. 

He pulled out before he went soft, cum hitting the floor with a quiet splat. You turned at the sound, mouth ajar as he looked back at you with eyes wide as saucers. “Eunseok!”

THE DINING HALL

It wasn’t on purpose, but you definitely didn’t stop him from peppering kisses along your neck and jaw as you filled the juice dispenser with ice. You wouldn’t bother getting fully undressed, lulling articles of clothing to the side amidst the grinding and heavy petting before he entered you smoothly. “So good for me, letting me fuck you out here.” His hands clasped atop yours as you gripped the dining hall counter, the prettiest gasp torn from your throat as he bottomed out. 

Eunseok’s chin rested in the juncture of your neck and shoulder, warm breathing fanning the side of your face as your eyes screwed shut from the pleasure. His arms move to wrap around your neck as you let your head fall back onto the table, mewls slipping past your lips as he rammed against your g-stop. “Feels good baby? Want more?”

You frantically nod because you could never say no to more from him, back arching as his hands fondle every erogenous zone he could reach; nipples, chest, lower tummy, inner thighs. That paired with his deep thrusts sends you over the edge briskly, your cup of bug juice spilling over from the way you were thrashing in his hold. Your orgasm triggers his own, his teeth sinking into you as he fills you up to the brim. 

THE TENNIS COURT

Twice a session, Camp Watauga organized Field Trip Day. No counselors ever want to go on the first trip, but you and Eunseok were smart— make the sacrifice for the first trip so that you both could hang back together when all the other counselors had to go on the second trip. It was the smartest thing you’d done in all your years at Watauga. The campgrounds were like a deserted island, just you, Eunseok, a few staffers, and a first year counselor whose name you kept forgetting.

“Would you let me fuck you with a racket?”

You didn’t need too much time to think about it. “Mm, a fresh one, yeah. If you really wanted to.”

Eunseok dug his hand through the duffel bag he brought out with him, “Like the brand new one I washed this morning just in case you said yes?” He wasn’t kidding. “I wrapped it in a clean towel to be extra safe.”

“Okay, I was under the impression the question was hypothetical.”

His head tilted to the side as he shrugged, a little embarrassed to be shot down so quickly. “It still can be. But I really want to.”

“How thick is that thing, anyway?”

A wicked smile spread across his lips— he knew he had you. “It’s thinner than my dick, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

And he was right, your skirt pulled up and your panties to the side testing your entrance with the edge of the racket. Your pussy opened up for him slowly, taking every centimeter of the racket that he sank into you as he tested the waters. Light, precise thrusts to get your body used to the feeling. “Feels…” 

“Good? Do you want me to keep going, or do you wanna stop?” Eunseok halted his movements as he waited for you to respond, smiling like he’d won the lottery when you urged him to continue. “Be as loud as you want, baby, no one can hear us out here.”

Out on the tennis court, the very one you used to play on when you were a camper, you let your guard down. You leaned back into Eunseok’s chest, head resting on his shoulder as he worked you open with the racket. The ripples of pleasure already had you squirming in his hold, having to force yourself to calm down— he was just getting started. With Eunseok wrapped around you taking care of your sodden folds, you crept your hands beneath your shirt to fondle your breasts. The attention made your hips buck into the racket, a sharp cry soaring from your throat. “Fuck, the felt good. Aim it higher.” He did as he was told, in awe of your transformation from hesitant to in charge. The grooves on the handle added extra sensation, that soft spongy spot flourishing under all of the attention the racket was giving it. Your orgasm was rushing in on you hard and fast, and you couldn’t stop yourself from fucking the racket back. “Faster, fuck, right there! ‘M so close.”

Eunseok altered his position before granting you your demand, fisting the racket handle with one hand and caressing your clit with the other. You were unreservedly exposed to the woods before you, but the way you were spreading your legs suggested that you didn’t care. Another gush of wetness leaked out of you at the thought of a random hiker seeing you splayed open like this, drinking in your pussy like a pervert. You were gluttonous, your appetite for euphoria unappeasable; it was complete benediction that you’d found Eunseok to not fulfill your desires, but tempt you with entirely new ones.

“Give it to me, angel,” A string of spit dripped from his lips onto your cunt, “Wanna see you cum all over this racket like the hungry little slut you are.”

It was the kind of orgasm where you thought you might die, the ecstasy too much for your body to handle. Bathed in direct sunlight, heart racing like a marathoner, brain utterly devoid of any thoughts other than Eunseok, Eunseok, Eunseok! 

The racket slipped out of you naturally as Eunseok loosened his grip and your seizing pussy pushed it out. Eunseok was hard as a rock as he watched you come to, your sweaty palms reaching out for him. “Just so you know,” your voice was hoarse from all the screaming, “I would’ve never let those other guys put a racket in me.”

THE JACUZZI

The perfect goodbye, in Eunseok’s words, was a tryst in the coveted counselor jacuzzi that required special permission from Director Irwin. “We won’t have to ask if we go while he’s asleep.” And just like everything he’d ever talked you into, you couldn’t say no to Song Eunseok.

Eunseok was already waiting for you at the jacuzzi when you arrived, arms spread out against the rim as the beginning flecks of sunrise teased the horizon.

It felt different than all the other times you guys had been together, except one— your first time with him. Neither of you were virgins when it happened, but he was so tender with his every touch. Gentle with the way he spoke to you, soft in the way he praised you. Sleeping together sprang from carnal desire, but his manifested delicately. All of those feelings came flooding back as he talked you through this time, lips sucking on your earlobe as you twirled your hips with his. Hands pressed to your back, tongue crying out about how beautiful you were. It gave you déjà vu. 

And there, with your cheeks flushed and your hair pulled away from your face. With sweat dotting your hairline and your lips three shades darker. It had never been clearer to him. “I love you,” The sound of the jets in the water almost muffled him. “And I don’t want you to say anything just yet, alright? I really want you to think about it because I really think you might be the love of my life, and I don’t wanna rush through that. Just… think about it.”

Your head bobbed in understanding, not knowing how to just continue after a confession like that.

“Alright, let’s get out of here. Before someone catches us.”

It was the only time Eunseok had ever left you high and dry, and you were too frazzled to finish yourself off. You walked back to your cabin in a trance, combing over every moment you’d spent with him under a microscope. He loves you. Not just into you or in love with having sex with you. He loves you.

There wasn’t much for you to think about, but you’d already decided to humor him. You’d take the rest of the day leading up to the going away party to ‘ponder’. 

The annual (unofficial) going away party for the counselors always took place in the woods, keeping the debauchery far away from the campers who liked to test their luck with curfew since it was the end of the summer. It was a childish celebration of all the time spent at Camp Watauga, but you wanted to entertain it, anyway. It was your last summer, after all.

Eunseok didn’t want to play Never Have I Ever, knowing that it was gonna leave him hungover the next morning since everyone liked to play dirty. He resigned to finishing his drink leaned up against a tree, soaking in the picture of all of you together for the last time. Sure, he was staying on the East Coast, but it wasn’t a guarantee that he’d be able to keep in touch with everyone. Although, the only person he really cared to stay in touch with was you.

“Okay, never have I ever hooked up with someone in the circle.” Giselle giggled at her own addition, knowing for a fact that several of her friends would have to drink. Minjeong and Jimin rolled their eyes as they took a sip, their relationship being a dead give away that they’d hooked up before. But Eunseok was far more concerned with the sip that you took than anyone else.

He wanted to say something, but he knew it would give him away immediately. So he was relieved when Jimin spoke up for him. “___! Someone in this circle?”

You cleared your throat, obviously avoiding Eunseok’s gaze as you tucked your hair behind your ear. “Um, yeah. Just a couple times, nothing crazy.”

“A couple times? Who?”

It was painful as you polished off the rest of your drink, fidgeting with the fibers of the rug you were sitting on. “Mark.”

Oh. Oh. The same Mark you’d told Eunseok you wanted nothing to do with, that Mark? Mark Lee who’d had a thing for you since you were a shy camper, nervous about spending the night away from your friends and family? Eunseok could kill him. “When was this? Was it right under our noses?”

“Eunseok—” You knew you shouldn’t have said anything, but lying would’ve been just as bad. Mark could’ve chimed in at any moment, and he wouldn’t have been exaggerating. Sure, the two of you knew it was just sex, but you never told him to keep it a secret. You weren’t ashamed of your sexual history with him, but you were afraid of how it would affect Eunseok. 

“No, please, tell the class. I think we’re all just curious.”

You couldn’t feel the night breeze anymore, white hot humiliation burning you from the inside out. “It wasn’t a big deal. It was when Mark moved back to Connecticut for a few months for work. His apartment was like ten minutes from campus and he asked if I wanted to meet for a drink.”

“We never did get that drink, now that I think about it,” Mark chuckled to himself, locking eyes with Eunseok, “Never made it out of my apartment that night.”

The difference between humans and animals is quite simple; logical reasoning. Humans can think about certain things and are motivated by their instincts, intellect and logic. Animals are incapable of reasoning and are simply motivated by their instincts alone. Eunseok, by definition, was an animal. His fist cut through the air and into Mark’s jaw without a second thought. 

You were almost certain you heard a crack upon impact, but Mark barely flinched. Like he was expecting it. He was ready to fight back with his hands curled into fists, fractured jaw bone an afterthought. Everyone else was shuffling to get away, screaming at the two of them to knock it off. The only person to jump in the middle was Haechan, arms flexing every muscle possible to keep Eunseok and Mark off of each other.

“Guys, stop! Why are you fighting?” Their fight was lost on everyone but you, the guilt you’d shoved down bubbling to the surface as you watched them claw at each other. 

Haechan was able to get a handle on Mark, leaving Eunseok open for you to shake some sense into. He was so hurt as he finally looked at you, shoulders slumping as his chest heaved. “Eunseok, stop it, why are you getting so worked up about this?”

Mark was out for blood, cradling his jaw as he said what everyone was thinking. “Because everyone knows he wants you but he can’t admit it.”

“I have her! She is mine! I belong to her!” The hush that fell over the room was eerie, not a single peep out of anyone as you watched Eunseok with bated breath. “You guys might have fucked a few times, but she’s mine. Has been since year seven. Just because we set each other free from fall to spring doesn’t mean I’m not hers.”

So much for keeping it a secret. Everyone gawked at you, the shock of you and Eunseok actually being a thing greater than the shock of Eunseok punching the shit out of Mark. Like clockwork, everyone gathered their things and fled the area, whispering about how they’d never seen that side of Eunseok before.

You were still startled. “What was that?”

“Oh, don’t start. You’ve been nothing but distant this whole summer, you let me hang around Mark looking like an idiot, you made me feel fucking stupid!”

“Distant? Eunseok, we’ve spent everyday together. You’ve been my entire summer. And of course I didn’t tell you about Mark, there’s nothing to tell! We only hooked up like three times, and it was mainly because I was missing you,” He moved to interject but you cut him off with a wave of your hands, “Do you know how selfish it is for you to tell me you love me, tell me not to respond, and then accuse me of keeping you at arm's length all in one day? To paint me out to be this heartless tramp when I’ve only ever loved you?”

He kicked at the twigs by his feet, hair on the back of his neck standing up at those last two words. “You love me?”

“Does… does this really sound like the time for that? I’m in the middle of tell you that I’m pissed at you.”

That cocky smirk was back on his face, his front teeth gnawing at his bottom lip. “Yeah, but you love me.” He took his bruised hand to grab your chin, forcing your focus on him. “Say it.”

“Eunseok…” He hummed at the sound of his name in your mouth, angry demeanor nowhere to be found. “You big, dumb idiot, I love you.”

He kissed you like he was afraid he might hurt you, cradling your head delicately as you let yourself simmer in the feeling of love. The feeling of your fingers in his hair, his heart beating at the speed of light against your chest. It was a feeling you’d pushed down year after year, too afraid to confront the possibility of losing him. And now, wrapped in his arms post love confession, you weren't afraid of anything.

So, yeah. Maybe you felt a little corny walking into the dining hall the next morning with Eunseok’s arm thrown over your shoulder. But you’d do way cornier things for Song Eunseok.

[sillylittlespam]

ISN’T IT DELICATE?

Delicate masterlist

Chapter One : New Captain Alert!

riordanverse characters x brooklyn 99 au!

detective!percy jackson x detective!y/n

Summary : (y/n) (l/n) wasn’t quite used to being a member of a precinct that actually cared about each other. She had been at the 99th precinct for almost a year, yet she still found herself keeping her co-workers at arms-length. She wanted to feel comfortable and open up, she just wasn’t sure how.

For someone who made a lot of embarrassing decisions, Percy Jackson hated the feeling of humiliation. But him and his big mouth somehow managed to get into a very public argument with his new coworker-slash-secret-crush, which ended in a very intense bet. If (y/n) made more felony arrests than he did, then she got his car. But if he made more felony arrests than her, he got to take (y/n) out on a date. And while he was glad to finally have a reason to talk to this absolutely gorgeous social recluse, it also meant that he finally had to go above and beyond at his job.

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“This job is eating me alive. I can’t breathe anymore. I spent all these years trying to be the good guy, the man in the white hat. I’m not becoming like them, I am them.”

“Jackson, what the hell are you doing?”

The dark haired man looked up to find his detective partner, (y/n) (l/n), watching him with a mixture of annoyance and confusion on her face. In her hands, she held a small notebook and a pen.

“I’m doing the best speech from Donnie Brasco,” Percy informed her, before turning to look at the camera that projected his face onto the many televisions behind him, “Or, actually… Ten of me are doing the best speech from Donnie Brasco.”

“Can you get it together?” (y/n) asked. Out of everyone in the whole precinct, she was one of the few people who didn’t at least somewhat enjoy his shenanigans. Turning back to the store owner, she continued reading from her notebook, “So the store was robbed about two hours ago. They took mostly tablets, laptops, and cameras-“

She stopped talking when the sound of ‘80s hip-hop music began blaring from behind her, and she turned around to give Percy a blank stare.

“Sorry,” he said, and quickly pressed the power button of the electric keyboard to turn off the music.

(y/n) let out a deep sigh before turning back to the store owner, “I’d like a list of all your employees. Whoever had access to the store. I’d also like to apologize for my partner, his parents didn’t give him enough attention growing up.”

“Excuse me, Detective,” despite the dig at him, Percy had a smile on his face as he addressed (y/n), “I’ve already solved the case.”

(y/n)’s arms dropped to her side, and her impatient expression encouraged Percy to continue.

“We’re looking for three white males, one of whom has sleeve tats on both arms.”

“And how do you know that?” (y/n)’s voice was more tired than anything as she made her way over to her partner.

“I had an informant on the inside,” Percy’s voice was dead serious, “He’s been here for years. Watching, learning, waiting.”

A moment of silence hung in the air as (y/n) waited for the punchline.

“His code name?” Percy took a few steps backward before reaching over one of the shelves to reveal a stuffed animal, “Fuzzy cuddle bear. He’s a nanny cam!” 

Percy flipped the bear over quickly before his partner could say anything.

“You got lucky,” (y/n) scoffed, shaking her head.

“No, I got here five minutes before you and figured that in this gigantic electronics store, there had to be at least one working camera,” Percy shot back, taking the chip out of the nanny cam and inserting it into the projector. The televisions behind them showed the robbers, one of them perfectly fitting Percy’s previous description, “Hi, bad guys!”

He picked up the teddy bear again, looking into it’s eyes, “You did it, Fuzzy. You busted ‘em. It’s time to come home.”

“I’m not sure if I can,” Percy lifted the teddy higher, pretending to voice it, and (y/n) rolled her eyes, “I’ve been undercover so long, I’ve forgotten who I am. I have seen terrible things. I haven’t known the touch of a woman in many moons.”

As Percy voices the teddy bear, it got increasingly closer to (y/n)’s face.

“All right,” she said, turning and walking away.

“Detective (l/n)!” the bear, aka Percy, cried, “Don’t walk away from me!”

If there was one thing (y/n) hated, it was losing. And at this very moment, as she sat in the briefing room and looked upon the whiteboard in front of her, she could feel the taste of defeat beginning to seep in.

“Yes, I did crack the case,” Percy Jackson announced from his seat across from her. For once he sat upright in his chair, his body turned to face her as he smirked, “(l/n). would you care to do the honors?”

Feeling the entire room turned to look at her, (y/n) sighed and pushed herself out of her chair. Once at the whiteboard, she erased the number 23 below Percy’s name.

“Yeah, and you’re just gonna wanna add one,” Percy called, as she wrote down the number 24 in very small handwriting.

“I hate this,” (y/n) muttered, mostly to herself as the rest of the room let out whoops, claps, and various cheers. The number under her name was stuck at 22, meaning that Percy remained in the lead.

“And I’m winning!” he exclaimed, “It’s a good feeling.”

As (y/n) turned to go back to her seat, the rest of the room burst out into applause. Her eyes fell on Percy’s green one’s. The large grin on his face provoked the smallest smile from (y/n), and she quickly rolled her eyes to cover it up.

“Enjoy it while it lasts,” she said.

“Oh, I will,” he shot back, moving to rest his legs on the table in front of him before she turned around to the front where one of their sergeants, Jason Grace, was taking the stand.

“Alright,” the tall, blond man cleared his throat before addressing the precinct, “PJ, any update on the Morgenthau murder?”

“Yeah!” Percy stood from his seat, running a hand through his dark hair, “Good news for all you murder fans.”

He brought out a few laughs as he made his way to the front to show off a presentation.

“Earlier this morning, someone decided to shoot and kill luxury food importer Henry Morgenthau. Body was found by the cleaning lady. During her interview, I deduced using expert detective work that she had something super gross on her chin.”

The room groaned at the photo he provided.

“I think it was flan,” Percy’s best friend, Grover Underwood, said after sipping his coffee.

“Grover thinks it’s flan, I think it was butterscotch pudding.”

“It could just be old person gunk,” Clarisse La Rue spoke up, her feet still propped up on the table in front of her despite the numerous requests to remove them, “You know how old people always have that gunk on them?”

“Oldie gunk,” Percy pointed at her, “Could be, yeah. Anyone else?”

“How about we focus on the murder, Jackson? And not the old person gunk?” Jason suggested, patiently.

“Crime techs are at the scene now,” (y/n) spoke up, “We’re heading back when they’re done.”

“Okay, I want you two on this,” Jason emphasized, “This is gonna be priority one for the new C.O.”

“Wait, tell us about the new captain,” Clarisse said.

“Captain Ramírez will be here soon. She’ll want to introduce herself,” he told them, “Dismissed.”

“I think it’s so cool that we’re going to have a female captain,” Hazel Levesque spoke up.

“You know what’s even cooler?” Leo Valdez asked her, “That she’s hispanic.”

That sparked a debate about whether being a woman or being Hispanic made their new Captain more of a minority. The rest of the precinct decided to mind their own business, and tend to their other tasks.

The arrival of the new captain was rather inconvenient, as Percy and Leo, the only two detectives who were not allowed to be left together due to their lack of rational thinking, had been left together and somehow managed to catch an almost full garbage can on fire. In a poor attempt to put the fire out, they had knocked it over and sent burning garbage all over the floor.

“Where the hell is the fire extinguisher?” Frank Zhang, the precinct’s other sergeant, asked frantically. A silent woman handed it to him, “Thank you!”

After the fire had been successfully put out, it took Frank a minute or so to notice that the entire precinct was silently staring behind him. Turning around, he found himself face-to-face with a rather tall, stern looking woman with a very official police badge.

“Captain Ramírez!” Frank exclaimed, and Jason quickly made his way over, taking care not to step on the charred mess on the floor.

“I’m so sorry you had to see that, Captain Ramírez,” the blond man stuck out his hand, “I can assure you that this sort of thing does not usually happen at the 99!”

“Why’s he lying?” Leo whispered, earning a smile from Percy and a shushing noise from (y/n).

“Captain Ramírez-Arellano,” was all the olive skinned woman said.

“I’m sorry?” Grace asked, lowering his hand.

“That is my name. Captain Ramírez-Arellano. I have two last names, I would appreciate for them to be used.”

“I’m sorry, Captain, I wasn’t aware of that,” Jason reacted much quicker than Zhang, “Thank you for correcting us.”

She nodded once in acknowledgment, before turning her attention to the silent detectives.

“Everyone,” she began, poise and elegant like a copper statue, “I am your new commanding officer, Captain Reyna Ramírez-Arellano. I trust that you adults can handle yourselves for a few minutes while I have a word with your sergeants?”

She received a few nods, while the rest of the precinct remained too nervous to move.

“Gentlemen,” she gestured for them to follow her as she walked to her office.

“Yes ma��am,” they said in unison, quickly following behind.

The detectives waited until the door closed to begin speaking.

“I think I’m in love,” Piper McLean spoke up, earning a few nods.

“I love her attitude,” Annabeth Chase, Percy’s other best friend, agreed.

“Is anyone else picking up a gay vibe?” Nico di Angelo, the precinct’s civilian administrator, asked. The room fell silent as everyone gave him a weird look.

“How the hell did you idiots manage to light a whole trash can on fire?” (y/n) asked, turning to Percy and Leo.

The pair shot each other grins, before shaking their heads.

“It was an experiment,” was all Leo said. They refused to explain any further.

In the Captain’s office, Reyna placed her name tag on the desk.

“Sergeant Grace, it’s nice to meet you. Sergeant Zhang, you were with me in the 1-8. Though… you were significantly…..” The captain chose her words carefully.

“Fatter, ma’am,” Frank said, “Yes, I go to a gym now.”

“Good for you,” Reyna’s tone was not at all sarcastic as she stood and walked towards the window, “Sergeants, tell me about your detective squad.”

A moment of silence hung in the air as the two men tried to figure out what to say.

“Hazel Levesque is my fiancée,” Frank spoke up, and the trio’s eyes fell to the dark skinned woman, who was diligently typing away at her computer, “We’ve been cleared and everything, so there’s nothing to worry about. She works hard, she does things by the book, overall she’s very good at her job. But we try to keep her out of the interrogation room.”

“Can she not handle it?” Reyna’s tone was almost surprised.

“Not in the way you’re thinking,” Jason held back a smile.

“You know I’m not mad at you, I just want to hear the truth,” Hazel leaned back in her chair almost too casually as her eyes scanned the face of the man in front of her.

Leo Valdez sat, confused as to why he had been dragged to the interrogation room, “Yeah, I still don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I know that idiot act works on everyone else, but it’s not going to work on me,” the dark skinned woman sat up, her golden eyes burning holes into Leo’s brown ones, “You ate my pie. Admit it.”

“What? Hazel, no I didn’t-“

“You’re lying!” the Latino flinched at the volume increase as Hazel shouted and jumped up, slamming her hands on the metal table between them , “I know you did!”

“Hazel, sweetie, what the hell is going on?” the detectives turned to find Piper McLean had entered the room, “Also, beat it. I need to interrogate my perp.”

“Nico di Angelo, our civilian administrator,” Grace began, nodding to the desk outside the captain’s office. The young man he was referring to, however, remained in the huddled group of off-task detectives, no doubt whispering about what was currently happening behind closed doors, “He’s…scary. But he’s the guy you want sending awkward emails or confronting a lawyer. He is a college student, so this is kind of a part-time job for him, but he does it well. He only really got the job because he grew up with Percy, Annabeth, and Grover.”

“Nico, you managed to get eight at-risk kids to sign up for the Junior Police Program,” Jason said as he and Clarisse approached the young man lounging behind his desk, “How the hell did you do it?”

Nico looked up from his phone, “Oh, I just told them some crap about how they need to have passion for something in their lives. And when that didn’t work I told them about how much cops get paid, how they never have to stop at a red light, and get to carry a gun.”

“How did you know that would work?” Jason asked.

“That’s what made me sign up,” Nico shrugged.

“You did this program?” For once, Clarisse sounded surprised as she looked upon Nico’s shaggy black hair, silver skull rings, dark baggy clothing, and various chains.

“Yeah. It does not work.”

“While Nico is scary in the ‘caffeine withdrawal slash emo teenager’ kind of way, Clarisse La Rue is scary in the ‘I’m gonna pull you into a dark alley and beat you up’ kind of way,” Frank continued, his eyes falling on the curly haired woman, who was currently staring daggers into someone across the room, “She’s not the best at managing her anger, or doing her paperwork. She’s tough, smart, and very athletic.”

Clarisse had just arrived back at the precinct after a trial where she testified against a perp she had arrested. Hazel and Frank applauded almost genuinely as Clarisse spread her arms and did a mock bow.

“La Rue, you did it,” Frank congratulated, “They found him guilty on all charges.”

“Huh,” Clarisse smiled for once, “Hazel’s advice worked.”

She threw a light punch at the woman’s shoulder, who laughed in return.

“So where was your happy place?” Hazel asked, referring to the trick she suggested to keep her temper in check.

“I’m in a cabin in the middle of nowhere,” Clarisse began, “Inside it’s just me and that stupid, slimy defense attorney. And I’m beating the hell out of him. I break a dining room table over his head. Then I rip off his arm and shove it where the sun don't shine. Then I reach down his throat and shake his hand.”

Frank and Hazel looked at each other, speechless.

“Yeah, okay!” Frank finally said after he collected his thoughts, “I’m going to go ahead and schedule you for a psych eval!”

“Piper McLean can either be your best friend, or your worst enemy,” Grace continued, and the attention turned to the almond skinned woman wearing a snowboarding jacket who was whispering with Nico, “she grew up really well off, but once she turned 18 she decided to make her own money. She’s a very hard worker, but she can be a little…uneducated in certain aspects of life.”

It was around noon when the entire precinct was startled by the sound of an explosion.

A startled scream directed everyone’s attention over to the microwave, which had caught on fire. Piper McLean stood a few feet away, frozen in shock.

“Piper, use the fire extinguisher!” Annabeth called from the other side of the room.

“I don’t know how to!”

Grover, who was in close proximity, grabbed the extinguisher and successfully put out the fire.

“What the hell happened?” Clarisse asked, and everyone else began muttering their own questions.

“I don’t know, I-“

Grover opened the charred microwave to reveal a fork. At the sight of it, everyone let out an annoyed sigh.

“Did you put this in there?” he asked.

“Was I not supposed to? I’m sorry, I can replace it-“

Sergeant Grace and Sergeant Zhang exchanged looks.

“We need to schedule a ‘precinct safety’ meeting,” Jason muttered, and Frank nodded.

“Leo Valdez is going to be the reason I have a heart attack,” Frank Zhang sighed and nodded to the curly-haired Latino who stood in the center of the Off-Task unit, “I love the kid, but he’s insane. Somehow he manages to light everything on fire. But work-wise, he’s surprisingly efficient. He had a really rough childhood. His mom died and he was homeless for a while. Obviously that kind of stuff is still going to effect you later in life, so we try to cut him some slack if he’s having a hard time.”

“Hey, are you doing okay?” (y/n) quietly asked as she approached Leo at his desk. She had been watching him for a while, and his unexplained shift in personality was beginning to worry her. The precinct was having one of its rare quiet days, where all the extroverts were out chasing leads.

“Hm?” Leo looked up from his computer monitor, which had turned off ten minutes ago, “What? Oh, yeah, no, I’m fine.”

“Something about saying “yeah, no,” makes me think you’re not fine,” (y/n) said, a small smile on her face, “Do you want to talk about anything?”

Leo was silent for a moment, before he sighed.

“Ah,” he began picking at the zipper of his open jacket, “Today’s kind of the anniversary of my mom dying.”

“Oh,” (y/n) didn’t know what to say. ‘I’m sorry’ didn’t sound good enough.

“And I just-“ Leo stopped himself, pausing to look out the window. (y/n) was pretty sure he was blinking back tears, so she awkwardly turned her head for a moment to give him some privacy, “I’m just having a hard time focusing. Literally all I have to do is finish this stupid report. I was supposed to be done an hour ago, I’m not even halfway done.”

“I can do it,” (y/n) said after a moment of silence.

Leo turned to look at her, almost confused, “What? No, (l/n), you don’t have to do my report, I-“

“No, I can do it. I fly through reports. And this way you can get started on something else,” she nodded to the sticky notes tapped to the bottom of his monitor with an overwhelming to-do list.

Leo’s eyes scanned (y/n)’s face for a moment. She stuck her hand out, and Leo eventually handed her the file.

“Thank you,” he said, quietly, and she gave him a small nod.

“Grover Underwood is a member of what we higher-ups call the trio. It’s composed of him, Annabeth, and Percy, since they grew up together. Out of the three of them, Grover is the only one I would trust with my car keys,” Grace said, and the attention went towards the brown skinned man whispering to a blonde woman, “He’s a sweet kid, he loves animals, and bless the Lord, he has a sense of reason.”

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Grover Underwood made a show of announcing as he walked into the precinct, earning everyone’s attention, “Six banks robbed in three weeks, $250,000 stolen, citizens trembling in fear. Well, no more.”

“You got your bank robber!” Jason exclaimed.

“Went home last night, no overtime, just me and some brie. And I cracked it. So, here he is. The thug that’s been terrorizing the city. Say hello, Marvin.”

“Hello,” everyone’s smiles faded as they turned their attention to an eighty year old man with a blue scarf.

“Oh my Gods, he’s so old,” Hazel exclaimed, voicing what everyone else was thinking.

“He’s not that old!” Grover insisted, his own attitude dropping at the unexpected reaction, “his nurse isn’t even full time!”

“Annabeth Chase is scary in the ‘I know a hundred ways to kill you and even more ways to hide your body’ kind of way,” Frank continued, nodding to the blonde who was nodding to whatever Grover was whispering, “She’s the smartest person you know, until she’s around Percy and Grover. She can either be the biggest overachiever, or the biggest slacker. It really depends on the week.”

When Annabeth Chase sat down at her desk with a large cup of coffee, Grover, her desk partner, paused his conversation with Clarisse. The two detectives silently watched the blonde woman as she impatiently waited for her computer to turn on.

“What?” Annabeth asked as she finally noticed their eyes, her voice containing a slight rasp to it.

“Nothing,” the glance shared between Grover and Clarisse revealed the lie.

Annabeth’s eyes narrowed, expectantly.

“You just look a little…tired, Annabeth,” Grover made sure to keep his voice light as he referred to the dark circles under her eyes, “Did you sleep alright?”

“I didn’t sleep at all, actually,” Annabeth blinked, her focus off in the distance, “I got off work late and went home. I started playing Minecraft, and got distracted with building the city of New York. Before I knew it, it was time for me to come back and I still hadn’t finished my work.”

“Did you finish the city?” Grover’s casual tone let Clarisse know this wasn’t an uncommon occurance.

“Almost,” she rubbed her eyes, “I just need to put in the sidewalks and figure out how to make cars.”

The other two detectives watched silently as the blonde chugged her coffee.

“I’m still behind on my paperwork,” she muttered.

Reyna’s attention fell to one of the desks outside the group of people, where (y/n) sat, halfheartedly attempting to type up a report. ‘Attempting’ being the key word, because Percy was making things difficult as he leaned on her desk while he went on about something in the hopes of earning her attention. 

“Tell me about them,” Reyna nodded in their direction, and the sergeants exchanged knowing  looks.

“(y/n) (l/n) is our newest detective. She’s been here almost a year, and, well…” Frank trailed off, “All we really know is that she’s reserved, smart, and very hard to read.”

“She’s brilliant, but she has a hard time letting people in. Stubborn too,” Jason added, “she and Jackson have some big bet over who gets more arrests this year. Ever since the bet, their numbers have gone way up.”

“Hey, how did you know that woman?” Percy asked his partner as he drove the police car back to the precinct.

“Hm?” (y/n) looked up from the case file she was studying. Percy glanced over to find her watching him, “Keep your eyes on the road, Jackson.”

“They are!” he insisted, “And I asked how you knew the woman we spoke to.”

“Oh,” (y/n) seemed to hold back a smile, “I made her wedding cakes back when I had a baking business.”

“I didn’t know you owned a business!” Percy’s eyes were wide, and his tone was full of surprise, “Or that you could bake.”

“I only did it to put myself through college. It was fun, but I don’t really have time for it anymore,” (y/n) shrugged, “I was really good at it, though.”

“You know, my birthday’s in a few months,” Percy shot her a quick smile. Then his expression faltered, and he was silent for a moment, “Wait a minute, did you say wedding cakes, plural?”

“Percy, watch the fucking road!”

“Tell me about Jackson,” Reyna said.

Jason let out a long sigh, “Percy Jackson may just be our best detective. He loves putting away bad guys and solving puzzles. The only puzzle he hasn’t solved is how to grow up.”

“That was very well put,” Reyna noted.

“We’ve both spoken a lot about Percy in our departmentally mandated therapy sessions,” Frank muttered.

“You busted through a window for no reason?” Jason Grace asked, his hands massaging his temple.

“Basic police tactic, Sarge,” Percy said, as if it should’ve been obvious, “Cover every exit.”

“It was a sealed window on the fifth floor,” Jason lifted his head to squint at the dark haired detective, “You could’ve just gone through the door with Grover.”

“Yeah, but then what would my catchphrase have been? “Knock knock, who’s there? Justice?”” Percy stopped talking, taking a moment to think, “Wait, that's actually amazing.”

Jason walked away, shaking his head as he muttered something about paperwork.

“We’ve also noticed he seems to have a strange fixation on trying to get (y/n) to open up,” Jason commented, “So if they’re not working on a case together, they need to be as far away from each other as possible, otherwise no work will get done.”

“Aren’t their desks right next to each other?” Reyna asked.

“That’s the problem we’ve run into as well,” Frank nodded, “And these detectives are weirdly attached with their desks.”

Reyna was silent for a moment, “Thank you, sergeants, you may be dismissed. Please send di Angelo in.”

“Yes ma’am.”

A few moments later there was a knock at the door, “You wanted to see me?”

“Yes, Nico, have a seat,” Reyna gestured to the chair in front of her desk.

She waited until the young adult was comfortable before she spoke again, her eyes trained beyond her window, “Tell me about the bet between (l/n) and Jackson.”

Nico blinked, almost surprised at the question.

“Oh. Well, it started a few months ago. I’m not really sure what they were arguing about, but it ended in Percy insisting he could do his job better than her. So the deal is if (l/n) gets more felony arrests, Percy has to give her his car. It’s an old Mustang, it’s pretty sick. But if he gets more arrests, she has to go on a date with him,” Reyna’s lips twitched up at Nico’s words, “He guarantees it will end in sex, but honestly the rest of the precinct seems to think (y/n)’s got this in the bag.”

“And what do you think?” the captain asked, shifting her gaze to the young man in front of her as she leaned back in her chair ever so slightly.

Nico glanced towards the door to ensure it was closed before answering, “Honestly? It depends on how much he wants that date. He has a tremendous amount of potential, he just needs something to put it towards. On the other hand, I don’t know shit about (y/n). She gets her work done, and kind of keeps to herself. That girl could be a secret undercover crime lord or something, and none of us would know until it’s too late.”

“I get your point,” Reyna nodded, “Thank you, you may go.”

When the new captain was finally left alone in her office, she allowed herself to recline in her chair, her eyes still on the pair of detectives.

At this point, (y/n) had given up on writing her report. Her arms crossed in front of her, yet she had the slightest smile on her face as she looked up at Percy. He was still talking about God-knows-what, and anyone watching could tell it was a one-sided conversation. The way that he slowly inched closer to her, and the way that she nodded along with his words let Reyna know that while she may be in for more than she signed up for, this was going to be hella interesting.

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hiiii uhhh joel drabble based on my daddy dick appointment yesterday

warning: rimming, intox (poppers and weed), oral, squirting, erectile dysfunction (real old man dick enjoyers know wassup), toys, overstimulation, daddy kink obvs

anatomical terms: cunt/pussy, clit/cock/dick

It’s not that you had daddy issues.

Or that he had a framed picture of him and his daughter on the shelf.

Or a throw pillow with the word DAD sewn onto it, clutched against your chest as he messily ate you out on the leather sectional in his one bedroom apartment.

No, he was just hot. A hot older guy that hit you up on Grindr for the ol' smoke and poke, a quick hit of some blunt and cunt. That’s it. That’s all this was.

He was just a hot older guy, and nothing more.

Not a daddy.

The picture of his daughter was not staring you down while you blew him, much too rigorously for his liking.

“Easy, easy there, easy. Slow down, baby. I don’t wanna cum yet. Just- Just lick my balls for a little bit. Nice and slow, good boy.”

You did as he said, slithering your tongue across and smothering your face in his massive balls, trying and failing to fit even just one in your mouth. You did not want to think about how that girl in the picture frame was once swimming around in them.

And you definitely were not wondering if his daughter’s mother ever ate his ass out like this. With how tense he was, you figured probably not, but he opened up beautifully once you lubed up your fingers. Hell, he even took that buttplug like a champ.

“Oh, Jesus Christ… Ngh…”

“You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good… Just gotta… Mmm, just gotta get used to it, sweetness.”

Maybe his ex was kinky. Maybe she’d been the first one to touch his prostate. Or maybe it was his doctor just a couple weeks ago. Maybe it’d been revelation, divine knowledge bestowed to him while bent over on the exam table, and he’d been experimenting ever since, trying to make lightning strike twice.

You were not trying to guess whether he was divorced, a widower, or a cheater. Hopefully not the third, because nothing will kill an orgasm faster than a vengeful spouse and a loaded handgun. But hey, that’s not your problem. Not yet, at least, and hopefully not ever.

Just a hot older guy. Decades of experience, and it showed. He surely knew his way around a pussy, liquid proof dripping from his mustache. He knelt down in front of you once more, hoisted your legs onto his shoulders, and yanked your butt off the edge of the couch.

“Got the poppers, bud? Y’wanna hold ‘em up for me?”

You uncapped and held the small bottle to his nostril and watched him take a five second inhale, then a breath, and another five second inhale.

Fuck, he was hot.

You barely had time to bring the poppers to your own face before his went down. His tongue pressed and flicked, swirled and licked your fattened clit. Two long fingers shoved up your pussy, and one snuck up your ass, all three reaching much deeper than you could do yourself. They pumped in time with his mouth, at first. Steady, deliberate motions intended to open you up for something more. He rose to his feet, bringing your legs up with him, and feverishly pumped his half-hard cock. Brows knit in unwavering focus as he tried to get it all the way up.

“Shit… won’t stay up. Hol’ on. Where’s the damn…?”

He grabbed a rubber ring off the coffee table and slid it onto his cock, tugging his heavy balls through the loop. You watched, entranced, having no frame of reference for what that might feel like. You tried to imagine it on your own cock: a tight pinch, forcing all that blood into it, all that pressure. It sounded heavenly on its own, but to be fair, you had much less dick to fill. The ring seemed to be doing the trick for him, though. He finally got it up, poked it against your cunt, and shoved it in. No time to waste, and no time to adjust before he started coring you out on the couch.

For about three thrusts, and then he fell out.

“Son of a… Fuck it.”

In a fit of sexual frustration, he fell to his knees and plunged his face into your pussy once more. All tact and any shred of restraint he had left was gone. He was an animal, and devoured you as such. He sucked your tiny dick up into his mouth, tugging at it like he was trying to tear it off. The three fingers went back into your holes as if they'd never left, finding your sweet spots in a matter of seconds. He jackhammered them, forcing you to bear a ruthless, brutal onslaught of pleasure. The speed had your entire body shaking, even down to your voice.

"F-F-F-u-u-u-u-u-c-k-k, o-o-h-h-h-h, y-y-y-e-e-e-e-e-s-s-s..."

It sounded like you were moaning into a desk fan, the sobs of ecstasy being intercepted by his hand. His wrist did not falter, not for a moment. Not even when every jab of his fingers got him splashed with cum. Every. Jab. You honestly didn't even know you could physically squirt this much. Hell, you couldn't stop squirting. Not that you'd want to, but still. He just took it on the chin, quite literally, snarling with sadistic satisfaction as he drank it all down. When his thirst was finally quenched, he pulled back, his face glistening with your juices.

"Sorry I couldn't get hard, darlin'. I dunno if it was the poppers or the pot or what... Usually doesn't happen to me."

The fuck? The man sucks your soul out of your body, gives you an industrial-strength orgasm, and the first word out of his mouth is sorry? Your cunt was still buzzing a good 30 seconds after he stopped and he thinks to apologize? Is this guy for real? You shut that shit down right away.

"No, no, no, oh my god, you're... you're fine, don't worry... Shit... That was... You're fucking amazing... Thank you..."

"Aw, pleasure's all mine, sugarplum. You taste fuckin' incredible, y'know. I could-"

*RING*

"Shit, it's my daughter. I gotta take this."

Saying the quiet part out loud, it seems.

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4)     My ambition wouldn’t allow for compromise

for Will Ready ❤️

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My ambition wouldn’t allow for compromise.

It’s the words that ring in Will’s head whenever he lays eyes on Em, the reminder that of cut she made to his heart, severing the valves before she tore it right out of his chest. He feels that acutely when he’s in her presence despite the fact he plays it cool.

He'd shut down completely after she left, didn’t date, didn’t fuck just kept his head down and focused on his dream of being a firefighter because while she had ambitions, he did too. They’d just become forgotten about in the pursuit of her dream.

And now his own have been dashed, because even though he scored in the top percentile of the Honolulu FD Fire Test, his face, it doesn’t quite fit so that fresh start he was hoping for, it’s gone. He’s heart broken all over again, which is why he’s sitting on the sand, sipping a beer and staring at the sea as the sun starts to lower in the distance.

“I’ll give you a dollar for them.” You say as you sit down alongside him and he tilts his head towards you with that sullen expression on his sun-kissed features.

“You’d be wasting your money.” He informs you and you shrug your shoulders.

“It’s my money to waste.” You counter and despite the absolute shittiness of the day he finds himself smiling.

You always do this to him, whenever he gets in his own head, you’re there like a ray of sunshine to brighten his day with some silly remark. This thing between the two of you, it may be new but it’s been coming for a while.  Will was just too ruined to do anything with it until an evening just like this one when you kissed him on beach.

You’d tasted like strawberries from the wine cooler you’d been drinking, the scent of coconut sun lotion clinging to your skin as he’d undressed you under the moonlight. He’d spent hours making love to you on the sand, the stars shining brightly in the sky above. He’d drowned in you that night, immersed himself in your ocean and when he’d finally come up for air, he felt like a new man.

One that worthy of all the good things that life had to give him.

“I didn’t get in.” He says finally, setting the beer bottle down. “I’m not sure if it was ever what I wanted anyway or if it was just a good distraction after Em. I’m…” He pauses then, trying to puzzle out the words he’s searching for. “I guess I’m a little lost right now. I don’t really know where I’m heading…”

The words hang between the two of you reminding Will that as a partner he doesn’t have that much to offer. He’s a man that works with his ex and is struggling to come to terms with the fact his only chance of escape has just been torpedoed. He’s not the type of guy you should be jumping into a relationship with right now but here you are doing just that.

“Come on.” You say lightly, your fingers entwining with his before you pull him to his feet. “The let’s go grab dinner and see if can figure it out together.”

Together… Will thinks as he picks up his beer bottle to toss in the recycling can.

Will likes the sound of that.

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Just Know I Learned to Hide It Well Part 2 (Brian/Justin WIP)

This portion takes place right after my previous post and is still Brian POV. If he seems out of character know that it’s intentional since I feel the writers really dropped the ball on his emotional growth by s4.

But then, Vic died, and everything got pushed to the side in favor of making sure Deb and Mikey felt supported in their grief. Vic’s death hit me hard, but I still couldn’t admit that out loud to anyone. So, instead, I used my blunt but honest way of speaking, which got me thrown out. I had hoped Justin would leave with me, but even he seemed angry at me. My head spun, trying to identify if he was mad at me or the world in general.

That night, instead of going back to Babylon and picking up a trick like I so desperately wanted, I stayed in my loft drinking Beam and trying not to think too much about all the pain around me. I wasn’t sure that Justin would come here after he was done at Deb’s, but my heart hoped for it. In fact, I couldn’t stop myself from continually looking over my shoulder toward the door as I pretended to work on an upcoming campaign for Eyeconic Optics.

Around midnight, my door slid open, and Justin came in without a word. By that time, I had retired to my bed with a joint and a bottle of water. I was still thinking heavily about what Ted had said the day before. Justin fits himself into other people’s worlds instead of making his own. I thought about how Justin was currently camping out on Daphne’s couch instead of using his Rage money to rent an apartment of his own. It seemed as though Ted’s observation had been right. I just couldn’t figure out why Justin refused to make a world for himself.

Justin scrambled onto the bed and wordlessly took the joint from my fingers. He leaned back on his pillow and exhaled smoke. It lingered in the air between us as I continued to ponder Justin’s motives and desires, and he lay there deep in his own thoughts. Then, I heard a sniffle from his side of the bed, and I turned.

Justin was crying. Not the typical quiet tears that you’d find in someone who’d lost a person they knew but weren’t extremely close to. I knew Justin had lived with Vic when he was at Deb’s right before the bashing, but I’d never gotten the impression that the two had bonded all that much. But here he was, sobbing so hard his nose was also running. Without another thought, I pulled him against my chest and held him close. I let him cry until he was ready to talk or sleep, whichever he preferred.

Justin eventually pulled his arms up to wrap around me and squeezed us closer together. The young man seemed to be unable to stop his emotions from spilling over. Not for the first time, I wondered how much of this was related to Vic’s passing and how much was an emotional release regarding his past trauma. (Don’t get weird on me. I do know certain psychology terms. In fact, I see a guy every once in a while who offers me a few insights.)

Finally, Justin turned his head so that he lay against my chest and stared toward my closet and attached bathroom. His fingers started to doodle things on my arm as he tried to steady his breathing, most likely muddling through his thoughts to create a coherent sentence. I let my hands run up and down his back, hoping it would help him calm down.

“Deb’s still mad at you, by the way.” Justin finally muttered.

I groaned both at how stubborn Deb was being and at Justin’s refusal to open up about anything of importance. But, then again, he learned from the master – me.

“You know, Vic would agree with me. He was damn lucky to have been given those years. And I’m not going to take back my words to make someone feel better.” A silence fell between us before I added, “But I’m sorry you had to face the family alone.”

“It wasn’t so bad. I mostly sat in the kitchen while Em flitted around making food.” What he didn’t say, but I knew to be true, was he sat in the kitchen because everyone crammed into the living room was too much for him.

Justin started to kiss my neck and then pulled back my shirt and kissed my clavicle. I knew where he was headed, so I stopped him. I didn’t want to have sex. I tried to get him to talk. But I also didn’t want him to think I was rejecting him because that would make everything that much worse.

“I was thinking. What would you say to have half of the closet back to store your clothes? And why don’t you set up a space here for your art? I could get you whatever you need.” My eyes followed his every move as he processed what I was saying.

“Are you asking me to move in permanently?” Justin looked like he wanted to bolt. Before Ethan, that question would have been enthusiastic; now, it just made him uneasy.

“I’m saying I want you around as much as you can handle. I want you to feel like you belong here because you do.” I rubbed my hand up and down his back in comfort.

Justin bit his lip and looked around the loft. “But this is your place. I don’t want to be in the way of your tricks.”

The tail end of his statement stung a little. I know he meant well because I did still occasionally pick up tricks. Mostly out of boredom while I waited for him to get off the graveyard shift at the diner. But I digress. Ted’s words echoed in my mind as I worked out the right words to say to keep him comfortable.

Have you ever considered that Justin molds himself to fit into other people’s worlds instead of demanding that others fit to him?

“What would make you most comfortable when you are here? I don’t want you to ever think you are in my way. Because you’re not.” I made sure my hand was on his back as I spoke to him to be sure he knew he was loved and wanted.

“But you don’t want me to move in.” Justin’s tone was broken and forlorn. I truly didn’t know what to make of him in this state.

“I didn’t say that. I am simply giving you control over what you want. I know you don’t want to be alone, or else you would’ve used your Rage money and gotten your own place instead of crashing on Daphne’s couch. If you’d much rather be here, I’m telling you that I wouldn’t mind it either.” I moved my hand from his back to his cheek, cupping it gently as my thumb rubbed his skin to soothe his racing thoughts.

“Can I decide later?” Justin whispered, turning his body away from me. It was a sure sign that he wasn’t in the mood to continue our conversation. So, instead of responding, I reached out and pulled him back down so that we were lying in each other’s arms once again.

I rubbed my hand through his hair as I felt his breaths even out against my chest. My mind was still racing, unable to stop. I wanted Justin to open up, but it seemed that all the things that had happened between us in the almost 3 years since we’d met had forever affected his ability to fully trust what I was saying to him. I will never admit it out loud, but that hurt more than him leaving me for the fiddler.

Eventually, I fell asleep, soothed by the sound of Justin’s breathing and the weight of him.

—

Two days after Vic died, Justin seemed to have perked up a bit. He was back to joking and laughing. He’d even given me an answer about making my loft a bit more of a joint space for the two of us. He’d done so by bringing his computer back to the loft along with a small desk that he’d bought for himself. Justin still hadn’t brought any of his clothes or personal care items, but I knew that the computer was a huge step toward him being with me more permanently.

We were enjoying an after-work sex session. It was so nice to finally feel the tendrils in my mind unfurl at the mere touch of the one person I would ever allow access to my body more than my standard couple of times. Justin was the only person I would ever allow inside the walls that guarded my most intimate thoughts and feelings. He was the only one who knew every inch of me better than even my most favorite of tricks.

“Uhh, Brian?” Justin repositioned himself away from my cock midblow job.

I looked down at him without adjusting my position. Looking at him through my lashes was always something that I kept stored in my memory to look back on when I was jerking myself off, and he wasn’t there. Only, this time, he wasn’t shining up at me with his usual enthusiasm. This time, he was looking at me very concerned. That alone forced me to sit up, putting a bit of distance between us. Something was up. My mind immediately jumped to Justin, deciding he wanted to leave me for good this time. It didn’t matter that this particular thought was extremely irrational, considering what we were in the middle of doing.

I couldn’t find my voice, so I simply raised an eyebrow at him in question. Justin got the idea and immediately started to speak once more.

“Were you aware that you have a sort of lump on your ball?” Justin looked nervous as hell as if he expected me to lash out. Which considering my emotionally immature history, he wasn’t wrong.

“A what?” I managed to croak out. My mind raced with fear over what the lump could be. Lumps on body parts were never a good thing.

“A, um, lump. It’s about this big.” Justin held up his hand, two of his fingers connected to make a smallish circle.

I leaned forward and placed my hands on his shoulders, “No, but I promise I’ll get it looked at. It’s probably nothing.”

I then got up and walked toward the bathroom. Justin had enough going on in his own head; he didn’t need my insane thoughts, too. But the young blond followed me closely. I knew he was probably switching into that annoying caretaker mode that he loved so much. I also didn’t have the heart to turn him away. Now that I was more open to admitting that he was important to me, I had found that I wasn’t as prickly about him seeing me when I was not my best.

“Brian?” Justin finally spoke as I leaned into the shower to turn on the water stream. I didn’t respond. Instead, I silently looked at him and nodded my head toward the shower. I wanted him in the shower with me even if I wasn’t ready to talk about the possible problem we’d just discovered.

Justin nodded silently, understanding, and rubbed his hand on my back as he followed me inside. Under the water, we both looked at each other before connecting our mouths in a way only the two of us knew. Feeling the love and support ooze from him with every move of his mouth on mine reminded me why it was never a challenge for me to agree to only kiss him on the lips. Even when we were broken up, I couldn’t bring myself to kiss anyone else because, after him, nothing was ever quite as good.

I was in the midst of washing his back when Justin finally spoke again. I knew he would eventually. If I was the epitome of walls and silence, Justin was openness and communication – usually.

“What if it’s cancer?” Justin’s voice was wet, and I knew it was from more than just the shower stream. Without responding, I wrapped my arms around his chest and pulled him against my own. I kissed the side of his head before I nuzzled his neck.

“Then, I’ll deal with it.” I finally whispered. “It’s all going to be fine.”

Justin turned in my arms so that we were now eye to eye. His gaze wandered across my face. “How can you say that when your dad died from cancer?”

I kissed him again, this time on the forehead. “Sunshine, my father ignored his health, and so the cancer spread beyond the point of help. I swear, when we get out of the shower, I will call my doctor and see what he says.”

“On a Saturday?” Justin looked unconvinced.

“You know, most doctors still practice on the weekends.” I ruffled his hair and reached behind him to turn off the water.

“Can I go with you?” Justin asked, his voice soft and timid.

I tossed his towel at him and started to dry off my own body as I thought over how I wanted to respond. If this had been before our breakup, I wouldn’t have even hesitated to push him away from something so intimate. But now we’d been through hell and back together, and for some reason, I found I could trust him better than I ever did Mikey. I found my heart aching for Justin to be there while I got the news, one way or the other.

“Sure.” I shrugged to make it seem like this wasn’t as monumental for our relationship as it was.

“Seriously?” Justin lit up like I hadn’t seen him do in weeks. He bounced up and down, pulling on my arm.

“Don’t make a big deal out of it, or I will retract the invite.” I rolled my eyes and turned to my closet to change.

By the time I had carefully selected a comfortable pair of jeans with one of the soft t-shirts I never wore out in public and had called my doctor to make an appointment, Justin was sitting at his computer, dressed and already immersed in some kind of art piece.

I smiled to myself while watching him work. His intense focus whenever he was creating made my chest ache in the most comforting way. I’d long wondered why he did that to me in the midst of art, but I was too terrified to put it into words.

I walked over to his desk and leaned over to nuzzle his neck once more. The smell at the point where his neck and shoulders met was always my favorite. It put my mind at ease every single time, though I would never tell him that. Or maybe I will someday.

“Monday morning at 9. What are you doing?” I finally asked, trying to gauge how committed he was to attend my appointment with me.

“I have a class, but honestly, I can skip it. It’s art history, and let’s just say I already read the entire textbook.” Justin turned slightly to kiss my nose with a smirk.

“Of course you have.” I roll my eyes, pretty sure Justin could detect that I did so fondly. “What do you say about going to the oncologist with me?”

Justin turned his computer off and gave me his full attention. I stepped back to give him room to get out of his chair. I watched him, nervous that he would go back on his offer. Even if I would never say it out loud, I was scared, and the idea of him being there made me happier than I ever thought possible.

“You were serious about letting me join you?” Justin looked incredulous.

“I never say or do anything I don’t want to.” I shrugged as if my response was remotely close to satisfactory.

Justin approached me, a smile growing on his face, and he wrapped his arms around my neck, locking me in place.

“Of course, I’ll come with you.” Then Justin laid his head against my chest, and we just stood there in silence for a bit. It was nice just existing with him. No expectations needed.

We spent the rest of the weekend dividing our time between Justin’s work hours, family obligations, and Lindsay begging me to come to the park with her and Gus. By the time Sunday night rolled around, Mikey was at the loft begging me to go to Babylon with him while Justin was across the room working on a project for school. Despite them making demands of him, I was glad Justin had finally decided to go back to school.

“Come on, Brian!” Michael whined. “You haven’t been to Babylon since before Vic died.”

“I’ve been grieving.” I deadpan, my gaze sweeping over to Justin, who snorted just as I finished speaking.

“Sure, you have.” Mikey looked between us enviously. Then he leaned over the kitchen counter so he could whisper to me without Justin hearing. “I thought you guys were keeping it casual.”

I look at Michael and then shake my head, “Mikey, what I do in my own time is none of your business. If I want Justin to suck me off all weekend long, then I’m allowed to. We are both consenting adults.”

“Barely,” Mikey whined again. “You never come out with me anymore.”

“You have your own hubby and child now, Mikey. I wouldn’t want to take you away from them.” I snark in a way that I hope will get Mikey to leave. The longer I watched Justin create, the more I wanted to make him come undone on my bed.

“They’re at some HIV group thing tonight.” Mikey shrugged. “Come on, I’m sure Babylon is much better than just staying home with him.”

Justin got up from his computer and stretched his arms above his head. Then, he brought his hands together to massage his damaged one. I strode from the kitchen, ignoring Mikey’s jab at Justin. I gently took his hand in mine and started to massage it like he always liked. Without a word, I knew the pain was slowly receding as he looked into my eyes, and we silently communicated.

“Mikey, my answer is no. Please leave.” I responded after some time, still not taking my eyes off Justin.

We heard the door open and then slam close. My eyes never once left Justin’s, which means I caught when he ever so subtly relaxed in Michael’s absence.

“You know he’s just…” I stopped myself, unsure how to explain what Mikey was doing.

“Brian,” Justin cupped my cheek to focus me, “It’s fucking Mikey. I never take what he says to heart. At least not anymore. He knows you’ll never love him, but he can’t handle you actually loving someone else.”

“Is that what you think this is, Sunshine,” I smirked and put my tongue in my cheek.

Justin didn’t respond, instead, he kissed me deeply on the mouth. I gave his tongue entrance, and soon we were wrapped up in each other, Mikey a mere memory. Before I wanted it to, the kiss ended. Justin smirked up at me and patted my bicep.

He walked back toward the desk to continue his art but turned slightly to respond, “Whether you want to admit it or not, you love me.”

And you know what, I do. Woah, that’s a terrifying thought.

The next morning, Justin was up long before our joint alarm, so I knew he was just as nervous about this appointment as I was. I was never a naturally comforting person, so I was at a loss for how to reassure him while my own fears were building up. My mind turned to Deb and how she always seemed to know the right thing to say. I couldn’t come up with anything. Instead, I got up and found him staring out of the bay of windows. I quietly walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his torso, letting my chin fall on his shoulder. It was one of our favorite ways to comfort each other without speaking.

“What if you have cancer?” Justin’s question from a few days ago comes out of his mouth once more. He says it very quietly with as much caution as I’ve ever heard in his tone.

I squeezed him even closer to my chest so he could feel my heart beating against his back. Then, with a kiss on his neck, I responded.

“Then I’ll have cancer. What’s one more thing for us to handle?”

Justin fell silent once more, but I didn’t push him to respond. I wanted him to process all his thoughts and then speak to me.

“Maybe I shouldn’t go today. If it’s bad news, you’ll want to sit with it for a while before you tell me. Like always.” Justin shrugged away from my embrace and plopped down on the couch. I ran my hand down my face before I turned around to face him.

“I wouldn’t have told you to come if I didn’t want you there.” I didn’t sit down; based on Justin’s body language, he needed some space right now. “I know I’ve been guarded in the past. But, I thought we were past all that after what happened with Stockwell.”

Justin sighed and then looked up at me; his eyes were brimming with unshed tears. He angrily wiped at them to make them retreat. Something was bothering him, making him emotionally vulnerable, but he didn’t want to talk about it. I needed to do something fast if I hoped to salvage what little ground I felt we had made since he found the lump. I crossed the room in three quick steps and sat down, angled toward him with our knees making contact.

“Justin, what’s going on?” I reached out to hold his hand, but he moved it away.

“Ever since I was running around with Cody, I haven’t been able to get Chris Hobbs out of my head, and then my thoughts morph into a version where you break up with me.” He paused to take a few deep breaths. “I know in here,” he pointed to his chest, “That you wouldn’t do that. Just like you wouldn’t stop me if I left. But,” He shrugged and stopped speaking. It was as if he’d lost his nerve.

Then he pointed to his head, “But up here, it tells me all the time that I’m a waste of space. That you think I’m always in the way. That no one really wants me. After all, if my parents, who are supposed to love me no matter what, could abandon me, how can I rely on anyone else?”

It was the most he had ever spoken to me about his mental health and how he felt. I knew that in the past, I hadn’t been very receptive to feelings or emotions. It made me feel good knowing that he now trusted me to hear his issues and not react badly.

“Sunshine. You are never a waste of space, and I will never think you are in the way. I l-” I faltered on that one four-letter word that came so easily to so many but not to me. “I care about you. I have for a very long time.” Then I pulled him into another hug, this time I made sure he could feel every breath I took.

“Let’s get ready for my appointment. I figure we could have some fun in the shower.” I winked at him with a mischievous smile. Justin just shook his head and smiled at me.

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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 6) Chapter Five

Father Figure! Lucifer Morningstar x Teen! Reader

Demon! OC x Reader

Chapter Five: If We join the Party, There’s Going to be a Musical Number

Summary: The musical numbers continue through dates and parties (not that (Y/N) and their friends are complaining. These ones are pretty fun).

            (Y/N) walked into the penthouse, threw their backpack down, and crossed their arms. Lucifer looked up from his coffee.

            “Something wrong?” he said.

            “What are you Celestials up to now?” said (Y/N).

            Lucifer tried to look innocent. “What are you talking about?”

            “I’m talking about the song and dance numbers breaking out in the street,” said (Y/N). “I’m sure you’ve noticed them, you’d have to be blind not to.”

            “No, no, I noticed when an entire crime scene sang ‘Another One Bites the Dust,’ ” said Lucifer. “I just thought that maybe it was my father only bothering me and it wasn’t…spreading.”

            “It’s definitely spreading, like a disease,” said (Y/N). They considered. “Kind of fun, though. When we weren’t singing about the apocalypse, that is.”

            “You had to sing about that?” Lucifer’s brow creased in worry at how (Y/N) felt.

            They waved a hand. “Relax, we had a Lady Gaga number with a fashion show, so that made up for it.” They crossed their arms again. “But why is God directing a musical?”

            Lucifer sighed. “He’s trying to ‘bond’ with me.”

            “Your family has weird ways of doing that,” said (Y/N).

            “I’m hoping Dr. Martin will knock some sense into Him,” said Lucifer, standing and straightening his jacket.

            “…What?”

            “We’re going to Family Therapy,” said Lucifer.

            “Did you try that with your Mother and it went wrong?” said (Y/N).

            “This is my Father, totally different.”

            “Uhuh, yeah, sure. Good luck to Linda!” (Y/N) shook their head. “I wouldn’t want to be the one trying to give therapy to God.”

            “Maybe He’ll at least stop the musical numbers,” said Lucifer, shrugging.

            “Tell Him that if He has any control over the songs to at least make it not depressing.”

            “I think it produces whatever song fits the ‘scene,’ I suppose.”

            “Damn.” I was hoping to avoid depressing songs.

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            “So God thinks that because Lucifer likes music making the world a musical would be good for them?” clarified Em as she and (Y/N) walked through the park. Their hands were intertwined, and the sunny day was perfect for their date.

            “That’s what I gathered from Him wanting to ‘bond’ with my dad,” said (Y/N), shrugging. “And apparently we don’t really control the songs, it’s just whatever fits the ‘scene’ we’re in.”

            “So we’re a cheesy jukebox musical,” said Em, laughing.

            “It means someone in the world today is going to work through a mental breakdown through singing, and knowing my track record, it’ll be me,” groaned (Y/N).

            Em squeezed their hand. “How about we make sure we have fun until then? You don’t need to sing a sad song. You have no reason to feel bad about yourself.”

            (Y/N) looked extremely dubious, and their partner grinned.

            “Come on, Birdie, just enjoy the moment,” said Em. “Right now, it’s you and me. So who cares about anything else?” She kissed (Y/N)’s cheek. “No matter what sadness you feel, I’m here. And I love you. My Birdie.” (Y/N) turned their face, and Em kissed their lips quickly. “My angel.”

            “Antichrist,” corrected (Y/N). They knew that would weigh on them forever.

            “Angel,” said Em firmly. “Not from Heaven, not from Hell, but from Earth.”

            Music suddenly played, and (Y/N) fought not to smile as Em grinned happily. Obviously, she had been so sappy to get a nice song to strike up and cheer (Y/N) up.

            They’re so sweet, thought (Y/N), smiling dopily at Em.

(“Earth Angel (Will You Be Mine?)” by Marvin Berry, The Starlighters) (Em) “Earth angel, Earth angel, will you be mine?”

            She winked, and (Y/N) laughed. Em took (Y/N)’s hand and swayed.

(Em) “My darling dear, love you all the time, I’m just a fool, a fool in love with you.”

            They kissed (Y/N) before spinning them around. Em perched their head on (Y/N)’s shoulder and sang while swaying them.

(Em) “Earth angel, Earth angel, the one I adore, Love you forever and evermore, I’m just a fool, a fool in love with you.”

            Em spun (Y/N) back, and the pair began to dance to the steps they felt in their heart. They placed their palms together as they moved with one another, staring into each other’s eyes.

(Em) “I fell for you, and I knew, The vision of your love’s loveliness, I hope, and I pray, that some day I’ll be the vision of your hap-happiness.”

            She kissed (Y/N) and dipped them back. Around them, other couples began to copy their movements. The entire park seemed to be full of love and adoration.

(Em) “Earth angel, Earth angel, please be mine, My darling dear, love you for all time, I’m just a fool, a fool in love with you.”

            (Y/N) lifted from the dip and spun Em. They smiled so brightly, so honestly, at Em, that Em’s heart couldn’t help but skip a beat. There was their Birdie, her partner, the one who was strong and alive and still there despite everything they had been through.

(Y/N) “I fell for you, and I knew, The vision of your love’s loveliness, I hope, and I pray, that some day, I’ll be the vision of your hap-happiness.”

            Em grinned at (Y/N)’s singing, and the pair continued to dance forward, twirling across the path together. The entire world was part of their song, and the wind grabbed petals and leaves from flowers and trees. It spun around the couple.

(Em) “Oh, oh, oh, Earth angel, Earth angel, please be mine.” (Y/N) “My darling dear, love you for all time.”

            Their dance ended, and they faced one another.

(Em and (Y/N)) “I’m just a fool, a fool in love with you.”

            (Y/N) and Em leaned in and kissed each other.

            The music died, and everyone went back to what they were doing before, but (Y/N) and Em gazed at each other with their hands clasped.

            “Feel a bit better, Birdie?” said Em.

            “No more angel nickname?” teased (Y/N).

            “You’re the only Birdie,” said Em, kissing them again. “Remember that I love you. I care. I’m here to support you.”

            “Thank you,” whispered (Y/N).

            Em nudged them. “And, hey, if you end up breaking down—literally—through song, not the most destructive thing you’ve done.” She winked playfully.

            “I thought you were trying to be sweet,” said (Y/N), rolling their eyes but smiling all the same.

            Em leaned on their shoulder. “You know you love me.”

            “I guess I’m just a fool, a fool in love with you,” decided (Y/N).

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            “Alright!” said Noa as the LGBTQ+ Breakfast Club gathered at LUX.

            (Because where else do you go after the whole world has turned to song other than a club? Best place to take advantage of it. And Lucifer had opened it to all ages sans alcohol that day because of the musical extravaganza, so they weren’t in danger).

            “So, what songs has everyone experienced today?” They grinned and leaned over the table. “I want to compare.”

            “Em and I…sang Earth Angel,” said (Y/N), cheeks warming as their friends grinned.

            “That’s adorable,” said Olive.

            “You two are so cute,” said Marcel.

            “Very appropriate song,” said Leon.

            “I know how to treat my partner right,” said Em, grinning.

            “And you’re so very humble about it,” chuckled (Y/N).

            Noa pouted. “Olive and I haven’t had a duet. She went to dance practice.”

            “We went on a date yesterday,” said Olive, taking Noa’s hand. “So don’t complain. We can do karaoke next.”

            Noa brightened at that.

            “But I did get to sing at dance practice,” said Olive. “ ‘Spice Up Your Life’ from the Spice Girls.”

            “That had to have been so much fun,” said Noa. “And tell me you took center stage.”

            Olive grinned. “In pointe shoes and everything.”

            “That’s my girl!” said Noa, kissing Olive’s hand fondly.

            “You’re going to be jealous again, Noa, because while I didn’t have a duet with Leon, he did sing to me,” said Marcel, smiling as his partner.

            “Oh?” Noa wiggled their eyebrows. “What was the song, Leon?”

            “Tell us, can’t be more sappy than singing a song with ‘angel’ in it to me,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            Leon’s cheeks warmed, but the only indication was the slight duck of his head. They obviously wished they had their locs down to cover their face. “ ‘Amour Plastique.’ ”

            “That’s so cute,” said Em, smiling. “And in your native language.”

            “I know, right?” said Marcel. “I’m so lucky.”

            “Can we talk about someone else’s song?” said Leon.

            “Only to save you from exploding from embarrassment,” said Marcel. He linked his arm with Leon’s. “Besides, it’s not like he was the only one. I sang ‘I Was Made For Lovin’ You’ to Leon.”

            “That was nice,” said Leon, raising their head again.

            “And I meant every word,” said Marcel, kissing Leon for a moment.

            “What about you, Noa? What did you end up performing in?” said Em.

            “I was at the skatepark and ended up with a bunch of people doing a choreographed skateboarding dance to ‘Bad Reputation,’ ” said Noa.

            “Very you,” said (Y/N).

            “I bet you looked amazing, babe,” said Olive. “Even if I wasn’t there.”

            Noa pouted. “Can we go out after this tonight and sing to each other?”

            “Only if you stop looking like a wounded puppy, I can’t stand it,” said Olive, kissing Noa’s cheek.

            Noa brightened. “I can be cheery!” They jumped up from the table and pulled Olive with them. “Come on, let’s dance!”

            “If we join the party, there’s going to be a musical number,” said (Y/N). “I just know it.”

            Over the speakers, a new song began to play.

(“Dancing Queen” by Abba) (Clubgoers) “Ooh, you can dance, you can jive, Having the time of your life, Ooh, see that girl, watch that scene, Digging the dancing queen.”

            “That is way too much of a coincidence after what Noa just said,” said Olive.

            “And we’re all seventeen!” said Marcel eagerly.

            “What can I say? I’m a genius,” said Noa proudly.

            “It seems the song is calling,” said Leon.

            “Come on, Birdie, you jinxed us, you gotta dance now,” said Em.

            “I wasn’t going to miss it. I love this song,” said (Y/N), grinning.

            The six of them got up and headed to the dance floor and as the flights flashed into a disco pattern. As soon as the next lyrics began, the choreography had begun. The six of them were in the center while other dancers—teenagers and adults alike—were behind them.

(Noa) “Friday nights and the lights are low.”

            They posed.

(Olive) “Looking out for a place to go.”

            She posed with her partner.

(Marcel) “Where they play the right music—”

            He posed.

(Leon) “—getting in the swing.”

            Leon joined their boyfriend.

(Marcel and Leon) “You come to look for a king.”

            They mimed crowns and grinned at each other.

(Em) “Anybody could be that guy, Night is young and the music’s high.”

            She winked and posed.

(Y/N) “With a bit of rock music, everything is fine, You’re in the mood for a dance.”

            They stood next to Em, and the entire group spun and leaned in together.

(LGBTQ+ Breakfast Club) “And when you get that chance…”

            The group jumped up, and dancing exploded to life around them.

(LGBTQ+ Breakfast Club) “You are the dancing queen, Young and sweet, only seventeen.”

            Everyone weaved in and out of circles to create a mass of movement and energy in LUX.

(LGBTQ+ Breakfast Club) “Feel the beat from the tambourine, Ooh, yeah!”

            Each couple took their hands and spun, and the crowd found partners to do the same.

(All) “You can dance, you can jive, Having the time of your life, Ooh, see that girl, watch that scene, Digging the dancing queen.”

            People jumping and spun on shoulders before spinning back to the ground. The rhythm continued, and people moved between new friends and partners happily.

(Olive and Em) “You’re a teaser, you turn ‘em on.”

            They winked at each other and spun around. Olive’s pink sundress spun with her, and Em’s black, pleated skirt swooshed with her. As they twirled, they revealed Leon and Noa behind them, posed and ready to go.

(Leon and Noa) “Leave them burning, and then you’re gone.”

            They went back-to-back, extended their arms, and did a backbend. They straightened and crisscrossed sides to reveal (Y/N) and Marcel.

((Y/N) and Marcel) “Looking out for another, anyone one will do.”

            They grinned at their respective partners and winked as they moved to the rhythm.

((Y/N) and Marcel) “You’re in the mood for a dance.”

            Em moved to (Y/N), Leon moved to Marcel, and Noa and Olive took their hands.

(LGBTQ+ Breakfast Club) “And when you get that chance!”

            The lights flashed in a rainbow pattern off a disco ball (since when did the Lux have that? No idea). Everyone spun, jumped, and danced. Some lifted people up and let them flip to the ground, and others leapt onto tables to dance.

(All) “You are the dancing queen, Young and sweet, only seventeen!”

            Each couple took a table. (Y/N) and Em spun one another and laughed as they danced willy-nilly. Olive and Noa had more coordination but just as much fun. Leon had the elegance and Marcel the energy on their table.

(All) “Dancing queen, Feel the beat from the tambourine, Ooh, yeah!”

            (Y/N) leaned back and trusted Em to dip them before coming back up, taking her waist, and lifting her in a spin.

(All) “You can dance, you can jive, Having the time of your life.”

            Olive went onto pointe in her shoes, and Noa spun her before spinning themself. One was feminine and pastel, and the other was masculine and grunge, but they were a perfect pair.

(All) “Ooh, see that girl, watch that scene.”

            Leon lifted Marcel onto his shoulders and let him bend backwards to his hands and then to his feet.

(All) “Digging the dancing queen!”

            The six teenagers jumped from the tables and came together in one group of jumping, dancing, singing, joyful people.

(All) “Digging the dancing queen!”

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When y/n’s alarm woke her up for the first day of Fall Quarter, she could already smell something heavenly cooking in the kitchen. As she dragged herself out of bed, she noticed it felt more like floating than dragging. Maybe this is why cartoon characters hover when they smell good food, she thought to herself, and she picked out her fit for the day.

Y/n figured that nothing could go wrong with lavender Nikes, an oversized lavender tank top tucked into pale gray sweats and a cute half up half down hairstyle with a scrunchy. She completed her look with a simple silver chain and matching hoop earrings, and of course she laid her edges, gelled her brows, and used some highlighter, opting to wait on lipgloss until she’d eaten breakfast.

She heard a knock on her door, and Nobara’s voice followed. “Y/n! Want to try my famous breakfast sandwich?” Before y/n could answer, Nobara opened the door, gasping. She eyed y/n up and down, then said, “I think I’m going to steal your style, because how have I never thought of pastels before?!”

Y/n felt her face heat up and she laughed. “If you can fit my clothes, feel free to borrow them whenever you want! But what’s this about a famous breakfast sandwich?”

Nobara blushed. “Actually, it’s not really mine. It’s our friend Toge’s recipe, but I stole it because it’s really good. But come try it!” She leaned forward and grabbed y/n’s wrist, dragging her out of her room and over to the kitchen counter, where Maki was already seated and chowing down, and two plated sandwiches were waiting to be devoured. Nobara sat in the middle seat, and turned to y/n. “Okay, get this. So, for starters, you toast these sourdough bread rounds, right? Then, you put mayo on each bread slice. Then, you put a piece of this super melty cheese on one of the slices. Then you make an egg over easy, so there’s still runny yolk in it, and add that. Finally, you put your lunch meat in the pan just to heat it up a smidge and put that on top, put your other slice of bread on top, and squish the egg so the yolk drips onto your plate and acts as a dipping sauce. I added seasonings to ours, but I didn’t know what you wanted on yours, so I left it plain and figured you’d tell me what you wanted next time. Now take a bite!” Nobara exclaimed, and y/n couldn’t help but see her as an excited golden retriever waiting to be called a good dog.

Y/n bit into it, and it tasted… “Good,” She said, “Way better than any Starbucks sandwich I’ve ever had. Thanks for making me food.”

Nobara beamed. “I like cooking, but I like eating Toge’s cooking more than anything. He’s just a genius at that stuff!” She sighed, seemingly day dreaming. I wonder if she likes that guy, y/n mused. Whoever he was.

In the middle of her morning class – a college success class – y/n’s phone dinged, and she mentally cursed herself for not turning it on silent beforehand. The few heads that swiveled in the sea of students quickly refocused their attention on the professor when he cleared his throat, and y/n mouthed a ‘sorry’ as she silenced it. Who was texting her this early?

When she checked, she noticed the name “tHe GwOrLz ChAt” in her text messages. That’s new, she thought to herself, and when she opened her phone, she hid a smile. It was her roommates.

Somehow, y/n couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous when the other students in her class started gathering their things. She felt butterflies in her stomach, her hands felt shaky, and she felt self-conscious, as if everyone in the room was watching her. Sure, maybe one or two students looked her way, but she wasn’t that famous. Not Lil Nas X famous, not even Em Beihold famous. She was more like… Avenue Beat famous, where she popped off with one song, and then got a steady enough following from that to be alright if she never went viral again.

Were these feelings first day jitters? Hardly. She knew what it really was. She wanted Nobara and Maki’s friends to like her, and if they didn’t? She stood the chance of losing her two new friends, and if their friends only saw y/n for her internet fame? She’d end up distancing herself and lose out on opportunities to spend time with the girls, because that’s what drove her out of her hometown in the first place.

As she made her way down the stairs, her shoes sounded like bricks on the floor to her ears, thudding almost as loud as her heart in her chest. She was so focused on her nerves, staring at her feet all the while, that she almost toppled over when she crashed into someone at the door of the classroom.

“O-oh!” Her voice cracked, “I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” She asked the guy, and thanked her lucky stars she’d finished her sentence before seeing his face, because… wow.

Long, jet-black hair, melty dark chocolate colored eyes, and a handsome smile to match, along with a completely unfazed demeanor. When he smiled at y/n, she experienced a blank mind for the first time in her life. “I’m perfectly fine. Are you okay? You seem a little out of it.”

Y/n squeezed her eyes shut and opened them back up, confirming for herself that what she was experiencing was real and that she was, in fact, okay. “No, yea! I’m all good. Just wasn’t watching where I was going. Sorry again.”

He smiled at her again, and this time, she noticed crinkles in the corners of his eyes. Somehow, a normal human feature for literally everyone was only sexy on him. “You’re okay,” he said. “See you around.” And walked away. He’s fine as fuck, y/n thought as she stood there, under a spell.

When he was out of sight, she finally remembered she was supposed to meet up with her friends. She hurried down the hall and out of the building, heading straight to the cafeteria, knowing she’d either spot them outside, or they’d spot her first.

“Y/n!” She heard her name being called, and turned to the right to see her two friends, and a group of guys — all ridiculously hot guys. She recognized each of them based on their descriptions. Yuta had his arm thrown around Maki’s neck and was giving her heart eyes, Toge was sitting next to them eating something, Nobara and Megumi were sitting next to each other sullenly, and Yuuji and Gojo were standing behind them, running around and laughing. From where y/n was standing, it looked like Gojo and Yuuji were the cause of Nobara and Megumi’s soured moods. Maki was waving to her, and Nobara looked up and over to y/n, her scowl being replaced with a smile of relief.

Y/n jogged over to all of them, and said, “Hey, guys! Where should I sit?”

“Oh! Sit right–”

“You can sit next to me, cutie. You know, I really like your music, but I’ve never gotten a tweet back. It breaks my heart, honestly.” Gojo cut Nobara off, tugging y/n by the wrist to sit down right next to him. As soon as y/n had come over, he’d quit his fooling around and had peered at her over his sunglasses, but she’d been too focused on the group as a whole to pay it mind – normally it would’ve left her flustered, but right then, all she was worried about was not making the entire group hate her.

“Oh, really?” Y/n asked him, “I see a lot of tweets from people, so I’m not super great about responding to fans on that account. Maybe uh, maybe I could retweet you?”

He pouted his lower lip. “Not even a follow back? After all I’ve done for you?”

Nobara cuts in. “All you’ve done for her is obsessively like and retweet all of her stuff and then invade her space bubble without introducing yourself, like the heathen you are.”

Gojo scoffed. “That’s called being a true fan. And anyways, I was about to tell you that my name is Gojo Satoru, but you can just call me Satoru. Am I allowed to call you by your real name, or do I have to call you Emile?”

Y/n felt Nobara’s glare and remembered what Nobara said. Never call him Satoru. “You can call me y/n, I’d rather that less people connected my face to my stage name.”

The pink haired boy sat down on y/n’s other side and said, “I’m Yuuji. I always wanted to know, what inspired you to start making music?” When y/n looked into his soft brown eyes, he looked like a sad puppy begging for a treat.

She laughed as she said, “Well, that’s a long story, but music’s always been there for me, and I’ve always connected with it emotionally.”

Yuuji’s face looked like it was buffering as he processed what she said. “I don’t know exactly what that means, but I think I understand half of it?”

Nobara rolled her eyes and chided him. “Then why did you ask her a complicated question if you weren’t gonna understand the complicated answer?”

Megumi said, “You’re expecting too much, Nobara.” His face softened a bit as he said, “I’m Megumi, by the way.” Y/n nodded at him, taking in his words at the same time that she took in his eyes being a deep, dark blue. They looked beautiful.

“And I’m Yuta! I hope we can become good friends.” Yuta said, planting a kiss on Maki’s cheek. “It’s what Maki wants, so it’s what I want, too.”

Maki furrowed her brows and lightly shoved him away. “Don’t say it like that! It sounds like you only care because I do.”

Yuta’s face reflected confusion. “What? I’m just saying that anything that matters to you matters equally to me. That’s not a crime!”

Y/n hid a smile. She knew what he meant, but it was sweet of Maki to worry about her feelings. “I think it’s nice, to have someone who values the same things as you.” She glanced over at the only person who hadn’t introduced himself yet, and her heart skipped a beat. It must be Toge.

He appears to perk up when their eyes meet. “I’m Toge. Nice to meet you.”

Y/n could feel in her bones that she would not be able to address them individually, so she said, “It’s nice to meet all of you, too.” She spotted that beautiful, raven-haired man from earlier heading through the cafeteria doors, and decided that was her cue to get up and grab food from the cafeteria. “I’m hungry. I’ll be back in a few!”

Everybody said their goodbyes, and when y/n entered the cafeteria, she gave a sigh of relief. She couldn’t believe she made it through that without embarrassing herself, especially after her mishap in her morning class. She was disappointed that she couldn’t see her gorgeous classmate, but she was not disappointed at the smell of seasoned food cooking in the kitchens. As she stepped into line and grabbed a tray, only one thought was on her mind:

This year is going to be very interesting.

chapter 1 << masterlist >> chapter 3

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[quinnhayden]

please ma’am may I have some trio fluff now? pretty pwease

It ain't much, but it's a lil' something to get back in the trio groove!

Quinn is dead on her feet when she stumbles inside the tent. From the whispers running around the basecamp, it was a rough time in the medical tent. It’s been twelve hours since he last saw her, almost twenty-four since she last slept.

When she crawls inside her sleeping bag, Bucky expects that to be the end of it. Lights out. Instead, she rolls on her back and stares up at the top of the tent.

“Are we going to live in Brooklyn or Kentucky when we go home?” Quinn asks quietly.

The tension slips away from Bucky’s shoulders. He can deal with this. If she doesn’t want to talk about what she saw in that tent, he’s not pushing it right now. “What do you want?”

Her brows furrow. Steve reaches over to rub the wrinkle between them which is what Bucky wanted to do himself. She’s thinking so hard about it and looks cute.

“If I let you pick where we live, I get to choose our kids’ names,” she finally decides.

Bucky feels a spike in the beat of his heart. They’ve never talked about something like this before. Steve’s face is so unbearably soft. He sprawls out next to her, putting his chin on her shoulder, curling that massive body toward her. “That doesn’t seem like an equal exchange,” Steve says with a shy smile.

“I’ll be pushing your fat-headed kids outta me. I should get to pick their name, shouldn’t I?”

Bucky flops down next to her, putting his hand over her belly. “You got this all figured out, huh? Who says we’re having kids? Maybe me and Steve are gonna run off and elope when we get home. Ever think about that?”

“Steve would look pretty in a dress,” she replies thoughtfully. “He’s definitely got the tits for it.”

Steve looks positively scandalized, only getting redder when Bucky and Quinn have a fit of quiet laughter. He rolls over on his back, crossing his arms over his chest, pouting. “I’m not doing shit with you assholes. I’ll run off to France and become a hotshot artist.”

“Fine with me.” Bucky leans in and kisses her cheek. “How many kiddos we havin’, baby doll?”

“Two, at least,” she answers. “I want one that looks like you, Buck. If Steve is amendable to staying with us then I want one that looks like him, too.”

Steve gets that dreamy look in his eyes. Bucky just giggles. “I don’t think you can control who they end up taking after, baby doll.”

“No matter how many we have, I want ‘em all to look like you,” Steve says to Quinn.

“No. You two are gonna make pretty babies, I know it. So, they’ll look like y’all and they can take after my personality.”

“Hell no,” Steve and Bucky reply immediately and at the exact same time.

Seventy years later, nearly ten hours of labor, two of delivery and his vibranium hand hanging on by a thread, and she’s got a baby pressed to her bare chest. Just as she’d been in that tent where they were all daydreaming about this day, she’s exhausted, but refuses to close her eyes.

“Ten more minutes,” Quinn slurs. “You can hold her after, I swear.”

At the foot of the bed, a nurse warmly reminds her, “Why don’t you try to get the baby to latch first, Doctor Hayden?”

“Right,” she agrees hoarsely.

Steve hasn’t stopped staring at the baby in awe, cupping her tiny head in his whole palm. Meanwhile, Bucky is kissing momma’s temple, so fucking thankful that he’s fit to burst. He wants to drop to his knees and weep along with his newborn baby. Fuck. Fuck, they finally did it. They made it.

“What a fucking set of lungs,” Steve whispers.

“Language, Captain Rogers,” the nurse scolds.

Bucky barks out a laugh. To Quinn, he says, “Don’t you worry about us schmucks, okay? Do what you gotta do. We’re here for the ride.” He smirks, but the effect might be lost with how teary-eyed he is. “And since I’m such a nice guy, I’ll let you pick the name even if you did pick where we settled down.”

Quinn’s head drops back against the pillow. “These nurses know better than to let you run wild.” She smiles, serene and so goddamn beautiful. He didn’t think he could fall more in love with her. “I said it once, I’ll say it again—if I’m pushing your baby outta me, I’m naming ‘em.”

“Anything the wife wants,” he whispers.

[infinite-riches]

My Sweet Johnny Boy

Summary: “You’re gonna pull your hair out, mate,” The voice was soft, slightly deep, dripping in a thick Manchester accent.

“So? Everyone hates it anyways…”

Or: Johnny gets bullied and Simon fixes it (High School AU)

Pairing: John "Soap" MacTavish x Simon "Ghost" Riley

Word Count: 1131

Warnings: mentions of terminal illness, child abuse

A/N: This lovely one-shot was inspired by the ficlet 'What Makes Soap Soap' written by DovaBunny on Ao3!

Shout out to ebi_lal on Ao3 for beta reading this for me! <3

And as always feel free to leave feedback/constructive criticism <3

AO3 Link (if you prefer): My Sweet Johnny Boy

Trying to adjust to a new school in the middle of the year had been torture. Not to mention the heartbreak of having to leave Scotland behind. All his friends, four hours away. All because his family had to move to Manchester. 

His saving grace had been the phys ed class, being able to dump all his pent-up emotions into football, maybe even with a chance to get scouted for the county team. Football allowed him to tune it out. He could cast everything aside and have a moment of peace in his mind.

As always, the other boys had something smart to say to Johnny after class. Most of the time it was about his accent or his worn-out shoes (the MacTavish family not having enough money to splurge on a new pair when his still wore well). Today though… today was different.

It was relentless in the locker room, most of the other Year 12 boys chiming in with something or another about his hair. 

Though he maintained his composure for the most part he couldn’t deny just how deep it cut. His Ma had been diagnosed with cancer 2 years ago, chemo hitting her hard- she had just recently relented and shaved the rest of her hair off. When Johnny said he wanted to do the same, she helped. She made a game out of it, trying to see how many different funny hairstyles she could give her boy- just to see him laugh and smile. Then she gave him the mohawk and they both stopped.

“So handsome… my sweet Johnny boy with a mohawk!” A light laugh left her lips, a sound Johnny would never let himself forget. 

“Think I’m gonna keep it, Ma…” And he had, learned how to take care of it, always made time to see his Ma- let her trim it up for him, made her smile bright every time he visited her in hospital. 

The water poured over him till it ran cold and even then he didn’t make a move to leave. Instead, he sat on the cold tile, knees to his chest as he ran his hands through his hair over and over again, anxiously tugging at the short strands.

The door to the locker room opened and closed, footsteps milling about accompanied by the sound of someone rummaging through their locker. 

Johnny couldn’t be bothered to move, too lost in his own thoughts.

“You’re gonna pull your hair out, mate,” The voice was soft, slightly deep, dripping in a thick Manchester accent.

“So? Everyone hates it anyways…” Johnny bit back another wave of tears, trying to hold himself together.

“I don’t hate it…” The voice is softer now, kind words prompting Johnny to look up, greeted by a stunning set of honey eyes. “I actually think it's pretty fucking dope…”

Simon kneeled before him, a hand outstretched towards the kneeling Scot, the other holding a towel. There was a black medical mask over his face, just like always. The year 13 student had been a bit of an enigma to Johnny. Most of the students called him Ghost, something about how quiet he could be, creeping up on everyone. Simon fit him better in Johnny’s mind– warm, honey eyes, soft blonde hair, the faintest hint of curl to the strands, always slightly tousled, the boy couldn’t possibly be a ghost– maybe an angel instead. 

“You dinnae have to lie-”

“I’m not lying to you…” Simon’s voice faded off, pushing his outstretched hand towards Johnny.

“You must want something then, eh?” Johnny kept himself small, trying to figure out what game– if any– Simon was playing. “Wanna take the piss like the rest of ‘em?”

An abrupt laugh left Simon’s lips. “Be like them? You wound me Scotsman. C’mon mate, get out of the shower, you’re gonna freeze your balls off.” This time Simon stepped over the tile lip, grabbing Johnny and helping him to his feet, gladly handing over the towel if it meant the poor kid would stop shivering. 

Johnny couldn’t shrug off the kindness anymore, caving to the soft hand and gentle eyes before him. After a few minutes, his limbs didn’t feel nearly as numb anymore and he managed to change into his clothes.

“So what’s the deal, with your hair?” Simon was sitting on the opposite end of the bench, fiddling with the straps of his backpack as he listened.

“It’s for my Ma… she’s got cancer… she thought it looked good on me so I’ve kept it… she helps me trim it up every few weeks… even when she’s in hospital…” tears threatened to spill again, desperately clinging to Johnny’s waterline. 

“Fuck mate…” Simon was by his side in a flash. “I’m so sorry man…”

“No need… it’s been this way for a while, dinnae know when she’ll get better…” Johnny’s voice tapered off, lost in thought again.

“I’m sure she’ll get better soon…” Simon paused for a moment, letting the silence hang in the air. “Listen… I’ve seen you around, you’re good at that shit you do in your sketchbook and even better out on the pitch… if those fucks bother you again come find me, yeah?”

“You don’t ha-”

“None of that, I’ll see you around Johnny…” In a flash Simon was gone, living up to his nickname and leaving Johnny reeling. 

The next day Johnny was sitting on one of the benches out front sketching, waiting for school to start when everyone started to speak in hushed tones. His eyes flicked up, pencil dropping on the page as he met Simon’s eyes. His blonde locks were almost completely gone, trimmed into a neat mohawk that closely mirrored Johnny’s save for the slight curl to the strands.

Simon caught his gaze, softly nodding his chin towards the Scot, eyes crinkling as if he was smiling beneath the mask. Simon, being a year 13 had sent a clear message to the rest of the school, leave Johnny alone. 

From then on, Simon was practically Johnny’s shadow. No one gave him shit about his hair or his accent or his shoes anymore. 

Simon watched over Johnny and Johnny brought some much-needed softness into Simon’s life, eventually coaxing the Brit into taking the mask off when they were alone. Broke Johnny’s heart when he saw the scar– Simon’s dad had thrown a bottle at him, leaving behind a deep gash on his cheek– the reason for the mask. 

The boys were inseparable. Over time the distance between them lessened, from opposite ends of the bench to being pressed together, Simon’s lips leaving a soft kiss on Johnny’s.

And Simon was there three weeks later, mohawk freshly trimmed, for Mrs. MacTavish’s funeral, holding Johnny’s hand tight and doing his best to stay strong for his boy. 

[supermarine-silvally]

some Ace/Yara/Yamato ot3 content for anyone who wanted it!

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Ace looked at Yamato.

Yamato looked at Ace.

Both of them looked down at the shattered remnants of the vase scattered across the floor. 

“That… wasn’t her favourite vase, was it?” Yamato ventured hesitantly, knowing full well the answer to that question.

Ace swallowed. “She’s gonna kill us.”

“Well, we can fix it, right?” Yamato bent down, carefully sweeping the broken shards into a pile. He picked two of them up, brow furrowing as he tried to figure out how they could possibly fit back together. 

“Maybe?” Ace attempted to do the same. “Is this part the base or the neck? I can’t tell.”

“Dunno.” After a minute, Yamato let out a sigh. “This is impossible. It’s in too many pieces and I can’t figure out what’s what.”

“Same.” Ace dropped one of the shards he was looking at onto the floor, wincing as it shattered into another four pieces. “Damn it. What’re we gonna do? There’s only one more hour before she’s gonna be back.”

“Hmm…” Yamato thought for a moment before his amber eyes lit up. “We could replace it! Maybe try to find one as close as possible to the original.”

“Do you remember where she bought it?”

“I think so. There’s a few pottery stores in the downtown area of the Flower Capital. I’m pretty sure it was one of those places.” He stood up, brushing the ceramic dust off his clothes. “I’m faster in my Zoan form. I might be able to get there before they close.”

“Good idea,” Ace agreed. He withdrew a wad of cash from his shorts pockets, handing it to his partner. “Take this. It should help cover the cost. I can clean up while you’re gone.”

Yamato nodded, tucking the cash away. “Sounds like a plan.”

Ace grinned. “Operation ‘Find a New Vase So Yara Can’t Be Mad At Us’ is a go!”

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“I got the vase!” Yamato announced, carefully placing it on the floor in the exact same spot as the original. He beamed, proud of himself. “I described the pattern to the shopkeeper and fortunately he had one just like it.”

Smiling triumphantly, Ace raised his hand, and the two exchanged a high-five. “Looks great! We officially aren’t the worst partners of all time now.”

“What did you do with the broken pieces?”

“Swept ‘em into a trash bag and then put that bag in another bag. Then I mopped the floor, just in case.”

“Good thinking.” 

From across the house, the door creaked open. Both Ace and Yamato turned towards it, excitement lighting up their faces. “She’s back!!”

“I’m home!” Yara called out, carefully closing the door behind her. 

“Hi baby!!” Ace rushed over to her, wrapping his arms around her chest and peppering her cheek with kisses. 

“We missed you so much!!” Yamato added, nuzzling his cheek against the top of her head as he snuggled up to her other side. 

Yara laughed, enjoying the smothering affection from her partners. “What’s gotten into you two? Did something happen while I was away?”

“Nope, everything’s perfect!” Ace assured her. 

“We have it aaaaaaall under control,” Yamato said with a grin. 

She raised an eyebrow, but didn’t question it any further. Raising to stand on the tips of her toes, she gave Yamato a kiss first before turning to an eagerly-awaiting Ace. “I missed you both so much, too. Thank you for looking after the house. It looks spotless in here.”

“Cleaned it up just for you.” Ace stole another quick kiss before giving Yamato one as well. 

Dropping her bags, Yara wandered further into the house. She stopped next to the new vase, her head tilting to one side. Ace and Yamato held their breaths as she inspected it for a moment before turning to face them again. “You even remembered to dust everything. I’m very impressed.”

Both Ace and Yamato let out nervous laughs. 

“I’ll take your bags to our room,” Yamato offered, picking them up. 

“I’ll help,” Ace insisted, taking a bag from Yamato. “Do you think she noticed?” he whispered as they walked towards the bedroom. 

“No, I think we’re good,” Yamato whispered back. “That was a close call, though.”

“Let’s never mention this again.”

“Agreed.”

Yara, later, looking into the camera like she’s on The Office: “Yeah, I know they broke my favourite vase. The old one had a small chip at the very top and I found a tiny shard underneath the couch. But it’s sweet that they thought to replace it, so I’m not mad. Besides, it’s incredibly funny to watch them exchange nervous glances every time I mention how nice the vase looks in this room.” She laughed. “Knuckleheads, both of them. But I love them, no matter how many times they break the ‘no roughhousing in the living room’ rule. …My sweet, silly boys. What am I ever going to do with them?”

[pronounmelon]

So I was tryna figure out: how would the Younique staff fit into my little story?? Several of the characters have pretty cute looks, I didn’t wanna throw em away or make them terfs

well, solution!! For at least a couple of em, anyway.

reminder that TERFs literally CANNOT ALWAYS TELL that people are trans… they are so often wrong it is comical. A TERF bar could more than likely let in trans women without knowing or batting an eye… in my rewrite, Younique only profiled Ginger, Cherish, and Kaiya because they were so open and proud. Often why TERFs pick us trans folk out to begin with!! If you’re too proud, too open, too showy, they’ll try to take ya down. It sucks, but it’s why I’m so proud to be me. I’m so proud of my transgender siblings, because everyday we face the worst from society, and here we are, still standing.

I did change up Shanzay and Parniya’s styles quite abit… god, you can tell that there’s only *one* kind of lesbian Rusty thinks should exist. The diversity of women is a beautiful thing, and I wanted to show just how differently these two butch lesbians can present themselves, because there is more than one type of butch lesbian. (RUSTY.) People should dress how they’re comfortable, however the amount of characters were supposed to like who have the exact, plain style bothers me. People look different, even those within the same subcultures and similar presentations. I want to highlight that!!

Anyway, on to the character bios!!

Shanzay Binti Meriam!! Malaysian-Australian She/They, Transfeminine lesbian

Shanzay used to go to Younique with her girlfriend Parniya regularly, speaking with other regulars who took no issue with their trans identities. Shanzay is a confident woman who runs women’s martial arts classes with her girlfriend and her mother, Meriam. Unfortunately, after learning of the hateful incident at Younique regarding the GAP gang, Shanzay, Parniya, and several other regulars were horrified to learn of the hateful nature of a staff member of Younique. They took the issue to the owner, only to learn that this is standard behavior for the staff, and that a large majority of the staff are loud and proud transphobes. Shanzay and Parniya felt completely horrified that their less cis passing sisters went through this, not to mention that they had given their patronage to such a hateful business. They rallied many Younique regulars to take their leave, and to give their support to the GAP gang, giving their money to the PayPlease fund that would eventually help the girls open up GAP, their trans friendly nightclub. Shanzay now works for GAP as a bouncer, and is good friends with Kaiya particularly, bonding over their shared pride and love for their families.

Parniya Amira Gallus!! Iranian-Australian She/her, Transfeminine intersex lesbian

Standing at nearly 6’8, being transgender and intersex, and suffering from chemical burns at a young age, Parniya is not a very average looking woman. She is very quiet and mellow, and doesn’t wish to draw much attention to herself. Because of her wallflower nature, it’s no shock that the transphobic staff of Younique looked right past her and her girlfriend Shanzay whenever they walked in. Parniya identifies as a butch lesbian, though she still embraces her feminine side often. After finding out about Younique’s transphobia against the GAP gang, Parniya was particularly shaken. Even after rallying other regulars to leave with her and Shanzay, Parniya doesn’t go out nearly as often anymore. She wears much more makeup now, perhaps in an attempt to pass more, like she believes she will run into Younique staff again. Parniya does remote graphic design for GAP, and as a result is well acquainted with Theodosia, and has quickly become good friends with her. They bond over a shared love of old princess stories, as well as their passion for art and other women.

[medig]

A Tale of Woe, Ep. 6: That's How They Get You

Previously

"That's how they get you, Claire, they figure out what you don't like and they rub your face in it.

Now, you, for whatever reason they've figured out you don't like having your butt messed with or even looked at. I mean, who does, right? But you, you especially don't like it. They think they've found your kryptonite. So they're gonna abuse that particular hole egregiously.

No, you don't throw a fit out loud like some people, you keep quiet and try to hold still for their treatment. But they can tell! They can tell what makes you tense, what makes you nervous, when you're not comfortable. They're like animals, they can "smell fear".

And they've singled you out. Nobody else here has to go around pantyless in a gown that you can't tie closed. Just you. Nobody else gets daily rectal temperatures and suppositories, just you!

You’re far from the only 'butt girl' I've seen in here, but you're the newest one they've got right now, and you're the fun new toy.

As for me, they realized I really didn't like needles, so they give me a shot every day. Sometimes in the arm, but mostly in the butt, just to make it more humiliating. To be honest the arm hurts more.

In spite of dressing like somebody that turns tricks for needle drugs in a London back alley in 1980, when I first got here they had to restrain me to keep me from running away from a simple shot in the arm.

Well, good news is, I ain't that scared of needles anymore! I mean, I'm scared, but not like I was. But they don't know that. That's what I recommend- once you get used to it, don't let 'em know. They'll try to find something else, and it might be worse"

"Myst, that's horrible, and I’m angry that they did all that to you, and I will consider your advice, but please do not call me a ‘butt girl’ again"

[hizznbyte]

Speaking of blood, I recently found out I’m actually like really scared of blood. Yesterday I cut my finger on some glass and it was pouring out and I started hyperventilating and crying because I didn’t like looking at it so Yax wrapped it up in toilet paper. So much for my cool edgy persona 😒

Anyways

Answering OC Lore prompts Part Uh FIVE!! YEAH CINCO!! okay

Ft. The losers [affectionate] Trick Ambrose and Trip Sterling and whoever I feel like writing about here.

51. What is their most treasured possession?

The grimoire and Trip’s violin

52. What were their last words?

“Thanks for finding me!…”

“I hope, in whatever life and whatever story we find ourselves in, that we always find each other. Will you find me? Do you promise?

…I’ll hold you to it..”

53. If they could say one thing to their younger self, what would it be?

“Do not fear the fire anymore” [Does not elaborate]

“Please, please…” [through sobs and sniffles] “hold everyone you love close to you. Don’t take your eyes off of them.. please. Do not let them go”

54. How do they respond to conflict, both physical and verbal?

For both, Trick will completely shut down. They will only fight back when it’s about something they care about deeply, and when they do, they’ll fight to the death. Trick has been a witness of all kinds of violence ever since they were a child so they are not unfamiliar with the scene. They might flinch when the verbal conflict gets louder.

Trip tries to react calm and rationally, a self proclaimed pacifist she wants to be, but when shit gets real she has no issue with jumping in and fighting back however she sees fit. Most of the time though, if it’s only verbal and nothing too violent she’ll try to settle things maturely.

55. How would they react to being hugged?

Unless they are the one initiating it [which is rare], Trick will flinch and then freeze up, then ultimately pat you on the back and push you away when you give em a hug.

Trip will accept the hug and may hold onto you tight. Very tight. She’s strong.

56. Have they been tricked by someone they thought they could trust?

Yes

57. What’s your OC’s name?

Trinity “Trick” Ambrose. Trinity is their birth name they no longer go by since they transitioned to Agender. They went by Trin for some time but it kinda morphed into a whole other word. They just go by Trick now until what happens in BM:THKB. It is associated with the number three and the Holy Trinity [Christian concept of God]. Ambrose comes from the Greek word Ambrosios and the name means something like “Immortal” or “God-like” apparently. Idrk. Amber and rose kinda make up the word in spelling and are significant symbols of Trick’s ideology.

Trip [Ambrose] Sterling. Ambrose is in parentheses because it was a surname passed down from you-know-who but Trip legally got it changed to dissociate from the person who gave it to her. Trip apparently means something like traveler but that isn’t at all lore relevant I just liked the name. I also heard it’s a nickname given to the third child so more symbolism I guess, take that as you will? Sterling on the other hand was a lot more intentional [just less on the nose I guess]. It comes from Starling which is a kinda bird, and going back farther into its etymology means something like “little star”. Also sterling silver is, well, a typa silver alloy. All these things are significant symbols to Trip’s ideology.

58. What accent do they have?

I haven’t really figured out a voice claim for either of them so I can’t positively say they have an accent atm. They’re the BM equivalent of Canadians if that means anything.

59. How do they wake up in the morning?

To fire. That is if they get any sleep because they are a chronic insomniac.

Trip wakes up to light directly hitting her face and it pisses her off [she has a sunroof]. But she’ll groggily get around until she’s fully woken up by eating breakfast! She often say a prayer before she gets out of bed.

60. How do they celebrate New Years in their universe?

New Years DOES exist in BM, but since they have a different calendar and culture they celebrate a lot differently. The only thing that stays the same is their love of fireworks.

Trick casts bursts of fireworks that are unnecessarily bright. However it only ever reaches the perimeters of Neraka and the forest so no one else can see them. They then precede to get wasted off snake venom and blood in a gauntlet. It’s tradition!

Since Trip gets school off she spends it with her friends and together they eat nd chill! When the time reaches twelve she’ll cast fireworks that eventually fall back down as rain.

I’m sleepy let’s end it there

[amischiefofmice]

Fanfic Ask Game: F, M, X, Z (ahahahahaha)

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

OK LETS SEE, this is long but idk, its still a snippet from a longer work!!

“I’ll have you know, if you had not so rudely intruded on me and instead waited for me to find you properly, I would have been much more together. Less of an embarrassing mess. On rare occasions I require some time to… put myself back together.” “I was worried! You just upped and fucking vanished! We’ve already seen people eat up by that shadow curse.” “Really, Karlach, are you lecturing me about horrible curses?” He smirked at her, raising an eyebrow. “Hey, just because you’ve got one doesn't mean you’re an expert in all of ‘em!” “I’m really not an expert in any, my dear, I’m quiet rubbish at being a vampire, honestly, by any real metric. Cazador wanted me a dimber whore more than anything else.” Karlach gave him a mighty squeeze, “I’ve got you now, soldier.” He laughed and mused, “It feels weird to give voice to such thoughts. Talk about it… I don’t think I want to anymore. Not right now, at least.” He coughed awkwardly and shifted topic slightly, “I wasn’t lying when I said I’d never tasted anything but beast blood before now…” “I didn’t think you were, mate.” “I’m a rather disappointing sexy vampire boyfriend, honestly.” Karlach took a moment to tilt her head to the side and inspect him, playing up making thoughtful noises, before nodding decisively “Interesting cute Astarion boyfriend, instead! I think that’s a way fucking better prize.” He briefly kissed her lips again, then rubbed his nose against hers. “Thank you.” He then pushed against her a couple of times. She laughed as she got the message, shifting to lay on her back. He nuzzled into her side, resting his head on her shoulder, right above some of her embedded metal rings, snaking one arm underneath her own. “Might wanna move, Fangs. Those vents let stinky shit out like all the damn time. Well, I can’t fucking smell it, but I’ve heard lots of fucking complaints.” He gave a test sniff and stiffened, his eyes widening and his pupils dilating. She laughed, “See! I told you, fucker!” Astarion coughed and rubbed his face with his free hand. “No. No, no. It is not foul. I was just not prepared.” He coughed again and then explained, “The smell is that of hot blood mixed with…” he took a bigger sniff and smiled as he licked his lips, “Something a bit… tangy? Spicy? Hard to really place. In any case. I quite like it.” He licked a row of her exhaust ports before using her as a pillow again. She shook with laughter and thumped him on the side a couple of times. “Well, hot damn! Glad somebody likes my shoulder farts!” “Darling, some constructive criticism. Find a better term.” “Shoulder toots?” Astarion made the worst fake snoring sounds that had ever been produced in the realm

from my fic that is a combo of karlach and astarion's act 2 romance scenes.

this just makes me happy still lol idk i just think its a good lil snippet of how i see those 2 interacting and playing off each other, he is silly and jokey in game at the drop of a hat, despite everything that happened to him, and so is she, so like. yah they both have their big piles of trauma and huge uncertain futures buuuut well, they stay silly

also i got to use the phrase 'shoulder farts' :D

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

laffo. peers at WIPS.

one i keep noodling on in-between other stuff is a fic based on the Karlach origin scene where after you get to riverton she is REALLY BURNING UP AT NIGHT bc she's so ANGIES about Gortash. I thought i'd be cute for Astarion to try to figure out some way to help her and comfort her since she's so much about comforting other people and downplaying what she needs a lot of the time.

X: A character you enjoy making suffer.

*holds up the poor sad vampire boy*

LOOK HOW MUCH TRAUMA YOU CAN FIT IN HERE!!!

Z: Major character death–do you ever write/read it? Is there a character whose death you can’t tolerate?

laffo you butt, rainbowbarnacle!!! though really Karlach dying is just kinda.. the bg to my fic, bc so many problems would not have happened if either she was there or they were both in avernus lol

i like character death a lot if there is a reason for it. if you just kill 'em off for no reason eh. idk, its not a thing i look for or a reason not to read a fic for me, it's just... there.