#MISTAKES WERE MADE MISTAKES WERE DEFINITELY MADE—

[thornbushrose]

When I was in 10th grade, my teacher would write our vocabulary word on the board with the definition and a sample sentence every day. One day the word was "gargoyle" and the definition was "a decorative waterspout in the shape of a human or animal." The sentence was, "During our adventure at sea, we saw a gargoyle in the shape of a giraffe."

I stared at that sentence for the whole class period, trying to make it make sense. You may recall that one definition of "waterspout" is "a tornado that touches down on water." But surely she knew what a gargoyle actually was. Everybody knows what gargoyles are. I didn't want to embarrass her in front of the class, so after class I went to my dad, who was also an English teacher and the head of the department, so sort of like her team lead. This was a mistake on my part.

Because my dad, on his break, went to the school library and got the biggest dictionary they had (this was back in the days of real dictionaries that were bigger than a breadbox), took it to the teacher's room, plunked it down on a desk and showed her (and her co-teacher; it was two of them who made this mistake!) a picture of a gargoyle. Which I'm sure was much more embarrassing than being corrected by a 14-year-old. But oh well, they probably deserved it.

when i was a kid i got a 90% on my kindergarten "what are your favorite things?" test because for the question "what is your favorite animal?" i wrote down "puma" and it got marked wrong because my teacher said a puma isnt even an animal its a kind of shoe

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valentines....

pairing: channie x fem!reader

summary: spending a tooth-rotting valentines with your (new) sweet boyfriend <3

tags/warnings: none! just pure fluff <3 (plus first ily!)

a/n: happy valentines day! i am aware that this was posted later <3 i've been so busy all week with doctors appointments! thanks for being patient hehe <3 i decided to do channie since a lot of ppl think that chan is the most romantic so i thought it was cute <3 also not sure if im going to be taking the hiatus anymore honestly lmao. hope yall enjoy!! (sorry if this sucks i don't usually do fluff lmao)

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The snow had been falling lightly all day, turning the world outside into a soft, white wonderland. You stood by the window, watching the tiny flakes dance in the air before gently settling on the ground. It was Valentine’s Day, and though the world around you felt quiet and still, your heart was anything but. You had no idea what to expect, but there was one person who made every day feel special.

Chan.

Your heart fluttered at the thought of him. He was always thoughtful, but on days like today, he seemed to go above and beyond.

You heard the door creak open behind you, and there was no mistaking the sound of his voice.

“Hey, y/n! Look what I brought.”

Turning around, your eyes immediately found him, standing there with a shy smile, holding a bag filled with what you could only assume was a Valentine’s Day surprise. The sight of him—his dark hair slightly messy from the cold, cheeks flushed from the chilly air—made your heart skip a beat.

“What did you get me?” you teased, walking toward him, your breath fogging up in the cool air.

“Not telling,” he replied, grinning widely. “But first, you have to come outside with me.”

“Outside? In the snow?” You raised an eyebrow. “Are you trying to freeze me?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while. Please?”

You hesitated for a moment before nodding, curiosity taking over. If there was one thing you could always count on, it was that Chan would never do anything without a reason, and you knew he had something special planned.

You grabbed your coat and scarf, following him outside. The air was crisp, the snow crunching underfoot as you stepped onto the front porch. Chan turned to face you, his expression softening, and there was something about the way he looked at you that made your heart swell.

“You trust me, right?” he asked, his voice a little quieter now.

“Of course,” you replied without hesitation, giving him a reassuring smile.

“Good,” he said. Without another word, he crouched down, offering his back. “Hop on.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “What? Chan, we’re in the snow!”

He just grinned. “You’ll see. Trust me.”

You hesitated only for a moment before climbing onto his back, feeling the warmth of his body as he stood up, carrying you effortlessly through the thickening snow. You held onto him tightly, your face buried in his jacket as you tried to stifle a laugh at how ridiculous and sweet this all felt.

“I didn’t expect a piggyback ride on Valentine’s Day,” you said, your voice muffled against him.

“I’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy,” he replied softly.

You could hear the sincerity in his voice, and it made your heart race. It wasn’t just about the big gestures—though the snow and the piggyback ride definitely counted as something big—it was about the way he made you feel every single day. Like you were the most important person in his world.

As he carried you through the snow, you both laughed and talked, forgetting for a moment about the world around you, lost in the moment.

Eventually, you reached a small bench that overlooked the snowy landscape. He gently sat you down, still holding you close, and you both stared at the horizon where the sky was painted in shades of pink and orange, the setting sun reflecting off the snow.

There was a peacefulness in the moment, a calm that made everything feel right. You didn’t need anything more. You had everything you needed right there.

Chan turned to you, his expression softening even further. “Y/n, I need to tell you something.”

You tilted your head, looking into his eyes. “What is it?”

“I’ve been wanting to say this for a while, but today feels like the perfect day…” He took a deep breath, his hand gently cupping your face. “I love you.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the sincerity in his voice, and you felt the heat rise to your cheeks. There was nothing else you could say except, “I love you too, Chan.”

He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/n. You make everything better.”

And in that moment, with the snow falling softly around you both and Chan’s warmth surrounding you, it truly felt like the best Valentine’s Day you’d ever had.

hope yall enjoyed <3

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case 143 by stray kids, heyday by 3racha, polaroid love by enhypen, bite me by enhypen, 3racha, happily ever after by txt, blue hour by txt, heaven by txt, do it like that by txt, maniac by viviz, earth, wind & fire by boynextdoor, know your worth by khalid, killer queen by mad tsai

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SHAMELESS - Y. JEONGIN

KINKTOBER DAY 24 - MUTUAL MASTURBATION

SUMMARY : you always had a soft spot for your best friend's little brother, maybe a little crush if you were honest. however, learning that he was still a virgin despite being this hot, you take it into your own hands to show him how it should be done.

-> pairing : best friend's brother!jeongin x fem!reader

-> words count : 4.2k

-> genre : smut

-> warnings : sub!jeongin x dom!reader, virign!jeongin & experienced!reader, slight age gap (reader is a bit older than jeongin), alcohol consumption, fingering, handjob, breast play, mutual masturbation, making out, lingerie, teasing, begging, dry humping, marked, dirty talk, use of 'good boy', oral (f. receiving)

+ the way i'm depicting jeongin does not represent him, it's only a work of fiction

-> 18+ content bellow, minors DNI

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> masterlist | skz masterlist | kinktober 2024

All your friends knew you had a soft spot for Jeongin, even his own sister knew. You didn’t exactly know what it was in him that made it impossible for you to let him go, but your attraction was undeniable. At first, it was truly innocent - you just invited him sometimes to hang out for a while with you and your friends because the poor boy would often spend his weekends alone, and it wasn’t that bad to take him away from his games so he could share a drink or two with you before you left for the club. 

“- Your turn Jeongin, truth or dare ?

- Uh, I don’t know, truth ?”

The poor boy was always a little awkward when he didn’t have his first drink, but once he had loosened up, it was easier to have him admit some things and he actually enjoyed these little hangouts. You were getting ready with his sister and one of your other friends, sitting in the living room with bottles of alcohol and juice opened and ready to make a new drink at any moment. As you focused on doing both wings of your eyeliner the same way, your friend asked her a question. 

“- When was the last time you had sex ?

- Ew, I don’t want to know that ! He’s my brother.

- Come on, you’re not fun ! Go away then, I wanna know. And I’m sure Y/N wants to know too.”

You rolled your eyes at her, and you avoided everyone else's gaze as focused on your own face reflecting through the mirror of your eyeshadow palette as you put the finishing touches to your makeup. The slight buzz of alcohol was already getting to you, and you didn’t feel as embarrassed as you would have normally been. But you could still sense Jeongin’s eyes on you, as if he was trying to understand what your friend meant. His sister covered her ears with her hands while he answered. 

“- Well, I- I’ve never had sex, actually so…

- What ? You’re still a virgin ? No way.

- This is too much !”

Your best friend left the room to go get dressed, but you couldn’t believe what you had just heard either. You had always assumed that he must’ve had at least one or two girlfriends, but you weren't expecting this. Jeongin’s cheeks had taken a deep shade of red - which was cute, you had to admit - as he shrugged, trying to keep some kind of composure and acting nonchalant while he took another sip of his drink.

“- I don’t understand why it is so shocking. 

- Well, look at yourself in a mirror. You might be my friend’s brother but I know a fine man when I see one. Right, Y/N ?

- Uh, yeah, she’s right.”

Your gaze lingered on Jeongin longer than it should have, but it seemed like he couldn’t detach his gaze from you either. You stayed looking at each other for a few seconds, before you broke eye contact with him. The way your heart was beating in your chest, and the way some kind of well-known heat was rising through your body definitely wasn’t something you should be feeling for your best friend’s brother. Soon enough, the subject switched to something else, and you were left alone with your thoughts and the feeling that Jeongin eyes couldn’t leave your figure as you picked up your things to put them in your purse before heading out. Everytime you would look back his way, he would simply avoid your gaze and focus on his phone screen or his drink instead, pretending that he wasn’t devouring you with his eyes a few seconds ago. 

At least, your clubbing session did make you feel good, the alcohol helping you relax and the loud music pushing every parasite's thoughts out of your mind for a moment. By the time you went back to your best friend’s apartment, it was already way past 5 in the morning. Your two friends went to crash in bed immediately, giggling and loudly talking nonsense. The sound of the door of her bedroom closing shut behind them drowned out their laughs as you smiled to yourself while getting out of your high-heeled boots. You could still feel the agreable rush of all the drinks you had but you were conscious enough to think about drinking a glass of water before going to bed too. As you were about to head to the bathroom to take off your makeup, you almost ran into Jeongin who was walking out of his own room, looking like he hadn’t slept at all. You giggled as you steadied yourself by grabbing his shoulders. 

“- Oops ! Sorry, didn’t see you !”

Jeongin's right arm slid down to your waist to keep you straight up. Truthfully, you didn’t really need it to stand on your feet, you were not that drunk. But you let his hand rest against the naked skin of the small of your back that your crop top revealed, his own warm skin heating up your hot one even more and making another sort of warmth run through your veins. 

“- It’s okay. Are you alright ? Did you have fun ?”

You nodded with a big smile stretching out your face to both questions, missing the way Jeongin’s eyes went down to your cleavage and then back up to your face every two seconds. He was trying so hard to not seem like a pervert, but the way you were allowing him to be so close to you, to touch you in a way that was way too intimate, that was driving him crazy. 

“- So much fun ! But I don’t understand how you can still be a virgin…”

The sudden change of subject caught him out of guard, and his cheeks took that same shade of red once more, and again, you couldn’t help but think that he was really cute when he was embarrassed like that. Would he have that same look on his face if you dropped down to your knees and sucked him off, right now ? Would he look at you the same way if you told him everything he had you fantasizing about ?

“- I- I don’t know, it’s just how things are ? Girls aren’t really interested in losers like me you know…”

You frowned as you considered his words. A loser ? Jeongin ? Sure, he spent a lot of time playing video games. But he also spent a good amount of time at the gym, and if only he showed off his biceps a little more, there would be tons of girls at his feet, begging for a chance to go on a date with him. Because he already had a cute face, and a cute smile, and pretty hands, and…

“- Well, they should really start to get interested in losers like you. Because I am. 

- W-What do you mean ? 

- I mean that you’re handsome Innie. Can’t you see that ? If it wasn’t for your sister, I would’ve made a move on you a long time ago.”

With each step you took closer to him, Jeongin took a step back, until his back hit the wall of the hallway behind him. His blush was even more visible now, and despite the pure shock in his eyes, there was also an underlying lust, a contained desire that you couldn’t wait to unleash. 

“- Y/N, I… 

- What ? Don’t you think I’m pretty too ? Don’t you want me Innie ?”

The poor boy gulped down loudly as he tried to not let the bulge slowly forming underneath his clothes become too noticeable. He didn’t really understand what was happening, if this was all a dream or not, but he wasn’t going to miss his chance in either case. 

“- Fuck… I’ve wanted you since she introduced you to me.”

A smirk spread on your lips as you took one step forward again, your chest now pressed against his, making it impossible for him to escape - even though he didn’t want to - and also making it impossible to not look down at your boobs squished together in your ridiculously tiny top.

“- Then stop thinking. Let me show you how good it feels. 

- Please…”

This was the last word Jeongin managed to get out before you took a hold of his jaw and pulled him down to your lips to kiss him. His reaction was immediate, almost like it was a reflex : he took a hold of your waist, pressing your bodies together and his lips moved against yours hungrily, expressing all his frustration, all the longing through this kiss. You hummed against his mouth when one of his hands slid back up to angle your face differently, taking advantage of your appreciative noise to slip his tongue through your lips. You welcomed it gratefully, now fully making out with him in the middle of the hallway, his sister sleeping only a room away. When Jeongin finally let you go, you were both breathless, and the heat you felt had increased by ten.

“- Are you sure you’re still a virgin ? Because you’re a great kisser…”

He rolled his eyes at your question, annoyance written all over his face. You let out a yelp of surprise as he suddenly pushed you to his room. He didn’t have to do much effort to make you stumble back until you were sitting on his bed, proving once more that he was hiding a lot of muscles under his oversized pants and hoodies. 

“- Just because I never had sex doesn’t mean I never kissed anyone.”

You leaned on your elbows, exposing your curves to him as you tilted your head to the side, a smirk taking over your face. You loved how easy it was for him to switch up from his awkward and shy demeanor to someone a lot more confident - and you liked it either way. 

“- How far did you go then ?”

As you toyed with the hem of your black miniskirt, you saw his cheeks taking that shade of red again. Though, he couldn’t detach his eyes from the way you were slowly pushing the material higher and higher up your thighs, revealing more and more skin to his hungry gaze. 

“- I just… Kissed. And did a little foreplay.

- No need to be embarrassed, baby. We have all been there once.”

Jeongin gulped down again as he nodded, still watching intently as you left your skirt alone to go up to your chest, your hands cupping them over the material of your top. You let out a sigh of relief at the action, looking up at him as he was still standing up in front of you, the boner in his sweatpants now more than obvious. 

“- Did you do this ?”

Again, Jeongin nodded, eyes glued to the way you were squishing your tits together and hitching to do it himself, to feel the plushness of your skin under his hands by himself. You seductively smiled at him as you let one of your hands slide down in between your thighs, pressing your fingers against your clothed clit and letting out a satisfied hum.

“- And this ?”

This time, Jeongin shook his head. He was too entranced by the show you were putting on for him to be able to form sentences or even think about words anymore. If this was a dream, he never wanted to wake up.

“- Want me to touch you ?

- Fuck… Yes, please…”

You smiled at him in a much softer way as you patted the spot beside you on his bed, inviting him to come sit with you. Even if you just wanted to jump him, you wanted every step of the way to be enjoyable for him, show him how good sex felt. Jeongin obeyed right away, and you immediately straddled him. His hands instinctively went to hold your waist and looked up at you, waiting for your next command. 

“- Tell me if you want me to stop, tell me if it’s too much, yeah ?

- Yes.”

The way the words left his mouth so quickly made you smile again and you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him into another heated kiss. The buzz of alcohol heightened every one of your senses, and the way you had craved this for a while paired with the way Jeongin was so eager to please you quickly made you sigh in pleasure against his lips. Jeongin drank every little sound you made, relishing in the way he seemed to be able to have such an effect on you. The kiss was slow, but intense and passionate, and he didn’t hesitate to deepen it when he felt like he needed more. And you let him find his own rhythm, let him set the pace. 

“- You really are good at kissing Innie…

- Really ? 

- Hm… With a little practice, you could become the best.”

What you implied didn’t go on a deaf ears and Jeongin shivered at the thought of this becoming a regular occurrence. He wanted that. He wanted it so bad. And his unfocused eyes were telling you everything you needed to know as he pulled you in for another long kiss. You experimentally moved against him, your still clothed cunt rubbing against his boner - to test his reaction - and a pleased whimper slipped past his lips, getting swallowed by your hungry mouth. 

As you started to slowly rock your hips against him, he strengthened his grip on your waist. His breath was getting shorter and you could feel his sanity slipping away. It was almost cute how sensitive he was, but mostly, it only increased your own desire to show him how good it felt to be touched by someone else, to touch someone else. 

“- Does that feel good ?

- Yes… Really good.

- You can touch me, Innie.”

Jeongin nodded, but you could see that he was still hesitant to move his hands away from the secured spot of your waist. You smiled at him as you took one of his hands in yours, slowly moving it up to your chest and letting it rest here without breaking eye contact even once. You could see the way his breathing hitched in his throat and you could see the way he was now unable to detach his gaze from your cleavage. He tentatively squeezed your tit, and you encouraged him with your hums of pleasure, a different kind of thrill rushing through your veins as Jeongin got more and more confident. 

Within two minutes of touching your boobs, he was shamelessly groping them over your top, his head buried in your neck, sucking hickeys on your skin without a care in the world for the marks it was going to leave. Your dry humping had intensified, way too turned on by the way he now seemed unable to stop having his hands on you. But you were feeling that urge to discover his body too, to know what he was truly hiding under all of his oversized clothes. So you gently pushed him away, biting your lips at the way he seemed so clueless, so gone, only wanting to bury his face in between your tits again. 

“- Was it not good ?”

A soft smile took over your face as you leaned down to kiss his pouty lips. It was really cute how he almost forgot about his own raging erection because he wanted to please you, to make you feel good too.

“- It was really good, Innie. I just want to touch you too, if that’s okay ?”

Jeongin nodded again, his brain still having trouble processing the whole situation as you pushed his shirt over his head, leaving his upper body exposed. His cheeks went red again as he saw you detail his chest, arms and abs. You said nothing for a few seconds, letting your eyes devour him first, and then running your hand along the toned muscles of his chest, down to his defined abs that tensed under the feather like touch. 

“- You’re so sexy… So handsome, I knew you were but damn…”

The compliment made him awkwardly chuckle, not really used to show off his body. He was working hard on it, that was true, but since he didn’t have someone to expose it to, he wasn’t hearing these types of praises everyday. And especially not from you, the girl he had a crush on and an insatiable lust for. 

“- Don’t be so shy, baby… You should get used to that.”

And again, your words had an underlying tone that let him think that it could happen again. But he didn’t want to get his hopes up, so he just let you do your thing as you explored the skin of his torso with your hands and the skin of his neck with your lips. And your overwhelming presence soon made him forget about everything that wasn’t what was happening in that moment anyway. Jeongin closed his eyes, not trying to hold back the small moans escaping him and letting you mark his body in hickeys too. By the time your hands reached the waistband of his sweats, he was already breathless and so hard it was starting to be painful. 

“- Is it still okay ?”

Your sugary sweet voice paired with the way you were playing with the hem of his clothes made him nod faster than he ever had. You chuckled under your breath as you let your fingers slip under his pants until you could reach his very hard cock. The first contact with your fingers had Jeongin moaning a little louder and his whole body tensing. And when you wrapped your whole hand around his length, slowly starting to jerk him off, he was definitely gone, definitely ready to drop everything to have you do this again and again. 

“- You’re doing so good for me Innie…”

A small, muffled moan answered your praises and you just smiled back at him as you sped up your rhythm a little bit. Any trace of alcohol in your system had definitely disappeared by now, your focus only on Jeongin and the way he reacted to your touch, the delicious sounds he was making and how good he looked when he was feeling good like that. 

“- Y/N… Let me touch you too, let me make you feel good too… Please…”

He was almost begging to have a glimpse of your pussy, and who were you to deny him. You pecked his lips in approval as you got off the bed to get rid of your underwear, keeping your skirt that was too complicated to get out of right now. You settled back over his thighs, grabbing his hand in yours and pushing his fingers in your mouth to coat them in your saliva. This was partly for lubrication, and partly because you had been dreaming about these hands for far too long to not do it now that you had the chance too. And Jeongin was just looking up at you as if you hung up the stars in the sky, as if you were a goddess, and you liked the confidence boost maybe a little too much. 

“- Let me guide you baby, yeah ?”

He nodded along again, letting you push his hands down from your lips to between your legs. He gulped as you pressed the pads of his fingers against your wetness, feeling what he assumed was the clit by the way you sighed in relief as you rubbed his hand against it. 

“- Just this much pressure is good for me, but some girls like it faster or slower, you have to ask.”

Jeongin listened to you,  but he didn’t dare tell you that he didn’t plan to use this knowledge with anyone other than you. The only things he wanted to learn about were how to perfectly please you, how to make you cum and want more, how to make you come back to him. So he made sure to perfectly follow your rhythm, not flattering when you let him move on his own and started to jerk him off again, this time pulling his cock out of his sweats. Suddenly, you wanted to go down on your knees and take him into your mouth because he did have a very pretty dick - and it wasn’t a compliment you threw around this easily. 

“- Are you feeling good ? Am I doing good ?

- Yes, you’re doing really good Innie… Wanna make me feel even better ?

- Yeah…”

His immediate and eager response despite the fact that he was obviously starting to leak precum all over himself made you smile again. You loved how curious he was, how willing to discover and to let you teach him everything he needed to know he was. You grabbed his hand again, halting the cautious circles he was drawing on your clit to push his fingers lower, having them barely grazing against your more than wet entrance. You both gasped at the sensation, and your back arched slightly when Jeongin took it up himself to push one of his fingers inside, just enough for you to feel it. 

“- Is it okay ? Can I… Can I do this ?

- Hm, yes… Feels good, don’t stop.”

His brows were furrowed in concentration as he made sure to be careful when he fully pushed his middle finger inside of you. The way you were clenching down around him made him wonder about how good it would feel to have you wrapped around his cock instead and he throbbed in your hand that was still moving slowly around his dick, reminding him of his own arousal. You encouraged him to continue what he was doing with your endless praises, and soon enough, he was confident enough to push another one of his fingers inside of you, mesmerized by the way you were reacting - mouth opening and letting out a moan, squeezing him in your hand and your hips grinding against his palm as if it was a second nature. 

“- Does it feel good ?

- It does, Innie. Stop worrying about me, yeah ? You’re being such a good boy…”

Jeongin was always the first to laugh in his friend’s face for being wrapped around their girlfriend’s fingers but he realized in that moment that he was about to become way worse than them. He whined and chased your lips, all of the pleasure rushing into his veins starting to get way too much for him to stay quiet. The way you chuckled before grabbing his jaw and bringing your lips down on his for a hungry, messy kiss had him whimpering even louder. You made him weak, and he loved it so much. 

Noticing how sensitive and squirmy he had become, you sped up your movements around his cock. The thrusts of his fingers inside of you were regular, almost too slow, but it was so different from what you were used to, almost like a calculated rhythm that was starting to get to you and get you wanting more of it. And it didn’t help that his fingers were so long, and that they were making you feel so full, you just had to grind against his palm to get a bit of friction on your clit. 

You were so entranced by the kiss that you barely noticed it when Jeongin’s body started to shake. It was only when you felt a hot spurt of cum landing on your hand that you noticed he was indeed cumming, a strangled moan escaping him as you kept up your rhythm. The way he seemed just as surprised as you was arguably very cute, and you kept stroking him slowly and kissing his lips until he tried to get away from your touch.

“- I-I’m sorry, I didn’t… I didn’t feel it coming…”

His embarrassment was coming back full force, and you were really, really starting to get addicted to how adorable he looked with his red cheeks and shifty eyes. You wiped your hand against your thigh, not caring too much for his cum before you grabbed his face, smiling at him while you tried to ignore the fact that his fingers were still stuffed inside of you even if he wasn’t moving them anymore.

“- Did it feel good ?”

Jeongin nodded and your smile only widened. 

“- Then never be embarrassed about having a good time baby. 

- But what about you ? You didn’t cum, did you ?”

You chuckled as you shook your head, placing another kiss on his pursed lips. You were thoroughly fucked. You knew you shouldn’t have started this at all, but now that you were here, you didn’t want to leave anymore. 

“- No, but it’s okay. I enjoyed watching you.”

There was a look of disappointment on Jeongin’s face as he looked up at you. He stayed quiet for a few seconds, as if he was trying to think about what he was going to do next, and before you knew it, he had you pinned underneath him, his larger frame hovering over you as his eyes were glued to your exposed cunt. Your squeal of surprise at his unexpected move made him look up at your eyes that were now pleading you.

“- Please, teach me how to make you cum. I wanna make you feel good too. I wanna… I wanna eat you out. Teach me.”

And how could you say no when he was so eager to learn, so eager to please you, so pliant when you pushed his head in between your thighs ? And from the way he was hungrily lapping at your folds, you were assured that your “teaching” wouldn’t stop there.

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[maretinelli]

BRITISH PODIUM

DadLewis Hamilton X Mom!fem!reader

Summary: When the grand prix is in the UK, Lewis' home, and the girls are excited to join their dad in the garage, this eventually comes with a lot of questions from the Hamilton daughters.

Words: 3.8K+

Warnings: Mention of Aunt Carmen and Uncle George, some technical words coming from Marie, Pietra always making a funny comment, loving father and even better husband, mention of babies (oh!!!) Happy ending because I already put the anguish at the beginning of the miniseries hahaha

Author: English is not my first language, so apologies for any spelling, grammar, and slang mistakes that may be in the story. This story is part of the Universe of A NON-SEPARATION. But it can be read separately.

MASTERLIST

The UK race weekend was always special for Lewis, but this one had an even greater meaning. In addition to the fervent home crowd, he would have his family present in the garage, following every detail closely. His wife and two daughters would make that Sunday even more unforgettable.

That morning, Y/n was responsible for waking the girls up and starting their routine before heading out to the paddock. As soon as Pietra opened her eyes, she jumped out of bed and ran to her sister's room.

"Marie! Do you think my Ferrari t-shirt looks better with the ballet-like skirt or with my denim overalls?"

The sister, still stretching, glanced at Pietra and smiled.

"Anything will look good, you're beautiful either way."

Even though there were days of fights and arguments, most of the time the two were best friends. They always supported each other in small decisions, from choosing an outfit to making up stories together before bed.

Y/n and Lewis watched all that movement with smiles on their faces. It was impressive to see how a four-year-old girl cared so much about the clothes she would wear that day.

Sometimes, at night, when they were alone, they talked about their daughters' future. Marie was smart, fascinated by mathematics, and always asked detailed questions about her father's car when he returned from a race. For Lewis and Y/n, she would definitely be an engineer. Pietra, on the other hand, seemed to want to be everything at the same time. One week she wanted to be a journalist to interview her father, the next day an architect because she loved decorations, then a ballerina because the ballet class had been incredible. This always made them both laugh and become even more enchanted by the youngest.

Now, ready to leave the house, Marie was sitting in her car seat, while Y/n finished fastening her daughter's seatbelt. The girl was wearing a Ferrari t-shirt with her father's number and her name printed on the back, combined with loose jeans and sneakers that Lewis had helped her choose and put on. Her straight hair was tied with a red headband.

Lewis was finishing putting away his bag when he realized that Pietra was still not in the car.

"Honey, where's Pietra?"

Y/n raised her head, looking around until she noticed the open front door.

"She's still inside." She walked to the entrance and called out to her daughter. "P, come on! We're waiting for you."

The answer came from the stairs.

"I'm coming, mommy!"

Y/n walked back to the car and opened the backseat door, adjusting Pietra's chair and organizing the space. Lewis walked past her, leaving a quick kiss on her temple before heading to the driver's side.

When Yin turned to call Pietra again, the girl appeared in the doorway with a mischievous smile and a Union Jack wrapped around her body.

"Look, Mommy! Now I'm Daddy's superhero!"

Lewis laughed when he saw the scene and approached his daughter.

"Superhero, huh? Then you'll have to help me win this race today."

Pietra let out a laugh and nodded, as Lewis kissed her forehead before walking to the door to lock the house.

Y/n watched her daughter approach and smiled.

"You look beautiful with that flag. A true supporter of daddy."

Pietra gave a satisfied smile. Her curls were neatly styled and pulled back, decorated with a red bow. She was wearing the same T-shirt as her sister, but she had chosen tights and a ballet-like skirt. On her feet, black patent leather slippers gleamed in the morning sun.

Once everyone was settled in the car, Lewis started the car and asked:

"Everyone soon?"

"YES!" The girls responded in chorus, excitedly, making their parents laugh.

Y/n looked at Lewis, amused.

"If their excitement were measured in horsepower, I think it would outperform your car engine."

Lewis smiled. "If I could, I'd put both of them as my power unit. No one would catch me on the track."

Marie, leaning forward in her chair, touched her mother's shoulder.

"Mommy, can I put on some music?"

"Of course, my love."

Y/n took out her phone and connected it to the car's Bluetooth. When she opened the music app, she came across several playlists. One with only Pietra's songs, another with only Marie's, one of her own and another that she used to listen to with Lewis.

She laughed, shaking her head.

"My phone has become a playlist festival. There's something for everyone here."

Lewis gave her an amused look.

"I call this the democratization of sound."

Pietra raised her hand. "Then I'll choose the song first!"

Y/n laughed and put on her playlist. During the walk to the paddock, the girls sang happily, while Lewis and Y/n laughed, both at the childish voices and at Pietra's random comments.

When they arrived at the circuit, Lewis parked the car. The place was already busy, with fans arriving and journalists preparing their cameras. Photographers were already recording the first moments of the day.

As Y/n unbuttoned Pietra in the back seat, the girl looked at her and said: "Mommy, do you want to have another baby? Because these days I dreamed that I had a little brother."

Lewis laughed immediately, while Y/n's eyes widened, finishing unbuckling her daughter's belt before turning to Marie.

"P, my love... where did that idea come from?"

"Hey, from my dream!"

Lewis, still laughing, shrugged. "That wouldn't be such a bad idea."

Y/n turned to him, arching her eyebrow.

"Let's live in the present and think about it later, okay?"

Lewis leaned toward her, smiling.

"If it depends on me, the future is already planned."

Y/n laughed and rolled her eyes before everyone got out of the car. Each of them took one of the girls by the hand and they began walking through the parking lot towards the paddock.

When they reached the entrance turnstiles, Pietra held her father's hand tightly and looked at him expectantly.

"Daddy, can I swipe my badge by myself?"

Lewis smiled and picked her up.

"Sure, little one. Here, hold on."

Pietra took the badge and, focused, passed it through the machine, unlocking the turnstile.

"I achieved!"

Lewis walked past with her on his lap, while Y/n and Marie walked past together, laughing at something they were talking about. Lewis looked at them and smiled.

The girls carried small backpacks on their backs. Pietra had filled hers with new toys that her father had brought back from his trip, eager to show them to her favorite aunt and uncle, George and Carmen. Marie, more practical, put out cookies, snacks and candy. Y/n allowed it, after all, once in a while it wouldn't hurt.

The flag that Pietra had picked up earlier was now folded inside her backpack. She was waiting anxiously for the right moment to wrap herself in it again—her father would win this race, and she would be ready to celebrate.

As they approached the Ferrari garage, some people recognized the girls and greeted them. Pietra, always outgoing, waved excitedly, asked questions and smiled at everyone.

"Hi! Do you work with Daddy?" She asked an engineer, curious.

"Yes, I do work, I help take care of his car." The man replied, smiling.

"So you're also rooting for him to win, aren't you?"

"For sure!"

Marie, on the other hand, was more reserved, just waved shyly and responded with a polite "Hi" to whoever spoke to her.

When they arrived at the garage, the engineers greeted them with smiles and greetings. The girls were soon surrounded by people who were already used to seeing them there. Charles arrived soon after, bending down to talk to them.

"Bonjour, girls! Are you ready to cheer for daddy today?"

"Yes! We're home!" Pietra replied excitedly, while Marie just nodded with a small smile.

Meanwhile, Lewis was talking quickly with his engineer and the strategist, adjusting the last details of the race. Y/n, a little behind the girls, gave space so that they could fit in, while exchanging a few words with Charles' girlfriend.

Time passed, and Lewis was back in the garage, now dressed in his racing suit. Pietra was busy showing her toys to Carmen and George, who had stopped by to see them. George soon had to go back to his garage, leaving Pietra with Carmen.

Marie, meanwhile, stood beside her father, watching intently as he showed her the car.

"Dad, what's your strategy for today?"

Lewis smiled, admiring his daughter's interest. "I'll try to overtake early on to take the lead."

Marie frowned, analyzing. “But if you do it too aggressively, you might wear out your tires before the first stop.”

Lewis blinked a few times, surprised by the remark. A few engineers nearby also raised their eyebrows in surprise.

Y/n smiled proudly, while Alexandra, beside her, commented: "Marie is very intelligent."

Y/n replied, smiling. "I like to think a little something came from me too." They laugh.

At that moment, Pietra returned to the garage hand in hand with Carmen, who smiled affectionately at the little girl.

"Mommy, I think I want to watch the race with Aunt Carmen today." Pietra said, making Y/n laugh.

"Oh really? Are you going to abandon daddy like that?"

Pietra widened her eyes, realizing.

"True! Daddy needs me!" She looked at Carmen and sighed. "I'm sorry, Aunt Ca. I can't stay with you."

Carmen laughed and bent down to look at Pietra.

"Okay, my little one. But you can come and tell me everything after the race. Deal?"

"Combined!"

Y/n smiled, watching the interaction.

"They still haven't gotten used to the fact that we're not in the same garage anymore," he commented to Carmen.

"Two years already and still like this." Y/n laughs. "It took me a while to get used to it too."

After a few more words, Carmen said goodbye and headed to the other garage.

Pietra had run to where her father was with her sister, paying attention to her father's car and smiled.

"Daddy, can I get in the car?"

Lewis laughed. "If you go in, you might not want to come out."

"No problem! I'll drive for you, Daddy!"

Lewis laughed and picked up his daughter, placing her inside the cockpit. Pietra's eyes widened.

"Wow! But it's so small in here!" She grimaced. "AND THERE'S NO AIR!"

Lewis laughed, pulling her out of the car.

"You have a reason for that." Marie explained, looking at her sister on her father's lap. "The space is small because the car needs to be light and aerodynamic. And it may lack air because of the protections and the steering wheel."

Lewis smiled at his eldest daughter. "Exactly! You really pay attention to everything, huh?"

Marie smiled proudly.

Time passed quickly and, with only fifteen minutes left until the start, Y/n and the girls were in the area reserved for family members. Y/n was sitting with Marie next to her and Pietra on her lap, while they both ate the cookies that Marie had brought in her backpack. Y/n was talking to Alexandra when one of the engineers announced that the drivers were heading to the grid.

As soon as Lewis approached, the two girls ran towards him excitedly. Y/n laughed at the scene-the sound of their laughter was identical to Lewis's.

"Marie may look more like you physically, but she has her father's laugh." Alexandra smiled.

Y/n laughed and shook her head.

"That's right, two mini versions of Lewis. I'm surrounded!"

Pietra looked at her father and held out her hand with a biscuit. "Daddy, eat. What if you're hungry?"

"Oh, thank you, dear!" Lewis laughed and accepted, taking a bite before kissing his daughter's head.

"Don't make a mistake on Turn 3. I saw in the last race that it's a difficult section." Marie looked at him with a serious look.

Lewis laughed. "I'll be careful, I promise, honey."

He kissed his daughters' heads and then stood up, approaching Y/n. With a smile, he held her face and gave her a kiss.

"Take care." Y/n whispered, caressing his face.

"Always. And I'll be back." He replied with a smile.

Lewis then walked to the car. Y/n and the girls watched as he prepared to leave for the grid.

Pietra nudged her mother's arm. "Mommy, Daddy has to win! I want to get my flag again."

Y/n to them.

"I want him to win too, my love. But keep the flag safe for now, okay?"

Pietra smiled and hugged her mother's legs.

Y/n stroked the youngest's curls, while her other hand held Marie's. Her heart was beating fast not only from the race, but from the immense love she felt for that family.

There, in that corner of the garage, with Pietra snuggled in her lap and Marie sitting next to her, Y/n found herself reflecting on her life. Her dreams were all there, materialized. An incredible husband, whom she admired deeply, two sweet and intelligent daughters, and a dream job. Everything seemed perfect.

But sometimes, a strange feeling would come over her, as if something was still missing. She didn't know exactly what, only that every now and then, this feeling would arise subtly, leaving her thoughtful for a few seconds before being interrupted by the reality around her.

On the grid, with just a few minutes left before the race started, one of the engineers approached Marie, holding a special headset that transmitted communications directly between Lewis and the team.

"What is this?" Marie asked curiously, looking at the object.

"This will let you listen to your dad's radio during the race. Want to try it?"

The girl's eyes lit up, and she immediately looked at Y/n, who smiled and nodded.

"Go ahead, my love."

Marie picked up the earphone carefully, as if she were holding a treasure, and placed it on her ears. "Thank you so much!" She thanked the engineer, adjusting the earphones.

Meanwhile, Pietra had gone back to focusing on her cookies, swinging her little feet absentmindedly.

Then the lights on the grid went out and the race began. Pietra let out a little scream and covered her eyes, while Marie pressed the headphones to her ears, euphoric.

Y/n laughed at her daughters' reactions, watching as each one expressed their support in their own way.

The race unfolded and Marie gave detailed commentary, as if she were part of the engineering team.

"He needs to conserve the tyres more now because if there is a safety car the strategy can change completely." She murmured to her mother, paying attention to what she heard on the radio.

Pietra, although younger and less technical, was equally fascinated. She looked at the monitors with shining eyes, even though she had watched so many of her father's races before.

At one point, Pietra tugged on her mother's shirt sleeve. "Mommy, can I talk to Daddy on the radio?"

"What do you want to talk to him about?" Y/n looked at her daughter, amused.

"I want to ask if he ate the cookie I gave him!"

Y/n laughed and picked her up.

"Daughter, daddy can't chat during the race." She said, kissing the little girl's cheek.

"But he ate it, didn't he?" Pietra pouted.

"Yes, he ate it all. Don't worry."

Meanwhile, the race broadcast captured footage of the Ferrari garage, and Pietra and Marie appeared on the screen, cheering enthusiastically.

Commentators were quick to notice.

"And look who showed up again! Lewis Hamilton's daughters, always super involved in their father's racing."

"Exactly! Marie, the six-year-old daughter, even seems like part of the team, always attentive to the technical details. Meanwhile, Pietra is pure emotion!"

The race continued intensely and was approaching the end. Lewis was in the lead, and Pietra was holding the flag inside her backpack.

"I'll only take it off when he crosses the finish line!" She said determinedly.

Marie squeezed her mother's hand and whispered softly, "Come on, Daddy...you can do it."

Y/n felt a tightness in her chest, moved to see how much the girls admired their father. He was an example to them, and the connection between the three of them was unbreakable. Practically triplets.

On the last curve, Pietra already started pulling the flag from her backpack. And then, Lewis crossed the finish line.

"DADDY WON!" Pietra shouted and, without thinking twice, wrapped herself in the Union Jack and ran out of the garage, making the engineers and Alexandra laugh.

Y/n smiled, her eyes watering. Her husband had won at home, her girls were beaming with pride, and she knew that in that moment, Lewis was fulfilled.

She held her daughters’ hands and led them to the front of the garage, waiting to see Lewis before the podium ceremony. As he stepped out of the car, still holding his helmet, his eyes swept the room until they found him. Before he even hugged the engineers, he bent down and opened his arms to his daughters.

Marie smiled, and with Pietra they ran towards their father, still with the youngest wrapped in the flag, causing laughter from everyone around.

Lewis laughed and picked them both up, still kneeling on the floor.

"You didn't miss turn 3, Daddy!" Marie said with a proud smile.

"I knew you were going to win, because I was rooting for you so much!" Pietra added, holding his face with her little hands.

Y/n walked over, and Lewis looked up at her. His smile was tired but radiant. Before she could say anything, he pulled her into a tight hug, not caring about the sweat and dirt on his overalls.

"I just needed to look at you and remember what I run for." He murmured in her ear.

Y/n smiled, moved, and replied lovingly: "And I only need to look at you to remember how much I love you."

Pietra, still wrapped in the flag, made a playful face. "YUCK! Here comes the kiss!"

Lewis and Y/n laughed. He kissed the little girl's forehead and then gave his wife a quick peck.

Marie, ever observant, tugged on her father's arm and pointed at the car. "You wore out the tires, huh? I think that strategy almost backfired."

An engineer nearby laughed and commented, "Hamilton, I think your daughter could be our strategist in a few years."

"She's my number one co-pilot!" Lewis smiled and picked Marie up, spinning her around in the air, making her laugh.

In the middle of the celebration, Pietra, excited, accidentally wrapped herself completely in the flag, leaving only her face visible.

"Ah! Mommy, help me! I'm stuck!"

Lewis, seeing the scene, let out a loud laugh.

"Come here, champ," he said, bending down to unroll it. Pietra laughed along, swinging her arms as she finally freed herself from the cloth. "There, now put it over your shoulders and tie it here near your neck." Lewis demonstrated, arranging the flag like a cape. "That way, you won't get caught again."

"Thank you, Daddy!" The youngest smiled and Lewis's heart skipped a beat.

Lewis kissed her cheek and then looked at Y/n and Marie.

"I need to get ready for the podium."

"Let's wait down here!!" Y/n smiled.

The Ferrari team quickly secured a safe space for Y/n and the girls to watch the ceremony without being squeezed in by journalists, photographers and other people.

When Lewis stepped up to the podium and lifted the trophy, Pietra began to scream excitedly and wave the flag wildly, while Marie just smiled, clapping with pride. Both were on their mother's lap, who was doing her best to balance her girls. They were growing up so fast.

When it was time for the anthem, the girls sang together, respecting the solemn moment. Lewis, up there, exchanged an intense and loving look with Y/n. Neither of them said anything, but they both had tears in their eyes.

When it was time for champagne, Lewis pretended to point the bottle in their direction.

Pietra let out a little scream and hid in her mother's neck and pulled Marie to do the same. "NO, DADDY! I already took a shower!"

Everyone around laughed, including the other drivers on the podium.

When the ceremony was over, Lewis went down to the garage, where he found his three girls waiting for him. As soon as she saw him, Pietra ran to him.

"Daddy! Can we put the trophy in my room?"

Lewis laughed, shaking his head. "The trophies go to the team, my champion. But I promise I'll make a copy just for you."

Marie, more serious, took the trophy and examined it carefully. "The design is well done."

Lewis raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Now you're a trophy expert too?" Marie laughed and hugged her father's waist, making Lewis's smile widen and he stroked her straight hair, identical to his mother's.

Y/n stepped closer, putting her arm around his shoulders. "And you deserve every single one of them."

Time passed and while Lewis was in interviews and post-race meetings, Pietra made Y/n and Marie go to the Mercedes garage to talk to Aunt Carmen and Uncle George.

She explained every move her father made with the car and sometimes Marie had to intervene because she was exaggerating the facts. Which made them and Y/n laugh.

Y/n and Carmen spent a good amount of time chatting as well, while the girls showed George everything they had learned in ballet last week and made the Mercedes driver do some steps with them. Or, with Marie making him say some words in Portuguese that he had learned in his language class.

And now, after fulfilling all his post-race commitments, Lewis finally drove home with Yin and the girls. In the back seat, Pietra played with the flag, while Marie looked out the window, tired but still excited.

Y/n looked at her husband and joked, "I think your victory only happened because your fans were strong today."

"Definitely! I'll need them for every race now." Lewis laughed.

Halfway there, the girls became tired. Pietra fell asleep holding the flag against her chest, while Marie rested her head against the window and fell asleep.

Y/n watched the two of them and suddenly felt that tightness in her heart again. Lewis noticed her gaze, took one of his hands off the steering wheel and held hers affectionately. Without needing to ask, he smiled, as if he knew exactly what she was feeling.

"Our team can still grow, love."

"I know..." Y/n smiled back, squeezing his hand lightly. "I appreciate that, love. I love you!"

"I love you, my sunshine!" He kissed the back of her hand, before turning his attention back to the road. "And you know, I'm here for whatever decision you make." Y/n smiled, leaning her head back against the seat and admiring her husband every now and then.

[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 reaction to the idea of a threesome with another member

Request: hey!! can you possibly do !husband!svt reacting to having a threesome with another member?? kinda like if they even would consider it, or who they would choose out of all the others. thank you so much already!! + yes hubby!svt x wifey!reader x another member is what i meant!! sorry for being unclear about that!!🤍

A/N: Some of these choices might make it seem like I’m shipping, lol, but anyway—I hope this is what you wanted! I scheduled this without saving it to my drafts for a recheck, so don’t mind any mistakes I might’ve made. Tumblr doesn’t save changes, but I have way too many pending requests, and it’s getting overwhelming. I couldn’t complete the other requests because of this Tumblr issue, but today, I had an epiphany: I can just post directly instead—at least until Tumblr gets back to me. So please ignore any typos, formatting errors, etc., etc.

This is my personal opinion and perspective. It may not accurately reflect their real-life personalities or behaviors.

Would Definitely Consider It (Under the Right Circumstances):

Jun – He’s the wildcard. He has a flirtatious and experimental streak, so he wouldn’t mind trying it if you initiated the idea. Minghao will be his choice (bahahah).

Hoshi – He’s adventurous, playful and very open-minded. He’d probably be the one to bring it up first just to see your reaction. He loves excitement and if it’s something you’re curious about, he’d be down. Woozi would be his first choice. He’d love to see his usually composed bestie in a wilder setting lol.

Mingyu – He’s open-minded and likes pushing boundaries in relationships. He’d probably joke about it first but if you were genuinely interested, he’d consider it. I think his choice would be Wonwoo or Jeonghan. They already have that chem, and they are someone Mingyu trusts completely.

Minghao – He’s open to new experiences but only if it’s something you really wanted. He’s emotionally mature enough to separate pleasure from deeper love. Jun will definitely be his choice (yes they're each other's choice). They have a natural bond and he’d feel most comfortable with him in such an intimate situation.

Would Maybe Consider It (But It’s Complicated):

Dokyeom – He’d turn beet red at the suggestion but wouldn’t be completely opposed. But the real problem is he’d get too emotionally attached and overthink things. In my opinion, I think his choice would be Mingyu. It’d feel like a fun, spontaneous thingy with someone he already vibes with.

Vernon – He’d be very nonchalant about it and respond with, “I mean…if you want to.” But deep down, he might not actually care enough to make it happen. Dino would definitely be his choice for a threesome. He’d pick someone who’s also laid-back, so nothing feels awkward.

Dino – He’d need a lot of convincing. He might go for it if it was positioned as a ‘fun experiment,’ but afterward, he’d probably get shy or maybe overthink. His choice will probably be Hoshi. There’s already a strong bond, and it would feel more like a game than anything super serious.

Absolutely Not (Too Loyal, Too Possessive, or Just Not Into It):

Seungcheol – This man is territorial. You are his, end of discussion. Suggesting it might even make him a little jealous and possessive.

Jeonghan – He loves to tease about things like this but would never actually go through with it. Deep down, he’s high-key possessive and wouldn’t want to share you.

Joshua – He’s too traditional and reserved. He doesn’t want to take even a 0.001% risk of anything that could potentially affect the relationship.

Wonwoo – Not necessarily out of jealousy, but he sees sex as something really personal and wouldn’t want you or him to share that level of intimacy with anyone other than each other.

Woozi – He’d be so so uncomfortable with the idea. He’s private and values intimacy in a one-on-one setting.

Seungkwan – Absolutely not. He would take the idea as a personal attack, wondering why he alone isn’t enough for you.

[ghost-proofbaby]

For your Valentine’s Day Event what about a mini-blurb about spending your first V-Day as Eddie’s partner

❤️❤️❤️❤️

the image of your first v-day with eddie and both of you being such nervous messes is so endearing to me i love him your honor. i need to be a nervous wreck with him please.

wc: 2k+

When the day had first started, you were determined that it had to be perfect. 

You thought that your outfit needed to be faultless, and destroyed your room in the process of rummaging your closet for a specific shirt you just had to wear. You thought your makeup had to be flawless, and you’d redone it nearly three times, leaving your skin raw and irritated after the third removal of eyeliner. You were convinced your plans for the night had to be exemplary, and you and Eddie had changed your minds too many times to count in the weeks leading up to the day. 

Nerves. And stress. And picking at the beds of your nails until you’d made one bleed and took it as the Universe’s sign to cut it out. 

The day of love had morphed into something twisted, a terrible buzzing beneath your skin that was less than comfortable rather than the warmth in your chest that you had come to associate with adoration. 

“You should have seen his face, sweetheart,” Eddie cackles as he continues to recount a story from the latest Hellfire session, one hand clinging to yours as they swung between your walking bodies and the other holding up a cone of ice cream to match your own, “I told him to leave that damn NPC alone, and he just wouldn’t listen.” 

“Serves him right,” you mumble, feeling miles away and hating it. 

Normally, you’d be entirely enthralled by Eddie’s stories. Latching onto every last word, waiting with bated breath for every turn of his tales. And yet, right now, all you could focus on were your nerves. 

Is he having a good time? Is he enjoying himself? Is the night perfect for him, at least? Is he sorely disappointed about me, and realizing that this is all a mistake? Not just this date night, but everything-

“Hey, are you feelin’ alright?” 

Eddie stops in the middle of the sidewalk suddenly, and you only notice by the tug of his hand halting you in the process as well. 

“Hm?” you hum, trying to drag yourself back down to Earth. Trying to quiet all the voices in your head panicking at full volume. “Me? Oh, yeah, I’m fi-”

“Don’t say you’re fine,” he rushes to interrupt, quirking a brow, “You’ve hardly said shit the last hour. Did I... Is something wrong?” 

This is the part where he lets me down gently. This is the part where he admits he’s having the worst time of his life, and that we should break up. 

You force out a laugh, giving his palm a pathetic squeeze, “I am fine, Eddie. Just… just…”

This is the part where he realizes what a terrible partner I am, because I can’t even make Valentine’s Day fun. 

Except, he doesn’t. 

His entire face softens, and he takes a step closer before his voice drops to just shy of a whisper, “Just in your head?” 

Your stomach sinks. He had noticed – he had noticed, and probably stopped having any fun because of it. 

On instinct, you start to shake your head, but he only gives you a knowing look. 

“Look, I know I’m kind of a dumb ass half the time, and I know I can be a little oblivious, but…” he motions vaguely at you with the hand holding a melting scoop of rocky road, “I can tell what’s something up. With you, at least. So… what’s up?”

You want to correct him. Either tell him how even on his worst days, the days where he’s been the most annoying pain in your ass, you’d take him over someone else on their best days – or make a joke about how he’s definitely a dumb ass more than half the time. Jest how it’s okay, because you’re a full-blooded idiot almost all of the time with him. You want to reassure him, staring at you with puppy dog eyes, how it has nothing to do with him and everything to do with you. 

It’s only been one month. A measly month of dating Eddie, adoring Eddie, getting to know the endless labyrinth that is him inside and out. 

It’s only been a month, and you’re still sort of waiting for the other shoe to drop. Insecurity is a bitch to kick. 

“It’s not you, it’s m-” you begin before realizing your mistake in an instant. His face breaks so solemnly, and heartbreak is painted across the heights of his cheeks and dark brown pupils clear as day. He thinks you’re breaking up with him. “Wait! No, okay, no, I- That sounds like I’m breaking up with you. I am not breaking up with you.”

He sighs out in relief, a breath you hadn’t noticed him holding, as his shoulders relax, “Jesus H. Christ, you scared the shit out of me-”

“I’m scared you’re going to break up with me,” you blurt out before he can simmer too long in the relief. “I’m just- I’m terrified that this date night is going to shit, and I’m so fucking nervous, and I… I don’t know,” your voice trails off, dropping in volume with each word before you slowly blink up at him, bracing yourself for impact, “I’m scared that I’m fucking up our first Valentine’s day together.”

You wait for him to confirm all your fears, or to make fun of you, or to burst with relief at finally being able to agree that you were ruining the night. 

No such thing when it comes to Eddie Munson. 

“What?” he laughs a little breathlessly, dulcet eyes locked in on you, “I’m sorry, you think you’re ruining the night with your nerves?” 

All you can do is nod. 

Because it’s true. It’s why he hadn’t kissed you the entire night, scared you might jump at the press of his lips surely. It’s why you had to be the one to grab his hand initially, probably so jumpy that he was convinced you’d run like a scared animal if he moved too close. 

“Baby,” he’s smiling ear to ear now, smooth like honey as he sighs out in more relief. The pet name sounds nice on his lips; if you weren’t so in your head, you might go dumb in the head at the way it tumbles off his tongue, “Oh my God. Are we both idiots?” 

What? 

“I never said you were-” 

“I’ve been rambling for the past hour, non-stop,” he cuts you off, taking a step closer to you, “I spent nearly three hours getting ready when I’d usually take an hour tops, freaking out over what you’d think about my goddamn t-shirt. Wayne nearly kicked me out of the trailer when I started pacing about whether I got you the right kind of flowers,” as the confessions spill out into the air between you, you notice some of the buzz beneath your skull dulling. The voices in your head turning down the volume, notch by notch, “I haven’t even kissed you yet tonight because I’m so fucking nervous – you had to grab my hand first, for fucks sake. If anyone is fucking up this date by being a mess, it’s me.” 

Little, by little, by little. The voices go silent. The buzz leaves, and the warmth tickles at the back of your throat. 

He was just as nervous as you were. 

All you can do is laugh.

It starts small, the teeniest of bubbles bursting from your chest, but it quickly descends into something borderline concerning. Giggles overflowing from you, making you bend at the waist just a bit from the force of them, eyes tearing up at the ridiculousness of it all. 

“I-” you gasp out, and Eddie just beams at you. Heart eyes and all as he watches you finally unravel from all your stress that’s strangled you the entire night, “Oh my God-” another little hiccup of a laugh, and he joins in a bit, “We’re so…. So…. dumb.”

There’s not a better word for it. Only the plain ones, simple ones.

Dumb, stupid. Idiots. The two of you were such idiots. 

“Wanna know a secret?” you’re finally able to hoarsely whisper once you get control of yourself once more, Eddie leaning in eagerly, vibrant eyes locked on yours, “I thought you weren’t kissing me because I’ve been all jumpy, so nervous and shit. I… I thought it was because of me.” 

Something melts. Slowly, warmly. Frigid and icy nerves between the two of you run away in rivers as he looks at you, so soft and so enamored, half his lips twitching up in a barely-there grin. 

“Well…. We can’t have that, can we?” 

Each movement is intentional. A little sure, but you can still taste the hesitancy when his lips first meet yours so feather light. Just a taste, a quick test of the waters. 

And immediately, whatever hesitancy lived within both your bones, leaves along with the nerves. 

He starts to pull away from the peck, but you’re quick to drop your ice cream cone of cookies and cream just to bring both hands up to the nape of his neck properly, racing to press him back into your space. A sharp chuckle falls from him at first, trying to get a look at your discarded cone, but you won’t let him get too far – you need his lips back on yours, and you need to just… laugh. 

Laugh about how stupid you two had been. Laugh because neither of you ever had any reason to be nervous. 

“Your cone!” he gasps into the kiss, and teeth clash a bit as you smile widely and shake your head.

“Forget the cone. We can get new ones.” 

He drops his cone as well, right on queue, as he pulls you hard into him. Lets your chest meet his, your hips melting against his. One cold and sticky hand, one warm and sweaty palm, and a whole lot of skin he’s been restraining himself from exploring the entire night. 

Eddie Munson kisses you in the middle of the sidewalk until your knees are about ready to give out. Until your lungs have shrunk a few sizes with all the air he’s stolen from you. Until you can’t even remember why you had been so nervous to begin with. 

This? This is nice. This is what you’d expected of your first Valentine’s day with the fool kissing you like his life depends upon it. 

“Hey, Eddie?” you finally break the ongoing kiss a bit, his forehead chasing yours to stay pressed up against you. 

His arms circle around your lower back to hold you tightly as he hums in response, eyes still shut and a goofy grin overtaking his aching cheeks. 

“Wanna just… have a redo of our first Valentine’s day?” you offer, making his eyes flutter wide open, “No nerves fucking things up this time?” 

Is a month long enough to fall in love with someone? 

It sure feels like it as you trace over the dimples, all the creases beside his eyes. It feels a lot like love, when you’re being honest with yourself. 

“Thought you’d never ask,” he teases so gently, thumb tracing arcs against your spine, “Where do we start, sweetheart?” 

“Well, I think we need to get some ice cream…”

You trail off and look to the ground where broken cones are scattered amongst melting sweet treats. 

One might argue that that’s the true mess of the night, but you hardly care. It’ll clear away with the rain due next week according to the weather forecast. 

Whatever is happening between you and Eddie, though? That’s going to take a bit more than one stormy night inside both your heads. 

“Absolutely,” he quickly presses a chaste kiss to the tip of your nose, and you let out a snort – something that a few moments ago, might have embarrassed you straight to your grave. Not now, though. “Say… I know this killer ice cream shop that we’ve just got to try. One you’ve totally never been to before.” 

“Really?” you play along, leaning further back against his arms. He still refuses to let you go as he nods so assuredly, “And I���ve never been there before? Not even in the, let’s say, last thirty minutes?” 

He bites his lip to stop his smile from growing any larger, but it’s a hopeless effort, “Definitely not. Trust me, sweetheart. Best rocky road and cookies ‘n cream in town. Swear it.”

Maybe perfect looks a little different than you’d imagined in your head, and maybe that’s alright. 

“Lead the way, Munson.”

[shehungers]

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possessed!scholar husband x reader |18+| 3.4k

following your husband's return from his deceased uncle's estate, he has not been the same man. you confide in your husband's best friend and colleague on the matter of these eccentricities, only for him to resurface a depraved recent past.

story warnings; dead dove do not eat, explicit sexual content, major dubcon, sort of coercion, implied double penetration, mentioned voyeurism, cumshot on stomach, cum eating, graphic + horrific details, unrequited love (ox to reader), smoking, drinking, heavy prose + detail, roughly proofread.

reposted from my old blog: theoxenfree

this is a concept piece and follow up to imposter. you don't have to read it, but it definitely helps for understanding!!

please leave feedback + reblog, it would mean a lot!!

“He is simply not himself!”

Bartolomé Medina knew his best friend better than you knew your husband, so you believed him when he said that your husband’s newly acquired, increasing eccentricities were not some fictitious imagining of yours.

Although, Medina himself could not explain the unexplainable and all of the oddness without growing visibly flustered. A bit flushed in the face, singeing the roundness of his ears. He'd stamp out your justifications for strangeness in the same way he did the fine cigars he'd been accustomed to sharing with his friend, yet had not for quite sometime now.

“And you say his garden is dead?” Medina looked stricken with dread, suddenly ill by repeating something so blasphemous. “Now, my dear, please don't mistake my shock as disbelief. I very much believe in what you're saying. I've seen Solomon and his weirdness! Why, just this morning over breakfast, at a time where you were still tucked away in deep sleep, he wouldn't drink his coffee. So bizarre! That man knows the thousands of tastes and varieties of coffee beans, and he spat the very stuff out on the floor like it'd never once touched his tongue!

“But his garden? A botanist without his garden is like a bird without wings. A dog without a tail to wag. A newborn without his mother’s teat! Vulgar, I understand, but you see my point.” He drank from a heavy glass in his hand. The inside had nearly spilled over at one point with light brown which glittered gold under the overhead light, smelling slightly sour and earthy. “To think that Solomon would let it all die. Something is wrong. Something has happened to my only true friend and to your husband.”

You did not drink with any enthusiasm or anguish from your own cup, rather you used those seconds of delicate sipping to gap the conversation, separate yourself from it all for just a moment. You'd had your time to grieve and contend with knowing the man you had married and come to love was not the same one who kept you awake at night.

Solomon had once been a reclusive and reticent man, the only son of David Agrippa and sole heir of the Agrippa Diamond Mines and Jewelry Galleria. He'd never been able to replicate his father's ardor for business and entrepreneurship, choosing towards academic ventures of entomology and botany and most of everything belonging to the natural world instead.

Among his most prized things was a sprawling, domed greenhouse made of large sheets of pale blue-green glass soldered with metal which shifted rose-gold in bright daylight.

“I loved his garden, but I didn't much like to be in there with him,” you confessed, forgetting your manners as you kept your cup still against your lips, mumbling your words. “He liked to tell me about the plants and flowers he grew. Most of it I could never hope to understand, but… I loved seeing him come alive. He seemed to glow when he could tell me things, so I got into the habit of listening to him when he wanted to speak.”

Medina, not yet drunk or driven to any untoward behavior, set aside his empty vessel with jittering ice cubes and looked at you admiringly. “You said that you didn't like being in there with him? Why?”

“The bees. The bugs. The humidity. The fertilizer he liked to use because of the nitrogen content. He told me that it mattered what he used and couldn't just break up soil from the yard.” You said, tilting your cup.

After taking another sip, you determined you hated the taste of the liquor and how it slid down along your throat like fire trailing an oil spill, yet clung there with residual, syrupy stickiness that nearly made you gag.

“Why did you keep going inside?” Medina asked tranquilly, much of his previous frustration softened, body and soul warmed by the alcohol and how fondly he regarded your sweetness towards his friend.

You thought very little before answering, “I wanted to be where he was. It didn't matter to me if that meant his greenhouse or the coldest part of the arctic.”

That was the truth of it. Once you'd received the first crumbs of understanding who Solomon truly was beneath his stolid exterior built brick-by-brick from tragedy and grief and a lifetime of emotional ineptitude, you would've gone to any length to see more of him. To see his pale eyes gain a wild, flickering candlelight of passion, and the faintest of trembling smiles disguising how deeply your questions had aroused his soul.

In those moments, he revealed to you the things he loved the most and what you envied the most: the natural world.

The flittering, fat-bodied pollinators whose entire world were yellow and red flowers with succulent centers and lush, girthy leaves where they'd rest their weary, iridescent wings and could never understand your husband's appreciation of them.

The thousands of specimens he'd collected from every corner of the world and articulated thoughtfully against wood and felt. Their dead little limbs were pinned in place; perfect mimicry of how they would've been if still alive and crawling. He’d had them all meticulously framed and arranged across the walls in his office; trophies of his success, of his studies and hard work.

The innumerable plants and flowers he trimmed and watered in his greenhouse and the ones not contained within it. Some species he had planted in the yard, others in the cool shade of the nearby woods where they smothered native varieties with tendrils-like vines and climbed upside trees. More aquatic species were placed by the edge of the lake, growing into the water; buoyant; a woman's deep dark hair reaching forever for the surface.

He had turned the lonely, sprawling estate into a monument of life, of love that did not belong to you. And for that, sometimes you hated living there. Hated the things that he loved.

Choking the plants, poisoning their roots with any number of things from your father’s pharmacy crossed your mind more than once.

Feeding the bees something enticingly sweet and deadly; filling the greenhouse with noxious gas at night while they slept on their big leaves and your husband in his bed. It would've been such an easy thing for you to do—own your husband's grief as you held his face in your hands and comforted him in the morning when all had atrophied and rotted.

But, those feelings had become a reality you truly never wished to have seen after Solomon returned from his deceased uncle's estate months ago.

He was not the same man.

“Tell me what happened.” Medina’s voice buzzed in your ear from nearby, closer than it had been before. Your hand was caressed by tight warmth—his holding yours, his handsome face looking up at you from where he had crouched in front of your chair. “Tell me everything you've seen. It's of grave importance that you remember it all, as curing Solomon from his affliction relies solely upon you.”

You could not deny his earnestness, the squeeze of his fingers. A promise that he would not be easily shattered by what you had to say, and would think no less of his friend for it. Within his sincere stare, you saw the gleam of another, secret promise. The likes of which you pretended not to see, that he'd never speak of out loud.

“I…” you distracted yourself with the embroidery on your clothes, pinching loose threads and beads. “It was subtle, at first. I noticed some of the bees were dead on the ground. And then some plants had started developing spots. Leaves turned brown and yellow and fell off. A lot of them withered, even though their soil was still damp when I checked…”

And then, the morning came where you witnessed Solomon among a carnage of broken stalks weeping foul-smelling sap, leaves he'd ripped apart with his own hands, and some of his larger flowering plants with fiery manes completely severed. Their bountiful heads lay at his feet, flattened by the heel of his boot as he walked aimlessly, snipping and tearing indiscriminately.

“My god, Solomon! Stop!” you stepped around the countless tiny, contracted bodies of bees and other pollinators to reach him. He let go of the gardening shears as you grabbed them. “What are you doing?! What have you done?! Decades of work! Gone! Are you mad?!”

“Well, you've gone and ruined my surprise for you. I've been working on it for hours. I didn't expect you would be awake so soon.” Solomon said, sounding much like himself despite the savagery he stood surrounded by. He smiled at you in an unfamiliar way, as if trying to navigate his facial muscles around a mask. “Isn't it simply wonderful?”

The sweltering humidity trapped within this greenhouse of death had turned the air stagnant and foul, heavily pungent of detritus and mildew. Across all zones of the greenhouse, once painstakingly organized and labeled for the purpose of easier cataloging, no slithers of greenery or color remained. Each step you took in any direction seemed to sink you deeper into the decay, wet gurgling underfoot as you crossed stumpy mounds of plants and flowers he'd destroyed and thrown into piles.

“How could you? My husband spent almost twenty years building this garden and studying it. This was his life’s work!” You wished you could force life back into the severed plants; pray that the ground of yellow-brown waste would suddenly freckle with tiny, green sprouts and grow with thick stalks and thorns to keep his hands away.

“I am your husband.” Solomon took the gardening shears from your hand and tossed them aside. He leaned into your body, nose and lips pressed into the fabric covering your neck. “I've only done what you wanted. What you wished you could've done yourself, but never did.”

You flinched against the movement of his hands smoothing down your waist to the notches in your hips. Sliding inward, he unfastened the hook-and-loops and buttons holding your trousers up to push them down your thighs along with your undergarments.

“I know your thoughts and what you really think. I've been listening the entire time. I've always been listening.” Solomon let his hips roll along the back of his hand while he used his fingers to lay long, languid strokes on you. “It was tiring, wasn't it? Always competing for love and affection in a place like this. You were never going to have what you wanted. Not with this place still standing. Not with his ineptitudes and selfishness.”

His touch weakened you indescribably; like the caress of heat from the fireplace against your bare skin once the opium had taken effect. Swapping tiny pills on wet tongues with your maid until they'd dissolved into saliva and into your cheeks. You explored one another's bodies thoroughly on those cold nights, silky with sweat from the fire and exertion.

Yet, this was not the same as back then when the sexual appetite of two teenagers transcended societal morals.

Solomon encompassed you in a feeling; consumed you without ever digging into you with his teeth or nails. He could whisper hideous secrets and depravities to you to tip you over into searing euphoria. He had once penetrated you with a hot metal phallus resting on top of his own, thrusting with both until the metal cooled, and you still came anyway.

He'd put worse inside your body and done far worse than that in only a few short months since returning home, yet he never tired of the torture and you remained malleable and enthralled by it all.

“God, you are so beautiful. And you are mine.” Solomon had maneuvered both your bodies to the ground, atop of the soggy detritus. Your back was exposed to the mush, leaves, and crushed flower petals, weight pushing an indentation in the loose soil. “This is the fruition of your desires, darling. Don't you love it? Destroying what he loved so you could have it all?”

The one who came back to you was not Solomon; the one fucking you into waste and dirt was not Solomon, either. You told yourself you needed to love imposter as well, because he looked like your husband; wore his signet ring, too.

At night, you imagined only his softest expressions behind clenched eyelids when he wanted to have his way with you, as something else entirely took his place. A creature so diabolical and unsightly that the servants now awaited your screams to rouse them awake in the murky midnight hours.

Every time they arrived with their candlesticks and oil lanterns, the thrusting spectre receded into the dark as a black mass hardly distinguishable from shadow.

Only Solomon would remain, and he was swift to send the servants away before they could see your improper, disheveled state sprawled across the bed sheets.

In the daytime light, his face stayed familiar and comforting to you and you could bear to see him, form some coherent words.

“Someone might—might see us out here, Solomon. Mr. Medina is supposed to—oh, oh, mmm—he’s due to arrive at any time.” You were given several long kisses, which turned into severe caresses of hot breath when his thrusts turned savage, cock reaching so deep you were starting to feel numb below the waist. A feverous response. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck…”

He adjusted himself to lay on your chest, the sweat on your bodies offering an effortless glide and new angle for his cock that made your moans deeper and dire. Such sounds, whether in agony or pleasure, were melodious to him. Addicting drags from a pipe in an opium den; an alcoholic's first sip at breakfast; a cheating man's night with a new lover.

“Wouldn't you like for them to see that? For someone to witness you being fucked into the ground? Surrounded by everything their master loved?” Solomon tucked his face into the curve of your neck and groaned, hips slow and stuttering. “Bartolomé would be the one to find it most tantalizing. His only friend in the world ruining the only person he's ever loved. Wouldn't that be a sight? We could invite him to watch.”

At the time, it had been quite jarring to learn Bartolomé harbored those silent, ardent feelings for you. It had sufficiently pulled you from whatever trance Solomon had lulled you into, reacquainting you with all the sounds of sex and the filth clinging to your skin. It was as though your mind had been locked into a mostly airless, noiseless void that he controlled and released at will.

You held tight to his shoulders as he molded you deeper into the muck and plant litter. The squat, friable walls of soil holding your shape like the cushions in a tomb, whereas Solomon was the man lowering you into the dark earth; the last to see your face before covering it in clay and dirt.

He was in your ear with loud moans that resonated through you, simultaneously as carnal as a beast amidst its seasonal rut, and velvety as the feathery smooth glide of fingers down your spine. His throat rumbled against you, resembling the intensity of a purring housecat nestled near your head in contentment.

At his tipping point, he removed his cock from your body and used the slippery stuff glistening off it to stroke himself; weepy, deep red tip to the base. You received the aftermath of his release in thick ropes across your abdomen and chest, the warmth of it already cooling on your skin while he continuously kneaded the head to force out what remained as if they were dewdrops made from pearls.

“How do you think Bartolomé would fare seeing you like this?” Solomon swept two fingers through the cum in an elegant curl to smear it around his cock. The viscous white thinned into pale gloss on his girth and a sticky residue inside his hand.

Your lips parted to give an answer, but his fingers and taste were faster than your words.

“And… that is all? Truly?” Bartolomé asked, shattering your visions of the recent past as he revealed a compact silver case from inside his vest, pulling a cigarette from within it. “You simply walked into the garden one morning and saw that he had destroyed everything? He gave you no explanation whatsoever?”

The imposter had stolen much of your dignity over the months, but enough of it remained for you to omit every significant detail from your story. You'd only told him that Solomon had cut the heads off of rare flowers, mumbled in a disorienting way, and gave you no difficulty with the gardening shears.

Bartolomé went away from your side for an open window across the spacious sitting room, matching his cigarette and blowing gray plumes out into the dense summer air.

“This is concerning.” He spoke loud enough for you to hear, even with his thumbnail tracing the underside of his lower lip, muffling him somewhat. “Solomon is considerably worse off than I first thought. We need to investigate this, retrace his every step since the moment he left you that night for his uncle's estate.”

“Oh, Bartolomé, that will be very unnecessary.” Solomon announced himself as he walked in through the open doors, offering you a tepid smile, which came nowhere close to reaching his eyes. Your chair jostled slightly as he stood behind it, a weighty hand landing on the tall back above your head. “Why trouble yourself with employing some ludicrous scheme when you could, ah, inquire as to what haunts you instead?”

Bartolomé tamped out his cigarette on the windowsill and pocketed it. “You are ill, Solomon. You may be suffering from some form of hysteria. It's time you visited a doctor, my old friend.”

“Well, that just isn't true.” Solomon kept the neutrality in his tone, but you tracked a rumble of agitation; a warning not far off. His hand followed the curvature of the chair down to the arm that you leaned against, fingers touching your shoulder, lightly kneading you through your clothes.

He was sure to be in Bartolomé’s eyesight as he did this, further aggravating the heavy disquiet. You didn't dare to move out of reach of his touch.

“But, it is true, Solomon!” Bartolomé insisted, gesturing toward the window. “What of your garden? All of your life's work now means nothing, you damned fool! You've snapped, old boy. See a doctor before you do something you regret.”

“That garden was more a source of misery than it was a boon. At any rate, I'm quite finished listening to you harp at me for one night, my dear friend.” Solomon lightly stroked down your cheek with bent fingers, coaxing you to look up at him. “It's time for bed, darling. Us impropertious brutes have kept you up for too long.”

You hesitated, and then stood when Solomon took your arm. “Alright.”

“As usual, your accommodations should exceed expectations. I'll have a servant wake you for breakfast again tomorrow.” It was too soon to call those Solomon's departing words to Bartolomé, as he stopped with you in the doorway, your hand caressing the meat of his forearm. “You know, Bartolomé, I would recommend marrying soon. There is no greater feeling than having the one you love so close to you, don't you think?”

Bartolomé became unreadable as he fished a hand into his vest pocket for the cigarette case again. You were led away for the bedroom before anything else could be said, but you knew that Solomon had struck a nerve.

“That was cruel.” you said.

Once in the bedroom, your back was pressed flush to the door while he unfastened the buttons to your outerwear and the blouse underneath it. Solomon kissed your lips slowly, first, before moving underside your jaw after shucking you down to your undergarments.

“And you are mine. You made your vows to me. Remember that, my sweet.”

You watched him strip out of his clothes and then stroke the length of his cock until it was hard.

“I married someone else. Not you.”

As he dimmed the lights within the space, sweeping the bedroom under a shroud of near pitch black, your annoyance shifted into a swell of anxiety both freezing cold and burning hot. Your body pulsed in rhythm with your wild heartbeat, throat clenched as tightly as infantile flower buds.

You waited for Solomon to touch you, startling once he finally did. His fingers had elongated and sharpened, his touch now far more delicate and methodical.

“Don't worry, he’s still in here with me.”

[katxbuckyx]

It turned into something bigger. (Bucky Barnes x plus-size!reader)

Hello!

I'm coming with my first ever Bucky's fanfic published in English so please have mercy on me, English is not my first language! And I will proofread it later, I swear!

Disclaimer: It is tagged as a Plus-size!reader, but the description of body is really brief, so can be read as "a reader"! Everyone can read it, so enjoy!

Title: It turned into something bigger.

Word count: 2 660

Description: You overheard someone talking badly about Bucky, and you had to intervene. Enemies-to-lovers!trope.

Warnings: None, mentions of blood, a kiss at the end, nothing explicit, some swear words, but still, Minors don't interact!

Enjoy! (And gif's not mine!)

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Bucky could be called many things. He was smug, sarcastic, sassy, grumpy, stubborn, a pain in the—, he was also loyal, sometimes kind, he believed in doing the right thing, but he definitely couldn’t be called your friend. No, definitely not. From the moment you met, you disliked each other. You couldn’t stand being around the other, it was a constant banter between you both. Every time you bumped into each other, it always ended up in a fight. That’s just how it was, and it didn’t seem to change.

It started with an exchange of snarky comments in the car Steve had rented back in Germany when you had to get to Siberia to stop Zemo. The argument was about a stupid seat in the backseat of that small car that barely fit you both. You were squashed like sardines. Your thighs were touching, arms nearly stuck to each other. You weren’t comfortable yourself. You’ve just met him, and he already seemed to not like you. He was giving you side eye all the time since he saw you for the first time. You didn’t know what his problem was. Maybe it was because you were so close to Steve, but you were his assistant and a close friend, so obviously, you will be close with him. Maybe he didn’t like the way you looked, it wouldn’t be the first time since somebody started to dislike you before they even got to know you. Just because you didn’t meet their beauty criteria. You were used to it, but it didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt you. So, sitting next to him while wondering what you could have done wrong, so soon, wasn’t pleasant at all.

And yet, he dared to boss you around. First, he nearly ordered Sam to move his seat up, and he refused. You exchanged looks with Wilson, he did it on purpose. You had to stop yourself from laughing at it. Then, Barnes started complaining that he didn’t have enough space. You wanted to kick him out of the car, but you couldn't. Steve would rather kick you out than his best friend. And you didn’t want to run after the car, so you kept silent.

After Germany, he started living in the compound. On the same floor that you lived on. It was a nightmare. You were seeing him all the time, in the morning, in the evening. In every damn room of this building. It was a constant war between you both. You were throwing comments at each other like your life depended on it. Nothing could go unnoticed. You had a stain on your shirt? Bucky was on your ass to mock you about it. You stumbled? He was the first to call you a clumsy kid. You made a mistake? He didn’t let you live without reminding you about it every day. But you didn't let him live in peace either. He fell during the training? You almost died laughing. Bucky had a cut from shaving? You mocked him about it. He burned the pan while making pancakes? You bought him a fire extinguisher as a ‘gift’. The team had enough of you both. Steve had almost retired after you started throwing things at each other, and Natasha had to drag you out of the room sometimes. When you were watching movies, you had to sit on opposite sides, or if there wasn’t enough room, someone had to sit in the middle.

However, there was one thing that you never joked about or made comments about. It was a barrier that couldn’t be overstepped. Your looks. He never commented about your appearance. It was always about your mistakes, failures, etc. Never about how you looked. You sometimes were self-conscious about your body, even though you appeared to be confident. You liked your body, at least you were learning how to do it, and it was going better. When you were feeling down about it, he never made fun of it. And you did the same thing. You never jabbed at his arm or anything. You’ve seen that it was bothering him, and you would never make fun of this. It would be too much. Even for you both. Appearance and other conditions were things that couldn’t be joked about.

So, when you heard some kid making fun of it. You saw red. You were walking down the corridor to the office area. You had to give reports to Steve. It was about the last mission, from which Barnes came back slightly injured. To your surprise, you were worried about it. When you saw him, lying on the medic bay’s bed, looking so weak, something had stirred in you. Your heart started to ache at the way his hair was splashed on the pillow, his face flushed from the fever he got. No one knew about it, but late at night, you came to him, and spent a few hours, watching over him. You were changing his compress every hour, to make sure the temperature would go lower. He was a super soldier, he would be fine in a day or two, but still, he didn’t look good, and you couldn’t stand looking at him in this state. Yet, you were gone in the early morning before the medics and nurses came to work. You didn’t want anyone to know you were there, you had to keep the façade that you couldn’t stand him, but you weren’t so sure anymore. You stopped arguing that much, it was some occasional banter. It took you only two years, but you could sit in one room and act civil. If you weren’t so stubborn you probably would notice that he treated you differently too, he was nicer and offered some help. When you had a rough day, there were pretty flowers in your room, out of nowhere. When a guy you were about to go on a date with called you names, Bucky came back with bruised knuckles to the compound. Other than those little acts of service, he was still the smug, sarcastic bastard. Nothing changed. So, why do you feel some kind of affection towards him?

You did not, you told yourself, as you shook your head, coming back to the reality. You must make haste, you have a lot of things to do today, and you don’t have time to think about whether you like Bucky, or not. As you were passing the lounge area you overheard a conversation. It was Mark, a new IT guy, he was annoying. He was younger than you, and he acted like a smart-ass all the time. He always brags about how his father is an entrepreneur and a CEO of a big company in London. Yeah, and you were a ballerina. No one ever heard about his father’s company. Stupid kid.

“You know, I’m glad he was injured.” you overheard, and that made your interest pick up. You stopped to listen, making sure they couldn’t see you. Mark was talking with Pepper’s assistant. Another spoiled brat. You continued to listen. “At least, we don’t have to watch that metal arm anymore. It made me sick when I was looking at it,” he said.

When you heard that, you wanted to enter the room and smash that kid’s head on the wall, but you stopped yourself. He didn’t say anything that bad yet, you had to wait until he said something more, so you could have more reasons to rip his head off, and of course, to justify why you did it.

“You know, I don’t know why they keep him here, he should be put in a madhouse or a circus.” he laughed, and it made your blood boil. “He could be put next to one-eyed Joe, they would make quite a pair!” he continued. “With that one arm...”

That was enough. You wouldn’t let this guy joke about Bucky’s disability, it was too much. He didn’t deserve that. It’s enough that he blames himself for everything that has happened to him. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence, you little shit.” you nearly growled at him, entering the room. They almost jumped at your sight, and that made you smile. You knew you were respected here. After all, you were Captain America’s assistant and best friend.

You grabbed the kid by the collar and pushed him against the wall. You were taller and bigger than him, so you almost towered over him, making him intimidated. “Don’t ever speak like that about Bucky again. He’s better than you will ever be, you get it?” you asked him, pushing him more into the wall. He squealed.

“He’s just a murderer, nothing more. He doesn’t deserve redemption.” Mark muttered, looking at you with fear. And that was the last straw before your fist connected with his cheek.

 You kicked him out of the building when you finished with him. You were almost seething when you were walking back to your room. You entered it and slammed the door. You walked straight to the bathroom and started washing your hands. You washed the stains of that bastard’s blood from it. You looked at yourself in the mirror. You were surprised with yourself, you were never violent. You completely lost your temper. And it was all because of Barnes...

Friday announced a meeting in the living room. You sighed, they must know about Mark. They don’t know who did it, you made sure he won’t tell anybody. Still, you had to face them. You changed your shirt into a long-sleeve, because you had to cover your bruised knuckles. And you went down the stairs to the living room.

They all were there, including Bucky, who was sitting on the couch. Looking uninterested as usual, but when you walked into the room, he turned his gaze to look at you. There was something in his eyes, that you couldn’t quite recognize.

Steve was standing in the middle of the room, with Tony standing behind him, and mocking his every movement. You let out a laugh at it. “What happened that you decided to gather all of us here?” you said and sat down on the sofa next to Sam.

Steve explained Mark’s accident, and you were trying hard to not show any emotion at that. They can’t know that it was you, especially not Bucky. It would ruin everything, and you would have to explain why you did it, and you had no idea.

“Y/N, you were the only one walking down the corridor, you were caught on the corridor’s cameras. The other was shut down immediately after Mark was attacked.” Steve said. “Did you do it?” he asked.

You felt everyone’s eyes on you, and you crossed your arms over your chest. One gaze was burning you the most. If eyes could burn you, you would be ashes on the ground.

“Do you have proof? If not, it wasn’t me,” you said, standing up, and walking away from the room. You didn’t know that when you were crossing your arms, Bucky saw a glimpse of your red knuckles. He raised a brow and followed you right after you left.

You were almost back in your room when you heard someone calling your name. You turned around and saw him rushing after you. “What do you want?” you asked.

“Why did you do that?” he asked when he got to you. He was looking at you intensively. His blue eyes almost burning into yours.

“I didn’t do anything,” you said, shrugging your shoulders. You still kept a poker face, you didn’t tell the truth.

“Oh, yeah, so you didn’t knock Mark out? You didn’t beat him up and threw him out of the building? Tony told me that you insisted on firing him. Why?” Bucky came closer to me, his question making you uncomfortable.

“It’s not your business, Barnes!” you snarled, and turned around, wanting to walk away but he stopped you. He grabbed your arm with his flesh one.

“Yes, it is mine! You did it for me, why?!” he almost shouted in your face, and you couldn’t keep it in anymore. You jerked your hand out of his grasp.

“Because he insulted you! He made fun of you, and you…” You trailed off, looking away from him. “You didn’t deserve that.”

You repeated Mark’s words to him. You could see the hurt in his eyes. “You see? No one deserves to hear something like that, and that’s why I kicked him out. He deserved more.”

There was silence between the two of you. Bucky was trying to process what you had said to him. He couldn’t believe that you would beat someone. Not for him. You were always getting on his nerves, always jabbing at his mistakes. He couldn’t stand it, but deep down he liked it. Everyone was always so careful around him, always tip-toeing around him, and you didn’t care about it. You were loud and stubborn, you were always doing your own thing. When they kicked you through the door, you would come back through the window. He always admired that about you. You didn’t pretend to be somebody else, you were yourself. And he thought that you were beautiful. And it wasn’t just about your looks, you were beautiful to him in every way, and that’s why he tried to hide it underneath all of his comments. Bucky tried to soothe it with small acts of service, but he still didn’t say anything about his feelings. And he had them for you, plenty of them. He was a coward, and he didn’t say anything about it. He was scared of rejection.

Right now, he was standing in front of you, with you telling him that you beat a guy because he insulted him? That guy didn’t say anything that bad. Bucky had said worse things about himself. Yet, you stand up for him. You protected him, didn’t let anyone talk bad about him, and his disability that he was still conscious about. It made his heart flutter. And before he could think, he shot towards you, grabbed your face in his hands, and kissed you senseless. He pressed his lips against yours in a deep, a little sloppy but very passionate kiss. You didn’t expect that, but you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back. You closed your eyes and let him kiss you.

“What was that?” you asked when you parted. Both of you were breathing heavily.

He pulled away from your embrace to look at you, he placed his big hands on your hips, giving them a soft squeeze. Bucky had this soft look on his face, one you would never dream that you would see on his face.

“A thank you, I guess,” he said, and sent you a breathtaking smile.

You let out a laugh and kissed him again. You cupped his face in your hands, you had to stand on your tippy toes to reach him. “If you will thank me like that every time, I will knock out every guy who frowns at you,” you said.

“I have no doubt about it, doll,” he said and pulled you for a tight hug.

Being held in his arms, made you realize that what we had, was always more than this little banter. That our dislike towards each other was actually hidden feelings that we couldn’t express. And right now, it turned into something more. You weren’t so sure about what you both were, but you were not enemies anymore, and you weren’t friends. It was something more than lovers, your souls were calling for each other. You never believed in soulmates, but maybe that’s what you always were? Long lost soulmates, that turned into enemies, to become lovers in the end? You didn’t know, but you were sure that you had plenty of time to find out.

[throatgoat4u]

hello, hello, hello, hello to all my lovely people out there. i wanna start of by saying happy valentines to every single one of you. whether you're single, in a relationship, or have just broken up, i hope you all enjoy this amazing day of love and share it with their loved ones.

today's not just about a romantic partner, but to people who you just love. tell your family how much you love and appreciate them for all they've done for you and if that's not an option, share your gratitude with your friends or people who have constantly been there for you and have made you feel loved.

do something kind for someone. give them a hug, write them a letter, compliment them, whatever. you don't have to make some big gesture or go all out, just let someone know you appreciate them.

but most importantly, make sure you love yourself. self love is just as, if not more, important than anything else. how are you supposed to put in your time and effort in loving someone else if you can't do that for yourself? so whether you want to go out and spoil yourself or stay in and take a nice bath and watch movies, make sure you're putting your love for yourself first.

but, loving yourself isn't just about spa days and self care (but like that shit's like amazing so like i definitely recommend a nice everything shower if you're not doing anything today.....) it's also about speaking to yourself kindly, forgiving yourself for past mistakes, and acknowledging that you deserve just as much love as everyone else on this amazing day!

now, that being said, i'm gonna spread all my love to some of the most amazing people on this app! (this is where my formality ends, trust 🤞)

@onevison. i literally love you so much omg. you are one of the nicest people ever and you're actually so creative with your aus. i love talking to you and always enjoy when we chat. i love you!

@freshloveee. you're so so so good at writing and genuinely one of my favorite writers on this app. you're honestly so sweet and kind. i love you!

@chrepsi. you're genuinely one of the funniest people on this app, i cannot. i love your vibe and your music taste is just so ugh. you're so cool. i love you!

@muwapsturniolo. so you're literally amazing?!?! like you're so gorgeous and funny and such an amazing writer. idek how many times i've reread your shit but it's too many to count. anywho..... when's the next album coming out sza????? i love you!

@leoslaboratory. i just binge read your fics last night btw. you're fucking amazing and i love everything you do. dealer!chris is amazing and i absolutely love it. your fics for black history month are eating btw. i love you!

@phone4pills. so so so cool. you're theme is so cool, you're fics are so cool, you are so cool. i'm genuinely sooo happy anytime i've seen that you've posted a new fic or something and am always looking forward to when you write more. i love you!

@mattscoquette. you're just sooooo like awesome. i love everything you write and i love scrolling through watching you answer asks cause you're so funny. i'm still heartbroken over a change of heart (and the fact that you've ruined that song for me 💔). also like petition to bring back my man perv!matt. he doesn't get the love he deserve. anyways, when i was lurking here, i would always stalk your page and you were the first person i found on sturniolo tumblr. you were genuinely such an inspiration for me and one of the biggest reasons i started posting what i write. i love you!

@thenickgirl. you're my favorite nick girl out there. i love how you write for him and give him the attention he absolutely deserves. just cause he's gay doesn't mean we should leave him out guys 😞💔. you're such an amazing writer and you're so funny. i love you!

@t0riiiis. you're literally like so relatable and i feel like i can always talk to you without getting bored. you're there for me and you've shown your love for me countless times and i cannot even begin to say how much it means to me. i love you!

@oopsiedaisydeer. i'm sooo happy that we're like friends now because you're such a nice and cool person. you're an amazing writer and i love when i see updates on your ponyo au. you're so sweet and show me so much support on literally everything. i love you!

@bernardsbendystraws. dare i say that you're the mother of sturniolo tumblr?!?! you're genuinely such and amazing and funny person and make the tumblr fandom a much better place. i love how during that whole pedo scandal, you were there for absolutely every single person and were so helpful in the whole ordeal. you aren't scared of what anyone says about you and you're so confident, it's so admirable (this also goes for @muwapsturniolo, cause if i recall correctly she called her workplace or something like that which is honestly a boss ass move). your writing is also just amazing and never disappoints. you're like a breath of fresh air (that sounded better in my head but it's okay). i love you!

and i've saved the best for last, @snoopychris. idek what to say. like i'm being serious. i love you so much and you're my absolute favorite person on here. i love being able to talk to you everyday and ik you'll be there to listen without judgement. you're so funny (and a bit odd) and i love you for it. you're genuinely like a big sister to me in a way and i just feel like talking to you makes my day. whether it's about an au or just yapping (or saying some weird shit about chris) it always makes my day just so much better. i literally trust you soooo much even if we’ve only known each other for a short time. like when i say i trust you, i mean like i TRUST you. atp, i trust you enough to know what my face looks like, my actual name, and other personal info. like genuinely i feel so comfortable talking to you and you never fail to make me happy! you're such a fun person and so creative. also you're writing?!?! i literally love it. i love you 🧠!

obviously there are so many other people who i absolutely love, adore, and cherish with my whole heart, but these people stick out to me! anyways, i love you guys so much and am so thankful for everyone's constant support. i'm so happy with all the new friends i've made on this app and am looking forward to making many many many more! with lots of love...

toodles sluts :)

(i felt it was necessary to bring back sluts for this post...)

also the fact that i actually wrote that shit at the top from my heart impresses me….. like what?!?!

also one last note, if there’s some misspelled words or i’m just repeating myself like an idiot, please note that its still early and even tho i woke up over an hour ago, im still like half asleep

[bronklish]

Exchanging Valentine Chocolate - LCB HC

In which you exchange valentine’s chocolate with the LCB crew

Yi Sang - Some Strange Chocolate and a Poem

He would be happy with anything you give him. Like, ALOT. He probably would eat little bits of it, trying to taste each ingredient that you used. Yi Sang would poetically recite some deep, moving words about your budding relationship, if you let him recollect himself. Overall, he’s happy that you thought of him.

When giving chocolate, I don’t thinks he’s confident in his cooking ability, but will try his hardest to make it the best he can. He’d probably ask someone to help him make it, like Meursault, Sinclair, or maybe Ryoshu. He would definitely include a little note about your essence in existence.

Faust - Chocolate Mixed with Stuff you may like

With her aloof nature, you wouldn’t tell if she is happy about receiving chocolate. I would say that it would surprise her that someone would admire her for her personality instead of her huge brain. She’d be please nonetheless, and would probably snack on it while working on Mephi.

Since Faust’s relationship with you is considered “unnecessary information” in the Gesellschaft, she would actually struggle with making something she’d think you’d like. At best, she’ll remember what kind of flavors and ingredients you like and try to put them together. When she finally gives you some chocolate, she would insist that you try it immediately, probably under the guise of “keeping it fresh”. In actuality, she’s trying to gauge your reaction to her confectionary concoction to see if she did a good job. If you enjoyed her sweets, or pretended to, she would subtly smile to herself.

Don Quixote - Chocolate Idol (Fixer Toy Included)

She would be over the moon when receiving any chocolate. Has a MASSIVE sweet tooth. Whether it’s platonic chocolate, romantic chocolate, shitty chocolate with too much salt, or even if you were trying to get rid of some, she would be happy to eat it. But to give her valentine’s chocolate to her? You’d need to prep some earplugs for the sheer volume of her ecstatic cheers.

Her chocolate would be… interesting. Looks cute, but may have some interesting textures and would probably be in a (crude) shape of you. She’d still be proud of it, even if you didn’t eat it. Depending on where you two are in the relationship, she may even gift you with some special Fixer merch! Kinda like a McDonald’s toy.

Ryoshu - A.B.C. (Artistically Burnt Chocolate)

She’d look unimpressed with any conventional sweets, homemade or not. It’s all just sugar to her. If you truly wish to impress her, make something unconventional. Burn it! Add shards of glass, maybe a few drops of blood! Then, carve a face that expresses agonizing pain, as if the subject was being punished in hell! Doing this would not only increases the chances of impressing her, but it would also show that you are trying to understand her. Alternatively, you can splurge and buy her some luxury cigarettes. Either way is fine.

Her chocolate would be a treat, visually. It would taste like ash, but the sheer viciousness of the shape, the angles, would leave an unforgettable impression. Truly, a work of A.R.T.

Meursault - Exquisite Handmade Chocolate

Unless you can read his micro-expressions, you wouldn’t know what he’s feeling. He wouldn’t eat them right away, but would eat them as a little treat after dinner. I think he would express his affections in a structured, constructive way. “You did well mixing most of the wet ingredients together, but some lumps take away from the flavor. I suggest sifting the dry ingredients into the wet ingredients and…”. He’s trying his best to convey that he likes you in his own way.

He would return the next business day to some chocolate. Probably one of the best chocolate of the group. Like, so fancy you could mistake it from some fancy expensive chocolate, but it’s all made from scratch. He wouldn’t say anything further beyond “Here is your valentine’s chocolate”.

Hong Lu - Expensive Chocolate

He would find your chocolate fascinating, albeit a bit off-putting. Not a slight on you, of course! While he wouldn’t ever think you would ever try to harm him (on purpose), he definitely would have had to dealt with poisonous sweets from his family. There will be some reluctance when eating it, but he would appreciate the gesture.

I can see two outcomes: one where he buys you chocolate that costs more than your entire house, or he tries to make chocolate for you. The former would include Canned Experience; as soon as you take a bite, it will be an indescribable experience of what is essentially a 4 season fluffy shojo-romance anime full of dramatic twists and turns and “will-they or won’t-they”’s, with the series finale that ties everything together. The latter is slightly undercooked fudge. Either way, his affections will have you mesmerized.

Heathcliff - Chocolate-Dipped Strawberries

Valentine’s Day is a sore subject for him, so he’d be pretty irritated and angsty all day, mostly bittersweet. Once you give him some Valentine’s chocolate, his mood would improve a bit, but he would still prefer to be left alone. As soon as you are out of earshot, he’d mutter “thanks…” under his breath. Definitely a little blush too. Would get teased by Ishmael.

Heathcliff believes that he’s not really good at making sweets, so he’d probably make something simple, a classic: chocolate-dipped strawberries. He’ll just shove them to you and leave before you have the time to express any form of gratitude, blushing all the way. Complimenting his sweets would give you an earnest smile, returning to a scowl if there are others nearby. If it’s just the two of you, however, he lowers his guard and treats you gently.

Ishmael - Salty Chocolate

Prior to joining LCB, Ishmael didn’t really partake in any holiday events, focusing more on her work. She was surprised that you gave her chocolate for Valentine’s Day, and would jokingly complain about how the trouble she would go through to get something for you.

This woman definitely has no experience with making anything sweet. She’ll probably look up a simple recipe to make for you, get upset when it didn’t come out right, and drain most of her funds to get it right. The end result is a sea salt chocolate that tastes a bit too salty. If you bring it up, she’ll definitely punch you (playfully).

Rodion - Junk-food and Movies

If you give her sweets, you’re her immediate favorite person… and victim. She’ll tease you about your apparent crush for her, pretending to act all heartbroken whenever she doesn’t get her way and all that jazz. You made her feel special today, and that’s something she wont forget anytime soon.

Rodion never really had the luxury of buying good chocolate, let alone make it. Instead of embarrassing herself failing to make chocolate, she’ll buy a load of junk food and sweets, some low-budget rom-coms, and invite you over for a good time.

Dante - A Simple Chocolate

Despite lacking a mouth to taste and a nose to smell, they would appreciate the gesture nonetheless. Dante didn’t really expect anyone to give them chocolate, they honestly don’t know how to react. They’ll probably give you an awkward handshake before converging it into an even more awkward hug, but they mean best.

Dante would definitely ask the other sinners for advice, with mix results. “Just follow your heart!”. “C.R.U.S.H.”. “If you can’t cook, just buy some from the store”. Not wanting to disappoint you (also not wanting to invite chaos into the kitchen), Dante would make some simple chocolate in the shape of a crude heart. They would be nervous handing it to you, not telling if you will like it or not, but would be egged on by most of the other sinners. They’re just hoping that they made something good.

Sinclair - Broken Chocolate Heart

He’d probably received a few secret admirers during his school days, but he’d probably still be bashful about getting one. It’ll remind him of the normal times before the storm. You would have to snap him out of his downward spiral; doing so will give you an apologetic Sinclair worrying about crashing the mood. He would give you a quick hug before running off.

Sinclair would like to make something special for you, and would probably look online for anything simple yet “cool”. He would take a look at one of those broken heart chocolates and try to recreate them. Key word: Try. The chocolate appears to hold for a few minutes out of the freezer, but as soon as he gives it to you, it starts to melt. He’ll look downtrodden and disappointed about his hard work not coming out. It’s the thought that count’s right? Plus, it’s still chocolate.

Outis - Obligatory Chocolate, Bread, and some Drinks

She does NOT know how to handle the situation. She’d take the chocolate, thank you professionally, before awkwardly putting it away before reprimanding you on wasting your time on such trivial things. When she think no one is looking, Outis would sneakily eat some. Rodion always knows, and plans to tease her about this later.

Depending on your relationship with her, she’d either returns the favor with some nicely made chocolate, or gift you some store-bought chocolate. She would have trouble expressing her feelings in a way that doesn’t sound militaristic and ingenious. If you’re not busy after, Outis will try to invite you to go out for a little drink, which is totally not a date.

Gregor - Chocolates Made with You!

He honestly never would’ve thought anyone would cared to give him some chocolate. He wouldn’t know what to do with himself, and couldn’t help himself but smile at your expression of affection. Unfortunately, his thoughts would eventually start to spiral downwards, thinking about how this could be an elaborate joke at his expense, how this wouldn’t last long due to his arm, but he’s most worried about hurting you with his arm. You would have to constantly reassure him that your feelings are real, and that you trust him. He’s hesitant, but eventually relaxes unto you. What can I say? The man severely lacks affirmative affection.

Gregor would definitely try to make some chocolate for you, but knowing his “unique appendage”, he would shyly ask you to help make some valentine’s chocolate and try to make it like a cute couple’s thing. He would be the happiest person in the whole world during that time, albeit awkward since he never got to experience Valentine’s Day that much.

[hapuchika]

The Captive - Machiavellian Part 4

A/N: Hey y'all, i gave you another chapter cause I love you and also it's valentines so.. enjoy?

Warnings: none really? a little angst? being a captive? idk fam

Series Masterlist

Main Masterlist

X--X--X--X--X

There was an awkward silence after your statement.

“That’s- that’s not what I meant.” Wanda stuttered.

You gave her a sad smile. “I know, darling. But could either of you be in a relationship with the world’s greatest criminal mastermind?” You asked, false bravado overshadowing the vulnerability you felt.

Natasha huffs behind you, rolling her eyes. Wanda cracks a smile at your question. Her answer, however, catches you off guard.

“I would love to be in a relationship with you, " she says softly.

You stare at her in surprise. A soft kiss on your shoulder shifts your attention to the spy beside you.

“Me too, detka.”

You stare at the both of them, a small hopeful smile and shrug. “I think I’ll put up with the two of you for now.”

The hand that was caressing your thigh tightened significantly, causing you to squeak out a ‘just kidding’.

The three of you stayed there, content, chatting about the little things.

Wanda sat up suddenly. “Oh, I just remembered.”

You frowned in question.

Wanda glared at you and quickly leaned into your space. You didn’t even have a moment to react before she bit your shoulder, hard.

When she stopped and started nuzzling into you, you stared at her and the offending mark.

“Mind explaining that to me?” You demanded.

Wanda looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “It was for the fireman pole.”

Your eyes widened. “THAT WASN’T EVEN MY PLAN!” You screeched.

Your gaze snapped to the ceiling. “AE, EXPLAIN.”

“Uhhh, nope. This is on you. I asked you about the fireman prank and you said ‘that would be funny as fuck. I know that Wanda would definitely fall for it. She may be powerful, but she isn’t exactly the sharpest’. So I did it. You were right; she fell for it, and it was funny.”

You could feel the blood drain from your face. In order to not be murdered by your brand-new girlfriend, you held her hand and pleaded.

“Wanda, my darling. That- that isn’t what I meant. Ae is lying. I would ne-“

Your TV turned on, the video of you in the kitchen cooking saying “That would be funny as fuck. I know that Wanda would def-“

The video was interrupted by the dagger that you had just embedded into the TV..

You were practically hyperventilating. You made the mistake of glancing at a fuming witch, her face tilted and eyes glowing red.

You raised your hands placatingly, as if to explain, but were cut short when a pillow slammed you in the face, effectively knocking you out cold.

X—X—X—X—X

You groaned, your hand reaching for your face when you found yourself unable to move. Your eyes shoot open as you find yourself bound by Wanda’s magic in the backseat of a car. You really regretted not making the magic repelling device subdermal. It’s just that the thought of anything being under your skin got- well- It got under your skin.

“Wanda…” You called out gently.

“Do you hear something, Tash? I sure don’t. I guess I’m just too dumb to hear something.”

Other than the brief look of pity you receive from the rear view mirror, Natasha gives no acknowledgement regarding the conversation.

“Wanda, darling, I am s-“ “We’re here.” She interrupts.

You don’t say another word. Like an obedient puppy, you follow them, ignore the look of surprise from the other Avengers, and enter the cell.

Your mind is working overtime, trying to figure out how to make it up to Wanda.

You’re brought back to the present when you hear two footsteps walk in. You sigh, still bone-tired from your time spent with the two women.

You glance at Tony Stark in the background and finally lay your eyes on the man in front of you on the other side of the glass. Nick Fury.

“It's good to see you again, y/n. We have to stop meeting like this, " the director says.

“What can I say? I missed you, Nicky.” You quip.

Fury’s good eye twitches for a moment before he continues, “Well, that’s a good thing because you’re staying here for a good long while. Unlike your short time at the Raft.”

You shrug. “Don’t make cells so easy to get out of, then.”

Fury let out a huff. “I wouldn’t call ‘dismantling your prison door, manipulating seven guards into killing each other, and stealing a helicopter to get away’ easy.”

You gave a humourless smile. “Maybe not for someone like you.”

Your smile faded when you remembered how similar words got you in trouble with one of the few people you like on this planet.

“Well, that’s not happening again,” Tony stated confidently.

You look at him, smirking. “How about a bet, then, Tin Man?”

He raises an eyebrow. “I’m listening.”

“If I break out of this cell within the next 72 hours, then you have to publicly say, ‘Uwu, I am Towy Stank, and Y/n is smader dan widdle ol’ me.’”

Tony’s jaw clenches so hard one could hear the bone creak, while Fury looked far too entertained.

“And if you lose?” He grits out.

You give him a smug smile. “Then I will show you how to make an Iozium/ Uru alloy for your new pet project.”

Tony glares at you, eyes burning with fury but also a certain badly hidden desperation.

He nods in agreement.

“Use your big boy words, Tiny”, you tease.

Tony looks at you with distaste. “I… Agree.”

“Good,” you said. “Now, both of you get out of here for the next three days while I plot my escape. No interruptions, or else I’ll consider this challenge void.”

Tony stomped out of the room, leaving you and Fury looking at him in amusement.

“There’s no point in me asking you what his ‘pet project’ is, is there?”

You shrugged innocently.

Sighing, he brought out his phone, pressing it against the glass door. It clearly showed the money had been transferred.

You grinned at the sight as he turned around to walk away.

“You better keep your end of the bargain, Y/l/n”, he said.

“The list was already sent to you; check your email”, you called out.

He did and inclined his head, “Pleasure doing business, y/l/n”

You gave no reply as he walked out, leaving you alone to ponder on how to make it up to a certain witch.

X—X—X—X—X

It was late at night, and Wanda and Natasha were in the common room.

Wanda was watching one of her new favourite tv shows “Dick and Dyke”, a gay comedic spinoff of the classic Dick Van Dyke.

Natasha was reading the communist manifesto, her legs comfortably resting on Wanda’s thighs.

Since the two were now in a relationship, they didn’t need to hold back their mutual craving for physical touch.

Natasha looked up from her book. Wanda didn’t have the slight smile she usually did when watching. Instead, her face looked sad, almost regretful.

“You okay, detka?” Nat asked gently, interlacing her hand with Wanda’s.

Wanda doesn’t look at her. “Do you think I went too far with y/n? I mean, they’re locked up in that Loki cell because of me.” She said dejectedly.

“That’s not entirely true, sweetie.” A familiar voice said behind them.

The two women shoot up, looking at you in surprise, standing at the entrance of the common room.

“Detka…��� Nat started, “How did you escape?”

You snorted. “To escape, one has to be trapped in the first place. That little glass cylinder is as complicated to escape from as a pane of wet tissue.”

“Still took you 4 hours,” Nat muttered.

You looked at her, a soft smile taking place. “Drağa, I could have left anytime. It took me four hours to figure out how to apologise to our witchy here.”

Wanda gave you a hopeful look. “Apologise?”

You nodded genuinely.

“I wanted to apologise for what I said. Not because I was caught, but because that’s not true in the slightest. In all honesty, you two are the only ones who can actually keep up with me and still surprise me.”

Natasha grumbles, “you suck at apologies”

You raised your hands in surrender. “What I mean is,” you corrected, “I was wrong. And I am sorry.”

You look down, unable to meet Wanda’s gaze.

You nearly jump out of your skin when you feel her index finger on your chin, raising your head.

Her smile gave you hope. Your heart started beating erratically as she leaned in closer and finally kissed you.

Once she pulls back, she frowns at your sheepish face.

“Okay, so I need a favour”, you ask hesitantly.

Nat raises an amused eyebrow as she walks up to the two of you.

You clear your throat, face burning in embarrassment as you asked, “So our adventures last night and earlier today have left me- um- sore and tired, to say the least, and I was wondering if the two of you could help me back to my cell?”

Wanda giggled as Nat smirked, grabbing your waist and hoisting you over her shoulder fireman style.

She turns around to Wanda, who isn’t even trying to hold in her laughter at the sight of you covering your face in embarrassment.

“Lead the way, Witchy”

X--X--X--X--X

Once again, pls lemme know your thoughts and where you think the series will go next?

I fucking love your comments.

[kookies2000]

MY TOP TEN THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS SHIPS!!!! 🎪

I was gonna do this on Valentine's, but let's just say Valentine's Day is also my two little sisters' birthday. So, I thought today would still be ok to post my top TADC ships. And why I ship them.

#10 Gloink Queen x The Fudge 🍬 🍫

LOOK!!!!!! I just like the idea, ok. I shipped these two the moment I saw the image of The Fudge and just went “What if Caine plays with his AIs like they were dolls. And he makes these two kiss for fun?” I'm just saying! Two giants in love is everything to me!

#9 Mean Jokes, Kaufmo x Jax 🤡 🐰

This one grew on me thanks to my buddy Gen Toon who also ships them. I really like the idea of Kaufmo possibly telling really dark jokes that Jax would love. Also, because he was supposed to be a character in the show that was similar to Ragatha so hey, opposite attract. My favorite dynamic! Also! Jax trusted Kaufmo with his bowling ball. You don't just trust anyone with your bowling ball!

#8 Pomni x Gangle 🎭🃏

Girl failure x girl failure equals soft girlfriends crying to each other. Two girls being soft and emotional with each other is just very cute in my head. And I love it! And Episode 4 definitely fed me what I wanted. I just like this ship.

#7 Ragatha x Gangle 🎭🎀

My original first tadc ship! It started with the idea of Gangle being a bow in Ragatha's hair if Ragatha ever lost her bow. Or tie around her waist when trying on new dresses. Like a corset. Gotta help your girlfriend look nice! That and just like with Pomni x Gangle, two soft girls crying to each other when the world gets too hard.

#6 Funny Gummy, Pomni x Gummygoo 🐊 🃏

Come on, who doesn't ship this. It's such angst and sweet potential. I enjoy the ship a lot because Gummygoo and Pomni have a lot of chemistry together. They were able to be open with each other in just a few moments in a way that feels natural. And I love it!

#5 Funny Bunny 🐰 🃏

So to the top 5. My favorite ships of the show. Funny Bunny is just funny. I like their dynamic in the latest advertisement in Japan. It's so cute and fun to see them bicker like an old married couple. It's basically my favorite trope, opposite attract. Jerk trying his best to make others suffer x anxious girl trying her best to help others. You gotta love it.

#4 Checkmate ♟️

I will only say a few words because I cry over this ship. My heart broke for this old married couple that deserve all the happiness the world has to offer. They would've made great parents to the entire circus gang. Soft dad x tough mother!!!!!

#3 Showtime 🎪 🃏

Started like most Showtimers. I felt uncomfortable with the ship at first until I saw a super cute comic with the two. About Caine and Pomni going out for a walk and Pomni tells Caine about what humans are like. She gets cold and Caine hands her his coat. The comic did give me a new view on the relationship. A version where Pomnu tells Caine everything about humans and what they like. And Caine doing everything in his power to make it come true to make her and the other humans happy. He'll make mistakes here and there because he is just an Ai, and Pomni would get frustrated but correct him. It's such a cute concept and has a lot of potential for comedy as well. Where Caine can misunderstand human sayings and make them literal and Pomni is just pulling at her hat trying to make him understand. Along with angst potential. Imagine Pomni choosing between leaving for the real world and staying with Caine after he worked so hard to make her and the others happy. It has great story potential! And I love it!!!! And again, opposites attract. Caine being the overly happy and naive man while Pomni is a realist and more serious.

#2 Abstragedy 🔺️🎭

I shipped this since episode 1. It has great potential! Soft girl x tough gender fluid soul. I also believe we should have more representation in romantic stories involving non binary and gender fluid people. Especially in media where kids are around. The Owl House did a great job putting in a non binary character in a romantic relationship with a woman. Something my little sisters understood on the spot. So having a gender fluid person x a woman is also a great opportunity to introduce a new couple to my sisters. I know it won't be canon but it be great to see people/kids ship them. I also love their dynamic since episode 1. Where Gangle was the only one worried for Zooble after she got kidnapped. Episode 3, just the way Zooble says “Gangle is too shy” to Caine is so tender. And the same in episode 4 where their relationship is just that, tender. So damn tender that it melts your hearts!!!! And again, I love opposites attract! Zooble is tough, outspoken, and not afraid to speak her mind while Gangle is very timid, sensitive and keeps to herself. Their relationships with Jax also reveals just that. Gangle lets herself get pushed around by Jax while Zooble doesn't hesitate to choke Jax on the spot for using her hand as a back scratcher. Love the dynamic!!!

#1 BunnyDoll 🎀🐰

So let it be known that I have a super personal attraction to this ship. It's the ship my little sister ships the most. She is a romantic and ships everything that moves but admires Bunny Doll the most. And the most I'll say is she's been in and out of the doctor's office/hospital for heart problems that can go south easily. So my connection with this ship can't ever be broken. And will always be #1 to me.

Along with this personal connection, I do have other reasons as well. Since the teaser clips with Jax tripping Ragatha, I knew I would ship them. The clear opposites attract dynamic here. Jax is a jerk, and Ragatha is a sweetheart. And love the scowl Ragatha gives to Jax in that teaser while Jax just smiles. The clear indication that these two are gonna have a lot of old married couple bickering. Episode 1 comes, and something that makes me laugh is how both Jax and Ragatha didn't care about Zooble being kidnapped. Jax just asks if they want to do something else, and Ragatha goes along with Jax on the idea. Love that because Ragatha is not the pure of heart she tries to be, and I'm sure in another universe, Jax loves that about her. Just trying to be a nice person, but he knows she isn't and wants to see that meaner side to her. Something to notice is how Ragatha and Jax seem to be the two leaders of the gang. Jax tells everyone what to do in episode 1. And Ragatha basically backs him up in his plan. Trying to be the emotional support for everyone. Guiding Pomni into the digital world mentally and emotionally.

Episode 2, same thing. They bicker around like an old married couple. Ragatha is trying to keep Pomni safe, and Jax just throws Pomni out of the truck. Gives off the vibe of the mother trying to teach her child to swim in a gentle way while the dad just drop kicks the kid in the deep end and yells “SWIM!!!!” And this is where I adore their relationship more where Ragatha seems worried for Pomni while Jax tries to knock sense into her that they are littery in a ditch of boiling chocolate and they should worry about themselves. A dynamic I love. Ragatha tries to be kind to others, and Jax is pulling her into thinking about herself for once.

Episode 3, it was all talking about husbands and wives. And the one scene where Ragatha gives Jax the look after Martha says they know how men are. It just gave off the vibe of wives talking about the stupid stuff their husband's do. Love it!

Episode 4 is where we get more as well. Ragatha hates Jax but doesn't want him to hate her, and Jax clearly lets that get to him. He most likely knows Ragatha isn't genuine in her kindness. And I like that. Angst potential.

In another universe, I would love to see Jax trying to poke more of her meanness out of her. Or trying to make her think for herself for once. This is my favorite type of opposites attract. One thinks for himself, builds walls, mean as a way to cope and never lets anyone step on him. But he needs to learn to be more vulnerable with others. The other is kind, very vulnerable, positive, but needs to learn how to be assertive and think for her own well being. One side has what the other needs. And if written well, can become a super healthy and romantic story.

♥️🧡💛💚💙💜♥️🧡💛💚💙💜♥️🧡💛💚💙💜

All in all, this is my top 10! I ship everything and anyone! It's very rare for me to not ship something. Hope you guys enjoyed my rambling!!! 💜💜💜💜💜

[sturnswrites]

night to remember - pt.2

Matt’s POV

Matt hadn't slept.

He'd tried—God, had he tried—but every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was you. The way you had looked at him before kissing him, like you were caught somewhere between a decision and a mistake. The way your lips had felt against his, warm and tentative, before he'd lost himself in it, pulling you closer because he couldn't do anything else.

And then the way you pulled away.

He groaned, running a hand down his face as he leaned against the window of his apartment, staring out at the dark city below. He should’ve known better. Should’ve let you go without taking that damn kiss.

Now, everything was uncertain.

The sharp vibration of his phone cut through the silence, flashing a familiar name across the screen—Chris.

Matt considered ignoring it. But Chris was one of the few people who knew him well enough to see through his bullshit, and Matt knew the second he picked up, there’d be no getting around what was on his mind.

Sighing, he answered. "Yeah?"

"You sound like shit." Chris’s voice was laced with amusement, but Matt wasn’t in the mood.

"Thanks," he muttered.

"Let me guess," Chris continued. "This has something to do with her?"

Matt clenched his jaw, saying nothing.

Chris sighed. "You kissed her, didn’t you?"

Matt exhaled sharply through his nose. "She kissed me first."

Chris laughed. "And let me guess—you definitely kissed her back."

Matt let his silence speak for itself.

"Jesus," Chris muttered. "Took you long enough."

Matt closed his eyes. He could already feel the headache forming. "Chris—"

"I mean it, man. You’ve been wrapped up in her since high school. Don’t think I didn’t notice. The way you looked at her, the way you’d follow her around at school like a damn guard dog—"

Matt gritted his teeth. "I wasn’t—"

"You were," Chris cut him off. "You always have been. And now, what? You’re just gonna pretend like nothing happened?"

Matt let out a bitter laugh. "You think it’s that simple? I work with her, Chris. Every day. If I fuck this up, I don’t just lose her—I lose her entirely. She won’t even want to be around me. I’d rather have her in my life as a coworker, as a friend, than not have her at all."

Chris was quiet for a long moment. Then, softer this time, he said, "But is that enough for you?"

Matt swallowed, his throat tightening.

He didn’t know.

No, that wasn’t true.

He did know.

It had never been enough. Not in high school, not now.

But losing you completely? That was worse than anything.

"Look," Chris said. "I know you’re afraid of pushing her away. But maybe—just maybe—she’s not running. Maybe she’s just as scared as you are."

Matt let the words settle in his chest, heavy and suffocating.

Scared.

Yeah. That, he understood.

Because he was fucking terrified.

Y/N POV

You hadn’t been able to focus on anything since the moment you walked into your apartment after that kiss.

You had kissed Matt. Your boss.

And he had definitely kissed you back.

Your mind was a mess, flipping between the present and the past, between the memory of his lips on yours and the years of history between you.

This was Matt. Your Matt. The boy who had made you feel safe when the world felt too big, the one who had always been steady even when you felt like you were falling apart.

And now? Now he was your boss. The man you worked with every single day. The man you had spent years convincing yourself was just a friend—and failing miserably.

You groaned, flopping back against your couch.

This was a disaster.

You would have to see him Monday morning. Walk into his office, act like nothing had happened, pretend you hadn’t spent all night replaying that kiss over and over in your mind.

You should have been worried about how this would affect work. But the truth was… that wasn’t what terrified you the most.

What scared you was the part of you that didn’t want to pretend.

Because you remembered how you felt back in high school, sneaking kisses between bookshelves and stolen glances in class. You remembered the way he had always pulled you closer, always watched you like you were the only thing in the room that mattered.

And last night? He had looked at you the same way.

You exhaled shakily.

You needed to talk to him.

Before you could talk yourself out of it, you grabbed your phone, opening your uber app. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard for only a second before typing in the address you knew by heart.

Matt’s apartment.

Matt’s POV

The knock on his door startled him.

Matt had spent the last two hours pacing his apartment, trying—and failing—to keep himself from drowning in his own thoughts.

No one ever knocked this late.

His heart was already pounding when he pulled open the door.

And there you were.

You looked up at him, wide-eyed and uncertain, your arms wrapped around yourself like you weren't sure if you wanted to run or step inside.

Matt swallowed hard. "You shouldn’t be here." His voice was gruff, but he didn’t move to close the door.

"I know," you said softly. "But I didn’t know where else to go."

Fuck.

Matt’s fingers twitched at his sides. He wanted to pull you inside, to pull you closer, to erase the hesitation in your voice and replace it with something certain, something his.

Instead, he forced himself to grip the edge of the doorframe, his only anchor. "If you came here to tell me that what happened was a mistake—"

"It wasn’t," you interrupted, voice barely above a whisper.

Matt froze.

You exhaled, staring down at the floor before lifting her gaze back to his. "But I don’t know what to do with it, Matt."

Neither did he.

For the first time in years, Matt didn’t have a plan. Didn’t have a way to protect himself, or her, from the inevitable fallout of whatever this was between them.

But fuck, he wanted to try.

Slowly, Matt stepped aside, his chest tight with anticipation. "Come in."

You hesitated for only a second before stepping over the threshold.

And as he shut the door behind you, he knew—whatever happened next, there was no turning back now.

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[kaissatou]

thinking about yandere!choso (18+)

he’s still relatively new to human life and adapting to the world (he’s trying his best) so really, he doesn’t know that what he is doing is necessarily wrong; all he knows is that he really likes you!

you brushed it off and just a small crush at first. his lingering stares and observant gaze, watching you like a hawk- it was actually pretty cute, and you never took a second thought over his wordless advances. and then he became..less subtle. yuji had expressed to him that if he wanted to know the way to your heart and embrace himself within it, he had to make you feel loved.

his gestures started off small, at first. a measly declaration of love, a single red rose on your doorstep. it was already wilted by the time you saw it, dirt residue lingering on your doorstep, but the thought was there, really. when you accepted the rose into your home, he was ecstatic to see you were accepting him. he took it as you reciprocating his advances, even if you didn’t know it was him yet.

so he became less subtle in his ways. a hand crafted love note. it was a little weird, but sweet. his handwriting was messy and jumbled, but his words were clear (minus the couple of spelling mistakes.) soon enough, the letter was residing in your bedroom drawer.

choso was confused when you came to him, gushing about your mystery admirer. he thought that he had made it so obvious it was him! who else would leave a purple box of expensive chocolates on your desk? you really had to know purple was his favourite colour, right?

yuji wasn’t startled when choso came to him in a frenzy. all he knew was that his brother had good intentions! so yuji suggested that he had to be really obvious. if you liked him back, then there would be no problem! choso took this a different way then to what yuji had really meant. not a romantic date or such, but he thought he had to fully submerge himself into your life. you would love it, because he just knew that you liked him back!

so imagine how startled you were when you got home after a particularly exhausting mission, just to see a bag that you knew definitely wasn’t yours sitting beside your coat rack, a new pair of shoes that were too big to ever be considered yours, and belongings scattered everywhere of interests that weren’t your own! the house was quiet so whoever had done this must have left already, you assumed.

what you didn’t expect to see, was a sleepy choso, sprawled out beneath your cozy covers, a cloth of flimsy material held close to his face, drowning himself in your scent, submerging himself fully in you and your space.

everything was a mess- your draws pulled out, panty drawer rummaged through and ruined. a few pairs were stranded all over the floor, a few on the foot of your bed. one in choso’s delicate hand. scrunched up tightly in his grip like a vice.

choso didn’t just want your innocent love, but he wanted you primally, too. his love was infectious, overwhelming, showcased within the wet spot on your soiled panties, and the goeey wetness dripping down his hand.

choso hadn’t been in an innocent slumber in your bed for long. no, before your arrival he had fucked his fist ravenously with your panties, moaning and whining such pretty primal sounds and confessions of his love, confessions that rooted so deep within his heart and body, like the blood in his veins and the beating of his heart. from the first ever day he met you, he knew his heart only beated for one reason- you. so he knew that meant that you were his soulmate, the only one for him- so he had to be the only one for you, too!

[starlightshadowsworld]

Concept: While at Camp Halfblood, Jason would volunteer to help out in the infirmary.

Even without his memories Jason wasn’t exactly used to just standing around doing nothing.

Camp activities were fun but he felt the need to be more purposeful with his time. Training was always an option but didn’t feel right doing it alone.

But no one else would go near him so Jason didn’t dare ask.

While mulling it over he noticed someone miss a step on the lava wall and begin to fall.

He raced over but he was too far so though he managed to catch them they did end up getting hurt on the way down.

Immediately Jason asked for for directions to the infirmary. It was as busy as ever. were many campers inside with varying degrees of injury. But there weren’t nearly as many medics.

In fact they seemed pretty overwhelmed and so without thinking Jason inspected the campers injuries.

Luckily it didn’t seem like they had a concussion but just a few scrapes.

Jason managed to find some bandages and perhaps it was the urgency of the situation that had the camper allow him to help.

He had found a space a ways away from the others and began to bandage their wounds. It wasn’t clinical precision but it was good enough.

When Jason was done he noticed that one of the medics had walked over and was watching him. The kid seemed around his age, maybe a bit younger.

But as a medic he clearly had authority over this place and Jason was painfully aware he may have misreport. So he immediately started apologising for intruding.

“Hey, don’t worry about it” said the medic boy with an easy going smile. It put Jason at ease a little, knowing he wasn’t in trouble. He stepped aside and let him examine the camper.

“Well, you’ve done a pretty good job” the medic said and the camper was allowed to leave. Though not before they thanked Jason who said it was no trouble.

“I’ll be honest, for a second I thought you were one of my siblings but your Thalia’s brother aren’t you?” Jason nodded “Jason Grace, son of Zeus” he introduced though clearly the other knew who he was.

Looking at him, Jason could see why that mistake could’ve been made. With the blonde hair and blue eyes, they could’ve passed for siblings more than his actual sister and he did.

“Will Solace, son of Apollo” said Will, he looked at Jason curiously. “You have a lot of experience with first aid?” Jason shrugged “A little, I’d get pretty banged up playing sports. I figured I should learn to patch myself up.”

Not to mention all the fights he’d get into with bullies but that didn’t seem appropriate to bring up on a first meeting.

Will nodded “well you seem pretty good at it. And well, we could use some extra hands if you’re up for it.”

Jason was surprised, he hadn’t exactly been well relieved by the camp and now Will was offering him something he could do. To help, to be useful like Jason had wanted.

He accepted.

From then Jason became a rather familiar face at the infirmary. He used what information he knew and was a fast learner. Not many people wanted to be treated by him but it was either that or stay injured.

Regardless of how people may feel, Jason was always kind. He did whatever he was told and stayed back to help clean up and assist the other Apollo kids.

Will seemed to accept him and as time went on so did the rest. It was hard not too really and Jason even managed to force them all take regular breaks.

He also may have punched someone for getting too hostile and threatening to give them a matching black eye.

Which definitely helped.

[spaced-out-muses]

Wuh oh—