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solxamber · 17 days ago

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I feel like this is something my Yuu would sing in the Mostro Lounge

Jealous!Yuu with Azul, Trey and Rook plss(seperate and romantic)

the song is so good omg, I've had it in my head since I saw this req. I've also reinterpretated the req a little bit, hope that's okay!

thank you for waiting so long <3

(also reader is pretty assertive in this)

Azul, Trey, Rook x Jealous! Reader

Azul Ashengrotto

The Mostro Lounge was buzzing, as always. Azul, in full business mode, was the perfect mix of charm and professionalism, pulling strings and striking deals with that silver tongue of his. It wasn’t hard to see why people were practically falling for him left and right.

And you? Oh, you were fuming.

It started with that one overly enthusiastic customer, leaning across the counter, giggling at everything Azul said. Then, a group of students practically lined up to thank him for his "kindness" (which you knew was probably tied to some convoluted contract). The final straw? Some guy who straight-up asked Azul if he wanted to "grab coffee sometime," while twirling his hair like he was in a cheesy romance movie.

You slammed down your empty drink and stood up so fast the chair screeched. Enough was enough.

The moment Azul stepped away from the crowd to retreat to his office, you were on him.

"Azul."

He froze, hand on the doorknob, and turned to face you. "Ah, is there something I can—"

You grabbed his tie and tugged, not too hard, but enough to shut him up and pull him closer. His glasses slipped down his nose as his eyes widened in surprise.

"Listen here, Azul," you started, voice low and firm. "I’ve been watching people fawn over you all night, and frankly, I’m this close to losing my mind."

"I-I beg your pardon?" he stammered, his usual eloquence completely deserting him.

"You know exactly what I mean," you huffed, glaring up at him. "You walk around, flashing that business smile, charming everyone without even trying, and it drives me crazy. When are you going to stop playing hard to get and make me yours already?"

Azul’s face turned a shade you didn’t even think was possible. "W-What?! I… I don’t—"

"You know I belong in your arms," you continued, taking a step closer, making him back up against the wall. "So what’s the holdup, huh? Or do you like torturing me by letting me watch all these people drool over you?"

Azul opened and closed his mouth a few times, utterly speechless. His glasses were fogging up slightly, and his hands hovered awkwardly at his sides as if he didn’t know where to put them.

"You’re jealous?" he finally managed to croak out, voice barely above a whisper.

"Beyond jealous," you admitted shamelessly. "And I’m done hiding it."

Azul’s blush deepened, and he cleared his throat, trying to regain some composure. "I… I had no idea you felt this way."

"Well, now you do." You leaned in slightly, smirking at how flustered he looked. "So? What’s it gonna be, Azul? Are you gonna make me yours, or do I have to endure another night of watching people throw themselves at you?"

He straightened his glasses, avoiding your gaze, but the small, shy smile that crept onto his lips gave him away. "I… would be honored to make you mine," he said softly, then added, "And for the record, I don’t care about anyone else throwing themselves at me. I only care about you."

The sincerity in his voice made your heart skip a beat, and you couldn’t help but grin. "Took you long enough to admit it," you teased, finally letting go of his tie.

Azul chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "I… suppose I have a lot to learn about expressing myself."

"Don’t worry," you said, grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers. "I’ll teach you."

And judging by the way his blush deepened, he didn’t mind the idea one bit.

Trey Clover

The scene in the Heartslabyul kitchen was one you’d seen countless times before. Trey, sleeves rolled up, apron tied snugly around his waist, calmly mixing batter in a bowl as the scent of freshly baked pastries filled the air. He always looked so perfectly in his element here, like nothing could ever faze him.

Unfortunately, your patience had absolutely been fazed.

"Did you see that? Trey is so cool and kind!"

"I’m thinking of confessing to him this weekend—do you think he likes roses or sweets more?"

The voices of swooning freshmen played on a loop in your mind, fueling the fire in your chest. Everywhere you went, someone was singing Trey’s praises. It didn’t help that he was everything they said and more—charming, steady, warm. He was the complete opposite of Riddle’s strictness, and freshmen flocked to him for it.

But they didn’t get to adore him like that. Not if you had anything to say about it.

you stormed into the kitchen, your footsteps firm and purposeful. Trey, ever composed, glanced up from his work and greeted you with a soft smile.

"What a surprise. I was just about to put these in the oven. Want to—"

"Cut the sweet talk, Clover," you interrupted, marching straight up to him and slamming your hands on the counter. His smile faltered slightly, though the amusement in his eyes betrayed him.

"Something on your mind?" he asked, setting the bowl aside and leaning casually against the counter, as if your obvious fury didn’t rattle him in the slightest.

"Yeah, something’s on my mind," you snapped. "I can’t take it anymore, Trey."

His brow arched slightly, the corners of his mouth twitching upward. "Can’t take what, exactly?"

You stepped closer, effectively pinning him against the counter. Your tone softened, but your words carried the weight of everything you’d been holding back. "I can’t take watching people fall all over you. Every day, it’s the same thing—'Trey this,' 'Trey that,' 'Trey-senpai is so perfect.' And now I hear someone’s planning to confess to you this weekend?"

Trey tilted his head, the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. "You seem awfully worked up about this."

"Of course I’m worked up! I—" You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. "I can’t stand the thought of anyone else having you, Trey. You know I belong in your arms, so when are you going to stop torturing me and make me yours?"

For the first time, you saw Trey genuinely falter. His eyes widened slightly, and a faint blush dusted his cheeks. But just as quickly, he regained his composure, his smile softening into something warmer, more genuine.

"So, you’re jealous," he said, his voice laced with amusement.

"Obviously," you muttered, crossing your arms. "And if you knew all along, you’re even more infuriating than I thought."

Trey chuckled, reaching up to adjust his glasses. "I had a feeling, but I didn’t want to rush you. I was waiting for you to say it yourself."

"Well, I’ve said it now. What are you going to do about it?"

His smile turned fond as he reached out, gently brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. "I guess I should finally put you out of your misery, huh?"

Before you could respond, he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "You’ve been mine all along, you know," he murmured, his voice low and warm.

Your breath hitched, and you felt the heat rising to your cheeks. "You… could’ve told me sooner," you mumbled, looking away.

"Where’s the fun in that?" he teased, though the sincerity in his tone betrayed how much he meant it. "Besides, it was worth the wait to hear you say it so passionately."

"Ugh, you’re a villain," you muttered, though you couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips.

Trey chuckled, pulling you into a gentle hug. "Villain or not, you’re stuck with me now."

And honestly? You wouldn’t have it any other way.

Rook Hunt

Rook Hunt was everything you could want—and everything you couldn’t have. At least, that’s what it felt like.

His poetic words and boundless charm had drawn you in long ago, and you were certain they’d ensnared countless others just as easily. He was magnetic, otherworldly, impossible to ignore. And the way he spoke to people—praised them—was just… who he was. You understood that. You accepted it. But it didn’t stop the burning jealousy from clawing at your chest every time someone looked at him like he hung the moon.

Like today.

“I think Rook might be interested in me,” someone had whispered. “He said my laughter was like a melody carried on the wind!”

You’d laughed it off at the time, acting unaffected as you walked away, but the words echoed in your mind, leaving you restless and frustrated. Of course, Rook hadn’t meant it like that. You knew better than anyone how whimsical and effusive he could be. But it didn’t matter. Every glance he cast, every flowery compliment he offered, made you feel like your claim on him—if you even had one—was slipping through your fingers.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

By the time you found him in the courtyard, you were trembling—not from anger, but from the weight of everything you’d been holding back. Rook stood by a tree, gazing up at the branches with a soft smile, the winter sun casting a halo around his golden hair. When he noticed you approaching, his face lit up, and he greeted you in his usual fashion.

“Ah, mon trésor! How radiant you are today! To see you is to feel the sun’s warmth, even in the cold of—”

“Rook,” you interrupted, your voice tighter than you intended.

His smile faltered, replaced by an expression of mild concern. “Is something wrong, my dear?”

You stopped just a step away from him, your hands curling into fists at your sides. “No, not wrong. Just…” You hesitated, swallowing hard. “I need to say this before I lose my nerve.”

Rook tilted his head, curiosity flickering in his eyes, and the sight of him—so open, so beautiful—made your heart ache.

“I know how you are,” you began, your voice shaking. “I know you love to compliment people, and that’s… fine. It’s part of who you are. But…” You looked away, embarrassed by the heat rising to your face. “I hate the way they look at you. The way they think they might have a chance with you.”

“Mon ange…” Rook murmured, his voice softening.

“I’m not asking you to stop,” you said quickly, meeting his gaze again. “I could never ask you to change that. But I… I want them to know. I want everyone to know that you’re mine.”

There it was. The truth, laid bare between you. Your heart pounded as silence stretched, and for the first time, you saw Rook genuinely stunned. His eyes widened, his lips parting as if to speak, but no words came.

Then, slowly, a smile broke across his face—wide and radiant and filled with something you couldn’t quite name.

“Ah, mon amour,” he breathed, his voice trembling with emotion. “You are magnificent.”

Before you could respond, Rook closed the distance between you, his hands gently cupping your face as he gazed at you with a reverence that stole your breath.

“Do you know how long I have waited to hear those words?” he whispered. “How I have longed for this moment?”

Your breath caught, your eyes searching his. “You… you waited?”

“Of course,” he said, his smile softening. “How could I not? You are the one who holds my heart, mon trésor. I could not give it to anyone else, no matter how many compliments I offer.”

The relief that washed over you was overwhelming, and you laughed—soft and shaky, but genuine. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

Rook chuckled, his thumbs brushing gently against your cheeks. “And you are extraordinary. Shall we make it official, then? Let the world know that we are one?”

Your heart swelled, and you nodded, a smile breaking across your face. “Yeah. Let’s.”

Rook beamed, his joy so infectious you couldn’t help but laugh again. And as he pulled you into his arms, spinning you around with the kind of exuberance only he could muster, you knew you’d never have to wonder if you belonged in his heart. You were already there.

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cryinggirlnamedhelen · 10 days ago

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i was lost within the darkness but then i found her; i found you. - k. yukimiya

synopsis: a man who couldn’t find purpose in his life and the woman who brought each of them meaning.

a/n: i was lowkey thinking of meruem and komugi the whole time i was making this.

yukimiya kenyu

yukimiya didn’t know what he was supposed to do now.

he clutched the papers from the doctor, walking to the nurse’s office at school for the information to be added to his profile at school. he walked with no emotion upon his usually jubilant and beautiful face, and it was as if all of the light had been sucked from his eyes.

“yukimiya?”

yukimiya looked up, and you stood in front of him, holding a few boxes in your hands. you were probably helping your teacher with moving things again.

yukimiya was fairly fond of you. you were kind and quick on your feet, and yet you always gave helpful, honest advice to your more delusional friends. he enjoyed being around you more than anything else at school. “oh, hello. how’s your day been going?” yukimiya asked, painting a smile over his frown on his face.

your eyebrows knit together. yukimiya recognized that look; his mother always had that look in his childhood whenever he had been crying and hid the fact from her. she always caught on quickly. “you seem upset, are you okay?” you placed your boxes on the floor next to you before walking closer to him, your head tilting slightly as you looked at him.

and as if water began overflowing in a glass after barely having not reach the point of spilling yet, tears began to spill from yukimiya’s eyes.

fat, warm tears stained yukimiya’s cheeks wet, and snot began leaking from his nose. if any of yukimiya’s fans had seen him like this, his modeling career and their crush on him would be over. but instead of looking at him with your face scrunched up in disgust from his current expression, you instead had him sit down with his back to the wall as you sat down next to him.

“what happened?” you asked, your voice soft. you assumed that it had to do with his eye and soccer career; after all, he got glasses even though he didn’t have them previously, and soccer was practically his whole life. yukimiya sniffled before looking at you.

“optic neuropathy,” yukimiya whispered. “there are black spots in my vision. treatment will help, but not fully cure it. worse case scenario, it causes blindness. the doctor said that i probably won’t be able to play soccer professionally anymore.” yukimiya sniffled again before he wiped his tears away, laughing.

“look at me. complaining to you about it even though it’s not even your problem. you should be helping the teacher, right? sorry, i know this is your free period and im not a very crier—“ before he could continue on with his idiocy, you grabbed his face in between both of your hands and faced him, your eyebrows furrowed and eyes narrowed.

“yukimiya kenyu,” you began, voice grave. your face darkened before your gentle cradle on his face turned into a stinging pinch. “first of all, i could care less about this being my free period. we still have months of school left, and that means hundreds of more free periods. second, no one cares that you’re an ugly crier! everyone ugly as shit when they’re sobbing and their face is all scrunched up when they’re bawling. you should’ve seen me when i read the chapter that gojo died!”

at your last comment, you could see yukimiya hold in a chuckle, which proved your effort worthy. “and also, maybe you won’t become the best forward in the world. maybe you really will become blind because of soccer. maybe all of your efforts wouldn’t have been worth it in the end. but yukimiya, i hope you know and realize that the result may be important, but…” you stopped your pinching, and you held his face as if you were holding the most precious and beautiful glass vase. “sometimes the joy of the process itself overshadows what was thought to be the joy that comes from the result.”

yukimiya’s eyes widened, and suddenly, a fresh batch of tears came to his eyes. but this time, it wasn’t of sadness. this time, warmth bloomed in his chest when the tears came. this time, his mind was clear of the negative thoughts when the tears came. and this time, instead of his vision being blurred by tears, his vision was being cleansed by the light right in front of him: you.

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softpascalito · 2 months ago

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Dulcissima I Marcus Acacius x Vestal!Reader I Chapter VII - Bona Dea

! This Fic contains major spoilers for Gladiator II ! Proceed with caution !

Spoiler-Free Summary: Set before and during Gladiator II. General Acacius finds himself entranced by a highly valued priestess of Rome – A Vestal Virgin. Both have taken vows that make sure their paths may never cross. Until they do.

Pairing: Marcus Acacius x Vestal Virgin Reader Rating: Explicit / MDNI Word count: 18k+ Tags: Secret Relationship, Vestal Virgins, Religious Guilt, Gladiator fights, Gladiator II compliant (more or less), Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Ancient Rome, Age Difference, Slow Burn (ish), Injury, Kissing, Historical Inaccuracy, (Attempted) Sexual Harassment, Smut, First Time, More tags to be added

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notes: ! last major spoiler warning for gladiator II below the cut !

i was supposed to upload this two days ago but silly me decided to have a mental breakdown instead. anyways, enjoy the new chapter ♡

bona dea - a goddess/her festival subligaculum - underwear

Chapter VII

The house is filled with the overpowering scent of strong wine and blooming flowers. Food and drink is being served, the atrium of the roman villa that belongs to the senior magistrate and his wife transformed into a place of worship as much as a place to celebrate.

The annual winter festival of Bona Dea, one of the most important (and as some argue, fun) nights of the year for the women of Rome. A tribute to the goddess that promises fertility along with chastity and healing, in return asking for her worshippers to hold the values of a good, roman wife. Her celebrations allow strong wine and sacrifices led by the Vestals and most importantly–ban all men from the villa and its grounds. Just laying eyes upon the holy celebration and the rites would be enough to condemn a man to a life of blindness.

It is so different from the worship you are used to from Vesta. She is quiet, a prayer whispered into the flames, the crackling noise of the wood, the only company for women who ask for safety and blessing on lonely nights.

You have barely been able to eat, despite the food seeming worthy of the gods. Bona Dea has always made you nervous, the prospect of trying to effortlessly fulfill the rituals that have been passed down from generations of women before you. But the prospect of meeting Acacius in mere hours had you trembling the moment you rose from your bed this morning. The hours seemed to tick by agonizingly slowly all day, making you wonder if the sun would ever set.

But it did. And with the early darkness of the winter night came the loss of appetite. And the later it becomes, the worse you feel. The comfortable anticipation starts mixing with an anxiety you’ve rarely felt before. Nothing can go wrong.

Of course, something goes wrong. When you reach the large front entrance of the atrium, the one you hoped to slip out of unnoticed after fulfilling your duties, is far too busy. The columns are decorated with skillfully woven vines, the entire room alight with candles and torches. A thin layer of smoke still hangs in the air from the rituals you conducted earlier, making the space feel even more sacred.

You settle on making another round, speaking some words here and there, disappearing into a crowd that has evidently already enjoyed the strong wine forbidden to them on other occasions. You catch a glimpse of Severa chatting animatedly with a few other women and duck away just in time to avoid attracting their attention.

It is already late, far later than you meant to leave. You know Acacius will be waiting. He has no rites to attend to tonight. Instead, he will be able to casually stroll out into his–

The gardens. Just like the other houses, there are spacious gardens attached to the villa you are currently trailing through. There has to be a way to slip out into that direction and get up Palatine Hill, which is rather close. Pretending to long for some fresh air, you step into the lush green, plants and trees imported from places where they do not wither in the winter. They lend themselves to your cause perfectly, barely allowing the guests inside to catch a glimpse of your white stola as you tread the small paths, the light around you becoming less and less. You slip past a few trees, fight your way through bushes–and are met with solid stone. Of course. A wall to keep out everyone who tries to sneak into the gardens. Or in your case, sneak out of them.

Your heart is pounding in your chest. Heading back inside, finding another way–it will take too long. He could be gone by then. With a small shake of your head, you step forward and let your hands run over the cold stone. The moon is hiding behind clouds, giving you essentially no light to work with. Still, you somehow manage to find two crevices to tuck your fingers into and pull yourself up. Panting slightly once you've heaved yourself up onto the stone wall, you look back for a brief moment, catching a glimpse of the lit up villa through the trees, listening to the voices and music drifting over to you.

Suddenly, it feels like you're looking down upon your whole life, like you are seeing yourself from the perspective of the gods you so worship. You try and think of something to hold you back, any excuse to just jump back into the gardens and have no one ever be the wiser about the ideas in your head. You think about the dishonor you may bring to the Vestals, to your family. To him. The punishment they would settle on. The whispers that would follow you, even after death.

You try and think of a good reason to stay. But not a thought comes to mind.

So, you jump down on the side that leads further down the path and up to the house with the lavender gardens, a path you do not wish to leave now that you’ve started walking it. Even if it leads straight down to hell.

***

Acacius sighs quietly as he gets up from the bench he sat down on what feels like hours ago. His mind is as restless as his body, his head spinning a different direction every time the wind carries the sound of what could be someone sneaking toward him through the night. The statue of Mars stands quietly next to him as he begins to pace back and forth, eventually expanding his rounds onto the stairs. Up. Down. Have you changed your mind? Back. Forth. An invisible tug of war with the thoughts racing through his head.

The small pavilion is lit by only a few candles, providing just enough light to see but not enough to shimmer too far through the trees. On Bona Dea, the whole town below is alight with the celebrations of the women. Song, Chatter and Light travelling through the night air, distractions that lay like a shroud around your meeting. A protection not unlike your veil. An indication that what lays below is not to be touched–an indication he so desperately longs to ignore.

It's not any sound that makes him turn his head. It is an instinct that he cannot name that has him turn towards the path below. And there you are. Looking almost like a ghost, dressed in a festive, white stola that swishes around your body as you hurry the last few steps, the top of your head crowned by the very veil he just saw in his mind. And he suddenly feels like he cannot wait a second longer.

Acacius meets you halfway up the stairs, his arms sliding around your waist like they belong there. Like a child resting its head in their mothers lap, like a soldier returning to his village after the war. Like the most natural homecoming, a nestling of a body against that of its lover.

“Acacius–” You whisper his name, a relief that it can finally fall from your lips again. “I’m sorry for making you wait.”

He hums quietly, his thumb rubbing gentle circles into your side. “I would wait all night for you, Dulcissima.” He cannot see the blush that spreads over your cheeks but he can hear it in the small breath that escapes you. “May I?”

Keeping one arm firm around your waist, he leads you up the stairs, towards Mars who stares into the distance. Unlike the stone eyes of the statue that are forced to stare at one point on the horizon for eternity, Acacius’s eyes never leave you. Even when he leans down to the small tray he brought along earlier, grabbing a glass filled with red wine and handing it to you, he keeps his focus on you. You barely get to whisper a thank you before a frown spreads over his face. “What happened to your dress?”

“I had to climb the garden wall,” you mutter sheepishly, embarrassed that your original plan has so clearly gone awry. He watches as you take a sip of the wine before you continue. “I will clean it in the morning, it is not worth speaking of.”

Acacius doesn't agree. It feels like another thing he's making you do. A visual representation of the way he is soiling you, tainting your beautiful white gown with reminiscents of the dirt and grime that stains his armour after returning from battle. “It is my turn for apologies. You should not have to–”

He is shut up by your lips coming to rest on his. He can taste the red wine he picked out for tonight and by the gods, he does not think there is anything he likes more. Picking out what you taste like for him.

There is a small tremor in your body, an insecurity that he immediately recognizes as inexperience. He sighs into the kiss at that, his taunt muscles finally relaxing as he blindly reaches behind himself, finding the stone bench and lowering both of you onto it, never breaking your kiss. Sweet. You just taste so sweet.

He allows you to dictate the pace, only pulling back when you do, your breath coming in short pants. His forehead rests against yours as he reaches down to take his own glass, nudging you until you toast him, glass against glass creating a light melody that fades as quickly as it has appeared. You both drink in silence, only the distant noises of the celebrations and those of the garden around you reaching your ears.

“May I ask you something?” He hums, his voice low in his throat as he watches you raise your wine to your lips, the flames of the candles reflecting in the glass and liquid, sending smooth shadows over your face. At your nod, he continues. “Why did you ask to meet tonight? Bona Dea must mean a lot to you.”

You smile softly, though there is still a hint of nervousness present in your eyes. “The gods are busy looking down onto the feasts.” It is the unspoken part of your response that makes Acacius feel almost light-headed. If the goddesses eyes are truly on the feasts happening in the city, they are too busy to see you under the cover of darkness. One of his hands is still supporting your waist and he uses the other to set his glass down again before coming up to caress your ankle. A sliver of skin pokes out from under your stola, giving him a taste of what is waiting below the linen and silk that you are wrapped in. He feels you lean in, a hand gently coming to rest on his shoulder for support as he maneuvers you onto his left leg. In one smooth motion, Acacius runs his calloused hand past the hem of your stola and up your calf. You shiver, shifting slightly. “Acacius–”

It's somewhere between a whisper and a begging command. He forces himself to pause, his hand resting on your knee, the fabric of your dress bunched up around his forearm. “Do you want me to stop?” You shake your head silently. And he decides that maybe, he can push a bit further. “Is this why you wanted to meet?”

He can practically see you pause, your eyes flickering nervously back and forth. He may be completely wrong. It may not even have occurred to you–this. That you could do this. Because technically, you can’t.

“Maybe,” you whisper and he smiles at the subtle hint in your tone that sounds less like a maybe and more like a yes. And he'd be lying if he said he didn't have the same train of thought. He just didn't expect you to want him like this. Hell, he barely expected you to show up. Not with how much you are both risking.

“I’m sure you know–” you whisper as his hand travels further, slowly but surely inching up your thigh. “That Vestals are sworn to celibacy.”

He gives as gentle a squeeze as he can, watching with a smirk as you bite your lip, stopping yourself from letting out a noise. God, how he wants to hear that noise. How he wants all of Rome to hear the noise, wants to hear his name fall from your lips as he gives you the pleasure you've been denied your entire life.

“There are other ways,” he muses, his thumb trailing over the edge of what he assumes to be a subligaculum covering your most private area. “Other ways of pleasure.” He cocks an eyebrow at you, his hand gently rubbing over the soft skin of your inner thigh, not quite crossing the invisible threshold yet. “Dont tell me you have not discovered any of them?”

This time, he can watch as the blush spreads over your cheeks and down toward your throat. His gaze softens slightly. “You do not have to tell me, if you do not wish to.” Acacius sighs quietly, his eyes watchful, trying to gauge if he's gone too far. If he should retreat. “Does this feel good? We do not have to–” He can feel himself stumbling over his words. “I do not wish to force myself upon you. We do not have to do anything if you are not ready.”

“What if I'm never ready?” You whisper before you can stop yourself, resting your head against his shoulder and he tuts as he looks down at you.

“Then we will never do anything.”

“Go on.” It is a whispered plea. And Acacius gently obliges. He knows how to give commands that demand to be followed. But he also knows how to take them.

His fingers sneak under the delicate cloth that forms your underwear, his index finger finding the space between your legs already deliciously wet. He can feel himself getting hard at just this. The thought that merely sitting on his lap, kissing him, feeling his hands on your leg, is enough to arouse you to this point. He swipes his thick index fingers through your folds, making you clutch onto his shoulder and whimper in surprise. A low chuckle leaves his lips as he stills his hand again, not wanting to overstimulate you right away. He is keeping that trick up his sleeve for later.

“Your body does not know of your vows, dulcissima,” he rasps, his beard scratching against your skin as he places soft kisses against your neck. He feels you shiver and while he is sure some of it can be attributed to the excitement, he has a feeling the cold is also doing its part. He has a sudden urge to pick you up and carry you inside. If you truly want him to see you, to bare yourself before him–the first man to ever touch you like this–it cannot be on a cold stone bench.

“Let me take you inside.”

(art by art by Gökberk Kaya)

notes: okay, i know, i know, bad moment to stop. i promise the next chapter is in the works! ♡

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warningsine · 2 months ago

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A court on Thursday, December 19, sentenced Dominique Pelicot to 20 years in jail for committing and orchestrating the mass rapes of his now former wife Gisèle Pelicot with dozens of strangers. Her children expressed disappointment at what they saw as overly-lenient sentences for the other men convicted.

The convictions of all 51 defendants and their sentencing brought to a close a three-month trial that has horrified France, resonated across the world and turned Gisèle Pelicot into an icon of female courage.

Dominique Pelicot, who had already confessed to the crimes, was earlier found guilty by the court in the southern city of Avignon. His 50 co-defendants were also convicted by the court, with no acquittals. They received jail terms of between three and 15 years – less than what prosecutors had demanded. Two of these defendants had their prison terms suspended.

The three Pelicot children "are disappointed by these low sentences," said a family member, asking not to be identified, adding that there was "no question" of any of the children wanting to speak to their father after the conviction.

Tension was palpable in the courtroom at the start of the hearing, where a heavy police presence was deployed. Many defendants arrived with their bags packed ready for prison. One of them was in tears as he hugged his companion before entering the courtroom.

"Mr. Pelicot, you are found guilty of the aggravated rape of Gisèle Pelicot," said the presiding judge of the criminal court, Roger Arata. Delivering sentence, Arata said Dominique Pelicot will not be eligible for parole until he has served two-thirds of his sentence.

'Justice for Gisèle'

Dominique Pelicot, 72, has admitted to drugging Gisèle Pelicot for almost a decade so he and strangers he recruited online could rape her. His lawyer did not rule out appealing the verdict. "We're going to use the 10 days which we have to decide whether or not to appeal this decision," Béatrice Zavarro told reporters.

Gisèle Pelicot, 72, has become a feminist hero at home and abroad for refusing to be ashamed, waiving her right to a closed trial and standing up to her aggressors in court. Alongside her ex-husband, 50 other men aged 27 to 74 have been on trial, including one who did not abuse her but raped his own wife with Dominique Pelicot's help.

Earlier Thursday, Gisèle Pelicot arrived at the courthouse smiling and cheered by crowds of supporters and feminist activists waiting outside. They chanted her name and slogans like "Justice for Gisèle" and "Shame has Changed Sides".

On November 25, prosecutors requested the maximum sentence against Dominique Pelicot for aggravated rape. It was widely expected that Dominique Pelicot would receive the full 20-year term, but considerably more uncertainty had surrounded the sentencing of the other defendants. The prosecution had requested 10 to 18 years in prison against the 49 defendants also charged with aggravated rape. One of these accused is on the run and being tried in absentia.

One more accused – facing the lesser charge of groping – had risked up to four years in prison. Thirty-two of the accused attended the trial as free men while the others, including Dominique Pelicot, were remanded in custody.

'World is watching'

"Rape affects women all over the world, that's why the whole world has its eyes on what's going to happen," said Ghislaine Sainte Catherine, one of the members of the Amazons of Avignon feminist collective.

Gisèle Pelicot's children, David, Caroline and Florian, arrived half an hour earlier, entering the courtroom alongside a group of men accused of raping their mother. "We came with our things for prison," said one of the defendants, pointing to the sports bags on the ground.

The case has sparked protests and drew fresh attention to male violence in France. Rights activists hope that the trial will lead to change in society. "It's time that the macho, patriarchal society that trivializes rape changes," Gisèle Pelicot said in November.

Her pictures dominated the front pages of major French papers on Thursday. "A verdict for the future," said left-leaning Libération. "Merci madame," said L'Humanite, while La Provenance declared "the moment of truth."

#Gisèle Pelicot #france #politics

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bupia · 1 year ago

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Omfg inexperienced smut #8 with Rain ghoul?? I am a closeted rain ghoul enjoyer fkdifjsosks -Molly💜

LINGERIE

"I've been wondering how it feels like."

There's a smut under the cut, +18 only, please.

(Female!Reader: Rain has a tail, horns and a forked tongue!!!! He uses his tail to hold you; praise kink; nipple play; oral sex: m-f; unprotected sex)

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Day 17 | Day 19

You had been looking forward to meeting your beloved friend and ghoul, Rain, all day. You'd finished your chores and were eager to spend some quality time with him, whether it was watching a movie or simply talking. Rain, although seemingly shy and quiet around others, became quite talkative in your private moments together.

As you hurried to your dormitory to meet him, you couldn't contain your excitement. The thought of sharing your day and perhaps venting about your chores to Rain was a comforting prospect. You reached your door, swung it open with enthusiasm, and started to announce your arrival.

"Guess who is finally fre..."

Your excitement faded instantly when you spotted Rain standing near your dresser. He had one of your panties in his hand, and his long tail dangled another one from its tip. Your face contorted with confusion and shock.

"What are you doing...?"

Rain didn't respond; he was frozen in place. He didn't even seem to be breathing, with not a single nostril moving to take in air.

"Rain," you said, taking a step further into the room and gently closing the door behind you. "What are you doing?"

"N- Nothing?" Rain replied, his voice tinged with nervousness.

"It doesn't look like... nothing," you pointed out.

"I was just... I was..." his voice trailed off, and he glanced away.

"You were..."

"I was..."

"Yes, you already said that..."

Rain quickly turned to face you, looking directly into your eyes. "I was sent here today to inspect your room."

You burst into laughter. "No, you weren't."

You walked over to him, taking the panties from his tail and returning them to the drawer. Rain lowered his hand, and you placed the pair he had been holding inside as well. He stepped back, and you closed the drawer.

"Are you going to tell me what you were doing?" you asked, your tone calm and understanding. "We're friends, you can be honest with me."

"I know."

"So tell me, what was that?" you pressed gently.

"I just... I was curious."

"Curious?"

"Yes."

You chuckled gently, taking his hand in yours. "What were you curious about?"

Rain hesitated for a moment before answering, "Do you want me to be totally honest?"

"Always, please," you encouraged.

"Okay," he began. "Last week when we were here in your room, you said you needed to take a bath before we could watch the movie I suggested. Then, you didn't close the bathroom door completely, and I... I peeked."

"You what!?"

"I'm sorry, okay?" Rain admitted with a sheepish look, clearly embarrassed about his actions.

Your other hand went to his face, gently cupping his cheek. "That's okay, Rainy. I know you didn't mean to invade my privacy, right? It was an accident."

"No, it wasn't," he admitted, his voice soft and filled with regret. "I really wanted to look at you, but I... I didn't see you fully... unclothed. All I saw was you lifting your habit and the lingerie set you were wearing under it."

"Oh..." you replied, understanding his explanation.

"I'm sorry," Rain repeated, his expression showing genuine remorse.

"That's okay... but this still doesn't answer my question. What were you doing?" you inquired.

"I was looking for it," he admitted with a hint of embarrassment, his eyes averting yours. "Since I saw it, I couldn't get it out of my mind; it was... something else."

"Ah, I see..." you chuckled. "You wouldn't find it here anyway."

"Why?" Rain asked, a bit confused.

"Because I'm wearing it today," you said with a sly grin, adding a teasing wink to emphasize your point.

Rain's eyes wandered over your body, scrutinizing you from head to toe, and you noticed his tail moving slightly, indicating his interest or excitement about something. With a small step closer, you withdrew your hand from his face and his hand, interlocking your own hands behind your back.

"Do you still want to see it?" you asked, your voice soft.

"Maybe," Rain replied, his gaze remaining locked onto yours.

"Well, you can just ask, you know," you suggested with a playful smile. "We're friends; you don't have to sneak around."

Rain nodded, and you placed one of your hands on his chest, your fingers lightly touching the little black scarf around his neck, gently pulling him closer to you.

"Why don't you sit down on the bed, then?" you suggested, your voice low and alluring.

Again, Rain nodded, taking a step back from you and moving to sit on the edge of the bed. He watched you intently as you approached, his eyes never leaving you. You stopped in front of him and, with your leg, gently separated his own, moving closer to him.

"Tell me, why do you want to see it?" you asked, your voice sultry and inviting.

"I want to because... I couldn't get it out of my mind. You looked amazing wearing it, and I... I couldn't stop thinking about how you looked without it as well..."

"Oh, so you also want to see me without it?" you inquired, a seductive gleam in your eyes.

"Yes, should I say sorry?" Rain replied, his voice filled with longing.

"Not at all," you purred, your lips drawing closer to his. "I can take it off for you if you want."

You began to slowly lift your habit, your eyes locked onto his, your movements tantalizing and deliberate. Rain followed your every move with rapt attention. As you began to reveal more of your leg, he reclined his body on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows. You continued lifting the fabric until you exposed the first part of your set – your red and black lace panties.

"Should I keep going?" you inquired, your voice low and seductive.

"Please," Rain replied, his desire growing evident in his heavy breathing.

With a devilish smile, you continued to lift the fabric until your bra was exposed. You could hear his breath growing even heavier as you removed your habit and let it fall to the floor, leaving you in your alluring lingerie.

"So?" you asked, a hint of shyness in your voice.

"It's even better than I remembered," Rain replied, his eyes filled with desire.

You giggled shyly and placed a knee on the bed beside his leg. He straightened his body, and his hands went to your waist, holding you gently. You rested your hands on his shoulders, slowly sitting on his lap. His eyes roamed your body, and you supported your arms on his shoulders.

"Aren't you cold?" Rain asked, his concern evident in his eyes.

You couldn't help but let out a loud laugh, throwing your head back in amusement. Your hands traveled to his face, and you closed the gap between you two with a passionate kiss. You bit his lower lip, teasingly bringing it to you before letting it go, causing him to suck in a breath in reaction. Almost instinctively, he wrapped his arms around you and gently laid you down on the bed, positioning himself on top of you.

"Do you... want it?" Rain asked, his voice thick with desire.

"I do want it," you whispered, your words dripping with seduction.

"Really? Are you sure?" he inquired, seeking reassurance.

"I'm completely sure..." you whispered, biting your lower lip suggestively.

Rain lowered his body, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. You eagerly wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you, intensifying the kiss. Your mouths opened in unison, and you granted his tongue entry into your mouth. They danced in a sensual battle, causing you to moan softly against his mouth. He broke the kiss and descended to your neck, kissing it hungrily and giving you slightly nipping bites. You moaned softly, welcoming Rain between your legs. His face traveled down to your breasts, showering them with kisses, while his hands gripped them firmly.

"I really..." Rain began, pressing a kiss to one of your breasts. "Like..." he continued, placing another kiss. "This," he added, showering your skin with yet another kiss. "Set," he whispered before kissing you again. "Of yours."

"Mmm... I can see it, Rainy..." you purred, your voice dripping with desire.

"You look so good in it," he said, pushing your bra down to reveal your already hardened nipples.

"I'm glad you liked it..." you whispered, your voice filled with longing as you gazed at Rain.

Rain grinned at you and continued to press kisses around your breasts and on your sensitive nipples, making you squirm beneath him. He then brought his tail close to your face, slowly stroking your cheek with the tip of it, his touch sending shivers down your spine. The tail moved lower until it reached your breasts, and Rain used the tip to caress one of your nipples. You arched your back, a loud, unrestrained moan escaping your lips as waves of pleasure coursed through your body.

"So pretty..." Rain murmured, his eyes filled with admiration as he gazed at your breasts. "You're so pretty..." he added with a warm smile.

He continued to stroke your breasts with the tip of his tail, moving it up and down your chest. Your head tossed from side to side as you felt Rain's tongue swirling over your sensitive nipple, igniting a passionate moan from your lips. Your body quivered from the intense sensations.

"How does it feel?" Rain asked, releasing your nipple and bringing his hand up to caress your breast.

"Good... So good..." you gasped, your voice trembling with desire.

He resumed suckling on your breast, his hand still stroking your other nipple, while his tail continued to play with your other nipple, coaxing waves of pleasure from your body.

"Rain..." you breathed, your voice filled with desire, as you tried to get his attention.

"Hmm?" he asked, breaking away from your breasts, his eyes locking onto yours.

"I want you... inside..." you moaned, your words filled with longing and need.

"I know," he said, a smile playing on his lips as he gazed at you with affection and desire.

With a gentle and deliberate touch, Rain lowered himself, trailing kisses from your breasts to your belly, moving downward, and down, down your body until he reached your thighs. He took his time licking up your thighs, savoring your taste as he did. His tail snaked around one of your thighs, wrapping around it tightly, while his fingers went to your panties, pushing the fabric aside to reveal your wetness to him. He stared at your glistening core, lowering his face to it. With a lovely touch, he parted your folds and looked up at you, a hunger in his eyes that matched your own desire.

"I've been wondering how it feels like to have you," Rain said, his voice heavy with desire, as he ran his tongue along your slick slit. "To have you on your bed," he continued, giving another sensuous lick. "On the floor," he murmured, licking again. "On a dark, empty corridor," he whispered, his words sending shivers down your spine. "Everywhere, all the time, all day."

"Ah... Rainy..." you gasped, lost in the overwhelming sensations he was creating.

"I've never seen anything so beautiful..." Rain admitted, his eyes glazed with lust as he continued to worship your core. "So wet..." he continued, flicking his tongue across your sensitive clit. "So hot..." he murmured, sucking your sweet juices off of his tongue.

Rain's fingers expertly spread your delicate folds apart, parting them further to give him better access. His eyes smoldered with passion as he took your swollen clit into his mouth and began to suck on it, his tongue dancing sensually over your sensitive nub, igniting waves of pleasure that coursed through your body. You moaned, your fingers gripping his hair tightly as you surrendered to the blissful sensations. He hummed, his tongue flicking faster over your clit, and you closed your eyes, leaning your head back as you whimpered, feeling the vibrations of your voice echoing through your body. The wetness between your legs increased with each passing moment.

"That feels so good..." you moaned, your voice a sultry whisper. "Please, don't stop..." you begged, your body craving more.

"Not until you come..." Rain said, his gaze intense as he looked up at you. "Then we will be able to do this properly," he added, bringing his hand up to rub your sensitive clit.

"Mmm..." you groaned softly, your hips grinding against his hand, your desire palpable. "I want you so bad, Rainy..." you whispered, your voice trembling with longing.

"I'm going to make you feel so good..." Rain promised, his voice laced with passion, as he continued to work on your clit. "I want you to cum so hard..." he declared, taking your clit into his mouth and sucking on it, determined to bring you to a mind-shattering climax. "So... hard..."

Rain moved his mouth down further, his lips and tongue eagerly tasting every inch of your flesh. He used his hand and tail to spread your legs wider, allowing him deeper access, and his fingers began to thrust in and out of you faster and more insistently.

"I want you to feel everything you've ever imagined..." he declared, his voice filled with desire as he continued to pleasure you. "I want you to cum so hard that you can't stand it..."

His fingers delved deeper inside you, his skillful movements driving you closer to the edge. Rain then lowered his face, going straight to your clit, and sucked on it harder, his ministrations becoming even more intense. Your body tensed up, and your hands clung to his hair even tighter.

"I want to taste you..." Rain whispered, his voice husky with desire, as he moved his fingers even faster. "Every drop of your sweet juices... Every last bit of your sweet cum..."

Rain's talented tongue delved into your dripping core, moving in and out of you with sensual precision, each stroke igniting waves of pleasure. His tongue licked your walls and moved in teasing circles, sending you into a state of ecstasy. You couldn't contain your pleasure any longer, and you let out a loud, unrestrained moan, your body quaking with desire.

"Rain... Oh, Rain... You're going to make me cum... Oh..." you cried out as the climax you had been yearning for drew closer with every tantalizing movement of his tongue.

Rain pulled his head back from your core, his tongue lingering on his lips as he savored your taste. He straightened his body, looking at you with a gaze filled with desire. His tail left your thigh, snaking its way around your waist and pulling you closer to him, causing you to gasp in response.

With deliberate sensuality, Rain slowly untied the scarf around his neck, tossing it carelessly to the floor. He then went for his vest, unbuttoning it and leaving it open on his body. He repeated the action with his shirt underneath, leaving it also unbuttoned, baring his chest. Finally, he reached for his pants, unzipping them and allowing his throbbing hardness to spring free.

"I need to be inside you," he began, positioning himself between your legs. "I need to feel you around my cock, so warm, so tight," he continued positioning his member against your entrance. "I need to feel you wrapped around me..." he murmured, slowly sliding his member inside you. "I need to feel you squeeze me tight, I need to feel you take all of me..." he whispered, pushing his member all the way inside you.

"Ahn... Rainy... Fuck, don't talk like that..." you whimpered, your voice trembling with desire as you responded to his words.

"Why not?" Rain inquired, his body lowering onto yours. "Don't you want to hear how I need to feel you cum around me?"

You whimpered once more, your inner muscles clenching tightly around his shaft as he thrust into you.

"Don't you want to hear how I want to feel your whole body trembling around me?"

Rain's thrusts grew faster and more intense, and you clenched around his member once again, your body responding eagerly to his every word.

"Ah... Fuck me, Rain, just fuck me..." you moaned, your words filled with raw desire and longing.

He nodded in response, and with a powerful motion, he slammed his hips against yours, driving himself deeper inside you, hitting your sweet spot with each thrust. You wrapped your legs around his waist, keeping him in place and ensuring that he could penetrate you to the fullest.

Rain began to pump his length in and out of you, his movements growing increasingly powerful and intense. The room was filled with the rhythmic sound of your hips colliding, the unmistakable symphony of your lust. He picked up speed, thrusting harder and harder inside you, his member constantly hitting your cervix, driving you both toward the peak of pleasure.

You had never felt anything like this before, and the intense sensations coursing through your body were unlike any experience you had ever had. Your eyes locked with Rain's as your minds connected, and you allowed yourself to lose control to the pleasure that overwhelmed you. Your hands moved down to his firm buttocks, grabbing hold of his cheeks and squeezing them tightly. He groaned, his face contorting with ecstasy, mirroring your own.

"Shit, you feel so good..." he growled, his voice filled with longing, his tail unwrapping from your waist. "Your pussy is so good, you have no idea how you're making me feel..."

Rain continued to slam his hips against you, his relentless thrusts penetrating you to the very depths, making your muscles contract around his shaft. The heat of his member, the intensity of his thrusts, the sounds of your bodies colliding, and the scent of him surrounding you overwhelmed your senses. You were lost in a whirlwind of desire and pleasure.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," you cried out, your voice filled with unbridled desire as you rolled your eyes to the back of your head. "Fuck me, Rain, fuck me, fuck me, don't stop, fuck me."

Rain continued his relentless assault on your senses, his thrusts growing even more intense, and his hips colliding with yours in a rhythm of unrestrained passion. You were lost in a whirlwind of pleasure, your mind consumed by the sensations of your bodies merging as one, your cries and moans a testament to the ecstasy that enveloped you both.

His fingers dug into your hips, holding you close to him as he continued to drive his length deep inside you. His hands slid along your sides, squeezing your breasts and pinching your nipples, causing you to moan even louder. The sensations coursing through your body were electrifying, and you felt the familiar wave of pleasure building within you, bringing you closer to the peak of ecstasy.

"Oh, you're so tight!" Rain cried out, his voice filled with raw desire as he continued to thrust in and out of you as fast as he could. "I love how you feel wrapped around me... Your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock! I love how you take all of me..."

"Rain, you fuck me so good, so fucking good... Oh... Oh... Ah...! Fuck me, cum for me, make me cum for you."

As Rain's body tensed and the intensity of his thrusts increased, you knew that you were both on the brink of a powerful release, unable to hold back any longer.

"Rain!" you screamed his name as your climax overtook you, causing your entire body to convulse with intense pleasure. The waves of ecstasy washed over you, leaving you lost in the incredible sensations coursing through your entire being.

His eyes widened as he watched your body spasm under him, your orgasm a mesmerizing sight that drove him over the edge. He grunted loudly, pulling out of you and releasing his hot load onto your pubic mound.

"Fuck!" he screamed out.

Quickly, he lowered his body, burying his face into your core, lapping up all your juices and savoring every drop. The sensation of his tongue on your sensitive core caused your legs to tremble as you moaned in delight.

"Oh... Rainy..." you gasped, your voice quivering as you felt his tongue working its magic.

He brought his face up and climbed on top of you again, burying his face in your neck and biting down on your skin. He closed his eyes, savoring the waves of pleasure between you. Your hands went to his head and you caressed his scalp gently.

Rain raised his face from your neck and locked his eyes with yours. "Please, tell me you have more sets to show me," he pleaded, his voice filled with longing and desire.

You smiled, tracing your fingers along his cheek. "Oh, Rainy, I have plenty more sets to show you," your fingers went to his horns, gently touching it, watching him shivering.

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ctheathy · 1 year ago

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*whisper* I missed you fawning over Banzai’s fingerssss~

U can delete this if u want lol

choke him he likes it

Oh, you BET >=} <3<3

⚠️ Suggestive themes warning ⚠️

You could feel the fur of his tails tickling against your skin as you had a tight grip on his wrists. His tails swayed excitedly in your face, caressing your cheeks as he had a smug grin on his face. “You look so cute when you're on top of me, my dear~”

“You are so beautiful. I swear you're the reason why the sun shines in the sky, the reason why the flowers bloom every spring, and why the oceans are calm.... You are far better than the heavens themselves. You're so gorgeous.”

damn flirt. Without mercy, you just shoved him right back into the bedsheets as soon as he tried to get up from his position to get a better look at you, making him let out a grunt with a big blush on his face, still having that shit-eating smirk.

He bit at his lower lip as soon as his head got pushed back into the softness of the sheets, his breathing seeming to get a whole lot more heavier by that simple act alone. “Please... Please... Completely destroy my body, ruin me... I'm yours” he spoke in between pants, he was already getting one heck of an arousal by your dominating nature. You raised an eyebrow as you saw him biting away at his lips to try and keep himself from losing himself, but you weren't having any of his petty attempts. He's gotta learn the consequences of teasing you with those stupid fingers of his.

You leaned in, your warm breath teasing him as you whispered something in his ears, making them twitch. “I’ll show you the definition of destroyed...~” you seductively spoke before you nicked his ear with your teeth, holding it for a bit before allowing it to slip once more. The act making some of your saliva to get in contact with his fur, making him shudder in a pleasant way. His breath was only getting more severe as you went on and he was turning a little in your grasp, but you had no intent on letting go. And honestly? Neither did he want you to, as he kept himself down like an obedient, submissive little partner

Your fingers ran over his fragile frame and every nerve in his body just seemed to be so very sensitive. He shivered with every little move you made on him, his breath hitching in his throat as his body was on high alert due to everything you were doing. The next time he looked up, you were almost on top of him once again as your noses were practically touching. Not like he minded, he had found the position and being able to examine your features like this quite pleasant. He spoke out your name, a bit breathless right about now.

“you are truly the God that walked down from mount Olympus. No other being can compare to you. You own my heart and my life, you own me. You are going to have me wrapped around your finger for eternity. You are a Deity worthy of worship. You are my master. My everything... Say ‘I love you’ or I'll die from the pain.”

He was quite literally ranting as he was panting like a dog, his eyes growing more and more into one of pure love the longer he looked at you. His body trembles with the intense longing for your touch, but you still resist and instead continue to stare at his frame. His body is literally quivering right now, as if begging for more. But Tails just can't find the words to ask. He wants to tell you how much he desires you, but he's just way too nervous. He's just left with his panting breaths. “Please... don't stop...p-please”

You leaned in once more, nibbling at the crook of his neck as you pressed your index finger into his throat. Slowly adding more pressure onto it and making him squirm lightly under you. But he still had that huge grin plastered on his face, making it pretty obvious that he was getting a thrill out of this. Tails lets out a long, satisfied moan as he wraps his hands around your neck. He is letting you fully take control of the situation and he looks so ready to let you decide where to go from here.

Your free fingers caressed him all over, all while your mouth was still teasing his neck with all your might. You made sure to give him breaks by allowing your index finger to cease pressure at times. But every time, he clung back onto your hand and pressed it right back down. Every time you stopped it felt like he was dying, like that was his one chance to feel happiness again... it felt so unfair! It was so cruel of you to tease him like this... and yet ...he loved it. He felt every inch of you marking his neck, giving him all of your love and attention. That spot on his neck was forever imprinted in his memory. Tails is still panting, trying to maintain his thoughts. He feels incredibly overwhelmed with emotions right now due to just your presence alone, but now it seems like he is going to get even more. His head starts to get light as he doesn't even try fighting back anymore. He seems to be on the verge of completely submitting himself to you.

“No... no... please, not more. Just a little more, I beg for the love of god. I can't take more of this. Oh god, oh god. Yes, yes, yes.”

His sharp teeth bite away at his lower lip as he stares at you with wide eyes. He was now completely in the moment as he felt an explosion of pleasure course through his body. He wanted this moment to never end. He was going to make this moment last as long as possible. Every single part of his body seemed to be at attention and all thoughts were thrown out the window as he felt every cell in his body become excited. Tails’ mouth opens again as he lets out yet another moan of the sensation while feeling your touch. It's almost as if the man would do whatever you told him to do... just for a little more of your touch. He could see your eyes piercing through his soul, his eyes darting back and forth in an attempt to maintain eye contact with you in the midst of all the pleasure. You gave him an intimate kiss on the lips as you pressed down your finger once more, your fingertips teasing him by stroking him right under the neck. All while still being pinned down by you, it was too much...

But he wanted this.

Tails’ eyes roll in the back of his head as a pleasant and warm sensation of pleasure radiates throughout his entire body. He wraps his arms around you and returns the sensation. His lips find yours and he gives you a loving and meaningful smooch. Despite having an audience, he wanted to stay like this for eternity. He was content and for the first time in years, he felt at peace.

He loved you ...

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bismuth-209 · 1 year ago

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it is the end of summer in the northern hemisphere and this means that many people are having first days of school.

i am going to give you some advice for making friends on first days. this can be the first day of school, but also of various jobs, and it doesn't necessarily need to be executed on the first day, but i think it probably works best if you're part of a larger group of people who mostly don't know eachother, are nervous, and about to spend time together whether you like it or not. so first days of school!

i'm going to try to be as explicit in this advice as possible, to make it as easy to follow as possible for people who struggle with social conventions (hiii fellow autistics)

the first step: wear something easy to compliment

this not the item in your closet that makes you look the best/prettiest.

it might be! but if the main feature of a garment is that it makes you look sexy, it can also be somewhat awkward to compliment without seeming flirtatious and we're looking for friends.

what we're looking for is cool and potentially you being able to say some things about it

cool can mean:

band tshirt

pretty graphic tshirt

puffy sleeves

noticeably long or poofy skirt

ANYTHING selfmade. if you have a selfmade thing that's wearable, wear it, even if it's not perfect. especially if it's not perfect even. if people can tell it's likely handmade it's a very easy thing to compliment

jewelry, particularly unusual jewelry

and a number of other things! things that stand out a bit are good in general.

bags and such can also work here if you have a unique one, such as with added pins.

step 2: compliment others

it can be very scary to walk up to people and say something! but to me it's less scary if i remember: they're likely also nervous, even if they don't show it AND i'm going to make them feel good for at least a moment.

now not every compliment is most suited for this situation. in general you want to compliment on something that they have (taken) control over. this means clothes are almost always a safe bet, and dyed hair is too (step 1 becomes pretty much unnecessary if your hair is already dyed btw)

things like hair texture or natural colour, eye colour, skin texture, those are features i would not go for because the individual you're trying to make friends with usually hasn't taken control over those, or if they have (see: pressure on black people to relax their hair) they might be of the mindset that it's just what they do to look normal/be accepted. similarly, natural looking makeup with no adventurous colours, while still an impressive display of skill, is not what we're looking for.

if someone's eyelid are covered in hot pink pigment, it's probably safe to walk up to someone and say "hi! i love your makeup!"

and then

after you compliment someone they're likely to say thanks, feel a bit good about themselves, and then either talk about the thing you complimented them on "i got the palette from revolution makeup! really recommend them" or, and this is why step 1 was important, say something about you. by having something that's easy to compliment you are making it easier for people to talk to you.

(although the other person might choose a variety of different paths, they could also just ask about your classes or hobbies or talk more about the thing you complimented them about. or they might be an even more socially awkward bean than you and not say much at all)

i have had good experiences with using this "technique" last year when a friend gave me the tip. and i hope you will too!

please feel fre to add on other advice for people wanting to make friends

#bis speaks #back to school #advice #autistic #asd #actually autistic #tips for autism #making friends

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fizzyxcustard · 1 year ago

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Invisible

Fandom: Robin Hood (BBC)

Pairings: Guy of Gisborne x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Pining, angst, insecurity, vague smut mention, attempted ghosting

Word count: 1880

Summary: From the imagine, "You are in love with Guy and he is still pining for Marian. You cannot carry all the pain."

Comments/notes: Takes place around season 2, despite the above GIF being from season 3. This fic was requested by @sazzlep

As always, if you enjoy, please consider a reblog. If you wish to be added to my tag list for any character, fandom, or fic series, let me know.

Marian had disappeared, leaving you with the shattered pieces of Guy’s broken heart. While trying to mend your own heart, you were busy tending to Guy’s. And that pain was becoming unbearable. Shifting the weight of two broken hearts was crippling you.

Guy had left your home again at nightfall, having borne his heart to you. The woman he loved and had lived in high hopes of wooing, had run off into the forest with her outlaw lover. In the time you had known Marian, you had been on fairly friendly terms with her. But you had always been aware of her manipulative tactics, taking advantage of Guy’s feelings for her. For all those months and he had been completely blind to it, only seeing her sweet smiles as a hope for something more than just friendship.

You stood at your front door and watched his dark shape, atop a black horse, disappear into the gathering dusk. You and Guy had been close friends for years, being each other’s rock, and this has been the case since he came to Nottingham as a young man. He had been swept up into duty for the Sheriff, but the two of you had still remained close. Guy had been the one who comforted you when your mother died, and had even brought you food when you fell upon tough times. Potential suitors had come to your door, and if they had not been to your liking, it was Guy who had told them to leave.

How long could you continue this for? Every day you saw him and you felt more of your heart become warped from the inside, like a disease spreading outward. The only cure would be to take yourself out of the situation completely and sever yourself from him.

The moon was high in the sky and you remained in that spot for some time, feeling the red hot tears fall down your cheeks. All of your pain was invisible to him; in his own anguish, he had completely overlooked you.

***

Guy woke the next morning, light bursting through the window.

Realisation hit him hard that he had overslept.

He shot out of bed and began dressing quickly, only to see a piece of parchment on the stone floor at the foot of his door. Guy reached down and took the parchment, noting that there was no envelope. The parchment had just been folded. Upon opening it, he instantly recognised your beautiful handwriting. It brought a smile to his face.

Guy,

While I know that you are in the midst of deep pain, I must leave Nottingham. I plan to move back to my father’s home and search for work. I cannot carry the weight of both our broken hearts on my shoulders.

May God watch over you and keep you safe.

Leaving? But why?

Guy raced from his chambers, heading down towards the courtyard where he slipped out to the stables and collected his horse.

Once he had rode to your home, he jumped from the horse and banged on your door. No answer. Your own horse, a brown and white mare, had disappeared from the small field behind your house.

Your father’s home was a two-day ride, and within seconds, Guy’s horse was galloping through the small patch of woodland which was to the north, leading out onto the main road. Surely you could not have gotten far. Guy was a far more experienced rider than you so would easily be able to catch up to you, despite your head start.

***

The ride that morning had been pleasant. The sun was shining amidst a cloudless sky. A gentle breeze took the edge off the early summer heat. A simple breakfast was still sitting in your stomach quite nicely; bacon, eggs and freshly baked bread. There was an inn about half way, at the perfect place for you to stop, before continuing on the next day for the second part of your journey.

All morning and you had imagined Guy’s face upon opening your letter. Would he even care at all? It seemed that he didn’t. Normally Guy was up around dawn, ready for his duties. He should have caught you just before you left, but you had not seen him. And you had given your letter to Abe, one of the guards, at the castle gate, two hours after sunset. Surely Guy would have received it by daybreak.

You stopped for a quick break, taking a sip of water from a skin in your leather satchel. You sat down on a fallen tree trunk and took a deep breath, looking up at the rays of sunlight piercing through the bright green leaves.

Suddenly you heard galloping hooves coming from behind. A figure emerged from the edge of the curving path, and got larger, moving towards you quickly.

“Guy?” you whispered, feeling relief wash over you, but also fear.

Guy stopped his horse a few feet from yours and jumped from the saddle, storming over to you. He stood in front of you, his arms crossed. “What is going on?” he asked, his voice tinged with frustration. His silver blue eyes were wide in irritation.

“I told you in my letter. I can’t carry both of us anymore.”

Guy sighed and sat down beside you. “Maybe you could start with telling me what you’re carrying and stop being so stubborn in carrying it yourself.”

You looked at him, narrowing your eyes. “Are you sure you really wish to know? Because after I tell you, you won’t want to know me anymore.”

Guy scoffed and rolled his eyes in annoyance.

You looked at him, seeing that all too familiar smirk begin to form on his face. It made your heart flutter.

“If you really believe that then you know me less than I thought you did. In fact, you don’t know me at all.” His tone was accusing and full of irritation.

You could see the offense written on Guy’s face, and you reached out to take his hand. “I didn’t mean it like that, Guy.”

“Then how did you mean it?” he snapped. “You’re all I have in my life, yet you seem to think that I’ll walk away from you. Despite you being the one who was ready to walk away from me…” The words trailed off into a whisper and loud sigh.

“Do you want to know the real reason I’m leaving?” you asked. “And if you do choose to turn your back on me then that is your choice.”

Guy hissed. “I will never turn my back on you.” He pointed his finger at you in anger as he spoke.

You got to your feet and took a deep breath. “All these years we’ve known each other and I’ve been invisible to you. You’ve never noticed all the times I’ve had to smile at you but wanted to weep. You’ve never seen how I feel about you. Instead all you’ve ever seen is a woman who has taken advantage of you and used your feelings for her to get what she needed. It’s crippled me.” Tears fell down your cheeks. “I love you, Guy. I love you so much and never once did you ever see it. I know you don’t feel the same way and I’m not expecting you to.”

Guy got up from the tree trunk, and without a word, curled his hand around your cheek and kissed you. The kiss immediately became wanting, needing and hot.

Reluctantly you shifted your head away and looked up at him, your tears blurring your vision. “I told you that I’m not expecting anything from you...”

He smiled. “I’ve loved you from since the first moment we met. I was always invisible to you. I valued and respected you far too much to ever overstep any boundary. I was terrified you would think I was dishonouring you. Marian became my way of letting you go, but under it all, I never could. She was the hope of something I could never have with you.”

“All I ever wanted was for you to be happy, and because of me, you tried to gain love in a place where you would never find it.”

“It wasn’t because of you. It was my own cowardice. I would look at her and see you, in everything she did. Then with each man who attempted to court you, I could see how impossible it was for me to ever think you’d be mine. A lot of those men were honourable and so much more than what I could ever wish to be.”

“I know you, Guy, and all you’ve ever wanted is to be loved and needed by someone. I’m offering that to you if you’ll take it.”

Guy kissed you again, and then let his lips trail down your neck. “And I will give that back to you tenfold, my love.”

***

The two of you rode your horses back to your home, watching as thick clouds began to swarm in, threatening rain.

By the time your house was visible, spots of rain began to fall.

You pulled on the reins of your horse, bringing it to a stop in the pen behind your house. Guy had already dismounted his horse, his hand reaching out to take yours. You couldn’t help but smile and giggle as he helped you down, his ice blue gaze never unlocking from you.

The two of you kissed again, the rain starting to pour all around you. The horses by now had wondered away into the small wooden shelter which was situated at the back of the paddock.

“Let’s get inside,” you told Guy.

He smiled in response and wound his arm around your waist as the two of you walked to the door of your home.

Once inside, you started a fire and put a large pot of water to boil. “I need to head into the market for food shortly. I hope the rain stops,” you told Guy, glancing out of the window. “Is there anything in particular you would like for dinner? I can cook us a meal.”

Guy never answered, but instead kissed you again.

A short time later and the two of you were idly tangled together in your bed, having just made love. You noticed that Guy seemed the most content he had done for quite some time; he had a faint smile on his face as you rested in the crook of his arm. The only sound was the tapping of rain on the roof, and it soothed you. The heavy weight in your heart had now lifted.

“Was that how you imagined our first time to be?” you asked.

Guy grinned and kissed you again. “It was so much better than any of my expectations.” He gripped your hand tight in his and then kissed your head.

“I suspect the Sheriff will be looking for you.”

“He can wait.”

You looked across at Guy as you began to slip from the bedclothes and pull your dress back on. “You’re taking a big risk thinking that. You know what he’s like.”

“I don’t care anymore. I’ve got you, and that’s all that matters to me now.”

***

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bellaaldamas · 23 days ago

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I'm very late, but happy 2025! Hope the first month is going well for you! ^^

Still thinking about my son Baldur and found this mug he would likely give to Freya if he comes back with lots of therapy (in which it would never happen but we can always imagine 🤭)! <:)

Happy 2025 to you as well <3 It ought to treat us right, brighten our day with good weather and hide any Heim***us content from our view;)

This mug is the most post-therapy Baldur thing to procure. Followed by him observing it for some time in his kitchen in whatever place he'd be living after the resurrection (and after embarking on his solo journey of healing and reevaluation of his life once his resumed quest of seeking revenge ends prematurely; as Baldur would realize this path would only lead to him destroying himself, others and ultimately coming to meet his demise again, when he could enjoy his newfound freedom and agency instead). Only once he's done pondering his further actions for awhile would Baldur decide to send this as a gift to his estranged mother and as a symbol of tentative reconciliation.

In that vein, I've been meaning to post my HC about post-revival Baldur for awhile but been delaying it, unable to fully form it into a cohesive AU in my mind (especially since it is the only AU I've ever invented for any fandom) and deciding that occasionally rambling out bits of it in the tags would have to suffice. However, in order to spare artists and edit makers of beautiful Baldur related content having to witness my musings, I'll use your lovely message as an opportunity to post this HC in full, if you don't mind.

@stupidrant that's the Angrboda involved Baldur HC I've been pestering you with for awhile:

After some time has passed since the events of Valhalla DLC Baldur has his unexpected post-Ragnarok return which he himself is originally not happy about. Understandably so, given that his final memory on earth is about regaining his ability to feel, then being consumed by self destructive rage and then being killed as the result of said rage. Thus, his mental emphasis is not on that brief taste of freedom that he got before death and that he could potentially enjoy now in a limitless and permanent way but on the revenge he feels he was denied. As well as anger at his mother and, naturally, his killer, Kratos; and Atreus whom Baldur seeks to also get even with (if only to make Kratos suffer).

Baldur makes an attempt at going after Kratos first but it fails the same way it repeatedly did before. Now that Kratos knows Baldur is back and will inevitably target Freya and his son he goes to Freya to warn her. Kratos is determined to give her full agency in this situation this time around and makes sure to not hurt Baldur or go after him on his own (or take any action) without consulting Freya.

The issue is further complicated by Atreus taking a temporary hiatus from his travels and giant searching quest and coming to visit his extended family: his father, Freya, Mimir and, obviously, Angrboda. Baldur interprets Freya's motherly and affectionate interactions with Atreus as her "replacing" him and striving to do right by Atreus in ways she, from Baldur's point of view, never tried with him. Once jealousy is added to the brimming anger and bitterness Baldur redirects his fury from Kratos and Freya towards Atreus and makes him the target of his vengeance.

Having already failed several times to hurt Kratos and Atreus before and after the resurrection, Baldur decides to be more "creative" about it this time. Insert a gameplay misdirect where a gamer would be led to believe Baldur, currently hiding in the shadows and stalking Atreus as the latter heads to Ironwood to continue his budding romance with Angrboda, is going to attack Atreus. But that does not happen and, at worst, Baldur cuts Atreus off on the latter's way home and the two have a verbal spat accompanied with fairly innocent, cut-scene only physical jabs.

Atreus attempts to reason with Baldur for Freya's sake (as he views Freya as his other mother and begins to naturally see Baldur as a brother he never had; shortly after Atreus's return from his journey Kratos revealed to him the tragic story of Atreus's sister Calliope and in a way, Atreus is intent on avoiding losing another, "found sibling" by trying to put Baldur on the right track). Baldur rejects Atreus's effort, however, and calls it a day, walking in the opposite direction, not before concluding the interaction with some scathing but pained remark.

What Baldur's plan is - which came spontaneously as he witnessed Atreus and Angrboda's communication and realized how much Angrboda means to Atreus and vice versa - is to target Angrboda and hurt her to get to Atreus. He is blindsided by Angrboda's gentle exterior and assumes overpowering her would be the easiest task. However, he has another thing coming when Angrboda swiftly destroys him with her skillful paint throws, giant magic and a little help from Fenrir, disarming and restraining Baldur.

Cue a bit of gameplay establishing Angrboda as a potential companion for Atreus on his following travels and, from the storytelling standpoint, a double "cliched media trope" subversion. On one hand, the audience would expect a powerful god to effortlessly best a teenage girl but the outcome would be entirely different. On the other hand, it also won't be an even more corny, contrived, pseudo-"feminist" girlboss moment where a young girl with no deity powers and no warrior background would suddenly demonstrate astonishing martial skills and proclivity for violence she has never displayed previously. And best an angry god in order to prove she is not "just another weak and gentle thing any man can walk all over and hurt" (as we know, modern "progressive" media now insists it is woman's job to prove that to men/male characters if she wants to amount to anything; whilst men still, to this day, are not expected to treat women with respect and decency; GowR ought to continue subverting this version of modern "feminism" every chance it gets).

In the latter vein, after making sure Baldur cannot cause any harm and is temporarily defenseless Angrboda would use not her physical and magical abilities but her compassion, perceptiveness and intelligence to have an honest heart to heart with him. It would start with a battle of wits and mutual sarcastic remarks and conclude with an important conversation about trauma (something Angrboda is intimately familiar with on an even greater scale than Baldur) and loss. Angrboda knows how it feels to irreversibly lose both parents and not have the chance to ever talk to them again. That makes Baldur think on whether now that Odin's gone - and so is Baldur's own unhealthy determination to prove himself to his toxic and ever demanding father who only ever used him for his selfish needs - he really wants to lose Freya too. Who, while she went about it in an entirely wrong way, always aspired to protect Baldur because she genuinely loved him.

Finally, the conversation between Angrboda and Baldur would end with the recognition of importance to overcome traumatic experiences to build a better future or at least have an adjusted and bearable existence in the current time (Angrboda opens up about her grandmother's struggles with mental issues and addiction in that part of their talk). While Baldur is still unwilling to forgive Freya he decides to let go of his revenge and changes his perspective from anger and self-destruction to taking advantage of his regained free will to live for himself, for the first time in his existence.

After that there might be several battles Baldur would be involved in and would fight on the side of Atreus, Angrboda, Kratos and Freya but in the end he would still leave to have his own journey. About a year and half later, having achieved a peace of mind, delicate as it might be, Baldur would send his mom a note indicating he is doing well and no longer bears ill will towards her (even though he probably would never be ready to join her for a family dinner).

The cup would be a fitting addition to this kind of note.

#kratioed #text #reply #headcanons #one can pry Angrboda and Baldur brotp from my cold dead hands; I can practically hear their interaction in their canon voices in my mind

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adambja · 1 year ago

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justtrash202 · 27 days ago

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Young Adult! Hogarth Pennywhistle Gilligan Jr.

so, after I did the young adult version of Wally, I guess I should do the other sectors so here's Hoagie!

Apperance:Hoagie is 5'7" with a stocky and sturdy build, embracing his larger frame that gives him a comforting and approachable presence. His round face is accented with faint freckles across his nose and cheeks, adding a youthful charm. His short, slightly messy light brown hair peeks out from under a brown baseball cap, which he often wears backward or tilted casually. He still rocks his iconic blue offled, now slightly larger to fit his older self, often adorned with grease smudges or small tears from working on machines. Hoagie’s style reflects his practical, tech-savvy personality: a witty graphic tee under the offled, pocket-heavy cargo pants, and sturdy sneakers or work boots. Around his neck hang his signature aviation goggles, now sleeker, and a chunky, multifunctional wristwatch rests on his left wrist. His hands and clothes often bear grease marks from tinkering with gadgets, and his toolbelt is always packed with wrenches, screwdrivers, and small inventions. Despite his laid-back appearance, Hoagie’s bright eyes and wide, goofy grin exude his humor and warmth, making him both a dependable ally and a loyal friend.

Personality: Hoagie, now a young adult, has grown into a thoughtful, reliable, and confident individual while maintaining his signature quirky and inventive personality. His intelligence and technical skills have matured, making him a go-to problem solver who can quickly come up with creative solutions, whether on a mission or in everyday life. Though still deeply passionate about gadgets and aviation, Hoagie has learned to balance his nerdy side with a greater awareness of the world and people around him. His sense of humor remains intact, delivering sharp wit, goofy remarks, and puns that lighten even the heaviest situations. However, he’s developed a more empathetic and serious side, especially when it comes to his friends and their well-being. Hoagie’s loyalty remains one of his strongest traits, and he’s always ready to help—whether it’s repairing equipment, offering advice, or just being a calming presence when things go south. While he still prefers to avoid unnecessary confrontation, he’s become more assertive and confident when standing up for his beliefs or defending his friends. No longer the bumbling kid of Sector V, Hoagie has matured into a calm, dependable, and capable young adult who can be counted on to lead, support, or fix what’s broken—both literally and figuratively.

Headcannons

Flight School Success: Hoagie attended flight school part-time, juggling work and studies, before finally earning his private pilot’s license. The achievement of this lifelong dream filled him with pride and reignited his passion for aviation. It motivated him to push for even greater goals in his flying career. Hoagie’s accomplishment not only reinforced his love for flying but also inspired those around him to chase their own ambitions.

Side Hustle as a Flight Instructor: Hoagie took on a part-time role as a flight instructor to share his passion for aviation with others. He enjoys teaching students the thrill of flying, often inspiring them to pursue their own dreams in aviation. The job allows him to spend more time in the skies he loves, while also gaining valuable experience and passing on his knowledge to the next generation of pilots.

Workshop Haven: Hoagie converted a spare room in his apartment into a workshop full of tools, blueprints, and unfinished gadgets. It became his creative haven, a space where he could tinker with ideas, invent, and repair things for friends and family. The workshop reflects Hoagie’s resourcefulness and tech-savvy nature, providing him the environment to channel his creativity and problem-solving skills while working on projects of all kinds.

Freelance Engineer: To support his hobbies and hone his skills, Hoagie took on freelance engineering jobs. He helps small businesses improve their tech or repairs complex machinery to earn extra income. The freelance work keeps him sharp and challenges him in new ways. It also provides opportunities to meet interesting people and solve unique problems, helping Hoagie develop his expertise and expand his network in engineering and technology.

Dual Major: Hoagie pursued a dual major in Aerospace Engineering and Mechanical Engineering, merging his passion for flying with his love for invention. The combination of fields allowed him to merge creativity with technical expertise, distinguishing him as a forward-thinking innovator. His studies became a platform to explore groundbreaking ideas, from building aircraft components to developing machinery, helping Hoagie realize his potential as a creator and problem solver.

College Clubs: At university, Hoagie joined both the robotics and aviation clubs, where he quickly became a standout member. Known for his innovative thinking and enthusiasm, he often took the lead in tackling difficult problems or rallying the team. These clubs offered him both intellectual challenges and a social community where he thrived, allowing him to connect with like-minded peers while expanding his skill set in robotics and aviation.

Closer to Family: After years of reflection, Hoagie worked hard to rebuild relationships with his parents and younger siblings. He now makes it a priority to spend quality time with them, whether by helping his mom with repairs or playing games with his siblings. These moments of connection have strengthened his family bonds, deepening their relationships in ways he never imagined and helping Hoagie rediscover the importance of family support and love.

Budget-Friendly Living: Hoagie’s frugal lifestyle, which includes building his own furniture and cooking meals at home, helps him save for larger projects and hobbies. He finds creative ways to live comfortably without breaking the bank, taking pride in his resourcefulness. His thrifty approach to life has even inspired his friends, who now follow his lead by adopting similar habits, proving that living within one’s means can still bring fulfillment and success.

Gamer at Heart: Despite his busy schedule, Hoagie always makes time for gaming nights with friends. Hosting friendly tournaments in his living room, complete with snacks and laughs, has become a cherished tradition. These gaming sessions let him unwind and reconnect with his playful side. It’s a time for Hoagie to relax and enjoy some light-hearted competition with his closest friends, giving him a break from his demanding career and responsibilities.

Tech Support for Friends: Hoagie is the go-to guy for friends needing gadget repairs or problem-solving advice. Whether it’s fixing a broken laptop or offering inventive solutions to personal challenges, he’s always ready to help. His reliability, resourcefulness, and creative mindset make him indispensable. Friends appreciate his technical knowledge and willingness to lend a hand, knowing they can rely on him to solve any issue, big or small.

Sector V Reunions: Hoagie ensures Sector V stays connected by organizing regular reunions, despite everyone’s busy schedules. Whether it’s a casual meetup or an elaborate game night, Hoagie is the glue that keeps their friendship strong. These gatherings allow the group to reminisce about their shared past and reinforce the bond they formed, providing much-needed moments of connection and joy in their evolving lives.

Breakup with Abby: Hoagie and Abby’s relationship, which started in 10th grade, ended when Abby moved to France for an internship. The long distance and her demanding schedule made it impossible to maintain the connection, leaving Hoagie heartbroken. Despite their love for each other, the separation proved too much. The breakup marked the end of a significant chapter in Hoagie’s life, forcing him to adjust to life without her.

The House That Wasn’t: Hoagie secretly purchased a cozy house, envisioning proposing to Abby and building a life together. After their breakup, he moved in alone, and the house became a bittersweet symbol of unfulfilled dreams. It turned into a sanctuary for Hoagie, a place to process emotions and heal. Though the house’s original purpose was no longer viable, it became a fresh start, helping him rebuild his life.

First Home Ownership: Owning his first home gave Hoagie a profound sense of accomplishment and independence. He threw himself into DIY projects, from custom shelves to landscaping, using his skills to personalize the space. Each renovation reflected his creativity and determination, transforming the house into a place that truly felt like his own. It became a space of self-expression and stability, marking a new chapter in his adult life.

Sentimental Keepsakes: Hoagie kept the engagement ring he had bought for Abby, not out of regret, but as a testament to his ability to love deeply. The ring served as a quiet reminder of the lessons he learned about vulnerability and resilience. Tucked away, it symbolized his growth as an individual. The keepsake was a part of his journey, a piece of his past that informed his future decisions.

Therapeutic Hobbies: After the breakup, Hoagie turned to woodworking and photography as ways to process his emotions. Crafting furniture and decorations allowed him to create something tangible, while photography offered a new perspective on the world. These hobbies became his therapeutic outlets, helping him navigate the pain and focus on healing. They gave him peace, offering a creative escape and helping him regain balance in his life.

Roommates to Romance: When Wally returned from the army, Hoagie offered him a temporary place to stay. Over time, their connection grew stronger, and they decided to live together permanently. Their bond evolved into a romantic relationship, built on mutual support and understanding. As roommates, they helped each other navigate challenges and deepened their emotional connection, eventually creating a loving partnership where both could grow and support one another.

Helping with Jace: When Hoagie moved in with Wally, he took on a significant role in caring for Wally’s son, Jace. From bedtime routines to fixing broken toys, Hoagie embraced his role with enthusiasm and care. His involvement in Jace’s life provided stability and support, strengthening their family dynamic. The bond between Hoagie and Jace grew, as did his connection with Wally, creating a nurturing environment for their shared future.

Father Figure Moments: While Jace viewed Wally as his father, Hoagie took on the role of the "cool uncle" or secondary father figure. He introduced Jace to flying, tinkering with gadgets, and encouraged his natural curiosity. These moments created lasting memories and strengthened their bond. Hoagie treasured these times, as they helped him shape his own ideas about fatherhood and the importance of nurturing young minds with love and support.

Lessons Learned: Through his time with Jace, Hoagie gained a deeper appreciation for the challenges of parenthood. Jace’s energy and curiosity helped Hoagie realize the importance of family. This experience shaped his desire to have children of his own one day, as it revealed the joys and responsibilities that come with raising a family. Hoagie’s connection with Jace became a cornerstone of his growth and future aspirations.

Rekindling with Abby: When Abby returned from France, Hoagie was hesitant at first, but he soon realized he still loved her. He amicably ended his romantic relationship with Wally, which strengthened their friendship. Hoagie and Abby worked through past struggles and began to pursue their shared dream of starting a family. Their relationship became more mature and grounded, marking a new beginning for both as they rebuilt their future together.

Best Man Bond: Despite their breakup, Wally remained one of Hoagie’s closest friends. He often joked that he’d be the best man at Hoagie and Abby’s wedding, demonstrating the strength of their bond. Their friendship stood the test of time and change. Wally’s ongoing support and humor showed that no matter what life threw their way, their connection remained unshakable, a friendship that transcended any romantic or personal challenges.

Cherished Traditions: Hoagie loved creating traditions with Jace, such as making pancakes on Sundays and building model planes together. These activities brought them closer and allowed Hoagie to foster a sense of stability and joy. He cherished these moments, hoping one day to pass on similar traditions to his own children. For Hoagie, these routines were more than just fun—they were a way of creating lasting memories and bonds.

Bridging the Gap: As Hoagie grew older, he noticed the growing distance between him and Tommy from their KND days. Aware of the changing dynamics, he made an effort to reconnect with his old friend. Hoagie initiated conversations and spent more time with Tommy, slowly rebuilding their sibling bond. This effort helped strengthen their relationship, and they began to rediscover their shared history, reestablishing the connection they once had.

Mending Bonds with Mom: Hoagie recognized that his younger years had strained his relationship with his mom. Determined to repair it, he took action by helping her around the house and engaging in open, honest conversations. Over time, their relationship healed as they grew closer. Hoagie made a concerted effort to include her in his life, understanding the importance of family and working to nurture that bond for the future.

Creating a Legacy: Hoagie started to reflect on the legacy he wanted to leave behind, considering both his career and personal values. He began working on projects that promoted sustainability and helped underrepresented communities access education in engineering. Hoagie hoped to create a lasting impact on the world, no matter how big or small. This sense of purpose became a driving force in his life, motivating him to make a positive difference for future generations.

A Newfound Love for Cooking: During his time alone, Hoagie developed a love for cooking. He found it both relaxing and creative, often experimenting with new recipes and cuisines. Cooking became a way for Hoagie to express care and affection for others, especially when hosting friends or family. It also became an avenue for him to unwind after a long day. For Hoagie, cooking was not just about food; it was about connection.

Building a Community: Hoagie developed a strong sense of community in his neighborhood. He often organized barbecues and helped with local events, creating spaces for people to gather and connect. His friendly, approachable nature made him a beloved figure in the area. Hoagie thrived in these environments, valuing the bonds created through shared experiences. His efforts to bring people together contributed to building a stronger, more supportive community for everyone.

Traveling with Friends: Hoagie made it a point to plan occasional getaways with his closest friends. Whether it was a road trip, exploring new cities, or booking spontaneous weekend flights, these adventures helped him recharge. The shared experiences and adventures strengthened their friendships, allowing Hoagie to escape the stresses of daily life. These trips became cherished memories, reminding him of the importance of friendship and making time for fun in his busy life.

Environmental Responsibility: As Hoagie advanced in his engineering career, he grew increasingly aware of the environment’s state. He dedicated himself to working on projects that promoted sustainability, including developing eco-friendly gadgets and supporting renewable energy initiatives. Hoagie’s goal was to leave a positive impact on the planet for future generations. His focus on environmental responsibility became a guiding principle in his work, ensuring that his contributions were both innovative and sustainable.

First Engagement in the Group: Hoagie and Abby became the first couple in their friend group to get engaged after years of rekindling their romance. Their journey was full of challenges, but through patience and growth, their bond strengthened. Hoagie’s heartfelt, quiet proposal symbolized the depth of their love. It was a moment of hope for their friends, showing that love can endure and thrive, even after time apart, marking a new chapter for them.

Keeping in Touch with Classmates: Hoagie still keeps in touch with a few old classmates from flight school and college. They often meet for lunch or coffee to catch up on each other’s lives. These occasional reunions allow Hoagie to reminisce about their shared experiences, whether it’s about their careers, families, or life events. Maintaining these connections reminds him of the value of long-lasting friendships and the importance of keeping meaningful relationships alive.

Yipper Card Collection: Despite his busy life, Hoagie still keeps his cherished Yipper card collection in a well-organized binder. It’s a sentimental reminder of his childhood and simpler times. Every now and then, he takes the collection out to reminisce, adding new cards when he finds one. For Hoagie, the collection is more than a hobby—it’s a piece of his past that he keeps alive, honoring memories of his youthful enthusiasm and joy.

Video Game and Movie Enthusiast: Hoagie developed a deep love for video games and movies, especially those with intricate storylines and expansive worlds. He regularly hosts movie nights and gaming sessions with friends. Additionally, Hoagie started a blog to review and share his thoughts on his latest finds. Through these passions, he connected with others who shared his interests, creating a fun, engaging space where he could discuss his favorite films and games with friends.

Travel Bucket List: Hoagie’s passion for flying has expanded into a love for travel. He created a bucket list filled with destinations ranging from peaceful mountain retreats to lively cities. Hoagie enjoys planning trips with Abby and Jace, viewing these adventures as a way to explore the world together while creating unforgettable memories as a family. These shared experiences strengthen their bond and provide cherished moments of discovery.

Sustainable Living Advocate: Hoagie’s engineering background fuels his passion for sustainable living. He’s committed to reducing his carbon footprint by using eco-friendly products, installing solar panels, and driving a hybrid car. He enjoys researching new technologies that conserve resources and supports initiatives aimed at promoting sustainability. Hoagie’s dedication to eco-friendly living aligns with his desire to make a positive environmental impact and lead by example for future generations.

Vintage Toy Collector: Hoagie’s childhood fascination with toys, especially his collection of Yipper cards, has stayed with him into adulthood. He carefully preserves his cards in a binder, and occasionally attends toy conventions to add rare pieces to his collection. His love for vintage toys offers a nostalgic connection to simpler times, reminding him of his carefree youth. Hoagie treasures this hobby as one of the few remaining links to his past.

Photography as Art: Recently, Hoagie has taken up photography, capturing moments from his trips and everyday life. He enjoys experimenting with different styles and techniques, finding new ways to express himself through the lens. Over time, Hoagie has built a personal collection of photos that hold special meaning, preserving memories in a creative, artistic form. Photography has become a way for him to document his life and share his perspective with others.

Board Games and Tabletop RPGs: Hoagie has always enjoyed social gaming, particularly board games and tabletop RPGs. He’s well known for organizing epic Dungeons & Dragons campaigns and hosting competitive game nights with friends. Using his imagination and problem-solving skills, Hoagie keeps every session exciting and engaging. Whether it’s planning intricate game plots or strategizing with friends, he loves creating environments where everyone can enjoy the thrill of a shared adventure.

Classic Music Collector: Hoagie’s love for classic music was influenced by Abby’s appreciation for timeless tunes. His car is filled with a CD binder showcasing his growing collection of classic rock and jazz albums. Hoagie enjoys listening to these genres, particularly on long road trips, as they create a relaxing and nostalgic atmosphere. His music collection not only reflects his personality but also adds depth to the moments he shares with loved ones.

Hoagie's Relationships Sector V

Nigel (Numbuh 1): Hoagie and Nigel share a bond that goes beyond just friendship. Their connection is deeply rooted in the countless adventures they had together as kids, and that mutual respect has never wavered. Even though they’ve taken different paths in life, they continue to stay close, frequently checking in on each other and reminiscing about the good old days in the KND. Hoagie looks up to Nigel as a steady and reliable figure, someone who always has his back. Their friendship has grown into one of understanding and support, especially as they’ve both navigated adulthood. For Hoagie, Nigel remains not only his best friend but a brother figure who has influenced his life in countless positive ways. Despite the years that have passed, their bond remains unshakable, and Hoagie continues to value the deep, unwavering support Nigel offers, both as a mentor and a confidant.

Kuki (Numbuh 3): Kuki occupies a special place in Hoagie’s life as both a sister and a best friend. The two of them share a unique bond, formed through their shared history and the genuine love they have for each other. Hoagie has always been there for Kuki, and he continues to offer her his understanding and support as she faces the emotional dilemma of wanting to reconnect with Wally after his return from the army. Kuki’s situation is complicated, as she’s caught between her feelings for Wally and her commitment to her current relationship, and Hoagie, being the caring friend he is, tries to help her navigate these emotions without imposing too much. He’s always available to offer a listening ear or gentle advice when she needs it, and while it can be tough to see her in such a conflicted state, Hoagie cherishes being a source of stability and understanding in her life. He respects her decisions and values the bond they share, one built on years of friendship, laughter, and loyalty.

Wally (Numbuh 4): The relationship between Hoagie and Wally is one that has evolved over time, shaped by both their romantic past and their unwavering friendship. While the romantic feelings between them have faded, the deep bond they share still holds strong. Despite occasional awkwardness, the two of them have found a comfortable space where they can continue to be best friends, supporting one another through the ups and downs of life. Hoagie deeply appreciates the effort they’ve both made to preserve their connection and the fact that they can still be there for each other. Their shared history as childhood companions and later as romantic partners has left them with a unique understanding of each other, and though they no longer share the same level of physical closeness, the emotional bond remains intact. Their relationship now focuses on mutual respect, humor, and an unspoken understanding that, despite the past, they’ll always have each other’s backs. Hoagie knows that Wally will always be there for him, and that’s something he treasures, even if things aren’t quite as touchy-feely as they used to be.

Abby (Numbuh 5): Hoagie’s relationship with Abby is filled with both joy and lingering pain. Though they’ve rekindled their romance, the scars from their previous breakup are still present. Hoagie understands the difficult decision Abby had to make, and while there are moments where the pain resurfaces, he’s committed to rebuilding the trust and love they once had. Their relationship now is a slow process of healing, where Hoagie focuses on strengthening their bond and creating new memories together. He’s aware that both of them need time to fully heal from the past, but Hoagie is willing to be patient and work through the hurt. He cherishes the moments of happiness they share and finds solace in the fact that they’re taking it one day at a time. Hoagie’s love for Abby is undeniable, and despite the lingering sadness of their breakup, he’s determined to move forward with her, knowing that the past doesn’t define their future together.

His Family

Tommy: Hoagie’s relationship with his younger brother, Tommy, is complicated but growing. They share a deep love for one another, but their bond is tested by Hoagie’s occasional frustration with Tommy’s behavior and interests, which can often come across as annoying or hard to understand. Hoagie recognizes that his patience is crucial for building a stronger friendship with Tommy, especially as they grow older and their lives begin to take different paths. Despite their differences, Hoagie is committed to being a supportive older brother, knowing that their relationship is important. There are moments when Hoagie feels a sense of responsibility to help guide Tommy, even if it means having difficult conversations or offering advice that Tommy might not want to hear. Hoagie understands that it’s not always going to be easy, but he remains dedicated to being there for his brother, offering both love and guidance when needed.

Lydia: Hoagie’s relationship with his grandmother Lydia is a mixture of fear, respect, and love. He still harbors a sense of anxiety whenever she calls him out, especially when it comes to his tendency to exaggerate or tell tall tales. Though the level of fear he once felt has softened over time, there are still moments when Lydia’s sharp words can cut deep, causing Hoagie to feel small. He’s learned to navigate their interactions with a sense of caution, but deep down, he understands the importance of maintaining a relationship with her. Hoagie may not always agree with Lydia’s stern nature, but he knows she’s family, and that connection matters to him. Over the years, their relationship has evolved into one where, despite the tension, Hoagie is learning to appreciate Lydia for the role she plays in his life. There is still a sense of reverence for her, even if it’s sometimes difficult to fully connect on a personal level.

Betty: The relationship between Hoagie and his mother, Betty, remains a source of emotional turmoil for him. The scars from his childhood, especially the way Betty treated him, continue to weigh heavily on Hoagie, leaving an emotional gap that feels difficult to cross. While he still loves her in his own way, the pain of their past lingers, making it hard for him to truly open up and connect with her on a deeper level. Hoagie often feels like he’s walking on eggshells around Betty, torn between the love he feels for her and the unresolved hurt she caused. He’s trying to make small steps toward mending their relationship, but progress has been slow. There are moments when he wishes for a closer bond, but he knows that trust needs to be rebuilt, and that process takes time. Hoagie is learning to be patient with himself, realizing that healing old wounds isn’t easy, and that some things may never be fully resolved.

Hoagie Gilligan Sr.: Hoagie has made a firm decision to cut ties with his father, a choice that has been both painful and liberating. The emotional damage caused by his father’s abandonment has left a permanent mark on Hoagie, and over time, he’s come to terms with the fact that he no longer wants anything to do with him. Hoagie has finally accepted that his father’s actions have irreparably damaged their relationship, and he has emotionally severed the connection entirely. The hurt runs deep, and no matter how much time passes, Hoagie feels that some wounds are too raw to heal. He sees his father as dead to him, both in an emotional and physical sense, and no longer holds out hope for reconciliation. Hoagie has found a sense of closure in this decision, realizing that sometimes it’s necessary to let go of toxic relationships in order to move forward with his own life.

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The Christmas Spirit™️

Gift for @bluexjayy for Freakblr Secret Santa 2024!! ( @everything-freakblr ) (I ALMOST MISSED THE DEADLINE THANK GOD)

Word Count: 2,277 (I think?? Not sure actually)

A/N: I wish I could've written something better and more christmas-y but this is all I got in me sorry Jay :( [ill upload this to ao3 soon after I post this hopefully]

To say Drew wasn't a fan of Christmas would be an understatement.

Drew hated Christmas.

He didn't understand what was so fucking great and important about it.

It was just a holiday like any other, but people are so goddamn annoying about it- like Halloween, but worse.

‘The Christmas Spirit’ meant absolutely fucking nothing to him; in fact, he didn't even understand what that meant. Every Christmas movie or story revolved around it, there's always some message or another about the “true meaning of Christmas” and “the importance of family and friends” and whatnot, and it all sounded like bullshit to him.

Maybe it was because of his upbringing.

With his parents’ ever-growing company, he grew up knowing what the real meaning of Christmas was.

Christmas meant money.

Christmas meant shitty, overpriced, Christmas-themed products that will be bought by thousands of foolish idiots who wanted to see Santa Claus’ face on everything.

Christmas meant uncomfortable, long and draining photoshoots with his parents for publicity.

Christmas meant meaningless apologies from his parents for not being there on Christmas Eve while they go out on their fancy corporate dinners they've stopped taking him to, and a mountain of impersonal, generic gifts.

So, yeah, Christmas sucked, and Drew had no idea why people were so fucking obsessed with it.

Every year, Drew would simply spend Christmas Eve playing video games or watching actually good, not-holiday-themed movies ‘till he went to sleep- like any other normal day.

That was what he was planning to do this year, too.

That was, of course, until his stupid friends decided to ruin things.

It all started when he heard the doorbell.

He, foolishly, assumed it was the pizza delivery guy (he'd, unfortunately, ordered it from Stacy's Mamma Mia Pizza, the only pizza place open on December 24th, much to Drew's dismay).

He opened the door without looking at the person behind, fishing through his wallet for a tip.

Huge mistake- because he was immediately tackled by Henry, who decided it would be a good idea to launch himself at Drew in a surprise hug.

Merry Christmas, Drew!” he exclaimed in a singsong voice, tightening his arms around his chest.

Drew sputtered, struggling to come up with a response when his only line of thought was what the fuck what the hell what in the fucking music fre-

“Hey, Drew,” Liam greeted, pushing the door closed behind him.

“Wassup?” Jake chirped picking up his wallet off the floor and placing it on the side table.

Henry let go of his grip on Drew, and went to take his shoes off by the door.

“What the fuck are you guys doing here?!” Drew finally said.

“Eh, well, we were kinda bored and decided to come over, y’know? To keep you company?” Jake shrugged, “It was Henry's idea.”

"Yeah, man! You always spend Christmas holed up alone all depressed and shit like you're the Grinch or something, so I thought we could cheer you up!” the boy in question added.

“Is that really it? Or did you guys just want to use my heater?” he eyed their snow-covered coats and cold-flushed faces- becoming increasingly (and embarrassingly) aware of his own fuzzy pajamas.

“That-” Henry raised a finger, “-is simply an added bonus. Our intentions are pure and innocent, honest to Rosy.”

“Uh-huh, sure,”

“C'mon, dude, I swear I'm not kidding! We just-”

Liam nudged him slightly, causing him to look up at him in confusion. A short, silent conversation passed between them before clarity dawned on Henry's face.

“Oh, yeah, I almost forgot,” he started digging through the backpack he was wearing, pulling out a small gift bag, “Here you go, Drew!”

He eyed the bag skeptically before taking it, looking through the contents.

Was that-

“Wait, you guys got me a watch?”

Henry's cheeks reddened, “Well, uh, we weren't really sure what else to get you-”

“And we saw you staring at it at the mall a few weeks ago, so it was kinda a no-brainer,” Liam rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, “So, yeah,”

Drew gawked at the gift bag in his hands, handling it much more delicately than before, “Uh….thanks,”

Fuck. He was grateful, he really was, but he was shocked they'd even thought of him- he was the one usually getting them stuff.

And this definitely wasn't cheap, even if it wasn't some big name brand, they had to have saved up quite a bit for this. Shit shit shit-

Suddenly Drew felt shame wash over him- he still hadn't gotten them anything, he'd assumed he still had another day to get them their gifts but…shit.

“I, er, your gifts haven't been delivered yet,” he lied, hopefully sounding convincing enough, “They'll probably arrive by tomorrow- hopefully.”

He'd probably have to throw in a bit more of his personal allowance for that to happen, but he'll make it work (even if he felt the slightest bit of guilt at the idea of some underpaid delivery guy rushing to get him his order on Christmas Day).

“Aww, Drew! I knew you loved us!” Henry put his hands on his own cheeks and mockingly gushed- Drew felt his ears burning up a bit.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he rolled his eyes and set the bag on the side table next to him, mentally adding a reminder to himself to take it up to his room later.

Jake sighed, “Would it kill you to smile?”

Drew glared at him. He glared back.

Liam, thank Rosy, intercepted the staring match he'd inadvertently started, “Anyhow, I was thinking maybe we could make some hot chocolate or something? I mean, I doubt you'd prefer eggn-”

“Absolutely not!” Drew snapped, recalling the infamous Eggnog Incident of 2016, that ended with him banning Liam and Henry from coming over to his place for almost two consecutive years.

A look of confusion briefly flashed upon Jake's face, but he didn't comment. Of course he was confused, he wasn't there when Henry decided it’d be a good idea t-

“Yeah, so we got this!” Henry pulled out a packet of some cheap-looking cocoa powder from his bag.

“And you're expecting me to make that for you guys?” he raised an eyebrow. It didn't look even like it was one of those instant type thingies! Did they want to burn his kitchen down?

“Nope,” Liam said, taking the packet from Henry, “I am.”

“No, you're not,”

“Yes, I am,” he pushed past him, heading towards the kitchen anyways.

Drew sputtered for a moment, absolutely flabbergasted at the sheer fucking audacity before jogging up behind Liam to stop him.

-☆-

He did not, in fact, stop him.

Instead, Liam had gotten out a saucepan, a bag of sugar and set down their specific mugs with cartoon animal faces printed on them: a rabbit one for Henry, a bat for Liam, a brown bear for himself and a golden retriever for Jake.

He'd gotten the first three back in middle school, but the last one he'd gotten during last year when he first met Jake (and he'd gone through extreme lengths to make it match with his and the others).

Had it really only been a year?

It felt way longer than that.

Liam opened the packet and pouring some of it into a tablespoon.

“Ugh, why do we have to use this cheap shit again?” Drew rolled his eyes as Liam carefully measured out how much cocoa powder and sugar he should add to the pan, “You guys know I have higher quality stuff than whatever tasteless brand this is.”

Liam paid him no attention, and Jake frowned.

Okay, maybe he was being a little bit too mean, but he wasn't wrong. He could understand if they drank this stuff at their homes, but they were at his house, they should get to taste actually good stuff.

Henry crossed his arms and rolled his eyes in turn, imitating Drew, “You mean that thing that tasted like cardboard and artificial sweetener?”

“And had that really weird aftertaste?” Jake added.

“And also made us all sick afterwards because the packet was apparently five years old?” Liam randomly decided to comment whilst pouring milk into the saucepan.

Drew felt his cheeks redden, “It's not my fucking fault it expired! And it tastes better with age!”

Jake sighed, “It's not wine, Drew.”

“Dude, five years is like,” Henry paused to count on his fingers, “A third of my life! You should've thrown it out ages ago!”

He simply glared at him in response, arms still crossed over his chest.

Clearly he wasn't going to win this argument, even though he was right, since they were all against him, apparently.

Drew huffed, “Whatever.”

He rolled his eyes again, then decided to stare at the mixture on the stove.

“Why do you even make it like that?” he asked Liam, eyeing him as he stirred the drink in the pan, “Can't you just- I don't know- add the milk and the powder and stuff to each mug indvidually like a normal person?”

Liam simply shrugged, eyes fixed on what he was doing, “It's just how my mom does it, and it somewhat tastes better this way.”

“You're fucking weird,”

“Thanks, man,”

After that there weren't many words exchanged between them, Jake and Henry were chatting about some new episode of an anime they both followed (which, usually, he would've joined the discussion- mostly to mock them -but he wasn't sure he had energy for that), and Liam was almost done with his weird hot chocolate invention thing.

Drew pulled out his phone from his pocket, checking his food delivery app to track where his pizza went.

It was…yeah, okay, it was definitely not arriving anytime soon with the traffic jam on Christmas Eve and the fact that it was still on the opposite side of town. Just great. Fantastic. Truly amazing.

Drew hears the bubbling of the hot chocolate concoction and looks up as Liam starts carefully pouring out their portions, then going to add two extra spoons of sugar into Henry's rabbit mug.

Of course.

Henry pulled out two large bags from his backpack, grin wide on his face, “Who wants marshmallows?!”

“Oh, me!”

“Yeah, sure,”

Drew simply grunted in response.

Henry popped open a bag, and grabbed a handful of white and pink marshmallows, dumping them into his mug.

Drew had to physically stop himself from gagging.

His ability to consume that much sugar was both fascinating and utterly disgusting.

Jake took three for himself, Liam two. Henry waved the bag in front of him in offering, but Drew brushed him off, the sight of them alone making him sick after that display.

Later, when he'd see them all happily chewing on their own marshmallows he'd regret his dramatics, but he was too stubborn to ask for some.

By the time they'd decided what to do next, the others had finished their drinks already.

It took a few minutes of back and forth, still, the others had miraculously convinced (forced) Drew to watch some cheesy holiday film with them- Jake citing that ‘he hasn't truly lived till he'd seen a shitty Hallmark romance’ or something like that.

And that's how he ended up stuck on the couch, in between his friends, the blanket he'd been previously using draped over their shoulders uselessly.

Jake had instantly picked up the remote and flipped to some website or another and turned on some holiday flick or another for them to watch- he wasn't exactly paying attention, they all looked the same to him.

His friends were oddly invested in whatever it was, though, yelling at the main leads for simply existing and sympathising with the main character's ex boyfriend for whatever reason.

They were so fucking weird, Drew confirmed in his head once more.

But…as he sat there, sandwiched between Jake and Henry sipping his hot chocolate, Drew couldn't help the warmth that snaked its way into his chest.

Whether it was because of the drink or some strange, unfounded burst of affection, Drew did not care enough to discern the difference.

He was with his friends, on the coldest and loneliest night of the year, and they'd chosen to stay with him, he didn't have to persuade them with gifts or money, didn't have to dangle the promise of popularity in front of them, because they cared about him and just wanted hang out and watch a low-budget dumpsterfire with him.

Drew wiped away a stray tear with his shirt sleeve before the others could notice.

Ugh, when did he get so soft?

A small smile played on his lips as he saw them all transfixed on the movie playing on screen, still invested in the strange, Christmas-themed romance unfolding.

Drew took a final sip from his mug, setting it down on the coffee table and leaning back, deciding he should give the movie a shot.

Henry, unprompted, leaned back as well, resting his head on Drew's shoulder, wrapping an arm around him and then nuzzling into his chest. Jake soon followed, then Liam did too, wrapping his arms around Henry.

Drew bit down on his lip, stopping his gut reaction of telling them all to get the fuck off him and take their cuddle pile somewhere else, because, as much as he hated to admit it, he kind of liked it.

Their presence was warm, comforting, and only Luni knew how much Drew desperately needed something to help him during the blistering cold of late December (since his heater wasn't enough, apparently).

So, begrudgingly, he let them be while they continued watching the film.

Drew internally sighed.

Maybe Christmas wasn't all bad.

#the music freaks #Freakblr secret Santa 2024 #Writing rats #God I hate this why did I write it

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